Reconnecting with my gay uncle

[Jaygusher]

 

After graduating high school I was stressed about what colleges to go to. I settled on a modest place that hopefully wouldn’t put me too far in debt. College life was exciting but in the moment it felt a little overwhelming. So I decided to take a gap year and backpack across the states and see as much as I could. 

 

The various places I went to were fun. I met some interesting people and saw some landmarks. It was a couple weeks into my road-trip and expenses were getting tighter. I was in Oceanside Southern California and on my last day in a cheep motel, contemplating what I would do for lodgings in the future. It was then I remembered I had an uncle living in San Diego. I think I remember him slightly from when I was really little. Vague memories of him babysitting me on hot summer days, sitting on his lap, cuddling up while watching TV. My family didn’t talk about him much. He and my dad had some falling out many years ago. I don’t have all the details but I think it had something to do with him being gay.

 

I was gay as well and not out to my parents, so it would be nice to connect with someone in the family that I could relate to. I didn’t have his contact information so I looked him up in the yellow pages. Not an actual phonebook but the website. I found him easily enough, uncle Chester still in San Diego. I gave him a call. He was excited to hear from me and about my future plans. When I told him I was back packing in Cali just a couple hours away he was quick to offer me a place to stay while I was traveling. I was glad he offered. I didn’t want to come off as the nephew that calls up just because he needs a place to crash. But since he and my dad still weren’t on the best of terms, he asked me to not mention to my parents that I was gonna stay over. Which was perfectly fine by me since i would be able to play catch-up with him without dad trying to get the last word in constantly.

 

I arrived at the address he gave me. It was a run down part of town. A lot of the houses had bars on the windows. All the lawns were gravel and cacti planted. A few palm trees here and there that had seen better days. I walked up to the door lugging my travel backpack with me. It would be great to get some laundry done if he’ll let me. I don’t have many clean clothes left. I knocked on the door and waited for a moment. Then the door opened and short older man answered. He was bald and thin. He sorta resembled my dad a little bit but he was older by about 15 years and looked like life had worn him down. I immediately noticed he was under dressed. He was in a short thin robe he hadn’t bothered tying up and underwear that I saw out of my peripheral. I kept eye contact and asked.

 

“Uncle Chester?”

 

His face lit up and was excited to see me.

 

“William! It’s been ages! My look how big you’ve gotten!” He ushered me inside. His place was modest. A small one bedroom house the front door lead us to the living room that had a tv, a coffee table, and a dirty old couch. Uncle Chester immediately pulled me in for a tight hug.

 

“It’s good to see you to uncle Chester.” I dropped my bag and returned his hug. 

 

“It’s been what? 12 years? 13? Oh that doesn’t matter, my little nephew is here and he’s not so little anymore.” Chester broke from the hug and grabbed my arms, feeling my muscles.

“Oh, you’ve definitely developed into quite the man now. I bet you’re popular with the ladies.”

 

 

“Thanks Uncle. I has been a long time. Thanks for letting me stay here a couple days.” He was still rubbing my arms a little, admiring how much I’ve changed.

 

“Nonsense, you can stay as long as you like. Hell, stay the whole summer if you feel like it. My home is always open to you. How about a drink?” Before I could respond he was already off to the kitchen preparing something.

 

“Thanks, uncle Chester. It pretty hot down here.” I sat on the couch and placed my bag by my feet.

 

“Please just Chester. You don’t have to be so formal with me. You’ll quickly discover things around here are very loose and relaxed. Do you like gin and tonic?” 

 

“Oh, um I’ve had a few beers before but I haven’t tried gin.”

 

“That won’t do, I see I’ll need to educate you on class while you’re here.” 

 

Chester returned with two beverages in hand. I was sitting mid level rummaging through my bag when I saw it. Holy shit what the fuck was that?

 

Chester was standing in front of me and my eye-line naturally fell to what was between his legs. He wasn’t just wearing underwear, it was a thong, and the crotch area was large and left nothing to the imagination, I could see the contour of his head, even some of the veins on his shaft. Damn, I know I’m in his house but this was way more casual than I was expecting. I remembered how warm it was out side and it wasn’t much better in the house, so I guess his attire made sense. 

