Matthew

OK, I’m gay.

I may not know any other gay guys yet.

But I know that they’re out there and I know that one day not so far away I’m going to be meeting them… and dating them… and sleeping with them.

How do I know?

Well, my Uncle Mike, who used to own this house before my mom and dad moved in, was gay.

At least, I guess he must have been because of the bundle of magazines I found hidden away in a corner of the attic.

I suppose that if Uncle Mike had just moved out of the neighbourhood he’d have taken the stuff with him.

But, luckily for me - though not for him - he died suddenly.

My dad was his only relative and, instead of selling Uncle Mike’s house, he decided to move in himself with mom and me.

It’s a real big house, so my dad never really took a good look at all Uncle Mike’s junk which had been left up there.

But I did.

And now, when my folks go out at night and leave me alone in the house, I like to close all the drapes and then bring out those magazines.

Since I’ve had them, I reckon I must know every page and every single picture back to front. After all, they’re all I have.

You can’t buy anything like them in a small town like ours - but, even if you could, I’d be too embarrassed to go into a shop and ask for them.

I guess Uncle Mike must have gone way outa town to buy them. And I guess he did it quite a few years ago too, ‘cos if you look real hard at the pictures in the magazines, you can tell that they must be pretty old.

The furniture looks like something out of an Austin Powers movie.

The few clothes that the guys are wearing look about 30 years out of date.

And you just wouldn’t believe their haircuts - they look just like the Osmonds in the photographs my mom took when she was a girl and went to see them when they played the state capital.

But, of course, once the guys in the magazines get out of their clothes, it really doesn’t matter too much.

And as soon as I open up Uncle Mike’s magazines, I start to feel real horny.

To start with I like to rub the flat of my hand all over my belly. At the same time I start to play with my nipples, pinching and pulling them until they go red and real stiff.

My nipples aren’t the only things getting red and stiff, of course.

I guess I should really try to make all this stuff last a bit longer. But just a minute or two looking at my favourite pictures usually makes me so excited that I’ve gotta undo my pants and give my dick some room to breathe.

By the way, I know from looking at the magazine guys that my dick’s a pretty big one.

I’m pleased with it, anyway.

It’s all a lot easier, of course, once I get rid of the rest of my clothes.

When I’ve done that, sometimes I like to spread my legs right apart.

I know, from looking at the magazines, what guys like to do with each other’s asses and I also know that one day I want someone to stick their long hard dick right up inside me.