Date: Thu, 8 Mar 2018 10:06:48 -0600 From: Bryan Mac Subject: On the Road with Uncle Terry - Chapter 3 Revised ---------- 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 has provided feedback. I am amazed and grateful. Also, for anyone unfamiliar with U.S. geography -- Norman, Oklahoma is a city. I don't want anyone to miss the jokes, because I know that's what you came here for. ;-P Enjoy! ****************************** ---------------------------------------- On the Road with Uncle Terry - Chapter 3 by Bryan Mac ---------------------------------------- "I'd say day one was pretty solid," I said to Uncle Terry as I wiped the cum off my nose. I moved down my body and cleaned up my stomach, cock, and nuts. Then I turned the towel over and wiped the sweat from my neck and armpits. I buried my face in the towel and inhaled my own funk. Terry had also finished cleaning up his mess, and I tossed my dirty towel onto his face. I noticed that he held it there for just a moment before he stood up and grabbed a laundry bag stuffed under his bed. He tossed our cum rags into the bag and turned to the mini-fridge to fetch two small bottles of water. He extended one to me. "Thanks, old man," I said and took a sip. Terry stood before me in all his naked glory and drained the whole bottle in one giant gulp. He tossed the bottle in his garbage bag and leaned one arm against the wall. I kicked off my shoes and leaned forward to peel off my jeans and underwear clinging to my legs. Terry's semi-hard dick dangled right in front of my face and my own exhausted cock jumped. I tossed the rest of my clothes in the pile with our t-shirts and Terry's shorts. I leaned back and interlaced my hands behind my head to enjoy the view of my naked uncle. He ran his left hand across his chest and down his stomach to his crotch where he gave his cock and balls a long tug. My dick was already hardening again, and I flexed it a couple of times for him. He chuckled. "I think that dude needs to settle down for tonight," Terry joked. "Yeah, yeah," I said dejectedly. "Early day tomorrow, right?" "Early like 4 a.m.," Terry reminded me as he handed me a sheet and pillow, "and it's a quarter 'til midnight. We gotta drop this load in Norman by six." "Drop this load in Norman," I chuckled. I was being juvenile, but Terry gave me a pity laugh. I stood up and collected my bedding, and Terry pulled out the top bunk. I wanted to suggest that I didn't need a separate bed, but I also knew that Terry really did have a job to finish in the morning and sharing a bed would not lead to sleep. While he locked the bunk in place, I glanced down and noticed that he was still wearing his beat-up sneakers. Something about seeing my uncle in just his shoes and his birthday suit tickled me. "You gonna sleep in those?" I asked and kicked his foot. "Yes," he said flatly. He didn't kick them off, so maybe he was serious. Terry finished securing my bed, and I spread the sheet. The A/C had kicked in, but it was still a hot southern night, so I probably wouldn't need it. I fluffed the pillow and tossed it on the bed. Satisfied with my work, I turned around and saw Terry stretching and yawning with his arms over his head. He scratched his armpit and smiled at me. Sleep was not going to come easy. "I gotta piss before I sleep," I said with a yawn and bent down to pick up my clothes. Terry raised his finger as if to say "stop" and pushed me back a little. "If you dare me to streak across the parking lot--" I began. Terry said nothing and pressed his finger right against my lips to shush me. This is what he did when I was a kid and pestered him when he was tired. He removed a large glass mason jar from one of the cabinets and held it out to me. "Seriously?" I asked. I tried to act like I was disgusted and annoyed, but truthfully I was a little excited. Since I had begun messing around with Luke, he had shown me tons of gay porn, including some fetish sites. I think I was becoming a bit of a pig. When I didn't immediately take the jar, Terry held it down to his own crotch. He flopped his dick just over the lip and began pissing. I knew I had to do this before my own cock woke up again, so I stepped right up across from Terry and dangled my member next to his. The smell of lingering sex and piss was overwhelming. Suddenly, Terry gave his dick a tiny flick and sprayed some piss onto my cock head. I chuckled and flicked mine a little harder so that my stream hit part of his shaft. Terry snickered, but said, "I don't wanna clean up a spill, dude." 