Date: Wed, 19 Oct 2011 14:22:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads Chapter 8: Cowboy Uncle Wes Pt 2

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Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 8

Cowboy Uncle Wes Pt 2


	Fascinated by how Uncle Wes' cock lost no length whatsoever
when soft, I snuggled my body against his long hairy leg and stared at the
thick fleshy hose laying across his hip.  I reached my hand down to his calf
and slowly drug it up through the coarse hair of his leg to his huge balls as
they lay on the mattress between his thighs.  I brushed my knuckles lightly
back and forth across them before moving my hand upward to lightly slide
it slowly across the wide girth and long length of his resting cock.  Amazed
by the sheer size of it, I slid my hand under it at the middle and lifted it up.
It was heavy, heavy as my own forearm and hand combined!!  I rolled it
back out of my hand and reached back down to stroke his furry balls again
asI leaned my head forward to slip my lips over the fat head of his hot cock.
	As before, opening my mouth for his mammoth meat stretched
my jaw uncomfortably wide.  I'd been so obsessed and excited before, I'd
hardly noticed the struggle to fit my mouth over it.  His cock was also dry
this time.  My spit and his cum had dried since I'd last had it in my mouth
and I couldn't get my lips over it.  I gave up on getting it inside my mouth and
just settled on slurping my mouth along his length.
	I began sucking the huge thickness below the head, running my
mouth back and forth along his length as my tongue circled and swiped to
reach underneath Uncle Wes' sleeping giant.  Soft snores continued from
above me as I continued to work his shaft from the base to the head.  Suc-
king that mammoth meat in this way, I was able to nibble, tongue, and suck
every inch of it without taking it down my throat.
	After a bit, his big balls began rolling against my knuckles and
his hefty shaft began to harden and thicken.  The next time I reached the
head again, I was treated to that wonderful flow of precum that had earlier
become my favorite taste in the world.  I went into sexual overdrive and
forced my jaw open past its normal limit and went into immediate action.
I suctioned my mouth over the head like an industrial strength vacumm
filling my mouth with Uncle Wes' huge meat.  I was wild for more of that
taste and the subtle flavor of his big cock, and opening my mouth painfully
wide for it was more than worth the effort!
	"Ohhhh....ohhhh..."  Uncle Wes' long thick-fingered hand drop-
ped from his stomach down to my shoulder, flopped sleepily to my neck,
and then flopped clumsily to the side of my head.  "God, baby....feels good
....different...better...reeeeal goood...."
	From the quiet whispered tone and mumbling jerky rhythm of
his words, I figured he must've been dreaming about my aunt.
	I continued devouring as much of his huge meat as my mouth
could accomodate, loving the flow of precum he deposited there every few
strokes.  His hand slipped down to my neck again and urged me upward
and across his lower stomach, at the same time as his hips began moving
his incredible cock in and out of my mouth.  I felt cheated when I noticed
some of his precum dribbling from the corner of my mouth and down my
chin.  I didn't want to lose a drop of that incredible cock syrup!
	His big hand moved down my back to my waist and began tug-
ging the lower half of me upward across the bed.
	"Open your throat for me...I need it...gotta fuck you, babe..."
	I realized why he was moving me.  As the angle of my body
changed, so did that of my throat and he was able to push past my mouth
and down into my neck.  His movements were short and easy, and allowed
me time to breathe and adjust as he stretched my throat out sensually.  The
feel of his massive girth pressing demandingly against the walls of my tonsils
as he forced his cock slightly deeper inside me with each stroke was driving
me crazy.
	I was grinding my hips and hard prick into the mattress as his
long arm reached further down my back and into the crack of my ass.
	"...want this.....wish you would let me....fuck, you're tight..."  He
mumbled brokenly again and pressing his thick middle finger against my
tight young asshole.  He drove his cock into my throat to the base as a
groan attempted to escape me at the feel of his wide finger pushing past
my assring and into the tunnel of my butt.
	"Oh god, son......."  His cock began twisting and jerking in
my throat.  My tongue pressed against the thick tube tracing the underside
of his beefy cock and felt that swollen tube expand just as the first jet of cum
raced through it to erupt into my belly.
