Diary of a Teenage Hunk 12 (mm)
by Peterbilt
The Diary
Uncle Ed
Got another huge shocker today. I swear, sex is everywhere I turn, with the most unexpected people. Uncle Ed called and asked if I could help him out since my cousin is visiting his mother. He had a skid of landscaping blocks that needed to be carried to the side of the house and around back. Pay was all the beer I could drink. We got to talking and he told me Austin's Mom is complaining about him messing up her sheets and that Uncle Ed should talk to him about it. He told her to put a cum towel on his pillow. I laughed my ass off at that. With the beer and all the talk, I came out and asked him if he and Dad had ever messed around as brothers. He said they did. I was surprised and I wasn't, but I was glad to know it for some reason. Then he asked me if I ever messed around. I reminded him that I didn't have a brother, he said he meant like with Austin. I had to admit that we had. I also told him about Austin losing his virginity and getting laid five times and getting his first blowjob on my graduation night. He laughed his ass over that. I didn't tell him that I'd fucked his son. Odd thing was, Uncle Ed got all boned up talking about it. He went around back to get us another beer and when he didn't come back I went back to the patio to check on him. He was standing there drinking a beer and acting sorta strange. The he asked me if I got all boned up like he did, when we were talking about him and my Dad and about Austin. I told him I did. He groped me!! He talked about missing those times with his brother, my Dad, and said they used to joke about him getting all the brains and my Dad getting all the brawn and the cock. One thing led to another and then Uncle Ed was feeling me up and taking down my jeans and shorts and started blowing me. He was really shocked when I told him I sucked cock too. He didn't believe me, said I was straight. I turned around astraddle his chair with my butt in his face and told him I would show him and suck his cock but he had to rim me at the same time. He did. There was only one problem. Austin came home unexpectedly, walked in on the patio and caught us. Tense moments, but it worked out okay. Uncle Ed knows ALL about me and Austin now; knows that I fucked him. I kinda wonder now if Uncle Ed and Austin might have sex together.
Uncle Ed
Brandon was surprised to get a call from his Uncle Ed, Austin's Dad. His cousin, Austin, had gone to visit his Mom for a few days and Uncle Ed needed some help with a landscaping project he was working on.
"I've got a shit-load of material in my driveway actually about three shit-loads and I would like to get it moved, if you've got time to come over and help out. All the beer you can drink, as long as you can stay on your feet, and the pay's not bad either."
"Hell, Uncle Ed, you don't have to pay me, the beer will be enough," Brandon said. "I'll be right over."
"Dress light, it's gonna be hot," Uncle Ed told him.
"How about if I don't dress at all?" Brandon said, laughing.
"Okay by me, but it might get you arrested, we're going to be out front."
Brandon drove up to find his uncle already hard at work. He had his shirt off and was loading landscaping stones into a wheelbarrow off of a skid. Brandon paused for a moment before getting out just to watch the man's thick muscles bulge and ripple. His Uncle Ed was a stud. He and his own Dad were a lot alike but he never saw his Dad in the same way he saw his uncle. He hadn't thought of his uncle that way either, till they had come for his graduation and they had all been able to spend time together and Brandon got to know him better. And, he couldn't help wondering about his Uncle, after the time he had with Austin.
He got out of his truck and slammed the door. Ed rose up and looked around.
"Damn, am I glad to see you," he said, pulling out a blue bandanna to wipe the sweat off his face and neck.
Brandon laughed. "Well, hey, Uncle, it's nice to see you, too."
"Pardon my saying so, but I meant those muscles," Ed said.
"Where do you want me to start?" Brandon asked eagerly.
"Well, for starters, these red landscaping bricks need to go out back, the others need to go there, and over there on the other side of the house, under the windows. That's where I'm making flowerbeds. Take your choice."
"Why don't you let me wrestle that wheelbarrow around for a while, it looks like you've been at it a while," Brandon said.
"Do I look that tired and worn out already?" Uncle Ed asked, laughing.
