Fishing with Uncle Max

When I was a kid Uncle Max would take me fishing with him on Sundays to some of the meandering blackish river in the panhandle of Florida where he lived. I loved those trips but more because it meant being with Uncle Max than because of my enjoyment of fishing.

At 78 he is long retired from the feed and seed company were he used to wrok, but he still lives in the panhandle. Recently when I was up state visiting my family I decided to pay him a visit. And let me tell you it wasn’t easy to find his cabin. You have to drive twenty miles down dirty roads, sometime mere pig trails before you can reach his place. But that’s Uncle Max for you! He never did like to live too close to other people.

I hadn’t seen him he fifteen years and was very surprised at what good shape he was in at his age. He was still tall and strong looking. His head of red hair had thinned out noticeably. And of course his reddish skin was still as freckled as ever.

Uncle Max was glad to see me. He told me he was just getting ready to go fishing along the bank of the river where his cabin was located and if I want to come along.

“Sure, heck it will be just like all times.” I told him as I quickly went into the spare bedroom to change into some shorts pants and a t-shirt.

I left the bedroom door open as was surprised when completely naked I heard a sound at the door and there stood Uncle Max.

“You about ready, Pete?” He said. “Them fish are biting.” He added cheerfully.

“Yea, I’ll be right there.” I added. But he didn’t leave he just stood there watching me.

“You have grown a lot since we used to go fishing. Especially that pecker of your. I thought it might grown into a big one, guess I was right.” He added.

“Well, Uncle Max.” I said, as I stood in front of him complete naked. “If I remember correctly, you have a hell of a piece of meat yourself.”

“I guess we both spied on the other one back when you were a kid.” Uncle Max said and laughed.

“Well, to be honest, Uncle Max.” I said as I could feel my cock stirring to life and didn’t know whether to quickly get dressed or just let the old man see me get a hard on. “I used to love watching you take a piss from the boat. God, your dick looked so big to me and it wasn’t even hard.”

“I knew you were watching me. That why I pissed so often. I used to love the way you would play like you weren’t looking at me but be staring out of the corner of you eyes at me.” The old man said. “You want to see what it looks like with a hard on?” He suddenly asked me.

I was stunned! Sure, Uncle Max had never gotten married but I never suspected him of being gay. He was as straight acting and looking as any man I had ever seen.

I quickly told him yes I did indeed want to see his dick. And immediately the old man unbuttoned his overalls and reached inside them and struggled a moment before finally pulling his old pecker out.

Damn, it was still huge! The pale cock he was holding was a good eight inches and it wasn’t even hard. Then as I watched he began to slowly masturbate himself. And as he did he told me that he used to sneak up on me when I was in the bathroom and peek through the keyhole and watch me jack off.

“Pete one day you must have jacked off a dozen times.” He said.

“It was fifteen. But that was because I spotted you playing with yourself down in the corn rows when you were gathering sweet corn for dinner.” I told him.

“Yea, I knew you were watching me. I was hoping that you would come up to me. I really wanted to jack off with you when you were a kid and I still do.” Uncle Max told me.

All these years I could have been having sex with him, I suddenly thought. Damn, what a waste! With that thought in mind, I stepped forward and boldly reached out and took hold of my uncle’s old pecker as he reached for my cock.

Damn, his thick, soft man flesh felt wonderful in my hand. I had seen lots of cocks, but none bigger or thicker than my uncle’s cock including mine.

“Well, Pete, your cock didn’t get as big as my old picker but it nearly did.” Uncle Max told me as he jacked me while I jacked him.

I asked Uncle Max if I could suck his cock. He told me he didn’t like to do such things, as he wasn’t queer. But he said if I wanted to suck his cock to go right ahead. That he sometime went down to the rest area on the interstate and let the queers suck him off. “Are you queer, Pete?” He asked me. When I told him yes he just laughed and said he had seen it coming when I was a kid. “Hell, I thought you would turn out queer.”

Then I dropped to my knees and he just stood there with his hand on his hips looking down at me as I took his huge cock in my mouth. I looked up and his green eyes were staring down at me. Having him watching me sucking his big old pecker excited me almost as much as sucking him.

I thought I could take all of his old pecker down my throat, but it began to swell and thicken even more and got to long and thick for me to deep throat it all.

“Wait and let me take my balls out.” Uncle Max told me and then he pulled out a big set of watery balls. “Squeeze on them some while you suck my pecker.” He added.

I was in Heaven, as I love big balls more than a big cock. I grabbed his balls and began to squeeze them. Uncle Max grunted and his smile widened. Then he started hunching me and I had to grab his big pecker to keep him from ramming too much of it down my throat.

“Make me cum, Pete. I want you to see what a big load I shoot.” Uncle Max told me.

You better believe I started working over his big pecker like mad. I wanted his cum. I guess I had wanted to suck him off ever since I was a kid. Now I had the chance! Somehow I managed to take most of his long thick pecker down my throat in a moment of sure passion. My hot throat must have been too much for the old man’s pecker. Suddenly he was squirting cum! And man did he shoot one big load. I thought the old man’s pecker would never run dry. I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of cum and still he pumped out more. Damn, cum started running out my mouth and down my chin.

“I haven’t shot my load in over a month.” Uncle Max explained when his pecker finally ran dry. “The queers that hang out at the rest area on the interstate call me The Gusher.” Uncle Max said as he continued to stare down at me. “Well aren't you going to shoot off too?” He finally asked.

Then the old man just stood looking down at me with his big picker hanging limp from his fly as I looked up at him and jacked my big cock.

“Shoot off in your hand so I can see your load.” He told me.

It didn’t take long for me to cum. Seeing his beautiful cock hanging inches from my face and him staring at me excited me so much that I was trembling as I jacked myself.

“That’s my boy!” Uncle Max exclaimed when I shoot of into my cupped hand. “Nice load, not as big as mine but nice.” He told me as he reached down and patted me on the head like he used to do when I was a kid. “Now let’s put our peckers away and go fishing.”

I must have looked longingly at his cock because he added. “Don’t worry. We’ll play around again when we come in from fishing.”