The Uncle’s Apartment

After that wonderful night when I finally got to enjoy my ex-wife's uncle's amazing dick, the next day I texted him. I asked him if he'd enjoyed the experience. He said he'd never cum in the mouth of any woman he'd slept with, not to mention a man. He loved the sensation. He asked me if I liked it, and not wanting to give the impression I did it all the time, I was modest in my response.

- Look, uncle, you know it was actually good? I felt really comfortable knowing you have an open mind. I don't think I would have the courage to do it with anyone else.

He then said we should do what we want. Of course, I wanted to tell him his cock was delicious, his milk so sweet it tasted. But I contained my excitement and my naughtiness. I was still worried he'd pull away from me after that night. I tried to be as careful as possible with my words:

- But uncle, what if I feel like trying it again, how do we do it?

Uncle Beto was actually another bastard like me, he also didn't want to give in and admit that he loved being sucked by me, he was cautious with his words:

- We can schedule another day without any problems.

From then on, we were practically lovers. It's funny how the situation with Uncle Beto was completely different with my father-in-law. The truth is, they both enjoy a bit of banter, but Uncle Beto gave the impression of being more straight than his father-in-law. They're both womanizers, but with Uncle Beto, I had to create a whole atmosphere to come out to him. With my father-in-law, there was practically no word.

The week went by, and Uncle Beto didn't text me. Either he was afraid of giving too much away, or I was being too hasty. After all, I'd drunk his honey less than a week ago. I controlled my anxiety and didn't text. I got home and took a shower. My wife was home; she didn't have class that day. We had dinner and went to the living room. It was around 9 p.m. We were watching TV. My phone rang. It was Uncle Beto. My heart raced; I'd have to answer the call right there in the living room, along with my wife. Knowing her, if I got up and went to answer, she'd get suspicious and start interrogating me. I hoped Uncle Beto would be discreet with his words.

I answered the phone and Uncle Beto began the conversation with the typical good night, asking if I was okay, asking about my niece. I looked at her and replied that she was here with me in the living room. He sent her a hug, which I gave back; she sent one back. Formalities done, he explained the reason for the call:

- So Marcelo, I have the printer here and it doesn't want to work, what could be the problem?

Uncle Beto was never very tech-savvy, and it wasn't the first time I'd come to his aid after hours to try to solve his problems. They usually involved the internet, accessing his email inbox, and so on. This time, it was difficult to solve the problem over the phone. I tried to give him some tips, but the problem didn't work. He then asked if I could come over to his house to try to solve the problem, as he urgently needed to print some receipts. I said I would. He thanked me and ended the call.

I wasn't sure if Uncle Beto's suggestion was just an excuse or if he really was having computer problems. I then invited my wife to go with me to his apartment. She immediately rolled her eyes and said she was already in her pajamas and tired, clearly not in the least bit in the mood to go with me. I didn't insist and told her I'd go quickly and be right back, but that she didn't need to wait for me if she wanted to go to sleep. She usually went to bed early, already in bed around 10 p.m.; she woke up very early to go to work.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I was only wearing underwear, so I put on shorts and a t-shirt. I went into the living room, kissed my wife, got in the car, and drove to my uncle's house. He lived about 3 km from our house.

Since I met Uncle Beto, he lived in a beautiful house in a more remote neighborhood. After separating from his wife, he decided to buy an apartment downtown. He was afraid of living alone in that neighborhood. He had recently moved into this apartment. It was a new, newly built condominium, much safer than his home.

Arriving at the building, I went to the lobby, identified myself, and said I was there to visit Alberto Rodrigues. The doorman asked for a minute and called Uncle Beto to ask for permission to go up. As soon as the doorman confirmed, he let me in. Uncle Beto lived on the top floor of the building, the 22nd, apartment 2201. I took the elevator, arrived at his floor, looked to my left, and at the end of the hallway was the door to his apartment. I walked over, rang the doorbell, and a few moments later, the door opened, and Uncle Beto greeted me, wearing only silk boxer shorts. I immediately glanced at that extremely hairy bear. His protruding belly, his hairy chest, his broad shoulders—I was mesmerized for a few moments, admiring that fabulous image.

- Come in, nephew. Do you mind if I stay in my underwear? I usually stay naked at home. I put on my underwear because you were coming. I thought my niece would come too.

- Imagine, uncle, feel free, I was also just in my underwear at home.

I entered his apartment, passing right by Uncle Beto, smelling the scent of soap, as if he'd just taken a shower. I explained that my wife was tired and ready for bed, so she hadn't come.

