All day Saturday I couldn't sit still. I was beyond excited to hang out with my uncle. Growing up with sisters, it was nice to have a bro to chill with, even if it was my dad's brother.
I knew not to wear anything clean. My uncle would be pissed if I showed up wearing washed clothes. From the bottom of my hamper, I snagged a dirty pair of boxer briefs I had used as a cum rag a few times this week, when I made my throbbing, hairy cock jizz before bed. I picked up two rank Nike socks from my floor that I had dropped there after the gym. Before sliding them onto my size 12 feet, I crumpled them to my nose and huffed. ABSOLUTELY RANK with sweaty foot smell. Just how I liked it, and how I knew my uncle would too. I threw on a black tank top and Levi jeans and reached for the Nike high tops laying on the floor, smelling the socks on my feet as I leaned for them. My bulge expanded at the scent.
I took a look at myself in the mirror: twenty-eight, hairy, smelly, muscular and ready for a night with his uncle. I eyed the deodorant on my dresser and scoffed at it. Instead, I lifted both my arms in the reflection and assessed the black armpit hair sprawling out from beneath my arms. I love that I had gone through puberty to become a man, with a forest of dark hair in my pits to show off. I tilted my nose to each side and inhaled. Insane BO. Excellent! I was on day ten of no deodorant.
Happy with my stench and masculinity, I looked back in the mirror and grabbed my penis, squeezing him. I started getting an erection and smiled at myself. I was ready.
I stomped down the stairs to the kitchen. My parents were there and turned to look at me parading down the steps.
My dad peered over a newspaper, sitting at the table. "Heading out, Pat?" My mom was at the fridge.
Uncle Kevin's words echoed in my head.
Let's keep this between us. An uncle and nephew thing.
"Yeah. Scott's having us over for the Mets game."
"Oh, that's so nice of him! Do you want to take some food to bring over?" My mom was always trying to feed everyone.
"No, that's okay. We're just gonna order some pizzas."
"Alright we'll have fun! Be safe!"
"I will," I said as I reached for my keys hanging on the wall beside my mom. I walked over to where my keys were hanging beside the refrigerator.
Her nose crinkled, my messy pit of dirty hair opening wide. "Ugh, Pat! But some deodorant on! You smell!"
I took a whiff, mostly just to smell my BO again, but played it off. "I'm fine! Your nose is too sensitive." I lied. There was an extremely obvious smell of body odor.
"Honestly, honey, your friends are going to make fun of you!"
"Mom, they're guys. I smell fine." Again, I knew I smelled foul. But even if I was going to Scott's, the boys wouldn't have given a fuck. Even if they did, I loved getting comments about how rank I was anyways. It boned me. I knew Uncle Kevin would love it even more than Scott and the guys though.
"Leave him alone, hon," my dad called from behind the newspaper.
"Alright," she shrugged. "Well, have fun, Patrick. No drinking and driving!"
"I won't."
10 minutes later, my car pulled up to my uncle's apartment. My heart banged against my ribs the entire time I walked to his unit. I stopped at the door, exhaled, and knocked. I heard movement inside. A moment later, my Uncle Kevin opened the door wearing nothing but a pair of black Nike gym shorts and Timberland boots. The boots were untied and hanging loose at his ankles. I could see the crew cut white socks he was wearing, clasping his large, hairy legs, rising slightly above the lip of his Tims. He was shirtless. I noticed his nipples were slightly hard as I followed the thin path of hair from between his furry pecks down to the top of his gym shorts. His white Calvin Klein underwear sat slightly higher than the waistband. What I would give to take them off him and smell them! My uncle's musky, cock-stench underwear.
"Look who's here!" He threw himself at me, wrapping his muskiness around my torso. "How've you been man?"
"I'm good! What's up?" I felt his dick press against mine.
"Not much, Patty. Just waiting for your sorry ass to get here already." He stopped suddenly and looked at me. "Fuck. Is that you?"
I smirked at him. "You know it is. Ten days."
"TEN!? No deodorant at all? Fuck. Shit is vile." He smirked at me and glanced around quickly. "Lift up an arm. Let your uncle get his face in there quick."
Coming out of the gate hot. He was definitely horny. "Absolutely!" I lifted my arm up, exposing my hairy-as-fuck armpit for him. A fully developed man's armpit. My BO wafted out. Then, right there on the threshold of his apartment, my uncle leaned in and put his nose into his 28-year-old nephew's rank pit. I watched as my long armpit hair wiggled into his nostrils as he inhaled my mature smell.
"OH FUCK! Alright, hurry up and get inside." I saw him adjust his growing cock.
I stepped into his apartment and was immediately met by the smell of a bachelor pad. It reeked of sweaty socks, cologne, stale beer, his hairy ball sack, and a bit of pancake batter which definitely was the smell of sperm. For a moment I thought I caught the faint smell of weed too. I casually inhaled large breaths through my nose.
"Look what you did," he said to me, closing the door behind him. He was looking at his erection, bobbing in his shorts.
"Oh fuck, uncle Kev." I could make out the head of his dick, large and round, bouncing between his masculine legs. I didn't hesitate. I reached for it and grabbed my uncle's cock through his shorts. It felt thick. His penis still had some squishiness to it, but I could tell he was getting more erect in my hand. He had a semi. I squeezed his cock more, coaxing him to keep growing harder.
"Jesus. Alright. Slow down there, killer. I can't cum this quick." I laughed, excited to know he was planning to cum at some point tonight. "Can I get you a beer? Game's about to start in a few minutes." He had to change the subject. His flat screen to the left flashed Sports Network's pregame coverage.
"Sure, what do you have?" I followed behind him, watching his muscular back flex as he strutted in front of me to the kitchen.
"Heineken, Coors or Budweiser." We looped into his kitchen. His ass looked large and jiggly in his shorts, and I was happy to see he still had a tent between his legs when he turned to open the fridge. He was unashamed and didn't hide the triangle of fabric being pushed out by the male appendage between his thighs.
"Gimme a Bud Heavy."
"Fuck yeah. That's what I like to hear." He reached in, pulling two brown, glass bottles out. After he popped the caps off, he handed me one. "Cheers to the next level of our uncle and nephew relationship." He winked.
"Cheers!" I smiled back.
We followed each other back into the living room. He plopped himself onto the couch, his now flaccid cock bouncing against the fabric when he did. I sat in the recliner, both of us angled towards the T.V., but still somewhat facing each other. We sat back and took a swig of our beers. I couldn't help admiring the size of his hairy calves, pressed again the base of the couch, and the way his stomach looked without a shirt on. My uncle Kevin had always been an avid lifter and his current work in construction helped sculpt his body. His shoulders were wide and rounded, reaching around to connect with his bicep and triceps. The muscles in his forearms flexed each time he brought the beer bottle to his lips.
I watched as he reached a hand back, leisurely grabbing the top of the sofa. He was finally showing off to me, exposing his own overgrowth of manly armpit hair. My mouth watered, wanting to get in there and taste his sweat and smell his pheromones.
