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Turning sleepily onto my back, I was laid entirely bare before my handsome uncle. However, I found as I opened my eyes to find his face covered while he toweled his wet hair, Uncle Russ stood with his long, strong, hairy body com- pletely bared to me. My mind jumped fully awake as my eyes fell to the heavy swinging fat cock flopping from side to side as he dried his hair. In instant later, I jerked my eyes back up as he dropped the towel to swab it across his naked chest and down to run it around the hefty equipment hanging low between his hair thighs widened with athletic muscle. The damp towel came flying at my face as Uncle Russ exited the room calling back with, "Breakfast in ten, so ya have that long t' take a shower, buddy." After a hurried shower, I knotted the towel he'd thrown at me earlier and headed down the hall to find two plates of scrambled eggs, ham, bacon, and toast on the table. The words, "Hey...that my towel?" jerked my head in the direction to find Uncle Russ looking back over his shoulder at me from the stove. There he stood, still nothing on his tall promising body but the thick coppery wool flecked with silver covering his skin from neck to feet. With a devilish glint in his small squinty eyes, he turned and took sev- eral quick long strides toward me and spun my body around by yanking the towel from my waist before turning to walk halfway back to the stove. He stopped, turned, and threw the towel back at me. "Just kiddin'." He turned and walked back to whatever he was doing at the stove with his back to me as he continued, "No reason t' cover up. You're a goodlookin' young man, Tommy, damned good lookin.' Sure as hell don't got nothin' t' be ashamed of." I stared back at my Uncle Russ, entranced by the sight of him naked in full light for the first time. Shaggy reddish gold hair fell down to just a half inch down his neck before the shaved area burst out with the dense copper and silver coarse curls that halo'ed over his body down to his sturdy size fourteen bare feet. I watched as he shifted his weight and his firm sqare masculine ass flexed left then right. I took in his wide calves, thighs, back, and shoulders. Even without seeing Uncle Russ' strikingly masculine bearded face, I felt as if I was looking at the most handsome man I'd ever seen and would ever see. I sat down quickly when he turned and strode toward the table before setting a plate of two slices of french toast along side syrup and butter. He dropped himself heavily into the chair beside me before picking up his cup of coffee, taking a deep swallow, then set the cup down and swung his chair around until long thick hairy legs spilled out to my side as he slouch- ed down comfortably in the seat. "So...how'd ya sleep?" He asked gruffly with a slight hint of mischief in his deep rumbling voice. He grabbed a piece of bacon and bit off the end to chew it as he looked at me in a way that seemed somehow cocky and knowing...yet, also deceptively innocent and simply conversational. "Great." Hell, why didn't I just say 'fine'? "Good." He turned his face to his plate and reached for his toast with one hand while the other reached thick strong fingers down to nudge and flop his heavy cumbersome cock and balls around as if casually drying or airing them out. "I thought I'd take you out with me to our work sites, visit your Aunt Ginny for lunch and give your mom a chance to come home..shower... and change, then show ya some of the Lake Charles sites before grabbin' dinner and comin' home. How's that sound?" "Awesome!" I said a bit too quickly. But, I really was interested in what Uncle Russ did for a living. I knew he had a landscaping company. But, what all that meant in what he did every day was something I couldn't begin to imagine. "Well then, finish up n' let's get a move on." He responded matter of factly before turning his chair and sliding those long hairy legs as well as the big bloated looking cock and balls hanging heavy and low in between them under the table and out of my view as we finished the breakfast he'd quickly thrown together. As we were finishing, "How 'bout you rinse off the dishes n' just leave 'em in the sink and put the butter in the fridge...then, get dressed t' head out?" "Sure." I responded as Uncle Russ pushed his chair back and hauled his tall hairy-covered muscular physique up until he towered over me as I stood up as well. I followed his broad back and shoulders as well as the rise and fall of each square wooly and muscled asscheek as he sauntered out of the dining room and down the hall toward his bedroom. Finishing with the dishes and butter, I headed to my room to find a pair of my jeans cut into shorts about mid thigh...shorter than the knee length most of my friends and I wore, but not embarrassingly short. The wife-beater t-shirt he'd leant me the night before was thrown across them in a clear statement that was what I should wear. I pulled on briefs, socks, the shorts, and wife-beater undershirt only to find he'd also sliced the outter seam vertically up about three inches. It was no big deal, just something I noticed. I got up and went to his door as I noticed him in the bathroom comb- ing his hair. Putting the comb down, he turned...flicked off the light...and began striding toward me. Holy crap! He was in all white...white tennis shoes with no socks, a ragged white t-shirt that hugged his rugged frame, and thin white cotton sweat pants that had been cut into shorts with the outter seam cut just like he'd done to my jeans. The 'holy crap' thought that'd speared my brain, though, was because I could clearly see the obvious outline and distinct details of Uncle Russ' heavy bare cock swinging long, thick, and low inside those threadbare shorts. Even his big prominent balls made themselves known occasionally under the thin material as he moved in my direction. He stopped just in front of me as my nearly hypnotized eyes slowly traveled up his strong chest and my face tilted back to look up at his face from his much smaller height below him. "We'll get'cha another pair of jeans t'day or t'morrow. You'd'a been miserable in the Louisiana heat if you'd spent the day in long pants. Ready t' go?" "Yeah." I answered rather weakly, still running the memory of Uncle Russ walking toward me with that massive baseball bat meat of his swinging powerfully under his shorts repeatedly through my mind. He plopped a faded ball cap on my head and pulled another onto his own and then down low over his eyes. I'd been so focused on his thick flop- ping meat, I had barely noticed him pick them up before leaving the bathroom. I rode beside him in his big three-quarter ton diesel truck as we went from work site to work site. I felt so proud beside the big man as he checked the work being done, issued orders, and found easy resolutions for problems some of the crews had encountered. At each site the foremen and workers treated him with both great respect and comradery...as well as cast glances at the obvious display of heavy tools swinging thickly under his soft shorts. At noon, we went to visit Aunt Ginny and give