Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2002 17:42:27 +0800 From: Colin Cleary Subject: THE JASON CARTER STORY - 7 The stories included in this anthology are fiction, you might even say fantasy, and have been written to amuse, intrigue, entertain, divert and delight. They contain scenes of graphic inter-generational sex; if these are not to your taste, or if they are outlawed in your city, state, providence, or country, read no further, but simply go elsewhere for your entertainment. All characters who appear in the stories are fictional, and any similarities between them and the genuine living or dead are coincidental and unintentional. The only exception is Aaron Carter about whose sexuality the stories make no reference whatsoever; he does seem a nice kid and I appreciate his bubblegum rap, but that's it. Above all, if you have not yet reached the age of consent, read no further; it is not the intention of the site nor the writer to fill your head with dreams and desires which as yet may be only vague and inchoate. There's lots of fun to be had on the Net; go and find what is appropriate for you. To everyone else who takes some pleasure from this tale, may you and yours live long and prosper. 7 - ONE MAN'S MEAT By the time I was fifteen I suppose I was giving of enough sex pheromes to attract a legion of guys who loved, or at least lusted after other guys. But I didn't expect them to include my own Uncle Tom. The autumn of by fifteenth birthday saw a family crisis, and I was shipped off to Uncle Tom's in San Fransisco, USA, for six weeks. What a trip it turned out to be! Jason tried hard, he tried desperately hard, but he just couldn't keep the images out of his mind. It was his uncle, his own uncle. Yes, his uncle was young (22), yes, his uncle was good-looking, very good-looking, but that didn't mean you could have those kinds of thoughts about him. "If only I hadn't seen those porno pictures," thought Jason to himself. "If only I hadn't come home early and seen my uncle sun-bathing in the nude. If only uncle hadn't been snoozing with an erection as thick as my wrist." For the first time Jason had looked at Tom as a desirable guy and not just as his uncle. He was desperately embarrassed at his feelings, and tore his eyes away from the tempting display of nude, tanned flesh. Unbidden, he thought of the pictures hidden in the bottom of his holdall. A guy at the airport had given them to him, and he hadn't dared to examine them closely in the busy toilets. He felt a sudden urge to run get them and take them to his bedroom to study them in private. The man at the airport had offered Jason the mags, pressed up against him, and run his fingers over Jason's hard-on as he whispered in his ear: "Go on. Take them. Let's slip into the john and look at them together." Was the man teasing him or was he serious? Jason'd been too scared to find out. He knew what happened to good-looking boys in the toilets; he's had a few of them himself. "Well, Jason? That okay? I've got a date later on, but we can go to the pizza place or something first." Tom looked at his nephew anxiously. Now he was looking odd. Maybe the sun was getting him, too. All the worried uncle now, Tom put out one hand and stroked his nephew's forehead. Jason jumped as if he'd been shot. "Yeh, that'll be great, uncle. I'll - I'll just run my bag upstairs." He pulled away. "Why don't you lie down and rest for a while? You look a little pale. I know that long flight is murder!" Tom smiled at his nephew. "I am glad you're home now. You just startled me earlier. I wasn't expecting anyone." "The door was open, so I just came on in," Jason answered. "I think I'll go lie down ..." He looked at his uncle, trying to appear sick. If he'll leave me alone for an hour or so, I can look at my pictures, he thought feverishly. The desire to gaze at the forbidden pictures had now reached an obsession. He licked his lips slightly and glanced at his uncle again, wondering if he suspected anything. No, he wasn't even looking at him. "See ya in a while, uncle," he said, turning and running upstairs. Jason sprawled on the bed. He closed his door and felt safe. His uncle never came in when the door was closed. Uncle Tom was a great believer in privacy. He spread the pictures in front of him and began to look at each one carefully. He pulled his pants off in preparation for his jack-off session. He figured if he came really good, it would wipe out the thoughts he'd had looking at his uncle. Jason knew how awful it was to have thoughts like that about your uncle - it was a major sin. Not only that, if anyone found out they'd probably put him in a home or something. Someplace for perverted, evil boys. He shivered and resolved never to look at his uncle like that again. He concentrated on the pictures. There were seven of them. The first was of a good-looking blond. He was naked except for a a thin leather thong in his crack, and he was staring at the camera with a lascivious expression on his face, his tongue protruding from his full lips. Jason drew a deep breath, wondering how it would feel to kiss those full wet lips. As his eyes slowly took in the rest of the picture, his breathing quickened and his hand dropped to his cock, which was hardening against his leg. He grasped it between thumb and forefinger and began slowly stroking it. He looked at the man's cock and balls for a long time, his breath coming in ragged puffs as he ran his finger over the picture, imagining how that thick cock would feel in his hand. "Oh, baby," he breathed. "What a set!" He breathed harder, picturing his lips fastened on the erect nipples. Reluctantly, he slid his eyes farther down. The man's legs were widespread. He was holding his asshole open with one hand, showing the inside. Jason could just make out the ridges and convolutions of his puckered hole. He peered closer. It looked wet. It almost glistened in the picture, seeming to beckon him nearer. He stroked it with a trembling finger, fantasizing he was running his digit over a real, wet asshole. He had touched an asshole that week - the gardener's nephew at school let the boys at school feel his for a dollar. But he was a bit simple, so that didn't really count. Jason's hand moved faster on his cock as he imagined what he would do. He put the picture aside and went on to the next. In this picture a young red-headed man was sucking a guy off. The interesting thing was - his mouth was completely full - his lips distended around this enormous dick he was trying to swallow whole. Jason looked at the man's genitals appreciatively and wondered if his would ever be that size and if he'd find a guy who'd like to suck his huge cock off. The guy's cock was huge. It sprang from a nest of dense black curls, pointing straight up, obviously fully aroused. The head and about half the shaft were buried in the red head's sucking mouth. His cheeks puffed out and around it, trying to accommodate the rod. One of the guy's hands was caught in the guy's hair, holding his head steady, the other was squeezing one of his buttocks. He shivered, wondering how it would feel to have a man sucking on his dick and fingering his shithole at the same time. His hand stroked up and down his cock in short quick strokes, then slowed. He could feel his cum building up, and he wanted to look at the rest of the pictures before he came. He flipped to the next one, his hand keeping a steady rhythm on his cock. "Holy shit!" he breathed. This was the best one yet. In this picture a a young boy was lying spread-eagled on the bed, his widespread thighs facing the camera. Above him, his dick still spurting, a man knelt. He had just fucked him, for gobs of semen clung to the open rectum and dripped from the head of the softening prick. The