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Explicit Gay Erotic Stories in Italian for Adults
Manuel García
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InDEX
Imprint
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InDEX
4. The neighbor
5. Services
6. My Uncle
Acknowledgements
4. The neighbor
My aunt lived with her husband in a suburb of the city. This town had a beach, so it was customary for my family to go there every summer. They were a mature married couple but hadn't been together very long, about 7 years. My uncle was about 56 years old at the time. He is a serious man and our relationship was a little cold, they didn't have kids, but with my brothers and sisters I had enough to enjoy. My aunt was happy to have us over to her house, she prepared food and activities for all of us ahead of time. Like I said, I went a week after my family because I had late exams.
I tried to act like I was business as usual, but the truth was that this train had unleashed a lust in me that I had never known before. I had the conductor's paper in my pocket and I looked at it from time to time trying to decide if I should go or not. It was very risky, the man was a stranger who had raped me, but I couldn't stop thinking about his huge cock. At night I would masturbate, remembering all the people who had enjoyed me on that train. I would stick my fingers in my anus and fuck myself. It was amazing how much rectal capacity I had. Despite all the damage they had done to me I had recovered perfectly and had not bled at any time.
It was obvious that I had a championship ass, I was born to be penetrated. However, my instincts had been overstimulated, a fuse had been lit that I could put out. I spent the day horny fantasizing about repeating something like that. I guess that's why I went to look at the only male I could have in the house, my uncle. He wasn't very handsome but had a good body for his age and was very morbid.
He was the typical mature guy who goes to the pub on Sundays with his friends to play a game and watch all the soccer on TV. Like I said, if it wasn't for my recent experiences, nothing would have happened, but I started to lust after my uncle. Watching TV together, eating together, sleeping under the same roof? Morbid desire took hold of me. The man and I had never gotten along very well, he was a little grumpy, but that made him tougher and more attractive. Because of the heat, he often didn't wear a shirt, and neither did I, and I would sneak up on him to feel the warmth of his body.
Whenever I could, I was with him in activities that might involve physical contact. My attitude would have been considered normal except that he and I had always been distant. I offered to help him build a closet for the deck he was making in the warehouse. So I stayed in a small room very close to him. The physical labor and heat made him sweat, so I was able to enjoy the smell of his sobaquera on many occasions and on others the touch of his hands on my skin. I became a fetishist for his sweaty clothes.
When he didn't notice, I grabbed his shirt in the corner and sniffed it ecstatically. I also rummaged through the laundry basket looking for his dirty underwear. I borrowed them on several occasions. I would put them on my face and inhale deeply. I especially liked his pants, which I licked. Then I would masturbate with his clothes on or his pants on my tongue. I also hid a particularly dirty and sweaty pant in my suitcase, as if it were a treasure, since it had what appeared to be dried cum stains, a strong urine smell on the front and a strong male anus smell on the back. But as with anything you always want more.
It was clear to me that I needed to see my uncle's cock. So I started looking for the opportunity and it came to me in the most random way. One day I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and found him pissing. I apologized to him but he told me it was okay, to go inside. Then through the mirror I could see him squirting his yellow stream. I was turned on by her dark color and those strong hands holding her. When she was done she started shaking it. I didn't miss a thing. After he put it away he came over to me and took the soap off my hands and washed them too.
I thought a lot about my uncle's cock. I wanted to take a closer look but it was unwise. But luck smiled on me again the next day when my uncle took a shower. It was just the two of us at home while the others were out shopping. I stayed to be near him. I could hear the water running. Then he shouted my name calling me. I went into the bathroom.
- Hey nephew, I'm out of gel. Open the sink cabinet and get me another bottle.
I obeyed what he told me. I picked up the container and pulled back the curtains a bit. I almost had a seizure. My uncle was in a dive. The water was running down his body and his groin was less than a foot from me. He had soap in his eyes from the shampoo and was holding them closed as he lathered his head. I used those precious seconds to memorize every pore of her skin. Then I acted normal.
- Here you go, buddy - And I left the container in the corner of the bathtub as I leaned in close to her sex.
I came out of that bathroom very excited and very confused, I didn't know what was wrong with me, why my mind was getting clouded like that if I had always been on bad terms with him.
