The next day, Mike got a bit cold towards me. He was still nice and funny, but kept his distance. No more inappropriate jokes, no more whispering in my ears, no more lewd looks. This is the right way, I kept telling myself. But somehow it didn't feel right. He truly acted like nothing had happened. Like we hadn't jerked off together the night before. Like he hadn't gotten off to the sound of me wanking. Between us, everything seemed right, but everything felt wrong.
Maybe I stepped over the line. I shouldn't have used the Mom card. Fuck, I fucked up everything. But it should be the right way. He's my uncle, for God's sake.
A whole week passed. A whole week of us having a normal uncle-nephew relationship. He was nothing more than my uncle, and I was nothing more than his nephew. He didn't jerk off at night anymore. Although I tried doing it with him the first two nights, he didn't join in. Not a single sound from him, not a single movement. He just stayed still and silent and waited it out. He started not only closing but locking the bathroom door, too. He paid attention not to touch me, even unintentionally. One time he accidentally brushed his hand against my arm and apologized for it. I felt devastated. I may have won the battle, but lost the war completely. That was not my intention at all. All I wanted was to gain back a fraction of power. I wanted to be on top. I wanted to control. And I ended up losing everything.
I couldn't wait for the weekend. This week, Mom worked from home and kept a close eye on Mike, leaving me no opportunity to talk to him about what happened. But on the weekend, it was my parents' anniversary. They always went for a trip, so I knew it was the perfect time to really get to the bottom of things with Uncle. Mom told me they were leaving Saturday early in the morning and wouldn't be back until Sunday evening.
Although on Saturday, I woke up alone. Mike wasn't in his bed. There was a message on my phone from Dad: "Morning son! I took Mike to his ADA meeting. Can you pick him up at 5? You can take your Mom's car. Here's the location. And be nice to him. See you on Sunday."
I stared at the screen. I completely forgot about his ADA meeting. He was on a few calls with his mentor every other day, but I forgot they had this whole ritual starting from the morning. Once at dinner, Mom asked Uncle Mike about his mentor and meetings. He told us it wasn't just a simple meeting. They had a day full of programs. Mike met up with his mentor and a few other mentees to give back to the community. The city paid for the meetings, invited doctors and other experts, even people who had finished the program and been sober for 10 years. So it was a way to pay back the city and show their gratitude. They usually started with cleaning up the local parks and busier streets. They visited the local shelters, both for humans and animals. They helped out in any way they could. At three o'clock, the meeting started, and didn't finish until five.
I didn't do anything all day besides thinking about what I should say to him when we got home. Part of me wanted to forget about the first two days and act like nothing happened, exactly like Uncle Mike did. But sadly, a bigger part of me wanted to continue what we started. The tension between us was undeniable. I knew he felt it, too. I didn't stop myself from the lewd looks I gave him or the witty comments that always had a second, filthy meaning. Although he never participated, I could still catch a glimpse of horniness flash across his face.
I arrived five minutes early to pick him up. I was shaking from the excitement and anxiety tonight held. But as I waited, both started to fade. I had been in the parking lot for 15 minutes now. Everyone seemed to have already left; only one other car remained beside mine. Maybe he isn't even here? I thought. There was only one way to find out. I got out of the car and made my way inside the building. I found myself in a big hall with two other men putting everything away. One of them was Uncle Mike, but the other one I didn't recognize.
"Hey, Uncle!"
"Yo, Kevin! What are you doing here?" Uncle said with a surprised look on his face.
"Oh, sorry for coming in, but I thought you already left. I came to pick you up. I was just checking in to make sure."
"Really? You were waiting for me? Sorry, kid, I didn't know." He looked confused, but turned to the other guy. "Well, David, looks like I have a ride after all."
They both walked toward me while I stood there awkwardly. I didn't know what was happening. Dad didn't tell him I was picking him up? Weird.
"David, this is my Kevin, my nephew. Kevin, this is David, my mentor," Uncle introduced us.
