Date: Wed, 15 Jun 2011 09:45:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: MDB Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 1. Uncle Don Pt.2

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"Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 2. Uncle Don Pt..2"


	The rest of the day, I'd felt sexy and hot.  I'd beaten off three
times after I'd left Uncle Don and Aunt Ann's house.  When I woke this
morning, though, I couldn't get into the shower fast enough.
	I felt guilty, how could I ever look at Aunt Ann again.  Wanting
her husband for three years now had felt okay, never once had I ever thought
anything would actually happen.  Now that it had, I felt sick about it.
	On top of that, how could I face Uncle Don again???  God, he
hadn't called me a fag, just a whore.  But, didn't that have to be what he was
thinking of me now?  I figured he must have it in his head now that his nephew
is a total queer.  I'd had such a huge crush on the loud bastard for so long,
what he thought of me mattered a great deal.  I never wanted to have to face
him again.
	Not only Aunt Ann and Uncle Don, though, there was myself.  I
felt so dirty and ashamed.  What I'd done now felt disgusting.  It hadn't been
how things are supposed to go.  My first sex with another person should've
been with a girl...grabbing and licking her tits while sliding my dick inside her
pussy.  Instead, I'd been forced to suck a big man's huge cock and then been
fucked up the ass by him.  AND, I'd been turned on by the thought of it for
years already!  God, there was something really wrong with me.
	I'd kept his cum up inside me the rest of yesterday and last night.
This morning, I had to get it out.  I didn't feel 'hot' any longer, it just reminded
me of what a sick pervert I must be.
	Locking the door for my shower, I searched the cabinets for an
enema thingie.  I knew Mom kept one or two in there, and finally found one
way in the back under the sink.  I used it over and over and over until I felt
there had to be nothing left.  Though I thought it would help, I still felt like a
disgusting pig for what I'd done yeterday.
	When I got out, Mom was rushing to leave for church and Dad
must've already been out working on something.
	"You better get it in gear, Chip, Don wanted that mower back
early so he could mow before it gets too hot.  He said 8:30 on the phone
last night."
	She continued, grabbing her purse and heading out the door,
"N,' you know how your uncle gets when he doesn't get things exactly how
he wants 'em!  Bye now, sweetie."
	Damn it!
	Well, she wouldn't know when I left...so, I just decided that...
	Then, that same door opened as I heard her start her car and
Dad walked in after brushing the bottom of his boots off on the mat.
	As he walked into the kitchen to refill his cup of coffee, "Better
get a move on.  Git'cher shirt n' shoes on n' I'll help y' load the mower in your
truck."
	Double damn it!
	"Okay, Dad."  Shit, shit, shit.....
	A few minutes later when we pushed the tailgate up with the
mower loaded into the bed of the pickup, "I just need t' stop and get gas."
	I know it was lame, but it was all I could think of to delay the
inevitable.
	"Well, make it quick...I don't want Uncle Don callin' all riled up
'cause you dragged ass gettin' over there, son."  He called out, walking back
inside the house.
	I drove over, but couldn't pull into the driveway.  I just couldn't.
Luckily, their house...like most ranches and farms in the area...sat about
two miles off the road.  So, there wasn't any way for him to see me go by.
	I drove up a couple miles and pulled off to the side.  I sat there
until noon when I knew Aunt Ann would be getting back from church.  I
would just make an excuse of engine trouble, and then get out of there as
fast as I could.  Sure, Uncle Don would cuss and yell...but, it would be quick
and then I'd be able to leave.
	Aunt Ann was standing outside the house with both kids talking
to Uncle Don when I pulled in.  Mom must've just dropped them off.  She
looked over with a smile and waved sweetly as Uncle Don levelled me with
an icy stare.
	Him standing there shirtless, sweaty and hot, he looked even
more imposing and masculine beside petite Aunt Ann all dolled up for church.
