Just Tell Him

The first time I ever saw a man nude was my Uncle Jack. It was when I was about seven. Uncle Jack wasn't a 'blood relative' uncle, but he was a very close family member on my dad's side.

I remember it was at the beginning of summer. I was probably in the first or second grade and my dad was going to take my brothers and me down to Amarillo, TX to spend the summer with my grandmother. My Uncle Jack had an 18-wheeler and drove around the southern states. I'm originally from Colorado. Anyway, my Uncle Jack told my dad that he was going to be making a delivery down in Texas and asked him if he would mind if he could take me on the trip with him. I couldn't help but wonder why my Uncle Jack wanted me to go along with him and not one of my brothers. It was always my brothers getting to do the fun things and I would just be left behind. But, I thought it would be fun and my dad said yes; which surprised me.

After my dad said yes, my Uncle Jack asked me and I jumped at the chance. I had never been in an 18-wheeler and never rode in something that high up off the ground. That was the first I was ever asked to do anything without my brothers. I had no idea that it would be a trip that I would always remember. We left on a weekend and Uncle Jack told my dad that it would take about three days to drive down and we would meet up with him and my two brothers in Amarillo.

It was hot and the 18-wheeler didn't have air conditioning, but I remember it was still cool to be riding in something that high up off the ground. No way would any passing car be able to see into the cab. It was a nice rig (for the time). It had a good sized sleeper in it, but then everything looks big when you're a kid. I would say my Uncle Jack was about 6 feet tall, in his thirties, brown hair, green eyes; he was good looking. I remember that I liked looking at his chest because you could see chest hair sprouting out over this t-shirt. I knew that he had a hairy chest. I think he is the reason I like hairy chests today.

We started off on our trip, he had a t-shirt on and wore jeans. I had a t-shirt on but wore shorts. I was quite in the beginning because I was afraid of saying something that might make him angry or something and I didn't want him to call the trip off. I also didn't want him to think I was just another 7-year old kid who was a pain in the ass. As we were driving down the highway, he put his right hand on my mid-thigh, gave me a pat and asked if I was doing okay. I told him I was that I was really enjoying the time so far. The only time he took his hand off my thigh was to shift gears or make a turn. Otherwise, his hand went right back to my thigh. Each time he did, I noticed that he would move his hand closer and closer to the inside of my thigh. I didn't say anything. I just let him feel my thigh.

I liked what he was doing and I didn't want him to stop. I was afraid that if I moved, he wouldn't want to touch me like that. I just let him do it. Every once in a while, he would reach my crotch and I would feel his little finger brush across my shorts and hit my little cocklet. It was nice! The whole time I was thinking, "I don't want this end," and "Where was I going to sleep?"

When it got close to stopping for the day, my Uncle Jack found a rest area where he could park all night. When he stopped, he told me to jump up and get back in the sleeper while he made sure the tractor and trailer were secure for the night. When he got out of the cab, that's the only time I felt a little scared because I thought that he wasn't coming back. So, I sat in the sleeper until I heard the door open and him getting in. He locked the doors and pulled the curtains around the cab and stuck his head through the curtain of the sleeper. He asked me if I was okay and I said sure. When he crawled back in the sleeper with me, I asked him where he wanted me to sleep. I didn't know if he wanted me to sleep there or sleep on the bench seat. He said "You'll sleep back here with me."

So, I just watched his lead. When he took off his shirt, I took mine off. When he took off his t-shirt that was the first time I saw his complete hairy chest. I must have had a look on my face, because he asked me if something was wrong. I told him no, that everything was great. Then he said, "I guess my chest is a little hairier than your dad's, huh!" I told him yes. Then he took off his shoes, socks, and pants. I took off my shorts. So there we were in our underwear. I laid down in front of him and he was behind me. He put his arm over me and I could feel his hairy chest against my back. He had the kind of chest hair that was long and soft. I swear you could have combed it. After all of these years, I can still remember the feeling of his chest hair on my back. I could hear him breathing and knew I was safe. He would rub his hand up and down my chest and stomach.

I don't how long we laid there, but I heard him ask me in a whisper if I was still awake. I nodded my head and then he whispered to me to take off my underwear, that I would sleep better with it being hot. So I did and he took his off. I didn't look back at him or anything because I didn't want him to think I wanted to see his cock even though I did, so I just slid my underwear off and stayed in the same position. I could feel his hairy cock against my hairless ass. I don't know how subtle I was, but I swear he could felt me push back on his cock because I liked the way it felt. He was definitely aware that I had a hard on. I remember going to sleep like that.

When I heard him whisper to me to take off my underwear, his hand was already at my waist. My first thoughts were that it was a natural thing to do, but I was also afraid that if I objected to it, my Uncle Jack would get angry and that could have spoiled the rest of the trip. At first, I did it to appease him because I didn't know how wonderful it was going to end up being. I was just afraid that he would leave there on the side of the road or kick me out of the sleeper. But after I took my underwear off and then he took off his, the comfort feeling came back. I knew that everything was fine and that this was the way it was supposed to be. I thought that my Uncle Jack didn't sleep with anything on and that wearing underwear to bed got in the way.

When it was morning, I was facing him when I woke up and I got to see his hairy chest in the daytime. He was asleep (or he seemed to be asleep), so I thought I would take the chance and feel his chest hair. His chest hair circled his collar bone and went all the way down to his thighs. It was just straight down. I got lost in feeling his hair. He rolled over on his back, still asleep, I just rubbed his chest and stomach over and over. I saw his cock and wanted to touch it. He was cut and had nice heavy nuts. His was the first man's cock I had ever seen and I wanted to play with it. I was getting close to touching his cock when he woke up. I remember him telling me "Good morning sunshine. Did you sleep well?" I told him I felt great!

