Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2011 17:00:57 -0700 (PDT) From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR Subject: Discovering Uncle Tip Chapter 12: Mr. Larson (Uncle Cal) 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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I found some vitamin E oil and some hemorrhoid cream...mixed it together...and spread it heavily in and around the sore openning. Later at Uncle Cal's, he said we'd go easy and just put down the sand for the base of the patio then level it. After that, we'd just call it a day as he could see I was moving stiffly and assumed it was from playing football in the game the night before. The two times I'd be over before, he'd worn the same ragged shorts and t-shirt. Today though, he was in grey stretch boxers...underwear... and a sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off. His cock and balls were as visible as if he'd had nothing on at all. The oddest thing, though, was that both ap- peared to be brand new...not the least bit like cast-off work clothes. Though my ass stung and hurt every time I moved, my dick reacted instinctively at the sight of him. Again, he was in the beat up white tennis shoes with no socks, too. I still didn't understand why I thought that was so sexy, but seeing his strong bare feet slipped into those old sneakers really turned me on. We taped a level to a two-by-four and slid it over the layer of sand until the whole area was completely flat. We'd both been on our hands and knees during the process. Everytime he face away from me, I got a long look at that heavy package hanging between his muscular thighs. The pouch of the knit boxers sagged under the weight of the full heavy balls and thick cock housed inside. Each piece of his hefty equip- ment dragging the fabric down and swaying from side to side as he moved. I knew not to try anything..but, DAMN, I wanted to bury my face up in that swinging mass of thick cock and balls! After we'd finished and were standing side by side surveying the accomplishment. I noticed something on his roof over by the deck where he'd built his gym. "Son of a gun," he mumbled distractedly, "so that's where I left that..." "That's my good hammer." He looked down at me, "I must've set it there when I built the deck," he added and then began walking in that direction. "I'll lift you up, and you grab it." He bent at the knees facing me when we got there and wrapped his strong arms around my legs. He lifted me up, my hips against the side of his face. The hammer wasn't near the edge, so I had to stretch and struggle to reach it. "Careful, son," he said, reaching one hand up to my butt to steady me....up to my butt, but inside my shorts! His hand cupped one cheek with his thick fingers sliding easily inside my crack. My dick jumped against the side of his head at his touch as I clamped my throat down on the gasp that threatened to spill out of my chest. His fingers never moved, never teased, never stroked...just stayed there inside the cleft of my butt slicked up with cream, oil, and sweat as my dick flexed uncontrollably against the side of his face. I got my mind back on the hammer and stretched again, now able to reach the handle. "Got it." "Good deal, Joey." Instead of bending and setting me down, he eased his grip and slid me down the front of his body. My eyes widened as the tip of one finger slid inside me and then right back out. As I went down the front of him, I could feel a log of hard cock sliding against my leg. My eyes went down to where it tented out the front of his stretchy boxers in a thick sexy curve to the left when I took a step back and offered the recovered hammer to him. When he took it from me, I let my hand stop on that meaty bulge as I lowered it. I lightly stroked my fingers across its length as it flexed and then looked up into his face. He looked back at me, took a deep breath, held it...then, exhaled quickly. "Joey, son...let's have a seat..." He moved over to the table where we'd eaten, played chess... and where he'd nearly drowned me with his load as I'd sucked his cock several night's before. He pulled out a chair and then said he'd be right back instead of sitting down before he walked into the house. He returned with a beer he handed to me, and then sat down with one of his own. He took a couple long gulps and then held the can out in front of him...turning it left and right as if studying the label. "Joey..." he began, turning his gaze to the side and off into the distance, "...it's, uhhhhh..." he dropped his head, "...been over three years since I had any kind of sex at all. When my wife's illness took its nosedive, I just lost all interest. I thought it was gone for good." He looked up at me, "Until you came over last week." I stayed silent, feeling as if I wasn't supposed to respond...only listen. "I've, uhmmm, never thought about other guys in this way." He quickly added, "Well, I mean, I know when another guy is good looking and when one isn't...but, I never thought anything past that." "You...." he dropped his head again, shaking it slowly from side to side, "...you...." He