So I finally decided to go to University -- yahoo! At nearly 19 years old it sounded to me like the right move -- and it gave me a good reason to finally leave my parents' home -- phew! I even made sure I chose an Uni nearly on the other side of England from my folks. Little did I know that I would still not quite completely escape my parents' surveillance as it turns out that one of my uncles happened to live in that town and to save money and make sure that their "boy" is still being looked after, they arranged me to lodge with him, rather than rent a room on my own. But little did they know that this was going to turn out for me an even better choice than they thought!
Uncle John ("John" -- as he insisted -- "come on, drop the uncle bit, I don't need reminding every day that I'm old") was my mom's eldest brother -- nearly in his 60's who has somehow managed to stay single pretty much most of his life. I remember my mom used to embarrass him a lot with stories from his youth, when he used to be "a proper hippie" according to her. Nowadays, he was your average 60 year old, with a big belly, and large T-shirts to hide it under and a lot of grey hair.
So even though I wasn't too pleased about having to live with him, rather than enjoying my freedom to the full, having met him a few times and heard all these stories over and over again, he sounded like a cool guy. And in the light of this thought, I have accepted to lodge with him, at least during my first year until I settle in. And to cut a long story short, before I knew it, I had my own room upstairs in his house and I was in the University!
Quite often, in the evening, when he was back from work and I was back from Uni we would spend time in the living watching TV together, having a drink and talking. He was a smoker and didn't mind me smoking either -- even more, he wouldn't tell my parents either. A few times he offered me some marijuana too -- which, according to him, was one of the few good things he still kept from the time he was a hippie. John did like his drinks -- and a few times coming back home really late I found him drunk and asleep in the living room, which I thought was quite cool for a man at his age. And it is exactly for this reason we got to know more about each other -- to say the least!
One evening I had a lot of Uni work to do, so after spending some time with John and talking about football and whatever else was on the TV over a few couple of beers, I told him I got a lot of stuff to get on with and went upstairs to study. I don't know how time flew by but all of a sudden it was passed midnight and I was just finishing. I thought I'd go downstairs and watch TV for half an hour or so just to get myself to sleep. So I stepped out of my room and went downstairs; when I reached the bottom of the stairs I could hear a very dimmed noise from the living and a bit of light coming from there.
"Ah -- I thought -- John must be still awake! A bit of conversation at this time of night won't hurt at all!"
So I stepped in the living, expecting to see John watching some rubbish TV. What I found was ... slightly different!
The TV was on alright, but instead some porn was playing on! John was all naked asleep on the sofa, an empty bottle of wine next to him -- drunk himself to sleep again. I didn't know how to react initially, as this put a whole new dimension to John -- and before I knew it I sat down on the other sofa, to the left of the one he was sleeping on and lit up a cigarette, my mind blank. While smoking absently, without realising, my eyes started going all over John's body: he had indeed a very big belly, with very little hair on it, but seeing him all naked all of a sudden, his belly didn't look disgusting anymore, on the contrary! He had thick thighs and couldn't stop noticing in between his thick uncut cock, lying there, unerect. This last image of his cock and balls kind of woke me up and I realised I was staring at his naked body!