Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2018 20:22:11 -0700 From: B C Subject: Getting to know Uncle Bruce, part 3 Why not kick back, fire up a good smoke, and donate to Nifty? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html --- By Taz & copendip1999 Part 3, Carl and his Dad "Carl git your good for nothin ass down here!" Jim yelled up at his lazy goddamned son who was still sleepin', it was already 10 on a Saturday and that guy still hadn't gotten up out of bed! He finished his smoke, poured himself another cup of good strong coffee and fired up another Red. Huh, he was gonna need to put a shirt on sometime today, but fuck it it could wait. Jim was a good hard workin' cowboy type of man, mid 50's with a kickass goatee and awful damn furry chest. His son Carl and him had been living in the area for a long while since his wife left when she caught him with another man, and since then hell he was too busy workin' most of the time, odd jobs truck driving and any kind a ranch work he could get. He leaned back against the kitchen counter and just gulped his coffee and enjoyed his smoke for a while. Damn, he fucking loved smoking. Been at it nonstop since he was 12, Reds, Wides, cigars, pipes, dip, and all that, he fucking loved it. Ain't never looked back or thought more than "bullshit" whenever anyone gave him shit about it. He knew it wasn't healthy but aw hell that stuff works out over time and his pa had lived to 85 and died with a smoke in his mouth, pretty much. He wouldn't want his son to do it, but hey, his house, his rules, and he wouldn't give a rip if Carl wanted to do whatever he wanted in his own place. Carl made his entrance, still in his underwear and a torn short sleeve flannel shirt. "Oh you're dressing for the ladies today, huh, boy?" Jim grinned as he exhaled smoke and started walking over to his son. "Up nice and early, sleep well, Princess?" he sneered, punching Carl on the shoulder. "Fuckin Dad! Knock it off!" "Just playin with ya Boy. Grab yourself some coffee, we're gonna go drop a bunch of trees on the north side of the Johnson property and it's gonna be a sweaty fucking mess with the weather we got here. Get ready quick, I got lunch packed and ya missed breakfast." He clapped his son on the shoulder and went to find a shirt. Bouncing along in his old-as-dirt F-series truck, hauling a pipe with country tunes on the radio, saws in the bed a the truck ready to rock with a cooler containing a bunch of water and sandwiches an a few beers, it was already hot as fuck and it wasn't even noon yet. Carl played with his fuckin' phone. "Texting your girlfriends, Princess?" Carl just snorted. What his dad didn't know is he was texting with Craig, his new friend he'd just met a few months back. They'd hit it off like a shot with a beer chaser and hung out a bunch, and Craig was telling him he'd managed to steal an unfinished pack a smokes from his uncle Bruce who was taking care of him, and he'd even snuck one of his uncle's cigars! The smell of his dad's pipe was gettin him a bit horny and he knew he'd been feeling like this for a while now, and he was for DAMN sure enjoying sneaking smokes with his buddy Craig. His dad looked over at him. "You gonna do anything useful today or just play on your fuckin phone, Carl?" Carl put his phone away and pulled his camo hat down over his eyes and slumped down in the seat to relax. His dad pulled into a gas station to gas up and buy some smokes and Copenhagen, and he set his pipe down in the console as he swung out of the truck. Carl eyed it sitting there, smoldering a bit, and nervously watched as his dad entered the run-down gas station and garage. Fuck it, he thought, and grabbed the pipe and held it. He looked around to make sure nobody was watching then put it in his jaw and puffed like he'd seen his Dad do all his life, and the taste was just as damn good as he expected. He felt himself start to get a boner and keeping an eye on the gas station he flipped down the sunscreen so he could see himself in the mirror with his Dad's pipe in his jaw. Fuck, that was badass! He damn near shit himself when a loud knock on his window shook him out of his moment and he almost just dropped the pipe outta his jaw and turned to see Dirty Pete grinnin at him. Fuck! Fuck! He rolled the window down and kept holding onto the pipe, real nervous. "Hey boy! Your dad want a receipt or not for the gas? Machine's broke so I'd need to go inside to get one, is all." "Uh, uh no sir that'll be OK" he choked out. "You got it, boy!" Dirty Pete, one of the mechanics who helped out at the garage, gave him a kind of funny look and a real dirty grin and turned away chuckling. Fuck, I hope he don't tell my dad, Carl thought! He replaced the pipe in the console and waited until his dad came out of the gas station, pausing to fire up a smoke on the way back to his truck. His dad didn't seem to