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“I’m a grown man. I’m not fucking sharing a room with some….boy”
“It’s only for three days!!!”
It’s been six months since my Uncle Mike, or Tio as I teasingly call him, moved in. This was the first time I’d heard him raise his voice. My great aunt Rosa was visiting from Mexico for a few days and my mom was breaking the news that she would be taking the guest room. From my bedroom on the second floor, I could hear them arguing in the kitchen.
“You can’t treat me like this. I’m 42! I’m not a child!”
“I know you’re not and I respect everything you’ve done for us. But this is our house and Juan has been very gracious. While his aunt is here, the least you could do is sleep in Danny’s room for three nights.”
Juan is my dad. I don’t think Dad cared but he didn’t like confrontation. My mom warned me about Mike before he moved in. She said he could be racist, xenophobic, homophobic with a short temper and a drinking problem. “But he is family” was her qualifier. Ever since her mother died, my mom has tried to reconnect to her side of the family. Taking in Mike must be some kind of amends she was making. The two were never close and I hadn’t seen my uncle since I was a child. The rest of the Riveras wouldn’t even look at me; an out and proud gay boy was too much for them to handle. But Mike was different…or at least he was trying.
“But I sleep naked! I can’t fall sleep with clothes on!”
“Then wear a fucking blanket!! Figure it out”
Haven’t heard Mom curse in a long time. After that, I heard the back door slam. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen my uncle naked. A few months ago, I came home late one night to find him passed out in the nude on the living room couch. And it wasn’t like I was some innocent virgin who’s never seen a penis. My parents, the Torres family in general, were obsessed with being “progressive”. That meant a cringe-filled conversation about sex at an early age. But at least that got me a box of condoms and lube when I reached the age of consent.
I’ve been with 5 guys so far, including a high school boyfriend that lasted about 3 months. In this conservative town, that’s pretty impressive. But still, I’ve never been with or seen anyone who looked like Tio. That night, seeing him on the couch…
“Honey, we’re heading out to pick up your Aunt Rosa from the airport. Can you keep an eye out for your uncle? You know how he is.”
I think she was more worried about Mike embarrassing the family in front of Aunt Rosa. The only reason she was coming was so Mom could parade her at a fundraiser.
“We’ll be home late, don’t wait up” she called from downstairs.
***
It was already late afternoon. I decided to do some yoga on the back deck to clear my mind. It was July 1st, a hot summer day to fully enjoy now that the school year was over. No one was home and our back yard was secluded by tall fences and trees. I wore my favorite speedo, a tight red one that made me feel sexy in addition to being comfortable.
From a young age, I’d always engaged in some kind of organized physical activity. At first it was soccer, then dance class, then gymnastics and in high school I joined track and field, the swim team and the volleyball team. Nothing really stuck for too long but years of training gave me a tight, toned, flexible body with a firm but curvy ass. After completing my stretches, I started to move through my poses, eyes closed.
As the sun beat down on my caramel brown skin, my thoughts wandered. I wonder where Tio went. *Downward facing dog*. Images slowly materialized in my mind…his full pecs, covered with curly greying hair, lifting up and down with each slow breath…from his chest, a trail of hair, like grass lightly wet with morning dew…leading to the largest bush of pubes I’d ever seen in person, slightly hardened and stuck together as if someone had swiped through it with hair gel…
I continued through my poses. How much did he cum? His hands, forearms, biceps and neck were all partly covered by a half-moist, half-dried film. The body hair that covered nearly all of his body, glistened while he lay there on the couch. It’s been months. It wasn’t until I was in camel pose, with my knees on the floor, back arched backwards with face to the sun, hands back and on my ankles, that I noticed my swollen rod pointing out of my speedo to the sky like a sun dial. I need a cold shower.
***
The cold water did the trick. It’s been months since I saw my Uncle Mike naked on that couch. But those images still haunted me…or is mesmerized a better word. Focus on your tutor lesson coming tomorrow. I let my long, black, shoulder-length hair lay on my face as the cold water istanbul travesti from the shower head drenched my body. The Rivera men all had curly thick hair. I got my silky, straight hair from my dad’s side of the family. I got the Torres complexion as well, caramel, with large mocha toned nipples. I hated their size, but I was cursed (or blessed) with very high sensitivity.
