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Most Embarassing Coming Out Uncle Jon was much older then my Dad. He was almost like a second grandfather tome. And since I was named after him, he took a spe- cial liking to me..at least that's the reason everyone thought. I'd go to his house often to help him out with things like lawn work, house cleaning, laundry and sometimes stay over the weekend. He took me places my own Dad didn't have time to. Beach, race track, theme park, bowling, films and just car trips up and down the coast. I grew up loving him and could always count on him to listen to whatever kid problems I had...teenage problems came and he'd listen to those too....but it usually took some prying to get me to talk about them. But one by one, I talked about my acne, pubic hair, getting along with the other kids, my attraction to naked boys, double dating mistakes and even masturbation. He'd listen, talk and advise...never judging me or telling me I was right or wrong....but always that despite what I thought all the other kids my age were asking the same things..but many didn't have anyone to ask. I did..and he was always there. Even the night I got picked up by the cops after pickpocketing some rubbers. He asked me why I wanted rubbers and I didnt' tell him. The truth was I just wanted the other kids to think I was having sex. But I had to confess to Uncle Jon I wasn't having sex...not even with boys. He asked..and I answered. It didn't seem strange for him to ask that question..after all he knew I had wondered by I got excited when I saw body builders and some of the seniors in my school while they were working out. His basement was a gym. Free weights, benches, universal machines and even one of those bow master gadgets. As time went on, I made a habit of going there and using the stuff....sometime with him there and other times by myself. I watched carefully at my body to see if it were getting bigger.. you know, bigger biceps, rippled stomach, developed chest. It didn't seem like anything was happening. But Uncle Jon said I was nuts..he could see the changes..so I kept on working out. Parties...well, Jon had several. And I usually helped him set them up and sometimes stayed for them...especially since I usually help- ed clean up afterwards. Some were mixed with men and women...others were just his men friends. He had several of these parties. Sometimes the men came with younger men too. I guess I was in a fog....never realizing who these men were until years later. It was just after my graduation...I had turned 18 on the same day. And my folks gave me presents then took off for a cruise to Europe, leaving me with Uncle Jon for the summer. It seemed strange to me they took off like that, but Jon and I were already planning trips to Hawaii, Mexico, Canada and it was going to be one hell of a summer. "Kind of a three month graduation present" Uncle Jon said. We were sitting around in a small party group one night.....I had been drinking beer and smoking dope a bit. Jon was a bit drunk too and started to brag about me..... He made me stand up and flex for the other men...they laughed and applauded especially after Uncle Jon made me take my shirt off. I was embarassed as hell at first..but realized their praise made me feel good. Maybe my body had developed I thought and I wouldn't be such a geek at college in the fall. The men talked about their boys too. One or two that were there were soon shirtless and flexing too. My cock stirred as I watched them do that. One was tall slim and had an unbelievable rippled stomach. Another had nipples that stood out ... so much he could put clothes pins on them..and did. A third, who seemed closer to my age had a huge chest and could flex each pectoral separately. My cock was rock hard...and I was glad I was wearing loose shorts. "While we're bragging, let's talk about what counts. How big are they?" Laughter, comments and then bragging. I realized they were talking about cock size and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. One kid was told to stand and show his off...he dropped his jeans and let his long cock swing back and forth. My own cock got harder watching. That was the first time I could stare openly at another mans dick without worrying anyone would catch me. Out of the corner of my eye in school gym classes, I had tried to see what sized were around me...how I compared. My cousin Dory had a nice size one and let me see it one summer when were young. I reciprocated..but that was the only other time, I did anything like that openly. I jumped...Uncle Jon's hand was up my shorts and had a hold of my erection. "My boy here has them all beat...dont' you little Jon? He's at least nine inches and thick as a