photographer had caught the moment perfectly. The guy's face was glazed with lust, his nipples still turgid with passion. His open asshole seemed to quiver with its load of fresh sperm. His little hairs were coated with the sticky stuff - it was running down his legs and over his stomach. "Wow - he must've really shot a load," Jason breathed. He wished it were his sperm dripping down the boy's outspread legs. His hand was moving furiously now. He wanted to cum - to pretend he was spurting all over the kid in the picture. "God ... fuck me, baby," he said hoarsely, squeezing at his prick as he thought an asshole would. "I'm gonna shoot all over your guts!" "Wow ... shake it, baby," he murmured to the man, imagining his cock buried in the convulsing asshole. "Give me a ride!" He thrust wildly into his hand. He could feel his balls tightening and lifting, and knew he couldn't hold off any longer. The other pictures would have to wait. He jacked off furiously, his eyes glued to the lustful twosome, his mind whirling with the stimulus he'd received. "Oh, fuck, fuck me, I'm cumming ... fuck it baby ... I'm gonna shoot! I'm cummingggg!!" His young cock began spurting wildly, gobs of thick creamy cum jerking from the head in an endless stream, gushing through his hand, landing on the pictures, on his stomach, on the bedspread. Jason couldn't remember ever cumming so much - it seemed like it would never end. Unbidden, a picture of his naked uncle flashed into his mind and he convulsed again, his tortured balls giving up the last burst of sperm. "Oh, oh, god!" he mumbled, turning over, rolling toward the edge of the bed. And then he saw him. Uncle Tom! Standing in the doorway. Eyes fixed on his spurting cock! "Uncle Tom!" he gasped in horror. Of all the things he'd imagined, he'd never thought of his uncle catching him jacking off. "Oh no!" He stared at him in abject amazement. He couldn't think what to do next. It was perfectly obvious what he'd been doing - there was no way to hide his cum-smeared young hard-on and the assortment of pictures. Jason wondered how long Tom had been standing there. Had he actually seen him cum? Through the embarrassment and fear that filled him, he was aware of a twinge of lust at the thought of his handsome uncle watching him jack off. "It's okay, Jason, ... nothing to be ashamed of," Tom said. "I'm sorry - I knocked. I thought you said come in. It's perfectly normal. I just didn't realize you were growing up so fast." Tom smiled at his nephew, keeping his own emotions well hidden. For what he felt was not 'unclish' at all - he was suffused with sudden lust! He had knocked at the boy's door - true -but he'd heard the boy's voice crying out lewd words, accompanied by grunts and moans. He hadn't been able to resist opening the door quietly, driven by curiosity and something else he couldn't name. And he'd seen his nephew, his hand wrapped around his prick, jerking off as he writhed on the bed, eyes fixed on a picture he held in his other hand. Once again he'd been remained how good-looking the boy was, the flush across his tanned ivory skin adding to what could only be described as 'beautiful'. "What I'm feeling is perverted - wrong -immoral," he thought to himself. "No uncle should think this way about his nephew. It's impossible ... I must be insane!" He drew his robe closely around him, as if he could shut away his depraved desires, but he couldn't shut out the image of the cum-spurting child so easily. "Don't worry about it, Jason. I won't come in your room and disturb you again. Please, don't worry. We'll forget about the whole episode. I'm going to get dressed for supper now. Pizza okay? Remember, nuthin' beats a pizza." He smiled brightly at his nephew and backed out of the room, closing the door gently behind him, thinking "Yeh, nuthin' beats a pizza except maybe making love to you, Jason boy." Jason sat on the edge of the bed, his thoughts in turmoil. He hadn't believed it when his uncle had walked in on him. He still didn't in fact. But he'd been real nice about it. He hadn't seemed too shocked or anything. Jason blushed again. He didn't see how he could look him in the face again after what he'd seen! And if he knew he'd been thinking about his when he came ... Jason winced. Still, Uncle Tom hadn't seemed horrified. In fact his expression had reminded him of someone. He thought a minute, then his eyes lit on the first picture, the one with the big blond, his face glazed with lust. He stared at the picture wondering how it could remind him of his uncle as he had stood in the doorway, then shrugged. He'd do what Tom'd suggested - forget the whole thing, pretend it had never happened. But maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to get one of his buddies to spend break with him. And he had someone special in mind. Jason clattered down the stairs, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. "Okay, uncle, ready to go!" he sang out. "Hey, uncle, would it be all right if I called up Declan Robson and asked him to spend break with us? He doesn't have anywhere to go. He's still at boarding school. His parents are in Europe. I told him I'd ask you and he could fly out this weekend if it was okay with you." "Sure thing," Tom answered, aware of a pang of unexpected disappointment at not having his nephew to himself. "Call him right away ... tell him I'd be glad to have him visit!" He smiled at Jason lovingly, wishing he could see him without visualizing his young cock spurting his hot, tasty-looking cream. "Oh, it's not that, uncle! You're sure not old. I mean, it's just I promised Declan ... that is, he's all alone, well, with his grandparents, but that's the same thing." Jason floundered in explanation, hoping he hadn't hurt his uncle by suggesting he didn't want to be around him. "I understand, Jason. Why don't you call him now, and then we'll go out for supper. I've a meeting with Mr. Hopkins tonight. Will you be all right by yourself? I didn't know you were coming home. I can break the date if you'd rather have me stay." "Oh no. I mean ... I'll be fine. Got some reading to do." They both blushed at the implications of the last remark. "I guess so. You're a big boy now, after all," Tom looked at his nephew; they both flushed and looked away as they remembered what a big boy he was. If Jason had a lot of his mother's looks, he definitely had his dad's big dick. No, not a boy. He's an adolescent now. Why did this thought hurt? His own age? Life slipping away from him. Was this why he peddled that damned bicycle mile after tortuous mile? To somehow, some way, hold on to his youth? Jason felt better now. He'd gone to bed early the night before, and hadn't even heard his uncle return from his date. Declan would be here in a couple of days. He fixed himself a bowl of cereal and consumed it methodically. His uncle was still asleep upstairs, and he'd no wish to see him yet anyway. He figured he'd take a swim after breakfast. Tom strolled into the kitchen. "Hi, Jason," he smiled. "Want anything else to eat?" "No, that's okay." "I'm gonna take a swim. See ya!" The boy jumped up from the table and rushed from the room, leaving his cereal unfinished. Tom stared after him. The sight of his nephew hadn't aroused him too much. Relieved, he pushed his hair back and fixed himself a cup of coffee. He drank his coffee slowly, thinking, "I don't know what came over me yesterday, but it'll never happen again. I think I'll even take a swim with Jason, to show it was all nonsense! I must have imagined all those things. I couldn't seriously want to molest own my nephew!" He laughed at his fantasies, secure now that he would soon have a way out of his difficulties. Jason bounded down the stairs dressed in his bathing trunks. He could see his uncle in the