Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2011 17:59:50 +0100 From: Internet Subject: Uncle Bulge Part 3 This story is completely fictional. Any similarities to any persons or events, past or present are purely coincidental. This story contains scenes which involve sexual situations between youths and adults. If this type of material is offensive to you, or it is not legal for you to read this type of material, please do not read any further. Copyright: 2010 succumballs Please leave comments at succumballs@hotmail.com Uncle Bulge Part 3 I was just finishing my homework when dad got home. First thing he always does is come into my room and ask how school was. I told him Miss Travis asked me twice what I was daydreaming about. I told her, "My dad. He did something really nice for me yesterday. She said that if I was that happy about it I should do something nice for him too." Then I stood up so he could see my plaid shirt was open and I had nothing else on. When he grinned I looked down. I was dripping a long thread of pre-cum onto the rug. He walked over, tussled my hair and took the web of goo from my prick with his finger, put it on his lips and kissed me. As he did he miked me until I panted. I sat down again and unzipped his pants. By the time I got them and his shoes and socks off his awakening bone hung under a five-day beard of shaved pubic hair like a thick club. It took my breath away again. It was the most beautiful cock I could imagine, this sleeping dragon I could hardly wait to awaken. "I been thinking all day about you too, Pete." As he loosened his tie he held his shaft and swiped the ripening glans over my lips. My whole body tingled like I was being awakened from a dream into a brilliant new world. He moaned. "I was wondering what you'd look like with your mouth full of cum, dripping off your chin, out of your mouth. Want to suck your dad off?" I nodded yes and grinned. "Want to try to get it all down your throat?" I nodded again. "Then breathe hard. And when you gag, just let the reflex go through you, like a sneeze, and try to relax. It's not hard enough yet to hurt you, but if you want, just push me away. OK?" I nodded and sucked him into my mouth. He let me worship at the fountain of pleasure for just a little while and then said, "OK. Here we go then, angel. Take a deep breath." When I did dad grabbed my head and pushed himself gently down my throat. The slow slide seemed endless, and I gagged just like he said I would. He let go of me. I didn't know what to do for a second, but after realizing I wasn't going to die or anything I held him tight around the ass and pulled him closer to me. I rubbed his pubic hair with my nose triumphantly, and felt like I'd just jumped off the roof and could fly magically to the ground. Dad didn't waste the moment. He pumped my softening throat until I need to come up for air. I came off him slobbering, with tears in my eyes and a huge grin on my face. He pulled me right up and kissed me. "Baby? You OK?" "I did it Daddy." I hugged him. "I did it. Let's do it again." "You'd better hurry then, because once I get hard I don't think it'll do down that sweet little throat of yours." He kissed me again and pushed me to my knees. He was bigger now but still soft enough. I wondered if I could. "I might need some help. Pull me on." "No, angel. If you want it, you got to take it. Just open your throat and inhale. Take it like you need it." He couldn't have said anything more appropriate. I did need it. I needed him so bad I gulped it right down. Thrilled out of my mind it took a few seconds before I even gagged. When that passed I slid on and off the swelling meat pole, dad pumping me long and slow, until I couldn't take it any longer. He was growing stiffer and stiffer, and soon his ten inches would be in my stomach I thought. But I'd taken most of it. He held my throat and slid slowly out. I just knelt there panting. He knelt in front of me and held me. "Baby. Don't hurt yourself. This takes time, angel." His tongue explored my mouth as his hand milked my cock. "Shit. Stand up, Petey." When I did he sucked me right down and fingered my ass. I spread my legs for him. He spat into his hand and stuck two fingers in me. I groaned and held his head. "That's right, angel." He encouraged. "Fuck my mouth. Fuck your daddy's face real good." Dad could take me easily so I fucked him good and hard until I got close. He pushed me off and stood up laughing. "No." He said. "Me first." He pulled my desk chair to the full length mirror on the inside of the closet door. I sat down and watched him swipe his wet glans over my lips. "Open up." I did and in his prick went, swelling my cheek, in and out, resting on my lips, my tongue swirling around the lovely ridge of the helmet head. I worshipped his prick's head until I had to have more. I held his ass cheeks and pulled him to me until I gagged. "Put some spit on my ass and get some fingers in there baby. After working four fingers in and stretching his soft hole like a rubber band he pulled his cock out of my drooling mouth, squatted between my legs and worked on my dick like a hungry animal, deep throating six inches like it was nothing. I spread my legs and he new what I wanted. He drooled onto his fingers and stuck two into my ass again. I held his head and pushed him down over me. He came up for air just long enough to say, "That's right, baby. Fuck your daddy's face. Fuck it good." I obliged him and stood up so I could really work his mouth. The harder and deeper I pounded the more he grabbed and grunted, and poked at my ass. Then he stood up. "Come on, baby. It's your turn." I sat down and let him play with me. He was soft and gentle, never pushing too hard, gagging me only gently, milking his shaft so I could savor his goo. I hung one hand on his balls, the other worked his ass. His ass lips were soft and ripe and seemed to pull me in. "Get three fingers in, Petey." I did. "Now four. Now make a spear head with your hand." I did, and he held my arm and pushed harder until my hand slipped in. "Make a fist." I did and felt his ass ring pulse around my wrist. "Shit, Petey." He squirmed on my arm as he milked his prick over my lips. "Look." He turned us so I could see