Date: Wed, 15 Jun 2011 09:45:27 -0700 (PDT) From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR Subject: MDB Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 1. Uncle Don Pt.2 This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author's imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time. This story may contain scenes of a graphic nature between father and his sons, or under age boys and adult males, which may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. 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Wanting her husband for three years now had felt okay, never once had I ever thought anything would actually happen. Now that it had, I felt sick about it. On top of that, how could I face Uncle Don again??? God, he hadn't called me a fag, just a whore. But, didn't that have to be what he was thinking of me now? I figured he must have it in his head now that his nephew is a total queer. I'd had such a huge crush on the loud bastard for so long, what he thought of me mattered a great deal. I never wanted to have to face him again. Not only Aunt Ann and Uncle Don, though, there was myself. I felt so dirty and ashamed. What I'd done now felt disgusting. It hadn't been how things are supposed to go. My first sex with another person should've been with a girl...grabbing and licking her tits while sliding my dick inside her pussy. Instead, I'd been forced to suck a big man's huge cock and then been fucked up the ass by him. AND, I'd been turned on by the thought of it for years already! God, there was something really wrong with me. I'd kept his cum up inside me the rest of yesterday and last night. This morning, I had to get it out. I didn't feel 'hot' any longer, it just reminded me of what a sick pervert I must be. Locking the door for my shower, I searched the cabinets for an enema thingie. I knew Mom kept one or two in there, and finally found one way in the back under the sink. I used it over and over and over until I felt there had to be nothing left. Though I thought it would help, I still felt like a disgusting pig for what I'd done yeterday. When I got out, Mom was rushing to leave for church and Dad must've already been out working on something. "You better get it in gear, Chip, Don wanted that mower back early so he could mow before it gets too hot. He said 8:30 on the phone last night." She continued, grabbing her purse and heading out the door, "N,' you know how your uncle gets when he doesn't get things exactly how he wants 'em! Bye now, sweetie." Damn it! Well, she wouldn't know when I left...so, I just decided that... Then, that same door opened as I heard her start her car and Dad walked in after brushing the bottom of his boots off on the mat. As he walked into the kitchen to refill his cup of coffee, "Better get a move on. Git'cher shirt n' shoes on n' I'll help y' load the mower in your truck." Double damn it! "Okay, Dad." Shit, shit, shit..... A few minutes later when we pushed the tailgate up with the mower loaded into the bed of the pickup, "I just need t' stop and get gas." I know it was lame, but it was all I could think of to delay the inevitable. "Well, make it quick...I don't want Uncle Don callin' all riled up 'cause you dragged ass gettin' over there, son." He called out, walking back inside the house. I drove over, but couldn't pull into the driveway. I just couldn't. Luckily, their house...like most ranches and farms in the area...sat about two miles off the road. So, there wasn't any way for him to see me go by. I drove up a couple miles and pulled off to the side. I sat there until noon when I knew Aunt Ann would be getting back from church. I would just make an excuse of engine trouble, and then get out of there as fast as I could. Sure, Uncle Don would cuss and yell...but, it would be quick and then I'd be able to leave. Aunt Ann was standing outside the house with both kids talking to Uncle Don when I pulled in. Mom must've just dropped them off. She looked over with a smile and waved sweetly as Uncle Don levelled me with an icy stare. Him standing there shirtless, sweaty and hot, he looked even more imposing and masculine beside petite Aunt Ann all dolled up for church. Big leather work gloves over wide muscled hands, his standard size thirteen or fourteen brown work boots, faded jeans barely kept from falling off his ass by a thick brown belt, curling thick hair pelting his belly and forming a wide triangle at the base of his back before spreading out over the rounded exposed globes of his meaty ass, and beat up cap pulled low over his hard eyes kicked my level of dread yet another notch higher. I got out, shoved my hands in my pockets and walked up. "Sorry I'm late. Trouble with my truck, it keeps stalling on me." "Oh you poor thing. Don, why don't you take a look at it so he doesn't get stuck beside the road on his way home. Maybe it's just something little and easy." Aunt Ann offered. "Woman...why