Hudson Family Tales Pt. 07 - Sex Stories

Hudson Family Tales Pt. 07

... took the bell away from my chest and began scanning my body with his eyes again. This time, he reached forward and set his fingertips on each of the few moles scattered around my torso and arms.

Each time Uncle John touched me it was like I could feel the jackpot in my balls slowly increasing. "These moles seem non-threatening. Good to know," he noted to himself. "Keep touching yourself, man. You're doing great."

"Can I see your penis, Uncle John?" I asked.

He seemed confused. "Sorry, bud. That would be inappropriate. I'm your doctor, and this is a physical. Nothing wrong with being curious, but we need to keep the focus on you, alright?"

It registered to me that the physical was still happening. Maybe this wasn't man time after all. At least, not in the way it had been with Dad or with Pop. I nodded. "Sorry," I said.

"Nothing to be sorry about. Now, keep touching your privates for me. There's just one more thing I want to check out." Uncle John winked at me, then rolled his stool to the end of the exam chair and took a seat. I looked down as he pulled out two stirrups on each side of the chair. "I want you to put your feet up into these. They're gonna help me get a good view of everything I need to see down here, okay?"

I nodded and put my left heel into one of the metal stirrups, and then my right into the other. I was locked in place, vulnerable to whatever Uncle John decided to examine between my legs.

I pulled in a chest full of air when his fingers ...

... brushed the inside of my thighs. "Just checking out your skin... Everything looks great," he observed.

I closed my eyes, shutting out the ceiling tiles and fluorescent lights above. Uncle John's broad fingers kept caressing me. I could swear as he moved up toward my groin, there were more and more fingers touching my skin, until finally I felt his hand meet mine and realized he had both of his full hands on my body.

I wasn't sure if I was supposed to quit stroking, so for a moment I paused. But Uncle John directed me to keep touching myself.

I resumed as his big palms felt around my ballsack and taint, and the inside of my thighs.

"Now you're about to feel a little bit of pressure. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," I said, my eyes still closed and my body recording every movement of Uncle John's fingers. They slowly grazed down my taint toward my butt. I could feel myself instinctively clench up.

"Just relax," Uncle John said, and a second later, the gap in my legs widened as Uncle John pulled the stirrups further apart.

I kept stroking my dick with one hand, and let the other go under my head, helping to calm myself at what was happening, and also to let just the faintest whiff of sweat travel up to my nose. I breathed in my own smell and felt my muscles ease a little, as a glowing warmth of air suddenly appeared on my nutsack.

I moaned.

In the days since my encounters with Dad and Pop, I forgot just how good it felt to have someone's hot mouth on ...