Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2002 11:58:19 -0500
From: Johnny Smile <johnnysmile@ureach.com>
Subject: "Uncle Jesse" - gay incest story

"Be nice to your Uncle." My mother lectured me as she dropped me off.
"Don't give him too much trouble."

I rolled my eyes and pushed the car door closed.  "I won't."  I assured her
through the open window.

"See you in two weeks."  She said.  I waved to her, and she drove off.
Turning, I found my uncle waiting on the front porch of his home.

"Hi Uncle Jesse."  I said, walking up to the house.

"Hey, kid."  My uncle returned.  "Good to see you."  He winked.  He grabbed
one of my two bags and led me into his home.  He led me to the master
bedroom.  "I don't have a spare room, so you'll have to sleep with me."  He
said, tossing my bag to the floor.

I dropped the other one and stepped into his open arms.  "Fine by me."  He
leaned down and placed his lips over mine.  I wrapped my arms around his
neck, feeling his large hands slide lower to grip my ass.  His mouth tasted
like toothpaste.

My uncle is a hottie.  With a capital "fuck."  About two years ago, when I
was thirteen, he stayed at our house while my parents went on one of their
trips.  It only took two days before I'd began leaning on him and touching
him.  It wasn't long after that that we discovered a mutual attraction: he
liked young boys, and I liked him.

He got me to spread my legs for him that same night, and brought me off to
most incredible first orgasm in the history of the world.  The next day he
let me work his erection.  By the end of our time together I was a pro at
sucking his fattie.

In the following years, we did just about everything together.  I've sucked
and been sucked, fucked and been fucked.  We've tried rimming and fisting
(I did him, anyway), we've role-played, we've explored B&D.  Watersports,
enemas, shaving, even some S&M.

So when my mother said they were going away again, I couldn't wait to get
to Uncle Jesse's house for a two-week fuck-fest.

So back to my Uncle.  He's my dad's younger brother, at 34 he's in
incredible shape.  He owns a motorcycle shop on the boardwalk, which leaves
him quite well off.  He's fond of wearing tight blue jeans and a white
wife-beater shirt.  He's got tattoos on his arms and back, all sorts of
things.  His ears are pierced with large gauge silver rings, and he's got a
loop through his eyebrow.  He's kind of short - at least, he's as tall as I
am now, and I'm fifteen.  We're both 5'9", but I know I'm gonna get a
little taller.  Uncle Jesse is as tall as he gets.  So I guess he grows out
instead.

My uncle works out all the time - he's buff like the kind of guy you think
of when you think "motorcycle shop owner with tattoos and piercings."
Seriously, just the sight of his fat tool snaking down his jeans can almost
make me cum.

So I'd been at my Uncle's house for about fifteen minutes, and already I
was kicking back on his couch, clothes nowhere to be seen, legs spread as
far apart as possible, with my Uncle sliding his mouth up and down my dick.

"Oh, fuck, Uncle Jesse," I moaned.  "Suck it, Daddy."

Uncle Jesse slid back, my dick falling with a smack to my belly.  "Baby,
your knob is so juicy!"  He grinned, wiping his mouth.  "You're leakin'
like a garden hose."

I ran my fingers through his hair.  "That's 'cause I've been missing you.
I've got a ton of jizz built up."

Jesse jerked my dick, leaning forward to lick at my nuts.  He moaned while
sucking on my nutsack, the vibrations driving me crazy.  "You taste like an
inmate on bath day you're so randy."

I grabbed him by the back of the head and pressed him into my crotch,
closing my thighs around his ears.  "Well, suck it up, Daddy.  I'm not
getting any closer with you talking all the time."

His meathook-hands came up and forced my legs apart wider than before, and
he licked at the crease at the top of my thighs.  "Mmm."  I was pulled
forcefully downward on the couch, and my legs were thrust into the air.
Jesse pulled my ass cheeks apart and smiled.  "Now that's what I'm talkin'
about."  He leaned in with a start and buried his face in my crack.  I felt
his tongue wash across my asshole, and then his nose poking against it,
before his lips found my hole and began sucking.  He knew this drove me
wild.  I began writhing around, trying to force my Uncle deeper into my
ass, trying not to cry out like a big girl at the incredible sensations he
was tearing from me.

