Uncle Jon's Cock

I was aged 28 and not involved in any steady relationships. I had lived with two women in five years and there was a definite (and welcome lull) to my love life. My relationships with women were always so intense. I usually needed about a six month break from any type of dating so that I could recharge my batteries.

I had on occasion dabbled with men and I had at one time a relationship with my cousin Jimmy as well as an on again and off again relationship with a divorced cop named Rich. What I mean by relationship is that there was a lot of mutual sucking and no heavy duty emotional involvement.

My mother had two brothers named Fred and Jon. They both were construction workers. When they came to me parents home for holidays very often they would kid around by showing off their big biceps. The both were very nice to me and seemed to be dedicated family men.

Jon always drove a Ford F-150 that he used for work and when he got a new one it was always red in color. He always kept it polished. I remember that as a little kid he would sometimes visit our home and he would wash his truck in the backyard with my cousin Jimmy. He would then let us ride in the rear of the truck and we would drive around. That obviously was not the safest way to travel but as a kid it seemed like fun.

Jon stood about five feet ten inches in height and I would guess weighed about two hundred pounds. He was very muscular. As he had just past the age of fifty he got a little bit of a paunch but he still looked good for his age or any age. As a young construction worker he had been seriously injured in a fall from a scaffold and sustained a large cut on his right upper leg. When he wore shorts at our home and my cousin and I would help him wash his truck he would wear shorts and on occasion the large scar on his leg was visible. The scar was about four inches long and curved towards his groin area.

I lived in a condominium about twenty-five miles from where my uncle and aunt lived. I had discovered a place about ten minutes from my home that sold porn movies and magazines and "marital aides." I would go there when I was horny and pick up a magazine or rent a DVD and then go home and play. On one occasion I noticed that the owner of this place had expanded his operation to include booths where for a quarter you could watch a movie in relative privacy. There were ten booths and in three of them there were "glory holes."

Personally I would not suck any cock that would poke its head into one of these holes. That activity is not safe I was reluctant to put my cock through it myself. I was always worried about a nut case cutting my cock off. When in the booth I would sometimes get myself off and leave.

One Friday night this changed. I had not been dating and I was especially horny. It must have been the way the moon and stars were lined up but I wanted something from someone or to do something to someone.

I had stopped off home and changed into a pair of jeans and a sports shirt. I had a snack and then went for a drive to the movie place at least to pick up a movie and then go home and play by myself. I noticed a lot of vehicles parked in the lot. The place was crowded. I browsed through the magazine section and I then walked to the booths.

One of the booths was vacant and I went in with a handful of quarters. This was a booth with a hole in the wall that was about four inches in diameter. I found a movie where a woman was servicing two huge cocks. I wanted to be one of the guys as well as the woman. I was focus on the movie and did not notice who if anyone was in the booth to my right.

I had my cock out and I was lightly stroking it and fantasizing. I heard the door to the booth to my right open and then close. Either some one had left or someone had just entered. I happened to look down at the hole and through the reflection from the screen in that booth I realized that there was someone in that booth. I went back to my movie. By this time the woman in the movie had a cock in her ass and one in her pussy and both were getting a rhythm as they slid in and out.

I was as hard as I can get and there was pre-cum dripping out of me. I looked at the whole and thought I saw a hand. I looked closer and saw a hand stroking a cock. There was as super sized head on the cock and it looked very suck able. I was curious for maybe a closer look. I through in four more quarters into the machine and squatted down at an angle so as not to let my neighbor know that I was observing him.

He was standing towards the door at the back of the booth and the reflection showed his cock and large balls clearly. His had sparse hair around his cock. His pants and underwear were down around his ankles. There was some serious pre-cum leaking out. Then I saw it and at first I did not comprehend what I was seeing. I was looking at a scar on his right leg that was about four inches long and curved. Uncle Jon.

I trembled and my cock went soft. I stood up and did not know what to do (if anything). I wondered what he was doing here and then I answered myself. We were here for the same reason.

A thought went through my mind. It was a kinky thought. If I sucked off Uncle Jon then I would have sucked off both father and son. Could I do so without his knowledge?

I looked down again and he was hard and dripping. He had offered his cock to the hole.

I crouched down again and got closer. There was less light on his cock. This was because he had approached the hole. He was standing closer and I had trouble seeing his cock but it was there. My hands were sweaty and shaking. I put one of my fingers just on to the bottom edge of the hole for a moment and then withdrew it. I put two fingers back on the bottom edge of the hole and left them there. I felt skin.

He pushed his cock over my fingers and the head was now inside of my side of the wall. I withdrew my fingers and stared at head of this hot angry looking snake. It gave off heat and was dripping. He was considerably larger than his son Jimmy. He pushed it in and out of the hole and then he must have flattened himself against his side of the wall as all of it was mine for the sucking. I had to do this. I am guessing that this monster was over eight inches in length. I touched the head with my right hand and pulled it and squeezed it. There was a moan from the other side.

I placed it in my mouth just like the first cock I had had ever done this to (his son) years earlier. I had to open my mouth very wide to accommodate him. I left it in my mouth for a moment and tried to get used to the incredible head. I gave it a light suck and then pulled it in as far as I could and then withdrew it to the ridge.

He was dry humping the wall and I had trouble controlling the action. I had to grab this monster at the base and then control its depth in my mouth. I nibbled and sucked and pulled and slobbered on it. He was dripping constantly. I licked, sucked and played with his cock for what I would guess was about ten minutes. The inevitable occurred. His movements on the other side started to get sporadic. Somehow the head seemed to get bigger and swell. I was ready.

I had the head in my mouth when he shot the first gooey load. That was followed by the next and then the next and then there was a dribble followed by two more. This was the thickest come that I ever had to deal with. It was nearly chewable but not unpleasant. I kept it in my mouth and swallowed this load little by little until I got it all down.

After he came and pulled his pants up and left the booth. I put two more quarters in the machine and hoped that he did not linger.

I left the booth. There was no sign of Uncle Jon. It was raining. I had not remembered seeing s red F-150 when I pulled in but since there is so many of them on the road I may have missed it.

What a relief. I had parked my car at the far end of the parking lot and got in. I got my seatbelt on and started my car. I put on my windshield wipers and there appeared to be something wrong.

I shut off my wipers and undid my seatbelt and got out of my car. There was something on my windshield caught in the left wiper blade. It was a piece of paper.

On the paper was writing that said, "You provided me with relief that I have not experienced in years. Any time you want to repeat your relief efforts, call me on my cell phone. Love, Uncle Jon."