 

My glance at his package was only a split second and I quickly looked up at him, putting away the image of down below.

 

“Thanks unc- uh Chester.” I took the drink from him. He was leaning against the couch and crossed his legs. His bulge becoming more prominent.

 

“So tell me how you’ve been. High school, plans for college, career stuff, relationship status, I want to know it all.”

[Fulltim]

I like where this is going!!

[Mvillebottom]

Oh this is a very promising start to a hot horny story

[aussieamylpig]

intrigued to see this develop

[Jaygusher]

The meeting of Will and uncle Chester

bonus: Chester’s dangerous tool

[dumbfag94]

Fuck so hot. Can't wait to read the next chapter!!

[PozBearWI]

@Jaygusher Great start to your consistently fine story telling.  Looking for this one to continue....

[501andboots]

great start man, cannot wait for the next installment 

[Jaygusher]

Part 2

I gave him the run down of how the past few years have been. My studies, my interests my career paths. We talked about me for quite some time. Uncle Chester was on the couch next to me already empty on his drink. He was tentatively taking in everything I was saying. Never taking his eyes off me. 

 

“And so now my gap year trip has lead me to San Diego.” I wrapped up. 

 

“Sounds like you have a general idea on what you’re going to do.”

 

“Yeah I don’t like to over plan. I like some room for flexibility.”

 

“Well that’s good. You need some room to enjoy yourself. Do you have anyone to enjoy it with?”

 

“Oh no I’m single.”

 

“No ladies catch or eye? Or are you a heart breaker?” He smirked

 

I hadn’t outright asked him if he was gay but I remember dad mentioning he was and based on the way he acts dresses and some of the hints in his house I’m fairly sure it was a safe bet. He does fit the effeminate old queen stereotype. I decided to tell my first family member about me. Chester seemed a safe bet since he was estranged for so long it wouldn’t hurt much if I was rejected for it.

 

“Actually I’m not into girls. I’m gay.”

 

“Oh wow! That’s wonderful!” Uncle Chester wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight. 

“You precious boy. We have more in common. I’m gay too.”

 

“Yeah, dad mentioned that a while back. Is that why you guys don’t talk anymore?” He was sitting with his arm around my shoulder keeping me pulled in close. He had a musky smell to him

 

“Nah your dad is just a drama queen in his own right. You know he had his own experimental phase when he was your age.” 

 

“Really? That’s crazy.” I guess a lot of guys experiment at some point in their lives but dad? He never came off that way at all. I can’t even imagine it. 

 

“Yeah he’s a piece of work, your father. But enough of that. I’m assuming you haven’t told you parents.”

 

“Right, I’m not out to them. So I’d rather they didn’t know.”

 

“Your secret is safe with me. You’re not telling them you over here so what goes one here stays here.”

 

“Thanks uncle Chester.”

 

“Just Chester you silly boy.” 

 

“Sorry, I like the way uncle sounds. I didn’t get to know you much growing up.”

 

“Well I’m an open book nephew Will. Ask me anything. Nothing is off limits with me.”

 

“How have you been these years? What have you been up to?”

 

It was uncle Chester’s turn to give me the run down over the past decade. He tells me about all the different jobs he’s taken, places he’s lived and bounced around till settling back here.  He currently works as an at home masseuse. He talked about vacations to a handful of exotic countries that I’d love to go to and some tedious history lessons on each place including the monuments. Then things got a little personal as he mentioned his various boyfriends he’s had…

 

“Well boyfriends isn’t accurate. I don’t really date much. I hook up a lot. What can I say? I’m a lean mean fucking machine.”

 

“Oh, that’s empowering. I’m all for sex positivity and all that.”

 

“Damn right Will. I was born with a massive insatiable libido, I’m gonna “positivity” in every hole I can find. That was always something your dad didn’t like. How often I fucked.”

 

“He just comes from a conservative world. He doesn’t understand anything that doesn’t conform to his lifestyle. He’d always warn me about catching something from the wrong girl.” 

 

“Yeah well the catching part is right. It caught me quite a few years ago.”

 

“It?”