"No, not at all, but the ass end of your jeans is soaked with sweat that's run down your back," Brandon said.
"Didn't know you were into noticing other guys' butts, Nephew," Ed joked.
They worked together, meeting at the skids of stones and bricks that were in the driveway, talking about sports and school and Ed's job, and about Austin visiting his Mom, for those few minutes it took Brandon to load the wheelbarrow.
"His mother pulled him away at a real inopportune time," Ed said.
"His visit with his Mom was scheduled, wasn't it? Maybe you ordered this stuff delivered at an inopportune time. You know he would be out here busting his butt for you if he were here," Brandon said.
"I know he would. He's a great kid. I wasn't really complaining. Fact is, I miss him."
"I know he misses you, too."
"I just hope she doesn't spoil him too much, or worse, baby him," Ed said.
Brandon laughed. "If she does, you'll whip it out of him when he gets home," he said.
"She just can't accept that he's growing up." Ed stopped to wipe sweat again. "You know what she said a couple of years ago when he was going to visit? She told me I needed to have a talk with him about soiling her sheets. That's the word she used, soiling."
"What do you mean, soiling the sheets?" Brandon asked.
"Same way boys have been messing up their sheets for thousands of years."
"Oh," Brandon said, laughing quietly.
"I told her to get over it, the boy jacks off. Hell, put a towel on his pillow. She got pissed as hell over that. She said I should've taught him not to do that sort of thing."
"You must've laughed your ass off over that."
"I did. She hung up on me."
"Did Austin soil the sheets, do you know?" Brandon asked.
"I don't know, I didn't mention it to him," Ed said. "I mean, how do you tell a teenage boy not to jack off. It's inherent in their genes. Can you imagine your Dad saying something like that to you?"
"Oh, I can imagine him saying it, but he would be laughing his ass off, just like you did. But hey, Uncle Ed, mothers aren't cut out of the same cloth as dads. How are they supposed to know or understand anything about a boy becoming a man."
"Duh! She was married to one," Ed said.
"Cut her some slack. She's his Mom," Brandon said. "I think you handled it right, not saying anything to him about it. By the way, do you lay towels on his pillow?" he asked with a sly grin.
"Matter of fact, I did, once. After that he had sense enough to get his own towels."
"Well, that's something my Dad never did for me," Brandon said.
"Oh, you just soil the sheets, huh?" Ed said.
"No, I eat the evidence," Brandon said, laughing. His uncle punched him in the shoulder.
They worked for another half hour, trading off on the wheelbarrow a couple of times.
"You said something about beer," Brandon reminded him.
"Yeah, sorry. I'll get it," Ed said.
Ed went around to the patio and got two beers out of the refrigerator. Brandon unloaded the wheelbarrow then joined him under the big maple tree in the front yard.
"I think it's going pretty good," Brandon said, eyeing the now-partial skids that sat in the driveway.
"It's going great," Ed said. "I don't know what I would've done without you. I really appreciate you helping me out."
"No problem, I didn't have anything else planned."
"And I know you like to stay physical," Ed said.
"Well, there are a lot more fun ways of staying physical," Brandon drawled.
"You've been getting a lot of attention, though," Ed said.
"What do you mean?" Brandon asked with a scowl.
"I didn't think you noticed," Ed said, laughing. "Every car that's gone by has slowed to a crawl just to watch you. One guy almost ran up over the curb and hit the light post."
Brandon just snorted laughter then smiled and gulped his beer.
"But you're probably used to that kind of attention," Ed said.
"Yeah, but I usually notice," Brandon joked.
There was a lull in the conversation, then Brandon asked, "Can I ask you something, Uncle Ed?"
"Sure, ask me anything."
"It's personal."
"Then I might choose not to answer, but go ahead and ask."
"Did you and my Dad ever mess around when you were kids?"
Ed blinked over the top of his beer bottle and a tight smile came across his handsome face.
"I told you it was personal," Brandon said.
"Wow. You think?" Ed said, laughing. "Yeah."
