Date: Sat, 1 Jul 2000 19:19:09 -0400 (EDT)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: HOT FOR UNCLE JEFF

Disclaimer:

The following story involves themes of incest, water sports and scat.
If you are under the age of eighteen or find such topics offensive, do
not proceed any further ... otherwise, enjoy the story!

HOT FOR UNCLE JEFF
By Rim4you

Chapter 1

I was nine years old when my Dad's youngest brother Jeff came to live
with us. Certain family situations evolved to where Dad volunteered to
have Jeff live at our house,  What started out as a temporary
arrangement ended up being permanent.
So at seventeen Uncle Jeff became a part of our household.

Although Uncle Jeff was eight years my senior, we got along just great
and he treated me more like a kid brother than a nephew.  Having no
brothers or sisters of my own, Uncle Jeff was a welcome addition for me.

We shared a room together; rough-housed it up together as only two boys
can, despite our age difference; went fishing and camping together.  In
short, we bonded together quite well to the relief of my parents and the
family as a whole.

Uncle Jeff was a "wild" kid at seventeen but under my Dad's strict
supervision and discipline, (Dad was in the Marine Corps), Uncle Jeff
soon learned that his older brother meant business and in a short time
Uncle Jeff got his act together.

My Dad, owing to his being in the Corps, was to me a "fitness" freak.
He lifted weights; went jogging every morning  and Uncle Jeff was very
much into the same thing.

As a kid I'd watch the two of them working out in the garage.  The sight
of these two men working out, their bodies straining, sweat dripping,
the grunting sounds they made when pushing themselves to the maximum
levels of endurance, intrigued me.

Eventually when I turned thirteen, Dad and Uncle Jeff deemed it time for
me to start working out.  I'm thankful to say it paid off.  I've had my
share of compliments regarding my firm, muscular bubble butt!  But
that's another story!

As I was a novice to this working out thing, Dad and Uncle Jeff took
things at a slow and easy pace for me.  After our workouts together Dad
would holler:  "okay guys, time to hit the shower.  We stink!"

Dad had added a bathroom onto the garage so directly after his workouts
he could just jump into the shower so as not to come into the house and
just flop on the couch, as was his usual practice right after an
intense, sweaty workout, to Mom's consternation and "evil" eye look!

The unique thing about Dad's shower was that it was so big.  The stall
measured eight feet by six feet and on each opposite wall was a shower
head.  A shower built for two!  But after a workout it accomodated the
three of us.

Chapter 2

I remember a particular hot July afternoon when I was sixteen.  I had
been out hanging around with friends but left the group early to head
home.  Nothing much was happening and I just got bored.  So I left my
friend Steven's house a few blocks down the street from ours and walked
home.

I made my way around the back of the garage and peered through the side
window thinking Dad and Uncle Jeff would be working out together.  It
was Saturday so I knew they'd most likely be there.  Mom was away that
weekend tending to my Grandma who was ill.

As I looked in the window I noticed there were beer bottles scattered
here and there in the garage.

"What the fuck?" I thought.  "Why would these two morons be drinking
beer out in the garage instead of out on the enclosed patio where it was
air conditioned?  Or at least by the pool."

Curiosity got the best of me.  I could hear sounds but couldn't discern
conversation.  So I eased open the door.  Poking my head into the garage
I couldn't see anyone and the sounds seemed liked they were coming from
the shower room.

Now my curiosity really kicked into high gear.  Quiet as a mouse I
tiptoed my way towards the shower room.  The door was slightly ajar and
gave me a direct view into the shower stall.

The sight that met my eyes sent my heart pounding within my chest.  I
could almost feel the blood coursing through my veins filling my sixteen
year old teen-age cock, which as I watched the scene unfolding before
me, my hand reached down to squeeze the bulge confined in my skin tight
jeans.

With his back to me I clearly discerned the finely chisled definition of
Uncle Jeff's body.  He was completely naked.  The voluptuous globes of
his hairy ass staring right at me.  His tanned body glistened with beads
of sweat.  His legs were parted revealing his low hanging balls which
seemed to move in rythym with his right arm.  From my vantage point and
the motion of Uncle Jeff's arm back and forth, I knew what he was doing!

Now, I had seen Uncle Jeff naked many, many times before when we'd
shower after a workout but this time it didn't seem to me that Uncle
Jeff was just naked.  No. Now he was completely nude.  His posture and
manner was different now.  Sensuous.  Erotic.  The upward and downward
motion of his arm moved slowly.  Deliberately.

Here was my twenty-four year old uncle stroking his cock.  "If only I
could see his cock!"  I lusted in my thoughts.  But the sight of his
muscular ass was beautiful and sent shivers down my spine.