Big leather work gloves over wide muscled hands, his standard size thirteen
or fourteen brown work boots, faded jeans barely kept from falling off his
ass by a thick brown belt, curling thick hair pelting his belly and forming
a wide triangle at the base of his back before spreading out over the rounded
exposed globes of his meaty ass, and beat up cap pulled low over his hard
eyes kicked my level of dread yet another notch higher.
	I got out, shoved my hands in my pockets and walked up.
	"Sorry I'm late.  Trouble with my truck, it keeps stalling on me."
	"Oh you poor thing.  Don, why don't you take a look at it so he
doesn't get stuck beside the road on his way home.  Maybe it's just something
little and easy."  Aunt Ann offered.
	"Woman...why don't you jus' leave offerin' my help t' me."  He
leaned down to kiss her on the cheek and then swat her lightly on the butt.
"I'll make sure the boy's taken care of, you jus' worry your pretty lil' head
about lunch.  "Bout 2:00'd be good."
	"Alright."  She answered brightly, "If Don's still looking at your
truck, maybe you'll stay for lunch.  Maybe I'll give your folks a call and see
if they'd like to come over, too."
	She looked at Uncle Don, "Maybe we could have a game of
cards afterward?"
	"Now, don't go makin' a big fuss...I got a lot t' do t'day n' time
t' stop n' eat.  But, I got no time for silly socializin'."
	His harsh tone softened, something I rarely if ever saw, at the
look of disappointment crossing her delicate and pretty features, "Aw hell,
call 'em up n' make plans for some night durin' the week or next weekend."
He added, as if giving in much more than he wanted.
	She immediately brightened and smiled widely, "Oh, thanks,
honey.  Okay, kids, let's go get changed..."  She walked into their house
leaving Uncle Don and me alone.
	He turned to me and clamped a big leather-gloved hand down
on my shoulder, squeezing harder than was comfortable.
	"Let's get that mower out and take a look at that engine."
	"Oh, I can do that later when...."
	"Boy......." His voice dropped threateningly.
	"Okay, sure."  I turned and walked to the back of my truck,
hoping he wouldn't notice me shaking with worry about what was to come.
Even with Aunt Ann right inside the house, I still somehow didn't feel safe.
	We got the mower out, and he took my keys off my belt loop
without breaking the strained silence.
	Climbing in the driver's side and starting the pickup's engine, he
ordered quietly, "Get in."
	I complied, and he backed up before turning off the driveway
and onto the dirt road leading behind the house.
	When we came to the gate leading out into the pastures that
made up the 120 acres of land they ranched, he told me to get out and open
it...then, to close the gate after he'd pulled through.
	When I climbed back in, he took off away from the house.
	Staring straight ahead, he asked, "Engine trouble, huh?"
	I didn't respond.  I knew not to.
	"Seems t' be running fine, now..."  His voice quiet and matter of
fact...the deceptively quiet tone somehow making me feel even more worried.
	We drove a while in silence, until we came to where the road
crossed a low creek.  He pulled up into the shade of some trees with us now
well out into their land, and miles from the house.
	Opening the door, and hauling his big frame out of the pickup,
"Well, let's take a look anyway."
	I got out and crossed to the front of the truck.
	His steps measured and slow, he reached down and pulled
a dry blade of tall grass from the ground and stuck it in his mouth...the
part outside moving as he chewed on it lazily.
	I backed up as he came around to the front, realiziing I should
have opened the hood.
	He got in between me and the truck, but didn't open the hood.
Instead, he just turned and leaned his weight back against the grill...hooking
both thumbs in the waistband of his jeans at the center where his belt
buckle lay, dragging them down toward his cock another inch or two, and
staring down at me from under the bill of his cap.
	After what seemed like an eternity of silence, he turned his head
to squint off into the distance and said quietly, "So, what's the problem here?"
	I looked at his handsome chiseled and scruffy profile, finding that
I no longer felt disgusting and perverted...but, that I also no longer felt hot
and excited.  I simply felt unsure.  I found that standing in front of him, I felt
kind of lost...my dick swelling some in excitement again, but then shrinking
back with the sense of not knowing what to do or how to feel about myself.
