I Feel Like Sharing My Path To Seduction

Now that I'm older and past the age of heavy responsibilities, and living alone I find that I enjoy sharing my story of seduction. I enjoy reading and hearing about how a man crosses that Rubicon, to never go back. My story is normal to those who have been there, but shocking to those that want to make believe that it never happens. One day a man is going to put a dick in your face and you are going to suck it. That's the beginning. Whether or not he makes love to you is really irrelevant, its when you hold a hard dick in your hand for the first time, and suck a man's dick that you know you are queer.

As I say, when this happens you are pretty young. You may have had thoughts or fantasies. You may have looked at the other boys in gym, or after the swim meet. But you always were attracted to a dicks. Naked girls, who needs them, not when you hold that black and white picture of a hard dick in your hands and admire every inch of it. So who seduced you? Where?

The man who seduced me was my uncle by marriage. He married my aunt when he was in the army, and she was a college girl because she got pregnant. It was his superior officer that forced him to get married, and stood guard while he did at the local JP court. The army didn't fuck around, they had a reputation, and army boys knocking up local girls wasn't one they wanted. My uncle was gay, but in those days that was something that was swept under the rug.

My aunt wanted three children, which she had. I was same age as one of them, and we were close friends and hung around together. When you are thirteen or thereabouts you notice little things. My uncle had meticulously groomed hands. His mustache was always perfect, he used a lot of cologne. He was a 'dandy', he dressed in the latest fashions. And he had friends that he played cards with, who were dandies like him. But if I was the only one that noticed, I don't know because it was never a topic of conversation.

As I said, I was thirteen and I was at my uncle's house and my cousin was in the bathroom, and my uncle gave me a 'great big hug'. He told me I was growing up pretty nice and rubbed my head, and patted me on the butt before he moved on. After that I always saw things in his eyes, he always hugged me a bit too long, and he kissed me on the cheek when he saw me. I suppose that a normal kid would have avoided him, but I liked being hugged, and I liked being kissed on the cheek. I liked it when he put his hand on my butt cheek to hold me. I liked being around his friends when they got together to play poker.

One of those days the kiss on the cheek was a kiss on the lips. His lips were so smooth, and so sweet to me, and his mustache tickled me under my nose. It wasn't a very long kiss, but it was a solid kiss. That night I had my first 'wet dream'. I dreamt I was being kissed and kissed and kissed by him.

What happened next was that he followed me into the bathroom, and he told me to go first and he stood there with me, watching. He offered to help me shake it, and he stood behind me and took my penis in his hand and he gently shook off the last drop. He hugged me to him, and told me I was a real good boy. He had me stand by the washbasin as he took out his penis to pee. He told me I could hold it, to come over and hold his penis while he peed. When he was done he told me to shake it. If I wanted I could kiss his penis. That's when I held a dick in my hand and kissed a dick. That day.

It was another day when I sucked his hard penis, and another day that he lined me up and fucked me. I remember most those long hot kisses. I remember holding his hard dick in my hand. From that first time I held his dick, I wanted to kiss it.