Date: Mon, 21 Jun 1999 07:04:55 EDT
From: Roarrr201@aol.com
Subject: Family Fuck Part 5

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 V


We both remained still for many long seconds, moaning softly, panting,
shivering, me prostrate on the table, ass hoisted into the air, legs spread
wide, he atop of me, pressing me down with his powerful, hairy body as if
trying to crush me. I enjoyed his massive weight and felt his wiry chest
hair at my back that started to make an impression in my sweaty skin. His
breath, hot and irregular, brushed over my ear and I felt his incredible
thick and hard dick pulse deep down in the depths of my ass and my own
dick, sandwiched between table and my stomach, already at the brink of
explosion again, throbbed in time with the beat of his heart.

"Like it, Simon?," he murmured into my ear, "like my crank up your ass?
Huh?"

"Ohhhh, yeeeaaahhh!!," I groaned and flexed my ring muscle hard to milk his
giant cock and he let out a long hiss of air through his clenched teeths,
and instantly I flexed my butt again, drawing a husky grunt of lust from
the big man on top of me. Gasping, breathless, I reached behind me with
trembling hands and grasped his taut buttocks and tried to draw him even
closer, grinding my ass passionately against his groin, eager to get even
more of his throbbing rod into me. But I was already completely full of his
cock, as full as was possible.

He started to back out of my ass slowly, almost imperceptibly slowly,
moving with the utmost care, but then, suddenly reversing his course, he
thrust forward hard and sank the entire length of his hard, throbbing
ramrod back into my ass with one visciously forceful lunge. There was a
loud, juicy slap as his hips crashed onto my up-turned, sweat-covered
buttocks and our bodies slipped against each other easily, sliding on the
coating of sweat that covered my back and his chest and stomach in a
generously thick layer.

"Ohhhhhh, my gaaaaaawwwddd!!," I cried as I felt Bob's savage thrust that
seemed to reach even deeper recesses of my body than before, snapping to
attention, arching my back, writhing hard under him, and my whole being
seemed to be centered round the huge cockhead and the thick shaft of
man-meat that surged up into me and emanated a white-hot, burning heat that
made me tremble with excitement.

And then all hell broke loose.

He started to fuck me, to fuck me hard and fast and deep, harder and faster
and deeper than I had ever imagined, drawing his big dick from my
accepting, clamping asshole and slamming it back into me, in and out, in
and out with increasing intensity and urgency, and the heat in my ass
turned into a roaring, all-consuming fire while he fucked me harder with
each of his forceful shoves, more determined and more lustily than before,
long-dicking me in hungry, viscious strokes, in and out of my butt, in and
out, drilling high up into me, seemingly ready to burst into my stomach or
even into my throat with his giant, throbbing dick, roating his hips,
pumping them back and forth, pushing me down on the table, my body sliding
back and forth on its wet, slippery top, plunderning and pounding my sore
ass like the dominant male he was and talking dirty at the same time:

"Take it, boy! Take my dick up your butt! Here's my cock! Ten inches of
hard, thick cock! To the hilt! In your ass! And here again! And again!
In... and out! And in again! To the hilt! With just one shove! And in
again! You wanted it... asked for it... begged me to fuck you... to fuck
you hard... really hard... and now... now... you get what you
wanted... hard, thick dick... deep-drivin'... hard-shovin'... big dick!
Yeah, hard and deep! Like that! And again! Like it, boy? Huh? Like it? Hard
enough? Hard enough for you? Or do you... want it... even... harder? Huh?
Like that... like that, Simon... or harder? Harder still? Tell me, boy!
Tell me! Speak up!"

"Ohhhh, yeah, uncle," I grunted, "fuck me... fuck me hard... give me all
you have... all your fuckin' hard inches, fucker! Fuck your boy, man! Fuck
me hard! As hard as you can! Shove it in there... in my ass! It's all
yours, bastard! Take my ass! Take me! Take your boy! Hard! HARD! HARDER!
DEEPER! YEAH!!"

"You like that big cock... up your ass, don't you? Like it reamin'
you... like it reamin' you... real good... real hard, don't you? Like this
family fuck? Like me to fuck you? Huh? Huh, Simon?"

"I... I... oh, shit... holy shit, Bob," I yelled, "yeah... yeah,
man... fuck me... fuck me like that... I... I love... love it! Love every
fuckin' inch... of your hard fuckin' cock, man! LOVE...IT, FUCKER! LOVE
YOUR DICK... YOUR BIG, HARD DICK... UP MY ASS!! CAN'T GET ENOUGH... ENOUGH
OF IT! GIVE IT... TO ME, UNCLE BOB!! FUCK... FUCK ME!!"

"Dont worry, boy... don't you worry... you'll get what you want...I'll give
it to you... hard... as hard as you want... because... I love... love your
ass... your tight, sweet ass... tight, hot boy butt... yeah, so
tight... incredible tight... makes my dick twitch and jerk... there's
nothing like a tight boy ass... for thick, hard man-meat... yeah... thick,
big stud-prick... goin' up your tight, clampin' butt... breakin' you
in... takin' your hot, little ass... so hot... so tight... takin' your
cherry... ridin' you to glory... makin' you whimper... groanin'... tossin'
your head... writhin' under me... pantin'... pantin' with lust... for more
of my stud-prick... big, thick, hard, throbbin' stud-prick... up your tight
boy-butt! Right? Right, Simon?"

