Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2011 23:28:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads Chapter 8: Cowboy Uncle Wes

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Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 8

Cowboy Uncle Wes


	Uncle Wes and Aunt LeeAnn were an "interesting" couple.  Aunt
LeeAnn was about 5'1", "big boned," bleached blonde, loud, and knew every-
thing about everything.  Uncle Wes was 6'7", slender and wiry, handlebar
mustache, cowboy from boots to hat, and as quiet as Aunt LeeAnn was loud.
	He seemed to always have a pipe or a toothpick in his mouth,
and a serious scowl on his face.  I was somewhere around ten before I ever
saw him without his hat and found out he was mostly bald which made him
look even more severe.  That was also when I began noticing the long thick
rubbery hose snaking down the left leg of his wrangers.  Though his jeans
weren't tight by any means, every other step pulled the left side tight so the
full length and bulbous head became sharply defined.
	It wasn't until I was fifteen that I got another surprise.  We were
at a family reunion at a lake up near Houston, Texas.
	I woke up my parent's pop-up camper and had to pee.  The
bathrooms were down a wooded trail, but not far from the campsite.  Some-
one was showering when I got there after the short walk.  The shower was
turned off as I came through the door and Uncle Wes stepped out to begin
toweling off.
	His huge thick cock swung back and forth heavily between his
thighs as he rubbed the towel over himself while two oversized nuts swayed
just behind it in their loose furry sack.  While those huge hairy balls hung
down about six inches from his crotch, that shockingly thick cock hung down
another three completely soft!
	I'd always noticed his hairy forearms because I hoped I would
get that hairy when I grew up.  Seeing him naked, though, I noticed the hair
of his body was really handsome.  It looked like someone had drawn it on
him.  Heavy across his chest, stomach, forearms, crotch, and legs...it didn't
grow anywhere else except his tight slender ass and a bit of a triangle just
above it.  His back and upper arms were the only places not thickly covered
in all that curling wiry hair.
	"Mornin' Arley," he said, grinning at my wide-eyed stare at his
thick floppy cock and pendulous balls.  "You come in here t' pee?" he asked,
wrapping the towel around his neck and ruffling my hair has he passed me
to stand naked in front of the sink.
	"Uhhh...yeah!  I jus' woke up."  I recovered my voice, but still
couldn't stop staring.
	"Better get to it then, squirt."
	I went to the urinal and realized my peter was hard.
	"Uhmmm, I'll wait.  I can't go with you in here."  I said lamely
and without looking up or baring my hard-on.
	"Oh, now, don' be silly."  He turned the water on in the sink
and then looked over at me.  "Does the sound of runnin' water help?"
	"Naw, Uncle Wes, I still can't go..."
	"Well, now, y' gotta at least take it out!"
	Shit!!
	He started walking back over and my traitorous eyes locked on
his heavy swinging meat again.
	"Here, jus' pull your pj's down..." he came up behind me and
reached around to grab the front of my pants and underwear.
	"PJ'S??!!  Uncle Wes, these're sweatpants, NOT 'pj's'!"
	Being only 5'5" at the time, I could feel his hairy stomach and
the length of that fat rubbery snake between his legs hugging my bare back
as he curved over me and pulled my sweats and underwear down.
	"Ah!  Well, looky here!  It aint because I'm in here that y' can't
go, it's because you got yourself some mornin' wood!"  He chuckled.
	"Here, now...I'll show y' what'cha do about this..."  He said as
if about to help me with a school project or something.
	"Y' jus' take a finger..." he reached down for the underside of
my peter as I felt a change in how his cock felt against my back, "...and y'
lightly rub the underside..."
	My willy jumped at his touch, "NO!  That's not gonna work!"
I tried to push his hand away, now feeling mortified.
	"Now, jus' hold on there a minute, hoss...jus' give it a chance..."
	To my surprise, suddenly I did have to go again and began
splashing into the urinal.
	He straightened when he finished, and announced I should now
do the same for him as he was running into the same problem I'd had.
	"You got 'morning wood,' too?"  I asked, trying not to look
down.
	"Well, sure looks that way t' me," he stepped to the side with
his one hand on the hip opposite me and the other around my shoulders,
"Now, give it a light stroke underneath jus' like I did for you."