notice and Dirty Pete didn't seem to have said nothin' so they just continued on to the job site, but his dad did look over at him funny and said "Hey you OK boy? You seem real flushed." "Naw I'm fine I just didn't get nothin to eat and it's heating up in here already, I'll chug a bunch of water when we get to the job, I'll be OK." His dad chuckled, "Ya missed a hell of a breakfast for sure, boy! OK don't go getting dehydrated now we got a long day ahead." The long day passed as it usually did with him and his dad, the two of them working as a team, tying off trees and dropping them and cutting `em up and stacking `em neatly so they could be sold later for firewood. They stopped for a late lunch, wolfed down their food and his dad allowed him a beer at lunch and saved more for after. The two gallons of water they brought went pretty quick and Carl was sweating so damn much he didn't even have to piss! Couple of hours later, three cords of wood were ready to set and dry and Carl was fucking beat. He and his dad sat on the tailgate of the truck while his dad fired up a cigar and passed Carl over a beer. Heck, Carl wished his Dad had passed him over the cigar, but that wasn't going to happen! They shot the shit and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of a good day's work while the sun set and the heat began to slack off a bit. Fuck, he'd always loved the smell of his dad's smoke, and seemed to be getting more into it lately... the smell of the cigar almost had him sportin' wood of his own, again, and he started texting Craig to see if he was free tonight. "Heck yeah dude can I come over? Think we can smoke in your room? Would your Dad know?" "Cool bro naw he sleeps downstairs usually just passes out on the couch watching TV drinking beers and I always run a fan to keep cool so he won't even notice." "Awesome I'll head over in a bit" Carl damn near fell asleep in the truck on the drive home while his dad finished off his cigar, quiet music on the radio as they bumped along the country roads home. As soon as they got home, Carl unloaded the bed of the truck and put their gear away, then told his dad that Craig was gonna be over soon. "Fine by me, son," Jim said as he grabbed a fresh pack a smokes out of his shirt pocket and started opening the pack. Heck yeah! Carl joined his dad on the couch and the two of them sat and watched ESPN for a while as his dad started to really rip into a few beers and shots and chain smoking. Bout a half hour later there was a knock at the door, Carl got up to get the door and welcomed Craig in, grinning at Craig's backpack and what was in it. "Howdy Jim!" Jim had told Craig to call him by his first name when they'd been introduced. "Howdy there yourself Craig!" Jim yelled from the couch, "Now get me a beer!" he laughed but Craig and Carl went to the kitchen and Craig grabbed a beer from the fridge. He brought it over to the half-drunk man on the couch, his eyes a bit glassy as he looked up at Craig, grinning. "Thanks, boy, may need to swap ya out for my own damn lazy son if ya keep this up!" He chuckled as he hauled on his smoke. "Why don't ya boys grab yourself a beer and go do whatever the hell it is you do up in your room, OK?" "Don't have to be told that twice!" Craig said going back to the kitchen and grabbing two more beers. "Thanks Jim! Hell yeah!" "Just try and get Princess there up outta bed before 10 tomorrow, ya hear? Have fun yawl!" and he went back to drinkin, smokin, and passing away the evening alone while Carl and Craig bounced up the stairs. Fan in the window, beers cracked, Craig showed off his loot to Carl. "We got six Wides and... check this out!" Craig passed over one of his Uncle Bruce's cigars, the one he'd snuck earlier, before... before his Uncle had caught him and taught him a lesson. "Awesome! Hell I can't wait! My dad'll be passed out in about a half hour, then we can get to smokin!" "Fuck yeah Carl! This is going to rock!" The two of them stripped down to their underwear n dirty shirts, talked shit about how hard they'd been working this summer and how fucking hot it was and how there wasn't jack shit to do around here and all the standard stuff while they played Madden and just passed the time. Carl went to take a piss and looked downstairs and saw that the TV was off and he could hear his dad snoring loudly on the couch. "It's time for a smoke, Craig!" Carl announced as he got back from the bathroom. The beer giving them both a bit of a buzz, Craig took out a smoke and handed it to Carl, grabbed one for himself then hesitated a moment. "Hey, man, put this pack in your shirt pocket, OK? I think it looks really fucking cool." "It does, don't it?" Carl said putting the pack in. Fuck yeah it did! He felt the pack rubbing against his nipple and felt a bit of a tickle between his legs. Fuckin hot! Craig held out his lighter and kept his eyes locked on Carl's while he