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UNCLE BUD
When our attic fan started making a lot of unusual
noise, my mother didn't call a service repair man.
She called my Uncle Bud. I was glad she did. Being
around Uncle Bud was a real thrill to me, since he
seemed so masculine and always seemed to know what
to say at the right time.
He came over within minutes of my mother's call
for help. He smelled fresh and clean, his after
shave permeating the air. He always seemed to
smell that way, a truly manly smell, I thought.
When he came over, I followed him up into the
attic to watch him work on the massive fan. It was
stuck in one high window, toward the end of the
house. It circulated air across the attic and out
the other window on the end. Uncle Bud had to use
a step stool to reach the fan.
"It needs oil, that's all," he said to me with his
disarming smile. "I can take care of it in just a
few shakes."
"Shakes of what?" I asked.
"Shakes of whatever, you know, 'Shakes.'"
He moved his body back and forth, shaking it. I
gave the necessary laugh. I noticed that the bulge
in the front of his shorts moved around quite a
bit. I realized that Uncle Bud wasn't wearing any
underwear.
As the bulge in the front of his shorts moved back
and forth, I could feel myself beginning to get
excited over watching it. He suddenly looked down
at me from his place on the short ladder.
He knew I had been staring at his crotch. There
was a smile on his face, a sort of half-smile. He
reached down and pulled his shorts higher on his
waist. The movement accentuated his bulge, making
it seem even larger, and I could see the shape of
his cock running down his leg. I could have sworn
I could see the very tip of it peek out of the hem
as he turned one way and another.
He turned and thrust his hips forward, and sure
enough, I could see the head of his fat,
uncircumcised dick poke out of his shorts. It was
semi-hard, and I could see the purple head of it
poking out of the folds of his foreskin.
I could feel a tingling in my pussy as I sat
there, watching him.
"Hand me that screwdriver," he said.
With pleasure! I got up and picked up the
screwdriver at the base of the short ladder, and I
rose, handing him the screwdriver. My face was now
exactly even with the bulge in his shorts. The
head of his cock was less than a foot from my
feasting eyes. It actually grew as I watched. I
took a deep breath and exhaled. I could see the
downy hairs on his upper thigh move with the
expulsion of air. His eyes briefly closed, and I
knew he was enjoying it.
His cock jerked, and I could see the head become
more fully exposed. The head was a brighter purple
now, and there was a sticky-looking drop of liquid
dripping out of the pee hole in the center of it.
I reached out and touched his thigh, my hand
resting within inches of his dick. He leaned
forward then, and pressed his crotch closer to me.
The very tip of his cock touched my fingers, and I
moved my fingers just slightly, feeling the sticky
stuff coming out of it.
"That about does it," he said, his voice shaking.
"Fan's done."
He pulled away from me and climbed down the
ladder. He stood there looking at me. Without
saying a word, he reached to the front of his
shorts and unsnapped them. He pulled them down.
His big cock shot up and throbbed, pointing at me.
It was big and fat, sticking out of a virtual
jungle of black hair that covered the base of it.
Beneath that, he had two big, heavy balls, covered
with dark hairs.
I took a step toward him, and carefully got on my
knees in front of him. I pulled on the fat dick,
moving my mouth toward the purple head. I loved
the way it throbbed in my hand, the way the skin
was so smooth and soft, yet so hard underneath.
I put my mouth on the head, moving my tongue
around. I could taste the salty, sticky fluid, and
it felt strange and wonderful in my mouth. I took
it further into my mouth, and reached up and
touched his big, fat, hairy balls.
"Oh, my God," he whispered.
He reached down and pulled me up to him, and
turned and picked me up. He tugged at my shorts,
and then my panties. When they hit the floor, I
stepped out of them.
He lifted me and put me on the ladder, and then
pressed his cock against my crotch. I opened my
legs wider, and we were at just the right angle.
He slipped his hard cock into my cunt, and I
nearly came with the sensation of his dick filling
me like that.
He thrust in and out of me a few times, and then I
pushed him away. I had a better idea.
I stood and turned around on the ladder, bending
over, my ass high in the air. He straddled me at
once, sending his hard cock deep into me again.
He began thrusting then, faster and faster, and I
could feel his pubic hair slamming against my ass
as we fucked.
He was breathing hard, and suddenly, his dick
expanded inside me, and I could feel hot liquid
coming out of it as it moved. The feeling made me
cum, my legs twitching, my whole body shaking.
He kept his cock buried inside me for a few
minutes, and then pulled it out.
He moved away and put on his shorts, and I climbed
down the ladder and put my clothes on. He plugged
in the attic fan, and the noise had stopped.
Downstairs, he told my mother that the fan was
fine.
"There are a few other things up there that need
some work, I think," he said.
"Whatever needs to be done, if you'd like to help,
please feel free," my mother said with a smile.
He nodded and winked at me. He comes over all the
time now. It seems that there are a lot of things
that need attention.
--- Lorna R., Seattle, WA
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