Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2024 11:40:04 -0500
From: Sweetheart <rocococock@gmail.com>
Subject: Camping with Uncle Tony (Chapter 3)

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"What?" I said, my voice cracking.

I was horrified; my Uncle Tony was awake, and I'd just finished wiping
my cum off the ground of our shared tent, my limp dick still flopping
between my legs. I was so embarrassed.

"I said, it's my turn," he mumbled in his low, husky voice.

I sat in the corner of the tent, my knees pulled to my chest as I watched
the big, hairy chest of my uncle rise and fall. His arm was underneath
his head and his armpit hair looked dense and thick. My heart was racing
as I heard the words leaving his mouth, and I told myself there was no
way he meant what I thought he meant.

"For what?" I croaked, my voice sounding smaller than ever.

Uncle Tony cracked his eyes open and glared at me through his thick
eyelashes. He pulled his hand out from inside his sleeping bag and used
it to fling the fabric off of himself. He put his hand behind his head,
exposing both armpits to me, alongside much, much more. I was in complete
shock staring at my uncle's naked body, especially the thick hair that
ran down his stomach and engulfed his hard cock. It was massive, not that
I had much to compare it to besides my own. It looked fucking huge and
was so swollen that the head was almost purple. His balls looked heavy
and round like they were full to capacity.

"C'mon, help me out, dude!" he groaned.

I stood, my knees shaking, and slowly moved closer. I stood over him, his
massive, naked body sprawled out beneath me. I was terrified, but as I
scanned my Uncle Tony's sculpted body, I made eye contact with him. He
gave me a wink and a smile, and that was all I needed. I knelt on the
floor, moving my face closer to his cock. I was entranced and felt
determined to make this moment last as long as possible. A lifetime of
longing for my uncle, thinking it would never happen, and never catching
even a glimpse of him naked. And now, here he was, in all of his
perfection, right in front of me, waiting for me to touch him.

I reached my trembling fingers out and grazed his shaft, dragging my
fingers up and down his cock. As my hand moved over his head, he exhaled
heavily before a soft groan escaped his throat. I ran my fingers back
down his dick and over his balls, cupping them in my hand and gently
squeezing, making my uncle moan. They were as heavy as they looked and
burning hot, even a bit damp with sweat. As I held Uncle Tony's balls, I
got the overwhelming urge to taste them, moving my face down and
inhaling. I'd never smelled a man's groin before and could hardly
believe how good it smelled: musky, salty, and a bit rank.

My dick was at full attention and leaking, regardless of how recently
I'd came. I stuck my tongue out and ran it up my uncle's ball sack,
tasting his salty skin.

"Mmm," I heard him moan as I carried my tongue up his shaft.

It was ridiculously long, and I took my time getting to the tip of it. I
wrapped my hand around it, my fist unable to close around his fat dick.
As I picked up my uncle's cock, I looked up at him and saw that his eyes
were closed. Having never sucked a dick before, I wasn't exactly sure
what to do, but my body was vibrating with excitement, and I wanted to
make him come more than anything in the world. I wrapped my lips around
the head, which felt unbelievably warm, and tried to fit it in my mouth.
As my lips stretched, I knew I wasn't going to get very far, and I
continued kissing and licking the head. I put as much as I could in my
mouth and held it there before gently sucking it, making my uncle moan.

"That's a good boy. Give it a lil' spit, kid," my uncle said.

I spit right on the head of his dick and spread it around with my palm.
His cock became incredibly slippery, and I ran my fist up and down his
shaft a few times. Each time my hand went over the head of his cock,
he'd shudder, and each time I reached the base, he'd grunt. I was
kneeling beside him, stroking his fat cock, and watching his balls lift
and fall with each stroke when I felt his hand on my back. I was startled
but kept stroking as he held my side, his thumb wrapping around me and
squeezing.

"Good boy," he growled under his breath as he moaned.

I spit on his dick again, making it even more slick, and started pumping
a bit faster, like I do to myself when I jerk off. Uncle Tony kept his
hand on me as I stroked him, gripping me even tighter. I was still in awe
of the cock in front of me and could hardly believe what was happening. I
reached my hand out and ran it over his stomach, which felt rock hard
under my soft fingers. I felt his hair moving underneath my palm as I
rubbed his body, moving up towards his chest.

I was always obsessed with Uncle Tony's chest, staring at it through his
shirts and watching his pecs bounce as he ran, playing ball with my
brothers or going for a jog. My hand moved over one side of his chest,
which felt solid and furry. As I grazed over his nipple, Uncle Tony
gasped, and I felt his cock pulse in my hand.

"Do you like that?" I asked, unsure if I was going too far.

"Fuck yeah, baby, play with my nipples," he panted.

My cock felt like it was about to burst hearing my uncle talking to me
like that. I did as I was told, running circles over his dark nipples
with the pads of my fingers. I kept stroking him, my arms open as wide as
they could go to reach over the length of his long torso. I spit on his
cock again to keep it slippery, and stroked him quickly as I pinched his
nipples, making him yelp. I was still in disbelief as I pleasured my
uncle, watching his handsome face wince with each stroke of his cock. He
was breathing heavily, and before I knew it, he screamed he was going to
come.

I kept pumping his cock as the first rope of cum came flying out of his
dick, hitting him square in the face. The next few ropes landed over his
chest and stomach, and the last few dribbled out of his piss slit and
down my fist, making a puddle in his thick bush. I stopped stroking and
took my hand off of his cock, a thick string of his cum coming with me.
As he panted and caught his breath, I stared at the cum covering his
body. I was shocked by how pure white it was, and how much of it came
out. My loads were puny compared to his, and they usually just looked
like water. Scooping a bit off of his stomach, I licked it off my finger,
spreading it over my tongue before swallowing it.

