Uncle Billy 2
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
In some ways my life with Mom prepared me for life with Uncle Jake. After she died, I found a box of photographs of her when she was young. She was pretty when she was in high school. She was wild even then. She dressed in skimpy clothes, mostly hot pants, and halter tops. I was born when she was 19, but she continued to date. When I was six or seven, I sort of remembered Uncle Jake. There were a lot of Uncles. Looking back, a man became an uncle when he was around for more than a month.
I didn't know how many of them married her. Marriage seemed encourage Mom to whine and nag more. I think she was a good time girl until she married, then she became the old ball and chain. I think went I was eight or nine, she brought men home one by one. Later on, she brought home two or three men at a time.
It was a trailer, so I stayed in the bedroom, but I saw naked men wandering to the bathroom from time to time. It was noisy. Mom made it clear how each man performed. We move a few times, each time to a trailer park lower down the trailer park food chain. I thought this was the usual way Moms and Dads acted. She had a motto, "when you are served a lemon, make lemonade." I just went with the flow.
In many ways Uncle Billy and I were alike. We weren't at all shy or timid. We liked sex. Some might say that we did a lot more than just like sex. We were both good judges of character, although Uncle Jake had much more experience. From my mother I learned what to avoid in a sexual partner.
Uncle Billy told me that if I liked to top, it was best to start as a bottom. Nine out of ten men would think if they fucked you, then they should bottom just the equal things out some. I had been lucky enough to encounter tops who liked to keep things equal. Billy told me he thought I was more of a natural bottom than he. He had worked to open his ass for recreation, but it hadn't been easy.
Uncle Billy was a popular man. He was friendly and accommodating. His house was out of the way on a back street with little traffic. It was a safe place. You were free to be what you wanted to be here. Billy liked conventional gay sex. He had no interests in whips or chains. He didn't think that hurting other men was a turn on. He hated deception and trickery. He was not a "give me a blow job, and I will help you with your career," man. Sex, and some fun, were enough for him. It seemed to me that the sex and fun were mixed with friendship and kindness.
Uncle Billy's pals were five of six steps up life's ladder than Mom's Uncles. They had all finished high school or college. They had jobs or a profession. All had made lives for themselves. The were gay, but sex was a part of their lives, not their sole reason for living.
I also discovered no one had a house boy, a pool boy, or rent-boy. They wanted sex with men who enjoyed it, not self-employed bottoms.
Uncle Billy told me I was a find for them and for him. They enjoyed sex with me, but I clearly enjoyed sex with them.
Butch came by and talked with Uncle Billy. A little later, they both came to see me. Butch had some old navy buddies coming to see him. Butch said he was not supposed to know it, but one of the guys, Mason, had been diagnosed with a terminal cancer. This was the last time he had to see old friends. He was with another friend Klaus. Butch thought meeting me would be a treat for Mason.
"I assume he likes young guys?" I asked.
"Damn, I've insulted you," Butch said. "I'm sorry."
"That's not a problem," I said. "I just wanted to know the lay of the land. What is Mason like?"
"Well, he's a nice guy. The sort of guy who would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it," Butch said. "He was a horny bastard. That's an odd combination that doesn't suit everyone. Klaus likes Santa types. I was hoping Billy could help with him."
"You didn't mention that part!" Uncle Billy said, pretending to be insulted.
Butch smiled. "I was thinking that nature would work that out between you and him," he said.
Uncle Billy looked annoyed, and then laughed. Billy was not prone to pass up a chance for a sexual interlude.
A week later we were having dinner with Butch, Mason, Klaus, and Tony. Tony cooked dinner and it was good. Mason was a good-looking man. His clothes look too big for him, and I assumed he had lost weight. Klaus looked like a 1939 recruiting poster for the German Army until he opened his mouth. He had a Bronx accent and a lisp. Klaus had a collection of gay jokes that were incredibly funny and monumentally obscene.
Tony produced a birthday cake. It featured a ring of flesh-colored cocks around a chocolate cake splattered with icing sperm. It was striking, but I guessed it would be a long time before it was featured on the Food Channel. It tasted great and made an easy connection to sex.
Mason was clearly interested in me. He seemed shy and uneasy. Most of the conversations was the good old days in the Navy, and the men had lot of stories. The conversation morphed into sex stories. Tony and Klaus were obviously feeling each other out under the table.
Out of the middle of nowhere, Mason said, "I don't know if I can get it up anymore."
"I can give it a try." I replied.
"I'm not sure," he said.
