Date: Mon, 17 May 1999 09:38:11 EDT
From: Roarrr201@aol.com
Subject: Family Fuck Part 3

FAMILY FUCK

written by: Roarrr201@aol.com All rights reserved.


Warning: If you are offended by graphic descriptions of sex between men,
you should stop reading now.

This story is a fantasy. People frequently have unsafe sex in it - please
don't feel encouraged to do the same. You might risk your life.



Family Fuck

Part III


Slowly he turned me around with strong hands. Our eyes locked when we
finally faced each other. For long moments I stared into his dark,
inscrutable eyes and my heart swelled and throbbed in unison with my
rockhard dick while I saw my upturned, glowing face reflected in the
shining mirrors of his pupils. Holding his gaze firmly on my face, he drew
me close into a tight embrace, crushing my heaving chest against his
bulging, sweaty pecs. Once again I felt like a toy in his mighty arm - an
animate, panting, sighing toy with an aching, drooling hard-on.

At last a smile appeared on his lips that slowly broadened into a wide
grin. Beaming at me, his mouth only an inch or so above my lips, he said
very softly:

"You're pretty good at sneaking up to a man, Simon, but I'm even better at
acting. 'The Sleeping Man' is my best part. You have to admit that."

Shaking and squirming in his embrace I blushed, feeling like a fool, but
still managed to croak:

"Yeah... wonderful performance, unc... I mean: Bob! Loved every minute of
it! But to be honest I think your other part is even better."

"Which one is that?"

"The... err... the jack-off part at the end - that really got me, you
know. Pity that my view was somewhat obstructed."

He laughed softly and held me even more tight, his lips hovering right
above my mouth, and then he said:

"Would you care for another run, Simon?"

Intoxicated by the sweet smell of his breath and trembling as if in fever I
stuttered:

"Yeah... yeah... oh yeah... but... but what about bringing in another
character... I think that could offer more... more variety and... and more
excitement than a one-man play...  I've always wanted to be in a show, you
know... maybe... maybe I could start with a non-speaking part? What do you
think?"

"Brilliant idea... non-speaking, yeah... but otherwise the part I intended
for you demands a lot of panting, sighing, moaning, groaning and then,
finally, screaming and yelling. And I mean real screaming, you
know... uninhibited, even ecstatic screaming... yeah, ecstatic
screaming. Do you feel up to that, nephew?"

All I could was to nod. I felt as if my skin would burst with excitement.

He licked his lips suggestively and murmured:

"Of course I'm here to help you with that. Ready for the first rehearsal?"

Once again my voice failed me and so I just nodded for the second time.

And then he kissed me and I proved instantly that I was indeed very good at
groaning. His mouth met mine and my lips parted and my tongue darted out
enthusiastically and started to battle with his strong, slighty raspy
tongue, but his was stronger and more experienced and so he drove it deep
down inside between my gaping, straining lips with a spirited glee. I
gasped and moaned and drank down his spit that ran into my mouth and my
mind reeled with the quick circulations of that slippery, wet muscle that
twisted and turned arousingly around my own tongue and then I sucked hard
to pull his tongue as far inside my mouth and throat as possible. I heard
him groan deep down in his mighty chest in response and that made my hard
dick jerk and itch in my pants. Never breaking the pressure of our swirling
tongues against each other we battled for predominance, our mouths gaping,
lips straining, tongues writhing, lapping, shoving, pushing and sucking in
turns, ramming into the other mouth as deep as possible, swirling up and
down, back and forth, eager to reach every area of the hot, wet
crevice. Every now and then my hot, young uncle pulled my eager tongue so
relentlessly down into his sucking mouth that it hurt delightfully at its
roots deep down in my throat and that feeling made my whole body shake with
delight. My lips started to feel slightly sore because of the strong ,
prickly stubbles that surrounded his sensuous mouth but still I wanted
more... more of his lips... more of his tongue... more of his spit...

He broke the kiss when it became almost unbearable intense, so intense that
I thought that I could cum again just by kissing this man. Our eyes locked
again and I held his dark gaze for a long time, heaving and panting in his
arms. Not a word was spoken but I sensed that I had never been so close to
anyone before, that I had never communicated with anyone in a way that
could compare to this situation, to these silent moments in our kitchen
when nothing could be heard except my panting and my uncle's strained
breathing. Then he kissed me again, tenderly this time, brushing his mouth
teasingly and very lighty over my swollen, burning lips and I closed my
eyes and leaned into him with buggling knees and felt safe, really safe,
more safe than I could remember...

