Date: Thu, 15 Jul 2010 18:07:38 -0400 From: Load Guzzler Subject: My Uncle's Briefs, Part 4 Later that afternoon, when I saw my uncle, I realized things were now different between us. I tried my best to hide it and I think it worked. He didn't seem at all suspicious of me or my behaviour. I'm not sure if what I was feeling was guilt, desire, or frustration. Most likely a combination of all of those things. I knew one thing for sure though, I loved eating his cum. It was now going to be my mission to get his cum on my tongue as often as possible. I was lying on my bed reading when my mother knocked and announced herself. "Come in." "Hey sweetie, I just wanted to let you know I'm headed off to work now. I'd tell you to be good for your uncle, but you always are anyway," she said as she smiled. I smiled as well too for my uncle had no idea just how good I could be for him. "Ok mom, have a good night at work. I'll see you in the morning." She swiftly exited after planting a kiss on the top of my head and giving my hair a good rustle as she always does. Having been distracted from my reading, my mind started to wander once again to my uncle and his huge bulge. Images of him quickly flashed through my head. Snippets of mini scenarios I'd love to play out with him. My oversexed mind racing through small glimpses of the two us like a slideshow, or like sorting through a stack of sexy pictures until my mind finally started to formulate and focus on just one....knowing this would be the one that would do the trick for me this time. ************************** .......It was early on a Saturday evening, my mother had just left for work, and I was plopped down on the couch to watch some t.v. I was anxious for my uncle to come home because when he left the house earlier that afternoon, he was looking SO fucking amazing that I couldn't wait to see him again. He was an avid soccer fan and he had recently joined a local community group. They all sucked, were out of shape, and probably mostly looked forward to the beer busts that they had afterward. But they surely loved the game, and liked to boast how brilliant they all were at it. The best thing though for ME was that because this was an actual league, the teams all had uniforms. As he waited for his pals to pick him up to head to the park, I was able to just soak in his hot look. Those sexy shoes on his huge feet covered his long black socks that folded over just below the knee, showing off three sexy white stripes. The way the sun was shining through the window illuminated him perfectly. Clearly these socks had some sort of lycra material in them as they glistened magically. Especially where the massive expanse of his beefy calves stretched those socks soooo tight. My uncle never worked out and wasn't really muscular at all. He just had this beefy solidness to him that I always admired so much. His knees were exposed as well as good portion of his solid thighs. He looked so sexy in those black shiny flimsy soccer shorts he was wearing. The swell of his ass just begged to be rubbed and felt. What really caught my eye though, was what could be seen peeking out just below his shorts. My uncle was wearing bright white, super shiny compression shorts. His thighs bulging beautifully beneath them. Once again, the sun illuminated every gossamer thread in the fabric. The natural ropes of his musculature creating sexy highlights and shadows. While the shorts certainly showed a bit of bump where his cock and balls were, the looseness of the shorts mixed with the tightness of his compression shorts underneath left me with only my imagination. It was really hard to see anything. That's the trouble with black. It's too dark to pick up on the light and show off your stuff tantalizingly. But I certainly wasn't complaining. Just seeing the hint of his white compression shorts was enough to send me into a crazy heat..... .....So time ticked on as I waited for his eventual arrival. He didn't leave with any bag or anything, so I was pretty certain he'd be coming home in the same outfit he left the house in. There was NO WAY I was going to miss a chance to perv on his soccer kit when he arrived. So I was planted on the couch just killing time. Hearing a car door slam in the driveway, I started to get excited. But that quickly turned to disappointment when I heard more doors shutting. SHIT, he's coming home with his friends? I thought they'd just drop him off and leave him all to me. Sure enough, the door opens and here comes my uncle with 3 of his buddies. What I first thought of as being a disappointment quickly changed when here were four men in front of me, all dressed in their sexy soccer