Date: Fri, 4 Feb 2011 12:55:20 -0500 (EST)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: its all relative-2

ITS ALL RELATIVE-2


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	19 year old Shakeem Miller awakened after a restless night's sleep
(keeping one eye on his gay uncle who slept next to him in the same bed,
making sure he didn't "accidentally" violate his personal space during the
night). Every time his uncle moved, Shakeem would awaken, waiting for the
`accidental' grope that never happened.
	As the morning sun started to creep through the half open curtains,
he noticed his uncle sitting up on the side of the bed (facing away),
getting his bearings. Shakeem couldn't help noticing his uncle's strong
back and broad muscular shoulders as he started to stretch and yawn. For
some odd reason Shakeem pretended to still be asleep (not wanting his uncle
to know he was watching), so he closed his eyes and peeked at him as he got
up and casually walked around the bed and across the room towards the
bathroom to relieve himself. Shakeem's eyes bulged when he saw his uncle's
dick swinging half-hard in his shorts before disappearing out into the
hall. Wondering WHAT got his uncle's dick so hard in the first place...(?),
	Shakeem got up out of bed and began searching for his
clothes. Where the hell was his clothes...??


	Meanwhile 39 year old Gregory Allen wasn't used to sleeping in
clothes, and found the cumbersome underwear very restricting as he walked
(half blind) into the bathroom and pulled his erection through the piss
slit of his boxers to urinate. He aimed his hard-on down into the toilet
bowl (awkwardly), then waited several seconds before releasing. Once the
heavy stream started, it lasted for nearly 70 seconds, emptying his full
bladder before the erection finally started to die down.
	Flushing, Greg walked over to the mirror and stared at his aging
reflection. He normally wore a tight hair cap to protect his naturally wavy
hair when he slept at night, however he forgot it after putting his nephew
to bed. Brushing his hair profusely to maintain his waves, Greg pulled out
the clippers and began trimming his mustache and bread, keeping it tight
before jumping in the shower.
	Once the hot water began to spay against his naked body, Greg
started to think about the circumstances of the man sleeping in bed beside
him all night. Greg wasn't used to having company sleep over (especially
company he hadn't yet had the pleasure of sticking his dick inside), and
found it difficult to sleep next to his nephew without rolling over in his
sleep to cuddle. Greg hesitate to wonder how Shakeem would have reacted had
he accidentally ground up against him last night in his sleep? Surely the
boy would have been freaked. G was glad that it was only for one night, and
that Shakeem would be out finding another place to flop tonight, or else HE
wouldn't be responsible for what might occur if they continued to sleep
together.


	After his shower, Greg preferred to air dry as opposed to towel
drying, and simply wrapped a large plain towel around his waist before
exiting the bathroom. "ah..., good morning...!" he said to his nephew as he
entered into the bedroom. "How'd you sleep last night...?" he asked,
heading over to his dresser to dab on his anti-deodorant and cologne.


"Not too well..." confessed Shakeem, sitting on the edge of the
bed. "...strange BED and all..."


"Right..." said G, lifting his arm to apply his Right Guard. "...what's
your plans for the day...?" he asked, curiously.


"Well..." said Shakeem, watching his uncle apply deodorant. "...I figured
I'd go back to my girl's place and see if she'd let me in to get some of my
stuff..." answered the young man, stopping when he noticed his uncle
shaking his head disapprovingly... "...what...?" he asked, wondering what
he said wrong?


"I wouldn't DO that if I were you...!" advised G.


"Why not...?" asked Shakeem, confused. "Everything I own is at Tamika's
house...! I don't have nothing with me but the clothes on my back...! She's
got my cell phone, my car keys, my Xbox, my video games, my clothes...!"


"All that shit can be replaced...!" said Greg. "Video games, cell phones,
clothes..., none of that shit's means anything! Ain't no woman gonna let
you come into HER home and take shit..., even IF it's yours!"


"Well what am I supposed to do...?" asked Shakeem, feeling at a
loss. "Without my cell phone I can't call any of my hommies to see if any
of them can put me up...! And without my clothes and car..., how'm I
supposed to get around without those...? And my video game..., I paid for
that with my own money!"


"I don't know what you should do..." said G, removing his towel as he stood
before his nephew completely naked. Shakeem's eyes widened in disbelief as
his gay uncle stood before him without any clothes on, his long soft dick
hanging low between his legs, just under a dense patch of extremely thick
pubic hair. "...but I suggest you don't go there alone...!"


