Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2018 23:29:35 -0700 From: B C Subject: Getting to know Uncle Bruce, part 1 [By Taz & copendip1999] I'm a 42 hard-years old party-hard redneck good for nothing piece of shit hard workin', hard smokin', hard drinkin' country man and I'm training my nephew to be just like me. My names Bruce, Uncle Bruce to my nephew Craig. He'd moved with his Dad to a spot pretty near my cabin about six months ago, I'd met him before here and there at family gatherings but hell I tend to just get rude and shiftaced at those so I gotta admit things was a little blurry when my brother called me over for supper once they were settled in their new place. Good lookin fuckin nephew! Coming into his own, looked like he was taking care of himself, not a jock not a nerd just a solid lookin country boy. We ate and joked around but pretty tame, he told me a bit about what he was up to and how he was getting along in the new town. When I fired up a Camel Wide after dinner while my brother loaded his pipe, I thought I saw Craig look at me just a little bit funny like he had a tickle somewhere, so I winked and looked him in the eyes and made a dumb face. He grinned. Nephew was clearly pretty used to all the smokin going on around him but didn't partake and didn't hang around while my bro and I caught up on shit. He needed my truck to haul some shit around, I was going to help him dig up a bad drain pipe and he was going to borrow some tools. Before all that though he let me know he was going to be in and out of town during the next few months, would I mind keeping Craig over at my place? The new house wasn't all set up right and he didn't feel right leaving his son alone, but didn't want to haul his ass around everywhere either. "Sure thing, brother. He can sleep in the loft in my cabin or if he wants a little more privacy he can clean up that old chicken shed, it's in good shape." "Thanks Bruce. I'm heading out of here in a few days, will bring him by." I guess Craig didn't get no choice in the matter so when Friday rolled around after work me sweaty like a fucking shore whore in Thailand I heard my brother's rig roll up and after not too much chat and even less luggage I was left with my nephew. Me with my camo gym shorts, balls hanging, dirty white tank top, pack a smokes in my pocket, beer in my hand, camo ball cap, and shitkickin work boots. Craig kind of stared at me, a little bit skeptical, I thought. Yeah, I'm gonna fucking fix that. I made a real dumb hick face at him and said "Whut boy? You ready to live like a country man?" He laughed at that I said "Come on over give Unc a hug!" He did and I wrapped him up in my sweaty arms, smoke stickin out my mouth behind his head. I could smell his clean Western-style shirt and hell if I didn't just help myself to slidin my hand down around his jeans, a bit on the side but a bit reachin around towards his butt. After staying wrapped up like that a bit, I clapped him on the shoulder told him to grab his shit and get inside my cabin. I'd built my place myself, and all the outbuildings including my outhouse and sauna, and it wasn't a total piece of shit but hey I'm no expert on that stuff. My place was small, just 12'x16' and it had a good-sized loft where there was a bed on the floor but most of the time I just passed out on the couch. Downstairs was a small kitchen, couch, TV, a trashed coffee table, desk, and my weights bench, weights. That was about it. I have electricity but no running water. I told my nephew he'd be upstairs for the night and we could figure something better out later, he took his shit up the ladder and I grabbed us both beers from the fridge. "Want a beer?" "Naw..." he trailed off, clearly trying to not be bad right off the bat. "Fuck that, nephew, if you're staying with me you're gonna have to follow my rules and my rule #1 is, when I tell you to drink a beer, you're drinking a fuckin beer." He came down the ladder grinnin and took it from me. "I promise I won't get ya drunk, nephew, I know you got shit gotta be done tomorrow and all." We cracked open our Bud Lights and I invited him to join me on the couch. The TV was on ESPN muted, my stereo was on playing a country station. I fired up a Wide and we started shooting the shit. Hell, Craig was pretty damn easy to talk to! I'd been a bit afraid a him bein my brother's son that it might be odd, but Craig was mighty warm and honest and seemed almost eager to please me by being real forward about how all his shit was going. I was impressed! For the next hour, I hauled down Wides while we shared a beer and then another beer and the cabin was pretty much starting to fill up with smoke, especially in the loft where he'd be sleeping. It was time for a cigar. I got up, headed over to my desk which had my boxes of cigars, pipes, smokes, and what all and picked out