An experience I had from long ago.
Tommy was some not related to me, but as we called relatives and close family friends Uncle or Aunty, even if they were not.
Uncle Tommy was therefore a presence as I was growing up, as my mother was a great favourite of his, and he loved coming round for a natter over a cup of tea, and would usually stay for dinner and even sleep over if the vodka bottle had been opened. This was still going on when I hit 20, and as I was still living at home I got to spend a lot of time in his company.
Now the thing about Tommy was that, although he had been married for a long time, he was seemed to be so obviously gay. He was camp, flamboyant, loud, brilliantly funny, bitchy , an endless gossip who seemed to know everyone's business and loved the theatre and especially musicals. The only thing that jarred slightly with that image (apart from the wife) was that he was a big bloke, well over 6 foot tall, built like a rugby player with huge hands. Think of a cross between Liberace and Ray Winstone. He was a graphic designer by profession but also indulged his love of the theatre by doing commissions for set designs and back cloths.
By the time these events unfolded he was pushing towards 60, semi retired and single. His wife had left him to set up home with a lesbian couple. I had never heard the term Lavender marriage, but it probably explained why Tommy didn't seem too put-out at the split. They sold the house and he decided to move into a flat that he had owned for years.
Tommy decided that if it was to be his full time home the flat needed a full clear out and redecoration, so he moved into our spare room for a couple of weeks. We were both night owls so, when the rest of the house had gone to bed we would stay up chatting. He had an endless library of anecdotes, many of them about his beloved theatre and all of them funny scandalous and, as the vodka and tonics went down, ruder. I just lapped it all up and usually went to bed with my sides aching from laughing so much.
One evening we were well down the bottle when he started a story about an actor who used to appear on TV quite regularly in supporting parts. As it happens I had met him at a party once, and as Tommy revealed that his tough guy geezer macho image hid the fact that he was outrageously gay in real life, I blurted out "Oh, I know. I've had him" ...Shit!
As my brain caught up to my mouth I froze, not sure what to do or say next. Tommy had stopped mid tale and was looking at me with a shocked expression. Keep in mind I had never come out to anyone and at the time had a girlfriend.
"What do you mean, had him? Do you mean you've slept with him?"
I was so scared I couldn't answer him, and just sat there wide eyed with my mouth open.
"Oh my word" He said, eventually filling the silence "You did! I had no idea. I never knew you liked men. Was this recent? No, I'm being rude, you don't have to tell me anything"
"Not recent, no, not with him. It was a few years ago, at a party" I blurted out, and immediately though "Oh dear god, ...not with him... why not make it even worse"
"Well, I cannot pretend I am not shocked, and I think you are too, by the look on your face. I'm guessing that no-one else knows either? Well don't worry, it can just be our secret. He leant forward and put his hand on my knee "I think we should call it a night, to let you get over the shock, but if you ever want someone to talk to, I'm always hear for you."
In bed I could not sleep. I kept turning over and over what had happened and how stupid I had been. Not just for letting the secret out, but also to one of the biggest gossips known to man who knew everyone in my family!
The next day was a Saturday, so we were all pottering around the house but Tommy was true to his word and didn't act or treat me any differently, and eventually I was able to unwind slightly. Eventually day turned into night and as it approached midnight it was just the two of us, as usual, with a drink in hand.
"Soooo, what shall we chat about tonight?" said Tommy, raising a quizzical eyebrow. That was enough to make me laugh, and with that the knot in my stomach unwrapped a little.
"I meant it when I said you don't have to tell me anything. I will not pry" He said reassuringly. But now I had gone past this massive milestone, I found I wanted to talk to him, and try to get his perspective on who I was and what I was doing.
The evening wore on and eventually we decided to call it a night. Having the chance to talk so openly to someone I knew so well had been cathartic, and sharing some of my exploits and hearing of Tommy's many conquests had made me extremely horny, so I could not wait to get in bed and masturbate.
Fast forward two weeks, Tommy and I had continued chatting and getting to know more about each others secret lives. I now had a confidant who I could even share my fantasies and desires with. We both started looking forward to our fireside chats, and it was with real regret that I found out that his flat was finished and he was moving out. He asked if I would give him a hand moving some of his possessions in from storage, and I of course said yes.
Tommy had a lot of ornaments and the like kept in boxes, so we had to make several trips to the storage facility. I was in charge of loading and unloading whilst Tommy was choosing items and arranging them. It was a hot day and I was sweaty and grubby by the time I carried the last box in. He suggested I get in the shower whilst he opened a bottle of something to celebrate moving in day.
I was grateful to get out of my damp clothes and into a lovely hot steamy shower and spent some time cleaning and scrubbing. I started to wonder if he had deliberately had it made so big so that more than one person might fit in there, and this led me to thinking about what might have happened. The inevitable happened and cleaning my cock became stroking as it hardened into a full erection.
I didn't hear the door open over the sound of the water, and it was a walk-in, so the first I knew I was not alone was when a hand softly stroked down my back. I obviously jumped in shock and span around, still gripping my swollen member like a club. Tommy was naked, holding two champagne glasses and smiling sweetly whilst staring at my cock.
"I thought we might have a little drink to celebrate before we... take things further" He said passing me a glass. I stepped towards him to keep the glass out of the water, meaning my cock, still rigid and jutting straight out, was almost touching him. We clinked glasses, said cheers and I took a sip. Tommy gulped his down in one, smacked his lips and said "delicious, but not as delicious as you", moving closer still. As my dick pressed up against him his lips locked on mine and in an instant our tongues were swirling together.
The glasses were quickly deposited on a shelf so that we could embrace properly, our bodies squashed together and our arms encircling each other. I genuinely had no inkling that this was going to happen, and we had moved so quickly that I had hardly had a chance to look at his body, but his mouth felt and tasted wonderful, and his skin was soft and smooth.
