Dad and I carried the folding bed and some new bedding to my room from the car. He helped me set it up and get the sheets on. I was a bit anxious since it was going to be my first time sharing a room with someone else; I was an only child. I’d had some sleepovers when I was a kid, but this felt a bit weird. I used to sleep over at my cousins' place a lot, and now my uncle was going to sleep in my room. Still, it was fine, I was the one who offered up the extra space. Dad had wanted him to sleep on the couch, but I tried that once and promised myself never again. It was pure torture; I couldn’t straighten my back for weeks. Besides, it was just a temporary thing, he was only staying a week or two.
Also, my uncle was a cool guy. I remembered how much fun I used to have whenever we visited them. He always took my cousins and me hiking, showed us cool places, and drove us around town in his nice car with the music blasting. He used to own a big garage where he fixed cars, and it had some really good hiding spots; I loved to play hide-and-seek with my cousins there.
I hadn’t seen them in a long time, though. My uncle had gotten into some shady business. One thing led to another, and my dad eventually said it was too dangerous for me to visit. Occasionally my cousins slept over at our house, but they stopped visiting too. Once they got old enough, they moved out and started new lives. My aunt was fed up with my uncle’s antics, and as soon as the kids moved away, she sent him packing.
That was how Dad and I ended up making a bed for him. Dad said the only reason he was welcome here was because he had just completed a three-month rehab program. He was actively going to Anonymous meetings and genuinely wanted to be a better person for his kids.
The doorbell rang, and there he was: my uncle.
He had changed a lot since the last time I’d seen him. He was in his late forties now, but he had kept his shape well. He had broad shoulders, strong arms, and thick thighs. His dark hair and stubble were flecked with gray. It was quite hot today, so he was only wearing a black tank top and jean shorts. It was a pretty admirable view, I had to admit. He had always carried this manly aura around him, and it clearly hadn’t faded.
"Is that you, Kevin?" he asked. "Wow, when did you become a man? I wouldn’t have recognized you if it weren’t for your eyes."
"Hey, Uncle! Yes, it’s been a minute."
He embraced me in a big, warm hug. His scent hit me instantly, strong and masculine. First, his woody cologne hit my nose, followed by the faint odor of sweat. The mix of the two hit just the right spot, and my body responded instinctively. Feeling myself start to bone up, I tried to pull away from the hug, but he only pulled me closer. I felt completely embarrassed; there was no way he didn't feel my erection pressing against him. When he finally released me from the bear hug, I tried my best not to look guilty and act as if everything were normal, but he looked straight into my eyes with a knowing grin.
Dad, acting as my unexpected hero, stepped in to pick up the big bag my uncle had brought and handed it to me.
"Take this to your room, then come back down for dinner. Your Uncle Mike must be hungry. Let’s eat!"
I grabbed the bag faster than lightning and hurried away to my room. Once the door closed, I let out a massive sigh and looked down. I hadn’t dared to look at it until now, but just as I thought, it was prominent enough that the bulge in my pants was easily noticeable. I shook my head, told myself it was completely normal, and went down for dinner.
We had a lovely chat. Even my mom eased up a bit after she realized Mike really had changed for the better. After dinner, I showed my uncle to our room.
"Sorry for crashing in your room, kiddo. Must be an inconvenience," he said.
"No, of course not. I offered. I have plenty of space for two people."
"Yeah, but I was your age once. I know how it is. Having your uncle pussyblocking you must suck. I can sleep on the couch."
"Oh, come on, Unc! Having you here is a blast. Look around! There’s your bed. Dad and I set it up just for you."
"Oh, it's really nice! It looks just like the room your dad and I used to share. Brings back so many memories." He brushed his fingers across my vintage record player. "I didn’t know you were into this stuff. My kids would call it old garbage."
"Yeah, well, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. I bought it at a garage sale from an old man. He had some amazing vinyl records too, which he gave me for free. I felt like the luckiest guy on earth."
"You sure are, young man. You sure are."
"You can put something on if you want," I offered. "My parents' room is at the other end of the house, so unless you turn it up to max volume, they won’t hear a thing."
