Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2012 15:45:07 -0800 (PST)
From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads Chapter 11:  Uncle Jack and Uncle Statler

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Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 11

Uncle Jack and Uncle Statler


	New Year's eve, damn it.  I was fourteen and Mom had been going to drive
me to a friend's for an overnight party.  She'd gotten a call from the husband of
her best friend, Barbara.  Barbara had been in a head-on collision with a truck
whose driver had a heart attack on the road.  Barbara and Mom had been like
sisters since they were toddlers and, hearing that Barbara was in critical con-
dition and not expected to live, Mom rushed out after calling my two uncles to
come get me.  With Dad snowed in up in Denver, there would've been no one
to stay at home with me.
	Mom had been so upset, I kept my disappointment to myself.
	Uncle Jack and Uncle Statler were not my favorite people in the world.
Big, loud, rough, and tough, they were cattlemen through and through.  Uncle
Jack was forty-four, Uncle Statler was forty-two, while Mom was the youngest
at thirty-four.  When their parents passed away, the large ranch was divided
between the three of them.  Mom and Dad built our house on her third, while
Uncle Jack and Uncle Statler took over my grandparents' house and worked
their two-thirds together.  Neither ever married, I figured it was because no
woman would have either one of them.  Not that they weren't good looking.  No,
both men were handsome, rugged, tall, and well-built.  Either of them could
easily be on the cover of a farming or ranching magazine with their strong mas-
culine features and rangy physiques.
	They worked hard, drank heavily, and got into fights regularly.  Their repu-
tation wasn't one of being troublemakers, just rowdy and somehow always in
the middle of anything newsworthy in our small town.
	As much as I was in awe of them, they also scared and intimidated me.
They laughed too loud, walked too heavily, hugged me too tightly, and played
too roughly with me for as long as I could remember.  That said, though, I did
idolize the two big men.  Dad, an attorney for an oil company, was slender, of
average height like Mom, and dark blond.  There was nothing terribly memor-
able about Dad, where Uncle Jack and Uncle Statler barreled into every situa-
tion like steamrollers and always made a lasting impression...though, not it was
seldom a good impression.
	Mom had already taken off when my uncles pulled up the driveway in
Uncle Jack's three-quarter ton pickup with it's small amber lights running across
the front of the roof of the cab.  I locked the front door behind me and headed
out into the cold with a change of clothes under one arm.
	Uncle Statler climbed out of the passenger side.  Dark curly red hair
was stuffed under a felt cowboy hat, a brown leather jacket covering his gray
flannel shirt, snug jeans with a wide belt and big rodeo buckle, along with his
dusty suede work boots  and wide grin set inside his bushy red beard and mus-
tache left him looking rugged, handsome, and jovial in the rising moonlight.  At
6'2" and about 220 pounds, it was easy for me to feel small beside the big man.
	"Hop on in, sport!"
	I grinned in spite of my unhappiness at having to spend New Year's eve
with these two loud towering men and moved to step onto the siderail and climb
in.
	Uncle Jack nodded stoically, no smile on his heavy German-Irish fea-
tures, as I glanced at his face and moved my eyes down to the seat to slide
inside.  I immediately froze in place, though.
	With the dome light on, the view of Uncle Jack was pure sex and I felt
a tingle kick up under the base of my balls...something that'd never happened
before when looking at any other guy, much less one of my uncles.
	Icy blue eyes sat under thick black arching brows and the brim of a black
felt cowboy hat.  His thick black fu-manchu mustache just lately becoming flecked
with silver drooped down the sides of his chin and though his grizzly beard.  He
was shirtless with only a tan suede and sheepshear coat hanging down the sides
of his exposed stomach and chest all covered in swirling thick black hair.  Baggy
jeans hung low on his hips, and his fly was completely open except for the top
button.  Seated in the truck, his fly gaped in a wide vertical circle with the light
from the roof of the cab pouring inside.  I had a clear view of a wrist-thick slab
of pale cock nestled in flurry of shiny curly black hair.  In the seconds I stared
with wide shocked eyes, that fat silky meat plumped as two lemon-sized balls
pulled upwards inside the opening of his jeans and into view.  I swallowed a
suddenly dry throat and looked back up into his face to see if he'd noticed my
stare.
	Uncle Jack raised one thick caterpillar eyebrow and looked me slowly
up and down.  Then, he locked those icy eyes on mine and just tilted his head
to the opposite side in a quick flick to say, 'get in,' before turning his gaze out
into the headlights spilling across the yard.
	I climbed on in with Uncle Statler sliding in beside me and closing the
door.  Even with all the room in side the cab of the big truck, I was still sandwiched
tightly in between the two large men.
	Once the door closed and with the heater blasting against the cold Texas
air outside, a thick warm cloud of leather, hay, and that natural musk that comes
from strong hardworking men settled around me.
	"Statler, put the boy's damned clothes in the back seat...I need t' back
out."  Uncle Jack ordered as if Uncle Statler should've already thought of it.
	Uncle Statler took my clothes and stretched over me to put them in the
back.  Curling red hair from the open vee in the chest of his shirt tickled my face
and the smell of leather, hay, and big man became extra strong and thick.
	Uncle Jack took my left hand and slapped it down on his thigh impatient-
ly as if I should've known to do it...much in the same way he'd addressed Uncle
Statler about my clothes.
	He threw an arm over the back of the seat and paused a minute looking
into my eyes before turning his head to look behind him and guide the truck back
out of the long drive out to the farm road that would take us to their house.
	When he angled his body to look over his shoulder, his hips shifted to-
ward me and I sucked in a breath feeling the thick meat inside his open fly press
against the back of my hand.  I froze for the second time, my mind spinning as
heat raced up to the top of my head.
	I'd beaten off to looking at naked girls in magazines, I think mostly just
being turned on by the forbidden aspect of it.  This...this contact with another
man, this contact with a man's cock...this was something entirely different.  My
prick was instantly rock hard, painful in its downward position inside my briefs
and pinned against the center seam of my jeans.
	As Uncle Jack moved the truck in reverse back down the driveway and
the cab jostled the three of us around, his fat meat nudged against my hand and
flexed a number of times along the way.  I could feel it firming and hardening.  I
used the movement of the truck to push against it discreetly, dying to wrap my
hand around that big cock and feel it flex inside my grip.  All too soon, though,
we reached the road.  Uncle Jack curved the truck backward onto the road,
turned to face forward, and headed for their house with his thick velvetty cock
now out of my reach.
