Gay Erotic Stories

It was late May, and I wanted to go to the mountains, to rest for a couple of days, to breath some fresh air, to take some long walks in the forest, and, yeah, mainly to see him--my uncle Stan. I loved him since I could remember. He was cute as hell, about 5'9" and 150 lb, bearded and of course hairy. He was going to turn 40 in a couple of months, while I was 20. He was living in a small resort in the mountains, about 300 miles from where I was living. I used to go with my parents to visit him and his family since I was in kindergarten, but what made the situation perfect this time was that he was divorced and living alone now in a studio. Can you imagine my ill thinking about sleeping a few nights in the same bed with him? Because he only had a queen-size bed, I could hardly wait to be with him for the first time alone, with no aunt and cousins around.

I found him more handsome than ever, but very sad after his recent divorce. This split affected him a lot, more than anyone expected, and that's why he turned to buzz. Almost every evening after work he was making a long stop in the pub next corner and would not go home until he was pretty drunk. Of course my coming to visit him made him skip the pub first day, but on the second day he could not resist anymore.

I waited for him until about 10 pm watching TV and dreaming about how it would be to make love to him, about him being gay and becoming my lover. Huh! Only dreams, I thought while caressing my fuzzy chest and stroking my dick through my jeans. Of course he came drunk and not knowing exactly what he was doing. He wanted to take a snack, but I told him that he should better go straight to bed, as he had to be fresh in the morning to go to work. So, he went to the bathroom, put his pajamas on and came to bed. I undressed to my boxers and waited for him in bed. I told him I was tired myself after the hiking that day. He nodded, lay on his back and probably fell asleep in seconds.

I waited for about half an hour or so to be sure he is sleeping deeply, then I made my first move: I put my hand over the blanket on his bulge. He didn't react. I started to slowly and gently squeeze him through the blanket until I noticed he was getting hard. Next move, I said, and I slowly slid my hand under the blanket right on his crotch--again no reaction. This gave me courage and hope, so I stared to gently unbutton his pajama pants. His cock was semi erect, smooth and silky. Of course his pubes were very hairy and I took great pleasure in caressing them for a while, but then I concentrated all my attention on his dick. I started to slowly stroke it until he got a pretty nice 7" hardon. He wasn't very thick, but his manhood was straight like an arrow, pushing the blanket up. I took his balls in my hand and kept them like a treasure for a couple of minutes, then licking them and feeling how they were pulsating from the excitation I was applying to them. I was afraid all the time he will wake up and catch me. Oh my God! My dad would have killed me right away if he ever found out about this. But no problem, my uncle was so drunk and sleeping so hard, like this was his only job. Thank God!

What the hell, I said, why not checking his chest too? So this is where I went next. I unbuttoned his pajama blouse and slid my hand up his belly. What a hairy belly he had, with nice curly fur all over. And his chest was superbly covered in thick hair. I was in heaven. I finally got to touch and caress my uncle's dick, balls, pubes and hairy chest. Oh my! My dick was ready to explode already, but it wasn't yet its time.

I was almost going to finish my "incursion" when another devilish thought crossed my mind: if he doesn't react at all to all my manoeuvrings, why not try to suck him. Well, this was something I didn't even dare to dream of before that night. I thus proceeded. I slid under the blanket and I took his rod into my mouth. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I couldn't believe the sweet manly musk I encountered. I couldn't believe how tasty my uncle's prick was. Is there anything better than heaven? I was there--the perfect place, with my mouth around my uncle's stiff dick.

What do you say? One step at a time? This is how it came the next one, naturally. Making him cum in my mouth. I started to suck him harder and harder while caressing and gently stroking his balls. This is when he finally reacted somehow: he started to moan and breathe faster. I was petrified. What if he wakes now? He’ll kill me before my dad does it. Fortunately for me he didn't wake up at all, only moaning.

By sucking his dick I think I gave him a wet dream, cause in no time he shoot a big load of thick, hot, sweet cum in my mouth. My first taste of cum from another man! Of course I've tasted mine hundreds of times, but never another guy's. I managed to swallow everything but I wasn't ready yet to let go of that beautiful organ lying in my mouth. I sucked it for another 2 or 3 minutes until my uncle Stan started to turn toward me. No, he wasn't waking up, huh.

I had to finish my "job" and do something to restore my uncle to his initial status, meaning dressed in his pajama. I buttoned as gently as I could his pants and blouse. My only regret was that I couldn't see everything I was doing. I would have loved to see all that fur, and his dick, balls and thick pubic hair.

Next, I turned myself on my back, hardly breathing of emotion. My turn now, I told myself. I took my boxers down and my t-shirt up over my head and I started to stroke my 8" dick. I guess about 10 strokes were all I needed to squirt all over my chest, chin and lips. It was the biggest orgasm I ever had. I was in heaven again, for the third time in only half hour.

It was more than perfect, much more than I ever dreamed of. I only wish I could do it again. But uncle Stan married again next winter and moved to another town with his new wife and her girl from another marriage.

Blah, I hate women, whichever their age. But I still love dearly my hairy, handsome, bearded uncle, who doesn't have a clue of what I did to him. I still jerk from time to time thinking about my sucking of uncle Stan.