Date: Sat, 21 May 2005 14:56:29 -0400
From: jocstrapfan@aol.com
Subject: Learning from Uncle Matt

This is a work of fiction, written to simply be enjoyed. As always, I
appreciate comments and suggestions!


	It all started the summer I turned 18, I stayed at my aunt and
uncle's house. I'd been there only a few days when my cousin Reece came
home for a week to visit. He and I were never close. He's five years older
than me and our families lived 1,500 miles apart plus we didn't have a lot
in common. So the thought of having to share a room with him was
uncomfortable.

	I was in bed when he came in later that night. The room was too
dark to see as he stripped down. I imagined the sight of his bulky frame
slipping between the sheets. Horny teenager that I was, my hardened cock
strained my shorts.

	"Hey Luke, you asleep." He whispered to me, I didn't replay.

	I heard his breathing deepen after a few minutes, a soft murmuring
"yes" over and over. Then it was the unmistakable sound of flesh against
flesh that made me realize Reece was jerking off. I slowly rolled in his
direction hoping to see but there wasn't even a ray of moonlight. I snaked
my hand into my jockeys to palm my horny erection. The pace soon quickened,
his short panting breathes grew louder, more even With a final 'Fuck yeah"
I knew he spilled his seed. I opened my mouth in a silent groan and drained
my nuts. I soon fell into a dreamless sleep.

	I was woken out of a dead slumber by the sound of the bed
creaking. I studied Reece's naked form as he lay there; broad shoulders,
meaty chest sprinkled with black hair, peaked with dollar-sized nipples,
the thick tree-truck legs spread. His cock, magnificent. Eight solid
inches, deeply veined and capped with a smooth, shiny head that was moist
and dripping. I ground my swollen prick deeper into the mattress as I
watched. He pounded and bucked while he stroked himself faster. Head back,
with eyes shut he pumped his hose. I faintly heard him groan, "gonna
shoot." His back arched and with a prolonged 'yessssss!" his throbbing meat
exploded. When the first white ropy jet arced up his belly I lost it. I bit
the pillow fighting back the urge to moan and thrust my spraying shaft
deeper into the bed. I filled my shorts with another hot cum-load.

	Reece hastily stood up, his creamy discharged snaked wetly through
the patch of his pubes as he headed to the bathroom. I rolled over and fell
back to sleep.

	We never spoke about it although he must have known I was aware of
what he was doing. I went to sleep each night and woke up every morning to
the sound of him beating off. Then it was the fourth or fifth evening of
his stay that he was in bed reading when I turned in for the night. I
quietly pulled off my clothes, dove into the bed. Through half shut-eyes I
watched the movement under the sheets, the hand moving up and down his
hidden stalk. After 15 minutes, he seemed satisfied I was asleep and
reached for the light switch, it was then that I noticed the hand-towel
sitting on his nightstand.

	He was primed and ready, it was only moments when I heard the
familiar sounds of him nearing the edge. I fought the ache in my balls, the
urge to pump along with him. He climaxed with short grunt and was snoring
softly within minutes.

	Finally, I quietly rose, judged the distance between our beds and
my hand found the damp cloth. I inhaled the intoxicating aroma of his
pungent spunk, my burning nutsscreamed for release. I covered my bloated
cock-knob with the wet towel and smeared his oily juice along my shaft. My
dick pounded continually as I again sniffed then with tongue extended, I
tasted his spicy discharge. My cock jerked, a stream of pre-cum pooled on
my belly. I chewed madly on the towel, sucked out his load while I fisted
myself over the edge. My balls exploded, thick rich jets of cum splattered
my shoulders, chest, belly. I scooped up as much as I could and sucked my
fingers clean.

	I was disappointed when Reece left but he more than fueled my
fantasies. The following few weeks were quiet, I was getting overly horny
and frustrated. I was out one evening on a late evening walk. I had cut
through an alley and just as I was about to turn onto the next street I
heard something that made me stop. I peered through the bushes into a small
backyard; a man stood naked beer can in one hand, his soft log in the
other, taking a leak. I watched him down the beer, shake out the last few
drops. The shaking became long strokes, he pulled the fleshy meat. He
turned and went inside. I was just about to leave when he reappeared. With
a fresh beer, surrounded in a halo of moon-light, he sat and idly stroked
himself rigid.

	"Why don't you come out of the bushes and join me." The voice deep,
quiet. "And don't bother zipping it up." He added as he again disappeared
inside.

	I must have blushed at the last comment. I'd unzipped my pants to
release my rigid tool. He'd returned with a beer for me just as I
approached the patio.