don't you jus' leave offerin' my help t' me." He leaned down to kiss her on the cheek and then swat her lightly on the butt. "I'll make sure the boy's taken care of, you jus' worry your pretty lil' head about lunch. "Bout 2:00'd be good." "Alright." She answered brightly, "If Don's still looking at your truck, maybe you'll stay for lunch. Maybe I'll give your folks a call and see if they'd like to come over, too." She looked at Uncle Don, "Maybe we could have a game of cards afterward?" "Now, don't go makin' a big fuss...I got a lot t' do t'day n' time t' stop n' eat. But, I got no time for silly socializin'." His harsh tone softened, something I rarely if ever saw, at the look of disappointment crossing her delicate and pretty features, "Aw hell, call 'em up n' make plans for some night durin' the week or next weekend." He added, as if giving in much more than he wanted. She immediately brightened and smiled widely, "Oh, thanks, honey. Okay, kids, let's go get changed..." She walked into their house leaving Uncle Don and me alone. He turned to me and clamped a big leather-gloved hand down on my shoulder, squeezing harder than was comfortable. "Let's get that mower out and take a look at that engine." "Oh, I can do that later when...." "Boy......." His voice dropped threateningly. "Okay, sure." I turned and walked to the back of my truck, hoping he wouldn't notice me shaking with worry about what was to come. Even with Aunt Ann right inside the house, I still somehow didn't feel safe. We got the mower out, and he took my keys off my belt loop without breaking the strained silence. Climbing in the driver's side and starting the pickup's engine, he ordered quietly, "Get in." I complied, and he backed up before turning off the driveway and onto the dirt road leading behind the house. When we came to the gate leading out into the pastures that made up the 120 acres of land they ranched, he told me to get out and open it...then, to close the gate after he'd pulled through. When I climbed back in, he took off away from the house. Staring straight ahead, he asked, "Engine trouble, huh?" I didn't respond. I knew not to. "Seems t' be running fine, now..." His voice quiet and matter of fact...the deceptively quiet tone somehow making me feel even more worried. We drove a while in silence, until we came to where the road crossed a low creek. He pulled up into the shade of some trees with us now well out into their land, and miles from the house. Opening the door, and hauling his big frame out of the pickup, "Well, let's take a look anyway." I got out and crossed to the front of the truck. His steps measured and slow, he reached down and pulled a dry blade of tall grass from the ground and stuck it in his mouth...the part outside moving as he chewed on it lazily. I backed up as he came around to the front, realiziing I should have opened the hood. He got in between me and the truck, but didn't open the hood. Instead, he just turned and leaned his weight back against the grill...hooking both thumbs in the waistband of his jeans at the center where his belt buckle lay, dragging them down toward his cock another inch or two, and staring down at me from under the bill of his cap. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, he turned his head to squint off into the distance and said quietly, "So, what's the problem here?" I looked at his handsome chiseled and scruffy profile, finding that I no longer felt disgusting and perverted...but, that I also no longer felt hot and excited. I simply felt unsure. I found that standing in front of him, I felt kind of lost...my dick swelling some in excitement again, but then shrinking back with the sense of not knowing what to do or how to feel about myself. He stepped away from the truck, turning to look at me again... a slight sneer crossing his rugged face. He came closer, chucking me under the chin, "Huh, fucker? You got'cher panties in a wad over somethin'?" He stepped around me as I stood there in continued silence, my mind racing with possible answers...racing with questions about the feelings rising up in me again and the struggle to make sense of it all. Suddenly, he pushed me from behind...making me stumble up against the front of my truck. When I started to raise myself and get my balance back, his hips pressed against me from behind and captured me between his body and my pickup. The leather of his gloves scraped against my skin as he jerked my t-shirt over my head and tossed it to the side. "By my count, you been trespassin' into my stuff and beatin' your sorry lil' weinie over my magazines n' pictures for more'n a couple years now. So, what's the problem with you finally gettin' what you want, boy? "I don't know, I..." I tried to answer, hating the weak whiney sound of the words. He cut me off by grabbing the back of my neck and tossing me to the face first onto the ground. I landed spread-eagled in the grass, and started to