Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2017 01:36:11 -0600
From: Discrete Here <discretexx0@gmail.com>
Subject: Uncle Joseph's Arrival

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******

"Fuck, Jake!" I heard my mother scream from upstairs.

I was standing in the kitchen and it became pretty clear that my mom was
pissed at me, and saying I didn't know why would have probably been a lie.
My room was an absolute mess even though she told me to clean it several
times this week. At first, I am hesitant to walk upstairs to fully discover
what she's bitching about, so instead I reply with a meek: "Yes?"

"I told you, I PLEADED with you to make sure your room was clean by Friday,
and it's a fucking pig-sty!" she yells.

I knew it. I really had no excuses or no one to blame but myself. I was a
13-year-old boy, and not to mention it was summer time. The only thing on
my mind was sleeping late and binge-watching television shows on Netflix.
But regardless of that, I still knew that I should have cleaned my room
days before, as it was beginning to get a bit trashy. Not to mention the
smell. It was pretty bad.

"I'm sorry, Mom! I'll do it now..."

"You bet your ass you'll do it now. I told you this time after time; you
know I want the entire house clean for your uncle's arrival."

Whoop-de-fucking-doo, I thought. She angrily walks past me as I head
upstairs and hands me a broom while flashing the most passive aggressive
smirk. Jesus Christ, I thought, is it really that serious? My uncle Joseph
is coming back from North Texas to Houston after getting out of prison two
weeks ago, does it really matter if my room is clean? It's not like he's
going to judge my mother for having ONE room in her house that was dirty-
he was in prison for God's sake. But I digressed, and began the long
process of cleaning; after about three hours I finally cleaned my room to a
considerably better standing. It actually felt good to accomplish something
I realized. And now my room looks a lot bigger without all the clutter
around it.

At this point, I'm exhausted. I lay down in my freshly made and Febreezed
bed and I stare into my ceiling. I began thinking about my uncle Joseph.
It's probably been about 3 years since I've seen him. But it honestly
didn't seem like that long, which is sort of funny because he wasn't really
around much when he was free. I think most of my family sort of gave up on
him after a while. I wouldn't have considered him an alcoholic, but more so
a "problem drinker." He accumulated his 3rd DUI in about 5 years and the
district attorney eventually decided to just throw the book at him. I knew
he had been writing my mom while in prison and told her that he planned on
starting fresh and not drinking as much once he was finally out. Which
would be hard, considering most of our family events were centered around
food and liquor. But we'd see.

Bored, I begin scrolling on my phone through a website called Tumblr. I
absolutely adored this site because it was blog-based and had anything and
everything you could think of. After about 10 minutes of looking through
the site, I eventually come across an interesting video. The user who
"re-blogged" it had a username of "yourdadsnudes" and the video featured a
mature gentleman who was considerably muscular with a light coat of dark
fur over his body. He was glistening and smiling into the camera as he
began stroking his massive uncut cock. I couldn't tell the exact length of
it just by looking at the video, all I knew was that it was massive, and
there was a big drip of stuff coming from the end of his extra skin. And
while watching this, I could feel my 5-incher pushing against the zipper of
my jeans, only being protected by the thin layer of boxer that separated
skin from metal. This made me so unbearably horny. I hopped off my bed and
locked my bedroom door and pushed my head against it for a brief second to
hear if anyone else was on the second floor. Silence. I unbuttoned my jeans
and dropped both my boxers and jeans down to my ankles in one swipe quickly
stepping out of them. My thin cut boyhood was hard and caught the front of
my boxers as I pulled them down before my thingy bounced back up slapping
the bottom of my stomach and stood straight up. There was a bit of an
upwards curve to it, which was a bit of a problem when I orgasmed as it
would generally spew all over my body even if I pointed it in another
direction. I took off my shirt and hopped back into bed while staring
intently at the video.

