fergie-boy-in-the-family: TWO FAGS FOR SPARKY GUS - THE ALPHA UNCLE You can’t imagine how
fergie-boy-in-the-family: TWO FAGS FOR SPARKY GUS - THE ALPHA UNCLE You can’t imagine how excited I felt as I approached the building where Rory was working. I was like a kid at Christmas, all excited, full of expectation but not sure what was in store. Naturally I had brought my own sandwiches, as well as the food he had ordered, hoping that Rory would invite me to stay and eat with him. We were brothers, and had a lot to catch up on. And then there was the innuendo, and that ‘I thought as much’ reaction when he’d checked out my embarrassing crotch. Could it be that Rory wanted to do more than catch up? I’d been thinking about little else since our earlier encounter, and had spent most of the morning with a bone in my pants, which had proved a tad awkward to say the least – thank God I was wearing baggy jeans and an over-sized tee-shirt that covered the sin, otherwise I would have been ridiculed and thrown off the site. I was still at a distance from the shell of a house when I noticed a figure appear in a gap where a glass window would eventually be installed. Even though I couldn’t see him all that clearly, I knew straight away that it wasn’t Rory. The clothing was different for one thing. I could make out a blue shirt without any sleeves. There might have been buttons but they weren’t being used, it hung fully open from a pair of impressively broad shoulders, revealing a butch meaty chest that was covered by a trim mat of brown hair, and a flat ripped stomach that hadn’t been distended by too many pints of beer. No, this wasn’t Rory, a lad still in his teens! This was a man, rugged and mature. And with my analytical mind doing its thing, I deduced that this was the sparky. Suddenly my heart was galloping. Even from a distance, I could tell he was a hunk – so different from all the other workers I had met, and the stuff of construction site gay fantasy. Could this be the perk that Rory had referred to? If so, then that meant my brother was definitely a queer. Very good news if I was reading it right, but now a new question raged in my mind: did my brother prefer butch older men to youths his own age? Would he sooner part his cheeks for some horny big stud and have his ass pounded to the point of destruction, rather than climb on top of someone boyish like me and pop his younger brother’s teenage cherry? Now there’s a thing! During my morning incestuous fantasising, I had assumed that my brother would be the dominant one if we actually were to have sex. It made sense. He was older, manlier, and probably more experienced after a year in Edinburgh, so it was inconceivable it would be the other way round. And that’s what felt right: for him to be the top. It never occurred to me that he might look for something else – for me to mount him and lose my virginity at the front by slipping my cock into his incredible ass. Not that I would say no. I’d leap at the chance. But I’d still want him to fuck me afterwards and assert the natural order of things. Natural order! Most folk would say it’s disgusting and totally unnatural for brothers to have sex with each other, but it didn’t strike me as a problem. If anything it would be the perfect scenario. Never having been with a man, I was nervous about sex, and dreaded being viewed as useless because of my lack of experience. Rory would understand, having been similar to me while at school, and being my brother, he would be a lot more tolerant, or so I assumed. I reckoned he would be perfect as a first time partner, gentle and considerate, experienced enough to know what he was doing, but young enough to appreciate how I was feeling. There was a whole bundle of stuff that I was anxious about: would I be any good at sucking a cock, or a pathetic disappointment; would it hurt too much taking it up the butt, and not enjoyable as a result; would sex in general measure up to all my masturbatory fantasies, or would I be left wondering what all the fuss was about. I had got it in my mind that my brother Rory might see me through the initiation. Now it would appear I wasn’t his type. He preferred big rugged hunks like the sparky! Okay, so that was a lot of deduction from catching sight of a man – half of a man to be more precise as I could only see him from the waist up. But from what I was checking out, I could understand the attraction – there could be no denying that he looked a sensation: scary to a shy insecure young virgin like me, but decidedly lush in a butch manly sort of way. Disappointed that my hopes might have gone up in smoke, nervous yet curious, anxious but excited – it was with a mixed bag of emotions I ventured forward, a bag of food and drink in my hand. With each shaky step I took, I could see the sparky clearer. He wasn’t wearing a hard hat, so his head was unobstructed, and I had to admit it looked disturbingly attractive: light brown hair, short and slightly wavy; a similar coloured stubble covering a strong looking chin; fleshy nose and sneering lips; a look of disdain in his hazel eyes. It was the face of a man in his mid-thirties – closer to my Dad’s age than mine, but still incredibly fine. The chest looked magnificent, so butch and manly, two slabs of lean beef covered in short brown fur. His arms were pretty tasty with plenty of muscle - I almost swooned when I saw a bicep flex as he reached