At his insistence we got out, and I started to towel myself off. Tommy had only gotten his arms wet, so he knelt in front of me and towelled my legs. as he rubbed up my thighs his face touched my cock, and he rubbed against it like a cat, not opening his mouth but pressing his lips against the hot tip. He stayed like this as he towelled my balls and then ran it under me, thoroughly and tenderly pushing his fingers into my crack.
From here we rushed to the bedroom, where the sheets were already turned down and lube and tissues strategically stationed on both bedside tables. We fell on the bed, already kissing and feverishly clawing at each others flesh. Tommy's hand encircled my throbbing shaft and squeezed, making me groan deeply, muffled only by his tongue in my mouth.
He started to wank me, only taking his lips off mine to kiss his way down my neck to my chest. I had revealed at some point that I got especially turned on when my nipples were punished, but it had to be very hard and rough. Tommy used this knowledge, taking first one nipple and then the other in his teeth and biting hard and pulling. The pain was intense and incredible, and I started whimpering in pain and pleasure, just managing to get the words out to encourage him to do more and harder. my cock was now as hard as iron and there was a real danger I was going to cum after only 5 mins of playing.
Thankfully before this happened he released my nipple and kissed his way down to my cock. I was leaking precum and Tommy first used just his pursed lips on the tip, smearing my juices over the whole helmet, before taking it into his mouth little by little. I could feel his tongue rubbing the tip as his lips worked on the rest of my helmet.
Son though he was working his lips up and down the shaft, taking more in each time. The sound of his sucking and slurping was almost drowned out by my cries and moaning. My God, I though, this man really knows how to suck cock. As one hand gripped the shaft his other hand reached for my balls and gave them a squeeze. This took me over the edge and with a cry I started to pump my seed into his mouth.
We were both moaning with pleasure as he swallowed, before releasing my cock, still rigid and leaking more cum. He sat up, licked his lips and said "Told you you were delicious. Its only a shame that I didn't get that huge thing inside me"
"Well, go and get our glasses filled up, come back to bed and lets see what we can do about that"
As tommy came back in with our bubbles I got a good look at him naked for the first time. he was tanned, smooth skinned and completely hairless all over. He wasn't toned and had a bit of a belly, but his backside was firm and, best of all, he had a cut cock! I have always loved sucking cut men and, although his was flaccid it was already making me thirsty.
He climbed onto the bed and we sat up, squashed against each other and resting against the headboard, clinked glasses and toasted each other. He asked how I was and I told him I was very excited. He wondered if I had any inkling that he was going to try something and I told him, honestly, that I had no idea or thought in that way whatsoever. He said he was amazed, as he thought I had been giving him the come-on for a while, and He had been looking forward to putting his plan in place all week!
Glasses drained I went to kiss him, but he pulled back and said he should go and mouthwash. "Don't you dare" I said and clamped my mouth to his, pushing my tongue in to savour the mix of saliva cum and champagne.
The kissing became more intense and hands started wandering once more. I felt him give a little gasp when he found that my cock was already getting hard, and I was equally thrilled to find that his, although not hard, had swollen in length and girth considerably. Soon he was between my thighs, once more giving me an incredible blowjob, but this time he just did enough to ensure I was fully erect and ready.
He climbed off me and, grabbing a couple of pillows lay on his front on the edge of the bed. At his bidding I climbed off and, with the pillows under him, his arsehole was at the perfect position for my cock. I reached over for the lube and smeared a couple of fingers. as soon as they touched his hole he groaned and his body trembled. Using first one then two fingers I entered him easily, and my lubing him up became a fingering as he gasped and groaned in delight.
I asked him if he had condoms, but in a shaky muffled voice he said "not for you". when I asked if he was sure he replied "absolutely, and please, Tony, call me Uncle.
From then on I used Uncle every time I spoke to him, and every time it made him moan with excitement. "Do you like my fingers in you Uncle? Are you ready for me to use my big, fat cock in you Uncle?" and on and on.
With some extra lube applied to to him and me I pushed the head of my now engorged member against his unresisting hole. It was much more of a stretch than my fingers but it only took a moment to adjust enough to allow me to start fucking him, with steady, slow thrusts. His moaning and groaning got louder as I started to speed up. I was pushing myself fully into him, holding onto his hips to give me maximum penetration and Uncle was loving every moment.
As we carried on like this i could feel his anal muscles contracting and relaxing, making my pleasure even more intense. We had been fucking like this for quite a few minutes before I felt my orgasm approaching, and as I warned him I was going to cum he clamped his arse tight around my cock. As I pumped him full off my second load of seed we were both making the same continuous moan of pleasure.
Eventually my wilting cock slipped from his hole and we both dropped onto the bed, panting and kissing in equal measure.
As he told me how wonderful that was I let my hands roam his body, and soon I was holding his semi hard dick in my hand, rubbing the helmet with my thumb. He was groaning at this attention, but when I started t kiss my way down his body he tried to stop me, saying lets just kiss and you can bring me off.
I was insistent though, and made sure to call him uncle every time i pleaded with him, until he relented and allowed me to take his member in my mouth. For all his protestations he was moaning and groaning from the first touch of my lips, and with only a little sucking and licking he started to swell and harden, and to my delight it was to at least 7" and quite thick.
I started to work his meat hard with my mouth, taking him as deep as I could each time, occasionally gagging, which made him extra vocal. We were only at this for a few minutes before I felt the pulse and swell of an oncoming ejaculation, and with a squeal of pleasure from Tommy my mouth was flooded with his load. I swallowed it down, loving how incredibly sweet it tasted.
Having had my treat I flopped down on the bed next to him and cuddled up, where we hugged and kissed until we got our strength back enough to get dressed.
