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World's Youngest Dad

 

SEPTEMBER 2021 | ETHAN:

    With my birthday being on the first day of September, I usually lucked out with the weather and was able to have a big barbecue in my grandparents' backyard, gathering the whole family together. This year was my 19th: my last birthday as a teenager.

    "I'm surprised you're still willing to celebrate with us geezers," my 34-year-old uncle Ryan said to me as we were standing out in the yard away from the rest of the crowd, "instead of partying with your friends."

    "Oh, there'll be partying later, don't you worry about that," I winked at him, sipping on my soda while he enjoyed a beer. 

    "I bet there will," Ryan winked back. "You got a fake ID yet?"

    "Why, can you hook me up?"

    "No, but knowing your dad, he can," my uncle suggested.

    "Hey, Uncle Ryan," I whispered, beckoning him to lean closer to me before softly revealing, "I've had a fake ID for a year." My uncle was actually spot-on: it was my 29-year-old dad Brandon who got me my fake ID. 

    "Then what the hell are we doing here?! Let's go to a strip club!" Uncle Ryan joked.

    "Hahaha. Aunt Nora misses one party, and you're already talking about going to strip clubs," I replied. 

    "Yeah. Your aunt's sorry for missing your birthday," my uncle said, looking down at the grass instead of making eye contact. "She's just not feeling well."

    "That's alright," I shrugged. Nora was okay, but I liked Uncle Ryan better when she wasn't around. She was one of those wives who acted like they had to keep an eye out for their husbands, as if they were children. Besides, as my dad's brother, Uncle Ryan was the one I was actually related to, not her.

    "I don't know about you, but I'm sweating my ass off. Here, hold this," Ryan said and handed me his beer. Next thing I know, he was pulling off his polo shirt, standing shirtless and barefoot in the sun.

    "Whoa! Have you been hitting the gym?" I asked my uncle, truthfully impressed. He was no bodybuilder or anything, but he seemed to be in MUCH better shape than the last time I saw him with his shirt off. 

    When I was growing up, my uncle played high school and college-level football, and I remember him being ripped as fuck. He was probably my earliest inspiration to start working out. Then, in his senior year of college, Uncle Ryan married Aunt Nora (who, conspicuously, had a baby five months after the wedding). From there, my uncle let himself go, to put it bluntly. He developed a gut and grew hair everywhere except the crown of his head. Still, that type of dad bod was definitely attractive in its own way, especially now that Ryan seemed to be hitting the gym again occasionally.

    "Yeah, I've started working out in the evenings," he said, combing his fingers through the fur on his pecs and flexing them for me. "A far cry from what I used to look like when I was your age, but I'm trying."

    What followed was a 20-minute conversation about working out. I told my uncle how happy I was with my gym, and that I hadn't expected for a college gym to be so nice.

    "That's nice. The gym I go to is crap but hey, it's 10 bucks a month so I guess I can't complain," he said, taking a sip of his cold beer as sweat ran down his exposed torso.

    "Well, lemme know if you wanna check out my gym some time," I offered. "I've snuck my dad in, I can do that with you. It's actually not too far from your office."

    "I might just do that, man. Appreciate it," he said, patting me on the back before pulling me in for a sticky hug. 

    "Ewww, your back is all sweaty," I protested playfully. To that, my uncle's response was,

    "You should see my nutsack."

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    It took three months before Uncle Ryan took me up on my offer to go to the gym together. I'd forgotten all about it, when one day out of the blue he hit me up and asked if I was free after class. Luckily, I was planning on working out that evening anyway so I had my gym bag with me.

    When Ryan showed up, he seemed frustrated and flustered. I could tell he needed a good workout to help him blow off some steam; but more than that, he also needed company, which is probably why he got in touch. I decided not to ask too many questions, assuming he was stressed out because of work. Instead, we headed straight to the locker room, and got two lockers next to each other.

    "Nice undies," my uncle laughed, pointing at the jockstrap I was putting on.

    "They're Dad's," I said truthfully. "I ran out of clean underwear so I helped myself to one of his."

    "He wears jockstraps?" my uncle asked. "What, is he cosplaying as a football player?"

