Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2018 21:34:34 -0600 From: Bryan Mac Subject: On the Road with Uncle Terry - Chapter 2 ---------- Disclaimer ---------- This story depicts sex 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'. Thank you to everyone who provided feedback on Chapter 1. I am amazed and grateful. Enjoy! ****************************** ---------------------------------------- On the Road with Uncle Terry - Chapter 2 by Bryan Mac ---------------------------------------- Uncle Terry and Frank talked a few feet away from the truck. Frank edged closer to Terry, who responded by backing away the same distance. Frank's demeanor seemed friendly -- almost intimate -- but Terry's was vaguely hostile. Terry gestured toward the truck where I was sitting, and then Frank nodded and took a step back. Frank patted Terry's arm and then walked around him toward the diner. I quickly looked down at my phone and tried to act like I hadn't been watching. Terry was quiet when he entered the truck and climbed into the sleeper. I prayed that he wouldn't notice the smell of sex or his missing sweat sock and said, "Hey, old man. Good shower?" "Nice and warm," Terry replied cordially. "Sometimes those showers are freezin' cold or just straight up nasty, but this place's always got hot water and clean towels. I'll try to make sure ya get your showers in the nice places. Only the best for my guest!" Terry was trying to act naturally, but I could tell that Frank's behavior, or perhaps his very presence, bothered him. He didn't know that I was fine with whatever relationship he had with Frank and that I could possibly relate better than anyone. He emerged from the sleeper and picked up his phone off the seat before sitting down. I knew immediately he saw the text and photo. Though I could only see his profile, I could tell that he kept a stone cold expression. He adjusted his cock through the gray jersey shorts he had changed into. "Are you ready to grab some grub?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied distantly, still staring at his phone. After a brief pause, he said, "Wanna just hit up the convenience store? I'm not too hungry tonight." This was getting ridiculous. Terry obviously only suggested that because Frank had gone to the diner. His mission to prevent me from meeting his fuck buddy was now denying my aching stomach a delicious meal. "Um, no!" I exclaimed. "I didn't humiliate myself beggin' like a dog just to turn around and eat a gas station burrito. You can do that, but I'm gonna have bacon and eggs." I swung open the passenger's side door and jumped out of the truck. Terry immediately followed saying, "No, dude, wait! I'm comin' with ya." I suppose Terry was afraid I would meet Frank alone, and I would find out something he didn't want me to know. I hoped that if I met Frank alone we would suck each other off in the men's room. I was a little perturbed by Terry's evasiveness regarding all things Frank, and I was feeling bold, so I approached the subject again. "So, who was that dude you were talkin' to a second ago?" I asked. "Oh, uh, that's Frank." He was being honest. I waited a moment for an elaboration but none came. "How do you know him?" I asked innocently. There was long pause. I was looking directly at Terry, but he was staring at his feet. "He's just a guy I know from the road. We run a lot of the same routes and sometimes we stop here and shoot the bull." That was probably all true. I pressed a little further. "Wasn't he the same guy from the rest stop earlier? The audience for your comedy routine?" Again, there was a long pause, and Terry still wasn't making eye contact. I was about to continue when he looked at me and snapped, "You wanna keep talkin' about that dude, or you wanna eat some motherfuckin' food? I thought ya were a hungry puppy not 30 minutes ago." His tone was sharp but not angry. I knew he didn't want to talk about Frank, and now I felt bad for prodding. I put aside all my curiosity and said, "I think I want some motherfuckin' food!" "That's what I'm talkin' about!" Terry's wide, crooked smile returned to his face, and we entered the diner. A tired-looking woman in a dingy peach uniform greeted us with a weak smile. I guessed that she was in her early thirties, but life had already eroded some wrinkles onto her face. She was still pretty, though, with long chestnut hair tied back in a loose ponytail and freckles dotting her nose. She was the girl-next-door type that I had pursued before I started exploring other men. "Hey, Terry, how ya been?" the woman asked. Terry must have been a regular. "Hey, Lisa," he