Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2019 21:36:44 +0000
From: Tiao Wu <hjk7359@hotmail.com>
Subject: Here Cums the Neighborhood - Part 16

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Chapter 16 - Chores


"I'm glad that you were able to make it back to my office, Mr. Sebastian,"
the familiar voice of Dr. Amar chimed in my head. My eyes opened and I had
a groggy and deflated feeling in my chest, as though I'd been asleep for a
whole week. I was in the center of a dark auditorium-like room. Lights
shown all around me, but I could only make out the outlines of shadows in
the audience.


"H-huh?" I asked. "Wh-where am I?" I looked down and saw that I was
completely naked. My legs were strapped to a contraption that held them
apart, leaving my hole open and exposed.


"No worries, Sebastian. Isn't that what the kids say these days?" he asked
light-heartedly. "I was going over the tests that we took the last time you
were here. He began unbuttoning his lab coat, revealing a complete nude
body beneath. His dark skin looked warm and comforting in this dark
room. "And I found some pretty exciting stuff. Stuff I, nor the world had
ever seen."


"Wha...like what?"


"You have a mutation in your blood. Don't worry it's nothing to be afraid
of." His cock instantly was a rock hard length that I couldn't remember
from my time with him. It was almost cartoonish in its size compared to the
waist that it was protruding from. "When you are sexually stimulated, the
mutation that runs in your blood becomes active, and we're able to
demonstrate your full potential."


I shook my hips a bit to try and release myself from the contraption. As I
wriggled in the doctor's invention, my cock grew harder and harder.


"Audience, watch carefully as the specimen is exposed to sexual
stimulation," Dr. Amar seemed to pontificate to nobody. "I have some help
for this experiment with some people that you're probably familiar with."
And as he finished that sentence, a line of men walked in. From the shadows
of this room, they were revealed one by one, my father, Coach Scott,
Mr. McCook, Mr. Sands, Mr. Grisham, the movers Al and Jeremy, the guy from
the Louie's restaurant bathroom, and the farmer. All naked. Swinging cocks
from their waists. Suddenly a translucent curtain was draped across my
stomach cutting me off from being able to see who was in front of me.


"Wh-what's happening?" I asked nervously, my dick spasming excitedly
against my stomach.


"For the experiment to work, it's important that you aren't able to see the
men who are pleasuring and stimulating you. We want this to be purely
medical. I'll be monitoring your progress, as well as acting as one of the
stimulants." Dr. Amar disappeared behind the curtain, so I wasn't able to
see him anymore.


"If you're quite ready, we'd like to begin." Without much warning, I felt
the first press of a dick against my hole. It took a few seconds before it
managed to sink its way into me. That was Mr. McCook, I could tell.


"ANnnngh!" I whimpered. I could feel the primal force behind each of his
thrusts before finally, a surge of warmth collected into me. My skin was
growing red with heat and lust. I instantly wanted more. Mr. McCook
withdrew his cock away from my ass, and suddenly a powerful and forceful
cock shot its way inside of me.


"GYAHH!" I shouted, cum shot from my dick instantly, painting my chest with
semen. "UNngh...unggghh, I...I CAME!" I shouted to no one. No one listening
at least. The pelvic thrusts kept coming until I felt another surge of hot
liquid.


One by one, cocks kept driving into me, and every once and a while I would
shoot a load, adding to the puddle of jizz that was starting to overflow
from my stomach and drip off of me. I looked down at myself in a hazy humid
stupor. My skin had grown a deep red, and body hair splayed all across my
body. My tiny muscles now bulged and were embossed with veins. I was
transforming with each orgasm that was deposited inside of me and each
punch against my prostate. My boy cock was beginning to triple, quadruple
in size and virility. Soon enough the bed was starting to break beneath
me. I fell to my knees, the translucent curtain now torn down. The group of
men now looked terrified and excited to see me. I was a full-grown demonic
monster towering over them. I roared in pleasure as gallons of cum surged
from my dick and drenched them in my seed. They cried in agony as their
skin singed at the temperature, but they continued to cry for more. I
collapsed on all fours, my totem pole of a cock now resting on the
floor. The men all gathered around massaging and tenderly making love to my
cock, wailing with need and thanks.


*


I jolted awake with a massive hard on shoved in my shorts. I looked around,
and recalled that I was the small back seat of my dad's truck. To my left
was Earl, sleeping against the window, to my right was Woody. Their bodies
pressed against my wasn't helping my erection. In the front was Dale since
he had the longest legs, and my dad was driving. Dale's head rested against
the window, asleep as well.


"All good, Seb?" my dad asked, glancing in the rear view mirror. It was
Saturday, and we were driving back to the old house to do some last touches
on cleaning the place up before it sold. Also to leave Dad's friends behind
before making the move final. The fact that my mother let me go with him
was totally unexpected, but I think she preferred when there were as few of
the family possible at the house.


"Yeah, good. I...was dreaming," I said, rubbing my eyes.


"Must've been a good dream," Dad said, with a smirk. I must have been
moaning in my sleep. Hopefully no one else heard. Earl tossed a bit in his
seat, pressing his hip against mine, and lifted his arm above his head. His
pit was only inches from my face. Woody shifted, too, his leg was pressed
against mine. The amount of testosterone in this truck was causing my head
to spin.


Yesterday, the boys and my dad had a party in our garage, and I got to come
along. Be one of the guys.


"Sebby boy here may not look't," Woody barked, "but he's just like his old
man. Haha!" I struggled to finish the warm beer that I was handed for
winning their penis size competition. We all stood in the humid garage, our
cocks out, my drive to get on my knees and slobber on each and every one of
them was growing more and more intense. To feel each of them in my ass. A
string of precum dribbled from my prick and spat against the floor.


"Look at that lil thing," Dale squeaked. "Kickin' and screamin'. Reminds me
of the good 'ol days." Dale stuffed his dick back into his jeans. Woody
followed suit with his chubby cock. Earl managed to shove his back in his
jeans, looking like he had a stapler in his front pocket. Finally, my
dad. I said goodbye to his dick as it slipped into his tight jeans. Earl
and my dad awkwardly sat back down, their hard-ons making it difficult.


I tucked mine back into my shorts.


"Seb, it's gettin' late," my dad said. "Why don't you head up to bed. I'll
be up in a minute." My eyes widened. My dad was going to tuck me in? Just
the two of us?


"Okay. Night everyone," I called behind me. I stepped into the cool air of
the kitchen and headed to the bathroom to shower, brush my teeth and get to
bed. My cock throbbed thinking about my dad. Thinking of all of those
men. Their penises out in the open air. I thought about being in the center
of all four of them. Taking two in my hands, one in my mouth, one in my
ass. Or--or!--two in my mouth, one in my hand, on in my ass. Or, even
better, two in my ass, two in my mouth. Any which way. As long as I could
be plugged completely by meat.


In bed, I lay in my dark bedroom completely on top of my sheets, entirely
naked, still sticky from the shower. My cock pulsed in my hand, and I
stroked myself thinking of all the possibilities of dick, of getting
fucked, of housing ounces of cum inside of me.


Suddenly I saw hallway light entering my room. The familiar shadow of my
father grew larger as he approached me. The intense heat of his body
practically changed the temperature of the space. My skin grew electric
with every step he took closer to me. He closed the door hastily.


"Seb," he whispered. "I can't stay long," he continued. I simply looked at
him in his dark eyes. Continuing to play with myself, prepared to ejaculate
just by having my dad near me. "I...I've missed you," he said, somewhat
sheepishly.


"I...ungh...I've missed you too." My fist clenched around my cock, using my
precum as lube. "Dad, I want you to fuck me," I said with yearning. "I want
you to fuck me so bad."


"Can...can you stop that for a second?" He placed his hand on my hand,
slowing along the shaft of my dick. "We have to drive back to the old house
tomorrow. I want you to come with us. Back home."


"How...how come?" I asked, breathless.


"We have a lot of work to do to finish up before we can put the old house
on the market. Painting, cleaning, plumbing, landscaping. We can get it all
done in a weekend. But we could use an extra set of hands." I didn't like
the idea of working, but I did like the idea of being with my
dad. Especially away from here, and my mother. "On the drive back, I'll
need someone to keep me company. Maybe we can take some side roads on the
way?"


My heart skipped a beat. "I can help!"


"Good," I could feel my dad's smile, see his eyes crinkle with crows
feet. His hand nudged mine aside, fingers coiling around my cock. His hand
gripped my shaft. His skin ran against my cock, sending warm waves of
pleasure up and down my body.


"Onnnngh," I whimpered. I thrust my hips along with my dad's hand.


"Y'close?" he asked. Yes, my head screamed. I've been "close" for what felt
like hours.


"Y-yeah, Dad...I'm cum...I'm gonna cum," I whispered in agony. My dad
lurched toward my cock ready to take the spewing load. My body quaked and
my forearm shot to my mouth to stifle any noise that I could make. My
heartbeat drummed against my chest as cum shot from my dick, into my dad's
stomach.


"Errrh, Dad," I grunted as I felt his tongue run against my cock. "D-dad,"
I whimpered. Finally my body sank into my bed, and my dad's mouth drew away
from my dick, leaving me behind with a smack of his lips.  Dad moved his
way to my lips and pressed his against mine, the taste of my cum still
fresh on his tongue. My body was a flame from his touch. After a long kiss,
a chance to savor my dad's breath once again, he pulled away.


"Good night," he said, and walked out of my bedroom.


Sitting in the truck now, I couldn't wait for the alone time I would have
with my dad. But, waking up in between Woody, a man with the potential for
some piggish and primal fun, and Earl, a slab of marble cut by the redneck
gods, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to behave myself around them
this weekend.


As the sun began to set, my mind raced with images of what my dad and I
would do tonight. I wanted to have sex in every way possible, in every room
of our now empty old house. I wanted to drink him up in every vision that I
could. I wanted my breath the reek of his cum for months, so that I could
simply cough and be reminded of him.  My legs bounced with excitement as my
dad would take turns and exits that I remembered as a little kid, signaling
that we were getting closer.


When we finally arrived back at the old house, it was just as I remembered
it. Being swallowed up by the wild plants of hill country, dirty stone in
need of a good power washing, patchy lawn in need of mowing. Memories of a
simpler time flooded back to me. A time before my every waking moment was
distracted by sex. And now here I was, addicted to the dicks of men, a
bringer orgasms to so many people. I caught a glimpse of the time:
10:30. It was late, but for a drive that typically took four hours, we made
good time.


Everyone filed out of the truck, shaking their legs awake from sitting for
so long.


"Alright, Gary, we're gonna head home," Woody said, clapping his hands
together. "Have fun!"


"The fuck you are," my dad called after him.


"Ahhh, you know we couldn't just leave ya with this mess," Woody
continued. "After all you've done for us." It was true, anytime these guys
needed anything, my dad was always the first person to raise his hand to
volunteer. Maybe all this extra work that they were doing for him was their
way of saying thanks.


It was late, and all the work would have to be done in the morning. The men
would go to their homes, get some sleep, and would be back in the
morning. My dad and I, however, might not be getting much sleep.


"Y'sure you don't want to stay with me and Janie?" Earl asked.


"The house still has electricity, Earl," my dad said. "We'll be fine on air
mattresses tonight," he finished. I scanned my dad up and down, his wife
beater was wrinkled from staying in the same position for so long. His
jeans still stretched tight around his strong legs and his ass, despite
having been sitting, still was round, protruding outward, firm. My cock
stirred in my shorts, eager for what I knew would be coming soon.


"Suit yerselves," Earl said. The three filed off to their trucks parked in
the driveway, and with a couple more playful comments and waves, the men
were off in a caravan. Once the roar of trucks finally dissipated. My dad
and I were alone. Alone fully for the first time over a month. We looked at
one another, and made our way to the front door. Moths and june bugs
flitted around us at the tail-end of summer.


"Thanks fer comin' back home with me, Seb," my dad said almost
nonchalantly.


"Are you kidding me, Dad?" I asked, my voice practically shaking with lust.


"I just know it's a long drive. Not fun. Y'coulda stayed at home if ya
wanted. Just sayin' it means a lot."


"Well, if it means that...that we can...you know," I realized how long it
had been since I'd brought up any sex stuff with my dad. How many men I'd
been with since our last time together. My hole had experienced so much
without him.


My dad slipped his key into the front door, and my stomach twisted with
excitement, imagining what would happen once we were inside. He pushed open
the door and we were greeted by the empty living room that I remembered
from my earliest childhood. We stepped inside, and my dad let the door shut
behind us.


"That we can fuck?" he asked, his voice gravelly and laced with
masculinity, especially in the southern way he sounded when saying the word
"fuck". The house was dark.  I tossed my back back to the side of the front
door as I used to when I would get home from school. My vision spiraled
with hazy lights trying to make out the corners and edges that I'd grown
up.


But the second that door clicked behind us, I knew a marathon was about to
begin. I felt the swooping of hands under my armpits. My feet left the
floor as my dad lifted me and shoved me against the wall of our opening
living room. I barely made out my dad's face as it was inches in front of
me. His breath hot and humid on my neck. Suddenly, I felt his wet tongue
push open my lips, and slide into my mouth.


"Mmmmmmmmm," he exhaled, as though he were breathing through me. As though
he were breathing with relief for the first time in weeks.  My tongue met
his, and they coiled around each other. Our lips smacked loudly against one
another, sucking down the spit from our cheeks as though our lives depended
on it.


When we finally departed, my voice trickled, hardly making sense from my
throat.


"Onnngh, D-dad," I felt his bulge running against mine, as he slowly thrust
himself against me. "G-god, Dad," I whimpered. My cock stirred in my
shorts, and I could feel my balls rolling against my shaft as I levitated,
held firmly against my dad's body. His smell of basil, baked bread, and
pine trees rubbed against me.  Just being pressed against my father like
this, my eyes rolled with pleasure. My dad's voice hummed as he rocked
himself against me, tasting the sweat on my neck. Licking my ear, sending
shivers throughout my body. Being tender, which is something I'd missed
from him. Each time his hips moved, I could feel that fiery sensation in my
balls that signalled that I was about to cum.


"Dad. Dad, I'm gon--" I winced as my dad pressed himself into me again, his
bulge practically fucking me through my shorts. My cock throbbed beneath
the cage of my clothes, and as my dad pushed himself against me again, I
couldn't help it. I couldn't hold myself back. "I'm...gonna cum, ennnngh!"
My fingers gripped my dad's wife beaters as my hips jerked and jolted
against my father's weight. My legs gripped the sides of my dad's waist,
and I began to feel the warm surge of liquid soak my shorts.


"Annnngh!" I wailed, my voice echoing through the halls of my childhood
home. "UNnnnngh! Mmmmmph!" My dad's hand ran up the leg of my shorts,
almost as though he were checking to see if I'd really just cummed my
pants. His fingers dabbed my sticky cock, fumbling around my erection. When
he pulled his hand out of my shorts, he brought his fingers to his lips,
and he sort of chuckled with surprise.


"Damn, Seb," he licked his fingers and tasted my semen. "I hope that you've
got more than that in you," he said, letting me slowly fall to the floor.


"Y-yeah, Dad," I said clumsily. When I landed to the floor. My dad dropped
to his knees, and unzipped my shorts, running one of his hands along my
leg. "You've been workin' out, Seb." He groped my thigh and my calf. "I can
tell."


"Th-thanks," I said somewhat shyly. Dad finished unzipping me, letting my
shorts fall to the floor. My underwear was a goopy and sticky mess. He
squeezed my firm erection, pulled down my briefs, leaving my moist dick
exposed. Without hesitation he dived onto my dick, cleaning my cock of any
leftover cum. Typically I would be overwhelmed with sensitivity that
quickly after an orgasm, but it's almost like I came without fully
climaxing. So I welcomed his mouth as though I had twelve more loads to
spend on him.


"Mmmmmph," my dad moaned as he swallowed me. His lips smacked as his warm
mouth treated itself to the slit of my dick, making my knees quake.


"Grrrrrr, Dad," I said smiling widely. My heart raced with excitement,
eager to get on my knees and have my own helping of dick soon. "Unnngh,
I...I want your dick, Dad. I want it so badly," I moaned. Dad jumped to his
feet, still taller than me to the point where I wouldn't necessarily get on
my knees to suck him off. He pulled off his belt and ripped open his
fly. In my slowly adjusting vision, I was surprised to see his cock already
flinging toward my face, without any underwear holding it
back. Instinctively I slacked my jaw and pounced upon my dad's dick. The
musky smell causing my head to swim. I thankfully pushed my head down on
his cock, as though it were the last dick I'd ever swallow.


"Annnngh, fuck yeah, Seb. God, I've missed you. Shit, son. Fucking worship
my cock, boy," he whispered, his breath labored.  I heard Dad kicking off
his shoes and letting his pants fall away from his feet. "UNnnnngh, yeah,
son, hooooof," he growled. I loved how loud he was being. How open we were
able to be in this house. I plunged as far as I could onto his dick,
feeling it stretch open my throat and stifle my breath, drinking my
father's cock as though my life depended on it. My dick jerked with need as
I buried my face in my dad's pubes. "Gahhhh, fuck yeah!" my dad's hand
grabbed the back of my head, and he pounded his navel into my nose, fucking
my skull with his massive tool. Tears streamed down my face as his balls
swung against my chin.  "Oooorrrrgh!" he roared as he fucked my head as
though I were nothing. As though I wasn't his son. "Fuckkkkkkgh!" he
yelled, yanking his cock away from me as he held onto both of my ears. I
gasped for air as spit swung from my lips in a messy web. My dad leaned
down and lapped up the drool from my lips, holding my face in his hands.


"God damn, Seb," he panted. "How've you gotten so good at that?" Rather
than answer I dove back on his cock, swallowing his meat whole once
more. "Ahhhhhngh..." he sighed. I gagged on my father's dick, letting the
spongy head of his cock rake against my tonsils, taking a steady drip of
precum. My entire body responded to the flavor of my dad's silky precum, my
brain firing signals of greedy need that I couldn't ignore. I pulled away
from dad's dick, looking up at him.


"Suck my cock, Dad. Suck me off while I'm sucking you," I begged.


"Fuck yeah, son," he whispered in response as we both fell to the floor. My
dad twisted his body, laying on his back, the shadow of his dick swinging
from side to side as though it were a metronome. I swung my legs around my
dad's shoulders, my cock dangling over his face. I felt my balls rest
against his nose. I went back to working on my dad's cock, as my dick was
swallowed by the warmth of my dad's mouth, swimming against his tongue. Our
moans filled the emptiness of the house. I thrust my hips slightly,
selfishly fucking my dad's mouth with my boyish prick. It wasn't large
enough to do any damage, but it was still fun to bounce on my dad's face,
while I plugged my own face with his.


