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Coming off the gangway, I scanned the crowd furiously for Uncle Russ, but didn't see him anywhere. Suddenly, Mom was gushing with happiness to someone and I turned to find her hugging a man I barely recognized at first. The man's eyes raised up to mine from under the brim of a very beat up camouflage ball cap, "Tommy!" He released Mom's hug, and moved around her stopping just short of hugging me. "Hey, I know I look like crap...it's been a rough week..." 'Like crap'? Christ, he looked better than ever in my book! His hair and beard were a little shaggy...in place of his casual slacks and collared pullovers were a ripped t-shirt hugging his torso and emphasizing his muscles as well as his 'teddy bear' stomach along with loose blue jean shorts cut high on the thigh and beach sandals that barely contained well-formed size four- teen bare feet. "...now, gimme a hug!" Without time to blink, I was pulled into a warm crushing hug. Strong arms pulled me tight against his hard body as the scent of his damp skin and light sweat rolled over me. Big hands moved across my back and kept me pressed firmly against him. The hug was long, but over way too soon for me. Perfect white teeth framed in Uncle Russ's coppery mustache and beard smiled down me while his red-rimmed and tired eyes glittered with a curious enthusiam. "Yall had anything decent t' eat?" His voice was as I remembered... deep, quiet, and rolling richly from his chest. I just stared back in hero-worship silence while Mom saved me from embarrassment by answering quickly, "We haven't eaten since early this morning n' both of us're starving....BUT, I wanna get over t' see Ginny and have some alone time with her. I'll get somethin' near the hospital, maybe Ginny'll want somethin' other than hospital food." "You'll score big with that plan!" Uncle Russ chuckled quickly. "Just get me to the house t' change n' pack a 'girl's time" bag, n' then you n' Tommy can make your own dinner plans without any interference from me." Mom laughed back. "But, when do I get t' see Aunt Ginny?" I protested weakly because it seemed like the right thing to say, though I really only wanted time with Uncle Russ. "Tomorrow. You can see her tomorrow. Tonight is just for us girls." "Don't you worry, buster, we'll make a night of it. But, let's get your bags n' get'cher mom on her way t' see her sister before she starts gettin' cranky." Mom chimed in again, "Russ, we traveled light. No bags t' pick up." "Well, then, we're off!" Uncle Russ grabbed both our carry-on bags and took off in the lead leaving Mom and me racing to catch up with the big tall man. On the drive to the house, Mom produced a print out of a map show- ing the route from Uncle Russ and Aunt Ginny's house to the hospital. She insisted she'd drive herself using Aunt Ginny's car since she had no idea how long she'd want to stay. After Mom left for the hospital, "Let's get you changed into somethin' more casual for where we're goin'." I looked down...sneakers, jeans, short sleeve button up shirt...how much more casual did I need to be was the question in my eyes when I look- ed back up. Uncle Russ just grinned, "Throw on a t'shirt n' we're all set." "All I brought was 'hospital visit' kind'a clothes...like these." "Okay." Uncle Russ spun me around, dropped big heavy hands onto my shoulders and herded me back to the master bedroom. Letting go, he moved past me and started to open a drawer before looking back. "What size ya wear?" "Um, medium, mostly." "Hmmm..." He closed the drawer and went for another pulling out a black tank top. "Try this." He tossed the shirt over to me. As I began unbuttoning my shirt, "I'm gonna take you t' Leonard's Food Quarters...southern soul comfort food, best eats outside of N'awlins." I pulled my shirt off. "How long it's been since I saw you last? How old are ya now?" He asked as he looked me over. "About a year and a half, I think. I'm fifteen now. Well, I'll be sixteen next month." I answered. "Still playin' baseball n' wrestlin'?" I reached for the tank top he'd produced. "Yeah, I like both a lot." "Well, it shows. You're lookin' good, Tommy, packin' on some muscle." I slipped on the tank top and it fell almost to my knees. "Hell, that aint gonna work...." Uncle Russ went back to another drawer and pulled out a white wife-beater. "Try this instead." I switched shirts and looked up at him for approval as the tight stret- chy undershirt hugged my body, but still fell down to the middle of my thighs. "Hmmm, try tuck'n it in." I did. "Perfect, 'cept for one thing." He went over to closet of double sli- ding mirrored doors. Above them, ball caps filled the space over both sets of doors. Scanning them all, he pulled a dusty beat-up red one down and plop-ped it on my head. "Adjust that till it fits." I did as he asked. "There ya go!" He turned me toward a mirrored door. I looked like white trash to me. "Y' look like a local that's got outta work, shed his tie, n' is ready for a beer. You'll fit right in." At Leonard's, Uncle Russ ordered me shrimp etouffee and red rice n' beans with sausage while he got a crawfish and shrimp po boy sandwich. Both dinners were huge and mine tasted incredible. I jokingly asked if we could eat there every night so he'd know how much I loved his choice in where to go for dinner. We stopped for vanilla ice cream, caramel sauce, and hot fudge sauce on the way home. The whole time I was with him, I couldn't keep my eyes from roving over Uncle Russ' long hairy legs, his hairy muscled arms, the t-shirt pulled tight across his strong chest and hint of an on-coming beer belly, the long wide fingers of his hands, and his handsome bearded face. Once we were home and Uncle Russ was putting the ice cream in the fridge, he shut the door and leaned against it. "I'm still stuffed