Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2011 12:12:15 -0700 (PDT) From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 1. Uncle Don This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author's imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time. This story may contain scenes of a graphic nature between father and his sons, or under age boys and adult males, which may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. 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I thought he had the coolest truck...a 1987 Ford F150 with his welding equipment attached into the bed, fog lights on the roof, and jacked up on oversized tires. I wanted one just like it bad! I walked over to where it was parked just off the road and quietly climbed into the driver's seat..we lived on the outskirts of a small small town, population 308, so no one ever locked anything. I sat there imagining what it would be like to drive it, feeling like the rather worn truck make me look rough and rugged. That description fit Uncle Don to a tee, and added to the appeal of the truck. At 6'2," Uncle Don was an imposing man who'd always intimidated me, and most other folks, with his booming voice and bulldozer attitude. I'd always felt kind of sorry for Aunt Ann and their two daughters because he seemed to always be cussing and ranting about something at the top of his lungs. His nickname among family and friends was FF, for Fred Flint- stone because of his huge hands and feet along with the shaggy dark hair he sported half the year. That was where any similarities to the cartoon charac- ter ended, though. He had one of those faces that looked like it was built to put put people in their place. A jutting square chin that widened into a severe jawline layed under a short bristly dark beard that never seemed to be completely filled out nor neatly clean shaven. A long straight nose sat bet- ween sharp high cheekbones, and harsh dark eyes sat in a wide permanent squint under thick slashing eyebrows and a strong broad forehead. He only had his hair cut twice a year, so it went from a jet black close-cut flat top to a shaggy shoulder-length mop of waves that alternated black with sunbleached brown and red. A dark tan covered most of his tall rangy physique as he went around shirtless in cut-off jean shorts when not on a job or going out someplace with Aunt Ann. They were always paired with the beat-up workboots he wore whether in long pants or shorts. It would've looked odd on anyone else. On Uncle Don, though...well, it was just him. Along with his rugged face came a rugged physique. Not built in a gym or particularly impressive, he was just a mass of the kind of work- driven muscle found on a lot of hard working blue collar men. His chest and forearms had a light smattering of dark curling hair that became a carpet over his tight belly, legs, and a wide triangle at the base of his spine just above his waist. At fourteen, I wanted to look just like him. I wanted to be a nice guy, though, and not the raging tower of intimidation he was. I would look at myself in the mirror...5'5," slender, hairless, green-eyed, and blonde... wondering whether my soft boyish looks would grow into looking like my mother's english and swedish side of the family, or Dad and Uncle's Don German and Italian ancestry. Uncle Don's floor mat was covered in pebbles, leaves, grass and twigs. So, I got back out and shook it all off before leaning in to put it back...it didn't cross my mind at the time that he might notice. That's when I found them. Under his seat were five porno magazines and a slender square metal box. Four of the magazines were hard core pictures of men and women in heavy graphic sex scenes, some of which involved the use of rope and neckties for bondage. I was shocked as they were nothing like the Playboy and Penthouse magazines I'd seen before that were mostly articles. These were nothing but big glossy close-up pictures of plain men with huge dicks and even plainer women with big tits going at it there was no tomorrow. Another surprise was yet to come, though. The fifth magazine was just like the first four, but of men together! Doing all the same things, but ruggedly-handsome rough-looking men in place of the average men and busty women in the first magazines. I'd been excited looking at the first ones, though also nervous about being caught. Now, my dick was rock hard and I was entranced looking at these super-masculine men sucking on huge mean-looking cocks and taking them up their rear ends! I finished flipping through it when the metal box caught my eye again. My curiosity was on high as I pulled it out from under the seat and opened the lid to find the biggest shock of all. Inside were old polaroid pictures of three naked men. Only two were in the pictures at a time. In every picture, though, one of those men was Uncle Don! They were a much