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***** My Rural Life - Chapter 4: Meet Uncle Gary
We, the whole lot of us, worked the next day, Saturday. Bill never let on about what happened between us, not even to me. He was cool, calm and relaxed as if nothing had happened. I was content with that approach as well, although I kept stealing glances at him during the day; sizing up his cock through his cargo shorts or imagining his hairy ass when he had his back turned to me. I kept a chubby all day.
That night I decided to forego the partying with the guys and headed to my parent's place. My mom had said my uncle Gary, her brother, was in for the weekend and had stopped by for a visit. While my presence wasn't required, my parents were pretty laid back, I used it as an excuse not to hang with the guys. I just needed some time to process the events of the night before.
When I got home Dad and Uncle Gary were out back grilling some steaks and mom was in the kitchen finishing up the rest of dinner. Gary was her older brother. He was a few years older than my dad too but they had always gotten along very well. Dad told me one day years ago that he and Uncle Gary just clicked from the first time they met. They met when my Dad was courting my mom and they became fast buds. He said they used to hang out together before the marriage, that Uncle Gary was Dad's best man at the wedding, and that they remained close all these years.
Uncle Gary is a great guy. He was grounded; that's the best way to describe him. He just seemed to know himself and what he was about. He has a quiet confidence that makes him very pleasant to be around. He is just under normal height, red headed, with a full beard, a big barrel chest and thick arms and legs. He used to lift weights competitively in his younger years as a side hobby. He is an over the road truck driver and quit successful at it. He owns a small fleet of semi trucks and stays pretty busy keeping them on the road in addition to his own driving. He's told me he really enjoys being on the road and so he couldn't see himself ever stopping. Uncle Gary was married once, but that fell through because he wasn't around enough to make her happy.
He told me once that he would find me a job in his outfit if I were ever inclined, so I always kept that in mind. I feel like I have the rest of this year to decide my final direction before I crossed that line from being a wandering, undecided young man to a deadbeat. I always felt like the military was an option too, but I just haven't decided. I was thinking through all of this as I went to the deck to say hello.
"Hello, Uncle Gary." I said as I approached with my hand out to shake in greeting. "Mom said you were in town."
"Hi Mark. How's life treating you?" He responded pleasantly as he shook my hand and pulled me into himself for a manly bear hug.
We continued with the pleasantries and small talk while dad finished with the grill and we all had a few beers. Dinner was great and we men retired to the living room to watch some ultimate fighting while mom cleaned up. When she was done she headed out of the house saying her and some girlfriends were going to do a little late afternoon shopping and then take in a movie. We all said our good byes and settled back into the fights.
After a while the distraction of the fights began to wear off and I started thinking about Bill again. My dick got hard thinking that he might be getting fucked again tonight by Dave. Or maybe even one of the other guys. Uncle Gary got up and headed towards to restroom to piss. I watched his sizable ass as he crossed the room and wondered what it would be like to have my cock in it. I shook my head a bit and turned back to the TV and noticed that my dad was looking at me. Oh shit', I thought, he just watched me check out my uncle's ass.' There is nothing like that to cause your wood to wilt.
Once the fight was over I excused myself and headed to my bedroom to shower and change for bed. There were three bedrooms in the house. The master, which has its own bathroom attached, and then two smaller bedrooms. These two rooms share a bathroom in between them. Uncle Gary, I noticed, had set his suit case and stuff in the other bedroom as he has done before. His toiletry bag was in the bathroom already and it was left slightly open. I peeked inside and found some condoms, extra-large. I hadn't thought about my uncle as sexual but it makes sense that he would be fucking someone along his many travels. I was immediately hard at the sight of them and the thought of him using them. The fact that they were extra-large didn't go unnoticed either. I took my shower and resisted the urge, barely, to jack off.
I headed back down the hallway to say good night to Dad and Uncle Gary but couldn't find them in the house. I looked out back and couldn't find them there or in the garage. I then noticed that the tool shed light was on. I could see light through the cracks in the slats. I didn't think they would be in there but I headed that direction so I could turn off the light at least, thinking dad had probably left it on after mowing that morning. As I approached though I could tell that they were in there as I heard them talking. I couldn't make out what they were saying but they were definitely in there. As I got closer I heard Uncle Gary say "Fuck yeah man that feels nice, keep doing that with your tongue". My dick got hard as steel, I slowly approached the shed and squatted next to the side wall. I peeked through the slats and couldn't believe my eyes.
There was my uncle sort of leaning/sitting against the riding mower with his pants down to his ankles. He had his t-shirt pulled up to his neck and was pinching his nipples. He was so hairy and it was so red. His pecks were firm and his nips were rock hard. Squatting in front of him was my dad. He was fully dressed and was sucking on that XL sized dick like a pro. He had one hand on the shaft and the other was kneading Uncle Gary's sizable and low hanging balls. The man was a mass of red fur all over and his crotch was no exception. Dad, it seemed, could take the man all the way to the root as I watched him bury his nose numerous times in my uncle's wiry, ginger bush. He would hold it there for a long time and I could see his jaw and throat working. He must be swirling his tongue around and around that thick cock. When he would come off it for air he would look up admiringly at Uncle Gary's face that beamed approval and lust back at him. Dad would then pull Uncle Gary's foreskin back again and bury the whole thing down his throat. This went on for a while with both men really into it. I was so hard it hurt. When I adjusted my position slightly to be more comfortable just the movement of the fabric of my underwear caused me to bust my nut right there. I don't think I have ever cum so much and it just kept coming out. I was shaking violently with my orgasm. I think I almost passed out. After it subsided a bit I looked back through the slat to see my uncle jacking his large cock with his big, meaty hand and my dad looking up at him with his mouth open. After a minute more Uncle Gary exploded rope after rope of thick, white cum all over Dad's face and in his mouth. Dad's tongue was working overtime trying to catch each spurt and clean it off his lips and chin.
Uncle Gary fell back against the mower in exhaustion while Dad lustily started cleaning Uncle Gary's cum dripped hand and then he started in cleaning Uncle Gary's still firm, dripping cock. Dad was moaning in lust and started shaking. I surmised he must have busted his own nut inside his pants.
"Fucking awesome head, Mark." Uncle Gary said. (I have my dad's name). "It's been too long since we did that." Dad was moaning his agreement while still licking and lapping around Uncle Gary's tool and he started moving to his nuts to clean what cum and spittle had run there.
After a minute or so more, Dad began to come down off his cum-eating high. "Shit Gary, I haven't had a cock to suck in a long time. You have to come by more often." Dad said standing and adjusting his wet crotch.
"I come every chance I get man. No one sucks my cock like you." Uncle Gary replied. "You know, you should come out on the road with me sometime. I can introduce you to the rest of the crew. I think they would certainly like to meet you."
"You think? I could probably take a week off from the hardware store. I got a new assistant manager that I think could cover me for a week."
"Yeah? New assistant manager huh? You suck his cock too?" Uncle Gary said playfully. It was obvious these two men were very comfortable and familiar with each other.
"No. I would love to though. I watch him through the peep hole in the shitter; you know it shares a wall with my office, so I know he's packing a nice cock. I just haven't had the nerve to approach him. He's married, got a few kids and just got out of the Marine Corps. He's just coming back from a tour in the war." Dad provided as Uncle Gary pulled his pants up and they each began to straighten themselves out. I sprinted for the back door, hoping they wouldn't see me.
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