 

“HIV. Been living with it for nearly two decades.”

 

“Oh I’m sorry Chester…”

 

“No don’t be. It’s totally fine. It makes me who I am, adds spice to my life and I can fuck uninhibited all I like.”

 

“I guess medication these days helps you live a regular life.”

 

“Eh, when I remember to refill my prescriptions. Sometimes i do, sometimes I don’t.”

 

“Oh well I’m sure you know what you’re doing.” 

 

“I definitely do.”

 

As we chatted like that in the living room. The day was turning into an evening. Chester and I had dinner and talked about local shows that were going on. At some point I heard a knock on the door. Chester sprang up and looked anxious.

 

“Oh that must be one of my tricks.”

 

“Your tricks?”

 

“I still fuck, Will. Don’t worry I’ll keep it in the bedroom. But that’s how I do things around here. Almost daily sluts from grindr, scruff, recon, you name it. That’s not going to be a problem is it?”

 

I was a little uncomfortable with the idea but I was in his home and he is a red blooded man, so I understand the need. Besides this wasn’t my parents house anymore. No prudish uptight lifestyle anymore. 

 

“No not at all. It’s your place, keep doing what you always do.”

 

“We’ll get along great Will.” He smiled and answered the door. I saw the guy enter and was surprised. He was a young guy close to my age, blond. He looked like he could be my brother, if I had one. Uncle Chester guided him wordlessly down the hall to his room. For the rest of the night the house was filled with sounds of sex and moaning. I don’t know if Chester realized how thin his walls were. This may take a little more getting used to.

 

Later in the night. I was trying to sleep on the couch. It was a warm night and I was having trouble staying asleep. I was stripped down to my boxers which did little to help. I heard someone come out of uncle Chester’s room so I kept quiet. In the dark I saw a silhouette walking toward the kitchen, it was uncle Chester, he was nude and I could see his penis, or at least the outline of it. Damn was that real? Was he wearing a monster strap on? The dim light from the window illuminating it just enough for me to see something dripping out the tip. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Chester drank some water and returned to his room. I couldn’t help but wonder how that other guy could take such a huge dicking for so long.

 

 

In the morning I slept in a little. I was kept up a little by uncle Chester’s late nite play time. I was woken up by the sound of a coffee mug being placed on the table in front of me. 

 

“Good morning Will.” Chester was still in the same thong he wore yesterday. That was the only thing he had on. He sat down on the couch in front of my waist and rubbed my hair. I was a little old for that but it was kinda sweet. 

 

“Good morning uncle Chester. Is your friend still here?”

 

“Him? Oh nah. I sent him home earlier. Pozzed up and walking with a limp he he.”

 

“Pozzed up?”

 

“Shot my raw load in him, converted his ass. I gave that boy hiv.”

 

“What? Why?”

 

“He wanted it. I’m a gifter Will. There are plenty of guys out there that crave toxic seed, and I love giving it to them.”

 

That was quite a shock. I knew of STDs and protection. But I wasn’t aware of people who actively try and catch hiv.

 

“Oh don’t look so surprised. There’s many many fetish communities out there. I’ve dabbled in quite a lot in my day. It’s all good fun.”

 

I didn’t want to be judgmental. Uncle Chester welcomed me into his home after so many years without question. I know that there are plenty of communities that get into all sorts of weird things in the cities. As long as he’s having fun then who am I to say he shouldn’t do that?

 

“Oh it’s fine with me uncle. I’m not gonna lecture you on how you live your life.” I was sitting up now. Slowly sipping on my coffee. 

 

“I guess I was a more surprised with how such a young guy would be into that sort of thing.”

 

“But chasers come in all shapes, sizes, and ages. I’m not picky but 18-25 year old bottoms are my favorite.”

 

“Oh, I see.” I’m 18. I don’t know why that’s relevant. I’m his nephew so being in his preferred age range means nothing. 

 

“I know, why would the young handsome guys want anything to do with a decrepit old man like me?”

 

“I wasn’t thinking that. You’re probably just his type.”

 

“This is his type.” He grabbed his bulge and jiggled it around. 

