Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2021 12:58:41 -0800 From: Bad Dad Subject: DRUNK UNCLE - New Submission DRUNK UNCLE: A Thanksgiving Story If you could see his cock, you'd know why. Why, at an age I shouldn't have been having these feelings I was having these feelings. He was hard - I'd just pulled him out of the shower to get him sobered up. So, he was wet, too. The shirt clung to his muscles. But it was the underwear - thin, worn, old, tight - that showed his reality. It was thick and veined, cut and hard, slung sideways, trapped by the wet fabric. All of his horny need was showing. "Please," I said, asking again. "I want to so bad." "No, kid - the answer's no - way too young - way too family - fuck, no," but he swayed there, blinking in the dim light. I handed him his glasses and he put them on - then I came into focus. He saw my own need, then, I'm thinking. He wasn't classically handsome but he had always been the center of my fantasies. He was muscled hard and big for an older guy: thick veins pumped over his striated thighs and arms. He'd lost more jobs than he'd held, and so now mostly did physical labor when he could show up on time. But the hard living hadn't destroyed him - not yet. If anything, it made him more handsome. It made him harder man than he already was. But it was the cock - blunt, thick, rock-hard - the uncut mushroom head - the tight, full balls...it was the cock that drove me crazy. "Please," I said, pulling off my shirt. If he wasn't gonna make the move, I was. He had been the center of my dreams for too long. I'd determined to make my move when the time presented itself and now was the time. He was supposed to show up for Thanksgiving and hadn't - there was no answer on his cell phone and my mom - his sister - had become frantic, as she usually did when he was on one of his drunks. I'd volunteered, knowing that if I did, it blew up my Thanksgiving but I didn't care. I pretty much knew where I'd find him - and I was right. Pretty much knew this would be my chance - and I was right about that, too. "Kid - whattaya ... "" he said, and then I pushed down my pants, kicking off my shoes. Now I was naked. I know what I looked like - jail bait. Pure jail bait. I was barely sixteen, sure, but had developed late - was the last dude in my class to get hair on my balls and you could barely see it now, cuz of the blonde peach-fuzz. I was the last dude I knew to get my sperm. But since way before that I knew what I wanted and it was cock - his cock mostly - but any cock lately. I was skinny and young looking and wrong-looking for an adult like him, but I was filled with so much sexual desire I could barely control myself. My cock was sprung out, short and hard and drooling. My balls were tight against my taint. My ass was humming - and there he was, standing over me, hard as a rock. The fucker wanted it, too - I knew he did - "I'm so horny, Unc," I said, speaking my truth. "All the time. All I can think of is your fat cock." I knew the words were wrong - didn't care. "Son, this is not the way you should -" "Why not, Uncle? What is the way? Some teenager who don't know shit and is gonna shoot in a second and then split - is that the way?" I scooted closer to him and he tried to step away, but he ran into the couch and fell backward, his legs spreading - He was still a little groggy and unsteady from his last drunk, but his eyes were clear, at least. "Some stranger in the mall or online? I tried that already - all the guys are trolls or liars - and anyway, all I really want to do is make you feel good - " "You sure you gay?" he asked, and that was the first sign I was winning - we'd gotten off of "NO" and into more secure territory - my territory. I had hope, now, so I kept pushing. "Look at me, Uncle," I said, showing my hard, grabbing at it. "All I think about is cock - sucking it - getting fucked by it - it's all I think about," I whispered, edging closer, grasping one of his feet with my hand. He flinched, but I held tight, and he got harder. "Your cock, mostly," I grunted, unable to take my eyes off his thick, hard block of cock. "Show me how, Daddy - show me how to take a big dick like yours. Please? I'm so fucking horny - all the time. I'm a virgin - don't you want to bust a virgin ass?" I asked. Now I was wanton. It may have appeared desperate - but I didn't fucking care. I was being totally honest. Since I'd gotten my nut I'd been hard all the time - beating off five or six times a day, thinking about