Eventually my cock slipped from my dad's mouth, and he went to making out
with my ass.


"Mmmmmmmph," I responded, as the ticklish warmth of my dad's tongue slid
along my asshole. "MmmmmMMMMmmm," I sang with each sensation. Dad ran his
tongue along my asshole, my taint, balls, back around my cock, playing with
me, seeing how I reacted to each moment with pleasure. Precum leaked onto
his adam's apple as he continued driving me wild. Just the warmth of his
breath seemed to get me closer to climaxing. I continued working on my
dad's dick, needing at least one our shared loads today to be in my mouth,
down my throat, and resting in my stomach.


"OHhhhhngh, son, yer gettin' me so fuckin' close," he winced. His tongue
still playing and flecking against my cock and balls.


"Mmmmmph," I moaned along with him. I felt my balls reeling and tightening
around my shaft as my cock was engulfed in my father's spit. I worked my
legs so that I was bouncing joyfully along my dad's head, my cock splashing
in and out of my father's mouth.


"MMmmmmRGMMMMPH!" my dad roared, his hips thrusting into me as I thrust
into him. In unison we let out a collective orgasmic moan as we emptied our
loads into one another, feed each other our helping of cum. Dad's cum
surged and rocketed to the back of my throat, dousing my teeth, splashing
against my tonsils. My eyes rolled as I tasted and savored every drop of my
father's piping hot load of cum. At the same time, I deposited my second
load of the night into my dad's mouth, as my body shook and shivered with
feverish and uncontrolled spasms of pleasure.


As our bodies became more relaxed and in sync, we slowly pulled the cocks
out of our mouths. "S-sit on my face, Seb," my dad panted. "Get over here
and sit on my face," he said again.


I struggled at first to get to my knees, but as I gained my footing, I did
what I was told. I felt my dad's scratchy stubble scrape against the cheeks
of my ass, his tongue instantly shot inside my hole sending a series of hot
jolts of pleasure through my spine.


"Annnngh!" I yelped. My dad's hands slapped against my ass, my cock jerking
to life once more as the sharp sting registered through my body. His hands
guided my hips, encouraging to ride along the bridge of my dad's nose,
along the entire length of his face, his facial hair tickling and
scratching me with every revolution. Eventually I understood the rhythm he
was having me follow and I was riding my father's face as though it were a
saddle on a horse's back.


"Unnnngh, Dad..." I whimpered uneasily. Precum drooled from my dick,
dribbling onto my dad's scruffy chin. His breathing sounded like a tornado
as his tongue whipped and lashed against my hole, sending waves of pleasure
from my shoulder blades to my toes.  I fell forward, trembling as my dad
craned his neck forward still chowing down on my hole. I took Dad's firm
cock in my mouth once again, still hard despite cumming, and took more of
my fill of meat as my dad lapped up my hole as though it were honey.


Dad finally pulled me by my hips, dragging my body along his before
twisting me around so that I was laying on the floor. Dad climbed on top of
me holding my arms against the carpeted floor. His cock pressed against
mine, looking deep into my eyes. The darkness of the house was starting to
creep away, and I could see my dad almost crystal clear. The firm jaw, the
powerful shoulders, and the cock cut from bronze that I fell in love
with. He ran his face against mine, his facial hair soggy with spit from
mauling my ass with his mouth. I leaned forward, and sticking my tongue
out, I lapped up some of his spit, tasting of my ass.


I stretched my legs apart, gripping his waist between my thighs, wagging my
hole against his firm dick. I could feel the tip so tantalizingly close to
my ass. My ass was like a venus flytrap, prepared to clamp around whatever
got near it, and devour it entirely.


"You want me to fuck you?" my dad asked sweetly, almost like he was asking
a child if they wanted to go to the park. "You want me to fuck you, son?"
he asked again, rocking his hips back and forth.


"Unnnngh yes, Dad. I want you to fuck me so bad," I shivered, thinking
about it. How perfect my dad was, how long I'd been in agony thinking of
the places my father's dick takes me, that no man has been able to surpass.


"Yeah?" he asked. Reaching down, he thwacked his wet cock along my equally
slobbery hole. "You want my cock in you, Seb?"


"God, yes," I whispered, writhing on the floor.


"Tell me how bad you want it, son." I could tell my dad was loving
this. Loving being desired. I had to wonder when the last time he felt like
this, judging by how little he received it from my mother. "Tell me how
badly you want me to fuck you," he said, with yearning.


"I want you to fuck me so badly, Dad," I said more vocally. "I want your
big cock, Dad. I want you to fuck me with your big cock."


"Yeah?" he said playfully, a mischievous grin spreading across his
face. "You like my cock, son? You've missed it?" he asked more playfully.


"Yes, Dad. I've missed your cock so much. I think about it all the
time. How big it feels in my ass."


"Tell me what you want," he said, sliding a joint of his finger inside my
hole. I gasped, tightening my grip around his hips.  "Tell me, son. What do
you want me to do?"


"Annnnngh," I moaned, feeling his finger slide in and out of me, tracing
the outline of my hole and then sinking deeper inside. "I-I want you to
fuck me," I whimpered. He pressed a second finger into me, causing me to
groan with need.


"Yeah? Say it again," his fingers tapped against my prostate, causing my
eyes to become aflame with lust.


"I want you to fuck me, D-dad," I winced as his fingers retreated from my
hole.


"Say it. Loud," he demanded.


"Fuck me, Dad! FUCK me!" I shouted. "FFFFFFUCK ME!" I roared, spit flying
from my mouth.


"HOooorrrrgh," my dad roared and rammed his massive cock into me, each inch
flying inside of me at light speed, no concern for how it might hurt. I
arched my back taking the entire length of his cock inside my ass.


"GYAAAAAH!" I shrieked, feeling my cock quiver as my dad's cock pulsed
inside of me.


"Y-you..." my dad stuttered, "you okay, son."


"Fuck me," I whispered grinding my hips, encouraging him to push further
into me. "Fuck me, Dad!" I yelled.


"Fuck yeah, son," he said, smiling, picking up his tempo finally. My skin
shone with sweat, as my dad's cock raked against my insides. My body burned
with desire as I felt my ass stretching apart, welcoming my dad's cock
inside of me. Dad pinned my arms to the floor, taking complete control of
me and my body. Using me as some kind of ragdoll for him to stuff himself
into. His cock was like a sword, impaling me, and I was fine with being the
sheath to his sword. With each thrust, each punch into me, I felt my body
slowly give into my father. Agreeing that I would do whatever he wanted.


"UNnnnnnngh, fu-uuuuuuck!" I hissed, foaming at the mouth. Dad's face
dripped in sweat as he continued plowing me, my legs dangling at his sides,
bones and muscle tossed by the storm that was my father's powerful
body. "Fuggmeeeeee," I roared, as my Dad increased his pace. My body
relinquished all control, my hair matted with sweat tangled into the
shagginess of the carpet. I cried in pleasure as my dad's firm cock wailed
against my prostate, causing precum to ooze from my tortured cock.


"UNNNNGH! D-DAAAD. ERRRRGH!" Cum flung from my cock, shooting against my
chin, my cheek, my T-shirt. With each thrust, another wad of cum would fly
from my cock.  Yet I couldn't even say that I was orgasming, just a machine
producing cum from my dad's forceful energy. "UHHHRAHGGGGH!" I roared, my
voice filling each corner of my childhood home.


My dad began to slow down, possibly thinking that I had just had an
orgasm. "ERRrggh, keep FUCKIN' me, Dad! Raaagh!" I cried like an animal in
the night. "Keep FUCKING ME!" so my dad did, driving his cock into my
ass. My entire lower half of my body felt as though it were made of fire,
and my stomach twisted with the sensation of my dad's dick plowing into me,
feeling the tip of his cock rattling my bones.


"Fuuuuck, yeah, Seb," Dad growled, finally letting off of my arms, just to
rip off his shirt. I growled at the sight of my dad's bare torso, his body
hair frizzy with the humidity, his beautiful brown saucers bouncing and
jiggling with each push into my ass. I reached toward my dad's chest,
running my hand against his muscular body, tangling my fingers in his body
hair, craning my neck to watch his cock disappearing into my hole. I
stuffed my fingers into my mouth, tasting his salty sweat.  "Fuck, I've
needed this, Seb. I've needed you so bad," he huffed and puffed. "God ,your
ass is so perfect. Fuckin' perfect ass, son," he whispered, leaning forward
to lurch his tongue into me.


"Errrrrgh," I whined thankfully as my dad continued fucking me, my body
slowly scooting across the floor until we were practically in the living
room. "UUUUNNNNGH, FUCK YEAH!" I squealed, widening my legs so that my dad
could reach deeper into me. Finally I piped up and said, "I want you to
fuck me doggie-style," remembering how he taught me that position all those
weeks back.


So we did. He pulled out of me, spinning me over. It took only seconds
before his cock was buried into me again.


"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," I sighed in relief as the extent of my father's cock slid
back into me. Precum oozed from my cock, dangling in a clear
strand. "Ooooooomph," I moaned in a low voice, resting my forehead on my
arms as my dad pushed into me again. "Unnnnngh yeah, Dad."


"Feel good, Seb?" he asked as he fucked me slow and deep. Pulling all the
way out of me, before pushing back inside. Each time he grew deeper and
deeper in me.


"Oh yeaaaaah, Dad," I sighed gruffly, moving my body along with his.  Dad
leaned forward and pulled on my T-shirt, drawing me backwards toward him. I
felt the warm of his chest and stomach pressing against me. He forearm
against my throat. My mouth drooped as he pulled me against him, his cock
deep inside of me. My knees quaked against the carpet floor, trying to keep
my balance. Dad pulled himself away and then slammed himself forward,
causing me to bounce on his dick.


"Grrrrrggg!" I choked and gasped as he pounded me from behind. I grounded
myself as best as I could, making my hands into balled up fists, taking the
stance of some kind of gorilla. His hands playfully running against my
stomach and chest. "Yeah. Dad. Fu---ckkkk. Fuck. Me," I said against every
thrust that he gave me. Dad lifted my shirt along my stomach, wadding it
his hands, using it as a mechanism to grip on to as he continued fucking me
with fervor and strength. I cried in pleasure as my cock slapped against my
stomach, a web of precum forming at my navel.


My knees began inching forward from the push of my father's hips. I fell
forward, landing on my hands, as my dad continued driving into me. My dad
and I crawled across the living room floor, leaving a trail of sex-crazed
lust in our wake. Dad hung his fingers in the neck of my shirt, pulling on
it again, and the sound of thread ripping filled the room, as my shirt tore
from my body. Dad threw my shirt to an unknown corner of the dark room.
Except for my shoes and socks, and Dad's socks we were both naked in our
old house. It was exhilarating. Pounded in the same space where we watched
movies, had Christmas gatherings, took my first steps.


"Unnnnngh, D-dad, fuck me," I whimpered as he continued his pace of his
powerful thrusts. His belabored groans only furthering my lust for him. I
pawed his hairy chest, damp with warm sweat, clenching my fingers around
his nipple, kneading the tip of it with my fingers. His excited growls
signaling that he enjoyed it. He took deep breaths, straining to maintain
both the severity of his bucking hips, and also balancing he desire to have
more. I looked down to see my cock bouncing wildly from my dad's forceful
pounding. My stomach was a frothy mess; a mix of sweat and precum. Dad ran
his hands down my back, my thighs, wrapping his fingers around my dick,
sending me into a ruthless overdrive.


"Ohhhhh gawwwd," I sobbed. "Onnnngh, Dad, that feels so good. K-keep
goin'..." I whimpered.


"Oh, son, I'm...I'm gonna cum again soon," he sighed,
overwhelmed. "Errrrgh....I'm cummin! I'm CUMMINERRRGH!" I braced myself as
my father sent a dozen fervent thrusts into my ass with his sword of a
cock, my spine rattling from his power, my insides churning, feeling his
dick practically behind my eyes. My dad's searing hot cum poured into my
guts, lighting me on fire. I could feel my face burning, my neck, my ears,
all radiating heat. My balls strained and twisted against my dick, trying
to manufacture enough semen to keep up with my the rest of my body's need
for orgasm and ecstasy.


"FUCK MEEEEEEE!" I wailed along with my father's orgasm. With each powerful
thrust, a rope of cum flew from my own prick, drizzling along the carpet in
white strands. "Fuck me, Dad. Fuck the cum outta me!" I pleaded,
exhaustedly. My dad and I cried in pleasure with one another.  My elbows
trembled with fatigue as my dad's pace slowed, feeling him churn his own
cum in my ass. His hips twitched and his arms coiled around my torso before
we finally collapsed to the floor, he continuing to slowly fuck my ass,
bearing his entire weight upon me. With each of his retreats, I could feel
the rest of my light body being pulled up with him, and as he pushed his
way back in, being gently placed back onto the carpet. My face smeared
against the cum I'd just deposited on the ground. I revelled in the scent
of my semen, enjoying the stickiness it left on my cheeks.


"G-g...god damn, Sebastian. Sebastian Smalls," he whispered in my ear as he
continued slowly fucking me. "I...I can't stop, son," he whispered raspily.


"I...I don't want you to stop, Dad," I said, in anguish, instantly needing
to be fucked more. To use every second of our time together for the sole
purpose of getting off. Again and again. I wouldn't be satisfied until my
father fucked me in every single room of this house.


And that's exactly what we did.


My dad fucked me against the sink of the kitchen. My hands gripped the
faucet, and my knees were planted on the edge of the counter as my dad held
onto my shoulders, pummeling my prostate with his massive dick.


I rode my dad's dick, straddling his waist, grinding his cock against my
insides, as he sat against a wall in the old master bedroom.


We took a cold shower to rejuvenate ourselves; my dad's overused dick, my
pulverized hole. And even as we soaked up the cold water, we couldn't stop
each other from tasting one another, from groping at each other. At one
point my dad knelt down before me, his mouth wide open, drinking the water
that poured from my body. He fucked me shortly after.


He used cum that seeped from my overworked cock as lube as he split me in
half in the room that used to belong to Lisa. He pressed me against the
pony wallpaper that ran along the perimeter of her room.


To give his dick a rest, he fingered me to orgasm while sprawled on the
floor of the dining room.


In the walk-in closet of the master bedroom, he fucked me upside down. My
ass completely in the air, my legs splayed to the side, and basically only
resting with my head and neck on the floor. Dad squatted his thighs
slightly, which would somehow bury half the length of his cock into me. My
face enjoyed a drawn out drizzle of precum before finally shooting an
entire load into my hair, across my forehead, and into my mouth.


He even fucked me in the laundry room, resting me on top of the side load
dryer, making a lot of racket as the machine jostled from side to side.


Our seed covered each corner of this house, forever marking our territory
on each wall, on each spread of tile or carpet, leaving our pungent scent
to fill the air of this former home.


It wasn't until we crawled into the last room on our tour of the house that
knew that we would have to call it quits. The early colors of sun was
beginning to fill the space, as evident from the soft blue light that
barely eked its way through the windows.  I couldn't help but feel a bit
sad. I wanted to ask my dad if we could just live here. All we need to live
is right here. I didn't need a TV, a bed, all those things. Just having
these walls, a roof over our head, and endless rounds of sex were enough.


Dad's body was warm against mine as he paused his lust-filled hypnosis for
a moment. His cock was sticky, bouncing with his heartbeat, dangling just
above mine. My chest rose and fall, catching my breath, resting for the
first time all night. My hole buzzed with need, just as it always had. As
though these countless hours of fucking were still not enough. That I still
needed to be plugged and plowed. Dad's arms shook slightly as he rested on
his palms, his hands by my ears, as I lay on my back.


My legs rested on my dad's thighs, spread apart, prepared and eager to take
more of my father's cock. Every second that went by without him inside of
me felt wrong, a waste, unimportant.


Dad took a moment to lift his head and look around at the empty room. He
took a deep breath, exhaling through his nose. Imprints of furniture still
dotted the carpet.


"This room," he said gruffly. "I've seen you grown up so much in this
room." I just listened to his voice. Welcomed his skin against mine. Dad
adjusted his body so that his cock was resting against my hole. I widened
my legs, ready to take him into me again. "You've grown into...such a..."
Dad rested head on my shoulder, and slowly flattened his body against
mine. His cock, still firm and rigid as ever, popped into my asshole almost
naturally. My hole openly welcomed him back into me.


"Unnnnnngh," he groaned softly.  Slowly, inch-by-inch, Dad's dick pushed
deeper and deeper into me. My jaw dropped and I shuddered with pleasure,
precum leaking from my cock as he fell further into me. "...such a..." he
whispered again. His dick easily found its way inside of me, his meat
stroking my prostate as he travelled further and further inside. Finally,
his cock was completely inside of me.  Locked inside of my ass.


"...such a good boy," he sighed, before I felt his energy slowly drain
away. His breathing slowed, falling into a deep satisfied sleep. I lay
still, coiled by the hardened body of my father, his cock lodged inside of
my hole. My hole clamped around his dick, tightening and loosening around
him. My eyes flickered with orgasmic pleasure. I squirmed slightly,
encouraging his dick to move against my prostate. Finally, I brought my
body to a rest, and began to fall asleep to the sound of my dad snoring,
and the feeling of his cock softly pulsing inside of me, like a living
being, like a heart.


*


KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK


My eyes jolted awake to the sound of knocking coming from the front
door. Sun had now shone brilliantly through the windows of the house, all
of which were no longer covered with curtains or blinds, so anyone looking
in would see, well, exactly where Dad and I were left our sex-filled
night. Dad's cock had fallen from my ass as he drifted from sleep, but he
still held me tightly in his arms on the floor of my old bedroom.


KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK


"Hey ya'll awake in there?" I heard the distant sound of Woody calling from
outside.


Dad shifted his weight, grinding his hips as he groggily came out of his
sleep.


"Hrrmmmm," he growled, smacking his lips. He peered through his eyes to see
me, then smirked, before kissing my stomach. My cock never softened the
entire night. There was no way that it could. His mouth continued kissing
down my stomach until it reached my cock. Greedily, he swallowed the entire
thing in one gulp.


"Unnnnngh..." I groaned. He came off my dick and played with my sore balls
with his tongue.


"Mornin' son," he grumbled. His tongue searched for my hole, wanting a
taste of it, first thing in the morning.


