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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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I never knew why my dad walked out in us. I was a baby at the time. My mom wouldn’t talk about it, even though I asked regularly. My brother didn’t care much, he always called him “that asshole”, and spent his time getting into trouble – skipping school, smoking, drinking, partying and playing his guitar. When his band got its first sniff of success, just after my brother graduated high school, he was never going to go to university.

My brother Jack has a real confidence about things – he has an ‘alpha male’ air about him. He isn’t a dick about it with me though, we’ve always had a good relationship. He is incredibly good looking, like 6 foot 2 Zayn from One Direction: slicked back black hair, tattoos on his arms, toned body, tight torn jeans and fitted t-shirts.

If my brother is Zayn, I’m more Niall – lighter brown hair, nice body but a fuller face and a bit more boyish looking. You wouldn’t guess that I was related to my brother. I am shorter than him, about 5’11. I definitely look more like my mother’s side of the family while Jack takes after my dad. He looks a lot like him from the old pictures I’ve seen of my dad in his early 20s.

My dad’s absence haunted my thoughts. I went away to college and got my degree, but I had this hole inside me that I couldn’t fill. I tried with so many guys, especially older guys, but no matter how much sex I had, I felt like a part of me was missing. I could never come out to my mom though, she was really conservative and pretty religious.

I finally decided one day that I was going to track my dad down. My mom tried to talk me out of it, telling me he was a deadbeat and not worth my time. I didn’t listen to her. I had spent too many years thinking about getting to know him and I had to see for myself. If he was a loser it was my right to see that first-hand.

It took weeks to track him down. No one in my mother’s family wanted to talk about him, and my attempts to contact my dad’s family members seemed to fall on deaf ears… until one day when I finally got a message back from my Uncle Will. I decided to call him.

“Wow, it’s really great to hear from you Tom. I’m sorry I didn’t message sooner but I’m never on Facebook. Your dad talks about you and Jack quite a bit. I can’t believe I’m talking to you now. Have you managed to get in touch with your dad?” he asked me.

“No, I couldn’t find him but I’m pleased I tracked you down,” I answered.

“Yeah me too!” I could hear how happy my uncle sounded. “I’ve been looking at pictures on your Facebook profile,” he said. “You and your brother look like you’re doing well. Handsome and successful young men. Jack looks like your dad.”

“Yeah I know, I’ve seen old pictures. They look so much alike, except for Jack’s tattoos. Has my dad changed a lot?” I asked.

“No, he hasn’t,” my uncle laughed. Just a bit more grey and a few lines on the face. He’s like a late 40s version of your brother!”

“Wow,” was all I could say. The conversation was going so well.

“He’d love to see you,” my uncle said encouragingly. I told him that my mom was against it, and my uncle sighed. “You should give my dad his own chance to explain. Life isn’t easy sometimes. He feels really bad about things, but your mom won’t let him talk to you. He’s been thinking about doing it anyway, but he is scared thinking about how you and your brother will respond.”

“Well, he shouldn’t be. Where does he live? Is he still in Pittsburgh?” I asked.

“No. He had to escape after he split with your mom,” my uncle explained. “He’s here in Chicago with me.”

“I’d like to surprise him,” I suggested to my uncle. To be honest, I was also suggesting this to protect myself. If my dad didn’t know I was coming I could still back out, up to the moment that I rang his doorbell. My uncle took some convincing on this, but once I said I wouldn’t come otherwise he finally agreed.

“Fine. But you’re staying with me, ok? he added.

“Oh. I don’t know about that,” I said, suddenly incredibly nervous about it all.

“And you’ve got money to travel and stay in a hotel for a few days or whatever?” my Uncle Will asked me.

“Uhhh,” I said, knowing he was right. Having recently graduated and I wasn’t working regularly yet, just doing odd jobs. “You really don’t mind me staying?” I asked.

“Of course not!” My uncle exclaimed. “I’ll be really happy to see you again and catch up with you, Tom.”

“Ok. And you promise you won’t tell him?” I asked.

“I promise,” my uncle agreed, hesitantly.

Two weeks later and I was driving towards Illinois with suitcases filled with two weeks’ worth of clothes in the back seat. After a day of diving, I arrived at my uncle’s place. He lived in an apartment block to the bursa escort north of the city by the zoo. I nervously rang his doorbell and felt my heart pounding in my chest as I heard footsteps and the door being unlocked.

