Date: Mon, 14 Sep 2020 21:21:42 +0000 From: Aussie Son Subject: Uncle Bruce Comes to Town Uncle Bruce Comes to Town All of the usual caveats apply - be an adult or come back when you are. This is a fictional work with an element of truth about consenting adult family members. Don't read if you're not interested in that subject matter. No copying this story to another site or reproduce it in any way without my express consent. This is my first work of erotic fiction, while I'm not a writer I have spell checked the work, but some of the grammar may be off. I'm an Australian and have included a few Aussie words which shouldn't be too hard to work out what they mean by reading the text. Constructive feedback is most welcome, or even a quick shout out if you'd like me to continue on with this story or to write other stories. Enjoy! The phone rings so I pick it up from the coffee table and look at the screen to see who's calling. It's a mobile number that isn't saved to my phone, which in all probability means that the caller is a one night stand that I have either fucked or am yet to fuck as I give out my phone number a little too freely online. I put on my baritone, sultry voice "Hey sexy, what's up?" "Patrick, it's your Uncle Bruce." Luckily it's not a video call as my uncle would see that I've turned crimson "Oh h-hi Uncle, it's been a long time." Indeed it had been a long time, twenty years in fact. I've never been all that close with Dad's side of the family and have actually only caught up with my uncle and his wife and kids a handful of times in my whole life. This is in part due to the fact that they have always lived several hundred kilometres away from my family home, I'm now even further away, having moved for university then adopting my new found city as my home. "Yeah not since we hung out at the beach. That was a fun day. Anyway, I'm going to be in town for business. Are you free to catch up for a drink Thursday night?" Uncle Bruce asked. He remembers the beach! It was the height of summer, I was 20 years old and on break from uni, at home visiting the family. I had woken up early so I went for a jog. The day was going to be a stinker as it was already hot and humid. I got home, sweating profusely, my parents were up and on the back verandah along with my uncle, auntie and their 2 kids who were also in town visiting. "Morning Patrick" my dad called out "your Uncle Bruce and I are going to the beach for a swim today, want to come with us or go with your mum, Auntie Margaret and your cousins to do some shopping and to see a movie?" This was an easy decision as my cousins were only 4 and 6 and a bit of a handful to say the least. "I'll come to the beach, Dad." We ate breakfast, then as each of us showered, mum made up some lunch and put it in an Esky, to which dad added a 6 pack of beer and we were ready to go. Uncle Bruce, Dad and I climbed into Dad's ute with me squeezed in between the two of them. From Mum and Dad's place, it's about an hour and a half drive, we could go to a much closer beach, but Dad prefers a more secluded spot further up the coast. There wasn't much room in the ute, my then fifty year old dad was a miner and had a fairly athletic frame with quite muscular legs on one side of me and my then 35 year old uncle on the other. My uncle is a much bigger man than my father (although both are the same height at around 5"10 tall), but my uncle had a much more stocky, muscular build from his work in construction. They both have green eyes and dark brown hair, although dad's was more salt and pepper. Uncle Bruce was wearing an old tight fitting trade union t-shirt with the Eureka stockade flag emblazoned on the front along with a pair of rugby league footy shorts. I thought that the tufts of hair poking out of the top of his t-shirt looked quite appealing, as did his broad chest, along with the outline of his nipples protruding from his t-shirt. I continued scanning downwards past his firm belly (not a huge belly, but definitely no six pack there) then down to his footy shorts "impressive bulge" I thought to myself. Then finally onto his chunky, muscular, hairy legs and in particular his right leg which was pressed up against my leg in the confined cabin of the ute. Shit, am I seriously checking out my uncle? I look up at him sheepishly, his eyes also move from our legs touching to my eyes and gives me a cheeky grin. Did he just? Nah, my mind is thinking crazy thoughts. We pulled up in the carpark, only two other cars in the lot. The sand had been baking in the sun, so we quickly made our way for the wet sand at the water's edge for a bit of relief from the scorching sand. We walked up to the halfway point of the beach then made our way to the back of the beach where the sand met the shrubs, palm trees and undergrowth and claimed our spot under some palms for a bit of shade. Dad put down the Esky and his towel, took off his t-shirt then ran towards the water