Date: Tue, 4 Dec 2012 22:09:43 -0800 (PST)
From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads Chapter 14:  Louisiana Uncle Russ Pt.3

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Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 14

Louisiana Uncle Russ Pt. 3


		"Time t' get up, sleepy-head..."
	The words were repeated as I rose up from the depths of slumber.
	I rolled over, not completely awake.  I hadn't moved since Uncle Russ
left my room the night before, nor pulled up the sheets.  Turning sleepily onto
my back, I was laid entirely bare before my handsome uncle.
	However, I found as I opened my eyes to find his face covered while he
toweled his wet hair, Uncle Russ stood with his long, strong, hairy body com-
pletely bared to me.
	My mind jumped fully awake as my eyes fell to the heavy swinging
fat cock flopping from side to side as he dried his hair.
	In instant later, I jerked my eyes back up as he dropped the towel to
swab it across his naked chest and down to run it around the hefty equipment
hanging low between his hair thighs widened with athletic muscle.
	The damp towel came flying at my face as Uncle Russ exited the room
calling back with, "Breakfast in ten, so ya have that long t' take a shower,
buddy."
	After a hurried shower, I knotted the towel he'd thrown at me earlier
and headed down the hall to find two plates of scrambled eggs, ham, bacon,
and toast on the table.
	The words, "Hey...that my towel?" jerked my head in the direction to
find Uncle Russ looking back over his shoulder at me from the stove.
	There he stood, still nothing on his tall promising body but the thick
coppery wool flecked with silver covering his skin from neck to feet.
	With a devilish glint in his small squinty eyes, he turned and took sev-
eral quick long strides toward me and spun my body around by yanking the
towel from my waist before turning to walk halfway back to the stove.
	He stopped, turned, and threw the towel back at me.
	"Just kiddin'."
	He turned and walked back to whatever he was doing at the stove with
his back to me as he continued, "No reason t' cover up.  You're a goodlookin'
young man, Tommy, damned good lookin.'  Sure as hell don't got nothin' t' be
ashamed of."
	I stared back at my Uncle Russ, entranced by the sight of him naked in
full light for the first time.
	Shaggy reddish gold hair fell down to just a half inch down his neck
before the shaved area burst out with the dense copper and silver coarse
curls that halo'ed over his body down to his sturdy size fourteen bare feet.
I watched as he shifted his weight and his firm sqare masculine ass flexed
left then right.  I took in his wide calves, thighs, back, and shoulders.
	Even without seeing Uncle Russ' strikingly masculine bearded face,
I felt as if I was looking at the most handsome man I'd ever seen and would
ever see.
	I sat down quickly when he turned and strode toward the table before
setting a plate of two slices of french toast along side syrup and butter.
	He dropped himself heavily into the chair beside me before picking
up his cup of coffee, taking a deep swallow, then set the cup down and swung
his chair around until long thick hairy legs spilled out to my side as he slouch-
ed down comfortably in the seat.
	"So...how'd ya sleep?"  He asked gruffly with a slight hint of mischief
in his deep rumbling voice.  He grabbed a piece of bacon and bit off the end
to chew it as he looked at me in a way that seemed somehow cocky and
knowing...yet, also deceptively innocent and simply conversational.
	"Great."
	Hell, why didn't I just say 'fine'?
	"Good."  He turned his face to his plate and reached for his toast with
one hand while the other reached thick strong fingers down to nudge and
flop his heavy cumbersome cock and balls around as if casually drying or
airing them out.  "I thought I'd take you out with me to our work sites, visit your
Aunt Ginny for lunch and give your mom a chance to come home..shower...
and change, then show ya some of the Lake Charles sites before grabbin'
dinner and comin' home.  How's that sound?"
	"Awesome!"  I said a bit too quickly.  But, I really was interested in
what Uncle Russ did for a living.  I knew he had a landscaping company.  But,
what all that meant in what he did every day was something I couldn't begin
to imagine.
	"Well then, finish up n' let's get a move on."  He responded matter of
factly before turning his chair and sliding those long hairy legs as well as
the big bloated looking cock and balls hanging heavy and low in between
them under the table and out of my view as we finished the breakfast he'd
quickly thrown together.
	As we were finishing, "How 'bout you rinse off the dishes n' just leave
'em in the sink and put the butter in the fridge...then, get dressed t' head out?"
	"Sure."  I responded as Uncle Russ pushed his chair back and hauled
his tall hairy-covered muscular physique up until he towered over me as I
stood up as well.
	I followed his broad back and shoulders as well as the rise and fall
of each square wooly and muscled asscheek as he sauntered out of the
dining room and down the hall toward his bedroom.
	Finishing with the dishes and butter, I headed to my room to find a
pair of my jeans cut into shorts about mid thigh...shorter than the knee length
most of my friends and I wore, but not embarrassingly short.  The wife-beater
t-shirt he'd leant me the night before was thrown across them in a clear
statement that was what I should wear.
	I pulled on briefs, socks, the shorts, and wife-beater undershirt only
to find he'd also sliced the outter seam vertically up about three inches.  It
was no big deal, just something I noticed.
	I got up and went to his door as I noticed him in the bathroom comb-
ing his hair.
	Putting the comb down, he turned...flicked off the light...and began
striding toward me.
	Holy crap!
	He was in all white...white tennis shoes with no socks, a ragged white
t-shirt that hugged his rugged frame, and thin white cotton sweat pants that
had been cut into shorts with the outter seam cut just like he'd done to my
jeans.
	The 'holy crap' thought that'd speared my brain, though, was because
I could clearly see the obvious outline and distinct details of Uncle Russ'
heavy bare cock swinging long, thick, and low inside those threadbare
shorts.  Even his big prominent balls made themselves known occasionally
under the thin material as he moved in my direction.
	He stopped just in front of me as my nearly hypnotized eyes slowly
traveled up his strong chest and my face tilted back to look up at his face
from his much smaller height below him.
	"We'll get'cha another pair of jeans t'day or t'morrow.  You'd'a been
miserable in the Louisiana heat if you'd spent the day in long pants.  Ready
t' go?"
	"Yeah."  I answered rather weakly, still running the memory of Uncle
Russ walking toward me with that massive baseball bat meat of his swinging
powerfully under his shorts repeatedly through my mind.
	He plopped a faded ball cap on my head and pulled another onto his
own and then down low over his eyes.  I'd been so focused on his thick flop-
ping meat, I had barely noticed him pick them up before leaving the bathroom.
	I rode beside him in his big three-quarter ton diesel truck as we went
from work site to work site.
