I closed the door, the light in the room was bright, the pizza I ordered was now waiting for me, I was not hungry anymore though, I just felt this sickly feeling in my guts that prevented me to do anything. I was shaking slightly, in a sort of fever, I felt exhausted yet apprehensive. Did this really happen? A couple of hours he said. Will he come? I went to sit on the sofa to resume watching tv, within minutes I was asleep, deep sleep.
I woke up, the air was palpable, very very close, warm and overwhelming like it can sometimes be in London at this time of the year. I was sweating, drips of perspiration, like salty tears were running down my forehead and chest. I stood up, heading towards the bathroom for a shower, when I heard a commotion at the front door. The bell rang. Shit, is it already 2 hours? He is really coming. Fuck. Only then what happened earlier this evening became clearer and urgent. Again, the nauseating feeling of anxiety overpowered me. Still sleepy, hesitantly and like in a dream, I went to open the door with trepidation, still dressed in my boxers and my open shirt.
I open the door, to find my uncle, drunk, inebriated beyond repairs, struggling to stand up, bouncing back and thro towards the wall, with a grin on his face, unable to say a single word, only basic stuttering, grunts and gestures. I could not believe it, he was supposed to be away for the whole weekend. Damn.
I grabbed one of his thick strong arms, and struggled to put it over my shoulder with a view to help and guide him towards his bed. He of course felt differently and as he is much stronger than I am, he managed to push me away from him without effort. He then, in an almost comical stance, staggered towards the sofa, grabbing the pizza box on the way, almost falling a couple of times and seemingly apologising to each item he bumped into on the way. He sat, opened the pizza box, then within seconds, his whole mass of weight fell on the sofa and he started to sleep soundly, letting the box drop on the floor. I walked towards him, picked up the box, turned the tv off, and then started to undo his trousers, so as to make him more comfortable and get him ready for sleep.
The voice surprised me, it was unexpected, I did not hear anyone arriving.
“Sorry mate, did not mean to intrude, the door was open, and…” I could see that he was baffled by what I was doing.
After undressing completely, we laid on the bed, kissing, his touch was now much softer and more attentive. His thick hands would hold the back of my neck when we kissed, his invading tong going in out, in out… I had to catch my breath.He pushed my head away gently and started to lick my neck, my shoulder, then my nipple, stopping there for a while, biting gently before licking and biting the other one. He then made his way down towards my navel. He stopped just underneath it, his beard tickling the tip of my cock, sending yet more shivers across my body, he licked the tip, it felt amazing. His mouth then pushed the foreskin, chewed on it a bit then without warning he took my cock in his warm mouth and push down towards the base of my cock, taking the whole thing in one go, making me gasp loudly. He went on to do this relentlessly, as I was laying there helpless, in complete abandon.He pulled away from my cock to then start licking my balls, his wet tong feeling warm and silky. My cock was oozing precum due to the intensity of the attention it was getting and the pleasure radiating from his unremitting attacks. He took my legs, pushed them up, holding them up masterly with his strong arms, then started to rim, lick, slurp, like a hungry animal, each touch magically sending me to ecstatic state of pleasure.I am not sure where the lube appeared from, while licking my balls he rubbed his lubed finger on to the tip of my asshole, gently rubbing it, slowly penetrating, just slightly, not fully, driving me mad with desire. Time stopped, I lost all notion of where, when, how… I am not sure how long this took, I was moaning incessantly, wanting more, needing more. Each time I thought he would enter he would stop, go back to my cock and balls, lick, suck, swallow some more, driving me insane. He then turned me over, my face now breathing in the pillow, and I felt his mass on top of me, gently rubbing that cock of his again at the entrance of my ass. In, out, in, out… more lube, feeling the warm and gentle silk substance rubbing my cheeks, and again, push, almost going in, then out again, teasing me relentlessly. I wanted him so bad, begging, but no, he would not be persuaded, he would not be told. He was in charge.He turned me over again, then again started to concentrate on my cock. Slurping on the foreskin, slowly pulling it back over the tip with his lips. His warm mouth expertly sucking, saliva dripping on the base, was again sending shivers all over my body. My feet came in contact with his thick cock, which was hanging as he was on all fours. Gently, I started to fondle his balls with my toes, then holding his fat cock in between my feet, exerting a bit of pressure to which he responded by simulating a fuck. With my small contribution, I felt I could also give him some unexpected pleasure while he gave me so much. Clearly this stroke a cord with him, as the intensity of his sucking became stronger and more frenetic, uncontrollably going up, down, humming pleasure at the same time.
My uncle and I lived alone in a small house on the outskirts of London’s suburbs. He worked in construction and he would usually come home very tired and hungry. He was a big, husky, quiet man, rough at times, but always firm and very loving.
