Date: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 09:20:41 -0400
From: Carl
Subject: Uncle Dom

Uncle Dom

People call my dad a prick. He does fit the bill. A big one. Victor Emanuel
Condoli doesn't do much around our house. Mom brings home the paycheck, and
does all the cookin, and cleanin. Dad's specialty is "taking care" of
ladies. Judging by the noises coming from their bedroom, he must do a
pretty good job. He doesn't bother with me much, except for days when Mom's
working, and I'm not at school. He drags me around the neighborhood, while
he diddles one wife or another. He sits me down in their living room –
or the kitchen if there's a garage - to warn if somebody shows up who
wouldn't like him screwing their woman.

That actually happened not so long ago. I heard a car pulling in the
driveway, and rushed into the bedroom without knocking. What I saw struck
me dumb. There was this naked woman on the bed, still in her high heels,
crouched on hands and knees, her face buried in the covers, and her ass
hangin' over the edge of the bed. Dad's pants were down to his knees, his
hairy ass drilling her from behind. This was my first time actually seeing
live sex between a man and a woman, and it looked pretty gross.

Oddly enough, it was my father's hairy ass and big balls that got my
attention. From the depth of the strokes, I figured his dick had to be
huge. The kitchen door slamming snapped me back to reality.

Dad heard the noise too. Swiveling around, he spotted me."What the fuck---"
he said, "What' the hell are you lookin at?" Before I could open my mouth,
he realized what was happening. "Some lookout you are kid. Shit!"

Ridiculous as it sounds, the first words out of me were: "Jesus, Dad, I had
no idea your dick was so big." In the next moment, the husband was in the
bedroom. He, too, looked astonished at the sight of Dad's big Italian
sausage. I guess that made three of us!

Dad seemed kinda calm. "Look," he said. "I'm really sorry about
this. Junior here was supposed to warn me, but he's a little slow on the
job. Listen, I do a number of ladies along this block, not just yours. I'm
wanted for reasons you can see yourself. Word gets around. I'm always ready
to fuck. No hard feelings, mister, but this is just one more roll in the
hay – nothing special. In fact, you might wanta thank me for showin' her
a damn good time. From what I can tell, it seems like a welcome addition to
her sex life."

To emphasize his point, Dad grabbed himself and swung it side to side. Even
sagging a bit, it was still a monument. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

The husband fumed. "You friggin wop son-of-a-bitch! Get the fuck outa here,
and take your goddamn kid with you."

"Now... I know you're upset," Dad countered, "Tell you what ... why don't
you take my son here and screw the bejesus outa him. Poke his ass
good. Talk about a fuckup.... he fucked up royal! If you're into kink,
here's your chance to get even - no strings attached – with my damn
blessing. He fucked up, so he deserves whatever you feel like doin'."

Dad's offer was the second stunner in less than a minute, yet I still
couldn't tear my eyes from his big cock hanging down, now sorta
half-mast. I guess it didn't quite sink in yet that he had just offered my
ass to save his own!

The husband remained quiet for a time, fingering his lips with one hand,
like he was thinking it over, and squeezing his genitals with the
other. After a couple minutes, while we all waited, he finally nodded.

The deal was made.  Believe it or not, Dad got right back on the guy's
wife. The only difference was now, with absolutely nothing to hide, she let
loose with some of the same yelling I heard outta Mom at home. Her husband
was nowhere near Dad's size, so he got into me pretty easily. To my
surprise, it felt pretty good. Before long, to my further surprise, I had a
quick, intense orgasm. Dad saw it, and said "Christ, the kid's a fuckin
fag." Somewhat overwhelmed by it all, I started to cry. When some of the
husband's semen leaked out of my ass from the sobbing, Dad stormed out of
the house.

The husband made me lick off his dick, then his naked wife's soggy
snatch. "Eat it out – you little prick!" he demanded, slapping my ass
hard. Knowing it was Dad's load inside her made my first cunt-lick quite
exciting. Once I got most of the cum out, he pulled me off her pussy, and
climbed aboard. Compared to her fuck with Dad, it looked like a
comedy. While he flailed away, she yawned, put one arm behind her head, and
mimed the words 'thank you', and blew me a kiss. Apparently my muff job was
pretty good. The father/son duo was an unexpected bonus, I guess.

After that, things around the neighborhood quickly changed. I was asked to
mow front lawns and backyards up and down the block, with the man of the
house around, watching impatiently, lending a hand with this and that. I'd
wind up afterward bent over in the garage corner taking the guy up my
ass. I'd be lying to say I didn't enjoy it. The best part were my orgasms,
which kept coming, mostly with my own helping hand. But every so often the
happy homeowners, nearing their climax in my rump, would reach around and
lend theirs. Those always turned out extra good.