younger version of him, but they were undoubtedly of my Uncle Don. Younger with less body hair and a more youthful slender body, he must've been about nineteen or twenty. The dogtags on all three young men and the tropical brush in the background with part of a tent sometimes visible told me these were probably from back when he'd been in the army. Him having been in the army had always seemed distant even with the tattoos on each inner forearm...one of a naked woman with long hair and huge tits, and the other of an insignia with his troop number inside. Now, though, it was suddenly very real and intriguing. What struck me the most was the size of his cock. It looked a great deal like the ones in the magazine with only guys. Soft, it looked like a rubbery firehose hanging heavily from his slender hips, and I wondered if it looked so long and thick because he was so much more skinny in the pic- tures. Hard, it looked like a big club and about the same size as it'd been soft...and the low-hanging balls also looked huge with his meat no longer hanging over in front of them. When I looked at the other two men who seemed to be taking turns sucking on Uncle Don and taking it up their butts, there was no question that his cock was much bigger than either of their more average sized pricks. I took one of the pictures...one where the smaller of the two other guys who had a very boyish physique and a light, almost invisible, mustache was on his back with his legs in the air. He was clearly in heaven with his hand was on his dick while Uncle Don's cock was stuffed halfway inside his rear. I put everything back, closed the truck door, and went to the toolshed behind the house and furiously beat off. I snuck quietly back to his truck, terrified now of being caught, and put it back inside the metal box. For the next few years, I snuck into his truck whenever it was safe. The magazines changed over the years, but there was always one at the bottom of rough tough men getting it on. I'd flip through them all quickly except for that last one which I'd page through slowly while imagining Uncle Don and me in those position. Then, I'd always grab my favorite army polaroid, the same one I'd "borrowed" that first night, and go find a secluded place to stare at it and stroke out a load. Though the proof was right there in those pictures, I could never look at Uncle Don in person and imagine him with another guy. I figured it must've just been something he did back then because there were no women around. However, him habing those magazines of men and keeping the pic- tures stumped me. One day it was to become all too real and believable, though. Our lawn mower had gone out and Dad hadn't had the time to work on it. Mom sent me over to Uncle Don and Aunt Ann's to borrow theirs while ours waited for Dad to get to it. I drove over and found only Uncle Don's truck there, parked in their driveway and nosed partway into the garage with the hood up. I walked inside the garage and knocked on the door to the house when I didn't find him there. No one answered, so I walked into the laundry room and bathroom of the garage opposite from the garage door and looked out the window and across their large backyard. Uncle Don was out in their second garage way at the back where all their yard equipment was kept. The door to the small building was propped open, and I caught a glimpse of him moving around inside. I took off for his truck and quickly grabbed the magazines. They were all ones I'd seen a few weeks before, so I went for the polaroids. I grabbed my favorite and rubbed my dick through my shorts to a full hard-on, before ending my quick thrill and putting everything back. I noticed there were only eight pictures this time instead of the usual nine. I hoped he'd removed one temporarily, and not that I'd forgotten to put one back or had one slip out unnoticed when I'd gone through them last. After quietly pushing the door, shut I took a couple steps back into the garage when Uncle Don came barreling in through the outer door. He stopped, pulled off his cap, wiped the sweat from his brow, and slapped the cap back low over his forehead as he planted his hands on his hips and levelled a glaring gaze down on me. "Jus' get here?" He asked, almost in an accusing way that im- mediately left me feeling uncomfortable. "Uh, yeah, Mom said t'..." He cut me off impatiently, "Yeah, yeah, well I'm havin' t' drain n' change the transmission fluid, so your lil' errand is screwin' up my schedule. Long as you're here, your ass can give me a hand." He moved to the front of the truck and dropped down on his back on top of a towel spread mostly under the truck. "Had t' stop everything t' get that damned mower when your mama called," he continued, scooting under the truck...the movement causing the legs of his loose blue jean cut-offs to ride up and his balls and half his cock to spill