My curiosity got the better of me when I was going up the stairs, and instead of turning right into my room I found myself going left to his. He wished me a goodnight and continued sitting on the couch, flipping through channels.
I excused myself from the room, saying I would call it an early night and just hit the sack. I kept thinking what would happen if he saw how hard my penis was right now. I was trying not to but that just made it worse.
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We watched the TV for an hour so, flipping channels often until we ended up watching a little of everything.
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He didn't have a full size sofa, just a love seat, so we ending up sitting right beside each other, almost touching. The night grew darker as we were finishing up, and we took the conversation to his living room. He told me some stories from his childhood and we shared some laughs. If I had a job or if I liked school this was the most we've ever talked but it felt right. We talked about my life and what I've been doing. I sat down across from Uncle Pete as we ate. "Why don't you finish unpacking your things and come down after, dinner should be ready by then," he explained. If Uncle Pete was good at anything, it would have to be cooking. The kitchen was filled with something smelling amazing. He showed me where everything was, the kitchen, the bathroom, and the living room.
Right before the stairs, across the hall, was his bedroom. He wanted to give me a tour of the place. He started to walk off, motioning for me to follow him. He gave me a chuckle of agreement, "That's why I fell in love with the place." "Something about it just feels so warm to me." "I know it's nothing like your parents place, but it works for me." I could hear Uncle Pete come up the stairs behind me as he stood in the doorway. I started to unpack my things as I heard the car the starting and went to the window to wave my parents goodbye. The wind gave a nice warm breeze and the country air smelled wonderful. I turned and gave my mother and father a hug and went inside, up the stairs, and to the right like Pete had said. "Why don't you go on inside and find your room, it's upstairs on the right," said Pete. He gave me a smile and our hands finally parted. Our eyes connected throughout the entire handshake, I didn't want to let go. His warn, rough hands touched mine and I felt a tingle go down my spine. My mother followed through with a hug and I gave him a handshake as well. "Hey there big fella," my father said, extending his hand to give a hearty handshake. I unpacked my things and walked with my parents up to him on the porch. There was just something about it that made me feel welcome and at home. His house was small, but it felt warm and cozy. He sat on the porch in a rocking chair, swaying back and forth with the wind. We finally get to Uncle Pete's place after a two hour drive and it looked like it was right out of an older western movie. I'm almost a full grown man, I can take care of myself. I don't know what my parents were afraid of. Apparently being 18 I wasn't old enough or trusted enough to stay at the house by myself, so they made me pack up my things to go live with my uncle for a week. They were going on vacation again, leaving me behind so they could have a good time with each other. "Honey, you need to get your things together, we have to leave soon," yelled mom from the bottom of the steps.
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