	"Have a seat" He said, handing me the beer. He sat, his cock
slapped his stomach loudly. "Nice dick." He added.

	My erection responded, jerked reflexively. A stream of silvery sap
trickled down the shaft.

	"I'm Dylan." He nodded at me.

	"Lucas.": I answered.

	Neither one of us spoke, simply sat drinking beer and watched each
other. I'd never seen a guy with balls as big as Dylan's, he got into
yanking on them which made his prick flex and jump.

	"You always ooze like that, Lucas?" I nodded in answer to his
question. "Yeah, I bet that big cum-gun of yours is loaded and ready. Nice
big cock. C'mere, let me see it up close."

	I rose, my shorts dropped. I stepped out of them as I moved toward
him. He stared at my one-eyed monster. He reached for my nuts.

	"Full balls." He whispered as he fondled me. I nearly lost
it. "Getting close, too. Need to pop your load, don't you?" Fingers circled
my sack and yanked. I winced. "Look at that fucker leak, man. You wanna
shoot that hot load all over me? C'mon, cover me with your cum."

	His horny talk was getting to me. That and the sight of him, legs
spread as he stroked, spit into his hand and shoved a finger up his ass.

	"Cum with me." He panted. "Give me your hot, cock-cum."

	His eyes never wavered from my dick. He yanked his ball bag, a
fountain of white cream jettisoned and I aimed my swollen cock at him. The
first blast landed in the center of his chest, the second his left
nipple. I gave in to the orgasmic feelings spasming in my groan, shut my
eyes and pounded my spraying hose.

	I was startled back into reality at the sensation of heat and wet
surround my bloated knob. I think I purred, it was the first time anyone
had taken me into their mouth. My shaft throbbed, enveloped in the tight
warmth. He siphoned out the last of my load. I finally had to push him
away, fell back in the chair, exhausted and spent. Dylan went inside and
returned with more beer.

	Silver streaks of liquid streamed down his smooth skin. I ran my
fingers up his chest, to taste the fiery mixture of our spunk. We talked
for an hour until I realized the time. I left, with a promise to return
soon.



		A few nights later, I woke in the middle of the night,
unable to sleep. The den was dark except for the light of the TV. Since my
aunt was out of town I thought my uncle must have fallen asleep. My cousin
Reece is the spitting image of his father. At 45 years old, Uncle Matt was
6'3", big and burly. But a sweet man, never said a mean thing about anyone
? a kind, gentle soul.

	He was sitting on the sofa in his bathrobe and staring at the
screen. He didn't acknowledge me when I poked my head in and asked if he
was alright. I walked toward him to make sure he was okay, I could see the
TV out of the corner of my eye and couldn't believe what he was
watching. It was the close up of a blond woman with about six inches of
stiff cock shoved down her throat. I gaped, finally I sat down next to him,
stunned. As the camera panned out, I could see she was riding another
man. His swollen, red-veined shaft appearing and disappearing.

	I couldn't believe I Uncle Matt would get into something like
that. Porn just didn't seem to be his style. But he was riveted, thankfully
because all I was wearing was jockey shorts and I'd thrown a bone-on. The
bulge was obvious. The guy getting sucked had whipped his dick out and
began to long-fist his engorged meat. I glanced at my uncle; his bathrobe
opened on top, his massive chest covered in long, dark, silky hairs. The
pungent odor of his sweat filled the room.

	The man on the screen growled and started to cream. The second man
pulled his spewing dick out and the two drained their balls. I couldn't
stop my fingers from tracing the throbbing mound between my legs.

	"Take 'em off, if you want." Uncle Matt's voice was hushed, barely
audible. His eyes still riveted.

	I stood and dropped my shorts. My cock, hard and horny sprang
out. I sat back down, not touching myself. The scene shifted to two
handsome men; one blond, one bald, enter a hotel room, followed by a buxom
woman. Seconds after the door is closed she's on hands and knees unzipping
the bald man's pants while the blond has his hand up her dress. I focus on
the blond man as he undresses. Strongly muscled chest already glistening
with sweat. Shoes and socks hastily kicked off, pants drop to reveal a very
thick, 7 1/2 solid inches.

	My dick bounced, the drooling head tickled by the hair covering my
stomach. The first man is shoved out of the way, his spit covered shaft
wavered in the air. He watches briefly as the second man is now being
serviced; then strips of his shirt revealing a furry chest. Naked, he
kneels between the woman's legs. I palm my balls as I watch his fingers
gripped tightly around his meat.