'Sorry, Dad,' I thought, like I was a child being scolded. We both finished pissing and shook the last few drops off our dicks. We had filled up about two-thirds of the jar with warm yellow piss. Terry sealed it and placed it back in the cabinet. "Now wasn't that better than gettin' dressed and traipsin' across the parkin' lot?" Terry asked. "Yes, sir," I replied and hoisted myself onto the top bunk. I laid on my stomach and positioned my cock so that it pointed down to my feet. I wrapped my arms around the pillow and rested my head. Terry finally removed his sneakers and turned out the lights. I watched his handsome naked body disappear underneath me. We both laid in silence for several minutes, and I reflected on the day. Only about 16 hours ago I had been in my dad's pickup truck on the way to meet Uncle Terry. I had been anxious, thinking about all the fun I would have on this trip. Fun had already come to me in spades but not in any of the ways I had imagined. I thought about Luke and how jealous he would be. "Hey, Travis?" Terry's voice pierced the silence. "Yeah?" I replied. "Did ya have fun today?" Terry asked. "I had a fuckin' blast," I said quietly. "I hope we have even more." There was a long pause before Terry said, "We will." I closed my eyes and smiled as I drifted off to sleep. ****************************** When I woke up I couldn't breathe. I felt hands over my mouth and nose, and I jolted up from my bed hitting my head on the ceiling of the cab. I cursed and grabbed my head. As I came to my senses, I realized that Uncle Terry was standing in front of me laughing loudly. What the hell was going on? "Were you tryin' to kill me, motherfucker?" I asked angrily. Terry clapped his hands with delight. "You never been woke up like that before? Well, I guess ya don't have brothers. You shoulda seen the look on your face. Fuckin' priceless." So, it was a joke. I might have been amused if I wasn't still so groggy. I jumped down from the bunk and playfully punched Terry on the arm, then arched my back and stretched my arms behind my head while I yawned. Terry reached over and tickled my armpits. I laughed, and we tussled for a minute. "Ya might wanna get dressed before we hit the road," Terry said as he moved to the front of the cab. He had already changed into the same black t-shirt he wore last night, jeans, and boots. He pulled back the curtains that separated the sleeper. I lifted my hand to shield my eyes from the sunlight, only to realize it was still pitch dark outside. I looked at the clock on the dash. It was 4:23 a.m., and I yawned again. I grabbed my knapsack from behind my seat and pulled out a fresh pair of briefs. They were a gift from Luke -- blue-and-white striped with a high cut around the pouch. Luke had something of an underwear fetish and was constantly buying me new pairs to incorporate into our playtime. I was suddenly very glad that I had packed an assortment. I slipped on my underwear and picked up my clothes piled on the floor. I tossed yesterday's trunks in Terry's laundry bag and put on my jeans. My t-shirt didn't stink too bad, so I swiped some deodorant on my pits and slipped it back on. It was a Foo Fighters tour shirt that my dad bought for me when he took me and my buddy Jesse to see them live two summers ago. It was my first concert, and I had so much fun rocking out with my dad. He had threatened to wear his old tour shirt from '96 that didn't even cover his belly anymore. He let me wear it instead. I stepped into my canvas shoes and stumbled to the front of the cab. Terry was filling out some paperwork, and there was a breakfast burrito in my seat. It was thoughtful of Terry, but I should remember to eat some vegetables. "If ya gotta take a leak ya better hustle, 'cause we're takin' off in 10 minutes," Terry said without looking up from his clipboard. "In the jar?" I asked, half kidding and half serious. "I already dumped the jar," Terry said flatly. "And I figure ya wanna stretch your legs if you're gonna be stuck to that seat for an hour 'n a half." He was right. I nodded and jumped out of the cab. The truck stop was already stirring to life this early in the morning. I heard the sound of engines turning over, and a couple of rowdy old men were standing in front of the convenience store shootin' the bull. The door jingled when I entered. A sleepy woman behind the counter was stocking cigarettes. I hustled to the men's room and pulled my dick out at the first urinal. I tilted my head back and whistled the tune to 'Everlong' while I pissed. I rinsed off my hands and face in the sink and gave myself a once-over in the mirror. My mustache and goatee were filling out, and I hoped that by the end of the trip it would impress Terry. I wore my thick dark hair layered and just long enough to tuck behind my ears. My dad had started balding at 25, and I was going to make the most of my hair while I still had it. This morning it stuck up in every direction, and I made a futile attempt to tame it with my hands. Walking back to the truck, I spotted Frank's rig parked one row ahead of Terry's. Frank was climbing out with a small shaving kit and a towel over his shoulder. He waved and walked briskly toward me, and I stopped to talk to him. "Hey, bud," he greeted me with a slap on the back, "y'all headed out?" "Yes, sir," I replied. "We gotta drop a load in Norman at six." He snorted a laugh. I knew