| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tWhen I was fourteen, my Uncle John made me a promise: “If anything is bothering you, Ben, or you need to get something off of your chest, I promise I’ll be there for you.” He said. “You can tell me anything and I won’t share it with anyone else.” Every summer since I was ten, my parents would take long vacations to try and rekindle their marriage, and through most of my teen years, I was sent to stay with my father’s brother. In many ways, John was more of a father figure to me than my own dad, but we were never close in the traditional family sense. Uncle John was more like a cool sitter. He was an adult that really understood me even when I was being a moody brat, as most teens can be from time to time. Naturally, or perhaps unnaturally, this led me to become very fond of Uncle John in a relatively short time. By the second year, I found myself looking forward to those summer campouts in the tent in his backyard, or grilling burgers for dinner next to his swimming pool; those nights we spent stargazing or cuddled together on the couch way past my bedtime, watching movies that my parents would never let me watch. I suppose it’s easy to say our relationship progressed naturally in hindsight, but to an outside observer perhaps my uncle would seem more like a predator. I mean aside from the fact that he’s a lion. I still remember that night when cuddling on the couch became more than cuddling. It was about a week after Uncle John’s promise to me. My head was resting on his chest. I don’t remember what we were watching- probably something cliche like Masters of the Universe or Conan the Barbarian. My wandering hands wound up where they shouldn’t have been and and innocent night of cuddling became show and tell with my own uncle. I told Uncle John that I thought I might be gay and in that moment, my uncle came out to me. Maybe he thought that it would make me feel better knowing that someone close to me was also a homo, but my little hornball mind was focused on something else. Something packed tightly into denim and mere inches from my nose. Something that was obviously bulging as I squeezed it through the fabric and made my uncle gasp. He lifted me from his chest and looked into my eyes as he asked me if I knew what I was doing. I was honest, saying that I had never done anything like that with anyone before. Uncle John wore a kind smile as he asked me if I really wanted to see his penis. He gave me every opportunity to forget about it and go back to the movie like nothing had happened, but I knew that if I didn’t say yes, I wouldn’t have the courage to try something like this ever again. My affirmative made his pants come off. My hands helped the jean fabric slide down his thick thighs and my fingers wrapped around his semi-hard length. I watched in awe as his shaft grew and grew, thickening and throbbing even larger than I had imagined up towards his pudgy belly and muscular chest. His size when fully hard completely dwarfed mine, and I had a brief pang of jealousy as he let me touch and stroke his impressive length, coaxing a bead of precum from the tip. He returned the favor, but neither of us got off. I wasn’t ready for that yet and Uncle John understood. Instead we parted ways at the top of the stairs after a brief fondling session and slept apart. However, my dreams were a furious whirlwind of lewd thoughts and fantasies about Uncle John. I didn’t have to wait long for a lot of those fantasies to come true. Our sexual escapades blossomed in the weeks that followed and we were steady lovers by the time I was sixteen. We were so comfortable together that Uncle John and I started hanging about his house in the nude. He also sometimes invited his friends over to play- with my permission, of course. Zheer was a blue and grey maltese liger who my uncle had met in college. They apparently had a long and sultry history together and I was eager to meet an adult with such an exotic name and appearance. Zheer struck an imposing figure at nearly twice my height with rippling muscles, but he was calm and kind; he was even a little shy when I started to kiss and rub his taut abs under his shirt. But when the clothes came off and Zheer stretched me open with his stiff, pulsing rod, I was in heaven. The feel of that thick length sliding as deep into me as my uncle’s did was exquisite when mixed with the sounds of the older men swapping spit behind me. When Zheer hilted and left me mewling and panting, he gasped and let out a whorish moan from my uncle’s dick forcing its way into him. We were locked in nirvana then, a train of bliss that grunted and panted and groaned with each motion. Our six balls pressed hotly together in a meaty sandwich as we rocked back and forth and the scents and sounds of sloppy male sex filled the room. Then Zheer spoke those magic words: “B-Ben… I’m gonna cum!” I pushed back as best I could, wanting all of him in me when he unloaded. I could hear Uncle John thrusting and panting in soft grunts, the sounds I had come to recognize as a fast approaching climax. I clenched around Zheer’s thickness just in time to feel him throb even thicker as his quivering girth pressed against my prostate and forced me over the edge into a shuddering orgasm. My clenching hole around the base of his length wasn’t quite enough and Zheer thrust a few more times between us before he hilted and then erupted inside of me, moaning aloud as the weight of his load put a bulge in my small belly. My uncle didn’t last long against Zheer’s spasming anal muscles and he soon sprayed rope after sticky rope of leonine cum deep into his friend. We collapsed into a panting, shuddering pile and lay for what seemed like hours in the pleasant afterglow.\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t