Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2011 10:37:36 -0800 (PST)
From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Teddy's Discovery Chapter 5: Uncle Don

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Uncle Don

	"You know how I feel about your brother, Ken!" my mom was s
aying as I walked through the door.
	"Yes, but you know it'll take me two weeks of getting' nothin' else
done if I try t' do everything myself.  And, no one else we know has the time...
they've all got their own work t' stay ahead of."
	"I know, Don's nice enough, Ken.  It's just his drinking." mom
answered.  "Last time he came t' help, he did more damage than anything else."
	"Now, hon'..." my dad said.
	"Okay, I'm exaggerating."
	I stayed at the front door, pulling off my gym shoes n' socks trying
to piece together what was going on.
	"Look, I put him up in the hay barn where we'll be workin,' that way
he'll only really be in the house from time t' time and mostly just for dinner,"  Dad
offered.  "You know he's fine roughin' it and that'll keep him outta your hair."
	"Well, that's better," mom said.
	"Teddy," mom said as she came out of the dining room where she
and Dad had been talking.  "We're just about t' sit down t' dinner.  Your dad'll
fill you in on everything.  Go ahead n' set the table."
	"Sure, mom."
	I walked into the dining room and into the kitchen where dad was
twistin' the cap off a beer.
	"So, what's goin' on, Dad."  I asked, noticing all the scraps of hay
stickin' in the hair on his head n' chest.
	"Well, one of the horses got into the small hay barn, had a fit when
she couldn't find her way back out of a place she wasn't used to, and kicked the
supporting beam out from under the center of the loft.  Whole goddamned thing
came down."
	"Your Uncle Don is over t' help.  You remember your Uncle Don,
don'cha, champ?"
	"Vaguely," I answered, trying to remember.
	"Well, I think you were only nine or ten when he was here last...
and, didn't see much of him.  He was after all that flooding we had helpin' me
get the fences back up.  Out from east Texas?"
	"Oh, yeaaahh...always laughing and kinda clumsy, big guy?" I asked.
	Dad hesitated, then said, "Welllllll, yeah, that's prob'ly a good
description.  Anyway, you'll see 'im tomorrow when y' get home from school
n' football practice.  He's bunkin' in the barn, so we prob'ly won't be seein' 'im
this evenin.'"


	I remembered Uncle Don alright...bulldozer redneck.  An inch or
two taller and a good forty pounds heavier than Dad.  Barrel-chested n'
thick-legged, he always seemed to be busting out of his clothes.  If I remembered
right, he seemed to have kind of boxer's face...more square than Dad, but still
with the strong features.  Squinty eyes...that I did remember.  Kind of half-open
eyes I wondered about how well he could see with, but now seemed sexy as I
thought about it.  He'd spent sixteen years in the marines.  Dad had said Uncle
Don had always been a tough guy...always getting himself stationed in dangerous
areas and seeing a lot of action.  He'd told me my uncle was a good man, he just
had a few issues from his years overseas.  And, he'd said to steer clear of Uncle
Don when he seemed extra "clumsy."
	After dinner I said good night saying I was going to study, went to
my room, closed the door, and then snuck out the window to make the long
walk out to the hay barn.  I wanted to see what Uncle Don looked like now.
As a kid, he'd seemed like a giant to me.  The more I thought about it, the more
I saw him as a damned hot man with his rugged face, stocky muscle-build, and
red flat-top.
	As quietly as possible, I made my way to the only window my dad
had put in when we built the barn.  I leaned in at one corner and looked inside.
Had he let himself go, or was he still the man my memory painted him to be?
	Uncle Don had his back to me leaning over an ice chest.  The first
thing I noticed was his wide strong butt and solid thighs.  As he stood up, his
shirt wrinkling all over as it stretched tight across his torso...arms busting out of
the rolled-up sleeves.  He turned around and walked over to a little TV set he
must've brought with him and I could see his western shirt gaping open some
between each of the pearl snaps.  Man, he looked like a total redneck from the
bad side of town in the beat up cowboy hat and even more beat up old boots.
He even had about a four-day growth of short reddish beard and huge bushy
mustache that went well below his wide square jaw.
	I noticed a couple of other things, too.  One, there appeared to be
two lemons and something about the thickness of a vacuum cleaner hose draping
over to one side pushing the front of his jeans out from his crotch.  The other
thing was that he was in wranglers so threadbare they almost seemed white
and the waist band was cut vertically on each side, just sliced through....probably
the only way he could close the button on them they were so tight.
