Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2011 15:57:53 +0200 From: Internet Subject: Uncle Bulge Part 6 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. Please leave comments at succumballs@hotmail.com Uncle Bulge Part 6 On the drive back to our house I told Eric I was staying next door at Uncle Bulge and Briney's house because dad was at Charlie's for the weekend. "How'd he get a name like that?" Eric laughed. I laughed too. "His balls are about as big as lemons, and his cock is really thick so he shows a pretty big basket in his jeans, and when he was in the army his buddies gave him the name, and it stuck." "Is he bigger than you?" Eric got excited. "He's thicker than me but not as long, about eight inches. He's the thickest of the whole family." "Am I the smallest?" Eric frowned as he drove, worried he might not stand up to the Bulge family. "No. You're bigger than Briney. And you're the most beautiful of everyone." "Except you, Petey." Eric's glance made me want him so much; he was just someone so special. Then he licked his lips. "I think everything about you is wonderful, Eric." When Eric grinned at the road I looked down at his crotch. His cock was stirring. I rubbed it through his pants. He groaned so I popped the buttons on his jeans. I made him leave his underwear at home so it was easy to get his half hard cock out where I could see it. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen and I couldn't resist it. I bent over the gear shift consol and sucked it. He started rubbing my ass, then said, "Take your pants off, Petey." I giggled, sat up and looked around. "Please?" There wasn't much traffic. "Are you sure?" He cocked an eyebrow so I slipped my shoes and pants off and went back to sucking the high school junior varsity quarterback's fantastic cock. Eric rubbed my ass until I spat into my hand and slathered up my hole. Then he began fingering me real good. I was kind of on all fours now and my cock was dripping enough for him to use my pre cum as more lube. With two fingers in my ass he said, "Shit, Petey. I'm going to come." And then I felt it. A blast of silky smooth cream filled my mouth, and another and another until Eric's big, athletetic balls were drained clean. I was still milking his cock when he turned into our driveway. "Maybe you better stop now, Petey." He was worried someone in the house might see us. "It's OK." I said. "No one'll mind. It's only Uncle Bulge and Briney's home." When he parked under the trees by the house he said, "Well in that case..." He pushed me back in my seat and sucked me. I stroked his still hard cock as he worked his tongue over my cock head. "Eric?" I asked. He mumbled through his cocksucking. I want you up my ass again when I come. OK?" "Should we go in then?" "No. Right here, on the hood of the car. Come on." I got out with just my tee shirt on and leaned against the front of the Mustang. He grinned, pushed me back and raised my legs. His cock stuck out hard and straight, and I was loose and wet still from all his fingering so he slid right on like a greased sausage. When I squealed he leaned down and kissed me. "Petey, you are the hottest little fucker I ever met, ever thought of. I'm so glad I met you. Shit." "Fuck me, Eric. And jack me off when you do it. OK?" "Oh, no." He said taking command. And he leaned down and sucked in the tip of my cock. He was pretty supple and could suck on couple of inches as he fucked me, and I was so hot I started sreaming and streaming in less than a minute. "Shit, I almost forgot." He said and held my cock straight up. I shot off about three feet the first two times, the next few shots went up about two feet before he covered me with his mouth and gulped down the rest. After I fed him a half dozen more shots he milked me softly, loving every lick, then licked my chest and belly clean and stood up, slipped his still hard cock out of my ass and said, "My little geyser," and smiled. I loved him saying `My', and he must have known it because he said, "Petey, can we sort of, you know, be friends? I mean, shit, we go to different schools and all, but we could still be best friends couldn't we?" I pulled him down on top on me and kissed him again, but this time real slow. "You can see me as much as you want, Eric. Every day if you want, and you can fuck me like that any time, and anywhere you want." He squeezed me so tight I wasn't aware he started crying. When I felt tears on my neck I asked what was wrong. "My dad is so rough with me. He hurts me, rides my ass so hard. I like it with you so much, Petey." "Come