Mom a break to run home, shower, and change. While were there, I heard Aunt Ginny whisper, "You out of underwear, hon'?" and the response, "Yeah, but I don't wanna try that whole washin' clothes thing again n' have 'em all turn out gray or pink or somethin' even worse." Mom was only gone about an hour before she came back freshly showered and changed with lunch from a restaurant across the street. Uncle Russ and I headed back out, picked up drive-thru sandwiches, and headed back out to visit the rest of his work sites. When we got back in the truck, though, the action of climbing in caused his thick cock and big balls to slide all the way into the left leg of his shorts. When he'd settled into his seat and leaned out to pull the door closed, the material of the left leg of his shorts rolled up. The action left about four in- ches of fat impressive cock hanging out of the leg of those shorts to where the broad bullet-shaped head grazed the seat below from its path of arching over his plum-sized balls and then downward toward the floor. Uncle Russ seemed unaware his fat meat was out on display. How could he not know, though?! Still, he seemed completely and honestly ob- livious the exposed state of his beautiful masculine cock. When we pulled up to the drive-thru window to pay and get the food, I was able to stare in rapt amazement while his attention was directed out the window. Two more inches of fat cock had slid free along with both balls now rolled out heavily onto the driver's seat. As he leaned out to take his change and the first two bags, even more of Uncle Russ' thick solid male equipment slid free and bunched the leg of his shorts further toward his crotch. Handing them to me, he turned and reached back out for the bag of drinks. The movement bunched the left leg of Uncle Russ' shorts almost all the way to the base of his big thick cock and left his entire fat horse-meat and hairy bull-balls exposed to the open air and my appreciative hungry stares. Facing forward he put the big loud truck in gear and pulled away be- ginning to explain the next place we were going was one where they hadn't yet begun work. It was a small hotel resort on the freeway going out of town. All the rennovations had been done, and only the landscaping was needed for the new owners to open for business. As such, we'd be the only ones there and able to eat lunch outside by the pool without anyone else around. The city ended and we drove by miles of trees before coming to the resort blocked off by a chain link fence. Uncle Russ pulled up and we got out to go inside. As we both rounded the front of the truck, I saw the leg of Uncle Russ' shorts had slipped back down a bit...but, still left half his formidable fat cock and most of his big low balls out in the open. He produced a key, unlocked the padlock, let us in, and then re-locked the padlock to secure the gate closed again. The "resort" seemed to be four rows of rooms set in a large square shape with two breezeways on each side where the outside rows adjoined the middle ones. Uncle Russ lead me down one and into an large interior courtyard with a sparkling blue pool and a closed bar and grill at the far end, the left leg of his shorts slipping further down as he walked. We walked over to one of a number of umbrella'ed patio tables and sat down to eat while Uncle Russ explained what he had planned for each area of the entrance and courtyard. Through all his detailed explanations, I kept using looking at my sand- wich to look past it and through the scrollwork of the table top to where my much older, taller, stronger, and hairier uncle's fat cock and big balls peeked out from the hem of his sweat shorts. Finished, we got up to leave. Uncle Russ gathered the bags and walked to a trash bin behind us toward the closed bar and grill. As he walk- ed back with his eyes toward the ground as if thinking something through, I was once again able to openly admire every hot rugged trait of his hand- some physique. Jostling heavily between his strong wide hairy thighs, Uncle Russ' thick cumbersome cock and balls strained and bulged through the thin cotton to show every curve, relaxed fold of skin, ridge, and fat length of his prominent cock while his big balls threatened to roll the leg of his shorts up with every step forward of his left leg. As that leg drew back and the right stepped forward, that whole massive package of heavy-duty adult male meat bounced and flung itself athletically against the leg of his shorts. The overall effect was one even more exciting and outrageously porn- ographic than even seeing Uncle Russ' colossal mature meat fully bared. More job sites and envious appreciative glancces from workers and foremen alike ensued as if it were a shock to find the man they worked with every day had been so impressively blessed in the cock and balls department. Twice, he sat down on a pallet of bricks and a stack of lumber an- other while he talked with a foremen standing beside him...both of them viewing blueprints and looking at the jobsite. From my vantage point further away and in front of the two each time, that left leg of his shorts sagged and gaped widely to give me an almost full view of Uncle Russ' long fat cock laying like a resting beast over big hairy balls somewhere between the size of meaty plums or lemons. I stared. I got caught repeatedly. I felt embarrassed each time my peripheral vision noted my hand- some hairy muscular uncle's eyes move to and linger on my face. Yet, I found myself unable to pull my eyes from the shockingly erotic sight of his thick adult equipment almost completely exposed with his heavy meat drag- ging the leg of those thin shorts wide open. The Louisiana heat and humidity only added to intense masculinity that hung about Uncle Russ in a way that made it clear he was head and shoulders above most men. Sweat dampened his skin and made the light play on his muscles as he moved and worked leaving the strength in them all the more intimidating and impressive. His hair became shaggy spikes over his forehead, around his ears, and at his neck. Wide sweat-wet stains spread across his back, the center of his wide chest, and under his powerful arms. The dense pelt of wiry curls coating his arms and legs became wet and clung to his tanned skin. The thick heavy cock and balls fully exposed and dragging the leg of his shorts down between his strong thighs glistened...sweaty...damp...wet. I stared in fascination at tiny droplets of sweat hanging in the dense tangle of curly hair thatching those big balls and another larger single drop forming at the beautiful thick broad cock head that looked like precum slowly oozing from deep meaty slit bisecting the wide expanse of bulky dark pink flesh. I felt that now familiar tingle at the base of my prick that had been painfully hard constantaly since the morning. I had to turn away and think of getting caught jacking off by mother to stop the cum threatening to race up my rigid teenage shaft and blast into my briefs. Soon, we headed back to Leonard's Food Quarters again with me about to explode from the sexual tension straining every muscle in my body and