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Uncle Jon's Cock

By: nylondad



I was aged 28 and not involved in any steady relationships. I had lived with two women in five years and there was a definite (and welcome lull) to my love life. My relationships with women were always so intense. I usually needed about a six month break from any type of dating so that I could recharge my batteries.

I had on occasion dabbled with men and I had at one time a relationship with my cousin Jimmy as well as an on again and off again relationship with a divorced cop named Rich. What I mean by relationship is that there was a lot of mutual sucking and no heavy duty emotional involvement. 

My mother had two brothers named Fred and Jon. They both were construction workers. When they came to me parents home for holidays very often they would kid around by showing off their big biceps. The both were very nice to me and seemed to be dedicated family men.

Jon always drove a Ford F-150 that he used for work and when he got a new one it was always red in color. He always kept it polished. I remember that as a little kid he would sometimes visit our home and he would wash his truck in the backyard with my cousin Jimmy. He would then let us ride in the rear of the truck and we would drive around. That obviously was not the safest way to travel but as a kid it seemed like fun.

Jon stood about five feet ten inches in height and I would guess weighed about two hundred pounds. He was very muscular. As he had just past the age of fifty he got a little bit of a paunch but he still looked good for his age or any age. As a young construction worker he had been seriously injured in a fall from a scaffold and sustained a large cut on his right upper leg. When he wore shorts at our home and my cousin and I would help him wash his truck he would wear shorts and on occasion the large scar on his leg was visible. The scar was about four inches long and curved towards his groin area.

I lived in a condominium about twenty-five miles from where my uncle and aunt lived. I had discovered a place about ten minutes from my home that sold porn movies and magazines and "marital aides." I would go there when I was horny and pick up a magazine or rent a DVD and then go home and play. On one occasion I noticed that the owner of this place had expanded his operation to include booths where for a quarter you could watch a movie in relative privacy. There were ten booths and in three of them there were "glory holes." 

Personally I would not suck any cock that would poke its head into one of these holes. That activity is not safe I was reluctant to put my cock through it myself. I was always worried about a nut case cutting my cock off. When in the booth I would sometimes get myself off and leave.

One Friday night this changed. I had not been dating and I was especially horny. It must have been the way the moon and stars were lined up but I wanted something from someone or to do something to someone.

I had stopped off home and changed into a pair of jeans and a sports shirt. I had a snack and then went for a drive to the movie place at least to pick up a movie and then go home and play by myself. I noticed a lot of vehicles parked in the lot. The place was crowded. I browsed through the magazine section and I then walked to the booths.

One of the booths was vacant and I went in with a handful of quarters. This was a booth with a hole in the wall that was about four inches in diameter. I found a movie where a woman was servicing two huge cocks. I wanted to be one of the guys as well as the woman. I was focus on the movie and did not notice who if anyone was in the booth to my right. 

I had my cock out and I was lightly stroking it and fantasizing. I heard the door to the booth to my right open and then close. Either some one had left or someone had just entered. I happened to look down at the hole and through the reflection from the screen in that booth I realized that there was someone in that booth. I went back to my movie. By this time the woman in the movie had a cock in her ass and one in her pussy and both were getting a rhythm as they slid in and out. 

I was as hard as I can get and there was pre-cum dripping out of me. I looked at the whole and thought I saw a hand. I looked closer and saw a hand stroking a cock. There was as super sized head on the cock and it looked very suck able. I was curious for maybe a closer look. I through in four more quarters into the machine and squatted down at an angle so as not to let my neighbor know that I was observing him. 

He was standing towards the door at the back of the booth and the reflection showed his cock and large balls clearly. His had sparse hair around his cock. His pants and underwear were down around his ankles. There was some serious pre-cum leaking out. Then I saw it and at first I did not comprehend what I was seeing. I was looking at a scar on his right leg that was about four inches long and curved. Uncle Jon.

I trembled and my cock went soft. I stood up and did not know what to do (if anything). I wondered what he was doing here and then I answered myself. We were here for the same reason. 

A thought went through my mind. It was a kinky thought. If I sucked off Uncle Jon then I would have sucked off both father and son. Could I do so without his knowledge?

I looked down again and he was hard and dripping. He had offered his cock to the hole.

I crouched down again and got closer. There was less light on his cock. This was because he had approached the hole. He was standing closer and I had trouble seeing his cock but it was there. My hands were sweaty and shaking. I put one of my fingers just on to the bottom edge of the hole for a moment and then withdrew it. I put two fingers back on the bottom edge of the hole and left them there. I felt skin.

He pushed his cock over my fingers and the head was now inside of my side of the wall. I withdrew my fingers and stared at head of this hot angry looking snake. It gave off heat and was dripping. He was considerably larger than his son Jimmy. He pushed it in and out of the hole and then he must have flattened himself against his side of the wall as all of it was mine for the sucking. I had to do this. I am guessing that this monster was over eight inches in length. I touched the head with my right hand and pulled it and squeezed it. There was a moan from the other side.

I placed it in my mouth just like the first cock I had had ever done this to (his son) years earlier. I had to open my mouth very wide to accommodate him. I left it in my mouth for a moment and tried to get used to the incredible head. I gave it a light suck and then pulled it in as far as I could and then withdrew it to the ridge. 