"I NEED my stuff, uncle G...!" said Shakeem, watching his uncle select
which boxer-briefs he wanted to wear from his top drawer.


"Then take the cops with you..." suggested G, stepping one leg at a time
through each leg opening. "...have THEM escort you to her place to pick up
your things...! That's the ONLY way you'll be able to get your stuff
without her getting you thrown in jail!"


 "Jail...??" laughed Shakeem. "What would I go to jail for...?"


"If you go back there to that place alone, I GUARANTEE you she'll start an
argument and end up calling the cops to have you arrested!" vowed
Greg. "Women are vindictive! Ain't NO chick gonna wanna see you succeed and
do good without her! She'll make SURE your life is shit without her...,
even if SHE has to be the one to fuck it up!"


"Tamika's not like that..." stated Shakeem, as G pulled his brief's up to
fit his 36" waist.


"No...?" asked Greg, skeptically. "How many times have she kicked you out
since yall been living together...?" he questioned. Shakeem thought,
shrugging his shoulders... "Too many times to count, right...? And how many
times has she called the cops on you after a minor lil' domestic
squabble...?" asked G, causing Shakeem to chuckle... "Just as I thought!
Listen..., do me a favor, and don't go there by yourself...! Take the cops,
a friend, a neighbor, your MOM if you have to..., but don't go alone...,
trust me, I KNOW what I'm talking about!"


"Is THAT what happen with you and aunt Claudia..." asked Shakeem curiously,
reading between the lines. "...when you left your family for another
man...?"
	Greg paused, not sure he wanted to go down that road...


"Let's get one thing perfectly CLEAR, Shakeem..." said G, firmly. "...I
didn't leave my family..., I left my wife! It was HER that I didn't want to
be with anymore..., NOT my kids! But Claudia made it pretty clear that if I
didn't want to be with her..., that I wouldn't see ANY of them!" explained
G.


"I'm sorry uncle G..., I didn't mean any disrespect..." said the teen,
worried he might have offended his gracious uncle. "I mean..., I know
marriages fall apart and people split for different reasons..., but dude
must've put some kinda MOJO on you to make you leave your wife like that!"


"I don't expect you to understand..." said G, tossing on some jeans and
pull over. "...you'd have to walk a mile in my shoes before you could even
fathom what it felt like to live a lie...! To wake up every morning feeling
like you were living someone else's dream...! But like every dream...,
there comes a point when you wake up and see reality...!"


"And what was your reality...?" inquired Shakeem, intrigued by his uncle's
story.


"I was gay! Plain and simple! I wasn't cut out to be someone's husband!"


"But..., you'd already been married for years..." thought Shakeem out
loud. "...you had 3 kids with her...! Were you gay the whole time...?"


"I believe so...!" answered G, unsure.


"You don't know...?" asked Shakeem.


"It's not that simple an answer..." explained Greg. "...I've always had an
attraction for other men..., but I was attracted to women too...! I didn't
know what my problem was! I didn't know people could be attracted to both
sexes...! But I never acted on my feelings for men, and ended up marrying
Claudia after she got pregnant with Garrett...! It wasn't until almost 10
years later that I realized I was living a lie...! But when I came out to
Claudia..., she hit the roof! She even called the cops when I tried to move
out on her..., saying I hit her and beat her up...! She even turned my own
family against me, saying I was trash and didn't deserve to see my own
children! The only thing that saved me from spending any real time in jail
was that she didn't have a single bruise on her to prove I'd beaten her up!
The judge threw the case out of court when he realized it was a simple case
of a woman scorned! That's the ONLY thing that kept me from going to jail!
And that's WHY when I tell you `don't go back to your woman's home
alone'..., I MEAN IT! And don't fool yourself into think she's not THAT
way..., cause ALL women are that way when they wanna see your ass fry!"
said G, with certainty. "Just promise me you won't go by there without
someone to verify your story...!" he insisted.


"Okay..." said Shakeem, not believing it was necessary. G realized it was
probably something Shakeem would have to discover on his own. A man can
lead a horse to water... "uh..., uncle G..., can I ask you a question...?"


"Sure..." answered G.


"Where's my clothes...?" asked the teen, sitting in only his boxer shorts.
	G laughed...


"I washed them last night..." explained the uncle. "...there'r in the dryer
downstairs...! C'mon..., I'll get `em for you...!"


