Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2023 09:50:20 -0500 From: StoryTeller Subject: Chapter 1 - An Affair with Uncle Marco Story Title -- An Affair with Uncle Marco Category -- Adult-Youth, Interacial Please note that there are depictions of unsafe sex, and alcohol use, that are in no way an encouragement to pursue in real life. Please educate yourself on safe sex and other practices before engaging in any risky behavior, particularly if it may be illegal in your country. This is an erotica that is based on some real-life experiences. It is intended to arouse and stimulate you. The first two chapters will have a lot of backstories and minimal sexual encounters. If Nifty is serving you content that you enjoy, please consider donating to it! Enjoy. Lastly, I love to hear readers' feedback and reactions to my writing. Please email me if you have any suggestions or comments I practically grew up among women. Till the age of fifteen, I did not have any man in my life. Certainly not any man who lived with us. I was raised by a single mom. My father passed away when I was 5. After my father, my mom became a nurse and bought a small townhome in San Diego near the hospital where she worked. My widowed grandmother came to live with us to help my mother raise me. My divorced aunt (my mother's sister) lived about 15 minutes' distance from us, with her three daughters. Mom was half-cuban and half Italian, Sicilian to be specific. My granny, a lean, short Sicilian woman married a Cuban immigrant. After her marriage to my Italian dad, my Mom moved to San Diego. Mom always worked the night shift as it paid well. It was easy to manage with my granny looking after me at night. A few years later when my granny passed away (I was 10 at the time), my mother rented the 2nd floor (one bedroom, a loft, and a bath) to her colleague, a woman nurse in her 40s. Soon our new tenant became a motherly figure to me in the absence of my mom. We kept the first floor for us. It worked well for us for two years till she moved out. So, you know I practically grew up among women. I should tell you about myself. I'm Joey. I was about to turn 15. I would be a sophomore in high school in a few months. I'm about 5' 3", 110, black, slim, fair-skinned, with a pinkish glow on my face, pink lips, and smooth. I had not yet started growing pubic or facial hair. Completely smooth all over, except my head, pits which I always kept groomed. My bone structure and looks more resembled my mom's than my dad's. One thing that made me stand out was my bubble butt. Two smooth, round, tight, peachy gloves parted by a thick crack. I wasn't sure whether I was straight or gay. All my friends talked about hot girls and how they wanted to fuck them or get them to suck their dicks. I was turned on by girls somewhat but when I saw a fit, muscular older man, (not all, just 5% men) I had this strange feeling in my belly. Mom hated to leave me alone during the night. She was looking for a new tenant, just like our last. Meanwhile, when there was nobody to `babysit' me at night, Mom often dropped me at my aunt's while she worked her night shifts. After two months of juggling between the hospital, home, and my aunt's, my mom was pleasantly surprised when my Uncle Marco (My mom's baby brother) called to tell her that he would be moving to San Diego for his training for a few months. After a long conversation, he agreed to stay with us for the next few months. Uncle Marco, whom everybody called Marco including me, was some sort of a naval engineer in the US Navy. Based in Florida, he visited us often when Granny was alive. But once she was gone, his visits dwindled till they came to a complete halt. Though Mom and Marco talked often, I hadn't seen him for the last 5 years. I was excited to meet Marco again, and more excited that he would be staying with us. I had seen Uncle Marco many times in my childhood. On his visits, he spent time with us during the day but almost always left in the evening. He was finishing college in those days. I had fond memories of us (children including my cousins) with Marco, teasing him, being teased by him, and playing soccer with him. Mom told me to learn all man stuff from Uncle Marco, while he was around so that I would get confident in life. She made my arrangements in the loft with a twin mattress on the floor, while Marco got the 2nd floor bedroom with a king bed. The entrance to our 2nd-floor bath was through the large vanity on one corner of the loft. The night before Uncle Marco was to arrive, I went to bed in my new bed on the second floor. I was awakened by the sound of the shower in the bathroom in the morning. I knew that it was Uncle Marco. I wanted to pee but since he was in the bathroom, I covered my face with a cotton sheet, closed my eyes, and waited for him to finish. The sound of opening of door of the bathroom broke my wait. I pretended to sleep with me looking at the bathroom vanity through a slit in the sheet. When Uncle Marco came out of the bathroom, my jaw dropped. What I saw sent electric currents through my spine. Lean and tall fully grown masculine man with broad chest, shoulders, and arms lightly bulged with muscle, his strong muscular thighs like those of soccer players. He was wearing a short towel around his waist. I could see his handsome chiseled face, heavy 5 o'clock shadow, and full lips in the reflection of the mirror. Except for some hair in the right places, he was mostly smooth. He looked like a Greek God. The sight of this masculine man stirred something in my belly and I got a hard-on. I kept looking at him through the sheets, as he moisturized his body, combed his hair, and sprayed cologne all over his body. I was so aroused I wished he would drop his towel so that I could see him naked. I continued to ogle his masculinity, the primitive lust he epitomized. The sight of his fully adult body had me bug-eyed. His smooth, tight-skinned, hairless body, the hard packs, broad shoulders, and masses of muscle. All of him, everything that I was seeing, feeling, smelling, all of it had me wrapped in a mystical haze of sensuality My haze was broken, when he dropped his towel. I saw a fully naked masculine hunk with his firm masculine butt towards me as he applied lotion on his body. Next, he turned around and What I saw was a beautiful, long, and thick cock hanging between his muscular thighs. The size of his swinging cock had me in awe, his trimmed hair, and the sculpted perfection of the tight batch of groomed pubes surrounding his prominent masculinity left me speechless. Uncle Marco inherited his looks from my Cuban grandfather. Uncle Marco was a true Cuban stud with a totally hot body; well-defined, smooth pecs, tight abs, small waist, slim hips, and muscular thighs. Nature adorned him with a big, thick cock that put most men to shame. A teen like me with a thin cock of 4" had no chance. (At that time, he was 30 years old, tanned, 6' tall, and 175 pounds with an 8.5" x 6.2" cock.) He quickly put on his Calvin Klein briefs and shouted, "Joey, wake up. It's 7 AM." --To Be Continued---