Service for my computer and his needs

Service for my computer and his needs By Barty

bart1440@btinternet.com

Barty has also written 'The Reluctant Elf' /nifty/gay/beginnings/reluctant-elf

I was astonished when my sister married an evangelical Christian. There was nothing in her background to suggest that she was going to, but she went for it whole-heartedly, full immersion, the lot. That was twenty-five years ago, it's a real love match, and surprisingly enough, although that's not my thing at all, I get on with them both very well. Of course, they don't know I'm gay.

They had a problem with gays, no doubt about that. As far as their beliefs are concerned, it's an abomination and that was the end of it. Having said that, they have shown themselves to be very tolerant in recent years. My brother's son came out, and he and his partner were warmly welcomed into their home at Christmas, and felt quite relaxed there. It's greatly to their credit really, given the way they feel.

They have three children, three boys. The older two are at University, showing no signs of any abnormal sexual interest, although of course you never know. I mean, I wouldn't show any signs either, if I lived in that family. It's a very close family; there would be no recriminations, but a lot of pain.

About Adrian, the youngest, I wasn't so sure. He was a typical youngest when he was smaller, noisy, boisterous, a bit of a terrorist. As a seven-year-old, he had a habit of flinging himself onto people's laps and abandoning himself there. I never discouraged this. Even when he was twelve, he sidled onto my lap one evening in the sitting room without embarrassment although several of the family were around. I wasn't about to reject him, even when he started to grind his backside against me. A signal? I wondered. Or just na??e. A hard bony backside it was too, and the lack of finesse was on the painful side, but it aroused me, and I couldn't shove him off because of what would have been revealed. He might have noticed my boner for himself, but frankly, his buttocks were so pointed and hard that I doubt if they had any feeling in them.

When he was seventeen and I suddenly noticed that he wasn't a little boy any more, not so bony, I also noticed that his character had changed. He was quieter now, a bit more of a loner. He tended to greet us then slope off to his room to commune with his computer. From time to time he would put in an appearance, friendly but not pushy. But I did notice this. They are a hugging family, and when the time came for farewells, I couldn't help feeling that his hugs were a little tighter and longer than mere courtesy demanded.

If my suspicions were right, Adrian had a problem. He was probably harbouring a huge amount of guilt and secrecy. I wondered if I could help.

I was given a bit of computer software that could do amazing things with digital photos. Now, I'm not at all skilled with my computer, although I've learned how to get in to some interesting websites that help to pass the lonely evenings. I tried and tried with this stuff but the instructions assume so much that I didn't know that I didn't get far at all. I was thinking of abandoning the software when it occurred to me that someone in the family could probably help out, so I rang my sister, and asked her if should mind if I invited Adrian over to supper to help me get sorted out. The family had often been over, but this was the first time I had asked him on his own. He had just passed his eighteenth birthday, and this timing was not entirely coincidental, so you will gather that my intentions were not strictly honourable.

He arrived, and I put a couple of pizzas in the oven and showed him my problem. It didn't take him long to sort it out and explain it to me, and then, as computer geeks do, he thought of a number of other improvements he could make. I allowed this on condition that he would come back and undo them sometime if they caused me a problem.

Before long, coming back into the room, I found that he was into my computer's innermost secrets, and had unearthed one or two of the interesting websites that I had among my favourites. I suddenly realised that he had grown up at home with parental controls, and that this was quite possibly the first time he had had unfettered access to the delights of the world wide web.

'Do you mind?' he asked. It was a bit late if I did, and anyway I didn't. But I was not going to move too fast here.

'I don't mind,' I said, 'but I'm sure your parents would mind. I don't want them to feel that I've betrayed their trust.'

He grinned at me companionably. 'I'm eighteen,' he said. 'Anyway, I'm not telling if you aren't.' Thus we entered an understanding.

We went down for supper.

'Are you gay?' he asked. 'I mean that was gay porn on your favourite websites.'

'I am, actually.'

'I am too,' he said. 'And you're the first person I ever told. I mean, can you imagine if Dad found out? He'd be kind, I know, but so disappointed in me.'

'I did wonder,' I told him. 'How long have you known?'

'Since I was about twelve, I guess, although I didn't understand it at first. I couldn't say anything at school - I'd get slaughtered.'

