Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2005 07:52:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ray Cassidy <babylonman05@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Week With Uncle Ron - Part 3

By popular demand here is part three of A Week With
Uncle Ron.  Hope you enjoy it and keep the emails
coming to

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A Week With Uncle Ron - Part 3

Stephen Krain


"But, Uncle Ron, I want to go with you.  I don't wanna
stay here with someone I don't know.  PLEEEEEEAASE,
let me go with you."

"I'm really sorry, Sport, but you can't.  I'm gonna be
with my sister in the hospital all night, and they
don't let kids into intensive care so you'd be all by
yourself in the waiting room.  I just can't do that,
Timmy," Ron said, genuinely unhappy at having to leave
Timmy alone.

They had been having a great week together, exploring
each other and constantly finding new ways to bring
each other pleasure, and now he had to suddenly go
take care of things for his sister who was laid up in
intensive care after a car accident.

"Look, I promise I'll be home  tomorrow at noon,
that's less than a full day.  Besides, I know you're
gonna like Dennis.  When I knew I had to leave you
with someone for a day he was the first one I called.
I just know you and he are going to get along. "

Actually, that wasn't quite true.  He had tried a lot
of his straight friends but all of them had "more
important" things to do and were so very sorry, and
gee, they really wished they could help him out, but
this was just the worst time possible to have called
asking  for a babysitter.  Finally, he had started
going down the list of his gay friends and Dennis was
the only one who was not just available but said he'd
be glad to help out his buddy Ron.  He and Dennis had
played together occasionally when Ron was in the mood
to be taken roughly and hard, but for the most part
Dennis usually was cruising for young twinks and only
hooked up with Ron when he was bored and lonely.  But,
Ron felt safe letting Dennis take care of Timmy.
Dennis was nothing if not honest and reliable.
Nothing would happen with Dennis around.  He was big,
older, and could handle any situation.

"Tell you what, little man, "Ron offered as he
finished packing his backpack, "if you play your cards
right, I bet Dennis will take you for a ride on his
chopper. How would that be?"

"I just wanna be with you.  I don't care about riding
a motorcycle and I don't like spending the day with
some guy I don't know.  PLEEEASE take me with you,"
Timmy pleadedthe rumble of a motorcycle in the
driveway signaled Dennis's arrival.

"Sorry sport, this is how it's got to be," Ron said as
he grabbed a quick kiss from the boy, threw his
backpack over his shoulder, and walked quickly from
the bedroom.

Timmy fell on the bed with a loud fatalistic groan and
grabbed his game boy angrily.  He knew he wasn't going
to have a good time and he was not going to even try.
This was so unfair, he thought to himself.

As he hit the gameboy buttons hard and tried to
concentrate on the game he heard the door open and a
deep voice greet Ron with a loud "how's it hangin,
bud."  He heard Ron speak quickly  telling the guest,
"Hey man, I really appreciate this.  Timmy's in the
bed room, there's beer and food in the fridge and help
yourself to anything you want.  Mi casa es su casa,"
followed by laughter and Ron saying, "hey man, I
really gotta run. I'll be back by noon tomorrow. "

Timmy sat frozen to his game boy, his fingers not
moving as he heard the door slam and the sound of
heavy boots walking down the hallway toward the
bedroom.

"You must be Timmy, " said the big man, standing in
the doorway of the bedroom.  Timmy looked up and
studied the man carefully.  He was older, with salt
and pepper hair pulled back in a pony tail.  His big
handlebar mustache was also salt and pepper and
matched the thick graying hair on his arms and his
upper chest, which was visible over the top of the
white sleeveless t shirt clinging tightly to his
massive upper torso.  His arms were decorated with
several dark tattoos which featured skulls and ribbons
and things Timmy couldn't read from across the room.
He was wearing tight faded jeans and Timmy's eyes
locked on the outline of a fairly thick cock over a
set of hefty balls set prominentely at an angle from
the base of his fly.  Timmy was struck by the stronger
fading of the jeans over his cock, which made the
outline even more pronounced.

Staring at the man's cock Timmy was suddenly
frightened.  Having spent the past several days
focused on men's cocks, he felt power emanating from
between this man's legs.  Cocks had come to represent
control, fear, lust,  and a lot of other feelings he
was still coming to terms with.  He had been pleasured
and dominated by the power of grown men's cocks over
the last two days and he still was unsure of what it
all meant.  As he stared at this mans prominent
appendage he felt intense dread and powerful  urgings
in his belly and it made him want to run away.

