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    Now that we shared a bed every night, it was difficult for Uncle Stan to keep secrets from me. I was well aware of his comings and goings – and lately he'd been going out in the evenings a lot more than usual. I didn't like falling asleep by myself anymore, but I also didn't want to nag him like some sort of jealous boyfriend, so I didn't ask too many questions.

    Tonight, I was awoken by a phone call round 2 AM. Still alone in bed, I looked at my phone and saw Stan's name flashing on the screen.

    "Hey. Is everything okay?" I said as soon as I answered.

    "Everything's fine," my uncle replied. "I've just had a few drinks and I need you to pick me up."

    "Ergh, can't you get an Uber or something?" I suggested. I was relieved that my uncle was okay, but I was also frustrated that he'd woken me up just for this.

    "I can't. My truck is here and I'll need it for work in the morning," he explained. "So I need you to take an Uber to get here, and then drive us back in my truck."

    "Only you. There's no one else I would do this for," I said to Stan, getting out of bed naked and reaching down for some clothes I'd left on the floor.

    My uncle texted me the address, which seemed to be a residential house a few towns away. Although I was used to life in Maine by now, I still didn't like how dark and eerie everything looked in the middle of the night. Thankfully, the Uber driver was a friendly woman who had some good music playing, which cheered me up as we drove for 20 minutes to my uncle's current whereabouts.

    When we arrived at the location, I saw Uncle Stan's truck in the driveway and waited for him to come out. To my surprise, the front door was opened by a naked man, who gave my fully-dressed uncle a hug and a kiss goodbye. Silhouettes in the windows let me know there were other people in the house.

    While walking toward me, Uncle Stan waved and smiled. He didn't seem all that drunk, but I was glad he'd decided to do the responsible thing and not drive. He hugged me, reeking of sweat and cigarettes, and got in the passenger seat of his own truck.

    "So what's going on in there? A naked party?" I asked, pointing at the house from behind the steering wheel.

    "Ha. You could say so," my uncle chuckled.

    "Seriously, whose house is this?" I asked, pulling out of the driveway.

    "A buddy of mine," Stan said, closing his eyes and leaning back in the seat. "He was having a few guys over."

    "And how many of those guys did you fuck?" I said.

    "None. They all fucked me."

    Good thing there was no traffic, because for a moment I swerved into the opposite lane.

    "I see. And how many… how many guys fucked you?" I asked, trying to remain calm. 

    "Seven, I think," Stan said nonchalantly, still keeping his eyes closed.

    As someone who's only ever been fucked by a few guys, my uncle included, I couldn't even imagine getting fucked by seven men in one single night! Furthermore, I couldn't picture my macho uncle doing that. Ever since I found out that Uncle Stan was bi, I mostly imagined him being a top. Now, I wanted to know as many details as possible.

    "So how was it? Did they… Did they cum inside you?" I asked timidly, keeping my hands on the wheel rather than reaching for my growing dick. Hearing Uncle Stan's story was quickly giving me a boner.

    "It was fun. We've done it a few times over the past month, but tonight was the best. And yes, they did cum inside me," Stan replied, finally opening his eyes to look at me. When he noticed my hard dick, he reached over and gave it a few strokes through my sweatpants.

    "Please don't do that," I begged. As good as it felt, I needed to focus on the road, and I still wasn't confident enough in my driving skills to get a handjob while driving in the dead of night.

    "Okay," Stan said, retracting his hand. "Listen, I really appreciate you picking me up. I'll make it up to you."

    "That's okay," I said, my heart thumping. Although I had a million questions for my uncle, I decided to wait until we got back home. So, I turned on the radio and drove with a hard-on all the back way to Uncle Stan's house.

    "Do I need a shower? I feel like I smell like jizz," Uncle Stan asked once we were up in his studio and he had taken his clothes off.

    "Uh, up to you. I don't mind," I replied, though secretly I loved the smell of him.

    Uncle Stan lifted his hairy armpit and sniffed it. Apparently he decided his musk was acceptable, and he lay down on the bed. I quickly took my own clothes off and shut the light off before getting into bed with my uncle. I immediately had his arm around me and I laid my head on his chest. He smelled fucking amazing. While I ran my fingers through his chest hair, he gently stroked my arm.

