Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2012 09:11:28 -0800
From: tk <aznb0ikid@gmail.com>
Subject: Uncle Gary Part 5

Uncle Gary didn't force me to service his friends again. He'd made enough
from that first venture to content himself with caring for me. He kept the
video and shared them with those who fucked me, but I never saw the final
product. I didn't care to either. It probably would've shocked me and it
might even have sickened me with what might have been done to me when I
didn't know it.

The rest of the summer, Ricky and I stayed secluded from Uncle Gary. We
spent most of our time outdoors, either swimming in the community pool
deepening our tans or exploring the neighborhood and surrounding shopping
plazas. Every night and every morning, my ass would serve as a cum
receptacle for Ricky. It wasn't until the last month of the summer break
that Ricky's parents asked us to sit down with them. They announced that
they were splitting up. Ricky's mom would take custody of him and his
sister while Uncle Gary would take custody of me. The split would occur
before summer would end, but Uncle Gary would stay local enough for me to
continue going to school. Ricky would go to the community college near
their home.

Ricky and I shared a side long glance at each other, but otherwise remained
motionless and unresponsive. Ricky's parents got up and left. Ricky and I
entered into his closet of a room and sat beside each other against the
wall. I stared at my hands and turned to him to say something to find him
leaning in towards me and his lips finding mine.

Ricky gently forced me down onto my back as he quickly stripped off his
jeans and underwear while I attempted to do the same from my position on my
back. Ricky squatted back and quickly tugged off my clothes. He lifted my
legs into the air, leaned forward so that his torso pressed against the
backside of my thighs forcing my knees against my chest and brought his
head low and locked his lips to mine.

In a single swift motion, Ricky slid his cock into my ass with ease that
had been provided ever since I was gang-fucked by Uncle Gary and his
peers. I moaned and I clung to Ricky's muscular back. It was already slick
with the sweltering heat of summer and the cramped space of his bedroom. I
maneuvered my legs from being trapped between our torsos to underneath his
arms so that I could wrap them around Ricky's waist. They rested
comfortably above Ricky's sculpted ass, lightly covered with a curly brown
peach fuzz. He was his father's son through and through.

Ricky didn't hesitate, but began to pump his hips into me. Because of our
frequent fucks and our marathon love making deep into the nights, Ricky
gained the ability to prolong our sexual endeavors for so long that I
almost wished he would just cum so we could end. We'd be so drenched in
sweat, it would seem that we had just stepped from a shower or out of the
rain. As it were, both of us were already sweating profusely even though we
had just begun fucking. The sun poured in through the window and beat down
on Ricky's back nearly burning his bronzed skin. The white ass he had
during the school year was long gone after the hours we spent outdoors,
streaking in abandoned lots or skinny dipping when the neighborhood and
pool were quiet.

Ricky remained propped up on one elbow, but with his other hand, he reached
down between our bodies and jerked off my cock. I kept my own hands and
arms wrapped around Ricky's neck, locking his face against mine, as we
shared spit, saliva, and sweat. Even though it was mere minutes into
Ricky's fucking me, because of his jerking me off, my body convulsed, I
arched my back, and nearly shoved him off as I came and shot my load onto
my chest. Ricky didn't stop though. In a single fluid movement, without
removing his cock from my ass, Ricky flipped me over onto my stomach,
positioning me so that my face was pressed on the floor, my ass raised into
the air, and him kneeling behind me with his cock buried deep inside
me. Ricky gripped my hips and continued slamming his hips against my ass.

I grabbed my pillow and buried my face in it to keep my moans from being
heard. Ricky's cock moved so easily in and out of my ass now. It felt as if
his cock and my asshole were made for each other. His cock head stabbed
into my organs so smoothly and withdrew so swiftly it was as if our two
bodies were made for each other. Ricky leaned down over me and kissed the
back of my neck. The way his body melded against mine, the comforting way
his arms wrapped around my torso and held me in place so I couldn't escape
from the barrage of his fucking, and the constant penetration of my ass
caused me to cum again. A dribble of semen squirted out of my cock past the
gap in my thighs and onto the crusty carpet where it joined the dried
remains of our combined semen.

