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Subject: Different Summers with My Uncle – Part 3 Different Summers with My Uncle This is a story about sex between consenting individuals. The story is fictional. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material, then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We’ll be glad to have you back. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. If you enjoy reading stories on this site, please fty/donate.html Thanks! *Part 3 -* When school was out the next summer, and it was time to drive back, I was beyond thrilled. As soon as I got out of the car I ran straight for him, jumping into his arms. He hugged me and kissed me then let me go so that I could greet the rest of his family and he mine. I was a very different person from the previous summer and everyone could tell. I was more social and friendly, not sullen and withdrawn. I hung out with my cousins this time, when they weren’t busy working, instead of keeping to myself as I had the year before. I could tell my aunt and uncle were happy with the change. My Uncle Joe even commented on it. “So, Danny, you’re different,” he said and winked at me. He had used our special code word to describe the two of us and that made me smile. “Thanks, Unc. I feel different.” It was fun to have a secret that only the two of us knew about. It was like we were members of an exclusive club, but instead of an official handshake, we had shared a night that I would never forget. And I was looking forward to another just as soon as we could get away. “Well, you’ll have to tell me all about it when we watch the stand. You would like to go with me and watch it again, wouldn’t you?” I had to play it cool even though I was about to jump out of my skin with excitement. “Yeah, sure,” I answered nonchalantly. “That would be cool with me.” “Good. It’s my turn on Tuesday. Does that work for you?” “Tuesday’s good, Unc. I’m looking forward to catching up.” On the inside, I was jumping up and down with joy. As far as I was concerned, Tuesday couldn’t get there fast enough. I bided my time until the big night by drawing more portraits for my family and their friends. I had become quite well known for my drawings. It was going to be nice to go back home with a little money in my pocket again. On Tuesday afternoon, I went upstairs to take a nap. I couldn’t believe I actually fell asleep even though I was anticipating a fun evening with my uncle. I was woken up for dinner by my cousin Tim. Everyone was already gathered around the table, so grace was said as soon as I sat down. After dinner, I helped clean up and then went back upstairs for another nap while everyone else was watching TV. Uncle Joe came and got me when he was ready to go. I had made sure I was clean before I had gone upstairs, so I felt ready for whatever he had planned. We drove out to the stand and backed in beside it just like the previous year. This time though, he opened the driver’s side door and said, “Let’s climb in the back. There’s more room and I even brought a sleeping bag and some blankets. “Blankets, Uncle Joe? It’s hotter than blazes tonight!” “They’re not to sleep under, Danny. They’re to make the truck bed more comfortable.” My eyes got real big as the lightbulb went on over my head. “Ohhhhh, I get it.” I climbed out of my side and helped him drop the tailgate. Then we both climbed in, arranged the sleeping bag and blankets, then laid down next to each other. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I did the same around his waist. We looked up at the stars that I could only see when I came to visit my family up north. Back where I lived, the lights from all the houses and streetlights obscured the stars. This was truly magical, and I told him, “I love the way you can see all the stars when we come up here. It’s beautiful.” “Yeah, I don’t usually get to enjoy them when I’m keeping watch, but I’m glad you’re here with me tonight, so that we can enjoy them together.” I looked up at him and he had the funniest look on his face, like he was a little boy again. “Me too, Unc.” He looked down at me and smiled. Then he leaned down and kissed me. It was sweet and almost chaste. It made me wonder if we were going to be together that gaziantep travesti night after all. He answered my question by deepening the kiss and inserting his tongue. I sucked on it eagerly then gave him mine. He sucked on it in return. I was getting hard, so I reached over and felt his. It was hard too. I rolled on top of him and ground my cock into his, each of us moaning as we made out. My uncle was a great kisser, so full of passion and lust. He smelled good too. It was unique to him. He smelled of coffee, fresh earth, and old bay rum aftershave. “If you don’t stop that, I’m going to cum in my jeans, young man, and I have other things planned for it.” That excited me. “Yeah, like what?” I asked anxiously. “We have all night, Danny boy. Let’s just take it slow, okay?” “Okay,” I said, a little disappointed. “Let’s get naked so the we can enjoy each other’s bodies first.” I got off him and stood to get undressed. He laid there watching me, so I slowed down and did a little strip tease for him. I removed my shirt slowly, turning around to reveal my wide shoulders and small waist. “That’s new. Where did you learn to do that?” He asked. I laughed and continued. I turned back and showed him my pecs and abdomen. “Who are you and what have you done with my skinny nephew?” He asked jokingly. “I’m glad you noticed. I’ve been working out.” “Well, it shows. Now show me more… please!” I dropped my shirt on him, then unbuttoned my jeans. I was wearing 501s so it was sexier undoing one button at a time. I turned again, pushing them down over my butt. He got an eyeful of the sexy new underwear I’d bought just for this occasion. They were small, tight and clung to my dimpled ass. I pushed them down to my ankles, then kicked off my loafers and shucked my jeans completely. When