"Damn, that's good stuff."  Jesse panted after lifting from me.  One hand
stroked my ass, his thick index finger pressing firmly against my eager
opening.  Even after all this time, it was still my Uncle Jesse that kept
me awake at night with mad hard-ons.  I regularly fantasized about him
fucking me over and over and over again.  And even though I must whack of
to Uncle Jesse about half my life, he still never failed to make it a
hundred times better in real life.

"Are you gonna fuck me, Daddy?"  I asked coyly,

Jesse dragged his tongue across my hole a couple more times.  "Like a
ten-dollar-whore, baby!"  He said, climbing to his knees and cupping his
crotch.

I watched, my legs as wide as ever, as my big buff Uncle Jesse began
tugging his thick black belt open.  His strong hands pulled the leather
open with practiced ease.  He tugged the button of his fly open, sliding
the zipper down.  I watched his hands, the ones I'd held onto so many times
throughout the night, reach inside his tight blue jeans and haul an
enormous bundle wrapped in flannel out over the zipper.

He stopped for a moment, and I looked up.  He was watching me intently, a
smile pulling the corners of his mouth up slightly.  "You like what you
see, baby?"  He asked.  I looked down again and saw him massaging his
basket roughly.

"Fuck yeah, I do."  I said.  "It looks incredible."

He pulled the fly of his boxers open, exposing the glossy black hairs
buried there.  They glistened with sweat.  I licked my lips.  Damn, I
wanted it!

I dropped my legs and leaned forward, pressing my hands to his massive,
fuzzy chest.  Licking at the soft hairs on his pecs, I slid my hands down
his belly and over his own around his groin.  Jesse leaned into me and
kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth before I knew what was
happening.  I sucked on it, tasting the beer he'd been drinking not ten
minutes earlier.  He slipped his hands out from under mine, and I finally
got to grip his tool.

I had one hand gripped around his fat dick, the other fondling his heavy
balls.  "Stand up."  I demanded.  Jesse kissed my lips one last time, and
stood before me at the couch.  I was now eye level with his candy.

I leaned forward and pressed my face to his still-boxer-clad crotch.  My
nose slipped in the fly hole and tangled in his pubes.  I inhaled deeply,
trying to smell as much of his crotch as possible.  I'd love to give you a
great description of it, some flashy metaphor, but there is honestly
nothing like the brilliant smell of a randy man's crotch when the pants are
first popped.  Hours of pheromones at work, slowly released to coat every
inch of juicy flesh, every stand of wiry hair, every pore of sweaty
manhood.  The best smell on the face of the earth is right between the
thighs of a horny man!

Jesse indulged me, letting me snuffle around his groin for a moment - he
knows how much sniffing his jock whipped me on - before reining me in.
"You gonna play around all day, baby, or are you gonna take the tackle out
of the box?"

I grinned, and pushed his pants and boxers to the floor.  His fat dick
sprang around before coming to a rest with it's overflowing eye pointed
right at my face.  I slid one hand around his heavy, drooping nuts, softly
massaging them, one finger slipping between his legs to stroke his
perineum.  My other hand swooped around his swollen fattie and squeezed.
Hard.

"Ahh!"  Jesse cried out.  "Yeah, baby, squeeze it!"  He panted.  I watched
more pre-cum drip from his slit, falling to land on the inside of my other
wrist.  I licked the exposed head, cleaning Jesse's juice from it, before
bringing my wrist to my lips and licking the rest.

Loosening my hand, I slid it back until my fingers circled the base of his
dick, and then I slurped the whole meat up.  Jesse was grunting and
groaning as I pumped my mouth over and over again on his juicy dick.  He
wouldn't stop leaking pre-cum!

