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First time married dad

So my wife wrecked the car last week and I had to take it in for some body work. My father in-law told me to go to his brother’s shop on the other side of town and said I’d get a discount if I mentioned his name. So I told my wife to call and find out more, which she did, and even got me the last appointment yesterday.

I think I met my wife’s uncle at the wedding and at a few family gatherings, but I can’t say that I really know him all that well. He’s married, has grown kids, all of which have moved out. He stands around 5’10 or so, grayish blond hair with a beard and he probably weighs about 215 or so. He’s a bigger guy, but not super fat or anything, just stocky, and really hairy.

When I got to the body shop, Tim, my wife’s uncle, came straight over when he saw me pulling in. He was friendly and welcoming and really made me feel comfortable quickly. He explained what the repairs would cost and how he was planning on working on it right away. He said that the discount meant that he would work on the car after hours and that I could stick around or call for a ride home. I was fine with hanging out, so I called the wife and told her I’d be late. Tim said I could help out, also, if that was the case.

The damage was fairly minor, mostly superficial surface dents. My wife was broadsided in slow motion in a parking lot. The other car had hardly any damage at all, front bumper only. Tim showed me how to help him, asking me to hand him tools, that sort of thing. I didn’t realize there was so much work in repairing dents and we ended up working for hours.

Tim’s a talkative guy, unlike me where I mostly just listen, and he’s the kind of man that is always scratching and grabbing at his balls, absentmindedly. You know what I mean? He’ll be talking to you with a wrench in one hand, and with the other digging down his crotch as if it’s completely natural. Which it was for him.

At one point I made fun of it and asked him if he’s got the crabs or something. He just looked at me and said, “Actually, I might.” “You noticed, huh?” “What?” I said. “Me scratching and stuff,” He said. “You don’t really think I have crabs, do ya? Cause I don’t know what they even look like...or what I should be looking for. My crotch itches a little more than usual, that’s all. Why, have you ever had them?”

“I don’t think so, Tim, but I had a roommate in college who did. Damn, we had to clean everything. Sheets and all our clothes. It sucked,” I remembered. “Think you can look at it for me?” Tim said as he eyed me with an unexpected vulnerability. “I dunno, Tim, really? Can’t your wife do that for you?” That’s when he looked kind of spooked and said, “No way! She’d kill me if I got them crabs.” “I don’t think I have ‘em anyway.”

“You can’t do that,” I pleaded. “Come on, if there’s a problem, you should get it taken care of.” And, after thinking about it, I decided to take a look and help him out, especially if he wasn’t going to himself. “Ok, Tim, I’ll take a look for you. Where’s the bathroom?”

When we got to the head, there was a sink with a light right above it, so that was the best place to inspect his underwear. He had a stool in there too, so I grabbed it and sat down near the lighting. Tim approached me with his hands already undoing his zipper and dropping his coverall to reveal his crotch and hairy legs. He was wearing white briefs which were a little too large for him and they sagged a little. The outline of his dickhead barely showing, off to the right side, and his pubic hair so thick it darkened his white briefs to a shade of grey.

As he thumbed the band at the top of his undershorts, it dawned on me that my face was directly at his cock level, which I was also about to get a close look at. I almost panicked, to be honest. “What the hell did I get myself into?” Keeping a straight face and reminding myself that this was a good deed, that I was helping Tim. I flattened my expression and turned towards Tim’s bulging briefs as he gently swept his shorts off his body letting his hairy cock dangle in front of my nose, the crowned head inches away from my breath.

I pretended that everything was normal and reached out and started to finger through his thick grey and brown pubic hairs, opening areas for inspection. Tim had a flashlight ready and aimed it at his crotch to help. I tried to stay away from his penis, but it was hard to ignore at the same time. You know what I mean? I was digging around his groin with my fingers already at the base of his shaft, my thumbs touching his dick here and there. He had the kind of cock that has an unusually large head. It was like a plum, and a slightly darker color than the rest of his shaft. And it was less than an inch away from my cheek.

While checking him, I thought I saw something and asked him to shine the flashlight as I peered my head closer towards his groin. My cheek feeling the heat of his large head, I had to move the rest of his cock to the side as I continued inspecting. Holding his dick to the side with my left hand, I fingered around the base of his cock and got a close look.

Nothing. Just a piece of cotton rolled up into a lint ball.

As I back my head away, Tim’s big headed older cock in my other hand, I realize that Tim’s getting a boner. I can feel it pulsing, responding to my touch, I let it drop, removing my hand altogether. But I kept busy, too, checking lower, around his nuts. I lifted them slightly with my left hand and ran my right index finger up and down his thigh...looking for anything. But even here, nothing.

I looked up at him and said, “Good news, nothing so far, Tim.” He smiled awkwardly, his eyes darting back and forth from his dickhead, back to my eyes. His cock was enlarged and filling up fast. His big plum head standing taller now, straighter, aiming at my mouth, just a few inches away. He said he was sorry. “Why?” I asked. “I....I’m....I getting a boner. I’m sorry. I can’t believe it. I’m so embarrassed.”

At this point, I was feeling a little more comfortable with his cock in my face. Kinda of enjoying it, to be honest. “Don’t worry about it.” “Let’s check your backside since I’m down here.” I had him turn around and bend over. While I’m still sitting on the stool, he brought his ass towards my face as he bent over and then spread his cheeks as I instructed him. I started to run my fingers through his ass hair, up and down. Nothing. His balls were a nice size, full looking, and hung nicely in between his bent over ass cheeks, dangling, as my fingers found their way in between them and Tim’s inner thigh. He shoved his ass higher and my thumb accidentally found his butthole. I swiped it quickly up his hairy asshole, back down his thigh. Then I did it again, but this time let my thumb rest right on top of his puckered hole.

He was completely hard, I could tell. When he stood up, he didn’t turn around right away, and lingered instead, with his waist facing away from me. I turned him manually, with my hands, and his full blown, fat headed, plum looking dickhead, was raging just near my mouth. He looked down at me and said he was sorry again. This time, I said, “Looks like you don’t have any crabs, after all, Tim, but your cock looks like it needs to be serviced and taken to the shop.” “When was the last time you came?”

His dick, thick, hairy, and hard was still in my face when he looked down at me and said, “yesterday.” “I jack off every day,” he said almost proudly. His proud member bouncing in front of my nose. I reached up and grabbed his thick shaft and jacked it back and forth and said, “Like this?” His eyes rolled back as he seethed, “Yessssssss.”

I was into it at this point and was honestly enjoying his fat rod in my hands, it was nothing like mine, so it was strange and different, exciting. So I went for it. I’ve never played with someone else’s cock, but here I was, jackin this older man. It felt good. So fat, that plum head so tight and taught. Bursting.

“Please taste it,” Tim whispered, “please lick it.”




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