Uncle

[Rvdude05]

When I was about 11 years old, my dad travelled for months in his work. One day, a man came to the house and Mom introduced him as Uncle Ray. He would visit for hours, talking to Mom, and every night she would invite him to stay overnight. One night, I heard moaning from her bedroom, I was terrified that something was wrong, but too scared to go check. The next morning I went to her bedroom, and saw Uncle Ray, laying naked on the bed, and slowly stroking his hard cock. His eyes were closed, but he saw me and told me to come sit on the bed. I sat down and watched as he slowly stroked himself. I asked why he did that, and he replied it felt good. He took my hand and placed it on his cock, telling me to jerk it, like my momma does. I jerked him, and he told me how good it felt. He told me to put it in my mouth and suck on it, like my momma does. I opened my mouth and sucked him, until he told me he was going to cum. He wanted me to be a man, and swallow his juice, like momma does. I did as he requested, and thought he pissed in my mouth. He told me not to tell anyone. Everytime we were alone, it became a ritual. He would call me into Moms bedroom, and greet me with his hard cock. Uncle Ray would always leave a few days before Dad got home. That was my introduction to sucking cock. I loved every minute of it, and today I'm still sucking cock. I visited him at his home many times while growing up.... Did anyone else ever have a visiting uncle?

[marine20]

When I was about 11 years old, my dad travelled for months in his work. One day, a man came to the house and Mom introduced him as Uncle Ray. He would visit for hours, talking to Mom, and every night she would invite him to stay overnight. One night, I heard moaning from her bedroom, I was terrified that something was wrong, but too scared to go check. The next morning I went to her bedroom, and saw Uncle Ray, laying naked on the bed, and slowly stroking his hard cock. His eyes were closed, but he saw me and told me to come sit on the bed. I sat down and watched as he slowly stroked himself. I asked why he did that, and he replied it felt good. He took my hand and placed it on his cock, telling me to jerk it, like my momma does. I jerked him, and he told me how good it felt. He told me to put it in my mouth and suck on it, like my momma does. I opened my mouth and sucked him, until he told me he was going to cum. He wanted me to be a man, and swallow his juice, like momma does. I did as he requested, and thought he pissed in my mouth. He told me not to tell anyone. Everytime we were alone, it became a ritual. He would call me into Moms bedroom, and greet me with his hard cock. Uncle Ray would always leave a few days before Dad got home. That was my introduction to sucking cock. I loved every minute of it, and today I'm still sucking cock. I visited him at his home many times while growing up.... Did anyone else ever have a visiting uncle?did you ever find out if he was really your uncle ? and did you ever tell your mom that he made you a cocksucker ? BTW, nothing ever happened like that to me.

[KDaddy23]

Growing up, there were guys who had an "uncle" like that and they seemed to be happy cock suckers and liked to be fucked. No such "uncles" in my life, though.

[greengrow]

No uncle , but was molested by a family friend , still trying to figure out if that's why I , in some strange way, I like being fucked up the ass by my girlfriends dildo, and if thats why I want to such a cock and be used like meat.... or if I'm just that way naturally

[Rvdude05]

Green grow, yes I believe that bring introduced into sex by an adult family member or friend, makes us desire sucking cocks to please others, and getting fucked to satisfy others. No regrets here, I enjoy sucking cock and getting fucked.

[KDaddy23]

Even this "sordid" thing is one of the ways a lot of guys get introduced to bisexuality and they find that they're okay with it, either immediately or even somewhere down the road. The question I had asked myself when I got introduced by an adult was, "How can something that's supposed to be so bad feel so good?" and the answer was, "It's supposed to feel good." But our morality insists that it shouldn't and for some, it doesn't and really fucks with them for the rest of their lives but for others? Not even fucked up about it and this is part of the reality we're so funny about speaking to. To greengrow, is your current desires be because you were molested? Could be and because it's not really unheard of which, I think, begs the question if you really think or feel you were molested... because that's the way you're supposed to have looked at that? It begs the question of, at the time, were you totally against it and taken against your will... or did it seem like a good idea at the time? Only you know the answer to these things and, no, you don't have to answer the questions I asked if you don't want to.

I'm just pointing out that we tend to shy away from these things and more so when they're often responsible for us being bisexual...

[tenni]

More posts about statutory rape of children under 16 years old. Even if the child wanted sex, it is still illegal for an adult to have sex with children.

[SilkyHoseLover]

I didn't have an 'uncle' as described in the initial post, but I did have what was at one time referred-to as a 'funny uncle' in the family.

