Date: Mon, 8 Aug 2011 23:31:46 -0400
From: Sean Rahilly <kinzusareta_yume@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Sexy Uncle Gary

Warning: This story contains hot gay sex between two males. If you are
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-Sean


My Sexy Uncle Gary

I got a text from my Uncle Gary on a mid-November Friday afternoon-I'd say
it was out of the blue, but that wasn't the entire truth. For the past year
and a half, my entire family had been telling me I should go visit him,
since we lived in the same city now, or near enough. I'd moved up to
Rochester to go to college, and Uncle Gary had lived near that area for
twenty years or so, which was just about my entire life. We saw each other
at holidays and birthdays, but that was pretty much it, so we weren't
really what you'd call "close".

So I was half-surprised when I got that text, asking if I wanted to go hang
out at his place for the night. I was sitting at the desk in my bedroom,
staring out the window at the grey November upstate New York sky, sick of
wasting too much time on face book and tired of wondering what the hell I
was going to do with the weekend. It wasn't much of a choice, really. I
texted him back to let him know I was on my way, slammed my laptop shut,
grabbed my trusty backpack, and did a quick glance around my room.

Hmm...what to take? My eyes fell on the bottle of Gun Oil lube on my
nightstand, and I smirked to myself. No, probably not that. I picked up
some clothes off the floor, smelled them--yep, clean, except for that one
pair of American Eagle briefs with the cum stain on it, but no one would be
looking at my underwear, right?--and stuffed them into the backpack. I
wasn't sure if Uncle Gary's invitation was for the evening or the entire
night, but I didn't have anywhere else to be, so I grabbed my razor, body
wash, toothbrush, etc, from the bathroom, and crammed that in the backpack
too.

Laptop? Nah. It'd be nice to get away from it for awhile. I grabbed my
smart phone from the desk, put it in the pocket of my jeans. Grabbed my
favorite white AE baseball cap from my bedpost, and put it on my hair,
checking in the mirror to make sure it was cocked just slightly to the
side, so my red bangs would show.

Yep, that was me in the mirror--5'9", red hair, dark brown eyes, a little
on the slim side but also getting pretty toned, thanks to my nightly gym
routine. But I'm not one to stand around and admire my own reflection in
the mirror, so I cast one last look around the room, and my eyes went back
to the lube on my nightstand.

Hmmm. A couple of thoughts ran through my head at the same time. First, I
hadn't jerked off since that morning in the shower, and that meant I was
long overdue. Especially with the herbal supplements I was taking; they
were mostly for the weightlifting, but an added bonus was that they
drastically upped what was already a very strong sex drive. I could jerk
off five times a day, and it was never enough. Just standing there,
thinking about it, made my dick start to swell in my boxer
briefs. Yeah...definitely gonna have to take care of that later. Hell,
Uncle Gary was a guy, he knew how it was. I'm sure he wouldn't begrudge if
I snuck off to the bathroom for a few minutes later on just to let out some
tension.

And the second thought was...Uncle Gary. Come to think of it, he wasn't bad
looking. Actually he was pretty damn good-looking, if I thought about it
for more than a second. Forty-one, really lean, but really solidly built at
the same time. Almost six feet tall, with short buzzed hair that had once
been dirty blond but was pretty much grey now. Cool blue eyes, a mellow,
easy grin, and a deep, yet quiet voice.

When I started wondering what he looked like naked, I knew I was way too
horny already. I shifted the backpack on my shoulder, trying to decide
whether to drop in on the bed, whip down my jeans and boxer briefs, and rub
one out right here before I left. I wouldn't even need to lie down, or even
sit down, just lean back against the door to my room and have at it...

But at that moment, my phone beeped again. I took it out of my pocket and
looked--yep, Uncle Gary again.

Thanks for coming out, Sport - it read. Lookin' forward to seeing you soon.

I smiled at the name he used to call me when I was a kid. And I felt sorry
for him...after years of jerking him around on a leash, his wife had
finally left him about a month ago. None of us were sad to see her go,
truth be told.  The guy had to be lonely...so I told myself to get my head
out of my pants, and with that I left the house, fired up my Toyota
4Runner, and made the 45-minute drive outside of the city to where Uncle
Gary lived.

