WARNING !!!
The following story contains graphic depictions of consensual man/man sexual acts. If you find this type of material to be offensive, or are under the legal age in your area to view such material, then STOP now and leave.
This story is completely a work of fantasy. It is intended for mature audiences and is a tribute to my "Uncle" Wes. All real names of the persons and places in this story have been changed to avoid any conflict with hypocritical right wingers.
This story is written by The G-Man at Imastud_boy@hotmail.com Comments welcomed. Flames ignored.
Uncle Wes
It was a one in a million encounter. I, Greg at 34, had been writing stories to post on the Nifty Archive site with a fair amount of feedback from readers. Responding back to each and every feedback, it was not uncommon to develop several internet friendships along the way. One in particular grew into more than that.
His name was Wes and he was 79. At first his emails about my stories were flattering to say the least, and very friendly. Over the course of just a few weeks he began to hone in on me, so to speak. Wes actually profiled me based on my writings. Getting six out of ten points correct, I was not only impressed, but also a little freaked. I actually thought there was a spy watching me. Through our emails we even discovered that we lived not only in the same state, but the same city, and get this, less than five miles from each other. It was amazing, given the number of stories on the Nifty site and the vast number of readers who could possibly see my stories. For the author and the reader to be geographically that close on a chance was incredible. We then agreed to meet in person.
I stood there at the restaurant waiting for Wes. He arrived and we talked, and talked, and talked. He then asked me to go to his home. I was a little apprehensive, not knowing if he was some sort of psycho killer, but then quickly realized that I had nothing to fear from him. He also told me that his wife would be there, so I agreed and went.
Wes showed me around his home, pointing out different things he had done or worked on. I met his wife, she thought I was there to help him with his computer. Then Wes and I went to the den and sat down at the computer. We monkeyed around on it for a while and talked more, getting to know each other. It was here when I started calling him "Uncle" Wes. It got late so I left, agreeing to come back again.
On the next visit, I took Uncle Wes a CD chucked full of pics from the internet from various sites or webgroups. He was more than thrilled and I was pleased to see him in such happy state. At one point, Uncle Wes placed his hand no my knee and turned to me, "If you ever want to get physical, let me know". I was shocked, embarrassed, flattered, and apprehensive all at the same time. I simply smiled at the thought, but did not know if I could actually "do it" with a man old enough to be my grandfather. I told him I would let him know if the time was right. I went home that night, thinking about Wes's offer. Could I or couldn't I? Would I or wouldn't I? Many questions and scenarios played through my head.
Over time, I visited Uncle Wes and his wife more and more, even having dinner with them from time to time. But Uncle Wes and I always ended up back in the den with the door closed, sitting at the computer. His wife never interrupted us. She, by the way, did not know he was gay, as he was very closeted. I helped him with his computer, teaching him to navigate it and the internet. I answered many many questions for him. Again he was grateful. This is when he began telling me things like he would love to suck my cock. Again, I was flattered and intrigued by the possibilities of this happening.
Finally, one time while visiting, Wes's wife was leaving to run errands and would be gone the entire day. That meant we would be alone in the house. While sitting at the computer, scrolling through the CD I had made, Wes reached over and grabbed my upper thigh. Seeing little to no reaction from me but a smile, Wes became more brazen. His hand shakily made it's way to my crotch. I felt his trembling hand on my now rapidly hardening cock. He obviously noticed too. He looked into my eyes and we both smiled. My only reaction was to lean back and fold my hands behind my head.
Wes took this as a sign that it was okay to continue, which he did. He began rubbing my hard cock through the blue jean material and then made his way to my belt. Quickly getting my pants open, my hard poker tented out my white briefs in a huge display of gratitude. Wes continued to work my pecker from outside of the material where a small wet spot of pre-cum appeared. I noticed him lick his lips in anticipation. Slowly I gyrated my hips in approval and lust.
Then, kneeling in front of my wide spread legs, Wes used both hands to pull the band of my briefs out, up and over my throbbing prick. He placed the material below my large shaven ball sack and gently took my prick in his hand. Slowly he pumped up and down a few strokes, causing another drop of clear pre-cum to be produced at the tip of my cock. With his index finger, Wes scooped it up and took it to his lips. He sucked his finger clean and smiled at me, then bent forward for more of my savory juice.
His lips went around the head of my cock and his mouth felt like fiery, wet velvet. His tongue danced on my cockhead as his mouth sucked deeply. I tilted my head back and groaned. Then inching his way downward, he took the full length of my six incher into his mouth. Wes sucked and licked like a pro, bobbing his head up and down. One hand was on my balls and one hand was firmly grasping his own pecker, which he had managed to free from his shorts without me even noticing.
I closed my eyes and gripped the sides of the chair, gently undulating and thrusting my cock into his hot wet mouth. Selfish as it was, I sat there and took it all. Within only a few minutes of his pleasurable torture of my cock, I was ready to shoot my load. I warned him I was ready to cum, but he only clamped down harder and sucked with even more determination to get my cream. My hands gripped the chair so tightly that my fingers began to hurt as my orgasm took over my body. Stream after glorious stream of my cum blasted towards his throat, to which he gulped and swallowed. About six squirts later, my body still twitching, my orgasm ended. Uncle Wes released my deflating cock from his mouth with a sort of suction noise. I guess he wanted every drop.
Wes was looking up at me when I finally opened my eyes to reality. He was smiling at me. "Wow that was incredible", I said. "Yes, I know", was his reply, showing me his own cum covered hand. He had shot his load into his hand while taking mine down his throat. I looked at him rather disappointedly because he had cheated me out of doing the same for him. Knowing what I was thinking, Uncle Wes patted my leg as he stood up and said, "That's all right my boy. There will be other times". And he was right. Of course those are stories yet to be written. More to cum...
The End
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The G-Man