Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2016 18:08:06 +0000 From: odanny dannyo Subject: Butt-Busting Uncle Cliff Butt-Busting Uncle Cliff For young Billy, back-door balling was never better! He had heard from some of the older guys that they used to do that to their ho's. But at 11 he really wasn't sure what all that meant. What he didn't know was where his life was heading. He knew he liked watching the brothas playing b ball in the neighborhood park. He would sit on the bench and watch for hours, watching the brothas work up a sweat, and watching the beads of sweat rolling down the well-formed bods of these hot bros. Billy found himself sitting closer and closer towards the end of the bench which was kinda set off to the side and he could look down the alley between the court and the building next to it. Some of the guys would have to piss and when they did they would go into the alley and do their biz. Sometimes a guy or two would pull down their shorts under their balls and they would pull their wife beaters out from being tucked in the back of their shorts and wipe their faces and bods to remove the sweat when they were doing that it would pull their dick and balls higher up, pissing all the time. Billy loved that, he also liked when the uncut guys would pull the skin back over the purplish head of their dicks. Some of the guys would pull their shorts down to their knees, take a wide stance, letting the breeze (when there was one), between their legs and all over their ass'. Most of the time when their piss was ending they would let their sweaty butts tighten up to squeeze out the last drops of yellow fluids out of their dicks. If Billy looked real hard he could see dimples on some of those asses. Billy never understood or even questioned what looking at these hot bros meant, he just enjoyed it.. He never even did it (watched) from the corner of his eyes he would actually turn his head to watch. It never did dawn on him that others might be watching him. They did notice, and pissing became more frequent, and the bros would hold their pricks longer than before, and some would rather than shake their dick to get rid of the last drops. Their dicks would start to get hard and they would put their dicks back inside their pants and come out of the alley smiling, at Billy, Billy just smiled back without thinking of anything other than the guys were just being friendly. None of the guys ever did anything to him.. They figured at 11 it was just too dangerous. Not even thinking how easy it might have been, to get their rocks off with him, with just the right encouragement. Billy never even realized that he wanted them to. At home Uncle Cliff was spending some time with Billy and his Dad. The apt was small, just two bedrooms, one for him and one for his dad. The second bedroom was actually the living room. And that is where Billy slept. Now that Uncle Cliff was going to stay there, he took Billy's bed and Billy slept on the floor, at least the first night. But during that first night Uncle Cliff had gotten up and picked Billy up on the bed with him. Billy woke the next morning with a start. Uncle Cliff just smiled at him and told him he knew the floor must have been uncomfortable, and certainly the bed was big enough for both of them. That's a bit of the background, now it is time for Billy to tell you the story himself. My uncle Cliff snorted and rolled over in his sleep. I woke up and looked over groggily. There was just enough moonlight spilling in through the window for me to get a good look at him. Like all the men (well it was just my Dad and me) in our family, he slept in his undershorts. As my eyes adjusted to the dimness, I saw something extraordinary hanging out of his boxers. The head of my uncle's cock was peeking through the fly of his shorts and the longer I watched, the longer it got I thought he must be having one hell of an erotic dream. And I flashed back to the bros on the court and in the alley. This was so much better. Seeing something like that woke me up completely. It also stirred my ever-horny 11-year-old dick. I rolled onto my stomach as I stared transfixed at my uncle's crotch, grinding my stiffening poker against the mattress in the meantime. I don't know why but I was beginning to get the idea why watching those guys was such pleasure. As he continued snoring unevenly Uncle Cliff's cockhead worked further and further out of his boxer shorts. Certainly I'd noticed his basket before, always checking it out whenever he came to visit. I'd sneak a peek when he was lying by the neighborhood pool in the wet gym shorts he used as trunks, and I definitely eyed him when he paraded around the house in his boxers. Since there were no women in the house, that was pretty much all the time. My mouth always watered when I saw that big lump of sausage swinging down the left leg of his shorts. It was lots bigger than the guys at the playground. Man, this guy was definitely packing a slab of prime meat! And for some reason my mouth began to water when I would see him. A couple of times I got a glimpse of the fat cockhead when it poked below the leg of his shorts, but