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    • My Street

      Let's see if anyone still reads this forum. I wrote a new story, 100% true, and I wanted to share it with the world. Let me know if you can think of another place where I could share my stories with wider audience.


      I will never forget that hot summer night 3 years ago. I had a couple of beers with my friend in the city and I headed home through the darkness. After drinking, I always appreciate a long walk in the chilly air to clear my head a bit. As a bonus, one of the paths leads through a dark and deserted street used by the truck drivers for overnight stays. Although I never had any luck running into a horny trucker, just walking through this street would make me so horny that I would always have to jerk off after arriving home.

      This night’s walk was no different from any other walks. Sadly, even though I saw two trucks parked on the road, their drivers were most likely sleeping already. It was nearly 10 PM after all and they surely work from early morning. So I continued the walk and soon I entered my street.

      I was almost in from of my house when a guy passed me by on the street. In spite of being slightly drunk, I noticed that our visions crossed. Yet I continued walking. Then it occurred to me that it was slightly weird, the guy was looking at me as if he had known me.

      He didn’t look familiar to me though. After a few more steps, I looked around to see if he was looking around as well. And he was. I was surprised and honestly, creeped out a bit. But at the same time, I was drunk and horny. I kept walking towards my home and he kept walking to the adjacent building. After a while I turned back and saw that he entered the building next to mine, but he was waiting behind the glass entry door to see what I would do.

      I decided to make a move. I headed to his house. As I was approaching the entry door, he opened it and said hi. I said hi as well. It was a bit awkward; I think he felt the same way as I did. I asked: “Can I come up?”
      “I’m not alone, sorry,” he replied.
      “I live just over here. Wanna see my place?”
      “Sure. I’m Harry, by the way.”
      “Danny, nice to meet you,” I said, and we both started walking to my house. I had no idea what was going on and what his intentions were. But I knew that I was horny, and he looked pretty attractive to me.

      I was 29 at the time and Harry looked 15 years older than me. He was a bit taller with a big belly, in contrast with my lean figure. His hair was brown, like mine, and slightly shorter than mine.

      We just walked silently and then I let him inside my house. In the elevator we still said nothing. When we entered my apartment and took off the shoes, I noticed that he had a sports bag. “I was just playing hockey with my friends”, he explained.
      “And I was having drinks with a friend, haha” I replied. We sat together in the apartment and started a shallow conversation about the street where we live and how long we lived there. At this point I still wasn’t sure what was happening. But the alcohol in my blood made me not care about this strange uncertainty.
      “So why were you looking at me?” I finally managed to grasp some courage to ask.
      “I thought that you were looking at me!” Harry said.
      “Well, maybe I was. I thought you looked familiar.”
      “I guess we’ve seen each other on the street before.”
      “But that’s not why you followed me to my apartment”, I said to finally advance the conversation.
      “Well, no, it isn’t.” Harry was not very helpful in unwinding this situation. But that was enough for me to remove any doubts about the sexual tension. I was no longer just horny, I started getting hard. I pointed to my crotch and said: “This is why you followed me, isn’t it?”

      Harry replied by taking my hand and pressing it against his hard cock. From this point, no words were needed. I realized I had a hot, older horny man in my apartment, ready to be sucked by me. Pretty much what I was looking for, only he was not a trucker.

      I liberated his cock from his shorts and stroked it with my hand. It was pretty much the same length as mine, but mine was a bit thicker. Just the size that I love. I leaned to his crotch and took his dick in my mouth to gently suck it. Harry was gentle as well, but he did signal his eagerness by pressing his hand to the back of my head.

      After a couple of minutes, I needed a break. I sat upright and took my own cock out of my boxers and shorts. I played with it for a while and Harry played with his.
      “Danny, shall we go to the bed?”
      “Sure, let’s do that.”

      On the way to the bed, we both fully undressed and I finally saw his hairy chest. Just how I love it.
      Harry lay on his back in the bed and signaled with his hand that I should continue with my blowjob. And I happily complied. I didn’t mind at all that he didn’t reciprocate. After a few more minutes, I needed a break again. The combination of alcohol and horniness was starting to become dangerous and at this point, I was willing to do anything, but I was too shy to ask. Thankfully, Harry read my mind and asked: “Are you top or bottom?”
      “Well, I don’t really do anal…” I replied truthfully. “But if I have to choose, the truth is that I always liked bottoming more.”
      “Where do you keep the gel and the condoms?”
      “Right here under the bed.” I took out the paper box with my sex equipment from under the bed and I handed it over to Harry. The box had both lube and condoms and he opened one pack with a condom and placed it on his cock. I still wasn’t sure if I was ready but I didn’t want to waste this opportunity, especially as Harry’s cock had just the perfect size, not too thick nor long.

      Harry instructed me to lay on my back. He stood up and positioned himself behind my butt, placing my legs on his shoulders. Then I felt his manly fingers lubricating my anus with the lube I gave him.

      And then I felt pressure. Harry placed his cock against my anus and tried to enter. But it seemed like he had some troubles. I used my hand to guide his cock, but even that didn’t work.

      “What is it? Are you not hard?” I asked him. I was incredibly horny and I couldn’t wait to get fucked.
      “Yeah, sorry, it’s getting soft. I guess it’s not used to condoms”, Harry apologized.
      “Care to try again?”

      But trying again didn’t help. So I told Harry to take off the condom and asked him to at least jerk of together until we cum. He lay next to me on the bed and we were both jerking off, him with a cock smelling of the condom and me with a lubed up ass.

      Harry managed to get it hard again but I didn’t want to suck him anymore because of the condom taste on his cock. We jerked off for a while but I couldn’t cum. I had to confess to him that I found it very difficult to cum when I’m in a company of another man.
      “What would help you?” Harry asked.
      “Well, maybe you could get into the position you were in when you wanted to fuck me.”
      And Harry complied. He put my legs on his shoulders and looked at me from above, watching me stroking it. He even poked my butthole with his cock a bit.

      I didn’t protest at all. And I even used my hand to guide his cock to the correct spot. But it seems he took that as an encouragement and poked a bit inside.
      “Just the tip”, I begged.
      “Oh sure, just the tip”, he confirmed and pressed deeper. I didn’t want to end up here but I was just so horny I could not resist. He managed to slide in easily, as I was relaxed from all the horniness. I don’t even know how I ended up here but there I was – a hot big guy was fucking my ass bareback on my bed.