Ricky didn't relent. If anything it got rougher. Ricky's hands moved up
from my hips. I felt his fingers close around my throat. He pulled me up,
his grip tightening around my throat. My breathing came tough, but whether
it was the lack of oxygen or a sensitivity of my raw asshole, my cock
throbbed even more, leaking more semen. I brought my hands up to his hands,
but didn't pull his hands away. I let out a throaty gurgle. Ricky pulled me
in close to him by my throat. My mouth gaped open gasping for air. Ricky
slid his tongue into my mouth and sucked my tongue, feeding me his breath.

My body trembled. Sweat streamed down my face, slipping into my eyes
stinging and bringing out tears. Tears that meant more than the physical
pain of the saltiness slipping into my eyes. Ricky noticed the tears. He
released my throat and wrapped his arms around my chest. His lips touched
my neck. They sucked my ear lobes. He brought his hand to my face and
turned me so that I could kiss him. Ricky gave a final thrust and came, far
more quickly than he had been coming lately.

With his body still pressed against mine, Ricky and I leaned forward until
I was lying on my stomach and he on top of me. Ricky kissed the back of my
neck a few more times. The heat, my orgasms, the pressure of Ricky's body
on mine were so soothing that though it was the middle of the afternoon, I
fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes, the pale light coming into the window confused me as
to whether it was dusk or dawn. Chilled by the dried sweat and the cool
air, I felt goose bumps rise all over my body. I quickly pulled on shorts
and a light hoodie before realizing that most of my things were gone. I
left the room and noticed Uncle Gary carrying a box of his belongings out
of his room.

"Help me with the last box," he asked. I went to his room and was surprised
to see the mounds of VHS and DVD's all disappeared. The baskets of clothes
were vanished. The bed was stripped of all sheets and revealed a deep
depression in the middle of the mattress that was accentuated by a stain of
sweat, piss, and semen. In the middle of the room beside the now bare
computer desk was a final box. I lifted it and from the sounds of the
contents shifting, guessed it was the final package of his old VHS
cassettes. I headed out the door and loaded them into the bed of his
truck. Ricky and his mom were outside as well. His mom gave me a brief hug,
but Ricky lingered. He fought back tears, as did I, both of us attempting
to hide from his parents the depth of our relationship.

Uncle Gary waited in the cab of his truck. After Ricky and I finally
released each other, I climbed into the cab beside Uncle Gary and closed
the door behind me. I watched Ricky in the rear view mirror until Uncle
Gary turned the corner. Neither of us spoke the rest of the drive, though
it was mercifully short. We drove to a poorer area of the city where the
streets were lined with apartment complexes and motels.

I helped Uncle Gary bring all the boxes up to the apartment he had gotten
and was surprised to see that he had already furnished the place. It was a
single bedroom, but I wasn't at all surprised. I unloaded my meager
belongings into a dresser as Uncle Gary did the same in the other. We left
most of the boxes for later.

"You wanna go out to eat? Or, should I just bring something back so you can
rest before dinner?"

"Is it okay if I wait here?" I asked.

"Sure, I'll go grab some burgers," Uncle Gary replied. He left me sitting
me sitting on the corner of the queen sized mattress. After awhile, the
smell of my own sweat got to me, so I stripped and headed into the
shower. I let the water pour down my body. I reached behind and slipped my
finger towards my asshole, but found it was crusted over with dried up
semen. I let the water lubricate it again and began plunging finger after
finger into my hole. I came quickly and rinsed off my body. I rummaged
around for a towel quickly, but forgone clothes and began to strut around
the apartment nude, regardless of the fact that we hadn't gotten blinds or
curtains yet to protect my nudity from the outside world.

I was lounging on the couch with my legs propped up and my hand up my ass
knuckle deep when the lock on the door jostled and the door swung
open. Uncle Gary strode in carrying a paper bag and chuckled at the sight
of me.

