Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2011 23:28:41 -0700 (PDT) From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads Chapter 8: Cowboy Uncle Wes This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author's imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time. This story may contain scenes of a graphic nature between father and his sons, or under age boys and adult males, which may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. 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He seemed to always have a pipe or a toothpick in his mouth, and a serious scowl on his face. I was somewhere around ten before I ever saw him without his hat and found out he was mostly bald which made him look even more severe. That was also when I began noticing the long thick rubbery hose snaking down the left leg of his wrangers. Though his jeans weren't tight by any means, every other step pulled the left side tight so the full length and bulbous head became sharply defined. It wasn't until I was fifteen that I got another surprise. We were at a family reunion at a lake up near Houston, Texas. I woke up my parent's pop-up camper and had to pee. The bathrooms were down a wooded trail, but not far from the campsite. Some- one was showering when I got there after the short walk. The shower was turned off as I came through the door and Uncle Wes stepped out to begin toweling off. His huge thick cock swung back and forth heavily between his thighs as he rubbed the towel over himself while two oversized nuts swayed just behind it in their loose furry sack. While those huge hairy balls hung down about six inches from his crotch, that shockingly thick cock hung down another three completely soft! I'd always noticed his hairy forearms because I hoped I would get that hairy when I grew up. Seeing him naked, though, I noticed the hair of his body was really handsome. It looked like someone had drawn it on him. Heavy across his chest, stomach, forearms, crotch, and legs...it didn't grow anywhere else except his tight slender ass and a bit of a triangle just above it. His back and upper arms were the only places not thickly covered in all that curling wiry hair. "Mornin' Arley," he said, grinning at my wide-eyed stare at his thick floppy cock and pendulous balls. "You come in here t' pee?" he asked, wrapping the towel around his neck and ruffling my hair has he passed me to stand naked in front of the sink. "Uhhh...yeah! I jus' woke up." I recovered my voice, but still couldn't stop staring. "Better get to it then, squirt." I went to the urinal and realized my peter was hard. "Uhmmm, I'll wait. I can't go with you in here." I said lamely and without looking up or baring my hard-on. "Oh, now, don' be silly." He turned the water on in the sink and then looked over at me. "Does the sound of runnin' water help?" "Naw, Uncle Wes, I still can't go..." "Well, now, y' gotta at least take it out!" Shit!! He started walking back over and my traitorous eyes locked on his heavy swinging meat again. "Here, jus' pull your pj's down..." he came up behind me and reached around to grab the front of my pants and underwear. "PJ'S??!! Uncle Wes, these're sweatpants, NOT 'pj's'!" Being only 5'5" at the time, I could feel his hairy stomach and the length of that fat rubbery snake between his legs hugging my bare back as he curved over me and pulled my sweats and underwear down. "Ah! Well, looky here! It aint because I'm in here that y' can't go, it's because you got yourself some mornin' wood!" He chuckled. "Here, now...I'll show y' what'cha do about this..." He said as if about to help me with a school project or something. "Y' jus' take a finger..." he reached down for the underside of my peter as I felt a change in how his cock felt against my back, "...and y' lightly rub the underside..." My willy jumped at his touch, "NO! That's not gonna work!" I tried to push his hand away, now feeling mortified. "Now, jus' hold on there a minute, hoss...jus' give it a chance..." To my surprise, suddenly I did have to go again and began splashing into the urinal. He straightened when he finished, and announced I should now do the same for him as he was running into the same problem I'd had. "You got 'morning wood,' too?" I asked, trying not to look down. "Well, sure looks that way t' me," he stepped to the side with his one hand on the hip opposite me and the other around my shoulders, "Now, give it a light stroke underneath jus' like I did for you." I reached and looked down at the same time. It only three inches less than my ruler from school, and bigger across than two of them put side by side. I was scared to touch it with it jutting imposingly out from his hairy crotch with only the slightest curve to the left! His cock rose up and flexed, the plum-sized and shaped head swelling and darkening. The deep piss slit gaped slightly and the tip of that juicy looking head suddenly became wet and shiny as something oozed out from inside. "Go on, now. Jus' do like I did t' you..." he urged. I reached out and ran my finger back and forth underneath the frighteningly big shaft. I bounced severals times before I heard him say, "Ah yeahhhh..." More shiny stuff oozed from the tip and spread across the fat head of his cock before gathering underneath and dripping from the tip just before a thick powerful stream of