Date: Sat, 21 May 2005 14:56:29 -0400 From: jocstrapfan@aol.com Subject: Learning from Uncle Matt This is a work of fiction, written to simply be enjoyed. As always, I appreciate comments and suggestions! It all started the summer I turned 18, I stayed at my aunt and uncle's house. I'd been there only a few days when my cousin Reece came home for a week to visit. He and I were never close. He's five years older than me and our families lived 1,500 miles apart plus we didn't have a lot in common. So the thought of having to share a room with him was uncomfortable. I was in bed when he came in later that night. The room was too dark to see as he stripped down. I imagined the sight of his bulky frame slipping between the sheets. Horny teenager that I was, my hardened cock strained my shorts. "Hey Luke, you asleep." He whispered to me, I didn't replay. I heard his breathing deepen after a few minutes, a soft murmuring "yes" over and over. Then it was the unmistakable sound of flesh against flesh that made me realize Reece was jerking off. I slowly rolled in his direction hoping to see but there wasn't even a ray of moonlight. I snaked my hand into my jockeys to palm my horny erection. The pace soon quickened, his short panting breathes grew louder, more even With a final 'Fuck yeah" I knew he spilled his seed. I opened my mouth in a silent groan and drained my nuts. I soon fell into a dreamless sleep. I was woken out of a dead slumber by the sound of the bed creaking. I studied Reece's naked form as he lay there; broad shoulders, meaty chest sprinkled with black hair, peaked with dollar-sized nipples, the thick tree-truck legs spread. His cock, magnificent. Eight solid inches, deeply veined and capped with a smooth, shiny head that was moist and dripping. I ground my swollen prick deeper into the mattress as I watched. He pounded and bucked while he stroked himself faster. Head back, with eyes shut he pumped his hose. I faintly heard him groan, "gonna shoot." His back arched and with a prolonged 'yessssss!" his throbbing meat exploded. When the first white ropy jet arced up his belly I lost it. I bit the pillow fighting back the urge to moan and thrust my spraying shaft deeper into the bed. I filled my shorts with another hot cum-load. Reece hastily stood up, his creamy discharged snaked wetly through the patch of his pubes as he headed to the bathroom. I rolled over and fell back to sleep. We never spoke about it although he must have known I was aware of what he was doing. I went to sleep each night and woke up every morning to the sound of him beating off. Then it was the fourth or fifth evening of his stay that he was in bed reading when I turned in for the night. I quietly pulled off my clothes, dove into the bed. Through half shut-eyes I watched the movement under the sheets, the hand moving up and down his hidden stalk. After 15 minutes, he seemed satisfied I was asleep and reached for the light switch, it was then that I noticed the hand-towel sitting on his nightstand. He was primed and ready, it was only moments when I heard the familiar sounds of him nearing the edge. I fought the ache in my balls, the urge to pump along with him. He climaxed with short grunt and was snoring softly within minutes. Finally, I quietly rose, judged the distance between our beds and my hand found the damp cloth. I inhaled the intoxicating aroma of his pungent spunk, my burning nutsscreamed for release. I covered my bloated cock-knob with the wet towel and smeared his oily juice along my shaft. My dick pounded continually as I again sniffed then with tongue extended, I tasted his spicy discharge. My cock jerked, a stream of pre-cum pooled on my belly. I chewed madly on the towel, sucked out his load while I fisted myself over the edge. My balls exploded, thick rich jets of cum splattered my shoulders, chest, belly. I scooped up as much as I could and sucked my fingers clean. I was disappointed when Reece left but he more than fueled my fantasies. The following few weeks were quiet, I was getting overly horny and frustrated. I was out one evening on a late evening walk. I had cut through an alley and just as I was about to turn onto the next street I heard something that made me stop. I peered through the bushes into a small backyard; a man stood naked beer can in one hand, his soft log in the other, taking a leak. I watched him down the beer, shake out the last few drops. The shaking became long strokes, he pulled the fleshy meat. He turned and went inside. I was just about to leave when he reappeared. With a fresh beer, surrounded in a halo of moon-light, he sat and idly stroked himself rigid. "Why don't you come out of the bushes and join me." The voice deep, quiet. "And don't bother zipping it up." He added as he again disappeared inside. I must have blushed at the last comment. I'd unzipped my pants to release