Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2012 19:47:02 -0500 From: Sean Rahilly Subject: My Sexy Uncle Gary - Part 3 Warning: This story contains hot gay sex between two males. If you are under 18 or it is illegal for you to read this because of your location (county, state, country, planet, etc), please stop now. Comments are always welcome at kinzusareta_yume@hotmail.com. Please make sure to mention the title of the story you're commenting on in your e-mail. Also, I'm on xtube, although I don't check it much these days, but my user name is kinzusareta...drop me a line. -Sean I held on tight to Uncle Gary as we climbed higher into the hills on the four-wheeler. With my hands snaked up under his jacket, my palms pressed flat against his washboard stomach, my chin resting on his shoulder, and the irresistible taste of his cum still lingering in my mouth, I was grinning so hard that my face hurt. The wind whipped in our faces as we rode through fields, and I just concentrated on the moment, loving the feel of my body against his, and losing myself in the sound of the four-wheeler and the whispering sounds the tall grass made as we tore it apart. Uncle Gary aimed the four-wheeler for another patch of woods, mostly tall old pine trees. There was a faint trail running through the neat rows of trees, and he zigzagged the four-wheeler between the weathered trunks, weaving around them, with this boyish grin on his face that was so incredibly fucking hot. As if his hot body weren't enough, his buzz cut and his killer blue eyes made my stomach tingle every time I looked at him, and that got me thinking of that big perfect cock of his, which made my own dick swell in response. Yeah, I was smitten, all right. We emerged from the trees into yet another meadow, with another, higher, line of trees on the other side. And, as we got closer, I noticed that there was something else, too. It was a small building of some sort, made of darkened logs. At first I thought it was a shed, but then I saw it was a lean-to. Uncle Gary took the four-wheeler right up to it, and pulled alongside the shelter. When he cut the engine, the silence was absolute. Even the wind had stopped. Feeling as if I were in a dream, I hopped down off the four-wheeler and looked around. The lean-to was made to look old, but the logs themselves looked like they were only ten or fifteen years old, at most. There was a fire pit, ringed with stones, out in front, that didn't look like it had been used in awhile. I stood by the fire pit, looking down at the meadow below, and I sucked my breath in sharply. It was so beautiful. Even in late November, when the grass was dry and brown, and most of the tree branches bare and darkened, it was so beautiful it made my heart ache. That sounds a little cliché, I know, but it is the honest truth. I looked at the meadow, at the pine forest below, and then, turning first to my left and then to my right, the hills spread out around us. You could literally see for miles, and there were so many valleys, and forests, and ledges, and fields out there to explore. I wanted to see all of it. Uncle Gary came up beside me and put an arm around me. Instinctively, I lay my head on his shoulder. "Isn't it awesome, Sport?" "Yeah," I said, at a loss for words. "It is. It's amazing." I turned and indicated the lean-to with a nod of my head. "Did you build that?" "Yep," he said with a shy grin, trying to be modest about it but pleased as could be that I liked it. And I did like it, a lot. "I figured this would be the perfect spot to get away from it all." "And it is," I told him excitedly. "I could spend an entire weekend right here. Even this time of year." His eyes lit up. "Yeah?" "Yes. It's cool to be out here in the woods like this, and...and pretty romantic too, Uncle Gare." A shadow flickered across his eyes for a moment--just a second of sadness that was gone as soon as I'd noticed it. "Yeah, that's what I thought, too." I could finish the rest of that thought without him having to: he'd hoped that idiot ex-wife of his would appreciate it too, but she hadn't. Oh well. I had the same thought as I did the day before: she may have lost out, but I wasn't about to. I turned to face Uncle Gary, hugged him close, and kissed him softly on the lips. He moaned against me, his own arms going down around my waist. "Sean," he said, looking straight into my eyes, "did anyone ever tell you how amazing you are?" I laughed. "Amazing? No. I'm not." That wasn't false modesty, either--I am not full of myself. "It's not me, Uncle Gare. It's us. Together." He grinned, and my stomach did another somersault. "Just good chemistry then, huh?" I nodded, grinning back. "Yep." He laughed this time. "Well maybe there's something to that saying about `keeping it in the family.'" "Fuck yes," I said, and then we were kissing again. We just stood there, holding each other, kissing without coming up for air. He tasted so good, and I couldn't get enough of him. Eventually I became aware of his cock, rock-hard, poking at me through the fabric of his jeans. I already had a tent to match his. I pressed my cock against his thigh and he growled approvingly, and he pressed his bigger, harder cock into my