then dived under a wave. I placed my towel on the ground, took off my t-shirt then shimmied out of my gym shorts, revealing my favourite red low cut Speedo then I lay face up on my towel. Uncle Bruce took off his t-shirt so that he was now just in his footy shorts "Nice Speedo Pat" remarked Uncle Bruce as he glanced at my bulge. "Thanks Uncle. Do you wear Speedos too?" "I used to, but your auntie isn't a fan of them" "That's a shame" Did I really just say that? At this point, I couldn't help but stare at my uncle's hairy broad chest and matching hairy belly. Uncle Bruce gave me a wink then bent his legs and bought them in closer to his body - the leg closest to me rested on his towel while his knee on the other leg pointed towards the sky. It's then that I thought that I could see skin popping out the leg of his footy shorts. Was it scrotum or knob? I couldn't tell from this angle, so I flipped around and lay on my side. My crotch wasn't too far from my uncle's head and my head was now relatively close to his knee and I supported my head with my hand. I gazed at his solid legs, beads of sweat forming in amongst the forest of hair. My eyes slowly made their way up his inner thigh, to the base of his shorts. Yes, there was skin poking out alright! It was the head of his cock, no foreskin present as I didn't think that it would as my dad was cut too. His knob was quite thick, laying on his thigh. I could feel my cock starting to chub, the head was pushing further down my Speedos while spreading my balls apart. The shaft of my cock was pushing up against the fabric. I wasn't at full mast, so I thought that perhaps my uncle wouldn't notice. I diverted my gaze and looked down the beach. When I turned to look back at my uncle, my eyes couldn't help themselves but do anything other than hone in on his knob. I timidly looked up at his eyes to see if he'd noticed and I thought that I had caught him staring at my bulge. He looked at me and a cheeky grin spread across his face. His eyes then moved down to his crotch, mine followed but slowly so that I could take in his fine wide chest and as I did, a bead of sweat ran down his chest, pausing briefly on his plump nipple, then slid the rest of the way down. My eyes continued down past his belly button, his footy shorts then onto his knob. I involuntarily licked my lips, I was in lust with my uncle's cock. I'd do anything to get my tongue around it. Just then, I could see dad returning from his swim. Uncle Bruce repositioned himself so he was no longer poking out of his shorts. For the rest of the day, I pleaded in my mind for dad to leave us again so that I might get an encore, but sadly not. The few days that I had to wait to be reunited with my uncle after 20 years flew by. I had arranged to meet him at a bar that I liked in the CBD. It was a cosy little place that specialised in scotch. We were to meet at 8 o'clock, I got there 10 minutes early so that I could sit down, have a drink and try to settle the nerves. Uncle Bruce turned up right on time. He looked great, now 55 years old with grey flecks through his hair. He was still quite muscular, but he had put on about 5 to 10 kilos, which didn't detract from his handsome looks at all. It's also the first time seeing him in a suit, which he wore well. He still worked in construction, but was now in management. We drank and tried to catch up on 20 years as best we could, then largely talked a lot a shit the drunker we got. It was about 1am and we were out the front of the bar on the footpath, he was finishing off a cigarette and I was using my vape. "Are we going back in for another drink?" I asked my uncle as he stubbed out his cigarette. "Nah, let's get going. My hotel's this way." Uncle Bruce slurs, pointing down the street. We get to the front of his hotel after about 10 minutes of walking, trying not to trip over our own feet. "It's been a great night, Uncle Bruce. Let's keep in touch and catch up a little sooner next time." My uncle turns to face me then places his hand on my shoulder "The night doesn't have to be over yet Pat. Come up to my room and we can raid the minibar." I nod and follow him into the hotel. His room is an 'L' shape with the bed in one part, then opens up to a two seater and single seater lounge chairs at right angles to each other, in front of a TV. The minibar is in the corner of the room, between the door to the room and the door to the bathroom. It's all quite modern and the colour scheme was inoffensive and safe like most hotels and included the obligatory cityscape picture on the wall. I take my satchel bag off my shoulder and place it on the coffee table, then sit on the single seater while Bruce makes a bee line for the minibar "What can I get for you Patty?" "No more scotch. A beer thanks" "Great minds think alike." Uncle Bruce hands me a beer then takes a seat and starts taking off his shoes "Make yourself at home Pat. I've been in this damn suit all