'Well, what are you going to do about it?'

'Well obviously I can't come out. And I don't know at all where to get sex.'

'Are you propositioning me? There's a big age difference you know.'

'Not really, although I wouldn't mind, I've always thought you were a cool uncle. I just want to find out about things, and get the confidence to go with someone my own age.'

'Let's get this straight,' I said. 'There's no way you and I are going to have sex now, much as I would love to. You need to think about it hard. But I can take you to a nice place one evening, where you can learn the score.'

'What sort of nice place?'

'A bath house. It will be full of gay guys who are all there for the same reason. It's nice there, friendly, relaxed, no guilt, private places where you can go and lie down with someone and shut the door. Every time I've been, I've got lucky with someone. Think about it. If you're interested, I'll take you there. Once you've been once, you can go again on your own, no problem. As you say, it's just a matter of confidence. You have my mobile number.'

We finished our Pizzas, chatted a bit more about sex and other things, then it was time for him to go. We had our usual hug at the door. Impulsively, he pulled my head down and kissed me briefly on the lips. I felt a flick of moisture from his slightly protruding tongue. I reciprocated by pulling him close, and just grinding my belly for a moment. He gave me a complicit grin, and went.

I heard nothing more from him for three weeks. Then the phone rang.

'It's Adrian. I'm just wondering how that computer set-up worked. Would you like me to come over to check it out?'

My pulse raced. There was no doubt about the agenda here. There was never any need for checking out the computer.

'Well, thanks,' I said. 'It wouldn't do any harm to take another look at it, and perhaps we could go out somewhere, to eat or something.'

'Or something,' he said. 'There's no-one but me in the house tonight, my parents are away on some retreat, so it wouldn't matter how late I stayed out, no-one would notice. I mean, it's none of their business any more now I'm eighteen, but I wouldn't want them wonderng.'

'Come on over.'

My mind raced. I showered, changed into looser clothing, switched on my computer and got up the bathhouse website. It was a Friday evening, they were open till late. Adrian arrived, looked at me shyly, and kissed me again, the same way as he had done before. I showed him the website, asked him if he fancied going there. A brief look, and he nodded dumbly.

'It's bit early,' I said. 'There isn't going to be any action there for a couple of hours, let's go to the Chinese Restaurant and get a bite.'

Over the Peking Duck, I asked him if he wanted to know anything.

'Will you be looking after me? I'm quite scared.'

'Of course, that's the whole point of going together. But I think we need some ground rules. If you and I get to have sex together tonight, that will be great, but you don't have to. There'll be younger guys there who won't look at me, but will be gagging to get off with you. That's all right with me, I can find someone else. You're going to do all the choosing once we get there, and you've sorted out how it all works.'

He smiled at me gratefully. 'We'll just see how it goes, OK?' he said.

We finished our pot of tea, paid up and left. 'Pub now,' I said, get a bit of courage down us.'

'I'll buy the drinks, Uncle Carty' he said, 'you paid for the meal.' He was asserting his adult status.

He came back with something I'd never have chosen, a Bacardi Breezer. It was a soft drink in taste, but there was no missing the hard edge of rum, and I enjoyed it against my better judgement. By the time we'd had three each, any inhibition we might have been feeling was loosened.

'Time to go,' I told him, and we walked down the dark side street to the discreet entrance of the Grecian steam rooms.

'You know this is a gay male environment?' the cashier said before taking my money. I nodded. ''Do you have proof of age?' He asked Adrian, who produced his recently acquired driving licence. He handed us a towel each, two locker keys, and a third key on receipt of an extra payment for a lockable private room, a feature of this particular establishment. I wouldn't usually bother with this, but I wanted Adrian to feel secure and have a base.

He held my hand nervously as I led him to the changing rooms. Coloured lights flickered in the dark corridors, and the sound system reverberated with a repetitive beat. We sat down, and stripped off. He modestly turned his back, giving me my first ever view of the now nicely cushioned bum that I half remembered from its bony days. Then he laughed, and said 'no use being secretive,' and turned to give the full frontal, the trace of an erection already forming. He was as nice looking and well proportioned as any eighteen-year-old possibly could be, and I found myself hoping that I would be the lucky one this evening, although I was determined not to push it with him. We stood next to each other in the shower, soaping ourselves thoroughly, caressing our own cocks under the warm douche, and looking at each other frankly.

