Red Corvette

THE RED CORVETTE

Jack Sprat

Since you are my closest friend, I can tell you this story. I shared my body with another man for the use of a dream car. A RED CORVETTE.

My name is Kevin Kelstrom. I lived on a farm in Wisconsin. I'd just graduated from high school and wanted to go to college. I was eighteen years old.

I had a half uncle who lived in California. My mom arranged that I move in with him and continue my education starting with the College of Marin. This was in Marin County which is just north of San Francisco. I'd heard that California schools were good and the weather was a lot better than the Wisconsin winters. I planned to spend a couple years there and then apply to the University of California in Berkeley.

At the end of summer, Dad gave me the old pickup truck from the farm and a gift of a new set of tires and a camper shell. This would get me to California as well as furnish transportation while I was in school. So, as summer ended, I said good-bye to everyone, tossed my suitcases and sleeping bag in the truck and headed west.

Uncle Dave and I fastly became close friends. He was somewhere in his late 30's. We lived in San Anselmo where he had an apartment that provided me with a private bedroom. Uncle Dave wasn't real rich, but he wasn't hurting for money either. He was one of the senior chemists at the Standard Oil plant in Richmond. He insisted that he pay for my school registration as well as my first years books. Until school started, he showed me around, taking me to San Francisco a few times as well as our going out for a bit of golf and a some fishing.

I had a lot of fun when he gave me cooking lessons. He said that damned if he was going to let me freeload. We'd get in the kitchen, pop several beers, watch kettles boil and get flour all over ourselves and a little tipsy.

School started, and I immersed myself in studies carrying a few more units than I should. This went well for awhile but I was feeling lonesome for friends. It seemed I just couldn't get into the right circles. I felt a frustrated loser. Walls started closing, I felt confined. To be lonesome is hell. There had to be a way that people would notice me and invite me to join their groups.

One evening Uncle Dave said, with a satisfying grin, "Tomorrow I'm going to buy myself a goodie and will you be surprised when you see it.

"What?" I asked.

"You'll just have wait until tomorrow," Uncle Dave said teasingly.

I'd completely forgotten about the conversation until I arrived home from school. There, in the driveway, stood a brand new red Corvette. It was beautiful. I hurriedly parked my truck and ran over to the new car. I examined every inch of it. It was the dream car of any man or in my case, boy. Uncle Dave came down, unlocked it, and let me slide into the drivers seat. There is nothing like the aroma of a new car and sitting behind the wheel, looking at the shiny new instrument panel that supported a tachometer and everything else. My hand immediately went to the gear shift. My feet pressed the brakes. This was heaven. I made engine sounds pretending I was driving. We went for a short spin. Just being a passenger raised my spirits a hundred percent. Boy! If I could only take this to school, or occasionally to the drive-in, I'd sure be noticed. Everyone would want to know me and ask for a ride. I'd have a lot of friends in a hurry.

The following days, Uncle Dave let me ride around with him a lot, and then, while on a country road, he pulled over and let me get in the drivers seat. "You drive, he said." I was ecstatic. It was great. I never in my wildest dreams thought I would be behind the wheel of a Corvette. "Maybe you could occasionally drive it to school," he offered.

"Wow!"

"But there's a trade off," said Uncle Dave.

"What's that?"

"We'll talk about it tonight after dinner."

At dinner we had a big, juicy tender steak and split a large bottle of red wine. I was full and mellow. Uncle Dave reached across the table and clasped my hand. "So, you'd like to occasionally let you use the Corvette." My hand was softly squeezed.

"WOULD I!" I said excitedly.

"Of course there would be rules," Uncle Dave said.

"That's all right," I excitedly replied.

"And a tradeoff," Uncle Dave added. "I want something in return."

"What?"

Uncle Dave's hand was massaging my hand with more intensity. He was making eye contact.

"I want to sleep with you. You know, snuggle to you, give pleasure to your body."

"WHAT?"

I was stunned. This was a shock. My anger surged. I jerked my hand away. I started to rise from my chair. I wanted to get out of his presence. I wanted to go to my room.

"I didn't know you were gay!"

Uncle Dave spoke quietly. "Please don't leave."

