Author: wolfcub
Title: Summer with Uncle, Part 1
Summary: A pre-teen boy is introduced to sex by his uncle.
Keywords: Mb 1st rim inc exhib

It was the summer of my tenth year that my world broadened. My mother 
had just gotten married to her boyfriend of two years. (She got 
pregnant with me when she was only 16. I never knew my father, and Mom 
never talked about him.) She had arranged for me to spend some time 
with her older brother so that she and Jake (that's her new husband) 
could have some time alone.

Uncle Ben is four years older than my mom and way more responsible. He 
was a computer programmer, and I guess he made a lot of money because 
he drove a BMW and lived in a nice house on several acres of woods. Mom 
never had much money, and we lived with Grandma and Grandpa until I was 
about five, when we moved into the small apartment, where we live, now.

I usually only saw Uncle Ben at Thanksgiving and Christmas, when we'd 
go to my grandparents' house, so I didn't really know him very well, 
and I was a little nervous about going to stay with him. He wasn't 
married, and he didn't have any kids. I didn't think I'd have anyone my 
age to play with, and I was a little upset about not getting to spend 
my time off from school with my friends.

Uncle Ben showed up about an hour before the wedding, and I sat with 
him during the ceremony. I hung out with him at the reception because 
Mom was too busy talking with friends, dancing with Jake, and doing 
other wedding stuff. It was pretty boring.

I guess Uncle Ben thought it was boring, too, because it was still 
pretty early when he said to me, "Come on, kid. Let's blow this joint." 
I wasn't sure if he was trying to be funny, or if he always talked like 
that, but the goofy tuxedo my mom made me wear was really getting 
uncomfortable.

The tuxedo had to be returned in the morning, so I had brought a change 
of clothes in a gym bag, in addition to the suitcase my mom had packed 
for me, which was already in Uncle Ben's BMW. 

Uncle Ben took me to an office and told me I could change in there. I 
thought he was going to wait outside, but when I didn't start getting 
undressed, right away, he said, "Are you going to change, or am I going 
to have to put you on the cake and leave you there?" I wondered if I 
was going to have to put up with his lame jokes all summer.

I started by removing the jacket and tie, then I sat down and took off 
my shoes and the dress socks I was wearing. I wasn't sure what to do, 
next, so I decided that it was safer to remove my shirt--maybe Uncle 
Ben would take the hint before I got too embarrassed.

No luck, so I unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down, and stepped out of 
them. It was strange being in front of Uncle Ben in nothing but my 
underwear. I was used to running around in front of my mom in just my 
boxers--I had even gotten used to Jake seeing me that--but, somehow, it 
was different in front of someone whom I didn't know very well.

I was even more uncomfortable because Uncle Ben seemed to be studying 
me. He looked me over carefully, from head to toe, as if he were trying 
to decide whether or not to keep me. When he realized that I knew that 
he was checking me out, he just smiled and kept looking me over.

I got my shorts out of my gym bag and quickly put them on, then I 
pulled on my t-shirt. While I was doing that, Uncle Ben picked up my 
bag, the tuxedo, and the dress shoes. He opened the door then turned to 
me and waited for me to follow him out of the office.

"Uncle Ben?"

"Hmm?"

"I need my shoes out of my bag."

"No, you don't. Let's go."

I hesitated, for a moment, but Uncle Ben was already walking down the 
hallway, so I had no choice but to follow after him.

I really didn't go barefoot, that often, so it felt really strange 
walking into the reception hall where everyone else was still all 
dressed up. I said goodbye to Mom, but she was too busy to do much more 
than just acknowledge that I was leaving and kiss me on the forehead. 
She didn't give any sign that she noticed I wasn't wearing shoes, but I 
did get some strange looks from the guests as Uncle Ben and I walked 
out.

The warm, rough concrete of the sidewalk was a stark contrast to the 
cool, smooth tile of the reception hall. It actually felt kind of good. 
Uncle Ben put my bag behind the seat and ushered me into his car. The 
plush floor mat was another, interesting sensation, and I enjoyed 
wiggling my toes against it.