why I liked this guy. "Okay, well, you boys be safe, and tell your uncle I said howdy," he said. "And remind him I was serious about hangin' out if we cross paths again. The three of us could have a good time." That was an understatement. I desperately wanted to spend more time with Frank, but I knew Terry had a schedule. I mustered some courage and grabbed the front of my jeans as I replied, "Yeah, I think we could have some fun." Frank gave me a devilish grin and said, "It'll happen. I'll see ya later, kid." He patted my back once more and headed toward the truck stop showers. I watched him for a second, and then jogged back to Terry's truck. He already had the engine running before I climbed in. I sat down and unwrapped my burrito. "Frank says howdy," I said with a mouthful of egg and tortilla. "He always does, horny bastard," Terry chuckled. He pulled his old blue ball cap over his head and squeezed the brim. "He wants us all to hang out," I reminded my uncle. Terry replied, "It'll happen." ****************************** The drive to Norman was uneventful but pleasant. Terry and I had a frank conversation about our 'bate session the previous night. Our relationship had evolved from guardian and child, to best buddies, and now to something sexual. He wanted to make sure that I was cool with everything, and I emphatically assured him that I was. I confirmed that I wanted to get fucked by Frank just as much as Frank wanted to fuck me. I didn't tell him that I had only been fucked once before by Luke. Luke prided himself on being a bottom that could take a dick the size of a tall boy, so he had little experience topping and was awkward ramming my hole. Part of me was nervous, and maybe even a little scared, of taking Frank's cock. I regaled Uncle Terry with more stories of my sexual exploits with Luke. I told him about the time we exchanged hand jobs at the top of a jammed Ferris wheel and the time we snuck into our high school's indoor pool in the middle of the night and tried sucking each other off underwater. He never took his eyes off the road but kept his hand on his cock the whole time during that last one. My cock was hard too. It would have felt great to get off, but there was also something fun about charging myself up and just letting my dick throb in my jeans. By the time we reached the drop point the sun was peeking out over the horizon. The days were getting longer in preparation for summer. Our drop was at a national hardware chain in the middle of a residential shopping district. It felt a little bizarre riding in Terry's truck through a suburban neighborhood. We had spent the last 24 hours on the highway usually flanked by nothing but pastures and cattle. While Terry confirmed the delivery with the store manager and completed his paperwork, I climbed out to stretch my legs. There was a 24-hour supermarket next to the hardware store so I decided to buy some groceries. I got a few junk items -- soda, chips, and a giant chocolate crunch bar -- but I also picked up some bananas and a container of mixed berries. I genuinely wanted to make sure I ate somewhat healthy on this trip. I was an athlete, after all. But Luke and I had also been experimenting with fruits that alter the taste of your semen, so I had an ulterior motive. I returned to the truck and found Terry on the radio with dispatch about his next job. It sounded like we were heading back to Texas. I put away my groceries and grabbed two bottles of water for Terry and me. I relaxed back in my seat and handed Terry his water. He started the engine and said, "So, now we're headed to O.K. City to pick up our next load--" "Dude, you have gotta stop sayin' 'load' so goddamn much," I ribbed him. Terry leaned into the joke. "We're gonna pick up our load, and then we're gonna drive our load down to Amarillo, and then we're gonna drop off our load." "So, wait, what are we gonna do with our load?" I quipped. Terry turned it around into a sexy pun, "You just wait 'til tonight, dude. I'll show ya what we're gonna do with our loads." I shivered with excitement. ****************************** It only took about a half hour to reach Oklahoma City. We picked up a refrigerated trailer of groceries to be delivered to a supermarket chain in Amarillo. Terry told me that his trucking company would haul pretty much anything if the price was right. "What about illegal exotic birds for a black market exotic bird ring?" I asked. "Sure," Terry replied. His tone was measured and serious. "What about human sacrifices for an underground vampire cult?" I asked next. "Already hauled 'em twice," Terry replied again. I played this game with Terry when I was a kid. He always kept a straight face and never ran out of patience. He had the mildest temperament of anyone I had ever known, which was probably the main reason Dad had asked him to help out with me after Mom died. It didn't hurt that, even as a child, I thought my Uncle Terry hung the moon. I wanted to be just