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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 Pt. 3 I woke up just as dawn was beginning to break and dim light began sneaking in through the windows. I rose up from laying beside Uncle Kent with the urgent need to pee and a fullness inside me as if I had gas. I hurried from the bedroom and sat down on the toilet as piss burst from my prick and my ass opened for a huge amount of something to pour from inside. When I stood and turned around, the pale yellow of the water in the bowl was topped by a thick layer of globby streaming white stuff I quickly realized must be the heavy load dumped in there by Uncle Kent's big cock the night before. As I stood there reaching for the lever to flush, I felt the cheeks of my ass sliding against each other inside the cleft on the slick remnants of my uncle's cum. I reached for the toilet paper, but then stopped as I realized I liked the feel of it and what it meant. Some leaked down the area underneath my ass and the back of my medium-sized balls. Even though I was by myself, my prick swelled instantly while an embarassed half-smile crossed my face over how much I enjoyed the feeling of Uncle Kent's cum from last night still slicking up my ass and balls. The sheepish grin stayed in place all the way up to making it groggily back to the bedroom door where it was instantly replaced by a slack jaw. Even in the faint light just beginning to hit the horizon outside, Uncle Kent's long, dark, hairy, and rangy muscular body lay framed dramatically by the white sheets of the bed. Even fast asleep, the man was astonishing to look at. His bearded face was turned to the side away from where I'd been and his arms were out to the side with his hairy forearms and big wide hands with thick slight- ly curled fingers reaching up toward the head of the mattress in a kind of goal post position. Heavy biceps and shoulders rounded out his upper arms, while his hairy forearms had the look of huge oversized cobras. I ran my eyes down his strong tight hairy torso to where the leg on the side where his head was facing crooked out the side...eight inches of thick flaccid cock laying solidly across where his big hairy thigh creased into his groin. I quickly pulled my gaze away and stumbled sleepily back to "my" side of the bed before my quickly rising prick got the best of me. As I did, a quiet fear began to rise in the back of my mind. What would happen when Uncle Kent woke up after everything that occurred last night? Would he be uncomfortable and tense? Would he take me back home and end my helping him with the house? The instant I settled back in against him, Uncle Kent rolled over to throw a big heavy arm and leg over me and pin me underneath him as he had last night. Not being able to move under his significant weight was slightly uncomfort- able, but the trade off of being held under his tall hairy body more that made up for it. It helped me push my fears somewhat aside to at least be able to enjoy the feeling of being held by him for now. I awoke again to the smell of bacon and got up to stumble into the kitchen, forgetting to throw something on my naked body. Uncle Kent was at the stove facing away from me, dark curling hair bristling across his v-shaped back and broad shoulders...loose jeans half falling off the hard roundness of his ass with all its denser swirling inky hair...and, bare feet appearing from under the dark blue denim of those jeans. That moment spawned a turn-on that would last the rest of my life, the look of a big stong man in nothing but a pair of jeans. It came to mean relaxed, com- fortable, sexy, and all-male in my eyes almost instantly in those first few seconds of seeing Uncle Kent at the stove. "You're awake." I looked up from his jeans unaware he'd noticed me come in. The quiet smile on his face quickly changed to a momentary blank expression that was almost just as quickly replaced by a sheepish grin as he looked down to- ward the floor and padded smoothly across the floor toward me. He tilted his head down toward mine as big strong hands came to my shoulders. "Uhmmm, you kind'a need a shower, buster." I looked down as one of his hands came to my chest to flick at a wide flake of dried cum tangled in the light blond fuzz beginning to appear there. "Oh, um, yeah." I looked down feeling self-conscious and turned to head for the bathroom as one of those big strong hands came down to affectionately swat one of my ass cheeks. "Yeah." Came from behind me with a quick chuckle as I went back out through the doorway. I showered quickly and soon noticed that my young asshole was now swollen, puffy, and tender. Though not really sore, it felt as if Uncle Kent's cock ram- ming up into my insides the night before had somehow changed my hole in a way that was permanent. Getting out of the shower, I found my dried clothes from the back porch now halp-folded and laying on the toilet seat. I came back after dressing and brushing my teeth to find Uncle Kent sitting at the table leaning over his plate with a fork in one hand and a newspaper in the other. His short black hair was unbrushed and his permanent five-o'clock shadow was thicker and more dark than the day before. With the small scar through one of his thick curving eyebrows, the effect was starkly masculine and sexy. My head tilted to the side questioningly when I realized...table? He looked up to see the confusion on my face. A small grin crossed his face when the reason hit him. "ohhhhhhhhhh," He began, "yeah. I got up early and did a bit of runnin' a- round while you slept in. I figured we'd need breakfast, and I could pick up a paper and the kitchen table n' chairs from the U-Haul truck. We'll go back and drive it up here when we're finished so we can get it unloaded. Sound good?" "Sure." I sat down to a simple plate of heaped scrambled eggs and quite a few crispy slices of bacon. I looked down quipped with faked disappointment, "What, no toast?" That earned me a quick light smack on the back of the head. "Just eat, brat." Uncle Kent responded before