Date: Fri, 28 Nov 2003 15:09:46 EST
From: Calcubx2@aol.com
Subject: Ardmore Part 2

	I reluctantly left and made my way home. The house was full of
people, everyone was there, or on their way. Uncle Garr left Ardmore when
he was eighteen to join the service and hadn't been back in the ten years
since he left. He was my mother's baby brother, and she treated him just
that way. I remember him being a real neat uncle, always ready and willing
to play with my cousins and me.

	I was expecting the tall, thin, awkward teenager that I remembered
as a kid. Was I ever wrong. Uncle Garr stood a good six feet three inches
and about 200 pounds of solid packed muscle. His long dark curly hair
framed his rugged face, with a dense five o'clock shadow. His thick arms
and tree trunk legs were also covered with dark hair, and a big tuft peaked
out of the vee of his open shirt. The huge bulge in his shorts was
something I wanted to definitely get a closer look at.

	And I found out I would, too. Since there wasn't much room in any
one's house and a motel was out of the question, it turned out that Uncle
Garr and I would be sharing a room. After taking a good long look at me, he
decided that there wasn't any reason for me to sleep in a cot. The bed, he
said, looked big enough for both of us.

	I hoped no one else noticed the glimmer as his eyes undressed me,
at least that's what I thought. Or maybe just hoped. I noticed him glancing
at me, with a silly smirk on his face throughout the day and evening.

	I knew I was in trouble when he started getting ready for bed. I
was already in bed, hoping I would be asleep before he got there. Leaving
the light on, he stripped. I watched, his back to me, as he pulled off his
clothes, leaving just his shorts and socks. He turned and went down the
hall to the bathroom. The sight of his near naked body got me really turned
on. Though I had only seen it for seconds, the image of the bulge in his
shorts burned in my mind. I could easily see the soft log of his cock. The
thick fleshy rim of his cock-head clearly outlined. I could only imagine
his big flopping nuts.

	I quickly pulled off my jockeys, hoping for enough time to beat
off. I knew it would only take a few minutes. But my hand barely slipped
around my excited erection when he returned. Again, facing away from me, he
slid his shorts down over his legs. My cock oozed pre-cum as I watched his
big hairy butt. Bending his knees slightly, he leaned over to pick up his
shorts. His nuts hung low in their sack, his cheeks spread so I got a brief
glimpse of his brown, wrinkled ass-bud. My mouth watered when I saw his
cock. The long shaft swung limply between his legs, the prominent head atop
the thickest rod I had ever seen.

	Turning off the light, he climbed into bed. I tried to think of
everything I could, anything except the image of his naked body and my
painful erection. Somehow, I managed to sleep.

	I woke up in the middle of the night, from a burning pressure along
my ass-crack. I had been dreaming about JJ and in my half- sleep thought it
was he, pressing against me, wanting to fuck. I spit into my hand, without
thinking and reached to cup the throbbing erection. The oversized cock-head
that filled the palm of my hand brought me back to reality. I had no idea
what Uncle Garr was thinking as he fucked his raging cock into my fist, or
as he nuzzled my shoulder with his unshaven cheek. He was obviously too
stimulated to worry about my reaction. He reached between my legs with his
pawish hand, crushing my nuts, pressing at the sensitive ridge, fingering
my ass-hole. Sweat poured from both of us. My hand was filling with large
slimy drops of pre-jizz that I rubbed back into the shaft of his meat.

	He pushed me onto my belly, lifting my hips, the slick head of his
cock pushing against my tight sphincter. I buried my face in my pillow to
stifle a scream as his thickness stretched me painfully. I cried as he
rammed the last few inches in, the pain almost unbearable. Then he started
to brutally fuck me. He would pull out and slap my cheeks so my tight
muscles would grab at just his bulbous cock-knob, then ram in the full
length of his shaft, burying himself to his balls. He fucked faster and
faster. Reaching under me, he grabbed my hard dick and jerked me off while
he fucked.

	We came at about the same time. I spilled my load, the cum dripping
through his fingers, soaking the sheets below. I felt his enormous
fuck-pole grow even bigger as he held it still in my ass. I could feel the
strong jets of his spunk shooting up my ass-tunnel. He came and came and
came. Finally, he eased us both onto our sides, never letting go of my cum
covered dick and leaving his cock buried up my ass.