	Only a few minutes later, we'd driven down the road and the long drive-
way to pull up at their house.  We climbed out and Uncle Statler grabbed my
clothes from the back see.  Then, we followed Uncle Jack to the door.
	Uncle Jack's coat fell just to his waist with his jeans sagging down to hang
just at the farther-most curve of his hard muscled buttocks.  With the moon
shining down, I was treated to a clear view of exposed flesh.  The skin of his
waist was smooth until where his round hard butt cheeks formed two solid
mounds on either side of his crack.  Both were covered in the same swirling
black hair of his chest and stomach converging into a thick dark furry line down
along the center.  I knew it wasn't, but it almost looked as if that hair had been
trimmed so it only covered his asscheeks.  The effect as that solid ass rose
and fell while he walked was sexy as all hell even though I'd never looked at
another guy in that way before.
	Uncle Jack jerked the front door open and led us inside as he peeled
off his coat, threw it on a chair, and headed through the living and dining rooms
into the kitchen.  I got a good look at his wide back as he lumbered heavily
through the house.  That strip of hairless skin I'd seen above his hard muscled
ass only rose about six inches above his waist.  From there up to the hair on the
back of his head...Uncle Jack's back...the backs of his arms...and his shoulders
were covered in the same riot of curling black hair as the furry mounds of his
meaty ass.
	"You eat?"  He asked gruffly without turning around as he opened up a
cabinet to pull out three glasses.
	"Yes sir.  We were just washin' up when Mom got the call about Barbara."
	"Damned shame."  Uncle Jack put his hands on the counter and shook
his head slowly from side to side without turning around.  "That's a good woman.
Mus' be hell on Jim n' the kids right now...your Mom, too.  Statler!!  Put some
more wood on the damned fire, for god's sake, pull your head out your ass!"
	"Jack..."  Uncle Statler started to say something, but was stopped imme-
diatetly by the stern look on Uncle Jack's face when he turned to look over his
shoulder.
	"Be right back..."  He turned instead and left the the room.  The house
was plenty warm enough, even toasty.  But, I sure as heck wasn't going to say
so.
	"New Year's eve...you was s'posed t' go t' some party, weren't 'cha, boy?"
	"Yeah.  No big deal, though."
	Uncle Jack turned and leaned his ass against the counter, folding his arms
across his chest as he looked down at me.  At 6'4" and me at 5'4", he stood an
entire foot taller than me.
	"Gonna be drinkin' there?"
	"Uh..."  I stammered.  How had he known?
	"Close your mouth, boy, I was fourteen once, too, believe it or not.  What've
you had before?  Beer, whiskey, what?"
	"Uh....well, I..."
	"Aw, come on, son.  I'm askin.'  Jus' answer me, for fuck's sake!"  He
growled.
	He said, 'fuck.'  My parents never cussed and I'd've gotten killed if I had.
I'd never heard an adult use that word before, not even Uncle Jack or Uncle
Statler.
	"Beer a few times...whiskey a couple..."
	"Y' like it?"
	"Sure."  He just looked at me with those pale frosty eyes.  "Well, no, not
really."
	Uncle Jack continued looking at me, then barked without moving his eyes,
"STATLER!"
	Uncle Statler rushed back in, Uncle Jack's eyes still on mine.  "Where's
that prissy stuff...that Bailey's and Kahulua crap?  You drink coffee, son?"
	"Jack...."  Uncle Statler started to intercede.
	"Teddy?"  Uncle Jack ignored him.
	"No, don't much like coffee either."
	"Hot chocolate?"
	"Oh, yeah!"
	"Good.  Statler...the Bailey's n' Kahulua crap?"  Uncle Jack turned his
steely gaze at his brother.
	"Jack, I don't think...."
	Uncle Jack moved passed me to stand right in front of Uncle Statler.  I
could see his arm move and Uncle Statler's follow as if Uncle Jack had a hold
of his wrist.  Silence followed as Uncle Statler's shoulder moved forward and
downward in between them.  I couldn't tell exactly what was happening, but
Uncle Statler took a deep, slow, and resigned breath.
	"Jack...."  He still hesitated...then, gave in.  "...it's in the bottom of the
liquor cabinet."
	"Go get it, n' then make the boy some hot chocolate.  It's New Year's eve
n' he got screwed outta goin' t' his party.  They were gonna drink anyway, this
way it's here with us.  Now, get your ass in gear before y' waste the whole damned
night tryin' t' argue with me!"  Uncle Jack roared, spun Uncle Statler around, and
sent him out of the kitchen with a half-playful kick in the ass.
	As he turned back toward me, his fly gaped widely for a second and
gave me a peek at the thick root of his fat pale cock and the forest of dark curly
hair surrounding it.
	"He's a good man..."  My eyes trailed up his hard stomach to the firm
plates of rounded muscle spanning his chest and flowing into mile-wide shoul-
ders.  "...just a stick in the mud sometimes."  My gaze travelled down thick solid
arms to my uncle's big rugged hands.
	"What sports you in now, Teddy?"  He changed the subject and ran his eyes
up and down me.
	"Baseball, track, wrestling...too small for football.  I need t' be big like you
n' Uncle Statler for that."
	"Screw that crap!"  He bellowed, crossing to the fridge.  "Don't let me hear
you talk that shit again, boy.  You don't need t' be nothin' but what you are, n' don't
let nobody tell you no dif'ernt.
	He grabbed some ice and walked over to drop it into two of the glasses
he'd taken from the cabinet earlier.
	"You jus' look at yourself in the mirror n' say, 'I'm a handsome, bad-ass
mother-fucker' everyday till y' think it without sayin' it.  That's what my daddy told
me, n' it's done me a damned good job.  Don't you never go judgin' yourself by
other folks.  Y' hear?"
	"Yes sir."  I said quietly.
	"What?!"  He turned around purposefully.
	"Yes sir."  I said more firmly with a hint of a grin.
	"Why.....jus' look at your ass."  Uncle Jack stepped toward and took my
chin in his big rough hand, tilting my face upward.
	"Them big ol' brown eyes, handsome face, purty blond hair...you're a
handsome lil' devil, son.  N,' you sure are fillin' out right nice for your age."
