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In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any con- sequences of you viewing or downloading the story. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 16 Troubled Uncle Kent I was in high school, fifteen and going on sixteen, and Uncle Kent stayed with our family for a while that summer. His wife had left him and took their daughter after he'd lost yet another job. Mom always said her oldest brother was a "troubled soul" who just couldn't seen to catch a break. She and the rest of the family had been surprised and thrilled when it appeared he'd found someone to settle down with that was pa- tient enough to stick with him through his rough spots. But everyone loved good- hearted Uncle Kent even through his many challenges...one of which was him being overly fond of drinking. He'd always been my favorite uncle. He was the one I always wanted to im- press with what I'd done in school or sports, and the one I always fell asleep against when the men in the family sat down t' watch a game during the holidays. I even got teased about a flannel shirt he left a the house on one visit when I was about four that immediately took the place of my "blankie." I don't remem- ber, but everyone says I refused to let Mom wash it because it smelled like him. He'd been staying with is for about a week after he'd left Dallas to "get away" for a while and we'd all gone camping at one of the creeks on our land. It was a full family thing with two sets of aunts and uncles, our family, and Uncle Kent. He'd wandered off over an hour before and it was getting to be time to start the cookout dinner when I got sent out t' go find him. I followed the creek down in the direction he'd gone with an open beer in one hand and a full six-pack in the other, but I soon began to wonder if I'd some- how missed him along the way. That's when I saw him. His boots and socks were tossed beside the stream, and he was stretched out on his back in the creek where it had widened and gotten shallow. With his jeans rolled up under the back of his head, my suspicions that he wore no underwear were confirmed. I felt my heart race and my mouth go dry as I came to a quiet stop. His arms and legs were spread out with an empty beer bottle on its side not far from one hand. All I could do was stare. I thought girls were hot up until that singular moment. Oh, I did look at other guys with what might have been passing appreciation. But, there was never any significant interest in it. This time, though, was very different. My prick was hard, for one thing. I hadn't felt it get that way, but it was now uncomfortably hard and trap- ped inside my briefs and jean shorts. My hand reached down to readjust it, but then stayed there. Without realizing it, I'd begun absentmindedly rubbing and squeezing it as I took in the sight of him. I knew I was turned on, and didn't analyze it. I didn't have time or space in my head. Somewhere inside myself, I instinctively knew this moment...this chance to stare at my naked and sleeping uncle...couldn't last long. There was this feeling that I had to take quick advantage of the situation and memorize the sight of him from head to toe. God, he looked incredible passed out, relaxed, and splayed openly under the warm sun. See, all the men on Mom's side of the family were darkly handsome with their Greek and Italian heritage. Dark-skinned, dark-eyed, hairy, and athletically built with burly muscle. I was beginning to come into that myself, but still look- ing upon my father and uncles as what I wanted to look like when I became older. All six of Mom's brothers were around 5'10" except for Uncle Kent who stood at just over 6'1". So, he'd always stood out in my eyes for that and a couple of other reasons. He'd been in a couple motorcycle accidents over the years. As a result, he had a scar that showed through his short dark hair on the left side of his head and one about an inch long that cut through one thick eyebrow. That, and that he always seemed to look in need of a shave even when he just had done it, left him looking rather mysterious and a bit dangerous. His quick laughter and easy Italian/Greek affection balanced that, though. Staring at him now, without all that in play, he was just simply an incred- ibly handsome and sexy man to me. The clear water ran just halfway up the sides of his body as he lay prone in the cool creek. Wide, hairy, and muscular calves and thighs were swirled with inky black curling thick hair. That same hair covered the backs of his hands, fingers,forearms, chest, and the center oval of his stomach. At the tops of his well-formed pecs, the thick drooping mustache that hid his lips, and just above his ears...that thick dark hair had become flecked with steely grey since he'd recently turned forty-seven. His waist and hips were slim even with the beginning roundness of a tummy. Even so, his waist cut inward as muscle lined its way down to his crotch. I felt my lips part and the swift intake of air into my chest as my eyes widened. I didn't breathe again for a minute, suddenly feeling I'd wasted time taking in the rest of his body when the most exceptional part