Date: Tue, 4 Dec 2001 15:39:50 -0800 (PST)
From: WorshipsMuscleChubs <worshipsmusclechubs@yahoo.com>
Subject: BIG BEAR UNCLE (part 2)

This is a work of fiction to which I retain all rights except those I grant
the Nifty Archive as needed to publish it on the net.  It involves
consensual sex between a 17 yr old boy and a 58 yr old man.  It is
semi-incestuous as the man is in the boy's family tree but not a blood
relative.  If this offends you yadda-yadda-you-know-the-drill.  I can be
reached at worshipsmusclechubs@yahoo.com for comments and hot chat.


			  BIG BEAR UNCLE (part 2)
				 --by WMC


	For a while right after that whenever Uncle Roy and I were together
I would inevitably end up at some point with my face on the business end of
that incredible dick.  Nothing had ever felt more natural than putting
myself heart and soul into these celebrations of the incomparable standard
of masculinity he represented to me.  More and more weekends we found
ourselves scheming up excuses to my parents for me to stay with him.

	Getting to sleep naked with him in his bed was heaven.  Because he
always drifted off so quickly I would frequently find myself lying next to
the warmth of his firm corpulence, just staring into the peaceful
expression on his ruggedly handsome face.  Then I would snuggle up to him
and he would instinctively take me under his arm, my head resting on the
thick mound of relaxed muscle that was his shoulder while I hunched my hard
dick into his hip.  Then, feeling completely secure and content, I would
follow him off to sleep.  Sometimes I would briefly stir in my sleep to
find him huddled against my back spoon fashion, a powerful arm draped over
me and the head of his erection nestled in the crack of my ass.

	Anytime I would awaken before he did I could depend on his beefy
hard-on to greet me, his huge balls hanging low and very loose over the
butt crack that would have otherwise shown from between his spread thighs.
I would press the beast to his lower belly and his reflexive response was
to hunch into my hand.  Gently easing under the covers until I could take
him into my drooling mouth, I would lay my head on his gut and lovingly
nurse on his bulbous glans.  With eyes closed I tenderly ran my lips over
its rubbery surface and worked my tongue into its widely flared opening,
savoring his salty ooze.

	As often as possible I tried to wake him in this way, to the
wonderful sensation of my throat repeatedly conforming to the shape of his
super engorged glans as I tried in vain to swallow it.  The coaching he had
given me that first time must have been to teach me everything he had come
to love about getting blown, because after that he started giving me free
rein to explore my own fascination with his wonderfully potent sexuality.
He told me he placed his trust in me to give him everything I had and that
he knew I wouldn't disappoint him.

	I especially enjoyed it when he inspired me with words of approval
and appreciation for the techniques I was developing.  Of course at his age
and with his added bulk he didn't come nearly as quickly as I usually did.
That I would receive his load was never in question, but how long I would
have to dedicate myself to the task sometimes required more endurance than
I was capable of.  Only then would he offer his always- helpful advice.

	"Ok, Pod, slow it down...slower...that's good!  Try putting more
suction on my dick head and less throat action.  Oh, yes-s-s!  Good boy!
Now keep that up and listen to what I have to tell you," he once instructed
me during one of our early sessions.

	I could just barely see his smile beaming over his manly paunch as
I backed off his meat and worked his glans per his instructions.

	He then continued, "When you take a man's dick in your mouth, well,
that's a commitment.  You are telling him that you want his seed inside you
- that he can expect to leave it there.  Now, a real man is not going to
just give that up to you without making you work as hard as he can for it.
Such a gift would not be desirable if it could be easily obtained, right?
That said, when you do set out to service a man, make sure he's a man whose
load you will be proud to take inside you, give yourself to him with all
you've got, and expect him to give it in return."

	My jaws would invariably start to ache from his thickness and, on
those occasions when my mouth was simply unable to muster a pleasing degree
of suction on him, he would good-naturedly intervene on my behalf and bring
himself to orgasm by either fucking my face or just jacking himself off in
my mouth.  I was completely in awe of his endurance and would openly praise
him for it while I lightly sucked the remnants of his come from his
deflating erection.  At the conclusion of my oral service I always found
myself kissing and sucking on his great balls, telling him what a large and
delicious load he had put in me.  A sinewy hand would land on the back of
my head and gently press my face into his aromatic sac while I thrilled to
his contented sighs.

	He would always make sure we switched places so he could give
himself to me the same way.  I was clearly no match for him as far as penis
size went but he always seemed to sincerely enjoy himself.  He could
swallow my meat with no problem and use his throat in ways that invariably
thrilled, surprised and educated me.  Establishing intense eye contact with
me he would slowly work his mouth up and down on my shaft, making a
wonderfully lewd show of my length and girth for me.  But, alas, I was
never able to outlast his endurance and he could coax my load up in what
seemed like comparatively short order.

	Once in a while we would actually have to get out and work, but
mostly he had already done the work before I arrived so we could have the
entire time to laze around his house and enjoy our nakedness.  Often when
the weather was warm we would go skinny- dipping in his pond and bask in
the thrill of outdoor sex.

	Roy never did anything half-heartedly and, when he wanted outdoor
sex, he made sure we had all the amenities.  Several quilts and comforters
served to cushion us from the hard ground and we always brought along a
cooler of beer and food.  Under the shade of a big tree we would spread out
and spend hours teasing each other near orgasm then stopping at the brink.
That was where Roy showed me what he called the 69 position, with him on
bottom and me on top of his mountain of powerful bulk.