gear. My eyes raked them up and down as they laughed and swayed. They were obviously drunk beyond their usually slightly inebriated selves. One of the men didn't seem particularly please when my uncle offered everybody a beer. "Dude, I'm driving and had to sit there at the bar all afternoon drinking damn COKES while you all got shitfaced. I'm here just to drop you off and get these other two drunks home." "Awe, come on!", my uncle slurred. "Just one won't make you a drunk mess, ya know." "Hell no!", he said. "And as for you two, either you come with me right now or find your own way to get your drunk asses home, because I'm outta here and I'm not coming back to collect you." Grumbling, the other two assented and in no time at all it was just me and my uncle in the living room. I always kind of liked watching my uncle when he had been drinking. He had this certain quality about him. A playful one. He would always kind of have this half grin on him as he looked about through half-lidded eyes. He laughed louder and harder when he had been drinking. My uncle plopped down in the recliner and pulled the crank and pushed against the arms and suddenly he was supine. "Hey Sport", he said. "Mind grabbing me a beer?" Obediently, I hurried off to the kitchen to retrieve his beer. "There's a bunch of different kinds in here!", I yelled from the kitchen. "What kind do you want?" I didn't get a reply. "What kind do you want?", I repeated as I came through the kitchen door to the living room. And once again, he was laid before me, softly snoring. I noticed his snores weren't as loud as when he was in bed. Perhaps it was the slightly elevated position allowed for better breathing. But it was still certainly audible, and as rhythmic as ever. I walked right up to him, not hesitating, because I knew that this was a perfect opportunity to check out what state he was in without it looking weird. He did, after all, just 30 seconds ago, asked me to do something. I reached out and firmly gripped his thigh, giving it a SUPER hard and vigorous shake, as if trying to rouse him. His beefy thigh emanating it's warmth through the lycra compressions shorts felt like electric on the palm of my hand. VERY loudly, I yelled, "Hey, Wake Up!! Did you still want that beer?" and then there was silence. nothing.....nothing at all...no change in his breathing pattern.....not even a grunt or flutter of his eyelids. Breaking into a wide wicked grin I knew he was ALL MINE! Reluctantly I took my hand off his thigh and did a little prep work to make this evening the most enjoyable. First making sure the curtains were closed tight, and the front door was locked and dead bolted. I turned the television off as I wanted no distractions whatsoever for what I had planned. I pushed the coffee table out of the way so I could drag over the ottoman from a chair on the other side of the room. I placed it right in front of my slumbering uncle and had a seat. As much I wanted to dive right in and start playing with his body, I was also horny just to stare at him. Perhaps I'm just a visual person, but exploring him with my eyes was very hot for me. One thing that really drew my attention was how his beefy lower legs looked when in that slightly downward angled footrest of the recliner. The weight of his legs against the padding caused his already wide calves to spread out even further. I remember how shiny his hot black soccer socks looked when he was standing in direct sunlight. I reached over and took the lampshade of the lamp hoping to recreate the effect. While it wasn't the same, the light cast from the naked bulb moved closer to him, did start to pick up the shimmering threads that were mixed in with the cotton in those amazing socks. Content with the visual, I reached out and placed both of my hands on the top of one of his feet. He was still wearing his soccer shoes and I could feel the heat emanating though them. Slowly moving up, my fingers encountered his ankles and the soft, yet slick, feeling of the fabric of his long soccer socks. With my hands on either side of his ankles, I started moving higher at a slow pace. My hands were slightly gripping him, fingers pointed up his legs, almost in a slight 'prayer' position but with his lower leg between them. I was in awe watching my hands heading up his socked calf...my hands started spreading wider and wider and they snaked their way up his calf. The fabric beneath so very warm, so very soft, yet so very slick. At the widest point of my uncles beefy calves, my hands were spread as such that I could've been holding a cantaloupe or a honeydew melon. That's how wide his calves were. When the tips of my fingers started