Uncle Ray’s Christmas Gift

by: Hankster

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As if it weren’t enough that I was enjoying winter break at home, but my Uncle Ray was coming for a visit, and would remain with us the entire Christmas week.  The anticipation of his visit was more exciting to me than the Christmas and New Year cheer which surrounded me.

My grandparents on both sides were all dead.  My maternal Uncle Ray was the only relative my mom, dad, and I had.  He was a few years younger than my mother, and not all that much older than I.  He moved to San Francisco after he graduated from CCNY.  I was a young boy when he left.  He had come home several times over the years on business, but this was to be his longest visit since he went out west.

We only had a two bedroom apartment.  I was an only child.  When I was a kid I used to have sleepovers, and so my parents furnished my room with twin beds.  As if my excitement wasn’t ready to explode my brain, I’d be sharing a room with my uncle.

I knew I was gay from the time I was twelve years old.  I lost my virginity in my bedroom during one of my sleepovers.  When Uncle Ray came for his infrequent short visits, he shared my room.  He had the body of an Olympic athlete, and the face of an angel. .  He was cut and very well hung.  I fell madly in love with him.  He was never shy with me.  I saw him naked on more than one visit, and I added lust to my feeling of love for him.  I’m pretty sure he saw me naked on more than one occasion, but it didn’t matter.  I was just a kid.

Uncle Ray was in his mid-thirties and looked like he was in his mid-twenties. The most important thing was that my gaydar told me that Uncle Ray was gay also.  I figured that was the reason he moved so far from home.  My grandparents, his folks, were still alive when he moved out west.  I had the same desire to move far away, because I didn’t want my parents to reject me.  If I lived a good distance away, I believed that I might never have to reveal the truth to them.

This was the first time Uncle Ray would be visiting us that I would be a legal adult.  I made up my mind that I was going to seduce him.  He was so sexy and desirable, and he was still single.  I had to find out if he had a boyfriend.  I felt in my bones that he would not reject me.  I’m not so bad in the looks department either.  I grew into quite a hunk, if I have to say so myself.

I decided that this was going to be the merriest of Christmases and the happiest of New Years.  I smiled at my thoughts and whispered, “Amen.”

*****

My uncle was due to arrive at JFK airport at 6 AM on December twenty-third.  He had taken a redeye from San Francisco.  My mom and dad both had to work that day, and I volunteered to pick him up at the airport.  My cock tingled at the thought.  I’d be alone with him all day until my folks came home.

As early as he was due to arrive, I was at the airport way ahead of schedule.  I stationed myself just beyond the security gate and began my vigil.  The plane landed fifteen minutes late.  It was easy to spot him.  He was taller than most of the deplaning passengers, and just as beautiful and youthful looking as ever.

I waved to him as he approached the gate.  He spotted me, smiled back, and walked a little faster.  I can’t remember hugging anyone as tightly as I hugged my uncle.  He hugged back just as strongly.  We are about the same height, and I made sure he could feel my semi-erect prick.  I felt his package, but it was soft.  I resolved more firmly than ever to remedy that situation.

“God, it’s good to see you, Luke,” he said.  “I’ve really missed you.”

We retrieved his suit case from baggage claim, and I led him to my car, or I should say my dad’s car.  It was on the drive home that I started my seduction.  I wanted to maneuver our conversation around to my sexual orientation, so I said, “Uncle Ray, my folks won’t be home until about 6 PM tonight.  We’ll be alone, and I really need to talk to you about something very private.”

“I take it that it’s something you can’t talk to your dad about.”

“Exactly, but let’s wait until we get home, get unpacked, settle in, and I’ll tell you what’s on my mind.”

“Sure,” he said, but I have one request.  Now that you’re all grown up, please don’t call me Uncle Ray.  It makes me sound so old coming from an adult.  Ray, will do.”

I smiled seductively at him, and it was my turn to say, “Sure.”

We spent the rest of the ride home discussing my first exciting semester in college.  Ray seemed interested in every last detail, but I carefully omitted my sexual contacts, at least for now.

When we entered my apartment, and I realized that I was alone with Ray, I started to get an erection.  My first reaction was to try to figure out how I could hide it.  Then I realized that I didn’t want to hide it.  I wanted Ray to see it.  It would be part of the seduction process.  I carried Ray’s bag to my (our) room, and he started to unpack immediately.

“I made plenty of closet and drawer space for you,” I informed him, “so don’t leave anything in your suitcase.”

