Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2011 08:44:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 4. Trucker Uncle Dave  Pt. 1

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Bad Uncles and Dads Chapter 4

Trucker Uncle Dave -  Pt 1


	I turned seventeen tomorrow and was pissed off at my cousin
Amber who'd decided to have her wedding the day before.  Did everything
in my life have to be crap???
	All the men on my Dad's side of the family were tall, each of them
over 6'1".  Me?  Still 5'7"!  Dad and Grandpa said everyone except Uncle
Dave didn't hit their growth spurt until their late teens.  They assured me I was
due to get mine any time now.
	Dad was a surprise baby, born twelve years later than his youngest
of four brothers and one sister.  Then, Dad and Mom waited a while to have
me, so all my cousins were grown by the time I was old enough to pay any
attention to anyone else's height.  So, I had no one to compare myself to.
	I was just beginning to be conscious of my looks, and liked
everything but my height.  Living on a farm on the coast of south Texas, I was
tanned and toe-headed blond...lean and atheletic with light gray eyes.  But, I
was also painfully shy.
	I liked girls.  I thought they were pretty and sweet, anyway.  I
wanted them to like me, too, but was terrified of the idea of doing anything
physical with them.  I wanted to.  They just seemed too nice and sweet to
do anything "dirty" with.
	My cousin Mark and I took the Eisen sisters to a movie once.
Mark wanted to go out with Crystal Eisen, the pretty one.  That left me with
Susan, the "not so pretty" one.  It seemed like a good deal, though.  I thought
since she wasn't that pretty, I might be able to get somewhere.  Nope.  When
I tried to put my arm around her and snag an accidental brush with the side
of a breast, one withering cut of the eyes told me just how wrong I was.  So,
I had it confirmed...girls were too pure and sweet for any sexual stuff.
	That was okay, though.  I had tried to beat off thinking about
being with one, but I'd always just give up on the fantasizing and simply enjoy
the feeling of my own hand on my dick.  I didn't care much for my friends'
Playboy and Penthouse magazines either.
	One friend, Craig, got a swingers' magazine from his dad's
collection.  It had both men and women in it.  I knew I shouldn't be, but I
was far more fascinated by looking at the men than the women.  That ended
up making me curious about the men around me.  Especially since they talked
dirty, told dirty jokes, and clearly WERE interested in sex!
	I'd read about bisexual couples in that swingers magazine.  Though,
it was the women who were bisexual in most of the ads with pictures, there
were a few where the men were.  I found I was much more turned on  fanta-
sizing about being with a couple.  It was always doing stuff with the man that
pushed me over the edge, though.  I refused to pay attention to that fact as
didn't understand it.
	I'd heard about a man a couple towns over that'd gotten caught
doing things with young teenage boys.  He'd gotten probation somehow and
run out of town.  I knew who the man was and had seen him before because
he was a coach for a local little league baseball team.  He was actually quite
handsome and well-built, he'd turned a lot of women's heads before the news
broke about his little "hobby."
	Secretly, I wished I'd been one of the boys he'd fooled around
with.  The idea of having a grown man teach me about sex and being able to
touch a grown man's cock really turned me on.  I'd never admit that to any-
one else, though.  I had enough trouble trying to make sense of it myself.  I
figured it was just that I wanted to experience sex, and men seemed to be
the only realistic option.
	I wondered if there were any other men out there like the one
who'd gotten run out of his town.  I found myself looking at grown men,
especially my own uncles, and trying to determine if they might have any
hidden interest in a younger guy with no experience.
	I was curious about Uncle Dave in that way when I heard he was
coming and going to stay with us.  Mom and Dad had just traded out our old
sleeper sofa for one that didn't fold out, so Uncle Dave was going to be
bunking with me in my room with its queen-sized bed.  I was hoping to get
to see him naked, though I'd never met him before.  All the men in Dad's
family were tall, handsome, rugged men...so, I figured Uncle Dave would
be, too.
	Uncle Dave was a trucker, and he and his wife lived with their
daughter in Tennessee.  They'd moved there just before I'd been born.
Though his job took him all over the country, it hadn't brought him down
through south Texas since that time.  So, he was the only one of Dad's brothers
I hadn't yet met.
