Date: Wed, 5 Jul 2000 23:58:41 -0400 (EDT) From: Marc Subject: HOT FOR UNCLE JEFF (Part 5) Disclaimer: The following story contains themes of incest, watersports and scat. If you are under the age of eighteen or find such themes offensive, stop here. HOT FOR UNCLE JEFF (Part 5) By Rim4you 1 Following Jason and Jeffery's talk, the two men sat in silence. Each lost in his own thoughts. From time to time they'd take a swig of their beer. "Are you okay Jason?" Jeffery asked. "Yeah. I'm okay. It's just all so ... uh ..." "Exciting?" "Yeah. That comes close Jeffery. I guess I never imagined my kid wanting me in the same way you and I want each other. I guess I never really dwelled upon the matter before. Sure, I have a good looking kid. Working out with us, he's really developed an awesome body for a kid of sixteen." "Do you think you could be turned on to him Jason?" "After what you just told me Jeffery, I damn sure would want to give him a go at it. But I'd have to approach him in a subtle way don't you think?" "I think you could just all out rape Squirt's ass and he'd love every minute of it!" "Come on now Jeffery. I have no intention of raping my son. What we do, he and I, or the three of us together, would have to be geared towards what Squirt consents to. I'll have it no other way. I'm not about to lose the respect of my son just because of my sexual urges." "That's fair," Jeffery responded. "Do you respect me Jason?" Jeffery inquired. "Of course I do little brother. What we've been doing with each other dosen't change how I feel way deep down inside. I love you." "Thanks," Jeffery replied, "I need to hear that from you every now and then. And in case I haven't said it often enough big brother, I love you too. You're the best brother any guy could ever hope to have and I'm proud to be your brother." "You know," Jeffery continued, "Squirt's seventeenth birthday is coming up next week. Wanna give him a very special birthday gift?" "Like what?" "Like a boys night out. An all nighter, say at that sleazy hotel on West 23rd street. You do know it's gay owned and operated and some of the rooms are theme oriented. I think Squirt would really enjoy it. The three of us together doing whatever comes natural." Jeffery ran his hand along his brother's thigh. "What do you think Jason? Good idea? Perhaps you could even break him in before next Saturday night. I have to work a double on Tuesday. That will give you plenty of time to prime yourself up to the things Squirt enjoys most!" "But what about Sheila?" "Saturday evenings is usually her night to go out with the girls. This saturday is poker night for the girls at Wanda's house," Jeffery said. "But being Squirt's birthday and all, she'll want to cancel out of course," said Jason. "Not if we promise her we'll do the family thing on Sunday evening. That way everybody gets what they want Saturday night. Right?" "I'm sure Squirt won't mind having his birthday celebrated in two different ways that weekend," Jason nodded in agreement. "And you will entice Squirt before then," Jeffery said seductively, his hand moving towards his brother's crotch. "Won't you?" "I'll give it my best shot. But what if he rejects me Jeffery?" "He won't. I can guarantee that big brother. And if by chance he does, I'll let you bring all of your marine buddies over to gang bang me!" Jeffery chuckled. "Especially Robert." "You got the hots for Robert?" "Have you seen the way his skin tight jeans frame his ass Jason?" "Yeah," Jason replied. "He does have a very nice lookin' ass." "I'd love to sniff his sweaty hole! See a nice turd hanging out of his butt cheeks!" Jason took a deep swig of his beer. He eyed his kid brother and winked at him. "Speakin' of which little brother. I sure as hell wouldn't mind taken' a whiff of your hole!" "Yeah, you could," Jeffery said teasingly, "but ... " "But what?" Jason asked, surprised that Jeffery had used the word "but" and not the right "butt" to boot! "It's not that I don't want you to Jason. It's just that I don't want you to release all of your pent up desire on me. I want you to give that to Squirt first. I can wait till Saturday night." "You