"If only I could pull out my cock and silently beat off with him!"  I
thought, "matching each of his strokes.  God he looks so gorgeous!  So
sexy!  Dad really sculpted a work of art in him!  Fuck!  why did I have
to wear these tight jeans today? Dumb shit!  You should have worn your
jogging shorts!"

I tried to rationalize in my mind how much I wanted to free my throbbing
cock but the tight fit of the jeans, the heat of the day making me sweat
profusely, my jeans clinging like a second skin, would have made that
action impossible and not be noticed.  I had to content myself with
squeezing the aching bulge in my teen-age crotch, careful too, that my
rapid breaths could not be heard or detected.

I was so obsessed with my lustful gazes at Uncle Jeff's manly, furry
butt, and the almost hypnotic rhythymic motion of his arm that the next
sight that met my hungry eyes nearly made me fall over backwards.

Gazing downwards to the shower floor, I saw outstreatched legs.  Legs
that were well defined and muscular and covered with a fine down of dark
hair.

Suspended between those legs, a heavy ball sac that rested on the tiles
of the floor.  Each orb covered in fur.

Projecting upward from those outstreatched muscular thighs, a beautiful
cock.  To my guess it had to be around ten inches in length, thick and
meaty!  I could see droplets of clear liquid oozing out of the man's
piss slit as he too stroked his hand up and down the length of his
shaft.

Every now and then the muscled thighs and calves of the man positioned
on the shower floor would tense, his toes would curl and his hand would
stop the stroking motion on his rod.  I knew in an instant that he was
bringing himself just to the brink of an explosive orgasm as he gazed
upwards towards Uncle Jeff's beautiful body.

My mind was awhirl with lustful thoughts, cravings and desires.  "Who is
Uncle Jeff with?  I can't see him because Uncle Jeff's massive hulk is
blocking his face."

Chapter 3

My cock ached to be released from the confines of my jeans!  A quick
glance downwards revealed an ever growing wet spot on my jeans.  I could
feel my cock leaking pre-cum!

"Don't cum yet," Uncle Jeff moaned in a gutteral, rasping voice, "I want
this to last."

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," came a resonating sound from the depths of the man on the
shower floor.

"Yeah," Uncle Jeff continued, "rub my stinking jockstrap all over your
fuckin' face.  I know you like it.  Does it stink good for you man?"

"Mmmmmmmmmm," again the same sound.

"Dosen't this dude ever talk?" I thought to myself.  "Who the fuck is
Uncle Jeff with?"

"Yeah, smell my strap!  Breathe my pouch stink!  Fuckin' got Jeff stink
in it man.  I wanna hear you smell my jockstrap!"

The sound of gentle sniffing echoed in the room.

"Louder!"  Uncle Jeff commanded, "I can't hear you sniffin' Jeff stink!"

The man responded by taking very deep breaths and I could detect between
breaths his mouth opening and gasping as if he were desperately trying
to inhale from his nostrils and mouth, every aroma embedded in the
fibres of Uncle Jeff's raunchy jockstrap.

"Mmmmmmmmm," was his response.

"Yeah, that's my fuckin' sniff pig.  Smell my stink!  Breathe my fuckin'
stink man!  It's what you fuckin' live for!"

With that a new sound emerged.  The sound of hocking and in one swift
motion of Uncle Jeff's upper body, in a quick jerk, a wad of spit landed
on the man's stomach.

The man responded by swirling his fingers in the slime from Uncle Jeff's
mouth spreading it outwards over his hairy stomach and working it into
his pubic hair.

Another hock and Uncle Jeff spewed another wad of spit this time onto
the man's furry chest.  It clung in a glob to his chest hair.

"Rub that in your stinking armpits pig!"  Uncle Jeff's voice was
becoming more forceful and demanding.

The man obviously obeyed and his hand disappeared from view in an upward
motion.

"Fuckin' gettin' off on this aren't you pig?"

"Mmmmmmmmm," came the familiar response followed by loud sniffs and
gasps.  Uncontrollable moaning.

Chapter 4

My hand squeezed and squeezed my imprisioned cock.  I was captivated not
only by the vision of my Uncle Jeff's naked, lewdly postured body; but
by the raunchiness of his voice and its commands and ultimately I was
intrigued by the uncertainty of the identity of the man sprawled out
before Uncle Jeff.

Uncle Jeff continued stroking his cock.  The movements of his right arm,
from my view, suggested that.

Then a new twist.  Uncle Jeff took his left hand and began seductively
running his hand over the furry globed of his ass.  Slowly.  Each
movement of his hand responding with an ever so slow gyration of his
ass.  It was as if he were gently kissing his ass with his hand!

