A beam of sunshine filtered through the curtains in my room, hitting my eye and waking me. I rolled over, my head pounding from a previous night's heavy drinking. That's when I remembered.
I'm staying at my uncle's place, the uncle I've not seen for decades and who I never really knew. The uncle who was letting me stay with him while I tracked down my dad, his brother. The uncle I got drunk with late night and then gave a blow job... That needed to sink in. My straight uncle who I got drunk with and then sucked off.
I wondered what he must be thinking at the moment. Is he angry with me? Surely not, he might be straight but he led things as much as I had. Is he filled with remorse? That was a more plausible prospect. I replayed the evening in my head. He had said he fooled around a bit during drunken frat days, but he never specified what. I tried to think but all I could remember was my uncle's hot cock. I started to get hard thinking about it. About him standing over me...
I couldn't help it, my hand moved down my stomach to the waistband of my briefs, sliding my fingers under the elastic and touching my stiffening cock. The slight stimulation of my fingers was enough to get me fully hard, and I started to gently stroke myself. My mind recalled my uncle, standing in front of me, feeding me his cock. I pulled my hand out of my briefs, spat into it, and went back to stroking. Thinking about what we did last night made me incredibly horny, and I was surprized how quickly I was close to cumming. I gave into it, breathing quickly and feeling my hips push forward as I got closer to shooting my load. I imagined my uncle's face last night as he was about to cum and felt the first spurt of my own load shooting into my underwear as I imagined his face as he emptied his load into my mouth. My body tensed as I came, then relaxed with the last shot of jizz.
I lay on my bed, breathing deeply and feeling relaxed, then pulled my sticky hand out of my underwear and wiped in on some tissue. My head thobbed again from the hangover. As much as I was worried to face my uncle, I had to go find some aspirin for this headache. I glanced at the clock. 'Shit,' I thought. 'It's 12:45.'
I got up and traded my cum filled underwear for a pair of shorts, and ventured out of my room and down the hall, hoping I wouldn't run into my uncle. Bad luck. I could hear him in the kitchen as I approached. It was no good, I'd have to face him sometime so it might as well be now. I summoned my courage and walked in.
"Good afternoon," I said with uncertainty. My Uncle Will had his hands in the sink. Unlike me, who was standing there in yesterday's t-shirt and some old shorts, my uncle was dressed for the day. He was wearing faded Levis and red polo shirt. I couldn't help but check out his nice ass. He turned to face me.
"Hey Tom" he grinned at me. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah, but I've got the worst hangover today," I said. "You don't have anything I can take do you?"
My uncle opened the cupboard over the sink and pulled out a bottle of painkillers. "Catch," he said, tossing it over to me. He walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle with blue liquid in it, setting it on the table next to me. "Sports drink. It'll help replace the missing electrolytes that give you a hangover," he explained.
I thanked him, popped some painkillers and took a long drink from the bottle, looking my uncle over again as I did. He really was hot. A short beard and slightly shaggy hair, both a deep gingery-brown with the tiny hint of grey at the temples. He was easily over six feet tall and he was fit looking. Definitely a hot "daddy type". I couldn't believe we fooled around. I wondered what was going through his head about yesterday.
If he was thinking something, he didn't let on. He leaned against the kitchen counter, hands halfway in the pockets of his jeans. "Are you hungry?" he asked. "I'm afraid I've had my lunch already." I shook my head.
"No. I can't face eating just yet," I said, nursing the bottle of sports drink. My uncle gave me an understanding smile.
"What's your plans for the day then?" he asked. "I'm off work today and plan to do fucking nothing," he laughed.
"Well, I want to go shopping and explore the city a bit," I said. "But maybe I should just hang out here with you." I smiled at my uncle. I really did want to spend time with him. And not just because I was attracted to him.
My uncle grinned, "Yeah, I'd like that Tom. Maybe I'll go to the store and get some beers and food?"
"Great, I said. "I'll take my shower while you're gone."
All during my shower all I could think about was what happened last night, and all the questions I had. 'Is he doing this because of what happened last night? Or despite it? Did he enjoy it? Does he want it again? Would he do it again?' I was starting to get horny thinking of the possibility of sucking his cock again so I tried to focus on what I was going to wear instead. Suddenly it felt like it made a difference.
I slid on a tight pair of white briefs that I felt accentuated my ass, then slid on a comfortable pair of tight black jeans. I tried on several shirts until I settled for a white t-shirt. I styled my hair and then went back to the bathroom to floss and use some mouthwash. Finally, I gave myself a squirt of cologne and headed onto the living room.
My uncle wasn't back yet, so I searched his vinyl for a good album to play. I settled on an old Issac Hayes album. Just as the needle slid into a groove I heard the door open. My uncle smiled as he walked in. "Hot Buttered Soul", he said, naming the album I chose within the first few notes.
"That's right," I grinned at him. "You're good."
"In more ways than one." he laughed, putting his shopping bag on the counter. I felt warmth spread through my body and settle in my crotch. I found my uncle more attractive than ever just now. I felt a small twang of guilt perving over my own uncle but it passed as he smiled at me.
"Beer?" he said, holding up a bottle. I nodded and he popped off the cap, grabbing one for himself and coming to sit next to me on the sofa. We clinked bottles and said 'Cheers'.
"So you like soul music too?" my uncle asked.
"Yeah. I like most types really," I answered, taking a big drink from the bottle. Having my Uncle Will so close to me was making me all hot and bothered. My uncle clearly noticed.
"Hey, are you ok Tom?" he smiled very cooly, taking a drink from his bottle. He was almost cocky about it, but he wasn't annoying in the way he did it, it was pure sex appeal.
"Yeah," I answered, and took another gulp of beer. "Why do you ask?"
"Because you seem really nervous. And you're drinking that beer like you're dying of thirst," he smiled. My uncle was right, my bottle was nearly empty. "Let me get you another," he said, getting up for another bottle then returning to his seat next to mine.
I thanked him and we sat in silence for a moment, listening to the music. My uncle spoke up then. "Something on your mind?" he asked. It was like he knew everything going through my head.
I looked at him. "Yeah," I said nervously. "Are you, uh, ok after yesterday?" As soon as I got the words out I felt relived, then scared at how he might answer.