Usually, when I'd seen him, it had been at my parents or grandparents'
house back in my hometown, so it had been a good ten years since I'd been
out that way. I remembered the way, though, even though the second half of
it was mostly back roads. Even on a dreary, late-autumn day, getting out of
the suburbs reminded me just how much more I loved the country than the
city. Sure, the fields were full of dried, brown grass, and the trees were
bare this time of year, but there was a sort of beauty, even to that. By
the time I pulled into the dirt driveway in front of Uncle Gary's house, I
felt more calm, and relaxed, than I had in a long time.

The house itself was small, and old, but really nicely done. Uncle Gary and
his ex-wife had fixed it up together, and it was simple, but really
nice. There was a huge yard on either side of the house, and far in the
back, miles and miles of woodland with four-wheeling trails. I shook my
head, looking at those far-off trees. Yeah, it would be awesome to live out
here.

I drove slowly around the side of the house, to the barn in the back. Now
when I say "barn", I'm not talking about a red clapboard building where
cows or horses are kept. This was more of a big shed--bigger than the house
itself, actually, by quite a bit--and it didn't house animals, but instead
it was home to just about anything fun that had a motor. Uncle Gary had
always been into machines and engines and stuff like that, and he'd always
spent a lot of his time out in the barn. Particularly in recent years, when
his marriage had gone south.

The big sliding doors on the front of the building were open a crack, and I
could see a mix of light and shadows from within. I smiled at the old
Toyota Tundra pickup truck parked next to the front of the structure--Uncle
Gary and I were both Toyota boys. I pulled my 4Runner up next to it, turned
it off, got out, and slammed the door shut behind me.

I could hear a TV somewhere inside the barn, playing what sounded like a
football game. Everything outside, though, was completely silent and still,
and the air was crisp and cool. It was a week before Thanksgiving, but I'd
bet my ass we were going to get some snow that night.

The sliding doors opened a bit wider, and Uncle Gary stood in the doorway,
a grin on his face. He looked as fit as ever, slim covered in wiry muscle,
and I had to tell my dick not to get hard again. It didn't really
listen. Uncle Gary was wearing a pair of Timberland boots, blue jeans that
were muddy at the cuffs, and a thin black t-shirt. He looked me up and
down, taking in my own pair of Timmys, which were just like his, my
American Eagle jeans and Abercrombie hoodie. I figured it was my
imagination, but his grin got wider as he looked me over.

"Damn, Sport, you made good time," he said, and pushed the door open a
little more. "You gonna give your uncle a hug?"

A hug? This was new. But hell, I could feel those hormones kicking in. He
gave me a quick, tight hug, and I caught a quick whiff of engine oil and
Irish Spring soap--the smell of a man, and pretty damn intoxicating--and
then he turned and beckoned me inside.

The barn was divided into two big areas. The front was where all of the
toys were kept, and the back was the man cave. The floor was dirt, strewn
with hay in some places, to catch the oil and stuff when he was working on
an engine of some sort. "It's been awhile since you've been out here,
Sean," he told me, still grinning at me like two little boys who were
looking around a clubhouse together. And actually, that's really what it
was like.

A snowmobile, two four-wheelers, a jet ski, two Honda motorcycles, half of
a Honda Civic hatchback, three BMX bikes, a Toyota Supra under a car cover,
and even a freaking pontoon boat under the loft in the back. A pool table
in the center of the room, half of which was currently covered with an old
tablecloth on which laid several tools and parts for some engine that I
couldn`t even identify. There was other stuff all over the place--tires of
every size you could think of, toolboxes, a couple of work benches,
barrels, and car and truck parts galore. "Man," I said, taking it all in,
shaking my head in wonder.

"You like?" Uncle Gary said, obviously pleased with my reaction.

"Shit yeah," I told him. "This place is great!"

Uncle Gary smiled even harder, his eyes glinting. "Yeah, Sport, that's what
I thought too."

