Friday night came quicker than I expected. I walked into the restaurant and the hostess led me to a table in back. My parents and sisters were there, along with my two uncles, my aunt, grandmother, and three cousins. "Hey, look who it is!" they all cheered as I approached.
I gave everyone a hug, asking how they were before finally getting to my dad. "Happy Birthday, dad!" I pulled a card from my back pocket and handed it to him.
"Aw thanks buddy. Glad you're here." I could see my mom smiling as I took a seat.
Halfway through dinner, and a few Sam Adams later, eventually I had to take a piss. "I'll be right back!" I got up from the table to head to the bathroom.
"Hey, hold up Patrick!" It was my uncle Kevin. He leaned into the table as he stood up, "When I get back, I'll tell you about the camping trip I took with the guys last summer. It's a really funny story, but Brendan is still upset about it."
"Hurry back," my grandmother shouted at us.
My uncle Kevin was 42 and still a bachelor. Always had been and always will be until the right woman came along. He was looking for the type of woman who would have rather played on the football team as a girl, who knew how to shoot a running target, and who flaunted sex appeal despite her slightly masculine hobbies. Obviously, he hadn't found her yet, but I knew he would one day. He was a really handsome guy: relatively thick build, athletic. He was the type of uncle to go a few rounds of one-on-one basketball with you but would later complain about how achy he was and how old he was getting, regardless of the fact he just kicked your ass. He rocked the 'I'm lazy but look good doing it' look and was never without 5 o'clock shadow.
As he walked towards me, I noticed his casual demeanor and his borderline saunter. Jeans, work boots, blue t-shirt and a backwards baseball cap. I hadn't seen the logo, but I was guessing Dodgers. He walked up to me and put his arm around my neck. His arm was large, and I could feel his forearm hair brushing the back of my neck.
"How are you, man? I've been catching up with everyone at the table and haven't been able to talk to my favorite nephew at all and find out how you've been." I could smell a few beers on his breath, mixed with a subtle scent of his musk. It smelled like car grease, metallic tools, and wood.
"I've been good uncle Kev. Work, bills, and life in general, you know."
He laughed, "Oh that I do, young padwon. Doesn't it blow?" He pushed the bathroom door open, and I followed in. "How old are you now," he asked, turning to me.
"I'll be 26 in a few weeks."
"Fuck man! You're getting old. Which means your uncle is getting up there. I could still land more babes than you though for sure!" He slapped my back jokingly.
"No fucking way! You'd be lucky to get that old lady's pussy out there sitting a table over from us."
He raised an eyebrow. "Who knew my nephew had such a potty mouth on him. Atta boy!" He smiled at me, and I felt a waved of pride. Being a guy with my uncle, talking about cunt, turned me on.
We stepped up to urinals beside each other.
"I love beer, but it makes me have to piss like a fucking racehorse," he confessed.
"Yeah, and once the seal is broken, you're doomed for the night," I said.
"Yeah, for sure!"
I eyed him as he leaned forward and spit into the porcelain urinal, the shape of his jaw jutting through his stubble when he pursed his lips. Then I heard the hum of his zipper as he pulled it down.
I followed suit and pulled mine down, sticking my hand inside to fish for my cock. The sudden stillness of the atmosphere made me a bit uneasy, with just the noise of us men reaching for our dicks. I grabbed the fat penis between my legs and pulled him out. I let my balls fall out too, the smell of my testicles wafting up to me.
Before I started taking a leak, I admired my manhood. I was relatively thick and every month it felt like he was getting hairier. I always liked pulling my dick out through my jeans and seeing the dark pubic hair shoving out with it. I used to shave a few years ago, but as I've gotten older, I've let my crotch hair get to its natural state. It makes me feel like a man when I do. My scrotum had a decent amount of hair on it now too, which I fucking loved!
"Everything okay over there, pal?"
I hadn't realized he was watching me look at myself. "Yeah. Everything's good!" I kept my eyes down and tried hard not to look at him.
"Did I just catch you staring at your dick?"
"No man. Just taking a leak."
I could see his shoulders bouncing out of the corner of my eye as he laughed and shook his head. "What are you working with, huh?"
In my fit of embarrassment, I answered quickly. "Nothing."
He laughed at me again, "Oh nothing? Then shouldn't you be in the lady's bathroom next door?"
"What?" I looked at him over the divider between us, standing at his urinal.
He was shaking his head again and chuckling. "I asked what you're working with over there. I was curious what you'd stick into a girl's pussy. Not that you'll ever fuck one," he teased. "You said 'nothing'. So, I just suggested that you might be in the wrong bathroom."