	He'd moved about twelve double-stacked hay bales together and
used mom's sheets and blankets to make somewhat of a raised queen-sized
bed that he now threw his hat on and moved over to where I couldn't see him.
I pressed my face against the grimy glass, but still couldn't see him.
	Suddenly, a steel grip latched onto my upper arm and lifted me off
the ground as I began being half-dragged away from the window and into the
barn.  Once inside, he leaned close with thick mustache bristling against my my
ear and slurred, "Want a closer look, do ya, boy?" just before he sent me
sprawling down onto the hey-strewn barn floor.
	"Didn't nobody ever tell ya, boy," he continued as he slowly slid
his belt from his ratty jeans, "it just aint neighborly t' stare in a man's wind'a
without him give y' the go-ahead?"
	Man, the grin on his weathered face was wicked...scary, mean,
and all sexy.  I was lookin' over my shoulder, literally shaking, when I realized
I was looking at his face while that's not where his eyes were focused.  One arm
underneath with the other pushing my left side up from the floor, one knee
cocked up near my waist curved my back arching my ass up in the air.
	All of a sudden, he moved like lightning.  It shocked the hell out of
me for a man that big AND that drunk to move that fast.  In one step, he had
me in one of those tree-trunk arms liftin' me off the floor and carrying me over to
his makeshift bed before dropping me down.  He put one of those big rugged
paws in the small of my back, pressing me into the blanket as my legs spilled on
the floor behind me.
	Suddenly, he grabbed the back of the waist of my jeans and jerked
my ass a few inches up off the "bed."
	"Boy," he reared his arm back and brought that belt crashing down
against my suspended butt, "...when a man..." he brought it down again, the
sharp pain causing me to jerk and cry out, "...asks you a question,..." the belt
burned across my ass yet again, before he snarled, "...you're scrawny ass better
damned well answer!  You hear me, pretty boy?"
	"Yes sir," I managed to get out through the tears and the throat
closed up tight to keep from sobbing.  Scrawny?  Pretty ????
	"PFFFF, SHIT BOY!" he stepped back and widened his stance
menacingly, "Now come on..."  He hauled his arm back again, and I saw the
leather slice through the air before I heard the crack echo through the barn as
the belt seared into my ass yet again, "...surely, you can do better'n'at!" he
chuckled as he hooked his thumbs in his pockets and thrust his hips forward,
"...son."
	"YES, SIR!" I got out louder.
	He just chuckled and said, "Now, boy..."
	He looked at the ground and kicked some hay before looking up
at me with one eye pointedly closed, "It sure is gonna be a LONG night for your
cocksuckin' ass.  Cause I KNOW..." he leaned forward almost losing his balance
in the process, "...you're a cocksucker."
	He didn't recognize me, that was obvious...thank god.  I still wasn't
even sure about my sexuality, but he sure seemed to be.  Fuck, and tomorrow...
tomorrow he WOULD know I was his nephew, his brother's son.  His brother's
son that Uncle Don was clearly convinced was queer.  What would he say?
Would he tell mom and dad about me staring at him through the window?  Good
god, it hit me that I'd REALLY fucked up!
	But, I didn't have more than a second to consider all that because
Uncle Don then grabbed my waist band again, and tossed me BACK on the
floor!
	"Now, STAY there!" He ordered as he turned and swaying as he
walked over to the ice chest pullin' out another beer before stumblin' back over.
	I lowered my head and mumbled, "I'm not a cocksucker."
	"What'd you say, boy!" he bellowed.
	I tried to look defiant and confident as I looked up at him and
repeated more firmly, "I'm NOT a cocksucker!"
	He just cocked his head over to one side and looked down at me
with a sneer of snide disbelief.
	"Now, you listen here, y' lil' queer..." he slurred as he reached down
t' grip the base of his fat cock laying lazily across his thigh.  He thrust his hips
forward, making it look like that cock was going to bust through the well-worn
age-bleached out denim.
	"I know you.  I know all you ranch n' farm boys.  All you lil'
countryfucks spendin' all your time in school n' helpin' out at home.  Never no
time t' go out on a date."  He tipped back the beer, draining over half of it.  Then,
he pulled his hand from the base of his fat cock to take his beer, while the other
dropped down to stroke it from mid-length out to the head....shakin' his head as
he looked down at me.
