Uncle, Grunge and Love
When I came home from the gym I found my Uncle lying on the pull-out futon, wearing nothing but a pair of tight BVD's and dirty socks. One arm was up over his head, showing his pit - the other was looking at his phone - at least I thought it was his phone. It looked like mine.
"Dude - what the fuck?" I asked, though I immediately wondered why. Uncle Jay had been working out big time and he was stacked. His thighs were his best feature - big thick chunks of hairy man-meat - but his chest was filling out, too, his abs were countable, and his guns were loaded. His upper body was covered with a light dusting of hair - just enough to be able to see it, but not so much that you got lost in it - or that it covered the definition he'd been working so hard to achieve.
It was a lot to look at and I loved looking at it - so I wondered why I got uptight that he was nearly naked.
"Oh, hey, Stewie," my uncle said. "S'up?"
"Put some clothes on, man," I said, weakly, but then kicked myself inside. Shit! In my jack fantasies we were hanging out just like this - barely clothed - getting off on our junk and our stank. So, why was I complaining now?
"Naw - you gay dudes like eye-candy, and I been killin' it at the gym."
"I'm just sayin' - if you're gonna crash here -"
"Yo - this Tumblr feed of yours is freaky - you into feet, Stewie?"
"BRO! Is that my phone?" I asked, rummaging in my gym bag - then lunging to grab at it, but he swung over on the other side of the bed, strong-arming me. Uncle Jay had really been putting on the muscle. He had me in strength and size.
"You're into some freaky shit, Stewart," he said, thumbing through my profile.
"How the fuck -"
"Dude - you left it here and you got your passwords taped to your desk!" He was laughing now, enjoying himself.
"MOTHERFUCKER!"
I was pissed, and I jumped across the bed, grabbed him around the shoulders, and tried to snatch my phone. But in a second he'd flipped me. Jay had been a second rate wrestler at a first rate college, and the move took me by surprise. Besides he had me in size - he was just this shy of six feet, two inches - and I was just this shy of five eight (in boots). Next thing I knew I was head-locked - from there his legs wrapped around me and I was on my back. One of his arms held my head and neck, the other held my phone - he pushed it into my face.
"You like man-stink, Stew?" he asked. His eyes were narrow. Of course he was horned out - that's why he was crashing at my place. The fucker had been kicked out by his girlfriend and probably hadn't had pussy in a week - maybe more. "This photo says you do."
It was a photo montage of dudes snorting pits - you know the kind of pics - and it was on my feed. What the fuck was I supposed to say? After that were pictures of guys' feet - and dudes worshipping those feet.
"You're a freak, Stewie," he said, smiling at me. It wasn't mean or menacing - it was appreciative. My brain was going haywire, trying to process what was happening, and then he tossed my phone on the floor and opened his arm, putting HIS pit in my face. It stank to high heaven - and it was weird because normally that would twist me up, but this was family so -
"No - JAY! Gross. Come on, dude - "
"Just take a deep breathe," he whispered, calmly. His voice was dripping with desire and his lips were in my ear. Then he tightened his grip on my neck. I didn't have much choice. "Just do it for me - nice and easy."
I huffed in a huge breathe and then every switch got flipped. My lizard brain kicked in - the dude hadn't showered since he got to my place, which was three days ago - so the family objection burned away and suddenly his stink shot an arrow to my cock. I was instantaneously hard.
"Awwwwfuck," I grunted.
"Yeah - that's it - now lick it," he grunted, and I did. Without hesitation. I couldn't quite wrap my head around the incest, but the decision to go all in was mostly about my earlier stupid resistance. I didn't want to miss a second opportunity with a guy that I thought was out of reach. So, I dove in and was gone ... all gone.
"Yeah - gay dudes are freaks - you a freak Stew?" he asked.
"Yeah," I snorted, licking his funk and sweat.
"Wanna smell my feet, kid?" he asked.
"Fuck yeah -"
"Good," he said, loosening his grip. Then he looked me straight in the eyes. We were nose to nose. He was such a handsome fucker - had a three-days' growth on his face, his hair clipped low and tight. He wasn't too groomed, though - he was just ... him - raw and ripe and REAL. He spoke, real low: "Here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna let you go and then you're gonna worship my feet - cuz you ain't the only one who's a freak, Stewie, and I been trying to get a bitch to kiss my feet for years - and all along, here you are."
"Fuck Jay," I said, so turned on now, grinding into him.
"You're gonna get what you need and I'm gonna get what I need and then you're gonna suck me off until I cum - gonna swallow, too - "
"Always," I groaned.