I hung suspended half out of my chair. I was mad. I was confused.

"Please stay," Uncle Dave repeated. "Hear me out."

I slowly resettled, but very uncomfortably.

"Now you know I'm gay," There was resignation in his voice. "Don't worry, I'd never touch you unless you agreed. Relax. You're safe. I've tried nothing in the past. If you want it that way, nothing will happen in the future." I sat quietly and pondered. I was hurt, angry, insecure, and frustrated. I slowly spoke my thoughts:

"You will let me use the Corvette if I let you play with me and suck my dick. Is that Right?. I CAN'T do that!"

Uncle Dave kept eye contact. He spoke with embarrassment and guilt, like he should never have mentioned such a thing, but he wanted to get it all said.

"I'm sorry! I hoped you'd understand. I should have never risked this. I made a bad mistake. I feel terrible I even said it. Can we forget it ever happened?"

Uncle Dave looked very miserable. He had left himself vulnerable by honestly sharing his desires. I had rejected him. He had apologized the best he could. I was cooling off. I still had a lot of things to sort out. I rose from the table. I tried to give Uncle Dave an understanding smile.

"I'm going to bed. Yes! Let's forget the whole thing. I'm still your friend."

"Thank you," Uncle Dave said in a warm quiet voice.

I was still confused as I climbed in bed under warm covers. I had to think things out. I fondled myself. I realized I had never thought about sex with other man. Once, when I was about twelve, a neighbor boy and myself diddled each other. Since I have grown up, I'd forgotten all about it. I fell asleep thinking about the red Corvette.

The next morning I felt much better. I had clearer thoughts. Uncle Dave acted as if nothing had happened. After a good breakfast, I started for school. At school, there was a big sign in study hall announcing a dance the following week. Across the table sat Darlene Mayfair, a gorgeous blond. We had spoken a few times and she had always smiled at me. The thought came, after many trepidations, that I could maybe ask her as my date. But what if she rejected me? There was no talking in study hall. I scribbled a note, trying to word it real careful, got her attention, then passed it across the table. She looked at me, smiled, and nodded. WOW!

Driving home my mind was only on Darlene. How she walked. How she talked. Her beautiful smile. What a wonderful time we would have together. I drove to my parking place. In the stall right next to it stood the red Corvette. I was quiet at the dinner table. Uncle Dave sensed it.

"You're so quiet. Was it about last night?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Do you want to talk more about it?"

"Yes, but it's more than what you think."

Uncle Dave poured us both another glass of wine. "Let's go to the living room and have a long talk." We both retired to the next room and settled down in easy chairs. I started the conversation.

"I have this beautiful date for the dance. I want to make a good impression. I would like to use the Corvette. I just can't let you do what you want. I JUST CAN'T!"

Seeing my frustration, Uncle Dave spoke softly. "You need to get in tune with your body. Will you try something? Have you ever been touched?"

"TOUCHED? NO!"

"No. I don't mean that way. Have you ever had a body massage, No funny stuff. It would really relax you." I admitted that no, I hadn't.

"That's where we can start to get you in tune with yourself. You have to learn to be touched. When you do, you will learn a new sense of being. It's learning to touch; give and receive tender body strokes. Tonight, I want to massage you. No, I'm not going to try any funny stuff. I promise. I just want you to experience a new happening. If you don't like it, tell me. I'll stop."

Uncle Dave was talking real honest, but I still had apprehension to letting him run his hands over my body especially since he was gay..

"I'll try it," I said, "but no funny stuff".

I didn't know he had it, but Uncle Dave brought a massage table from a closet. It was one of those collapsible models. He unfolded it like you would a card table, adjusted it's leg height then put a sheet on its top. He put a tape on the hi-fi and soon soothing, soft Japanese bamboo flute music was filling the room. "This is very meditative," he said as he dimmed the lights. "Strip to your shorts, get on the table and lie on your stomach.

I became a little uneasy. I didn't expect to strip that far. I did, however, my tight white briefs securely concealing my private parts but I did feel a little vulnerable. Uncle Dave spoke softly.