raise myself up. "STAY THERE, goddamn it!" I dropped my arms back down. "Git them pussy-assed shorts off. N,' be quick about it...I got work n' a wife t' get back to." When I started to raise up and do what he asked, he ordered, "No, you lil' shit...stay down there n' get 'em off without gettin' up. Your sorry punk ass can at least do some work here." Tears began to sting my eyes again as they had yesterday. There was so much I didn't understand about how I was feeling. It was part fear... knowing he could do whatever he wanted with me and not knowing how far he would take it. It was also part excitement...he was right, part of what was going on inside me was that I was finally gettting what I'd fantasized about all this time, I was just getting a LOT more than what I'd bargained for. And, part of it was purely sexual...the excitement of his big hard body, the smell of his sweat, the deep demanding sound of his voice, the rough aggressive way he gave me no say in what he did to me, and....yes....his huge powerful cock with its low-hanging bull balls. The tears wetting my eyelashes seemed to come from everything, the enormity of it all...the being introduced to sex by this big rugged man, the fact that he was so confident and demanding, and the fact that he was so skilled at making my body respond to him in ways I'd never imagined. I had to lift my hips once I got my shorts to my knees. I felt the warm summer air hit my butthole as my cheeks pulled tight and it was exposed blatantly to his stare. I twisted my head some to look behind me. There he stood...spread-legged leaning back against the front of my pickup. One hand was down at his side, while the other was up at his face as he spit into his palm. Below, his belt and pants hung up partway down his thighs. I watched as the hand at his mouth dropped and began to wet and stroke that muscled-up bull cock standing menacingly straight out from its thick nest of dark curling crotch hair. Twenty years later, I've still never seen a man look as hot as Uncle Don did right at that moment! "Jesus christ, you're slow!" He leaned forward and stormed over, dopping to one knee beside me and yanking my shorts impatiently over my shoes. "You make me wait four goddamned hours for your sniveling ass t' show up..." He jerked one of my thighs away from the other, spreading my legs and ass further before bringing a heavily gloved hand crashing down on my open ass. The sting was lessened by the thick leather, while the impact and sudden pressure on my asshole made both it and my dick jump with a deep dark sexual thrill that shot up into my stomach! "...and, then..." he continued, bringing his hand back down solidly on my spread cheeks and flexing butthole, "...you take your goddamed time shuckin' your shorts? There somethin' wrong with you, fucker???!!!" He smacked my ass again, harder, shoving my upper body against the ground underneath me. All the while, his thick rock-hard cock pressing against the side of my hip...making me crave the feeling of having it inside my hand, mouth, or ass. "I don't have fuckin' time t' waste t'day, I got too damned much t' do..." I heard him spit in his hand and then felt it smeared roughly across the tight ring of my ass, "So, this is gonna be fast n' hard, boy." He pulled the glove off with his teeth and let it fall onto my back as he shoved an oversized thumb up inside my hole with no warning. "OH GOD!" I gasped, as the thick rough digit was shoved inside the soft tissue of my young butt...my brain and ass struggling with the sand- papery feel of the sudden intrusion. "Yeah, that's right...I'm your fuckin' god, and you're my lil' punk fuckhole. Aren'cha boy? Aren'cha!!" He growled using the strength in his arm and thumb to jerk my ass from sided to side, slamming me into him, and then lifting me partially off the ground...stretching my asshole callously in the process. "Yes!" I cried, not from the discomfort...but from the truth of it. Here I was again...overpowered by my rangy stud of an uncle and in the middle of it...all but being raped by the big man, and forced to admit at the same time that I wanted it. It wasn't just his big cock, I wanted the whole man. I wanted the feel of my big Uncle Don's body behind me taking what he wanted from me. I wanted it to be him as much as I wanted his cock...his big hands on my skin, the smell of his sweat soaking my nostrils, his deep voice filling my ears, his breath against my neck, his hairy thighs scraping the back of mine, and his heavy balls bruising mine once he began pounding my ass in the way I was sure was soon coming. "That's better. My fuckin' whore, aren'cha?" He spoke in broken phrases as he manuevered behind me and shoved my naked knees apart with his still clothed in his faded dusty jeans. "Fuckin' whore......for your Uncle Don's......big fuckin' cock......aren'cha?!" "Yes!" I groaned in answer, noticing I sounded every bit as hungry and desperate