cock and men and gang bangs and cum and ... everything. I felt out of control and knew that the only way to tame the hunger inside was to feed it. "You don't understand," I said, crawling in between his legs, which trembled when I touched them. "You don't understand what it's like to be horny all the time - can't think straight - can't walk sometimes - please help me." I pushed my head in closer to his crotch and his big hard hand grabbed my skull and stopped me. He shifted my gaze up, so I was looking right at him, eyes glazed over. The drunk was gone, now. Something more feral had appeared. He was at war with himself, I could see. A huge part of him was yelling "NO! DO NOT DO THIS!" But the other part - the hungry part - the addicted part - the guy who kept drinking even though everyone else had stopped - every fiber of THAT part was saying the opposite: "You fucking fool - it's cherry," that part said. "And it's HOT fucking cherry - you can do this kid all day - you can do him the rest of your life, probably." I literally saw the angel and the devil on each shoulder. The angel was diminished given the years of alcohol. The devil was as muscular and hung as he was. "I understand, son," he said, nodding. "I know what it's like to be you at your age - I was the same way." "Then, please......" I said, huskily. "Please ..... please let me taste your cock." It was a whispered need now - lips open and wet, eyes watering. He was still for a long while - over a minute - maybe minutes. I tried to look him in the eye but I couldn't - so I focused on his urgent thick manhood which now strained against the wet underwear. But I felt his hard eyes on me - their weight of accusation and sin. I was making him have this dilemma and he was angry about that. But of course, in the end, the devil won. I had suspected that at the right time and right place I would get what I wanted. I was too whorish not to be used by a man as base as him. And we were alone - alone in his junky apartment on the wrong side of the airport, while large immigrant families learned the custom of giving thanks up and down the halls of this ratty complex. He faltered. "Please," I groaned, one last time, splaying out my legs, pushing my ass up, my thin back a perfect slutty arch. And then his other hand grabbed his shorts and pulled them down. His cock sprung out, massive to me, and I lunged at it - being careful not to be TOO eager, because I refused to scrape his skin with my teeth - refused to give him an excuse to back away. In a moment half of him was in my hungry teen mouth and I sucked like a dying calf - "AW FUCK," he grunted, an expulsion of lust that took him by surprise - "Awwwjeeez Dannyyy," he groaned, pushing up into my mouth. He breached my throat, sooner than I expected, but I'd been practicing for years now and so I let him spear me - drive into my gullet with his turgid totem "You ever tasted cum," he grunted, standing up, pushing deeper into me. My thin body flailed as I shook my head - "Nnnnnnnooo," I gargled, as I tried to become the cocksucker I knew I needed to be. (I'd lied about the online hook ups and the mall trolls. He - and His Cock - was the only man I ever wanted and only man I ever lusted after.) "You'regonnafuckingloveityoulittlefuckingcocksucker," he grunted, blasting off in my mouth and securing my future. The shots were powerful and acidic, spraying my throat and tongue, filling me with jizz that was everything I imagined and so so so much more. My body shook as my own orgasm overtook me and he fucked my face and throat with abandon. Any hesitation was lost to his desires, which coursed through him like a tornado. His entire body flexed and fucked as he growled out unintelligible groans of passion and pleasure. It seemed to go on forever. At some point cum started spurting out my nose and I coughed him out - when I did that he pushed me back, watching my own penis shoot scores of sperm into the space between us, illustrating my profound need and desire. I lay like that - on the bare carpet of his scungy pad, coughing and snorting, body convulsing in pure bliss. He just swayed, cock dripping a loogie of spooge from it's large, red, angry head. Time passed. Our breathing slowed. But I was far from finished. From my face and nose I wiped away the sperm - I gathered up more from my hairless belly and then I pushed my legs up in the air, tipping them over my body as I slathered my slot with spit and spew. The display was lusty and slutty - intentionally so. "Please