DIXON:

    "Jesus, Dixon, put some fucking clothes on."

    "Why? It's nothing you ain't seen yet," I said cheekily, wagging my dick in front of my older brother Clark, who had just entered my house.

    "What if it was somebody else coming in, huh? What if it was Tyler?" Clark asked, completely unaware that his son had not only seen my dick by now, but he'd sucked it on multiple occasions.

    "I knew you were dropping by, you texted me earlier," I pointed out. "What is it you wanted to talk about?"

    "Can you put some pants on first, please?" my brother requested.

    Normally, my comeback would be "I'm in my own house," but technically this was Clark's house. He was generous by letting me stay here, so I didn't want to ruffle any feathers. I went upstairs, pulled on a pair of basketball shorts, and came downstairs to find my brother making coffee in the kitchen.

    "Is this decent enough for you? Or do I need to go put on a tux?" I quipped.

    "Haha, very funny," he said sarcastically. "I came here to offer you a job, so you might wanna stop screwing around."

    "What kinda job?" I asked, sitting on a bar stool next to my brother and accepting the cup he handed me.

    "Flipping houses," he said. "I just found two properties that might make a good investment, but they're both pretty run down. They'll require a lot of work. I usually hire people to do all that, but I think you might be able to manage a lot of it yourself."

    "Not one, but two properties. Look at you, Mr. Hotshot," I said.

    "Yeah, yeah," Clark brushed off my compliment. One thing I liked about my brother was that he never rubbed his success in people's faces. "So what do you think?"

    "I think I can definitely do it. It might just take me a bit of time if I'm doing most of the work on my own."

    "I'll get you some help if you need it. Or you can take Tyler, you can teach him a thing or two," my brother suggested.

    "Oh, I'll be happy to teach Tyler a thing or two," I replied, taking a sip of my drink in order to hide my smirk.

    Clark showed me some pictures of the properties he was considering purchasing, and we talked about the work that needed to be done. Afterward, we pivoted back to talking about his son. "I hope he hasn't been bothering you," my brother said. "He's been hanging out at your house a lot."

    "He's no bother. We just watch TV and drink a bit of beer," I said (neglecting to mention the blowjobs that took place).

    "Well if he ever gets to be a pain in your neck, just let me know. It's not your job to babysit him. You should go out, meet some people. Maybe meet a nice girl, finally."

    "I've met several girls since I've been here, actually," I revealed.

    "Are you going on dates?" my brother asked.

    "It's kinda hard to go on dates when you're broke. But a couple of them have invited me over for sex," I said coolly. "And what about you, bro? How's your sex life these days?"

    "Virtually nonexistent," my brother admitted. "At this point, the only reason why Jane and I are still married is because our finances are all tangled up. After Tyler moves to go to college… I don't know what might happen."

    "I'm sorry to hear that," I said, patting Clark's back in an effort to provide some comfort. I wasn't sure what to say next, so we sat in silence for a while until my brother said,

    "She's been with other men a couple of times recently. Not that I can blame her. The passion's been gone between us and… well, you can't live that way forever."

    "Wow," I said, surprised by this information. My sister-in-law was always the prim-and-proper type, who insisted on everything being done in a dignified, sophisticated way. I thought it was very hypocritical of her to end up committing adultery, but I didn't want to say anything about it to my brother. Instead, I just asked him, "What about you?"

    "What about me?"

    "Have you been with other women? Or… other men?" I said.

    After Clark graduated college, he and I lived together for a few months. During that time, I walked in on him receiving a blowjob from a male neighbor. I promised Clark not to tell anyone, but ever since that day I'd been wondering if my brother might still be interested in other guys.

    "No, no, no other women. And definitely no other men!" Clark said defensively. "I haven't done that in almost twenty years. I don't even know why you're bringing it up."

    "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," I shrugged. "Just thought to ask. There's no shame in it either way. Hell, I've been with guys a few times myself."

    "Bullshit! You're messing with me," Clark said.

    "Nope. I've never dated another man, but some sex here and there… it's all in good fun," I said.

    "You've… You've actually had sex with another man? Other than oral sex, I mean?" my brother asked. I could see his curiosity in his eyes, clear as day. My assumption was that Clark had only ever gotten head from another guy, but to this day he was curious to go the full nine yards.

    "Yup," I nodded calmly.

    "Wh– What's it like?" Clark asked, avoiding eye contact.

    "It's really easy. You just download an app, see who's around. Men aren't particularly picky about stuff like that."

    "No, I mean, what's the actual sex like?" he said, confirming my suspicions about his curiosity.

    "Well, I can't really explain it. You just gotta experience it for yourself," I said. "I actually have a guy coming over tonight."

    "What guy?"

    "His name is Stan. A construction worker from Maine. He's in town for work and he said he'd like to be fucked while he's here."

    "Jesus, Dixon. I can't believe what I'm hearing," my brother broke out in sweat.

    "If you're curious, you can try him out too," I suggested. 

    "I can't do that!" Clark said nervously.

    "Or you can watch me do it."

    "Are you crazy?! You want me to watch you fuck some guy?"

    "I don't want you to do anything. You were the one asking questions about it," I reminded him.

    "You're my brother. I can't watch you have sex."

    "Okay. I don't care either way," I shrugged.

    "You're serious, aren't you?" Clark said incredulously. "You'd really let me do that?"

