I hardly noticed the girls. He was 6’3” tall and still in decent shape but had a prominent beer gut and a big Sicilian ass that made my mouth water. I dreamed of burying my face in his hairy haunch. Thanks to watching episodes of “Survivor” with my parents I figured out I really liked mature men with body hair. I would put a pillow in my lap to hide my hard-ons when really hot guys on the show wore only underwear that was frequently wet and outlined their swinging dicks. While we worked on the basement bath, Uncle Col would often remove his shirt since it was so hot in there in August and we only had a window AC unit. I loved it when he smiled at me and patted my shoulder. “Hey Mikey you should take your shirt off – don’t be stuffy like your dad here!” Dad gave him the finger and kept working but I stripped off my t-shirt in a flash. Col put his arm around my shoulders and I could smell his pungent BO; he was coated in sweat. I got instantly hard as I breathed in his manly aroma. He smiled down at me as I briefly put my head on his slick shoulder
