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In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any con- sequences of you viewing or downloading the story. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 16 Troubled Uncle Kent Pt. 2 After a bit, Uncle Kent told me to go wash up and get to bed. I got up, grabbed my shorts and briefs, and took a step to move past him and toward the creek. I found myself pulled against him. His damp hairy chest against my face... hairy stomach and legs against my own. I took a deep long breath carrying the smell of him deep into my chest as one of his hands moved to my back and the other to splay a big hand across the side of my head. He held me there, pulling me into him...silent and rather peaceful. "Better get goin.'" His voice was gravelly and quiet. He released me and I moved to the path that led to the creek. Reaching the edge of the cold crisp water, I rinsed repeatedly as there was no soap to fully wash my cum and sweat drenched skin and then stumbled off to the sleeping bag in my tent. Making my way quietly through the other tents where the rest of my family slept quietly...my dazed and exhaused mind, unable to sort through any of it, flitted point to point in everything that had just happened. I woke the next morning much later than anyone else. "Well, good mornin,' sleepy head!" Mom laughed as I climbed out of my tent and into blinding sunlight. "We saved some breakfast for ya!" Everyone was talking and changing to go spend the day at the creek when I took the offered plate from her. "Hey," She began as I sat down next to her, "did Uncle Kent say anything to you last night?" "Not really." I answered, doing my best not to give anything away in my voice or manner. "Just that he felt like sleepin' in the back of his truck. Why?" "Well, he left early. Jus' came down n' said he suddenly had stuff he had t' do. It was just unexpected...didn't feel quite right." She answered, then added, "But, then, he does have a lot on his mind these days." Arriving home at the end of the trip to the creek, we found Uncle Kent had taken his duffle bag from the house without a word or a note. A sinking feeling came over me that we might never see him again, and that it was all my fault. In the morning two weeks later after walking to the mailbox just down the road, I returned to find Uncle Kent's truck parked off the road in front of the house. He was all clear-eyed smiles and good nature when I came into the house. Sitting at the dining room table with Mom and Dad, he sat slouched down in a chair with dusty jean and boot clad legs splayed wide and a tight t'shirt clinging to his broad hairy chest. He grinned at me as I came in and continued what he was saying. "Yep...mechanic...down at Warner's Farm Machinery. Rented that lil' house out on Hastings Road, too." "Well, that's great, Kent. But, you really didn't have t' disappear for that." Dad commented in a way that was half congratulatory and half critical. "I had some things t' sort through...some decisions t' make...needed some time t' m'self, I s'pose. But, it all seems t' be turnin' out well. Now, if I can jus' find an extra hand with helpin' t' get that yard n' house in shape....." Uncle Kent turned a million watt smile in my direction. I stood there until what he was proposing hit me, and then stuttered to re- spond. "I'm not doin' anything else. I could help." "That's what I was hopin' for. Forty bucks a day work for ya?" He asked, grin still firmly in place. "Well, hell...whups...I mean, 'heck' yeah!" I answered, brimming with ex- citement. There was concern in both Mom's and Dad's eyes when they both answered at the same time, "Well..." Then, Dad finished, "...on a trial basis. We can talk more about this n' work out the specifics." "Great," Uncle Kent jumped in, then turned back to me, "wanna grab a change'a clothes n' come take a look...maybe get started t'day?" "Sure!" I threw in before taking off down the hall to my room. Inside, grabbing clothes, I could hear them continuing to talk. "Now, Kent," Dad began, "no drinking with Donny there. I don't want him work- ing or you driving him anywhere after you've been throwin' back a few." "I've got myself together, n' I'd never put Donny in harm's way. No drinkin,' I'll take good care of him." "First hint..." Dad started again only to be interrupted. "I got it," Uncle Kent returned, "but, it won't be a worry. I promise." I hurried back in with my gym bag before the conversation could continue any any further in that direction. "Okay, I'm ready." I said, slightly out of breath. "Well, then, let's go see what we got." Uncle Kent responded before turning to Mom and Dad. "Now, if it starts gettin' late...it okay if the workin' man stays over? It's not likely, I mean...but, just in case." Mom looked at Dad as Dad folded his hands together in front of him, "Well, I s'pose. But, remember what I said." "Got'cha. Let's get a move on, Donny." On the long drive t' the house situated well outside our small town's city limits, Uncle Kent gave me a full description of the house and yard as well as everything that needed to be done. Turning off the road and going over the noisy metal grate that used t' be a cattle guard that kept the cows that had once grazed the land years ago from