Uncle Oliver And The Box Of Magazines

Growing up in our small town my parents had a friend Oliver. Oliver owned the furniture store and my father had met him while they served in the Navy. I was taught to call him Uncle Oliver. As I grew older Uncle Oliver needed help at the store and that was my afterschool job. He asked me to help him move some boxes out to the dumpster, things from his olden days he said, but it was time to let them go. One of the boxes opened when I tossed it into the dumpster, it was a box of magazines. Those kind of magazines. Gay magazines. Loaded with pictures of naked men, pictures of men staring at other men's penis, erect penis and soft penis, men's behinds, and in one magazine pictures of a men bent over and a penis in their behind. I stashed them, and went to look at them when I could get away, masturbate and steal one home in my shirt and masturbate at home.

I dreamed of those penis pictures, dreamed and had wet dreams. I started to look at men's penises when I used the public restrooms at the mall. Some men let me look, other men looked at my penis. One man asked me if I liked it. Another man told me he liked my penis. One man told me to meet him outside by the loading dock and we went in this door and into this janitor storage closet and he played with my penis and sucked my penis and I played with his penis and I sucked his penis. I came in my pants while I was sucking his penis. He was the mall janitor and I met him out by the loading dock whenever I had the chance.

One afternoon I was helping move furniture around Uncle Oliver asked me if I had a girlfriend. I said no, and he asked me if maybe I had a boyfriend. And just like that he told me that when he was my age he had his first boyfriend. It was then that he told me that he had a friend who told him that I was seen hanging around the loading dock and going into the door where the janitor had his supplies. Was that true? Was I going in there to see the janitor? It was okay, Uncle Oliver told me, it was okay, every young man has to learn with someone. Did he have sex with me, or did we just kiss and play with our dicks? He asked, because if I wanted to have sex I needed to learn about condoms. DO NOT LET A MAN FUCK YOU WITHOUT A CONDOM, Uncle Oliver said.

He gave me a couple of condoms to carry in my wallet. And he gave me a jar of 'jelly' to use, that way it would slip in easier he said, Make sure I used the jelly before having sex and always, always make sure the man or boy had a condom. PROMISE ME? I promised.

I used the jelly and one of the condoms with the janitor at the mall. Except that he didn't use the condom, he didn't want to. It didn't matter, I liked it anyway.

Over the next few years, before I left for my stint in the Navy, I sucked Uncle Oliver's cock. He had a nice cock, strong, hard and big. My cock was smaller and thinner and he could take it all in his mouth. Uncle Oliver always wore a condom and he taught me how to use the jelly, and to get enough of it so his cock could slip in easy, he didn't want to fight for it. He told me stories of when he was in the Navy and how you had to be careful. How there were Navy boys that the minute you grabbed their cock they would shoot their mess all over him, and others who were pros. He was a pro.

I kept my magazines and they are in a box in the attic with a note not to destroy. One day, some young man may discover them and enjoy himself looking at those pictures of young men from a long time ago. Or maybe they will be tossed into the dumpster.