a good stout dark strong smoke. Stuck it in my jaw, grabbed the cutter and turned around to face Craig. "You wanannuther beer" I said around the cigar, grinning. "Aw sure one more cant hurt Uncle" he said, so I went and grabbed two more out of the fridge. Damn if I didn't notice the way he looked at me when I had that cigar in my jaw, he had that same look like he had a tickle or something was funny. I could fucking feel his eyes on the back a my head when I was opening the fridge so I made a good show of sticking my hands down my pants, scratching around my balls in the light of the fridge where he could see me good while I grabbed us beers. I made sure and grab the one he was gettin in the hand I'd been scratchin my balls with. "Here's to some good Uncle/Nephew time, Craig" I said clinkin cans with him again. "Fuckin cheers, nephew!" "Cheers Unc!" He cracked his beer and drained a good amount off while I clipped and started lighting my cigar. We were still facing each other on the couch, so while I was puffing and torching the end of that hog I kept my eyes locked on my nephew's eyes. He didn't even fuckin blink. Fuck yeah. This is going to be fun, I thought. Cigar lit, I found room on the coffee table for our most recent beers, pushing them next to the ashtray and two of my pipes and a lot of empty beer bottles and my half-drunk gallon of Beam. Hell, it's time for a shot, too, but I'm gonna spare Craig that for tonight -- he's gonna have to work his way up, and earn it, even then. We carried on shooting the shit while I poured and had myself a few shots, hauling my cigar and more than once making sure to plant a fat cloud of cigar smoke in front of my nephew. At one point, Craig pointed to my desk and said "Is that a bong?" I chuckled. "Well, ya know what it is, nephew, good for ya!" and slapped his thigh. He jumped a little and sputtered "I mean I don't care--" "And I don't give a fuck if you do care, nephew," I grinned and leaned towards him. Heh, I'm feeling a little drunk right now. "You ever tried the devil's lettuce, then?" He gut laughed for a second at the stupid name I'd used. "Hah! Devil's lettuce! Well yeah sure once or twice Uncle but it was just at a shitty party and I didn't really feel much or understand why anyone would do that." "Well, well, Craig. Learnin' is a lifelong thing, right boy?" I winked and pointed my cigar at him. He grinned clearly feeling a little drunk and enjoying that I was treating him like one of the boys. We were both buzzed and loving each others company and aw SHIT I had a few ideas on where I was going to be taking things over the next few months. A while later, it was time to sack out for the night. "Awwright nephew lights out, we both gotta be people in too few hours, come give your Uncle a kiss goodnight" I leered at him. He sort of momentarily jerked as if to lean into me! Then he looked a little confused then grinned and chuckled again, but I could tell that'd had an effect. I smiled huge, slapped him on the knee again, keeping my hand there just a bit too long. "Great to see ya, boy, it's been a fun night and I know we're gonna have a lot more of them comin up. I can really use your help around my land here, and we can go do some fun shit together, some 4x4ing, fishin, you name it. Now, I don't want to be the bad guy, but tomorrow morning I'm gonna have to lay down a few more house rules, but I know we're gonna get along just fine. Say, what's rule #1?" "When you tell me to drink a beer, I drink a beer, Uncle!" Craig said proudly. "Fuckin right! Ok buddy get your ass up that ladder and let an old man sleep." Lights shut off, I lay there listening to him get into bed. I made sounds like I was off to sleep, which was easy because I was half drunk, and sure enough started hearin the sound of skin on skin while Nephew couldn't even wait a day to get a load out. Yep, this was gonna be a good week. ----- Next morning I'd already made coffee, hauled down three Reds and made bacon and eggs before I heard him get up. "Get on down here boy I got us breakfast, get it while its hot." He came down in his underwear, like a good nephew used to spending time in the company of other adult men, either in a gym or out camping or hunting. "Sleep good buddy?" "Actually yeah, its nice up there, a little warm but I just stripped down." Yep, I thought, how all the smoke basically pools up there near the ceiling. That kid was fuckin' reeking more this morning than he was last night, I thought. We ate. I fired up another Red. "So about those ground rules son." "What's what, Uncle?" "So we both know we're all good hard workin' men here but ya also know yer Unc's a bit of a loser who drinks too much, smokes too much, enjoys his weed and is pretty dirty." "Heh yep I know all that Uncle Bruce it don't bother me none." "And who fucking cares if it did, boy, my point is