Sometimes you find fun in the most unexpected places.

This was back when I was in my 20's. 

Although I was in a steady relationship and had a few guys who I met with regularly I still got a thrill from hooking up with a stranger. I was not interested in the gay scene and as this was pre internet the main opportunities came about through cruising and cottages. 

Through word of mouth I had heard of some woods which were busy during the day, and so it proved. I was lucky enough to have a job which meant I was out of the office on the road quite a lot, so I fitted a regular visit in there. 

I had lots of fun with various guys, mostly one-offs but there were one or two regulars who had taken a shine to me. Usually I liked to be more top and have someone suck me off whilst others watched or joined in, but sometimes when the urge took me I would get down on my knees and suck any cock that took my fancy. 

One particular day I happened to be there, leaning up against a tree with my trousers round my ankles and shirt pulled open whilst a guy knelt in front of me sucking away on my prick. When I am turned on I love to have my nipples punished so as he worked away I was pulling and twisting away to heighten my pleasure. There were two or three other guys watching, and eventually one came over and took over, grasping a nipple in each hand and digging his nails in. This sent my pleasure levels through the  roof and so I didn't even stop him when he leaned in and gave me a tongue heavy kiss.  

I was so turned on by this I had my eyes half closed, so didn't even notice that this new visitor had pulled his cock out and was being wanked by my cocksucker. I could not hold out for long and I shot my load into the kneeling blokes mouth for him to swallow. As soon as I was done the recipient of my seed stood up and without another word walked away. 

My nipple twister had stopped kissing me to watch me cum, and now I was aware that he was nursing a very hard and tasty looking dick of his own. Pushing him back against the tree I bent down and took his meat in my mouth. He was already wet with pre cum from being wanked and tasted wonderful. After running my tongue over the head I started blowing him in earnest to him obvious pleasure, and after only a minute of two he started to gasp and shake as his orgasm approached. 

I had intended pulling away at the last moment but he put him hand on the back of my head and grabbed my hair, pinning me in place. I must admit I always like it when a man does this without asking, so I allowed him to shoot his load in my mouth. It had been a while since I had sucked someone to completion but the taste of his sperm reminded me why I used to have a reputation as a cum slut. 

A week or so after this little performance I got a message from my mother that someone had called her asking for me. She didn’t know who it was, but gave a number. When I called a male voice answered, asking if I remembered Uncle Paul? “Of course” I replied. Uncle Paul was not actually a relative, but rather an old friend of my parents. I had known him all my life growing up as his family and ours were close. Him and his wife were my parents closest friends and as his kids were the same ages as me and my siblings we were in each others houses all the time.

By the time my Father passed away and I had not seen or heard of Uncle Paul in years, but I still recognised the voice. He apologised for calling out of the blue said he had found some of my Fathers things when he was having a clear out and wondered if the family wanted them? I said yes and agreed to go round to the address he gave me a couple of nights later.

 On meeting him I realised just how long it was since I had seen him, as he had changed so much I didn't recognise him. He had always been tall but quite stocky with a belly and a head of 70s throwback shoulder length hair. Now he was noticeably thinner with hair so short it was almost a crewcut. He was in his early 50’s and had aged of course, but I have to say it rather suited him.

Once inside he made us a cup of tea and settled down to chat, me on the sofa and him in an armchair. I was surprised to find out that he was divorced and lived alone, but he insisted it had been for the best and he was very happy as a single man about town. As the conversation flowed the tea was finished he suggested we open a bottle of single malt. I was driving but agreed to one, and after pouring a sizable measure out he came and sat next to me on the sofa. 

More conversation followed, with Uncle Paul asking a lot about my life and what I had been up to. He remembered how much into sports and swimming I had been growing up and commented that it looked like I still kept fit. As he did this he put his hand on my shoulder and ran it down to my bicep which he gave a little squeeze. 

This was odd but over in a moment, and Uncle Paul continued to chat away. I was not getting any particular vibe off him other than friendliness, but did the conversation seem to be slightly more flirtatious? I was genuinely confused by all this and thought it time to wrap things up, so asked about my Fathers items. 

"Oh, they are in the bedroom" he said, and invited me up and to bring my drink with me. 

Once in there Paul directed me to a box on the bed. Sure enough in there were a few of my old man's things, but nothing too exciting. As a looked through the contents Uncle Paul came and stood very close to me. I assumed he was looking into the box as well but when I glanced up I found he was staring at me in an odd sort of way. I was about to ask him if he was OK when he reached out and took my hand. 