"Hell, the worst that can happen is your cock will spend some time in a warm place," I said. A few minutes later we were naked in the bedroom and my lips had begun working on his cock. We were soon in the sixty-nine position and Mason clearly hadn't forgotten how to suck. A little later his cock remembered how to get hard.
"Do you like the cream? I can warn you if I get close," I asked.
"I like to trade," Mason said. He paused, "I use to like shooting it in the ass,"
"This is your lucky day. I love taking it in the ass," I told him. We rearranged ourselves and I sat on his tool. His cock was on the high side of average, and it was a good fit.
Tony, Klaus, and Uncle Billy joined us. I think Klaus was fucking Uncle Billy while he was sucking Tony's cock.
Mason was rock hard, and I could sense he was getting close. It seemed that he shot off in me for minutes, but that was just the way it seemed. He pulled out. A second of two later, Klaus slid his cock into my ass. His cock was a few steps above average, and he pushed Mason's cum deeper into me before adding his own sperm to the brew in my ass. A little later our guests went to their hotel. It had been a long day for Mason.
The next morning Uncle Billy came to my room. "I had a call from Klaus. He said Mason had a wonderful time. He thought you were a wonder, and he hadn't realized he could still feel so much," Billy said. "Was it okay for you?"
"It was good. I still get excited every time I take a new cock," I said. "Mason was good."
"Do you get tired of the same old cocks?" he asked. "Are you getting tired of mine?"
"You know that I like lust and passion," I said. "I like making a guy lose it and drain his balls. Your cock is different. I don't know if sperm can feel affection, but I think your cum does."
I was doing double shifts at the burger joint that day. When I got home that night Uncle Billy and I had a total exchange of sperm. He was definatly shooting love sperm.
Two weeks later Uncle Billy had another poker night. Billy told me the guys had loved having me at the last poker night. "Tony and Butch asked if they could bring a friend. They said the guys would like you. I was thinking the question was would you like them," Billy said.
"I don't want you to think I'm so horny that I'm easy," I said. "That may be true, but I don't want them to think that."
Uncle Billy burst out laughing. "Don't worry. The guys will be so excited to play with a hot young guy, they won't be worried," he said, adding, "They will think they won the lottery!"
Tony came with his cousin Ernesto; Butch came with a guy from the auto parts store, Duddy. Mark had a florist friend, Burt. This made for a much bigger party, but Tony provided the food so there was no problem. I had noticed before at the last poker night, they had cleaned up before they left.
The men were easy going and got along well. Of course, they all shared common sexual interests. I may have been the grand prize of the evening. Some didn't know the new men, but they were more than willing to make sure they felt welcome.
After the first hand, Uncle Billy got up. "I assume all of you know that we switch to strip poker after the first hand. This is a bigger group than usual. I was wondering if you would mind if we just got naked without the card playing?"
The men burst into laughter and agreed with Uncle Billy.
"Is our new friend Eddie agreeable?" Duddy asked. I smiled and nodded. A minute later we were all naked and at half-staff.
"For your information boys, I'm easy. Tested and willing to do just about anything that can be done with an open mouth, tight ass and a willing cock!" Burt said.
"He really shy, too," Mark said. The men laughed.
"Incidentally, I revert to my virgin days every time I meet a new guy," Duddy said.
"How long did you stay a virgin?" Mark asked.
"It lasted quite a while. Some guys figured out that when I was begging them to fill my ass with their love juice. They figured out I wasn't as fresh as I might be," Duddy said. "I lived in an all-Baptist small town. I had been a star high school football player, so I couldn't be gay. Everyone fucked their wives on Saturday night. That left six days for me!"
I thought I would be mobbed, but there were eight naked men, with erect cocks, open mouths, and willing asses. There were multiple options, all of which were attractive. Ernesto came over to me. He was a thin, in shape, hairy man with a long thin cock. He had immigrated from Italy and Mark got him a job as a chef. He spoke English well, but with a strong accent.
He dropped to his knees, looked up at me and asked, "Okay?"
I smiled as my cock vanished down his throat. I wasn't the first man he had ever sucked. Ernesto was both skilled and appreciative. After a few minutes, Mark tapped him on the shoulder and Duddy took his place. Duddy fed me his cock as he leaned over me to suck my cock. Duddy was a big boy, but his cock bent down rather than up, and it fit my mouth and throat. He was a delicate cock sucker too.
My ass was empty, but Butch eased his cock into me. This was three-dimensional sex, with a cock in an mouth, a cock in my ass, and my cock in a mouth. It was good, but not as good as it was for Butch. He shot off in my ass.