"The whole world can see you through that window," he nodded toward the
black screen beside the couch.

"Let 'em see," I moaned. He dropped the bag on the table and came beside
the couch. He grabbed my hand by my wrist and pulled it from my ass and
brought it to my mouth. He "forced" each of my fingers into my mouth and
kept it there until he was satisfied it was clean.

"Good, you're all washed up, let's eat," Uncle Gary grinned. I got up and
joined him at the table. The plastic chairs grew wet from the spit leaking
from my hole. I ate quickly as did Uncle Gary. We cleaned up the table and
went to the bedroom. He turned out the lights but left the lamp on the
floor on. It was on the floor because both of us were too lazy at the
moment to grab the bedside stand from the living room. I helped Uncle Gary
strip, undoing his pants and pulling them down to his ankles as he stripped
off his shirt. Uncle Gary backed onto the bed and spread his legs, allowing
me space to access his cock. I brought my head down and took his cock in my
mouth, the side of my face pressed up against the underside of his
belly. Apart from the fact that his body had decades' worth of hair on it,
and that he had an excess amount of fat on his body, sucking his cock was
so reminiscent of sucking of Ricky that if I closed my eyes and ignored the
differences, I could imagine I was servicing my cousin rather than his
father.

Uncle Gary's pudgy fingers reached down and entered into my loose
hole. Feeling the lack of tightness, Uncle Gary quickly was four fingers
and knuckle deep into my ass by the time that I managed to suck his cock
into a full erection. With a single hand Uncle Gary pulled my head down on
his cock so that it was fully lodged inside my throat with my nose pressed
into his pubes, with the other hand, he forced it completely into my ass. I
moaned as his thumb forced its way into my ass past my sphincter. My hole
stretched even wider.

Uncle Gary pulled his fist from my ass, forcing my hole to stretch wide
around his hand. Once his fist was free of my hole, he forced it back in,
stretching my hole and pressing its looseness further. I couldn't help moan
into Uncle Gary's cock, but was unable to move or react because of his hand
keeping my head pressed firmly into place. His fist moved more and more
quickly in and out of my ass until there was very little resistance, if any
at all.

When he was able to pump his fist through my asshole easily, Uncle Gary
pushed my ass down towards his cock. I got up and positioned myself so that
my ass was hovering over his cock, my legs on either side of his gut,
straddling him like a horse. I lowered myself down, and barely felt his
cock slip inside me as I held onto his stomach with my hands and
knees. Uncle Gary moaned softly and reached down and held me with slick
hands just underneath my arms by my rib cage. From that position, he
attempted to control the pace at which I rode his cock. Though he had
difficulty due to the size of his stomach, once I realized his desired
tempo, I began to move on my own, allowing Uncle Gary to relax his grip and
merely rest his hands on my hips.

I continued to ride Uncle Gary's cock leaning forward so that my ass would
spread wider and allow his cock to penetrate me more deeply. I rested my
head on his stomach and listened to the soft gurgling of Uncle Gary's
organs as I continued pumping my ass up and down. Uncle Gary took one hand
and rested it on the back of my head, stroking my hair and running his
fingers through the long strands of my straight black hair. He breathed
heavily and grunted on occasion, half moaning and half sighing at the
sensation of his cock slipping in and out of me.

Maybe because it had been nearly three months since Uncle Gary had fucked
anything, but he came quickly, filling my ass with his semen. I climbed
down from on top of Uncle Gary and crawled up the bed beside him. Uncle
Gary turned me away from him and pulled my ass up towards him. He bent me
over so that I was sort of curled up, my legs up near my chest, and my ass
spread apart. Uncle Gary reinserted his hand into my ass, resuming the
spreading of my hole.

We didn't have a clock in the room. I don't know how long I lied there on
my side with my asshole exposed to Uncle Gary. I don't know how long Uncle
Gary kept pressing his fist into me. I remember that at one point, Uncle
Gary stopped pulling his fist from my ass, but began forcing his fist
deeper into me. I felt as if my insides were reorganizing themselves around
his forearm. The thickness of his muscles spread my asshole even wider than
his fist had. I moaned as I felt the length of his forearm press into
me. He continued to fuck me until even the length of his forearm met no
resistance.

