Date: Wed, 21 Feb 2007 12:16:20 -0000
From: Jason Bleaney <meetdiceslider@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Uncle The Gardener

After leaving high school on time and walking home, my Dad called my mobile
to say my Uncle Gavin was waiting in the front yard to cut our lawns in the
back.  Mum or Dad weren't home from work and Uncle Gavin totally forgot to
take a key to open the gate through to the back.

Uncle Gavin had talked my Dad into letting him cut the lawns and just do
basic maintenance as he'd recently started out in his own gardening
business, those ones like `Jim's Mowing' that visit you once a month.  Dad
was competent enough to do it himself, but Gavin has always had a rough
trot in life and this seemed the first time that Gavin had actually done
something constructive for himself.

Dad admittedly he had let the backyard grow out of control, and my brother
and I would've mowed it ourselves so we could play backyard cricket, so I
was kind of happy to get Gavin over.

I ran down the street towards my house, and it was a typical stinking hot
Australian summer day so I was only in shorts and a t-shirt.  I got to our
driveway and Gavin was sitting under the verandah trying to keep cool.

"Well, well, it's little Michael finally home.  How are ya mate?" said
Gavin, pretty pleased to see me.  "I'm great Unc, bit hot though eh?"
"Yep, I think you should let me in a grab a drink and cool off a bit before
I start on the backyard" "Sure thing, but Dad said not to give you a beer
til you're done" I sniggered to him, and that got a grin out of Gavin too,
knowing that we all knew him well enough to get your reward before doing
the hard work.

I stood in the kitchen, and watched my uncle sit himself on the bench and
memories of once seeing him asleep in my bed in his jocks one drunken night
with Dad came flooding back.  He had nowhere to sleep and ended up in my
double bed at 4am, when I'd been asleep hours earlier.  He is the man I
wank about when I sleep at night.  He was sitting there looking like a true
gardener man...  Khaki cap, an open khaki shirt and well worn khaki shorts,
and big workmans boots to complete it.  Kind of like what poor old Steve
Irwin would wear.  Though Gavin was different.  He had the thickest of
gingery-brown chest hair, and that hair marched down his arms and legs.  It
seemed so thick in patches that you couldn't see skin.  He had a big, beefy
goatee beard and a good five days growth around that.  He was about my
height, say 5'9, and a good stocky, nuggety build.

He'd never had a recent girlfriend, though he was with a woman many years
ago my Dad tells me.  He's nothing like my Dad in looks, as my Dad is quite
hairless and tall.

But seeing my uncle like this on the kitchen bench really showed off his
well worn bulge in his shorts.  I felt myself getting a boner, so quickly I
took him a drink.

"Thanks Mikey.  Looks like the yard is growing out of control out there,
you boys haven't been playing much cricket I bet" "Nah just been waiting
for you Unc" "What me to play cricket with you?  I'm shit at cricket" "Well
maybe we can test the yard once ya done" "Maybe"

With that, Gavin set off outside, unloaded his trailer and went about
whipper-snipping the big overgrown patches.

Gavin would be in his late thirties, but I've never asked, never needed to.
I'm in my last year of high school and just had my 16th birthday a few
weeks ago.  Gavin bought me a really cool Adidas backpack that I use every
single bloody day.

He'd finished whipper-snipping and took out the lawnmower.  I was looking
out the kitchen window when I saw Gavin throw his head back and looked to
be wincing in pain.  I ran out there.

"What's wrong Unc?"  He looked in quite some pain.  "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!...
I must have hit a stone under the grass and I've copped it full bore into
me leg!"

I looked at his leg and fair dinkum he copped it right at the top of his
leg, just under the line of where his shorts ended.  Blood was readily
streaming out and down his inner thigh, gently dripping and weaving through
his corduroy like leg hair.

"Mate, I gotta sit down, I can't handle blood" he says.  I found it odd
that a burly bloke like my uncle would wince at the sight of blood, but he
was looking unstable on his feet.  I managed to get him inside where the
air-conditioning was on, and grabbed a chair from the dining table and he
sat down.

"Shit, it hurts a bit, Mikey please mate get rid of this blood, I'll pass
out if I hafta look at it again".  So I ran down the hall and grabbed a
decent wad of toilet paper.  I went down on my knees between his legs...

"Uncle, I can't get to the wound, it's kinda in ya shorts, can you take
them off?"  "yeah sure, but I can't look eh"

I pulled off his boots and kinda felt the thick hair on his legs
deliberately as I did.  Instantly my cock sprang to life, and I was only
wearing footy shorts so I prayed he wouldn't look.  He managed to lift his
arse off the chair enough to slightly pull his shorts down and then I
realised he was wearing no jocks, no underwear at all.

