Dad and Uncle Bobby

I sat in dad's office until it was time for him to leave work. He's the Vice-President of the technical college I attend, and since his truck was in the shop to be serviced, I offered him a ride back home with me. On the way home, we talked about anything and everything, but mostly about the Fourth of July cookout that he and my mom were having for our extended family. Most of my relatives lived within driving distance from our home near Savannah, Georgia, but my mom's brother, Uncle Bobby, and his wife, Aunt Linda, live in Phoenix, Arizona - a good four-hour flight from Savannah. They were staying with us for the weekend. They would be staying in the guest bedroom, which also served as my dad's computer room.

When we arrived at our house, Uncle Bobby and Aunt Linda were already there. They rented a car to use while they were visiting. I could hear my mom and Aunt Linda laughing and carrying on in the kitchen as we walked in through the back door. Peering around the corner, I saw Uncle Bobby watching some baseball game in the living room, stretched out in dad's favorite recliner. From there, Dad and I went our separate ways to our bedrooms to change into something more comfortable.

When I returned to the living room, I saw Dad and Uncle Bobby talking. Dad usually wore loose-fitting shorts around the house, but this time, the shorts he was wearing seemed to accentuate the outline of his bulge and he wasn't wearing a shirt. Evidently, I wasn't the only one who noticed - I saw Uncle Bobby glance at Dad's package more than just a time or two as they talked about the game on TV. In fact, I think I saw Uncle Bobby adjust his cock a time or two. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on between those two. I mean, Dad's straight as an arrow. I've found his Playboys stashed away in the garage, and his browser history indicates that he likes watching girl on girl porn after Mom goes to bed. As for Uncle Bobby - he and Aunt Linda have five children and three grandchildren. Both men are 53 years old and about the same size. Dad's 6'2" and weighs roughly 220-230 lbs., while Uncle Bobby is about 5'10" and weighs about as much as Dad.

Later that evening after dinner, Dad decided to take a dip in the pool to cool off. Even summer nights in south Georgia can be very warm, if not hot. He asked Uncle Bobby and me to join him. I declined, telling him that I was too full to swim, but Uncle Bobby gladly accepted Dad's invitation. Upstairs in my room, I could hear Uncle Bobby tell Dad that he needed somewhere to change, since Aunt Linda had already gone to bed. Dad told him he could change in his room.

Walking past my parents' bedroom on the way to take a shower, the door to my parents' bedroom was partially closed as the two of them changed into their swimsuits. I thought I heard my Dad tell Uncle Bobby to hurry because Mom might get suspicious. Curious as to what they were doing, I peeked in. I could see their reflection in the mirror facing the bed. Dad was on his knees sucking Uncle Bobby's cock. After a few grunts and moans, I heard Uncle Bobby tell Dad, "Now!" and then about 30 seconds later, his limp cock fell out of my Dad's mouth. I could hear the audible gulp as my Dad swallowed his load. I couldn't believe my eyes. I just witnessed my Dad and Uncle Bobby having oral sex. I dashed to the bathroom, not wanting to get caught.

In the shower, I couldn't help but to replay the scene I had just witnessed in my head. Why was Dad sucking Uncle Bobby? Dad's straight, I kept telling myself. Thinking about their little rendezvous, as strange as it was, must have excited me because my cock was hard as rock. I jacked off, finished bathing, and then returned to my room.

Around 11:00, I heard them out in the pool. Mom and Aunt Linda were already asleep, and my Dad and Uncle Bobby must have thought that I was asleep, too. My room was dark, but I was texting a friend of mine trying to forget their encounter. After we finished our conversation, I looked out of my window and saw Uncle Bobby sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet dangling in the water. Dad was standing in the pool between my uncle's legs. I saw Uncle Bobby lean down and kiss Dad. It was more than just a peck on the lips; it looked like how I kissed my ex-girlfriend - deep and passionate. Uncle Bobby then leaned up a little and pulled his swimsuit off, and then I saw Dad tugging on my uncle's swollen member. From what I could tell, it looked like Uncle Bobby had to be at least 8 or 9 inches long. Dad put it in his mouth again and I could tell he was sucking by the way his head was moving. I don't know if Uncle Bobby shot his load or not, but Dad got out of the pool, and they moved to nearby lounge chairs.

Dad took his swimsuit off and leaned back in a nearby lounge chair. Uncle Bobby sat on the side of the chair beside Dad's and started sucking his cock. A few minutes later, Dad leaned up, grabbed Uncle Bobby by the head, and thrusted his hips up. Uncle Bobby licked the remaining cum off of my Dad's cock, and then they put their swimsuits back on. On the way back in, I saw Dad pat Uncle Bobby on the ass.

The next day was interesting, to say the least. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, but I noticed that every time Dad and Uncle Bobby were close to each other, they seemed to be flirting. Even when Dad was at the grill, Uncle Bobby leaned into Dad's ass to grab the ketchup.

Everyone left the party around 7:00 that night, and Uncle Bobby and Aunt Linda left for the airport early Sunday morning. I'll never be able to look at my Dad the same way again - knowing that he likes to suck dick. And I can't help but to wonder who else he's sucked in the family.