Austin Wells had a party to celebrate his graduating high school with relatives and friends galore gathered at his house, and while that wasn't all that unusual, what happened afterward certainly was.
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I wasn't awake when the door opened, but the creaking sound must have roused me out of a very light sleep. At first I assumed it was our cat Dude, because he has a knack of somehow being able to open the door, but when the door closed a few seconds later that eliminated him as a visitor.
My back was to the door, and I fought the urge to turn around or call out asking who it was. Instead I stayed where I was, cowering under the sheet like I used to when I thought there was a monster under the bed or in the closet. Back then I wanted the monster to go away, but in this case I wasn't sure.
The visitor could be any of seven people, since besides my folks a few people had decided to stay over, having had a few drinks too many at my graduation party. I eliminated my grandmother, although I suppose she might have gotten confused about where she was, and that left four possibilities.
Before I narrowed it down any further, I felt the sheet being lifted up a little, and then the bed moved as my visitor climbed into bed behind me, close enough for me to feel the breath on my neck and the heat of his body. Then I felt the prickly hairs on my visitor's legs against my skin, and that narrowed the possibilities down to one.
"Austin?"
The whisper came along with the feel of a hand on my bony shoulder - a big hand that applied gentle pressure - and then I was faced with a dilemma on whether to answer or not.
"Uncle Lloyd?" I whispered back and my uncle spooned up against my backside, and all of a sudden what I had fantasized about for several years was coming true.
"Did I wake you?" came the voice as I felt the hair on his chest rub against my bare back.
"No - I mean I don't know," was my response.
"Were you expecting me?" Uncle Lloyd asked, and I answered that I didn't know.
"Do you want me to leave?" he asked, and then came what you might call a pregnant pause before he added, "The way you were looking at me in the pool this afternoon - let's just say that I wasn't sure but I had a feeling you might enjoy me stopping by to see you."
Uncle Lloyd, the older brother of my Mom, had always been my favorite, but as I matured my feelings about him changed. I knew what I was by now, and Uncle Lloyd seemed to know as well, since he commented to me that most of the classmates who had attended my party were male.
I had always looked him over when he would visit with my Aunt Sophia, but had no clue that he had noticed me checking him out until this afternoon. Even though he was almost 50, the man was still nicely put together, and when he had caught me daydreaming while staring at him, he couldn't help but notice that my swim trunks did little to hide how I felt about what I was looking at.
"Couldn't help but notice that my nephew had really grown up all of a sudden," Uncle Lloyd was saying, and then the hand on my shoulder was pulling me backward so that I was on my back looking at the shadows dancing on the ceiling.
Uncle Lloyd's hand was now sliding off of my shoulder and moving over my collarbone and down onto my chest, and my breath caught in my throat when his fingers found my nipple.
I could only make out the shadow of Uncle Lloyd at my side, but I could make out clearly the way that his index finger kept circling around my nipple, and while I wasn't certain what I was supposed to do, it was obvious that Uncle Lloyd was in no hurry, judging by the way the tip of her finger was teasing my hard little peg.
I had been with a few guys, but they weren't anything like Uncle Lloyd. With the other guys it was just a case of grabbing each other's cocks, jerking and sucking in a frenzy, but I had never been with a real man like Uncle Lloyd. A married man, who had apparently left my Aunt Sophia back in the guest room, and that was enough to blow my mind right there.
I had spent a lot of time fantasizing about Uncle Lloyd, but that was done as more like idle wishing. I had admired his handsome features, his bald head and facial characteristics resembling that of Patrick Stewart of Star Trek fame, and his muscular body which made him look younger than his age.
I had even rubbed a few out late at night, imagining that I was in this very bed, having his hairy body embracing me instead of his wife Aunt Sophia, who was an attractive women in her own right. Me? I was just a homely, skinny kid fresh out of high school, and while I was of age, actually being with a man like Uncle Lloyd was not within the realm of reason, yet there I was.
"Does this feel good to you, Austin?" Uncle Lloyd was saying as his finger left my nipple and gently rubbed my chest, his meaty paw touching me so lightly it was more like a breeze against my smooth skin.
"Yes," I squeaked, my chest heaving and my throat dry.
"You aren't scared, are you Austin?" he was asking, and after I managed to choke out a no, he added, "Mustn't make any noise. Wouldn't do for anyone knowing I came to visit you."
The sheet came down past my knees, which were actually knocking together as my body trembled, and then Uncle Lloyd's hand went down my chest and over my stomach, stopping at the elastic of my pajama bottoms before sliding back up to my collarbone.
The two of us breathing were the only sounds in the room, and while Uncle Lloyd's was slow and deep, my breathing was like that of a runaway locomotive. It was lucky I was flat on my back because I don't think I could have stood up at this point.
Again Uncle Lloyd's hand went down, only to stop at the elastic. Again and again his hand went down, only to stop. Once his fingers nudged under the waistband and slid a few inches under, only to retreat again. If Uncle Lloyd's intention was to drive me crazy, he was doing a great job of it.
Finally, I moved my hand from beside my hip and moved it over to Uncle Lloyd. My hand on the bare skin of his hip showed me that he was naked, but then my hand was taken off of him and brought up back over my head.
"Later, Austin," Uncle Lloyd whispered as he leaned over and kissed my nipple before nibbling his way up to my collarbone, even pausing to kiss the tiny cluster of hairs under my arm. "Mmm... you taste as nice as you smell."
Since I was now sweating like a pig, that gave me a little comfort along with sending chills down my spine. Uncle Lloyd leaned back and resumed his stroking of my chest, adding a little tweaking of my nipples to the mix.
"Have you ever been with a man?" Uncle Lloyd asked me.
"Sort of," I replied, although I had never experienced anything like this exquisite torture.
"A woman?" he asked, and while I had made out with a couple of girls and had done a little groping, the only honest answer was no.
