Now he has his family back, or at least the most important parts of it, and we are all a part of his sex life, too. It’s more than he could have hoped for and, I think, more than me or Hunter could have imagined. It has really opened up a kind of flood gate inside of him, though. I don’t know what he used to be like, but he’s a real tiger in bed now! The ultimate butch hard-fucking Daddy, and I’m loving every inch of him pounding all of that pent up hunger into my horny ass.

I’ve always been at least somewhat versatile. Although, when I grew my beard, it sort of stereotyped me as a top. That’s fine with me. I’ve got a nice dick, and I don’t mind using it. I’m a caretaker and it turns me on to play another guy like a fiddle and watch him squirm and moan for me, begging for more. I hope I get to use it on Hunter soon. Of course, that’s up to him but after everything that’s happened, it just makes sense. I’m a total bitch boy for my uncle, though. He’s the one making me squirm and moan.

I have a friend who is moving across the country for a job. He needs to sublet his apartment and it’s right here in my apartment complex. I had told him I would try to help him find a tenant even before Uncle Reece called me to talk about moving closer to me and Guy Space, the gay youth center that I help run. I think it would be perfect for Uncle Reece and Hunter.

Uncle Reece isn’t quite sold, yet. It’s two bedrooms but it’s not huge. I think, knowing that Hunter is leaving behind a nice large house with a pool, he really wants to give his son something nice to replace it. I know the only thing Hunter needs is his Dad’s love and my friendship. And his dad’s dick, from the conversations that we’ve had he can’t get enough of that. I’m really glad: as long as his sex needs are being met at home, he’ll stay out of the parks.

I took Uncle Reece to see the apartment. He seemed to like it but he was still not sure. I pointed out that it was full of my friend's stuff, and told him that he needed to imagine fixing it up the way he and Hunter wanted it to be. Then I had an idea. It’s kind of funny but, while I’ve been trying to get Hunter to control his urges and be more careful about what he’s doing, I’ve been trying to get my uncle to loosen up.

Uncle Reece has never had the freedom to just let go and not over think things. Sex has always been a risk for him, so I suggested that maybe we should test out the apartment; let my uncle get a feel for what living there would be like. I backed him up against a door frame and started feeling him up.

Of course his first reaction was, “What? Here? We can’t do that!”

I pointed out that my friend was several states away and not coming home without calling me. Nobody else was likely to knock the door down. When I got on my knees and pulled his pants down, I could almost literally feel his resolve weakening. When his cock hit the back of my throat for the first time, and heard him moan, I knew I had him.

I sucked him until neither one of us could stand it anymore. Then I stood up, dropped my pants, leaned up against the wall, and gave him my ass. I knew that, as soon as he saw it, his hard dripping cock would demand to have some. It was only moments before he was balls deep in my quivering hole, and I was all but leaving my body with the pleasure of it.

He stopped long enough to bend me over the breakfast bar where I was more comfortable, and he had better access, and drilled back into me. I was panting and moaning, my hope itching for another load of Uncle cum. I’m going to do anything I have to do to get my stud uncle and my cute nephew living across the courtyard.