Date: Sat, 7 May 2011 10:22:37 -0700 (PDT) From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR Subject: "HAY BALING AND UNCLE BUCK" Chapter 1: Uncle Buck 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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Aunt Lily never new if she was going to come home and find strangers hauling off her washer and dryer he'd just lost on a bet, or if a soused Uncle Buck was going to be grinning beside a new corvette he'd just won for her in a poker game. Because of all that, they had just finalized their second divorce and Aunt Lily had moved in with my grandparents. It was a searing hot summer where even the ground seemed to be set on "broil" and I was driving over to Uncle Buck's. Mom had volun- teered me to help him bale his hay crops this year, though all I wanted to do with the last month before school was to stay home and work on the used truck my parents had just bought me for my seventeenth birthday. His place was just a few ranches down from ours, so it was only about fifteen miles and as many minutes in the highway. As I drove, I thought back to three summers ago when I was fourteen and my obsession with Uncle Buck began. Uncle Buck and my dad had spent the day building a tall four- car-width garage for all our farm and ranch equipment along with the family boat. Uncle Buck had refused to come into "mom's house" to take a shower, insisting on showering under the garden hose behind the new garage. Mom gave me a bar of soap and a towel and told me to take them out to him. He was on the ground and shirtless when I got there, pulling off his boots and socks. Between him and Aunt Lily, he was definitely the peacock of the pair. His body looked like it belonged on one of those TV bodybuilding wrestlers as his upper body looking like someone set the front of a semi truck on top of his waist. The man was huge! As he struggled to get his boots off those oversized Fred Flinstone feet, I took in his overgrown chest, arms, and shoulders...along with the wide, but flat, stomach that supported it all. While he bought a new fully-loaded Cadillac every year instead of a pickup like all the other men in the area, his clothes were always thin bargain-basement jeans and long-sleeved western shirts. He was so hard on his clothes, though, they wouldn't have lasted even if he'd spent more. So, his body was no surprise to me as he often stuffed himself into whatever size Aunt Lily had been able to get for him, even when they were too small. I'd always been intrigued by the snowy white fur that would spring out abundantly from the rips and tears that quickly appeared in all his clothes. Uncle Buck was prematurely white-headed, and apparently everywhere else. His body was obviously coated with it, too. He had a huge handlebar mustache that hid his lips and draped well down below his wide square jaw. The snowy hair on his head was kept in an outdated Elvis cut brushed straight back that still managed to get loose and fall over his broad tanned forehead. His most striking feature was his eyes, though. Welded into a permanent squint, what color you could see was an icy blue that was almost as white as his hair. Around his eyes, his deeply tanned ruddy skin wrinkled outward from the mischievous grin that seemed as permanent as his squint. I'd been the victim of his neverending sense of humor more often than I cared to remember. "Thanks, Buddy," he said when I walked up with the soap and towel. Since I turned seven or eight, everyone had gone to referring to me by my first name of Sam or Sammy. Only Uncle Buck still called me by the nickname my father had given me as a toddler. It always made me smile a little inside when he called me that, though. "Sure thing, Uncle Buck." I answered, staring down at the long lump snaking down his pants leg as he worked his boots off. Realizing he would be stripping off his pants soon, and it had always been obvious he was allergic to underwear, I said I had to feed the horses and hurried out to the barn. As soon as I got there, I dashed inside the outermost horse stall and peered across the pasture and through the barb-wire fence at my now naked uncle as he stretched upward to wrap the waterhose over a mesquite limb. Good god, he was incredible!!! He was tan all over...only slightly lighter from the waist down... and really COVERED in coarse white body hair! Underneath it, his body looked like it was carved out of solid dark oak. As he fiddled with the hose, I got a good look at thick square ass...but it was what was in front, that