day." "Thanks Uncle" I start taking off my shoes and socks. Meanwhile, Bruce removed his shoes and socks and stood up, hung his jacket up, removed his tie and was now unbuttoning his shirt. At this point I get a little giddy with excitement as I get flashbacks of seeing his big bear chest at the beach all of those years ago and now here I am, about to be able to take another look. After he unbuttoned his shirt, he threw it on top of his suitcase. He was facing away from me as he did this, which gave me a great view of his sexy big arse and back. He had a tuft of fur on his spine not far up from his bulbous ass, along with a smattering of hair up his back and stretching out on his broad shoulders. To my surprise, he then started to remove his belt and proceeded to remove his pants letting them drop to the floor, revealing a navy blue pair of Tradie branded briefs. I was salivating at the sight before me. He then proceeded to the couch, facing me with one foot on the ground and his other muscular and chunky leg resting on the couch with his foot hanging off the couch, giving me a wonderful view. His chest looked much the way I remembered it except he now had a fair few grey hairs interspersed with black ones. His nipples pointing slightly downwards from his ample pecs. The belly on him had grown since last time, which I really wanted to rub. The underwear appeared to be having a hard time keeping Uncle Bruce's large balls and cock in place. The outline of his cut cock clearly visible. My uncle's voice snaps me out of my trance "As I said, don't be afraid to make yourself at home Patrick." "Thanks Uncle, I hate clothes too." I take a swig of my beer for a bit of Dutch courage before peeling off my polo shirt, to reveal my athletic frame. I looked pretty good for 40. I undid my pants and lifted my arse off the seat so that I could remove them, letting them drop to the floor. I then stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. "Is that a jockstrap you're wearing?' Uncle Bruce asks, looking at my bulge which was covered by my white Nasty Pigs jockstrap. "Yeah, they're comfy" I inform my uncle in between sips of beer before finishing it off. "Want something stronger, uncle?" I ask as I shake my empty stubbie. "If you like. Check what's in the minibar." "What I have in mind is stronger than anything in there" I tell my uncle as I reach into my bag on the coffee table. I dig out my sunglasses case and retrieve my glass pipe from within. Holding up the pipe, I ask "Have you ever tried this before?" "No I haven't. I had some speed years ago" Uncle Bruce said matter of factly. "Would you like to?" "Sure, I'm game" "Just don't tell Dad" "Oh he'd be the last person that I'd tell. And no telling your Auntie Margaret or your cousins, Pat" "My lips are sealed" I promise my uncle as I give him a wink before going on to explain how to smoke the pipe. I then demonstrate how it's done, taking in a good lung full and then again for good measure. As I passed him the pipe I noticed that his briefs look a little fuller than they did before. I watch as he takes his first puff "You're a natural, Uncle!" "Watch it, you cheeky bastard! Mind if I..." "Please, go right ahead. I'll just be in the bathroom." As I pass Uncle Bruce to get to the bathroom, he smacks me on the arse then goes back to the pipe "Uncle Bruce!" I giggle as I shut the door. The bathroom is surprisingly large, the toilet was directly in front of me, on the left side of the room was a shower, basin and mirror and the right side of the room was taken up by a deep spa bath that could easily accommodate two people. After returning from my piss, I take a seat. "That spa bath looks like a decent size. Have you tried it out yet?" I ask my uncle. "No, but I'd like to. Would you?" "A spa bath sounds amazing" I tell my uncle, trying not to sound too excited at the prospect. Bruce passes me the pipe then gets up to fill the tub. "Hot ass" I think to myself as he turns away. I restock the pipe and have a couple of tokes. My uncle returns to his seat and we pass the pipe back and forth a few times. "I'd better check the bath, uncle." "The bath is ready Uncle Bruce" "Coming." I step out of my jockstrap then hop into the tub and lower myself in. Uncle Bruce enters the room, sees my jockstrap on the floor and takes his undies off, revealing his impressive cut cock, it must be seven inches on the slack and thick too! Wow! I can't help but stare at it until it subsides into the bubbles. My uncle lights the pipe again, then passes it to me. "That stuff sure makes you horny" my uncle confesses. I nod then I finish what's left in the pipe before placing it down. I then feel my uncle's foot press up against my cock and balls and I jump from the surprise. I recompose myself and stretch out my leg, using my foot to find the family jewels. Success! I followed my uncle's lead and let my foot rest on his groin, his big balls bouncing in the bubbles at the