"Are you up for some ice cream? There's a really good place, here in 
town, and I always hate to leave here without hitting it."

I knew the place he was talking about. It was one of those places where 
they mix up the ice cream for you with whatever toppings you want. It 
was expensive, and I'd only been there a few times--on very special 
occasions--so I quickly agreed with Uncle Ben that we had to go there.

Uncle Ben let me get whatever I wanted, so I got chocolate ice cream 
with cherries. I was going to ask for the waffle dish, but I remembered 
what Mom had said about not taking advantage of Uncle Ben's money; 
however, Uncle Ben must have noticed me eyeing it because he told me, 
again, that I could have whatever I wanted--no limits.

I was so excited about the ice cream that I had forgotten that I didn't 
have any shoes on until a few other people came in the store. No one 
said anything, but they did all look down at my bare feet like they 
were surprised. I was a little self-conscious, but I also found that I 
sort of liked being able to feel the different surfaces I was walking 
on.

When we were done with the ice cream, we walked down to the bookstore. 
I really enjoyed being able to feel the concrete, brick, tile, and 
carpet that we walked on. I was thinking that maybe I should try going 
barefoot more often.

Even though we had left the reception early, it was late by the time we 
got to Uncle Ben's house, and I was struggling to stay awake. 
Regardless, he insisted that I take a shower before going to bed, "I 
don't want a dirty, smelly boy messing up my sheets." I wasn't dirty or 
smelly, but I was too tired to argue.

Uncle Ben had a large bedroom with a huge bathroom opening off of it. I 
was surprised that the bathroom didn't have a door. There was just a 
wide opening in the wall separating the two areas.

In my groggy state, I didn't realized that Uncle Ben was getting 
undressed until he was naked. The only person I'd ever seen naked, 
before, was my mother, so I was quite surprised to see a large dick 
with two huge balls hanging down, all covered with hair. (Maybe they 
weren't all that large, but they looked big to a ten-year-old boy.)

While I was gawking, Uncle Ben removed my shirt and shorts. He was 
about to remove my boxers when I finally came to my senses and grabbed 
the waistband.

"Don't be embarrassed, Sport! We're both guys. There's nothing to be 
afraid of."

I really don't like being called afraid, and that's probably the only 
reason why I let Uncle Ben lower my boxers. 

I'd always thought my boy parts were on the small side, even though 
I've never had anything to compare them with. Next to Uncle Ben, they 
looked down right puny.

Uncle Ben could see that I was embarrassed. He mussed my hair and said, 
"There's nothing to worry about, Josh: You've got a nice little 
package, for a boy your age." That didn't help, especially since he had 
used the word "little".

The warm water of the shower did help me to relax, and I was getting 
more tired by the minute, so I didn't care much about how weird it was 
to be showering with a full-grown man.

Uncle Ben dried me off, then used a hair dryer on both me and himself. 
By this time, I was beginning to lose the battle to stay awake, so I 
didn't think anything about it when Uncle Ben put me in his bed, turned 
out the lights, then climbed in next to me. He started rubbing my 
back--which felt really good--and I finally surrendered to sleep.


I woke up startled by the feel of a hand on my naked butt. I quickly 
sat up, a little, pulling away from the hand. I saw Uncle Ben lying 
next me and remembered that we had showered together, last night, and 
that we had both gone to bed naked. 

The sheet that had been covering us had been pulled back, completely 
exposing both our bodies. I remembered how big Uncle Ben's penis had 
looked to me, last night. Now that it was stiff and pointing upwards, 
it looked humongous--especially when seen side-by-side with my own, 
little stub. 

"Good morning. Did you sleep alright?"

"I guess," was my feeble reply--I was still focused on Uncle Ben's 
boner.

"I haven't been with anyone for a few days. Do you mind if I take care 
of a little business before we get out of bed?"

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I said that it was okay 
with me. I guess my eyes must have gotten pretty big when Uncle Ben 
started stroking his dick because he laughed out loud.

"Do you want to join me?"