really blew my mind. His huge balls swung heavily in their sack about five to six inches from his crotch...and his superthick cock swung down three to four inches below that! He was huge all over!!! I watched as he soaped up and pulled my own dick from my jeans as he reached his crotch. Standing there looking down and spread- legged, he looked like some mythical beast with that huge animal cock hanging between his legs. He massaged the soap into his balls and then stroked the suds up and down his mammoth meat as I stroked my own furiously at the sight of him. He stepped under the water and began rinsing off. He then leaned back and reached down to encircle his cock and balls at the base of each with both hands. He squeezed the entire package out in front of him, kind of squeegeeing the soap off and making his cock and balls bulge out into the open air in front of him. Seeing the lemon-sized head of his cock flare out so lewdly, made my own dick spit its meager immature load out onto my hand. After which, I dove into the barn, wiped my hand and dick off, and started putting the horses' feed into their feed boxes. "Buddy!" I heard Uncle Buck holler out. So, I closed up the feed room door and headed outside. "What, Uncle Buck?" I yelled back. Mistake! "Boy!!! You don't yell n' ask me "what?"...you git'cher raggedy ass over here n' FIND OUT "WHAT"?" He hollered back annoyed. As I trotted over, I could see him at the trunk of his car behind the new garage...still naked, throwing a clean shirt on the grass and pulling out a pair of sweat pants. I'd NEVER seen Uncle Buck wear sweat pants. He pulled his knife out of his dirty jeans and began slicing the sweat pants into shorts as I came up. "Yes sir, Uncle Buck, what'cha need?" I asked. "You jus' hold your horses, boy," he mumbled without looking up, not turning to face me until he'd finished slicing the legs off. He shoved his feet inside and pulled them up his tree-trunk legs until they caught under his balls, pushing his balls and cock forward in a graphically sexual way out into the air directly in front of him. He pulled the waist on up and tied the drawstring, then reached inside to rearrange his low-hanging package until his cock was stuffed down the left leg in its usual place. "Up here, Buddy," I felt his gaze boring through the top of my head as I looked up to find him handing me the soap and towel. "Take these in to your mom and ask her if she has room at'er table for an ugly ol' starvin' ox." He ordered. "Sure thing, Uncle Buck." I responded and then headed quickly for the house. Later at dinner, Uncle Buck ended up seated beside me and working on his fourth beer by the time the food got to the table. After a bit, he was talking with mom and dad about how he and Dad had sealed the tin roof against rain when his table knife clattered to the floor. "Would you grab that for me, Buddy, m' back's a lil' sore," he said without missing a beat in his conversation with my parents or looking in my direction. When I bent down under the table, I found Uncle Buck had his ankles wrapped around the back legs of his chair and his thighs spread wide almost in a straight line. With my face right at his knee, I was staring at his long thick horse-cock and hefty balls as they laid across the seat of his chair completely out of the leg of his shorts!! As I watched it thickenend and stretched, then lifted up and swayed away from where it was nestled between his balls and flopped back down on the vinyl seat. At that moment, a bead of clear milky fluid appeared and then drooled down onto the seat...leaving the oversized head of his cock laying in a puddle of its own precum. "Found it," I said coming up and trying to cover why I'd been down there so long. "Sammy!" Mom exclaimed as I put it beside Uncle Buck's plate, "Get up n' get him a new one for god's sake!" "Oh, yeah, sorry," I said, hoping my red face would be passed off as embarrassment over being impolite and not from feeling weird about staring at Uncle Buck's exposed cock. Uncle Buck went on talking with my parents when I came back. I looked across the table at the glass patio door and realized I could get an unobstructed view without getting caught if I went outside. I said I was going to go make sure I closed all the pasture gates and went out the side door. Once there, I went around to the back of the house and crawled under the picnic table in the shadows. Uncle Buck slid down in his chair until his cock and balls hung over the edge. Leaning to the side on the elbow resting on the table, his other