I had known I liked men since I was around 8-years-old. I remember having
the biggest crush my 3rd grade English teacher, Mr. Hernandez. He was a
tall, medium-toned Hispanic man with a full beard, brown eyes, and the most
piercing white smile. Hernandez wore tight white button-ups and I could see
the outline of his muscle shirt and of tattoos on his right arm while he
taught the class. Sometimes you could even see when his nipples were too
hard as they would stick out his shirt at the tip of his breast muscles.
The girls in the class noticed this and would giggle amongst each other; I
noticed too. This was the most muscular man I had ever seen, and even then,
I remember my small 2-inch privates getting harder and pushing against my
basketball shorts in class while I watched him and analyzed his every move.
And while I sat in the back of class, I would sometimes move my right hand
under my desk and begin to abuse my young self over my shorts, pulling and
fondling at my rock hard thingy while looking around making sure nobody was
paying attention to me. I didn't know why, but it felt good and I wanted to
keep doing it. I did this often, and one time I swore that I saw Mr.
Hernandez looking at me; this put me into a quick panic as I quickly put my
hand back on the desk and looked down, embarrassed. I looked back up to him
and his brown eyes were starring directly into mine. He smirked before his
hand went down below his desk as he began adjusting himself for a long
time. That day, I remember he taught the entire day behind his desk, which
I found to be a little funny. He was really the first male figure I had in
my life besides my uncle, who was never really around. My father left my
mother when I was really young, and she had been raising me and my younger
brother Jason alone ever since. I found myself fantasizing about Mr.
Hernandez long after 3rd grade. In fact, nightly I would lay in bed and
touch my small peepee to the thought of him. My first dry orgasm happened
when I was around 9-years-old about to turn 10, and I remember specifically
that it was to the thought of him. The feeling was scary at first as I
didn't know what it was. I remember sitting at my desk playing with myself
and all of a sudden, a weird feeling came over me and I felt my butt
twitching like crazy. I then realized that the feeling was absolutely
amazing and tried again. And again. That night, I abused my young boy
pecker all night and came around 4 more times. I never knew what "gay" was
back then, all I knew was that I liked the way it felt when I thought about
men. It just... felt right.

As I watch the video of this man stroking his massive member, I notice that
he's recording himself in his restroom mirror while standing against the
sink. I spit in my right hand and find my own hard prick while holding my
phone in my left hand up to my face. The volume is turned all the way up on
my headphones as I soak in and analyze each and every grunt, stroke, and
moan this mature stranger makes. I begin looking at the details of his
muscular body, where the hair laid and how it slowly got thicker as it
neared the base of his cock, leading to a beautiful bush right above his
impressive thing. He had pretty large nipples that were dark pink and hard
as rocks that poked out of a patch of hair on his pecs. Fuck, he was hot! I
imagine myself being there in the video with him. Doing what, I don't know.
Just being there, I guess. He begins to talk dirty to the camera: "Yeah,
you want this fucking daddy load down your throat boy? You're gonna have to
work for it. UGHNNNN"

I yank my hand furiously up and down my rock hard young pole, and I feel
the light patch of pubic hair forming around the base of my dick with each
stroke. This makes me super proud and feel as though that I'm finally
developing into a man; and this thought makes me even more horny. I begin
twisting my fist on my dick while I stroke, and the sensation is nearly
pushing me over the edge. The man in the video begins thrusting his hips
into his fist and turns to the side revealing his amazingly muscular and
hairy ass that flexed in and out with each stroke. Holy shit, I couldn't
take it anymore. Before I know it, I feel my butthole start to pulsate and
I know I'm about to reach my climax. I let out a gasp rather than a moan in
an attempt to be quiet for fear of being heard by my mother or brother, and
I feel an electrifying sensation come all over my body. I'm at the peak of
ecstasy when two streams of boy juice shoot over my hairless and thin body
before a single one oozes over the head of my prick onto my thumb.

"MMMMMMmmnnnph" I lightly grunt.

My hips leave the bed and I continue to stroke in an attempt to get the
last of it out of me. I look back at the video just as the man shoots his
load all over the restroom mirror. He spews probably around 6 long shots of
cum and damn near covers the entire reflection of his body. Then he does
something that shocks me: he begins licking the mirror clean. This made my
now softening dick twitch again as I watch in amazement. The attractive
daddy-type laughs and winks at the camera, his own man juice covering the
parts of his facial hair and chin, before the camera cuts off. I double tap
the video to "like" it and save it. I then look down at my body and analyze
the almost clear substance that I have made compared to his bright white
cum. I look at the bit that landed on my thumb and begin to analyze its
texture. I have never previously thought about tasting my own cum, but this
video made me so curious about it. This man seemed to love it. I put my
hand up towards my face and I lick my thumb from the base to the top and
taste myself. It's a bit salty, but sweet at the same time. I'm not really
sure if I like it.