He was dry humping the wall and I had trouble controlling the action. I had to grab this monster at the base and then control its depth in my mouth. I nibbled and sucked and pulled and slobbered on it. He was dripping constantly. I licked, sucked and played with his cock for what I would guess was about ten minutes. The inevitable occurred. His movements on the other side started to get sporadic. Somehow the head seemed to get bigger and swell. I was ready.

I had the head in my mouth when he shot the first gooey load. That was followed by the next and then the next and then there was a dribble followed by two more. This was the thickest come that I ever had to deal with. It was nearly chewable but not unpleasant. I kept it in my mouth and swallowed this load little by little until I got it all down.

After he came and pulled his pants up and left the booth. I put two more quarters in the machine and hoped that he did not linger. 

I left the booth. There was no sign of Uncle Jon. It was raining. I had not remembered seeing s red F-150 when I pulled in but since there is so many of them on the road I may have missed it. 

What a relief. I had parked my car at the far end of the parking lot and got in. I got my seatbelt on and started my car. I put on my windshield wipers and there appeared to be something wrong. 

I shut off my wipers and undid my seatbelt and got out of my car. There was something on my windshield caught in the left wiper blade. It was a piece of paper.

On the paper was writing that said, "You provided me with relief that I have not experienced in years. Any time you want to repeat your relief efforts, call me on my cell phone. Love, Uncle Jon." 

Uncle Jon's Cock Ch. 02



After my visit and experience with Uncle Jon at the glory hole, I drove home. I could still taste him in my mouth and I had to jerk off twice just to get to sleep. I had his note with his cell phone number and I left it on my night table. I entered the number in my cell phone. 

I was at work a day later and started thinking about what had occurred. I wondered whether my uncle thought about what had occurred. I started thinking about calling him but wondered how the conversation would start. Basically I was over thinking and over analyzing. I was scared and excited about the prospect of sucking him off again.

I went to the gym after work the same day and upon arriving at home I noted that there was a message on my machine. It was from Uncle Jon. His message was friendly and brief and he asked me to call him the next day while he was at work. I became nervous.

While at work the next day I called him and left a message on his cell phone. He called back and when he did I walked out of the office and spoke to him. He asked me how I was doing and I said okay. I asked him why he really wanted to talk to me.

He asked me if I was interested in going out on his boat. He did not sound particularly nervous. He said that he was tired from work and wanted to know if I wanted to take a day off and maybe hang out on his boat docked at the Jersey Shore. He did not mention his note on my car. I asked him if he was going to ask Jimmy (my cousin) as well and he made up an excuse that Jimmy was "probably busy." I was going to mention something about our little episode but chose not to. He told me where his boat was docked.

I agreed and it was two days later on a Wednesday that I drove to a place called Manasquan Inlet at the Jersey Shore where I went to meet Uncle Jon. I had left my home at about 5:30 A.M. to avoid the rush hour traffic. The day was warm with an early morning temperature of sixty five degrees. There was some humidity in the air. On the way there I started having second thoughts about what was possibly was going to happen. Sucking a cock through a glory hole had the component of anonymity. Actually doing it especially with a man I had known since I was born was another matter.

I wondered whether my uncle had ever sucked a cock and if he had the chance if he would suck mine. I mean he was my uncle. Then I remembered how I started with my "hobby" and that was with my cousin.

Life can be very weird. I had this need for a regular suck buddy once in a while and I had not had one since in a few years. Part of me wanted one now. I just did not want any hassle.

His boat was called the Pequod and it was a thirty-five foot boat with twin inboard engines. I had heard that he had a boat but prior to this day had known very little about it. He had purchased it new about two years earlier. As I drove up towards where there was parking, I noticed his pick-up truck. It was shiny and although not brand new was polished to a high luster. He was waiting on the boat and he waved as I parked my car. He had on a white pair of shorts and a blue striped shirt. He greeted me warmly and gave me a hug. I had brought a bag with a change of clothes and a bathing suit. He handed me a cup of hot coffee. We talked for a while and he showed me the different facets of the boat. There was a galley as well as sleeping quarters and a toilet below decks accessed by a three step stairway. He had an electronic fish finder and all type of communications gear on it. He had a digital sound system on it for music.

He said since it was so calm he wanted to go out into the ocean. After about ten minutes of talking, we prepared to leave. He told me what to do with respect to untying the lines of the boat. He started up the engines which had a deep throaty sound to them and we pulled out of his slip and into the harbor. The time was about 8:00 A.M. and there was a minimum of traffic. We stopped off and we took on fuel and some ice. The sun was strong. There was a breeze and I sat and watched the other boats. I took off my shirt and then went below deck and changed into my bathing suit. 

About twenty minutes later we were heading out into the ocean. It was not rough. The ocean was flat. It was truly a magnificent day. There were seagulls and other birds in the air. I watched sunbathers on the beach. The engines propelled the boat forward at a leisurely speed. 

I asked Uncle Jon how he was feeling and how business was going. He said he felt fine and as he said he had all the business he needed. He asked me how my love life was going and I said it was not great and currently was in limbo. I told him that I had not found the right woman as yet and at the present time I had decided to take a break from doing any serious dating. He then asked how I liked my condominium and I said I really liked it. I noticed that he kept on adjusting his shorts. He noticed that I had noticed and he gave the area around his fly a little tug cupping his hand. There was a substantial bulge there. I did not comment.