leg, grinning challengingly. "I need you inside me again," I told him between kisses, "right now." Reluctantly he pulled away from me, holding up a finger. "Just give me two seconds," he said, going for the duffel bag on the back of the four-wheeler. "If I don't get this stuff set up now, then I'm going to just take you right here, standing up if I have to." I smiled, enjoying teasing him. "Yeah? Then take me." I reached for my belt buckle, not caring that it was cold out. He growled in frustration, jokingly but seriously at the same time. "Two seconds, Sport, please? I want you so bad, and you're gonna get me, trust me. But let me get this stuff out first." "Uncle Gare..." I whined, my smile turning wicked. He put his hands over his ears. "Arrgh, just the sound of your voice makes me want to breed you! Just be quiet for two seconds, babe, OK? Two!" "OK." I said. "One...two. Now, can we fuck, pleeeease?" He laughed and shook his head, then steeled himself and turned away from me. He opened the duffel bag and started pulling things out of it, and for a moment I forgot to be a tease and watched with curiosity. First he pulled out a couple of flannel blankets, then a few more, and then three fur pelts that looked like they'd come off of a huge animal. "Bear?" I guessed, and he grinned and nodded. "That's right, Sport. Got `em myself, hunting up in Canada." He piled the blankets in a big heap in the front part of the lean-to, then disappeared around back, only to appear with an armload of wood. Within five minutes (which was a bit longer than the aforementioned two seconds, but hey, I like setting the mood, so I didn't complain or interfere once I saw what he was up to) he had a great roaring campfire going, and he shucked off his work boots and climbed into the big pile of blankets. "You coming, Sport?" "I will be soon, hopefully," I told him as I kicked off my own boots and joined him. For the first few minutes, we just lied there together, getting warm. It didn't take long, especially with all those blankets and with two strapping men like us. There is something indescribable about being way out in the middle of nowhere with a guy who you not only think is insanely gorgeous but whom you also care a great deal about. I kid you not when I saw that I would have loved that day just as much, JUST as much, if we had done nothing more than cuddle together for the entire afternoon. I totally mean it. But this is a sex story, so...let's get on with it. The next step is inevitable when you're that close to someone you have the hots for, anyway. As we started to get warm, we became more and more aware of each other's bodies next to each other. Uncle Gary put his arms around me, protectively at first, then kneading my shoulders in a way that felt delicious. He tilted my head to the side and placed a kiss at the base of my cheekbone. Then another. And another. He kissed down my jaw line, and impatiently I covered his own mouth with mine, and we were off. After the make-out session began in earnest, his urge to be the dominant one came to the fore again, and I let him. There is nothing fem, or weak about me, but there's nothing I like more than a man who will take the lead. And I think it turned Uncle Gary on even more that he was dominating me since I wasn't a little fem boy or anything like that. But once we got heavy into the kissing, he turned us so I was lying on my back, and he was full on top of me, wrapped up in the flannel blankets and the bearskins. The thickest pelt was right beneath us, and I could feel the thick, rough fur against my hands when he pinned my wrists at my sides to better hold me down. Man, did I love that. He reached one warm hand down into my jeans, slipping under my boxer briefs, grabbing my hard cock and squeezing it appreciatively. His big thumb probed at my piss-slit, which was already wet with precum. When he felt this, he brought his thumb to his lips and sucked it off, and by the look in his eyes I knew he hadn't had enough. My jeans were off before I knew what happened, and my hot-as-fuck uncle was blowing me. His stubble against my crotch sent me out of this world, and I could already feel the muscles in my groin contracting as my balls got ready to spew my load. "Not yet," I told him urgently, not wanting to cum until he was buried balls-deep inside me. He seemed to understand, as he pulled back immediately, grinning as he licked the last taste of me from his lips. "OK," he said, agreeing, "for now, anyway." He propped himself up on his elbows as he unbuckled his jeans and slid them off, and I just watched him, his lean, taut body in those grey briefs and the tight black t-shirt. Then the t-shirt came off and I couldn't resist kissing that chest. Damn, was he in great shape. Every muscle perfectly defined, wiry, his skin smooth with just the right amount of body hair. I sucked playfully at his flat nipple, moaning at how good his skin tasted. When his briefs came off, and I saw that big powerful cock pointing straight at me, I forgot everything else and we came together as smoothly as if we'd been doing it for years. Here was yet another new sensation that I instantly fell in love with: being wrapped snugly in those old