Finally he released me from his tight embrace, stepped back and looked me
up from head to toe while I tried to regain my breath. This was almost
impossible since he stood in front of me, stark naked, his body gleaming
with sweat in the warm sun-light, his giant dick rockhard, arching high up
into the air out of his crotch, reaching up to his flat stomach. The
mammoth rod of pulsing man-meat swayed gently up and down and clear drops
of pre-cum appeared at the large piss-slit that gaped at me. I longed to
grasp it, to feel its heat and pulse in my hand, but still it intimidated
me immensely. So I just stood and stared, my eyes roaming freely over his
hard-muscled, hairy body again and again, until he chuckled:

"I'm waiting for you, Simon. This is not a dress rehearsal yet, you know."

I stared at him dumb-folded until I finally got him. And so I dropped my
pants and boxers with trembling hands down to the floor, stepped out of
them and stood stark naked in front of my adored uncle for the first
time. I had still felt very insecure and nervous when I got rid of my
pants, but then I heard Bob softly whistling through his teeth when he saw
my rockhard dick. I became more confident and straightened my body under
his gaze and he stepped closer and started to run his hands over my chest
and arms. The thick shaft of his giant dick was pressed against my right
thigh. Slowly my skin down there was coated with a thin layer of his sticky
pre-cum. His head bent and his mouth very close to my ear, he accompanied
the light movements of his strong-fingered hands on my trembling body with
a softly murmured chant of praise and approval that flattered me even more
than his tender touch and send an additional wave of excitement down my
spine. He seemed more to speak to himself than to me and I listened
enraptured to his husky voice while his hands ran freely over my naked
torso:

"Look at that... just look at that! And all this was always hidden under
those over-sized shirts and baggy pants. What a waste, man.. what a waste!
Here's the family heritage... darkly hued skin...broad shoulders... wide
chest... bulging pecs... strong biceps... tiny, hard nipples... that get
very stiff when you run a fingertip over them... yeah, really stiff... like
that... and like that too... really stiff... and all that hair... amazing
in a boy of your age... really amazing... that's the family heritage... my
side of the family, of course... not your Dad's... he hasn't got a single
hair on his chest... no wonder... Swedish descent... but we're
different... very different... the men of the Monterone family have all
been very hairy... very hairy... bears... like my dad... like me... and
like you... you're one of us... I don't remember so much hair on me when I
was your age...look at that chest... already covered by a nice mat of
strong, dark hair... the boy's not a boy anymore... but a man... yeah, a
real man... only he doesn't know it yet... a hot, sexy man... a hot, sexy
man with huge, hairy balls... and with a big dick... really big... and
thick... really thick... never saw a boy of your age hung like
that... never... hung like a horse...yeah, like a horse... how long is
it?... that dick of yours... that beautiful, huge dick... how many inches
of hard cock?... no, don't tell me... don't tell me... let me guess... no,
let me measure it... yeah, I'll measure my hot nephew's hot, hard dick with
my hand... I'll close my hand around the thick, pulsing shaft... and see
how many inches still stick out... and then I will also know how thick it
is... can I close my fingers around the shaft?... or is it too thick for
that?... can it be that thick?... this rod of yours... let me see... yeah,
let me see."

Slowly he ran his hand over my stomach and my whole body shook with
overwhelming sensations as I felt that the tips of his fingers approached
my jerking, drooling dick. I moaned in anticipation of the tight grip of
his strong hand on my cock, but he was a expert in teasing: instead of
grabbing it right away he groped his way down into my crotch, encircling my
aching, itching balls and my pulsing, drooling dick with playful fingertips
in a wide helix. I knew perfectly well that my cock was pretty huge because
I had registered the other boys' badly hidden, envious stares in the
locker-room and under the shovers again and again over the course of the
last years - and they had only seen it halfhard at the best since I never
allowed myself to throw a boner in front of all these nerds. Some of them
always tried to tease me with my 'over-sized member' and so I had got to be
called by the nickname 'XXL', but up to then the size of my dick hadn't
been so important to me: size doesn't matter that much in solitary jack-off
sessions - and I had had no other sexual experiences than these. But when I
sensed and heard that my adored, young uncle was impressed by my cock I
became proud of it too, very proud.