I turn the shower valve for warmer water. I should be fine now. The loofah feels good on my body as suds from the bodywash run down my wide shoulders onto my back and chest. I’m completely hairless except for the top of my head, a baby stache and my neatly trimmed pubes. I’m not built, but I’m definitely “athletic”. No six-pack anymore, but the abs are there.
I make sure to clean the foreskin on my dick. I’ve got a darker toned dick, mocha as well, with a pink-brownish glans. A similar pink-brownish to my full lips. Fully hard, my cock is about 7.5 inches and thick as a tube of toothpaste. With a slight downward curve, it’s bigger than any erect dick I’ve seen up close…except for Tio…
I bend down to get under my feet, size 12s, and in between my toes. They’re soft and hairless. My high school girl friends have told me I could make a ton of money selling feet pics. I always laugh it off.
His cock was so big. Even soft, it hung on his thigh like a large sausage.
I make sure to clean my legs. My calves and thighs have always been tight, muscular but slim assets of mine.
Then it started growing. Did he know I was watching? Did he like showing off his massive, uncut horse cock?
My smooth butt was next. I pull one cheek to the side and make sure to lather in between. Running a finger down the middle and across my hole, I think back to the one time I got fucked. He lasted less than a minute. You’d think I did a ton of squats looking at my ass, but it’s a mix of genes and all the training I’ve done over the years.
He must have known. Why else would he touch it and let it get hard? Why else would he pull back and let me see that sweet-looking pre-cum run down that towering monster? It has to be at least 10 inches.
Shampoo and conditioner for my hair…
I should have touched it. He must have known I was…
I turn the cold water back on. Enough of that. Drying off in front of the mirror, I look at myself. 6 feet. 165 lbs. Not bad. It was getting late and I needed a distraction, so dinner and video games seemed like a good plan.
***
By the time I got to bed, it was 10pm. Still no sign of Uncle Mike. He couldn’t drive because his license was still suspended. We live in the suburbs and a bus line doesn’t run within a mile of our house. Maybe he’s not coming home. I set up an airbed near my bedroom door. It’s not one of the cheap ones that barely rise above the floor. Mike has to be close to 200 lbs, even if he’s only 5’8″ or so. This should be fine. I walked to my bed at the end of the room, against the furthest wall, beneath large windows, and laid down, ready to sleep.
***
Not long after falling asleep, I’m partially awakened by heavy footsteps outside my bedroom door. Someone was walking up the stairs…clumsily. After several attempts to open the door, it finally opened. Mike, obviously. The smell of alcohol was palpable even from my end of the room. Unwilling to deal with whatever mess this was, I focused on falling back asleep.
***
I have to pee. I wake up groggily and check my phone. 11:45pm. The slow and steady breathing from the other side of the room must mean Mike is asleep. Determined to avoid waking him up, I quietly walk to the door, into the hallway and to the bathroom.
By the time I returned, my eyes had adjusted to the darkness. As I reentered the bedroom, the moonlight from the windows was more than enough to see clearly. After closing the door quietly behind me, I looked down at Mike on the airbed. He was asleep as I expected, but I realized he was lying there naked with only a bedsheet barely covering his crotch. The moonlight complimented his build, short and hefty but muscular as well. He looked like someone who loved to eat and drink, but who could also bench 250 lbs.
He reeked of liquor. I call out to him, “Tio?” He hated when I called him Tio. That side of the family was full of social conservatives who didn’t acknowledge their Puerto Rican heritage. For Mike, that meant not a word of Spanish around him. “Tio?” I call a little louder. I didn’t really care, but it was my special way of teasing him. Over these months, he’s softened a bit and even smiled a few times when I’ve said it.