Finally he mentioned what really was on his mind. Uncle Jon asked me if I had any residual negative feelings about our "meeting." I told him I did not. He said he had not come by being sucked in many years. He said he had found the place that had the glory holes about six months earlier when he had been on a construction jobsite and checked the place out. He said he had visited there about four times over a six month period and would only get himself off while looking at movies. He said that he was reluctant to put his cock through the hole but when he saw my fingers come through the hole it was a "no brainer." He said he could not believe how good it felt to have his cock not only sucked but milked of his load.

I asked him how he knew it was me in the booth. He said he saw me go into the booth as he was looking at a magazine rack nearby. He had no idea that I would suck him off and said that after he had left the note he did feel a little strange. However he said we were both men and did not see anything wrong with what had occurred. He said he was not sure why he was compelled to leave the note but then said he did so that perhaps there could be the chance for a repeat performance. At least he was being honest.

I asked him why he invited me on his boat. He said nothing for a moment and then he seemed to get a little sad. He did not respond directly. He said he had always been loyal to my aunt but that for some reason the sexual part of the marriage had changed. He said he that his visit to the glory hole had been a revelation. He had seen me go into the booth that night and had thought about leaving but his curiosity and horniness had taken over. He said he could not believe how good my mouth felt on his cock. He said that before he met my aunt he dated a woman who would suck him and swallow him regularly. He did not want to criticize my aunt but I got the picture. He was making excuses for bad behavior. But then who was I to criticize?

He said he would never go out with another woman but that going to the porn shop did trouble him and he would feel guilty afterward. He said the place was seedy. He said he knew that I had girlfriends in the past and did not make a value judgment about what I did nor about what he did. He thought to himself after our "meeting" that maybe I had a similar need as he did and perhaps we could meet and satisfy our respective needs. That is why he called me. He admitted he was self centered in inviting me and the reason he had invited me but that he figured he wanted to take the risk.

He asked me if he had made a mistake in judgment in inviting me on the boat. I told him that it was a nice gesture that was appreciated and that although we were related we were both men. I told him I had been working very hard without any time off so that the invitation was welcome. He appeared to be more comfortable after our conversation. I felt more comfortable as well. I did not know at the time whether it was possible to have an ongoing relationship with him. I was not sure whether anything would happen on this day. There was much to consider.

I did not volunteer to Uncle Jon the circumstances under which I had sucked my first cock or any subsequent cocks. He did not ask. I did not ask him if I was the first guy who had ever sucked him. It really did not matter. We did not make any overt moves towards each other. I was not sure what I wanted to do. This was weird and I wondered if I was making a mistake. It was as if this was too close to home and I needed to think here. I mean this was my uncle. I also loved the anonymity of what I had done in the past. Then I thought of how I started with my cousin and how close that was to home and slowly I came to terms with maybe what I wanted to do. There would be one advantage to being in a relationship with my uncle and that would be that I thought he would be safe to swallow. Then if there was to be a relationship there would be the consistency of never having to search for what I wanted and what I wanted was safe. I never wanted to use a condom and the only reason that I did suck him when I did was that in my mind he was safe. That is probably flawed thinking but it did fuel the justification for what I had done and what very possibly what I wanted to do again. I mean what if he was not telling the truth and that he had sucked off and swallowed cocks prior to our meeting? Then I remembered that he was not the aggressor the night we met. He seemed content to stand and jerk himself off until my fingers made their way through the hole. I had to trust my instincts and take the risk as I did the first time.

We traveled farther out into the ocean for about ten miles heading east and then headed south running parallel to the beach. Uncle Jon asked me if I was hungry and I did a double take and we both laughed. The time was about 11:30 A.M.

He said in the cooler below decks there were sandwiches he had made and beer. The ice he had purchased when we took on fuel had cooled the beer. I retrieved a beer and sandwich for each of us. I ate a sandwich and drank two beers. The sea air had made me hungry but not just for food. As time passed I became more and more comfortable. Uncle Jon took off his shirt. He was still so muscular. I was not sure whether he had underwear on at the time. There were no other boats within sight.

There was a small stairway leading to the area below decks. I had an idea. I walked down two of the steps and then faced the stern of the boat (facing Uncle Jon). He looked perplexed. I was at a level that had my face (and mouth) at his waist level. He was at the helm steering the boat about ten feet away. Without speaking I motioned for him to move a little forward. He did so. I looked at him and rubbed the outside of his shorts. He unzipped his fly and let his shorts drop to his ankles. He stepped out of them. He did not have any underwear on at the time. He looked all around to check for any other boats. He was able to look forward and he would be able to steer if needed by just moving backwards toward the wheel. His cock was exposed. It was semi hard. It hung at an angle slightly upward. He was circumsized. The head of his cock appeared pink and huge. I pulled him slightly forward. I stroked him on the underside and he became harder He stared at me and I could sense that he was anxious. I was becoming aroused. I held his cock with one hand and with the other got my bathing suit down and then off. His cock had a soapy smell to it. 

