TYLER:

    "Jesus, Tyler, don't you know how to knock?!"

    "Oops, sorry Dad," I said, quickly looking away. I guess that's what I get for walking into my parents' room without announcing my presence: a view of my dad's naked ass while he was in the middle of changing his clothes. "Nice buns," I said teasingly. 

    "Watch your mouth," my father said sternly behind my back. "Okay, you can turn around, I'm decent."

    "What? I'm just saying, you've clearly been squatting at the gym," I laughed, turning around to see my dad now fully dressed and wearing a non-amused expression on his face.

    "This will be the last time you and I have a conversation about my ass," he said. "Sit down. There's something else I wanted to talk to you about."

    "What's up?" I asked, taking a seat on my parents' tidy bed.

    "You know that the Greenblatts are moving at the end of the summer?"

    "Yes. Ah, I'll miss them. They were very generous," I said.

    The Greenblatts were our 70-something-year-old neighbors, who lived in the house next door that my parents owned. They always paid me to run errands for them, but I guess they decided they no longer wanted to put up with New Hampshire winters at their age, so they were moving to Florida.

    "I found a new tenant for the house," my dad informed me.

    "Cool. Who is it?"

    "Your uncle Dixon."

    "What? No way! I always thought Mom didn't like him," I said.

    Uncle Dixon was Dad's younger brother. Aged 37 and 39, they were only two years apart, but their lives were radically different. My dad got married right after graduating college and had me soon thereafter. He now owned multiple properties in the area, renting them out and working as a consultant on the side.

    Meanwhile, Uncle Dixon… well, I had no idea what he did for a living these days. He always worked odd jobs here and there – gutter cleaning, junk removal, furniture assembly. He once mentioned being a bouncer at a strip club but I'm genuinely not sure if he was kidding or not. When my mother heard him talking about it in front of me, she immediately dragged me out of the room.

    "It's not that your mom doesn't like him," Dad said defensively. "She just thought he was a bit of a bad influence. But you're not a kid anymore, you're about to start your senior year of high school so you're old enough to know what's good or bad."

    "Yes. Going to college: good. Talking about your dad's ass: bad," I said.

    "Tyler, stop goofing around!" Dad barked gruffly. "The Greenblatts have been living in that house for almost ten years so we're gonna have to clean it thoroughly. I need you to spend the rest of the summer helping me do that."

    "What's in it for me?" I asked.

    "Yeah yeah, I'll pay you. And then you can help your uncle move in."

    "What's Uncle Dixon up to these days?" I asked. "I haven't seen him in a couple of years. Is he working?"

    "Not currently. But I'll help him find a job in the area. That's why he's moving next door, we're pretty much his last resort. No one will rent to him with his abysmal credit score."

    "Damn, Dad, you're sure doing him a lot of favors," I noted.

    "Your uncle's… done me some big favors in the past," my dad said vaguely. "Anyway, he's moving here at the start of September, so you'll be seeing a lot more of him."

    "Cool," I said, eager to reconnect with my uncle. At that point, I had no idea just how deep that connection would grow.​

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    Uncle Dixon pulled in the driveway a few weeks later, driving the same Chevy truck that he had since I was a kid. It was a sunny Saturday morning, and I went outside to greet him. He got out of the truck, wearing an unbuttoned shirt and a white wifebeater underneath. He held a cigarette in his lips, which curled into a smile when he saw me.

    "My mom better not see you smoking," I said. "You'll be off to a bad start."

    "Shit, you're right," my uncle said, discarding the cig in an empty beer can in the cup holder of his truck. "Now, c'mere and give me a hug!"

    "Good to see you, Uncle Dix. It's been ages," I said as I put my arms around him. Normally I wouldn't like the smell of tobacco, but my uncle actually smelled good. He wasn't wearing any cologne as far as I could tell, it was all his natural musk.

    "Yeah. I've been living in Vegas the past couple of years, and I didn't have enough money to come visit," he explained.

    "What the hell were you doing in Vegas?" I asked.

    "I got a job cooking food at a diner."

    "You were a cook?! Jeez, Uncle Dix, you never seize to surprise," I said.

    I helped my uncle carry his boxes and suitcases into the house, followed by lunch with my parents at our house. It was cordial enough, with Mom and Uncle Dixon both on their best behavior. After we ate, my uncle said that he needed to unpack and my parents suggested I go help him do that. I pretended to protest, when in fact I was more than happy to spend some more time with him.

    We headed over to the house next door, and up the stairs to the master bedroom. Once there, my uncle immediately got rid of his shirt. With his arms crossed at the bottom of his wifebeater, he pulled it up and threw it on the floor as well.
   I watched my shirtless uncle in awe, silently admiring his bulky torso. He wasn't toned like the muscle guys on social media, but he had some amazing mass in his arms and pecs. And I don't think I'd ever seen someone with that much chest hair! When he spotted me staring, I quickly looked away and asked,

    "So, what do you want me to unpack?"

    My uncle pointed at some boxes of clothes, and I dug in. After unpacking some of his jeans and flannel shirts, I opened a box that had underwear on top. Even though I assumed it was freshly laundered, the smell of him was heavy nonetheless. Before I knew I was doing it, I took a deep breath.

    "You don't have a lot of underwear," I commented when I realized there were maybe only about ten pairs of boxers and boxer briefs total.

    "Nah, never cared much for it. I usually go commando," Uncle Dixon explained as he squatted low to rifle through another box. He was true to his word as his loose, beltless jeans slid down, exposing a few inches of his hairy crack.