flannel blankets, lying on my stomach on a big, warm, furry bear belt, with Uncle Gary slowly working his amazingly hard cock up my tight ass, where it belonged. With every inch that slid inside, I thought the pleasure couldn't get any greater, but damn it, I was wrong. He held me tightly to him as he slowly pushed his dick farther up inside me. I could feel my insides gripping him, accepting him, then constricting around him to hold him in place. When he finally bottomed out and was buried completely in my ass, he put his full weight on me and let out the most contented sigh in the world. We lay like that for a few minutes, both of us savoring the sensations. I could imagine the precum he was dripping inside me, without even having to move. But soon enough, he did move. Slowly at first, pulling out just an inch, then ramming it back home. Pulling out a little bit farther, and ramming it in a little more. Each time it seemed like he prodded his way even farther and farther up in my intestines. Holy fuck, was it good. "Mmm, Sport," he said, shuddering. It had to be less than forty degrees outside, but we were both sweating like crazy by now. I tried to make it last, to concentrate on every little feeling, but I was quickly losing myself in the moment. There was nothing but the feeling of Uncle Gary inside me, breeding me, making me his. "Sport, you feel so good. So warm up there. Ahh, it feels incredible. I could do this ten times a day and not get tired." I flashed him a wicked grin over my shoulder. "Please?" "Mmmmh," he said, returning his attention to breeding me. "Dude, it's like you're clamping down on me, it feels incredible, it..." he exhaled really forcefully, and I knew he was close. I was, too. "Come on, Uncle Gare," I said, spurring him on. "Cum in me. Make me yours." "You ARE mine, Sean," he said, and his already strong grip held me even tighter. "Ohhh, fuck." "Give me your spunk," I told him as I could feel him getting harder, bigger, inside of me. "Fill me up with it." "Yeah?" he panted. "You want it?" "I want all of it," I told him, panting myself. "Pump every drop right up there, Gare. Come on, baby." "I'm gonna...fuck, I'm gonna...mmmmfghahhhhh..." I could feel my insides get even hotter as he started cumming up inside me, and that was all it took...my own cock started spewing my hot white jizz all over the thick fur of the bearskin beneath us. It was like I had reached some untapped source of cum somewhere in my body, because I just kept spasming, spewing it out like it would never end, and I could feel Uncle Gary matching me spurt for spurt. I could actually feel the amount of cum he pumped up inside of me, could feel it stretching my guts. He came so hard, I could tell each time a shot of it hit the walls of my insides. I think we both blacked out from such a climax, because the next thing I remember, we were both half-asleep, curled up together, his now-softening cock still up inside me. I snuggled up to Uncle Gary, rubbing the side of my face against the side of his, loving the feel of his stubble against mine. Even though it was the middle of the day, I was so warm and comfortable that I soon drifted off to sleep. With my Uncle Gary's arms holding me tightly, I couldn't resist. Most nights, I fell asleep alone. Even after a night of banging my roommates (well, my roommates banging me, but you know what I mean) I usually slept alone. It was so nice not to sleep alone anymore. I think we slept for a couple of hours. When I finally woke up, it was afternoon. The woods were silent and still, and we were warm and safe, wrapped up in the blankets and bear furs. Our lovemaking had taken the edge off, and once again I felt satisfied as I relished the feeling of being all warm and safe and happy. As I watched the fire die down, I went over those last thoughts again. Lovemaking? Uh, yeah. That's what it was. Uncle Gary nuzzled his face against mine, both of us breaking into a smile. He kissed me, deeply, our mouths wide open to each other. Man, it felt so good. Finally breaking the kiss, he looked me in the face and grinned so hard. I just looked back at him, wanting to shake my head in disbelief. Damn, he was so fine. "Hungry, Sport?" he asked, stirring a bit to prop himself up on one elbow. When he said that, my stomach started to growl, and I laughed. "Yeah, I guess I am." He reached over and grabbed our clothes, which he'd thoughtfully tucked into the blankets so they were nice and warm. We got dressed while we were still under the blankets, and then Uncle Gary reached down and gave my thigh a final squeeze, and slipped out of our nest of blankets, stood up and stretched, and kicked dirt over the embers of the fire. "Let's go back and get something to eat, so we can get our strength ready for tonight." I smiled when he said that, and he smiled back. "Thanks for showing me this place, Uncle Gare. It's awesome." "I'm glad you like it," he said as he packed the blankets and bear skins back in the duffel bag and stowed them on the back of the four-wheeler. "Sometime we'll have to come up and spend the entire night." "Yes please," I said eagerly, and he laughed and ruffled my hair. "Sport, you're something else. Come on...let's get home."