Of course I could have told Bob the precise dimensions of my hard dick any
second since I had secretly measured it several times, but it was something
different, something completley different, to hear these figures from him
and so I waited for that moment just as eager as for the feeling of his
fingers on my throbbing dick. But my uncle still took his time: I felt a
soft touch at my balls, a touch light as a feather but it made my dick jerk
like mad and drool with clear, sticky lube like a leaking faucet. Then this
light touch was to be felt in my crotch hair too and I held my breath. A
finger started down at the base of my twitching prick and worked his way up
slowly, very slowly.... up on the pulsing, trobbing shaft... milimetre by
milimetre... inch by inch... checking out every single vein and the
undercord... getting to the slick part just below the head... tracing the
rim of the huge head... circling the crown... grazing over the gaping
piss-hole... spreading the sticky, oily pre-cum over the sensitive skin of
the huge prickhead with teasing slowness.

I moaned and groaned deep down in my chest and then, at last, I felt his
hand, his strong fingers and his hot, slighty wet palm, close slowly but
firmly around my jerking rod and I closed my eyes and threw my head back
into my neck in ecstasy, while the thick shaft of my cock jerked and
spasmed in my hot uncle's tight grip. When he spoke again, his voice
sounded even more husky than before:

"Now, let's see... let me see... here we have this dick... hard and thick
in my hand... so hard... and hot... so hot... like it's going to burn holes
in my skin... how long is it?... how many inches of hard, jerking cock has
this boy got?... how many?... mmhhh... I need the other hand too... many
inches still stick out of my palm... yeah, this boy is hung... really
hung... now... here we are... both my hands wrapped around your thick dick
now, Simon... getting all slimy with all that lube that comes out of your
piss-slit... all slippery... this is difficult... really difficult... how
can I measure this rod when it's so slippery?... sliding back and forth in
my palm all by itself... with the pulse of your heart in this rod... this
ramrod... but I'm getting distracted... let's estimate... since I haven't
got a ruler on me... I reckon... this dick... to be at least... at
least... three and a half inches thick... and... wait a minute... wait a
minute... and seven inches long... yeah, seven inches! Am I right, Simon?
Am I right?"

Slowly I opened my eyes again. His face was right in front of me and our
eyes locked immediately. His dark gaze send another electric shiver down my
spine, but somehow I managed to stammer with heaving chest:

"Yeah... yeah... you're right, Bob... you're right... my compliments... you
must be an expert... in measuring dicks... just with your hands... in
measuring a dick... just by holding it... holding it tight... is there a
trick to it?... or is it just... just experience?"

But he wasn't in the mood for teasing. He held my aching, jerking dick in
his motionless hands, slowly, methodically increasing the pressure of his
palms on the pulsing rod, and stared with dark, unblinking eyes down on me
and then he said very softly, his lighty parted lips only a fraction of an
inch above my mouth so that I felt his hot breath on my skin:

"You wanna cum, Simon? You wanna cum?"

I was ready to shoot my load any second but still I wanted this to
last. Everything added to my excitement, not only the touch of my hot
uncle's hot hands on my cock, but also the heat and the strong,
intoxicating scent of his heaving body, the scraping of his wiry chest hair
on my sensitive, hard nipples, the sight of his handsome face and his
lust-glazed eyes right above my face, the fact that he clearly enjoyed my
excitement and that it excited him that I became more and more excited, the
sound of my own panting - everything made me hotter than I had ever been
before. Yeah, I wanted to cum desparately - but there were also other
things I wanted.

With the greatest effort I controlled myself until the urge to shoot my
jism right then and there subsided and then I gasped:

"No... no... please... no... no... not yet... not yet... Bob... not yet!
Let me... please... let me... touch you too... let me... please let
me... touch... your dick... please let me touch it too... and
then... then... I'm ready... ready to cum... to cum with you, Bob!"

He chuckled softly, never reverting his eyes from my face, like a magician
who has hynotized his victim, and said:

"Thought you'd never ask! Okay, go ahead, Simon. Go ahead... and feel me
up. Feel my dick... just for a beginning! It's all yours... every fuckin'
inch of it!"

