Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2018 23:41:46 -0400 From: David Greg Denton Subject: Different Summers with My Uncle - Part 4 Different Summers with My Uncle - Part 4 of 4 This is a story about sex between consenting individuals. The story is fictional. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material, then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. If you enjoy reading stories on this site, please donate! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thanks! * Part 4 --* I came back with my family the following summer. I planned to stay the whole summer just like a couple of years before, because I wanted to make some big money to take with me to college. Uncle Joe had said if my knee wasn't acting up, I could work the farm. I was finally going to get to be just one of the guys working in the corn fields and I was really excited about it. When we arrived, I jumped out of the truck and ran inside, eager to see my favorite uncle. My aunt told me he was out in the barn, so I gave her a hug and a kiss and went out to find him. He was under a tractor, working on fixing something, I didn't know what, so I kicked his boot and said, "Hey Unc! Whatcha doin' down there?" He rolled out, jumped up and gave me a big, bear hug just like always. He kissed me on the cheek and I kissed him back. "Tryin' to get this old piece of junk to run. You just get in?" He asked. I nodded and hugged him again saying into his ear, "I missed you so much!" "I missed you too, little buddy..." Then he pulled back and added, "But you're not little anymore, are you?!" He held me at arms' length and looked me up and down. "You've gotten even bigger than last year and taller too." I flexed my bicep for him and he squeezed it. "Damn, boy!" Then he leaned in and whispered, "You are sexy as fuck!" My cock started to grow at those words and I could tell that his was too. "Careful, Unc. Don't want to make a scene right here in the barn. Someone might come in and see us." That seemed to do the trick. "You're right. I just can't get over how much you've matured over the past year." Then he got this look in his eye. "And there will be plenty of time for you to check me out... later," I assured him. "Right now, I think we'd better get ourselves under control and get out there. The family's waitin'." "You're right. Give me a minute to put things away and I'll be in shortly to clean up and see the family." "You got it, Unc. See you in a few." I squeezed his shoulder and turned to leave. I swear I could feel his eyes watching me walk away, but I didn't turn to look. As promised, a few minutes later he came in the back door and went straight to the bathroom to wash up. When he emerged, he was wearing a clean shirt and pants. He greeted everyone and there were more than enough hugs to go around. I even got another one, a quick one. We sat down at the table while my aunt brought out a pitcher of lemonade and some glasses. We sat around and chatted for a while, then I excused myself and went in search of my cousins. I was looking forward to working with them over the summer. When they saw me, they couldn't get over the change either. I was no longer the skinny kid they'd once known. It made me feel good, to know that all my hard work had paid off. I worked as hard as my cousins that first week. I wanted to prove to them that I was up to the task and by the time payday rolled around, they were all impressed with the level of enthusiasm that I had shown. My uncle told me to save some energy for the rest of the summer, but he winked at me, so I knew what he meant. I smiled and thanked him as I took the money he gave me. My cousin, Tim, and few of the other farm workers had invited me to go out to a bar with them that evening, so I decided it might be nice to go, to have a little fun, to cut loose. My uncle told me to be careful and not to get too drunk. I chuckled and said I'd try. When we got to the bar, it was pretty redneck and I wasn't feeling all that comfortable. I'd had a few beers when a pretty girl came up to me and asked me to dance. Tim, knew her and gave me a nudge toward the dancefloor. I accepted, and it was fun. After a few songs, I thanked her and went back to my cousin and his friends at the bar. I wanted to go home but they weren't ready yet, so I went to the bathroom to take whiz. That's when I noticed one of the fellas had followed me in. He stood next to me at the urinals and as I started to pee, I noticed that he had taken his cock out but wasn't peeing. He was just standing there playing with it. I got embarrassed and finished up really quick, but he grabbed my arm and tried to force me to hold his cock. I told him to let me go and pushed him away. He got mad and punched me. My cousin walked in just as I hit the floor. "What the fuck is going on in here?!" He yelled at both of us. Mack spoke before I could and said, "Your faggoty cousin tried to touch my cock, that's what!" "Put your dick away, Mack." He stashed it back in his pants and zipped up. "Is that true, Danny?" "Hell, no! He grabbed my hand and tried to make me touch it, but I wouldn't so he hit me." "Well, Mack, I'm afraid I'm going to have to go with my cousin on this one, since I remember well the time you asked me to touch that tiny little prick