out onto the towel. "Hand me that plastic tub," he ordered. I grabbed it without answering and leaned over to push it under- neath, the action putting my face about a foot away from his exposed equip- ment. I watched as his balls rolled and cock flopped from the movement of him placing the pan where he wanted it. "Now, hand me that three-quarter wrench." I did and stayed bent over watching his cock flop around more atheletically as he worked the bolt from the bottom of the transmission fluid pan. As sweaty as the rest of his body, it glistened in light and I decided to try to touch it lightly thinking he wouldn't notice or just attribute it to brushing against his thigh or shorts. The second I grazed my finger across the skin, he thundered from underneath the engine, "Okay! That's it!" And, began shoving his way back out. He moved so fast he knocked me backward onto my ass and I had to put my arms behind me to keep from falling onto my back. He rose up in front of me, the leg of his shorts caught on his cock and leaving half of it and his balls hanging out in front of me. He reached into his back pocket and then flicked the missing polaroid down onto the ground beside me. "This what you were lookin' for in my truck a few minutes ago, you lil' shit?!" I sat there speechless with terror, a million fears running through my head as he towered over me angrily. He must've been coming back from the yard shed and seen me through the window. For some stupid reason, I decided to lie anyway, "No, I was just..." "You were 'just' nuthin'! For a while now, I've been noticin' my stash not put back the way I had it. Had me fuckin' worried as all hell Ann'd found it, though she's got no reason t' ever go in my truck! N,' here it turns out it was your scrawny ass the whole time!" "You wanna look at my dick...you wanna look at your uncle's cock....here...look!" He yanked the leg of his shorts up and the full nine inch length and fat width of his aggressive looking meat spilled out. "You like them pictures, you lil' piece'a crap? You could'a asked like a man instead of goin' through my stuff without permission. What, you think I'd'a said 'no'?" He asked, continuing his booming tirade. "I...I..." I tried to answer, shaking in fear as I leaned back on the floor below him. "You want what's in them pictures...don'cha, y' lil' fuck. Got yourself all hot n' bothered thinkin' about tryin' it, didn't ya." His voice lowered with realization. "You wanna swing from Uncle Don's cock like those army grunts in them pictures, don'cha." "Well, git up here n' do it...I don't have all day t' satisfy your fuckin' curiosity." He grabbed the base of his rubbery length and shook the sweaty trouser-snake in my face. When I didn't move, he grabbed my head and shoved it against his meaty cock and thigh...pressing my face into the damp meat and the hairy leg. "Open up, fucker, suck on that cock...that's obviously what you want, so be a damned man about it!" He pulled back, grabbed his hardening cock by the base, and shoved it against my lips as I held my mouth closed tightly and brought my hands to his thighs to try to push him away. "Oh no, you fuckin' DON'T!" He growled through gritted teeth and pushed me backward onto the floor. He climbed on top of me as he rolled me over onto my stomach and reached for a rag laying near by. I heard the sound of it being ripped and then felt my hands being pulled behind my back. He pinned my wrists to my back and held me as I struggled while he tied the ripped rag tightly around them. He stood and pulled me to my knees, "Okay, we'll have no more of that chicken shit tryin' t' push me away...n' you're gonna man-up n' do what you've been apparently been wantin' t' do for quite some time, y' lil' bastard." He moved around in front of me and hauled his cock back up to my mouth, "Now, suck it!" I opened my mouth part way, feeling humiliated as the tears started rolling down my face. I'd never intended on anyone knowing I wanted to suck dick, I'd never wanted anyone to know that the thought of sex with another guy had begun turning me on...and, certainly not my big redneck uncle that'd started it all! "Open the fuck up, that big ol' thing's not goin' inside with you actin' like a lil' pussy!" He reached down with the hand not at the base of his cock and pressed his thumb and forefinger painfully into my cheeks where my jaw hinged...forcing my mouth wide as he shoved his cock inside. Just as quickly, he jerked it back out and the hand at his cock grabbed a fistfull of my hair and snapped my head back. "No teeth, goddamn it. You open that mouth up and suck, boy, just like you've been dreamin' about for god knows how fuckin' long! Now, SUCK IT." I did as I was told, his grip on my jaw and hair giving me little choice. This was not what I'd imagined! I'd pictured him laying back and me being able to do whatever I'd wanted...at my own pace. That