"Yeah, uncle... oh, yeah... you're... right... absolutely... right! There's
nothing... like your dick... up my ass... nothing... nothing... compares to
that! I've... never... never... felt anything like it... anything so
hot... so incredible hot... as your cock... your prick, man... in my
butt... stud-prick... up my boy butt... up your boy's butt... it's yours,
Bob... all yours... yours to fuck me... fuck me... as hard and deep... as
you can... to fuck me... as often as you want... where you want me... how
you want me... I'm... ohhh, yeah.... yeah... fuck... fuck me hard,
man... fuck your boy... I'm... I'm yours, uncle...yours
forever... forever... fuck... fuck me forever!!"

We writhed and battled, our sweaty bodies heaving and convulsing, slapping
determinedly together, crashing against each other again and again with
each of his vicious lunges up my aching, burning ass. I tossed helplessly
around on top of the table, my body rocking, my dick jerking, sliding back
and forth on the wet table, rubbing at my hairy stomach, my butt spasming
and strangling and easing and releasing as Bob pumped his huge, throbbing
cock in and out and in and out of my tight, slippery hole with all his
might and strength, his huge, hairy balls slapping into the moist, sweaty
cleft between my thighs and my buttocks. My breathing became more and more
strained and I rotated my hips, flexed my asshole and shoved back, eager to
meet his deep-driving dick, to feel his giant cock rammed into me, and I
cried:

"Ohhh, Christ... holy, fuckin' Christ, Bob... you got a dick... for fuckin'
hot ass, man... for fuckin' my hot ass... that rod... that fuckin', hot
rod... was made... made for my ass... was made to fuck me... it's hot... so
hot... and I'm coming close again, man... close... very close... so
close... close to cummin'... just from that big, hard joint... up my ass !"

Panting and groaning deep down in his chest Bob shot his hips forward hard,
driving his monsterous cock into my clenching, pulsating asshole, his
strong hands firmly placed on my hips to hold me in place, as he fucked and
pumped and drilled the thick, fat shaft of his rod into me again and again,
long-dicking me as if he were trying to crash my prostrate, filling me with
the heat and the power of his huge, hammering, deep-shoving dick, joining
me in lusty cries:

"Hot... so hot... this is... so hot, boy... hottest ass... ever... so
tight... drives me wild... this ass of yours, nephew... I'm ready,
boy... ready... to flood you... flood you with my cum... hot man
cum... drown you with my jism... flood your virgin boy butt... with hot,
sticky stud cum! How's that, boy? Huh? You want it? Want my cum... up your
ass?"

"YESSSSSSSSSS," I hissed, "OHHHHH, YESSSSSS, BOB! PLEASE! GIVE ME YOUR
LOAD! CUM UP MY ASS! CUM, MAN! CUM FOR ME... CUM IN ME!!"

Squirming, sighing, gasping, muttering incoherently, we became a moving
mass of heaving, hot, sweat-dripping, masculine flesh. I was really getting
fucked now, as if all the preceding moments had only served as preparation
for the real thing, the real feeling of his big horse dick up my ass. He
humped his hips faster and harder, pistoning his pulsing cock hard and fast
in and out of the tight, teasing confines of my ass and my whole body was
jarred as every deep-driving lunge forward slammed me down on the
table. His free-swinging balls banged at my buttocks with every deep, hard
stroke of thick, pulsing dick that he shoved up my ass, panting wildly,
fucking out of control now, his muscular body flailing around, shaking all
over, as he greedily drove his big, jerking cock into me in a series a
viscious, stabbing thrusts that made me grunt and squeal like a pig in
fear.

And then we both came.

As it was appropriate for a special occasion we came together, right at the
very same moment: He cried out, helplessly, and I felt the convulsive spasm
of his climax deep down in my ass as blast after blast of hot jism erupted
from his jerking cockhead, sluiced up my ass, inundating my guts with a
load that would have done justice to a bull, filling me with hot cum to the
point of overflowing and just his lusty, exstatic cry triggered of my own
orgasm. Clamping my spasming butt around the huge, cum-spurting dick that
stuck deep in my ass, I felt my cock stiffen, expand and convulse
underneath my heaving belly and then hot cum began to spew out of the
gaping piss-slit, flooding the table with huge vollies of my jism, and I
cried out:

"CUMMIN', BOB... CUMMIN' WITH YOU!," only to realize that my loud cry was
drowned by his deep-chested, booming voice:

"YEAH, SIMON... OHHH, YEAH...HERE'S MY CREAM... STUD-CUM... UP YOUR BOY
BUTT!"

For long moments my mind swam with the intensity of this climax (which was,
by the way, my load number seven during that afternoon). The scents of sex
and sweat and cum filled the room and simply overwhelmed my nostrils. Bob
lay atop of me as we both tried to regain some strength and our
breath. Occasionally a short spasm would run through his heavy, sweaty
body, but besides this he lay still, his softening, cum-dripping cock still
buried in my well-fucked asshole.

I had been fucked for the very first time and I felt more thoroughly
satisfied then ever before; I had lost my cherry to my hot uncle and my
heart swelled with joy, contentment, burning desire, and with love. Yes,
with love.