	I reached and looked down at the same time.  It only three inches
less than my ruler from school, and bigger across than two of them put side
by side.  I was scared to touch it with it jutting imposingly out from his hairy
crotch with only the slightest curve to the left!
	His cock rose up and flexed, the plum-sized and shaped head
swelling and darkening.  The deep piss slit gaped slightly and the tip of that
juicy looking head suddenly became wet and shiny as something oozed out
from inside.
	"Go on, now.  Jus' do like I did t' you..." he urged.
	I reached out and ran my finger back and forth underneath the
frighteningly big shaft.  I bounced severals times before I heard him say, "Ah
yeahhhh..."
	More shiny stuff oozed from the tip and spread across the fat
head of his cock before gathering underneath and dripping from the tip just
before a thick powerful stream of piss poured heavily from his cock and into
the urinal below.
	Hypnotized, I'd continued stroking through the process, and he
chuckled when he said I could stop now.
	"You wanna help me shave?  Prob'ly gonna be shavin' yourself
here darn quick, might as well start t' learn."
	"Sure." I answered, excited to have an excuse to stay around
him while he was naked.
	He went over to the sink and gave me a can of shaving cream.
Then, he squatted down in front of me on his heels and with his cock press-
ing into my lower leg.
	He put his hands on my hips to steady himself and then tilted
his head back.
	"Now, just put the cream in your hand, and then smooth it over
my face...everywhere but where my mustache is."
	When I was through, he just stayed there looking up at me and
smiling.  There was no sign of the serious scowl usually planted on his face.
	"Damn, you're gonna drive them girls crazy as you grow up.  You
got the best of both your mom and your daddy."
	I didn't understand what he was talking about because I was
rather short, skinny, and awkward,  Dad was also short, but solid, and athe-
letic while Mom was blonde and looked like she could be in the Sears cata-
log.
	I was blond, but my hair never "behaved," and I had "fat" squinty
eyes that everyone called "puppydog eyes."  I didn't see how I got the best
of anything from the two.
	He swatted me on the butt after he'd shown me how to use the
razor, and sent me off saying he had to get dressed and I needed to get back
before I worried Mom and Dad.  Before I trotted off, though, he explained
you should never talk about what you did in the bathroom.  You shouldn't
ever talk about peeing, crapping, or anything else you did in the bathroom,
including him teaching me how to shave or us helping each other out with
peeing.
	I couldn't stop watching him the rest of the weekend, seeing him
in a new way.  He was suddenly incredibly handsome to me.  In his cowboy
hat and boots...sleeveless denimn shirt open to the waist...and jeans that hung
loose at the hips but did nothing to conceal the huge cock hanging down one
leg.  I also loved his incredibly broad shoulders topping his rangy frame and
the loose way his long tightly-muscled arms swung so solidly from them.
	One night all the men were sitting around the fire, drinking beer
and telling stories.  I was sitting directly across from Uncle Wes, staring at
him in fascination.
	He was slouched back in a lawn chair, shirt now completely
open.  His chest and stomach looked like they were solid hair in the dim
firelight.  The other men's bellies rounded as they sat, but Uncle Wes' caved
inward in a series of tight ripples.  His long legs kicked out widely apart in
front of him looking like they were twice as long as they really were.  And,
that thick slab of meat hung down the inside of his leg over his balls, the clearly
defined head drooping a few inches down past the inseam and toward the
seat of the chair.
	When I glanced up, his eyes were pinned to mine as he tipped
back his beer without breaking eye contact.  Something in that look on his
face sent a shiver up my spine.
	It wasn't until a year or so later that I realized my fascination was
actually an attraction.  At the time, though, I didn't know what to make of
what was going on inside me when I looked at him.
	We had a lot of contact over the next couple of years as our
houses were both in the same small town and not too far apart.  It was
Uncle Wes that'd rubbed cool mud and sand on my legs when I'd gotten
stung by a jellyfish during a trip to the beach.  His cock pressed against my
leg through the small square cut spandex swimsuit Aunt LeeAnn had insisted
he wear, rough hands grazing the bottom of my balls and ass along the way.
