"Well, I guess; it IS better than some dozen-odd people blabbering away about things they can't seem to remember ..."
"Ok, it's settled then. our leave tomorrow."
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So, Kevin was on the plane to his Uncle Jimmy's. Jimmy's full name was James Sebastian Taylor, and he had been a sailor all his life, until now. He had sailed on tonnes of cargo ships, in his career of over forty years. He had been sailing since he was 17, so, not surprisingly, he had no family, no friends, and no possibly acquaintances that could bear his temper. For, he had been a very unpredictable, temperamental seaman from the very first day. And, as time passed, he only grew worse. He drank a lot, cursed like anything, and used to get into fist fights for anything and everything under the sun. The last was hardly a problem for him, and almost never posed any real threat to him at all, as he was a very well built man, primarily due to his exposure to manual labor from an early age. He as a large, hairy man, with big, rounded shoulders, thick, strong arms and a very able upper torso. But, that was a long time ago.
Now, the "captain" - as he used to be called, not because of any professional courtesy, but in jest, as he wasn't that well liked by his neighbors, which themselves were hard to find because of the very remote location of his residence - now 58 years of age, had grown a little fat over the years, due to his very sedentary lifestyle. He was still very largely built, and had the same big, rounded shoulders. But now, he had grown a little pot-bellied, and he was very hairy. And, he had sobered down a lot too - he still drank, but his temper was now mostly controlled.
Jim came to pick me up at the airport. The drive was almost 2 hours, and he said nothing. Of course, we chit chatted a little, but nothing that lasted for more than a minute.
Jim's "cabin", as he liked to call it, was near a small lake. The place was pretty much deserted, and there was nobody around for miles. It was a small dwelling, but had everything we needed, and plenty of it, too.
He showed me to "my" room, where I was to stay for the week. It had a medium sized bed in the middle, and that was pretty much it. He showed me the bathroom - the lock was broken - but, as he explained, since he the was the only one for miles, it hadn't matter that much to him. He suggested that I whistled whenever I had to attend to any bodily functions.
I had arrived in the morning, and we were now having dinner. By now he had warmed up to me a little, his only nephew to ever visit him. I was, of course, very submissive, and if I were to be any more submissive, he would be taking me from behind - in other words, I had listened to everything that he had to say with the utmost attention, and had obeyed his each and every single command, and had followed him like a puppy wherever he led me. So, of course the bastard was liking me more now.
We had dinner, and I told him about my plans for the summer, and surprisingly, he seemed to agree with me, in that he was of the opinion that life was to be lived, and that he wished that he should have lived more, and worked less.
After dinner, we retired to our rooms. I couldn't sleep, the reason in part being the thrill of being in a new place, but mostly because it was hardly 9, and the old man had already declared bedtime. Of course, I couldn't resist, but I couldn't doze off either. So, I laid in my new bed, which was remarkably soft and fluffy, and then decided to get a drink, and possibly a "drink" drink, if I was lucky, from the refrigerator. I tip-toed into the hall, not turning the light on, lest I woke up the beast, when I saw a light in the bathroom. Thinking he was up, maybe I could go and watch TV in the living room, I strolled over to the bathroom door to ask his permission. But what I saw caught my attention more that any late night TV show ever could.
There he was, "Captain" Jimmy, with his pants down, staring at what I thought was playboy, and stroking himself. In his hand was his massive, thick cock. It was quite long too - long and thick - and he was wanking himself off like nobody's business. 'really, that thing must have gotton him a LOT of action', I thought to myself. But still, I couldn't take my eyes off at the scene that was before me. I was excited, and I mean REALLY excited, and, what turned this event into something even more interesting was the fact that I was now had. And not just something flimsy, I was ROCK hard. Amazed, I stared at him while he rubbed himself. Finally, after a couple of minutes, he shuddered, and came. He must have cum really hard, for he spurted out a lot of juice. I watched as the hard monster went limp, and then took a last look at the hairy little masturbating uncle of mine, and then stole back to my room.
I laid down on my bed, but I couldn't go to sleep. I was more turned on then I had ever been before.
Next morning, I was taking a shower, when he burst through the door. Apparently, he wanted to pee. I pretended that i didn't even notice him, and kept on soaping myself. But notice him I did, and I saw him looking at my cock. Suddenly, I felt myself get self consciousness, and because I was still horny from last night, I started getting hard. I don't know if he saw that or not, but he zipped down, took out his member, and started to do his business. So, for a minute, I was looking at his thing and he was looking at mine. Sweet. Then he zipped up, and went out. By now I was really hard, but i couldn't wank off, lest he may come back and witness my little show.
Later that evening, we had dinner, talked about irrelevant stuff - mostly his stories of the sea - and then retired to bed, at 9. I went to my room, and laid down on the bed, on my side. I only wear boxers to bed.I was extremely horny, and I was planning how to get some release tomorrow, when I heard the door of my room creak, and hen I saw a streak of light. Jim was in my room. I pretended to be asleep.
I held my breath, and waited as he approached the bed, and then felt him slowly pull down my boxers, and then took them off completely, and threw them on the floor. I was surprised for a moment, and then I realized what was about happen. Suddenly I got a strange, exciting, thrilling, completely amazing rush in my chest, and I got a hard one. Nd suddenly, I was more turned on than I had ever been in my whole life. And, did I mention I was so hard it was aching?
I was gay.
Slowly I felt him lay down on the bed beside me. I was on my side, and he was spooning me from behind. I felt his cock poke me on my butt, and realized he was naked too. And, he was hard, and evidently oozing precum.
He knew I was awake.
I felt his hairy chest on my back, as spooned me closely, and I felt his hand on the side of my back. he gently slid his hand to my belly, and slowly caressed me. As he rubbed my belly, I felt his warm, wet breath on my neck, and felt his week old stubble, and then his warm, wet tongue. He licked my neck, as glided his hand across my belly, and he put his other arm under me, so that both of his arms were around me now, and he grab on to me quite firmly.
He slowly glided his hands from my belly to my man breasts. Yes, I have sagging, big man breasts. And I get turned on if somebody plays with them. Can we stop the snickering please?
So, he caressed and cupped my man boobies, and then I felt hand go down to my belly, and then to my dick. He slowly took it in his hand, and gently rubbed me. I was going wild!
As I was extremely turned on by now, I started to push against his hand, and gently humped his fist. But he let go - evidently he didn't want me to cum yet. I felt his hand going to my lower back, and then behind me.
