These feelings and stories have sat inside me for so long, waiting to be shared. Everything depicted happened after turning 18. These events are from the start when I was 18, my uncle was 24.

Have you ever felt like you had a yearning for something you couldn't explain? That was me.

I had a young mother who was the oldest of 7, blessing me with 5 uncles. Compared to me, almost all of my uncles are taller, more masculine, and "straight." All my uncles were appealing in different ways, but one made me hungry more than the others. My youngest uncle was only 6 years older than me, so growing up we were rather close. I always saw him as the cool, slightly older brother-uncle. He was cocky, suave, and exhibiting the typical machismo of the Latinx areas we lived in. We would play fight, stay up late playing Tony Hawk pro-skater, and had a hot-and-cold, cat-and-mouse type of relationship. What I loved most was that he always seemed to have some kind of girlfriend or woman in his life.

The hunger to suck his dick was something unexplainable. I couldn't even remember how long I'd wanted him. I would sit for hours and imagine what I wanted to do to him. I had seen a short clip from a movie once where a woman was kissing down a man's body from his neck, across his chest, and slowly down his abdomen as she drew closer and closer to a tight, white pair of briefs. I would play that scene in my head over and over, imagining him as the man and my mouth as the woman's. I wanted to devote my entire being to worshipping him from head to toe. The hunger was all-consuming, and I found it hard to not think about these things whenever he was around. Even around family, I would be actively thinking about sucking his cock and what I could do to get his attention or to notice me.

My desires were far from pure delusion, however.

There were definite moments between us that felt like a secret world. After all, he was the first to introduce me to what French kissing was when I wanted to know. I found myself trying to seduce him in the ways I knew how. When we'd game, sometimes I'd lay my head against his legs and rub my face a little too often against him. Sometimes he'd kiss me playfully and the gaze he held with me spoke of knowing how electric he was making me. Once, I devised a plan to expose myself to him. I decided to ask for help picking out an outfit. After getting out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and had him follow me into our walk-in closet. I picked a shirt and held it against my naked torso, requesting his opinion. He looked at me and said he liked it. I schemed to bump my towel when showing my shorts so that when my hands moved away, the towel would fall.

I could tell he was locked in.

But I was so timid and scared. As the towel began to drop, instead of letting it expose me, I caught it at my crotch and feigned embarrassment. He didn't say anything. Instead, he kept his eyes on me and said nothing. It felt like forever passed. Oh, how I wish I would have let the towel drop so he could take me in! Instead, after a few seconds I apologized and asked him to leave so I could get dressed. That is one opportunity lodged in my heart like a knife made of regret.

There was more, but that's a lot to type and read.

TL/DR: Secret cocksucker nephew almost succeeds at exposing himself to his uncle.