from dinner, pard'ner, n' need a shower. How 'bout we let dinner settle a bit, n' I'll grab a quick one? If you want, you can jump in when I'm done unless you'd rather go first." "I can wait, I need t' unpack a few things anyway." "Deal." With that and a quick grin, he was off down the hallway. I waited till I heard the shower running and then went down to the room I'd be sleeping in. The bathroom was at the end of the hall with the master bedroom on one side and two rooms half its size on the other...the two rooms where Mom and I would be staying. Mom's was closest to the bathroom, and my door was just across from his. Immediately upon turning down the hall, I saw the bathroom door wide open and felt my prick twitch several times as I walked. I went into my room and around the bed to where I could unpack and still look into the bathroom. I intended to take as long as possible to take my stuff out of my bag when I heard the shower curtain being pulled back and the water shut off. There was a towel thrown over the curtain rod that didn't, somehow, get pulled back with the curtain. With that towel blocking his face as he reached for another to dry off, I was able to stare without fear of getting caught right away. The strain of Aunt Ginny's problem pregnancy had been plain on his handsome face, but his body was still an incredible sight. All the athletic muscle, all that glorious silver-flecked coppery hair coating his physique, his pendulous hairy balls, and that thick thigh-slapping heavy cock swinging bet- ween sturdy thighs gave me an instant rigid hard on. Seeing him finish drying off and step out of the shower, I went back to unpacking a bag that still held everything inside. I felt Uncle Russ in the doorway and looked up. He'd folded a third of his towel down over the other two-thirds before wrapping it around his waist and leaving the coverage on his tall frame very abbreviated. "Your turn." He grinned, smacked the door frame, and then headed down the hall toward the other end of the house. I stripped off everything but my briefs and started out the door. I stop- ped, though...thought about it...and then stripped them off too before walking to the bathroom. Leaving the door open as Uncle Russ had, I stepped in and started the shower. In five minutes, I was through showering. I still had a raging hard on, though, and didn't want to pull the curtain open in that state. My five inch dick had grown to a chubby seven that had grown in need for release as well as size. "Hey! You deaf?" The shower curtain was jerked back and I found myself staring in surprise at Uncle Russ' face shoved inside the shower. "I asked if you wanted me t' go ahead n' heat the fudge sauce?" "Oh....yeah...I'm almost done." I stammered mortified at my own prick that remained pointed right at Uncle Russ. "Sure don't look like it!" He quipped and then reached a hand inside the shower to smack my dick right on the head before exiting and pulling the curtain back in place. "Don't never let anyone tell ya you got anything t' be ashamed of in the meat department, buster." I heard him say as he left the room. Part of me wanted to race through all the possibilities of what that compliment might mean. The other part won out on just wanting to enjoy the thrill of the highly personal praise, especially given the praise came from my handsome uncle who hauled around a big fat monster cock twice as big between his hairy thighs. Smiling to myself, I dried off with the towel that'd been thrown over the curtain rod...not realizing or caring that left me totally exposed. I was still flying high on Uncle Russ' compliment. Folding the towel in half lengthwise as he had, I wrapped it around my waist and went into my bedroom to change into shorts. I occurred to me that Uncle Russ might have stayed in just his towel since he had gone down the hall without stopping in his room. I quickly reali- zed there was a way to find out. I went into the kitchen and found that, sure enough, he was still in his towel. "Uncle Russ, do have an extra toothbrush? I know I packed mine, but...ohhhhhhhhh, wait....never mind," I backtracked from my excuse to see if he was still in only a towel, "I remember now that I put it in the outside poc- ket." "Now that we got that crisis outta the way, you wanna watch TV or play a game of cards or checkers while we take care of this ice cream?" "Cards I guess, I only know how t' play gin rummy, though." "No problem, let's get the sundaes made n' we'll fire up the cards." About thirty minutes into the game, I couldn't take it any more. I knew that with his toweled shortened the way it was there had to be a clear view of Uncle Russ' thick cock from under the table. I'd been picturing it in my mind since we sat down...spilling out from his crotch and snaking down over his big furry balls to lay fat and heavy on the seat below. I figured Mom would probably be home any time now, so it was now or never. Reaching to play a card, I purposely fumbled my cards to the floor. Reaching down, I got a big surprise nothing like the pictures running through my mind. Instead of flaccid and laying over his balls and across the seat of the chair, Uncle Russ' cock was hard and jutting out toward me. I gathered my cards as fast as I could and sat back up...rattled and shocked. He had his forehead in one hand and was looking intently between the cards played and those in his other hand...oblivious to my stolen examina- tion of his oversized male equipment. I realized I could've taken longer and enjoyed more of his openly displayed turgid meat. Twenty minutes later, we were tied three games to three. "Aw hell," Uncle Russ yawned. "It's been a long week n' time for bed for me, buddy. It's ten, that okay for you?" "Sure, ten's when I usually go t' bed anyway." Just then, the phone rang. It was Mom saying she was