Uncle Mike pinned me down on the mattress and gave the seat of my shorts a couple playful slaps. We wrestled on the bed that first night, in our underwear. I had no trepidations of stripping down to my underwear for bed when we turned in for the night and the two of us would climb into Uncle Mike's small bed, only a full, both of us in our underpants. My uncle and I got along very well and we were more like buddies than uncle and nephew. I would have to share a room with him and even the bed but that did not bother me. Mike was a cool guy, only thirty then and lived in a small house not far from us. As I was getting to be a “big boy” and was going to turn fourteen in another month it was decided that I could stay that summer with Uncle Mike, who was my mom's younger brother. I lived with my mom and she went to visit friends of hers in Florida. I was thirteen years old the summer I spent at my Uncle Mike's.
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