    "If you want to, Stan will be over at 7," I said. "Now if you don't mind, I gotta shower and run to the store. And thank you for the job offer, by the way. I'm looking forward to working together."

    With that, I stood up and left the kitchen. By the time I was back downstairs, my brother was gone.

—

    Later that evening, true to his word, my guest parked his truck in front of my house at 7 PM sharp. Stan looked just like his pics on Scruff: a rugged man's man type, which was what attracted me to him in the first place. He looked quite like me if I was being honest. A typical burly, bearded lumberjack rocking a plaid flannel, Carhartts, and steel-toed work boots. I bet a lot of people would be surprised to learn a guy like Stan was into getting fucked, but I knew not to make assumptions based on appearance.

    "Glad you could make it," I greeted Stan at the door with a strong handshake.

    "Thanks, man, me too," he replied in a deep masculine voice.

    I got us some beers, which the two of us downed in front of the TV in the living room while idly chatting. We sat next to each other on the couch, our thighs constantly touching, which was already giving me a semi. It was obvious we were into one another, and before long I got to taste the beer and tobacco on Stan's breath as we began making out while tearing each other's clothes off.

    Once I was naked, I sat on the couch and watched as my bearded guest kicked off his boots and pants. This proved he was hairy all over his body, which made him even sexier in my eyes. I especially loved his perfectly furry, broad, muscular chest that was a likely result of all the physical labor. The fat cock swinging between his legs gave me pause and made my mouth water, and I noticed that his attention was focused on my prick as well.

    As Stan stepped out of his pants, leaving his socks on, he knelt in front of me and immediately swallowed my cock to the hilt. Although I appreciated my nephew's recent blowjobs, it was nice to have a more experienced cocksucker at my feet. Stan easily deepthroated me, better than anyone did before, all while his beard tickled my balls and his mustache intertwined with my bushy pubes.

    I sat back, drank my beer, and let Stan service me. I stroked the back of his head while he growled with enthusiasm as he worked my dick with his mouth and hands. I especially enjoyed him resting my shaft on his hairy cheek while he sucked on my nuts or licked my taint. I slid my ass down a little bit, giving him access to my hole, which he poked with the tip of his tongue, when…

    We were suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door. Neither of us was surprised, as I'd let Stan know ahead of time that we might be interrupted by a visitor. He sat back on his heels, stroking himself as I went to answer the door. I swung it open, proudly displaying my fat erection. Just like I suspected, my brother was standing at my door, and his jaw dropped when he saw me flashing my boner, slick with Stan's spit.

    Clark pushed me into the house and quickly closed and locked the front door while I walked back to the couch. As I sat back down, I watched my brother cautiously check out Stan. Stan seemed perfectly at ease, not at all minding Clark's wandering eyes that glinted with keen interest.

    "Stan, this is my brother Clark. You don't mind if he watches?" I asked casually.

    "Of course not," the hunky man replied with a grin.

    Stan turned his attention back to my dick, eagerly swallowing it again. He was now on all fours, proudly presenting his furry ass to Clark, who continued staring at him like he was some sort of an exotic animal. Although my brother's eyes were mostly focused on Stan, I also caught Clark looking at me a few times, so I made sure to flex my pecs and my biceps, flashing my hairy armpits. Figuring it was time give my brother a proper show, I got up from the couch, grabbed Stan's head like a football, and started fucking his face mercilessly. The talented cocksucker had no trouble keeping up with the assault on his throat, though copious amounts of drool now started to escape his lips and land on the carpet.

    Clark slowly moved to an armchair and sat down to watch. He was obviously rubbing his cock through his jeans, even though he tried to be discreet about it. It turned me on even more to have my big brother here, watching me skull-fuck this dude. It reminded me of the several times when I'd been a bull for straight couples that were into cuckolding. I always enjoyed when a husband watched me fuck his wife – or vice versa. Now, the role of voyeur was filled by my only brother, which made this ordeal even hotter.

    Facing Clark, I put one hand on the back of Stan's head and used my other hand to tightly grip the cocksucker's neck. I could feel my shaft expanding Stan's throat each time I drove forward. He didn't shy away either, wrapping his muscled arms around my ass, trying to get me as far down his gullet as possible. While all of this was happening, my brother and I maintained eye contact. Finally succumbing to temptation, Clark took his own dick out of his pants and started stroking.

    "You fucking like that?" I barked, aiming my question at my brother but instead, Stan was the one who answered.

    "Mhm," the dicksucker nodded, massaging my cock with his throat. Looking down between his thick hairy thighs, I saw Stan's throbbing cock pointing up at me. I used my bare foot to give his nuts a few gentle kicks, which made the man moan in ecstasy. His whole body shook, and I could tell he was close.

    "I'm gonna make him by kicking his balls," I said to my brother. "Watch this."

    I continued to flick Stan's nuts with my toes until he began spewing like a geyser, covering my foot with his warm jizz.

    "Fuck. Fuck!" my brother grunted from the armchair, jerking his own dick faster by the second, approaching his own orgasm.

    "Don't cum!!" I ordered, shouting at Clark. "Don't you dare do it just yet!"

    With that, I withdrew my dick from Stan's mouth and allowed the man to catch his breath. I looked down at him and smiled, stroking his cheek with my hand.

    "It's time to go upstairs," I said, helping Stan stand up, which made our dicks clash like two swords in the process. Then, I turned to my brother and said, "Follow us."​

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Stan is the main character of Staying with Uncle Stan ≫