"Thanks..." said Shakeem relieved, following his uncle downstairs.


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	Despite his uncle's warnings, Shakeem found himself back at his
girlfriend's house with the $20 uncle G gave him for carfare. When Shakeem
got there Tamkia demanded to know WHERE he had spent the night at...?
Claiming she called his parent's and his best friend's houses and he wasn't
there! When Shakeem tried to explain that he had slept over his uncle's
house, Tamika went ballistic, calling her a liar as she threw pots, pans,
and dishes at his head, trying to kill him. When Shakeem finally managed to
escape, she called the police, claiming that he beat her. Shakeem was
picked up a few hours later and taken into custody for domestic battery.
	For his ONE phone call, he called Uncle Gee...


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	39 year old Gregory Miller left work early (as a city Sanitation's
Department Supervisor) to bail his nephew out of jail. All the way home (in
Greg's SUV) he told Shakeem "I TOLD YOU SO!", each statement like another
dagger through the teen boy's ringing ears.


"I'll PAY you back, uncle G..., I promise!" said the boy, sincerely.


"With WHAT...?" asked G. "You ain't got no job, no money, no place to
stay..., HOW you gonna pay back my $1500??"


"I'll..." thought Shakeem, unsure HOW he was going to pay it back. "...I'll
get a job...! I'll save up...!" he said simply, hoping for the best.
	Gee just continued driving, frustrated that he had to go into his
own personal savings for a nephew he hardly knew. "Where can I drop you
off...?" he asked, ready to dump his cargo on the nearest street corner...


"I, uh..." started Shakeem, unable to line up any prospects...
	Greg heard the hesitation in his voice and knew what that meant...


"Don't TELL ME you ain't have a chance to call any of your hommies yet...?"
he asked.


"Tamika wouldn't give me my phone!" defended Shakeem.


"I TOLD you she wouldn't!" argued uncle G. "But NO..., you just had to go
over there anyway...! And NOW I'm out 1500 dollars!"
	Shakeem felt small, as if his uncle was regretting helping him. But
he was about to feel even smaller...


"Uncle G..." he called, getting a worried look from the older
man. "...could I stay with YOU a few more days until I figure out what I'm
gonna do...?"


"Stay with me...?" asked G, "You saw my house...! I'm not prepared to
furnish houseguests!"


"I won't be a bother..." pleaded Shakeem. "...I could sleep on the
couch..., or in your weights room..."


"Nobody sleeps on my couch!" stated G. "And my weights room is off limits!"


"Please, uncle G...? You know how mom is...! I can't stand to hear her say
`I told you so'...!" he said, realizing his uncle just did the same
thing. "I just need a few days to catch up with my friends and see WHO
could put me up...! Please...? You won't even know I'm there!"


"How would I not know you're there..., you'll be sleeping right NEXT to
me!" argued G., trying to remember WHY he wanted to be close to family
again? His life was much easier when it was just him...!


	At home, G tossed Shakeem's jail smelling soiled clothes into the
wash, then he made sure he took a nice long hot bath in the tub, making
sure his body was squeaky clean before getting between his bed
again. Afterwards Shakeem got dressed in some of his uncle's old casual
clothes (sweat pants colored t-shirt, etc), and wandered down to the
weights room where his uncle worked out...
	For several minutes Shakeem stood in the doorway watching his uncle
lift weights, --his shirt off, his muscles bulging with strain and
glistening all over with sweat. Just looking at his uncle Shakeem found it
difficult to envision him doing anything sexual with another man. All the
gay guys Shakeem had knew (from high school and in the neighborhood) had
been slim, petite, fem types, the kind of guys who hung around girls all
day, spitting witty banter and ogling all the men unfortunate enough to
walk by. Uncle G was a man's man, a weight lifting sanitation worker who
drank beer and watched sports, the very essence of what guys like him did
with their male friends. Imagining his uncle fucking another dude was like
imagining two thugs fucking..., it just didn't compute.


"I see the clothes fit..." said G, catching his nephew watching from the
door.


"Yeah..., just barely..." said Shakeem, noting how roomy the shirt was in
the shoulders.
	Greg made two more rips with his weights before finally setting
them down...


"I wanna talk to you, youngin'..." he said with a serious tone.
	Shakeem swallowed nervously, hating the words `we need to talk'. "I
know you're really in a financial bind at the moment, and really have NO
way of paying me back what you owe me so far..."


"But I..." started Shakeem, getting a `be quiet' hand gesture from his
uncle...