	I felt so proud beside the big man as he checked the work being done,
issued orders, and found easy resolutions for problems some of the crews
had encountered.  At each site the foremen and workers treated him with
both great respect and comradery...as well as cast glances at the obvious
display of heavy tools swinging thickly under his soft shorts.
	At noon, we went to visit Aunt Ginny and give Mom a break to run
home, shower, and change.  While were there, I heard Aunt Ginny whisper,
"You out of underwear, hon'?" and the response, "Yeah, but I don't wanna try
that whole washin' clothes thing again n' have 'em all turn out gray or pink or
somethin' even worse."
	Mom was only gone about an hour before she came back freshly
showered and changed with lunch from a restaurant across the street.
	Uncle Russ and I headed back out, picked up drive-thru sandwiches,
and headed back out to visit the rest of his work sites.
	When we got back in the truck, though, the action of climbing in caused
his thick cock and big balls to slide all the way into the left leg of his shorts.
When he'd settled into his seat and leaned out to pull the door closed, the
material of the left leg of his shorts rolled up.  The action left about four in-
ches of fat impressive cock hanging out of the leg of those shorts to where
the broad bullet-shaped head grazed the seat below from its path of arching
over his plum-sized balls and then downward toward the floor.
	Uncle Russ seemed unaware his fat meat was out on display.  How
could he not know, though?!  Still, he seemed completely and honestly ob-
livious the exposed state of his beautiful masculine cock.
	When we pulled up to the drive-thru window to pay and get the food,
I was able to stare in rapt amazement while his attention was directed out
the window.
	Two more inches of fat cock had slid free along with both balls now
rolled out heavily onto the driver's seat.
	As he leaned out to take his change and the first two bags, even more
of Uncle Russ' thick solid male equipment slid free and bunched the leg of
his shorts further toward his crotch.
	Handing them to me, he turned and reached back out for the bag of
drinks.  The movement bunched the left leg of Uncle Russ' shorts almost all
the way to the base of his big thick cock and left his entire fat horse-meat
and hairy bull-balls exposed to the open air and my appreciative hungry
stares.
	Facing forward he put the big loud truck in gear and pulled away be-
ginning to explain the next place we were going was one where they hadn't
yet begun work.
	It was a small hotel resort on the freeway going out of town.  All the
rennovations had been done, and only the landscaping was needed for the
new owners to open for business.  As such, we'd be the only ones there and
able to eat lunch outside by the pool without anyone else around.
	The city ended and we drove by miles of trees before coming to the
resort blocked off by a chain link fence.
	Uncle Russ pulled up and we got out to go inside.
	As we both rounded the front of the truck, I saw the leg of Uncle Russ'
shorts had slipped back down a bit...but, still left half his formidable fat cock
and most of his big low balls out in the open.
	He produced a key, unlocked the padlock, let us in, and then re-locked
the padlock to secure the gate closed again.
	The "resort" seemed to be  four rows of rooms set in a large square
shape with two breezeways on each side where the outside rows adjoined
the middle ones.
	Uncle Russ lead me down one and into an large interior courtyard
with a sparkling blue pool and a closed bar and grill at the far end, the left
leg of his shorts slipping further down as he walked.
	We walked over to one of a number of umbrella'ed patio tables and
sat down to eat while Uncle Russ explained what he had planned for each
area of the entrance and courtyard.
	Through all his detailed explanations, I kept using looking at my sand-
wich to look past it and through the scrollwork of the table top to where my
much older, taller, stronger, and hairier uncle's fat cock and big balls peeked
out from the hem of his sweat shorts.
	Finished, we got up to leave.  Uncle Russ gathered the bags and
walked to a trash bin behind us toward the closed bar and grill.  As he walk-
ed back with his  eyes toward the ground as if thinking something through, I
was once again able to openly admire every hot rugged trait of his hand-
some physique.
	Jostling heavily between his strong wide hairy thighs, Uncle Russ'
thick cumbersome cock and balls strained and bulged through the thin
cotton to show every curve, relaxed fold of skin, ridge, and fat length of
his prominent cock while his big balls threatened to roll the leg of his
shorts up with every step forward of his left leg.  As that leg drew back and
the right stepped forward, that whole massive package of heavy-duty adult
male meat bounced and flung itself athletically against the leg of his shorts.
	The overall effect was one even more exciting and outrageously porn-
ographic than even seeing Uncle Russ' colossal mature meat fully bared.
	More job sites and envious appreciative glancces from workers and
foremen alike ensued as if it were a shock to find the man they worked
with every day had been so impressively blessed in the cock and balls
department.
	Twice, he sat down on a pallet of bricks and a stack of lumber an-
other while he talked with a foremen standing beside him...both of them
viewing blueprints and looking at the jobsite.
	From my vantage point further away and in front of the two each time,
that left leg of his shorts sagged and gaped widely to give me an almost full
view of Uncle Russ' long fat cock laying like a resting beast over big hairy
balls somewhere between the size of meaty plums or lemons.
	I stared.
	I got caught repeatedly.
	I felt embarrassed each time my peripheral vision noted my hand-
some hairy muscular uncle's eyes move to and linger on my face.  Yet, I
found myself unable to pull my eyes from the shockingly erotic sight of his
thick adult equipment almost completely exposed with his heavy meat drag-
ging the leg of those thin shorts wide open.
	The Louisiana heat and humidity only added to intense masculinity
that hung about Uncle Russ in a way that made it clear he was head and
shoulders above most men.
	Sweat dampened his skin and made the light play on his muscles as
he moved and worked leaving the strength in them all the more intimidating
and impressive.  His hair became shaggy spikes over his forehead, around
his ears, and at his neck.  Wide sweat-wet stains spread across his back,
the center of his wide chest, and under his powerful arms.
	The dense pelt of wiry curls coating his arms and legs became wet
and clung to his tanned skin.
	The thick heavy cock and balls fully exposed and dragging the leg of
his shorts down between his strong thighs glistened...sweaty...damp...wet.  I
stared in fascination at tiny droplets of sweat hanging in the dense tangle of
curly hair thatching those big balls and another larger single drop forming
at the beautiful thick broad cock head that looked like precum slowly oozing
from deep meaty slit bisecting the wide expanse of bulky dark pink flesh.
	I felt that now familiar tingle at the base of my prick that had been
painfully hard constantaly since the morning.  I had to turn away and think
of getting caught jacking off by mother to stop the cum threatening to race
up my rigid teenage shaft and blast into my briefs.