      When he was balls deep, I reached for the shaft of his cock with my hand. I could not believe that this awesome penis was deep in my ass. Then he slowly pulled out a bit and then back in he went. Harry had a twisted grimace on his face, caused by the immense horniness and pleasure. I was ecstatic and I refrained from even touching my hard cock because I knew I would cum after a few strokes. And I didn’t want this to end so quickly.

      Harry stood above me, almost menacing with his big body and berserk look in his eyes. He continued slowly fucking me for two-three minutes when he suddenly stopped and loudly moaned. Awesome, so we’ve just gone from an attempt at safe sex to a stranger shooting his load deep into my rectum. He remained in for a few more seconds and I asked him if I could cum as well.

      “No, wait, I’ll pull it out and then you can cum.” And he did as he said and left for the bathroom to clean himself. I finished myself off, shooting my load into a paper towel, as I would if I were alone.

      He returned to the bed to pick up his clothes and said it was nice, but he had to go home. I thanked him for the evening and he left with a goodbye.

      On the next day I had mixed feelings about the encounter. Of course I jerked off many times thinking about it, but I also feel concerned about the risks of bareback sex with a stranger. Moreover, it felt weird that Harry had a boyfriend and he fucked around with his neighbors. I ran into him on the street a couple of times again, but I was not interested in repeating our encounter. Until a few years later, but that would make for a new story.

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    • My Street

      Let's see if anyone still reads this forum. I wrote a new story, 100% true, and I wanted to share it with the world. Let me know if you can think of another place where I could share my stories with wider audience.


      I will never forget that hot summer night 3 years ago. I had a couple of beers with my friend in the city and I headed home through the darkness. After drinking, I always appreciate a long walk in the chilly air to clear my head a bit. As a bonus, one of the paths leads through a dark and deserted street used by the truck drivers for overnight stays. Although I never had any luck running into a horny trucker, just walking through this street would make me so horny that I would always have to jerk off after arriving home.

      This night’s walk was no different from any other walks. Sadly, even though I saw two trucks parked on the road, their drivers were most likely sleeping already. It was nearly 10 PM after all and they surely work from early morning. So I continued the walk and soon I entered my street.

      I was almost in from of my house when a guy passed me by on the street. In spite of being slightly drunk, I noticed that our visions crossed. Yet I continued walking. Then it occurred to me that it was slightly weird, the guy was looking at me as if he had known me.

      He didn’t look familiar to me though. After a few more steps, I looked around to see if he was looking around as well. And he was. I was surprised and honestly, creeped out a bit. But at the same time, I was drunk and horny. I kept walking towards my home and he kept walking to the adjacent building. After a while I turned back and saw that he entered the building next to mine, but he was waiting behind the glass entry door to see what I would do.

      I decided to make a move. I headed to his house. As I was approaching the entry door, he opened it and said hi. I said hi as well. It was a bit awkward; I think he felt the same way as I did. I asked: “Can I come up?”
      “I’m not alone, sorry,” he replied.
      “I live just over here. Wanna see my place?”
      “Sure. I’m Harry, by the way.”
      “Danny, nice to meet you,” I said, and we both started walking to my house. I had no idea what was going on and what his intentions were. But I knew that I was horny, and he looked pretty attractive to me.

      I was 29 at the time and Harry looked 15 years older than me. He was a bit taller with a big belly, in contrast with my lean figure. His hair was brown, like mine, and slightly shorter than mine.

      We just walked silently and then I let him inside my house. In the elevator we still said nothing. When we entered my apartment and took off the shoes, I noticed that he had a sports bag. “I was just playing hockey with my friends”, he explained.
      “And I was having drinks with a friend, haha” I replied. We sat together in the apartment and started a shallow conversation about the street where we live and how long we lived there. At this point I still wasn’t sure what was happening. But the alcohol in my blood made me not care about this strange uncertainty.
      “So why were you looking at me?” I finally managed to grasp some courage to ask.
      “I thought that you were looking at me!” Harry said.
      “Well, maybe I was. I thought you looked familiar.”
      “I guess we’ve seen each other on the street before.”
      “But that’s not why you followed me to my apartment”, I said to finally advance the conversation.
      “Well, no, it isn’t.” Harry was not very helpful in unwinding this situation. But that was enough for me to remove any doubts about the sexual tension. I was no longer just horny, I started getting hard. I pointed to my crotch and said: “This is why you followed me, isn’t it?”

      Harry replied by taking my hand and pressing it against his hard cock. From this point, no words were needed. I realized I had a hot, older horny man in my apartment, ready to be sucked by me. Pretty much what I was looking for, only he was not a trucker.

      I liberated his cock from his shorts and stroked it with my hand. It was pretty much the same length as mine, but mine was a bit thicker. Just the size that I love. I leaned to his crotch and took his dick in my mouth to gently suck it. Harry was gentle as well, but he did signal his eagerness by pressing his hand to the back of my head.

      After a couple of minutes, I needed a break. I sat upright and took my own cock out of my boxers and shorts. I played with it for a while and Harry played with his.
      “Danny, shall we go to the bed?”
      “Sure, let’s do that.”

      On the way to the bed, we both fully undressed and I finally saw his hairy chest. Just how I love it.
      Harry lay on his back in the bed and signaled with his hand that I should continue with my blowjob. And I happily complied. I didn’t mind at all that he didn’t reciprocate. After a few more minutes, I needed a break again. The combination of alcohol and horniness was starting to become dangerous and at this point, I was willing to do anything, but I was too shy to ask. Thankfully, Harry read my mind and asked: “Are you top or bottom?”
      “Well, I don’t really do anal…” I replied truthfully. “But if I have to choose, the truth is that I always liked bottoming more.”
      “Where do you keep the gel and the condoms?”
      “Right here under the bed.” I took out the paper box with my sex equipment from under the bed and I handed it over to Harry. The box had both lube and condoms and he opened one pack with a condom and placed it on his cock. I still wasn’t sure if I was ready but I didn’t want to waste this opportunity, especially as Harry’s cock had just the perfect size, not too thick nor long.

      Harry instructed me to lay on my back. He stood up and positioned himself behind my butt, placing my legs on his shoulders. Then I felt his manly fingers lubricating my anus with the lube I gave him.

      And then I felt pressure. Harry placed his cock against my anus and tried to enter. But it seemed like he had some troubles. I used my hand to guide his cock, but even that didn’t work.

      “What is it? Are you not hard?” I asked him. I was incredibly horny and I couldn’t wait to get fucked.
      “Yeah, sorry, it’s getting soft. I guess it’s not used to condoms”, Harry apologized.
      “Care to try again?”