Through an open doorway was the man cave, and it was no less
impressive. Martha Stewart wouldn't have approved (in fact it would
probably give the old girl a coronary) but it suited Uncle Gary, and me,
just fine. Dirt floor back here, too. Blue tarp on one section of wall that
needed to be patched up. The wall art was mostly hubcaps, car emblems, and
a couple of racks from deer that Uncle Gary had gotten over the years. In
the center of the room, facing the far wall, was an old, worn, brown couch,
a couple of equally worn recliners, all of them facing the pièce de
résistance--a huge, 60' LED flat-screen TV, by far the most expensive thing
in the entire barn (except for maybe the pontoon boat) up on the wall, just
like a movie screen. It was currently showing the football game that I'd
heard outside earlier, but Uncle Gary turned the volume down on the remote
as we came into the room.

Off to the right was Uncle Gary's weight bench, a rack of barbells, a
couple of old mats on the floor that reminded me of high school wrestling
rooms for some reason, and a couple of exercise machines, all relatively
new and in good condition.

Off to the left, on the far wall, tucked into the shadows, was a stretch of
countertop, a sink, a microwave, and a refrigerator that had to be older
than I was. Beyond was a door that I didn't recognize.

Uncle Gary followed my eyes, and then nodded. "Oh. Yeah. That wasn't here
last time you were out here. I put in a bathroom out here, so I didn't have
to go back to the house to take a shower if I didn't want to. Check it
out."

I walked to the door, and opened it. A decent-looking sink, pretty standard
toilet, and a sheet of corrugated metal divided half the room. The rest of
it had a cement floor, a showerhead, cinderblock walls on two sides, and a
couple of those old beer signs from bars high up on the walls for
lighting. It was so totally fucking redneck, but in a way I can't quite
complain, it was cool as hell. "Nice shower," I said, and I meant it. There
were a couple of hooks along the far wall. One held an old flannel
bathrobe, a second held a couple of oil-stained T-shirts. The third was
empty, so I hung my backpack on it, so I'd know where it was later when I
needed it.

When we walked back out into the main part of the man cave, I saw the
blankets and pillow on the couch, and realized Uncle Gary had been living
out here in the barn, and not in the house, for quite awhile. He saw that
I'd put two and two together, and he nodded unabashedly. "Yeah, it was just
easier to stay out here, out of her way. The funny thing is, after she
left, I still stayed out here. I like it better here. I'm actually thinking
of just renting the house out and living out here in the barn. I've got my
own kitchen, my own shower, my toys, and my TV. Everything a guy could
need." He laughed, then, in a shy way that I'd never seen him act
before. "Well, almost everything."

Hmmm. Right.

Before I had time to really process that statement, he slapped me on the
back and said, "Want to take one of the four-wheelers out, before it gets
dark?"

"Hell yes," I told him. I really envied him, living out here in the sticks
like this, with all this land to explore and nobody around to bother
him. It made me wonder what the hell I was doing in my boring suburban
apartment. I mean, sure, my two roommates were both college jocks like me,
hot as fuck and more than willing to pound my ass whenever I wanted,
but...man. It was nice out here. Really nice. A man could relax out here,
and not have to worry about being all proper and decent all the time.

I followed Uncle Gary back to the front of the barn, where he pulled on a
flannel shirt and jumped on the four-wheeler closest to the door. "Hope you
don't mind if we share this one...the other one's not working right now,
I'm in the middle of fixing it up."

"No sweat," I told him as I climbed on behind him.

He started the engine, and eased the four-wheeler out the door, between our
trucks, and down to the back end of the dirt driveway, where a mown path
led back into the woods. He looked back over his shoulder and
grinned. "Hang on." Then he actually leaned back into me, leaned his back
full against my chest.

Holy boner. Yeah, I really should've cum before I came. Sorry, that was
lame, but it was the total truth, dude. I really needed to cum, badly, and
Uncle Gary's warm back pressing against my chest made me start to get
revved up, if you know what I mean. "Seriously, Sport, hang on," he said
again, "`cause I'm gonna go fast."

Oh, what the hell. On impulse, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around
his waist, clenching my fists against his tight abdomen. His grin got about
a thousand times wider, and he revved the engine of the four-wheeler,
popped it in gear, and we took off across the yard before I really had time
to register what was going on.

