I've always had a special place in my heart for my Uncle Jerry. He is what some might call a renaissance man. He bakes his own bread, keeps bees, is good at chess, and he was a pilot in the Air Force. He graduated from college and became an engineer.
Uncle Jerry had a beautiful family, two girls and two boys, and a wife whom he clearly was crazy about. I always imagined that he and Aunt Marie had great sex together. That was the vibe that they put out.
When I say that I always had a special place in my heart for him, I can't ignore the fact that I thought he was appealing in a masculine way. I secretly entertained fantasies about him. He was of medium height with short-cropped dark brown hair, a bit of a belly that nevertheless never made him appear fat or unfit. He seemed comfortable in his body.
Aunt Marie, unfortunately, fell victim to a rare cancer of the spleen, and she died during their middle age. I went to the funeral, of course, but didn't see Uncle Jerry for some months after.
I was eighteen and still living at home when my Mom and Dad and I paid him a visit. They had been worried about him of late. Dad, his brother, said he seemed withdrawn when he spoke to him on the phone. We went to stay the weekend. Two of the children there were off at college, so their rooms were available. I occupied the one next to my uncle's.
I ducked out into the yard around midnight to fire up a joint and watch the stars. When I came back inside, I heard moaning sounds coming for Uncle Jerry's room. The door was slightly ajar, and I crept quietly up to it. I could hear him tossing about in bed. He kept repeating his wife's name "Marie... oh, Marie... please darling. Marie...". Clearly, he was in distress, and the anguish in his voice touched me deeply. I slipped into the room in my stocking feet. I stood by the door until my eyes adjusted to the darkness. There was some light provided by a digital clock by the bedside, and I could make out his form clearly. While I stood there, he rolled onto his side and the sheet came partially away from his body. I could see the dark patch of his pubic hair, and the semi-erect penis that lay on the sheet shifting slowly. I became immediately aroused at the sight of it. Here was the man I had been having sexual fantasies about for years, lying naked before me with his cock in full view.
He continued mumbling fervidly. I understood none of it except the name 'Marie'.
As I stood there, his cock grew, sliding incrementally in little jerks toward his belly.
The words "This is crazy" came to me as a warning as I silently fell to my knees at the side of the bed. I was only about a foot or so from him. I stared at the cock. By then, it was at its fullest, and I knelt there admiring it. It wasn't an especially long cock; average, I'd say. But it was thicker than most and had a very nice plump helmet. I stayed there quietly watching it as it jigged about subtly against the sheet. Uncle Jerry had stopped talking and I assumed he was sleeping soundly. But his penis certainly wasn't sleeping. I reached out a finger and touched it on the shaft. It sprang up in response, and I quickly withdrew my hand. My heart was beating wildly. What if he were to waken and find me there. But other than the response from the cock, he showed no reaction. Feeling emboldened by this, I rested my head on the sheet so that my face was mere inches from my Uncle Jerry's cock.
"You miss her, don't you, fella." I whispered, and touched the tip of the cock head. Again, the reaction was was immediate. It jerked against the sheet. I looked at Uncle Jerry's face. He was lying with his head resting on his outstretched arm. He appeared to be in a deep sleep. He began to snore softly, more like a deep purr. I continued to play with the cock, stroking its length with a forefinger. Soon, a small droplet of precum peeped through the diminutive lips of the head. It glistened in the dim light of the clock. How beautiful, I thought. My uncle's sweet sex nectar had traveled up from his balls and honored me with a private showing. I so wanted to taste it!
Uncle Jerry's arm suddenly came down from above the pillow and grazed my face. I stayed absolutely still for many minutes in a state of shock. By then, I could see there was no apparent danger of his waking. Still, it took me some time to relax from this unexpected development.
Returning my gaze to the penis, I could see that it was softening. The precum was still there and was slowly sliding along the surface of the glans. I reached a cautious finger and made gentle contact with it. Pulling my finger away, I was delighted to see a looping string of it sway languidly between my finger and the cock lips. I brought the fingertip to my lips and silently licked the precum off. It was a very special moment. As I tasted it in my mouth, and felt its smooth viscous film coat my tongue, I looked at my uncles face. My heart beat rapidly as I savored the sweetness of it.