	We became a circular current of sexual electricity.  Every
pleasurable jolt he injected into my young body through my rock hard
erection seemed to find its way to my cock-stuffed mouth where it was
imparted back to him.  At one point he let my dick just sort of sit in his
mouth and I felt his hands grab firmly on my butt cheeks.  He started
slowly kneading them with his thick fingers, gradually closing in on my
exposed hole.  Soon one of them was right on it, massaging it with slight
pressure in circular motions.

	The electrical current jumped up a few notches and caused me to
work his grand hard-on with that much more enthusiasm.  After several
minutes of this the finger left my ass and I felt it slip into his mouth
next to my dick against his tongue.  He then replaced it on my tingling
hole with greater pressure, pushing me to greater heights of intensity.
Again he slipped it into his mouth with my dick and when he pushed it
against my hole that time it slipped right in.

	In and out the fat digit slowly slid through my clutching
sphincter, igniting my sexual passion like a bon fire.  In that glorious
moment sex became less about mere orgasms and more about the transcendental
bliss of belonging to...no, becoming a part of...this
gloriously...incomparably MALE being that was my uncle!  It was as though
the inescapable gravitational pull of his masculinity had effortlessly
absorbed me.

	Suddenly his finger sank completely inside me and triggered an
orgasm like I had never experienced before.  Almost simultaneously Uncle
Roy let fly with a load that threatened to overflow my dick-engorged mouth.
As the afterglow of our earthshaking eruptions set in I slid my mouth up
his veiny shaft with the tightest suction I could muster in order to have
as much of his come as possible to savor and swallow.  He continued to milk
the head of my still hard dick in his throat while I sucked up the
coagulating remnants of his delicious load from his fat, come-dribbling
cock.

	I scrambled off of him and snuggled up to his great bulk as I
gleefully reported to him on each and every one of the incredible
sensations he had helped me to experience.  He chuckled out loud as each
exaggerated description was topped by the next, thoroughly enjoying my
impassioned praise.

	He guided my hand down onto his softening erection and I slowly
pumped it in my trembling fist as he said, "Your asshole can provide you
with the most incredibly erotic sensations you will ever know...with the
proper source of stimulation, of course."

	I smiled and cuddled up as closely and tightly to his expansive
girth as I could, keeping my fist clamped around his dick to confirm that I
got his meaning.  From that moment until he finally penetrated me the size
of his erect penis took on a somehow menacing look that only fascinated me
with it all the more.

	That night in bed I lay next to Uncle Roy with my head in his lap,
gently slapping my face with his semi-erect dick as I kissed and sucked on
his egg-sized nuts.  He ran his left hand from my shoulder down my side and
over my belly where he grabbed my hard- on.

	"There's nothing like that first time you get to play with a man
who can lay out a slab of dick that takes your breath, is there?" he asked
me as he gently tugged on my meat, "It can make you lose sight of what's
between your own legs but trust me, Pod...you got a nice one, too!  I can
hardly believe that what's in my hand right now belongs to a 17 year old."

	I swelled with pride at his words and proceeded to stuff my mouth
with his half- hard dick.  Slowly jacking him I thrilled to the feel of him
swelling to full erection in my mouth, gales of deep laughter rolling up
from his cavernous chest.  If I do say so myself I put on a dick sucking
clinic for my massive uncle, complete with an elaborate display of just how
long and incredibly fat his beautiful cock was.  Soon I felt his hand on
the back of my head.  He just laid it there and gently squeezed my hair up
through his thick fingers, but as I saw myself in his bureau mirror it
looked like he was pumping my mouth up and down on him.  My dick was
absolutely rigid as I watched myself servicing him and I had no idea what I
had done differently, if anything, but Uncle Roy's savory load came up and
filled my come-hungry mouth in record time.

	"Damn, Pod!", he exploded, "What a hell of a blow job!  Get up here
quick...I need my face fucked good and deep.  I want you to ram this thing
farther down my throat than you've ever had it before.  Make me feel like
useless pussy!"

	Spurred on by his pep talk I mounted his handsome face and
proceeded to mine his throat for gold.  He took my butt cheeks in his
powerful hands and helped me achieve the deepest, hardest thrusts I ever
had.  Before long he slipped one of his fat fingers in my asshole and
pushed my come button again.  I went off like a gusher.  My load flew into
his throat in torrents, each erotic jolt electrifying my entire body.  He
let me withdraw until only the head of my dick was in his mouth and began
sucking out my remnants until my gland was in so much pain I collapsed on
him in a mixture of moans and laughter.  He pushed me off of him and rolled
on top of me, then planted his tongue deep in my mouth.  I could taste my
come in his kiss and filled with pride as I did.

	"You're becoming a hell of a man, Pod!" Roy assured me.

	Before long we drifted off to sleep.  Sometime in the wee hours of
the morning I awoke to Roy's dick head burrowing into my crack.  I reached
back and parted my cheeks to accommodate it, letting them snuggle around
its heavenly firmness.  His gentle rocking motion instantly became more
insistent.  I thought he must be awake and I was happy to play along with
this familiar game.  But unlike the previous nights we had pretend-fucked
in this spoon position, I soon felt my crack overflowing with his warm seed
as he cried out, "Oh!  Luke!"

	I began hunching my wet hole back onto his slippery cock head,
almost achieving penetration a couple of times, until Roy rolled onto his
back and resumed his snoring.  I continued to lie on my side and stirred my
fingers around in my come-soaked butt, sucking them clean as I wondered
what kind of man could possibly inspire a man as spectacular as Uncle Roy
to have a wet dream.  I would soon learn...and I would NOT be disappointed!

				(to be continued)