There's nothing quite like the feeling of the wind in your face, the engine
revving, as you fly down a forested path, branches slapping you in the face
now and then. We rode that way until it was too dark to see, all the while
Uncle Gary was pressed back against me and I was pressed forward against
him. It felt good. Really, fucking good. I didn't question it, I just went
with it. And it seemed like that's what he was doing, too.

When it got so dark I couldn't even see him in front of me, he switched on
the headlights, and we headed back to the barn. I was totally at peace for
the first time in a very, very long time. This is what life was really all
about. And yes, it was nice to have a warm body pressed up against mine,
even if it was my uncle's--or maybe, especially if it was my uncle's?
Because I know this will sound really weird (but then again, you're reading
this, so I have to assume you get off on this kind of stuff too) but there
was something ten times more sexual, and ten times more comforting, knowing
that this was my uncle I was pressed up against. I can't really explain it,
so I won't really try to.

So we went back to the barn, we ordered a pizza. Uncle Gary sat down on the
couch, and I hesitated between the couch and one of the arm chairs. Seeing
my indecision, he rolled his eyes at me and patted the couch next to him as
he opened a can of beer. "Get over here, Sport." Needless to say, you
didn't have to ask me twice.

We ate pizza and drank beer pretty much in silence as we flipped through
the TV channels, aside from the occasional comment about what was on
TV. There was nothing really good on, but after all, it was TV. "Yeah, it
all pretty much sucks," Uncle Gary said as he finally left it on some
UFC. Two guys were beating the shit out of each other. And no, before you
think that next thought, I'm not into hardcore stuff like that, but
watching two hot guys punch each other...well...you have to admit there's
something erotic about it, even if you wouldn't want to do it in real life.

Uncle Gary smirked. "This show's OK. Though I mostly just watch movies and
stuff." He finished his beer, and stood up to take the pizza box and the
empty beer cans to the trash bin outside. I watched the fight on the TV a
few seconds longer, until I heard him calling me from out front.

"Hey, Sport! Come look at this!"

I got up, walked through the darkened front half of the barn and somehow
managing not to trip over anything, to join him in the driveway. He pointed
upward, and I looked.

Snow. It was snowing. Had I called it, or what?

We stood there for a long moment, looking up at the sky. First there were
just a few flakes. Then a few more. Then a steady stream of them. "Wow," I
breathed, amazed by the beauty of it. Yes, I know how cliché that sounds,
but it really was beautiful.

Uncle Gary went around the side of the building to get rid of the pizza
box. I heard the beer cans rattle as he threw them into an old oil barrel
he kept next to the dumpster. Then he was back, hands in his
pockets. "Thanks for having dinner with me, Sean. It gets lonely out here
sometimes."

"Yeah, Uncle Gary, I can see that," I told him, as I looked out through the
snow at the dark house, the dark sky, and the dark trees. "But it's nice,
too."

"You think so?"

"Yes," I told him. "I do. I can breathe out here. The suburbs are so packed
with people, most of them pretending to be something they're not."

"Yeah," he said slowly, and something in the look in his eyes told me I'd
reminded him of his ex-wife. Ouch.

"Sorry," I told him. I wasn't sure what else to say. Like I said earlier,
we really weren't that close, and we'd never really spent a lot of
one-on-one time together. Usually we were with a whole room full of family,
and it was hard to get a word in edgewise. But Uncle Gary and I were both
alike...when left alone, we didn't have a lot to say. Only...I desperately
wished I had something to say now, something that would make him feel
better, because he was my uncle, after all, and I honestly was sorry for
what had happened to him.

He took a deep breath. "You know what? It's OK, Sean, it really is. It had
to happen this way. Neither of us were happy. Megan let the whole world
know she wasn't happy, but I..." his voice trailed off for a moment, and he
started at nothing for several seconds before finally looking back at
me. "I didn't make as big a deal about it, Sean, but I wasn't happy,
either. Not at all."

I made what I hoped was a sympathetic face, without being too smarmy. "I'm
sorry, Uncle Gare," I said lamely as my brain worked furiously, thinking of
something better to say.