piss poured heavily from his cock and into the urinal below. Hypnotized, I'd continued stroking through the process, and he chuckled when he said I could stop now. "You wanna help me shave? Prob'ly gonna be shavin' yourself here darn quick, might as well start t' learn." "Sure." I answered, excited to have an excuse to stay around him while he was naked. He went over to the sink and gave me a can of shaving cream. Then, he squatted down in front of me on his heels and with his cock press- ing into my lower leg. He put his hands on my hips to steady himself and then tilted his head back. "Now, just put the cream in your hand, and then smooth it over my face...everywhere but where my mustache is." When I was through, he just stayed there looking up at me and smiling. There was no sign of the serious scowl usually planted on his face. "Damn, you're gonna drive them girls crazy as you grow up. You got the best of both your mom and your daddy." I didn't understand what he was talking about because I was rather short, skinny, and awkward, Dad was also short, but solid, and athe- letic while Mom was blonde and looked like she could be in the Sears cata- log. I was blond, but my hair never "behaved," and I had "fat" squinty eyes that everyone called "puppydog eyes." I didn't see how I got the best of anything from the two. He swatted me on the butt after he'd shown me how to use the razor, and sent me off saying he had to get dressed and I needed to get back before I worried Mom and Dad. Before I trotted off, though, he explained you should never talk about what you did in the bathroom. You shouldn't ever talk about peeing, crapping, or anything else you did in the bathroom, including him teaching me how to shave or us helping each other out with peeing. I couldn't stop watching him the rest of the weekend, seeing him in a new way. He was suddenly incredibly handsome to me. In his cowboy hat and boots...sleeveless denimn shirt open to the waist...and jeans that hung loose at the hips but did nothing to conceal the huge cock hanging down one leg. I also loved his incredibly broad shoulders topping his rangy frame and the loose way his long tightly-muscled arms swung so solidly from them. One night all the men were sitting around the fire, drinking beer and telling stories. I was sitting directly across from Uncle Wes, staring at him in fascination. He was slouched back in a lawn chair, shirt now completely open. His chest and stomach looked like they were solid hair in the dim firelight. The other men's bellies rounded as they sat, but Uncle Wes' caved inward in a series of tight ripples. His long legs kicked out widely apart in front of him looking like they were twice as long as they really were. And, that thick slab of meat hung down the inside of his leg over his balls, the clearly defined head drooping a few inches down past the inseam and toward the seat of the chair. When I glanced up, his eyes were pinned to mine as he tipped back his beer without breaking eye contact. Something in that look on his face sent a shiver up my spine. It wasn't until a year or so later that I realized my fascination was actually an attraction. At the time, though, I didn't know what to make of what was going on inside me when I looked at him. We had a lot of contact over the next couple of years as our houses were both in the same small town and not too far apart. It was Uncle Wes that'd rubbed cool mud and sand on my legs when I'd gotten stung by a jellyfish during a trip to the beach. His cock pressed against my leg through the small square cut spandex swimsuit Aunt LeeAnn had insisted he wear, rough hands grazing the bottom of my balls and ass along the way. It was Uncle Wes that'd taught me how to two-step in the garage when I'd asked to learn as neither Mom nor Dad knew how. Once again, that thick snake in his pants pressed against my leg as he showed me the steps and how to maneuver another person around. I loved feeling it hard- en and flex against me as we moved, and wondered if he could feel mine doing the same thing. I also loved having my head close to his chest to smell his drugstore aftershave and rich manly scent wafting subtly from under his strong arms. It was Uncle Wes that took me to the YMCA and taught me how to work out so I could do it myself in the gym at school. It was the first time I saw him in shorts...loose cut off sweats that let his cock flop heavily as he walked. When he would spot me on the weight bench, I would look up the leg of those shorts to see it and his weighty balls dangling palely from the lush eruption of dark hair that surrounded it all. By the time I was seventeen I'd developed a desperate crush on him both sexually and emotionally. Since he and Aunt LeeAnn had no children as yet, I figured he was just enjoying having kind of a part-time son...but, nothing more than that. He was probably just so comfortable with me that he took no notice of his cock pressing against me or hanging above my face. He never seemed to notice...never mentioned nor even joked about it. It was about that time when he quit welding and opened a little barbeque place on the outskirts of town. It was also shortly before Aunt LeeAnn got tired of "always smelling like smoke and ribs" and refused to help him with the venture any longer. When he asked me if I'd like to come work for him in her