When we had finally recovered we hit the shover and there - surprise,
surprise - one thing led to another: He kissed me when we soaped each other
up, shoving his agile, swirling tongue deep into my mouth, and of course I
got hard again and he threw a boner too. So I sucked Bob off as the hot
water ran over both of us and when he was ready to cum again I pulled off
because I wanted to see his dick explode with those huge globs of
jism. Aiming his giant, throbbing dick for my face I beat him to climax and
watched fascinated as thick volleys of his white, scalding cum erupted out
of the slit of his huge cockhead and showered heavily down on me, streaking
my front, nose and cheeks, mingling with the water. Miraculously his dick
refused to go soft after this and so he pulled me up, turned me around,
leaned me against the wall, drove his huge, fat dick into my slimy,
slippery asshole, and fucked me again, standing this time, long-dicking me
expertly to another frenzy of lust. And so I came again, roaring with
almost painful pleasure, splattering the tiled wall with my cum number
eight, while he flooded my asshole with another first-class load of
jism. And then, only then, were my balls drained, really drained - and his
too.

>From that day on my life was different. Many things changed; I changed.

For one thing I became cheerful, even out-going; my former brooding moods
were swept aside. Most people who knew me reacted somewhat bewildered to
this sudden change, but then they got quickly used to my new, much more
aggreable self. Also I began to show off my body - just as Bob. Since he so
obviously approved of my hairy, well-trimmed body I felt encouraged to let
the world have a look at it which I had never dared to do before. This
started unintentionally already at the very day my hot uncle broke me in.

Bob had just pulled his still half-hard, cum-smeared dick out of my
spasming butt with a loud, juicy 'pop' when I heard Dad down-stairs, coming
home after his shift. Suddenly I remembered that the kitchen was still in a
terrible mess: the air reaking with sex, cum and sweat, one large pool of
jism on the floor, another and even larger one on the table. So I jumped
just into my boxers and dashed down to tidy things up, hoping that Dad
would as usual read the mail first before he came into the kitchen for a
coffee.

But I was still busy at the floor, moping up the pond of smelly cum that
had gathered there, when he entered the room. I felt extremely uneasy,
kneeling in front of my Dad, my hands slimy with jism, and even more so
since I realized that cum - Bob's hot, sticky cum - started to ooze out of
my asshole and slowly trickled down my inner thigh. I froze, blushed,
gulped down hard and looked up at him while the small rivulet of cum that
slowly crept down my left leg gave me goose-flesh all over my body.

But gladly he didn't pay much attention to me.

"What happened?," he said off-handedly and walked over to the
coffee-machine.

"Uhh, nothing... just spilled something," I muttered and started moping
again, flexing my butt to stop the trickle of oozing cum.

Much to my relief the strong, heady scent of jism that filled the room was
quickly blotted out by the aromatic odor of brewing coffee. And then Bob
came down, clad in running tight and tee-shirt, and that finally saved the
situation since he and Dad instantly indulged in heavy job talk. As usual
their noisy discussion revolved around the newest misdemeanors of Captain
Tuggart, head of the police precint office where both served. This guy was
the very opposite of all those paternal high-ranking officers - crusty but
lovable, firm but firm - who people every average cop movie. Tuggart was
crusty and not lovable, firm and unfair; he bullied everyone on the force
except a few, select personal favorites and was therefore despised by most
of his men. Dad and Bob talked about him all the time; with the help of
Bob's partner, that gorgeous guy Dick, they had even drafted an official
complaint about the Capitain. It was meant to be submitted to the Chief of
Police, but somehow they were still undecided if this was really the right
thing to do and so they argued a lot.

As almost every day they rattled on about the Captain and that gave me the
opportunity to clean the table as well. When I was finished the cloth
really dripped with sticky, smelly cum and I dropped it casually into the
dust bin although I'd rather taken it with me, to store it in my room as a
relict of my very first fuck. And then, when I turned around, my hands
still soiled with huge globs of jism, Dad suddenly looked at me.

At first it was just a short glance out of the corner of his eyes, but then
he looked at me again rightaway. He leaned against the cupboard, his
thickly muscled arms crossed in front of his wide chest, and turned his
face, setting his gaze firmly on me, and that stopped me short in my
track. It was not just that he realized that I was bare-chested and that
this puzzled him since this was so exceptional; no, I felt that something
more important happened during these seconds: he looked at me as if he took
notice of me for the very first time - I mean really took notice of me as a
man, you know, not as a child, not as his son, but as someone who was in
some way... well, his equal.

His face was still, without any overt expression, and he never stopped to
talk to Bob but yet I sensed that his mind was suddenly set on other things
than Capitain Tuggart and that he was surprised, really surprised by my
sight, as if a stranger suddenly claimed to be his son: he saw me, knew
that it was me, but yet had difficulties to recognize me, his son
Simon. Slowly his eyes roamed over my shoulders, my arms, my bare, hairy
chest, my bulging pecs that flexed involuntarily under his scrutinizing
gaze, my flat stomach and even further down to my crotch and to my hairy,
muscular thighs. Nervously I crossed my legs to hide the gleaming trail of
cum that sneaked down at the back of my left thigh and brought my soiled
hands to my back to get them out his sight. Still his eyes were set on my
almost naked body and then I suddenly realized that I liked to be looked
over like that. I felt his gaze on my skin like a touch that send tiny,
pleasurably sparks of excitement through by body, that made my heart beat
faster and my chest swell. Also my nipples got hard and the hairs on my
chest and arms started to stand on end.

