It’s not really something I’ve ever told anyone or even thought about too long. I knew nothing could ever happen, so it was just a little secret in my mind. That is, until I saw his nudes.

I was staying at his place for a week while my parents were away. I hadn’t ever spent more than a long weekend with my uncle before, and never alone. I didn’t know if I would be in his way or be too boring for him, but he was a perfect host. After a night or two, I went looking for a pen so I could do some work, only to find myself opening a special drawer in his office containing some special photos.

They were covered with some office junk, but it was clear what they were: nude photos of my uncle. And good ones, too! They were from a few years back, just judging by the look of him, but they were very revealing and explicit. I saw everything. Chest, legs, arms, cock, even his butthole!

I had always wondered what he looked like under his clothes, even when he was wearing a tank top and shorts. But now, I could see everything! My first thought was to take them and look at them on my own in private, but I knew if I did, he would eventually see they were missing. And I didn’t want him to know that I saw them, let alone that I took them.

Before I could think about what to do, it got too hard to do anything else. The house was quiet and uncle Brian hadn’t checked in on me in a while, so I figured I was more or less on my own. I shouldn’t have been so foolish as to take my cock out and start stroking it, but I did…

Image after image, I studied every line of his body. Every muscle, curve, and angle. Precum lubed up my cock as I looked closely at his cock, his ass, his feet. There was no part of him that wasn’t available for me to see, and I swallowed it all up!

I was so focused on the images and stroking, I didn’t hear the slow entrance of my uncle into the room!

“Myott?”

I was startled! I had a hand on my hard cock and a table covered in naked photos. That would be embarrassing enough to be caught in that position, but for him to see photos of himself… I nearly ran out of the room. Instead, I sat frozen in fear, waiting for him to scream or get mad.

Instead, to my surprise, he just sat down, looking through the images on the table, taking in what he was seeing and registering no reaction.

When he asked what I was doing, I felt silly telling him the obvious. It was clear what I was doing. I told him I didn’t mean to find them and I wasn’t snooping around. But I did ask what they were for.

He told me they were from a different time, before I was born. To be honest, I was surprised to hear that. He looked so good now. Not so different from the version of him in the photos. In fact… he looked even better.

I don’t know what came over me, but I said that out loud to him. He shot me a smile and I could tell he was a little embarrassed, but also flattered. He looked off for a second, as if he was considering something. A pregnant pause filled the room and didn’t break until he looked back at me. He could see I was still hard and looking at him. I won’t lie, seeing him in person after seeing the photos just made me even more eager to jerk off. And I think he could tell.

“You want to see the real thing?” he asked. It sounded like something I was dreaming about. I thought I misunderstood him, but then his hands reached up to his shirt, preparing to undo the top couple buttons.

My heart raced. I couldn’t think or breathe. It felt like I had no right response. I never thought this secret desire of mine would ever be acknowledged, let alone possibly come true. Before I could even respond, he already had two buttons opened. I started stroking my cock again and whispered, “yes… I want to see…”