I was. I knew that I liked being with boys. I didn't understand why, but I knew I liked being around boys.

I watched him get dressed and I put my clothes back on and then we went to get something to eat. We went to one of those truck stops that have showers in them. I remember him grabbing his shaving kit and he told me that he was going to grab a shower before hitting the road. He lead me into the shower room and told me that he paid for one shower so I was going to take one with him. I felt so important. It was just going to be me and him; no one else. I remember, here I am taking a shower with my Uncle Jack, seeing him completely nude, and loving every minute of it. I stood in front of him and his cock was almost at eye level. When he turned around, I could see his hairy ass crack. I know the time in the shower wasn't that long, but it seemed like along time to me. I loved seeing his hairy body wet.

After driving all day, I knew what do that night. When it came time to stop for the night and Uncle Jack told me to jump back in the sleeper, I knew exactly what to do. I got back in the sleeper, stripped and waited for him to come in after securing the rig. I wasn't nervous about it. I watched him strip, we both laid down next to each other and that's when he started feeling my cock, rubbing his hand all over me. His touch gave me an instant hard-on. He asked me if I liked it and I told him yes. He asked me if I ever did anything with any of my guy friends and told him no, but thought about it. I told him that I thought about what they would look like naked. He was still feeling me and asked me if he could try something. I told him sure and that's when he started sucking my cock and nuts. He had everything in his mouth. It felt so good! I didn't want him to stop. The tingling feeling I got all over my body was incredible. He did that for what seemed like forever and when stopped he asked me if I wanted to try. That's when I sucked the head of his cock. I don't know how well I did, but he seemed to like it. I couldn't get the whole thing in my mouth, just the head, but it was my Uncle Jack's and sucking anything of his was great.

After I stopped he started stroking his cock and asked me if I every played with myself. I didn't know at the time it was called 'jacking off,' but I told him yes, I did a couple of times. I just liked the way it felt when I would rub it. Then he jacked off and I saw cum for the first time from a man. I asked him if my dad was able to do the same thing and he told me that all men make the white stuff. I had to touch it because it was on his stomach. I loved the way it smelled and for some reason, I put my fingers right in my mouth. It was an instinct, I'm sure. He asked me if I liked the taste and I told him yes. I tasted more of him. I think that's why I love cum and love the way it smells. It's all because of my Uncle Jack. He taught me so much in those couple of days and I've always remembered it.

My Uncle Jack never did fuck me even though I wanted him to put his cock in me. I don't know if he thought he would hurt me or he would have left a mark on me that my dad would see or do something that might have given it away as to what we were doing. But even if anyone had asked me if anything happened, I would have told them no. Because everything that my Uncle Jack and I did was completely natural and I wouldn't have changed a thing.

I think my Uncle Jack 'sensed' it and helped me explore, which I'm glad he did. I also got to thinking when he asked my dad to see if I could go with him when we went to Texas, he knew that he was going to play around with me.

My older brother. He's 2 years older than me. When I was in the third grade, he used to make me suck him when we would get home from school. I used to watch him jack off, spread eagle in the middle of the bed. When he was getting ready to cum, he told me to eat it. I would go down on him and swallow his cum. I couldn't get his cock in my mouth, but I could go just a little past the head. He asked me what it tasted like. At the time, I don't remember it really having a taste. It was just milky.

When I was nine or ten, I used to camp out with my next door neighbor. Gary was older than me so he had a little hair growing in around his cock. One night, I was in my sleeping bag and he was laying next to me in his. We were on his side of the fence in his backyard and our buddies were in sleeping bags in my back yard. He whispered to me to get into his sleeping bag. I wasn't sure about because I didn't know if our buddies in my back yard could see us or hear us. But I went ahead and got into his sleeping bag. I was in front of him and he told me to take my pants down.

I dropped my pants while we were still in his sleeping bag and he took his pants off. He was hard and told me that he want to try something. I said OK, and that when he tried to put his cock inside me. It didn't work that night. I think it was that we didn't have the room to move around or maybe it was that we were afraid of getting caught.

I didn't have an idea because we had never tried that before, but I didn't hesitate once he told me that no one could see or hear us. He eventually fucked me in my bedroom down stairs when my parents were gone.

When I was a sophomore in high school, I remember walking down the hall with my best friend at the time (Mark) along with another friend of mine, Larry. We were all going to lunch and talking about what we were going to get. I turned to Larry and asked him what he was going to get. He said "I'm going to get you to suck my dick." I didn't say thing because I was with my best friend and I knew he heard Larry just as clearly as I did.

We had class later on that afternoon together and I asked him about the comment on the way to lunch. He just said "I want you to suck my dick." I told him sure and went home with him on his bus. It was nice thinking about it on the way home. We didn't mention it until we got to his place. We went down in his bedroom. He started to take off his clothes first. Then I started to take off mine. We really didn't say much because I knew why I was there. We had seen each other nude many, many times because we were in the same gym class at school. He laid down on his bed and I started sucking his cock.

For some reason, I didn't think about him cumming. I was just wanting to suck his dick. Then when he came, I swallowed his seed. Larry is one of those guys who immediately got up and dressed afterwards. It happened on a regular basis until I moved away later that same year.