 

“Gay guys may be picky at first impression looks but they see this big bad boy then all that nonsense of type, preference, principles go out the window. If there’s an ugly troll with a monster cock then even the most snobbish gays will bend over and beg for it.”

 

“Yeah that tracks. I’ve seen plenty of porn where the top wasn’t my type but the dick was nice so it didn’t really matter.”

 

“So what is your type Will?” He was cross legged and attentively paying attention. I hadn’t really thought about my type. I like a wide range of guys, but the few partners I’ve had tended to be in the older crowed. 

 

“I guess I like older guys. But I’m not picky. It’s more if the vibe is right.”

 

“Older men eh? Good to know.” He giggled a little. “I now a place that caters to that. I can take you sometime.”

 

“I’m not old enough to get into bars.”

 

“That’s why you’ll be with me. I know the people who own the place, they never check IDs with the friends I bring.”

 

“Oh that sounds like fun actually. I haven’t been to any night life like that on my trip yet. But I don’t have anything club appropriate to wear. Speaking of which.” I grabbed my bag and sniffed a shirt. Just as I thought. Nothing clean and the semi clean stuff was getting musky.

 

“ You use my washing machine. Let’s get your things sorted out.” Uncle Chester grabbed my bag and was headed down the hall. I got up to fallow. 

 

“Here we go I’m sure you haven’t found a good place to get your clothes washed yet.” He was throwing my clothes in the washing machine. He didn’t have to go through the trouble of doing the laundry for me. I was grateful for the help.

 

“Let’s get those off of you too. I’m sure they’ve seen their mileage as well.“ He was pointing towards my underwear I was wearing. it was the only thing I had to wear left.

 

“But Chester I don’t have anything else.“

 

“We’re both guys, what does it matter if you let it hang out while the clothes wash? I’m usually walking around the house in the buff most of the time. This thing is merely a courtesy.“ He snapped the string off his thong. He calls it a courtesy, but it really doesn’t cover up much at all. He junk is practically shrink wrapped in it. 

 

But it was his house, and the pair I was wearing was also in need of a wash as well. So I opened it and threw them in the machine with the rest. 

 

“Well, since modesty is no longer an issue.”  Chester took off his thong and threw it in as well. That was the first time I saw his dick. I couldn’t believe how large it was. It was hanging down and flopping back-and-forth so it could not have been erect but there was still so much there. It was almost frightening to imagine what it would look like hard. He threw in some soap and started up the machine.

 

“Now then, let’s see if we can find you anything interesting in my wardrobe for later tonight.” Chester gave me a playful slap on the butt as he walked past and entered his bedroom. I blushed a little, but I was curious to try on something other than what I had been carrying around with me these past several days. 

 

“Don’t mind the mess, there’s a bunch of naughty stuff all over the place.“ As I entered his room, I noticed that there were sex toys, lube bottles, handcuffs and all sorts of strange objects I couldn’t identify all over the place. A leather swing on chains in one corner and a padded table with a hole in it at the other. His room had a distinct smell of stale sex and sweat. He obviously got a lot of action in here. I was feeling a little self-conscious, so I was covering my privates with my hands as I followed him to his dresser, and he was rummaging through it looking for something for me.

 

“We’ll have a regular guys night out. What kind of host would it be if I didn’t show you around?” He pulled out a pair of black jeans that looked like they were from the 80s. They were faded but they looks like they might fit me.

 

“Now stop all of that. You don’t need to be shy around your dear uncle. Take those hands away, let it breathe for goodness sake, he he.” I pulled my hands away, and now uncle Chester could see my dick as well, it wasn’t nearly as big as his, it was average, but it got the job done. At least I haven’t had any complaints.

 

“That’s a healthy looking thing there. I’m sure you’ve given plenty of men memorable times.“

 

“Some here and there. I’ve played around with a few guys, but not that much and nothing too crazy.”

 

“Well, while you’re here, we should do something to change that. Soil your oats, spread your wings so to speak. I’m sure these old things will fit you.“ He wadded the pants up and threw them in a corner for later, I figured he would have had me try them on, but if anything else, I can just throw on whatever comes out of the dryer. 