that I don't want to be a bad influence on ya. Now here's the ground rules. I don't want ya sneakin' none of my shit. Ya aren't to sneak beers, or sneak smokes, or take any of my cigars or pipes, and for damn sure you're not gonna be turning into a pothead by stealing my weed. Now, as ya know, I may be inclined to share with you from time to time, but that don't mean it's free game. Ya understand me, nephew?" I stood over him, my arms crossed. "No problem, with any of that, sir!" "Awwright good boy" I clapped him on the shoulder. He sat up straight, clearly feeling accepted and proud. "So... how's it work with no shower or running water, Uncle?" "You get used to it. If you really need to, you can wash with a rag. Until then, just enjoy." He smiled and I got the sense he actually wanted to do what I was doing, be a bit of a pig. I grinned. It comes natural to a real man to want to enjoy a bit of stink and just bein a dirty guy. After eating he got dressed and ready to get out the door to get his shit done, I swatted him on the ass as he headed out. "Hey!" he yelped but playfully and I thought how the fuck easy is this going to be? Instead of heading out, I stayed home that day, drinking beer and jerking off on my dirty couch, watching NASCAR and doing basically jack shit except think about fucking my nephew and training hiim to be like me. I hauled my Wides, smoked a few cigars and three of my pipes. I didn't open the windows and the smoke was thick as a fog with me basically reeking, smoke, beer, and piss smells. My nephew returned home. I could see him framed in the doorway, blue smoke around his silhouette. he didn't even skip a beat. "Home, Uncle!" and walked right in. I was still just wearing a tank top and my underwear, and I burped "`elcome home, sonny" staggered to my feet "come give yer Uncle a hug". He chuckled and walked over to my swaying ass and gave me a hug. I made sure to hang on while I gained my balance and the rush of standing up faded, and kind of ground my leg into his. He didn't back off one bit. "Awwright gonna grab us some beers, ok nephew? I been at it a while and all..." he let go after I did and went up the ladder and got himself changed into his grubbies, a ripped camo tshirt and some short jeans. Damn, I hope he didn't put on underwear. We settled back in the couch and flicked on ESPN again, muted, and I turned on some country tunes. We were basically on track to have a repeat of the night before, me hauling my smokes, us sharing a few beers sitting next to each other on the couch, just having a good ole male bonding time. Burping, slurring our words, talking shit. "Damn nephew your gonna be a damn good drinkin buddy one of these days, you're a fun fuckin boy!" "Well thanks Unc! This is fun as hell I never get to just cut loose like this at home. And heck, you are one hell of an Uncle, Uncle Bruce!" I grinned and poured myself another shot. It was time for another smoke. I went to grab my pack and thought for a second and grinned some more. "Nephew, it's time we had a smoke together." "What?" he looked at me a bit funny. "I mean I don't mind if you smoke-" "Shut up. You're gonna have a smoke with me now, boy. If you're ever gonna be the kind of man who can own a barstool all night long, drinkin beers throwin back shots and talkin truth to a buddy sitting next to him, you're gonna have to learn to smoke." "Well..." he looked a bit worried as I held out a Camel Wide to him. "You promise you're not gonna tell Dad, right?" "Aw fuck naw son! Ya ever smoked before?" "Well......." he drew it out. "Same shit as when I tried weed, Uncle Bruce. At a party. Didn't really enjoy it." I slapped his leg and held on. "Well that's `cause you weren't smokin with your uncle, now, boy! Just do as I tell ya and I think you're going to really enjoy this here smoke." He put the Wide in his mouth and I held out the lighter, keeping my hand on his leg and sliding it a bit up his thigh as he sucked in the fire and lit his smoke. I lit my own smoke, keeping my hand on his leg. He drew some smoke in his mouth, blew it out and took the smoke out of his mouth. I leaned back and laughed. "Well that's your fuckin problem right there, son! Ya didn't even inhale that smoke!" He looked back at me a bit worried. "Don't sweat it son let me show ya how to fuckin' smoke like a man. All right, get that smoke in yer mouth, a bit off to the side so ya can let it just dangle there." He put his Wide back in, holding it well in his lips. "Now draw on that fucker!" I could see him drawing in air, pulling that smoke to life. "Now since your pretty new to this don't go too hard but instead of blowing it out, I want you to suck that smoke into your lungs." I saw him pull the smoke in, and he started to cough but my fuckin nephew took it like a man and recovered! He reached to take the smoke out of his mouth and I