	"I grew up with you boys, don't'cha forget that.  Workin' with your
"daddies," uncles, neighbor men...gettin' sweaty..." I could see his cock lengthening
further across his thigh as he talked.  JESUS, how fucking big was that python
he had trapped inside???  He just kept stroking, slow and easy as he continued.
	"...strippin' down to the waist...muscles rippling..."
	"Oh, yeah, boy," he stumble half a step closer to me, quickly regaining
his balance, "I watched your kind starin' at my cock like they aint seen no feed in
a week.  Their lil' cocksuckin' dicks pokin' their jeans out, them dumb asses tryin'
t' hide it.  But get a beer or two in 'em out at the swimmin' hole later, n' them boys
like you'd be all over me...suckin' my big ol' hog like they'd never get enough."
	"But'cha know what I really liked?"  He cocked his head back and
leered down his nose at me with raised eyebrows over bloodshot dark green
eyes twinking with a new heat.  He furrowed his heavy brow when I didn't respond,
then bent over and grabbed my jaw in a crushing grip...eyes boring into mine,
squinting maliciously, daring me not to answer.
	I lowered my eyes from his, "No, what?"
	His face broke into an amused grin as he asked me if I wanted a
beer.
	"Um, sure...okay."  I said in a quiet voice, feeling unsure of everything
at this point.
	"Open your mouth, boy." he said as he took another swig of his own.
	When I didn't, because I didn't understand the reason, he dug his
thumb and fingers into my cheeks and jaw forcing my jaw open.  Then, he peeled
his lips back and spit a thin jet of beer through his teeth straight into my mouth!  I
had no choice but to swallow as some dribbled down my chin...eyes widened in
shock.
	He tightened his grip on my jaw again and pulled my face right up to
his, nose to nose, lips almost touching, eyes drilling into mine.
	"What I really liked..." his voice dropped deeper and gravelly, "...was
when they couldn't wait t' get my horse-cock up inside their countryboy tails...
stretchin' that farm boy ass t' hell n' back...," he pressed even closer, lips now
brushing against mine, mustache and beard pressing against my face, hot beer-
drenched breath filling my nostrils.
	"...skewerin' 'em on that long thick bastard n' usin' 'em like a
goddamned drunken fuckin' ten dollar whore...poundin' n' drillin' n' rammin' till
their pussy-asses cried n' whined, but still shot their faggot loads all over
themselves... fuckin' queers."
	He shoved my face away landin' me on my back again as he pulled
himself up to his full height.
	"Oh yeah," he said as he tipped back the rest of his beer, "I know
you, boy.  Now shuck them duds, cause I'm gonna have me a queer-boy whore
t'night without spendin' a goddamned dime!"  He looped his belt behind his neck,
wide beefy hands gripping both ends as he rocked back on his heels.
	When I just layed there, he moved like lightning again grabbing my
jaw in a painful grip again.
	"Boy, if you don't get 'em off, I will.  N' if I do it, son, you won't
have a goddamned thing for your faggot ass t' wear home.  You got me?"
	I stared up with terrified eyes and silently started kicking off my
tennis shoes and unbuttoning my levi's.  That seemed to make him relax some as
he released my jaw and stepped back to watch.
	I knew I had no choice and hesitating was no option.  I felt humiliated
as I got down to my briefs and had to pull them off and reveal a fifteen year old
prick so hard it ached from being bent in my pants.
	"Yeah, I know you." he said a little breathlessly, "Now get your faggot
ass over here n' get my jeans open."
	I got on my knees and shuffled up to him as he pulled a pipe and bag
of tobacco from his back pocket.  He dug the pipe into the bag and then used a
thick finger to pack it in as I tried to work my fingers into his waistband to get to
the top button.
	"HEY HEY!  Careful there boy!" he said as I pulled some of his tightly
curled belly hair trying to get to the button.
	I pulled them out and tried again as he brought out a lighter and lit the
tobacco.
	I finally got the button popped and pulled his zipper down before I
reached to his sides and started working the jeans down his thighs.
	Man, his legs were coated in dense tight springy dark-red curling
body hair.  Ringlets plastered to his skin sprung up as I lowered his jeans down
to mid-thigh.