	I began to beg silently for air as he held me there and pushed
his finger deeper inside my ass at the same time as his cock continued to un-
load deep inside my stomach.  My throat muscles clamped down and swal-
lowed against his hulking shaft in an vain attempt to expel it from the depth
to which he held it buried inside me.
	He finally began hauling that huge fat cock from my throat.  I
could feel every incredible inch of it as it slid out of me, especially the heavy
ridge at the base of the wide head as it carved a pathway through the flesh
inside my neck.  When the head of it slid free of my throat at last, a huge
blast of cum burst forth, splattering the back of and filling my mouth.
	I went nuts!  Sucking like a crazed idiot, I milked that fat hard
meat for all I was worth.  Licking, sucking, and tongueing, I attacked Uncle
Wes' cock like a mad man.
	"Oh fuck....oh fuck!!"  His hips began bucking as his cock
continued erupting gallons of thick salty cum into my mouth, and the finger
inside my ass began twisting and grazing across something inside me.
	I began groaning and whimpering against his cock as I struggled
valiantly to swallow every ounce of his thick load and, this time, felt my own
prick begin shooting its load onto the mattress underneath me.
	I twisted my ass on his finger and bucked my hips as instensely
as Uncle Wes bucked his.  It seemed as if my orgasm went on as long as
his.  When both finally began to subside, I collapsed exhaustedly onto him
and continued quietly nursing the last drools of his cum from his massive
man-tool at the same time as his long thick finger continued lazily stroking
my ass from inside.
	I laid there, replaying everything that'd happened as I heard
Uncle Wes begin to softly snore again.  Suddenly, it hit me that he'd said,
"Oh god, son......" just before he'd begun cumming!!!  Had he awakened
and realized it was me sucking his fat cock?  Had he still been dreaming,
but dreaming about me instead of Aunt LeeAnn?  Shit, now I was worried.
What would happen in the morning???
	I moved up beside him and turned on my side to face the wall
as I drifted off to sleep worrying about what was to come.
	I awoke in a warm damp coccoon of Uncle Wes' strong body
curved against mine from behind.  I could smell a bit of his soap and that
musky scent of his body that came from a hairy adult man undiluted by
cologne or anti-perspirant.  One arm pillowed my head while the other
wrapped tightly around my waist and held me against him in a possessive
grip.  His thick cock was hard and pressed between my thighs, pushing my
balls forward with the broad head.  I couldn't bring myself to move, and
eventually drifted back off to sleep.
	I awoke again later, the sheet pulled down at my knees and a
rough hand caressing my ass slowly and lovingly.  A thick finger slid inside
the cleft and stroked across my asshole.  Then, the hand pulled away and
came to rest on my shoulder.
	"Up n' at 'em!"  Uncle Wes announced brightly as he gently
shook my shoulder.
	I turned my head to find him naked and kneeling across the bed
with one foot on the floor with a mile-wide grin plastered across his hand-
some rugged face.  Everyting was fine...phew!
	"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."  I teased and yawned, my eyes dropping
to the huge hard cock jutting out from his crotch as he rose to his feet.
	"Don't look at me like I'm the only one!"  He grabbed my hip
and rolled me onto my back, my own prick stabbing the air above me as
he reached down to playfully smack my young hardon.
	"HEY!"  I yelled in joking protest and jumped out of bed.
	"Into the shower, boy, we gotta get a move on."  He grabbed
me by the neck and ushered me into the bathroom and then into the shower.
He surprised me by turning on the water and then stepping in with me before
pulling the clear curtain closed.
	"I know, I know...both of us gotta piss, but neither can while
we're hard.  So, I'll help you out...you help me out...n' we'll get this day on
the road!"  He reached over and began moving one of those long thick fin-
gers back and forth across the underside of my dick.  I reached over and
did the same, wanting to make sure I looked as if I thought nothing of it.
	We both stroked lightly until Uncle Wes curled his hand around
my prick and began sliding it from the base to the head.  My eyes flew up
to find him looking down at me...lips parted...eyes somewhat glazed over.