every thought in my head. Walking into the friendly and cozy eatery, appreciative glances from both men and women took in his handsome bearded face...tall strong atheletic physique, and oversized cock and balls flopping heavily inside his thin white shorts. Just as we got ready to sit at a table, Uncle Russ announced with an- noyance he'd forgotten his wallet in the truck while he turned and half- walked half-jogged back out and returned in the same hurried stride. Under those extremely revealing shorts, his crotch looked as if it held three forest animals in an energetic game of chase. Appreciative glances turned to stares from eyes heated with hunger from, not only the women in the restaurant, but from a good number of the men as well. I wondered mostly about the men in the room. Did they look at Uncle Russ with the same thoughts going through my own head? Where they imag- ining uncovering the wealth of fat cock and big balls under those shorts? Were their minds racing with thoughts of hefting all that heavy meat in their hands and feeling the thick girth and fleshy weight filling their grasp? Were they going further and fantasizing about that fat weighty cock forcing their mouths open and lips wide as it pressed inside? Or, even further...could they be pondering that huge cock shoving their own adult assholes aside and plunging into the depths of their bodies? The stares contined even after he sat down at the table and through- out the meal. It seemed as if very few people left while we ate, lingering in- stead over drawn out cups of coffee until we rose and stares locked on Uncle Russ' meat-packed shorts followed us to the door. Not once during the whole day, though, did Uncle Russ seem to no- tice the affect of his body on others...except for him catching my eyes study- ing his wonderful body intently at every turn, that is. Back at the house, I followed him inside. Closed up all day, the house was even hotter and more humid than it was outside. Over his shoulder, Uncle Russ asked me to lock the door. Turning from doing that, I found him facing the other direction drop- ping his wallet and cell phone on the kitchen counter. Swiping his ball cap off and dropping it beside them, he skinned his tight t-shirt from his strong torso as his muscular back and shoulders became bared along with the cop- per and silver fleece coating it all. Slapping his cap back onto his head, he reached for his cell phone after the first ring. Turning with a look that was part slightly annoyed and part apologe- tic, he offered, "Sorry, buster, this may take a while." "Sheila, what can I do for you?" He spoke into the phone with an en- ergy and friendliness not at all matching the scowl on his face. Uncle Russ walked to the far end of the kitchen and turned to face me as he leaned back against the stove and listened to the woman on the other end of the conversation. The discussion seemed to be all about her wanting some kind of trees in her landscaping Uncle Russ did his best to steer her away from and to a type better suited for the weather environment. He folded his arms over his chest after settling the small phone bet- ween one muscle-rounded shoulder and his ear. Legs braced wide and eyes on the floor as he talked, I found myself once again able to freely ad- mire my tall uncle's strong hairy physique. I loved his bare feet shoved into those big beat-up tennis shoes, and the thick hairy legs rising above them. His overpacked crotch thrilled every pathway in my mind and body as I took in the clearly defined long fat length of the powerful cock thrusting outward from underneath in the same way as his balls made his shorts look as if they hadn't been designed to contain that much male meat. Biceps, triceps, shoulders, and pecs stood out strong and impres- sive as he talked on the phone with his shaggy hair falling over his forehead and the big man's beard tangled with the hair on his chest because of the downward tilt of his handsome face. Other than Uncle Russ' huge meaty cock and balls, two things mystified and entranced me above everything else. One was his rounded stomach, the first hint of a beer gut. He never attempted to suck it in...to hide it. It was if it never occurred to him to think or worry about his body. At my age while I worried about how I looked all the time. The easy and almost cocky confidence about Uncle Russ not car- ing about that little extra weight at his midsection filled me with both admir- ation and envy. To have such a great body in all other areas, that slightly rounded 'teddybear' tummy made him stand out among other men and left me wanting to touch his body every time he was near. The other thing that aroused a deep reaction and desire that I didn't understand was the way his watch sat around his thick wrist amost buried in the thick curling hair that exploded over it from each side. For some reason, the sight of that watch on his arm seemed incredibly masculine, rugged, and fascinating. It set off the thick hair and strong rippling muscle of that arm. On other guys, both young and old, it was just a useful piece of common jewelry. On Uncle Russ, it seemed more like a sublte banner of prowling... almost neanderthal...raw, virile, and bold masculinity. "So, we're good t' go?" Uncle Russ' voice pulled me out of my silent contemplation of his tall, hot, and sexy form as I looked up quickly to find him grinning at me with amusement. I hoped that amusement was over get- ting this 'Sheila' to agree with him, and not over catching me taking in his long hairy muscular physique like the work of art it truly was. "All Mountain Laurels and no Crepe Myrtles?" He paused before speaking again as the woman responded. "Great, that's my girl, and it's a wise decision. Well alright, Sheila, I'll leave the order as is and start puttin' 'em in the ground as soon as they arrive." Eyes twinkling with roguish self-satisfaction stayed locked on mine as he ended the conversation. "Perfect, darlin,' I'll talk to ya soon." With that, Uncle Russ uncrossed his arms and reached to snap his phone closed while pushing his strong hairy body up to its full towering height and forward away from the stove where he'd been leaning back during the call. "Women...always changin' their minds. I like it sometimes, though." He set his phone down and opened a cabinet to pull out a bottle of bourbon along with a short glass. "Sometimes they come up with good ideas that wouldn't have occurred to me." He filled the glass halfway. "Well, I'm ready t' relax n' get off my feet...but, not ready for sleep yet. How's watchin' a movie sound, buster?" "Sounds good." I answered with nervous excitement tugging at the in- side of my stomach as I watched his hairy muscular torso curve up and back and Uncle Russ move the glass to lips hidden inside his bushy copper mus- tache and beard. Eyes dropping closed while the liquor slid down his long muscled throat, Uncle Russ offered, "Well, grab somethin' t' drink n' let's see what we got." I moved past him to the fridge and pulled out a can of soda without paying any attention whatsoever as to what flavor I'd chosen. He took another drink from his glass