	Uncle Matt moves as if in slow motion. The belt of his robe is
carefully untied. The right side falls to his side, I glance along his fur
covered flank. I can just see the edge of his furry pubic triangle. There's
movement under the robe, rhythmic thumping. Eyes never waver from the TV,
the two men have taken the women, one from the front, the other behind. I'm
glued to the sight of my uncle's crotch, wait in anticipation.

	When I look back to the movie, I can't stop the gasp, nor the spurt
of pre-cum that shot through my shaft. There's a close up of the blond
muscleman with this face buried in the bald one's hairy ass. His tongue
dancing around and around the wrinkled butt-hole while he fingers the fuzzy
balls. Suddenly Uncle Matt's robe is open.

	"Holy shit!" I whisper. Uncle Matt's big horse cock throbbed in
response. At least 8 1/2 inches and thick. I had to will myself not to
shoot off as I studied the slab, veins crisscross the swollen monster
that's as fat at the head as at the base. The mushroomed cap, red and
bloated with a slight pearly drop atop the broad slit. I look in time to
see muscleman's rigid stalk slide into the glistening asshole. Uncle Matt's
bone thumps.

	Fingers curl around the huge shaft, he pumps steadily. The scene is
now only the two men, the woman watches from the across the room as they
fuck, doggy-style on the bed. I run a finger experimentally along my
ass-crack. The two maneuver around, muscleman on the bed, the other sits
his broad ass down on the waiting dick. He bounces up and down, fucking
himself while he pounds his raging man-meat. Uncle Matt matches stroke for
stroke, his breathing ragged. Muscleman leans forward, slips his lips
around the straining erection.

	I keep myself as close to the edge as I dare. I slowly worked my
finger up my sweaty hole to the first knuckle, adjusting to the invading
digit while I watched Uncle Matt stroke, his massive 'nads started to
tighten. The end draws near. Muscleman frantically fists his dick, the
other man's meat pounding in and out of his throat until it's suddenly
pulled out, his face is covered in cum-honey when he starts to spray.

	Uncle Matt exploded with a roar. A thick velvety stream blasted
over his shoulder. By the third eruption, I had shoved the finger all the
up my hole and I joined him in orgasmic bliss. The groans wouldn't stop. I
pounded and stroked, til I was covered with my spermy load. Rivulets of
white juice trickled through the mat of fur covering Uncle Matt's chest.

	Abruptly he turned off the TV and went upstairs to bed.



		He was gone by the time I woke up the next morning. Every
time I thought about the previous night and his colossal member, I threw a
boner. I was also a little worried about what he might say or not say. But
I had a productive day and had dinner ready for him when he got home from
work. He didn't say a word, acted as if nothing happened.

	I was in bed by 10 that night. I tried to read but I couldn't get
my mind off the night before. Or my hand out of my crotch. I just about
ready to turn off the light and have a slow jack when there was a knock on
the door. Uncle Matt peaked his head into my room.

	"Can I come in for a minute?" He asked tentatively.

	He stood near the bed, wouldn't look at me.

	"Luke, about last night?" He started.

	I interrupted. "Uncle Matt, it's forgotten. I won't say a word to
any."

	"Sometimes?" he struggled for the words. "People have needs."

	I noted while his eyes wouldn't meet mine, there were more than a
few furtive glances toward my groin. I had the sheets pulled down to my
waist, there was an distinctive tenting, my stiff shaft pulsed. I reached
beneath and pretended to scratch my leg. The sheets lowered enough to
reveal the purple crown. There was a short intake of breath.

	He went on. "Needs that sometimes make others uncomfortable."

	"Uncle Matt," I interrupted again. "I know that. Hell, most of the
time I have a problem not getting an erection. See" I whipped back the
sheets. He stared at my dancing bone. He took a step closer to the
bed. "Jacking off helps, otherwise I'd be walking around with a constant
hard-on."

	He smiled at that and didn't say anything as he watched me slow
stroke my stiffer. Another step closer and he was near enough for me to
reach for the belt of his robe.

	"Luke," he told cautiously. "Not unless you want to."

	It wasn't tied tightly and his robe was soon open. Even half hard,
his cock was unbelievable. I could barely get my fingers around the
thickness. With a few short stroke, tip to base, he was rock hard. The heat
and pungent scent of crotch excited me insanely. I leaned forward, he
didn't stop me.

	My lips parted, I flicked my tongue along the broad piss-slit and
tasted his leaking jizz-juice. My virgin mouth opened and I began a slow
descent down his towering member.

	"Oh??.yes??" He moaned. I stopped halfway down the shaft to savor
the bulk invading my throat. Another inch, I had to stop. I worked my way
back up to suckle the tip. "Yea baby, suck my dick." He purred as I
swallowed again.

