Uncle Mark

Growing up, I found a sort of attraction to my friend, Andrew’s uncle, Mark. His dark brown hair and brown eyes really got my teenage blood boiling. I’m sure it helped him sell his houses more than one would think. I was around Andrew so much I even ended up calling him Uncle Mark. Many a night I took to myself and envisioned Uncle Mark and myself together. It wasn’t until I was seventeen and at a cookout at Andrew’s parents’ place when I saw Mark with no shirt on in the pool. I literally had to stay away from him visually to keep from popping wood in my own swim shorts! His toned hairy chest and flat stomach seemed to match his now salt-n-pepper beard and hair, adding fuel to my fire.

At Andrew’s eighteenth birthday party, everyone was there including Uncle Mark. Although, this time, I noticed something different about him. Well, not so much about his look, but his action. I noticed him noticing me a lot more as of late. Granted, it’s been a while since I saw him last and I have been through a significant growth spurt: I grew almost two inches taller and had been working out more, getting ready for college and the guys that came with it. Additionally, although Uncle Mark didn’t know, my stomach and chest had sprouted a mass of fine, red-blonde hair. I did wish my hair was darker, like Uncle Mark’s, but I’m happy with what I had. And I was still growing. Seemed like every day I had more hair someplace: legs, arms, chest, stomach, balls…. even my butt was furrier this year than last. And I’ve been told my voice deepened some in the last year. But that’s not something I noticed much.

Whatever the reason, Uncle Mark seemed to spend a lot of time looking at me from across the room. Maybe I noticed because, as an almost nineteen year old, I was constantly looking for something to get my rocks off and I noticed him more than I did before. I find that hard to believe, as I noticed him a lot, but anything’s possible.

“Alan, you’ve grown since I saw you last” Uncle Mark said, making his way towards me through the party goers.

“I guess. Mom said I had a growth spurt” I replied.

“That you did” he said, looking me up and down. I felt like I was on a salad bar. And I enjoyed it. I took this moment to test the waters.

“Yeah and I’ve been working out some” I said, flexing for him. His eyes widened as my saw my biceps, which were a decent size I must admit. But every time I flexed, my dick hardened up. This time was no exception. But Uncle Mark didn’t seem to notice, seeming fascinated with my arms.

“Well, you got some room left for improvement” he replied, flexing his own large, left arm. I felt defeated by also aroused. As he moved his thick and hairy forearm up and down, his bicep rose and fell. My dick mirrored that action in my shorts and I shuffled to prevent an embarrassing moment with Uncle Mark.

“There’s always room for improvement” I relented.

Uncle Mark smiled, looked me up and down again and said “Don’t worry. You’re fine. I’m sure you won’t have any problems in school” as he winked and walked back towards Andrew’s parents. I watched him walk away, taking note of his fine rear – how it held his jeans up so nicely. Andrew punched me, bringing me back to reality.

As the sun set, people started leaving and things started settling down. With just a hand full of us left, I thought it best for me to get home. Andrew and I were out earlier in the day and I was instructed to keep him away while his parents fixed up this surprise party for him. Because of that, I was without my car. When I approached Andrew to take me home, he was too busy with the girl whose dad was Andrew’s dad’s coworker, to take me home. Uncle Mark heard our discussion.

“I can take you home, Alan” he said. “It’s about time for me to head out anyway.” I looked back to Andrew and he didn’t even noticed – lost in this girl’s eyes. I got it though, feeling the same way about Uncle Mark. 

“Deal” I told him, anxious and excited to be alone with Uncle Mark for the first time.

We loaded up and he punched in my address in his GPS. Twenty five minutes, it showed. We headed off.

“So, you excited about going off to school?” he asked. I rearranged my shorts in the dark car to hide my erection, but it was pointing down the inside of my right leg, so it wasn’t easy to hide it away.

“Yeah. And nervous” I replied.