 

“Well, what do you think of my set up here?“ He pointed to his room showing it off. I wasn’t sure how to respond. It looked like a sex shop exploded in here.

 

“It’s pretty extensive. I couldn’t afford all this.”

 

“Well I didn’t buy it all at once. I gathered a bunch of it over the years. I’m sure some of it is from before you were born.”

 

“That long? Wow and and I thought the saying was ‘I have shoes older than you.’”

 

“I have those too! The foot subs love sniffing them. Come let me show some photos from back in the day.” Chester wandered over to the bed and reached under it to pull out a photo album. He sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him to invite me to join him. I sat on the edge and looked over at the album cover. 

 

“Closer you silly.” He wrapped an arm around my bare waist and pulled me in. We were sitting close, our hips touching. I was so close that I couldn’t ignore the way he smelled. It wasn’t typical BO, it was more like the smell of sweat, stale sex, and cheese. I hadn’t noticed it before but being this close it was fairly strong. He open the book across our laps and turn to a collage of Polaroids from when he was younger. He looked like he was in his late 30s early 40s standing next to some classic cars. He also looked like he had more body mass on him back then. I could even call him slightly bear-ish. A stark contrast to his rail thin body now. My dad was in there too, looking like he was in his 20s. I was surprised to see how much dad looked like me back then. Maybe a bit rougher around the edges, but it was fairly close.

 

“Whose car is that?” I asked, pointing towards an old van.

 

“That was mine. Your father, and I would go on road trips in that thing all the time. We got up to all sorts of riffraff in the back of that thing. You look so much like your father. Such a handsome young man.” He put a hand on my face as he looked at me to admire the resemblance. I blushed a little bit.

 

“Thanks, uncle Chester.“

 

We flipped through several other pages. He would give me a brief backstory to every one of it he pictures. He rotated his body slightly to position towards me more. When he did it I felt something warm poke against my thigh. I didn’t know what it was at first, but eventually realized it was his dick poking me. It was soft but it still had enough length to make contact. It was a little awkward, but I was more focused on the album and Chester’s commentary on the past.

 

“Here we are at one of my old friends parties. Your father stayed for a little bit, but it was getting too rowdy for him so he left early.“

 

As he showed me the collage of party photos, I saw many guys drinking and smoking pot. There were cups and bottles and all sorts of paraphernalia all over the scenery. I noticed quite a few of the men were naked. The rest wore very little. Amongst the polaroids of naked party, goers, I saw Chester in there as well. He was naked and wrapping an arm around a young 18 or 19 year old blonde boy. The blonde boy in the photos was pretty cute. Chester pointed to him as if remembering someone he forgot about. 

 

“Oh, he was a lot of fun that day. I definitely got a lot of mileage out of him. Can’t for the life of me remember his name.” 

 

He turned the page and the nude party photos continued. Common characters reoccurring to pose with one another, the occasional fool putting on a curtain like a dress, and putting on some sort of impromptu performance. In the collage of photos my eye shot to one particular photo that I was not expecting. The cute blonde boy on a table, surrounded by party cups. His legs were up in the air, and uncle Chester had his cock in the boys ass. They were fucking in the middle of the party. The boy had a look of ecstasy on his face while Chester was holding his ankles nearly folding him and a half.

 

“Oh, my God.“ I muttered, not really sure what to say. I get that it was that kind of party, but I didn’t expect to see a picture of my uncle turning up the action.

 

“Yeah, Harvey thought he was Sylvester, trying to dance a jig.“ Uncle Chester was commentating on the photo of the guy wearing the curtain dress, as if the pornographic photo of himself wasn’t the highlight of the page.

 

“I was talking about this.“ I pointed to the photo of Chester going to town on the blonde boy. Chester look at it and commentated like it was any other photo.

 

“Good technique, right? I made that little bottom squeal good. He couldn’t get enough of my meat stick.“ As he looked at the lewd photo I felt his dick starting to get hard against my leg. I think I even felt a dab of something wet oozing out the tip.

 

“Yeah, that’s quite the extreme inclusion to the album.“ That’s when it dawned on Chester.