I turned back to him, my cock was sticking out of the top and he looked like he might start drooling any minute. I pushed them down and kicked them over to him. He put them up to his nose and sniffed. That was the single sexiest thing I’d seen in my whole life… so far. I stood there, naked with my cock sticking straight up, waiting for him to make the next move. He came back to himself and started scrambling to get out of his clothes as fast as he could. Once he was completely naked like me, he said, “Come here, boy!” I laid down on top of him and we made out as we ground our stiff cocks together again. I pulled back and announced, “I want you to fuck me, Unc.” He looked a little shocked, but then smiled asking, “Are you sure, kiddo?” I nodded. “Yes, I’m sure. I’ve thought about it all year and I want you to be the one that pops my cherry. Are you in?” He chuckled at my accidental double entendre. “Well, I’m not yet, but I will be shortly… if you’re sure.” “I am. In fact, I brought supplies. I leaned back and fished out the small tube of lube that I’d brought with me. “So you thought I’d say `yes,’ did you?” “I hoped you’d say yes.” “Well, I hoped you’d ask me, so I brought…” he fished around in his own pocket and pulled out a condom, “this. Never have anal sex with anyone without one, do you hear me?” “Got it! Now, how do you want me?” “Eager. I have always liked that about you. Wanna ride me?” I got the biggest smile on my face at those three words. I’d always wanted to be a cowboy on a bucking bronc! I opened the foil packet and rolled the rubber onto his stiff prick while he lubed up my asshole and then his own member. I positioned myself over it, then sat down slowly. I relaxed as much as I could, but he was so much bigger than anything I’d practiced with in the weeks leading up to this moment. I felt the stretch and the burn, but I kept going. I wanted this more than anything. Once I was seated and my balls were resting in his pubes, I stopped to adjust to the fullness inside me. “You’re amazing,” he said. I looked down at him and he was beaming. That made me happy. I raised up and lowered myself again. “Oh, yeah, buddy, that feels so good!” I did it again, this time a little faster. He seemed to like that, so I sped up some more. Pretty soon I was riding him and enjoying every minute of it. He stilled my hips with his large hands, holding me in place, then began to fuck me. It felt incredible! I leaned down and kissed him. He devoured my mouth and sucked on my tongue. I shifted my weight so that gaziantep masaj salonları I could stroke my own cock while getting the fucking of a lifetime. I came soon after, clamping my ass muscles down on his hard prick and shooting my load all over his hairy chest. “Unghhhhh!” I moaned into his mouth. He bucked one more time then shot his load inside me. “Awww, fuck!” He screamed into mine. When we were both spent, I collapsed on top of him and chuckled. It had been so intense, I couldn’t help myself. He joined me. He held me as I came down from my sex-high and I snuggled against his hairy body that was now covered with my spunk. He let go long enough to grab a corner of the blanket and push me up. I knew what he wanted to do, so I propped myself up on one arm and let him wipe us both off. Then I laid back down on top of him and he wrapped his loving arms around me once more. As we lay there, he broke the silence with a question, “Is your knee okay?” “It feels fine, thanks.” He paused and asked another, “So, have you and your brother played the kissing game lately?” I looked at him and answered, “No. He says he’s too old now. I did manage to suck his cock once though.” “Yeah? Wanna tell me about it?” “Well, he was asleep in the other bed and I noticed that he had morning wood, so I snuck over and pulled the sheet down. He was sleeping in the nude, so it was easy to lean over and take his stiffy in my mouth. He woke up and started to protest, so I put my hand over his mouth and just sucked harder. He stopped and went with it. He was coming down my throat within minutes and I enjoyed taking it all. He never let me do it again, though. He said it was wrong, but I know he loved it. He just couldn’t get past the brother thing.” “That’s too bad, but I did warn you that he wasn’t different like us.” “Yeah, you did.” We both got quiet again and then a thought occurred to me, something I’d been thinking about a lot over the past year. “I have a question for you. I know you told me that you and your Uncle Angelo had jerked each other off that one time after your grandparents died, but you made it sound like it was a one off, was it?” “I know I made it sound that way, but in my defense, I never said we didn’t do anything ever again either.” I looked at him sideways, so he continued. “I wanted to do more but he was resistant, so I started walking around naked in the apartment all the time, not just at bedtime. Sometimes I was even hard and didn’t attempt to hide it. I thought I might be starting to wear him down, though, because one evening I heard him moaning in the shower. The door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open further and could make out his silhouette behind the curtain. He was beating off. I pulled the curtain back slightly and saw that his eyes were closed, so I don’t think he knew I was there. I knew this was my chance, so I snuck in and sunk to my knees in front of him. Then I put my hands on either side of his hips and he nearly jumped out of his skin. He let go of his cock and I took hold of it, then put my mouth on it. He started to protest, but I think as soon as he felt me sucking his cock, that protest died in the back of his throat. I’d never given a blowjob before, but I just treated it like an ice cream cone or a lollipop. He didn’t complain and before I knew it, he was coming down my throat. It was awesome. Of course, he pretended to be pissed and even cussed me out, but I knew he liked it. He just couldn’t admit that his