Date: Tue, 19 Jan 2021 10:43:01 -0800 From: Muscle DaddyBear Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads Series - Chapter 18: The Cabin with Uncle Dan, Pt. 1 Please donate to Nifty. Any amount helps. Keep this site and the availability of the wealth of erotic material free as the volume of stories increases and the cost to maintain it does as well. ************************************************************************ 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. 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"Stop flirtin'. It ain't right, lil' brother." "How are we even related?" My dad threw back with a chuckle. I'd often wondered the same thing. Dad was average height at about 5'10", slim wiry build, and clean shaven with nondescript thinning brown hair cut short and neat. Uncle Dan on the other hand rose at over 6'4" in a powerful football player's build with a full thick wavy beard and hair. His hair and beard were dark dark brown with golden brown and sunny blond threaded heavily through it all. His skin was tan and ruddy where Dad's was pale and rosy. The only thing that really marked them as brothers was sharing the same light hazel eyes. A flashing jumble of gold, green, and copper bordered by a dark bluish grey rim and fringed in long, thick, sweeping lashes left no doubt they were closely related. While I probably wasn't supposed to, I knew what Dad meant by his bagel comment. I'd known for a long time now. Uncle Dan's big heavy hands were often at his crotch shrugging and adjusting the fly there. I'd seen other men reach down to quickly scratch, tug, or adjust, but they didn't do it repeatedly nor all the time. There was no missing why Uncle Dan was different, though. As he walked, got up from sitting down, or just stood talking and shifting his weight, a thick bagel-shaped lump would work its way to push his fly to the side and out of the way of the wide bulge's descending bulk. It wasn't like there was much room in Uncle Dan's pants for it, though, with his rear end looking like someone cut a basketball in half and shoved both parts into the back of his pants or shorts. I'd even heard women make comments about it to Uncle Dan's wife, Aunt Kate. "Does your husband's ass have its own gravitational pull?" I once heard one of her friends giggle. "Right?" Aunt Kate chuckled back with wide eyes. "I tell him t' stand next to me when I'm having my coffee so I can set my mug on it." "Please, tell me he wears briefs." The other woman sighed. "White, I can't bring myself t' let him wear anything else." They both leaned against each other and laughed. I'd looked over at the object of their quiet conversation and took in more than just what they'd mentioned. Tall tan and beefy with broad shoulders, he'd been wearing a yellow dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to reveal wide muscular forearms covered in thick burnished bronze hair. Cream colored casual cotton slacks hugged his meaty butt from behind, and Uncle Dan's thick coiled bulge in front once again shoved the center of his fly several inches to the side to make room for the heavy meat held inside as its weight strained downward toward the ground. I was now halfway to sixteen and noticing all this began when puberty started hitting. Hormones and constantly being horny seemed to have taken over my life over the next few years. I'd looked at the older girls with breasts now filling out their shirts with a raging desire to feel them in my hands. The odd thing, though, was that I'd also become more than curious about what made that thick bulge that refused to be hidden behind Uncle Dan's pants. Today, I would swear he was wearing those same slacks only now frayed in places and cut off above the knee. He'd met us at our house for breakfast before getting on the road to the cabin by the lake our grandparent's owned and our families shared. He strolled into the house in brown suede unlaced hiking boots with no socks, the cut-off shorts, and a ratty tank top that displayed the thick brown-red bristling hair that rose up his body to the ring of it where he shaved the lower part of his neck. The tank top hugged his torso like a second skin revealing a slightly rounded stomach that did nothing to take away from the powerful arms, shoulders, back, and chest above. "Don't eat too much, now." He ordered with a mile-wide grin showing two rows of white even teeth as he clapped his big beefy hands together. "We got chicken fried steaks waitin' for us at the Cardinal Cafe." Even having said that, he proceeded to wolf down two