	I woke up early the next morning. I thought I had been having
another sexy dream. I realized the warm wetness surrounding my piss hard-on
was real, not a dream. Pulling back the covers, my dick was buried in Uncle
Garr's throat. The sight of him eating my cock was too much for me and I
exploded in seconds. He smiled up at me as he swallowed my load. After
milking me dry, he lay next to me and I got the full impact of his naked
body. My softening cock got immediately hard again.

	"That's what I like for breakfast. Hot sausage and fresh, sweet
cream." He said to me with a smile. His hands played along my body, my
stiffened cock, playing around my balls, spreading my legs with his huge
hands. He rubbed my ass in circular movements, dragging his fingertips
across my puckered hole each time. Then he concentrated on the crack, then
his fat fingertip slipped past the ring of my sphincter. I gasped and
arched my back.

	"C'mon, baby, open your swollen little hole. You've got one hell of
a sweet ass, kid. Yeah, Spence your tight ass-pussy was just made for man
fucking. You're gonna make my big hard dick feel real good, aren't you.

He continued the crooning in my ear as he slowly worked one, two, then
three fingers in and out of my ass. I was panting and bucking, running my
hands all over his hot, sweaty body. My hands stroked his rigid tool. He
moved above me, with his cock lodged firmly against the gate of my ass. It
felt impossibly large as I guided him into me. He had his hands firmly
gripping my hips and was pulled me towards him. I felt like I was never
going to hit bottom, it just kept sliding in. He lost patience on the last
two inches and rammed it in, his balls slapping my ass.

	He leaned to suck and lick my nipples as he took short, slow jabs
in and out. He soon had me relaxed enough to long dick me slamming his hips
into mine and whispering a stream of endearments laced with obscenities.

	"C'mon angel, ride my stud-cock, you feel so fucking hot. You make
my dick feel so good, baby, I love the way your fucking asshole feels. Fuck
yeah, Spence, lift that hungry little ass way up for me, and push back on
my big, stiff poker.

	He began to pile drive his thickness into me so hard my teeth were
chattering. He reached down to stroke my cock, in long, sure, firm
strokes. Slow out and fast thrust in. My balls were dancing and I could
feel his nuts swinging and slapping underneath me. Sooner that I expected I
felt the cum start to shoot out of the tip of my cock.

 "Oh fuck, Uncle Garr," I moaned, I'm..."

	He mashed his mouth onto mine and jammed his tongue deep into my
throat. I felt the stinging coarseness of his whiskers.

	He began to have a convulsive orgasm and pulled out of my ass,
crawling up my body to stuff his throbbing dick into my mouth. He had
already begun to spurt and splashed a rope of cum across my face before he
could get in. He held the back of my head and pulled it into his crotch,
moaning the entire time. I could feel the heavy log of his cock pulse
rhythmically as it shot gush-after-gush of spicy cock-juice deep in my
throat. He wrenched it from the grip of my gullet in time to send two
salvos of spunk across my nose and forehead.

	He sat on my chest, heaving and gasping for air. I felt cum stream
down the sides of my face. He smiled, between gasps, and rubbed his
softening dick all over my face. The he swooped down over me and lapped at
the sperm on my chin and cheeks. We both jumped as we heard my mom calling
up to us, making sure that we were okay, with all the noise we were making.

	It was hell to even walk that day. My ass was so sore from Uncle
Garth's big cock-shaft. I didn't think I would ever be able to take anyone
up my ass again. Course every time I thought about it, there was that
wonderful tingling in my nuts and my horny pecker would start getting stiff
and uncomfortable in my tight shorts. And it seemed like every time Uncle
Garr and I tried to get just a few minutes along together, there was mom,
with some news about this person, or that relative, and who was on their
way over to see him. I gave up. I wanted to be with him, but with a few
hundred relatives, no thank you.

	I was pretty damn happy when Baze called me later that afternoon.