"Annngh...D-dad?" I struggled to say. "UNnnngh," I whimpered as he
continued tonguing and lapping up my hole, nursing it from last night's
marathon round of fucking. "D-dad?" I tried to interrupt him. "I think that
there's---"


KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK


"Open up boys!" I heard Earl yelling from outside.


"Shit," my dad said, jumping to his feet. "Ah, fuck!" he cried as I heard
bones popping, adjusting to coming out of the awkward way he spent his
night sleeping. "Seb, get dressed!" he called.


I got to my feet, my legs sore and noodly. I searched the living room for
my backpack, trying to stay out of sight from the window. I found my crusty
briefs from yesterday and dragged them up my legs, as well as my
shorts. The only shirt that I could find was the one that was ripped up.


"We're comin' in on the count of three, whether you like it or not!" Dale
shouted from the door. "One..."


I tossed the ripped shirt into the coat closet that was near the front
door. "Two..."  I gave up trying to find my backpack, even though I could
have sworn I left it by the front door.


"Three!" the lock switched and Woody, Earl, and Dale came inside with
donuts and Big Gulps. "Breakfast!" Woody shouted. I looked at all three of
them nervously. Shirtless, exhausted, and no idea of how I must have looked
to them.


"Geez, Seb," Dale said as the boys came in setting down bags of tools onto
the floor. "You look beat up. You guys wrestling last night?" I looked at
my arms and knees and my chest. Large swathes of red rashes: carpet burn.


"Uh...uh, I--" I stammered.


"Yep, wrestled just this morning. He put up a good fight, but still no
match for his old man," my dad said as he bounded into the living room,
completely dressed in a new wife beater and jeans. He handed me a shirt
that I'd packed. "Isn't that right, son?" he asked with a smirk.


"Y-yeah," I said, throwing the shirt over my head. "You better watch out
though, Dad," I said playfully. "I'm gettin' stronger everyday. I'm comin'
for you," I smiled. The boys hooped and hollered at my threat.


"I'd pay to see that," Earl said amused. The boys got finished unloading
the tools that they needed to get the jobs done around the house.


"Thanks a lot for coming to help, you guys," my dad said. "I coulda done
all this myself, but it'll make this a lot quicker with all your help."


"Su-u-ure," Woody played. "You know you just can't get enough of us
anyway."


All through my dad and his friends' conversations, I couldn't help but spot
ghosts of my dad and I, popping up all around the house. Noticing the grain
of the carpet where our bodies had been thrashing against one another,
seeing a smudge on the kitchen counter where Dad had slid me on my ass
toward him so he could get a deeper push into me, seeing my handprint on
one of the windows where I supported myself as dad banged me from behind. I
shook my head out of this trance, being met by the laughter of Woody and
Earl.


"Yeah, yeah, alright. Here's the plan," my dad said. All three of Dad's
friends had their specialties. Woody was a plumber, Dale was a landscaper,
and Earl a mechanic. "Woody, that sink in the master bathroom needs a
looking at, why don't you start there. Seb, why don't you go outside with
your Uncle Dale, and help him with anything he needs in the yard. Earl, we
can tackle some of the electric and A/C."


"Sounds good," Earl said, as he picked up his tool kid. "There's drinks in
the cooler outside, if anyone wants any." With that, we went to our
separate jobs. The weather outside wasn't too hot, so Dale said that I
should start with pulling some of these weeds that were in the flower
beds. There weren't any flowers, just green sprouts that had grown over the
summer. Dale said he would mow the lawn, which yes, was looking overgrown.


I started working as he instructed me to, to pull from the roots and to put
them all in this bucket so that the plants couldn't release any seeds as
they're sitting out. The sound of the morning was cut by the drone of the
lawnmower. It wasn't a push mower like my dad's but one that you could
drive. As I watched Dale drive and turn the corners in each row that he
mowed, it definitely looked like he had the funnest job. I was still
exhausted from a lack of sleep, so being on my knees to pull weeds wasn't
exactly what I was looking forward to.


It wasn't long before the sun was high enough for the cool air of the
morning to be stripped away. I wiped my sweaty forehead with a dirty
forearm, frustrated by the heat, but saw that I'd made pretty good
progress. Irritated with the dirt that was on my face, I decided to take my
shirt off, to wipe off the excess earth from my skin.


I looked over at Dale and saw that he'd taken off his denim button-up that
I'd seen him wearing earlier.  I took a moment to absorb Dale's body. I
knew that I'd seen him without a shirt before, but not to my recent
memory. His skin was an olive tone, a lack of sunlight to add to a farmer's
tan that blotched most of his arms. His nipples were large and clouded with
hair. He'd always been skinny, ever since I knew him, and I noticed that
even his ribs were showing. His abs flexed as he made each turn on the lawn
mower. His back shown with a light coat of sweat and his hair beneath his
hat was damp, and curled from the humidity of the morning. Eventually, Dale
came to a stop, bringing some relief to the noise level that the lawn mower
brought with it.


Dale swung his legs over the seat and went stretched his arms. I watched as
he walked over to the cooler to grab a cold drink. I'd never noticed how
handsome Dale was. Even recently, I was comparing him to my dad, or Earl,
or Woody, but never on his own did I realize that he was, well, sexy in his
own way. My dick stirred to life, and my brain began to storm with plans
and ideas for how I could get Dale to take a few more articles of clothing
off.


Dale took his cold drink with him over to the lawnmower, and I took off my
garden gloves and tossed them to the ground. Dale looked in my direction as
I approached him.


"Everything alright over there, Seb?" he asked in his tin-like, nasally
voice.


"Yeah, Uncle Dale, I think I'm done," I explained.


"Done? Dang yer a fast little weed picker." I liked that the boys sometimes
didn't know how to talk to me as if I weren't a kid.


"Do...do you think I could try driving the mower? It looks really fun," I
asked, shrugging my shoulders.


"Hmmmm, I don't know if you're dad would like that," he said scratching the
top of his hat.


"Ple-e-e-ase?" I asked sweetly. He breathed sharply through his teeth,
giving me a shot of his grimace beneath his bushy mustache.


"You're a little to young to drive this thing by yourself," he said
begrudgingly. I scanned his chest, now that I was looking closer at it. My
mouth watered at the thought licking all of that sweat from his chest, his
stomach, his armpits. I remembered his long, skinny, softie that he showed
us all back in the garage. I wanted to be even closer. I had to get closer.


"Awww, well," I stepped closer to examine the wheel and the switches that
he used to change gears. "Could I maybe just, sit on your lap and steer
while you controlled everything else? That way I'm not driving by myself?"
I bargained. I could practically see the gears turning in Dale's brain. I
gave him another look of puppy dog eyes, pushing my hands together in mock
prayer.


"D'aww okay, but I'm cuttin' the power if you start mowin' into someone
else's yard," he said, sitting down in the chair, patting his thigh.


"Alright!" I said darting over to him. I climbed up onto the mower and
positioned myself so that my ass rubbed against Dale's crotch. "Alright,
Uncle Dale," I said, putting my hands on the wheel, "how do I steer?"


"Simple," he put his hands on mine and guided my hands so that I was
steering. Just like how it looked. "Y'ready?" I nodded. He flipped the
switch, turning on the power, causing the engine to roar to life. It
honestly kind of scared me. The machine's rumbling rattled my chest a bit,
but also the vibrations that it carried in the seat, made another certain
part of me feel great. I could feel my erection pounding against the cage
of my shorts begging to be let out again. "Here we go!" Dale shouted, and
flipped the gear into drive. We slowly rolled forward and I instantly
gripped the wheel. "Try steering around that tree!" he shouted over the
noise. I guided the machine over to a sizable oak tree that was on the
corner of our property. I felt Dale's legs pumping the gas and the break,
making sure that I wasn't going too fast or losing control. "Here it
comes!" he warned, and slowly I steered at a pretty wide berth around the
circumference of the tree, not hitting anything. I felt really proud of
myself.


"WHOOO!" I shouted.


"Nice job, Seb!" Dale cheered back, patting my thigh a couple of
times. Dale let me continue driving, and let myself relax more against his
sweating chest, feeling his skin against my back. As we bounced across the
front lawn, I could feel a certain tightness growing in Dale's jeans that I
couldn't resist trying to grind against. I looked around where we were,
trying to find a secluded spot where I could steer us to. I figured that
the back part of our property would be the best. It was overgrown with
brush and small trees. No one really went back there. I pulled on the wheel
guiding us toward that part of the house.


"Whoops! Watch where yer goin'!" Dale cautioned, instinctively gripping the
steering wheel. With his long bare arm stretched out in front of my face, I
breathed deeply, getting a powerful whiff of his body odor. The ground we
were on grew more bumpy as we drifted further into the back part of our
property, until finally--


CLUNK!


Dale shut off the power.


"Whoa, Seb! Didn't you see that ditch ahead a ya?" Dale nudged me forward
and jumped off the mower.


"No! I'm sorry, the grass got really tall," I said innocently. In fact, I
had seen the ditch, but I saw it as an excuse for us to be away from the
house.


Dale sighed as he walked over to the front of the mower. "Here, help me
push," he said leaning in front of the mower with both his hands. I went
over and placed my hands on the front as well. We pushed a few times,
figuring out how heavy it was. Finally with a big push we were able to roll
it out of the grassy trench.


"Hoo!" Dale whistled taking off his hat and wiping his forehead. "Looks
like you're still a little too young to drive," he said, huffing and
puffing from the laborious task we'd finished together. He sat on the seat
of the mower with his legs dangling off the sides. How badly did I want to
just rip those tight jeans off of him and taste his cock.  I had to get to
work before Dad came looking for us.


"Ha, I guess I am," I said walking up to where he was sitting and standing
in front of him. I propped a leg up on the floorboard of the mower. "Uncle
Dale, I think something bit me there in the grass, can you check?"


"Whoa, yeah sure," he said kneading his thumb along my thigh. "Does it
hurt?"


"Yeah," I said grimacing, inhaling through my teeth. "Stings."


"Right here?" he asked, pointing to a part of my inner thigh.


"Hmmm, no, it's a little bit higher," I said, nervously, coaxing my dad's
friend to feel me up. "A bit higher still," I instructed. Dale's hand felt
my thigh, reaching up the leg of my shorts, feeling for something that
wasn't there. His face twisted with frustration, as he pressed on my leg
muscles, until finally--"Ahh," I gasped. Dale's hand had brushed against my
erection. His hand flew out of my shorts as though he'd just touched a hot
coal.


"I-I'm...I'm sorry, Seb. Heh heh," he wiped his hand on his jeans
nervously. "Didn't mean to," he said, with fear in his voice.


"That's okay," I said, looking into his eyes. My brain cycled through
images of the men who've fucked me in my life. All of their faces as
they're about to reach a climax. "It's okay, Uncle Dale. Maybe if I just
took these off it'd be easier to find that sting," I suggested, undoing the
button and zipper of my shorts, letting them fall the grass. I kicked them
to the side, and then propped my leg up to the side of where Dale was
sitting. The sun suddenly felt more intense on my bareskin.


"U-uh, Seb," he said awkwardly. I looked into his eyes, deeper still.


"You've always been the nicest of Dad's friends. You've been there for me
all sorts of times," I said, thoughtfully. My cock jerked and twitched in
my briefs, which it was certain that by now he could plainly see.


"Uh...Seb I think we should..." Dale looked around nervously. I reached up
to Dale's face and placed my fingers on his mustache, which caused him to
freeze in place with his mouth slightly open.


"I've always liked your mustache, Uncle Dale," I quipped, my heart
pounding, realizing what I was doing, what I wanted to do with this family
friend. I stroked my fingers along the coarse hair, smoothing it into
place. I lifted the furthest reaches of his mustache, almost like lifting a
veil so that I could see the expression on his upper lip. Snarled,
trembling, afraid.


I looked into Dale's eyes. "You want me," I slithered thoughts into his
head. "Right here. Right now. You might never get the chance. Let me take
your cock into my mouth." I shoved these thoughts out of my mind and into
Dale's. I glanced down his long torso, examining his chest rising and
falling. His pulse surging through his neck. I glanced at this sweaty
navel, his outie belly button nested in a tight collection of uneven
abdomen muscles. Tucked in his tight jeans I could see a bulge in his
pocket.


"What's this?" I asked playfully. I ran my hand along the length of his
erection, feeling its firmness against my fingers.


"Ah, uh, S-Seb, d-don't do that," Dale sputtered.


"Can I see it?" I asked. "Not like a couple nights ago. But now? I wanna
see how big it gets," I said innocently.


"Seb, if your dad sees you like this, he'd kill me," he whimpered.


I locked my eyes on his again. "But imagine how good it would feel. How
nice my mouth would feel on it."


"Uncle Dale, I think that sting is getting worse," I said, slipping my
thumb into the waistband of my briefs. "You sure you don't see anything?" I
slid my underwear off of my legs, my cock bouncing only inches from Dale's
knee. "See anything?"


"Uh...no, Seb. I don't...Jesus...I don't see anything," he stammered.


"You sure?" I asked. I jumped up on top of the mower so that I was leaning
against the steering wheel, feeling warm on my ass. I was clearly standing
in Dale's sight, my cock bouncing in front of Dale's face. "Don't you wanna
see what it's like? Having your best friend's boy's cock in your mouth?" I
thought.


I was on full display. The sun beamed on my naked body, and it was all
Dale's for the taking.


I reached over to Dale's sweaty forehead, wiping my fingers with his
sweat. Dale watched fearfully at what I was doing. Then I placed my sweat
soaked fingers in my mouth, tasting Dale's sweat.


"Mmmm," I hummed. Then I ran my fingers down my chest, collecting sweat on
them. Then I reached over to Dale's face, and slid my fingers in his
mouth. He fluttered his lashes, avoiding eye contact with me. He stiffly
allowed my fingers to enter his mouth. His jaw remained frozen at first,
but then slowly yet surely, his tongue and lips closed around my
fingers. His eyes lazily opened and closed as though in a trance. Dale's
tongue took its fill of tasting my skin.  I saw his chest swell with
breath.


I smirked in victory.


I pulled my fingers away, watching his mouth remain slacked, his eyes in a
dream-like state. I took my fingers, now wet with Dale's spit, and ran them
up and down the length of my cock, shuddering with pleasure. Precum leaked
from my cock. My body was wide awake, and I wanted nothing more than to
have Dale's hands on me.


"You can touch it if you want," I asked. Dale glanced from my cock to my
face. "You can taste it if you want, too," I suggested. I reached over to
Dale's curly brown hair, and ran my fingers through it. His head swung with
the guidance of my hand. I revelled in the feeling of Dale's sweat coating
my fingers. I pulled Dale's head closer to me. Dale's mouth was maybe an
inch away from my cock. I was in control. I was giving him that choice.


I heard the sound of Dale's mouth opening. Slowly I felt the warmth of Dale
surrounding my dick.


"Ahhhhh," I sighed, feeling the relief of a man's mouth once again. He was
inexperienced, but that didn't make it feel any worse. I felt teeth scrape
along my skin. I felt the brush of his mustache along my
shaft. "Ohhhh...Uncle Dale," I whimpered. "I...it feels good," I gasped. I
hoped my words would give him more confidence. And it worked. Dale worked
on my dick more lasciviously, more urgently, more selfishly. Taking my cock
for his own. I laid my hands along Dale's neck and in his hair, softly
fucking his face like my father had done to me so many times.


"Hmmmph," Dale whined as he took my dick down his throat. "Hmph...hmph...."
I could feel a familiar tightness around the base of my cock, my legs began
to feel light, and my vision grew more colorful.


"Ohnnnngh...Uncle Dale...I...I think I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum. Yer gonna
make me cuh...ANGH," I squeaked. His eyes looked strained and confused
unsure of what to do. I pulled his face toward my navel, holding him as
deeply as I could.




"Runnnnngh! ERRRRGH!" I wailed. Cum surged from my cock and into Dale's
mouth, down his throat. Dale sputtered and hissed with spit, but eventually
he complacently swallowed my load. I weakly shuddered as Dale's throat
closed around my dick. I pulled my dick away, shooting one last rope on his
face, sticking into his mustache. I leaned forward and planted my lips on
Dale's lapping up the slobbery mess of cum that I'd left behind. Dale
stiffly at first, began to kiss me back. His tongue playing with mine. His
hands touched my sweaty back, pawing my dick lightly. I then knew that I
had him.


I pulled away from him, and reached down to unbutton his jeans. I hooked my
hands in the waist of his pants tugging on them, getting them below his
knees, and I could see the damp outline of Dale's cock underneath a pair of
plaid boxers. I hooked my hands along the waistband of his underwear and
began yanking them down frantically, wanting to see what my Uncle Dale was
working with.


When I finally got his underwear off, I saw a long stick of cock flop to
the side of his hips. It curved downward, perfect for sucking.


"Wow, Uncle Dale. Yours is way big!" I said sweetly. It was. It wasn't the
biggest, and anyway, my dad's was my dick of choice, but Dale had a sizable
cock, and I was ready to have fun with it.


"Heh," he let out a stupid little laugh. I climbed up the thighs of my
dad's friend, and swooped under his cock tasting his balls first. His balls
which were the size of limes. Dark brown, with wiry hairs coming out of
them.


"Ooohh," he hooted in surprise. "Seb...this is...crazy," he said.


"Yeah, but don't you want me to?" I asked, Dale's cock resting on my
forehead. He looked to the side, sheepishly.


I ran my tongue up the shaft of Dale's dick, and when I reached it's rosy
pink tip, I dove down and swallowed over half of it with ease.


"HOOOooogh!" he cried. "Hoo..ho..holy shit," he whispered.  I gummed along
his salty cock, with pleasure. Feeling the veins that decorated his the
dark brown color of his cock. I wrapped my lips around him like a Cuban
cigar, savoring him just the same. I scooted back and forth on his dick,
feeling his cock filling my throat with meat.


"UNNnnnghh, Seb...Sebastian..." he shuddered.  I stroked Dale's dick as I
sucked him off, gladly and playfully taking practically the entire length
of his cock.  "Ohhh fu...oh man..." he said, gripping the sides of mower's
seat.  I pushed myself to the base of Dale's cock, his thin, brown pubic
hair resting on the bridge of my nose. I shook my head with animalistic
joy, playing with this new toy of mine.  I ran my hands along Dale's
thighs, playing with his balls. I used both hands to stroke of my dad's
friend. Coating his shaft in my saliva.


