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Recently I went on a vacation to Canada. It was nothing special…. I had simply gone to visit a few relatives. But it turned into a trip I will never forget. The last house I went to visit was Peter and Melanie’s. They were a little dissapointed that they were the last on my visiting list, but a few ‘My favorite aunt and uncle’ comments took care of that. We talked for near days on end. They were a very talkative couple, and I could see that they were madly in love. They often kissed each other quite passionately and I could see a glimmer in their eyes when they separated. They always laughed when I got embarassed at their kissing, and they made jokes about it. I laughed too. It was a good visit. Then came an instance when Auntie Mel had to run in to work. She was frantic, as she had agreed to chaperone a 3rd grade swim trip, but now she would have to miss. I told her to calm down, that I would chaperone the kids in her place. She showered me with thank-yous and rushed out. Then I realized that I had forgotten to ask what school The kids went to. Peter had his day off today. When I asked if he knew whwt school Mel was talking about, he said “no problem man, I’ll drive you there” We arrived at the school and I thanked Peter for the ride. he said ” no no, Im coming with you.” I blinked and asked why. He said ” It gets madly boring around that place by myself, I need to hang out with someone.” He got out of the istanbul travesti Car and followed me inside. pulling out a pair of swimtrunks from the trunk of his car. “do you keep that there? Just in case?” I asked, He laughed but didnt say anything. We had a great time swimming in the pool. There was diving contests, who could make the bigger splash contests, and after a few hours several of the kids tried gang up on and wrestle Peter. It was great fun untill a kid got hit in the eye with a snorkel, and I had to take him to get patched up. When I got back from that, the fun and games were over, and everyone was heading back to the changerooms. I walked up to the teacher and asked if everyone came back. He checked his list and told me that 3 kids were still out there, so I set out to find them. The first kid hadnt realized that everyone was gone, and was still using his snorkel. He went back, no argument. I looked everywhere for the other two kids before the teacher came running up to me, saying that they had both left early. I grumbled the whole way back to the changeroom. I had been having so much fun….. But It was over now, so I had might as well get changed. walking through the changerooms, I tried to avert my eyes from all the naked Men around Me. There were the well-muscled guys that were pleasant to look at, but there were also the fat guys. I grabbed my stuff and headed for the private istanbul travestileri changing booth. I guessed it was for guys who were too shy to strip off in front of so many naked men. A 13 year old tried to whip my leg with his towel and I jumped back, just playing, and pretended to hide from him in the change booth. I walked in backwards and closed the door. heaving a huge fake sigh, and trying not to laugh. I heard an “A-hem” behind me and I turned. There was Uncle Peter. Butt Naked. I blushed furiously and gaped. I blushed because I thought he wanted his privacy. I gaped at his dick. Holy Fuck!!! That Fucking pole was a foot long at least! and it wasnt even erect! oh god……why did I think of that? this was My uncle! Peter saw me blush and made a dismissive gesture. ” ahh dont worry about it. This booth is big enough to share.” He thought I was embarassed at invading his privacy….. I was still staring at that dick! Melanie must have a fun time with that thing……. No! Stop thinking like that! I took off my shorts, visually considering my uncle. He was well muscled, a fact hidden by his baggy clothes, and a Tan over nearly all of his body that was interrupted by an underwear-shaped pale area around his crotch. He was a hairy guy. A great mass of pubic hair that continued to thin as it worked down his legs to the back. I noticed that he was giving me the same considering glances, travesti istanbul if more covertly. when He put that monster of his away into his pants, I said him “youre probably in here to hide that thing from any pride-issues out there”. He paused and seemed very interested in his shirt for awhile. “Thats not it.” he said finally, “Im kind of….A bisexual, so It sucks when I get an erection in a public changeroom”. I froze, staring at his face. It must have taken a lot of nerve to admit such a thing to anyone in this day and age, and it was oddly gratifying to have him choose to tell me. “why did you tell me that?” I asked. He raised an eyebrow at me and asked “do you have a problem with your uncle being half-gay?”. ” Oh not at all!” I reassured him, “I was just wondering why you told me! If It was me I would be worried that you would laugh or get creeped out” He looked at me awhile and said “I should have guessed that you would be so understanding of my problem. It seems you have the same one!” He pulled on his shirt and gave my cock a little stroke as he left. I jumped to realize that I was still naked, and that I had a hard on. I dressed in a state of deep dread. What would Peter think of me now? I had gaped at his giant weiner like a horny schoolgirl, and then gotten an erection! If there was any hope for him thinking I was jealous, It was gone with the erection. I pulled on My tee-shirt and steeled myself to meet him. I was going to clarify a few things and explain myself. On the second-last day of my visit I still hadnt done anything. I tried to forget our encounter in the following time, and he didnt bring it up either. Auntie Melanie got a phone call after dinner.
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