Uncle's Home, Part 1
submitted December 30, 2005
Categories: Family Fun
It was June 1976; I , Sean Brickman just finished my Senior year in high school in New York City, and now I was on my way to San Diego.
I spent the past year on the varsity wrestling team and dating all the cheerleaders...and I mean all of them. I never really dated one girl for more than a couple weeks. The reason, of course, was that I got bored with girls easily. I was much happier hanging with my friends, especially my practice partner Rob. We were best friends and probably had more sex together than we both did with girls combined. It was mostly jacking each other off with the occasional blow job but for some reason it was more exciting than being with a girl. Girls smell pretty but after practice Rob smelled hot. We both couldn't wait to get to my apartment on Fifth Avenue and shed our cloths for a major jack off session. But now I was leaving for the summer and Rob was going to Long Island with his parents.
Anyway, I'm on my way to San Diego for the summer and my Uncle Carl, my mother’s 31 year old brother, was going to pick me up at the airport. He was going to be stuck with me for the summer even though we hadn't seen each other in about 12 or 13 years.
My mother, Helen Shaw Brickman Thomas Hunt, was on her way to Europe for a three month honeymoon with her new, and third, husband, Theodore Hunt, a wealthy business man. So I would be spending my summer off at the beach at Uncle Carl's house while my mother figures out how to kill off number three. Well, number one, my father, Steve Brickman, is still alive, some place, but we haven't seen nor heard from him since I was a baby. Husband number two, Richard Thomas, was a New York real estate tycoon (or slum lord) and had left my mother quite a bit of money after he met his early departure from this earth by way of lung cancer.
As I said I haven't seen Uncle Carl in quite a few years. It was before he went into the Marines that I last remember him coming by my mother's apartment. He must have been 18 and I was 4 or 5. He was in the Marines for 8 years. He saw bits and pieces of the end of Vietnam but not enough to affect him; mostly he pulled duty in the Middle East.
My Mother and Carl keep in touch quite a bit but live on opposite ends of the country. Carl had a nice nest egg saved up from what my Mother said and bought a house not too far off the beach in Ocean Beach. He works construction and is pretty much self sufficient. Mother, on the other hand, has never worked a day in her life.
I am pretty excited to be spending time in a beach city after the brutal winter we had in New York. My mind is elsewhere when I hear the pilot come on the intercom telling the passengers it is time to start our decent into the San Diego area. I look out the window, which is facing west, and see miles and miles of water. The plane lands and passengers start to get off.
My uncle had said that he might be a bit late as my plane was getting in at 4:15 in the afternoon and he gets off work at 3:30 and that I should just wait for him at the Deli inside the terminal. I sat there for less than a half hour when I heard my name called. I looked up and saw a man that looked an awful lot like the man I know as Uncle Carl but older and beefier. He was wearing tight 501's that were well worn and sporting a nice package as well as a big round ass, work boots and a white tee shirt with no sleeves that was sweat stained and dirty and riding just above his jeans. His sandy brown hair was long and you could tell he had a hard hat on all day. His face had a bushier mustache than I imagined and he was unshaven. Mother and brother were definitely opposites. Mother could never imagine 'appearing' in public without her full 'face' on.
"Hey Sean," Carl said to me as he grabbed me in a bear hug. As I hugged back I caught the scent of Carl. It was ripe and masculine. I felt familiar stirring in my shorts that reminded me of Rob. "You look all grown up man. Thank goodness your mother sent me recent pictures or I wouldn't have believed it was you bud. Lets get your stuff and get our of here. My place is about thirty minutes away."
We walked out of the terminal and took a bus to a parking lot. After we walked a few spaces Carl said, "This is it bud hop in." It was an International Harvester 4WD wagon with the top taken off. It was tan on the bottom and white along the top. Just before we climbed in Carl took off his shirt and threw it in the back. I got to take a look at his beefy chest and sort of flat (a slight beer gut showing through) stomach, all deeply tanned.
"Welcome to the West Coast Sean. The sun almost always shines and you can have a tan within a week that people in New York would be green with envy over. Don't be shy man. Start working on it now." With the permission of my Uncle I stripped off the pull over I had on and then realized the glare of my white skin was going to stand out here in sunny California. Just before we drove off I caught another whiff of his scent, natural and masculine, sort of like Rob's after practice, but more manly.