      But trying again didn’t help. So I told Harry to take off the condom and asked him to at least jerk of together until we cum. He lay next to me on the bed and we were both jerking off, him with a cock smelling of the condom and me with a lubed up ass.

      Harry managed to get it hard again but I didn’t want to suck him anymore because of the condom taste on his cock. We jerked off for a while but I couldn’t cum. I had to confess to him that I found it very difficult to cum when I’m in a company of another man.
      “What would help you?” Harry asked.
      “Well, maybe you could get into the position you were in when you wanted to fuck me.”
      And Harry complied. He put my legs on his shoulders and looked at me from above, watching me stroking it. He even poked my butthole with his cock a bit.

      I didn’t protest at all. And I even used my hand to guide his cock to the correct spot. But it seems he took that as an encouragement and poked a bit inside.
      “Just the tip”, I begged.
      “Oh sure, just the tip”, he confirmed and pressed deeper. I didn’t want to end up here but I was just so horny I could not resist. He managed to slide in easily, as I was relaxed from all the horniness. I don’t even know how I ended up here but there I was – a hot big guy was fucking my ass bareback on my bed.

      When he was balls deep, I reached for the shaft of his cock with my hand. I could not believe that this awesome penis was deep in my ass. Then he slowly pulled out a bit and then back in he went. Harry had a twisted grimace on his face, caused by the immense horniness and pleasure. I was ecstatic and I refrained from even touching my hard cock because I knew I would cum after a few strokes. And I didn’t want this to end so quickly.

      Harry stood above me, almost menacing with his big body and berserk look in his eyes. He continued slowly fucking me for two-three minutes when he suddenly stopped and loudly moaned. Awesome, so we’ve just gone from an attempt at safe sex to a stranger shooting his load deep into my rectum. He remained in for a few more seconds and I asked him if I could cum as well.

      “No, wait, I’ll pull it out and then you can cum.” And he did as he said and left for the bathroom to clean himself. I finished myself off, shooting my load into a paper towel, as I would if I were alone.

      He returned to the bed to pick up his clothes and said it was nice, but he had to go home. I thanked him for the evening and he left with a goodbye.

      On the next day I had mixed feelings about the encounter. Of course I jerked off many times thinking about it, but I also feel concerned about the risks of bareback sex with a stranger. Moreover, it felt weird that Harry had a boyfriend and he fucked around with his neighbors. I ran into him on the street a couple of times again, but I was not interested in repeating our encounter. Until a few years later, but that would make for a new story.

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      jerry157
    • Shy cruising tale (non-fiction)

      Hey guys! I have been thinking for quite some time about writing down this little but exciting story of mine, so that I would never forget what happened to me last year. And now that I did it, it would be very selfish of me not to share it.

      Unlike my previous two stories, which were purely fictional, this one is 100 percent true.


      Last year I found myself spending some days on a certain Spanish island. I was traveling alone, so I was able to do whatever I wanted, without fearing of anyone judging me.

      Near the village where I stayed, there was this path along banana plantations with a beautiful view of the ocean off the cliffs. I found out from the Internet that the banana plantation was a cruising area for gay people, but I did not have courage to go there to find out whether the rumors were true. Although being 25 I probably should not have been such a coward. What I did have courage for though, was going to this rocky nudist natural “pond” at the ocean, where I could, with some difficulties, get by climbing down a path towards the ocean.

      So, I went there one afternoon, with nothing but my phone, towel, cigarettes, lighter and a bottle of water. Once I got to the pond, noticing several signs warning the visitors that they were entering a “Clothing strictly prohibited area”, I saw that there was a group of young people occupying one spot, wearing swim trunks like the morons they were.

      I climbed over the rocks to look for a more private spot. See, the rocks were arranged in such a way, that a person could sit on the ground naked, without anyone really being able to see them, unless they walked really close. As I was walking to a secluded zone, I saw a naked guy, at the age of ~30, sitting on a towel and smoking. I decided to set up my towel just a few meters from him, so that I could easily stand up and just walk around, trying to not let him catch me admiring his penis.

      I sat down, read some stuff on my phone, and then felt like lighting myself a cigarette. I figured that this would be a great opportunity to initiate some interaction with the guy. So I stood up, walked to him, greeted him and asked him whether he had a lighter.

      “I’m really sorry for bothering you, but I forgot the lighter at home. I’ve got cigarettes and all, really don’t know how I could forget the lighter.”

      He said: “Sure, no problem. Here, take it, and in case you need it again, I’ll be right here.”

      So I lit my cigarette, returned him the lighter, thanked him and walked back to my spot. I tried hard to look into his eyes during our short conversation, preventing my eyes from sliding down to his cock.

      I sat there for a while, smoking and then reading some stuff on my phone. I noticed that he also stood up to take a walk through the rocks, and I was hoping he would be checking out my body, but I didn’t catch him doing that.

      After a while I needed to smoke another cigarette, so I walked to the guy again, he was like “Sure, here you are.” But this time, after thanking him, I attempted to strike a conversation. Just a silly small talk, like whether he had been there for the first time, why he liked the place, etc.

      He seemed to be interested in talking to me, so I asked him whether I could sit next to him. He said “Sure, take your stuff and come here.” I picked up my towel and stuff, and moved it to his spot, setting it just next to his. We continued talking, but I was still worried that this might just be a friendly conversation of two nude guys, him being straight, and so I avoided looking down at his body and cock. After a short while I could not help not noticing that his hand was moving to his crotch more and more often. Then he started stroking his cock very slowly.

      “Would you like to have a bit from my joint?”

      “No, sorry, I don’t smoke marijuana” I said. Then it became very clear to me that he was really masturbating. I finally gathered courage to let my dick rise up and I started stroking mine too. Then I moved my left hand to his thick cock.

      After a few minutes he asked: “Do you like to eat milk?”

      I was slightly frightened that the conversation was about to shift to my food intolerance, but instead of replying, I just wanted to make sure that I understood him right, so I asked: “What?!”

      He pointed his finger to his crotch: “Milk, do you like to eat milk?”

      Then I got it. Every day I learn something new in Spanish. I leaned towards his crotch, took his penis into my mouth and started sucking it. He used his hands to push my head down, but I resisted, because I had never done deep throat and was afraid of some inconvenient reaction of my body. Also, his cock was pretty long and thick.

      After maybe one minute he told me he was coming, so I covered the hole with my tongue, let his load fill up my mouth, and I swallowed it entirely. I cannot explain how much I love the taste of semen!

      Then I sat next to him again, and began to stroke my cock again. He suddenly got up and started to get dressed.

      “Are you in a hurry?”

      “Yeah, sorry. See you around, perhaps? Bye!”

