Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2011 20:50:29 -0700 (PDT) From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR Subject: Discovering Uncle Tip Chapter 13: Coach Stennick 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 a 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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A week after we finished, he called and told Mom to ask if I'd stop over t' help him move some of the heavier outdoor furniture. She told me he'd said he'd take care of dinner as it might take a while. I arrived to find him in pale gray flannel lounge pants, tennis shoes, and a baseball cap instead of dressed in rugged "stud" clothes. There was something quiet about him that night...something that made me feel kind of ashamed for having dressed in only tight gym shorts and sneakers even though he was also shirtless. After we'd moved furniture that was easily light enough for him to've moved on his own, eaten, and tidied the kitchen, he'd pulled me against him and kissed me deeply...softly...and tenderly. He'd, then, taken me into his bedroom for the first time. Across from the mirrored doors of his closet, he'd made love to me three times. He hadn't fucked me this time, he'd made love to me. Though he'd used his solid body and long fat cock to drive four loads of cum from my young prick, the tenderness and affection in in him that night also somehow left me feeling nervous and confused. As he'd laid on my back after filling my ass for the third time, he'd looked into the mirror at me and said he wanted me to stay the night. He'd rolled off of me onto his back and pulled me to cuddle across him from his side. Staring up at the ceiling, he explained that he'd missed me terribly and had begun to have feelings he hadn't felt since his wife. Because of those feelings and wanting me to stay for the night, he felt like we shouldn't continue my 'visits' to his house. He felt we should stop things where they were and try to go back to just being family...closer than before, good friends as well as family, but no longer having a sexual relationship. He was so thoughtful and caring in expressing his feelings and concern for his own heart and my future, that I realized I'd come to love this man I'd been so put off by in the past. I held him tighter and pressed my head into his furry chest, knowing it would be the last time as both his arms encircled my chest and hugged me closer. Later, after a warm last kiss, I drove off watching the dark silhouette of his tall frame in the open doorway. When trees blocked my view in the rearview mirror of my truck, he still hadn't shut the door. I wondered just how long he stood there after I left. Instead of feeling sad, though, the sight and thought of him in that doorway left me feeling warm and happy. I realized that, though sex had been the start of it all, the two of us had both gained a close loving relationship. He'd gone from a man I couldn't stand to one I couldn't stop thinking about or keep my hands off. In one night, though, he'd gone from a hot "uncle" who turned me inside out with his thick ass- busting cock, to a loving "grandfather" type man who held me close rather than at a distance as he did with most everyone else. Even at sixteen, seventeen in a few weeks, I knew enough to value the new closeness between us. Two busy weeks went by. Everyone seemed wrapped up in work, projects, and plan- ning the atheletic booter's picnic and rummage sale. Dad was working till after dark, Uncle Tip was still absent and the source of many rumors about drinking and odd behavior, and everyone else seemed equally in- volved in their own worlds. Two dry weeks, and I was almost blowin ' a load just from the wind blowing! The day of the picnic and rummage sale, I showered and thew on a white wife-beater, gray gym shorts, and a cap. Mom was still making her devilled eggs and cupcakes to sell, so I headed down before her and Dad to help with setting up. When I arrived at the park, I saw all the other early arrivals parked way off at the far end and did the same. I was helping with setting up tables and shades when Linda and Coach Stennick walked up with iced tea and lemonade dispensors. Greetings went around, they said hello to me as well...coach not giving any indication that anything had ever happened between us. They left and then came back with more beverage supplies, the day quickly becoming humid and sweltering. "Honey, get Joey t'....Joey, would you help Buck carry over all the boxes of booster t-shirts, sweatshirts, and stadium cushions?" Linda Stennick asked sweetly. "Oh, sure!" I answered quickly wanting to please my favor- ite teacher. I smiled and then glanced over at Coach Stennick, our eyes meeting for a few seconds too long. "Great, sport, let's head over. I wanna getta quick count of everything t' make sure each box holds the number its supposed to." Coach said