David offered his hand for a shake with a big, warm smile. He looked about the same height as Uncle, maybe an inch shorter, and if Uncle hadn't mentioned his age before, I would easily have said he was in his thirties, but he was about the same age as Uncle. You could tell David was a frequent gym goer. He was jacked, much leaner than Uncle, and had a few tattoos, too. He had this hot bad boy look but gave off golden retriever vibes. His muscles looked prominent through the T-shirt he was wearing. His jaw was sharp as a razor. He could have been a model if he wanted to. He had to know he looked hot.
I shook his hand. It was warm and gentle, just like his voice. It reminded me of a campfire: warm, gentle, soft, with a bit of edge that quietly asserted power and security. I felt completely safe in his presence.
"Hello, Kevin! Nice to finally meet you. Mike told me so much about you, it feels like I already know you."
I didn't know who was more surprised, me or Mike.
"Oh, really?" I looked over at Mike. "He likes me that much?" I giggled a bit.
"No, it's nothing like that. I just told him we share a room," Mike said with a low voice.
"Oh, come on, big boy, don't get all shy now. Everyone in this group knows Kevin by now," David said to Mike, then turned to me. "Really, he doesn't talk about anything except you. You made a big impact on him. He looks like a completely different person since he moved into your room. Full of energy and positivity. I swear he looks much younger, too. Brings back the old days in the Navy."
"Alright, alright, that's enough now, David. Don't get too enthusiastic over nothing," Uncle said, but now he was smiling, too.
"No, Mike, really. It's awesome how much you changed over a week. You look happy and ambitious. I'm proud of you, big boy. Keep it up," David said. I swear I could catch a tiny tear in his eyes, too. I didn't know Uncle in his dark years and never really thought about it. I always knew him as the funny, always-smiling kind of uncle. Maybe not everyone got to experience this side of him.
"Thank you, David, really. It means a lot," Uncle said and gave David a hug, then turned to me. "I'll clean up here quickly and meet you at the car. Sorry for the wait, kiddo."
"Oh, no, he was waiting for you enough. I can clean up here alone. You just go home with Kevin," David said.
"Are you sure you can finish alone?"
"Yeah, man, of course. Besides, I'm not alone. I have these." David pulled up his sleeves and flexed his biceps with a bright, proud smile on his face.
"Alright, alright, you can put those guns away. There's no ladies here," Uncle laughed. "Well, we should get going then. Thanks for today. See you next Saturday, man!"
We all shook hands, and for the first time since last week, Mike not only touched me but put his arm across my shoulders and led the way out with a big smile. On the road home, we listened to old music with the windows down and felt the nice, cool breeze on our skin. Everything felt nice again. There wasn't that invisible barrier between us like there had been.
"Uncle, I have to ask. David mentioned earlier that you knew each other in the Navy...?"
"Oh, yes. We met when we were cadets. After high school, I signed up to be a soldier, and after training, I served a year in the Navy. All throughout my military years, he was beside me, and we remained good friends. When I went the bad route, he tried to help me several times, never gave up on me. I avoided him eventually out of shame, but when I learned he became an ADA mentor, I hit him up, and he answered in a heartbeat. He's truly a good friend."
At home, I started to make dinner while Uncle went for a shower. I was still in a dilemma about whether I should bring up the thing or not. As I was chopping vegetables, I heard Uncle yelling my name. I made my way upstairs and saw the bathroom door was slightly ajar. He hadn't locked it this time. My mind and heart started racing again. I felt the stir in my pants, too.
"Kevin, are you there? Can you get me a towel, please?"
I got confused. There was a fresh batch of towels in the bathroom. I knew because I had set them up today. I was about to answer that they were right there when I realized. He had asked for it on purpose. My mouth turned into a lustful grin.
"Yes, Uncle, I'll get it for you."
I slowly opened the door with my heart racing. My eyes were on my feet and deliberately made their way up. First, I saw his bare feet. They were facing toward me. That meant only one thing, which made my heart beat even faster. I saw his shins, knees, followed by his big, hairy thighs. And there it was: the jewel of the man. A big, uncut, heavy-looking, veiny shaft that rested on a hairy, low-hanging sack of balls. Perfectly framed by the dark patch of hair above the manhood of my dreams. It was truly beautiful. It radiated power, masculinity, and dominance. My knees felt weak. I wanted to drop to my knees right then and there and worship that masterpiece of a dick like a god. I wanted to taste it so bad. What did manliness taste like? My mouth started to water. My palms started to itch.