place, I jumped at the chance immediately. He needed the help especially because Aunt LeeAnn had weaseled out right in the middle of him running the place and building on an office...complete with a bathroom, tub, TV, and fold-out couch for those weekends where work ran late and the place had to be opened early the next day. It was only the beginning of summer, but I was already dreading fall and the start of school. I loved Uncle Wes teaching me how to fill and serve the plates, clean at the end of the day, and how to help him with the construction of his office. I also loved watching his body and the warm comraderie that developed quickly between us. He worked in his old cowboy hat, wife- beater, wide cowboy belt, wrangler jeans, and beat-up old cowboy boots. Something about the dark damp hair exploding from under his armpits was somehow especially exciting and a bit obscene in my mind. The tight roped muscle of his broad shoulders and arms becoming densely furred below the elbows glistened and ran with sweat each evening as we worked. The sight of the thin cotton of his wife-beater clinging to the whirls of dark hard and angular muscle underneath was as much a constant distraction as the mas- sive rubbbery cock snaking down the left leg of his jeans ever day. He teased me about this or that as I did him. I took to calling him "Boss," while he nicknamed me "Junior." With the barbeque pits out back, the kitchen was small and left us both constantly squeezing past each other. I quickly learned to keep the hand that would be next to him hanging down so I could brush it across the thick fleshy tube of meat hanging be- tween his thighs. After about a week and a half, I began to also press my hand into that long fat cock and could swear I felt it flex each time I did. Each day, it would only take a few times of brushing past him, pressing my hand into his cock and feeling it flex, before his huge meat would tent out the leg of his jeans off and on for the rest of the night. We both pretended none of it ever happened. We made no jokes, and simply acted as if neither of us was aware of what the other was doing. One night after we closed and cleaned up, we sat down in the small dining room that housed only four tables for customers. We did this every night with him downing two or three beers while I polished off a tall glass of cola. This night, though, he handed me a beer when he sat down. He said he had a few things to talk to me about and figured I deserved a beer every much as he did with all the work I did for him. He began his talk that night with saying how great business was going and that the office was coming along great as well. He was thinking about closing after the lunch hour on Monday's and Tuesdays, and using the afternoons to finish the office and add a porch/patio in front for an additional six tables. With doing that, he was thinking we might go ahead and build a small private one on back to make the office more like a combined office and apartment. Then, he hit me with the big news. He got up for another beer and then leaned back against the serving counter instead of coming back to his chair. He crossed his long legs, flashing out the outline of his cock from under his faded jeans in high relief. Then, he tipped back his cap and folded long arms over his chest as a serious look took over his handsome mustached face. He'd talked it over with Aunt LeeAnn, and decided to offer me twenty-five percent interest in the business rather than weekly pay. I wouild make a lot more money and be able to take it over when Uncle Wes might decide to retire. "So, how d'ya think that'd sit with ya, Arley?" I sat in stunned silence before recovering my voice, "Oh, wow, Uncle Wes, that's...that's awesome!!! Yes!!!" "Well then, come gimme a hug t' cement the deal!" I jumped up and all but ran to him, throwing my arms around his waist. Stetson soap, aftershave, and the strong male scent of sweat from a hard-working hairy man filled my nose and lungs at the same time as his tall muscled physique and thick cock pressed into me. It felt so close and intimate, I almost reached up to kiss him. "Guess I'll have t' start callin' ya, "Boss Jr.' now." He chuckled deeply. The warmth of his deep bass voice and drawl even thicker than my own left my body heating up in response. His hands roamed over my back and I shifted my weight from one foot to the other just to have an excuse to grind myself against his hefty meat. As he had a number of times already that day, that long fat snake began to harden once more. "You finish your celebration beer?" Having completely forgotten about it, I jerked back, and spun around to go retrieve it. In the process, I knocked the beer in his left hand all over him as his arms released their hold on my back. I whipped back around at the sound of his sharp intake of breath and saw wet spreading across his shirt and the front of his jeans. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry, Uncle Wes..." He looked up slowly from his shirt to me, and grinned from under the brim of his hat just as he said, "Oh, don't worry about it, 'Boss Jr.' " And then, he tipped his beer can upside down over me before I had a chance to back away. What was left in the can poured down the front of me as it had him. "Now, we're even, son." He laughed and grabbed me in another big hug. Then, he pulled away leaving one arm around my shoulders and guided me back through the kitchen into the office. "We'll call your mom n' Dad...let 'em know you're stayin' here t'night...n' the go rinse these clothes off in the creek out back." He called my parents and Aunt LeeAnn, laughingly telling both we'd had a lil' playful mishap in which no one was hurt but was going to leave us both staying the night there. Afterward, he tossed his hat in the corner along with his belt after sliding it from his waist. Then, he asked me to pull off his boots as he dumped himself onto the couch and pulled out his tobacco and pipe. I knelt on the floor at his feet and grabbed the right one as he offered it. He lit his pipe and leaned back with a deep sigh. While I pulled and worked the heel and toe forward and back to ease it off his big foot, my eyes were glued to the thick cock snaking down his left leg. When the right finally came off, I switched to the left without losing eye contact with the outline of his meat under his jeans. Halfway through working his boot off, I looked up to find his eyes staring lazily down into my own. He had to have seen that they'd been riveted to his long fat cock. I forgot about his boot and knelt there in mid-pull studying his handsome face. The tanned skin of his face and bald head made his fea- tures dark and harsh through the smoke of his pipe. Strong brows pushed forward over deep-set eyes and housed thick bushy black eyebrows that arched dramatically as if constantly looking down arrogantly at those around him. A straight prominent nose bisected high chiseled cheekbones that looked as if they were carved from brown rock. His handle-bar mustache draped over thick full lips that were barely visible before travelling halfway down his neck on each side of a jutting lantern jaw. "Jr...." His voice was lower than before, thicker than before, and more gravelly than before. "Oh yeah, sorry." I went back to work, glancing back up at his cock just in time to see it flex and move a half an inch across his thigh. His boot came off and I fell backward this time with a thud. Uncle Wes just chuckled and stretched. His long arms reached over his head as his legs struck out rigidly in front of him and his cock strained the leg of his jeans. "Ahhhhhhh.... Okay, sport, let's get down to the creek n' get cleaned up." He hauled his long 6'7" frame from the couch and pulled off his socks while I sat in the floor removing my own shoes and socks. We walked down a narrow path to a creek I'd known was there but had never seen. Uncle Wes pulled his shirt over his head, then bent over to place it in the water with a rock to hold it down in the current. I followed his lead and then straightened up to find him pulling his jeans from his legs. Again, I did the same as him and weighted them down in the water. I rose up to find him standing there, hands on his hips and star- ing up at the sky. "Sure is purty out here...." "Yeah." I answered, my gaze frozen on the nine or so inches of fat, sleek, beautiful cock arching outward from the thick forest of black hair framing that huge meat and its low-hanging lemon-sized balls. I tore my eyes away momentarily to take in his handsome face and fit tanned tall hairy body in the moonlight. They zeroed right back in on the huge slab of meat hanging heavily in the air in front of him, though. My own prick rose to half mast and threatened to keep on going. He quickly turned his head to look at me as I jerked my eyes guiltily up to his face. "We both forgot soap n' towels, sport." He grinned. "Let's jus' leave these here t' rinse n' go shower in the office. How 'bout it?" "Sure!" "Good answer." He moved toward me, wrapped a long furry arm across my smooth shoulders, and pulled me against him as we walked naked back down the path. "You can jump in first. Plenty of hot water, s' take your time. No hurry, Boss Jr." I grinned and stepped into the bathroom to turn on the water. I realized for the first time that there was no door on the room. Not that it mattered, really. I'd just hoped to get to beat off to help keep my hardon from giving my attraction to my handsome cowboy uncle away. I quickly noticed something else. The shower "curtain" was only a completely clear liner. I stepped in and lazed under the warm spray as tired muscles from working all day began to relax. When I began to soap up, it was with the Stetson soap I'd noticed several days before. Smelling that part of his scent covering my body made my prick begin to harden again left me regret- ting that I had to rinse it off. I did, though, and then began to look around the room through the curtain for a towel before shutting off the water. That's when I saw him. In the medicine cabinet mirror, I could see the wall mostly. On one side, though, allowed me to see a few inches past the doorway. Uncle Wes stood there peering just around the corner as I began to pretend to continue rinsing off. The mirror revealed only part of his body, but enough to see him stroking his huge stiff cock slowly and lightly. His big hand cup- ped the underside and slid up and down its length. The head was long, thick, and dark purple. It sloped down from the wide blunt tip to a flaring ridge that stood out from the already thick shaft. It was shiny in the light from above the sink, and I could see his hand, shaft, and the head