Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2018 19:59:21 -0600 From: Bryan Mac Subject: On the Road with Uncle Terry - Chapter 1 ---------- Disclaimer ---------- This story depicts sexual acts between a teenager and a middle-aged man. If that offends you, please do not read this story. This is a work of fiction and represents fantasies I had when I was a teenage boy who crushed on all the neighborhood dads. I don't condone these actions in real life. Please donate to the Nifty Archive and support those who give us a place to explore alternative fantasy. I appreciate compliments or constructive criticism. You may contact me at 'hairymanfan22@gmail.com'. Enjoy! ****************************** ---------------------------------------- On the Road with Uncle Terry - Chapter 1 by Bryan Mac ---------------------------------------- I fiddled anxiously with the strap of my knapsack on the floorboard between my legs as I stared out the window of my dad's pickup truck. There wasn't much to see to distract me from my excitement -- just acres of farmland and the occasional grazing cow. My dad was driving down the interstate just outside Houston to a local truck stop where my Uncle Terry was waiting. Terry wasn't really my uncle, but I had thought of him as such my whole life. He had been my dad's best friend since elementary school, and when my mom passed away six years ago from an undetected brain aneurysm Terry had stepped in to help my dad and me adjust to a life without her. It had simultaneously been the best and worst year of my life. "Are you excited, buddy?" my dad asked with a grin as he signaled to exit the highway. I bit my lip and gave him a broad smile. "You bet! Thanks for letting me do this, Dad." I had just finished my junior year of high school, and my dad had suggested that I spend a couple of weeks of my summer vacation on the road with Terry. I jumped at the opportunity. Terry and I had become inseparable the year he lived with us, and it was painful when he moved out and went on the road. I still saw him a few times each year, but I was excited that for the next two weeks I would get to hang out with him every day. My dad pulled into a space in the truck stop parking lot a few spaces away from Terry's truck. Before my dad could even stop, Terry stepped out of the truck and flashed me a wide crooked smile. He shot me a friendly wave as he closed the door, and I returned one shyly. I had a crush on Uncle Terry for as long as I could remember. He was six-foot-two with broad shoulders and a firm, if not sculpted, physique. He had dark auburn hair and was currently sporting a horseshoe mustache and buzzed head. His face was spotted with freckles adding a boyish charm to his otherwise rugged appearance. When I was small I was fascinated by his cleft chin and poked at it constantly. He would throw his head back and pretend I had just given him a hard uppercut. It always made me laugh. The best part of his body, though, was his furry chest. A forest of hair covered his pecs and a trail led all the way down his belly to the waist of his pants. His bushy armpits blended right into his chest hair and were the origin story of my pit fetish. Since I had hit puberty I believed that Terry had the perfect body, and I compared every other guy I liked to him. Today all of that sexy body hair was covered. He wore a loose gray button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, tight workman's blue jeans over dusty brown boots, and a weathered dark blue baseball cap with a tear on the brim. "How's it goin', Travis?" Terry said as he extended his hand to me. I shook it firmly, and then he grabbed me by the nape of my neck and pulled me in for a tight hug. His familiar smell filled me with memories. Terry didn't wear cologne, but he had a distinctive musk that I could only describe as "hard-working man." After I stepped back he embraced my dad in the same warm hug and then said, "So how've you guys been?" "Good, man! This young man just became a senior," my dad said, squeezing my shoulder. "Good job, dude! I was worried you wouldn't pull it off," Terry joked. I wasn't a genius, but I was a steady A-B student. He continued, "And to celebrate you decided to join an old man out on the road in a cramped truck? You've got some weird idea of fun, dude." I playfully punched his arm, but that just egged him on. "You don't got a girlfriend to play with this summer? Or buddies to hang with? You wanna be cooped up in this rig with a sweaty old man?" Terry wasn't really old. I guess some 17-year-olds would consider 44 "old," but I wasn't one of them -- at least not Uncle Terry. He had no family he held responsibility for and lived his life driving on the open