plates of scrambled eggs, bacon, and ham along with a half dozen of Mom's biscuits with sausage gravy. It had become a tradition to have a big breakfast at our house and then stop hours later in the small town near the cabin for lunch at the café that had been there for as long as anyone could remember. The only difference that day was that it was only us guys going to clear out all the overgrowth and clean the place up before summer. It was a three-day holiday weekend which meant the two-bedroom cabin with its one bath and two pullout sleeper sofas in the small living room would be much less cramped than usual when it was my grandparents, Uncle Dan and Aunt Kate, and our own family of four. Everyone began getting up to rinse their plates. Uncle Dan rose and there it was, that heavy long thick lump shoving the center of his crotch to the side. My eyes fastened on it with a will of their own when he picked up his plate and began moving around the table toward me. "Hey Josh, how 'bout you ride with me n' keep me company?" He used his free hand to affectionately pull my head against his hip. I was looking right at the obscene lump between his thighs. "Sure." I answered as he released me and went to the sink. The three-hour drive was nice, a lot of it quiet with some comfortable small talk here and there. I was happy with getting to ride with Uncle Dan even though my eight-year-old brother, Bryce, was getting to make the trip in Dad's much newer and nicer truck. Uncle Dan had a huge new white Dodge Ram 3500 diesel club cam with cool amber lights across the roof. He left that at home, though, and drove us in his old blue ford single-cab with a bench seat and manual transmission. He said he liked the Ford best and felt like it just fit him. Looking across the twenty-year-old cab with all the wear and tear that came with those years, I had to agree. I liked the windows down with the mild weather outside over air conditioning, especially as the many changes in air flow often blew the warm musky scent of Uncle Dan's body across my face. The drive ramped up the excitement of being at the cabin for the weekend as we flew down the back roads to get there. Lunch at the cafe ratcheted that up even further as did finally bringing both trucks up the overgrown dirt road to park between the cabin and lake. My brother and I as if of one mind jumped out of both trucks even before they came to a full stop. Arms above our heads, we jumped and whooped in the direction of the lake. "Can we go swimming, Dad? Can we? Can we?" Eight-year-old Bryce begged, still jumping up and down excitedly. "Yessssss." Dad rolled his eyes, "Just make it quick, we gotta lot t' do." My brother and I immediately stripped down to just our briefs and ran for the lake. I held back at the water's edge with a mischievous grin knowing it would be really cold, but Bryce dove in only to come up screaming like a little girl and eyes bulging in shock. "You wanted t' swim!" Dad laughed as he and Uncle Dan unloaded the duffel bags and groceries from the trucks into the cabin. As they entered, the front door creaked loudly as if annoyed to see the end of its vacation from our boisterous family running in and out of it. All the doors in the cabin creaked loudly and always had. It was familiar and almost comforting as if a part of fun summers by the lake. I hoped no one ever decided to oil those doors and end the warmth in those sounds. "Well, get in!" My little brother Bryce demanded with obvious irritation I hadn't warned him about the cold temperature. "I will, I'm just gonna go in slow. `Cause I'm just smart like that." I answered, making sure he heard the superiority in my voice. That's when he began splashing icy water at me to the point I finally dove in. Immediately the water felt less cold than being splashed, and I rose to the surface rather enjoying the refreshing chill of it. Dad ordered us out a short time later to dry off, change, and get to work. "Josh, you need a rest? You must be EXHAUSTED!" Uncle Dan's tone was teasing and comical as I made my way toward the cabin with Bryce racing in front of me. "No," confusion spread over my face, "we weren't in there that long." "Not from swimming, from all those girls that must be chasin' you. You're fillin' out real nice there, boy." His grin and tone said he was still teasing me. "Yeah, right." I kept walking until I passed him, glad I was in black briefs rather than white which would have likely revealed I was just beginning to have hair come in around my prick and balls. Plus, at not even yet 5'6" while most of my