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Chapter. 5

We had just gotten back home, I instantly kicked off my shoes and went into the living room to plop down on the couch. I let out a loud and dramatic groan once I was relaxed and calm.

Of course my mother came in and ruined my moment "Toby, it's called a family room. Not a lounge, if you want to go lay down then do it in your bedroom. Also dinner will be done soon" she told me. I nodded and got up, quickly trotting up the stairs to take a mini nap like I would usually do. I got to my bedroom and face planted right onto the bed where I sprawled out. My face rubbing up against the area that Martin has slept on. It was only a matter of minutes before I was in a cold, deep sleep.

The next thing I know, I wake up to seeing my uncle with only his pants on while his hair drips of water. His chest was glistening, for someone who wasn't particularly fit he looked mighty fine. I leaned up on my elbows while I smiled up at him, moving my hand up to wiggle my fingers "come here" I whispered to him.

A small chuckle left his lips before he walked over to the door and closed it. After he did that, he walked over to the bed and crawled onto it from the bottom. His hand moving up my leg as he made his way up until his head was right above my stomach, where he lowered himself down and press a hot, open mouthed kiss to my stomach after he lifted my shirt up a bit. I let out an unexpected noise, it was almost a moan. It caught his attention because he let out a small chuckle then moved up to where my face was, and leaned in. I closed my eyes expecting him to kiss me, but he didn't. He lowered his head down to my neck and slowly began to suck on it, my eyes shot open as the inner whore inside of me was moaning and begging for me. FUCK, Yes! Martin, mark me. Make me yours! I quickly pushed that aside, along with pushing him back once I realized that I wouldn't be able to explain a sudden hickey that would appear out of nowhere within a couple of hours of me in my room. "Stop, it'll show and I don't want to have to find an excuse" I gasped out, my hand moving down his shoulder then to his chest which was still a little wet.

"Would you like me to suck somewhere else?" He asked, his tone was so calm and innocent... I didn't know how to respond to that. Did he just offer to suck my dick?

"W-what?" I asked in a somewhat shy voice, I had never actually done anything sexual. Yes, I'm a virgin. For a gay guy that is, there's a reason I found out I was gay. I bit down on my lip as I felt my pants tightening at the thought of it.

"You're too cute, I'll just stick to kissing those.. amazing lips of yours" he mumbled out then leaned down to press his lips to mine. My eyes fell shut even though the thought of him between my legs was driving me insane. So insane that I actually brought my legs up just a little so they were pressed up against his outer thighs. I didn't want to seem like a total whore. After a second or two of his lips moving ever so gently against mine, he pulled away and moved his hand down to my leg "you can put them around my waist if that's what feels right, I won't mind it at all" it took less than a second for me to wrap my legs around his waist and pull him back down, my hand moving to the back of his neck so that I could guide him back down to my lips where I allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. It felt so warm.. and soft, it was amazing. It sounded gross and kinda felt gross. But I loved it.

Our tongues moved against each other's in a sloppy kiss, my hand moving away from the back of his neck so I could grab onto his bicep, my hips unwillingly arching up against his so that my jeans were grinding against his. I could feel something against my bulge, it might've been his own. I didn't know for sure but I did know I managed to let out a small noise. My breath hitched in my throat as I pulled my lips away from his, which made a loud noise. I kissed up his jaw just a little, my arms moving around his neck while he leaned down to press wet, hot kisses down my skin. My body was aching for him, I never felt so much lust for a person before.