	"Jack..."  Uncle Statler came back in with a bottle of liquor in each hand
and a third under one arm.
	"Can it, brother.  Look at this boy.  Was we this filled out at fourteen?  No,
the boy's gotta lot t' be proud of.  Look at them arms."  He slid his hands to my
biceps and squeezed.  I did have a good body for my age.  The girls at school
always talked and teased me about it.  All the work on the ranch with Dad away
so much along with playing sports did have me filled out more than anyone else
my age.  People often thought I was two or three years older despite my height.
	I looked at Uncle Statler standing there watching me.  I dropped my
gaze under his examination with my eyes landing on his crotch.  Something long
and thick pressed outward and down a bit across his thigh.  It flexed and slid
an inch or so higher up under his jeans.
	"No, Jack, we weren't."  He said, his voice a little quieter and lower than
before.
	I looked back up surprised...more by how he'd said it than what he'd
said.  There was something in all this I didn't understand.  Something seemed
to be going on between the three of us that left me feeling at the center of it all,
and yet still somehow on the outside.
	"Yeah," I watched Uncle Statler's throat as he swallowed slowly, "you're
gonna break far more'n your share'a hearts.  Sure aint gonna have no trouble
gettin' folks in the sack."
	My eyes shot wide.
	"Statler...."  Uncle Jack warned.
	"You started it."  Uncle Statler broke his stare and moved past us to set
the liquor bottles beside the glasses on the counter top.
	"Shut up n' make the boy his hot chocolate, mouthy bastard."  Uncle Jack
growled.
	"Teddy, go bring a chair in from the livin' room."  He added.
	I walked out, then thought to ask which one.
	I turned and leaned into the doorway, and got the shock of my life.
	Uncle Jack had his hand on the back of Uncle Statler's neck and was
kissing him like there was no tomorrow!  Not only that, he had Uncle Statler's
hand by the wrist and shoved into the opening of his jeans.  As Uncle Jack
ground his mouth against his brother's, Uncle Statler wrestled a huge thick
ten inch fat cock out of the opening.  His hand stroked the substantial loose
skin back and forth across the hard shaft, pulling the heavy foreskin back and
over the glossy plum-sized and colored head of Uncle Jack's massive cock.
	I wanted to stay and watch, but I couldn't.  One, I didn't want to get caught.
Two, I was overloaded!  I didn't know what to think!  No wonder neither of them
ever married!  Shit!
	My mind flew.  I wanted in there.  I'd never thought about other men before.
Now, though, seeing my two big super-masculine uncles getting off on each
other...I wanted to be in there with them!
	I walked into the living room in a daze.  I stopped in the middle of the room
and just stood there, my prick pushing at my briefs and jeans like it was going
to rip right through.  I reached in and adjusted it upward, loving the hot feel of
it in my hand.  I squeezed and massaged the head and shaft of my wide six-
inch hard on, feeling the ooze from the head coating my palm.
	I felt eyes on me and turned to look behind me, forgetting to remove my
hand from my pants.  Uncle Jack stood there leaning against the doorway...
black cowboy hat still firmly in place, bare chested, jeans slung low on his hips,
fly gaping open, big dusty workboots crossed at the ankles with the legs of his
jeans stuffed inside the shafts.
	"Need some help?"  His voice was low, quiet, and deep.
	"...with the chair."  He added at the look of fear on my face at being caught
with my hand down my pants.
	I slowly, guiltily slid my hand out.  "Yeah.  Which one do ya want?"
	He straightened himself up and moved slowly away from the doorframe, his
cock tenting his baggy jeans out obscenely across his hip as his eyes stayed
on mine.
	"This one should be fine."  He picked up a medium-sized leather chair
and took it into the kitchen with me following behind.
	The table in the kitchen was about six feet long and only two and a half
feet wide.  With a chair already in the middle of each of the long sides, Uncle
Jack moved one over and set the one from the living room beside it.
	"You got that hot chocolate ready yet?!"  Uncle Jack barked.
	"Almost done, hold your horses."
	"Slower'n goddamned molasses..."  Uncle Jack walked over and swat-
ted Uncle Statler hard on the ass.
	"Fucker!"  Uncle Statler jerked at the impact, then turned and raised his
face to Uncle Jack...pulling back away immediately as if realizing he'd been
about to do something he shouldn't.
	"Times a-wastin'...it's almost nine for fuck's sake!"  Uncle Jack bellowed
and then stomped over to pour whiskey over the two glasses of ice.
	"Teddy, run your lil' tail back into the livin' room n' turn on the stereo...grab
that deck of cards off the coffee table on your way back, son."  Uncle Jack
ordered.
	I did as asked and came back in, country music filling the house as much
as the warmth from the blazing fireplace.
	Uncle Jack pulled a chair at the table out and motioned for me to sit.  He
dropped his considerable bulk into the one beside it, leaving the chair on the
opposite side for Uncle Statler.
	"Fill his glass half full, then bring them bottles over when you're done."
Uncle Jack ordered, pulling out the cards and shuffling them thoroughly.
	"Play poker, Teddy?"  He asked as Uncle Statler brought over the hot
chocolate and liquor bottles, sitting down on the other side of us afterward.
	"Yeah, but not much.  I mean, I know how...I'm jus' not too good at it."
	"Fine, fine.  Here you deal...five card stud."
	"Jack..."
	"Statler..."
	Whatever Uncle Statler had been about t' say got silenced by a severe
look from Uncle Jack's icy blue eyes and harsh tone of voice.
	Uncle Jack filled the rest of my glass with stuff from the Bailey's bottle
and handed it to me.  I took a sip and looked up in surprise.  It was good!  Uncle
Jack just smiled.
	We played the hand with Uncle Statler coming in the loser instead of me.
	"Well, now...."  Uncle Jack tipped his chair back on two legs, looking back
and forth between the two of us.
	His eyes landed on mine as he dropped his chair and leaned toward me
conspiratorially.  "What should he lose, Teddy?  His pants?  Kinda makes it hard
for a man t' win at anything without his pants.  What'cha say, sport, should we
take his pants right off the bat?"
	"Now, Jack!"
	"You keep your ass quiet, this is me n' Teddy's choice.  Whatta ya say, boy,
wanna take his pants?"