"Hunnnngh, Sebast....Seb...I....I think I...I think...I'm gonna...ennnngh!"
Dale's entire body shook with the strength of an exorcism. His cum came
slow at first, pooling on my tongue, but then his legs lurched and that's
when the real load began to spill down my throat. Warm, tangy, with notes
of cucumber, and I drank it all, leaving none behind. "Hennnngh, errrrgh!"
he roared with over-sensitivity. His muscles continued to twitch and spasm
as though this were the first orgasm he'd had in quite a while. He finally
sank and rested in his seat. Collapsed with ecstacy. I continued sucking on
Dale's cock, milking him for every drop. I slurped on his dick with joy,
feeling almost a sense of pride that I'd achieved corrupting one of my
dad's life-long friends. And while I felt a fullness in my belly from his
cum, I wasn't satisfied.


Not until I felt this cock in my ass.


"How...why?" Dale asked, a mix of post-orgasm and exhaustion. I released
Dale's cock from my mouth. I stood up and wrapped my legs around Dale's
waist, running my hands in his hair, taking his lips against mine again. I
ran my hole along his dick, feeling the length of it scrape against my
sensitive and sore hole from last night's fun.


I decided to use my secret weapon to lock Dale in. What I knew would keep
him coming back for more anytime we'd see each other in the
future. Barbecues, get togethers. Each time, I could find my "Uncle Dale"
and have some dick behind the garage, in my bathroom, in my closet for all
I cared. I stood up and faced away from him, showing him my shining
asshole.


"Wh-what's this?" he asked stupefied.


"C'mon, Uncle Dale," I coaxed. "I need you," I whined. "I need you so bad."


"S-seb," he stammered.


"Go on, just try it," I begged. "Just taste it. You won't be sorry,
promise!" I whimpered, pulling my ass apart to give him a better view. I
looked into his eyes while tugging on my dick. "Drive your tongue into me,"
I shouted in my thoughts, snakily. "I want to feel your warm breath on my
hole."


Sure enough, Dale, wide-eyed, leaned forward, and with his nose only inches
from my ass, flicked his tongue out and took one steady lap along the
length of my asshole, as though trying a vegetable he said he wouldn't like
for the first time.


"Mmmmm," I hummed. "Yeah, Uncle Dale, your tongue feels so good." Dale now
feeling as though he had permission, pressed his mouth against my asshole,
his mustache tickling my skin. I winked and flexed my hole around his
tongue, feeling the slippery length of it.


"Mmmmmph, errmmm," he grumbled, sending vibrations down my spine.


"UNnngh, yeah, Uncle Dale," I growled. I reached my hand around to the back
of his head, and pressed his skull harder against my ass. "Yeah, fuck my
ass with your tongue," I hissed.  He bobbled back and forth as I pounded my
ass against his face, sending fiery jolts of electricity through my skin. I
was being driven wild. "Oh gawwwd," I whined. "Oh, Uncle Dale," I
whimpered. He only sent muffled words in return. He was addicted. He was
locked into my hole. Precum dangled from my cock, which I scooped up in my
hand, and reaching behind, I rubbed it in his sweaty hair. "Ohhhhngh, Uncle
Dale, I wan...I want you to fuck me. Please, please, please, fuck my
ass. Right now," I begged.


"Hoooo, man oh man," Dale shuddered, shaking his head. He stood up quickly,
and slapped his cock against my asshole a couple of times.


"Yes, Uncle Dale, put it in. Fuck me good," I snarled. Uncle Dale rested
the head of his cock on my slobbery hole, and easily it began to slide
in. I gripped the steering wheel of the mower as my eyes widened at the
sensation of Dale's hose winded its way into my ass.  I propped my leg up
on the dashboard so that Dale would have an easier time pushing into
me. The wind rustled the trees, and clouds began to block out the sun
providing a short relief from the heat. Shadows of tree branches danced on
Dale's bare chest. His lips pouted as he guided his cock into me. Inch by
inch, with each passing second, my sex drive became more intense. More
wild. Feeling Dale's dick rake against my insides, feeling the knob of his
dick punch against me, my face twisted with the sheer force of his
meat. And because the way his dick was curved, it was almost like it had a
one-way ticket to my prostate.


"UhhhhngAHHH!" I shouted. Another string of precum leaked from my cock.


"A-are you okay? Oh god, did I hurt you?" he squeaked.


"No..no Uncle Dale, keep going, unnngh," I moaned. "Keep going, Uncle
Dale."

He continued pushing into me. My vision began to shimmer with ecstacy,
feeling this dick push directly on my prostate.


"Oh...oh god," Dale shuddered. "It...it feels so good," he said
simply. "Se--Seb, your....unnnngh," he said beginning to thrust into me
more powerfully.


"ANnghh," I yelped. "Y-yeah," I groan. "Fuck me, Uncle Dale. Fuck my
ass. C'mon," I coached him. Wanting him to push harder. To slam into
me. This man who had always been so gentle with me, was now violating my
asshole with his cock. "Harder, Uncle Dale, mmmmph," I
moaned. "Harder. HARDER!"


"Unnngh, errggh, eeeenngh," he moaned incomprehensibly. "F-f-fuck." I could
feel Dale's cock raking my innards, feel him prodding my stomach, feel his
bones against mine. His balls sticking to the back of my thighs.


"Y-y-yes, Uncle Dale. Your dick feels...unghhh...a-amazing! Fuck me, Uncle
Dale. F-F-FUCK ME!" I spat wildly. Dale grew more forceful with his thrusts
now, more confident, more selfish. Plowing into me, realizing that I was
willing and capable to take any kind of abuse from him. Our skin slapping
together sounded like whips cracking in the open air. Dale's hands smoothed
around my ribs and clenched my nipples, pinching them and playing with
them.  Finally his pace began to slow. I backed into him, feeling the
entire length of his cock push into my ass.


"Ohhnnnnhgh, yeah," I warbled, my voice sounding silly and
nonsensical. Dale's weight shifted backwards causing us both to fall
against the seat of the mower, me on his lap, his cock all the way
in. "OOOOOGH!" I shouted at the sharp jolt of pain and pleasure I felt
along with the impact, and instinctively began bouncing on his dick,
propping my feet up on his hairy and sweating thighs. Precum drooled from
my prick as I felt Dale's cock running itself in and out of my hole.


"Ohhhhngh, goddamn," Dale whimpered. "I'm...I'm gonna..." I could feel
Dale's cock swelling, pulsing ready to bust. Dale's skinny legs bounced and
twitched uncontrollably


"Uncle Dale," I whimpered. "Ever since I was a little kid, I've wanted
this. Ever since I was a little boy, you were all I wanted. And now I know,
no one can make me feel like you do." I saw Dale's face twist with
confusion, fear, pleasure, and excitement. I was obviously lying. I knew
there were others who could take me where he was, or even further. No one
really able to top my dad. But I wanted this one meager orgasm he was about
to have to be unforgettable. To have him locked in my ass for life.


"ANNNGH...F-F-FFFUCK!" he roared into my ears, his cock pounded inside of
me, and cum erupted from his ass. His hands ran all over me, my chest, and
finally he began gripping my dick, jacking me off frantically.


"AHHNGH. YES, UNCLE DALE. Y-Y-YES!" I squealed as cum pumped from my dick,
coating his hairy hand in my sperm. I craned my hips, grinding his dick
against my prostate, feeling my vision shimmer and warp through my orgasmic
bliss. "Hangh, hangh, unnnnf," I whimpered. I slowed my pace on bouncing on
my dad's friend's cock. Slowly grinding on it, feeling each drop of cum
exit his cock and resting in my ass. My back rested against Dale's sweaty
chest. Dale continued stroking my torso, letting his dick move in and out
of my ass slowly.


"Th...that was..." he whispered. "I don't even know what to say..." He
huffed and puffed, continuing to slowly rock me back and forth on his ass,
not willing to let me off just yet, like a boy who won't get out of the
pool because it's too cold. "I...can we--"


"SE-E-E-EB!" I heard my dad's voice call from the other side of the house,
cutting into whatever Dale was going to ask me to be. I lept off of Dale's
dick and grabbed my shorts and underwear from the grassy earth, pushing my
shoes through them awkwardly and quickly sliding them up my legs.


"Thanks, Uncle Dale! See ya!" I called behind me, leaving him in a
sex-deprived stupor on the lawn mower.


I darted to the front door, and found my shirt that I'd left by one of the
flowerbeds and tossed it on. My dad was waiting just inside the house.


"There ya are," he said walking toward me. His wife beater was stained with
grease, along with his hands. I licked my lips hungrily, hoping that he
would say that he wanted a break, and maybe we could have a quick fuck. "Go
help your Uncle Woody. He's upstairs in the master bathroom, takin' way too
fuckin' long to fix that sink. We're gonna be outside tryin' to get this
piece o' shit A/C to work," he said irritably.


"Alright," I said, shrugging and dashing over to the master bedroom was. I
peeked inside to find Woody kneeling in front of the cabinet beneath the
sink. Of all of my Dad's friends, I felt like Woody would be the easiest to
get a helping of dick from. Always being loud about how horned up he is,
and where the next piece of ass he was going to get. I figured it was all
talk, since he didn't have Dale's kindness or Earl's manliness. He was just
Woody, a lovable, obnoxious, idiot. I approached him from behind, listening
him dig around for something, mumbling to himself, cussing between each
word. I also got a good look at his ass. His utility belt was sitting on
top of the bassinet, so his pants were starting to fall down. Peeking just
above the waistline of his jeans I could see the pale tops of his ass
poking out. Plumber's crack, my dad called it. I stepped closer, realizing
how easily I could probably slide a finger down that crevice.


Suddenly Woody moved backwards seeing me. "Shit!" he jumped, bumping his
head on the corner of the cabinet out of shock. "AHHH fuckin'..." he spat.


"Sorry, Uncle Woody. Are you okay?" I asked squatting down next to him,
laughing nervously.


"Shhhhhit...yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Whatcha need, Seb?" he asked rubbing his
head.


"Well, Dad asked me to come up and see if you needed help," I explained.


"Psh, I don't need no help! I got this all on my own," he said, somewhat
pouting. "Well...except for this washer that's stuck between these two
pipes. I can't reach it. My hands are too big." He showed me his somewhat
sausage-y fingers as proof.


"Well, can I try to get it? My hands are smaller," I offered. He checked me
out for a moment, and finally moved out from under the sink.


I crawled under where he was. "Where is it?" I asked.


"Just between those two pipes. If ya just slide yer finger between em
there, it should bust right out." I'd never seen or thought of Woody as
traditionally sexy, but right now, the way he was talking was making my
cock hard.


I did what he told me to, sliding my finger between the pipes where the
washer was lodged. While I was kneeled over, I made sure to perk my ass out
a little, showing Woody what his friend's son was working with. With a
simple flick of my finger, the washer came rolling out, clinking to the
bottom of the maze of pipes and knobs. I grabbed it, and started scooting
out of the cabinet. I held out my hand and dropped it in Woody's.


"There ya go," I said nonchalantly. Woody smirked and took it from me. He
was wearing his trademark sleeveless shirt, this time a Black Sabbath logo
scrawled on the front. His hat matted his feathery mullet. On the counter
he had a beer set out, which could explain why he was taking so long to fix
this sink.


"What else can I help with?" I asked, hoping it would be something to do
with "gettin' his rocks off" or something like that that I always heard him
say.


"Well, you can turn the faucet there when I tell you to, to make sure that
the pipes are all connected. Only when I tell you to though, since I
haven't fastened this new one here onto it yet. If it's too loose, I'm
takin' another shower this morning since water will go everywhere."


"Okay," I agreed. Woody got on his hands and knees and awkwardly spun onto
his back, sliding beneath the sink once more. His stomach showed as his
arms were reached above his head, tinkering with the pipe.


Suddenly I got an idea. I reached my hand across the sink, and twisted the
faucet so that water began to stream out of it.


"No! NO NO!" Woody barked. "Turn it off! TURN IT OFF!" he gargled. I turned
the water off, giggling. "What the hell, man?"  "Sorry, Uncle Woody. I
thought I heard you say that you were ready!" He came flying from under the
sink, dripping wet.


"Gahhhh," he sighed, shaking his arms. His shirt was soaked, as well as the
front of his pants. "Man, this is my best shirt, too," he said, folding his
arms into it, and tossing the shirt to the floor. My eyes widened at the
sight of Woody shirtless. A buff chest, with a beer belly, and farmer's tan
in the exact cut of Woody's sleeveless shirt. Maroon nipples that had tips
the sizes of eraserheads. I wanted to gnash my teeth on them.  Out of
shape, but sexy in its own way. Its own way that I wanted to feel pressed
against me, while getting fucked. "S-sorry kid," he said sheepishly. "Just
hate wearing wet clothes."


"That's okay," I replied. I instantly thought the next best move was to
start flattering him. "Geez Uncle Woody, you're body is really good," I
said, trying to sound more admiring than anything.


"Ha, yer funny kid," he said, placing his hands around his soft belly,
letting it shake a bit. "I got a few extra pounds though."


"No, I think you look great," I said softly. "I bet you get a lot of
girls." My cock stirred in my shorts thinking about Woody. Tossing the rest
of his clothes to the floor, drowning me in his bubble butt.


"Heh, yeah right, kid. It's been a while, that's for sure. But don't tell
any of the others I told you," he said winking. I locked my eyes onto his,
sending my lust-driven thoughts into his mind: "Wouldn't you like some ass
right now. I bet it's been weeks, maybe months since you've gotten any. I
could give you all the orgasms you've been denied. I could give you all
that and more."


Woody looked awkwardly to the side, shifting on his weight. "Do you think
my body is good, Uncle Woody?" I asked, sweetly, honestly. I wanted to hear
him say it. Say that I had a good body.


"Shit, I don't know, kid," he said sort of laughing off the question.


"Well, look," I said, taking my shirt off, too. Woody's eyes widened,
scanning over my tanned chest and stomach, still sticky from being
outside. "Do you think I could get a girl?"


"Heh, sure kid. Yeah, you have a good body," he shrugged.  "You and yer dad
are real heartbreakers. And Earl...even Randy," he mumbled a bit sadly.


"You are, too," I said approaching him. "I mean, look at your arms!" I said
taking his bicep in my hands, squeezing them. "You should flex," I
suggested, which he did, lifting his arm up, revealing a patch of
strawberry blonde armpit hair, he flexed, creating a melon sized bulge. I
pressed and groped it, feeling the firmness of his muscle.


"And your chest, too," I said, admiringly. I pressed my hands against his
chest, which he flexed in return. I groped his soft yet powerful chest, as
though inspecting it, curiously. Then, I got more ambitious, caressing his
muscles, fondling him. He just stood stationary. "Yeah, I bet you have tons
of girlfriends." I moved my fingers to his nipples, pinching them slightly.


"Hoooo okay," Woody said, jumping back. "That...that's a sensitive part,
heh, no touching." Looking down I saw a bulge in his jeans.


"Seriously, Uncle Woody?" I laughed. "Can't handle a little titty twist?" I
lunged my hands back to Woody's chest, latching my fingers onto his full
and velvety nipples, twisting them between my fingers.


"WAHHH!" he shouted. "SEB. SEBSEBSEBSEB. Stop!" he squeaked.


"Come ooooon, Uncle Woody, gotta fight back! Not gonna let a kid beat ya
are you?" I said, with malice in my voice.


"ERRRRRGH!" he whimpered, and finally, he put his hands on my own nipples
and twisted them, with great force.


"YEEEEOW!" I cried. We stood there, locked in a showdown. Who had the
strongest pair of nipples. Pain seared through me, like two hot needles
were driving through my chest, but I didn't want to be beat by Woody.
"Hmmmph," I whimpered, tears starting to fill my eyes. My dick was
throbbing in my shorts to be let free once again, and this kind of
manhandling certainly wasn't helping.


"ERRRRGH, LET. GOOOO!" Woody growled, his face turning red, his eyes
growing bloodshot. He tightened his grip even further.


"ANNNNGH!" I whined. I knew I had to win, but at this rate, I was worried
that he might actually rip my nipple right off my chest. I couldn't decide
what was worse in this game of tug-o-war. I glanced down and saw the bulge
in his jeans. I ripped one of my hands from his chest and mashed it against
his firm erection.


"AH-HOOOO!" he howled. "Enngh, Seb..." he groaned. I could feel the heated
moisture locked inside of his denim prison. His hands fell away from my
chest, my typically small brown nipples were now swollen and red. I kneaded
Woody's genitals in my hand, watching his face twist with pleasure and
disgust. His lower lip shuddering. "S-Seb...d-don't...let me...unggmff..."


"Uncle Woody," I huffed."I..." I gripped Woody's cock even more firmly.


"Rrrrrr," he winced. "Seb...let...let go..." He squirmed at the feeling of
my grip. I kneaded his thick shaft with my fingers, feeling the potential
force of him in the palm of my hand.


"Uncle Woody, please," I whispered. "Aren't you horny?" I asked
desperately. "Aren't you?" I slowly stroked him. His cock warm in my hands
like clay. I looked into his eyes. Green, bloodshot from drinking. Sweat
matted his hair to his neck. "Don't you want to plug my throat with your
cock?" I screamed in my head, pushing my thoughts into Woody's. His eyes
darted around, trying to escape my gaze, but would continuously come back
to mine.


"S-Seb..." he trembled. "You're my friend's kid, I..."


"But I can give you what you want," I bargained. I ran my hand along the
length of his shaft. I took my other hand and ran it along his chest,
feeling its softness against my fingertips. My fingers traced along the rim
of his reddened nipples. His eyes fluttered with pleasure and unease. I
leaned forward and stood on my toes and allowed my face to fall between his
pecs. My mouth opened, my tongue exploring his skin. Salty, moist with
sweat.  I kissed his chest with tenderness before finding my target. A
bright red nipple, firm, erect from where my fingers had been twisting it
prior. I planted my lips on it, and circled it with my tongue.


"Gahhhh," he grunted. "S-Seb..."


I ignored Woody. Continuing to slide my tongue around his nipple. I kissed
along the length of his chest to his left nipple. Slowly I flicked my
tongue around the circumference of it. I played with the tip of his nipple,
rolling my tongue around it. Then suddenly, I sank my teeth on to it,
feeling his skin pinch between my teeth.


"AAAARGHH!" Woody yelped. "OOOOOorrgh!" he snarled. I held strong like a
fish on a hook. I felt his muscle tighten against my face. I felt a hand
grip the back of my head. Woody's hand pushing my head against his
chest. "Errrrrgh," he growled.  Woody's hand pushed mine away and began
fumbling with his fly. I heard a zipping sound, and then against my wrist I
felt the familiar sensation of a hard dick against my skin. His cock was
soaked in precum, sticky and slick.


