BRADY:

    After getting a taste of my dick, my cousin D.J. came back asking for more on a nightly basis. We had our routine down to a T: we would get naked and each go to bed, and not three minutes later, my cousin would be creeping over to my side of the room. He would hop on my bed and commence with a blowjob, working up to a dick-riding that was getting better and better each and every night. After shooting my load inside him, I would fall asleep with my cousin's jizz drying on my chest until the morning.

    As much as I loved my trysts with D.J., I still missed the attention of older men. I was used to being "the baby"; even my boyfriends David and Sven's son was older than me. Now, overnight, I'd taken over the role of pseudo big brother. Although I enjoyed exploring this new territory with D.J., I yearned to feel the weight of a big burly body on top of me, giving my hole the trashing it deserved.

    Alas, work wasn't a good place for daddy-hunting either. My uncle strongly believed in getting young people involved in his campaign, so the entire team I interned with – the "social media and online presence" team – consisted of people in their 20s. Most of the work was stimulating, but at times it could also get frustratingly dull, like when we went back and forth for hours in an effort to make the most asinine decisions.

    "I don't think we should publish the photos at the beach," one of the team members said one Monday morning. The photos in question were from the weekend, which my uncle had spent on the Jersey Shore with me and the rest of the family. "They're too… sexy."

    "How are they sexy?!" another co-worker quickly protested. "He's literally at a family-friendly beach with his wife and kids. Everyone's dressed decently. Well… for the most part," the girl shot me a disapproving side-eye look. I'd worn a black speedo to the beach. It was the most modest swimwear item I owned, and I'd refused to trade it in for one of my cousin's baggy board shorts.

    "I think Senator Whitfield looks great for a man his age," a third person chimed in. "Sorry to be inappropriate, but he's got the perfect dad bod. He's in decent shape, but not too much. People online will eat it up."

    "We don't need people online to eat anything up," the initial protestor continued. "So far, the senator's entire public persona has been super strait-laced. Always a suit, always a tie. And as his team, what do we do?"

    "Stick to the issues," the entire group parroted our main mantra.

    "Precisely. We don't do memes, we don't do clickbait, we're above that. If paparazzi shots from that day come out, fine. But I don't want any shirtless photos in any official communications," the guy insisted.

    "Why don't we just leak the photos?" I suggested. "We'll send them to our favorite pundits, and I'm sure they'll make him out to be a family man who despite his age does his best to stay in shape. And if anyone asks him about it, he'll just play coy and do his 'I'm here to talk about the issues' spiel."

    "Good idea," our team leader said. "Brady, you pick five or six photos and send them to me for approval. Just – and don't get this the wrong way – but just don't pick photos with you in them."

    "Fine," I shrugged, all too happy to be excluded from this.

    "And no photos with the senator coming out of the water."

    "Why not?" I asked.

    "Because…" the team leader stalled, visibly uncomfortable. "The photos where his shorts are wet… They outline too much, okay?"

    "Fine," I chuckled, amused that we were talking about my uncle's bulge outline. "I'll make sure to pick something more… appropriate."

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    I spent the next half an hour looking at photos of my uncle in his board shorts, which were sagging a bit too low for somebody with a "strait-laced" image to maintain. I made sure there were no pubes or ass crack visible, and that his bulge didn't look too obscene. Uncle Douglas was one of those men whose abs only showed when the light hit them just right, so I selected precisely those pics.

    That evening, my uncle was the last person at the campaign office still doing work. Since he was my ride home, I waited around and played some games on my phone to kill time. After losing all of my lives, and refusing to pay for more, I switched from games to Grindr, even though I knew it would be slim pickings. As always, most profiles in this area were blank. I did see a few hot daddies with nearly-naked profile pics, but they were too far away and I didn't have a car. Still, it didn't stop me from rubbing my dick while scrolling through their sexy photos.

    "Brady?!" I heard my uncle suddenly yell out from his office just as I was starting to pop a boner. 

    "I'm coming," I said, tucking my boner away as much as I could and making my way to my uncle's office.

    "I'm just about ready here," he said. "How bout you?"

    "Oh, I'm all done," I replied, feeling my hard dick throb and hoping it didn't show too much.

    "What did you do today?" my uncle asked.

    "I spent all day looking at shirtless photos of you," I chuckled. 

    "Oh yeah? And did you like what you saw?" Uncle Doug replied coolly, taking me aback with his response.

    "Aha yeah, you're a real stud," I gave him the best sarcastic comeback I could think of.

    "Brady, sit down," my uncle suddenly said, surprising me even more. I took a seat across from him and listened to what he had to say. "This is a small town," he continued, "and it's hard to remain anonymous here. Especially when you're related to me. So although you may not like it, you will have to keep a low profile."

    "What're you talking about, I keep a super low profile. I don't go anywhere except the office and the house," I complained. 

    My uncle sighed, pulled out his phone, and began to read.

    "New to town from Boston. Looking for good daddy dick."

    "That's my Grindr bio!" I gasped in shock. "Who sent it to you?"

    "No one did. I saw it myself," my uncle replied coolly.

    The wheels in my head turning, I took out my phone and checked the app. It said there was someone in my immediate vicinity, which was unusual since there weren't too many users round these parts. The person's profile was completely blank, the type of profile I always ignored.

    "Why are you on Grindr?" I asked.

    "I'm not on Grindr," my uncle gave an exaggerated shrug. "Not as far as anyone else is concerned. My name's not on there, my photo's not on there. You, on the other hand, you have a face pic visible to everyone. So why are YOU on Grindr?"

    "You read my bio. I think you know the answer to that question," I chuckled.