My uncle opened the door and we embraced. “It’s so good to see you,” he said through his hug.

“Yeah you too!” I agreed. The hug felt great, not because of years of missing him – I never really knew him, actually – but just out of sheer joy. My uncle was also incredibly hot. He gave off totally fit “daddy” vibes, the type that I’d usually hook up with at college. He had a short scruffy beard and slightly longer gingery-brown hair. He was tall and his body was very nice, slender and toned but not overly muscly. He was so attractive I must have been staring at him.

“Something wrong?” he smiled. “Not what you were expecting?”

“No, I mean yes… It’s just strange to meet you, uh, after all these years.” I stammered like a flustered fool. “You look great,” I added.

“Thanks,” my uncle laughed. “Not so bad yourself. Let me show you your room.”

I dumped my bag on the floor of my room, sat down on the bed and let it sink in. This was going well. What would it be like to see my dad? I felt my nerves kick in again and decided to go see if my uncle wanted to go for a beer maybe.

I went into the living room. My uncle wasn’t there so I assumed he was in his room. Before I called for him I looked around his place. It was incredibly stylish, and immaculate. He had a ton of vinyl records in one corner next to a turntable, an. shelves full of books. I don’t know what it was, but something inside me thought he might be gay like me too.

I was thumbing through his vinyl when I suddenly heard a voice behind me. “See anything you like?” I jumped about two feet.

“Fucking hell, Uncle Will. You scared the shit out of me!” My uncle laughed and put a hand on my shoulder. His grip was firm. I instantly felt tingles down my spine from his touch and, though I felt a twinge of guilt about it, in my groin too.

“Sorry,” he smiled at me. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Should we get dinner?” I asked him. “And I need a drink.”

“Yes,” my uncle replied. “But sit down first please,” he said. I did as he asked, suddenly feeling nervous again. My uncle must have noticed. “Hey, don’t worry,” he smiled. “It’s just that your dad is away for a week. He’s at a work conference. If I had known, I would have told you before you made the journey. And I didn’t tell him because of our promise.”

“Ok,” I sighed, relieved that it wasn’t something awful, but also glad I had a few more days to relax before I saw my dad. “And you don’t mind me staying here until then?” I asked.

“Not at all!” my uncle smiled. “I’ll be pleased to get to know you. Let’s go get dinner.”

My uncle and I had a really nice evening. The next morning he made me breakfast and gave me a spare key before he went to work. I decided to explore the city a bit and then came back in the afternoon to rest.

After a brief catnap, I woke up feeling incredibly horny, so I decided to do some cruising on Grindr. It didn’t take long until I found a hot guy wanting sex. The only problem was, he couldn’t host.

Could I really invite a guy to my uncle’s place? It was 2pm, so Uncle Will probably wouldn’t be back for another 3 hours. The guy was so hot and I was horny enough to risk it. I invited him over.

The guy may have been hot, but he was boring in every way, from personality to sex. He couldn’t even suck dick well, so after a bit I told him it wasn’t working. He got dressed and I pulled on my running shorts to walk him to the door.

But when we left my room I was completely shocked to see my uncle sitting on the couch. “Oh!” I exclaimed. “Uncle Will, this is, uh,” I was embarrassed that I couldn’t remember the guy’s name.

“Rick,” my handsome Grindr date said, sticking out his hand to my uncle. Then I cringed when he said, “Are you Tim’s boyfriend?”

“Tom,” I said, through clinched teeth.

Rick ignored me and sat on the arm of my uncle’s chair, clearly interested in him. “You’re hot, you ever play?” he asked. I was horrified.

My Uncle Will was cool as cucumber. “Yes, but not today. Nice to meet you.” Rick looked disappointed but left.

“I’m so sorry…” I started, but Uncle Will raised a hand. I sat next to him.

“Look, I understand you have needs, but that wasn’t cool. You should ask if you want to bring someone home. But let’s forget it this time, eh?” My uncle smiled at me.

“Really? Oh, I am sorry though…” I started, but Uncle Will raised a hand and I stopped.

“I said, it’s forgotten. So,” he grinned, “You’re gay too.”

“Too? You mean you are as well?” I asked, both surprised and unsurprised at the same time.

