Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2011 15:29:32 -0800 (PST)
From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Discovering Uncle Tip Chapter 1:  How It All Got Started

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Discovering Uncle Tip

How It All Started

	My tongue reached out and caressed the underside of his mushroom-
head.  It jumped in my mouth as I closed my lips tightly and felt something warm
and salty dribble over my tongue.
	Knowing there was no way I could stop at just this, I began to slide
my mouth onto his hardening shaft.  The feel of the soft silky skin over the steel-
hard core made me ache to jack myself off right then and there!
	Still, I wanted more from my first contact with a man.  The fact that
it was a man I both loved and idolized somehow put me more at ease, though I
would have expected the opposite.  Him waking up with his nephew's mouth
slurping over his thick heavy meat suddenly didn't seem to matter.  So, I pushed
forward and buried as much of my uncle's bearish cock in my mouth as it would
take.
	When it hit the back of my throat, I just held it there rolling my tongue
over the satiny surface.  I slid back off  and just looked at that mammoth cock
swaying in front of my face...shiny with a thick layer of my own spit...a strand
still connected to my lips and stretching downward.
	It was so fucking hot, I swooped back down on and pressed it past
the back of my throat and thrust down inside.  I made it all the way to pressing
my nose into the rip in his coveralls till it was nestled in the dense bush of stud-
crotch at the base.
	That's when I noticed it.
	Uncle Tip wasn't going commando as I'd assumed.  Gathered against
the other side of his cock and balls was a jock that'd been pulled to the side to
leave his hefty tool and balls to swing free.  Suddenly I was transported back in
time to when Uncle Tip had stayed at the house for a weekend to keep an eye
on the ranch and me while my parents went on a little second honeymoon.
		I had five uncles and three aunts on mom's side of the
family...country bumpkin rednecks all of them.  Tip (I still don't know his real
name, though I've asked), Lloyd, Dwayne, Buck, and Junior were my uncles.
Most of them were wiry, rangy types kept slim by working their small family
ranches with their wives and children.  All except for Tip who was built like a
towering linebacker.
	He was also kind of the black sheep of the family.  He was the only
brother of mom's who didn't get married and go right into ranching.  I always
figured he'd never settled down and married because no woman had the patience.
He dated a couple women in town over the years, but that never lasted long.  He
was the gruffest and most obnoxious of the uncles.  Though he spoke the softest
in his family of rowdy ranchers, he spoke the deepest.  Everyone took notice of
what he said, no matter how quietly he said it.  Uncle Tip also somehow managed
to piss someone in the family off at each and every get together with his arrogant
swaggering attitude, and it didn't endear him with the family that he drank like a fish.
	However, working on cars, trucks, and farm equipment all day left him
with a linebacker's build that set him apart from the rest of his siblings.  No sissy
gym-built body, just hard work and heavy lifting packing the muscle on him.  He
was the oldest and the tallest at 6'4."  As a kid, he seemed like a giant to me.
Unlike his brothers whose wives made them stay clean-shaven with clean-cut
hair, Uncle Tip wore his hair and beard long and more biker-styled.  He was
the only man in town with a motorcycle though, so it somehow seemed right
on him.
	Me, I was built like the rest of the family.  Still a blond toe-head,
though everyone said that wouldn't last much longer, and lean like dad and my
other uncles.  5'11" and not done with growing into adulthood, I played baseball
and ran track.  I just wasn't built for football, and we were too small a town for
a swimming or tennis team.
	So, he was kind of an idol to me...the kind of low-spoken bad-boy
I'd love to grow up to be.
	I had been an ecstatic fifteen year old when he'd agreed to watch
me and the ranch while mom and dad took that weekend to go out of town on
a kind of second honeymoon vacation.
	The first night he was there and had gone into the shower, I'd waited
outside the door until I heard the shower curtain close.  Then, I slowly and silently
turned the doorknob before easing the door ajar.  Though the shower curtain was
clear, it was all steamed up.  So, I eased the door a bit farther as my curious
teenage ass tried to get a good look at my uncle.
	All too quickly, he was finished showering and slid the curtain to the
side while reaching for  a towel.  I was treated to the sight of his wet hairy body
and impressive cock and balls slapping against him as his body jerked from side
to side with the vigorous toweling of his hair.  I was staring in rapt fascination at
his swinging meat and balls when he dropped the towel to his chest, and seemed
to look right at the door.  Scared, I pulled back..but, did keep watching as he
went back to drying off.  He seemed to take a long time with being careful to
dry every inch of his towering physique.  As he reached to wrap the towel around
his waist, I dashed off to my bedroom to act like I was working on my homework.
	He sauntered into my room coming to stand next to me at my desk.