I eyed him. "I definitely have a dick if that's what you're asking."
He smirked, "Oh yeah? Gonna let your uncle take a peek then?"
He wanted to see my cock?
"Wait, you want to see my penis?"
"Dude, you're my nephew. I've been around you your entire life. It's not a big deal if we see each other's cocks, man." I could feel my face flush. My heart started racing in my chest. "I mean, I'm honestly surprised we haven't seen each other naked before. You used to always stay at my house when your parents went away for the weekend, and they didn't trust you not throwing a party and trashing the place."
I looked at him, saying
you really want to see
with my eyes.
"We're family. Come on, show me," he pleaded.
I looked down at my cock again. My pubes looked great, and my balls looked inflated with sperm. Why not let my uncle see?
"Alright, sure. Why not?"
He smiled at me and leaned over the divider to look down at my penis. As he did, I twisted my hips slightly to give him a full view of my organ and testicles.
"Fuck Pat! That's a good-looking cock! And your pubes have come in really nice. Good man!" I could feel myself getting thicker. I was starting to get an erection.
"Yeah. Puberty does that to a guy," I told him, as if he didn't know. My heart was pounding.
"Damn, man. I always knew you were my nephew. Now I
really
know you are! Your dick kind of looks like mine." I felt pride again, knowing our dicks looked alike. "We McAllister boys are blessed, that's for sure." I blushed, feeling good to know he was proud of it too. Then he asked, "You must cum a lot too, right?"
I chuckled, "Yeah, you could say that." Truthfully, it always depended on the last time I ejaculated or how turned on I was. Sometimes it oozed, other times it fucking shot out. I cupped my hairy scrotum and gave it a jiggle for him, but stopped because my dick was lengthening more, growing stiffer.
"Atta boy!"
"Thanks uncle Kev." The fact my uncle was looking at my dick was a rush.
He brought his head back over the divider and looked down at his own cock. I had always wondered what his penis looked like and who was bigger. When I stayed at his place in my early twenties, I would try to catch a peek of him when he got out of the shower or when he took a piss. He never closed the door because, "We're both men. We don't need to piss with the door shut if we don't want to. We do it the same way", as he would say. I could never see his cock though, even though I slowed down when I passed the cracked door to try and catch a glimpse of what he was working with.
I would even sometimes sneak into his bedroom and sniff his dirty underwear in his hamper when I was at his place alone. Or I'd find a pair of his socks that he left on the floor after he went lifting. One time I found a few of his porno mags tucked under his mattress. I had just started flipping through one of them when I heard his apartment door open. Thankfully, had managed to hide it again and leave.
Other times, he'd enter the bathroom in a fluster while I was showering: "Sorry, bud, going out with this girl in a bit, just need to freshen up," or he'd poke his head in a little more slowly, "Hey, Pat, mind if I take a quick leak?" "Not at all Uncle Kev," I'd call over the sound of the shower. I'd stand there, separated from my urinating uncle by only a thin shower curtain, with my dick growing rock hard, listening to the sound of his golden, beer-tinted urine hitting the water in the bowl. I remember how loud and deep it sounded, knowing the fat stream must have been coming from a fat, manly cock.
Now, standing beside him in the bathroom, watching him eyeing his dick behind the divider, I could hear the sound of his urine in the toilet again, remembering how powerful it sounded. Curiosity and anticipation rose in my chest. Hopefully now was the moment I'd finally be able to see my uncle's man cock, without a shower curtain between us, or without the bathroom door blocking the view.
I looked at him staring down at his dick and wondered.
Who is hairier? Who ejaculates farther? Who has a bigger erection? How often does he beat off? Does he make noise when he masturbates? Has he ever tasted his sperm? What does he use for a cum rag? What kind of porn is he into?
I cleared my throat. "So, um.." He turned to look at me. "Do you think maybe I could see your dick too?"
"Fuck yeah, man. Take a gander." He turned his hips towards me.
I leaned my head over the divider and looked down at his crotch. Cupped in his hand, bulging from his open zipper, was his extremely hairy, cut cock and massive balls, wrapped in his hairy scrotum. His sack itself was covered in coarse, black pubic hair. There was so much I could barely see the skin. Pubic hair stuffed itself out from the inside of his jeans like mine, wrapping around his darkened shaft. It was the most perfect shade of tan, about five and a half inches long and thick. I could tell he had a semi too.