going out onto the road, Uncle Kent stopped the truck in the long driveway before the house was even visible. He draped one arm over the steering wheel and stared out ahead as a certain seriousness settled around us in the cab. "Now, Donny, I asked you if you'd like t' do this 'cause I like your company. Actually, I love your company. This is about that n' gettin' all this work done n' enjoyin' it at the same time. What happened at the creek...well, I'd like t' jus' put that behind us. I think that's best." He took his foot off the brake without another word or answer from me and continued driving until the road opened onto the sprawling yard of the one bed- room wooden house he'd rented. On the drive after he'd said what was on his mind, two things happened for me. One, an anxiety I hadn't identified within myself subsided. I'd felt both thrilled and nervous over the sexual possibilities of spending time with him from the moment he'd put out the offer. His declaration relieved much of that tension. Two, disappoint ran through me. I was young, inexperienced, and dealing with new hormones and desires raging through me. I'd thought his offer might result in fur- ther exploration and discovery...exploration and discovery with someone I loved, trusted, and felt a safe level of comfort. Hearing that opportunity dowsed some of my excitement over getting to spend time alone with him. I could get over all that, though. I loved Uncle Kent, and was still happy as I could be t' be able t' work on his new place with him. He mowed the tall grass while I went behind him with the weed-eater cleaning up around trees and shrubs. It looked as if no one had lived in the house in a long time. He trimmed and pruned trees while I carried the branches off down to near the old pond about twenty yards from his back porch. Every trip left me looking long- ingly at the twelve-foot dock that stretched from the dry ground out over smooth cool water. "Phew, let's take a break for lunch." He snapped off two more limbs quickly, and then grabbed one while I grabbed the other. "It okay t' swim in the pond?" I asked as we each threw our branches onto the growing pile. "Well," he turned and swiped a big wide hand through the sweat on his brow, "I would guess so since the pier is there. Let's give it a try, I'm soaked any- way." He was right. His shirt was now see-through and completely wet while his jeans had big upside-down triangles of sweat soaking the front and back of them. We walked to the beginning of the dock, Uncle Kent kicked off his boots and I kicked off my gym shoes. I peeled off my shirt as something slid through my mind at the same time as he shed his own. Something tugged at my brain and the base of my balls at the same time as we progressed further in undressing...something sexual and exciting. I was muscular and stocky for my age. Shaggy light brown hair streaked with blond and gold topped my head but turned to all gold in the fuzzy stripe that led from my chest down into my shorts, the same gold lightly furred my tan arms and legs as well as the round swell of my butt. Suddenly, I felt proud of my body and nakedness. All the times of looking in the mirror without paying attention came back to me in those moments and I began seeing my self differently...paying attention in a new way. I stood there finding myself feeling...well...sexy, I guess. I balled up my t-shirt and took a couple steps forward to toss it toward the end of the dock. Not completely formed in my head at the time, I later realized the action was designed to put me in front of Uncle Kent. I slid my shorts off one leg and then the other, then bent over as I pulled off my briefs. My prick rose to about half mast as I announced without turning around, "Nice breeze." I looked over my shoulder to find Uncle Kent frozen with his hands on the button at the waist of his jeans. At this point, something within me must have been aware that I was trying to get his attention...well, his interest. I wasn't thinking like that, though. I don't really know how to put this..it was kind of like being led by something silent coming from deep in the back of my mind. "Any idea how deep the water is?" I asked. I felt kind of uncomfortable under his gaze and felt the need to say something to break whatever tension had just arisen. My question started Uncle Kent moving again as he popped the button at his waist and he slid his zipper down, "Uh, no. I haven't been in it yet, actually. I just haven't..." He was pulling his belt from the waist band when I quipped in a suddenly mis- chievous mood, "Mannnnnn, you're slow!" ` His eyes jerked to mine again, and he yanked his belt the rest of the way from his jeans. Doubling it up as if to swat me, he raised an eyebrow and shoved his jeans off to tear across the deck after me. I ran for the edge of the dock and jumped in. Paddling for the surface, I came up to find him losing his balance on the edge of the dock from the momentum of chasing me. He lost it and fell in, tossing his belt behind him on his way into the water He came up and tossed the water from his eyes...his gaze locked on me for a second before I lost my battle to stay above water and sank under the surface. A big strong arm wrapped around me and pulled me up against a hairy mountain of flesh and muscle...my hands flew up to wipe the water from my eyes as I gasped for air. "You okay?" Concern crossed Uncle Kent's dark handsome features at the same time as my prick stiffened with the sudden contact and throbbed a path up his hip. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine." I continued breathing fast to refill my lungs. Uncle Kent jerked his body upward and me with it until I was higher out of the water, and his arm now came around my hips to where his big hand landed right in the cleft of my ass and thick fingers rested just behind my balls. The change in positions left my thighs clasping him in front and back...one was tight against his furry ass and the other rode right across his thick cock. His other muscular arm was outstretched to the end of the dock, keeping us both with our heads above water. He pulled us closer and swiveled in the water to bring me toward the edge. I felt his wide meat twitch and arch into the inside of my leg. "Here, hold on to the end of the dock." The wide rough hand on my ass slid up as he lessened his grip, thick fingers moved one after another to strum across my sensitive ass-ring on my way down his wet hairy frame. I grabbed the edge of the dock with one hand, and turned to face him as some- thing hard and fleshy stroked across my thigh. Purposely, I let go as if I hadn't gotten a good grip and sank down. Strong hands grabbed me and pulled me back up, that same hard column of flesh that had pulsed into my thigh a minute ago now dented a trench down my stomach and crotch as Uncle Kent pulled me back up to the surface. Feigning innocence, I grabbed the dock again and sputtered wide-eyed, "Heck, I had no idea I'd sink THAT fast!" "Yeah, um, need t' be careful." Uncle Kent mumbled, his clearly flustered eyes darting everywhere but my face. "Don't you know how t' swim?" "No. I've only really been out to the creeks. Too shallow for swimmin,' so I never learned." "Maybe we should get back out." He responded distractedly as if considering what I'd just said. His eyes suddenly jerked to mine, "SOON! In a lil' bit, I mean." "Hey, you know how t' swim." I wanted to change subjects since he seemed to be on his way to becoming stressed. "Maybe you can teach me, if there's ever time." "Yeah, yeah, if there's time..." The look on his face was somewhere else, again. "I'm gonna swim to the middle n' see if this gets very deep." He pushed away t' give me several glimpses of his square muscular ass with all its curling dark hair swirling in the water as he stroked toward the middle. A minute or two later, he was back and hauling himself quickly out onto the dock. "I'll grab a couple towels." He said without looking back as he strode to the back porch, grabbing his belt and jeans along the way. I pulled myself up and grabbed my shirt to bend over the edge of the dock so I could rinse it out and leave my butt exposed for when he came back. It wouldn't be correct to say I knew what I was doing. It was still more that I was acting on the lead of some internal instinct. I wasn't doing or calcu- lating anything with a definite purpose, I was just following something inside. I kept rinsing when I heard the screen door smack, and then heard it right away again as if Uncle Kent had gone back inside. I went for my shorts and briefs to return and sprawl out, legs spread wide, over the edge of the dock again to rinse them after spending so much time on my t-shirt. I heard the screen door again and waited for Uncle Kent as I continued the rinsing. "Here ya go." I turned to find him, not naked nor back in his jeans, but holding a towel out in plain white boxer underwear. I got up and took the towel as I dropped my shorts and briefs to the dock. "I figured I'd wash the sweat out of my clothes since they were soppin' wet anyway." I said to his wide retreating back as he turned and walked away. "Oh," he turned and came back to hand me a pair of thin general-issue boxers just like his, "I brought these for you. They're too big, but... OH, wait. You have a change of clothes with you." "Yeah," I hurried to answer, "but, this is good since we have more t' do and that'll leave me with clean stuff for later." "Oh," he seemed to deflate, "yeah, I guess so." Did I smell beer? "Okay," he shifted subjects, "well, let's get some stuff done in the house." He turned modestly as I dropped my towel to pull on the boxers. He turned back and pointed at my wet clothes. "Grab those, we can hang 'em on the porch t' dry while we work." He started off toward the house. "The place hasn't been lived in for around twelve years, so there's a lot t' do...sweeping, mopping, dusting, checkin' the pipes n' appliances." I noticed a crushed beer can by the kitchen sink when we went in. That didn't necessarily mean anything, though, as it could've been there since yesterday. We set to work after opening all the doors and windows to the stifling Texas heat. He would sweep, while I would come behind him with the mop. Soon, the hardwood floors were becoming presentable and I was turning to find Uncle Kent sweeping with determination while his sweaty boxers clung see-through to his thick, jostling, and swaying cock. I could even make out the lush flurry of dark hair above and around Uncle Kent's buffeting