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Subject: “Hunting With Uncle Mike” Chapter V Categories: Gay, Adult Youth, Camping, Incest, Rural The following story is is an original work of fiction, based on some actual events. The author is over the age of eighteen. This story depicts sexual situations between adult and minor males. If this context is illegal where you reside, or you otherwise find it offensive, please do not read it. Move on to a more suitable story for you. If you are under the age of eighteen, do not read this story. This story is a slow-build that will unfold over multiple chapters. I welcome feedback, both positive responses and constructive criticism, ail. If you like what you’re reading on Nifty, please make sure to donate fty/ to keep this FREE site going. -Wolf Hunting With Uncle Mike CHAPTER 5 A few weeks went by and I couldn’t stop thinking about Uncle Mike and what we’d done. And what we came so close to doing. He was my go-to masturbation fantasy now. I re-visited what it felt like to jerk off together. The smell and feel of his naked body on mine. I even brought the other hunters I saw into the fantasy, imagining that they stopped and joined us in the blind. Huffing his dirty clothes was all I needed to get me to cum with only two or three strokes. And then if I waited a few minutes to recover, I could do it again. I spent so many hours alone in my room in the weeks after our hunting trip. I even went back to the sporting goods store and checked out the other magazines there. The owner never stopped me from looking, smiling at me as he made eye contact across the room. When I finally worked up the courage to buy one, he smiled again and asked “Doing some research?” as he rang up my purchase without asking for I.D. and slid it into a plain brown bag with a wink. I thought I’d become well-acquainted with gay sex from what I’d seen in those mags. He hadn’t contacted me in almost a month, which was unusual. I could count on him either stopping by or calling at least once a week, and I missed him. One Saturday afternoon I sounded out my mom to see if there was anything she knew to be wrong. She was sitting at the kitchen table paying some bills. “Have you heard anything from Uncle Mike? He hasn’t been around much.” “Not really. Why?” she said without looking up from her checkbook. “Nothing. I just expected him to either call or come over, and it’s been a while.” “He gets busy in his life and that’s what happens. Welcome to the wonderful world of being an adult.” she said dryly. “Have you talked to him since we went hunting?” “Yes, why?” “I dunno. That was the last time I’ve talked to him” “He’s called me. What are you getting at?” she said, finally looking up at me. “Nothing. Just nothing.” “Did something happen that I should know about?” “God, mom. No! “Well, there’s this invention called the telephone. You can use it to talk to other people, We have one and you’re allowed to use it. Maybe I can show you how it works?” she added, as sarcastically as humanly possible. “Now go move the laundry from the washer to the dryer and put in the next load before somebody else takes the washer. I don’t like having our clothes piled up for everyone to see.” I grabbed the half-roll of quarters off the kitchen counter and headed for the laundry room. I wanted to be alone when I called him, so I waited until Mom went grocery shopping. I left him a message, and he called back right away. We made plans for me to go to his place the following gaziantep travesti Saturday and hang out for a while. He shared a three-bedroom house with two roommates, Ed and Cal. As I pushed up his street on my skateboard, I noticed that his roommates cars were gone. I came in the gate on the side of the garage, hung my board on the gas meter and went in through the kitchen door. “Hiya, buddy!” he said brightly. “Long time, no see.” “Yeah. I guess.” I stopped to take off my shoes and add them to the herd of others by the door. “Is everything alright?” “Yeah. I wanted to talk to you about what happened.” “OK. Is everything alright with you?” “Yeah, you said we would talk about it later, and then I never heard from you.” “I wondered when that would come up. Grab a soda from the fridge and let’s sit in the living room. The boys won’t be back until tomorrow.” We sat at opposite ends of the couch in a living room filled with unmatched hand-me-down furniture. It smelled like cigars and a little bit of weed. He cleaned his glasses with the tail of his flannel shirt, put them back on and looked at me with his eyebrows raised expectantly. “Well, what’s on you mind buddy?” “I was thinking of what happened. And I