A Voice in The Dark

Not that you should ever make assumptions about a persons sexual preferences but I always assumed my Uncle Roy was as straight as they come. I mean I know for a stocky built bloke he gets more pussy than a cat rescue centre and he is never shy about talking about his conquests, often in very graphic detail, if not too detailed at times. There are some things as a gay man I would rather not hear about but that never stops him looking me in the eyes and telling me.

I had arranged to visit and stay over for a few nights as I had some work in the area. I assumed I would sleep on the couch but to my surprise as it came to time for bed he give me an option. "Listen man you can crash on the couch if you want or you can share the bed. There is enough space in the king size bed and you might get a better sleep, it is up to you".

I was thrown by the offer and I certainly was not expecting it.

"I don't mind", was all I could muster up sounding a little flustered. "Well if you don't mind it is just as easy to share the bed. Saves me having to get you clean blankets and stuff out the cupboard". All I could say was "OK".

I usually sleep in the buff but figured that would be inappropriate as I undressed down to my underpants before climbing into the large bed. The bed side lamp was on and I looked over to see Uncle Roy with his back to me as he slipped off his underwear exposing his chunky hairy ass before quickly climbing beneath the sheets. "No farting by the way", Uncle Roy said as he pulled the sheets up over him and reached for the light switch. I had fallen asleep and I don't know if it was the slight movements of the sheets that awoke me, like the fly that vibrates the web disturbs the spider, or if it was the whispers and groans that poured from his lips. Fuck, if I did not know better the dirty bugger was having a wank, with me laying beside him. I froze perfectly still not wanting him to be aware that I had awoken and was aware of his nocturnal activity "Oh yeah" I heard him whimper under his breath followed by "Feels good, feels so good man Oh fuck I love masturbating I love masturbating my penis man Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah Stroking my big erection man". His words were breathless erotic whispers that began to arouse me. Laying in the pitch dark of his room, in his bed, with the scent of him filling the air and hearing his breathing as he jerked off, naked beside me. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, oh fuck, oh yeah, oh yeah". He continued and I could hear the sound of his hand moving up and down his lubricated cock erratically as the sheets pulled and tugged. "Oh fuck I love this man, oh yeah, stroking my fucking penis man". His voice became laboured and I could sense the intensity from his voice as the whispers grew louder into spoken words "Fucking stoking my penis, oh fucking love my big cock, I love masturbating so much"! My own cock throbbed hard against the restriction of my underwear and I soon felt a wet patch where my cock head now leaked pre cum into the fabric. "Stroking my fat erect penis man, my big fat penis, feels so fucking good in my tight grip man" His words were still breathless and the passion behind them grew stronger. "I am going to spunk my load man, I am so close, so close, fuck yeah I am going to shoot my fucking spunk load". I felt a few erratic jerks from the mattress as his body tensed up and quivered in his last rigorous movements to release his seed...

There were several gasps followed by a stillness and just the sound of his shallow breathing. My cock ached, throbbing and pulsating as I felt the need for my own release, but I remained still, fighting back the desire to follow my uncles lead.