	Soon, we headed back to Leonard's Food Quarters again with me about
to explode from the sexual tension straining every muscle in my body and
every thought in my head.
	Walking into the friendly and cozy eatery, appreciative glances from
both men and women took in his handsome bearded face...tall strong atheletic
physique, and oversized cock and balls flopping heavily inside his thin white
shorts.
	Just as we got ready to sit at a table, Uncle Russ announced with an-
noyance he'd forgotten his wallet in the truck while he turned and half-
walked half-jogged back out and returned in the same hurried stride.
	Under those extremely revealing shorts, his crotch looked as if it held
three forest animals in an energetic game of chase.  Appreciative glances
turned to stares from eyes heated with hunger from, not only the women in
the restaurant, but from a good number of the men as well.
	I wondered mostly about the men in the room.  Did they look at Uncle
Russ with the same thoughts going through my own head?  Where they imag-
ining uncovering the wealth of fat cock and big balls under those shorts?
	Were their minds racing with thoughts of hefting all that heavy meat
in their hands and feeling the thick girth and fleshy weight filling their grasp?
	Were they going further and fantasizing about that fat weighty cock
forcing their mouths open and lips wide as it pressed inside?
	Or, even further...could they be pondering that huge cock shoving
their own adult assholes aside and plunging into the depths of their bodies?
	The stares contined even after he sat down at the table and through-
out the meal.  It seemed as if very few people left while we ate, lingering in-
stead over drawn out cups of coffee until we rose and stares locked on
Uncle Russ' meat-packed shorts followed us to the door.
	Not once during the whole day, though, did Uncle Russ seem to no-
tice the affect of his body on others...except for him catching my eyes study-
ing his wonderful body intently at every turn, that is.
	Back at the house, I followed him inside.  Closed up all day, the house
was even hotter and more humid than it was outside.  Over his shoulder,
Uncle Russ asked me to lock the door.
	Turning from doing that, I found him facing the other direction drop-
ping his wallet and cell phone on the kitchen counter.  Swiping his ball cap
off and dropping it beside them, he skinned his tight t-shirt from his strong
torso as his muscular back and shoulders became bared along with the cop-
per and silver fleece coating it all.
	Slapping his cap back onto his head, he reached for his cell phone
after the first ring.
	Turning with a look that was part slightly annoyed and part apologe-
tic, he offered, "Sorry, buster, this may take a while."
	"Sheila, what can I do for you?"  He spoke into the phone with an en-
ergy and friendliness not at all matching the scowl on his face.
	Uncle Russ walked to the far end of the kitchen and turned to face me
as he leaned back against the stove and listened to the woman on the other
end of the conversation.
	The discussion seemed to be all about her wanting some kind of trees
in her landscaping Uncle Russ did his best to steer her away from and to a
type better suited for the weather environment.
	He folded his arms over his chest after settling the small phone bet-
ween one muscle-rounded shoulder and his ear.  Legs braced wide and
eyes on the floor as he talked, I found myself once again able to freely ad-
mire my tall uncle's strong hairy physique.
	I loved his bare feet shoved into those big beat-up tennis shoes, and
the thick hairy legs rising above them.  His overpacked crotch thrilled every
pathway in my mind and body as I took in the clearly defined long fat length
of the powerful cock thrusting outward from underneath in the same way as
his balls made his shorts look as if they hadn't been designed to contain that
much male meat.
	Biceps, triceps, shoulders, and pecs stood out strong and impres-
sive as he talked on the phone with his shaggy hair falling over his forehead
and the big man's beard tangled with the hair on his chest because of the
downward tilt of his handsome face.
	Other than Uncle Russ' huge meaty cock and balls, two things
mystified and entranced me above everything else.
	One was his rounded stomach, the first hint of a beer gut.  He never
attempted to suck it in...to hide it.  It was if it never occurred to him to think
or worry about his body.  At my age while I worried about how I looked all
the time.  The easy and almost cocky confidence about Uncle Russ not car-
ing about that little extra weight at his midsection filled me with both admir-
ation and envy.  To have such a great body in all other areas, that slightly
rounded 'teddybear' tummy made him stand out among other men and left
me wanting to touch his body every time he was near.
	The other thing that aroused a deep reaction and desire that I didn't
understand was the way his watch sat around his thick wrist amost buried in
the thick curling hair that exploded over it from each side.  For some reason,
the sight of that watch on his arm seemed incredibly masculine, rugged, and
fascinating.  It set off the thick hair and strong rippling muscle of that arm.
On other guys, both young and old, it was just a useful piece of common
jewelry.  On Uncle Russ, it seemed more like a sublte banner of prowling...
almost neanderthal...raw, virile, and bold masculinity.
	"So, we're good t' go?"  Uncle Russ' voice pulled me out of my silent
contemplation of his tall, hot, and sexy form as I looked up quickly to find
him grinning at me with amusement.  I hoped that amusement was over get-
ting this 'Sheila' to agree with him, and not over catching me taking in his
long hairy muscular physique like the work of art it truly was.
	"All Mountain Laurels and no Crepe Myrtles?"
	He paused before speaking again as the woman responded.
	"Great, that's my girl, and it's a wise decision.  Well alright, Sheila,
I'll leave the order as is and start puttin' 'em in the ground as soon as they
arrive."
	Eyes twinkling with roguish self-satisfaction stayed locked on mine
as he ended the conversation.
	"Perfect, darlin,' I'll talk to ya soon."
	With that, Uncle Russ uncrossed his arms and reached to snap his
phone closed while pushing his strong hairy body up to its full towering
height and forward away from the stove where he'd been leaning back
during the call.
	"Women...always changin' their minds.  I like it sometimes, though."
He set his phone down and opened a cabinet to pull out a bottle of bourbon
along with a short glass.  "Sometimes they come up with good ideas that
wouldn't have occurred to me."
	He filled the glass halfway.
	"Well, I'm ready t' relax n' get off my feet...but, not ready for sleep yet.
How's watchin' a movie sound, buster?"
	"Sounds good."  I answered with nervous excitement tugging at the in-
side of my stomach as I watched his hairy muscular torso curve up and back
and Uncle Russ move the glass to lips hidden inside his bushy copper mus-
tache and beard.
	Eyes dropping closed while the liquor slid down his long muscled
throat, Uncle Russ offered, "Well, grab somethin' t' drink n' let's see what
we got."
	I moved past him to the fridge and pulled out a can of soda without
paying any attention whatsoever as to what flavor I'd chosen.
	He took another drink from his glass and then refilled it before put-
ting the bottle back in the cabinet and leading the way out of the kitchen.