on." I said. "Uncle B and Briney will want to meet you." He started buttoning his jeans. "Don't do that. You look so sexy with your pants open." As I opened the front door I asked, "Anybody home?" "Out on the back porch." Uncle Bulge's voice panted. Eric and I went through the back door and saw Briney and Uncle B on the porch swing. Bulge sat sprawled back, his hands behind his head, his legs spread wide. His eyes were closed, and with a soft smile on his face his feet rocked the swing slowly. Briney squatted over him, lazily bobbing his ass up and down on his father's massive shaft. He was so loose that everytime he rose up his inner ass rim was dragged out, pink and ripe only to slip back in as he descended again onto Bulge's love stump. Bulge sat relaxed, letting Briney do all the work, his balls rested like two Christmas ornaments on the swing seat. "See, Eric. How big they are." I picked up B's balls to show my new boyfriend the family phenomenon. B opened his eyes. "You brought him home." He opened his eyes and smiled at us. "And what a looker, Petey. I should have known you'd pick out the best." Eric smiled with pride as Bulge continued, "Looks like those pants don't really need to be on, do they?" Eric bent over and stripped off his shoes and pants. "Take your shirt off too, Eric. Please?" I asked. "He's so pretty, Uncle B. Look." Eric stripped. His chest and stomach were muscled and lean. A tiny strip of hair trailed up from his cock to his belly button, otherwise his skin was hairless and tanned, without a blemish on it. Both Briney and Bulge stared, and Eric's bright blue eyes lit up with happiness. "Nice big jaw too." Bulge grinned. "I bet you can get one of my balls into your mouth. Eric the square-jawed beauty. Shit, Petey." Bulge grinned. "What a man you brought home." Again Eric glowed with pride at being called a man. "No one else can." I said and knelt between B's legs. Eric got right down next to me. Bulge's balls rested on the cotton pillow of the swing's seat in a pool of shaved scrotum. If he'd stood up they'd have hung down four or five inches in the hot afternoon. I slurped some scrotum into my mouth and tried but couldn't get one in. "Let me try." Eric said and took a mouthful of ball sack into his mouth. He sucked hard and stopped, afraid of hurting Bulge. "You can pull harder than that, Eric." Bulge said and took some scrotum in his hand. With a push he slipped a testicle into Eric's mouth. Eric's eyes widened in a huge startle. "You OK, man?" Bulge said. "Spit it out if you don't like it." Eric nodded that he was fine and wiggled his head from side to side, enjoying the feel of a mouth full of cum-filled meat. "Pull on it, man." Eric did as he was asked. "Harder. Pull us on the swing with my ball sack." I slid back on my knees and watched Eric kneel sideways and pull on Bulge's balls hard enough to get the swing moving at a good roll. Then he slowed it down and rested his head sideways between Bulge's legs, reluctant to give up the mouth full of testicle. "Take the other one now. Get it nice and warm too." Eric slipped the right ball out and immediately slurped in the other. "Ohm yeah." B groaned. "You are a godsend, boy. Bring him around as often as you like, Pete. I love this man's mouth." I was so happy Bulge liked him I pushed in and licked at the shaft that pumped in and out of Briney, every once in a while licking Eric's lips and the sack that protruded from his mouth. When he tried to grin at me I laughed, and he spat out Bulge's humongous testicle. "Can I see you cock, Sir?" Eric said "What's this `sir' stuff? You can do anything you want as long as you call me Bulge, or B, or Uncle Bulge. OK?" "OK, Uncle Bulge." Eric's smile was soft and childlike. B lifted Briney ass off his engorged cock, and Eric gasped, "Wow, that's amazing. Can I suck it, Uncle B?" "Isn't he sweet?" Bulge said to me. Then he pushed his mighty fat cock toward Eric's lips. "Whatever you want. Eric's the man. Guests get to do what they like in this house." Eric gagged himself a few times on B's cock, slobbering over it and just loving it, and then I got down with him and we ran our tongues up the side and down together until Eric stopped and rested his head on Bulge's thigh. In a second he was sobbing. Bulge pulled him right up to his face. "What's wrong, boy?" When Eric said nothing Bulge stood up, pulled Eric to his breast and hugged him. "My dad." Eric cried. "He's so mean, he hurts me." "You two stay up here and amuse yourselves." Bulge said to me and Briney as he took Eric by the arm. With his arm over Eric's shoulder