Editor's note: this story contains erotic incest scenes between two adult men.
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Whenever mom and dad decided to head up the mountains to gamble in Reno, they usually left my sister with the neighbors and their daughters, and drove me up to my Uncle Jerry's place to stay. It was about 20 miles up the hill from home and on their way, so it was convenient, but I also liked staying with him. Uncle Jerry was my uncle from my mom's side of the family, someone I had grown up with and who always treated me like I was special.
Uncle Jerry was a little younger than my parents. Sure, he was an adult, but he was still enough of a kid to make me feel like I fit in with him, which helped to foster the closeness I felt with him; a near-perfect mix between paternal figure and pal.
It was hard not to like Uncle Jerry. He was tall and stout, with a mop of curly blond hair and the most infectious laugh. He was quick with the jokes, and generous with horseplay and hugs, even as I grew into my teens. His hands and arms were huge, but always gentle. He rode a motorcycle whenever the weather was good and, despite my mom's protests, eventually taught me how to ride.
I really liked staying at my Uncle Jerry's place, a nice little one-bedroom apartment. Throughout the years it was always a "man's place", without frilly curtains or bedspreads, or tablecloths and lace doilies. He'd order pizza to be delivered, and we'd play some silly board games or watch old movies for what seemed like all night. When I was younger, when it was time for bed, Uncle Jerry always let me sleep in his bed while he would take the couch for the night. As I got older the order switched and I camped out on the couch.
Later, even though I was in my late teens, I'd go over to his place and visit with him because I really liked his company. And being a teenager, like nearly every teenager out there, there would be conflicts with my parents that required stomping out of the house in anger. I could talk to him about anything; cars, girls, restrictive parents... whatever. I would drive over to my Uncle Jerry's and he'd listen and offer advice and usually let me crash there.
One late night I needed a place to crash since I was really too beat to make the drive home safely. It was too cold to just nap in my car and although it was close to midnight I was sure that even if I ended up waking Uncle Jerry he'd be cool with it. I parked my car and trudged up the steps to his apartment and knocked on the door.
It was a few moments before Uncle Jerry got to the door. He cautiously opened it a crack and peered, then opened it fully once he recognized it was me. He had on a pair of hastily thrown-on jeans and seemed surprised to see me and looked as though I had woke him, but he still managed to give me his familiar smile.
"What's up, Digger?" he asked, still calling me by my boyhood nickname long after everyone else forgot it.
"Hey, Uncle," I said. "Sorry for dropping by on you like this, but I'm just wiped out and need someplace to crash for the night. I don't wanna drive home when I'm this pooped and there's a chance of ice and snow."
"Smart thinking," he replied, followed with a yawn. "'Cept Cary's on the couch for much the same reason."
"Oh. Well, I can just crash on the floor, if you don't mind," I said.
"Floor's gonna be as cold as outside," he said. "Now come in here 'cuz I'm freezing standing here with the door open."
I stepped inside as Uncle Jerry closed the door behind me. I could hear his long-time friend, Cary, snoring loudly on the couch.
"Even if I let you sleep on the floor you wouldn't get much sleep," Uncle Jerry whispered. "You can bunk with me if you don't mind sleeping with an old guy."
"That's no problem with me," I replied, happy that he couldn't see the excitement on my face.
"Well, then," he said through a yawn, "let's hit the sack."
My sudden excitement stemmed from two prior experiences I had with my uncle in the last year. In both of those instances I had to share his bed with him for much the same reason as tonight offered, the first time was after I was given a little beer to drink on my 18th birthday party. The second time couldn't come soon enough.
My Uncle Jerry slept naked (as did I) and in both of those previously mentioned instances my uncle rolled over behind me in the middle of the night and cuddled up behind me in a spooning fashion with one of his big bear arms thrown around me.
I didn't mind it at all because it carried me back to those childhood-like feelings where I felt all warm and safe in his embrace and I loved the warmth of our bare skin together and would drift off to sleep almost immediately. But on both of those nights something happened that I really enjoyed. The first time it happened was a shock, but the second time was welcomed. Maybe a third time was in my immediate future...
The couple times while my uncle was all snuggled up behind me and snoring softly he got an erection that would inevitably poke at me between my thighs and wake me. I know that all men get many erections through the night; I've woken up many times during the night to find my own dick rock-hard enough to require a quick jacking off before I could get back to sleep myself. So once I got past the initial surprise that my uncle's hard-on was jabbing at me I decided to accommodate him.
I opened my thighs slowly enough to just let his rigid tool slip between them, and then I would just as slowly let my thighs come together again and hold his erection there. Now, I know that was a skinny guy, but even then my uncle's erect penis was long enough for the head and almost 2 inches of his thick shaft to poke out past my leg. He had to be at least 8 inches long, maybe more.
The feel of his hot member between my thighs pressing hard against me and cradling my scrotum and balls would immediately give me a hard-on, too. Now, at this point in my life I had accepted that I was pretty much bi, what with having had some oral experiences with a few guys from school. Oh, how I wished that I could just have turned around and gone down on my uncle and his big man-prick! But, there was no way that I could have even tried; this big, burly man was family. On top of that, I wasn't sure how he'd accept me once I opened up and expressed my desires for men, much less my hunger for him. So instead I just lay quietly and reveled in the warmth and feel of his hot cock between my younger thighs.
Eventually he slipped from between my legs but when he got hard a second time that night and I carefully repeated the process of spreading my thighs to let him slip in again, he followed with an easy rocking motion, literally thrusting his meat tenderly back and forth between my thighs in a fucking motion. I froze in shock, not knowing what to think. I guess something about the rigidity in my body language caused Uncle Jerry to halt his fucking motions and he withdrew his dick from my legs and rolled over.