Even more exhausted now, I slowly begin to daze off in my bed, still naked
with slowly drying cum on my body.

****

"WAKE UP, KIDS! YOUR UNCLE WILL BE HERE IN 15 MINUTES!" I hear my mom yell
from downstairs. It wakes me up in a jolt as I realize my body is
completely nude laying in my bed.

"Shit..." I think to myself. Remembering the video I saw last night before
falling asleep. I look down and realize that my dick is looking straight at
me. Morning wood can be a blessing and also a curse. That's when I hear a
small knock at the door.

"Shiiiiiiit" I groan to myself as I quickly look for some clothes to put on.

"Jake, are you awake?" my little brother says from behind the door.

"Give me a minute Jason!" as I scramble to find clothing in my room. I grab
a towel and my toothbrush and throw on a pair of basketball shorts,
strategically placing my morning wood into the waistband. Thank God for
that curve, right? I struggle to get the last of my things while trying to
make sure that my boyhood doesn't stick out the top of my shorts while I
head to the shower. I open the door and behind it is my 9-year-old brother
Jason.

"JAKE!" he says with a big grin as he hugs me around the waist and almost
makes me drop my toiletries and clothing.

"Wha-!" I let out as I feel my morning wood press against the chest of my
younger brother.

"Jason! Let go, I need to take a shower!"

"NEVER!!!" He yells as he begins rocking side to side unknowingly lowering
my shorts while causing friction against my now, even harder dick. Now, I'm
in a bit of a panic.

"JASON! GET DOWNSTAIRS SO I CAN GIVE YOU A BATH!" My mother screams. He
giggles and skips down the hallway before taking a right and running
downstairs. Whew, saved by the bell, I thought.

I hop into the upstairs shower, and it's a quick one, but I realize that
the whole time I'm washing myself, my thingy is staying hard and is showing
no sign of going down. Once I get out and dry myself I look at myself in
the mirror, then I glance down at my member. Nowhere near impressive as the
guy in the video's. I look over my body and it's mostly hairless besides a
small happy trail and patch of pubic hair above my prick, which is now in
the palm of my right hand. I slowly begin to molest myself while I analyze
myself in the mirror. I'm pretty attractive, I thought. Definitely more
attractive than most of the boys at my school. Most I had absolutely no
interest in. The others were older and would probably have no interest in
me. I diverge my thoughts back to the video and close my eyes replaying the
moving image in my mind. I remove my hand briefly, spit on it, and continue
to pound away at my young 5-incher. I feel myself almost getting close when
the restroom door pounds.

"Jake, hurry up! Your uncle is about to get dropped off, I want everyone
downstairs when he comes in!" My mother yells from the other side of the
door. SHIT, I think to myself... yet again. I fumble for my clothes and
quickly start getting dressed. I briefly look at my member and its red and
angry from getting abused and not being able to release. There was no time
for that now, though. This time, I put my member upwards into the waistband
of my cargo shorts and pray that it isn't noticeable. I quickly dress and
head downstairs. With each step I feel the friction of the cargo shorts
brushing against the head of my penis and the best way to describe it is
pleasurable torture.

I get downstairs and turn the corner into the kitchen where the rear door
entrance is, and right on time--the door opens. My uncle Joseph walks in
with a huge smile, a backpack, a luggage bag, and several trash bags full
of God knows what. This is when I'm able to take a good look at him. Woah,
he looks a lot different from what I remembered.  The most noticeable
difference is that he's definitely lost a good 20 or so pounds. By no means
was he a super heavy-set dude, but the change is surprising. He has on a
navy blue muscle shirt and dark denim blue jeans with dark brown boots. I
notice from his muscle shirt fit that he's also been lifting weights. A
ton. There is a tone-ness in the top part of his body that slims out
towards his torso. But there's still a bit of "thickness" on him. Where
there once was a beer-gut, now is flat stomach. His muscle shirt is tight
and really leaves nothing to the imagination. As he readjusts his bags over
his shoulder I notice a dark patch of hair under his armpit and feel my
still hard boy pole push against the waistband of my shorts. I also notice
the patches of hair sticking out of the top of his muscle shirt from his
now well-developed pecks. His beard was fuller than I remembered it being
and was neatly trimmed complementing the structure of his face and new
haircut. His hair now has a pompadour style with a fade and a hard-part cut
into one side. He must have gotten it when first got out of prison and
stayed with friends in North Texas for a while. He's 39, but could easily
pass for someone in their mid-twenties. Holy shit, Joseph got hot, I
thought.