energetically. "Phew," He added, wiping a hand across his brow, "it's gonna be a scorcher t'day!" He pulled off his t'shirt and draped it around his neck as he turned to walk to his truck. I tied off the line to the canopy I was workin' on and then took off after him. Walking a couple yards behind, I was drawn to watching his body move. The wide shoulders and heavy arms of his mature baseball player's physique shifted and flexed heavily with each step. Big hands, fisted at his sides connected to heavily muscled and fur-covered fore- arms. The thick coarse hair of his forearms curling over and half- covering the watch on his left arm made my balls tingle as his powerful forearms swung forward and back. A sheen of sweat coated his wide back and dampened the medium-brown mats of curling hair on each side of his spine. Dipping at bit at the base of his spine where I could see rivulets of sweat stream- ing down toward his crack, thin khaki walking shorts hung lazily off his slender hips, That sweat created an upside-down triangle at his waist and moved into a dark wet line an inch or so wide on both sides of the seam moving down the center of his solid square ass. The amount of sweat soaking the fabric left me wondering if he'd gone commando today. Below that, strong wide calves bulged out...covered with the same dense hair on Coach's forearms and back. My gaze slid lower to where bare feet were shoved into his enormous white athe- letic shoes. I didn't even realize how intent my staring had become, nor that he'd stopped at the back of his truck until I walked right into his sweaty back. Coach inhaled, let out a long breath and then turned to face me. I couldn't help it. I couldn't force myself to step back and I couldn't stop my eyes from raking heatedly up his tan hairless stomach, the hint of roundness there somehow making him even more sexy than if it'd been rippled and flat. Upward to his wide solid chest, my eyes continued their slow crawl. Pecs as hairless as his forearms, legs, and back were hairy stood out at sharp angles...the nipples dark and seeming even smaller than they were because of the amount of muscle pushing out- ward from under the skin. My eyes finally made it up to his strong, heavily structured face. The broad jaw, cheekbones, and forehead built a perfect rugged frame for the big golden-brown eyes that bored down into my own. "Gotta lot t' do here...should prob'ly get started." He said, his voice rather quiet. The look in his eyes and distraction in his voice said his words didn't match whatever was going through his mind. His darkly lashed eyes and deep voice made something inside me twitch and ignite in a way that staring at his body hadn't. "Uh huh..." Was all I could manage until he pulled his eyes away and lowered the tailgate on the truck. "How 'bout you climb up there and hand me those boxes. I'll put 'em to the side in the shade so we can get a count of what's inside. Lemme know what's in each one, n' I'll stack each type together." I climbed up as he was talking. Grabbing the first box and handing it down, I noted, "Sweatshirts." I watched him walk away, the muscles of his back and shoulders making my mouth dry as he carried the weight a few feet from his truck and placed it under the branches of a tree. When he squatted to set the box down, the dip in the waist- band of his shorts gapped lower and gave me a clear view of smooth hairless ass crack. Even though it wasn't his ass I longed for, the sight of it and the discovery he wasn't wearing any kind of underwear still made my dick jump inside my shorts. Shielded by the truck from everyone setting everything up on the other side of the park, the view was mine and mine alone. He stood quickly and turned to catch what must've been a hungry look on my face. I whipped around and grabbed another box as he walked back. "Umm, sweatshi...t-shir...ummmm...cushions!" I announced, stuggling to regain my composure. He took the box from me, but just stood there before turning. Eyes locked onto mine, I couldnt' read the expression in them. Annoyance that we'd been pushed together again, perturbed to have found me staring again, frustration...desire...indecision??? I couldn't tell. His face wasn't blank by any means as he looked up at me, but it also gave me no clue as to whether the heat in his expression was a good thing or bad. When he turned and walked away to set the box down, I immediately grabbed another. "Cushions, again." I said, and quickly turned for another. The next box wasn't marked and I had to open it to see what was inside. As I was closing it back up, I caught sight of his ref- lection in the rear window of his truck's cab. His hand was doing something inside his shorts, and I realized my ass was pushed back toward him with my gym shorts pulled tightly across. Hope filled my head and then crashed as he jerked his hand out when I turned around. He took the box after I let him know