During the movie Uncle Paul fell asleep several times and his body kept slumping over right onto my left shoulder. I had to shake him several times throughout the film to wake up. The last time he fell asleep, I licked my finger and stuck it into his ear. He almost jumped out of his seat. I think it may have been his first Wet Willy.

Uncle Paul tried to get me back multiple times, but I kept covering my ears. Just when I thought I was in the clear, he began to tickle my stomach. I am ticklish and couldn’t control my laughter.

Folks in the theater turned around and gave me a shut the hell up look. I playfully hit him in his arm and told him to cut it out. He tried to tickle me again, but stopped when he realized I was laughing a little too loud.

"I'll get you when you least expect it," said uncle Paul.

Before we knew it, the movie was over and people were making their way out of the theater. "It's getting late, so we better head home. It's almost ten o’clock and I have to get up for work in the morning," he explained. As we were walking to the car he powered his cell phone back on and checked his voicemails and text messages.

"Dag Unc, your lady friend was blowing your phone up while we were in the movie theater," I joked.

"No, I got a couple of calls from your mom just wanting to know what we were up to, and Matt called to let me know that he was spending the night at his friend's house."

I was kind of bummed out because I was looking forward to seeing Matt when I got home from the movie theater. Well to be quite honest, I was looking forward to having that big dick inside me tonight. It's almost like Matt's dick was a drug and I just had to have my fix.

The more I had it, the more I needed it. Guess I am just going to have to use my fingers to play with my tight ass, and jerk off tonight.

"You look a little upset. Is everything okay Tony?" uncle Paul asked. I didn't want to tell my uncle the real reason why I was upset so I just make up an excuse about me missing my mom.

He bought it and assured me that he would do everything in his power to help me during this transition period in my life. He said that he knows that it has to be difficult for me to see my mom and dad fighting, as well as me having to move into a different house. I just nodded my head and kept up the facade.

Uncle Paul put his arms around my shoulder and pulled me in for a hug. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. The manly smell of Zest soap with a mix of Armani Code cologne, combine with the warmth and feel of his perfectly sculpted body just sent me out of this world.

We only embraced for about five seconds, but for me it felt more like hours had passed. We finally made it to the car and swiftly arrived at our final destination for the night-home. "Guy night is not officially over just yet. Go upstairs and put on your pajamas. We are having a slumber party here in the living room," he said.

Before you could blink, I went upstairs to Matt's room and changed into my pajamas. I put on a pair of blue silk-like pajamas and a wife beater, and decided not to wear any underwear. I pulled the drawstring tight on my pajamas because I wanted to show my bubble butt.

Even though I just turned eighteen I had a really nice round bubble butt. Guys and girls at school would joke with me saying that I had butt injections because of how plump my ass looked.

If I can't have Matt tonight then maybe I can have the next best thing, or something even better, I thought to myself. I headed downstairs after about ten minutes. Uncle Paul had already changed into his pajamas and had made a sleeping area on the floor for our slumber party.

I wonder if he was doing all this because he noticed that I didn’t really have too many friends, or if he felt sorry about my home situation. Whatever the reason, he definitely made me feel special.

He piled about four blankets on top of each other on the floor so that we would be comfortable. "Great minds think alike," said uncle Paul. We had on the same exact sleepwear, except his pajama pants were red instead of blue. His drawstring was not pulled as tight as it could have been so his pajama pants sagged a little, exposing his bright blue underwear. That was enough to make my dick hard. I grabbed a pillow from the couch to cover myself up.

"So what do kids do at a slumber party these days? I haven't had, or been to, a slumber party in like twenty-five years," he said.

Seeing as though I’ve never been to one either, I just made something up. "Well normally, people play truth or dare, play video games, and just watch movies," I said.

"Okay. Let's play truth or dare. You get to go first," said Uncle Paul.

I asked for truth.

"Have you ever watched porn before?" he asked.

I was so embarrassed by the question I began to turn red. I answered truthfully and said, "Yes. Okay, now it's your turn. Truth or dare?" I asked.