"Don't talk, just listen...!" stated G. "I'm willing to chuck the 1500 you
owe me and let you stay here for as long as you like..." continued G, much
to Shakeem's surprise as he fought back a winning grin. "...hell..., I'll
even buy you a new wardrobe and a new video games..." offered G. "...IF you
do a few things for me...!"


"A few things like what...?" asked Shakeem, nervously.


"Well..." started G, wiping the sweat off his body with a towel. "...if
you're gonna be living here with me..., sharing a bed..., that means I
won't have ANY privacy to entertain...! I'm still a relatively young man
with needs and urges...! Which means if I can't invite someone over to help
satisfy those urges..., then YOU'RE gonna have to fill in...!"
	Shakeem felt the floor drop out from under him...


"Whadda you..." he started, swallowing the lump in his throat as he
replayed the statement in his head. "...whadda I gotta do...?" he
asked. "You wanna suck my dick or something...?"


"You'd LET me suck your dick or something...?" asked G., frankly.


"Well, yeah..." answered Shakeem. "...that's what gay men DO, right...?
Suck dick? I'd let you suck my dick if you wanted to..., I mean..., you're
letting me stay here and all..., right?"


"Right." smiled G.
	Shakeem felt awkward as the two men grew silent, unsure what to say
next...


"So..., what now...?" he asked, dumbfounded.


"You ever have a guy suck your dick before...?" inquired G.


"No. Never." answered Shakeem.


"Are you ready, now...?"


"Now...?" asked Shakeem, unsure.


"Yeah, now...!" answered G. "You ready to have your dick sucked NOW...? I'm
in the mood to REALLY suck some dick!"


"I dunno..." said Shakeem, feeling totally awkward now. "...I guess...!"


"Then meet me in the bedroom..." said G, "...and leave those clothes on the
floor!"
	Shakeem left his uncle's weights room in a total daze, quietly
mading his way two doors down to the master bedroom. Only the lamp was on,
casting most of the room in dark shadows as Shakeem shed his clothing,
tossing them on the floor (like his uncle said), then got into bed naked,
pulling the covers up over his body.
	He waited nervously for his uncle to come in, hearing the shower
turn on in the bathroom. Was uncle G taking a shower? The wait was
stifling. Shakeem thought of running 20 times, just grabbing his clothes
and bolting for the door. But where would he go? All his uncle wanted was
to suck his dick, he could let his uncle suck his dick for 1500 dollars and
a place to sleep, couldn't he? Was that too much to ask for? Surely if the
tables had been turned and uncle G turned out to be some hot chick who
needed help, HE (Shakeem) might be asking for the same agreement in return.
	When he heard the shower turn off, he felt his feet turn
cold. Seconds later uncle G walked into the bedroom naked, his long soft
dick dangling between his legs like a lump snake.


	Greg Miller took his time drying himself off, intentionally
prolonging his nephew's agony. He knew the straight boy was nervous, and
had even considered letting him off the hook (for a minute). He walked over
to the bed where Shakeem lay waiting, grabbed the quilt, then dramatically
ripped it off the bed with one tug, exposing his nephew's nude body.
	At 6'1" and 175 lbs of brown masculinity, Greg found himself
wanting his nephew more than he allowed himself to admit. Climbing onto the
bed, he gently ran his large hands all over the naked boy's body, feeling
the soft skin of his thigh as he ran his hand slowly up his legs.


	Shakeem lay prone in bed, afraid to move (or even breathe) as he
allowed his gay uncle to molest him. His heart was beating a million miles
a minute as he closed his eyes and tried pretending uncle G's large rough
hands were his girlfriend's, HER steady caresses and tender strokes as G
leaned in and began kissing and licking his body all over.
	Shakeem held his breath as his uncle's nose sniffed down about his
crotch and balls, licking and kissing the base of his dick and along his
pubic hairs and nut sac. Pulling Shakeem's legs open, G climbed down
between his spread thighs and began licking below his nuts, causing
Shakeem's body to tingle all over with goose bumps. Licking further down, G
lifted one of Shakeem's legs, exposing more of his ass. Shakeem jumped when
he felt his uncle's tongue wigging into his ass crack, licking towards his
asshole, going into the nether region. He couldn't believe that someone
would actually willingly try to lick another person's shit-hole (gay or
straight), licking the absolute nastiest part of another person's body. G
gently turned Shakeem onto his side, licking his tongue across Shakeem's
brown cheeks. Shakeem felt himself being forced over onto his stomach as G
gently pulled his legs apart to lie in-between them. Grabbing two hefty
handfuls of his nephew's meaty ass, he roughly pried the cheeks apart,
exposing the entire asshole for the first. Taking a moment to admire the
tight looking hole, G studied the wrinkled folds surrounded by a speckle of
tiny black curly anal hair. He could see the hole winking at him as Shakeem
squeezed it tightly closed, making sure the exit remained sealed.