As Timmy stared at the faded bulge the man's finger
tip moved to the spot and slowly slid across the
bulge.  Timmy immediately looked up at the man's face,
 and saw him staring directly into Timmy's eyes, a
look on his face  the boy had seen on two other men
several times over the past two days.  After a few
seconds of eye contact , Timmy averted his eyes and
with shaking hands tried to feign an interest in his
game boy.  He felt a deep sense of dread but also
confusion by the stirring between his legs, as his
little cock grew hard.

Dennis  stared at the little boy and thought to
himself, "Damn, that kid got turned on."  The faded
bulge in Dennis's crotch was no accident.  It was his
calling card.  He was well endowed not so only in
length but in a fairly heavy girth, and he could gauge
men's interest in him by how long they looked at it.
A quick embarrassed turning of the head was a pretty
good sign there was no interest.  But, over time
Dennis could tell by the length of the stare and the
subsequent  eye contact  that man was mentally
drooling over his cock.   He displayed his cock the
way some women displayed their cleavage,  and it had
worked well for him, allowing him the ability to
target  his prey with exceptional accuracy.  While
Dennis would go after any man who tweaked his interest
, his favorite targets were generally young teenagers
between 15 and 19.  It had never occurred to him to go
after anything younger, mainly because he never saw
the look of lust on any kid younger than 15.  But,
this little tow headed kid had definitely had that
look of desire in his eyes.  Furthermore, looking at
the kids sleek  legs, and smooth features he felt a
familiar stirring at the base of his cock.  This was
going to be an interesting day, he thought to himself.

"So, what are ya up for, kid?" asked Dennis.

Timmy shrugged, not looking up from his gameboy, "I
don't care.  Whatever you wanna do is ok, I guess."

"Well, then, lets climb on my chopper and go grab a
pizza.  I'm starved," said Dennis, his overdone
enthusiasm a vein attempt to get the boy interested.

Timmy shrugged again and getting off the bed slipped
on a t-shirt and his worn out tennis shoes.  "I guess
that would be ok."

When Dennis was on his motorcycle he slapped the seat
between his legs, signaling Timmy to climb on.  Timmy
walked over and grabbed for the handle bar to pull
himself on and instantly felt a big arm around his
waist hiking him up between the mans legs
effortlessly.  As he wiggled around to get situated
the same arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him
in tight.  As his back came in full contact with the
big mans stomach and chest he felt a hand momentarily
slide across his little cocklet before it settled on
his thigh and adjusted his legs.  Timmy said a silent
prayer the man hadn't noticed his cock was hard.

The ride to the Pizza store was electric for Timmy.
The feeling of the wind in his face, the man's body
pressed against his back, and the occasional  feel of
a thick cock against his  butt cheeks  sending waves
of confused feelings up his spine and down between his
legs.  He alternately wanted to run away and turn
around and hug this big man behind him.

Sitting across the table, eating pizza helped break
the ice.  While Timmy couldn't get past the fear he
also felt safe with him.  He felt as if this man would
protect him and he occasionally had fleeting images of
being in his arms, protected from unseen threats.  As
they talked and measured each other the conversation
got a little less strained and Timmy was able to
gradually open up.

"So, whaddya want  to do when we get home, sport?"

"I don't care.  You wanna watch a movie or something?"

"Sounds good to me," answered Dennis, his mind
working.  "I got some good movies in my saddle bags.
You wanna watch one of em?"

Timmy shrugged,  "sure."

When they pulled up to the driveway and had dismounted
from the bike, Dennis reached into his saddle bags and
pulled out a thick DVD caddie.  "I got lots of good
ones to choose from in here, but I got one I think
you'll like," said as they walked into the house.

In the den, Dennis fiddled with the DVD player till he
had the movie cued and ready to start.  Pulling off
his shirt and boots he stretched out on the couch ,
his head resting on his arm as he waited for  Timmy to
make himself comfortable.  "Why don't you take of your
shirt and shoes, too, "he said, patting the cushion
space in front of his stomach.

Timmy looked at Dennis's upper body and was amazed by
the amount of salt and pepper hair.  His jeans rode
low so Timmy could see the air thinning out as it
reached past the man's belly button.  He wondered if
he was smooth under his jeans.