	"Seems like it's gonna take a bit more'n a lil' teasin' t' get this
mornin's piss goin,' don't it... "  His voice low and husky.
	I curled my hand as far as I could around his impossible thickness
and began stroking him in the same rhythm with which he fisted my meat.
	"Oh yeah..."  He bent forward, placing a hand on my shoulder
and his forehead down against mine.
	"That's it, sport...all the way to the head...."
	I began jacking the full length of him, his huge cock becoming
slicker and slicker as the precum began to flow copiously from the juicy
swollen head.
	I forgot all about my own excitement and sunk deep into the
feel of Uncle Wes' forehead pressing harder and harder into mine...the
thick as a wrist cock throbbing in my fist as it flew faster and faster over
his gargantuan length...his rough calloused hand squeezing my prick in his
grip as he pumped my meat toward spitting its load.
	Suddenly, he reared up and jerked me against him.
	"AHHH!!!  AHHH!!!  AHHH!!!  OH FUCK!!!"  His body
went rigid against mine and I felt his girth swell even larger as the throbbing
shaft expanded and began to shoot its flood of ball juice against my stomach.
	I wanted to drop to my knees and gulp down all that he had to
offer, but knew not to push things too far and give myself away.  I stood
there instead, thrilling in the power of each blast of cum as it pushed my
skin inward and splashed against my stomach.  That feeling threw me over
the edge even though his hand now held my cock in an unmoving steel grip
as he rode out his own lengthy orgasm.
	My prick spasmed in his rough hand as seventeen year old boy
cum shot from the head and splattered on his hairy thigh.  Gush after gush
hit him at the same time as his own cum continued erputing against my
stomach to the point of coating me all the way down to my thighs.  The
whole front of me was covered in his gooey load and my head spun with
the thought that the night before I'd swallowed all that cum into my stomach,
not just once...but, twice!
	Uncle Wes shuddered against me, rubbing his chin back and
forth across the top of my head.
	"Now..."  He began between panting for breath, "...now, is the
best....fuck....the best time in the world......t' piss.  Jus' stay right here.....n'
don't....fuck'n....move...."
	We both stood there, his cum coating me from my chest to my
knees now and mine splattered over his thigh and drooling down his hand.
	After both our breathing had slowed halfway back to normal,
Uncle Wes began gasping out quietly again, "Oh yeah...ohhhh yeahhhh..."
	Suddenly, a powerful stream of warm fluid jetted from the head
of his cock and began pouring all over me
	"Oh god..."  I gasped as my eyes widened in surprise at my own
reaction.  It almost felt as if he was cumming all over me yet again, this time
in a constant massive stream.  I loved the feeling of it splashing all over me
and running down my body, rinsing off a good deal of his thick heavy load.
	"Come on, Boss Jr., let it fly, son.  Gotta get me cleaned off
too, ya know."
	I closed my eyes and tried to will myself to piss, but nothing
came out.  Soon, Uncle Wes released his grip and began to stroke one
rough finger across the underside of my prick again and I finally began to
piss.
	This time, though, the sensation of my piss rushing through my
prick felt as if I were cumming again!  I rose up on the balls of my feet and
pressed my face into Uncle Wes' thickly furred chest.  The head of my dick
'tickled" and the shaft jerked as my piss flew out and drove into his thigh.
	"Oh man...jesuuuuusss...."  I gasped.
	His hand lightly encircled my young prick again, and gently
stroked the shaft as both of us delivered the last of our stored up piss onto
the other.
	He pulled back with a grin that held nothing but playfulness,
"See, now...wasn't that jus' the best piss you've ever had, Jr.?"
	"Yeah...wow...I had no idea."
	He turned me around and pushed me under the water from the
showerhead.  "Yeah, feels like droppin' a second load, don't it."
	"Yeah, that was pretty wild!"
	His hand came to rest on my shoulder from behind.  "Now,
remember what I told ya back on that campin' trip, though.  What happens
in the jon is private."
	"Oh yeah."  I don't know what came over me next except that
maybe I was feeling so close to him after what we'd just shared awake and
'out in the open.'  I turned and hugged him close for a second,  "I know this
was private...jus' between you n' me."  I quickly turned back under the
shower wondering if what I'd done was okay.
