I woke, alone in a darkened bedroom, remembering the sexually-packed extravaganza with my Uncle Neal, the night before. I had no idea what time had transpired since we fell asleep or where the Captain was. I slipped bare-butt into my jeans and wandered through his flat. I heard the faint sound of easy jazz music, whispering through the glass door off the kitchen. I walked out to the deck and glanced down to the garden below where my uncle tinkered naked in the garden. Tip-toeing down the steps, my eyes fixated on his beautiful body toiling with weeds.
“I was beginning to wonder when you’d get up.” My uncle turned around, facing me with shades guarding his eyes.
“Did you hear me come down the stairs? I was going to surprise you.”
“No. You your bare feet didn’t give you away. I heard your panting. What are you? A dog in heat still?” He bellowed a loud, deep laugh, like a buoy.
“Last night was spectacular.”
“Don’t get any ideas of moving in. What happened last night will be the only time.”
“I stood silenced, my disappointment probably too obvious. It wasn’t as if he was my father’s or mother’s brother. We weren’t blood relatives. I needed to know his hesitation, but he stood silent, like he stared through me to strip my curiosity. “When did you know you were gay? Were you our when you were married to Aunt Jane?”
Are you finished asking questions?”
I nodded in the affirmative.
“That’s the reason we had only one night together. I don’t discuss the past.” Changing the subject immediately, he invited me to join him for breakfast. “The first meal of the day is the most important. Then, you can be on your way.”
As I dabbled with my breakfast, he finished his in a few minutes, stood up, and walked toward the deck. I have work to do in the garden. Put your dishes in the sink and go. I’m sure you want to be with the other boys, South of Market, before you start your work week.”
Watching him descend the stairs, I conjured a plan to see him the following Friday night.
Once again, he was aware of my presence, when I was in the garden.
Before he could utter his wish to be rid of me, I gathered my strongest macho, gay instincts to make the first move. I have no interest in playing with guys my age. I’m looking for something else.”
He stood staring at me through his sunglasses. Standing in front of his spectacular body, I whispered, “I’d like to thank you.” I dropped my jeans to the ground and stepped out of the legs. I rubbed my hard cock between his thighs. His dick perked up, swelling into erection. “I was hungry for this for breakfast.” I bent down on my knees, thanking the Captain the best way I knew.