It felt great; I felt great. And I decided that I wanted to feel like this
again. If it meant that I had to show off my body, then I would do it. I
vowed to do it, right then and there.

I inhaled deeply, flexing my muscular pecs once again, and smiled at Dad
broadly. Our eyes locked for a moment and then the vaguely surprised
expression in his eyes disappeared. He smiled at me too, warmly, and nodded
at me for no apparent reason as if silently approving of something I had
achieved or done extremely well. I felt proud and was pleased that he was
obviously pleased with me. I think he also noted for the very first time
how different we are - in terms of appearance at least. You know, my Dad is
one of those all-American guys with light blond hairs, fair skin, piercing
blue eyes and a massive frame, only that he puts most all-American guys in
his shadow: he's tall, really tall and sports a body of nearly 180 pounds
of massive, hard muscle. It's a weird trick of nature that all his
unmistakingly Swedish genes have left no apparent mark on me while Mum's
Italian ancestors have so very clearly shaped my looks. Only our identical
noses and very similar square jaws establish beyond a doubt that he has
indeed sired me, but besides this we have as much in common as, for
example, Prince Valiant and Zorro.

Then Dad reverted his eyes and the very special moment that we had silenty
shared was over. I could tell that Bob had noticed nothing.

Some moments later I left, bored by their incessant job talk.

"Have a good time, boys," I said jokingly, "I'm off to my soccer class
now."

Bob winked at me briefly, sexily, when I passed him closely, my shoulder
almost brushing at his hairy chest. When I was out of the room, Dad
suddenly called me back:

"Simon...?"

My heart was racing at double speed as I turned around and looked at him.

"Yes, Dad?"

"You're not gonna go like that, huh?"

I glanced quickly down at my bare chest and felt suddenly bold:

"Now that you mention it - why not? It's so hot today."

"Look into the mirror and you'll know why you shouldn't. Wouldn't want to
see my son charged with indecent exposure, you know," he said teasingly.

I peeked down at my front again but couldn't discern any reason for these
remarks. So I went over to the large mirror in the hall and looked closely
at my own reflection. At first I was just pleased with my sight: still wet
from the shover my hair fell over my eyes in dark strands, the thick swirls
of hair on my well-muscled, bulging chest clung to my darkly-hued skin and
shined with tiny drops of water. I looked young, very healthy, and pretty
hot. 'Not bad,' I thought, somewhat surprised myself, 'not bad at all!'

But then I noticed the bone of contention and blushed deeply: a pretty
large part of my dickhead stuck out of the left leg of my high-riding,
loose boxers, sneaking down at my thigh. The cockhead was brightly red -
small wonder after all I had been through during that afternoon - and
looked quite huge, as if my cock was about to get hard again. Involuntarily
I let out a loud and surprised "Ooops!" and of course Dad and Bob instantly
roared with laughter - they had waited exactly for that reaction. My face
turned crimson-red and my mind reeled with the thought that Dad had seen me
like this, cock sticking out of my skimpy underwear.

But what could I do? I had already made a fool out of myself - so it seemed
the best to do it again deliberatedly.  I pushed the boxers down my on hips
until my crotch hair came into sight under the waistband and walked back to
the kitchen door to present myself.

"Better now, Dad?," I said, raised my hands over my head and turned slowly
around, making sure that both men got an eyeful ,wriggling my hips like a
second-rate dancer, doing her bit as an exotic temptress in some silly old
movie. My heavy dick swung sideways and back again in my boxers, brushing
against the thin fabric of the shorts, and against my will it swelled
visibly but as far as I could tell the thickening shaft was completely
covered now.

This lips curled in a saucy grin, Dad opened his mouth to say something but
then he suddenly chequed himself and fell silent. So he just nodded at me,
chuckling silenty, his eyes gleaming with mirth.

"At least to some extent it's more decent this way, but not necessarily
better," Bob said between fits of laughter, brazenly eyeing the prominent
bulge in my pants .

I looked at Dad quizzically, longing to hear this suppressed remark, that
seemed suddenly incredibly important to me. But he remained silent and then
cut off the whole scene with a surprisingly imperative gesture of his
hand. I became my normal self again and left for good this time.

"Okay, folks, take care!," I said and turned to walk up to my room.

"You too, Son," Dad said at my back. When I walked lazily through the hall
towards the stairs I still felt his gaze on me, lingering on my bare
shoulders.

Back in my room I slumped down onto my bed, stuck two fingers up my
well-fucked ass, scooped up all of my uncle's cum I could reach, licked it
up from my soiled fingers and gulped his jism down slowly, relishing the
intoxicating taste. I briefly considered to jack off since all the hot
images of the preceding afternoon came back to my mind and made me hot
again, but then I decided that it would be a good idea to save at least
some of my strength for the exercise.

I practised bare-chested although we were not supposed to do that and felt
and played like a natural born winner. Our Coach - big, burly Mr. Finns,
commonly known as "The Brute" among students because of his rude manners
and his extremely hairy and muscular legs and arms - looked at me curiously
when he caught me sizing him up at one point during class. Lost in my
thoughts I had starred hard at his crotch instead of listening to his
instructions and so I blushed, but then I noticed that he seemed to be more
nervous than annoyed. Some moments later, when I was on the field again, my
chest heaving, gleaming and dripping with sweat, our eyes locked and the
face of the huge, massive man actually turned slightly red under my
insistent stare. Naturally that made me wonder about this model of virile
power.

