"Way to go, Joshua," I vainly said to myself as I stared at the reflection of my eighteen-year-old physique in the patio's glass door.
I had just finished my daily laps in our pool, which I have been doing religiously since mid spring.
My body has changed drastically over the past six months. My upper body was gradually becoming V-shaped and the muscles on my pecs, arms and legs have become more defined. I'm by no means bulky; just fit.
I turn to my side to check out my lats and butt; I am pleased with the results. My butt has always received complements from girls at school and they always said it was one of my greatest "assets". I actually owe my bubbly butt to the genes on my father's side of the family.
From my mom's Nordic side, I inherited my blonde hair and blue eyes. Except for my armpits, pubic hair, and moderately hairy legs, I am naturally smooth; just like the men in her family.
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My mom, Isabelle, passed away five years ago and ever since, my dad, Jack, occupied his time by running his own successful advertising company. He's a workaholic and he loves it. He also loves me very much but he never quite figured out how to be a single parent. He tries, but because of his hectic schedule, he wasn't always there.
He's also not the affectionate type. We rarely had a "buddy" relationship and he was always somewhat formal. The only way he knew how to show his love was by making sure I was well provided for. We live in a large beautiful house in one of the best neighborhoods in Pasadena, and I go to the best private school in the district. In return, I always tried to be the good son. My grades were always exceptional and I never got into any trouble.
My dad never remarried. Over the years, he had a few casual girlfriends but his relationships never lasted long because of his busy work. It didn't bother him much as he'd never get attached to the women he dated anyway.
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My father is a man's man. He's 43 and quite the catch. When we're out, he gets a lot of attention. I always notice women checking him out, and some men, too. Even married women in my dad's circle of friends are always "jokingly" feeling his muscles and pinching his firm round butt.
When he was younger, he was the star of his rugby team. He was born to be a rugby player. He had the agility and the natural physique to match. He's 6'1 and bulky. With his broad shoulders, impeccable pecs, and bulging arms - which he likes to show off by wearing Polo shirts one size too small - the man is a beast. Despite the few extra pounds he gained over the last few years, his body is still in top notch shape.
When clean shaven, he has an adorable baby face, but for the past few years, he's been sporting a full beard; dark brown with a touch of gray, which makes him incredibly macho and sexy. His beard complements his hazel eyes and buzz cut brown hair. He's also quite the hairy man; brown fur perfectly blankets his upper body, arms and legs.
But by far, my dad's best physical feature is his huge fat cock. It's one of the most beautiful uncut fuckers I have ever seen.
I've never seen it erect, but when soft, it's about seven inches and frighteningly thick. I am sure there's an additional inch hidden in his magnificent forest of pubic hair. His balls are quite the sight, too. Large and hang tight underneath his massive tool.
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I had just turned thirteen the first time I saw my dad fully naked. It was by accident. He had just finished his shower and was getting ready to get dressed when I barged into his bedroom. My eyes were immediately drawn to his gigantic manhood and I loudly and unknowingly gasped!
"Did it scare you there, son?" he jokingly said as he put on his underwear.
"It's huge, dad! It's a lot bigger than mine," I impulsively replied.
He laughed hysterically and said, "Don't worry, sport. Yours will be as big as mine and maybe even bigger when you're older. All the men in our family are blessed with big tools. You just be patient."
That day was my awakening. I felt something; something new. I lied on my bed thinking about my dad's stunningly naked body and all its glory. What was wrong with me? Why was I turned on by my naked father?
That night I had my first wet dream and my father was the star. I woke up with a smile on my face, but it didn't last long. The guilt quickly kicked in and it was awful.
As much as I wanted to, over the years, I never intentionally fantasized about my dad. But to this day, whenever he's shirtless or I accidentally see him naked, I would furtively gaze at his body for as long as I could, and every now and then, I would have wet dreams about him that are always so fucking wild.
I did, however, fantasize a lot about uncle Abe, and for some reason, I never felt guilty about it. Maybe because he's my dad's half brother or maybe because uncle Abe's character is completely different from dad's.
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When my father's parents separated, my grandmother married a man of Lebanese descent and had uncle Abe, who's three years younger than dad, and aunt Katia, who's seven years younger. Uncle Abe's actual name is Ibrahim, Arabic for Abraham, but everyone called him Abe.
Although my dad lived with his father after his parents divorced, he and his half siblings were really close and they loved each other. They all lived in the same neighborhood and over the years, my dad and uncle Abe became best friends and played for the same local rugby team.
I actually saw both my dad and uncle Abe shed tears for the first time in my life as they were saying their goodbyes during uncle Abe's farewell party, right before he moved to London four years ago.
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Just like my dad, uncle Abe is the definition of a real man. While marginally shorter than my father, his muscular and broad body give the illusion he's a giant. His voice is husky and loud; very loud. He sounds like Alex Jones, which for some reason, I find incredibly manly and sexy.
He inherited his light tanned rugged body and dark brown hair from his father and piercing green eyes and long lashes from his mother.
I've seen him in his swimming trunks a few times and his body is fucking majestic. He's hairy, not quite as furry as dad, and it flawlessly covers his enormous torso and six pack, all the way down to his thick thighs and legs. He also has naturally muscled calves. Any bodybuilder would be envious of uncle Abe's calves.
When he used to come over for a swim, I couldn't wait for him to get out of the pool. His wet trunks would stick to his crotch and I could see the outline of his dick and its fat circumcised mushroom.
But unlike my dad's baby face, uncle Abe's face is intimidating. He has a natural hostile look that always made him look fierce and was about to fight someone. His seductive dark brown bushy beard and shaggy hair made him even more menacing. When he smiled, it always looked devilish. I've never seen a sexier smile on a man.
Also unlike dad, he was very touchy-feely in a playful yet bully-like way. Whenever he joked or teased someone, which he did a lot, he would follow with a headlock or jabs on the chest or arms. His jabs left temporary marks on my arms a few times but I never did mind it.
If I had to describe uncle Abe in one word, I'd say he's a brute. A GODDAMN SEXY BRUTE.
He was always fun to have around. Everyone liked him as he was always up for a good time. He was also always up to date with pop culture, sports and technology, which was great for someone my age. I've had way more interesting conversations with him than I ever had with dad. We also both love video games and played frequently.
I've always wished my dad was as fun and as warm as his brother. The only thing I disliked about uncle Abe was that he always called me "kiddo".
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Few months after I had jerked off for the first time, I came to terms with my sexuality but I've kept it to myself. I never told anyone, not even my closest friends. I especially didn't tell my dad because as a macho ladies man, I knew he would be disappointment if he found out his son was gay.
Over the years, I dated and made out with few girls, just to keep up appearances. But I never felt any sexual desire for any of them and would always make up excuses to break off the relationships.
I have also come to terms that I am not attracted to guys my age; only butch men with bodies that resembled my dad's or uncle Abe's.
In fact, Uncle Abe was the hero of many of my sexual fantasies.
When I started checking out porn sites, I always looked at images and videos of muscled hairy men, but whenever I jerked off, I would always fantasize about uncle Abe holding me in his arms, kissing me and making love to me.
That lasted up until last year.
During one of my all night porn viewing sessions, I was intrigued to explore different kinds of videos. I eventually fell into the vortex of raunchy BDSM and humiliation porn, and MAN, OH MAN! It was a whole new world. A world I really liked. The more I watched, the more I wanted to be part of that world.