road. It was a fantasy for a lot of young men my age. It made him feel more like my peer than my elder. Of course, I would never say that to him. It wasn't our way. "You don't know what I like, old man," I joked, and then slightly blushed. Truth be told, I was far more interested in men like Terry than any girl or boy my own age. But I didn't want this trip to be awkward so I had to make sure to keep those thoughts to myself. He and my dad exchanged pleasantries, and Terry promised my dad that he would keep me fed and watered and safe. Despite his laid-back personality he could be a responsible man when the situation demanded it. He had been trusted to take care of me as a boy, after all. "You ready to hit the road, dude?" Terry said pointing to his truck. "Let's roll, old man!" I said enthusiastically. I tossed my knapsack over my shoulder, gave my dad a firm hug, and bounded toward the passenger door of the enormous truck. Terry waved goodbye to my dad as he boarded the rig. We buckled up, he started the engine, and then he gave me a hard slap on the leg. Flashing me that signature crooked smile he said, "Ready for some fun, dude?" I was. ****************************** I did most of the talking during our first couple of hours on the road. I told Terry about school, my friends, my new spot on the varsity track team, and my plans for college the following year. He listened intently but rarely interjected. Despite his jovial nature, he was usually quiet unless prompted for a response. I thought it was only natural spending so many solitary years on the road. I wondered if my yapping was a nuisance to him. "Sorry if I talk too much," I blurted out in the middle of a silence. "Just tell me if I get on your nerves." Terry frowned. "Why'd you think that? I like talkin' to ya. It gets too quiet out here sometimes. And I'm the one who wanted ya to ride along. I wouldn't have said anythin' to your dad if I didn't want ya to come. Besides, you've been squawkin' my ear off since you were this big." He pinched his thumb and index finger close together. "So, since I was a fetus?" I retorted. "Since you were a fetus," he continued the gag. "We could all hear ya jabberin' even in your mom's belly." After a moment I said, "I thought it was Dad that suggested this?" "Naw, the other way around," Terry said. "I asked your dad if you could come along with me for the summer. We haven't got to hang out a lot the last couple years, and I wanted to spend some time with ya like old times." I was quiet for a moment thinking back to the year Terry lived with dad and me. And I thought about mom. I felt happy and sad. "Cool," I finally said softly, "me too." Cutting the silence Terry said, "So, you got a girlfriend back in Houston?" I genuinely liked girls. I dated a girl last summer from a different high school that I had met while working as a lifeguard at a community pool. She gave me my first blow-job in the bed of my dad's pickup during a fireworks show on the fourth of July. But, in the past year I had messed around with a couple of guys from school, and those encounters were more fun and exhilarating than anything I had done with girls. "No, I don't really have time for a girlfriend with school, and track, and work, and everything. I hung out with this one girl last year, but it was just a summer thing." That was all the truth. "You 'hung out,' huh?" Terry grinned. He ultimately let my euphemism go. "Well, that's cool, dude. You got plenty of time to spend with a whole buncha girls. What's important at your age is ya have fun. I bet there's a lotta girls chasin' after ya too." I blushed and said sarcastically, "Yeah, tons." "Come on, dude!" Terry was in teasing mode again. "You can't tell me girls don't go wild for that fuzzy lip!" I put my hand over my mouth and chin as Terry stretched his arm toward me wiggling his finger at my mouth. The beginnings of a mustache and goatee were growing on my face. But, at my age my facial hair was still blotchy and grew slowly. He was giving me shit. "Fuck you!" I said playfully. Terry gave a hearty laugh. "Come on, Trav! I'm serious! You can drive the girls wild with that manly moo-stache! Y'know what I'm talkin' about, dude?" I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "You know what I'm talkin' about, right?" he continued. "Shut up, old man," I sighed. "C'mon, you know what I mean?" He wouldn't let it go. "Just give 'em a little tickle. Just a little tickle down south!" He tickled his own chin and wagged his tongue in the air like he was eating pussy. I busted out laughing and so did Terry. "How long have you been growin' that bad boy? Couple weeks? A month?" Sometimes his jokes wore out their welcome. He wasn't wrong, of course, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. You had to give Uncle Terry as much as you got from him. "You're a dick," I shot back, "I just shaved this morning. I'll have a mountain man's beard by tomorrow!" "Hell, I can't wait to see that!" Terry laughed heartily, and I did too. After we settled down Terry said, "Seriously dude, it's shapin' up pretty nice. You'll be able to grow somethin' like this before ya know it." He ran his fingers across each side of his own thick mustache and then rubbed his neck. Terry liked to joke, but he would never leave anyone to believe his jokes were really jabs. He was a good man. And I hoped he was right about my facial hair. "Thanks," I said, but then playfully added, "but you're still a dick." "A big ol' dick!" Terry blurted out and guffawed. I blushed and looked away. We continued like that for another hour down the interstate. It was so good to be spending time with Terry like this again. He was like an uncle, a big brother, and a best friend all at once, but he also made my heart race like no one else. I felt my cock stiffen at the thought of Terry's "big ol' dick" and I adjusted myself in my seat. I jumped when he said, "You gotta piss? There's a rest stop at the next exit." Had he seen me grab my dick? I nodded, and Terry took the exit to the rest stop. Then he grabbed his own dick through his jeans and said, "Good, 'cause I've gotta piss like a race horse." "What does that even mean?" I joked. "Hell if I know," he replied still holding his dick. "We'll take a piss and then eat lunch when we get back on the road. I picked up some gas station grub this mornin'. It's not a king's feast but it's decent, and we can eat while we ride. That okay with you, dude?" "Yeah, cool," was all I replied. I needed to calm myself down and stop thinking about Terry's dick if I was going to survive two weeks confined in this truck with him. He parked the rig a short distance from the restrooms and turned off the engine. Just ahead of us was a family sedan and further up was another rig. The family were all standing just outside the car stretching their legs. The mom started shuffling two small girls toward the women's restroom while the dad did stretches against the side of the car. Terry had spotted the man too as he grabbed onto the hood and lifted his leg like a ballerina. My uncle shot me a sarcastic side-eye, and I chuckled. Terry and I walked past the man and gave a friendly nod as he lifted his hands over his head to stretch. His polo shirt raised up to reveal a smooth belly. He was attractive enough, but a smooth body on an older man was a disappointment to me. We entered the men's room and I sidled up to the urinal trough a respectful distance away from another man, probably the driver of the other truck parked out front. He looked older than Terry thanks to his full black beard with large streaks of gray. He had a dark complexion and thick arms covered with black hair that ran all the way up into the short sleeves of his white t-shirt. I dared to glance at his dick pissing into the trough, but I was suddenly cut off by Terry's frame blocking my view. Instead of standing to my left, Terry took the narrow space at the urinal between the other man and me. He and I were almost shoulder-to-shoulder, and I could imagine the same thing was happening on the other side. Terry deftly unzipped his fly and whipped his dick out with one hand. Holding it between two fingers, he began to piss and dropped his left hand to dangle at his side. It brushed my arm and gave me goosebumps. This wasn't the first time I had seen Terry's dick. We had lived together for a year, and he wasn't shy about wearing nothing but boxers around the house. I would occasionally catch a peek when he would recline in my dad's overstuffed armchair with one leg propped up. If the rest of Terry's body was my ideal, it only stood to reason that his dick was too. I had never seen him fully hard, but even his semi-hard dick was impressive thanks to his extreme girth. Terry had what you might call a "beer can dick." "How's it hangin'?" Terry appeared to acknowledge the other man at the urinal. "Long and large, bud," the trucker responded, and Terry chuckled. Did these two know each other, or was this just Terry's friendly nature? "I thought you needed to piss, dude," Terry's voice jolted me back into reality. It suddenly occurred to me that I was standing dumbfounded in front of a urinal trough with my hands just hovering over the fly of my jeans thanks to Terry's brazen presence. The man on his opposite side snickered, and I muttered, "Yeah, right," as I fumbled to pull my dick out of my fly. I turned my head away from Terry and the other man and