“Sure sure” he said. “Just don’t worry too much. Stay out of a lot of trouble and have fun. Just don’t squander it all away like some guys do.” I nodded.

We drove in silence for a few minutes then he said he needed to get gas. We pulled into a station and the bright lights lit up the inside of the car, illuminating my hard dick. This didn’t escape Uncle Mark’s notice before he got out of the car. He smiled, stepping out of the car. He walked into the store, then back out to pump the gas. In the meantime, I tried furiously to rearrange myself, but my boner wasn’t having any of it. He clicked off the pump and jumped back into the car.

“Don’t worry about it” he said.

“Worry about what?” I asked.

“Your boner” he replied with a grin. I was embarrassed to say the least. I have no game and, still being a virgin, no experience in what’s said or done in such a situation.

“From what I can see” he started “You’ll make some girl very, very happy with that thing.” I bounced in the seat as we pulled out on the street, which didn’t help my swollen member. “Just make sure you don’t become a daddy before you’re ready. Finish school first” he demanded.

“Not much chance of that” I replied.

“What do you mean?” he asked. I remained silent. “Are you still a virgin?” I nodded.

“Well, that’s nothing to be embarrassed about at all” he reassured me. “I just assumed you weren’t. A virgin I mean. You’re a good looking guy and I figured you’d have girls tripping over themselves to get to you. If they only knew what you were packin’!” He chuckled. “I just wish I looked as good as you when I was your age” he told me.

“What do you mean?” I asked, shocked. “I’ve seen pictures of you. You weren’t ugly!” I caught myself being a little too honest for my own good. He looked at me and smiled widely.

“Well, thanks. I like to think I’ve grown into my looks” he said with a smirk. “Well, looks like we’re here” he said as we pulled into my driveway. “House looks dark. You home alone?” he asked.

“Yeah. My folks are on vacation for another couple of days.”

“Party!” he replied, causing me to laugh. “Looks like a nice place” he said.

“You want to come in – check it out?” I asked. Part of me was being polite. A small part. But most of me wanted to get him inside. Not that I’d know what to do with him when I did, but still.

“Sure sure” he said, turning off the car. I got out and could feel my dick rubbing against my inner thigh, stressing the material in my boxer briefs. I unlocked the door, turned off the alarm, and hit a couple lights.

“Nice” he said, looking around. I gave him the tour of the downstairs and ended upstairs, for the bedrooms.

“And this is my room” I said, opening the door. In my mind I saw myself laying there, naked with Uncle Mark on top of me, ravaging me. He stepped past me. 

“So. This is where Alan sleeps….” 

“Yeah. Sorry it’s a mess. I haven’t put up my clothes” I said stepping past him and grabbing a couple of shirts I hard laying on the chair. I turned around and he was standing right behind me. I actually bumped into him. 

“Ok sorry” I said, trying to step around him. He stepped in front of me, halting my forward progression. 

“Do you want to go to college a virgin?” he asked, a level of seriousness in his voice.

“Well, no. Not really” I admitted. “But…. Girls just aren’t my thing” I said, swallowing hard. This is the first time I’ve admitted it to anyone other than myself and my right hand.

“I know” he said quietly. I looked at him, dumbfounded as to how he knew. “I could tell” he mentioned. “When you’re gay, you can feel another’s energy. You can ‘read’ them” he said. His eyes peered into my own big blue eyes. For a second I was lost in his brown orbs.

“So, you’ve never even had a blow job?” he asked. Here I was, standing in my room, with a hard on, being asked by an almost forty year old man sexual questions…it seemed like the beginning of a porno.

He reached down and grabbed my dick. I’ve never had another person’s hand on it, and it felt good.

“Damn, son” he muttered, squeezing it then running his hand down its shaft, finding its frilled head. My heart was pounding in my ears. Looking back on it, I wondered where all the blood came from to pound in my head as it seems all of it was in my dick.

He bent down, pulled my shorts down. He ran his hands – his big hands – up my hairy inner thigh until it met the wet head of my piece. He sighed.