replied and embraced her in a brief hug. "You doin' alright?" Lisa's demeanor brightened significantly. I think Terry's hugs had that effect on everyone. "Can't complain," she responded and then turned to me and winked. "Who's this handsome gentleman?" "This is my nephew, Travis," Terry beamed. "He's spendin' a couple weeks with me on the road this summer. Next year he's goin' to college and he'll be too fancy to hang out with an old trucker like me." "I doubt that," Lisa replied. "He seems like a smart kid. But, you let me know if he does get a big head and I'll straighten him out. Your uncle's a good man, and you're better havin' him around." I already knew that, but I said politely, "Yes, ma'am." "Did you see Frank?" Lisa said casually. Terry looked stunned but said, "Uh, yeah. I, um-- I saw him a minute ago outside." "Okay, well, he's parked over there if you wanna sit with him," Lisa said, gesturing toward Frank, who was hunched over the counter at the far end of the diner sipping a cup of coffee. Frank must have heard at least part of our conversation and looked up at us. I made eye contact with him and smiled, and he timidly waved. Terry remained focused on Lisa. "Naw, I'm here to hang with my nephew," Terry replied. "We'll take a booth." Lisa shrugged and waved her hand, signaling us to follow her to the opposite side of the diner. Terry slid into the seat facing the wall, which left me with the seat facing Frank. I wasn't complaining. "The usual?" Lisa asked nonchalantly. Terry just smiled and folded his hands on the table. Lisa gave me another wink and strolled to the kitchen without writing anything down. Her ponytail bobbed back and forth with each bounce of her step. "You're popular," I poked fun at my uncle. "Shit," was all he replied with a sheepish grin. Lisa brought us each a cup of decaf coffee, and we chatted and joked around like normal while waiting for our food. The tension from earlier had almost completely vanished, which was a surprise considering Frank's presence at the other end of the diner. I was relieved, though. The funny, friendly man sitting across from me was the real Uncle Terry. I looked around the diner as we talked. The walls were a drab beige color and mostly unadorned except for a few old-timey black and white photos of cowboys and pastures. The lumpy red leather seats and cracks in the wooden table told the story of a place that was old and busy. At this time of night, though, only five other men sat in the diner, including Frank. They were likely truckers as well, and they all looked tired and lonely. Was that how Terry looked when I wasn't around? I was glad I was with him today. Lisa brought our identical meals -- crispy bacon, fried eggs, hash browns, and two fluffy buttermilk biscuits. I was in heaven. We cut our conversation short and ravenously devoured our food. Throughout the conversation and our meal, I snuck a few glances at Frank across the diner while Terry was looking away. He was eating a similar meal and held a newspaper, but his attention seemed fully focused on Terry and me. Every time I looked at him, he was looking back at us. Eventually, Terry caught me staring. "Whatcha lookin' at?" Terry asked in an accusatory tone. "Nothing," I meekly replied. Terry held my gaze for a few more seconds, then uttered a quiet "hmph," and continued eating. When we were almost finished Terry shoved his last strip of bacon and half a biscuit onto my plate. "You're a growin' boy," he said with a wink. I happily ate them. Lisa returned with the check and started chatting up my uncle. From pieces of their conversation I gathered that she had gone through some hardships with an abusive ex-husband and Terry had helped her out somehow. It was fascinating watching my uncle flirt with a waitress juxtaposed with the image of him sucking another man's cock. "How 'bout another cup of coffee before you boys turn in?" Lisa asked as she took Terry's payment. "Sure, thanks," Terry replied. Lisa turned and nearly bumped right into Frank, who was approaching our table. "Oh, I'm sorry, hon," she apologized and patted Frank's chest. "No worries," he replied in a deep drawl. His voice just oozed sex. "Can I get one more cup o' mud over here?" Lisa nodded and disappeared into the kitchen, and Frank stood staunchly at the head of our table. "Can I join you men for one more cup o' coffee before I hit the sack?" Frank asked my Uncle Terry. "This young man seemed mighty interested in what I was eatin' over there." "Sure, have a seat," Terry replied reluctantly. He looked at me and flared his nostrils. I visibly winced. I assumed that Frank would sit