I'd never seen the whole thing. Not until now, that is. As I watched anxiously and ground my young hard-on against the mattress, a little more of Uncle Cliff's meat inched out of those boxers. And then a little bit more. I was really disappointed when the moon went behind a cloud, and after an agonizing wait it emerged brighter than ever, flooding the room with light. "Damn!" I breathed. As he lay on his side, Uncle Cliff's prick had almost completely escaped his shorts and was snaking across the bed in my direction. I swear I saw a good ten inches of black rock-hard dick with probably a couple more still inside his undershorts. I'd never seen a man's dick in my life and I got so damned excited I felt my prick surge with erotic energy. It was like I'd plugged my cock into an outlet supplying sexual current! My hunky uncle snorted again and coughed softly. He rolled onto his back, his big dick flopping onto his belly. Suspecting he was waking up, I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. When I heard some rustling noises, it was all I could do to keep my eyes shut. The noises were erratic at first and then steady and it sure wasn't hard to figure out what was going on. Uncle cliff was beating his meat less than a foot away from me! Up until now I had never even thought of my hand doing that,, I knew that it felt good against the mattress, and so that is how I always did it, until that feeling came over me. Very slowly, I opened one eye and stifled a gasp at what I saw. Uncle Cliff had shoved his shorts down to his knees and was pumping at least a foot of what was now a shiny pre-cumed cock! I was dying to grab my prick and pump along with him, but I didn't dare move. It seemed like I lay there forever listening to my hunky uncle stroke his stuff and when he finally came, his groans of ecstasy were incredibly loud. I couldn't help myself and ground my crotch against the mattress. That little bit of friction triggered a dry orgasm of my own and I stifled a strong urge to moan like my uncle. When I finished my little dry cumming, I seized the opportunity to pretend Uncle Cliff's moans had awakened me. I turned to look at him and muttered in a sleepy voice. "What's going on, Uncle Cliff?" "Nothing," he lied, quickly rolling onto his stomach to hide that mammoth, cum-oozing pole. "I just had a nightmare. Go back to sleep." "Yes sir." I lay still until his snoring resumed. I looked longingly at my uncle. If only he knew how much his horny nephew wanted to touch and somehow play with that gigantic tool. I finally drifted off to sleep and had wonderful dreams about Uncle Cliff's monster meat (now the terms I had heard meant something to me), I wanted to put it in my mouth, and to be like the ho's the guys talked about and having it pounding up my ass. I woke up with my briefs filled with my hard boy dick. It had been one helluva long night. I got up and ran to the bath room and did with my hand what Uncle Cliff had done to his dick. That day, Dad had the usual family gathering for his brother and worked hard to make it special. Since Mom and Dad divorced, Uncle Cliff visited a lot more often and that was fine with me. But the adult chatter finally bored me and I decided to go to bed. I was fast asleep when Uncle Cliff retired, and when I awoke sometime in the middle of the night, he was snoring soundly. I was a little disappointed when I noticed his cock was tucked inside those boxers, but just staring at his mostly naked body was a thrill. He was lying on his side, facing me, and I took inventory of that impressive bod so near and yet so far. Uncle Cliff had worked as a longshoreman for close to twenty of his 38 years. All that physical labor had honed his body to perfection. His powerful pecs stirred as he slept, covered by a nest of curly black hair that swirled around tiny brown nipples. His belly was the classic washboard style, flat and firm, and his thighs reminded me of oak trees. I loved the way his black hair fanned out over his strong chest before forming a trail leading down around his navel. The night before was the only time I'd seen the thick dense thicket of tightly curled black fur that surrounded the base of his thick cock and dusted his heavy ball bag. When I thought about those furry orbs, I swear my mouth started watering. You know how you see something you want to eat, but you don't know whether or not to actually eat it. His big, bulging biceps were really something to see, too. Uncle Cliff used them to the max when he Indian-wrestled with my father, something poor Dad never stood a chance at winning. More than once I'd gotten a partial hard-on watching the two brothers gripping hands, shirtless, sweating, muscles straining for a victory. Believe me, that was some sight! With a nose broken three times from brawls, no one would really call Uncle Cliff a handsome man. But he practically exuded an animal sexuality that drove women wild and made me a little crazy, too. As l lay there fantasizing about this sleeping giant, my dick grew steadily harder until it hurt inside my snug briefs. I thought about Uncle Cliff's actions last night and decided if he could