Pulling off his shirt, he sat shyly on the edge of the
sofa, right in front of Dennis's waist.

Dennis pointed the remote at the DVD player and then
adjusted the sound as the intro music blared too loud.
 "What are we watchin," asked Timmy.

"Something I doubt you've ever seen, but I think
you'll enjoy," chuckled Dennis.

Timmy watched with some dismay as the movie began with
only the shortest of introductory credits, with
strange men's names scrolling across the screen.
Actors he'd never heard of.  He was also confused by
the fact the movie didn't seem like a movie you'd see
in a theatre but more like something that was made
with a TV camera.  As the scene  opened  he feared it
was going to be really boring since it it was just two
guys dressed like construction workers standing
talking to each other.  Timmy sighed, fearing he was
going to have to sit through some really boring grown
up movie.

Suddenly, the men were kissing and one had his hand
between the other man's legs and was rubbing it.
Timmy felt himself go flush with fear and the urge to
run away as far and as fast as he could.  He sat
silently, not  knowing what to do and frozen with
dread.  While his  mind raced in confusion one of the
men kneeled and pulled out the other man's cock,
putting it in his mouth.  Timmy was frozen, unable to
take his eyes of the erotic scene on the screen but
wanting to be anywhere else but here.  He didn't know
what to say or do, so he sat there as if this was a
scene he had viewed hundreds of times.

"C'mon, sport, make yourself comfortable," said
Dennis as he pulled Timmy down next to him, pulling
the boy close so his  back and butt were pressed up
against his chest.

Timmy could feel the man's breath on the back of his
neck and his arm wrapped casually around Timmy's
waist.  He didn't know what to do.  He felt trapped
and more vulnerable than he had ever felt.  He laid
there rigidly, watching the porno movie and afraid to
make a sound.

After a few minutes in which the men on the screen had
both taken all their clothes off and were engaging in
some fairly passionate exploration,  Dennis's hand
moved  down and grabbed Timmy's hard  cock through the
soft material of his shorts.  Timmy held his breath as
Dennis  said softly, "I see this is having the same
effect on you it's having on me."  Shuffling his body
around, Dennis muttered,  "Damn, I feel so confined."

Pulling his hand away from Timmy,  he moved it between
their bodies.  Timmy suddenly hear the sound of a belt
being unbuckled and cool brass dragging across the
small of his back.  The next sound was a snap and a
zipper going down.  This was followed by movement as
Dennis raised his hip and slid his jeans down to his
upper tighs.  "There, that's better," he said with a
small sigh.

After a moment in which Timmy lay frozen in place at
what was going on behind him, he felt a hand  tugging
at his shorts.  "C'mon sport, get comfortable with
me," he heard Dennis say as he felt his shorts being
pushed down over his hard cocklet and down to his
thighs.

As Timmy felt the cool air flow against his throbbing
little cock, Dennis's hand reached around his waist
and pulled him in tight.  He suddenly felt a thick,
hot cock pressed up against the small of his back.
The sensation of the cock and the scene on the tv
screen had Timmy flush with excitement, but there was
still that  feeling of deep dread in the pit of his
stomach as if something was going to be done to him
and he was going to have no control over it.

As they continued watching the movie the scene became
increasingly more erotic.  The men were now sucking
each other at the same time, laying on their sides and
taking each other's cock deep in their mouths.  Dennis
whispered to Timmy, "we should do that, you know. But,
I'm afraid our size difference  would make it kinda
hard.  Maybe we could take turns."

Timmy wanted to have Dennis's cock in his mouth more
than anything, but he was also terrified and wanted
everything to slow down.  He had only known this man
for a few hours and didn't feel  safe anymore.  He
felt this man might do things to him he didn't want.
He had no control.  He thought that if he put the
man's cock  in his mouth he might get so excited the
man might hurt him.  Timmy had a very limited
understanding of sex and didn't know  what kinds of
things men did to little boys and didn't want to find
out.  He wished Ron were here to protect  him.

Before Timmy could decide what to do,  he was spun
around and found himself kneeling on the floor, facing
Dennis.   "Go, head sport, show me  what you can do
with those sweet lips."