Damp heat still rose from his skin as he asked, "Whatcha doin,' champ?"
	"Aw, just homework, Uncle Tip."  I turned my head to him meaning
to look up at his face.  Instead, my eyes froze at his crotch.  He'd knotted the
towel so it was open just off the side of his bellybutton, leaving a two to three
inch vertical gap exposing his balls and half the width of his cock as it hung
down toward the floor.  There was no mistaking it was longer and plumper
than while he had toweled off.  I wondered even more now if he'd seen me
through the crack in the door.  What was going on here?
	"Sooooo..." he stretched thrusting his hips forward lifting his arms
above his head and giving me an unobstructed view of his fat cock which flexed
as he stretched...pushing the towel out and away from his humid low-hangers,
"what sounds good for dinner?"
	Fuck!  My mind was swimming as my
mouth went dry.
	"Um...uhhhhh...well..." hell, my eyes were still glued to his cock as
I tried to form an answer, "anything's fine.  Burgers, sandwiches...anything."
	"Okay, Donahue, join me in the kitchen when you're done." He
always remarked he thought I looked like Troy Donahue, though I had no idea
who that was.  My name is Joey, but he insisted on calling me Donahue or Don
whenever he was around.  He put his hand on the shoulder opposite me and
pulled into hug against his thigh for a second before he sauntered back out of
my room.
	Later when I went into the kitchen, he was sprawled back in a chair
at the table reading the newspaper and smoking his pipe.  He was naked except
for a pair of tighty-whities.  However, he was wearing them in a way I'd never
seen or considered.  Instead of the fly being closed, his cock and balls had been
pulled through the opening and were only partially covered by the outside flap.
The edge of his fat meat all the way to the head and one ball were completely
out in the open and framed by the white cotton.
	I just stood there transfixed.  I wasn't attracted to guys, but tonight,
my hormones were busting through the roof looking at my uncle!!!  And, the
way he was exposing himself as if he was unaware of it left me staring instead
of turning away as I normally would have.  What had started as mere curiosity,
was turning into something much much more.
	He balanced the open newspaper on his chest and let go of it with
one hand, his face still hidden from view behind it, and reached down to
half-scratch/half-massage his equipment.  Slowly, more of his balls spilled out
and his cock twisted itself out into the open air as well.  He then adjusted some
of it back inside, but now the cotton flap only covered half his heavy member
down to the piss slit.  Then, he closed the paper to turn the page and noticed
me standing there.
	"Hey, champ, ready for dinner?" he grinned as he folded the paper
and stood.
	"Um, yeah," I managed to gulp, "dinner sounds good."
	"Great, I found meatloaf and mashed potatoe leftovers in the fridge,"
he said as he went over to it and opened the door, "how 'bout that for t'night and
we'll grill burgers outside tomorrow night."
	"Sound great, Uncle Tip, I'll set the table."
	After we ate and talked about what to get done the next day, we
went into the living room to watch tv.  Uncle Tip said he never watched tv, so
I could pick anything I wanted as he was just going to read the newspaper
some more.  I picked a movie I had no interest in and settled on the floor with
my back against a chair.  From that angle, I spent more of my time looking at
his half-exposed breeding tools than at the movie.
	Before long, my dick was aching so bad and had been hard so long,
I HAD to go beat off.  So, I said I was tired and hitting the hay, and headed off
to bed.
	My door was half open and I neither closed it all the way or opened
it before I started getting undressed.  As I leaned over to untie my shoes, I saw
a shadow cover the light coming in through the opening at the hinges of the door.
Shit, Uncle Tip was spying on ME now!
	The thought that he MIGHT be even a little as curious or turned on
about me as I'd been about him made me even hotter!
	I shucked my jeans and drawers in one move and stood to show
off my teenage wood jutting out in front of me.  For some reason, I still don't
know why, I left my baseball cap and t-shirt on as I dropped onto my back in
bed.  I stared up at the ceiling and began nervously putting on my show.  I
thought about what I wished I could watch him do, and began to do the same...
slowly stroking my dick with just my fingertips.
	Seeing the shadow still there out of the corner of my eye and knowing
Uncle Tip was still watching me, really got me going.  Soon, I was pounding my
own meat and stretching my balls.  I spread my legs wide as I knew I was going
to blow much quicker than usual, and forgot for a second I was being watched.
I slid the hand on my balls and slipped it down inside the cleft in my ass.  I began
stroking my butthole while I jerked off...something I did pretty often.  Through
half-shut eyes, I stole a glance at the doorway again and swore I could see a
fast movement going on halfway up the shadow.  The idea my uncle might be
beating off as he watched me, sent me over the edge.  I shoved one finger up
inside my hole, something I had NOT ever done before, and began shooting
my teenage load over my head and onto the wall behind me...across my face...
and down my chest and belly as the intensity subsided.
