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FUN WITH UNCLE TOM by CumBeggar
First off, let me be very clear about one thing: Uncle Tom was not my real uncle. He was the father of a friend and I used to spend a lot of time at their house in the school holidays. My own family home was not a happy place to be and Tom and his wife Ann had lots of room. They had a small holding and there were horses and ponies and loads of dogs and it was a great place for kids. At this point in the story, I was just about 17 and had been a fixture for a while. I had come to stay to help out with the horses while Ann took their daughter on a beach holiday. Their sons -- my contemporaries -- were on a school trip. But Uncle Tom was easy company and he would cook dinner while I watered the horses, and he'd let me have a couple of glasses of wine while we ate. He talked about sex a lot -- detailed stories of girls he had fucked every whichway, and you didn't need the brains of Einstein to realise that his marriage vows were a burden he wore very lightly! He loved to see the effect his stories had -- I would grin stupidly and writhe in embarrassment as I was forced to admit I was still a virgin. He was the first grown-up to treat me like an equal, but in those days I would have settled for kindness, which he also gave me.
I'd been hanging out in his family long enough to have seen him naked on a regular basis -- he always left the bathroom door open while he was in the bath and would often call me to pass him the towel. He was about 5' 9" tall with big, broad shoulders. He had lost a lot of hair but his face was still incredibly sensual -- large brown eyes, and thick, full lips that I often imagined crushed against mine as I wanked myself to sleep in the room next to him. His frame was stocky and muscular and covered in thick, dark hair -- it was almost like a pelt -- and his stomach was a full, proper belly. He wasn't fat, but you couldn't say he was thin, either. His arse was like two big melons stuffed down the back of his trousers. I used to fantasise about grabbing hold of it while he fucked me senseless.
And then there was his sports kit: two big, egg-sized balls propping up a hefty piece of thick sausage. He was uncut and the head was big enough to be permanently nudging its way out. Of course, at this point I'd only seen it soft, but it was nearly as big soft as my cock was hard, so I knew it was going to be impressive.
As for me, I was 17, about 5' 10" and 12 stone. I was pretty fit from riding and running and rowing, and I had a 6-1/2" erection that was getting a pretty good workout two or three times a day. Sex was all I thought about -- with girls, guys, everyone. My stepfather, however, had obviously read a book called "How to be a complete bastard" because I was allowed no social life at all. The only place I was allowed to go, apart from school, was to Uncle Tom's, and other than that I had to be at home working in the family pub/restaurant. And always behind the scenes, cleaning, clearing up, never where I might meet people and have fun. So I had no experience.
On the night this story takes place, Uncle Tom had gone to have a bath after dinner and I had gone outside to catch a horse that needed to be brought in overnight so that the summer flies would not bother him. Rummaging in the sack of carrots for something to tempt him, I pulled out the largest carrot I'd ever seen. Literally a foot long, it also had a head on it, so that it really looked like nothing more than a big orange cock. I chuckled and left it on the feedbin while I took something more modest to catch the horse, and picked it up on my way back into the house. I walked into the TV room and stood in the doorway. I was wearing my jodhpurs and a t-shirt and my black riding boots and we weren't supposed to walk on the carpet in outdoor shoes.
Uncle Tom was sprawled on the couch in his bathrobe, his legs lying across the coffee table and his robe falling open at the crutch so I could just make out the base of his balls, tumbling out of the towelling. He looked up from the TV as I stood there. Grinning like an idiot I pulled the carrot out from behind my back.
"Phallic enough for you?"
"Not bad!" he smiled. "What's your own equipment like?"
My heart was beating like a drum. "Not as impressive, I'm afraid. What about yours?"
"You've seen mine." He drawled.
"Not in battle mode, I haven't." Fuck, I couldn't believe I had said that.
Uncle Tom raised an eyebrow.
"Perhaps we should have a competition?" he suggested.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Get a kitchen knife and the olive oil from the kitchen and I'll show you."
I stumbled into the kitchen and grabbed a knife and the oil and went back into the lounge. Uncle Tom already has his bathrobe undone and was caressing his belly. His cock already looked larger.
"Now," he said slowly. "We'll take it in turns to measure our erections and mark them on the carrot. The loser has to pay a forfeit."
"Which is...?"
