My Uncle James always seemed like a terribly handsome man to me. Like my father, he had dark hair and light blue eyes. A square jaw and prominent cheek bones gave him a very masculine, manly appearance.
My father was away from home quite a bit, working. He traveled for his company a lot, and Uncle James would bring his family to our house to help keep an eye on things. Several times a week and always on Fridays and Saturdays, I would get to visit with my cousin and Uncle James.
My cousin Jenny and I always seemed to fight over his lap, over who would get which leg, or who would get to bounce on one leg while the other one got to sit in the center. Jenny was six months younger than I was, and was Uncle James' daughter. We couldn't have had any idea, at that age, what we must have been doing to the poor guy. All that pressure, with two people crawling around pressing on his crotch must have really turned him on.
As we grew older, sitting in Uncle James' lap became something that we just couldn't do any more. No one said anything about it, of course, and it was forgotten for the most part. Except, when I really started noticing boys, I would remember his lap, and that bulge. Then, when I got much older, I knew exactly what that bulge represented.
One Saturday, Dad was away, as usual. Mom had to go shopping, and Uncle James dropped Jenny off for us to go shopping together. He came in, and I got him a cup of coffee. He sat in his favorite seat on the couch, and I snuggled up to him, smelling the fresh after shave that he always seemed to wear. As he put his coffee cup down on the coffee table in front of him, I simply raised myself up and sat on the edge of his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck.
The look of surprise on his face was soon replaced with a different look. I was wearing a very low-cut blouse with no bra beneath, and I saw him take a long look at the dark patches my hardening nipples made in the material. I shifted my position a little, and glancing at the growing protrusion in his lap, I moved my hand down and dropped it squarely on his cock.
"Hey, Liz," Jenny said, "we used to sit there together, remember?"
"I've never forgotten," I said. I wasn't looking at Jenny when I answered. I was looking in my Uncle James' eyes. I gave his growing erection a gentle, quick squeeze, unknown to Jenny. I could feel the head of it in his pants, could feel it momentarily throb. Uncle James was getting turned on by my sitting there.
Then Jenny came over and sat in his lap.
"Gee, Dad, just like old times, huh?" she asked, smiling. He gaze went down to his crotch. She took in the sight, and I could see her eyes widen as she realized that I was groping her father. She swallowed.
She moved her hand down and put it in his lap, then, with her fingers, slowly crawled over to where my fingers were. She traced down the length of his bulge with her fingers. Let your fingers do the walking, I thought.
Uncle James gasped. His eyes narrowed, and he lay back, his head against the back of the couch. I squeezed harder and stroked the head of his cock.
"You like that, huh, Uncle James?" I asked.
All he did was nod.
Jenny looked at me. "Let's take a look at it," she said.
We both got off his lap. She began unbuckling his pants as I unzipped them. She reached into his shorts, pulling the elastic band downward. I could see a thick mat of dark black pubic hair, and below that, the beginning of his fat, hard cock.
He moved his weight off his pants and we pulled them down to his knees, followed by a tug at his shorts. The elastic band slowly released his cock, and it flopped back and stood straight up before the big dick lay against his shirt and lay there, throbbing.
I gripped his cock at the base, feeling of the warm hardness beneath my fingers.
"Oh, God, Liz," he moaned.
He grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled my face to his crotch. I opened my mouth as my face nearly came into contact with the enormous red-brown head of his hard cock. I stopped and took a good look at the cock that I had been stimulating for so many years by sitting on Uncle James' lap.
Now, here it was, pointing straight up in the air, less than an inch from my face. It was a fat cock, and, those enormous hairy balls hung low and full, covered by the thick black hair that surrounded his cock. The sight of it did something to me. I squirmed, and I am afraid that I actually squealed, just a little, with delight at the sight.
Sitting there so close to me, those big hairy balls shoved right in my face, he suddenly moved his hips forward. I opened my mouth and let him move closer. His cock went right toward my mouth, pressing against my cheek.
There was a manly but clean taste about that meaty skin sac that held his big, heavy balls. I loved the hairy skin, and sucked on his two, cum-laden orbs slowly, carefully. The skin, though wrinkled and hairy, was velvety and smooth. I licked his balls all over, running my tongue from one to the other as Jenny watched in wide-eyed fascination. I swirled my tongue around and around, wetting his balls with my saliva. I could hear him moan once in a while. I could feel the dark hair pressing against my tongue, and could taste the salty taste of his skin. It was a turn-on, a thrill I had never in my life expected.
I moved up to that fat cock sticking up in the air, and wrapped my mouth around it. I had to open my mouth nearly as wide as it would go to get it all in. I began moving my mouth up and down on it, kneading his balls with my fingers. I felt him shudder and heard him moan. I could feel the head of the massive cock at the back of my throat. I ran my tongue around and around the shaft of it, popping it out of my mouth. I rubbed my lips against the giant purple-headed cock, using my saliva and his pre-cum as a lip balm. I kissed it from one end to the other, my mouth on his balls once again.