	"Hey, Spencer, how you doing? I was wondering if you could help me
out with something. I got this big, hard problem man, and I just don't know
what to do with it. It's just getting worse, you know, a real sticky
situation. I think it may be right up your alley. Think you can do anything
for me?" I got the message real quick. I knew anyone, at our house or his
could be listening in, so we both had to watch what we were saying.

	"Well Baze, sounds like I better come on over and help take care of
it for you."

	 I was thankful to get out of the way. As I was leaving to pick him
up, my mom yelled to me to be sure and bring Baze on over to meet Uncle
Garr and have some supper with the family.

	He was waiting for me when I got there. His parents were home and
there was no chance we could be alone there. He suggested we drive on over
to see if Andy was around. There wasn't anyone home, so we drove on over to
his dad's service station. I knew his dad, Hank Robinson, just from getting
gas from him. But after learning about him and Andy, I was anxious to see
him again. I would certainly look at him through new eyes.

	We drove up and parked. Heading into the service bay, Mr. Robinson
was there but not Andy.

	"Hey Baze," he spoke in a slow, drawl, "Spencer, isn't it?" He
nodded to me. "Anything I can do for you boys?" I noticed that his eyes
never left the bulging lumps in our shorts. Baze must have looked
especially good, cause he wasn't wearing any underwear, the long stretch of
his cock and his thick balls were plainly visible through the thin
material. "Andy," he told us, "had to go on over to Nickerson to pick up
some parts for me. He should be back in about an hour or so. Say, you boys
look hot, you all want to come on back to the back and have a beer with
me?"

	I knew a beer wasn't all that Hank had in mind. Baze just looked at
me and winked. I followed Hank back, Baze behind me caressed my ass as we
went into the back office. Hank got the beers and handed us each one. Baze
had by then worked his hand under my tight shorts and was rubbing the hot
cheeks of my butt. It was obvious that he was excited. His hard cock was
tenting his shorts. There was a growing wet spot at the very end, and you
could see the drooling head of his pecker.

	Hank just smiled at us. He stood just about two feet in front of us
and slowly unzipped his jumpsuit. His bare, hairy chest was dripping with
sweat. His musky man-scent filled the small, hot office as the zipper
lowered. Just at the time he got it all the way down, Baze had slipped a
finger into my hot, twitching asshole. I groaned loudly as the finger
filled me and my mouth watered at what popped out of Hanks' jumpsuit. The
smooth silken shaft of his cock-meat must have been at least ten inches
long. I could tell that it would take two hands to hold his fat poker. What
really awed me was his dick-head. It was huge. Big and purple as the
biggest plum I've ever eaten. And I was anxious to taste his ripe,
cock-fruit.

	"Lick it, somebody, come on and taste it boys." He was moaning as
he ran his fingers up and down his shaft. Huge globs of pre-spunk dripped
from the long piss-slit, that he rubbed into the trembling shaft.

	We were both on our knees in seconds, tongues battling around the
bulging head, running around and around the thick rim. I reached up and
gripped the shaft. The hot skin burned my fingers. We gorged ourselves on
his horse dong. Minutes later, there was the sound of a car horn. Hank had
to try and hide his throbbing meat under his loose jumpsuit as he left.

	"Amazing, isn't he? See why Andy's ass got so stretched. You really
should see that big cock sliding right up Andy's chute, just like they were
made for each other." As he spoke Baze's hands busied themselves under my
shorts. While he slipped out of his clothes I told him all about Uncle
Garr. He was impressed when I said that Garr was a pretty good match form
Hank Robinson.

	Hank was back five minutes later. He was unzipped and had his
studcock in hand. He played with his big hairy balls, pulling on them,
stroking the whole length of his hard prick. He waved his horny fuck pole
in our faces, until we started licking on it. He jerked off as we sucked.

	 "Come on boys, hurry it up, got another customer waiting. Yeah
baby's, lock them wet, lips clear round my big greasy knob. You're good
little suck boys, got a load of hot juice I been saving all day. Ohh, so
good...such good little cock- suckers. You like sucking big, hairy
man-cock, don't you?"

