I was a trust fund kid. My parents passed away when I was young. I was left in the care of an aunt and her husband, my uncle by marriage. When I turned 25, the money became mine. There was plenty of it. I was ensured of never having to work. I had plenty of time on my hands. I learned early in life that I liked men. I liked older men. It was only natural. My first experience was with my aunt's husband. He was a handsome man who despised my aunt and who enjoyed the feel of a naked young man's skin against his own.
The first experience was when I was barely eighteen years old. I had just graduated from high school and was lounging around all summer doing nothing. My aunt had decided to go to Europe for the summer and so she left my uncle and I at the family compound. It is a large estate that my parents left me but my aunt and uncle moved in after their deaths to look after me. My aunt, uncle and I lived there as did our household help. The help consisted of a maid and a man about the place named Jackson. Jackson was a very handsome and well-sculpted black man who kept the yard, the pool, the house itself and took care of any chores needing attention.
As I was saying, my aunt had gone to Europe and that left my uncle and I to spend the summer together. He was always kind to me and gave me no real problem. I think he knew I was the reason he got to live in such luxury. No sooner than my aunt had arrived in Europe for three months did the adventure begin. I was always attracted to my uncle but was not sure of his own feelings or turns. Still I wanted to know the possibilities. I was slender, almost feminine. However, I was still somewhat muscular and well-built. I was blonde and had little body hair. I decided that summer to keep myself very smooth, all over my body. I was also well hung. My cock was approximately 7 inches long when erect and of average thickness. I was cut and I felt I was a very attractive young man; desirable to any older gentleman.
I knew my uncle's schedule. He kept it like clockwork. On Fridays, he usually dismissed the help and lounged around the pool. He would have a few drinks and take it easy. There were a few times when he thought I was gone as well and he would have a young college student over for some adult fun. I knew his college fuck buddies were also male and I knew he liked them on the submissive side. Still Uncle Steve never caught on to my wisdom on this aspect of his life. I also noticed that most of the young men who kept my uncle company on these Fridays could have passed for my brother. They all favored me strongly.
About a month after my 18th birthday, just a days after my aunt's departure, I waited for the right moment around mid-morning. I wanted to get my uncle's attention before he had time to call some other lucky young stud. I had put on a very skimpy pair of white silky bikini bottoms, a pair that would easily accentuate my lovely cock. I felt an uneasiness in my stomach, caught my short breath and walked out of the patio door and past my uncle lounging on a deck lounger by the pool.
As I passed, I gently reached behind and ran my own hand over my smooth, smallish ass. I turned to him and smiled. Uncle Steve said nothing for a moment. At first, he tried to look away as if nothing had happened. I wouldn't allow such an evasive move. As I got to the edge of the pool to the area where you can walk down into the pool via a set of steps, I turned and faced Steve. He smiled and nervously moved to adjust his own emerging erection.
I smiled back and gently called out to him, "I hope you haven't called one of your little friends today. After all, why call on a stranger?"
Steve looked away and then diectly at me before responding, "No. I haven't called anyone this morning. What do you have in mind, Jay?"
I gulped and made my best efforts at seducing my own Uncle Steve. "Well," I said, "I see what those fellows are willing to do for you. Has it ever occurred to you that I have the same desires?"
"But," Steve frowned, "you're my nephew. it wouldn't be natural."
I smiled a wicked little smile at Steve and answered him, "Actually, I'm your wife's nephew and it's probably not natural anyway you look at it. So who's going to judge?"
I stripped naked and jumped into the warm water. After swimming a few laps, I climbed out of the pool and saw Uncle Steve standing there holding a large towel for me. I turned my back to him as he walked up and wrapped the towel around me in a hug. I allowed Steve to embrace me as he toweled me off and dried my body. He hung the towel about my shoulders and began to slowly grope my body with his firm, strong hands.
I felt his warm breath on my neck. I also felt his stiffening but covered cock pushing against my bare ass. I felt little flickers of his tongue on my neck and shoulders. I decided to tempt him further.
"So," I began, "I've noticed all of those young guys favor me. Should I take that as a sign of what you are really interested in?"
Steve moaned and spoke very quietly, "Maybe you should. I certainly have thought about it lately. But you should know what I like those guys to do for me."
I laughed at Steve and reached behind me to grope his cock and responded, "I think I know what you like. Why don't we go upstairs to discuss it a little more?"
With that, he led me up the stairs of the back patio deck and into my own large bedroom. We walked hand in hand. As we entered the patio door, I closed it myself and drew the blinds closed to shut out some of the harsh daylight. My king sized bed looked inviting but I wanted to take my time. This was an event of a lifetime.
In the shadows of the large room, I walked up to Uncle Steve, wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him. Our tongues found one another very quickly and we were soon lost in a passionate, deep french kiss. As we kissed, Steve pulled on my hard cock and stroked it to keep it's length and girth full. He soon fell to his knees and placed his tongue on the underside of my cockhead. He wet it and began to suck on my cockhead while slowly stroking my shaft. Soon he pulled off and spit on my fully erect cock and began throating it, his mouth getting all the more wet. I was feeling nothing but pure lust at this point. There were no feelings of guilt whatsoever.
After several minutes, Steve stood up and kissed me. He didn't have to say anything. I knew it was my turn. I dropped gently to my knees and pulled his bikini briefs down around his ankles. His fully erect and steel hard cock popped free and bounced for a split second. I quickly took Steve into my mouth and began to get his beautiful cock as wet and as quickly as my mouth could produce enough spit for the job. Soon small ropes of my spit were hanging from the corners of my mouth and from Steve's cock. I felt Steve's strong hands on the sides and the back of my head as he guided my mouth in its chore.
