Hudson Family Tales Pt. 07 - Sex Stories

Hudson Family Tales Pt. 07

The thing about Uncle John that always stuck out to me was his friendliness.

He always seemed miles happier than Dad, and even though Pop was always there for me and made me feel safe, Uncle John would still have him beat in a nice guy competition. His smile was electric and kind. His body was brawny but soft. He was educated and well-spoken. It was clear to me why Dad always felt somewhat competitive with him and Pop always considered him the golden child.

While Dad was a college football star like Pop, Uncle John forged his own path as a wrestling champ. I couldn't count how many times I used to stare at one photo Pop displayed on his living room mantle, where Uncle John wore the tightest singlet you can imagine.

His thick brows pressed down on his hazel eyes, and a devious grin brought out his famous dimples. Below, each inch of his college cock was outlined plainly, and while no one else ever seemed to notice it, that bulge would appear in my pre-teen wet dreams on a regular basis.

Uncle John was still the buff and playful dude in that photo.

Growing up, I'd envy the way he'd wrestle with my cousin Eric, both of them laughing as their bodies intertwined, until eventually, Eric would end up pinned underneath his dad's meaty weight, yelping from under Uncle John's arm to be set free.

On the nights my mind would bring Uncle John into my dreams, it always seemed to be a scenario in which I was the one pinned onto the floor, my face pressing into Uncle ...

... John's armpit and my legs restrained by his bulky biceps.

The morning I walked into his practice, he lit up in his white coat, a stereotypical stethoscope hanging from his neck, resting over his built chest.

I always thought it was so cool seeing Uncle John at work. Dr. John was so buttoned up and professional, such a mature version of the twenty-something I'd seen the week earlier, in that photo from Dad's nightstand drawer, his younger naked body exposed to the sun beside Dad's.

As quickly as the image of Uncle John's cock came into my mind, I blinked out of it. This was my new job. Family "man time" would be one thing -- if it ever happened with Uncle John -- but here at work, I just wanted to impress him.

"There he is!" he smiled, proudly introducing me to his receptionists as his favorite nephew. He'd never say that if Kyle were here, but he always knew how to make me feel special, and he never hesitated to do it.

After the women at the front desk said their hellos, Uncle John took me through the office to show me the lay of the land. I reminded him that I'd been coming to his office since I was a boy. I'd practically seen every room in the place, other than the break room, which he explained was my "office" for the next six weeks.

He confessed that when Dad asked if I could do some work around the office for the summer, he didn't really have anything. He already had two receptionists, three medical assistants, and a custodian who did all the cleaning. "So ...