	I grinned, the drink beginning to hit me as I was drinking it pretty fast.
"Yeah, I think we should!"
	Uncle Jack roared out a laugh.  "Alright, brother, you heard the boy...
shuck them jeans!"
	"Jack..."
	"Shuck 'em, shuck 'em, shuck 'em..."  Uncle Jack began demanding, me
joining in the chant as I laughed.
	"Hell..."  Uncle Statler pulled off his boots, stood, and pulled off his jeans.
"Don't think this is a good idea, jus' for the record."  He pulled his boots back
on and sat back down in thin white boxers.
	"Finish your drink, too, loser!"  Uncle Jack ordered.
	This time, Uncle Statler put up no fuss and drained his glass, Uncle Jack
immediately refilling it.
	Uncle Statler lost again.
	Uncle Jack took a long drink from his glass and leaned toward me again
to almost whisper.  "Drawers this time, I'm thinkin.'  What about you?"
	"Drawers sounds good t' me."  I whispered back and nodded as if we
were a team.
	"Drawer's, Stat, get 'em off!"
	"Jack, really, I don't think..."
	"DRAWERS, Statler, NOW!"
	"Shit."  Uncle Statler slid his shorts down without standing up.  With the
table blocking my view, though, I couldn't see a thing.
	Uncle Jack reached over and thumped Uncle Statler's glass.  "Down it."
	He did, and Uncle Jack filled it again.
	"The boy needs some more hot chocolate, brother."  Uncle Jack levelled
a dark stare at my other uncle.
	A pained look crossed Uncle Statler's face.  "Couldn't you get it?"
	"Nope, you're losin'...you're the gopher till you start winnin.' "
	Uncle Statler stood with resignation and turned too quickly for me to get
a peek.  When he brought the pan from the stove, though, a long fat pinkish-
white uncut cock swung heavily below the front tails of his flannel shirt.  I stared
both then, and again when he returned to sit back down.  I found Uncle Jack
watching me intently when I looked back over at him.
	"Deal, son."  His stare and his voice were dark and heavy.  I felt heat, fear,
and excitement slide up my spine.
	I lost that hand.
	Uncle Jack's clear pale eyes looked over into Uncle Statler's already
bleary reddening ones.  "Pants?"
	Uncle Statler lowered his eyes, grinned a half sheepish smile, and nodded,
"Pants."
	I stood and peeled off my tennis shoes and jeans, putting my shoes back
on before sitting back down.
	"Drink, but, y' don't have t' down it, young'un."
	I did as ordered and swallowed half the glass, feeling happy and a little
light-headed from the alcohol.  The room continued getting warmer and warmer
as the fire in the other room roared.  I began feeling damp and noticed the scent
of burly men getting stronger in the air.
	Uncle Jack took the cards and dealt.  This time, Uncle Statler lost again.
	"Shirt?"  Uncle Jack asked me.
	"Shirt!"  I chuckled.
	Uncle Statler merely downed his glass and popped each button before
shrugging out of his shirt.
	"Boy needs another refill."
	Uncle Statler got up unsteadily this time with no attempt at refusal.  I noted
the wide expanse of his pale back as he moved to the stove.  His shoulders
were as broad as his brother's, his waist tapering in above an ass as hairless
as Uncle Jack's was furry...yet equally as muscled and round.  Thick wide thighs
were also void of hair, though they were covered in a mass of red ringlets from
the knees down as were his forearms.
	At 6'2", a couple inches shorter than his brother, his physique looked to be
almost an exact copy of the taller's muscular frame.  When he turned to walk
back to the table, the view from the front was striking.  Wide rounded pecs
were covered in the same thick red-gold curls of his forearms and calves.  A
thick line of it bisected his flat stomach before fanning out above his fat swing-
ing cock.  His balls were full and tight behind his thick meat, and the foreskin
hugged the fat head and outlined the ridge where it met his shaft.  Mom and
Dad had me circumsized, and I was enthralled with the extra skin and the manly
strength it seemed to add to both my uncles' over-sized slabs of cock.
	"Couple more logs on the fire, brother."  Uncle Jack ordered just as Uncle
Statler sat back down.  Uncle Statler just looked across the table until Uncle
Jack raised and eyebrow.  He huffed, got up, and left the room.
	Uncle Jack reached for the bottle of Bailey's and added more to my fresh-
ly refilled drink.  When he set the bottle back on the table and leaned back in
his chair, his long thick cock rolled lazily out of the open fly of his jeans to lay
heavily in his lap.  I looked down and licked my lips without realizing it as Uncle
Statler lurched back into the room and took his seat.
	Uncle Jack scooted his chair closer to mine and handed me the cards.
I shuffled and dealt, taking time to sip on my drink as I studied my hand afterward.
I found it hard to concentrate.  Even though Uncle Statler was naked except for
his cowboy hat, socks, and boots, only his chest and stomach were visible to
from across the table.  Uncle Jack, though...was another story.
	Without having lost a hand, he was still in his boots, socks, jeans, and his
own cowboy hat.  Still, his broad muscled chest and shoulders, long thick arms,
big hands, and strong tight stomach all covered in that frothy black forest of
hair was every bit at sexy as Uncle Statler's near nudity.  The main distraction,
though, was that fat cock snaking out of his fly and across his lap.
	I played badly, easily losing the hand and having to give up my shirt in
the process.  I took another drink, noting how quiet the room had gotten after
Uncle Jack had ordered my shirt off.
	I turned my head to look at him and found his eyes steadily on mine yet
again.  I noticed his drink was still half full and most of the ice melted.  He flicked
his eyes and tilted his head, indicating for me to look at Uncle Statler.  I smiled
and looked back after finding my other uncle now slumped down with his chin
on his chest and eyes closed under the brim of his hat.
	Uncle Jack put a finger to his bearded lips behind that thick drooping
mustache in the universal signal to stay quiet.  Then, he reached over for my
hand and pulled it to lay over his cock.
	Even though I'd been staring at it as often as I could since it'd snaked
its way out of his fly, I was still taken aback by the huge thickness and long length
of it under my palm.
	I didn't look up.  I knew I couldn't.  I couldn't look him in the eyes and keep
touching his fat cock.  The idea of it, the desire for it, was all to new and I was
too unsure of it all to face it or him.  All I could do was go with it without meeting
his stare.