	I was outside Dad and Mom's bedroom window tinkering on
the little second-hand Kawasaki motorcycle they'd gotten me last year when
I heard a semi pull off the road in front of the house.  Being terribly shy, I
immediately got nervous about meeting him and acted as if I hadn't noticed
his arrival.
	Soon, I heard loud happy voices...my mom's, my dad's deep
bass voice, and another male voice that was even much deeper.
	I could hear my dad and Uncle Dave coming down the hallway.
	"I really appreciate this, lil' brother," the voice that belonged to
Uncle Dave said, "can't believe I left m' suit back home."
	"Well, thank me later if it fits, y' big ox.  I left it layin' out on the
bed...jus' let me know if it'll work."
	"Will do, brother Wade." Uncle Dave responded to Dad, all my
uncles referred to each other as "brother this" or "brother that"...a redneck
thing I guess.  The next sound was the bedroom door closing.
	I snuck quietly to the bushes outside the window, listening intently
and fearfully for the sound of anyone approaching.  Since the window was
open, I tried to keep from making a sound as I tip-toed through the grass.
	His shirt was on the bed already and he was peeling off a snug
wife-beater.  His hairy back was nothing new for me as all my uncles and
male cousins were hairy like that.  What surprised me that it was light brown,
and red...and, that he was taller than Dad and all of my other uncles.  He had
to be at least 6'6" or 6'7".
	When he turned to face the window, I saw he was a redhead.
All my other uncles and dad were dark haired.  I'd been told that one day my
own hair would turn dark as well unless I turned out like the Uncle Dave I'd
never met.  Now, I knew what they'd meant.
	His hair was thick like the rest of the family, but longer and
shaggier.  It gave him kind of a rebellious, "don't fuck with me or I'll beat
your ass," kind of look, even more so with a four days growth of unshaved
beard across his jaw and upper lip.
	He definitely had the family eyes, though.  Bright green, and set
underneath bushy high-arching eyebrows.  The sandy-red color of his hair
and dark tan making them stand out strikingly.
	I got to get a good look at his body as he looked down at Dad's
extra suit and began undoing his belt and pants.  Powerful shoulders, arms,
and chest narrowed down to a comparatively small waist with just a little bit
of roundness to his stomach...making it look a little like that of a stuffed teddy-
bear, especially with the curling light red-brown hair coating everything.
	I was disappointed when he turned and plopped down on the
bed to pull his boots off, but the disappointmen was only momentary.
	He stood, turned, and slid his jeans off..pulling his feet out of the
legs one at a time.  His entire body was tanned dark except for a pale strip
that looked like it was from wearing extremely short cuttoffs whenever he'd
been in the sun, and..he hadn't been wearing underwear!
	And, MAN!!  He had a THICK COCK!!  It looked like someone
took a normal sized dick and magnified it four times...at least in width, anyway.
Its length looked about average soft for other men when they were hard, it
was just that the width seemed the same size as my forearm!
	I watched as he reached down and gave it a stretch before
scratching his large egg-sized balls.  They hung tight against his crotch, and
seemed to make his cock stand out in front of him even soft.
	He grabbed the suit slacks and slid them up his wide hairy thighs
before turning to look in the mirror.  He just grunted, and then turned back to
grab the shirt Dad had laid out for him.
	When he'd turned from the mirror and back in my direction, I
realized what he must've grunted over.
	His cock was CLEARLY visible through the thin fabric of the
slacks.  The pants had a bit of a shine to them, which seened to highlight the
outline of his cock's head as well as a couple prominent veins and the ripples
of skin covering the shaft underneath.  It was a much of a turn on seeing it
like that, shifting under the slacks as he moved, as it was seeing it completely
bared!
	Suddenly, I heard my dad call my name and hurried away from
the window before I got caught.
	I adjusted my raging hardon inside my cut-offs, then yelled out,
"Over here, Dad!"  Immediately regretting that I didn't run over to him instead.
Since I'd just given away that I wasn't far outside my parents' window, I risked
a glance over and thought I might have seen my uncle's face through the screen.
	"Come on in, son, n' meet'cher Uncle Dave," Dad said as he
came around the corner of the house.