He saved me, though. "No worries, Sport. It's all good. At least for
tonight, I don't have to be alone." He glanced at my 4Runner. "Do you have
to be back tonight?"

"Nope," I said, smiling. "I don't have any plans for the whole weekend, in
fact."

"And just hanging out here isn't...boring to you?" Fuck, the way he said
that was too damned cute. I really needed to cum so I would stop thinking
like this.

"Boring?" I said. "No. Hell no. This is just what I needed."

"Really?" His face lit up, and I realized that I had found the right words
to say, after all. "Good. `Cause I'm really glad you're here, sport."

"Me too," I told him earnestly.

He nodded, almost as if he were deciding something for himself. "Good. Then
get back inside. It's getting cold out." We stepped into the barn, and he
pulled the sliding doors shut, then locked them. He put an arm around my
shoulders and steered me back toward the man cave. I went to sit down, then
noticed he wasn't heading back to the couch, and hesitated. He motioned for
me to sit. "I'll be right there, Sport. Just gotta piss out some of this
beer first."

I laughed. College jock boys were hot, but they were too damned prissy
sometimes. Uncle Gary didn't mince words, and I liked that. But then, that
was no surprise...we were family, after all.

I settled back down on the couch and waited for him to come back. I sort of
watched the UFC show, but wasn't paying total attention to it. I was more
focused on my cock, which was semi-hard again. I looked over my shoulder
toward the bathroom door, which was almost closed except for a two-inch gap
where the light spilled out. I wondered if I had enough time to reach my
hand down my pants, jerk myself off, and cum, before Uncle Gary got
finished pissing. Probably not...even though I'd cum after just a few pumps
of my hand on my cock, he'd already been in there for a good five minutes,
so he was sure to come back out any second now.

I shifted on the couch, and the palm of my hand brushed against part of the
cushion that was stiff, like something had dried on it. It was hard to see
in the dim light, but my perverted mind immediately thought that it looked
like a cum stain. I'm quite familiar with those...hey. I'm a guy, and I
like to make as much spunk as I can. And there are no girls around my
apartment to get offended by it, so when I cum on something, I don't hurry
to clean it up right away.

I rubbed my fingers over the splotch on the couch. Yep, definitely a cum
stain. There was no doubt that Uncle Gary and I were related.

In the flickering light from the TV, I looked at the rest of the couch, and
realized there wasn't just one cum stain. Wow. Looked like Uncle Gary had
spilled quite a lot of his seed on this couch. I probably shouldn't have
found that as hot as I did, but...well...it was pretty fucking hot. My dick
started to get harder as I imagined him sitting right here, beating off,
shooting his cum all over the place. Once again I found myself wondering
what he looked like naked, but this time I didn't try to stop myself.

Okay, I was rock hard now, thinking of my uncle sitting right where I was
right now and manhandling himself until he shot his load. Was the blanket
covered in cumstains too? I reached for it, but as I did I noticed
something sticking out from behind the couch cushions. I grabbed for the
strip of fabric, pulled it out, and instantly got so completely and utterly
fucking rock hard that I couldn't stand it anymore. It was a pair of
wadded-up briefs, black with a grey waistband, which were totally covered
in cumstains. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Finding another guy's cumrag, whether by
accident or on purpose, is such a fucking turn-on to me, you have no
idea. Well, you're reading this, so I guess you do sort of have an
idea. Anyway, I knew without having to check that there was a big thick
bead of precum leaking out of the head of my cock, and as I looked at my
uncle`s cumrag, I could feel the precum just start to pour out of my
cock. Fuckin' A!

And still, the bathroom door remained half-closed! Okay. What was he doing
in there? If he had had to go to the bathroom, he would have been finished
a long time ago. My hormones were driving me crazy by this point, and I
really wasn't thinking straight. I was in a daze as I got up off the couch
and crept to the bathroom door. Gingerly, I peered inside. I could see the
toilet, but I couldn't see him. He wasn't near the sink, either. And I
couldn't hear the shower running...what did that leave?

I took a risk and pushed the door open another couple of inches. Uncle Gary
was standing near the wall across from the shower, going through...going
through my backpack. WHAT?