stared at the wall as I pissed. I knew my face was flushed and didn't want them to see. When I finished pissing I shook the last few drops from my dick, and Terry felt another joke was in order. "More than three shakes and you're jerkin' it," he said matter-of-factly. I turned and stumbled to the sink to wash my hands. In the mirror my face was as red as a cherry. The other man at the urinal snorted a laugh, and Terry said to him, "Little dude's my nephew. I just like to fuck with him. It's kind of our thing." While that was true, he had no idea about my unresolved feelings for him and how much those feelings ramped up the embarrassment. I quickly washed my hands and darted out of the men's room drying them with my shirt. I almost ran into the mom and her girls exiting the women's room, said a quick "excuse me," and jogged across the paved path leading back to Terry's rig. I jumped in the truck and slouched into the seat in a huff. I wasn't really mad at Terry –- my feelings for him just complicated what should have been some good-natured ribbing. On the bright side, my hard-on had vanished from the mixture of embarrassment and just really needing to piss. I took out my phone as a distraction while I waited for Terry to return to the truck. My dad had texted me "Having fun buddy?" I texted back "yeah, thx for letting me go. Terry's being a dick tho. Lol" Dad knew how Terry and I teased one another and knew I wasn't serious -- at least not completely serious. My uncle wasn't my favorite person right now. Almost immediately my dad texted back a clown emoji. I rolled my eyes and smiled. He was such a quintessential dad, and that clown helped me out of my funk. I spent a couple of minutes scrolling through my social media feed and then looked up, realizing that Terry wasn't back yet. What was taking so long? In front of me the exercise dad had gotten his wife and daughters settled into the car, and he was headed for the men's room. I watched the dad enter the restroom and then exit only a few seconds later. He walked hurriedly to his car, said something to his wife through the passenger window, climbed into the driver's seat, and pulled away from the rest stop with a brief squeal of his tires. About a minute later, Terry emerged from the men's room and hustled to the truck. He slung open the door and lifted himself into his seat. He seemed a little out of breath, and his baseball cap was turned backwards. "Had to drop the kids off at the pool?" I ribbed him. "Uh, yeah," he replied flatly. I remained silent as he pulled away from the rest stop. It wasn't like Terry to pass right by a bathroom joke. As we drove past the restrooms the other trucker exited the men's room and stared at Terry's truck until he fell out of range of my rear view mirror. "Did your friend enjoy all the jokes at my expense?" I was over whatever anger and embarrassment I had felt and didn't like it when Terry was this quiet. "He's not my friend," Terry replied strangely. "And, sorry 'bout the jokes." "Right, okay," I responded quietly. I wasn't a child, I wasn't daft, and I was exploring my budding sexuality. I knew what men sometimes did at rest stops. I had just never considered my Uncle Terry being one of those men. He was masculine, and he told me about ex-girlfriends and hookups with women on the road. But then I considered that I had done the same with my friends. I had told them about what base I'd gotten to with which girl. Sometimes it was true, and sometimes it was all made up. I told my buddy Jesse every graphic detail of the blow-job I got from an out-of-town guy at Melanie Donahue's spring break rager but just switched all the pronouns. I glanced over at Terry and wondered how much he didn't tell me despite our closeness. Of course he wouldn't want to talk about something he tried to keep private, and I was a jerk for pressing him. He caught me glancing at him and flashed me a crooked smile with a hint of guilt. ****************************** It was after 9 p.m. when we pulled into the truck stop just past the Texas-Oklahoma border. I was starving and the diner that shared a parking lot with the truck stop made my mouth water. It looked like an old fashioned greasy spoon, and I hoped that they served breakfast 24/7. I also hoped our waitress would be a sassy old woman named Flo, but that wasn't a deal-breaker. Our ride since the rest stop had been more quiet. My mind kept drifting to what might have happened between Terry and the other trucker. It had been peaceful, though, watching the beautiful scenery pass by just off the open highway. "We'll stop here tonight and finish this delivery in the mornin'," Terry reminded me as he parked and cut the engine. "I see you