of his cock getting shinier and slicker as he stroked. Soon, his balls were becoming wet and shiny as well. I turned toward the wall when I realized my own cock had gone to full fledged flagpole status. I wondered why I felt embarassed, but there was no quick answer. How was I going to get out of this? I wanted to keep watching him and for him to watch me, but I felt as if I was going to shoot off if this continued. That might give away that I knew he was watching me. I made a decision. "Uncle Wes? Where are the towels?" I bent over to turn off the water. "Here ya go." A towel dropped onto the lid of the toilet, but I didn't see him come into or leave the room. I dried off slowly to give him time to let his hard cock go down, and then wrapped the towel around my waist and exitted the bathroom. He was pulling the sleeper sofa out into a bed when I came in. He straightened, his cock still half hard and shiny with ball juice, "Finish settin' up for me, would'ja, sport? N,' grab us a couple fresh beers while I'm in the shower." Then, he whipped the towel from my waist. "Only got one, so this'n's mine now, Boss Jr." With a quick grin, he stepped into the bathroom and turned on the spray. I made the bed, grabbed the beers, and put one on each table flanking the sofa bed. Remembering Uncle Wes watching me shower, I snuck over to the doorway...careful to make sure I couldn't see him in the mirror to make sure he couldn't see me. He was whistling a country and western song as he soaped up. I loved watching his hands circling through all that dense black hair on his body. His cock swung back and forth heavily with his movements, some- times slapping his thights audibly in the process. I moved closer when he tipped his head down and watched himself soap up his crotch. I leaned against the doorframe as his hands slid around and over his balls...pulling them forward so they pressed outward against their hairy sack. I watched as his cock thickened but stayed the same length, swelling until three thick veins rippled out across his nine inches of fat cock. His hands slid over it, around it...sliding smoothly as if polishing that beautiful slab of cowboy cock. Soon, one hand fisted around it, more than a couple inches of space separated the thumb and index finger of his big hand from meeting around its girth. He stroked it slowly, twisting his fist along his fat length and tilting his head back to show only his neck and the wide mustache growing down it. I suddenly realized he might be able to look down his nose through slitted eyelids to see me in the mirror! I jerked back and walked over to pop the tabs on each beer. The water was shut off almost immediately and I heard the shower curtain being swept to the side. I jumped onto the bed and under the thin single sheet quickly to hide my own rigid peter. While average in length and definitely thick, Uncle Wes' cock dwarfed mine hands down. I didn't feel embarassed about that, I just didn't want to get caught in that state again. "Watch TV?" He asked, coming out of the bathroom with the towel around his waist and grabbing his beer. "Sure." He picked up the remote and tossed it to me before plopping himself down on the bed. "Your pick." I turned on the set and paged through channels until I came to a sitcome. "Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me!" He exclaimed good-naturedly and pulled me against him to ruffle my hair. "Nah, it's fine...prob'ly won't stay awake much longer. Nine t' nine is a pretty long day for both of us, sport." I stayed where I was...one leg over his, one arm down his side and my front where they pressed together, the other across his waist, and my head nestled in the thick hair of his chest. Soon his breathing deepened and became regular. I slowly lowered the volume on the TV until it was completely muted, and then turned the whole thing off. The moonlight from the one window cast a faint light into the room. Uncle Wes had come from the bathroom with the towel clasp to- gether at the center of his waist instead of the side. When he'd dropped down onto the bed, the slit had opened up almost all the way to his waist. I was sure he hadn't realized it, and I'd been unable to take in the view of his exposed heavy equipment while he'd been awake. Now, though, I slowly lifted myself up from him. I stared in fascination at the thick patterns and swirls of hair coating the angular muscles of his chest and rippled stomach. I couldn't help it, I took the hand that'd been across his waist and lightly grazed my fingers down the extra thick path of hair going down the middle of his chest and continuing down the center of his stomach. I thought it was beautiful and incredibly sexy. I saw movement below and realized his cock had flexed and stretched as my fingers had trailed down his body. I reached further down and brushed the palm of my hand across the top of the thick thatch of curling black hair above his cock. It felt soft, thick, and sexy...the towel had been spread open far enough to reveal Uncle Wes' crotch in all it's impressive glory. I reached further down and stroked the sides of his balls where they lay against his thighs, the hair there made doubly thick by combining that of his ball sack with that of his hairy legs. I was in heaven. Then, they rolled upwards and his cock flexed again...rising up and then falling back