Now there was no turning back. I'd always thought Uncle Roy was attractive – now I knew that he was beautiful and that I had to fuck him. If Mom ever found out about this, she'd shit, but I didn't plan to tell her. And even if Uncle Roy did, getting screwed by a cock like this would be worth catching hell for.
I looked into his face. He was ashy-white, his eyes dilated. It seemed as if his strong, assured manhood had suddenly deserted him. But that couldn't be. The portion of his manhood resting in my hot little fingers was definitely up to snuff.
"I'm going to suck your cock, Uncle Roy," I told him then.
"No – you can't…"
"I made it hard, so I think I'm entitled," and with that I pressed my lips to the swelling bulge of his prick-head. Uncle Roy groaned but he didn't tell me to stop.
I kissed my way up and down the exposed part of his dick, dwelling a long time on the flaring edges of his big knob. My fingers stole into his shorts to fickle the oversized balls. His eggs rolled inside their wrinkled sac and I felt his rod get even harder between my lips. Oh, this was no way to go about a blow-job! I needed to have all of his cock and balls where I could get at them!
"Stand up!" I commanded, still playing with his tool. When his ass touched the chair again, it was bare, and so was Uncle Roy from the waist down.
His crotch hair was a burnt-gold color, thick and soft. From its foresty mat his dick rose up stiff and fierce, the big balls dangling below. I took a gentle handful of his nuts, squeezing tenderly just to hear him moan, and I opened my mouth as wide as I could to suck his cock in.