I realized that I looked differently at men, at their bodies and their
crotches, now that I had been together with a man, had felt a thick, hard
dick down in my throat and up my ass, now that I knew how a man's cum
tasted, how it felt when a rockhard cock jerked and spasmed in my
tight-clamping ass and flooded my guts with quarts of hot sperm. Yes, I
looked differently at men - more openly and more knowingly. The Coach
seemed somehow to sense this major change in me and I too noticed suddenly
something in his eyes that I had never seen before. I could not name it,
but still it seemed very real - some kind of bond had silently been created
between us in a twingling of an eye. At the end of the class he slapped my
bare back playfully, pawed my neck briefly with one of his big, hairy
hands, and said:

"Good job, Simon!"

It sounded like a pass in my ears but I didn't react. All my thoughts
revolved around Bob. It was great to know that this guy seemed to react to
me as well but I didn't need that nor did I want it. All I wanted was
Bob. That night I dreamt of my hot uncle again and again, my dick rockhard
in my lap, coating my belly and my bed with a generous flow of sticky
pre-cum. I dreamt of what we had done and what we would do the next time we
were together; I dreamt of his cock, his chest, his mouth, his balls, his
arms and hands, his cum... of nothing but him.

In the morning I was woken up a soft, moist touch at my buttocks and then a
thick, hard dick slowly but determinedly began to slide down into my
well-lubed, relaxed asshole. I moaned sleepily into my pillow, not sure if
this was the ultimate hot dream or reality, flexing my ass cheeks, and then
decided that there could be no doubt: this huge, hot, pulsing cock, probing
into me, penetrating me, was definitely real! Wide awake now, I found that
I was lying stretched out on my stomach, uncovered, nude in the dark room,
grinding my stiff, drooling dick into the mattress.

Of course I was convinced that Bob had sneaked into my room and bed, but
when I looked over my shoulder I was suddenly not so sure anymore: Against
the dimly-lit window I saw only the dark, massive bulk of a hunched man,
kneeling on the bed between my wide-spread legs, drilling his throbbing,
huge dick deeper and deeper up my spasming ass. I couldn't make out the
man's face and for a second or two my mind reeled with the shocking idea
that this might be some other man than Bob, that it might not be my uncle,
but... but...

I gasped and held my breath, but somehow my mind went totally blank before
I could finish this thought and picture another man who might want to fuck
me. Still not sure who the man was who shoved his hard cock into my ass
without bothering to ask for my consent, holding me firmly in place with
strong hands on my hips, I yet noticed that I spread my legs even wider, as
if acting on impulse, and also started to lift my hips to give the man
better leverage. And then he said:

"Yeah... that's my boy... eager for more dick... hot stud-prick... up his
boy butt... ready for a good-mornin' fuck... a quick, but thorough
pre-school fuck!"

As I had assumed it was Bob who crouched between my legs and shoved his
hard dick into me again. I regained my breath and pushed the strange idea
that had troubled me quickly aside. But somehow an additional excitement
still tingled in my guts and stayed with me.

"Could you do me a favor, uncle?," I muttered into the pillow, stretching
my sleepy body like an awakening cat, pushing my accepting, welcoming ass
up against his crotch to meet his hard dick that impaled me so pleasurably.
 
"And what would that be, nephew?," he said, pushing more fat inches of
hard, drooling cock up my ass.

"Could I lay on my back during this 'pre-school fuck', Bob?"

"Why that, Simon?"

"I... I want... I want to see your face... while you fuck me," I stuttered,
feeling suddenly very shy.

"I see," he said, his mouth right above my ear, "I see. So you want to be
on your back and lift your legs, put them on my shoulders and hoist your
sweet, little ass to make sure that my dick hits the right point, that
small, tight opening of your butt? That's the idea, huh?"

"Yeah, that's the idea," I moaned, my voice already husky with lust,
"basically at least. I'll be on my back, my legs spread wide and lifted
over your shoulders, ass in the air, snapping for your thick, hard dick,
and then I'll grab that stiff rod with one hand and guide it in place,
wrappin' my fingers around it. And when you're in the right position, then
I'll tell you to push forward, to drill that big stud prick, that droolin'
horse-dick of yours up my tight boy butt, and then you'll kiss me while you
shove those ten inches of hard man-meat up my ass, you'll kiss me hard,
just as yesterday, plundering my mouth with that your long raspy tongue,
and I'll groan and writhe under you, beggin' for more, more of your tongue
and more of your cock. How about that, uncle?"

"Mhhhh...," he said, still surging forward, pushing his giant cock slowly
up my spasming asshole, "that sounds good... yeah... intriguing... really
intriguing. I think... I'll give it a try, Simon!"

And with that he sank the entire length of his throbbing dick into the
depths of my guts. The huge head of his mammoth cock hit some till then
unknown spot deep down in my quivering body and that drew a full bodied,
excited moan from me. Immediately his hand was on my mouth:

"Shhh, my boy," he whispered, "hush! Hush! You don't want your Dad to come
and see what's goin' on here, do you? He's still downstairs."

"No-oo... course not," I stammered, feeling suddenly strangely confused and
uneasy.