“Okay, but there’s one thing that stays in my bag,” he said.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Condoms and lube.  I figured I might get lucky this trip.”

I was stunned.  Was Ray trying to seduce me just as I was trying to do to him?  Or, was he thinking of picking up some girl at a local bar.  There certainly are enough pick-up joints in New York City, and Ray might remember where they were.

I needed to change the subject quickly, so I said, “I’m going to the kitchen to make us breakfast.  Finish unpacking and meet me there.”

“When are you going to tell me what’s on your mind?” he asked.

“While we’re having breakfast.”

“Okay, you get started and I’ll be right in.  I could go for some sunny side up eggs and crisp bacon, if you have the fixings,” he smiled at me.

“I have everything your heart desires,” I smiled right back at him, leaving him with an obvious double entendre.  While the bacon and eggs were cooking, I put a glass of orange juice on the table for both of us, and I put two bagels in the toaster.

The moment I laid everything out on the table, and we sat down to eat, Ray said, “Let’s talk.”

That was odd.  He didn’t instruct me to tell him what was on my mind.  It sounded like he had things to talk about also.  While all these possibilities were going around in my head, I was silent, so finally Ray said, “Talk already.”

I steeled myself, and took a deep breath.  “Uncle Ray, (I called him uncle on purpose) I’m gay, and I’m afraid to tell my parents.  What should I do?”

What happened next completely floored me.  What he asked me was not at all what I expected him to ask me.  

“Be honest with me,” he said, “why are you telling me this?  Is there a reason?  I’d rather hear the reason instead of something I already suspected.  No, not suspected, I already knew.”

“You knew?” I asked incredulously. “How?”

Ray put his hand on mine.  “It’s the way you look at me with a yearning face, and a growing package.  I’ll ask you again, what’s the reason you’re telling me, and why now?”

I put my other hand on top of his.  “The truth is that I’ve been in love with you forever.  I’d give one of my nuts to make love to you.  Before you say anything, I don’t want to hear any crap about how we’re related.  I also made up my mind that I would ask you point blank if you’re gay.  I have my suspicions also.”

He smiled at me.  “I promise you, I’ll give you no crap about our being related.  I am gay, and I waited to make this long trip until you were of legal age.  I watched you mature on my few short visits.  On my last trip, your cock was man-sized.  I wanted to devour it.”

I started to cry, so Ray said, “Let’s finish breakfast, and clean up the kitchen.  Then I’d like to shower.  I’ve had a very long and tiring trip.  It would be great if you showered with me.” 

He lifted my hand, which he was holding, and kissed it.  “I’m about to give you the best Christmas present you ever had, Luke,” he promised me.  “Are you a virgin?”

“Hardly,” I said, “but my experience is limited.”

Ray put his arms around me and hugged me tight.  This time I definitely felt his hardened cock.

“Let’s get into the shower,” he advised me.

I swear, I didn’t want to cum in the shower, but I lost the battle.  I wanted to cum in a dry warm bed, somewhere inside of him.  Ray soaped my entire body.  His gentle hands were a complete turn on.  He spent a lot of time rolling my hardened cock in his palm. 

“I’m cumming,” I whimpered.

Ray stopped stroking immediately.  He turned to the shower wall, stuck out his butt, and spread his cheeks.

“Do you want to fuck me?” he asked. 

What a question.  I lined up my soapy cock and placed it gently at his opening.

“Go in slowly,” he advised.

“I know,” I muttered as I went in effortlessly. I stroked slowly, and Ray kept constricting and relaxing his ass.  Needless to say, I came in just a few thrusts.  I never did put on a condom.

“Fuck,” he said.  “You’re cum felt so good shooting up my ass.”

“Please, Ray,” I begged, “do that to me.” 

Just as he had done, I turned toward the wall and stuck out my ass.  Ray soaped and stretched me really well.  He entered me with the same ease, and without a condom, as I had entered him.  It didn’t take him long to cum up my ass either, and I experienced the joy he felt when I shot high up his insides.

We rinsed off and dried ourselves.  We reluctantly left the shower, and fell asleep in my bed all wrapped up together.  Ray had not slept at all on the flight, and he was in full blown jet lag mode, but I woke up a short time later, and decided to let him sleep until he woke up naturally.  I crept silently out of bed, and got dressed, waiting for my parents to come home.

Fortunately, Ray woke up and dressed before my folks came into the apartment.  I was glad about that.  I didn’t want them to see him in my bed.