	He stepped away from the truck, turning to look at me again...
a slight sneer crossing his rugged face.
	He came closer, chucking me under the chin, "Huh, fucker?  You
got'cher panties in a wad over somethin'?"
	He stepped around me as I stood there in continued silence, my
mind racing with possible answers...racing with questions about the feelings
rising up in me again and the struggle to make sense of it all.
	Suddenly, he pushed me from behind...making me stumble up
against the front of my truck.
	When I started to raise myself and get my balance back, his hips
pressed against me from behind and captured me between his body and my
pickup.
	The leather of his gloves scraped against my skin as he jerked
my t-shirt over my head and tossed it to the side.
	"By my count, you been trespassin' into my stuff and beatin' your
sorry lil' weinie over my magazines n' pictures for more'n a couple years now.
So, what's the problem with you finally gettin' what you want, boy?
	"I don't know, I..."  I tried to answer, hating the weak whiney
sound of the words.
	He cut me off by grabbing the back of my neck and tossing me
to the face first onto the ground.  I landed spread-eagled in the grass, and
started to raise myself up.
	"STAY THERE, goddamn it!"
	I dropped my arms back down.
	"Git them pussy-assed shorts off.  N,' be quick about it...I got
work n' a wife t' get back to."
	When I started to raise up and do what he asked, he ordered,
"No, you lil' shit...stay down there n' get 'em off without gettin' up.  Your
sorry punk ass can at least do some work here."
	Tears began to sting my eyes again as they had yesterday.  There
was so much I didn't understand about how I was feeling.  It was part fear...
knowing he could do whatever he wanted with me and not knowing how far
he would take it.  It was also part excitement...he was right, part of what was
going on inside me was that I was finally gettting what I'd fantasized about
all this time, I was just getting a LOT more than what I'd bargained for.  And,
part of it was purely sexual...the excitement of his big hard body, the smell
of his sweat, the deep demanding sound of his voice, the rough aggressive
way he gave me no say in what he did to me, and....yes....his huge powerful
cock with its low-hanging bull balls.
	The tears wetting my eyelashes seemed to come from everything,
the enormity of it all...the being introduced to sex by this big rugged man, the
fact that he was so confident and demanding, and the fact that he was so
skilled at making my body respond to him in ways I'd never imagined.
	I had to lift my hips once I got my shorts to my knees.  I felt
the warm summer air hit my butthole as my cheeks pulled tight and it was
exposed blatantly to his stare.
	I twisted my head some to look behind me.
	There he stood...spread-legged leaning back against the front of
my pickup.  One hand was down at his side, while the other was up at his
face as he spit into his palm.  Below, his belt and pants hung up partway
down his thighs.  I watched as the hand at his mouth dropped and began
to wet and stroke that muscled-up bull cock standing menacingly straight
out from its thick nest of dark curling crotch hair.
	Twenty years later, I've still never seen a man look as hot as
Uncle Don did right at that moment!
	"Jesus christ, you're slow!"  He leaned forward and stormed
over, dopping to one knee beside me and yanking my shorts impatiently
over my shoes.
	"You make me wait four goddamned hours for your sniveling
ass t' show up..."  He jerked one of my thighs away from the other, spreading
my legs and ass further before bringing a heavily gloved hand crashing down
on my open ass.
	The sting was lessened by the thick leather, while the impact
and sudden pressure on my asshole made both it and my dick jump with a
deep dark sexual thrill that shot up into my stomach!
	"...and, then..." he continued, bringing his hand back down solidly
on my spread cheeks and flexing butthole, "...you take your goddamed time
shuckin' your shorts?  There somethin' wrong with you, fucker???!!!"
	He smacked my ass again, harder, shoving my upper body
against the ground underneath me.  All the while, his thick rock-hard cock
pressing against the side of my hip...making me crave the feeling of having it
inside my hand, mouth, or ass.