and then refilled it before put- ting the bottle back in the cabinet and leading the way out of the kitchen. He turned down the hallway, though, instead of heading into the living room. Uncle Russ passed the air conditioner thermostat and turned into the room he shared with Aunt Ginny. I followed him in with my mind becoming fuzzy with the idea of watching a movie with him in his bed. He stopped and moved a sliding light switch up until a soft golden glow filled the room. "Okay, let's see what we've got." He moved to a big entertainment center housing a forty-two inch tv along with a lot of other electronics and dvd's. He grabbed a stack and started going through them. We settled on one he'd seen before, but I hadn't. Actually, I couldn't have cared less about what movie we watched. He turned everything on and inserted the dvd. "Damn, it's hot." He mumbled and reached for a switch beside the sliding dimmer he'd used before to flick the ceiling fan above the bed to life. "Might as well get comfortable, Tommy..." He moved to a window on the wall to the side of the big bed and opened it before turning. "Louisian heat...it's gonna be a while before the night cools down." I'd been about to wonder about why the air conditioner was off tonight while it'd been on the night before when I felt the breath leave my chest and my vision became a spotlight tunnel focused on Uncle Russ kicking off his tennis shoes and shoving his shorts down his long strong hairy legs. I felt paralyzed and numb. The cedar scent of sweaty hair and skin that had followed him all day long now mixed with one deeper and richer and musky with a proud macho declaration of oversized stud cock and hairy balls more suited for an adult bull than an adult man. "Shuck your clothes, chief...ain't gonna get cooled down stayin' dres- sed. I stayed rooted in place as he reached down for his shorts, "Damn, I'm still wet all over..." He then balled them up and ran them all over his tall hairy body before tossing them overhand like a softball into a corner of the bedroom. He sauntered over to the bed as if being naked in front of me was as natural an occurrence as breathing and then plopped himself on his back almost right in the middle on top of the bedspread. Putting his hands behind his head, he slowly turned his handsome bearded face in my direction and looked at me through half-closed eyes and lifted an eyebrow. "Gonna miss the beginnin' if y' don't get them clothes off n' get in here next t' me. And, flick off the light before y' jump into bed." His eyes held mine. His voice had changed. It was deeper and more throaty. His words felt slow, relaxed, and yet gently commanding. I didn't have to keep my eyes from straying down his long hairy form. They were locked on the warm, playful, and yet serious expression on Uncle Russ' striking bearded face. On autopilot with need to respond quickly, I pulled off my shoes and socks without moving from where I stood. The damp undershit came next. Opening and pulling my jean shorts down along with my briefs, I blushed with embarrassment at the fact my prick was rock hard and jabbing the air in front of me. Thinking only to minimize the exposure of my obvious excitement, I flicked off the ceiling light...then, dove onto the bed and up next to Uncle Russ. Not being able to watch the movie on my stomach, I lay myself down on my back and tried to pretend I hadn't noticed my flagpole prick...that it didn't even exist. I felt Uncle Russ shift and a large furry arm slip behind my neck until a big warm hand slid down to clasp my elbow while pulling me more firmly against him. Even thoroughly embarrassed, my prick refused to lose any of its rigid hardness with the feel of the thick bristling hair on Uncle Russ' body pressing its coarse texture into my soft smooth skin. "You picked a good one, Tommy. You'll like it." The credits were past and the movie began. I lay there next to him taking in the woodsy smell of his tall muscular body, the humid heat of the room, the breeze from the fan swirling across my body, and the wet feel where the damp wiry fur of his body pressed into the bare skin of my own. Time passed...five or ten minutes. I watched, but paid no attention to the movie. I chuckled when Uncle Russ did, though I had no idea what was funny. With my head propped back against his strong hairy arm, the full length of his hot body spilled across the bed for my eyes to stroke and explore. There was movement at the super-thick base of his already wide meaty cock. Barely noticeable, I caught the big slab of meat swelling and then set- tling back as I stared. As more time passed, I began to see the length of him rising up past the base. Curving upward and lifting from it's cradle between those big hairy balls, that fat cock rose slowly higher with intermittent flexing causing its thick girth to swell even thicker. The air got wetter and thicker as a moderate rain began strumming on the roof and dripping through the trees outside the bedroom window. Com- bined with the warm feeling of being snuggled tightly against Uncle Russ' strong hairy body, the cozy atmosphere of it all left me beginning to drift off to sleep. While my eyelids opened and closed in my struggle to stay awake, I watched Uncle Russ' huge thick cock make its way to standing hard, proud, colossal, and perpendicular to his long hairy body. Something bumped my own rigid prick still standing with tireless teen arousal even through my sleepy state at the same time as the back of my groggy mind registered a slight shift in Uncle Russ' body. I had no idea how long my eyes had stayed closed as knuckles lightly grazed back and forth across my young hairless balls causing my legs spread open instinctively as if asking for more. "So, how was last night?" Uncle Russ' deep rumbling voice was soft and quiet. The soft touch skimming over my balls and sleepy detachment inside my head left me merely smiling with closed eyes at the same time as some- thing inside me seemed to warn that I should feel fear and nervousness at the question posed by my uncle. "I know you were awake," his deep bass voice continued softly. "you couldn't have slept through that." The smile slipped from my face as the nagging hint of anxiousness that had been so far off a moment before now crept fully into my mind and stomach. "Two years ago, I watched you watchin' me...saw you hidin' behind the door when I came outta the shower." The knuckles grazing my balls became a calloused hand sliding up and down the inside of my thigh as my mind spiralled upward from sleep to fully awake and aware. "When you took off and pretended t' come home. I called ya back for a kind of selfish experiment. Man," Uncle Russ' beard brushed the side of my face back and forth affectionately, "havin' such a fine lookin' young man nearly thirty years younger starin' at me with eyes so hungry I thought they might jus' pop right outta your head sure did get me goin,' son." "Didn't think anything would come of it till that night when the door slowly openin' woke me. You sneakin' in n' touchin' me, then...fuck...tastin' my precum... Man, I almost came jus' from that." "That next