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My Uncle Chris – Part 16 - Finale
🕑 Added 2025-08-06 20:00:08 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
The dorm room smelled like fresh paint and my half-unpacked duffel, clothes spilling onto the floor next to a hockey stick propped against the wall. I sprawled on the narrow bed, my navy tee riding up, my jeans snug from the long day of settling in. Chris sat on the edge, his black sweater hugging his broad chest, his dark hair slightly messy from running his hands through it. He looked tired, but his brown eyes had that warm, steady spark that always made my stomach flip. My parents had left yesterday, helping me haul boxes and set up, but Chris stuck around, claiming some business meeting in town. I knew better. He was here for me.
We’d been Snapchatting since London—flirty texts, his shirtless gym selfies, my shots of the campus rink. Every ping from him was like a lifeline, keeping us tethered despite the distance and the uncertainty. Now, with him here, the air felt charged, like we were stealing one last moment before college swept me up.
He leaned back, his shoulder brushing mine, and let out a long breath. “I talked to Emily.”
My heart did a weird lurch, and I propped myself up on my elbows, searching his face. “Yeah? How’d that go?”
He rubbed the back of his neck, his jaw tight. “Told her I love her—always will. She’s… she’s been my family, you know? But I told her I don’t love her in that romantic way anymore, the way a husband should love his wife. I also admitted I’m drawn to men—have been for a while. I need to explore that, figure out who I am. Said it’s only fair we get a divorce, try to end things on good terms.”
I nodded, my throat tight. I’d known this was coming—London had made it clear he couldn’t keep pretending—but hearing it was different but I couldn’t avoid a twinge of guilt, even though I knew their marriage was over years ago. “That’s huge, Chris. How’d she take it?”
He gave a small, sad smile. “Better than I expected. She said she knew something was off, and she felt the same—that our love was more familiar, not romantic anymore. She was a bit more taken aback by me confessing my bisexuality, but we both need time. We’re separating for now, figuring out the rest later.”
I reached for his hand, my fingers lacing with his, feeling the familiar warmth. “You did the right thing. That took guts.”
He squeezed my hand, his eyes softening. “Thanks. Means a lot, hearing you say that.”
I wanted to say more, to ask what it meant for us, but the words stuck. Instead, I shifted closer, my knee pressing against his thigh. “So, what’s next? You gonna be a free man, crashing college parties? Maybe show up at my games, be my personal cheerleader?”
He laughed, the sound warm but tinged with something heavy. “God, you make it sound so easy. I want to, Grayson. You have no idea how much. But you’re starting this whole new life—college, hockey, new people. You need to live it, make your own mistakes, maybe find a few guys to mess around with. I can’t just… follow you here. Not yet.”
My chest ached, a mix of disappointment and understanding. I got it—he was trying to let me grow, to not tie me down when I was just starting out. But it still stung. “Yeah, I know,” I said, keeping my voice light. “Gotta spread my wings, right?”
“Exactly,” he said, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “But I’m not going anywhere. I’ll visit. A lot. Games, weekends, whenever you need me.”
I grinned, nudging his shoulder. “Better. I’m holding you to that.”
He chuckled, pulling me closer, his arm wrapping around my shoulders. “You’d better.”
We sat like that for a moment, the hum of the campus outside—distant voices, a car horn—fading into the background. I leaned into him, my head on his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart. Then I sat up, a grin tugging at my lips. “Speaking of new people… I met this guy at summer school. Jake. Total beast on the ice. Nice dude, too. We’ve been skating together.”
Chris raised an eyebrow, his smile turning playful. “And handsome, by the look of how excited you are about him?”
I laughed, my cheeks heating up. “I mean, he’s… okay, I guess, not…” I trailed off, flustered, and he cut me off, leaning closer.
“Grayson,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “I can’t say it’s gonna be easy, but I want you to live your life, like I said. It’s okay if you like him.”
I looked at him, my heart twisting. “He’s not you. But I kinda like him. Nothing’s happened, or… there was this almost thing, I guess. I think, at least.”
Chris’s grin widened, his hand sliding to my thigh, brushing higher. “Really? Sounds hot. So, how’s he look?”
I swallowed, my dick twitching as his fingers grazed my bulge. “Tall, almost 6’3”. Sandy blonde hair, I guess. Buff as fuck, blue eyes, Midwest vibe.” I paused, my voice dropping, teasing. “And a nice meaty dick dangling in the showers. Fuck… a bubble butt, too.”
Chris’s hand pressed harder, rubbing me through my jeans, making me gasp. “Like yours?” he asked, his voice low, hungry.
“Maybe,” I said, my hips shifting, pressing into his hand.
Chris’s hand pressed harder against my jeans, rubbing the thickening bulge of my dick, sending a jolt through me that made my breath catch. His fingers, rough and sure, teased the outline, and I gasped, hips bucking into his touch. “Like yours?” he asked, voice a low growl, dripping with hunger, his brown eyes glinting with that mix of mischief and need that always got me going.
“Fuck, maybe,” I said, my voice thick, a grin tugging at my lips as I pushed back, wanting more. My dick was straining now, the denim tight, and I could feel the damp spot where precum soaked through.
He didn’t waste time. His fingers fumbled with my zipper, yanking it down, and my jeans hit the floor, freeing my dick—thick, veiny, the head flushed dark and glistening with precum that beaded at the slit. It bobbed heavy, eight inches of hard, aching flesh, my balls tight and full of cum below. Chris’s eyes darkened, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Fuck, look at you,” voice rough with want. “This cock’s gonna wreck me.”
I laughed, breathless, grabbing his sweater and tugging it off, exposing his broad chest—hard pecs, nipples tight and begging for my mouth. My hands roamed, nails scraping down his abs, feeling the ridges flex. “Get on me,” I said, lying back on the narrow dorm bed, the mattress creaking under my weight, my thighs spread wide.