	"I don't have fuckin' time t' waste t'day, I got too damned much
t' do..."  I heard him spit in his hand and then felt it smeared roughly across
the tight ring of my ass, "So, this is gonna be fast n' hard, boy."
	He pulled the glove off with his teeth and let it fall onto my back
as he shoved an oversized thumb up inside my hole with no warning.
	"OH GOD!"  I gasped, as the thick rough digit was shoved inside
the soft tissue of my young butt...my brain and ass struggling with the sand-
papery feel of the sudden intrusion.
	"Yeah, that's right...I'm your fuckin' god, and you're my lil' punk
fuckhole.  Aren'cha boy?  Aren'cha!!"  He growled using the strength in his
arm and thumb to jerk my ass from sided to side, slamming me into him, and
then lifting me partially off the ground...stretching my asshole callously in the
process.
	"Yes!"  I cried, not from the discomfort...but from the truth of it.
Here I was again...overpowered by my rangy stud of an uncle and in the
middle of it...all but being raped by the big man, and forced to admit at the
same time that I wanted it.  It wasn't just his big cock, I wanted the whole
man.
	I wanted the feel of my big Uncle Don's body behind me taking
what he wanted from me.  I wanted it to be him as much as I wanted his
cock...his big hands on my skin, the smell of his sweat soaking my nostrils,
his deep voice filling my ears, his breath against my neck, his hairy thighs
scraping the back of mine, and his heavy balls bruising mine once he began
pounding my ass in the way I was sure was soon coming.
	"That's better.  My fuckin' whore, aren'cha?"  He spoke in
broken phrases as he manuevered behind me and shoved my naked knees
apart with his still clothed in his faded dusty jeans.  "Fuckin' whore......for
your Uncle Don's......big fuckin' cock......aren'cha?!"
	"Yes!"  I groaned in answer, noticing I sounded every bit as
hungry and desperate for it as I felt.
	The head of his cock nudged up against my tight hole, on fire
now since he'd abraded my tender ass with yanking his wide thumb roughly
from inside.
	He paused, and I turned my eyes up as high as I could in that
position to see him looking down at his cock and my ass.
	"Damn, boy," he chuckled, shaking his head slowly from side to
side appreciatively, "you ever see a fuckin' piece of meat that fuckin' big?"
	"No.....sir.....," I panted, "...Uncle Don."
	His face lost all expression as his eyes travelled up my back and
locked onto mine.
	Then, his eyes narrowed to determined slits and he hunched his
hips forward...that wide blunt head topping the length of his long fat shaft
plunging inside my hole along with several inches of steely brutal shaft.
	"AWWWWWWWWW FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!  SLOWER!"
I begged, desperately...eyes clouding with the sudden pain as real tears began
streaming from my eyes.  "PLEASE!!!!  God.  Slower!!!"
	My hands shot behind me, latching onto his thighs and trying to
push him away...instinctively trying fiercely to dislodge his telephone pole
cock from my painfully stretched hole.
	"Aw, hell, you lil' piece'a crap!  Not again..."
	The brutal advance of his mammoth cock stopped as I felt his
body moving behind me, and then my hands being jerked behind my back.
The clink of his buckle telling me he'd pulled it free from the belt loops.
	I felt the leather encircle my wrists and then pulled tight.
	He leaned forward across my back, the carpet of hair on his
hard stomach pressing into the skin of my back.  The weight of him pressed
my hips lower and my knees wider...sweat from his chest and chin dripping
onto my back.  He forced another couple inches inside me.
	"Oh god...oh fuck!!!"  I cried and tried to squirm.  Pinned under
his weight, though, all I could do was grab at the hair on his stomach...the
springy sweaty curls just slipping right through my fingers.
	"Christ, y' lil' pussy..."  He clamped a big hand over my mouth,
the smell of sweat and leather assaulting my nose and lungs erotically, "you
wanna man, you gotta buck up and take it like one."