	"You got it, Boss Jr."  He chuckled.  "Now, get that tail in gear.
I gotta shower off, too, and we gotta get t' work!"
	Luckily, we didn't open till nine...two hours later...as we'd both
forgotten about our clothes being weighted down in the creek.  Uncle Wes
got them and threw them over the hot barbeque pits out back to dry while
we prepared for the day both of us clad only in our socks and boots.  God,
he was hot, all focused on preparing to open and unaware of what seeing his
tall muscle-corded hairy body with his heavy cock and balls swinging furiously
as he worked was doing to me.
	That cock rose and fell as we hurried to open.  The sheer weight
of it keeping it from going any higher than a forty-five degree angle.  Mine
on the other hand kept rising to full mast at the sight of him and earned sev-
eral playful smacks and jokes from Uncle Wes about teenage hormones.
Soon, though, he was also smacking my ass playfully and sometimes letting
his big hand linger there as if, distracted, he'd forgotten he was cupping my
butt with it.  It reminded me of when he'd had his thick finger delving into my
hole the night before and boned me up even more.
	After donning our dry clothes, we worked through lunch time
and then closed at two.  We cleaned and stored everything, and then took
off for the lumber yard.  We, then, stopped at one of the discount department
stores and Uncle Wes bought us both work clothes to wear while building
the patios. He bought four pairs of white painters' pants and a couple packages
of wife-beater undershirts, all a size or two too large so they had room to
shrink.  He also picked up a towel on the trip, making me hope there were
more stayovers with him in store for me.
	All day as we worked, my pants kept hanging halfway off my butt.
I didn't do much to stop it as I found Uncle Wes staring at my ass over and
over throughout the day.  The attention of his eyes and getting to see his long
thick cock through the thin cotton pants kept me feeling hot and sexy as the
hours passed.
	We had the frame for the deck cut and pieced together when he
decided to call it a night.
	"How 'bout we check with the powers that be n' clear it for stayin'
over again?"  He suggested when we went inside.
	"Sure!"  I responded.  Excited as all hell at the idea of spending
another night with him.
	"We'll order pizza give having barbeque a break for the night."
He reached for the phone and called his wife and my parents.  We decided
on the type of pizza, and Uncle Wes told me to hit the shower first while he
called the order in.
	I got out of the shower to find him leaning against the door frame,
completely naked except for a wide grin and a half hard cock as he held the
new towel out to me.
	"Growin' up t' be a damned fine lookin' young colt.  Gonna drive
the ladies crazy with that cute lil' tail you got on ya..."  He brushed past me
and stepped into the shower.
	I dried off wondering how long he'd stood there watching me.
Thinking about how handsome and sexy he'd been sweating while we worked,
the white clothes setting off his dark tan and the wiry black hair bursting from
under his arms, the neck of his wife beater, and his strong forearms...had left
me off in a world all my own and unaware of him at the door.
	"Left money on the counter in the restaurant, Boss Jr.  How 'bout
you take care of the delivery guy while I get cleaned up?"  He asked over the
sound of running water as he adjusted the temperature of the shower.
	"Sure thing."  I exited the bathroom and realized I had nothing to
put on that was comfortable for relaxing.  So, I just knotted the towel around
my waist as the knock came at the door of the restaurant.
	I went out and paid, then set the pizza on the counter between the
kitchen and dining room where Uncle Wes'd left the money.  He came out of
the office at the same time, toweling his hair before knotting his towel as I
had mine before grabbing us both a beer.  Instead of knotting the opening at
the side as I'd done, though, he did his at the center as he had last night.
	"We can jus' eat here so we don't have t' clean a table again."  He
said as he climbed onto a barstool and leaned over to open the pizza box.  I
pulled a barstool closer and gulped down my surprise at finding his knees and
towel spread open to reveal six inches of balls and nine inches of huge thick
cock draping over the edge of the seat.  That whole hot set of heavy equip-
ment shifted and rolled as he worked to free two slices from the rest before
handing one to me as I finally dislodged my wide eyes long enough to climb
up onto my own seat.