	"Sure, be right there." I answered, putting the tools back in the
toolbox and closing it up.
	"No, son.  Just put the tools down n' come on in now.  You can
come back in a few minutes."
	"Yes sir." I said and followed him inside, dropping the toolbox
in the garage along the way.
	Just as we came through the door, Uncle Dave came down the
hall.
	Even back in his own well-worn jeans hanging low on his hips,
his cock pressed forward with each step of his left leg.  The shifting and flop-
ping of that thick beast even through the denim making my stomach flutter
and the base of my dick and balls sizzle with heat.
	"Well, brother, the pants, shirt, n' tie'll do right fine.  That jacket,
though, ain't gonna make it...at least not without rippin' the shoulders, arms,
n' back apart.  WELLLLLL!!  Now, would'ja look at that!  This mus' be
lil' Robbie!"
	I know I turned ninety shades of red.
	One, I hated being singled out for attention.  Two, I  REALLY
HATED being called "little!"  And, three, before I could stop them...my eyes
fastened onto his crotch to get another look at that huge cock underneath.
When he was standing still, though, it didn't show at all.
	He stuck out his hand in greeting...leaning his weight against a
wall and crossing his legs at the ankles.  In that position, his jeans pulled tight
against his crotch and his cock jutted outward, the broad head and flaring
ridge where it met the shaft becoming as promiment as if someone had out-
lined it with marker!
	Unable to tear my eyes away, my face flushed with guilt as I
reached out to shake hands and respond, "Good t' meet you, Uncle Dave."
	His rough calloused hand dwarfed mine as he chuckled and looked
over my head.
	"I see ya raised 'im like Dad and Mom did us.  Good job.  How-
ever, Brother Wade...this handsome young cuss don't look a dambed bit like
your ugly ass.  Who's this good-lookin' young buck's father???"  He ruffled
my hair and looked down at me with a mile-wide grin and eyes that danced
with rowdy humor.
	Everyone laughed and small talk was made.  Alot of back-slapping
and exchanging memories of childhood pranks ensued.
	It turned out Uncle Dave was one of those men that couldn't keep
his hand off his dick.  I'd seen men like that before...men who didn't do it on
purpose, but who just always seemed to be groping, cupping, grabbing, and/or
squeezing it as they talked.
	Those same men also all seemed to share another habit...opening
and closing their thighs as they sat and talked.  Uncle Dave was no different.
The more excited he got and the more he laughed as he and Dad reminisced
about their childhood antics...the faster his thighs swung open and closed, and
the more his big paw tugged and groped at the thick cock under his jeans.
	But, soon it was time to get dressed for the wedding.
	Mom told me to let Uncle Dave shower first.  To which he replied
that he'd showered at the truck stop just outside of town and that I could go
ahead.  So, I went down the hall and into the bathroom
	I threw a towel around my waist when I was finished and headed
toward my room just as I met Uncle Dave coming down the hall with the
clothes Dad was loaning him draped over one arm.
	"Might as well save time n' get dressed together," he said, closing
the door behind him as we went in.
	"Yeah, sure," I mumbled, feeling the flush rise in my cheeks again.
	He kicked off his boots as I sat on the edge of my bed reaching
to pull on my socks, my small room seeming even smaller with this huge man
taking up so much of its space.
	"You surely do blush alot, boy," he remarked as he began opening
the fly to his jeans, "Don't be tellin' me a handsome young colt like yourself
is self-conscious!"
	His jeans fell to the floor and he wrestled his feet out of them the
same way he had when trying on Dad's suit.  Only, in my small room, that
left his cock and balls flopping around only a couple feet from my face.
	He leaned over me to drape his clothes across the bed to the side
and behind me, straightening back up with Dad's dress shirt in his big hands.
I had hunched over and found his cock right in my face.  I froze and watched
as it bounced with his movements, lengthening a couple inches and filling out
more of its fat girth.  Just as his belly grazed the top of my head, he'd stood
back up.
	"So, how old are ya now, Robbie boy?" he asked as he pulled
the shirt over shoulders much broader than Dad's.
	"Seventeen t'morrow."  I answered, sitting there in just my socks
and towel...glad now I still had the towel as my dick was three-quarters hard
and still growing.
