Lying on his bed, Ty stared up at the shadows on the dark ceiling. The street lamps threw enough light into the room to highlight the contours of the boy's tight, slim, youthful form. He wore only a pair of running shorts over a pair of briefs, leaving much of his taut eighteen-year-old body open to the warm night air.
Ty was restless. Hormones coursed through him as he lay on top of his covers, thinking. After graduation, his Uncle Simon had invited his nephew Ty to stay with him for the summer, all the way across the country. Ty liked Uncle Simon. The 35 year old man and the teenager got along quite well. And Simon was pretty damn hot, too, Ty thought. In fact, the prospect of staying the entire summer was worrisome as well as exciting. Would the horny teen be able to retain his sanity while being so close to Uncle Simon for months? Tall and lean, friendly and kind, every aspect of Simon stirred within Ty a swirling emotional cocktail of affection and lust. At that moment, stretched out on his bed, Ty's mind was filled with the vision of his uncle's manly frame, open for exploration, right in the next room. The urge was irresistible. His teen cock was hard.
Having decided, Ty swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his heart beating madly with nervous elation. He stared down at his mounded-out little shorts. Simply imagining his plan was making him so horny. "Soon, little guy," he said to himself, giving his boner a squeeze. He stood and marched with determination to his uncle's bedroom, then quietly opened the door just wide enough for his wispy body to slip through.
And there was Uncle Simon, dozing, with no covers to hide him away from Ty's spying eyes. Ty crept closer, gazing at the fit man laid out before him. He thanked the heavens for whatever light streamed through the window, allowing him to see Uncle Simon's tall, lean, pleasantly defined shape. The young man glanced up at his uncle's face, checking for wakefulness. But Simon's eyes were shut, his lips slightly parted, and his chest rose and fell with the depth and slowness of sleep.
Ty dragged his eyes down along Uncle Simon's lithe, slender torso, absorbing the topography described by the dim highlights and deep shadows. The firm, slight mounds of his chest, lightly dusted with blond hair. The flat tummy, mildly muscled, with its line of fuzz driving down from the navel to the waistband of his underwear.
And then the most amazing sight so far: Uncle Simon's boxers tented severely, proudly proclaiming the presence of the engorged man-meat waiting just inside. Ty climbed up, ever so slowly, between Uncle Simon's long legs. He eventually reached his desired position, with Uncle Simon's athletic, fuzzy thighs on either side. The boxer shorts' front slit was stretched open by Simon's turgid pole. Ty gazed inside, ogling the thick, veiny shaft. He tugged the fabric slightly, allowing the man's massive meat to slip right through the hole.
And there was his prize. Uncle Simon's cock bobbed slightly, just stiff enough to stand up on its own. Ty seemed to have lost control of his reason as his hand made contact with the fat slab of meat. He traced his fingertips along the ridges and veins, studying every millimeter of the delightful new treat. And the organ was responding to Ty's touch. Right under his hand, Uncle Simon's tool grew harder and longer.
The boy leaned in closer and closer, so close that he could feel its heat on his lips. He paused only momentarily to consider that this was his own uncle, his blood relative. This was supposed to be wrong, disgusting even. He knew he shouldn't be gripping onto his own uncle's big boner, lusting after Uncle Simon's hot body.
But those taboos only seemed to make Ty's confined cock even harder. He pressed forward, dancing his tongue over the tumescence, reveling in this new forbidden intimacy. He was amazed that he was licking his own uncle's perfect man-cock. He closed his lips around the side, playing the hard tool like a harmonica, swooping up and down. Ty slipped up to the tip now, flicking his tongue around the ridge of the big purple plum and up the cleft to the cock slit. The tiny hole oozed sticky, warm pre-cum. Ty loved the taste, lapping it up like a thirsty dog.