"And then we're gonna talk about this new roommate arrangement, got it?"
"Yes Sir," I said, easily slipping into my natural role.
"Good boy - I knew I could count on you Stewart."
And then he did something unexpected. He leaned in me and kissed me on the lips. I was surprised and kept my mouth closed, because that's what most straight guys expect if you ever get that far, and you usually never get that far - except HE was kissing ME and having none of my closed-mouth bullshit. He pushed his tongue between my lips, snaking into my mouth aggressively and then we were at it - hard and real, like men do. "Fuck," he grunted, lapping at my face. "I can taste my stank on your lips." With that he kissed me harder - teeth scraping together as we opened our mouths to our need.
He was as twisted as I was - at least I was getting that sense - but I didn't want to get ahead of myself. This was hot as hell for now so I went with it. He kissed me for about five minutes, grinding into me as he pulled off my shirt. Then he pushed me down to the bottom of the bed.
"Time to get to work, kid," he said, an evil smile on his face. "Show me how you take care of a man."
And I did. I snorted his stank feet and massaged them - then pulled off his socks and licked the underside, tasting the sweet tang of sweat and skunk. I couldn't help myself at this point. I dove on one foot, mouthing it, trying to deep throat it, and he responded immediately -
"Jesus Christ, kid," he groaned, pulling out his cock which he'd only been pawing in his tight shorts. He started jerking as he put the other foot on my face, rubbing it hard while I sucked like a slut, and he moaned a deep, male moan that reverberated in my small, spartan apartment.
Uncle Jay had a least ten years on me - maybe twelve or fifteen. There were so many uncles and aunts on his side of the family I had trouble keeping track. Me - I'd just graduated from college a while back and was on my own. It was happenstance that I lived in his city - I'd gone to school there but had barely seen him given my work-load and his relationship. He'd always been a bit distant, but that was as much my fault as anything, because of all the family members, he'd sprung me the most. It's not like I had a thing for family, but there was always something about HIM - this kind of edge - that twisted me up. I'd seen him naked a few times, too, on family vacations, and that had sealed the deal. I knew he was hung and now, here it was, over nine inches of uncut muscle, thick as a wrist, getting jerked in front of me. His was twice as thick as mine and I had a nice dick - at least that's what guys had told me.
Then his toes splayed out and I pushed my nose between them, snorting the full stench of his self, mouth wrapped around his other foot, and I started shaking like a rabbit in a trap -
"Fuck, kid - you're good at this," was all he said, slowing down, muttering his approval. I felt his eyes on me - seeing me for what I was - and liking what he saw. I was scared to look up - but I was scared not to, and again, figured this was my chance, so I opened my eyes catching his gaze. I can't imagine what I looked like to him - nose in his toes, mouth bulging with his foot - but whatever he saw, he approved, because his entire body shook, reverberating like a tectonic plate. He drew his hand away from his cock which was flexing and jerking now - drew it away like he was gonna cum, which only drove me harder and deeper.
What had started as a quick beat off session had transformed into something more.
"Do you like this, Stewart?" he asked, quietly. I just nodded - afraid to let go of his foot, which was currently making me drool. He wiggled his toes in my mouth and my tongue danced between them in appreciation and worship.
"Fuck," he grunted, looking at me more seriously - one man to another. Then he caught my eyeline and pulled his foot out of my mouth. I whimpered, silently, but he used the motion to shuck his shorts, then pushed his cock down, pointing it toward me.
"This what you want, kid?" he asked. He'd seen me staring at it and it was a straightforward question - no tinge of dominance or 'othering' - just a simple ask from a simple man who was figuring out the opportunities that had opened up before him.
"Yes," I said, coughing a bit - my mouth lubed with sweat and spit. "Yes Jay - fuck yes I want that."
He just nodded and I crawled up on the bed, focused and intent.
I truly didn't know what was going on between us, but I didn't care. This was a Prime Piece of Meat and I was a fledgling cock-hound. His dick was the only thing that mattered.
Out of college I could have gotten my pick of high-paying, entry-level jobs, but I had gone in another direction. I was working in a stock room. I had gotten sick of working my ass off and having no fun. There were things I wanted to try - things I needed to figure out, and one of those things was my cock hunger. Another was my grunge kink. I'd used the time after college to perfect my cock-skills. I'd been looking for a certain kind of man to let me explore my kink.
And here he was sprawled out before me, cock hard as a rock, heart open and welcoming, balls loaded and ready to sperm.
"Can I?" I asked, mouth hanging over it now, drooling. I didn't need to ask, but it felt right, and he just smiled, touching my face.
