Date: Sun, 11 Apr 1999 04:03:03 GMT From: B C Subject: Yard Work with Uncle Marty ****************************************************** The following is a work of fiction based on my fantasy ****************************************************** "Yard Work with Uncle Marty" It was a hot summer day when the phone rang. It was my uncle. He asked me if I could go over to his house and help him with his yard work. I didn't feel like doing anything that day but he offered to pay. Since there was nothing else to do and an extra cash in the pocket sounded good, I happily agreed. I jumped into the car and drove. His house is about 20 minutes from where I lived. We always joked that they live out in the boonies. His house sits on a large piece of land. He usually spends a whole day mowing the yard and trimming the grass around the pond he dug up a few years after he and my aunt built the house. He has been doing this for years now. He said he's getting tired of the yard work that one day he would fill the whole yard with gravel to end the never-ending mowing chore. They always keep their yard looking trimmed. As I turned into the long driveway, I could see that my uncle has taken out the weed eater and the tractor mower, ready for use. I noticed that my aunt's red Firebird wasn't in the garage. She's a nurse who used to work even on weekends at the main hospital in town. There was no sign of my cousins playing in the yard. My uncle saw me coming. He waved and pointed to the gravel driveway on the side of the house. I waved back as I parked the car on the gravel. "Glad you could come, Barry." He reached out his hand and shook mine. I could see on his face how relieved he was to know that he got some help. He's 5'11", dark brown hair, clean-shaven, and just turned 40 that year but he looked so much younger than that. He is very good-looking and has a very outgoing personality. He's the type of person who is so easy to talk to and always seemed to not have any problems at all. "Would you like a Coke or something? It's kind of too hot right now to get started out there." "Ok. Yeah, let's wait a while until it cools down a little bit." Beads of sweat began forming on my forehead which I wiped off with my hand. "Uncle Marty, seems like they left you here. Where's Michelle and Justin?" "Oh, they're at their friend's birthday party. They just left a few minutes ago and won't be back till 8. You just missed them. Your aunt Susan is working today." He opened the back door that led to the kitchen. The house looked so clean. The vacuum cleaner was still in the hallway. "Make yourself at home. I just finished vacuuming. Oh, there's some ice cream in the fridge, if you want some." I was enjoying my second bowl of ice cream when I heard him tap on the bay window near the breakfast table. "I'll be done in a minute," I said, then headed toward the sink to wash the bowl and spoon I used. My aunt is a neat- freak so I made sure to clean up after myself. I put on a pair of old tennis shoes my uncle told me to use and headed towards the back door. Uncle Marty handed me a pair of gloves and sunglasses. I then realized that there was some major work to do. I scanned the large area where he said we were going to work on. My job was to trim the tall weeds outside the white fence along the roadside. He warned me of the ants near the ditch. This is going to be a long day, I thought. With the weed eater on one hand and a can of Coke on the other, I started toward the fence. It wasn't an easy job to trim the weeds and avoid ant bites at the same time. The sun, coupled with the humidity, was literally baking me. My shirt was soaked with sweat, my arms burning, and my Coke was getting warm. After 15 minutes of trimming along the fence, I decided to stop for a much-needed break. I looked around to find my uncle. He was still on the lawn mower on the other side of the pond. I waved my arms to get his attention. He probably wasn't wearing his contacts because he couldn't see me that far. So I decided to drink the rest of the warm Coke and trim the rest of the area. There wasn't much left, except behind the huge bush on one corner. I finished trimming in no time and to my surprise, my uncle finished at the same time. He drove towards me. I stood there smiling, proud that I made it through the heat. My sweat was pouring down my back. As he got closer, I saw his hairy balls through the left leg opening of his white briefs and soccer shorts. He didn't notice me staring at them because I was still wearing the sunglasses. I don't know, but the sight really turned me on. He stopped just a few feet from me and turned the lawn mower off. He threw me another can of Coke. "Well, Barry, looks like you did a great job here." "Thanks," I said, somewhat embarrassed because I was still staring at his crotch. I was beginning to develop a bulge on mine, but I managed to hide it with my shirt. "You really need to find some ant poison that really works," I added. "I know. They just pop everywhere. Did you get some bites?" "No, but I almost stuck my foot in one of the hills. That could have been a major pain." He shifted a little, which finally revealed his limp cock that had been hiding in his loose shorts. I couldn't tell how big it was but it probably was around six inches long. I was hoping he didn't see the tent in my shorts. "I'm going back to the house to fix some sandwiches and take a quick shower. You can use the shower upstairs if you want to. Towels are