"Winner to decide that." He smiled, knowing full well that he would be the winner.
"Okay.", I nodded, bending down to remove my riding boots.
"No, leave them on." Uncle Tom said. "You can come in, no one will know."
I moved across to the couch and sat down next to him, placing the oil and the knife on the table beside the carrot.
"I seem to be slightly ahead of you," Uncle Tom smiled, rubbing the head of his cock. "So I'll go first."
I nodded. I would have agreed to anything at this point.
"Of course," he said, slyly, "One's erection is always bigger and harder if someone else does it for you."
I looked at him. "So you'd let me...?"
"Of course, dear boy. Work away."
Gently, I leaned across and wrapped my hand around Uncle Tom's big cock. It was heavy and thick, even though it was not yet fully erect. I squeezed it gently and he gave a slight groan. I turned and smiled at him. He smiled back and, placing his hand on the nape of my neck, pulled me to him, pushing his wide, thick tongue into my mouth. I needed no encouragement and frantically kissed him back, my hand feeling his cock expanding under its touch. Breaking off, I looked at his cock. It was massive, at least 10 inches long and my thumb and forefinger barely touched as I squeezed it.
"Fuck, it's huge!" I gasped.
"It's always at its biggest just before I cum." Uncle Tom said.
I nodded and, thrusting my tongue into his mouth once more, I carried on wanking his big, stiff fuckmeat, rubbing the palm of my hand over his helmet and then sliding my hand down its length to squeeze his balls.
"Of course," Uncle Tom drawled suggestively, "The tongue always works very well, too."
I grinned and poked out my tongue.
"Exactly! What a clever boy!"
I had never sucked a cock before but this was like putting a fish back in the sea. The moment I put that beautiful helmet in my mouth, I was home. I nursed on Uncle Tom's big cock like my life depended on it, slurping and sucking, rubbing my tongue over his piss-slit (which made him gasp), and all the while squeezing his big balls, feeling them turning in my hands, and wanking his big thick shaft. After a few minutes I felt Uncle Tom gently pushing the back of my head down deeper on to his cock and heard him groan, "I'm going to cum".
Like lightning I pulled off his cock, laughing at the astonished look on his face, and quickly held the carrot alongside his massive shaft. He was only about an inch and a half off its total length. I made a small notch with the knife and got back down to sucking him off.
"Good boy!" he murmured as I felt his helmet thrust against the back of my throat. "Oh yes, that's fucking good." I now felt his hand running down my back and into the back of my jodhpurs. I was wearing a jockstrap and so there was nothing to stop his thick finger beginning to probe my virgin hole. I writhed a bit.
"Does that hurt?" he asked, concerned.
I removed his gorgeous cock from my mouth to answer him. "No, I'm trying to give you room to get it in deeper." And put his cock back in my mouth.
He laughed. "That's my boy! No hurry though. Just enjoy it." And so I relaxed and let him play with my arse while I sucked like it was going out of fashion. Shortly, I heard him grunt and say, "Get ready, Markie. It's going to blow." Suddenly my mouth was full of his cum, it felt like fucking gallons of it. My own cock was leaking precum into my jockstrap, straining to be released from its container, while Uncle Tom's cock was twitching and jerking as still more salty cum was spunked into my mouth. I didn't have to debate about this -- I wanted all of it and I swallowed it like mother's milk. "Fuck, that was good." Uncle Tom said happily as I let his cock slip out of my mouth with a slight pop. I could not help noticing that he was still very hard. "It hasn't gone down at all." I said, slightly disappointed. He glanced down at it. "No, it won't go down until I've cum 3 or 4 times." I looked at him in amazement. "I hope you can handle it." "Too right I can!" I grinned. "Now, I think it's your turn to be measured." And with that Uncle Tom pulled off my riding boots and unclipped the front of my jodhpurs, pushing me onto my back on the couch while he wriggled my jodhpurs over my hip, patting the front of my jockstrap as he cast the jodhpurs onto the floor. My jockstrap was also soon discarded and now I found out why we needed the oil. Uncle Tom coated his index finger in olive oil and as he took my cock into his mouth he slipped his thick digit into my tight arse. Fuck! I nearly exploded. Something in my arse was begging for more and instinctively I began to thrust my hips onto his hand. "I can tell you are going to be a really dirty fuck." Uncle Tom leered, pulling off my cock. "Now, let's measure