Date: Tue, 4 Dec 2001 15:39:50 -0800 (PST) From: WorshipsMuscleChubs Subject: BIG BEAR UNCLE (part 2) 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. I can be reached at worshipsmusclechubs@yahoo.com for comments and hot chat. BIG BEAR UNCLE (part 2) --by WMC For a while right after that whenever Uncle Roy and I were together I would inevitably end up at some point with my face on the business end of that incredible dick. Nothing had ever felt more natural than putting myself heart and soul into these celebrations of the incomparable standard of masculinity he represented to me. More and more weekends we found ourselves scheming up excuses to my parents for me to stay with him. Getting to sleep naked with him in his bed was heaven. Because he always drifted off so quickly I would frequently find myself lying next to the warmth of his firm corpulence, just staring into the peaceful expression on his ruggedly handsome face. Then I would snuggle up to him and he would instinctively take me under his arm, my head resting on the thick mound of relaxed muscle that was his shoulder while I hunched my hard dick into his hip. Then, feeling completely secure and content, I would follow him off to sleep. Sometimes I would briefly stir in my sleep to find him huddled against my back spoon fashion, a powerful arm draped over me and the head of his erection nestled in the crack of my ass. Anytime I would awaken before he did I could depend on his beefy hard-on to greet me, his huge balls hanging low and very loose over the butt crack that would have otherwise shown from between his spread thighs. I would press the beast to his lower belly and his reflexive response was to hunch into my hand. Gently easing under the covers until I could take him into my drooling mouth, I would lay my head on his gut and lovingly nurse on his bulbous glans. With eyes closed I tenderly ran my lips over its rubbery surface and worked my tongue into its widely flared opening, savoring his salty ooze. As often as possible I tried to wake him in this way, to the wonderful sensation of my throat repeatedly conforming to the shape of his super engorged glans as I tried in vain to swallow it. The coaching he had given me that first time must have been to teach me everything he had come to love about getting blown, because after that he started giving me free rein to explore my own fascination with his wonderfully potent sexuality. He told me he placed his trust in me to give him everything I had and that he knew I wouldn't disappoint him. I especially enjoyed it when he inspired me with words of approval and appreciation for the techniques I was developing. Of course at his age and with his added bulk he didn't come nearly as quickly as I usually did. That I would receive his load was never in question, but how long I would have to dedicate myself to the task sometimes required more endurance than I was capable of. Only then would he offer his always- helpful advice. "Ok, Pod, slow it down...slower...that's good! Try putting more suction on my dick head and less throat action. Oh, yes-s-s! Good boy! Now keep that up and listen to what I have to tell you," he once instructed me during one of our early sessions. I could just barely see his smile beaming over his manly paunch as I backed off his meat and worked his glans per his instructions. He then continued, "When you take a man's dick in your mouth, well, that's a commitment. You are telling him that you want his seed inside you - that he can expect to leave it there. Now, a real man is not going to just give that up to you without making you work as hard as he can for it. Such a gift would not be desirable if it could be easily obtained, right? That said, when you do set out to service a man, make sure he's a man whose load you will be proud to take inside you, give yourself to him with all you've got, and expect him to give it in return." My jaws would invariably start to ache from his thickness and, on those occasions when my mouth was simply unable to muster a pleasing degree of suction on him, he would good-naturedly intervene on my behalf and bring himself to orgasm by either fucking my face or just jacking himself off in my mouth. I was completely in awe of his endurance and would openly praise him for it while I lightly sucked the remnants of his come from his deflating erection. At the conclusion of my oral service I always found myself kissing and sucking on his great balls, telling him what a large and delicious load he had put in me. A sinewy hand would land on the back of my head and gently press my face into his aromatic sac while I thrilled to his contented sighs. He would always make sure we switched places so he could give himself to me the same way. I was clearly no match for him as far as penis size went but he always seemed to sincerely enjoy himself. He could swallow my meat with no problem and use his throat in ways that invariably thrilled, surprised and educated me. Establishing intense eye contact with me he would slowly work his mouth up and down on my shaft, making a wonderfully lewd show of my length and girth for me. But, alas, I was never able to outlast his endurance and he could coax my load up in what seemed like comparatively short order. Once in a while we would actually have to get out and work, but mostly he had already done the work before I arrived so we could have the entire time to laze around his house and enjoy our nakedness. Often when the weather was warm we would go skinny- dipping in his pond and bask in the thrill of outdoor sex. Roy never did anything half-heartedly and, when he wanted outdoor sex, he made sure we had all the amenities. Several quilts and comforters served to cushion us from the hard ground and we always brought along a cooler of beer and food. Under the shade of a big tree we would spread out and spend hours teasing each other near orgasm then stopping at the brink. That was where Roy showed me what he called the 69 position, with him on bottom and me on top of his mountain of powerful bulk. We became a circular current of sexual electricity. Every pleasurable jolt he injected into my young body through my rock hard