      I was pretty disappointed that he left me there horny and alone. He almost seemed like he got some paranoia from the weed he had smoked. I felt so bad that I quickly lost my boner and also the will to stay at the pond. I got dressed and headed to climb back up.

      I set out to walk the path by the banana plantation to the village. While passing the plantation, I saw someone walking my path in the opposite direction, probably towards the pond. When he got closer, I saw that he was not very attractive. Slightly fat guy with glasses, probably in early forties, some dark facial hair. I took a quick glance at him when we passed each other by, and he did the same. I wondered whether he thought I was coming from the plantation.

      After maybe 10 meters I looked around out of curiosity. He was walking towards the beach but he was looking around at me as well. 10 more meters and I looked around again, only to see him that he strayed from the path and headed to the plantation.

      My heart was throbbing. I turned around and headed after him. I could see where he was going from the distance, so I followed him. He entered a more distant plantation. I entered it too, walked towards the center and found the guy with his cock out, jerking off.

      “I need to pee,” I said, took out my dick and peed nearby. He came closer to watch me. I immediately started getting hard again. I am not into water sports at all, but it just turns me on so much to have someone to watch me peeing, or to watch someone else doing the same.

      After I was done with urinating, I started with masturbation too. We were facing each other, at first masturbating separately, and then masturbating each other.

      Then I kneeled down to suck his cock. It was shorter and thinner than the previous guy’s and I could almost fit it entirely into my mouth. I sucked him for a few minutes, then I stood up to stroke my cock again.

      “What else do you like to do?” he asked.

      “A lot of things. Pity I didn’t bring condoms and lube with me.”

      “Me neither. It’s truly a shame.”

      I kneeled down again to keep sucking him, this time making sure to use as much saliva as I could.

      “A real pity. What are we going to do?” he asked me.

      “I don’t know” I said after I took his cock out and stood up to stroke mine.

      “What are we going to do?” he asked again. He held me with his hands and turned me around so that he would face my back. He got closer and poked the outside of my ass with his dick. That’s one of the hottest things in the world for me – that feeling of having a dick so close to my asshole, without the fear of the pain from actual anal sex. I knew he would not do anything without a lube or a condom.

      But then he poked my anus with the head of his dick. I didn’t expect it, but I figured that there was no risk if he was just at the entry. And it felt so great!

      He suddenly pushed deeper. There was no way of going back. In a matter of seconds, he slid his entire penis into my ass. I sighed. He gave me a few seconds before he pulled it out a bit, and slid it inside again. He started fucking me slowly, but he quickly gained speed. It didn’t take more than two minutes until I felt the familiar sensation of an adult man’s penis shooting his semen into me.

      I was stroking my cock the whole time, so I managed to come immediately after him. He carefully pulled out and only then I realized that I felt a mild burning sensation in my anus.

      We got dressed, said goodbye and I left the plantation. He stayed behind, so that nobody could see us leaving it together.

      I have not returned to the place yet, and have not seen the man again. And even though I am still astonished at the risk I was willing to make to satisfy my lust, this remains my most exciting sex memory. I got tested afterwards and I am still negative.


      If you want to read about some other sexual experiences of mine, give me thumbs up! Although this is probably the only one which does not need any embellishments with fiction, as it is perfect the way it actually happened.

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      jerry157
    • RE: First time with my uncle

      Thank you guys for the feedback! You have motivated me to write a new story! I have just posted it under a title "My foster son". If you are interested, you can read it and if you like it, leave me your feedback in the comments 😉

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      jerry157
    • My foster son

      Hey guys! This is my second sexual fantasy that I wrote down for you to enjoy. Once again, it is rather long, but I wanted you to get inside the head of our protagonist.

      If anyone finds a grammar mistake, or some weird-sounding word that could be replaced with a more appropriate synonym (sorry, but my English is far from perfect), let me please know in the comments. I appreciate any kind of feedback. My previous story is currently the second most viewed thread in this topic, and this attention encouraged me to write down a new story, although it took me a while.

      By the way, if you want to talk about me, my fantasies, my writing, or anything else, don't be shy and send me a message. I find it exciting to know that people are masturbating to my fantasies. Enjoy!

      –-

      When I was 28, my life has pretty much got to a point, where I could claim to be content with my overall situation. I had a steady job with better-than-average wage, my apartment was big enough for a family of 4 (family I did not have, thank God), and my sexual life, although consisting of occasional one-night-stands, was, in combination with infrequent masturbation, satisfying my needs. The only thing that bothered me was my inability to find a partner for a long-term relationship, with whom I could spend the rest of my life.

      And at this point I decided not to wait anymore for the one true love that will never come, and start repaying my debt to the society. You see, I have always been planning to have a child that I could take care of. Mind me, not my own child, of course – orphanages are full of children, and orphanages are generally the worst place possible to spend your childhood. My reasons were purely altruistic – I was lucky enough to be born to a more-or-less functional family, and I wanted to help someone who did not have such luck. I wanted to raise a child young enough for me to be able to form its personality, but old enough to be able to take care of itself. In other words, I am an independent gay man who certainly does not want to change someone’s diapers, but on the other hand, I do not want to risk adopting someone who might already have traits that could lead to a criminal or even violent behavior.

      So I started my search. I visited a local orphanage, agreed on a meeting, looked at the possibilities and their “profiles”, and I started deciding whom I will take home. The idea of choosing a child the way we choose a new smartphone every year horrified me, and I felt like a slaver from 19th century. But then I dismissed this comparison by realizing that my actions will probably lead to saving a young man’s future (of course I wanted a boy, I cannot imagine having to explain all that “period thing” to a littler girl), which would otherwise probably end in a cycle of drug abuse and prison. Sorry for me being so frank, but such is the faith of many who grow up in orphanages.

      I chose Logan, 12-year old boy who seemed to have a talent for languages and an interest in history – we already had so much in common! If you expect a detailed physical description of Logan, then I will have to disappoint you – I am not a pervert, I did not think of him this way. Though I have to admit that his looks indicated that in several years, he might turn into a very handsome young man.

      Enough with foreshadowing! When we met, I told him not to treat me as an adoptive “father”, but more like an older brother. I told him to call me Josh, but at first he had trouble getting used to informal way of speaking with me. He was very shy in the beginning, especially when he saw my apartment for the first time. Afraid of touching or breaking anything, just like me when I was younger.