"Hey everyone!" Joseph smiles and beams into the kitchen where he quickly
puts his things down.

My mom rushes to him and gives him a big hug and kiss on the cheek. They
embrace for a long time. This sort of warms my heart. I know my mom is hard
on us, but she's definitely been through a lot. We don't have much family
other than each other, so I'm sure losing her younger brother to the prison
system was a lot to take in. After a long embrace, they just start laughing
and exchange "How are you's?!" and "I've missed you's!" and "You look so
good's!"

My little brother runs up to him next.

"UNCLE JOSEPH!!!!" He yells and jumps into his arms.

"Woah! Boy you're getting big!! How are you now?!"

"I'm 8 and a half!" he beams.

"Damn boy! You're growing up too fast, I'm surprised you even remember me!"

"Of course I remember you, Uncle Joseph!" He giggles as my uncle puts him
back down on the floor.

Then, my uncle looks over at the opposite end of the kitchen and notices
me. My heart sinks a little bit. He flashes a bright smile at me and says:

"HEY! Well if it isn't Jake! Damn boy! I thought your brother was getting
big, look at you! You're damn near an adult now, ain't ya?" he says
laughing.

I let out a nervous chuckle, "Heh, something like that. Hey uncle Joseph!
Missed you."

He comes up to me for an embrace and I open my arms and embrace him back. I
feel my heart sink even further into my body and probably out of my ass.
Our embrace may have only been for about 10 seconds, but it felt like an
eternity. I was worried he would feel my still hard dick that was now
involuntarily pushing against my waistband directly on his solid thigh. I
hoped he wasn't able to tell. But I took in every moment of the embrace.
His muscular arms felt amazing, firm, yet gentle as we hugged. My face laid
against his firm shoulder and his aroma smelled clean with a hint of sweaty
musk. I felt my boy meat throbbing against his thigh and feel as though I
could cum on the spot.

Luckily, before I do he slowly pulls back. As he does this, he rubs his
muscular hands along my back and places them on my shoulders while looking
me in the eyes.

He laughs, "You're turning into a good looking young man! Bet you need a
stick to beat off the ladies, huh?"

"Something like that," I joke, still nervous and hard as a rock.

He looked at me for a second longer, winked, and turned around to address
the room: "So, when's lunch?!"

"We just ordered take-out Chinese. Hope you don't mind, we're a little low
on groceries at the moment. Jason and I are going to leave here in a bit to
pick it up." My mother explains.

"I'm cool with Chinese food! How about you boys?" Joseph asks.

"YAY!" My brother yells. I just nod my head and smile. My dick is starting
to finally go down and I feel it lightly fall out of my waistband into
place in my boxer shorts.

"Good!" My mother replies. "Now Joseph, we planned on you staying in the
guest room, but right now we're getting some pipe work done in there. It
may not be ready for another week or two. I was gonna just let you sleep in
the living room, but the couches are super uncomfortable. But the good news
is that we have a nice air mattress that we could place it in Jake's room."

My heart nearly stopped at this remark. "Wha- What?" I mustered. I did not
know that this was a part of the plan.

"Jake, don't be rude. It will only be for a couple of weeks." Explained my
mother.

"Vanessa, if he doesn't want me to sleep in his room, I have no problem
sleeping in the li--"

"No! No, it's fine. He can sleep in my room! It'll only be for a couple of
weeks, right? Heh, heh." I stammer nervously. I feel my young boy dick
start to harden again at the thought of Joseph staying in my room and I
begin to internally panic knowing that there is no waistband support to
conceal it.

"Cool! It'll be fun little man-- sorry, I mean big man." He looks over and
smiles. I smile back at him. Shiiiiit, I think to myself.

