Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2007 00:13:00 -0400
From: The Enlightened One <wasted_buddha@hotmail.com>
Subject: Keeping It In The Family: My Uncles Part 1
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction and not
meant for readers who are not of the legal age in their
state or country. This contains man-on-man sexual content
if you are offended please don't read. It also contains
sex between older and younger family members so if you are
still offended then you shouldn't still be reading. I hope
you'll support Nifty and keep it going! The story is
partially true mostly fiction but in my head it's all good.
Enjoy!
My Uncles Part 1
I just sat and gazed at the marvelous specimen of
manly goodness standing in front of me, well there was more
than one. Three beautiful men stood around talking and
laughing as if they were brothers . oh wait they were
brothers. How do I know this about them you ask?
They're my uncles. The three most gorgeous,
sexy, married and completely straight brothers from my
dad's
side. I have always loved the men in my family, ever
since my older cousin let me play with his enormous cock
when I was 9 I have known that I would fall for the men in
my family, and boy did I fall hard.
These three men, Johnny, Alex and Sajan were my dad's three
youngest brothers and 3 out of the 7 men in my dad's family.
They all lived in the suburbs of NYC and had been there for
over 20 years, long enough to raise three kids each. I
don't know when I fell in love with them, but I've always
loved Sajan a lot more than most of my uncles and
sometimes even more than my dad. He used to live with us
when I was a toddler and the earliest memory I have of any
of my family other than my parents and sis was of him.
Just walking along a rice paddy in Kerala, which is the
southern most state in India, hand in hand and having a
great time. He was the youngest of all the kids so I always
connected well with him, I could say things and get away
with it, do things and just have him chase me around
rather than having a slipper flung at my head, I just loved
Saj-cha (short for achayan, which is an honorific that
means older brother/uncle). He was in his mid 40s around
6', 190-200lbs with a slight beer belly that grew bigger or
smaller depending on how stressed he was. With a full head
of jet black hair, a stunning moustache (which ALL of the
older men have) and smile that could kill, Saj-cha was
sex personified in my books.
Johnny-cha was the born before Sajan and was the
strictest mofo in our entire family. He scared all the
kids into being disciplined, even though they all were
strict. I don't know why I have feelings for a tyrant like
him, but I love his face, the way he smiles, those piercing
looks when you do something wrong, and the bone-crushing
handshakes and hugs I guess I just loved that about him. He
was also mid-40's just under 6', 160 lbs lean and muscley
with a slight beer belly that was growing with time. His
eyelids drooped a little, making him look like he was
constantly bored or sleepy but I thought they were sexy.
Alex-cha was a different story, ever since I slept in
the same bed as him when I was in Florida for my cousin's
engagement I figured I had feelings for him that I didn't
have before. He was also pretty laid back with me and I
liked being around him, he was the comedian of the bunch.
Alex-cha was almost 50 maybe over, around my height which
is 5'9-ish, around 160 lbs fit with a beer belly and a
receding hairline that made him really hot!! I loved all
three of my uncles and knew that they were so far out of
my reach that I should just jerk-off about them and keep
my secret locked away forever. Little did I know that
things were about to change ... really quickly. Ok if you
want to know about me then here goes, I'm 5'9-ish, 230 lbs
(yeah a bit heavy with a few rolls of fat but I've been
bigger and 230 is pretty amazing for someone who hit 295
in grade 11) black short hair and eyes, glasses (cuz I'm
quite blind), full beard that I've had since I was 17,
now I'm 21. A good coating of hair all over my chest,
back, legs, arms and a thick pubic bush.
I was in NYC to see the family since we haven't seen
them all in a while and since all my other uncles, aunts
and cousins were in town we had a family barbeque which is
customary during the summer. My family from Philly, DC and
Florida were there, not to mention us coming down all the
way from Toronto. It was an awesome time, we just
mingled, caught up and I mostly ran away from the 16
cousins, nephews and nieces on parade, who were trying
to make me wear lipstick . yay? These three uncles lived no
less than 30 secs from each other, Sajan moving in to a
house whose yard was separated by a small thicket with
Alex-cha's earlier this summer and Johnny lived across the
street. Now if more than 4 men were present at any get
together cards would be brought out and any Mallu mans
favourite game would be played, 54 . or was it 52? Either
way I had no fucking idea how to play it nor did I care,
but with so many people present they needed more than a
single deck of cards.
"Hey wanna come over and help me look for a deck of
cards?" Saj-cha asked popping his head into the bedroom the
kids and I has usurped.
