Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2001 14:31:21 -0800 (PST)
From: WorshipsMuscleChubs <worshipsmusclechubs@yahoo.com>
Subject: Big Bear Uncle

This is a work of fiction to which I retain all rights except those I grant
the Nifty Archive as needed to publish it on the net.  It involves
consensual sex between a 17 yr old boy and a 58 yr old man.  It is
semi-incestuous as the man is in the boy's family tree but not a blood
relative.  If this offends you yadda-yadda-you-know-the-drill.  Feel free
to write me at worshipsmusclechubs@yahoo.com to chat about hot man2man sex.


			      Big Bear Uncle
				 --by WMC

	I loved my great Uncle Roy.  He was my maternal grandfather's
youngest brother by adoption and, as such, was only thirteen years older
than my father.  Roy was by far, the most handsome man I have ever laid
eyes on.  He had never married and, although well educated, had devoted his
entire adult life to the small farm he inherited from my great
grandparents.  The hard work showed magnificently in the firm convexity of
his 5' 10" and nearly 300 lb frame.  Huge muscles bulged almost obscenely
beneath a layer of fat that attested to the healthy appetite his farm work
required of him. Twinkling eyes peered over a close-cropped beard that hid
the lower half of his seemingly always-smiling face and his deep voice
boomed up from his barrel chest with a friendly authority that made you
eager to do anything the man asked of you.

	As a school-aged youngster with working parents I frequently spent
my summer days at Roy's farm, helping with chores and taking every
opportunity to admire his physical presence.  His farm was on my mom's way
to work so the almost daily arrangement must have come as a relief to them,
as I'm sure they had wondered what to do about me when school let out.

	Summers are quite hot where we live so we were always wearing as
little clothing as we could get by with and still tend the farm.  The work
was hard but he was never too busy to let me admire and feel the power of
his expansive muscles.  At such a young age I had no idea why, but the
sight them glistening from the sweat that matted his dusting of body hair
to them was spellbinding to me.  Even so, he always managed to make me feel
like one of the guys.  He had a wonderful knack for being able to relate to
me as a kid without making me feel like one.

	Whenever we would take piss breaks together or go skinny dipping
after a hard day's work he never made me feel self-conscious about my
fascination with his body.  I must have made him crazy with all my
questions about our physical differences yet he always answered them with
the most sincere and reassuring tones.  Even after I had reached an age
when my constantly straining erections made the source of my fascination
with him totally obvious, he continued the physical openness with me that
had been the hallmark of our close relationship.  Sometimes he would even
sport erections of his own after seeing the effect his nudity would have on
me.  His eyes would sparkle as he smiled and carried on with business as
usual, not uttering a word regarding our mutual hard-ons.

	By my junior year of high school I began to realize that I was
turning into quite a husky fellow myself.  I studied my nude body in the
mirror at home, comparing myself to a lifetime of mental notes I had made
of Uncle Roy and hoping someday to fill his shoes.  As inevitably happens
with high school boys, one of my school chums introduced me to the porn he
had discovered in his dad's workshop.  Suddenly thoughts of Roy's
grandfatherly bulk pressed to my maturing body in heated passion began to
fill my young mind, and I was helpless to keep them at bay.  It seemed I
thought about him all the time and the harder I tried not to the more
abundantly those wonderful, yet tormenting thoughts came.

	I stopped by his farm on the way home from school one day after
having spent the entire day with his wonderfully masculine form fixed in my
mind's eye.  I just had to see him for real to make sure I hadn't
exaggerated his rugged beauty.  We did a few chores together and, at their
conclusion, he struck a pose I had both seen and visualized him in many
times over the years.  He rolled his left hand into a ham-sized fist and
rested it on his hip as his right hand undid his fly and freed his meaty
member for a much needed piss.  His chin rested on his massive chest as he
watched with obvious satisfaction as his thick, yellow stream arced out
from beneath his hard, round gut.

	My eyes were transfixed by this manly display as I absent-mindedly
launched into the story of my first porn sighting.  I told him how big all
the guys' dicks were and how in this one picture the guy with the biggest
one was shoving it up a girl's butt.  How it looked like it was hurting
her, but like she was sort of enjoying it too.  Uncle Roy's dick quickly
grew as hard as I've ever seen it and choked off the flow of his urine.

	"Well, thanks a lot!  You couldn't wait until I was done taking a
leak to start that story?" he said with a bit of a laugh, but clearly a
little flustered too.

	"Wow!  I see I'm not the only one in here who likes buttfucking," I
said in obvious delight and awe, "Ever put that thing up somebody's ass?
Can one as fat as yours fit in a butt?"

	He worked a bit to maneuver his throbbing, rock hard member back
into his pants and said, "I want you to come with me.  I reckon this won't
hurt anything now that you've already seen a fuck book.  I got some more
that I think you'll like a lot better."

	Once inside his house he disappeared for a minute and then returned
with a cardboard box, which he set in front of me.  He took the lid off the
box and said I should help myself to anything that interested me.  When I
stood up and looked down into it I saw men, naked men and some of them even
looked kind of like Roy.  I was dumfounded!  Uncle Roy grabbed a few and
pitched them by his chair.  He went for a beer and, when he returned,
opened his fly.  Grabbing up a few of the books he freed his fat pecker
from the confines of his pants then sat and started thumbing through them,
alternately sipping his beer and stroking himself.  I loved the books and
tore through several of them with my own meat in hand, but I couldn't keep
my eyes off of Roy either.