night, I pitched the tent to see if you might show up...ho- ped you would show up. I wasn't prepared for what happened when you did, though. Last night, I waited again. When you came into my room and then left....well, what I did to ya afterward......." He sighed deeply, "...it was somethin' I jus' couldn't help." "I couldn't help it any more than I can help it now. The way you looked at me all day t'day...." Rough thick fingers began stroking the sensitive patch of skin between my young balls and my tender teen ass. Those wild fingers slipped lower as my thighs opened further. A jolt slid through me when Uncle Russ' beard brushed across my ear and a warm wide tongue slipped out to move sensuously along the curves of it. Strong abrasive fingers strummed across my asshole leaving both my young fifteen year old hole and the rest of my body quivering in an instant fiery reaction. The arm behind my head slid free at the same time as my submitting body was slowly rolled onto my stomach. I could feel him reaching up past my head. I could hear the click of some kind of bottle top being flipped open. Wet fingers slid inside the valley where the cheeks of my butt came together. One eased inside me, almost immediately followed by a second. I didn't want that. I didn't want the rough, sand-papery feel against my young hole still recovering from the night before. Still rather raw and tender, I wanted the smooth flesh of his cock in- side me instead. As if reading my mind, Uncle Russ slid his tall heavy hairy physique on top of my much smaller, younger, and hairless one. I loved the feeling of the big man on top of me, pressing me into the mattress with his weight...the heat and hair of his body against my skin. I felt safe, yet trapped. I guess it should have seemed confusing, but, it didn't. It felt right...perfect. Warm, strong, rough hands slid down my sides to my hips and moved them slightly upward until warm air moved across my balls and my prick pressed into the firm sheet-covered surface below me. Damp, hair-bristled thighs pushed mine well apart and tilted my young ass upward even more. Uncle Russ moved his body and I felt the wide spongy head of his big cock jostle my balls and slide up into the cleft of my butt. My breathing came fast in anticipation. I never wanted anything more in my life than Uncle Russ' huge fat cock back up inside my ass. The head of his hard, lengthy, thick cock found its mark in the small tight entrance into my body as if guided there in the dark by some unseen hand. I couldn't help the sharp intake of breath my chest pulled in...that gasp coming as much from mentally knowing what was to come as from the phys- ical sensation of it. I lay there begging silently for Uncle Russ to push that massive meaty cock up into me while he just held it there, wondering whether or not he knew how incredibly much I wanted this. Hands moved to caress my back and shoulders while his torso raised up a bit over me. I wanted him back down against me, pinning me underneath his strong, hair-covered, muscular body. Again, as if knowing my mind, Uncle Russ eased down again onto my back at the same time as his fat cock pressed against my fluttering young teen-age asshole. Big hands slid up my arms and pulled them over my head as the pres- sure at my inflamed hole increased gently. My tight young hole opened and closed rapidly over the head of Uncle Russ' hard massive meat as warmth began spreading through me along with an easy dull ache. He took his time...slowly...quietly...opening my ass up for the huge horse-cock jutting forward from between his strong hairy legs. I no longer felt the bed underneath me. Every sound in the room fled my ears and left me in lying there in roaring silence. The feel of his big hairy body on mine and that of his coarse beard caressing my cheek ceased to exist as well. The only thing I felt...the only thing that mattered...was Uncle Russ' massive cock, slowly and cautiously, pressing into my tight asshole and easing it open for the long, thick, hard, mature manmeat behind the broad flaring head paving the way. Time seemed to stand still and lengthen as if in a dream as the ache inside me seemed to spread throughout my body from my small young hole, rapidly beating heart, and tumbling mind. After what felt like more than an hour...though, surely, must have been only five or so minutes....I stiffened and gasped as the crowning ridge at the base of Uncle Russ' meaty cock head slipped past the pulsing outer ring of my ass and my hole closed to obsessively grip the thick steely shaft behind. "Tommy...." It seemed as if the word was whispered in Uncle Russ' deep rumbling voice from miles away as he began slowly guiding that huge, hard firehose of male flesh into my tight young body. My hands grabbed the shelf on the big cabinetted and mirrored head- board in front of me. I was on instinct, not thinking or in control of my ac- tions as I strained my head upward and pulled myself forward away from the massively long thick cock forcing its way up into me. Wide eyes found themselves in the mirror just before moving to the dark handsome face over my shoulder and pressed into the side of my head. Uncle Russ' stark masculine bearded features were fixed intenly on my own face and I found myself bathed in the hot brooding look smoldering behind his small squinting intense eyes. His slow entry into my quivering body became halted as his massive cock came in contact with that place in- side me that seemed to stop him from going further. For a moment, he stared into me without moving. "Fuck...." He muttered softly and then thrust forward. Dull pain shot through me...somehow bearable only because of the huge cock forcing its way inside me that pain signified. My mind, my heart, and my body throbbed with it as Uncle Russ slid more and more of his red-hot fat horse-cock up in- to my exploding body until the dense wiry hair of his crotch was jammed against my flattened asscheeks and Uncle Russ' massive meat was once again stuffed all the way up inside my wildly palpitating young body. I felt like I was cumming. I don't know whether I did or not, I just know it felt as if my whole body was constricting around the huge invader shoved inside...convulsing underneath Uncle Russ' much bigger hairier body as if I were about to go out of my mind from the feel of that monumental cock over- stuffing my insides. Lying there as his furry muscular form pinned me in place with my body skewered on his deeply embedded fat cock I wanted to tell him how much I loved him. I wanted to babble the words over and over as I stared in- to his ruggedly handsome face. The words ran through my mind over and over and over at racing speed, yet none made their way from my gasping lips. I felt as if every part of me was covered and weighed down by his much greater strenght and weight. That huge cock up inside my ass was only part what was making my head spin. Uncle Russ' big strong hairy body al- most enveloping and swallowing up my much smaller one left me feeling as if no where else in the world could I possibly feel so loved and safe. His hips eased backward and two or three inches