"Oh, that’s good to know. I bet you make the most of it," he said, winking at me.
"Yeah, music helps with studying, so there’s always something playing."
"I meant when you bring home girls. Bet it’s nice when you don’t have to hold back. I remember how bad it was trying to sneak a girl in when Pops was sleeping right next door. Your dad and I always made it happen, though, don’t get me wrong."
"My dad would never let me bring a girl back. I never have."
"Hmm. That’s weird coming from your dad. I guess he changed a lot too, then. He was a real magnet back then. Bringing home girls right and left."
"My dad? I don’t believe it! He never talks about that stuff."
"Well, I suppose I shouldn’t either," he laughed. "I'm going to take a shower. I must reek, I’m sorry."
And with that, he left the room.
I had never thought about my dad's teenage years before. I guess it wasn't something a kid usually thought about, but now I was curious. I knew what Mike had been like because Dad told me plenty of stories, but he never spoke about his own experiences.
That was when I heard the water hitting the bathroom tiles. A guy full of hormones couldn’t help but wonder what his uncle looked like without clothes on. It wasn't weird, was it? It was just for comparison's sake. I had started hitting the gym, and my uncle had some serious muscle. It had to feel nice to have such a massive build; I bet no one would dare mess with me if I looked like that. Plus, it would be useful to look at real muscles to better my anatomy knowledge for art school.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I peeked out of the room. Looking around to make sure the coast was clear, I noticed the bathroom door was cracked open ajar. There it was, my chance. But should I really do it? It was my uncle. It was wrong.
Still, I peeked in.
He was standing with his back to me, which meant he wouldn't catch me. The first thing I saw was his muscular, hairy ass. It was large, nice, and round. It was bigger than Jessica’s ass, the girl I’m seeing. The water flowed over it, as if even the droplets didn't dare touch him for fear of evaporating from the heat. A few brave drops slowly ran down his skin, guided by the dark hair straight into the crack. I wondered how that felt. I bet it was warm.
My dick instantly sprung to life. Why was this turning me on? It was a man’s body. My uncle's body, at that. Okay, Kevin, focus, I told myself. You’re here to look at his muscles for art school.
I finally looked up to inspect his back. It was broad, tapering into a solid V-shape. Though he wasn’t shredded, I could easily recognize the muscle groups I had learned about in class. Seeing it in real life was on a whole different level than looking at a textbook. I wished I had my phone on me to take some reference pictures, though having naked photos of your uncle on your phone was beyond weird, wasn't it?
My gaze slid back down. He was lathering himself up with soap. The white foam against his thick, hairy ass looked incredibly hot. The way he caressed himself with his hands made me wish it were me. Fuck it. I didn’t care if it was wrong or not; it was hot. My hand slipped to my bulge, fondling myself through my pants. Please bend down, Uncle. Please.
"KEVIN! CAN YOU COME DOWN FOR A SEC?!" Dad yelled from downstairs.
I jumped, terrified. What the fuck!? I slid right back into my room and yelled back, "I'm coming!"
I hoped my uncle hadn't caught me; I saw him start to turn around just as I ducked away. Tucking my hard dick away for the second time that day, I made my way downstairs.
Dad and Mom wanted a quick chat. Both of them had to go to work early in the morning, but they handed me the keys to my mom's car. I was tasked with taking Uncle Mike to buy some essentials, and they gave me a list of groceries to pick up. Mom also pulled me aside to tell me to keep my eyes open and never lose sight of him. She didn’t trust him yet. I promised her I would report anything suspicious.
When I returned to the bedroom, my uncle was already waiting. He was standing right next to his bed with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I stood there, mesmerized. My eyes locked onto his broad, hairy chest.
"Damn, that’s huge!" I blurted out accidentally.
"Okay, kiddo, no need to make fun of my gut. Not everyone’s in their twenties anymore."
"I... what? No. I meant your chest. Your pecs are huge."
That was when I actually looked at his stomach. It was perfectly fine. He didn't have a six-pack, and there was a bit of softness to it, but no one would call it a big belly.