I could tell he was ready to go anytime.  I really, really wanted to feel
him inside my ass, but I figured that could come later.  Right now, as a
good hello, sort of, I wanted him to spurt it down my throat.

I sucked him slower, sliding with very deliberate motions up and down the
veiny snake.  My other hand began tugging slightly on his nuts, and my
finger found his asshole.  It was waiting wide, so I let go of his nuts and
slid my finger inside.

Jesse bellowed, and hunched forward, his hands gripping my shoulders like a
vise.  I only had to suck a couple more times, before I felt his asshole
spasm around my finger a half-second before his baby juice flooded my eager
mouth.

Jesse humped at my face, forcing his cum deeper into my throat.  He pulled
back a little too far and his dick slipped out.  The last few spurts of his
creamy cum blew onto my face and chest.  I watched as a huge droplet hung
from the tip of his bright red cock, waiting for it to fall.  I reached out
with my tongue, and licked it off.  Mmm.

Jesse's fingers began digging into my shoulders, massaging the muscles into
a state of total jelly.  I released his dick, my hand slipping from between
his legs to fall onto the couch, and I fell backward.  Jesse took a deep
breath and smiled.  "Your mouth is a lethal weapon, kid."

"Only when I'm fully cocked."  I replied, watching his fat cock deflate.
"And nobody cocks me fully like my Uncle Jesse."  I teased.

Jesse leaned in and touched my face, smearing the cooing jizz around.
"You're so sexy with cum all over your face."

"You're so sexy when you, you know, breathe and stuff."  I returned.  Jesse
smiled, and licked my cheek.  I caught a glimpse of white goo on his tongue
before he swallowed it and leaned in to continue.

I sat back on the couch, my uncle licking my face over and over.  His
scratchy chin scraped my face, which just drove my erection further.  I
felt like I could blow any second!

Uncle Jesse, apparently finished with his own cum, licked his way down my
chin and neck, kissing his way across my chest.  He nibbled a nipple, his
teeth pinching just enough to make me gasp.  He tugged on my other with a
free hand, before sliding further down and scratching softly at my pubes.
His lips quickly followed his hand, and it was only moments before Uncle
Jesse had my rod in his mouth again.

I lifted my legs and hung them over Jesse's shoulders, trying to force my
dick even further into his throat.  Unfortunately, my dick isn't big enough
yet to choke him.  I'd love to do it, simply because I love it when he
forces his juicy knob into my throat, making me swallow the meat itself
before pulling it out and starting the whole thing over again.

Jesse dropped my dick and sucked up my nuts again, washing them with his
tongue.  I grabbed his short dark hair in my hands and tugged, trying to
pull him closer, trying to make him suck me even more, trying to heighten
an already heightened bliss.

I spewed my young load into his mouth, Jesse grunting and swallowing, over
and over.  I pushed his head back and tried to shoot a couple across his
face, hoping to mimic what he did to me (his cock squeezing out all the
cream across my face.), but I didn't have his power.  My dick just sort of
dribbled out, the thin cum (so unlike his thick, powerful seed) running
down my dick and matting in the still-sparse hair.

Jesse grinned, and nibbled the inside of my thigh absently while watching
me wince in orgasmic bliss.  His hand pumped my dick up and down, wringing
free the last of my own goo.  He smiled, and licked his hand.

"God, that's sweet, baby."  He said.  "Your jizz is the best!"

I panted, trying to catch my breath.  "I like yours better."  I said,
scratching his head as he licked my crotch clean.  His lips fastened to the
base of my dick, and he sucked the cum from my pubes.

"Yours is so fresh and smooth."  He argued, licking the tip of my dick
absently.

I tugged him upward towards me.  "Yeah, well, I like your thick stuff
better.  And your dick can pump it out, too."  I smiled.  He leaned
forward, his lips smashing against mine, our tongues meeting.  "I feel like
I'm getting blasted with a fire hose when you hose me down."