I don't know if I fell asleep to Uncle Gary's forearm pulverizing my arm. I
don't know if he had quit fucking my ass with his fist, but left it lodged
within me. All I knew was that I woke up with the chill morning waking
me. The blankets remained bunched up at the foot of the bed where we had
kicked them off the night before. I felt Uncle Gary's hand resting on my
side, my ass still directed towards him. I got up and moved to the full
length mirror that was attached to the closet door. I turned around and
bent over, examining my asshole from between my legs.

My asshole was closed up, but my asshole itself seemed puffy and oddly
thick. It was as if the constant fucking and stretching of my hole
developed muscles in my asshole itself. I reached back and slid four
fingers into my hole easily. Semen leaked out, immediately lubricating my
hole. I removed my fingers and watched with near fascination as I clenched
my hole and stilled the flow of semen. I watched as my asshole seemed to
orgasm, opening and closing releasing a drop of semen every time it
widened. Uncle Gary stirred on the bed, but I ignored him, continuing to
examine the damage done to my hole. He watched as I inserted my own fist
into my hole, wincing at the pain of my torn insides, but growing hard at
the pleasure of my fist rubbing against my asshole. I twisted my arm around
and maneuvered my fist around inside my ass, feeling my own colon
squelching against my hand.

I pulled my fist out and was turned on at the sight of the slime that clung
to my skin, a single string of it still clinging to my hole. I watched as
the string of semen mingled with saliva and a bit of blood dangle before
dropping to the floor before I could catch it. Uncle Gary got up from the
bed and turned me around so that I was still bent over, but rather than
having my ass pointed towards the mirror, it was pointed towards him. He
squatted slightly so that his cock lined up with my ass and he pressed it
into me.

If my asshole was tighter, I might have been in pain at the sensation of
his cock rubbing against my damaged insides, but as it were, I moaned
rather in pleasure. Uncle Gary moved more slowly this particular
morning. He savored every inch of his cock as it inched into my
ass. Regardless of the looseness of my asshole, he savored the warmth of my
ass, the wetness of my hole, the sucking sensation that my ass provided to
the entire length of his cock. For me, it wasn't a matter of feeling his
cock anymore. I enjoyed the feeling of his body against mine. The warmth of
his body spreading into me. The friction of his cock fucking my ass
spreading the warmth from my asshole to the tips of my fingers. The
pressure of his stomach as it pressed against my back. All of it reminded
me of my last fuck with Ricky as he pressed his body against mine. I closed
my eyes and imagined his cock penetrating my ass, his body hovering over
me, his sweat dripping onto my body.

My cock, fully erected, began to ejaculate, shooting semen all over my face
that was positioned by my knees in my bent over position. Uncle Gary
wouldn't have known I came except for the fact that I began to moan
uncontrollably and my orgasm caused my ass to clench down on his cock more
tightly than it had since before he began to fist me. The front door
opened, but Uncle Gary continued to slide his dick in and out of me. From
between my legs, I noticed a man, roughly Uncle Gary's age walk in.

"Hey Gary, this is him? Your nephew?" the man asked, observing me from
between Uncle Gary's and my legs.

"Fuck, yeah," Uncle Gary grunted as he continued to slide his cock into me.

"You gonna come soon and lemme have a go?"

"Just a sec," Uncle Gary moaned. His thrusts began to quicken and began to
slap my ass harder. Within a few seconds, he pressed his hips against my
ass and began to tremble as his cock ejaculated into my bowels. "Aaron,
this is our landlord. Instead of paying rent, I offered him your service,"
Uncle Gary explained. Still bent over, my face red from the blood rushing
down to it, I nodded.

