Date: Tue, 02 Mar 2004 18:37:52 -0800
From: posingstrap@hotmail.com
Subject: Uncle Tom's Cabin 4

Dear Reader: This is a continuation of Chapter 4 of "Uncle Tom's Cabin",
and I hope you will enjoy it.

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[Chapter Four.....continued.....]

	"We don't need beer, do we?", Uncle Tom said quietly.

	I shook my head against his strong, tanned, leathery neck, smelling
his scent.

	"This is all I want," I said.

	I loved his exploring hand.  And I put down my coffee, and used
both hands to pull my shirt out from my jeans.

	He helped me take it off, then began undoing his own.  I sat
forward to give him room.  A minute later, I lay my bare back against his
hairy pecs.  Uncle Tom rubbed his mammoth chest into my smooth skin.  He
brought his arms around to flex over my chest.  His hands again found my
nipples.

	I moaned.

	"You okay?", he asked into my scalp.

	I nodded, overwhelmed.  "My cock," I managed to say.

	He pushed his against me.  "Mine, too," his voice was low and
urgent.

	I awkwardly fought my jean button open.  He relaxed his biceps to
give me a chance to try and get them off, which let him then work at
opening his own fly.

	Jeans aren't easy to get out of, especially with muscular thighs,
and I had to get up.  We laughed about it as we tugged and yanked, until
they were off.

	I stood beside the sofa, staring down at Uncle Tom's white Calvins.
They couldn't deal with his turned-on dick.  It was too huge, too needy,
the thick-lipped head clearly defined by the white cotton.

	He was staring up at the tent of my own pouch.  His emerald-eyed
interest only made it punch-out more.  I watched his bicep roll and swell
as his hand came upwards.  He ran his palm over my white, hot-blooded dick.
It bucked into his hand and my knees turned to jello.

	I moaned softly and put my hand on top of his and pressed.  Bolts
of feeling raced up my hard cock.  My ballbag puckered.  And then I was
shoving my shorts down and freeing my turned-on rod.

	We both stared at it--the mushroom head all rosey and huge in the
lamplight--my eight-incher standing up straight-as-an-arrow.  It pulsed
against my stomach.  My balls rose and fell under his dark-eyed gaze.  My
cockhair haloed around my crotch in the soft light.  It looked
honey-colored and rich and masculine.

	Uncle Tom saw me stare past my dick and down between his own legs.
He lifted his hips off the cushion, and pulled his Calvins free.  Ten
inches of wrist-thick meat thwacked his brown abs.  Fighting his shorts off
his thighs, the giant cockhead flared, the eye looking up at me.  His balls
fell between his hairy thighs to lay nestled along the cushion.  Black
pubic hair gushed from his deep crotch.

	My dick throbbed in little jerks as I stared.  Uncle Tom's eyes
searched my face.  He sat up against the sofa's arm, thighs spread, naked
cock and balls on display.  The upthrust prongs of his nipples stared back
at me as they fought through his chest hair.  He rested his forearms on his
knees, and watched me gaze down at his giant-cocked nakedness.

	Without speaking, I knew from his face that anything I did would be
okay.  I could keep on staring, reach down to feel up his tits, or rejoin
him between his naked thighs.  I saw him trying to look up behind my heavy
ballbag into my tender crease.

	Smiling, I turned and showed him, bending over a little.  Uncle
Tom's eyes glowed.  His lips parted, and his cockhead expanded.  My inner
muscles squeezed my butthole in response.  My cock tightened up with it,
the head turning mauve.  Prickles of sensation erupted all over my body as
he stared at my winking button.

	I climbed onto the sofa, cock waving stiffly, and settled back down
again between his husky legs.

	"Holy crow," I whispered.

	A near-foot of hot dick rode up my grooved spine.  His taut nipples
kissed my muscled shoulder blades.  His chesty pecs rubbed my skin.  His
tremendous thighs squeezed my own.  Warmth spread all over my trembling
body as I felt hairy muscle wrap around me, enveloping me in a male world
of thrilling joy.

	With his arms resting on my knees, I pressed my cheek against Uncle
Tom's full-bodied bicep.  He mounded it for me and I first kissed, then
licked at it.  It was huge, tasting like the man Uncle Tom was.  I couldn't
get enough and began moaning and biting and licking the vein-popping skin.

	My ass pressed against his soft balls and ironbar cock.  I felt him
kind of shudder.

	"Oh, baby, he breathed into my scalp.

	His nearness was too much and not enough.  I wanted all of him, all
at once.

	Suddenly I was turning and kneeling, the sofa sagging and swaying.
He and I stared down at our two hard cocks before I smacked mine against
his.  Our dicks touched for the very first time.