He continued this sexy sway with his hand carressing his ass for about a
minute.  Then ever so slowly he stopped.  His hand covering his hairy
ass trench.  As if he almost knew he had an audience from the rear so to
speak, seductively he inserted a finger into that hairy crevice.  His
finger seemed to sink deeper and deeper until it had impaled itself upon
the object of his desire, the other fingers splayed out tightly over the
cheeks of his ass.

I nearly creamed my jeans.  I removed my hand quickly from my crotch.
My hand balled up into a fist and I could feel with my fingers a coating
of slime in the palm of my hand.  I knew I hadn't cum yet.  I spread
open my hand and looked down.  The slime coating was pre-cum.  Silky and
slick.  The wet spot on my jeans looked as though I had pissed in my
pants!  Instinctively I brought my hand up to my face.  Silently, my
tongure darted out to savor the deliciousness my cock had deposited onto
the palm of my hand.

As erotically as Uncle Jeff had inserted his finger into the recessess
of his ass trench; just as slowly and provacatively he withdrew his
finger.

Inch by inch his finger emerged, ever so slowly as if he found pleasure
where his finger had been.  When completely withdrawn from his ass,
Uncle Jeff's finger was coated heavily with a brown slime.

He turned his head slightly and towards the rear.  I knew his
penetrating green eyes were beholding the wondrous sight of his finger
slimed over with shit.  His shit.

He seemed mesmerized at the sight of his dirty finger.  Entranced, Uncle
Jeff slowly raised his hand towards his face pausing before his
nostrils.  A thin line of spit dripped from the corner of his mouth and
fell silently to the tiles below.  Uncle Jeff was immersed in the
raunchiness of his actions.

His mouth spread in a sensuous smile revealing his perfect set of pearly
white teeth.  His tongue, like a snake, darted out and flicked, ever so
lightly, over his lips.  His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply the
aroma of his filth.  The aroma of his shit.  Fresh, warm and raw on his
finger.

"Fuckin' righteous!" he moaned as he exhaled.

He threw his head back.  His eyes glazed. His mouth wide open  His long,
silky brown hair streaked with whisps of gold cascading down his back.

"Have I got a treat for you pig!"  Uncle Jeff moaned seductively.

"You like Jeff stink don't you mother fucker?" he continued in a
gutteral voice, "You crave my stink don't you sniff whore?"

"Mmmmmmmmm ... yessssssssss," came a hissing response.  Audible but not
protracted enough to ascertain identity.

With that Uncle Jeff turned and bent forward leaning over the man
outstreatched on the floor but hidden from my view.  As he did so his
rock hard dick was thrust downwards between his legs, not missing one
stroke on his cock.

I nearly gasped.  Uncle Jeff's dick was huge matching the length and
girth of the man's solid, dripping rod beneath him!

"Don't take my stinkin' jockstrap off your face,"  Uncle Jeff uttered to
the man.

"I'm gonna fuckin' enhance the Jeff stink you love so much!"

With that I could only use my imagination of what occured next.  Without
losing a stroke with his right hand gliding up and down on his turgid
cock, Uncle Jeff's left arm moved forward and slightly upward.

"Smell this pig!"  Uncle Jeff practically shouted, "fuckin' get high on
raw Jeff stink you fuckin' bitch-slut!"

The sounds that followed nearly put me over the edge.  Heavy sniffing
resonated the room followed by deep grunts and the sound of sloppy, wet
slurping.

The stud on the floor was obviously smelling and sucking Uncle Jeff's
dirty finger as well as inhaling all the scents he could from the
jockstrap obviously drapped over his face!

"This is too much!" my mind screamed to me.  "Fuck!  I'd have gladly
done all of these things for you Uncle Jeff.  What's he got that I
don't?"  I almost sobbed in ecstacy and jealously.

"Who is that fucker Uncle Jeff that has the honor and privilege of
smelling you ... tasting you?" I fumed to myself.

"Fuck! we showered together right here; shared the same bedroom
together; did so much together.  Why are your attentions turned so much
towards this stud?"  My mind kept racing, talking to me!

"I'd have gladly done all of this for you Uncle Jeff.  You're so fuckin'
gorgeous and at least I'd say more to you than this dumb fuck!"

Chapter 5

In the midst of my rationalizing, anylyzing the scene before me, Uncle
Jeff suddenly stood up and with one swift motion pulled the jockstrap
from the man's hungry nostrils and mouth.

Swinging round, repositioning himself, in that brief instant as Uncle
Jeff shot himself upwards and swung his body around so that this time
his throbbing cock was facing me, the dirty jockstrap, the object of the
man's desire who was lying under Uncle Jeff, clenched in Uncle Jeff's
hand was suddenly facing me.

In that instant Uncle Jeff released his hold from his cock and flinging
himself around presented himself to my view with one hand clasping the
filthy jockstrap; the other outstreatched hand with the remnants of his
shit on his finger.  In one instant Uncle Jeff brought both his hands to
his face and surrendered himself to the aroma he gave to the man beneath
him.