We both lay still for a moment and the only movement was the steady,
rhythmic throb of his thick cock in my butt. I waited anxiously for a
reaction to my loud groan. But everything remained quiet in the house. Then
the pulsing of my uncle's huge prick up my ass made me bold again:

"Okay, what about a change of position now? I promise I'll keep quiet."

"You mean: as quiet as you can with ten inches of thick, hard cock up your
ass, nephew."

"Right. As quiet as I can with your stud-prick up my boy butt, uncle."

Slowly, carefully he pulled his throbbing dick out of my ass and I I turned
quickly around on the bed with his help, spread my thighs and lifted my
legs eagerly. He pulled me close and my calves and feet came to rest on his
broad back while I reached for his cock with my hand. And then everything
was just as I had pictured it just a few seconds before, only that it was
even hotter than I had imagined, so hot that my rockhard, drooling dick
danced erratically up and down on my heaving stomach, soiling my skin with
sticky pre-cum, so hot that I had to bite down on my lips to prevent myself
from cummin' just with the excitement of anticipation.

The bent torso of my hot, young uncle was hovering above me, he was looking
down on me, his dark eyes gleaming with lust, I had my fingers tightly
wrapped around his mammoth dick and was once again over-awed by its
incredible size and by the burning heat it emanated. The thick, slippery
shaft jerked and throbbed in my hand, right in front of my spasming butt,
and the thought that it was ready to enter me, to impale me, to open me up,
made my mind spin. It was only then that I realized that Bob was dressed in
full gear: he had come into my bed in his uniform, still sweaty and dusty
from the long night shift, and had just pulled his hard cock out of his fly
when he began to fuck me. I looked up at him, my eyes roaming freely over
his broad shoulders, his huge arms and the wide chest that tapered to a
narrow waist, all clad in the dark uniform. My legs, hoisted on his back,
grated against the rough fabric of the uniform shirt and I felt my asshole
clamping and twitching like made while his strong, calloused hands slowly
traced over my heaving chest.

Somehow the fact that he was fully and formally dressed, complete with
dirty boots that soiled the sheets, while I was stark naked, totally
bare-assed, my body already shiny with a thin layer of sweat, made me even
hotter than before. It made me look vulnerable, a helpless boy, ready to be
taken by a strong, determined man and excited beyond all means by this
prospect, while Bob seemed to be even bulkier and taller than he was and
thus even stronger and more determined. And I wanted it to be like that: my
whole body trembled with joy and lust as I drank in his sight with hungry
eyes, waiting for his big dick to be rammed into my hungry ass.

"Now, fuck me, uncle!," I whispered and his dick lurched and jerked
violently in the tight grip of my fingers when I said this.

Silently he moved forward, guided by my hand, and our eyes locked as his
huge, hot, slick cockhead came into contact with the puckered opening of my
ass. He stopped for a second, but then pressed forward in one long,
deliberately slow shove, his glistening eyes still locked with mine. I
arched my back and suppressed an exstatic, loud moan with all my might as
the fat, thick shaft went up into my ass as easily as a hot knife into
butter, spreading my tight butt seemingly even wider than before. He
groaned softly, deep down in his chest, bent down and started to kiss me,
shoving his swirling, deep-probing tongue into my mouth, while his giant
dick went further and further up my ass until his hairy balls were finally
tightly pressed against my trembling buttocks.

And then he fucked me. As he had said it was a short but thorough fuck that
quickly send me over the edge again. I think the fact that we had to remain
as quiet as possible greatly added to our excitement. He fucked me as hard
as he could, as deep as he could manage, giving my asshole the last
possible fraction of an inch of his super-sized dick, and I wriggled my
totally impaled butt, squeezing his giant, pulsing meat in the tight grip
of my strong, clamping ring-muscle until we both were silently writhing,
squirming, trashing, my rockhard dick trapped between my stomach and his
heavy torso, Bob's body rising and falling above me, lunging and
retreating, driving deep, pulling his rockhard dick out to the tip of the
lube-ozzing, huge cockhead, then ramming home again, burying the throbbing
shaft to the hilt in my clutching ass. His breath became short, labored,
raspy in his throat as his balls bounced and slapped at my up-turned,
sweaty buns, as we both soared towards another shattering climax.

This time we needed no words, no huskily yelled annoucements. We said all
that had to be said with our eyes that stayed glued to each other for the
whole time while he fucked me. Staring unblinkingly up at him, I felt
closer to him than ever before, as if I knew, just knew, what he felt and
thought at any given moment: I sensed how close he was to cumming, knew
that he wanted to change his fuck-rythm before he did so, felt as he fought
against the rising urgency to cry out with lust and passion, and my body
adjusted and reacted miraculously to all this, felt the ebb and flow of
boiling cum in his huge balls, ready to explode, to gush forward out of his
jerking, deep-driving dick, and held back my own orgasm, waiting for him,
waiting for the feeling of his hot cum spurting down in the deepest
recesses of my guts.

His body rocked, his head tossed, my asshole clamped and strangled and
eased and released, as he pumped his big dick in and out of my slippery
butt, our bodies heaved and convulsed, my cock bucked angrily, and then we
both came together once again, became one unit, just like the day before,
he blasting his jism violently up my clamping, burning ass, inundating me
with a torrent of hot, sticky cum, me coming without touching my dick,
spunk cascading frenziedly from the gaping lips of my cockhead, washing my
belly and chest and neck with long strings of huge globs of smelly cum,
tightening my asshole , forcing more jism out of his jerking, throbbing
dick and then another agonizing realease for more cum, accompanied by
another volley of jism that shot out of my balls, until he was unable to
support himself on his hands any longer and slumped down on me, soiling his
uniform with my spunk.