you." Holding the carrot against my cock, Uncle Tom. Although I was harder than I had ever been it was at least three inches below his own notch. Uncle Tom either did not care or had not noticed. He got straight back down to business, one finger in my arse, shortly to be joined by another, while his thick tongue massaged my cock in his mouth and his spare hand massaged my chest, tweaking my nipples. Occasionally he would break off and thrust his fat tongue down my throat, thrusting his fingers deeper and deeper into my arse. "Oh please, fuck me!" I begged as he broke off from kissing me. A big grin spread over his face. "I thought you'd never ask!" he smiled. Kneeling up in between my legs Uncle Tom slipped off his bathrobe and pushed it underneath us, to keep the oil off the couch, and then began to anoint his big cock with olive oil. I was moaning by this stage, rubbing my cock and being as filthy as I knew how to be. "Keep calm," he grinned. "Help is on its way." And with that he raised my knees up to my chest and placed his big cockhead against my arse. "Now," he instructed, "When I push in, I want you to push out and at the same time, splay your legs to that they go around me." I did exactly as Uncle Tom told me and felt a surge of pain as his cockhead pushed into me. Then I felt this amazing sensation as the heat of his cock filled me as inch after inch of glorious fuckmeat filled my virgin ass. Ten seconds later, Uncle Tom looked down at me and smiled. My legs were wrapped around his waist and I could feel my cock throbbing with the pressure of his torso rubbing against it. "How are you doing, Markie?" Uncle Tom asked. "Amazing." I gasped. "Just amazing." "Yes, pretty good, isn't it. I got fucked myself the first time when I was your age. Rugby master at school gave me a damn good fucking in the showers. Couldn't believe how much I loved it." Uncle Tom leant over and began to kiss me again, his big tongue filling my mouth more slowly now, as he began to fuck me, nice and gently. As he began to withdraw his cock from my arse my legs clenched tightly around him, not wanting him to take it out. But then he pushed back and suddenly, boom, it was as though someone had taken me out with a blow to the back of the head. I was gabbling and throwing my head from side to side as I came, spunk gushing out of my jerking cock, covering Uncle Tom and me in cock-yoghourt and making my arse clench tightly on his fuckstick. "There now, that's better isn't it?" Uncle Tom said. "Oh my God!" I gasped. "Don't stop, please don't stop." "No intention of it, dear boy." Uncle Tom said lustily. "But it's time we picked up the pace, I think." And with that he began to fuck me in earnest, his strokes getting faster and harder. For that first fuck Uncle Tom left me on my back, skewering me on his cock until I had cum three times. He came twice more, once filling my arse with copious amounts of his lovely cum and finally pulling out of my arse to spray my already-cum-covered belly in gobs of his finest double cream. As a piece de resistance he then coated his cock in our combined cum and fed it to me, drop by drop.
I slept in Uncle Tom's bed that night, falling straight into a deep slumber. During the night I awoke and found myself automatically reaching between his legs and, having found his cock, wrapped my lips around it until he had sprayed me with cum once more. In the morning I awoke to find his arm wrapped around me and his engorged cock nestling in the crack of my butt. Pretty soon he was fucking me from behind, pushing his lengthy meat deep into my arse and pumping me full of his spunk.
I never stopped having sex with Uncle Tom after that. We did it wherever we could. When I went to university he would come and stay in a nearby hotel on a business trip, and I would spend the weekend getting fucked rigid. On another occasion, he thoughtfully arranged a threesome with an army friend of his, a colonel, who had been fucking squaddies for years. Similarly endowed with 10" of thick fuckmeat, the colonel buggered me while I sucked Uncle Tom's cock deep into my throat. Even better, when they had done, they watched as the colonel's driver -- a good-looking black boy with an epic cock of steel between his legs -- rimmed my arse for a good twenty minutes before spearing me with his cock and fucking me into oblivion.
On another occasion we went to Paris where Uncle Tom hired a hooker to have sex with us. I 69'd with her while Uncle Tom fucked her in the doggy position. I sucked his big balls and licked his shaft while he skewered her on his big cock, and when he came I sucked it out of her. Finally, as I fucked her, he pushed his lovely cock into my arse and sprayed my insides with his salty cream.