	The blatant exposure of his cock and hairy balls between equally
hairy thighs left me feeling nervous and light headed.  As we talked, he caught
me staring numerous times, but he didn't say a word each time I lifted my eyes
to find him looking down at me.
	"I'll grab us another..." He said after downing the last of his beer.
I tipped the last of mine back as he got up, feeling a buzz coming on as I set
the empty can down on the counter.
	When he climbed back on his stool, his towel came unwrapped
and fell to the floor.
	"Would you grab that for me?"  He asked as he popped the tabs
on one can and then the other.
	"Sure."  I leaned over without thinking and found my face right
over his fat lazy cock.  I immediately straightened some and slid off my stool
to pick it up.  When I climbed back on and handed the towel to him, he just
tossed it across his waist.  Half his cock still hung out in the open from under-
neath.  Jesus, he was driving me crazy without realizing it.  Or...did he realize
it???
	We finished eating and polished of the second round of beer when
Uncle Wes stated that we needed to put the briskets on to cook overnight.
Once done, he suggested we have one more and pull two chairs out back.  I
readily agreed, though my head was beginning to swim with being unaccus-
tomed to drinking.
	He started to pull his socks and boots on again telling me to do
the same so we kept our feet clean.  As we were heading out the door, he
reached over and picked up his cowboy hat and my baseball cap.  Shoving
his on him and mine on me, he chuckled, "So we won't feel s' naked."
	We dragged our chairs out beside the worktable next to the barbeque
pits, and then sat in silence for a while as we drank.
	"Real nice spendin' time with ya, Arley."  He broke the silence
while looking up at the dark sky.  "Nice t' spend time with someone quiet n'
relaxed, not always explainin' the whole world n' tellin' me everything I think
is wrong."
	Even though he was telling me he was glad to have me with him,
I could hear the notes of unhappiness in his voice and words.
	"How 'bout another?"  He tilted his head down to look at me.
Grinning lopsidedly, he handed his empty can toward me.  I smiled back,
knowing he'd just signalled the end of the subject and went inside to get him
another beer.
	I handed the new one to him when I came back.  He popped the
tab and slid way down in his chair, stretching his long legs out widely in front
of him.  He grabbed one side of the towel and attempted to pull it over the
heavy cock and balls that had spilled out into the open with his change of
positions.  The action left me wondering whether or not he was truly aware
of what I thought was passing between us.  Maybe it was all in my head, and
I was the only one feeling this crushing attraction.
	"Yeah, it's good workin' on all this together.  You work hard, too,
son.  Don't think I haven't noticed.  I notice more than you think."  The beer
in his system became as obvious as mine as I felt my eyelids opening only
about halfway.
	"Thanks, boss,"  I chuckled, a little uncomfortable in his praise.  "I
love workin' with you, too.  Dad and I've never done much together, and...
well..."  I blurted out next, "I wanna be just like you.  Rugged, handsome,
fun...muscular, hairy...."  I realized I'd said way too much and shut up, tipping
my beer back instead of continuing.
	He slowly turned his head toward me, bleary eyes looking intently
at me from under one raised heavily furred eyebrow.  "That how you see me,
son?"
	I fidgeted, but didn't answer.
	"Well?"
	"Yeah.  I mean..."  I stumbled to respond.  "You're tall, I mean
REALLY tall!  You're all muscle, and you're so hairy.  I love your mustache,
it's...."  I wanted t' say 'sexy,' "...cool as hell.  I wish I could grow one like that."
	"And, you're..."  My eyes flicked over to his half-exposed cock and
balls as the thought crossed my mind to tell him he was hot as hell with that
huge fat cock swinging between his legs either under his pants or out in the
open.  Even heavily buzzed, I realized he couldn't miss my staring at his thick
meat and that I needed to do some quick damage control.  "...you're really
nice..fun.  Not like years ago when you rarely smiled."
	He turned to look off in front of him.  "Well...I smile alot around
you.  Other than that, I'm pretty much the same."  He dropped one hand down
to his waist and swung his beer to his lips with the other.  That hand then fell
down to hang at his side toward the ground.