Mom learned all about it from other wives. Apparently she didn't mind
sharing her husband, nor me getting fucked. I figure she must have known
about ol' Vic's playin around for a long time. With his sex addiction way
off the charts, maybe it was a relief there were others to screw. "I'm just
sorry he used you to get out of a jam" she said. "Once you start taking it
up the ass, and enjoy it, it's hard to stop. Whatever you do, don't let
your Uncle Dom know about any of this. He's nearly as bad as your father,
and a lot like him."

Her warning got me interested. Whether I started out faggy, or not, I knew
I had become one. While lovin' your Dad's dick is taboo in the eyes of most
people - including Dad himself – the idea of getting done by Uncle Dom
hadn't occurred to me before she mentioned it. Uncle Dom was younger than
Dad by five or six years, still single, and a lot of fun. If his dick was
anything like dad's, I'd love to see it, feel it, taste it, and, if not too
big, take it inside. But how could I let him know I'm interested and
available?

Mulling over the problem, I decided on a plan. The next time he visited, I
would slip a note into his coat offering my services. I worked on it for
days - during school, and at night in bed. To be sure, I jerked off over
practically every word, including a time or two in study hall! The idea of
asking uncle for a fuck was pretty intense! I pictured him with Dad's huge
cock - standing straight out like the Washington monument. It was beyond
hot!

The note turned out simple: "Dear Uncle Dominic," it read. "For a long time
now I've wanted to sleep with you, but please don't tell Mom or Dad. Very
truly yours (I hope) – Andrew Candoli."

I slipped it in his overcoat pocket one Sunday dinner. I was a nervous
wreck when he put it on to leave. If he reached for his keys while still
inside, he might feel the paper. In fact, he said nothing. He just pulled
out his keys and left.

The next few weeks I really worried. Having delivered the note, I was now
fearful of the consequences. I figured the longer it took for something to
happen, the less likely it would. At least one thing was certain. Uncle Dom
had not come running to my parents waving my note around, ranting "What the
fuck is this?" If that happened, Dad would never just sit around. Uncle Dom
deserved props for playing it cool, no matter how he felt. I started
feeling halfway normal again. Every night I knelt beside my bed, and
thanked him for not embarrassing me, then slid under the covers and jerked
off with him for my main image.

Life does go on - no matter what. Even though I got no response from Uncle
Dom, there were still lawns to mow, and garage corners to enjoy. 'My cup
runneth over', as the saying goes. I gradually realized that all men needed
for great sex, was just making sure it felt good for them. The guys seemed
nice enough. Their cocks were not that big, so I could do them either oral
or anal. Call me a slut, but I often had two a day. One before supper,
another after. Even Dad seemed happier. The need for a 'lookout' pretty
much evaporated. Everybody acknowledged – females especially – that
he was top dog along this block, and let him romp freely. His greatest love
was his own cock. I admired it too. And Mom - it finally dawned on me -
seemed to be quietly directing the whole show.

Uncle Dom remained the open question. What had he really thought of my
request? Did he realize how difficult this had been for me? Did he know the
risks I took in writing that note? What had he done with it? Burnt it, I
hoped, chalking up the whole thing to an adolescent crush!

But it wasn't, of course. No point in mooning about it. I love dick! All
dick!The bigger the better. I had these guys paying me for a fuck. Granted,
a few grass clippings were thrown in – but these were sorta like
foreplay. As I did their lawns, they'd stand in their garage door watching,
feeling themselves up, their balls starting to tingle in anticipation, and
my ass, perched in the bucket seat of their tractors, getting all sweated
up and ready for them.

My big break came about three months later with a call from Uncle Dom about
an extra ticket he got for a game at State U, which could be mine if I
wanted. Dad shrugged his shoulders, miffed that the invitation didn't
include him. Mom said it was OK to go. They thought the extra seat was a
third one added to the pair Uncle Don usually got for him and a friend. But
I hoped the seat was not really extra, and I was his date for the
weekend. I knew that State games usually meant a Saturday night stayover,
returning home Sunday, so no school would be missed.