I leaned forward and took him in my mouth. My mouth had to stretch once again. He may have groaned but I could not hear over the sound of the engines. I pushed him as far as I could to the back of my mouth and then sucked him in and out slowly. He was flexing his cock muscle. Not long afterward I tasted his pre-cum. With one of his hands he held the back of my head lightly. I played with the head of his cock and stroked his balls. I focused on the head and gave him little bites and then I would take him in my mouth as far as I could. He was so big that I needed two hands to manage it. I stopped for a moment and took a swig off of my beer. He had grown to his incredible full length. The width on his cock was about the circumference of a frozen orange juice can. The head looked like a giant mushroom cap. It was no longer pink but rather red. I was astounded and pleasantly surprised at how hard he was. I was able to get about half of his cock into my mouth. I know I had sucked him off once before but doing this crotch to face gave me a new appreciation for his cock. I was playing as there was no rush. I was in a comfortable position and the sea breeze and sun made for a pleasant backdrop for a slow, wet and sloppy blowjob. I would take a swig of the cold beer and then play and suck and nibble. I would stop and then start on him until he finally asked me to finish him off. I pulled him into my mouth as best as I could and just sucked. I used my hands to pull him slowly in and out of my mouth and at the same time I sucked and flapped my tongue on the underside under the head. He came with the same vigor he did the first time. There were five spurts, a pause and then two more before he finished. I squeezed the last drops from him with my hands and my mouth. I needed to wash down my come snack with a beer as his come was like paste in my mouth. 

He pulled up his pants and stared at me for a moment before speaking. I walked up the steps and stood close to him at the wheel. He said he did not remember ever being sucked off like I did to him. At this time my cock was like a rock. I needed to come. I was going to jerk-off. Uncle Jon stared at me and my cock. I stood on the deck next to him. His hands did not leave the wheel but he stared at my cock. I took his left hand off of the wheel and rubbed it against my cock. He kept it there. He stroked it and I moaned. He had not become totally soft. He turned his body and pushed his cock against my side (dry humping me) as he stroked me. I wondered to my self if I would ever let him fuck me. It was a passing idea as I was horny. Logically the idea of the giant head of his cock going inside of me gave me shivers.

For a man who was so macho and so muscular, his stroking to my cock was gentle. I was getting close. He stroked me and tickled under my head where it is most sensitive. He covered my cock with his hand when I came. I looked at his hand that was covered with my stringy come. I pulled his hand to my mouth and took a lick at one of the strings. He then pulled his hand back and took a glob of it into his mouth and tasted it carefully before I saw him swallow. He then cleaned the rest it from his hand into his mouth. I may have found a new suck buddy. I just needed to get him to take it directly from the source.

We spent the rest of the afternoon cruising south and then we turned around to head back north. Uncle Jon kept on talking about how he enjoyed the way I sucked him off. He said he would like very much if we could get together again very soon and asked me what I thought. I told him that it did appear to be workable. He hugged me. I noticed his cock was pushing out his shorts. I sat down on the deck of the boat near his feet and pulled his cock out through his fly. I only needed about five minutes to pull out his second load. The volume was less then the first but the consistency was still so thick. Uncle Jon seemed to be overcome with emotion as when I stood up he grabbed me and kissed me on my mouth and stuck his tongue in my mouth. The kiss lasted a few seconds. It was not particularly pleasant or particularly unpleasant. He pulled away and apologized. I said that no apologies were needed. I was a little stunned. He appeared to be embarrassed. He said he hoped he did not ruin our day. I told him that he had not and that he should not worry about it.

We arrived back at the marina and Uncle Jon skillfully maneuvered the Pequod into its berth. The lines were tightened and he shut down the engines. The time was about 6:30 P.M. He secured the boat and we walked from the dock towards our vehicles. He asked if I wanted to have dinner and he offered to drive. We went to a restaurant a few miles away that served great lobster. We shared a bottle of wine with our meal. He insisted on picking up the tab for dinner and we made our way back to my car at the marina. The parking lot was dark as we drove up. He thanked me again and again for a great day. He was rubbing my arm as we spoke. On impulse I stroked the outside of his shorts and felt his cock. He was hard. My mouth was getting used to stretching. Without speaking I pulled him out and sucked him off in his truck. He was amazing and took only a few minutes to feed me his third load of the day. He wanted to know when he could see me again and I said that I would discuss it with him in a few days. There was urgency to his request. I went to my car and drove towards home. He followed me for about twenty miles and then hit his high beams before getting off at his exit. I stopped at a rest stop on the way and got a coffee before driving home.

On the way I thought about what had occurred and I became so excited that I stroked my cock in my car. Obviously I was the object of his affection and he asked when he could see me as if I was a woman. I wondered to myself what he would think and say if he saw me in nylons and heels. It was a thought. 



Uncle Jon's Cock Ch. 03



When I arrived home I took a hot shower. Being with Uncle Jon all day was so much enjoyable for a variety of reasons. One was that I had a much needed and much deserved day off from work. Another and most important was that perhaps I was going to have a suck buddy to play with on occasion. Uncle Jon had been so insistent about getting together "soon" that my ego was soaring to say the least. I envisioned maybe on over night stay on his boat and continued time sucking his delicious cock and maybe getting mine sucked in return. I had a feeling based on his eating my come that he would not be averse to trying it out. 