it was t-shirts again and walked away. I grabbed the last box and turned to see him walking back. There was no mistaking the thick cock tenting out the leg of his shorts. He didn't meet my eyes, and took the box in silence as I jumped down from the back of the truck. I knew what he'd said before. I knew how he felt about his job, his marriage, and what had happened between us before. I didn't want to make things any worse for him. I had deep feelings for him over and above the sizzling sexual attraction. Yet.......as he walked back toward me again, I couldn't force my eyes away from the incredibly hot sight of that thick hard meat shifting under the leg of his shorts as he walked. "More boxes in the cab, Joey..." He voice was deep, quiet, and careful. His hand reached up for my neck and a thumb traced a line across my cheek. The hand slid to my shoulder and guided me to the passenger side door. I opened the door, the touch of his hand and the nearness of his body was putting me into a sensual haze. He felt huge next to me in the small space of the opening of the truck door. The scent of him... minty toothpaste, a light splash of his Brut aftershave, and clean sweat... steamed off of tanned skin heated by work and the summer sun. My own skin seemed to be on fire where his huge hand laid easily against me. His touch raced through me...past the pit of my sto- mach, down to the base of my balls, and into the tight opening of my ass. The seat was empty where his wife had ridden on the way over. I had to reach across for the first box and felt that big hand press into my back. I exhaled and lowered myself submissively onto the seat, arching my back in hopeful expectation. His other hand moved to my ass. It pushed down, his long thick fingers spreading wide to span almost all the way across. The feeling of his firm grip across my backside made me instantly his yet again. I'd watched him try to avoid this both before and today. I felt his loyalty to his beautiful wife. I felt his concern for his job and his future. I knew how fiercely he didn't want this. The hand on my ass, though, said his willpower wasn't strong enough t' stop. Suddenly, there was nothing in me but belonging to the big, strong, handsome, innocent man. Everything in the circle of my life nar- to a pinpoint around the feel of his hand on my ass. It was as if I no lon- ger had a name, family, mind, or desire for anything but him. His hand began sliding back upward, a thick strong finger delving in between my cheeks to graze across my asshole. His other hand moved up to my shoulder and pulled me out of the truck. Legs, weak and rubbery with desire, let me sink to my knees below him. He pulled my head silently against his hip as my eyes wat- ched his big hand reach down to unbutton the waist of his shorts. Wide muscled fingers gripped the tab of his zipper and pulled it down in slow motion. My breath quickened as he held me pressed against him and reached inside his open fly. Rigidly hard, it was difficult for him to work his cock out. He worked it up and across the hip opposite me and then, finally, hauled it out near his bellybutton. Released from his grip, it swung downward and bounced in the air a few inches from my face. I looked in awe. I hadn't had the chance to really look at Coach Stennick's cock in the times before. Man, it was incredible as it stood proudly out from his open fly! Thick and meaty, it reminded me more of a baseball bat than a part of a human body. The dark pink head was long and sloped...sweeping down from the deep piss slit to a thick juicy flare, it abruplty joined the long thick pulsing shaft. Seeing the heavy skin gathered just below made me realize Coach Stennick was uncut. Something about the thick cowl of foreskin hugging the base of the head made my mouth water as much as the impressive seven inch girth that swelled along its nine inch length. Looking from the top and side, I could see at least four thick heavy dark blue veins snaking up that solid beauty. I wanted to feel them under my lips, to trace them with my tongue as I swallowed that hulking meat. I pulled against the hand holding me at his hip, but he pressed me more solidly against his hip and held me in place. I tilited my eyes and face up to him, straining with the need to suck the big man's huge cock. When my eyes met his, a sharp intake of his breath was fol- lowed by a slow shaky exhale. Staring down, he licked his lips and then chewed the lower one...indecision lining every sharp masculine plane of his handsome face. Then, he closed his eyes with a quick inhale and exhale...and...began easing my head nearer to his cock. The first thing that hit me was the scent of his crotch...that smell that only comes from a big mature man with a huge slab of meat and heavy balls inside his pants. That smell of musk, woods, and sweat had come to be as intoxicating to me as the sight of the huge thick cock and