erection seemed to find its way to my cock-stuffed mouth where it was imparted back to him. At one point he let my dick just sort of sit in his mouth and I felt his hands grab firmly on my butt cheeks. He started slowly kneading them with his thick fingers, gradually closing in on my exposed hole. Soon one of them was right on it, massaging it with slight pressure in circular motions. The electrical current jumped up a few notches and caused me to work his grand hard-on with that much more enthusiasm. After several minutes of this the finger left my ass and I felt it slip into his mouth next to my dick against his tongue. He then replaced it on my tingling hole with greater pressure, pushing me to greater heights of intensity. Again he slipped it into his mouth with my dick and when he pushed it against my hole that time it slipped right in. In and out the fat digit slowly slid through my clutching sphincter, igniting my sexual passion like a bon fire. In that glorious moment sex became less about mere orgasms and more about the transcendental bliss of belonging to...no, becoming a part of...this gloriously...incomparably MALE being that was my uncle! It was as though the inescapable gravitational pull of his masculinity had effortlessly absorbed me. Suddenly his finger sank completely inside me and triggered an orgasm like I had never experienced before. Almost simultaneously Uncle Roy let fly with a load that threatened to overflow my dick-engorged mouth. As the afterglow of our earthshaking eruptions set in I slid my mouth up his veiny shaft with the tightest suction I could muster in order to have as much of his come as possible to savor and swallow. He continued to milk the head of my still hard dick in his throat while I sucked up the coagulating remnants of his delicious load from his fat, come-dribbling cock. I scrambled off of him and snuggled up to his great bulk as I gleefully reported to him on each and every one of the incredible sensations he had helped me to experience. He chuckled out loud as each exaggerated description was topped by the next, thoroughly enjoying my impassioned praise. He guided my hand down onto his softening erection and I slowly pumped it in my trembling fist as he said, "Your asshole can provide you with the most incredibly erotic sensations you will ever know...with the proper source of stimulation, of course." I smiled and cuddled up as closely and tightly to his expansive girth as I could, keeping my fist clamped around his dick to confirm that I got his meaning. From that moment until he finally penetrated me the size of his erect penis took on a somehow menacing look that only fascinated me with it all the more. That night in bed I lay next to Uncle Roy with my head in his lap, gently slapping my face with his semi-erect dick as I kissed and sucked on his egg-sized nuts. He ran his left hand from my shoulder down my side and over my belly where he grabbed my hard- on. "There's nothing like that first time you get to play with a man who can lay out a slab of dick that takes your breath, is there?" he asked me as he gently tugged on my meat, "It can make you lose sight of what's between your own legs but trust me, Pod...you got a nice one, too! I can hardly believe that what's in my hand right now belongs to a 17 year old." I swelled with pride at his words and proceeded to stuff my mouth with his half- hard dick. Slowly jacking him I thrilled to the feel of him swelling to full erection in my mouth, gales of deep laughter rolling up from his cavernous chest. If I do say so myself I put on a dick sucking clinic for my massive uncle, complete with an elaborate display of just how long and incredibly fat his beautiful cock was. Soon I felt his hand on the back of my head. He just laid it there and gently squeezed my hair up through his thick fingers, but as I saw myself in his bureau mirror it looked like he was pumping my mouth up and down on him. My dick was absolutely rigid as I watched myself servicing him and I had no idea what I had done differently, if anything, but Uncle Roy's savory load came up and filled my come-hungry mouth in record time. "Damn, Pod!", he exploded, "What a hell of a blow job! Get up here quick...I need my face fucked good and deep. I want you to ram this thing farther down my throat than you've ever had it before. Make me feel like useless pussy!" Spurred on by his pep talk I mounted his handsome face and proceeded to mine his throat for gold. He took my butt cheeks in his powerful hands and helped me achieve the deepest, hardest thrusts I ever had. Before long he slipped one of his fat fingers in my asshole and pushed my come button again. I went off like a gusher. My load flew into his throat in torrents, each erotic jolt electrifying my entire body. He let me withdraw until only the head of my dick was in his mouth and began sucking out my remnants until my gland was in so much pain I collapsed on him in a mixture of moans and laughter. He pushed me off of him and rolled on top of me, then planted his tongue deep in my mouth. I could taste my come in his kiss and filled with pride as I did. "You're becoming a hell of a man, Pod!" Roy assured me. Before long we drifted off to sleep. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning I awoke to Roy's dick head burrowing into my crack. I reached back and parted my cheeks to accommodate it, letting them snuggle around its heavenly firmness. His gentle rocking motion instantly became more insistent. I thought he must be awake and I was happy to play along with this familiar game. But unlike the previous nights we had pretend-fucked in this spoon position, I soon felt my crack overflowing with his warm seed as he cried out, "Oh! Luke!" I began hunching my wet hole back onto his slippery cock head, almost achieving penetration a couple of times, until Roy rolled onto his back and resumed his snoring. I continued to lie on my side and stirred my fingers around in my come-soaked butt, sucking them clean as I wondered what kind of man could possibly inspire a man as spectacular as Uncle Roy to have a wet dream. I would soon learn...and I would NOT be disappointed! (to be continued)