Home for the Summer: Family Time

It's hard to think of myself as a pent up, sexually confused college wrestler. Those words don't belong together in a sentence, but that was me. I never felt like I belonged with the jocks, the nerds, or the druggies. Maybe it was because I was not accepting a big part of myself that I felt since I was a teenager. I liked men. I also liked women, and up until this summer home from my freshman year in college, I hadn't explored either. I was truly a virgin. I knew liked to watch straight porn. Tits were hot. I definitely had hang ups. I think I was afraid to feel sexual about men so I shut myself off from those feelings. It definitely changed this summer. After that time with Uncle Nick, I felt different.

That summer I came home to help my dad since he was alone. My mother was in another state helping my nana and papa. I learned that my uncle Nick has a different kind of relationship with my dad. One that celebrates and embraces masculinity.

Apparently Nick had seen my dad's cock in a changing room at the beach one afternoon just before mom and dad got married. Nick found the size of his unit remarkable. "I hope you aren't hurting my litter sister with that thing" he said, as a joke, but that started a bond between the two of them. Over time, he shared with Nick that she couldn't ever take him inside her all the way. It was a miracle that I was born. After that, Nick started to normalize mutual jerk off sessions with my dad. Nick told me, "I couldn't keep my eyes off it. He was so big and it made me so curious. So, eventually I asked him if I could touch it. He let me. His cock was so big and powerful, and hard. The heat that thing generated was incredible."

"So you gave my dad hand jobs?"

"Yeah, I did. His was the only cock I ever touched." I am not sure I believed that.

"Did he jerk you off too? Return the favor?" Nick was quiet at first.

"Yeah...he did. But it was all cool."

"Are you guys in love or something?"

"Look, Ernie, I love your dad like I love my brother. This was just something we would do for each other at times. It wasn't like we were going to run off together. It was really just jerking off."

"Well, if it was just jerking off, why do you "love the smell of my dad's briefs? Or was it balls? I can't remember." I mocked him a little.

"Oh, that. Eventually, after years of jerking off, and hand jobs, I kind of just went for it. See, your dad would never let me finish him off. I could just get a few strokes here and there, and he would never finish me off. Then one time, I just went for it. I could tell he was starting to squirm, and instead of letting him take over I just kept stroking harder and faster. He protested at first, but then threw his head back and thrust his hips forward and cum shot from his cock. I tell you I never felt such power, and he came with such force that his whole cock changed. It got thicker, hotter, and that garden hose of a vein under his cock got bigger and firmer. His balls were up tight and each one was a mouthful. I only got to suck each one for a second or two. That scent just stuck with me, I guess." Nick and I were both still naked while he was telling me this story. I could see his cock start to get hard again.

"So did you swallow his cum or something?"

"No. Not that. He would never let me do that." Again, I don't know if I believed him.

"But after doing that for him a few times, he started finishing me off. My cock looked so small in his meaty paws. Especially compared to his. Then, just like I got him to let me finish him off, I just took it from him. I got him really close to coming one time and I couldn't help myself. I just got to my knees and put his cock in my mouth. He freaked. He pushed me back and I released. I thought we were done. But then he realized his cock was wet with my spit, and he jerked it more. I spit on it a few times to keep it moist and he blew. The next time was easier."

"Fuck. Uncle Nick, I can't believe you sucked my dad's cock! Seriously. That is fucked up."

"Yeah, I know it sounds that way, but if its so fucked up, why are you rock hard again?" I looked down and without even realizing it, I was stroking my own cock and he was right. I was rock hard.

"I don't know!" And with that, Uncle Nick got to his knees,

"Like father, like son." And he gobbled my cock. Uncle Nick knew what he was doing, His mouth was warm and wet, and his tongue felt so good on my cock head. I never had a mouth on my cock before, and now I knew why men loved blow jobs. It looks hot in porn, but that feeling. Oh my, that feeling of a warm wet mouth, and he was practically swallowing my cock. I could feel it pressed into the back of his throat. I could feel his tongue dancing around my cock head. Uncle Nick gagged and choked and then more warmth surrounded my cock. With no hands, Nick voraciously worked on my cock and I called out, "I'm gonna cum!!' I could barely get the words out and my cum, my second load in an hour, filled Nick's mouth and dripped down the sides of my shaft. He sucked it all. Harder and faster until I had to beg him to stop. "Stop, stop...please, stop!"

"Mmmm. Wow, just like your old man. Fuck that is hot." Nick stood up over my spent frame and grabbed his meat. He spit what looked like some of my cum into his hand and stroked his own cock, He looked me in the eye. "Spit on it." I did. I spit on his cock.

The lube was enough and Nick threw his head back and jerked faster. His whole torso flexed hard and his six pack popped. Looking hotter than I had ever seen, he grunted and shot his load on me. Six or seven pulses of hot milky cum all over my torso. I felt it. For the first time I came in another man's mouth and felt another man's cum.

I learned a lot that summer. I learned that I was a man, and there were a lot of different ways to satisfy a man. The thought of Uncle Nick doing this with my dad, was infuriating and enticing all at the same time. I needed to understand more.