Desert Tales
Chapter One, "Not My Story"
"I told you it's not my story. It's about Uncle Ralph and how he got here. You see, I wasn't even born then. Here goes:
"Uncle Ralph had a friend, an older man, and they must have played around because when Uncle Ralph graduated from High School, the two of them went to Palm Springs, you know, here in the California Desert. And, yes, I was born here, but not to them.
"Uncle Ralph's friend bought them a small house and a small car. He put Uncle Ralph's name as owner of both of them. I don't know why. He just did.
"After a while, Uncle Ralph's friend went home to Cincinnati. There was some sort of family problem, and he had to go home. At first, I think there was enough money to pay the bills, but Uncle Ralph's friend didn't return, and the money ran low.
"Uncle Ralph was about five feet eight inches tall when I first remember him, and he had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slender figure. He had a smile that would light up a room. He was a gay man's dream, and he got gay men to pay to sleep with him. No, they didn't want to sleep, just suck and fuck with him. I think he liked it.
"Some time after he started doing tricks,' he got a woman to move in with him to share the rent, and she started doing tricks,' with straight men.
"I don't know how long after that she got pregnant. Any way, she had a baby, me, right there in the house. I think the local nurse-midwife probably was there with her at my birth.
"Uncle Ralph let her stay on when she couldn't do any tricks and make any money. She just took care of me, and I think she took over the cooking for the three of us. That went on for a couple of years, then she disappeared. She didn't leave any note, just took her clothes and left. I don't know what happened. Uncle Ralph never did say. Just, one day she was gone.
"There were just the two of us, Uncle Ralph and me. Of course, he wasn't my blood uncle `cause he didn't fuck women, and he wasn't related to my mother. But, he was just a kind man who didn't want to throw me out of his house. He became like a father to me. Of course, I couldn't call him that, but I loved him. I learned my mother had put his name on my birth certificate as my father. That solve a lot of problems for me, like getting me registered in school without my mother doing it.
"Of course, after I was born, and for years after, Uncle Ralph kept doing tricks. He had to make money to keep us eating.
"Uncle Ralph didn't wear clothes at home, and when I got out of diapers, I didn't either. Sometime his tricks would be naked and want to hold me. I didn't mind at all. What little kid doesn't like to be held and hugged and kissed? Uncle Ralph never let them abuse me, play with my cock or shove their cocks at me.
"When I started school, Uncle Ralph made sure I did my school work, was a good pupil, and never sassed my teachers. I couldn't bring anybody home because of Uncle Ralph's tricks, but I didn't mind. I made friends at school, sometimes went to their houses to play, but always was happy to come home to Uncle Ralph.
"Some time when I was around 12 years old I began to wish I could play with some of the men who came to trick with Uncle Ralph. He wouldn't let me do anything. He said it would break the law, and he might be thrown in jail, or I might be taken away from him.
"So, I never did anything with any of his tricks, but I began to watch and learn how he worked. I found out that if I waited outside the entrance to The Hilton Hotel, I might find a man coming on to me. I would let him put his arm around me and I'd tell him I was hungry and wanted something to eat. Most of the time he would take me to eat, then lead me through the hotel lobby to his room.
"In the room I found most of the men wanted to hold me on their laps, hug and kiss me, then remove my clothes. I'd kiss them back, and start to unbutton their shirts, and run my hands over their chests. I liked to find their tits and rub them, maybe even suck on them like I'd sucked at my mother's tits. If they had hairy chests, I liked to rub my face against them.
"Some times I could feel their cocks get hard and poke my butt through their pants. It was fun to run my hand down inside their shirts and reach their cocks. If their cocks had gotten hard, I'd reach down inside their pants and try to pull them up. I'd rub their cocks and try to get them feeling pretty good. About then they would lift me up and get out of their clothes. Soon they would be as naked as I was. That's when the fun began. I liked it when they would rub their bodies against me. I liked to grab their cocks and rub them against my body while we kissed.
"Sometimes an uncut man would like to pull my cock up to his and stretch his cock's skin over my cock. I liked the feeling of him holding my cock to his, and I liked how sensitive the head of my cock got when it was rubbed.
"They all liked to rub their hands over my body, usually my cock first, then my ass. They would put a finger up against my butt, circle around my ass hole, then put their finger up against my hole. If they tried to push in, I scream that it was not ready for that.
Most of the men liked to lick their way down to my cock and take it in their mouths. I liked it and told them so. I learned not to come too fast.
"I liked to suck their cocks, but some were just too big for my mouth, so I'd start them all off by licking the tip of the head of their cocks, then licking down the side to the end of their cocks, wrapping my hands around their cocks and licking down to their balls. Some balls were too big for my mouth, so I'd just keep licking them while beating the cocks.
"Some of the men would start to lick my ass and move their tongues toward my shit hole. I always acted shocked, but I did't pull away. I liked it when they licked my hole, and if they pushed their tongues through the tight muscle and fucked me with their tongues.