	"Agggggghhhhhh YE-AH!" He shoved the rest of his whole
damed fuckin' huge bastard cock up inside my ass, shredding the thousands
of nerve endings there and settig off bright lights that flashed like fireworks
inside my heated brain.
	I yelled into the thick calloused skin of his hand even as I licked
at the rough palm, struggling to come to terms with unlikely mixture of dull
pain wracking my young body and the intense sexual excitement sizzling
through me right beside it.
	"Oh yeah...that's m' boy....that's my lil' whore..." he growled from
above me, sliding his cock back out of my electrified hole, "...that's my fuckin'
lil' ass-puppy.
	My yelling ceased quickly as my ass stretched open to accomo-
his long fat cock more quickly than it had the day before.  Soon, I was groan-
ing and lapping at his palm avidly as he began fucking that mule-dick of his
in and out of my tenderized hole.
	"Suck it, y' lil' pissant, suck it like you sucked my fuckin' cock
yesterday....suck it like you wanna drain the cum from it, you fuckin' lil' slut!"
He moved his hand some and shoved his thumb inside my mouth.
	Oh god.......I knew it was his thumb and not his cock somewhere
inside my head.  But, fuck!   When I did what he demanded, I swear it felt
like I was sucking his fat slab of beef at the same time as I was having that
huge cock shoved in and out of my teenage ass!  It drove me insane!!!
	I had to cum!  I had to touch my dick.  I couldn't stand it, the
sensations and excitement were scrambiling my brain!  That massive cock
vacating my ass and leaving it desperate to be filled again...and then shoving
back inside and filling me with more than what seemed humanly possible was
more than I could take!!!
	I began crying against his thumb, humping my hips back to meet
his powerful thrusts and get every centimeter of that hot cock inside my body!
I was right on the verge of cumming, but couldn't get over the edge...going
fucking nuts underneath my brute of an uncle!
	"Oh yeah!  Ride me, y' lil' slut...ride my big fuckin' hog!!"
	He reached up with the hand not at my furiously sucking mouth,
and braced himself with the top of my head...using it for leverage to pound
my ass more severely...a small shock of pain shooting through me every time
his massive balls crashed into my smaller ones.
	"Call me, 'Daddy'!"  He demanded between heaving breaths.
	I barely heard him, carried away on the mind-shattering feel of
him fucking my ass with that huge battering ram and shoving that fat thumb
into my horny mouth.
	"Call me, 'DADDY!' YOU FUCKIN' LIL' PUSSY!!!"  He
yelled, the intensity in his voice telling me he was as close to cumming as I
was.
	"Daddy!"  I garbled around his thumb, not wanting to stop
sucking the thick digit that felt like his cock in my mouth.
	"Oh FUCK!"  He muttered heatedly.
	"AGAIN!!" He demanded, clearly losing control!
	"DADDY!"  I responded, pulling my mouth from his thumb.
	"DADDY!!!"  I cried again, diving back down on that thick
thumb...something in him ordering me to call him 'Daddy' making me even
hotter for him than before!
	"FUCK ME, DADDYYYYYYYY!!"  I yelled, stuggling against
the thumb in my mouth to get the words out....desperate to make him happy,
desperate to have him shoot his load up inside me, and desperate to shoot
my own horny load!
	"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!"  His
voice rose from a low growl to a loud yell.  His rhythmic pounding turned to
brutal stabbing thrusts that went even deeper than before, stretching my ass
even further as his hips slammed his cock in to the bone!
	I thrashed underneath him...my ass, balls, and dick tingling with
an orgasm that was shooting through my body even without my cum shoot-
up through my dick.  I was caught in mid-orgasm, and not able to get com-
pletely over the top...crazed, I was frantic for release.
	I felt his huge cock flexing and dumping load after load of cum
up inside my body, filling my bowels with his thick white hot spew.  Through,
it all, I barely noticed the hand being pulled from my mouth and off my head.
I barely felt the belt being loosened and pulled from my wrists.