next to Terry, but instead he squeezed into the booth next to me. I guess it made sense. The seats were small, and I was slimmer than my uncle. Or, perhaps Frank thought the sight of two butch truckers sharing a seat at a country diner would look odd. I pressed against the window to avoid brushing up against Frank. My dick plumped when he sat down. Frank immediately turned to me and said, "I was havin' eggs over easy with bacon and grits, just so ya know." I briefly looked puzzled, and then snapped back to my senses. "Oh, right. Food. Cool. I'll have that next time." Smooth. Frank smiled and extended his titan's hand, "Nice to meet ya, buddy. I'm Frank Mason. Me and Terry go way back. We've been runnin' the same routes out here 'bout five years now." "I'm Travis Dawson, his nephew," I said as his hand swallowed mine. "We go back way further. He basically helped raise me since I was a kid." My tone was unintentionally adversarial, and it caught Frank off guard. Was I competing with Frank for Terry's hand like he was a fair maiden? I was about to apologize, but Terry's face was glowing. "I think he's got ya beat, Frank," Terry joked. Frank chuckled and said, "He sure does! You've got some brass balls, kid. I wouldn't have figured ya for that back at the rest stop. You were like a scared little mouse." He clearly wasn't keeping up the pretense that this was our first meeting. "Well, I've just never had my balls busted with my dick literally hanging out," I joked. "That was a little on-the-nose." Frank roared a big belly laugh, and Terry suppressed his own. I think he was warming up to the idea of Frank and me getting to know each other. So far, Frank struck me as a nice guy. He appeared intimidating with his deep gravelly voice, perpetually furrowed brow, and linebacker's build, but I sensed that he was really laid-back and kind like Terry. The two men shared a knowing glance across the table, and I was starting to believe their relationship was deeper than men's room blow-jobs. "You got your uncle's sense of humor, Travis," Frank complimented me. "I like that. I'm glad I finally got to meet ya." "Terry's told you about me?" I asked confidently and puffed out my chest with pride. "Hell, yeah," Frank explained. "He told me that y'all go campin' together every fall, and that you run track, and that you're a handsome motherfucker that drives the ladies wild. I guess at least that last one's true." I blushed at that last comment, and Terry said, "Don't fuckin' tell him that, Frank. His head's big enough as it is." "Yeah, I bet," Frank said and winked at me. Was he implying what I thought he was implying? "Well, he never mentioned you," I teased. "I guess you're just not as cool." "Yeah, well, you're probably right," Frank said distantly and looked at Terry. "I'm nothin' special, but your uncle's a good dude. He helped me out of a jam a few years back." "I get the feeling he's helped a lot of folks out of jams," I said. We both smiled at Terry. "You're right about that," Frank replied. "He also told me about helpin' out you and your dad when your mom passed. I was sorry to hear that, buddy." He patted my back firmly and I said, "Thanks. But, it helped havin' Terry around." "Okay, okay," Terry raised his hands defensively. "Let's stop talkin' about Terry like he's not here. So, where ya headed, Frank?" He was trying to lift the sentimental mood. "Up to Tulsa," Frank responded. "What about y'all?" "We've got a drop in Norman tomorrow mornin', so we're hittin' the road early," Terry said. "Okay," Frank replied, finishing off his coffee. "Well, if you men get up to Tulsa then give me a holler. We can get into some trouble." Suddenly, Frank's gargantuan hand was on my knee. My cock sprang to life, and my whole body tingled at his electric touch. He looked me straight in the eyes as he ran his hand up my right leg until he was holding my engorged cock over my jeans. He gave it a firm squeeze and then removed his hand. "Okay, well, I'm gonna hit the hay, and y'all should do the same," Frank said. Everything suddenly returned to normal. I was still breathless from Frank's hand on my cock, but he acted like nothing had happened. He gave me one more handshake and said, "Take care of your uncle, Travis. Get a good rest and be safe out there." I nodded, and he slid out of the booth. His monstrous cock was outlined on the left side of his tight jeans when he stood up. He reached into his pocket and gave it a squeeze. I glanced at Terry and saw him looking right at it. He stood up and shook Frank's free hand. Frank pulled Terry in for a manly hug with two hard slaps on the back. "Walk