Date: Sun, 26 Apr 2020 23:08:41 +0200 From: Hm Gf Subject: Marine Uncle, Part 2 (gay, incest) This is a continuation of the story Marine Uncle...but the Marine Uncle isn't present.... Uncle Ed, dressed in the Santa suit with a glob of my cum on the pant leg, continued to give out presents. My father's sister's husband (Uncle John) had been suspicious of where I had been before Santa's visit and he had noticed the glob of cum on Santa's pant leg. I was terrified that someone else would see the cum and comment and figure out that Ed and I had been in the basement together. Fortunately, there was so much focus on the gifts that no one else noticed. On Christmas Day, my family usually had Christmas lunch with my maternal grandparents, but they had travelled to spend Christmas with my mother's brother. We were therefore again at my paternal grandparents for lunch. My father's sister and Uncle Ed were not there but rather at his parents' house. I was nervous about meeting Uncle John and tried to steer clear of him. He was, however, as friendly as ever as if his suspicion of the night before had disappeared. I even sat next to him at lunch. Since last evening's events, I had looked at him differently. I had always thought of him as just an uncle, but in reality he was quite hunky and masculine. He was in his mid-40's, 6', 1", 200 lbs, bald on top with the sides always cut in a short buzz and and a nice, well-trimmed, medium length, salt and pepper beard. I remembered that he had a nice hairy body that was naturally kept in good shape since he was a construction worker. He was a little introverted and could easily disappear in a crowd of extroverts and I was usually drawn to people who were the life of the party. My grandfather's house was built at the foot of a mountain and there was a family cabin on the mountain and after lunch I announced that I would hike up to the cabin for a few hours. Uncle John said he would go as well. My grandmother packed us a thermos of coffee and some sweets and we took off. It took about a 1 ½ hour hike in the cold wind to get up to the cabin and we quickly built a fire in the fireplace to get warm. I poured the coffee and John brought out a hip flask of whisky to add to the coffee. We sat and drank in silence and stared into the fire. He broke the silence by saying "I guess you are becoming a man now and a man has the right to choose the way he wants to live, I hope you know I respect you and would like to have a man-to-man talk with you." I didn't really know how to respond or where he was going with this and I was a little confused. When he saw I was speechless, he continued, "A man-to-man talk means that whatever we say here stays only between us, do you agree?" I nodded my agreement. He asked me if there was anything I wanted to tell him but I shook my head no. He told me that he knew that I had been buying fuckbooks at Old Garvey's record store and that he knew I had been buying mags with men and women fucking. He said that, in his view, there was only one reason why a man would buy those types of mags and that was if he was interested in cocks. I started to flush and I thought I might cry, but he continued. "The reason I know what you bought at Garvey's is because I saw you there.........and I was there to buy the same." He continued and told me that he and my aunt were unable to have children due to an illness she had and it was a great sorrow for both of them. Both her physical and mental health were poor and she had no interest in sex anymore. He had physical needs and had started thinking about when he was a teen and experimented with sex with one of his male school friends. His attraction to men had become strong and he started buying male-female fuckbooks at Garvey's. He had noticed that now I had become a handsome man and he was attracted to me. He had been reluctant to approach me as he thought it was a little perverse. If there was interest from my side he would like to pursue it, but if there was not, we would never speak of this again. Wow, I was floored on many levels! This man had really treated me like a man and had shown me respect. He trusted me with his deep, dark secret and had given me the opportunity to tell him mine. He had approached me with an offer that I could accept or refuse. How easy it would have been for him to have just whipped his dick out and shook it my way to see if I was interested. I felt like I had just become 10 years older. I had lost more innocence in the last 10 minutes of this conversation than I had in yesterday's 10 minutes with Uncle Ed's dick down my throat. I was really confused, but my teenage hormones took control. I turned toward him and said "sometime in the future I will probably look back on this conversation and appreciate the way you treated me like a man, but right now all I want is for you to fuck my brains out." He relaxed visibly and I hopped onto his lap and started kissing him. Our tongues intertwined and we sucked each other's tongues roughly. I licked and chewed on his beard that smelled of a man and a hint of Old Spice. He was super horny, it must have been many years since he had had sex with another person. We tore our clothes off and he pressed his hairy body against my smooth body. My cock was raging hard. I pressed my head into his hairy chest and sucked on his nipples. He pawed my ass cheeks with his big hairy hands. I nuzzled down, licking his hairy stomach and met his steel rod. It was about 7 in long, uncut, very thick and veiny. I sucked it in my mouth and buried my nose in his musky bush. He gasped and moaned and enjoyed my attention to his cock. He flipped us into a 69 and started licking my smooth cock and balls with his thick tongue. His beard scratched my balls and between my legs and I couldn't hold back. My body was trembling and my brain was spinning. I shouted "I'm cumming," He quickly sucked my cock and swallowed my load. He laid me on my back, held my legs up and started licking my smooth ass cheeks. His big tongue dipped down in my crack and tapped my hole. Electricity flowed through my body as he buried his tongue in my horny ass. I began to tremble involuntarily and he asked me if I was ok. I nodded yes. My cock was already rising again. He asked me if I was a virgin and I nodded yes. He continued to tongue me and started to add his index finger. He licked around my hole and further down toward my balls. The licking sensation dulled the pain of his finger that was exploring further in my anal canal. He knew that it would be a challenge for my virgin hole to take his thick cock so he added two more fingers and licked my balls and cock. I was enjoying the feel of his fingers in my ass and my dick was again at full mast. He was panting with desire and his cock was rock hard and visibly pulsing with his heart beat. He placed the tip of it at my hole and pushed in while pulling his fingers out. His cock was much larger than the fingers so this technique was not working too well. I could feel my anal canal being stretched and it felt good until he reached my ring. I started to whine with pain and he took his right hand and smacked my face hard. I was pissed and said "what the hell?" He said "sorry it was a diversion tactic, my cock is now fully in and you didn't notice the pain." I laughed out loud, he was right. He started fucking me slowly but he was soon he was like a sex deprived bull. His focus was on feeling his dick fuck my tight hole. "Oh fuck, that feels so good, so tight, so hot, fuck yea, fuck, fuck, fuck." I was totally turned on both by being fucked by this bull, feeling his cock stretching and pounding my hole as well as by the energy of complete horniness he was emitting. My brain and ass were both overloaded with pleasure and I could relax and enjoy this pounding. "Fuck yea, plough my hole, breed me daddy!" My legs were on his shoulders and his face was right above mine. It was red and he was sweating profusely. He leaned down and started kissing me and sucking my tongue. After about 20 more strokes, he started growling like an animal and he bucked me one more time and exploded into orgasm. I could feel wave after wave of his hot seed pumping into my bowels. I jerked my own cock a couple of times and shot my load as his orgasm was ebbing. We were spent and laid in each other's arms for about 15 minutes. We looked at each other and smiled and giggled. He pulled out the hip flask of whisky and we gulped it with a cigarette. After that day, we met regularly for sex even after I got married and had kids of my own. John and I went fishing and hunting hundreds of times. The funny thing was that no one ever noticed that we never caught a fish or killed any deer, rabbits, or squirrels. (Feedback via email is appreciated)