Hudson Family Tales Pt. 07 - Sex Stories

Hudson Family Tales Pt. 07

... light buzz in my groin amped up a couple volts, and I could feel my stomach and lungs begin to squeeze. He wasn't reading what was on the screen.

I didn't know what this was about to be, but I knew we were going off the beaten path, and I was ready for it.

"You mean, do I touch my privates?"

Uncle John didn't take his eyes away from the computer, and with one hand, he clicked around on the screen as if he were still filling out his questionnaire. His other hand, though, slowly traveled down, slipped through the opening in his white coat, and began massaging the expanding crotch of his tan pants. He nodded. "Do you touch your privates?"

"Yes," I admitted nervously.

Uncle John let out a big breath, then finally brought his attention back to me. I instantly recognized the spark in his eyes, that carnal and deviant surge of electricity that apparently ran deep in the Hudson genes.

"Alright," he said, and stood up, ignoring the fat, slanted erection in his slacks. "I want you to lay back, and show me how you touch your privates at home. Pretend I'm not here."

I looked over at him to make sure he was serious. It was clear he was when his hand resumed its massage over his crotch. "I usually touch myself naked in bed," I said. "Do you want me to get naked so it's just like at home?"

Uncle John's brows perked up. I couldn't tell if he was more turned on, or impressed by my forward question. "Yes, that would be good," he answered, and after I pulled my shirt ...

... off over my head, he set it down on the table beside him. Then he took my socks and shoes when I removed them and set them down on the floor. Finally, as I slid out of my slacks and boxers at the same time, he grabbed them and placed them with my shirt.

As I laid my bare back onto the reclining examination chair, I let one of my palms run over my smooth chest, feeling each individual hair on my pecs and abdomen as it made its way around. With my other hand, I reached below and began to slowly tug on my dick. I could feel my nutsack move with each slow pull, my balls full and heavy.

Uncle John couldn't take his eyes off of me. They scanned each inch of my body, and I realized it was the first time he'd ever seen me naked. Every year when I opted to skip the "guy part" of the physical, he never put up a fight, and I ultimately kept clothed. But here I was now, naked and stroking my eighteen-year-old dick for his personal examination.

I waited for him to unbuckle his belt and let out the monster cock I knew was under his clothes. My lips were ready to invite him into my mouth the way Dad and Pop had first entered me. But instead, Uncle John instructed me to keep touching my privates, then bent down, stethoscope in hand. I jumped a little when it touched my exposed chest.

"Might be a little cold," he said. "Sorry about that." Then he listened intently to my pounding pulse before adding, "Cardiovascular seems to be fine. Good heartbeat. Breathing sounds healthy."

He ...