I’ve dated girls, however I always admired men, but never pursued anything because of the unusual type of guys I would fantasize about. I would also wonder about certain guys, like a few teachers I thought were charming, and my uncle Joey, who was so nice to all of us kids. He was married a few times, but never had kids of his own. When I was in middle school, he married my aunt, and my family accepted him as part of us, even though my big conservative family is hard to love.
It’s my first family reunion since I turned eighteen, and I noticed uncle Joe sit down across from me. He never looked at me like this before, so I kept exchanging looks. I would look at his crotch, and he would look at mine. I saw what looked like a lump in his pants, but I wasn’t for sure what was going on. Then he gestured slightly, and got up from his seat, looking back at me for a moment. I followed him upstairs to the bathroom and he asked me if I also needed to take a leak. I honestly didn’t really really need to pee, but before I could say anything, he put his hand on my left shoulder and said that I could join him. I followed him the bathroom in and he quickly locked the door. I could hear the loud clatter of lots of family downstairs as I saw Joe unzip his fly to reveal a short, but think cock, and it was fully hard! He smiled and said, “oops, looks like it’s going to be tricky to piss right now, why don’t you go first?”
I stood next to him and revealed my half erect dick. He chuckled and joked, “you mean yours does that too?”
It quickly got more hard and then he gently stroked it with his finger. He said he wished he had a shaft like mine, and remembers when he was young and playing around at the ranch, speaking in a quiet, but deep voice, almost a whisper. He pulled down my pants, then his, while he closed the toilet seat, sat down and began to suck me. He made more adoring comments, then really went to town on me. I almost came and quickly pulled away but he reassured me, “it’s ok buddy”. Without my dick being touched, it began to pulse uncontrollably while Joe suddenly lunged at me, and sucked and swallowed the rest of my load.
I collapsed on the floor in shock, then smiled at him, while I put my head between his legs. Joe scooted forward, and his cock slid deeper in my mouth, as I realized it was longer then I thought it was. I managed to get the head down my throat a bit, and he gasped, breathing heavily through his mouth. As I sucked more, he changed to tense nose breathing, and sounded like he was even snoring at one point.
Then, suddenly, a knock at the door asking who’s in there. Joe answered in a very convincing pretend voice just before I took a break getting my face fucked. The lady was asking for me, and Joe quickly responded, “I can’t really say where he is, if I were you, I would check his car”. We could hear the lady go back down the stairs when Joe whispered, “we really should stop this”. I ignored him and went back to work on him, his dick still just as hard, and pointing slightly up. His nasally breathing escalated and I looked up suddenly to see his face, noticing his mouth opening wide, his eyes clenched shut and completely silent for a few seconds. He then uncontrollably began to snort like a fat old hog, shooting a stream of cum that landed all over my face, he looked down, and it seemed like he was going to chuckle but he grunted, and shot a few more little pulses of his semen that landed on the tile floor. He looked up, out of breath, then pulled on my arms up, gesturing to stand and then pulling my pants up over my cock that was still dripping with some cum.
"Well buddy, would you look at that… What a little mess I made… Hey boy, you better wash up quick." Then he got some toilet paper, bent over and mopped up the little spill on the floor, telling me I’d better go. He looked away, then I gently snuck out, hearing the door lock behind me. I stood there for a moment and tried to listen. I could hear Joe still panting like a dog for a bit, then calming down as I could hear him piss in the toilet. I heard him sigh, then flush the toilet and I quickly disappeared down the stairs. I later noticed him in the kitchen getting a glass of water and chatting kindly to the ladies. I peeked through the door and he didn’t even notice me, as if nothing ever happened.
I didn’t hear from Joe, or even hear anything about him until I ran into him at thanksgiving later that year. Other relatives were all around us and I approached him and he smiled and pretended like he didn’t know me well, as if he took a long time to remember my name. He then said that he gets me mixed up with my cousin Brandon, who the three of us went on a few fishing trips when I was in early high school.
Dinner wasn’t for a few hours and he told my parents that him and I were going to go for a walk to catch up a bit. I followed him to his car where he bent over, fishing around a messy pile on the back seat. He emerged with a few plastic bottles of warm Coke, and a little white paper bag. I then followed him down the street for a bit and then down a wooded trail. For about twenty minutes, we walked through a narrow path through bare trees and shrubs, while he grunted about his recent divorce, alimony, and his weight problem. He complained about how he hated his ex mother in law calling him Joey, and how shallow the family is. He never brought up about our bathroom sex. In fact, he never even asked me about my first few months in college, but he did seem nervous, and he also seemed out of breath. I asked him if he was ok, and if he needed to find a place to catch his breath, but he just kept clomping fast down the trail, his breathing becoming more and more heavy. He rarely looked at me, but was scanning the woods nervously.