He had this boyish grin on his face as he pulled out that pair of American
Eagle briefs, the ones I told you about earlier. I'd used them as my own
cumrag when I jerked off a couple of times earlier in the week. Watching my
uncle hold my boxer briefs up to his face, just as I'd done with his, made
my heart pound. Most guys thought my fetish was a little weird...but here
was someone who liked the same thing. A glance down at Uncle Gary's
crotch--there was a fucking tent sticking straight out in his jeans--told
me everything else I needed to know. Quietly I crept back to the couch and
debated about what to do next. If I just walked in on him, it'd probably
freak him out. Well, maybe it would, and maybe it wouldn't. I sat there for
a minute, trying to think things over.

I really needed to get off. Uncle Gary obviously needed to get off, too. We
both liked the same kind of stuff. And again, it wasn't weird that he was
my uncle, in a way it made it all even better. It didn't faze me, and I was
pretty sure it wouldn't faze him, either.

I cleared my throat and raised my voice. "Hey, Uncle Gary?"

A minute later he sauntered back into the room. "Yeah, Sport?"

I don't know whether he was trying to hide it or not, but even in jeans,
his boner was sticking straight out, and there was this really hungry look
in his eyes. That clinched it for me. I was going to get my uncle to fuck
me tonight, and that's all there was to it. And I was pretty sure I
wouldn't have to try too hard. His eyes went to the pair of his briefs that
I was holding in my hand, and his mouth fell open slightly. He looked back
at my face, still trying to judge my reaction.

Just in case he had any doubts as to my own willingness, I reached down and
gave my cock a good squeeze through the fabric of my jeans. I thought his
grin couldn't have gotten any wider, but I was wrong.

"Shit," he said, shaking his head, as he came to stand in front of
me. "Here I was wondering if I could get my hot nephew to drink enough
beers to let me fool around with him, but now I don't even think I needed
the beers."

I laughed. "Well, I didn't mind the beers, but you're right--they weren't
necessary."

He looked me in the eye, serious for one second. "So you're okay with
this?"

"Sure am," I said, and before I knew it, Uncle Gary was leaning me back on
the couch. He pushed me gently down until I was lying on my back on the
couch, and then he lay down right on top of me, his face against the side
of my neck. He rubbed his stubble against my smooth face, and I moaned as
it sent sparks of energy through me.

"You like that, Sport?" he whispered in my ear.

"Fuck. Yes." I told him. He laughed approvingly and nuzzled my cheek. In a
few seconds, the nuzzling turned into kissing. He kissed along my jaw line,
once, twice, and then his lips found mine.

You know how when two people have great chemistry and one kiss is enough to
make you want to fucking blow your load? Well, that's how it was when Uncle
Gary and I kissed. I honestly think I saw stars as he took my lower lip
between his teeth, covered my mouth with his, and gently pushed his tongue
into my mouth. We were both moaning then, and he was grinding his crotch
against mine. Fuck, how big was Uncle Gary's cock, anyway? I reached down
to grab his crotch and was rewarded with a throaty growl of pleasure.

I reached for his belt, and tugged on it impatiently. He laughed and
slipped it off, then unzipped his jeans. He laughed again as I burned my
face in his crotch, smelling the fabric of the pair of briefs he was
wearing--the faintest whiff of piss, man musk, and more of that Irish
Spring soap. Surprisingly, though, no cum stains. But hell. I didn't care,
and even if I did have an underwear fetish, it wasn't his briefs I was
interested just then, but what was inside them.

The TV was still on, but Uncle Gary reached for the remote and turned the
volume down until it was just white noise in the background. He shrugged
out of the flannel jacket and took off the black T-shirt, tossing them both
on one of the recliners.

Fuck, he looked so hot, even in the dim light cast by the TV. A rock hard
chest, clearly defined abs, with just the right amount of hair--a light
covering on his pecs, and a darker treasure trail. Impatient, I reached for
his briefs and jeans and yanked them down. And let's just say that I was
NOT disappointed by what I found.

Holy fuck. His cock, long and thick, slapped upward against his hard abs,
the tip of it touching his belly button. "Shit, Uncle Gary, I mean...woah."

