Stud Uncle

[rp666]

My senior year in high school, after I had completed football season, I started working for a steak house as a dishwasher and quickly moved into the cook position.  I was 6’ 185lbs and cut due to playing sports throughout school.  Aside from weights, I ran for cardio every day, ate a high protein low carb diet, and had a fast metabolism to match my raging hormonal sex drive.  It had been out of control for years.  I knew I was gay from a very early age and actively sought to satisfy my appetite.  I would sneak into the ABS and bathhouses around town.  Always plenty of men wanting to suck some young jock cock or get fucked in the video booth at the ABS, or guys who looked to play in the sauna, sling room, or video room at the bathhouse.  Primarily a top, if the guy was hot and in college, at the time what I considered an older man, I would open my hope.  One on one was fine, but group fuckfests with others watching was always better.  I loved being watched and it was easy to draw a crowd.  I would hang in the video room at the bathhouse and get blowen by guy after guy.  If I was in the mood, I would flip them over and fuck their ass and then watch as another guy would clean off the cum from my cock after I had cum in the first guy’s ass.   By the time I was heading to college I had racked up more guys than I could count and along with it, numerous trips to the public health office for testing and meds for STIs.  I had quite the record.

One day a new hire came to the restaurant.  He was the son of a friend of one of the managers.  He was a crazy stud.  He was a wrestler at a neighbor school, 5’ 10” about 160lbs, blonde, blue eyed, zero body fat, drove a pickup truck, smirk on his face, wore tight cloths, he knew he was hot.  He exuded animal lust, a walking hormone.  As the weeks passed he flirted with everyone – male and female.  He didn’t care.  In the kitchen galley he would lift his shirt to show his six pack abs, with a light tan treasure trail leading down the bulge in his pants.  He had no problem showing the other cooks his monster cut cock which leaned slightly to the left with a short crop of blonde hair framing his meat.  He was very proud of his physique and his cock – no doubt the envy of his peers in the showers after practice.  He had a swagger that screamed stud.   Others who knew him said he wasn’t a tease, that he was a hormone for anyone who wanted to service him or allow him to top.  A fuck was a fuck.  He was a young man’s man.

Running parallel to all this was my gay stud uncle.  Thirteen years older than me, he was a bronzed 6’ 1” 195 lb muscle man with jet black hair, perfect v shape, small hips, big chest, muscled legs, former Army infantry man who lived within a mile of me.  When other men in the extended family were having a beer, he would be drinking whiskey.  He had a series of cars and motorcycles: Harley, Corvette, pickups.  He regularly went to Los Angeles and San Francisco for vacation.  His home was always open to me along with his weightroom in the basement.  The room was equipped with a bench, free weights, pull-up bar, and mirrored walls.  One afternoon, after working out, while my uncle was at the store, off the weight room, behind a locked door, I discovered a dungeon, porn mag covers posted on the dark walls, with a fuck bench in the middle and sling in the corner.  I had used them both at the bathhouse and had become accustom to grabbing the guys by the hips as I rammed by cock mercilessly up the anonymous dude’s ass until I unloaded and then went downstairs to the shower and sauna to clean up and get ready for another round.  Seeing the sling in the room off the weight room sent my mind into overdrive. I began to picture to sessions of my stud uncle railing the dudes.  It immediately got me hard.  I stripped, foisted myself into the sling and put my ankles in the straps moving my hole into a perfect entrance position.  My heart pounding, I quickly moved out of the sling and shut the door, not wanting to get caught by my uncle in his dungeon should he unexpectedly return.  While  I was 18, he was 31.  My body was still developing, his was in prime form.  The smell in the room told me it was regularly used.  By the worn feel of the room, I had no doubt that the guys he railed had shot their load all over and the leather and it was well lubed with cum.  I noticed a camera attached the ceiling.  Not wanting to get caught, I climbed out of the sling and exited the room cautiously, locking the door behind.  I went back upstairs, changed my cloths, and waited for him to return.  Not long after changing, he returned, I thanked him for the use of the weights and then left.  The thoughts, however, continued to invade my mind with vivid images of the pleasure-fest luring my fantasies.

[BoYGaSM]

Fuck this story is looking great so far dude.. excited to follow it!

[cman54]

Very good start. I'm sure this story is going to get very good.

[kitpig]

Great start - I'm looking forward to seeing how this story develops 😈😈