	His angry red shaft grew impossible huge in his hands. I gripped
the fat base, feeling his hot lava shooting up his shaft. Baze held out his
tongue, the bruised cock-head resting on it as it exploded. A river of
custardy cum drooled from his cock, through the wide gaping slit. It filled
Baze's open mouth, then ran down the sides, covering his face, his
shoulders and down along his chest. Sweat and cum dripped between his open
legs. We both then licked the softening cock, mouthing the bruised
prick-tip, sucking out the last of Hanks heavy load of man-cream.

	In a flash, he was gone, leaving us sitting, cocks hard, Baze
dripping from his load. I reached and traced my fingers through the gooey
liquid on his chest, leaned to lick the cum from his stiff nipple.

	"Tastes kind of bitter." I said with a grimace.

	"Yeah, he does. Not like you." He smiled at me. He had my throbbing
shaft in the palm of his hand. He reached over with his other hand, rubbed
his thumb around my leaking piss-slit then sucked his wet thumb to his
mouth. "No, you taste real nice and sweet. And, you're the perfect size
too." He winked and pulled me to him. I could feel the cooling cum
squishing between our bared chests. Silently we both got up, cleaned our
selves off and left. Hank was still busy as we got into the car, but he
smiled, then waved to us when we drove away.

	The house was still full of people when we got there. I did manage
to pull Garr away and introduce him to Baze. He got that lusty look in his
eyes, that lingered down Baze's body as he shook hands. I could detect a
slight movement in his pants, the material stretching across a growing
lump. Since he wasn't wearing anything underneath his shorts, it was
obvious to anyone that looked that Baze was getting a hard-on. I had to get
him out of there, fast. I told Uncle Garr we would be upstairs and we
turned to go.

	"Oh, Baze, " Garr called after him. "That's interesting cologne
you're wearing. I'd like to get some of that myself. You'll have to show me
where you got it!"

	With a loud whooping laugh, Baze and I raced up the stairs to my
room. Dangerous as it was, with the house full of aunts, uncles and
cousins, Baze and I couldn't keep out hands off of each other. Our escapade
with Hank had us horny to shoot. Besides, I just wanted to be with him,
naked, holding him close to me. I was hot and I wanted him.

	I closed my bedroom door. He was already stripped and under the
covers of my bed. I did a slow strip for him, peeled back the covers and
jumped on top of him, making more noise that I probably should have.

	Our lips locked, we traded tongues as our hands ran all over each
other's body. I nipped and licked at his ear, gave him a big hickey on the
neck, and left trails of spit along his shoulders. I pushed his arms back,
behind his head. I lapped up the dripping sweat from his armpits, the hair
matted down as I licked his salty skin.

	Slowly, ever so slowly I gave him a sensual tongue bath. I stayed
away from the areas I knew he most wanted to me to go for. His cock and
balls throbbed above my eyes as I slurped along his inner thighs, his legs
shaking in excitement. I could smell impatient droplets of pre-cum oozing
down his shaft, dripping thickly on his belly. I licked at them, ignoring
his sex-pole.

	Rolling him over on his belly, I started on his back. I kissed and
sucked his toes, my tongue tickling the soles of his feet. He pushed back
with his hips when I started nipping at his rounded cheeks. His legs
spread, butt hunched as my tongue slid along the dark crevice of his hairy
ass. I spread the tight globes of his butt so I could look at his pink,
wrinkled opening.  It winked as I hovered above and dropped a great big
glob of spit onto it. It slowly dripped between his legs, oozing its way
down his fuzzy balls.

	I sat back on my haunches. He looked so fucking sexy, laying spread
eagle beneath me. His balls, loose in their hairless sac, swinging free,
tantalizing me. His ass lips seemed to call to my horny erection. I
desperately wanted to jump him, to slam the length of my thick, throbbing,
dripping cock meat into him, until my balls ground against his. I wanted to
feel his tightness surrounding me. Instead, I got up, turned around and
over him. I planted my thighs on either side of his head. I dug my crotch
into his face. His luxuriant hair tickled, stroked the tender flesh of my
hard-on. I wrapped my arms around his thighs to pull him toward me. Tongue
extended, I attacked his quivering butt-hole.