He asked for truth.

"Uncle Paul, do you watch porn?" I asked.

He laughed and said that I couldn't ask him the same question that he just asked. He did eventually answer with, "Everyday."

I am just glad that I had the pillow hiding my fully erect penis.

"Back to you Tony. Truth or Dare?" he asked.

I chose to do a dare this time.

"I dare you to smell my feet for thirty seconds," said Uncle Paul.

"Eww that is gross," I yelled. Not wanting to lose this game, I lowered myself down to his feet.

He sat on the floor with his back propped against the couch. I laid flat on my stomach, with my face at his feet and my ass in the air. I picked up one foot and placed my nose on the underside of his toes. I held my breath not wanting to smell the aroma of feet, but when I eventually inhaled I was pleasantly surprised. Not only did his feet not smell, they actually smelled really good like the rest of his body. I could still smell the Zest soap he used when he showered before the movies.

Thoughts of licking and sucking his feet, then moving up to the rest of his body crossed my mind. Of course this did nothing to help my erection go down.

I guess I must have went pass my time because before I knew it uncle Paul said, "You know, your thirty seconds was up two minutes ago."

I smacked his foot and acted like I was mad. "You were supposed to keep time uncle. I can't believe you had me down there that long," I shouted. Even though I relished every minute, I didn't want to let him catch on to how much I actually enjoyed it.

"Now it's my turn. I dare you to smell my feet for thirty seconds uncle," I said.

He told me once again that I have to come up with something more original and could not keep asking the same questions or using the same dares as him. "I'll do it this time, but next time you can't ask the same thing Tony," he said.

I continued to lay on my stomach to hide my erection, while uncle Paul moved into place to complete his dare. His face was so close to my feet, I could feel his lips brush against them. That sent shivers down my spine.

Unlike me, who just held my nose in one spot, uncle moved his nose around my entire foot, even rubbing his nose against my toes.

"Now that is how you complete a dare. My turn. Truth or dare Tony?" he asked.

I chose another dare.

"I dare you to do twenty jumping jacks and ten pushups. Let me see how in shape you are," said uncle Paul.

I stood up and turned my back towards him, then began my jumping jacks. I didn't want him to see me, and my erect dick, doing jumping jacks at the same time.

My pajama pants moved up and down over my ass, exposing the top half of my ass every time I came down. "Eighteen, nineteen, twenty. I am done," I yelled. I got into position to do my pushups.

After about four pushups, Uncle Paul stood up and pushed my back and butt down so that I did them correctly. He pushed one hand down on my back and one hand pushed my butt down.

“Good job Tony. Now you know how to do it right," he said.

Uncle Paul asked for a dare again. "I dare you run outside naked and yell I'm a loser," I said. I didn't think that he was going to do it, but to my surprise he began to undress right there in the living room.

He peeled off his wife beater, which was so tight it looked as if someone had painted it onto his body. He revealed the best set of abs I've ever seen. Matt was in shape, but he was nowhere close to being as well defined as his daddy.

Uncle Paul sat on the couch and removed his pajama pants, leaving him with nothing on but those tight blue boxer briefs. He walked over to the door and said, "I'm ready."

I looked down at his boxers and said, “If you don't take those off, you lose and I win.” I could tell he was thinking twice about completing this dare.

"Okay. I will take them off. You better not lock me out knucklehead," he said.

This was my first time seeing his entire package, including his ass. He was soft and measured about seven inches thick. His chocolate balls were huge, like the size of small plums, and hung really low. When he ran outside, I hid his wife beater and pajama pants.

After about thirty seconds, he ran back inside the house and closed the door like he was running from the police. "I hope nobody saw me out there in all my glory," he said.

Uncle Paul walked over to the couch to grab his pajamas. "Okay Tony, where is my stuff?" he asked. I just laughed and said that a ghost must have stolen it. "Okay well a ghost is about to take your clothing too," he said.