staying over- night. Aunt Ginny was in a semi-private room with the other bed unoccupied. The night nurse in charge offered the bed, and Mom quickly accepted. Putting the dishes in the sink, we headed down the hall. Uncle Russ went through his door saying, "See ya in the mornin,' buddy. I'll leave m' door open in case y' need anything." "Ok, g'nite." I replied, anxious and excited at the thought of being alone in the house with him right across the hall and door open on top of it all. I waited a while and then peered cautiously past the door frame. He had little reading glasses on that only made him more handsome. Flipping through sections of the newspaper, he settled on one and set the rest on his bedside table. He brough the other up to read so that his face was blocked from my sight, which meant mine was blocked from his. That was great since his towel was now gone and he hadn't gotten under the bed covers or bothered to put on sweats or boxers. Legs crossed at his ankles shoved his balls up between his thighs and left his long fat cock flopped thickly across one hip in my direction. I shucked my briefs and began stroking my prick while admiring my uncle's long hairy body without his knowledge. I stroked slow and light, wait- for the time he'd put the paper away and go to sleep. I didn't have long to wait. After only a few minutes, he yawned and began lowering the paper. I pulled back from the doorway and watched as the light in his room went out. I looked at the clock...10:20. I decided to wait thirty minutes before venturing back to the door. At fifteen minutes, I couldn't wait any longer and stepped back to look inside his room. Soft light spilled in through a window on the other side of the room leaving a swath of it cutting across his body from his lower stomach to his ankles. His legs were spread wide with the one in my direction bent a bit at the knee. Plum-sized balls now rested on the mattress, while Uncle Russ' cock remained were it had been before resting across his hip. I squinted to see more and found he had one arm over his eyes again and the other above his head. He looked dead asleep, so I moved to his doorway and whispered his name with no reaction. I tried again, only louder, and still got no reaction. I stepped quietly through the hallway and into his room, then to the foot of the bed. Uncle Russ' legs were spread wide enough for two of me to fit in between. I leaned down and blew lightly across the thick hair of one of his calves. Again, no response. Emboldened, I reached forward and slid a palm up the curls on the inside of one thigh. Still no reaction other than the rolling of his big balls in their furry sack and the flexing stretch of his long fat cock. I reached up and skimmed the surface of that meaty snake. It flexed again. Gingerly, I eased it off his hip and brought it to arch over his balls and toward me before slowly lowering myself onto the bed and sliding up enough to place my mouth over the head. I was disappointed there was no precum there, but intoxicated again by just having part of his impressive cock in my mouth again after a year and a half. My mind swam, light-headed and hazy as I held that large meaty cock- head in my mouth and lovingly moved my tongue over every spongy slope and ridge of Uncle Russ' flaring knob. It flexed and shot forward adding attitional length and girth into my waiting mouth. I pressed forward, diving onto that muscular column of male flesh until it hit the back of my throat. When I pulled back, feeling a sense of emptiness build within me in those few seconds, a path of thick heavy pre- cum flowed across my tongue. With only the broad fat head stretching my lips wide, my tongue press- ed up against the roof of my mouth and spread all that thick wonderful pre- cum everywhere it could. Uncle Russ' stud cock flexed against my lips and thrust another inch of thick blunt head back inside. I began a slow dive on that incredible cock again, the action of my tongue pressing precum into the top and side of my mouth turned into pressing and sliding over the underside of the tremendous- ly thick uncle-meat moving toward the back of my throat. HItting where my mouth ended and throat began, I wanted more of him...more of that big thick cock...more of it in my mouth. I beared down, though my throat refused entrance to that swollen horse-dick. I tried open- ing and closing my throat over the head, not realizing I was giving the head of Uncle Russ's big cock a helluva slow massage. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmm...." Rumbled at the volume of a whis- per from directly in front of me. I froze and didn't move a muscle for what felt like several minutes. Fearing discovery, having my actions revealed, and what my uncle might do as a result of finding his teenage nephew slurping on his fat cock while he slept...I eased off his pulsing meat and gingerly slid myself off and back from his bed. Once completely off the mattress, I turned and hurried from the room as silently as I could. Reaching my own, I slid into bed quickly and pulled the sheets up to my neck to feign sleep if Uncle Russ got out of bed. I lay there listening to the silence of the house. No sound of footsteps or even Uncle Russ' breathing broke the stillness in the air. After a while, I pushed the sheets off me and reached down to lightly toy with my prick. The light from the doorway darkened, probably from clouds passing in front of the moon. Feeling relaxed and safe that Uncle Russ had fallen back into a deep sleep, and with the darkening of the room, I reached my hand to my mouth and sank two fingers inside. My prick rose up from its base as my hand lightly encircled and stro- ked the shaft. Imagining my uncle's cock in my mouth, my tongue played across the fingers of one hand while those of the other slowly fisted my