kitchen, drinking his coffee. He breathed a sigh of relief as Tom rinsed out his cup and disappeared upstairs. Just seeing his uncle gave him that beginnings of a serious hard-on. The boy swam vigorously, determined to live up to the image he imagined his uncle had of him. As he began his fifth lap, he looked up and saw his uncle approaching the pool. He had on a white bathing suit, different from yesterday's, but no less revealing, the outline of his cock pressing semi-tumescent against the thin shiny fabric. "Oh, wow!" Jason thought wildly, staring. He looked a hundred times better than any of the guys in the pictures. And he was here. Right in front of him. He took a deep breath and dove under water, trying to ignore the involuntary hardening of his prick. He swam under the water with bursting ears and tight loins, wondering miserably how the hell he was going to get out of the pool with a hard-on. Finally he surfaced and regarded Tom warily from the far side of the pool. "Don't mind me joining you?" Tom called cheerfully. "Oh no, uncle, fine," Jason replied treading water trying to keep the lower part of his body turned away from him. It was under water, but the pool was crystal clear, and his pulsing erection could plainly be seen. Tom dove cleanly into the water and surfaced shaking his head like a puppy. "Whew! Feels good!" he cried, swimming over to his nephew. He turned his back to Tom and inched away from him, trying not to be too obvious. The cool water was having absolutely no effect on his erection. It throbbed unceasingly between his legs, growing bigger by the minute. "Wanna race?" he croaked. "Sure! Five laps?" said Tom. The water was soothing his jangled nerves. He looked fondly at his nephew, wondering how he'd ever entertained such lustful thoughts about him. "He's just a little boy," he reassured himself. "Let's go!" He struck off, turning his head briefly to ensure Jason was racing with him, then settled down to swimming in earnest. As he finished the last lap, he pulled himself onto the side of the pool. His exhilaration faded as he watched his nephew swimming slowly toward his. His face was contorted in a grimace as he swam jerkily. He stood up, worried. Jason was an excellent swimmer and should have beat him hands down. "Are you all right, Jason?" he called. "Maybe it's cramp!" he thought, diving back into the pool and swimming to his nephew. "I'm okay, uncle, I'm fine," Jason gasped. Tom put his arm around him as he paddled slowly to the shallow end. "For Pete's sake!" he cried, throwing off his arm. "I'm okay." Tom stared at his nephew, puzzled. His glance went over him and rested on his groin, as if drawn by a magnet. The bulge of the boy's pulsing erection pushing out the thin material of his trunks. "Oh, Jason," he whispered. His mind wavered. He reached out a hand and gently touched bulge at the boy's crotch, his fingers stroking. His hand had a will of its own. He watched dazed, as he squeezed his nephew's cock. The scene blurred before his eyes as an electric thrill ran through him. He caressed Jason's rock-hard erection, staring at him, his eyes glazed, his mouth open. An itch in his asshole spread through his body, making his legs weak and shaky. "Uncle!" Jason cried in anguish. He didn't know what was happening. One minute he'd been swimming painfully, impeded by his arousal, the next his uncle was stroking him, staring at him with a dreamy expression in his eyes. At his voice, Tom shook himself, emerging from a dream of lust to reality. His hand dropped, he floundered backwards in the water as he plunged to the side. His only thought was to get out of here - away from the scene of his betrayal. God, what am I doing? Evil - wicked - oh my Lord! INCEST! he thought, horrified. He left his nephew without a word, stumbling from the pool, racing upstairs. Jason just stood there. "Uncle Tom, come back," he called forlornly. Somehow he had to comfort him - to let him know it was all right. He'd never seen such a look of terror on anyone's face before. He jumped out of the pool and ran after Tom - too late. He heard the car roar off outside and slumped against the front door, oblivious of his wetness. His prick still throbbed. It wanted back the hand that had stroked it so lovingly. He shook his head and went back inside. He wanted desperately to be a child again. He didn't know what he was going to say to his uncle, or do about this situation, but he did know he'd grown a lot older in the last half hour. Grown hard from the touch of his uncle's hand! For the next couple of days man and boy kept themselves so busy, they hardly spent time alone together. "Hi. It's Declan Robson, isn't it?" Tom said, guessing the handsome kid in the hall must be Jason's friend from England. He was an exceptionally good-looking boy, well-built, with green eyes Tom had only seen on a cat before. "Where's Jason?" he asked as casually as he could. "Uh, he went to the store, Mr. Jensen," the boy replied. "I'm expecting a call from London, so I stayed here. Jason said to tell you he'd be back in an hour or so." "Well, that's fine, Declan. Just make yourself at home. I'm going to freshen up a bit." "Sure, nice to meetcha," the boy said hurriedly. They were face to face at the bottom of the stairs and he turned sideways to let Tom go by, flattening against the wall. "Ah, I'll just go outside and take a swim if it's all right," Declan said, not looking at Tom as he sidled by. Tom stood stock still, not believing the flash of lust that swept his body at the involuntary contact. "My God," he thought, "you're nothing but a perverted .... This boy is younger than Jason! And you promised not to have anything to do with him!" He took a deep breath and walked upstairs, not looking back. If he had, he would have seen his nephew's friend still standing at the foot of the stairs, his eyes glued to the sway of his buttocks. "Holy cow! Declan thought. Jason didn't tell me his uncle looked like that! He's the spitting image of Brad Pitt!" Declan followed Tom with his eyes. He heard the door slam upstairs and turned away sighing, knowing he wouldn't see any more for a while. He went out to the pool, trying to put the sight out of his mind, trying to forget the sexy sway of those chino-covered buttocks. His cock was stirring in his trunks, and he sighed loudly, wishing he were older and could get into those white pants. I wouldn't have a chance he told himself. He wouldn't even think about a kid like me. He dove into the pool, his prick hardening as he hit the water. Tom was taking a shower, letting the hot water wash away the cares of the day, and watching it flow over his semi-tumescent prick. "That should do it," he sighed silently, wrapping himself in a huge towel. "I shouldn't want any sex for a while!" He'd conveniently forgotten his reaction to Declan's involuntary touch. He threw a robe around himself and padded downstairs to the kitchen, taking a cold drink and sipping it reflectively. He was hungry too, he decided, and made himself a sandwich. He munched thoughtfully, looking out the window to the pool. He could see Jason's friend vigorously swimming back and forth, and he smiled to himself at his innocent fun. His smile changed to a gasp as the boy climbed from the pool. He was stark naked, having discarded his trunks; his cock stood straight up like a sword rising from the base of his belly. He clutched the windowsill with both hands, feeling a tide of warmth envelop his stomach at the sight of the lad's cock. "Oh no," he whispered to himself. "Not again ... not now!" But his body continued to burn inflamed by the sight of an erect dick. He pressed his legs together, trying to stop the tormenting itch, but knew it was no use. Once he was in the grip of lust he was no longer