That was one powerful tool he had there, and his balls were massive
too. Who knew such a thin guy like him would have such a huge cock like
that. And his pubes...I couldn't resist burying my face in them. A real man
didn't trim his bush, and Uncle Gary was a real man. Wiry, but soft, dirty
blond pubes framed that awesome cock, and the smell of him was total
man. It was enough to make me high.

Then he was undressing me. First my shirt, and I felt his stubbly chin all
over my smooth chest, my shoulders, my biceps, my armpits. Hot as fuck. I
was hoping he would be a top, and he sure was. The air was cold by now,
really cold, but neither of us noticed as we curled up on the couch, lying
on our sides, him with his back to the back of the couch, and me with my
back against his chest. He pulled the nest of blankets up over us--they
smelled hot, like him: motor oil and man musk balanced perfectly by the
fresh scent of soap. Yum.

He wrapped us up in the blankets, and I thought of my hot uncle curled up
here alone every night, with no one to keep him warm, and nowhere to spill
his seed except in his own hand. What the hell was that idiot of an ex-wife
thinking? I didn't even think of her as my aunt anymore, but actually, I
didn't really want to think of her at all. Wow, she totally lost out, but I
wasn't going to.

All the while we lay there, Uncle Gary was nuzzling my neck, biting my ear,
all that stuff that sounds kind of cheesy but I'll tell you what, you
wouldn't knock it if a hot man was doing it to you! And his hands...wow,
did he know how to use his hands. No matter where he touched me, he made it
erotic. Even just the way he spread the palm of his hand across my lower
abdomen, his index finger hooked lightly in my belly button and his pinky
finger resting in my fiery red pubes, even that just made me want to cum so
hard.

It wasn't long before his cock was probing at my ass. It slid along my ass
crack, slick with his precum. I pushed my butt back against his crotch, and
he exhaled really loudly against my ear. "Sport," he said, "I'm not gonna
lie. I've wanted this for a long time now. And as much as I want to make it
last...dude, it's been awhile."

"Me too," I said, and it had been awhile for me, but I knew it'd been even
longer for him. "But this doesn't have to be a one-time thing, Uncle
Gary. We can take it slower the second time around."

His eyes lit up in the darkness. "Yeah?"

"Hell yeah," I assured him.

He chucked. "Well good, 'cause when I get up inside you, there's only one
thing I'm gonna want to do, and that's just totally fucking explode."

I shivered, hearing that. Uncle Gary held me tight for a minute, kissed the
side of my face one last time, and then rummaged down in the couch cushions
for something. At first I thought it was his cumrag, but instead he came up
with a jar of Vaseline. He popped the top off, scooped a big wad of it on
one long finger, and expertly slid it up my ass, rubbing the wall of my
tunnel with his finger, chuckling as I moaned really loud.

"Mmm," he said, satisfied at what he felt. "As tight as I'd imagined you'd
be, Sport." His scooped a second wad of Vaseline with his finger, and I
heard him greasing up his cock. "You ready for me?"

"Fuck yes," I said with such emphasis that he laughed out loud. He reached
for the remote one last time, turned the TV off, and we were shrouded in
darkness. I heard him toss the remote to the dirt floor, and then he turned
all of his attentions on me.

We stayed on our sides at first, him spooning me, as his cock probed the
entrance to my ass. This time, his head slipped right in, and we both
moaned in pleasure at the same time. He placed his hands on the sides of my
hips, fingers splayed, keeping me in place, as if he had to worry about me
going anywhere (no fucking chance of that!)

I felt every inch of him as he slid in. His mushroom head eased the way,
and then he slowly but steadily fed my ass the rest of his cock until his
bush was mashed hard against my ass cheeks. I wasn't even thinking
coherently at that time. My uncle was holding me, embracing me, as he
filled my insides up with his massive penis. When he bottomed out, he
flexed his cock. Oh, fuck, he knew how to do that just right. I moaned, and
he growled his approval. Our body heat made it so warm inside the blankets,
and the air in the rest of the room was so cold by now...it was the perfect
compliment, somehow.

Uncle Gary's hands moved up from my hips, to my abs, to my pecs, before he
finally locked his arms around me in a really strong embrace. I felt safe,
and protected, and wanted. This was everything that empty sex with my
roommates wasn't, and could never be. This was...wow. This was amazing.

