Sparks Trucking Company

This is based on a true story. Some details are factual, however….from a fifteen year old boy, my memories may be the most important facts that shaped my sexuality the remainder of my adult life.

The summer of my fifteen year my parents were involved in a terrible car accident. My only living family close by was my uncle Junior. My parents had several surgeries and required extended stay at a rehabilitation hospital. My uncle immediately stepped up and took charge. He came to my house and packed my belongings and loaded my dirt bike.

Uncle Junior owned a trucking company. He had four dump trucks for hauling gravel, moving dirt, etc… My parents never really talked about money, his business, etc…my aunt Sue died of cancer a few years back and from that point on uncle Junior never dated, talked about women or went on dates.

The first couple of days he left me a list of chores he wanted me to do. Clean up after meals, wash dishes, laundry and every third day he wanted fresh sheets on his bed. I discovered my uncle slept in the raw and honestly around the house he wore boxers and tshirts. My uncle was a stud. 6’4”, about 275 pounds and arms and legs as thick as tree trunks. He was very loving, always hugging, kissing my forehead when he checked on me at night Before he went to bed. One particular evening a storm popped up and I hated to admit it but I was scared to death of storms. As a kid a storm uprooted a tree in our yard and it fell through my bedroom ceiling. I tried to be brave that night but I was crying, hugging my pillow and was scared like a rabbit. I finally bounced out of bed and ran down the hall to his bedroom. I didn’t even knock…I busted through his door as he was taking off his clothes I ran up to him and wrapped my body around his thick trunk. He picked me up like I was a rag doll. He rubbed my back and soothe my trembling boy body. I was shaking like a leaf. Oh god, he was so strong.…it felt good to be in his arms. His chest and nipples were thick. As I cried my tears matted his chest hair but he held me in a safe, secure way. As we got into bed he was so tender. Held me….fuck, my cock started to grow. It pressed into his leg but he rubbed my lower back and traced his hand over my ass. My tight briefs felt like they were going to melt off my body from his warm touch. He didn’t say a word but just kissed my shoulder, my neck and eventually found my mouth. I willingly opened to receive his tongue. My cock was throbbing. He moved lower in the bed and in one swift motion he swallowed my dick. Holy hell…I shot my load instantly. He chuckled and said he was hoping I would feed him. I didn’t understand exactly what was happening but I loved it. Uncle Junior placed my hand on his enormous cock and guided my fingers to stroke him. Shit, he was so thick my hand would fit around his pecker. He pulled me on top of him and my ass rubbed against his tool. He didn’t enter me but I continued to straddle his beautiful body. As I rubbed his dick he kissed my neck….gave me loving words of encouragement and his breathing was heavy as he shot his cum up over my ass. God, it felt like time stood still. It was still storming. I hadn’t even realized the power had flicked and we lost electricity. He went to the closet and got a flashlight. He guided me to the bathroom and we took a shower. He washed my body, soaped up my balls and stroked my cock. Within in minutes I shot my load ….this time over his growing cock. Uncle Junior turned around and had me wash his ass, his back and he sat in the bottom of the tub and directed me to wash his hair. He had rich, black beautiful hair…natural curls. After we finished in the shower we returned to his bed. He placed me on my back and put a pillow under my ass. He started using his tongue as if he was licking an ice cream cone. I would have never imagined a tongue teasing my hole. I moaned, wiggled, rode his face and he tongue fucked my ass. Within minutes I shot my third load of the evening.

Eventually he rolled behind me and we fell asleep. He woke up with morning wood resting against my ass. I scooted down the bed and started kissing the head of his phenomenal cock. He enjoyed my attention and when he placed his hands one my head he rubbed his cock all over my lips. Uncle Junior fucked my face and in a stern voice told me ….swallow, don’t you dare spill a drop. His cum was thick and it tasted so good. He pulled me up on his chest and kissed me deep. His tongue explored my mouth and he moaned in my mouth as he tasted his cum.

I got out of bed, made his coffee….prepared our breakfast. I had white jockey underwear on. He stood in the kitchen door and snapped his fingers. I looked up. He spoke in a low voice and told me…..from this point on I want you naked in our home. I acknowledge his request with a verbal response….yes sir.

From this point on we were always naked once we got home. We took off our clothes as soon as he closed the garage door. Many afternoons we rode our trail bikes in the woods around his house. Eventually one afternoon we rode our trail bikes naked. What a freeing experience. Every Sunday afternoon we visited my parents. We talked about my dad’s favorite sports teams. Uncle Junior asked them to take me to Atlanta to a Braves baseball game for a weekend trip. My parents were pleased I liked staying with Uncle Junior. My dad tried to write him a check for food, the tickets for the ballgame, etc….Uncle Junior told them I was doing chores and helping him around the house. However, my parents didn’t know I was performing these task completely naked.

On Tuesday and Thursday afternoons I would go to Uncle Juniors work place. I stuffed envelopes and did task in his office. One day I surprised uncle Junior and when he went to his desk I was naked under there waiting on him. I sat folded on my ass and sucked his fat dick while he was on the phone taking a job for the next week. I Sucked him dry. He walked over to the door…locked it and pulled me out from under his desk. His tongue always drives me crazy when he’s rimming my hole. I beg him to fuck me on top his desk. He sucks my nuts and shakes his head no while my balls are in his mouth.

My parents stayed at the rehab center for a good six months. For school purposes and other issues my parents signed over temporary guardianship to uncle Junior. I was washing dished one night after dinner and opened him a beer. I took a swig of his beer. He grabbed my wrist and placed me over his lap. He swatted my ass three hard licks. I had never experienced him being aggressive or angry. He didn’t mix words….he point blank stated the fact….you will obey my rules . I teared up and he hugged me….I told him he had never said I couldn’t drink his beer. He reassured me that we had to follow rules . As long as he was my guardian he couldn’t risk any questions that might end up me being taken away from him. Fuck, it never entered my mind.

That night in bed he rubbed lotion on my ass and was loving in his touch. I stayed with uncle Junior for over a year. My mom eventually moved to Virginia to recover her strength staying with her sister. Sadly, my dad developed pneumonia and passed away a year later. After a long debate with my mom and uncle Junior they agreed that I would remain with my uncle. All in all I had the best of everything.

When we went to ballgames he loved me sucking his cock while he was driving. I lived with my uncle…my lover for years. I went to a local college and got my degree in accounting. I ran the office of his trucking company. Throughout the years we invited a third to play with us. Uncle Junior let me find this guy, he was a mechanic at a local body shop I met when I took my dads pickup to get it back in running condition. Randy was a lot of fun. He was a great cocksucker. However, uncle Junior had one rule….Randy would not fuck me. Randy eventually left his job and came to work with us as a mechanic for our trucking company.

Uncle Junior loved me. He took care of everything. We lived together for over twenty years. One weekend when we visited my mom in Virginia she hugged uncle Junior and thanked him for raising me, putting me through school and for loving me. We never said a word. Somethings don’t need to be spoken.

After Junior got up in years we sold the business. We moved to the outer banks of North Carolina. We enjoy our fishing….of course he bought the best boat available since we lived on the water. Funny thing….there are lots of storms throughout the year at the beach. But Junior’s arms and hugs helped me over come my fear of storms. Our life was pretty damn good.