lay right there. I'd been surprised to find him undressed, but I was now shocked at the mass of thick meat swaying with the current of the water. It went through my head immediately for some reason that he had to be parti- ally hard. Around eight inches of thick uncut cock floated lazily in the crisp water. Two heavy bulging veins crisscrossed just offcenter going down the fat length of Uncle Kent's wide meat. Many more veins traveled across the meaty shaft, but the two major ones seemed to exemplify that phrase "x marks the spot." Thick soft skin that looked as if it would be velvety to the touch loosely gloved those sturdy eight inches and threw the helmet of a very wide and well- formed head into sharp relief under the brilliant sunlight. Only the very tip was uncloaked. A deep valley of a slit bisected the heavy head completely where it showed from beneath the full skin cowling it. I'd seen plenty of dicks on other guys at the gym, even those of my coaches through the years. None, though, that could hold a candle to the size and shape of Uncle Kent's. It went through my head that Uncle Kent's cock left me thinking of well-fed prize winning hog at a county fair. Normally, that thought would've seemed humorous. Today, though, there was no laughter in that observation. As if that wasn't enough, the hair of his crotch seemed shorter than any- where else on his body. Short enough so that I could see a cleft just above Uncle Kent's cock. The whole effect was that of eight inches of an eighteen foot flesh- colored anaconda reaching out from his crotch to arch up from the juncture of his widely muscled and hairy thighs. The next thing that got me was my uncle's big balls seeming to lay only two inches less in the length of their hairy sack just under that fleshy club of a cock. But, my eyes were quickly torn back to the thick meat floating above them. The size of it made me look at his hands. I'd never taken note before. I just hadn't noticed. Taking note of him like this for the first time, it him me that Uncle Kent was big everywhere. Yes, I'd always seen him as a big man...but overall, not in the individual detail in which I saw him now. And, he became even sexier because of it. He'd always been handsome to me, just like all Mom's brothers. I admired them and was damned happy I took after that side of the family. Sexy, though? That just hadn't entered my mind. Until now, that is. God, I wanted to touch him. No. I wanted to touch his cock. I wanted to see how it would feel. I wanted feel the weight of it, the soft- ness of the skin, the texture underneath, and the shape of that mysteriously big head hugged under his silky looking foreskin. No, I didn't just want to touch him...I wanted to touch that amazing cock curving up and out from his hunky body. I wasn't going to try, though. I knew better than to do that. But, I moved forward wanting to get an even closer look at Uncle Kent's big completely exposed hairy and muscular body as well as his sturdy adult male meat. The ground was slippery next to the creek, though. Falling on my butt and sending rocks in a scatter put a stop to that plan. I looked over quickly to find dark eyes through thin slits looking back at me. "What," Uncle Kent grumbled sleepily, "they send you out lookin' for me?" The eyes drifted back closed, long dark lashes resting on his cheeks. "Uh, yeah. Everybody's gettin' ready t' start fixin' dinner." I replied as I picked myself up. I took a couple steps closer which left me now to the side of his feet and with a great view of big slab of flesh demanding my complete attention. Uncle Kent's chest rose and fell with a long sigh before his eyes opened again. "Well, help me up." He squinted his eyes up at me and into the sunlight as I pulled mine from his meaty equipment. I took the big hand he reached up and leveraged backward to pull his tall muscular body from its reclined position. After some shifting and stumbling, we got him to his feet. "Shit, what time is it?" He asked looking around as if getting his bearings. He looked down himself and then back up at me with a devilish grin. Before I could answer, he jokingly spoke again. "Did ya know I'm givin' birth to a baby elephant? Here...shake its trunk!" And, with that, he grabbed my hand and shoved it on his cock! Embarassed, I stuttered and stammered...but...my hand wrapped itself around that thick hefty column of cock with a mind of its own. He dropped his forehead to mine and leaned on me as if helping to hold him- self up as he grinned again and chuckled, "Aw, I'm jus' fuckin' with ya." With our foreheads touching and the scent of beer heavy with each exhale of breath from his broad hairy chest, his eyes met mine. They stayed there and froze me in place, his dark gaze feeling as if it bored into my head. His fat cock thickened, and pulsed forward in my hand...the core of it stiffening under the rich silky skin covering it. "So young," he mumbled, "just a pup..." He broke the moment with a quick stumble backward and added, "We gotta get back if we wanna eat, though. And, uhm, I think food is prob'ly a pretty good idea for me right now." He turned to reach down for his rolled up jeans that'd been