	As I relaxed off my raging climax, I glanced over and saw the shadow
was now gone.  I drifted off to sleep on top of the sheets, and didn't wake till
morning.
	The next morning Uncle Tip was just finishing breakfast as I stumble
into the kitchen and everything was back to normal as if last night had all been in
my imagination.  We spent the day getting the chores done and returned to the
house as the sun was setting.
	"You wanna shower first, cowboy, and I'll start the charcoal on the
grill?"
	"Sure, Uncle Tip."  And, I headed off.
	I finished my shower and pulled open the curtain to grab a towel.
As I did, I swear I saw the bathroom door pull all the way closed.  I knew I'd
shut it completely, because started regretting that after I'd gotten in the shower.
Heck, it could have just been my eyes playing tricks on me, though.
	After tossing on a pair of gym shorts and foregoing underwear I
wandered into the backyard.
	At the sound of the patio door, Uncle Tip turned around from the
grill.  He'd stripped down to just his jeans...his boots, socks, and t-shirt were
piled on the patio table.  His jeans were just barely hanging on to his ass.  With
the top three buttons popped open on his levis, the nest of wiry dark red crotch
hair spilled out and the thick base of his cock was visible as he faced me.
	Seeing my stare he looked down and then back up chuckling, "Yeah,
I started gettin' ready for my shower while you were still in there.  I'm gonna jump
in.  The charcoal's doin' fine so you don't really need t' keep an eye on it while I'm
gone."
	I gave him a minute as my dick was starting to firm up before I took
him at his workd and quietly padded down the hallway.
	As I got to the door, it was already cracked open a couple inches
instead of closed like last time.  I moved closer and peered inside.
	This time, Uncle Tip was in the shower again...but, with the curtain
only pulled half closed.  He hadn't tuned on the lights above the mirror and only
had the red heat lamp going though it was early summer.
	I moved closer to see in the dimmer light, my nose pressed right up
against the door frame.  I stared in side as he soaped up his tall muscled physique...
the soap in that dense body-hair turning it into a mass of bubbly ringlets.  Sexy
as all hell!  God, I wished looking at him that I grew up to look just like him.  He
was a fucking stud from hell !!!!
	His hands were circling his chest as one dropped to his crotch and
squeezed a huge handful of cock and balls forward.  Encircled like that they
seemed to swell proudly forward.  The thumb and forefinger of the hand on his
chest reached for the opposite nipple and squeezed as the other hand wrapped
around is lengthening cock!  He leaned back against the wall and began lazily
stroking his long thick cock.  Then, he straightened up and pulled the curtain all
the way open and looked across into the mirror.
	I couldn't take it any more and pulled my own dick out of the leg of
my shorts.  I watched him as he watched himself...caressing and squeezing his
muscles, twisting his nipple, and stroking his cock in the mirror.  His stroking
quickened and suddenly he turned into the shower spray,  I could see his ass
flexing and push forward as he shot his load.
	At the same time, my own began to spew and splash on the door.
As I looked down, I saw my own shadow and realized the hallway light and
darker bathroom had left me framed in light the whole time.
	Uncle Tip rinsed off in the blink of an eye and reached for a towel
as my eyes widened in the realization I only had seconds to avoid getting caught....
so, I just ran outside yanking my shorts down over my own messy dick.  Shit,
would he say anything?  Would he tell my parents?  Wait, though, hadn't he
spied on me as well the night before?  I was so confused and scared, I didn't
know what to think.
	He came out onto the patio in a towel knotted identically to the night
before.  And, the night went almost exactly as the night before except that Uncle
Tip never changed out of the towel.  Well, that and as he read his paper in front
of the tv...I slipped my sticky cock back out of my shorts and stroked as I
stared at his exposed cock and balls.  From time to time he shifted his weight,
reached down and scratched, or went to re-light his pipe...each time causing
his cock and balls to roll and shift seductively in his lap.
	Before I knew it, I was coming again.  I used the other hand to cup
over my thigh so I didn't shoot across the room.  As I was catching my breath
and trying to smear it around subtly, I almost swear I heard a chuckle and saw
his shoulders rise and fall.  It was then I realized that from the space between
the bottom of the paper and his belly, the man had a bird's eye view of me from
the chest down!
	I went beet red, jumped up and ran out of the room saying I was
heading to bed.  Three was a bit of a laugh in his voice when he said, "'night,
champ !" as I almost ran down the hallway to my bedroom.
	Afterward when I was falling into an exhausted sleep, I began to
wonder if Uncle Don would remember what happened..I mean, with his drinking
and all.  And more than that, I couldn't decide whether I'd rather he did or didn't!