oversized balls of his that created it. I opened my mouth and pressed my lips against the thick shaft. Thrusting my tongue out, I began lapping hungrily at the solid tube bulging from the underside of his throbbing meat. His eyes flew back open and onto mine as his body hunched over slightly in shock at the sudden wet contact. His mouth dropped open, but then clamped back shut on whatever he'd been about to say. Both hands shoved into my hair. Fingers combed through it and caressed my scalp, moving my head up and down the side of his jerking shaft. Then, his hands gripped the hair on both sides of my head and pulled me back so the back of my head was pressed against the side of his truck and my ass settled back onto my heels. Using his hips, he swabbed that fat cock all over my face. Until that moment, I hadn't really realized just how hugely fat and long Coach Stennick was hung! His cock was so wide it completely blocked the vision from whichever eye it was over, and the length of it pressed past that of my entire face. The fact that his huge meat was longer than my head, left my cock spilling a half orgasm into my shorts as precum shot forth furiously. My tongue leapt out along with a sharp groan, which resul- ted in him pulling his hips back and shoving his cock past my lips and deep into my throat. "Honey!!!" He body went rigid and still as his wife's voice sang through the air. "Yeah, hon'..." He called back, stopping my attempts to pull away by anchoring his cock deep in my throat. WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING???? "Yall need any help?" "No, hon,' we're just countin' everything. Is the tea ready, though?" He began pulling t-shirts out of the box still in the cab and tossing them onto the box just beside us, using the movements of his body to slowly fuck my throat as he talked to his wife on the other side of the truck. "No, sorry, Buck. We just need ice, though, and they should be back with that any time now. It shouldn't be long." Callmed down some, I realized from the sound of her voice she was only halfway to the truck. I reached up and pulled his shorts down to his ankles, then slid my fingers up through the bristly hair of his legs to his smooth ass. Grabbing both cheeks, I moved my fingers inside the sweat-slick cleft and began dragging them up and down across his responsive asshole. I figured if my asshole was that sensitive, his might be as well. And...I was right. His cock began jumping inside my mouth and throat at the same time as thick tangy precum started pouring copiously from the wide succulent head. "Well, that would be a great help,, honey...have a nice tall glass of iced sweet tea ready for Joey and me when we start gettin' the boxes over." "Awwww FUCK!" He growled under his breath and drove his wildly flexing cock deep into my throat, mashing my nose into the eruption ginger-colored mass of springy hair at the base of his huge meat. "Of course, see you boys in a bit!" I could tell when she turned and went back to the tables, because he suddenly reached down and grabbed my head again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!!! Goddamn it...goddamn it....GET UP!" I was slow to respond because I didn't understand why he wanted me up instead sucking the cum out of that mammoth cock of his. The big fucker was obviously ready to explode. "Joey! Goddamn it!!!" He grabbed my arm, hauled me up, threw me over the seat, jerked my shorts down, settled his cock between my asscheeks, and began fucking me from outside just as his thick hard cock began shooting cum all into my crack. I wanted it in my mouth!! Desperately!! I wanted to taste him!! I wrestled and fought. Breaking his grip, I twisted around and locked my lips on his cock only long enough for one powerful jet of the thick white cum to blast inside. "Son of a bitch!" He hissed, and threw me back into posi- tion and resumed flooding my asscrack with his cock juice. After his cum began to subisde, "Now, now you can have it.." He let me go and I dropped to my knees like a starving dog to swoop down on that long meaty mule-dick, nursing and milkling every last drop of the sweet tangy salty syrup down into my stomach. "Come on...come on..." He pulled me to my feet as he stepped out of his shorts. I rose and started to pull my own back up. "No, just pull 'em off and come on, damn it!" I did as he ordered just before he grabbed my arm and dragged me into the trees. A branch caught my wifebeather and tore it along the way. About twenty feet in, we came to the irrigation shed for the park. Coach Stennick threw open the door and shoved me inside. He slammed the door, then crossed the room determinedly and threw me over a long shelf/workspace. The next thing I knew, his cock was at my ass and shoving inside. "JOEY!" "Ohhhhhhh god! NO! EASY, COACH, NOT SO FAST!" I cried as pain sliced through me. "I can't! I can't! I'm sorry...FUCK...but, I can't!" He pulled