He laughed, again, at my puzzled look.

"I guess you're a little too young to have started, yet, huh? I think I 
was eleven."

He laid back on the bed and began stroking very fast. Unconsciously, I 
reached between my legs and adjusted my balls. 

"That's the idea!"

I quickly pulled by hand away and blushed. Uncle Ben reached over with 
his free hand and grabbed my balls. Like my penis, they were small, but 
they hung loosely in my sack, so he was able to get a good grip on 
them. I tried to pull away, but I couldn't do so without hurting 
myself. 

Uncle Ben massaged my balls while he continued stroking his dick. After 
I got over the initial shock, it felt surprisingly good. He was being a 
little rough, but it was just short of being painful. The slight 
discomfort seemed to contribute to the excitement that I was feeling.

Uncle Ben had me squirming pretty good when I noticed his body stiffen 
and saw a thick, white stream shoot from his dick. Several more, 
smaller streams followed, covering his chest and belly. He looked over 
at me and smiled--still holding my balls.

With the index finger of the hand he had been using to stroke himself, 
Uncle Ben wiped up a small amount of semen (I didn't know that that's 
what it was called, then). He held the finger up close to my face so 
that I could examine what was on it, then, without warning, he wiped 
the finger on the end of my nose.

Uncle Ben laughed as my face screwed up, and I wiped the stuff off of 
my nose. I looked at the fluid on my hand and was trying to figure out 
what to do with it when Uncle Ben ran his finger through another small 
puddle of semen then stuck his finger in his mouth and licked it clean.

I was a very curious boy and not at all squeamish. I looked at the 
stuff on my hand, sniffed it tentatively, then quickly lapped it up. 
Uncle Ben smiled his approval, then offered me a considerably larger 
portion on two of his fingers. I leaned forward to accept his offering, 
and he stuck his fingers into my mouth. I sucked them clean. The taste 
was strange, but I couldn't decide whether or not I liked it.

With the rough handling of my balls, I had gotten a boner, myself. 
Uncle Ben wiped up the rest of his semen with his hand and massaged it 
onto both my dick and my nut sack. His hand engulfed my two inches of 
stiff boy flesh.

I didn't pull away as he started stroking my boner, but then he started 
to tickle me with his other hand. I tried to fight him off, but he was 
too big for me. He was poking me under my arms and in my ribs, pinching 
my nipples, and squeezing my side while he furiously massaged my dick.

I got a sensation like I was going to pee, but I was laughing too hard 
to warn Uncle Ben. I felt the muscles around my dick contract, but 
nothing came out. Instead, I was overcome by the greatest feeling I had 
ever had up to that point in my life. 

My dick became very sensitive, but Uncle Ben kept stroking. I yelled, 
"Stop! Stop!" through my laughter, but he ignored me. I pushed and 
kicked at him, and he eventually let me go. I sat on the bed, breathing 
hard--and smiling at Uncle Ben. He pulled me close to him and cuddled 
me while I recovered from my first orgasm. (He told me what it was, 
later.)

After a while, he drug me into the shower with him. I didn't see 
why--since we had just taken a shower last night--but I found out that 
Uncle Ben likes to shower at least twice a day. My mom used to have to 
almost force me to take a bath; however, I never passed up an 
opportunity to shower with Uncle Ben.

He'd soap up my whole body, paying particular attention to my boy parts 
and--to my pleasant surprise--my butt hole. He told me how important it 
was to keep myself clean, there, and how most boys let themselves get 
pretty nasty. No one had ever told me, before, that I was supposed to 
wash myself there. He'd even wash inside. It felt really good to have 
his soapy finger in my butt!

When we were done showering (and blow-drying our hair), he dressed me 
in a pair of loose-fitting, short gym shorts with no underwear and a 
mesh muscle shirt that didn't quite cover my belly. (He seemed to have 
a dresser drawer full of clothes for me--I never wore anything out of 
my suit case, that summer). Of course, I went barefoot--which was fine 
with me. I was definitely liking it.