	It was Uncle Wes that'd taught me how to two-step in the garage
when I'd asked to learn as neither Mom nor Dad knew how.  Once again,
that thick snake in his pants pressed against my leg as he showed me the
steps and how to maneuver another person around.  I loved feeling it hard-
en and flex against me as we moved, and wondered if he could feel mine
doing the same thing.  I also loved having my head close to his chest to
smell his drugstore aftershave and rich manly scent wafting subtly from under
his strong arms.
	It was Uncle Wes that took me to the YMCA and taught me
how to work out so I could do it myself in the gym at school.  It was the
first time I saw him in shorts...loose cut off sweats that let his cock flop
heavily as he walked.  When he would spot me on the weight bench, I
would look up the leg of those shorts to see it and his weighty balls dangling
palely from the lush eruption of dark hair that surrounded it all.
	By the time I was seventeen I'd developed a desperate crush on
him both sexually and emotionally.
	Since he and Aunt LeeAnn had no children as yet, I figured he
was just enjoying having kind of a part-time son...but, nothing more than
that.  He was probably just so comfortable with me that he took no notice
of his cock pressing against me or hanging above my face.  He never seemed
to notice...never mentioned nor even joked about it.
	It was about that time when he quit welding and opened a little
barbeque place on the outskirts of town.  It was also shortly before Aunt
LeeAnn got tired of "always smelling like smoke and ribs" and refused to
help him with the venture any longer.
	When he asked me if I'd like to come work for him in her place,
I jumped at the chance immediately.  He needed the help especially because
Aunt LeeAnn had weaseled out right in the middle of him running the place
and building on an office...complete with a bathroom, tub, TV, and fold-out
couch for those weekends where work ran late and the place had to be
opened early the next day.
	It was only the beginning of summer, but I was already dreading
fall and the start of school.  I loved Uncle Wes teaching me how to fill and
serve the plates, clean at the end of the day, and how to help him with the
construction of his office.
	I also loved watching his body and the warm comraderie that
developed quickly between us.  He worked in his old cowboy hat, wife-
beater, wide cowboy belt, wrangler jeans, and beat-up old cowboy boots.
Something about the dark damp hair exploding from under his armpits was
somehow especially exciting and a bit obscene in my mind.  The tight roped
muscle of his broad shoulders and arms becoming densely furred below the
elbows glistened and ran with sweat each evening as we worked.  The sight
of the thin cotton of his wife-beater clinging to the whirls of dark hard and
angular muscle underneath was as much a constant distraction as the mas-
sive rubbbery cock snaking down the left leg of his jeans ever day.
	He teased me about this or that as I did him.  I took to calling
him "Boss," while he nicknamed me "Junior."  With the barbeque pits out
back, the kitchen was small and left us both constantly squeezing past each
other.  I quickly learned to keep the hand that would be next to him hanging
down so I could brush it across the thick fleshy tube of meat hanging be-
tween his thighs.  After about a week and a half, I began to also press my
hand into that long fat cock and could swear I felt it flex each time I did.
	Each day, it would only take a few times of brushing past him,
pressing my hand into his cock and feeling it flex, before his huge meat
would tent out the leg of his jeans off and on for the rest of the night.
	We both pretended none of it ever happened.  We made no
jokes, and simply acted as if neither of us was aware of what the other was
doing.
	One night after we closed and cleaned up, we sat down in the
small dining room that housed only four tables for customers.  We did this
every night with him downing two or three beers while I polished off a tall
glass of cola.  This night, though, he handed me a beer when he sat down.
	He said he had a few things to talk to me about and figured I
deserved a beer every much as he did with all the work I did for him.
	He began his talk that night with saying how great business was
going and that the office was coming along great as well.  He was thinking
about closing after the lunch hour on Monday's and Tuesdays, and using the
afternoons to finish the office and add a porch/patio in front for an additional
six tables.  With doing that, he was thinking we might go ahead and build
a small private one on back to make the office more like a combined office
and apartment.
	Then, he hit me with the big news.
	He got up for another beer and then leaned back against the
serving counter instead of coming back to his chair.  He crossed his long
legs, flashing out the outline of his cock from under his faded jeans in high
relief.  Then, he tipped back his cap and folded long arms over his chest
as a serious look took over his handsome mustached face.