The man stepped up behind me and dropped his pants so that they were
bunched up at his ankles. I didn't see his cock because by the time it was
exposed, he was already too close to me and was lining it up with my
ass. The man was extremely thin and bony, in complete contrast with Uncle
Gary. Also in contrast with Uncle Gary, I felt every inch of his cock as it
entered into my ass. It wasn't painful, but it spread my hole wide enough
that I felt the pleasure of being fucked. I moaned as nearly a foot of cock
slurped its way into me. The moment the landlord had stuffed his cock into
me entirely, he began to fuck me. He never withdrew his cock entirely out
of me, as if he were afraid that once vacated, my ass would refuse access
to his cock again.

He ran his hands up and down my back, massaging the muscles, and ran his
fingers around my supple bottom. He felt every groove in my muscle, every
crevice in my body, and I felt every inch of his cock as it split my ass
wide. I reached back and felt my anal lips as it seemed to balloon in
puffiness. The landlords fucking grew harder and forced me to place my
hands on the ground to keep me from toppling over. The landlord finally
withdrew his cock from my ass. He pulled me up and steered me towards the
bed. I lied on my stomach and spread my legs. The landlord pressed my legs
forward so that they became bunched up beneath me and elevated my ass into
the air. The landlord pressed his cock into me again and resumed his
fucking. I felt his bony hips slap my ass hard as he forced his cock into
me. I felt his his heavy balls slap my ass with every thrust.

The landlord leaned over me, his hands holding my arms down in place, his
body in pushup position over mine. Our bodies actually bounced with every
thrust of his cock. Every time he slammed into me, I felt as if the bed
were giving out under me, a spring going bad, the mattress sagging beneath
us. Uncle Gary reentered the room with a scent of breakfast sandwiches
trailing behind him. He quickly stripped and climbed towards the head of
the bed where I was and sat against the wall. He gripped my head and forced
it down onto his cock.

The two men continued to use me. Uncle Gary even held his cock in my mouth
as he let out a stream of urine down my throat. I choked and gurgled, but
he refused to relinquish his grip on my head. Some of the urine dribbled
out of the corners of my mouth around his cock and onto the mattress, but
both men disregarded the mess.

My legs grew cramped from being pressed and slammed underneath my
body. With hopes of relieving the stress and get some circulation back in
them, I spread my legs out and stretched them until they were straight. The
landlord used his knees and thighs to spread my legs apart until I was
nearly doing splits while lying on my stomach. My groin stretched
painfully, but the landlord continued with his fucking my ass, disregarding
my discomfort. His cock was thick and veiny, to the point where I believed
I could feel every ridge as it pressed against my asshole. Whenever he
thrust inward, before pulling his cock back out, the landlord would grind
his hips around, circling his cock inside my bowels and stirring my organs
a bit, readjusting them to comfort his dick.

The spit and urine that Uncle Gary had deposited in my mouth and that had
spilled out across my face and dribbled down my neck and began to dry. It
made my skin feel tight and stretched as if through evaporating, it was
taking bits of my skin with it. When I began to sweat from the exertion of
having Uncle Gary's cock forced down my throat and being stuffed in my ass
by the landlord's cock, my skin took on slickness that made it difficult
for Uncle Gary to hold my face in place. His hands moved up from the sides
of my face to my hair, where he grabbed a fistful and began dragging it
back and forth to force my head to bob in place and service his erection.

Tears began to force themselves from my eyes as I felt the strain at the
roots of my hair. It was odd that this pain could overwhelm the pleasure
that I was receiving from being fucked, from the privilege to suck my
uncle's cock, from the amount of cum I was leaking as my erection rubbed
against the mattress and blankets beneath me. Yet, it did. Pain always
seems to behave in that manner. It obliterates all else. At the same time,
it seemed to accentuate the pleasure that I was experiencing. It was as if
every other sensation was becoming defined by the pain of having my hair
yanked on, being chocked and gagged with Uncle Gary's cock, and having a
monstrous cock spread wide my asshole that had already been stretched and
abused beyond recognition. And in the moment where I decided to embrace the
pain as a part of the pleasure, I came. I came so suddenly, without any
preamble. My back arched, though my head and ass remained in place due to
the fact that both men were holding onto me tightly. I nearly bit down on
Uncle Gary's cock but retained enough self control not to do so. I couldn't
say the same for my ass, which clenched tightly on the landlord's cock. He
felt it throb and massage his cock as it pummeled in and out of me. My load
of semen burst out and added to the wet sheets beneath me another stain
that we wouldn't wash out for the scent and memory of this fuck.

