Finding Out, Changes Nothing

Two years ago I met a great guy when attending a two day residential training course.
It was work related, so it was fairly structured and a bit boring.

During the first day I got friendly with Adam, a real handsome older man. And throughout the course of the day, I discovered he was gay and liked fucking younger men.

I'd secretly been bisexual for eighteen months by then, having been fucked a few times by different men, usually older.

In the hotel bar on the first night after a couple of drinks, Adam invited back to his room for sex. We'd already had a brief cock suck in the gents and I'd greedily enjoyed his cock unti we were disturbed.
Up in is room, we kissed, exchanged blow jobs and trusting him, I had Adam fucking me bareback all night.
Shattered at the following days course, I was going to get the train back home when the course finished. But Adam offered to drive me home and I eagerly accepted.

We fucked again down a country lane in the back of his car, and then again after sucking his cock back to life, in the field next to a farmers gate.
We were both naked the second time, and it was during that wonderful fuck Adam asked me if I'd see him again.
And for eighteen months we met up two to three times a week for sex.

In July this year my father passed away. After the burial at my fathers home, one he shared with his second wife, a man I knew all too well entered the house.
I'd not seen him at the funeral, but apparently my fathers brother Adam had attended.
A brother who I'd last knowingly as an uncle, met when I was four.

My father and he had had a huge argument over sexuality, and Adam had moved away.
He moved back relatively close, only fifteen miles from where they'd grown up, five years ago.
We talked a lot. And when everyone but my step mother had gone, Adam and I spoke about the future.

We now live together in a place we've bought. With Adam putting in most of the money.
Our neighbours know us as the gay couple, and haven't got a clue every day my uncle fucks me.
His libido is amazing, as is his eight inch cock, which never fails to fuck me to wonderful spunking orgasms.

This morning in fact, as I got our breakfasts ready, he got up behind me, kissed my neck and pulled my boxers down. Seconds later he bent me over the kitchen island and fucked me so hard, and so fast I felt like a rag doll on his dick.
When he came deep inside my arsehole, Adam kissed me, then told me he loved me so much.
I responded by saying "I love you too Uncle".