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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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