    "Can I... Can I see your asshole?" I whispered timidly, breaking the silence.

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    Stan chuckled, then reached for the lamp on the nightstand. He switched the light on and got on his knees with his back turned to me. He reached back and spread his furry asscheeks, revealing his freshly-fucked hole. His crack was sweaty but also had bits of dried jizz. His normally tight hole looked altogether wrecked after being bred by seven cocks in one night. Fuck, it looked so hot. 

    Unable to contain my curiosity, I reached forward and touched my uncle's asshole. Stan's pucker quivered and quickly loosened, allowing my middle finger to enter him. I'd never been this loose before, even after playing with my bigger toys. I pushed a second finger in, going as deep as I could. I could even feel jizz that had been dumped inside by multiple men.

    "This is so hot," I whispered without even realizing it.

    "Wanna fuck it?" Stan offered casually.

    "Wh-what?!" I stuttered, shocked by his suggestion.

    "You can be my eighth load for the night," he said, bending over further and pulsing his hole right in my face. 

    "Uh, sure," I said. I was trying to sound confident, but on the inside I was a nervous mess. This would be my first time ever fucking another guy. Would I do a decent job? At least it kinda made sense that my uncle would be my first. After all, Stan was the first one to fuck me as well. 

    My uncle spread his legs more and went down to rest on his forearms. I got fully behind him and shoved my face between his cheeks. I was able to easily tongue-fuck his used hole, tasting the salty jizz deposited there by his buddies. The combined flavor of sweat and cum had my cock raging. 

    "Fuck yeah, boy, get my hole ready," Uncle Stan groaned, clearly enjoying my tongue up his ass.

    After spending a few minutes rimming him, I was ready to fuck my uncle. I spat in my hand and rubbed it all along my shaft, although I didn't really need any extra lubrication. I took a deep breath… and began to push my cock inside my uncle. I sank into him easily thanks to his hole being wide open. I could even feel the loads he'd taken earlier, which made for the perfect lube. I bottomed out within seconds, and I gasped in disbelief of how amazing it felt to have someone's ass gripping my cock.

    "How's it feel, son? How's it feel to fuck a man for the first time?" my uncle asked while looking back at me.

    "Fuck, Uncle Stan, it feels so good," I moaned in response as I began to pump back and forth.

    Even though his hole was so loose, my uncle still managed to clench his ass around my shaft. Getting fucked always felt incredible, but now that I was on the giving end, a whole new world was opened to me. Eager to fuck him as hard as I could, I started thrusting faster, confident that Stan would be able to take it. It felt like his warm, wet hole was caressing every inch of my cock with each thrust – and I was loving it!

    I held onto my uncle's waist and slowed down a bit so I wouldn't cum just yet. Eventually, I found a rhythm that felt right. Judging by my uncle's moans, he was enjoying this just as much as I was, which made me swell with pride. I especially appreciated how he slammed his hips back to meet my thrusts: just how I liked to do when the roles were reversed.

    My big hunky uncle looked so different from this perspective. I'd always admired his broad back and his muscular glutes, but now I got to see them up close while drilling his hole with my dick. He was one of the manliest men that I knew – and he was a cumslut at the same time.

    "Fuck, Uncle Stan, I don't think I can last much longer," I gasped, doing my to keep going but quickly approaching the edge.

    "It's okay, son. I want you to fill me up," he reassured me, reaching down to grab his own hard cock. "Just go for it, boy!"

    I picked up my pace once more, getting closer and closer to pure ecstasy. With each thrust, I could feel my orgasm building. I couldn't hold back any longer and I slammed into Uncle Stan one more time, shooting cum deep into his pre-loaded guts. I was panting and sweating, and saw Stan blowing his own load all over the bed. My first time fucking a man, and I'd managed to make him cum. I was proud of my accomplishment, and thankful that I got to do this with Uncle Stan. It was the perfect first time, I realized as we cuddled up a moment later and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.