I considered alternative ways that we could enjoy each other. I had real concerns with the thought of him fucking me. Now I had tried it once with my cousin Jimmy and it felt good because there was a third person (a friend of Jimmy) who sucked me off while Jimmy fucked me. It was a little painful then but Jimmy did not have his father's cock in terms of length and width. It had not come up as yet in conversations with Uncle Jon and it had not with Jimmy. It was one of those things that just happened. 

As for my relationship with Jimmy we had not really seen each other often in about two years. We both went our ways after our "thing" had cooled down. We both ended up in relationships with women of varying duration. If given the opportunity I would have no problem playing with Jimmy again. He had been my first and there were always good memories as far as that was concerned.

I remember how Uncle Jon had dry humped me on the boat while holding on to my waist so it was not a stretch to imaging him doing the same with his cock buried in me. I know my uncle liked me before the trip on the boat but his spontaneous passionate kiss did provide me with a different perspective. I wondered what he was looking for. Did he envision a "relationship?" I had the feeling that he did. I could have been wrong but I did not think so. I mean he treated me like I imagine he had treated women in his life. He did not seem to be the type who went from relationship to relationship with women. I got the feeling that he never had cheated on my aunt but rather would just jerk off out of frustration when the need arose. Or maybe he would get an anonymous blow job from someone.

Somehow he gave himself permission to "play" with me as he thought that our activities were somehow different. He was gentle and passionate. It was a different experience for me since in any past relationships with men it basically was a mutual suck fest that would occasionally occur. 

I got up the next morning and went to work. On the way home that night I stopped at the gym and worked out and then brought some Chinese food home for dinner. I popped open a beer and watched the news as I ate. The phone rang and it was Uncle Jon. He was very friendly and asked how I was doing. I asked the same to him and we chatted. He wanted to tell me what a great time he had with me on his boat. I thanked him in response. He casually mentioned that he was going to be in my area the next day (Friday) and wanted to know if I wanted to maybe have dinner. I had a work related appointment scheduled for the same night and I could not meet him. He sounded disappointed. I told him that we would talk the next week.

Out of the blue my cousin Jimmy called me the next day on my cell phone at work. He said he was taking the opportunity to call me as he had spoken to his father earlier the same day. He mentioned to me that his father had told him that I had spent a day on the Pequod. 

He wanted to know how I was doing and we exchanged pleasantries. I did not ask him if his father had even asked him to join us on the boat. He did not sound miffed about not being on the Pequod but just noted it in his conversation. 

I asked him how his love life was going and he said that he had broken off with a girl named Jennifer and that he was enjoying the freedom of being uninvolved. He said that the breakup had occurred about two months earlier but they had just finished separating the things at his house that she said were hers. He asked me if we could have dinner together soon and I said that in the next week that might be a possibility. When I got off the phone with him I went to the men's room and jerked off in the urinal.

The recollection of Jimmy's cock in my mouth and the memories coupled with the image of his father's cock unloading his thick come in my mouth three times in one day sent me over the edge. 

The possibility of now having two men to service made me a little crazy. I felt like a slut and maybe I wanted to dress like one again as well. It was a thought.

The weekend was uneventful. I hung around and just did stuff at home. It basically had been dreary weather wise. I rested and as it was to turn out I was going to need the rest. It rained all weekend.

I called Jimmy on his cell phone the next Monday. I left him a message and I left a message for Uncle Jon as well. Jimmy called me. He asked me if I was available for lunch that day instead of dinner and I was. We were able to have lunch near his office. He looked good and remarked at how healthy I looked. I told him that I was taking mega vitamins, eating right and exercising regularly. 

We caught up on each other's news. We talked about women and our sometimes frustration with them.

He talked about his former girlfriend Jennifer and how he had gotten to the point that he felt stifled. She did not like it if he was engaged in anything that did not involve her and she gradually was able to control his life. I asked his how this was able to occur and he said it was because she was so hot and so beautiful. Another reason is that he had convinced himself that he needed to "settle down." He said the best part of their relationship was the lovemaking. He said she would just drain him. He became pussy whipped and had for a time lost his way. He was able to break free and although he noticed that she would regularly drive by his home to check to see if he had any "visitors", he was able to avoid any theatrics. He said he had not dated in months and was feeling his way around the playing field again.

He asked me about my life and I gave him the uneventful condensed version of what was going on. He said he had seen his father the day before and he said that life seemed to be treating him well as he had not seen his father looking that happy in years. My pulse rate increased and the palms of my hands itched and got sweaty.

He asked me if I had "played" in awhile and I knew what he meant. I told him that I had not in years. Obviously a lie on my part but what could I say? I asked him the same and he said the last time was with me. There was a silence between us and we looked at each other and laughed. Only former suck buddies would understand the look and the laughter.

He asked me what I was doing that afternoon. I told him that I had to go out on an appointment that afternoon at 3:00 P.M. It was 1:45 P.M. when we had this conversation. He said he was on his own for the afternoon as he made his own hours. He invited me to his condominium that was located five miles away. We both knew what the invitation meant. I became hard on the way as I followed him in my car.