	He'd talked it over with Aunt LeeAnn, and decided to offer me
twenty-five percent interest in the business rather than weekly pay.  I wouild
make a lot more money and be able to take it over when Uncle Wes might
decide to retire.
	"So, how d'ya think that'd sit with ya, Arley?"
	I sat in stunned silence before recovering my voice, "Oh, wow,
Uncle Wes, that's...that's awesome!!!  Yes!!!"
	"Well then, come gimme a hug t' cement the deal!"
	I jumped up and all but ran to him, throwing my arms around
his waist.  Stetson soap, aftershave, and the strong male scent of sweat from
a hard-working hairy man filled my nose and lungs at the same time as his
tall muscled physique and thick cock pressed into me.  It felt so close and
intimate, I almost reached up to kiss him.
	"Guess I'll have t' start callin' ya, "Boss Jr.' now."  He chuckled
deeply.  The warmth of his deep bass voice and drawl even thicker than my
own left my body heating up in response.
	His hands roamed over my back and I shifted my weight from
one foot to the other just to have an excuse to grind myself against his hefty
meat.  As he had a number of times already that day, that long fat snake
began to harden once more.
	"You finish your celebration beer?"
	Having completely forgotten about it, I jerked back, and spun
around to go retrieve it.  In the process, I knocked the beer in his left hand
all over him as his arms released their hold on my back.
	I whipped back around at the sound of his sharp intake of
breath and saw wet spreading across his shirt and the front of his jeans.
	"Oh shit, I'm so sorry, Uncle Wes..."
	He looked up slowly from his shirt to me, and grinned from
under the brim of his hat just as he said, "Oh, don't worry about it, 'Boss
Jr.' "  And then, he tipped his beer can upside down over me before I had
a chance to back away.  What was left in the can poured down the front
of me as it had him.
	"Now, we're even, son."  He laughed and grabbed me in another
big hug.  Then, he pulled away leaving one arm around my shoulders and
guided me back through the kitchen into the office.  "We'll call your mom
n' Dad...let 'em know you're stayin' here t'night...n' the go rinse these clothes
off in the creek out back."
	He called my parents and Aunt LeeAnn, laughingly telling both
we'd had a lil' playful mishap in which no one was hurt but was going to
leave us both staying the night there.
	Afterward, he tossed his hat in the corner along with his belt
after sliding it from his waist.  Then, he asked me to pull off his boots as
he dumped himself onto the couch and pulled out his tobacco and pipe.
	I knelt on the floor at his feet and grabbed the right one as he
offered it.  He lit his pipe and leaned back with a deep sigh.  While I pulled
and worked the heel and toe forward and back to ease it off his big foot,
my eyes were glued to the thick cock snaking down his left leg.
	When the right finally came off, I switched to the left without
losing eye contact with the outline of his meat under his jeans.  Halfway
through working his boot off, I looked up to find his eyes staring lazily down
into my own.  He had to have seen that they'd been riveted to his long fat
cock.
	I forgot about his boot and knelt there in mid-pull studying his
handsome face.  The tanned skin of his face and bald head made his fea-
tures dark and harsh through the smoke of his pipe.  Strong brows pushed
forward over deep-set eyes and housed thick bushy black eyebrows that
arched dramatically as if constantly looking down arrogantly at those around
him.  A straight prominent nose bisected high chiseled cheekbones that
looked as if they were carved from brown rock.  His handle-bar mustache
draped over thick full lips that were barely visible before travelling halfway
down his neck on each side of a jutting lantern jaw.
	"Jr...."  His voice was lower than before, thicker than before,
and more gravelly than before.
	"Oh yeah, sorry."  I went back to work, glancing back up at
his cock just in time to see it flex and move a half an inch across his thigh.
	His boot came off and I fell backward this time with a thud.
Uncle Wes just chuckled and stretched.  His long arms reached over his
head as his legs struck out rigidly in front of him and his cock strained the
leg of his jeans.
	"Ahhhhhhh....  Okay, sport, let's get down to the creek n' get
cleaned up."  He hauled his long 6'7" frame from the couch and pulled off
his socks while I sat in the floor removing my own shoes and socks.
