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David and His Uncle
By
Wolf
One weekend my mother told me that while she was getting a divorce from my father, she wanted me to take the bus to her brother's home and stay with him, because my father had never even heard about her brother. He wouldn't even know where to start looking for me.
I bordered the Greyhound bus to travel cross country. When the bus finely reached San Francisco, California after three days of travel a man identified himself as my Uncle John.
I had never met him before, but he had a picture of my mother as proof that he was my uncle. I accepted that he was my uncle and he used my ticket to retrieve my luggage and led me to his car. It was a remarkably well kept old 1960 MGA. It was red with chrome wire wheels. The boot (trunk) of his car only had room for his rag top and side curtains. He was forced to strap my single canvas suit case to the chrome luggage rack on the deck lid of the boot. He drove me south at some point he turned right and we crossed over the mountain to Monetary Bay. It was a nice community right on the Pacific Ocean. While he was driving I had an opportunity to study what he looked like.
Uncle John was not a tall man at all. He was no more than five-feet four, bald as a billiard ball, and sporting a brown goatee and mustache. His eyes were blue with a mysterious twinkle in them. I'm sure I was not what he would have expected.
I was a very young looking 12-year-old. My hair was still platinum white and my mother allowed me to have shoulder length hair. I wore horn rimmed glasses over gray eyes. If it were not for my clothes at quick glance anyone would mistake me for a girl. I was no bigger than a ten year old girl. John even commented on how much I looked like my mother when she was a girl.
"How much has my sister told you about me?" he asked.
"Nothing, I didn't even know I had an uncle until four days ago!"
I could see by the reflection of the lights of his dash and oncoming cars that he was smiling. "There is a lot I have to tell you before you decide to live with me."
He reached over with his right hand and rested it on my thigh. I sprang a boner, without knowing why. John casually said, "I am gay!"
The declaration meant nothing to me. I had no idea what the word meant, other that the definition of happiness. He could tell that I didn't understand his statement. "I see that I will have to educate you about myself."
Nothing more was said until we reached his home. It was located on a bluff overlooking the Ocean, so there was always a sea breeze coming off of the Ocean. When he pulled into the driveway of his house, he removed my suitcase from the car and led me into his house.
I would have expected the house to be a little messy and dusty, being that he was a male bachelor, but the house was clean and tidy. I thought it reflected a male's taste in furniture though. The walls did have paintings that made me uncomfortable because they were paintings of well-endowed naked men. I was tired from having been on a bus for three days and the only sleep I got was on a moving bus.
John quickly made me an omelet with toast and poured me a glass of milk. I was almost asleep by the time I finished eating, so he led me to the bedroom that was going to be mine to use. It was a nice looking room but also had photographs framed and mounted of naked men. Some of them had their cocks in hand. There was even a computer on a desk in the room. I was too tired to think about anything at that point. I was too tired to object Uncle John's presence while I changed into my pajamas.
John noticed that I had pronounced breasts. Hell my tits were larger than any girl my age. My pediatric doctor had assured my mother that I simply had an over abundant amount of female hormones, and I would grow out of them when I entered puberty. At the age of 12 when other boys were starting to grow pubic hair under their arms and above the cocks, their testicals were dropping, and their cocks were getting larger. Mine on the other hand were getting smaller if anything.
I asked him if it was normal for some boys to look like me, and he assured me that normal was different for almost everyone. If I didn't change that didn't have to be a big thing if I didn't let it. Some boys would learn to accept what they look like and enjoys the benefits of attracting some men attracted to feminine looking males.
I asked him is it possible that I was one of those boys?
He assured me that it was too early to worry about such things. Should I decide that I wanted to be a girl there were ways that boys could be changed into girls medically. By the time he finished talking, I had my pajamas on so he got off the bed, so that I could crawl under the clean sheets. I was almost asleep as soon as I closed my eyes. I felt my Uncle press his lips against my mouth, as he wished me a good night.
In the morning I almost panicked when I woke up to strange surroundings. It took me a moment to recall the night before. I got up and took a change of clothes out of my bag and got dressed before making my way back down stairs and followed my nose in the direction of kitchen. Uncle John was preparing breakfast for the two of us.
He was wearing a colorful silk Japanese Kimono. He told me where the dishes and silverware were located and asked me to set the table. He brought the skillet over to divide the omelet with me. He had also brought over sausage and buttered toast. He asked me if I preferred coffee or milk. I chose milk.
