Date: Sat, 5 Mar 2011 21:48:28 -0800 (PST)
From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Discovering Uncle Tip Chapter 3

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Discovering Uncle Tip  Chapter 3:  Uncle Tip Takes My Ass...HARD!

	I stood there with my stomach twisting inside in a cloud of
diesel exhaust as Mr. Halverson backed his truck out of the bay and
turned it around to head out.  Uncomfortable and a bit shaken by the
intimidating attitude, I turned and kicked the ground with each step on the
way to the back door of the shop.  I needed another beer.  Partly because
I still had Uncle Tip's thick load coating the inside of my mouth.
	I stepped through the door and pulled a beer out of the ice
chest.  I looked for a rag to protect my hand when I twisted the cap off when
Uncle Tip roused from his nap and stretched back in the chair yawning and
groaning as he woke.
	Then, he opened one eye and looked over at me for a second
before saying, "Hell, bring that over here.  Ain't gonna hurt these rough ol'
hands none."
	He stood as I walked over, and took the beer from my hands.
He twisted the cap off and handed it back, but without letting go.
	"What about a refill for yer favorite uncle, too, boy."
	"Oh, heck yeah,"
	I grabbed another and he passed me my open one when I gave
him his.  He tipped his back and swallowed about half of it again when I
noticed his fat flaccid cock and low-swinging balls still hanging out of the rip
in his coveralls.
	He reached down to scratch his crotch when he suddenly bent
over to look when his hand came into contact with sweaty balls instead of
fabric.
	He looked over at me and chuckled as he stuffed his impressive
equipment back inside, "Heh, sometimes the big fella n' his pit-crew getta lil'
'outta hand'....sorry 'bout that, buddy."
	"Oh, don't worry about that on my account, Uncle Tip, I..." Shit,
what was I saying here???  "Um, I mean, it's cool...it's just us guys...and,
umm..."
	"Hey hey, lil' brother," as he put his arm around my shoulders and
steered me toward his house, "don't go gettin' all nervous n' worked up.  Let's
get some feed in our bellies n' relax a bit.  Your uncle needs a smoke n' the
shop's not the best place for it.  Y' know what, let's call your mom n' dad.
We'll let 'em know you're gonna stay over so we can get an early start
tomorrow.  Hell, the I gotta spare room with mattress...might even have a
frame, boy!"
	He clamped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me against
his side as he steered us to the back door of the house.  I reached for the
handle of the screen door when he stopped.
	"Uh uh, cowboy, work clothes go in the washer," he lifted an
eyebrow and pointed to a washer and dryer under an extension of the roof,
"not in the house. 'Start'cher grinnin' n' drop your linen!"
	He kicked off his boots, balancing against the house when he
noticed I hadn't moved.
	In a flash, he had my shorts down around my ankles and smacked
my ass.
	"OUCH!" as I reached back to rub my stinging cheek.
	"Awwwwww, poor lil' boy-tail gotta sting on it," he twisted my
arm behind my back and bent me over, "here, lemme kiss it n' make it better."
	He leaned down as if to kiss my ass, and then smacked me again
instead.  Again, and again and again...but, less hard with each swat.
	Then he let me loose and stepped back...suddenly dark and serious,
breathing kind of hard.
	"Alright, hollywood, enough horseplay.  We need'a git cleaned up,
feed in our bellies, and then a good night's sleep."
	And with that, he began peeling the coveralls down his thick hairy
legs and pulled them off each foot.
	When he stood, he began folding his coveralls up.  Odd, I thought,
as they were just going in the washer.  While he looked down and carefully
folded them up nice and neat, I noticed the snow-white boot sox pooled down
just below his calves.  Well, actually, what I was entranced by was the thick
curling leg-hair spilling over the top of the sox.  Just in time to catch it as he
moved past me to toss them in the machine, I tore my gaze away to look
further up.  There was that long fat cock again half hard and arching outward
in front of him...swaying in the air as he walked past me.