would have never happened, though. I would have never had the nerve to even try anything for fear he'd either punch me or tell my parents and the rest of the family. He shoved his cock back into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat as he held me firmly in place. "Now, that's better, y' lil' sack'a shit!" He pulled back out and stuffed it back in. He leg go of my jaw and lessened his grip in my hair, beginning to pump his not yet fully hard meat in and out of my wide-stretched mouth. After strokes, he tilted my head further back and told me to relax my throat, "Pretend your at the doctor's and act like your sayin' 'Ahhh' " I didn't know what he meant as he pushed back in. He didn't stop when he came to the back of my mouth. "I said, say 'Ah,' boy. Now, open up." He pushed harder against the back of my mouth, just as I tried what he'd ordered me to do, and his fat flexible cock shoved past and lodged itself down into my throat! I freaked! I hadn't gotten a breath and wasn't prepared for having my air cut off. I convulsed below him, unable to do anything but struggle with my hands tied behind my back. My throat spasmned around his cock as he groaned above me, muttering, "Yeah, that's it...that's it..." before finally pulling out and letting me breathe. He reached down and slapped my cheek a couple times as I knelt there, chest heaving and a thick line of spit hanging from my lower lip to the thick head of his meaty cock. "You've had enough time t' breathe, get back on that fucker." He demanded and shoved it back in, hitting the back of my mouth and then shoving back into my throat. I knelt there as he built up a steady rhythm of forcing his meat in and out of my face. I wasn't sucking him. He was fucking me...fucking my face with that ogre cock. I could taste the salty sweat, the thick skin, my own spit, and something altogether different...salty too, but also kind of sweet and syrupy on my tongue. He pulled me forward onto him and bent his knees, both hands on the side of my face as he stuffed my throat over and over and picked up speed. "Oh yeah," he growled, low and tight, "you're about t' get what I'm jus' bettin' is your first taste of a man's load, y' sorry lil' fuck..." My eyes went wide as what he said hit me. I hadn't thought about this. It made sense. But, in all my times of beating off and fantasizing about Uncle Don's cock, I'd never thought about him cumming. I didn't want that in my mouth. I figured it would taste nasty and horrible, and the thought of having it shoot into my mouth grossed me out. I tried to shake my head in protest and gurgled, "Umm mmm!" as he continued building up speed. "Oh no, boy, you're gettin' it...you're takin' all my load jus' like you imagined every time you've whacked your measely lil' dick off thinkin' about blowing my fat fucker." "UMMM MMMM!!!!" I protested more loudly, as his breathing began coming hard and fast. He didn't understand, I HADN'T fantasized about that!!! "Ohhhhhhhhh YEAAAAAAAAH!!!" He grabbed my hair again in one hand and his cock in the other as he pulled out and splattered a thick wash of his cum across my left cheek. Aiming at the other, he then splattered the right cheek with his beefy spewing meat. I was just relaxing about not having him shoot off in my mouth when he shoved a few inches back inside and loads of his thick cum spewed over my tongue. When I tried to yell, my throat opened up and thick white jets of cum slid down instead. I was so disgusted, it took me a minute to realize it didn't taste bad. It was more of that salty, sweet, syrupy taste I'd gotten a little of before. I found I liked it...ALOT! And, for the first time in all this, I actually had a chance to do what I'd fantasized about now that he wasn't pistoning in and out of my throat, and began furiously sucking at his cock. I tightened my lips down and slid my tongue back and forth across the underside as his thick meat continued belching thick gobs of my uncle's load across it. I began sliding my mouth up and down what length I could get in without pushing it into my throat, and sucked for all I was worth. I leaned forward almost to the point of losing my balance when he finally began pulling that fat slab of drooling cock from my mouth...trying desperately to get any last bit of that thick tasty load from his balls. "Oh wow...." I mumbled as my head dropped when his dick finally escaped my lips, noticing my own dick...hard and aching...trapped inside my shorts and underwear. "Oh, we're not done, sweet meat...not by a long shot." He chuckled darkly. I started to look up in confusion as he walked behind me and pulled me up by the shoulders.. He pushed me outside of the garage, hard cock still standing out in front of him from the leg of his shorts. He moved me to the driver's side window. He pushed my head close to the glass, "Here, look at the face of the boy I'm about t' fuck." I