going back to his own break- fast and newspaper. I took my first bite as something struck me, uncle Kent was acting almost as if nothing happened the night before. No tension...no announcement he was taking me back home and our deal was off. Questions ran through my mind. Had he been too drunk last night to remember? He hadn't seemed like it. He'd seemed much more drunk at the creek. Last night, his drinking hadn't even been noticeable. I was more curious than confused. Everything seemed more than fine, so I certainly was asking no questions. He finished his plate and set the paper down leaning back and locking his big hands behind his head. Looking up at the ceiling, he began, "I was thinkin' we'd go get the truck, unload everything, and then try t' get the house set up if we can do that all in one day. If not, we can just finish tomorrow." I barely heard a word, he looked so good sitting there all stretched out and relaxed. My eyes took in the athletic muscle of his stomach, chest, arms, shoulders, and neck...the dramatic sweep of his waist up to broad breadth of his shoulders... the strong hairy physique that wasn't overpowering, but just fit and natural. My eyes traced the shiny thick curls of dark hair that gave an almost animal look to his brawny form. For the first time, I also noticed the hair under his arms...how it looked extra thick and sexy like the hair surrounding his cock and balls. I began thinking about it in comparison to my own pale blond fuzz there. His was so much darker and abundant, without becoming overwhelming, that I found myself admiring and being drawn to it. My curiosity began rapidly rising about that often unseen part of his body when flexing biceps snapped my focus into realizing I'd been staring and that Uncle Kent had stopped talking. My eyes jerked up to his face. He smiled and flexed his biceps again, making his chest muscles swell out- ward at the same time. "Now, that I've got your attention again..." He repeated what he'd just said bout getting and unloading the truck as my face flushed and I went back to finish- ing my breakfast. Dusk had fallen when all but three pieces of furniture were out of the truck. We'd set up the house and put everything away, even hanging the pictures on the walls, as we'd brought it all in. Uncle Kent called it quits and had me call my parents again. I was so hot and tired by that time, I didn't even consider the possibilities that presented of spending another night in my handsome uncle's bed. The phone call with my dad was a quick interrogation of how things were going. Was Uncle Kent drinking? No, I lied. Was he doing anything dangerous or irrespon- sible? No, I told the truth. Was I okay with all the work? Yes, I told the truth again. Was Uncle Kent looking out for me and keeping me safe? Yes, I an- wered honestly. Had there been any problems? No, at least not the kind he was asking about. At the end of it, I was free to stay over again. "Got the third degree?" He chuckled good naturedly coming into the living room with a beer in one hand and a cola for me in the other. "Yeah, but it's all okay." I responded as he handed me the can. "Great." He pointed to the beer in his hand, no longer hiding the fact that he was having one as he'd done the night before. "First one, n' I'm not gonna let myself have more than three. New house rule for your fuck-up uncle." "No!" I began to argue, "You just..." "Hey, now." His face became serious...not hard, just serious. "I need t' do better n' make better decisions. I know that. This isn't somethin' I wanna talk about either. It's personal stuff I need t' do for myself n' the folks that put up with me. Subject change..." I looked at him as his gaze studied the room. The male scent of his body seemed t' steam off him in even as the heat of the day began to fade. A scent that was partly that of a heavy quilt just out of a cedar chest, partly a rich testosterone laden musk, and partly an earthy animal smell. I liked it and found myself drawing in deep breaths of the man beside me. He had smelled nice last night after his shower...clean and fresh with the faint scent of Irish Spring soap on his skin. But, that was a scent that could belong to anyone. This... This, though...was purely Uncle Kent. I was quite sure I could be blindfolded in a room with fifty people and be able to easily find him just by the rich, natural, and masculine scent of his strong and athletic body. "Place is lookin' pretty good, huh." He turned back to me, breaking me out of appreciatively studying his long muscular physique. "Well, yeah, actually." I frowned at the realization that the place looked much better than I would have expected from Uncle Kent. Everything was in blacks, browns, and tans...dark unvarnished wood...a few decorative western things here and there that were rather worn with age in a way that gave them character...and lamps with horseshoe bases and simple stained-glass shades. His taste was definite- ly his own, but it was really nice in a straight-forward and masculine way. "Swim?" His face turned quickly to mine with eyebrows raised in askance. "Oh man, that sounds good." I widened my eyes thinking about the long, hot, and strenuous hours we'd spent putting the house together. T-shirts were tossed next to the door of the bedroom followed by tennis shoes and big dusty boots as I followed Uncle Kent's lead in stripping down right there in the living room. Jeans and socks added to the pile topped with my briefs before I trotted after my uncle's long-legged gait out to the dock. "Now, lemme go first, boy..." He said when he reached the edge, and then added, "...non-swimmer." I came to a stop with an odd feeling seeping through me. Uncle Kent mis-read the expression on my face when he tossed a quick look at me over his shoulder, and added, "I just don't want anything happening since it's dark out this time." "Yeah, sure, I'll wait." I answered, sorting through the reaction I was ex- periencing. I was fifteen. I was ready to be a man. I was overly confident that I was smart enough to make my own decisions and take