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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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