Date: Fri, 05 Mar 2004 23:38:53 -0800
From: posingstrap@hotmail.com
Subject: Uncle Tom's Cabin 5

This is the final chapter of the story "Uncle Tom's Cabin".  I hope you will
enjoy it.

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Chapter Five

	We took turns showering.

	 I put lotion on my glowing butthole and high-fived him as he came
in.  Drying my hair in the front room, I could hear Uncle Tom singing into
the steaming spray.  The clock in the hall cuckooed ten times and the
October wind shivered around the corners of the cabin.  Wrapping the
terrycloth around my waist, I stoked the wood- stove and smiled over how my
ass felt like it still had something the size of a baby's arm shoved up
inside it.

	Uncle Tom has a very deep voice.  He also has pretty lame musical
taste.  If he isn't whistling stuff from the fifties, he's singing songs
from groups that are way, way gone.  "I'm gonna lay you down in a bed of
roses," I heard him through the door, "for tonight I sleep on a bed of
nails.....I'm gonna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is....."  The brass
lamp with the green shade reminded me of his eyes.  The log walls with
native woven rugs on them reminded me of his warmth.  And the old sofa with
its beatup cushions reminded me of........

	"Hey, bubba."  He was standing in the doorway, his head nearly
touching the top of the arch.

	"Hey, Hercules."  His black hair was slicked back, but that wayward
curl still hung over his tanned brow.  "Where'd you get those from?--the
very back of the drawer?"

	He looked down at his frayed undershirt and jockeys.  "I dunno.  We
need to do a laundry tomorrow.  Aren't you cold?"

	I wrapped my towel a little more snuggly and shrugged.  "It's warm
in here.
  The wind's sure picking up, though, huh?"

	He tilted his head, listening to the branch knocking on the front
window.  "We've gotta bring in more wood before we hit the sack."  He
headed for the kitchen.  "C'mon, Billy, we should finish the dishes."

	I smiled at how his undershirt couldn't seem to cover his physique.
It was thread- bare in places, his muscles nearly ripping through.  His
giant shoulders made the straps look ready to snap.  And the seat of his
jockeys sported a few holes, unable to hold his bowling ball butt inside.

	I loved how he never seemed aware of his own body.  I'd spend so
much time looking in the mirror, trying to get my curly hair to behave,
while he'd barely look at himself.  He hated shaving--bothering only about
twice a week--and threw on anything that appeared first in the closet.

	At the doorway I watched how his shoulders tapered down to a waist
so small, his ass literally bounced out from his hips.  His frayed shorts
were stretched so thin, I could view the dark, furry crease without a
problem.  Below were hairy thighs so big, they flexed even when he was
relaxed.

	I watched his triceps and biceps bulge as he squeezed some dish
soap into the sink.

	"Tell me how you are, Billy," he said, handing me the dish towel.

	I could feel his freshly showered body radiating heat over my naked
torso.  I almost dropped a plate while looking at his hunky ass.  I'd never
really seen him walking around in underwear before.

	"Well, let me see," I said.  "My rear feels a little 'broken in'",
I admitted.  "And, you know....", I hesitated a bit.  "....I feel a
little...."

	".....a little....?"  He was looking down sideways at me, his brows
furrowing.

	"....you know," I shrugged.  "Horny."

	His eyebrows went up, a half-smile playing on his wide lips.  It
made the dipples in his cheeks crease.  "Horny?", he queried me. "You're
still horny?"  He watched me nod shyly.  "Aren't you even a little bit
tired?"  He watched me staring directly at his big round muscular butt.

	"Me?.....Tired?" I crunched my abs and flexed my pecs.  "Don't you
remember being seventeen?"

	He stopped washing the cutlery and turned, his eyebrows furrowing
all over again.  "Shit.  How old do you think I friggn' AM, dude?"

	I burst out laughing.  "Dude?", I laughed more.  "Excuse me, Uncle
Tom---but did you just call me 'DUDE'?"