Afraid to say no, Timmy reached his shaking hand out
and gently grabbed the  throbbing cock in front of
him.  On the head was a strange silver ring going into
his peehole and coming out underneath to connect  at a
small silver ball.

"What's that?" asked Timmy, vainly trying to mask his
fear.

"It's a cockring," said Dennis, reaching down and
pulling it gently to give Timmy a better view.

"What's it for,?" asked Timmy.

"Well, it's mostly for looks," said Dennis, "but that
little ball has a nice purpose, too."

Dennis smiled and looked up at Timmy's face, "later,
when I fuck you, that little ball will rub on a
special place inside you and make you feel really
good.

Timmy looked at Dennis and pulled away slightly, "no,
no, I don't want you to do that to me," he said, his
voice quavering and a big tear running down his cheek.

Dennis grabbed Timmy by the arm, squeezing tightly.
"we've gone this far, sport, and I doubt your mouth is
going to be enough to satisfy your Uncle Dennis, " he
said with a slight menacing tone.

Grabbing Timmy around the neck he pulled him down to
his cock and  pushed it up to his waiting lips.  With
a mixture of fear and arousal Timmy opened his mouth
and let the cock head slip into his mouth.  As Ron had
taught  him to do, he started dragging his tongue
across the bottom of the meaty  helmet.  Dennis
loosened his grip on the boy's neck and settled back
on the couch with a loud groan.  "Damn sport, someone
taught you good," he said as his head settled on to
the arm of the sofa.

Timmy tried desperately to give Dennis as much
pleasure as possible with his tongue, hoping it would
satisfy him and he wouldn't need to put that huge cock
in his butt.  Timmy felt a powerlessness overtake him
that he had not felt before.  He felt as if he had no
ability to decide what was going to happen  next and
would have to give himself to this big man or have it
take from him against his will.  The  feeling of
powerlessness was scary but also made his little cock
twitch with desire.  He had no understanding of the
term submissive, but he was certainly feeling it.  He
was in the presence of a man who was going to use him
for his pleasure, and while that took away his  own
power, he felt a different kind of power . The  kind
of power a man (boy) has when someone desires him. As
these sensations coursed through his body, Timmy took
the cock deeper in his mouth, trying to cover as much
of the thick rod as he could with his small mouth.

"That's it bitch, work that cock," Dennis groaned.  "I
can't wait till my thick rod is buried deep in that
little boy pussy and pumping you full of breeding
juice.  Oh YESSSSSSS."

Timmy started tasting  the familiar taste of pre-cum
flowing into his mouth and  he let it coat his tongue
as he rubbed it vigorously under the base of the
expanding cock head.  He could feel the big cock
flexing his mouth, the little steel ball rubbing
smoothly over his small tongue.  Reaching down he
grabbed for Dennis's balls and was surprised at their
size.  When he put his hand in the middle the balls
slid over the sides of his hand, leaving him holding a
mass of ball sack.  Finally, he took one ball at a
time, their massive size filling his hand like a
tennis ball.  The  weight, texture, and heat of this
man's heavy sack sent spasms down the base of Timmy's
cocklet.

"Ok, boy, time for Dennis to prepare your boy cunt,"
groaned Dennis as he grabbed Timmy by the leg and
pulled him forcefully onto the couch.   Timmy found
himself with his face pressed against Dennis's hairy
belly, his legs being spread and the feeling of hot
breath on his tight little ball sack.  The next thing
he knew his butt cheeks were  spread and a tongue was
pushing it's way into his tiny opening.  In spite of
himself, Timmy heard himself groan loudly as the
delicious hot  tongue pushed his tight ass ring open
and probed deeply inside him.  He rubbed his face into
the warm hairy belly and let his legs go limp with
pleasure.  It felt good, and even though there was
still fear present, he couldn't help but want the
tongue to go deeper.  Occasionally, he felt  the
tongue  leave his rectum and a wet warmth surround his
cocklet.  He couldn't help himself groan with
pleasure.

At one point Dennis's mouth let go of his cock with a
wet slurping sound and started kissing and nuzzling
his taught tummy.  Some wetness on his ball sack
started tickling him as the  moisture ran down his
cock.  Reaching back, Timmy wiped his fingers across
his ball sack to relieve the torment and discovered
that his little ball sack had a different feel to it.
It was looser than normal and his balls were hanging
on either side of his upside down cock.  Normally, his
little sack was tight and held firmly against his
cock, but now they felt as if they were looser, with
each little grape sized ball feeling like it was
looser inside his sack.

