Uncle Daryl
I hardly knew Uncle Daryl existed. He was sort of the black sheep of the family. No one said why he was a black sheep, and he played no role growing up. I had a good childhood, until my parents died in an automobile accident.
Mom said that Dad was a dreamer. He was one of those guys who had investments that would pay off some day. That day didn't come before the accident. I was planning to start college the next year and that seemed unlikely.
I was surprised that Uncle Daryl came to the funeral. It seemed he was my only relative. He found out about my financial situation. My potential college was in his home town. He could pay my way there, and I could stay at his house while I took classes. I wasn't too sure about that, but I had no real alternative. He also told me that he had an unusual life and unusual friends, but I could stay in the old carriage house to the rear of his house. I wasn't sure about that, but when I saw the carriage house, it was fully restored and actually beautiful.
College was good. My parents death had screwed up all of my expectations. My faculty advisor, Dr. Brooks, was helpful and reassuring. He knew my uncle, and promised him to help any way he could. It was good and he was encouraging.
I found out that Uncle Daryl was a spiritualist. I had no idea what that was, but I assumed he was an advisor of some sort. I was also afraid that my Uncle would find out about my sexual interest. My best friend at school had been Jon Paine, and we were really close. I wasn't interested in girls. Eventually, I found out Uncle Daryl wasn't into girls either. He liked men, and he liked them a lot.
One day I walked into one of his therapy sessions and discovered he and his his clients were naked. That could have been embarrassing, but I solved that problem by striping and joining them. They weren't at all shy or uneasy. Uncle Daryl had to go to a meeting so the men left
One of the men getting therapy, Ralph Miller, took his time getting dressed. When Uncle Daryl left, he asked if I would fuck him. I didn't know exactly what man fucking was, but I quickly figured it out.
"Do I need some lubricant?" I asked.
"You won't need that, Daryl took care of that," he said. I realized Daryl had shot off in his ass.
"Will I like that?" I asked.
"You are either going to dislike it a lot, or love it," Ralph said. "I am pretty sure you will like it."
This was all new to me, but somehow I knew I would like it. I guessed guessed correctly that Ralph's ass was lubricated with Uncle Daryl's sperm. Unexpectedly, that was a turn on. Ten minutes later I liked it a lot. Daryl's sperm added something extra. I popped through his sphincter easily. When I was in his ass he became a part of me. Ralph's secret place was his ass, and he had invited me to penetrate it. A little later I shot off and I became a part of him. I didn't know I could feel so much. I knew that in a short while, his cock would be in me. I didn't know if I wanted that, but I knew it had to be. An hour later it was in me and all was well. I knew he would shoot off. Much to my surprise I wanted that.
I had sucked my friend Jon several times, but this was different. Jon was a friend. Ralph was a stranger. Unexpectedly sex with Ralph was more exciting. His cock was bigger than Jon's. With Ralph it was pure sex unconnected to affection. Ralph was sexually experienced and was interested in sexual pleasure only. In some ways he could concentrate on pure sexual sensation. I thought this was pure sex. As he pushed deeper I was surprised that affection grew with each push deeper into me. I could feel Ralph's oversize knob stretching my fuck tunnel.
I didn't need to tell Ralph that. He knew it. He told me I had done well and he greatly enjoyed the interlude. He asked if his cock fit well. I said it was beautiful. Then he asked if it was odd to have another man's semen in my ass. I said I felt as if it belonged there. As he left he said, "Your Uncle has many friends. They have all felt what you are feeling."
I was at the mid semester exam period. I thought I had done well, but the University was in a different weight class than my high school. I did well, so I would be staying there. I was pleased and so was my Uncle. A few days later he said he talked with Ralph and was glad we seemed to have hit it off.
"Are you okay with that?" he asked.
I said we sure did. We got along well.
"I need to tell you a few thing about me," he said. "I am a counselor, and a therapist to sexually repressed men. Ralph was one of my patients. Many are suffering from what I jokingly call the Baptist Disease. They can't accept sex as a part of a normal life. I knew sex is an immensely pleasurable part of normal life. I was well into my thirties before I admitted that."
"Am I right in thinking that you overcame this problem?" I asked with a smile. He laughed.
"Recreational sex is problematic with women. It is rarely a problem with men," he said. "I am very private, very selective and very careful. Many of my patients are shy and timid. I provide what is essentially a series of classes to open up their sexual horizons," he said. "Ralph was one of my students. I assume that was a good experience for you?" I nodded.
"I know you are an adult now. Technically I am an over sexed man. I am your only Uncle, and I have no desire to change that. I realize that any sexual connection is out of the question," he said. "Ralph told me you share his and my sexual interest. Ralph's virgin days are well behind him. He said you may be new to the scene, but you share my interests."
"Ralph and his friends would be glad to introduce you the world of gay sex. He said you passed the admission test with flying colors," Uncle Daryl said.
"Is that a compliment?" I asked with a smile.,
Daryl smiled. "That is indeed a compliment," he said. "In some ways every one here is ready, willing, and able. The sticky by products are edible and can be served straight from the cock. Nothing is forced. Sometimes things are public, sometimes they are private."