hand dropped down into his lap. I watched as he wrapped his fingers around the base of his balls and stroked the top side of his meat with his thumb. His cock stretched and thickened as it became hard, finally rising up to stand straight out from his crotch as if pointing right at me. At that point, he released his balls and began lightly stroking the underside of his impressive meat with the palm of his hand. I overheard Dad mention he wondered what was taking me so long. So, I scooted out from under the table and headed back for the side door. It was open with Uncle Buck standing inside facing me when I got there. He was saying good night to my parents, and did the same with me as he brushed past me...his semi-hard cock searing a path across my hip as he squeezed by me. Nothing like that had happened since that night, but I knew good and well I'd favored Uncle Buck over my other uncles after that. He seemed to do the same...often asking me to get him a beer even though several other cousins were much closer. It may have been just my imagina- tion, though. All of this was going through my mind as I pulled off the highway, opened and then closed the gate after driving through, and drove the three mile "drive way" up to Uncle Buck's house. His Cadillac was there, but no one answered the door when I knocked. I walked around back to the small in-ground pool he'd put in for Aunt Lily just before their current divorce and found his boots, socks, shirt, and cowboy hat tossed across a lounge chair along with the patio door being left wide open. I stepped inside and walked through the dining room and into the kitchen calling out to Uncle Buck. As I neared the living room, my nose was hit with the scent I'd come to associate with him. Pipe tobacco smoke, a dose of beer or whiskey, and a layer of clean outdoorsy sweat. Sure enough, he was there...napping in his leather recliner...three beer cans on the floor beside him and four more on the table along with his pipe, tobacco pouch, and zippo lighter. He layed there shirtless, muscles packing his frame, with one massive hand behind his head and the other at his stomach with his fingers curled into the dense wiry white hair frothing over his skin. His big feet were close together, while his knees were wide apart...thick cock snaking down the left thigh with the head clearly outlined through the thin denim. I crossed the floor and stood next to him. Before I realized it or considered the consequences, I dropped to my knees and skimmed my hand across the very ends of the hair coating his chest. In this position the earthy masculine smell from his armpits was sexier than any perfume Mom or any of the girls from school ever wore. So, I leaned in closer for a deeper whiff. As I took the rich scent deep into my lungs, Uncle Buck began to rouse from sleep. I jumped to my feet and reached over to shake his arm..."Uncle Buck?" He raised one eyebrow and squinted that eye up at me, "Buddy? What the.....aw hell, was t'day the day you're gonna help me with m' balin'?" "Damn it, it was, wasn't it..." he grumbled as he hauled himself up onto his feet, grabbing his pipe and pouch. "Well, I'll tell ya, boy..." his voice boomed as he started stumbling toward the kitchen, pants sliding down his hips and ass with each step, "I worked on gettin' the combine all greased n' oiled up this mornin' n' forgot you was a'comin' over t'day." "It's only one o'clock," I offered as I followed him through the house, staring at his mile-wide shoulders and back. "Well now, that's true...that's true, boy..." he muttered as he dropped his pipe and pouch on the counter, then opened the fridge and bent over to reach inside. His ass stood out like two fur-covered cantaloupes, half exposed with the waist of his jeans barely covering the other half. He straightened, pulled the tab on yet another can of beer, and tipped it back for a long thirsty swig as those jeans gave up and fell almost to his knees. As he dropped the hand holding the beer to his waist and looked down, "Well, I guess that's that then..." turning to look over at me with a deep chuckle. "Well, least y' don't have t' hide behind no horse stall or under no picnic table t' gitta good look this time, huh, boy?" He circled his tongue against his cheek as he wagged his heavy white eyebrows one and moved his beer forward as if in a toast before tossing it back for another long swig. HE KNEW!! The must've been written all over my face as I felt red crawl up my neck and up to my forehead, standing there paralyzed in embarassment. "Awwwww, Buddy, now, don't