wrist" The men were laughing and one telling his friend to find a ruler. The kid came back with one in his hands. "Come on, show em" Uncle Jon still had a hold of my hard cock and was pulling it out of the leg of my shorts. I heard muttering and comments that told me it was impressive. I suspected it was pretty good size as it took both my hands to jack it off sometimes...which made it even wilder for me. "Get your hand off the boys meat so we can measure it for real," someone said, and Uncle Jon's hand released me. But then they pulled my shorts down. My erection pointed out at them all..and that got some applause. The kid measured it....I almost came since it was the first time anyone else had touched my dick..especially when it was hard. "When did you suspect you had a freak for a nephew" someone asked. I knew it when I bathed him as a little boy..then he would swim outback .. you know skinny dipping and I knew he'd be hung like me. That got some jeers and pretty soon Uncle Jon had dropped his pants too. And the kid measured him and me back and forth. "Nine" came the announcement about me "fuking ten" came the one about Uncle Jon. "Dont' worry kid, it'll grow" he said to me and everyone laughed. Bar-b-cue and drinks later....the kid who had measured me came over to me. "Do you and him do it?" It took a moment for me to really realize what he was asking. The thought had never entered my head until that moment. I thought of Uncle Jon's long ten inch dick and things I could do with it. I had had thoughts about oral sex with men before..he knew that from our talks. Even had a dream or two about getting butt fucked by my cousin...he knew about that too. But Uncle Jon never tried to do anything with me....maybe he didn't like me afterall. "Can I see it again?" We went into a back bedroom where the kid lowered my shorts and held my cock, now soft, like it was something precious. His lips touched it then his tongue and soon he was sucking on it. If any of you remember the first time that something happened un- expected let alone it being your "first" time..you know that I was in a state of mixed panic, pleasure, embarassment, confusion and passion....I must have choked the kid with my cock. I was swinging my hips into his face..and gasping for breath. My hands were all over his head, bare shoulders and reached for his nipples. It was the kid with the huge nipples so I grabbed them.. which seemed to make him suck me even harder. I came in rivers....even after my big dick was out of his mouth.. it was spurting jism all over him. We went back into the living room and suddenly everyone applauded. I turned bright red of course and I saw the kid still had my spunk all over his face, bare chest and one or two spots on his black shorts. "Me next," someone yelled and laughter was heard. "Congratulations..it's now official..this is your coming out party," Uncle Jon announced. The party continued with men dancing, porn on the television and men kissing and gropping each other. More then one would talk to me while touching my bare thighs and move up into the leg of my shorts. I didnt' stop them....it felt good..and my cock seemed to respond meeting them half way. Hands rested on my butt and squeezed as the guests talked and joked with me. "Tired?" Uncle Jon said after everyone had left. We had only to turn on the dishwasher since the entire group helped clean up. I had put my hand up the shorts of one of the other kids..and felt his bare butt that night. "We can't tonight..but when can I come over?" he asked and I told him to call me. "Yes Sir" I smiled at my Uncle Jon "Come on" he said and I followed him into his bedroom. I had slept with him over the years from time to time....when I was little and sometimes later too. It was usually when we felt close.....and I gladly felt his big hairy arms around me as I slept forgetting whatever troubles I was having in school, family, life or ... well you know. He took my shirt off and then my shorts..leaving me naked. He led me into the shower and we did what we had done only once before...soaping each other head to toe. It was when I was a little kid and he was bathing me...I asked him who bathed him and he got in the tub. In retrospect, I guess what he did wasn't really a good thing..but it didn't bother me and I got to touch another man in special places..but I didn't realize it was anything special. That night, it was special. We fondled, kissed, caressed and he jacked me until I exploded while the hot water splashed down on us. We snuggled in his bed...both of us naked..his big hairy arms around me. I touched his cock and played with it until it was hard. "Be careful, it will spit at you" he said. Then I decided to do something I hadn't done yet.....and it