Hudson Family Tales Pt. 07 - Sex Stories

Hudson Family Tales Pt. 07

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"That's what I like to hear," said Uncle John, clicking down a column of boxes on his screen. "Alright, kind of a weird question, but I have to ask... In the last year, have you been sexually active?"

The moment of truth. I hesitated to answer. Not only had I become sexually active, but in the last month both Dad and Pop had penetrated both ends of me. Not to mention my first time fucking anyone had just occurred that one afternoon at Pop's when he let his ass sink onto my throbbing dick in his bed.

For some reason, I felt unsure Uncle John knew anything about it. I shook my head.

"No sex?" Uncle John asked, perplexed. "A strapping young buck like you? Are you sure you're not just embarrassed? Come on, you can talk to your Uncle John. I bet you've gotten a little frisky with at least a few girls by now."

Suddenly, I was even more sure he hadn't heard what Dad and Pop had done with me. And on top of that, why would Uncle John ask if I've been girls? Apparently in my family we still weren't talking about the fact that I was gay.

A few years back, Dad and Kyle caught me fooling around with my neighbor. Nick was in my class, and when he came over to study one afternoon, somehow all we seemed to study were each other's bodies. Kyle and Dad walked in to ask what I wanted for dinner, right as I was in the middle of tasting my first encounter with young manhood.

I thought it was the end for me, but no.

Dad just closed my door, then he and Kyle ...

... left the house. Later that night when they came home, all Dad said was that he hadn't seen anything. Kyle agreed. And that was that. It was never spoken of again.

Even if Kyle or Dad hadn't told Uncle John about what they saw with Nick, I always thought he just knew. Now I was realizing that must have been in my head.

"I don't think girls like me much," I said. "I'm kind of a loser with girls." I wasn't sure why that's what came out, but it escaped my lips before I thought much about it.

"Now, wait a minute," Uncle John said, turning his full attention from his computer to me, "Don't be talking about my nephew like that." He put his palms on my knees the way Pop had, and I looked down at his firm hands resting over my work pants. "Hey, look at me," said Uncle John, and when I met his direct hazel stare, he said, "You're a good-looking guy. Women will always be there. The first thing you should do is learn to love yourself."

The heat from Uncle John's hands seemed to travel up into my boxers, and as my penis began to tingle, I told myself silently to calm down. Maybe Uncle John was about to invite me to explore with him like Pop had when he touched my legs like this.

But then, unlike Pop, Uncle John took his hands away.

I was more confused than ever. He faced his computer again, and silently read through the next questions.

So much for that, I thought.

"Do you touch yourself?" Uncle John said, his eyes laser focused on the screen.

I was stunned. The ...