	We walked down a narrow path to a creek I'd known was there
but had never seen.
	Uncle Wes pulled his shirt over his head, then bent over to place
it in the water with a rock to hold it down in the current.  I followed his lead
and then straightened up to find him pulling his jeans from his legs.  Again,
I did the same as him and weighted them down in the water.
	I rose up to find him standing there, hands on his hips and star-
ing up at the sky.  "Sure is purty out here...."
	"Yeah."  I answered, my gaze frozen on the nine or so inches of
fat, sleek, beautiful cock arching outward from the thick forest of black
hair framing that huge meat and its low-hanging lemon-sized balls.  I tore
my eyes away momentarily to take in his handsome face and fit tanned
tall hairy body in the moonlight.  They zeroed right back in on the huge slab
of meat hanging heavily in the air in front of him, though.  My own prick
rose to half mast and threatened to keep on going.
	He quickly turned his head to look at me as I jerked my eyes
guiltily up to his face.
	"We both forgot soap n' towels, sport."  He grinned.  "Let's
jus' leave these here t' rinse n' go shower in the office.  How 'bout it?"
	"Sure!"
	"Good answer."  He moved toward me, wrapped a long furry
arm across my smooth shoulders, and pulled me against him as we walked
naked back down the path.
	"You can jump in first.  Plenty of hot water, s' take your time.
No hurry, Boss Jr."
	I grinned and stepped into the bathroom to turn on the water.
	I realized for the first time that there was no door on the room.
Not that it mattered, really.  I'd just hoped to get to beat off to help keep
my hardon from giving my attraction to my handsome cowboy uncle away.
	I quickly noticed something else.  The shower "curtain" was
only a completely clear liner.
	I stepped in and lazed under the warm spray as tired muscles
from working all day began to relax.  When I began to soap up, it was with
the Stetson soap I'd noticed several days before.  Smelling that part of his
scent covering my body made my prick begin to harden again left me regret-
ting that I had to rinse it off.
	I did, though, and then began to look around the room through
the curtain for a towel before shutting off the water.  That's when I saw
him.
	In the medicine cabinet mirror, I could see the wall mostly.  On
one side, though, allowed me to see a few inches past the doorway.  Uncle
Wes stood there peering just around the corner as I began to pretend to
continue rinsing off.  The mirror revealed only part of his body, but enough
to see him stroking his huge stiff cock slowly and lightly.  His big hand cup-
ped the underside and slid up and down its length.
	The head was long, thick, and dark purple.  It sloped down from
the wide blunt tip to a flaring ridge that stood out from the already thick
shaft.  It was shiny in the light from above the sink, and I could see his hand,
shaft, and the head of his cock getting shinier and slicker as he stroked.
Soon, his balls were becoming wet and shiny as well.
	I turned toward the wall when I realized my own cock had
gone to full fledged flagpole status.  I wondered why I felt embarassed,
but there was no quick answer.  How was I going to get out of this?  I
wanted to keep watching him and for him to watch me, but I felt as if I
was going to shoot off if this continued.  That might give away that I knew
he was watching me.  I made a decision.
	"Uncle Wes?  Where are the towels?"  I bent over to turn off
the water.
	"Here ya go."
	A towel dropped onto the lid of the toilet, but I didn't see him
come into or leave the room.
	I dried off slowly to give him time to let his hard cock go down,
and then wrapped the towel around my waist and exitted the bathroom.
	He was pulling the sleeper sofa out into a bed when I came in.
	He straightened, his cock still half hard and shiny with ball juice,
"Finish settin' up for me, would'ja, sport?  N,' grab us a couple fresh beers
while I'm in the shower."
	Then, he whipped the towel from my waist.  "Only got one, so
this'n's mine now, Boss Jr."  With a quick grin, he stepped into the bathroom
and turned on the spray.
	I made the bed, grabbed the beers, and put one on each table
flanking the sofa bed.  Remembering Uncle Wes watching me shower, I
snuck over to the doorway...careful to make sure I couldn't see him in the
mirror to make sure he couldn't see me.
	He was whistling a country and western song as he soaped up.