hardening shaft. Two fingers felt way too small, so I added a third to feel more of the fullness inside my mouth I'd gotten from having my jaw stretched by Uncle Russ' incredibly thick adult meat. The light from my doorway increased back to what it'd been before. Movement, rather than sound, in the house hinted at a change in the dark, quiet environment. Cabinets softly opened and closed....or, did they? The sound was so quiet and I couldn't be sure. The noise seemed to have come from the kitchen end of the house. The stroking on my prick slowed as I listened more intently in an effort to determine if the sounds were real or imagined. Glass met glass. It was a simple and everyday sound, yet it sent a cautious mixture of anxiousness and excitement flowing through me. Was Uncle Russ up? Or, was I just misinterpreting the normal sounds of a house in the night? More movement. No sound, just movement. Movement that felt as if it were coming nearer. I moved my hands to my stomach and feigned sleep again not feel- ing I had the time to pull the sheets up. The room darkened a shade again. Somehow the silence in the room felt increased, closed off, as if the door had been partially closed or some- thing. I felt Uncle Russ enter the room. I felt him getting closer to the bed and to me. I lay there barely breathing as I felt him come to stand right next to the bed. I was scared and nervous, my prick alternately shrinking in fear and then thickening again in excitement. The woodsy smell of him filtered through the air mixed with something sharper. Some type of amber liquor drifted off him...whiskey, bourbon? I didn't know which, but I knew the general scent from my dad having a drink from time to time on the weekends. Something brushed my lips. I fought the urge of opening my eyes to see what it was. Clues thundered through my head as my pulse rose ex- citedly. A damp scent of hairy balls, thick cock, and male crotch flowed over my face. The feel of what was at my lips was full, fleshy, and slick. The pressure at my lips increased, and the cause of that began stro- king slowly and softly back and forth across them. I allowed my eyes to open to just the slightest of slits. There was Uncle Russ above me. One hand was above his head and balancing his leaning body against the wall on the other side of me. His dark bearded face looked down upon me, his handsome features completely shadowed in the night. My eyes moved downward, the shape and details of him became vis- ible on the part of his body nearest my face. Thick whorls of coppery body hair turned black in the darkness of the room. Hints of skin appeared un- derneath until that curling forest of rich lush hair bursting outward around the thick root of my uncle's big pale cock. It arched out, not yet fully hard, to where a big rugged hand gripped it about halfway down it's fat length and used its hold to stroke the huge cock- head topping off that horse-meat back and forth across my lips. His taller height, his much more filled out and muscular body, the pelt of thick curly body hair of which I had not yet even the slightest hint on my own body all served to leave me feeling small, wonderfully trapped, and instinc- tively submissive to the much bigger man and whatever he wanted from me. I parted my lips...licked out...Uncle Russ' cock jumped, jerked away from my lips and gave me the chance to swipe my tongue into the path of precum left there before his big hand brought the broad meaty cockhead back to my mouth. I looked up through slitted eyes at the slightly rounded furry stomach on the towering man above as his hips moved forward and sank the head of his thick ten inch adult dick into my mouth. I wanted to feel that body a- gainst me the way I had two years ago planted snuggly between the big man's strong hairy thighs. My legs trembled and shifted in heated excitement from the male meat entering my mouth and forcing my jaw wide. Uncle Russ must've noticed as the outline of his shadowed face tilted to look down my body. Easing his lower hand from his big cock, he moved it down to lightly trace the insides of my thighs and graze across tightened young balls. At his touch, I grabbed at his fat meat with my mouth and was reward- ed with having him begin slowly stroking a few hard stocky inches in and out of my mouth. Thick rough fingers reached down past my balls and curved into the crack of my ass. Uncle Russ' thick strong cock expanded and thrust against the back of my throat as precum burst out and spilled into my mouth. Fingers played at my tight, tensing, now electrified hole as my mouth and tongue worked at swallowing around the fat mule-dick pulsing thick salty/sweet seed against the back of my throat. Uncle Russ eased his thick fingers from the crack of my ass at the same time as he began withdrawing his fat juicy cock from my mouth. I lifted my head just a bit as he pulled the thick head free, attempting to milk at the broad fleshy knob as long as I could without giving away that I was awake. Straightening his tall hairy body above me, he turned and sauntered out of the room while my head buzzed with excitement and my breathing came in short panting gulps. Far off, I heard glass clink to glass again and then felt Uncle Russ re- enter my room soon afterward. Coming to my bed this time, he dropped to one knee at my waist. One big calloused hand moved to my shoulder and the other to my hip. Gentle pressure began increasing ever so slowly making it clear he wan- ted me rolled over. The scent of liquor rolled off him heavier than before. I took a deep lazy breath and then exhaled it loudly as I rolled over hoping I was maintain- ting the illusion of sleep through Uncle Russ' heated visit to my room. Easing onto my stomach, I snuggled into the pillow and mattress as I stretched and spread my legs in a way I hoped was