cushioning his head. I was treated to the sight of wide, muscular legs that rose up to a solid slim butt...thick curling dark hair rose up from his large blocky feet in a dense coat all the way up to his waist where it came to an abrupt end and turned into the smooth dark-olive skin of his back. Bending over, a full line of raven-black hair lined the legnth of his crack to circle and swirl in a furry border around a small pink puckered butthole. I now felt with a skip in my heartbeat as if I'd become completely entranced and enamored with every part of my handsome uncle's hot masculine body. Uncle Kent rose up and unrolled his jeans to find the bottom third of the legs wet from the creek water. He threw them over his shoulder and reached down to grab the six-pack of empties and put the seventh inside one boot along with his socks. Grabbing his boots, he turned to walk gingerly barefooted across the rocks back toward me. "I'll jus' let these jeans dry as long as I can before we get close t' the family." He bumped my shoulder with his and began the walk back with me quickly catching up and falling into stride beside him. We walked about three quarters of the way back, him bumping into me occasi- onally at the times he'd loose his balance a bit, when he stopped and announced he should probably get dressed. "First, though," He turned to me with that wide jovial grin of his, "did I tell you I'm havin' a baby elephant?" He grabbed my wrist and thrust my hand onto his cock again. And, yet again, my fingers curved as far around it as they would reach. Immediately this time, it shot forward in my hand and forced my fingers wi- der. Those dark eyes met mine with a playful sparkle as he leaned in as if to kiss me. But, something shifted in his expression as if in a series of split-second decisions or realizations, and he moved to just rub his forehead back and forth across mine...a habit of his I'd been familiar with for as long as I could remem- ber. "I love ya, Donny," he slurred about through the words, "you're a real ace for puttin' up with me." "I love you, too, Uncle Kent..." I half spoke and half mumbled as he pulled away and set to pulling on his socks, pants, and boots. As he zipped up and buttoned the Wrangler cowboy cut jeans he always wore, I noticed two things. One, was that he'd cut the waistband of them on each side. Once they were on, I could see that was so he could wear them tighter in the ass and crotch without pinching his waist. But, why not just buy a larger size? Second, and this might explain the question from the first, I noticed him haul that big cock up and across his hip so it made the long thick horizontal bulge in his jeans that I'd never noticed on anyone else. Suddenly, I not only now took notice of that familiar bulge...I was turned on by it. We headed the rest of the way to where we were camped and he threw a warm arm across my shoulders as we came in. "He found me!" Uncle Kent announced as the scent of grilled food filled the air. We ate. The adults played cards or dominoes as the night grew deeper. Late into the night as everyone began putting everything away for bed, Uncle Kent announced he wanted a bit a quiet time and was going for a walk. Mom turned to me, "Honey, would you go keep an eye on him. He's had a rough time and I just wanna make sure he's okay. He won't take it well if one of us goes, but he won't mind if it's you." I promptly agreed and set out in the direction he'd gone. It was so dark, I could only follow the sounds of his drunken stumbling feet and soon came through the trees to the creek. I couldn't hear anything now and my eyes searched in the dim moonlight. I began to notice very quiet heavy breathing to my right. I squinted my eyes and saw Uncle Kent's outline leaning one shoulder against a tree. I thought he might be crying, so I crept up slowly and quietly until I no- ticed the arm away from the tree moving at his waist in motion all males know too well. Suddenly, though, he just...he just wasn't there. I moved cautiously forward, trying not to fall or make any noise. Just after passing the tree, I was grabbed from behind with a wide rough hand thrown across my mouth. With the smell of beer still heavy on his breath, Uncle Kent whispered harsh- ly in my ear, "Keep quiet, jus' don't say anything. Okay?" I nodded yes into the hand over my mouth...kind of scared, but not entire- ly...kind of turned on, but also unsure. He spun me around. His face was strained with a rather desperate expression on his dark hand- some features. "Donny, I'm sorry," there was a kind of pleading in his voice, "but, I need this. Fuck, but I need this!" The last bit was ragged and hissed whisper as he pushed me to my knees onto the soft ground and grass underneath me. In a flash, all my senses were intensely heightened. I could smell the water from the creek and the pine of the trees. I could hear the light bubbling of the water and the soft breeze through tree branches. I could feel the two big hands firm on the sides of my head and the worn denim under my hands from where I'd grab- bed Uncle Kent's solid thighs to steady myself. Then, I felt something large, soft-skinned, cylindrical, and hard press