	He turned down the hallway, though, instead of heading into the living
room.
	Uncle Russ passed the air conditioner thermostat and turned into the
room he shared with Aunt Ginny.  I followed him in with my mind becoming
fuzzy with the idea of watching a movie with him in his bed.
	He stopped and moved a sliding light switch up until a soft golden
glow filled the room.
	"Okay, let's see what we've got."  He moved to a big entertainment
center housing a forty-two inch tv along with a lot of other electronics and
dvd's.
	He grabbed a stack and started going through them.  We settled on
one he'd seen before, but I hadn't.  Actually, I couldn't have cared less about
what movie we watched.
	He turned everything on and inserted the dvd.
	"Damn, it's hot."  He mumbled and reached for a switch beside the
sliding dimmer he'd used before to flick the ceiling fan above the bed to life.
	"Might as well get comfortable, Tommy..."  He moved to a window
on the wall to the side of the big bed and opened it before turning.
	"Louisian heat...it's gonna be a while before the night cools down."
	I'd been about to wonder about why the air conditioner was off tonight
while it'd been on the night before when I felt the breath leave my chest and
my vision became a spotlight tunnel focused on Uncle Russ kicking off his
tennis shoes and shoving his shorts down his long strong hairy legs.
	I felt paralyzed and numb.  The cedar scent of sweaty hair and skin
that had followed him all day long now mixed with one deeper and richer and
musky with a proud macho declaration of oversized stud cock and hairy balls
more suited for an adult bull than an adult man.
	"Shuck your clothes, chief...ain't gonna get cooled down stayin' dres-
sed.
	I stayed rooted in place as he reached down for his shorts, "Damn, I'm
still wet all over..."  He then balled them up and ran them all over his tall
hairy body before tossing them overhand like a softball into a corner of the
bedroom.
	He sauntered over to the bed as if being naked in front of me was as
natural an occurrence as breathing and then plopped himself on his back
almost right in the middle on top of the bedspread.
	Putting his hands behind his head, he slowly turned his handsome
bearded face in my direction and looked at me through half-closed eyes and
lifted an eyebrow.
	"Gonna miss the beginnin' if y' don't get them clothes off n' get in here
next t' me.  And, flick off the light before y' jump into bed."
	His eyes held mine.  His voice had changed.  It was deeper and more
throaty.  His words felt slow, relaxed, and yet gently commanding.
	I didn't have to keep my eyes from straying down his long hairy form.
They were locked on the warm, playful, and yet serious expression on Uncle
Russ' striking bearded face.
	On autopilot with need to respond quickly, I pulled off my shoes and
socks without moving from where I stood.  The damp undershit came next.
Opening and pulling my jean shorts down along with my briefs, I blushed with
embarrassment at the fact my prick was rock hard and jabbing the air in front
of me.
	Thinking only to minimize the exposure of my obvious excitement, I
flicked off the ceiling light...then, dove onto the bed and up next to Uncle
Russ.
	Not being able to watch the movie on my stomach, I lay myself down
on my back and tried to pretend I hadn't noticed my flagpole prick...that it
didn't even exist.
	I felt Uncle Russ shift and a large furry arm slip behind my neck until
a big warm hand slid down to clasp my elbow while pulling me more firmly
against him.
	Even thoroughly embarrassed, my prick refused to lose any of its rigid
hardness with the feel of the thick bristling hair on Uncle Russ' body pressing
its coarse texture into my soft smooth skin.
	"You picked a good one, Tommy.  You'll like it."  The credits were past
and the movie began.
	I lay there next to him taking in the woodsy smell of his tall muscular
body, the humid heat of the room, the breeze from the fan swirling across my
body, and the wet feel where the damp wiry fur of his body pressed into the
bare skin of my own.
	Time passed...five or ten minutes.  I watched, but paid no attention to
the movie.  I chuckled when Uncle Russ did, though I had no idea what was
funny.
	With my head propped back against his strong hairy arm, the full length
of his hot body spilled across the bed for my eyes to stroke and explore.
	There was movement at the super-thick base of his already wide meaty
cock.  Barely noticeable, I caught the big slab of meat swelling and then set-
tling back as I stared.
	As more time passed, I began to see the length of him rising up past
the base.  Curving upward and lifting from it's cradle between those big hairy
balls, that fat cock rose slowly higher with intermittent flexing causing its thick
girth to swell even thicker.
	The air got wetter and thicker as a moderate rain began strumming on
the roof and dripping through the trees outside the bedroom window.  Com-
bined with the warm feeling of being snuggled tightly against Uncle Russ'
strong hairy body, the cozy atmosphere of it all left me beginning to drift off
to sleep.
	While my eyelids opened and closed in my struggle to stay awake, I
watched Uncle Russ' huge thick cock make its way to standing hard, proud,
colossal, and perpendicular to his long hairy body.
	Something bumped my own rigid prick still standing with tireless teen
arousal even through my sleepy state at the same time as the back of my
groggy mind registered a slight shift in Uncle Russ' body.  I had no idea how
long my eyes had stayed closed as knuckles lightly grazed back and forth
across my young hairless balls causing my legs spread open instinctively as
if asking for more.
	"So, how was last night?"  Uncle Russ' deep rumbling voice was soft
and quiet.
	The soft touch skimming over my balls and sleepy detachment inside
my head left me merely smiling with closed eyes at the same time as some-
thing inside me seemed to warn that I should feel fear and nervousness at the
question posed by my uncle.
	"I know you were awake," his deep bass voice continued softly.  "you
couldn't have slept through that."
	The smile slipped from my face as the nagging hint of anxiousness
that had been so far off a moment before now crept fully into my mind and
stomach.
	"Two years ago, I watched you watchin' me...saw you hidin' behind the
door when I came outta the shower."  The knuckles grazing my balls became
a calloused hand sliding up and down the inside of my thigh as my mind
spiralled upward from sleep to fully awake and aware.
	"When you took off and pretended t' come home.  I called ya back for
a kind of selfish experiment.  Man,"  Uncle Russ' beard brushed the side of my
face back and forth affectionately, "havin' such a fine lookin' young man
nearly thirty years younger starin' at me with eyes so hungry I thought they
might jus' pop right outta your head sure did get me goin,' son."
	"Didn't think anything would come of it till that night when the door
slowly openin' woke me.  You sneakin' in n' touchin' me, then...fuck...tastin'
my precum...  Man, I almost came jus' from that."