“Yeah. You’ve grown up real nice” he hissed. He ran his other hand up inside my shirt. His head snapped up once he felt my furry stomach. “A hairy boy, too!” he said, standing up, pulling my shirt over my head. Tossing it to the side, he muttered “Shit!”

He ran his hands up my sides to my pits, feeling the hair there, then across my chest. In doing so he grazed my nipple. I shuddered. “Oh, you liked that?” he asked, moving his hand back over and rubbing my nipple. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. With each pinch, I pumped a little bit more pre out of the end of my member, soaking my already wet boxer briefs. 

“I never would have guessed you’d have a hairy chest like this” he said, running his other hand through my chest hair. I swear, I could feel every single hair move, sending electricity to my brain. “No, never guessed that” he said, removing both hands from me. I opened my eyes and looked down at his beautiful salt-n-pepper hair, so perfectly styled, as he sat back on his heels. He looked up at me.

“You never answered my question.”

“What?” I asked, voice raspy.

“You never had a blow job?” I shook my head ‘no’. “Then, this is your lucky night!”

Without looking away from me, he reached up and pulled down my boxer briefs. My wet cock sprung out like a startled rabbit, finally free. He smiled, then looked down.

“Wow. You’re very well hung” he said, grabbing my cock and turning it around as if inspecting it. “You ever measure this monster?” 

“No” I admitted.

“Well, it’s quite thick. And very long. And that head – my words – it’s marvelous! You might have a career in porn if you want. Fuck!”

And with that, he slide me into his mouth, his warm, wet, mouth. He shoved me back down his throat as far as he could before he started gaging. He fell back off of me.

“Damn” he said, stroking my wet pole. “I don’t remember the last time I gaged on something. You’re packing something great here, son”

“Thanks Uncle Mark” I said. He popped his head back, looked at me and smiled.

“I like it when you call me that” he said. Instinctually, I grabbed his head and forced him back onto me, shoving his face into my bush. This time, he had little trouble downing that dick. He fought back his gag reflex then started messaging me with his mouth. That was it. As embarrassing as it was, and without warning, I grabbed two hand fulls of hair and held him against me while I dumped my liquid soul down his throat. Uncle Mark stayed in place as I dumped load after load into his mouth. I whimpered like a scolded pet once I was able to catch my breath. Taking a deep inhale, I pulled myself out of him. I watched my wet shaft never seem to end as I pulled away. I saw myself in a new light. I guess I was rather endowed after all.

Uncle Mark sat back and took a deep breath. “Holy hell, Al.” He took a couple of breaths. “So, what did you think?”

I smiled and then laughed. “That was….. damn” is all I could say.

“And it doesn’t look like you’re done, either” he said, grabbing my still hard cock, shaking it like it was his play toy. He stood up and removed his shirt, causing my somewhat softer dick to spring back to attention. His nipples, erect, jetted out from his mass of chest hair. 

“I have an idea” he said, pulling down his shorts. His member jumped out, sticking straight out, but with a slight left curve. It wasn’t as big as mine, but that didn’t matter. It was there, like I’d envisioned for years. But before I could touch it, he pushed me back on the bed. I fell, unsure of what was happening. He reached down into his pocket of his shorts that were around his ankles, his dick throbbing with every heartbeat. He kicked the shorts aside and tossed me a rubber.

“You’re not going to school a virgin” he declared. “Open it” he demanded. He stroked my throbbing rod as I fumbled to open the package. When I got it open, he grabbed it from me forcefully and in one quick motion, had my third leg wrapped. He stepped up on the bed, straddled me, placing his hole directly over me. I remember his cock curving to the left, allowing me to see his swinging hairy nut sack. They were giant compared to mine. He spit on his hand, reached back to his hole, then grabbed my dick and lowered himself onto me.

I felt resistance as my head started to push into him. “Damn” he said. “That head, boy. Whew!” His face cringed as he lowered himself even more. I felt my dick start to bend, then it popped into him. He gasped; his eyes wide open. I laid there, not knowing what to say or do.