go gittin' all tangled up n' all squirrely about no gay crap. Grabbin' a hold'a you're own crank don't make y' no homo, n' it ain't no diff'ernt grabbin' ont'a someone else's. Now, jus' simmer down, boy." " 'Sides," he continued, "nobody looks at my johnson like that less'n they wanna wrestle with it. So, git on over here, son." I just stood there, rooted in place, shaking with embarassment and fear of the unknown. I'd never done anything with anyone else. I'd read some about how things went with women in my friends' magazines, but I had no clue about what might go on between two guys! He stepped back and rested his ass against the counter, letting his jeans slide all the way down those tree-trunk legs till they pooled at his ankles. Then, he set his beer down and placed one hand on the edge of the counter while the other reached down to pull his fingers through the thick white rug making an oval shape down his belly. He tipped his head back and looked down at me as his voice dropped in volume and depth, "I said, come'ere, boy..." My legs moved on their own and I stepped up to stand right in front of him. "Git them clothes off, son," he ordered. I just stood there, again, suddenly self-conscious. I'd always wanted a big beefy body like Uncle Buck's, but it would be many years before I filled out. At 5'10" and 185 pounds, my physique was that of a young baseball player if anything. Work on the ranch and atheletics at school left me with rounded muscle cording my shoulders, arms, and thighs, as well as rather prominent angular pec's. But, I certainly wasn't anywhere close to packing the same type of muscle as Uncle Buck. I also felt embarassed about my lack of body hair next to him as I peeled my t-shirt off. I only had a stripe of curly hair from about halfway down my stomach till it disappeared a few inches below my belly- button. Thick tufts of light-brown hair sprouted out from under my arms and just above my dick. There were also the beginnings of body hair on my forearms and lower legs...but, I was sure no one could see that but me. I was also self-conscious of my butt after all the teasing I'd got- ten over it. Some of the guys nicknamed me "Cheeks," which I hated, as lifing hay bales, bags of feed, and stuff had left me with a bubble-butt out of proportion with the rest of my body. As a result I never wore Wrangler jeans since I'd been teased that they made me look like a damned girl from the back. So, I alwasy wore 501's that hid the difference between my small waist and rounder ass. I kicked off my shoes and popped the buttons on my fly before hooking my thumbs in both waistbands and sliding my jeans and tighty-whiteys off. At least I wasn't embarassed about my dick that was standing out and upward from my crotch. At about six or seven inches back then, it was still thick and meaty. Though nothing in comparison to Uncle Buck's, I was still rather proud of it as it was about the same length and thickness soft as hard. So, I was never self-conscious about it in the showers as some of my friends were. "Well, I'll be goddamned if you aren't jus' one helluva purty lil' colt!" Uncle Buck exclaimed in his deep booming voice, making me blush under his appreciation. The hand on his belly moved to ruffle my hair and then the wide paw dropped to my shoulder and pressed me slowly down to my knees. "Touch it, Buddy..." his voice dropped even lower and quieter. I reached out and slid my hands lightly down his long thick slab of cock meat and then mimicked the touch as I moved to stroke his balls. A low groan rumbled up from deep in his chest easing my stress over not knowing what to do. I watched in fascination as his cock stretched, and thickened further, beginning to arch away from his crotch and closer to my face. The whole meaty thing left me in awe, but the head of it was the center of my fascination. It had to be at least three inches long on its own and equally as wide. The rounded tip parted deeply in a long slash of a piss slit and sloped in a minimal curve down to where it flared out mightily just as it met his shaft. I felt him moving over me and looked up to find he'd grabbed his pipe and tobacco from off the counter, and was now filling the bowl as he looked down at me. "Put your mouth on it," he nodded down at me as he put the pipe to his mouth and flicked the zippo to life. Still looking up at him while he puffed to light his pipe and the smoke curled into a cloud at his shoulders, I opened my lips and moved foward until his hulking cock slid against my nose. I moved