Best week ever at Uncle John’s Part 1

I was very young when I began to notice urges that were not spoken of as being common amongst boys my age. I was jerking off by and sliding things in and out of my ass by the time I was a teen. The urges to slide objects in and out of my bottom escalated to include hair brushes, plastic rods, and the occasional tooth brush. But there was one thing I knew I must have inside me… I guess people could say I had daddy issues, but horny bi-sexual that was abandoned by their father probably has plenty of issues that tie into their sexuality. I wanted my uncle to own me and be my daddy.

When I would sit on Uncle John’s lap, I felt the limp unit that was much larger than mine. He let me sit in his lap all the time. Whenever I saw him in a chair I would run up and plop right into his lap, but when I became “too old” to sit in his lap it became an obsession to find a way back on his lap. As a teenager, I ached to sit in his lap to feel the soft lumps that pressed against my boxer short clad ass.
The summer of my 18th birthday I stayed with him for a couple of days, and one day I found myself staring at his lap. My mouth was watering and my ass was puckering. That’s when I knew what I needed. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to suck him and ride him like all those sluts I saw in those porn movies that he hid in his closet.

But, how?! How could I ride my uncle, who by all means of appearance was straight? When he left to go to the store across town, I decided I was going to either find blackmail material or justification for me to put my proverbial ass on the line. I began to dig through his closet and found the usual porn mags and movies.