Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2012 00:07:08 -0500
From: Sean Rahilly <kinzusareta_yume@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Sexy Uncle Gary - Part 2 (incest)

Fuck, it is awesome to wake up to someone holding you tightly, his arms
wrapped around your shoulders and chest, and his legs wrapped around your
thighs. Rough stubble scratching against the side of your face as he
nuzzles against you. And that's how I woke up, with my Uncle Gary, on his
couch in his barn, which had already become my new favorite hangout in the
space of one evening. I half expected it to be morning, but a quick glance
around revealed that it wasn't. It was so dark out there in the barn, dark
and quiet and still. The only light came from the digital clock on the DVD
player across the room, and a second display on the microwave off in the
corner. And a couple of other small lights like that, but that was it.

We were snuggled together under three or four blankets, all of which
smelled hot, like Uncle Gary. I sighed happily, coming a little further
awake, and--hello--my cock started to swell as I realized that Uncle Gary
was rock hard already, and the head of his dick was resting against my
asshole, slowly poking at me. My sigh turned into an appreciative
groan. Once he knew I was awake, he shifted position slightly, and started
prodding at my ass with his cock. Jab, jab. My asshole eagerly accepted the
tip of his cock.

Uncle Gary shifted again so he could penetrate me better. "Sport..." he
breathed against the side of my face as he found my earlobe with his
teeth. Ah, fuck yes, I was wide awake now, in more ways than one! "Sport,"
he said again, "sorry, I was gonna let you sleep, but you felt so good next
to me, so nice and warm, that I wanted to be inside you again..."

I smiled so hard, even though I knew he couldn't see it in the darkness. I
angled my head back so that our mouths were closer to each other, even
though he was still behind me, his chest against my back. "Do I have to
beg, Uncle Gary? `Cause I totally will, if that's what it takes."

"Yeah?" He sounded interested in that. I laughed.

"Yes," I said, and by this time he'd fed me the rest of the head of his big
long cock.

"You want it?" he asked me, his breath against the side of my face.

"Fuck yes..." I told him as he wrapped his arms tighter around me and held
me close.

He pushed another half-inch of his cock up inside me, and then held still,
waiting to see what I would do. He put one of his hands on the side of my
face, and turned my head back slightly so he could kiss me as he penetrated
me. Slowly he shoved another half-inch of his amazing cock up my ass.

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. I rammed my ass back so hard on his
cock, and took his entire length up inside me, back where it
belonged. Uncle Gary made this low, growling sound of approval, which was
sexy as all fuck, and he pushed into me even harder, until his wiry pubes
were grinding against my ass cheeks.

It was on, then. Hard and furious screwing, me and my hot uncle. He held me
tight the entire time he fucked me, first on our sides, but after twenty or
thirty minutes, he got me back on my stomach on the couch, with him on top
of me. "Hope you don't mind, Sport," he said as he continued to plow my
ass, "but when I seed my bitch, I like to be on top. Gotta be in control,
ya know?"

"Fuck yes, Uncle Gare," I said, loving every second of it. "I like being
under you, anyway."

"You do, Sport?"

"Oh fuck yes."

He laughed. "Good boy."

As he continued to fuck me, one of my hands ended up between the cushions,
and my fingers touched the wadded up pair of briefs I'd found the night
before. Uncle Gary seemed to notice, because he pulled them back out from
underneath the cushion and held them in his hand for a minute, all the
while keeping up the constant pounding rhythm as he fucked me.

"Man have I loaded these up with cum over the past couple months," he said,
more to himself, probably. Then he held the briefs in front of my
face. "Smell that, Sport? That's the smell of a man."

I took a big whiff of dried spunk laced with engine oil and the faintest
tang of dried piss. Yep. Definitely the smell of a man. Not really
realizing what I was doing, I started sucking on the fabric while it was
still in Uncle Gary's hands. When he noticed, he laughed this low, sexy
laugh, wadded up the pair of briefs, and stuck them in my mouth. When he
saw I liked that, he started slamming my ass even harder. His hips hit my
ass with such power each time he thrust, I wouldn't be surprised if I had
bruises in the morning. The horny, slightly twisted part of me hoped I
would. All I knew was that it felt damn good.