for it as I felt. The head of his cock nudged up against my tight hole, on fire now since he'd abraded my tender ass with yanking his wide thumb roughly from inside. He paused, and I turned my eyes up as high as I could in that position to see him looking down at his cock and my ass. "Damn, boy," he chuckled, shaking his head slowly from side to side appreciatively, "you ever see a fuckin' piece of meat that fuckin' big?" "No.....sir.....," I panted, "...Uncle Don." His face lost all expression as his eyes travelled up my back and locked onto mine. Then, his eyes narrowed to determined slits and he hunched his hips forward...that wide blunt head topping the length of his long fat shaft plunging inside my hole along with several inches of steely brutal shaft. "AWWWWWWWWW FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!! SLOWER!" I begged, desperately...eyes clouding with the sudden pain as real tears began streaming from my eyes. "PLEASE!!!! God. Slower!!!" My hands shot behind me, latching onto his thighs and trying to push him away...instinctively trying fiercely to dislodge his telephone pole cock from my painfully stretched hole. "Aw, hell, you lil' piece'a crap! Not again..." The brutal advance of his mammoth cock stopped as I felt his body moving behind me, and then my hands being jerked behind my back. The clink of his buckle telling me he'd pulled it free from the belt loops. I felt the leather encircle my wrists and then pulled tight. He leaned forward across my back, the carpet of hair on his hard stomach pressing into the skin of my back. The weight of him pressed my hips lower and my knees wider...sweat from his chest and chin dripping onto my back. He forced another couple inches inside me. "Oh god...oh fuck!!!" I cried and tried to squirm. Pinned under his weight, though, all I could do was grab at the hair on his stomach...the springy sweaty curls just slipping right through my fingers. "Christ, y' lil' pussy..." He clamped a big hand over my mouth, the smell of sweat and leather assaulting my nose and lungs erotically, "you wanna man, you gotta buck up and take it like one." "Agggggghhhhhh YE-AH!" He shoved the rest of his whole damed fuckin' huge bastard cock up inside my ass, shredding the thousands of nerve endings there and settig off bright lights that flashed like fireworks inside my heated brain. I yelled into the thick calloused skin of his hand even as I licked at the rough palm, struggling to come to terms with unlikely mixture of dull pain wracking my young body and the intense sexual excitement sizzling through me right beside it. "Oh yeah...that's m' boy....that's my lil' whore..." he growled from above me, sliding his cock back out of my electrified hole, "...that's my fuckin' lil' ass-puppy. My yelling ceased quickly as my ass stretched open to accomo- his long fat cock more quickly than it had the day before. Soon, I was groan- ing and lapping at his palm avidly as he began fucking that mule-dick of his in and out of my tenderized hole. "Suck it, y' lil' pissant, suck it like you sucked my fuckin' cock yesterday....suck it like you wanna drain the cum from it, you fuckin' lil' slut!" He moved his hand some and shoved his thumb inside my mouth. Oh god.......I knew it was his thumb and not his cock somewhere inside my head. But, fuck! When I did what he demanded, I swear it felt like I was sucking his fat slab of beef at the same time as I was having that huge cock shoved in and out of my teenage ass! It drove me insane!!! I had to cum! I had to touch my dick. I couldn't stand it, the sensations and excitement were scrambiling my brain! That massive cock vacating my ass and leaving it desperate to be filled again...and then shoving back inside and filling me with more than what seemed humanly possible was more than I could take!!! I began crying against his thumb, humping my hips back to meet his powerful thrusts and get every centimeter of that hot cock inside my body! I was right on the verge of cumming, but couldn't get over the edge...going fucking nuts underneath my brute of an uncle! "Oh yeah! Ride me, y' lil' slut...ride my big fuckin' hog!!" He reached up with the hand not at my furiously sucking mouth, and braced himself with the top of my head...using it for leverage to pound my ass more severely...a small shock of pain shooting through me every time his massive balls crashed into my smaller ones. "Call me, 'Daddy'!" He demanded between heaving breaths. I barely heard him, carried away on the mind-shattering feel of him fucking my ass with that huge battering ram and shoving that fat thumb into my horny mouth. "Call me, 'DADDY!' YOU FUCKIN' LIL' PUSSY!!!" He yelled, the intensity in his voice telling me he was as close to cumming as I was. "Daddy!" I garbled around his thumb, not wanting to stop sucking the thick digit that felt like his cock in my mouth. "Oh FUCK!" He muttered heatedly. "AGAIN!!" He demanded, clearly losing