"Well great!" My mom happily exclaims and smiles. "Well, Jason and I are
gonna go pick up the food. You help Joseph move into your room and get the
air mattress in there."

"Okay." I say.

I then help Joseph take his belongings upstairs while walking behind him.
That's when I notice......... his ass. CHRIST. It's beautiful, I thought. It's
muscular and huge. Before prison, he didn't have much of an impressive
backside, and now my uncle Joseph was nothing but glutes. This is probably
the most impressive transformation, I thought. His jeans are riding a bit
low and his muscle shirt is riding up a bit revealing a trail of hair that
leads to the top of his ass crack that I can make out. There was no way he
couldn't tell I was looking. I was right behind him. And then I looked down
and realized dick is standing straight up in my shorts. A circus tent is
pitched right behind my uncle. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, I worry to myself
with luggage in my hands. He's definitely going to notice once we get in my
room.

Once we walk in, I try to conceal myself as much as possible as my uncle
tries to make conversation. I concealed myself behind moving bags and
rearranging furniture, but every time my prick rubbed against something,
the deeper I stayed in the swollen trance. Look, I'm a little awkward most
of the time, but this time he definitely noticed that something was wrong.

"Um... is something wrong, Champ?" He asks confused?

"O-o-oh, nothing." I say quickly.

"...Ooookay. Well, let's go move that mattress into your room." He says as he
opens the door to my room, motioning me to go first.

I'm standing behind my desk chair and it feels as though time stops. I
freeze.

"Well? You coming?"

"I... uh... yeah." I say as I slowly come from behind the desk chair. I feel my
face turn red as I put my hands in front of my crotch to hide my obvious
horniness and slowly walk towards the door.

My uncle's eyes dart from my face to my crotch and his face morphs from
confusion to pure hysteria. He begins laughing loudly at me. My face turns
red and I begin to tear up.

"Oh shit, no!" He realized that laughing probably wasn't the smartest thing
to do. He comes up to me, puts his arm around my shoulder and walks me
towards my bed. We sit down next to each other, my boyhood still sticking
straight up and now becoming raw against the fabric of my cargo shorts.

"Kid... look, there's nothing to be ashamed of. You're a dude, man. You're
what, 13 now? It happens a lot, especially at your age. Shit, I still get
raging hard-ons too when I don't want them. At your age they used to call
me the walking prick--...although that could have been because I was a big
asshole, but I digress."

That made me laugh hard.

"Yeah, you liked that one, huh? Haha." He relished in his joke. "Look, all
you have to do is take care of it. It's a natural part of growing up."

"Ye- yeah, I guess. I tried to uh... "take care" of it before you got here,
but Mom rushed me out of the shower before you came so I didn't finish."

"Wow, what a bitch." He sneered.

That made me laugh even harder.

He embraced his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him while
squeezing me tighter. I could feel his pit hair pressed against my arm as
his hand rubbed my other arm. This definitely wasn't helping my boner at
all.

"Look, don't let me being your temporary roommate steer you away from doing
what you do. Pretend I'm not even here, okay? In fact, I'm gonna jerk it in
here whenever the hell I please, so I expect you to do the same." He said
proudly. This made my boy pole twitch a few times in my shorts, and at this
point I noticed that he was staring at my tent.

"That's if... you're okay with me doing that."

I didn't know what to say. So I just shook my head in approval.

He flashed his beautiful smile at me. I gave a slight grin back at him,
still embarrassed about the whole situation. We sat there for a moment in
silence, not really knowing what to say to each other.

That's when Joseph gets up and says, "Alright, now what are you waiting
for? Get to work!"

"N-Now?" I ask, surprised.

"Yeah man! You've been standing here with a hard dick for only God knows
how long, you need to release."

"I... uh..."

"You do know how to jack off, right?"

"Yeah, yeah I know how."

"Okay then! I don't see the problem? Do you need some help?"

This was the most adrenaline I've had in I don't know how long. I froze. I
couldn't believe what he was expecting me to do. This was my fucking Uncle
and he was wanting me to jack off with him in the room. What did he mean by
help? My mind was racing, my heart was pounding, my boy meat was raging
hard.

"Is that a yes?" He says, while stepping closer to me. "Look, it's not
healthy for a growing man to hold in his spunk for that long."