Suddenly he stopped, and without saying a word, brushes by me the other way, then darting into a secluded area, he stands in the middle of a small clearing, surrounded by bushes. Facing the other direction, he unzips his fly, and tries to urinate. I slowly got closer to try to take a look. Last time I saw his cock, I never did get to see him piss, which I was curious about. Just as I got close enough, I saw an awkward stream of pee hit the ground. I joined him, and began to piss a few feet away next to him. He was still breathing heavily, and sighed in relief while he peeked over at me. By then, his dick was getting almost too stiff to keep pissing, and he was squirting pee like it was cum. I couldn’t keep pissing either, and I noticed we were both rock hard.
Joe got even more nervous, looked around, and still, without saying a word, he removed his shoes and socks, nearly falling over. I caught his fall and he grabbed my ass. Moaning quietly, he tried to pull my pants down. Still buttoned, he failed at it, and I gladly undressed myself as he hastily dropped his trousers. I saw his dick boing like a spring as his pants, and tighty-whities fell to the leaf covered ground. Then he bent over, fishing for his little paper bag which he soon found. I was completely undressed by now and Joe was still breathing like he was running a marathon. He revealed a tiny bottle and opening it, squeezed some clear thick liquid out, covering his penis.
Coming closer to me, his eyes looked different, his mouth open, and he placed the little bottle in his jersey which was tight against his sweaty, husky chest. He wiped one hand on his thigh, then took me by the hips, turning me around forcefully. I automatically bent over, but hesitated for a moment. I had a million thoughts race through my mind. I knew what he wanted, and wondered if I was ready for this. I also wondered if he was clean or not, then I had to remember that he was not the type to put any family in danger. Just as I thought that, I felt his thick dick get shoved up my hole. He didn’t even wait for me to loosen up. Just inserted, and went at it, like a dog. I yelled out in surprise, and he hushed me with several SHHH, SHHH, SHHH, sounds. Pounding my ass, I could feel his belly in his shirt rubbing up against my lower back. He had both hands tightly around my hips ask he kept pounding, and pounding. He started his crazy fucking with a long sigh of relief, like he’s instantly having an orgasm, but he was not close to cumming quite yet.
Now his breathing sounded more like a wild animal, and I looked back at him while my hands were on the pile of leaves in front of me. He stood there, pumping, and pumping harder, which made him take little steps forward at times, me, following him closer to a tree in front of us. “Grab that tree”, he grunted, and I did, hunched over again. He placed more lube on his cock, then marched a few steps toward me, his stiff dick wobbling and dripping slightly. Again he grabbed my hips, held the base of his cock and stabbed it in again, pushing even faster this time. He started moaning in pleasure, then moaning to his own rhythm. I clenched my muscles and my ass got tighter as he whispered, “that’s a good boy”. Then he stopped, while he was deep inside me. I looked back, and he awkwardly took off his tight, stretchy collared shirt, wiping the sweat off his brow with it, and dropping it next to him - the bottle of lube falling right next to it.
Then, I could feel his huge round fuzzy bare belly. He rubbed it with both hands, then up to his chest where I caught a glimpse of his brown and white patch of fur on his bulky chest. His cock was in me this whole time, and moved slightly during all of this, each time, making him react. Then, he pumped a few times very slowly, while he was holding onto a tree branch in front of him. He then would pound quickly, holding his dick in for a second, then repeating several times, shaking what ever leaves were remaining from the tree, landing on my back. “Ah!” He would exclaim at each thrust, until he seemed too tired to go on. I thought he shot his load in me, but I saw his dick and it seemed as if he wasn’t done yet.
Joe smiled, raised his eyebrows, and pushed my knees to the ground as he fell into a kneeling position as well. He scooted closer through the rustling of dead leaves, spit in his hand, moistened his dick, and entered me again! This time, he was rubbing his hands all over my back and putting some of his immense weight on me. His voice got very strange, like he was loosing control, and groaning to the beat of his pounding. It got so rough that my head was hitting the ground, but I liked it. It was as if he was somewhere else. Then suddenly, everything stopped. He got dead silent and held his breath for a few seconds. Then I felt his dick, still and motionless in me, pulse a few times followed by loud grunts as he thrusted the rest of his cum in my ass. He stayed in me for a moment, then fucked a little longer finally falling backward and collapsing on the ground.
Catching his breath, I sat next to him and for a while it was like I wasn’t there. Then he took my hand, and held it quietly. His breathing was finally back to normal, and I could see his fat, hairy belly go up and down with each slow deep breath. Just as I started listening to the birds and enjoying the moment, he blurted out in a charming voice, “so, how’s your first year of college?”