Uncle's deep voice snapped me out of my trance. "Kevin, the towels?"
I immediately looked up and met his proud grin and dark eyes. "Yes, the towels," I responded with a shaky voice. My gaze went down again. His arms were crossed against his chest, every muscle flexed. What a perfect male body. It made you want to worship it, like an urge to obey.
I don't know where I gathered the strength, but my legs moved and went straight for the batch of towels. I took one and brought it to him. I got very close, but my eyes were still fixed on his heavy tool. My mouth dried up. I could smell the soap and feel the heat radiating from him. He was so close. It was so close. Only a few inches and it would touch me. Please, I wanted to feel it so bad.
"Thank you, Kevin. You're such a good boy. Always eager to fulfill my wishes," Uncle said with a deep tone, smirking.
I almost gave in, but that pulled me right back. No, Uncle, it's you who should fulfill MY wishes, I thought to myself. I forcefully pulled my eyes away from his dick and looked straight into his eyes.
"Dinner is ready in 20 minutes. Be down," I said, trying to sound steady. We had a long staring contest. I wasn't going to be the one to lose. Uncle took the towel but dropped it accidentally.
"Oh, shoot! Can you pick it up, please? You know I'm old. My back hurts," Uncle said with an innocent face.
Alright, Uncle, two can play this game.
Without answering, I got on my knees without breaking eye contact. His dick was right in front of my face. I took a deep breath, trying to inhale every essence of his meat. I looked at it just for a second and turned my innocent-looking eyes back to his now-squinting eyes. I let out my warm breath very slowly, teasing his dick. He closed his eyes and let out a deep moan. I could see from my view that his heavy dick started to chub up. I put my hands on his thighs and grabbed them a little to help myself stand up. A completely normal, innocent act. I put the towel on his shoulder.
"Good soldiers follow orders," I said. I stepped back and drew myself up. There was a sheen of confusion on his face.
"ATTENTION!" I yelled. The confusion on Mike's face disappeared and was replaced by a lewd grin.
"DIDN'T YOU HEAR, SOLDIER? I SAID ATTENTION!" I yelled again with more power.
"SIR, YES, SIR!" came the answer. He stood at attention with his right hand touching his head. Every muscle flexed except one. The most important muscle.
"ATTENTION FOR THE BOTH OF YOU!" I pointed at his penis.
"SIR, YES, SIR!" Uncle yelled back, trying to hold a straight face. Within seconds, his veiny cock was at full erection, curved up a little, looking hard and heavy, thick and demanding.
"Hope you have your military clothes, soldier. You have 15 minutes to look sharp."
"SIR, YES, SIR!"
I turned around and went downstairs without looking back, which was hard. The view of him, a big, hairy man obeying my orders like a good soldier, made me extremely hard. I only noticed the big wet spot on my pants when I got to the kitchen. He had made me drool through my pants. My cock was throbbing against the fabric, desperate for release, but I forced myself to wait. The anticipation would make tonight so much sweeter.
After exactly 15 minutes, Uncle Mike stood straight in the entrance of the dining room. He had clean-shaven, only leaving his mustache. He was wearing a green T-shirt with camouflage trousers and clean black boots. His T-shirt was tucked in, accentuating his muscular form. It was tight around the chest and arms. On his strong neck, the silver dog tag sparked in the LED lights. He looked absolutely stunning. Peak male specimen. He looked like everything a man should look like. Big, muscular, hairy, powerful, dominant, and assertive. I got instantly turned on, which must have shown on my face, because he smirked with confidence.
The table was nicely set. Two plates of food lay on it, facing each other. One was bigger than the other. I pointed toward the bigger one.
"That's yours, soldier. You need more food for your training. Have a seat and dig in."
"SIR, YES, SIR!"