looked back up at me, "Well, I just don't know what t' think about what I'm feeling." "You're a handsome young man...beautiful young body. And, you're sweet, thoughtful, and caring. That combination is making it very hard for me t' be around you without putting my hands all over you." I started to jump in, "But, that's..." "No. No, now, I want you t' hear what I have t' say, son." "Three things here. One," he continued, "I'm over forty years older than you and not who you should be spending your time with...or discovering that side of yourself with either." "Two," he looked up at me again, finally, "hell, I don't even know the first thing about being with another guy. I know my way around... No, that's not even true. I know...knew...my way around ONE woman. So even if I did give in to what I'm feeling with you, I don't have one clue as to what to do about it." "Oh, I've thought about it." He chuckled, staring at the label on his beer again, "But, where my mind's been going has been foreign soil for me. Which brings me t' number three." "I've had to suppress a lot over the past forty years. I've had to dress and talk a certain way to be successful in the business world. I've had to suppress other things, too. I got used to it...being the quiet banker and loving gently husband and father." "But, here you come...almost a man...working and sweating beside me. And, I find things rising up in me I didn't even know were there. Something about seeing you work, your young muscles flexing, your body bending to the task..." "I don't know, maybe it's a competetive thing. I do know that it strikes something in me. It makes me want to be superior, stronger...it makes me want to....uhmmm...be the 'top dog.' " He looked up at the sky and twisted his head from side to side as if loosening tense muscles there. "I'm fighting for control here, control of myself." He seemed to be winning, his voice never waivering from its steady quiet subdued tone. He flicked his eyes up and drilled them into mine. "What I want is t' give you no choice...t' force you... feel you resist and struggle. Man t' man, I want t' take what I want from you whether you want t' give it or not." God, was he saying this to warn me...or, to drive me nuts??? I got up and walked over to him as he went on, eyes staring into mine with a blazing heat behind them. "I want that, but not at the price of you seeing me as a bastard and never speaking t' me again." I broke eye contact and looked down at his crotch. Between his widespread thighs stood his tall thick cock, almost the entire front of his boxers soaked in precum. "Joey..." he warned as I slid to my knees. I reached for his waistband, lifted and pulled it down to expose his meaty shaft that glistened with the syrupy flow drooling from its wide head. I grabbed the base of his precum drenched cock and leaned in to take it in my mouth when a big strong hand grabbed my wrist and shoulder. "No, son." I just stared at his juicy slab of erect bull-meat, praying he would change his mind. He didn't. "I can't do this, not without a lot more thought...maybe never." "And, you," he continued, "...you need t' think long and hard about what I've said t'night once you've cooled down. Once you're thinking with your brain and not your balls, you may see things a lot differently." "Now, get on home and I'll see you tomorrow...unless what I've said leaves you too uncomfortable t' come back. I'll understand and we never have t' discuss this again. Now, just go ahead and go, son." Without another word, I did just that. The next morning, I woke with more desire for Uncle Cal than ever. I'd worn so many of my clothes that were okay to get torn up, that all I had were a couple pairs of gym shorts and tank tops from several years ago. I got dressed, then slid the short off and back on without a jock underneath. I wan't going to make it easy for him to keep his distance. No one answered the door when I knocked, so I walked around the house to the back yard. Uncle Cal must've figured I wasn't coming back because there was someone else working at laying the limestone pavers. He was a tall broad man in tight jeans, workboots, a plaid shirt with the sleeves cut off , and a beat up baseball cap. I couldn't place it, but there was something very familar about him as I watched him work. After a bit, the man looked up and noticed me standing there. His shirt was open to reveal a strong muscled chest and stomach densely covered with coarse hair that was white at the chest and dark over his stomach. Under the shadow of the bill of the cap, Uncle Cal's pale grey eyes sat below those thick arching eyebrows. The shadow over them making them look rough, intense, and fierce. We just looked at each other for a while before he said, "Good t' see you, son." "You, too." I responded, the clothes he had on making him look rugged and a little dangerous in a way the shorts and t-shirt or sweatshirt hadn't. I seemed rooted in place staring at him, so handsome...and, today, so darkly sexy as the sweat ran down his arms and the center of his chest. "Did you come t' help me with the patio?" He asked quietly. "Yes, sir," my eyes caught