like him when I grew up, and this trip was teaching me that I was already more like him than I ever imagined. Even with a pit stop and a traffic jam, we made it to our destination by two in the afternoon. I stayed in the cab and ate one of my bananas while Terry conducted business. Terry jumped back into the cab just as I shoved the last bite of banana in my mouth. "You two need some privacy?" I laughed and almost choked trying to swallow it. "Okay, dude, finally done," Terry said. I couldn't resist the opportunity to flirt. "Not yet, old man. Ya still got one more load to drop." Terry played along. "Oh, yeah, almost forgot about that one. Must be goin' senile. My next pickup ain't 'til tomorrow, so maybe I can drop more than one." I grabbed my crotch and shot Terry my meanest tough guy face. "Okay, calm down, tiger!" Terry chortled. I guess I wasn't too intimidating. "We ain't gonna do it right here in front of all these shoppers. And we ain't gonna do it in this sardine can like last night, either. I know this little motel nearby where we can get down to some serious business." "So this is gonna be a proper date then?" I teased my uncle. "Do I get flowers and candy, too? Will ya throw your coat over a puddle if it rains?" I clasped my hands together over my heart like a wistful princess. "Fuck you," Terry chuckled. "I ain't gonna ruin a good coat like that." ****************************** I had braced myself to spend the night in a crack den, but the motel was nicer than I expected. It wasn't a four star hotel by any stretch of the imagination, but it looked clean and safe. The building was painted maroon with white trim. Two kids splashed in the pool while their mom sat nearby in a plastic chair messing with her phone. I hoped Terry and I could play in the pool later. Terry parked the truck at the far end of the lot. I grabbed my knapsack, and we walked to the office. I noticed that the place seemed to have a western theme. A single tin star hung on the door to each room, and a saddle was mounted next to the office entrance. We walked in and were greeted by a portly old woman with gray hair tied up in a loose bun. She beamed when she saw Terry and walked from behind the counter to squeeze him in a big bear hug. He couldn't even reciprocate, because she had his arms pinned to his sides. "Good to see you too, Beth," Terry said as she held him tight. "How's business?" She finally released him and said, "Oh, hon, it's great! Better than I ever dreamed! I think good honest folks appreciate an affordable place to stay without unsavory elements lurkin' around." She whispered that last part as she returned to her spot behind the counter. "You earned it, Beth," Terry continued the small talk. "It's 'cause of you this neighborhood turned around. All those restaurants and shops down the strip didn't show up 'til ya opened up this place. How long's it been since ya had any real trouble 'round here?" "Trouble knows not to come 'round here anymore," Beth said modestly. She rooted around under the desk for a moment and sprang back up holding a shotgun. "I know how to keep those troublemakers away." I literally jumped back, but she and Terry just cackled. She admired the gun for a moment longer and then returned it to its hiding place. I knew not to fuck with Beth. Then her attention turned to me. "So, who is this quiet little church mouse? I think I mighta shaved a year off his life just now." I smiled nervously and extended my hand to her. "I'm Travis Dawson, ma'am. Terry's nephew. It's a pleasure." Beth gently took my hand and said, "Such a gentleman. I didn't know boys your age had any manners these days." She paused for a moment and then exclaimed, "Oh, oh! Are you Mike's boy!? Oh, Terry's told me all about you! He just raves about you! I feel like I'm meetin' a celebrity!" I guess Terry was spreading my fame throughout the entire southwest. To be spoken of so fondly by my uncle made me proud and embarrassed. I quipped, "Well, I'll have to get ya an autograph." Beth giggled and slid a guestbook in front of me. "You can sign it right here." Terry gave me a nod, and I signed my name in the book with my address and phone number. Beth removed a key from its hook on the wall behind her and handed it to Terry. It had a giant armadillo key chain that read '204.' "My favorite room for my favorite boys," she said and winked at me. "You fellas just stayin' one night?" "Yes, ma'am," Terry said plainly. "We're headed out west in the mornin'." "Oh, Terry, you sound like an old cowboy," Beth chided him. "This ain't the old west. I pray someday ya meet someone nice and settle down." "I might settle down right here with you, Beth." Terry could charm anyone. Beth blushed so brightly her round cheeks looked like two apples. But, she brushed off his comment with a wave of her hand. "Don't tease an old woman. And, don't bother a busy one. I got sheets to wash and bills to pay. This place don't run itself, ya know. But, I do