	He looked down and dropped a baseball glove of hand on my
shoulder as he came back.
	"Ahem, better put that pistol away before some poor bastard
loses an eye, boy!" he laughed and the strode inside the house in nothing
but those bright white sox.
	I stripped the rest of the way down before throwing everything
in the washer and then almost sprinting into the house.  I didn't want to miss
one second of seeing my burly rugged uncle and his heavy swinging equipment
if I could help it.  I still didn't think about any other guys.  But, boy, Uncle
Tip sure was setting my teenage body and mind on overdrive.
	The rest of the evening was disappointingly uneventful, and I
was miserably disappointed.  I don't know what I expected, and I probably
would have been terrified if anything happened openly.  But still, MY GOD,
I WAS HOT FOR MY UNCLE!
	Neither of us got dressed.  He sent me in for my shower while
he started dinner.  Bachelor grub he called it.  Two cans of store-bought
chili, a layer of shredded cheese and onions, topped with a layer of tater-tots!
It was actually really good, though, and we both had three bowls before he
headed down the hallway for his shower.
	Of course I followed shortly, but found the door wide open and
me facing the mirror where I was directly in his line of sight.  The curtain was
wide open as he soaped up and I remembered the frosted glass window that
was cracked a couple inches.  So, I turned and ran outside to look in from
that vantage point.
	I sure wasn't disappointed either.  Up on my tip toes, I had a
perfect view of his gorgeous body.  He seemed to keep soaping and re-
soaping as he also kept glancing at the mirror from underneath his eyebrows.
When he finally rinsed and reached for the towel, he actually leaned forward
and tried to look down the hall through the mirror's reflection.
	As he peered down the hallway, I got a chance to really look at
his body for the first time.  There seemed to be hair everywhere!  Yeah, I
knew he was hairy, but I didn't realize HOW hairy!  The dark ringlets sprung
up from all over except where he kept it trimmed at his neck.  Especially thick
on his forearms and calves, his whole body was coated in dark swirling fur.
	Underneath, he was as solid as he looked dressed.  He had
bigger calves and forearms than I'd ever seen.  It seemed as if they started
growing from his wrists and ankles, but then suddenly burst out to stretch the
skin over them to its limit.  Front and back, his thighs looked like tree trunks.
How had I never noticed that before?  Oh, because he never wore shorts I
suddenly remembered.  That fact shown in the pale skin partially hidden
under all that body hair.  From the waist down, it looked like the sun never
touched him.
	His back was rather thick, but mostly average.  What I couldn't
take my eyes off was the rest of it.  Everything was thick, rounded, and
pumped up...not all muscle-bound and stiff, just solid blue-collar muscle.
His arms and shoulders looked as if there were softballs and melons sliced
in half and stuffed under the skin, and his chest almost looked like the front
bumper on a 4x4 pickup...wide and solid, pushing out from the ribcage
underneath.
	What made it all the more sexy, though, was the roundness to
his hard belly.  He wasn't some weightlifter trying to impress.  He was just
a hard-working man built from lifting, pulling, and pushing to get the job
done.  And even his taut gut said he didn't give a rat's ass about looks, his
body came from work...he couldn't care less what it looked like as long as
it helped him.
	For the first time, I considered the differences in our looks.
While the hair on his head and body was a dark red that was almost brown,
and his beard was more obviously red...I was still a toe-head blond.  Uncle
Tip's body was coated in dense wiry fur, I had only grown into a light dusting
of blond which was only slightly darker under my arms and in my groin.  I
had a decent body for my age, though...lean and lithe with baseball player
arms, legs, and chest.  But, mine was nothing compared to my hulking uncle's.
	The girls at school had said more than a few times I looked great
in a t-shirt and baseball cap, commenting on my light-blue "puppy-dog" eyes.
I had my mom's eyes, sloping downward from above my nose under wide
blond eyebrows.  My first girlfriend used to talk about my lips, too.  How
they were wide without puffing out, just thick and "sexy" she would say.