"I feel like I'm getting the life sucked outta me."  He laughed, and jumped
up, his body glistening with sweat.  He disappeared into the kitchen,
coming back with a six pack of beer and a giant tumbler of water.  "Here."
He said, pulling one of the cans of beer off the ring and tossing it to me.
He set everything down on the coffee table, and pulled one open for
himself, chugging the first half in one long gulp.  Running his hand across
his mouth, he smiled.  "You drink a full glass of water between beers, and
you can party with me."

I smiled.  Jesse'd never given me beer before.  But fuck it, I was fifteen!
He sat down next to me on my right, one hand dropping to grip my bare
thigh.  I popped the top of my beer and tried to chug it.  I got a couple
swallows in before choking.  Uncle Jesse laughed.

"Go slow, baby."  He put his thick arm around my shoulder.  "You're not an
old pro at getting fucked up like me."  He kissed my temple before drinking
more.

I snuggled under his arm, and took another swig.  It was bitter, but I
figured that was beer, and it took getting used to.  Jesse wasn't
complaining.

His body was so warm pressed against mine.  He leaned forward and kissed me
on the lips, softly now, like lovers.  The arm he had around my neck
tightened, pulling me to him as he kissed me over and over.  I held my beer
in my right hand and reached around to stroke his fuzzy belly with my left.
We both drank more.

Uncle Jesse sat forward, setting his already-empty beer on the table and
grabbing for another.  After taking a healthy swig of it, he snatched up a
remote control and pressed a couple buttons.  The house blared to life with
the sounds of Adema.  Jesse turned the volume down, and lay back on the
couch.  "C'mere."  He patted his chest.

I crawled onto him, nuzzling into his hairy chest.  He smelled incredible.
I held tight to the beer in my hand, resting it on his belly as I slid to
his side, between him and the couch back.  His held his arm around my
shoulders, and I lay my cheek to his warm chest.

We lay together silently for about half the CD, relaxing together, our
embrace broken only by Jesse getting a third beer and me finally finishing
mine and going for the water.  I wanted more beer, but Jesse was making me
match it with water, so I figured I'd try to get it down as quick as
possible.

When Jesse put his third empty down, he lay back, his arms behind his head.
"You're so fuckin' great, kid."  He said, smiling at me.

"Why?"  I asked, running my fingers through his chest hair.  "What's that
about?"

He shrugged.  "You're just so cool to hang out with."  He dropped his arms
to rub my back and arms.  "You're beautiful, for sure.  And you're fun to
hang with.  And I feel so relaxed and comfortable with you."  He pulled me
tight against him.  "I think you're just about the greatest lover I've ever
had."

Wow.  I felt like crying, it was such unwarranted praise from someone I
thought of better than anyone else.  "You don't think I'm just some stupid
kid?"  I asked.  He was nineteen years older than me, after all.

"Fuck, no."  He said.  "You're not stupid at all.  You're smart, baby.  You
can do anything.  And as for being a kid, well, I think we've proved - over
and over and over -" he added with a smile - "that you're a man where it
counts."

I tugged at the soft black hairs on his chest.  "I wish I was manly like
you."

"You wanna be a hairy fucker like me?"

I growled.  "Shit, yeah.  It's so.so sexy."  I felt his chest rumble with
soft chuckles.

"I'm glad you like it, babydoll."  He stroked my head.  "But I like you
just the way you are now.  I love your smooth, young body more and more
every time I see you.  You're getting older, turning into a big man, and
it's amazing."

"What?"

"I keep thinking you couldn't possibly get more beautiful, and then you
visit me again and I see I was wrong."  I felt my face get hot.  Jesse
stretched his arms over the arm of the couch again.  "Every time I see you
you're even hotter, sexier, more incredible.  I always want to tell you to
never change, because you seem perfect right now, but every time you do
change, it's even better than before."  He patted my cheek in
mock-condescension.  "I'm glad I get to watch you grow up.  You're turning
into the most incredible man I've ever seen."

"I jack off to you."  I blurted.

"Really?"  He laughed.