"Mmmm," I moaned. I instinctively released his nipple and leaned forward
toward his cock. It was glistening in the soft daylight coming through the
window. Bloated, thick, and his balls heavy and velvet swung just below. My
mouth stretched and wrapped around his cock, tasting of salty precum. My
heart raced with excitement. My senses overtaken by the man's seed, his
spongy cock nestled in my jaw.


"Hunngh," he squeaked. "Oh...oh shit," he whispered nervously. "S-Seb, this
is...ungh...this is wrong." I savored and sucked on Woody's meat as though
I'd been doing it for years. Cleaning his dick of sweat and precum, making
it my own. His body pulled along with my movements, taken by my ability.  I
craned my neck, slurping on the softness of Woody's dick, milking more
precum from him. He was definitely a heavy leaker, and from his giant
balls, I could see how that would make sense.


"Ooooooof," he huffed. "Damn, Seb, you're...you're a little too good at
this, heh," he rocked back and forth. He checked behind him seeing that the
door to the master bedroom was still open. He slowly moved backwards, and I
followed him, like a carrot on a string. He leaned back and softly closed
the door. "Nnnngh, yeah, suck my cock," he hissed, suddenly feeling okay
with what I was doing. "S'been such a long time since I got any, and here
you come, a lil' faggot this whole time. Haha!" His hand tangled in my
messy hair and helped guide me along the length of his dick. It wasn't too
long. More wide in girth. His head still pushed past my tonsils, giving me
that addictive feeling of my airways being closed off that I'd become so
fond of.


"MMmmmm," I hummed as I began deep throating Woody, gagging myself on his
meat.


"UHHUNnnngh! Ha...hahaha...holy..." he mumbled. His hips bucked a bit, his
balls swinging against my chin, growing in confidence and feeling almost
entitled enough to fuck my face with his tool. "Oh...ohhoho...fuck
yeah...fuck YES, Seb!"  he whined. I gripped Woody's soft ass as he became
more forceful in his thrusts, his bare skin scraping against my
nose. Strands of drool hung from my lips as I managed to keep Woody's dick
locked in my maw.  My hands wandered along his body, his firm stomach, his
smooth chest, his thick thighs. My fingers around their way back to Woody's
puffy nipples and twisted around them.


"AHHHHH fuck yesssss," he winced. "Squeeze'm, Seb. Squeeze'm hard. HARDER!"
I gripped them tightly as Woody's thrusts became erratic, kneading his fat
nipples between my fingers. "Ah fuck, yer gonna make me bust. YER GONNA
MAKE ME CUM!" he cried. Suddenly he pulled my face away from his cock, and
began frantically jacking himself off, my spit coating his entire
genitals. His chest flexed and tightened along with his movements, and I
held onto his nipples tightly. As I sensed that he was about to cum, I
retreated and got into a position where I would be able to get my fill of
Woody's load.


"ERRRRRRGH!" Cum spewed from his dick and slung across my face. My tongue
hung from my mouth as I tried to catch any of the semen that flew from
him. Cum landed on my nose, cheeks, lips, and tongue. His flavor was
satisfying, salty and sweet. The second the first drop landed in my mouth I
needed more. I greedily launched myself onto Woody's dick, taking my fill
of any more cum that was left in his balls, sucking him dry.


"Ooooo-hohoho," he shuddered as I played with his oversensitive dick. I
slowly continued sucking him off, until finally I let Woody's cock fall
between his legs, a pop from my lips as it left my mouth. I unzipped my
pants and let them fall to the floor, slipping my hands into my briefs to
feel my rock hard cock. I pulled my briefs away from my waist a bit,
showing Woody what I was working with. I slid my underwear from my waist
and kicked them to the floor, wearing nothing but my shoes.


I got to my knees and turned away from Woody, getting on all fours, showing
him my hole. My left hand bumped against a bag of tools and equipment. "You
want this, Uncle Woody," shaking my ass a bit for him. "I wanna feel your
face against it," I whimpered seductively. "I want you to taste it."


Woody stood there sort of breathlessly, as I watched him from the floor. He
looked me straight into my hole as though he knew it was a boundary that he
would be crossing.


"Gah, fuck," he said awkwardly getting closer to me. His jeans slumped down
his thighs, and he shook them off his legs, kicking his work boots off
along with them, Woody was finally naked with me. I took a shuddering
exhale, tasting the notes of Woody's cum on my breath.


"Go on, Uncle Woody. It's okay, I promise." My hole buzzed from excitement,
still carrying traces of Dale's cum, but I wanted another load. And
fast. Woody leaned forward, smelling my ass at first, and then lightly
letting his tongue touch my hole, like a kid doing it for a dare. "Yeah," I
whispered. "Please, Uncle Woody. I want it so bad." With that, Woody
pressed his tongue against my hole, and began lapping against it, sending
static through my body. My eyes rolled in satisfaction, this man I've known
for years, getting his fill of my hole. "Mmmmmmm, yeah," I
whimpered. Precum leaked from my dick, drizzling against the carpet. "Oh,
Uncle Woody...mmmph...that feels really good," I encouraged. His tongue
circled the circumference of my asshole, tasting my skin. His hands grabbed
my ass, pulling my cheeks apart to get a better reach. His tongue snaked
into my ass, causing me to see stars.


"Ha," he breathed, "you really like that, huh?"


"Hhoooo..." I cried. "Y-yeah, Uncle Woody, keep goin'." I felt my balls
rolling against my cock, as though I would cum soon. I wanted to hold it
in, though. Not letting him think we would be finished. My cock bounced
with pleasure, silvery strands of precum danced from the tip of my
dick. "MMmmmm," I hummed with pleasure. "S-stick your fingers in me," I
said. "UNnnngh, f-finger me, Uncle Woody," I pleaded. I needed something in
my ass. Just feeling his tongue against my whole was driving me crazy. I
felt a finger tap against my hole before feeling it slide in, slowly.


"Ohhhhh," I groaned.


"S'at hurt?" he asked.


"No," I sighed. "More," I pleaded. My legs shook with pleasure as I felt
his finger drag against my insides. "More, Uncle Woody," I begged. Suddenly
I felt a second finger drive inside of me. My mouth stretched into a smile,
as I let my face rest against the carpet, leaving my ass sticking straight
into the air.


"How's that, Seb?"


"UNnnnngh, m-more, Uncle Woody," I groaned.  "I want that cock," I
hissed. "I want you to fuck me, Uncle Woody," I whimpered. "Please fuck
me."


"Yeah?" he asked scooting closer to me. "You think you can take all this? I
wouldn't want to hurt you," he said, slapping his dick against my ass. I
had to hold in my laughter. Thinking of all the dicks that I'd taken in my
life, Woody's would not be the most difficult.


"I-I think so," I said cautiously. "It's okay, I've done it before." Woody
laughed and shook his head. He spat into his hand and slicked up his cock
with his spit, and slid it against my wet hole.  "C'mon, Uncle Woody," I
said, almost rushing him. Just feeling the sensation of a cock against my
skin was enough to rattle my bones. The smell of Woody's musk was beginning
to fill my senses. "Fuck me," I whispered. I spread my legs a bit more so
that Woody had a clear shot of my hole.


"Y'ready?" he asked.


"Yeah," I whimpered, pulling on my rigid dick. Slowly I began to feel
Woody's cock slipping inside of me. My mouth dropped as I felt my hole
being stretched open by his thick dick.


"Hooooooo," Woody sighed as he slowly disappeared into me. I felt my
insides press against his firm cock, a fire building in my gut as I became
stuffed full of Woody's meat. "Ho god," he whispered, sniveling, and wiping
his forehead with his arm. I felt his hand wind around my hips, pulling me
closer to him, the final two inches of Woody's cock locking into place,
fully inside of me.


"Annnnnngh," I whined.


"So...so warm," he commented, letting my ass wrap around his cock like warm
bread dough.  Slowly I began to bounce upon Woody's cock, fucking myself
with his thick pipe. "Ugggggh, goddaaaamn, kid," he hissed.  My ass burned
with lust, feeling his skin drag against my insides. With each drop I would
make, my body would react with a bead of precum.


"Oh yeah, Uncle Woody, your dick feels so good," I said as I greedily
continued pouncing on him. His hands rubbed along the length of my back,
across my chest. "Fuck me," I demanded. "Fuck me, Uncle Woody." I froze in
place, giving him a chance to push into me. To fuck me back. He was slow at
first. "Come on," I encouraged.


"I don't wanna hurt you," he said.


"You won't," I said. "Come on, don't go easy on me." Woody started to rock
his hips back and forth slowly, dragging and pushing his cock into me.


"Mmmmmmmm, yeah. Harder, Uncle Woody. Fuck me, HARD!" He pushed his hips
into me with more might. "MMMMMMMM, yyyyyeah," I
responded. "More....ung...more hard...." I said sort of dazed. "Slam into
me, come on!" With that I felt the weight of Woody crashing into me. His
cock like a cannon slamming against my prostate, precum gushing from my
cock at this point.


"ERRGH!" he shouted, losing his balance and toppling over onto me. His cock
was lodged into my hole at this point, and my body was pinned by
Woody's. Woody's hands grabbed my wrists, squeezing them tightly.


And then the real Woody woke up. The one that I knew was lurking inside of
him.


"Yeah bitch, you fuckin' like this man meat in your pussy?" he hissed in my
ear. He lifted his body, his cock, and slammed it back into me against, his
cock like a battering ram in my hole.


"UNnngh, uhhh huhh," I responded, in a stupor.


"Yeah? Tell me you like that fuck-stick," he said, picking up his pace,
pounding into my ass as though I was nothing.


"HOooooo god, yes, I love it," I cried in between his fervent thrusts. His
skin slapping against mine, crackling through the corners of the room.


"Yeah, bitch? You like bein' my little bitch girl?" he asked.


"OH yeahhhhh," I whined. "Fuck meeeeee!"


"Are you my lil' bitch, you fuckin' slut? Tell me that you're my bitch," he
barked at me, continuing to ram his cock into my ass, sending stars flying
from my eyes. His cock was raking against my insides, plowing against my
prostate driving me insane with lust.


"I'm your bitch! I'M YOUR BITCH!" I cried with pleasure as Woody continued
slamming against me. His stomach and my back sliding against one another.


"Ye-eeeeeah, flip over so I can see your face," he demanded. I did as I was
told, flopping over on my back. Instantly, I felt his dick sliding into me,
not as slowly or as carefully as before. My eyes widened with shock and
glee feeling Woody's meat split me open.


"Ooooongh, yeah, my bitch likes it when daddy gives to her, huh," he said,
rocking his hips against me, running his hands along my slender
body. "Yeah, you like daddy's dick, bitch?" He asked, driving his cock
deeper into my hole, wagging his hips, twisting himself


"Ohhhhh, yesssss, Uncle Woody." Woody spread my legs further apart, gaining
a clearer access to my ass.


"Call me daddy, bitch," he hissed, grabbing my face, smearing my sweat .


"Y-yes, daddy," I said, a twinge of fear in my voice, overwhelmed by the
sensation of Woody's cock driving into me, added to the thrill him treating
me like I was nothing. "Ohhhhngh, daddy-y-y," I whimpered. Precum oozed
from my cock, giving my stomach a shine to it. My elbow bumped into a bag
of tools, spilling its contents to the carpeted floor: pliers, washers,
nuts, bolts.  Woody eyed the mess for a moment, and grabbed a handful of
small pipe clamps.


"Yeah, you wanna fuckin' twist my nips, try this on," he said, squeezing
one of the clamps open and placing it around my left nipple.


"GYAAHH!" I yelped. Pain shot through my chest, just before Woody clamped a
second one onto my right nipple. "OOOOOOH!" I cried. Tears filling my
eyes. The pain was greater than when Woody was twisting my nipples earlier,
but as Woody continued to push his dick deep into my hole, that pain slowly
began to transform into a devious sense of pleasure. It was scary at first,
feeling as though this should not feel good, but then it was
exhilarating. Like I was breaking a rule. "Ohhh, gawwwd," I whined, running
my hands through my messy hair. Woody's movements caused my chest to
bounce, only further exacerbating the sensation on my nipples. Woody
reached over and grabbed a couple of the clamps, applying them to his own
fat nipples as well. He shook his head like a beast shaking an animal on
his back. Then continued plowing me, fucking me silly.


"Hahahaha, yeeeeeeah! Fuck yeah," he laughed and smiled. His clamps bounced
as he pushed each thrust into me.  I could feel the silky churn of precum
in my ass as he continued to defile me.


"Ohhhhh, d-daddy-eeengh," I whimpered. I could feel my cock swelling to the
point where I felt like I was gonna bust at any moment. A flame buried deep
in the base of my erection.


"Fuck yeah, bitch, you ever been fucked like this, huh?  Yer cunt's gonna
miss my meat when I'm done with it." His voice was laced with malice and
hatred, and for some reason it was triggering something inside of me that
made me want it more. "Come on, slut, beg for my load. MMmph, beg for my
milky load, bitch."


"UNnnnngh! Please daddy, give me your cum!" I wailed.  "I want your cum so
badly. Mmmmmph!"


"You want it, bitch? You ready for my fuckin' cum," he said driving into me
more ferociously.


"OHhhhhhh! YES DADDY!" I pleaded. "PLEASE!!" Woody's dick pounded into
me. My toes curled with pleasure, and my heart raced with ecstacy. The
feeling of Woody's cock, the metal pinching my nipples, and the whiplash of
Woody's words was too much to bear and I knew I was close to shooting.


"Fuck yeah, here it cums. Here it cums. ERRRRRGH!" His face twisted and
grew red with intensity as I felt his cock throb and pulse against the
muscles of my ass. "FUUUUUUUUCK!" he roared, emptying himself into me. My
balls were tightened against the shaft of my cock, and a rolling
electricity began to sweep over me.


"UNNNNGH! YES DADDY, FUCK THE CUM OUT OF ME!" I squealed as cum fired from
my cock like a gun, with each of Woody's pelvic thrusts. "ANNNNGH!" I cried
with pleasure, a smile sweeping across my face. Cum splashed against my
stomach, my chest, and begin dribbling down my skin. "Yes, daddy, unnngnh!"
I gagged on my own spit, unable to keep up with the overwhelming feelings
that were overcoming me. I was becoming addicted to maltreatment, abuse,
and embarrassment. I'd never felt it before, but now I felt like scum, and
I loved it. "Th-thank you, daddy," I whispered as Woody slowly grew tired,
and flopped out of my ass.


"Shit," he said simply, taking the clamps off his nipples, and then
mine. The feeling of blood rushing back to my nipple was almost more
unbearable than having them on. I winced and gasped with pain. "Hope I
didn't hurt ya too bad."


"No, daddy, I'm okay." Woody laughed at that.


"Heh, yeah, sorry about that. I guess...I got a lil' carried away," he said
sheepishly.


"No. I loved it," I said. "I don't think I've came that hard before."


"Heh, well, don't tell yer dad about this," he said, starting to pick up
our mess. "But, maybe next time I visit," he paused, tossing the tools I'd
spilled back into the tool bag. "Maybe daddy can fuck his bitch again."


"Yeah, I hope so, Uncle Woody." I started putting my clothes on. The air in
the room was stale with our sex, and I felt a bit strange being with
Woody. He was someone I'd known almost my whole life, and I got to see what
his deepest kinks were. I wasn't sure if we'd ever be able to act normally
around each other. I thought of speaking up as I threw my shirt on over my
head, but I heard my dad calling from the living room.


"Bye Uncle Woody," I said walking up to him. I raised my hand and gave one
of his nipples a good tug causing him to gasp and then laugh.


"Hahaha, later kid."


I darted out of the master bedroom, searching for my dad.


"There you are," he said. "Been lookin' all over for you. Ya'll get the
sink fixed?" he asked. I searched my head for an answer.


"Uh, I think he's still fixing it," I said nervously.


"Goddammit, I was hopin' we could cross that off the list." I could still
feel Woody's cum inside my ass, with remnants of Dale's cum inside of me
too. "Oh well, it'll get done. I'm gonna run and get us some lunch? You
wanna come with me, or help yer Uncle Earl in the garage?" Time with Uncle
Earl? Or time with Dad? I felt like if I want with Dad, there would be time
for a quick fuck in a restaurant bathroom or in the back of his truck. Or,
I could try getting fucked by my dad's best friend. All three Uncles in one
day? I was up to the challenge.


"I guess I'll stay and help Uncle Earl, if that means we can be finished
quicker," I said carefully.


"Ha, not too sure what all you can do to help, but you can ask." He leaned
forward and gave me a quick peck on the lips which made my eyes flutter at
the surprise. "Missed ya today. Horny as hell."


"Me too, Dad," I said placing my hand on the bulge in my pants. The bulge
that never seemed to go away. He laughed at this.


"Alright, I'll be back in thirty minutes," Dad said and headed out the
door. I spun on my heel and headed straight for the garage. When I pushed
open the door, a beautiful sight met my eyes. Earl was standing behind an
A/C unit, facing away from me, not wearing a shirt. His muscular back
glistened with sweat, and his jeans hugged the curves of his ass
nicely. His bald head was slightly pink from exerting himself, and a vein
snaked along his temple. My cock sprang to attention. I badly wanted to
just tackle him from behind and feel his sweaty skin against mine.


I slowly crept up to him, admiring the way his back rippled as he fumbled
with the piece he was working on. With each step, I felt a considerable
heat begin to increase along my skin.


Finally I was only maybe a foot away when I spoke up. "Uncle Earl?"


In surprise, Earl spun around, revealing his spectacular chest. Tough,
tight muscles, and a nice full set of pecs. A sweaty six pack from the
summer's dying heat. His neck and collar bone were red from exertion, and
his icy blue eyes looked almost gem-like in his tired face.


He relaxed once he realized it was just me. "Ah, hey, Seb," he said. His
throaty voice sounded tired like old metal.


"Need help with anything?" I asked, trying not to follow Earl's body up and
down with my eyes too much.


"Nahh," he said shaking his head, tossing a dirty rag to the floor. "About
to take a break here. This thing's busted." He sounded defeated.


"Oh, well, Dad's going to get lunch, so he'll be back soon," I explained.


"Okay," he said, walking over to a stool and propping himself on it before
opening a beer. He took a long drink, and I gawked at his Adam's apple,
sharp and protruding. Everything about him exuded strength. And from what I
remembered from the boys' penis size competition, he was big all over. "You
think you like beer?" he asked, a sort of sly grin on his face.


"Uh, nah, not really. It was kinda gross." He laughed in response.