I loved watching his hands circling through all that dense black hair on his
body.  His cock swung back and forth heavily with his movements, some-
times slapping his thights audibly in the process.  I moved closer when he
tipped his head down and watched himself soap up his crotch.  I leaned
against the doorframe as his hands slid around and over his balls...pulling
them forward so they pressed outward against their hairy sack.  I watched
as his cock thickened but stayed the same length, swelling until three thick
veins rippled out across his nine inches of fat cock.  His hands slid over it,
around it...sliding smoothly as if polishing that beautiful slab of cowboy
cock.  Soon, one hand fisted around it, more than a couple inches of space
separated the thumb and index finger of his big hand from meeting around
its girth.  He stroked it slowly, twisting his fist along his fat length and tilting
his head back to show only his neck and the wide mustache growing down
it.
	I suddenly realized he might be able to look down his nose
through slitted eyelids to see me in the mirror!  I jerked back and walked
over to pop the tabs on each beer.
	The water was shut off almost immediately and I heard the
shower curtain being swept to the side.  I jumped onto the bed and under
the thin single sheet quickly to hide my own rigid peter.  While average in
length and definitely thick, Uncle Wes' cock dwarfed mine hands down.  I
didn't feel embarassed about that, I just didn't want to get caught in that
state again.
	"Watch TV?"  He asked, coming out of the bathroom with the
towel around his waist and grabbing his beer.
	"Sure."
	He picked up the remote and tossed it to me before plopping
himself down on the bed.  "Your pick."
	I turned on the set and paged through channels until I came to
a sitcome.
	"Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me!"  He exclaimed good-naturedly
and pulled me against him to ruffle my hair.
	"Nah, it's fine...prob'ly won't stay awake much longer.  Nine t'
nine is a pretty long day for both of us, sport."
	I stayed where I was...one leg over his, one arm down his side
and my front where they pressed together, the other across his waist, and
my head nestled in the thick hair of his chest.
	Soon his breathing deepened and became regular.  I slowly
lowered the volume on the TV until it was completely muted, and then turned
the whole thing off.
	The moonlight from the one window cast a faint light into the
room.  Uncle Wes had come from the bathroom with the towel clasp to-
gether at the center of his waist instead of the side.  When he'd dropped
down onto the bed, the slit had opened up almost all the way to his waist.
I was sure he hadn't realized it, and I'd been unable to take in the view of
his exposed heavy equipment while he'd been awake.  Now, though, I
slowly lifted myself up from him.
	I stared in fascination at the thick patterns and swirls of hair
coating the angular muscles of his chest and rippled stomach.  I couldn't
help it, I took the hand that'd been across his waist and lightly grazed my
fingers down the extra thick path of hair going down the middle of his chest
and continuing down the center of his stomach.  I thought it was beautiful
and incredibly sexy.
	I saw movement below and realized his cock had flexed and
stretched as my fingers had trailed down his body.
	I reached further down and brushed the palm of my hand across
the top of the thick thatch of curling black hair above his cock.  It felt soft,
thick, and sexy...the towel had been spread open far enough to reveal Uncle
Wes' crotch in all it's impressive glory.
	I reached further down and stroked the sides of his balls where
they lay against his thighs, the hair there made doubly thick by combining that
of his ball sack with that of his hairy legs.  I was in heaven.  Then, they rolled
upwards and his cock flexed again...rising up and then falling back down
heavily over his thigh in my direction.
	I slid my fingers across the underside just like I'd done years
ago on the camping trip.  His cock thickened, the piss slit opened and a
thick whitish fluid drooled out, and his shaft rose up above his thigh to sway
in the air without coming back to rest on his leg this time.  I stared at his fat
cockhead as the piss slit gaped again and more whitish syrup dribbled out
and slid down the head to form a thick droplet at the ridge.
	I had to taste it.  I don't know where the idea come from, but
I was dying to do it nonetheless.
	I slowly and gently eased myself down the bed and his body
until my face was level with the juicy head of that massive cock.  My tongue
just wouldn't do.  I now wanted to taste Uncle Wes' cock as well as that
thick ball-syrup drooling from the wide cockhead of it.  I opened my lips
as wide as they would go and slipped them over the head without touching
the sides of it.
