Tossing off Uncle Barry

So this is it, my dirty little secret. Although from the title you have already figured out what it is, but I am guessing you want to know more and hear every detail so you can masturbate thinking about it as I still do all these years later, lay on my bed stiff aching prick in hand stroking. There we are at side by side on the leather sofa both wearing just our boxer shorts and watching late night horror movies, the coffee table littered with a series of unhealthy snacks that we have already scoffed our way half way through. I notice my Uncles head is tilted back, his eyes closed and mouth wide open as he lets out a deep guttural snore, and then my attention goes down to his groin and the narrow opening at the flap of his boxers that has been drawing my attentions all evening, no more than a mere fissure but enough to offer up a teasing glimpse of the pink flesh beneath. His stocky bulky torso is covered in a thick pelt of dark hair, a mass of loose layers of coils that also covers his tree trunk like thighs that are spread wide, but still I am drawn to that tempting bulge that is mostly obscured by the loose thin cotton and only hinted at where the loose fabric clings. I tell myself I am just going to take a quick peek and nothing else, my trembling hands reach out and open the fly, pushing the fabric apart and revealing more of his heavily veined manhood. I gaze for a while, fixated on his thick meaty shaft. But it is not long before my appetite demands more, my hunger increasing tenfold. His deep breaths indicate that he is out cold so carefully my fingers slip inside his boxer shorts, and delicately I handle and manoeuvre his fat juicy cock slowly, gradually pulling it free from its cotton enclosure, my breath held as I occasionally check to see if his eyes remain closed. I lay his limp malleable member down, 5 inches of thick flaccid shaft with an overly sized mushroom head mounted on the top. I stare in wonder and awe, daring to allow my index finger to trace the prominent curve of the helmet brim and against the gully that leads to the opening of the urethra. At first his penis remains motionless. Then a period of slow growth follows in which the flaccid member lengthens and becomes thicker in girth yet remains limp and lifeless. Then there is a sudden jolt, like an electric current has been passed through it. Further continuous smaller jolts make it move around like the second hand on a clock, a steady tick that swing it steadily around from the seven o'clock position to finally reach twelve as it lifts like a drawbridge, the true extent of his size now visible. It is intimidating as it makes my own stiff pecker feel small and insignificant, but irresistible as my hand reaches out and wraps around the beer can size circumference. Slowly my lightly gripped hand moves up and down, all 9 inches rigid and firm as the bulbous swollen head becomes fully engorged giving it a glossy marble like sheen. I can feel the blood coursing through the veins feeding the beast and making it pulse, a crystal clear glistening dew drop appearing at the slit and oozing its way free as I stroke. I am mesmerised by the sight and sensation of stroking his erect penis, watching my hand as I dare to grip tighter, forcing free the single droplet of pre cum that drizzles down and is soon replaced by another at the tip. I hear a light breathless groan which I ignore but a second louder groan makes my grip loosen and my hand pull away. I am not sure if he is in a semi dream state or aware of what is happening as his eyes remain closed and he speaks in a whisper "Don't stop, it feels good." His penis throbs causing it to bounce rapidly and one eye opens and looks at me "You can carry on if you want to, I don't mind" Now I know he is awake and the open invitation has been put right out there, I just need to decide whether or not I want to. It feels different knowing he is actually awake and I feel butterflies in my stomach that make me feel unsure. " It is up to you, do you want to?" Both eyes are now upon me, watching, waiting, anticipating my next move. Then his eyes close and his head slips back onto the headrest and my hand reaches out. "Yeah that is good" he gasps as my clenched hand yet again becomes the tight sheath that pleasures him, stroking slowly and firmly feeling a whole new level of exhilaration and excitement at the fact that he is very much awake and aware of my actions and even encouraging me. My motion increases and continues, never tiring or wearing as I remain fascinated by his size. Wanking off my Uncles penis and feeling so excited at the prospect of making him spunk his load. Finally his laboured breath suggests he is close and this only makes me increase the speed at which I stroke with a sense of urgency. His body quivers and his groans become loud, and then it happens, not a fountain of spray but a thick white flow that oozes out the opening and dribbles down, like an immense lava flow it descends down over my hand and fingers as more floods out. When his large body stops quivering and I stop stroking my hand looks like it is coated in a thick layer of icing that clings to my skin. He is spent and relieved of his nut juice, panting and sighing as he grins wow I needed that he says. What is your dirty little secret?