out and slammed into me again, generously lubed by the huge load he'd already deposited there! The pain was intense, even so, but subsiding almost immediately. It felt as if he were ramming my insides into a straight path for his rough plowing. He lost his balance and took me with him as he fell back- ward into a pole in the center of the small room. The impact shoved him up even deeper inside me, feeling as if even part of his ball sack were shoved up within me! "COACH!" "Awwwwwwww FUCKKKK!!" He growled, and pro- pelled both our bodies forward. I threw out my hands and braced myself against the wide shelf, going up on my tiptoes as his cock and body crashed into my ass. "Oh Joey!" He slammed into me again, grabbing my hips and then my shoulders. Cum slathered down my balls and dripped on the floor as he began pounding my ass. Over and over his cock slammed deep in- side me. He slammed over my prostrate on each stroke, which left me feeling as if I were in a constant state of cumming. I was going out of my head. The room was filled with the smell of his cum mingled with that of his crotch, armpits, and light Brut aftershave. I felt as if I were drowning in him...his smell, the feel of his hands and body on mine, and the feel of his cock busting my ass like never before. He was fucking me brutally...swinging his hips from side to side and driving in at a new angle each time. While my body struggled to adapt, the force of each savage entry stoked a new fire from a dif- ferent place inside my ass! I was half crying and half babbling as the walls of my ass felt him driving his cock inside. It was as if the left side of the tunnel of my ass was being stroked and pummeled...and then, the right...and then, the top...and then, the bottom...and then, diagonal........ It didn't seem as if it would ever stop, or that my ass would ever loosen up enough to make taking him less of an ordeal! The rippled texture of the gristle underneath the skin of that massive cock abraded my tender teenage hole on each mind-blowing stroke. When he pulled all the way out, slamming the head back past my shrinking hole flashed white across my vision as my whole body jerked in response. It was as if I had no feeling anywhere else in my body except at and inside my asshhole. I completely forgot about my dick, his pounding and owning of my ass was already more than my mind could handle. He pulled us both to the ground and, then, rolled over till he was on top of me again. He jerked my hips up, and plowed in again. As he stret- ched my tight sixteen year old hole left and right, it still gripped him des- perately. "You just don't know..." He hissed. "Linda can't..." He gritted out between heaving breaths. "I'm too big..." He grunted, continuing to thrust deep in- side me. "...have t' hold back" "Fuck, Joey, FUCK!" He exclaimed, climbing his huge rough hands up to my shoulders. Holding me in place, my teeth slam- med together as he rammed into with even more fury than before. I didn't know how much more of it I could take! My ass was on fire...tender and sore....exhausted and swollen. He was fucking the holy hell out of me!!! Just then, he flipped me over on my back and clamped both big hands on top of my head. My legs flew around his waist and then lifted even higher with a will of they're own. In this position, the effect on my asshole was the same. Every powerful thrust slammed the ribbed shaft of his cock past the tender abused tissues. It was as if I could feel every vein and ripple of skin setting my hole on fire as it rammed through. Inside was different, though. Inside, it felt as if he were slamming the head of his cock up into my chest and shoulders!!! Al- most folded in two, with my own dick trapped between our stomachs, I almost expected to feel his cock punching up into my throat! I was losing it! I wrapped my hands around his back and attacked his neck with my mouth. I scraped my teeth down the sides and then pressed my face up into his armpits. As he held my head in a steel grip and fucked my ass like a stud bull breeding a cow, I lapped and sucked at the dense pit hair and tender skin underneath. He growled and thrust even more roughly into me as his sweat poured down the side of my face before I slid over onto his chest. When I latched my mouth onto his right nipple, it was as if the last cord of restraint within him broke. His body began bucking as if it were out of control. He was hurting me with the brutal force of his body and huge cock, but still....it was him....it was Coach Stennick...and, it turned me on even more in spite of the pain to feel him completely let go and slam my ass into oblivion. I could feel it. I could feel the precum signalling his impen- ding load. My asshole was getting wetter and wetter, the smell of cum becoming heavier and heavier. He was crushing my body between my head and my hips, and still slamming into me like there was no tomorrow. Even