Date: Wed, 9 Oct 2002 04:40:20 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Uncle Ken 1 Uncle Ken By Bald Hairy Man. Contact me at bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com. This story is all fantasy, all gay and mostly bear. If you don't like that, Don't read it! Uncle Ken moved in on a Saturday. He had just gotten out of the Navy and had a summer to kill before he started at the University working on a degree in Public Safety. The Navy would pay for it, but there was a gap between starting College and leaving the Navy, so Dad told him to stay with us. I was a bit miffed. Mom and Dad both worked, so I had the house to myself during the day. I had a night job as a stock boyr at the local supermarket. This arrangement suited me fine. I hadn't been getting along with my parents for awhile. Some of that was normal problems for a 17 year old and his folks. The rest was my parents fault. They found God, badly, two years earlier. My older sister had been hell on wheels as a teenager. She was killed in automobile accident when she was 17. They took it out on me. I had been a good kid. Actually I still am a good kid, not that it did any good for me. I was in the National Honor Society and assistant Editor of the school paper. I couldn't go out to any events other than official school functions. They didn't want me to associate with any other kids. Mom was convinced Elli died because she associated with the wrong sort of people. Elli was the wrong sort of people. She was damn lucky no one else died in the accident. Mom got a job working with the hospital and she became obsessed with it. When she and Dad were home they were on my case 24/7. I thought Uncle Ted's arrival would at least get them to clean out Elli's room. It had been untouched since the day she died. No such luck. They moved a bed into my room. I barely knew him, he was on deployment most of the time. He was Dad's younger brother, but 43 seemed old to me. When he arrived, he was none too pleased with the sleeping arrangements. He had a long talk with Dad about it. Dad told him, Mom wasn't ready to give up on Elli. Uncle Ken said, he thought being in the grave three years was a pretty good indicator Elli wasn't coming back. Dad cried and Uncle Ken gave up. "Your folks have turned squirrely." he told me. "Are they like that all the time?" "All the time!" I replied. "It's like this all the time. At first I thought it was just Elli's death. It hasn't gotten any better. They found some strange Preacher who is feeding on it. At least they go out of the house to church. They don't make me come along." "It will be a long summer, Tom, a real long summer. " he said. I already knew that. Uncle Ken turned out to be a nice guy. He was about my height, 5-10, but maybe 50 pounds heavier. He was very neat. He cleaned up the room every day and that helped with Mom and Dad. At first he seemed really old to me. He treated me like an adult. He didn't see me as a kid, but he talked to me normally, as if I was a human being. Dad was tall and thin, as was Mom. Uncle Ken was stocky, built like a fire plug, short and squat. He took after Grandma's family. He was also hairy. Dad was smooth and use to joke with Ken, asking if he would like a whole body shave. Dad was sensitive about body hair. The Preacher was anti-Darwin big time, and seemed to think body hair weakened the case. I was turning a bit hairy myself. We were always fully dressed, so Dad didn't notice. We lived in a small Cape Cod. The master bedroom was on the first floor. My bedroom was on the second floor with a bath and Elli's shrine. My room was the small one, but there was a door at the head of the stair, so it was like a small apartment. I had gotten use to going up to bed early to study. This gave Mom and Dad less nag time. I had discovered the recreational potential of my cock several years before. I hoped Uncle Ken would stay down with Mom and Dad, but they all got on each other's nerves, so he came up to read. We would talk some, but after a week I really wanted to get my rocks off. Uncle Ken was good about sharing the bathroom, so I did get some quality time there. Uncle Ken went out to a bar once during the first week he was at our house, but Mom and Dad took that really badly. Ken was pissed, but he had a lease on an apartment starting in September, so he decided to stick it out. It was a hot summer. The house was air conditioned, so that wasn't bad. The bathroom wasn't, so I always left the door open. I tried closing it, but it got unbearably hot, so we left it open. That's when I saw him naked for the first time. I had never seen a naked adult man before. Compared to my parents, the Queen and Prince Phillip were swingers. There was no nudity. My father rarely wore a short sleeve shirt and never shorts. Uncle Ken walked into my room naked, drying himself off after a shower. He was hairy, beefy and had a big cock hanging between his legs. He wasn't worried at all about being naked. He didn't seem to be worried I was looking at him. He finished drying off, got in bed and pulled out a book. I had never seen anything but boy cocks in the shower room at school. It was hard to believe Ken's was a version of the same piece of anatomy. I liked my own cock, but had not been curious about the other cocks I had seen. Boy dicks did nothing for me. Ken's cock was a shock. It was thick and lumpy