Uncle Reece Scott was just getting out of the shower as I was walking by. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought he looked like my dad. He caught me staring at him and asked if I needed the bathroom. I told him what I saw but he said that I look more like my dad than he did. I don’t think I look like my dad at all. Of course, both of us standing there almost naked was bound to lead to us heading for the bedroom. While we were standing beside the bed kissing, I realized what it was really all about. My dad was not a bad father. He tried his best, but looking back, I don’t think he was really comfortable with kids, any kids. He was more open, as I got older, but, by then, we were distant from each other, and I was figuring out that I was gay, which just made me pull away more. I always like my Uncle Reece. A lot! But he was just my uncle, so we only saw each other so much. Then, of course, he disappeared. When I thought Uncle Reece looked like my father, what I was really thinking was that, more and more, I feel like he’s becoming my father. Of course, I never wanted to have sex with my dad! I guess I just accepted our relationship, and I don’t ever remember being envious of other boys that had warmer relationships with their dads. I just learned to be independent and take care of myself. Now that Uncle Reece is living here with me, though, I think he’s bringing out a more submissive vulnerable side of me when he fucks me. I’m realizing how nice it is having an older, stronger, assertive man willing to take me in his arms and love me. I’m beginning to admit to myself that he brings out a boy in me that has been hiding for a long time. That boy needs a man to love him, and show him that he’s loved. For Uncle Reece, part of showing me that he loves me is fucking me. I’m fine with that, and he’s damn good at it. Uncle Reece laid back on the bed with his arms behind his head, showing off his fit sexy body and baring his musky furry pits. His hard fat dick was standing up between his legs, twitching with desire, so I showed him how much I loved him like a good boy should, by kneeling on the bed and taking that hard shaft into my warm mouth and sucking the precum out of it. His soft moans of pleasure are the most beautiful sound that I’ve ever heard. He was reaching around to stroke my ass. He couldn't reach quite far enough to get his finger in my hole but I knew what he wanted, and of course, I was going to let him have it. When he couldn’t take anymore, he got me on my knees and pressed his face between my cheeks. I have a nice ass. I work hard to keep it round and firm. Damn! There is nothing like the feeling of his bushy mustache scrubbing against my cheeks while his firm wet tongue searches for my hole. I want to howl with pleasure but I just grit my teeth and moan and let him take his pleasure with my body. Knowing what’s coming has my cock so hard that I think I might come when he forces his daddy dick into my hole. Just before I start begging for it, he raises up on his knees and I feel his soft rubbery head stroking my hole. He never just shoves it in. He teases me with it. I think he teases both of us. I think he likes looking down at me knowing how good it will feel to sink his cock down into my hot tight hole. I’ll clench it tight and make him work for it, too. I love the pain of him stretching me open, like it’s the first time. Soon, he is in though, and fucking me hard like the alpha male stud that he is. Part of me wants it to last forever but another part is hungry for the feeling of his seed pumping deep into my guts.