friends seemed to be growing taller by the day, I felt embarrassed by any attention toward my physique. I seemed to be firming and muscling up like everyone else, however my body didn't seem to want to cooperate in the height department. "Phew! Look at that butt! What you got already, ten, twenty, thirty girlfriends?" He called toward my back as I followed Bryce to the door of the cabin, mortified at the specific attention. "I think you may have embarrassed him." I heard my dad chuckle as I closed the door behind me, my little brother already going into the bathroom to dry off. "It's good for him." Uncle Dan chuckled back, his deep voice then leaving its teasing tone behind. "He really is fillin' out already, though. You think he'll take more after you or me?" "Could go either way, though I'm still not sure whether or not the milk man had anything t' do with how you turned out." "Ow!" The chuckling exclamation came immediately afterward. I guessed Uncle Dan must've thrown something at Dad. I could tell by the slightly distracted way they were talking they had both gone back to work. I heard my little brother in the other room drying off and listened for more. "Hey, Grandpa Schmidt was pretty tall n' burly." Uncle Dan stated. "That's right...that's right. And you didn't really start your growth spurt till, what, eighteen?" "Seventeen, but it seemed to go into my mid-twenties. Seemed like I was buyin' new clothes every time I turned around for about ten years." "I'm done!" Bryce called out from the bathroom, so I gave up listening to their conversation to towel off and change into dry clothes. The rest of the day was spent clearing tall grass and fallen tree limbs. Bryce and I hauled what Dad and Uncle Dan got done to a clearing behind the cabin where it would be burned once it dried out to keep it from becoming a home for snakes, rodents, and insects. We were all tired by the time the sun began going down and the temperature dropped drastically. Building a fire in the fireplace and turning on the space heaters in each bedroom and the bathroom, we started taking showers in shifts due to the small size of the hot water heater. Uncle Dan began a dinner of burgers and baked curly fries. With only an antenna on the roof and local channels available, Dad put a sci-fi DVD we'd already seen a year or two before into the VCR and we ate as the shower shifts continued. A little after 10:00, Dad announced bedtime while Uncle Dan was putting the last of the freshly washed and dried dishes away. Dad lifted a sleeping Bryce into his arms as he stood up from one of the sofas. "Which room do you two want?" Dad looked at me, but Bryce roused just enough to mumble. "I wanna sleep with you." He snuggled into Dad's chest. "Well, I guess that leaves you with the snoring. Pull out one of the sofa beds if it gets t' be too much." Dad cut his eyes from me to Uncle Dan with a smirk. "I don't snore." Uncle Dan came in looking with a mock glare at Dad and sat down beside me. "I don't snore." He turned to me and said it quietly a second time, tilting his head down and looking past his eyebrows at me with a comical intense seriousness. "Uh huh." Dad shot back, then picked up his and Bryce's duffel bags before heading to one of the bedrooms. "Don't forget t' shut the doors t' keep the heat in after the fireplace goes out." "Well, my turn for the shower." Uncle Dan grabbed his bag and headed for the other bedroom while I did the same. Tired, I stripped down to my briefs and climbed into the bed. I looked across the room to find Uncle Dan's broad hairy body and white briefs heading out the door leaving a pile of worn clothes on the floor beside the dresser. I woke lying on my side facing the wall to find the room stiflingly hot and humid. A wet layer of sweat coated every part of my nearly hairless body. My first thought was to get up and turn down the space heater, but I found I couldn't move. Mild confusion slid through my sleep-fogged mind. I sensed my head resting on something that wasn't a pillow. As the fog in my brain cleared a little, I registered the firm muscle of Uncle Dan's bicep cradling my head while the rest of his muscular arm held lay across my chest and held me back against him. The thick crisp hair of his arm, chest, and stomach nipped into my soft skin and caused my prick to jump. The warm musk of his body filled the air around me sharper and heavier than I'd ever noticed it before. Then, I felt it. My underwear was partway down my thighs while something long thick and lay flexing between my closed thighs and nudged past my