sight of a rip in the jeans going along side his fly as it disappeared between his legs. When he shifted his weight, I caught a glimpse of thick curly black hair and the base of his cock. "Then, get over here and help." He wiped his brow and then reached down to rearrange the fat cock hanging down his left pants leg. I gulped as I took my first step. Something had changed. The indecision and reluctance that'd kept him shying away seemed to have been replaced by a dark confidence that immediately felt intimidating and uncomfortable. He'd already taken control and knew it. All of my sense of being safely in control and the one making the advances disappeared and I felt I was suddenly at a distinct disadvantage. As we worked, we both kept watching each other...neither trying to be subtle about it any more. I wanted him, and he wanted me. I knew there would be no more beating around the bush about it. Clouds started rolling in about midday, so we finished what we could and hauled the tools into the shed that he'd built to look like a small cabin. With everything put in its place, he opened the small fridge and pulled out two beers. He threw one to me, and opened his own as he leaned back against the work table. Sexy as all hell with his legs crossed at the ankles, hefty equip- ment clearly visible down his pants leg, shirt open and framing his solid hairy chest and stomach...he rubbed the sweat on his chest as he set his beer down beside him. "Strip." I almost choked on the swallow I was taking and looked at him with wide surprised eyes. "You heard me." He said...low and deep...no longer close to a whisper. Thick arms folded across his chest as he looked down, serious and intent. I stared into eyes shadowed by his well-worn cap as I slowly peeled off my tank top and draped it over a saw horse. "Everything." He ordered quietly. I stood there, uncomfortable under his scrutiny and feeling as if he were rating everything I did on some secret scale he had inside his mind. I toed off my shoes and then bent to remove my socks, overly conscious about every move...feeling suddenly both clumsy and awkward under his stare. I started to pull off my shorts. "Turn around, son." I turned and slowly lowered my shorts, bending at the waist and giving him a long look at my tight ass as I did. "Spread your legs." I dropped my shorts over my tank top and socks, and then spread my legs wide as he'd asked looking over my shoulder afterward for approval. He was pulling off his shirt and baring his chest when I saw him... first one side of the shirt was peeled away, and then the other. He let it fall to the floor, and pushed away from the work table. He slowly, lazily, strode up behind me...stopping when the scratchy denim of his jeans met the soft skin of my buttocks. One arm reached over my shoulder from above and thick fingers locked onto one of my nipples. The fingers twisted and tweaked until I was arched back against him, cock rigid and sticking straight out in front me. He leaned over and planted his mouth on my open gasping one, twisting my nipple until I was up on my toes and kissing him furiously as his tongue just laid in his mouth and accepted my heated actions. His other hand reached down for my ass and slipped a finger inside the sweaty valley and then into my hole. He clamped his mouth down tighter stifling my cry as his other hand twisted my nipple until my eyes watered in desperate response. He spun me around and grabbed my neck as he lifted the other arm and slammed my face into the dense forest of his sweat-soaked armpit. I inhaled the sharp manly scent as it assaulted my nose and lungs with that pungent smell that's all man. "Lick!" Oh god! I dove in. Licking and sucking, I heard him groan and felt his hand press me more firmly into the depths of that most masculine of places as the sweat from it salted my tongue and ran down my face and neck. Good god, he was hot like this!!! The hand on the back of my neck reached up and twisted my hair in his fist as he pushed my face down his body until I was on my knees. He pulled my head away finally and held it at a distance as he pulled the rip in his jeans wide. "This is what you want, isn't it." He reached inside and wrestled his long fat uncut cock out along with his furry bull-balls. The leg of his pants was soaked to the knee, amazing me yet again with the amount of precum this fifty-something stud's produced! "Uh huh.." I groaned, at which point he jerked my head back and mouth open to shove the entire length straight down my throat. The sweet salty taste of his cum-covered cock left me groaning and lapping and sucking and slurping on his hefty tool as it flexed and stretched the muscles of my throat. He pulled out until just the fat head laid inside my lips, flexed it again and poured another thick dose of precum into my mouth. As I groaned and nursed the thick meat, he moved a boot between my legs and up against my asshole...lifting and pressing it against my hole until I was grinding against it with raging need. He buried is cock back down into my throat and lowered himself to his knees, leaning me backward as he