with veins showing. Hair grew halfway up the shaft so the cock merged with his pubic bush. The head was wide, with a broad slit. It was about as thick as the shaft. He was soft, but I knew it would be massive hard. I was fascinated. Much to my surprise I also had an erection. I went to bed and found I was still thinking about Ken's cock. I felt odd. Boys talked about being turned on, or being horny, but I had never felt that way. Until now. I was turned on and excited. It was a new experience. I wasn't sure what I should do. The next day Mom told me she and Dad were going to a missionary training retreat for the next week. They needed to "get in touch with God", she said. I would stay home with Uncle Ken. "We're sorry to miss your birthday." Mom said. "We'll leave some money for a cake. You can tell Uncle Ken what kind you like." I clearly wasn't invited. I'm not sure they thought I could be saved. For some reason, they had become obsessed with saving peasants in Brazil. They left and Ken told me it would be better if they figured out how to deal with Elli's death, than Brazilian Indians. The refrigerator was filled with frozen foods and vegetarian hamburgers. Uncle Ken took one look. "No rabbit food for us. Let's go to the market and get some real food. You need some meat for your 18th birthday. Can you cook at all?" he asked. "Never tried." I said. "Me neither, are you willing to experiment some?" he asked. "As long as it's not a veggie burger, I'm willing!" I answered. We went to the market and loaded up with beef and pork. We decided a baked potato could only be so bad, nor could a tossed salad be that difficult. He also got a case of beer. We got home and I did the potato and Uncle Ken did the meat. We found an old "Joy of Cooking" cookbook. Ken said, his mother used that cookbook.. I fortunately looked up baked potatoes and discovered you needed to pierce the skin to keep it from exploding. Uncle Ken told me he was changing the dress code. He came into the kitchen shirtless, wearing only baggy polyester jogging shorts. They hid his cock, but revealed every detail of his cock's shape through the thin fabric. I put on gym shorts. Uncle Ken had a beer or two. It was really relaxed compared to the tense dinner time with Mom and Dad. He offered me a beer. I hesitated. "You're 18, that use to be legal. You aren't going out, don't worry. Give it a try" he said. I did. Dinner was good. I cleaned up after and we went into the family room and watched TV. It was odd to watch normal programs. I went up to bed at 10:30 and took a shower. The beer must have made me brave. I left the bathroom naked and walked into the bedroom. Uncle Ken was there. He looked up, winked at me and went back to his book. A few minutes later he got up and went to take a shower. He took a long shower. I wanted to see him naked again, but was too nervous to go to the bathroom door and look. I just stayed in bed and hoped he would return naked. It must have been the longest shower in the history of the world. He returned, naked and this time he was drying his hair, so there was no towel around his waist. I got a good long look. His cock looked different, bigger, this time. It took me a few seconds, then I realized he was half hard. As soon as I noticed that, I was as hard as I had ever been in my life. He went to the dresser and brushed his hair looking in the mirror on the wall above. "Your Daddy and I were never great friends growing up, but, boy, has he changed." Ken said. "He was always a bit straight laced, but nothing like the way he is now. It's so relaxed with them out of the house. I'm on pins and needles when they are here, afraid I will say something that will set them off." "It is nice, kind of relaxed. No sermons in the offing." I said. "It's hard to believe, but the Navy was more laid back than here." he said. I was sitting on my bed with my towel hiding my cock. My hard on was sinking some. A moth suddenly flew into my face and I jumped up. It scared me the way a bug does when it gets up close and personal. "What was that?" Ken asked, looking at me. "Just a bug, it startled me." He turned back to the mirror. "The Navy's a lot more relaxed." he said, continuing his earlier comments. "Even with the "don't ask, don't tell," crap it's more laid back." I knew exactly what that meant. He had seen my erection. Uncle Ken got in his bed, took out a book and started reading. This time he didn't cover himself with a towel. He was naked on his bed. He didn't make any other move. I wanted to do something, but didn't know what to do. I had forgotten to brush my teeth, so I scurried off to the bathroom. I hope my erection would subside, but it didn't. I was hoping he would come after me, but he didn't. I wanted his cock and realized I would have to make the move. He wasn't. I returned to the bedroom. My cock was at half staff and I didn't try to hide it. Uncle Ken looked up. "You've got a nice one." he said. "You take after Grandma's family. They were all hung." "How do you know that?" "Your great-uncle Bob told me." Uncle Ken replied. "He was hung like a horse. We went swimming and he gave me a show." He took a long look at my cock. His cock was at half staff too. It looked thick. There was something glimmering in the tip on his slit. "Is mine as big as his?" I asked. "I can't tell." he answered as he sat up on the edge of the bed.. "He was hard