care of myself. I was sure of that, and hated having to wait three to six more years to be considered a man by every- one else. Still, when Uncle Kent called me 'boy,' something inside me smiled tingled and warmed. I liked it. Staring off into the trees, I had barely registered his tall naked body qui- elty diving in a smooth arch into the still water of the pond. Uncle Kent pulled his torso up from the water with wide hands on each side of his rounded shoulder suddenly and reached up to smack my half-hard prick with a broad calloused palm. "Git'cher tail in the water, boy, before you're head wanders off without'cha." He chuckled as I distractedly stepped forward to jump in and he lowered himself back under the water. I stopped at the edge of the dock and looked at the thing floating in the pond just as uncle Kent broke through the surface again and brushed water from his eyes. He looked up to find me still standing there. "Oh. Forgot. I grabbed this in town at that lil' fishin' store. Blew it up while you slept. I figured this'd be safer n' more relaxin' for ya till you learn how t' swim. Hell, it'll still be damned nice even afterward." It was a big square float with a six-by-six opening in the center where a nylon mesh stretched from each side with two cup-holders at each corner. "Oh, y' know what?" He asked, as if following my eyes. "Grab my beer n' your cola from the house, and then hand 'em t' me." "Sure thing." I answered and turned to go back inside the house briefly. Along the way, I realized I hadn't thanked him for the thoughtful gesture. "The float's really cool, thanks." I approached feeling a bit self-consci- ous about being openly naked while Uncle Kent's nudity was covered by water. "I figure it's a good investment." He casually responded. I handed him the drinks with him telling me to wait a minute before jumping in. He put mine in one corner and his in the next before coming back to the dock and telling me to go ahead and get in. I stepped off close to him, and then felt him bring me back up to the surface at the same time as I worked to do the same. "Here now, climb on in." He directed after I'd smudged the water from my eyes with him pressing my body into his. Reaching up for the float, I felt a strong hand under one arm, and another slide between my thighs from the front to grab my ass and rather toss me up into the center of the float. For some reason that left me tickled and laughing while he effortlessly kicked and slid his long, well-formed, dark, and hairy body in beside me. "Think that was funny, huh?" He grinned and grabbed me with his big hands tickling into my sides. "Yes! It was!" I howled and laughed. "But, stop. Please, stop!" I laughed even harder and squirmed in his grip. "Stop?" He asked as if unable to believe that's what I wanted and tickling me even more mercilessly in the process. "YES!" I howled again through my uncontrollable laughter, flopping and twis- ting in his hands until I was on top of him and in between his legs. "You sure???" He asked incredulously. "YES! YES! I'M SURE! STOP!" I laughed and cried out at the same time. "Well, okay, if you're sure..." I'd been arched above him, my hands pressing into his chest with my arms locked in an effort to get away from those torturous hands. The instant the tick- ling stopped, my tired arms lost their strength and I collapsed in heaving breaths onto his wide hairy chest. Uncle Kent's strong arms came around my chest, and his big legs encircled mine and then locked their ankles to trap me willingly inside. With no place else to go, my arms slid up and beind his neck at the same time as I turned my face up to look at his. I was treated to the corded lines of his muscular neck, the strong cut of his square masculine jaw, and the thick dark stubble peppering it. I craned my neck and stretched to kiss the harsh line of that jaw and then nuzzle my face into his neck. I wasn't really sure why I did it. I hadn't in- tended to do it. It just kind of...well...happened. His chest vibrated softly as a hint of something that might have been near a growl rose from his chest. It was so quiet, I wouldn't have heard it if I hadn't been right there against him. What couldn't have been missed, though, was the thickening and hardening column of flesh pressing a valley into my stomach as it flexed between us. My mind wandered through memories in that moment. Being at my grandparents at around five years old, and Uncle Kent coming in with a new gorgeous blond girlfriend who said she was glad to meet the nephew he talked about so much. I remembered my eyes rising up from his dusty boots, long jean-clad legs, and tight t-shirt to his smiling face...pride and admiration swel- ling inside me. Him coming out later to where I played in the now deserted corral that had once held horses. I was "hunting doodle bugs" in the funnel-shaped indentations they made in the sandy dirt when he walked up with a beer. He sat down, pulled off his boots, skinned off his socks and shirt, and "hunted" with me while we chatted about kid's stuff and I admired his bared and hairy torso. I thought about the time years later when he'd been over at my parents with another new girlfriend, this one also very pretty with long light-brown hair. I remembered noticing the thick lump that lay horizontally from his crotch outward across his left thigh. I remembered being so curious about that. It wasn't attraction or anyting at that age...just simple curiosity. I also remembered him helping me learn to fly the kite he'd brought for me, and the feel of his body pressing mine against it as he'd helped me from the roof after lifting me up there to rescue it. Again, it hadn't registered as sexual. I did, however, remember registering a warm tingly feeling from his hands holding me and my body easing down his. And now, here I was today...lying naked against his hairy muscular body with his strong arms and legs around me, his long meaty cock hard and pressing into my stomach. "Lemme grab my beer." The words were soft, heavy, and warm...his strong arms and legs releasing me from