 

“Oh! Will, I hope this isn’t too much for you to see? Your uncle having a little fun? Like I said, I’m very sex positive. I’m not ashamed to bear all and share all.“

 

Seeing photos of family members having sex would normally be quite the ick factor for me. But since I didn’t grow up with Chester in my life, I don’t feel quite as conservative around him. It was still a little bit awkward to see my uncle in that position, but if he’s comfortable with it, then I guess there’s no reason for me not to be. I tried to see it as if an another friend were showing me wild highlights of a kinky party. So I decided to be mature about it.

 

“I’m cool with it. It looks like a fun party. I wish I could’ve gone to parties like this. Not necessarily the sex part, but everyone looks like they’re enjoying themselves.“

 

“You would be quite popular then. But you probably wouldn’t want to go to this specific party.“

 

“Why not?”

 

“Well, this house party was hosted by my friend Gus. He always had a cheeky rule that any new guy who showed up to his parties for the first time had to allow their ass to be available for him to fuck. Sort of like paying a toll. And trust me almost every first timer  who went to his parties got a hefty load up their bums.”

 

“I mean, I’m not a prude, I guess it just depends on the mood at the time.“

 

“That’s not all. You see, at this particular party Gus was living with AIDS, and it was really putting a toll on him. This was before medication‘s were really a thing. This particular day I’m pretty sure he mostly spent time in his room. But his rule still stood. Let’s say if I chaperoned you to that party, Gus would expect me to bring you into his room to see if he’d be interested in fucking you. And you are quite the handsome young man. I know without a doubt he would shoo me away to leave you alone with him. Regardless of how advanced his condition was you still wouldn’t be leaving his bedroom without him emptying his toxic balls into you.“

 

“Yeah, I don’t think I would want to go to that party.“ Things really were different back then were they? I shudder at the thought of getting infected with HIV but the party itself still looked fun regardless. 

 

“Well, those wild parties are hard to come by these days. I still attend a few here and there, but not as frequently as I used to.” Chester was flipping through more of the pages looking for other memories worth recollecting. As he flipped through the pages, I noticed the photos were getting progressively more and more raunchy. Different locations and time periods well past the party. Full-blown pornographic images with him, and other men doing all sorts of things. He stopped on the page that had an assortment of kinky activity on it. My face was blushing hard, and I was trying to keep my composure. Uncle Chester pointed to what looked like a fairly recent photo of another young blonde guy sucking on his toes.

 

“This was the best foot slut I ever had. The only boy to make me cum just by working his tongue on my big old stompers. Probably of all the kinks I like, having a boy worship my feet is perfection in its simplicity. Look at that boy. Doesn’t he just look like he’s in heaven beneath my feet?“

 

“I guess. I wouldn’t know, I never did anything like that.“

 

“You never worshiped a man’s feet before? Oh, goodness! You must try it! It’s the most common fetish, you know. Even guys who say they aren’t into it, once they try it, it flips a piggy switch in their heads.”

 

“Hm, I’m not sure if I would be into that. I mean, for the right guy I guess but in general, I’m not so sure.“

 

“You never know until you try. We’ll find you some feet to go down on. We just need to find a a nearby old man who loves having boys worship his feet.“ Uncle Chester emphasized his last sentence by subtly wiggling his toes.

 

“I appreciate the offer uncle, but I will try that out in my own time. I’m not opposed to it though.” 

 

“Fair enough.” 

 

It was then that we heard the buzzer for the washer. Uncle Chester closed the photo album and was about to get up. When he lifted the album up, his massive erection, strang upward and smacked his belly.

 

“Oh goodness that trip down memory lane stirred up this old thing again.“

 

Jesus Christ, and I thought it was big when it was soft. Chester‘s cock was a massive monster thing. I was surprised the photo album was able to hide it. The head of his cock was poking out of his foreskin, and the tip was drooling pre-cum down its shaft. I looked at my leg where it was touching me earlier and I saw there was a blob of pre on my thigh, trailing down and onto my balls.

 

“Um, uncle Chester?“ He looked at the mess he made on my leg and saw my messy balls.

 

“Oh, let me get that for you.” He reached over and grabbed an old sock off the floor and started wiping me up. He then positioned himself between my legs.