While we were eating his robe slipped off his thigh and I noticed that he was naked underneath. He sported a respectable five inch flaccid cock, and his balls rested between his legs on the seat of the chair. He made no effort to hide his cock. It was as if it were a natural thing. He told me that he had a couple of days off, for us to get to know each other before he had to go back to work. He explained that the widow next door was happy to look after me while he was at work. He excused me to go watch TV while he washed the dishes. He joined me in the family room shortly.
When he joined me in the family room he sat down next to me, and asked me how much my mother had told me about him. I told him that my mother had only mentioned that she had an older brother shortly before putting me on the bus.
"Did she tell you that I am gay?"
"No, she never told me anything about you!"
"I guess that she is ashamed of me!"
"I better tell you what gay means! To be gay means that men prefer to have sex with other men and a lesbian is a woman that prefers to have sex with other women."
His explanation didn't upset me because I had very little knowledge about human sexuality. I just had a vague idea what men and women did in bed.
I told my uncle that because of my physical appearance older boys had called me names that hurt my feelings, but I didn't know what the words meant. All I knew was that they didn't like me because I looked like a girl.
Uncle John cradled me in his arms and assured me, "As long as you live with me, I will protect you! Do you want me to explain more about being gay means?"
I agreed, and he said that the easiest thing is to simply let you see what it means by watching some videos on his computer. He sat his laptop on the coffee table and opened a file. I sat there watching as a couple of men kissed and felt each other up as they removed each other's clothes. John explained to me what was going to take place. The first video was of two very handsome men that started to kiss each other as they removed each other's clothes. They jerked each other off for a short time before they took turns sucking each other's cocks. When the larger of the two mounted the smaller one and stuck his cock into his asshole I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that anything that large could fit in a man's ass. I was enthralled with the videos. I watched several of them.
While I was watching the videos Uncle John was sitting so close I could feel his body heat and smell his aftershave. This time when he rested his hand on my thigh I already had a hard-on. His hand moved up my thigh until his hand was resting on the crotch of my pants. I just sat there absorbed by the sight of naked men sucking and fucking. I took a deep breath as he started unfastening my pants. He stuck his hand into my pants and pulled my little penis out of my shorts. He used a finger and thumb to jack me off. It was overwhelming. I had been only producing clear pre-cum until that moment I squirted thick white cum all over his hand and on my pants.
He parted his kimono and placed my hand around the shaft of his cock, I was thrilled by the soft pliable flesh with a stiff inner core. I jacked him off. I was curious about what his cock would do when he had an orgasm. I had my face so close that I could not only smell his meat, and I could feel his body heat. His cock jerked and felt like it was swelling up just before he squirted cum all over my face and hand. I was so enamored with my uncle that at that point I would do anything to please him.
We enjoyed watching several more videos. The last one was of a young boy sucking the cock of a portly old man, and the man fucking the boy. I began to wonder if my uncle wanted to fuck me, and if I would like it. It was something to think about.
After lunch Uncle John got dressed and insisted on introducing me his widowed neighbor. We walked around the decorative fence separating the properties, and rang the bell. When the door opened we were greeted by an attractive middle aged woman. She had a full face that showed that she liked John very much. She asked, "Is this your young nephew, John?"
John smiled, "Hello Helen, Yes, This is my nephew, David."
She invited us in and Uncle John asked her, "Would it be an imposition to ask you to look after David while I'm at work. I'm going to have to get him registered in school soon, but I would like to have someone I can trust keep an eye on him until I get home from work."
Helen assured him that she would be thrilled to have the company.
Monday I got up to be with my uncle while he got ready for work. As soon as he got the car out, I went over to Helen's. She fussed over me, and insisted on feeding me. While we were eating she commented on what a pretty boy I was. She brushed my hair away from my face. "You could make a beautiful girl. Would you allow me to make you up as a girl?"
I thought it would be fun to see what I would look like as a girl. I had always felt more at home with girls, so I agreed to let her do whatever she wanted. The first thing she wanted to do was wash my hair. She dried my hair and brushed it out in such a way that my hair had soft waves. She carefully parted my hair down the middle and took the hair on my forehead and made two small braids that she pulled back and tied then together on the back of my head. That allowed the rest of my hair flow between my shoulder blades. We were both pleased with the way my hair looked.