He pulled a few inches out, then sank them back home again. Every time he
pulled back, I rammed my ass back down on him, putting his cock back where
it belonged. We fit together like we were made for each other.

"Sean..." he said, kissing the side of my neck, the side of my face, as he
held me, as he fucked me. "I should tell you," he said between thrusts, "I
haven't cum in about two months."

"What?" I said, not really at a point where I could make intelligent
conversation. Having a man plow my ass tended to make me forget everything
else. How could he not cum for two whole months? I could barely manage not
to cum for two whole hours.

"I haven't," he assured me, as if he could read my thoughts. He kept
talking, even as he kept thrusting into me. "Oh, before that I jerked off
all the time out here, but recently...no. I haven't wanted to, until now."

"Mmm hmm," I murmured, only able to focus on how it felt to have his dick
way up inside me, claiming me, making me his.

He started breathing harder, just like I did when I was getting closer to
cumming. "I just wanted to tell you, Sport, because..." here he paused for
a few seconds to pant heavily, "...because I'm a big cummer when I jerk off
regularly and...like I said...oh, shit. Mmmmmf. It's
been...two...months..."

He rolled us so I was lying on the couch on my stomach, and he was on top
of me. Damn. He really was a top! His heavy breathing was starting to turn
to moans, just like I did. Wow, this was pretty cool--I didn't have to
wonder when he was going to start cumming, because his body was doing
exactly the same things mine did, at the same times. And speaking of that,
I was starting to moan, too. My cock was rubbing against the worn fabric of
the couch, scratching against the hardened patch of his old cum stain from
a couple of months ago, and now Uncle Gary's moans turned to low grunts,
and I knew what that meant.

He was jabbing into me like crazy now, and my face was turned sideways, my
right cheek smashed into the fabric of the couch cushion, and I was fucking
LOVING every second of it.

"I'm gonna cum, Sport. Oh shit, am I gonna cum," he said into the back of
my neck.

"I know," I whispered, this huge fucking grin plastered on my face. "I
know, Uncle Gare."

"Yeah," he said approvingly. "I like when you call me that."

"Breed me, Uncle Gare."

I didn't need to tell him twice. Uncle Gary kept thrusting, but I could
tell by the way he was grunting that he was cumming. And boy, could I feel
it. He made sure his cock was buried as deep in my ass as he could possibly
get it, and he held me in a death grip as he seeded me. Spurt after spurt
of his hot semen coated the walls of my insides, and I finally couldn't
keep my own orgasm at bay any longer. As Uncle Gary ejaculated two months'
worth of spunk up my ass, I spewed my own seed all over the couch cushion,
cumming like there was no tomorrow. And even after my cock stopped
twitching, he was still pumping more cum inside me. I could actually feel
my guts expanding to hold it all.

I don't know how long he came, but it was a hell of a lot longer than I've
ever known anyone to cum before. Gradually his thrusts died down, and he
let out one long, satisfied breath, and held me really tight. I can't tell
you how awesome it felt to be safe and warm in my uncle's arms, with my ass
completely full of his spunk, and knowing how cold it was outside.

For a minute I thought Uncle Gary had fallen asleep until he stretched, let
out another satisfied moan, and whispered in my ear, "You have NO idea how
much I needed that, Sean."

"Oh, I think I do," I told him, and he laughed.

"So I was good?"

I turned to face him, wrapping the blankets around us, snuggling up close
so I could lay the side of my cheek against his chest. "'Good' doesn't even
begin to describe it, Uncle Gary. That was fucking amazing."

"Good," he said, sounding pleased with himself. "Glad to know I haven't
lost my touch."

"Nope," I assured him, "not one bit."

I snuggled up closer in the nest of blankets, and he wrapped his arms
around me, and the last thing I remembered before falling asleep was the
feeling of safety, security, and belonging. I may have been fucked by my
jock roommates before, but I'd never really belonged to them, nor them to
me. But lying there in Uncle Gary's arms, warm and contented, with a hot
load of his seed up my ass, I very much belonged to him, whether he knew it
yet or not.