We went out for breakfast, and my bare feet got several, questioning 
looks, but no comments. After that, Uncle Ben said we needed to go 
grocery shopping because he didn't have any food in his house.

I got quite a few looks in the grocery store, and I realized that it 
wasn't just my bare feet. Unlike a lot of kids, my age, I spent a lot 
of time outside because my mom didn't like me hanging around the house. 
From all the running, climbing, and jumping I did, I had some pretty 
nice muscles--not like a body builder, but definitely not flabby. 

It occurred to me that Uncle Ben had dressed me to show off my body 
because anytime someone sized me up, he would smile. I suppose I should 
have been embarrassed, but, like my bare feet, I was beginning to enjoy 
showing off my body, myself.

When we were done putting away the groceries, Uncle Ben stripped and 
put on a really skimpy Speedo-type bathing suit and an over-sized 
t-shirt, then he removed my shirt and shorts. (I was wondering if he 
was going to keep dressing and undressing me for the rest of the 
summer. It turned out that he was. He always chose my clothes and put 
them on and took them off for me. My mom hadn't dressed or undressed me 
since I was about five years old, but I quickly got used to Uncle Ben 
doing it--and kind of enjoyed it, too.)

He reached into the drawer of clothes that he had for me and pulled out 
a bright red bathing suit. Like his, it was a "racer" (as Uncle Ben 
told me it was called). I guess Uncle Ben wasn't too sure about my size 
because my bathing suit was a little on the small side. My butt cheeks 
peeked out from the sides, in the back, and my boy parts made a 
noticeable lump, in the front. I tried to complain, but Uncle Ben said 
it was fine and that no one would notice once I was in the water, 
anyway.

I quickly forgot about my objections once we got to the beach. Mom 
never takes me to the beach, and I've only been a few times with 
friends, but I really like it--especially with Uncle Ben. He took his 
time carefully covering my body with sunscreen, then we built sand 
castles and played in the surf. I was a little nervous about going in 
the water, at first, but with Uncle Ben there, I soon felt safe.

Even though we had had a big breakfast, I worked up a serious hunger at 
the beach. After showering (again) at the outdoor showers by the 
parking lot, we walked down the boardwalk to a pizza place. It was very 
strange eating in a restaurant wearing nothing but a tiny bathing suit, 
but at the same time, it was kinda of cool--and Uncle Ben was really 
enjoying the looks I was getting.

During the car ride home, I asked Uncle Ben about this, "How come 
people keep looking at me funny?"

"Josh, you are a very handsome boy. No one probably has had a chance to 
notice, before, because--like most boys, today--you always wear those 
baggy clothes that keep everything hidden away. It's like walking 
around in a tent. Why do boys wear those things, anyway?"

"I don't know. It's what everyone wears."

"Yeah, but today, you've been showing off more of your body, and people 
like that. You've got some nice muscles covered with silky-smooth skin. 
You're like a work of art that people admire. I wish I could get away 
with showing you off completely nude because you have one of the cutest 
butts I've ever seen on a boy--and I've seen a lot of naked boy butts, 
before." 

I blushed at the thought of people checking out my bare butt. 
 
"In fact, when we get home, I'm going to strip off that swimsuit and go 
to town on that little butt of yours."

I wasn't sure what Uncle Ben meant, but I laughed, anyway. I found out 
when we got home.

True to his word, he picked me up out of the car and carried me over 
his shoulder to his bedroom then flung me onto his bed. I tried to 
crawl away, but he grabbed my ankle and drug me back towards him.

When he let go of my ankle to grab my bathing suit, I tried to get 
away, again. I managed to make some progress but left my bathing suit 
behind in the process. Uncle Ben quickly pounced on me, pinning me down 
near the edge of the bed by holding one of my thighs in each of his 
hands. I was totally unprepared for what happened next, and I froze in 
complete shock.

Uncle Ben pressed his face up against my butt so that his nose was 
buried in my crack. Then I felt his tongue push its way into my hole. 
The sensation was like his soapy finger times ten--million!