	Now, I did know I had a nice ass, though!  The constant lifting
of hay bales from the ground onto the back of a truck left me with a high
round muscle-butt that left mom buying me pants a size larger in the waist
so my ass would fit inside.  Even the guys at school and on the track team
were envious of my butt.
	As I stood on the balls of my feet, I wished I had Uncle Tip's
height.  At 5'11," I didn't think much about it till I looked at him towering
over everyone.  My eyes moved back to his cock and thought about my
own.  While his had to be over nine inches in length, mine (yes, I'd
measured) was only somewhere over seven.  Respectable and a bit above
average, I still admired the massive width of his...it had to be be more than
twice as thick as my own...possibly three times.  It was huge in its girth.  It
occurred to me that maybe that was why Uncle Tip didn't date much.  His
cock was probably too damned huge for most women!
	I continued watching as he began drying only his heavy python
cock and balls repeatedly, the bulk of them seeming too big to fit between
his legs.  He rolled and flopped them around obscenely.  I watched as his
cock stretched longer and fatter till it was almost completely hard as he
manipulated it distractedly while he continued to keep an eye on the hallway.
	I was stroking my own meat at the sight of my towering hairy
uncle,  all but beating off without knowing I was watching !  My feet were
straining and losing strength, so I gave up my view for a second to rock
back on my heels.  When I did, though, I set one heel down on a twig that
snapped and poked into the underside of my foot making me almost lose
my balance.
	I KNEW he had to have heard both the twig snap and my sharp
inhale at the unexpected flash of pain.  So, without worrying about him hearing,
I ran at top speed back into the house and began washing dishes.
	He walked in a few minutes later, only the towel around his
shoulders for cover.  His walk was slow and lazy as he dipped his pipe into
the tobacco pouch, packing the shredded leaves into the bowl of it.  He tossed
the pouch onto the counter when he reached me and leaned one hip against the
cabinets.  Then, he flicked a match to life and puffed on his pipe till I was
standing in a cloud of its rich fragrant smoke.
	He stood there drawing the smoke into his lungs and then exhaled
it out to roll over my shoulders as it mixed into the air in the room.
	As if something just occurred to him, he straightened and turned
toward the fridge and grabbed a couple beers from inside before returning
to stand beside me at the sink.
	He popped the caps and handed me mine as he pointedly turned
the water off.
	"There'll be more'n enough work t' do t'morrow, champ, without
you bustin' your tail with the dishes...leave it for later."
	Leave what for later, the devilish thought crossed my mind...bustin'
my tail or washing the dishes.  I kind of chuckled inside, though some of it
must've shown on my face as Uncle Tip gave me a questioning look, but didn't
ask.
	"9:30...not much time for any tv...we'll finish these off n' I'll show
ya where your bunkin' t'night."
	"Hell, though," he grabbed me by the back of the neck and
herded me into his living room and over to the couch where he pointed at a
bunch of ribbons and plaques on the wall.
	"I ever tell you while your dad n' other uncles were learnin' t' farm,
I was tearing up the local rodeo whenever there was one around?  Did purty
damn good!  Now, see there, that one..."
	He stepped between the side of the couch and big heavy chest
that served as an end table as he reached for a particular plaque, pipe clenched
between his teeth.
	"AGH!  Goddamnit.......git over here, boy, my big ass just wedged
my leg in here.  Shoulda know good n' well that was gonna happen.  Reach
over n' grab that corner against my leg n' jus' pull it up some."
	I tried, but couldn't get enough leverage, the trunk was heavy!
	"Maybe I should empty it out some before.."
	He grabbed my head and shoved it back down against his thigh
and said, "Forget that crap, boy, jus' fuckin' use me for leverage n' get it
done.  Don't need t' go emptyin' crap out."
	I stood there bent over, the musky scent of his crotch drifting
over me, his hairy balls and floppy meat inches from my face.  I knew if I
didn't do something else quick, I'd have my mouth on that monster fucker
in the next second.  So, I pushed my shoulder into his thigh and jerked at
the trunk.
