The grape harvest with Uncle. August 1980, released from military service and looking for work, my uncle Albert suggested to my parents that I go and harvest with him in Libourne in September. He knows the farmers well, and they readily accepted. Naturally, my parents were pleased, rather than see me loafing around at home. So we left on Saturday morning, because he preferred to do the journey quietly in two parts. He had booked a small hotel in Nantes and obviously, since we take the main roads, it's long. Albert is 62 years old. Well preserved, he has never been married. When he came to pick me up, he was surprised to see me! "You could have worn shorts, you'll be hot in jeans!" At the time, it made me laugh, but now that we're driving, I think he was right. He's wearing baggy shorts. It's funny, he's hairless. His legs are nicely tanned. Near Caen, I dare to ask him to stop so I can put on some shorts. He laughs and happily says to me: "So you see, Uncle is always right! As soon as I can, I stop!" After passing Caen, he takes a departmental road and parks at the edge of a small wood. "Great, I'll take the opportunity to have a coffee, do you want one?" "No thanks Uncle, I'm changing!" Albert grabs the coffee thermos and pours himself some. I push the front seat back as far as it will go and pull down my jeans. As I pull down my pants, I realize that my penis is erect. My head is poking through the opening of my underwear. I'm embarrassed and make sure to hide it quickly. But Uncle has already caught on, and his gaze remains fixed on my crotch. "You're not going to keep your underwear on under shorts, it might bother you with the way you're hung!" "I lower my head and take off my underwear to quickly put my shorts back on under d'Albert's gaze. While looking at me discreetly, I see him kneading his crotch. Uncle is weird! Once my shorts are back on, he runs his hand over my thighs and says to me: "You must have success with girls with a tool like that?" "No, not really, and that doesn't interest you!" "Oh really, are you gay?" "No, but I haven't found a girlfriend!" "Don't worry, with this stay, we're going to have fun, you won't regret it!" "I hope so, because afterward, my parents won't let me go so I can work!" "Normal! Yet at your age, your mother was taking advantage of it, the naughty girl!" "Oh really, what do you mean?" "She went out with us in the gang, and at every ball, she got paid dearly, and not just one!" " My uncle's indiscretions leave me dreaming, and my penis has regained its stiffness. His hand is still on my bare thigh, it's warm, I don't say anything, I like it!" The road continues without incident or notable incident. We arrive around 7:00 p.m. at the hotel reserved by uncle. It's not a 3rd star, but a small truck stop that also serves as a restaurant. At the reception, which also serves as a bar, a woman in her fifties welcomes us. Bleached blonde with a luscious 115 B chest, which she highlights with her dress offering a great cleavage. Of course, I let Albert speak and I admire this superb panorama as much as possible. Following my uncle's request concerning the reservation, the landlady, after consulting her notebook, confirms. "Yes, indeed, I have a room reserved, but with only one double bed!" "Oh, darn, I thought I specified two beds, can we still change?" "No, unfortunately the hotel is full, not possible!" Looking at me, uncle replies with a smile: "It's not a problem, he did the army, he can sleep with his uncle!" The landlady laughs heartily with my uncle. He takes the opportunity to reserve two places for dinner. We go up to the room. "Do you want to take a shower before going to dinner?" "I'll go after you!" "Yes, I'd love to, it'll relax me!" Albert sat on the edge of the bed. I could see he was watching me undress. I turned around to give him a chance to look at my behind, and wrapped myself in a towel. I took a shower, it felt so good, I wanted to jerk off, but Uncle's close presence stopped me. I went back to the bedroom, a towel around my waist. Uncle was already naked and, smiling, asked me: "All right, can I go?" "Yes, I'm done!" "Great, I'm off." I take the opportunity to put on a pair of boxer shorts and my jeans over them. A short-sleeved polo shirt will do, it's hot! Dinner goes well, uncle buys me an aperitif, a Ricard, and takes a bottle of Bordeaux that we drink together. I'm not really used to drinking alcohol, I'm cheerful! Once dinner is over, we go upstairs, it's been a long day, I'm tired! Arriving in the room, uncle Albert says to me: "I'm used to sleeping naked, especially in this weather! Doesn't that bother you, François?" "No, uncle, it's true that we were each supposed to have our own bed, it's just for one night!" I take off my jeans and stay shirtless in my boxer shorts. The problem is that they're open at the front, and I'm getting a bit hard! I quickly get under the sheets to hide my condition. "Well then, François, you're not going to sleep under the sheets in this heat?" " Ah, I didn't know, Uncle, if you got under the sheets! No, of course not!" Without asking me, Albert lifts the sheets and lies down on my left. He turns off the bedside lamp, but the shutter lets in a slight light that brightens the room a little. For the moment, I'm on my back. Watching for Albert's movements and reaction. His breathing is slow and ragged. He's now turned towards me. Without making a sound, I turn towards him, I want to see his penis. His penis is hard, it's long, his head is uncovered. I dare to timidly move my hand towards his member. My b ...

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