of yours too. Get out Mack and don't bother to show up to work on Monday. We don't need you now that we have Danny," he added as he helped me off the floor. "He's twice the worker you are anyway." "We'll see about that," Mack said and stormed out. "Thanks, Cuz! It means a lot to me that you stood up for me like that." "Forget it, Dan. He always was an asshole. You ready to go?" I nodded and said, "Oh yeah!" We said goodbye to the others and left. As we drove back to the house in Tim's pickup, he said something to me that I'd never thought I'd hear come from his lips. "I'm glad you're staying the whole summer, Dan. You make my dad happy." "What do you mean, Tim?" I asked nervously. I didn't think he'd figured out our special relationship, but right then I wasn't so sure. "I think you know what I mean. I'd never say this to another living soul and if you repeat it, I'll just deny it, but he's happier when you're around. He's a good man, don't get me wrong, but you bring out the best in him. We all notice it, even mom. Only I know why, Dan." I got nervous anticipating what he was going to say next. "I know you're gay, Dan. In fact, I'm pretty sure he is too, but he'll never admit it. He's committed to Mom and to us. But you make him feel... less alone when you're here. I know you can't tell me what you two talk about when you watch the stand and go to market, but I know when he comes back, he's more attentive, affectionate and quite frankly, nicer. I think that has to do with you. Having someone to talk to that's like him, I think it's good for him. I know it's good for the rest of us." You could have knocked me over with a feather if I hadn't already been sitting down. I thought carefully about what I was going to say before I opened my mouth and spoke. "Tim, your Dad is the only man I have ever been able to be open with and he's never judged me, not once. I love him for that. Yes, he's told me things in confidence that I can't share with you, but I can tell you this. He loves your mom and all of you. He's a good man, the best man I know, and it's a privilege to know him."

"That's good enough for me, Dan. Thanks for being there for him. I know you mean a lot to him too." He reached over and patted me on the shoulder. I smiled. I think that was the closest I'd ever felt to my cousin and I was grateful for having him and his whole family in my life. Monday morning at breakfast, Uncle Joe asked if I'd like to watch the stand with him one night that week. Of course, I wanted to! But I had to play it cool, so I said, "That'd be great, but what about work?" Then he answered, "We can spare you one day, can't we Tim?" "Sure, Pop!" Tim said with a wink at me. "Then it's all settled." When we were finished eating, we cleaned up and went outside to pile in the trucks and head off to the fields. The day for us to watch the stand came around, so we each took naps, then got up and ate dinner before heading out. I told him all about the college I'd picked to attend in the fall and about the art program they had there, the main reason I'd chosen it. He listened, adding the appropriate responses at the appropriate times. He parked with the truck facing out as usual, but backed in a little father than I'd remembered, a little more out of sight. I wondered what he was up to when he opened the door and asked me to join him in the back. I started to get hard thinking of the fun we were going to have and what I'd missed out on the past year. I'd had plenty of sex with boys, but none of them was my Uncle Joe, so there was no way they could compare to the sexy man I was with that night. He climbed in the truck bed and I helped him lay out the sleeping bag and blankets, then we laid down and he took me in his strong arms and squeezed me to him. "I've missed this Danny. I've missed you." I hugged him back, saying, "I've missed you too, Unc. Boys just can't compare to a man." "So you have boyfriends back home, then?" He asked. "Not really. There have been a couple of guys I've slept with, but I wouldn't call them boyfriends." For some reason, I didn't want him to be jealous of them. As if he read my mind, he said, "I'm not jealous. I'm glad you've been having sex..." I thought he wanted to say more, but didn't know how to put it, so I helped him out. "I know this can't last forever, Unc. It's been wonderful, but I know you want me to settle down some day and I want that too. I will, don't worry." He hugged me tighter. I think having said that eased his mind a bit. "I guess that answered my concerns for you. Now... want to fool around or are you okay with me just holding you?" "I love being held be you, you know that, but I'm always horny... for you." He chuckled and let me go so we could get undressed. Once we were naked, I laid on top of him, just enjoying the feeling of his hairy body against my smooth one. Then he asked me something I never expected to hear. "Would you to fuck me, Danny?" I was shocked. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. "You want me to fuck you?" The words sounded strange coming from my lips. "Yes. I've always wanted to get fucked, just never trusted anyone to do it. I trust you, though. You have fucked a guy before, right?" "Yeah, I just never thought I'd be the one fucking you, that's all. Are you sure?" He kissed me as his answer. It was full of passion and tenderness. I wanted nothing more than to make him happy, so I agreed. He took the lube and condoms out of his pants' pocket and handed them to me. Then he lifted his legs, grabbed behind his knees and held them for me. I was mesmerized by the sight. I came back to myself quickly though and rolled the rubber on my cock then lubed up his asshole, prepping him for the incursion I still couldn't believe I was going to make. I opened him up with one finger, then two and finally three. I wasn't as big as he was, but I also didn't want to hurt him his first time either. When I was sure he was ready, I placed the head of my cock at his entrance, hesitated, then decided to go for it. I entered slowly but deliberately and once I was all the way in to the root. I paused for him to adjust to the feeling of finally having a cock in his ass. Just as I was about to ask if he was okay, he spoke, "Damn, that feels good, Danny boy. Now fuck the shit out of me!" I needed no more encouragement than that. I gave him as good as he'd given me and more. He moaned louder and louder as I continued my assault, which only made me want to give it to him harder and harder. But when I couldn't hold out any longer, I screamed, "I'm coming!" Then he let out an animalistic sound and shot his load all over his hairy belly. After I collapsed on top of him, he held me and kissed my face all over. I took that to mean he'd liked it. "Like I said before, `You are hot as fuck!'" I chuckled and corrected him, "I believe you said I was `sexy as fuck,' Unc." "That too. Damn, that was a fuck for the ages. Wanna go again?" "I think we could both use a break, don't you?" He chuckled and agreed. We cleaned up and laid back down, his arms around me once again. That's when I heard a vehicle pulling off the main road and into the lot. We both sat up and peered over the edge of the truck bed. The truck shut off it's lights and parked in front of the stand. The driver got out and walked over to the corn wagon, then started throwing corn into the back of his truck. Uncle Joe put a finger to his lips, then started to get dressed. I did the same. When we were both suitably clothed, he reached in the back window and grabbed his shotgun. He hopped out almost noiselessly and approached the thief with the gun barrel pointed straight at him. I had gotten in the cab and when he gave me the signal, he cocked his gun and I turned the headlights on, catching the thief off guard. It was Mack! I could hear Uncle Joe say, "Well, well, what do we have here? A corn thief. Danny, call the police." I got out my phone and dialed 911, explained the situation to the operator and stayed on the line while Mack pleaded with Uncle Joe. I tried not to but couldn't help laughing at the predicament the idiot had gotten himself into. The police arrived a short time later, put Mack in handcuffs then shoved him into the back of a cruiser. When he was done talking to them, Uncle Joe came back to the truck, I scooted over, and he got in. Then he filled me in on what he'd told them and what they'd said. He was going to have to go court, but he didn't sound like he minded too much. They left a short time later and I scooted back over to him. I laid my head on his shoulder and he laid his head on mine. That's when I realized for the first time that we were both barefoot. We'd forgotten to put our socks and boots back on when we were in the back of the truck getting dressed! I pointed this out to him and we both burst out laughing. We got out and climbed back into the back but didn't bother to put them on. Instead, we just laid there, holding onto each other, looking up at the stars and smiling. I fell asleep sometime later and I think he might have too. Eventually we woke up, put on our socks and boots then headed over to the market. On our way home, I asked if he was going to tell everyone about what happened earlier with Mack and he said he'd have to. It was bound to come out anyway and, after all, it was a pretty funny story. We watched the stand together a couple more times before the end of the summer, but Uncle Joe fucked me instead of the other way around and quite frankly, I preferred it that way. When it was time for me to go back home and get ready to go away to college, I wished everyone well, then hopped in the truck so that Uncle Joe could drive me to the airport. We stopped at a rest stop along the way, got out and went into the restroom. He pushed me into a stall and closed the door behind him. Then he got down on his knees, opened my pants and sucked my cock while people came and went. I came in his mouth and he swallowed it all, giving me a little back when we kissed. I pulled up my pants, stuffed my cock back in, then we hugged. When we arrived at the airport, he didn't want to go in with me, so we hugged again while he was parked at the curb, then I kissed him one last time and got out. I retrieved my bag from the back then waved as I entered the terminal. He waved back, then pulled out. I stood there watching as he drove away, and I somehow knew that would be my last summer at the farm. And it was. I called him a couple of times a month, but it wasn't the same as seeing him. I loved him after all and the summers we spent being different together.