"Yeah...you did?" Brandon asked.
"Hell, yeah, we were brothers. I wouldn't trust a brother who didn't. But hey, you can't ever tell him I told you that."
"I won't."
"What prompted you to ask?"
"I've just been curious, don't ask me why."
"How about you?" Ed asked.
"I don't have a brother," Brandon said in a droll tone.
"I mean with other boys. Like Austin, maybe."
"I don't know if I should answer that."
"You just did."
"No, I didn't. I was just putting you on."
"No you weren't," Ed said. "You had a guilty look on your face."
Brandon chuckled. "Did I. Okay. It just happened, though, when you guys came for my graduation."
"What happened?"
"I'll tell you if you tell me about you and Dad."
Ed related several stories about himself and Brandon's Dad messing around when they were boys, then Brandon told him about Austin and himself. Most of it. He didn't tell him about taking his cousin's cherry.
"This is kinda weird, talking to you about stuff about Austin," he said.
Ed looked down at himself, between his knees that were cocked up. "What's even more weird is, I'm getting all boned up talking about it," he said, laughing.
"Well, I'm sure you haven't forgotten how to take care of that, Uncle Ed," Brandon chided him, laughing.
Suddenly Ed got to his feet. "I'm going to get us another beer," he said as he strode across the yard.
Brandon watched him walk around the corner of the house. He waited for a short time for him to come back with the beer. When he was gone a bit longer he got up and went around back. He found his uncle in the patio, leaned back against the railing with a half empty beer bottle dangling from his fingers.
"Uncle Ed? I thought you were going to get us another beer."
"I drank yours. I'm working on mine," he said, holding up the bottle by the neck.
Without asking, Brandon went to the refrigerator to get himself another one. When he turned around he saw Ed had gone over to sit in the lounge chair. Brandon started to step over him to get to the other chair. As he straddled his chair, Ed spread his legs out to prevent him from stepping over him. Brandon stood with his feet planted wide on either side of the chair, and took a sip of his beer as his uncle smiled up at him. It was the first inkling Brandon had that his uncle might be trying to start something, and it surprised the crap out of him. It surprised him even more when Ed reached up and gave his crotch a quick grope.
"How about you, did you get all boned up when we were talking about you and Austin, and me and your Dad?"
"More or less," Brandon replied.
He reached up for another feel. "Feels like more."
Brandon quickly reached down and clasped his hand over Uncle Ed's hand before he could pull it back and pressed it against his bulge.
"Would've been more if we hadn't stopped talking," he said.
"Did you have more to tell?" Ed asked.
"No. Look, are we just horsing around, Uncle Ed, or is this gonna turn into something serious?" he asked boldly, laughing, as he kept his uncle's hand pressed tightly against his bulge.
"I don't know, feels pretty serious," Ed said as he took a long draw from his beer.
Brandon eased his hold and then moved his own hand altogether. Uncle Ed's hand stayed in place and he began squeezing the meaty bulge.
"What the fuck are we doing, nephew?" Ed asked hoarsely.
"You tell me, you started it," Brandon said.
"I miss those times with your Dad."
"I guess I could stand in his place," said Brandon.
"Sure feels like you could. He was hung like a horse, too, even as a teenager."
"Yeah, I know, he still is."
Ed laughed. "We always joked about how I got all the brains and he got all the cock."
"He's big."
"Do you match him?" Ed asked.
"If this isn't just horsing around, why don't you find out?"
"You're okay with it, huh?" Ed asked.
"Hell, yeah."
"You've done this before, besides with Austin, I mean."
"Yeah."
"I haven't done anything like this since I was in the Army. Seeing you, us talking about shit, reminded me how much I miss it."
"That's a long time," Brandon said. He undid the top button of his jeans, hoping to give his uncle some encouragement.
Uncle Ed took the hint. He set his beer bottle on the table and used both hands to finish unbuttoning Brandon's fly. When his fly was open, Brandon shoved his jeans down off his hips. His white briefs bulged mightily with his growing cock.