Uncle Bulge walked him down to the pool where they talked alone for a good half hour. Finally Eric was sitting in B's lap like a baby being cuddled and pampered. I could see even from the porch that B was fingering Eric's ass, and Eric had a raging hard on. I went down and sat next to them. "Is everything OK?" I asked Bulge. "Fine, Petey. We got to get Eric's father over here for a few lessons in manners. He's been abusing his son for quite a while." "Doing what?" Bulge shook his head. "Maybe Eric will tell you. It's not up to me to. What this young man needs is a lot of tender loving care." I knelt on the grass next to them and sucked Eric's hard on into my mouth. "Like this?" I asked. Eric rollod off Bulge and onto the grass with me. "No." He said. "Like this." He sucked my soft cock, but it didn't get hard. "What's wrong, Petey?" "Nothing. Is everything OK?" "Can we go to your room?" "I'm sharing with Briney, but he'll leave us alone if we want." In Briney's room Eric told me how his dad sucked him, sometimes not letting him come. If he did he got whipped with a belt, then fucked raw and hard. That had been going on for years, since before puberty. I didn't know what to say so Eric laid me back on the bed and hugged me. "I'll never hurt you, Eric." I finally whispered. "No one here will. I promise." "I want you to fuck me, Petey. OK?" "I'm too big. I don't want to hurt you. What about Briney. He's as big as you and pretty too. We could start --." "Please. Let's try again." We sucked each other until we were hot and dripping, then I dug into Eric's ass with my tongue. He curled me around to reach my ass, but I said, "No. Just lie there." And I rolled him onto his back and hoisted his ass into the air where I licked and kissed and dug my tongue in. "Shit, Petey. No one's ever done that. You really like it, don't you?" "Yeah." I grinned. "Don't you?" Eric just lolled his head from side to side and groaned. "Come on." I coaxed him. "Open that pretty butt flower for me. Push over my tongue." When he did I slipped my two middle fingers into him and gently pulled them apart as my tongue went deeper. He groaned again and pushed against me. When my fingers felt hard fecal matter I said, "Come on. We need to clean you out." He didn't know what I meant. "Come on. Follow me." In Uncle B's bathroom I hooked the butt nozzle to the bidet and hosed him out. After four loads Eric was clean as a whistle and still hard as a rock. He had obviously liked having his butt worked on; just what I'd hoped for. Back in Briney's bedroom when I ate him out again he begged, "Come on, Petey. Please." I rolled onto my back and said, "There's lube in the top drawer over there." Then I watched the big muscled football player put some jelly in his ass. Then he lubed up my cock like he was in a trance, examining every part of the glans, stroking it, panting, drooling and licking it. And then he straddled me. On his knees he lowered his ass to meet my wet prick. After rubbing the head over his ripe hole he popped it in and gasped. I thought he would take it out at once but he stayed motionless, panting. "Does it burn? Take it out." "No. It's OK. Just let's wait." In a minute he was rocking his ass back and forth and moaning. Pain and pleasure showed in his face, just like when I was working Bunge's dick into my tight hole. "Come here." I pulled him to me. We kissed and kissed as Eric worked me into him until I said, "Eric, I'm going to come. Shit." I yelled and began shaking, not wanting to pump into him. He rocked on me until I felt his anus muscle contract over me, and in waves we squirted, his load onto my chest, mine deep up his warm ass. Then he fell on me panting, moving his ass from side to side, pushing over me. His tongue went deep down my throat as my cock slid ever so slowly into him. Three-quarters in we just rested, enjoying each other's tongues until I asked, "How often does your dad fuck you?" "On the weekends. Sunday usually when mom's out. And Wednesday when she's at her book group." "So if you spent the night, he'd come and get you tomorrow. Right?" "I guess. I could tell him my car won't start." "And I'll ask B to call dad and see of he can come home tonight." When I told Uncle Bulge I wanted Eric to spent the night, Bulge said Briney would sleep with him and Eric and I could have Briney big bed alone. Then he called dad. When dad heard about Eric he said he and Chalie would come right home. "That's great, Eric!" I said. "You can meet dad tonight, and I never met Charlie. Dad says he wonderful. This'll be the best Saturday night ever!"