Uncle Ben slid his hands up, grabbed my butt cheeks, and spread them 
apart as far as he could, then he really started working on my hole 
with his tongue. He licked around it, over it, and pressed into it as 
far as his tongue would reach. He kissed and sucked and even nibbled, a 
little bit.

My dick got really stiff, and I instinctively started humping the bed. 
I was on the verge of having that great feeling, again, when Uncle Ben 
suddenly stopped licking me and pulled my hips up off of the bed so I 
couldn't rub my dick against it, any more.

When I was much older, I learned about edging and teasing and denial. 
Uncle Ben teased me all summer long. Every time we played sex, he would 
get me close to that wonderful feeling then stop me from going over.

At ten years old, I didn't really need to orgasm--fooling around was 
fun enough, by itself--but denying me release kept me a very randy and 
rambunctious boy--which is what Uncle Ben wanted, of course. He 
celebrated the wild, care-free nature of boyhood.

Uncle Ben got up, swatted me on the butt, and told me that he had some 
work to do. I was still worked up, so I followed him into the room he 
had set up as an office. As he sat down in his high-backed chair and 
started up his computer, I moved next to him and hung on his arm.

"Uncle Ben? Can't we play some more?"

"Why don't you go outside and explore around the house?"

"Oh, alright. What did you do with my shorts?"

"Why?"

"If I'm gonna go outside, I have to put my shorts on!"

"No, you don't! There's half an acre of woods, or more, on every side 
of my house. No one will see you."

I thought about how naughty it'd be to be outside with no clothes on, 
but I was too embarrassed by the thought of someone seeing me naked, so 
I settled for exploring the inside of the house.

Uncle Ben owned enough books to start his own library. He must have had 
bookshelves in every room of the house. He didn't seem to know much 
about libraries, though, because the books didn't seem to be in any 
particular order. There were some books grouped by subject, but I found 
other books on the same subject in other rooms.

I didn't see any books that would be of interest to kids, which, I 
suppose, made sense because Uncle Ben didn't have any kids, but I did 
come across some books that were of interest to me.

I found a large book called "Fun in the Sun". I thought it might be 
about things you can do at the beach. It was--sort of--if you can call 
going naked something to do at the beach.

On the cover was a picture of what I guessed was a mother and 
daughter--totally naked. They were standing by a swimming pool. The 
girl, who looked to be about seven or eight years old, was reaching up, 
trying to grab a beach ball that the mother was holding up in the air. 
Looking at the girl made me tingle, inside.

I leafed through the book, and there were dozens of photos of children 
and adults of all ages running around naked. (Well, they weren't all 
actually running, but you know what I mean.)

There were old ladies with wrinkly, sagging boobs, and young girls with 
small, round bumps on their chests. There were men who had dicks bigger 
than Uncle Ben's and other men with dicks that looked as short as 
mine--only a lot thicker.

I especially liked the pictures of the boys my age. I was disappointed 
that almost all of them had dicks bigger than mine, but there were a 
few who had tiny buttons that barely stuck out from their bodies. 

Also, I was surprised that so many of the boys--of all ages--had nut 
sacks that were pulled up so tight that you couldn't make out whether 
or not they actually had any balls. It seemed to be mostly the boys my 
age, or younger, who had the tight nut sacks, but my balls have always 
hung down away from my body. My mom has a picture of me as a 
baby--naked--and my balls even hung low, then.

On the shelf next to where I had found "Fun in the Sun" were several 
other large books that all had similar pictures in them. One was a book 
that seemed to be of a family because most of the pictures were of the 
same two girls and a boy at different ages ranging from about five, for 
the youngest girl, to about twelve for the boy, who seemed to be the 
oldest of the three.

My favorite was a book about twin boys. All of the pictures were of 
them between the ages of about six and ten. There were pictures of them 
taking a bath, together, wrestling on a bed, and reading a book 
together. 

I was really surprised by the pictures of them naked at the beach. 
Everyone around them--adults and children, alike--were wearing bathing 
suits, but they were naked. No one seemed to be bothered--or even to 
notice.