	"Hell," he chuckled as he buttoned his shirt, cock swaying in front
of my face as he pushed each button through its hole, "Amber's weddin's
kinda jackin' up your birthday for ya then...pretty much sucks.  Hey, hand me
that tie, sport."
	I twisted away and reached behind me.  When I turned back to
give it to him, he had his stocky cock stretched across his hip in one hand as
the other tugged and scratched his balls.
	"Thank ya, son," he said when he released his cock n' balls and
reached to take the necktie from my hand.
	I tried to think of something to say instead of sitting there silently
staring at my uncle's bouncing slab of meat.
	So, I blurted out, "Yeah, it doesn't seem like anyone even remem-
bers my birthday with all the fuss over Amber.  But, that's alright I guess."
	I shrugged and added, "I mean gettin' married is a bigger deal
than a birthday."
	"Aw, Robbie, I'm sure nobody's forgotten your birthday."  He
reached over an tousled my hair again.
	"I'm sure your folks...lemme jus' grab them pants..." he reached
over me again.  His hand stayed in my hair, kind of holding me in place as his
crotch suddenly came close again.  This time, it neared my face until his balls
were against my cheek and his cock was pressed against my nose!
	The contact was almost immediately broken as he straightened
up and continued talking as if nothing had happened.  Maybe he hadn't even
noticed the contact.
	"I'm sure your folks have somethin' great planned for ya t'morrow.
Now, I'm gonna go grab me a beer before all this fuss starts gainin' speed.
Seems like I'm distractin' you from gettin' ready yourself." He slid the pants
on, and then his boots.
	I jerked my head up to look into his handsome rugged face to
find a devilish grin there and what might've been a half-wink from one eye.  I
stammered and tried to respond, but he just turned and left the room.
	I reached down intending on giving my dick a couple quick strokes
because I was now horny as all hell!  But, found I was mistaken earlier in
thinking the towel had hidden my swelling cock.  Right between my thighs
stood a six and a half inch tent of terry cloth.  Fuck!
	I got up, dropped my towel, and then went to my closet for my
suit.  I stood there looking at both my old one and the new one as my mind
started wandering about what might get Uncle Dave's attention as much as
he'd stolen mine.
	I knew I could've been misreading Uncle Dave, but it sure seemed
like there was already a definite sexual nature in his actions toward me.  Since
he was going to be sleeping in my bed with me later, I wanted to do whatever
I could to increase any interest he might be having... to push him a step further
...maybe be able to get away with touching him in some way.
	I'd never felt this bold before, but something about how he treated
me left me thinking there might be a chance.  Even if I was wrong, I was
probably going to at least be able to reach over and grope his fat cock in his
sleep.  My own dick jumped at the thought.  I realized I had to be careful,
though.  If I was in fact wrong, I could end up backhanded with Uncle Dave
later telling my parents I'd made a pass at him.
	Then, I heard Mom and Dad coming down the hall.
	"I hope Robbie's gettin' it in gear, Wade, we need t' leave soon.
And, I WISH your brother would wear something other than boxers with
that suit.  It's downright lewd!  N,' always gropin' himself...  God knows the
big ape is as sweet a man as you could ask for.  But, LORD!" Mom whispered
as they went by my door.
	"Now, hon,'" I heard Dad reply, the shutting of their door cutting
off my hearing the rest of his response.
	I felt a grin cross my face at Mom thinking Uncle Dave wore
boxers, knowing he was naked under his pants.
	I decided on my old suit that was actually just slacks and a blazer.
The navy blue coat was a bit tight, but the off-white pants were even tighter.
I wanted to look sexy, but at my age I had no idea how to accomplish that.
How to look sexy to another guy was even more of a mystery.
	Should I try to look more masculine and rugged, or more neat and
well-groomed?  Hell, I didn't know!  The only thing that seemed a sure bet
was wearing the white slacks I'd outgrown that showed off my butt.
	I put everything on, and then went into the bathroom to look
myself over though I didn't get the chance.
	Mom and Dad came out of their room at that same moment with
Mom yelling, "Come on, Robbie, we gotta go!"