and graze across my cheek and past my ear. The scent of fresh creek water and pine was replaced by that of cedar, male sweat, and cock and balls crammed inside jeans for hours. It was a feel on my cheek and a thick musk in my lungs that put my head in a dizzying spin. I knew what he wanted and didn't have room to consider whether it was right or wrong, Uncle Kent was an adult, I did what adults told me to do. On top of that, I wanted to do it. Faced with what he wanted now, even though it'd never crossed my mind before, I wanted very much to do it. I slid my hands up to find him, to find that thick cock that rested against the side of my face. Quickly, I found that his jeans were partway down his thighs as my hands crossed onto thickly-haired bare skin. The feel of all that hair sliding through my fingers incensed me even more. Sliding my hands further up, I found where his thighs met his crotch and my hands moved onto my uncle's big hard fat cock. My body shuddered and Uncle Kent buried my face into his crotch between his thigh and his cock n' balls. Hunching my hips back and forth to hump the inside of my shorts, I turned my head instinctively and began to nuzzle and lap Uncle Kent's low-hanging hairy balls. That elicited an immediate and quiet groan from above me as he moved my face back from the heaven of his crotch with all its wonderful smell and sweat-damp mass of wiry hair. "Scrawny kid, all wide-eyed n' gangly..." Uncle Kent's voice muttered more to himself than anything else. "...suddenly fillin' out...all arms n' legs n' firm muscle...sexy...naive smile..." He inhaled and released a long deep sigh. Both my hands slid over his cock, heatedly and avidly exploring every amaz- ing inch of my uncle's massive hard cock. "Strappin' colt...turnin' a man's thoughts where they shouldn't go..." It felt so thick, so hard, so long, so muscular...I almost felt I'd pass out just from touching it. But, then, my hands reached the head in their caressing motions and I felt rather than heard the groan escape my chest. The wide flaring head was as thick as it was long. Wide and dominating under its thick hood of soft skin, the size and shape of it under my fingers and palms rushed an aching need through every vein in my body. I was on fire for it with the feel of it. Demanding, pleading, harsh, and hissed through gritted teeth, I heard his low voice stretch out my name. I opened my mouth, licked my lips, and leaned in to find the beautiful head of Uncle Kent's cock with my mouth. As if guided by sonar, my mouth strained over the wide spread of that meaty cockhead at the same time as my hands inadvertently pulled the skin over the shaft backward. Not having ever put my mouth on a cock didn't matter as pure instinct took over. I knew things hadn't gone well for him lately, and I wanted to make this some- thing that did. I wanted to do this right. I wanted to be the one who did make him happy. I also knew he was drunk and that he would eventually sober up just as well as I knew what was happening between us would be considered 'wrong.' Later and sober, I wanted him to know my part had come from my own choice, and not him for- cing me into something for which I'd been unwilling. Instantly, it felt as if my mouth was filled to the brim with the huge head of the big older man's cock at the same time a thick salty fluid flowed copiously across my tongue. Something about that...something about knowing it was coming up from his big adult balls and going into my mouth to slide down my throat into my stomach left me feeling somehow special and as if I might be making him happy. Spurred on by the feeling I might be doing a good job, I began sucking and pulling at his cock, thrusting my head on and off of it as my hands released his huge hard meat and grabbed onto his big hairy thighs to pull myself rabidly on and off him, I could barely get half his big thick cock in my mouth, but the steady flow of what must've been precum bathing my tongue and mouth was more than enough to send that telling electricity racing up my prick from my balls. I mumbled and gurgled as quietly as I could while I sucked Uncle Kent's big meaty cock faster and more desperately. "Donny...!" Precum flowed faster and more plentifully into my hungry mouth. "Donnyyyyyyy....!" Faster and faster I plunged as cum began racing up from my own balls. Though the thought hadn't occurred to me before, I was now sucking another guy's cock. Not just another guy...a man...a big man...a big man that was also my own uncle. No, I hadn't thought about it before. Now that it was happening, though, there was nothing I wanted more. "DONNYYYY!!!" Uncle Kent hissed raggedly as he grabbed me by the hair and held me in place with just the head of his cock stuffed inside. That's when it happened. Frustrated with being held still, I flew my tongue all over the surface of my adult uncle's huge cockhead...slipping into the deep fleshy piss slit on every pass until a huge jet of cum exploded across it and left me struggling to swallow. I gobbled, swallowed, and rolled my tongue through all that thick white- hot male seed...thrilling in the force with which it burst in heavy streams against and over my