	I wasn't prepared for how quickly he turned on me, reaching for my
towel.  I danced away but not before his hand grabbed it away.

	"You little imp.....trying to make me feel old."  He nodded at my
naked crotch.  "Looks like I'm young enough to give you a big fat woody---
huh, dude?," he snapped my towel at me.

	I laughed, watching his green eyes stare at my honey-combed bush
and ramrod cock ---staring as it jumped and twitched, my big balls slapping
my thighs.  I snapped the dish towel in his direction.  But he kept moving
menacingly closer, backing me into the front room.

	I was laughing and darting around the sofa--watching his muscles
shifting--watching his bulging jockeys heavily sway and shift as he stalked
me.  It was like being chased by a big handsome linebacker.

	"C'mere boy....take your punishment."

	I waited until he was between the sofa and the wall, then darted in
front and shoved the whole thing back, pinning him.  Then I leapt onto the
cushions and grabbed his shirt in both hands.  A second before his huge
arms stopped me, I tore the whole front of it wide open.

	A look of surprise crossed his rugged face as we both watched his
hairy pecs bust out.

	"Why, you little twerp," he muttered.  "You think your little
rearend hurts NOW?"  He almost tossed the sofa aside, climbing right over
it, heading my way.

	I threw my arms out trying to stop his advance, my laughter
breathy, my eyes drinking in his tattered wifebeater, his mountainous pecs
staring right back at me.  I could see the skin of his giant balls peeping
through one of the holes in his ancient Fruit-of-the-Looms.  His thighs
flexed mightily and a thrilling, fearful excitement grabbed my heart.

	"I--I didn't mean it..."  I laughingly protested.  "Honest!"  He
kept coming towards me.  "Uncle Tom!--" I laughed and yelled, and saw
myself getting backed into the corner, my stiff cock tossing around.

	His fierce, menacing look couldn't hide the fact that he was
staring right at my naked vee.  And even as he backed me further into the
log-walled corner, his own dong began swelling in response.  I could see
the expanding head pushing against the translucent cotton.

	I knew then that this was all a big show.  I knew then that I was
turning him on....turning him on bigtime.  It brought new laughter to my
lips.

	"You better apologize pretty damn quick, Mr. Dude."

	I got caught in a fit of giggling, which managed to force a crooked
smile over his wide, sexy lips.

	"Well?"

	The longer he had to wait for me, the bigger he was getting inside
his old jockeys.

	"I-I'm sorry!", I burst out laughing.

	"You don't sound sorry."  He spread both arms out wide, anchoring
them on the walls.  I was now so far into the corner, my bare ass was
brushing the logs.

	I stared into his twinkling green eyes.  He was trying like hell
not to break into a grin.

	 "I think, um, I think I'd rather be punished, sir," I reached up
to play with one of his big nipples.

	 Before I knew it, I was suddenly being lifted right off my feet
and up over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

	"Hey!"  My arms were grabbing his huge lats for dear life, my hard
cock digging into his hairy armpit.

	The next thing I knew, we were back in the kitchen, and I was
suddenly back on my feet.

	Uncle Tom tossed me the dish towel.

	"What the hell....?"

	He turned back toward the sink.  "You wanted punishment?"  He
hummed along to some dumb country tune on the radio.  He nodded at the
towel.  "Finish drying the damn dishes, dude."

	I stood there, towel in hand--so horny my balls began
aching---naked and hard-cocked, pouting as he handed me a dripping bowl.

	"You actually LIKE that music?", I muttered.  "Garth Brooks sucks
so bad."

	"Better than Snoop Doggy Dog, dude."

	I watched him begin whistling and moving to the beat.

	Being so friggin' tall, he was bent over the sink, his tight, hard,
soccerball butt tossing around---tossing around right out at me---right
before my ogling eyes.

	Damn!  There was a frayed spot DEAD CENTER where I knew his
private, untouched cherry had to be.  The thin cotton did nothing to hide
the mystery of his deeply cleft, furry crack.  And that maddening little
tear almost--but not quite--let me see his tender, pink bullseye.  And all
of it---all of that jockey-challenging, hard beachball butt---was swinging
about like a great big gift-wrapped present.