sexy and enticing to my rugged uncle's eyes. Big sandpapery hands cautiously skimmed the backs of my thighs and the cheeks of my ass. Palms cupped my cheeks, strong fingers brushed across my balls several times before tracing a path up the cleft where my asscheeks met in a smooth hairless line. Something inside me soared. Uncle Russ was touching me. Touch- ing me in a way that left no doubt on the question of his possible interest in me. In that moment, I drifted on the interest and attention from him...rose high in the feeling of his big rough hands on my young soft ass...and, felt my mind and body flush warm in the knowledge my my tall hairy and handsome uncle wanted to touch me in the ways I wanted to touch him. I came partially out of my dreamy heated haze at the sensation of warm breath spilling across my tiny asshole and became aware of thick fin- gers holding my asscheeks apart and open. My mind started to flip as I felt Uncle Russ' wiry beard brush against the soft tender skin lining the cleft of my ass only to have it explode and melt as a thick raspy tongue thrust inside and took a long electrifying swipe across my crack and fluttering young asshole. My body tensed and trembled, not even registering Uncle Russ pull- ing away until I felt the emptiness and silence in the room from his quiet de- parture. Glass clinked again from somewhere else in the house. I strained to anxiously to hear/feel the movement of him coming back down the hall. None came, though, and I only heard glass clink to glass again. A minute or two passed before I sensed his soft approach and move- ment into my room again. A knee cracked beside me. I felt a strong hairy arm reach across my waist and then slide under my thigh and across my young balls. Some of his cautiousness was gone. Whether fueled by liquor or surety I was fast asleep, I didn't know. I only knew his actions felt less wary and more decisive. Chest hair scraped against my lower back and coarse beard cover- ing a strong bony chin ground into the split of my asscheeks to work them apart. The pressure of being pulled against his hairy chest and his wiry beard delving into the crack of my ass left me barely stifling a deep moan when his thick tongue struck out and thrust into my tiny teen asshole. I felt an added warm tingle against the soft sensitive flesh of my ass- hole kind of like diluted alcohol or Ben-Gay. It must have been the liquor on Uncle Russ' tongue that made my skin feel feverish and set my hole clench- ing on the thick raspy flesh plunging inside. Out it came, its rough surface teasing the millions of sensitive nerve endings clustered there. Back inside it dove, thrusting deeper...opening me wider...and, leaving me feeling as if I'd stuck a toe into a light socket. In and out, that wicked tongue invaded and pleasured my tight young asshole. Uncle Russ' other arm brushed up my leg from calf to thigh and big fingers came to rest between my thighs as long blunt fingertips grazed and stroked my hairless teenage balls. Something changed in the feelings humming inside my asshole. I felt a stretch, a new roughness entering me, and a pressure at my hole. The new sensations seemed to heighten the feel of the hairy chest at my back and ass...the tightness of the big hairy arm around my thigh...and the scrape of his bearded jaw along the tender flesh inside the cleft of my ass. With his fingertips at my balls, it had to be his big fat thumb sinking into my hole along with that wild stroking thick tongue. For a minute, a minute and a half maybe, Unce Russ' wonderful tongue stroked in and out of my hole around that thick digit also thrust inside before he slowly eased it out. It'd been uncomfortable, rough, and abrasive against my soft tender skin. Once it was gone, though, I missed the feeling of being opened up and filled inside. Fingertips left my balls and two moved up to where Unce Russ' tongue continued stroking in and out of my tight sensitive hole. My stomach dropped as those two fingertips pushed inside me. While his tongue worked smoothly and seductively, those fingers sank deeper. Further open, my hole stretched...the calloused pads of his thick fin- gers and the folds of skin at the big knuckles of his large hand stung and tor- mented my slowly widening hole. The harsh scraping discomfort was only partially reduced by the warm lapping motions of Uncle Russ' tongue. Uncle Russ' mouth beared down on my hole, his tongue flashing a- round every exposed surface and diving inside repeatedly at the same time as I felt another thick finger leave my balls to join the other two slowly working my hole open. If not for that agressive mouth and tongue, I would have pulled away from the thick rough fingers abrading my asshole as they eased my hole wi- der and wider. It heightened my sense of Uncle Russ as an adult...a man whose age and experience left him able to manipulate my body in ways I never could have imagined. His prowess, skill, and finesse increased my admiring hero-worship of the big handsome hairy man married to my mother's sister. Those traits also emphasized how much older, mature, and experienced Uncle Russ was in comparison to my young naive inexperience. His rugged bearded face and muscular hairy body were enough to leave me in awe of him. This....this....this 'skill' of his in easily turning my body into a trembling puddle of panting shock and pleasure left my insides twisting around them- selves in both exploding admiration and fiery heat. I felt Uncle Russ' face pull back, his hot heaving breath on one cheek of my ass. I also felt as if his eyes were boring into my prone body intently. "Aw shit..." It was barely a whisper, more a breath exhaled with the words barely audible. Fingers eased slowly from my stretched asshole as the arm around my thigh uncurled from its grip around me with equal slow