meat, and the network of veins mapping across the sturdy fat length of it whenever I'd turn. Soon, he looked at his watch and announced, "Hell, it's already after eight o'clock. He pointed at the phone resting on the sill of one of the open windows, "You should call your mom n' dad...make sure they're okay with you stayin' the night." After a brief conversation with Dad, Mom came back with a quick okay and I hung up thrilled with the development to go find Uncle Kent in the kitchen. He was sliding a pizza into the oven. "I jus' realized we didn't have lunch. I've got take-out chicken in the fridge if we're still hungry, but the microwave is with everything else in the U-Haul truck in town." "Don't really have a place t' eat, though..." His deep voice trailed off as he looked around. "Hmmm..." He turned and flipped a light switch before heading out the back door. I followed, noticing that there were now four or five crushed beer cans on the kitchen counter by the sink. "This'll do." He said as I followed him out and noticed the built-in bench that followed the railing around the porch, a bare bulb in the center of the ceil- ling only slightly lit the area. When the pizza was ready, we ate sitting at right angles to each other and talking about what was left to do. After finishing and setting our paper plates to the side, Uncle Kent stretched his long muscular and hairy frame with an extended yawn. A big hand reached under the waist band of his thin boxers to separate and rearrange his heavy meat and large hairy balls. Sleepy and satiated eyes slid over to mine, then he quickly sat back up to grab his plate and mine before heading back into the kitchen. I stumbled up after him saying honestly, "Wow, that made me sleepy." "Shower time and then bed, buddy. No washer or dryer yet, so gotta be clean before hittin' the sheets." Big hands fell heavily on my shoulders and maneuvered me through the living room, through the bedroom, and around into the bathroom. Dim light from an ancient bulb above an ancient mirrored medicine cabinet filled the simple room with a hazy amber glow. "Hot water heater is small, old n' pretty much crap...so, make it fast n' save some hot water for me." He was gone before I could get the first word out of suggesting we shower together. I was in and out in a flash in spite of my exhaustion, but then took my time drying off. "Okay, Jose', my turn." He came back in, shucked his boxers, and then jumped in the curtainless tub to turn on the water. Keeping his back to me, I finally gave up on getting a look at his big cock and hung up my towel before wandering wearily into the bedroom. Curious, I looked down at my watch to find it was bare- ly past nine ten o'clock. Still naked, I dropped on top of the sheets covering the mattress and box- springs that were on the floor and fell immediately asleep in spite of my inten- tion of staying awake. At some point later, something stirred me from sleep. Hands next to my face, I could see my watch giving the time as just after ten o'clock. Sleepy eyes gazed past my watch to a pile of clothes and a stack of stuff to be hung on the walls. The picture in front seemed to be a dark print of an owl on a tree branch with most of the outer area matted in black. In the dim light, it acted as a blurry mirror and reflected Uncle Kent in the doorway leaning against the frame. One arm was crooked up by his head and shoulders and supported his leaning strong physique. The other moved from his side to his face as if drinking from a glass or can. I could see the bright white of the t-shirt and boxers he'd put on. But, suddenly the doorway was dark again. The sound of a can being crushed filtered into the room, and then the sound of a tab being pulled from another can. Soft footfalls followed and Uncle Kent's frame came back into the doorway and assumed the postion it had been in before. This time, however, only the bright white of his t-shirt showed in the dim moon- light. After a minute or so, Uncle Kent switched to leaning against the other side of the doorway and against the arm holding what I assumed was a beer. His other arm lay in a line from his wide shoulder down to the center of his crotch, movement from his shoulder and upper arm barely visible in the dark made it clear that hand was doing something slow and repeated below his waist. After a while, he tipped the can and his head way back before disappearing from the doorway once again. Soft footfalls moved away followed by the crunching of a can before silence began to stretch out. After what seemed like forever, I looked at my watch again to find the time about thirty-five minutes later than before. That meant he'd been gone for around twenty minutes. Quietly, I rose from the bed and went to the door on my way to see where he'd gone. I physically ran into him coming back into the room in the dark just as I got to the door. Big strong hands reached out for my shoulders as I stumbled back from the hard cock that had jabbed into my stomach and the strong frame that I'd come up against. Long wide thumbs slowed stroked the underside of my collarbones in a firm yet quiet way. One broad hand moved up to the back of my head and pulled me against him as the other reached down to line his hard straining cock up the center of