"Heh, good. Not good for ya," he said.


"Why do you drink it then, if it's gross and not good for you?" I asked. He
shrugged.


"Lots a things we adults do that aren't good for us, but we do it anyway,"
he explained.


"Like what?" I inquired.


"Haha, I don't know. Smoking, drinking, sex."


"Sex is bad for you?" I said somewhat startled.


"Ha, no I guess it's not. Just too much of anything can be bad. Which I
guess applies to sex." I was surprised that Earl had these thoughts. "Not
like you're gettin' any right now, though. Right?" I sort of laughed
embarrassed. Not really answering.


Suddenly Earl winced and gripped his shoulder blade. "Ah, son of a bitch,"
he hissed.


"Are you okay?" I asked.


"Yeah, it's just my damn back. Started hurting during the long drive here,"
he craned his neck trying to work out whatever was bothering him. Suddenly
I had an idea. A way to start working toward getting my next helping of
dick.


"Maybe I can rub it?" I asked innocently.


"Huh? Nah, that's okay," he said shaking his head. I saw his chest twitch,
and it drove my head wild thinking of planting my lips between his chest
and lapping up his salty sweat. I was growing frustrated and impatient,
despite having just had a load shot into me less than ten minutes ago. Earl
threw back his beer chugging the last half it, sending out a sharp exhale
afterward.


"Alright," he said, setting the empty bottle down with the rest of
them. "Back to work." Earl clapped his hands together and lifted the grill
that covered the fan of air conditioning unit. I watched as both arms
disappeared into the mechanism, strain taking over his facial
expressions. His arms quaked tirelessly as he was trying to remove
something from inside.


"Grrrrrrrr!" he grumbled, his face turning a deeper shade of red. "GAHHH!"
he shouted, his arms retreating from the unit.


"What are you trying to do?" I asked, genuinely curious.


"Tryin' to get this fuckin' piece out of here," he whined. I'd never heard
him sound so frustrated or out of control. He was also stoic, friendly, and
peace-keeping. Since we've moved, I've noticed him more irritable. Perhaps
it was all of the added work he was doing in order to help my dad. Or maybe
he just missed having us around.


"Can I help?" I asked, stepping closer to see what he was talking about. He
sighed in frustration.  Thinking for a while.


"Yeah, I think you might, actually. Stand over here." Earl directed me over
to where he was standing. I stood in front of him, peering inside of the
machine. "Alright, while I press these two sides," he showed me how he was
going to push apart the walls of the unit, "yer gonna pull on this piece of
hosing that's stuck here. Y'see it?" he pointed.


"Yeah, I see it," I replied. I stepped closer so that I could get ready to
pull while he pushed on the sides of the unit. His long, freckled arms
reached inside, surrounding me in his muscle. I felt paralyzed at
first. His stench was sweet and salty all at once, much like a human
embodiment of what cum tastes like. Heat radiated from his overworked body.


"Allright, ready?" he asked quietly. My dick was throbbing in my shorts. I
desperately wanted to just spin around and press my body against
his. Greasing myself up with his sweat.


"I-I'm ready," I said nervously.


"Awright. One...two...HOOOOOF!" he said as he sent all the muscle he could
into his arms, pushing against the walls of the unit. "Go. GO!" he
demanded, through gritted teeth, frothing at the mouth.


"Ah! Sorry!" I reached in and pulled on the piece of hosing the was
stuck. It wouldn't budge. I pulled harder, but nothing.


"C'MON!" he grunted. His body now flattening itself against mine. His bare
chest pressed against my back. I could feel the sweat from his skin,
seeping through the fabric of my shirt.


"I-I'm trying!" I shouted back. I pulled as hard as I could before finally,
I felt a slight edging forward from the piece of hosing. "I-I think it's
about to come out!" I winced.


"C'mon, Seb. You can do it," he huffed. All of this gruff and exasperated
talk was getting me riled up. Earl shot forth another wind of energy from
his body, lurching forward slightly. I felt his waist grinding against my
ass, feeling the firmness of that massive tool that I remembered seeing
only a couple of days ago.


The hose was starting to slip in my sweaty hands, but I grabbed even
harder. trying my best not to let Earl down. Finally with one final tug,
the hose came flying out from between the walls of the A/C, causing me to
fall back into Earl. Earl let go of the A/C unit, collapsing forward,
resting his arms on the corners of the A/C, his body resting on top of me
as he caught his breath. I just held the hose in my hand and let Earl
rest. He body was piping hot, and now reflective with sweat like a
salamander.


"HOooo, I'm gettin' too old for this," he said before finally pushing
himself off of me. He paced around for a bit, catching his breath. I turned
around to face him, the back of my shirt completely soaked by Earl's sweaty
body. "Sorry....'bout that...Seb," he said between breaths. He took the
grill that he'd removed, and started to fasten it back onto the unit, so
that it looked like it did before we worked on it.


"It's okay," I said. I started to take my shirt off, but had some trouble
since the fabric was so stuck to me. I ended up getting my elbows halfway
stuck in my sleeve, and a tangled mess caught around my head so I looked
like a headless ghost ambling around.


"Ha, here ya go," I heard Earl say as he walked over and helped remove my
shirt. The air felt cool on my torso, and refreshing. Then I realized, I
was only maybe a foot away from Earl, both of us shirtless, covered in
sweat and exhaustion. I couldn't help but look Earl up and down, my eyes
freezing on his pink nipples. Then his hips, sharp and jutting from his
sides. Then his shoulders, sprayed with freckles. Then his crotch, inflated
with meat. No matter where I looked, I saw Earl. A towering statue before
me.


"You've really started t'fill out, Seb," he said. I looked up at him, into
his eyes. "Bet yer dad's real proud'a you," he said softly. He balled up
his fist, and gave me a soft punch on my chest.


"Thanks, Uncle Earl," I said. My eyes taking in copious fills of Earl's
body, storing them away in my brain. Not knowing when we would have a
chance like this again.


"Y'know," he said, stepping a bit closer, his hands on my shoulders,
solemnly searching for words. "Y'know, we don't have any kids at home," he
started, quietly. "I've known you since you were a baby." Earl's face was
serious, almost sorrowful. His jaw tightened, his temple pulsing. His
strawberry blonde stubble just around his lips twinkled almost like
gold. "I've always felt like..." he paused. "Like you were my son, in a
way." His eyes twinkled. I was taken by this softness. I wanted to take
advantage of it. I wanted to have his piston of a dick.


"Anyway," he said. "It's been hard watching you and your dad leave." He
cleared his throat. He ran his hands along my arms. Gripping my soft
muscles. My heart was racing.  Unsure of what to do. "I miss him. I miss
you," he said finally.


"Miss you, too," I said, softly, looking into his crisp blue eyes. Earl's
hands moved from my arms, to my hips, squeezing them, inspecting them. My
eyes rolled in pleasure feeling Earl's hands on me. I wasn't sure what he
was trying to do. Maybe he was just making sure that I was built
right. That I was growing to be what he would have wanted if I were his
son.


I raised my hands and put them on Earl's body, shyly at first, but once I
saw he wasn't recoiling, I became more purposeful. Reaching up to feel
Earl's chest, squeezing his firm muscles as though they were tomatoes at
the grocery store. Tracing each jagged edge of his body. Letting my hand
move freely like a leaf in the wind, I let my fingers glide across his abs,
which he flexed as I pressed into them. Our hands did this for a
moment. Exploring each other's bodies.


"Man, Uncle Earl," I said. "I hope I can look like you when I grow up."
Which wasn't far from the truth. Despite holding my dad in high esteem,
Earl was a beautiful man, and one couldn't deny that. I looked down at his
waist and saw his powerful erection tucked behind denim jeans. The length
of his erection practically reached his hip. "I hope I can be as big as
you, too." I let a finger lightly tap his bulge. I watched as his body
jolted slightly at this.


"Oooh!" he gasped. "Wasn't expecting that," he said, somewhat
embarrassed. "Sorry," he said sheepishly.


"No, it's okay," I said. "I'm hard, too." The interaction we were having
was strange. I wasn't having to seduce Earl, it was as though he was trying
to seduce me. Maybe it was to feel some kind of closeness to a son-figure
that he wasn't going to have. Maybe he was just a horny man. I wasn't
complaining.


"C-can...can I see?" he asked.


I had him. I was about to get fucked by my dad's best friend. I tried to
calm down. I couldn't just jump on his dick right then and there. I had to
play my cards the right way.


"A-are...are you sure, Uncle Earl?" I asked, feigning nerves. "Won't we get
in trouble?" I said softly.


"It's fine. I won't tell anyone," he said. I looked around, as though
someone might be watching, and then I started to unzip my shorts, fishing
out my throbbing erection, letting it bounce freely in the air. Uncle Earl
reached out and touched it, causing fire to spread from my lower back all
the way to my toes. I had to stifle a moan so as to not sound too needy of
cock and cum. He pinched my dick with his fingers, running the tips along
the length of my shaft. Despite holding in my moan, I couldn't hold back
the crystalline precum from escaping my dick. "Yeah, I bet you'll get a lot
bigger," he said in a whisper.


"C-c-c..." I stuttered, "C-can I...s-see yours?" I said trying to keep
control. Without saying yes or no, Earl used one hand to keep my cock
entertained, and the other to peel open his fly. He tugged his jeans to be
loosely hanging around his narrow waist, and struggling to unleash the
monster cock that was waiting within. Once it was loose, I could have
leaned forward and swallowed it whole with how lengthily it extended toward
me. "W-wow, Uncle Earl. You're so big," I admired. Other than the farmer,
it truly was the largest dick I'd seen yet up close.  Thick like Woody's,
long like Dale's, and girthy like my dad's. It was the perfect mix of cock.


"You wanna touch it?" he asked timidly. I looked into his eyes and nodded
my head. "Go 'head," he instructed, getting to a good stance. I reached out
and felt the weight of Earl's rigid cock against my hand. I stroked along
the length of his dick, and as I examined it, I figured it had to be as
wide as my forearm.


"I don't think I'll ever big as big as you, Uncle Earl," I commented,
continuing to stroke my dad's best friend.


"Who knows?" he said, encouragingly. "Maybe you will." He firmed his grip
around my penis, clasping his hand around my entire dick.


"Angh!" I squeaked in surprise.


"Y'okay?" Earl asked.


"Y-yeah, Uncle Earl," I shuddered. I had to control myself, not giving away
too much. "I'm okay. Wh-what are you...?" I needed confirmation that Earl
wanted this. That I wasn't deluding myself. As if I needed more proof than
than Earl's hand around my cock.


"I can stop if you want," he said reassuringly.


"N-no," I said, a little too quickly. "No, it...it feels good," I
said. Earl continued gripping and stroking my dick. I took this to mean
that he was okay with me stroking him more fervently as well. I tightened
my hand around Earl's giant cock and started from the base, and stroked him
to the tip, feeling his sweat coat his skin like a silky lubricant.


"Mmmm," he whispered, twisting his hand around my cock, coating it in my
precum. Suddenly, Earl started to squat down in front of me, his dick
leaving my reach. His bald head was speckled in sweat. "Is it okay if I put
my mouth on it?" I pretended to look around, as though I really cared if
anyone saw what we were doing.


"U-um..." I said, pretending to be nervous. "S-sure." With that, Earl
leaned forward, and opened his mouth. His breath was hot on my dick and
slowly I felt his mouth take me over. Slow and unsure of himself is how he
started. His tongue making awkward licks along my skin, but once he got
used to the sensation of having something go into your mouth like this, he
became more comfortable, taking long calculated swallowed of my boy
dick. Sucking me like a vacuum cleaner.


"O-oh," I whimpered softly. My knees started to shake. My balls lurched
against my shaft in preparation for a uncontrolled orgasm. "U-uncle
Earl...I-I think I'm g-gonna....urrrrrgh!" My hands fell upon Earl's head,
dampening my fingers with his sweat. Cum powered out of my dick and into
Earl's mouth. He flinched a bit at the power of my ejaculation, but he
didn't budge, taking all of it down his throat. "Hunngh! Hunngh! UNNNGH!"
my hips jerked wildly as pump after pump shot from my cock and into Earl's
stomach. His eyes squinted at the strangeness of this new experience, but
he didn't pull away.


Finally, I composed myself. Bringing myself back to firm ground after my
orgasm. My breath was labored and intense, but slowly Earl let go of my
dick as though cleaning of the mixing whisks of any brownie batter.


"W-wow, Uncle Earl...I don't know if I've ever..." I stumbled with my words
on purpose. Trying to make him feel special. As though I'd never shared an
experience like that before.  Even though it wasn't a special "first time"
experience, it was still an orgasm. I had plenty more where that came from.


"Jus' don't go runnin' around tellin' everyone," he said, wiping his lips,
standing up facing me.


"I-I won't," I said. "C-can I try to...you know..." I said awkwardly. In my
head I was begging all the forces of the universe to please let me have
this dick in my mouth. I would go crazy if I didn't.


"Y'sure?" he asked, cautiously.


"Y-yeah, I'm sure," I said hesitantly. I felt like Earl was a piece of clay
that I was manipulating. Just as effectively as I'd manipulated Dale and
Woody only hours before. Earl awkwardly shimmied his hips to let his dick
swing forward more readily. The skin of his balls slowly emerged from his
waistband revealing two heavy pouches of meat. I stepped forward, flicking
my tongue out, and slowly began tasting Earl's meat.


It was incredibly salty at first, just licking his shaft. Once I had my
lips around the head of his dick--which for the first time all day, I was
really having to stretch--my head was knocked into a daze with the amount
of manly musk he had packed in his cock. My eyes rolled in heavenly
satisfaction as I made my slow descent down Earl's cock.


"Oooooo," he said encouragingly. "Y'okay, Seb?" he asked softly. I nodded
my head with a mouthful of Earl's cock. I continued making my push down
Earl's tool. My progress was slow, as it was a challenge to fit all of him
in my mouth. But as always, I would do my best to reach the finish line,
falling as deeply onto his meat as he could offer. I lowered my jaw,
feeling first my mouth, then my throat swell with dick. I did my best to
hide my teeth from him, letting him feel the best parts of me. At about
two-thirds of the way down, I started to gag. Clenching my eyes shut,
letting tears leak from my eyelids, I continued my push, motivated by the
tightening of Earl's thighs.


"Huh. Ungh. Mmm. S-seb...d-don't...hurt yerself, bud," Earl peeped quietly
as I ignored him. I was still maybe three inches away from being at the
base of Earl's cock. Beads of sweat shimmered at Earl's navel. I wanted so
desperately for my forehead to splash against him. For my eyes to sting
with his sweat. But as I stared at that stained glass window of man sweat,
I knew that getting there would be a challenge. As much as I tried to force
myself down on those final inches of Earl's dick, my body would simply not
allow anymore of this erection inside of me.


I slowly withdrew from Earl's penis, leaving behind a glistening coat of my
spit. I looked into Earl's eyes, weary from lust, letting my lips drag
along his shaft, until finally, the head popped from my lips, a web of spit
belched from my mouth as it swung away from me. Earl let out a deep exhale.


"Damn, Seb," he said in exasperation. "That's the farthest anyone's been
able t'go," he said. He shook his head as though an animal shaking off
fatigue. Sweat rained from his bald head, splashing my cheeks.


"Can I keep going?" I asked innocently.


"Y'sure?" he sounded surprised. "Y-you...you like that?"


"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged. "If it makes you feel good."


"H-ha...yeah...I...I guess I haven't been, well...treated like this in a
long time," he said, wiping his head. "Yeah, you can keep--" before Earl
said anything further, I dove back onto his cock, feeling my mouth and
throat punched by the strength of his cock. "ANNNH!" he yelped. Suddenly I
didn't care whether Earl knew about my abilities. I just wanted to give him
the blowjob of his life. Especially knowing that he wasn't getting any
attention at home. "H-h-holy...holy shit," he whispered, becoming
enraptured by me. Meat spilled down my throat, precum coating my
esophagus. As though through muscle memory, I worked on Earl's dick as
though it was the last dick on earth. I stroked him like I was making a
vase from clay. I gagged on him like his thick cock would give me air.


"UNNGH! Oh...oh god..." he whimpered. I hooked my hands into Earl's jeans,
slowly tugging and dragging them to his ankles revealing a light dusting of
blond hair coating his pale white skin. I groped his sweaty thighs and ass
encouraging him to fuck my mouth. To bravely pummel my tonsils with his
powerful cock. Slowly, my mouth grew accustomed to the sheer size of Earl's
dick. I knew I could eventually be able to take all of him. To swallow his
cock like it were water. Precum drizzled from my dick and fell to the
concrete floor of the garage. "Oh...oh Seb...I've...I've wanted this..." he
whispered hardly comprehensible. "I've wanted this for a long time," he
confessed. "Watching you grow...becoming a man."


I zeroed in on the pink plot of land that was Earl's navel. Seeing it grow
closer and closer, I knew that I would be able to reach it.


"S-so...so proud..." he mumbled, zombified. I harnessed the deepest roots
of my desire for Earl, utilized muscles that went against my very
instincts. Muscles that before would prevent a dick from reaching this far
into me, and I relinquished their strength. Suddenly, my face fell forward
and I landed directly against Earl's light patch of sweaty pubic
hair. "HUNNNGH! AGNNNH!" Earl reeled with uncomfortable ecstacy, writhing
as he stood in my dad's old garage. He cried with lust, liberated from his
stagnant sex that he was having at home, and the thought of it being me to
give him that liberation, only pushed me further. Rather than pulling away,
I pushed further against him, showing him that not only was I able to give
him sexual satisfaction, but the orgasm he was about to have was unique,
one-of-a-kind, other-worldly.


He would fantasize to me days, weeks, years, after this day.


"Oh...oh fuck," he whimpered, almost fearfully. I took a moment to admire
just the way he said "fuck." Even in his redneck twang, it sounded
different. Like "fock" rather than "fuck". I bobbed up and down on Earl's
dick, letting him fuck my throat. My tongue, my mouth, my lips, my tonsils,
my neck, all working as one to give Earl what he wanted. Tears streamed
from my eyes, precum hang from my cock, drool seeped from my lips. I was
melting before this godly dick. "F-fuck....fuck fuck..." he
whined. "I'm...gettin'...I'm
about...S-Seb...don't...keep...urrgh...UNNGH...ANGGH!" Earl wailed as his
knees began to quake. Then I felt my stomach begin to fill with hot cum as
his balls began to dance upon my chin. Like a feeding tube, I felt Earl's
cock swell and pulse as his cries of pleasure filled the resonant
garage. "UNNNNNNGH!" he cried. I only somewhat regretted the fact that his
cock was so deep in me since I couldn't taste his cum as it was spewing
from him.