their firm embrace. I eased up and slid to the side of him in natural reaction to him twisting in the other direction for his hand to curve around the cold can. I watched him tip his handsome stubbled jaw back and strong throat muscles rippling as he swallowed. My eyes skimmed lower to the tower of jutting male flesh rising proud and hard from the lush damp hair darkly and richly framing the root of its surprising girth. He lowered the can, and I felt the heat of his eyes on me. "Can I touch...it?" I asked, blushing and keeping my eyes from rising to his face. "It?" His voice had gone quieter and deeper. "Your..uhmmm..." I hesitated, wishing I hadn't asked. "Cock, Donny." My eyes flitted left and right at nothing repeatedly before they cautiously rose to his face. Half-lidded dark eyes looking sleepy, yet also hot and intense, bored into mine. His head rose back a fraction in a slight nod of unspoken encouragement. "Can I touch your...'cock'?" I asked, feeling that was what he was telling me to do. My prick flexed suddenly rigid at that word coming from my throat. Uncle Kent's cock lurched repeatedly in the hot and humid summer night air, big round balls rolling up and down erotically in their long loose hairy sack. "It's all yours, lil' buddy..." It was barely a mumble rumbling up from his strong chest. The words "lil' buddy" warming and exciting me with their emphasis on the twenty-plus distance in our age and night-n-day differences in our bodies. Some of the tension in my stomach relaxed at the softly spoken words that seemed spoken with quiet affection. The soft words did something more than calm me. So far, I'd been nuts over being introduced to sex...male sex, and getting to experience my tall dark uncle's strong body with its hulking cock. His soft words, warm and gentle, added something more. I slid deeper into that feeling working one arm under his wide back and snug- gling more tightly against his long well-built body. The other arm reached downward and in between his thighs to graze my finger- tips over Uncle Kent's big round balls, circling the hairy orbs as they drew up toward the base of his thick rigid meat. Continuing upward, my fingertips reached the wide base of his cock and light- ly strummed up the tube in the center of the underside that was as enticingly thick as my small finger. By the time I reached where the fat steely shaft rode up into the prominent hooded head, pearly ooze coated it and the velvety foreskin strained under profuse swelling. "Get...out...of the float." It wasn't a growl. It wasn't angry. It was almost void of feeling. I looked up to find his eyes squeezed shut, his full firm lips in a hard line, the thick strong fingers of his big hands pressed the tips along the upper line of his forehead while solid thumbs pressed just above his outer jaw. "Get out of the float....and, up on the dock." Came from tight lips when I didn't immediately move. Confusion ran though me. He didn't seem mad or excited either one. I was at a loss to understand the abrupt change in him. Dejected, I eased my arm froom under Uncle Kent's back and moved to pull the float closer to the dock. I climbed out forgetting my cola and disappointedly wandered listless toward the other end of the dock only to find the world suddenly in a quick spin as arms barreled into me from behind drew me up against the sold wall of a broad hairy chest. Each fast and purposeful stride of Uncle Kent's tall body and long strong legs lifted and dropped me against him time and time again. We went up the steps to the back porch. The screen door was thrown aside and slammed back as powerful legs stomped into the bedroom. With no warning, I was dropped on the bed. No sooner did I hit the mattress than over six feet and of hairy bearded bearded muscle came down on top of me. The weight of Uncle Kent's tall solid body pinned me underneath as big rough hands slid and raked up and down my sides, over my shoulders, and down my arms and thighs. Those strong hands pressed and kneaded my flesh with an urgency that left the contact of them searing my soft skin. Suddenly, he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth grazing and nipping at my skin with the stubble on his jaw scorching the area below. Though no sound came from him but his heavy rapid breathing, my choked cries and gasps filled the room as my body quivered, jerked, and writhed under him at the hairy mouth firing heat through my veins with its inflaming assault on my neck. Wide sturdy thighs moved from outside to inside mine and shoved them wide to arch my ass back against him. A thick battering ram that felt more like a flesh baseball bat shoved past my tight balls and over the underside of my twitching prick. My own teenage boner felt like a magic-marker next to a drain pipe as the mas- sive girth of Uncle Kent's adult meat dwarfed mine. It left me with the feeling of a big horse collapsed on top of me and shoving its huge cock past my balls and much smaller prick. The added feel of Uncle Kent's thick muscular arms and legs around me only increased that feeling. I was almost going out of my head and flipped it to the other side. I tried to put my arms under my chest and push myself up from the mattress. Immediately, my arms were jerked and pinned above my head in the iron grip of one wide hand. That tortorous mouth clamped down on and set fire the other side of my neck. Uncle Kent's other hand moved down in between the dense wiry hair of his sto- mach and the smooth skin of my lower back, pressing my arched ass back down on top of the mattress as he slowly retracted that long hard fat horse-cock from under me. The ample hooded head prodded and stroked the line where one fifteen year old cheek met the other. Dick-drool began wetting and slicking that dark cleft still damp from the pond. Uncle Kent's mouth eased back just a bit from my neck, his hot breath still heaving across the new heightened nerves. Still silent, his hugely thick ten inch cock flexed rhythmically and pumped more and more precum into the now slick and creamy valley in between my cheeks. He moved his slender hips forward and slid the bulky head of his colossal column of cock-flesh down the inner line of my ass until the tight pucker nestled there brought it to a stop. From my shower, I knew that place on my body to be swollen, puffy, and ten- der. Still, my heart suddenly raced with the realization he intended to fuck me again. It raced with nervous trepidation over the huge amount of emotions and physical sensations that had bombarded me blindly from every angle the night be- fore every bit as much as with bracing excitement over the idea of being in his strong arms while he pleasured both our bodies with his own. My eyes buldged and my breath caught in my chest as my body went slack and cold from the aching dull pain that sudden shot out in a wave across every part of me. "You okay?" The first sound from him since telling me to get out of the float. I couldn't answer. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. All I could do was lie there and endure the rolling pain slowly pulsing through me. "Here..." Uncle Kent eased that rigid mass of meat and muscle from my hole, the released the hands above me head to place them on one thickly muscled and hairy forearm. "...squeeze my arm, or even bite down on it, as much as you need to." I dug my fingers in almost immediately when the pain returned sharply at him reintroducing his titanic male tool a few inches back inside me. I groaned uncomfortably as the ache and pain coursed through me anew. What was wrong? It had felt so good last night! Why was this so different? Was it only painless the first time? Oh, fuck! Oh, JESUS! He was pushing in deeper! The dull pain filled me up like ice water filling my body up to my eyes. I couldn't fight or even squirm. I had no strength. All I could do was lie there and take more and more of Uncle Kent's massive bull-meat up into my ass. Inch after impossibly thick inch forced its way into my young slender body. By the time the coarse hair surrounding that thick monster cock crushed into my ass, I felt like I'd become nothing more than a 5'5" human glove for Uncle Kent's hulking meat. The full weight of him relaxed unmoving on top of me. Quietly he held my body under his while it soon became apparent to me he was forcing himself to stay still to let me adjust the humungous cock invading my teen ass. He just lay his head against mine, fingers combing through my hair. I bit down on my lower lip, forcing myself not to sniffle or sob at the heat and pain coming from where his fat cock had stretched my asshole way too wide way too fast. The fullness inside me that somehow seemed to swell my heart. It battled with the ache that throbbed all the way past the base of my neck. I began to breathe again. The throbbing at my asshole began to slowly fade. My prick that had almost retreated to nothing twitched and began to fill back out. I turned my head slightly and pressed my smooth cheek into the rough stubble of his jaw as a relaxed haze took over where the fading pain subsided. Athletic hips eased back and hauled a few massively thick inches of hard ten inch cock from my body, and then thrust back inside in a demanding stroke that left me gasping out his name and raising my back up against his chest. "Uncle Kent!" Shock and mild discomfort peppered my voice along with an odd sense of excitement I couldn't explain. "Call me Daddy." His lips nuzzled my ear while his warm breath exhaled to tease and swirl inside. "Donny.......call me Daddy." "Daddy.." I breathlessly answered as my body began to relax again only to have him stroke a few inches of his big powerful cock from my hole and then thrust back in hard and deep again. "Daaaaaaddy!" Came from my throat, from deep within the center of my body where the broad head of huge drainpipe cock lay lodged up deeply inside my stomach. I didn't even think about the word or what it meant. He told me to say it and that's all I could process lying underneath his strong hairy body impaled on the incredible flexing cock between his legs. He pulled away from me. His dark eyes and stubbled face looked down on me hard and questioning. Purposefully, Uncle Kent began slowly dragging his huge steely length and girth from inside my belly. My breath caught, gasped, choked, and panted as more and more of his massive meat throbbed against and rode across my widely displaced asshole. My hands flew to dig my fingers into flaring forearms on either side of my head. Wide eyes stared up and over my shoulderin a mix of heat, disbelief, and hero-worship. "Uh, uh, uh, uh...." My quick panting turned to clipped and quiet cries when he began alternating short stabbing strokes back inward on his slow extraction of the heavy horse-cock between his muscled hairy thighs. Reaching the wide flange at the base of his meaty cock-head, Uncle Kent slow- his retreat further to where my hole stretched achingly wider over the hefty slo- ping flesh. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, God...oh, God...oh, God..." I twisted my head left and right over the slick massive head pulling my hole even tighter and turning it into a fire- storm of almost unbearable searing sensations. I was on my back before I knew what was happening. All light was blocked out by the broad muscular hairy chest above me and my legs fell on either side of Uncle Kent's waist as his battering ram cock tore up inside me with one earth-shattering thrust. "CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIST!!!" I yelled, feeling like a telephone pole had been shoved up inside me to the base of my neck. My fists hit the pillows on each side of me and then Uncle Kent's back, and then the pillows again. My back arched upward and ground my smooth chest and stomach into the wiry hair of Uncle Kent's. I dropped back down to the mattress and pushed my ass harder back against him, feelin' the incredibly thick base of his humongous cock stretch my hole ec- statically wider. "Oh, God..." I lay under him, heaving my body up against his chest and back down again, pressing my ass back against him and then relaxing back...all