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Subject: Title story: "Button Fly Jeans" Author: INCESTOR 55114656
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Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2005 02:17:44 +0000
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Button Fly Jeans
Uncle Marc was an athletic man. He would come over to the house and make my
brothers and Dad go outside play football, basketball, run or play baseball. I
would join in, gladly, and loved having fun with him and my brothers.
But the summer I really began to take a sexual interest in him was when Marc
stayed with us. He helped Dad on the little bit of farmland we had and spent
most of the day doing that while Dad was at the factory. I loved to see him come
into the house shirtless and sweaty. He rarely wore a shirt in the daytime and
that was ok with me. When I or the others would help him, we'd all strip down
just like him and try to keep up with his pace.
I remember wrestling with him and the bros in the field and enjoying the feeling
of someone strong grabbing me, lift- ing me, and so on.
That summer was the first time I ever saw a grown man naked too. Marc stayed
in the basement where we kept some of our stuff like weights, balls, bikes
and so on.
I went down there to lift weights and heard the shower going. Marc emerged
totally naked and wet of course. I almost dropped the barbell when I saw him.
He stayed naked like that and talked to me about lifting weights. Then he came
over and had me lay on the bench while he spotted me. Above my head he stood
with his man dick hang- ing down pointed at my face. My own crotch was already
hard, and I think he knew it and smiled at me a lot.
But it wasn't until that winter when he visited several times that I noticed how
hot he looked in his jeans. After dinner we'd all sit in the living room to talk
or watch tele- vision. I recall seeing him unbutton his fly, or at least a
couple of buttons and his top button to relax. More then once I'd look to see
his pink skin underneath and became aware he didn't wear underwear like we did.
After that I stopped wearing any, too, and felt real sexy in my own jeans even
though they had a zipper fly.
One night there was only him, me and a couple of brothers there. I asked him why
he wore them and as he looked at me, I looked at his pink skin showing thru his
unbutton fly. He moved his legs and his dick started to poke out.
"That's why" he said and laughed.
I laughed too not knowing exactly why.
The night I found out was when I drove over to his house to drop off some
paperwork he and my Dad had been discussing.
Uncle Marc was shirtless and wore his jeans when I ans- wered the door. He urged
me to stay for dinner and called my Dad to tell him.
We had thick steaks, and talked about sex, girls, growing up, and even told a
couple of dirty jokes, the kind of stuff we never did at home around the family.
It felt real good, kind of like having a sudden freedom I never had.
We watched a television show and glanced at his unbut- toned fly.
When I reminded Marc I once asked him about doing that and admitted I didn't
understand his answer.
He stared at first then unbuttoned the rest of his fly. His man dick plopped
out and was moving around getting hard. He pulled out his nuts too so they
could hang.
"It feels better. Go on, feel it"
I didn't know if he meant for me to pull my meat out of my fly or to reach up
and feel his. I opted for the later and soon his man meat was in my hand.
"Go ahead and lick it"
Without even asking if I wanted to, he told me to do it.
I did.
"Now put the dick in your mouth and Ill show you some- thing else" I did and his
hands on my head showe'd me how to move it so I could suck him off.
His cum eventually shot all over my face and shirt. I was a mess. He reached
down and pulled off my shirt and told me we'd have to wash it.
As the shirts soaked, I felt like a new man, me shirtless along with Uncle Marc.
Both of our flys open and our dicks poking out, although my dick rubbed against
the zipper a bit and hurt.
He came back from making a phone call and told me that Dad said I should stay
with Marc and come home in the morn- ing.
We stripped totally and lay on the couch together watching television. Uncle
Marc told me that later we would try other things he knew I'd like but for now
to just relax.
His arms around me, made me horny as hell, but the warmth of his body against
mine, the freedom of being naked like that, and knowing I was learning things
that only a grown up knew made it feel wonderful.
Indeed I learned a lot that night. And Uncle Marc bought me a pair of button fly
jeans the next morning which I showed my brothers the advantage of, too.
And I kept going over to see my Uncle that winter and stayed with him all the
following summer.
I still go home to visit the folks, and drive over to his house. He's older now,
hell he was in his twenties then. And we still get naked, and share our warmth.
And he still wears button fly jeans.
So do I.
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