gave his buddy a light then fired up his own Wide. Aw, yeah, that felt good. The two of them relaxed on the bed and just hauled smoke for a while. "Fuck, this is awesome. I don't know why my dad don't let me smoke. Hell, maybe he would if I asked him?" "Well... " Craig hesitated, almost unsure whether to tell Carl the next bit or not. "My Uncle's been letting me smoke with him, man," he said sheepishly. "WHAT THE FUCK" Carl nearly yelled before clamping it in so as to not wake up his dad. "Seriously? Fuck!" "Yeah, he won't let me smoke on my own but when we kick it after work and whatever he'll bring me beers and he tells me to smoke with him." "That is so fucking awesome!" "Yeah, he tells me I've gotta smoke when he tells me to," Craig said with a bit of a grin, looking right at Carl. "No shit?? Can I come over more often, bro?" punching Craig in the shoulder. Finished with their first smokes, the punching turned into a bit of wrestling around as usual and ended up with Craig pinned down and Carl leering down at him. Fuck, Carl was strong! "So am I gonna have to make you call me Uncle, Craig?" Carl grinned. "Fuckin naw, Princess!" Craig grunted as Carl twisted his hands farther. "Goddamnit Carl!" "Uncle Carl to you, Craig" he said putting his knee in Craig's crotch. "You gonna get your Uncle a cigar, now?" "Fuckin Uncle! Ow! Fuck!" they broke it up laughing but kind of stimulated and got up to get the cigar. "Did you grab a cutter?" "Naw, we can use a knife." They cut the end off, pretty pleased with themselves at how that turned out, and Craig passed it to Carl. "Here ya go, Uncle," said Craig with a wink. Fuck, that got him hard after all the jerking off that his real Uncle Bruce had made him do while he smoked and his Uncle smoked a cigar, or when his Uncle was jerking him off, and that first time Uncle Bruce had told him to get down on his knees and suck him off... "Fire me up, Nephew Craig" said Carl with a grin on his face. "Hell yeah!" Craig held up the lighter and Carl puffed the cigar to life, blowing the smoke out on Craig's face. Fuck he'd always wanted his Dad to do that to him. He put the cigar in his jaw and kept puffing on it while he pulled out the pack of Wides from his shirt pocket and said "Here ya go dude you can smoke this while I enjoy this cigar for a bit." Awesome! Craig fired up the Wide and the two of them kicked back again on the bed, smoking and slowly stroking their crotches. Yeah, this wasn't the first time the two of them had gotten horny together. It became a pretty regular thing after the first time Carl'd scored a half rack a beer from another buddy's older brother and Carl and Craig had gotten lit while Jim was out of town, they'd ended up buck naked running around outside and that turned into some indoor wrestling and that'd turned into some cock tugging and eventually suckin. The smoke was turning them both on way more than usual, though, and it weren't long before some hard cocks were visible in their underwear.. "Well why don't ya reach over here and help me out, nephew?" teased Carl. "Gonna need to make ya call me Uncle again?" "Hell naw Uncle I got it," Craig reachin over and grabbin Carl's cock through his underwear. "Fuck yeah, nephew! Work that fuckin cock! Heh this is fuckin hot buddy!" "Yeah? Ya want me to show ya what my real Uncle's been showin me?" "Ya know I do buddy!" Craig fuckin' went for it. Haulin hard on his Wide, blowin smoke down on Carl's crotch while he pulled out his cock. Yeah, he was gonna smoke up his buddy's cock and suck it good! Jim woke up downstairs mouth tasting like a fucking funeral and he got up to get some water. Or another beer, heh. Huh, sounded like the guys were still up? Whatever. He went to the kitchen, flipped on the light and decided to grab a beer out of the fridge. He cracked it and went and looked out the window while he took a few sips, and noticed that the shed door was open. Damnit. Fuckin son hadn't done it right again. He thought about heading outside himself, but since he knew Carl was up he decided to head upstairs and tell him to do it his damn self. When Jim got to the top of the stairs he was like Huh, smells like cigars up here, heck I didn't smoke one in here tonight did I? He approached the cracked door quietly. Huh. His son was getting his cock sucked by Craig. He didn't expect that. Huh! His son was smoking a cigar while Craig sucked his son's cock, that was pretty cool actually! Instead of knocking or saying anything, Jim just watched them as Carl hauled that cigar and Craig fired up another smoke and kept going down on him, gagging himself and blowing smoke out around the shaft of Carl's cock. Jim could feel himself starting to get hard. Where the hell did they get that cigar and those smokes? They weren't his brand! Then Carl fucked up and tried to inhale the cigar smoke. Nope, that wasn't happening! He started to cough and