responsible for his actions. As if in a dream, he watched the boy as he lay back on the patio, his erection glistening in the sun. As Tom watched, Declan surrounded it with both hands and began to jerk it slowly. "How can he? Right here in my house! How does he know I won't come downstairs?" he asked himself wildly, his lips parting as if to drink in the sexy scene. His hand slipped under his robe and he stroked his moist asshole, sliding his finger into his groove and tickling the anal lips. "No, this is wrong. He's a kid ... he's too innocent to know what he's doing," he told himself, already walking outside, the ache in his rectum drawing him to the boy like a magnet. He stood above him, staring down, unconsciously licking his lips. Declan didn't see him. He was intent on what he was doing, rubbing his distended prick between his fingers, a half smile on his tender lips. "Ah," Tom breathed involuntarily. Declan heard him and looked up, consternation crossing his features. "Mr. Jensen!" he cried, covering himself with his hands. "No, don't stop," Jason's uncle commanded. "Have you ...have you ever seen an asshole before, Declan?" Tom asked, his voice hoarse. He felt an electric thrill of excitement at exposing himself to the boy, his eyes glazing with desire. "No ... no, sir, just in pictures," the boy stuttered. "Can I ...?" He stopped. "He's probably just teasing me," he thought. "If I do anything he'll kick me out." Declan was confused. He'd never heard of a man doing things like this one was doing. Tom knelt beside him, his prick dangling in the boy's face. "Would you like to touch me?" Tom whispered to the naked boy whose throbbing erection showed his attentions were not at all unwelcome. "Yes. Yes, please," Declan said boldly, burning his bridges. He wanted to feel this man up. He didn't care what happened to him afterwards. He wasn't going to miss this opportunity to touch a real live man. He stretched out one hand and ran it over the curved surface of the powerful, hairless chest. "Squeeze the nipples. Tweak them in your fingers," Tom whispered to the boy. He complied, and he groaned at the fire that ran through his veins. "Suck them, honey, kiss my nipples. You'll like that, baby ... sucking my tits." He moaned as the boy's lips clamped on his turgid nipple and drew it into his hot mouth. He sucked wildly, bobbing his head back and forth between his pectoral muscles, laving the nipples with his raspy tongue. Tom shivered and leaned back, no longer caring if it were wrong or not. "It's my duty," he thought in confusion. "Teach him about sex - no one will know - I'll make sure he doesn't tell Jason. Oh, God. I'm evil and perverted but I've to have it. I want him to stick his finger up me and bring me off. I want his dick in me." "Declan, look at my asshole, Declan," he commanded. The boy stopped sucking Tom's nipples which stood straight up, cooled by the sucking they had had but craving more. Tom held his muscled thighs open with his hands and directed Declan's gaze to the pit of pleasure. "That's my anus... Why don't you stick your finger in it and see how it feels? You'll like it." He squirmed on the patio floor, raising his hips so Declan could see him fully exposed. "Golly - it's all gooey!" Declan said. He was kneeling forward and peering up into Tom's dark centre with the greatest concentration. His forefinger stroked along the puckered lips and diddled the ring. It seemed to snap and clutch at him as if it had a life of its own. "That means I want you - it means my asshole wants to be filled up," Tom wheezed. He didn't know if he were explaining it right or not. His body was on fire; he had to have something in his asshole. "Put your finger in!" he snapped suddenly. "Don't be afraid - it won't bite! Shove your finger into my asshole, Declan!" The boy hesitated and Tom grasped his wrist and pushed his finger into him, sighing. "There! Now pull it in and out, twist it around in there!" Declan felt the squishy flesh engulf his finger. It seemed to be sucking at him! With more enthusiasm he pumped his finger in and out, watching it disappear into the brown hole. "That's where I put my thing, isn't it, Mr. Jensen?" he asked innocently. "In there?" Tom grunted. The boy slipped a second finger alongside the first, and penetrated the man ruthlessly. He began fucking motions with his fingers, eriving them into the hilt, withdrawing, then driving home again. The faster he fucked, the easier it became, as if the hole was lubricating itself. The smell of shit and sweat was pungent but not disgusting, and Declan found himself sniffing at the orifice like a dog in heat. "Yeh, sweetheart ... your cock. That's where you put your cock -in my asshole," Tom muttered, his hips twisting on the fingers. Corrupting a minor had ceased to bother him. Now it turned him on! He thought of himself as a muscular spider, luring young boys into the web of his lust, and the perverted thought made him groan with desire. "Go on, Declan, put it in. Put your cock in my asshole! And then you can fuck me." Declan knelt between his thighs uncertainly. He knew what to do. His brothers had told him, and the boys at school had joked about it, and he'd seen pictures. But actually doing it was far different! He held his cock in his hand, pointed it at the ring of Jason's uncle's hole and gave a few tentative pokes. "I - would you help me? I'm not sure ... I've never done this before," he said miserably. "Oh, darling ... here, I'll help you," Tom said with a friendly squeeze. He reached out, guiding Declan's dick to his steamy hole. "Just put it where your finger was, push hard till you're in, then move it back and forth like you did your fingers," he crooned, incredibly turned on by the thought of taking on a virgin. He held himself in check, not wanting to scare him with a thrashing display of lust. "Let him get in first," he told himself, opening his hole for him with one hand while guiding the boy's throbbing cock with the other. "Shit, holy shit," Declan groaned as the head of his cock slipped into his asshole. The hot asshole lips grasped his cock, drawing him into the hole. With a grunt he thrust forward, his hips taking the sexual motion as second nature. He sliced into his hot asshole, cleaving his passageway until he felt his balls smash against the guy's ass, then drew it out again and pushed it forward. In and out. In and out. "I'm fucking!" he yelled. "I'm doing it! I'm fucking your asshole!" Declan could feel his cum trying to flood the tube of his cock and resolutely restrained himself. He knew guys didn't want a guy to cum immediately. They wanted to ride the dick for a while. And he wanted to keep Mr. Jensen happy. This was a thousand times better than jacking off, and he wanted to do again - and again! And he knew he could make him mad by cumming too soon, and he might not want to do it anymore! "That's it!" Tom called encouragingly. He allowed his hips to go with his motion, adding a twist or two along the way. He figured he was probably having trouble controlling himself, and he wanted to help him out as much as he could. He bucked his hips up to Declan and rolled with him, feeling his cock zip in and out of his hole. The stimulation was terrific - he was almost cumming just from the perversity of seducing such a young boy. "Fuck me, Declan!" he called. "Give it to me hard!" Declan grunted with the effort not to cum. His hands were clamped on Tom's hips, using them as handles, and he flailed back and forth between his hot thighs. He could feel the asshole clasping and unclasping around his cock, and suddenly it grabbed him really hard, squeezing him unmercifully. He felt his cum rising and knew there was nothing he could do about it. "I'm cumming!" he sobbed, pounding into the asshole. He