"What'r you doing, uncle G..." asked Shakeem, looking back over his
shoulder nervously. "...I thought you were gonna suck my dick...?"


"All in good time..." said G, before lowering his face between his nephew's
ass cheeks and licking the deep crack.


"OH SHIT...!" cried Shakeem, completely startled by the electric shock his
mind experienced as the warm wet tongue washed smoothly over his puckered
anus. He had never had his asshole touched by another living person before,
let alone have it licked. Each swipe of his uncle G's warm tongue was like
lightning shooting though his body. He could feel his uncle spreading his
ass cheeks, licking up and down the crack of his hole, eating him as if it
were a woman's vagina.
	G pressed his face down into the deep crevice and continued
licking, lavishing the slightly haired hole as he thoroughly washed it with
spit. Shakeem found himself moaning erotically as strange new (alien)
sensations invaded his body. No matter how much he tried to wiggle free,
his uncle's face was right there, licking and sucking harder at his flushed
hole, driving his tongue straight into the ring and wedging it open against
its will.


	G ate his nephew's ass for nearly 40 minutes, loving the taste of
tight straight virgin male asses as he drilled it deep with his fingers,
lube, and tongue. Every time Shakeem tried to stop the foraging his asshole
(by pulling and twisting away), G would simply stronghold him into
position, keeping him immobile while he continued lap away at his
backdoor. Shakeem couldn't help wondering if this was how females felt to
have their pussies eaten...? Feeling the constant licking of their vaginas
by a horny hungry man? His dick lay rock hard beneath him, soaking pre-cum
into the bed sheets as he started to grind his erection into the
mattress. "You LIKE that, eh...?" asked G, catching Shakeem enjoying
himself.


"Huh...?" asked the boy, feeling like he got caught doing something he
wasn't supposed to.
	Did only gay guys enjoy getting their asses ate...?


"Push that ass back on my face..." encouraged Greg, slapping Shakeem's
butt. "...SHOW me how much you like my tongue up your hole! Fuck my face
with your pussy!"
	Shakeem found himself starting to tentatively push back against his
uncle's face, feeling G go wild in his ass. Gasping for breath, Shakeem
could feel his uncle voluntarily smothering himself every time he shoved
his face into his ass, his fat round cheeks cutting off his uncle's air
supply as he drove his tongue as deeply as he could into the his anal
ring. Shakeem found himself really starting to get into it, shoving his ass
back harder to get more of his uncle's tongue further up his chute.


"Oh god...!" he groaned, unable to believe how good it felt. "When'r you
gonna suck my dick...?" he asked, needing his dick sucked badly.


"You want me to suck your dick...?" asked G, lifting his hairy face up from
nephew's ass (briefly) before looking into his eyes.


"Yeah, man..." moaned Shakeem, desperate to feel his dick in something
wet. "...I'm so fuckin' HARD right now...! I NEED my dick sucked...!" he
pleaded.


"So you don't like having your pussy eaten...?" asked G, licking the hole a
few more times, causing Shakeem to moan out loud.


"My...pussy...?" questioned Shakeem, not liking the analogy.
	However he couldn't deny the rush he got every time his uncle's
tongue washed over his hole...


"Which do you want more..., you dick sucked, or your asshole ate...?" asked
G, between licks.
	Shakeem hesitated for a moment. Surely he preferred his dick sucked
(what man wouldn't?), yet...he couldn't deny how much he thoroughly enjoyed
getting his ass ate.


"My dick..." he whispered softly, almost unsure.


"Yeah...?" asked G, climbing up from the spit soaked anus. But before
Shakeem could roll over onto his back (to get into position to get his dick
sucked), G climbed up onto his beck, resting his own thick hard-on between
his nephew's wet cheeks as he gently rubbed himself back and forth.
	Shakeem could feel his uncle's dick sliding up and down his ass
crack, the head playfully nudging at his moist bunghole. "How's THAT
feel...?" asked the older man, laying his weight against Shakeem's back.


