I was young and dumb and knew little about the human anatomy. I realized that the day I was watching my Dad's best friend at his summer home in the South Hampton's. Since Dad had died I took his place visiting his best friend Paul whenever I could.
I had been crazy about "Uncle Paul" ever since I was a little kid, and now with Dad gone I treasured my time with him even more. Each time I visited he urged me to leave early - to go out have fun and not worry so much about him - but I couldn't help it - he was all I had left of "family" even though we weren't blood.
Towards the end of my visit Uncle Paul raised himself up in his hospital bed and asked if I had time to give him another foot rub. When I was almost done he got a "charley horse" so I massaged his leg up to and past his troublesome calf. He said it helped but could I go up a bit higher and apply more pressure.
I gladly did as he asked rubbing higher and higher increasing the pressure as I went. Then WHAM something moved straight up in the air and the TV remote flew of his lap. I panicked thinking I had unlogged his stomach tube and ran for his nurse who quickly assessed Uncle Paul's "emergency" and then laughingly asked me to wait outside for a few minutes.
When I returned everything looked normal but I thought I should stay until I was sure everything was
going to stay that way.
"What happened Uncle Paul!"
With a weary smile he said,
"Babe, how old are you now? Twenty-one?
I know this is personal but have you ever been with
a man before - you know in an intimate way -physically?"
I felt my face flush and nodded no. Why was he asking me this! Maybe it was the medicine he was on....
"Babe what you saw wasn't my stomach tube."
This time HE blushed.
"I have always told you the truth, but now it is
time to cease all talk and discuss the subject no more."
Ronald, the male nurse said:
"Look Babe I will show you what happens if you want.... Oh where are all those old copies of Play Boys and Girls when you need them! Oh here they are. With that he ceremoniously put them between Uncle Paul and me along side the tray with snacks and two glasses of Pinot Noir. I am leaving so if you need me just ring the bell and I shall return." I wondered if he was gay like my Dad used to say but thought who cares, he is nice, a good nurse and obviously wants to help.
Uncle Paul and I sipped our wine and nibbled our
snacks while turning the pages of the magazines. At first we felt self-conscious but finally we became more
relaxed and made a game out of it. First his turn and then my turn. We giggled over our outrageousness and wondered if my dad would have approved of us being so naughty.
Before long his stomach tube appeared to come out again. As l reached to ring the bell Uncle Paul grabbed my wrist and placed my hand around his big hard
cock. I had gotten the general idea of what to do from the magazines and soon took him into my mouth as he begged me to suck him hard until creamy white stuff flowed from the tip of his thing. He moaned softly and held me close saying, "Thank you Babe, thank you and don't call the nurse; that creamy stuff is all part of of me feeling better now. I'm okay. Be still and I will teach you how to take care of yourself - I want you to feel real good too. It's your turn now. Let me help you."
I could not imagine what he meant. Still I could feel a deepening ache below my belly button that was intensifying to where I was ready to holler out loud in wild desperation and kick my legs high in the air.
"It won't go away..." I explained and took his hand to show him where it was hurting. He whispered softly:
"Yes, I understand Babe. Be patient a little longer. I can teach you how to take those aches and pains away forever - so whenever you need relief - you can get it, even when I'm not with you."
He rang the bell and Nurse Ronald returned.
"How can I help?"
"Two more wines and few more snacks. Oh, by the way, you know that package that came the other day? I want you to bring it in here to me...."
Nurse Ronald suppressed a smile and replied,
"No problem, I'll be right back...."
Uncle Paul had me open the package and showed me
what he called his mail order toys. One by one he demonstrated the ways I could stick them into me and him too. My body began to quiver and I wanted to fill my virginal port screaming every dirty word I had ever heard that never passed my lips.
When Ron returned with the wine and cheese he asked if he should bring in another bed.
Uncle Paul said:
"Yes. Babe is going to stay and help me get through
the night. Please bring her one of my dress shirts and then place her bed next to mine."
This was discretely done and soon we were left alone.
I was a good student and Uncle Paul was a gifted teacher. He taught me all I needed to know and then some. The best news of all is that the end of our glorious summer he could walk again and I returned to school a new woman.
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