And the taste of that damned cumrag was fucking out of this WORLD. Sort of
musky, and salty, and so strong-tasting. Uncle Gary pressed me down into
the couch with his entire body, his mouth next to my ear, one hand clamped
tight over my mouth, holding the cumrag in place, the other down on my
thigh, gently but forcefully massaging my leg. "Yeah, taste all that
spunk. That thing's fucking saturated with it, Sport. I shot more sperm in
that thing in a month than most guys cum in a whole year. Load after load,
all shot right there in that pair of briefs you're suckin' on."

I could see it so clearly, too. Uncle Gary watching some hot porn on the
big TV, furiously jerking on that perfect cock that was right now buried to
the hilt in my ass. I imagined him sitting on the couch, leaned back, jeans
down around his ankles, his leg hair catching the light from the TV in an
otherwise dark room, his big strong hand clamped around that big gorgeous
cock, and then when he was about to cum, his other hand taking the
wadded-up briefs and jamming them down on the head of his cock, as he
ejaculated spurt after spurt of thick, white, potent semen into the fabric
of those briefs. The ones that I was now sucking on.

That pretty much did me in. I let my cock rub against the worn fabric of
the couch, and that was all it took. It was like my cum was boiling hot,
and couldn't shoot out of my cock fast enough. At the same exact time,
Uncle Gary rammed his cock home and let out a long, satisfied grunt as he
started cumming inside me.

"Fuck yeah, Sport, take it," he panted as he filled me up with his
seed. "Take your uncle's spunk. Fuck, I'm shootin' it up inside you good,
boy."

"Fuck me, Uncle Gare, fuck me..."

"I'm fuckin' you, all right, Sport...feel that warmth up inside? Feel it?
That's my sperm. Take it, Sean. Mmmmmf, fuck yeah. Take it, baby."

He held me down until long after I'd stopped cumming. When I tried to shift
positions, he pinned me down harder. "Not yet, baby. When I breed someone,
I make sure every last drop of my cum is up in them where it's supposed to
be. So we're just gonna stay like this until I'm sure my cock has worked
out the last drops of cum up inside that hot ass of yours."

Gently he took the cumrag out of my mouth, and while keeping his
now-softening cock buried inside me, he reached under me to mop up my own
cum with his cumrag. He took a good whiff of it before sticking it back
down beneath the cushions.

Even after we were both completely soft and he slipped out of me, he stayed
on top of me, arms wrapped around me, and that's how we were when we fell
back asleep.

                       * * *

The next time I woke up, it really was morning. Uncle Gary still had his
arms around me, and I angled my head back so I could smile at him. He
playfully kissed me a couple of times, first a few quick kisses which
eventually got longer and more heated, and yes, within five minutes I was
pinned on the couch underneath him for a third time, grunting as he shoved
his cock as far up my ass as he could. We spent another half an hour going
at it, fucking like crazy, before he locked me in that deathgrip again to
hold me in place while he pumped his sperm into my intestines. Oh, fuck, it
felt so good.

Then, winded, he finally let me up, and laughed. Reaching down and cupping
his hairy balls, he grinned. "Well, Sport, I think I finally got these boys
drained out pretty good. For now, anyway." His grin widening, he slapped me
on the back. "Sean, you took my cock like a pro. How's it feel to know
you've got all my spunk up inside you now?"

My cock, which was just starting to get soft, jumped to attention again. My
insides felt like they were stretched full, with the three loads he'd
pumped into me between last night and this morning. Uncle Gary looked at me
and laughed loudly. "You look pretty damn pleased with yourself, Sport."

I smiled. Actually, yes, I was pretty damn pleased with myself, thank you
very much. Not only was I satisfied on a carnal level--my ass was sore from
the poundings I'd taken, but it felt so good--but it was something deeper
than that. I liked it here, with Uncle Gary.

Even though the air in the barn was cold, we were still all worked up from
the sex, so Uncle Gary sauntered over to the kitchen area and turned on the
coffee maker. "I'll cook us breakfast in a few minutes, Sport. Want to grab
a shower first?"

