This story is based on facts with embellished fiction.
All characters are at least 18 years old.
When I was growing up I wanted to become an Architect, so while going to school I took classes that related to that field, Drafting, Architectural Design and so forth.
I had an Uncle, who was married to my mom's sister that was an Architect. I wanted to spend time with him to learn about architecture and how to excel in my school classes. My parents thought that that would be a good idea so they asked my Uncle Ed if I could spend some time with him on some weekends to be groomed to become an Architect. Uncle Ed said that if he had some free time he would be happy to help me out.
The next weekend Uncle Ed said that he would have to work on Saturday, but would be home late that afternoon and brought up the idea for me to be there then and spend the night and have Sunday to continue his tutoring. My parents agreed to the situation and told me to be there late Saturday afternoon.
When I arrived, my Aunt Deb was there to greet me and told me that Uncle Ed had not come home yet. But, she said he was on his way and should be there soon. She had prepared a dinner for us and while I helped her set the dining room table, Uncle Ed had come home.
We sat and ate dinner and Uncle Ed said he was excited to be able to teach me about becoming an Architect. After we finished the meal we went into Uncle Ed's office which was set up just like he was at his work office with his drawing table and all of his tools, pencils and books. We both sat side by side in front of his table as he started teaching. We had spent a few hours of going over the basics when he said that we need a break.
In the mean time, Aunt Deb had gone to sleep as we went into the kitchen to get a drink and some pie that my aunt had baked. When we finished, Uncle Ed asked if I still wanted more tutoring, and I said maybe a little bit more before we go to sleep.
So we went back to his office and sat down again, side by side. As he was explaining how to use one of the tools, his thigh pressed up against my bare thigh as I was wearing shorts. Then he had to reach up onto the table to show me how one of the tools worked. As he reached up with his right arm, his left arm went down onto my leg as to support himself. He didn't flinch and kept explaining what that tool did. As he finished explaining, his left had was slowly sliding up my thigh under my shorts.
In some what of startled expression, I asked, "What are you doing with your hand Uncle?"
He slowly answered, "I just want to touch you, is that okay?"
I was in shock but answered, "I guess it's okay."
Because it actually felt good.
Uncle Ed was a handsome, intelligent person that was persuasive and very charming.
With my "go ahead" so to speak, he slid his hand up further upward to my crotch. When he got to my under ware, he said, "I'm going to slide my hand into your under ware."
I just sat there as his hand felt good sliding up my thigh, then into my crotch. He then touched my scrotum with his fingers and caressed it lightly, then stroked it with his big palm. I let out a quiet sigh as he played with my balls.
He asked, "Do you like how that feels?"
I answered slightly moaning, "Yes, that feels good."