	He moved my hand up and down his length as it firmed and swelled under
my touch, showing me he wanted me to stroke it.  I kept up the movement after
he took his hand away and freed the button of his jeans at his waist and spread
the flaps wide.  Unlike Uncle Statler, Uncle Jack's pelt of thick dark hair traveled
in a solid carpet down from his shoulders without a break...thickening into a mass
above his formidable cock.
	He lifted his hips off his seat and shoved his jeans to his knees.  Even his
legs were a continuation of the black thatch of swirling hair coating everything
else on the front of him.  Very little of the pale skin underneath showed through
the wild mass of dark curls.  Only having a light blond down coming in around
my own prick, I wanted to run my hands and fingers all over him to feel all that
wonderful hair!
	Uncle Jack reached for my upper arm.  I still couldn't look at him in the
face as he pulled me off my chair and down onto my knees in between his.  His
hand slipped around the back of my head, his cock jumping several times in my
hand as it hardened to steel.  I slid one hand up his thigh, thrilling in the bristly
wiry hair sliding between my fingers as I continued stroking his hard cock with
the other.  I moved my hand up his stomach and to his chest, marvelling at how
one pec was bigger than my whole hand.  I loved the feel of the hard round
muscle forcing my hand into a wide curve over it.
	His cock was standing straight up from his crotch, hard and throbbing in
my grip as I stroked up and down.  I could smell him.  Dark, musky, and thick,
the scent rose up from his cock and heavy balls to sink inside my chest.  Knead-
ing his chest left my face poised just above the shiny head of his cock.  Each
time the foreskin pulled back, the fat burgeoning head became wetter and wet-
ter.
	The pressure on the back of my head increased and pulled me closer
to the fat drooling head of Uncle Jack's ten-inch cock.  My stomach flipped when
I realized what he wanted.  The discovery that he wanted me to suck that huge
piece of meat hit me like a ton of bricks.  I heard the groan that escaped from
my chest in reaction before I realized I'd made a sound.
	I opened my lips when my mouth met the slimy head of that big hard cock.
I opened them further, worried my mouth was too small for his thick girth.  The
fat head pushed them to stretch tightly over it as he forced my mouth over the
wide pulpy head.  Immediately precum gushed over my tongue and bathed the
inside of my mouth as he grunted from above me.  Thick, salty, sweet, and tan-
gy...instead of being gross, it was incredible, sexy, and tasted like heaven.  I
wanted more.
	He pushed further until he hit the back of my throat, holding me there as
his cock flexed and pumped more precum into me.  I swallowed greedily, run-
ning my tongue on the underside of his cock and feeling the thick tube running
the length there that seemed to make his cock feel even more muscular and
imposing.
	He eased the pressure on my head and began pushing me on and off his
huge hard meat.  Slowly and firmly, he guided me on and off...bathing my tongue
in his thick tasty precum intermittently.
	Suddenly, he wrapped his strong fingers in my hair and tilted my face up
to look at him.  He stared down as his eyes narrowed and his lips tightened,
"Awwwwwwwww fuck..."  He muttered through clenched teeth as he forced me
down his cock again.
	He pulled me off him and pushed me backward, silently motioning for me
to take off his boots.  Something in that made my stomach flip again.  There
was something so exciting and erotic to me about this big man telling me to take
his boots off, I felt as if I was going to cum on the spot just from sucking his fat
cock and the order to pull off those big dusty workboots.
	He reached down and stroked his massive spit-slick cock as I worked, first
one and then the other boot off each of his feet.  Without being told, I reached
for the legs of his jeans and pulled those off as well.  Afterward, I sat back on
my heels and just looked at him.
	Still in his cowboy hat and slouched down in the chair, he was one incred-
ibly hot sight.  All that muscle-packed, hairy length of his body...thick legs spread
wide and big feet encased in thick boot socks bunched up over his ankles and
calves...stretched out lazily in front of me left me staring in overheated awe at
the big fingered hand stroking his huge thick meat in the center of it all.
	He reached out a hand and motioned with two fingers for me to stand.
When I did, he leaned forward and jerked my briefs to my ankles.  Six inches
of wide teenager dick slapped into the air, just before Uncle Jack moved forward
and sank his mouth over it.  Hot wetness engulfed my dick as my knees threat-
ened to give way.  Before they could, though, he spun me around...bent me at
the waist...and, drove his bearded face up in between my ass cheeks!
	I almost screamed at the hot unexpected contact.  His beard scraped the
tender flesh inside the walls of my asscrack as his tongue shot up inside.  I im-
mediately began spewing my load onto the floor and shaking from head to toe
as my uncle's wicked tongue drilled up into my ass.  I fell forward onto my chair,
Uncle Jack reaching for my hips and grinding his face harder into my ass.  My
dick shot and shot and shot as his tongue fucked my hole and left me quivering
in his big hands.  By the time my load began to fizzle out and he eased that long
thick tongue from deep inside my ass, I was too weak to stand.
	Uncle Jack gave me a minute to catch my breath, then stood up and hauled
me to my feet.  He turned me around and then reached down to milk the last
of my load into his palm before bringing it to his lips and lapping it off.  He bent
down slowly and pressed his lips to mine.  I could smell the clean sweat and
musk from my ass on his mustache and tasted my own cum on his tongue when
he swiped it inside.  He kissed me long and deep, making my toes tingle and
curl as I submitted my mouth to him.
	When he pulled away, he looked over at Uncle Statler sleeping on the other
side of the table before taking me by the arm and leading us both around.
	After cumming and my sexual high fading, it was replaced by feeling guilty,
dirty, and embarassed.  It didn't matter that Uncle Jack had led me into it all, I
just felt I'd done something disgusting and sick.  All I could think about was what
Uncle Jack must think of me.  I was so consumed by guilt and self-digust, I com-
pletely forgot about seeing the two of them together earlier when I'd gone for
the extra chair.  I just knew Uncle Jack was seeing me as his horny faggot ne-
phew.  Why shouldn't a big strong straight man take advantage of having some
young homo suck his fat cock?  I didn't figure he'd tell Mom and Dad about this,
but he would see me as his cocksucking fairy nephew from now on.  I felt sick.