felt Tom start to shake under him and wondered if he were having a fit, but his mind was blocked by the roar of orgasm. His tight little balls lifted and blew, shooting his thick young semen into the spasming hole. He felt like it was gushing out of his guts. He couldn't remember cumming like this when he jacked off! "Oh ... what's happening? It won't stop, ohhh!" Declan fell against Tom, his hips still pumping weakly as he shot wad after wad into Jason's uncle. Tom was still shaking from his first real boy fuck. He knew if Declan had been more experienced he could have brought him off several more times, but he wouldn't trade this tide of virgin cum for the world! He shivered as he felt the hot little jets splattering into his asshole, clinging to the slick walls like hot grease, filling him to the brim. He put his arms around the boy as he collapsed on his chest, smoothing his hair, running his hands lasciviously over his slim young hips. "Mine..." he thought greedily. "I've his first cum in a man. It's in me now, I can feel it sloshing in my asshole." He squeezed his asshole together, trying to hold the boy's cock in, but it slipped out with a plop, trailing a stream of semen. "Oh, Mr. Jensen! Wow - it was great!" Declan mumbled into his neck. He was drained but happy! It was his first, and he thought he'd had the best fuck in the world. How it could be any better he couldn't imagine - unless it was with Jason. Tom lay back. His asshole was still burning. He needed a lot more. But he didn't want to force the boy. He wanted him to rest and think about his first fuck for a minute before he tried again. He slid out from under him and headed for the pool. As he slipped into the cool water, some measure of sanity returned. He looked back at the boy and noticed how young he was, and it horrified him now instead of exciting him. "God! What have I done!?" he murmured, diving under the water. "He'll tell Jason. Oh, Lord, I've got to put a stop to this right now!" The cool water entered asshole, washing out the thick sperm and refreshing his hot insides, diminishing his desires. He could still feel his lust coiled in the pit of his stomach, ready to spring, but it was quiet now, and he intended to take advantage of the fact. He swam to the side of the pool and got out quickly, skirting the boy. "I'll see you later, Declan," he murmured. "Now don't tell Jason or anybody. I've got some things to do. You guys go out for a pizza or something. I'll leave you some money. It was really wonderful ... but don't tell anybody!" He looked at him fiercely, trying to impress the importance of this on his mind. "Oh, I won't, not even Jason! I guess you wouldn't want him to know!" Declan laughed a little. "But you'll let me play with you some more, fuck you again, won't you?." He looked at the man wistfully as Tom's heart leapt in relief. It was late that night. Tom had dressed and gone out - and stayed out, sitting at one gay bar after another, not wanting to go home. Several men tried to pick him up, but he was repelled by their leering faces and sagging bodies and waved them away in disgust. Finally he couldn't stand it anymore, and returned home. "The boys will be asleep by now," he told himself as he let himself in quietly and mounted the stairs. "I'll get up early in the morning and stay away until I'm sure they're gone. If I can just have some time to myself, I know I'll solve this. I'll get married, see a psychiatrist -something. But I can't think if I've to see them. I want them too much! Oh God - I'm abnormal ... nobody else feels like this. I've never heard of any uncle lusting after his nephew, except in books. And this is real ... too real." He went into his room and shut the door quietly, noticing there was no light under Jason's door. He turned down the bed, slipped out of his clothes and into shorts, preparing to don a robe to go to the bathroom when he heard the doorknob turn. His heart stopped. A dark figure slipped into the room and stood facing him. "Mr. Jensen. It's me Declan," a small voice whispered. "I was afraid you weren't gonna come home - and I wouldn't see ya again, like you promised." There was a hint of petulance in the boy's tone. "Declan - ssshhh!" Tom whispered frantically. "Jason?" "Dead to the fuckin' world," Declan said complacently. He walked up to Tom, his eyes adjusting to the dark, and ran his hands over his hips boldly. "No! No, go away," Tom muttered, wrenching free. "You mustn't!" "Why not? We did this afternoon," Declan said reasonably. "I've got some things I want to try. I was looking at some pictures." His lust was betrayed by a smirk that spread across his face. The boy knew what he wanted, and he was determined to have it, whatever the cost - to Tom Jensen. Tom groaned. "Declan, I got carried away," he said earnestly. "You have to forget about this afternoon. Believe me, it's best. You're too young for me. It's all wrong." "You didn't think so before," Declan persisted. He sounded like he was about to cry, and Tom's heart melted. "No, no, Declan. I enjoyed it, really." "Then why can't we do it some more?" Declan burst out. "You said we would. I stayed up waiting for you! You've just gotta help me ... my cock's so hard it hurts, Mr. Jensen, really, it does. It's been hard all night and I've gotta -" Declan babbled incoherently, his head buried in Tom's stomach. Hot breath fanned against his skin, and his nerves crawled. He didn't know what to do, he was determined not to have sex with the boy again, but Declan was so unhappy. If he turned him down he'd think it was because of the size of his cock. He might be scarred for life! Besides, his insides were melting with longing to touch him just one more time. "All right, ssshhh. We have to be very quiet. But this is the last time, you hear me? And you must never tell a living soul!" Declan nodded happily and followed him to the bed. He was willing to agree to anything to get into his asshole again. He turned on the bedside lamp and stretched langorously in the dim glow, his body showing in sharp relief. "What is it you wanted to try?" Tom asked, spreading his legs lewdly so the boy could see his asshole. "Would you like to put your prick in my mouth and have me suck it for you? Then when it's hard and hot you can shove it up my hole." Declan nodded dumbly. He was mesmerized by the dark spot between Tom's buttocks, his hands drawn to it like a magnet. He thrust his hand between the guy's legs and stuck his finger up, whirling it around in the sticky softness. "Sit on the bed," the boy muttered hoarsely. "And I'll put myself in your mouth." Tom complied, sitting on the edge of the bed and licking his lips, looking at his cock avidly. "If you like," he whispered. "You can kiss me down there, too. Boys really love to do that, kiss a guy's asshole while he sucks their cock! Why don't you try it?" He squirmed in anticipation, wondering if he could get the boy to eat him. He knew there was often an initial resistance to the act. Declan looked at his doubtfully. He didn't particularly want to stick his face there - but, if it'd keep Tom happy, and get his mouth on his cock ... He stretched out beside him, his face next to his cheeks and carefully opened the asshole with his fingers, looking into the depths. Now that he was here, he grew excited at the notion of sucking it. "Kiss it, darling!" Tom cried, squirming his hips. He felt if he didn't do something soon he'd go crazy. Declan looked at the little lips close up; it looked like a mouth! He pursed his lips and advanced his mouth to the asshole. He could feel his hot breath on the hot flesh - closer, closer, his tongue stuck out like a snake and darted into the hot hairy hole. Tom moaned. The feeling was fantastic! The tentative touch of the boy's tongue was