Uncle Reece has never had the freedom to just let go and not over think things. Sex has always been a risk for him, so I suggested that maybe we should test out the apartment; let my uncle get a feel for what living there would be like. I backed him up against a door frame and started feeling him up. Of course his first reaction was, “What? Here? We can’t do that!” I pointed out that my friend was several states away and not coming home without calling me. Nobody else was likely to knock the door down. When I got on my knees and pulled his pants down, I could almost literally feel his resolve weakening. When his cock hit the back of my throat for the first time, and heard him moan, I knew I had him.