She selected makeup supplies that she felt would flatter a blond with alabaster skin. She applied a foundation to my face that gave my skin an even tone without hiding the freckles on my nose and cheeks. She carefully plucked my eyebrows and applied a waxy eyebrow pencil to slightly darken my eyebrows. She carefully applied mascara to my eyelashes. Being a blonde my eyelashes were almost invisible, so with the makeup made them look longer and fuller. She also applied an eye shadow that made my eyes look larger. She carefully applied a soft pink lipstick with a lip gloss that accented my natural cupids bow. When she was finished with my face she turned me around so that I could check out what I looked like in her vanity mirror.
I was impressed with her skill. I was pleased with what I looked like. I truly did make a better looking girl than a boy. Helen also made the observation, "I also have noticed that you have bigger breasts than most girls your age. I assume you have a hormone imbalance. I had some of my daughter's old clothes in her old bedroom. I'm sure that there are some items in there that would fit you."
I was willing to go all of the way, so we went to the other bedroom and in the closet there were boxes that were clearly marked by the age of her daughter on the boxes. Helen selected a couple of boxes with the ages 8 and 9 on them. She placed them on the bed and opened them. As she removed each item she held them up in front of me to get an idea if they would fit me. The 9 year old box was a little large for me, but the 8 year old box promised to be a good fit. She selected a cute little baby blue pinafore that looked like what the girls at school wore most of the time. She also produced a slip, panties, and white Mary-Jane flats.
It never occurred to me to be embarrassed about undressing in front of her. She helped me tuck my little penis and balls back between my legs, so the panties looked natural when they were pulled up snugly. When we pulled the slip over my head my head my nipples made a visible impression. She cupped my breasts and adjusted them until they looked right. When I stepped into the dress and pulled it up, she zipped up the back. The shoes fit nicely. She stood behind me while we admired the way I looked in the fill length mirror on the closet door. I have to admit I did make a pretty looking girl.
Helen assured me that no one would ever suspect that I was a boy. To prove her point she took me shopping at the local mall. She bought me sexy panties and matching bras. The sales clerk never tumbled to the fact that I was a boy. She even complimented Helen on what an attractive daughter she had. We bought burgers, fries, and cokes at the food court. I got admiring looks from both males and females. Helen assured me that I was a sexy girl.
When we got back to her home, she set about teaching me how to walk and sit like a proper young lady. She assured me that proper young ladies never sit with their legs spread. She insisted that I sit with my ankles crossed and my knees shifted to either the right or left depending on which side the person I was talking to was sitting. You only allow someone to see your panties as an invitation. She chuckled at that comment.
We spent the afternoon looking at pictures of her daughter over the years of her growing up. When John got home he came over to retrieve me, and was impressed with how much I did look like a girl. Helen allowed me to keep the clothes. The two of them agreed that they had to buy me more female clothes, and that Helen should teach me how to apply makeup, and how to fix my hair.
I enjoyed the feeling of the delicate material on my body. That evening Uncle John set up his lap top computer so that his 64 inch TV monitor was the screen, and he activated the camera on us as we lay on the couch. We could see ourselves in the upper right corner of the TV. He went to a chatroom and looked for someone to chat with. When he found a man that professed to have his teenaged son handy to play with he asked them for a private chat.
The man was a portly older man and he was naked. When John asked to see his son the man reached out and pulled a strapping young male about 15-years-old into the frame. The youth was naked too. He was sporting a raging hard-on, and the man started playing with the youths cock.
At their request John and I removed all of our clothes. They couldn't believe that I was a boy until I pulled my penis and balls out from between my legs. After all I had tits bigger than most girls my age. Uncle John lay behind me and had me bend my upper legs so that they could see it when he inserted his cock into my asshole. I was moaning while he fucked me. He reached around my hip and jerked me off for the benefit of the man and his son. The man and teen were jerking each other off until they bother squirted cum towards the camera. Their cum fell short of the camera.
A few weeks later we found out that my father confronted my mother and it ended with him shooting her and himself. I became my uncle's ward. To insure that my father's family couldn't get custody of me he found a friendly county clerk to make up a birth certificate for a female named Roberta Evens.
My uncle enrolled me in in a private girl's school. He explained to the Principal and admittance dean that I was a hermaphrodite. He explained that in s public school I would be humiliated by both males and girl, so he was hoping that their school would accept her for herself.
A friendly doctor gave me hormonal therapy to insure that I remained my feminine good looks. I had no desire to have a sex change operation because I enjoyed having men suck my little cock and balls. Uncle John even allowed me to fuck his hairy asshole.
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