down heavily over his thigh in my direction. I slid my fingers across the underside just like I'd done years ago on the camping trip. His cock thickened, the piss slit opened and a thick whitish fluid drooled out, and his shaft rose up above his thigh to sway in the air without coming back to rest on his leg this time. I stared at his fat cockhead as the piss slit gaped again and more whitish syrup dribbled out and slid down the head to form a thick droplet at the ridge. I had to taste it. I don't know where the idea come from, but I was dying to do it nonetheless. I slowly and gently eased myself down the bed and his body until my face was level with the juicy head of that massive cock. My tongue just wouldn't do. I now wanted to taste Uncle Wes' cock as well as that thick ball-syrup drooling from the wide cockhead of it. I opened my lips as wide as they would go and slipped them over the head without touching the sides of it. When I closed my mouth over it, sucked against the broad ex- panse of spongy flesh, and swiped my tongue over it...I tasted the rich, salty, and mild flavor of his precum just as his cock jerked in my mouth and a thick stream of it poured inside. "Ahhhh.......ummmm...." Came from above me as Uncle Wes' thighs spread wider and the hand on the other side of him from me dropped down to grip the base of his cock in his sleep. His hips began moving ever so slightly...forward and back...gen- tly moving the head and an inch of thick hard shaft in and out of my mouth. Oh god...I was sucking my uncle's cock! And......he was pushing more in! His cock tasted clean but meaty, like some unseasoned roasted white meat. Most of the flavor came from the flow of precum that pushed out of the thick head of his horsedick on every few strokes. He got to where he was sliding about six inches in and out of my mouth. I don't know when he moved it there, but I realized at one point that the other hand from the one gripping the base of his cock was now on the back of my head. One big hand guided his huge uncle-meat in and out of my mouth, while the other encouraged me to take more and more. I was getting so hot I almost didn't care whether he woke up any more. I reached one hand up to caress his hairy chest and brush his nipples over and over while I sunk the other down between his legs to stroke his balls and the incredibly hairy trail from them to his ass. Soon, he was moving his fat cock hurriedly in and out of my mouth. The precum now flowed continuously and I could see him, even in the dim light, curling and uncurling his toes as he fucked his cock in and out of my face. The hand on the back of my head tightened and his legs straight- ened out rigidly toward the foot of the bed as all movement in his crotch came to a complete stop. Uncle Wes wasn't breathing or moving. "Aghhhhh...." Broke the silence as his hulking cock jerked in my mouth and a flood of thick white-hot come spewed into my mouth. His fat meat bathed my tongue, the inside of my cheeks, and the roof of my mouth in thick salty adult cum. Uncle Wes' cum instantly became the best thing I'd ever tasted and I couldn't get enough. That was good, because another huge jet of cum blasted into my mouth immediately after the last. Though one big hand held me in place, wild horses couldn't have pulled me off that hot massive and spewing cock. I wanted everything he had to give, and BOY did he give it!!! Thick blast after thick blast flooded my mouth and was swallowed down into my belly. After a bit, Uncle Wes began fucking my face again while he continued cumming. Over and over he shot off, and then forced his cum down my throat with the mighty head of his humongous cock. He would hit the back of my throat as another gallon of cum erupted from his wicked meat, then shove his cock down into my throat to deliver another huge dose of my uncle's cum into my belly. Even as he slowed down, both fucking my face and spewing cum into me, I kept on sucking his fat meat like a starving calf. I didn't want this to ever end. Sucking Uncle Wes' monster cock till it came in me like he would never stop was the most incredible experience I'd ever had. When his hands dropped to his sides and his cock began to lose its hardness, I reached for the shaft with both hands. I stroked and caressed his fat length until he was completely flaccid...noting there was no change in length and only a small change in impressive thickness. At some point, gripping his colossal shaft like a selfish child and nursing the fat head of his trouser python, I drifted off to sleep. Even the thought of Uncle Wes waking up and catching me like that wasn't enough to force me off that beauty of a cock. Hours later I woke needing to piss. Uncle Wes's cock was still laying in my mouth and hands. I gently disengaged myself to keep from waking him up and found my dick, my balls, his ankle, and his foot covered in my cum. I didn't even remember cumming. I was so wrapped up in sucking his big amazing cock, I didn't know at what point it happened. I went into the bathroom, pissed, and grabbed some toilet paper before going back to clean his foot and ankle. As I did, I looked up at him lying there with one hand over the top of his head and the other across his flat hairy stomach. His cock laid across one hip up toward his waist. 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