"Yeah.."  I don't know why I was telling him this.  I sort of felt like I
had to give him some sort of props, too.  "Whenever I'm laying in bed
wanking it, I start thinking of a hot guy in a movie or at school or
something, but he always turns into you.  I always think of you when I beat
off."  I snuggled tighter against him.  "And I always cum."

"Mmm."  Jesse moaned, shifting his weight around to sip lower on the couch.
"I think of you a lot, too."  One hand dropped to tug at his slowly rising
dick.  I watched as his rough, tanned hands pulled at the soft, pliant
manhood, surrounded by coarse, wiry black hair, bathed in randy sweat and
spit.  I grabbed his hand and pulled it to my lips, kissing his palm, his
wrist, his knuckles.

"Do you cum, too?"  I asked.  I knew it was a dumb question, but I wanted
to hear him talk about himself popping a nut.

"Oh, yeah.  A lot."  His index and middle fingers brushed my lips, and
forced their into my mouth.  "After working all day long, I like to come
home, take off all my clothes, and smoke a huge fuckin' bowl."  That was
the first time he'd ever mentioned that he smokes pot.  "I like to lay
right here, on this couch, naked, sweaty, stinky, and stoned out of my
gourd, just real lazy like.  Sometimes it takes an hour or two to finally
blow my wad, I take it so slow."  His fingers rubbed up and down my tongue.
I tried to suck on them like a dick, but it was a bit different.  "I stroke
it long and low, rubbing my balls around, pinching my nipples - god, it's
so relaxing."  He pulled his fingers from my mouth suddenly, my spit
coating them thickly.  He held his hand up, watching my spit run over his
thick fingers, before popping them into his own mouth and sucking my spit
off.  "If I work that long at it, I end up just drenching myself in jizz,
blowing it all over my belly."

"Yeah?"  I asked breathlessly, getting caught up in his reverie.

"Oh yeah."  He breathed, stroking his now-rigid cock with the same hand
that had been in both or mouths.  "Cum fuckin' everywhere.  I just keep
workin' it and workin' it, rubbing it all over my body.  Sometimes I shower
afterward, sometimes, if I'm super horny, I don't.  I leave it on and let
myself build another woodie.  It comes a little later, but for a while
afterward, I just reek of cum."

"Mmm."  I moaned, sliding my hand around his dick with his own.  Our hands
twined, and we jacked him off slowly together.  "I wish I could see."

"Not gonna happen."  Jesse said suddenly.  "If you were around to watch it,
you'd be around to play with me.  I don't get to see you enough.  I'm not
gonna waste time with you by jackin' off while you watch."

I leaned forward and kissed his lips, feeling so safe and secure with this
man.  My hand roamed lower, tangling in the thick nest of pubic hair,
kneading the loose nutsack, rolling the swollen cock around.  "I love you,
Uncle Jesse."

There.  I'd said it.  I'd wanted to say it for years now.  I'd always been
a little worried how he'd respond.

His eyes got huge, and he looked like a deer in headlights.  "You.love me?"

I kissed his stubbly chin and nodded.  "I love you."

His face split into a massive grin, and he threw his arms around me,
rolling in the couch until he was on top of me.  "You love me?"  He asked,
tickling my sides until I was laughing hysterically.  "What are you, a
fag?"  He teased, finally grabbing both my wrists in one strong hand and
holding them above my head.

I nodded.  "Yeah, I'm a fag."

He smiled.  "You like big dicks?"

"Mmm, yeah.  The bigger, the better."

He chuckled.  "You like to suck on big dicks?"

"I like to suck on all kinds of dicks.  I love the fat, juicy ones."  His
eyebrows lifted in surprise at my candor.  "I love it when a man twice my
size holds me down and fucks my face until his one-eyed monster spews all
it's baby juice all over me."

"Do you like to eat it?"  He asked.

I nodded.  "I wish I could have a huge glass of man-jizz, just to kick back
and chug it."

His free hand stroked up and down my side, teasing my underarms.  "You'd
chug a glass of jizz?"

I winked.  "If it was yours."