control! "DADDY!" I responded, pulling my mouth from his thumb. "DADDY!!!" I cried again, diving back down on that thick thumb...something in him ordering me to call him 'Daddy' making me even hotter for him than before! "FUCK ME, DADDYYYYYYYY!!" I yelled, stuggling against the thumb in my mouth to get the words out....desperate to make him happy, desperate to have him shoot his load up inside me, and desperate to shoot my own horny load! "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!" His voice rose from a low growl to a loud yell. His rhythmic pounding turned to brutal stabbing thrusts that went even deeper than before, stretching my ass even further as his hips slammed his cock in to the bone! I thrashed underneath him...my ass, balls, and dick tingling with an orgasm that was shooting through my body even without my cum shoot- up through my dick. I was caught in mid-orgasm, and not able to get com- pletely over the top...crazed, I was frantic for release. I felt his huge cock flexing and dumping load after load of cum up inside my body, filling my bowels with his thick white hot spew. Through, it all, I barely noticed the hand being pulled from my mouth and off my head. I barely felt the belt being loosened and pulled from my wrists. I finally came halfway to the surface from the limbo'ed climax shattering my mind when he flipped my writhing body onto my back and climbed up to straddle my chest. He jerked my head up to the slimy cum-covered meat jutting from his hairy crotch, the hair matted and messy with the jism coating the thicket it at the base of his hulking ass rammer. "Suck it, boy!! Suck it now and fast, y' lil" slut, and you'll bring me off again!!!" He half demanded, half yelled like a wild man. I dove onto it, tasting his thick salty sweet cum. I lapped at it, gulped, swallowed, and milked the big fucking thing for all I was worth... still squirming and desperately trying to reach around his solid body to get at my own dick. "Oh FUCK!" He raised up on one knee, and then the other... dragging my face up with him as he continued fucking my face and throat full of his sloppy cum-leaking cock. He then stood fully up on shakey legs...dragging me onto my knees in the process. Grabbing my head in both hands now, he leaned forward and began fucking my face viciously! I lost the ability to do anything with his cock except kneel there in front of him as he slammed his fat ass- splitter in and out of my throat! In this position, though, I could reach my dick. The second I got my hand around it, before I could even get in one stroke, it began firing off into the grass between Uncle Don's wide-spread work boots. "SUCK!!!" He yelled and pulled his cock out to just the head and an inch or so. My hands flew from my spewing dick and up to his hard tanned pec's...latching on and squeezing the manly solid muscle as his cock swelled and flooded my mouth with the first eruption of his second load. Jet after jet filled my mouth as I hurried to swallow every tasty deposit, the feel of it filling my mouth over and over equally as hot as the feel of it splashing against the back of my throat and the thick tube on the under side of his big meat pulsing against my tongue with each round. As the cum belching from the end of his fat cock and his heaving breaths began to slow, he planted his hands on his hips, "You been with a girl yet, boy?" I shook my head 'no' as I continued milking and nursing his softening meat. "Need t' remedy, that..." I felt, rather than saw, his brow furrowing as he looked off into the distance, "...too much pleasure t' be had in this world t' get all twisted up in jus' one part of it. Yep, a whoooole lotta pleasure...." His voice faded off. "Now, clean me up good, fuckhole. Then, you can rinse your sorry tail off in the creek." He returned to his normal booming voice and abrasive attitude. We drove back without anything further being said from either of us. He got out and left me alone in the cab as he walked away and around the back of the house. I slid over into the driver's seat and drove off with my ass still throbbing and my mouth coated in his taste...no longer carrying the feelings of being dirty and disgusting that I'd woken up with that morning. Somehow, I felt as if a whole new world had opened up. And, not only was it okay, it was great...exciting...and wild. I felt as if I'd just taken my first significant step toward becoming a man. *** Uncle Don fucked the hell out of me several times a year after that till I went off to college. It would be five years before I saw him again. I'd gotten married by that time, in the town where my bride had grown up. My parents and a few aunts and uncles showed up, but not not Uncle Don and Aunt Ann. I called him when I was passing through on my way to a seminar in Dallas for the company I now worked for. He met me at a truckstop restaurant well outside of town, drilling me with a knowing look when he