When he came to pick me up, my heart skipped a beat. He was alone! We said
nothing to each other until well out of town.  He finally began to
speak. "When your father told me you turned into a fag I didn't believe
him. That horse's ass is always dissing somebody, so why should you be an
exception? Then I got your damn note. I felt the paper in my pocket while I
was still in your house. I stood on your front porch to read it, and damn
near fell down the steps. I honest to God didn't know what to do. So I
steered clear of your place for months. Corrupting my own nephew was
something I never even dreamed of. Then I started thinking - maybe it isn't
all that corrupting. I mean, like Victor says, if everybody's fuckin you,
you're already more or less 'corrupted'. And if you wanted my dick enough
to make a written request for it, you must be gay, and maybe I should
consider it – like a birthday present, or something."

"My birthday is months away, Uncle Dom."

"I know - but would it hurt to get some a little ahead of time?" he
answered with a sly grin.

"No, it wouldn't," I answered, my spirits hitting the car roof!

After a spell, Dom continued. "So what do you do? How did all this get
started?"

I told him about Dad's romps through the neighborhood, dragging me around
as his lookout, and how I messed up. Dad gets caught with his pants down,
and offers me up to the husband, as a kind of peace pipe.

Uncle Dom, eyes on the road, nodded knowingly."That motherfucker is some
kinda prick. You may not believe this, but he did the same thing to me when
I was still a kid. - humpin our neighbor's old lady. Getting caught is old
stuff with him. I had to take her ugly jerk husband up my ass. I hated
every minute of it. So what happened with you?"

"It wasn't that bad. I watched Dad back on the guy's wife – goin' to
town, while the husband was screwin' me. It was kinda hot stuff, you
know. He felt pretty good inside me, and I came without even touching
myself."

"Was that your first time up the ass?"

"No, but it was the best. Watchin Dad really helped, I guess"

."Ol' Vic without clothes can really be a sight. Maybe I'll be to your
liking too. I'm pretty much the same – same genes, you know. Never had
any complaints, and get eyed up a lot in shower rooms. You want to feel?"

Wordless, I reached across the front seat and found it right away. Too big
to miss. There was a happy look on his face.

"You suck as well as fuck?" he asked, glancing over. I nodded back.

"Well, slide over and get busy. It's all for you this weekend."

It was a struggle getting his cock out of the jeans. At one point, he had
to stiffen his body, and lift up, in order to get the head clear of his
zipper. While still off the seat, he told me to open his belt, and pull
down his pants and underwear. As I hauled down the underpants, a coarse
black bush sprung free. His long cock hairs, free of confinement, made a
thick mat almost four inches deep around his big dick.

"Wow!" I said. 'You are as big and hairy as Dad."

"I was hoping you'd say bigger."

"Mom said you might be. She sorta gave me the idea for this."

"Your mom is great. I often wondered what she sees in a jerk like Vic...
but that's another story."

I couldn't say much with a mouthful of cock.

"My God, kid, where did you learn to suck like this?"

"My garage buddies."

"Huh! Fuckin "A" student, I'd say. Tell you what – let's find us a motel
for the night. I know one a couple miles down the road. We can put the game
on TV so at least we'll know what happened if somebody asks – OK?"

Uncle Dom started groping my crotch. At this point I should make a
confession: I'm a Condoli, right? So chances are pretty good I'll grow up
like my Dad and Uncle – maybe not a fuckin horse like those guys, but
still pretty large. Already I'm bigger than guys around school, and my
neighborhood 'clients'. So here's my hot uncle jerkin me almost as good as
I do myself. I'm so grateful, I double my efforts to bring off his massive
dick.

"Oh man, " he responded. "You eat it too?"

I slobbered something positive sounding, and sucked away, while he fondled
my dick.

"You've got a nice cock there, Andy Condoli," he said, patting my
tool. "But let's take it easy for now. Don't want no accident. You can have
more once we're settled in."

At the motel, I waited in the car while signing up for the room. Once
inside, we stripped and jumped under the covers till the room warmed up.

"You want me to turn around?" I asked.

"Nah – wait'll it warms up in here. How about givin' Uncle Dom a big fat
kiss."

If I closed my eyes, it could have been my father kissing me, but I kept
them open. This was Uncle Dom, and his lips were telling me how much he
loved me. It was erotic and it was sweet. I clasped his hairy ass cheeks,
and pressed them to me. He lifted my leg and placed his enormous hot dick
in my crotch. I reached around back of me, and began squeezing its massive
head, which leaked precum all over my fingers.

"You ready for it, Andy?"

"I've been ready for months."

"Sorry it's taken so long, but I had misgivings."

"You shouldn't 've. I'm the one who proposed."

"Yeah, but I'm supposed to know better"

In the next instant his middle finger was buried deep in my hole, shoving
in and out roughly. I knew, right then, this would to be my first great
love-fuck, and happy that I had actually planned well for it.