be bold enough to pull out his meat and jack it, then why couldn't I do the same damned thing? It felt so good in my hand this morning, so I knew I would always do it that way, no more mattresses for me! Since he'd never remarried after his divorce, I'd never had suspicions about his sexuality anyway. I really had no idea what `sexuality' meant. It was just another word that was running somewhere around in my mind, just another word that I didn't understand. If he woke up, this just might be my chance to learn the truth. I kept as still as possible while shoving my undershorts down to my knees just like my uncle had done. My prick was nowhere near as big as his, but it was a perfectly respectable 4 1/2-incher that was real thick at the base and had the kind of knob that had I known anything might have choked a good many guys' throats. I grabbed it proudly and started stroking. I kept my eyes on Uncle Cliff's crotch as I pumped my prick toward full erection. In the moonlight, I began to see the enormous shaft as it strained against the thin cotton of his white boxers. A couple of times he coughed softly and shifted a little, moving so close I could feel his body heat and smell the coffee on his breath. At first, it seemed that the lump inside his shorts got a little bigger. Of course, it was probably my imagination, or maybe just wishful thinking. But no! His dick was definitely getting bigger. I slowed down my fist, wanting to enjoy what might be getting ready to poke its big head out of my uncle's boxers like it had the night before. I lay there, one hand barely stroking my aching dick, the other cupping my balls. As I stared intently, sure enough Uncle Cliff's prick worked its way out of that gaping fly again and started swelling. He was lying so close that his huge flanged cockhead almost touched my leg and I held my breath as he coughed and shifted closer still. Contact! Uncle Cliffs prick rubbed against my leg, just the knob at first and then a good hunk of the shaft as he shoved forward with his crotch. My whole body trembled when I felt his hardness and I looked toward his face. His eyes were wide open and a half-smile curled his lips. "I reckon you and me have the same thing on our mind tonight, Billy." "Huh? I guess so," I said, swallowing hard. Uncle Cliff licked his lips and moved even closer, shoving his stiff poker against my hand. Then he draped a powerful arm over my shoulders and pulled me so close our bodies were touching everywhere. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven, especially when I heard his husky proposition. "You wanna do it together, nephew?" "Yes! Please show me what to do." "What to do? You telling me you're a virgin?" "I don't know what that word means Uncle." "Oh my Lord, chil, you got some learning ta do, and I'm gonna be only too happy to teach ya." "You mean like sex stuff?" "Well, more like man to man sex stuff which is the hottest sex." I hissed, breath going out of me in one long gasp. "Then let's take these off, huh?" Uncle Cliff tugged down my briefs before removing his boxers. His great prick sprang free and flopped loudly on his belly like it had done the night before. Precum (now I knew what that was, musta been stuff that made his dick all shiny, last night cuz it started oozing from his cock as we snuggled together and I experienced for the first time the crush of his cock. It fell monstrous, bigger than ever, and unbelievably hard considering its hugeness. (They tell me it is a black trait) But that sensation was nothing compared to what came next. "Go on," Uncle Cliff said, sighing loudly. "Touch it." My hand was trembling as I reached out and stroked my uncle's big dick. It was even bigger around than I thought and while that discovery was somehow thrilling, I was beginning to understand what the fascination was with the dudes on the court. It was also a disappointment it meant I'd never be able to get it in my mouth! To give what the guys called a blow job. Uncle Cliff must've realized it, too, because he pushed my head gently toward his crotch and told me to lick it. "Just pretend it's a lollipop, Billy." Naturally I did as he asked, mouth watering like crazy as I lapped at that heavily-veined shaft and tongued it from one end to the other. I loved the way Uncle Cliff moaned when I licked underneath the fat, flanged head and then tongued that incredibly dense nest of curly pubic hair. I saw his balls there loose and layin on the sheets, I had already been licking on his stick, what if I tried to put them in my mouth and I did, well just having them in my mouth meant nothing so I sucked on his balls until they were soaked with my spit and consoled myself by putting them into my mouth. If I couldn't suck my uncle's cock, cuz it was so big, at least I could do something else with his big, furry balls! More moans from him told me I was doing something right! "Lemme see what you got," he said finally. Uncle Cliff slipped a hand roughly between my legs and seized my bone-hard erection. He stroked it for a minute or two, occasionally grabbing a handful of what would soon be my cum-swollen nuts. When I grew a bit older. He