tongue. By all rights and reason, I should have been shocked and grossed out. How- ever, only the opposite was true. I was drowing inside my head in Uncle Kent's thick flow pumping down my throat every bit as much as I was physically drowning in it flooding my mouth. At the same time, I was bathing my own cock and balls in an endless teenage load pouring into my briefs and shorts. Over and over I swallowed while I ran my hands up through the coarse hair of Uncle Kent's legs and ass to grab it and try to pull him back deep into my mouth again. That would have left no room for his huge load blasing inside me, and he must've know that since he kept me pinned just on the head to swallow everything he had for me. After what seemed like forever, Uncle Kent released my hair and the belching of cum into my mouth began to lessen. I dove onto him...sucking and thrusting my mouth hungrily on and off him. I thought this would be the one and only time I'd get to do this, and I didn't want it to be over. He had other ideas, though, and forcibly pushed me off his dripping fat cock. I looked up at him with what must have been a look of aching need for more. He stepped back and, with my eyes now better adusted to the lack of light, I could see the full length of his big, hairy, muscular height...jeans halfway down his thighs...big hairy balls hanging six inches or more below his huge cock... what had gone from an eight inch soft cock now stood proudly still steely hard at barely shy of ten and glistening with my spit and his own load. At the same time, though, I could also see the look of torment on his face. Exactly what I'd hoped to avoid, seemed to become a cloud of regret forming across his handsome bearded face. "Donny, I..." he hesitated as his eyes lifted up to search the sky with unhidden distress, "Donny, I'm so...." He abruptly turned and stormed away as he worked his jeans back up. I stayed there kneeling in the grass in a stunned daze over everything that'd just happened. From finding him beating off, to him pushing me to my knees..me sucking his cock with crazed heat, to him filling my mouth and stomach with his cum...me shooting my own load twice, and then him storming away. After quite a while, I started to get up when I froze at the sound of some- one stomping in my direction. Had he gone back and told someone what'd happened between us? Was everyone going to be upset and crazy? Why did he have to tell anyone? Who was it that was coming to get me? Oh god, my heart crashed inside my chest...please don't let it be Mom or Dad. Suddenly, Uncle Kent was there beside me. His jeans were up but the fly was still open with his big balls spilled out and huge hard hooded cock jutting out in front of him. The worn baseball cap he'd had on earlier in the day was back on and pulled low over his eyes while his t-shirt lay tossed over one wide shoulder. He stood there, hands on his hips with his chest rising and falling with deep rapid breaths. Something clicked behind his bloodshot eyes and he grabbed my arm to lift me from the ground and drag me away. I stumbled to keep up with his long determined strides as he stumbled from all he'd drunk. I wondered where he was leading me and why, but felt too intimidated by the intensity in his face to question anything. While I had no idea where we were, it was clear he did when we broke through the trees where all the cars and trucks were parked. He dragged me over to the bed of his, dropped the tailgate, and threw a wad ded up sleeping bag that'd been up against the cab over it. Uncle Kent turned me to face him and clumsily began nearly ripping my shorts open and then yanking them and my briefs down and off until I stood naked before him. Suddenly, I found myself tossed over the tailgate on my stomach and a big strong and heavy hand pressing into my back and pinning me to the bed of his truck. A thick slick and wet finger found its way into the crack of my butt and soon began being forced inside my hole while my legs dangled above the ground. "Uncle Kent!" I cried in a whisper. It hurt. The roughness of his thick finger felt like sandpaper pushed inside my young unexplored ass. The finger came out, but then two started moving in! Now, my asshole was being painfully stretched along with the sandpaper feel. "No, Uncle Kent, please!!" I pleaded as quietly as I could. "Goddamn it!!" He growled, but pulled the two coarse fingers from my as- saulted hole. He roughly flipped me over and slid me around so fast I lost awareness of how he had me until I found my neck resting on the edge of the tailgate and my head hanging over. One hand grabbed my hair and the other grabbed my chin. My mouth was yanked open and then that big fat hard cock of his was shoved in and down my throat. I bucked and twisted as I gagged in shock only to be pinned down by both big strong hands. He pulled out long enough for me to breath and then shoved back into my throat as his balls slammed against my forehead. When I began to gag again and with being pinned down, my legs went up in an automatic response just as he pulled back out to just the fat bulging head filling my mouth. His hands shot down to my hips and one went down and