'Come on,' I said, and we locked the lockers, wrapped the towels round our waists, and ventured out into the corridors.

'Now what?'

'Jacuzzi first,' I told him, and we slipped into the bubbling water where two or three other guys were spaced round the edge. They looked appraisingly at Adrian, and slightly enviously at me as his companion. We pressed our thighs together, and enjoyed the warmth of the water. 'We'll take our time here' I told him. 'It's a good place to sus things out from.'

After a while, there was no-one else in the tub, and we sat close, moving our thighs gently against each other. After a while, I felt a hand on mine. 'Mmm,' I said appreciatively, and placed my hand on his belly. Before long, we were both copping little feels of each other's cocks, and he gave mine an experimental squeeze that nearly brought me off in one, I was feeling so excited.

'Ease off a bit,' I said. 'At my age I need to take these things slowly. That's why you need to find someone younger.' A couple of older guys climbed in and sat opposite us, so we moved discretely apart. One of them looked frankly at Adrian and allowed his tongue a little exposure between his lips. Adrian grinned at him cheerfully, but no tongue. Then he nudged me. 'Let's try something else.'

'Very good,' I said as we went up the passage to the sauna. 'That's what I call a courteous brush off. He knows the score. He isn't offended.'

In the Sauna, we again sat side by side, on our towels. Two other guys were there, looking at each other, taking no notice of us. Their feet touched. They inched closer together. Their hands found each other. After a few moments, one of them indicated the door with his head, and they left together, holding hands.

'Do they know each other?' Adrian asked.

'Oh no, they've just got off. They'll be finding a quiet place to lie down together.'

'What will they be doing?'

'We can go and watch, if you like,' I told him, and we left the sauna, but they were nowhere to be seen, obviously having closed the door of their cabin to get on with each other in private.

'We'll check out our cabin,' I told him, and we found it and unlocked it. I dumped a small plastic bag containing useful items in a corner. The cabin was seven feet by five, dark apart from a small half-concealed light near the ceiling, the floor fully covered by a black vinyl covered mattress. A couple of wall pockets were thoughtfully provided with three or four condoms and sachets of lube. Adrian shut the door, and pulled me down beside him. He hugged me close, and we kissed each other more deeply than before, gently rubbing bellies and enjoying each other.

'Thanks for bringing me,' he said. I always knew you were a cool uncle. I'd never have dared come on my own.'

'It's my pleasure,' I told him sincerely, 'and this bit's the best of it so far. But we're going to stop now, because you can do better than me. You take the key.' I gave him the cabin key, and he put it round his wrist on the rubber band.

We toured around some more. The corridors were full of guys sizing up the talent, and most of them gave Adrian a second glance, looking enviously at me. For myself, I noticed a scrawny middle aged Japanese guy, and we exchanged maybe looks before moving on to look elsewhere. Adrian and I went into the video lounge, and we sat together enjoying the antics on screen of a young blond fellow and a black man with an Afro haircut and a tasty little bum.

'I like this film,' he confided. 'I've got a bit of a thing about black guys.' We stayed until the sequence ended with an explosion of white cum dribbling down the ecstatically grinning black face.

We tried the steam room, but Adrian said he liked the sauna better, so we returned there. This time, we sat opposite each other, rubbing our cocks, sweating, enjoying the view of three other guys who were in there doing the same as us, all of whom ogled Adrian, and received a cool negative grin in return. Soon it was just the two of us again, and I was just starting to think that it was getting too hot to stay when the door opened, and in came a black man of about twenty, close cropped hair, an open friendly face, and a towel firmly tucked in around his waist. Adrian couldn't help himself; his cock jerked up and nearly hit his chin. The young man noticed, and put his hand provocatively onto the substantial mound beneath his own towel. They exchanged looks, and there was a bit of lip licking. Then he got up and went out, pausing at the door to look back at Adrian before it swung closed behind him.

Adrian looked at me desperately. 'You're in,' I assured him. 'Get after him, you know you want to.' He got up, grabbed his towel, made sure the key was on his wrist, and followed the young man through the door. I gave them a minute, then left as well. There was no sign of them. The door to our cabin was closed. I sighed enviously.

