Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2012 22:50:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads Chapter 14:  Louisiana Uncle Russ

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Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 14

Louisiana Uncle Russ


	Mom was chatting away, but it was far off and distant.  It was a four
hour trip by plane from Austin, Tx to Lake Charles, La with its connection in
New Orleans and all I could think about was seeing Uncle Russ again.  We
were now on the last leg of the flight and landing in ten minutes.  My stomach
was fluttering with both nervousness and excitement.
	Mom's sister and Uncle Russ' wife, Ginny, was in the hospital...eight
and a half weeks pregnant under constant bedrest and observation.  It was
to be their first child, and everyone was concerned.
	Uncle Russ, though.
	Man...
	Uncle Russ..........
	I'd latched onto him at an early age like an adoring puppy.  No one
knew the why of it, and joked that Uncle Russ had grown a tail as I followed
him around adoringly even as a toddler.
	It was especially odd in that Uncle Russ was a stern quiet man of few
words with no time or interest in a small child demanding his attention.  Some-
how he still managed to be patient...picking me up to tell me stories or teach
me to play cards with him.  His stories were short and his manner was gruff,
but even then I sensed he treated me with a bit more patience and interest
than he did with others.  I loved the big tall brooding man.
	As I got older, I began noticing how handsome he was.  Tall...6'4"...
he had dark hair scattered with auburn and grey, and cut in a standard style
parted on the side.  Icy green eyes were crowded with silver flecks and bor-
dered by a wide rim of charcoal grey under heavy drooping brows that al-
most hid the eyes below.
	He had a strong, but rather odd face.  Heavy bones seemed to carve
his sharp features into a broad forehead, pronounced brow bones over deep-
set eyes, stony high cheekbones, and a triangular jaw that jutted out out near
his ears and thrust out a stubborn chin at the center.  A short-clipped red
beard traced the masculine angles of that jaw and chin, and moved up into a
crisp mustache that framed full generous lips.
	I loved his deep voice that sounded like low slow thunder rumbling up
from his chest.  I'd always thought he'd have made a great radio DJ or voice
for commercials on TV.  Deep, rolling, and lazy...he sounded as if he had all
the time in the world for whatever was going on at the moment with no need
whatsoever to hurry any of it.
	He was the first man I'd seen naked, too, as well as my first sexual
contact with anyone other than myself.
	I'd been in eighth grade when I came home from school on the day
he and Aunt Ginny had arrived for a visit.  They were to stay a couple days
and nights before spending a week camping at several parks around the
state.  As a result, I'd moved back into my old room for their stay.
	I'd been given the former guest room a couple of years before since
it had a queen-sized bed, and my old room with it's twin bed had become a
just a spare room.  The rare times we had guests, though, they were given
my room and I was relegated back to my old one temporarily.
	There was a note on the dining room table when I walked in.  Mom
and Aunt Ginny had gone into town but would be back in time to make dinner.
	I'd heard the shower running and found the door wide open when I'd
gone down the hallway to the room I was using...directly across from the
bathroom as luck would have it.
	Full of raging teenage hormones, I was thrilled at the opportunity to
see an adult naked.  It didn't matter whether it was a man or a woman at the
time, I was just excited about seeing any adult body naked.  That it happened
to be rugged Uncle Russ only added to the excitement.
	I sat down with my books on my old bed and stared at the wall with
my mind racing through how I might work things so I could see Uncle Russ
getting out of the shower.  An idea hit me and I jumped up to squeeze behind
the door where I would be able to see through the crack at the hinges.
	I stood quietly,,,shaking with nervousness, but excited as all hell to
see my handsome uncle without his clothes.
	The water stopped and I almost jumped when the shower curtain was
suddenly jerked all the way open.
	Shocked at his physique, completely and unknowingly bared to my ad-
miring eyes, I stared in wonder and awe over him.
	He was incredible standing there brushing the water from his eyes and
short hair.  His face looked younger and kind of innocent with his hair sticking
out everywhere haphazardly.  His body, however, clearly defined every one of
his mature forty years spent in hard work and athletic living.
	I guess his body was actually rather average for a younger man.  But,
a number of things left his physique impressive and sexy as hell in my eyes.
	His chest and legs were tight and strong in a topnotch baseball player
kind of way.  His arms and shoulders, though, were packed with heavy round-
ed muscle in a way that left him looking top-heavy.
	Dark reddish fur burst out over every part of him, long and unruly un-
like the neatly clipped beard on his chin.  It covered him from the tops of his
feet up to the sharp line that encircled his neck where he shaved.  He looked
as if a wet wool sweater covered his whole body.
	If his hair had been longer, he'd have looked like a viking warrior even
with the slight softening and fullness to his otherwise flat stomach.
	He reached for a towel and began drying off, the energetic action
causing his thick meat and big balls to slap his thighs noisily.
	Though flaccid, his fat cock hung down as did his balls about seven
inches from the dense explosion of dark brown curls bursting from around
the base of it all.
	His cock was thick...REALLY THICK!
