Uncle Ted was the youngest of mom's siblings. He wasn't too many years older than my cousins, brothers, or me, so he seemed more like another cousin rather than an uncle.
Mom's family was large and close so there were always family gatherings and get-togethers. Many in the family were into team sports so there were always pickup games of basketball, football, or whatever when any part of her family got together. Uncle Ted was almost always involved so, as I said, he was almost like one of us kids.
Uncle Ted was a route salesman for a wholesale company so he was on the road, and away from home, much of the week. He was gone Monday overnight and back on Tuesday afternoon. Then he was on the road Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.
When I was in high school, Uncle Ted helped several of his nephews get summer jobs with his employer. We mostly worked in the warehouse unloading and loading trucks. When I graduated high school, he asked his boss if I could sometimes travel with him on his routes. He told them that he could use the help and with extra help he might be able to add more customers.
His boss checked with the head office and they said that they didn't have any problem with me going with Uncle Ted so long as I was eighteen or older and that he would try to add new customers to his route. Uncle Ted said the age requirement was because of workman compensation laws and liability policies. Since I was eighteen, that wasn't a problem. And they wanted us to share motel rooms to help keep costs down.
The road trips were interesting. Uncle Ted's routes were mainly through small towns off the main highways. He had lots of small business owners for customers. We delivered and stocked candy, gum, and various sundries. Uncle Ted seemed to know everyone along his routes and he teased and joked with everyone. Especially the women who worked as cooks and waitresses in the cafes where we ate and who worked as clerks and housekeepers in the motels where we stayed overnight.
After several weeks of traveling, we developed sort of a routine. We'd work all day, then when we got to the motel, we'd clean up, eat dinner, then make sure we had the next day's deliveries organized, and, finally, we'd write up the new orders from the businesses where we had delivered earlier. Uncle Ted said the weekly deliveries generally weren't very large orders, but that way the stores always had fresh stock to sell.
One of the small motels where we stayed overnight had a basketball hoop set up on one end of the parking lot. I don't know where Uncle Ted got the basketball, but after we finished getting organized for the next day, he asked me if I wanted to play some one-on-one. We must have played for almost an hour and both of us really worked up a sweat.
I normally showered in the morning, but I told Uncle Ted that I was going to shower before going to sleep. He said he was too and that I should go first. I was in the shower when the bathroom door opened and Uncle Ted came in. He had never done that before. I could see, through the glass shower door, that he had a towel wrapped around his waist. He sat down on the closed toilet.
'That was fun, Ray. We should play one-on-one more often. Helps work out the kinks and stay in shape.'
'Yeah, I had a good time, Ted.' I shut off the water and opened the door to grab a towel.
'Maybe we ought to keep a basketball in the back of the truck. I borrowed that one.'
'We could keep a couple of baseball gloves and stuff too. Maybe play some catch.' I was trying to wrap the towel around my waist before I stepped out of the shower.
Ted laughed, 'You don't have to be bashful, kid. I've seen it all before.'
I grinned and stepped out of the shower, 'It is a little cramped in there.' I wrapped the towel then picked up a hand towel.
He grinned, 'That's a pretty good sized tool you have there, Ray. Bet your girl friends get a thrill out of it.'
'I wish.'
'You wish what?'
'The girls found it thrilling. Most of them are too busy chasing the college guys. And the rest, well. . .'
'You're saying you don't have any girl friends?'
"Yep.'
Ted put his hand on my towel.
"What a you doing?'
He pulled the towel off me. "Seeing what they are missing.'
My cock was level with his face. He put his face close to me. 'Nice.' He touched me.
'What. . .?'
'Relax.' He looked up at me, 'Just checking out the competition.' He lifted my cock with his thumb and forefinger. 'Nice balls.'
In spite of myself, I could feel my cock begin to stir. Ted didn't seem to notice. He used his other hand to cup my balls. 'Hmm. Your nuts feel full.'
'Er, uhh.' His touch did feel good and my cock was almost fully erect. His hand was wrapped around it. He released my balls and pushed the foreskin back.
'Beautiful.' He looked up again. "You have a quite nice pussy pleaser here, Ray. I can't believe you don't have girls fighting over it.' Then he put my cockhead in his mouth.
'Uncle Ted!'
He looked up, 'It's Ted. And be quiet and enjoy.'
He leaned forward and I watched his lips slide over my cockhead and down the shaft. He stopped with about half my cock inside his mouth. He pulled back until the cockhead slipped out of his mouth. He ran his tongue all over it, then pushed his mouth down my cock. Ted pumped his head back and forth. It did feel really good. And my cock was fully erect.
With his free hand, he undid the towel around his waist. His cock was sticking up from between his thighs. He began to stroke himself as he sucked me.
I didn't know what to do. I felt like I should tell him to stop, but I also liked what he was doing. I finally pushed his head away.
'What's the matter? You don't like a blowjob?'
'Er, no, er, yes, er, that's not it.'
Uncle Ted grinned, 'I know. You think you might be queer if you let another guy suck your dick.'
'Uh, no that's not it either.'
'Have you ever had a blowjob?'
'Uh, no.'
He grinned again, 'There's nothing better than a good blowjob. A good blowjob is even better than getting a good piece of pussy.' His towel dropped to the floor as he stood. His cock was still rigid and it stuck straight out in front of him. He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking himself. 'Guess I'll work it out by hand.'
I finished drying myself as Uncle Ted shot his load into the sink. I hung up my towels and let myself out of the bathroom. After pulling on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, I turned on the TV, picked up a magazine, sat down and tried to relax and look cool.
The shower stopped. In a couple of minutes the bathroom door opened. Uncle Ted stood in the doorway. He was drying his hair. "I didn't mean to scare you, kid.'
'You didn't scare me, you surprised me.'
'I didn't mean to do that either. You dick looked so good that I couldn't resist.' He turned back into the bathroom. When he came back out, he was still nude. He walked across the room and sat on the edge of the bed near me. 'Like I said, sometimes getting a good blowjob is better than getting a piece of ass. How'd it feel?'
'Uh, it felt good.' I smiled, 'It felt really good.'
Uncle Ted put his hands on his knees. 'I've known a lot of women who give good head, but only another guy can give a guy a great blowjob.' He spread his knees.
'Uh, why's that?' I couldn't help but look at his cock hanging down between his thighs.
'Well, a guy knows what feels good and what turns a guy on. So I think you get a better blowjob when a guy sucks your dick.'
'Uh, I wouldn't know.'
He grinned, 'That's right. You said you'd never been blown before. Well, Ray, you got a lifetime of pleasure ahead of you.'
'Er, can I, er, may I ask you something?'
'Shoot.'
Uh, how long have you been, er, ah, you know, er. . .'
'Been sucking cock?'
'uh, yes.'
Uncle Ted paused, 'Well, it's been a long time. Remember Great Uncle Harry?'