- I told her not to wait up for me because you never know if these computer problems are quick or slow.

I looked around, admiring the apartment and praising it to my uncle. He then remembered that I had never visited him in that apartment. I always went to his house. Uncle Beto then made a point of showing me the entire apartment, room by room. He then led the way, and I followed. From behind, I admired his body. His butt was round and very beautiful, his thighs were thick, and his underwear clearly showed off his rear end and was slightly tucked into his crack, clearly showcasing the shape of that spectacular ass.

He showed me the bedrooms and the kitchen, and when he turned to me, I could clearly see his cock swinging inside his underwear, making my gaze fixated on that bulge. Uncle Beto easily noticed me staring at his package and didn't mind. On the contrary, he constantly grabbed his cock outside his underwear, seemed to be adjusting it inside, and I could tell he was getting excited, increasing its bulge even more. His cock was already sticking forward, leaving Uncle Beto in a panic.

Finally, after touring the entire apartment, we went to his computer, which was in a corner of the room. I sat in front of him, and Beto pulled up another chair right next to me. As soon as he sat down, a large bulge formed in his underwear; I could see part of his balls trying to escape. While he explained the problem with the computer, I hid and peeked at the hair on his balls, which was increasingly escaping.

I quickly discovered the problem; it was so simple that I wondered if Uncle Beto had actually called me to fix it. I ran a test print, and it worked perfectly. I showed him the problem so he could fix it himself next time.

- All right, uncle, everything sorted.

I said this to my uncle, placing my hand on his thigh as if in a friendly gesture. But instead of removing my hand moments later, I kept it there on his hairy thigh, smiling at him. He thanked me and went on to explain something about his job that, honestly, I have no idea what it was. I was just pretending to pay attention, but my attention was solely on that 6'1", 300lb bear. My hand moved up his thigh and got very close to his groin. My little finger then reached out and discreetly stroked his balls, which were already almost completely out.

Uncle Beto looked down a little surprised and looked back at me with a mischievous smile:

- Do you want to drink milk again?

I smiled, and moved my hand from his thigh straight to that bulge in his underwear, I grabbed his cock over his underwear that was already hard and asked:

- It seems like you want to give him milk, right?

- From the moment I opened the door for you!

Uncle Beto stood up from his chair, his cock completely hard. Tent pitched, it was beautiful to see that rod almost tearing his underwear. He called me to his room. I followed him immediately like a very obedient little slut. He reached the foot of the bed, pulled down his underwear, and bent over backward. His beautiful, round ass opened before me, revealing that hairy crack and that dark asshole, a beautiful little button.

He climbed onto the bed and lay down, his shaft already pointing to the ceiling. I quickly stripped off my clothes and jumped on the bed, desperate to suck that cock again. He had his legs spread, ready for me. I wasted no time and went straight for that dick, swallowing in one go, and his moan of lust was instantaneous:

- AAAAAAAAAAHHH, that's it, suck your uncle's cock nicely.

I sucked that cock with desire, grabbed his balls and squeezed them, I knew he loved it.

- YES, delicious, suck my balls!

I obeyed immediately, swallowing those huge balls, and my uncle moaned. He moaned loudly, feeling perfectly at home in his house. I went back to his cock and sucked it well. As I sucked, I smoothed his belly with both hands, rubbing his super-hairy chest; I loved stroking those silvery hairs. His nipples were hard, it was so hot. I'd been there for about ten minutes, sucking that thick, circumcised cock, massaging his glans with my tongue. He then bent his legs and raised his hips slightly, almost in a roast chicken position. I couldn't believe it, but it seemed like he wanted to give me his ass to suck. Was I really that lucky?

I was having doubts. In my mind, my uncle was still straight, so I put my dick aside for a moment and went back to sucking his balls. I didn't want to go straight to his ass for fear of his reaction. I sucked for a few moments and then licked his balls. I moved to his groin, and he moaned more and more. His legs seemed to lift. He definitely wanted my tongue in his ass.

I ran my tongue down his perineum, that area between his balls and his anus. Success! He let out an even louder moan. I was definitely in the right place. There was no reason to delay any longer. I placed my hands on his thick, hairy thighs and forced his legs up. He helped with a small push, and his little button revealed itself to me. As soon as I looked at him, I noticed him wink. An invitation more than accepted.

