Uncle Ed, dressed in the Santa suit with a glob of my cum on the pant leg, continued to give out presents. My father's sister's husband (Uncle John) had been suspicious of where I had been before Santa's visit and he had noticed the glob of cum on Santa's pant leg. I was terrified that someone else would see the cum and comment and figure out that Ed and I had been in the basement together. Fortunately, there was so much focus on the gifts that no one else noticed.
On Christmas Day, my family usually had Christmas lunch with my maternal grandparents, but they had travelled to spend Christmas with my mother's brother. We were therefore again at my paternal grandparents for lunch. My father's sister and Uncle Ed were not there but rather at his parents' house. I was nervous about meeting Uncle John and tried to steer clear of him. He was, however, as friendly as ever as if his suspicion of the night before had disappeared. I even sat next to him at lunch.
Since last evening's events, I had looked at him differently. I had always thought of him as just an uncle, but in reality he was quite hunky and masculine. He was in his mid-40's, 6', 1", 200 lbs, bald on top with the sides always cut in a short buzz and and a nice, well-trimmed, medium length, salt and pepper beard. I remembered that he had a nice hairy body that was naturally kept in good shape since he was a construction worker. He was a little introverted and could easily disappear in a crowd of extroverts and I was usually drawn to people who were the life of the party.
My grandfather's house was built at the foot of a mountain and there was a family cabin on the mountain and after lunch I announced that I would hike up to the cabin for a few hours. Uncle John said he would go as well. My grandmother packed us a thermos of coffee and some sweets and we took off.
It took about a half hour to hike in the cold wind up to the cabin and we quickly built a fire in the fireplace to get warm. I poured the coffee and John brought out a hip flask of whisky to add to the coffee. We sat and drank in silence and stared into the fire.
He broke the silence by saying, "I guess you are becoming a man now and a man has the right to choose the way he wants to live, I hope you know I respect you and would like to have a man-to-man talk with you." I didn't really know how to respond or where he was going with this and I was a little confused. When he saw I was speechless, he continued, "A man-to-man talk means that whatever we say here stays only between us, do you agree?" I nodded my agreement.
He asked me if there was anything I wanted to tell him but I shook my head no. He told me that he knew that I had been buying fuckbooks at Old Garvey's record store and that he knew I had been buying mags with men and women fucking. He said that, in his view, there was only one reason why a man would buy those types of mags and that was if he was interested in cocks. I started to flush and I thought I might actually cry, but he continued. "The reason I know what you bought at Garvey's is because I saw you there.........and I was there to buy the same."
He continued and told me that he and my aunt were unable to have children due to an illness she had and it was a great sorrow for both of them. Both her physical and mental health were poor and she had no interest in sex anymore. He had physical needs and had started thinking about when he was a teen and experimented with sex with one of his male school friends. His attraction to men had become strong and he started buying male-female fuckbooks at Garvey's. He claimed that he had no actual man-to-man experience. He had noticed that now I had become a handsome man and he was attracted to me. He had been reluctant to approach me as he thought it was a little perverse. If there was interest from my side he would like to pursue it, but if there was not, we would never speak of this again.
Wow, I was floored on many levels! This man had really treated me like a man and had shown me respect. He trusted me with his deep, dark secret and had given me the opportunity to tell him mine. He had approached me with an offer that I could accept or refuse. How easy it would have been for him to have just whipped his dick out and shook it my way to see if I was interested. I felt like I had just become 10 years older. I had lost more innocence in the last 10 minutes of this conversation than I had in yesterday's 10 minutes with Uncle Ed's dick down my throat.