We talked for a while and I understood. I wasn't sure I was as open minded as Ralph and Daryl. It took a day you realize my ass and cock were definitely quite enthusiastic. I didn't admit to myself, but my genitals were way more than enthusiastic. I didn't do anything or notice anything unusual. I just let nature take its course.
A week later Ralph came by and asked if I would like to meet some of his friends. I said that would be nice. On Saturday Ralph came to my carriage house with two friends, Mike and Miller. Mike was in his upper sixties or so. He was tall and thin with a bushy white beard. Mike was a shorter man in his fifties. He looked solid and muscular. Mike was a retired math teacher. Miller was a sculptor. After introductions we went to my bedroom and stripped.
"I've never been with a young guy before," Mike said in a deep voice. "If anything hurts, let me know. I will stop."
For the next hour and a half I was either sucking a cock or fucking an ass. Ralph, Mike or Miller's cocks were either in my mouth or in my ass. All of our asses were cum filled. Miller's ass drooling cum, so I licked it. It was rather tasty and got better as I worked my tongue into the anus. I am not sure anything like an inner slut exists, but if it did, I was one.
Mike and Miller were nice men, horny as hell and sensitive as was possible with a raging hard on. They both came in me. Ralph and Miller came in me twice. I hadn't realized that sperm is a great lubricant. After the first orgasm, I could feel every movement of an erect cock. Somehow, an ejaculating cock could express affection.
Miller and Mike were hairy men and I sometimes I felt as if I was being fucked by pandas. The event was a success. When it got late the men went home and I slept very well. The next morning I had breakfast with my Uncle.
"I heard you made some new friends last night," My Uncle said. "Ralph gave me a report."
"Was that a problem?" I asked.
"Not at all. You made some new friends" he reported. "Miller and Mike loved it."
"I thought it might have been too much," I said.
"No, it solved problems. They relaxed for the first time," Daryl said. "They relaxed enough to shoot off in you. They had never be able to do that before. Mike was married to the worst Church Lady in the city. She wanted a family but she wanted to it without intercourse. It was a disaster. Ralph said he smiled the first time in years when he shot off in you."
"Was he okay when my cock went up his ass?" I asked.
Daryl smiled. "Fucking can be one sided, but Mike liked it. He thought you enjoyed his cum. He made it in his balls and he thought you appreciated the gift. It wasn't just a sticky mess. You seemed to know it was a man's present to another man," Daryl said. "He loved it when you filled his ass with your sticky man seed."
"He knows it isn't love, but his ass filled with your seed is pretty close," Daryl added.
"Feeling a man shoot his seed in to me was good; I didn't expect that," I replied. "Mike has some other pals who would like you. Would you like to meet them?"Daryl asked.
"How many friends?" I asked.
"I don't know exactly, but Mike is a nice guy." Daryl said.
"I am new to this scene. I should tread carefully," I said. "But I really liked it. Actually, I more than just liked it. I want to do more."
I went back to school. The classes were more demanding but I seemed to like it as I got deeper into the subject. The professors were supportive and told me that a foundation was eyeing me for a scholarship. I was awarded the scholarship. All was well.
I didn't know it but this would be my last free summer. I would be working on projects and eventually my PhD degree program for the next few years.
I joined several of Uncle Daryl's spiritual "therapy" sessions. Daryl turned out to be a kind, rather gentle man. He carefully guided men to acknowledge their sexual needs. Many of them were terrified of sex. For them it was dangerous and evil. Many of them thought they were sinners and evil. Most were middle aged or older. I was young and not frighting. That was good for them. I also had another unexpected attractive feature; I was not good looking. I am Mr. Average. I didn't intimidate.
I did take two weeks off at Christmas and New Years. On of my faculty advisors, Dr. Jones, told me that I needed to take time off. "You will feel better and be able to recharge. Nonstop work can lead to mental problems." I didn't want to do that, but Dr. Jones was respected. He also expected to be obeyed.
Uncle Daryl had a festive Christmas. He had a party for our relatives, most of whom came. When my parents died the relatives were relieved when he came to my rescue. They knew I was good, but my interests entirely different from theirs. Daryl was odd and tolerant. They figured he would work things out. I got along well with them.
The party was just before Christmas, we had a pleasant day and Daryl got an invitation to a New Years Eve party a few days later from one of Daryl's old friends Monty. He had been going to the party for years, but had been on hiatus for a couple of years when Monty's partner died.
Daryl told me I was invited, but Monty's friends were uninhibited and a bit wild. Daryl said the men were older. Some might say they were lacking in refinement. Daryl added. I said I would like to go.
Daryl lived in his family home on an old farm outside of town. I would have guessed there were all members of the same country club. All had some level of erection. There were some younger men there.
The men were mostly seventy or so. The "boys" were sixty plus. It was also clear, that Viagra had worked its magic. Everyone knew Daryl, so he vanished into the crowd.
