Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2006 07:37:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wooflix <wooflix@yahoo.com>
Subject: Uncle Gunner

This was told to me by a buddy about his real great
uncle - he asked me to help him get it put up on
Nifty, for your one-handed enjoyment. I know I wish I
had had an "Uncle Gunner" of my own, to teach me about
being a man, and manly things.  This story is
copywrited and sole property of the author, and may
not be reproduced without the express consent of the
author.


Uncle Gunner was my grandma's youngest brother. He and
my dad were about the same age. Gunner may have been a
year or two older than dad.

His given name was Otis, but he was given the nickname
"Gunner" because of some hunting habit or incident. I
don't know if i ever knew which.

He was a ruggedly good lookin man. Dr. K of recent car
commercials reminds me a lot of him.
Gunner had dark blond or light brown hair all over his
body except for his nearly bald head. I remember the
first time I saw him without a shirt on how amazed I
was at the thick carpet of fur he had on his chest and
back, it was like a suit of hair. A thick mustache,
bright blue eyes, and a big wide smile that could
brighten up an entire room. He was always joking and
kidding, just a lot of fun to be around.

He was a "man's man" for sure, into hunting and
fishing and camping every chance he got. He had a lot
of friends and was always going off on trips with them
to lakes, rivers and mountains.

After my grand dad died, Gunner bought the family home
and let my grandma stay on there. Gunner worked for
the phone company installing communications lines for
missile defense installations around the major cities
in the north. When we made vacation visits to grandma,
I would sleep in Gunner's room as he was usually gone
during the week due to his work.

The first time I remember seeing Gunner fully naked
was on one of those vacation visits when I was 12
years old. It was the first time I remember seeing a
fully naked adult male other than my dad. My dad was a
stud by any measure, but Gunner was in a category all
by himself. He had gotten up early to shave, shower
and get ready for the day and had not closed his
bathroom door all the way. I saw him standing at the
sink shaving. I thought my dad had a big dick, and was
amazed at the size when I saw dad but then anything
would have appeared big to me at that age.

The hair which covered Gunner's chest and back
continued down the entire length of his body. I felt a
strange sensation stir in my crotch as I just laid
there in bed admiring this handsome masculine man that
was my great uncle. I could not believe the size of
the pecker that Gunner carried between his legs - it
was huge! Even soft it was huge and I could see that
his foreskin had not been cut. I can only describe
Gunner's endowment as the norwegian national salami.
Something that big should a been on a horse for sure.
I later learned the term horsecock and would kid him
about that.

Swinging under that massive meat were two large balls
in a low hanging bag. I could not take my eyes off
this sight. After he was done and gone I got out of
bed and went in to the bathroom and pulled his soiled
briefs from the hamper, took them back to the bed and
buried my face in them, inhaling the manly smells of
sweat and piss and if only by my imagination his cum.

With my face buried in his shorts I jacked off
thinking about my great uncle and his big pecker
having recently been in them.

The summer I was 15 we were on vacation up north for a
couple a weeks. Gunner invited me to spend a few days
with him at his place during the work week. He  had to
work during the day, but we were planning on fishing
and spending time outdoors at the river in the
evenings.

Gunner was a great guy, I loved him more than anyone
else in the family and was excited about spending time
with him. He always had something fun to do thought
up. We both liked to fish and camp so I knew it would
be a great time. We drove up to his place on sunday
afternoon. I had never been there before but knew that
Gunner would have a cool place. I couldn't help but
think I was now a man, one of the guys, because Gunner
wanted me to spend time with him. I remember exactly
what he was wearing on that trip. He always looked
masculine and fit. He had on old faded levis, a
t-shirt and his ball cap and his boots. A collar of
hair bristled up past his collar line, his muscular
chest and arms filled out his t-shirt, and what a
package he had bulging at the crotch. I was excited to
be with him and proud ta be seen with him.

We drank a few beers on the trip. Beer drinkin in a
norwegian family even for teenagers is common and I
looked more mature physically than my 15 years. Gunner
didn't consider drinkin beer and drivin a wrong thing
so long as you didn't do crown chasers until you were
done with the drivin. Gunner let me have as many as I
wanted which was fun and I was gettin loaded. We had
to stop and piss every now and then, but what the
hell, he'd find some side road and pull over and we'd
both take a whizz. I could hardly keep my eyes off his
big ole pecker pourin out piss like it was from a
garden hose.

When we got to his house it was getting dark and we
were both glad to have the trip behind us. The house
was a bachelors place for sure - he wasn't the best
housekeeper. There was lots a stuff stacked around in
groups and piles that probably made sense to him. The
place was acceptably clean just not orderly. He told
me to get us a couple a cold ones from the fridge and
go out to the back porch and he'd be right out.

The back porch was screened in and had some chairs, a
couch, and a couple a tables. an old kerosene lantern
set on one of them. I guessed it was probably for some
light when sitting out there at night. Gunner's house
was a little way outside a medium size town. There
were a few home places along the way but his place set
off by itself in an area surrounded by some woods, so
it provided plenty of privacy and quiet. I heard
Gunner comming through the house cussing about some
goddamn rat had chewed up a good pair of boots. "Gonna
find that fuckin rat and shoot the bastard"

He stormed on to the porch and grabbed his beer and
drank half of it in one gulp it seemed. "Be right
back", he said and went back into the house and came
back in a minute with a new bottle of crown in it's
distinctive purple velvet bag and a couple of shot
glasses. He sat down and poured us each a full to the
brim shot and we downed them. The warm feel of the
shot spread quickly through me and relaxed me even
more. Gunner had put on a pair of his faded old army
gymn shorts and that was all he had on. I think he was
the sexiest man I have ever seen. Handsome face, good
physique, his whole body covered in a thick carpet of
hair, and the gymn shorts weren't able to completely
contain his equipment. I was afraid he'd notice me
lookin or hear my heart beatin hard and fast. He
said,"I got another pair of shorts in there bud if ya
want ta get comfy. I'll get us another beer." I went
into the bedroom to get a pair of shorts, which was
welcome since it was a hot summer day and there was no
air conditioning. I saw Gunner's clothes he had
changed out of laying there on the bedroom floor. I
picked up his damp sweaty briefs and there were piss
stains and skid marks on em. They were still warm from
him wearing them. I picked them up and buried my face
in them and inhaled the intoxicating man musk. I was
hot for smelling his dirty inderwear every chance I
got.

I went back out to the porch and joined Gunner, who
had poured us both another shot of crown. He had lit a
cigar and was puffin away on it. "Want a cigar bud?",
he said holding one out to me. "Sure!" I said.  I
hadn't smoked many cigars at my age, but knew he had
good ones and I was flattered that he thought I was
man enough now to be offered a cigar.

We sat there on the porch for a long time watching the
sun go down and drinking way more than either of us
should.

Gunner, got up and lit the kerosene lantern and sat
back down. It was a good place to be. we both felt
good. we were relaxed and enjoyin the end of the day.

(to be continued)

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