bucked hard enough that he thrust real deep into Craig's unready mouth and choked him hard. Heh yep that's my boy, thought Jim, always fucking things up! Jim was fully hard now and ducking back away from the door trying not to laugh out loud. He could hear Craig say "well that means it's my turn now, Carl!" "Awwright ya sure earned it there..." Jim couldn't resist and wanted to see what his boy looked like sucking a cock, and moved silently closer to the door just in time to hear the flick of a lighter as Carl fired up another smoke and Craig settled back on the bed with the cigar in his jaw, ball cap hangin' low and the smoke curling up inside of it. Damn, his son was going all in on Craig's cock, doin' the same thing, hauling hard on his smoke and then choking himself down on Craig's rod while exhaling. "Maybe that boy's good for something after all," thought Jim as he rubbed his cock through his crotch listening to the sound of his son gagging on a hard cock. "I ain't gonna disturb `em now, let `em have their fun, but I think I'm gonna need to teach my boy a lesson or two about how to properly smoke a cigar." The next day, Jim heard the guys banging around upstairs while he was workin his way through his morning smokes and making breakfast, so at least Craig was good to his word and had gotten their lazy asses up before the sun went down again. They emerged looking pretty much the same as they'd looked heading upstairs last night, and Jim could smell their stink even over his smoke. "Morning! Coffee's hot and breakfast's on the stove there boys," he said as they banged around the kitchen looking awkward. He fired up another smoke, this time casually exhaling a good-sized cloud right in front of where Carl was about to step. He saw Carl inhale the smoke, like he figured he would! The three of them ate and threw back coffee in silence together for a while, then Carl and Craig started chatting about what they may get up to later, but Craig was gonna head home and help his Uncle Bruce with some chores today. A bit later as they finished eating Jim fired up a smoke and Craig headed for the door. "Thanks Jim! Appreciate the breakfast and all!" "No problem there son," winked Jim. "See ya soon little buddy." Carl didn't think anything of it, but Jim had something in mind this morning. Carl was finishing cleaning up and Jim finished his smoke, watching his son chorin'. "Fuck," he thought to himself, "I'm really about to do this aren't I?" Jim went and grabbed a cigar from his humidor and cut it, getting it ready and pocketing a torch lighter. Jim walked back into the kitchen where Carl looked like he was about to head upstairs. "Hold up a second there boy. I got something to talk to you about," he said. "What's up pops?" Jim coughed lightly and started feeling a bit hot and reached behind his head to scratch when he said, "So I was kinda wondering, boy, why ya reek of cigar smoke when I didn't fire one up last night." Carl kind of froze. A bit of silence ticked on between them while Jim could hear the refrigerator and the kitchen clock. "Now look, boy, I want you to tell me honestly if you were smokin' last night," Jim squinted nervously at his son. More silence. Carl opened his mouth finally and said, "Well... well yeah I was. Craig and I smoked one, we--" Jim cut him off. "And that's not all ya did, was it, boy?" Jim's heart was pounding in his chest and he could feel his cock gettin' hard. Carl couldn't meet his eyes and looked down at the floor. Jim knew he had him right where he wanted him! He stepped forward and quietly said, "It's OK, son. I came upstairs to tell ya' to finish closing up the shed and I saw you and Craig having a mighty fine time together." He waited a bit. Carl didn't say shit. "Now when I say it's OK, son, what I mean is that it's fucking OK. -- except for one thing." Carl looked up at him finally. "What... what's that, pop?" "You need to learn how to smoke a cigar properly." There! Jim had done it! Hell yeah, he was going to teach his son how to smoke a cigar and enjoy it! Carl just fuckin' blinked up at him like he hadn't heard him right. "What?" "Ya heard me, boy, you're gonna learn to smoke the right way. Now, ya were doing pretty damn well with those cigarettes you were hauling, but ya didn't do too well on that cigar. Hell, I didn't want you to start but if you're going to be a smoker like your old man you're gonna have to fuckin' smoke like the man I am, son." Carl still just stared up at him. "Come here boy, you're gonna smoke a cigar with me." He reached forward and put his slightly shaky hand on Carl's shoulder. As his Dad led him into the living room, Carl's mind was fucking blown and his knees were weak and he felt his Dad's warm hand on his shoulder and knew he was about to smoke a cigar with his Dad and he could feel his cock stirring, and he looked up at his Dad and saw a big ole' grin on his face...