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A memorable Christmas thanks to Uncle Paul

Publié par : tomj le 28/09/2024

For those who have followed my stories a little, they may remember Uncle Paul, a cousin of my mother with whom I spent a fantastic summer while I was a student and who put me up so that I could take a summer job. This one had been very enriching in every way: salary, tips and especially sex including with Uncle Paul. Unfortunately a few weeks after my return home and the resumption of university, I faced the sudden death of my grandfather whom I loved very much (no fantasies about this dear reader, nothing ever happened and I never imagined anything). The blow was hard to take and the Christmas holidays were looking very sad especially since my mother was also very attached to her father. No one at home had the heart to celebrate the end of the year. Uncle Paul, who was of course aware of the situation, knew how sad I was and a week before the holidays called home to suggest that I go to the south of Spain to spend the end-of-year holidays. He had the agreement of my parents who had complete confidence in him. It was unexpected. He came to the house to pick me up, we were leaving together for Paris and from there we were to take a flight to Malaga. He had booked hotels in Granada, Seville and Marbella. He had also rented a car there to have more autonomy. As agreed, he arrived home on Friday evening almost at the same time as I was returning from college. Needless to say, I was delighted; Uncle was still as handsome and seeing his superb ass and the splendid bulge of his cock molded into a pair of jeans could only delight me. I hoped to take advantage of it and as soon as possible. In fact, I stuck close to him to kiss him as soon as my mother's back was turned. Kiss on the cheeks that quickly turned into a torrid mouth-to-mouth despite a dark look from uncle that was not serious and made me laugh. Besides, on the side of our bulges in our pants, there was like an increase in volume that could seem quite inappropriate. The reunion was joyful and even my mother seemed relaxed and more smiling. We talked about everything and nothing during dinner but I hoped that the evening would not be too long and that I would find myself alone with uncle. It was finally time to go to bed and luckily, my mother had prepared the room next to mine which served as a guest room with a shared bathroom. After wishing us a good night, Uncle went to his room and announced that he was going to take a shower. From my room I waited to hear him in the bathroom with the water running to enter in turn, having taken care to undress completely. So I entered the bathroom completely naked. Uncle finished rinsing himself and got out of the shower."Say, don't you know what intimacy is?" "I've been wanting to suck your cock for hours." "Maybe you could at least wait until I dry off, you little freak." I handed him the towel, but immediately leaned over his still-wet cock to stick it in my mouth. It was so good and I hadn't tasted it since last summer. I had missed it. Uncle Paul was drying himself off and I was giving him a masterful blowjob. From his stiffness and the wetness that was starting to flow, he seemed to appreciate it. I let go of it regularly to lick his balls and all along his cock, around the frenulum and slid my tongue as far as possible into the meatus. I also took the opportunity to caress his buttocks and slide one or two fingers into his little hole. "You look good to me Tom, but if we continued in my room, besides I have some little surprises for you, a little Christmas before the hour". I got up and gave him a hell of a kiss. I was hard and uncle stroked my hard cock. I followed him into his room. He went to his suitcase, opened it and took out a sort of pouch; opened it and took out a Bike jockstrap that he handed me. "You recognize, my buddy had one this summer and I think I remember that you really liked it" "And he and I left a little souvenir for you, we both squirted on it and you can see the marks". I take the jockstrap, look at it and see indeed marks, I bring it to my nostrils, it smells good and I am even more excited;. Uncle Paul laughs, he is pleased with himself. "Well what are you waiting for to try it? I can't wait to see you in it and I knew that the little slut that you are would like it". I put it on immediately on uncle's orders and I get a terribly hard-on in it, especially since I know that it is stained with the sperm of two particularly hot and virile men. Proudly I show myself off in front of uncle and arch my back to show off my ass even more. I only ...

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Keywords : Gay, Teens, Forty, Submission/domination, Odors