C ~ Charged To Experience

I have numerous experience with the taboo called 'incest'. I can't even remember all of it in detail, but I do remember all of the people who I did it with. One of them, who greatly influenced my homosexual life, was Uncle James.

He is a cousin of my mother from somewhere way up north and is 20 years older than me. He has a lean body with traces of muscle; he used to work in the fields. He's tall, dark, and not handsome, but he owns a huge and perfectly proportioned dick, the one you often see in porn movies.

I remember vividly how it all started, and it was not very nice. It was during that time when we were still renting an apartment situated across my grandparents' house in Metro Manila, back when my last story was still happening. We had a spare room used for guests, and that's where Uncle James stayed when he was with us while looking for work.

One hot afternoon, I was alone with him at home. I got bored inside my room so I decided to go outside to play. On my way to the the door leading downstairs, I heard him speak.

"Pst! Sepsep," he called.

"Bakit po tito?" I asked.

"Halika dito sa loob. Dali," he ordered.

His room was dark. He was lying in bed half-naked, slightly covered in sheets. He was already masturbating before he even summoned me.

"Ano po yun tito?" I asked again.

"Upo ka dito sa tabi ko," he said.

I innocently sat on the bed, still oblivious to what will transpire. However, I noticed there was something off with the tone of his voice; it was unsettling. Gone was his usual jolly and warm personality.

"Hawakan mo 'to. Tapos itaas-baba mo ang kamay mo," he whispered.

Since the room was pitch black, he guided my hand towards his groin. Now allow me to share that, up to this point, I still have no idea what an adult penis looks like, especially a fully erected one, but I can accurately recall what it felt like when I grasped Uncle James' cock for the first time. It was warm, throbbing, and steel-hard. It was so thick and veiny that I wasn't able to completely wrap my hand around it. I felt like I was holding the handle of my large toy sword.

I started moving my hand up and down with difficulty, my mind blank and my mouth dry.

"Bilisan mo paaaaa, he moaned, his voice rising dramatically every second.

Thinking about it now, I should've answered, "Nagmamadali? Teka lang ha, first time ko 'to eh!" But I kept my mouth shut and just obliged.

Soon, I got tired easily, so he took over, wrapping his hand on top of mine, and continued the titillating motion. I was quiet the whole time, while curses and erotic sounds erupted loudly from his lips. I felt my hand getting numb from being sore. Not long after, his body started to convulse, his moans became more intense. I was frightened that something horrible was happening to him. I was about to shout his name when jets of white liquid suddenly spewed out of nowhere, landing all on his neck and chest, some oozed down to my hand. He started to relax, twitching intermittently and breathing heavily.

I was too dumbfounded, I didn't realize that my mouth was hanging open. I waited for him to finish wiping himself. The next words I heard from him are bored deep in my memory.

"Wag na wag ka magsusumbong ha! Subukan mo lang kundi papatayin kita!" he threatened in a tone that can make any child cry.

I just gave an obligatory nod, walked out of the room, and went outside to do what I intended doing in the first place. In my mind, I was thinking that there was no need for him to threaten me so harshly; somehow deep inside, I enjoyed it too. But nonetheless, I was afraid of what he said.

And that wasn't the end of it. On some nights, he had me slept with him, my parents having no inkling of all the things that occurred in our spare room. We always did the usual, him jerking using my hand.

But there was another hot afternoon wherein he did something to me that he hasn't done yet. It was during one of my naps. We were in one of the rooms upstairs my grandparents' house. I was lying facedown, my legs wide open and my hips slightly raised. He slathered something cold and slippery on my ass, then I felt pressure and pain like never before. Yes, he is trying to fuck me, if you can't take a hint. He pushed and pushed, while I gritted my teeth hard, doing my best not to shout. After catching my breath for a few moments, he would push some more, but to no avail. I don't know if Uncle James is stupid or crazy or both, but there is no way a dick like his can penetrate a child-size butthole like mine, even if it's just the head. I would pass out if he succeeds, or worse, get killed due to all the bleeding that might happen.

After around a half hour of trying and failing, he gave up and just masturbated, spraying his hot cum all over my back. I quickly fell asleep right after because of exhaustion. From then on, he always tried fucking me, much to my suffering, but he was never successful.

When we transferred in the province, he eventually followed; he can't find a decent job so he became our helper for several years. Because we shared a room, our countless sexcapades went on, but that's another story. *double wink*

Do I harbor hatred towards Uncle James? Well, I admit that he is a fucking pedophile, and there's no doubt that what he did to me was a clear case of child abuse, but I would have to say no. In fact, I am even grateful, the reason which I will expound when I concluded his story. For now, I would leave it like this, because there is still so much more to tell.