the while groaning and writhing in the feel of his huge cock buried deep inside me. Uncle Kent rose up and back onto his knees, his mouth slightly open and his eyes blinking slowly as if just realizing something important. He began easing his cock from my body, and then stood and left the room with- out a word. I heard a can being opened as I lay on the bed unsure of what was happening. Shortly, another can was opened and was followed by a third. On the fourth, I rose from the bed and walked to the dark kitchen in time to see the tall sillouhette of Uncle Kent's broad back slip out the back door. I followed. "I've fucked up my own life more than enough, I can't do that t' yours, too." The words stopped me midway through stepping out the back door behind him. "I'm sorry, Donny. About everything, I'm sorry." He tipped the can back and drained the contents in a series of swallows, crushing the can and throwing it out into the grass dejectedly when he finished. I stepped on throught the door and came around in front of him with my head down. I took a deep breath and wrapped my arms around him to pull myself tight against him. "I'm sorry." I meant it. I didn't like seeing him unhappy. From everything, I'd heard, he'd had enough of that. "You're sorry?" He asked. "There's nothin' for you t' be sorry about." "Your unhappy because of me. It's my fault because of the creek." "No. Now, Donny. You didn't to anything, I forced you." His voice was kind, but sad. "No, before that." I began my admition honestly. "When you were asleep and Mom sent me t' get you." "Huh? Uhm, I'm sorry, Donny. I don't understand. But, you didn't do any- thing." "Well, yeah," I sighed, "I did. I stared at you. I wanted t' touch you. I was scared to, but it's what I wanted. When I got sent out after you when dinner was over...well...what happened was what I wanted." "So," I hugged him tighter, "it really is my fault. And, I'm sorry. I didn't mean t' 'cause you any trouble." "No, you... Shit... Donny..." Arms that'd hung slack at his sides reached up to hug me back, fell away, and then reached up to wrap lightly and tentatively around my shoulders. He sighed deeply and heavily. "Donny, we're both..." Another sigh. "We're both guys." "Yeah." It was all I could say. "Have you thought about that?" He asked with deep concern. "A little, I guess." I rubbed my face softly against his hairy chest, feel- ing a safe warmth from the contact rather than sexual excitement this time. "And?" He asked with a touch of frustration in his deep voice. "I dunno...doesn't much seem t' matter." I didn't think about my answer, it just came out. "Doesn't matter?" His voice was still quiet, and not disbelieving..just asking. "No." I searched for a way to explain. "I love pizza. It's not like I have t' think about that. I mean...well...I guess that's what I mean. I don't have t' think about it. That's how I feel about you. Kind'a like pizza, I guess." I had been completely and simply serious, yet my explanation brough a rumb- ling chuckle from the strong chest where my head lay. "Pizza. You love me like..." He stopped. His breathing stopped and his whole body went still. Uncle Kent pushed me away and held me at arm's length. Even in the dark of the night, I could see his eyes search my face. I saw the dim light catch an added sparkle along the lower rims of those eyes as they studied me intently. His lips parted as if about to say something, but then closed as his throat swallowed hard on nothing. His head turned to the side and his gaze struck out far into the distance. Turning back, he pulled me into his arms again. Rough hands moved up my arms to clasp my face and tilt it back. I looked up into the handsome and rugged planes of Uncle Kent's dark mascu- line features. As his face dipped down, my eyes slid closed and something wet dropped on one cheek just before his firm full lips came down on mine. His tongue moved inside my mouth, filling it and exploring every corner. One hand left my face to reach between us and bring the thick column of hard flesh between his legs up between us to burrow solidly into my smooth stomach. That hand then moved to my back along with the other and began circling, mas- saging, and stroking as his kiss deepened and intensified. Those big, rough, and calloused hands moved farther down until kneading the young smooth globes of my ass. Strong fingers eased them apart and then reached inside to stroke effortless- ly across my tight, quivering, and already precum-slick hole. "UHHH!!" I groaned into the kiss and rose up on the balls of my feet. One bear-paw hand turned me around by the hips while the other reached for my jaw t' hold my face in place and keep the kiss from being broken. Thick cock slid between my damp thighs and stroked the underside of my balls. My legs trembled at the sensuous contact and I couldn't help the groan that rose up from my chest. Uncle Kent eased back and angled his hips so that beautiful mule-dick aligned with and slid up the crack of my ass. "Please, please, please..." I mumbled against his lips as my tongue struggled against his to get the words out. They came instinctively from some part of me deep inside with no thought behind them...just an unnamed desire for Uncle Kent to want me, take me. A blind need was taking over for him to give me what no one else ever had and what I wanted from no one else, as well as a deep rooted desire to feel and drink in his excitement and extreme pleasure at having me underneath him. I wanted it all. I wanted to feel myself get what I needed from him and feel him get what he needed from me. I would figure all this out years later. At the moment, though, it was all just an emotional and sexual tornado whipping through my body and mind. My asshole opened and five of the full ten inches slid into me. I hadn't felt it coming or him adjusting his position. I shuddered and let the strength drain from my legs and upper body as my own weight carried me the rest of the way down to the base of Uncle Kent's throbbing steely width. But, I began losing my balance with him holding