Uncle Tom's Cabin

Dear reader, this is a continuation of Chapter One of 'Uncle Tom's Cabin'. If you have any request or comments, I will try my best to respond. I hope you like Chapters Two and Three.....

UNCLE TOM'S CABIN

[Chapter One.....continued......]

"You ever try doing it with someone else?", I managed to ask him, trying to sound normal--trying not to look his way.

His silence this time made my heart pound.

"We could if you want to," I heard him say back. "I'm sure no expert, though." He took a swig of beer. "I'm about as shy as you are, truth be told."

We sat silent for a while.

"Do I really make you--um--make you feel horny?", I asked, looking at his chest and arms. I couldn't believe a guy like Tom would be as shy as me about sex! Wow. It made me feel kinda bold all of a sudden.

He didn't look at me staring at his huge hairy pecs. He just crossed his ankles on top of the railing. It mounded-up his jeans.

I looked at the woods, the way he did.

"Yeah, you do," he said. "I never looked that good when I was eighteen," he said. "I don't know how you put on all that muscle."

Uncle Tom still looked out at the trees, as if he wasn't really checking me out, but I knew he was.

"I want to take off my jeans," I heard myself say. "Is that okay?"

In reply Tom just reached down and undid his belt buckle. Then I heard him pull down his zipper.

We both struggled to stay seated while shoving our jeans over our thighs. And when our bare feet connected with the railing, we were wearing only white Calvins. My cock was so hard it nearly ripped a hole through the pouch. I wanted to adjust it, but felt too self-conscious.

Only then did I glance his way. The hair on his thighs was so dark, and his skin so tanned, the mound of his pouch looked whiter than ever, trying like hell to hold all he had inside it. I could see the shape of his giant cockhead pressing out the cotton.

"You've got a big cock," Tom said, swigging his beer.

"God--so's YOURS," I answered, glad he was looking at me the way I was at him.

"Mine feels like a fencepost seeing yours," he said, not actually looking at me.

I reached down then to try and shift mine. All the nerves up my shaft sent little shocks through me. I pushed it to make it lie sideways, which nearly poked it out out the side.

My balls swelled up.

"Mine almost hurts it's so horny," I said.

"Maybe we should just take these off, too," Tom said, not making a move to do so.

"It's good we're so far from the road," I laughed, my voice all breathy. I couldn't believe Uncle Tom was willing to be naked with me--and on the front porch!

Chapter Two

We sipped our beers awhile, and then as if by some silent agreement, we both reached down at the same time to skin off our Calvins.

When I saw the familiar size and thrust of my big pink-headed dong, I felt blood once again flush my cheeks. No one on earth--let alone Uncle Tom--had ever seen me naked with a huge hardon before!

Neither one of us looked at each other as we put our bare feet back up on the railing. But there we were naked, sitting in our chairs, beers in hand, on our front porch.

"That's one hell of a beautiful cock you've got," Tom said after a while.

"Oh man," I kind of shuddered, hearing his low-spoken compliment. "Thanks," I whispered, looking at how my dick kind of throbbed all by itself at Tom's words.

Only then did I dare look over.

"Holy crow," I breathed.

His was a good nine or ten inches! The shaft looked too big around to even grab in one hand. There was one big vein bulging up it, til the deep lip of the satiny head blossomed out. The whole throbbing thing curved in an arc, making the giant head poke into Uncle Tom's wide belly button. A forest of deep black hair puffed from his crotch.

He crossed his ankles on the railing, making his sack of hairy balls jiggle upwards to nestle between his gigantic thighs.

Shaken with a surge of horny thrills, I fell back against my chair and tried to breathe deeply. I felt sort of dizzy, dazed by what I'd just stared at.

"That can't be real," I finally said, looking at the trees but seeing only his naked cock and balls.

"I guess it's not your cup of tea," Tom said, matter-of-factly.

I quickly looked back at it, then up into his dark eyes. "Oh no," I said. "It's the most--well--the most horny thing I've ever seen!" I sputtered. "It's like it's too good to be true or something!"

Tom glanced down at the head of his whopper. It swelled to hear my words. It was maroon and smooth as marble and had a fat helmet shape. Below the head, it was dark and rich-skinned and mysterious and muscular.

"I want you to like it," he admitted. "Mine sure likes yours."

I stared at his hot cock, at the black hair piled around it. "It's a real MAN'S cock--and what giant balls!", I said, staring more.

"Lemme see yours," Tom said, looking over.

I dug my hand down between my downy thighs and hefted up my low-slung bag. I then crossed my ankles like Tom and let them plop onto the vee my thighs made. There's soft downy hair coating my balls. It's light brown--lighter than the hair on my curly head.

There's also a surprising triangle of thick brown cury hair around my cock--surprising, because otherwise I have no hair anywhere else, except in my armpits.

My balls felt all tingly and excited. They made my cock jump, and thrills went up and down my legs.

