The Uncle

Liam felt like he was on the verge of peeing in his seat as he sat through lunch with his uncle and aunt. His uncle, Ramon, was shirtless, his muscular, handsome body dripping with sweat. Liam couldn’t blame him; it was a brutally hot day.

He carefully stole glances at his uncle’s exposed body, making sure his gaze never lingered for more than a second. It wasn’t easy. He was terrified his secret desire would be exposed, but he was also trying to memorize Ramon’s sweaty glory. He needed something to think about later, when he was alone in his room.

Liam had seen his uncle naked several times. It seemed normal for his uncle to show his body; whenever Ramon was home, he usually wore only shorts or boxers. It meant Liam’s eyes were in a constant state of feasting on his Adonis-like form. Beyond the constant shirtlessness, he also peeked at his uncle and aunt at night when they were making love.

A plywood wall, riddled with small holes, separated his room from theirs, allowing him to watch their nightly sessions. To Liam’s immense gratitude, the light was always on when Lynette and Ramon were having sex, so he could see everything clearly: how his uncle ate his wife’s pussy, how he sucked his aunt’s lush breasts, and how he rutted between her legs.

From what Liam could tell, his Uncle Ramon was incredibly skilled in bed. He seemed to know exactly how to please a woman, and he carried himself with the confidence of a man who knew he was blessed. Aside from a handsome face and a beautiful body, he also had a big package. The first time Liam saw his dick, he nearly gasped, barely catching himself in time. Even from a distance, he could tell how long and thick it was.

During his nightly peeking, Liam noticed that his aunt almost always groaned in what sounded like pain when his Uncle Ramon fucked her. Perhaps she can’t handle such a large dick, he often thought. Occasionally, the muffled groans of his Aunt Lynette led to them stopping altogether. His Uncle Ramon would finish by masturbating, a sight that Liam found deeply annoying. If he were in his aunt’s position, he would worship his uncle for being so good.

Liam was convinced his uncle was deeply unsatisfied with his wife. Even when Liam spied on him in the shower, he’d see Ramon masturbating quickly. To Liam, his uncle seemed to have impressive stamina; he never failed to masturbate in the bathroom, and at night, he would still spend his energy on his wife.

“Hey, what are you thinking about, Liam? You’re daydreaming.”

He was startled by his aunt’s voice. “Oh, nothing, Aunt Lynette,” he said.

His aunt smiled. “Maybe my nephew is in love. Who’s the lucky girl?” she teased.

This was one of the many things Liam hid from them: his true self. They had no idea he was gay. He was skilled at hiding it, careful never to act feminine.

“Maybe it’s Ana. Wow, Liam, you’re lucky to have that girl. She has big breasts,” his Uncle Ramon added, causing his aunt to hit him playfully.

“Ramon, you are something.”

Hmph, Liam thought. If only they knew who truly starred in his lustful fantasies, they would be horrified. “Ana is just my friend,” he said. He almost wanted to pull the girl’s hair; it seemed like every man he was ever interested in was attracted to her and her big breasts.

“Friend or lover?” his Uncle Ramon teased. But Liam was briefly stunned, his attention caught by a drop of sweat that ran from his uncle’s neck, down his hairy chest, and over his bulging nipple. The drop of sweat appeared to be inviting him to suck on it. The sweat continued down toward his muscular stomach, but the table blocked his view, and he quickly looked away.

“Just a friend,” he managed to say.

“Okay, I believe you. But tell me if you’re courting someone, and I’ll help you,” his uncle said, winking at him. If Liam had a uterus, he was sure it would have just exploded.

“Don’t believe your Uncle Ramon. He’ll just teach you to be a pervert,” his Aunt Lynette joked. “You, Ramon, stop it so he doesn’t become like you.”

“I’m just going to teach Liam how to be a complete man,” Ramon said. He placed a hand on Liam’s back and patted him. “Right, nephew?”

“Y-yes,” Liam stammered. He couldn’t focus. Lust threatened to consume his mind, ignited by the heavy warmth of his uncle’s large hand.

“Let’s change the subject,” his Aunt Lynette said. “I’m going with my co-seamstresses to San Isidro. We have a bulk order of clothes to sew for the school dancers there.”

Liam wasn’t sure how to feel about the statement, but one thought pushed through the haze: he and his Uncle Ramon would have the house to themselves.

“We’ll only be there for two days and one night. It’s on Monday, so don’t worry,” Lynette added, but he barely cared. This would be the first time he and his uncle would be alone in the two months he had lived with them.

“Wow, this is Liam’s chance to bring a girl home while you’re gone, hehehe,” his mischievous uncle joked.

Why would I bring a girl here when you, Uncle Ramon, are the one I truly lust for? Liam thought.

“Is it Liam, or are you the one who’ll bring a girl here?” His Aunt Lynette replied. Liam could tell from her joking tone that she was confident Ramon would never cheat. He had to admit that his aunt was strikingly attractive; her skin was fair, her body was curvy, and her face was gentle. She had almost all the physical attributes a man could want, which was why he couldn’t blame his uncle for staying with her, even though, from what Liam had witnessed, she was useless in bed.

He knew there was a five-year age gap between them; his aunt was 28, and his uncle was 33. In their eight years of marriage, they hadn’t had a child. He didn’t know why, but to him, they seemed happy enough without one.

“Oh, my love. I haven’t seen a woman as beautiful and sexy as you,” Ramon said, kissing his aunt on the cheek.

“Ramon, seriously? In front of Liam?” his aunt said, blushing.

Liam just smiled, but in his mind, he wanted to throw his plate at his uncle’s face. He knew he wasn’t as beautiful as his Aunt Lynette and didn’t have big breasts or a wet pussy, but he had something she didn’t: skill in servicing men. When the chance came to show it to his uncle, he would give it everything he had. He would make sure Ramon would think of no one else but him.

You’ll see, Aunt Lynette, Liam thought. I’ll have Uncle Ramon, and I’ll make up for all your shortcomings.

Seething, Liam silently finished his meal.

After lunch, his Uncle Ramon left to play basketball at the village court, and his aunt went to the shop where she worked, leaving Liam to wash the dishes. After washing the plates, he was about to clean the table when he noticed his uncle’s T-shirt draped over the back of a chair, still damp with sweat. Lust awakened in him instantly. He snatched it and brought it to his nose.

With the first sniff, the masculine scent hit him—not perfume, just the pure, raw smell of sweat from an Adonis-like body. He almost groaned when he buried his nose in the armpit area, where the strong scent was most intense. He was already hard. This was the closest he had ever been.

“What are you doing with my shirt, Liam?”

Horror rooted him to the spot. There was no mistaking that voice. It was his Uncle Ramon. He had been caught.