We lay exhausted, spent for long moments. Finally I regained at least some
of my strength, became conscious of the world again, heard Dad move around
downstairs in the kitchen and wanted to get out of bed. But my hot uncle
had different motions how to end a fast pre-school fuck. His dick,
amazingly thick even when half-hart and softening after a shattering climax
still up my ass, he began to lap up all the huge globs of spunk that I had
sprayed over my sweaty torso with long strokes of his raspy tongue, sharing
the sticky fluid with me from time to time in long, wet kisses. Naturally
that made me hot again in no time at all. And still he wasn't finished with
me: he nudged his body backwards slowly until his cum-sheathed cock popped
out of my asshole, pushed my legs further up into the air, moving my limps
like that of a toy, and then burrowed into the hot, steamy depths of my
well-stretched, well-fucked ass crack, drawing a surprised, muffled cry
from me, and lapped joyously, wallowing in the musky valley, finally
slurping ravenously, licking his own cum out of my ass with his
deep-driving, probing tongue as though trying to devour not just the big
load of his jism but also the ring of my puckered, spasming butt. The
feeling of his raspy, deep-driving, swirling tongue in my well-fucked,
super-sensitive asshole made me cum again instantly although my dick had
gone soft after my first climax: another load of cum, pumped up from some
secret, hidden reservoir in my aching balls, just poured out of my jerking,
twitching dick although the shaft was still limp, and so I soiled my chest
and stomach with yet another flood of hot, sticky cum. And he lapped that
load up too - and then he fucked me again, filling my ass once more with
massive jets of boiling, scalding sperm. This was uncle Bob's idea of a
quick good-morning fuck.

As you can see, he was a sex- and cum-crazy guy.

So I got all the sex and all the cum I wanted - up my ass or down my throat
and I never ever had to ask for it. During the next days we were fucking
and sucking our brains out. We had sex in the morning when he came home
from his shift and then again in the afternoon when I was back from
school. We always did it several times at dawn since we were both
especially horny then and even more often in the afternoon since we had
more time then. We did it everywhere in and around the house, whenever we
were alone, in every imaginable position, as often as it was possible for
human beings.

However, not everything was pure bliss. There were a few things that
puzzled me. I noted quickly that he tried to keep me at a distance. My hot,
sexy uncle turned out to be extremely secretive when it came to his
personal life. Naturally, being heads over heels in love with him, I wanted
to know everything about him, the past, the present, the future. But he was
close, evasive, and declined to tell me anything about his friends or his
sex-life. So I never learned how he had got his rocks of during that night
shift when he had soiled his briefs with his cum - when I asked him about
it he rudely told me to mind my own business. The few things he gave away -
for example how he had managed to get transformed to the city and to the
same precint as Dad - gave the impression of a person who was not exactly
easy-going and friendly but tricky and very determined. Every now and then
I sensed the existence of another Bob who was different from my idolized
image of him and that made me uneasy.

It also slightly annoyed me that he had to be on top all the time. Yeah,
occasionally he sucked me off, invariably drawing an incredible huge load
of hot, sticky cum out of my aching balls with his experienced tongue and
mouth, but more often then not I went down on him and it was always me who
spread his legs and he who did the fucking. Not that this had really been a
problem - heavens no, I went crazy each time when he shoved his throbbing
dick hard into my throat, so hard that his hairy balls slapped noisly at my
chin, and I just loved to get fucked by him, I yearned to be taken by that
huge rod of man-meat, I couldn't get enough of his cum and was ready for
the next fuck anytime, but somehow I also longed for the experience to ball
a guy, to be at the other end of a furious fuck. I just wanted to know how
it would feel to fuck a tight ass, but he would not even let me touch his
hairy, taut buttocks. Whenever I tried to grab or stroke them he pushed my
hands away. I thought this strange since he craved my ass so very much and
rimmed me almost every time he fucked me - before he shoved his giant dick
into me and afterwards too.

But what troubled me most were his exhibitionistic tendencies. He not only
liked to show off his beautiful, strong body; he also liked to have sex in
places that offered a somewhat limited privacy. Very quickly he was no
longer content to fuck me in the shower, on the bed, in the kitchen, on the
living room floor or on the slant board in the gym, downstairs in the
basement. No, he dragged me out of the house and into the garden, both of
us stark naked, to fuck me on the porch, in the ram-shakle shed where Dad
kept his tools and gardening things, in the garage, on the lawn, by the
side of our tiny pool under the sun-shade or right in the pool,
long-dicking me with such determination and force that the calm water
became a temptestous sea and sloshed in long waves over the edging onto the
grass. Obviously Bob was thrilled by the possibility that someone might
overhear or observe us. Okay, the house was well set back from the road and
from the neighbors, but still the risk was very real and it made him
hot. To make things worse it also added to his excitement that I resented
this danger. I tried to argue with him but this quickly became a kind of
game between us, a game that established his power over my will and my body
again and again, since he used his hard, throbbing dick as a bait and thus
always won the game since I was unable to resist this lure: he could be
absolutely sure that I would let him have his way once he began to shove
his hard cock up my ass or down into my throat. Invariably my determination
to resist him instantly crumbled when I felt his huge rod rammed into my
body and in a second I was transformed into his willing, accepting,
whimpering fuck-tool, regardless of where we sat, stood or lay at that
moment.

