Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2024 10:10:04 -0500
From: Sweetheart <rocococock@gmail.com>
Subject: Camping with Uncle Tony 2

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Chapter 2

My eyes felt heavy as they stared into the bright light of the campfire.
Uncle Tony and I had finished our meal of beans and crackers and were
sitting quietly under the dark, tall silhouettes of pine trees. The air
smelled clean and hearty, but no natural beauty could distract me from
the nearby memory of my beefy uncle rubbing his bare, hairy taint over my
dick. As I stared into the flames, I contemplated everything I thought I
knew about my family, being a man, and my sexuality.

I've always felt so much shame about myself, comparing myself to all of
the men in my family who seemed so stoic and tough. I thought that
because I was so sensitive and driven by my emotions, I was less of a
man; especially because I knew I was gay. Uncle Tony, in my eyes, was the
perfect example of what a man should be: handy, tall, strong, and sharp.
I always assumed he judged me for being so effeminate. I told myself that
if any of them, especially my uncle, found out I was gay, I'd be
banished from the family forever. But now, after blowing my load beneath
Uncle Tony, I was starting to wonder if I'd been wrong all along.

My deep contemplation was interrupted by the baritone voice of my
father's brother and my mentor for the week.

"W'ya got your head in the clouds there, kid?" he said.

"Oh- uh, haha, sorry. Nothing," I stumbled to say.

"Whatever you say, man," my uncle said, shaking his head and laughing
at me. "Hey, take a swig of this. It'll chill you out."

He handed me a strangely shaped bottle made of metal, very flat with a
slight curve. I undid the cap and took a swig, gulping it down before
realizing whatever was inside burned like acid.

"Blegh, what the hell was that?" I said, wincing and wiping my mouth.

Uncle Tony was doubled over, laughing at me as I felt the burning travel
into my chest, and then my stomach.

"C'mon man, it's whiskey!" he said, still chuckling. "You tellin'
me you never took a swig outta your old man's liquor cabinet?"

"No..." I said, feeling my face get hot.

"Man, you're a good kid, Brady. When I was your age, I was drinkin'
every day. You can take another sip if ya want to."

I took another swig, unsure if I really wanted to, but determined to earn
his respect. This time, I was prepared for the taste of the alcohol, and
let it pour over my tongue slower. I swallowed gently, shutting my eyes
tightly as the whiskey made its way down my throat. I made eye contact
with my uncle, who was leaning to the side, giving me a sweet smile as he
watched me choke down the liquor. His flannel shirt was unbuttoned to his
chest, and his tight jeans wrapped around his bulging thighs. He looked
like such a stud, and I felt embarrassed for myself, wearing my shorts
and a t-shirt, looking like a kid. I handed the flask of whiskey back to
him, noticing the feeling of falling in my stomach as I leaned forward.

"Thanks, cutie," he said as he took it, making my stomach drop.

I looked at my feet, not saying anything, feeling my uncle's eyes on me.

"You okay, kid?" he asked.

I scratched my neck, staring at the ground, doing anything I could to
avoid looking at him. I felt my eyes welling up and my throat getting
tight, but I just couldn't let myself cry in front of him. I never cried
in front of anyone.

"Yeah... I just- I just feel pretty lame, that's all," I said, forcing
the words out.

Uncle Tony sat up straighter, looking into my eyes over the campfire. He
asked why I felt lame with an empathetic tone, a voice I wasn't used to
hearing a man use. At first, I didn't know what to say, and then, all at
once, the truth started flowing out before I could stop it.

"I just want you to like me, and I know I'm not super masculine and I
know I'm not cool, but I really just want you to like me. It's so lame
I've never had alcohol before, and I'm so embarrassed that I fucking
came all over myself while we were goofing around and I'm just-"

"Woah, woah, kid, slow down!" he said, cutting me off.

I was practically panting, shocked at how much just spilled out of me
like a barrier was lifted between my mind and my mouth.

"Look, Brady, I'm not judging you, okay? I promise. You can just be
yourself, alright?"

"Okay..." I said, unsure if I believed him. "You don't think I'm a
fairy?"

"WOAH!" he said, his jaw dropping. "Damn, dude, nobody said that. Of
course, I don't. Well... maybe, but not in a bad way."

"I knew it!" I said, putting my head in my lap and crying.

It felt like all of my fears were coming true, that my uncle thought I
was gay and was going to hate me for it, just as I suspected. As I
sobbed, I was startled to feel a hand on me, gently moving up and down
the expanse of my back. I couldn't look at him and kept sobbing into my
lap.

"Hey, buddy... it's okay! I promise!" he said.

"You think I'm gay! Nothing is okay!" I said, screaming into my lap
through my tears.

"Yeah, maybe! Who fucking cares! I'm gay too!" he said, his words
ringing in my ears as if they were echoing throughout the forest.

My sobbing came to a halt, and it felt like I couldn't breathe. I was
stunned, in shock and disbelief at what I'd just heard. I slowly picked
my head up, my face wet with tears and snot, my throat dry and my eyes
heavy. I looked up at Uncle Tony, who looked down at me. We stared at
each other, silently, as I caught my breath. I could see a strange
expression on his face, one of empathy and reluctance.