my rigid tool. He'd returned with a beer for me just as I approached the patio. "Have a seat" He said, handing me the beer. He sat, his cock slapped his stomach loudly. "Nice dick." He added. My erection responded, jerked reflexively. A stream of silvery sap trickled down the shaft. "I'm Dylan." He nodded at me. "Lucas.": I answered. Neither one of us spoke, simply sat drinking beer and watched each other. I'd never seen a guy with balls as big as Dylan's, he got into yanking on them which made his prick flex and jump. "You always ooze like that, Lucas?" I nodded in answer to his question. "Yeah, I bet that big cum-gun of yours is loaded and ready. Nice big cock. C'mere, let me see it up close." I rose, my shorts dropped. I stepped out of them as I moved toward him. He stared at my one-eyed monster. He reached for my nuts. "Full balls." He whispered as he fondled me. I nearly lost it. "Getting close, too. Need to pop your load, don't you?" Fingers circled my sack and yanked. I winced. "Look at that fucker leak, man. You wanna shoot that hot load all over me? C'mon, cover me with your cum." His horny talk was getting to me. That and the sight of him, legs spread as he stroked, spit into his hand and shoved a finger up his ass. "Cum with me." He panted. "Give me your hot, cock-cum." His eyes never wavered from my dick. He yanked his ball bag, a fountain of white cream jettisoned and I aimed my swollen cock at him. The first blast landed in the center of his chest, the second his left nipple. I gave in to the orgasmic feelings spasming in my groan, shut my eyes and pounded my spraying hose. I was startled back into reality at the sensation of heat and wet surround my bloated knob. I think I purred, it was the first time anyone had taken me into their mouth. My shaft throbbed, enveloped in the tight warmth. He siphoned out the last of my load. I finally had to push him away, fell back in the chair, exhausted and spent. Dylan went inside and returned with more beer. Silver streaks of liquid streamed down his smooth skin. I ran my fingers up his chest, to taste the fiery mixture of our spunk. We talked for an hour until I realized the time. I left, with a promise to return soon. A few nights later, I woke in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. The den was dark except for the light of the TV. Since my aunt was out of town I thought my uncle must have fallen asleep. My cousin Reece is the spitting image of his father. At 45 years old, Uncle Matt was 6'3", big and burly. But a sweet man, never said a mean thing about anyone ? a kind, gentle soul. He was sitting on the sofa in his bathrobe and staring at the screen. He didn't acknowledge me when I poked my head in and asked if he was alright. I walked toward him to make sure he was okay, I could see the TV out of the corner of my eye and couldn't believe what he was watching. It was the close up of a blond woman with about six inches of stiff cock shoved down her throat. I gaped, finally I sat down next to him, stunned. As the camera panned out, I could see she was riding another man. His swollen, red-veined shaft appearing and disappearing. I couldn't believe I Uncle Matt would get into something like that. Porn just didn't seem to be his style. But he was riveted, thankfully because all I was wearing was jockey shorts and I'd thrown a bone-on. The bulge was obvious. The guy getting sucked had whipped his dick out and began to long-fist his engorged meat. I glanced at my uncle; his bathrobe opened on top, his massive chest covered in long, dark, silky hairs. The pungent odor of his sweat filled the room. The man on the screen growled and started to cream. The second man pulled his spewing dick out and the two drained their balls. I couldn't stop my fingers from tracing the throbbing mound between my legs. "Take 'em off, if you want." Uncle Matt's voice was hushed, barely audible. His eyes still riveted. I stood and dropped my shorts. My cock, hard and horny sprang out. I sat back down, not touching myself. The scene shifted to two handsome men; one blond, one bald, enter a hotel room, followed by a buxom woman. Seconds after the door is closed she's on hands and knees unzipping the bald man's pants while the blond has his hand up her dress. I focus on the blond man as he undresses. Strongly muscled chest already glistening with sweat. Shoes and socks hastily kicked off, pants drop to reveal a very thick, 7 1/2 solid inches. My dick bounced, the drooling head tickled by the hair covering my stomach. The first man is shoved out of the way, his spit covered shaft wavered in the air. He watches briefly as the second man is now being serviced; then strips of his shirt revealing a furry chest. Naked, he kneels between the woman's legs. I palm my balls as I watch his fingers gripped tightly around his meat. Uncle Matt moves as if in slow motion. The