	But, his hands slid up my arms to my shoulders as I looked down at my
other uncle splayed out in his chair in front of me.  I felt Uncle Jack's beard a-
gainst my ear as he whispered, "Statler's a damned good lookin' man, aint he."
	I just nodded, tears threatening to flow as I felt I was getting myself in
deeper and deeper into something I would forever regret.
	"And...so are you..."  His hot breath swirled inside my ear, that tingle in
the base of my balls returning and then jolting up my spine when his thick tongue
swept inside.  My eyes stopped stinging as I sucked in a breath and rose to
the balls of my feet as his tongue lapped and his beard scraped my neck.  I
could feel his cock brushing and nudging into my ass as he stood behind me.
I was sliding back down into a heated sexual haze, my prick jerking into a full
hardon under the big man's attentions.
	Uncle Jack put more pressure on my shoulders, easing me down to my
knees in between Uncle Statler's widespread thick legs and dusty cowboy boots.
Uncle Jack's mouth on my ear left me only half aware of the slow change in
position until I had to slide my arms up Uncle Statler's heavily muscled thighs
for balance.
	Uncle Jack eased his tongue from my ear, but left his mustache brushing
the edges, "Suck him, Teddy."
	The feelings of guilt and self-loathing had all but disappeared, replaced
sinking back into the heat of touching and being touched by my two hot uncles.
	Uncle Statler's long thick flaccid cock hung heavily in front of my face.  It
had to be at least seven fat inches before even getting hard.  I stared at the
thick skin covering the head and shaft, a half inch of thick rosy head and wide
piss slit pressed out from the hood of skin gripping it tightly.  Once again I was
enthralled by the sight of a big uncut cock with the masculine strength in its ap-
pearance from that natural extra skin.
	I must've stared for a while, because Uncle Jack reached one hand up and
eased my head down toward the fat cowled head of Uncle Statler's thick meat.
I turned my head sideways and used my tongue to pull that thick bursting head
into my mouth, Uncle Statler's legs easing farther open in sleeping response.
	I nursed at the head, running my tongue over it, savoring the feel of it
filling my mouth as it began to stretch and thicken.
	"Ummmm, yeah, Bobby...." Uncle Statler mumbled in his sleep.
	Bobby?  Bobby Jonhson?  He was the barber in town and the only Bobby
I knew of.  In his late twenties, he was a handsome guy...always smiling and
friendly, he was in his late twenties and dressed mostly in snug jeans and white
t-shirts that showed off a slim atheletic physique.  It ran through my mind that
Uncle Statler and Uncle Jack both got their hair trimmed there every Friday.
Had Uncle Statler, or both of them, fooled around with Bobby Jonhson?  Or,
was Uncle Statler just fantasizing about it in his sleep?
	I got my answer when he mumbled, "Pull on my balls like last week, boy..."
	I reached up to do as he asked, excited he thought someone else was
sucking his fat cock.  They sat so tight against his crotch, it was hard to get my
fingers around the base of them to pull outward.  Unlike Uncle Jack, whose nuts
hung low at about six inches from his cock in their heavily furred sack, Uncle
Statler's were tight and smooth.  Still, I got my thumb and forefinger around
them and pulled gently and firmly...instantly, Uncle Statler's fat cock shot an-
other couple inches into my mouth as it hardened and swelled.
	Feeling his excitement, I suctioned at the thick meat filling my mouth and
swiped my tongue all over that heavy glorious cock.
	I wanted the head, though.  I wanted that thick sloping knob bared of its
heavy hood of skin and naked for my tongue.  I pulled off it and moved my other
hand from his thigh to grip the tight skin covering his cock.  I moved it backward
and watched in awe as the thick skin peeled back and the fat pink head of Uncle
Statler's cock slowly became exposed to my view.  The last of his foreskin eased
behind and snapped back were there wide ridge met his thick shaft.  Long and
wide, the meaty knob was about three and a half inches in fat length with a long
dramatic slope flaring out so that the ridge stood away about a half inch from
the shaft.
	Uncle Jack eased in beside me as I stared and admired the fat knob in
front of me.
	He leaned his face in beside mine and drilled those frosty blue eyes into
mine.  "Go ahead, suck that big fucker."
	His hand on the back of my head pressed me forward to do just what I
wanted to.  I groaned at the same time as Uncle Statler when his thick head
pressed my lips wide and slid in over my tongue.  I rocked my hips from side
to side in the thrill of that fat uncovered cock head stuffing my mouth.  My tongue
went crazy slurping and lapping at the thick spongy flesh, diving into the piss
slit and tasting every flavor of my burly red-headed uncle's cock.
	"Oh yeah, son, suck that big bastard...suck Statler's fat meat, boy."  Uncle
Jack grunted quietly.
	I began moving my mouth up and down what of that big cock I could get
inside my mouth.  I gripped and stroked the shaft tightly with my lips, loving the
feel of the ridged gristle vibrating my lips as I moved my mouth forward and back.
I attacked the head with my tounge, slashing it over every fat swollen curve of
the firm juicy flesh.
	I was really going at it when Uncle Jack rose up on one knee and shoved
his cock into my face along side Uncle Statler's.  Still holding Uncle Statler's
cock by the base, I left off sucking him and dove onto Uncle Jack's fat drooling
cock.
	Precum once again poured into my mouth.  Clearly Uncle Jack was the
'leaker' of the two, feeding me dose after dose of thick salty sweet syrup as he
grabbed the back of my head and fucked his cock in and out of my mouth.
	"Jack!  What the...???  NO!  JACK!  NO!!!"  Uncle Statler woke up and
started to pull himself up in his chair.
	Uncle Jack nearly knocked him and his chair backward when he slammed
a muscle-packed arm into his brother's chest and pinned him back in place.
	"Shut up, you hot fucker!"  Uncle Jack growled and stretched up to silence
Uncle Statler with a powerful demanding kiss.
	The hand on the back of my head pulled me off Uncle Jack's drooling meat
and forced me back on Uncle Statler's throbbing cock.  Uncle Statler's legs shot
out strained on either side of us as he groaned and began pumping his hips
into my face.
	Uncle Jack moved one hand up to Uncle Statler's chest and began knead-
ing the strong muscle there.  Then, his thumb and forefinger moved to one of
Uncle Statler's nipples and began twisting and pulling at the sensitive nub.
