In the early 1970's I was a late bloomer at age eighteen and the late onset of puberty had hit me hard. I was always horny and most of my time was spent locked in our bathroom with various porn mags I was able to buy at an old record, book and magazine shop in our home town. The manager was an old man who was discreet and would allow people to linger a long time looking at all the magazines even though they only bought one. I knew I was gay and, while there was no such thing as a gay magazine in those days, there were certain mags that showed both men and women having sex and I would choose those in order to see some cock.
Our family always held a large family gathering on Christmas Eve at my paternal grandparents' house with my father's three sisters, their spouses and a plethora of great aunts and cousins. On this particular Christmas my father's sister's husband Ed had just come home from the Vietnam war where he had been stationed in the Marine Corps. Ed was in his mid thirties, six feet, two inches, two hundred pounds, hairy and all muscle due to the military regimen.
When we arrived for the Christmas Eve party, Ed was wearing his tan Marine uniform which highlighted his chiseled, hard, bronze body and watching him caused my hormones to rage. I sat and discreetly watched him with my hard cock leaking pre-cum.
I overheard my aunts talking that Ed would be playing Santa Claus that evening and they needed to ensure that, after dinner, he could slip down unnoticed down to the basement to change into the Santa suit.