The Japanese guy had stopped cruising the corridor, and gone into a cabin. I passed it, and he was lying there on his back, playing with his cock, and watching who was passing the door. I paused in the doorway. His look invited me in, and I closed the door behind me.

I've played this scene a few times before, and I always enjoy it. I liked his small stature. I liked his respectably erect cock. I liked his oriental features - like Adrian, I guess I like a difference. He was getting on in age but that didn't bother me, he was up for it. My towel fell to the floor, and I lay down on top of him, feeling for his mouth with mine. We kissed long and slow, searching deeply. There was no hurry, we were both content just to enjoy the warmth and comfort. 'You feel nice,' I whispered. 'I'm Carty, what's your name?' 'Tojo,' he murmured. 'I suck cock good.'

He did, too, very good. I just lay back and enjoyed it for a few minutes, him on his belly between my legs which I wrapped around his shoulders working my dick over thoroughly, and sucking it in and out of his lips while his fingers grasped the base o my cock and played another nice tune. After a while I released him from my leg lock and changed position; I didn't want to cum, I was still hopeful of getting it on with Adrian later on. Rolling him onto his back, I returned the service, my fingers clasping his bum tightly and pressing his almost hairless crutch against my face. Suddenly I felt him grow more urgent, his thrusts into my mouth became fiercer, and he arched his back tightly as the cum rose. He pulled out at the last minute and it flew into the air and onto my face. I laughed, lay on top of him again, and rubbed my face affectionately against his, spreading cum around our cheeks. Then we relaxed and whiled away a few minutes gently rocking before I stood up, took my towel, and thanked him. The door to our private room was still closed, so I went and had my second shower of the evening, rubbing the rapidly drying sticky mess off my face. Next time I passed our door, it was ajar. I pushed it open and went quietly inside. Adrian and his beautiful black friend were still there, crushed against each other very contentedly, but Adrian said 'Come on in, I told Errol about you, and he said how about a threesome.'

'Hi Carty,' said Errol. 'I've heard what an understanding uncle you are.'

I needed no second bidding, and threw myself down on the bed beside them. At once, they broke their clinch, and lay down one on each side of me. Two tongues emerged from two mouths, and I found my dick being beautifully attended to from both sides at once. All I could do was lie there and sigh blissfully as they proceeded for several minutes with a skill that Adrian could only have learned from his new friend during the previous half hour.

'Let's make a sandwich,' suggested Adrian. 'You can be the meat Uncle C.'

He lay down provocatively on his back, and invited me on top of him, belly to belly once more. We ground together, contentedly. For a moment or two I forgot about Errol, as I became absorbed in the reality of what I had wished for so long. But then I felt him lower himself onto my back, and join in the rhythmic grinding, his sizeable cock rolling about on and between my buttocks.

'Is that too heavy?' I whispered to Adrian.

'It's just perfect,' he said. 'I love the way you're being pressed against me.'

After a while, Errol removed most of his weight, resting his knees on the ground while remaining astride of the two of us. Soon he was slurping baby oil over my back, from the small heap of supplies I had brought into our room - one advantage of 'going private.' His practised fingers massaged oil into my shoulder blades, and over every bit of my back. When he lay down on me again, the slippery coating made his movements all the more intense, spurring me to fresh ecstasies, and offering Adrian more excitement at this tumult taking place on top of him. I kissed him urgently, feeling an erotic glow separately from five different places, the chest rubbing against my back, the large cock rolling from side to side between by buttocks, the second cock pulsing up against mine, intensified by the dead weight on top of it, the sweet taste of Adrian's tongue, and by no means least, the succulent feeling of Errol's mouth which had now closed delightfully over one of my ears. I have

never had such an intense sexual experience.

'Carty, Adrian says he wants to watch me fucking you,' Errol was breathing into my ear. 'He wasn't too sure about me fucking him!'

That would be great, I said, and as the wonderful three way clinch broke up, Adrian sat up, chin on knees, and watched Errol skilfully get to work on me. More baby oil, onto my knees, searching fingers opening me up, one, two three, condom on, the first touch of that formidable dick, and my moans of pleasure as he gently eased it in. Then I lowered down into a lying position and he started to thrust urgently, his fingers gripping my shoulders tightly, and his mouth again closed around my receptive ear. All too soon, he started to gasp and buck furiously, I felt his excitement and passion well up, and he twitched violently inside me at his moment of release. Spent then, he lay on my back, in no hurry to withdraw and I turned my head so that our mouths could find each other.