"Fuckin' Jeff stink," he shouted, his body heaving with every inhalation
he took.

In that instant.  In that flash of movement that Uncle Jeff took,
reversing his position, came recognnition.

It came quickly, swiftly.  Just a glance.  But in that brief, split
second I recognized the object of Uncle Jeff's mounting lust.

Chapter 6

With recognition there welled up within me many mixed emotions:  lust,
desire, jealousy and anger.

"You filthy fuck!" my mind screamed to me the instant I recognized the
man Uncle Jeff was playing with.  "How could you ... you fuckin'
beautiful bastard!"

Tears welled up in my eyes.  In one split second I was torn up.  My
emotions were on a bouncing roller coaster ride.  Lust.  Desire.
Jealousy. Anger.  All crashing down.

I wanted to pull myself up; tear myself away and run making as much
noise as I could in the process so that the bastard lying beneath my
Uncle Jeff, my beautiful, sensuous, erotic Uncle Jeff would know my
hatred if only for one brief second!

Hell.  I was just sixteen!  I was emerging into that sexual awarness of
myself, seeing my Uncle Jeff in a new light that I'd never seen before
but had secretely masturbated, fantasized about.

"Weren't Uncle Jeff and I super close?" I thought to myslef feeling the
erection I had going for me begin to diminish.  "Wasn't he more like a
big brother to me than my uncle?"

"And now this!"  My mind screamed to myself.  I was trying to get a grip
on things.  My young mind couldn't comprehend all the sexual situations
of adults.

"Fuck! Uncle Jeff, sweet Jeffery!" I moaned to myself referring to Jeff
by his given family name, "I'd have done anything for you!  To please
you!  To make you happy!  Why did you have to break my heart and choose
this fuckin' bastard?  Or did he force you Jeffery?  Condition you?
Train you for this!"

My mind was spinning.  Youth cannot possibly comprehed the complexities
of adult situations.  But Uncle Jeff was only eight years older than I.
And the man he was playing with was ten years older than him.

"Fuckin' bastard," I screamed to myself, "fuckin' filthy asshole pig!"

My mind was numb.  It eventually eased into a state of conscienceness
that tried to cope with the situation at hand.  Yes, I lusted for my
Uncle Jeff and here he was, the object of my desire giving himself so
freely to this other man.  Yet I envied the other man Uncle Jeff was
seemingly deriving so much pleasure from.  And yet I hated the other
man, now knowing his identity, but jealous of him all at the same time!

"Smell my ass!" Uncle Jeff commanded.

"You like my dirty, stink ass?"  Uncle Jeff asked.

"Yes," the man responded.

"You know I've always loved it when you've put your raunchy ass on my
face."

"Fuck!" I thought, "this isn't the first time.  They've done it before."

Uncontrollably, my cock began to swell again, despite the tears rolling
down my cheeks.

Uncle Jeff began grinding his ass on the man's face.

"Yeah," he moaned, "get my Jeff stink all over your fuckin' pig face!"

"You know what I want most," the man responded slurping Uncle Jeff's ass
with gusto.

"Yeah pig.  I know."

"Feed me please, Jeffery!" the man pleaded.

"Want my filthy butt slop?" Uncle Jeff moaned.

"Yes Jeffery," the man responded, "I'm hungry!"

With that, the man's hungry lips encircled Uncle Jeff's asshole, sucking
hungrily like the pig that he was!

A fart escaped Uncle Jeff.  The kind I recognized.  Wet. Juicy.  A shit
fart.

The man opened his mouth to receive the incence of Uncle Jeff's asshole.

"Mmmmmmmm," he moaned.  His cock reacting with jerks and throbs of its
own.

"Here it comes pig,"  Uncle Jeff shouted, "the ultimate Jeff stink man!
My fuckin' shit!"

The pig opened his mouth to receive Uncle Jeff's waste.  His mouth
filled with Uncle Jeff's shit.  When the pig couldn't contain it all,
the brown, stinking sludge, oozed out of his pig hungry, sucking mouth
spreading its raunchy filth over the pig's face.

This was too much for me.  The edge had been breached.  My newly aroused
cock tumbled over the edge and spurt after spurt of hot teen cum soaked
my jeans.

In that explosive moment Uncle Jeff's piercing green eyes glanced up and
riveted upon my sexually frenzied blue eyes.  Our gaze locked.  Frozen
in each others' recognition.  I had been discovered.  So had he.

A smile curled on Uncle Jeff's face.  His mouth, inaudibly formed the
word "Squirt," the nickname he gave me.

I gazed deeply into his eyes and whispered back, "Jeffery!"

And whom do you think was the object of my hatred and jealousy?

My Dad!

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