And so I reached down with shaking fingers and sweaty palms and grasped at
my uncle's giant dick, admiring its hardness, its incredible heat. The
thick shaft jumped when I touched it and jerked violently. I couldn't close
my fingers around the thick, undulating rod that felt like an iron bar with
a casing of warm and very smooth silk. At first I squeezed this rod of hot,
throbbing man-meat only tentatively, but then I became more confident and
so I began to run my hand back and forth, stroking, jerking, squeezing,
tracing my fingertips over the huge, lube-juiced dickhead with its gaping
piss-slit. More pre-cum appeared at the slit in the large, mush-roomed
shaped head and I spread it over the smooth skin in wide circles. My uncle
hissed, held his breath and swallowed hard. With a quick movement of one of
his hands he stopped me. Then he said:

"Just hold it... like I'm holdin' yours... hold it tight... real
tight... with both hands... like I'm holdin' your dick,
Simon... tight... real tight... yeah, like that... like that... and look at
me! Look at me, Simon!"

I did as I was told: my trembling, sweaty fingers clung to the burningly
hot bar of his hard cock and I squeezed it, just like he did with my
aching, jerking dick, I squeezed it hard and then even harder for a second
or two, applying a little bit more pressure on the throbbing, pulsing shaft
until it jerked in response and he did the same with my cock that seemed to
swell, to grow, to thicken to completely unknown, even larger dimensions
under the grip of his powerful hand. We were both heaving hard and sweat
ran down over our faces and chests in small rivulets and we fought a silent
fight against the urgently rising tide of cum in our balls; we dared not to
move or to speak, almost not to breath, because every movement and every
sound could bring us off any second. I realized proudly that I was just as
good in reading the slightest signs of my hot uncle's body than he was in
keeping me on the edge: a quick flutter of his brows and a small change in
the frequency and intensity of his breathing signalled whether the tide of
cum was rising again in his huge balls or receeding for a brief moment and
I varied my grip on his hard dick accordingly, trying to keep him on the
edge of cumming hard for as long as possible too.

We stayed like that for long moments, heaving and panting, just a fraction
of a movement away from a shattering climax, but then he decided that is
was time to bring me off. Grinning lecherously, his face still right above
mine, our eyes tightly locked, his gaze misty with lust, he said once again
very softly:

"You wanna cum now, nephew?"

I began to hyperventilate and could hardly speak. So it took me several
moments before I could croak:

"Yeah... yeah... please... make me... cum now... uncle... make me
cum... please make me cum! Please!!"

His face approached slowly and I couldn't bring it into clear focus
anymore, so I sensed more than I saw that he slowly parted his lips right
above my mouth, making ready to kiss me again, to drive his agile, strong
tongue deep down into my throat again, and I sighed and trembled in
anticipation and felt his sweet, hot breath brush over my lips. Right in
the second before our gaping lips finally got contact, got glued to each
other, he whispered:

"Cum now, Simon! Cum!!"

And then he kissed me again: his versatile tongue plunged deep down into my
throat in one forceful shove, thrusting, swirling ravenously, hungrily,
struggling with my tongue, pushing it back to my palate, and he squeezed my
rockhard dick once again hard, put just a fraction of more pressure on the
pulsing shaft than before - and I started to cream in his otherwise
motionless hands. Yeah, I started to shoot my load just from this small,
almost imperceptible movement of his fingers around my rockhard dick,
moaning and groaning around his deep-probing tongue, writhing and squirming
in front of his strong, hot body, and my cock seemed to double in length
and size, my body froze, all my muscles tensed and locked, and then
something exploded deep inside me, and I came and came and came: my dick
throbbed, expanded and swelled and then throbbed again as my balls pumped
up a flood of jism, as volley after volley of hot cream bursted and shot
out of the gaping lips of my prick-head, coating and soiling my uncle's
hands, thighs and crotch.

And he too came although I just held his mammoth dick in my trembling,
sweaty hands. I squezzed the giant rod firmly once again - and immediately
he joined me in moaning and groaning, still kissing me passionately, and
then he came hard in my hands. His dick jerked and pulsed and throbbed and
the sperm just gushed out at the top in a huge wave that crashed and
crested at my thighs, flooded my crotch, coated his own hands that still
held my jerking, cum-dripping dick and ran down over my drained balls. His
cum mingled with my jism and still there was more of the hot, sticky fluid
that poured out of his throbbing dick and glued our skin together. After
some seconds we were both completely soiled with cum from the waist
downwards - and you couldn't tell who had shot the bigger load.

This was already my third climax in a row at that afternoon - but it was by
far not the last one.


(to be continued)


Comments are welcome; constructive criticism is appreciated and encouraged.

Roarrr201@aol.com