	"That next night, I pitched the tent to see if you might show up...ho-
ped you would show up.  I wasn't prepared for what happened when you did,
though.  Last night, I waited again.  When you came into my room and then
left....well, what I did to ya afterward......."
	He sighed deeply, "...it was somethin' I jus' couldn't help."
	"I couldn't help it any more than I can help it now.  The way you looked
at me all day t'day...."  Rough thick fingers began stroking the sensitive patch
of skin between my young balls and my tender teen ass.
	Those wild fingers slipped lower as my thighs opened further.  A jolt
slid through me when Uncle Russ' beard brushed across my ear and a warm
wide tongue slipped out to move sensuously along the curves of it.
	Strong abrasive fingers strummed across my asshole leaving both my
young fifteen year old hole and the rest of my body quivering in an instant
fiery reaction.
	The arm behind my head slid free at the same time as my submitting
body was slowly rolled onto my stomach.
	I could feel him reaching up past my head.  I could hear the click of
some kind of bottle top being flipped open.
	Wet fingers slid inside the valley where the cheeks of my butt came
together.
	One eased inside me, almost immediately followed by a second.
	I didn't want that.
	I didn't want the rough, sand-papery feel against my young hole still
recovering from the night before.
	Still rather raw and tender, I wanted the smooth flesh of his cock in-
side me instead.
	As if reading my mind, Uncle Russ slid his tall heavy hairy physique
on top of my much smaller, younger, and hairless one.
	I loved the feeling of the big man on top of me, pressing me into the
mattress with his weight...the heat and hair of his body against my skin.  I
felt safe, yet trapped.  I guess it should have seemed confusing, but, it didn't.
It felt right...perfect.
	Warm, strong, rough hands slid down my sides to my hips and moved
them slightly upward until warm air moved across my balls and my prick
pressed into the firm sheet-covered surface below me.
	Damp, hair-bristled thighs pushed mine well apart and tilted my young
ass upward even more.
	Uncle Russ moved his body and I felt the wide spongy head of his big
cock jostle my balls and slide up into the cleft of my butt.
	My breathing came fast in anticipation.  I never wanted anything more
in my life than Uncle Russ' huge fat cock back up inside my ass.
	The head of his hard, lengthy, thick cock found its mark in the small
tight entrance into my body as if guided there in the dark by some unseen
hand.
	I couldn't help the sharp intake of breath my chest pulled in...that gasp
coming as much from mentally knowing what was to come as from the phys-
ical sensation of it.
	I lay there begging silently for Uncle Russ to push that massive meaty
cock up into me while he just held it there, wondering whether or not he knew
how incredibly much I wanted this.
	Hands moved to caress my back and shoulders while his torso raised
up a bit over me.
	I wanted him back down against me, pinning me underneath his strong,
hair-covered, muscular body.
	Again, as if knowing my mind, Uncle Russ eased down again onto
my back at the same time as his fat cock pressed against my fluttering young
teen-age asshole.
	Big hands slid up my arms and pulled them over my head as the pres-
sure at my inflamed hole increased gently.
	My tight young hole opened and closed rapidly over the head of Uncle
Russ' hard massive meat as warmth began spreading through me along with
an easy dull ache.
	He took his time...slowly...quietly...opening my ass up for the huge
horse-cock jutting forward from between his strong hairy legs.
	I no longer felt the bed underneath me.  Every sound in the room fled
my ears and left me in lying there in roaring silence.  The feel of his big
hairy body on mine and that of his coarse beard caressing my cheek ceased to
exist as well.
	The only thing I felt...the only thing that mattered...was Uncle Russ'
massive cock, slowly and cautiously, pressing into my tight asshole and
easing it open for the long, thick, hard, mature manmeat behind the broad
flaring head paving the way.
	Time seemed to stand still and lengthen as if in a dream as the ache
inside me seemed to spread throughout my body from my small young hole,
rapidly beating heart, and tumbling mind.
	After what felt like more than an hour...though, surely, must have been
only five or so minutes....I stiffened and gasped as the crowning ridge at the
base of Uncle Russ' meaty cock head slipped past the pulsing outer ring of
my ass and my hole closed to obsessively grip the thick steely shaft behind.
	"Tommy...."  It seemed as if the word was whispered in Uncle Russ'
deep rumbling voice from miles away as he began slowly guiding that huge,
hard firehose of male flesh into my tight young body.
	My hands grabbed the shelf on the big cabinetted and mirrored head-
board in front of me.  I was on instinct, not thinking or in control of my ac-
tions as I strained my head upward and pulled myself forward away from the
massively long thick cock forcing its way up into me.
	Wide eyes found themselves in the mirror just before moving to the
dark handsome face over my shoulder and pressed into the side of my head.
	Uncle Russ' stark masculine bearded features were fixed intenly on
my  own face and I found myself bathed in the hot brooding look smoldering
behind his small squinting intense eyes.  His slow entry into my quivering
body became halted as his massive cock came in contact with that place in-
side me that seemed to stop him from going further.
	For a moment, he stared into me without moving.
	"Fuck...."  He muttered softly and then thrust forward.  Dull pain shot
through me...somehow bearable only because of the huge cock forcing its
way inside me that pain signified.  My mind, my heart, and my body throbbed
with it as Uncle Russ slid more and more of his red-hot fat horse-cock up in-
to my exploding body until the dense wiry hair of his crotch was jammed
against my flattened asscheeks and Uncle Russ' massive meat was once
again stuffed all the way up inside my wildly palpitating young body.
	I felt like I was cumming.  I don't know whether I did or not, I just know
it felt as if my whole body was constricting around the huge invader shoved
inside...convulsing underneath Uncle Russ' much bigger hairier body as if I
were about to go out of my mind from the feel of that monumental cock over-
stuffing my insides.
	Lying there as his furry muscular form pinned me in place with my
body skewered on his deeply embedded fat cock I wanted to tell him how
much I loved him.  I wanted to babble the words over and over as I stared in-
to his ruggedly handsome face.
	The words ran through my mind over and over and over at racing speed,
yet none made their way from my gasping lips.
	I felt as if every part of me was covered and weighed down by his much
greater strenght and weight.  That huge cock up inside my ass was only
part what was making my head spin.  Uncle Russ' big strong hairy body al-
most enveloping and swallowing up my much smaller one left me feeling as
if no where else in the world could I possibly feel so loved and safe.
	His hips eased backward and two or three inches out of the fat hard
nearly ten that made up the incredible length and girth of Uncle Russ's
tractor-trailer cock tortured my tight over-stretched asshole with all its
rough and rugged textures.
