Gasping, you tried to take a breath before his sac hit you again, pushing you to the right before coming down again. This continued, and as the ride progressed he got even sweatier, the juices from his cock and ball-sack gluing you right between his nuts.
He would occasionally scratch at you before letting his hand go back. Every time he did this it caused you to slide skin against skin, making a painful friction that heated things up. Thirty minutes in to the ride and It felt like a sauna, his man juices sliding around you. The musk only got worse and his constant sweat made his soft veined skin sticky and very musky, just like the jock he is. The constant vibration from the car made your entire back itch but every time you tried to get free the wrinkled flaps of his nuts gave away from your hand.
Finally we slowed down and the engine was shut off. I heard my uncle groan but he hopped out, creating an earthquake of trouble for me. You screamed as his nuts swung side to side, slapping you each way. Every step he took caused the huge wrinkled sacks to fly toward you, and grind up and down your body, slicking you up with his man juices. At one point they hit you at the same time, which, stopped them from flying around but also trapped you between them. Jeff’s manly and sweaty musk surrounding you.
Groaning you titled your head when you heard a ding.
“Damn, I really need to keep my dick under control.” Came Jeff’s muffled voice.
You blushed again and blinked your eyes, looking around to see… an elevator? Jeff must be going to his apartment. A few seconds later the elevator opened and your prediction was correct. Jeff quietly walked into his apartment, locking the door behind him and going over to his bedroom. His apartment was simple and contained one separate bedroom, living room, and kitchen.
Shutting the door behind him Jeff walked over to his mirror and flexed. Watching his muscles bulge and stretch. You could mostly see him through the speedo since it was now dry. Continuing to flex he grunted and admired himself, sometimes whistling and grinning. You watched as he ran a hand down his sculpted eight back and kissed his biceps, laughing at the size of them. finally he slowly brought a hand down to his dick, softly cupping it in his hands.
“And you… You’re my prized possession.” He murmured softly chuckling. Your thirty five year old uncle was hot!
“Eh, time to change!” He declared whipping off his speedo. You yelped as the motion caused you to fly up, falling right back into his pubes. You valiantly tried to escape but the thick wire like hairs gripped you tightly, forcing your four inch body to him. Before you could even try to contact him he grabbed a pair of piss stained black boxers, quickly pulling them up. You yelled his name but he just continued pulling the tight boxers up and letting them go with a snap.The pee stain covered your whole body and you groaned as the smell of old piss filled you nose.
Jeff had apparently decided not to shower and plopped himself down on the couch, not caring about the sweat and pre cum smells radiating from his lower regions. You knew he wasn’t one to care about hygiene and would sometimes go days without taking a shower, even if he did heavy workouts. Some of your favorite times to be around him, getting a good whiff of his pits. In fact you spent more time with your uncle than your dad. And, you felt much closer to him. He’d always been openly gay and had supported you when you came out of the closet so there’d always been that strong connection between you two, the fave uncle and fave nephew. Or, “neph” as he liked to call you. You had nicknamed him “Buff” due to his well muscled physique and both nick names had stuck.
Idly clicking through the the channels Buff stared at his phone, laughing at some things and watching tik toks. Groaning you slowly unwinded the coils of hair and made your way up his naval. Slipping on wet patches of pre, The strong smell overpowering you. Finally you made it to the top of his semi transparent boxers, staring at the low strung elastic strap, put barely above his line of pubic hair. How would you get out? Slipping your hands underneath it you grunted before lifting with all your might. Slowly the strap lifted higher, your knees buckling from the pressure. Once it was high enough you dove underneath, flying through the air. Snap! The elastic band hurtled back down, slamming you back onto Buff’s many pubic hairs. You groaned as you got a strong whiff of his sweaty musk, the hairs surrounding your head. Pushing up you realized that from the waist up you were out of the boxers, waist down you were still stuck. Does Buff…
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