My Uncle Pat, That Sly Old Gay Fox

When we were young growing up we lived close to my uncle Pat's house. He owned a furniture and art store in town and played poker with the 'boys'. Uncle Pat was a handsome man, he had served in Korea and was well liked by everyone. My aunt, my mom's younger sister, had her complaints but that was between her and my mother. Uncle Pat didn't pay attention to her.

One day I was asked to help my aunt clean out some old books from a bookcase. I was given a box to put the books into and I put the books into the box one by one. One of the books was an art book, except it was about old Greek art. Paintings on dishes. Drawings and paintings of Greek theme gay scenes. Fellatio, anal, men kissing. Pretty explicit as it was meant to be explicit, nothing was from the real Greek art. It was a gay erotica book and I hid it. Hard erect penises.

For a young man, I will call it that, still not shaving, the book contained everything forbidden. Page after page of gay erotica, men who sucked dick, men who bent over. I whacked until my dick was sore, I hid the book so I could see it more.

I was seventeen and I was driving and my aunt asked me to go pick up a piece of furniture that my Uncle Pat had fixed for her. I took her station wagon and went down to furniture store, had to park in the back near the back door. This young man, I'll call him that, very effeminate came out and asked me what I was doing. I told him I was there to pick up a piece of furniture for my aunt. He huffed inside and told me to lift it, he didn't want to hurt his back. He was dressed in boy clothes, but very tight and he had no pockets on his pants and he wore loafers without socks on. He also had pretty long hair that looked like it had been set at the beauty parlor. I had met my Uncle Pat's toy boy.

Uncle Pat was anything but straight. By the time I figured out the toy boy, and the 'poker' nights with the boys, other gay men he hung out with I was pretty good at finding out where the gay bars were. I still had my book, but had other resources, that could be bought mail order from the back of the Green Sheet on the corner. I had posted a couple of adds in the Green Sheet, things like 'want to meet' and 'been thinking of it'. I had a couple of answers and had met this one man but nothing came of it.

It was time for me to cross over and get personal. It was with one of my classmates at the college, We had met in class and become friends and he had asked me over to watch the final game of the season. He presumed to be a jock, but he wore his pants tight. I had spotted his bulge and he knew I liked it. At his apartment he was in a tank top and very short gym shorts with only a jock strap. He offered me a beer and we sat on the sofa. His hairy legs right beside me. From time to time he would have to readjust his jock strap. Not that that went unnoticed. Then, just like that, he got up and said it was too much of a bother and took his shorts off and the jock strap. There he was, his penis staring at me.

I don't recall really if he said something, all I know is that with his penis there I just leaned forward and sucked it. I sucked him until he was in a full erection and he sucked my dick and we had time to get on with it. He was prepared and had some anal lube but we went bare no condom. It was amazing, as you can expect, really amazing. Your first time baby, and yes it was, my first time.

I have my book, it's a prized possession. Uncle Pat is as queer as they get and I'm sure that my aunt never got some. Uncle Pat had this toy boy and that toy boy and his gay pals that he played poker with. The furniture and art store closed when he retired and they moved to Florida to be near a friend of his. I'm sure, it can't be that my aunt never figured out that Uncle Pat was gay. Maybe she had something else going on the sideline.