First, I ran my tongue along the hairy crack, skimming over those soft folds, then rubbed my nose all over the area, inhaling the scent of that little ass. It smelled incredibly sweet, just a faint, delicious scent of sweat. Uncle Beto had definitely been prepared. It was my duty to reward him for his attention to his little hole. I was salivating with desire, so I stuck my tongue in and kissed that asshole thoroughly. I slipped my tongue inside those folds that parted to allow my passage, sucking up all the delicious juice that oozed out, a mixture of my saliva and the honey from his ass. Uncle Beto was delirious with pleasure; I realized I would have to spend more time there. I needed a more comfortable position for both of us.

I lowered his legs, and with the slightest attempt to turn him over on the bed, Uncle Beto himself had already understood the process and promptly turned on all fours, lifting that hairy ass and leaving that gaping hole open. His asshole was wide open, eight inches from my face, winking with lust. My cock dripped with desire. I thrust my face back into that hairy crack, simultaneously slapping my hands on either side of that ass, which produced that characteristic clapping sound, and I spread each side of his ass, spreading his asshole even wider and releasing that innermost part of his ass. I finished sucking on that asshole so much.

Every now and then, I'd take a hand off my ass and examine my cock. It was throbbing hard, a great sign you're doing the right thing. I then began alternating between his cock and his ass. I'd pull his cock back and suck it, then return to his ass and tongue-fuck him, swallow a ball and bite it, and he'd scream in pain and lust. I started jerking off. I was so horny, little by little my honey was spreading all over my glans. That bear wasn't going to be satisfied with just my tongue. I squeezed my cock, and more honey came out. Now I was the one who couldn't take it anymore, sucking that little ass. I gave my last vigorous sucks and left his asshole quite drooling. I lifted my body, and my cock was exactly level with Uncle Beto's crack. I began rubbing the head of my cock against that hair, moving it up and down that area, rubbing my head against that little hole over and over.

The veins on my cock were bulging, I positioned the tip at the entrance and forced it in. The head went in so softly, I immediately felt the warmth of that little ring embracing my cock. That delicious moan every top loves to hear was palpable. Uncle Beto even lifted his head to groan loudly. I waited for my ass to recognize the intruder so as not to traumatize it, and I slowly moved back and forth. Uncle Beto lowered his chest to the mattress, as if to say, "FUCK ME!" And before I could even ram my rod into that polar bear, his arms stretched back, his hands gripped my thighs, and he forced his ass against my cock. Then it was my turn to moan loudly as I felt that burning ass warm my cock. He didn't moan, he roared:

- AAAAAAAAAAIIII HOW DELICIOUS DAMN!!!

From then on, I began to pound that big ass with gusto. With each thrust, Uncle Beto asked for more, telling me to thrust harder and deeper. At that moment, I wanted at least another 2 inches of cock. But I knew that even with his request, he was already enjoying being ass-fucked by his favorite nephew.

It didn't take me long to cum, I was so horny. After just over 5 minutes of fucking my wife's uncle, I started to feel myself cumming and told my uncle.

- I'm going to cum, uncle, I'm going to cum!

- Fill your uncle's ass with cum Marcelo, cum deliciously!

My uncle barely had time to ask for milk before I started roaring and dumping my cum deep into that wonderful ass. To finish me off, Uncle Beto gave my cock a few little asshole twists, and I moaned even more each time. My cock softened and slipped out of his ass. I lay down beside him, and he turned over on his back. His cock throbbed hard as my cum dripped from his ass.

After I cum, I have a serious problem: my strength fades, I lose my desire, but it would be really naughty if I didn't make that bear cum, so I gathered my strength and fell on my uncle's cock and sucked it. I confess that I wasn't enjoying it as much as I had at the beginning, but I did my best, and it wasn't long before Uncle Beto started praising me and moaning loudly.

- Oh Marcelo, how delicious, it doesn't stop, it doesn't stop, it DOESN'T STOP!!

My mouth flooded with milk, and I tried to swallow, but my palate couldn't accept that cum that had seemed sweet the other day. I squirted all that creamy milk onto Uncle Beto's cock, smearing his hair, his balls, and dripping down his slit. I later regretted wasting that nectar, but many who read this far will understand why I didn't swallow.

Uncle Beto already had a towel by the bedside and cleaned himself up. We enjoyed the moment for a few minutes, and then I got up to leave. Uncle Beto didn't comment on his passive attitude, and I didn't say anything either. He enjoyed the ass, but perhaps out of machismo, he thought it was only for gay men. I don't blame him; it's a very common taboo in our society.

I got dressed and said that if his computer had problems again, don't hesitate to call me.

He laughed and walked me to the door, not even bothering to put on his underwear. He was completely naked.