	Disappointed at not knowing whether or not I'd gotten anywhere
with trying to look "sexy," I came out of the bathroom and followed them
down the hall.
	"Robbie, why didn't you wear your new suit?  Well, it doesn't
matter now.  You take your truck n' drive you n' Uncle Dave over."  Mom
said as she went hurriedly into the kitchen for her purse.
	We all went out the door with Mom and Dad heading for Dad's
truck while Uncle Dave and I went to mine.
	Dad and Mom drove off with a wave, as Uncle Dave wrapped
a strong arm around my waist lifing me off the ground without breaking his
stride.
	"Gimme them keys, boy.  You can drive us home, but I wanna
see what this truck of yours is packin.'"
	Suddenly, I felt  playful like a ten or twelve year old being carried
by this tall brawny uncle I'd just met for the first time.
	"Nuh uh, y' big gorilla...Mom said I drive."  I said, not able to
keep the laughter from sneaking into my words.
	"Well, if you say so," he responded, disappointing my by setting
me down.  My disappointment turned into happy surprise when he spun me
around by the arms and tossed me over his shoulder like a sack of horse
feed.  Chuckling, he swatted at my ass as I landed.
	Somehow in tossing me over, though, my dick and balls had
gotten pushed back and trapped between my thighs.
	"OW, MAN, THAT WAS MY BALLS!" I cried.
	"Aw, poor baby boy," Uncle Dave teased, rubbing my back-
side and balls, "I'll aim better next time."
	I laid over his shoulder as his hand roamed around, putting a
burn deep in my belly that seared down to the base of my dick and then up
to my asshole.
	His hand slid lower and a shock rippled through me as his palm
and then fingers grazed across the head of my backward pointed dick!  My
traitorous woodie jumping against his hand to my complete humiliation.
	"Okay! Okay!  You win!!!  You can have the keys, Uncle Dave,
jus' put me down!"  I exclaimed, trying to avoid the further exposure of my
obvious excitement.
	He dropped me to my feet, snatched the keys out of my surprised
hands, and took off for my truck again as if he intended to leave me behind.
	So, I hurried to catch up...embarassed, but still wanting his atten-
tion.
	Just as he reached the truck, he looked back over his shoulder...
eyes raking over me from my face down to my crotch then back up with a
slow grin accompanying the chuckle that rose from his chest.
	We got into the truck when a long strong arm slipped around
my shoulders and pulled me close to him.
	He started the truck and began backing out of the driveway,
"So, tell me all about m' nephew, Robbie..."
	The twenty minute drive to the church was spent with me talking
nevously non-stop and ninety miles an hour the whole way...continuing up
until we walked through the doors to the church.
	I guess the ceremony was nice, but I don't remember any of it.
My mind raced through the whole thing, pent up sexual heat had been growing
inside me since this afternoon...and, sitting beside my tall strapping uncle whose
thigh pressed against mine wasn't helping.
	The reception was a couple blocks away at a hotel.  It wasn't
much of a hotel, but it was all our small town had.  Everyone began crowding
out of the church's only set of doors and headed for the hotel.  Uncle Dave
and I got separated from Dad and Mom in the rush.
	"Is this the church yall go to?" Uncle Dave asked as we got out-
side.
	"Yeah, we don't come much...mostly just for holidays and some-
times when Mom gets a notion in her head t' try n' become regulars."
	"Well, I gotta piss like racehorse n' wanna grab a smoke before
we have t' head inside again.  Where's a good lil' hidin' place around here t'
do that?"
	"Hmmm," I shoved my hands inside my tight pockets and looked
at the ground as I searched for options.
	I jerked my head back up, "Oh, hey, yeah...around back of the
Sunday School building.  There's not much room and it's mostly shrubs,
though."
	"Perfect!  Lead the way, sport."
	I led him behind the building and past about fifteen feet of bushes
until we came to a small clearing.
	He was already opening his fly and hauling out his fat cock.  He
must've really needed to piss as his meaty club was already more than half
hard.  I stood there and gawked because, even though I seen his cock almost
this thick, it had swollen up quite a bit longer...easily topping eight inches and
still not fully hard!
	"You need t' take a piss, son?  Good time t' do it before all the
festivities get rollin.'"