cautiousness. Soon, Uncle Russ had pulled away from me completely and moved to stand in the doorway...throwing the room back into deeper shadows and silence as his large frame blocked both sound and light. "Christ, what the hell was I thinkin'...." His deep voice was once again barely a breathy whisper of resignation. I felt him move away, then heard glass clinking again. Movement returned down the hallway and stopped at my door once again only to move away quickly and into the room across the hall. Straining my ears, the only sound that followed was a soft hint of rustling sheets. I lay there without moving at first...hoping and glancing at the clock. An hour passed. I reached back between my asscheeks and felt the swollen, soft, and puffy opening into my body nestled there. It didn't feel the same, me touching my asshole instead of Uncle Russ. It still tingled and made my prick stiffen and bob...but, it was missing something more. The feel of my own fingertips on my asshole lacked the warmth, the brain tum- bling depth, and the rather forbidden feeling of having a big grown man who happened to also be my uncle touching me in that way. I pulled my hand away and slid it under my pillow in disappointment. Unable to sleep, I continued glancing at the clock and wondering if I would ever nod off. Twenty more minutes passed and I was finally becoming drowsy, when I heard the soft rustle of sheets again from across the hallway followed by the sound of a glass being set on a bedside table. I felt the silence in my room deepen once again. Movement neared my bed. It may have been my own excitement, but it seemed as if I could feel the heat from the nearness of Uncle Russ' tall hairy muscular form. The smell of him was stronger. The rich scent of musk, liquor, damp fur and skin left the air in the room feeling thick humid and smelling of rugged male testosterone. A knee cracked. A hand slid to my ass and fingers slid inside...fingers slick with some- thing that hadn't been there before. They played at my puffy opening and then slowly sank inside. Rough and more uncomfortable than before, I stiffened at the raw feel of them easing my hole wider again. Determined, they pressed inward slowly. Gripping those long thick fingers, I could feel my young hole re-strectching around Uncle Russ' wide burrowing digits. Finally, I could feel the base of his thumb and little finger against skin around my asshole. I breathed a sigh of relief, only to stiffen again as those calloused fingers inside began an abrasive path back out of my ass. My body relaxed again as they pulled completely free, my mind float- on on the feel of having my butt opened and stuffed with his wide working- man's fingers. Hands reached across both sides of me and pressed into the mat- tress as legs and knees did the same farther down my body. Heat poured down on me from the hairy furnace of Uncle Russ' long muscular body. Something slick, hot, thick, and blunt prodded at my asscheeks until it slipped inside the cleft in between. Dull realization began to hit me. It was far off, and yet it tugged at the edges of my mind. Somewhere in my head, I knew what was coming. I knew it...wanted it...and, wanted it desperately. But even so, part of me kept the full knowledge from hitting home and left me in a state of heated disbelief. The resistant disbelief began falling slowly away as that big thick cock nudged its way further into my crack. Deeper into my cleft that wide hard club of meat probed. Further inside it delved until it slid suddenly and quickly right up against its target. Most of me now knew what was coming while a small part remained unable to process what was about to happen. Pressure increased....I could feel the swollen lips of my hole unfurling and easing over the thick wide head of that meaty bat of a cock forcing its way through. Further, my hole opened and gave way. I could feel the broad head of Uncle Russ' big stud-dick moving deeper into me one slow centimeter at a time. Though he was going incredibly slowly and had prepared my ass for his cock with his fingers, a soft dull ache still warmed its way through my body. It wasn't enough to make me want to pull away. No, he'd manipula- ted my hole so expertly earlier that the pressure only increased my excite- ment as well as my awareness of his much bigger size and the decades separating our ages. Deeper, Uncle Russ pressed...my hole continuing to expand over the blunt head of his glorious cock. The slow drawn-out entry served to set my mind focused only on the thick meat forcing my young hole open. My whole body shuddered when the ridge of that mighty cockhead pushed through and my asshole slipped over and behind it to grip the beginning of Uncle Russ' thick steely shaft for dear life. I was thrown down a sightless ocean of a whirlpool of deep, profound, all-consuming emotions. Love, completion, fire, and total submission thun- dered through me like an avalanche of life-changing awareness. I let myself fall deeper without reaching to slow my descent as the power of the man a- bove me and that of his wrist-thick ten inch cock took complete ownership of every aspect of my body and mind. With just the broad head of that awe- inspiring all rugged male meat inside my ass, I knew Uncle Russ had already taken me somewhere from which there was no turning back. The head and shaft swelled and flexed just inside me, the girth toy- ing with the tightly stretched ass-ring pulsing with my heated heart rate around its cumbersome width. Inward, Uncle Russ pushed. My eyes opened wide while my fingers and toes curled...my brain rolling over itself inside my head. More of that gigantic fat cock moved into me. Slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, Uncle Russ fed that huge hard meat masterfully up into my ever widening ass. I felt at a loss to