into his breast pocket for a pack of cigarettes. The sparky sparked up and drew on the fag deeply, filling his lungs with nicotine laced smoke before blowing it out in a long slow puff. I was getting nearer, and something was niggling. Then suddenly I paused as recognition struck. It had been many years since I’d seen him, but now I realised what the surprise was. The man I was looking at, and lusting over, was Dad’s younger brother, my Uncle Gus! With my heart now racing ten to the dozen, I watched as I walked forward again, stealing glances, not blatantly staring. My uncle took another drag on his fag as I got within ten yards of the building, approaching the window he stood behind and not the gap for a door that was off to the side – well he was a bit of a magnet, so it was hardly a surprise my steel capped boots took me in that direction. Then flicking my eyes up to his magnificence, he stopped me in my tracks. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t little Archie all grown up,” he said in a deep gruff voice, a bellow of smoke coming my way along with the statement. “Hello, Uncle Gus. I didn’t realise you were back in Scotland,” I said, trying not to stare at his hairy chest, although his rugged face was equally alluring. “That’s because your dad doesn’t know, and I’d prefer to keep it that way. Nobody at the site knows I’m his brother, so keep your big trap shut on the matter… What’s that you’re carrying?” “It’s the lunch that Rory ordered,” I stammered, raising the bag to underline the fact. “Is he around?” “He’s busy,” my uncle answered, offering nothing more in the way of explanation – economy of words seemingly the norm on building sites. I stood there wondering what to say or do next. I had his lunch in the bag, and some change in my pocket. Adrenalin and testosterone were playing havoc in my system, bloating my cock and making the knob tingle. Even from a distance I could smell Uncle Gus’s musky odour, raw masculinity that almost bowled me over. Rory was cute, and arguably more handsome, but for snarling incestuous attraction he didn’t hold a candle to this mature rugged uncle. I knew I should do something, perhaps ask if he wanted me to bring the food in or pass it to him through the window. But I just stood there silently gawping, struck dumb by his intimidating masculine splendour. Seemingly indifferent to my consternation, Uncle Gus’s right hand appeared from behind the wall, where I realised it had been resting on something. Idiot that I was, I never twigged what! Anyway, the hand came up to stroke his grizzled chin, and he tilted his head in consideration. “So I take it you’re the new gofer?” my uncle said. “Erm… Yeah,” I offered, stunned that my mouth was capable of forming an answer. “Your brother Rory was a good gofer – very helpful. That’s why I asked for him whilst my buddy’s away,” Uncle Gus informed me. Then he looked me over like I was a piece of livestock he was thinking of buying. Another drag on his cigarette was taken as he did so, to be held in his lungs for a moment before he blew out another long plume of smoke in my direction. The half-finished cigarette was examined, then with a chuckle and a cough Uncle Gus stubbed it out and flicked it away. “Bad habit, but I enjoy the odd fag at work, especially at this time of day… although I’m thinking that two fags during lunchtime would be better.” Having said this, a grin hit my uncle’s hard rugged features. It didn’t soften the look, just made him all the more scary, and all the more sexy. “So what about you, Archie?” he asked. “Are you going to be helpful like Rory was… and still is I might add?” “Well, erm… I’ll… I’ll try,” I stammered, not quite sure what he meant. Uncle Gus grunted and threw me such a filthy grin it put my brother’s earlier efforts to shame. “That’s good. Rory reckoned that you’d probably want to help, and I have to say, I’m inclined to let you… for a try out at least.” “What do you mean?” He chortled. “I mean it’s time to eat… Rory’s already started, but then he’s a right greedy pig… So are you joining us for the family feast?” LOL! Still I didn’t twig! He was staring at me, almost devouring me with his predatory look. I had no idea what was being suggested – lunch was the obvious thing, and perhaps it would feature, but somehow I suspected something else. But I didn’t twig what! Hard to believe, but that’s naive virginity for you. I was wary of my uncle, yet found him so attractive, and he said that Rory would be there as well, which sort of lessened the threat. Alarm bells were ringing – this could be a trap to expose me as queer. But like the Siren’s song, it was too alluring to resist, so I warily nodded my head in agreement. “All right… I’ll join you.” Gus smiled a smile that would look good on a shark circling its dinner, and followed me with his predatory eyes as I moved towards the gap in the wall that served as the front door. It was my decision, or at least I thought so. But now, looking back, I’m not so sure. THE ALPHA UNCLE is newly released and available at SMASHWORDS The KEEPING IT IN THE FAMILY series is unashamedly about incest. The books have been banned from most retailers, but they can still be found on Smashwords. Click on the title or image/GIF to go to the Fergie Boy website for links. Or use this one to go direct to SMASHWORDS Family -- source link
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