"Ok, sport, it's time.  Do you know where your Uncle
Ron keeps some lube?

The fear rose in Timmy again and he shook his head as
Dennis pushed him off the couch.

"Well, go look in the bathroom.  I don't doubt he's
got a tube of something in there. "

Timmy knelt at the edge of the  couch,  unable to
move.  "GO, I need your pussy now, " ordered Dennis.

Timmy got up and ran to the bathroom, his hard cock
bouncing as he went.  Dennis laid  back on the couch,
gently stroking his engorged cock.  Rubbing his thumb
across the piss slit he smeared the flowing pre-cum
over his shaft.  He waited a few moments  till he
realized he was not hearing the sound of a medicine
chest or drawers being opened.  Getting up he went to
the bathroom to investigate.

He found Timmy sitting on the edge of the tub, a big
tube of lotion in his hand, a big tear rolling down
his cheek, his eyes as big as saucers as Dennis stood
staring.  Timmy pulled back as he saw the massive cock
twitching up and down between the big man's legs.

"THIS IS BULLSHIT," yelled Dennis as he took two long
strides up to Timmy.  Timmy was shaking as the man
leaned to his right and wrapped an arm around Timmy,
lifting him so Timmy was held at an angle , his small
butt held up in the air.  With a long stroke Dennis
brought his  open hand down on Timmy's ass with a loud
and painful THWACK.  Timmy let out a shriek of pain
and then felt another hard blow delivered to his ass.
It was followed by many more as the man dealt out
discipline to the reddening globes of firm flesh.

Setting Timmy down on his feet, Dennis kneeled in
front of him and grabbed him by the arms,  yelling in
his face, "I AM GOING TO FUCK YOUR PUSSY.  DO YOU
UNDERSTAND?

Timmy stood there, both terrified and intensely
aroused.  It was  mixture of feelings that left him
confused but fully aware of the outcome  of events.
He nodded fast and hard, wanting the man to know he
was not going to resist anymore.

Taking a softer but more ominous tone, Dennis held
Timmy still and said "I knew the minute you looked at
my cock you wanted it.  I knew from the first minute I
laid eyes on you,  you wanted man cock. I also knew
you were going to fight me.  But, I always win.  Once
a boy looks at my cock with desire he is destined  to
have it buried in his tight little boy pussy.  Now,
enough games.  Let's go back in the den."

Leading a subdued Timmy back to the den,  Dennis sat
down hard in the middle of the sofa, legs spread.
"Lube me up," he ordered.

Timmy, his hands shaking with lust and fear squeezed a
small dab of lube in the palm of his hand.  Before he
could pull the tube from his palm Dennis reached out
and squeezed hard on the tube, dumping a palm-full on
the small hand.  "That's better," said Dennis.

Timmy reached out and started smearing it all over the
throbbing cock.  Feeling the fleshy rod twitch as his
little hand coated it with the greasy lotion.

"Put a big glob on the top of my cock head so I can
get inside you, " ordered Dennis.  Timmy took another
big squirt of lube on his finger tips and coated the
cock head and silver ring with a heavy layer.

Grabbing the tube from Timmy, Dennis laid it on the
couch next to him.  "Turn around, " he ordered,  "and
back up to me."

Timmy turned around and backed up between Dennis's
open legs.  Grabbing him around the waist Dennis
pulled the boy roughly to his chest, then reached
under Timmy's thighs and pulled them up, bringing his
knees up next to his small shoulders.  Timmy's back
was pressed against Dennis's chest, his legs spread
lewdly, and his little boy pussy poised right over
Dennis's lubed cock head.

"Reach down and put my cock in you pussy," he ordered.
 This was a favorite technique for Dennis.  It wasn't
enough to violate  young boy pussy, he liked to make
them be the ones that put his cock inside of them.  It
was simply another little bit of humiliation that made
them more submissive.

Timmy's reached down and took the thick cock  in his
hand, putting the head against his quivering  little
hole.  "Ok," he  said quietly, "it's there."

