A gay story: Wayne and Chason Ch. 06
Two days after Chason had been told that Wayne and Jim, who was his father, had been long time lovers, he was all messed up. He had grown fond of Wayne and, at the same time, enjoyed having his father’s cock in his mouth and getting fucked by him.
Chason decided to take a break from work, put together a few things and headed to Maine to visit his uncle. After a ten hour drive with light traffic, he arrived at his uncle Pete’s house, which was located deep in the forest. Pete was a logging business owner and was excited to have his family member come to stay with him for a week or two. The following morning, Pete informed his foreman that he would be away for a while, and his brother’s son would be staying with him.
He asked the foreman to call him if any emergency came up, and then he went home to his one-bedroom log cabin. The cabin had a large kitchen with a six-seater dining table, and a laundry room that led to a small porch. A spacious living room with a fireplace, a couch, a recliner, and a television was on the other side of the porch.
The bathroom had a large tub, a shower, a toilet, and a sink, while the bedroom had two walk-in closets, two dressers, and a queen-sized bed. In less than an hour, Pete had the cabin all cleaned up and ready for Chason, who he was planning to grill some meat for upon arrival.
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Chason driving down a gravel road to Pete’s house he tried to remember what he looked like. Younger than his dad and a bit smaller. Maybe only sixty-nine inches tall but with large muscles. He didn’t know if Pete was married or even had any kids. Just at six in the evening Chason parked next to Pete’s pick-up truck. Pete was right there to greet him having seen his car on the security camera when Chason made the last bend to the house.
Pete gave his nephew a bear hug and said, “Chason, welcome. You resemble your mother.” He helped him with one of Chason’s two bags. “I have steaks cooking out back on the grill. You must be hungry.”
“That I am and need to wash up if I can.”
Pete showed him where the toilet was and put his things in the bedroom and said, “I got the couch. This is your room.”
Chason tried to object but Pete walked outside to tend to the steaks.
While washing up Chason thought to himself; the guy is fucking pour sex, what an ass on that guy, can’t wait to see his cock, no wife or girlfriend, a lot of jerking off.
Pete set the table and got the potato salad out and went outdoors and flipped the steaks over. He said to himself, the kid looks like his mom. So, fucking cute with an ass to kill for. His lips are made for kissing, and I hope even sucking cock. I wonder if Jim’s been hammering him.
Chason came outside and eyed his uncle up and down with his eyes glued to the bulge in Pete’s pants.
“Uncle Pete, I’ll sleep on the sofa. This is your home.” He took the plater with the two steaks and walked into the house and placed the steaks on the table.
“No way, sweets, the bed is yours.” Did I just call him sweets? “And call me Pete.”
Chason blushed a bit when he heard Pete call him sweets. “Okay but we’ll take turns. You bod looks too good to have it on some old sofa.”
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They ate and talked about Jim’s divorce and how things got too confusing for Chason.
“I’ll tell you more as the week goes by,” Chason said.
“That’s fine,” Pete said. “I’ll show you around tomorrow. In that large barn in the backyard are some great toys we can play with. The first two toys are a pair of four wheelers. I have about a hundred acres to show you.” Pete smiled and winked at him. “So happy you’re here, sweets.”
Chason started to get a hardon when he heard sweets again but placed his hand over his cock and smiled. “I can’t wait to see everything.” He looked at his uncle and licked his lips before smiling.
It was almost midnight when Pete made up the sofa for himself and said, “I think we should hit the rack. I left the nightlight on in the bathroom. And if you need anything come and get me.”
Chason walked up to Pete and gave him a tender hug, one like a girl would give and said, “Thanks for allowing me to come here.”
Pete patted Chason’s back and whispered, “Great to have you here, sweets.”
It was one o’clock in the morning when both men shot their loads before falling to sleep.