He laughed and dove on me, kissing my neck, my chest, my belly, until he'd
made it to my dick, achingly hard and ready to burst.  His lips played up
and down my shaft, his tongue licking around and around, soaking my crotch
in spit.

I lay back, feeling the buzz of the beer floating through me as Jesse
slurped my rod over and over.  I was in heaven!  His mouth rode up and down
while his hands stroked the insides of my thighs, tickling me.  I could
feel the pressure building, and I knew my uncle would be rewarded for his
work in just a second.

"Suck me, daddy."  I breathed, feeling that familiar wave begin at the base
of my spine and spread outward in a flash as my dick seized and the orgasm
washed over me.  I came and came, Jesse sucking all the while, pulling me
along, making the orgasm last longer.  My back came off the couch as my
body pumped all my cum out into Jesse's hungry mouth.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the wave broke, and I felt my
body finally relax, control finally return.  Jesse gave my tired dick a few
last licks, then slid up to lay on top of me.  His hairy chest and belly
tickled as they rode up my own body.

My uncle planted his mouth over mine, and I opened wide, expecting to
receive his thick, talented, tasty tongue, and instead was surprised by a
mouthful of slippery semen.  It was a strange mixture, my thin jizz mixed
with Jesse's saliva.  I rolled the juice around my mouth and pressed it
back out, passing the fluid back to Jesse.  We swapped mouthfuls a few
times before he backed off slightly, his lips pursed.  I smiled, and opened
my mouth wide.  Hovering over me, his lips parted ever so slightly, and a
thin trickle of semen and spit fell from his lips into my waiting mouth.

I lapped it up, hungry for any of him.  At the last moment, he tilted his
head up, and the last of it slid down his chin.  He grinned at me, a
glistening translucent line running from the corner of his mouth.  I leapt
upright and licked his face clean.

"I love you, too, kid."  Jesse said, one large hand stroking the back of my
head while I licked a spot off his chest.  "I love you a lot."

I pushed his left arm up and nuzzled into his hairy pit.  He obliged me,
holding one hand behind his head while I lapped at the soft, sweaty pit
fuzz.

"Eat my pit, baby."  He said, pushing my head into his underarm further.
"Eat daddy's pit."  I chewed on his pit hair, sucking the salty sweat from
it.  It smelled great, sweaty and manly, just like I like `em.

Eventually I'd sucked all his sweat out, and slid down to nibble at his
chest hair, licking the sweat from under and between his pecs.  Jesse
grabbed my chin and lifted me to face him, his lips kissing mine.  "You
hungry?"  He asked.

I stroked his buff arm.  "Mm-hmm."

He laughed.  "I mean for real food."  He kissed my forehead and jumped up
from the couch.  "Should we order pizza?"  I lay back, stretching out and
closing my eyes.  I just felt so totally at ease.

"Anything you want, daddy."  I said.  I watched him walk behind the couch
and grab the phone, his ass clenching with every step.  I reached down and
snatched up his boxers, laying back into the couch.  I pressed the flannel
to my face, inhaling his strong scent.  I felt a tingling run through my
body, and my dick swelled at the smell.

I heard Jesse hang up the phone and felt the couch move.  Pulling the
boxers off my face I found a smiling uncle leaning over me.  "Like `em?"

I smelled them deeply again.  "God, yeah."  I said.  "Like heaven."

Jesse laughed soundly.  "Heaven?  Really?"

I held them out.  "See for yourself."  He took them and sniffed them
hesitantly.

"Smells like a sweaty crotch."  He said.

"That's what I said."  I smiled, stroking my dick.  I held out my hand to
take them back.

Jesse pulled away.  "Uh-uh."  He teased.  "You're right, these smell
great."  He pushed them against his face, noisily inhaling.  His hand
started tugging at his dick. "Fuck me, this is so great."

I laughed at his pretend arousal, and jumped off the couch to tackle him.
He caught me by the arms and spun me, pinning my back to his chest.