At this point, he is standing right in front of me. I'm face level with his
crotch and to my surprise, it seems like he has a slight hard on as well.
There's a huge imprint on his crotch and it's throbbing. He noticed that I
was staring at his crotch.

"It's contagious!" He laughs. He walks out into the hallway briefly and I
assume he checks to see if my mother and brother have arrived home yet.
They haven't. He walks back in the room and locks the door behind him.
Before I know it, he drops to his knees in front of me and demands that I
lay back. Terrified about what is going to happen next, I comply. I feel
his strong muscular hands begin rubbing my young body before unbuttoning my
shorts. Then before I know it, I feel my ass lift off the bed as he pulls
the shorts off me and tosses them aside. He's doing this fast and kind of
aggressively. I'm scared but insanely turned on at the same time. Now all I
had on were my boxer shorts that were pitching a major tent for a few
moments before my boyhood poked out the opening. I looked down and noticed
that my prick was red and angry. But behind it, I noticed my uncle looking
intently at it. There was lust in his eyes. He noticed me looking.

"Haha, boy that's a nice one! Is this the help you needed? Go ahead, get to
working your meat." He said as leaned away from the bed.

I had never seen this side of Joseph before. But I liked it.

"Uh, okay." I said as I spit on my hand and wrapped it around my pulsating
5-inch boy dick. It was hot to the touch and super sensitive. I winced at
first touch but then began to work my magic. I watched Joseph while I was
doing this and it seemed as though he was in a trance. I noticed his right
hand was fondling with something out of my sight, and realized he must be
abusing himself over his jeans while watching me. Woah, I thought. Was he
gay too? This all intensified my experience as I began jacking my dick even
harder.

Just then, both of us flinch as we hear a car door shut. Fuck, it was my
mom and Jason. They were back already.

"Shit!" my uncle Joseph exclaimed. "We're gonna have to make quick work of
this."

I was confused as to what he meant by this, but before I could wonder much
longer, I saw Joseph lean forward, tongue first, as he swallowed my whole
cock into his mouth.

"FUCK!" I yell.

My uncle's head slowly bobs up and down before picking up pace. Soon, he is
furiously gobbling on my member and I feel like I'm in outer space. I
couldn't even describe this feeling if I wanted to.

"FUU-UUuuU-UCK"

I was in pure ecstasy. His tongue begins doing things that begin driving me
insane. He massages my piss hole and then gently circles my head before
going all the way down on me. He repeats this several times. I can feel the
coarseness of his facial hair rubbing against the soft pubic hairs at the
base of my shaft. I begin to moan uncontrollably.

"UhhhhNNnnnnnn! MmmMNMM Fuck! Joseph!"

This isn't stopping him. He's feasting on my member like he's been wanting
this for years. I'm moaning like I've been wanting this for years. I look
down at him and he is like a machine. He then lifts my legs over his
shoulder as he continues working my boy pole. I feel as though I'm about to
cum any second. That's when he swallows the entire length of my young dick
and begins running his tongue along my balls. Holy shit. This man was a pro.

"UHHHHHHNNNNGH, FUCK JOSEPH!"

Then I feel a jolting shock of energy all around my body. I've never
experienced an orgasm like this in my entire life. My whole body felt like
it was cumming. As I feel shot after shot after shot of load go directly
into my uncle's mouth, I can hear him begin to make small moans as he
swallows it all.

"Fuck yeah, boy!" He says as he unlatches his face from my crotch. "Sorry
if that was unexpected, we needed to hurry. And you couldn't eat with a
hard on like that now, could you?"

I was at a loss for words. I didn't know what to say. Did this actually
just happen?

"Y-yeah." I say, and flash him a little smile.

"DINNER'S HERE!" I hear Jason yell from downstairs.

"We'll be down in a second!" Uncle Joseph yells back.

"Now, put on your clothes and act normal. And listen--don't speak about this
to anyone. It'll be our little secret okay, only if you want it to happen."

"Y-yes uncle Joseph, I loved that so much!"

"Good boy. Now when we're done, we can move that mattress in here and maybe
you can help me out this time." He says with a sly smile.

This makes my dick twitch once again.

He walks out of the door and I lay in bed for a brief second replaying the
events that just occurred in my mind.

Holy shit.

**********

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