where our stomachs met. The hand on the back of my head stroked my hair slowly while the other reached around to wander alternately across the small of my back and down to the young mounds of my ass. I could feel the heat from his body. I could smell the scent of Irish Spring soap on his skin and beer when he exhaled. I could hear the rapid cadence of his heartbeat as my head was moved gently to Uncle Kent's chest. I slid my arms around the expansive spread of his back, wishing he'd shed his t-shirt as well as his boxers. We stayed like that a while, my own prick boning up and my heart swelling at his warm enveloping embrace. After a bit, he eased me away and turned me toward the bed with a nudge in its direction. I took two groggy steps and then turned to sit on the edge of the mattress facing him. He was right there in front of me...tall, dark, hairy, bearded, and intense. My own handsome uncle who seemed to mess up his life at every turn and still charm- ed everyone around him with his warm engaging manner...who walked with sex pouring from every swaggering step of his long strong legs stood before me naked from the waist down with his massive uncut cock staring me in the face. I reached out for those muscular thighs with all that inky black coarse curly hair bristling from the taut skin underneath. I had to touch him. I didn't think about it or make any decision, it was just something I had to do. As my fingers combed through that wonderful springy hair and my hands slid over the stong muscle, his hands came down to rest lightly on my head. I looked up at him, his face turned down toward mine but hidden in shadow. I stared, trying to make out the expression on the handsome rugged features of his face. As I sat there looking up the tall man in front of me, he moved just a bit closer to where the hooded head of his beautiful hard cock came to rest on my lips and nudged the underside of my nose. It flexed and surged against my mouth, leaky stuff flowing from the tip onto my upper lip before drooling down toward my chin. I knew how that tasted. I wanted that taste again. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as wide as it would go, my lips still straining and stretching as they pushed onto Uncle Kent's incredibly broad meat. Even opening as far as I could, my lips still pushed the thick velvety hood of his meaty cock back from the firm spongy head as my mouth took the big drooling object inside. An sharp inhale came from above me, drawing my eyes upward to find his head suddenly thrown back just as a thick jet of creamy white cum erupted across my tongue and into my mouth. Uncle Kent's body went rigid and his breathing ceased as his cock widened further into an uncomfortable stretch of my lips and his heavy salty cum flooded my mouth almost faster than I could swallow. As I had at the creek weeks before, I found myself in awe of the huge amount of cum my adult uncle's mule-dick belched into my struggling mouth with each new eruption. Love and affection for the man in front of me turned to all out worship because of it, the vast volume of rich copious seed his bull balls spewed out through his massively thick long shaft. Somehow it made him feel even more rugged and masculine in my eyes. Over and over I swallowed as Uncle Kent's body remained rigid and his breath held tautly still. Over and over his warm salty cum filled and drenched every corner of my mouth and flooded across my tongue. Over and over I nursed that surging throbbing beefy cock-head to swim my tongue through his thick rich cum and feel it slide down my throat into my fastly filling stomach. A shuddering exhale finally came from above me and he pushed me off him and onto my stomach upward across the bed as he collapsed on top of and behind me. Uncle Kent's hefty jerking meat slid immediately into the crack of my ass as if guided there by an unseen hand, the last of his load splattering inside and coating the valley between my cheeks. He hunched his huge hard slab of cock forward and back inside the sweat-damp cleft of my ass as the last of his load coated the length of my crack and the large sturdy length of his mighty thick meat as well...sliding and skimming across the unexplored and quickly igniting small opening hidden there. Suddenly, his hunching put the broad head of his big cock against my tight teen hole. A shudder ran through my body pressed back against his that brought his body to a brief stop. I drew in a quick deep breath as my eyes opened wide in the dark and my body instantly begged for more of his touch on that now electric part of my body. My head cradled on my upper arm to leave my wrist and my watch directly in front of my eyes. It read 10:17 PM, though I really didn't process that until later. The pressure of his cock seemed to have set off a million fiery nerve endings with that one quick touch. Different than that night at the creek with his two rough fingers pressing inside, this was softer...less harsh, more affectionate... less careless, and more soothing. Rather than making me want to pull away, this left me wanting more. He quickly went back to quietly rocking his big cock against my hole. The firm wide spongy head of Uncle Kent's heavy meat kept sending warmth radiating through my body every time it pressed