really turning him on. Declan stuck it in there, sliding it up and down the groove, opening his asshole with his fingers. "That's it! Lick my hole! Stick your tongue in my slit! Yes! Yes! Oh God, I'm going insane. Lick it in and out, honey!" Tom moaned, trembling under the boy's tongue. He was getting into it now, plunging his tongue into his depths like a miniature cock, tongue-fucking his furiously. "Now suck! Suck it all into your mouth!" Tom instructed, looking down past his breasts, watching the boy's dark head dip between his ass cheeks. "Oh God!" Tom screamed, muffling his voice in the pillow. Incredible flashes of feeling shot through him as the boy sucked his anus. Then he felt him raise his head. "Don't stop!" he hissed in panic. "Please ... that's great, do it some more and I'll let you shoot your load in my mouth!" Declan raised his swollen lips from Tom and said calmly, "Would you take my cock in your mouth now, Mr. Jensen? I'll suck you good if you will." As if to demonstrate, he lowered his head again and rasped his tongue over the puckered flesh. "Oh, oh yes, I'm sorry, I forgot," Tom bubbled, reaching for the lad's four-inch cock. As his hand enfolded it lovingly, he wondered how he could have possibly forgotten it. It was so smooth, so excited, with the veins pulsing with excitement. He formed his lips into an O and slipped them over the head, sucking gently on the mushroom cap, licking the exposed nerves under the edge of the cap. Slowly, he sucked the whole shaft into his mouth, right down to the balls. As his nose buried itself in the boy's pubic hair, he sniffled deeply, inhaling the musky odour of sex, and gently cupped his balls in his hand. Pulling him atop him, he positioned his lips so he could fuck down into his mouth, using it like a asshole. He felt Declan's cock hit the back of his throat, tickling his palate, and he loosened his throat muscles to let him enter his throat itself. Declan had kept almost still as his cock sank into the warm cavern of Tom's mouth. It was an entirely new sensation. He could feel his teeth scraping gently at his flesh as his lips pulled him in. He moaned and fucked down into his wet mouth, feeling the softness of his throat give way under his thrust. Tom's hand was under his balls, squeezing gently, probing the sensitive area at the base of his prick. And one finger was curved up the crack of his ass, probing. He felt the scratch of his fingernail as he found his youthful bum hole and pressed. His flesh resisted, then gave way and his finger shot into his rear, massaging his prostate. Tom's cheeks caved in as he sucked the boy's cock. He was in the throes of orgasm now, his asshole spasming and gushing, his skin crawling as his muscles rippled and knotted with cumming. He sucked avidly at the dick in his mouth, wriggling his finger in the little asshole, prodding him to cum. He wanted to taste his youthful semen - he wanted to feel it gushing down his throat. Declan tensed. His marble-shaped balls lifted and hardened, then collapsed, shooting a gush of sperm through his jerking cock into Tom's mouth. The finger in his asshole was like a red hot wand, stirring his prostate, massaging the back of his prick, forcing him to cum. He twisted into his face and lay still, screwing his cock in one final turn as his cum burst from the head, filling his mouth. Tom cleaned his cock lovingly, licking off the delicious sperm. It seemed to him the sweetest drink he'd ever had, this boy's thick semen. He could feel the boy's mouth still sucking gently at his dripping asshole, performing the same service for him. He raised his head finally, letting his prick slide from his mouth, smiling at him. "Are you ready now?" Declan asked, eyeing Tom speculatively. "Ready for what?" Tom asked nervously. "Well, you said you'd do anything I wanted, didn't you?" he asked, smiling at him innocently. "Oh yes, darling, what is it you want?" he smiled at him, wondering what such an inexperienced boy could know about sex. "I saw some pictures," he started hesitantly. "Jason has them. Well, there was one I really liked. There was this guy, young guy, and he - well, he was sticking this thing up a guy's - you know - up his asshole, and this guy was doing it in his rear. I'd really like that, Mr. Jensen! Really I would! I promise I won't hurt you. It's just to try it, please." "Why don't you just put your cock in my asshole, honey," he said soothingly. "No!" the boy said stubbornly. "I want to see you put something like a - I dunno - a cucumber or a bottle or something up there. If you don't let me, I'll tell Jason!" He stared at him commandingly, then collapsed. "It'll be okay, really it will. The guy in the picture looked like he really liked it." Tom sighed, lying back on his bed. Really, it was amazing how quickly the boy had learned to manipulate him, he mused. He knew he'd do anything not to have Jason find out. "Okay, Declan, whatever you want. What do you want to use?" He looked at him narrowly, hoping he didn't really have anything ready. He grinned back and slid off the bed. "Wait here," he said. "I'll be right back." "Careful," he hissed. "Jason ..." But he was gone. He rolled over on his stomach, deeply ashamed about the whole scene, but at a loss to know how to get out of it now. To his amazement, he was actually excited at the prospect of being fucked with something weird. He thought of a bottle and shivered, hoping it wouldn't be that big. Declan returned, triumphantly waving a long salami. "Got it!" he whispered. "I found this earlier tonight when I was waiting for you!" He handed it to Tom and looked at him expectantly, his young eyes shining with lust. "Well, go on, screw yourself with it!" Tom took the salami in his hands and stared at it. It was fairly long and thick, about twice the size of a grown guy's prick. He looked at him pleadingly. Really, this was the limit -fucking with a salami while this boy watched, waiting to be excited. He held his cock in his hands, obviously planning to jerk off. "Go on, Mr. Jensen! Stick that salami in your asshole! I wanna see it!" Tom sighed and fitted the salami between his legs, probing for the opening to his asshole. The end fitted nicely into his opening and he pressed firmly, forcing it into himself. "Open your legs more," the boy insisted, bending closer. "I wanna watch it go in." Tom opened his legs obediently, offering a good view of his hole. His anal ring was stretched wide around the salami, which looked like a disembodied red prick gaining admittance. He raised his hips and slid it in, noticing his insides were sopping wet. "Wet for a salami," he thought in disgust. "I'm really sunk now. I'll fuck anything." Really it didn't feel too bad. The rough coating was scraping his insides in a pleasing fashion. With a twist of the wrist he sent the whole salami inside him and took his hand away, showing the boy it was all inside. "Wow," Declan breathed, his hand moving fast on his cock. "Better than the picture. It's all inside. Jeez! Turn over on your hands and knees, Mr. Jensen." He knelt between his legs and peered through them. His asshole lips were distended several inches, holding the salami firmly inside. The curious boy positioned himself behind Tom and felt for the end of it, getting a firm grip and running it in and out of the distended anus. Tom groaned in excitement and humiliation. Here he was on his hands and knees, with a boy pounding a sausage into him from behind - and he loved it! There was no doubt he loved it! His asshole snapped hungrily at the salami, drawing it inside him, filling his asshole passageway. He could hear the boy's heavy breathing behind him as he fucked his ass brutally with the surrogate prick. Suddenly the salami was gone! Wrenched out ruthlessly! Then