An older, stocky, muscular man came to me. "I'm Joe Belmont. Your uncle gave me lessons years ago." We shook hands. "Daryl was the first man to fuck me. I was a hit with the ladies until I got old. I though my love life was over until Daryl creamed in my ass. I loved it."
"Do you still like it?" I asked. He leaned close to me and whispered, "This sounds stupid, but no guy ever said he got knocked up."
I laughed, "I take it you didn't pay much attention in biology class?" I joked.
Joe appreciated my humor. He fondled my cock and when his fingers I moved my legs give better access.
"I haven't had a young guys up my ass in a long time," he whispered. May be fifteen minutes later Joe's legs were on my shoulders and I my cock was churning my load into his ass. He was receptive and loved it. He tended to sound like a buffoon, but he wanted a young guy up his ass.
"Sometimes I can hold it back. Most of the times I dump my load into your ass." I said.
"I want it!" he exclaimed. I shot off.
"Damn! I can feel it!" he exclaimed. Joe had no problem with that.
When I stopped shooting I bent over him a whispered. "I can pull out and let you rest. Do you have a pal who would like to fuck your cum filled hole?"
"That sound messy," he said.
"I might be messy, it might be the chance of a lifetime." I said.
Skeeter Monroe was a one of Monty's friends. Skeeter was a big, rough looking farmer. He also was a preacher in a small church. He was an old time religion, but the story of David and Jonathan had greatly impressed him. His congregation had become increasing male through the years. It was known for responding to emergencies, such as fires and blizzards. He was hung like Goliath.
I pulled out of Joe's ass and Skeeter inserted his impressive cock into Joe's ass. Joe converted when Skeeter's cock sent Joe to heaven. I was surprised it fit, but the ways of the lord are mysterious. Skeeter said that my earlier orgasm made the penetration painless, and more intense. Afterwards, Skeeter offered to fuck me. I said I wasn't ready yet. Skeeter said he would wait until I was ready.
I was on my back with my legs apart with some of Joe's cum drooling from my ass. I wasn't' exactly displaying my willingness to be fucked again, but an obviously well used hole could be interpreted in only one way. Monty came over, raised my legs and eased his cock into my ass. Monty moaned in pleasure.
"You are really tight. Is it as good for you as it is for me?" he asked.
"It is good, but it will take some getting use to," I said.
"Is there room for Daddy's home brew?" he asked.
"Probably," he replied. "I shoot a big load. Is there room for it? It makes a mess. There are some guys here who like a mess."
By then I was getting used to his over sized cock. His orgasm was more like an explosion. I relaxed and enjoyed the tickling sensation. That was soon replaced by a tongue searching our the freshly deposited sperm. Within the tight confines of my ass, Monty had deposited a sperm buffet. I was a bit shocked, but my ass enjoyed the intimacy of the probing tongue.
It was getting late and the men began to dress and go home. The party was a succeed. Apparently the men thought I was a good sport and a master of the sexual arts.
A few days later I ran into the "Minister" Skeeter Monroe. Odd and eccentric, he was an impressive man. He was big, muscular and eccentric. He was also a nice man, personable and friendly. He was helpful in an emergency. He was odd, but a good man to have around in difficult times.
I asked him in for a cup of coffee. Inside the house he said he needed apologize. "I never married and my friends are either my age or older. I never done a young guy before. "Did I hurt you?"
"Not at all. It was good, really good," I said.
"I did another bad thing. I told an old friend of mine about you." Skeeter said. "He wants to meet you."
"You told him about the sex?" I asked. He nodded.
"I didn't exactly tell him, but he knows me pretty well," Skeeter said. "He's a nice guy, but a bit country. He will be in town this Saturday. Could I bring him by to meet him?" I said that would be fine. He would come by around 10:00 in the morning.
They arrived at 10:00 on the dot. Skeeter came with Barney Smith Jr.. I had been in high school with his son. Barney was average height but was in good shape if you remember that a brick is a shape. His son knew me as one of the smart ones in high school.
"I told Barney you were fun and a good guy," Skeeter said.
"Did you mention that I like naked fun with guys?" I asked.
"He said you were a good guy. Since my wife died there years ago, When I was on the high school football team I was usually the friendliest guy in the shower. I got married right out of high school. Sex stopped as soon as we had children," Barney said. "I really haven't had fun since the locker room, except with Skeeter, once in a blue moon."
"To be direct, Barney wants to be with a younger guy," Skeeter said.
"You shouldn't have said that," Barney said. "He'll think I am a pervert."
I laughed. "It's only a perversion it a guy doesn't want it. That has never been my problem. Why didn't we go upstairs and have some fun." I said.
Barney was quite muscular and hairy, but was one of the least graceful men I had ever seen. His cock was modeled after a pile driver. Skeeter was big and hairy, but a ballet dancer when compared to Barney.
It took maybe fifteen minutes to get use to each other. His thick cock filled my ass, but it was almost designed to full my ass. He almost was a prefect member to fill my ass. Somehow I knew his cock belonged in me. It wasn't an invader, it belonged in me, his cock seemed to belong in me. His organs was forceful, I could feel his cock spasm as he came. I was actually pleased that he shot off.