Rubbing my hands all over his hairy chest and feeling him crush me in his powerful arms. Under his clothes when he walked or even stretched.Įven as a young kid, I'd had fantasies about Uncle Sean. He obviously had worked on his body all his life because there wasn't an ounce of fat on him and the muscles rippled Unlike my dad though, Uncle Sean was a beefcake. I had taken after my mum's side of the family and was fair, with auburn hair and an almost hairless body. He looked a lot like my dad, about 5'10' tall, dark brown hair and eyes, and a really hairy body. Unlike my father who was very uptight and by-the-book, being an accountant, his younger brother Sean was a trucker, and from what my dad said, a rowdy one.
The summer after I graduated high school, my Uncle Sean came for a visit. Which brings us to my sudden and abrupt elevation to the ranks of major-league cockpigs. So, I made do with the old right hand and the help of my friend. Well, I had decided by the time I graduated that I was probably gay, but you know how it is in high school, not the easiest thing to do, coming out. In high school, one of my friends and I had shared blowjobs. In middle school, a couple of friends and I had beat off together on a regular basis. Oh, I'd messed around with a couple of guys in
First off, let me say I didn't start out to become a cock hound.