belt of his robe is carefully untied. The right side falls to his side, I glance along his fur covered flank. I can just see the edge of his furry pubic triangle. There's movement under the robe, rhythmic thumping. Eyes never waver from the TV, the two men have taken the women, one from the front, the other behind. I'm glued to the sight of my uncle's crotch, wait in anticipation. When I look back to the movie, I can't stop the gasp, nor the spurt of pre-cum that shot through my shaft. There's a close up of the blond muscleman with this face buried in the bald one's hairy ass. His tongue dancing around and around the wrinkled butt-hole while he fingers the fuzzy balls. Suddenly Uncle Matt's robe is open. "Holy shit!" I whisper. Uncle Matt's big horse cock throbbed in response. At least 8 1/2 inches and thick. I had to will myself not to shoot off as I studied the slab, veins crisscross the swollen monster that's as fat at the head as at the base. The mushroomed cap, red and bloated with a slight pearly drop atop the broad slit. I look in time to see muscleman's rigid stalk slide into the glistening asshole. Uncle Matt's bone thumps. Fingers curl around the huge shaft, he pumps steadily. The scene is now only the two men, the woman watches from the across the room as they fuck, doggy-style on the bed. I run a finger experimentally along my ass-crack. The two maneuver around, muscleman on the bed, the other sits his broad ass down on the waiting dick. He bounces up and down, fucking himself while he pounds his raging man-meat. Uncle Matt matches stroke for stroke, his breathing ragged. Muscleman leans forward, slips his lips around the straining erection. I keep myself as close to the edge as I dare. I slowly worked my finger up my sweaty hole to the first knuckle, adjusting to the invading digit while I watched Uncle Matt stroke, his massive 'nads started to tighten. The end draws near. Muscleman frantically fists his dick, the other man's meat pounding in and out of his throat until it's suddenly pulled out, his face is covered in cum-honey when he starts to spray. Uncle Matt exploded with a roar. A thick velvety stream blasted over his shoulder. By the third eruption, I had shoved the finger all the up my hole and I joined him in orgasmic bliss. The groans wouldn't stop. I pounded and stroked, til I was covered with my spermy load. Rivulets of white juice trickled through the mat of fur covering Uncle Matt's chest. Abruptly he turned off the TV and went upstairs to bed. He was gone by the time I woke up the next morning. Every time I thought about the previous night and his colossal member, I threw a boner. I was also a little worried about what he might say or not say. But I had a productive day and had dinner ready for him when he got home from work. He didn't say a word, acted as if nothing happened. I was in bed by 10 that night. I tried to read but I couldn't get my mind off the night before. Or my hand out of my crotch. I just about ready to turn off the light and have a slow jack when there was a knock on the door. Uncle Matt peaked his head into my room. "Can I come in for a minute?" He asked tentatively. He stood near the bed, wouldn't look at me. "Luke, about last night?" He started. I interrupted. "Uncle Matt, it's forgotten. I won't say a word to any." "Sometimes?" he struggled for the words. "People have needs." I noted while his eyes wouldn't meet mine, there were more than a few furtive glances toward my groin. I had the sheets pulled down to my waist, there was an distinctive tenting, my stiff shaft pulsed. I reached beneath and pretended to scratch my leg. The sheets lowered enough to reveal the purple crown. There was a short intake of breath. He went on. "Needs that sometimes make others uncomfortable." "Uncle Matt," I interrupted again. "I know that. Hell, most of the time I have a problem not getting an erection. See" I whipped back the sheets. He stared at my dancing bone. He took a step closer to the bed. "Jacking off helps, otherwise I'd be walking around with a constant hard-on." He smiled at that and didn't say anything as he watched me slow stroke my stiffer. Another step closer and he was near enough for me to reach for the belt of his robe. "Luke," he told cautiously. "Not unless you want to." It wasn't tied tightly and his robe was soon open. Even half hard, his cock was unbelievable. I could barely get my fingers around the thickness. With a few short stroke, tip to base, he was rock hard. The heat and pungent scent of crotch excited me insanely. I leaned forward, he didn't stop me. My lips parted, I flicked my tongue along the broad piss-slit and tasted his leaking jizz-juice. My virgin mouth opened and I began a slow descent down his towering member. "Oh??.yes??" He moaned. I stopped halfway down the shaft to savor the bulk invading my throat. Another inch, I