in the bathroom closet. You can borrow one of my shirts and shorts. They're too big for you but it's better than be naked." He smiled at me then started to head back to the house. The fantasy of seeing him fully naked started to form in my mind. It felt kind of weird to realize that I'm lusting after my uncle, but at the same time I wished that he could have stayed sitting on the lawn mower in front of me longer so I could look at his dick longer. It was getting really hot. A quick cold shower should do the trick, I said to myself. When I entered the kitchen, I saw that my uncle had already started making sandwiches on the counter. I went to the sink to wash my sweaty hands. The cool water felt good. He handed me a plate of two roast beef sandwiches with chips on the side. "The drinks are in the fridge. Help yourself." As I opened the fridge, I admired his hairy legs. I pictured in my mind what he would look like naked. The sight of him really turned me on. He was still wearing his sweat-soaked t-shirt and shorts. I reached into the fridge for a can. "Want some?" "No, thanks. But if you could pour me a glass of water, that would be great." He pointed to the cabinet where the glasses were. He was fixing himself a sandwich. His hairy arms looked so sexy. I continued to imagine seeing him with no clothes on. My dick was beginning to get hard again. "I feel very hot right now. I think I'm going to take a shower before I bite into this," he said. I just nodded. My mouth was full. My eyes followed him until he disappeared behind his bedroom door, which he left cracked open. My heart was pounding in excitement. I wanted to follow him to his bathroom and watch him as he took a shower. He turned on the TV in the bedroom then the shower. The excitement gave me a major hard-on. If I could only get a glimpse of him. A couple of minutes passed. I decided to go upstairs to take a shower too and jack off for relief. When I opened the shower stall, I noticed that there weren't any soap or shampoo. I searched in the cabinets under the sink. None. An idea clicked in my head. I raced downstairs and headed towards his bedroom door. I peeked through the crack and saw that he left his bathroom door wide open, the clothes he wore on the floor, and steam coming out of the shower, which was blocked out of view by a wall. I knocked on the bedroom door to let him know I was there. "Uncle Marty?" "Yeah?" "Um, I was going to take a shower upstairs but the bathroom doesn't have soap." I stood in the bathroom doorway. "None in the cabinets? There should be some." "I already checked." "Come in and go to the closet right beside the jacuzzi. There should be some in there on the shelf right below the towels." The bathroom was as large as the master bedroom. I walked slowly towards the closet. As I opened the closet, I slowly turned my head around, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. I could see his silhouette on the shower door. My heart was racing and I began to get nervous. I reached for a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo. As I closed the closet, I heard the shower door open. I looked around and saw my uncle standing in the shower, partially blocked by the shower door. I gasped because I could clearly see his semi-erect dick through the shower glass door. The lower part of his body was pressed against the glass. He looked through the doorway and said, "Can you hand me another bar of soap while you're there?" Apparently, he didn't know that I could see his hairy balls and dick through the glass door. I tried not to appear nervous or shocked. I grabbed another bar of soap and walked to the shower. My uncle smiled and thanked me. Through the glass, I could see his dick. It seemed to have gotten bigger and appeared to be fully erect. I hurried to get out of the bathroom because I couldn't take it anymore. I had to do something to relieve myself. When I reached the stairs, I heard uncle Marty calling me. It's probably the wrong soap, I thought. I was more than happy to get back into the bathroom. "Uncle Marty, you called?" I stood near the bathroom door. "Yeah. Um... I just want to thank you for helping with the yard work. It was a great help. "No problem. Well, I'm getting paid for it, anyway," I said, jokingly. He laughed. "Say, uh, can you do me one more favor?" He said. Oh no, I thought to myself. I knew he was going to ask me to mow the backyard the next day. But to my surprise, it was something else. "Will you hand me another wash cloth from the closet?" I quickly went to the closet and got him one. He opened the shower door. But this time he didn't hide behind the door. He stood there in full view, his body all soaped up. His dick was a full 8-inch. His balls were hanging low. Steam and some water were coming out of the shower stall. I stood there in amazement. I couldn't believe he was letting me look at his naked body. With a smile on his face, he reached for the wash cloth. But he just didn't grab the wash cloth. He held my hand. "Barry, would you scrub my back for me? It's kind of hard for me to reach it." At that moment, I thought I was going to pass out. This is so unreal, I thought to myself. This isn't happening! Before I could say yes, he asked me to undress and join him in the shower. I quickly took my clothes off but left my boxer briefs on. My dick was poking behind it and some precum had made a wet spot. Uncle Marty gazed down and said, "You can leave your underwear on if you want