and it was a monster." "He was hard?" "Eventually." Ken answered. "To tell you the truth, Tom, eventually we both were hard." He looked at me again. He was getting hard, so was I. "His balls didn't hang as low as yours. He was an "all meat, no potatoes" guy. My cock's okay, but my balls are prize winners." He reached over and cupped my balls in his hand. "It looks like you got the best of both worlds." I was going to tell him to let go of my balls. "Damn that feels good." I said. Somehow that wasn't what I thought I would say. "You like it?" Uncle Ken asked. I didn't answer him. I just moaned. He leaned forward, opened his mouth and took my cock head into his mouth. I felt his tongue on my cock, licking the edge of my mushroom head and flicking on the piss slit. I just stayed still and let him do what he wanted. He pulled back. "Too much?" he asked. "We can stop and pretend nothing happened." I said nothing for maybe 30 seconds. "Shit no!" I blurted. "Don't stop, can you do it again?." "I sure can." he said as he swallowed my cock. This time he deep throated me and it felt even better. I hadn't guessed anything could be better than what he did first. I was real close to cumming. He pulled off. "You may have guessed you have a full grown cock sucker in the family." he said. "I was just thinking there may be two cock suckers in the family" I said. Up to that minute I hadn't considered sucking a cock. I wanted Uncle Ken's cock. "Have you done this before?" he asked. "No." I said. "Did you like it the first time?" "No," Ken said. "I loved it. I couldn't get enough of it." "Who was it with?" I asked. Ken smiled. "Can you guess?" Ken asked. "Uncle Bob" I suggested. Ken smiled. "Bingo." he said. "Are you ready to try your first cock" I got on my knees and bent over and took his cock head into my mouth. There was a sweet taste. I licked it for a second or two. I suddenly wanted the entire shaft. It fit perfectly. "Get on the bed, we can 69." I did as he asked and we went at it. It's not often you can pick a specific time when your life changed. This was it for me. I went from a life where there was all but no physical contact, to a life craving genital contact of the most intimate kind. I loved Uncle Ken's cock and I couldn't get enough of it. Ken was attentive to my cock. He seemed to know just the point to stop sucking, so I wouldn't shoot. I would relax some, then he would go at it again. I tried to copy what he did to me and that worked fine for both of us. "You better stop, or you'll get a mouthful of jiz." he said. "I'm real close." "Is that bad?" I asked. "No, some guys like it. Some guys don't." Ken said. "What about you?" "I kind of like it." he responded. "It's not for everyone." I decided to keep on sucking. I could feel him tensing up. His cock head bloated. It had been easy to suck, but was almost too big now. Ken began to twitch, spurt. He filled my mouth. I swallowed. He continued to shoot. The taste wasn't much, but having his cock spasming in my mouth was exciting. "You did that well, Tom." Ken said. "Happy Birthday!" "My birthday is tomorrow!" I said. "Damn! We'll need to do it again tomorrow!" "Do I have to wait that long?" I asked. "Orgasms can get kind of runny if you shoot too often." Ken said. "If you like it thick and creamy, you need to wait." "I don't mind the low cal version." I relied. Ken smiled. It was a good night. I had the weekend off from my job, so we were able to spend a lot of time together, mostly naked and mostly hard. Mom called the next day to wish me a happy birthday. She warned me that Uncle Ken was older and not use to dealing with children. I shouldn't do anything "too adult". I told her, "Don't worry. "Nothing tipple X rated going on here, Mom." Around 10:00 I got a call from my Cousin Fred wishing me happy birthday. He was Dad's oldest brother's son and was in his mid thirties. He had always seemed like an uncle to me and he seemed to think of me as a younger brother. Fred was surprised Mom and Dad weren't there. I told him Uncle Ken was holding down the fort. He didn't know Ken was here and asked to talk to him. They talked for a while. I was cleaning the breakfast dishes, when their conversation became quiet. I only heard a few snippets of conversation. Uncle Ken hung up the phone. "Fred is going to drop by after lunch." Ken said. I must have looked disappointed. Uncle Ken noticed. "You wanted an afternoon of cock sucking? " he said with a wry smile. "I guess I did." "Don't look too disappointed, Tom." Ken said. "Fred and I are old playmates. We had a session like the one we had last night years ago." "You taught Fred how to suck cock?" "Actually, Fred didn't need to be taught." Ken said. "He was younger. but he figured out the ropes early." "But he's married." I exclaimed. "He has two kids!" "Fred swings both ways. He likes sex anyway he can get it." Ken explained. "He was so fucking good looking, he could get just about anyone he wanted and he did. He told me he liked guys because they couldn't get pregnant and didn't want to get married." "Damn. I never would have guessed in a million years." "He's horny as shit now. You can sit this one out, come up and watch us go at it, or join in. I'm game, Fred's game. What's your pleasure?" Ken asked. "Do you have to ask?" Ken laughed. "Not really. That's why I asked him over." Ken explained. "I figured you would be interested."