	It was like fire.  They swelled and preened like peacocks.  Their
heads expanded to hard reflecting apricots and dribbled juice all over.

	Losing my balance, I fell against him.  Being seven inches shorter,
my face pushed into his pecs.  I licked at the hairy swells, my tongue
washing Uncle Tom's nipples.  Both his hands came down over my bare cheeks
and his arms pulled me upwards.  My hot wet cock slid up his abs.  My face
found his.

	Uncle Tom stared into my eyes, then looked at my mouth.  My eyes
closed to feel us brush lips.

	A lusty moan filled my mouth.  His masculine breath filled my
lungs.  Our tongues locked together, our lips exploring, our bodies
rubbing.

	His fingers slid deeper into my ass--one of them found my clean,
virgin hole.  I moaned.  My tongue went wild in his mouth and he was
panting inside me.

	We began hunching our hips, driving our cocks up-and-down our
pressed torsos.  My hands clamped around Uncle Tom's strong neck.  I kissed
him hotly, our lips now chewing at chins and jaws, my tongue licking his
cheekbones, his whole face, his unshaven cheeks.

	Uncle Tom's fingers spread my ass and played with my round little
butt.  He tumbled my balls around trying to have my tiny slice.  My
butthole threw off sparks at his touches--my cock kept masturbating his
muscles.

	We rutted and groaned, my face now planted on his warm thick neck.
I sucked huge welts on his skin.  I no longer knew who I was.  My slick
pecs dug against his muscled chest and his biceps bulged across my back.

	His finger found my spot again and this time prodded my webbed,
pink oval.

	I gasped in shock.  My head fell forward and I stared into his
eyes.  A look of awe filled my face.  His finger pushed more, my sphincter
suddenly clamping around it and wild feelings rifled through me.

	My hips were thrusting, my body masturbating his, trying to have
his finger, trying to fuck his torso.  I didn't know what the hell I was
doing.  My hands found the arm of the sofa and I levered my body upwards.

	We both stared down our bodies to watch our cocks.  They were hard
and wet and steamy.  My hips plowed cock across his own thick shaft.  The
heads were kettledrum taut and shiny and purple.  My tits speared out at
his--tits calling to tits--wanting them, needing them.

	We trembled with passion.

	My butt kept wanting more finger.  It felt obscene--painful and
beautiful and made me shake deep inside my body.  I brought a hand down
between us and tried to grab our hot, ripe bananas.  It made Tom buck up
into me, his mouth panting.  My hand couldn't grip our torched dicks.  They
were too thick--too wet.  They rubbed and leaked and tangoed.

	Mine wouldn't stay put--kept lancing his belly.  It felt arrogant,
demanding.  I was out of contol.  My knees dug into the cushion and my arms
clamped the sofa-back for support.

	I rose up, my wet cock hovering between us.  Uncle Tom stared, his
eyes lusty.  I fell forward, my cock between his pecs, fucking his hairy
crease, the head bumping his rough chin.  He grunted against my heaving
belly, licking me there.

	My hips plowed his pec canyon and my arm came down behind me, my
hand digging beneath my bobbing ass to find his swollen, syrup-slick cock.

	"I want it," I felt its pulsing, slippery girth.

	"No," Uncle Tom said, his eyes surprisingly stern, narrowing.

	I rose up into a high, back-arching crouch, my thighs flexing.

	"No," he said again, more firmly.

	My hand reached behind to lever him upwards, the ripe mushroom head
burbbling juice across my segmented slit.

	"Billy......"

	"Uncle Tom, Uncle Tom," I whispered, my voice sounding harsh.  "I
NEED it.  Don't you understand?"

	And then I just....

	squatted.

	Colored dots burst across my eyes before the room went completely
dark.

	My mouth opened and closed like a caught fish, the pain so raw no
sound came out.  I felt skewered, impaled, carved in two, a third of it
locked inside my flaming bung.

	From somewhere far away I heard my name.

	A dull, numbing throb took over, making me force myself to breathe
deeper than ever in my life.

	"Billyboy---Jesus Christ!....."

	"I'm FINE!," I stared defiantly through the popping dots.

	"What the hell are you trying to....."

	I squatted down even further, biting my lip to feel pain somewhere
else for a while.

	"I want it," I vowed.  "And I'm gonna...fuckin'....HAVE...IT."

	I felt like a Christmas turkey with Uncle Tom stuffing--the thought
making me laugh even as tears squeezed out of my eyes.

	And still I made it tunnel in--another
inch--another--another--another.  And then my knees were trembling against
my face, my ass against his thighs.

	"Did it," I said, not recognizing my own voice.