	He twisted into me as we both started losin' our balance and
my face ended up pressed between his thigh and damp cock and balls.  My
arms grabbed around his gorilla thighs to keep me from taking us both down.
	"HO HO HO NOW BOY!!  All ya had t' do was ask nicely!,"
he laughed as he hauled my up by the arm.
	"Hell, maybe I've had too much brew t' play show n' tell t'night,"
he continued.   "Let's get'cha settled in."
	He showed me the room and how to work the ceiling fan ex-
plaining that he liked to keep the windows closed even in the summer heat
to keep the gnats from gettin into the house through the window screens.
	Then, he grabbed my beer and finished it off for me...said good
night...and gave me a nice view of his wide, muscled, fuzzy ass as he padded
heavily out of the room.
	An hour or two later, I laid there having pushed the sheet and
blanket down to the end of the bed.  The room was warm and humid
without the windows open to let in a breeze.  The heat and the thought of
Uncle Tip sleeping just down the hall, kept my dick rising and falling as I
tried repeatedly to drift of to sleep.  I was just about to get up and wander
down the hall to see if he was also laying naked as he slept.  That's when I
smelled it...pipe smoke.
	Without moving my head, I turned my eyes toward the door.
There was no mistaking the shadowed silhouette filling the doorframe, or
the source of the rich chocolatey smoke thickening the air in the room.
	"Joey?" his deep voice softly questioned as he took one step
into the room.
	"Joey." he said again as he took a couple more steps.
	I wished I'd opened the drapes or the blinds to let some light in,
but the room was pitch black.  I could sense that he'd reached my bed now,
but he was still nothing but an imposing dark shape looming above me.
	Then, he just disappeared.  But a moment later, I felt warm
breath exhaling across my bare dick and balls as the scent of Uncle Tip's
pipe smoke rolled over me in the dark.
	Unexpectedly, I felt his impossibly warm mouth cover the head
of my dick.  Thrown off balance by my huge macho uncle sliding his lips
over my woodie, a long strained groan escaped my lips before I could do
anything about it.
	He stopped for a minute, holding my dick half in his mouth,
before he continued his descent to the root.
	I dropped my hand out to the side of the bed, letting it hang in
the air as I tried to ease it against him while attempting to maintain the
appearance of being asleep.
	As he continued to slowly engulf and then pull back off my dick,
I felt the bed sag at my hips as he placed his hand on the bed just below my
balls.  He must've had his pipe in that hand as I could feel the heat radiating
against my ball-sack.
	The thick fur on his forearm grazed my hairless belly as the other
hand came across and took charge of his pipe.  At that point, my hand got
close enough to brush against an equally furry thigh.
	He slowly shifted his position so my hand eased up the inside of
his thigh till it came in contact with his long thick shaft right at the base.  I
curled my fingers around its girth as it jerked and flexed in my grasp.
	His mouth began to suction as it slightly increased its speed,
taking a break occasionally to draw on his pipe before blowing the warm
smoke over my stiff dick and tightened balls.
	The mattress lifted and then sagged again at my thighs, and his
hand returned to my balls without his pipe.  His fingers and palm stroked
my inner thighs and balls causing me to squirm, making it hard to maintain
the guise of sleeping through the attention.
	His rough calloused fingers stroked and teased the area under
my balls as my legs opened naturally to give him more access.  As his spit
ran down from my dick and into my ass crack, his fingers began delving
inside and stroking over my asshole.
	It contracted and pulled as he continued working my hole,
coaxing it to open as one finger began invading the sensitive flesh and
easing up inside.
	I could no longer maintain my act of being asleep, I only hoped
it appeared I was just now waking as my hand began stroking his heavy
hard cock, feeling the slickness escaping the wide meaty head.