The picture I liked best was of the naked twins eating ice cream cones 
with a girl their age who was barefoot but wearing a sundress. I don't 
know if I could ever go naked in front of a girl--especially one my own 
age! (I don't even like to be naked in front of my mom, but I don't 
mind her seeing me in my underwear.)

I must have lost track of time because I was startled when Uncle Ben 
knelt behind me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Watcha readin'?" he asked, as he peered over my shoulder.

I closed the book quickly and turned it over so he wouldn't see the 
cover because I wasn't sure that he would want me to be looking at 
it--I was pretty sure Mom wouldn't approve--but he reached over me, 
took the book from my hands, and examined the cover.

"Oh! This is a good one. It's my favorite! Double the cuteness, but 
their butts aren't as cute as yours."

I laughed--partly out of embarrassment and partly because I was glad 
that we both liked the same book.

"I prefer the real thing, though!" and he picked me up off of the floor 
and held me on his hip, with one hand squeezing my butt to emphasize 
his point. I put my arms around him and gave him a big hug.

"I know we had pizza for lunch, but I never get tired of pizza. What do 
you say we order out and watch a movie, tonight?"

I laughed, again--pizza was my favorite food. "That's fine with me, 
Uncle Ben!"

Uncle Ben gave me the phone number and let me call to order the pizza, 
myself. I felt really grown up. He even gave me the money and let me 
pay the delivery guy, when he showed up. 

It wasn't until I handed him the money and was about to take the pizza 
from him that I remembered that I wasn't wearing any clothes! I froze, 
for a moment, and was about to run back into the house when the guy put 
the pizza box into my outstretched hands and said, "Thanks for the 
tip!" and turned to walk back to his car.

I ran into the kitchen and dropped the pizza onto the counter.

"Hey! You let me answer the door naked!"

"I don't mind."

"No! I mean you could have reminded me to put some pants on!"

"What fun would that be?"

"You did that on purpose! You wanted someone to see me naked!"

"I told you, I want the whole world to see you naked. Maybe tomorrow we 
can take some pictures of you. I can't have a book printed like the 
ones you saw, but I can put them out on the Internet for everyone to 
enjoy."

Uncle Ben was trying hard not to laugh when he said that, but he hadn't 
done a very good job. I realized that he was teasing me because he had 
gotten the better of me. He did, however, end up taking those 
pictures--about a month later--and they did end up on the Internet as 
"Roger". I hate that name, but the pictures were pretty cool!

We ate pizza and drank soda on the couch--which was great because Mom 
always yells at me whenever I try to eat anywhere except at the kitchen 
table--while we watched an R-rated action movie. Mom would have killed 
Uncle Ben--brother, or not--if she had found out about that one.

The best part, though, was snuggling up to Uncle Ben after we had 
finished eating. I somehow felt warm and safe snuggled up to Uncle Ben, 
and it was especially nice because we were both naked. I never would 
have thought it would be so nice feeling bare skin touching bare skin.

When the movie was over, Uncle Ben carried me to the bathroom, and we 
brushed our teeth, together. Then, he insisted on carrying me the short 
distance to his bed, and I fell asleep with him spooning me and 
fiddling with my boy parts.


The next morning, Uncle Ben took me to the library for a children's 
summer program. It was kind of geared more towards younger kids, but we 
got to do origami, which was really cool, and Uncle Ben had dressed me 
in the same gym shorts and mesh shirt that he had the day before, and 
it was really cool going barefoot in the library.

Afterwards, we walked to a nearby park with some awesome playground 
equipment, and Uncle Ben took off my shirt before letting me go play. 
It was great because there were other kids my age there, except that 
there was this one girl who kept giggling at me every time I climbed on 
the equipment.

At first, I sort of liked showing off for her--my arms are really 
strong, and I can do a lot of flips and hand stands and such--but then 
it started to get a little annoying. I told Uncle Ben about it when we 
got ready to leave. He told me to show him something I had done in 
front of the girl.

He took a picture of me with his phone and showed it to me when we got 
in the car.