	I stopped there and just stared in awe!  There in front of me had to
be a cock even bigger than Mr. Fowler's!!
	The jeans had dragged his briefs halfway off his ass, but that huge
cock kept the front held up and stretched out in front of him like some obscene
white cotton tent!!  It stood out about six to eight inches from his body and was
STILL angled to the side across him...not even sticking straight out.  It had to
be fucking HUGE!!!
	Uncle Don grabbed both sides of the bottom of his shirt and pulled
as all the snaps gave way, his red-fur covered taut belly and slabs of chest
bursting into view.
	My eye travelled upward before I realized what I was doing,
absorbing everything about his big solid body.  Before I knew it, my eyes were
on his face.  He had a wicked knowing expression, cocky in that way rednecks
have that's annoying and undeserved ninety-nine percent of the time.  On this
bruiser of man, he'd earned the expression on his face and the pride in his wide-
legged stance.  Even drunk off his ass, he owned every move he made.
	"Don't just sit there, boy, take it out." He demanded...smoke curling
in front of his face with the pipe clenched in his teeth.
	He reached down and grabbed his rigid baseball bat meat and
knocked my face to the side with it.  Then, he stood there and beat my face
with it till my eyes watered from the impact.
	"I said take it out, queer boy!!" He growled as he grabbed me by
the hair, jerking my face right in front of that monster cock still trapped in his
briefs.
	I reached up for the elastic waistband and pulled down.  Suddenly
that huge cock sprung free and hit me on the chin before arching its way up my
cheek, eye, and finally coming to rest at the top of my forehead.
	I was staring into an equally huge set of balls hanging heavily and
forested in dark fire-red hair.  They looked like something off a horse or steer.
Most of the guys I'd seen naked in the showers at school with bigger dicks
always seemed to have small or even tiny balls.  Not this man.  His balls matched
his cock in size.  And whatta fucking hot cock!!  As I looked up at the base,
Uncle Don lowered his beer can down and pressed it against the side of his
firehose meat.
	"Yeah, purty fuckin' thick wood, aint it boy." He said making sure
I noticed his cock was almost as wide as the beer can.
	He tossed the empty can towards the ice chest, then grabbed that
hulking cock and rubbed it all over my face.
	He pressed it against my lips and flexed the huge fucker as a stream
of precum spilled out the head.  I opened my lips without thinking and licked and
sucked the salty syrup into my mouth, swiping my tongue back and forth over the
head of the massive cock trying to coax more out.
	As I did, he growled, "Awwwwww fuck," then shoved half of it in
before it hit the back of my throat.
	I sucked and vacuumed that cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue
over the underside, feeling the thick tube bulging underneath.  My lips were
stretched to their limit and my jaw was forced painfully open.  It actually hurt,
but FUCK it was HOT!  I'd thought Mr. Fowler was probably hung bigger
than any man I'd ever meet for the rest of my life.  But, Uncle Don...CHRIST,
he was better built for fucking big animals than people!!!
	Still holding me in place by the hair, he began slowly dragging that
fat ram in and out of my aching mouth.  He groaned low and mumbling drunkenly
about my mouth and tongue as he pistoned slowly in and out.
	Then, suddenly, he growled loud and jerked my head back shoving
his huge cock straight down my throat stretching my throat around his swollen
shaft.  My eyes bulged and I slapped at his chest, but the bastard just held it
there, groaning.  I beat on his chest and stomach, thrashing beneath him, which
only seemed to make him hold me tighter in place.
	"AWWWW, fuck YEAHHHHHH..." he ground his hips into my
face as I choked on his baseball bat forcing my throat left, right, forward, and
back!
	I started seeing white spots, tears rolling down my face, as he finally
pulled out and stumbled back to reach down and start fisting his massive cock..
a thick line of spit still hanging from the wide knobby head to my sputtering lips.
I was coughing and trying to catch my breath as I collapsed forward onto my hands.
	"Look at me, boy! He demanded, and I slowly raised my tear-stained
face.
	"Get over here," he growled.
	I slowly shook my head no.  I couldn't take any more.  I at least
needed him to give me a minute.  I needed to breathe.  I needed to rest my jaw,
my lips, and my throat.
	"I SAID, GET OVER HERE!"
	"No, please...." I half sobbed.
	"Boy, this is what you came for.  Don't lie t' me or your faggot self.
 Now....get....over....HERE!"