"Sure," I said, heading for the bathroom, but as I did, Uncle Gary followed
me. Was he going to take a shower with me?

He followed me into the cement-block shower stall, which was easily big
enough for both of us. He reached over and turned several faucets on the
wall, and warm water suddenly sprayed out of several shower heads and pipes
set above us in the ceiling. I shook my head and smiled. Now, that was
pretty damn cool.

It's a good thing (well, depending on how you look at it) that both of us
were spent by this time, or else we wouldn't have noticed the shower at all
and would have just went at it like crazy right there. But it was nice to
feel so mellow and satisfied, and just lean against the cement block walls,
letting the hot water wash over me. Uncle Gary grabbed a green bar of his
Irish Spring soap and lathered me up. I stood there as his strong hands
caressed every square inch of my body, as if he was measuring it. "You're
so beautiful," he whispered softly as he knelt down, staring first at my
abs, then my thighs, then my cock. I smiled back at him and closed my eyes.

Even though there was no sex that time, it was still the best shower I've
ever taken in my life. We stayed in there literally an hour, until the hot
water ran out, and then we got out and I got dressed as Uncle Gary cooked
breakfast. He cooked, too? Awesome, because I didn't like to cook.

I had just pulled on a clean pair of boxers, jeans, and a hoodie, when I
heard my cell phone ringing. It was my mom, of all people. "It's mom," I
told Uncle Gary as I grabbed my phone and headed out to the front half of
the barn.

"Hi mom," I said, leaning against the pool table. I could hear Uncle Gary
getting plates and stuff out of the cupboards in the other room.

"Good morning, Sean," she said, sounding all bright and cheery. "You sound
well this morning!"  I laughed at that. "I'm very well, mom."

"Good," she said, "I'm glad you finally went out to visit your uncle. He's
been very lonely, you know."

I shook my head. She sounded like she knew more than...nah, I was just
being paranoid, that's all. "How did you know I was out at Uncle Gary's?"

"He called me last night and told me he'd invited you out for the
weekend. Are you two having fun?"

This time I tried not to laugh. "Uh, yeah, we are, actually."

"Good," she said again, and it sounded like she was trying not to laugh,
too. What the hell? "I told you how lonely he's been since that no-good
ex-wife of his left. I hope he isn't as lonely today, now that you're
there."

This was getting sort of weird. Now I did laugh, uncomfortably. "Uh, no,
mom, I don't think he's lonely anymore."

"Excellent. I'll let you go, then. Isn't it so much nicer out there in the
country?"

"Yeah, mom, it is. I'll talk to you later, OK? Seeya..."

"Bye, Sean!"

I slipped the phone back in my pocket, shaking my head. Well, that was a
weird conversation. Shrugging, I headed back into the man cave part of the
barn. Uncle Gary had gotten a card table from somewhere, and two folding
chairs. The plates were old and the silverware was mismatched, but the food
was incredible. Toast, sausage, even an omelet with vegetables? That was a
little more fancy that I gave Uncle Gary credit for, but damn, it was
good. Breakfast for me, when I ate it, was usually a granola bar. This was
a huge improvement.

I helped him do the dishes as a way to say thanks for the breakfast, and as
we put the last of the stuff away, he said, "Do you feel like taking the
four-wheeler out again? Maybe going up into the hills a ways?"

"There's nothing I'd rather do," I told him, and I meant it.

He put on that old flannel jacket, and a knit cap, and he looked so fucking
cute that I had to kiss him. One kiss turned into another, and he leaned me
back against the kitchen counter, holding me in his arms and kissing me
hungrily for what felt like twenty minutes. His stubble felt so good
against my face, especially since I hadn't shaved that morning and now had
a little stubble of his own. "Yeah, Sport. This is how it's supposed to
be."

"Yes," I told him as we kissed one last time, "it is."

He grabbed a big duffel bag as we headed to the four-wheeler. I raised an
eyebrow but he shook his head and said, "Later." He got the four-wheeler
started, hopped on, and motioned for me to get on behind him. There was no
hesitation this time as I put my arms around his waist and leaned my chin
on his shoulder. He smiled, revved the engine, and we were off.