hope you gentlemen will join me for supper tonight? Ya can't come all the way out here and expect me not to feed ya." "Yes, ma'am," Terry and I replied in unison. We said our goodbyes, and Terry and I walked to our room. The motel was designed in an L shape, and room 204 was the last before the curve on the second floor. "She was a character," I commented. "She was Beth," Terry said simply as he opened the door to our room. "How is it that you already know literally everyone we meet on this trip? I'm startin' to think ya--" I completely lost my train of thought upon entering the room. It was definitely the armadillo room. Oil paintings of armadillos hung above each bed. Kitschy armadillo figurines sat on top of a light wood dresser, and a large cast iron armadillo decorated a corner of the room. I threw my knapsack on one of the beds and turned on the lamp. The base was an armadillo in a cowboy hat. I gave Terry a sarcastic side-eye. "Beth has 'eclectic' taste," he said. I sat down on the bed and observed the armadillo wallpaper trim. "All the rooms have different themes, don't they?" "I like the pig room," Terry replied as he reclined back on the bed beside me and folded his hands behind his head. I wondered if that was a double entendre. I leaned back at the head of the bed next to Terry and rested my hands on my stomach. We stared at a blank television screen across the room for what seemed like forever. I could faintly see our silhouettes reflected back at us. This was what I had been waiting for all day, but suddenly I couldn't move or speak. Uncle Terry was one of my best friends, and I was usually so comfortable around him. Why was I so tense now? Perhaps sex really does change everything. I so badly wanted to rip off his clothes, kiss him passionately, lick his pits, suck his cock -- but I was paralyzed. "Lemme show you somethin'," Terry broke the silence as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket. I thought I heard a faint quiver in his voice. Was he just as nervous as I was? After a few seconds of tapping and scrolling, he held the phone out to me and showed me the pic of him sucking Frank's cock in the men's room. For a moment I started to feign surprise, but I was tired of lying. 'Fuck buddies should be honest with each other,' I thought and smiled. "That's fuckin' hot, dude," I began. "But, I've actually already seen it." Terry looked puzzled. "I-- I, um, found that pic back at the truck stop," I explained. "Before we-- before I met Frank at the diner. You left your phone in your seat when ya went for a shower, so it was really your fault." Terry just stared at me blankly. "And, you should probably change your password." I was stammering. "I mean, your birthday? That's amateur. I know ya remember a time before phone's even existed -- you knew Mr. Bell personally, right? -- but you've gotta get with the times, old man. Your birthday's so obvious. I mean, do ya want your girlfriend Beth to see ya with a man's cock in your mouth...?" I finally shut my mouth, and Terry just continued to stare. His lips slowly curled into a smile, and he erupted with laughter. I nervously laughed back. "You mean to tell me ya put me through all that awkward shit with Frank back at the diner and you'd already seen me with his fuckin' cock down my throat?" Terry exclaimed between laughs. "You little prick!" He slapped me on the leg, and my dick twitched. I was still very horny, but I was also feeling comfortable again. Terry's good-natured sense of humor made me relax even in such a sexually charged situation. Once he settled down, he said, "Okay, horn dog, did ya go through my whole fuckin' phone?" "No," I replied honestly. "I had to bust a nut so goddamn bad after just seein' that one pic." Terry smiled and snorted -- not angrily, but animalistically. He silently scrolled through his gallery until he came to a video and said, "Then lemme show ya somethin' even better." He lifted his right arm behind his head again, and I rested my head on his bicep. The smell of his deodorant mixed with his natural masculine odor made my dick ache with excitement. He played the video, and it was exactly what I wanted to see. Terry was on his knees in front of Frank holding his massive hard cock. I guessed that they made the video sometime last winter. Terry had the same full beard he was sporting during our New Year's camping trip. He stared wantingly at the camera and gently massaged Frank's cock. "Is it recordin'?" Terry asked. Frank replied with a gruff "mm hmm," and Terry swiftly devoured his pole all the way down to the base. He bobbed up and down on Frank's member, twisting his head and guiding his mouth with his hand. Frank placed his enormous paw on the back of Terry's head and forced him down to the base once again. Terry gagged and gasped for several seconds before Frank released him. The action was too much for my own dick to bear. I unzipped my jeans and released my throbbing member. Terry turned his