my mouth up and onto the broad head of his cock, finding that I had to stretch my jaw to its limit in order to get my lips over it. As I did, the smell of his pipe smoke drifted down over me... mixing with the masculine scent of sweat and the rich musk of rancher cock and balls in the summer heat. Another groan rumbled through his chest as I swiped my tongue back and forth under the head filling my mouth. I sucked against the spongy surface to swallow the spit building up in my mouth, and began to lap my tongue all over the bulging chunk of hefty meat. "Ohhh yeaaaahhh, son, you're a fuckin' natural," Uncle Buck groaned again. Both bear-sized hands reached down for the sides of my face and held me in place as he fed more of that fat meat into my hungry mouth. Almost immediately, he hit the back of my throat and caused me to gag with still more than three fourths of his cock still outside my lips. That seemed to spur him on and he hit it repeatedly after that with each stroke. On one stroke he pushed past and drove his cockhead into my throat, causing it to spasm and clamp down. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, BOY....GET UP!" He all but roared as he slid his wet meat from my mouth, leaving it swaying heavily in front of me in the warm air. He pulled his feet free from his jeans and braced those tree-trunk thighs wide apart fisting his hands on his hips...heavy low-hanging balls swinging back and forth with the quick movement. In that moment, he looked like some angry imposing Norse god! I stayed on my knees, thinking I'd done something terribly wrong and that Uncle Buck was about to tell me to leave! "For christ's sake, GET UP!" he demanded, reaching down to grab my face in both hands again and haul me to my feet. Once there, he pulled me against his furry chest and belly and up onto my toes as he stretched me up against him into a deep searing kiss. His tongue dove in and filled my mouth, manhandling my own tongue and delving down my throat. With lightning speed, he let go and spun me around to bend me over the counter he'd just been leaning against. With my chest and side of my face against the cool surface, I saw his beefy hand and forearm knock the glass top off the butter tray, and two sausage-sized fingers scoop up a mound of heat-softened butter. The next thing I knew, that butter was being spread over my tight young asshole and one of those thick rough fingers was being forced inside. Immediately I knew what he intended to do! "NO, NO NO, UNCLE BUCK!!! NO!!!!!" I yelled, jerking up off the counter. He slammed me back down with a beefy hand in the middle of my shoulder blades, stuffing his finger even deeper inside me. I strained my chest up, kicked my legs back at him, and swung my fists back as best I could, though I made no contact. "NO, UNCLE BUCK, PLEASE!!" I begged, "I'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE... OHHH GOD, UNCLE BUCK, PLEEEEASE!!!" "Oh, for crap's sake, Buddy. You're almost a man, noE act like one!" he responded, reaching to the floor and rising up to stuff my own underwear into my mouth as he slid his finger from my hole. It was replaced immedately by what I knew was the wide blunt head of his massive horse-cock pressing firmly against my young asshole. "NO, NO, NOOOOOOO!!!" I screamed into my drawers as he pressed forward forcing my hole to open up around the fat head of his cock. I flopped and foundered on the counter, feet off the floor, arms and legs striking out in any way they could...still yelling in muffled protest! He grabbed both my wrists and pinned them to the small of my back as he used his thighs to shove mine apart and finally punch the broad head of his cock past my assring. "NOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRGHHHH!!!" I screamed as an icy cold numbness shot from my right foot all the way up to my head and my vision fogged over in pain...tears rolling down my face. "Now, that's the worst of it, boy. You'll be on easy street after this t' take the rest of my big ol' hog up that tight lil' tail." he chuckled as I lay there limp and gasping for air. He held still for a while as my spasming hole adjusted to the massive invader he'd shoved up inside. Almost as soon as the pain radiating in circles from my hole outward through the rest of my body began to subside, he began feeding the rest of his mule-dick up inside me. It was a new sensation for my tender assring, going from the spongy head of his cock to the ribbed steel feeling of the flesh-covered shaft pushing past over-sensitized nerve endings! My