	At the same time, a tingle spread through my groin and up the
underside of my woodie as I felt my own precum flow sporadically into his
suctioning mouth.  He flattened his free hand over my lower belly and slid it
up my chest.  The sandpaper texture of his palm against my soft skin made
me gasp without control as it scraped upwards.  He rolled my nipples, one
after the other, between his thumb and forefinger making me arch and thrust
my dick down his throat.
	His massive hand moved further, slipping over my neck and
pushing my jaw backward.  The feel of his big rugged hand encircling my
neck in his firm grasp left me feeling completely his...owned...mastered...
dominated...and submitting to whatever he wanted of me.
	All the while, his rough fingers continued opening up my hole as
he eased another finger inside me.  As if knowing his fingers were tenderizing
my flesh, he took it slow and surprisingly gentle as he manipulated my hole to
open up for him.
	The tingle in my groin increased and sizzled though my balls and
up my spit-drenched dick as my cum neared the point of erupting.  Slowly
he eased his fingers back out of me, though, leaving me feeling as if a part
of me that made me who I was had suddenly gone missing.  His other hand
slid down from my neck to my hips and as the one that had been at my butt
moved up to the same position on the other side.
	His mouth slid off my dick that was tense with need for release,
and I felt rather than saw in the pitch dark him straighen his legs and rise from
kneeling beside the bed.
	The fear that he was going to walk out leaving me wanting more
paralyzed me until I felt him rolling me over onto my stomach.
	Warmth spread over me with relief as he climbed into bed behind
me, forcing my legs wide while he pulled me up on my knees.
	Then, it hit me!
	"Wait, I've never...I can't..." I cried as I tried to pull away and
get my hips back solidly on the bed.  But, one hand jerked my hips back
against him making his ramrod cock plant itself firmly along my asscrack.
The other hand met the center of my back with enough force to plant my
chest back deep into the
mattress.
	"You lost any choice you had a long time ago, boy." He growled,
his deep voice seeming to rumble across my nerves as much as his touch.
	"I've watched you grow into a damned handsome n' strappin'
young man...seen you watchin' me, followin' me around like a starry-eyed
pup, lookin' at my body, makin' my dick swell every time you did."  he said
as he pumped his hips making his cock slide up and down inside my spit-slit
asscheeks.
	"I almost took you last year," he pulled my hips more firmly
against him and that thick cock spreading my crack, "but, you still seemed
unsure...not ready t' be a man...be a man to a man."
	"But, t'day..." he groaned and dug his thick fingers into my hips,
"fuck...t'day when you swallowed my cock like a starvin' calf after his mother's
milk..."
	Shit!  He hadn't been asleep earlier!  He knew!
	"I knew then n' there, it was time.  It's time you had a man up
deep inside you, fucking you every bit as hard as you need it."
	"And I'll be GODDAMNED," he gritted out through clenched
teeth, "if that man'll be anybody but ME!"
	"Uncle Tip, please!!  I'm NOT ready, I just..." I begged, only to
be cut off.
	"Oh, you're more ready than you know, boy." he half whispered
gruffly almost more to himself than me.
	He eased back so his cock pulled away from my crack, leaving
only the blunt head to slide down until it dipped into the pucker of my asshole.
	"No, please," I begged again as he leaned into me, forcing my
hole to open against my will...cold sweat breaking out across my skin as the
pain of being stretched open for the first time swept over me.
	"Too late for that now."  He pressed harder until the head finally
thrust through.
	"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"  I yelled as my head snapped back
and eyes flew open.  As my asshole, strained to its limit by the huge thickness
of Uncle Tip's mule-dick forced up inside, radiated a dull throbbing pain
outward to the top of my head and tips of my toes.  My whole body felt wave
after wave of the trauma to my boy-hole roll over me.
	"Oh, yeah," he growled as my hole clenched and unclenched,
trying to get used to the mammoth battering ram shoved up inside, "we BOTH
need this, boy."
	I heard him spit and then felt the wetness slide into my crack...
then, pressure...then, just as the pain was subsiding, MORE OF THAT
HUGE COCK FORCING MY HOLE FURTHER OPEN!!
