Big Uncle George

[michaeldavid]

 

I've decided to come out from lurking with slightly fictionalized stories of my awakening and exploration of muscle as a pleasure source. The basis of every tale is true and my feelings real. Since many experiences were orgasms unrequited but awesome wanking fodder for me, I'll make sure something happens to take you over the edge. ?

 

I intend these to be short and quick and to tap into your memories. I'd love to hear of your similar 'Real Men.'

 

Big Uncle George

 

The very first man I admired for being manly, the first man that made me realize I could be something more masculine than my pre-pubescent body was indicating also happened to be my uncle. Uncle George didn't come around much. Only years later did I learn he was gay. I mean, I wasn't at all sexual myself yet, so I wouldn't have comprehended either his preferences or the reasons my kind, but heavily evangelical Christian parents didn't include him frequently.

 

When he did come for Christmas or another family celebration, he always brought gifts. He was 'single' and always shared his house with a college-aged roommate that was always with his own family during the holidays. I remember every few years George seemed to get a new roommate. After all, one guy would finish school and move off for a job or something. I was a little jealous of the kids that got to be around him. I looked forward to the day I might live with him while in school. 

 

My dad was no wimp or girlie dude, but George was so many things my dad wasn't. My dad had broken his cheek in some really rough moments during college intramural tackle football (no gear) and the surgeon had told him he better not wrestle with kids, play contact sports - even things like basketball - so he never horsed around with me nor did I see him achieving anything athletic. He was a good provider and never mistreated me and supported all I did. 

 

But he never seemed to be a 'man.' Some of the other kid's dads were 'men.' There didn't seem to be gender in my house, necessarily. And certainly NO sexuality. 

 

Except when George came around. George was just a bit taller than my father's six feet but very much thicker. He was balding from all the testosterone in his body. That hair sprouted elsewhere though. He had hairy forearms and a little chest hair always shown at the top of his shirt. He often wore shorts and his legs were just ...big. I know that my perspective as a young man around ten made every adult big, but I never recognized it in anyone else. George was the first man in my life that seemed thick and beefy and masculine and strong and kind and powerful and funny. I didn't know half of those words then, but I know I felt them. I recognized them in this alpha. 

 

I know now that's exactly what he is. Alpha. I got to enjoy several fun moments of adult interaction years later that I'll touch on later. He is a top only. His boys are always twinks and he is not domineering all the while being entirely dominant. 

 

We would wrestle around when I was a kid. I didn't understand why his gravity physically pulled me. I loved to be near him. Being in the same room was really third rate compared to being tickled or held or rolled by him. But my favorite was when he would just pick me up and run across the lawn like I was a football. Or he'd toss me a bit above his head similar to a baby but call me his 'basketball,' so it wasn't insulting. His hands were so big! I was so safe and I knew it. Nothing to fear in George's hands. 

 

He always owned big, manly dogs and a drive big, manly truck but shopped the half-yearly sale at Nordstroms. He could use any power tool and constantly worked on home improvement successfully, yet his favorite thing to discuss about those projects was the colors or fabrics. 

 

All these things added to me wanting to be like George. It was quite overwhelming when he was near, and quite subconscious when he wasn't, but he was the culmination of the first time I recognized real man. 

 

Nearly two dozen years after these memories and admirations were formed, I had not lived with him during college. We talked less and less frequently simply because that happens in adulthood. To my surprise, I cane across my own uncle George on, of all places, Scruff. He wasn't someone who hid who or what he was. There he was, Alpha, big, mid-fifties, bald as the day is long, thick - some belly - and wanting to meet new men. 

 

I was still closeted to my family and identify as bisexual today. I hadn't had good occasion to see or speak to George in a few years, but I immediately felt the pull - now knowing that he was the kind of man I still wanted to become. And that I like to roll around a bed with, frankly. Strong, hard-working, generous, happy and solid even at 55. 

 

I said hello and sent photos of just my torso. I had been working out for the first time in my life for just over a year, having decided it was time to make in myself into what I craved in a man. 

 

He complimented my pic and I actually felt my insides jump a little. I was pleasing to my favorite uncle George without him knowing who I was and having that bias he would certainly show!

 

But NOW what to do? Was I really sexually attracted to him? As I considered it, probably not. Was I an admirer. Absolutely. Did I like his type and what he had always represented in my mind. Ding ding ding! That's it. I recognized for the first time in my life that he was my first real man. 

 

I fessed up. I didn't want him to feel weird; especially if we chatted long term without him knowing it was me. He had shown me truth and honesty long ago once I was old enough to understand sexuality and he certainly deserved it in return.

 

He seemed amused. He invited me over for dinner and a talk. 

 

That day came, I went to see uncle George. We had a big, robust and healthy hug. He grabbed at my arms, still not in his league, and told me how impressed he was. I dared, for the first time ever, to openly grab his hairy upper arms. God, there was a lot of meat there. Not all muscle or even super hard, but so much. He looked at me and asked if I wanted him to flex? 

 

"Hell, yes. Wanted to feel these guns for a lot of years."