inward. I could feel his cum running down the lower cheek of my ass just as well as I could feel the broad head beginning to poke gently inside the tight opening into my body. Each time Uncle Kent's big cock would press my ass-ring open, it was as if my hole would kiss and welcome that little bit his huge meat into me. I lay there pressed back against him as a strong arm slid comfortingly around and up my chest. I relaxed into the hairy cocoon of his strong body and the rhyth- mic movement of his cock against my hole. As much as my body was electrified and my prick jutted out as hard as rock, I drifted on the warm feeling of being held and the gentle nudging at my ass-ring. Floating in the sexual affection, I gasped and my eyes flew open when some- thing changed dramatically. The wide head of Uncle Kent's cock slipped past my hole and into my ass. 10:39 PM. For twenty-two minutes he'd gently eased my hole open to accept his beefy cock. Now snuggly inside, my hole fluttered and pulsated around the massive in- vading male meat. The hand on my chest eased upward a couple inches and began erotically stro- king a thick rough finger over and across a sensitive nipple. Fire raced through me and I twisted my body, including my ass on the end of Uncle Kent's flexing cock, in response as heat raced from one end of me to the other. Still slicked with his cum in the damp humid Texas night air, I felt the bur- geoning cock inside me begin to inch deeper. I squirmed and cried out softly in choked gasps at the incredible pleasure as well as the intense realization of what was happening. Uncle Kent was on the first slow stroke of fucking me. I hadn't anticipated this. It just hadn't occurred to me. Now that the reality was coming down around me, my mind twisted and shud- dered inside my head as much as my smaller body did against my adult uncle's much larger one. Just the mere thought of what was happening to me threatened to send my brain into a melt down as much as the wicked sensations at my tightly gripping asshole. I could feel him...that huge cock...that big thick adult dick...rippling a- cross my hole and moving deeper inside me. I would later learn that without the gentle and patient preparation, the first number of strokes in taking Uncle Kent's mammoth cock into me could be painful. What was happening now, though, was anything but. My hole was going wild around his thick girth. Clutching and grappling as the hand at my chest took one nipple between a big thumb and forefinger. Just at the moment I knew he had to have almost the whole ten inches of his fat adult meat inside, Uncle Kent shocked my mind and my young slender frame by be- ginning a long heavily-ridged ride up into the deepest part of me...into the very core of my body. What I'd thought to be almost his entire wide length, had only been the short distance of about one inch from just behind the broad head out to where his hulking horse-meat began the true cumbersome girth of the rest his strapping shaft. My brain flipped and spun inside my head as inch after excrutiatingly fan- tastic inch of my uncle's burly cock stroked up deep inside me...shoving my in- sides around...opening up my guts...and, burying itself up deep inside my stomach. Little white dots filled the edges of my vision as I curled my upper body down toward my hips and my body shook and Jerked at the mind-blowing opening of my body and my sexuality. I heard my own voice as if it were someone else's from far away and yet right in front of me. "OH JESUS! OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD. FUCK...FUCK..FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!" The hand on my chest slipped down to grip my young prick. Wetness im- mediately bathed my prick in the cum that had begun spewing onto the sheets mo- ments before. I didn't care. I couldn't even think about cumming and being unaware of it when it began. The only thing that mattered, that mattered in the whole world, was Uncle Kent and his huge bull meat up inside my ass and body. He began drawing that massively thick male snake back out of my stomach and asshole as a whole new set of sensations tore through me. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!! SWEET JESUS! SWEET JESUS! JESUS! JESUS! JESUS! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! OH GOD! OH GOD! OHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDD...!" He came all the way out to just the head, and then rolled me flat on my sto- mach. He paused above me...a hand coming to my face and strong knuckles stroking my cheek. Then, he pushed back in and fed that humongous wide column of thick fuck-meat back up into me. The effect was as mind blowing as before, my body twisting and spasming as that huge cock drove up deep inside me again. "Ohhhhhhhhhh chriiiiiist..." I cried into the pillow, feeling as if the intense erotic pleasure was more than my body and mind could stand. Buried deeply once more, Uncle Kent rose up above me and adjusted his posi- tion as he tore his t-shirt from his strong hairy torso...jostling his incredible cock around inside me in the process. When he dropped his full weight and length down on me again, I arched back and ground against him to feel the now bared and scratchy hair of his taut stomach and hard