I lean closer. “Tio” I call as I snap fingers in front of his face. *snap* *snap* *snap*. istanbul travestileri Nothing. But I smell something else…underneath the odor of however many bottles he downed tonight. Sweat? The nearest bar was several miles away. He must have walked for hours today…
Still…there’s something else. Leaning over the airbed and his sprawled-out body, I sniff and sniff and sniff, looking for the source. His hairy pits are one obvious culprit. He’s a hairy man, with black, dark grey and some white hairs coating his chest, shoulders, arms, legs, some areas thicker and more populated with hair than others. There’s a general musk that emanates from his body and more strongly from his armpits. But that isn’t it….
I continue to sniff, from at least two feet away, starting at his pits and moving to above his chest. As my nose travels to above his stomach, the smell gets stronger. His head is to my right and his feet are to my left. From the bottom of the bed, the thin bedsheet covers his left leg and his package, but nothing else. It’s obvious where the smell is coming from…Should I?
I debate my next move. I clap my hands in front of my uncle’s face *clap* *clap* *clap*. He doesn’t budge. Out cold. This might be my only chance to see it again. I watch Tio’s chest rise and fall. His head, with strong thick eyebrows, a strong jawline, stubble and masculine features lies to the side in the moonlight. I kneel down at the side of the airbed, the bottom of my chest now level with Tio’s body. While watching his face, I slowly lift the sheet from his buried treasure.
Finally. I’m hit with a pungent odor that fills my nostrils. Instead of being repulsed, I feel a rush of pleasure waves run through my body from my nose, to my toes and seemingly back up to my balls. The smell radiates from a curly thicket of black, grey and white pubic hair that covers the bottom of my uncle’s abdomen, the innermost thighs and surrounds his plump, meaty cock like the mane of a lion. Instinctively, I lower my nose to an inch from his bush and deeply inhale. The smell fills my lungs. It was as if the essence of man was distilled into a scent. Pulling back, I lower my gaze to the main attraction: his beautiful cock looks even better up close. It rests on his left thigh, flaccid, but still engorged as if was recently filled with blood but not yet fully drained. It must be several inches long and nearly as thick as my wrist. I close my eyes, lower my nose and inhale. His cock smells even better. If only I could pull back the foreskin and rub my nose in it. There’s a hint of something else though…
I try to adjust my eyes to the darkness even further. Something shiny glistens in the moonlight…a string of cum trails from his foreskin onto his thigh. I can now see that it’s been pooling on his thigh and still looks wet. Fuck. The shaft of his cock has a distinctive looking texture as well. He must have just jerked off. But his body looks dry…nothing looks like crusty dried cum pools on his body.
I look around for tissues…or a cum rag…or even a sock. All I see are clothes tossed on the floor. Crawling over, I pick up his basketball shorts and the boxers inside. They smell sweaty and a small wave of pleasure gives me a rush to the head. But they’re dry.
I move to the white wife-beater tank top balled up a foot away. As soon as I grab it…jackpot. The entire shirt is moist. What the fuck? How much cum did he shoot into this? He must have covered his cock with the wife-beater and soaked up every inch of it. The second I bring my nose to the shirt, the smell hits me like a train. I imagine the combo of sweat, musk, precum and jizz as the aroma swirls through my head and sends me to cloud 9. I can feel the wet spot in my briefs from the pre-nut currently dripping from my dick head. Looking back at Tio, I consider my options.
I can’t touch him. That would be wrong…right? But this is just a shirt. I get up quietly, walk over to my bed and reach underneath. In my private stash, I pull out my bottle of hybrid lube. Getting on the bed, I douse my left hand with lube and lay down. I grease up my uncut dick with a thick layer of lube and nearly shake with anticipation. Though I’m uncut, the glans is exposed and you’d think I was circumcised if you looked from afar. I always used lube for my stroke sessions and considered myself a master bator. With my right hand, I hold Tio’s wife-beater. I look over at him one last time before getting to work.