	Uncle Russ' cock was cut where mine retained its full foreskin.  I was
awestruck by the enormity of the head of my uncle's strapping trouser steak
as well as by the heavy shaft flopping down toward the floor from between his
furry thighs.  One strong blue vein traveled crookedly down his relaxed length
to the wide flaring head.
	In that moment, I discovered my attraction to men.  I wanted to touch
that cock.  I wanted to feel it in my hands and stroke it.  I even wanted to put
it in my mouth and feel it against my tongue and lips.  I was instantly hard.
	Long and thick, it swung between his legs clumsily as Uncle Russ
dried the water vigorously from his hairy body.
	He put one foot up on the rim of the tub to dry one leg and then the
other.  Each time, that position of his body seemed to thrust his cock and
balls out longer and thicker toward the floor.
	He stepped out of the tub and slowed the movement of the towel
across his body.  I looked up and thought for a second he might have been
staring right at me.  But, he immediately raised his eyes and one arm up to-
ward the ceiling as he began whistling and toweling the water from his arm-
pit.
	The same hair of his crotch frothed out from under his arm.  Sexy,
hot, and all male..it was place I rarely saw on an adult man.  On other kids
my age,yes...but, not on an adult.  I was intrigued by it and confused by my
reaction.  I'd always thought of that place as a smelly bother on my own body,
but found myself drawn to it on Uncle Russ.  My dick was throbbing and jerk-
ing inside my jeans as he moved to dry his other armpit.
	Uncle Russ draped the towel around his neck and went to stand in
front of the mirror as he continued whistling a catchy tune.  Now turned side-
ways as I watched, I was treated to the sight of his thick meaty hose curving
prominently over his balls and out in front of his body.  It was fat and heavy...
and, seemed longer and more swollen than before.  Its seven inches seemed
to have firmed and swelled to more like eight or nine though it still remained
mostly flaccid.
	Uncle Russ grabbed a comb and neatened his hair before turning
and exiting the bathroom, moving past my door so close I could smell his
soap as he sauntered down the hallway to my bedroom.
	I slid out from behind the door, grabbed my books, ran back to the
front door, opened and closed it noisily, and then called out, "Anyone home?"
	"Back here, Tommy!"  Uncle Russ called back.
	I headed down the hall hoping to catch another glimpse of his body
before he got completely dressed.
	"Hi, Uncle..."  My mouth went dry as I stopped dead in my tracks at
the door.
	Uncle Russ was putting on his socks while sitting on the edge of the
bed facing me.  His thick slab of long adult cock almost completely blocked
my view of his big balls weighing their furry sack down the side of the bed.
	"Hey, son."  Uncle Russ glanced up only briefly before returning his
attention to sliding a sock over his other foot and calf.
	He, then, stood...seeming completely at ease with being naked in
front of me except for his socks.  Smiling a mile-wide grin filled with spark-
ling straight white teeth, he took a couple meat swaying steps toward me.
	"Lookin' good."  A hand the size of a dinner plate grabbed the back of
my neck in an affectionate squeeze, the touch tilting my head down and right
at Uncle Russ' heavy display of adult male equipment.
	"You, too."  I mumbled, staring down.  My eyes jerked upward to find
a thick eyebrow arched upward and his eyes looking down at me question-
ingly.
	He turned away, then, and bent for a pair of stretchy white boxer style
underwear.  A hard squarish muscular ass coated in dark brown curling hair
pushed back toward me.  I didn't want to touch his ass like I did his long thick
cock, but the strong masculinity of Uncle Russ' muscled and furry butt thrilled
me just the same.
	"How's school, bud?"  He turned and stepped into the briefs.
	"Good."  I answered quietly, enthralled with his exposed body as he
pulled the tight white underwear up his hairy legs.  Just past his thighs, the
waistband caught under his hefty balls and thrust the big man's full fat meat
and balls out ponderously in front of him.
	Silence stretched out as he pulled the briefs up to his waist and then
reached one of his big hands inside to shift and adjust all the heavy flesh
crowding the pouch.
	I could feel his stare on me, but couldn't pull my eyes from where that
long thick heavy cock caused those briefs to sag low between his hairy legs.
	He grabbed a pair of khaki slacks from the bed and pulled them on.
His cock slid to the left of the center seam and left a proud thick coiled bulge
there.
	Next, came a white pull-over polo-styled shirt whose hem fell a couple
inches above the beginning of where that barely contained cock thrust forward
to arch out and then curve under his big balls.  It was almost as if the hem of
that shirt seemed to dare someone to look anywhere else but the thick bulge
stretching his pants across it just underneath.
	"Heard you're on the wrestlin' team n' short-stoppin' durin' baseball
season."  He stated as a question.
	I pulled my eyes from the indecently thick bulge of his big cock, "Yeah,
I'm too short for anything else."
	I was barely 5' at the time with not much hope of growing taller as Mom
was 5' and Dad was only 5'4".
	"It shows."
	As always, conversation with Uncle Russ meant few words from his
side.
	"Thanks."  I beamed, determined to work twice as hard in the school
gym after his brief praise.
	"Sum'n t' drink?"
	"Sure."  I turned away from him begrudingly and headed down the
hall to the kitchen with Uncle Russ following.