We’d live together for a little while now, since he left home to find some work in the big city. I was already here, after graduating, I came to London, to escape and to start my new life. It was to be a short-term arrangement, and although I did not mind so much, it meant that I could not bring anyone back with me, and this also put a serious strain on my social life.
While living together, I’d never seen him date anyone or see anyone else. The two of us never talked much about very much except at dinner time, when we’d exchange views on events, tv programs and rugby. After that, we’d watch tv, and he most likely would fall asleep in front of whatever he was watching. I would take this opportunity to go to my room and go on line, watch a bit of porn and escape.
During a hot summer night, and it was a scorcher of a night, my uncle had fallen asleep in front of the television, as always. I had just returned late from the office. It was during the summer and as we didn’t have any air-conditioning in the house, I was already sweaty and bothered after my commuting back home.
Within seconds of coming home, I ripped my shirt open, uncovering my hairy chest and stomach. My nipples rubbed against the thin fabric of my shirt, and they were getting stiffer and harder by the minute. I was thinking of waking him, telling him to go to bed, so that I could then put a dvd on and have a bit of porn fun, but he looked so peaceful lying there, an empty can of beer on his side, that I decided to let him sleep there.
As I walked passed him, I noticed that he had stripped to his boxer shorts and tee shirt. His legs were big and furry. I froze… his cock head was peeking out of the bottom of his boxers. I stayed there for a while staring at the scene in front of me. I never had thought about my uncle in a sexual way before. But suddenly, this all changed. I wanted to touch his cock. I wanted him…
I looked up at his face. He was still fast asleep and snoring gently, his mouth was opened a little. I looked at his full beard, his thick lips, his slightly opened mouth… I could not help it, my eyes went back to that cock, I could feel that I was getting harder and harder. My cock was pushing the fabric of my suit trousers. I was shaking with excitement. The spectacle in front of me, was too much to take, I had to get off. I was rubbing my dick feeling how hard it was and how much it wanted/needed to get out and be relieved. I got so caught up in what I was doing, that I did not notice that he woke up. It was a very awkward and embarrassing moment. I looked at his face, he looked confused and sleepy but not furious. He was watching me, as I was still holding my crotch with my hand. I stopped immediately and firmed up.
I started to stumble, I don’t even remember what I actually said to him. I was so angry and embarrassed. He stood up and walked over to where I was and put his big hairy arm around me.
I suddenly stopped talking and just looked at him. He just stared back. I stood there, looking into my uncle’s blue eyes, while he was staring into mine. His cock started to rise outside the opening of his boxers. I could smell my uncle’s warm beer breath as he breathed into my face. I could feel his rough hand on my shoulder then on my nipples. I was transfixed, as if paralyzed. He was now touching my stomach and caressing it gently. My cock started to swell.
What was it? The smell of sex? The heat? The sweat? Some mysterious phenomenon in the air? I swallowed my breath deeply then reached out to touch his cock, and then immediately pulled my hand back, almost ashamed. I looked at his eyes again, and they were reassuring, like if saying, go on, you can touch it.
His cock was large and warm, a large foreskin was covering the head of it. It was thick and throbbing to my touch, already oozing precum. I started to stroke it, he grunted, closed his eyes, while I rubbed the precum over the head and shaft of his dick.
Without muttering a word, I dropped to my knees, and slowly took his cock in my mouth. I could smell the gentle sent of his crotch, he showered earlier, and his sleep sweat tasted good he gently pushed his cock inside my hot mouth. He started to murmur sounds, breathing heavily, I then worked on the shaft of his dick and his thick hairy balls. His rough hand left my head and started to stroke the back of my head. He pulled my shirt off and started massaging my back while I just kept sucking him.
He gently fucked my mouth and I kept sucking and licking.
He then pushed me on the sofa and, laying on top of me, looked deep into my eyes, and started to kiss me deeply with his open mouth.
His rough, huge, meaty dick was now rubbing up against my hard cock, within seconds, I came, moaning out into his mouth, feeling streams of thick hot cum, landing on our cocks and lower stomachs. He immediately rubbed some of the cum onto his hand and used it to wank his.
Within moments, he started to moan, I could feel that he was going to cum soon, I quickly moved towards his cock, my face waiting, I wanted to suck him some more, but his strong arms stopped me from doing so. He started to jerk off faster. I watched his cock intensely, and I knew that it was about to burst. Without warning his big hand took my head and pushed it towards his cock. A thick stream of cum burst out, hot, creamy, landing on my face. I then opened my mouth and more spurts of cum landed at the back of my tongue. I sucked on his cock, tasting his cum.
We then laid like that for a while, in a wordless, quiet, intimate way. His rough hand was now rubbing my shoulders and back. Exhausted, we both fell asleep.
I CAN HAZ?
I would like to wear this on every single family holiday get-togethers… :)
Where can I buy this???