“Ohh. Ahhhhh…..” he cried. I’ve never seen Uncle Mark seem so vulnerable. It was hot. I pushed my hips up and he screamed. “Stop! Wait!” He rose up, my dick falling out of him, slapping against my stomach.

“God. That’s one massive head man. I’m not sure Uncle Mark can take it” he said.

That annoyed me. He started this game, how dare he tease me and not finish it. 

“Uncle Mark’s a big man. I’m sure he can do it if he wants” I sheepishly replied.

“Mmmmm. I love it when you call me Uncle Mark” he said. He repositioned and slowly, but surely, pushed more of me inside him. He cried, whimpered, moaned and groaned. And I enjoyed every minute of it.

As I felt his balls start to press against my bush, I forced myself up inside of him. He bucked and screamed but took it. Finally, I was inside Uncle Mark.

He looked down at me, his eyes wide, mouth open. He braced himself on my chest, his triceps flexing. “Fuck me, boy” he whispered. 

I started slowly but increased rather quickly. I watched Uncle Mark turn in to a bottom bitch and it turned me on. I watched his dick bounce, slapping his hairy stomach and my hairy chest as he pushed back onto my thrusts. My breathing picked up. I could feel a lot of his weight on my chest as I pounded him. The sound of skin on skin slapping filled the room. I knew I was close again, but wanted so much to experience Uncle Mark exploding as well. And I got my wish.

He sat back on my, grinding himself onto me, his hairy chest heaving like mad. I reached up and ran my hand through his chest hair, pinching his nipple like he did mine. He looked down at me with a look of despair, pleasure and pain all at once. He let out a giant gasp and that’s when I felt the first wet, warm glob of liquid land on me. Then another and another in rapid succession. The squeezing of his ass muscle on my dick was all it took as I injected him with another load. 

“Uncle Mark….!” He planted himself on me and ground his ass into me as I screamed and emptied another vat of stored liquid from deep inside me. Now, my eyes were wide open as I watched him work his magic, white liquid slowly pouring from his curved, one eyed monster.

He slowed his motion as my tensed up body started to relax. My balls ached but in a good way. Slowly he pulled himself up off of me. His balls, that were once drawn up into him as he came, were now back to their lovely, hanging selves so he held them up against him with his hand as he pulled away so I could watch my wrapped dick emerge from him, victorious. 

“Oh shit” I said, as I saw the torn rubber pull away, caught on his pucker ring. It snapped away as my head finally emerged from his hole, still swollen and wet with my second round of boy juice. It was then, the rest of my load came dropping out from him, his hole spread open so wide it couldn’t close fast enough.

“Well, that’s something” he said as he dropped down next to me, his curved cock slapping its wet self against my thigh. We laid there, together, as our breathing returned to normal.

“So, how was that?” he asked.

I laughed. “Amazing” I replied, turning to face him. He leaned over and kissed me, his hairy chest scratching against my shoulder. His stubbled scoured my lips and it felt perfect. 

“This is just between us” he said after pulling back from me and standing up.

“For sure. Absolutely” I agreed. He reached down and pulled the tortured condom from me, not much liquid was spilled from it as it was mostly inside him.

“I think Uncle Mark needs a shower, Al” he said. I tried to stand up, my legs shaking and weak. I sat back down on the bed. “First door on the right. Towels are in the closet” I offered. I watched him walked out of my room, his hairy butt-crack wet and my little soldiers running down the inside of his thigh. I heard the water start and then stop a few minutes later. I was still laying there when he walked back in, fully flaccid and looking glorious. I felt myself getting hard again as he stood there, fantasy fulfilled.

“Your parents aren’t back for a couple of days?” he asked.

“That’s right, why?” I asked.

“That gives us a couple more days to see what trouble we can get into, if you want” he suggested.

“Uncle Mark, I want nothing more” I said, with a smile.