"You've got beautiful balls, Billy," Tom said. He brought his hand down and began slowly jacking his stiff cock. I watched the soft skin slide up it--saw how even Tom's large hand couldn't seem to completely handle its hugeness.

He seemed to settle back in his porch chair, his fist lazily stroking, his eyes glancing at my on-display pink-headed cock and downy balls. He used his other hand to find his beer, and then drank from it. He looked out at the quiet woods as a breeze ruffled into our cockbushes and teased our nipples.

Seeing this, I settled back myself--swallowed some beer--and also began quietly massaging my turned-on cock.

It felt super.

I felt a rush of happiness take hold of my heart--and I never felt so good in my life.

"This is so great," I sighed, sipping my beer, glancing over at Uncle Tom's giant, super-alive dick. I watched his soft balls give away skin as he slowly jacked his super-curved, ten-inch erection.

"I never thought we'd be doing this together," Uncle Tom said after a while. "It's not why I asked you to live with me."

"I know that," I smiled, staring at his cockhead--at how perfect it was. "But it's neat, huh?--Isn't it, Uncle Tom"?

He didn't say anything at all for a long time.

"People need people, I guess," he said very softly, mostly to himself.

"I don't ever want to do this alone anymore," I said, as though deciding something real important. "I couldn't. It would be way too lonely after this."

He kept up his slow-fisting, watching me do the same. "Billy?", he asked out after a bit.

"Yeah?"

"Want to slide your chair over a little?"

"Yeah," I said softly, my heart racing even more. I didn't, though. I didn't want to ruin the sexy pace of everything.

We sipped our Millers and looked out at how dazzling bright the sun looked, compared with the cool, shadowy porch. Slowly I shifted my heavy chair sideways until I felt our two thighs connect.

His was hot and hairy and sent electric shocks to my balls. I never ever thought I'd ever feel Uncle Tom's naked body touching mine. Never.

I felt him sort of rub my thigh with his a little bit, adding to the thrills.

"Your skin's so smooth," he said.

"Your hair makes me real horny," I whispered. "I wish I had a hairy chest and legs like yours."

Tom stopped rubbing my thigh and tilted his beer up. I just stared at how close-up his cock and balls now were. I could see everything he had without having to turn my head. His bicep brushed my shoulder. It was huge and smooth and warm.

"I'm glad you don't have hair," he said, looking down at my legs. "It feels sexy." He rubbed his thigh on mine again. "You've got a great body, Billy."

My cock swelled in my fist and little sparks went into my balls. I stopped pumping it, the thrill too much to handle.

"It's nothing like yours," I whispered. "Yours makes me so horny--all of it. Damn!"

Uncle Tom relaxed into his chair again. The noisy crows returned in a black rush, tumbling and fighting all over the lawn. It was like we were watching a play, except we were bareassed naked. Tom had stopped massaging his cock, too. Both our dickholes were big 'O's. The heads were so dark and shiny, they looked ready to pop.

"I hope this isn't just the beer talking," Tom said. "Maybe you'll wake up regretting this tomorrow."

The crows chased each other into the trees and bounced around from branch-to-branch, trading insults.

"I don't want to sleep alone tonight," I said, surprised by my own words. "I want to stay naked beside you."

I felt Tom's body stiffen a little, his thigh flexing against mine. when I looked down, I saw a pearl of clear juice in the 'O' of his cockhead. I looked up at him and Uncle Tom's eyes were closed.

"Maybe I shouldn't have said that," I felt my heart pound in my chest.

Tom opened his eyes and I quickly looked out to watch the crows jump about.

I felt scared inside, like I'd gone too far or something.

"I'd like that, too," he finally said. "I'd like it alot."

A grin broke over my relieved face.

I swigged my beer and punched his thigh with my fist. It was solid and made a loud smack.

"Awwwh, cool," I said. "Thanks, Uncle Tom." I left my hand there, ruffling my knuckles against the hair on his leg.

I felt him shift his body a bit, and I lifted my hand away.

"Guess what?", he smiled, shrugging a little. "I have to pee."

"Me, too," I smiled back. "--only it feels like I won't be able to, or something."

He brought his feet down to the porch, and so did I.

"That's because we're so close to the brink, our dicks can't figure out what to unload first," he said.

I looked at his six-foot-two physique, feeling the heat from his muscles, his giant hardon kissing up against his rippled abs.

I also looked at his beefy chest. His nipples were poking from the hairy forest.

"You can use it first," I said, stepping aside. "I can wait."

"Hell," Tom said, moving to the railing. "Let's just pee off the old porch."

His huge cock thrust upward in such an arched curve, its head literally bounced and slapped against his abs. He watched my own pink piledriver proudly shoot straight up from my curly nest of light brown curls. My balls swung against my thighs.

For a few seconds our rods just bobbed at one another, as if they were showing off--as if they were independently sizing one another up--as if they were eyeing the merchandise.