	Uncle Statler began groaning and jerking his hips, fucking his fat meat in
and out of my mouth faster and faster.
	Uncle Jack took the hand from the back of my head and ran it through
all the spit from my mouth coating Uncle Statler's balls.  Then, he reached un-
derneath and shoved one or more fat fingers up into Uncle Statler's asshole.
	The effect was instantaneous.
	Uncle Statler began bucking in his chair and fucking his cock harshly into
my mouth.  He reached down and grabbed the back of my head as he began
yelling into the demanding kiss Uncle Jack had him locked into.  He shoved
past the back of my throat and buried his cock down toward my stomach.  My
throat spasmed and convulsed around his fat meat as I flailed under the feeling
of being choked by big thick uncle-cock.
	Uncle Statler's hand flew from the back of my head to the top and grabbed
a fistful of my hair.  He began slamming me on and off his jerking cock, shoving
my throat open on each stroke and pounding the big cock down into my belly.
At the same time, his balls let loose as a roar erupted from his chest and loads
of thick white-hot cum began blasting inside my mouth.  I stuggled, coughed,
sputtered, and swallowed the huge flow of cum bursting from his hot fat cock.
Over and over he fucked my throat and dumped blast after thick blast of salty
cock juice inside me.  I gulped and swallowed as he poured more and more
cum into me as if it would never stop.
	His hips kept bucking, Uncle Jack kept twisting his nipple and shoving his
fingers inside Uncle Statler's receptive ass, and through it all dumping more and
more of his load into me.
	When he finally slumped back and Uncle Jack eased away from him, I had
cum all over my face, dripping down my neck, and sliding down my chest.  My
own dick was jerking in my crotch and pressing into the floor in its own pool of
cum.  I'd shot my load without even realizing it, and without touching it for the
second time that evening.
	The realization reignited fire inside me, and I began nuzzling and milking
Uncle Statler's softening cock with renewed vigor.  The loss of some of its hard-
ness left it easier for me to manuever and manipulate it.  Now knowing I could,
I pressed upward and sank his fat floppy cock back down my throat...loving the
feel of it filling my mouth and stuffing my throat.
	"Jack, damn it.  We shouldn't have.  He's just a kid, goddamn it."  Uncle
Statler complained angrily.
	"How many fuckin' times have you been the one t' bring up how hot the
boy is and how much you'd like t' get him into bed?"  Uncle Jack growled back.
"N,' how old were you when you first took my cock up your ass?  Thirteen?
Fourteen?"
	"N,' look at him..."  Uncle Jack pushed away to let Uncle Statler look down
his chest to where I was sucking and nursing on his fat meat, still gripping his
big tight hairless balls in my hand.  "...that boy loves your cock, brother."
	Uncle Jack stood and moved around to knock Uncle Statler's cowboy hat
to the floor and press his long fat hard cock across his face.  "Now, jus' shut the
fuck up n' suck my dick, y' big sexy bastard..."  The last said with another low
growl.
	Uncle Statler's bleary eyes drifted closed as his cock stretched and began
hardening in my mouth again as his mouth opened to take Uncle Jack's big dick
inside.
	Uncle Jack turned his face to look down at me, frosty blue eyes heating up
with fire behind them as his gaze roved from my face down my back to my up-
turned ass and back again.  Staring at me, he pistoned his long thick meat in
and out of his brother's red-bearded mouth...leaving droplets of spit in Uncle
Statler's beard and mustache as he stroked.
	Soon, he pulled away and moved slowly behind me.  Something I couldn't
see passed between them when Uncle Statler's eyes widened and his mouth
opened to say something.  A resigned look passed over his eyes as he shut
both them and his mouth as if giving in to whatever his brother was about to do.
	I felt Uncle Jack's hand reach underneath my dick and then slather my own
warm cum across my exposed fourteen year old asshole.  The feel of his thick
fingers brushing across my hole sent electricity racing from my balls up my
spine.  I sucked harder on Uncle Statler's once again rigid fat cock as Uncle
Jack reached his other hand up and slid my hard dick and balls backward be-
tween my legs.
	I felt his warm wet mouth slide over my hardon until his nose pressed
into my balls at the same time as I choked on a gasp from the sensation of
feeling one big thick finger press my tiny asshole open and slide inside.
	Oh god!  Was this what Uncle Statler had felt when Uncle Jack slid his
finger/s inside his own asshole?  The feeling was new, raw, abrasive, hot, and
sexy as all hell.  I hated and loved it all at the same time.  Part of what lessened
the discomfort was that it was my big, handsome, rough uncle behind me stuffing
that meaty finger inside my ass.  Two other parts were having Uncle Statler's
cock stuffed down my throat and Uncle Jack's mouth chewing away on my hard
dick.
	I groaned deeply as the need to cum again washed over me.  Even
though I'd just shot my second load, my dick already ached with need for release
again.  I pushed back, trying to sink more of my dick into Uncle Jack's furry wet
mouth and more of that thick finger up inside me.
	"Oh fuck..."  Uncle Statler groaned.  I looked up to find him staring down
with depraved heat covering his features as he manipulated one of the nipples
on his own chest.
	I gasped on his cock as Uncle Jack pushed another finger up inside my
hole, the additional stretch making me feel faint...yet still soaring inside with the
sensation of my big uncle opening my ass up.  The realization of what was ul-
timately coming slowly dawned on me as heat rushed through me at the thought
of it.
	Uncle Jack was going to fuck me.
	Oh man!  I dove onto Uncle Statler's cock, sucking, slurping, and forcing
it down my throat.  I gyrated my hips against Uncle Jack's hand as he stuffed a
third finger up inside me and sucked even harder on my stiff teenage dick.
	Just when I was about to careen over the edge and shoot my third load
into my uncle's hot mouth, he pulled back and repositioned himself behind me.
	I felt the blunt head of his cock at the gateway to my ass...nudging, pulsing,
and pushing.
	He just held it there, neither pulling away nor pushing inside.  He was driving
me nuts with the pressure against my hole just vacated by his three rough fingers.
I wanted him.  I wanted him inside me.  I wanted him buried deep and stretching
me out.  At the same time, I was scared.  But, that fear only seemed to make
me hotter for having his huge cock inside me.
	I pushed back.  I pushed back and felt my asshole open over the head of
his cock as it pushed inside.  I felt my assring snap behind the head as a slight
dull pain coursed through me.
