Date: Wed, 1 Jul 2009 16:59:57 -0600
From: ilovemylife_1@hotmail.com
Subject: Uncle Mike

You must be of legal age to read this story. If you will be offended by
reading explicit material involving gay sex, then read no further.

Hey, my name is Sean. I hadn't always known I was, well, gay. I had a few
years of confusing, when I thought that it was "natural" to like the male
"anatomy" so much. My favorite part about school was ogling over my gym and
science teachers, who just so happened to be men. I had witnessed female
nudity from women that were smokin' hot, but honestly I did not have so
much as a wiggle down in my pants. It became obvious to myself that I was
gay by time I was about seventeen. I knew it was not a choice, a disease,
or a sin. All I knew is that it was what me.. me.

I finally graduated from high school, and summer was coming around the
corner. I was invited by my uncle to go watch a couple NASCAR races while
they were being held in Portland. Unfortunately I was not up for driving
400 miles round-trip to go see races, so he said I could crash at his place
for the entire week, and let's just say that it was a week that I will
never forget.

I had never had any sexual thoughts about anyone in my family but my uncle
Mike... there were so many things that I loved about him. I loved his face,
his eyes, his smile, his sense of humor, and his clothing. I never had the
pleasure of seeing him naked before I stayed at his house for the week, but
the thing I loved the most about him was his body. He often concealed it
with his clothing, but whenever we would go to the beach, he would go
shirtless and wear khaki shorts, and sometimes a pair of red swimming
trunks that went up well past his knees. Most med above the age of forty
that would go shirtless at the beach are fat lards, but he was quite the
opposite. He had a beefy frame, monstrous biceps, a gorgeous hairy chest,
and overall well developed muscles all over his body. He was not completely
ripped, but you could tell that he had a LOT of muscle under his skin. He
had dark brown hair and brown eyes, just like me. He had well defined jaw
with somewhat profound cheek bones. He was a complete and udder heartthrob!

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As I pulled up to his house, which was located about three blocks from
downtown Portland, a feeling joy suddenly overcame me. I was happy that I
was going to get to spend the week with him. He was never married, and he
never had any kids, or so much as a girlfriend to my knowledge. The idea of
him being a homosexual was a very big possibility, but the idea of him
complying with incest was another.

I walked out of my car and walked up to his door. I knocked twice. I waited
for about twenty seconds. I knocked twice again, and once again waited for
about twenty seconds. I knocked for a third time, and I heard some
jostling, and a door being slammed, and he finally scrambled to the door.

"Your early!" Uncle Mike said in excitement.

"You know me, I just wanted to do a bit of high speed driving in
preparation for watching it all week long!" I said jokingly. I noticed that
he was in a somewhat tight fitting shirt, and that he was wearing black
sweatpants, which seemed to be hiding what looked like the biggest bulge
had ever seen. I was sure that he was jacking off, and that it what he was
fumbling around before he could answer the door.

"Well come in!" He said. "You have been here before, so you know where
everything is. You can sleep on the couch or you can sleep in the guest
room, I don't care either way."

"Alright." I replied.

"Well you caught me at an awkward moment, I just woke up, so I am going to
take a shower." He said.

"Okay, then I am going to unpack a little." I said back.

"Alright, see you when I get out." He replied. He walked into his bathroom,
and shut the door, which was followed by the typical click you hear when
the bathroom door is locked. He turned on the fan, and then the showed a
second later.

I immediately threw my duffle bag on the couch and crept over in to his
room. The door was shut, I slowly turned the knob and walked right in. I
had to be very quiet because his house was entirely hardwood, so there was
no carpet to muffle the noises I made. I wanted to know once and for all
what he was doing, and if he really was jacking off, I wanted to know what
it was to.

I looked to my left and I saw a computer, which was still running, and the
monitor was shut off. I walked over and sat in his chair. As I reached out
to turn it on, I noticed a bottle of lotion which was opened. It was from
this point that I knew he was jacking off, but I had to find out what he
was jacking off to.