"Always, kid - you can always suck my cock if you want to," and that sent me higher than I had been in years - it was more than a simple affirmation - it was a promise that spread into the future, so to show my appreciation and desire, I vowed to give him the blow-job of my young life. First I dove on his balls. They were rank and wet with sweat - and I snorted in that rank- ness, revealing more of who I was.
"Yeah - fuck yeah -" he grunted, pulling my head into his crotch. "Lick my funk, Stewie," he growled and I did, lathing his nuts ecstatically. I sucked both balls in my mouth and tongued his taint, underneath - to the extent I could. My cheeks bulged like a chipmunk. Then I looked up at him to show how proud I was to have my mouth stuffed with his testicles - and to display my hunger and greed.
"Good boy," he groaned, eyes rolling back in his head. His legs spread and he kicked back. Now it was time to feast. I pulled away, his balls popping out of my wet lips, and took as deep a breathe as I could muster. Then I opened my mouth -
I'd sucked longer dicks but none thicker and the hooded head mushroomed out above his shaft - it filled my mouth nearly as much as his balls . . . but not quite. I opened wide and when I did, I felt him flinch - expecting teeth. In that instant I knew he'd never had a good BJ - probably never been balls deep - and if he had, he got scraped all the way down.
This cocksucker was not gonna make the same mistake. This cocksucker was going to treat his cock with the reverence it deserved. I hoovered him to the back of my throat, took a pause, wrapped my imagination around what was going to come next, then stilled myself, breathing deeply. He caught my Zen-state and welcomed it, quieting his undulations and giving himself over to his newly intimate nephew.
We were still - just the sound of his heavy breathing and my cock-blocked, labored breathing - but otherwise we were quiet and motionless.
Then, mind blank and eyes closed, I pushed down. It was hard - very hard - to expand my throat that wide, but I was not in this to fail. After about five seconds of tremoring resistance, his cock broke through and I impaled myself on it.
As soon as my nose hit his thatch of ripe pubic-hair, my arms flung up, grasping for his ass or anything I could hold on to. He was a reactive lover and he reached for me, grabbing both my arms with his massive hands, gripping them as my hands gripped his muscular ass.
"I got you - I got you, Stewart," he said, barely able to hold on to his own abandon, and when he said that I relaxed as much as I could, sinking into darkness as his cock possessed me.
It became a part of me.
"Awwwwwwwfuck-" he groaned, beginning to twitch - "Awwwwwwfuck," he said again, this time thighs shaking. His cock started to expand - stretching my esophagus to its limits.
I knew what was happening and willed myself to stay focused - stay deep. I had planned on several dives up and down his shaft but my instincts were correct: no one had sucked him this well and because of that, he was gonna blast ... and who the fuck was I to stop him?
Who the fuck was I to disallow him this seminal pleasure at this seminal moment?
I nodded, grunting, clutching his ass, and he took that to mean 'go'.
"Jesus kid - Jesus fucking hell I'm gonna blow,"
"MMMMMMhhhhhggggggnnnn," I whined, encouraging. His cock started to expand - stretching my esophagus to its limits - and then started shooting like a rocket, blast after blast of frustrated testosterone, finally finding a willing throat to call its own. He began to thrust, rhythmically, unable to stop himself, and I went limp, letting him use me like a fuck-toy - which, in my mind, I was.
"GODDDDDDDDDAAMMMMIT," he yelled, then roaring out his rage and revelry - "FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK," he yelled, pumping into me, cutting off my air supply, as I willingly submitted to a future without breath and light.
But again he surprised me, yanking out of my clenched throat at just the right time, even though he was still blasting like a cannon. I gasped and coughed and choked on spit and spew while his cock painted my face and his ball pumped their essence into the universe. He pulled me up by my head, snot dripping from my nose, spewl strooling from my mouth, and stared at me like I was the holyfuckinggrail, still shouting in lustful appreciation. I belched, and spit up a chunk of cum that had been caught half-way down my throat. When that happened his mouth locked on my own, sucking in his scut, swapping spit and sperm and snot between our lapping tongues. By now I was coming, humping his thick leg and he encouraged it.
"Fuck yeah, kid - sperm your pants you little fucker -" appreciating my no-hands orgasm by gripping my tight ass and letting me fuck his leg like a dog in heat.
Eventually our passion died and he held me tightly, allowing me to whimper and tremble in his muscled arms. He was tender - surprisingly so - caressing my sweaty head, and slipping his hands down my pants to gently clutch my underwear-covered ass.
We fell asleep in that position.
What came next is our story.
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