 

His eyes twinkled with a combination of satisfaction and playfulness and he looked me dead in the eye, then at his arm. I tracked the same trajectory and was met with a great sensation. It wasn't what I saw, but what I felt that I loved. That arm hardened. It felt so strong, the way only life long worked muscles can feel strong. It was nearly electric. I thought and felt so many things in a brief instant. He rolled his wrist and made me recognize the head of the biceps moved and I was so thrilled. Some part of a little boy and some part of a muscle-admiring man met and frolicked in that big arm. 

 

But it was brief. He started to laugh, pulled me in for another hug to break the moment. I laughed too and told him he was still a big guy. He pulled me close again while he was telling me how proud he was of me, and I found my face was right against his chest, as he is taller, and I could actually smell his chest hair. I kind of wanted to just grab his pecs through the polo and put a whole mouthful in and probably bite harder than I should. He backed away and I almost fell over I was leaning into his being so far. 

 

We had dinner and discussed a lot of topics, only a few of which touched on sexuality or admiration of the male form. He liked being the bigger, stronger man, and I admitted I liked the exact opposite in a partner most of the time. He laughed and remarked how it was no wonder I found him on Scruff. 

 

After cleaning up a little and even having dessert, he told me he had a suggestion for easing my nerves I was still showing around him. 

 

"Let's go and watch some porn and jack off. An orgasm together without necessarily performing sex acts on each other might help you understand the kind of friendship we can have."

 

I was all in. I just wanted big. I wanted muscles. I wanted strength. I wanted to arch my back and growl while I clawed the two distinct halves of a real man's back. Or at least I wanted to imagine it while I worked myself over. 

 

He seemed so casual. Put in a VHS tape, which I did not let him get away with without technology mockery. He suggested we pull off our shirts and did so first. Not bad, I thought. 

 

"Still looking pretty good old man," I teased. 

 

He once again gave me a pretty full flex, this time as a most muscular. Very brief. Very much what I like. Then I ripped my shirt over my head and mock-flexed back and we laughed again. 

 

"I think you'll like this," he stated. 

 

"Let's go," I said as I deliberately took my already heavy meat and slapped it into a waiting palm, determined to show coolness with it all. 

 

The tape started and seemed very amateur and quite old. Vintage porn I thought...well, as long as the men are hot and I can keep sneaking peeks within the room, I'll be fine. I was determined to show my prowess by cumming first. 

 

An average looking, college-age kid appeared on screen doing a strip tease. Bummer. Not my thing. 

 

After what almost became too long, the camera was obviously being put down and adjusted on a desk or something for good viewing of the bed. The cameraman emerged from behind the lens and almost ran up and simply scooped the little one up with one arm. The boy responded by wrapping his legs around the much bigger man's waist. The man looked awesome and big from this angle. Hairy arms, legs and even his naked crack, but what excited me most was the tops of his traps and shoulders. Big balls of muscle topped with some dark hair. Almost pulsating as he was grinding the little guy a bit as he held him still. The man was almost inhaling the boy with aggressive kissing and I was hard as ever, beating furiously. 

 

"Like that," he asked?

 

"God, yes! Love big men," I gasped. 

 

Then the big man on screen spun the two of them around and many things happened at once:

*I noticed the little guy was thrusting his hips into the big man's abdomen like he was drilling for oil

*I saw the big man raise one arm (holding the other fellow with just one paw under, or rather mostly IN his ass) and FLEX the thing into a mound of mature muscle before he'd even fully turned

*I started to feel my orgasm coming and decided I was going to let loose rather than spend any time edging

 

And then, the big man boosted the little one higher on his hips and thrust forward so you could see the tip of his penis under the little guy, pointed right at the camera. I locked eyes with the guy on screen, he grunted and animalistcally proclaimed, "This is just for YOU," as he renewed the flex to great effect, threw his head back and came! Shot right under the other man's ass. Looked right at me again and grinned like he'd just won some kind of national championship.

 

I let loose a volley like I hadn't in some time and just sucked in air! I heard the man next to me scream,  "Fu-u-ck YES," and I knew he was cumming too. Once I recovered a little, I looked up to the screen to see my uncle George from many years ago, smiling at me while still holding his boy and then turned to look at the uncle George of now, and he grinned and smiled and huffed as we relaxed from our dual orgasms. 

[mjtunstall34]

vhs tape? oh please! lol good story hope for more?

[Stealthwolf]

Rarely do i respond to these. I'm a writer by profession and I tend to come on here to not really write myself, but enjoy others.

 

but this was a beautifully written story. Your prose are legit. You should really be proud. And great story, too. Awesome idea. All the best.

[arpeejay]

On 3/9/2017 at 10:43 PM, Stealthwolf said:

Rarely do i respond to these. I'm a writer by profession and I tend to come on here to not really write myself, but enjoy others.

 

but this was a beautifully written story. Your prose are legit. You should really be proud. And great story, too. Awesome idea. All the best.

Agreed! Great stuff!

[Bear]

Very good.  Very, very well written.  Good imagery & feeling.  Thank you for sharing it!