	Suddenly he patted the couch beside him and said, "Get a load of
this guy!"

	I moved to sit beside him and my great uncle draped a full-page
picture down the side of his belly of a guy who could have been my age
tucked under a firm, fuzzy gut that could have been Roy's.  About 4 or 5
inches of monstrously fat dick showed from the young man's ass, his
lily-white cheeks tightly clenched against the great width of the
dark-colored, vein-ribbed invader.

	"Damn!  Look at the size of that thing!  It must be as big as
yours!" I said with my eyes bouncing between the picture and Roy's rigid
organ.

	"He's a hell of a man alright," he agreed, "Let's go ahead and look
through the rest of this one."

	Roy thumbed back to the start of the pictorial.  I stared in wonder
at the Santa looking man with a young man's head in his lap who had his
lips to the head of Santa's dick in a tender kiss.  Roy suddenly let go of
his hard-on and wrapped his thick arm around my shoulders, drawing me
tightly against his bulk.

	"My hands are a little full here.  You mind turning the pages for
us and maybe grabbing up a handful of ol' Roy's dick for him?" he asked
matter-of-factly.

	My hand trembled as I got my first feel of the warmth and thickness
of Uncle Roy's fantastic meat filling my grip.  I could hear my pulse as I
looked into his handsome face.

	His eyes twinkled as he winked at me and said with a smile, "My
balls need some air.  How 'bout reaching in my pants and digging 'em out
for me?"

	I quickly honored his request, gently lifting his manly orbs one at
a time through his tightly stretched fly.

	"Ah-h-h-h-h!  That's MUCH better!  Thanks, Pod!" he said with a
squeeze on my shoulders.

	Pod was his nickname for me.  It was short for "podnuh" which he
started calling me years before whenever we would play cowboy.  Running my
hand up and down over his belly-thumping dick and those enormous balls of
his the name "Pod" had never made me feel so special.  Page by page we
studied the pictures until at last Santa proudly beamed his contentment
down into his boy's adoring, come-coated face.

	Before too long the rest of the book had become history and we were
sitting there playing with each other's dick and balls while we talked, our
special connection growing deeper with each passing minute.

	"I've always felt so secretly ashamed of my feelings about men -
and especially for you," I confessed.

	"Yes, I understand completely," he countered, "I saw myself in you
from a very early age and hoped above all else I might be able to help you
in ways that nobody was able to help me so many years ago.  I was always
attracted to big strong men, that certain combination of muscle and
belly...your great grandfather in my case.  I figured about the only way I
was gonna know what it was to feel such a man was to become what I lusted
after myself.  I had to stumble along well into my thirties before I found
out I wasn't alone.  And I knew from the earliest hard-ons you got feeling
my muscles or seeing me naked that you liked the same thing.  I knew that
if I didn't seize this opportunity today I might not ever find the courage
to do this again."

	He told me in the most reassuring tones that everything I loved and
lusted after was all right and he allowed me to explore his beautiful and
powerfully built body, tasting and feeling his large, dark brown nipples
along the way.  He gave me my first tongue kiss and absolutely electrified
me in the process.  I slipped down onto the floor between his powerful
thighs and made love to the hard, fuzzy gut that had fascinated me for a
lifetime, the feel of his thick hard-on and man-sized testicles against my
torso fueling the intensity of my passion.

	I leaned back from him and admired his kingly presence, his swollen
manhood standing proudly at attention over his magnificent nuts.  Unable to
resist the grand prize any longer I pressed my nose to the gaping piss slit
of his bulky erection and took a whiff of its pungent scent.  The width of
his dick head was well over twice the width of my nose and when I pulled
away a strand of clear ooze still connected me to it.  I instinctively
gathered it up on my finger and tasted it, pleased with its salty flavor.

	I followed the example of the young man in the pictures and
proceeded to lower my mouth over the plump head of my hulking uncle's dick.
He moaned with a sound I had never heard from him before.  Through hisses
and sighs of passion he coached me how to use my mouth on him to his
greatest pleasure.  The feel of my lips stretched around him and the salty
tang of his taste were giving me the biggest thrill of my young life as we
soared together.  I took every cue and followed every direction he gave me
with pride and love.

	He soon placed a hand on the back of my head and pushed me down on
his dick as he rewarded my suctioning mouth with several creamy blasts of
his ejaculate.  I savored its taste and let it roll over my tongue for some
time before swallowing.  I jumped up on his lap, my legs on either side of
his, and he guided my mouth to his for another deep kiss.

	When we pulled apart he licked his lips and smiled as he said, "You
taste like my come."

	I laughed as I joyfully put my head on his barrel chest and hunched
my hard-on into his gut.  As I did this I felt the head of his dick push up
into my crack.  I reached back and began pushing it harder against me.

	"I know what you want," he said as he placed his huge hand over
mine and began hunching his glans with increasing force against my exposed
sphincter, "but not today.  You have a lot to learn about man sex and we
don't want to complete the course in one afternoon, do we."


		(to be continued if the response warrants it)