I reached towards the lower right side of the screen and pressed the silver
button with the universal power symbol on it. I was the one who had given
him the computer and all of its accessories, so I was familiar with how
they worked. The monitor flickered on, and I was welcomed by a welcome
screen.

I clicked on his user account to log in to the computer, but I was stopped
dead in my tracks when I found out I had to enter a password. The hint read
"The password is the name of my favorite nephew." I typed in my name, and
the computer logged in.

Eventually I was able to open up internet explorer and I viewed the
history, and clicked on the latest link titled "www.lovethecock.com."
Before the page even loaded I closed the browser, clapped my hands once,
laid back in the chair, and thought "I KNEW IT." I was not looking in a
mirror, but I knew I had a smile on my face so big that it was scary.

I knew that he was gay, and I knew that I was his favorite nephew. I was is
complete awe. My dick was getting hard just knowing that this man was gay,
but that did not mean he would let me at least give him a blowjob.. would
it? I at least wanted to see the guy naked, but I knew I only had a few
minutes to try to peek at him while he was in the bathroom. He had an
opaque white shower curtain, so I only had a small bridge of time - the few
sweet seconds he will be totally naked walking from the shower to the towel
rack. I covered up the tracks I left in his room, closed the door, and
walked in to the kitched. On my way I noticed that was about a one and a
half in gay between the floor and the bottom of the door to his bathroom.

I remembered a scene in a movie in which a man used a butcher knife as a
mirror and angled it under a door to peer inside. I took the biggest and
shiniest knife from his cutlery set and walked to his bathroom door, and
laid myself on the floor. I angled the knife, and I had a direct view
towards the shower - I was set.

I waited for what seemed like an eternity. Finally the water shut off. It
seemed like the slower the water fell, the faster my heart beat. The
curtain was pulled to the left, and his naked body was finally unveiled to
my eyes. My jaw dropped in awe, and my eyes open wider than they ever had
for what I was seeing. He stepped out of the shower one foot at a time, his
gorgeous fat, cut, long cock gently swaying from left to right, and his
balls slapping against his thighs. He walked to the towel rack, grabbed a
towel, and wrapped it around his waist. Instead of taking the knife out,
and putting it away, I continued to watch. As he turned towards the sink,
he looked straight down at the door. He caught me.

Evidently choosing the shiniest knife was a bad idea. The reflection of his
huge dick, and sopping wet body may have been cleared, but it reflected
light from the ceiling right in to his eyes. We had direct contact through
the reflection of the knife. My heart stopped. This was the

moment of truth. Was he really gay, will he at least fuck me once? Will he
tell my parents? Will he yell at me, or send me home?

After waiting for what seemed to be forever, he slowly raised his right
hand, circumducting his forearm so his palm was facing up. He clenched all
but his index finger and he gave what seemed like the "come over here" hand
gesture. My heart pounded like crazy! My unlocked the door, and stood
there. He wanted me to walk in. I pulled the knife out from under the door,
sat it to my right, stood on my knees, opened the door, stood on my feet,
and walked in the bathroom, and shut the door behind me.

"What were you doing?" He asked.

"Trying some Indian method of sharpening blades that I read off the
internet." I said, flashing him a huge smile.

"I am so damn lucky you have that smile." He said while crossing his
arms. He had a smug look on his face.

"Why is that?" I said.

He dropped the towel concealing his huge manhood to his feet. "Because that
mouth gets to suck this dry."

Without a word, I stepped forward, dropped to my knees. I was eye level
with his dick.

"It is about nine inches when it is hard. If you can take it, I would not
mind fucking that ass of yours a few times before you have to leave next
Monday." Uncle Mike said.

"I wouldn't mind either." I replied.

"Well what are you waiting for--" before he could finish that statement I
had already started.. or at least tried.

I grabbed on to the base of his dick and was amazed to see that about three
inches was still left. I slowly rubbed my tongue against the head. I let go
of his penis and tried to fit the head in my mouth but I had trouble
getting more than an inch of two of it in.

