A history of my early sex discoveries

Gregg was my Dads wingman and best buddy since flight school.  That meant he spent a lot of time at our house when they weren't doing missions.  He was a glorious Ginger; dark red hair, fairly dark complexion and wicked green eyes.  Nice bod and a nice package between his legs.  Never married, he asked why eat only one dish the rest of your life when the world is full of great new dishes to indulge in.  

He was great as "uncle Gregg" when I was little but that changed as I got older.  Our hugs became fewer because we both felt a strange new element entering in.  A tingle when our bodies touched, a stir in my Jockeys, and an urge to dry fuck him sort of took him out of the huggy uncle category.  I also became aware that while I was slyly studying him, he was slyly studying me back.  I was also having LOTS of wet dreams about him.  Dreams I woke up from with a sticky shot of jizz on my pubes and on the sheets.  I was very hot to trot with my uncle Gregg.

Mom and Dad and Gregg loved to go out and party and then come home for a night cap before staggering off to bed.  Gregg had his own blanket and pillow for crashing on the couch.  I was already asleep one night when I heard them come in laughing and talking and then I drifted right back to sleep.  

A couple hours later a got up to piss and then really wanted a glass of orange juice.  I had to go through the living room to get to the kitchen and there was the essence of my wet dreams splayed out on the couch on his back with one leg and one arm hanging over the side.  Mom always left a lamp on low in the room and it cast a golden glow over him.  He was beautiful and vulnerable looking and there was a long fat golden shaft standing at full attention through the fly of his  AF issue white boxers.  

My own shaft came to attention as I stared at this spread of beauty and bounty before me.  In a second I was on my knees grasping his pole in one hand and my own in the other.  I slid my mouth down and down till I felt his pubes tickling my nose.  I inhaled that warm mix of sweat and body yeast and then slid back up to the fat head which I swirled and stroked with my tongue before sinking back down again.  

He may have been having a wet dream because he was already near blast off and it only took a couple more sucks and tongue laps to feel that final moment before ejaculation.  The hard dick gets even harder and you can feel the twitch of the muscles bunching up to blast that first of several gushes of warm silky sweet cum that fill up your mouth and in my case dribble out onto my chin.  

Then the spurts slow and then stop and that gorgeous piece of man meat very slowly softens and finally slips out of your loving mouth.   I wiped the cum off my chin then sucked it off my finger.  Then I realized I had shot my own load all over the front of the couch and onto the carpet as well as smeared it all over my fist.  So I licked off my hand and got up to get something to wipe the cum off the couch and carpet.

"So, do you usually wait till a guy is practically comatose before you come along and blow him?"  Gregg asked, awake and grinning.

"Oh, shit" I was surprised and embarrassed but no way contrite.  "If I find a treasure chest, you think I'm not going to open it?"

"So you think my dick is a treasure chest for you to open and enjoy?"

"It's a treasure I've been wanting to enjoy for a while now."

"Well now you've opened the chest and now I can show you a lot of different treasures for you to enjoy."

He stood up, gave me a deep kiss, and headed for the john.  My head was spinning at all the possibilities ahead but then reality set in and I dropped to my knees to wipe cum off the couch and carpet.