Uncle Ronnie was a perv. I knew it from the first moment I saw him in my parents' living room. Ronnie just had that leftover 70's style macho look to him. His button down shirt was open, revealing dense black chest hair and his belly pushed over his belt slightly. Gold man jewelry seemed to glimmer everywhere you looked at him. He was my mom's brother and when we moved to Las Vegas so my mom could find a better job, Ronnie seemed to always be hanging around our house. He told me I was his favorite nephew, as far as I knew, I was his only nephew, but what the hell.
"Hiya, Sasha," he said, winking at me and giving me the "thumbs up" gesture. Ronnie was Russian just like my mom, an immigrant, but he seemed to walk and talk like every natural-born American I knew. He had a traditional Russian name, but I never heard anyone call him by it.
I was washing my car and Ronnie lurked about, watching me from the front steps. I was beginning to think he was as bad as the divorced lady next door, always checking me out while I messed around out in the yard.
"Hey, Uncle Ronnie," I said, greeting him and suddenly wishing I'd put on a shirt before I started washing the car.
I was into guys, it wasn't public knowledge, but the thought that my own uncle might be checking me out was a little creepy. Maybe when I got some money of my own and a place to live, I'd be more open about it, until then, I was keeping a lid on my private life. Sure, I was eighteen, but I still lived under my parents' roof. Being a big slut made it difficult to hide, but my parents just thought I had a lot of guy friends back in Dallas. Ok, so when guy friends spent the night, we were sucking each other's dicks. So what? So far in Vegas I hadn't had any time to meet guys. I needed to get laid, it was my top priority.
"What's on the agenda for this summer, Sasha?" he asked, he had walked out to meet me and slapped me on the shoulder like we were old pals. I wanted to tell him getting some action was on the agenda, that probably wasn't such a good idea.
I smiled, maybe he was just trying to be cool.
"I'm looking for a job right now, I put in a bunch on applications, but so far, nothing."
"What? No one wants to hire a good looking young guy like you? What about strip clubs?" he asked, letting his black/brown eyes wander over my body. I got goosebumps feeling his gaze slip down my bare chest. On second thought, maybe he did want to fuck me.
"Strip clubs?" I laughed, nervously. "I'm not good looking enough for that. I don't even look like I'm eighteen."
His stare didn't wander, but focused on my crotch. Then I was sure of it, he was a perv and he did want to fuck me. Questions answered. Mentally, I felt a little slimy considering it, but my cock went hard when I tried to wrap my mind around the image of sucking my uncle's dick. Maybe I was the pervert. I adjusted myself in my cut off jean shorts with my back to him. You're just fucking horny, Sasha, I told myself.
"Sure you are Sasha, especially for the gay clubs, they'd go crazy over a little blond, blue-eyed twink like you," he smirked and trailed his fingers across my thigh. I shot him with a spray from the hose, just to tease the horny, middle-aged goat. He backed away with a grin on his face and a sizable lump in his pants. If my dick hadn't been so hard, I might have felt sick just thinking it. Unfortunately, my cock wasn't getting any softer.
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My parents went out after dinner to gamble away money they didn't really have and stayed out late as always. I thought about my uncle and his wacky ideas that I should strip. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that and I would find a way to pay for UNLV in the fall. If not, I guess I had some ideas to fall back on. I was horny out of my mind, or I wouldn't have even considered such a thing. Thoughts of fucking Uncle Ronnie crept into my head. I wondered if he liked to top or bottom. He was probably a top, guys like him most always were. Me, I liked it any which way. I'd been with a few guys, mostly in high school and I tried it all, loved it all; fucking, sucking, fingering-everything. Never had I been interested in girls, even as a last resort.
Ronnie was staying over for some reason, probably because he wanted to get in my pants. I was sure he had his own place, a wife and kids, but I didn't know how he swindled my mom into letting him stay with us. With a hard dick in my hand, I debated on whether I should go down the hall and try to get some. Sure it was weird, but something about him made me hot as hell. It was probably just the forbidden aspect of it, or maybe it was the telling bulge in his slacks I always noticed. I stuffed my dick back into my track pants, waited awhile and went downstairs.
Uncle Ronnie was sleeping in the small guest bedroom at the end of the hall. The door was wide open and I looked in to see him sleeping peacefully on his back with only a thin white sheet over his thick furry body. His broad chest rose and fell with every breath, he moaned in his sleep once and I noticed his hard dick protruding beneath the sheet. It would've been impossible not to notice, because from where I was standing, he looked like he was hung. Big cocks made me weak in the knees, just seeing one made me want to feel it stuffed all the way up my ass or down my throat. God, it was so totally wrong, but I had to suck that dick.
Creeping into the room by lamplight, I flipped the sheet back to view my naked horny uncle. Ronnie's big fat cock stood bolt upright, and might have been the hardest cock I'd ever seen. I'd have a hard time getting that monster in my mouth, but I was willing to give it a try. Though he was a chunky man, he was well groomed and it was hard to see past that delicious looking tool.
I slid my hand around his weapon and he sighed in his sleep. Oh yeah, I was going to suck that dick until it ran dry. My dick sprang back to life as I took Ronnie's fat cock into my mouth. Immediately, I went to work, stroking him off and sucking at the same time. Precum drizzled the back of my tongue, just spurring me to suck harder for the prize. Ronnie's eyes opened about the same time I cupped his big old balls with my hand. He smiled down at me. Guys told me I had a big dick, but mine was nothing like Ronnie's. I may have had length, but his was as long as mine and nearly twice as thick.
"Sasha, I knew you loved cock, the very first time I saw you. That gorgeous mouth was made to suck dick," he moaned, caressing the back of my head with his hand. His dirty talk just got me hotter, made me want to take his cock all the way in my throat. I took it until my nose brushed his curly black pubes.