enter under the folded over cuff of his soccer socks, I reversed gears and headed back down. towards his ankles. Over and over, as if in a trance, I ran my hands up and down my uncles meaty calf. I then switched my hand position, sliding under the bulk of his calf as if cupping it. The heat and warmth felt so good in my palms. And as I manipulated them, it cause the sheen on his sexy soccer socks to catch the light differently has his lower leg was manipulated to and fro. Because I simply felt the urge to, I leaned forward and laid my cheek against the logo on his sock in the middle of his shin. My hands under that wide calf made me imagine I was resting on the sexiest pillow ever invented. Feeling his soccer shoe pressed against my chest, I turned my face and planted a kiss right on that logo before sitting back and resting on the ottoman with my hand resting with a slight drape over his sexy sock clad ankles. Ready to move things in a different direction, I went to the side of the recliner to crank the foot rest back down. It was surprisingly harder than I thought, his massive body made it nearly impossible for me to work the crank. But I eventually got it down and took my place on the ottoman to gaze at him some more. The back of the recliner was still pushed back, so my uncle way laying there, legs slightly spread, feet dangling, slightly on the ground. His calves were still so wide pressed against the front of that recliner. The soccer socks creating the perfect path for my eyes to travel up and see the few inches of his glimmering white compression shorts peaking out from beneath his black glossy soccer shorts. Scooting the ottoman closer, now that the footrest was down, put me right between my uncles calves. I could feel those sexy warm socked calves rubbing against the outside of my legs as I leaned forward to place my hands just about the knees. That area just above the knee is quite an interesting place. Tendons and muscles combine in an intricate swirl of knots and ropes. I massaged that area methodically, on hand on each, inching my way upward. Like his calves, his thighs swelled out wider and wider the higher my eyes raked up his incredible legs. Pushing slightly against his inner thighs. I spread my uncles thighs even further apart. this caused his black soccer shorts to pull up slightly, exposing even that much more of white lycra compression shorts. As with his calf, I once again lean forward and kissed the black logo that was right there....just an inch above the hem of those lycra shorts. Feeling the heat emanating from his thigh against my lips. I raised up again and got off the ottoman altogher to my knees. I shift a bit and now had one of his lower legs clamped between my thighs as my hands came to rest on either side of his lower thigh. Once again, I ran my fingers over his warm flesh. This time though, I didn't try to get my fingers under the lycra compression shorts like I did with the cuff of his soccer socks. My fingers took in the very slick surface of those those shorts as I ran my hands slowly and steadily up and down his thigh. >From the first time my hands went up, the one on his inner thigh was almost immediately covered by the black soccer shorts. Without the visual, My fingertips became even more sensitive as i ran my hand over his slick lycra. What really blew me away was how HOT this was. And by that I mean temperature wise. The heat coming through his thighs to my hand was very erotic to me and my cock, which had been hard as a nail in my shiny mesh basketball shorts, was rubbing against the fabric as it pressed against my uncle's lower leg. The friction building slowly, creating even MORE heat. My fingers inched slowly higher each time i massaged his beefy thigh. Though I described earlier that my uncle isn't as muscular as he is just beefy, I'd have to say that his thighs were the one are that really did feel truly muscular. I could feel every hard sinewy rope of muscle through that spandex as I palmed and manipulated them. Up til now, I was purposely avoiding going higher on his inner thigh, because I knew once my fingertips contacted his bulge, then my focus would go directly there for the duration. I really wanted to explore the rest of his expansive muscular thigh, made even more wide due to the fact that he was supine and the sheer weight of his own leg cause the beef to spread enticingly. But I was ready now. Ready for his bulge. I was torn. Do I keep my hands under the black soccer shorts and run my hand up to feel it? Or do i gingerly take the hem of the shorts and slowly peel it back to reveal to my eyes first the object of my desire. Of course my visual side won