There was never a mother in my life.  I was raised by my Uncle Keith and a nanny.  She was only a day nanny, never a live-in.  She took care of me until Keith came home from work, and she prepared all our meals for us.  She never baby-sat me.  If Keith wanted to go out, he hired a baby sitter.

When I was old enough to begin wondering about my unusual family dynamics, I asked Keith (I never called him ‘Uncle’) to tell me why I didn’t have a mother.  I didn’t ask about a father.  I erroneously thought that Keith was my father, even though he asked me to call him Keith, not Dad.

“You’re a little young, Eddie,” he informed me, “but I’m going to tell you everything.  You won’t understand most of what I tell you, but you’ll know about it, and as you mature, then you’ll understand.  We had this conversation at the dinner table.

“After dinner,” Keith said, “we’ll clean up and get comfortable.  Then we’ll go into the living room and I’ll tell you all you need to know.”

Keith always used the terminology “to get comfortable” when he meant that we should both strip to our jockey shorts.  We both wore jockeys.  We did just that, and we sat close together on the sofa.  He put his arm around my shoulder.  I leaned into him and he began his narrative. 

He was right about one thing.  I didn’t understand a lot of what he told me, especially some of the words he used.  He warned me that would happen, but he also told me to be familiar with the story, even if I didn’t understand, so I listened intently.  I want you to know I understood enough, so that what he told me came as a revelation.

*****

“Your mother was my older sister, Eddie,” he began.  (Egad!  Keith was my uncle, not my dad,) “Our mother died when she was seventeen and I was fourteen.  We had no other family, and Penny took over the job of raising me.  She wasn’t much of a motherly type, but she did her best.  I hate to tell you this, Eddie, but your mother was a slut.” (I had no idea what a slut was.  I hoped it was something good.)

“What’s a slut?” I asked.

“I told you that you wouldn’t understand a lot of what I’m telling you until you were older.  So just listen and store everything in your memory bank.  Eventually, you’ll understand it all, so don’t interrupt me again.”

I nodded to let him know that I would do as he asked.

“She was a slut,” he repeated.  “She slept with any guy who had a cock between his legs.”  (Slut and cock were stored in my memory for further research.)

“One day, she came home, and told me that she was pregnant. (I knew what pregnant meant.)  She had no idea who the father was.  I wanted her to get an abortion, but she wouldn’t do it.”  (Abortion, another word to remember.)

“After you were born, she brought you home to us.  I had already graduated high school, and I was working as an auto mechanic at the Buick dealership where I still work.  I was able to take care of all of us, pretty well, but your mother kept whining about how hard it was to be a mother.

“One morning, shortly after your first birthday, you woke me up screaming your lungs out.  You needed some attention.  I figured your mother would take care of you, but you kept right on crying.  Your crib was in her room, so I opened the door slowly, and she wasn’t there.   She had gone out with some guy the night before, and had left me to baby sit.  I figured she had shacked up with him, and spent the night.” (shacked up; another expression now stored in my memory.)

“About 10 AM that morning, I got a call from Mercy Hospital.  Apparently, Penny and her date had done drugs, and your mother OD’d.”  (done drugs; OD’d; I hoped I could remember all of this.)

“So, you became my little boy.  Don’t ever think you were a burden to me.  You weren’t.  I love you, and you will always be my little boy.”

We sat silently on the sofa.  Keith was holding me tighter and tighter.  I was feeling his love.

*****

Twice a week, Friday and Saturday evenings, Keith got a baby sitter and went out.  I knew that he had to have a social life, and I was glad for him.  He never came home really late because he had to pay the sitter and send her home.  Nevertheless, I never heard him come home, I was always fast asleep.

I really didn’t care where he went, but one day when I was about eleven, I asked.  “I’m curious, Keith, when you go out on the weekend, where do you go?”

I really didn’t expect him to answer me, so I was shocked when he did.  “I go clubbing at my favorite bar”

I didn’t know what clubbing was, but I figured it out when he said he went to a bar.

I was so naïve.  I stupidly asked him, “When I’m old enough, can I go clubbing with you?”

“I doubt you’ll want to go where I go, but you’ll have your own friends, and you can go with them.”

“Okay, but I’d rather go with you.”

Keith laughed, and he hugged me tight.  He tousled my hair, and I knew that he still loved me and probably always would.

