Uncle Jon's Cock Ch. 02

After my visit and experience with Uncle Jon at the glory hole, I drove home. I could still taste him in my mouth and I had to jerk off twice just to get to sleep. I had his note with his cell phone number and I left it on my night table. I entered the number in my cell phone.

I was at work a day later and started thinking about what had occurred. I wondered whether my uncle thought about what had occurred. I started thinking about calling him but wondered how the conversation would start. Basically I was over thinking and over analyzing. I was scared and excited about the prospect of sucking him off again.

I went to the gym after work the same day and upon arriving at home I noted that there was a message on my machine. It was from Uncle Jon. His message was friendly and brief and he asked me to call him the next day while he was at work. I became nervous.

While at work the next day I called him and left a message on his cell phone. He called back and when he did I walked out of the office and spoke to him. He asked me how I was doing and I said okay. I asked him why he really wanted to talk to me.

He asked me if I was interested in going out on his boat. He did not sound particularly nervous. He said that he was tired from work and wanted to know if I wanted to take a day off and maybe hang out on his boat docked at the Jersey Shore. He did not mention his note on my car. I asked him if he was going to ask Jimmy (my cousin) as well and he made up an excuse that Jimmy was "probably busy." I was going to mention something about our little episode but chose not to. He told me where his boat was docked.

I agreed and it was two days later on a Wednesday that I drove to a place called Manasquan Inlet at the Jersey Shore where I went to meet Uncle Jon. I had left my home at about 5:30 A.M. to avoid the rush hour traffic. The day was warm with an early morning temperature of sixty five degrees. There was some humidity in the air. On the way there I started having second thoughts about what was possibly was going to happen. Sucking a cock through a glory hole had the component of anonymity. Actually doing it especially with a man I had known since I was born was another matter.

I wondered whether my uncle had ever sucked a cock and if he had the chance if he would suck mine. I mean he was my uncle. Then I remembered how I started with my "hobby" and that was with my cousin.

Life can be very weird. I had this need for a regular suck buddy once in a while and I had not had one since in a few years. Part of me wanted one now. I just did not want any hassle.

His boat was called the Pequod and it was a thirty-five foot boat with twin inboard engines. I had heard that he had a boat but prior to this day had known very little about it. He had purchased it new about two years earlier. As I drove up towards where there was parking, I noticed his pick-up truck. It was shiny and although not brand new was polished to a high luster. He was waiting on the boat and he waved as I parked my car. He had on a white pair of shorts and a blue striped shirt. He greeted me warmly and gave me a hug. I had brought a bag with a change of clothes and a bathing suit. He handed me a cup of hot coffee. We talked for a while and he showed me the different facets of the boat. There was a galley as well as sleeping quarters and a toilet below decks accessed by a three step stairway. He had an electronic fish finder and all type of communications gear on it. He had a digital sound system on it for music.

He said since it was so calm he wanted to go out into the ocean. After about ten minutes of talking, we prepared to leave. He told me what to do with respect to untying the lines of the boat. He started up the engines which had a deep throaty sound to them and we pulled out of his slip and into the harbor. The time was about 8:00 A.M. and there was a minimum of traffic. We stopped off and we took on fuel and some ice. The sun was strong. There was a breeze and I sat and watched the other boats. I took off my shirt and then went below deck and changed into my bathing suit.

About twenty minutes later we were heading out into the ocean. It was not rough. The ocean was flat. It was truly a magnificent day. There were seagulls and other birds in the air. I watched sunbathers on the beach. The engines propelled the boat forward at a leisurely speed.

I asked Uncle Jon how he was feeling and how business was going. He said he felt fine and as he said he had all the business he needed. He asked me how my love life was going and I said it was not great and currently was in limbo. I told him that I had not found the right woman as yet and at the present time I had decided to take a break from doing any serious dating. He then asked how I liked my condominium and I said I really liked it. I noticed that he kept on adjusting his shorts. He noticed that I had noticed and he gave the area around his fly a little tug cupping his hand. There was a substantial bulge there. I did not comment.

Finally he mentioned what really was on his mind. Uncle Jon asked me if I had any residual negative feelings about our "meeting." I told him I did not. He said he had not come by being sucked in many years. He said he had found the place that had the glory holes about six months earlier when he had been on a construction jobsite and checked the place out. He said he had visited there about four times over a six month period and would only get himself off while looking at movies. He said that he was reluctant to put his cock through the hole but when he saw my fingers come through the hole it was a "no brainer." He said he could not believe how good it felt to have his cock not only sucked but milked of his load.