	He quietly mumbled as if to himself, "Easy t' smile around you,
Jr."
	I sat in silence watching him, his eyelids lowering.
	"Damned sweet boy...."
	His eyelids lowered further, and his chin moved slowly to the side
and down toward his hairy chest.
	"Good lookin' boy...."  It was almost a sigh as his chin neared his
chest.
	"....damned sexy lil' tail...."  His voice faded out.  The hand at his
waist slid up to stroke the thick fur on his stomach as the knot of the towel
gave in and fell completely off him.  Only being between his ass and the seat
of the chair kept it from falling to the ground.  The hand on his stomach came
to a stop, his chin now resting on his chest as the beer can in the other hand
fell into the grass.
	My eyes raked up and down his long hairy body.  I didn't know
what I was going to do, but I stood up on shaky legs anyway.
	I moved to stand in front of him and stared down.  I wanted to
freeze the sight of him like that in my mind forever.  Over six and half feet
of long hairy muscled cowboy splayed out in front of me.  Only wearing his
dusty cowboy boots and beat up cowboy hat, he was everything a man should
be and everything I wanted.
	From his neck to where his long legs were stuffed inside his boots,
his body frothed and foamed in that thick carpet of coarse curly black hair.
Darkly tanned muscles stood out under his skin even while he slept.  I stared
down at the size of the hand on his stomach.  If my hand were fifty percent
bigger, Uncle Wes's would still dwarf it.  I noted the wide back of his hand,
the long thick fingers...everything about it giving that hand the look of a hairy
baseball mitt.  I wanted to feel it against me...stroking my skin with the hard
callouses I knew covered his palms and thick fingers.
	As fascinated as I was by how far his thick bushy mustache des-
cended down his throat, I was more fascinated by how low his hefty cock des-
cended down toward the ground.  I loved the way his furry ball sack caved
in before it reached his huge balls.  Slung low in that hairy sack, the seemed
as big as lemons straing the thin skin of their pouch far below his crotch.
	But, it was the massive cock hanging thick and heavy between his
hairy thighs in the bright moonlight that I wanted most.  I marveled yet again
at the sight of it.  The nine-plus inch length of it was enough to melt my knees
as I continued my discovery of my attraction to a man's body...not just any
man, but this man...my own uncle.  The length of it, though, wasn't what made
my mouth water.  It was the incredible thickness of that hulking monster.
	Suddenly curious in my slightly drunken state, I grabbed a paper
towel from the table and leaned down to wrap it around his cock.  I tore it
were it met and then went to get a tape measure when I noticed my beer sit-
ting on the table.  I wrapped the paper towel around it and my jaw dropped
when I found that Uncle Wes' fat cock was only a half an inch less in girth
than my beer can!!  No wonder his meat looked so huge.  IT WAS HUGE!!
	That knowledge blew me away and made me fall to my knees in
front of him.  I was so hot and turned on now, I no longer cared if he woke
up and found me on his cock.  I had to touch him, I had to run my hands up
his body.  I had to feel his mucles and the dense hair sliding through my fin-
gers!
	I put my hands on his knees and pressed them upward as I inhaled
and exhaled deeply at the feel of him.  His cock flexed at the contact and I
traced every huge inch of it with my eyes.
	That thick telephone pole meat struck me in awe yet again.  Three
thick veins bulged along the entire length of that massive cock.  I wanted to
lick each one and feel them under my tongue.  Looking down at that brutal
beauty this time, I noticed the whole thing was threaded with thick veins.  It
was just that the three I'd noticed before were massive.  Though, Uncle Wes
was cut, it had been so minimal that the thick skin covering the shaft bunched
up just below the juicy dark plum-shaped and sized head.  The head...oh god...
the head of that incredible cock...
	The dark purple-red of the bloated spongy flesh left me opening
my mouth in hunger without even realizing it.  I stared at the dry meat and
wanted desperately to see it shiny with precum again.  I leaned foreward,
denying myself the thrill of taking it in my mouth to try to tease some of that
mind-blowing cock juice from the hulking giant.  I pressed my face between
his cock and his thigh, my eyes closing in the feel of the coarse hair on one
cheek and the weight of his cock pressing against the other.  I exhaled a deep
breath I hadn't even know I was holding.  As the warm air spilled over his
hairy balls and the base of his cock, both rolled and twisted at the sensation.
