Visiting Uncle Bud

My Uncle, Bud Wanker

I got off the bus in downtown Kweer Valley. There were two blocks of shops, restaurants, two bars,one called Stonewall, the other Judy's. I started walking the six blocks to my uncle's cottage. After passing the small business district little homey cottages started appearing.

Without warning someone grabbed and stole my backpack, knocked me down and vanished. 

"Shit!" Got up, dusted myself off and started walking again arriving at 69 Threeway Lane some 20 minutes later. I knocked on the door. In a moment, a shirtless Uncle Bud opened it.

"Jonny!!" Uncle grabbed me and gave me a bear hug. Bud was a tall man with a muscular body. His blond hair had some gray in it. Hadn't seen the man in two years. His chest was impressive with closely shaved golden hair. To me he smelled like autumn.

I told him about the theft, having no clothes or toiletries. "I'll make some inquiries. I'm friends with Dick Edging, he's the Sheriff. Your travel kit is replaceable. Did you lose anything personal?"

"No, my phone and my wallet were in my pockets. Just jeans, socks, shirts, underwear. A book."

"Waist size 30, 30 inseam, I'll bet." He flashed me a smile. Those perfect teeth!

"Damn Uncle you nailed it."

"Shoe size an eight by the looks of your shoes. And stop calling me uncle. My friends call me Pud."

"Pud. Where'd that come from?"

"Pud is slang for dick ... penis."

"Ohhhh. Okay." We just broke out laughing.

The hulky man put his arm around my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek. "Look. Take a long hot shower. Don't put your traveling clothes back on. Wait till I come back from BJ Max. Try to find something in my dresser that might fit. I give you permission to the snoop, open drawers ... yada, yada, yada."

After "Pud" departed the first thing I noticed, two bedrooms, one with a desk, computer, bookshelves and one with a king-sized bed, armoire and a dresser.

In his bedroom. Nightstands flanked the large four poster bed. White quilt. White sheets. A pair of white briefs on the carpet as if Pud just dropped 'em and got into bed. I guessed we would be sharing the bed unless he had a cot hidden somewhere.

In the nightstand drawer I found "Astro-lube" and a strange flashlight. A fleshed colored dildo. A little white box labeled float 'Sundae Trophy'. There was pot inside and a pipe on the nightstand. 

Under some National Geographic's, I found two magazines. Both covers had near naked men posing. I took a big hit from the pipe. I smoke it when friends have it. College students are usually broke.

Opening the top dresser was a small challenge while telling myself, he encouraged me to snoop. No wonder the drawer was hard to open, it was stuffed with every style of men's underwear imaginable. Blue, green, red, striped ... dots, and some rainbows too.

Every color.

Looking at the size tag I learned Uncle's waist was 36. The next drawer filled up with all white underwear. I like white underwear. It's old school but there is something innocent about wearing a pair.

The final drawer had cockring undies, bikinis with a hole in the back. Buried beneath so much kinky fashion I found an old black leather thong, size 34. "Hell," I laughed to the silence, "I can use a clothes pin to make the waistband tighter."

Opening the door to the walk-in closet I immediately saw a poster on the back wall of a naked man masturbating. There was something ... about it. I flipped the Iight on. "Jiminy Crickets!"

A 20 year old Bud "Pud" Wanker whacking the biggest ginormous schlong I'd ever seen, not that I've see many dicks. Couldn't help feel a stir in my nether region.

I came out of the closet and headed for the bathroom which was large and ornate. Marble tops, gold fixtures, the shower was surrounded by glass walls with the shower head affixed to the ceiling. No privacy here. At least four people could fit in there. Another two could sit on the teak bench against the wall. I stripped off looking at myself in the mirror. Not bad kid.

The sprinkling of warm water on my nubile body felt like a summer rain shower. I soaped myself up thinking about all I'd seen in the last half hour. I washed my balls and "pud". Reached around, soaped up my bunghole. Two fingers slide over my hole which quivered at my touch. Soaping up more I pressed my finger into my boyhole ... just a half inch, I felt a prickle of unknown excitement.