tight young balls. I felt it being moved backward, sliding enticingly over my balls and the skin between them and my butt. I squirmed slightly and exhaled a heated breath, making sure to stay quiet and avoid waking Uncle Dave. He stroked slowly back forward, the action sending a fiery heat from my butthole up through my balls and the underside of my quivering prick. His hips moved backward again, the sliding sensation of his thick male meat stroking the sensitive skin hugging it sent the heat in my crotch rolling through my whole body. I felt it pull free and the tip of a substantial column of rigid male meat slide up the soft cleft of my young butt-cheeks. It pushed forward but caught and only dragged the outer skin inward. Uncle Dan pulled back and pushed forward again but encountered the same resistance. I felt his thick cock flex with more strength than before, and something spill into the cleft of my butt. He pulled back and eased forward again, this time sliding halfway inside easily before encountering resistance. Again, his fat hard meat pulsed intensely, and wet slickness spilled inside. He eased back only slightly and stroked forward smoothly until pressing firmly against my tight tiny little butthole. Fear shot through me at the same time as a million tiny needles of pleasure assaulted every inch of my fifteen-year-old body. My eyes rolled back in my head while realization blossomed in my mind along with a list of descriptive terms; 'cornholing', 'rump rodeo', 'punching the starfish', 'colon-bowlin' ', 'anal jihad', 'butthole surfing', and 'vein train to A-town'. Surely, he wasn't going to... The thought was cut short as he pressed more firmly into my tiny hole, causing it to concede some of its resistance and unfurl slightly across the sturdy flesh seeking to bury itself inside. I didn't want to embarrass him or myself, but I needed to wake him before this went any further. I knew I had to do something even through the electricity that had begun dancing across my skin alongside the intense tingling sensation already there. "Unc..." I began quietly and tentatively only to have the big hand across my chest move up to cover my mouth and cut me off. "Shhhhhhhh...." Hot breath fanned through the hair on the top of my head. He wasn't asleep! He eased back, then pressed forward again. I felt more of the tiny, puckered entry into my body unfurl around the broad intruding head of Uncle Dan's big thick cock. Over and over, he repeated the same gentle process as my young body slowly opened more for him each time. Each time my body stiffened from pain beginning to blossom with me, Uncle Dan stopped pressing forward and retreated slightly to let my body relax for accommodating his clearly imposing girth. It could have been ten minutes and it could have been thirty, but I began easing into a drowsy drugged feeling of warm deep sensual pleasure. Still, I knew the minute he fully breached my fluttering tight young hole. A flash of mild pain shot through me only to disappear as quickly as it had come. Uncle Dan held his cock still right where it was. Whether the sudden stop of movement was for me or him, I don't know. With one hand still over my mouth, the other slid down the soft skin of my side to my hip. A wide rough palm cupped the side of my hip while thick calloused fingers stretched their muscular length across that part of my body. Gently yet firmly, he eased forward again. I flinched as Uncle Dan's super thick cock stretched my already strained little butthole even further. "Shh. Shhh. Shhhhhhhhhh..." Uncle Dan's breath ruffled the hair on the top of my head, again, his deep voice quiet and reassuring. The grip on my hip tightened affectionately and I felt more of his thick cock being fed into me with slow careful gentleness. Fire tore through me hotter and hotter with each centimeter of broad brawny adult cock stretching me farther and forcing itself deeper into my squirming teenage body. I suddenly bucked forward to dislodge Uncle Dan's hulking invading cock only to find myself immediately bucking backward to lodge it even deeper inside. Eyes rolling back in my head, I bucked on and off him again and again. I suddenly felt myself rolled onto my stomach and Uncle Dan's long hairy muscular body slowly sliding on top of mine to pin me underneath him. Substantial thighs sandwiched mine inside his, the dense mat of curling hair there scouring my soft skin at the same time as the heavy wiry curling hair of his chest and stomach scraped across the smooth surface of my back. Thick beard swept across my neck. Heavy