He moved his legs and his dick started to poke out.He moved his legs and his dick started to poke out. "That's why" he said and laughed. I laughed too not knowing exactly why. The night I found out was when I drove over to his house to drop off some paperwork he and my Dad had been discussing. Uncle Marc was shirtless and wore his jeans when I ans- wered the door. He urged me to stay for dinner and called my Dad to tell him. We had thick steaks, and talked about sex, girls, growing up, and even told a couple of dirty jokes, the kind of stuff we never did at home around the family. It felt real good, kind of like having a sudden freedom I never had. We watched a television show and glanced at his unbut- toned fly. When I reminded Marc I once asked him about doing that and admitted I didn't understand his answer. He stared at first then unbuttoned the rest of his fly. His man dick plopped out and was moving around getting hard. He pulled out his nuts too so they could hang. "It feels better. Go on, feel it" I didn't know if he meant for me to pull my meat out of my fly or to reach up and feel his. |