fuck me Uncle Drew," I groaned, grabbing my legs and opening up to him. "Please take my cherry ..." He was angry with me now - I could tell. Perhaps the angel had suggested "just this one time" but the angel hadn't reckoned with my desire. Uncle Drew considered the door behind him for just a moment, then his knees weekend and he fell to the floor between my legs. He leaned over and spit in my slot, then pushed over my smaller frame, one hand leveraging his muscular weight, the other hand grabbing his barely softening cock and aiming it at my cunt. "Iz gonna hurt," he said, an almost evil look in his eyes, like he was gonna make me pay for seducing him - like he was gonna enjoy stabbing away my youth and innocence. "I know," I nodded, tongue out, hoping he might either kiss me or spit on me. "I want it to." His nostrils flared. In that moment I was more than he bargained for - more than he could handle - but then the moment passed... And then ... I wasn't. He just saw me for what I was and determined - in that instant - that he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to me and that...he might as well. So he jerked into my hole, giving me a bare second to adjust - my breath caught and I yelped, and then he said: "In that case, bitch ....." and he fucked the rest of his shaft into me, hard, destroying my youth and virginity with one decisive thrust. My head shot back, banging against the hard floor, and he laughed at me as I cried out - my anguish covered by the sound of a jet taking off right over our roof. His arms grabbed my legs as I tried to move away from him. "No - no - NO," I cried and the cries were real. This was too much - all too much - no matter how many bottles and kitchen implements I had shoved feverishly in my young hungry hole, nothing could prepare me for his steel-hard ram-rod of a cock. I tried to pull away - and that was the wrong move. "Oh no you don't," he grunted, pinning me down, fucking out and back in, this time even harder. "You wanted this," he groaned, working my hole. "You fucking wanted this you little slut." "It hurts -" "You bet it does -" "Please stop -" He mimicked me - snidely, copying my needy youth. "I want it to," he whined at me, eyes ablaze with anger and aggression. "Daddy -" I said, trying to beat him back now. "Not your Daddy, boy - never was - never will be -" And then he did something I will never forget - he somehow used his enormous core to pick me up off the floor - legs and limbs flailing, mouth crying out in pain - and twirl me around. Suddenly I was suspended in mid-air, back to him, body rammed on his massive cock. "FUCK YEAH," he cried out as another jet passed over head, making the building tremble. Then he rammed me into the couch, my chest bouncing on the seat, my face smashing into the bare back-pillows and his hips thrusting, brutally, into my young butt. It happened so fast I didn't know where I was - I was dizzy, disoriented, but now he clearly had me where he wanted me because the next thing I knew both of my wrists were wrapped in his massive hand and he was riding me like a horse. "This is how you fuck, kid," he cried, sawing into me as my body continued to jerk and jump - a combination of his own physical manipulations and my fearful fight-or-flight response. "You like this, baby," he said, mouth dripping with libidinal irony. "This what you wanted, Danny-Boy?" He fucked me faster then - harder - thighs slapping against mine - balls banging into my tight, cowering sack. "Oh god - oh god - oh god - ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod," I cried, loudly, as if my voice would curtail his pistoning hips, but in fact, my cries only egged him on. "You're never gonna forget this boy -" he groaned, releasing my useless wrists and gripping my hips now - my body a rag-doll of submission. There was no more fight left in me and when that happened - when I finally gave in to his larger frame and baser, adult desire, when I finally relaxed into his rape, I attained nirvana - I knew that the taste of his cock and cum had transformed me. And now I knew that his rough physical abuse had made me a man. From the deep core of my erotic self, a low whining growl emitted from my lips. It matched the next jet engine - probably the whiny Turbines of the One Percent - as I urged him to finish the job he'd started.... "aaaaaaaaAAAAAAWWWWWWWFUCKKKKKKKKKMEEEEEEE," I cried, pushing back into his thrusts, encouraging his rough rape. "Fuck my ass - fuck my hole - FUCK MY