Uncle Bo's Size 12's
by xmarinejoe@yahoo.com

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Ever since I can remember Uncle Bo has always been a good role model for me.

He gave me my first taste of coffee, my first chat about the birds and the bees, and was the one who took the time to teach me how to drive in his new car. I've always enjoyed being around him and I guess he thought I was a good kid. I secretly had a crush on him but didn’t exactly know at the time, since I was still a virgin. But being that he was 5’ 9”, 160lbs of muscle, had a killer smile, and the most beautiful pair of feet ever, it really wasn’t a surprise that people found him attractive. And he just had the greatest demeanor that confirmed his confidence. He was only 10 years older so that made our hanging out seem somewhat natural.

It’s now been five years since I’ve seen last him and a lot has changed during that time. My Uncle Bo got married, I did a tour in the Coast Guard, and finally discovered my sexuality. My foot fetish deepened during my tour. I had plenty of opportunity to see a lot of hot feet and sometimes even got to play with them. However, when I fantasized, it was mostly about my Uncle Bo and his size 12‘s. They were masculine, had deep arches, long meaty toes, and the smoothest soles. Uncle Bo always kept them well groomed too. It was very easy to imagine myself rubbing, sniffing, licking and sucking on every part of Uncle Bo’s beautiful feet. And it never took long for me to cum while entertaining these thoughts. Anyway, these were only fantasies. And besides, Uncle Bo is now married.

I’ve recently turned 21 and headed out to San Diego to visit my Uncle Bo and his wife. I’d been stationed off the coast of the Carolinas, but Uncle Bo and I kept in contact by letters and few phone calls over the years. I was rather excited, to say the least, when he announced that he was taking a week off work and wanted me to take that time to come for a visit. At 35,000 feet I began to have mixed feelings about the trip. I wondered if we’d still get along as well as we did when I was younger and if he would still be as fun to hang out with. Mainly though, I was concerned about him not liking me as much since I was

the one who really changed. Either way I was glad that I’d get to see him again and was sure that he would at least be friendly with me. After all, he was the one who extended the invitation. When I arrived at the baggage area I was pleasantly surprised to see my Uncle Bo. Young, handsome, and studly; and there was that disarming smile. He had traded in the jeans and t-shirts for a tank top, board shorts, and flip-flops. I immediately got a slight rise in my trousers. He hugged me and tousled my hair just like he’d done every other time we first got together. “Good to see you Little Buddy,” he beamed.

“ Although you don’t look so little anymore.” We then engaged in a playful tussle (another of our traditions), and it wasn’t long before we had a small audience. Neither of us cared enough to quit until one of us was pinned. I gave the honor to Uncle Bo since I was technically in his territory. “Just remember that I’ll always be stronger,” he announced.

“ Sure. And I’ll always be younger,” I chuckled. Uncle Bo had taught me to always live in the moment. It was refreshing to see that he was still taking his own advice.

When my bag finally arrived he insisted on carrying it and I let him. I pretended to be taking in the sights and allowed myself to follow just a bit behind. I was trying to sneak a peak at his muscled rump as he walked. Yes, it was still nice and round and appeared very edible. My heart sank when this strange woman came walking over to us and planted her lips squarely on my Uncle’s.

“ Hi Honey, I want you to meet my nephew Brian.” “Very nice to meet you Ma-am,” was all I could muster.

She laughed and I immediately realized why my Uncle had chosen her to be his partner. She had that clean feminine beauty befitting a Goddess, and she carried herself with the same confident ease that I had learned to recognize in my Uncle. Her smile was even more engaging than his.

“ Brian, you get to call me Sophie. We are practically the same age.” Then this tight hug by this strangely exciting woman; her breasts planted firmly against my chest. Hopefully she didn’t think that the erecting I was sporting had anything to do with her.

It was close to lunch time and Sophie piloted the sedan to one of her favorite burger joints near the beach. Conversations were fun, easy, light, and sincere, and I was liking Sophie more as the minutes went by. I then had a bit of guilt for having lustful thoughts earlier about her husband (my Uncle).

Following lunch, Sophie announced her plans to have some girl time at her friend’s and that us boys would have to entertain ourselves for the afternoon. “What are you in the mood for, Little Buddy?” asked Uncle Bo.

“ I could actually use some R and R time. That flight kind of wore me out. Maybe we can get a movie and just kick back at the house.”

I remembered the hours Uncle Bo and I had spent looking at Westerns. He apparently did also, because he visibly brightened at my suggestion. We dropped Sophie off, at her request, at her girlfriend’s. She said goodbye and that she would get a ride home maybe around 7pm. Uncle Bo and I stopped by the video store and picked up two DVD’s. We arrived at the house and I quickly showered. Uncle Bo had taken out some lounge pants for me and I slipped them on.