droolin' at that diner over there. You've got a good nose. They got damn good eggs and bacon." He was acting a little more like himself. I put my hands up and pretended to beg like a hungry dog. Terry laughed, "Okay, down boy! I wanna take a quick shower first if ya can wait for me. If not, you're welcome to go right on in and I'll catch up." "I'll wait," I said without hesitation. I was hungry, but I didn't want Terry to think I wanted to get away from him. "Okay, cool," Terry continued. "I figure we can alternate showers and then I can cover 'em all on my point card, unless one of us starts to stink too bad and then we'll figure somethin' else out." I gave Terry a thumbs up, and he went back to the cab to gather his shower necessities and a change of clothes. I looked back at the sleeper cab and noticed for the first time how small it was. I had ridden in Terry's truck before, but the only time I had ever slept in it was when I was very small and could comfortably curl up in the passenger's seat with a pillow and blanket. I didn't think that would be possible anymore with my six-foot frame. I guess he noticed my apprehension as he climbed back into the front seat. "It'll be a tight squeeze. You're okay being the little spoon, right?" I gave him a nervous laugh and tried to play off that comment. He didn't notice or didn't care, climbed out of the truck, and headed for the showers. I stretched in my seat and considered going to browse the convenience store for a pre-dinner snack while I waited for Terry to finish showering. I was about to get out when his phone buzzed in the seat next to me. I knew it wasn't my business, but my curiosity got the better of me after the events of the day. I picked up the phone and saw it was a message from someone named Frank. The message was simple and displayed in full on the lock screen preview. "If u wanna finish ill be at Nells tonite." I furrowed my brow and began chewing my bottom lip. I could feel my heart beat a little faster in my chest. Could Terry and this Frank person really have been doing what I suspected in that men's room? I looked in the direction Terry had gone to the showers and then scanned the parking lot until my eyes rested on the diner. In bright red neon letters above the entrance a sign read "Nell's Diner." I jumped as Terry's phone buzzed again in my hand. It was another message from Frank, and this time it was an image. What flashed on the screen was one of the largest dicks I had ever seen outside of porn. It had to be at least 9 inches long and 6 around. A hefty pair of nuts covered in jet black hair hung below it, and a wild black bush covered the man's groin. A hand with furry knuckles was lifting up his white t-shirt for a sneak peek of his hairy belly. The evidence had all added up. The idea of Terry hooking up with this gorgeous trucker daddy in a public men's room was driving me wild. I instinctively grabbed my dick and found it was rock hard. I scanned the parking lot around me as I gingerly stroked my dick through my jeans. I had to get off before Terry came back from the showers. I crawled into the sleeper cab and collapsed onto Terry's bed. I kicked off my shoes and laid back onto his pillow. I turned my head against the pillow and took a whiff. It was the same masculine scent I had smelled during our hug that morning. I closed my eyes and breathed it in slowly. Turning back to the image on Terry's phone, I frantically unzipped my pants with my free hand and pulled out my hard cock. I gave it a few tugs and then reached into my fly and pulled out my hairy balls. I was only 17 and my facial hair was progressing slowly, but my nuts and my ass had been covered in dark hair since I was 15. It was the source of endless teasing in the locker room but right now it made me feel sexy. The pic of Frank's cock was hot, but I wondered if Terry had even better material on his phone. I used my right thumb to swipe up to the password screen while my left hand fondled my jewels. First I tried Terry's birthday and... it worked. I laughed, almost giddy, and thought about how sometimes I forgot Terry was a middle-aged man. He probably used his birthday for literally everything that required a four-digit PIN. I immediately clicked on the photo app. It looked like Terry didn't have any of his pics organized but that didn't matter. I struck gold with the very first photo. It was of my Uncle Terry on his knees wearing his backwards blue baseball cap and swallowing a massive cock. His pale blue eyes gazed expectantly up at the camera, and at the base of the cock stuffed into his mouth was a huge mound of bushy black hair. The time stamp was 12:57 p.m. -- exactly when we were at the rest stop. I teased and