chest heaved against the counter as I gasped for breath, the need for air becoming desperate as more and more of his length pressed past internal organs and forced a pathway inside me for his monster cock. I hadn't realized I'd lifted my head back up until I felt the snowy white brillo-pad of his crotch against my ass cheeks, and it dropped back down in physical and emotional exhaustion. I finally had it all in me. But, I was wrong. A few seconds later, he thrust forward...flattening my ass cheeks against his hips, and sinking another couple ass-stretching inches inside me. At this point, he released my hands and placed both of his on each side of my hips. And, holding me in place, he began to move his hips from side to side...stirring that huge cock around in me. The sensation of him forcing his cock to shove the insides of my body around made my eyes cross and my jaw jerk open as I groaned from somewhere deep down in my belly. Suddenly, his cock started stroking over something inside me and my body started to convulse as hot electricty shot through me. "OH...OHHHHH...OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHARRRRRRR RRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!" I screamed into the drawers still muffling my volume. At the same time as my body flopped underneath him, my ass clamped down on his width and rode him like a bucking bronco. My dick began spewing my load down the cabinet door under me, and my yelling continuing as the orgasm wracked through my body. As I finally began coming down from it, Uncle Buck began sliding his thick hands up and down my waist and hips. "Jesus, fuck...Buddy...you're not just'a goddamned natural.... you're ONE IN'A FUCKIN' MILLION, BOY!!!" He slid and arm underneath me, "Come on now, son, stand up." I layed there limply, chest still heaving as aftershocks ripped through me every few seconds and cum continued to drool out of my dick. "Come on, Buddy...stand up for me, sport..." Uncle Buck repeated, this time using his arm to pull me to my feet till I collapsed breath- lessly against his furry flat belly and pumped up chest. "Now...walk sideways with me, boy." he urged, stepping side- ways and taking me with him, cock still buried in my ass. "Here we go, son," as we got to the end of the cabinets and he laid me back over. Exhausted, I let him raise the outside leg until my thigh was resting on the counter beside my hip. "Now, look to your left again..." he said. "Oh yeaaaahhhh...." he whispered in a low growl as I opened my eyes into that tall mirror across the room to see him looking at the same thing I was...that huge cock stretching my asshole wide and sinking its length up into me. I was awestruck. I'd had biology classes and knew as I watched him bottom out inside me that he had to be up past my hips and poking into the bottom of my stomach!!! Him having part of his body inside my own was enough to blow my mind...the mere thought of it was incredible. The fact that there was so much of it up inside me seemed impossible! Yet....my GOD!!!, IT FELT GOOD!!! I felt overwhelmed! My fantasy and obsession with Uncle Buck had only been to touch that huge over-sized cock of his. To have had it in my mouth and now up inside my ass, were both things that hadn't occurred to me. I watched in amazed awe as he slid his slick cock in and out of my ass...slowly as if he wanted to watch, or wanted me to watch, inch after inch of it disappear and reappear from the teenage ass of his nephew. As I took in his huge burly body, covered in that dense white fur over his bulging muscles, picking up speed and starting to piston that thick mule-dick in and out of my hole...I realized new tears were forming in my eyes. Even years later, I wouldn't know from where those tears came. From the enormity of him being my uncle, because it was my first time, from the fact that his cock was so huge and being stuffed so deeply inside me? It didn't matter and still doesn't. All I knew and know now, is that it turned me inside out and overwhelmed me like nothing before or since. Uncle Buck bent over me, laying his chest and belly across my back...his thick wiry fur sending chills up my neck as he looked at me in the mirror and brought his lips to my ear. The position limited his movememt and he slowly rocked his hips to move only a few inches in and out of my well-stretched hole. "Buddy," he spoke low and soft as if telling me a secret, "y' know how your Aunt Lily always calls me 'Daddy'?" I nodded quietly, floating in the feeling of having his massive body laying on