	Uncle Russ moved back inward, sending my asshole into a fluttering
grasping frenzy as the geography of that massive meat rode back over all
the sensitive nerve-endings inside.
	Slowly he pulled back again, just a few inches.
	"Ahhhhh fuck...." Uncle Russ' voice remained a deep bass breathy
whisper, "Tommy......"
	He rocked his hips slowly and smoothly back forward like a train's lo-
comotive moving forward and back in a lazy exercise of its power.
	In and out, those strong hips stroked his humungous girth through my
fifteen year old hole stretched to the breaking point around that massive
shaft of thick hard adult cock.
	Pinned underneath his big hot body, I had little room to move.  Still, my
body squirmed and arched under my muscular uncle's.  I don't know if I made
any sound, I just know I rode Uncle Russ' incredible cock in dazed awe over
the slow erotic feel of that huge textured shaft strumming back and forth a-
cross the quivering entrance into my body.
	I physically understood the effect of the moon on the tides as I lay there
with him rocking that big mule-dick in and out of me.  It was as if Uncle Russ'
body delivered its own gravitational pull and push into the depths of my awe-
struck younger form, dragging everything inside me with him as if he con-
trolled every movement of our joined bodies.
	It wasn't just the slow abbreviated penetration and retreat of that mas-
sive cock across my strained young hole that left me drowning in the sensa-
tion of it all.  It was also a feeling deep within me of the broad powerful head
of his bull-cock stroking the tight sleeve inside me up near my bellybutton.
	It was as if I could feel the thick bulging head and the flaring ridge where
it connected to that wide steely shaft pulling back and then pushing forward,
flaring out and stroking that part of the tunnel of my ass deep inside me like
caressing fingers.  I felt impossible to fathom everything Uncle Russ' strong
rugged body was causing within me as my mind melted inside my head over
it all.
	Uncle Russ rose up above me and pulled my hips back until I was
braced on my hands and knees in front of him.
	My eyes roved over every visible inch of him in the dark room through
the mirror in front of me...handsome beard-lined face, hair falling down to-
ward his eyes, wide bulky shoulders, thick powerful arms, strong mounded
chest, slightly rounded hard stomach, and every part of him coated in all that
thick wonderful curling hair.
	The ultra-masculine sight of him left me momentarily distracted from
the thick throbbing cock buried deeply within my stomach.
	The moment was quickly swept away when Uncle Russ began mov-
ing that incredible mule-dick between his strong furry thighs backward and
slowly out of my strained tight hole.
	My head fell and swept from one shoulder to the other as my body
caught fire from the feel of each devastating inch of that fat monster-cock
stroked, throbbed, and rode against my possessive hole on its long journey
outward.
	By the time the flaring ridge at the base of Uncle Russ' wide cock-
head thrust my hole wider on its exit, I was grinding and groaning like a trap-
ped animal in front of him.
	I couldn't stand it any more.
	I couldn't take it.
	My prick was so hard it hurt!
	My balls were drawn up so tight, the felt as if they were inside rather
than outside my crotch.
	The slow stroking of my outer hole and the deep recesses of my ass
left every muscle, nerve, and inch of flesh on my body ready to explode.
	Uncle Russ pushed back into me.
	The second the broad powerful head and flaring ridge thrust my fe-
vered hole back open, my body began thrashing as cum blasted out from my
inexperienced young prick while my asshole beared down...clutched...and,
pulled at Uncle Russ' massive rough-hewn cock.
	My hands became fists beating the pillow on either side as my head
fell into it with my mouth gasping for air like a desperate fish out of water.
	"Awwwwwww, holy fuck, Tommy...."  Uncle Russ' voice was a quiet
melding of surprise and hot need as he barreled the rest of his huge power-
ful cock up into me.
	"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, GOD!!!"  I heard my own voice as a high-
pitched half-scream, half-whine at the same time as I felt the tears rolling
down my face.
	"Goddamn it!!"  Came from behind me in a growl filled with heat and
clipped with a bite of impatience.  "Gotta see you...."
	The next move was a blur as Uncle Russ somehow flipped me on my
back and shoved my shoulders down into the mattress.  Freed from being
pressed into the bed, my prick slapped up against my stomach as a second
blast of cum jetted up from my balls and hit my chin to run down my neck.
	"....cum!"  He finished the sentence he'd started with an air of hushed
amazement.
	My arms flailed and fought his grip, loosening his hold enough to wrap
them around his neck and pull my distraught face up to press my forehead
desperately into his beard while my legs threw themselves around his waist
and pulled his huge cock even deeper inside me.
	Uncle Russ shoved me away and back down onto the bed as he pulled
his hard fat cock all the way back out of me and stared down to watch another
blast of come shoot up to splatter my chin, neck, and chest.
	Driving back into my pulsing, frantically grasping, inflamed hole and
watching my young prick spewing my load all over my chin, chest, and shoul-
ders..he growled out a groaned, "Awwwwwwwww fuck, Tommy..."
	At the same time, my head arched backward with the overwhelming
orgasm exploding through me and my voice added my own babbling cries
and moans into the dark bedroom.
	Rough muscular hands dug into my shoulders as my big strong hairy
uncle yanked his huge cock from my hole only to drive in in again.
	More cum shot from my prick and spewed across my torso as Uncle
Russ watched and took his powerful thrusts into me into a repetitive mind-
bending stream of huge hard cock barreling in and out of my much younger
and smaller reeling form.
	Even as the last of my cum shot from my rigid prick and hairless balls
and left my upper body drenched in fifteen year old come, I remained in that
heightened state of cumming where every inch of my skin felt like it was on
fire, where my asshole grabbed and released his thick rugged shaft of steel
repeat-edly in wild desperation, where my prick and balls felt as if cum was
still firing up through them both, and where my mind tumbled inside my head
as if my orgasm continued on without loosing any of its intensity.
	My mind alternately soared and plummeted with the nearly ten, al-
most impossibly thick, inches of mature masculine cock plunging in and out
of my body.
	Both, Uncle Russ pulling out and then shoving back in, left me in ut-
ter shock over not only the strength of his deep strokes...but, also in the sheer
size of him.  His mammoth driving meat seemed to go on forever in snaking
in and out of my writhing body.
	The smell of him swirled around me as I careened in and out of my
mind.
	Hairy skin, musky bull-balls and horsecock, working man pits, and
liquor-laced breath filled my lungs.  It was as everything about him was filling
everthing inside me while his big fat cock battered my impassioned hole.