His movements were strong, sharp, and robotic. A perfect soldier. I had to use all my willpower not to jump him over the table and eat him alive. My pants felt extremely tight. It felt like my dick would burst open at any minute. I watched him eat, the way his throat moved when he swallowed, the way his biceps flexed with each movement of his fork. The power dynamic had shifted, and we both knew it. He was mine tonight.
After dinner, I told him he had 15 minutes of free time, but after that, he needed to train. He went to the garage, where he had set up a small gym, and started his workout. I sat nearby with my sketchbook and pencils and drew how his muscles moved. It would be useful for me, and I could also feast my eyes on my shirtless Uncle flexing, sweat beginning to glisten on his hairy chest, his nipples hard from the exertion. When he was dripping with sweat and breathing heavily, near the point of exhaustion, that was when I decided the training was finished.
"ATTENTION!"
"SIR, YES, SIR!"
"THE TRAINING IS OVER. PUT EVERYTHING AWAY AND HIT THE SHOWER!"
"SIR, YES, SIR!"
I was waiting for him in the bathroom, sitting on a stool. Without acknowledging my presence, he started to undress.
"Slowly," I stated.
He froze for a second, but continued more deliberately, with a smirk. He turned around to slowly pull his pants down. There was a khaki green pair of boxers underneath. He got up and pulled down the boxers even slower. The perfectly round, fat, hairy globes emerged. I wanted to touch them so bad, to give them a nice, firm grab, to spread them and see what was hidden between. As he bent down more and more, his juicy pink hole appeared from the protection of dark hair. It looked warm, tight, and inviting, winking at me as he moved. I bit my lip. My hand was on my bulge, caressing myself through the fabric. It was a lot to handle. My mouth watered at the sight of his most private place, so vulnerable yet so powerful.
Mike stood back up, turned around, and gave me a wink with a smug smirk. He went inside the shower and opened the water. He let the water embrace his body, running down his chest, through the trail of hair leading to his groin. He took the soap and started caressing his body slowly, lathering it up. The white foam looked sexy on his tanned skin, highlighting every contour of his muscles. I was wishing it was me who was doing this to him, my hands sliding over his wet skin, my fingers tracing his big pecs, wrapping around his thick shaft. But not now. It was too early for that. The buildup was half the pleasure.
Mike leaned against the tiles and let the water clean off the foam. He looked straight into my eyes when he started cleaning his dick. He put the soap against his cock and stroked it slowly, never breaking eye contact, his hips slightly thrusting into his own hand. The sight of his soapy fist pumping his rigid length, the head peeking out from the foreskin with each upward stroke, made my own cock leak precum into my boxers.
It was my turn to stand up. I pulled my pants halfway down. Mike's eyes were fixated on my crotch. He opened his mouth slightly, waiting for me to continue, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. I pulled off my T-shirt and put my fingers in the seam of my boxers. I looked at his face, analyzing every little muscle movement. When I pulled down my boxers, Mike's eyes lit up with excitement, and he licked his lips at the same time. His gaze devoured my raging cock, standing straight up, aching for attention. I let him stare at it for a few seconds. A drop of precum drooled down, leaving a long, glistening string. I caught it with my finger and held it up to my mouth. I gave a smirk to my lustful uncle. He was glued to the glass wall of the shower at this point, eagerly jerking his dick in frantic, desperate strokes, like a dog in heat, his chest heaving, his eyes wild with need.
I put the big glob of precum in my mouth and sucked off my finger, moaning around it, letting him hear how much I enjoyed the taste of my own arousal. I heard a big, deep groan from the shower, and Uncle was shooting load after load onto the glass, thick ropes of cum splattering against the surface, his head tilted back, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure, his whole body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. The shower fogged up, giving the glass an opaque, milky look, obscuring the view of his spent, trembling body.
That was my cue to leave. I put my hard dick back into my boxers, the fabric sticking to my wet tip, and left the bathroom, my heart pounding, my balls heavy and full. I knew what the evening held for us, and the thought made my ass clench with anticipation. Tonight, I would have him completely.
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