arch of my foot and my toes resting on his thick shaft. "So Uncle, that day on the beach. Was I imagining things or...?" Uncle Bruce looks deep into my eyes and gives me a wink, I smile and nod in return. We simultaneously take it as our cue to start fondling each other's crotch with our feet. My heart is racing. My god his cock is huge. It's Coke can thick and 10 inches long. I can't hold back any longer and move in on my uncle, pausing for a moment to read him to see if I should continue. Our lips interlock, I feel like a ball of warm energy enters my mouth before making it's way around my entire body then it envelops me completely. Our tongues dance in perfect rhythm. The kiss lasts several minutes before we need to come up for air. A pang of guilt washes over me. "We shouldn't be doing this Uncle Bruce." "Don't talk such nonsense, an uncle and nephew should show affection towards one another. Besides, no one needs to know." There's that trademark cheeky grin again. We embrace once more, setting off more sparks as our lips meet again. "Come on, nephew. Let's go to the bedroom." We dry off then he picks me up and carries me to the bed, lays me down then he straddles me. I protest and start to wrestle this big hunk of a man. He lets me win, him now on his back and me on top. I want to drink my uncle in. We briefly kiss, then I move my lips to suck an earlobe and he lets out a moan. My lips make their way down his neck and onto his bulging pecs before honing in on my uncle's left nipple. I tweak his other nipple with my fingers as my lips suckle his left one. More moans. My fingers and lips swap nipples, then my lips continue down the furry belly, pausing to take in his belly button. My uncle's knob was at the same height as his belly button, but lying to one side. Instead of going straight for his cock, I kissed the skin of his belly right beside his cock and kept making my way down to his hefty balls. I take his left ball into my mouth, my nostrils are buried in his pubes and filled with his musky scent. I even the score by taking in his right testicle before making my way up his considerable shaft with my tongue. His knob tasted superb as I licked it all over, then I poked my tongue into the slit. "Oh baby" my uncle moaned as I took his knob in my mouth. I manage to get about 8 inches down my throat, but can't go any further. I work my way up and down his shaft with my mouth, I'm infatuated with Uncle Bruce's manhood. "Time for me to return the favour, nephew" Bruce says as he flips me onto my back then he straddles me. Our lips lock onto each other once more, our tongues tango. He then goes straight for my 7 inches and swallows it whole, his hands make their way up my body and starts tweaking my nipples as his head bobs up and down on my cock. I can't help but moan. My balls are next on his agenda and he manages to get both in his mouth at the same time. Impressive. His tongue then makes its way down my perineum, as he does so, he pushes my legs up into the air so that he can seek out his prize. His tongue began lapping at my hole, my god I wanted to cum. He then ploughed his tongue into me. He was there for what was probably only a matter of minutes but it felt like a bliss filled eternity, I was moaning for more which encouraged him to keep devouring my hole. He stops to get some lube out of his suitcase and starts lubing up his cock and my hole. "You want your uncle's schlong in your hole, boy?" "It's sooo big!" "Don't worry, I know how to use it." Uncle Bruce then gently pushes in, I can feel myself stretching from what must only be his cock's head. Every couple of breaths he inches in more of his man meat until I can feel his ball sack resting on my ass. "There you go boy, I'm all the way in. You like that?" "Oh my god, it feels so fucking good!" I yell. He then starts kissing me passionately while he slowly slides in and out of my boy pussy. He picks up his pace, grunting as much as I am moaning. We change positions to doggy style, all without taking out his cock. He fucks me harder then ever, his balls slapping on my ass. We again change positions, this time I'm lying on my side with my uncle still upright as he takes long and deep strokes, taking himself out of me then back in until he's balls deep again. "I'm ready to cum, boy!" My uncle roars as he puts me back into missionary position. I'm staring into his eyes, which fully express his animalistic desire. We're both moaning in unison then I feel his 10 inch monster pulsate as it shoots its payload deep into me. Without even touching myself, I begin cumming, shooting rope after rope of cum all over my stomach and chest, with one rope hitting my mouth. Uncle Bruce licks the cum from my mouth, kisses me then without taking his cock out, turns me onto my side and spoons me as we both pant and try to get our breath back. "Thanks Uncle Bruce, that was amazingly" "I couldn't agree more Pat, although I'm not done yet."