Woke up four days ago with the mother of all hangovers, in a bed that wasn't mine. The reason I woke up, I was having my cock sucked and it felt awesome. Opening my eyes I saw the top of a guy's head and it eventually dawned on me who it, and where I was.
I'd gone over to my uncles after having a massive argument with my mom and dad about money. John and I opened a bottle of rum and most of it after that I don't quite remember. Or at least I didn't until I jumped out of his bed and asked him what the fuck was going on.
Only then did I see his camera set up on a tripod. Not wanting to go too much into his life, John's a photo journalist, and a dominant gay man.
There was a bit of a discussion, kind of. And then John got up (He's a very fit man with a huge cock) Telling me to sit down on the bed, he went and got me some water. As I drank it, he plugged the camera into his lap top and said "Watch".
Over the next half hour or so, I sat naked and watched John and I having sex on his bed. It was plain that I was a very willing partner, and it was extremely clear I was loving him fucking me. After he'd cum all over my face, I watched myself scoop up his cum from my chin and suck it into my mouth. I then saw myself sucking on his cock until he became erect again. John and I fucked again in different positions, but where as the first time he fucked me it was raw and rough, the second time it was more passionate, and we kissed as he entered me.
During all of this, John had showered, then gone into his kitchen and had made us breakfast. He returned to an astonished me. Yet also a bizarrely muffle headed turned on me. He laughed a little when he saw my erection. Not at its size, but at the fact I'd reacted the way I had earlier. His comment to me was "Any clearer now". I nodded and grunted, but in reality, it wasn't.
John left me to get showered and join him in his kitchen. We ate silently, then I asked him what and why we'd had sex.
My uncle simply said "Because you begged me to fuck you". As I've already said, it was clear I enjoyed him fucking me, yet I could not and cannot still remember a damn thing directly about us fucking. John went on to tell me we'd had sex in his lounge too, and that's where after I'd insisted on watching gay porn with him, we'd first begun to kiss.
None of it will reemerge into my mind, but I've seen the video over and over since, as I had him send it to me. And each time I see it, I see different things we did together, and I also see the absolute joy in my face as he fucks me.
John has told me he's deleted his copy of the film, as I seemed unsure when I left his apartment. He also told me next time, if there is a next time, they'll be no drink involved. Well that next time I've decided will be this weekend.
I've asked him via text, if I can visit him on Saturday and stay over. In the text I also told him its not just for a chat, as I'd like us to go to bed together. I've never before all of this, desired sex with a man, yet I cannot stop watching the video and becoming extremely aroused. And I cannot move on until I know within myself, that I truly wanted him to fuck me. The only way I see it, is to have sex with my uncle again, but on my terms. John has already said yes to my text. So on Saturday night I'll see if my life is about to alter, or if I'm only a drunken gay participant.