When Keith came home from clubbing, he was usually a wee bit tipsy, because he just dropped his clothes on the floor and plopped into bed.  One Saturday morning when I was about fifteen, he left for work before I got up.  I looked into his room, and saw his T Shirt and shorts lying on the floor with his sandals.  I decided to hang them up.  There were no jockey shorts in sight.  Somewhere along the time line, Keith had started to go commando, and to sleep that way also.  As a result, I did the same.

His T Shirt was one of those rare ones that had a breast pocket.  There was something stuffed in it.  I took it out intending to throw it away.  It was a napkin, obviously from the bar, and it read, The Men’s Playground.  The address and telephone number of the bar were also on the napkin in smaller letters.

After I straightened out Keith’s room, and made myself a couple of eggs with a bagel for breakfast, I ran to my computer.  I hoped that The Men’s Playground had a website.  It did.

At fifteen, I finally understood everything Keith had told me about my mother.  I was masturbating regularly.  Keith had actually instructed me in good technique.  He had no trouble demonstrating on me and on himself.  When he masturbated me, I was consumed by an unearthly fire.  He told me that all men did it and I should not be ashamed.  I was still a virgin, but I knew without a doubt that I was gay.  All I ever thought about was having sex with Kenny Lambert, my best friend.  Unfortunately, all Kenny ever talked about was getting laid, and dipping his cock into a wet vagina.  Obviously, I kept my secret from my friend.

When I opened up the bar’s website, I knew quickly enough that it was a gay bar.  There were ample pictures of hot guys gathered around the regular bar and around the piano bar.  They were so good looking, I assumed it was meant to lure other gay men into the bar.  I looked at the men’s pictures with obvious lust.  I spotted Keith immediately.  He and some Roman god had their arms around each other’s shoulders, and they were smiling cheek to cheek.

My Uncle Keith was gay.  I had hidden my secret desires about him for the past two years.  He had become my masturbation fantasy. I loved him more than anyone else in the world.  He kept telling me that he felt the same way about me.  I vowed not only to come out to him, but I vowed to seduce him.  In fact, I thought it would be kind of fun to seduce him before I came out.  I never gave any thought to how he would feel about it.  I just assumed that he would love it as much as I.

I didn’t need a baby sitter any longer.  I hadn’t needed one for a long time, and every so often, Keith did not come home at all.  I figured he was getting laid and I was happy for him.  I thought he was having sex with women, but now I realized it was with men, and I began to walk around our apartment with a perpetual hard-on, and with extreme jealousy.

He only worked half a day on Saturday, and so he came home early that day.  He took us out to lunch at a nearby Denny’s.  While we were eating our grand slams, he informed me that there was a good chance he would be out all night.  I knew what that meant, and boy how I ached to go with him.  He asked me if there was anything I needed, and would I be all right.

“The only thing I need,” I said brazenly, “is to go out with you.”

He didn’t answer me, nor did he smile.  I decided to use my evening alone to plot my seduction.

*****

I was in a twilight sleep, when I heard Keith come home about six in the morning.  I couldn’t see anything, but I heard him drop his clothes on the floor and plop on the bed.  I ran to his room, and asked him if everything was okay.

“Never better,” he said.  “I didn’t get much sleep last night.  I’ll get some shut-eye now, and we’ll do something together this afternoon.”

I closed his door.  There was no doubt in my mind what we were going to do together that afternoon.

I waited a few minutes until I was certain he’d be asleep.  I peeked into his room.  What a beautiful sight.  He was lying naked on his left side on top of the sheets.   His right leg obscured his cock, so I couldn’t see it.  I didn’t care.  I knew what was there.  He was uncut, five inches soft and about seven and a half inches hard.  He was blessed with a good hefty rod as well.

He was lying in the perfect position for me to begin seducing him.  I crept into his bed.  I was as naked as he was, and I nested against him.  My hardened, almost mature, cock was jabbing his ass, and I threw an arm around his waist.  My palm was almost at his pubic area.  Then I lay perfectly still.  Sooner or later, he would wake up and realize what was happening.