to." I was so embarrassed about my erection that I said I wanted to leave them on. The shower door closed behind us and I found myself soaping my uncle's back. He leaned up against the wall with his two powerful hands as I made slow motions on his back with the wash cloth. Steam was everywhere and the warm water felt great, especially now that my boxer briefs were soaked. I worked on the back of his neck, then his broad shoulders. His back wasn't very hairy at all. I gently massaged his shoulders and upper back as I lathered. I could hear him breathe heavier and he moaned with every pressure I put. This probably eased his tensed muscles. He had been working outside for almost the whole day. I then worked on his arms, his sides, his lower back, and then his butt. "Thanks for doing this for me, Barry. You don't have to do this if you don't want to." There was some nervousness in his voice, but it was very sincere. "You're welcome," was the only thing I could think of saying. I was still kind of shocked about what was happening. I slowly lathered between his crack, which eventually led to his hairy hole. He spread his legs apart, giving me full access to the area between his balls and hole. He seemed to be enjoying this part of the shower that I soaped that region longer, making rhythmic strokes. Suds were running down the inside of his hairy thighs and legs. He was groaning so loud that gave me an indication that he wanted more. I reached underneath for his balls. I played with them while putting more soap to make it more slippery. With his right hand, he reached for his dick and started jerking slowly. I didn't want this to end! I turned him around and gazed at his gorgeous body: his hairy muscular chest, his hairy tummy. I've always been attracted to older men. He was more attractive than I thought. I ran my soapy hands up and down his torso, occasionally stopping right above his thick dark-brown pubic hair. I gave his front torso a massage, which he really liked. He was watching my every move. His hand was still holding his fat meat. When I looked into his face, his eyes were staring at me. He looked down to my dick, still behind the wet underwear. Without saying a word, he placed his hand on my erected 7-inch meat and gently caressed it. He then reached into my underwear to feel it. My right hand began to stroke his dick while the other cupped his balls. Some precum was dripping from the tip of the head. I wiped it with my finger and put it in my mouth to taste his juice. He stopped stroking me and held my body close to him. We were locked in an embrace while the warm water gushed down between us. "I didn't know you would do this for me," he whispered in my ear. "I know this is weird, but I've always wanted to do this with you." His hard dick was pressed on my stomach while mine went just below his balls and between his massive thighs. He started to move his meat up and down my soapy stomach. I began moving in and out between his thighs. It was a wonderful sensation that it felt like I could cum in a few seconds. He stopped. He put his lips on mine and began passionately kissing me. His tongue played with mine. Gosh, he was a wonderful kisser! I ran my tongue from his neck down to his pubic area. I licked underneath his balls. He pressed his crotch harder on my face, forcing my tongue to reach his hole from underneath. He lifted his right thigh and rested his right foot on the wall. I explored further, deeper into this man's hairy ass from underneath. Then I quickly placed my lips around his thick meat and started sucking. Holding my head, he began to pump his dick into my mouth. I couldn't get all of him inside so I stroked the remainder with my hand. The pace was getting faster and I could sense that he's nearing orgasm. We were moaning loudly. He screamed, "I'm...coming!" Then I felt his warm cum shoot deep into my throat. I swallowed every drop of it. I quickly took his dick out and jerked it as I watched the remaining thick cum come out of his slit and drip down the thick shaft. I licked it passionately. I myself was nearing orgasm. My hand was beating harder on my meat. He pulled me up and went down on his knees. My dick disappeared into his mouth. I began pumping into his face. After a few seconds, he told me to stop. He got up and turned around. "Barry, I want you inside me." He spread his legs far enough to let me in. I hesitated at first, but later slowly pushed my dick into his wet hole. His breathing became faster and louder. "Harder, Barry. Harder." I held on to his broad shoulders as I slid in and out of him. It didn't take long before I exploded inside him, filling him with my juice. He reached underneath to massage my balls while I continue on pumping in and out. He continued on stroking his meat. After a few seconds, his second stream of cum came out, splashing onto the shower wall. He turned around, held and kissed me under the running water. I turned the water off while he reached for the towel. Uncle Marty wrapped the towel around my waist then gave me a hug. "That was wonderful," he said, then we kissed again. "I've always fantasized about you, you know," I said. Since then, whenever he has the house to himself, he would invite me over. He is the sweetest uncle I've ever known. I am very fortunate to have an uncle like Uncle Marty. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hope you like the story. Tell me what you think! 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