Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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I had come to Paris with my Uncle Andy as part of a "well done" package for completing my first year Uni. exams without too much hassle. I was after an Architecture degree and had kept up with the work and played quite hard too; all in a fairly vanilla way. But hey, I was still just 19 and had plenty of time to broaden my horizons and dip my toe (and anything else that would fit) into more murky sexual waters.
Uncle Andy had been around all my young life. I remember him teaching me to swim, me holding a football with outstretched arms while he held me gently under my waist and hips. His encouraging (and harmlessly provocative) banter; "That's the way my big, strong boy. You'll have the strongest legs and the biggest bum in the pool. Now Mike, kick for all you're worth."
And I did. I so wanted to impress this young man with his fit, muscled body and tanned good looks. I was barely a third his age and a pudgy, tallish child with no idea that by the time I was 18 I'd be looking at uncle Andy completely differently.
He was like a god; blonde, fit, toned and tanned. He'd taught me almost everything and now I wanted one more lesson.
"OK stud?" Andy teased, as he led the way out of the check-out area and towards the car hire desk. The fit, tanned male assistant with twinkling brown eyes, dark curly hair and a sophisticated aroma of expensive cologne was about the same age as Andy, (34/35) and speaking French so quickly I couldn't understand. I was impressed how fluently Uncle Andy was keeping up. There was an aura of flirting and good-natured banter about the conversation. The desk attendant was looking my way and smiling and winking at me. Andy stage whispered that the guy fancied me and had a special price for the hire car if I went to the back room and sucked his cock. Every so often Andy and the guy would stop talking and look at me earnestly. This wasn't like my uncle. He was normally so protective towards me. What was going on?
Suddenly Andy burst out laughing. Now the car rental guy looked puzzled.
Andy smiled over at me and explained that the questions were about my driving ability and did I want to drive in Paris?
"Was I old enough?" asked the assistant, and Uncle Andy had told the guy that I was old enough for anything he could think of and looking for new experiences in Paris. All said with a nudge and a wink to rub home any double entendre.
"Bastard" I muttered under my breath and tried hard not to redden up as they resumed their chat in French. My uncle signed some papers and picked up the keys. After a firm handshake and a weak smile from me we headed outside to the parking lot with the luggage trolley.
"You know, Jean-Claude back there would love to show you around. He reckons you are so young and inexperienced he could make you cum in 10 minutes. I said No way, More like 5."
I slapped his shoulder in a playful but hard way and he winced with make-believe pain and we pushed on to the rental car park.
Andy had booked an Audi: a long sleek shiny, black automobile that promised speed and comfort. The interior was red leather and polished wood. I couldn't help thinking, "crumpet catcher" but I hoped not.
We had fun inputting the hotel address on the sat-nav. and made our way round the ring road to the hotel. It had a wide pull-in area and we left the car to be parked as a young, slim, uniformed guy came and took our bags. He led us inside and waited nearby as we booked in to our room. Then he took the key from the receptionist, who had kept our passports, and led the way to the lift. I admired his tight-fitting trousers and waist-coat, thinking he was a lot nearer my age than Uncle Andy and if I was here alone I'd like to feel confident enough to make a move.
He was a hot, young Latino, about my age and slightly smaller in height. He certainly looked fit and good looking, with come to bed dark brown eyes, twinkling through long, black lashes.
Once in the hotel room it was obvious that we were sharing a bed albeit a large one, and since Andy was picking up the tab I didn't want to rock the boat. He tipped the bell boy, giving him one of his special head to toe appraisals and getting a slight blush and warm smile back. As Andy palmed his bum as he escorted him out of the door he muttered, "See you later, lad."
He smiled as he closed the door and then headed for the shower and I settled on the bed and started to flick through the TV channels.
I must have dozed off because five minutes later I heard Andy calling me to join him in the shower.
"Hey It's great in here. Plenty of room. why don't you join me? Not still shy are you? Come and look at my latest tattoo. Bet you can't spot it. It's really discreet."
Now one thing I loved about Uncle Andy was his body. Ever since the swimming lessons I had been attracted. He was fit and toned, with a tan to die for. I had to wonder how far the tan went nowadays. I remembered a brown body and a beefy white bum with marked tan lines. He had gradually acquired several tats to his calf, shoulder and chest .They were all very artistic and he had recently taken to wearing stubble, all of which reinforced his manly beauty. And I did find him beautiful.
I wanted to look like him. I wanted to speak and act like him. Most of all I wanted to fuck like him. On and on, never losing rhythm or intensity. I wanted to be a heavy cumer like him and a quick reloader. And how did I know all this about Uncle Andy?
Because ever since my 18th birthday he had been visiting me every month and fucking me senseless.