through the pain of his savage assault on my ass, I felt my balls tighten up only an instant before my dick began spewing in be- tween us. His chest muffled the yelled reaction, and I bit down lightly on Coach's nipple as I cried out and rolled it between my teeth. His hips suddenly slammed his monster cock so deep and so hard into me that stars exploded behind my eyes on each ass-busting thrust. His horse-dick widened to rigid steel and strained my young asshole until it felt as if it might tear as searing white cum suddenly began to flood my ass. I could feel that huge meat spasming inside me as he unloaded deeply into my body. "AW SONOFABITCH ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH..." I felt the strained roar from his chest as he struggled to keep quiet. "AWWWWWWWW FUCK YOU, JOEY, FUCK YOU, GODDAMN IT...FUCKKKKKKK...!!!!" Suddenly, he yanked his cock out of me and stood up on shaky legs even as my own dick went on shooting up under my chin. He planted his big feet outside my thighs as my legs fell to the floor and thrust his hips forward as his huge cock continued gush- ing. He slid both hands over and toward the back of his head as he cussed and thrust his mammoth cock into the air...splattering my chest, stomach, and face with buckets of his thick hot load. After what felt like hours, the force of the cum erupting from his thick meat began to lessen as he dropped to one knee. Chest heav- ing, he pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes and wiped the sweat away. I grabbed his hips and dove onto his cum-drenched cock, sucking and milking the last of his drooling cum from the monster hang- ing between his legs. When I knew I'd sucked out every drop and had lapped off every trace of his thick cum, I slumped back to the ground in a heavy cloud of deep warm satisfaction. I found his eyes intent on mine. "Joey..." His chest still heaved. "Joey...I don't know..." "I gotta get back." He'd decided not to finish what he'd been about to say. "Here," He stood, grabbed my shirt, and ripped at the tear from the tree branch I'd gotten as he'd pulled me to the shack. "I'll say you went home t' getta new shirt 'cause the one you had on got ripped on a tree when we were unloading. That way you can get cleaned up." He stood and pulled on his shorts. His arms then fell to his sides and he looked down at me quietly. Crossing the room, he knelt down at my shoulder and ran a hand through my hair to the back of my head, dragging his fingers across the outside of my neck as he pulled it away. "I'll see ya later..." He dropped his head as his lips twitched at the corners in a hint of a resigned smile. "...sport." I watched him walk out. Something inside wished I'd said something, but also felt as if it was completely okay that I hadn't. I laid there, covered from forehead to balls in Coach's huge load, and just drifted in a dreamy after-haze of having been thoroughly fucked by a hot handsome man I cared for and admired so deeply. My eyes slid across the room without purpose, but stopped when I thought I saw a face through the grime of the only window in the old irrigation shack. I brushed it off as only my imagination until the door opened and Rick Halverson stepped into the frame. "That was pretty fuckin' hot...watchin' you take Stennick's cock like desperate two-dollar whore." As my eyes widened and focused in both fear and shock, I realized his shirt was hanging unbuttoned from his wide shoulders and his open jeans were shoved halfway down his thighs. He leaned casually against the doorframe and tipped his baseball cap way back before pushing his hips and cock forward vul- garly as I laid there unable to move. He pushed away from the doorframe and slowly swaggered over to my feet, stopping and running his gaze pointedly from one end of my body to the other. "Seems t' me you're a boy-whore with an ass that can't get enough big dick. N,' son, have I gotta big-ass dick for you!" Fear, not excitement, made me look down. Oh jesus! No! Oh my god!!! What was between his legs couldn't be real!! About fourteen inches of enormous cock stood out in front of him. Thick as a beer can, it had to be nine or ten inches around! It wasn't hot, it wasn't sexy...it was ugly and terrifying. Thick veins crisscrossed heavily over almost every disgus- ting inch of that hateful looking cock. Gnarled and knobby, it looked as if had been beaten and twisted like a tree limb in a tornado. I felt my stomach getting queasy at the sight of it. The head alone looked repulsive in its sickly yellow color and oversized helmet shape. "I ain't got time for you t' suck it. Plus, I know as well as you do that your ass is where you really want his fucker, ain't it!" He wagged his eyebrows in a raunchy way that made his words turn my stomach. I had to get up. I had to get out of there. I had to force my legs and body to move! 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/