My mind filled with a confused, hesitant desire; the desire of my budding teen
sexuality, the images that filled my head when Hunter breathlessly whispered
into the phone, "last night dad fucked me," the instinctive feeling of the
desire of one virile gay man coming face to face with another, when I opened the
door to my apartment. I raised up and looked at my uncle and he looked back. I
couldn't read his mind but I recognized the familiar look in his eyes. We both
stopped breathing. Our faces leaned into each other until our lips barely
touched. We pulled back. We both knew that, if we kissed again, we wouldn't…
couldn't stop. Maybe, on some deep level we knew we shouldn't, but our lips met
again anyways. I reached down to grope his crotch as we kissed. I pulled out his
cock, finally satisfying my teen curiosity of what was in his swimsuit, although
now it was swollen, hard, and dripping. When I went down on my knees to suck
him, he grabbed my head and fucked my mouth. Hard. I knew then that he saw me as
the man that I am, not the boy he once knew.
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