He grabbed the lube from my desk, his jeans already gone, his dick springing free—thick, seven inches, the shaft smooth and heavy, the head plump and leaking, veins snaking under the skin. His own balls hung low, full, swaying as he moved. He slicked himself up, his hole tight and pink, winking as he straddled me, his knees sinking into the mattress. “You ready for this?” he teased, his voice low, dirty, as he positioned my dick against his ass, the slick heat of his rim brushing my tip.
“Fuck yeah,” I growled, gripping his hips, my fingers digging into the firm muscle of his ass, round and perfect, the kind you want to bite. “Ride me, Chris. Show me how much you want it.”
He sank down slow, his hole stretching around my cock, the tight, warm grip making me hiss. His ass was like a vise, hot and slick, swallowing me inch by inch until my balls pressed against his cheeks. He gasped, head tipping back, his throat exposed, a bead of sweat rolling down his neck. “Jesus, you’re so fucking big,” he said, his voice wrecked, his abs clenching as he adjusted, his dick bobbing against his stomach, dripping precum onto my abs.
“Take it,” I said, thrusting up slightly, making him jolt. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. Love how you feel around me.”
He started to move, slow at first, his hips rolling, his ass grinding down on my cock, each motion sending sparks through my nerves. The bed creaked, the room filling with the slick sound of lube and skin, the musky scent of sweat and sex. His hands braced on my chest, nails digging into my pecs, leaving red marks. “Goddamn, Grayson,” he panted, his voice thick, “you fill me up so good. Gonna feel this for days.”
I grinned, my hands sliding to his ass, spreading his cheeks, feeling the way his hole clenched around me. “That’s the plan,” I said, thrusting up harder, making him gasp, his dick slapping against his abs. “Wanna ruin you for anyone else.”
His laugh was breathless, dirty. “You’re doing a fucking good job.” He rode me faster, his ass bouncing, the sight of my cock disappearing into his tight, pink hole driving me wild. His balls slapped against my thighs, his dick leaking steadily now, a slick trail pooling on my skin.
I could feel the pressure building, my balls tightening, the heat coiling in my gut. “Fuck, Chris, I’m close,” I gasped, my hands gripping his hips, guiding his rhythm. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
“Do it,” he growled, leaning down to kiss me, his tongue plunging deep, messy and desperate, tasting of salt and want. “Fill my ass, Grayson. Want all of you.”
I thrust up hard, one last time, and the wave hit, my cock pulsing as I emptied my balls deep inside him, thick ropes flooding his hole, the warmth spreading as I gasped into his mouth. He moaned, his body trembling, his dick still hard against my stomach, leaking like a faucet.
I didn’t let him rest. I flipped us, laying on my back, missionary style, my legs spreading wide, he slicked up my hole. “Your turn to fuck me proper,” I said, kissing him deep, my tongue sweeping his, my hands pinned down by his. His chest heaved, sweat gleaming on his pecs, his dick twitching against my butt cheeks, the head flushed and dripping.
My own cock got hard again, throbbing, and then he slid into me, my hole gripping him like a glove. I moved slow, deep, each thrust meeting his thrusts, hitting that spot that made my eyes flutter shut, my lips parting in a soft gasp. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispered, kissing my neck, my own lips lingering on his pulse, tasting the salt and musk of his skin. “Love fucking you like this. Love you.”
His hands broke free, wrapping around my back. “Love you too,” he said, his voice raw, thick with emotion. “Fuck me harder, Chris. Need to feel you.”
He picked up the pace, his hips snapping, the bed creaking louder, the wet slap of skin filling the room. My ass clenched around him, my dick bouncing against my abs, leaving slick trails of precum. I grabbed my cock, stroking rough and fast, my thumb digging into the sensitive slit, making me buck. “Cum for me again, baby,” He said, his lips on my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
He thrust even harder, as I was chasing my own edge, the pleasure building again, overwhelming. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, and then I snapped, my cock pulsing, hosing down my own abs with more cum, the warmth binding us together. I kissed him through it, slow and deep, our tongues tangling, our breaths mingling.
Then, he too tensed, my hole tightening around his cock, and he came with a low cry, I felt him shoot inside me, warm, fucking perfect—before kissing his neck again, his thrusts deep and steady. “So fucking good,” I whispered, my lips brushing his ear. “You’re mine, Chris. Always.”
We collapsed, tangled in the narrow bed, panting, sweaty, my head on his chest, his heart pounding under my ear. The room smelled of sex and sweat, the faint hum of campus life outside barely noticeable. He brushed my hair back, his voice low. “If this is gonna work, we gotta be honest. It’s okay if we see other people, but we talk about it. Always.”
I nodded, fingers tracing his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. “Yeah. Missed you so fucking much, Chris. I’m… kinda down about it all, but I’m stoked for college, too. It’s weird.”
He laughed, pulling me closer, his lips brushing my forehead. “I love that about you. You’re gonna kill it here. And I’ll be around, Grayson. Always.”
I grinned, eyes bright, feeling the weight and the hope. We’d always be connected, no matter what came next. And that was enough.
Comments
Blake
I love that you enjoy this series so much, it's very dear to me as well. I also have some exciting news about it coming this Tuesday. Stay tuned! 😊
Blake
I love that you enjoy this series so much, it's very dear to me as well. I also have some exciting news about it coming this Tuesday. Stay tuned! 😊
Bryan G
I agree an occasional update would be great. This was a great series.❤️
Mit Seiler
This has been a great series. Very real. I agree with Jon that fast forwarding through the end of college and seeing where the guys are then would be wonderful. Thanks again for this terrific story!