	"Uh yeahhh..." I responded, realizing afterward that I'd been so
mesmerized by the sight of his heavy meat and its increased length that I'd
answered without thinking.   Now, I was stuck because I didn't need to take
a piss at all.
	So I unzipped and reached inside my tighty whiteys, horrified to
find my own dick hard as a rock.
	I had no choice, so I pulled it out anyway and tried to cover as
much of it with my hand as I could.  Uncle Dave ruined that tactic immediately,
though.
	"Hey, hoss, hold this for me while I light up so I don't piss all
over m'self AND your Dad's pants."
	What???  My eyes flew wide!
	"Aw, shit, jus' grab the damned thing, boy!" he said impatiently,
zeroing in immediately on my hesitation.  "I wanna getta decent smoke in
before I gotta spend the next few hours in all that ruckus!"
	I reached over tentatively, and wrapped my hand around as much
of it as I could.  Even though my hands were average, there was still over
an inch of space separating my thumb and fingertips.  It felt even huger than
it looked!
	"Now, jus' keep it aimed away from me," he said as his thick cock
flexed in my hand and lengthened an inch and a half even further.
	I felt the wide tube on the underside swell while he took a cylinder
from his shirt pocket at the same time as a heavy stream of golden piss arched
out from the head of his cock
	I was so turned on by holding the meaty cock of this rugged man,
that I couldn't help giving the hefty shaft a gentle squeeze...hoping it was so
subtle he wouldn't feel it.
	It didn't appear that he noticed.  He just slid a giant cigar out of
the cylinder, pulled out a knife, and sliced off the tip.  Then, he reached for
his lighter and began firing up the tip.
	While he slid his knife and zippo back into his pocket, the steady
flow of piss splashing noisily onto the ground began to lessen.
	"Okay, sport, just squeeze the last of it out so I don't get piss-
tracks on your daddy's pants n' we'll be good t' go." he said, though his hands
were now free.
	I didn't give it much thought at the time.  I was just thrilled I was
getting to touch his heavy cock a little longer...and, I even had his permission
to squeeze the heavy length of his lap-monster on top of it all!
	I milked the shaft of his solid meat, thrilling in the feel of the soft
silky skin sliding over the thick gristle underneath.
	I jerked my eyes up to his when I felt it jump twice in my hand
and realized I was basically stroking his formidable cock.
	He stood there...legs braced wide apart, one hand on his hip, the
other pulling the cigar from his mouth, cock and balls still spilling heavily out of
pants, and a knowing grin splashed across his cocky truck-driver face.  God,
he was hot!!
	"Don't worry none, son, you'll gitta big ol' fat johnson of your very
own t' play with in a year or two when you shoot up like a weed."
	He flicked his eyes down to where my hand still gripped his
weighty cock as it flexed against my palm yet again.
	I jerked my hand back in embarassment, causing Uncle Dave to
let a quick laugh loose.
	"Awwww, now, jus' relax.  Hell, you're curious," he shrugged,
"n' my cock likes bein' touched.  So, no need t' make no big deal outta nuthin."
	He stretched upward and grabbed his substantial equipment with
a quick wink before stuffing it all down his left pants leg, "Now, let's put these
away n' gitta move on."
	He smoked down about a third of his cigar as we walked.  I, on
the other hand, chastized myself for dreaming up hopes and fantasies.  Uncle
Dave was married, must be straight, and was just being friendly to his nephew.
I could've kicked myself!!  At least I hadn't done anything that would give
him any reason to talk to my parents about my behavior.
	At the reception after I'd ditched my blazer though, I kept catching
Uncle Dave staring at me.  Other than that, he all but ignored me once we
walked in.
	I was so confused!
	He seemed to be genuinely warm and friendly at times.  At other
times, he was pretty darned flirtatious!  Now, though, he was staying away
from me almost completely.
	Even so, his staring caused my mind to resume racing with the
possibilities of what might happen later as he slept in bed with me.  Suddenly,
the desire to appear sexy to him rose higher.
	I went to Mom and asked for a mirror claiming I had something
in my eye.  Then I went to the hotel's men's room, stripped, and put every-
thing back on but my briefs.