	I pulled away, but he followed me.  I let Uncle Statler's cock fall from my
mouth and climbed my way up his chest until his hard thick cock was pressing
into my stomach and his rugged bearded handsome face was just inches from
my own.  I stared up at him, silently begging for something I couldn't identify.
	He slid his arms around my back and pulled me into a deep comforting
kiss as Uncle Jack slowly slid inch after inch of his massive cock up into my
struggling tight young ass.
	I groaned and cried at the enormity of it as Uncle Statler probed my mouth
with his fat tongue and hugged me posessively.  His big calloused hands stroked
my back as his beard scraped my face and his mouth took over my own.
	"Oh fuck, Teddy..."  Uncle Statler pulled my head down to his chest and
then dipped his down to recapture my mouth.  Uncle Jack began stroking my
back as he eased his cock back out of me.  I felt so loved, so safe, so wanted,
and so hot nestled tightly between the two of these big, rough, and rugged
burly men.
	I felt like this must be what doing drugs must feel like.  It was as if I was
soaring on a hot wet cloud of sweat and hairy muscle.  Uncle Jack's massive
cock up inside me left me feeling like my whole body was a tight sleeve for that
huge meat and that his fucking of my ass rode out through every inch of me.
	Uncle Jack shoved back inside, forcing my ass to stretch tight and hard
around his gristly cock.  Every texture of that big bulky meat seemed to set the
nerve endings around and inside my ass in fire.  It felt as if flames were licking
at my insides as he straightened out the tunnel of my ass with his long fat cock
and buried it into the hilt.
	He withdrew again, and then thrust back inside with more power and need
than before.  He stretched over me and pressed his face in between Uncle
Statler's and my own.  Both of us attacked Uncle Jack's tongue when he slid it
out to join our kiss.  The three of us groaned in unison as Uncle Jack pulled his
fat cock out of my ass and then slammed it back inside.  All three of us jerked
with the impact and our threeway kiss began becoming more hot and desperate
in our battling tongues and demanding lips.
	So, this was what it felt like to get fucked!  Oh god....I was in heaven!
Uncle Jack's cock was doing crazy things to my insides...shoving them around,
rearranging, thrusting them apart, and slamming deep into my belly.
	I could feel the sweat pouring off me and Uncle Statler as I slid back and
forth across his hairy chest, stomach, and fat rigid cock.  It was as if Uncle
Statler's cock pressed into my stomach from the outside while Uncle Jack's
pressed outward from the inside, meeting with only my skin separating the two
massive slabs of hard cock.
	Uncle Jack's overly hairy chest and stomach scraped back and forth across
my back, and the wiry hair on his legs sandpapered the back of my thighs and
smooth ass.  The sensation was fiery, hot, and electric as the bigger man fucked
my tight young asshole for the first time in my life.  His sweat and mine poured
off of us, frothing in the hair of his body and streaming down my sides to mix
with Uncle Statler's.
	Harder and harder, Uncle Jack fucked me.  Harder and harder, the three of
us kissed and sucked at each others' lips and tongues.  More and more furiously,
I slid back and forth over Uncle Statler's big cock branding my stomach as Uncle
Jack began demolishing my asshole with his own mammoth horse cock.
	"Oh please!!!  Pleeeeeease!!!!"   I cried, tears now pouring down my face
from the intense pleasure wracking through my whole body.  I needed to cum
again.  I felt like I would lose my mind if I didn't.  The feel of both those two
huge cocks, one crashing in and out of my tender ass while the other arched
into my stomach from the outside, left me feeling as if I was owned by those
two massive rancher cowboy cocks.
	Uncle Jack pulled back and grabbed my hips with a demanding iron grip
from his two big rough hands.  He began pulling all the way out and then busting
past my assring to slam deep into my guts.  The impact threw me on and off
off Uncle Statler's chest and lap as I cried, "Ohhhhhhhhhh godddddd!!!!"
	"Oh yeah, Jack, fuck him.  FUCK HIM!!!!"  Uncle Statler yelled and then
grabbed my head to shove his cock back down my throat as the first blast of
cum raced up the thick shaft and exploded inside my mouth.  Jets of cum spew-
from the sides of my mouth and into the tangle of sweaty red curls surrounding
the base of Uncle Statler's fat meat as I gagged and swallowed at his thick load.
	Uncle Jack began rising to his feet, taking me with him without breaking
the stride of his deep fucking that huge cock into the depths of my ass.  I stum-
bled each time he barreled into me, finally losing contact with Uncle Statler's
spewing cock as another thick jet of cum coated the inside of my mouth.  I held
it there and washed my tongue through it as Uncle Jack slammed me further
and further across Uncle Statler's reclined body.
	I was straddling the big man with my dick only inches from his face when
my own load began bursting from my prick.  Uncle Statler dove onto my dick
and began swallowing every drop as Uncle Jack began roaring from behind
me.
	"AAAAGGHHHHHHHHH  AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH FUCK FUCK
AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!"  He began slamming into me brutally,
shoving the cum from my dick as his own began splashing against the innner
walls of my ass.
	Uncle Statler pulled off my erupting dick, taking my load all over his face,
"FUCK ME, JACK!!!  WRECK MY HOLE, BROTHER!  HURT ME, MAN, HURT
ME !!!!"
	Uncle Jack jerked his cock from my aching sloppy hole and pulled Uncle
Statler's legs up behind mine.  Bending his knees, he slammed his huge cock
up into Uncle Statler's unprepared asshole and received a guttural scream from
his brother as Uncle Statler's cock began spewing cum up onto my stomach.
Even though he'd cum only a minute ago for the second time, he still splattered
shot after shot of thick cum onto my stomach at the same time as his brother
fucked the last shots of his own load up into Uncle Statler's rammed open ass.
	The last of our loads dribbling from the ends of two big adult cocks and
one teenage dick, we slowly collapsed on top of each other in a pile of men,
sweat, and cum.  The air was thick with it and the sounds of heaving chests.
	With my head in his lap on top of his fat softening cock, I slid my arms
around Uncle Statler's waist at the same time as Uncle Jack slid his up my back
and joined mine in pressing the three of us tightly together.
	It wasn't yet midnight, but it was already the start of a whole new year.

(To be continued.)


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