It doesn’t take your uncle a second to relinquish all and every detail he had on the things he got up to when he was younger- available to ask by the way he regularly boasts about any lays he gets up to when he’s over to visit. Now though, in the privacy of his garage, there’s no need worry about thin walls and close-by ears.

"Well y'know boy, even back then there were a few fucks willin to let a boy 'round your age give em a good suck for a ride down this way n that." Uncle prattled on distractedly, skimming through a bunch of sticky old porn mags. With his pads playin with the shifting weight beyond the fabric using his free paw, when not taking a swig of his beer with a sigh.

"One of em was this big fella, the type of sleazy ol trucker you'd be thinkin up on the spot if ya were asked to imagine one- eyes covered by that hat, and all other features all swallowed up by that shaggy beard and furrowed brows of his if ya looked up from yer seat.”

“Surprisin how careful he was with drivin the way his gut pressed up against the steerin wheel" He adds with mirth, not bothering to mind your shifting legs.

“Those mitts of his…gave a good push down at least, big enough t’cover my head! ‘Fore I knew it, all I could smell was rank ol man and the feel of that padded bushy underside, all furry n bunched with all that hot raunchy ol musk, prolly from not showering a good while.” He sighs wistfully, nose twitching as if still remembering the smell. “Near damn marinated in it.”

“Least I knew what I was getting into ‘fore he buried mah muzzle down there. Sweet heaven it was, could stay down there for hours if the ride wasn’t so damn short, pumpkin my dick as much as I wanted. Least I got ta fish out his own hog when I got antsy enough, and the thing was dripping! Lapped that puppy up like it was melting, chin on his thighs between…with the rumble of the road drowned out and sweet melody it was…you ever hear a grown man moan cause of yer pretty mouth, son?”

His eyes finally trailed down your form, set on the press of thighs inward. With a grin, he puts down the stack of mags none too casually and rubs over your knee down to your inner thigh, soaking in the flustered state he caught you in with the slight bulge he catches. “Could always find a man like em’ and give a dial…been with more than a few who’d lend a favour to a pretty thing like ya…that is unless ya don’t mind if ol uncle here gives his lil buddy a test drive first?"