	At the end of the hallway, two huge hands landed on my shoulders and
eased me toward the dining room table.  "I'll get 'em.  What'cha want, buster?"
	"Coke."  I sat down and watched him move as he opened the fridge,
freezer, and cabinets to pour two glasses.  He seemed so sexy puttering in
the kitchen in a comfortable, male, and unaware way.  I began noticing him,
not as an uncle anymore, but as a man.  Not only that, though.  I also began
seeing him as a very sexy man.
	I'd always thought of other boys and men as just, well, as just 'guys.'
Sexy was reserved for girls and women with their long hair, curved figures,
and made up faces.  All that was changing now.
	I sat there in my own world as if all the sounds of him fixing our drinks
were on mute.
	I took in the movements of his huge strong hands, the muscles of his
shoulders flexing under his shirt, the muscles of his arms stretcthing out the
sleeves, that thick cock shifting under his light slacks, and his big athletic feet
inside soft white socks.  My mind drifted back to seeing him wet and toweling
off...his bare swinging cock, big hairy balls, densely furred crotch and arm-
pits, hard firm ass, and the forest of curling reddish-brown hair coating him
from neck to toe.
	It was as if I was seeing him for the first time...really seeing him.  See-
ing everything about him that made him so handsome and, now, sexy in my
eyes.  Things I'd never thought about before where men were concerned,
now seemed to become areas of deep and heated fascination.
	Finished, he padded toward me to hand me my glass.  Then, he
pulled the chair opposite me out and sat down facing me.  Slouching down,
legs splayed wide and relaxed, he leaned somewhat sideways against the
table and asked, "So, how long you been wrestlin'?"
	"A couple years..."  I began a chatty answer that lasted about ten
minutes while he sat listening patiently and my eyes flicked often to the thick
bulge of cock resting full and heavy between his zipper and his left thigh.
	This went on for almost an hour, him asking short questions and me
responding with lengthy answers.  I did my best not to, but couldn't help my
eyes straying to Uncle Russ' straining crotch every time he shifted in his chair
or moved his body to take a drink.  The big fat firm head of his hulking meat
was clearly visible, outlined, and carving its substantial shape into the soft
fabric of his pants from its confinement under his crowding balls.
	I tried to shift in my seat to subtly adjust my hard thirteen year old dick
into a more comfortable and less obvious position.  I also tried to cover it with
my hands as often as I could, probably drawing more of Uncle Russ' atten-
tion to it than if I'd just left it as is.
	My mouth was dry, though...throat tight...and, my body tense with all
the sexual excitement coursing through me as that thick cock sat coiled,
heavy thick and seductive, only a few feet away between my uncle's spread
legs.
	Finally Mom and Aunt Ginny came home in a flurry of energetic con-
versation that interrupted the quiet closeness of spending time alone with
Uncle Russ.
	Dad arrived from work only a few minutes after that and I found my-
self mostly left out of the adult conversations that followed.
	Later, it was time for bed and Uncle Russ headed down the hallway
first.  Aunt Ginny argued to help clean the kitchen, but was brushed off by Dad
insisting he would help Mom.  I followed Aunt Ginny down the hall and said
good night as she opened the door and went inside.  In that short moment the
door was open, I saw Uncle Russ' naked body pulling the sheets back as he
stood beside the bed.
	I went to my temporary room, shut the door, and lay there for hours af-
ter everyone else had gone to sleep thinking about Uncle Russ sleeping na-
ked only two doors away.
	At three in the morning, I was still awake and had to pee.
	I got up and did just that, but stopped at my door and looked over to the
one behind which Uncle Russ and Aunt Ginny were sleeping.
	I knew I shouldn't.  Alarm bells went off in my head, yet I couldn't help
myself.
	I went over to their door, grabbed the knob cautiously, and slowly and
silently turned it.  I eased the door open and peered inside.
	Aunt Ginny was on the far side away from me, sheets pulled up to her
neck and laying on her side facing the opposite direction on the far edge of
the bed.  Uncle Russ' side of the bed was nearest me.
	There he lay.  Naked on his back, the sheet only partially covering the
leg thrown out in Aunt Ginny's direction.  I stuck my head inside the door and
squinted my eyes to see better in the dim light from the windows.
	One arm was thrown back above his head while the other was drop-
ped across his stomach.  Below, his big heavy balls rested on the mattress
between his hairy thighs.  His cock draped down over them and across the
mattress like a long thick snake resting its head, staring back at me rather
than sleeping.
	The knots of nervousness in my stomach won out, and I pulled back
to head to my room without completely shutting their door.  Something inside
me warned I would be coming back.
	Summoning up my courage and wanting desperately to touch that long
thick heavy slab of cock laying full and sleek between Uncle Russ' legs, I
moved back to their door.
	I saw Uncle Russ' arm moving back upward to where it had been the
first time I'd stuck my head inside.  His body was now in a little different po-
sition, though.
	The arm above his head was now draped over his eyes, and his
fat cock now lay almost all the way across his hip instead of down over his
big hairy balls.  It immediately occurred to me how easy it would now be to
touch it without having to reach between his legs.  A plan formed in my head.
