I was pretty sure Uncle Randy was avoiding me.
Since we had had our first night together, I didn't seem able to get him alone. He would spend a lot of time in his room, sleeping earlier than before. He also started looking for a job again. It was very frustrating to me. The more time passed, the more I wanted him. I would remember how black his pupils were when he looked at me, the way his cock had jerked against my throat as he splashed him cum inside me, and I would jerk myself until I couldn't cum anymore. And I knew he remembered it too.
Sometimes I would hear sounds from his room when I passed by, and I would instantly wonder whether or not he was touching himself, cumming while thinking of me. I felt robbed every time it happened. How dare he deny his lust for me? I needed him to submit to me, fully and completely. The need was overwhelming.
But I knew I would have a hard time of it. Uncle Randy would make absolutely any excuse in order to not be alone with me at this point. He ate his meals in his room, he spent his days out of the house looking for a job, and he locked his door when he went to bed at night.
The plan I eventually settled on was costly. I had to spend several weeks pulling double shifts at my shitty part time job, for one. By the time I had accumulated enough money, my classes had ended for the summer, which made things slightly easier.
April was Mom and Dad's anniversary in addition to being Dad's birth month. I knew that mom was itching to take a trip, and the double event was enough of an excuse to spend the money. Dad was set against it, partially because he didn't really like celebrating his birthday at all. That changed once I offered them a pair of plane tickets to San Francisco for a romantic weekend getaway. I waved off their protests, saying that they deserved it.
"Michael, you don't honestly think we can't see what you're doing, do you?" Dad looked at me sternly.
"What is that?" I asked innocently.
"Your father thinks you're going to throw a party." Mom rolled her eyes. She and I had always been close, and she was definitely the "cool" parent.
"So..." Dad started.
"Sooooo?" I said hopefully.
"We're going to ask your uncle to keep an eye on things around here while we are gone. Just to make sure you aren't getting yourself into trouble."
I made my face a mask of disappointment, while inside my stomach was leaping around. I felt giddy and nervous with the infinite possibilities that lay right before my eyes.
Mom and Dad went on their vacation the very next weekend. They didn't tell Uncle Randy until a few days before the trip. He only silently nodded his head, looking pale. Maybe he knew what I had in store. Or at least, he thought he did.
The further along my plan got, the more fun I was having. Sure, I had to spend a bunch of cash to get my parents out of the house, but the return was just too good to be true. Four entire days to seduce my uncle, completely without restraint.
The day my parents left, Uncle Randy didn't speak to me at all. We ate dinner in silence that night, tension weighing heavily between us. I didn't even taste my food, darting glances at Uncle Randy the entire time. Immediately after he was finished he went to his room, and I heard and audible click as he locked the door behind him. I giggled to myself. He thought a door could help him deny what he wanted.
I waited. I waited for what felt like forever. I knew that I needed an opportune time to get Uncle Randy in just the right way. He would reject any advances I did outright, so I needed to be clever. And so, I waited.
At 2 a.m. I sort of fell asleep. I had been downstairs watching t.v. for hours, trying to pass the time. I jerked awake, and I realized that I had succeeded in wasting another hour. It was time. The butterflies in my stomach reached a new height and became a swarm. They seemed to buzz, I seemed to buzz, as I got up, softly ascending the stairs. I passed Uncle Randy's door, listening for sounds. Nothing. He had gotten up at 6 a.m. this morning, after all. Besides, he had the door locked, something that I quickly confirmed.
What he didn't know was that I knew my father, and I knew where he kept the spare keys to the house. On that key ring was the key that would unlock Uncle Randy's door, and give me access. I passed Uncle Randy's room, quiet as a mouse as I entered my parents bedroom. Treading across the room, I opened the bottom drawer of my father's dresser. In the top right corner was a lock box. Inside was Dad's emergency fund, some important papers, and the key ring. I grabbed them and put the rest back.
As I approached Uncle Randy's door, I listened intently to any sound that may come from the room I was about to break into. I heard nothing, so I shakily entered the key into the lock. I turned it slowly, narrowly avoiding the sharp click at the end of the turn.
I opened the door very, very slowly. Now, I could hear the sounds of my uncle sleeping in his bed. The dim light of his t.v., blue from the video game input, was cast throughout the room. My uncle was laying in his bed, nude except his underwear. It made sense. It had been getting warm at night recently, and Dad refused to turn on the conditioner this early in the year, and Mom was a huge environmentalist. That is, until summer really arrived and brought its near hundred degree weather with it.
I approached slowly, having to adjust my eyes to the low light in the room. When I was standing next to my uncle's bed, I stopped and took off my clothes. I dropped my underwear, my cock already fully erect and standing out from my body. I eyed his bulge hungrily. I could see a faded patch in his boxers, slightly darker than the rest. He had already cum once tonight. Lust boiled in my gut as I thought about it.
Slowly, oh so slowly, I reached out my hand. I dipped my fingers under his waistband, feeling the elastic stretch as I pulled it down. I felt his coarse pubic hair brush my fingers as I pulled them down down down past his cock. It lay there between his legs, soft and gorgeous. I quickly checked that he was still asleep before I leaned forward. I ran my nose along the length of him, letting my hot breath fan out over his cock. I flattened my tongue and covered his cock as I ran it from root to tip. That got me a reaction. Uncle Randy's cock began fattening beneath my silky tongue as I worked him gently.
He was almost fully hard when I suddenly felt hands on my hair, ripping my head upwards. Uncle Randy looked at me with bleary, sleep filled eyes. He looked panicked and turned on.
"Michael! We can't. I'm your uncle." He said in a quiet whisper, almost as if we were still at risk of being discovered.
"Relax. Mom and Dad aren't here." I leaned forward, breathing on his ear. "Let me make you feel good, Uncle Randy." As I said that, I palmed at his cock, still hard beneath me, and he groaned. I kissed down his neck, his protests becoming less forceful as he slowly let his lust take over. He accidentally jerked into my hand and growled.
"I'll take that as an 'Okay'." I chucked. Then I pushed him onto his bed. He tried raising his torso back up but I held him down. Then, I swung my leg over his chest. He was face to face with my cock. He gasped slightly, and I took my shot. Holding the base of my cock, I put half of it in his mouth, to immediate effect.
First, Uncle Randy gagged as I moaned loudly. I felt his silky tongue jerking against the underside of my cock and it felt amazing. I looked at him through my spread thighs.