Holding Timmy firmly Dennis thrust his hips up slowly,
feeling the pressure of the firm anal ring resist any
attempt at penetration.  Timmy dropped his head back
and let out a slight squeal as he felt the intense
pressure on his opening.  Dennis thrust more
forcefully and lowered Timmy down at the same time,
feeling the wrinkled muscle finally lose the battle
and allow the thick cock head to penetrate .  As he
felt the ring of muscle contract sharply under his
cock head he let out a long deep moan. Timmy thrashed
around and yelled out, "OW OW OW IT HURTS IT HURTS
STOP, STOP PLEEEAASE."

Dennis held Timmy in place for a while, letting the
little sphincter get accustomed to the violation.
Timmy's thrashing began to subside and eventually he
laid still, the back of his head on Dennis's shoulder
as he groaned softly.  Dennis moved his cock a half
inch  deeper and Timmy shuddered.  Timmy had felt the
silver ball on the tip of Dennis's cock slide smoothly
across his prostate and it felt good, it felt VERY
good.  As Dennis lifted Timmy slightly then lowered
him down again the ball repeated the stimulation on
Timmy's button,  causing his ass ring to clench firmly
around Dennis's cock.  Dennis noticed that Timmy's
toes were curling, a clear sign he was experiencing
pleasure.  As he looked at his hands gripping the
boy's legs he was aroused at how small and delicate
this child was.  Dennis's hands completely encircled
the boy's legs just above the knees and the contrast
between his massive, calloused hands and the boys
delicate legs was deeply arousing.

Slowly, Dennis began lowering Timmy down his shaft.
Each stroke spread the lube  deeper inside Timmy,
allowing for a smoother penetration.  From the noise
coming  from the boy and the tension in his legs it
was obvious he was past pain and was beginning to
experience pleasure.  His little cock was hard as a
nail and the head had taken on a deep purple color.
The boy was probably not far from his first orgasm.
The first of many Dennis intended to give him that
night.

Finally,  Dennis felt his cock sink all the way to the
root.  He could feel the tight little ring wrapped
snuggly around the base of his cock.  His 8 inches
deep in the boy's hot rectum.
The wiggling the boy was doing was nothing more than
hints he wanted more thrusting from the hard cock in
his boy pussy.  Dennis was glad to comply and he
lifted Timmy high up till the little silver ball was
stimulating the little g spot.  Timmy cried out in
excited pleasure and Dennis held him in place, moving
his cock up and down  in short little strokes, in
order to keep the stimulation on target.

When Dennis would penetrate  to the base of his cock
Timmy would swoon at the full feeling it gave him and
the way Dennis's thick patch of wiry pubic hair would
stimulate the lips of Timmy's asshole.  It was hard
for Timmy to keep from wiggling and thrashing.
Everything Dennis did to him was a new feeling and it
sent wild signals through all parts of his body.
Wiggling was a natural reaction to the sexual frenzy
Timmy was experiencing.

"Stroke your little cocklet,  boy.  It looks like it
needs it." Dennis whispered to Timmy,

Timmy grabbed his cock and started stroking hard.  The
effect was immediate.  Dennis felt the boy's ass
muscled gripping his cock like a vise and knew Timmy
was on the verge of an orgasm.  Timmy arched his back
and almost expelled Dennis's cock.  Dennis gripped the
boy's legs firmly and held him in place.  As Timmy let
out a short grunt, a squirt of clear fluid shot out of
his little cock and landed on his chest.  Timmy looked
down in awe as he continued to stroke his cock.  His
ass felt stretched to the breaking point and the
rubbing against his prostate was driving him into a
frenzy of sexual lust.  The sperm accompanying his
orgasm was simply icing on the cake.  He tried to
thrust his little body up and down on the invading
cock to help ease the sexual itch he felt deep inside,
but it did little good.   Dennis had his legs in a
tight grip and was in total control of the speed and
depth of the penetration.  All Timmy could do was go
along for the ride.

"Hey, Sport, you know where there is a big mirror
anywhere?" Dennis asked Timmy, his voice coming out in
pants as he continued thrusting into the boy.

"Bedroom," Timmy groaned.

Pulling Timmy off his cock he set the boy down on the
floor.  Timmy's legs has become slightly numb from the
firm handgrip Dennis had been maintaining above the
knees.  As Dennis took his hand and led him to the
bedroom he felt a prickly sensation as blood flowed
back through his lower limbs.