	I dropped down on all fours out of sight from the two of them lying in
bed, and silently crawled through the door and into the room.  I could use the
excuse of needing to get something and trying not to wake them up as a
reason for my presence and position if one did wake up.
	I crawled toward the bed, peering over to catch Uncle Russ' cock flex,
shift, and thicken more and more as I moved closer.  Upon reaching the edge
of the bed, I tested the waters by lightly smoothing my palm across the thick
springy hair of his thigh.  Nothing.  Uncle Russ' breathing remained quiet and
even.
	I continued stroking the tops of the wiry curls, moving closer to his
cock the whole time.  I watched as it rose up from his thigh and then settled
back into the thick cushion of hair underneath repeatedly
	Tentatively, I reached higher and lightly grazed the length of his solid
sleeping meat only to have it jerk up against my palm.  I yanked my hand back
in fear, but stayed where I was to watch that fat head and thick shaft bob just
above the coarse hair below.
	My eyes were as big as saucers, and I was scared the beating of my
heart was loud enough to wake them both up.  Neither moved, though, and
no change occurred in either's breathing.
	I raised up for a better look.
	Jesus!  Hard, Uncle Russ' cock had to easily be nine inches in fat sturdy
length...actually, more like ten.  It was huge!
	I had to touch it again, I had to.
	I wanted to make sure he was asleep, though, and moved further up the
side of the bed.  I tried to look under the arm across his eyes.  There was a
definite space there, but the shadow kept me from seeing anything.  I stayed
there a couple minutes, trying harder to see.  With his breathing remaining
even and steady, though, I moved back down to his hips.
	I reached my hand back up and lightly grazed his bobbing cock again.
The skin over it was soft and silky and thick.  I loved the feel of it and curved
my hand gently over it to slide softly up and down.
	My fingers didn't meet, though.  Wow...
	It felt as if several inches separated my thumb from my fingers.  My
own dick was fighting against the inside of my briefs, tingling down the five
inch length of it into the base of my balls.
	I wanted to squeeze Uncle Russ' big cock, really FEEL the heft of it
in my hand.  I knew not to, though.  That could wake him and get me into
trouble I knew I couldn't explain away or handle.  His hard fat cock throbbed
and jerked inside the circle of my hand, though, and I was almost to the point
of pulling away.
	The fat head swelled and strained forward, deepening to a dark and
dusky rose color.  The piss slit yawned open and a thick milky gob of fluid
flowed out.
	I panicked.
	I thought he was cumming and about to spill his heavy seed all over
his own leg and the sheets.
	I moved my other hand up to cup the big over-sized helmet of solid
expanding flesh when the piss slit gaped wide and more cum spurt out to
pool in my palm.
	My own prick began shooting off inside my briefs without warning,
jerking and spewing, as I stared into my palm and sucked air into my chest.
	Uncle Russ' slit relaxed back to close upon itself as my young load
spat from my dick.
	As if in slow motion, as if watching someone else...I saw my hand
move to my mouth...felt my lips open...knew my hand was tilting...and, tasted
my uncle's cum flowing into my mouth.  Thick, sweet, and salty, the flavor
seemed somehow clean, athletic, and rich.
	Still holding Uncle Russ' hard cock lighly with the other hand, I felt my-
self sag unconsciously against the side of the bed as my orgasm continued
racing through me.
	I heard the soft groan I struggled to contain escape into the quiet of
the room.  There was more, though.  Another deep sigh, or groan, or some-
thing had meshed with mine.  Had it been my imagination?
	I looked up across Uncle Russ' hairy stomach and chest to his face.
His jaw was now slack, lips parted, and mouth open.  His head seemed tilt-
ed further back than before.
	My eyes darted back to the wide substantial hulking head of Uncle
Russ' impressive cock to see the piss slit now settled back.  Still wet and
swollen with the lower half of it slick and shiny with what I would later learn
was precum, it pulsed wildly as I loosed my hand to flee the room.
	I crawled out and rushed through my door, forgetting to close theirs.
	I stood just inside, realizing I was shaking with fear of discovery and
that my dick and balls were drenched in my own load.
	I was still standing there when I heard the bathroom door close across
the hall.  I cracked my door and peered out the slight opening to see who
would come out.
	Less than two minutes passed before the toilet flushed and the door
opened.
	Uncle Russ was standing there with his hand braced against the door
frame while the other gripped the knob.
	His head was down, chest heaving, legs apart and stiff, and waist
slightly bent.  His hard cock bobbed heavily and jutted out in front of him rigid
and mighty.
	He let go to stagger a couple steps out into the hall.
	Reaching down, he grabbed that huge strong cock and milked his big
heavy hand down its length.  Remnants of his load drooled heavily from the
monumental cockhead and flowed across the area of his hand where the
base of his thumb webbed across to the base of his index finger.
	His head seemed to search his body for a place to wipe it away be-
fore easing his hand up to his lips as if resigned this was the only reasonable
answer.
	Looking at his profile through the door, I watched his full lips part and
then close over the messy part of his hand.  I saw them close, the movement
inside his cheeks, and the swallowing of his throat as he lapped up the last
of his own cum.