	From the front in the long bathroom mirror, my balls and the head
of my flaccid dick were clearly visible.  Seeing myself like that got me heated
up again, and I watched as my dick lengthened and curved downward to the
side of my zipper.
	Using my mom's mirror to see over my shoulder into the bathroom
one, I could see that I might as well have been naked with the thin dress slacks
stretched so tightly over the high round cheekss of my ass.  PERFECT!!
	I was shoving my briefs down into the bin for used paper hand
towels when another of my towering uncles stumbled through the door I'd
forgotten to lock.
	"Howdy, Robbie, what'cha doin,' son?" my uncle Dwayne slurred.
It was obvious he'd downed more than a few.  I knew from past experience
that he probably had a full cooler of beer in the bed of his pick-up.
	"Bin was full. I was jus' making more room, Uncle Dwayne."  I
answered as suspicious eyes followed me out the door.
	I took Mom's mirror back to her as Dawn, one of Amber's friends
dragged me onto the dance floor against my adamant protests.
	"Just move your feet and shake your butt," she advised.  Not
knowing what else to do, I did just that.
	As we danced, we ended up turning until I could see Uncle Dave
over to the side of us.  He was at a back table and sitting alone while he seemed
to be staring right at us.
	Bulging arms laid crossed over his chest, a faraway look carved
into his handsome bearded face.  He slouched down in the chair, long legs
splayed out wide in front of him.  On top of all that, a HUMONGOUS HARD-
ON pressed outward down along his left thigh.
	Though, I was sure his stiff cock was probably from watching
Dawn...I convinced myself it "could" be because of me.  So, I walked over
after the song ended, his eyes following me intently as I approached.
	I hoped to get him to stop ignoring me, and asked if he wanted
anything to drink.  Though I did my best to avoid it, I couldn't keep from
glancind down at the thick cock straining the fabric over it and the mounds
made by his two hefty balls settled just below.
	I was shocked when he said yes and suggested we go together.
	At the drink table, he poured two cokes and then picked them
both up.
	"Come outside with me, I need another smoke.  Let's see if this
joint's gotta pool."
	Though I knew right where the pool was, I followed him silently
as he turned corners.  I noted the stumbles in his gait and general lapses in
balance.
	"Ah hah!  Here we go.."  He announced gruffly as he pushed
through the gate and walked into the deserted pool area.
	Turning, he handed me both plastic cups before bending down,
pulling up one pants leg, and extracting a flask from the shaft of his boot.
	When he straightened, he took and drained half of one coke.
Then, he handed it back to me before unscrewing the cap from the flask.
	He stopped and squinted at me in the dim light, swaying slightly
again.
	"How old are you again, boy?"
	"Seventeen tomorrow." I answered.
	"Well, then..." he took and drained half the other coke before
handing it back, "you're man enough t' share a drink with your uncle."
	He filled both cups up with whatever was in his flask, took one,
and "clinked" it against mine saying, "T' gettin' t' know m' nephew."
	He tipped his drink back as I did the same.  The fiery liquid
burned across my tongue and throat, warmth spreading through my belly as
it went down.  I gasped for air, resisting the urge to cough as he chuckled at
my inexperienced reaction.  I'd snuck a few beers before, but never had a
had a hard drink.  I'd certainly never had one that was half liquor!
	"Y' done good, boy!" he slapped me on the back, almost knock-
ing me over.
	"Now, here's t' you gettin' t' know your uncle!" he toasted and
tipped his drink back again as I attempted to do the same.
	"Okay, let's finish these off and head back."
	I drank mine down as fast as I could stand it, wanting to keep
him happy and spending time with me.
	He headed straight to Dad and Mom once we got back, still
swaying from time to time along the way.  He surprised me by telling them
he was going to have me drive him back to the house as he was tired and
had had a few.
	Dad and Mom were SMASHED!  Laughing, they it was find
and for us to go ahead lock up when we got home.  They announced they'd
decided they might stay at the hotel rather than drive home after drinking so
much.
	On the drive, Uncle Dave stretched out in the passenger seat
and seemed to drift off to sleep.  I drove extra carefully, the drink by the
pool hitting me more and more.

(To be continued)


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