	Fucked for the first time the night before by Uncle Russ and his huge
farm animal cock, my asshole felt raw, tender, and ragged.  Even so, the tight
ring of my ass tugged and pulled at him harder and harder as his deep drilling
continued stoking the raging fire that enfused my now frantic wide-stretched
opening.
	Sweat hung in droplets on his nose and the wet hair of his head,
beard, and chest...slowly raining down on my as Uncle Russ' strong body
lumbered his that hard thick mammoth cock deep into my guts and back
out again in hard pounding strokes.
	Uncle Russ looked in that moment like some neanderthal caveman
discovering for the first time what it felt like to have his huge cock inside
another's body.  His mouth was slack and his jaw hung open as disbelief and
wonder matched that of his piercing eyes frowning down as if trying to
understand something beyond his reach...all the while crashing his huge hard
adult cock into me as if that would somehow make sense of it all.
	Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes must have passed since the last of my cum
drooled from the tip of my rigid prick.  Yet, my body and mind were still ri-
ding high in the throes of what seemed to be a never ending orgasm.  I had
no control over my body or any of the cries, pleas, and shocked gasps com-
ing from my throat.  He'd pushed me over the edge and I'd not stopped fal-
ling down the frenzied abyss of his deep-dicking my young teenage ass.
	Uncle Russ' long hard thick horse-cock pummeling my body from
both the inside and out began quickly driving me back toward yet another
gut-wrenching eruption of fifteen year old come.
	The power of his pounding had been on a steady increase since the
first driving stroke of that hugely long thick meat up into my smaller body.  Now,
my strong rugged and handsome uncle was ramming his big fat cock into
me so hard it was scooting me across the mattress below and moving my
head to the headboard of the bed.
	Suddenly, Uncle Russ did something I wouldn't have thought possible and would have ever conceived.
	His arms left pinning my shoulders in place and big rough dinner-plate
sized hands slid to grip my waist.
	He jerked my body up off the bed till my hands reached to grab his strong
wide shoulders to keep from falling backward.
	In this position, the muscles in his strong arms bulged from holding
my weight suspended in front of him as he began thrusting me off and then
letting the weight of my own body slam me back down on his huge beast of a
cock as it rammed into my young ass from between his strong hairy thighs.
	My eyes shot open wide and then rolled back in my head as Uncle Russ'
massive cock rocketed up through my insides...pushing everything inside my
body away to slam deep within me to the hilt.  Over and over he slammed
me down as he thrust forward to ram his cock into me like a wild animal.
	Each ass-busting slam jammed my asshole even wider over the mas-
sively thick base of his magnificent bull-cock.  Each demanding withdrawl
threatened to drag my insides out with my uncle's thick hard massive meat.
Each inward slam jarred every bone in my body and left my heart pounding
as if it would explode from my chest.
	"Oh yeah, Tommy, yeah!  YEAH!!!"  The gritty words hissing from be-
hind clenched teeth brought with them the realization I was cumming again...
hot cum erupted yet again up from my balls and through my throbbing shaft
like there was no tomorrow.
	I heard my own voice sob, "Nooooooooooo...."
	I didn't know why, I didn't mean 'no.'  It just came out at the same time
as I felt more tears streaming down my face.
	I couldn't understand it.  I was happy, thrilled, and ecstatic.  My reaction
made no sense to me, but I was in no place to question it as wave after mas-
sive wave of intense mind-branding pleasure wracked my fifteen year old
body being rammed and bashed by my big strong uncle's huge powerful
cock.
	My asshole was bearing down on that big beastly cock as it destroyed
my ass from inside and out.  My battered hole strangled the huge length and
girth of that thick adult cock desperately as jet after jet of copious watery teen
cum splashed and bathed my heaving torso.
	"Tommy!!  TOMMYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!"  Uncle Russ roared and pitched
us both down onto the bed...his body over mine as he rammed, thrust, shoved,
and assualted my ass in furious, blurringly fast, and near painful deep slams.
	"AWWWWWWWWWWWWW FUCKKKKKKKKKKK..."  His deep
voice rang throughout the room as I felt his massive cock swell even wider
and the first blast of hot thick come spew inside me and flood the tight
sleeve of my inner walls.
	"FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  Uncle Russ rolled off me in a flash.
Hard rough hands pawed and slipped on my sweat-damp shoulders as he
shoved my head down his body to his jerking hard cock.
	In that one fast movement before I could get my mouth on that huge
fat hard meat, I could see the thick rope of white come arc out from the
broad meaty head and opened my lips wide to have my cheeks and mouth
bathed in Uncle Russ' delicious tangy thick adult cum bursting forth.
	Heavy hands shoved my face on him while that frothy jet of come was
still erupting up from his balls and forced me further down as my big uncle
hunched his hips and droved his massive cock down my throat.
	Grabbing the back of my head, Uncle Russ held it in place as he raped
my throat viciously as I swallowed and massaged his huge thick cock and all
its incredible tasting come as if I couldn't survive without it.
	Over and over he thrust into my mouth and throat as if he'd forgotten
who I was and what I was.
	Cum blasted and poured into me faster, heavier, and thicker than I
could swallow.  As much as I wanted every thick globby stream from him, his fat
cock blocked my throat and his rich salty semen began flowing down my
face and neck and into the dense riot of copper and silver hair surrounding
the wide root of Uncle Russ' big thrusting cock.
	The jerking of his cock slowed.
	The grip on the back of my head eased.
	"Oh, Tommy.  Oh, Tommy..."  His voice was quiet, deep, and breathless.
"Oh fuck..........Tommy........"
	Uncle Russ' hands fell from head and slipped under my arms.
	He gently began pulling me off him as I reached a hand to his hard thick
cock and milked the last of his rich load into my retreating mouth.
	He twisted me around on top of him until my hairless body was sliding
across and up his thick hairy one.
	Uncle Russ' eyes were closed and his head was slowly moving from side
to side as my face reached his.
	"Oh, Tommy...." It was barely a whisper this time as he reached for my
face and pulled me into a deep mind-numbing kiss.  His thick raspy tongue
swept out and into my mouth to slide and caress over every part of it.  That
deep warm appreciative kiss took my breath away and my mind along with it.
	"Tommy...."  He pulled his tongue back but not his thick firm lips.
	"Uncle Russ..."  I responded with equal breathlessness feeling the broad
meaty head of his cock bumping at my cum-oozing swollen hole with my
knees pulled up on either side of my handsome uncle's furry stomach...my
young balls and cock resting in all that thick glorious hair coating his belly.
	"Tommy..........fuck............"  It was barely a whisper as one hand left my
face and skimmed calloused fingertips down the length of my spine.