	New tears formed in my eyes, as I crawled toward him and his
monster meat.  I leaned my face against his thigh and put my hands on the back
of his legs for balance.
	"Please, I can't take any more."
	"Shut the fuck up, I aint even got started on your faggot ass," he
pulled me back by the hair again and shoved the head of his cock against my
closed lips.
	"Open up, boy."
	He swung that heavy piece of meat and slammed it against my face
again.  I swear I saw stars and was knocked dizzy when he forced his cock
past my throat.
	He immediately pulled my head back again and shoved back into
my throat, pulling my head forward and back, thrusting past the back of my
mouth and stretching the hell out of my throat on every stroke.  He fucked my
face like a machine, occasionally leaning down to blow pipe smoke in my face
and tell me how well I was doing with a sneer in his voice.
	I could taste his skin, feel his balls slapping my throat, smell sweaty
dusty woodsy stud crotch mixed with hay leather and pipe smoke, and hear his
deep gritty voice as he insulted and complimented me at the same time.
	He fucked my face over and over, battering my throat repeatedly
before he let up and pushed me backwards onto the floor.
	He kicked my legs apart and spread my knees wide with his booted
feet, then moved one of his pointed-toe boots into the crack of my ass.  The
leather was rough at the sole and even the suede top was a series of ragged
gouges and scrapes from heavy wear.
	He just looked down at me from above that swaying python jutting
out from above his bull-balls...lust and a kind of drunken sexual haze in his
expressioin.  Staring intensely and pinning me to the floor with his eyes...he
pulled his boot back and looked away just long enough to spit on the toe.  Then,
he brought his eyes back to bore into mine as he put his boot back into my ass
and pressed the toe against my ass-ring.  God, somehow he was right on target
...he jammed it right against the bullseye.
	Fuck, to my humiliation, my cock jumped and I gasped deeply.
He seemed to know just how to make my eyes go wide in an instant.
	He pressed the toe of his boot deeper, pushing past my butthole
and opening me up.
	I gasped and squirmed...part to get away from the rough abrasive
entry and part to feel it move inside my ass.
	"Yeah, boy, I know you, don't I," he said, quietly, for the first time
since the beginning of all this.
	"Tell me I'm right, boy." He pressed the toe of his boot even deeper.
It couldn't have been more than an inch or inch and a half...but it was so wide
and rough leathered, it was making my hole spasm around it
	"Yeah," I gasped, "yeah, you do."
	"That's what I wanted t' hear."  And he pulled his boot away and
place it on my chest.
	"Pull it off, queer boy."
	I reached up and pulled it off dutifully...accepting the role I had no
choice but to play.
	"Sock, too."
	I did, and he placed his other boot on my chest.  I did as before
leaving his long wide feet bare.  And, without asking or even thinking, I leaned
up to shimmy his jeans and briefs all the way off.  Uncle Don peeled off his
shirt as I worked and then forced his cock back down my throat, setting up a
steady rhythm again.  As his hefty tool stroked in and out, I began working it
with my tongue again getting used to when to breathe and when to hold it.  I
traced the skin pulled tight over the shaft and swirled against the underside.  I
think I was starting to get drunk and light-headed on the taste of his cock in my
mouth.
	Finally, he drove it in deep and held it there again.  My eyes flew
up to his as he held me there with no chance for me to breathe.  The bastard
started chuckling as he growled out, "Don't worry, puppy boy, you'll thank me
for this here in a bit."
	With that, he pulled out of my throat, "Okay, boy, enough of that
crap."
	I looked up at him wanting to get his dick back where it was, but
he grabbed me by the arm and lifted me off the floor.
	"It's rodeo time, boy, and I'm headed for the chute!" as he tossed
me ass-up over the bed again.
	"Wha..???" I tried to jump back up and he grabbed my arm then
twisted it behind my back pinning me to the bed.
	"Don't play coy with me now, ranch-rat.  We both know you didn't
come out here just t' suck some cock."
	"OW!!" I yelled as he painfully jerked my arm up higher and kicked
my legs apart one after the other forcing my back to arch my ass up off the
blanket covered hay bales...my hard teenage prick pressed uncomfortably
underneath.
	Then I felt something big and solid against my ass as I heard Uncle
Don spit and something wet slide down my ass crack.  HOLY SHIT !!  HE
WAS ABOUT TO FUCK ME !!!!