it off, man," I heard Terry whisper to Frank as they hugged. Frank just laughed and tugged on his erection one last time. He gave me a captain's salute and sauntered out the entrance of the diner. I was still planted in my seat, dumbfounded by Frank's bold behavior and my own hard dick that just wouldn't quit. I felt some precum dribble out of my dick head. "Ready to go, dude?" Terry asked and gestured for me to get up. I stammered, "Yeah. Uh, yeah, let's go." I took one more sip of coffee and slipped out of the booth. I shoved both hands in my pockets to try to hide my erection but still look casual. Terry gave me a quizzical look that I couldn't exactly read. So much for casual. We waved goodbye to Lisa as we exited the diner into the night air. It was unseasonably warm, even for early June in Oklahoma. Terry was silent as we walked, so I took the initiative to start a conversation. "So, that was Frank," I said. "Yep," Terry replied. "That was Frank." "He's a friendly guy," I volunteered. "Yeah, he's--" Terry paused and seemed to reconsider what he was going to say. "He's a good friend." Terry sounded almost sad when he said it. Earlier that day he claimed that Frank wasn't his friend. Maybe he regretted saying that now. I noticed that he also had his hands in the pockets of his shorts and was walking a little stilted. He was covering his erection as badly as I was. I could tell that Terry wanted to spend some time with Frank but didn't want to abandon me. I thought about the encounter at the rest stop, the text and photo, Terry's initial hostility when pressed about Frank, and the warmth and friendliness when we finally met. All of those events had happened in just one day. I looked up at the vast night sky and had a moment of clarity. These men were more than just blow n' go buddies. Maybe I would never completely understand their relationship, but I wanted to try. "Hey, Uncle Terry," I hiccuped as we reached the truck, "if you wanna go hang out with Frank, I'm cool. I can entertain myself, and I don't need to be on a short leash. I'm a big boy." "What do ya--" Terry began. I cut him off. "I mean, don't do anything you wouldn't normally do if I wasn't here. If you wanna chill with Frank--" This time Terry cut me off. "You know, don'tcha? About me and Frank?" I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yeah, I do. And, I'm really okay with it. Really. You don't need my permission to hang. You're like 100 years old -- you can do whatever you want." Terry laughed at my jab, which was a good sign. He said slowly, "I think... I think what I want is for you and me to have a talk." I nodded, and we both climbed into the truck. ****************************** Terry and I crawled into the back of the cab and sunk down onto the bed. This was the first time I was getting a look at the sleeper berth while I wasn't pumping my dick. It was actually pretty cozy. There was a mini-fridge and a microwave on the driver's side between what appeared to be a foldout table. On the passenger's side was a tiny mounted TV with some cabinets above and drawers below for clothes and other personal items. Everything looked suspiciously new -- this definitely wasn't the same truck Terry drove when I was a boy. "Nice digs," I said and gave a thumbs up. "Yeah," Terry replied and tapped his knuckles against the wall above his head. "When I got the okay from the boss to bring ya along, we swapped out my usual ride for this bad boy. It's a trainer, and it's a lot newer than my usual tractor. More comfy for two people." I looked up behind me where Terry was pointing and realized there was a foldout bunk bed above the one we were sitting on. My heart sunk a little. I would have gladly been the little spoon. I repressed by disappointment and turned back to Terry. "So I guess we should talk?" I said hesitantly. "Yeah," Terry exhaled a huge sigh. "Listen, Trav, me and Frank have known each other for awhile now, and we've got pretty close. Sometimes we hang out on layovers and shoot the bull, or play cards, or -- I don't know -- other fuckin' normal stuff. He's a good buddy." He paused. "But, sometimes we 'hang out' like you and that girl 'hung out' last summer, if ya catch my drift." "You don't have to explain all that to me," I interrupted. "I know, I know," Terry replied. "You're a smart kid, and Frank's not exactly subtle..." We both laughed at that. "What I'm tryin' to say is that I don't want you feelin' uncomfortable on this trip," Terry said sincerely. "I want us to have fun, and show you the sights, and shoot the shit, and eat good food, and do everythin' we've always done since you