top of mine as his cock pumped smoothly inside my ass. "I want you t' call me 'Daddy,' and tell me you want me t' fuck you...tell me you love me inside you..." he continued, then grasped my jaw and pulled me into another deep mind-bending kiss. He pulled back from the kiss and stared deeply into my eyes, "You'll do that for me, sport?" I stared back and only nodded. I didn't understand at all and felt silly at the thought of doing what he asked. I did know, however, that I would do anything this man asked. He was everything a man should be. Tall, built, loud, hard living, held nothing back, and was more handsome than any man I'd ever seen. AND...he was introducing me to sex and the mystery of my own body. He was teaching me things I'd never dreamed of, and doing things to me I knew no one else would ever come close to. Yes, even if I didn't understand it, I would do anything this man asked of me! He straightened and pulled the entire length of his cock out of me and waited till my eyes looked up to his throught the mirror in askance. A second later, he drove in to the hilt, curling my toes and dropping my jaw with the impact. "OH GOD, YES, DADDY!!" I half groaned, half yelled before I realized what I'd said. Wide-eyed, I raised my eyes to his as knowledge and under- standing hit me like a ton of bricks. Time stopped as I stared into those icy blue slits of of his eyes. 'Daddy'...big man, dominating, in control, authoritative, demanding, strong and powerful, yet not misusing that power or strength. Ohhhhhhh man, I understood. "Oh yeah, Daddy, fuck me..." my eyes skimmed over his body as my mind let go, "Big bull...FUCK ME....PLEASE!" His eyes slitted even further as he growled low, pulled out and shoved back in, jarring my spine with the impact again. He held it there, staring me down, demanding more from me. I decided to stop worrying about how stupid I might sound and just said what I felt...what I'd been feeling ever since the pain had fled and the intense pleasure he was giving me had taken its place. "Oh god, DADDY," I dropped my forehead to the counter, "your cock's so damned huge I feel like it's taking up all the room inside me!" "Oh yeah, boy, you like Uncle Buck's huge cock, huh? "AHHHHHHHHHHH!!" I yelled as he skewered me balls deep yet again. "Oh, fuck! I LOVE IT!" I yelled again..him interrupting me each time he drove deep inside me, "It...AAAAAAHHHHH!!!...feels like you're ....OHHHHHHHH FUCKKKK!!!...up inside my...AAAAAAAAGGGH!! ....BELLY!!!!" "You want me t' stop, boy?" he asked through labored breaths. My head jerked to look over my shoulder at him, "God NO! DON'T STOP!! Fuck me....AAAAAAGGGHHH!!!" He plunged into me yet again,"...FUCK ME, DADDY!" "FUCK MEEEE!!!" I yelled yet again, feeling myself starting the climb of going over the edge again. That crazed feeling of my mind separa- ting from my body and nothing existing in the world except for his huge horse-cock pounding my young asshole into oblivion! "Why y' cryin,' son? Huh? Why ya cryin'?" he demanded roughly, continuing to piledrive my ass with his massive battering ram! "OH GOD!" That telltale tingle was racing through my balls to the base of my dick, "JUST FUCK ME, DADDY!!!! FUUUUCKKKK MEEEEEE! "DADDY, FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!! FUUUUUUCCCCKK MEEEEEEEEE!!!" my voice broke past yelling and into almost screaming as I begged shamelessly for the pounding of his grizzly bear cock!! "Ohhhhhhhh fuuUUUCCKK, BOYYYYY..." He wrapped one hand around my raised thigh and gripped one of my shoulders with the other as he pulled me off the counter and onto my feet. Only my shoulders still laid on the counter as he bent his knees and began slamming into me like a big wild animal....grunting and cussing as he fucked me like a big overheated piece of farm machinery....pounding into that spot he'd hit before on every deep brutal stroke. My hands reached behind my neck to grab a hold of his hairy forearm in a vise grip as I shouted, "DADDY, I'M GONNA CUMMMM!!" At that he slammed into me even harder than I thought possible, lifting me onto my toes with each ramming of his huge thick cock just as a deep roar began exploding from his chest. "FUCK, BOY, TAKE IT...TAKE IT ALL !!!" "YES, UNCLE BUCK, YESSSSSSSS!!!!" I burst out as I felt the pressure of his cum jetting out with the force of a firehose and slattering against the internal walls of my ass, ingniting my own cum to spew from my dick and onto the floor beneath me. It felt as if the length of his mammoth cock driving in and out of me was pushing more and more