My childhood years were the 1950s, into the 60s, when I became a teenager. We had an extended family who were close and many lived in the area, facilitating frequent family getogethers. One of my mom's brothers was just a bit different from others I'd been around, although he seemed to fit in quite well with everyone that I was aware of. He was 10 years older than I - fairly young for an uncle - so I did get a chance to see him as a younger person, not just a typical uncle of my parents' generation.

Back then, homosexuality was a taboo subject, and it was something that drew attention and ridicule from peers, shock and alarm from family, etc. And, of course, I wasn't very knowledgeable on the subject at such a tender age. My uncle seemed to be pretty much like his older brother and other guys his age. He played sports reasonably well, didn't have any stereotypical physical mannerisms suggestive of being 'queer', etc. He did have a mild speech impediment that some might characterize as a lisp, but it wasn't really a lisp. He seemed to like girls, and I think he dated, at least occasionally. But he didn't seem to have any serious, long-term relationships with one.

Sometime in the 60s, he was drafted and served honorably in the US Army. Upon his return, he took some classes and obtained a responsible position in a technical field and began living on his own in a neighboring region farther from his former home, meaning that we saw him much less frequently. How he occupied his time and who he associated with are unknowns to me, but he seemed to be living a comfortable life as a bachelor.

As times changed and I grew older, I heard whispering amongst my mother and the rest of the 'adult' family that made me think that my uncle was homosexual. ('Gay' wasn't a term that was used at the time...) I don't know if he had actually come out to them, or if they were simply drawing a conclusion from his living conditions and his circle of friends, which appeared to be all men. I can say, however, that they always treated him with family love whenever I saw him at a gathering. We did become passingly acquainted with a couple of his friends, one of whom appeared to have openly gay physical characteristics. But those were things beyond my concern.

I considered him to be of my favorite uncles -- we always got along well, and I even played golf with him a few times as an adult. He moved back into his boyhood home with my grandfather died, so he once again lived closer to the extended family. By this time, I was a computer enthusiast, and he leaned on my as his IT guy -- I built and repaired machines for him, gave him advice on tech purchases, etc. On more than one occasion, I had his computer at my place to troubleshoot, and I ran across evidence in the form of images and saved emails, of his general sexual orientation. Nothing exceptionally graphic, but pretty convincing evidence that he was gay. (maybe bisexual?)

Almost 12 years ago, his health took a nosedive, and I discovered it when he again called on my for technical help, claiming that he'd been hacked. I again took possession of his machine to clean it up, but I also eventually became his power-of-attorney and tried to help him through a 6-month medical nightmare that eventually resulted in his demise. During the delousing of his computer, I found more to indicate his sexual proclivities. There were a couple of nude, but not graphic - no cock shots - of him, and I learned of his SilverDaddies profile ID. It was the first time I'd heard of SilverDaddies. (At the time, I still thought of myself as straight, and had no idea that sites like that existed, although I was very aware of internet porn.)

So now, years later, I'm on SilverDaddies and Bisexual.com, in addition other similar, sexually-oriented sites. And my uncle is gone, without my ever having an opportunity to have a candid discussion with him about sexuality. Hard to speculate whether we'd have cemented our already strong bond, or even contemplated 'going there' physically, but it is always nice to have someone to talk to who understands what I feel.

[tenni]

Wonderful memory sharing Silky!!

Why do people ask about a family member's sexuality? I go by the idea that I heard from Cat who use to post here a lot. Her belief was that unless you plan on asking her for sex, it is none of your business. "Being out" is more of a gay belief than a bisexual belief. Some younger bi people have said that it helped them . To each their own.

[jem_is_bi]

I am the "funny uncle of my family.
While i did date a number of women, I never married so that raised suspicions about my sexuality.
Given my present position in the journey of life, I don't care if they or others know or not.
However, my present long term partner does care if his family knows, so I maintain a don't ask don't tell policy.
I never had a desire for sex with any nephews or nieces.
My role in there lives was to encourage them to become good people.

[happymouthandtongue]

I never had an uncle, would have been fun. As a boy, I jacked off constantly, always fantasizing about sucking the big cocks on the older men I saw in the shower and changing rooms at the public swimming pool in my small home town. I was fascinated by them. One day I finally got my chance to suck guy that noticed I was looking at his cock. I was 8 or 9 at the time. He walked over and asked if I liked it and I said yes. We met in his car and I sucked him off. The big surprise for me was when he came, I was too young, so I didn’t know what it was, but it tasted good and he said to swallow it. It may sound strange, but I always felt in control, I had power over the older men who wanted me to suck their cocks and I liked it. Looking back, I was a preditor.