Anyone ever had a relationship with a dad? uncle? or grandfather?

[parks...@gmail.com]

When I was 9 until I turned 17 my Uncle Andy was my whole world. What could be called abuse by some was always very loving and amazing to me and if he hadn't gotten sick and passed I know that we would still be together right now. He showed me how to please a man and how a boy can be pleased too and I look back on our time together during those early years with fondness and arousal. I was just wondering if anyone else has had a similar experience?

[robbd...@gmail.com]

Never had that, my father was to put it politely a BASTARD of the first order hated him with a vengeance if he had come near me I would have killed him, we lived on a Scottish island I could not wait till I was 14 to escape which i did do, Played the usual stuff with my elder brothers, but thats all

[Tony d]

I got started by my uncle when i was 5, he was 9 yr older than me. I already had an infatuation with the male anatomy and seen my dads porn stash. So when my uncle caught me looking at his stash and asked if I would like to learn how to do the stuff i was looking at , I was 100 % game. He taught me how to suck cock and i was a natural, we played until i was 12 yr old. At the age of 8 i had started playing with 3 male cousins but i guess thats a another story .

[K Evertz]

Tony
Sounds like a good time was had. Be good stories for here. Why did you stop playing with him at 12? Those cousins sound good. How old are you now?

[darren...@gmail.com]

How to take "similar experience".... Yes, I had "relations" with my father from around the age of 4 or 5 (just when I was finally and reliably dry 24/7) until probably around age 9. It was, shall I say, "less that mutually beneficial."

Okay, I'll stop beating around the bush. He was an alcoholic and a fillanderer that my mother didn't finally kick out until I was about 14. If he hadn';t gotten a hooker that day, or pressured one of the people he was supervising into doing something sexual, he'd come into my room after he finally came too (he'd pass out on the sofa after dinner and not wake up until 1 or 2 am) and use me as a "warm hole". No thought or consideration was ever given for my health and safety, let alone enjoyment. On more than one occassion I woke up needing medical attention which my mom would take care of and then conveniently never get the tests done or schedule the follow-up appointment in those days before mandatory reporting.

I was raped, repeatedly, and made to think that the only way I had in life to earn the right to breath, was to let others use my body whenever, wherever and however they wanted. A foundational belief I continue to strugle with 4 decades later.

Which is not to say I haven't longed on SO many levels for things to have gone differently. To have been loved, cared for and about, and taught the joys of mutual pleasure as I was physically able to handle them. In fact, that's still the main line of fantasy when I masturbate today. Though there is a strong second place fantasy of being able to take a young boy out of a bad situation, give him a better life, and as he shows interest, teach him how to express love in all it's varied ways.

ymmv

PS: I'm jelly of you and Tony!