“ Wow! You’ve really grown up Brian.” This as I came down the hall.

“ Yeah, better watch out,” I replied. “Soon you wont be able to win any more at wrestling.“ This made him laugh that sexy way he always did. “Keep right on dreaming!”

I followed him to the den and found exactly what I needed. There was a giant bowl of popcorn, a pail filled with ice cold coronas, and the previews on the first film were just about over. Uncle Bo had apparently showered also because he was sporting a fresh clean scent and lounge pants not unlike mine. The lighting in the den was configured to resemble those in a small movie theatre. I chose to join him on the over-sized sofa; bypassing the recliner and strange looking love seat. The latter was obviously where he and Sophie spent most of their den time. I liked her enough but I wanted this time to be about my Uncle Bo and I. Besides, sitting on the sofa would put me close to the refreshments.

“ Best seat in the house.” This coming from my ever observant Uncle Bo who seemed aware of my decision-making.

I sat down and the film started shortly afterwards. We spent most of the first half of the film chatting, joking, and drinking. I was sitting near one end of the sofa with my feet on the coffee table while my Uncle Bo sat with his back against the armrest and his feet facing me. The bucket of beer was on a stool just behind us and the bowl of popcorn had the choice spot; nestled firmly between my Uncle Bo’s ankles. We continued to chat and I totally lost track of the movie. I remember seeing Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker squaring off and some little Asian girl signing along with Mariah Carey on her head phones in the back of a car. I reached for another handful of popcorn and missed. Instead I grabbed my Uncle Bo’s right foot.

He didn’t flinch or miss a beat. “You know,” he smiled “those toes wont taste anything like popcorn.”

I must have been feeling brave because my response surprised even me. “No, I’m sure they’ll taste much better.” There it was out in the open. I had just given enough ammo to my Uncle for him to toss me out of his house for disrespect.

But he did no such thing. He instead gave that hearty sexy laugh and wiggled his toes. “Just don’t try to swallow them. Ok?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. My hand hadn’t left his foot during this time and I proceeded to give it a slight rub. Uncle Bo reached for his fourth beer, took a deep gulf, and closed his eyes. I was happy for this because I was starting to have some serious tent action in the flimsy lounge pants. That instant I planted his size 12 against my face and my dick was throbbing with full force. This made his eyes spring open. The theatre-esque lighting was not enough to mask my excitement, and I did not try to hide it as I inhaled the sweet aroma of my handsome Uncle’s foot. I placed my corona on the floor and now used both hands to massage his foot while using my tongue to explore every crevice. I licked the tops of the slightly hairy toes, the sole, the arch, and the heel. I finally engulfed his big toe and sucked like my life depended on it.

This caused moans of pleasure from my Uncle Bo. “Yeah Little Buddy. Show your Uncle Bo how much you missed him.”

When I looked up at him this time he too was having some growth of his own. He placed the corona in his lap as a disguise of sorts. This slight shyness made him appear even sexier. I grabbed his left foot and used it to massage my cock through my lounge pants while his right foot continued to get attention from my mouth. Soon he became more of participant. He was freely moving his left foot up and down the length of my shaft while he tried to force the other down my throat. I managed to roll his lounge pant let up and caressed his hairy calf a bit.

He continued to audibly express his satisfaction and I matched with sounds of my own. Just then I felt the churning in my balls, and Uncle Bo must have felt it too because he started stroking my dick more vigorously with his foot. By now I had all of the toes of his right foot in my mouth and they were totally slick from the spit bath I was giving. Uncle Bo was using an in and out motion on my mouth with his right foot, while doing the up and down thing with his left. His talents seemed endless. The moment was perfect and the intensity of my orgasm was unlike any other I had ever experienced those many times I had fantasized about him. And just in time too, because as the last few quirts hit the inside of my lounge pants we heard a car door shut. Sophie would be down in less than a minute.

“ Better go clean up,” this from my Uncle Bo in an unusually raspy voice. “I’ll pause for you.”

I buried the soiled lounge pants in the laundry and found an old pair of running shorts near the top of my suitcase. When I returned Sophie was saying good night to Uncle Bo. She had to be up very early tomorrow for some new client.

“ I’m so glad you’re here to keep your Uncle’s company, Brian,” this as she slipped out of the den.

I returned to my position on the sofa and Uncle Bo continued the film. He settled into more of a reclining position that caused his feet to bump against my leg. I lifted and placed them into my lap. The outline of his cock was still very visible through the flimsy lounge pants.

I looked at the Jackie jumping over a taxicab, but was distracted by thoughts about what the next few days would bring.