"Really?" I said, my voice cracking.

"Yeah, dude..." he said, breaking eye contact as he continued stroking
my back. "I mean, shit... I'm not married, have no kids, I practically
live in the woods. What'd you think?"

I just looked at him, unsure what I could say, and then, out of my
control, I started sobbing again, collapsing into his chest. This time, I
was crying tears of relief.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, okay? Honestly, I've never
told the family... especially not your dad," he said, holding my head to
him.

"Why not?" I asked, looking up.

"Your dad's a dick if you haven't noticed."

I burst out laughing, making Uncle Tony laugh, and I kept laughing, so
hard I gave myself a cramp. After that, any sadness and worry I had felt
seemed to just vanish.

"Yeah, I guess he is, isn't he?"

"Yep, and your brothers are a bunch of knuckleheads, just like him.
Sure, you're not like them, but that's probably a good thing."

It felt like my whole life was being shattered before my eyes, like the
men I'd always compared myself to weren't actually what I thought they
were. I just couldn't stop laughing, hearing my uncle saying these
things about my dad and brothers. Every time they'd dunked my head in
the toilet, every time my dad called me a sissy, all those years lying to
myself, it all just seemed so silly now. I was laughing so hard that I
was drooling, and Uncle Tony was just smiling, watching my breakdown.

"Alright, kid, I think I might've gotten you a bit too drunk. Let's
hit the sack."

Uncle Tony stood, unzipping his pants, and taking his dick out. I stopped
laughing immediately, staring at my uncle's dick as he started pissing
on the fire, effectively putting it out. As the light from the flames
dimmed, I didn't waste a moment studying as much as I could of his dick
before we were left in darkness.

"C'mon, kid, grab my hand."

I reached my hand into the darkness, feeling it stumble upon his large,
rough fingers, and curl up inside of his palm. His hand felt strong and
warm and as I stood, I used it to keep myself upright. As we walked, I
stumbled and fell, giggling to myself and feeling like I'd just stepped
off of a rollercoaster.

"Woah," I said as I collapsed onto the floor of the tent, lying flat on
top of my sleeping bag.

As I closed my eyes, I felt myself spinning as Uncle Tony tugged my shoes
off, then my socks, my shorts, and my underwear.

"Sit up," I heard him whisper.

I sat up, feeling like I was going to puke when Uncle Tony tugged my
shirt over my head, laying me back down and helping me slip into my
sleeping bag. I listened in the dark as he undressed, breathing softly as
he undid his belt and piled his clothes on the floor. I heard him slip
into his own sleeping bag right beside me and whisper goodnight.

"Goodnight, Uncle Tony," I mumbled. "I love you."

"Love you too, kid."

I opened my eyes a few hours later to the chirping of birds and a beam of
sunlight hitting my eyes through the mesh window of the tent. At first, I
didn't notice anything was wrong, but as I woke up more, I quickly
realized I was drenched in sweat. Panicking, I pulled myself out of the
sleeping bag, my naked, thin body sticking to every surface it touched. I
sat upright, crossing my legs and rubbing my eyes. Next to me, Uncle Tony
seemed to be sleeping deeply, his sleeping bag pulled down to his ribs. I
watched his hairy chest rise and fall as he breathed, his pecs looking
impossibly big compared to my flat, teenage body.

As I watched his handsome nose swell with each inhale and I noticed my
dick was rock hard, poking out between my legs. I felt shame filling my
mind before remembering the night before, and what Uncle Tony told me.
And, for the first time in my life, I didn't fight my body's natural
reaction. I reached down, grabbing my cock and softly moaning as my body
jolted with sexual electricity. Uncle Tony didn't seem to mind when I
shot my load yesterday, so I told myself it wouldn't matter if I did it
again, right now.

As he slept, I slowly pumped my fist over my dick, fixating on his dark
nipples and imagining what it would be like to lick them, like he did to
mine yesterday. I thought of the feeling of his hairy taint on my dick
and warm breath in my ear. I started stroking faster, studying my
uncle's chiseled face and the outline of his muscular body beneath his
sleeping bag. I wanted to climb on top of him, straddling his big body
with my skinny legs, riding his cock like he did mine. I imagined how
it'd feel to have a man's cock between my legs, rotating my hips and
rubbing my dick over his balls and up to his tip. I imagined what Uncle
Tony's face would look like as I made him come, his load blasting out of
his fat cock onto his hairy stomach and chest. I thought of what his cum
might taste like as I jerked myself off, picturing myself licking his
load off of him and swallowing it, holding it in my mouth while he kissed
my neck. I heard his voice in my head telling me how badly he wanted me,
how he needed me to make him come.

My eyes were shut tightly as my dick started spraying cum onto the floor
of the tent, my legs wobbling. I pumped furiously, letting my teen load
drip down my fist and form a puddle on the floor. I caught my breath as I
grabbed my t-shirt from the day before, cleaning up my cum on my hands
and knees. I could feel the morning air on my exposed asshole, enjoying
the feeling of being nude in a tent with my hot uncle. As I cleaned up my
cum after my morning jerk-off, my stomach dropped when I heard my
uncle's deep voice say "My turn."


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