grunted approvingly. "You got a nice piece of meat, Billy. I mean for a chil like you." "Nothing like yours though!" I gushed. He chuckled softly. "Well, you might say your dad and I got real lucky in that department." I'd never seen my father naked and blurted my next question. "Dad's got a whanger like yours?" "Matter of fact, your old man's got almost an inch on me. That's why I don't gloat too much when I beat him Indian wrestling. You always try to beat a man who's better than you and bigger seems to be better. I always have to find a way to be better than him at least in some respects." "Damn!" I thought for a minute. "When did you two compare cocks?" "Just this morning," Uncle Cliff laughed. "Surprised?" "I'll say!'' "Guess you're old enough to know I'm one of the reasons your dad got a divorce. We started fooling around about ten years ago, and, well, that's all you need to know for now. Your mouth feels real good, Billy." "Thanks," I mumbled, trying to comprehend everything Uncle Cliff had told me. It was almost too much for me, so I concentrated on his big dick again. I shuddered when I felt his hand slide down my back and squeeze my butt cheeks. "Know what I'd really like best, Uncle Cliff? I want to be like those ho's the guys talk about when they are on the court playing ball." "Reckon I do at that, it sure can be nice when it gets done proper. Ain't nothin warmer or tighter than sliding into a man's back door, so to speak. But a man's gotta be real shur there's a willingness" he said, probing between the cheeks of my ass for the magic hole, or maybe what he was callin a man's back door. I jumped when he found it and wormed his finger inside a little ways. "But I want you to tell me. That is tell me if that's what you really hungry for. Ta be good they's got to be a hunger." "I want you to stick that big thing up my ass! I know I got a hunger for it now!" I gasped as his finger slid in to the third knuckle with no difficulty at all. I wiggled my ass and was rewarded with two fingers sliding up my loosening asshole. "See how much I can open up for you?" "Yes, siree!" Uncle Cliff said with a lusty chuckle. "I think we just might have ourselves a real party fore the night's out!" "Me too!" I said eagerly. "But that means I got to work on you a while. I know you're real enthusiastic and really want it bad, but this thing between my legs is a lot bigger than you might think. I don't want to hurt you or nothing." "Oh, I know you won't!" I said, my asshole twinging at the very thought of having that slab of timber shoved up my butt. "See. I'm still opening up for you. Right!" Uncle Cliff wasn't even listening. "You just leave things to me. Believe me; I know what I'm talking about. I took yer Paw's cherry, was the only way I'd let him fuck me was ifn he'd let me do it to him first. And Billy my whole body wanted him up my back door; I'd been cravin it for years." There was no sense in arguing with the man, what was ta argue bout, I'd been wantin it, even when I didn't know what I wanted from the guys on the b.b. court. But I knew deep inside that he had my best interest at heart and put myself totally in his hands. He pulled me to my hands and knees and spread my butt cheeks wide so he could probe better with his fingers. He sucked and nibbled and had my hole all spitted up, so there was some slide to it. He worked my rubbery asshole with those two fingers until I was really starting to loosen up. I was expecting a third finger any minute, but Uncle Cliff knew what he was doing. Instead he leaned down and licked the crevice between my sweaty buttocks, lapping noisily at my well-spit up asshole. His tongue was hot and a lot longer than I thought especially when he pulled my cheeks wide apart and plunged in deep. "You like getting tongue-fucked, Billy?" "Oh, yeah!" I cried. "Is this what women feel when guys eat their pussy?" "Boy this is the only pussy I want, who cares what those bitches feel like, I only know what it feels like to me, when I get that hunger." I was trying hard to sound more knowledgeable than I really was. I'd never even been rimmed before, much less had anybody stick their tongue up my ass. But then I'd never been with as worldly a man as Uncle Cliff either. FUCK never been naked with a man, or played at man-sex. By the time he'd finished working my asshole with his tongue, I was ready for three fingers at a time. They slipped in deep without any trouble, but my uncle still spent a good ten minutes working to loosen my hole even more. Shit! I wanted his dick so bad I could hardly stand it, and my throbbing poker was drooling something all over the bed. But I didn't have any choice in the matter, nor did I want a choice, I was new to this and so everything depended on Uncle Cliff and I wished like hell he'd hurry up and give me some of that giant prick! "Got any lube?" he asked finally. "What you mean greasy stuff? There's some stuff in the bathroom I think," I said, running to the bathroom to get something. He grabbed the Vaseline I brought and nodded. "This ought to do it." He gave my asshole another reaming with three now greasy big fingers and then rolled