	My bigboycock began spewing fuckjuice while my bigboyballs hurt,
they were so full of come.

	And then....then I saw him kind of glancing at my cock, as though
he was checking to see if his teasing was having an effect.

	Hell.  That's when I knew he was trying to get me going.

	I dropped the towel.

	I started humming along to the dumb song myself, moving to the
beat.  Uncle Tom stopped washing the dishes and watched me from the corner
of his eye.

	My eight inches twitched and brushed his frayed jockeys in time to
the music.  Thrills rode up my shaft to feel my dick connect with his
masculine, hunky ass, separated by only the thinnest material.

	I thought I heard him actually moan a little.

	"Oh my God", I rode my naked dick up his cotton-covered divide.
"Don't punish me anymore, ok?"  I ran my hands up his muscular sides, my
throbbing cock shuddering over the feelings.

	Without saying a word, Uncle Tom brought his big, wet, dishwater
hands around.

	I backed away and then stared bug-eyed as he suddenly hooked his
first fingers into that tiny hole and tore the whole seat of those jockeys
wide open.

	I fell to my knees, needing to see it....needing to have it.  Uncle
Tom leaned further over the sink, his round husky globes splitting.  Even
so, his cleft was so tight, it took both my hands to pry it apart.

	"Oh, man...oh, God," I moaned, spying his dusky, rosey oval.  He
squeezed it for me, then let the segmented lense open up wide.  Whisps of
male hair ringed the sweet thing, making me dive right inside.

	His muscular cheeks snapped back, trapping my whole face between
those steamy, masculine bowling-balls.  My tongue went wild, licking all
over, trying to get inside it.  I tasted talcum powder and sandlewood soap
until finally I licked my way through to the flavor of freshly- showered
Uncle Tom.  It was hot and male and something I craved so much, my hard
cock thumped on the kitchen floor, begging me to let it have a turn.

	My hands grabbed at those twin swells, so muscular they didn't give
at all.
  Finally in frustration, I just tore those jockeys clean off him, my face
still snuffling deep inside his hairy crease.

	I smacked his hard ass, drilling my tongue right inside his virgin
hole.

	"Ahhhhhhh!" I heard him moan.

	The next thing I knew, I was shoved backwards onto the floor,
looking up at a blur of male, hairy balls and towering meat.  His cockhead
was leaking on my pecs, his thick cockbush still damp from his shower.
Uncle Tom's gigantic thighs quivered, and up between them I could still spy
his mysterious, male crack.

	When I finally managed to tear my eyes away from the sight, I
looked up further, into his eyes.

	He had a look on his face I'd never seen before.

	He looked slightly unnerved, as though coping with forces he
himself had never felt.  Without speaking, he strode--hard cock first--into
the front room.

	When I scrambled to my feet and walked in, I couldn't seem to find
him.

	"Over here," I heard him say, his voice deep and husky and quiet.

	In the furthest corner of the room--behind the woodstove-- is a
big, old upholstered armchair, one neither of us ever sits in.  And he was
kneeling on the arms of it, his back to me, watching me from over his right
shoulder.

	Spread totally open was his hot, naked, ultra-male, inviting ass.
It seemed to silently call to me, making me stop and shudder, my cock
suddenly spewing pre-come over the lewd, carnal, majestic display.

	"Make love to me Billy," he said, staring into my stunned face.
"Make love to my big ass, buddy."

	I trembled, my cock bucking about.

	"Come on, baby," he said.  "Fair's fair.  I broke yours."

	I felt my heart almost explode from the love it suddenly felt.

	My cock moved forward, then knocked on his hot virgin door.

	"Billy?"

	"Y-yeah?"

	"Make it wet for me baby, huh?  Get me ready, ok?"