mustache brushed into the sensitive curve inside my ear, and hot breath swirled inside. White-hot flashes of electricity flared over every inch of my body as I ground back against him with an instinct my body understood even though my mind didn't. "You're killin' me." That beard against my neck and warm breath accompanied by Uncle Dan's bristling taunting the inside of my ear was like pouring gasoline on the fire already raging inside me. He began easing his huge cock from within my body, the fat meaty oversized girth of it pulled at the tight glove surrounding it. I could feel the inner void left behind by the powerful bulk of it, the suction that long fat adult cock created left my insides pulling, jerking, and quaking in the big man's slow agonizing erotic retreat. Every centimeter of that massively thick male meat dragging through my tight quivering weak butthole vibrated and seared through my body up into the brain melting inside my head. It hurt, it stung, and it felt more wonderful and incredible than seemed possible for any human body to be capable of experiencing even by half. I wanted him to stop. I needed him to stop. I was losing all hold on my sanity and I was desperate for a chance to calm down. I didn't want to miss any of what was happening due to my mind fraying in the overwhelming sensations assaulting my body from the dark musky humid scent of him, the weight and coarse hair of his tall muscular body, and the thick humongous cock stroking in and out of the once tiny now swollen and electrified entrance into the depths of my body. As terrified and overwhelmed as I felt of everything I was now feeling, I still didn't want to miss one single second of it. As if he'd heard my thoughts, Uncle Dan pulled out only until just the very tip his fat adult cock lay gently still holding his place in my butthole. I felt his warm breath now against the top of my head and then the soft kiss placed there. Then, he pushed forward. I exploded inside. I'd calmed down. I'd gotten my wish. Yet, it had made no difference. Tears sprung from my eyes, not from pain but from the enormity and intensity of my own uncle's big muscular hairy body holding me trapped underneath him while his massive fat cock shoved its powerful girth through my young spasming hole and deep inside me once again. With one hand still on my mouth, the other reached for one of my arms and slid my hand under the lower part of my stomach. Confusion broke through the red haze of blazing heat behind my eyes until I felt muscular broad bulk of Uncle Dan's huge hard cock pressing through the walls of my stomach and scalding a path across my palm. I could feel his massive girth and length straining through my skin as he began thrusting deeply and powerfully in and out of me. It was too much and sent me crashing over the edge. The reality of feeling my uncle's thick rugged adult male meat shoving inside me exploded inside my head. All the mind-bending sensations, the coarse wiry hair sandpapering my soft skin, the weight of his much bigger body pressing commandingly down on top of me, the heavy burly cock heaving in and out of my tight quivering hole, and the shocking feel of that brutishly big cock pressing through my stomach into my hand began permanently burning the feel of the big man's body throughout every part of my body and mind. I bucked, twisted, jerked, and writhed underneath him even lifting us both up from the mattress despite his weight that was easily over twice mine. My hand pulled out of his grip, moving up toward my shoulders to join the other in curling into the sheet and pulling it from the mattress to be jumbled and drawn up under my chest. I felt each wrist taken one at a time in a gently but unyielding grip to be pulled over my head, the hand over my mouth never releasing its hold. The other baseball mitt sized hand then curved thick and strong around both wrists and locked me in place between both his hands and the big hairy man's forceful hips. Uncle Dan drove that thick massive cock out of my butt and then crashed it back deep inside. "I wanted this t' last." He growled through gritted teeth from above me. He pulled back and then barreled back deeply, shoving my tender hole aside. The once tiny and innocent opening pulsed and throbbed rapidly in time with my racing heartbeat, grasping and begging Uncle Dan's hulking thick adult cock with primal instinct for more. "Goddamn it, Josh." The deep quiet growl grew darker and more clenched. Muscular legs jerked away from where they'd held mine captive in their commanding grip. I gasped into