	I trembled at the touch of his finger tips trace the vein along my
pole, around the spongy rim. My hands found the mounds of his ass, covered
with silky hair. I pulled him closer in to me and fought the urge to pump
myself in his stroking hand. He pulled away, I felt empty, wanted more.

	"No, Uncle Matt." I begged but he was between my legs, tongue
extended. I felt the wetness slowly slide up my dick. "I'm too ready, I'll
shoot too soon."

	He kissed my belly, looked up at me and smiled. "And you'll take
longer the second time." He swallowed me, to the base.

	"So good." I could barely speak. I bucked against him, willed the
burning ache in my balls to subside. "Oh fuck. Feels so good. Oh nooooo."
He sucked, slobbered, the spittle dripped between my legs. I felt a broad
finger wriggle against my tight hole. And I couldn't stop myself from
spreading my legs to give him better access.

	"Gonna shoot." I moaned. "Of fuck, stop, please, gonna blow.." The
finger wriggled deeper up my chute, the mouth hotter and tighter. I finally
gave in. "Oh yessssssss." I shot, long and hard. He choked but only
slightly as I spewed my cum down his throat. I could feel him swallow again
and again. I gasped for breath and finally had to push him away. My
over-heated cock-head needed air.

	He stood, a smile on his face and a trickle of cream at both sides
of his mouth.

	"That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt." I didn't know
what else to say.

	"C'mon, get off the bed." He yanked me up and plunked himself
down. "Now, sit that pretty little ass down on my face and get your mouth
busy."

	I couldn't believe what he was saying. He guided my knees against
his shoulder, I felt the strong hands pry my butt-cheeks apart and then the
wet tongue found it's target.

	I went wild and attacked him. My mouth found his horny meat and
swallowed. I was three quarters down his shaft before I had to stop. I
played the hairy ball-bag, a shudder ripped through him. I tugged the
sweaty sack, a hand on the back of my head urged me down further.

	His tongue worked magic, prodding deeply into me. I let him set the
pace, sometimes slow then faster and faster. I was hard again, my stiffness
raked through the curly hair of his chest while I bounced against his
face. I didn't want it to end but I knew when it was near. He leaned back,
I could feel the short warm breathes against my opened hole.

	Oh yeah, oh yeah, yes!" He repeated again and again, each time
another short savage thrust down my throat. "Take it, hot cummmmmmmm" He
screamed and my mouth was filled with a rush of hot, thick fluid. I
swallowed, hard and fast. But not fast enough and I choked, again and
again. I was too inexperienced and there was too much. Most of his precious
cum load landed on my face.

	My engorged stalk pounded into his chest, the sweat soaked mat of
fur scratched the sensitive skin. He rolled me onto my back, my hole
readily opened to the probing finger.

	"Stroke yourself," he encouraged. "Play with that big cock. Let me
see it shoot all over."

	I pounded my meat savagely, groaned loudly when a second finger
stretched me open. All too soon, my nuts began to tingle, the sap began to
boil. His fat digits found their mark deep inside me, a burst of heat raced
through my shaft.

	"Cum for me, Luke." Uncle Matt crooned. "Beautiful. Shoot that hot
load." My cock sprayed, white froth rained, cascaded all over myself.

	He wouldn't let me clean myself up, I fell asleep crushed in his
powerful arms, our skin glued together by my dried spunk. I woke up several
times to his soft snores with a hand buried in the warmth of his
crotch. Falling back to sleep again with my face nuzzled in his furry
chest.

	He was gone when I finally rose the next morning. I found him in
the bathroom, fresh from the shower. The soft log of his prick bounced atop
his plump ball bag while he toweled off. I was on my knees in seconds with
the spongy cap filling my mouth. He began to shave, his inflamed member
pumped in and out my willing mouth. He let me tongue him until he had to
dress for work.

	I was in the kitchen, drinking coffee and palming my horny member
when he came in.

	"Play with that stick all you want, Luke. But you don't cum until I
tell you can. You understand." He was gruffer than I'd ever heard him. He
pulled me up in a big bear hug. My entire body jolted at the feel of a
tongue slither into my ear and he whispered, "You do and I'll have to spank
you. Or maybe I should just spank you."

	The sound echoed through the room when the palm of his hand smacked
my naked rear. I winced at the pain but could also feel a generous surge of
jizz-juice spill through my piss-slit. Uncle Matt smiled, scooped up the
pearly liquid and brought it to my lips. He left me standing there; hard
and horny.