made him gasp. My mouth kissed and worshipped his swallowed cock. "You sure you want to..? you don't have to kiddo." he said while he stroked my hair. I didn't answer but grew more hungry..determined to make him feel like the kid had made me feel earlier. His cum covered my face and chest. His tongue wiped it away from me...and I slept in his arms. The summer proceeded.....Uncle Jon got me my own phone line.... because I was getting calls on his line all the time. The kid from the party, the one I gropped, came over the next day and introduced me to buttfucking..he loved it and wanted me to do it again and again. Uncle Jon kept reminding me to be safe and bought me a box of rub- bers and some lubricant..telling me things about squeezing the tip of the rubber and withdrawing as soon as I could after cumming and other point. He took me to a clinic where we both took an HIV test and I learned all about that horrible part of being who I was. Jon and I got the nicknames of Big Jon , that was me and Big Big Jon..that was him. Parties, orgies, nude beaches, hikes, sleepovers, dates and more became to take over my life. Our road trips included meeting friends of Uncle Jon's ... I was suprised how many friends he had in other states and cities..even in Puerto Vallarta. "Thank god for the internet" he said one day after cumming all over the brown naked body of a boy about my age we met in Mexico. I had just pulled out of the kid too. It was one hell of a hedonistic, educational and coming out summer for me..thanks to Uncle Jon. But dear to me is the photo I keep hidden...a shot of me standing up with Uncle Jon's hands pulling my erection out of my shorts at that party..the most embarassing coming out I have ever heard of. I gotta add that at the end of the summer, I visited Dory. He was going to college too. We drank and talked and I showed him the photo....he was astounded as I told him what happened. "You mean Uncle Jon is gay?" he said. "Yep me too" I said..realizing it was the first time I was actually telling someone out of Uncle Jon's group. "Wanna fuck?" Dory laughed as he began to strip. So we fulfilled our years of teasing each other and fucked each other's asses and mouths that week...and then went our own way. College was much more fun, educational and maturing for me... especially since I didnt' fight the coming out problems, dating hassles or sexual frustrations that many of the other freshmen were. Of course, I helped out as many as I could. My sizable dick seemed to appeal to many ... even if they weren't gay. Uncle Jon visited me often and we would cruise the campus....his ability to pick out the "brethern" amazed me. His ability to pick them up despite his age was also laudible..of course they could see the large package he carried around. One which I never realized was there...until my night..my party... my most embarassing coming out party. Thank you Uncle Jon...I hope I can be someone's Uncle Jon someday. __________________________________________________________________ Kristen's collection - Directory 7 - Text 8322
by Don Azars
Gay Taboo-incest Medium M
analexhibitionismoral
confessionaleducational
2.3k words 11 min
Reform School Boys - Lesson 1 Squeaking rubber on polished hardwood floors, panting in circles about the perimeter of the gym, he didn't notice the two boys keeping pace on either side of him; he wasn't aware of their subtle movements, a foot snaking in front of his ankle, a shoulder brushing his. Thompson was only aware of a painful oxygen debt, his lungs were burning, his feet were sore, he'd lost count of the number of laps they'd been forced to run, his teeth ached at the base and he knew he'd puke soon if he wasn't allowed to stop. He was aware of the floor rushing up at his face; his knees and wrists and chin were sliding across the smooth varnish, peeled raw, before he even knew he was going down. A shrill whistle brought the circling band of boys to an abrupt, squeaky halt. "Thompson you goddamn spastic fuck-up, what the HELL are you doing??" Mr Karn bellowed at the boy lying on his back in the middle of the floor, clutching at his oozing knees and elbows, his face contorted in agony, his body rolling as he savagely bit his lip to keep from crying out. "I tripped, SIR" Thompson continued rolling, his eyes squeezed tightly shut with the effort not to cry out. Karn walked slowly to where the boy lay prone, stood above him. "Get up you miserable candy-ass." When Thompson didn't move except to continue writhing, Karn reached down to grab him by the hair, pulling him roughly to his feet, clutching at the hand locked in his scalp. "Oww leggoame!" "Gimme ten more laps!," Karn bellowed at Thomp- son "The rest of you hit the showers." Sneakers pounded the floor