talesfromlastsummer: I didn’t meet my uncle until I was 19 years old. He lived across the coun
talesfromlastsummer: I didn’t meet my uncle until I was 19 years old. He lived across the country for years up until now, when he decided to come be with the rest of our family. I guess the divorce really hit him hard. And it was obvious that he missed the sex, I could tell by looking at him that it had been a regretfully long amount of time since he’d had a load sucked out of him. I had no clue how to bring this up- I didn’t know if he would invite my interest in him, or have the reaction that most adults would have if their nephew started hitting on them. I started by getting his phone number, in case of emergencies I claimed, which, sure, was true. The first night that I texted him, he seemed confused. The conversation was tame, small talk, and we continued on that way for a few weeks, never really saying a whole lot. I wished him good morning every morning, and one day, he was the first one to text me wishing me a good morning. It became routine, we would message each other back and forth through the day, talking about work, or family. He even asked me about if I had a girlfriend, and I knew that this was the path I wanted to go down. I told him no, and he asked why, claiming that I was a handsome young man. I answered truthfully, telling him that I’m gay, and to my surprise, it didn’t seem to phase him. We talked about relationships, I told him about the three boyfriends I’ve had in the past, and he told me about his wife, why it didn’t work out. I told my Uncle that she must be crazy to leave a man that’s so good looking. He said that apparently she didn’t think so, and that for two years she’d hardly touched him. Why, isn’t your cock big enough for her? I asked. The picture that I received in return made my jaw drop. You tell me, kid. -- source link
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