	When I closed my mouth over it, sucked against the broad ex-
panse of spongy flesh, and swiped my tongue over it...I tasted the rich, salty,
and mild flavor of his precum just as his cock jerked in my mouth and a
thick stream of it poured inside.
	"Ahhhh.......ummmm...."  Came from above me as Uncle Wes'
thighs spread wider and the hand on the other side of him from me dropped
down to grip the base of his cock in his sleep.
	His hips began moving ever so slightly...forward and back...gen-
tly moving the head and an inch of thick hard shaft in and out of my mouth.
	Oh god...I was sucking my uncle's cock!  And......he was pushing
more in!  His cock tasted clean but meaty, like some unseasoned roasted
white meat.  Most of the flavor came from the flow of precum that pushed
out of the thick head of his horsedick on every few strokes.
	He got to where he was sliding about six inches in and out of
my mouth.  I don't know when he moved it there, but I realized at one point
that the other hand from the one gripping the base of his cock was now on
the back of my head.  One big hand guided his huge uncle-meat in and out
of my mouth, while the other encouraged me to take more and more.
	I was getting so hot I almost didn't care whether he woke up
any more.  I reached one hand up to caress his hairy chest and brush his
nipples over and over while I sunk the other down between his legs to
stroke his balls and the incredibly hairy trail from them to his ass.
	Soon, he was moving his fat cock hurriedly in and out of my
mouth.  The precum now flowed continuously and I could see him, even
in the dim light, curling and uncurling his toes as he fucked his cock in and
out of my face.
	The hand on the back of my head tightened and his legs straight-
ened out rigidly toward the foot of the bed as all movement in his crotch
came to a complete stop.
	Uncle Wes wasn't breathing or moving.
	"Aghhhhh...."  Broke the silence as his hulking cock jerked in
my mouth and a flood of thick white-hot come spewed into my mouth.  His
fat meat bathed my tongue, the inside of my cheeks, and the roof of my
mouth in thick salty adult cum.  Uncle Wes' cum instantly became the best
thing I'd ever tasted and I couldn't get enough.  That was good, because
another huge jet of cum blasted into my mouth immediately after the last.
Though one big hand held me in place, wild horses couldn't have pulled me
off that hot massive and spewing cock.  I wanted everything he had to give,
and BOY did he give it!!!
	Thick blast after thick blast flooded my mouth and was swallowed
down into my belly.  After a bit, Uncle Wes began fucking my face again
while he continued cumming.  Over and over he shot off, and then forced
his cum down my throat with the mighty head of his humongous cock.  He
would hit the back of my throat as another gallon of cum erupted from his
wicked meat, then shove his cock down into my throat to deliver another
huge dose of my uncle's cum into my belly.
	Even as he slowed down, both fucking my face and spewing
cum into me, I kept on sucking his fat meat like a starving calf.  I didn't
want this to ever end.  Sucking Uncle Wes' monster cock till it came in me
like he would never stop was the most incredible experience I'd ever had.
	When his hands dropped to his sides and his cock began to
lose its hardness, I reached for the shaft with both hands.  I stroked and
caressed his fat length until he was completely flaccid...noting there was
no change in length and only a small change in impressive thickness.
	At some point, gripping his colossal shaft like a selfish child and
nursing the fat head of his trouser python, I drifted off to sleep.  Even the
thought of Uncle Wes waking up and catching me like that wasn't enough
to force me off that beauty of a cock.
	Hours later I woke needing to piss.  Uncle Wes's cock was
still laying in my mouth and hands.  I gently disengaged myself to keep from
waking him up and found my dick, my balls, his ankle, and his foot covered
in my cum.  I didn't even remember cumming.  I was so wrapped up in
sucking his big amazing cock, I didn't know at what point it happened.
	I went into the bathroom, pissed, and grabbed some toilet paper
before going back to clean his foot and ankle.  As I did, I looked up at him
lying there with one hand over the top of his head and the other across his
flat hairy stomach.
	His cock laid across one hip up toward his waist.
	I dropped the drenched toilet paper to the floor and gingerly
slid back into bed...up his furry leg, feeling the wiry ringlets against my chest,
stomach, crotch, and legs...up to his waist where I could once again slip my
mouth over that gorgeous mammoth cock....

(To be continued)


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