I asked him how he knew it was me in the booth. He said he saw me go into the booth as he was looking at a magazine rack nearby. He had no idea that I would suck him off and said that after he had left the note he did feel a little strange. However he said we were both men and did not see anything wrong with what had occurred. He said he was not sure why he was compelled to leave the note but then said he did so that perhaps there could be the chance for a repeat performance. At least he was being honest.

I asked him why he invited me on his boat. He said nothing for a moment and then he seemed to get a little sad. He did not respond directly. He said he had always been loyal to my aunt but that for some reason the sexual part of the marriage had changed. He said he that his visit to the glory hole had been a revelation. He had seen me go into the booth that night and had thought about leaving but his curiosity and horniness had taken over. He said he could not believe how good my mouth felt on his cock. He said that before he met my aunt he dated a woman who would suck him and swallow him regularly. He did not want to criticize my aunt but I got the picture. He was making excuses for bad behavior. But then who was I to criticize?

He said he would never go out with another woman but that going to the porn shop did trouble him and he would feel guilty afterward. He said the place was seedy. He said he knew that I had girlfriends in the past and did not make a value judgment about what I did nor about what he did. He thought to himself after our "meeting" that maybe I had a similar need as he did and perhaps we could meet and satisfy our respective needs. That is why he called me. He admitted he was self centered in inviting me and the reason he had invited me but that he figured he wanted to take the risk.

He asked me if he had made a mistake in judgment in inviting me on the boat. I told him that it was a nice gesture that was appreciated and that although we were related we were both men. I told him I had been working very hard without any time off so that the invitation was welcome. He appeared to be more comfortable after our conversation. I felt more comfortable as well. I did not know at the time whether it was possible to have an ongoing relationship with him. I was not sure whether anything would happen on this day. There was much to consider.

I did not volunteer to Uncle Jon the circumstances under which I had sucked my first cock or any subsequent cocks. He did not ask. I did not ask him if I was the first guy who had ever sucked him. It really did not matter. We did not make any overt moves towards each other. I was not sure what I wanted to do. This was weird and I wondered if I was making a mistake. It was as if this was too close to home and I needed to think here. I mean this was my uncle. I also loved the anonymity of what I had done in the past. Then I thought of how I started with my cousin and how close that was to home and slowly I came to terms with maybe what I wanted to do. There would be one advantage to being in a relationship with my uncle and that would be that I thought he would be safe to swallow. Then if there was to be a relationship there would be the consistency of never having to search for what I wanted and what I wanted was safe. I never wanted to use a condom and the only reason that I did suck him when I did was that in my mind he was safe. That is probably flawed thinking but it did fuel the justification for what I had done and what very possibly what I wanted to do again. I mean what if he was not telling the truth and that he had sucked off and swallowed cocks prior to our meeting? Then I remembered that he was not the aggressor the night we met. He seemed content to stand and jerk himself off until my fingers made their way through the hole. I had to trust my instincts and take the risk as I did the first time.

We traveled farther out into the ocean for about ten miles heading east and then headed south running parallel to the beach. Uncle Jon asked me if I was hungry and I did a double take and we both laughed. The time was about 11:30 A.M.

He said in the cooler below decks there were sandwiches he had made and beer. The ice he had purchased when we took on fuel had cooled the beer. I retrieved a beer and sandwich for each of us. I ate a sandwich and drank two beers. The sea air had made me hungry but not just for food. As time passed I became more and more comfortable. Uncle Jon took off his shirt. He was still so muscular. I was not sure whether he had underwear on at the time. There were no other boats within sight.

There was a small stairway leading to the area below decks. I had an idea. I walked down two of the steps and then faced the stern of the boat (facing Uncle Jon). He looked perplexed. I was at a level that had my face (and mouth) at his waist level. He was at the helm steering the boat about ten feet away. Without speaking I motioned for him to move a little forward. He did so. I looked at him and rubbed the outside of his shorts. He unzipped his fly and let his shorts drop to his ankles. He stepped out of them. He did not have any underwear on at the time. He looked all around to check for any other boats. He was able to look forward and he would be able to steer if needed by just moving backwards toward the wheel. His cock was exposed. It was semi hard. It hung at an angle slightly upward. He was circumsized. The head of his cock appeared pink and huge. I pulled him slightly forward. I stroked him on the underside and he became harder He stared at me and I could sense that he was anxious. I was becoming aroused. I held his cock with one hand and with the other got my bathing suit down and then off. His cock had a soapy smell to it.