CHERRY," I cried, plowing into my second orgasm, which spurged all over the couch and forced my young ass to clutch his cock with the strength of a vise grip. "AwwwwfuckyouAREaslut," he cried, slamming one more thrust into me as deep as he could go, nearly breaking my neck as he plowed my body into the flimsy couch, pushing my face to one side, and filling me full of his Uncle-Cum. The noise of his spurting explosion was explicit - a wet, squelching splat-splat- splat of thrusting fucks that cunted and completed me He collapsed on me - heaving, shaking, jerking - holding my frame as I sobbed in joy and pain and power. It was - truly - every-fucking-thing-I'd-imagined and knew I would never - ever - get enough of. Ever. About ten minutes later the fucker fell asleep on me. Ten minutes after that I was able to come out from underneath him, even though I didn't want to. I called my mom, whispering: "He's okay - he's here - he needs to sleep it off. Gonna stay and keep an eye on him - no worries, mommy - it's okay. Have your Thanksgiving. Uncle Drew needs family, too." She was thankful for me. She had no idea how thankful I was for him. I hung up. I pulled him up. He was groggy - almost sheepish. "Come to bed," I said. He nodded. I pulled off his shirt - then covered him with thin sheets and crawled into bed beside him. His cock was erect again - not rigid hard but hard enough. He pushed back into me - I loved it and moaned approval. His cock held hard in me, flexing and quivering. It felt like a thing separate from him - alive and uncontrolled. After a long silence he said, "Did I hurt you?" "Yes, Sir," I said. He paused. Then he asked: "Did you like it?" "I loved it, Daddy." "I'm not your Daddy," he whispered. "You are now," I said, and then we fell asleep. EPILOGUE When we woke back up in the middle of the night we fucked again. His cock has slipped out of my wet, teen hole, but then he was hard again, rubbing against me. I pushed back on it - coming awake. "More please, Daddy," I gurgled, groggily. "Want another load, Dad," I whispered to his addiction, and he obliged, pushing back inside me again. This time my cries were quiet, muffled by the pillow, and he was somewhat more gentle. "You'll get used to it," he said, his harsh breath hot on my neck. "You'll learn to love it," he said, revealing his future intentions. "I already love it," I groaned, spreading my legs to him as he climbed on top, beginning to thrust with expert and relentless force. "Fuck it's good," he growled, picking up pace. I knew it would be quick. I loved that it would be quick. I loved that I could get a load that easily - feel his sperm snake into me, hot and vital and urgent. He came, hard, thrusting with each jet of fertility, and I met each with a groaning "Yes, yes, yes, yes ...." When he was done he lay his full weight on top of me and I relished in that - being the boy that he could serve as his mattress - his own personal pillow. But his cock never got hard and soon, surprisingly, he began to nuzzle my neck - nipping and licking the bare fur beneath the hairline, and eventually making love to me in a way that I didn't know was possible. It was full and complete and the love was powerful because, at core, the love was foundational. It was family. We made love all night, falling asleep in the late night/early morning hours that provided the only pause to the constant jet engines that took off and landed over our heads. In the morning he got up - made coffee - looking out the window at the ugly hangers of the ugly airport. Then, he turned to me and said, "I have something to do. Will you come with me?" "Yes, Uncle Drew." He drove us downtown - picking up a pack of smokes on the way - then parking in front of a decrepit church. We walked down to the basement where there was a large crowd and a quiet buzz. He sat in the back, taking my hand, and holding it. It was his first meeting. He's been going ever since. ((((())))) This story was inspired by a photo of an incredibly hot dad on Tumblr. If you would like to see the photo, email me. (Alternatively - your imagination may offer an even better image. The choice is yours.) Donate to Nifty. THAT'S AN ORDER https://donate.nifty.org/ This work is copyright of the author and commercial use is prohibited. Personal or private copies are permitted only if they include this notice. This is a work of fiction. All characters are of legal age domdadtop@gmail.com pagespermer.tumblr.com emails and inquiries welcome. Patience is required.