the big rough hand over my mouth at the feel of my legs being shoved apart and my ass tilted up off the mattress obscenely. I felt him brace his feet into the mattress along with the instant arresting increase in power and leverage. Uncle Dan rammed into me so hard my teeth slammed together behind his rough broad hand and my soft lips, oversized full hairy balls hurtled against my own in a flash of slight pain that lurched through me in a confusing jolt of intense pleasure. The strapping man's ramming cock ripped outward from withing only to be barreled back inside. My hole stretched even farther than before as the big hairy man bottomed out and fat weighty balls slammed into me once again. Suddenly, Uncle Dad was pummeling and punching my desperate hole as if trying to tear it apart. A thread of confusion slid through me at how the repeated sting of the man's big round balls slamming into my own could cause more fire rather than pain to course through me. There was only a second for the thought of how red my small young balls would be tomorrow before I was pulled back into the overwhelming sea of sensation radiating out in heavy waves from where thick imposing cock bulldozed in and out of my spasming butthole. My mind boiled over with the dominating overpowering thrusts, the excruciating mix of pleasure and pain, the strong sharp male musk and sweat, and the mind-blowing knowledge Uncle Dan was repeatedly forcing his muscular body in and out of mine. Over and over, he hammered and pounded into me. Twin flames of pleasure and pain jolting outward through my entire body as he expertly abused my tender young hole like a huge wild animal. With each brutal ramming thrust, Uncle Dan carved the feel of his massive cock more permanently inside my body and brain. The more he rammed into me, the more my body instinctively learned and memorized every inch of the topography of the big man's powerful heavy cock. The more he slammed that massive adult cock through the excruciatingly sensitive tight ring of my hole, the more my ass-ring hugged and clutched every minute change in the landscape of its bulky girth in grateful appreciation and stunned awe even as my body and mind spiraled out into sexual oblivion. "Unnngh!" Uncle Dan shoved impossibly deep inside me. I felt his massive thick cock flex and shove my hole even wider, wincing at the taut sting followed by searing heat rolled through me. I felt a hot wet flood blast against the tight walls inside me. Cum poured into me as the big man's long thick powerful cock flexed and spread my hole with each copious jet spewing inside me. Uncle Dan's big long hairy body pressed dominantly into me, the hands at my mouth and wrists tightened as he shuddered on top of me. His tall strapping physique jerked and ground his huge unloading cock deep within my grateful and accepting belly. More and more thick white-hot cum erupted into me in thick splashing ropes of adult male release. I felt myself filling inside. I felt every heavy blast filling me further until my stomach seemed bloated with all the thick hot cum spewed up deep inside me. It was as if my throat was going to open any minute now for the wealth of Uncle Dan's cum being poured into my stomach to flood into my mouth. It seemed impossible for my much smaller and younger body to accommodate that much massive cock along with the thick gallons of cum from a man so much bigger than me. As the throbbing pulse of Uncle Dan's mighty cock began to lessen, I began to feel heavy male cum seeping from where my tight hole gripped the heaving girth shoved possessively inside. As stretched as my young teen hole felt, there seemed no way anything could leak past it. Still, thick hot cum streamed slowly down and over my small hairless balls. "Fuck." The word came whispered from above me. The hand at my mouth eased away and slid underneath me until a strong hairy muscular arm encircled my chest affectionately. The hand at my wrists released them and then skinned down the side of my body to my hip where it took a gentle hold. I found myself being rolled onto my side into a spooning position with my small body cradled into Uncle Dan's much larger one, fat heavy cock still buried up deeply inside my stomach. "Stud." Bearded chin bushed back and forth in the hair on the top of my head. Fast labored breathing slowed quickly, fingers twitched slightly and curled into my skin, and a hairy muscular leg slid over both of mine to lock me in Uncle Dan's embrace. He'd fallen asleep. (To be continued.) 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