looked and saw my own reflection. A seventeen year old boy with gobs of thick whitish cum coating both cheeks and gathering down along his jaw stood there coming to realize what he'd just heard. My head jerked around over my shoulder, stunned and not wanting to believe what I'd just heard. "Yeah." Was all he said, as he pushed me back inside the garage. He moved me over to his workbench, sweeping his tools to the side before he bent me over it. I warred with myself. Part of me was terrified and wanted to yell, 'NO!' Another part of me wanted this more than anything. The end result was that I layed there torn...silent...scared...and unable to move. "You want this, don'cha, you fuckin' lil' whore!" WHORE??? "I'm not a whore!!" I found my voice. "It's just that..." He jerked my shorts and underwear down my legs and then off both feet before placing both hands on either side of me. He leaned down close to my ear, "Oh yeah, boy, t'day, you're a whore. You're your Uncle Don's whore." He stayed there, the heat of his body magnifying the summer heat in the stuffy garage...his cock brushing up between my thighs and against my balls. "Aren'cha..." He asked, making it a statement and not a question. I laid there tense and unable to bring myself to respond with what I realized was the truth, breath coming in shallow short gasps with both heated desire and fear. Big rough calloused fingers slipped into the cleft of my sweaty asscheeks. "Slick, but not slick enough." His other hand reached around and scooped up some of his cum off my face and jaw. He shifted and smeared it into the valley of my ass and across my expectant hole. I expected a finger to slide inside, to make sure I was slippery enough for what was to come. His hand just reached up to scoop more cum from my face instead. I felt him behind me, shucking his shorts and coating his cock as his fist brushed my asscheeks a couple times in the process. The blunt head of his cock was suddenly pressing against my asshole. I layed there over the table, seeing a picture of the two of us in my mind as he prepared to take the virginity from my teenage ass. The head of his cock was short and wide, wider than the rest of his already thick shaft. I had a feeling the hardest part of this was going to be him forcing that huge cock into my inexperieced butthole. I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know whether this was going to hurt, or be okay. I got my answer. "Okay, now...I'm not gonna lie. This is gonna hurt..." He began pushing against me, but it wasn't going in. At first the pressure was hot and sexy, it felt good and made me tingle all over as I layed there over his workbench. As the pressure increased, though, a dull ache spread through me. He kept pushing and forching my hole to open, the dull ache turning to pain. "Oh Uncle Don, I can't. I'm sorry, but I just can't." I said desperately, embarassed and worried that he'd be pissed that he wasn't going to get what he expected. I should have known better. "I'll tell you what you can and can't do, you little piece'a crap," he uttered menacingly, "You don't fuck around with me and then think you can pussy out when it gets to the tough part, boy." He shoved harder and the broad head of his meat ripped into my hole, spreading it wide before it snapped back to strangle the shaft of his long cock just below the head. "AGGGGGHHHHHH, GOD, TAKE IT OUT...take it out, please!!!!" I cried, back arched and dancing back and forth from one foot to the other as pain throbbed through my whole body! "Okay," He responded quietly to my surprise and yanked the ass-splitting head of his cock from my over-stretched hole as I fell back onto the table trying to catch my breath. My relief died immediately when my underwear were suddenly being stuffed inside my mouth and his cock was back at my hole. I yelled into my impromptu gag as he punched inside again, my hole aching and throbbing as his cock stretched my hole impossibly wide. I continued yelling as he fed more of his nine-inch cock into my ass...chuckling the time at my plight. He pulled back out a few inches till just the head was still left side, my yelling subsided to gasping breaths for air as the pain subsided. Without warning, Uncle Don slapped my ass making me jerk and the edge of the table come in contact with the base of my dick. "You like that, fucker?" He growled, reaching up to yank my underwear from my mouth. "No!" I replied, still gasping for air. "What?" He smacked my ass again. "No, damn it!" He reached under me and grabbed my rigid dick with the other hand, chuckled, "Uh huh..." and then smacked my ass yet again. He knew he had me! "Now....what did you say?!" I layed there silent in humiliation. "Can't hear ya, peckerhead!" "Yes...." I managed to whisper, not wanting his hand to come crashing down on my ass again. "Yes, WHAT?!!" He demanded and a few inches of his thick cock