      But it did not take long for him to get used to his new home. After spending his whole life sharing a room with who-knows-how-many boys, he finally had his own room! Of course I respected his room as his sovereign territory, where he could enjoy all the privacy he needed. I never entered without his permission. In general, I tried to imitate my parents’ style of raising children, which could be compared to a right-wing government – no regulations, but no social welfare. In other words, although I had money to spare, Logan did not get that Xbox he wanted, nor did he wear the most expensive clothes. I wanted him to have a regular life, to learn the value of hard work and money.

      My decisions turned out to work well. Our brotherly relationship meant there was trust between us, and when he had a problem, he always told me about it. Well, maybe not always, but he certainly told me about some problems he faced at school. He also knew a lot about me, but I did not tell him that I was gay. I just pretended that I cannot find the right woman to spend my life with.

      Although he was not an excellent student, his marks were rather good, and probably better than mine in his age. I can say that I made a good decision when I adopted him, and I also chose the right way of parenthood.

      But when he was 16, things suddenly changed. One day he went out on a Friday night, like he always does (I do not mind as long as he does not ask me for money - he only spends the money he earns at his part-time job), but by the time I went to bed (oh, the irony of life – I am 32 and I am sitting at home on a Friday night, watching films and playing video games), he was still outside. I tried not to suspect him of some illegal underage drinking.

      When I woke up in the morning, I assumed that Logan was sleeping in his room. He woke up just before noon, and straight from bed, he went to throw up in the bathroom. I was angry and disappointed. Well, I cannot say that I never had “morning sickness” from alcohol, but I started drinking when I was 18, not 16! Of course, I hid my anger throughout the day. His frequent visits to the bathroom accompanied by the sound of vomiting were enough of a punishment for breaking our unwritten rules. He spent the whole day in the apartment, and in the evening he seemed to feel better. When I met him in the kitchen, I told him to take his time when eating dinner, and to come to my room at 7 PM, because we need to have a talk.

      He was punctual, like he always is.

      “What did you do yesterday night, Logan?”

      “Well, we went out with classmates, and I had a few drinks.”

      “A few alcoholic drinks, is that right? How old are you, Logan?”

      “I am 16, you know that.”

      “And what is the legal drinking age?”

      “The legal drinking age is 18.”

      “So you know that you broke the law. You know that I have always restrained myself from giving you orders, and from prohibiting you anything. I have never even thought of giving you any kind of punishment, and I am not planning to punish you now. But I have to tell you that I’m disappointed. I think I made it possible for you to have a much better life than the one you lead in the orphanage, and your behavior has always been adequate for what you received from me. I hope that the situation from yesterday won’t happen again, and that you’ve learned your lesson. Because if it does, we will have to think of some punishment. You know that I can shut off your Internet anytime I want, I can block your phone, and I can even ground you. But I’m sure I won’t have to do that, right?”

      “Josh, thank you for everything that you’ve done for me. I’m sorry I got a bit drunk. It won’t happen again. I promise.”

      “Alright, I’m glad. Off you go then.”

      In the next days, life went back to normal. Logan went cycling on Sunday afternoon, but apart from that, he spent the rest of the day in the apartment, reading and studying. The school-days followed the good old routine, but then the Friday came, and Logan went out again. And on Saturday morning, he was vomiting again.

      And just like the previous week, I did not tell him anything. Just like the previous Saturday, he felt better in the evening, and once again, I told him to get to my room at 7 PM to talk. But this time, his reaction was different.

      “What do you want to talk about? It’s my money that I’ve used yesterday! And it’s none of your business what I’m doing with my money!”

      “Listen! You’re still living under my roof, I’m paying your cellphone bills, I’m paying bills for the electricity you’re using! Until you move out, you will have to rule according to my rules! Whatever I say, whatever I tell you to do, you will do that! Now I’ll let you finish your dinner, and we see each other in my room at exactly 7 PM! Don’t even try to be late!”

      And I left for my room. At 7 PM, I was patiently waiting for Logan to knock on my door. I was not that angry anymore, and I decided that his punishment will be a week without his cellphone Internet (he can still use the Wi-Fi at home) and to ground him on the next Friday night. Not that bad, is it?

      But he didn’t come. By 7:10, I was furious and I went to his room. I entered without knocking and I shouted:

      “What are you doing? You were supposed to be in my room ten minutes ago!”

      “Fuck your discussion, fuck your punishment! I’m old enough to do whatever I want to do!”

      “Are you, young man? Let’s see about that!”

      I was in rage and I could not control myself. I grabbed Logan by his shoulder, making sure that it hurts, and I dragged him to my room. I had always avoided physical contact with him, so he was pretty scared by my actions.

      In my room, I sat down on my bed and ordered Logan to stand in front of me. He was not as courageous as he was a while ago, but that did not prevent him from being arrogant.

      “What was that supposed to mean?” I asked him.

      “What do you mean? I’ve told you that there’s nothing to discuss.”

      “Oh yes there is, young man. And you’re only making things worse now. You will be without your cellphone Internet for a week, you’re grounded for the next two weeks!”

      “Am I? Fuck you, and fuck your Internet, and fuck your two weeks! There’s no way you’re making me do what you want! I’m too old for you to control me!”

      “Are you? I thought you were rather adult for your age, but now I see that I was wrong. You’re behaving like a little boy, and you will be punished like a little boy!”

      I do not know what got into me, but I was really angry. I wanted to punish him in a fair way, but he made me so furious, that the only thing I could think about was to humiliate him.

      “Oh that’s right, I will punish you like a little boy you are. Take off your pants!”

      “What? Have you gone crazy?”

      “Yes, I have. Take off your pants!”

      “I will not, you old pervert! I didn’t know you were queer!”

      That was it. I grabbed his body and bended him on my lap. When he found out that I was serious, he started shouting and defending himself, but there was no use – after all, I am an adult 32-year old man, and he is just a 16-year old boy. I pulled down his sweatpants (I wear jeans even at home, but Logan prefers more comfortable clothes), and his underwear. I concentrated to slap his ass as strongly as I could, and I hit it twice. He was still shouting and swearing, so I had to teach him some discipline.

      “If you shut up now, I will stop at 10. If you don’t, the number will be much higher!”

      He was suddenly quiet. I got what I wanted.

      “And you will count out loud. The next slap is number 3.”

      After the slap, he sighed and pronounced the number “three” with a quiet voice.

      “I didn’t hear you. Speak out, if you don’t want to count up to 20!”

      He pronounced the remaining numbers much more clearly and loudly. When we got to 10, I told him:

      “And now you will go to the corner, kneel on your knees, and hold in that position for 10 minutes. I will tell you when 10 minutes have passed. If you behave like a child in a kindergarten, you have to expect appropriate punishment.”