attention away from the video to watch me delicately stroke my shaft. I had been holding back all day, and I didn't want to cum too quickly. He tossed his phone aside and unfastened his fly to let his own tool out to breath. We laid there watching each other stroke for about a minute, and then Terry climbed on top of me. He straddled me and grabbed my wrists, pinning my arms down above my head. I gazed into his piercing blue eyes and shook like a leaf. This was finally happening. He leaned in and pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. I closed my eyes and panted heavily as our tongues swirled together. His mouth was wet and hot and smelled vaguely minty. He had obviously prepared for this. Terry moved from my mouth to my neck and gently bit down. His mustache was prickly against my tender skin, and it made the hairs on my neck stand up. He sat up and pulled my t-shirt over my head. He tossed it onto the floor and ran his hands across my stomach and chest. My nipples hardened at his touch, and he gently tweaked them. I pressed our dicks together and stroked them with both hands. They were too thick to wrangle single-handedly. "You don't know how long I've waited for this," I purred. "Oh, I've got a good idea," Terry responded flirtatiously and took charge of stroking our cocks. I crossed my arms behind my head as Terry massaged our poles. He kneaded them with his huge fingers and thrust his hips to create friction. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly. The sensation of being dick-to-dick with Uncle Terry was pushing me to the brink. I grabbed his wrists as a signal for him to slow down. When I opened my eyes Terry chuckled and playfully smacked our dicks together. "Sword fight!" he exclaimed like a boy with a new toy. I grabbed my own dick and we batted them against each other. After our little swordplay, Terry unbuttoned my jeans and grabbed the sides to pull them off. He lifted his butt up off my legs so that I could help slide them down, and then I spread my legs wide around him. I was still wearing my colorful briefs with my cock and balls hanging out of the fly. "Fancy undies," Terry commented. "My buddy Luke likes underwear," I explained. "Your buddy Luke sounds like a fun fella," Terry replied. He removed his shirt and added it to the pile of clothes on the floor. His ball cap fell off in the process, but he flipped it backward and pulled it back onto his head. My uncle seemed to know every tiny thing that turned me on. His dense hairy chest and torso were irresistible. I quickly sat up and hopped onto his lap. He made a soft "oomph" sound and I teased, "Did I hurt ya, old man?" "Fuck you," he said playfully and kissed me. We wrapped our arms around each other while we made out. He positioned his palms firmly on my back to keep me steady on his lap, while I lightly scratched his back and shoulders with my thin nails. I could feel the goosebumps on his flesh. Our cocks happily mingled between our bellies. Feeling bold, I raised his left arm and buried my face in his sweaty armpit. He moaned, "Holy shit, dude! You're a fuckin' pig!" I lapped up his hot pit sweat like a thirsty dog and breathed in his musk as the hair tickled my nostrils. His pits tasted slightly bitter from his deodorant, and I made a note to suggest that we stop wearing it for the rest of the trip. They were still delicious, though, so I moved to the right one. My piggy behavior must have caught him off guard, and he struggled to keep me balanced on his legs. I held on tight and continued to savor every whiff and drop of sweat. Once I was satisfied, Terry pushed me onto my back and slid off the foot of the bed. He pulled me toward him by the ankles and knelt down on the floor between my legs. He literally ripped off my underwear, tearing a part of the waistband. "Luke's gonna be pissed," I teased. "Luke can suck it," Terry replied. "Yes, Luke can suck it very well," I joked back. "I can suck it better," Terry bragged. I believed him. I propped myself up on my elbows to enjoy the view of my uncle toying with my cock. He looked just like he had in the video clip with Frank. "Ready to nut?" Terry asked. I nodded my head and watched in awe as my cock head disappeared into my uncle's mouth. He circled it with his tongue and swallowed some of my precum. I rested one hand on his head like Frank. He tilted his head and ran his wet tongue up and down the underside of my shaft. Then he wrapped his lips around my knob, and I applied some pressure with my hand as he worked it up and down. After a few minutes, he spit on my dick and finished greasing it up with his rough hand. I demanded, "Hurry up and make me cum, old man." Terry growled at me but happily obliged. He swallowed my cock down to the base and held it at the back of his throat. He gagged and belched for several seconds before coming up for air. After deep-throating my sausage twice more, Terry sucked on the head like a vacuum while he swiftly