My fantasies were of men - strong muscular men, men with hairy legs and thick, juicy cocks. Like all adolescents I jerked off regularly, but in my case, I rarely thought of girl bodies. I had black hair and eyes, wide shoulders, a well-developed chest and abdomen, and very strong legs from a regular work out. I had naturally grown a lot and at eighteen stood six feet tall. It certainly was great news, but it also worried me a little. He was coming home for the holiday which meant he would be staying with us for about a month. I couldn't believe it at first since I could not believe anyone would not like my uncle John. Then I heard that he was divorced and that his wife had left him. When I turned twelve, he got married to a nice girl from another town and his job took him away from our little town, so I had hardly seen him in these last few years except for Christmas. He would return for summer, but always worked hard at his summer jobs so we were less together.
Then he went to college and I didn't get much chance to see him, what with school and all. Whenever I was with him we always had a lot of fun. He would play with me and teach me things like fishing, tennis, and horseback riding. He always treated me as if I was special, probably because I was his only nephew.
He was fifteen when I was born, so that would make him thirty-four now. Ever since I was small, I loved my uncle John.