"Damn, that's a big one," said Dennis as he looked at
the sliding closet doors which were nothing more than
full length mirrors on tracks.  Sitting on the edge of
the bed with his knees only a couple of feet from the
mirrors, he pulled Timmy to him.

"You are one of the sweetest lovers I think I have
ever had, " said Dennis as he pulled Timmy's face to
his and kissed him full on the mouth.  Timmy felt a
thick tongue enter his mouth searching around
hungrily.  It felt good and Timmy sucked hard on the
invading tongue, working his teeth on it as he
greedily drew it into his mouth.  He put his hand
behind Dennis's head and pulled him hard, wanting to
get more of the hot man kisses.  Dennis reached down
and fondled the boys  smooth buns, sliding his hand
down to the crack and pressing a finger at the opening
of his tight little hole.  His finger slid in easily
and was followed by a second and a third.  The boy was
so stretched he barely noticed three fingers massaging
his asshole.  Pulling Timmy away from the kiss, Dennis
spun  him around again so his back was to him.

"Ok, sport, you're in for a treat now.  Nothing like
watching your boy cunt wrapped around a man cock."
Grabbing Timmy by the lower thighs he once again
lifted him into position.  Timmy gazed at his own
little pucker hole, which was now stretched out and
gaping.  The lips were dark purple and lube and ass
juice were smeared between his cheeks.  Dennis's cock,
with his silver ring coated in lube flexed near
Timmy's hole.

"You know the routine boy, put my cock back inside
you."

Timmy reached down and took the cock in his hand
placing the head up to the entrance to his gaping
pucker.  He stared, mesmerized by the obscene image of
this massive cock preparing to penetrate his tight
rectum.  With the cock head poised, Dennis pushed up
as he lowered Timmy down.  His cock slid in with no
resistance and was quickly embedded in the boys rectum
clear to the root.

"Damn, that is hot looking.  Look how your pussy lips
grip my cock, Timmy.  Isn't that the hottest thing
you've ever seen?"  Dennis groaned, then added "Check
out my balls."

Dennis's balls were completely retracted  and pulled
up tight on either side of the base of his cock.  "You
know why they do that, boy?"

Timmy shook his head as he stared at the heavy cock,
framed by two almost golf ball sized nuts.   "It means
my cock is ready to breed you, Baby.  It means my cock
wants to shoot a big load of hot baby juice deep
inside your boy pussy.  When a man's balls do this he
is primed to unload."  Dennis paused as he increased
the tempo of his thrusts.  "Look what you do to me,
Timmy.  You got my cock so hard my balls are pulled up
as high as they can get.  You are one hot little
fucktoy, my man."

Timmy looked down at his own little cock and noted
that his balls were doing the same thing.  Having
experienced his first wet orgasm he was hoping for a
replay.  As he thought about it, Dennis pulled his
hand away from Timmy's right leg  and told him to hold
it.  Reaching over, he took Timmy's cock in his hand
and started to stroke it.

"Let's see if can't make you cum again.  I love how
you little cunt tightens up when you cum.  I wanna
feel that again," Dennis said.

Timmy watched, entranced,  as the big paw grabbed hold
of his tiny little cock and started to stroke it up
and down.  Between the hand on his cock and the
massive fuck pole up his ass he was delirious with
sexual desire.  He felt so full, and it was making his
cock feel delicious.

"I think I'm gonna cum again," Timmy moaned,  "keep
touching me like that,  PLEEEEASE,"

Dennis took Timmy's cock and ball sack in his hand and
gently squeezed it, the little cock head sticking up
out between his curled thumb.  "Tell me what you see
in the mirror, Timmy.  Tell me."

"I see your big cock stuck inside my pussy.  I see my
pussy lips holding on to your cock and stretching when
you pull it out of me.  I see your hand on my balls
and cock.  I see my legs spread really wide so you can
go deeper.  I see your big hands holding me in the air
like I don't weigh anything.  I see my feet bouncing
up and down every time you fuck into me," Timmy said,
breathlessly.

"Alright, Timmy, time to dump my seed."

Reaching over to the bed Dennis grabbed a couple of
pillows and piled them on the middle of the mattress.
Pulling Timmy off his cock with a small pop, he placed
him face down on the mattress with the stacked pillows
under his hips, forcing his ass way up in an obscene
invitation for mounting.   Spreading Timmy's legs
wide, Dennis climbed up toward his target and placed
his cock head against Timmy's reddened boy cunt.
Holding himself over Timmy with a hand pressed against
the mattress he used his other hand to maneuver his
cock head into position.  Once in place, he simply
gave one long thrust and slid all the way inside
Timmy.

