Learning the Ropes With Uncle Marvin

For as long as I can remember I’d had an obsession with Uncle Marvin; growing up he was the ‘fun’ Uncle and almost every spare weekend possible was spent with both him and my Aunty Geri. Sadly they were unable to have a child of their own but for me this meant I was spoilt rotten by them both and they would happily whisk me away from my parents at a moment’s notice. It was on one of these unexpected adventures that I took those first uncertain steps from boy to man and where my story began.

I was what most people would call a late bloomer; short and scrawny with the sort of bright red hair that kids get bullied for at sixteen and then suddenly becomes sexy as you creep towards thirty and bright blue eyes. I didn’t begin to grow a single hair on my body until just before this first step into manhood took place and didn’t truly begin to understand puberty until just after. I was horny and angry all the time but didn’t have a clue what to do about it. Sex education was practically nonexistent save for an extremely uncomfortable conversation with my parents that nobody really want to be part of and I had very little access to the internet at the time.

At five foot six with a shaved head and chest and the sort of muscular body you get from hard physical work, as well as the almost constantly visible bulge in his tight jeans or tracksuit bottoms, my obsession with Uncle Marvin just couldn’t be helped; he was the man I wanted to grow up to be. I didn’t realise at the time that what I felt for Uncle Marvin was attraction and certainly didn’t understand that I was or even could be gay. I’d force myself to fantasise about girls like all the other lads at school and assumed that the attraction to my Uncle was simply a desire to be more like him.

Throughout my teenage years Uncle Marvin would usually take me swimming at least once a week and I’d often try to sneak a glimpse of his dick if I had the chance, usually when we hit the showers and he was soaping up his massive, hairless balls or afterwards when we were drying off and changing. His manhood wasn’t particularly long but I’ll never forget how thick it was or how the foreskin usually remained halfway rolled back down his purplish head. I realise now that the constant bulge in his trousers was caused by those huge balls pushing his dick forwards. After swimming I’d always feel ashamed of myself for checking out my Uncle but constant told myself it was simply for comparison and to make sure my body was growing to look just like his.

I’d just turned sixteen when Uncle Marvin and Aunty Geri took me away on a three week trip to the coast during the Summer Holidays and I received my first proper sex education. I was late to the party and despite the plague of almost constant hard-ons and weekly wet dreams I’d not let figured out how to take care of myself, despite overhearing and then attempting to imitate what I’d overheard other lads describe in the locker rooms. My Aunty must have made a comment to my Uncle Marvin about the stains in my underwear or about finding my sheets wet because towards the middle of the second week away Uncle Marvin joined me in the bedroom whilst my Aunty was out shopping.

We chatted for a few minutes about what we’d been up to so far and what else we’d be doing whilst away before venturing onto girls and asking what I knew about sex. I talked about what I knew and embarrassingly explained that although I kept trying to masturbate nothing ever seemed to happen and eventually Uncle Marvin asked whether I’d feel comfortable perhaps demonstrating what I was trying to do so that he could possibly point me in the right direction. I remember sweating at the time, my heart racing with nerves although my dick was rock hard and throbbing from our chat about sex, and precum had already visibly soaked through my shorts.

I felt safe with my Uncle Marvin and nodded, swallowed hard and then pulled down my shorts, cock springing out and leaking precum across my hand whilst I looked up and into my Uncle’s own deep blue eyes. He winked reassuringly and I remember him muttering ‘go on,’ in his deep, gruff cockney accent. I began to tug at my cock, foreskin rolling back and filling the room with that musky smell of sweat and piss that at the time I found embarrassing and yet now find so arousing.

After a few minutes fumbling with my dick Uncle Marvin reached across the bed and placed a heavy hand on my arm, shaking his head and smiling reassuringly.

“Watch me mate,” he said before standing and tugging open his belt and unfastening his faded blue jeans and letting them drop to the floor. His dick was semi-hard, head peeking through his foreskin and glistening with a droplet of precum, huge balls swaying halfway down his muscular thighs and moist with sweat. I swallowed hard in surprise as he rolled his t-shirt over his shaved head and then sat back down on the bed beside me. He looked across at me and winked before spitting into his hand and then reached down and rubbed the saliva over his meat whilst his spare hand reached down between his legs. Uncle Marvin took a deep breath and then groaned, his eyes burning into mine before flicking down towards his groin and then back up to my face.

I looked down and watched as his foreskin rolled back across the thick purple head and he used his hand to massage across the exposed mushroom, thumb flicking across the droplet of precum and smearing it beneath the rim and sighing as his spare hand cupped his heavy, hairless sack and pressed somewhere between his balls and arsehole. Reaching back down to my own dick I then began to mimic what my Uncle was doing and felt a hot, tingling sensation begin to rise from my own balls as my cock throbbed excitedly.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of Uncle Marvin’s meat which I think must have been perhaps four inches long but as thick as a can of cock; so thick that he couldn’t reach his own hand all the way around the shaft. He didn’t leak precum in the way that I did and instead would spit regularly into his first and then message the liquid over the head of his dick.

Pushing myself backwards onto the bed I lay myself against the pillows, legs spread as I watched my Uncle pleasure himself. He shifted and rose from the bed to stand beside me, the heat from his body radiating across mine and heavy, sweaty balls brushing across my arm. He grunted and, to my surprise, ejaculated across my belly, his thick white cum pooling in my belly button and running down my sides. I paused momentarily to run my hand through his semen before reaching that hand towards my lips. Uncle Marvin reached out and gripped my wrist, shaking his head and panting before pushing my trembling hand back down towards my cock.

My fingers gripped around my cock, his cum mixing with the liquid that leaked down my shaft to form a frothy white mixture, I cried out in shock and spasmed into my first conscious orgasm. Rope after rope of cum short from my pulsing dick and I gasped for air before slowing down to a stop before letting go of my cock.

“Nice one mate,” he muttered, winking at me before reaching down to the floor and grabbing his boxers to wipe off his hand and then penis before throwing them back at me and grinning. “Get yourself cleaned up.” Uncle Marvin then reached forward and gripped my shoulder. “You’re a man now!”