"You have a real dad bod, Unc. Girls go crazy for it these days. I can only hope to look like that one day."
Uncle looked confused and muttered something under his breath. I didn’t catch what he said because my eyes had already wandered lower. I could easily spot the clear outline of his penis beneath the fabric. It was the largest one I’d ever seen. Not that I had seen many, but you involuntarily catch glimpses of bulges in the gym locker rooms. All I could think about was what it looked like naked. It was thick, slightly curved, and definitely uncut, just like me. The way the towel strained against it made it look like a beast trapped in a cage, begging to be released.
"So? Show me!"
I snapped out of it. Show what? Was I thinking out loud? Or did he say something I missed?
"Earth to Kevin! Hello?! Where should I put my clothes?"
"Oh, sorry. Yes, your clothes. Um... I made some space in my drawers for your underwear and socks, and there should be free hangers in the closet for the rest."
"Okay, thanks, Kevin," he said with a grin.
I desperately needed a cold shower. I didn’t know what was happening to me; I had never wanted to see a penis so badly in my life. The only time I had ever thought about the male form was during life drawing classes. I had never felt actual lust for men, and now here I was, undeniably getting the hots for my own uncle. What the fuck is happening?!
I let the cold water hit my body, trying to wash away the taboo thoughts. After freshening up, I put on a pair of boxers and slipped back into the bedroom. It was pitch black; my uncle must have turned off the lights. He was already in bed with his back to me. I whispered a quiet goodnight as I walked past, then climbed into my own bed.
I couldn’t sleep. Images of my uncle’s body flooded my mind, the solid, hairy shape of him. After a while, just as I was finally about to doze off, I heard an unmistakable noise. Every guy knows that rhythmic, friction-filled sound.
But he wouldn’t do that right next to his nephew, would he? There was no way Uncle Mike was beating his meat right now.
My heart started racing at the thought. The sound of my own pulse drummed so loudly in my ears that I couldn't hear anything else. Shh, Kevin, calm down. I needed to relax so I could find out if it was really happening or if my mind was just playing a twisted game on me.
No. There was absolutely no doubt. He really was jerking off. I could hear the rustle of the sheets as his arm stroked up and down, followed by the faint, wet sound of shifting skin. I tried to peer in his direction, but it was too dark to see clearly. I could only make out vague shapes, but something was definitely moving around his waist.
My heart hammered against my ribs, but my hand moved uncontrollably toward my own raging erection. I wrapped my fist around myself, and as I pulled the skin back, a breathy moan accidentally escaped my throat.
I froze. Everything went dead quiet.
Why did he stop? Did he hear me? I was on the verge of panicking when I heard him start up again. But this time, he didn’t hold back. It was as if he had been trying to muffle the noise before, but now, the sound of him jerking off filled the room with crystal clarity.
I picked up the pace, wanking to the exact same rhythm he did. The friction and heavy breathing echoed through the darkness. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. It felt entirely wrong, yet incredibly hot. I had never been turned on like this in my entire life. In my head, I imagined him laying right next to me, his masculine scent filling my nose. I pictured his massive, heavy cock moving up and down, his thick arm occasionally brushing against mine.
I knew he was getting close when his breathing turned into heavy, ragged gasps. And then, with a low, deep moan, he came. The sound of his release triggered my own, and I shot my load right along with him. Exhausted, I fell asleep almost instantly.
When I woke up the next morning, the guilt and embarrassment hit me like a truck. I didn’t dare look toward my uncle's bed. Finally, gathering up enough courage to sit up, I realized the bed was empty.
I walked over to it, searching for any evidence of last night. Maybe it had all just been a vivid dream. But as soon as I lifted the blanket, I spotted a large, wet patch on the sheet. Maybe it was just sweat, or maybe he had spilled some water. I needed to know for sure.
I got down on my knees and took a breath. The musky scent of semen hit my nose instantly. My tongue moved entirely on its own, licking at the damp fabric. It tasted salty and sweet all at once. I found myself wishing there were more of it.
"Kevin! What are you doing?" my uncle's voice boomed from the doorway.
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