over his chest, my chest, the sheets – he even got some on Todd lying next to us. Uncle Frank’s ass clenching cum brought me off, and I screamed and bucked and shot into him, and collapsed on top of him as limp as Todd had been a few minutes ago.

We stroked and cuddled some more, and then each of us took a turn in the shower. For once in my life, for the first time in my life, I was completely fucked out, and Todd seemed to be too. Eventually, we got dressed again, and Uncle Frank and Todd drove me back to my dorm room. And so it began…


…Todd would move into my dorm room in a few weeks, and we alternated weekends for the next three years of college – one weekend picking up whatever we could on campus (lots of girls, but lots of guys, too), and the next weekend up at Uncle Frank’s cabin. Sometimes we took some other people with us, but not often nor many – Uncle Frank really did like his solitude, and he truly did like to keep a low profile. I eventually told my family that I walked on both sides of the street, but I don’t think either Todd or Uncle Frank told theirs. Eventually, Todd and I both graduated, and we went our separate ways. I still hear from them both sometimes – like Todd said, “You never forget your First One”…