	I knew what he was tasting.  I still had it in my own mouth.  It was earthy,
sweet, and somewhat like clean sweat.  When I'd tilted my own hand to my
mouth, he'd tasted thick somehow...though, I know that's not really a flavor.  I
ran my tongue around the inside of my mouth and decided, yes...earthy,
sweaty, thick, and rather sweet.
	He slowly dropped his hand.  His head was still tilted downward when
only his eyes raised up to look in the direction of my door.
	I jumped back from the crack there and stood shaking worse than be-
fore until I heard the door down the hall softly close.
	Hugely relieved, I quickly crossed the room and fell back on the bed.
	I thought about how he'd looked standing in the hall, huge hard cock
jutting out in front of him as he'd sucked his own cum from his big hand.  I
swam my tongue around the inside of my mouth and tasted him again, think-
ing about how it would be to suck his cock and taste his full load instead of it
being wasted into the toilet bowl.
	My prick, softened by anxiety and fear, hardened again.
	I reached inside the slimy mess of my bries and grabbed it.  Wet and
slick, my hand slid over it easily as I imagined moving my lips and mouth over
the monster head of Uncle Russ' long thick meat.
	Cum started erupting almost immediately from my balls again with
no more thought than that.  As I filled my briefs for the second time, I moved
my mind past sucking his cock straight to the idea of his cum filling my mouth
as I swallowed one thick creamy explosion after another.
	I must've fallen asleep right away, and woke up the next morning with
my hand encrusted in dried cum still holding my dick.
	The day went normally with the adults catching up during a long game
of canasta on the back porch.  Several six-packs and bottles of wine later,
they began to barbeque.
	Uncle Russ announced he hadn't checked their tent and was going to
set it up and sleep there tonight to make sure everything was okay.  Aunt
Ginny protested and said she wasn't sleeping on the ground until she had to.
She tried to convince Uncle Russ to test the tent on their first night out, but
he responded he wanted to find any problems and fix them while they were
still in town to get repair materials.  He would go to bed with her, though, and
stay until she was asleep before heading out to the tent.
	When he went to set it up, I noticed he put it on the side of the house
where the garage sat...out of sight from any doors or windows.  My mind be-
gan racing with possibilities.
	It was midnight when I couldn't take waiting any longer.
	I snuck from my room and stole to the door of the house that made the
least noise...the patio door in back.
	Outside, I quietly walked past the large bush beside the door and patio
to the corner where a large grapevine twisted a flurry of leafless vines in a
three foot circumference before continuing up and into an arbor.
	The the door of Uncle Russ' tent was facing the backyard.  It was open,
the flaps pulled back and revealing bare size fourteen feet laying widely apart.
With the moonlight streaming straight inside at a direct angle, I could clearly
see even the thick hair coating his legs.
	I stepped gingerly around the the tangle of grapevines, sliding my briefs
down to drop them on the ground and doing my best to move silently through
the grass.  Now naked and feeling the exhilaration of the night air on my bare
ass, balls, and hard prick...I continued forward.
	I crept up further as more of Uncle Russ' glorious body with all that
thick curling hair across it came into view.
	Something moved from inside, going from his crotch up to his stomach.
I could see the movement, but nothing more.  His hand? His arm?  A move-
ment made in sleep?  Or, was he awake and examining the state of the tent
before leaving to go camping the next day?
	I didn't know, but I had to find out.
	Two more steps, and I could see almost everything.
	On his back with his legs spread, he was in exactly the same position
he'd been in the night before on the bed in the room inside the house that
was normally mine.  Only this time, his cock was standing at a forty-five de-
gree angle across one hip.
	"Uncle Russ?"  I asked quietly having already decided to use wanting
to see if he needed anthing as an excuse for my being out there.
	No response.
	Emboldened, I asked louder.  "Uncle Russ?"
	Still, no answer.
	I was standing to the side of the opeing to the tent now and leaned in-
side for a better view.  Yes, he was lying just like the night before even down
to the hairy forearm thrown across his eyes.
	To this day, there is nothing sexier to me than a naked hairy man lying
on his back with his legs wide open...and it all began that night with my Uncle
Russ stretched out long and lean with moonlight making the wonderful riot of
thick curly hair across his tall muscular body shine copper, black, and silver.
	I got down on my hands and knees as I had the previous night...only,
this time, right between his big wide spread feet.
	Immediately, he sighed and kind of kicked one leg outward and then the
other to spread them both even further apart.
	I crawled halfway in whispering, "Uncle Russ, you awake?"
	Still, no answer.
	I would've jumped ten feet up into the air in surprise if he had spoken
or moved.  I was as tense as a tightly stretched piano wire, but also as ex-
cited a downed live powerline thrashing about and throwing sparks as it con-
nected with pavement.
	I gently moved further until the crisp hair of his thighs brushed my fore-
arms.  "Uncle Russ..."
	Again, nothing.
	My prick was so hard, it felt like it would break in half with the slightest
pressure.  Yet, buried in the fluffy sleeping bag and large towel spread under-
neath him, I found I was mindlessly grinding it into the soft enveloping terry
cloth.  Tingling at the base of my balls up through the five inch chubby length
of my shaft to the slightly hooded sensitive head left me perched on the very
edge of cumming in the torrent of fear and excitement rushing through me.