	"Nooooooooooo," I whimpered and squirmed as he buried more
of his monster meat inside my smaller body.
	"Goddamn, you are fuckin' TIGHT!" he gasped breathlessly,
"Push against me, boy, it'll help."
	When I didn't and just laid there hyperventilating as inch after
inch invaded my over-expanded hole, he growled, "Now, look here boy.
I'm gonna fuck you full of my cock.  I'm gonna stretch you so wide, it ain't
ever gonna snap all the way back.  Now, I'm tryin' t' make it easier on ya...
so, do what I'm tellin' ya!"
	So with tears rollin' down my face, I pushed.  The minute I did,
he slid about three more inches inside me.  But, the pain eased off a bit at
the same time.  So, I pushed again and he slid even more of that baseball
bat up inside my ass.
	God!  It felt like it would never end.  I knew it wasn't, but his
cock felt like it was over two feet long!  I felt like that horse-dick of his had
straightened everything out inside me and had rearranged my insides to
make its own private tunnel up to my stomach.  I would have sworn the
head of his huge cock was stuffed up right beside my kidneys by the time
I felt his wiry bush press into the flesh of my cheeks.
	He eased about half of it back out, and then slid it back in for
the first smooth stroke of the whole experience.  It was different.  It didn't
hurt.  My ass was still throbbing, but not in pain any more.  It was almost
as if his cock moving inside me was stroking and massaging my tenderized
hole.
	I could hear the exertion in his breathing and the caress of his
rough hands on my hips as he began a rhythm of forcing his long fat meat
into my body and then dragging it back out to do it all over again.
	What had at first been body-wracking pain became a sensual
haze and warmth radiating from my hole throughout the rest of my body.
Just as my dick was rising to full mast again, he came to a dead stop inside
me.
	Terrified I might have done something wrong...or worse, not
been good enough...I managed to ask, "What'd I do?"
	"Get up." was all I got in answer.  I pulled myself off his cock...
which seemed like it was going to take all my insides out with it from the
suction of that huge slab of flesh exiting my ass...and stood at the side of
the bed as he rose to his feet as well.
	"Now, get your tail over there n' open them blinds, boy."
	I quickly ran over and jerked them up to the sill, forgetting that
he said only to open them.  When I turned around, there he stood.  Legs
braced apart.  Arms up, one holding the pipe to his mouth and the other
holding the match.  Each time he puffed the flame rose and illuminated his
rugged face in firelight.  He looked like some Hercules-type god, all
covered in muscle and dark fur set off by the sheen of sweat over it all.
And lastly, that huge threatening club between his legs standing out obscenely.
	His eyes flicked up to mine as I watched him.
	"Get over here." he said in that deep-barreled voice of his as
he whipped the fire out of the match and just dropped it on the hardwood
floor.
	I came up to him till his cock was just touching my stomach
because of his height.  Spurred on by the sexual tension I couldn't control,
I stepped closer causing his cock to slide up my belly and then lay pressed
between us.
	I thought I saw a hint of self-satified grin cross his face just as
he whipped an arm around my neck and took the pipe from his lips to pull
me up on my toes and into a crushing kiss!  His tongue swept into my mouth
and filled it as his cock had my ass.  It dove down into my throat as his huge
bushy mustache swabbed over my face tickling my nose and bathing the air
in the smoke lingering there.
	Then, he pulled back and shoved me back on the bed.  When
my legs went up, he charged down in between them in a flash.  Before I
knew it, he had my legs in his hands...pipe between his teeth...and the head
of his cock back at my asshole.
	In the moonlight, he looked down at me staring back up in a
mixture of fear and raw need just as he sliced that monster cock of his back
in to the hilt.
	"AWWWWWWWW FUCK !!!" I yelled as I twisted and
clamped my eyes shut against the renewed tears that threatened to flow.
	"You want me t' stop, boy?" he asked sarcastically.