were--" "A fetus?" I interrupted again. I couldn't handle such a somber conversation with Terry without a little humor. "Yes, a fetus," he said with a chuckle. "Seriously, Trav, I got nervous 'cause me and Frank were playin' around in that men's room, and that other dude caught us, and it made me realize I shouldn't be doin' that shit around you. I've gotta be in responsible old man mode on this trip. I'm sorry. I'm sure this is a surprise to ya -- a bad surprise -- and I hope ya don't hate me for it, but I get it if ya do." I couldn't help but smile, and I thumped Terry right on the forehead. "I-- I don't think I know how to react to that," he said blankly. I spoke slowly and purposefully. "I get it. I appreciate all that, but I promise I'm not uncomfortable. Frank's a good dude, and you don't have to shield me from that stuff. I'm grown now." "I know, dude, but--" Terry began to say. I cut him off with a brush of my hand and shook my head. Then I took a deep breath and gave one final push. "I don't hate you, Terry, 'cause I'm just like you. What I mean is sometimes I play around with dudes, too. For about a year now. Mostly some buddies from school. Not in a men's room -- at least not yet -- but other places..." I trailed off and waited for Terry's response, but he just stared at me with his mouth agape. "Did you have a stroke?" I quipped to break the silence. "Because, I really don't think I can drive this truck all the way back to Houston." "Are you fuckin' with me?" Terry asked earnestly. "I'm not fuckin' with you," I assured him, and then I decided to illustrate my point. "Last summer, Ainsley -- that's the 'hang out' girl -- she and I made plans for me to spend the night while her parents were outta town one weekend. I was gonna fuck her, right?" Terry still look perplexed, but gave an affirmative nod. "But, there was this training camp thing out in Sugar Land for the track team that same weekend," I continued. "I thought about sneakin' away, but my buddy Luke said that I could get kicked off the team, and I wasn't gonna risk that for this chick. Like, she was medium-good at suckin' dick, but I worked my ass off for that spot." "Good man," Terry interjected. "Anyway, Ainsley was super pissed, and I was super pissed," I recalled. "I mean, I was horny as fuck. So, that night I was hangin' with Luke in our dorm, and he was makin' all these jokes about blue balls and shit." I saw Terry's dick twitch in his shorts from the corner of my eye. He knew where this was going. "Luke's been my buddy since seventh grade, and he's been totally openly gay since freshman year. He's a nice lookin' kid, blond and tall, but smooth. Not really my type, but I've checked him out in the showers. I never thought about doin' stuff with him. I mean, he's my buddy, y'know?" I explained. Terry was rapt by my story, practically salivating. It was time for the big finish. "So we're just chillin', and he's bustin' my balls, and then gets all flirty and tells me that he can do anythin' my girl could do. At first I thought he was just shittin' me, but then he reaches right up the leg of my shorts and grabs my dick, so I'm pretty sure that he's serious. Who am I to say no to that, right? And, I don't know who taught this kid to suck dick, but they deserve a medal. Anyway, I broke up with Ainsley when I got back on Monday, and I've been messin' around with Luke since then." I looked at Terry, and he was unabashedly holding his cock through his shorts and massaging it with his thumb. My own cock was still trapped under my pant leg, and a visible pool of precum had seeped through. The temperature in the cab had risen considerably, and I felt a thick bead of sweat run from my armpit down to the waist of my jeans. "So, how about that?" I asked Terry. He was silent for a moment, and then said, "You fucked a girl named 'Ainsley'? Who the fuck names their kid 'Ainsley'?" He was such a dick. I grabbed his pillow and smacked him right in the face as hard as I could. He grabbed it away from me and laughed boisterously. I couldn't help but join him. It seemed like he was completely back to his old self, and I couldn't have been happier. "THAT is what you took away from my story?" I pretended to be indignant. "You are such a bastard! And, besides, I did NOT fuck Ainsley, so I don't think you were even payin' attention." "No, I was certainly payin' attention," Terry said, rubbing his face in his hands. I think he was in shock, not only by our mutual confessions about encounters with men, but that I had described mine in such detail. For better or worse, I felt perfectly comfortable talking to my Uncle Terry about