Timmy let out a short grunt  as the pressure on his
ass forced him into the cushions, almost knocking the
wind out of him.  Dennis placed both hands on the
mattress and lifted himself so the only part of him
touching Timmy was his cock.  He looked down at the
image of this small, creamy white boy splayed out for
his rutting . As he pounded Timmy, his upper thighs
would press in on the boy's butt cheeks, flattening
them against his hairy thighs.  When he pulled out
Tommy's ass would spread wide as his ass lips were
pulled along the length of the cock.  Dennis had a
strong urge to cum, but he managed to control it so he
could continue to watch his cock going in and out of
the boy's cunt.

As he stared at the creamy white ass he was violating,
he tried to picture his cock wrapped tightly in boy
rectum.  What made boy pussy so special was the
tightness of the entire chute.  It had a way of
wrapping a man's cock completely.  Next, he pictured
his piss slit spewing gobs of thick white cum into the
tiny space, forcing the boy's guts to swell to
accommodate all the sperm.  The image was powerful it
caused a tightening in his balls, a feeling which told
him he was going to cum soon.

"You ready, boy?  Grab hold of that headboard so you
don't slide forward."

Timmy reached out and grabbed the headboard and locked
his arms straight expecting a slight increase in the
rhythm.  Instead he suddenly felt a powerful slam into
his backside, followed by a loud "UNNGGGGGHHHHH." That
 was followed instantly by another thrust and another
loud grunt.  Dennis was pounding his pelvis into Timmy
as hard and as fast as he could and the little boy was
bouncing under him.  The only thing keeping Timmy in
one place was the impalement from the big cock inside
him.  As Dennis pounded, the headboard was slamming
against the wall.  Timmy, was delirious from the pile
driving he was receiving.  He was helpless to stop it
or control it, and he felt an intense sense of power
pouring from the 8 inch fuck tool invading his tight
pussy.  Timmy spread his legs wider and let out
uncontrollable squeals every time he was pounded into
the pillows.

"Gonna shoot, boy.  Gonna flood  you with cock cream.
OH YEAH, OH YEAH.  YOU ARE SO TIGHT BABY, SOOO TIGHT.
HERE IT COMES BOY, HERE IT
UUUUGGGGGGGGGGNNNNNNNNNNN."

As the words turned to loud grunts Dennis released a
thick geyser of steaming hot cum deep into the
recesses of the boy's rectum.  8 inches of cock would
place the head of his cock somewhere above Timmy's
belly button, so there was no telling how far inside
the boy's guts the cum was spewing.  All Timmy knew
was that he could feel it coming out.  It made his
stomach contract as if he was being given an enema.
But it also felt good, it felt real good and it gave
him another orgasm, which to his delight covered the
pillow under him in a thick goo.  Now the thrusting
was forcing Timmy's sensitive cock to rub against the
pillows and the pleasure was intense.  He raised is
little butt up every time Dennis pulled out, so that
the next thrust would push his cock all across the
smooth pillow.  Timmy buried his face in the mattress
and let out a long wail of pleasure.  He had never
known such deep physical ecstacy before and he didn't
want it to end.

As Timmy continued to hump the pillow, Dennis's
deflating cock slid out of the boy's distended hole,
dragging a long trail of thick cum with it.  Timmy's
long thrusts against he pillows was forcing the cum
out of his hole with wet farting sounds, shooting the
cum several inches to the inside of his thighs were
coated in a mass of cum and ass juice.  Timmy finally
gave on long thrust and let out a long squeal as his
ass flexed tightly in orgasm.  As wave after wave of
intense pleasure overcame the boy he slowly relaxed
and rolled off the pillow, his eyes half closed in
dreamy exhaustion.  Both of them laid there for a
while, covered in thick cum and languidly drifting in
and out of sleep.

Their drifting  in and out of sleep was suddenly
interrupted by a laugh.  Looking up at the foot of the
bed they were stunned to see Uncle Ron standing there
unbuckling his pants.  "Leave you two alone for a few
hours and look what happens," he chuckled.  "Well,
make room, it's my turn for some good tight boy
pussy."