My bursa escort bayan uncle laughed. “No, I’m not. I just mean it’s just so much more open nowadays. More than when I was your age. For the record, and since we’re sharing, I’m straight, but I did fool around a bit at university. You know what it’s like in a drunken frat house.” I smiled. I knew I had some vibes off him.

“So, what do you think?” my uncle said, “Pizza, beer and a movie?” I agreed and went to get dressed while he ordered.

The night wore on and we had a really good time bonding. My uncle could really drink, and by 9pm I was pretty drunk while he was just tipsy. He got out some vodka and I passed, happy to finish my beer. My uncle could knock back the vodka too, but it eventually caught up with him. Drunk now, he asked me about being gay.

“How long did you know? Did you come out?” he asked. I explained about my mom, and how she was conservative and that I couldn’t tell her. “Do you have a good relationship with her?” my uncle asked.

“Meh. She tries hard but she’s strict. I know she loves us but she struggles to show it sometimes. My brother was really difficult in school and I think she had a hard time with him and making enough money.” It was weird, I felt like that part of my life was years in my past, even though I’d only been gone two days.

“Your mom never was very understanding,” my uncle added.

“And what about you?” I asked him. “You said you did some things?”

“I don’t know. Yes but not really. It was drunk frat boy stuff. I’ve just jerked off with guys, a few times. I got a blow job once from a freshman when I was really drunk and horny.” I nodded at my uncle, unsure of what to say. “So what was up with that guy today?” he asked me.

“Oh God, Uncle Will. He was really boring. The sex was terrible. He couldn’t even suck dick well.” My uncle laughed loudly and poured another vodka for each of us.

“No? You’re the cocksucking expert then?” he joked.

“Maybe, yes. Fucking better than him anyway. I don’t use my teeth, I know how to play with balls and work the head and shaft. I can edge, and I certainly know how to take it deep without constantly gagging!” I had meant all that as a criticism of my date, but my uncle shifted in his seat.

“Uh, you do sound like you know what to do.” he chuckled, adjusting himself slightly.

“Well I enjoy doing it, that’s the thing.” I bragged, full of confidence from the vodka.

“Yeah see, a lot of girls don’t,” Uncle Will said. “They race through it or make weird gagging noises, like they’re in a porn film.”

“Yeah I’ve seen those films,” I laughed. “It’s so stupid and fake. Do straight guys really like that?” I asked.

“Not really,” my uncle said. “It depends on the guy.”

“If you’re enjoying it, teasing and passing the guy you don’t need to do that.” I said, now starting to feeling like a blow job expert.

“You must be popular with the guys,” my uncle laughed. “It’s been forever since I had a someone please me like that.”

“When was the last time?” I asked, genuinely curious.

My uncle pondered this and finished his vodka, pouring another. He was coherent but quite drunk. “Honestly? Years since I had one that really blew my mind.”

“Damn,” I said. “You’re way overdue.”

My uncle laughed. “You don’t even know. When did you last suck a nice cock on a guy who appreciated it?”

“Couple of months, I think,” I said.

“Sounds like you’re overdue too,” Uncle Will said. We sat in silence for a bit, and my uncle adjusted himself again. Then he said, “Uh, maybe we can help each other out.”

I got instantly hard, thinking about my hot uncle with his cock out, though I still couldn’t believe my ears. “What do you mean?” I asked, wanting to make sure I didn’t misunderstand him.

“You know what I mean,” my uncle smiled. I realized he was quite drunk. My mind flashed back to what he said about the bj he got at college. My uncle stood up and faced me. I could see he was getting hard in his jeans. “What do you think?” I looked up at my uncle standing over me, so handsome and fit. A fatherly figure. Actually, my father’s brother. I was incredibly turned on.

I slid to my knees and my uncle moved in front of me. I rubbed the bulge in the front of his jeans and my uncle sighed. I reached for his belt but struggled to undo it, so he reached down and pulled it open for me. I undid the buttons on his fly, pulling the faded blue denim open to reveal white briefs. I leaned forward and pushed my face into them, kissing my uncle’s cock through the fabric. He groaned and reached down pulling his jeans down a bit, and then his briefs. His cock sprung free, rock hard.

My uncle had a really nice dick, relatively thick and veiny, maybe 7″, with a nice head. It looked really suckable. escort bursa His balls hung big and low, and I noticed then that my uncle shaved them. I could smell the sweat and musk from his balls, and I leaned down to tongue them, licking them gently.