	His head bobbed back and forth, fucking at my cock. I tried to pull
away but it felt too good. I had to be careful not to let myself get too
close to shooting my load. I concentrated my attention on the object of
lust before me. I tongued, slurped, licked at his tightness. My face, his
ass was soon slick with my drooling saliva. Holding his churning balls in
one hand, his pulsating shaft in the other, I was able to force more of my
tongue into his willing, waiting hole. I wanted him relaxed, hot, begging
to get butt fucked. The pace became fast and furious. We started to build,
the excitement grew until finally, with quick, sudden movements, I pulled
away from him.

	He rolled onto his back, pleading with me. I sat back on my heels,
taking in the sight of his spread thighs, his quivering asshole. I almost
came like that, my cock burned, dripping hot droplets of pre-jizz down my
throbbing shaft. I cupped his heavy, drooping balls, felt his hot meat
bouncing, pounding as it throbbed stiffly. I guided the burning head of my
dick to his hole, slipping into the slick orifice slowly. The tightened
ring of his sphincter muscles gripped the head of my cock as it slid in,
then pulled me further in, milking my shaft within the tight walls. He
flexed, pulling, massaging my dick until I was buried to the nuts. He
sighed, moaned as I started to slowly pull out, then slid roughly back into
him. I reached beneath to grab his hot erection, and knew neither one of us
could last very long. I got him to maneuver around, onto his back, in
almost slow motion so my dick wouldn't slip from the hot, tightness of his
ass. Sweat poured from both of us as I started fucking him long and hard. I
leaned to kiss his lips, our tongues battling. His hot cock meat pounded
wetly against my belly, slick with sweat and generous amounts of sticky
pre-cum. The tension built, our orgasms too close to hold back.

	Suddenly, we both realized we weren't alone. Roaring back on my
heels, my cock slammed into him up to my balls so brutally that Baze let
out a scream. Standing not three feet from the bed stood my cousins Grant
and Parker. Both had their flies unzipped, fisting their hard, twin
cocks. Baze and I didn't move, just watched my cousins jack off. Their
identical dicks, dark skinned shafts of man-meat with broad rimmed crowns
peaking out of heavy foreskins. Grant pulled on his hairy nutsac, twisted
is as he palmed his hard shaft.

	We slowly started fucking again, mesmerized by the twin dicks, our
eyes never leaving my horny cousins. In unison, they opened their pants,
slid them down their thighs. They got up onto the bed, one on each side of
Baze and began slapping their cocks against him. He spit into his hands and
grabbed the stiff poles. I caressed the hard globes of their butts. Baze
tried to pull himself forward, to pull the two cocks toward his mouth. All
he could manage was a few wet slurps at their cock-heads, but by then I was
pounding into him so hard, so fast he couldn't keep his balance. I felt the
cum burning my balls, felt it racing up my shaft. I pulled out of his ass,
jerked myself off until I exploded.

	My cum shot up along Baze's chest, landing in huge, thick puddles,
dripping along his belly, mixing with his sweat. It seemed as if it would
never stop. Just as I milked the last of my juices out, Grant and Parker
started panting loudly, broadcasting their impending orgasms. Like
everything else they did together, they came at the same time. Baze aimed
on shooting cock at his face, the other at his his chest. By the time they
unloaded, Baze looked as if he had just taken a shower in man-spunk.
Scooping up some of the cock juice they just spilled, the twins grabbed
Baze's meat, jacking his dick.  Wanting to do my part, I dropped between
his legs and slurped and sucked on his nuts. It only took a few minutes and
his prick noticeably thickened, his balls slipped up into his belly, and he
exploded. Long, white jets of cum shot through his piss slit, covering his
heaving body with a fourth load of cream. Grant and Parker milked the last
few drops from their heavy, softened, cocks, tucked them back into their
pants and just walked out of the room. That was too much for Baze and
me. We broke out laughing hysterically. I fell on top of him and he held me
close. We lay that way for a long time.

	Everyone and everything settled down after a few days. The
relatives, for the most part, all dispersed and life got back to
normal. Uncle Garr began talking about taking off to visit some friends. He
planned on being away for a week or two, and somehow talked my folks into
letting me go with him.