"So what?" I said, a little annoyed because I thought he had a good 
explanation for me.

"Look closer."

"Okay..."

He took the phone from me, zoomed the picture, then handed it back. In 
the center of the screen was a shot up one of the legs of my shorts: My 
boy parts were clearly on display.

"You did it, again!"

"Did what? I didn't do anything!"

"You let that girl see my stuff!"

"I didn't let that girl do anything! You were the one showing off."

"I wasn't..." I was too mad to continue. Uncle Ben knew that he had 
chosen these shorts, for me. He had most certainly chosen these 
particular shorts because he knew that--sooner or later--I would end up 
showing off my stuff.

"Are you mad at me?"

I didn't answer him.

"Are you mad at me?" he repeated in a singsong voice. When I still 
didn't answer, he pulled the car off the road and stopped.

"We can't go any further if you're mad at me. I told you what a great 
body you have and how I'd love to be able to show it all off, in 
public; however, public nudity is a no-no in our society. But, I can 
arrange for some 'accidents' to happen. Accidents will happen on 
purpose, ya' know?"

He gently stroked my hair.

"And tell me you didn't like the pizza boy seeing you naked! Huh? 
You're a little exhibitionist in waiting, aren't you?"

I turned and looked at him for the first time since he'd shown me the 
picture. I found that it was impossible to stay mad at him.

"What's an exhibitionist?"

"It's someone who likes showing off his body to others. I think you're 
an exhibitionist, but you don't know it because you've never had a 
chance to experience it."

I thought for a moment, then smiled. "Can I tell you a secret, Uncle 
Ben?"

"You can tell me anything, little guy."

"I've always liked going around in my underwear in front of Mom. I 
don't know why, but it always makes me feel good, inside--like a little 
tingle."

"Yep! I was right: You're definitely an exhibitionist! Now, let's see 
what we can do about getting you some practice."

I laughed.

"Now, that's what I love to see," Uncle Ben said, as he pulled the car 
back onto the road, "My little boy happy!"

I normally didn't like being called a little boy, but when Uncle Ben 
said it, it felt good.

Uncle Ben did his best to turn me into a "practicing" exhibitionist. We 
went out a lot of places, and he always dressed me to show off my body. 
In addition to the loose gym shorts, I sometimes wore a pair of really 
short, really tight shorts that gathered up in the crack of my butt and 
made a lump in the front like my bathing suit.

By the middle of the summer, we were experimenting with how many places 
I could go to wearing only my racer bathing suit. I drew a lot of 
comments, such as, "Oh, what an adorable little boy!", and a sarcastic, 
"Are you on your way to a swim meet?", but no one ever seriously 
objected. 

Even Uncle Ben was surprised that we didn't get thrown out of at least 
one place! He joked that "No shirt, no shoes, no service" could be 
overlooked--for a boy who was cute enough. I was beginning to 
understand what he meant: To a lot of men, I was a work of art; I could 
see it in the way they looked at me. I also got the idea that there 
were a lot of men who would love to have a naked boy in their beds to 
cuddle.

In addition to showing off my body, Uncle Ben continued to attack my 
butt after every shower (another reason for me to enjoy showers). I 
thought it was a little gross, but it sure felt good! I was worried 
that Uncle Ben would ask me to do him, sometime, but he never did. That 
was one of the few things he didn't have me do.

I started to feel like I belonged to Uncle Ben. It was the way he 
treated me. In public, he showed me off like a trophy; in private, he 
showered affection on me like I was a stuffed animal or, perhaps, a 
puppy; in bed, he played with me like a toy.

He never asked me if I wanted to play his sex games, but he never 
forced me to do anything, either; he just sort of made it plain that it 
was going to happen and that I should enjoy it. I think that's the 
reason why he never let me have an orgasm after that first time. He was 
very deliberate about that. 

I really didn't understand the frustration or realize that I could do 
something about it, myself. I was just always game for whatever Uncle 
Ben wanted to do, and I was about to find out that there weren't very 
many limits to the games that Uncle Ben liked to play.