	I pushed backward and sank a few inches of thick, hard, adult, uncle-
cock back into my cum-basted ass.
	"God..."  Uncle Russ pulled back out and pushed me off him and onto
my stomach.
	He rolled his body on top of mine into the position where all this had
started.  Nudging my thighs apart as he had more than an hour ago, he pushed
his thick hard slimey cock back up into my prone responsive body.
	"Oh please, Uncle Russ....yes.........oh, god, yes...........yes....."  I gasped
with my face turned to the side in the pillow underneath my head.  I wanted
him again.  I wanted him over and over.  I wanted him to never stop.
	When his hips met my ass, I arched my back and shoved my hole up to
the base of my uncle's incredible thick cock...soaring in the deepened stretch
my tight young asshole received and knowing nothing in the world could ever
feel as wonderful or as complete as Uncle Russ's huge cock stuffed deep in-
side and filling my body.
	"Oh, god....Tommy...."  Uncle Russ snaked his long thick hard cock out
of me...having to raise his body from mine in the process because of the thick
ten inch length of his big brute of a cock.
	Sliding it back in smoothly and lowering his heavy hairy body back
down onto my smaller hairless one left my hands kneading the pillow under
my head like a cat being petted affectionately.
	The feel of that huge meat sliding up inside me and filling my body
with the hot branding iron of Uncle Russ' big mule-dick left my mind spinning
once again as my hips and torso ground back against him to feel every inch
of that big beautiful cock and all that thick curly hair pressing into my legs
and back.
	I began to wonder about Aunt Ginny for a moment.  I wondered if she
felt this overwhelmed and unhinged by Uncle Russ huge cock, strong hairy
physique, and pile-driving fucking.
	The question was thrown from my head when Uncle Russ' big rough
paws reached under my chest to grab each nipple between a thick thumb
and forefinger.
	"AAAHHH  AAAHHH AAAHHH!!  OH, FUCKING CHRIST!!!!"  I cried
as my chest shot up off the mattress in inflamed response with fire shooting
through me to the tips of my fingers and toes.
	I couldn't breathe with all the electricity jolting through me as Uncle
Russ slowly rolled the hardened nubs of my chest left and right.
	"OH JESUS....OH GOD....!!!!"  I slammed my head back against his
shoulder as he continued twisting the sensitive flesh at the center of each of
my young pecs.
	Uncle Russ' mouth found mine and pulled me into a deep passionate
kiss as he began pumping long strokes of fat hard cock in and out of my ten-
der, ragged, and now cum-sloppy asshole.
	"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee......"  I groaned desperately in-
to my uncle's warm lengthy kiss.
	He quickened his pace.  My ass stung with every stroke...the sting meld-
ed with the gentle pleasure of being overly stuffed with Uncle Russ' big thick
cock.  The mixture of sore sensations joining with those of being filled and
stroked from my deep within my ass added into the flashing fiery ecstacy
coming from his expert manipulation of my young nipples left me riding his
long fat cock as fast and responsively as he rode my teenage ass.
	I was fucking myself on Uncle Russ' huge hard horsemeat as much
as he was fucking that massive ass-stretcher into me.
	I felt the familiar tingling at the base of my prick and balls, a tingling
that signalled there was little time before come erupted from both for the third
or fourth time that night.
	"Oh, god, Uncle Russsssssss'....fuck meeeeeeeeee!!!!"
	In a flash, his hands left my chest...grabbed my hips and pulled me up
onto my knees...and, began shoving me savagely on and off his long fat cock
at the same time as he plowed in and out of me.
	It was different than before.  It was as if it had gone from sweet, loving,
and gentle into hard-pounding, animalistic, brutalizing of my young hole in a
matter of seconds.
	"TOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
	Even through the bashing slams into my teenage ass, I could feel Uncle
Russ' huge cock thrashing and unloading again inside me.
	He grabbed one shoulder in one hand and jammed the other down
onto my lower back in a way that arched my ass higher.
	Instantly that huge fat two-by-four cock began plowing its broad meaty
and powerful head into something it'd only skimmed across before.
	"UNCLE RUSS!!!  JESUS!!!  UNCLE RUSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!"
	"FUCK, TOMMYYYYYYY!"  He stabbed his huge cock viciously over
that spot and deep into the far recesses of my abused ass before jerking it
back out of me once again.
	"OH JESUS!  OH FUCK!  UNCLE RUSSSSSSSSS!!!"  Come was
exploding from my young prick, and my whole body jolted with electricity and
an extra spurt of come as Uncle Russ jammed the head of his massive cock
over and past that strange place inside me.
	"FUCK!!!"  He stabbed into me over that spot again and shot a thick
blast of come up deep inside me before jerking back out.  Each deep thrust
up into my small body had become a halting single separate powerful ram-
ming stroke that threatened to demolish my mind as well as my ass.
	"UNCLE RUSS!!!!!! OH, JESUS, GODDDDDDDDD!!!"
	"FUCK!!!!!!"  Uncle Russ stabbed into me again over that spot and
shot another thick blast of come up inside my body before pulling back out.
	"FUCK!!!!!!!!!!"  He slammed and spewed come into me.
	"FUCK!!!!!!!!!!"  He slammed and spewed come into me, again.
	"FUCK!!!!!!!!!!"  He slammed and spewed come into me two more
times before stopping to grind his hard, fat, ten inch baseball bat cock up
deep inside my guts as the last of his load spewed forth bathing both the
walls of my fifteen year old ass and his huge forty-two year old rugged male
meat.
	"Awwwwwwwwwww fuck........."  With no warning, Uncle Russ yank-
ed his fat cock from my ass and rolled over onto his back beside me and flung
a strong muscular hair arm over his eyes while his chest heaved and his mas-
sive cock bounced in the air over his hairy stomach.
	"Uncle Russ?"  I climbed up against his side and threw an arm and
leg across him as I moved my face up to kiss his hairy mouth.
	His thick mustache tickled my nose and upper lip while his beard brushed
and caressed my jaw.
	His wide rough tongue slid into my mouth and gently took command
of the speed and depth of our kiss.
	The arm not over his eyes reached past my waist and pulled me on top
of him to where the powerful length and girth of his humungous cock lay be-
side my much smaller one and pressed erotically into my stomach like a long
thick snake.
	The arm over Uncle Russ' eyes reached for my head, pulled me from the
kiss, and nestled my face into the hairy crook of his shoulder and neck.
	"Sleep."
	It was the last thing I remember before waking the next morning.



(To be continued.)


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