out. I thought it would be as easy as just flipping the fabric back, but the weight of his thigh must have pulled the top layer of black soccer shorts under it. I had to kind of shimmy the fabric until it worked it's way further up his thigh, giving me a gorgeous view of his muscular thigh behind the the intensely bright white of his lycra compression shorts. When the soccer shorts were finally loose enough, I took a deep breath and pulled them back. And there it was.... This could have played out many ways, but it seems that the particular way my uncle either dressed, or perhaps just how he plopped down in the recliner....but his entire bulge was off to the side. The middle seam of his compression shorts was on the left, and there before me, hanging down his thigh were both of his nuts and long tube of fleshy tubesteak. We all know that cocks come in variety of forms, and I'm fascinated by each and every one of them. While my own cock becomes nice and long and thick, I'm definitely a 'grower'. I've always been envious of the guys who walk around with that big log just swinging away in it's flaccid state. My uncle? definitely a 'shower'!! It looked like a fat juicy italian sausage was trapped behind that glossy white lycra. It was laid pretty much horizontally, point toward his hip. As I dragged my eyes along the fat shaft, I came across his very pronounced flange of his bulbous cockhead. That ridge raised high like the peak of the mountains landscape of his cock before me. After the ridge, it was easy to see that his cockhead was fairly large. Perfect proportion to the fat shaft of meat that supported it. As the head of his cock tapered, the lycra shorts still stayed a bit taut, making it a bit difficult to see where the head of his cock eventually ended. Below that magnificent pipe, was his generous bull balls. Damn were those things hug! It looked like he had very large lemon shoved down the front of his lycra shorts. I just sat there for many minutes. My eyes taking in the fat bulge of my uncle before me. I grabbed the lamp and adjusted it to shine directly on that hot hunk of beef in his shorts. I'm not sure what possesses us to do things in the order that we do, but I believe in urges and following them. The heart and mind wants what it wants....Instead of touching his bulge, I leaned in and using the very tip of my nose, I ran it all over his mountainous ball bag. Just feeling the scope of the huge ripe fruit in front of me with my nose. It wasn't about sniffing or inhaling, it was just the point at which my body was registering the warmth and girth of what lied before me. I trace my nose to the base of his shaft. At this point it brought his ballsack in contact with my lips. As i nosed my way east along the shaft, my lips fell off his bag, and once again, it was just my nose traveling along the shaft slowly. The scorching hot shaft of my uncles cock trapped under that tight slick and shiny lycra.....Up and over the ridge of his cockhead my nose went until it fell of the edge of his cock completely. I repeated the process, only this time with my lips. My lips were closed. Not tightly pursed, but closed. And once again I dragged them all over his package. Taking a deep breath, I rested back on my haunches, my hands never leaving his scorching hot lycra thighs and just gazed at his sexy bulge as I pondered my next move. I leaned forward once again. This time, my tongue was out. I didn't have it pointed hard, but it wasn't a loose wide tongue either. Somewhere in between. Starting at the base of his ballsack. I ran lapped a bit at my uncle's lycra bulge. Feeling that warm spongy bag, combined with the slickness of the thin stretchy lycra, set my mouth to watering. I lapped at that bag over and over. It seemed like at least ten minutes I was content to lap away at my uncle's bag, soaking it in my saliva. When I pulled back, the lycra all around his bull balls was soaked and so much darker than the gleaming white of his compression shorts. This time in, I went for the base of his shaft and capped it between my lips. Almost like a biting motion, I gnawed at my my uncle's shaft. Centimetre by centimetre, I worked my way outwards. As I gnawed, my tongue licked and lapped at his firm and fleshy meat trapped beneath the fabric. Suddenly and without warning, my uncle made a loud snort and completely shifted in his seat. Working on instinct, I jumped up and was hunkered under the back of the recliner. I seriously thought my heart was going to explode I was so frightened. I was so convinced that I could do whatever I wanted that I forgot that this was actually a PERSON. In my mind, his cock and his balls in those sexy