Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2023 20:36:44 -0500
From: StoryTeller <storytellerguy2020@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 2 - An Affair with Uncle Marco

                   Story Title -- An Affair with Uncle Marco

                      Category -- Adult-Youth, Interacial

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Chapter - 2  - An Affair with Uncle Marco

Uncle Marco moved in with us and got settled into his daily routine, and
so did we. Mom worked night shifts from Wednesday to Sunday. He worked
dayshifts Monday to Friday, 3 times a week to work out in the nearby gym
and twice for the run on the trail. I was busy finishing the last month
of school before the summer vacation.

Every night we had dinner together before Mom left for work. After
dinner, he would pour a drink of scotch for himself while watching some
sports. And every night before bed, he took a shower. He was a
disciplined man. His routine never changed.

Weekends were reserved for family -- My aunt and my cousin. Stayovers,
birthdays, anniversaries, get-to-gathers for some reason or the other. It
was clear from the way three siblings -- my aunt, Marco, and Mom
interacted with each other, that they were very close. Marco was my
mom's baby brother and respected both his sisters.

During this period, I had many interactions with Marco, more like him
advising me, and teaching me different stuff. Not that I wasn't already
fascinated by him, but these interactions with him led me to start having
a strong crush on Marco. I loved him, his personality, his demeanor, his
smell, and his voice. Every time he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, I
would get flip-flops in my tummy. Whenever and wherever I could, I kept
looking at him from the corner of my eyes; His broad chest, his muscles,
his handsome face, and his packed crotch. Everything!

He came home from work around six o'clock, so I started hanging out
around with him in our house, literally following him wherever he went,
so I could see him close up. He was so handsome! I started talking to him
about the school, my friends, sports, etc.

Soon, I began to get bolder around him during our short chats-- wearing
nothing but shorts myself, for one thing. I would stretch out on my belly
on the sofa, right where he was working in the loft. He always stopped to
talk, asking what I was reading, or how the school soccer team was doing.
He stood so tall over me, making me tremble. I'd have to lay on my
stomach or cover my hard dick with my book, so he wouldn't see the effect
he was having on me. Looking up at him, all I could do was not staring at
his bulging crotch.

I jerked off as often as I could thinking about him having sex with his
girl. At night, we would sleep in our separate beds. In the morning I
would get a peek at his naked body through the slit of my sheets when he
would come out of the bath and repeat his routine. I set an alarm, so I
won't miss it.

A month and a half passed like this. My school term ended. And my crush
on him peaked. The daily dose of seeing his naked body in the morning
made me stop seeing and thinking straight. I stopped any logic as to what
would happen if Mom found out or if he rejected my advances. Every time I
jerked off, I thought about him. It reached a point when I wanted to
touch him, his body, and his cock. I wanted him to touch me, crush me.

Unable to control my urges, I gave a lot of thought to what I had to do
to get closer to him. Finally, I came up with a plan.

One night, while he went to sleep after a few drinks, I went to his room.
Mom was at work. In the dim night light, I could see he was fast asleep
in his CK briefs. No tee.

I slowly laid next to him and started by laying my arm on his waist then
lifting it and laying it on his chest. Then when I heard him even
breathing, I dragged my arm slowly across his chest and just felt his
great muscles and hugged him to me lightly. His scent and his body felt
amazing. He seemed to stay asleep so I moved down to his briefs and lay
my hand on his cock, so slowly.  I touched him in wonder and thrill
because I'd never done anything like this before. The weight of my arm
gave him a hard-on. I rubbed and rolled it for a while.

I ran my hand up and down, caressing his inner thighs then back to his cock to rub it more all the time hugging him to my body.  It was a joy and a total thrill.  He didn't seem to wake up so I continued.  I didn't have any experience so I didn't do anymore.  Sucking his cock didn't even occur to me. I just went on rubbing and messaging him. Then he rolled, and I chickened out and left. Back in my bed, I jerked myself off thinking about him.

I was worried about his reactions the next morning, but he acted normal, confirming that he had no idea of what I had done the previous night.

The next night, the now-emboldened me did the same, but not for long. Because I was tired and fell asleep without realizing that I had fallen asleep.  Both of us were in our shorts sleeping on the same bed. Hours later, I woke and found he had rolled over to my side. We were almost spooning.

That was hot.  He felt wonderful against my back and butt and our thighs were together, too. I sort of slowly pushed back at him to snuggle in to feel as much of his body against me as I could. He didn't put an arm over me or hug me, he just was close to my back, my butt and that gave him a sleep woody. I could feel his hard warm cock on my ass. It sent a thrill through my whole body and my asshole tickled unbelievably. I wanted more but he was asleep. I got tired of waiting if something would happen. Super aroused, I came to my bed and jerked off.

Our days were normal. He never said a thing. So, I got emboldened even more.

One day when he was at his work and Mom was asleep downstairs, I went through his stuff in the closet. I loved touching his clothes, his underwear, and his briefs. On one of the shelves, I found his bag of toiletry. There in one of the compartments, I found a few Magnum XL condoms and a bottle of lube. This was the first time I touched a condom.

At night, when Mom was on her night shift, I was awakened by the creaking
sound coming from his room. I waited for the sound to stop but it only
got louder. I finally decided I had to see what was going on. I crawled
on my tummy to the patio, went behind the patio chair, and looked in the
room through the window.

When I crept up and peeked in I thought I'd died and gone to heaven! I
couldn't believe what I saw. He was stretched out on the bed, with his
back against the headboard, stark naked, jerking off!!! Finally, I saw
what I'd been dreaming about. It was everything I'd imagined and more.
His cock looked enormous, long and so thick his big hand barely wrapped
around it. He was pumping and stroking it with his fist. I only had
myself to, but he sure put me to shame. Here was the man-sized dick I had
been dreaming about; long and thick. He was even hotter than I'd
imagined! As I watched him beat himself off, my mouth gaped open. His
chest and arms were flexing, pumped to their fullest. His skin shone with
his sweat. I could hear him moaning and groaning. His deep sexy voice
vibrated right down to my balls and made them quiver. I rubbed my hard
cock through my shorts as I watched him, breathlessly listening to his
sexy moans. He started getting louder and beating his dick faster. I
stared at him, fascinated.

"Ohhhh, yeah -- ugh, augh!" he roared, and he came. A fountain of thick
creamy cum shot out of his cock and rained down on his hairy chest, spurt
after spurt striping his furry pecs with white ropes of cum.
"Ughhh, ughhh, ughhhhhh!" he grunted, pumping out an unbelievable amount
of jizz. As he slowed down his fist, milking out the last of his load, I
lost it and blew right in my gym shorts. I grabbed the windowsill as my
knees went weak and I tried to keep silent. My vision blurred while waves
of pleasure wracked my body.

As I regained control of myself, he was juggling his balls, coaxing out
the last of his load. His chest was covered in white cum. He lay there
for a while, panting. When he got up I ducked down so he wouldn't see me.
I peeked up through a corner of the window, hoping to stay out of sight.
He went over to the far side, took a terry towel, and wiped himself
clean. As he cleaned up I tip-toed away, and I stumbled into bed, so
exhausted that I fell into a deep sleep.

----To Be Continued ---