Date: Mon, 2 Jan 2012 15:48:36 -0600 From: Evan Sellers Subject: My Favorite Uncle - 3 This story is partially true and partially based upon what I wanted to happen and still do. 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 an uncle and his nephew, or under prinage 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. By continuing to read on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. You are either not performing any type of research in preparation for any forms of legal action, directly or indirectly, affecting the contents of this site. In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you viewing or downloading the story. MY FAVORITE UNCLE - 3 By: Evan Sellers Finally, I completed my first year of high school, and I couldn't wait to start working with Uncle Heath and Chuck this summer. Unc agreed to pay me $1 per hour over minimum wage, so I made $4.35 an hour working over the summer! My mom and Unc had talked, and because the masonry crew started working early in the morning, Unc agreed to let me stay with him for the summer, and I could "swim" when I wanted. Mom really didn't want to get up to have me to the jobsite by 6:00 or 6:30 a.m., and I couldn't wait to spend the summer with Unc. The last day of school was the Friday before Memorial Day, and we had an unusually warm spring. The temperatures were already in the lower 80s, and the humidity was unseasonably high. Unc had taken me shopping for carpenter's pants and white tshirts, and had me keep my underwear packed away. He told me that part of the dresscode was going commando. The first day on the job, Unc showed up on the job site with me a little early, and Chuck, his crew leader was already there. Chuck was a cattle farmer who started working at the farm at 4:00 a.m., and came to the site afterwards. Let me describe Chuck for you. Chuck was shorter than me - maybe 5'9", 40 years old, balding with coal black fringe, barrel-chest, tuft of coal black hair between his pecs shaped in an almost perfect triangle, nice tan, gorgeous nipples that stand up through his white t-shirt, and legs that almost filled his loose carpenter's jeans. Chuck had been married before and had 4 children, but his wife discovered that she was a closeted lesbian and left Chuck with the farm and kids. Unc immediately introduced me to Chuck, who gave me a thorough once-over and said, "Turn around, boy. Let me see what we've got to work with." "Not bad," he said to my Unc. "I think he'll do." Chuck then proceeded, "Let me take you around the site and introduce you to the other guys, and I'll give you your first task." "Sounds good," I said. Chuck introduced me to the other guys, and Chuck pulled me aside, and said, "The first thing on your new job today is to make sure the guys have plenty of mortar to lay bricks. You will be carrying buckets of mud to them and keeping them stocked. As the sun gets higher in the air and as it gets hotter, you also should ask the guys if they need suntan lotion on their backs so they don't get blistered and can't work. Remember, they will be taking off their shirts and their ass-cracks will be showing, so keep them lotioned up. Don't forget about your me and your Unc, too." "Damn," I thought, "carrying mud and putting suntan lotion on the guys back, how menial - and for all summer. Shit!" So I start by carrying mud for two hours, and the guys have stripped off their shirts. So I thought, "Ok, time to ask about lotion." I go around to the guys, and they all laugh at me and say no. I then walk over to Chuck and ask him, and he is knelt down on all fours with his shirt off and what looks like half his ass hanging out. I asked him if he needed lotion, and he said, "Hell yeah, where you been?" So he arches up his back as I rub his shoulder blades. He groans a bit, and tells me to make sure I get his lower back. "Ok," I said. I rub some lotion on the small of his back, and he says, "Lower, man, I don't want burnt ass-cheeks." So I rubbed some on the tops of his butt-crack. "Mmmmmm," he growls. "Lower, boy, I wanna make sure my ass isn't burnt." So I start rubbing lower, and he adjusts his jeans down a bit. I see more of his ass. "What the hell," I think. "Let's go for the gusto." So I squirt a blob of lotion on my fingers and go down his pants and between his asscheeks for his hole. "Mmmmmm," he groans. "Damn boy, that's good. You just earned lunch with the crew leader. He stood up on his knees and his nipples were erect. Also, I realized that they were pierced. What an picture. My arms were aching from carrying mud, but my eyes were in complete pleasure from seeing Chuck. I now know why Unc hired him. One helluva man. Chuck had me rub some lotion on his chest and stomach. Without being asked, I proceeded a little lower to rub some down near his pubes, except like the triangle of hair between his pecs, he had a similar triangle just over his beltline. I said to him, "Don't want that sunburnt either," and smiled and winked at him. I learned how to flirt with him very quickly and took advantage at every turn. He smiled, laughed quietly, and said, "Remember, lunch with me, right? Meet me at my truck behind the bulldozer at 12:00." "Sure. No problem." I couldn't wait to see what was in store for lunch with Chuck. I carried mud for another hour and a half, and started walking toward Chuck's truck at 11:50. The sun was straight up, and it was hot that day - 85 degrees and almost equal humidity. I was hot and sweaty and my arms, back, and legs were already screaming. I finally made it over to Chuck's pickup - a crewcab truck with darkened windows in the back and a bed liner with a mat over it. I couldn't find Chuck initially, but I looked in the bed, and quickly found him. Chuck had his jeans down around his ankles, and he too was commando -- no underwear to get in the way. As I looked at him, he clearly had shaven his pube patch and his cock was drop-dead gorgeous. His cock was a thick stump -- everybit of 8 inches and at least 5.5" in girth. All I could do is stand there and stare. Chuck had obviously been there a bit and had been stroking his meat, as it was standing up -- but his cock had a pronounced downward bend. A sight for sore eyes -- back, arms, legs, and everything else. "Get your ass in the bed of this truck!" Chuck growled. "You think you can flirt with me the first day on the job? Heath told me you may try