as the rest of the class hustled to obey. They ranged in age from 15 to 17, the oldest group of delinquents housed in Middlefield School for Boys. It sounded like a posh boarding school. It was a high security prison for youths not quite violent enough to merit being tried as adults. Thompson limped to obey. He'd been alone with the gym teacher often enough to be eager to comply. Karn kept a heavy wooden paddle in his office; well- oiled, well-worn, a double row of neat holes cut at regular intervals to lessen air resistance, do more damage, and Thompson had already twice felt it's length slamming into his naked backside in the week and a half since he'd been transferred to Middlefield. That only happened for the worst offenses, otherwise Karn only slapped him around a bit. Thompson staggered around the perimeter of the gym, trying not to pay attention to his raw, bruised knees and elbows, his aching lungs, his tired swollen feet. For the nine-hundred and forty-eighth time he replayed the heist in his head. Car-jacking was supposed to be easy. You ran up to a car stopped at a light, pointed a gun at the driver's head and when they got out of the car with piss all over their lap you and your partner hopped in and drove off. Except that goddamn rich bitch screamed and he panicked and shot her in the head. He didn't mean to, he tried to tell that to his lawyer, to the shrinks, but he was just a dumb-ass no good piece of worthless white trash whose family was so pathetic they didn't manage to crawl out of the ghetto when the blacks and Puerto Ricans took over and everyone knew the lawyers worked for the rich slobs, how the hell did he expect any fucking justice?? He hated that rich bitch, for fucking up his life. It was SUPPOSED to be easy, and anyway he didn't MEAN to kill her. The lawyer said well what the fuck were you carrying the gun for if you didn't intend to shoot anything? The stupid jerk didn't KNOW what it was like, rich college asshole. Thompson felt lunch rising in his stomach; he wasn't in all that great shape, he knew that goddamn good and well; otherwise he might've outrun the lunatic good samaritan that chased him down right in the middle of the fucking worst neighborhood in the city... christ you couldn't even count on people to mind their own fucking business anymore, to "not get involved". He lurched toward the wastebasket in the corner of the gym and heaved creamed tuna and string beans into the bin. Karn was right behind him. Six foot two, beefy, an ex-marine who really enjoyed his work. He clamped a beefy hand around the back of Thompson's neck and squeezed, pulling Thompson to his feet when he'd fin- ished spitting the remnants of lunch into the pail. "Twenty more laps!" Karn barked in Thompson's ear as he squeezed his neck harder. Thompson was 16, nearly six feet tall, sporting a few scraggly hairs that he liked to think constituted a moustache, but he was flabby and out of shape and no match for the gym teacher. Too much smoke and booze. He knew he'd never finish another lap. Screw it. "Fuck you." He whispered it. A horrible para- lyzing fear washed over his body, he couldn't have moved if he'd tried. Just like when the rich bitch's skull had exploded. Slow motion, like a Peckinpah movie. Thompson was scared witless, he wanted to run, to strike at the meaty hand squeezing his neck muscles, but he was frozen. His dick was making a tent out of the front of his baggy gym shorts. It had done the same thing when he pulled the trigger. Terror. It made him hard. Without speaking, Karn grabbed Thompson's left arm, twisted it up his back, pushing him relentlessly towards his office, meeting virtually no resistance from the dazed boy. Not that he would have been able to resist the older stronger heavier man. The door slammed shut. "Drop-em," Karn whispered menacingly at Thompson as he stood facing the mute, frozen boy, arms folded, ice blue eyes boring into his skull. Thompson shifted his gaze from the terrifying image of the enraged man. Too calm. Dead calm. Eye of the hurricane calm. His dick was poking at the front of his gym shorts, terror making him hard. He didn't want his hard-on to be exposed, ridiculed. When he didn't move, Karn lurched forward, yanked Thompson's shorts around his knees, yanked his jock down, and stepped back, arms again folded, drilling his unblinking gaze at Thompson's meager bush, at his erect cock and swollen balls. Karn stood for nearly a full minute, stone cold, staring at the boy standing before him with his shorts around his knees, quaking and flapping his arms, cold sweat staining his t-shirt, wanting to cover his shame, but knowing it would fur- ther enrage the man in control of the situation. "You know the drill." Karn hissed, gave his