 

“lift your legs Will, looks like my stuff dribbled all the way down your taint.“ Before I could say anything Chester grabbed my ankles and lift them up over my head, my ass on full display. He was sitting on his knees, scooting closer to me and placed my legs over his shoulders. His huge cock pointing straight at my ass. He took the sock and gently wiped up my scrotum.

 

“Uncle Chester, that sock is kind of dirty, don’t you think?“ I should have told him that I could clean it up myself, that it was embarrassing to be naked with legs up in front of him. But the sock did look fairly well worn so I didn’t think it was getting me any cleaner.

 

“I guess you’re right. I think I have a rag under the pillow.“ Uncle Chester tossed the sock aside, and in a maneuver not very well thought out he leaned his body forward and reached underneath the pillow my head was on. But due to where his cock was already aiming, his body leaning forward, caused his dick to come forward. I was feeling my uncles cockhead kissing my pucker.

 

“Hey! Chester!“

 

“There it is!“ Uncle Chester sat upright again, revealing the rag from underneath the pillow. His cock head no longer digging into my ass, but still pressed against it.

 

“Uncle Chester this is a pretty compromising position don’t you think? Your dick is poking me down there.“ I try to say as calmly and diplomatically as possible.

 

Uncle Chester takes a look down, and it looks as if he didn’t notice it before.

 

“Ha ha ha, well look at that. Oops guess I wasn’t watching where I was aiming this thing“

 

“Could you please move it?“

 

“Just a moment Will“ Uncle Chester reached over for the photo album and was flipping through pages all the while I could feel the heat and the moisture from his twitching cock on my ass hole.

 

“Take a look at this“ Chester pulled out a Polaroid of the party, where he is fucking the young blonde boy on the table. Legs in the air.

 

“History repeat itself I guess. Ain’t that funny?“

 

I try to let out a chuckle to laugh at his joke. And I’m surprised with how casual he is about this. I know he’s a free spirit, but is his dick pressed up against his nephews ass really not that big of a deal?

 

“Let’s get you cleaned up shall we?“ He pulls his dick aside, leaving a trail on my opening. He wipes my butt with the rag and tosses it aside.

 

“All right, let’s go dry those clothes.“

 

Uncle Chester got up off the bed. My heart was racing a little at the strange phallic contact that I wasn’t totally sure how to feel about.

 

“Hey, uncle Chester? Was that really OK, you know, your dick poking me down there?“

 

“Oh, don’t be silly. It was just a little bump. You don’t freak out when shaking a man’s hand, and that hand most likely jacked off that morning. Besides most guys in locker rooms do far nastier jokes on each other. Nothing wrong with the occasional bump.“

 

“He he, I guess.“ I guess that made sense? I mean sorta. Either way it did put my mind at ease a little. But I was curious about something else.

 

“Hey, uncle Chester.“

 

“Yes?“

 

“That blonde boy at the party in the photo. Was that his first time there?”

 

“Yes, it was. And yes, after I was done with him, I gave him to Gus to deposit his obligatory cum load.“

 

“Whatever happened to that guy?“

 

“After Gus got to him? That boy passed away about four or five years later. It was a time before meds after all.”

[PozTalkAuthor]

Curious to know if the uncle manages to seduce his nephew!

Btw, "Gifter Chester" sounds so fucking good!!!

[PozBearWI]

@Jaygusher your story telling doesn't disappoint.  Well done my friend.  

[fluffybutt]

34 minutes ago, JimInWisc said:

@Jaygusher your story telling doesn't disappoint.  Well done my friend.  

You are so right, he makes the best stories i have read on this site.

 

Hopefully this continues!

[cpluvr14]

i love the stories also very much 
a big turn on for me is the old gay's impregnating young boys

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[PozTalkAuthor]

1 hour ago, s1krider82 said:

i love the stories also very much 
a big turn on for me is the old gay's impregnating young boys

I love older guys very much to top me

 

especially when the old guy guides te NAIVE young and allows him to accept his true self

[gingerballs]

Another great from you. Jaygusher. You always know how to keep us gagging for more. Or is that drooling