Date: Sat, 4 Jan 2014 20:25:32 -0600 From: Kevin Turnbow Subject: Uncle Fuzzy 3 Before I go and tell more about about the other boys and things I used to do, and I'm still deciding whether to do it, I thought I'd send this. I probably need to be more descriptive. I'm still learning this story telling stuff. Uncle Fuzzy didn't completely stand out from the rest of the family. He was just on the far end of several family characteristics. His big ol' body came from his work, his diet, and his love of beer. He was capable of lifting and carrying full wooden barrels. There were even pictures of him with a barrel on his shoulder and smiling away. He had a second job that seemed to come and go. It was either when he needed more money or when the company needed the help. We could always tell when he worked there, he would smell like really good leather. I remember many of the adult relatives telling him he should open his own shop, since he was so good. Good at the leather stuff, not so much the lifting barrels. I do have to say that Fuzzy didn't always smell as good as leather. Some thought it was stinky. Sure it was but it was a manly stink, and I liked it. He was covered from head to toe in fur. He would try to comb the hair on his head to make it straight but as the day went on, it would turn curly. And red. His face looked redder than most people, several of his side of family also had the red face and many had red hair. When he would grow a beard, it was as read and curly as the hair on his head. And the hair kept going. I don't remember ever wearing a shirt with a collar, or sleeves for that matter. There was a line where he would stop shaving and beyond that, hair ran down his arms and even the back of his hands. His back hair was massive, even in my family. His shoulders and back would be the first to turn gray. The National Geographic special on silverback gorillas explained a lot about that. His belly button could barely be seen. It was more like a difference of the way his belly hair swirled rather than a depression. In later years, his belly button pointed down. He had some big ol' nipples! Dark red skin with a lot less hair poking out of them. When the Lord of the Rings movies came out, I was sure that they modeled the Hobbits' feet after Fuzzy's. I have always been a huge fan of Happy Trails, or Treasure Trails. I know when it started. I had a cousin Carl. He was several years older than I was. He was the best athlete in the family. His body was always amazing. I was still little when he joined me in the bathroom. I sat on the toilet the whole time he undressed, took a shower, dried off, and then stayed naked and he applied his zit creams and brushed his hair, including his happy trail. Fuzzy didn't necessarily have a happy trail but his whole belly's worth of hair all went to his treasure. I actually saw Fuzzy naked more during the summers. It was usually over at "da cousins wit da pool". We spent a lot of days there and Fuzzy would show up many times each summer. There was an area that was called the boys' changing house. It was nothing more than the walled off area around the pool filter and storage for the chemicals and all the pool toys. We weren't allowed to run into the house in wet suits, so we would strip down out there and usually wrap a towel around us before running for our clothes upstairs. Fuzzy seemed to find that it was time for him to change at the same time we did. And there were other uncles or cousins changing too. It was the most naked place that I knew of. Fuzzy had the biggest set of balls of anybody I had ever seen. And they were covered is red kinky hair as well. I always wanted to pet them! One summer, he let 4 of us do just that. Very fuzzy, heavy, warm, squishy. And it was the first time that I saw an old guy go from a little nub of a dick to a full blown boner. There I saw about 5 inches of unhairy skin! I wasn't one of the boys who tried to hide their junk when changing. I liked having my suit off and being outside. I also wasn't one of Fuzzy's good boys during the summer. I know he looked but he didn't try anything with me in the summer. The year I got pubes, Fuzzy looked at my dick when it was at least half hard and says "cute". Uh, huh. I wanted to have a bad ass dick. I got a "cute" one instead. Fuzzy was my father's uncle. In our family, with as big as it was, and with us all living very close to one another, the whole cousin / uncle thing got mixed up. And the cousin / aunt thing confusion was just about as bad. More so than with the boys when it came to show-me, show you things. In fact, there was one girl in the family that had the most beautiful ginger pussy! When I saw it for the first time, I could hear the zipper on my shorts straining when I got a boner. When you look at the family tree, I was actually her uncle. Back to my Uncle Fuzzy. It was obvious that he got in trouble with the family. The holiday gathering when I had fully experienced puberty and had planned on taking some of the lead on our activity, he didn't show. The adults just wanted us to quit talking about him. The boys were either aware of what he would do, or did it with him. Several claimed that he sucked them, or felt them up, or finger fucked them. I believe it. But I don't know one of them who didn't enjoy it. I hope this wasn't boring. If I write more, I'll progress to more characters. I'd still love to hear what you think, so, please email me at kebo_t@outlook.com And while I would love your comments, if you guys could contribute to Nifty, it would do some real tangible good. I love reading. I just found out how good it is to send stories. And giving a little money would do so much good to keep it going for so many.