my jaw and me sinking back onto him. I began tipping forward and broke from his hold on my face. I reached for the railing of the porch where it opened to walk down to the back yard at the same time as I reached back for his waist. Sensing I was in trouble, Uncle Kent tried to pull me back. But, my weight carried us both stubbling clumsily down the two steps and into the grass. We both ended up dropping to our knees, and what happened next was almost as if Uncle Kent had planned and practiced it. He rolled me onto my back till my legs draped on either side of him and then in one swift move, pulled me up above him to straddle his waist. One arm moved around one of my thighs and I felt him position the bulky head of his thick cock right on my fluttering butthole. Then, he pulled me tight against his chest with his arms wrapping like steel bands around my back leaving my chest level with his face. He thrust upward. "OH FUCK! OH CHRIST!" My hands flew to fist in his short hair as my insides were shoved apart for his hulking cock. He pulled back and rammed back in. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! JESUSSSSSSSS!" He pulled back to just the flaring head and then drove back in, all the while holding me in a iron grip so the hair of his stomach and chest scoured mine as well as my jerking prick imprisoned in between us. He thrust inside again, setting into a powerful rhythm of shoving his huge meat into me and then hauling it back out. His face ground against my chest, his beard scraping my tender skin. His mouth found one nub on my chest. His tongue swiped, lips pulled, and teeth nipped as I bucked and floundered over him...riding his deep thrusts wildly and mindless- ly. Again and again, he drove deep and hard into me at the same time as attacking my chest with his wicked mouth. I couldn't take it. It was too much. I began yelling, groaning, and crying out. It was his arms crushing me against him. It was the bearded mouth terrorizing the nub of my smooth chest. It was my cock grinding up and down inside all the dense coarse hair of his stomach and chest. It was his huge baseball bat cock thrusting deep up into my stomach. It was my assring riding up and down that incredibly thick adult male meat as it destroyed my fifteen year old hole. I arched and thrashed as cum exploded up from my balls and spewed in between us. As my tight hole beared down on the long hard fat cock barreling in and out of me, Uncle Kent released my back and grabbed my hips with demanding and powerful hands to slam me on and off his huge jerking horse-dick. All at once, one of those big strong hands leapt from my hips to the back of my head and pulled my face down to kiss him in a move that bowed my back tight- ly. Less a kiss and more him exhaling and growling into my mouth, he held me there as his huge cock began leaping, jerking, and wrenching deep within my insides. That massive slab of adult meat seemed to twist and buck inside me as heavy jets of cum began rocketing out and heaving his thick jolts of explosive seed against the taut walls of my ass hugging and clutching his erupting cock. I howled and clawed at his hair, neck, shoulders, and back...the feel of his huge meat blasting cum inside me tore at my mind every bit as much as the earth- shattering flow of teenage cum bursting from my own prick. Gasping and panting in time with each other and into each other's mouths, we both rode out the ragged release exploding through both our sweat-soaked bodies. His breathing began to slow slightly, replaced by his thick mouth-filling tongue swiping, teasing, and stroking against my own. The kiss played out long and soothing as his body and mine slowly climbed down from their intense sexual exertion. "Jesus...." Uncle Kent sighed long and exhausted as he leaned forward to gently ease me onto the ground underneath him. His dark handsome face stared into mine with a look that was part surprise and part affectionate appreciation. "We should get you t' bed." It was barely a whisper that was followed by a soft kiss on my forehead. "Easy, lil' buddy..." He quietly sat back and began hauling his fat monster cock from deep inside me with aching slowness. God, even his easing that huge cock of his from inside me set my body on fire once again. He couldn't possibly know what it felt like to me to have his big mature cock inside me...moving into me...and, moving out of me. It was if the steady retreat of that massive meat was tugging at every possible emotion inside me as well as further inflaming the tunnel of my ass deep within me and the tight ring resisting his massive departure. I gasped and writhed, throwing my head back, when his ten inch length finally reached the point where the wide beefy head forced my hole wider and then allowed it to slowly close as if in a kiss over the slope to his substantial piss slit. He rose to stand above me...dark, muscular, hairy, and sweaty at the same time as I did my best to clamp my distended hole down so I could keep his heavy load inside me. Reaching out one of his massive hands, he pulled me up on shaky legs, and then moved me to walk in front of him up the steps an into the house. As much as I tried otherwise, all the thick cum dumped up into my belly began drooling in uncontrollable streams from my overly stretched asshole. There was a heavy sigh followed by hs deep voice saying, "I gotta piss." He moved past me and into the bathroom without turning on the light while I realized I had to go, too. I stumbled in after I heard his stream stop and the flush of water. Moving to stand over the toilet, I let loose and caught the sight of Uncle Kent at the sink. He'd flopped his big cock over the edge. I watched as he soaped and rinsed the heavy slab of firm meat off before giving it a quick swipe with a towel and then headed past me back into the bedroom. I stroked out the last of my piss quickly and then reached into the shower for a wash cloth to wipe away the white streams and gobs of adult cum now streak- ing down the inside of my thighs. By the time I finished and wandered back into