homoeroticwords: Uncle Eddie was my childhood hero. He lived lived out in Seattle and didn&rsq
homoeroticwords: Uncle Eddie was my childhood hero. He lived lived out in Seattle and didn’t get to Virginia that often to visit us but, when he did, boy did I get excited! It was just mom and me - my father was out of the picture before I was even born - so I always thought of Uncle Eddie as the Dad I never had. He was a construction worker and amateur bodybuilder, so he was thick in the chest and wide as a door frame. I was awestruck by his big muscles - the way his shoulders filled his shirt, his arms bursting through the short sleeves, his broad back tapering to the surprisingly narrow waist of the khaki work pants filled by his powerful thighs. He was ruggedly handsome, with crew cut hair and a face like one of the action figures I played with. He was like a superhero from one of the comics I used to read. To me, he was the biggest man in the world. My favorite thing was to ask him to “look like Superman”. He’d flash a smile, then he’d flex his biceps so they’d swell and inflate like bowling balls. Then he’d crouch down to let me feel the hard, pumped muscle that was as big as my six-year old head. “Up, up and away!” I’d squeal, then he’d circle my waist with his enormous hands so he could lift me over his head. “You’re flying, big guy!” All I knew was that one day I wanted to look just like him, be like him. When I was about twelve, things had changed - not so much with him, but with me. I was beginning to see him differently - like when we were in the living room watching TV. He’d be stretched out on the sofa in a pair of gray cut-off sweats and a t-shirt. I barely paid attention to whatever was on as I studied his body, taking in all of its mass. His arms were as huge as I remembered and his chest seemed even thicker, if that was possible. And his legs…his thighs looked like they could crush a watermelon and his calves seemed bigger than my thighs! I let my eyes wander to the lump in the middle of his shorts, mesmerized as he absent-mindedly adjusted himself. What had once been youthful awe was being replaced by something else and I tried to not to think about what that was…but my adolescent dick had other ideas. One morning, I was just out of the shower, towel wrapped around my waist, brushing my teeth at the sink. Uncle Eddie rushed into the bathroom. “Sorry, big guy, but I gotta go…” Out of the corner of my eye I watched as he lowered the waist of his gym shorts and took out his penis, his big ball sac drooping over the elastic. I hadn’t seen many, but I instinctively knew that the thick tube in my uncle’s hand was larger than most. He really is a superman, I thought. When he shook himself dry, the heavy shaft flopped up and down releasing the last few drops of piss from the oversized head,. “Thanks, big guy,” he said as he tucked himself back into his shorts. “I’ll let you finish up in here.” He closed the door and he was gone. I stood there for a while as the image of my uncle’s cock danced in my head. I looked down and the tip of my own boyish organ was throbbing and a little sticky. Without thinking, I reached down and stroked myself until my legs tensed, knees buckled and I felt the surge of my first orgasm sweep over me - the first of many to be inspired by the thought of my uncle and his huge dick. Seven years after my awakening in the bathroom, Uncle Eddie came for another visit. He was as ruggedly handsome as always, and his thickset frame was solid as ever - at least 230 pounds and almost as muscular now as he had been when I was a boy, but with a just little more padding. Now that I was older, the larger than life figure that i idolized as a child no longer existed….and I was no longer a kid. My body had developed considerably. A combination of swimming (I’d been on my high school team) and weights had rewarded me with a more than decent jock build. Nice wide shoulders, tightly muscled pecs, flat stomach and long shapely legs. I had a compact round ass that was Speedo-ready and I was quite pleased with the natural development that had taken place between my legs. While it wasn’t in the same league as Uncle Eddie’s, I definitely noticed some of my teammates checking me out in the locker room. Uncle Eddie had noticed the changes in my body and commented, “You’re certainly not a kid anymore, are you big guy?” “No, Uncle Eddie, I’m not…but I’ve still got a ways to go before I catch up with you. Not that I could ever have a body like yours.” “Ha! Don’t be so sure …you look great kiddo. Whaddya say we get in a workout or two while I’m here? I can let you in on some of my secrets, and I might even learn a thing or two from you.” “I don’t know about that, but sure.” At the gym I was worried about keeping my dick in check, especially with my uncle’s sweaty body and big bulge in such close proximity. He really pushed me and our workout was so intense, I barely had time to get turned on but by the time we hit the locker room, it was another story. As we undressed, I looked straight ahead so as not to become aroused. Still, I could smell the sweet, salty scent of my uncle’s sweat, and when his powerful arm inadvertently brushed against mine as he pulled down his shorts, I felt my bare nipples stiffen. I looked down at the damp pile of clothes on the floor and as I admired my uncles bulging calves, he lifted large feet, one at a time, and let his jockstrap fall to the floor where it landed on top of one of the sneakers. Did I just hear the sound of my uncle’s huge prick slap against his thigh as it was being released from the damp pouch? No, I told myself, don’t look. “I’m gonna hit the showers,” he said, towel around his waist, snapping me out of my daze. “You coming?” Not if I can help it, I thought. “Yeah,” I said. I followed my uncle into the showers and marveled at the width of his shoulders and the rippling muscles in my massive back. The heavy weight his meaty ass shifted back and forth under the towel, I felt my cock stirring. We were alone in the communal showers and I wanted to turn on the cold water to keep my dick down. As the water sprayed our bodies I was trying to think of just about anything but the hulking figure next to me, but that became harder to do. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Uncle Eddie squeezing his beefy pecs together as he soaped them up and my eyes followed my uncle’s hands as they worked their way down to caress his guy, swirling around the navel and below. I bit my lip. He knew where those large hands were headed and my eyes followed them lower still to the base of my uncle’s flaccid penis…just as I remembered it. Relaxed, it must have measured at least seven inches in length. Uncle Eddie began to tenderly rub his thick meat. “You know, Brett, you’ve gotten pretty big since I last saw you”, he said with a pause. “All over.” “Thanks,” I said, “coming from you, that”s quite a complement…” My cock begin to respond and I hoped my uncle wouldn’t notice. “Yeah…you look real good, Brett…”, his words trailed off, like he wanted to say something else, but he didn’t. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing… or seeing. Uncle Eddie looked me directly in the eye and then looked down, clearly focusing on my stiff, young cock that was growing by the second and pointing straight ahead. I was embarrassed…and aroused. What if my mom found out? I should get out of here before things go any further, I thought. But my legs wouldn’t move. In spite of myself, my eyes were drawn to what rested in my uncle’s hand. The object of my adolescent fantasies was coming to glorious life. Uncle Eddie stroked it lovingly, letting his thumb and forefinger circle the thick shaft, and slide slowly up to the juicy, mushroom head. I’d never seen it hard before and it’s dimensions when aroused, surpassed anything in my fantasies. There, in the steamy heat of the showers, the two us slowly stroked our bloated pricks. We didn’t touch one another, nor speak a word. The only sound was that of hot water splashing against the tiled floor, washing away the product of our unspoken, unfulfilled lust. -- source link