comprehend all that thick steely flesh opening and sink- ing carefully into my own inexperienced body. It seemed as if that fat column of adult mule-dick pushed my eyes to strain behind closed lids and forced more and more air from my chest while my panting became rapid, labored, and shortened. Deeper, he moved...slowly still, cautiously. The further he sunk that massive swollen cock into my teenage body, the more heat rose within and around me. I felt it start in my face and spread downward until it was warm- ing my legs as if I were laying beside a blazing fire. I began to feel as if I was rising and falling, riding the gentle waves of the ocean on a warm summer day when I noticed that sensation quickening. I'd been unaware he'd lowerered himself onto his elbows until thick chest and stomach hair pressed into my skin. Even as he pushed still more of his thick long cock into me, Uncle Russ slid his hairy muscled torso slowly left and right across my back. Sturdy hairy thighs came down onto the bed alongside mine and pressed into my much smaller body posessively, clamp- ing me inside their much more mature strength. My body raced to awareness at the same time as my mind. The huge adult cock inside me hit something that refused to let it move any further. Dull pain hit deep within me and then quickly receded when Uncle Russ stopped his ass-stretching progression. I had no idea how much of that wonderful fat cock he'd been able to stuff up inside me, but I felt cheated I wasn't going to get every thick inch of sturdy adult male meat. I could feel my once tiny asshole gripping, clenching, and throbbing around the big man's heavy girth as the dull ache up somewhere deep inside my stomach began to fade from my mind. I could feel the wiry coat of copper and silver curls bristling over every inch of his skin scraping against mine while the weight of Uncle Russ' much bigger and stronger body pressed me into the mattress. I could feel his rounded hairy stomach pushing into my back, that part of him that made him every bit as confident, relaxed, and masculine as his strong muscle, towering form, and thick pelt of body hair. I could feel his breath and beard against my ear and smell the liquor on his breath, though I had no idea when he'd moved his handsome face that close to mine. It hit me that I couldn't feel his crotch. I couldn't feel the wealth of hair surrounding rugged Uncle Russ' fat beast of a cock buried deep within me. How much was left? How much more thick cock was there on my handsome uncle's hot athletic body that wasn't yet inside me? The question was cut short when the tall hairy man began slowly haul- ing that big horse-dick backwards from the tight glove formed by the gripping tunnel inside of my body. Pulling that long fat cock from within me was every bit as excrutiatingly incredible as the slow deep push in, if not even more so not that my hole itself and the pathway inside were stretched out tautly over the length and breadth of Uncle Russ' big beautiful hard meat. Fire, electricity, and trembling shock shot through me as my body be- trayed my intention of pretending sleep. I could feel my body curving inward. I could feel myself heaving un- derneath Uncle Russ as strong hairy arms slid under my chest and pulled me tighter against him. I was so caught up in everything exploding inside me, I didn't register that he'd pulled his lengthy fat cock almost all the way out of my hole until my big brawny uncle began stuffing it back inside. The return to filling my smaller body up with his huge thick cock seemed to double everything firing off inside me. I choked on my own breath as I all but sobbed in response as quietly as I could manage. Deeper into me, Uncle Russ stroked that hard raw bat of fleshy steel unti he reached that place inside where he could go no further. As he began drawing back out, thick abrasive thumbs flicked across my young nipples. New fire ricocheted through every part of my body as I bucked underneath him, only his much heavier weight and greater length of physique hold me from flopping around like a small trapped animal. I felt as if miles of wrist-thick cock were being dragged from deep in- side me and turning my asshole itself into a straining band of convulsing ec- stacy. My asshole burned with need around that thick hard adult meat...des- perate for more of the mind-blowing pleasure it poured into me as I felt the wide ridge behind the flaring head pulled my asshole outward momentarily. Back into me, Uncle Russ pushed...dragging my asshole back inward. Again, the feeling of miles of hard fat cock being forced up inside me left me in worshipful awe over the tremendous size of my big uncle's thick stud dick. As my hips rolled and twisted with the huge re-invasion into my young naive body, I felt my own rigid prick sliding through a thick pool of something wet and slippery. I'd shot my load! When my body and mind had been on overload...that must've been what the heaving fireworks going off inside me had been. I hadn't touched my prick. Nothing had. Suddenly, I felt as if I'd stumbled into something...stumbled onto a man more incredible than anyone else alive. I realized I loved him. As that big fat cock pushed its way back into my overstretched asshole, it hit me this was more than a crush now. For him, I realized in that same moment, it was probably completely different. I was probably nothing more than a tight young body for him to fuck and blow his wad inside. I didn't care. I'd hero-worshipped the big man for as long as I could remember. Him introducing my teenage body to his huge cock and sex for the first time in my life left me light-years past starry-eyed appreciation for the handsome, strong, tall, bearded, hairy man. All this went through my head in a matter of seconds. Uncle Russ was already dragging that big thick