February 26th, 2010 | 
Author: My First Button Fly
Uncle Marc was an athletic man. He would come over to the house and make my brothers and Dad go outside play football, basketball, run or play baseball. I would join in, gladly, and loved having fun with him and my brothers.
But the summer I really began to take a sexual interest in him was when Marc stayed with us. He helped Dad on the little bit of farmland we had and spent most of the day doing that while Dad was at the factory. I loved to see him come into the house shirtless and sweaty. He rarely wore a shirt in the daytime and that was ok with me. When I or the others would help him, we'd all strip down just like him and try to keep up with his pace.
I remember wrestling with him and the bros in the field and enjoying the feeling of someone strong grabbing me, lift- ing me, and so on.
That summer was the first time I ever saw a grown man naked too. Marc stayed in the basement where we kept some of our stuff like weights, balls, bikes and so on.
I went down there to lift weights and heard the shower going. Marc emerged totally naked and wet of course. I almost dropped the barbell when I saw him.
He stayed naked like that and talked to me about lifting weights. Then he came over and had me lay on the bench while he spotted me. Above my head he stood with his man dick hang- ing down pointed at my face. My own crotch was already hard, and I think he knew it and smiled at me a lot.
But it wasn't until that winter when he visited several times that I noticed how hot he looked in his jeans. After dinner we'd all sit in the living room to talk or watch tele- vision. I recall seeing him unbutton his fly, or at least a couple of buttons and his top button to relax. More then once I'd look to see his pink skin underneath and became aware he didn't wear underwear like we did.
After that I stopped wearing any, too, and felt real sexy in my own jeans even though they had a zipper fly.
One night there was only him, me and a couple of brothers there. I asked him why he wore them and as he looked at me, I looked at his pink skin showing thru his unbutton fly. He moved his legs and his dick started to poke out.
"That's why" he said and laughed.
I laughed too not knowing exactly why.
The night I found out was when I drove over to his house to drop off some paperwork he and my Dad had been discussing.
Uncle Marc was shirtless and wore his jeans when I ans-
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