"Please..." whimpered Shakeem, as his uncle's hairy chest scratched against
his back.


"Please, what...?" asked G, his hot breath against his nephew's ear as he
began grinding his dick into the ass.
	Shakeem felt his uncle's hands wrapping around him, holding him
tightly from behind as he ground into him. G started to lick and suck at
Shakeem's neck, his mustache and beard scratching the boy's tender neck
sensually. Shakeem could feel the dick pressing into him harder, the head
wedged right up against the well eaten spit & lube soaked exit as it slowly
began to breech the fleshly barrier.


"URRHHG...!" grunted Shakeem, feeling the dick starting to break through
his tightly clenched anal ring. G ignored his discomfort, even as Shakeem
tried to struggle free from under him. "Wait...!" said Shakeem, as G
latched his mouth to his neck (like a vampire) and started sucking while
still pressing his dick forward. "AAHHHH...!" yelled Shakeem as the dick
pushed further into him, starting to stretch his anal ring out of
shape. "Uncle G..., wait...!" he pleaded, feeling as if he were on the
losing end of the stick.
	G swirled his hips, slowly grinding into the ass (more insistently)
as his lubed manhood started to slowly penetrate the virgin hole beneath
him. "AAARRRHHH...!" screamed Shakeem as his uncle suddenly wrapped his
strong forearm about his neck, holding him in a headlock as he pressed
forth. "No...! Don't...!" he protested, feeling his uncle push
harder. "AARRRHHHHGGG...!!" he screamed out loud as the dick head finally
popped into his anus, ripping through the tight fighting seal like a
battering ram.


"Awww FUCK YEAH!" groaned G, feeling the tight sphincter muscles snap down
on his crown like a mousetrap. Using his considerable strength, he held his
nephew in place as he slowly but surely wedged more and more of his sizable
manhood into his ass. Shakeem felt his own strength seeping away as he
pleaded with his uncle to let him go, trying to pry his forearm from about
his neck. G held tighter as he bore down with his hips, inching a few more
inches into the fighting rectum as it clamped, squeezed, and strangled his
solid shaft with vice lock grip.
	G couldn't remember the last time he was in an asshole so
tight. Just feeling his nephew struggle beneath him (hearing his manly
grunt as he fought to keep his manhood intact, --fighting to keep the dick
out of him) was enough to spur the older man on as he shoved forth and
ground his pelvic bone into his Shakeem's round ass. "YEEAHHHH...!!" he
shouted triumphantly, feeling the anal ring clamp down and convulse madly
about the root of his deeply embedded dick.


"SHIT MAN..., IT HURTS!" cried Shakeem, feeling the searing stabbing pain
shooting through his rectum. His anus fought a valiant fight against
impossible odds, attacking the hard shaft with death grip intensity as it
tried to repel the invader in its bowels.


"Don't fight it..." advised uncle G, his lips right next to Shakeem's ear
as his facial hair scratched upon the ear rim. "...it'll go easier if you
just relax and GO with it!"


"GO WITH IT...?!" yelled Shakeem in disbelief, unable to relax while being
raped. It felt like an elephant in his ass. He could feel the big dick
pulsating inside him as if it were ALIVE.


"Trust me son..., it's easier if you commit to it rather than fight against
it...!" promised G. "Who knows..., you might even start to LIKE it!"


"I DOUBT it!" defied Shakeem, feeling nothing but pain.


"I'm out $1500..., you're getting fucked one way or another..., so you
might as well enjoy it!"
	Shakeem said nothing, knowing he had very little say in the matter
as his uncle ground his hips into his ass, churning his big dick around in
his socket. Shakeem didn't understand how gay men took such punishment?
Were their asshole larger from birth, built to house big dicks like his
uncle's?
	G started to slowly withdraw and push back up into Shakeem's ass
with his hips, effectively sliding his dick in and out of Shakeem's sore
hole, fucking him. Shakeem screamed out loud as a ripping pain shot through
him, feeling more like an extracting telephone pole rather than another
man's dick. G normally like to hear his conquests scream, but Shakeem was a
different story. His screams would have the nosey neighbors calling the
cops if he continued, so G removed his arm from about his nephew's neck and
placed his hand over his mouth to stifle his screams. Shakeem felt the
large black hand covering his mouth, muffling his sound as he continued to
yell into his uncle's palm.