Butch and Duddy moved off, but Mark and Burt filled my just vacated ass. Burt was an ultra-macho, butch man. When he talked, he made Divine seem like Charles Bronson. Burt was a vigorous fucker, and he didn't care who knew. He calmed down and had an anal awakening. He didn't fuck often, and the men he fucked were logs. They grit their teeth and took it without pleasure.
Uncle Billy told me my ass was a love cavern. I was an active participant and enthusiastic bottom. This was a new experience for Burt, and he loved it. When he shot off it was good for me, but spectacular for him.
In some ways the poker party was strange. The men were all naked, pleasant, and willing. Everyone was relaxed and it seemed normal. Normally being nude with a bunch of guys can be stressful. We were together for the same reason and there was no fear that you would be excluded. Sucking a cock or taking a cock in the ass was normal.
I had thought that the tense excitement that proceeds sexual encounters was part of the sexual experience. It was clear that being relaxed and comfortable makes the sex better. There was no stress. There was no fear that someone would reject you.
While the relationships were purely sexual, that didn't mean the relationship wouldn't grow and become romantic. What would happen would happen. Friendly sex didn't make it harder or less likely. There was one benefit for all of us. The highest stress encountered in a relationship can be worrying about sex. That was the great fear of Victorian men and women. What if they became married for life, and sexual intercourse was bad or unpleasant. Everyone at poker night knew the answer to that question.
I am young and wasn't worried about finding a life partner. I realized that any one of the men at the party would be suitable if our relationship developed that way.
We had a rest period after the first round of orgasms. No one said it was late and time to go. We reconnected sexually and had a second group of intense sexual connections. I was surprised how different it was. Bert was an intelligent, affable man when he relaxed and wasn't trying to impress you. He asked if he could fuck me again. I said yes. Duddy came up to us and asked if he could be next.
Bert said he could wait and let Duddy take is place. Duddy was a good-looking guy and I guessed Bert wouldn't mind using Duddy's sperm as lube. This may sound odd, but I was thinking I had a deep connection with sexually driven men. I seemed to understand them.
Duddy was a treat. He later told me he hadn't encountered many generous bottoms. He thought his cock was usually an unwelcome visitor to most guy's behinds. He was a big boy and his cock seemed bigger in me than it had looked. He was careful until the pressure to shoot over came his. It was good.
When Duddy pulled, out Bert was in a second later. I was sure my guess about Bert using Duddy's sperm as lube was right. It seemed that Bert wasn't just fucking me, he was churning sperm-butter in my ass. Bert ejaculated in strong spurts that tickled my ass. I began to shoot, and Duddy was close enough to take my load. I hadn't expected that. I also hadn't expected that Duddy and Bert would kiss and share my home brew.
I was slightly worried that I was becoming a bottom slut. The men though I was a generous, friendly guy. I wasn't up-tight, and I definatly was not an "I guess you can fuck me if you want," person. The men were all older and past their prime as bar flies. Since they all had real jobs. The bar fly option was off the table.
It was late and the guests went home. It had been a good night. The next morning, I talked with Uncle Billy. He told me I had made more friends and earned points.
"What in hell are points?" I asked.
"Points may be the wrong word," Billy said. "They are older guys. You are young and handsome. Every time you opened your ass for their cock, you built up time in their asses. When you took their load, you added more time. They owe you."
"I kind of liked it," I replied.
Uncle Billy laughed. "You may not have noticed, but men are hard wired to go crazy when their cock is in a tight, juicy hole. Men's asses can be really tight. You also shot off and men love that. It means you appreciates their efforts. That why Duddy and Bert kissed. They were sharing your thank you note!" he explained.
I laughed, "I hadn't thought if it that way." I had the lunch shift at the burger joint, so I went off to work. as was more often than not, several of the dinner crew showed up late, so I essentially worked a double shift.
The manager noticed I could do the extra work without getting surly, and I got double time for the extra hours. I got home at 8:30. Uncle Billy was watching the television. I went to shower. I smelled of burger joint. I got on the bed to rest a little. When I woke up it was seven the next morning. I was also rock hard.
Uncle Billy was awake and looked in. He saw my erection and asked if I would like some help with it. I said yes.
Much to my surprise, he got on the bed, straddled me, and sat on my cock. He was lubricated and it was a perfect fit. Uncle Billy moaned as my cock slid into his ass. ten minutes later I shot of and that triggered Billy's orgasm. It was a good morning.