back inside me as he slapped my ass even harder. Some switch inside me flipped, and I was suddenly turned on more than ever, something in the power and force of the big man was now turning up the heat inside me instead of the fear. "Yes, SIR," I cried at the impact. "I do. I do like it!" Tears formed in my eyes at the admission. I didn't want to like it, but there was no denying at this point that I did. Even if it hurt, I wanted this big man to fuck me. He pulled back out and then shoved back in to where he'd been before plus a few inches. "Sooooooo fuckin' TIGHT! Jesus, y' lil' bastard, loosen up... you're fuckin' squeezin' too damned tight!" He smacked my ass again, making me jerk and clamp down even tighter. "Relax, fucker, RELAX!!!" He slapped my ass hard three times, then shoved my underwear back in my mouth...leaving me yelling into them as the stinging subsided. "There, boy, that's better..." He said as he thrust the rest of his monster cock all the way up inside my bowels. I lifted rigidly up off the table...gasping now, but not from pain. Having his body shoved so far up inside my own left me feeling stuffed and bloated with my uncle's oversized meat. I felt his domination of me even more than from wrists being tied behind my back. Through the lessening pain, I somehow felt warm and complete...and, in love with the feeling of his thick shaft filling me up! "Oh yeah!" He groaned, raking his rough hands down my sides to my hips. Strong fingers dug into my skin as he began smoothly skewering his fat cock in and out of my cum-lubed hole, rocking my body on the table underneath him as he used my ass to stroke his meat. All I could do was lay there and groan...moan and shudder...as he used me. As the pain in my ass was replaced by an intermittent dull ache, the stroking of his bull meat against the walls of my ass and tormented pucker sent waves of intense pleasure rolling through me. He pushed into me over and over, branding the inside of my ass with his searing hot cock. The feel of those big hands holding onto my hips and wrists secured behind my back emphasizing his control and ownership of my body. The thusting turned to pounding as the air around me the sounds of his grunting and the wet slapping of mature thighs against teenage ass filled the air along with the smells of grease, gas, and rugged sweaty man. He reached down and grabbed one of my legs behind the knee and forced it up onto the table, spreading my ass wide and tight. I felt like a whore he'd called me with my ass spread and exposed so openly. I felt even more depraved when I noticed was pushing my hole back hungrily on each slam of his insistent pounding...wanting more and more of the fat cock pum- meling my ass. He thundered and began piledriving my smaller body with his hard mule dick, "Oh fuck, lil' bastard, here it COOOOOOOOOMES!!!" I was too turned on at the time to be shocked when a big rough paw grabbed my seven and a half inch dick. With the pounding of his cock deep inside the tunnel he'd made of my ass, his touch on my dick was all it took. I immediately began spewing my load into his hand as he unloaded into my bowels. "Squeeze it...milk it, boy...milk that cock with your horny tail!" He demanded as his pounding of my tight seventeen year old ass turned it into a sloppy gaping dump for his huge load. "Ah yeah! That's it..." He grumbled distantly as I clamped my assring down on his spewing meat and then released it repeatedly...doing my best to do as he'd ordered while his pounding slowed to a lazy humping of his bulky meat in and out of my leaky assring. I heard the pop as he pulled his cock from my battered hole, and felt the slimy liquid from inside stream down one thigh as his hands roughly jerked the knot in the torn rag tied at my wrists and pulled my underwear from my mouth. "Now, clean yourself up for fuck's sake," he said, disdainfully, and tossed my wet underwear into my face. As I did, he turned and yanked his cut-offs on over his work- boots, "N,' don't bring that mower back t'nite. Bring it back t'morrow mornin' once your aunt leaves for church. Mower's out back, lemme know if y' need help gettin' it in your truck." With that and without another look at me, he layed down and scooted back underneath the engine of his truck....hefty cock and balls spilling out the leg of his frayed cut-offs once again...shinier than before with the slick coating of cum drying now in the summer air. I brought the mower around and got it in the bed of my pick-up. I was about to climb in the cab when he called out from under his truck again. "Your aunt leaves for church at 8:30. Don't be late, fucker." I drove off still reeling from everything that'd just happened. Picturing him under his truck, hairy bare legs in wookboots and ragged cut- offs, cap pulled low over his eyes, sweat covering his tanned skin...I knew I'd be there no earlier than 8:40.......