climbed out of his truck after pulling into the parking lot. After we ate, he tipped his head toward the bathroom of the nearly deserted place and I followed him in. He locked the door, "We gotta make this quick...and YOU gotta be QUIET!" Finishing his sentence with a not-puttin'-up-with-any- bullshit growl. I dropped to my knees as he dropped his jeans halfway down his thighs and sucked him till he began fucking my face as furiously as he had when I'd been in high school. When he came, he pulled out for every other shot and caught half of what should have been mine to savor with his cupped hand. I stopped being disappointed, though, when I realized why. As the last of his load was milked from the hulking shaft... I stood, turned around, and freed my own aching dick as I shoved my dress slacks and briefs to my ankles. I felt one of those big calloused hands I'd come to miss so much slathering my asshole with the warm cum pooled in his hand as he pushed me over the bathroom sink. I looked up into the mirror as his eyes met mine and he began forcing my almost re-virginized asshole painfully back open for the first time in years. I bit my lip and clenched my jaw against yelling out as he looked down at me in self-satisfied arrogance...shoving the whole thing up inside me in one long, smooth stroke. "No one else?" He asked with a raised eyebrow from his hand- some rugged face. "Um mm." I answered, tears falling down my now adult cheeks. He nodded slowly, easing his long fat cock back out of my cum lubed hole..."Good." And, shoved it back in so fast I climbed up onto the tips of my toes. "Still, your Uncle Don's little whore..." he whispered low and deep, grabbing me by the shoulder and setting in to fuck my ass hard and deep, building up to slamming into me in the way that'd branded my young ass as his many years ago when I'd been so young and inexperienced. He filled my ass with his huge load and left my hole and my balls sloppy with the mess that leaked out the sides of his cock as it finished ramming into my abused ass. I was glad I'd learned from that first morning, after he taken the virginity from my teenage butt, to clean myself out thoroughly when I knew I'd be seeing him. So, I dropped to my knees again and fisted my cock as I swooped onto his slimy cock and sucked his thick sweet and salty cum off that thick slab of meat. Afterward, I was cleaning the cum off my own dick and hands... and his off my ass, balls, and thighs when one of those big rough hands slid down my cheek to take a gentle hold of my jaw. He tilted my face up and looked down at me in one of the few signs of affection he's given me before or since. "Good t' see ya, Chip." Was all he said, with only the slightest hint of a smile on his weathered face before turning to unlock and walk out the door. *** I'm now thirty-six, and Uncle Don is fifty-eight. He's still a big bull of a man...rugged, handsome, and as hard- working as he was two decades ago. Though his hair is now steel-grey...all of it, from head to toe...he's still the most handsome bastard I've ever seen. Unlike Uncle Don, I stay in shape at the gym in the Austin where I work in an office. It's funny that I stay fit and keep my swimmers build, not for my wife, but for the few times a year I get to see Uncle Don. At weddings, reunions, or any other family get togetherd...we find some reason to head out on our own for an hour or two. Everyone thinks it's great that we seem so close, because he's still such an overbearing loner. If they only knew.... Even though he's still brutal in the way fucks me both in the face and in the ass, and harsh and abrasive in the things he says to me as well as the way he continues to force my submission to his larger solid physique and huge horse-cock...I love the man. I love how he treats me like a man and fucks the hell out of me as if I'm his to do with whatever he wants. I love how I feel stuffed and filled with his massive cock...still the biggest I've ever seen anywhere but in maga- zines. And, I stopped feeling sorry for Aunt Ann and their two daughters years ago. Though, Uncle Don is far from a touchy-feely man, there's as much love and affection in a gruff slap on the butt or hand squeezing a shoulder as there is in long warm hug from other men. So I know he loves me, too, in his own stoic way. Other than his wife, daughters, and me, there's no one else in the family but me that he ever physically touches. Every year I get a birthday card signed almost illegibly in clumsy scrawled pencil, "Uncle Don and Aunt Ann." Nothing more is written inside, and I doubt Aunt Ann knows anything about them. I also feel special to him because I don't think there's been another guy in his life since well before the first time he all but raped my seventeen year old ass nineteen years ago. I know there hasn't been another man for me. And.......I doubt there ever will. 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/