"Hoooo....hungh....ho...mph..." Earl slowly came down from his intense
high, his legs knocking against one another before I began relaxing my
mouth, letting his dick fall from my lips. As he was free from my skull,
Earl slowly melted to his knees. When I straightened my weary body, I only
stood a half a foot taller than him.


"Oh Seb," Earl shook his head as though trying to wake himself up from a
dream. "I wish I was yer dad. I would give you everything." In that moment
I could see in his blue eyes that he admired my dad, but even more that he
really wanted the life that he had. The family, the financial security, and
most importantly, this cock-slut that he was only just now getting to know.


"What else would you give me, Uncle Earl?" I asked, coyly. Earl leaned
forward and brought his lips to mine. His lips were thin, but he still knew
how to kiss. His tongue rolled against mine, and with a firm pull from his
forearm against my lower back, he brought my stomach against his chest,
letting our bodies slide against one another. I stood stunned at the
sensation of this man who I practically had seen in my life as often as my
own father, now pouring his passion into me. I felt his warm breath filling
my mouth, and the soft moans of need and wanting rattling in my ribs. When
we pulled away, I was in a daze. If it was possible, after tasting his
alcoholic breath, I was beginning to feel almost drunk with lust. The
mixture of three loads in my stomach in one day. All of this male
contact. While one part of me wanted more, another questioned if I was
ready to take a man like Earl. Sure, I'd engulfed his cock into my throat,
but what more could I handle?


"Give me everything you've got. Let it all out into me," I said smearing my
bony, sweaty chest against his full and muscular one. "I'll do anything you
want, Uncle Earl," I admitted. "Who knows when we'll get a chance like
this?" I added.


"Y-you...wh-what do you mean?" he asked timidly.


"I mean..." I searched for the right thing to say. I couldn't just say
"fuck me." "I mean, if you want to do more to me, other than...you know..."


A cautious smile crept over his face. A smile that said, he understood that
I knew what I was doing, if he couldn't already tell from my supreme oral
sex skills.


"C-can I eat you out?" he asked. I didn't know what specifically that
meant, but I had an idea.


"What's that?" I asked.


"Oh, I think you know," Earl said, flashing a smile before promptly showing
me the length of his tongue, flicking it to and fro like a snake.


"Maybe you can show me?" I asked, my cock fully throbbing at this
point. With that, Earl lifted me from my ass and carried me over to the A/C
unit that we'd been working on before. Haphazardly, he kicked off his shoes
and jeans. He set me down on my feet for a moment while he took his tossed
away wife beater and jeans and laid them across the metal of the A/C. Then,
he lifted me by my pits, so that my ass was on the edge of the unit, but I
could lay back atop of the makeshift pallet he created for me made out of
his clothes.


"Spread yer legs," he ordered as he gripped what was left of my shorts
handing on my ankles and threw them to the floor, giving me freedom to
stretch my legs apart. Leaning back, I spread my legs widely for Earl to
get the best view of my hole. My cock was bouncing along my navel in
anticipation of my Uncle Earl's tongue.


Earl suddenly got a crazed look in his eye. A look I'd seen frequently when
men got too close to my asshole. Like magnets, Earl's face crashed against
my asshole, and instantly I felt the fiery sensation of pressure pushing
into my hole.


"Unnnngh!" I squeaked, spreading my legs wider for Earl to get better
access to my ass. After that first taste, it was as though Earl was in his
element. He began treating my asshole as though it were a slice of
watermelon. Chewing, slurping, savoring, devouring. Electricity showered my
body as Earl's tongue worked its way into me. With every shift of his jaw,
with every scratch of the stubble on his upper lip, with every lashing of
his tongue, I felt closer than I'd ever felt to cumming just from having
someone fuck me with their tongue. My stomach was a mess with the sticky
drool of precum that was now forming from Earl's fervent and determined
mouth.


"U-uncle Earl...come back and kiss me..." I crooned. I wanted to get a
taste of what he was tasting. Of my ass, his tongue, Dale and Woody's
hours-old semen. Without hesitation, Earl jumped to his feet, his muscular
body blanketing me in warmth and sweat. His tongue entered my mouth, and as
he made out with me, my head swam with different flavors and
sensations. Earl's heaving dick pressed against mine, grinding against it,
comically different in size, but still just as much to send me reeling. A
chorus of our moans harmonized with one another, and I felt ourselves
becoming this sexual fusion of differences. Me with my focused intentions,
innocence, and invigorated sense of sexuality. Earl with his brutish,
bulky, yet chauvinistic need to care for my need to be considered as
well. We pulled away, our lips a mess of spit and drool. "Get back down
there," I whispered, and Earl did what he was told, instantly squatting
down to get another fill of my hole. "Unnnnnngh!" I squealed.


The sensation was bizarre. Earl's control over his tongue made me feel
sorry for his wife, who wasn't getting to experience this kind of attention
for herself. Earl grew more aggressive with his treatment of my ass, and I
felt as though I was a puppet master controlling him with my demands.


"Mmmmph, bury your tongue in there," I would whimper, and sure enough, I
could practically feel his tongue snaking through my whole body.


"Shove your nose in it," I whined. And I would feel the tongue that was
painting my insides retreat and feel the smear of Earl's face and lips
running against my asshole. I began picturing the men I'd fucked earler
today: the idea of Woody's balls on Earl's face, or Dale's pubic hair
sticking to Earl's forehead was exhilarating.


"Rub your head on it," I cried. And Earl would smear his bald, sweaty
forehead along the length of my hole, taint and balls. After a moment he
returned to my hole, hawking a loogie on to it, and slurping up his own
mucusy spit. The heat of the garage was definitely starting to take control
of our inhibitions, and my urge to say what I really wanted was starting to
bubble up in my throat. I needed Earl to fuck me. Fuck me while we still
had time before my dad would come back to the house with lunch.


"O-ooh...Uncle Earl," I whined. "I-I...I want you to put your penis in me."
My hands reached Earl's sweaty head, stroking the slickness of his scalp
and temples. "P-please," I groaned, feeling his tongue lashing in me. "I
want you to so badly," I whined. Slowly Earl stood up, licking his lips."


"Y-you...you sure?" he asked, holding his massive cock in his hand. I knew
it was going to be a struggle, but that I would be able to handle it. My
hole was practically reaching out and grabbing Earl's cock itself, it
wanted it so badly. "I'm not sure yer ready yet."


"N-no...I'm ready. I want it. C'mon. F-fuck me, Uncle Earl. I want it now,"
I said, yearning in my voice. With every second that went by without
something stuffed in my hole, I felt this unbearable emptiness. Earl looked
torn. On one hand, I knew this was what he ultimately wanted, but on the
other, it was his best friend's son. What could happen if he undid over
thirty years of friendship? My question was answered when I felt Earl's
cock press against my spit soaked hole.


"Tell me if you want me to stop," he said. "I'll go slow. But promise me if
you want me to stop."


"I will," I said solemnly. At this point, I felt that any pain I would
pretend to feel was theatrics. My ass was ironclad, and was prepared for
anything.


First, I felt Earl's thick head make the initial plunge into my ass. I felt
my jaw involuntarily drop, precum eked from my prick instinctively.  I
locked eyes with Earl's head, and nodded assuringly, letting him know that
he could keep going. And so he continued.


My ass began to stretch apart, welcoming my Uncle Earl into my body. As
each inch of his thick dick disappeared into me, I felt a fiery sense of
relief continue to lash across me. My face twisted with the mixture of
pleasure and discomfort, housing something so immense in me, but I
continued nodding my head, letting Earl know that I was wanting
more. Through blurry vision, I saw Earl's face growing slack with pure
bliss. I could tell that he was the kind of person who couldn't count on
one hand the number of times a girl could take his python of a cock, and
the fact that I was able to must have been a well-needed relief.


"Yeah, Uncle Earl," I said full of total contentment. "Feels awesome." A
twinge of confusion lashed across Earl's face. In reality, it was like I
was getting a deep tissue massage, just on my prostate. Confidence swept
over me, and I knew that I could easily take the final inches of Earl's
dick. "C'mon Uncle Earl, give it to me," I hissed. "Push the rest in
me. C'mon, do it!"


"I-I," he stammered. I craned my neck so that I was staring at his
chest. Two perfectly pink nipples, a splay of blond chest hair directly
between his chest, his galaxy of freckles. I couldn't help myself.


"FUCK me!" I ordered, spreading my legs further. And with that, Earl shoved
the rest of his cock into me. The force was like a tsunami as it rattled
into me. "NNNNNNGH!" I wailed.


"A-are you okay, Seb," he asked softly. I looked into his eyes, drunk,
wasted with need and lust. I nodded, resembling someone tweaked out on some
kind of drug.


"Ffffffffuck," I growled, feeling all of Earl's dick in me.


"Y-ya sure?" he asked.


"Mmmmmmm," I smiled, my eyes closed. My ass clamped Earl's cock. I imagined
how easy it would be for Earl and I to run away together right now. Leaving
Woody and Dale behind. I loved my dad, no doubt about that. But I pictured
presenting the idea to Earl right now, and him being totally fine with
it. Whereas, my dad would still feel committed to my mother, to Lisa. I
scowled as I propped my legs up for Earl to get better access to my
hole. My mind swam with perverse thoughts, unable to be stopped. Thoughts
that I knew my classmates at school weren't having. Thoughts I knew that my
dad would hate to know that I was having.


"Seb? Seb?" I heard Earl's voice penetrating my wild imagination, his cock
lodged in my ass, needing direction. "Are you alright? Promise?"


"Y-yes...God, yes...fuck....fuck" I whispered. "Go slow at first. Go slow,"
I whimpered. Earl slowly pulled his dick away, which ended up dragging my
body along with it.


"Ohhhhhh," he sighed, as he guided his cock out of me. Once it got to a
certain distance, he began pushing back in. "Unnnngh. Holy shit," he
hissed. "So tight...So...mmmmph," he growled. I felt his cock plummeting
into me once again, pushing aside my muscles, stretching me apart.


"Oh...Uncle Earl..." I grumbled. His hips began moving back and forth. I
felt my insides churning along with the industrial thickness that Earl
exhibited. "Ffffffuck me," I whimpered.


"S-Seb, am I...hurting..." he asked.


"Don't call me that," I barked suddenly, unsure of what made me say that.


"Call...call you what?" he asked, concerned.


"Seb," I said, drunkenly, practically incoherent. "Call me son," I said
more firmly.  Earl continued to slowly fuck me. Pulling and pushing his
cock in and out of me. The ridges of his dick grinding against my prostate.


"S-son?" he asked softly, whispering. I felt his cock pulse in my hole.


"Yeah, Dad," I said. "Call me son." Earl's eyes flickered with
excitement. Earl sent his cock into my ass a bit more firmly. "MMMMmmm," I
groaned, relishing the new force of Earl's dick.


"How was work, Dad?" I whimpered, looking into Earl's eyes with hunger. My
eyes darted across Earl's body as he began to pick up steam in fucking
me. Each time I felt fire burst from my toes, through my knees to my hips,
I saw Earl's stomach flex, showing off his rigid abs. My prostate was a
stormcloud--electric sending uncontrolled energy through my body.


"Boss is really noticing me," Earl said, with prideful glee, a fantasy all
in itself. "Think I'm gonna get a big bonus. And a raise, maybe."


"Mmmmm, Dad, that's great," I encouraged, my shoulders flexing, keeping up
with Earl's momentum. "What are you gonna spend it on?" I asked. Precum
oozed from my dick, signaling that I was close to coming.


"S'thinkin' about a vacation. Just the two of us," he said, sweat soaking
his skin. Sun shone through the translucent windows of the garage door,
glinting off of his forehead. "Where do you wanna go?" he asked, his hands
running along my body. His fingers tweaking my nipples. Smearing the precum
already painted on my skin. His cock began driving into me more
forcefully. I could feel my entire body morphing along with his dick. Stars
flooding my vision, Earl's cock splitting me in half


"Unnnnngh. Ohhhhh, Da-aaad," I cried. "Let's go to Disney World," I
whimpered. "Please? Can we?"


"I don't know," Earl's voice changed, suddenly stern. "I got a phone call
from your teacher. She said you haven't been good in school," Earl said
with an authoritative tone that I'd never heard from him before.


"Mmmm, D-aaaad. I promise, I've been good," I whimpered. Earl began fucking
me much more forcefully.  Our skin slapped together with unbridled
control. "UNNNGH. I...I PROM...PROMISE.....FUHHHHGH.."


"Have....engh...you finished your chores?" he asked, eyes locked onto mine,
his jaw slacked with mind-numbing pleasure.


"Unngh. Y-yesss, Dad!" I wailed.  Earl powered himself into me, my bones
rattling against one another. The A/C unit I was propped upon scooted and
squeaked across the concrete floor.


"Errrrrrrgh," he roared. "F-finish all your homework?" he asked, sweetly,
pounding into me all the while.


"UNNNGH YESSSSSS, DAD!" I squealed openly. Earl's cock drove into me as
though it were a piston in an engine.


"Hoooaargh," Earl growled, his chest bouncing with every quick-paced thrust
that he had. "Yer Dad makes you happy?" he asked, whimpering with need.


"UNGHHHH YES DAD. FUCK ME. URRRRRGH. DAD, I'M CUMMIN...I'M....." I glared
at my spasming dick, watching it as cum spewed from my cock.  Rope after
rope of ivory cum streaked across my torso, with Earl not giving any second
for me to recover. "K-KEEEEP FUGGGIN' MEEEEEE!" I screamed.  Earl's cock
powered into me as though he'd been pumped full of rocket fuel, his huffing
and puffing and grunting was turning me on even more, sending surges of hot
sperm onto my skin.


"FUCK YEAH, SON!" Earl roared. "FUCK YEAH, SON!" he said even again more
excited, more jubilant, pounding his massive tree trunk of a cock into my
boy asshole. His hands ran themselves along my body before reaching behind
my neck so that he could pull me closer onto his massive dick, sending
entirely new waves of pleasure throughout my body.


"Keep....keep fuck...keep fucking me," I whimpered as Earl would rip six
inches from my hole and plow eight inches back in, my teeth clacking
together from the sheer force. My hair, matted with sweat flopped along my
eyes like a wet mop. All I could feel was the intense electricity of having
cum and already needing to cum again. "MMM YEAH!" I said reaching a second
wind of lustful energy, my cock still flinging excess cum along my chest.


"Rrrrr, son, you make yer dad feel so good," Earl said, pounding his cock
into me, sliding his hand along my sticky chest and stomach. I leaned back
and let Earl have his way with me, feeling his massive dick slide in and
out of me with ease. His firm cock running against my prostate, sending my
head spinning.


Suddenly I heard the door to my left open. Both of us froze in place,
mortified by what would be behind the door.


"Hey, dumbass do you have the extra screwdr--...what?...holy..."


Before me I saw Woody standing just ten feet away from us, looking
shocked. I couldn't imagine why he'd feel shocked to see me in my state,
but probably to see Earl balls deep in the boy he'd just finished treating
like a drunk stripper outside the club. Earl didn't pull out of me. He just
stood there, staring Woody down.


"What're ya starin' at?" he said, coldly, practically unashamed.


"I-I..." Woody stammered, blushing.


"Hey, didja find it? That door hinge is gonna come clear--WHOA!
Whoa. Whoawhoawhoa." Dale shielded his eyes. Not bringing himself to be
able to see one of his best friends, plugged into the boy they'd known
since birth.


"E-Earl...what...what's..."


"Shut the FUCK up, Dale!" Earl shouted, and I felt his dick slide out of
me, I let out a little squeak of a moan. Earl marched over to Woody and
Dale, dick swinging from his waist. Earl reached out and grabbed both of
them by their shirts, Woody's red nipples peeking out of his sleeveless
shirt, and Dale's denim twisted in Earl's fist. "Now I know what you coupla
horndogs have been doin' all fuckin' day. Dale, you had Seb on that
lawnmower like he was some kinda pig you were tryin' to wrangle." Dale
blushed and tried facing away from my naked body, splayed about on the A/C
unit. "And Woody, I could hear you screamin' upstairs treating him like
some chick you picked up from the street."


Both of them looked mortified. Caught red-handed. I couldn't help but feel
a bit romanced by Earl trying to stick up for me. I guess he didn't realize
that Dale skewering me like a kabob, and Woody treating me like filth were
just added highlights to my weekend.


"You fucked him, Dale?" Woody asked, somewhat hurt.


"But he told me that--" Dale whined.


"Now both a ya'll are gonna listen." Earl turned back toward me. I watched
him as he approached me, my mouth watered just looking at his glistening
cock. "We all had our...'time' with Seb," he explained. "I think it's best
that we keep our mouths shut, and just go back to our lives. Never talk
about it again," he said, almost sadly.


"U-uh, wait, hold on. No, fuck you!" Woody said bounding toward me,
grabbing my hand. "Yer just gonna keep him for yerself and make us go back
to work. I know how this goes!"


"Hold on, Woody," Earl tried to intervene.


"Now wait. Seb told me that he always liked me best!" Dale charged toward
my other hand grabbing it. "I've known him just as long as Earl."


"This is crazy," Earl said. "Seb is like a son to me." Earl grabbed my
legs. I could feel his dick starting to enter me. "Why...mmmph...why don't
we let Seb pick. C'mon, Seb. Tell us who you want the most." Earl's cock
slowly started entering me once again. My eyes rolled back in my head.


"WHOA! What the fuck! Not fair! Here!" Woody bounded over between my legs,
pushing Earl away from me. Woody ripped open his fly and launched out his
chubby cock, and started shoving it back into my hole. "Yyyyyeah, you like
that? You like Daddy's cock?"


"Unnnnngh!" I whimpered in ecstacy just happy to have anything between my
legs.


"Hey, come on! Don't I get a say in this too?" Dale's pants were shimmying
to the floor, his long shaft bounced from his waist. He shoved Woody away,
grabbing hold of my thighs, and sliding his long shaft deep into my
hole. "Annnngh. Th-there, that feels better right?" he squeaked.


These men fighting over my hole, giving me a different tool to experience
with every passing second. It was exhilarating.


"St-STOP!" I cried. Dale froze inside of me. "I-I'm not gonna pick." I
started looking into each of their eyes. They all looked panic-stricken,
foolish, and ultimately horny. "You're all my dad's friends. You always do
stuff together. Not by yourselves."