wait?" Jason sneered. "It'll be hard. But I'm not thinking about me and my satisfaction right now. I'm thinking about Squirt." Jeffery stood up, his back to Jason, reveaing his perfectly formed assets to his brother, flimsily covered by the thin fabric of his jogging shorts. He cocked his head towards his brother and whispered: "I haven't washed these in three weeks!" Jeffery teased. "I know Jeff stink is all in these shorts!" "Please!" Jason pleaded. Jeffery shook his head. "No. Squirt first. Me later." "But I'm so afraid he'll turn me down Jeffery! Like you're doing now!" "I'm not refusing you Jason. You know I want you. It's just this time I want you to give yourself to your son first before your brother. You hold the trump card in your hand. Squirt won't reject you. I promise." With that, Jeffery tossed his empty beer bottle in the waste can and made his way towards the door. 2 Jason felt so horny. On the one hand he wanted his brother so much just then; on the other, he understood Jeffery's meaning behind his words. He reached down and squeezed the aching lust between his muscular legs. The urge to jack off his throbbing manhood was so strong. So very strong. "But if Jeffery can wait for me" he spoke quietly to himself, "I can wait as Jeffery wants me to, for Squirt. My son!" He squeezed his crotch some more. His cock felt so good as he touched himself. All the while pondering the lustful and raunchy scenes he wanted to do with his son! Jason's cock swelled to its full length and girth. He knew he had a big piece of meat hanging between his legs. "My man cock!," he whispered, continuing to squeeze and grasp his tool, "jarhead cock! marine cock! Semper Fi ... always faithful. Yeah, my hand will always be faithful to you!" Jason released his grip from his cock. He stood up and headed for the fridge. He reached in and grabbed another beer. "Cool down buddy," he continued talking to himself. "Jeffery's right. Save all this pent up man spunk for Squirt!" He took a deep gulp of his beer then slid his hand down the back of his pants. His finger found his ass trench. "Not as furry as my little brother's," he sighed. Jason's fnger probed further into the trench. It was sweaty. When his finger touched the object of his desire, he felt the warmth of its moistness. He swirled his finger in probing circular motions around his asshole. Slowly he withdrew his finger and raised it to his nostrils. He took in a deep breath, alternating his finger from one nasal cavity to the other. The aroma consumed him. A strong scent. Rich and robust. Pungent. Musky. Stink. He lowered his hand so he could admire the finger that had touched the most private part of his body. He smiled. The finger was lightly coated in a brown hue. It still gave off, from this slight distance, its aromatic scent. He brought it back under his nose and inhaled again. "Fuckin' marine asshole!" he gasped. "Fuckin' dirty marine hole!" He lowered his finger and slid it into his mouth. His taste buds reacted. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," Jason moaned, "taste your stink!" 3 "What time is it Steven?" I asked. "It's eleven-thirty Marky-Marc," he answered. Steven, although he was like family to me, as we got older, felt that 'Squirt' was to childish to refer to me even though that's how my family always referred to me. So he settled upon calling me 'Marky-Marc.' At times I found it a little annoying but he'd always say: "Nah! You're Marky-Marc to me. I guess until we're grown up and I have to call you Marc!" "It's getting late Steven. I'd better go home." "You can crash here. You know you can." "I know. But with Mom and Dad just back in town I think I'd better make an appearence." "Suit yourself," Steven said. "I'll give you a holler tommorrow." "Do that. Seems like you've been avoiding me the past couple of days. What? Do I stink or somethin'?" "You always stink Steven," I laughed, "What? You only bathe every other Friday night?" "Go fuck yourself!" Steven laughed back. "Catch ya later buddy," I hollered, slapping him on the back. "Have a good one!" Steven responded. I bounded down the stairs from Steven's room. "You leaving