It only took about ten minutes to get to his place. His home was a beautiful two bedroom that he had purchased with the idea that he would marry Jennifer someday and that the second bedroom was for any new family additions. Fortunately he made the purchase under his own name so there was no problem when Jennifer was out of his life. He had it well furnished.

We sat in his kitchen for a few minutes and talked and then went to his bedroom. He took off his pants and underwear and I did the same. We chatted as I stroked him. He became hard in a matter of seconds. I lay on my side on the bed and he did as well. I slid down on the bed so that my face was even with his cock. I licked him for a few minutes and then placed him in my mouth. He was very jumpy and moaned at the slightest attention to his cock. I let him move in and out of my mouth slowly at first. I controlled how much he could push. He pushed in and out and was saying how good my mouth felt on him. I let him push in and out deeper. He was in my mouth only a few more minutes before he announced that he was ready to come. I held onto his backside as he got close. He spurted more times than I could count. He groaned after each spurt and he groaned a lot. I was incredibly horny but did not come. I milked any residual come from him before we both got up. I needed to get back on the road and soon.

After such a long break from his cock it was fun to get reacquainted. He told me that he had emptied about two months worth of come backup into my mouth.

We got dressed and I left. We both said we had to do this more often and we hugged goodbye. 

I got into my car and retrieved my messages. One of them was from Uncle Jon. I called him left him a message saying that he could try to call me at about 4:30 P.M. that same afternoon. I drove to my appointment feeling as horny as I ever have. I was trying to focus on my appointment at the same time looking for lifesavers as I could taste the residuals of Jimmy's massive load in my mouth.

I went to my appointment and got into my car at 4:15 P.M. I was uncertain whether to drive home or to hang in the area where I was after the appointment. I found a fast food restaurant and got a cup of coffee and then sat in my car in the parking lot nursing it. At 4:35 P.M. Uncle Jon called and I picked up on the first ring. He wanted to know where I was and I told him. He said he was about two miles away and asked me if I would meet him for a drink. I said that I would and we met at a sports bar that was five miles away that served great steak sandwiches and cold beer. 

Uncle Jon drove up to my car in the lot and we went in to the bar. He had been on a job site and there was mud caked on his construction shoes. He was sweaty. We sat in a booth and ordered mugs of cold ale. He was smiling and animated. I started to get hard based on my experience that afternoon and of my memories on the Pequod. 

We chatted and he had the look of someone who had fallen in lust. He seemed so focused on what I had to say. On occasion he adjusted himself under the table. He asked me how work was and how things were going. I told him that I had met Jimmy for lunch that day. He expressed his joy that Jimmy had broken up with his former girlfriend Jennifer. He said maybe Jimmy could have fun again. 

He expressed (in code) how much he had enjoyed our boat ride the week before and said it had been many years since he had an experience like it in his life. He asked me if it was possible for that "type" of experience could be repeated and I said that I saw no problem with it. That seemed to energize him. I sensed that he wanted to find a way for me to service him that night. It seemed like he did not know how to ask me. 

I told him I was hungry and he said he was as well. He called home and told my aunt her would not be home for dinner. We ordered steak sandwiches and ate. 

I told him that some night I would like to have him over as a guest for dinner. He started to breathe hard and asked when that might be. I said depending on our schedules that could happen in the next week. He grabbed my hand firmly and said that he would really like to do that. We hung around and drank some beers and talked. 

I paid for dinner and the beers and we walked out together. It was dark outside as we left. I told Uncle Jon to move his truck to the far side of the parking lot away from any overhead lighting and then I would move my car next to his. He did not ask why.

We moved our vehicles and then I got into his truck and we talked. He had his legs opened and when the interior light of his truck was on I could see that he was hard. He looked absolutely gigantic through his pants. He was breathing in short breaths as we talked.

He asked me to touch him and I told him that if that is what he wanted then he would have to pull himself out first. His pants went down to his ankles. We talked and I stroked. He asked me how many cocks I had sucked before his and I laughed and told him a million.

He apologized and said he was curious because I was so good. I did not answer but continued to stroke him. He said he had not been able to get me out of his mind after the boat trip and thought about nothing else. I thanked him for his comment. I was now gently stroking his cock with my right hand starting at his very full balls and pulling and rubbing lightly the shaft of his huge cock. There was the steady drip of his pre-cum as I stroked him. I finally leaned over and took him in my mouth and pulled on the head with my mouth just over the ridge. He was in my mouth for less than two minutes before he yelped and shot. I counted nine spurts of thick nearly chewable come that spurted from his cock. I stroked the rest of his cock with my hand while my mouth milked his head. My lips formed a seal around the head of his cock so none escaped. I sat back and swallowed three times to get it all down. He smiled and said that he wanted to have a week alone with me. I laughed.

We said our goodbyes and I got out of his truck and into my car. I drove home and on the way thought about what had occurred that day. I mean I swallowed two great loads. That had not occurred since I did Jimmy and his friend Nils years earlier. This held a different significance because of the fact that there was a father and son involved and neither of them knew about the other. This was the stuff of fantasies. When I arrived home and cleaned up before bed I checked my messages and there was one from Jimmy expressing how much he "enjoyed" lunch and one from Uncle Jon expressing how much he "enjoyed" dinner. I had hit a home run with the bases loaded.

