We went around town and he said hello to his old friends and looked around to see if there had been any changes. By then I was all wet as my cock had leaked tons of pre-cum. Then he pulled on his jeans and another tee shirt. I handed him the towel when he was finished, and after drying off he pulled on a pair of clean briefs - packing his crotch in the pouch. His cock seemed to get a bit bigger as he washed it, and I wondered if we were evenly matched when erect. I, of course, kept watching him as he lathered up his chest and then his groin. I sat on the toilet and we talked about everything. My knees were trembling, but I finally made it to the bathroom. "Why don't you come and sit by the shower, so we can keep talking? he asked He grabbed his towel and headed for the shower. This was going to be harder than I thought. This was one hell of a man, and my cock wouldn't help but start to react. He then pulled off his briefs to reveal a long circumcised dick with an overabundance of crotch hair and two large balls hanging very low in their sac. His legs were hairy and, like the rest of him, strong. He wore white Jockey briefs, and I almost couldn't keep my eyes off his pouch. His abs were tight and his chest was covered with a light layer of dark hair which made him even sexier. his chest was chiseled with muscles with very large pecs and two dark and oversized nipples which were standing erect right now. Here was the guy of my dreams undressing in front of me. I think I'll take a shower before you and I hit the town."Īt that he pulled of his shirt. He brought his stuff to my room, and we talked as he unpacked his things. I was pleased that he had noticed all the changes in me. "it's great to see you too, Uncle," was all I could say. "Well, haven't you become the sight?" John said. As I looked him over I began to drool at the sight of his crotch which was to say the least, well-packed. Was he ever sexy with a white tee shirt showing off his muscles and a pair of very faded jeans which showed off his strong legs. The great day finally came and the next thing I knew I was being smothered to death by my uncle in a big bear hug. Of course, I seemed to have a continual hard-on, and my underwear was always sticky with all the precum I leaked during those days. (I'm a heavy leaker)Ī few weeks before his arrival, I decided to cool it and not masturbate till he came, so I would be able to control myself with him around.
That was enough to get my dick hard and wet with pre-cum. I thought of him sleeping next to me naked and taking me in his arms. We did not have an extra room, and I had a double bed so this was the only place for him. My fantasies grew in proportion and my jerk sessions also since I soon found out that uncle John would be sleeping with me. I had never seen him naked, but I knew that he was quite muscular from our rough-housing games. He stood six-feet-one, with black hair and eyes also and what a body. So it worried me a little that my uncle was coming to stay as he was at the center of my fantasies. I wasn't sure what I would do with a man, but I sure had fun thinking about it. My fantasies were of men - strong muscular men, men with hairy legs and thick, juicy cocks. Like all adolescents I jerked off regularly, but in my case, I rarely thought of girl bodies.
I had black hair and eyes, wide shoulders, a well-developed chest and abdomen, and very strong legs from a regular work out. I had naturally grown a lot and at eighteen stood six feet tall. It certainly was great news, but it also worried me a little. He was coming home for the holiday which meant he would be staying with us for about a month. I couldn't believe it at first since I could not believe anyone would not like my uncle John. Then I heard that he was divorced and that his wife had left him. When I turned twelve, he got married to a nice girl from another town and his job took him away from our little town, so I had hardly seen him in these last few years except for Christmas. He would return for summer, but always worked hard at his summer jobs so we were less together. Then he went to college and I didn't get much chance to see him, what with school and all. Whenever I was with him we always had a lot of fun. He would play with me and teach me things like fishing, tennis, and horseback riding. He always treated me as if I was special, probably because I was his only nephew. He was fifteen when I was born, so that would make him thirty-four now. Ever since I was small, I loved my uncle John.