    "Ha," I said, taking my time and changing my socks slowly while dressed in nothing but the jock. I was proud of my ass and had no problem showing it off, even if my audience was my uncle.

    "At least now I know what to get him for his birthday," Uncle Ryan said and pulled down his own boxer briefs to expose a VERY hairy cock. I caught a few glimpses of it before my uncle put on a clean pair of briefs and his shorts. 

    Once we were dressed, we hit the floor together. It was a fun workout, and an hour flew by as we talked and exchanged fitness tips. When that was over, we headed back to the locker room, got naked, and headed to take a shower.

    "Wow, open showers," my uncle said, surprised by the set-up. "Even my cheap gym has separate stalls."

    As we showered side-by-side, wearing nothing but flip-flops, I couldn't help but look at Uncle Ryan's body a few times. He had no problem getting shirtless, and I'd seen him in his underwear a couple of times in my life, but this was my first time seeing him fully nude, so some curiosity was just natural. If I wasn't mistaken, Uncle Ryan scanned me up-and-down a few times as well, even complimenting my muscles and saying I was "developing nicely."

    "Thanks," I smiled, trying not to blush. A few more guys came in and out of the showers, but my uncle didn't check out any of them. Once we were done, we wrapped our towels around our waists and I suggested hitting the sauna.

    "Ahhhh!" my uncle exhaled loudly as he lay with his back down on the topmost bench in the sauna. "I've missed this! The sauna at my gym's been broken for six months."

    "Uncle Ryan, you need to get a membership to a nicer gym," I chuckled as I sat down on the same bench, next to my uncle's feet. It wasn't until I'd sat down that I realized I had a prime view of his cock and balls this way. Since my uncle's eyes were closed and there was no one else in the sauna, I took a good look at his package. We chatted for a bit, but after a couple of minutes we both decided that we'd rather enjoy ourselves in silence, so the only sounds we emitted were moans and exhales as the room got hotter and hotter.

    After a while, I noticed my uncle fidgeting with his towel. I figured he was just adjusting his nuts, which were probably sticking to his legs. Either way, it drew my attention, and when I looked up his towel again I noticed that his cock was significantly larger than it'd been before.

    "Ahem," my uncle cleared his throat as he sat up straight.

    "You okay? Are you overheated?" I asked.

    "I'm fine," Uncle Ryan replied, sweat running down his face like a waterfall, but not like that was unusual considering our whereabouts.

    "You wanna go out?" I checked.

    "You go. I need a minute," he said enigmatically.

    "Need a minute for what?" I asked.

    "Ahem," he cleared his throat again. He kept readjusting his towel, especially the part that was between his legs. Suddenly, I realized why he couldn't get up: my uncle was sporting a hard-on! That's why he needed time for it to go down before he could stand up!

    "Uncle Ryan… do you have a boner?" I laughed, a mere second before two random guys walked into the sauna, talking to each other.

    "Shhhh," my uncle hissed at me sternly.

    "Hey," the new guys nodded at us and took a seat on the other side of the sauna.

    "Hey, sup?" we greeted them back, and it took me all my self-control not to burst out laughing.

    "You do, don't you?" I continued teasing my uncle, looking at the now-very-obvious tent in his white towel. The two guys seemed engrossed in the conversation about basketball, and my uncle struggled to hide his hard cock behind his arm without drawing even more attention to it.

    "Will you shut the fuck up?" he whispered to me. Although he sounded pissed off, he still had a big smile on his face. "You know how it is; it's got a mind of its own. Plus all this heat. It just happened."

    "Well, I know Aunt Nora will be very happy tonight," I winked at my unc.

    "Yeah, right. More like my right hand will be happy," he rolled his eyes.

    Just then, I realized that my uncle's stress from earlier might not be caused by work, but rather marital problems. I didn't want to pry, and this was definitely not the place for it, but I did want to do something to cheer Uncle Ryan up. I scooted over on the bench so I was sitting closer to him, and I put my arm around his shoulders. 

    "For fuck's sake, man, your arm is all sweaty," he protested, his boner throbbing under his towel.

    "You should see my nutsack," I joked, and my uncle playfully pushed me off. We both waited in the sauna for five minutes for his cock to get soft before we left, both of us rushing to the water fountain for a long drink of water after withstanding all that heat.