anything. Then it occurred to me that Terry was also my dad's oldest friend. "So, um, you're not gonna relay this info to my dad, right?" "Fuck no!" Terry shouted. "That was some hot fuckin' shit, and there is no goddamn way I am ever gonna tell your dad any of that!" I breathed a sigh of relief. I wondered if I had crossed a line telling Terry so much, but then I felt my cock pulsating in my jeans. Terry and I were more alike than I ever imagined, and this was something I had fantasized about since I hit puberty. I looked at Terry as he lifted up his black t-shirt to wipe sweat from his face. His furry torso was also sweating and the damp red hair clung to his body. With his cock freed from his hand, it pushed against his soft jersey shorts trying to stand at attention. I could see the very distinct outline of the head and knew he wasn't wearing underwear. "Okay, good, thanks," I said with the satisfaction that my dad wouldn't learn about my sexual proclivities. "So, you think that was pretty hot?" "Yes," Terry said with an exhausted laugh, "Yes, Travis, I one-hundred-percent think that was pretty hot. I-- I don't even know what to say. If I'd know that shit this mornin' I wouldn't have thrown a little hissy fit over Frank all damn day. He straight up wants to fuck ya, y'know?" Whatever thin walls remained between Terry and me came crashing down. My heart beat wildly, and I grabbed my dick over my jeans, ironically to prevent myself from creaming. The image of Frank's cock sliding into my ass flashed into my brain, and I thought I might have my first hands-free orgasm. "Oh, you like that, do ya?" Terry teased, noticing my cock grab. "Well, it's the truth. He suggested as much right after ya flew the coop in that men's room. Not that you're surprised, I'm sure, after that demonstration in the diner." I laughed, but I was also incredibly nervous and excited. The possibility of actually getting fucked by Frank was making my head spin. But, more urgently, I needed to bust a nut right now and so did my Uncle Terry. "I think you liked Frank's show, too," I said as I cut my eyes to his dick still trapped beneath his shorts. He grabbed it without hesitation and slowly began stroking over the thin material. "Yeah, maybe. But, that story really pushed me over the edge." It was now or never. I slightly lifted my t-shirt onto my stomach, unbuckled my belt, and unzipped my fly. I wasn't a hairy beast like Terry, but I was coming into my own. A patch of hair grew in the center of my chest and around my nipples, and a thick trail began a couple of inches above my navel that disappeared into my jeans. I lifted by butt up off the bed and slowly pulled my jeans down around my ankles. My cock twitched underneath my red boxer briefs. I grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Tossing it onto the floor, I reclined back on the bed. "So, we're doin' this?" Terry asked. The leg of his shorts was riding up as he stroked his cock a little faster. I could almost see the head poking out. "I think we gotta do it at this point," I said with half a laugh. "You can go in the other room if ya want. Oh, wait..." Terry chuckled. I was glad we could still be ourselves in this intimate situation. Terry removed his t-shirt and shoved his left hand into his shorts. He reclined back with his right arm behind his head. I was on the opposite side and couldn't see his hairy pit. I guess even this moment couldn't be completely perfect. "This still okay, dude?" he asked me. I knew he was nervous. We both wanted to do this, but Terry was like a second father to me at one time in my life. Just minutes ago he had given me a speech about being a responsible guardian, and now we were talking about fucking dudes and jerking off together. I had to show him that I was totally on board. I lifted my butt once more and pulled my briefs down to meet my jeans. My cock slapped against my stomach with a loud, wet smack. I wrapped my right hand around my tool as I scooted closer to Terry and said, "This is fuckin' awesome." His face beamed like a kid opening a birthday present and getting exactly what he wanted. "Fuckin' awesome," Terry parroted me. He stood and slipped his shorts all the way off with a little trouble getting them over his tennis shoes. I thought it was cute, and it gave me an extra moment to stare at his hairy round ass. Terry had always nicely filled out a pair of jeans but seeing the real thing was unbelievable. His ass was drenched in sweat from the stifling air in the cab, and a couple of drops fell from each cheek onto the bed. He opened one of the drawers to his right and produced some