After about ten minutes, I felt him pushing his ass harder against my cock.  I knew he was still asleep because he was snoring lightly.  I started to rub my rod in his crack.  I hoped it would encourage him to do more.  His ass was all gooey.  I figured he had used an awful lot of lube last night.  Then I thought maybe it was lube mixed with semen.  I got so hard, I hurt.

I almost jumped out of the bed when I heard him say, “Hey Randy Andy, didn’t you get enough last night?  Let me get some sleep.”

Keith was dreaming and he thought I was Andy, or maybe Randy.  I lay perfectly still next to him.  I didn’t want to wake him.  Maybe he would do something in his sleep.  I was encouraged to let my hand slip lower down his pubic area.  I embraced his cock, but I was afraid to stroke it.

Something strange was coming over me.  As my rod stroked his gushy ass, every time I brushed his opening, I felt as if he was pulling me inside of him.  I gave into pure lust and entered him easily.  I heard him purr.  I was afraid to move.

I lay still, but it didn’t matter.  As I entered him, I felt an orgasm building.  I couldn’t stop it and I came gushing up his gut.

When my rapture subsided, I didn’t hear Keith snoring.  I think he was awake.  I started to cry, and I whispered in his ear, “I love you.”  I said it over and over again.  I didn’t realize it, but I was still gripping his tool.  He started pumping, and he came rapidly in my palm.

After I slipped out of him, he turned to face me.  I didn’t know what to expect.  He pulled me to him and put his arms around me.  “I love you too,” he said.  “I probably love you more than you love me. I’ve suspected you were gay for some time now.”

He started to kiss me passionately and I responded. 

When we came up for air, I asked fearfully, “You’re not mad at me?”

He started to laugh.  “I wanted to wait until you were at least sixteen, and then I planned on seducing you.  You beat me too it.”

“Remember when you taught me how to jerk off for maximum pleasure?” I asked.

“I’ll never forget,” he said.  “I got so hot, I nearly fucked you then and there, and when we swallowed each other’s cum, I almost came again.”

“Will you give me further instructions in how to make love to a man, specifically you?  You said you wanted to do something together this afternoon.  That’s the most together thing I can think of.”

“It’s a deal,” he said, “but I really need to get a couple of hours sleep.”

He got out of bed, and opened the drawer in his bedside table.  I could see a batch of DVDs.  He looked through them carefully, and chose two of them.

“Here, go look at these DVDs.   They’re male porn.  It’ll get you started and we’ll practice what you learn after lunch.”

I ran out of the room with the DVDs and yelled at him, “Rest up good.  You’ll need it.”

*****

How right Keith was.  Watching the action on the screen, I learned things about man sex that afternoon that I could never have conceived of.  I couldn’t wait to try it all out.  I was impatient, so I got back in bed with Keith.  I hunkered up to him, but refrained from doing anything sexual.  I wanted him to continue sleeping.

When he got up at last, he had morning breath in the early afternoon.  He ran to the bathroom, and I ran after him like a little puppy dog. 

“Did you learn anything?” he asked me while slurping his toothpaste.

“Plenty.”

“Is there anything special you want me to teach you?”

“Yes, everything.”

“That’ll take more than one afternoon,” he pointed out.

“That’s fine.  I hadn’t planned on moving out. I’ll be here.”

He dragged me into the shower, where I got a pleasant surprise.  He soaped me up all over, and then rinsed me off with his pee.

“It’s called golden showers,” he explained.  “Would you want to do that to me?”

I didn’t answer him.  I just did it.

“You’re really well hung for a fifteen-year-old kid.  By the time you’re fully mature you’ll be humongous,” he said with pride in his voice.  “Every stud in gaydom will want you.”

I was too afraid to tell him that I didn’t want any of those guys.  I wanted him.  Instead, I asked, “How come I’m cut and you’re not?”

“Don’t be embarrassed, but your mother told me that when she went down on a guy, cut cocks smelled better, so she had you circumcised.”

He needn’t have worried about telling me.  By now nothing about my mother surprised or upset me.

We dried off and crept into his bed.  “I’m pretty done out from last night with my friend Andy, and from the hand job you gave me,” he said, “so I’ll just instruct you in how to give a trip around the world, followed by giving good head.  That’s oral sex.  We’ll do anal another time.”

“Not another time,” I said petulantly.  “Next time.”

Keith just laughed at me, and tousled my hair.  It was his favorite thing to do to show me love in a non-sexual way.