How awesome it was, just to take off into the woods on overgrown trails,
trees racing past you on either side, plumes of snow trailing behind you
(there was only an inch or two of snow on the ground so it was still easy
to go four-wheeling) and the best part of it all was that there was nobody
around for miles, just Uncle Gary and me. We raced through the woods, past
tall, ancient pine trees swaying gently in the wind. We emerged into fields
of tall, brown grass, shredding it as we careened this way and that. We
drove alongside streams, through more trees, out into more fields, heading
higher and higher into the hills, and farther away from anyone else. It was
just me, and Uncle Gary. I was in heaven.

For the first hour or two, I was content to just ride wherever he wanted to
take us, admiring the scenery and loving how warm our bodies felt next to
each other in the cold air. But eventually, the satisfied glow I had felt
all morning began to wear off. Leaning against Uncle Gary started to become
less about sharing warmth and more about getting horny again. I reached
into the front of his jacket and started stroking his hard abs through the
fabric of his shirt. He looked back over his shoulder and gave me an
appreciative grin.

For awhile, that was okay. But I was getting hornier, and I didn't care how
cold it was. I nuzzled my face against the back of his neck, and held him
tighter. He responded by leaning back against me even harder, and using one
hand to rub my arm as he steered with the other.

Finally, when we came to a spot along the side of a stream where we were
going slower due to the steep hill, I told him to pull over. He didn't seem
surprised, but instead he cut the engine and put on the brake, and looked
back at me expectantly. "Need something, Sport?"

"Yeah," I told him, "you." I reached to feel his crotch through his
jeans--yep, rock hard, just as I expected. Good. It would be too cold out
here to take enough of my clothes off to screw, but I had a different idea
instead. "Uncle Gare, can you turn around? Yeah, like that." He turned so
he was sitting backwards in the seat. I unzipped the fly of his jeans, took
my hands out of my gloves (luckily they were nice and warm) and guided his
penis out of his jeans and into my mouth before the cold air could get at
it. I got as much of it into my mouth as I could, until my nose was pressed
against the stiff fabric of his jeans.

Uncle Gary let out a sigh. "Mmm. Feels good, sport."

I started sucking, but after a minute, he said, "You just hold steady. I'll
do the rest." And without another word, he started facefucking me like a
pro. "Fuck," he said, "your mouth is as warm as your ass. Holy shit."

The only sounds were the rushing of the water in the nearby steam, the
creaking of the leather seat as Uncle Gary moved his hips, and his forceful
exhalations, which very soon turned to low grunts, and then I suddenly had
an entire mouthful of hot, salty, thick semen, which I swallowed greedily,
and a good thing too, because as it slid down my throat and into my
stomach, Uncle Gary had already pumped another mouthful in its place. One,
two, three, four, five swallows of his thick sperm, and man, he was still
going. I just kept swallowing, and he kept feeding it to me. I lost count
after my tenth gulp of cum, but it some point, he let out a satisfied sigh
and I swallowed the last of his load. Sucking hard to get the last drops
out of his cock, I quickly released him and let him zip himself back
up. Was it possible to get drunk on cum? I sure as hell felt drunk.

"How'd I taste, Sport?" he asked me with this perverted grin that let me
know he already knew he tasted good.

"Let's just put it this way, Uncle Gare. I'm making sure that there is not
one drop of your cum that is ever wasted again. The only hard part will be
figuring out whether I want it in my mouth, or in my ass."

He laughed. "There's plenty for both, baby." Exhaling again and shaking his
head, he smiled. "That was really good, Sean. I don't think I've ever
gotten a better blowjob in my life."

I smiled, pleased with the compliment. "Thanks. I think I'm addicted to
your cum."

He guffawed and revved the engine of the four-wheeler. "Well good, `cause I
make a lot of it. It's all for you now, Sport."

Uncle Gary put the four wheeler in gear and headed farther up the
mountain. "Not tired yet, are you, Sean?"

Grabbing hold of him again, I shook my head. "Hell no, Uncle Gare."

He grinned, and patted the duffel bag which was strapped to the
four-wheeler. "Good, `cause there's something else I want to show you."