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Gay, by Jezebel Rose

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Uncle Garrett controls Johnathan’s first encounter.

First-time gay erotica male on male

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In early August, a hot, sunny afternoon, the temperature reaching into the upper nineties, warming the skin of two young men laying poolside. Soaking in the sun’s rays, they bead sweat that rolls down their bodies, mixing with the oil rubbed into their skin, protecting them from harmful rays. Margaritas sit on the table between them, and the sound of classic rock and roll is playing in the background.

The alcohol from their drinks affecting them, each reaches for his glass, and two hands touch accidentally, fingers stroke, hands brush. Sparks fly and things happen. The two men touch, nibble and kiss. Lips intertwine, tongues probe mouths, teeth scrape. Fingers caress nipples, tongues lick them, hands wander, feeling the warmth created by the sun and the liquor. A penis exposed. A young man takes it into his mouth, sucking, licking, kissing, and nibbling.

It was a real romantic scene until my uncle walked into the yard and caught us. Handson and I had flirted a few times, even kissed each other, but things had never gone this far. I had had a hard time accepting my sexuality through my teens. I never spoke about it with anyone else, and now here I was caught red-handed with my uncle’s friend, his boyfriend. I was instantly worried about his reaction. Would he object? I knew about his sexuality for some time, but did he know I knew. Or would he be jealous of my being with Handson?

There were ten years between Handson and myself, but twenty between him and my uncle. I guess he liked them younger. There was also Jim. He was there, too. Standing, watching the scene as it unfolded. Jim was the type to wear it on his sleeve, a little flashy without being swishy. Just man enough not to raise too many eyebrows, but there was little doubt which way he swung. Would they object, or would they understand?

He wanted an explanation. Uncle Garrett wanted to know why. He and Jim stood there. Handson leaned back in his lounge chair and relaxed; he had no problems. It was I who had to answer.

“Because I’m gay.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“What?” Dumb question. “Me and Handson? This was the first…”

“You and anyone.”

“Not much. I never did much of anything before. Things just happened here.”

“Things always seem to just happen. Things don’t happen; people do things because they want them.”

Silence on my part. What do I say?

“How long have you accepted being gay?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know if I do accept it.”

“You sure did accept Handson a few minutes ago. Do you want to continue?”

“What? Being gay?” Dumb question number two.

“Do you want to continue having sex with Handson? Do you want to suck his cock?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Handson chimed in. Now his pride was hurt.

“I’d like to continue. Damn it, Garrett, you could have waited until we were finished before barging in and interrogating him.”

Handson licked his lips and smiled at me. He was still horny; it was still hot.

“Come on, Jim, let’s leave the kids alone.”

Garrett and Jim left the pool and went inside. Handson came over to me on the lounge chair and put his hands on me again. “Come on, let’s continue.”

We kissed more. We touched and caressed, but it just wasn’t the same. My uncle’s intrusion and subsequent questioning broke the earlier tenderness. I also felt that we were being watched. “I feel like it’s pornographic now.”

“Don’t be so uptight.”

I lay down in the chair and just tried to relax. Handson did the same.

Later, Garrett returned with Jim. “Are you two finished yet?”

“Finished?” Handson replied, “We never even got started. Johnathan is a little uptight.”

“I am not uptight; I’m not in the mood.”

“You were in the mood a little while ago. I thought you were going to drool all over his cock for the rest of the afternoon. What’s wrong?”

“It just feels so dirty now. We got caught.”

“So what?”

“So it doesn’t feel the same. It feels pornographic or something.”

“Pornographic is good,” Garrett stated. “Some of my best times have been pornographic. I think you need to get this done. You obviously want to get it on with him, and it is rude to start something without finishing it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, it is only polite to finish off his knob.” He seemed a little angry. “Now get down there and be polite.”

“Yes, Johnathan,” Handson said. “Get down here and get polite all over me.” He held his cock in his hand and shook it at me.

“Come on.” Garrett put his arm around me and guided me to Handson’s piece. I went down to my knees and looked around. Handson stared up at me, and Garrett and Jim, the ever-quiet Jim, were behind me. Both men put their hands on my shoulders as Handson put his hand on my head. I opened my mouth and started sucking his cock again, but after a little while, he wasn’t pleased.

“He isn’t even trying. Not like before. He’s not being the least bit polite.”

“Stand up,” Garrett commanded me. “Pull down your bikini.”

I froze. He reached out, grabbed my suit, and pulled it down. It was still untied from the earlier heat between Handson and me. Jim retreated into the house.

My uncle grabbed me by the cock and pulled me over to a chair. He sat down and yanked my piece pretty hard, pulling me over his lap. Holding my dick with his left hand, he spanked me with his right. “When I tell you to do something, you do it. Do you understand?”

“He is a dom,” Handson advised me.

“A what?”

“A dominant. A top man. He gives the orders, and I follow them. You’d better follow them too.”

Another slap across my ass. “Do you understand what he is saying?”

“Yeah, ouch.” Another whack.

“I don’t think so. I told you to finish sucking his cock. You got him all worked up, and now you should finish him off. Now, are you going to do it?”

“Yes, ouch.” Another whack. Here I was, a twenty-year-old college junior getting a spanking from his uncle. “Okay, okay. I’ll be polite and finish sucking him off. Just let me up.”

“No, I’m going to make sure you do him right. I’m holding you right here and seeing to it that you put your heart into it. Besides, you need to learn how fun ‘pornographic’ can be.”

I lay across my uncle’s lap. Handson sat next to him. I looked up at Handson, and he grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Boy, you’d better start fast.”

Whack. Another slap. I wrapped my mouth around his cock fast. My ass was starting to sting now. My uncle is a strong man. He’s also a furry one; his hairy legs rubbed against me, causing friction. He held my cock like a vice and yanked each time I sucked on the upstroke.

Jim came back with the afternoon gin and tonics, four in all. It was a regular ritual with them, like the British and their tea; only this one took place at one o’clock instead of four. My uncle let me up just long enough to take a sip of my drink; I needed it at this point. However, I got no more than that sip before he grabbed me by my member again and brought me to his lap. Handson took a little pity on me and gave me a few larger sips of the drink before I got back to working on his dick as Garrett restrained me and as Jim watched.

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