My uncle groaned and his cock jumped, leaking a bit of precum. I worked on his balls a bit, licking and sucking them, then getting underneath them, licking the patch between his balls and ass. I ran my tongue on his pelvis, one side of his cock and then the other, and leaned back on my heels for a moment and then got my own cock out. As I did that I looked up at my uncle, who had his eyes closed in pleasure. He opened them and looked down at me, and asked if I was ok. I said “Oh yeah,” and he smiled at me.

“You know what to do then,” he said, putting his hands in his hips. My uncle’s cock stood straight out, pointing at my lips. I leaned forward and licked the length of his shaft up one side and then the other. His cock bounced as I reached the head each time, and my uncle sighed with pleasure. I teased the head of his cock with my tongue, which oozed precum for me to taste. It was a bit tangy. Finally I did what I think my uncle and I were both waiting for. I opened my mouth and took his cock inside, feeling it slide on my tongue as I went deeper and deeper, until it was pushing down the back of my throat.

I closed my lips, wrapping them around the base of my uncle’s rock hard cock. A groan escaped from his lips, and then I felt his hands on my head as his hips began to move gently, pushing deeper then sliding out, before skillfully pushing forward again, my uncle’s cock sliding down the back of my throat. That went on for a good couple of minutes, my uncle holding my head and slowly making love to my mouth, skillfully feeding me his hard cock while he sighed. I started to stroke my own dick, but I had to stop quickly or I would’ve cum. I wanted to savor each moment of this.

My uncle removed his hands from my head, and let me suck him for a bit, my head bobbing on his cock slowly then quicker, my hand moving up to play with his balls, then sliding on his cock along with my mouth. My uncle whimpered and told me to stop, explaining “I don’t want to cum yet.”

I came off his cock and told him to hold on for a moment. I ran to my room and grabbed my poppers, returning quickly to my knees in front of my uncle, who was stroking his cock to stay hard for me. “Poppers,” I said, showing him the bottle. “Want some?”

I took a deep inhale in each nostril and handed the bottle to my uncle. My head spun and I leaned forward to take my Uncle Will’s cock in my mouth. I was so horny, and I started to do my best work for him, twisting my head and taking him deep. I heard my uncle inhaling the poppers as I skillfully sucked his cock. As I went deep again my uncle groaned and grabbed my head, fucking my mouth and throat with a bit more force now that he was horny on poppers. “Yeah, take my dick,” he demanded, pushing deep in my throat and making me gag.

My uncle pulled out then, and looked at me. I was worried he wanted to stop. “Are you ok?” I asked.

“Fuck yes,” my uncle said. “I have an idea though. Come with me.”

I followed him to his room, where he Tod me to get on the bed. “Lie on your back,” he instructed. I did as he said and he grabbed me with his strong arms, pulling me to the edge of the bed so my head hung over. My uncle held up the poppers for me, which being upside down I awkwardly inhaled. He took two deep sniffs himself and then slid his cock in my mouth. I heard him groan again and he started to fuck my mouth again. With my head over the edge of his bed my throat was now wide open for him to use, and my uncle pushed deep with each thrust. I was loving it.

I could hear my uncle grunting and breathing deeply now, and I felt his hand grasp my hard cock and start to stroke me. I was getting close and reached over to push his hand away, but my uncle resisted, continuing to stroke me as I got closer. He knew what he was doing. Seconds later he pushed deep and groaned, shooting his load directly into my throat. I started to cum too, feeling a massive load shoot out of my own cock, thinking it must be going everywhere. It was so hot having my uncle unload directly down my throat, I didn’t even have to swallow, it was like he was seeding directly into my stomach.

As he finished, my uncle slid his cock out of my throat, pausing to let it soften in my mouth. I could taste the last bit of his cum on my tongue as he pulled out. He helped me up, and I could see my cum all over my stomach, chest, and on his cheek and in his hair. He smiled at me. “That was fucking incredible. Best blow job I ever had.”

“Really, Uncle Will?” I grinned, even though I knew he was telling the truth.

“Fuck. YES,” he grinned. “Thank you for that. Now, I need a shower,” he laughed. I nodded and left him to get cleaned up, returning to my room to do the same. I had never expected this journey to end up like this. And I still had a few days before I could meet my dad.

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