They weren’t related but I call him “uncle” because of how frequently he comes by the house to help my dad with stuff. I grabbed my clothes and started dressing when he said, “Thanks for this.” It made me smile and I said “You’re welcome.”
“You can go home if you want to but I’d love to keep you around until morning…” and I couldn’t say no to it because he was already getting hard under the covers. “You have a boyfriend right?” He asked me and I nodded my head while pumping his dick. He opened the door and I saw him dressed in a nice shirt and pants. I said yes because I couldn’t pass on the opportunity. His hands were grabbing the sheets of the hotel bed. He wanted to know if I suck dick, if I take it in the ass, or if I swallow. It turns out, I was his first. He became somewhat a paternal figure for me. After that he was asking stuff about my gay lifestyle. We saw each other again. Nothing like I’ve done before.