	I just groaned as he ground his hips into me which forced his
cock to twist and stir inside me, doing something crazy with my insides.
	"I asked if you wanted me t' stop!" he demanded.
	"No."  I responded desperately.
	"No, what, boy?"
	"No, I don't want you t' stop." I all but whined.
	"What DO you want?" he asked crudely.
	"I want you t' fuck me, Uncle Tip.  Good god, can't you tell I
want you t' fuck the hell out of me !!!  Jesus !!"  I cried when he stopped
moving inside me.
	"Now, THAT'S more like it, boy.."
	And, with that, he began pistoning in and out of my ass again.
Pipe clenched between his teeth, tree-truck arms pinning my legs back,
thrusting his huge cock into my ass over and over as he loomed above me
in the light streaming from the window.
	Suddenly, he pulled back out and flipped me over onto my
knees again and slammed his horse-dick back up inside me before I even
realized what he'd done.
	He grabbed me by the hips and pounded into me, slamming me
against his thrusts as he battered my ass with that huge, incredibly thick slab
of man meat.
	He twisted his hand in my hair and pulled me back into another
mind-shattering kiss as he continued to fuck me savagely from behind.
	"Oh, jesus, I can't take it any more."  I cried...my body exhausted
and weak, my mind in shambles and spinning out of control.
	"I'll tell you when you've had enough."  he growled, his lips
pressed against my ear.
	He flipped me back on my stomach, skewered on his mule-cock
through the process.  He bent me double and began slamming his hips against
my ass.  He drove his cock into the hilt on every stroke, sending lightning
bolts through my body and head.
	As his sweat dripped from his face and chest down on me, I lost
myself in the smell of him, musky..tart..and all rugged male.
	His hands were on my shoulders, leveraging me in place for the
hammering he was inflicting on my pulverized ass.  My hole was so tender,
I swore I could feel every fucking ridge, fold, and vein on his monster cock
as it raped my ass into oblivion.
	His smell was driving me crazy, though!  Before I knew what I
was doing, I grabbed him around the back and plunged my face into his
armpit!  I slurped and slathered, inhaling deeply...tears streaming down my
face as I cried for reasons I didn't understand.  All I knew was that something
broke inside me, and I had let go completely.
	As my face thrashed in his sweaty armpit and my body thrashed
under his, Uncle Tip suddenly crashed down on top of me pulling my head
back.
	He brought his face down to mine and inhaled his own smell on
me.
	If it was possible, he began pounding me even harder and clamped
his mouth down on mine.  My stiff teenage dick was trapped between us,
buried in the dense fur of his belly.  As he rode me like he'd lost his mind, he
began growling into my mouth.
	Suddenly he drove in so deep, it felt like his cock was up in my
throat!  His body stiffened and he roared into my mouth, forcing my lungs
full of his hot breath.  Then, I felt it.
	That monster cock of his flexed and shot off!  I felt the first jet
hit the walls of the tunnel he'd made of my ass!  As each rope of thick hot
cum spewed from his cock, I felt the force of it repeatedly hitting my insides
and it drove me over the edge!
	I was screaming back into Uncle Tip's mouth as our kiss remained
unbroken.  Both of us roaring into each other as he laid rigid over me with me
twisting wildly underneath...cum racing up from my balls, through my dick and
erupting between us.  Even with the thick hair on his belly, the size of my load
left it running down my sides.
	He stayed buried inside me, continuing to fill my ass with a flood
of his own searing hot cum that seemed it would never stop.  I could feel it
escaping from where my ragged hole no longer had the strength to clamp down
on his meat, smearing down my ass and his balls that laid heavily against me.
	After the last of his spew had whitewashed the whole of my insides
and the mutual yelling subsided, he slumped down on top of me with all his
weight..his fat cock still wedged solidly up inside me.  His face fell to the side
of mine as both our breathing slowly approached normal.
	As I tried to lower my legs, he grumbled in my ear, "Oh, I'm not
through with you yet."