	I finally came halfway to the surface from the limbo'ed climax
shattering my mind when he flipped my writhing body onto my back and
climbed up to straddle my chest.
	He jerked my head up to the slimy cum-covered meat jutting
from his hairy crotch, the hair matted and messy with the jism coating the
thicket it at the base of his hulking ass rammer.
	"Suck it, boy!!  Suck it now and fast, y' lil" slut, and you'll bring
me off again!!!"  He half demanded, half yelled like a wild man.
	I dove onto it, tasting his thick salty sweet cum.  I lapped at it,
gulped, swallowed, and milked the big fucking thing for all I was worth...
still squirming and desperately trying to reach around his solid body to get
at my own dick.
	"Oh FUCK!"  He raised up on one knee, and then the other...
dragging my face up with him as he continued fucking my face and throat
full of his sloppy cum-leaking cock.
	He then stood fully up on shakey legs...dragging me onto my
knees in the process.  Grabbing my head in both hands now,  he leaned
forward and began fucking my face viciously!  I lost the ability to do anything
with his cock except kneel there in front of him as he slammed his fat ass-
splitter in and out of my throat!
	In this position, though, I could reach my dick.
	The second I got my hand around it, before I could even get in
one stroke, it began firing off into the grass between Uncle Don's wide-spread
work boots.
	"SUCK!!!" He yelled and pulled his cock out to just the head and
an inch or so.  My hands flew from my spewing dick and up to his hard
tanned pec's...latching on and squeezing the manly solid muscle as his cock
swelled and flooded my mouth with the first eruption of his second load.
	Jet after jet filled my mouth as I hurried to swallow every tasty
deposit, the feel of it filling my mouth over and over equally as hot as the feel
of it splashing against the back of my throat and the thick tube on the under
side of his big meat pulsing against my tongue with each round.
	As the cum belching from the end of his fat cock and his heaving
breaths began to slow, he planted his hands on his hips, "You been with a
girl yet, boy?"
	I shook my head 'no' as I continued milking and nursing his
softening meat.
	"Need t' remedy, that..."  I felt, rather than saw, his brow furrowing
as he looked off into the distance, "...too much pleasure t' be had in this
world t' get all twisted up in jus' one part of it.  Yep, a whoooole lotta
pleasure...."  His voice faded off.
	"Now, clean me up good, fuckhole.  Then, you can rinse your
sorry tail off in the creek."  He returned to his normal booming voice and
abrasive attitude.
	We drove back without anything further being said from either
of us.
	He got out and left me alone in the cab as he walked away and
around the back of the house.  I slid over into the driver's seat and drove off
with my ass still throbbing and my mouth coated in his taste...no longer
carrying the feelings of being dirty and disgusting that I'd woken up with
that morning.
	Somehow, I felt as if a whole new world had opened up.  And,
not only was it okay, it was great...exciting...and wild.  I felt as if I'd just
taken my first significant step toward becoming a man.


***

	Uncle Don fucked the hell out of me several times a year after
that till I went off to college.  It would be five years before I saw him again.
I'd gotten married by that time, in the town where my bride had grown up.
My parents and a few aunts and uncles showed up, but not not Uncle Don
and Aunt Ann.  I called him when I was passing through on my way to a
seminar in Dallas for the company I now worked for.
	He met me at a truckstop restaurant well outside of town,
drilling me with a knowing look when he climbed out of his truck after
pulling into the parking lot.
	After we ate, he tipped his head toward the bathroom of the
nearly deserted place and I followed him in.
	He locked the door, "We gotta make this quick...and YOU
gotta be QUIET!"  Finishing his sentence with a not-puttin'-up-with-any-
bullshit growl.
	I dropped to my knees as he dropped his jeans halfway down
his thighs and sucked him till he began fucking my face as furiously as he
had when I'd been in high school.
	When he came, he pulled out for every other shot and caught
half of what should have been mine to savor with his cupped hand.
	I stopped being disappointed, though, when I realized why.