he felt the boy's stiff cock probing at the ass entrance. With a lunge, Declan was buried in Tom's shithole! Fire rippled along his nerves and he moaned louder, forgetting his nephew down the hall. "Fuck my ass ... fuck my asshole ... oh, oh, oh, slam it in there," he babbled, twisting his ass against him, feeling Declan's balls slap his butt. Declan sighed. His cock felt like it was in a hot vise - much tighter than he expected, much dryer, much hotter. It was so hot he thought his prick might melt in there! He jabbed in and out, muttering "Oh, it's so hot! So good!" thrusting into the creamy ass. He was having trouble keeping his balance, his own ass was churning so, but he valiantly fucked on till he felt his orgasm coming. He shuddered and shot his load into Tom's his bowels, filling his ass with thick cum suds. "Oh ... I'M CUMMMING!!!" he screeched, forgetting everything but the fantastic sensation of cumming in an ass for the first time in his thirteen years on the planet. Tom's own cock began to spurt, shooting off gobs of liquid that landed several feet away! Man and boy were totally out of control; totally immersed in their own sensations. And the light came on! "What's going on! Uncle Tom! Declan!" Jason cried in anguish, staring at the scene on the bed. Declan stared at his friend with blank eyes. His cock slipped out of Tom's asshole with a plop and lay along his leg. He looked dully at it. It was limp with a string of semen still hanging from the head. "Uh, Jam - " "Get out of here, Declan. You fucked my uncle!" Jason screamed wildly, clenching his fists. He was aware of a wild surge of rage and jealousy. He hadn't pulled away from Declan leaving him with an aching erection like he had with him! "Fuck off!" Declan slid off the bed hurriedly, keeping his eyes away from the recumbent figure of Mr. Jensen. He was lying perfectly still, his head pressed into the pillows. He noticed something beside him. The salami! Guiltily he sidled out of the room, keeping away from Jason. "Well, uncle?" Jason asked, a sneering note in his voice. "Turn over and look at me! Can't I even look? Declan got to touch - touch, hell! He fucked you!" Jason advanced on him, his fists balled up. "Jason ... I can explain. Let me tell you -" Tom babbled. "Explain what!? That you are a whore? Jesus ... look at you!" he said in disgust. "You just fuck kids? Is that it? Well ... move your hands. I wanna look at what everybody else fucks!" He grabbed his hands and moved them away He remembered when Tom'd watched him jack off, when he'd touched him in the pool and left him aching. He hadn't left anyone else in that state. Just him. It wasn't fair! It just wasn't fair. His sister was a fucking lesbian; he himself was gay; and his uncle was into boys - what a fucking crazy mixed up world! "Jason," Tom whispered. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I've never been like this before. The last few days have been a nightmare. I can't control myself, I even touched you, my own nephew! And that's evil." He looked at him earnestly, willing him to understand. He had to understand. He felt like his heart was breaking. His little boy - his nephew - looking at him with hate in his eyes. He moaned softly and he began to entice him in the only way he knew, with his body. He wanted to show him how it was, how it was to want sex so bad it hurt. That you'd do anything to ease that pain. "I've to have it, Jason." "But with kids! Kids my age! Why not me? Why not? You've probably fucked every kid in town, probably, why can't I get it, too? Don't you like my cock? Isn't it big enough for you? It's bigger than Declan's! I saw you looking at it before, well, you can have it now!" Jason squealed in a high voice. He held his dick like a weapon, pointing it at his uncle. "Here, suck it like you did him! You're gonna do everything with me you did with him, then I'm gonna leave you and never come back!" He advanced on Tom, pointing his cock at his mouth. "Open your mouth and suck my cock, whore!" he shouted grabbing Tom by the hair. "You love it so much ... go on, then! Suck your nephew's dick!" "Oh, Jason ... don't let it be like this. Don't hate me," Tom mumbled. His voice was choked off as Jason rammed his prick into his mouth choking him. His nose was buried in his sparse hair, his nostrils full of the scent of him. He gagged and coughed, then clamped on his cock. If he wanted it, he'd give it a good sucking! He wanted him to know how sex was, well, this was his chance! He sucked deeply on the boy's cock, running his tongue around the head, drawing him into his mouth, yielding before him and taking him in. Jason gasped as his prick sank into his uncle's mouth. It was a wonderful feeling. His tongue hit all the most sensitive spots and made his blood race. He hadn't imagined it would be this good, looking at the pictures and hearing the other boys talk. He'd heard quite a few stories about guys who gave head, but the reality far surpassed any story. Tom's lips were nibbling up and down the surface of his prick and he sucked it with an ecstatic expression on his face, as if it were the most delicious thing in the world! His mouth felt like a hot wet cavern, just made for sucking his cock. "Oh, suck it good," he murmured, looking at his uncle's face. He wound his fingers in his red hair, the same colour as his, and pumped into his mouth. Tom's teeth lightly scraped the ridges of Jason's turgid cock, sending thrills of pleasure through him. He hunched forward, driving into his mouth. He couldn't stop. The whole world was a sucking mouth, pulling him into it! He twisted and turned his hips, slamming into his face, trying to hurt his uncle, because his uncle had hurt him, sent him away to school when he could have been loving him like this at home! Tom sucked at his nephew's cock in delight. It seemed everything else had just been leading up to this, this last perversity. He pulled on him avidly, remembering how tiny his penis had been when he was a baby, and contrasting it to its present length. It tasted wonderful, the salty tang of his pre-cum filled his mouth, tantalizing him, making him want to taste his hot semen on his tongue. He cupped his hand under his balls and rolled them in their wrinkled sac, feeling them churn like hard slick marbles in his palm. "Oh, Uncle Tom, I'm gonna cum! I can't help it! I'm gonna cum!" Jason grunted, pumping furiously into the open mouth. He twisted violently against his lips, feeling his sperm foam in his balls and rise in his cock to burst in his mouth. "I'M CUMMING! IN YOUR MOUTH!" Tom sucked vigorously at the hot flow of his nephew's sperm, drinking from the spurting fountain of his prick. It seemed like it would never quit. He gulped and swallowed a bucket of frothing jism. Finally he fell back on the pillows and Jason's cock slid from his lips. He stared at him, a strange light in his eyes. "That was great," he admitted, but slightly ashamed of his lust. "Do you see how it is now? Did you want me to stop sucking you?" Tom asked. "Could you stop yourself ... once you were fucking my mouth?" "No, no I couldn't," Jason admitted. "No way ... It was unreal, it was like I was just a cock and I'd to cum ..." his voice trailed off. "Would you like to fuck me?" Tom asked, watching the boy's face. He wanted him desperately. He wanted his nephew's cock in his ass, and he also wanted him to experience the whole of sex. He had to show him how powerful sex was - how the more you got, the more you wanted. He didn't want him to think of his uncle as a whore. He wanted to show him how great sex was and how it got control of a person. He still felt it was wrong to fuck and suck his own nephew, but he was committed now. He promised himself that tomorrow he'd take care of it all - tomorrow. Right