lube. My spit and precum had worked just fine earlier, but I wasn't going to pass up lube. Terry sat back down and held out the bottle to me. I extended my hand and he squirted a drop into my palm. I was about to grasp my dick again when he leaned a little further in my direction and squirted some directly onto my tool. I gasped as the warm liquid hit my cock and continued stroking. Terry greased up his own cock and returned to his previous position -- left hand on his tool and right hand behind his head. I had forgotten that Uncle Terry was a lefty. If I had known all this was going to happen, I would have swapped places with him so that I could see his sweaty pit while I jerked. I raised my left arm behind my head and gave my own pit a quick sniff before turning my attention back to Terry. That would have to suffice. We sat in silence for awhile watching each other stroke. His hard cock was exactly as I had imagined. Almost like a rocket, it was thickest at the base and narrowed slightly into a triangular shaped head. Terry was circumcised like me, and had a thick vein that ran the length of the top of the shaft. We were both about seven-and-a-half inches, though Terry was probably a little longer. I would have to convince him to measure later. Like I already suspected, his girth was remarkable and made my own organ look almost skinny in comparison. He had to be at least as thick as Frank. As if reading my mind, Terry reached for his phone and said, "Lemme show ya somethin'." After a few pecks on the screen, he held the phone between us and showed me Frank's dick pic sent earlier that night. "Holy fuck!" I hoped my surprise was convincing. "Wait, is that-- is that Frank?" "He wants to fuck you with that monster," Terry growled. I moaned, and my whole body spasmed with excitement. That wasn't an act. "That was today at the rest stop?" I asked. I was baiting my uncle to see if he would show me the other pic. "It was a little preview," Terry replied. "Offerin' to meet me here if I still wanted to hook up since we got interrupted. I kinda found somethin' better to do, though." Terry winked at me and stared at the photo for another few seconds before putting his phone aside. I guess he didn't think I was ready to see him mouthing on Frank's cock. That was fine. I was about to burst. I began to jerk my meat harder and faster. Terry also picked up the pace and brought his right hand across his chest to tweak his nipple, just like in my fantasy. I turned my head to take one more long whiff of my hairy armpit before the big climax. It made no difference -- the whole cabin smelled of sex and sweat. I closed my eyes and licked my salty pit. Terry and I were sitting so close that our elbows knocked together as we stroked our cocks. I was about to slide a few inches away to give him some room, when he abruptly reached over and grabbed my dick. I must have looked startled, because he said, "Okay, bud?" I immediately grabbed his dick and pumped furiously. "That's better," I assured him. We were in perfect sync, and I could tell by the twitch of his dick that we were both ready to blow. He was still steadily flicking his nipple, and I copied him. In this moment I wanted to be just like my Uncle Terry. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum," I whispered. I was barely able to breath. "Do it, dude! Fuckin' shoot it!" Terry encouraged me. A huge stream of jizz erupted from my cock and hit me directly on the nose. Terry busted out laughing and almost screamed as his own rope of cum splattered onto his chest. A second stream hit my stomach, and a third dribbled onto my pubes. Terry's gushed the other direction down his shaft and onto his hairy nut sack. He continued to slowly stroke my dick and deliberately caressed by sensitive head. My whole body convulsed with pleasure, and I reciprocated. Terry released my cock and grabbed my leg with his cum-coated hand as his body trembled. "Dude, how the fuck did you shoot that far?" Terry asked, pointing to the cum on my nose. "Guess I've got more power in my hose, old man," I joked. Some of the seed ran down my lip and I lapped it up with my tongue. It tasted bitter. Terry ignored my dig as he swirled the cum on his own chest onto his fingers and licked it off like it was melted candy. We relaxed for a moment catching our breath and processing what had just happened. Eventually Terry pushed himself to his feet and pulled a towel from another drawer. He tossed it to me, and I started wiping the jizz off my body. Terry sat back down with his own towel. As he rubbed it across his hairy chest, he said, "So how was that for day one?"