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Archive-name: Family/1buttfly.txt
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Archive-title: My First Button Fly
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Uncle Marc was an athletic man. He would come over to the
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house and make my brothers and Dad go outside play football,
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basketball, run or play baseball. I would join in, gladly,
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and loved having fun with him and my brothers.
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But the summer I really began to take a sexual interest
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in him was when Marc stayed with us. He helped Dad on the
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little bit of farmland we had and spent most of the day doing
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that while Dad was at the factory. I loved to see him come
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into the house shirtless and sweaty. He rarely wore a shirt
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in the daytime and that was ok with me. When I or the others
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would help him, we'd all strip down just like him and try to
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keep up with his pace.
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I remember wrestling with him and the bros in the field
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and enjoying the feeling of someone strong grabbing me, lift-
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ing me, and so on.
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That summer was the first time I ever saw a grown man
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naked too. Marc stayed in the basement where we kept some of
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our stuff like weights, balls, bikes and so on.
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I went down there to lift weights and heard the shower
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going. Marc emerged totally naked and wet of course. I almost
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dropped the barbell when I saw him.
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He stayed naked like that and talked to me about lifting
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weights. Then he came over and had me lay on the bench while
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he spotted me. Above my head he stood with his man dick hang-
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ing down pointed at my face. My own crotch was already hard,
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and I think he knew it and smiled at me a lot.
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But it wasn't until that winter when he visited several
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times that I noticed how hot he looked in his jeans. After
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dinner we'd all sit in the living room to talk or watch tele-
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vision. I recall seeing him unbutton his fly, or at least a
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couple of buttons and his top button to relax. More then once
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I'd look to see his pink skin underneath and became aware he
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didn't wear underwear like we did.
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After that I stopped wearing any, too, and felt real sexy
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in my own jeans even though they had a zipper fly.
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One night there was only him, me and a couple of brothers
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there. I asked him why he wore them and as he looked at me, I
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looked at his pink skin showing thru his unbutton fly. He
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moved his legs and his dick started to poke out.
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"That's why" he said and laughed.
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I laughed too not knowing exactly why.
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The night I found out was when I drove over to his house
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to drop off some paperwork he and my Dad had been discussing.
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Uncle Marc was shirtless and wore his jeans when I ans-
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wered the door. He urged me to stay for dinner and called my
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Dad to tell him.
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We had thick steaks, and talked about sex, girls, growing
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up, and even told a couple of dirty jokes, the kind of stuff
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we never did at home around the family. It felt real good,
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kind of like having a sudden freedom I never had.
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We watched a television show and glanced at his unbut-
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toned fly.
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When I reminded Marc I once asked him about doing that
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and admitted I didn't understand his answer.
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He stared at first then unbuttoned the rest of his fly.
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His man dick plopped out and was moving around getting hard.
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He pulled out his nuts too so they could hang.
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"It feels better. Go on, feel it"
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I didn't know if he meant for me to pull my meat out of
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my fly or to reach up and feel his. I opted for the later and
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soon his man meat was in my hand.
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"Go ahead and lick it"
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Without even asking if I wanted to, he told me to do it.
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I did.
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"Now put the dick in your mouth and Ill show you some-
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thing else" I did and his hands on my head showe'd me how to
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move it so I could suck him off.
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His cum eventually shot all over my face and shirt. I was
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a mess. He reached down and pulled off my shirt and told me
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we'd have to wash it.
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As the shirts soaked, I felt like a new man, me shirtless
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along with Uncle Marc. Both of our flys open and our dicks
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poking out, although my dick rubbed against the zipper a bit
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and hurt.
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He came back from making a phone call and told me that
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Dad said I should stay with Marc and come home in the morn-
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ing.
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We stripped totally and lay on the couch
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together watching television. Uncle Marc told me that later
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we would try other things he knew I'd like but for now to
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just relax.
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His arms around me, made me horny as hell, but the warmth
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of his body against mine, the freedom of being naked like
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that, and knowing I was learning things that only a grown up
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knew made it feel wonderful.
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Indeed I learned a lot that night. And Uncle Marc bought
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me a pair of button fly jeans the next morning which I showed
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my brothers the advantage of, too.
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And I kept going over to see my Uncle that winter and
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stayed with him all the following summer.
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I still go home to visit the folks, and drive over to his
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house. He's older now, hell he was in his twenties then. And
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we still get naked, and share our warmth. And he still wears
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button fly jeans.
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So do I.
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