Marc?" Steven's Mom inquired. "I thought you'd be spending the night." "Yeah. Gotta go Mom," I answered. "You know. The folks just got back into town and all." "Well you say hello to them and tell your mother that if she cancels out on Saturday night that's okay." "Saturday night?" "Why Marc!" Steven's mother answered suprised. "It's your birthday!" "Oh yeah! It is! No biggie ... just seventeen!" "And tell Jeff we said hello too," "Oh I will and thanks for dinner Mom. Love you!" Stepping out into the night air it was hot and muggy. I was anxious and at the same time apprehensive about going home. I wondered if Uncle Jeff had broken the ice. The house was dark when I entered. It was silent. Being a Sunday everyone was probably asleep. A work day tomorrow. Thank God for summer vacation. I slipped quietly into the room I shared with Uncle Jeff. He was lying in his bed sound asleep. Nude. The moonlight's glow, shafting its dim beams through the partially opened blinds, gave a hint of sensuality to the muscular frame peacefully asleep. I slipped out of my clothes quietly and paused by his bed to admire his exposed ass. The bed covers being swirled around his sculpted legs. It was a beautiful sight! There. Waiting. So vulnerable. I couldn't resist. I knelt beside his bed and gently grazed my face over his voluptuous ass. My nose was greeted with his ass musk. The scent I loved so well! I took short, rapid breaths, inhaling his fragrance. Uncle Jeff squirmed. He was a light sleeper. He lifted his head and gazed backwards. "Squirt? Is that you?" "Who else would be sniffin' your ass in our room?" Uncle Jeff sleepily raised himself unto his side. His cock flopped from between his legs and rested upon the mattress. "Have a nice time with Steven?" He yawned. "Yeah!" I answered, "We did the usual. Suck. Fuck. You know." He chuckled and reached down to rub the top of my head, still embedded within his furry cheeks sniffing away. "You smell so fuckin' good Jeffery!" "Shhhhhhh," came the response. "And how was your evening?" I asked. "Intereasting," Uncle Jeff yawned again. "Well?" I whispered with urgency. "That's for me to know and you to find out," Uncle Jeff sighed, dropping his head back down upon his pillow. "Jeffery!" I gasped. "Go to bed Squirt!" "Fuck!" I moaned. "Did my ass smell good? I thought it did!" Uncle Jeff chuckled quietly. "Jeffery! Quit teasing me!" I exclaimed. "Can't help it Squirt. You know I love doing it!" "You're not gonna tell me anything are you Jeffery?" "Nope," came the sleepy answer, "It's a surprise." "Shit!" I whispered. Jeffery reached up and knocked lightly upon the headboard of his bed. "Touchdown!" "You mean ...?" "I ain't sayin' another word Squirt except good-night and I love you li'l oinker!" "Huh?" I wondered and crept into my bed. The scent of Uncle Jeff's ripe butt on my face. I grabbed my dick and beat off! 4 It was late afternoon the following day. I decided I'd go for a jog. Build up a sweat. It was a strenuous run with the heat and humidity. My jogging shorts clung, drenched with sweat, like a second skin to me. I cut my run a little short this time owing to the heat. "Fuck!" I muttered to myself, "I forgot to call Steven. Oh well." I tore into a mad dash when I rounded the corner to the house. The final sprint was exhausting due to the oppresive heat. Sweat pouring down me. As I came flying up to the driveway I noticed Dad's car was home. It wasn't there forty-five minutes ago. Instinctively I headed for the garage. I opened the door and hollered: "Dad?" "Hey kido! Enjoy your run?" Dad was seated on the work bench doing some leg pressses. To my astonishment, all he had on was a jockstrap! "Uh ... yeah," I stammered, panting. "It's so fuckin' hot today! Oh! sorry Dad!" I apologized realizing I had used the "F" word! "Yeah," Dad responded. "It is fuckin' hot outside. Why don't you grab a beer? And bring your old man one too!" "Gee thanks Dad," I said. I twisted off the caps of two beers and handed him one. I plopped myself down on the floor and tilted the bottle to my thirsty lips. Unconsciencely I reached up and ran my fingers through my sweat dreanched