"How's it taste?" He said.

"Really good. Never tasted anything like it," I answered, feeling the
acidity of my uncle's cum burning my throat.

"Come lick it off my face, then," he said, grinning.

I scooted closer to him, putting my face in front of his and sticking my
tongue out, lapping up his cum that was stuck inside his beard. I licked
his cheeks clean before getting the glob that was on his lip. As I licked
at Uncle Tony's mouth, he parted his lips and stuck his tongue out,
pressing it against mine. I felt a swarm of butterflies in my stomach as
I tasted the saliva of my uncle and felt the warmth of his tongue. My
cock was twitching as Uncle Tony opened his mouth more and pulled my
tongue inside. Our tongues wrapped around each other as we shared the
taste of his cum. Uncle Tony pulled me closer to him, his hand on my
lower back as he gently sucked on my tongue. I was shocked at how good it
felt, and my disbelief only grew as he moved his hand down to my ass. I
had no idea my buttcheeks were so sensitive, but as he squeezed my ass I
couldn't help but moan into his mouth.

He kept squeezing my ass as we made out, slipping a finger into my crack.
I was so confused, but as he made contact with my asshole, my entire body
twitched. I jolted up and yelled, but he didn't stop and only applied
more pressure on my hole. I felt like a puppet, practically sitting in
his palm as he pressed his finger against my butthole. My cock was
twitching and leaking like crazy as Uncle Tony held me up, and as he ran
his finger over my hole a final time I shuddered and blew a load onto his
shoulder. He took his hand out from between my cheeks as I panted.

"Holy shit," I said under my breath as I collapsed to the ground.
"I've never felt anything like that before!"

"That's just the beginning, kid," he said, wiping the rest of our cum
off of himself.

I didn't know what he meant, and I wasn't sure what to say now that
we'd both blown our loads. I kept quiet, watching Uncle Tony stand up
and close his sleeping bag, his ass just an inch from my face.

"Thanks for gettin' me off, kid. I'm gonna go get the fire going," he
said, turning to me and leaving the tent.

I stayed on the ground for a minute before sitting up and watching my
uncle building the fire, wearing nothing but a pair of boots. I stared as
his godly muscles moved and his dick swung between his legs. I wished I
had a camera with me, just so I could document it and prove to myself
that this was really happening. It was a dream, watching my Uncle Tony,
inarguably the sexiest man I'd ever seen, build a fire, naked, after
making him come and swapping saliva, not to mention he had his hand
between my buttcheeks.

I rubbed my eyes, stood up, and crawled out of the tent on my hands and
knees. I slipped my sneakers over my feet before walking over to the fire
that was starting to get some height to it.

"Shouldn't we like... wear some clothes?" I asked, feeling a bit
strange being naked in the forest like this.

"Nah, man, this is the best part of being out here! No one's gonna see
us, and even if they did, they wouldn't do shit about it."

Uncle Tony stood so tall, his back straight and his head held high with
his hands on his hips, watching the fire grow. The morning air smelled
incredible, like it was pumped full of pure oxygen, and as I stared up at
the canopy of trees, I felt like I could understand why Uncle Tony loved
it out here so much. Not only was it beautiful, but he could be himself
out here, and in turn, so could I. I wondered to myself how bringing all
of my brothers out here was, not being able to imagine them in an
environment as peaceful as this. I decided not to bring it up and just
maintain the peaceful morning quiet.

Uncle Tony had set the grate over the flames and was boiling water for
coffee and heating a skillet. He had given me a job collecting as many
thin sticks as possible to keep the fire going all day. I scavenged the
floor of the forest, bending over and gathering a bouquet of twigs. I
couldn't keep my mind from wandering, thinking over my entire childhood
and seeing the ways my dad and brothers were as numb-skulled as they
come. I thought of how Uncle Tony never mentioned a girlfriend, wanting
kids, or really anything about his personal life. He'd just come over
and mess around with my brothers, throwing a ball or helping my dad fix
something. Honestly, he's just so classically handsome that I think we
all assumed he was drowning in women, and I was so insecure with my own
sexuality that it never even crossed my mind he could be gay too.

I kept thinking about his cock, and how much I liked making him come.
I'd been jerking off to the thought of it for years but had never even
come close to having sex with another boy. I had a friend a few years ago
who would jerk off with me, but we never touched each other out of fear
of seeming gay. I'd never seen porn beyond stealing my brother's dirty
magazines in the night, sneaking them into the closet, and furiously
pumping my dick to them. They were straight magazines, but there were
still naked men in them. I'd always look for the ones with big muscles
and dark hair so that I could pretend they were Uncle Tony. I'd close my
eyes and imagine what his cock would look like, and how it'd feel down
my throat. As I gathered sticks, I laughed to myself, knowing my lifelong
fantasy had come true.

"Coffee!" I heard Uncle Tony shout, calling me back to the campsite.

He sat on a log, his bare ass on the bark, sipping black coffee out of an
enamel mug. I poured myself a cup and sat across from him, glancing at
his dick as often as I could, not being shy about it whatsoever.

"Horny little thing, aren't ya?" he said, snickering.

"Sorry Uncle Tony," I said, looking into my mug.

"No problem, kid. Better me than some stranger, huh?" he said.

"Yeah..." I responded, not wanting him to know that he was the only man
I'd ever been interested in.

We sipped our coffee quietly, listening to the wind in the trees and the
birds chirping. Uncle Tony talked about what we might get up to that day,
but there was no chance I could pay attention with my uncle's perfect
dick sitting right in front of me. All I cared about was the next time
I'd get to taste it.


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