We drove onto a highway and crossed over west to the beaches. We got off the highway and headed down a hill that looked like it bottomed out in the ocean. About four blocks from the beach he turned off onto a street with a bunch of bungalows on it. They were small but single family. We pulled into a driveway of a white house with a small front porch. The paint was in need of another coat and the yard was no more than some volcano rocks and bushes.
"This is the castle bud. Don't be too much in awe. It only gets worse." Carl said as he laughed. We got the bags and went inside; small living room off a small dining room off a smaller kitchen. There was a hall with two bedrooms and a small bathroom. Off the kitchen there was a door to the backyard. It was small but very private. It had six foot high fences along the sides and it was backed up to a large cinder block wall of what looked to be a business. In the left corner was an entry way, kind of a neglected gate hung onto the side of the cinder block building, to what looked like an alley on the side of the business out to the other street.
Uncle Carl came up behind me in the backyard, "My buddy from the Marines, Frank, who you will be meeting sooner than later, works in that garage, he owns it actually. He is the one that told me about this house five years ago. It works out perfect. He works there during the day when my house is empty and I am here at night when the business is empty. We kinda look out for each other."
I turned and saw that Carl had taken off his boots and socks while he was still in the house and was just in his jeans, with the top button unbuttoned, I might add. He was about 5'10", a couple inches higher than my 5' 8", and looking very hot half naked outside.
"I'm gonna throw on some cutoffs and grab a beer bud. You’re welcome to one or anything else you find in the fridge. You won't find much else I'm afraid. Since tomorrow's Saturday I figured we could go to the food store together and get you whatever you like. So get comfortable, grab a beer and a lawn chair and I'll be right out."
Cool, Carl's gonna let me drink beer. Mom only let me on holidays like Christmas and New Year's and then it was very controlled. I was to sip and only have two. I walked into the kitchen and went for the fridge. On my way I glanced down the short hallway to the bedrooms and saw both rooms open and in the one that was obviously Carl’s I saw a bare leg getting into shorts. I leaned over a bit and caught a glimpse of the bottom of his ass just before the shorts went over it. I hurriedly grabbed the beer and headed out to the lawn chair.
Carl came out with a beer in hand and grabbed a lawn chair and positioned it across from mine. His cutoffs were tight and short. His bulge was just above the fringe of the well worn shorts. "I figured we would just hang out and relax tonight. I got a couple of steaks in the fridge and plenty of beer. If you want to walk down to the beach later I'm up for that but I figured you might be a bit tired after that trip."
"That sounds good Carl. I rather just get to know you for a bit then go off anywhere. I got plenty of time to explore."
"Yea, you don’t have to worry about being too bored while I'm at work. The beach is only about four blocks away and you can go anytime you want. Just don't go off too far. Your mother would kill me if anything happened to you."
"I don't get lost too often Carl. I'll stay close to home."
After a couple hours talking about school and the Marines I was feeling pretty good. I had never had more than three beers before--much less five. Carl was a lot more relaxed too. He was leaning back on his chair with one arm over the back and his legs spread out in front of him. His ball sack had stuck out a few times from his shorts and he didn't do anything to readjust it.
"Now Sean, I’ve lived alone for most of my life. I’m pretty used to being by myself. I’m happier than a pig in shit to have you here, but if you feel uncomfortable at any time or I seem to be moody, it’s not because I don't want you here, okay? Also, after being in the Marines and being regimented all those years I kinda went the other way when I got out. I'm a bit of a pig. Don't feel that you have to clean anything just because you’re a guest here. We need to keep up on the dishes and clean the bathroom every few months or so (Carl laughed as he said it) but otherwise I don't expect anything out of you. I figured being a bit of a jock you probably aint too clean either, so I really don’t have to worry about impressing you or anything."
"Well yeah Carl. I think your place is pretty cool. You don't have to change your routine for me man."
"Thanks Sean. I know how your mother is. She probably had you keeping your room clean all the time."
"Actually Carl it’s a bit of a sty also. Mom put me down a long hall in the apartment and never ventures down there. My part of the apartment is the old servant’s quarters from the previous owners. I have my own room, sitting room and bathroom. Mom's cleaning lady doesn’t even bother coming down there."
"Well hell then, I don't have to worry about you.”
Part 2 to come…