      He stood up, still with his bare ass, and started to put on the sweatpants and underwear.

      “Stop! I didn’t tell you to dress up! If I’m as queer as you said I was, I want to see you bare-assed! Go to the corner like this, with your pants and underwear down!”

      So he walked slowly and carefully, with the pants and underwear down at his feet, to the corner. He kneeled down facing a wall.

      “No! Turn around! Queer wants to see your dick facing him!”

      He acquiesced and turned around, kneeled down again and looked to the ground. I could not humiliate him more. I turned on stopwatch for 10 minutes and told him:

      “During the punishment, you will not say a word.”

      So my young Logan was there, kneeling on his knees, with his dick partially covered by his T-shirt, yet partially visible. As I mentioned you before, I am not a pervert, and I have never seen (nor wanted to see) Logan naked. I have never fantasized about him, but now that I saw him, I must say that he became quite a cute and handsome boy. Although I tried not to look at him, I could not avoid catching a few glimpses of his cock. After all, in spite of knowing him since he was 12, he is a young man and what he has down there is a penis, object of utmost importance and interest in my life.

      When 10 minutes passed, I told him to get up, get dressed and leave. When he shut the door behind himself, I found myself aroused, and I had to masturbate. It is not difficult to guess that as much as I tried not to, I had to think about the previous half an hour while jerking off.


      On the next day, Logan did not talk to me, except for the obligatory phrases like “good morning”. I do not think that he was angry, but I know that from now on, he will respect me more.

      A week has passed and I completely forgot that Logan was supposed to be grounded on Friday afternoon and night. After he got back from school on Friday afternoon, he went out for a bike ride. He did not come back until 7 PM, which was time when I was leaving the apartment to meet with one cute younger guy I knew from Tinder. Date went as I planned, we drank three beers, and then he said: “It’s time for bed.”

      “Your place?” I asked.

      “No, sorry, I’ve got roommates.”

      “If you want, we can go to my place. I have a foster son in the apartment, but he’s probably sleeping by now.”

      “No, sorry, I’m not up for anything tonight.”

      “Not even a blowjob?”

      “Sorry, I’m really tired and I have to wake up early tomorrow.”

      I did not try to convince him anymore. However, I was very horny and this guy’s attitude enraged me. What’s wrong with him? We’re both guys, we like each other, we’re both hot! What’s the problem?

      Well, what could I do? So I headed home. When I got to the apartment, still a bit tipsy and angry, I needed to blow off steam, and the only available person was Logan. He was at home, and he was not sleeping yet. I knocked on his door.

      “Yes?”

      “Hey, how was your day? Have you got the result of your mathematics exam?”

      “Well, yes I did.”

      “And?”

      “I got an E. Sorry, next time I will study harder.”

      That was exactly what my angry, horny and drunk brain needed to hear.

      “An E? So you’re getting drunk every week, and then you almost fail all your exams? You know what that means, Logan, right?”

      “I did not fail anything, and no, I do not know what that means”, he snapped.

      “You have 10 minutes to think about what you’ve done, and then we see each other in my room.”

      I shut the door and went to my room. I didn’t know what I was doing, and I knew it wasn’t right, and I also knew that Logan didn’t deserve it. But I didn’t care.

      In 10 minutes, he knocked on my door.

      “Come in!”

      He entered and stood in front of my bed, just like last Sunday before the punishment.

      “I see you haven’t learned your lesson, and this time I have to be harsher with you.”

      I stood up, facing Logan, close enough to feel his dick on my dick through my jeans and his sweatpants. When I started to take off my belt, I saw the fear on his face.

      “Please, don’t do that. I will study much harder. Josh, I will study every day, and I will do everything you tell me.”

      “I’m sorry, Logan. You had enough time to show your remorse. Take off your pants and underwear, fold them, and put them on that chair.”

      He did exactly what I told him. I sat back on the bed, with the belt in my right hand, and told him:

      “Bend on my lap, just like last Sunday. 10 hits with a belt will teach you. You will count out loud after every smash, alright?”

      He swallowed quietly, and he bended on my lap. I could feel that he was shaking from fear, but I was too horny and drunk to care.

      After the first hit, he cried from pain. I waited until he said the number, and I hit him again. Then I massaged his butt with my hand. Oh, what a lovely smooth butt he has! Two more hits, every time he screamed louder than before. I could not resist touching his balls and dick with my cold hands. I pulled his foreskin a few times before continuing with his punishment. He did not say a word of protest, probably because he was afraid of getting 10 extra smashes. After three more, I massaged his ass again, this time touching his butthole with my fingers.

      It did not take long to reach the number 10, but I was already pretty horny, and I wanted to keep playing with him. Unfortunately, he was, for a change, behaving like a good boy. No crying, no shouting, not a single word of protest. In spite of that, after the punishment was over, I did not immediately send him to the corner. I touched his dick, balls and butthole a few times, this time pushing my finger a bit into his anus.

      It only took a few seconds, and I told him: “I want to see you kneeling in the corner, just like last week. But this time you will have to stay there for 20 minutes, because 10 minutes obviously didn’t teach you to behave right.”

      He did what I told him. Once I saw Logan kneeling, and his cute teenage dick hanging down, I got even more aroused. I just had to jerk off after what happened, but I did not want to cut short his punishment. Ah, what the hell! I have seen him naked, he can see me naked too, right? So I unzipped my jeans, took out my cock, and started stroking it while looking at Logan’s young body. Oh, boy, if you could only see the look on his face! Surprised and a bit scared, but relieved that the most painful part of punishment was over. After a minute or two, I was close to climax, so I stopped. Horniness made me blind and I told him:

      “Logan, that’s enough. Come here and sit on my laps.”

      Once again, he fulfilled the order.

      “No, not like that. From the back.”

      This probably still seemed better to him than a painful punishment. My dick was touching his back, and I started stroking his dick instead. He got hard. I was very close to coming, so I avoided touching myself. After a few minutes, I took out lube that I had hidden in a drawer next to my bed, put a bit on my fingers, and started massaging his ass crack.

      “Please, don’t do this. I will be a good boy from now.”

      “Of course you will. You can start being a good boy right now.”

      I lifted his body a few centimeters up, so that I could put my dick to the entry to his ass. Then I forced him to slowly sit back on my laps. I could feel his irregular breath while my penis was entering the insides of his probably virgin body.

      “Nice and slowly, be a good boy.”