	Rather than touch him this time, I leaned my head closer to that swaying
hard cock and big heavy balls to blow hot breath across them.  His cock jerked
straight up and then bobbed back to it's original forty-five degree angle above
his crotch, his balls rolling athletically inside their long loose hairy sack.
	I leaned further forward, grazing my nose into the thick hair coating his
balls and tangling into that of his thighs.  The heavy smell of him assaulted my
nose...rich, dark, woodsy, and all male.  He smelled of fresh wood, musk, and
sweat along with the combination of heavy cock-meat and balls crowded
together inside his pants all through the day.  The mixture was musty, meaty,
and starkly masculine.
	I put my hands outside his legs and raised my chest up while sliding
further inside the tent.  His thighs now pressed into my sides, the feeling of
being held snuggly between his hairy legs was as intoxicating as anything
else.  I wanted to stay right there, nestled inside those long lithe carpeted
legs, but I couldn't reach his cock with my mouth without pulling it toward me
and possibly waking the big sleeping man
	I rose up on my knees, moving them wide so the head of my raging
prick brushed the towel spread out over Uncle Russ' sleeping bag.  The
change in position moved my face right over his tall thick trouser steak with-
out re-positioning my arms.
	My heartbeat boomed in my ears, shutting out every other noise of the
night including any sound of my big uncle's breathing.  I looked up the shaggy
pelt of hair furring his stomach and chest to the strong lines of his bearded
jaw.  The light of the moon turned his beard from red to a soft brown and my
eyes moved past it to look where a hairy forearm draped over his eyes.
	Had there been a glint of bright moonlight reflecting back from nearly
black irises?  Or, had it been merely the light glancing off the short black
lashes of my big uncle's sleeping eyelids?
	If his eyes had been opened to slits moments before, they were now
closed as nothing now reflected back.
	I knelt there on all fours, petrified at the thought he might have been
watching me the whole time.
	I could crawl back out...but, if he'd already seen me, there was no hi-
ding what my intention had been in stealing into his tent.  Saying I was there
to see if he needed anything would be ridiculous now, and I knew it.  And if
Uncle Russ was awake, it looked as if he wanted to keep that secret.
	The bottom line, I decided, was that the damage was already done
and I'd passed the point of no return whether he was or wasn't truly asleep.
	My eyes began a slow path back downward just as something big,
thick, and meaty swung up to smack me just at the side of my mouth.  My lips
dropped open in surprise only to have the broad robust solid head of Uncle
Russ' cock jerk just inside my mouth.
	At the same time, his right leg drew up and then slid between mine.
The wealth of thick curling hair on his calf tangled around my throbbing taut
prick as it pulled and caressed its way down my shaft and across my hairless
balls.
	It felt as if a cattle prod was suddenly shoved up against the base of
my balls as jolts of electricity fired through me.  My previously strained con-
trol snapped and cum exploded from the head of my prick.
	Unconciously, I humped my spewing shaft into the thick coarse curls
foresting his calf and the rushing cum poured up from my balls.
	My mouth still hung open in surprise, and my breath beat down on the
thick fat head of Uncle Russ's huge cock while it jerked repeatedly against
my parted lips.
	As the shock of the damn inside my balls suddenly breaking and the
intensity of the first throes of orgasm eased somewhat, I clamped my lips
down on that thick juicy head and began to suck, nuzzle, and nurse the mas-
sive knob almost desperately.
	My brain tumbled inside my head and recklessly lost touch with keep-
ing Uncle Russ asleep...if he truly was...as my young naive prick routed and
battered his leg with exuberant fourteen year old cum.
	I began to hear myself quietly humming and moaning on the big fat
cockhead filling my mouth as my cum began to lessen in both urgency and
volume.
	The intent to avoid waking my big sleeping uncle returned, but not
the control to keep from sucking his thick adult meat like I'd waited all my life
for it.
	I wanted to grip his cock...to hold it...to feel its long, nearly ten inch
length and incredibly thick girth inside my hand.  I wanted to feel the strength
in it...the thick smooth skin of its surface and the forged steel sheathed un-
derneath.
	I was scared that would tip things over the edge, though, and shifted
my weight onto my left arm.  Pulling my right arm back and underneath me, I
moved my knuckles up to Uncle Russ' big heavy balls.
	Hair, a thick pelt of it, met the back of my hand first.  I sucked harder
on the fat knobby meat in my mouth, still only the wide massive head inside
my lips, as a deeper warmth spread through me.
	Pressing past the dense damp curls, I grazed the thin sagging sack
and then lowered to the plum-sized orbs held loosely inside.
	More heat flowed through me as they rolled, pulled upward, and des-
cended back down...my knuckles petting, stroking, and worshipping the part
of my uncle's physique that fed testosterone into his body and cum up
through his giant cock.
	I was sucking another guy's dick.
	The unwanted realization hit me...I was sucking another guy's meat.
	No....
	No, I was sucking a MAN'S cock!  The cock of a man twenty-six years
older than me.  And, not just the cock of any man more than twenty years ol-
der, but the huge cock of a man that much older who was also the husband of
my mother's sister...the long fat cock of my own uncle.
