Got Drunk and Sucked my Uncle’s Dick [MF]

I’d always thought my Uncle Mark was attractive. He was tall, about 6’3″ compared to my 5’3″, dark hair, took care of himself at the gym, had some nice stubble going on and just enough chest hair to be attractive without being overwhelming or ‘hairy.’ When I got older, my attraction to him turned away from just noticing he was attractive to slowly but surely lusting after him. At the pool in my Dad’s backyard, family trips, whenever we were together I found myself looking at him longer than allowed. He would harmlessly compliment me, my looks, my outfits, but never anything inappropriate. As my Dad’s brother, I knew it was a line that would never be crossed. Or so I thought.

A few months ago, I was living in the city after having graduated college a semester early, freshly 22. Uncle Mark sent me a text letting me know he would be in town for work, and if he could take me out for dinner to catch up, and let me save money considering I (still) have an entry-level job. I jumped at the chance for two reasons: I would be able to see him again, and also a free meal at some place probably nicer than I was going to with my friends.

I show up to the restaurant in a nice, but still casual, dress with a low cut, because why not? At 47, he’s looking really good, wearing nice jeans, and a button down with the sleeves rolled up. “You look great!’ he says when he sees me, giving me a hug. We quickly sit down and order drinks, and as the night goes on, I swear I catch his eyes dropping to my chest. Of course I thought I was imagining it, he would never do that. We’re having a great time regardless, and as we keep talking I over-indulge slightly on alcohol. I’m not drunk, but definitely feeling solidly tipsy. The night is coming to a close, and he offers to drop me off at my apartment. We get to his car and as he’s driving me home, he asks if I’m ok and touches my leg. When I tell you I had goosebumps, I’m probably underselling it.

We pull up, and feeling inebriated and a little bold, I ask “Can you please help me inside?” in a light, sing-song voice. I swear I saw the gears turning in his head as he weighed his options. “Of course, I can meet your roommate too.” He says almost laughing. As he comes around and helps me out, I let slip that my roommate isn’t home. “He’s at a wedding this weekend actually so I’m all alone…”.

I got no immediate reaction since I couldn’t see his face as he helped me upstairs to my apartment, him standing behind me as I searched for my keys and fiddled with the lock until I finally opened it and stumbled inside, Mark following behind me. We got inside the dark hallway and I heard the door close. I could feel Mark standing behind me. I was almost shaking as I dropped the keys on the floor by accident. I bent over in front of him to grab them, lingering for probably just too long and ended up kneeling to grab them.

Still kneeling, I turned around and was eye level with his crotch, where I could see a large and visible bulge pressing against his pants. I looked up at him towering over me as we locked eyes. We stayed like that for what felt like forever until I slowly brought my hands up to gingerly touch it. He didn’t stop me or make any indication as I slowly began to rub my hands over the bulge, my fingers making their way up to his jeans button and, knowing there was no going back, popped open the button and slowly slid down his zipper. The tension was palpable as his hard, rather large dick was now just pressing against his underwear, begging to be released. I obliged, and pulled down his underwear too, letting his cock finally spring free and almost hit me in the face as it did.

Finally breaking eye contact, I admired the hard cock in front of me. Almost shaking from nerves, I wrapped a hand around it and slowly stroked it, seeing the tip leak with precum. Suddenly feeling desperate, I stuck my tongue out to lick the tip, feeling him shudder as I did. Uncle Mark still not stopping me, I licked it again, this time more of the shaft, until I finally couldn’t wait any longer and started taking it into my mouth.

Here I was, on my knees, my uncle’s cock filling up my mouth, and I was so turned on, and very wet. I started slowly, not wanting to ruin the moment, taking it in and out, letting it fill my mouth and stretch my lips open to fit it in, knowing I’d have to be slow or else I’d choke too soon. After a minute or two, I feel Mark’s large hands on my head. For a moment I thought he was going to stop me, but instead he started picking up speed, slowly but surely fucking my face. My hands went up to his muscled thighs instinctively, as I began hearing him moan and grunt as he fucked my face. Starting to choke didn’t cause him to slow down, just let out a moan as spit dribbled down my chin and started pooling in my breasts. I looked up at him as my eyes started to water, and he looked down at me and didn’t slow down for a second. All I could hope was he saw the desperation and lust in my eyes, wanting him to use my mouth like a toy.

Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t, but he maintained his roughness, holding my face, pulling my hair up to hold in his hands as he fucked my throat. I could tell he was getting close as he started picking up speed and his legs buckling. My eyes got wide when he started cumming down my throat, filling it up before pulling out and finishing on my face and chest. I was gasping for air, covered my uncle’s cum, wet as I’d ever been, and still on my knees below him.

We didn’t say anything for a minute, but he eventually pulled up his pants, managed to find my bathroom and bring me a towel. “You should probably clean up.” He said quite neutrally. I agreed and got up, wiping off my face and chest and heading to the shower. After a minute or two, I heard him leave and didn’t hear from him for a few days. But fuck if I didn’t get myself off in the shower after that.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vl550l/got_drunk_and_sucked_my_uncles_dick_mf