own nephew had given him such pleasure. He took to locking the door when he showered after that, so I had to get creative once again.” “Geez, Uncle Joe! Even after all that, you still wouldn’t give up.” “I was a sex starved teenager! Of course, I wasn’t going to give up,” he said and laughed. I joined him. Then he continued, “We still slept in the same bed and we were still naked, so I waited for another opportunity. I got my chance one morning when I noticed that Uncle Angelo had another erection. I slipped out of bed, went to the kitchen and got some olive oil.” “Olive oil?” I asked. “I know it wasn’t the best thing to use, but I was improvising. Anyway, I slicked my finger up and inserted it into my butthole then slathered my ass crack with the stuff. I went back to bed and when I was sure he was sound asleep, I lifted my leg and straddled him, resting my oily asshole on his hard cock then I started rubbing it back and forth. He opened his eyes and realizing what I was doing, tried to gaziantep escort bayan push me off. But I hung onto him, speeding up. He resisted less and less, then stopped completely. I leaned forward, reached back and inserted the tip of his fat prick into my butt and before he could start putting up a fight again, I sat down all the way. It hurt like hell, but I was determined to wait him out, so I sat there, not moving until the pain turned to pleasure. Then I rode his cock while he jerked me off. He came up my ass and I shot all over his chest.” “So then what did he do? What did YOU do?” “I got up, helped him up, and led him to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and we both got in. I could tell he was mad at me, but I just started to soap him up. That seemed to soften him up a little bit. He took the soap from me and did the same to me. Once we were all clean, I turned off the water and stepped out. He followed, and we dried off in silence. I knew he was trying to think of what to say, so I spoke first, `I love you Uncle Angelo.’ That did it. He took me in his arms and hugged me. Then he said, `I love you too, Giuseppe.’ I knew he meant business when he used my real name. He said, `But we can’t keep doing this. I may be a lonely old man, but I’m also your uncle and this is wrong. I think you’re confusing love with sex. They are not the same thing.’ I thought about what he said. Did I want to have sex with my uncle because I was confused or because he was the only one around to have sex with. I answered. `I love you Uncle Angelo, but I’m not in love with you. I just really like sex a lot and you’re the only one around to have sex with. If you don’t want to do it with me anymore, I’ll understand. It’ll make me sad, but I’ll stop.’ He leaned back so that he could look me in the eye. `If it’s just sex, then okay, but if it’s something more than that, then we can’t, okay?’ My face lit up as I answered, `I promise, it’s just sex. I’m just so horny all the time!’ Laughing, he agreed, `I can tell.’ Then he asked, `Aren’t there any girls you could be having sex with?’ I answered, `Uncle Angelo, I don’t like girls.’ He seemed to think about it, then said, `Maybe not now, but someday you will.’ That’s when I asked him, `Do you like women?’ I don’t think he was prepared for that question, but I could tell that he wanted to answer honestly.” “Like we do,” I pointed out to Uncle Joe. “Yes, like we do. He finally answered, `I am not attracted to women, no.’ There it was. He was gay, although we didn’t call it that back then, and that was why he didn’t want to have sex with his nephew! I mean, I guess he did actually, but felt guilty about it. He seemed to finally realize that we were still naked, holding each other, so he tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t let him go. `It’s okay, Uncle Angelo. You’re perfect just the way God made you. We both are.’ That seemed to sink in.” “But you got married and had kids?” I asked, confused. “It was expected so I gave into the pressure. I’ve never regretted it, but I do feel like I missed out on something though.” “I’m never going to get married.” I insisted. “Uncle Angelo didn’t either. He chose to remain alone rather than marry a woman. I admire him for that.” “Yeah, I guess I do too. How did you and Aunt Janice meet?” “We were both enrolled at the vocational college. I was in the farming program and she was in cosmetology. As you know, she still does hair out of the front room. It’s good that she’s kept up with it. Anyway, we met, I liked her, and she liked me, so we went out a few times. I made the mistake of getting her pregnant… your cousin, Billy. I’m Catholic so she converted, and we got married. We’re more like best friends but I think she’d agree that it’s been a pretty good marriage. I love her…” “But you’re not in love with her,” I helped him finish. “No,” was all he could say in response. “I never have been. You should wait for love, Danny.” “I’ll try…” Wishing to change the subject, I said, “I wish I could stay for the summer, but like I told you, I have art camp.” He hugged me tighter and said, “I wish you could too, but I understand and I’m very proud of you.” “Thanks, Unc,” I said then kissed him on the mouth. “We should get dressed and get back in the truck. It’ll be time to head back home soon. Unless you want to stay back here and take a nap.” “With you? Always.” He kissed the top of my head, then closed his eyes. I did the same. We woke up a little while later, got dressed and headed back home. The family, me included, drove back on Saturday. I didn’t cry this time as I hugged my favorite uncle one last time before getting into the car. I wrote him whenever I could over the next year and he wrote me back. I told him I was looking forward to working for him the following summer, if my knee wasn’t bothering me, that is. It hadn’t been lately, so I could only assume that working out with weights had somehow strengthened it. (to be continued)

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