My somewhat hard cock bothered me. I used every excuse I could think of to deny any relation between my dick's opinion and the poster of my naked uncle. I said to myself, "you're just excited to be here. The pot made you goofy. The robbery. Just get some jeans on and you'll ... "Yea dum-dum, you don't have clothes yet!" I discarded the idea of putting on pants I wore for the six hours getting here.

In the bedroom I pulled up the thong which fit nicely, tightly. I looked at my bubble butt in the mirror, I'm rocking the jock. In the corner of my eye, I saw it again. I moved to Uncle's side of the bed. I stared at the discarded briefs. I don't know why but picked them up. They were clean. Jockey brand or as my Brit pal calls them, Y-fronts.

... without a thought I put the briefs to my nose, inhaling deeply. There was semi-dried cum on the crotch. Without thinking I licked it up , I don't know why! Oh, God! His hunk funk made my punk junk stiff like a steel band riff.

Suddenly I heard the front open and Uncle Bud calling me from the living room. Panic seized my heart. There was nothing I could do with this raging hard-on. If I went to bathroom, he'd see me. I couldn't stay in his bedroom. I said to myself, "face the music, kiddo!" Sheepishly. I entered the room. There was the smiling Uncle Bud with many bags from BJ Max. I watched him place the bags on the coffee table. I saw him looking at the thong.

"Oh my God that leather thong brings back memories of my vacation in Key West. I was 22. There was this cool leather store and I just had to have that thong. Come look at your new stuff."

"Thank you. How much do I owe you?" I tried to stay away from him, hiding my hard duck.

"Merry Christmas, Happy birthday! ... yada, yada, yada."

"I have money!"

"Look, gimmie a massage when I ask you for one during the month you're here. How 'bout that?" He looked down at my crotch. You're sporting a woody."

"I know. I don't know why. It won't go down." I felt so embarrassed.

"I know why. You're wearing a leather thong. It rubs against your anus, uhh... stimulating your butthole sensually. It's a sensitive area. And a very erotic one. You look good. And never be ashamed of a hard-on."

I breathed a sigh of well known relief.

Uncle flashed me a smile, "you're well-endowed, nephew."

"Uh ... I am?"

To which my Uncle nodded, "runs in the family."

Uncle Bud bought me so many new clothes. Converse gym shoes. Two pairs of jeans, bike shorts, gym shorts, jean shorts, six under shirts, three polo shirts, Three each of tighty-whities, bikini briefs, thongs and one jockstrap. "I didn't know what style of under garments you favored. What do you want to try on first?"

"Bikini briefs. Dad is a hardcore boxer dude. He would never buy me something sexy." I wiggled out of the thong, thankfully the woody was deflating. Pulling up the new bikini I loved the tight feel, and my junk in a lump and the lowrise cut. "I love 'em!!"

"I did some nudes when I was your age, made some bucks. Did you like the poster?

I froze.

My Nephew, Jonny Wanker

Jonny stared at me with a blank expression.

After what seemed like hours of silence my nephew spoke in a small voice. "I liked it."

"Do you drink?"

"I'm a college student."

"Your poison?" I flashed him my best smile.

"Whiskey."

To which I replied nodding, "runs in the family. Straight up?"

"Splash of 7-up, if you got it, Uncle."

"I do. To make you more comfortable trying on your new clothes, nephew, I'm gonna get down to my underwear too." I pulled off my shirt and unzipped my jeans. Dropped 'em. Wearing my lucky three-colored Tommy Hillfucker briefs today. I liked these the best coz they outline my dick and balls perfectly.

"You're just the coolest uncle in the world, aren't you?"

"It's easy when your nephew is an honest, good, loving young man." I grabbed him and gave him one of my famous bear hugs whispering, "I love you, Jon. And I will always be there for you. So whatta ya gonna try on first?"

"The jockstrap. I've never played sports in my life. Dad made me play Pee-Wee baseball once when I was young. At dinner that night he asked me how I liked my first game. Baseball, I said, might as well be boys hitting rocks with a stick and running around in circles." Jonny laughed.

While I made the drinkies, I pondered my brother's decision to send his "gay" son to his "gay" brother. While my brother has no issues with anyone, including his son, being gay, he handled the situation oddly. I would have thought he'd want his son to discover this new side of himself by himself. But no, my brother Walt, a tenured professor at Coxblown U believes he needs to be taught "how" to be gay via lessons, charts, history, theory and practice.