I got up the next morning and jerked a huge load out of me in the shower. I had gotten up that morning with some serious wood based on the experience the day before. I was in my office the first thing in the morning and then out on the road the afternoon. I had not received any messages that day from either of my "friends." 

On my way home I went to a mall and visited a lingerie shop ostensibly shopping for my "wife." There was a section where sexy looking underwear for men was on display. I saw black and sheer underwear that really resembled women's panties that were for men. I bought two sizes, one in medium and one large. I then purchased two pair of pantyhose, one in beige and one in off black. On to the ladies shoe store where I purchased two pair of pumps, one in black and one in brown. I then went to the ladies casual department where I then purchased two cotton skirts, one in red and one in black. I had dressed up in my life but basically only for myself as a self contained turn-on. I knew what equivalent sizes to buy based on my previous experience. I did not ever wear makeup or try to pass as a woman. It was something that I had enjoyed immensely on a solo basis at one time and I was poised to see if I could get a response from my uncle just to see what might happen. I had learned to walk in heels and sit like a woman. I had very fine hair on my legs that did no require shaving or any other type of hair removal.

The same night I left a message for Uncle Jon on his cell phone. He returned my call minutes later. I invited him over for dinner for the next Friday night. He said he did not see any problems with his schedule. I had two days to plan my dinner.

The next morning I was at my desk at work by 7:00 A.M. I was scheduled to leave for an appointment by 7:45 A.M. when I received a call from Jimmy. He asked if I could visit him that day as he had the day off. At first I was going to beg off because of my work schedule. But then I thought again and said that I could see him between 10:45 and 11:15 that morning. He sounded excited. I had to contain my erection. I went out on two of my appointments and then went to Jimmy's house. He answered the door with a robe on and nothing else. He asked me into the kitchen and I sat down and then he pulled his robe off and exposed his very hard cock. He said he wanted to know if we could see each other more often as he said he loved how I sucked him. I said that would probably be okay. He looked impatient as he talked and stroked and I took him into my mouth and just sucked on his head until he blew off his load. His spurts seemed just endless. He lasted maybe thirty seconds. Even during our younger days I do not remember Jimmy coming like this. I was in his house for about five minutes in total. I swallowed and he offered me a soft drink as his come just coated the inside of my mouth. 

He hugged me and said that he wished he could see me every day and also said he thought of the time that he fucked me and wondered aloud to me if that could ever happen again. I did not respond and said that I had to go.

I got in my car and thought that life was certainly getting exciting. It certainly appeared that I was in demand.

I went out on my appointments and got back to my office at 4:00 P.M. I then went to the gym and had a good workout and then picked up some food and went home. At 9:00 P.M. Uncle Jon called to confirm for dinner and the time was set for 8:00 P.M. the next night. He asked if he should bring anything and I told him just to bring his appetite.

I got up early the next morning and worked a half day. I then went to the gym first and then shopped for food for dinner. I made it simple. I purchased two steaks and two baked potatoes with greens for a salad, two bottles of red wine and a six pack of beer. After buying the food Jimmy called and wanted to know if I could visit. I said I was busy. He really was getting insistent. It was exciting for me.

I decided just to dress in jeans and a black tee shirt for dinner. I was afraid that Uncle Jon might think I was a weirdo if he saw me with a skirt and heels on. I set the table and added candles for subtle light. I had a grill on my deck for the steaks and I was going to make a Caesar Salad using my own recipe. Uncle Jon showed up a little before 8:00 P.M. We shook hands and I showed him around. He said that my place was comparable to Jimmy's and that I should check his place out sometime. I said I should do that. He had on a dress shirt and slacks with a sports jacket. He had brought a vintage bottle of French Bordeaux wine with him and he insisted that we have it with dinner. I prepped the steaks with a special rub. I made the dressing for the salad. The baked potatoes were in the oven. I started the grill. 

We talked and laughed. He reminisced about his youth and his career but spoke little about my aunt. He said he was truly blessed to have been successful in business. I spoke about work and said that I probably was as content as I ever had been. I did express to him that somewhere out there was a woman for me but I said I did not want to rush into anything. I cited Jimmy's experience with Jennifer as an example.

He brought up the fact that he had been in the service for four years and had spent time in Asia. He mentioned that he had especially enjoyed Thailand with its exotic women. He mentioned that Thailand had men who would dress up and look like women. He said they were referred to as Ladyboys because they were slight and dressed as women but had penises. He said that they would dress in skirts, heels and pantyhose or stockings and wore makeup and were very sexy. He saw them at clubs where they would hang out and try to get the servicemen to buy them drinks. He said that a lot of Thai people were slight of build and these Ladyboys easily passed as women. 

I asked if any of his friends had ever "spent time" with any of these people and he said that they did. He volunteered that he did as well. 




Uncle Jon's Cock Ch. 03



That was a shocker to me. My mind went off on a tangent. I put the steaks on the grill and opened the wine and poured for both of us. I wanted to keep on the subject but I did not want to be obvious.

Uncle Jon walked out to the deck with his glass of wine as the steaks cooked. I asked him what he did with the "Ladyboys?"