"Now, Mr. Bond, we will see how long you can keep you secrets!"  He held me
against him with one strong arm across my chest while pressing the boxers
to my face, pretending to suffocate me.

I breathed through the aromatic flannel, getting turned on by the roughness
of my uncle.  I found myself pressing back into him.

Jesse responded instinctively, pumping his hips forward in tiny motions,
his thick cock swelling to press against my asscheeks like a bar of hot
iron.  "Mmm."  I moaned, feeling like a giant noodle in Jesse's arms.

He stepped forward, forcing me to walk to the wall.  I followed, feeling
his hand press me to the wall while his other continued forcing his dirty
boxers against my face.  I pushed my ass back, giving Jesse as much access
as possible.  I felt his hand grope my ass, a finger pushing against my
hole, testing.  He apparently liked what he found, because he pushed his
hips into me, his dick sliding inside.

Jesse slowly pushed his cock up my ass, letting his own pre-cum lube the
way.  We'd fucked so much, so often in our times together that he knew
exactly how much I could take at this point, how fast he could go without
lube.  I panted, his dirty underwear filling my nose with his musk.  There
was a tiny splat that I figured was him spitting onto his dick for more
lube.

I felt his arm slip around my belly at the same time his curly pubic hair
smashed into my ass.  "I'm gonna rape you, bitch."  He said, nibbling my
ear.  "I'm gonna rape that fuckin' tight ass of yours until it's loose as a
seventy-year-old snatch."  He pumped his hips forward sharply, making me
cry out.  The hand that had been holding the boxers dropped to my neck, the
fingers wrapping around my throat loosely.  "You ready to get raped, fag?"

I knew he was playing.  We'd played this scene many times, Uncle Jesse
throwing me down and feigning violent behavior as I pretended to not want
it.  It was a favorite role-play of his.  I think he has aggression issues,
but he's always been very safe with me.  I've never felt actually
threatened.  Just turned on as all hell.

"Please, don't do it."  I whimpered, clutching his hand for support.  It
was one of our signals: no matter how rough we got, when we fucked, we
tried to hold hands to assure each other that all was fine.  I wanted him
to know that I was really, really good with this right now, but the game
meant that I had to pretend to not want it.

Jesse licked my ear roughly, whispering in it.  "Beg me."  He said, his
voice dripping with malice.  "Beg to stop, bitch."  He pulled back for the
first time since entering me, and forced it in again, faster than before.

"Please, please leave me alone."  I pleaded.  "Don't fuck me."

Jesse grunted, and slid out and in again, and again.  "Your tight ass is
mine now, cunt."  Then Uncle Jesse fucked me.

Oh god, I wish I could describe to you the blissful experience of getting
completely reamed by my uncle.  His dick fit my ass so well, like we were
made for each other.  He had the perfect stroke, that best moves, the
juiciest pre-cum.  I couldn't imagine a better fuck than my Uncle Jesse.

He moved us to the floor, forcing me to my hands and knees.  "Take it like
a dog, fag.  Take that mother- fuckin' cock up your ass like a fuckin'
dog!"  I pushed back against him, trying to take it all in.  Jesse opened
up and started pounding with all his force, railing me like the cock-slut I
really was.

"No, stop!"  I begged.  "Please, don't stop!"  I finally acceded.  "Fuck
me, oh god, fuck me!"

I think we'd fucked for about a half-hour.  We'd moved from our hands and
knees to our side, the role-play falling away after five or ten minutes to
just us fucking.  Jesse could last for hours - I knew that first hand.
Especially when he'd already blown a wad earlier.  So a half-hour was
nothing for us.

By the time the doorbell rang, we were on the couch.  Well, I was.  I was
on my back, my legs spread wide, and Jesse was on the floor in front of me,
his cock thrusting in and out of me.  He looked at the door in surprise,
and then he remembered that we'd ordered a pizza.

"Shit, that's right!"  He said, pulling out of me.  I felt sort of empty
without that fat thing inside me.  I'd gotten used to it quite well.  He
ran and snatched his boxers off the floor and pulled them on, making sure
his dick went downward instead of out the flyhole.  He winked at me, and
pulled the door open as I pulled a pillow over my lap.