Later when talking to my brother, I asked him point blank, "what do you want me to do with Jonny?"

"I don't know ... teach him how to suck cock, prepare him for the first dick up his boyhole. Fuck him. Teach him gay history. I don't fucking know but I'd rather my son be taught by someone who loves him rather than some slut he meets at a gay bar!!!""

My mouth dropped open over the insensitive behavior of my brother and I considered telling my nephew everything his father had done behind the scenes. . But when the very sexy Jonny modeled his new white ACE jockstrap with glee dancing erotically and shaking his ass in my face. What a hot ass! I decided to keep my mouth shut!

I downed my whiskey and grabbed his package, squeezed it and playfully tickled his butthole. I wanted to plant my large cockus up his virginal hole, right now wanting so much to fuck him ... roughly again and again. 

I whispered to him, "I left a pair of my white briefs on the floor of my bedroom by my bed. Did you notice them? You don't have to answer my question."

Jonny took no time in responding to me, "Without a thought, I put those briefs to my nose and inhaled your scent. I licked your dried spooge in your shorts. Your cum tasted good. Your man fragrance gave me an erection." He paused. "I think I'm gay."

"What do you want to do now?"

"Uncle, you turn ... me on. Is that wrong?"

"No, it isn't!" I grabbed him and lovingly hugged him . And all at once, I realized my brother was not wrong. I wouldn't want some stranger selfishly taking his virginity without the love and care I could provide. I loved Jonny. And yea, I'm homo whore who loves little bottom boys but Jonny was more than just a good fuck.

"Would you like me to make love to you?"

"Yes, Pud. I want you."

I picked the kid up and carried him to my bed laying him down.  I crawled next to him. Lovingly I kissed him while squeezing his hard-on in the jock. His cock was solid steel, pulling it out I jacked him. Our tongues devoured each other. My cock was so hard it could bust without me touching it.

Jonny grabbed my bulge and pulled my cock out of my underwear. 

With some lube I played with his boy hole. I inserted two fingers and stirring them up his tight orifice. He moaned and softly groaned. I teased his virgin hole, in and out, in and out with my fingers twirling around.

Gingerly, the boy licked my cock-head, a sensation that led to me drooling pre-cum into his mouth. He loved it and smiled at me as he tried to swallow a few inches of my big dick.

Jonny was a fine cocksucker as he managed to take two-thirds of my raging hard-on down his gullet. He sucked on it like a baby with a bottle.

"Don't forget my balls, boy."

Enthusiastically he licked my balls and sucked my dick while I added a third finger in his ass. Bucking his asshole to my finger fuck he took my fingers deeper. His hole was very stretchable. The boy whispered to me, that he was ready to take my cock.

When I reached for the lube, he begged me to fuck him without it. Since I had already lubed his ass with three fingers, I agreed. He had one last request that turned me on so much. "When you're ready, will you cum in my mouth, pud?" I nodded.

His lustful words made me want him even more. Never has a bottom been so horny and ready and willing. My cock-head knocked on his hole. With little resistance two inches of my tool sunk into his warm quim. He squirmed and moaned loudly. "You okay?"

"More, I want more of it!" The boy said in a breathy voice. I put three more inches up his welcoming hole which led him groaning with each thrust I made. I increased my pace as it seemed the boy could take a healthy shaft like mine. "Fuck me, pud. I want to feel you inside me. Fuck me harder. I love your cock. Fuck me, Uncle Bud!!"

And I fucked him harder, damn near slamming his virgin hole and as I came closer to my dumping load of man juice all to the tune of his wailing with pleasure, his dirty talk drove me over cliff. I pulled out already spilling my seed. His mouth instantly took my throbbing cock. I pumped a heavy load into my nephew's mouth, on his face and fingers. I kept cumming.

Jonny started sucking my cock now going deeper and deeper all the while jacking his young dick. I dug three fingers into his wet hole. And that sent him over. He began screaming my name as he came. My mouth was on his cock swallowing the boy's tasty young cum down my throat.

Despite our spermy mess, I cuddled with him. We both fell asleep.

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