	Uncle Tom looked all pupil.  He looked full of unspoken
feelings--looking at me like he'd never ever looked at me before.  It was a
look full of concern and awe and love.  He looked at me like I had just
graduated.

	He didn't move a muscle, and neither did I.

	I heard logs popping and sparking in the woodstove.  I heard the
night wind scatter a branch against the window as my butt began to shape
itself around his snorting, prized stallion.

	"Jesus, Billy...are you... okay?"

	I nodded.  "You're real hot inside there."  I laughed a breathy
laugh.  "I feel like I'm shitting a sweet potato."

	He looked surprised--and then we were both laughing--and then I
began raising my butt to slide up the length of it, crazy feelings making
my own cock tingle and begin to swell.

	"Uhhhhhhh," Uncle Tom breathed, reaching in to roll my nuts gently
around in his palm.  His rugged face looked full of wonder, full of need,
full of passion.

	My clamping hole snagged on the lip of his flared head.

	"Billyboy," Uncle Tom said.  "My big brave Billyboy."  His face was
dark, his eyes speaking to me more than his words ever could.

	His look excited me, made me want him back inside--and as I pushed
my ass back down, his blunt-nosed helmet hit something that made me nearly
come.  His big cock was pressing some kind of inner buzzer, something I
never knew I had.

	"Ohhhhhhhhh--Uncle Tom, Uncle Tom," I closed my eyes, warmth
spreading through my body and igniting my balls.  My cock shot up like a
railroad spike, dripping on his abs.  My body began trembling, my forehead
sweating, my ass screaming for more--more Uncle Tom, more huge cock.

	And then I began a fevered hunching--swinging my hips and thighs in
ryhthmic arcs--drilling down, rising up, riding his ass-plowing dick.

	"Uh--uh--uh--uh--uh--UH!"  My thighs flexed as I bounced, my ass
both numb and on fire.

	Uncle Tom looked lost in space, his huge pecs jostling, his abs
standing up in ridges.  "So hot," he moaned.  "Like an oven.  Like a
friggin' furnace."

	The sofa sagged and swayed, the cushions nearly busting, the
floorboards squeeking below it.

	Uncle Tom's hands found my pecs, letting them slap his palms, the
nipples all stiff and ripe.  His face grimmaced with sweet agonies of what
was fucking his huge meat.  "Billy.  Billy.  Billy!", he looked anguished,
awestricken.  "You're...you're gonna make me...."

	My cock danced above his hairy chest, his eyes watching it smack my
belly and thighs.  He looked up to my face, his eyes black and lusty.  I
couldn't read his warnings, his signals.  My mind was full of my own
newfound pride and pleasure.  I felt wild and heroic--Billy The Kid;
Batman's Robin.

	"Whoooeee!", I crowed, "Ride 'em cowboy!" And my buttery ass basted
his blissed-out fuck-muscle.  My tight, tight twat syphoned and vacuumed
his nerve-shattered ram.
	"Oh, Jesus," Uncle Tom said, his eyes closing shut, his full lips
parting.

	His muscular shaft expanded to twice its size--the humongous thing
pulsing with such size and heat, it halted me mid-way-- his whole physique
trembling.

	"Jesus Christ," he groaned deeply, his eyes squeezing shut.

	His nipples erected to the size of baby hardons, standing up
arrogantly from his fur.
	His torso flexed, every muscle in his body standing out in bold
relief.  And with a shout, his hips sailed upwards from the sofa, burying
all ten inches of his prime rib into my jiggling, hot cheeks.

	A look of wonder and shock crossed his face.

	"UUUUUhhhhhhhggggghh."

	A splashing heat flooded my guts, my 'O' ring clamping down.

	"B i l l l l l y y y y," he moaned, his hand squeezing my cock, his
muscles flexing, his hips drilling for gold.

	He shook and seized and quaked and spasmed, as that gargantuan cock
pumped my ass full of his jizz, his face a mask of passion, his neck
corded, the veins pulsing.

	His huge arms pulled me down, my face crushed against his chest.
His groans filled my body as his come washed through my guts--as it drooled
from my butt.

	His huge arms pulled me into his kiss, his cock still plowing and
firing come.  He swallowed my whole mouth inside his, panting and groaning
my name.

	"Billy, Billy," he kissed me hotly, still fucking my virgin hole.
"I need you.  I need you so bad."

	I felt my cock spurting-- felt hot and flushed and fevered.  "Oh my
God, Uncle Tom.  Oh my God, I love you."  And I dove against his hairy
chest, my lips feeding on his lust-swollen tits.


[to be continued.....]

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter of "Uncle Tom's Cabin".
It may take a couple of days to get you another installment!
And thank you for reading my story.