"It’s ok I guess", I responded, in a confused tone, considering what had just happened. He made small talk for a while, commented on the nice weather for that time of year, then let go of my hand, sitting up. I chucked as I picked off leaves stuck to his back. He told me to stand up, then face him. Then he started playing with my precum, with a big smile on his face that made his salt and pepper mustache change shape, eyebrows up, and his eyes squint. He then began to lick it off, as I slowly got a hard-on. He went so slow and gentle, I wondered if it was the same animal that mounted me earlier. He gradually worked up to more of a pace, and I was rock solid by that point. Then I started thrusting, and he seemed to enjoy that. He stuck a finger in my butt, then two. I moaned like I was going to cum and he backed off.
I looked, and his cum from my ass was in between his two fingers and I felt some dripping down my leg. He flicked it off, reached over to where his pants were, and grabbed a few napkins or something to clean it off. I went searching for the lost bottle of lube and when he saw me bent over he finally began to talk about sex. “Yeah buddy! Show me that sweet little ass of yours. That’s all I thought about since I last laid eyes on you. In fact, since you started shaving and stuff a few years ago, I saw what a man you were becoming and couldn’t wait until you were of age. I hope you didn’t mind all that fucking around just now. I assumed you would run away. But, you know I’m clean. In fact, guys never fuck me. Once in boot camp was enough, and I hate it. But, I thought of mounting YOU, for a long time. Especially on that second fishing trip. That’s why I wore shades, I was staring at you like I was at the house last time we fooled around. Gosh kid, just like being back on the ranch… Man, I haven’t had a good fuck since the old lady kicked me out. But then again, those weren’t good fucks anyway!…”
He went on non stop about sex, and how he can beat off five times in one day - sometimes he gets so horny, even after fifty. I couldn’t hardly get a word in, and I wanted to talk about my new buddy in school, and how we suck each other a lot, but it was nothing like this. I’ve always wanted a big old bear like uncle Joey. I always wanted my virgin ass humped by someone special, not some little college kid like me.
I could tell he was getting nervous again, so I put my dick in his face, and he gave me that look like he does. He sucked, and sucked, as he rubbed my hairy legs up and down. I felt shivers all over my body. I looked up at the treetops and noticed a cool breeze. About that time, without warning, I suddenly ejaculated and he deep throated me as the semen went down, me trying to pull away. He grabbed my butt and kept me close as he swallowed every drop. He wouldn’t let me go, but with his tongue, massaged my still erect shaft. The whole time he kept humming expressively like we was trying to talk.
Joe finally let go, and I sat down facing him on his lap as he looked surprised. He laughed and asked me in a deep voice what I wanted for Christmas. I happened to be holding the little bottle that I found under his shirt, and squirting a generous amount into my hand, I reached under and applied it to his penis. Joe, now with his back on the ground again, smiled in relief and stretched his arms as I stroked his cock. When it got hard, I sat on it, and Joe looked even more surprised. Then I stroked my cock as his was up my hole again. Moving back and forth, the rhythm of getting fucked matched me fucking my hand. He moved his head back and forth, his arms flat on the ground like a dead man. With each thrust, I noticed his tummy shift back and forth along with his wide, fuzzy chest. I stared at his cute double chin, then his husky body, then back to his face which looked like he was seeing an angel.
He then reached over to hold my hands as he pulled me back and forth over his hard dick. It was further up inside me then it was ever before, and the feeling excited me so much. We both moaned in rhythm, as we kept fucking, and my dick was pointing up, hitting that sexy round belly of his. I reached to grab the lube but Joe took it from me, his tongue sticking slightly out of the side of his mouth. He then squirted the rest of it all over my crotch and started beating me off much faster than I was. We were locking eyes, and now he looked very intense. Then, he started thrusting with my rhythm, but faster. We fucked faster and faster and Joe worked harder on me, now clenching his teeth. With his other hand he grabbed my side, and was pinching me quite hard. He growled between his teeth, blowing some drool on his lips. Then I felt like I was going to cum and when Joe felt my warm semen fall on his belly, he collapsed and yelled uncontrollably, also cumming right after me!
He sweetly told me to stay where I was and looked at me. I waited for a while and could feel his cock slowly soften, but it still felt amazing inside of me. We were a slimy mess, and covered in sweat. He asked me what just happened. I told him I didn’t know. As I tried to get off of his huge furry body, he pulled me forward and I fell on him. Joe then grabbed my head and kissed me furiously all over my face. We rolled to our sides, covered in leaves and dirt, as he kissed, licked, and sucked my neck and face. That ended soon when his watch beeped and we realized that they were just getting seated to start dinner. After quickly brushing off and getting dressed, we made for the house, joking about what kind of story we could tell everyone to explain why we were late and looking sweaty.
Since Joe was no longer a part of my extended family, and I got transferred to another school, he stopped going to family functions, and I rarely visited home; I never saw him again. I hope he found a boy like me to love and since then, I’ve always wanted a chubby daddy of my own.
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