'Oh,' said Adrian, 'I wish it had been me... Do that to me now, It looked so fun.'

'Hey man,' said Errol, 'I don't have anything left for a second round. But I'll be here again next Thursday. Right now, it's time for me to split. See you around.'

'Definitely,' said Adrian, 'I'm coming back here for sure.'

'Thanks Carty,' Errol said to me. 'It was very nice in there.'

'The pleasure was all mine,' I grinned as he gathered up his towel and left the two of us together.

'Well, you've obviously enjoyed the visit,' I said to Adrian.

'It's not over yet,' he said, 'at least I hope not. I'd like you to be the one who is first inside me. Would you...?'

'Are you certain?' I still had some anxieties about his parents' reaction if they ever found out my role in his fall.

'More certain than I've ever been about anything,' he said, looking at me sincerely. 'You know, I have to keep all this very secret, but it is so good to have one person in the family who understands. I want you to fuck me, and I want you to do it now. Then I'll feel ready for Errol next week'

'It will hurt at first,' I warned him.

'It will be worth it.'

Lovingly I laid him down. I was going to make this last. Out come the baby oil, and I rubbed him down as Errol had done to me, shoulder blades first, buttocks at last, caressing and squeezing them as I oiled them. I passed my oily finger over his erogenous bud, softly circling it and then slipping it inside as sweetly as if I was scraping the last bit of honey out of a jar.

'Oh, oh, mmm' he murmured, as I slid it smoothly in and out, 'I never knew it would feel as nice as that.' From my bag now, a shiny metal dildo, smothered in oil, not too big, and in it went, again as sweet as could be. I wiggled it around.

'Is that your cock? It doesn't feel like a finger.'

'Not yet, just getting you ready'.

'I'm ready, put it in me now,' he begged.

I lay him on his back, lifted his legs high, spread them apart and rested them on my shoulders, and smiled at him as he watched me unroll a condom onto my excited prick, and pull him towards it. 'Oh, oh,' he fluttered again, blissfully, as he felt the first contact. 'Push harder, come right in.'

And I did. I have never been so gentle, but millimetre by millimetre, I eased my way inside, there was just one moment when it hurt him and he squeaked, then I was deeply inside and he sighed in deep pleasure. Now I started fucking, slowly, faster, varying my speed and holding back each time I felt the urge to cum welling up. We were firmly engaged, and I was able to lower my chest onto his, and kiss him as we made love.

After a while, I pulled out, lay him on his side, and entered him again, spooned together. He started to push back against me rhythmically, and we enjoyed a comfortable five minutes side by side in this way, my hand reaching round and massaging his cock as we thrust and strained.

Out again, and I lay on my back and he sat on me, guiding my slimy member into his now wide open hole, and bucking up and down on top of me in a way that reminded me of his antics as a little boy.

'I need to finish off now,' I said, 'let me get on top of you, and give you a real fucking.' He lay on his belly, and once again, I slid deep inside him, no resistance at all now, and just as Errol had done with me, I gripped his shoulders, nibbled his ear, and went for it, panting and gasping until the longing that I had harboured for him for so long exploded, and at last I subsided into a breathless contented sweaty embrace kissing the back of his head and feeling his contentment too. After a few moments, I slid off him, and we embraced side by side, so lovingly.

Later, we showered together, soaping washing each down, absorbed in each other, oblivious to the glances of two other men who got hard fondling their own cocks just watching us do this.

Later still, I saw him off at the bus stop.

'I'm coming here again on Thursday,' he said.

'Errol will be pleased,' I answered. 'And I don't think you need me any more.'

'Carty,' he said, dropping the 'uncle' bit now as our relationship seemed to have moved on from that point. 'I won't need you. I feel confident now. But... I can't thank you enough. And I really do love you. And I'll never forget tonight.'

Thursday came. I sat at home thinking about him. About ten thirty the bell rang. It was Adrian. And Errol.

'We both fancied another threesome,' said Adrian. 'Are you up for it?'

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