	I didn't want this realization, this reality.  I didn't want to think about what
it said about me and tried to shove the awareness away.
	I found that shoving the reality of it all way, also shoved part of the fiery
excitement of it away as well.
	I felt forced by my own body to face that it turned me on incredibly to
suck the huge thick cock of my own uncle.  It drove me nuts that it was my
own big strapping masculine uncle's cock AND that he was so much older
than me.
	6'3"
	Muscular.
	Ruggedly handsome.
	Stern.
	Bearded.
	Dense wiry curling hair over most of his body.
	Almost thirty years older.
	Massive thick cock, huge hairy balls.
	My mind was reeling.
	I thrust my face downward hungrily.
	Four inches of beer bottle thick cock stretched my jaw and filled my
mouth.  Six more hard thick meaty inches remained outside.
	I stopped thinking.
	I sank down onto my left elbow and moved that hand through the dense
curls of Uncle Russ' hip to wrap around as much of the thick base of his big
cock as my thumb and fingers would allow.
	I was drunk...drunk on his massive fat meat in my mouth...drunk on the
big heavy balls rolling tumultuously against my right hand...drunk on the thick
steely shaft and heavy sheath of skin covering it with my left hand clutching
its wide base.
	I pulled off and dove back down as Uncle Russ' body jerked slightly
underneath me.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the hand at the end of the
forearm draped over his eyes clench into a fist as what I now knew to be pre-
cum lurched from the head of his fat cock and poured into my mouth.
	"Uhhhhm uhhhhm uhhhhm..."  I began mumbling moaning and groan-
ing repeatedly in rapid succession on his thick hard meat as I swallowed the
tasty flow and sucked more excitedly.
	The hand on the base of his cock tightened and thrilled in the deep
throbbing of the thick steely shaft and the wild jerking that ensued.
	I clamped my lips down on Uncle Russ' hard fat girth and slithered my
tongue adoringly over the underside, lapping at the thick impressive piss/
cum tube running the full ten inch length of that horse-meat cock.
	Another spate of precum shot into and filled my mouth.  At the edges
of my peripheral vision, I caught the heaving of Uncle Russ' chest...the sweat
beading the mat of hair covering it...and, the pool of sweat collecting bet-
ween his hairy pecs and running down the center line of his stomach.
	I could smell him.  Male sweat...adult male sweat.  Tart, rich, and dark...
it filled the tent.  The scent of hairy adult male armpits, adult male balls, and
adult male cock filled my lungs and slid across my skin.  In the midst of the
driving sexual need and urgency racing through me, the thought slipped
through that I never wanted to shower...that I wanted to carry that scent on me
for the rest of my life.  It meant sex to me.  It meant big, hot, hairy, rugged,
muscular man to me.  It meant Uncle Russ.
	I sucked, lapped, suctioned, and chowed down furiously on Uncle Russ'
incredible cock...demanding more and more of that amazing flow that filled
my mouth and sank down my throat.  My hand grasped the thick base of his
monster-cock in an iron grip as if squeezing it harder would force more pre-
cum into my waiting mouth.
	Uncle Russ' chest and stomach curved up, and his lips parted as he
sucked a sharp inhale inside.
	The thick base of his cock shoved my hand open, the wide meaty shaft
inside my mouth shoved my lips further apart, the massive head swelled and
filled the back of my throat.
	Cum blasted inside.  A huge pounding thrust of it pummeled the back
of my throat, pushing up into my nose and spewing from the corners of my
mouth to rain down the massive flexing shaft and over my hand.
	I swallowed what I could, only to be nearly drowned by the next blast.
	I didn't care.  I felt like I was flying at the speed of light through the night-
time clouds.  Happiness blurred together with sexual fire as I gulped down
Uncle Russ' powerful load.  The feel of his fat cock spewing inside my clut-
ching lips and the thick salty and sweet taste of his cum flooding my mouth
as it erupted across my tongue left my heart and mind feeling as if they were
both exploding along with Uncle Russ' massive cock force-feeding me his
extraordinary load.  Six...seven...eight...nine blasts of cum exploded into my
mouth and filled my stomach as I swallowed his thick load like a hungry
young animal.
	When the force of his spewing load finally began to lessen, I began
sucking anew rather than just taking and swallowing his heavy gobs of adult
cum.  I sucked for more, for every drop.  I teased and coaxed with my tongue,
and pumped the base of his cock with my hand to milk more of his hot tasty
seed into my mouth and stomach.
	I realized what I was doing.  I was attacking his huge fat cock without
care for waking him up.  I froze.
	Eyes wide with terror at how far I'd gone, I crawled backward quickly
and tried to free a part of the towel under him to wipe his and my cum off his
body.  There was so much of it!
	I couldn't get the edges of the towel to reach where his cum was dren-
chinging the nearly ten inches of still throbbing cock standing strong and rigid
straight into the air above him...nor the whitewash of it glistening in the thick
fur of his crotch and heavy balls.  His calf was also still thick with my earlier
load, and the position of his legs and the bunching of the towel left me unable
to do anything about that either.