"Aw I'm sorry mate, wish I had some jocks on, you don't need to see my
cock" "Nah it's alright Unc, just don't look at the blood"

I started mopping up the blood and was loving every minute.  If it could be
at all possible, he was even hairier around his crotch.  His balls looked
like a massive hairy mound and under all that hair seemed to be two very
heavy set balls.  His cock was flaccid, but kinda thick and uncut with
enough foreskin to cover the head.  I kept wiping and then the blood was
pretty much gone.

"The blood is gone Unc, but I think we need to put some Dettol on the
wound.  I'd say to put a band-aid on but I don't think it would stick coz
you are so hairy there" "Yeah damn bloody hair, wish I wasn't so hairy"
"Hmmm, I wish I was!"  "Trust me Mikey, it's a hassle, you wouldn't want
it"

At 16, I wasn't really hairy, well not yet.  I had really hairy legs and
balls, and a trail going down my chest to my belly-button.  I was convinced
I would grow to be a hairy bloke.

I ran down the hall to the bathroom and grabbed the Dettol and some cotton
wool.  When I came back Gavin was now unbuttoning his shirt.  I have never
seen such a thick forest of ginger hair before, so I thought myself lucky
that I kinda tucked my throbbing and now wet cock into my jocks in a way
that you couldn't see it.

I started dabbing away at what was left of the wound, and cheekily rubbed
the back of my hand against his balls as I wiped.  After a little while,
his cock was timidly pulsing, the first rushes of blood starting to fill
his penis before the full erection process starts.  Just as it sprang a
little, Gavin covered it with his hand.

"You Ok Unc?"  "Ummm, yeah mate, look um... I'm sorry, what ya doing there
kind of tickles and I have a little embarrassment growing if you know what
I mean" "That's ok, I get that all the time" "Do ya?  Well I shouldn't be
getting aroused from being cleaned up ya know" "I know".  I felt brave and
could now see what was growing in behind his hand was too big for his hand
to cover.  A thick, glorious skin covered cock was poking out of the side.

"Unc?"  "What?"  "Let it go" "What!?"  "Ya cock, let it go, I wanna see it"

He looked ashamed but it sprung out and nearly hit me in the face.  Without
thought or reason, I placed my mouth on it and already he had a wet pool of
precum in the foreskin.

He moaned and relaxed a little in the chair, meanwhile, my cock was quite
obviously tenting my footy shorts, and a mass of a wet patch had formed
across the front of them.

I ran my hands up his downy hairy belly, while I sucked him and felt him
grow that little bit more in my mouth.

This is when he stood up, and I was still on my knees and I wasted no time
in feeling just how hirsute his arse was.

"Stick a finger in there" says Unc.  I was totally surprised but I did it.
It felt like heaven, the crack was like really firm to get through, yet so
soft and laden with hair.

By now I had to stand up and I looked at my Unc in the eye, "Do you wanna
go to my bedroom?"  "Yeah mate, there's something I want you to do"

I walked behind him down the hall to my room, and my cock jumped at now
seeing his back was just as hairy as his front, and I was in blokey
paradise.

He turned to me and yanked my footy shorts down with such gusto that my
cock slapped hard up against my belly, leaving a thread of precum yawning
in between.  Now with Unc standing upright, his cock was a proud and thick
six inches long, and his balls looked like they had tightened, which made
his hairy sack look even hairier.

I started wanking his cock and he started wanking mine.  I had to pull away
from him coz I was too close to cumming, and was scared that it would end
too early.

"Ok Mikey, this is our little secret, but mate you are growing into a
fuckin' awesome bloke and you got a cock like mine.  I want you to fuck me
with it"

Again he shocked me.  I'm sure now he's gay, or sleeping with guys isn't a
first time for him.  He's right about the cock though, ours looked pretty
similar.  Mine is just on six inches, really thick and I have a big banana
curve in mine which touches my belly when I'm standing up straight, though
I seem to have more foreskin than him.

Unc eyes off some hand lotion on my bedroom floor, quickly squeezes some
onto my cock and tells me to lay flat on my back.  I do this, and he climbs
over me and wants to sit on my cock while I look at his masculine, woofy
body.

I reckon I was inside his hairy crevice for all of two seconds before I
cum, I just couldn't help it.  The thought of all that hair and my cock
ploughing through it to his manly hole was simply too much.  I bucked about
on the bed, though Unc's weight seemed to keep me in control.

I didn't realise but I had been wanking his cock while mine stayed fully
erect in his arse, and then without warning, he exploded across my belly,
throwing his arms back to expose his deep and hairy armpits.

I want more.  Lots more.

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