went. Then, he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head as he raised himself over me and began to fuck my face and throat! It felt like he was fucking my ass, but using my mouth and throat instead! I wasn't sucking him, I never really had this time around. He was just fucking my face as if he were slamming into my asshole. The feeling of him letting go and just using me for his own pleasure threatened to make me cum even more than the actual feeling of him inside my throat! Suddenly, he pulled out and stumbled to his feet. "Get up....GET UP!" I started to stand, confused, but then he shoved me back to my knees. "FUCK!!!" He half growled, half yelled as he reached for my head and his fat cock erupted a huge volley of cum that splattered all over my face. "AAAAAGGGGHHH, SON OF A BITCH!!!" He slammed his cock past my lips and down my throat, holding my face against his crotch as his cock flexed and spewed gush after heavy gush down into my belly! I didn't care whether I tasted it or not, the feeling of his meaty cock flexing and jerking inside my throat was pure heaven. His grip on the back of my head and my face crushed against his crotch only added to the intense overwhelming thrill of submitting to this big man. "Get up!" He demanded again, hoarsely. And, again, not sure what he meant, I was slow to rise. He grabbed my by the arm and hauled me up, tossing me over the work table before stepping in behind me. "AWWWWWW FUCK!!!" He exclaimed as he grabbed the base of his cock, aimed it at my pink asshole and swamped it with another thick blast of thick white cum. In instant later, I was up on my toes yelling as he began shoving his cum-belching beast up into my ass. My, "NO...NO...NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" dueled with his, "OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!" "YEAH, THAT'S IT...TAKE IT ALL!!!" He yelled, my dick wilting with the dull ache radiating from ass and his bruising entry. Still, having him let go of his dull boring exterior and turn into this wild overpowering animal of a stud had me writhing underneath him. He pumped my ass full of cum till it ran steadly down my balls and legs. I expected him to ease off, but years of no sex had apparently taken their toll on him. He pounded and slammed my ass well after his orgasm subsided. He pulled out. "On your back. Get on your back, damn it!!" He ordered through clenched teeth as the sound of his heaving breath filled the shed. As soon as I rolled over, he grabbed and raised my legs and shoved his long fat cock back up inside me. "Awwwww fuck!" We both exclaimed in unison as he pierced my hole and filled my ass with cock again. He fell over me, pumping my ass without restraint...kissing me, this time with his tongue attacking mine and driving down my throat! His hands reached up and latched onto both my nipples, and began twisting and pinching them until I was flopping underneath him....alternately, groaning and yelling in a mindless babble of frenzied disconnected cries for more. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I announced, my voice high-pitched and crazed. "No, you're fucking NOT!" He countered and reached down for my dick. He grabbed it just below the head, pinching it tight and twisting it halfway around....trapping my load from spewing out. "Oh no! God, no!! Please! Please, Uncle Cal, PLEASE!!" I cried as I thrashed in an ongoing orgasm that couldn't achieve full release. "No, Joey, you cum when I cum!!" He snarled, and began pounding my ass even harder. His thick rigid cock stretched me left and right, up and down, as he slammed into me over and over...sliding furiously in and out on his previous load and the precum I knew to be being dumped inside me on every stroke as I felt it continue to pour down my legs. Suddenly, he pulled all the way out and then punched back in. The broad head of his cock shoving my assring aside and sending fire up my spine to the base of my brain! Then, he pulled back out and did it again! "Ohhhhh gawwwwwd," He groaned, and began pulling all the way out and then thrusting back in to the hilt on every stroke. "Jesus!!! Fucking...!!! GOD!!!" He punched into me wildly, over and over...the pain and excitement of the brutal pounding left me clawing at his arms and shoulders as my body twisted and jerked, still held in mid-orgasm by the hand torturously clamped down on the trapped head of my dick! Suddenly.... "AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH," He thundered and released my dick. He bent double and swooped down on the head of my meat just as the first shot of cum burst free! My eyes bulged in both shock and sudden release as he sucked the cum from my spewing dick. At the same time, his body began to jerk and he hunched into my ass in short stabbing strokes. With his upper body curved like that, it pressed his jabbing cock right alongside my prostrate. I lost it!!! I held myself up on my elbows and watched his mouth devouring my dick and cum, as he began yelling onto my spewing meat and I felt his fat meaty cock unloading his second flood of cum up inside my ass!! 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