	I pulled out of the tent hurriedly and stumbled up onto shaky legs.  Uncle
Russ' cum fell from my chin to drop wetly down onto my own still raging hard-
on.  I brought a hand up to my jaw and wiped the excess of uncle-cum coating
my face.
	I pulled that hand away...stood staring into the thick pearly fluid filling
my hand...put it to my mouth...tasted his sweet load yet again...felt my legs
go weak...and, only barely registered dropping to my knees to lap at the cum
cupped in my palm.
	My young prick was aching, it was so hard it hurt, and the taste and feel
of Uncle Russ' load entering my mouth and flowing down my throat sent my
own load racing up my shaft.
	I forced myself up and staggered around the corner of the house, know-
ing what I was going to be unable to keep myself from doing.
	I made it a few feet from the bush beside the door when I had to turn
and brace myself with my hands against the side of the house.
	"Ohhh.hh..hh...hh...hhh gawww..ww..ww...wwwd...."  My knees threat-
ened to give way again as my body began to quake from head to toe.
	Cum burst from my balls and up my shaft in a hurricane of force and
pent up release.
	Feet spread wide behind me, I leaned forward against the wall with
my hands braced wide above my head.  My head dropped between my
shoulders toward the ground as my vision blurred with the intensity of the first
blast of fourteen year old cum about to thrust violently through me.
	I panted, groaned, and cried out softly...trying to stay quiet, but unable.
	Mouth slack and eyes wide, I turned my head to ensure I'd made it
through all that happened inside the tent and the staggering orgasm now rip-
ping through me without waking up Uncle Russ.
	I strained my eyes at the corner of the house as cum spewed from
my dick.  Was there a dark bearded face in the shadows of the grapevines
peering at me from around the corner?  Was it a trick of the light and my
compromised vision that something long hard and thick seemed to be jutting
past the corner with a hand the size of a dinner plate furiously stroking its
burgeoning length?
	I didn't know.  My body was shaking and jarring my view while my eyes
struggled to focus through the gut-wrenching release I was riding out there
braced against the wall.
	I grunted and strained as the next blast of cum burst from my young
dick feeling as if the cum was being somehow yanked from every part of my
body.
	Next, my teeth slammed together and a growl I'd never heard from my-
self roared up my throat and blast after blast of fourteen year old cum hurled
from the head of my dick into the grass below me in audible splashes.
	Gasping, I slowly fell to my knees...all my strength being drained as my
prick blew a load twice the size of what my teenage balls had ever delivered
before.
	My hands slid down to press against the wall at my shoulders and my
face sagged against the house.  My face remained turned toward the corner
of the house and the dark flurry of grapevines growing there.
	Was that a face looking toward me?  Was that a huge hand flying back
and forth across an even huger cock?
	I blinked and found nothing...no face, no cock, no hand...nothing.
	I closed my eyes and let the rest of my cum pour from my prick down
to a slow drool.
	Breath still coming fast and short, I hauled myself back onto my feet
using the side of the house for support.  Holding on, I moved on stiff shaky
legs toward my almost forgotten briefs laying at the foot of the grapevine ar-
bor.
	I looked toward the tent.  Uncle Russ' big feet and hairy calves were
in much the same postion as when I'd left.
	Had I imagined it all, subconsciously 'wanted' him to have been watch-
ing me as I'd cum?
	I would probably never know the answer, and didn't know that it even
mattered.
	Maybe it did, though.  Maybe I did want him to be excited by me in at
least somewhat the same way I was by him.
	Standing there thoughtfully, I decided it did.  It did matter.
	I thought about him...his quiet, stern, commanding personality; his tall
imposing stature; his stong ruggedly handsome face with its sharp copper
beard, his rugged and muscled physique along with all the thick luxurious hair
coating almost every inch of him, his huge balls, and his massive thick cock.
	I realized I felt the way I did when I first got a crush on a girl in kinde-
garten...flies buzzing in my stomach with a dizzing sensation in my heart and
head.
	I had a crush on my own uncle, and......
	And....I harbored a small flicker of hope my feelings might in some tiny
way be returned.
	Yes, it did matter if he'd been standing here watching me and getting
off on seeing me cum.  It mattered very much.
	I snuck into the house and moved silently to my temporary room, soak-
ing my briefs in my and Uncle Russ' cum as I worked to clean myself off.  I
crawled into bed and pulled the sheet and blanket tightly around me, imagin-
ing what it would be like to sleep in his arms with his body against mine.
	The next morning, Uncle Russ treated me no differently than before.
	He and Aunt Ginny said their goodbye's and left mid morning.
	Afterward, I wandered over to the side of the house where he'd set
up the tent...where everything had happened.
	I walked over to the corner of the house beside the grapevine arbor
and stared listlessly across the backyard, re-living the night before.
	As I began to drop my eyes to the ground, suddenly feeling lonely and
cheated, they fell on thick streams and gobs of white stuff drying and turning
clear in the morning sun upon the twisted vines in front of me.

                                                                *

	It had been two years, and we were now ten minutes from landing.  I was
ten minutes away from seeing Uncle Russ for the first time since that week-
end he and Aunt Ginny had come to visit.


(To be continued.)


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