It's your dad's best friend's birthday. He's a motorcycle-riding, leather jacket wearing, bad boy. What present are you going to give him? More
Please note that this story contain explicit erotic and sexual content. Mature readers only. Reader discretion is advised.
Please further note that all characters depicted are of legal adult age (at least 21 or older).
Excerpt:My Uncle Nate wasn’t really my real uncle, but my dad’s best friend. I just call him Uncle Nate out of respect. Anyway, when I first realized I was attracted to men, Uncle Nate was the object of my sexual fixation. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about him. I was 21 years old before I could finally act on my desires.
That year, I was a horny young college student, who would stop at nothing to satisfy my homosexual cravings. I had hot affairs and steamy trysts with my fellow college students (all men, of course), but they were transitory and unsatisfying. They weren’t old enough for me. I needed and wanted someone older and hotter, with all the wisdom and experience of older and all the sexiness of hotter.
I desperately wanted Nate, or my Uncle Nate as I called him. As luck would have it, I went to visit him on his 40th birthday and all sorts of steamy things went down. Let me tell you a little about the past first.