Date: Wed, 3 May 2017 03:05:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Behr Forbear <behr4bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Rural Life - Chapter 4: Meet Uncle Gary

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My Rural Life - Chapter 4: Meet Uncle Gary

We, the whole lot of us, worked the next day, Saturday. Bill never let on
about what happened between us, not even to me. He was cool, calm and
relaxed as if nothing had happened. I was content with that approach as
well, although I kept stealing glances at him during the day; sizing up his
cock through his cargo shorts or imagining his hairy ass when he had his
back turned to me. I kept a chubby all day.

That night I decided to forego the partying with the guys and headed to my
parent's place. My mom had said my uncle Gary, her brother, was in for the
weekend and had stopped by for a visit. While my presence wasn't required,
my parents were pretty laid back, I used it as an excuse not to hang with
the guys. I just needed some time to process the events of the night
before.

When I got home Dad and Uncle Gary were out back grilling some steaks and
mom was in the kitchen finishing up the rest of dinner. Gary was her older
brother. He was a few years older than my dad too but they had always
gotten along very well. Dad told me one day years ago that he and Uncle
Gary just clicked from the first time they met. They met when my Dad was
courting my mom and they became fast buds. He said they used to hang out
together before the marriage, that Uncle Gary was Dad's best man at the
wedding, and that they remained close all these years.

Uncle Gary is a great guy. He was grounded; that's the best way to describe
him. He just seemed to know himself and what he was about. He has a quiet
confidence that makes him very pleasant to be around. He is just under
normal height, red headed, with a full beard, a big barrel chest and thick
arms and legs. He used to lift weights competitively in his younger years
as a side hobby. He is an over the road truck driver and quit successful at
it. He owns a small fleet of semi trucks and stays pretty busy keeping them
on the road in addition to his own driving. He's told me he really enjoys
being on the road and so he couldn't see himself ever stopping. Uncle Gary
was married once, but that fell through because he wasn't around enough to
make her happy.

He told me once that he would find me a job in his outfit if I were ever
inclined, so I always kept that in mind. I feel like I have the rest of
this year to decide my final direction before I crossed that line from
being a wandering, undecided young man to a deadbeat. I always felt like
the military was an option too, but I just haven't decided. I was thinking
through all of this as I went to the deck to say hello.

"Hello, Uncle Gary." I said as I approached with my hand out to shake in
greeting. "Mom said you were in town."

"Hi Mark. How's life treating you?" He responded pleasantly as he shook my
hand and pulled me into himself for a manly bear hug.

We continued with the pleasantries and small talk while dad finished with
the grill and we all had a few beers. Dinner was great and we men retired
to the living room to watch some ultimate fighting while mom cleaned
up. When she was done she headed out of the house saying her and some
girlfriends were going to do a little late afternoon shopping and then take
in a movie. We all said our good byes and settled back into the fights.

After a while the distraction of the fights began to wear off and I started
thinking about Bill again. My dick got hard thinking that he might be
getting fucked again tonight by Dave. Or maybe even one of the other
guys. Uncle Gary got up and headed towards to restroom to piss. I watched
his sizable ass as he crossed the room and wondered what it would be like
to have my cock in it. I shook my head a bit and turned back to the TV and
noticed that my dad was looking at me. `Oh shit', I thought, `he just
watched me check out my uncle's ass.' There is nothing like that to cause
your wood to wilt.

Once the fight was over I excused myself and headed to my bedroom to shower
and change for bed. There were three bedrooms in the house. The master,
which has its own bathroom attached, and then two smaller bedrooms. These
two rooms share a bathroom in between them. Uncle Gary, I noticed, had set
his suit case and stuff in the other bedroom as he has done before. His
toiletry bag was in the bathroom already and it was left slightly open. I
peeked inside and found some condoms, extra-large. I hadn't thought about
my uncle as sexual but it makes sense that he would be fucking someone
along his many travels. I was immediately hard at the sight of them and the
thought of him using them. The fact that they were extra-large didn't go
unnoticed either. I took my shower and resisted the urge, barely, to jack
off.