reached over and grabbed his hand. "Naw boy don't take that outta there. Just exhale around it or through your nose." He exhaled around his Wide. "Fuck yeah! How's that feel then?" I let go of his hand and lowered mine to his thigh again. He made a kind of "mmmmph" sound and I let him take the smoke out of his mouth. "Fuckin great Uncle! Holy shit! Fuck!" he put the smoke back in like a pro, and started hauling in a good load of smoke. He took it deep and this time exhaled through his nose. I slid my hand a bit more up his leg and this time I knew he knew what was up and that fuckin guy didn't give a fuck. He was enjoying a Wide for the first time in his life and knew that his Uncle's hand felt good where it was and he was safe. Without taking the Wide out of his mouth he started pulling in another solid lungful of smoke. "Fuck yeah, boy, you're a god damned natural" I growled. Fuck, I was digging this, and he was too!! I didn't say nothin as I finished sliding my hand up to his crotch and just left it there. Yeah, he was gettin hard. I grinned around my smoke and he half-shut his eyes as he felt me there while he exhaled another good lungful. "Yeah nephew that's the other thing I wanted you to feel, a good warm hand on yer crotch while ya smoke. There's only one thing better than smoking and it ain't by much and that's sex. So ya put them both together, and it's a fuckin great time. Smoke sex, nephew. I want you to haul that smoke while I just check you out here, boy." He shook a bit. I grinned deeper. I started massaging his crotch and stroking along his hardon. He still had his eyes pretty well shut. And fuck naw I didn't have any problem molesting my nephew. This boy was clearly hoping to get to know his Uncle pretty damn well, and he'd been giving off `fuck me!' vibes since he'd arrived. Boy's gonna get his wish. We both smoked in silence as I rubbed his crotch and he got harder and I got a fuckin tent pole goin in my tighty whities. Aw, hell if this ain't gonna be a fun night! His ash fell off and he noticed it and opened up his eyes and leaned forward and said "Aw, fuck-" "Naw don't worry bout it none boy it happens, why do you think it's such a shitwreck around here? Ashes everywhere and all" He smiled and leaned back. "Aw hell that feels good Uncle" as I grabbed him hard. "Hell it'd feel fuckin better if ya got those shorts off boy." He looked over at me. "That'd be ok, Unc?" "Fuck yeah it would be, nephew! Hell I'm in my underwear here" pointed at my fuckin hardon bulging out. He stared at it a second and looked up at me with a stupid grin. "I ain't got no underwear on, Uncle Bruce." "Fuck well in that case guess I'm gonna have to take my underwear off huh little buddy?" He smiled as I started to buck up n shake down my underwear. And good to his word, my nephew unbuttoned his shorts and took `em down. I grinned and grabbed two more smokes outta my pack. My nephew's cock was hard n leanin over to one side and I could see him wanting to grab it. "Hold off now there son here have a smoke" I passed one over and he just fuckin' took it, like I hoped he would. I grabbed my lighter fired myself up and blew out my smoke in his face as I leaned over, fired up his smoke with one hand and wrapped my hand around his cock with another. "Awwww uuuuccck" he moaned around his smoke as he pulled in a hard lungful. I could see him relax as the nicotine hit him all over his body, and his cock throbbed and jerked once in my hand. "Fuckin like that, boy?" my voice barely above a whisper around my Wide. "uuuuuuuuuck Uncccccc" I was jerkin him off now, why the fuck not? Boy deserved to enjoy his smoke. Knowing he was basically incapacitated from the smoke and pleasure, I just fuckin went for it. Leaning in, giving my nephew the handjob of his fucking life. He did me proud by not once taking that smoke outta his mouth, he just hauled and let the ash fall. He had about a third of his smoke left when I felt him jerk. "uuuuuuck" "Yeah you like that, boy" I told him mean. I knew he was about to cum. "Fuckin haul that smoke, boy" and he did as his Uncle told him to. I slid my free hand down under his balls and fingered his crack while he started buckin and shaking "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck" Yep, my nephew fuckin came hard in his Uncle's hand. As he exhaled hard through his nose he shot his load, squirtin then dribblin, and I kept my hand there until he started to squirm to get away. He took his smoke outta his mouth finally, spent. "Fuck!!! Uncle Bruce! Fuck!!!!" I grinned and went to light another smoke. "Yeah, you FUCKIN loved that didn't ya boy?" "I mean, Unc, ..." he trailed off. I didn't say nothin. I just smoked my smoke and wrapped my arm around his shoulder and let him lean into me. Me and my dirty unwashed fuckin' hick self. Fuck yeah, I thought, this is gonna fuckin ROCK!