![]() His black fur clings to his belly with sweat, and I can almost make out the shape of his heavy manhood under the light grey material. Uncle Rich is sprawled out on the sofa, no shirt again, with a pair of grey gym shorts clinging to his thick thighs which are spread out wide. Two heads turn to look at me and I can't quite make out the expression on Mike's face. I walk into the living room where the curtains are still closed. They haven't opened the fucking windows again and now the place is stuffy, stinking like sweat and men. It's heavier work than normal but it means I don't have to talk to customers. I've been in the storeroom for delivery day, shifting and unpacking boxes to label things and get them out on the shelves. ![]() He moved away when I was 15, now almost ten years later he's back.Īt some point I manage to let my frustrations go, falling asleep to the sound of Mike breathing next to me ![]() About 12 years older than me, he'd come hang out and play with me as a kid until he moved away. He just lies around without a shirt on all fucking day, playing video games or smoking weed. Now Uncle Rich is here all the time, leaving dishes everywhere and never helping with a damn thing. And then Mike moved in with me and we've been playing house all year. Uncle Rich has been parked up in my dad's room while he's staying in town, trying to get his life together after getting divorced and moving back to town.ĭad really lives overseas for work these days, just coming back for holidays and stuff, so I guess I've gotten used to having the place to myself for a couple years now. I suppress a groan and roll over as Mike reassures me that he loves me, we'll find some time alone soon, and then we try to sleep. He's only been here for a couple of weeks and he's ruining my life. "We shouldn't," my boyfriend whispers as he pulls his hand away from my aching cock. There’s plenty of sex this chapter, but it might be a bit of a slow burn until it gets really filthy.
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