He smiled sheepishly and said that he did everything that a man did with a woman. I envisioned his huge cock in the ass of a slight Thai person and I shivered. He said it was like being with a woman in many respects as there they were made up and dressed to kill. He said being 10, 000 miles from home and smoking weed and drinking while on leave coupled with a gorgeous Ladyboy kissing him and sucking his cock made everything easier. He said that there was one Ladyboy named "Kim" who could take his cock down her (his) throat as well as all the way up her (his) butt. He said part of him did not want to leave her behind and he saw her about a dozen times. He sometimes thought about going back and visiting "Kim" but recognized the futility of it and let the idea go.

As he spoke I glanced down at his fly area and noted that his cock was causing a tent.

We sat down at dinner. I had lit the candles and put some background music on. I had done the steaks to perfection and Uncle Jon said he loved the steak as well as the Caesar salad I had prepared. The wine was spectacular.

He said he hoped that he had not become an intrusion in my life. He admitted that he had not remembered his cock being sucked like I had since he knew "Kim." Now I understood. Everything came into focus. I thanked him for the complement. After dinner I asked him if he would excuse me for a few minutes. 

I went to my bedroom and shut the door. I took off my pants and underwear and left on my black tee shirt. I put on an off black pair of sheer to the waist pantyhose and put on the black skirt and black pumps. The skirt was just above my knees. I sat on a chair I my room and crossed and uncrossed my legs in front of my mirror to check and see how I looked and started to get hard. This caused a lump in my skirt. I calmed down and walked into the dining room where Uncle Jon was seated. Initially he did not look up as he was looking in another direction. He did look over at me as I sat at the dining room table. He seemed stunned and said nothing. 

I smiled and said, "Dessert Uncle Jon?"

He asked me to walk around him and sit on a chair closest to him. He looked blown away. He gently touched my legs and I could see his poked out pants. I stopped him and we went into the living room. He brought the wine and glasses with him. We sat together. He asked how long I had dressed up and I said I fooled around with it on my own for years. He said I certainly did not look like a woman from the waist up but certainly looked like one from the waist down. 

I removed my shoes and pushed my feet against his poked out pants. He pulled his pants and underwear off. I rubbed his cock with my stockinged feet. He just moaned and said the last time he had this done was with "Kim". He looked more vulnerable to me than he ever had. He really must have had a thing for "Kim." I stopped rubbing his feet and stood up in front of him. He leaned forward and ran his hands up my skirt hugging my legs. I took of my skirt and stood there with just my pantyhose on. I pulled them down to my knees and my cock sprung free. It was waving in front of him. He stared at it and I took a risk.

I asked him to suck it just like he used to suck on "Kim."

He leaned forward and took me gently into his mouth. I pushed deeper and held his head in my hands. Because of my recent activities it did not take me long to come. I held his head as my cock jerked several times into his mouth. I told him not to swallow. When I was done I bent over and kissed him and we shared my come.

He was shaking afterwards. His cock was a flagpole. I did not want him to come yet. He wanted me to walk around in my skirt and pantyhose and heels so I pulled them up and put the skirt back on and the heels and cleared the table. I made a pot of espresso and bought out some after dinner cordials. I sat down next to him at the table. He was naked from the waist down and he was rubbing my legs as we talked. I was hard once more. We chatted and drank our coffee and drinks. When finished I led him by the hand into the bedroom. He wanted to know what else I had to wear and when I said I wore a garter belt and stockings he grabbed his cock and I put on a fashion show. He said "Kim" would wear a garter belt when he would fuck her. I pulled on my stockings and attached the garters to them. I told him I needed more wine and he went to the kitchen and brought me a glass.

It appeared that I could have asked him for the bill of sale on the Pequod at that time and he would have handed it over without any protest. 

We got on the bed. He was rubbing my legs and butt. He asked me to rub his cock with my feet. I knew what he wanted but I was not sure what to do. I told him that I was willing to try to let him fuck me if he was willing to be patient and if I asked him to stop or pull out then he would. He became very animated and promised. I went into the bathroom and retrieved KY and brought the tube out. I asked him to put a lot into my butt and a lot onto his cock. His cock looked larger than ever and I had some reservations to say the least. He gently poked a finger in me with the KY and made several return visits there. He wiggled his finger then I felt more and he got two fingers in. It felt uncomfortable but I did not ask him to stop. He leaned over and pushed more into my butt with a new coating as he sucked on the head of my cock. I pushed back onto his fingers. I got on my side and waited. He was placing more KY on his cock and told me he wanted to fuck me. I told him to go ahead. I felt a poking and then an entry. It initially hurt and I asked him to stop. He did. He then pushed slightly inward and I had to breathe out. I was shaking. He reached around and stroked my cock at the same time he pushed. He started to push in and then pull out slightly. I started to push backward. His cock felt like it was splitting me open but the pain did not increase. I felt full. He placed his arms around my back and pushed in and out. I cannot say I was getting used to it but I hung in there. He was kissing my neck when he started to get real jumpy. He pushed in very deep and then I felt warm wetness as he actually yelled out and groaned at the same time. He was filling me with his pasty come. He seemed to come for thirty seconds. I know that does not seem logical but I could feel the contractions of his cock for that long. He stayed inside and I could feel him diminish in size. He pulled out and reached around and sucked me again. When I came he swallowed. There were more exciting times ahead.