stroked the shaft. I began to pump my hips, and Terry slowed his stroking until I was totally in control face-fucking him. He braced himself with his hands on the edge of the bed, and I sat up. I planted my feet firmly on the floor and held on to his ears as I repeatedly thrust my cock in and out of his mouth pussy. He snorted and choked as spit dripped onto the carpet and bedspread. I looked up at the blank TV screen and saw my silhouette face-fucking my uncle. I didn't have time to warn him. A frothy rope of cum shot into the back of Uncle Terry's throat. He coughed and wheezed as I removed my dick. I pumped two more loads onto his tongue and face as he gazed up at me expectantly. My legs gave out, and I collapsed back onto the bed. I wiped some sweat from my forehead and sniffed my rank armpit. It had been almost two days since my last shower. I was so engrossed in my pit that I didn't immediately notice Terry slither back up my body until he grabbed my face and planted another kiss on my lips. This time he pushed my warm jizz into my mouth, and we wrestled in a sticky cum kiss. We each swallowed half my load, and then Terry leaned to the side and rubbed his nose around my armpit. "I know, I need a shower, right?" I half-apologized. "Nope," Terry replied flatly. He licked some of the salty sweat from my hairy pit and kissed me again. I rubbed my hands across his back, and he ran his fingers through my hair. I never wanted to let go of him or for this moment to end, but I finally forced myself to pull away. "Your turn, old man," I whispered. He abruptly stood up and pushed his dick back into his jeans. I was taken aback. Was he regretting what we had just done? I suppose he noticed the hurt and confused look on my face. "Don't worry, my turn'll come. Just not yet," Terry assured me. "I'm an old man, dude. I can't bust twenty times a day like you can." "Are ya-- are ya gonna be okay?" I asked sincerely, and then added a joke. "It's not gonna come spewin' out your ears or nose or somethin', is it?" Terry just laughed, kicked off his boots, and sprawled out on the bed beside me. I sat up and faced him. "It's called edgin'," he explained. "You ever get yourself all revved up and then just, like, stop? Just cut yourself off cold turkey right before the big event?" I nodded. Luke and I had tried it before to mixed results. It was difficult to keep myself from cumming when I was right on the precipice, but I guess Terry had a lot more practice. "Well, sometimes I like to do that all day," he continued. "I get myself all horned up, strokin' 'til I'm right on the edge -- hence the name -- and then walk away. Let my dick cool off a little and then work myself up again. By the end of the day I blow like a motherfucker." I understood completely, and I couldn't wait to see it -- and taste it. I was disappointed our fun was over for the afternoon, but I was content knowing that more was on the way. "So, how about a nap before we meet your new girlfriend Beth for dinner?" Terry suggested. "It's gonna be a wild night, and I think even a young buck like you might need some rest." "Beth's pretty wild, huh?" I joked. Terry just rolled his eyes and shook his head. I scooted over next to him as he pulled off his jeans. There was still some jizz left on my cock that I scooped up with my fingers and offered to my uncle. As he licked it off, I noticed for the first time that he was wearing a jockstrap. Last night he hadn't been wearing any underwear at all, so I assumed he always went commando. The sight of his dingy white jock made my cock stir again. Before he could throw it on the floor with his jeans, I snatched it out of his hand. It smelled like raw sex and was covered with faint stains of precum and piss. Uncle Terry had been wearing this jock for a long time. "You like that?" Terry asked as I sniffed it. In response, I slipped it on and adjusted my semi-hard cock in the pouch. It was a little oversized but not uncomfortable. My waist was more slender than Terry's, after all. "You mind?" I asked. "You think I fuckin' mind?" Terry responded as he gave my prick a gentle rub over the fabric. "You can wear that thing the next two weeks for all I care. 'Course, I could get ya one of your own." "Don't worry, I already got one," I said and kissed him again. I rolled onto my left side and pressed my body against my uncle's. I stretched my arm across his chest and intertwined my right leg over his. He wrapped his right arm around my back and caressed my shoulder. This was exactly the same way I used to cuddle with my dad when I felt lonely after Mom died. I had felt safe and loved. But, lying like this with my Uncle Terry was sexy and new. He kissed me on the forehead, just like my dad had done all those years ago. I was experiencing so many different feelings both familiar and strange, but they were all wonderful. Terry rested his left arm over his eyes, and I softly ran my hand through his hairy armpit until I fell asleep.