"Fuck," Ed said in a whisper as he squeezed the meaty bulge "Fuck, how big does this thing get?"
"You're gonna find out," Brandon said.
"Am I going to be able to handle it?"
"I don't know, depends on what you wanta do, and how much you remember from the Army."
Ed pulled the briefs down, exposing a couple of inches of the root of his nephew's cock.
"Fuck, man, already it looks like a jaw breaker."
Brandon laughed.
Ed pulled the briefs half way down his thighs before his cock swung free.
"Holy Fuck! What do you expect me to do with all of that!"
Brandon laughed again. "Well, guys that can't handle it down their throat can usually take it up the ass," he said.
Ed looked up at him, wide-eyed. "You're telling me, you've had guys take this up their ass? Or are you just saying that so you think I'll try it?"
"You can try it or not, but I've fucked a lot of guys with it."
"Well, first things first, and that means one inch at a time," Ed said. "Shit, I'll be lucky to handle the head of it. Is your Dad this big?"
"I would guess so, from what I've seen."
"Godd, I would like to see him again, see how he developed."
Brandon twisted his hips around, causing his cock to swing back and forth. It smacked his uncle in the face. Then he lifted it in his palm, offering it to the older man. He brushed the head across his lips, making them glisten with his precum. Ed licked his lips.
"Mmnnn, I forgot how good that stuff tastes," he murmured. Then he opened his lips and let his young nephew shove his cock in his mouth. "MMMNnnnnnnn."
"Oh, fuck yeah. Don't feel like you've forgotten anything," Brandon said. He stood astraddle the chair and fed his uncle his growing cock. "If you wanta try to deep throat me, do it now, before I get all the way hard," he said, placing his hands on the top of the man's head. Ed craned his neck to look up at him. Brandon loved that view, of the older man, looking up at him like that with his mouth stretched around his big cock and that look of wonder in his eyes. He held firm to his head and pushed forward. He could feel his cock pressing against the tight constriction of his uncle's throat.
"You're gonna have to relax your throat. And I'm getting hard fast." He didn't know if he relaxed or not but when he shoved again, this time harder, his cock slipped into Uncle Ed's throat. He choked and started to gag but Brandon moved his hands down and stroked each side of his neck. "You can take it, Unc...just concentrate...it ain't gonna kill you. Yeah, ease down on it...ohh, man, you're doing it...fuck, you only got a couple of inches to go...Ohhhh, yeah, Unc. You took it all! Ohh, fuck that feels awesome! Just hold it there as long as you can, let my cock get hard in your throat."
He put his hands back on his uncle's head to encourage him to stay on his cock. He was getting red in the face. After a moment, when he tried to pull back, Brandon held him for a few seconds more before he let go of his head.
"Whew!" Ed gasped. "Fuck, Brandon, you trying to kill me?"
"I told you it ain't gonna kill you. It's mind over matter," Brandon said, laughing as he wiped the drool off of his uncle's chin.
"And what would you know about it? Have you ever been choked on a big, stiff cock?"
Brandon smiled as he stroked his cock in his uncle's face. "Matter of fact.......," he said.
"Come on, you're straight," Uncle Ed scoffed.
"So are you, aren't you?" Brandon said.
"Well, I like to think I am. But then there are moments like this," Ed said. "Come on, Brandon, have you really sucked cock?"
"Yeah, I have."
"I don't believe you."
"Want me to prove it?" He didn't want for an answer. "Take your cock out, Unc," he said as he stepped aside and took off his shorts and briefs, leaving himself naked from the waist down. Uncle Ed scrambled to undo his jeans. Brandon straddled the chair, this time with his back to his uncle, and helped him tug his jeans and shorts down. His cock was already standing at attention.
"Damn, Unc, looks like you got your share of Grandpa's genes," he said, taking hold of the throbbing cock. He looked over his shoulder as he was bending over. "I'm gonna do this under one condition. You gotta rim me while I give you head."
"Nephew, Fucker, if you give me a blowjob, I'll crawl up inside your tight little ass and eat it from the inside out."
