Thursday, September 18, 2014

“OUR UNCLE CHARLIE” - Original erotic gay story by Benito Garza

The crown jewel of our family, Carlos de Orizaba, Richard's and my uncle...was gay!


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My cousin Richard de Orizaba in his teens

As you probably know if you have been reading the posts on this blog, Richard de Orizaba and I are first cousins. My mother Clotilde had me out of wedlock...which makes me a certified bastard.

When my mom told my grandparents she was pregnant, my grandfather kicked her out of the house. My biological father was a married man and although he agreed to lend me his family name, paid my mom's child support all those years, I never even met him. He had his family and was a banker and prominent member of Eagle Pass' society.

But my grandmother, my step-aunt, (Richard's mom) and my uncle Charlie were not in agreement with grandpa de Orizaba's stern and antiquated 19th Century morality. They made attempts through the years to come and see my mom, at times when she was having financial hardships, my step-aunt (Richard's mom) and grandmother would send her money.

It was during one of those times when my mom had been laid off, that my uncle Charlie came to visit and bring her some dough. That was the first time I remember seeing uncle Charlie.

Our uncle Charlie was super hot!

I was around 16 years old then and completely out gay...very sexually active and when I saw uncle Charlie I pretty damn near creamed in my pants. I think that uncle Charlie caught on right away that I couldn't take my eyes off him. That was the first time I remember seeing uncle Charlie.

In any case, he said to my mom “Here is a little money mom sent you and here's some from me, now, I'm taking Benny with me and I'm gonna buy him some clothes and starts in a couple of weeks and we wouldn't want him to show up looking like that.”

My cousin Richard de Orizaba, on the other hand, I had never met and it wasn't until I was cruising Galeria Mall in Houston when I saw this hunk and we had the proverbial “moment” near the skating rink. When we introduced each other, he realized who I was, we went to his house and fucked anyway.


I found out to my delight, the size of Richard's was monumental, it was huge! I thought to myself that it was the same size as uncle Charlie's...and deduced that having big dicks was hereditary in our family.


“Yes, dear cousin, ah, ah, fuck me, oh, fuck, ah, ah, Richard, that's the biggest cock I've had up my hurts, damn it, ah, ah, shit, but it hurts so good” I said.

“Do you think that my aunt Clotilde would be scandalized if she found out her nephew was fucking her little boy?” Replied Richard and we both laughed.

Me: “Never mind, just keep on fucking me, Richard, it's so big, it fills me up and feels like it's gonna come out of my belly button.”

“Yeah, Benny, squeeze my dick, milk it, goddamit, you're gonna make me shoot my load...ah, ah, fuck Benny, that's a nice ass, it's so hot, it feels like it's burning! Ah, ah, shiiiitt....I'm cumming, aaaaahhhh!!!!”

Afterwards, when Richard had fucked me at the very least half a dozen times, we began to talk about our families and the subject of uncle Charlie came up.

I didn't know that uncle Charlie never finished the 8th grade. I thought he was a very intelligent and articulate man. Then Richard told me that it had nothing to do with intelligence...Charlie was dyslexic and for that reason never really learned to read.

But in the conversation, Richard mentioned that when he was around 14 years old, uncle Charlie surprised him in the barn while he was beating off. That was the incident, he says that triggered a torrid sex affair when he and uncle Charlie would have, a clandestine meeting at the barn either in the middle of the day or late at night when everyone went to sleep. Richard says that it went on and on until he went away to boarding school.

Then I told Richard about my experience with uncle Charlie. When he came to bring money to my mom and buy me some clothes, we were in the car on the way back from the mall where he had bought me enough clothes for a year...that my uncle Charlie made a pass at me.

“Richard, it was in the car, although I was already sexually active, I was 16 years old and it totally blew my mind when uncle Charlie put his hand on my crotch.”

Richard was a bit surprised about this incident because he was under the impression that uncle Charlie didn't get around much or had that much of a sexual appetite...let alone make a pass at yet another nephew.

Charlie said he'd bring me back and drop off the clothes we purchased and then tell my mom he was taking me out to dinner and then a movie. Of course, there was neither a movie nor dinner...Charlie took me to a motel on N. Veterans called “The Rio Grande Inn” and he fucked my brains out.

Both Richard and I grew up without a father. Richard's dad was killed in Vietnam. I said: “it's funny how grandpa kicked my mother out of the house when she was pregnant with me and took in your mom, his daughter-in-law, and even built a house for for her.”

Richard: “Yeah, he was great with me, although I wonder what he would say if he found out I was gay...grandpa is so homophobic.”

“What would he say if he found out uncle Charlie is gay?” I said.

Me: “Uncle Charlie has the biggest cock and he delighted, gloated even when he was fucking me...but I think yours is bigger, Richard.”

Richard: “I think uncle Charlie is about 9 inches and I probably exceed that by 3 inches.”

I told Richard about the sex interlude at the hotel, “Uncle Charlie would be eating my ass, and in between bites and licks, he'd say: “you like to have that little faggot ass of yours fucked, don't you Benny?”

Richard: “Yeah, he'd do the same with me, only it was because of the fact that I had a bigger cock than he did, he wanted it up his ass instead.” he'd say: “Oh, Richard, your cock is so big, bigger than mine, would you like to fuck your uncle? And he'd sit on it, riding it until he'd make me shoot my load...which at that time, when you're that age, you do six or ten times a day.”


Me: “Uncle Charlie had a big cock, the bulge on his pants was unreal...a great body and he was very good looking....but you know what I didn't like? He chewed tobacco and I just couldn't bring myself to kissing him...ever!”

Richard: “Same here, as much as I wanted to kiss him...I just couldn't.”




I left Richard's house on the bayou and went back to Eagle Pass. Not two weeks passed and uncle Charlie was killed in an accident at the farm. A belt had broken loose from one of the farm equipment, hitting him in the head and killing him instantly.

My mom didn't go to the funeral...she didn't want to face my grandfather; but I did, and Richard and I sat together at the wake...I suppose nobody questioned who I was...perhaps they thought I was one of Richard's friends.

Richard and I went straight to “The Rio Grande Inn” after the funeral and he fucked my brains out.



A hunk or two a day keep the horny away.
For Carl, Richard and Doug.


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