As I moaned and wriggled around in his grip, the landlord came as
well. That had enough warning for me in the midst of my own orgasm that I
was able to fully enjoy it. The landlord's grip on my ass tightened, almost
to the point where his fingernails could have broken my skin and caused me
to bleed. His thrusting became harder, though he had already been fucking
me at full speed. Every thrust of his hips slammed into me so hard that
apart from forcing our bodies to bounce on the mattress, my bones jarred
and my teeth chattered. My groans came out as bursts and grunts due to the
force of his fucking, like a child letting out a single call that broke up
into many short yelps as it bounced on its parents lap. Finally, the
landlord collapsed onto me, his small frame pressing against my back, as he
ground his hips and lodged his cock entirely in my ass. The force of his
ejaculation actually was noticeable as it shot loads of semen into my
intestines. The warmth of his cum filled me and seeped out the sides of his
cock and dripped down onto my scrotum, coating it in the hot white
goo. After coming inside me, the landlord resumed fucking me until his cock
grew flaccid and flopped out of my hole.

He pulled me down away from Uncle Gary's cock, causing saliva to spill from
my mouth and soak my chin. He brought my head down to his cock as he
climbed upwards on the bed. He turned around so that he was facing my cock,
and when he forced his cock into my mouth, his heavy balls pressed
themselves against my nose and filled my nostrils with his sweaty musk. As
he fucked my face with his limp and red dick, he pulled my legs up so that
my worn hole spread and was exposed. I felt his fingers reach into my hole
and hook themselves as he used my asshole to pull me up further onto the
mattress to gain better access to my throat. He reached inside me and
massaged my prostate, causing me to cum again, spraying my torso and his
abs with milky drops of my own semen.

The landlord pulled his cock from my mouth and maneuvered his legs so he
was squatting over my face. He pressed his ass down so that it rubbed
against my nose and mouth. I let my tongue out and tasted his ass as he
rubbed it back and forth across my face. It tasted like shit and sweat, but
I didn't protest. His hole throbbed once and when it found my tongue,
pressed downward with hopes of letting my tongue gain access to his
insides. I pressed my tongue up and felt the tip penetrate his tight
orifice. The taste of shit grew stronger, as did the landlord's moaning. I
kept my tongue out and pointed straight up as far as I could stretch
it. The landlord thrust his hips up and down, fucking his ass on my tongue,
coating my face with a slime of my saliva and our sweat that smelled and
tasted of his ass. I reached around his waist and gripped his cock which
was now erect again, and though I barely managed two jerks, I felt his cock
throb and cum, ejaculating a minimal amount of semen, and climaxing in a
primarily dry orgasm.

The landlord collapsed off to the side of the mattress, allowing me a
breath of fresh air. He breathed heavily for a few moments before rising
from the mattress and getting dressed.  Uncle Gary rose with him, walking
him to the door. I heard their voices, but couldn't make out the words. The
two laughed as I heard the door open and close. Uncle Gary came back in and
knelt at the side of the mattress. We looked at each other as he ran his
hand from the top of my head down the length of my body to the soles of my
feet. He pulled one of my feet to his face and he began kissing each
toe. He sucked each toe for a moment, sticking his tongue in between each
toe, before kissing the sole of my foot. He got up left the room, and
returned momentarily with the bag of breakfast sandwiches he bought
earlier.

"Eat and sleep for a bit," he suggested. Leaving the room to begin
unpacking the apartment. I consumed the sandwiches, being totally ravished
after being fucked for hours after waking up. When I finished, being over
taken by food coma, and exhaustion of being fucked, I closed my eyes,
pulled the stained and smelly sheets up around my naked body, and fell
asleep.


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