"I am still flaccid. I guess if you can't even suck it in this state, then
there is no hope..." He said disappointingly.

I didn't want to let him down. I crammed his whole flaccid dick in my
mouth, which had to be at least five or six inches. His whole body
twitched. "Oooh shit, that's going to get my hard." He thought.

I was so horny that I didn't care if I gagged, I was more interested on
blowing him. I felt his cock start to swell. I could feel every heartbeat
from his body. Each heartbeat caused his dick to swell a little more, as if
things weren't crammed enough in there. As his dick grew bigger I slowly,
but surely, let his meat slide out of my tongue, while I was slowly
massaging it with my tongue.

"My GOD. You are better than I had ever thought."

Little did he know that I had never sucked a cock. I had never so much has
touched another man's dick except my own, which is not nearly as big as
his. Finally I was left with only the head in my mouth, and about seven
inches of his manhood. I looked up at him, his eyes with closed, and he had
a look of ecstasy on his face. I Slid the rest of his dick out, spit on my
left hand. At this point, he was so hard that he was oozing pre-cum. Using
my right hand, I firmly grabbed on to the base of his dick and slowly ran
it up to the head with my left hand collecting all the clear, slippery
liquid. I rubbed both of my hands together and wrapped them around his dick
and slowly moved them up and down.

"Oh shit, if you keep that up I will come within the next minute."

I stopped. I wanted to milk every second out of this sexual encounter. It
was my first one ever, and I wanted it to last. Before he could ask why I
stopped, I grabbed on to his balls.

"You have the biggest cock and set of balls I have ever seen!" I cried out
in pleasure.

"They're all yours too. We can fuck any time you want to." He whispered
back.

I grabbed on to his dick with my left hand and started stroking it, while I
swooped my head under and started to lick his balls. It was amazing - they
almost had an electric feel to them as my tongue moved across one to the
other.

"Ooooh yeaaaah." He moaned in pleasure.

I moved my mouth from his balls back to his dick. I took my hand off of it
and started sucking on the head. I was able to squeeze about four inches of
his dick in my mouth before my teeth started to scrape him too much. The
last thing I wanted was to hurt him. He did promise to fuck me if I did a
good job.

I moved my hands around and started to grab his tight ass cheeks.

He let out a breath of pure pleasure.

I started to moved my mouth up and down his cock a little faster.

"Oh man." He cried out.

I could taste his salty pre-cum on my tongue, it was oozing out like
crazy. I wanted to get every last drop of it before he came. I started to
suck as hard as I could.

"OH YEAH!" He shouted. "UNCLE MIKE LIKES THAT!"

I couldn't wait any longer. I had to have his load in my mouth. I took his
dick out of my mouth and spat on my hand. I started to stroke his dick as
fast as I could.

"Oh god... here it comes."

He flexed just about every muscle in his body. I put about two inches of
his dick in to my mouth and sucked as hard as I could.

"OH YEAH!" He cried. "THIS IS IT!"

I felt his cock swell even more, and a squirt of cum came out, then
another, and another. I wanted to save every last drop and swallow it at
once, but if I didn't moved his dick out my mouth I would have to swallow
prematurely. As each shot came out I let a little more of his dick out,
eventually his dick stopped pulsating, and it started to deflate. I spat
all the cum on to my left hand and looked at it. There was an unbelievable
amount. When he said he hadn't jacked off for three weeks, he must've meant
it. I didn't care though, the more com, the better! I slowly drank his
precious man chowder.

"Damn, you even swallow." He said. I looked up at him. He was smiling,
looking me right in the eye.

I started sucking his cock again to get every last of semen off of it. I
finished up about 30 seconds later. I was in complete awe of the sheer size
of his manhood.

"I have to admit Uncle Mike. I had wanted to do this for a while. For years
actually." I said as I stood up, my dick scraping against the zipper of my
jeans. I was so horny that I completely forgot about my own dick and
basically had an orgasm in my moth just blowing my uncle off.

He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.

"Me too." He replied.

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