perfect grayish blond flat-top a quick backward brush, the only indication of his intense excitement. "Over the desk, legs spread." "MOVEIT!" he bellowed, when Thompson stood, frozen to the spot. Jolted from his paralysis Thompson turned, lay the upper half of his torso on the spotless surface of the teacher's desk, careful not to bump the pen set, disturb the carefully placed pencil cup and paper- weight. He clasped his hands behind his neck, bent at the waist, legs spread, pale bony buttocks exposed for punishment, his balls dangling down between his legs, his cock refusing to wilt as much as Thompson tried to will it. Karn pulled his cherished paddle down from it's place on his wall, caressing it's length. He allowed himself a small anticipatory smile as he hefted the weapon in his right hand, stepping up behind the boy. He knew the kid was mortified at his erection; over the years though, he'd watched plenty of cum spatter the front of his desk, pounded out of countless boys' balls from the sensations aroused by his beatings. "Count," he ordered Thompson. The Thompson kid irked him. He was a whiner, a weasel. The other boys despised him, hounded him mercilessly, pummelled him, tripped him, stole his things, ate his desserts, smoked his cigarettes, because he let them. He didn't fight back. Instead he complained to the staff. He was weak. Karn still found it impossible to picture the kid cacking anybody. Thompson paused a breath. This was almost the worst part, it made him feel like he'd asked for it, that he wanted it. But he knew the longer he waited the harder the paddle would fall. "one." he whispered, flinching, tensing, wait- ing for the first blow to fall. "ONE," he blurted, much louder. He barely had time to register the whistling sound of the paddle travelling through the air when a hard, white hot pain exploded over his ass-cheeks, the loud crack of wood slamming into his flesh ringing in his ears. He gasped as his body slid forward on the desk from the force of the blow, unable to stop his forward motion with his hands clasped behind his neck. He managed to keep his knees from buckling, and asked for the second blow. "Two." Another loud crack and Thompson cried out, unable to stop a moan from escaping his tightly closed lips. He slid forward again; his erection still blossoming, his hands clasped behind his neck. "Three." He croaked out. It was necessary to keep the blows coming as fast as possible, it hurt less that way, perhaps only because Karn had less time to aim, less time to gather his strength. The paddle slammed into his reddened, bruised buttocks, and Thompson loosed a high-pitched scream, his knees buckling from the force of the blow. "Four!" he wailed, recovering his balance just as the paddle made contact, sending him to his knees, as he slid backward off the desk. Thompson shrieked, unable to stop the flow of tears unleashed by the pain coursing through his ass. Karn waited patiently, unblinking, as Thompson slowly staggered to his feet. He re-arranged the desk blotter and shakily lay back down over the desk and clasped his hands behind his neck. Karn expertly eyed his handiwork. The purple blotches rising on Thompson's ass were a testament to Karn's years of practice; the holes in the paddle added an extra dimension to the art-form, made drawing blood more likely. Two more blows and he was certain he would be rewarded with the red liquid. Karn always stopped after he drew the first bit of blood; he knew the goddamn social workers would be all over the place if some punk rapist got a little too banged up when he was disciplining them. "five." Thompson choked out, trying to control his shaking voice. A loud crack reverberated in the small space of the office, as the paddle fell again, compressing his buttocks and sending him lurching for- ward on the desk. He wailed, loosing another high- pitched scream. The conscious part of his pain-clouded brain barely registered the pleasure it experienced as the engorged head of his cock brushed the smooth sur- face of the desk. "SIX," he shrieked. He nearly collapsed from the force of the paddle landing yet again on his tor- tured cheeks, the sound of wood meeting flesh echoing around the room. "Done." Karn eyed the large boy sobbing wetly on his desk blotter, small splotches of blood glisten- ing on the purple mass of weals coloring his buttocks. Thompson moved to rise, suddenly painfully aware of his stiff tool bobbing beneath his bent form, his swollen balls aching for release. He was desperate to find a private place to jerk some pleasure out of the awful, agonizing, humiliating paddling he'd just endured. Karn moved in, grabbing Thompson by the back of the neck and effortlessly pinned the exhausted boy to his