this. I'll fuck you just like I fuck him! There's a reason that bastard walks bow-legged, and it's me!" he boasted. Chuck pulled my pants down and bellowed, "Get your ass in the air, boy. You're gonna learn who the leader is here." Chuck spread my ass-cheeks and said, "Mmmmm, hot and sweaty - perfect for drilling." Chuck proceeded to spit on my hole and took his thumb and rubbed his spit into my asshole. I quivvered and moaned. "Hmmmm, looks like that hole has had some use. Has Heath been getting you in shape for your job?" Chuck asked. I nodded. "Well let's see how the hell he's done." Chuck stood up and vaulted over the tailgate of the pickup with his jeans around his ankles. He quickly dropped the tailgate and grabbed my boots and pulled me down the bed of the truck. "Get your ass down here!" He rolled me over and mounted my ass pushing his stump into me. His cock made the Christmas Eve buttplug seem small. His cock was huge, and it burned like hell going in. My asshole felt like it was on fire. Chuck pulled his cock out and spit again on my ass. He proceeded to rub my asshole with his thumb and index finger, and the pain subsided a little. He spit again on my asshole and mounted me up again. This time, he crawled up on the tailgate and on top of me. He plunged that telephone pole of a cock in me and reached one hand around to caress my face. He leaned up and whispered in my right ear, "Take it boy, you'll love it." He kissed and nibbled my earlobe. My cock jumped, and I knew he was right. I sprang an immediate boner, and Chuck saw it. "Damn," Chuck said. "Like uncle, like nephew." He reached around and grabbed my cock and gave me a couple gentle tugs on my cock. Then he straightened up a bit and arched over my back drove his cock repeatedly into my ass. He was right, I did love it. Chuck proceeded to hump my ass. I felt every inch of his pole in me. I felt the head getting bigger; the vein running down his cock; the shaft of his cock thicken, and Chuck started moaning. "Shit, boy, I am gonna fill your ass!' 1 Chuck sat up and buried his cock in my ass with 4 or 5 more powerful thrusts. "SHIIIIIIIIIIIITTT! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! I am filling your ass, boy!" He was right, as I had never had such a big load of cum in my ass. Once Chuck came, he proceeded to stroke me off over the tailgate of his truck. My cock was getting long strokes, and all I could do was lay there and enjoy. The next thing I knew, however, I felt a set of lips going around my cock. I didn't think it could be Chuck, but I didn't care. All I knew was that I needed to bust a nut. Five to ten minutes of sucking my cock, and I couldn't take it anymore. I groaned and started to come, but I felt that mouth go back around my cock. I was in heaven. Once I was done, Chuck said. "Hmmm, Heath, he's a chip off the old brick, eh?" Unc spit my load onto my ass and proceeded to pull his jeans down and push my cum in my ass with his cock. It had been quite a while since I had been fucked by Unc, and I knew I was growing to love him more and more all the time. Unc used Chuck's and my cum for lube, and it worked quite well. Unc was taller than Chuck, so he stayed on the ground and plowed my ass. He was clearly on lunch break, and I was his main course. Unc stuck his cock in my ass, and pumped me like a stallion. His cock was pummelling my ass, and I was in absolute extasy. Unc fucked me harder than he ever had and my asshold was stretched. Unc would pull his cock all the way out and then pump me deeply, filling my hole. He must have pumped me like that for 15 minutes, but he couldn't hold it any longer. chuck's spunk and my spunk were too much of a good thing. All of a sudden he stopped for a second and fell on top of me. He yelled, "AAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!" I thought he was cumming, except all of a sudden there was a crushing weight on me. I realized that Chuck had mounted up Unc and mounted him. Unc yelled and shot his hot load in my ass. There must have been cum coming up my throat. I felt so full. Chuck pushed his stump in Unc for a good five to ten minutes and then started to groan. He quickly pulled Unc off me and shoved his cock into my hole. Two quick thrusts of that cock, and he shot another load in my ass. My balls were aching; my muscles were twinging; my asshole was as big around as a baseball, and I had to finish the day. Chuck got up off me, pulled up his jeans, and slapped me on the ass and said, "Yes, sir, we'll keep him on the job this summer, and he'll be able to take over the business for you in a couple years." They both laughed. Chuck slapped me on the ass again, and said, "Pull up your jeans and get back to work." I stood up and my legs were like soft gelatin. I slowly made it back to the site, and the guys were snickering. One of them pointed and said, "Hey boy, what did you sit in over lunch? Your ass is wet!" I blushed and shrugged. But I gathered they all knew. By 2:30, the sun was hot, and Heath and Chuck were ready to call it a day. Unc yelled at me and said, "Come on, son, let's call it a day." He then told Chuck to let the others call it a day. We all wrapped up and the guys all came by and congratulated me on a good first day. Chuck shook my hand, or should I say, almost crushed my hand with a handshake and complemented me on a great day. He leaned over as if to whisper something in my ear, and proceeded to give me a quick kiss on the ear. I was totally caught by surprise and blushed. The other guys got a good laugh at the end of the day at my expense, and I was fine with that. Unc said, "Put a towel under your ass, 'cuz I don't want a wet seat." My mind was still spinning from my first day with the guys, but my muscles were screaming from exhaustion. Unc drove us back to his house and not much was said. I was reflecting back on my day and had a smirk on my face. Unc said, "Good job, today son, I am ready for a dip in the pool. How 'bout you?" I grunted, nodded, and thought to myself, "I love him, and I love my job!" As we went up the metal stairs, Unc stayed close to me and slipped his hand down my jeans. He made his way to my already drenched asshole and stuck his finger in and said, "Feels pretty damp, eh?" We both laughed and went in the house to change to hop in the pool. Next story, I'll tell you about the guys on the crew. My favorite co-worker was Jason.