"Some men would get my ass all wet, then push a wet finger up my hole. I liked that. I especially would like it when they put two or three fingers up my hole. Then I knew they wanted to fuck me.
"I kept two or three rubbers in my pants pocket to be prepared. I'd tell the man that, for his sake, he had to wear one to be sure I didn't have anything he didn't want. You know I didn't trust them, but I couldn't put it that way.
"I liked when I could feel their cocks pushing against my hole. I would push out, like I was taking a dump, and feel them move in. Though I was getting fucked pretty often, my ass was still pretty tight, and they all loved it. I liked it when they moved their cocks around inside me, `cause they hit my prostate often. I tried not to come too soon. If I did, my hole would squeeze their cocks and they would come fast also.
"I liked for them to keep their cocks inside of me after they came, for as long as they could. They'd hold me, rub their hands over me, maybe play with my cock, and bring me off if I hadn't come yet.
"I learned to tell them I needed money for food, and ask them to give me some. Many were very generous, twenty, sometimes fifty dollars. Some creeps wouldn't give me anything, so I played my game. I told them the door man saw me come in with them, so did the bell hop, and if the cheap bastards didn't give me some money I'd tell the door man and bell hop. I also told them it wouldn't do them any good to try to hurt me, because both those men knew me and expected me to come back to the lobby looking as good as I did when I went to the room. That worked, and I often got more money than I would have without having to make a threat.
"I brought all my winnings home and put them in a jar in my closet. I didn't tell Uncle Ralph what I was doing. After a while I got the idea that Uncle Ralph wanted to give me the talk about the birds and the bees. I let him. I didn't tell him how I'd been sucked and fucked by several men.
"Several days went by and I got an idea. I asked him what it felt like to fuck and be fucked. He told me it could be good or bad, depending on the man who was fucking. Some men wanted to be brutal. They would shove a dry cock up a tight ass and not worry about what it felt like to the guy getting fucked.
"He told me other men might kiss, hug, rub another man and make him want to receive loving. Then they would prepare him by gently opening his hole up with lube covered fingers, replace them with a cock covered with a lubed condom and gently push in. A good, loving man would slowly enter, pausing to let the receiver have a chance to get used to the entry, and slowly fill him up, moving the cock gently forward, finally pushing all the way in.
"Once all the way in, he told me, the "top" would pause, then pull part ways out, and slowly return all the way in. As the loving continues, the action speeds up. The active man should try to find the prostate of the receiver, rub his cock against the prostate regularly, and remember he is supposed to be making the receiver feel loved. That could be with kisses, caresses, gentle words, or whatever seems right at the time. With time the speed should pick up, the top might be able to rub the receiver's cock and bring him off, or the receiver might even come without touching his cock.
"I listened to Uncle Ralph carefully, kissed him and thanked him. I wanted to feel him inside me, but he didn't even know I am gay. I had to figure out a plan. A few days later I thought I'd try out an idea to move him: I'd tell him I was going to be dating a girl for a swim party. I knew every one there would be expected to fuck. How could I learn to fuck? Could he teach me? Could he fuck me?
"Uncle Ralph thought about it for a few days, then the night before the swim party he called me to come into his bedroom. He was naked, as usual, and lying on his back with knees up and arms open to invite me into this bed. I know I must have smiled the biggest smile of my life. We were both naked, so I didn't have to do anything but climb into his bed, lay on top of him and kiss him. His arms closed on me, caressing me, while he kissed me, and our cocks touched each others cock.
"He rolled me onto my back and began to lick my ears, my chin, my necks and moved down to the tits. I jumped when he licked one, then the other, then he lightly bit down on each. He told me that women's tits are very sensitive, and just rubbing some was enough to get them hot enough for sex. He rubbed my cock and told me women are sensitive down there, too though they don't have a cock. He admitted he had never fucked a woman, but he had heard and read about them.
"While we kissed, he rubbed his hands over my back and continued down to my ass. His touch was gentle on my cheeks as he spread them and ran his fingers up and down the crack, a finger touching my hole. He told me to be gentle with a woman as he was always gentle with a man. He told me to have some lube and a condom, the lube to make entry easy on her and him, and the condom to be sure I didn't give her a baby.
"I asked him how do you get into her, and how do you move, slow, fast, or whatever. I told him to show me.
"He laughed. You just want to be fucked, don't you?' I laughed and said, Sure, and I wanted you to be the one to do it. I love you Uncle Ralph. I want you in me.' `OK,' he said, I'd rather be the one to take your cherry than have some brute do it so harshly you never could enjoy it again.'
"He did fuck me. He wasn't the first, but he was the best.
"One day he was doing some project around the house and he went into my closet. There he found the jar with all the money it. He asked me about it and I had to tell him how I'd made the money. I didn't spend any of it. I had kept every dollar of it in case we needed it. When he asked me, I told him I had been fucked, several times, but always with protection. And he was the best fuck I could ever hope for.
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