hair. "You're so much like your Uncle Jeff," Dad said, observing me. "Jeffery?" I asked. "Yeah. You're alot like him." Dad stopped his workout and splayed his legs on either side of the bench. A thin sheen of sweat coated his body. I looked at him a little nervous. I also noticed that the jockstrap that he was wearing obviously hadn't been washed in a long, long time. It was no longer a clinical white and clean. Rather it was a deep beige in color, the fibres having soaked much from his crotch. There were evident stains on the pouch of the strap too. And there was a scent. I couldn't detect if it was my own sweating body or an aroma emanating from that dingy jockstrap. Dad reached for his beer and took a deep gulp. In that instant I observed him closely. His six foot, two inch height, was massive in it's muscular bulk. The years of training in the marines and the utmost care he administered to his body. His shoulders were broad. Very broad and tapered into a perfect "V" to his taught, slim waist. His crotch. Oh his crotch! Encased in that confining strap, was ever so full! It nestled between two beefy, meaty thighs. The whole of his body, from the neck down, covered in a very light coating of brown hair. I took in this beautiful sight, the aroma that infiltrated my nostrils, and my crotch began to respond. I could feel my dick begin to swell with life! I crossed my legs, one over the other in an attempt to hide the swelling between my legs. Still looking at my Dad, I could feel my heart racing. Pounding within my chest. "You've really filled out Squirt," Dad said, "all those grueling hours working out has paid off." "You think so?" "Yep! It shows." Perhaps because of the beer, not the best thing to drink right after a strenuous run and going to my head real quick, I got up and streatched. My head tilted back and my arms reached out for the ceiling. My young hard-on eagerly poked at my shorts, "Nice!" Dad remarked. I gazed downwards and saw that his pouch had swelled. My glance becoming more bold, riveted upon his crotch! "You're not so bad yourself," I uttered. "Think so?" "Yeah!" Dad laid back on the workout bench and drew his legs up. His feet clasping either side of the bench, exposing the trench of his ass! It was all so lewd. A porvactive display of his manly attributes. I couldn't resist. I took a few steps towards him and sunk to my knees. I could feel them quaking as I descended. "Dad!" I sighed. "Squirt," he replied with a gentle moan. I lowered my head and pressed my nose into the rancid fibers of his jockstrap. "Aaaahhhhh Squirt," Dad sighed deep as I sunk my face into the fetid cloth. "Smell me!" I inhaled deep and long. "It smells so good Dad!" I gasped between breaths, "your stink smells so fuckin' good!" I could feel myself tumbling into that dark world of depravity and lust. The nasty feeling was sinking in. "Yeah Squirt," Dad moaned deeply, "smell Daddy's funk! Smell Daddy's manstink!" I buried my face more deeply into his rank crotch, pinning his mammoth cock to the bench, straining within the confines of his diry jockstrap! I could detect the odors of sweat, piss and cum in the filthy strap. All mingling together in a powerful stench. Dad reached down and clasped his hands on my head and drove me deeper into his fragrant crotch. "Smell my fuckin' marine cock! Smell my mother fuckin' cock raunch!" I inhaled deeper and deeper. "Fuck!" I gasped, coming up for air, "I love your stink!" "Wanna check out my reeking armpits?" he asked. "Oh please," I moaned. Dad leaned back and gently laid his massive hulk in a reclining position, grasping his hands behind his head. "Smell me Squirt!" Beads of sweat were gathered in those luscious armpits. I raised my head from his stinking crotch and buried my face in his left pit, sniffing like pig! My mouth opened and my tongue darted out to capture the beads of sweat; silvery droplets, into my ravenous tongue. I savored the armpit taste of my Dad. my tongue sweeping that perspiring crevice. "That's it son" Dad gasped as my tongue took delight in the flavor his armpit produced., "taste my raunchy pit stink!" I slurpped greedily. I sniffed and sniffed