	Without a word I crouched down before his spread manhole.  He was
leaning over the back of the chair, his knees firmly anchored on both of
its arms.  Below his split butt, his dark balls hung down like avacados,
while his enormous dick speared upwards, the head rubbing into the
upholstery.  I reached in to play with his hairy rocks, making him moan.
Still fondling, I leaned in and french kissed his sweet cunt.  Uncle Tom
breathed out a stream of air as I licked and kissed and licked and chewed,
and played with his huge balls.  Hell, I slobbered and snuffled and rutted,
snorting into his ass, my tongue going wild.

	Rolling onto my back, I scooted my head up over the cushion, and
under his hairy nuts, mouthing and basting each jewel in turn.  His whole
physique shivered when I leaned up and licked the base of his pulsing
monster.  Bringing my hand inside, I levered the whole wet thing down to my
cockloving lips and basted the head with a flood of warm spit.  He moaned
and trembled, calling my name.  I couldn't stop....couldn't stop sucking
the big, juicy peach head, my mouth unable to get at any more of it.

	"Billy, I need it now," I heard him say.  "I need your love."

	I let it out with a loud pop, the urgency in his voice so wildly
exotic, my cock spasmed and nearly shot.  I once again stood before his
needy ass, wet and gleaming with my spit.  I lovingly brought my palms in
to fondle each globe, my cockhead skimming the surface of his coral-pink
entry.

	I stared at his incredible back, at the two dimples just above his
naked, radiating globes.  I stared at the tiny hairs rivering down his
slice and ringing his winking oval.  ".....a-are you sure?", I whispered.

	He groaned then, the sound lewd and primal.

	"Fuck me," he urged, his voice bouncing off the walls.  "Fuck your
Uncle Tom, Billy."

	A shakey, thrilling hunger seized my dick, my hand bending its
stiffness down to find dead center.

	Not knowing what the hell I was doing, my hips suddenly just lunged
forward, plowing my overheated bulb clean inside.

	"UHHHHHHHhhhhhh," we moaned together.

	"Jesus God!", he grunted.  "Don't move!
JUST.......stay.......there."

	I couldn't speak--could only seem to nod my head mutely--my hard
dick so surrounded by interior muscle, I couldn't conceive of pushing
through any further.  It was so tight, I felt my pulse beating against his
clamping hole.

	Whole minutes seemed to go by, the radio playing Patsy Cline or
something, the bare branch still tapping against the window, the autumn
night wind still whining around the eaves.

	I ran my hands up his sides, feeling his narrow waist fan out into
spread, cobra-like lats.  I searched around beneath them to finally massage
and fondle his gigantic hairy tits.

	"Okay...okay...now SLOW, ok?"

	I nodded again---my hands immediately returning to anchor
themselves on either side of his narrow waist---my hips finally obeying my
will.  They fed his ass another inch or two.

	"Yeah.....like that," he breathed out.  ".....just like that."

	I couldn't believe the strength--the force of will it took to
penetrate his cherry.  His clamping donut resisted every inch, until
finally, both of us breathing deeply, my angelhair bush scrubbed his naked
cheeks.

	"Ohhhhhhhh.....so damn big, man," he said.  "How the hell did you
ever manage to take MINE?"

	I couldn't respond.  It was like having my hard cock sealed in
molten wax.  A million tiny lips nibbled at it, the heat so intense, I
thought my pride-and-joy would burst into flame.

	And then, finally, he gave me the signal.

	"Fuck me, Billy.  Fuck me good.  Don't hold back."

	It was like he'd just got on a young, wild colt and smacked its
rump.  My hips suddenly took off, plowing his field with my big rod like an
overheated piston.  My hands came down to cup each hot globe, sliding my
eight-incher in and out while Uncle Tom grunted and flexed his flaring
back.

	My bluntnosed bulb kept slamming into his ballbuzzer, bringing out
groans from deep insidehis throat.  "Ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuuckkkk!"

	My ballbag swung freely between my jabbing thighs, smacking his own
heavy rocks, the feelings so erotically hot I couldn't focus my brain.  I
whimpered, little cries mixing with his deep sighs, both of us lost in a
world of muscular, pounding manlove and deeply giving joy.