the bedroom, Uncle Kent was sprawled out across the bed on his back much like when I'd first seen him naked and napping in the creak. My god he was hot all stretched out, long dark hairy body, muscular, rugged, and handsome...peaceful and relaxed with his hairy legs spread wide, heavy cock and balls resting solidly across the mattress, and big hands clasped behind his sleeping head. I could hear the soft snore from his rising and falling chest. A tingle ran through me. My prick swelled and twitched. I didn't even think. I moved to the edge of the bed and slid up between his relaxed hairy thighs. Nudging his meaty cock with my face, I got the head in my mouth and slid my tongue up under his velvety foreskin to swirl over the plum-sized head of his for- midable dick. There was no change in his breathing, but his thick cock swelled and thrust another couple inches of considerable girth into my widely stretched mouth. It ran quicky through my mind that it felt as if I had one of Uncle Kent's beer cans stuffed inside my mouth. I swiped my tongue across the underneath and was rewared with further hard- ening of his fleshy shaft. The more I quietly worked, the harder his male firehose became. Soon it was rigid, steely, and pulsing inside my mouth..his balls drawing up in their hairy sack and then descending back down its six inch length in a slow erotic rhythm. Still, his body remained lax and his breathing deep and steady. His quiet snores remained undisturbed even as precum began leaking across my lapping tongue. I pulled my arms underneath me to reach my hands up and stroke the long hairy sack containing Uncle Kent's huge balls. Stroking and tugging at them, my mouth picked up its pace on his fat stiff cock. Precum flowed more heavily and Uncle Kent shifted his body slightly left and right as I worked lovingly on his long fat meat. His soft snoring continued as a thought entered my mind. Palming Uncle Kent's heavy ballsack in one hand, I cautiously moved the other hand against the damp cleft of his hairy ass. I stroked my fingertips into the sweaty curls and against the meeting of his muscular cheeks at the same time as I suctioned more of his impressive hard cock in and out of my mouth. Moving into the slick flesh, I curled and stroked my fingers deeper and deeper conservatively until they could go no further and had found my uncle's hidden hairy asshole. Something jumped inside me at the contact and I struggled to take more of his fat meat at the same time as I began strumming my fingertips gently across the tiny opening between the cheeks of his hairy ass. Uncle Kent's cock flexed intensely hard and an extra heavy flow of precum flooded my mouth. Spurred on by his reaction as well as the quiet change from merely snoring to snoring softly with clipped intakes of breath in between, I began toying and teasing the tight hairy pucker with tentative caution. His hips began moving. I looked up to find one of his big hands now running back and forth slightly through his hair, though his snoring continued with its continuous gasping inter- ruptions. He was thrusting his fat, profusely leaking cock in and out of my face while grinding his ass against my careful exploring fingertips. Suddenly, his asscheeks clamped down on my fingers...his tiny hole clenched and spasmed...and, his heavy hard meat jerked inside my mouth. His snoring became a series of clipped "Uh's" as adult cum raced up the thick ten inch shaft to explode inside my mouth. I wrapped my lips tightly around the abbreviated thrusts of Uncle Kent's wide mule-meat and swallowed only what I had to so I could bathe his cock in his own cum and swim my tongue through the salty globs of it. I pressed my tongue right up against the wide meaty slit of the big fleshy head of his cock and groaned inside as powerful jet after powerful jet of adult cum blasted across it. I ground my hips into the sheets and began shooting my own load at the feel- ing and taste of it exploding into my waiting mouth. Blast after blast spewed across my tongue and filled my mouth as I swallowed and swallowed only what I had to. I lay there dumping my own load into the sheets as Uncle Kent brought out my worship of him with his massive cock and humungous reserves of male seed yet again. Even after my own load petered out, still more cum belched from his fat, ten inch cock and into my hungry mouth and stomach. I savored every thick blast, every salty eruption, every deposit of his al- most never ending load till it finally did begin to lessen and end. Only when the steel in his shaft began to fade did I finally suck the last of his incredible cum from the head and let his fat cock drop from my mouth. I eased away and moved to slide my body into bed beside him and curve it a- gainst his. One arm came down and wrapped around my back, Uncle Kent's rhythmic and quiet snoring was almost immediately back in it original relaxed cadence. He mumbled in his sleep. "Huh?" I asked in a whisper. He mumbled again in between soft snores. "What?" I asked as quietly as before. "The front-loader...be ready Wednesday." The gentle snoring continued while I smiled at him talking in his sleep. He mumbled something, again. "What?" I asked quietly as I had before. He stretched out slightly and pulled me tighter. "Donny....." a couple more snores rolled quietly and the arm around my back twitched slightly before he continued, "...call me Daddy." "Daddy." I smiled as I answered. He pulled me tighter in his sleep, "Mmmmmmmm....." I glanced up to find a pleased half-smile on his handsome sleeping face be- fore I nuzzled mine into the hair on his chest and drifted off contentedly. (To be continued.) Other stories: Discovering Uncle Tip http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/discovering-uncle-tip/ Teddy's Discovery http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/teddys-discovery/ Hay Baling and Uncle Buck http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/hay-bailing-and-uncle-buck/ Bad Uncles and Dads http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/bad-uncles-and-dads/