Dad's armpit. I lapped away at it blending my spit with his pit, Each hair becoming saturated with the wet slime from my mouth. "Dad!" I moaned between swipes of my tongue to his hairy pit. "Yes! Fuck! What is it Squirt?" "I wanna smell your ass!" "It's fuckin' dirty Squirt! I haven't been wipin' so god back there! It's filthy son!" "Give it to me fucker!" Dad reached down with his hands behind his knees and with one quick motion, jerked his legs towards his chest, exposing the trench of his ass. I stood up and positioned myself at the opposite end of the bench, staring at his asshole. "Fuckin' shit!" I hollered. "Smell my dirty hole son! Smell my ass Squirt! Smell it bitch!" With no further prompting I dove towards my Dad's spread ass cheeks. My nose coming to rest at the funky hole and inhaled. "You like that son?" My Dad bellowed. "You like the way my shithole smells" "Mmmmmmm! Fuck! Yeah!" I grunted savoring the stench of his rank hole. "Yeah, son! I wanna hear you sniffin' your ole man's turd chute!" My obedience was immediate. How I loved the smell of asshole! "Yeah, pig! Tell me how much you love your Daddy's slop hole!" I inhaled the shitty aroma from my Dad's ass and groaned heavily. "I love your stink Dad! I worship your stink! I adore your stink!" My mind was in a daze. I couldn't believe I was dong this. "Eat my ass Squirt!" Dad hollered. "Suck out my raunchy butt!" My mouth opened. My tongue darted out towards his puckered hole. Swirling. Jabbing. Darting. I swished his ass juice into my mouth. It was so delicious! "Ah fuck Squirt!" Dad screamed, "makin' me feel so fuckin' good. I can't take much more of this. I'ts been too long a time for me. Son! You're gonna make me go over the edge with that fuckin' tongue of yours!" I drove my tongue deeper and deeper into my Dad's asshole, delighting in the ooze that seeped out of his turd canal. I yanked my turgid, throbbing cock from out of my jogging shorts and flayed my hand up and down my aching rod. "Eat me Squirt! Eat my crapper! Feels so fuckin' good! So fuckin' nasty! Can't hold back much longer ... got me too hot. I gotta! I gotta fuckin'! Oh fuck Squirt! I ... I ... " "Fuck! Shit! Aaaaaahhhhhh! Creamin' my strap son! Shootin'! Fuckin' can't hold back." Thick spurts of milky ball cream began to explode out of the fibers of Dad's jockstrap. Spurt after spurt. His floodgates had been flung open. His body jerked and convulsed wildly. My mouth still engorged upon his asshole, glancing upwards to his filthy jockstrap, I could see the spurts of his ejaculation. Coming in wave after wave; torrent after torrent. I released my mouth grasp from his shit chute and dove upon the stinking pouch of his jockstrap to capture each spitting load of my Dad's cum and stench into my mouth. Dad found my head and pulled me towards his nasty crotch grinding his pelvis upwards in the throes of his orgasm. I sucked furiously. Drawing his seed into my open lusty mouth. It's deliciousess drove me insane. I leaped up to my feet and yanked the front of my jogging shorts down. Freeing my aching cock. It bobbed furiously up and down upon it's freedom. "Mother fucker!" I yelled, wanking my meat for all it was worth. "gonna fuckin' bust my nut Dad! Want it?" Beneath me my father lay, his head thrown back, his mouth wide open. Waiting. "Just about there," I practically screamed, beating my meat for all it was worth. "Get ready you fuckin' pig ... gonna shoot my ..." With that my whole body contorted, lunging towards my Dad's open mouth. "Oh yeah Squirt," Dad moaned, "feed me your hot fuckin' load!" My cock blasted its fiery sperm right into my Dad's gaping mouth! "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I hollered, "Take your boy's ball juice!" When I had deposited the last of my ejaculating cock's juice into Dad's mouth, my knees buckled and I crashed to the floor. Dad turned his head towards me. Cum ... my cum oozing out of the corner of his mouth! Heaving uncontrollably, I fell foraward and mashed my mouth onto his sucking greedily my orgasm from my Dad's mouth! ****************************** I welcome your feedback. Write to me at Rim4you@webtv.net