The pizza guy was hot!  He was maybe six feet tall, dark black hair under a
baseball cap, his cheap uniform shirt stained with all sorts of pizza goo.
His black jeans were loose, but from my vantage on the couch I could see a
nice swell in the crotch.  He took one look at Uncle Jesse and smiled.  I
couldn't tell if the smile was `cause he though Jesse was sexy or because
he knew we'd been having sex.

Jesse's skin ran with sweat (mine, too, for that matter).  He took the
pizza and 2-liter of soda and set them on the table next to the door,
handing a twenty to the pizza guy.  I saw the guy look in and see me laying
back in the couch, watching him.  I smiled.  He returned it, suddenly
nervous looking.

"You like my boy?"  Jesse asked, noticing our exchange.

The guy shrugged.  "I dunno, man."

Jesse leaned against the door jam.  "You like getting fucked?"

The guy almost stepped back.  "Man, no way."  He smiled nervously.

Jesse shrugged.  "You like fucking someone?"

The guy smiled.  "Who doesn't, man?"

Jesse nodded.  "Good point."

I felt a little left out.  "Daddy, come on."  I whined.

Jesse spun around, winking at me.  "Don't interrupt your father when he's
talking.  Ever."  He said with mock menace.  "You got me, kid?"

I tried to look properly scolded, standing up and dropping the pillow.  The
guy's eyes widened.  "But Daddy, I miss you."  I said, walking to him and
slipping my arms around his waist.  I peeked over his shoulder, licking the
sweat from his skin, eyeing the pizza guy.

Jesse turned back to the guy and held up his hands.  "Kids, huh?"  The
guy's face was white.

"Dad, just let him leave.  Mom will be home soon."  I let my hands slip
lower, until my fingertips were sneaking into his boxers.

"Well, maybe some other time."  Jesse said to the stunned guy, closing the
door in his face.  We both peeked out the window to watch the stunned guy
drive away before cracking up.

"That was so wild!"  Jesse laughed, turning to take me in his arms.
"You're so wrong."

I pushed his underwear back to the floor, fondling his firm cock.  "You
started it."

"Yeah, and I'm gonna finish it, baby."  He said, leading me back to the
couch.  "But first, dinner."  He sat, patting the spot next to him.  He
grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV while I opened the pizza box.  I
snatched a piece and, before taking a bite, chugged the last of my water.

"Beer me."  I commanded, slamming the empty tumbler on the coffee table.
Jesse laughed, pulling two beers off the ring.  We popped them
simultaneously and knocked them back.  He grabbed two slices of pizza at
once, sandwiching them together and taking one enormous bit.  We spent the
next thirty minutes watching some wrestling event on cable.

Even when I'm not touching him, when he's not kissing me or fucking me, or
whatever, I have the best time with my Uncle Jesse.  Though we were nude,
we weren't touching at all, we weren't cuddling, we weren't really even
looking at one another, but I felt so.so damn right with him.

I turned to him, just as he was shoving the last bite of crust into his
mouth.  He caught me looking, and turned with a questioning look on his
face.  "Wha?"  He mumbled through his food.

I smiled.  "Thanks.  For everything."

He grinned, still chewing, and nodded.  "My pleasure."  Or, at least, I
think that's what he said.  It was very garbled.  I leaned forward and
kissed his cheek, then turned back to the TV.  I felt him looking at me,
but refused to meet his gaze.  I was trying to be cool.

Once the pizza was finished, Jesse stood and flipped the TV off.  "Baby, I
need to take a shower."  He leaned down and scooped me up in his arms, like
a groom carrying his brid.  "Wanna wash my back?"  He grinned, rubbing his
stubbly chin on my nipple.

I pushed his face away.  "Sure, if you let me wash the front, too."

"Deal."  He said, kissing my lips.  He tasted like pizza and beer.  And a
little cum.