"This is a new experience for you. It will take awhile for you to relax. I want you to concentrate on the music. I want no talking. If it feels natural to moan, that's O.K. Cry if you want."

"Me cry?"

Uncle Dave poured massage lotion on his hands, rubbing them together to warm the oil, he started to rub my lower legs. I was uptight. I froze at his initial touch.

Warm hands glided across and around my lower legs, slippery smooth fingers gently probing my muscles. My feet were next. Each toe was rubbed between gentle fingers and inner webs gently rolled. A forearm ran through the contour arches of both feet. More warm oil was applied, hands moved up my legs in smooth deep strokes. My spine and ribs were next, gentle finger pressure applied between each rib followed by an over-all, soft. rub- down of my back. This was a new happening, I was so relaxed, I had changed to a piece of putty. I had never been touched in such a caring manner. I did cry.

My shoulders and neck were kneaded. I was asked to turn over. During this pause, Uncle Dave stripped down to his shorts. For some reason, it just seemed natural that he would do so. My chest and stomach was caressed in the same manner. My nose, lips and ears were gently stroked as well as my closed eyes, eyebrows and forehead. I had almost lapsed into sleep when I felt the draped sheet being brought up and wrapped over me.

"I'm done," Uncle Dave said quietly. "Just rest awhile 'til you feel like getting up."

I must have not moved for fifteen minutes. "Help me up, Uncle Dave," I asked. I was gently helped to a sitting position. I shook my head, trying to awaken enough to stand. Uncle Dave steadied me to standing position. I never thought I'd do such a thing, but I embraced Uncle Dave's semi-naked body. Uncle Dave gave me a warm hug back.

"Take a shower and wash the oil off, then crawl into to bed. You will sleep very well." I did as I was told. Never before have I had such a relaxful nights sleep.

Uncle Dave massaged me the same way for the next four nights. He kept his promise. He never tried to fool around. The fifth night when he was almost done, I felt something was missing. I felt the massage was not complete. It was a real need. It was strange. I never thought I would want this and I was not sexually aroused.

"Please, Uncle Dave, massage me everywhere."

There was no talking. I raised my butt and felt my briefs slide down my legs and off my feet. I was completely naked. It felt O.K.

Uncle Dave's warm oiled hands touched me. God, it felt good. My prick and balls slid between his palms and fingers. I got hard in a hurry. I moaned softly.

Special attention was paid to my tip, a finger rubbed gently over my pee hole, up and down the back side, and made circular strokes around its lower rim. A gentle grip fondled my balls. My lubricated prick was slowly pulled up and down. It wasn't long before I felt the start of my cum, slowly, building with intensity as it moved upwards. With a burst, and a startled cry, I spewed into Uncle Dave's hand as well as all over my body.

Uncle Dave gently rubbed the large drops into my skin then carefully dried my privates. The hanging sheet was again folded across me. I rested. When I was ready, Uncle Dave helped me to my feet. My legs were rubbery. I wondered if I could stand. I was supported by a tight hug from Uncle Dave. Our faces moved closer together. Our lips met. I had never been kissed by a man. It was a long kiss. Something was happening to me.

"You enjoyed?" asked Uncle Dave.

"Yes."

"Tomorrow, you can drive the Corvette to school."

I immediately became popular when I wheeled the Corvette up to school. Kids were all over the place to meet me and ask for a ride. It was great. I really felt good. That night, I excitedly told Uncle Dave of my new popularity. Uncle Dave was real pleased too.

Whenever I wanted the Corvette, I slept with Uncle Dave. He showed me a lot and did a lot of things that felt real good. Snuggling up to his warm bare body and having him pull me close made me feel secure. It took awhile to like his finger up my ass, but now it was O.K. I also found I liked pleasing him, enjoying his hugs and kisses and the taste of his cum.

It all ended when I moved to Berkeley, went to Cal., and got my M.A. degree. My gay experience didn't entirely take away my love for the opposite sex. I did marry, not letting my bi-sexuality get in the way. After ten years, I got divorced. I'm now living alone in an apartment.

I just got a letter from Wisconsin asking if a nephew of mine could come out and live with me while he went to school. I agreed, and I am planning to buy a RED CORVETTE.

The End