    "Well, you're gonna have to go 'looking for good daddy dick' in a more discreet manner, I'm afraid," my uncle said.

    "And how do you suggest I do that?" I asked. The realization that my buttoned-up uncle used a gay hookup app was a little shocking, but I'd already learned that people often surprised you with their sexual interests. I watched attentively as Uncle Doug used one hand to put down his phone on the table next to him and moved the other hand to the crotch of his designer trousers.

    He looked down at his bulge, the same place my eyes were staring, and rubbed it slowly. It was wild watching his dick get hard as he massaged its length, seeing it snake down along one thigh. He ran his fingers from back and forth and I saw that he was looking at me now, a look on his face that was both smug and curious.

    "Well, if you're looking for daddy dick," my uncle said as he squeezed his shaft and let out a slow breath, "you really don't have to look that far, Brady." His message was crystal clear, but I still couldn't believe he was proposing that we do this, especially right here! Sure, everyone had gone home and it was just us here. But it still seemed risky for him to be caught getting head – from his own nephew! – in his own campaign office. But he seemed confident, not at all concerned, which made me wonder how many other men might have spent some time on their knees in this room.

    "I'm always happy to be of service, Uncle Doug," I said, moving my hand to my hardening dick and mirroring his motions. "I'm surprised it took you this long to ask." I slowly began to slide forward in the soft chair, eventually slipping off altogether and ending up on my knees. After a short scoot I was in between my uncle's legs. I looked up at him and smiled. He looked calm like always, but I could sense his eagerness.

    Uncle Doug reached for his fly and I grabbed his hand, returning it (for the moment) to his shaft as I took over and slid down the zipper of his trousers. Three of my fingers snaked in and followed my uncle's shaft for a few inches, with just the thin fabric of his boxers separating our skin. He pulled his hand back and sighed when I found the flare of his dickhead and got to work on it.

    My other hand remained glued to my own manhood. I was leaking already just from the thrill and surprise of it all. Doug undid the top of his fly and moved his position a little bit, making it easy to get his dick out without pulling his pants down. I'd never seen my uncle naked, but after staring at photos of his bulge all day it was clear he was well-endowed. Had I chosen some different beach photos today for the press team to leak, many more people would have known that.

    I pulled my uncle's throbbing prick out into the open and couldn't help but lick my lips. The big knob at the end of the shaft was already shiny and wet from its own secretions. I began to stroke it with one hand and used the other to pull his balls out as well. His whole package was impressive, and I immediately noted a few similarities to D.J.'s and – with some amusement – to my own dick as well. Considering we weren't biologically related, the similarity was definitely uncanny.

    "Ohh fuck yeah," Uncle Doug moaned as he relaxed back into his chair and brought a hand to the back of my head. He wasn't pushing me down (not that I needed any encouragement), just slowly stroking my scalp as I ran my tongue up one side of his shaft and down the other. I gave his balls some wet attention as well, before getting back up and taking the dripping dickhead into my mouth.

    "God, you're amazing at this... fuck," my uncle uttered as his dick slid a few inches into my mouth and pressed into the back of my throat. I knew my skills were second to none, but it was good to get recognition from someone older than me. Younger guys were fun to hook up with, but there was just something about that daddy voice egging me on that put me into a very focused and determined state of mind.

    My uncle uttered many more compliments over the ten minutes that followed, but most of the sounds that left his mouth were moans and hissing gasps, which encouraged me just as much as the kind words. Sometimes, when I looked up at my uncle, he'd be glaring right back with a sleepy smile on his face, and he'd rub the back of my neck. Other times, his head was leaning back against the chair, looking like he was in another place, though still enjoying himself immensely.

    I worked his smooth nuts in my hand, tugging on them now and then and making sure they were working up a good load for me. I wasn't sure if this was going to become a regular thing or if it would be a one-time deal (though I knew which option I preferred) and so I was careful about stroking him too fast when I didn't have his dick in my mouth. There was no way I was going to miss swallowing my uncle's sperm!

    Since he was pretty vocal, I could tell by the change in my uncle's tone when he was getting close. His dick suddenly felt a lot harder, and I thought back to D.J.'s comment about mine doing that when I was about to cum. Being my younger cousin's mentor was making me notice things that I'd started to take for granted about sex; things that made it even more fun. Plus, I was getting a nice perverse thrill, sucking a father's dick while remembering his son sucking mine.

    "Oh fuck yeah, here it comes, boy," my uncle growled, and this time I could feel him pushing my head in toward him as his dick slid far down my gullet. Clearly he wanted to blow that way, and I felt a slight pang of regret that I wasn't going to properly get to taste his seed. I guess I would just have to make sure this wasn't the last opportunity I had. Not that I should complain, since I also LOVED the sensation of a dick shooting cum straight down to my stomach.

    When the spurting began, my uncle's dickhead was throbbing so much that I imagined its outline was visible in my throat right at that moment. It felt so huge, and my neck muscles were squeezing it like a lime, trying to work every drop of juice out of it. There were so may jets of thick cum fired down my throat, I realized that I'd stopped counting... when? At six? Seven? Eight?

    When he was finally finishing up, Uncle Doug relaxed the grip on my scalp and I pulled off slowly. Faced with it, I realized his dick really DID look bigger than when he'd slid it into me earlier in the night. It wobbled around still mostly hard as I sat back on my knees and took a quick breath. Then, I got to work cleaning up all of the cum that was on my uncle's legs and around the opening of his pants. Finally, he tucked his tool away and, with a senatorial smile on his face, he said,

    "Alright then. Let's head home."​​