	Shakeem started to become aware of his other senses while he was
being raped by his uncle. He could feel his uncle G's hot breath blowing
against the side of his face. He could hear his heavy breathing as he
thrust and pumped his hips into him, butt fucking him as if he were one of
his butt buddies. He could feel his uncle's hairy chest scratching against
his smooth back, as well as his hairy groin every time it slapped into his
backside. He could feel his uncle's strength surrounding him, holding him
captive as he fucked. And he could feel his uncle's strong dick slicing
through him, turning his asshole into a pussy as he fucked it like one.
	Shakeem knew his uncle had gone out of his way to help him out
(bailing him out of jail and giving him a place to stay after nearly 10
years of no contact), he KNEW he owed his uncle a great deal of gratitude,
but he NEVER intended on giving up his ass for a spot in his uncle's
bed. He was supposed to be getting his dick sucked right now, not getting
his bunghole banged. His uncle had TRICKED him into believing all he had to
do was let him suck his dick and they would be cool. Now he had his uncle's
big dick ripping through him like a sledgehammer, busting through his never
before fucked anus and reaching up into his bowels with nearly every
stroke. Shakeem could feel the dick going deeper, taking over his body from
the inside out, making him his uncle's puppet.


	Shakeem could not remember experiencing such pain in his life. No
SHIT he ever had felt worse than the pain of having his straight virgin ass
fucked for the first time. Every inward stroke was like a stab to the gut
as searing pain shooting through him as surely as a punch to the gut in
some violent attack. It was difficult trying to relax with someone shoving
another part of their body up inside yours, and Shakeem found his asshole
involuntarily clamping down on its own accord, trying to fight for the rite
of passage. G loved how the asshole fought against him, the strong (but
weakening) anal muscles contracting to try to force him out like a turd it
didn't want. It only spurred him to continue fucking, determined to tame
the ass as he started to set a steady pace, pumping back and forth to send
his rock hard manhood through Shakeem with solid motion. The pain was
unbearable for the teenager, like intentionally impaling one's self on a
sword over and over again. But eventually (inevitably) the searing white
hot pain started to die down, gradually losing some of its bite as the
in/out motion progressed into a long repetitive session.
	G noticed his nephew fighting less and less as his anal muscles
weakened and started to wear itself out. While the anus was still extremely
tight, it no longer tired to push him out as the dick had won the rights to
the anal track. Each inward stroke became infinitely easier than the last,
boring through flesh and muscle to lay waste to the inner rectum. G knew
there was no way this would be the last time he fucked his nephew's ass, so
long as the boy was a guest in his house, his ass was open season.


	Shakeem continued to lay on his stomach as his uncle lay on top of
him, humping into his ass as he repeatedly sent his dick well into the
depths of his buttock. Shakeem was shocked to find the pain diminishing,
becoming less excruciating and more like a dull ache. By no means did it
feel good, but he knew he would survive barring no bleeding catastrophes.
	He could feel his uncle moving through him, his long hard dick
slicing his body in half as his dick beat a path straight through him. It
was mind boggling to know there was another guy inside him, using his ass
to get off. Shakeem could hear his uncle's grunting groans of erotic
pleasure in his ear, obviously enjoyed fucking his nephew's ass.
	G felt his nephew becoming more receptive, fighting less as he
opened up and more accepted his fate. He was able to move through him
easier, fucking deeper and harder as Shakeem finally was able to relax and
accept what was happening. G dug deep as he probed the depths of Shakeem's
hole, his lust fueled by the manly grunts of erotic pain the boy
suffered. Eventually he found Shakeem beginning arch his back, elevating
his ass more to make a better target. G was happy to find that when he
removed his hand from about Shakeem's mouth, that he was no longer
screaming like a victim. Instead he grunted erotically, taking his uncle's
thrusts like a man. But when G suddenly (unexpectedly) reached under the
boy's raised hips to find he was hard (his dick leaking prominent gobs of
pre-cum onto the bed sheets as his body was fucked), G knew he hit
pay-dirt. Shakeem was as surprised as his uncle to find his dick hard. He
had no idea his dick had responded to his uncle's actions, as his mind had
been so focused on the pain in his ass. G pulled him up into doggy
position, forcing Shakeem up onto his hands and knees. Shakeem felt his
uncle's hands gripping upon his waist as he continued to hump into him,
slapping his hips into his ass. The dick sped through him, fucking well
inside him as G lay across his back and gently jacked him off underneath.


