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"Karl, breakfast is ready, and don't forget, you're picking up your uncle at the airport this afternoon."

"Oh fuck!" he thought. He'd made plans with the guys, forgetting about his uncle. Well, he'd just have to call them and cancel. He hadn't seen his uncle since he was a little guy; but always remembered him fondly. He checked his naked frame in the full length mirror, did a few muscle poses, and then turning to the side, and checked his morning hard-on. Now there was something to be proud of he thought, as he gave it a few loving pulls.

Seven and a half inches and thick as his wrist, was nothing to be ashamed of. Must have come from his mother's side of the family; because the one time he caught his dad in the buff with a morning hard-on, there was only four or five inches jutting out. He took a couple of more pulls on his meat and went in to shower.

After woofing down eight pancakes and two glasses of milk, Karl headed out to Beth's house. He and Beth were friends since grade school. Beth knew everything about him. There wasn't one secret he could ever keep from her. They hung out together until it was time to head for the airport. Karl didn't want to ask her to go with him and she felt a little left out; but Karl wanted to greet his uncle alone. The fact was, Beth had been feeling a little left out for a while now. It seemed that Karl spent more and more time with the guys lately.

The loud speaker announced a 45 minute delay in Uncle Jack's flight. Karl swore under his breath; this meant an hour and a half’s wait. He sat for a while watching the people; but got bored with that. Karl browsed around the stores then stopped to get something to drink and read. After that, he had to pee so he headed for the men's room.

The building was the oldest one at the airport and hadn't been renovated yet. The bathroom was dark and the tile dingy. Hanging over the stalls were low wattage bulbs. The stalls themselves were made out of old corrugated wood that had been painted many times over. The mirrors were dull gray and lost their sheen. It wasn't dirty at all, just old. You just had the feeling you stepped back in time.

He stood at one of the two urinals in the place. As he took his meat out of his pants, an older guy about 25 came in and stood next to him. He always had trouble peeing in public; and even pulling on his cock didn't help. His cock began expanding. "Oh shit! What the fuck am I going to do now?" he thought. The guy next to him noticed he wasn't pissing. He stepped back from the urinal, showing off his nine inch slab of meat, and continued to pee. Karl, made an involuntary movement of his head and glanced at the big dick that had stopped pissing and started growing. Wow! He thought he had a big dick. He turned away quickly. The guy faced him and stroked it blatantly. Karl couldn't help but take a second look and the cock was at full erection now. He didn't realize he'd licked his lips. The guy put his cock away laughing. "Fucking cock sucking queer," he said as he left the men's room.

Karl felt completely mortified. He turned to the sinks. The water wasn't running. He checked them both and feeling like he would pass out, the blood having rushed up into his head, he ran to the toilet in the corner. It was for people with disabilities. The door slammed shut and he tried the sink. Water gushed out of the spigot. Karl splashed his face with the cold water a few times; and started to feel better. He noticed his cock was still hanging out of the fly. A noise came from the other side of the door.

Karl didn't know what to do. What if it was the guy that flashed his cock? He couldn't possibly face him again. Maybe if he stayed in the stall until whoever it was left, he could get away then. He went to sit on the toilet to wait. As he moved away, he noticed the wood wall had been eaten away. A good sized round hole had been worn smooth. He could see the guy in the only other stall, sitting with his pants down. Every time he glanced over he saw movement. Not being able to make out what was happening, Karl's curiosity over came his fear. He inched forward. He couldn't see the man's face, but he saw what the man was doing.

The man stood up and took off his shirt, pink with blue stripes running through it. His smooth naked chest flexed with muscles. He reached down to hold a big, fat, hard cock. Both his hands wrapped around it and the head still stuck out on its own. Karl couldn't believe it. With his eye against the hole, he watched as the muscular man started to stroke it. Every once in a while, the man let go and the straight thick cock bounced in the air as if it were saying yes, yes, yes. The man had already noticed Karl watching. He leaned against the opposite wall and lifted the huge cock to show off his big fucking balls hanging low in their sac.

Karl's mouth went dry and he moved away to the sink. He splashed more water on his face, and cupping his hands, drank some. When he turned around, the huge cock stuck out from the hole he had vacated. The big balls hung down against the wall and the cock stood straight out from the hole. Karl looked at the disembodied cock. He absorbed himself in the oddness of having a living cock seemingly unattached to a body. He walked forward. Karl bent down to get a closer look. The cock pulsed and hit him in the face. "Well, are you going to suck me off or what?" Karl's jaw dropped. The world became unreal to him. His head spun and he shook it.

Here was this disembodied cock telling him to suck it. He bent forward again. "Well? Get on with it boy! Suck me!" Karl lowered himself to a kneeling position. He stuck out his tongue and tentatively licked the cock head. He tasted the pre-cum. All of a sudden the cock pushed forward a little more and the cock slipped into Karl's mouth.

"Ummmmm!" came the muffled sound. Karl bobbed on the cock and took more and more into his mouth. From a third he took half. From a half he took two-thirds. The cock head kept hitting the back of his mouth. He liked the taste of the cock flesh and texture of the cock itself. It was hard as a rock, yet supple and giving with a silky feel to the skin. The cock head would squish and then bounce back into shape. He was mesmerized by the whole incidence.

"Hold your mouth against the hole and let me fuck it kid." Karl moved forward not quite pressing his lips against the wall. The enormous cock started to retreat and then slam into Karl's mouth. The wall of the stall shook. Then again it withdrew; and again it slammed forward. The man set up a steady rhythm. The wall bounced with a noisy beat, in time to the fucking cock.

"Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! Hold your head there kid. Here it fucking comes! Take it cock sucker. Take my fucking juice and eat it. Ohhhhh Fucking yeah!!! Fucking eat me. Suck my cum man. Suck it good you fuck." Karl swallowed and swallowed some more. He ate the cum for the first time in his young life. At the last moment the cock head pushed past the back of Karl's mouth and plummeted down into the recesses of his throat. The last two loads shot deep within his cavern.

The man's hands wrapped around the top of the wall and he hung there with his softening cock still in the hole. Karl kept sucking as the cock softened. He felt it going into a flaccid state and realized he enjoyed the cock hard and soft. He thought, he never had such a good time. Slowly he let the cock go and stood up. The cock retreated back through the hole. The man quickly zipped up, put on his shirt, and left.

Karl stayed a few more minutes, trying to figure out just what went on. He looked down at his pants and the wet feeling there. Fuck! Now he had cum in his pants. "Wow! He had just sucked his first fucking cock. Damn, it wasn't half as bad as he thought it might be. The dreams he'd been having of other guys finally came about in reality. Karl realized he would be late for picking up his Uncle and headed out of the men's room with his sweater in front of him. He went to have his Uncle paged.

Karl parked the car in the garage and entered the kitchen. His mother was cooking at the stove. "You're late Karl. Go wash your hands and set the table for dinner." Karl did as he was told. His mother went to the stairs, "All right you guys, dinner's ready."

Karl heard his father coming down, his feet rumbling on the floor. His father walked into the dining room and behind him Uncle Jack. Uncle Jack was wearing his pink shirt with the blue stripes. "Hey Buddy!! How are you doing? You remember me don't you? Say you don't mind the fact that we'll be sleeping in the same bed do you?" Karl went over and gave his Uncle Jack a big hug. "No Uncle Jack. I don't mind at all." Uncle Jack felt Karl lift his knee gently up between his legs, and wondered what that could be all about. Karl couldn't wait to tell him.

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