When my uncle came out of the bathroom he asked me to run an errand. He had to ask his neighbor for a sander. This didn't amuse me, because I knew from other summers I had spent there that the man was strange. He was a single man without many ties to the neighboring community. He was a strong, fat man, about 60 years old, with gray hair and extremely hairy. His arms were covered in thick, curly black hair and through his open shirt there was always a tuft of hair covering his chest. The back of his neck was equally hairy and you could feel it continuing down his shoulders.
This man had always looked at me uncharacteristically, staring at me, as if studying me, and I didn't feel like talking to him at all, but if we were going to finish the wardrobe we needed that tool.
So I put on my shorts and T-shirt and went down to this man's house. I knocked on the door and he opened it dressed only in a robe and slippers. He looked me up and down.
What do you want?
I am the nephew of the fifth floor neighbor. I came to ask for the sander. We are making a piece of furniture for the deck and my uncle asked me to....
-Yes, I know. I already talked to your uncle. Come in, I have to look for her.
The man invited me in, closing the door behind me.
It's been a while since you've been here, hasn't it? I didn't see you last summer....
Yes, yes, I came. I don't know, we didn't get along.
That would be... Do you want a drink? - He said, ushering me into the kitchen where he opened a liquor cabinet.
No, no thanks, I just wanted the sander.
If you don't accept a drink, I'll think you don't like me....
The man was too nice by offering alcohol to a young man at twelve in the morning.
At least a beer as an appetizer or I'll be mad.
Alright, one beer," I said to get him off my back.
He was smiling from ear to ear. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to find what my uncle had asked for. He opened the fridge and pulled out two beers.
And how long do you plan to stay at your uncle's house?
I think there are still three more weeks.
I see... - He said, resting a hand on the countertop. He looked at me shamelessly, like someone looking at merchandise, from head to toe, lingering for a couple of seconds on my crotch. I felt uncomfortable in this situation.
Do you have a girlfriend?
-Eeeuuu... No, I don't have one yet.
It is rare, a guy like you who has not . I am sure you are a flirt
No, not at all...
The man was giving me a lecture. Being closer to him than I had ever been before, I took a closer look at his appearance. He was wearing a short blue robe that went across his chest with nothing underneath, not even underwear. This allowed me to see slender but strong legs that were very hairy and masculine. His chest was impressive. He had the most amount of hair I had ever seen on a man and his forearms were strong and thick, as were his rough, equally abundantly covered hands. His graying hair gave him the authority befitting his age. The wrinkles on his face indicated the experience of a mature life.
As we talked, he asked me increasingly personal and uncomfortable questions, which I answered as best I could. Gradually he moved closer to me until, in a supposed gesture of friendliness, his hand rested on my forearm. I felt a sexual threat when I felt his touch. I furtively withdrew my arm, taking another sip of beer.
It's weird that you don't have a girlfriend, as handsome as you are. You have a great body, boy, I wish I was your age....
The boy continued with his conversation and slyly, as if he didn't mean to, began to place one hand on the front of his robe, first as if to scratch himself, and then shamelessly caressing first his chest and then his nipples, all while talking to me and watching me intently. His other hand came back to rest on my outstretched forearm as he pulled the robe away from me, showing me his strong, bear-like chest as if he didn't mean to, but was actually stroking and showing it. He had me cornered in the kitchen with no way out. Suddenly he began subtly pinching her nipples, all the while continuing the conversation unchanged. She was making a full-fledged entrance. Before my eyes he brought the tips of his fingers to his mouth, lightly salting them, and brazenly pinched one of her nipples.
She did it as if I wasn't in front of her and couldn't see it, with the naturalness of someone who wasn't aware of what it meant. Then she licked them again and continued with an endless nipple massage. It should be noted that she had them very large and red, very attractive under that thick jungle of curls. She had opened her robe a little more, revealing to me an impressive black, hairy, macho, hairy, male nipple. I noticed a bulge in his crotch. The mature man kept talking about summer, girls, the weather.... His hand moved to my forearm. With the other in a quick gesture he pulled his cock out between the edges of his robe, and almost gave me something. For a second I looked down at his lower abdomen and saw with uneasiness a fat, well-tender cock, full of thick veins, poking out hard as a rock.