I leaned forward and took him in my mouth. My mouth had to stretch once again. He may have groaned but I could not hear over the sound of the engines. I pushed him as far as I could to the back of my mouth and then sucked him in and out slowly. He was flexing his cock muscle. Not long afterward I tasted his pre-cum. With one of his hands he held the back of my head lightly. I played with the head of his cock and stroked his balls. I focused on the head and gave him little bites and then I would take him in my mouth as far as I could. He was so big that I needed two hands to manage it. I stopped for a moment and took a swig off of my beer. He had grown to his incredible full length. The width on his cock was about the circumference of a frozen orange juice can. The head looked like a giant mushroom cap. It was no longer pink but rather red. I was astounded and pleasantly surprised at how hard he was. I was able to get about half of his cock into my mouth. I know I had sucked him off once before but doing this crotch to face gave me a new appreciation for his cock. I was playing as there was no rush. I was in a comfortable position and the sea breeze and sun made for a pleasant backdrop for a slow, wet and sloppy blowjob. I would take a swig of the cold beer and then play and suck and nibble. I would stop and then start on him until he finally asked me to finish him off. I pulled him into my mouth as best as I could and just sucked. I used my hands to pull him slowly in and out of my mouth and at the same time I sucked and flapped my tongue on the underside under the head. He came with the same vigor he did the first time. There were five spurts, a pause and then two more before he finished. I squeezed the last drops from him with my hands and my mouth. I needed to wash down my come snack with a beer as his come was like paste in my mouth.

He pulled up his pants and stared at me for a moment before speaking. I walked up the steps and stood close to him at the wheel. He said he did not remember ever being sucked off like I did to him. At this time my cock was like a rock. I needed to come. I was going to jerk-off. Uncle Jon stared at me and my cock. I stood on the deck next to him. His hands did not leave the wheel but he stared at my cock. I took his left hand off of the wheel and rubbed it against my cock. He kept it there. He stroked it and I moaned. He had not become totally soft. He turned his body and pushed his cock against my side (dry humping me) as he stroked me. I wondered to my self if I would ever let him fuck me. It was a passing idea as I was horny. Logically the idea of the giant head of his cock going inside of me gave me shivers.

For a man who was so macho and so muscular, his stroking to my cock was gentle. I was getting close. He stroked me and tickled under my head where it is most sensitive. He covered my cock with his hand when I came. I looked at his hand that was covered with my stringy come. I pulled his hand to my mouth and took a lick at one of the strings. He then pulled his hand back and took a glob of it into his mouth and tasted it carefully before I saw him swallow. He then cleaned the rest it from his hand into his mouth. I may have found a new suck buddy. I just needed to get him to take it directly from the source.

We spent the rest of the afternoon cruising south and then we turned around to head back north. Uncle Jon kept on talking about how he enjoyed the way I sucked him off. He said he would like very much if we could get together again very soon and asked me what I thought. I told him that it did appear to be workable. He hugged me. I noticed his cock was pushing out his shorts. I sat down on the deck of the boat near his feet and pulled his cock out through his fly. I only needed about five minutes to pull out his second load. The volume was less then the first but the consistency was still so thick. Uncle Jon seemed to be overcome with emotion as when I stood up he grabbed me and kissed me on my mouth and stuck his tongue in my mouth. The kiss lasted a few seconds. It was not particularly pleasant or particularly unpleasant. He pulled away and apologized. I said that no apologies were needed. I was a little stunned. He appeared to be embarrassed. He said he hoped he did not ruin our day. I told him that he had not and that he should not worry about it.

We arrived back at the marina and Uncle Jon skillfully maneuvered the Pequod into its berth. The lines were tightened and he shut down the engines. The time was about 6:30 P.M. He secured the boat and we walked from the dock towards our vehicles. He asked if I wanted to have dinner and he offered to drive. We went to a restaurant a few miles away that served great lobster. We shared a bottle of wine with our meal. He insisted on picking up the tab for dinner and we made our way back to my car at the marina. The parking lot was dark as we drove up. He thanked me again and again for a great day. He was rubbing my arm as we spoke. On impulse I stroked the outside of his shorts and felt his cock. He was hard. My mouth was getting used to stretching. Without speaking I pulled him out and sucked him off in his truck. He was amazing and took only a few minutes to feed me his third load of the day. He wanted to know when he could see me again and I said that I would discuss it with him in a few days. There was urgency to his request. I went to my car and drove towards home. He followed me for about twenty miles and then hit his high beams before getting off at his exit. I stopped at a rest stop on the way and got a coffee before driving home.

On the way I thought about what had occurred and I became so excited that I stroked my cock in my car. Obviously I was the object of his affection and he asked when he could see me as if I was a woman. I wondered to myself what he would think and say if he saw me in nylons and heels. It was a thought.