cum from my balls and out my dick. At the same time, I could feel his massive load flooding my ass...streaming out of my tight hole and down my balls and thighs. Damn, he must've been cum- ming gallons inside me!!! As both our orgasms subsided and it hit me that through it all I'd not once touched my own dick, he sidled us both over to the sink. He turned on the hot water, chest heaving and we both struggled to catch our breath, and dropped the dish washing cloth inside along with some soap. Still with his fat cock lodged inside me, he squeezed out the cloth and began swiping it around and over both our cocks n' balls, legs, and my ass. He rinsed it out and handed it to me, motioning at the mess I'd made on the cabinet door and the over at the end on the floor. After I'd wiped everything down, he finished the last of his beer and set the can on the counter as I dropped the cum drenched cloth in his sink. Without a word, he took me by the shoulders and steered me through the patio door before pushing me into the pool and then jumping in behind me. It was only about four feet deep, but nice and refreshing after the heated sexual frenzy inside the kitchen "I figured we could both use a dip after that. Wouldn't ya say so, sport?" "Oh yeah," I grinned...wanting to hug him, but not knowing if that was okay. "What's that little colt-brain of yer's all focused on now, boy?" I decided to be honest. "Well, I jus' wanted t' hug ya, Uncle Buck." "Hell, boy, then do it. Won't git nothin' in life less' ya go fer what'cha want!" His voice was back to it's standard booming volume again which made me laugh a bit to myself for some reason. I waded over and wrapped my arms around him, laying my head against his hairy chest as one of his big hands came up to rub the top of my head. We stood there like that for a few minutes until I felt his cock rise again and start flexing against my hip from his taller height. He took my hand and pushed it under the water and onto his hardening shaft. "You wanna lil' more, Buddy?" he asked low and quiet, leaning down into my ear again. I smiled and looked up at him, squinting in the sun, "Yeah......... 'Daddy'....I think I would." He waded backward to the edge of the pool, careful to not dis- lodge my hand from his ever-hardening shaft, where he lifted himself up to sit on the ledge. "You gotta mind t' suck this big daddy-cock, boy?" I nodded and slid my hands and arms over his furry thighs as I moved to take his cock into my mouth. "You ever seen a dick that big before, Buddy?" I shook my head continuing to suck on his hefty meat and struggle to get more of it into my mouth. "Prob'ly never will either, that's a helluva big piece'a meat if I do say so m'self." he said as he stroked the back of my head. "Stroke my balls, Buddy," he ordered, and I quickly went to work doing just that as I nursed as much of his impressive length as I could get to. "Use one hand t' stroke what'cha can't suck, boy, I'll teach ya how t' suck the whole thing some other time." he added When I did, I got a low groan in response as he used the hand at the back of my neck to set up the rhythm he liked best. Once my hand was around the base of his thick cock, I kept being amazed at the sheer girth of it. It was about the diameter of a beer bottle, and I couldn't see how he could have possibly gotten it inside my ass!! He had, though, and the memory of him holding me down as he'd forced it in began making me as hot as sucking on his oversized cock like a starving calf was already doing. All too soon, his balls tightened up close to his crotch and his eyes that'd drifted closed in pleasure now opened to stare down at me. "Say it, Buddy," he rasped as he breathing quickened, "say it!" I jacked his cock faster as I watched him move closer to cumming again. Leaving his cock in my mouth, and just mumbling around it, I gurgle out a muffled, "D a d d y" "AAAAGGGHHHHHH," he choked out as his grip on my neck stopped all the motion of my head. His big fat cock began flexing inside my lips as jet after jet of thick salty cum splattered inside. I struggled to swallow it all, and failed as some leaked out the sides of my mouth and down my chin. At the same time, my own thighs straightened out rigidly and my dick began spewing my third load into the pool water...without being touched yet again. I stood there looking up at my huge hairy uncle, eyes squeezed tightly as his cock continued spewing into my mouth, mustache sweeping down past his jaw, chest arms and shoulders flexing as his balls emptied down my throat. Fuck!