He chased me around the living room for a minute before he finally grabbed me. With the swoop of one arm, uncle Paul was able to pick me up and pin me to the ground. He forced his knee and arm into my back so that I couldn't get up. "So are you going to tell me where my stuff is Tony?" he asked.

I just laughed at him. Keep in mind that he is still naked while all of this is taking place.

"Okay, so we are going to have to do this the hard way I see," said uncle Paul. With one knee and one arm pressed against my back, he used his other free arm to yank my pajama pants down to my ankles. It didn't take much to get me naked, since I wasn’t wearing any underwear. My butt was now fully exposed.

"Are you still not going to tell me where my stuff is?" he asked. I told him no, hoping he would continue to manhandle me. He pulled my wife beater up over my head.

Now we were both butt naked in the middle of the living room. He tried to tickle the info out of me, tickling my sides and underarms. I still didn't give up the information. In the midst of my struggling I felt something wet enter my ear. "Since I couldn't use my hands, I gave you a Super Wet Willy with my tongue," he said.

I jerked and wiggled, trying to get from underneath his hold, causing him to fall against my body. His thick dick was now pressed directly on my ass and his face was near my neck. I continued my struggle to get from underneath my uncle so that he wouldn't think that I was enjoying this. Every movement caused my ass to rub against his private area, and I could feel his dick starting to jump.

Before I knew it, it felt like a pole had flopped down on my ass. "Damn,” I let slip out. 'Oops did I just say that out loud,' I thought to myself.

Uncle Paul stayed in that position with his huge dick resting on my ass. "Okay Tony. It's your turn. Truth or dare?" he asked.

Was he serious? "Are we still going to play with me pinned down,” I replied.

"Yep. So truth or dare," he asked again.

I asked for truth.

"Do you like having my big dick laying against your ass?" he asked, leaving me in disbelief. I didn't know what to say. Was this just a test for him to find out if I was gay? Was he asking because he wanted to ram that dick inside of me? Was his dick hard because of my ass, or would his dick have gotten just as hard if he had brushed it against the couch?

"No, of course I don't like your dick rubbing against my ass," I said, lying through my teeth. I decided to lie just in case he was just testing me.

"So you don't like this?" he asked, as he started massaging my back. He made his way all the way down to my feet. Before I knew it he had my toes in his mouth. This sensation was almost just as good as when Matt shoved his tongue in my ass. He licked his way up my legs and found that sweet spot between my ass cheeks. I felt his hand spread my ass cheeks apart and he eased his tongue into me.

"Truth or dare Tony. Do you want me to eat this ass for you?" he asked. He was turning me on like crazy.

"Yes," I whispered. As soon as the word left my lips he began to act like a mad man.

He slurped, sucked, and licked like it was his last meal. "Damn that boy pussy tastes good," he moaned. That was the first time I've ever heard the word boy pussy. I didn't really like the word, but if it made him happy I was not going to complain.

"Okay, now it's your turn. Truth or dare?" I asked.

Uncle chose a dare.

"I dare you to let me suck your dick," I boldly said. He looked at me and smirked.

"It's kind of big Tony. Are you sure you can handle it?” he asked. Unknown to uncle Paul, I had gotten one weeks worth of practice with the help of his sexy son. I started by licking his huge balls, placing each one into my mouth and swirling my tongue around. Then I moved from the base of his dick to the tip all the way up to the head.

I didn't have a ruler, but his dick had to have been at least eleven or twelve inches long and about as thick as an air freshener can. I took it into my mouth, inch by inch until I had about nine inches inside.

"Are you sure this is your first time sucking dick, because this is the best head I've head in a long time," he said. I just lied and said yes.

I couldn’t tell him that his son has been shoving his dick down my throat and ass all week. Uncle Paul moaned as I worked his dick over. I used everything I learned this past week to give Uncle the best head of his life. "Move your mouth Tony, I am about to cum," he yelled.

I disobeyed his orders and kept bobbing my head up and down on his dick. I wanted my reward that I worked so hard for. His body tensed up as he shot stream after stream of cum into my mouth. With a mouthful of cum I asked, "Truth or dare?"