out of the fat hard nearly ten that made up the incredible length and girth of Uncle Russ's tractor-trailer cock tortured my tight over-stretched asshole with all its rough and rugged textures. Uncle Russ moved back inward, sending my asshole into a fluttering grasping frenzy as the geography of that massive meat rode back over all the sensitive nerve-endings inside. Slowly he pulled back again, just a few inches. "Ahhhhh fuck...." Uncle Russ' voice remained a deep bass breathy whisper, "Tommy......" He rocked his hips slowly and smoothly back forward like a train's lo- comotive moving forward and back in a lazy exercise of its power. In and out, those strong hips stroked his humungous girth through my fifteen year old hole stretched to the breaking point around that massive shaft of thick hard adult cock. Pinned underneath his big hot body, I had little room to move. Still, my body squirmed and arched under my muscular uncle's. I don't know if I made any sound, I just know I rode Uncle Russ' incredible cock in dazed awe over the slow erotic feel of that huge textured shaft strumming back and forth a- cross the quivering entrance into my body. I physically understood the effect of the moon on the tides as I lay there with him rocking that big mule-dick in and out of me. It was as if Uncle Russ' body delivered its own gravitational pull and push into the depths of my awe- struck younger form, dragging everything inside me with him as if he con- trolled every movement of our joined bodies. It wasn't just the slow abbreviated penetration and retreat of that mas- sive cock across my strained young hole that left me drowning in the sensa- tion of it all. It was also a feeling deep within me of the broad powerful head of his bull-cock stroking the tight sleeve inside me up near my bellybutton. It was as if I could feel the thick bulging head and the flaring ridge where it connected to that wide steely shaft pulling back and then pushing forward, flaring out and stroking that part of the tunnel of my ass deep inside me like caressing fingers. I felt impossible to fathom everything Uncle Russ' strong rugged body was causing within me as my mind melted inside my head over it all. Uncle Russ rose up above me and pulled my hips back until I was braced on my hands and knees in front of him. My eyes roved over every visible inch of him in the dark room through the mirror in front of me...handsome beard-lined face, hair falling down to- ward his eyes, wide bulky shoulders, thick powerful arms, strong mounded chest, slightly rounded hard stomach, and every part of him coated in all that thick wonderful curling hair. The ultra-masculine sight of him left me momentarily distracted from the thick throbbing cock buried deeply within my stomach. The moment was quickly swept away when Uncle Russ began mov- ing that incredible mule-dick between his strong furry thighs backward and slowly out of my strained tight hole. My head fell and swept from one shoulder to the other as my body caught fire from the feel of each devastating inch of that fat monster-cock stroked, throbbed, and rode against my possessive hole on its long journey outward. By the time the flaring ridge at the base of Uncle Russ' wide cock- head thrust my hole wider on its exit, I was grinding and groaning like a trap- ped animal in front of him. I couldn't stand it any more. I couldn't take it. My prick was so hard it hurt! My balls were drawn up so tight, the felt as if they were inside rather than outside my crotch. The slow stroking of my outer hole and the deep recesses of my ass left every muscle, nerve, and inch of flesh on my body ready to explode. Uncle Russ pushed back into me. The second the broad powerful head and flaring ridge thrust my fe- vered hole back open, my body began thrashing as cum blasted out from my inexperienced young prick while my asshole beared down...clutched...and, pulled at Uncle Russ' massive rough-hewn cock. My hands became fists beating the pillow on either side as my head fell into it with my mouth gasping for air like a desperate fish out of water. "Awwwwwww, holy fuck, Tommy...." Uncle Russ' voice was a quiet melding of surprise and hot need as he barreled the rest of his huge power- ful cock up into me. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, GOD!!!" I heard my own voice as a high- pitched half-scream, half-whine at the same time as I felt the tears rolling down my face. "Goddamn it!!" Came from behind me in a growl filled with heat and clipped with a bite of impatience. "Gotta see you...." The next move was a blur as Uncle Russ somehow flipped me on my back and shoved my shoulders down into the mattress. Freed from being pressed into the bed, my prick slapped up against my stomach as a second blast of cum jetted up from my balls and hit my chin to run down my neck. "....cum!" He finished the sentence he'd started with an air of hushed amazement. My arms flailed and fought his grip, loosening his hold enough to wrap them around his neck and pull my distraught face up to press my forehead desperately into his beard while my legs threw themselves around his waist and pulled his huge cock even deeper inside me. Uncle Russ shoved me away and back down onto the bed as he pulled his hard fat cock all the way back out of me and stared down to watch another blast of come shoot up to splatter my chin, neck, and chest. Driving back into my pulsing, frantically grasping, inflamed hole and watching my young prick spewing my load all over my chin, chest, and shoul- ders..he growled out a groaned, "Awwwwwwwww fuck, Tommy..." At the same time, my head arched backward with the overwhelming orgasm exploding through me and my voice added my own babbling cries and moans into the dark bedroom. Rough muscular hands dug into my shoulders as my big strong hairy uncle yanked his huge cock from my hole only to drive in in again. More cum shot from my prick and spewed across my torso as Uncle Russ watched and took his powerful thrusts into me into a repetitive mind- bending stream of huge hard cock barreling in and out of my much younger and smaller reeling form. Even as the last of my cum shot from my rigid prick and hairless balls and left my upper body drenched in fifteen year old come, I remained in that heightened state of cumming where every inch of my skin felt like it was on fire, where my asshole grabbed and released his thick rugged shaft of steel repeat-edly in wild desperation, where my prick and balls felt as if cum was still firing up through them both, and where my mind tumbled inside my head as if my orgasm continued on without loosing any of its intensity. My mind alternately soared and plummeted with the nearly ten, al- most impossibly thick, inches of mature masculine cock plunging in and out of my body. Both, Uncle Russ pulling out and then shoving back in, left me in ut- ter shock over not only the strength of his deep strokes...but, also in the sheer size of him. His mammoth driving meat seemed to go on forever in snaking in and out of my writhing body. The smell of him swirled around me as I careened in and out of my mind. Hairy skin, musky bull-balls and