my wrist disappear into his butt. "Pump me a little, angel." I moved my arm in and out. "A little more, Petey. Yeah. Oh, yeah. And some more." He squirmed on me real good now, jacking his cock in my mouth. Then he turned so I could see his cock. "Here we go, baby. Open you mouth real wide. Stick out your tongue." His stomach muscles rippled as he pushed back onto my arm. When he let me jerk him for a few minutes I worked him front and back. He gyrated his hips and rode me good before taking charge again. I felt a moment of such power and glory, like I was the best thing that'd ever happened to him. It was the best ever for me. "Shit, Pete. I'm going to cum." He held his prick just at my lips. "Watch!" I felt the first shots hit the back of my throat, then he covered my tongue with white male cream. He aimed his cock and splattered my face. I had to close my eyes but I felt it drip from my nose, cheeks forehead. The last few shots went back into my mouth. "Don't swallow." When he'd stopped shooting he wiped my eyes. "Look." I opened my eyes and saw daddy's cream dripping down my face. He caught it as it fell off my chin and cheek and licked his hand. Then with his cock he swiped his cream off my chin into my mouth, then off my cheeks, nose and forehead. When he was done he pulled my hand slowly out of his ass, stood me up and wiped me clean, then licked my face, even sucking the goo out of my hair. And then we kissed, his tongue everywhere inside my mouth as he jerked my dripping cock. Then he laid me on the bed, rolled my legs up into the air and tongued my asshole until I opened my butt flower to him. His tongue went deep inside. I squirmed on him. "Daddy, can you fuck me?" "Not now, Sweet Pete. Just enjoy this." I gave in to his tongue. He licked around my balls. "Look at you, baby." He whispered. "Such a pretty boy. Such a pretty pink hole and beautiful full balls. And this..." He sucked my cock again as fingers swirled around my hole, poking me gently, teasing my ass open. My balls went into his warm mouth again. "Ahh, these need to be emptied. Huh, baby?" I pushed his mouth over my cock head. He lay his head on my belly and let me gently fuck him. I scooted around so I could hold his flaccid cock, weigh his heavy balls. When I got to his ass he moaned and lifted his leg. I slipped two fingers in and he panted. "Oh, Petey. I can't stand it any longer. I been dreaming of this for a long time." He knelt over me and slid his ass right down over my cock. My eyes must have bulged out because he laughed, "This your first time?" I nodded. "Well, not mine." Then he lowered himself onto me and rocked his ass. "Pete." He whispered into my ear like it was a secret. "Sweet Pete. I love you, baby. I want you to be happy. Are you?" "Daddy. You feel so good." I hugged him and pumped him. "I didn't know anything could ever feel so good." He lifted himself up just a little so I could get some real good stroked into him, then he sat back and pulled me up. His cock was so big I could curl down and take a few inches into my mouth. "You're more flexible than Charlie, Petey. He can get the head in and not much more." I knew I could do myself so got in the right position and swallowed dad down until I gagged. "Wow, baby." He squirmed on my dick. "Do it again." This time when I had him at the back of my throat he pulled me closer. His cock head slipped down, and once the gagging went away he pulled more and arched up to me. "Does Charlie fuck you, daddy?" He nodded yes as he rocked on my cock. "All the time? Sometimes I fuck him, but I love him in me so much..." He kissed me tenderly. "And you too now." He ground his butt over me. "Oh, baby. My angel. Let's go riding. Give daddy a good gallop." He rolled us over so he was on is back with his legs swaying in the air. It didn't take me long. Dad lasted a half hour pounding me, but I was so thrilled I went straight to the end without anything fancy in between. Kissing him and pounding him as hard as I could, I came in no time, dumping a nice big load. I could actually feel it squirting into him. My eyes closed, and I felt him massage my cock with his anus muscle, stroke my hair, slowly calming down again. When I looked again he smiled. "Be good to Uncle B this weekend, OK?" I nodded. "And I'll bring Charlie home next weekend just for you. I think you're ready to join the men's club." He kissed me. "Would you like that?" I grinned so wide. "More than anything, dad." He clutched my cock with his ass, then reached around. "My god. You're still hard as a rock, Pete." "It's never going to go down in there, Dad." I grinned. He got on top of me and rocked gently, kissing the side of my neck. Then he sighed and rose up, sliding me out of him. "You're the best dad in the whole world, Dad." He kissed me on the lips, pushing his tongue into me, then went in to shower. When he came back to bed we lay in each other's arms daydreaming. I was snuggled up with my head on his chest, his arm around me. With closed eyes I whispered, "Dad, I thought I loved you more than anything in the world --" He bristled until I continued, "I thought I couldn't love you any more than I did. But now I love you more than ever. I love your cock so much. You're so beautiful. When you fucked me last night, and now me fucking you, I don't know. I feel jealous. I want you so much it hurts." "Baby. You're my son. I'll do whatever you want to make you happy. You know that. That's why Charlie doesn't live with us. We both thought you needed just one dad." Then he laughed. "And then too, he thought he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you. Charlie likes nice white ass. He asks about you all the time. And he's got the dick of death. It's bigger that mine." I jerked up onto my elbow. "Really?" Dad laughed. "Calm down. I dare say you'll get it as soon as you want it." "Can I? Can I dad? You wouldn't mind?" "Charlie and I are in love, Pete. I love you more than anything in the world, but I'm in love with Charlie. He and I both know we love each other, and I share. I have to share him with others, and I don't mind because we know we're in love. You'll understand when you fall in love." "I love you, daddy." "It's not the same as being in love. You'll see one day."