"Oh shit..." groaned Shakeem as his uncle's huge hand wrapped around his 8"
erection. Forced to deal with the constant in/out friction in his asshole,
now Shakeem found himself having to contend with his uncle's expert hand
job. He had been hoping his uncle would still suck his dick, giving him
some kind of relief after robbing him of his virginity, but uncle G seemed
determined to make Shakeem cum with his dick still planted up his ass.
	With his uncle's weight completely supported on Shakeem's knees and
elbows, Shakeem whimpered and moaned into the pillows as his ass was
fucked. Nothing he had ever experienced could have prepared him for what
was happening to him tonight. He felt violated, molested, raped, and
wonderfully excited all at the same time. While his body had found a way to
cope with (and even begin to enjoy) what was happening, Shakeem's mind was
still closed to the fact that another MAN was bringing him pleasure simply
by fucking his body with his dick. Just the idea alone made Shakeem want to
run and hide.
	G had no idea what kind of thoughts were going through his 19 year
old nephew's head. He had a suspicion that it might have been similar to
the ones HE had when he had HIS first experiences, realizing that sex with
another guy wasn't as bad and disgusted as first believed. G could feel his
nephew's dick starting to jerk in his stroking hand, and knew it was only a
matter of time before he was seeding the sheets with his load. G stroked
faster as he fucked, feeling Shakeem's asshole spasm with each jerk of his
dick. While the anus was still new to getting fucked, the sphincter muscles
(though weakened from the constant massage) was still strong enough to
clamp down tightly about the plunging dick every time Shakeem's dick jerked
in his uncle's hand, G found himself jacking faster, loving the way the
asshole spasm and milked his plunging dick.


"Oh god...! Oh gosh...!" gasped Shakeem, feeling his impending orgasm
suddenly upon him.
	G felt the dick swell in his hand just before the first jet of cum
shot out. "AARRRHHHGGGGH...!!!" screamed Shakeem, losing ALL composure as
the cum started to spurt from his body, shooting out across the bed sheets
in rapid fire. "AARRRHHHHHHHHHH...!!!"
	G continued fucking Shakeem straight through his orgasm. When
Shakeem collapsed on the cummy mattress (trying to escape the continuing
rape) G followed, never missing a beat as he continued to fuck the hot ass
beneath him.
	He rammed his dick in and out of his nephew's sore hole, fucking
his ass despite the painful death grip the anus was now producing. G's hips
slapped into Shakeem's ass cheeks over and over as he rammed himself balls
deep with every stroke. Shakeem continued to grunt out loud in pain, his
sore ass catching the brunt of punishment for his stupidity.


"I'm about to cum, too!" announced G, fucking even harder.
	Shakeem felt relieved that his torture would soon be over. He felt
his uncle's thrusts becoming more desperate as his grip became more
urgent. All at once Shakeem wondered WHERE was his uncle going to cum?
Surely he would pull out before he shot his load..., sparing his one and
only nephew the indignity of being cummed in? But before his mind could
register the answer, he felt his uncle shove all the way in, grunting
loudly as he impaled his nephew on all 10 inches of his swollen
manhood. "OH FUCK..., I'M COMING...!!" he yelled, grounding his hips into
Shakeem's ass as his dick pulsed, then suddenly exploded a geyser as great
wads of thick heavy sperm shot directly into Shakeem's
bowels. "AARRRRHHHHHH FUCK YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! AAAWWWW SHIT!!" yelled G as
the cum ripped from his body, emptying into the ass beneath him.
	Shakeem lay under his uncle, feeling the big dick pulse and throb
inside his aching rectum, filling his anal canal with a river of hot
searing cum from his uncle's balls. G squirmed about on top of him, filling
Shakeem's gut with the same potent juices that created his cousins. Both
men collapsed and calmed down as their heart rates and breathing returned
to normal. G slowly pulled Shakeem's onto their sides (in spoon position),
keeping his draining dick firmly lodged inside the no longer virgin hole.
	Shakeem felt his uncle wrap his muscular arm around him snugly,
cuddling him back to chest as both men settled in for a heavy sleep...


"THIS's what it's gonna cost you if you wanna live here and be my bitch!"
whispered G, kissing Shakeem on the neck as his dick continued to ooze the
last of his sperm in his nephew's well fucked ass...
	Shakeem felt his uncle's strong arms wrap around him as they
settled into sleep, and found himself thinking the losing of his anal
virginity wasn't quite that bad...


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