horsecock, working man pits, and liquor-laced breath filled my lungs. It was as everything about him was filling everthing inside me while his big fat cock battered my impassioned hole. Fucked for the first time the night before by Uncle Russ and his huge farm animal cock, my asshole felt raw, tender, and ragged. Even so, the tight ring of my ass tugged and pulled at him harder and harder as his deep drilling continued stoking the raging fire that enfused my now frantic wide-stretched opening. Sweat hung in droplets on his nose and the wet hair of his head, beard, and chest...slowly raining down on my as Uncle Russ' strong body lumbered his that hard thick mammoth cock deep into my guts and back out again in hard pounding strokes. Uncle Russ looked in that moment like some neanderthal caveman discovering for the first time what it felt like to have his huge cock inside another's body. His mouth was slack and his jaw hung open as disbelief and wonder matched that of his piercing eyes frowning down as if trying to understand something beyond his reach...all the while crashing his huge hard adult cock into me as if that would somehow make sense of it all. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes must have passed since the last of my cum drooled from the tip of my rigid prick. Yet, my body and mind were still ri- ding high in the throes of what seemed to be a never ending orgasm. I had no control over my body or any of the cries, pleas, and shocked gasps com- ing from my throat. He'd pushed me over the edge and I'd not stopped fal- ling down the frenzied abyss of his deep-dicking my young teenage ass. Uncle Russ' long hard thick horse-cock pummeling my body from both the inside and out began quickly driving me back toward yet another gut-wrenching eruption of fifteen year old come. The power of his pounding had been on a steady increase since the first driving stroke of that hugely long thick meat up into my smaller body. Now, my strong rugged and handsome uncle was ramming his big fat cock into me so hard it was scooting me across the mattress below and moving my head to the headboard of the bed. Suddenly, Uncle Russ did something I wouldn't have thought possible and would have ever conceived. His arms left pinning my shoulders in place and big rough dinner-plate sized hands slid to grip my waist. He jerked my body up off the bed till my hands reached to grab his strong wide shoulders to keep from falling backward. In this position, the muscles in his strong arms bulged from holding my weight suspended in front of him as he began thrusting me off and then letting the weight of my own body slam me back down on his huge beast of a cock as it rammed into my young ass from between his strong hairy thighs. My eyes shot open wide and then rolled back in my head as Uncle Russ' massive cock rocketed up through my insides...pushing everything inside my body away to slam deep within me to the hilt. Over and over he slammed me down as he thrust forward to ram his cock into me like a wild animal. Each ass-busting slam jammed my asshole even wider over the mas- sively thick base of his magnificent bull-cock. Each demanding withdrawl threatened to drag my insides out with my uncle's thick hard massive meat. Each inward slam jarred every bone in my body and left my heart pounding as if it would explode from my chest. "Oh yeah, Tommy, yeah! YEAH!!!" The gritty words hissing from be- hind clenched teeth brought with them the realization I was cumming again... hot cum erupted yet again up from my balls and through my throbbing shaft like there was no tomorrow. I heard my own voice sob, "Nooooooooooo...." I didn't know why, I didn't mean 'no.' It just came out at the same time as I felt more tears streaming down my face. I couldn't understand it. I was happy, thrilled, and ecstatic. My reaction made no sense to me, but I was in no place to question it as wave after mas- sive wave of intense mind-branding pleasure wracked my fifteen year old body being rammed and bashed by my big strong uncle's huge powerful cock. My asshole was bearing down on that big beastly cock as it destroyed my ass from inside and out. My battered hole strangled the huge length and girth of that thick adult cock desperately as jet after jet of copious watery teen cum splashed and bathed my heaving torso. "Tommy!! TOMMYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!" Uncle Russ roared and pitched us both down onto the bed...his body over mine as he rammed, thrust, shoved, and assualted my ass in furious, blurringly fast, and near painful deep slams. "AWWWWWWWWWWWWW FUCKKKKKKKKKKK..." His deep voice rang throughout the room as I felt his massive cock swell even wider and the first blast of hot thick come spew inside me and flood the tight sleeve of my inner walls. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Uncle Russ rolled off me in a flash. Hard rough hands pawed and slipped on my sweat-damp shoulders as he shoved my head down his body to his jerking hard cock. In that one fast movement before I could get my mouth on that huge fat hard meat, I could see the thick rope of white come arc out from the broad meaty head and opened my lips wide to have my cheeks and mouth bathed in Uncle Russ' delicious tangy thick adult cum bursting forth. Heavy hands shoved my face on him while that frothy jet of come was still erupting up from his balls and forced me further down as my big uncle hunched his hips and droved his massive cock down my throat. Grabbing the back of my head, Uncle Russ held it in place as he raped my throat viciously as I swallowed and massaged his huge thick cock and all its incredible tasting come as if I couldn't survive without it. Over and over he thrust into my mouth and throat as if he'd forgotten who I was and what I was. Cum blasted and poured into me faster, heavier, and thicker than I could swallow. As much as I wanted every thick globby stream from him, his fat cock blocked my throat and his rich salty semen began flowing down my face and neck and into the dense riot of copper and silver hair surrounding the wide root of Uncle Russ' big thrusting cock. The jerking of his cock slowed. The grip on the back of my head eased. "Oh, Tommy. Oh, Tommy..." His voice was quiet, deep, and breathless. "Oh fuck..........Tommy........" Uncle Russ' hands fell from head and slipped under my arms. He gently began pulling me off him as I reached a hand to his hard thick cock and milked the last of his rich load into my retreating mouth. He twisted me around on top of him until my hairless body was sliding across and up his thick hairy one. Uncle Russ' eyes were closed and his head was slowly moving from side to side as my face reached his. "Oh, Tommy...." It was barely a whisper this time as he reached for my face and pulled me into a deep mind-numbing kiss. His thick raspy tongue swept out and into my mouth to slide and caress over every part of it. That deep warm appreciative kiss took my breath away and my mind along with it. "Tommy...." He pulled his tongue back but not his thick firm lips. "Uncle Russ..." I responded with equal breathlessness feeling the broad meaty