desk. "Did I say you could get up?" he hissed men- acingly. "No no noo..." Thompson whimpered patheticly, petrified. He'd never had to withstand more than six before... Karn snorted impatiently at the quivering boy he held to his desk. The kid was scared shitless, his head turned sideways, ear to the desk, his face pointed away from his menacing presence. He'd seen other boys, smaller and weaker, endure worse and still come up fighting. This particular kid disgusted him, rankled him more than any he could remember. "What did you say to me out there?" He leaned in dangerously close to Thompson's exposed left ear, he could feel Thompson's whole body shaking. The pimply overgrownlittle puke. Thompson didn't want to say it again, but he knew he had to, he had no choice. "fuck you." he squeaked miserably, tears leaking from his eyes. "Fuck you?" Karn's voice leaked venom. "yes sir," Thompson was glad he was able to remember the 'sir' part. "You're not MAN enough to 'fuck me'..." Karn would really teach this kid a lesson. He'd taught countless other boys the same lesson, the one's foolish enough to spit those words at him in their impotent rage. Paddling these boys always got him hard, he usually sent them away afterward and then whacked off in private. But he'd been wanting to teach Thompson this lesson ever since he'd showed up at Middlefield. Karn stepped up behind Thompson's abused but- tocks and lowered his shorts. With strong muscular hands he pulled Thompson's cheeks apart; Thompson wailed and began crying afresh as Karn's fingers drove into his tortured flesh. Positioning the head of his cock against Thompson's tight young hole, Karn cleanly thrust his hard cock into Thompson's anus, bulldozing his way through the stunned wall of muscle that clutched at his stick in an attempt to expel the alien invasion. Thompson shrieked, impaled, his gym teacher's dick buried to the base in his ass, his tortured but- tocks being further abused by the hairy groin scraping his cheeks, his already pain-crazed brain overloading at the burning pain now spreading *inside* his ass as well as on the surface. Karn leaned over the boy he had pinned to his desk with his dick. "No Thompson, It's 'fuck YOU!'" Karn began balling in earnest, slamming his cock in and out of the tight virgin ass he held helplessly in his control, grunting as the boy beneath him shrieked and twisted, unable to withstand the torturous sensation of his virginal chute being so violently violated. Karn humped furiously, reaching below Thompson's twisting bucking hips, and clutched the hard cock he found there. He stroked furiously, pulling at Thompson's shaft painfully hard, in time with his thrusting motions in his ass. Karn let go when he felt the kid's dick jerk in the first indi- cation of orgasm, and humped furiously, enjoying the bastard's screams of helpless agony. Thompson howled, begging the man pistoning in his ass to stop, sure he was being killed by the cock drilling into him, even as gouts of his cum splashed from the head of his cock onto the front of the desk. He moaned in pleasure, crying from humiliation, tor- tured to the point where he couldn't decipher one physical sensation from the next as the burning, tear- ing pain spreading through the lower half of his body began to resemble ecstasy. And still Thompson kept his hands locked behind his neck as his body was buf- feted about by the cock grinding insistently into him; terrified of what might happen if he varied from "the procedure." Karn stood up from where he had been leaning over Thompson's back and grabbed Thompson's butt, his nuts swelling, his groin lurching as he felt himself ready to explode. He began slamming wildly in and out of the boy's brutalized ass as Thompson moaned, the fresh pain from the hands clutching his ass-cheeks freshly inspiring his young cock. Karn came in long thick spurts, each gusher of jizz punctuated by an especially hard thrust that made Thompson howl even as his cock bobbed expectantly. Karn pulled his dick out of Thompson's ass, pulled up his shorts and moved back to let Thompson rise. "Go shower down." Thompson stood painfully, choking and sobbing, his face swollen and tear-streaked, a colorful com- plement to his purple, swollen, slightly bloodied buttocks. He pulled his gym shorts up to cover his humiliation and walked stiffly out of the office, his back turned to the man who had just enjoyed the pleasures of his tight young rectum. Karn stared impassively at the retreating back of the boy he had just taught his particularly special lesson. A job well done, in his estimation. He smiled almost imperceptibly.
by Mark E. Dassad. (C) 1992
Teacher-student Taboo Medium F ⚠︎ underage
age-gapanalcoercion
darkhumiliating
2.9k words 14 min