	A steamy, clutching, massaging fever built inside my nuts.  I lost
all sense of where and who I was, slapping his hard ass, then riding my
hands up underneath him to squeeze all the hairy pecmeat I could find.  His
nipples were engorged babycocks, so hot they scorched my fingers.  My
thighs quivered and quaked, warning me my ride was coming to a mind-blowing
end.

	I tried to slow down, yet couldn't.  I began babbling into the
room, my fingers pinching his nipples, my face hugging his rippling back.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-0h.....Oh shit....oh Jesus.  Uncle Tom!  Uncle Tom!"

	The feelings were so intense....yet my whole desire was to keep on
fucking---keep prolonging the joy, the thrill.

	I pulled out with a loud POP, hoping to stop my cock from going
over the brink.

	But it was too late.

	My wet, throbbing joystick danced above his evacuated hole, come
spewing in ropes over his flexing back, my mouth opening and closing in
astonished horror.  Seized with sweet and anxious agony, I quickly shoved
the thing back inside, my hips knifing it in-and-out, my jizz fountaining
everywhere inside his steamy guts.

	"Ohmygod, ohmygod!"  I couldn't stop fucking him, couldn't stop
coming.  My body heaved and spasmed, my abs so ripped, they stood out in
quivering, flexing ridges.  My torso collapsed on top of him, my cock still
pumping my come, my mouth kissing and licking his muscles.

	I felt Uncle Tom move beneath me, and I managed to free my drooling
rod just in time, before he climbed from the chair and stood before me.

	A determined, lusty gleam filled his eyes, as he looked down at me
and then at his humongous erection.

	The colossal thing snorted out cock candy, needing release,
demanding attention.

	I fell to my knees and grabbed it, yawning my mouth open so wide,
my lips nearly split open as I forced the shiny, dripping, enpurpled crown
inside.

	I used both hands to jack the rest of it, the apricot head stuffing
my mouth.  My tongue painted and frictioned the ultra-tender skin just
below the flange, as my lips sucked that smooth, polished mushroom with all
the saliva I had to offer.

	"Oh, my baby boy," Uncle Tom moaned, his head tossing around.
"Cocksucking my big hungry dick!"

	My hands jacked like mad, his swaying peaches smacking my wrists.

	He was so huge, so male, so muscular, I tried like hell to take it
all.  The most I could manage was about a third, and he was cursing and
praising me and moaning, his thighs quivering, his whole physique starting
to quake.

	His balls rose up into one giant bundle, exposing his crease.
Enflamed, I drove my hand up his inner thigh, shoving two fingers up behind
his nuts to skewer his well-fucked twat.

	"UUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

	Uncle Tom's face contorted as his giant cock erupted--jizzing my
tonsils, flooding my bulging cheeks.  I gagged and swallowed, trying like
mad not to drown in his come.  His wild whopper bucked with tortured
orgasm, jizz thundering from its flexing hole.  I had to rise off of
it--cream dripping from my chin-- staring in awed wonder as it heaved
about, wracked with sweet thrills, firing more shots onto my tits, flexing
and lurching and spewing until it finally lolled around before my
worshipping eyes, letting one last drop spindle down into my bush.





	I knew very well that he snored.
	For a whole year I had heard him from behind my closed door.  Now
the deep sound vibrated against my body as I snuggled into his side, his
big bicep my pillow.  I buried my face in the hairy warmth of his armpit,
smelling my Uncle Tom, licking his velvety male skin.

	Before we went to sleep, he'd taken me into the shower, lathering
my whole body, not saying a word.

	Once in bed, he pulled the quilt around me, nestling my head with
one huge arm while cradling my balls in the large hand of his other.

	"I love you, Uncle Tom," I said.

	"I love you, too, dude," he said, kissing me goodnight.

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This concludes my story.  Thank you again for reading it.  Please (if you
wish to) look for a new story of mine coming soon, entitled "Posing Strap
Trio".  It'll probably appear in the 'gay/highschool' section of 'What's
New?'