"Don't forget you said that," Brandon said. Then he bent down and took his uncle's cock in his mouth.
"Ohhhh, Shit!" Ed cried. He stopped his eyelids from fluttering and gazed at his nephew's ass right in front of him. He folded his hands around the taut, smooth butt muscles and pulled them apart even wider. "Fuck, this looks good," he whispered. Brandon eased his butt back to meet his uncle's face. Ed began licking up and down the inside slopes till he touched the tight hole. He heard Brandon moan around his cock. He began licking the hole, pulling it open with his fingers. He waited till it was relaxed and gaping open before he drove his tongue through it. Brandon groaned louder. Ed tongue fucked him for several minutes while he entertained the impossible dream that he might fuck the hunky teenager. At the same time he thought of Brandon's remark that guys who couldn't deep throat him could usually take his big cock in their ass. Just the thought of it made his asshole twitch and tighten,
"Dad!! Brandon!!"
The two froze for a second then Brandon rose up and stepped over the lounge chair, reaching down for his clothes.
"Austin!"
"Oh, Shit!" Ed groaned.
"Damn, what're you guys doing?"
"Austin.....Son......" Ed couldn't get his words out. He wiped his wet face with the back of his hand then struggled to get his jeans closed.
"No need to explain, Dad," the boy cut in, sounding hurt and angry. He looked at Brandon. "Shit, I leave for a few days and you seduce my Dad! I wasn't enough for you?" He sounded more shocked than angry.
"I didn't exactly seduce your Dad," Brandon said as he was pulling his jeans up. He didn't bother with his briefs, he stuffed them in his back pocket.
"That's true, Son. I'm afraid I initiated it, in a weaker moment."
"Austin...hey, I haven't told your Dad everything," Brandon cautioned him.
"Haven't told me what?" Ed asked Brandon as he got up from the chair
"Nothing. Unless he wants to tell you," Brandon replied.
"What?" Ed asked his son. "What hasn't he told me?"
"That he got my cherry. He fucked me."
Ed looked at Brandon with shock and disappointment. Brandon suddenly felt ganged up on.
"Hey, it was about to happen again. Like father, like son," he said, holding up his hands defensively.
"Okay, wait. There's no need to get all bent out of shape," Ed said. "I guess it's on the genes." He looked at Austin. "You said Brandon got your cherry. Does that mean he took it, forcibly, or did you give it up willingly?"
Brandon eyed his cousin, waiting for his reply. "Don't throw me under the bus, cousin."
"I gave it up," Austin said with a sigh. "I enjoyed it. And I'm glad I came home when I did, cause now, after what I saw, you can't hate me for being gay."
Ed went over and took the boy in his arms and hugged him tight. "Austin....Son, I couldn't hate you if you were green and gay and had three noses. When will you kids understand that we love you, no matter what." He inched back and tilted Austin's head up by his chin. "I don't care if you're gay, Son. I don't care if you enjoyed losing your cherry. I just want you to be happy. So if you're happy being gay, I'm happy having a son who is gay."
"Are you gay, Dad?" he asked.
"No, I wouldn't put that label on myself. What you saw...well, I guess you could say I'm a little diverse."
Brandon chuckled.
"I wouldn't call having your face buried in your nephew's ass just diverse," Austin said.
Brandon laughed as he picked up his beer. He finished it off and set the bottle on the deck railing. "I think we're all okay, I'm going to get back to work. You came home at the wrong time, Cousin, and I don't mean because you caught us. Did you see those skids of landscaping blocks and bricks out there in the driveway? If you hadn't bugged out, I wouldn't even be here, and none of this would've happened. So you see, it's all your fault."
Austin looked at his Dad. "Can I say, 'fuck you' to him?"
Ed shrugged.
"Fuck you," Austin said.
Brandon laughed. "We can talk about that," he said. Then he said, "Hey, I gotta ask you something."
"What?"
"When you were at your Mom's....did you soil the sheets?"