He rolled over on top of me, and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to bathe your whole body with my tongue.  I’ll go from head to toe and front to back.  I’ll finish by giving you a blow job.  Pay careful attention, because you’ll be graded when you do it to me, and I expect perfection.”

I wanted to smile at him, but I wasn’t sure if he was pulling my leg, or if he was serious.  I didn’t have time to think about it.  Keith started by kissing me with an open mouth.  He never stopped until I was returning his kisses with passion and expertise.

When he was satisfied, he started kissing his way down my body.  He didn’t miss an inch except he stayed away from my balls and cock.  I was disappointed but I didn’t question my teacher.  After he sucked all my toes, he turned me over.  He licked my whole back from my neck to the soles of my feet, but then he went to my ass.  He kneaded it and kissed it, and finally, he started to suck my crack.  That’s when I had an orgasm without his ever having touched my prick.  That didn’t stop him.  He turned me over and began to suck my balls and my still hard cock.  I came again, and I started to cry for joy.

“Thank you, Keith,” I sobbed. “I love you so much.”

He had me in a bear hug, and I distinctly heard him whisper, “You’ve got the bubbliest ass I’ve ever seen.  I can’t wait to fuck it.”

“Me either.  Are you ready to grade me?” I asked.

“Go for it.”

I repeated everything he taught me, but I added a few tricks that I remembered from the videos.  He had not expected to cum again, but he did, and he started to sob.  “I love you more,” he cried over and over.

It was still early in the evening, but we fell fast asleep in each other’s arms.  We woke before dawn on Sunday.  We were cuddling and fondling our pricks.  Neither of us wanted to get out of bed.

Finally, Keith said, “Let’s brush our teeth and shower again.  Then we’ll have breakfast, and I’ll continue our lessons.”

“Could we pee in the shower like yesterday?” I asked.

Keith broke out laughing. “You sure learn fast,” he said.

When we finally got back in bed, my education did indeed continue.  Keith wanted to fuck me first, so I could learn all that he did, and how he did it.

He lubed my ass really good and inserted one finger.  It didn’t hurt at all.  Even so, he reamed me, trying to stretch me out.  He repeated the process until he successfully reamed me with four fingers.  He got me really relaxed, and then he put a rubber on.  I objected, but he insisted on using it, because he was very sexually active.  When he told me that, I became so jealous, I got a pain in my stomach.  How dumb was that? 

It’s going to hurt a little, but the pain will pass quickly,” he promised.

He lied.  It hurt a lot and it hurt for a long time.  It felt like he put a baseball bat up my ass.  But finally, the pain was gone and I thought I would die from too much sexual pleasure.  I was enjoying myself so much that I yelled out, “Please try not to cum too quickly.  Stay in me forever.”

That got Keith laughing again.  “I’ll try,” he said, “but no promises.”  He exploded into the condom way too fast for me, for both of us.

At last, we exchanged positions.  As you can imagine I slipped easily into his ass.  First of all, I wasn’t fully mature yet, and secondly, he had an educated ass. The tightness and intense heat of his ass sent me right over the top way too fast.  I expressed my disappointment to Keith.

“I’ve fucked you twice,” I lamented, “and I came so fast, I hardly experienced the thrill.”

“Don’t worry,” he said.  “You’ll learn to control your orgasms.

*****

From that first night on, we gave each other permission to be with others, but the fact of the matter was that Keith came home to me every single night.  Finally, we admitted to each other that we didn’t want to be with anyone else.  He even stopped visiting his favorite gay bar.

When I graduated high school, Keith got me a job in sales at his Buick dealership.  When I turned eighteen, he finally took me clubbing with him, but I couldn’t drink anything stronger than a coke.  He was so happy to be back in his familiar surroundings, that his happiness rubbed off on me, and everyone we met.  On our first visit to The Men’s Playground, he introduced me as his kid brother.  I whispered in his ear, and thanked him.

We never formally committed to each other, but the plain truth was that we were monogamous. 

One night, basking in the afterglow, Keith remarked about our monogamy.  He couldn’t believe it.  He had once been such a prolific player.

It’s all your fault,” I said.  “You educated me in male sex so well that now I’m the only one who can satisfy you.”

That got him laughing, and got me a big kiss on my balls.