	As the last of his load was milked from the hulking shaft...
I stood, turned around, and freed my own aching dick as I shoved my
dress slacks and briefs to my ankles.
	I felt one of those big calloused hands I'd come to miss so much
slathering my asshole with the warm cum pooled in his hand as he pushed
me over the bathroom sink.
	I looked up into the mirror as his eyes met mine and he began
forcing my almost re-virginized asshole painfully back open for the first time
in years.
	I bit my lip and clenched my jaw against yelling out as he looked
down at me in self-satisfied arrogance...shoving the whole thing up inside me
in one long, smooth stroke.
	"No one else?"  He asked with a raised eyebrow from his hand-
some rugged face.
	"Um mm."  I answered, tears falling down my now adult cheeks.
	He nodded slowly, easing his long fat cock back out of my cum
lubed hole..."Good."  And, shoved it back in so fast I climbed up onto the
tips of my toes.
	"Still, your Uncle Don's little whore..." he whispered low and
deep, grabbing me by the shoulder and setting in to fuck my ass hard and
deep, building up to slamming into me in the way that'd branded my young
ass as his many years ago when I'd been so young and inexperienced.
	He filled my ass with his huge load and left my hole and my
balls sloppy with the mess that leaked out the sides of his cock as it finished
ramming into my abused ass.
	I was glad I'd learned from that first morning, after he taken the
virginity from my teenage butt, to clean myself out thoroughly when I knew
I'd be seeing him.
	So, I dropped to my knees again and fisted my cock as I
swooped onto his slimy cock and sucked his thick sweet and salty cum off
that thick slab of meat.
	Afterward, I was cleaning the cum off my own dick and hands...
and his off my ass, balls, and thighs when one of those big rough hands
slid down my cheek to take a gentle hold of my jaw.
	He tilted my face up and looked down at me in one of the few
signs of affection he's given me before or since.
	"Good t' see ya, Chip."  Was all he said, with only the slightest
hint of a smile on his weathered face before turning to unlock and walk out
the door.


***

	I'm now thirty-six, and Uncle Don is fifty-eight.
	He's still a big bull of a man...rugged, handsome, and as hard-
working as he was two decades ago.  Though his hair is now steel-grey...all
of it, from head to toe...he's still the most handsome bastard I've ever seen.
	Unlike Uncle Don, I stay in shape at the gym in the Austin where
I work in an office.  It's funny that I stay fit and keep my swimmers build, not
for my wife, but for the few times a year I get to see Uncle Don.  At weddings,
reunions, or any other family get togetherd...we find some reason to head
out on our own for an hour or two.
	Everyone thinks it's great that we seem so close, because he's
still such an overbearing loner.  If they only knew....
	Even though he's still brutal in the way fucks me both in the face
and in the ass, and harsh and abrasive in the things he says to me as well as
the way he continues to force my submission to his larger solid physique and
huge horse-cock...I love the man.
	I love how he treats me like a man and fucks the hell out of me
as if I'm his to do with whatever he wants.  I love how I feel stuffed and filled
with his massive cock...still the biggest I've ever seen anywhere but in maga-
zines.
	And, I stopped feeling sorry for Aunt Ann and their two
daughters years ago.  Though, Uncle Don is far from a touchy-feely man,
there's as much love and affection in a gruff slap on the butt or hand
squeezing a shoulder as there is in long warm hug from other men.
	So I know he loves me, too, in his own stoic way.  Other than
his wife, daughters, and me, there's no one else in the family but me that he
ever physically touches.  Every year I get a birthday card signed almost
illegibly in clumsy scrawled pencil, "Uncle Don and Aunt Ann."  Nothing
more is written inside, and I doubt Aunt Ann knows anything about them.
	I also feel special to him because I don't think there's been
another guy in his life since well before the first time he all but raped my
seventeen year old ass nineteen years ago.  I know there hasn't been another
man for me.
	And.......I doubt there ever will.



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