pulled on my ball bag while I bounced my seven-inch cock against my stomach. I lifted up my t-shirt so that my precum wouldn't stain it, and then collected some precum on my middle finger and brought it up to my mouth. I licked it off while I inhaled the scent of sex coating my hand. I knew Terry probably had lube somewhere in the cab, but I didn't have time to look for it. I spit into my hand and reached back for my cock. I mixed my spit with even more precum oozing from my cock and rubbed it around the head. My dick twitched with excitement, and I let go momentarily so I wouldn't erupt. Staring at my Uncle Terry engulfing another trucker's giant cock was the hottest thing I had ever seen. I wanted to enjoy this moment, but I also knew that he would be back from the shower eventually. I needed something to bust my nut into and scanned the room. At the edge of the bed was Terry's white sweat sock standing out against the dark gray comforter. Perfect. I lubed up my shaft with more spit and precum and then grabbed the sock. Before I slipped it over my dick I brought it to my nose and took a big whiff. This was the smell of my sexy uncle's sweaty feet after a long day in his old work boots. It was intoxicating. I couldn't stand it anymore. I shoved my dick into his dirty sock and aggressively worked my shaft. I put down Terry's phone and closed my eyes as I teased my nuts with my other hand. The image of my uncle sucking a fat dick was burned into my brain. I stroked faster imagining Terry and I in that restroom. ****************************** Terry and I turned away from the urinal trough to face each other, and I dropped to my knees. Terry slipped his semi-hard dick into my mouth, and I massaged the underside with my tongue. His cock grew fully erect as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft. He grabbed each side of my head with his strong hands and thrust his hips in time with my movements to force his cock as deep down my throat as it would go. I tilted my head up and gazed into his eyes. He whispered to me, "Suck it, dude. Take it balls deep." I complied and engulfed his cock until the head tickled the back of my throat. He held my head in place around his meaty dick as I gasped for air. Terry released my head, and I pulled back slowly from his rod as I ran the tip of my tongue over his piss-slit collecting the precum dripping out. Grabbing his cock at the base I smacked it against my cheek several times and then shoved it back in my mouth. Terry threw his head back and moaned loudly. I sucked harder and faster, craving Uncle Terry's cum. He grasped the back of my head and pushed me all the way to the base again. After a few seconds, Terry released my head, and I suckled the head of his cock as I aggressively stroked the shaft. It was covered in my saliva and his precum that dripped onto the floor. Terry had raised his shirt and was tweaking his left nipple as he stroked my head with his right hand. His head was back, and he breathed heavily. At last I heard him whisper, "I'm gonna nut, dude. Get ready." I positioned my tongue under his cock head just in time for his hot, frothy spunk to spray into my mouth. Three shots coated the back of my throat, and I felt Terry's hand quivering on the back of my head. ****************************** I wanted the fantasy to keep going, but I couldn't hold it in any longer. My back arched and I let out a low moan as my cum erupted into Terry's sweaty sock. I felt one, two, three gushes of cum. I let go of my balls and grabbed Terry's comforter as the fourth and final stream shot into the sock. I couldn't imagine how far I would have shot if not for that sock. It was the single best orgasm I had experienced in my life. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and sat up on the bed. My cock was still rock hard, and I could feel my cum dripping down my shaft from inside the sock. I quickly wiped up all the jizz with the sock, gasping each time I touched my still-sensitive cock head. I didn't know how long I had until Terry came back. I slipped my equipment back into my jeans and adjusted to one side since I was still semi-hard. I closed the photo app on my uncle's phone and returned to the front seat. I placed the phone back in the same position on Terry's seat and shoved the cum-soaked sock into my knapsack. Where else could I hide it? Just in the nick of time, I saw Terry walking across the parking lot towards the truck. I lifted my shirt and wiped the remaining sweat from my face and neck. I took a deep breath and tried to look casual in my seat. Terry neared the truck and gave me a wave. I was about to wave back when another person suddenly walked into view and stopped him. It was Frank.