fucking shorts became it's own entity. As I sat there quaking and awaiting my fate, my mind realized I was hearing the very rhythmic breathing pattern of my uncle's sleep once again. On shaky legs, I gingerly came out from underneath the back of the recliner and bolted into the kitchen. Pacing bath and forth and breathing deep I tried to calm myself more. I've never suffered from panic attacks, but it felt like that was what was happening. After a few minutes, my intense fear lessened into just a general fear. I knew I had gone too far and was just hoping I'd be able to pass my uncle on the way to the stairs where I would feel safer in my own room. I listened intensely in the doorway. For some reason his once comforting breathing pattern now felt like some kind of trap. I bolted from the kitchen and as quiet as a jungle cat i sprinted to the base of the stairs. As I started up them, I chanced a look at my uncle and stopped dead in my tracks. He was still reclined back, but had shifted in a way that brought his left leg up and over the edge of the recliner. His right foot planted firmly on the floor. What's more is that while his left arm was up above his head resting on the recliner, his right hand had dropped to his bulging crotch. The black soccer shorts were still pulled back. He had the base of his shaft in his lycra shorts between his thumb and forefinger, with his other three fingers resting over the mound of his huge sack. Those fingers resting on the area that was currently soaked with my saliva. What really had me glued to my tracks though was that his cock had definitely grown. It maybe only got a couple of inches longer, but it was clear that it was steel pipe hard now. I wanted to go check it out further, but wasn't sure if this was still a trap. His breathing sounded the same as when he was sleeping, but now that he was erect and practically grasping it, I just wasn't sure. Then I saw the tip of his cock was wet as well. I had never licked there, so I knew immediately it was precum oozing through the white lycra shorts. I knew then that I'd be on me knees again. If it was a trap, then so be it. I'll take my chances and any punishment doled out. Anything to get that sperm in my mouth again. I stepped over to him and sank to my knees again. Now that his leg was up over the arm, those huge calves seemed even wider. I'm not sure how that could be possible. I marveled at how those super hot black soccer socks could even hold them without bursting into a million threads. That gaze only lasted a second though, as I really needed to see that wet spot on the tip of his dick....With his position changed, he had scooted down somewhat in his seat. His hot muscular spandex clad thighs spread wide and that hard lead pipe of his riding straight up his thigh aiming for his knee. What's more is that instead of the spandex tapering off, it somehow got wedged between his thigh and his cock. As if he had gripped it and pulled it a way from his thigh and then when it snapped back, the silky material folded over on itself. The lycra was now stretched tight over his flaring bulbous cockhead. It too was not dark in colour from the seepage his cock had produced. About a half dollar sized shiny slick of syrup soaked into the fabric. I leaned forward with my eyes on his face, waiting for him to grab me beat the shit out of me for molesting him in his sleep.....I leaned in and hovered my nose right over it...sniffing that wet spot. Yes, it was most certainly precum. If there's something I love more than cum, it's precum. So slick and syrupy. Eyes on his, i tentatively reached out my tongue until the very tip came into contact with that blistering hot rod of cock in his shorts. I left it there for a split second and drew back, testing if this was a trap. When i retracted, clinging to my tongue was a gossamer strand of precum. It stretched from my tongue to my uncle's wet spandex clad dickhead about 3 inches away. I pulled my tongue into my mouth and pursed my lips around that thick strand of viscous cock honey and traveled towards his pulsing flared and angry knob. Tasting his sweet juice, all my caution flew out the window. I didn't care if he caught me anymore. I needed it. I was MADE for it. I would DIE without it.... so let him kill me if he won't let me have it. When my lips finally followed that strand to it's source, I spread them apart a bit further to wrap them over the tip of his fuckstick. Now I had my lips wrapped around that soaking wet lycra clad knob as my tongue started swirling over it, gather all that honey into my starving mouth. I closed my eyes as I licked lapped and slurped on his creamy precum. I involuntarily