My Uncle Tony And Me – Hot Muscle Bears (Part 1)

I sat alone in the living room Friday afternoon. My parents had left that morning for a business trip and would not be back until Sunday night. Before they left, they’d told me that my Uncle Tony would be coming over to keep me company. Hell, I’d hoped I could invite a couple of fine females over. But I was usually cool with Uncle Tony. I had no idea that Uncle Tony would be a LOT more than company this weekend…

At around 4:00 p.m., the doorbell rang. I went to go get it. Opening the door, Uncle Tony came in. At age 35, he was only an inch or so taller than me. His hair was short and dark. His skin was slightly tanned, darker than me. And he, like myself, was VERY burly as well.

“Yo, Josh!” he said greeting me.

“Hey Uncle Tony,” I replied, grinning sheepishly.

“What have you been up to?”

“Shit, chilling,” I said. “Bored as hell.”

“Boredom is contagious,” he agreed, laughing.


He made himself at home over the next few hours. He decided to do his own thing. I went back upstairs to my room and watched TV. Around 8:00, I decided I’d go downstairs to see what he was up to. I got to the bottom step…and froze.

Uncle Tony was sitting on the couch smoking a cigar, and he had his shirt off. WHOA! My uncle was ripped as hell and I noticed that he had a considerable amount of body hair.

Now I was a tough, hyper-masculine guy who definitely liked women. But even so, I had always enjoyed watching videos on YouTube of shirtless guys smoking. The buff, hairy guys in particular turned me on, and every now and then I would jack my 11-inch cock while watching them blow their smoke out in such a hot way, showing off their body hair. Hell, I’d make my own smoking videos too, sitting there with my shirt off, puffing on a stogie, or taking drags from a Marlboro. Damn, I loved watching myself smoke, probably because I had a kind of a scruffy but virally sexy look about me. At age 17, I was about 6’1,” I had close-cut, dark brown hair, an eerily handsome face, and a hardcore, muscular body. Like the guys I watched on the Internet, I had a pretty decent amount of body hair as well, perhaps more than any 17-year-old guy should. So I started making my own videos of me smoking and put them on the Internet. Guys would then send me videos of them smoking and showing off their body hair. I particularly developed a love for hairy chests and especially hairy armpits, which usually got me hard as a rock…

Speaking of hard as a rock, I felt my dick rapidly growing in my pants as I watched my uncle toke his cigar. My eyes roamed his chiseled, hairy body, and followed the smoke as it was expelled from his nose and mouth…

I couldn’t take much more of this. I decided I’d just go get a drink and go back to my room…to give myself a handjob. I felt myself growing a little hot, so I quietly took my shirt off and threw it aside. I started walking towards the kitchen when he suddenly spoke.

“Hey kid, ya wanna wrestle?”

“Nah, maybe later,” I laughed. I kinda DID want to wrestle with him though…

I didn’t see him snuff out his cigar or come up behind me, and suddenly he grabbed me and slammed me onto the floor.

“Ah, you motherfucker!” I laughed. We wrestled and grappled around for about ten minutes. All the while though, I felt my cock twitching in my jeans. Rolling around on the floor with another masculine, hairy man was getting me aroused. But he was my uncle! That would be morally wrong! But even so, my lust intensified as we put each other into submission holds and whatnot. After ten minutes, we were sweating like hell. He tried to grab me again and I escaped. I started dashing to my room, laughing. But he followed close behind, and just as I got inside my door, he tackled me to the ground.

“Who’s the man NOW, buddy?” he yelled. “I just whipped your—”

He stopped dead in mid-sentence, as I saw his eyes move. We both looked down at the front of my jeans, where it was now obvious that my hard cock was about to rip through the denim.

“Well, well, WELL. What have we here?” he said. “Looks like big, bad Josh likes rolling around on the floor with buff guys!”

“Well, I—” I began.

“Shut up,” he said. Then to my surprise, he reached down and started rubbing my throbbing cock through my pants. I spontaneously moaned.

“Whoa, you’re a bad dude, getting hard for your uncle Tony,” he joked.

I laughed as he moved his hand up and started rubbing my hard, manly, hairy chest. ‘This is so wrong,’ I thought. ‘But I like it!’

“I know how to take care of this,” he said. He raised me to my feet and then pushed me onto my bed, on my back. He then got on top of me, straddling my groin area, where I felt my cock pushing against his ass.