      Of course, in this position I could not push my dick into him up to my balls, but whatever, I could not enjoy more the feeling of being inside him. He did not protest or resist anymore. When he was sitting comfortably again, this time with my dick up his ass, I began to masturbate him again. After two or three minutes, I forced him to lift and to sit back again. I could see how uncomfortable that was for his ass, but I did not care. I kept on stroking his dick. How ironic that some guys who are actually looking forward to get fucked cannot keep their cocks hard with another hard cock in their ass, and my Logan, who found himself in this situation involuntarily, did not have a slightest problem with this. I continued to masturbate him, while running my other hand up his T-shirt. My cold fingers on his belly startled him, but I did not mind, I just stroked him harder to compensate for the unpleasant feeling.

      After a while, I saw that he was getting closer to orgasm. That is when I started with the actual fucking. When he came, I could feel the contractions of his asshole on my dick. I fucked him a few seconds more and I came too, into his ass.

      We sat like this for a few seconds more. Then I lifted him and pulled my cock out of his ass.

      “Take these tissues and clean yourself. Did you like it?”

      “No.”

      “Well, I don’t care. Now go to have a shower.”

      Before he took a step to collect his underwear and pants, I slapped his ass for the last time. I do not think he enjoyed it, but whatever. I honestly hope that after this evening, he will respect my authority, and our relationship will revert back to its previous brotherly form. If he does not, I might start thinking of more original ways to punish him.

      posted in Member Stories
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      jerry157
    • RE: Gay Civil Rights in Slovakia

      What do you mean by "gay civil rights"? I guess you're not planning to get married here, or to adopt children, right? If you are, then I'll have to agree with the previous posts - Slovakia is not as progressive as countries of Western Europe.

      But I can't complain about gay life here. It's different in the capital city and in the smaller towns, but if you want to move to Bratislava, then you really don't have to worry - plenty of guys on Grindr, at least three "official" gay clubs, and many more "straight" pubs with a majority of gay customers.

      Most people who grew up after the fall of communism are open-minded and friendly towards homosexuals. It's not a good idea to hold hands with another guy on the street, but it's very unfair to imagine Slovakia as some gay-hating third-world country.

      posted in Civil Unions & Marriage
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      jerry157
    • First time with my uncle

      I wanted to share this little story of mine. I know there probably aren't many people visiting this forum, but I had no idea where else can I post it. I will appreciate any kind of feedback, positive or negative one. Of course, the most appreciated feedback would be "Your story made me cum several times and I want to be your uncle", but I'm prepared for criticism too.

      Please don't forget that I've never tried to write down an erotic story before. Besides, English is not my first language (not even second or third one). I don't like stories, that are clearly invented, so I've tried to write mine as realistic as possible. That's why I've included the long and boring introduction - everything but the sex part is real, based on my actual life.

      –-

      I have spent my whole life in the capital city of my little country. A few times every year, we make this obligatory visit to my grandparents’ house in a small village in the mountains. Honestly, if I could choose, I would always prefer to spend this time at home, with my friends. I have never had friends in my grandparents’ village, so I’m forced to spend most of my time there with my grandma, who doesn't waste a second to start an argument.

      In spite of that, sometimes I get annoyed by the city, and I need to get away for a while. You know, after a few days in a village, you learn how to appreciate your ordinary small city life.

      I haven’t spent a weekend there since many years ago, because I didn't want to. But this summer, I've decided that I've had enough of my town. Summer is quite hot here, and in our poor apartment without air conditioning, it gets really unbearable. I asked parents if they could spend a few bucks to pay for my train, and then, on Thursday, I've called grandma if she’s willing to host me for a weekend.

      “But your parents are going to drive you here, right?”

      “Grandma, I’m 17 already, I can get to a stupid train station.”

      “Oh my God, Daniel, are you really going to travel here by train? You've never heard of anyone getting robbed in a train? Have you even traveled alone by train before? Can’t you just use bus at least?”

      “Don’t worry, no one is going to rob me. Of course I've used train before, with my friends. The trip takes less than three hours, and then I can take a bus from the railway station. I’ll be in front of your house in no time.”

      “A bus? A bus?! You’re not taking any bus! Your uncle is going to pick you up at a railway station!”

      “Don’t worry grandma, it’s really not the first time I’m using a bus…”

      As you can guess, it took me a while to convince her that I’m old enough to get there on my own. Most people would prefer a ride with my sexy uncle, but I've never really liked cars. Besides, it feels more adventurous if I get there alone, without anyone’s help.

      So on the next day, that is Friday, I woke up quite late. I had a breakfast, lunch, shower, and then I've started packing. I don’t need many things for a stupid weekend. Of course I didn't forget to include a pair of swimming trunks, in case I decide to go swimming, and a pack of tissues, because I knew I would masturbate a lot once I’m in a room alone.

      I left home at 2:00 PM, took a trolleybus to the railway station, bought a train ticket, and I've boarded train at 2:40 PM. Train left on time, at 2:55 PM, and I couldn't not to think about my favorite porn movie. This movie, which was probably made in my country, shows a lonely young soldier sitting in a compartment of a train. Door opens up and a hot blond guy enters the compartment. After a while, blond guy takes off his shoes, raises his foot and puts it in the soldier’s crotch. And what happens next… I can’t tell you, innocent 17-year old boys like myself shouldn't know about such stuff. Anyway, the journey went fine, though without hot blond guys or sexy soldiers.

      Train got a bit delayed, and we got to my destination at 5:45 PM. But I've still made it to my bus, which leaves at 6:00 PM from the railway station. I complain to myself about the silly village-buses, that run every two hours, and then I walk to the bus stop.

      At 6:30 PM I’m in the village, and from there it’s just a 10-minute walk to my grandma’s house. Oh, how I love it here! Mountains all around this place! I can’t wait to take a walk to the dam. But I’ll have to wait for that until tomorrow.

      My grandparents greet me, we have a dinner together, and they ask about my life. Nothing interesting. After a short conversation, my Uncle John arrives at home. He is 40-year old, but he’s still living with his parents. No wife, no children. Maybe a year ago I started to realize that I find him quite handsome. Few years ago, it was hard for me to admit to myself that I’m attracted to guys, and even when I knew I was gay, I still tried to ignore my urge for older and manly guys. And of course, I didn't want to admit that I’m attracted to my family member. But he’s just so incredibly sexy! His youngish face, short brown hair, and densely haired chest. It’s not hard to guess that he always preferred sports to studying (unlike me), and though that makes him an unwanted partner for conversation (at least for me), it certainly turned him into a nice object to look at. I never understood why is it so difficult for him to find a woman to marry. You know, we are a conservative country, and in a small village like this, it’s extremely unusual to be a bachelor after you reach the age of 25.
      We exchange some obligatory phrases (“How are you, how’s life, what’s new, blabla”) and then he says he has a tennis game scheduled, so he has to go.