"What are you sayin', Seb," Earl said, serious. His brows furrowed. "You
want us to just share?"


"Yep," I said confidently. My legs spreading wide so that Dale could get an
easier push into me. "I want all three of you." I leaned back once more,
showing my dad's friends the breadth of my body.


"Wh-what?" Woody seemed confused. "You want us all to...together?" he
seemed uncomfortable.


"That's right. Or not at all. Anyone who doesn't want this can go back
inside." I felt powerful, making demands like this. To adults who had at
one point made rules for me, made me follow directions.


Dale, Woody, and Earl, looked around at each other. Unsure of what to
say. Dale's dick was still lodged in me, pulsing, ready for more.


"Whadda you want us to do?" Woody asked, eagerly, bouncing on his toes, his
cock flopping from side to side. I looked around at the room. Three
cocks. Three opportunities for more cum.


"L'maybe you can get sucked off, I can keep fucking him, and Woody can..."


"Just wait in line? Fuck you, Earl!" Woody barked.


"You'll get yer turn, asshole," Earl said, rolling his eyes. I reached over
a took Woody's and Earl's dicks in my hand, stroking them in this warm
chamber of a garage.


"I want Uncle Dale to fuck me," I announced. I saw Dale's eyes light up,
while the other two began to melt in my hands like chocolate. I first took
Woody's cock in my mouth while stroking Earl's. I felt Dale's long shaft
easily slide into me. I squeaked out a moan as my throat closed around
Woody's cock. Dale's dick rammed against my prostate, causing my cock to
ooze precum, adding to the already pooling frothy mixture of cum, sweat,
and spit collected on my stomach. My heart fluttered with excitement. To
have three cocks, hard and ready to pound me. I was in heaven.


My juggling act began. After Dale would have his turn pounding me, he would
exit and walk to my right, Woody would then take his slobbery cock and move
to my ass, and Earl would move to my left, where I would let him fuck my
throat. Dale would play with my prick, even taking a moment to suck on it a
bit as Woody was fucking me. Then, Woody would take his leave, and move to
my right to get jacked off, Earl would take his place not leaving my hole
unattended, and Dale would then gag me with his dick. It was a good system
that we had. I was in a perpetual state of being on the edge of cumming, my
hole was plugged, my mouth was full of dick.


The garage echoed with the lewd and cruel verbal spattery that came from
this horny men.


"Yeeeah, fuck that boy's ass!"


"Gag, on my dick, kid!"


"Look at the fuckin' cock drool!"


"Fill'm up!"


"FUCK him!"


"Don't let him rest!"


"NNNNNNNGH!"


"RAAAAGH!"


"ROOOOOARGH!"


All of this ended up just egging me on. To work harder for them. This
circle of family that was now violating the bond that they had with me as a
young boy, as well as their best friend, my father. The man who had given
them so much, was now even having to offer his only son to these men. These
men who always had needs: financial, personal, and now even sexual.


Cum flew from my cock in an endless stream. At one point while Dale was
fucking me, cum splashed my neck, my voice singing with pleasure in the
garage, and at no point did it seem like my dick grew fatigued. I was ready
for more. It seemed that my orgasms were only in spurts of a few
minutes. And with each climax, cum spewed from my meat just as violently
and with the same amount of virility as before. As though I couldn't be
emptied. Part of me even imagined that I took the cum that these men could
have been surging into my ass, and recycled it back into my balls, but I
knew that couldn't be possible.


Earl leaned forward as I sucked him off and proceeded to clean my stomach
and dick of all this excess seed that I was producing. His voice hummed as
he did so, appreciating the flavor and taste. Earl's cock was lodged in my
throat and I did my best to crane my neck, stroking his cock with my
tonsils.


We must have rotated three or four more times. I'd lost track of how many
orgasms. My body was still aflame, enjoying every bit of this never ending
maelstrom of cock, my hole becoming more ironclad with each
withdrawal. Each of my joints sparked with energy, my cock was like a
flaming sword, burning with need.


"Well, I guess I couldn't have expected anything less from you horny
fuckers." My dad's voice cut through the rest of the action. My three
uncles froze in place. It was almost like a Renaissance painting. Dale was
in my mouth, Woody in my hand, Earl in my ass. A real country redneck spit
roast, and I was the one hogtied by cock and muscle. I looked over and saw
that he had his cock out held firmly in his hand, almost as though it was a
stick that he was going to use to beat us all with.


Dale, Woody, and Earl all stood behind me. Three swinging dicks, inches
from my lips. My heart raced. Was I in trouble? Was Dad going to join in?


"G-Gary, I...we can explain...he," Earl tried to come up with the words to
best nullify the entire act. But how does one explain three grown men,
sweating like pigs, balls deep in someone's son? Is there anything that can
be said? "...he just pulled me in, and--"


"Let me guess: he said 'pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top'?" The
boys all looked at one another, uneasily. My dad walked around, the scene,
looking into my eyes, examining my cum-stained body.  My dad stopped
between my legs. He looked at the mess made as a result of our chaotic
sex. My nipples were still a puffy red from Woody's clamps, my shoulders
sunburned from getting fucked over the lawnmower outside. The rest of my
body was covered in sweat, speckles of dried cum. I was still as hard as
ever. My dad was fully erect as well.


"Y'okay, son?" he asked. Almost as though I'd just gotten bullied by a
group of playground boys. I wanted to scream that I wasn't finished that I
wanted more, but I figured all good things had to come to an end. My dad
started this whole thing, and I could tell that a part of him knew that. So
how mad could he really be?


"Better than okay, Dad," I admitted. My cock bounced with need, my hole
bewildered and confused by why there wasn't any of this meat plowing into
me. "I wanted them to do it," I confessed.


"I know," he said softly. My dad glanced around at his three friends. "Was
it good?" he asked each of them. "How did it feel?" The three friends
looked at each other uneasily. "Did it feel warm? Perfect?" I could sense
the hurt in his voice. And I realized, I don't think my dad knew that I'd
actually been fucked by anyone except for him. I'd confessed that I'd had
sex with other people, but now he was actually seeing what that looks like.


"Gary, we're sorry. We...I don't know what came over me," Dale said
woefully.


"Yeah, Gary, I don't know what I was thinking," Woody whimpered."


"I...we love Sebastian," Earl piped in. "We wouldn't want anything' bad to
happen to'm."


I could feel the radiating warmth from my dad's erection, pulsing against
my hole. My legs were still spread, despite my ankles resting on the edge
of the A/C unit.


My dad's hand rested between my chest, and then slowly and softly drifted
down my stomach, sliding through the wasteland of cum left on my skin,
before coiling his fingers around my tender dick.


"Mmmmm," I moaned softly. I glanced up at my dad's friends, their dicks
bouncing intermittently.


"Y-you...you too?" Earl asked. He shifted his weight anxiously. His pale
thigh brushing against my ear.


"Boys, I'm gonna tell y'all somethin'," Dad kept stroking me. "All this. Is
cause'a me. I live with that everyday. This boy is mine. I helped in
creating him. The first man he saw buck naked? Me." Dad gripped my dick
more firmly, milking a minor amount of precum from my sore balls. "The
first dick he sucked? Was mine. The first person to fuck him? Me." He
removed his hand from my cock and started sliding two of his fingers into
my hole.


"Anngh," I sighed in relief. To have something back inside me was
exhilarating.


"It all started with me." Dad continued twisting his fingers inside of
me. My eyes rolled back into my skull. This kind of pleasure was torture,
like an itch you can't reach. I just wanted my dad to shove his dick into
me once more. "So, it's gonna end with me." Dad removed his fingers from my
ass. "Seb, get on your knees," my dad demanded. I crunched my stomach
forward, and turned over so that my knees were resting on the flat surface
of the A/C unit, and my hands were gripping the two top corners. I was
facing my dad's friends, all of them trying to not to look at me.


I was confused by what my dad meant, but if it meant what I thought it did,
my dad always had the last word in any argument. Maybe he meant that he was
going to get to be the last person to fuck me today.


"Lower your back a little bit, Seb." I pushed my ass further down, and once
I did, I felt the familiar sensation of my father's cock pushing into me.


"Ahhhhhgngh!" I wailed as my dad sank his entire cock into my ass with one
steady push. "UNnngh...unnnnngh," I growled. Dad pulled his dick away from
him. "Mmmmmmm!" I hummed, sounding crazed. Then, with another steady push,
Dad fired his cock back into me with even greater force. "GYAAHH!" I
roared, triumphantly. The force pushed me into Earl's stomach, like a soft
wall. My hands reached out and grabbed him by the waist, his massive dick
still hard and ready for more. I took his cock in my hands, and smirked
excitedly before taking it my mouth.


"Ha-aahhhh!" Earl gasped. I reached out like Tarzan swinging from limbs in
the jungle, grabbing both Dale's and Woody's dicks, stroking them as I
gulped down Earl's meat. I pulled Dale and Woody closer to me as my dad
continued fucking me as though none of them were here. As though none of
them didn't all have their dicks in my face.


The garage was inflated once again by the muffled grunts and moans of men
being pleasured, and to know that it was all coming from one
source--me--made me enjoy the attention all the more. I fucked my own face
with Earl's cock, tears streaming down my cheeks as I repressed my gag
reflex. I could feel my dad's cock pounding against my insides. His hips
crashing into my ass. No one could fuck me like he could. He knew what I
was capable of, and he knew what limits I had, and how to push them. I
withdrew from my Earl's cock, a mess of slobber and drool spewed from my
mouth, causing Earl's dick to shine like a precious jewel.


"Gaahh, yeah, Dad. Fuck me. FUCK me!" I encouraged. "OH yeah, Dad!
Nnnnngh!" I almost couldn't take much more. I needed another dick to
suck. I looked into Dale's and signaled him to switch with Earl. He did,
his long hairy legs awkwardly swaying over to my direction. Once he was in
front of me, I dove onto his cock. I savored the feeling of the tip of his
dick prodding the back of my throat. I wanted to floss my teeth with his
pubic hair, swallowing him hole.


"Ohh...oh jeez," Dale shuddered, feeling my lips around his long tool. I
bobbed up and down on it. My dad was picking up his pace now, fucking me
more quickly. With each thrust, I felt a spark at the base of my dick. My
chest bounced with the force of my father's cock pounding me without
remorse, just how I liked it.


"MM! MM! MM!" I squeaked in short staccato bursts, as my dad's dick drove
into me. I slurped and slobbered on Dale's cock full of hunger and lust. I
pulled off of Dale's dick, and looked at Woody in the eyes signalling for
him to take Dale's place, which he did, almost too quickly, having to wait
his turn. Dad's hands gripped my hips, giving him more leverage to fuck me
even faster and harder.


Woody's dick swung in front of me. I slowly stroked Earl and Dale, my
saliva that I'd left behind made my movements easy and slick.


"Hoooo," Earl groaned.


"Unnnngh," Dale whined.


I stretched my jaw and widened my mouth to fit all of Woody's cock in my
mouth.


"Urrrrgh," Woody growled in satisfaction. Dad continued his push.


"Rrrooooah," Dad began to grumble, which I knew meant that he was getting
ready to bust. I wasn't much further as well. Each time my dad pounded into
me, I felt as though a hot coal was passing through my dick.


"Mmmmmm!" I squealed, the intensity of my father's cock almost more than I
could handle. I wanted to cum, but it's almost as though there was a switch
or a stop inside of me preventing it from happening.  I continued gumming
on Woody's thick cock, feeling his hips bucking slightly at the sensation
of my mouth engulfing him. I didn't even need to bob my head up and down
since my dad was doing all of the work for me with his intense pelvic
thrusts.


"Raaaaghhhh, that's it, son. I'm..I'm FUCKIN' GONNA CUM!" my dad roared,
asserting his dominance, yanking me toward him, pushing his way as deep as
his cock would let him. So deep that I could practically taste the cum that
my dad was depositing into me. "AGGGH, FUCK YEAH! ROOOOOGH!" His voice
thundered and rumbled through the garage, practically shaking the walls
with his volume. His thrusts began to slow, and to my surprise, no cum came
from me. Was I empty? What was wrong with me? I was surely feeling an
intense amount of pleasure: four dicks at once--how could I not?


Dad's hands ran themselves along the length of my back, around my chest,
down my stomach, around my cock again.


"Mmmmmm," I shuddered in painful ecstasy. I wanted more. I needed more. I
released Woody's cock, leaving it in a slobbery mess just like Earl and
Dale's. As movement seemed to be dying down. I felt my dad pull me by my
chest, pushing my back against his chest.  His cock still in my ass, Dad
guided my chin over to his lips, and snaked his tongue into my mouth. The
collection of flavors of cock, cum, and now my father's tongue, was
intoxicating. I was reveling in the idea that Dad's friends were watching
us be passionate like this. I stroked myself, pushing back against my
father, churning the mixtures of cum that were already in my hole along
with the fresh load that my dad just pushed into me. Dad gripped the under
parts of my thighs and began to lift me off the A/C unit.


"Agh...ohhh...ungh," I said as Dad's cock twisted inside of me as he lifted
me up. He slowly did a set of arm curls, lifting and dropping me along the
length of his dick. I stared and watched my dad's friends as they just
stood there in awe. I could tell that my dad was showing off. Showing them
that he was the one who owned his son's ass. My head relaxed against my
dad's chest, my hair tangling as he lifted me up and down along his shaft.


Finally my dad slowly lowered his legs and rested my feet on the solid
ground, in doggy style once again. In a surprisingly smooth motion. My dad
fell backward, resting his back along the concrete floor of the garage, and
pulled me with him, so that I was now sitting on top of my father,
straddling his waist.


"RRRRAGH!" I shouted in shock, as well as pleasure as my dad's cock jabbed
me deep in my ass. Dad was slowly thrusting into me, encouraging him to
ride him, which I did. "Errrrgh...mmmm, yeah, dad. Z'at feel good?" I asked
in a shuddering whisper.


"Yeah, son. Y-yeahhhh, son. Fuck yourself with your dad's cock," he
encouraged. I locked eyes with my dad's friends who were standing around
needing direction, and motioned for them to come over to me. I bounced on
my ankles, feeling my dad's cock pumping in and out of me. As my dad's
friends approached me, I awkwardly rotated on my dad's dick so that I was
facing him, rocking back and forth on my knees, feeling my dad's cock rake
against my prostate. Precum oozed from my dick, my normally tan chest,
began to blush with a deep red as my body temperature continued to
rise. Sweat poured from my face and hair, cascading down my chest and
stomach. Dad's friends each circled around me, their dicks maybe a foot
away from my mouth.  I looked up at each of them, and with my dad
continuing to fuck me, I told them what I wanted.


"I want each of you to cum in my mouth. Every drop in my mouth," I
whimpered.  Without questioning, the three of them began stroking
themselves. I only hoped that they had some left in those exhausted balls
of theirs. I continued bouncing on my dad's cock, feeling my balls begin to
tighten around the shaft of my prick. I held my mouth open, my tongue
extended, looking hungrily at the series of glistening cocks that were
above me like hanging fruit.


Dale was first.


"OH...oh I'm cummin," he gasped, before scooting closer to me,
hurriedly. "ANNGH! ANNNGH! ERRRGH!" he groaned, sending three strong pumps
cum into my mouth. Rather than let Dale's cum slide down my throat, I shut
my throat closed, allowing Dale's seed to pool at the back of my gullet. A
drop of cum landed on my lower lip, so with a finger, I pushed it into my
mouth with the rest.


Woody was second.


"UNNNGH, outta my way, Dale!" he rushed over before dumping a thick load
into my mouth. His thick wad splashed against Dale in my mouth, and I did
everything I could to clench my throat, keeping it from escaping to my
stomach. I continued bouncing feverishly on my dad's dick, my cock buzzing
with need.


Earl was third.


"MMMPH. MMMMPH!" His bald head rained sweat down on my face as he trembled
through his next of many orgasms. Cum whipped from his massive cock and
sprayed the inside of my mouth, filling up my mouth almost halfway full of
sperm. My jaw was sore from keeping it open for so long, but the soreness
was easily alleviated by the warmth of the three loads that I was now
carrying in my mouth.


I slammed my ass down on my dad's cock more vigorously, feeling myself
getting closer to cumming.


"Ennnngh!" I squeaked. I rocked back and forth on my dad's cock as though
my life depended on it. With each move I made, Dad's cock whipped against
my prostate, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. "ENNNGH! UNNNGH!" I
growled, the collection of seed gargling in my mouth as I groaned
wildly. Finally, it happened, a lightning bolt of cum shot from my dick,
landing on my dad's beard, his neck, his wife beater, and the minor patch
of skin that he as revealed near his dick.


"OOoooooh, yeah!!!" my dad roared as he fucked me harder in the middle of
my orgasm, sending me higher and higher to the brink of sexual
collapse. "ERRRRRRRRGH!" My dad fucked me harder, until I practically felt
his cock behind my eyes.  I felt his dick pulsing in my ass once again,
sending another load of cum into me. I did my best to balance the helping
of cum in my mouth as Dad pulverized me, the sound of our skin slapping
together sounding like gunfire. Finally, my dad calmed down, taking deep
breaths. His wife beater was practically invisible due to the amount of
sweat collected on his skin. I could see the dark patches of hair that
spread along his body. I continued winding my hips around my dad's dick,
milking his orgasm for all it was worth.  He trembled at the sensation of
my muscles clenching around his massive dick.


Dad coaxed me to ease off of him, allowing his dick to slowly exit my
body. Dad scooped his hand beneath my hole, before sliding a few fingers
inside once more. My knees shook as my dad's fingers danced inside of me,
almost as though they were searching for something. Finally, his hand left
me, procuring a scoopful of more cum that had been safe inside my hole this
hole time. Dad lifted his hand up to my lips, and like a honey dipper
allowed the sperm to trickle in to my mouth, filling my maw up to my teeth
full of cum. I couldn't fit anymore without it spilling down my chin.


I took one look at my dad's exhausted friends, and one glance down at my
dad, before closing my eyes, and with the intensity of a man lost in the
desert for weeks, guzzled the helping of cum that sat frothing in my
mouth. The sensation was like warm sweet milk gliding down my throat and
plummeting into my stomach. My dad's friends looked in amazement. Amazement
at the prowess that I'd exhibited. Not only taking each of their cocks
multiple times a day, but at the sheer bliss that I had swallowing their
collective load.


Dad looked at me with a face that I wasn't sure was confusion or pride. I
fell forward on my hands, my weight resting on my dad's firm stomach, his
hairs tickling my taint. Before finally falling forward on my hands, and
collapsing against my dad, falling sound asleep.



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