had to stop. I worked my way back up to suckle the tip. "Yea baby, suck my dick." He purred as I swallowed again. I trembled at the touch of his finger tips trace the vein along my pole, around the spongy rim. My hands found the mounds of his ass, covered with silky hair. I pulled him closer in to me and fought the urge to pump myself in his stroking hand. He pulled away, I felt empty, wanted more. "No, Uncle Matt." I begged but he was between my legs, tongue extended. I felt the wetness slowly slide up my dick. "I'm too ready, I'll shoot too soon." He kissed my belly, looked up at me and smiled. "And you'll take longer the second time." He swallowed me, to the base. "So good." I could barely speak. I bucked against him, willed the burning ache in my balls to subside. "Oh fuck. Feels so good. Oh nooooo." He sucked, slobbered, the spittle dripped between my legs. I felt a broad finger wriggle against my tight hole. And I couldn't stop myself from spreading my legs to give him better access. "Gonna shoot." I moaned. "Of fuck, stop, please, gonna blow.." The finger wriggled deeper up my chute, the mouth hotter and tighter. I finally gave in. "Oh yessssssss." I shot, long and hard. He choked but only slightly as I spewed my cum down his throat. I could feel him swallow again and again. I gasped for breath and finally had to push him away. My over-heated cock-head needed air. He stood, a smile on his face and a trickle of cream at both sides of his mouth. "That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt." I didn't know what else to say. "C'mon, get off the bed." He yanked me up and plunked himself down. "Now, sit that pretty little ass down on my face and get your mouth busy." I couldn't believe what he was saying. He guided my knees against his shoulder, I felt the strong hands pry my butt-cheeks apart and then the wet tongue found it's target. I went wild and attacked him. My mouth found his horny meat and swallowed. I was three quarters down his shaft before I had to stop. I played the hairy ball-bag, a shudder ripped through him. I tugged the sweaty sack, a hand on the back of my head urged me down further. His tongue worked magic, prodding deeply into me. I let him set the pace, sometimes slow then faster and faster. I was hard again, my stiffness raked through the curly hair of his chest while I bounced against his face. I didn't want it to end but I knew when it was near. He leaned back, I could feel the short warm breathes against my opened hole. Oh yeah, oh yeah, yes!" He repeated again and again, each time another short savage thrust down my throat. "Take it, hot cummmmmmmm" He screamed and my mouth was filled with a rush of hot, thick fluid. I swallowed, hard and fast. But not fast enough and I choked, again and again. I was too inexperienced and there was too much. Most of his precious cum load landed on my face. My engorged stalk pounded into his chest, the sweat soaked mat of fur scratched the sensitive skin. He rolled me onto my back, my hole readily opened to the probing finger. "Stroke yourself," he encouraged. "Play with that big cock. Let me see it shoot all over." I pounded my meat savagely, groaned loudly when a second finger stretched me open. All too soon, my nuts began to tingle, the sap began to boil. His fat digits found their mark deep inside me, a burst of heat raced through my shaft. "Cum for me, Luke." Uncle Matt crooned. "Beautiful. Shoot that hot load." My cock sprayed, white froth rained, cascaded all over myself. He wouldn't let me clean myself up, I fell asleep crushed in his powerful arms, our skin glued together by my dried spunk. I woke up several times to his soft snores with a hand buried in the warmth of his crotch. Falling back to sleep again with my face nuzzled in his furry chest. He was gone when I finally rose the next morning. I found him in the bathroom, fresh from the shower. The soft log of his prick bounced atop his plump ball bag while he toweled off. I was on my knees in seconds with the spongy cap filling my mouth. He began to shave, his inflamed member pumped in and out my willing mouth. He let me tongue him until he had to dress for work. I was in the kitchen, drinking coffee and palming my horny member when he came in. "Play with that stick all you want, Luke. But you don't cum until I tell you can. You understand." He was gruffer than I'd ever heard him. He pulled me up in a big bear hug. My entire body jolted at the feel of a tongue slither into my ear and he whispered, "You do and I'll have to spank you. Or maybe I should just spank you." The sound echoed through the room when the palm of his hand smacked my naked rear. I winced at the pain but could also feel a generous surge of jizz-juice spill through my piss-slit. Uncle Matt smiled, scooped up the pearly liquid and brought it to my lips. He left me standing there; hard and horny.