My mother came home first.  I thought the two of them would crush their bones hugging each other so tightly.  It was all they could do to let go.  When my father came home, he hugged Ray just as hard, and a little too passionately, I thought.  Their packages had to have rubbed together, but I ignored it.

My dad took us out to dinner.  When we got home, Ray said that he had to go to bed because he had been unable to sleep on the plane.  He neglected to tell them that he had slept a few hours earlier in the day.  I said that I had gotten up so early that morning I was going to bed also.  As soon as we were alone, I closed my bedroom door, and we stripped.  That night we made love in Ray’s bed.  We tried to muffle the noises of love, but I don’t think we were too successful.

On Christmas Eve my mother made a delicious dinner, and announced that the Christmas meal, the next day, would be extra special.  After dinner, we went to church.  For the most part, the choir sang Christmas carols, but on Christmas Day the service would be a lot more religious.  When we got home, Ray and I retired early once again for more love making.

We opened our gifts on Christmas morning, and then went to church.  That afternoon we ate my mother’s extra special holiday meal and spent the rest of the day just socializing.    My mother announced that she and her girlfriends were going to spend the next day shopping in order to take advantage of all the after Christmas sales.  My father told us that he was going to his office for a few hours in the morning to finish up some work. Ray and I smiled at each other and turned in as soon as it would not raise questions, or seem odd.  We wanted to take every opportunity to demonstrate how much we loved each other.

Seconds after we were alone in the house the following morning, we began to make love again.  It was way more passionate than when my parents were in the house.  We were too inhibited to let loose when they were around.

*****

I was lying on my stomach, and Ray was pounding my ass, when I heard a familiar voice ask, “May I join in?”

Ray jumped off me, and I sat up.  There stood my father in his birthday suit.  He was hard.  I never saw him that way before, and I was very impressed.  The brothers-in-law (both naked) embraced passionately.  Their cocks crushed together, and I could only stare in amazement.  Finally, Ray decided to enlighten me.

“I was still in my teens, a junior in high school, when your mom and dad got engaged,” he began.  “I thought your dad was the hottest guy, I had ever laid my eyes on.  Since he had no family other than me, I decided that I’d be the one to make him a bachelor party.  After the party, he was too drunk to drive home, so I took him back to his apartment in a taxi.  I got your father somewhat sobered up, and then I seduced him.”

My father took over the narrative.  “I loved the sex your Uncle Ray introduced me to, but I loved your mother even more.  I would never do anything to hurt her, so I went through with the wedding.  Thank God I did or you wouldn’t be here.”

Once again Ray continued.  “Over the years, your dad and I continued to make love at every opportunity.  When I told your dad that you were gay, and that I intended to seduce you, he wanted in on the action.”

“You see, Luke,” Dad said.  “I love you and Ray very much, but I could never sleep with another man.  It’s not in my nature.  Ray is here so infrequently, I figured you and I could enjoy each other when he’s out west.  I have one condition, however.  Don’t ever stop trying to find a life-partner.  I don’t want you to depend on me to fill that role.  I have your mother, and your uncle has a boyfriend out west.  We both want you to find a love of your own, eventually.”

“I know that this is a shock to you,” Ray interjected, “but please say something.”

I finally found my voice.  “Dad, I was so afraid to tell you that I was gay,” I sobbed.

“Don’t ever be afraid to tell me anything ever again,” Dad admonished me.  “I love you, and whatever happens, whatever arises, the two of us will work it out together.”

He grabbed me and started to kiss me passionately.  He fondled my cock so I fondled his.  I was pleased to note that there would be no reticence between us. 

My dad, Ray, and I made love for the next three hours.  We started in the shower.  It was a tight fit, but we gave each other golden showers, and then we soaped our bodies generously.  We rinsed off and took the action to the bedroom. 

Again, it was a tight fit in my bed, but we liked it that way.  We gave each other trips around the world.  When we were all three in a frenzy, we rimmed, sucked and fucked each other.  I came three times, and Dad and Ray came twice each.  We never used any of the condoms Ray had brought with him, nor any that my dad had in his nightstand.  While we were basking in a mind-blowing afterglow, I started to giggle.

“What?” Ray asked.

“I’ve decided that you are Santa Clause, Ray.  You just gave me the best Christmas gift I have ever gotten in my life, namely, yourself and my dad.  As an extra bonus, Dad and I can continue to make love all year long, whenever the opportunity arises.”

With that, they both devoured me with kisses.  Life could not get any better.