head of his cock bumping at my cum-oozing swollen hole with my knees pulled up on either side of my handsome uncle's furry stomach...my young balls and cock resting in all that thick glorious hair coating his belly. "Tommy..........fuck............" It was barely a whisper as one hand left my face and skimmed calloused fingertips down the length of my spine. I pushed backward and sank a few inches of thick, hard, adult, uncle- cock back into my cum-basted ass. "God..." Uncle Russ pulled back out and pushed me off him and onto my stomach. He rolled his body on top of mine into the position where all this had started. Nudging my thighs apart as he had more than an hour ago, he pushed his thick hard slimey cock back up into my prone responsive body. "Oh please, Uncle Russ....yes.........oh, god, yes...........yes....." I gasped with my face turned to the side in the pillow underneath my head. I wanted him again. I wanted him over and over. I wanted him to never stop. When his hips met my ass, I arched my back and shoved my hole up to the base of my uncle's incredible thick cock...soaring in the deepened stretch my tight young asshole received and knowing nothing in the world could ever feel as wonderful or as complete as Uncle Russ's huge cock stuffed deep in- side and filling my body. "Oh, god....Tommy...." Uncle Russ snaked his long thick hard cock out of me...having to raise his body from mine in the process because of the thick ten inch length of his big brute of a cock. Sliding it back in smoothly and lowering his heavy hairy body back down onto my smaller hairless one left my hands kneading the pillow under my head like a cat being petted affectionately. The feel of that huge meat sliding up inside me and filling my body with the hot branding iron of Uncle Russ' big mule-dick left my mind spinning once again as my hips and torso ground back against him to feel every inch of that big beautiful cock and all that thick curly hair pressing into my legs and back. I began to wonder about Aunt Ginny for a moment. I wondered if she felt this overwhelmed and unhinged by Uncle Russ huge cock, strong hairy physique, and pile-driving fucking. The question was thrown from my head when Uncle Russ' big rough paws reached under my chest to grab each nipple between a thick thumb and forefinger. "AAAHHH AAAHHH AAAHHH!! OH, FUCKING CHRIST!!!!" I cried as my chest shot up off the mattress in inflamed response with fire shooting through me to the tips of my fingers and toes. I couldn't breathe with all the electricity jolting through me as Uncle Russ slowly rolled the hardened nubs of my chest left and right. "OH JESUS....OH GOD....!!!!" I slammed my head back against his shoulder as he continued twisting the sensitive flesh at the center of each of my young pecs. Uncle Russ' mouth found mine and pulled me into a deep passionate kiss as he began pumping long strokes of fat hard cock in and out of my ten- der, ragged, and now cum-sloppy asshole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee......" I groaned desperately in- to my uncle's warm lengthy kiss. He quickened his pace. My ass stung with every stroke...the sting meld- ed with the gentle pleasure of being overly stuffed with Uncle Russ' big thick cock. The mixture of sore sensations joining with those of being filled and stroked from my deep within my ass added into the flashing fiery ecstacy coming from his expert manipulation of my young nipples left me riding his long fat cock as fast and responsively as he rode my teenage ass. I was fucking myself on Uncle Russ' huge hard horsemeat as much as he was fucking that massive ass-stretcher into me. I felt the familiar tingling at the base of my prick and balls, a tingling that signalled there was little time before come erupted from both for the third or fourth time that night. "Oh, god, Uncle Russsssssss'....fuck meeeeeeeeee!!!!" In a flash, his hands left my chest...grabbed my hips and pulled me up onto my knees...and, began shoving me savagely on and off his long fat cock at the same time as he plowed in and out of me. It was different than before. It was as if it had gone from sweet, loving, and gentle into hard-pounding, animalistic, brutalizing of my young hole in a matter of seconds. "TOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Even through the bashing slams into my teenage ass, I could feel Uncle Russ' huge cock thrashing and unloading again inside me. He grabbed one shoulder in one hand and jammed the other down onto my lower back in a way that arched my ass higher. Instantly that huge fat two-by-four cock began plowing its broad meaty and powerful head into something it'd only skimmed across before. "UNCLE RUSS!!! JESUS!!! UNCLE RUSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!" "FUCK, TOMMYYYYYYY!" He stabbed his huge cock viciously over that spot and deep into the far recesses of my abused ass before jerking it back out of me once again. "OH JESUS! OH FUCK! UNCLE RUSSSSSSSSS!!!" Come was exploding from my young prick, and my whole body jolted with electricity and an extra spurt of come as Uncle Russ jammed the head of his massive cock over and past that strange place inside me. "FUCK!!!" He stabbed into me over that spot again and shot a thick blast of come up deep inside me before jerking back out. Each deep thrust up into my small body had become a halting single separate powerful ram- ming stroke that threatened to demolish my mind as well as my ass. "UNCLE RUSS!!!!!! OH, JESUS, GODDDDDDDDD!!!" "FUCK!!!!!!" Uncle Russ stabbed into me again over that spot and shot another thick blast of come up inside my body before pulling back out. "FUCK!!!!!!!!!!" He slammed and spewed come into me. "FUCK!!!!!!!!!!" He slammed and spewed come into me, again. "FUCK!!!!!!!!!!" He slammed and spewed come into me two more times before stopping to grind his hard, fat, ten inch baseball bat cock up deep inside my guts as the last of his load spewed forth bathing both the walls of my fifteen year old ass and his huge forty-two year old rugged male meat. "Awwwwwwwwwww fuck........." With no warning, Uncle Russ yank- ed his fat cock from my ass and rolled over onto his back beside me and flung a strong muscular hair arm over his eyes while his chest heaved and his mas- sive cock bounced in the air over his hairy stomach. "Uncle Russ?" I climbed up against his side and threw an arm and leg across him as I moved my face up to kiss his hairy mouth. His thick mustache tickled my nose and upper lip while his beard brushed and caressed my jaw. His wide rough tongue slid into my mouth and gently took command of the speed and depth of our kiss. The arm not over his eyes reached past my waist and pulled me on top of him to where the powerful length and girth of his humungous cock lay be- side my much smaller one and pressed erotically into my stomach like a long thick snake. The arm over Uncle Russ' eyes reached for my head, pulled me from the kiss, and nestled my face into the hairy crook of his shoulder and neck. "Sleep." It was the last thing I remember before waking the next morning. (To be continued.) 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