    "I can see that," I chuckled, sparing another few seconds to check out his ass.

    I went through his underwear carefully, folding each pair neatly and placing it in the top drawer of the dresser. Although it was all stuff that he probably got at Walmart, the fact that it belonged to my hunky uncle made it seem almost like sexy lingerie. I had a strong urge to sniff a pair, but there was no way I could do that with him right there.

    "Alright, I'm gonna take a quick shower," Uncle Dixon announced in his deep voice about an hour later. I was just about to offer to leave, when he suddenly kicked off his boots and dropped his jeans to the floor. "Shit, where'd I put the towels?"

    The box containing the towels was right in front of me. My uncle spotted them and started to walk toward me. With his eyes on the box, he never noticed me staring wide eyed at his now-fully-naked body. His legs were just as hairy as his chest, surpassed only by the thick forest of public hair. Even though his pubes were long and bushy, they did nothing to hide his soft yet thick shaft bouncing with each step. His heavy balls sagged low and I could've sworn I heard them slapping against the inside of his thighs. I held my breath as he reached for a towel, trying to look everywhere but at his dick. 

    Without another word, Uncle Dixon spun on his feet and left for the en-suite bathroom. I watched his meaty ass bounce just like his dick did. He didn't bother to close the bathroom door behind him, and I heard the shower turn on a few seconds later. I found myself unable to resist the temptation to creep closer. Surely a small peek wouldn't hurt?

    Making sure to avoid the squeaky floorboard, I peered through the doorway and I could see my naked uncle through the glass door of the shower. It was already starting to steam up, but I could still make out his muscular body. I bit my lip as he used a bar of soap up and down his stomach before moving to his hairy pits. I'd never seen so much body hair on guys in the school locker room and I was quickly becoming obsessed.

    I cursed under my breath when his hands made their way down to his cock and balls. He seemed to take special attention here, making sure to lather them for a full minute or two. He then set the soap down and tugged on his shaft for a few moments. It didn't look like he was getting hard, but his dick definitely looked chubbier than before. As he finally started to rinse off, I hurried away from the doorway so I wouldn't be caught.

    "Are there any good bars around?" Uncle Dixon asked as he casually walked back into the room, still stark naked. 

    "Uhh... I wouldn't know. I'm not even out of high school yet," I noted, once again distracted by his nudity. My uncle pulled out a pair of gym shorts from a box and he put them on.

    "I guess you can't have one of these, then," he said with a smirk, opening a cooler and taking out two cans of beer, tossing one to me.

    I fumbled for a bit trying to catch the slick can but thankfully I didn't drop it. I didn't want to look like a dweeb in front of Uncle Dixon. He went to sit on the bed and cracked his can open. I looked around for a place to sit and decided the cooler would work well enough. This put me well below waist height in front of him. He spread his legs wide as he took a long sip of his beer, and I opened my beer while looking between his legs.

    We chatted for a bit about school, sports, what I wanted to do after graduation. It was normal chit chat about everyday topics, but I was focused on something else: getting a perfect view up my uncle's shorts. My eyes kept drifting to his hairy nuts but I hoped it wasn't obvious.

    "What about your dating life? Are you seeing someone?" Uncle Dixon smiled, making the conversation more personal.

    I noticed he used the word "someone," rather than ask me if I had a girlfriend. Several years ago, my uncle had walked in on me kissing a neighborhood boy, but we never talked about it. Since then, I'd secretly hooked up with a couple of guys from my high school, mostly enhancing handjobs, but I'd never told my parents or even my friends about my attraction to guys.

    "No, I don't have a girlfriend... or a boyfriend," I admitted, coming out to someone for the first time. 

    "No big deal, you'll find someone eventually," Uncle Dixon said coolly, sounding totally nonjudgmental. Then, he shocked me when he added, "Ya know, I've experimented with guys in the past."

    "You have?!" I blurted out.

    All my life my uncle seemed like such a manly, blue-collar guy. Never in a million years would I have guessed he'd hooked up with other dudes. He said he'd done it in the past, so I wondered if he still did. And just what kind of "experimenting" was he talking about? I had a thousand questions.

    "Yeah. I mean, I've never done anything too outrageous. I've just... Nevermind. I shouldn't be talking about this to you," he said, changing his mind halfway through.

    "Why? What've you done?" I asked keenly. "C'mon, I don't have anyone to talk about this kinda stuff with. I won't tell anyone, even my dad," I promised.

    "Okay. I've had my dick sucked by a couple guys. Nothin' crazy," Uncle Dixon confessed.

    "Wow," I gasped. "How was it?"

    "Not too different than getting your dick sucked by a girl. Though I guess you wouldn't know what that's like either."

    "No," I admitted, before blurting out, "I've always wanted to try sucking someone's dick."

    I looked down at my beer, embarrassed by what I'd just disclosed to my own uncle. I could feel my cheeks start to burn. I was waiting for Uncle Dixon to start laughing at me, but it never came. I looked up at him again and saw him adjusting his dick in shorts. It… almost looked like he was groping his bulge. Was he really just adjusting himself? Or was he trying to tell me something? A few moments later, when he finally moved his hand away, he seemed to be pitching a tent.

    "No better time than the present," he said as he stood up and pulled down the waistband of his shorts, exposing his rock-hard tool. "I know I'm your uncle and all, but you've been staring at my junk all night. Would you like to suck my dick?"​​