I was perplexed by all this, and then stunned when he guided my fingers to the front of his jeans, where there was now a tight bulge. This was totally unexpected, and instinctively I pulled my hand away and stepped back. After all, keep in mind that I had known him my entire life and considered him very much part of the family.

“Are you mad?” I asked him. He looked a little confused for a moment, then blurted out “I’ve seen you”. “What the fuck are you on about?” I replied, getting a bit annoyed at this odd behaviour if I’m honest.

Speaking rapidly he said “I’ve seen you, in the woods. I’ve been watching you. I saw you last week sucking that strangers cock. I wanted you”. Oh hell, now the penny dropped. 

I told him I thought he was straight (stupidly because after all I was not out, and why would I even know his sexual preferences?) but he shook his head and took a step closer “No, it’s always been men” he said, moving towards me until there was only a few inches separating us. 

I was about to say something when he quickly leaned in and planted a kiss fully on my mouth. My first thought was “holy crap, this is too weird”, but then immediately after, as my mouth opened a little and his tongue touched my lips, I realised that it actually felt good. I started to kiss him back, still amazed at how this had developed, but now over the shock and starting to enjoy myself. 

We wrapped our arms round each other as the kissing became more passionate and I felt his erection push against my own swelling cock. We broke off from kissing to throw our clothes to the floor and clear the bed, before laying down to recommence kissing. 

Our hands were all over each other, and soon mine found my way to his rigid prick. At the first touch he groaned into my mouth, and thereafter quickly pushed me down the bed. I kissed my way down his body until I reached his groin. 

His cock a good 6”, uncut and nicely thick and veiny. I rolled the foreskin back with my hand to reveal that he was already wet with his juices, so I first used my tongue to clean him up. From the moment I touched him he began groaning and whimpering with lust, and when I finally took him in my mouth his whole body shivered in excitement. 

Using my best oral technique I took my time bobbing my head, working up and down his shaft, sometimes taking him deep down my throat and other times just working the head with my lips and tongue. When my jaw began to ache I broke off to lick and suck on his inner thighs, and then moved to his balls. This sent him into new spasms of ecstasy. 

My hand was still clamped around his shaft and I felt the familiar pulse like swelling that indicated he was about to cum. I only just managed to get my lips over the tip of his cock as he exploded into my mouth. There were only two spurts of spunk but the quantity was amazing, such that I could not swallow it quickly enough and coughed some out.

Uncle Paul had gone rigid as he shot his load, but now he spread his legs wider, pushing my head down. I licked and sucked his balls but he wanted me further down still. My tongue licked at his taint, and finally arrived at his chosen destination. As the tip brushed against his puckered arse his moans turned into bellows of excitement, and this got louder as pulled him up and parted his arse cheeks with my hands to get face face deep into his crevice.

I spent some time rimming him, sometimes probing his willing hole with the tip, sometimes licking and rubbing up and down his crack. When I figured he was wet enough I also added a finger into the equation, which took him to even greater heights of excitement.

My cock was throbbing as I licked and sucked his arse, and I decided to see just how far he wanted to go. Pulling him up and wider by grasping the back of his knees I rubbed my rock hard dick up and down his saliva wet arse. His response was almost instant, as he grabbed his legs to pull them wide and begged me to fuck him.

I asked if he had a rubber but immediately he said no, he didn’t want that. Happy to comply I steadied my self with a hand on each of his thighs and pushed forward. He was quite tight so I only eased in a little at a time, but each time I hesitated he begged for more, until the head popped in and I was able to give him my full length.

We paused for a moment, and then at his insistence I started to fuck him with slow, deep strokes. At each thrust he let out another shout, but if I eased off he pushed back immediately to take more of me inside him. As the excitement grew for us both my fucking became harder and soon I was pounding way. 

As so often is the case we shifted slightly and my cock popped out of his ravaged hole, Uncle Paul however used this as an excuse to flip over onto his front and get on all fours. Penetrating  him from this angle was easier and soon I was banging away, grasping his hips to help with each thrust. I was reaching the point of no return and shakily asked where he wanted it. “Cum in me” he said unhesitatingly and in a few more thrusts I was happy to oblige. Finally exhausted and spent we both collapsed on the bed in a sweaty heap.

That was the first of many encounters with Uncle Paul. I think he found it both kinky and reassuring to be with someone he knew and trusted, and over time we experimented with things he had heard of or dreamed of but had never had the chance to act upon. Even when he finally found a lovely partner who he professed to love very much and came out, I would still get the occasional call asking if I could pop round when he was at home on his own…