protruding chest. "Awwwwwwwwwww goddddd! Fuuuck...!" I half mumbled and half cried at the sen- sation of his whole hairy body covering mine at the same time as his wrist-thick ten-inch cock throbbed against my hole and deep inside my stomach. My asshole, something I'd never given a second thought to before, was now the frenzied center of shattering sensations exploding throughout my young body. "Pleeeeeeeeeease..." I pleaded, though not knowing what for or why. Uncle Kent knew, however. Strong legs forced mine wide, arching my ass up to take even the thick base of his giant cock into my hole. His hips were hard against mine. Hefty lemon-sized hairy balls weighed and pressed heavily into my own. His arms came under me to cross beneath my chest and place his thick thumbs at my sensitive nipple flesh. Sliding the rough pads of those thumbs excitingly across the tender nubs, he also began hauling that huge cock from deep inside my body. Ever exiting inch riding across my fiery hole and the thumbs at my chest, left me curling my fingers into the pillow and kicking my feet against the mat- tress with the extreme sensations wracking my body. Almost pulling the fat head free, Uncle Kent drove back in as he took both nipples between thick thumbs and forefingers. Lightly twisting and bottoming that big fat out cock deep inside my ass left me jerking left and right as I sobbed sounds that didn't quite form into words. Gasping and crying, tears wetting the pillow...I somersaulted through feelings I had no idea my body was capable of experiencing, or that anyone else could be capable of igniting within me. He ground his hips forward and back, side to side...the effect was as if he were swinging that huge cock around me like a baseball bat. My prick erupted underneath me again. Again, I didn't care. I cared for nothing but the feel of him pressing down on me and the riot of electric sensa- tions his big wicked cock was churning up inside me. "UNNNNNNNNNCLE KENNNNNNNNNNT!!!!" I begged, pleaded, thanked, and worshipped all at the same time. A big hand left my chest and moved to grip and jerk my face around over my shoulder. Intense heat filled his dark, handsome, bearded features, but quickly turned to a kind of pained confusion I didn't understand. Without warning, he crashed his mouth down upon mine at the same time as he quickly hauled his fat hard cock from my hole and then thrust back in. As he rammed it back into me, I balled my hands into fists and curled my toes with his long wide tongue filling and taking posession of my mouth. He thrust my own tongue from side to side with his and prodded deep into the back of my throat. My uncle's wild tongue filled my mouth as his cock had, and almost left me with the feeling he was stuffing his fat meat into my mouth and ass at the same time. Like a Mack truck slamming into reverse, he wrenched almost his entire mas- sively thick ten inches back from me only to slam back in as my third orgasm of the night careened immediately into my fourth. Uncle Kent began ramming in and out of me...ten inches of thick heavy bull- meat thrusting powerfully through my clenching hole as my much younger and smaller prick felt as if my cum was being pumped out of me by Uncle Kent's big muscular fat cock. I cried and groaned into his mouth as he demolished my asshole and the deep tunnel of it within my ragged body. Over and over he pummeled that hard behemoth cock deep into my belly, shov- ing it through my swollen asshole on every mind staggering thrust. He tore his mouth from mine and rose up behind me on his knees with his big strong hands taking each of my hips in an iron grip. He shoved me all the way off his thick, hard, and veiny cock, and then ram- med back through my abraded hole to barrel through my insides. Slamming his hips into the cheeks of my ass, he pinned me against his crotch with even the base of his fat cock stretching my hole as his cock jerked and jump- ed deep within me...cum bursting from his massive meat and ramming into the walls of my ass. He yanked that enormous elephant cock completely from my hole and then bashed it back deep inside once again...slamming back into me and blasting more of his huge thick load into the depths of my stomach. Four more times, he rammed and battered my ass...flooding my insides with his immense load before his strong heaving hairy body collapsed back down on top of mine. We both lay there, him stretched out like a long muscular jungle cat over me as our breathing both slowed down to almost normal. All at once, Uncle Kent's long body went slack and a quiet, barely audible, snore slipped into the quiet of the room. I lay trapped under him, his sweaty tall hairy body pinning mine underneath with eight inches of his thick and still slightly firm cock buried inside my ass. There was no where else I'd have rather been. (To be continued.) Other stories: Discovering Uncle Tip http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/discovering-uncle-tip/ Teddy's Discovery http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/teddys-discovery/ Hay Baling and Uncle Buck http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/hay-bailing-and-uncle-buck/ Bad Uncles and Dads http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/bad-uncles-and-dads/