      I was tired, so I just washed my teeth and said good night to my grandparents. “Tomorrow is a day too”, we say in my country when we go to sleep earlier than expected. I crawl to my room, which is upstairs, unlike my grandparents’ bedroom. The only other room upstairs is my uncle’s bedroom.

      Of course I’m not going to sleep right after I get to my room. First I play some games on my cellphone, listen to some music. After that I turn off the light, masturbate, and then go to sleep.

      On the next day I woke up early to get a breakfast and shower. I took the tissue with my yesterday’s load with me, and I threw it into the toilet. After shower I went for a walk around the huge dam, which was built next to the village in the good old days of modernization – 1950’s. I saw some people swimming. I would also feel like throwing myself into the water, but the unpleasant dead-fish smell convinced me that I’m not so desperate for a chilling.

      When I got home, grandparents have already been preparing for lunch. There is only one right time to have a lunch – exactly at noon. They won’t give me food earlier than that, and if I’m late, they’ll get angry. Thank God I got here just before noon.

      After the lunch, I've told them that I’m going to take a nap and maybe read some book. I went to the living room to check if my grandpa has something interesting in his little library. There were several that caught my eye, but I've ultimately decided to take “Illusions perdues” by Honoré de Balzac.

      I took the book to my room, sat on the bed and started reading. Book turned out to be really interesting, unlike the previous French book I had read – “Le Rouge et le Noir”. When I was going through the second chapter, I've started to feel the influence of hot summer air in my brain. I was getting some naughty thoughts, like I always do when I’m alone.

      Good thing about my room is that it’s on the second floor of the house. If someone is going upstairs, I can always hear them walking up the stairs and opening the door. That leaves me a few seconds before they get through the corridor to my room.

      I prepared a tissue and took off my T-shirt, pants and boxers. As I’m lying in my bed, I’m trying to figure out the hottest idea to make me cum today. Since videos are always much more pleasant than my own fantasies, I take my cellphone and open my favorite websites.

      After 5 minutes of enjoyable masturbation, I hear that someone is going upstairs. I quickly put cellphone on the floor and I hide my naked body under the bed sheets. Behind the blurred glass door, I see the shape of my uncle’s body walking towards his room. Oh, thank God, he’s not going to annoy me in this inappropriate moment. But before I could hear him opening his room’s door, I see his shirtless figure behind the glass again, his hand on the door-knob, my door opening.

      “Sorry, Danny, I didn't know you were sleeping.”

      “Well, I was trying to.”

      “And what makes you sleep in the afternoon? Have you stayed up late last night?”

      After this question, it becomes obvious that he won’t leave so soon. He enters my room and closes the door behind him.

      “Not really, but the hot weather makes me really sleepy.”

      He sits on the sofa and asks:

      “You shouldn't waste such a beautiful day in the bed. Come on, let’s get something to drink.”

      “Sounds like a good idea. When do you want to go?”

      “Now?”

      “Maybe in half an hour? I want to get ready, you know.”

      “Oh, come on, Danny. Don’t be lazy! How ready do you need to get? Just grab some T-shirt, pants and we can go.”

      “OK, meet you in five minutes?”

      “Why do you need five minutes? Come on, get out of the bed now. Don’t be lazy, Danny boy.”

      He got up on his feet, walked towards my bed, and before I could do anything, he grabbed my bed sheets and exposed my naked body.

      “Have you been sleeping naked?”

      Of course, after the stressful conversation, my boner was thankfully long gone. But then Uncle John noticed the tissue on the bed.

      “Or maybe you've been playing with yourself, haven’t you?” and he started laughing. I was so embarrassed, I had no idea what to do. I just covered my dick with hands. But my uncle clearly enjoyed the situation:

      “So that’s why you spend so much time here! Sleeping, right? Don’t be ashamed, we all have to jerk off sometimes. You’re not the only one. I’m also a man, I understand. And I guess I've interrupted you in the best moment, right? How about finishing together, Danny?”

      He didn't even let me answer, and he took off his pants and briefs. I had a short glimpse of his hairy cock, which was already semi-hard. But then he lied next to me and covered our bodies with bed sheets. His hand found its way to my dick and he started stroking it. Slowly at first, but when I got erect again, he increased the tempo.

      No one has ever touched my dick before, but it felt very good. After few minutes, I completely forgot that it’s my family member, who’s causing this pleasure I feel. But then he suddenly stops.

      “Lie on your side,” and he pushes me with his mighty hand, so that I would be on my left side and he’s lying behind me. I feel his hand patting my back and my dick. Then I suddenly feel the tip of his dick on my bottom, close to my butthole.

      “We’re going to have good fun together. Good uncle-nephew fun. This will be our little secret, OK, Danny?” he whispers in my ear.

      I hear Uncle John spitting, and then I feel his wet finger playing with my asshole. Although I've always wanted some kind of sex with guys, I've never accepted anal sex as an option. It just felt too weird and dirty. And now my 40-year old uncle is about to fuck my 17-year old virgin hole. It all happened so suddenly, I’m unable to resist and to say that I don’t want to do that.

      “Ready?”

      Of course he didn't wait for an answer, and I feel his dick slowly entering my ass.

      “It will hurt a bit, Danny boy. Just be quiet, we don’t want anyone to hear us.”

      With one of his hands grabbing my dick, and the other one adjusting his, my Uncle John is sliding his dick inside.

      “Ouch,” I say quietly. But he doesn't stop. He just keeps on sliding his huge cock inside. When I feel I’ll die from pain if I take one more inch, he pulls out a bit, and then he slides inside again, this way reaching deeper.

      “Good boy, Danny.”

      He’s sliding out and inside, every time a bit faster, until he gets his whole cock inside. Once he’s there, Uncle John stops his fucking to play with my dick for a while.

      “Get ready, Danny boy.”

      And then he starts the real fucking. Out and in and out. Fast, not caring about my quiet sighs of pain. It didn't take long and Uncle John shot his load into my ass.

      He pulled out his dick, lied on my bed for half a minute. Then he puts his clothes on and leaves the room without a single word.

      I think he feels guilty about what he’s done. But I don’t care, I use my time alone to finish the activity that started this whole madness – my masturbation. This time I don’t need porn, and I don’t need my fantasies. I just have to think about what happened few minutes ago.

      After I’m done, I’m curious about what will happen next. Will it feel weird next time I meet Uncle John? Will we have that drink today?

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