totally fucked everything up.” “What do you mean? I noticed you took some souvenirs from me.” “Yeah,” I said as my ears started to burn. “Is that what this is about?” “No. I mean that I had the opportunity to do something I really wanted, and at the last minute I wussed out.” “Yes, and you should have. Because you weren’t ready. I wasn’t ready.” “But I was ready!” “No, you weren’t. If you were, you wouldn’t have asked me to stop on Sunday night. You weren’t ready.” “It was a lot to wrap my head around. I was trying to process everything and I just needed a second.” I waited a bit and picked at the welting on the couch cushion. “I know. I was feeling the same thing. That’s why I stopped us on Monday morning. We were doing something that was way out-of-bounds, and I didn’t want to get caught up in the moment.” “But I’ve been thinking about it more. And I think I’m ready for it.” I said, looking up. “Are you sure?” Uncle Mike asked, his eyes meeting mine like before. “Because once we do that, there’s no coming back. And you can never tell anyone. Ever.” “I’m sure.” “Then I’ll let you take the lead. You do what you want to.” I ran my fingers up his arm, brushing through the hair on his forearm while looking directly into his eyes. I leaned in to kiss him, and he didn’t move out of my way. We held a long, sweet kiss. He paused to take off his glasses, and we kissed again. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again I could see that his were wide open. I rubbed my hand up his leg over the fabric of his jeans. I looked at his crotch and saw it starting to bulge. “Is this what you want, Kevin?” He asked, his eyes looking directly into mine as he rubbed my arm. “Yes.” I whispered as I stared into his deep green eyes. “Then let’s move this someplace more comfortable.” He stood up and I followed him down the hall to his bedroom. When the family cleaned out my grandparent’s house after they died, he got the blond wood furniture from their guest bedroom. It reminded me of their house and being put to sleep in that bedroom with the other kids during family parties. Even the mossy green bedspread was the same. He unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, then he gaziantep masaj salonları pulled his black t-shirt over his head. I reached my arms around him, put my face into the patch of hair over his sternum and breathed deep. He smelled woody and warm. He held me as I pressed my face against his chest for a minute while he kissed the top of my head and rubbed the back of my neck. I slowly moved my hands down his back toward his ass, and stopped when I felt the waistband of his jeans. He lifted me off his chest and slowly pulled off both my short-sleeved and long-sleeved t-shirts in one movement. We were shirtless as we embraced again, pressing our naked skin together as we kissed. I reached for the fly of his jeans and unbuttoned it, while he unbuttoned my Dickies and slid the zipper down. The baggy pants fell to the floor, and I stepped out of them. I shimmied his jeans down to the floor and was surprised to see he was wearing a jockstrap. He alternated his standing foot as I pulled the jeans off and away. He pulled back the bedspread and blankets from the bed and sat down on the mattress. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my plaid flannel boxers and pulled them down to my ankles. Then he pulled off his jock and motioned for me to join him. Wearing only our socks, we laid together on the cool sheets and kissed again, taking our time. “I want you, Uncle Mike.” I told him. “I want you inside me.” “And I want to be inside you, Kevin.” He pushed me up into a sitting position against the headboard before leaning down to take my cock in his mouth. He teased it for a few seconds, then took its’ full length. After only a few seconds of that and I was close. I pulled away from him and he got the message. “I don’t want to cum yet,” I whispered. He stood up on his knees and I did the same, wrapping my left arm around his shoulders. I reached for his cock and we kissed again, our tongues sliding and pushing against each other. I took the bead of pre-cum from the tip and wiped it around the head of his cock and when another bead leaked out, I bent my head down and licked it up with my tongue. He groaned, and I took that as a suggestion. I knelt down on the bed in front of him and took his cock and balls in my hands and mouth, pulling the loose skin toward the head and making sure to run my tongue under his foreskin. With my lips, I pulled the foreskin away from his cock and licked and teased it. He let out a barely-audible “Fuck, Kevin: I’m close…” and I stopped. I didn’t want to