baseball bat cock back out of me, and sending my tight fifteen year old asshole back into a clenching and convulsing fit of extreme pleasure. His breathing was growing quicker. The smell of him was growing stronger, the rich scent of hairy mature male pits and seething crotch soaked the air around me. The hair and skin of his body was quickly becoming damper. He pushed back in more quickly. The long deep stroke of that incred- bly thick cock across my pulsating hole and deep into my belly left me swim- ming in the amazing things he was doing to my whole body from within the tunnel of my ass. Less cautious now, he hit that place inside me where his huge cock would go no further. This time, though, he accidentally hit it with a bit more force. My body tensed, something it seemed as if he'd noticed as he stop- ped momentarily before resuming his increased pace and hauling that mas- sive cock back out and tortorously through my tender begging hole. Back inside he drove less slowly until he hit that place again with even a bit more force than before. My body contracted and my lungs pulled in a sharp gasp. It seemed as if it might have been intentional, this soft shoving against the closed portal to him driving deeper into me. The dull pain hit again, only to be eased away by him pulling back. It felt as if Uncle Russ wanted to force his way through, but didn't want to hurt me in the process. Out to just behind the fat head of that magnificent cock, Uncle Russ pulled his fat hard meat from me. Immediately he began yet another deep probe into my crazed young ass. About two-thirds of the way toward that mysterious stopping place within me, his big hairy arms and legs tightened to iron around me. His chin dug into my scalp on the side of my head at the same time as quick hot breath teased and tormented the curves of my ear. His cock began swelling, flexing, and jerking wildly inside me as he came in contact with the closed ring inside me blocking his further depth. Pressure came and went in rapid succession against that place while that dull ache returned and Uncle Russ continued pressing firmly onward this time. Everything came together in my head and I realized he was shooting his thick white-hot load against that spot and whitewashing the inside of my ass with his erupting blasts of heavy adult cum. The more firmly he pushed, the more that big thick cock spewed hot cum against the tight portal inside me...the more that ring opened and clench- ed down on his mammoth horse-meat in rapid time with the clenching of my fifteen year old ass hole. It was as if two fists gripped his huge cock at both ends and were milking and squeezind that big dick in a desperate synchron- ized rhythm. "Awwwwwww fuuuuuck......." The words were strained, barely less than silent, and almost pained as his thick horse-cock breached that inner opening and every inch of that ten inch ass-enslaver plowed in to the hilt. Both inner and outer assrings went wild with the pleasure mixed with pain. My ass, from one end to the other..gripped, pulled, squeezed, and grabbed at Uncle Russ' long and incredibly thick adult cock insanely as it jumped and heaved inside me. I felt my own prick begin to jerk and jab into the mattress below me in time with the convulsions ripping through the tight invaded core of my teen body. While Uncle Russ flooded my young ass with thick loads of his mature male cum, my own shot into the sheets and added as second pool of fifteen year old cock cream into the first. Tears poured from my eyes as my body bucked and flailed under my uncle's more powerful weight...my ass grabbing and milking his long thick cock like it erupted life itself deep into my very soul. My body pushed my frantic ass back against him and then forward again in the tight confines of his hot hairy body pinning me underneath him... sliding my unloading prick back and forth in its own creamy spewing load. Cumming at the same time as my tall, muscular, hairy, handsome, bearded uncle left me feeling as if I were hanging from the edge of the world by only the barest of fingertips. It felt like time stretched out into hours as I lay below him riding out both the unloading of my own prick and that of the huge cock shoved all the way up inside me. Just as it had felt as if the length of that big amazing cock would go on forever as he'd forced his way into me or hauled its mas- sive girth back out, so too did it feel as if the cum belching from the fat head of that humungous commanding cock would go on flooding my ass long into the night. As shooting both our loads finally showed signs of subsiding, Uncle Russ began slowly catching his breath and easing that cum-coated beast of a cock between his strong hairy thighs from deep within my exhausted and overwhelmed young body. The more thick throbbing cock he pulled from my ragged raw hole, the more amazed I became Uncle Russ had thrust his entire ten inch mule-dick up into my astonished much younger body. More and more fat, swollen, drenched, flexing mule dick pulled from inside me while my mind struggled to pull its disjointed pieces back together. I barely felt his heavy, muscular, hairy weight easing away from my stunned form...barely registered his hands stroking my legs and ass in a soft comforting touch, nor the gentle kiss from his handsome bearded face before I drifted off to sleep with the last of my tears drying on my cheeks. (To be continued.) Other stories: Discovering Uncle Tip http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/discovering-uncle-tip/ Teddy's Discovery http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/teddys-discovery/ Hay Baling and Uncle Buck http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/hay-bailing-and-uncle-buck/ Bad Uncles and Dads http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/bad-uncles-and-dads/