onto his back. "Best thing to do is let you sit down on it, Billy. That way you can control things and make sure I don't hurt you." "Anything you say, Uncle Cliff." "Okay, nephew. Grease it up!" I have to admit when I straddled his flat belly and reached behind my back to grab his rammer, I quickly realized reaching back wouldn't do, not right now at least, I wanted what was joy in my head to see what I was doing. I took a dollop and smeared it all over the head of his pole, and then down the veins, down to the base of it, even got some into his black curly pubes.I did have fleeting second thoughts. So I grabbed a mess of grease and put it top of the head of his cock, figured that's where I need the most to get it in. When I realized I wanted something up my ass that was bigger around than my fist, I knew Uncle Cliff had been right to work on my ass rather than just shoving the thing inside. Still, as I greased his massive meat, I hoped I could do everything I promised. I turned around to face him and said "Here goes." I pressed that enormous flanged cockhead against my tender, well-stretched asshole and slid slowly backwards. I swear it felt like I was trying to sit on a damned brick! Even the curved head didn't seem to be doing the penetrating job nature intended and it burned like hell as I struggled to get it inside, and by Jesus himself I was gonna get fucked. I avoided looking at Uncle Cliff, because I knew he was watching me close for trouble and I sure didn't want him to tell me to stop. I closed my eyes and concentrated on opening up what was about to become my fuck hole, and still the burning continued as I forced a little more stiff meat inside. I tried and tried and was just on the brink of giving up when Uncle Cliff gave a little thrust and the damned head popped inside my ass. There's like two rings inside and they both seemed to open at the same time. "Oh, God!" I cried. "You okay?" he asked concern obvious in his deep voice. "Yes!" I groaned. Actually, the pain was almost unbearable but I shoved back with all my might and suddenly sucked every fucking inch of that foot-long monster up my hungry butt! I almost yelled with the mixture of pleasure and pain. "It feels great!" I lied. "Then ride it, boy!" my uncle said with a grin. That's just what I did. In a matter of seconds, that pain started to ebb, replaced by an over-powering feeling of pure, raw filled up pleasure. I bounced up and down on my uncle's fat fuck stick until I thought my guts would explode. He was so far inside me I felt like he belonged there, and when he started moving with me, it was overwhelming. Suddenly, I found myself on my back with my uncle driving his dick into me like a hammer on a nail. My insides hummed with the onslaught and my pulsating prick was streaming so much wet stuff, it was like I did this morning in the bathroom. But the best came when my guts were inundated by Uncle Cliff's explosion of lava-hot jizz. My asshole was filling up and overflowing with his steamy cream and the instant I felt it, I blew my lid, too I didn't know what I was doing but my dick felt better than ever. I was having my first nut. My cum splashed between our chests and drooled over our sides, and all the while Uncle Cliff just kept pumping away, he had cum and still was hard and looking for more. I couldn't have imagined sex ever being this good. Hell, up until this moment sex was only a word, no one ever said `pleasure', no one could ever do this to me other than my Uncle. Oh my Lord I heard a familiar voice at the foot of the bed. "Move over, Cliff. I think it's about time his old man had a shot at that sweet young asshole!" "Dad!" I didn't feel surprised, just even more excited inside me I knew a man don't just look at sex happening, he'd have to have some too. "Do you want to do that to me? I think that would be fun. I want to do this all night long, THIS is what I want, and I want it all the time, you can take turns, one at a time till you guys have empty balls." "Yeah, but only if your promise you won't do this with anyone other than me and Uncle, cuz there's lots of diseases out there" "Daddy, I don't think that's a promise I can make; I got to have this all the time." "Let's not worry about the promise boy, you got to horny men here, all you got to do is show us that bare butt, and at least one of us will fill it." Uncle Cliff pulled his cum soaked belly from mine and moved off the bed, my dad took his place. This is where I want to be, not watching on the court. OH yeah the court... Daddy didn't say no sucking, and I had gotten a brief taste of that tonight too. That's what the brothas wanted when they'd come out of the alley stroking their sticks. Bet if I got to the alley before the game, hid out in a dark corner, one of `ems gotta notice, and if one did sure nuff he'd be talking bout it. But for the time being, there was my hole, filled again, and my Uncle was right, Daddy was bigger. I wonder if Uncle knew what I was thinking bout sucking those brothas, cuz he was wiping his cock clean. Daddy pounding my hole, and Uncle's cleaned off cock, I reached for it and began my practice for the boys.