eat his load, not this time. “I want you now, Uncle Mike.” I whispered. He laid down on his back, his stiff cock pointing straight up towards him. I maneuvered around to straddle him and he handed me a bottle of lube from the floor between the bed and the night table. I slicked up my ass, then his cock. “Is this what you want, Kevin?” he asked, looking right at me, as serious as he was back in the truck. “Fuck yeah, Uncle Mike!” “OK. Then just go slow. Put me where it feels good for you.” I lined up his dick with my tight hole and started to push down on it. It was more difficult than I expected, and it took me a little while to relax enough to start taking him inside me. Once he was in all the way I moved around a little, trying to find where it felt the best. When his head rubbed up against an area behind my cock and balls, I suddenly felt a surge of pleasure. I stayed there, gaziantep escort bayan eyes closed, rubbing that space and feeling myself getting closer. I stroked with the residual lube from my hand and after four I came, shooting my seed all over his hairy chest while I groaned. I sat there for a few seconds to re-group and when I opened my eyes again, I could see him smiling up at me with a look of pure pride. “That was your first, buddy. I was your first. That was fucking beautiful.” “What about you?” “What about me?” “Aren’t you going to come too?” “In a second. Lie down here with me.” I lifted off of him and let his dick slide out of my ass. He handed me a bar mop towel and I cleaned my ass up. I saw a glob of cum on his nipple and I licked it up. Then I leaned in and gave him a kiss so that we could share his taste. His tongue curled around with mine in the salty sweetness of his seed. I laid down next to him and was horrified as I noticed that his dick was dirty and something smelled. “Fuck, I’m so sorry! That’s fucking disgusting! I’m sorry!” “Don’t be. This is just what happens sometimes. You don’t know about cleaning out yet. We’ll get to that later.” he explained as he wiped himself up. “Well that was a buzzkill…” I tried to make light of the situation that I thought had hit a wall. “Don’t worry, buddy. Did you like that?” “Uh, yeah.” I said as if the question was a foregone conclusion. “Do you want me in you again?” “YES!” “Then lie down on your stomach for me.” I did as I was told. He took another towel and tucked it between my legs and up under my dick and balls. Then he spread my ass and dripped some lube onto my hole. The cold of it on my hole startled me. “Are you ready?” “Mm-hm” He gently probed his cock around, then he found my hole and started sliding in. I groaned again as he went all the way in and laid down on top of me. The weight of him on my back made me feel safe as he paused to let me acclimate to the volume. He pushed his arms underneath my chest and hugged me close. Then slowly and gently he started pumping against my ass, pressing on that spot again, getting me wound up. He stopped pushing for a second to kiss me from behind. He started up again and I could feel myself coming close to shooting again, and I could tell he was almost there. He started growling and I started whining as we came together, him deep inside me and me into the towel under me. It was a deeper and better orgasm than when I was riding him. We kissed again, long and slow, as we rested and re-grouped. I could feel his cock slowly softening inside me, until it pushed out with a wet `pop.’ He grabbed another towel to clean us up, then turned me over to wipe up my cock and balls. Then he laid down again behind me, pulling me into a huge warm bear hug and kissing the back of my neck. “I love you, Kevin.” “I love you, Uncle Mike.” “That was fucking amazing, buddy.” “Fuck yeah it was.” “Remember our promise.” “I will: This is just for us. Does Ed and Cal know you’re gay?” “They do. They’re a couple” “Wait, what?” I couldn’t believe that the two rough Caltrans workers were gay, let alone a couple. Every time I came over, their bedroom doors were closed. “Yes, they’re a couple. Have been for a couple of years now. What we call `Cal’s Room” is actually a weight room, but you’ve never seen it.” “Whoa,” I thought. I had so many questions, but I decided to wait on that for a while. I had plenty to think about already. We pulled the sheets and blankets up over ourselves and fell into a post-nut sleep. I could feel his seed inside me, and it was the best feeling in the world. _____________________________________________________________________ If you like what you’re reading on Nifty, please make sure to donate fty/ to keep this FREE site going.

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