I start slow…moving from base to the tip of my dick with lube drenched left hand. My thumb and index finger make a circle around my cock, although I’m thick enough that the tips of the fingers never meet. With travesti istanbul my right hand I bring the shirt to my face. Holding it against my nose, I inhale deeply. I breath in Tio’s musky cum scent and let it fill me completely. The smell sends me to another dimension of ecstasy. I can feel my cock throb in my hand and my slow strokes get my precum pooling at my piss slit. I don’t precum a lot, so if there’s any at all, it means I’m gooning on another level. Time to add the rest of my fingers. Gooning is when jerk-off aficionados like myself enter a transcendent state of pleasure. When you’re gooning this strongly, you feel every nerve ending on your cock. My pinky, ring and middle fingers slowly slide up and down my shaft, becoming one with my staff. I’m playing an instrument of holy pleasure and my nose, lips, balls, fingers, butthole are a symphony moving in concert with my 7 and a half inch flesh stick.
I move the wet wife-beater around my nostrils, making sure to sniff every inch. I stop when I reach a particularly wet spot. With my eyes closed I lower the shirt and stick out my tongue. There’s still cum here. My body writhes and my toes curl. My hole clenches. I squirm in my bed as I realize the hidden treasure I’ve found. I furiously lick the newfound semen, so hard you’d think I was trying to rip the fabric off. My left hand starts a swirling motion up and down my long cock. Lube now mixes with precum to make a white, frothy film up and down my shaft. I lightly moan…I try to keep it quiet but this is the best I can do.
It has to have been at least 30 minutes of stroking and squirming but I’m not done yet. I wish I had more hands. After licking clean the cum spot, I shove Tio’s shirt into my mouth. The manly funk of the half-dried cum and sweat is so strong, I can taste the smell in my mouth. My left hand strokes more energetically as I swirl my fingers around my cock clockwise from base to tip, rub the glans in my palm, picking up a new coat of precum and then back down my shaft in a counter-clockwise motion. My right hand rubs all over my body…cupping my tight ball sack, rubbing my inner thighs, running a finger up my abs. I bend my long, runner’s legs slightly as I get a new idea.
With my right hand I look for any remaining cum on the shirt in my mouth. Found it. Another spot of still-wet cum. I scoop as much as I could on my right index finger. Still stroking with my left hand, I lower the finger carefully in the air above my chest, below my stomach, past my cock…I take my index finger, covered with my Tio’s cum and rub it on my precious hole. Mmm…fuck. My moans are muffled by the shirt in my mouth. The cum feels so good on my hole..I circle it around, making sure Tio’s manly cum coats my tight little sphincter. I take back the index finger, shove it into my mouth past the shirt and onto my tongue. I’m such a slut. But it tastes so good.
My right index finger is now wet with my spit and a bit of Tio’s cum. My left hand now holds the tip of my dick like the stick shift on a car. I rub it around and around in a circular motion. My cock radiates heat. It feels as if every blood vessel in my body is now flowing to my crotch, into my hard fucking cock. I put my right finger back to my hole and push in…just the finger tip…then to the knuckle. Wait. Not yet. Fuck…. Tio…I want your cum…
I angle my dick towards my face. A downward curve means I have to be careful about these things, even when a session ends unexpectedly. Two shots fire off into the beams of moonlight shining from the window. Two white streams of cum that shoot into the air like streamers before falling onto my smooth chest. My abs tighten as I grip my cock firmly. Not done yet. For what feels like several full minutes, globs and globs of thick, creamy, white sperm flow endlessly from my stiff rod. I throw my head back as my body convulses. Yes. Yes. Yes!
Finally, my body collapses. Splatters of jizz sit on my pecs. Lakes of cum rest on my lower stomach, my crotch, my inner thighs and drip down to my ball sack. Some of the cum landed on my right nipple. I use my fingers to massage the jizz-covered nipple and moan into the shirt again. I’m still horny…as always. More cum squeezes out of my cock before it ultimately starts to soften.
Time to clean up. Taking the shirt out of my mouth, I begin to use both hands to scoop up cum with my fingers. I bring my jizz covered hands to my mouth where I suck my fingers and lick my palms dry. Ever since I could ejaculate, I would eat whatever I produced. It’s an easy to dispose of evidence and I developed a love for the taste and texture. I take my time… rubbing the creamy thick liquid on my lips and licking it off, savoring the taste. Not as good as Tio’s. After eating what I could, I sop up what little remains with my uncle’s shirt and toss it back to the floor.
I can barely move. Naked, stretched out on my bed, I fall asleep.
To be continued….
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