now he wanted to fuck his nephew. "God, yeh, uncle ... I guess I've wanted to for a long time," Jason admitted, looking at him squarely. "I was so jealous of those other guys, I wanted to hurt you ... but now, I'd love to fuck you, if you want me to." "Oh, yes, Jason, I want you to," Tom breathed. "Come up here. You can suck my nipples if you like ... suck the nipples good, nephew, and I'll love it! And touch my balls. Just slide your hand down there." He guided his hand to his pubic area and opened his legs, letting him slip his fingers in. "Gosh, our hair's the same colour down there," Jason said, laughing nervously. He felt his uncle's asshole open invitingly under his fingers as he probed. He sank his middle finger in to the knuckle, feeling around his asshole, sliding it in and out of the canal. He was amazed at the pressure the sphincter exerted on his finger. He wondered how his cock would feel in that tight, sucking well and shivered in anticipation. His young cock was erect again, standing straight out from his stomach in an arching curve, out of his soft nest of reddish curls. "It's slippery," he confided, diddling him with his fingers, smiling as he quivered. He knew he was turning Tom on, and he was proud. His uncle was quivering and trembling under him, wanting him to stick his cock in his asshole. "It's all wet and squishy in there." Thank God Declan didn't cum in my asshole, Tom thought fervently. He wouldn't want his nephew's first fuck to be sloppy seconds! Out loud he murmured, "That's because I want you so, darling! I love your finger in my asshole, fucking me! Do it harder ... make me cum with your hand! That's it! Yes, oooohhhh yes ... fingerfuck me, baby, fuck your nuncle with your hand! Make me cum. just by fucking me up the ass." Jason scrambled on top of his uncle. Tom raised his hips, presenting his arse hole in a blatant invitation. Jason sank his prick between his buttocks, searching for the wet, warm hole he'd imagined receiving him. And then he found it. With a cry of triumph he sank in, his cock plunging into the brown warm-chocolate hole that gripped him even tighter than his bicycle shorts. "I'm in, uncle, I'm in your asshole!" he cried. "Yes, oh yes, you are! Your beautiful prick is in my anus -deep - so deep - and good - oh God! It's driving me wild!" Tom cried, wrapping his legs around his nephew's back and rocking under him. He felt his insides melt into a mass of sex crazed flesh, his ring stretching under his forceful plunges. He could imagine no greater thrill than this, fucking his nephew, receiving his sperm in his asshole! The depravity and perversity excited him even more. He drummed his heels against his legs as he lifted and churned beneath him, using his hole like a vise to clamp him to him. He never wanted it to end. He wanted to go on and on in this lustful dream, floating on a cloud of desire, his body spasming and convulsing in a powerful orgasm. "Fuck me, fuck me, Jason!" he cried wildly. He was smashed into the bed with each lunge of his prick. He wished he could engulf him completely, take his whole body back into his guts. He felt Jason's balls smashing against the distended lips of his asshole, and he crazily tried to open them, to pull him all inside. "I am fucking you, uncle, I'M FUCKING YOUR ASSHOLE! It's fantastic! I love to fuck you. OH uncle! I LOVE IT!" Jason screamed. He thrust furiously into the sucking maw of his uncle's rectum, feeling his cock sink to the hilt in the swampy marsh. He was swimming in a sea of asshole. He felt like he was surrounded by it. He could smell the odour from their clashing sex orgasm mingle with the smell of their sweat and he loved it. He loved the way his asshole gripped his cock, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel it to the tips of his toes. His leg muscles twitched with the sensation. He bent forward and grabbed Tom's ass cheeks in both hands, wrapping his fingers around the muscles globes, squeezing roughly. Jason increased his tempo ... his balls were bursting and he knew he had to cum soon. He pounded lustily into his uncle. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna shoot my wad in your hole, uncle!" he warned. "I'm gonna cum all in your hot asshole!" "Yes, darling, cum in your uncle, let me have your sperm!" Tom screeched. He was beside himself with lust. All he wanted to feel his nephew's hot semen bursting inside his aching asshole. He knew it would bring him off again. He wanted to feel it! "Cum in me, fuck me, cum, cum," he chanted in rhythm to his nephew's strokes. Jason's cock zipped in and out of his asshole with increasing speed. His lithe young hips flailed tirelessly above him, driving the shaft of his cock into the hungry asshole. He could feel the texture of his canal change as he rode the crest of his orgasm. It tightened as he came, then felt loose and flabby, then tightened in an endless cycle of lust. "Here it comes! OH GOD! HOLY SHIT! FEEL IT, uncle ... FEEL ME CUMMING IN YOU ... I'M CUMMING..." With a loud cry Jason fell onto Tom's body, his knees buckling as his orgasm ripped through him. He felt like his head was blowing up. His guts twisted as his balls burst. "I'M BLOWING MY NUTS!" Rope after rope of semen gushed from the head of his prick, inundating Tom's bowels with his nephew's sperm. "Ooooh-h, yessss. I FEEL YOUR CUM! IT'S SO HOT!" Tom cried, bucking against nephew, swallowing his prick with his spasming asshole, gripping tightly with his legs, imprisoning him in his hot box. He didn't seem to want to escape. He lay against him, his cock jerking weakly as the last bits of semen oozed from the shrinking tube. He raised his head and grinned at him. Jason looked at his uncle. Tom was lying back, relaxed, his chest rising and falling with his deep breathing. Jason ran his hand over his nipples lovingly. "It was great, uncle, I never knew how wonderful it could be," he admitted. "I think I understand it now. You just can't help yourself, can you? And I guess just one guy isn't enough for you." He looked at his uncle longingly, wishing he alone could satisfy his hunger, but knowing he never could. His uncle would go on taking risks, seducing under-age boys, lavishing gifts on them, until... until... unless... "No, I guess not," Tom admitted. "I bet you could go again easy," Jason continued. "If you want, well, would you like me to get Declan in here? Maybe the two of us could keep you happy, for a while at least." He frowned, wishing they didn't have to go back to England at the end of the month. Tom's heart leaped. He couldn't believe his nephew was suggesting this solution. "You wouldn't mind?" he breathed, his body already tingling at the thought of taking on the two boys. "Why, they can fuck me in the mouth and asshole at the same time," he thought. "Well, I do mind in a way," Jason admitted. "But," he got a mental picture of himself and Declan plowing simultaneously into his uncle's trembling body, "anything for you. I wouldn't be jealous - I know you need it!" He grinned at this, not admitting even to himself his prime motive was a selfish desire. "Oh, Jason, darling, I love you! You're so understanding. Go get your friend," Tom said excitedly. "I'd love to have you both. Of course you'll always be first," he added comfortingly as a shadow of doubt crossed his nephew's face. "Okay, uncle," Jason said, jumping off the bed, bollock-naked. "Just a second. I'll find him!" He walked out of the room, his mind full of what they could do to Tom together, and what they could do to each other! Tom lay back on the bed, scarcely about to breathe for excitement. Both of them at once, doing what I want. God! he mused, his mind full of lascivious pictures. He hugged himself in anticipation, rocking back and forth on the bed.