I headed back down the hallway to say good night to Dad and Uncle Gary but
couldn't find them in the house. I looked out back and couldn't find them
there or in the garage. I then noticed that the tool shed light was on. I
could see light through the cracks in the slats. I didn't think they would
be in there but I headed that direction so I could turn off the light at
least, thinking dad had probably left it on after mowing that morning. As I
approached though I could tell that they were in there as I heard them
talking. I couldn't make out what they were saying but they were definitely
in there. As I got closer I heard Uncle Gary say "Fuck yeah man that feels
nice, keep doing that with your tongue". My dick got hard as steel, I
slowly approached the shed and squatted next to the side wall. I peeked
through the slats and couldn't believe my eyes.

There was my uncle sort of leaning/sitting against the riding mower with
his pants down to his ankles. He had his t-shirt pulled up to his neck and
was pinching his nipples. He was so hairy and it was so red. His pecks were
firm and his nips were rock hard. Squatting in front of him was my dad. He
was fully dressed and was sucking on that XL sized dick like a pro. He had
one hand on the shaft and the other was kneading Uncle Gary's sizable and
low hanging balls. The man was a mass of red fur all over and his crotch
was no exception. Dad, it seemed, could take the man all the way to the
root as I watched him bury his nose numerous times in my uncle's wiry,
ginger bush. He would hold it there for a long time and I could see his jaw
and throat working. He must be swirling his tongue around and around that
thick cock. When he would come off it for air he would look up admiringly
at Uncle Gary's face that beamed approval and lust back at him. Dad would
then pull Uncle Gary's foreskin back again and bury the whole thing down
his throat. This went on for a while with both men really into it. I was so
hard it hurt. When I adjusted my position slightly to be more comfortable
just the movement of the fabric of my underwear caused me to bust my nut
right there. I don't think I have ever cum so much and it just kept coming
out. I was shaking violently with my orgasm. I think I almost passed
out. After it subsided a bit I looked back through the slat to see my uncle
jacking his large cock with his big, meaty hand and my dad looking up at
him with his mouth open. After a minute more Uncle Gary exploded rope after
rope of thick, white cum all over Dad's face and in his mouth. Dad's tongue
was working overtime trying to catch each spurt and clean it off his lips
and chin.

Uncle Gary fell back against the mower in exhaustion while Dad lustily
started cleaning Uncle Gary's cum dripped hand and then he started in
cleaning Uncle Gary's still firm, dripping cock. Dad was moaning in lust
and started shaking. I surmised he must have busted his own nut inside his
pants.

"Fucking awesome head, Mark." Uncle Gary said. (I have my dad's
name). "It's been too long since we did that." Dad was moaning his
agreement while still licking and lapping around Uncle Gary's tool and he
started moving to his nuts to clean what cum and spittle had run there.

After a minute or so more, Dad began to come down off his cum-eating
high. "Shit Gary, I haven't had a cock to suck in a long time. You have to
come by more often." Dad said standing and adjusting his wet crotch.

"I come every chance I get man. No one sucks my cock like you." Uncle Gary
replied. "You know, you should come out on the road with me sometime. I can
introduce you to the rest of the crew. I think they would certainly like to
meet you."

"You think? I could probably take a week off from the hardware store. I got
a new assistant manager that I think could cover me for a week."

"Yeah? New assistant manager huh? You suck his cock too?" Uncle Gary said
playfully. It was obvious these two men were very comfortable and familiar
with each other.

"No. I would love to though. I watch him through the peep hole in the
shitter; you know it shares a wall with my office, so I know he's packing a
nice cock. I just haven't had the nerve to approach him. He's married, got
a few kids and just got out of the Marine Corps. He's just coming back from
a tour in the war." Dad provided as Uncle Gary pulled his pants up and they
each began to straighten themselves out. I sprinted for the back door,
hoping they wouldn't see me.

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