under my balls. Just as he shoved back into my throat, Uncle Kent thrust a wide finger back into my butt- hole. That shocked me out of gagging and allowed him to pull out long enough for me to get a quick breath before shoving that big behemoth cock back into my clen- ching throat. He began moving his finger in and out of my ass in time with shoving the full length of his monster-meat in and out of my throat. There was something in rough dominance of me...something in his cock owning my mouth and throat...something in his heavy hairy balls slamming against my fore- head...and, something in him just taking what he wanted that must've turned me on. I didn't think I was turned on, but was shocked to find my young six inch prick hard and standing straight up from my almost hairless crotch when he swatted it with his big bare hand. As he fucked my throat with his hard thick cock, fucked my ass with his finger, and punctuated it all with slapping my prick around on every thrust...each slap of my dick made things fall more and more in place with realization. He was turning my head inside out every bit as much as my body. He'd said earlier that he "needed this." I loved that he, my favorite uncle, was getting "this" from me. I loved the look of caring in his eyes when he'd said he was sorry. I'd wanted so badly to touch him when I saw him sleeping naked in the creek, but would've never done anything about it on my own and loved that he'd "forced" me into it. Now, with pleasure and discomfort spiraling through my body side by side, I felt as if both my body and heart were about to explode under the rough demanding touch of my big lumbering uncle. "Oh god.." I garbled around his pistoning cock plunging in and out of my mouth and throat as he once again added a second finger into my ass. This time the stretch drove me wild. It hurt, yes, but it also thrilled me. I don't know that I can explain it. It's just how it was. As I writhed even more underneath him, Uncle Kent began plunging his his cock in and out of my throat faster and faster at the same time as he slapped my prick faster and faster. I was nearing that place where my eyes would cross and my body would buck when he released my prick and my ass. Leaning back, he pulled his cock out to where just the head rested on my upper lip and one hand reached down to take my chin and hold my mouth fully open. His breathing was so loud it seemed to roar inside my ears. I could see nothing but the insides of his burly thighs and his two big balls rolling furiously in their hair-coated sack. Cum blasted into my mouth. It splattered against my tongue and I held my throat closed to keep from drowning in it. More shot out, bathing the inside of my mouth and pooling at the bottom. My hips shot upward as the taste of his load filled my mouth, and the smell of his sweat and cum filled my lungs. I felt the first shots of my own load shoot past my head and onto Uncle Kent's furry chest and stomach. More of his thick salty cum blasted into my mouth, and we began shooting the roping jets of our loads at nearly the same times. I closed my mouth without thinking to swath my tongue through my adult uncle's wonderful heavy cum before swallowing when he shot again all over my chin and face. I swallowed three times and then reopened my mouth over the wide meaty gushing head for more. God, I wanted as much as I could get from Uncle Kent and his big hot cock. Two and a half times he filled my mouth with some of it spilling down the sides of my face before I could swallow each mouthful down into my craving stomach. He really did "need this." After he'd stroked that last of it into my mouth, Uncle Kent used his cock to gather and push the cum from my cheeks and chin inside. Gratefully, I kissed, lapped, licked, and nursed every drop. Uncle Kent reached for one of my thighs and began urging the lower half of my body around and toward the edge of the tailgate. I scooted my body to follow as I grabbed his wonderful strong furry thighs and continued nursing on his still firm and hot cock meat. I'd never had sex before this. I'd never touched anyone but myself in that way. My thoughts had been filled with images of a round tit in my hand, a nipple in my mouth, smooth thighs around my waist, and my prick sliding into the wet cleft between a girl's thighs. This...this was nothing that had ever entered my mind, nor for which I was in any way prepared. This was sex with another guy...a man...an older, taller, bearded, muscular, handsome, and hairy man that was also an idolized uncle. There was nothing soft and sweet about it. It was hot, hard-driving, forceful, and forbidden I was sill floating in a hazy sexual heaven and discovery I had no desire to leave. I clung to his thighs and heavy horse dick as he moved me off the back of his truck until I sank weakly to my knees in front of him. His fat cock was still swollen, but now flexible and rubbery. It slid more easily down the back of my throat where I willed my muscles to open and close around it...massaging and stroking it with youthful appreciation for the wide adult male meat stuffed inside. (To be continued.) 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