As might have been expected my fears came true after some time. It had to
happen and so it happened: we were observed.

We were doing it on the porch, naked, standing, he behind me, holding me in
the crushingly tight grip of one of his powerful arms, ramming his big,
hard dick into my clenching, twitching asshole, moaning in excitement as he
pounded his rod deep into my hole that was slippery with his spit and the
remains of the glorious fuck I had received from him only some moments
earlier on - he was a great fan of sloppy seconds (and so forth), you
know. I groaned too, over-joyed to be fucked by my hairy, big-muscled uncle
so soon after his first climax, feeling him ram his giant dick into my
butt, hard and fast, listening as he panted and fought for breath, his cock
pistoning in an out of me so fast that my clamping ring-muscle seemed to
melt with burning heat, and I knew from the ragged rhythm of his breathing
and from the urgency of his thrust up my ass that he was ready to come
again, just as ready as me, and I felt that my balls started to draw close
to their base as he bet me off with his other hand, running his strong
fingers up and down on my slimy, rockhard dick, spreading the generous flow
of pre-cum that ozzed out of the slit in the head over the whole length of
the pulsing, aching shaft.

"Ohhh, yeah... yeah!," I yelled, since I had by then once again lost all
inhibitions, "fuck my boy butt, uncle! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard and fast!
And cum! Cum in me again, Bob! Give me you cum! Give me your cop cum,
uncle! Ohhh, yeah... yeah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me... with that big joint, man!
Shove it up my ass! Make me cum, you hard-fuckin' bastard... by shootin'
your hot, sticky spunk up my ass! Hot cop cum... up my boy butt! Fuck! Fuck
me hard, cop!!"

As usual he responded enthusiastically, in deeds as well as in words:

"Hot... tight... hot ass... tight ass, boy... just made to be fucked... by
my big, thick tool... right, huh?... made to be fucked by me... again and
again... and I'm close... so close again, Simon... to fill your sweet,
tight ass... with still another big load of cum... yeah, hot, sticky cop
cum... for my cum-crazy boy... my boy-slut... my cum- and cock-crazy
boy-slut... had one big load already... up his ass... but that's not
enough... no... not for my boy... no way... he wants more... more big, hard
cock... more cum... more of my cum... wants all he can get... wants to
drain my balls... to coax every single drop of jism out of my balls... for
his ass or mouth... and here... here, Simon... here my boy... here's my
load... load number two... number... two... up your tight, slippery
ass... my load... here... HERE... IT... IS!! I'M CUM... CUMMMIIINN'... UP
YOUR ASS!!"

He slammed his cock home one final time, burying himself to the balls in my
burning ass, and erupted deep inside me with an overwhelmingly strong,
torrential stream of jism that crashed into my ass, sloshed around my
prostrate and inundated my guts to the point of overflowing with sticky
sperm, spraying out of that giant cock that kept pumping and pumping way up
in my ass. In the same second the grip of his strong hand tightened around
the pulsing, throbbing shaft of my rockhard dick and I felt that my balls
began to pump up another huge load of my cum. I froze, my muscles strained
and locked, and opened my eyes since I wanted to see the moment when my
spunk began to shoot out of the gaping piss-slit in my brightly red
dickhead and right then, in that fraction of a second before my eyes
finally glazed over with lust, I saw the man.

No, that's not right: I just noticed that we were observed. The bushes to
the side of the house rustled, I looked over and saw the dark figure of a
tall man, lurking in the shadow of the side-alley. I gasped but couldn't
see him clearly - it's pretty hard to make any observations when you are in
the throes of a shattering climax, you know. And I was cumming at that
moment: I came so hard as if I hadn't creamed for weeks on end, shooting
large volleys of glitteringly white jism so high and so far into the air as
if I tried to reach out for that hiding man, to catch him with some kind of
liquid lasso. A long string of huge globs of my spunk splashed right across
the porch and some drops even crashed on the leafs of the bushes where he
hid himself. Ironically Bob mistook my shocked gasp for an especially
urgent cry of lust and he echoed me, his voice a husky snarl:

"OHHH YEAH, SIMON... CUM! SHOOT! SHOOT YOUR BOY CUM... WHILE I FILL YOUR
ASS WITH MY SPUNK! SHOOT YOUR SWEET, HOT CUM!!"

We writhed and squirmed together, sighing, panting, gasping, trying to
summon up still more cock juice until we both had finally emptied our
stores of hot cum, he lost in the pure agony of lust, me against my will
and against my better knowledge because I couldn't help it.

Naturally the man was gone when I finally regained my senses.

Bob did not believe me when I told him about the peeping tom. There were no
traces to be found in the shrubbery, just the globs of my sticky cum,
dropping slowly down from leaf to leaf. I guess Bob thought that I had made
the whole thing up to put an end to our open-air fucks. But I knew what I
had seen. For several days I felt nervous and expected people to turn nasty
since I was sure that the man would talk about Bob and me. When nothing
happened I thought about it again. Peepers don't talk about what they see,
I told myself, since they know that it's pretty shameful itself to spy on
people. And so I calmed down again.

Of course the blow came only then - out of the blue.


(to be continued)


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