u/PerrySingh95

I’m just tossing and turning in my bed and keep replaying the night. Keep replaying that unbuttoned moment- what does it all mean. I wanted to confront Uncle T about that but I was so scared of how he’ll react.

Blame it all on the alcohol but I made my mind and started making my way to his room. All the lights were off and as soon as I knocked he said ‘It’s open’. I slowly walked in and he said ‘He was waiting for me.’

I was so confused but I was so horny and drunk that I blurted it out ‘Can I feel your chest and lay with you, Uncle T?’ To my surprise he shifted a bit in his bed and said ‘On one condition- call me daddy, son’.

It’s like I was in a real life porn. I lifted the sheets and I can see him almost naked just in his boxers and just slid in. My hands caressing his chest already and taking in that manly scent that I always wanted.

He slowly lifted his arms up so I can see his underarms and I put my face there - smelling him. Licking him. He moaned ‘You are such a slutty little boy, aren’t you’, ‘ If I knew you were such a fag I would have you before’.

I don’t know how much I could push this situation but I just wanted to be with him for as long as possible. He slowly lifted my legs and start fondling with my hardon while I was licking his nipples. I climbed on top of him - his hardon in between my ass while I see him watching me. I slowly go for a kiss and he didn’t rebuke my advance. He kissed me back like I haven’t kissed before. I moaned in his mouth and he was enjoying it so much. In his ear I softly said ‘Fuck me Daddy’. And he stared back at me and said ‘Are you sure you want me’.

I didn’t say just slowly went down and took his massive thick dick in my hands and started sucking on it. He was enjoying it so much, I can feel him throbbing while I have him in my mouth. He then took charge of me, pushed me down with my ass up and started eating me out. I can still feel his tongue darting in and out of me. Those sucking sounds and him fingering me. After a while of torturing me with his mouth he slowly and firmly pushed inside me. I can feel every inch of him parting me. It didn’t hurt like I imagined but I moaned. He stopped but I said go deep so he just went for it.

He at first was very careful with me, to not hurt me. But when I begged him like a good little slut he started fucking me like a man. Just pushing himself deep inside me. Every time he pushed deeper I moaned out his name and called out’Fuck me daddy Uncle T’. He seems to enjoy it.

He kept pounding me for good half an hour (seemed longer than that) he flipped me over so I can see his face. He’s in between my legs and put my legs over his shoulder and he pushed his dick inside. While he kissed me and started fucking me. He softly whispered in my ears ‘I always knew you were watching me’. It got me so hard. He continued ‘I can always see your eyes on my chest or my dick’. So is this all what you imagined.

I replied ‘More than that, Daddy’. And he was so happy to hear that he started to pound me faster. I can feel he wants to cum inside me. So I started matching his rhythm and started moaning ‘Breed me Daddy, Uncle T’, ‘I want you inside me’. And in next 10 mins I can see his breathing gets heavier by the minute. He mumbled ‘I’m close’. I stayed still and he shot good 5-7 thick ropes of cum inside me. And I enjoyed watching his body and face getting all stiff and then relax into me.

We stayed like that for next couple of minutes. After we all came down from that high, I started to leave his bed. But he stopped me and said ‘Don’t you want to fuck your Uncle T boy?’ And I was stunned. I never in million years could imagine him bottoming for me. I said ‘Are you sure?’ He just replied by going on all fours for me.

Wait for the next part for more.

There are some nights that stay with you because they change the way you see someone you thought you already knew. This was one of those nights.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been attracted to older men, particularly men with a bigger, rugged build. Uncle T happened to fit that description perfectly. He was older, broad-shouldered, and exceptionally hairy, the kind of presence that was difficult for me not to notice.

At the time, I was living alone in a comfortable two-bedroom apartment. One afternoon, my cousin texted to say that he and his dad, Uncle T, would be visiting town the following day and suggested that we meet for drinks. I agreed without hesitation.

We initially planned to have dinner and drinks at a trendy new bar that had recently opened near my apartment. When we arrived, though, it quickly became obvious that Uncle T wasn’t enjoying the atmosphere. My cousin, meanwhile, was having a great time.

Not wanting to spoil his evening, I suggested that Uncle T could come back to my place instead. We could have a few drinks, order some food, and relax. He immediately seemed interested, while my cousin decided to stay out. We agreed that Uncle T would come back with me and my cousin would return to his hotel later.

The difference in Uncle T was noticeable as soon as we stepped through my front door. He seemed more comfortable, almost relieved to be somewhere quieter. I opened a bottle of Scotch, and we settled into an easy conversation.

We talked about everything from work, family, politics, relationships, and life in general. As the evening progressed, the conversation became increasingly personal. He asked about my dating life, whether I was seeing anyone, and what sort of people I was interested in.

Although I was already out to my cousin, I wasn’t sure whether Uncle T knew I was gay. Eventually, after avoiding the subject several times, I decided there was little point in pretending.

“I’m gay,” I told him. “I date men.” He became quiet for a moment.
“I didn’t know,” he said.

There was no anger or judgment in his voice, just genuine surprise. He asked a few questions about my life and the kinds of men I dated. I explained that I’m drawn to older, larger, more rugged men. The conversation was awkward at first, but his curiosity seemed genuine.

As the Scotch disappeared from the bottle, I became more confident and less guarded. I admitted that I had always been drawn to men with his sort of build. He laughed and asked whether I was serious.
“Very,” I said.

For a moment, neither of us knew what to say.
The atmosphere had changed. It wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, but there was a new awareness between us. Awareness that hadn’t existed when the evening began. I realized that I’d said more than I’d intended, and he seemed equally unsure about how to respond.

Eventually, he excused himself to use the bathroom while I began clearing the glasses and plates from the table.
I tried to collect my thoughts. The evening had taken an unexpected turn, and I couldn’t decide whether I regretted being so open or was simply embarrassed by how honest I’d become.

A few minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open.
I continued facing the table, pretending to concentrate on cleaning. Then I heard his voice behind me.
“Hey.”
I turned around.

He stood there with his shirt partly unbuttoned, revealing the thick hair across his chest. He looked at me for a long moment before giving a faint, amused smile.
“You really weren’t joking, were you?”
I laughed nervously.
“No.”
He shook his head, still smiling.
“You’re something else.”

For a moment, we simply stood there, both aware that the conversation had crossed into territory neither of us had expected. But whatever tension existed, there was also a clear boundary neither of us intended to cross.

He buttoned his shirt again and returned to his seat.
We finished our drinks, talked until well into the night, and eventually the conversation became lighter again. Yet something had undeniably changed. I had seen a side of Uncle T I had never noticed before not necessarily because of anything that happened, but because, for the first time, we’d spoken openly and honestly about a part of myself I’d always kept hidden from him.

When I finally went to bed that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation.
It hadn’t gone the way I’d imagined.
In some ways, it had been much stranger.
And somehow, much more memorable.

But this isn’t the end of the night. It just started.