	I turned my head to slide my tongue out across the underside of
Uncle Wes' fat meat.  I could smell him...no soap, no sweat...just the deep
musky scent of thick cock and big balls.  I slid my hands up his chest, still
not caring in my beer-haze if he woke up.  I would pay whatever price it cost,
I had to have his big cock.
	I slurped up and down the length of him, soaring in the feel of
the thick piss tube and network of veins I'd come to be so fascinated by.
Soon, his weighty meat was hard and bouncing in the air as I slathered the
shaft with my spit and tongue.  I pulled back and found a heavy stream of
precum hanging from the end of his fat cock with a big drop weighing it
toward the ground.  It was what I'd been waiting for.
	I swooped down, caught it on my tongue, and followed it all the
way up to that huge swollen purple head.  I jerked my jaw open and forced
my mouth over that delectable head.    Immediately more precum poured out
as I head a soft groan come from above me.
	That groan was all it took.  I dove foreward and tried to shove
his whole cock down my throat.  It wasn't wet enough, though, with my lips
stretched around it like a bungee cord strained to its limit.  I had to pull back
and force it into my throat a little at a time, gaining an inch or two more with
each attempt as I got his shaft wetter and wetter.
	Finally, I forced it all the way down my throat and pressed my
nose into the thick dark hair of his crotch.  I barely heard the groan from
above me as I groaned my own cries of heated thrill onto him.  My throat
swallowed convulsively against the massive meat stretching the inside of my
neck beyond belief.
	I shuddered and came.  With my fingers curling in the thick hair
of his chest and throat clamping down on the huge cock buried inside me, I
came all over the grass underneath me.  I grunted and cried against his horse-
dick as wave after wave of orgasm shattered through me.  Just the feel of his
fat cock filling and stretching my mouth and throat coupled with the earlier
sight of him, my tall rugged hairy uncle splayed out in nothing but his boots
and cowboy hat, was all it took to shove me over the edge.
	Eventually, when I couldn't ignore the need to breathe anymore,
I eased back and felt every inch of the nine slowly pull from my throat.
	Just as I got to the head and felt a heavy gush of precum fill my
already full mouth, my hearing returned and I heard Uncle Wes gasping from
above me.
	Suddenly, his cock began jerking and spewing inside my mouth
as I moved to just the tip to make room for it all as I tried to swallow.  I slid
my foggy heated eyes up his hairy rippled stomach to his angularly muscled
chest, past his dense chest hair to that long bushy handlebar mustache and up
to his eyes staring down at me wide as saucers in shock!
	I jerked back and got blast after blast of Uncle Wes' cum splattered
all over my face, hair, and neck.
	I sat there in shock equal to his as his huge cock continued dren-
ching me in the buckets of cum exploding from the fat head.  I thought I hadn't
cared if he woke up and found me sucking his fat dick.  I was wrong.  Tears
started running from my eyes as his cock continued splattering thick white
cum onto me and I thought about how he would never want me around after
this.
	As his thick meat finally reached the stage where it was only
belching intermittent gobs of cum onto my chest, I began to shake my head
slowly from side to side and apologize, "Ohhhh god, Uncle Wes...I'm so
sorry....I'm sooooo sorry..."
	I felt the sobs coming and struggled to my feet, unable to stand
the look of utter shock on his face any longer.
	I turned to race into the office as I heard him order, "Arley, no!"
	I had to get away.  I felt humiliated by my own uncontrollable
lust, the fact that I'd been sucking a man's dick, and the fact that it was my own
uncle's and now he knew it.  I had to escape and never face the humiliation of
having to see him again!
	"Arley!"  He ordered sternly again and jerked his booted foot over
to trip me as I attempted to run.
	The air was knocked from my chest as I landed on the ground with
a loud 'thud.'  The next thing I knew, Uncle Wes' body slammed down on top
of me.  Oh god, what had I done???!!!


(To be continued)


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