started mewling and moaning. My eyes closed of their own accord as I got lost in the moment of sucking down my uncle's juice through the fabric. My closed lips over the very tip...sucking like I would on a straw, like I was working hard to get an extra thick milkshake through it..... my tongue pulling in that magical elixir. I had now worked all of the precum I could gather and his now wet spandex clad head was pretty much just my saliva. Craving more, I pursed my lips over the very tip again, but this time i also grabbed onto that hot steel pipe of his. My hand felt so right doing that. gribbing his hard yet spongy sausage. Rhythmically milking him....working more of that delicious syrup up his shaft, only to be cleaned off my sucking and slurping lips and tongue. I gripped that fuckpole hard and pried it away from his thigh....gathering all of that white spandex fabric around his stick. Crazy with lust now I clamped my lips over a good three inches of his cock. That giant head being most of my. My tongue swirling around it over and over and over, following along the flange of his flared meaty knob. My fist was full of his beef as I pumped him up into my mouth. My other hand was running up and down the inside of his lycra clad thigh. The heat from his thigh and the slickness of the fabric arousing me to no end. I started building up speed at a steady pace. I needed it...I needed that hot cum blasting right into my mouth. I need to suck on that load. To feel it filter right through his compression shorts into my greedy cocksucking mouth. I felt the moment of truth getting closer. My hand left the repeated rubbing of his thigh, my palm now hot with the friction and I cradled that giant lemon sized bag of his. taking in it's heft and warmth as my cock and other hand pistoned over his hard meat. My uncle's hips started undulating...they were moving beneath me. Gyrating in a clockwise position. My eyes darted up towards his. His eyes were squeeze shut tight. His breathing was more laboured. From my peripheral vision I watched his leg come off the floor and shoot out to the side. The other leg lifted off the armrest of the recliner to jut out further. There was my uncle, laid back on the recliner with his tree trunk legs lifted and spread wide. Those black soccer socked calves and his soccer shoes up in the air with my lips clamped over his lycra clad cock. Suddenly his meaty paw was in front of my face, he was prying his lycra clad cock out of my hand. His other hand was on the top of my head. He was using force, just making sure my head didn't move. With both hands free now and pace and quickness speeding up, I place my hands on the back of his lycra clad thighs and rubbed him as I moaned...my lips over that flared angry knob and his meaty paw stroked his cock. Moaning like crazy I kept my lips on his knob as my tongue swirled frantically...just waiting for that hot load of fucksauce to flood my mouth. My uncle was grunting and groaning, his eyes screwed shut as he stroked his fat sausage faster and faster. Then I felt the hand on my head tense up and his stroking hand stop. He bellowed out and I felt it. My lips clamped over his knob was suddenly filled with gobs of hot cream. I swallowed frantically as it was flowing through the fabric into my sucking mouth...blast after blast of his hot cream pumped out. The force pushing it right through the fabric as my tongue wiped up the mess. My uncle's legs dropped back down and his bellowing and hard breathing slowed...He was still reclined with arm now resting over his face. I was still hunkered between his legs as he let go with his hand and withdrew it. His hot bulge still wet with his sperm. I carefully wiped and lapped and slurped with my tongue and lips cleaning him off the best that I could. ****************************** .......So I was laying on my bed breathing pretty hard myself having just blown my own load in my shorts as I my mind played that fantasy in my head. Somehow, when I was jerking of playing that scene through my mind, I had pulled those pale blue briefs I still had in the ziplock back and they were laid over my face. my tongue was working on my uncle's wet blue briefs and I realized they were almost dried now. Still, I kept those briefs in that ziplock bag. These will be mine forever. Now.....to figure out how to get even more of his cum. Was this a daily ritual? did he always blow a load in his briefs? Would it really be that easy? I wasn't sure of the answer's but couldn't wait to find out what tonight would have in store. Maybe I should encourage him to actually join a soccer league....something to ponder this afternoon. ....more to cum....