"Why? Don't you guys have enough? I swear there were 3
packs in the house." I countered, extricating myself from
the jumble of giggling children.
"Well the girls took a pack, the boys are playing
poker upstairs and we're left with one, so I'm just running
over to get a pack."
"Ok well I'll come. I haven't seen the house yet
might as well give me the tour then."
"Let's all go!!!" the kids cried hurriedly leaping off
the bed and running to the door.
"NO!! You all stay here, we're just going and coming
plus you need to help out here, we're still expecting more
people." Saj-cha scolded. The kids protested but he put his
foot down and we set off in our sandals. We cut through
the thicket of trees that separated the two yards and made
our way to the house.
"Do you know where the cards are?" I queried.
"Nope! Some things are still in boxes after the move,
that's why I asked you to help, if the kids came then it
would be chaos and they would create another mess for your
aunt to clean up!" he chuckled flashing me that smile of
his. Holy fuck, what I wouldn't give to get into those
pants again.
Now I have to mention that I am a night-troller,
meaning that when people are sleeping I work my hands into
their pants and get my kicks. I have fondled, sucked or
jerked 90% of the men in my family, including my dad. So
I have seen, touched and tasted his and Alex-cha's cock
before. I have never actually been in the same bed as
Johnny-cha so I've never felt his cock before but I have
seen the family jewels and did they look delicious.
But anyways back to the story, we entered through the
side door leading into the garage and started going through
boxes that were lying around the two cars. Here I was all
alone with Saj-cha and all I did was drink in the sight of
this hunk of a man. His shirt was open past the 4th button
as it was kinda warm out there and his slacks hugged his
enormous and firm ass snugly. His muscular arms pulsated
when he lifted the boxes and sweat dripped from his
forehead freely in the warm garage. I pretended to look
through the boxes, not wanting to end this moment, and I
stumbled across 2 decks of cards. Just my luck! Frustrated
I lifted the box and was about to tell Saj-cha when he
turned around and knelt
down going through another box and from that angle I could
see his hairy pecs and his amazing dark chocolate,
quarter-sized nipples and his treasure trail leading into
his pants. I set the box down, looked at it and then
piled boxes that I had "gone through" on top of it
and shrugged as he looked at me enquiringly. He
straightened his back to ease the discomfort and I crossed
the garage and mopped his sweaty brow.
"Thanks. Why can't we seem to find those cards?" he
asked looking slightly frustrated.
"I don't know but I'll let you know when I find them.
Want a drink?" I asked as I walked over to the small fridge
and opened it. I grabbed a cold bottle of water and walked
back to him as I he rummaged through another box. I
quietly stuck the cold bottle against the back of his
neck making him jump. He gave me a mischievous smile
and grabbed the bottle from my hand taking a big gulp. I
moved around to face him and looked him up and down while
he leaned his head back and took another sip. What I saw
shocked me, there he was in his sweaty glory and his fly was
open and he was commando. Now that never happens with
a mallu (Malayalee, that's what people from Kerala are
called mallu for short) man they always wear underwear,
this was a great surprise. My semi-hard cock now sprung
to full attention as I gazed hungrily at the outline of
his beautiful cock. I quickly looked away as he passed me
the bottle and I took a swig keeping an eye on his fly. He
got up and stretched his legs and back and I took another
good look at him and his semi-open fly. It was getting
dark quickly and still warm as hell, but I didn't mind. Now
what do I do, should I tell him or not? My mind raced
quickly and I settled on a solution that I knew I would
regret. I tossed the empty bottle in the recycling bin and
took a step closer to him, he looked down at me with a
curious look. I looked him in the eye, smiled at him,
reached out and took a hold of his fly.
"What the.." was all he could muster as his expression
did not hide his confusion. I held on tight as he started
to back away and hooked my finger under where his belt
buckle was and slowly zipped him up. The way I held the
zipper allowed me to graze his cock and run through his
pubes. He jumped slightly and kept looking at me and I
kept smiling back but not as if I was laughing at him, but
more like I was enjoying it and sent out the message that
I'd rather be unzipping him. As I stopped I still held on
and kept looking at him, not smiling now but trying to
gauge his reaction. I shifted my weight from one leg to the
other and somehow I became off balance and fell forward
into his chest and my crotch ground into his leg, with my
boner pressing hard under his balls. Now my expression
changed, he hadn't moved, said or done anything, I was
expecting to be pushed away or slapped or yelled at with a
look of pure disgust . but it never came.
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More to come soon, I know it was a lot of reading
with little to no action or description but use your minds
for now and please wait for the next part. Any feedback
can be sent to wasted_buddha@hotmail.com.