I felt carved out of cock. They twitched and lurched around like they wanted to wrestle.

"Ohhh, fuck," I heard myself utter. "This is so horny, man! It's just so friggin' horny!"

Tom laughed a bit, his eyes fixed on my big throbber. "Stop---or we'll never be able to piss."

I stared at his dick--then back at mine. "We piss now, and I'll spray my face," I grinned. "You'll pee right into your belly button!"

"At least your stands up straight", Tom said, nodding at my eight-incher.

"I like how yours curves like that," I said back. "It's so damn hot-looking---like it's super, super-hard."

Tom crouched a little to anchor his thighs against the log railing, with me standing beside him. I copied him in pressing down the base of my erection, making my cock angle out towards the woods. I knew better than to say anything, because it took all my concentration to force my dick to pee.

Godamn!

Just watching his mighty rod buck around in the air made me want to groan and jizz all over the place. Tom's cockbush is so thick, his fingers were buried knuckle-deep in the black curls.

Mine's real thick, too. I'm damn proud of my soft wad, 'cause without it, I'd really feel like a boy. Tom's huge hairy chest and legs make him such a man--and the way a curl of his hair always falls over his tanned forehead makes him look like an unshaven Adonis or something.

We both kind of flexed our abs and grunted. And then a familiar ache came into my balls. I felt my knees give way--and then I moaned. A gush of yellow arched out from both our hard cocks at once, splatting on the grass and leaves!

With huge relief we both gasped and, and then I laughed as we used our hips to aim our dicks so that our streams criss-crossed in the air. It was so damn male, and made Uncle Tom seem like a big kid. It was like he was my older brother or something.

Our hips snapped forward to coax more piss out, until he and I were bouncing our hardons against the railing to shake off the last drops.

I watched Uncle Tom's giant balls lengthen even more, slapping his hairy thighs.

It was awesome.

Shit!

And when he turned to sit down, I got a view of his beautiful, round, muscluar ass! There were whisps of dark hair riding up the tight crease and I wanted like hell to reach out and have it. I never knew a guy's ass would make me feel horny too.

"I almost couldn't pee," I said as we put out feet back up on the railing.

Tom took a new swig of beer.

"You've got a great butt," Tom said.

"You mean it? Thanks!", I smiled happily. "I saw yours, too. I just want to play with it. It makes me soooo horny!"

Tom looked down at his cock. I looked over at it, too. Having peed, our cocks weren't all the way hard anymore. His balls looked real large and male and hairy. I mean, they're just so damn huge!

"You can play with anything you want to," Tom said then. "You can play with my cock."

My dick suddenly swelled-up in heat--it just headed for the skies. I've never sprung a rod so fast in my whole life.

"Jesus", I whispered.

"We could jack each others'," he said. "--try a new one on for size."

"Oh, Jesus," I whispered again, my eyes travelling over his hairy-chested physique.

"Do you want to play with my hard cock?", Tom asked, his voice deep and quiet.

"Yeah," I whispered.

"I want to play with yours, too," he said. "And we could feel up each other's chest."

"Y-Yeah, sure,", I said, unable to move. It was like I COULDN'T move, even though I wanted to more than anything on earth!

But Uncle Tom didn't move any, either, except to keep sipping his beer.

By now the October sun was beginning to cast deep shadows from the firs and pines on the leafy ground. I was getting so excited, my hands shook when I tried to swallow some beer.

"You probably think I've done stuff like this alot", Tom said, looking at the front yard.

He'd stopping rubbing thighs with me. And since pissing together, we weren't fisting our dicks anymore, either.

"Um, no, I don't", I answered. I glanced over at his unshaven face. That curl of hair was lying on his forehead, and his cheekbones made his face look tough as hell. But those eyes eyes of his are as dark and soft as a deer's.

"But, um, HAVE you done stuff like this alot, Uncle Tom?"

He smiled a bit. Our fourth beer was nearly empty, and we both slung our bottles way back to finish it up. I really felt like having a fifth, 'cause strangely, I didn't feel drunk--just damn excited, and light in the head.

"Around here, you either do stuff with chicks, or you do nothing at all," Uncle Tom said.

He sat forward and spat out into the yard. "I'd rather do nothing at all."

I couldn't help it, and laughed like a maniac. My nervous excitement turned his comment into a huge joke all of a sudden.

All my attempts with girls have been a friggin' disaster. So to have a six-foot-two, body-builder-hairy-chested woodsman jock like Uncle Tom say that stuff made me feel a great big sense of relief!

Tom raised his empty bottle of Miller. It made his triceps stand out when he turned it. I looked at the thick gush of hair in his pits.

"Well, you aren't turning mean yet--so maybe we should go for number five," he said.

"You want me to get them?", I looked at his football-sized bicep, a smile plastered on my face.

"Just hand over those empties," he said, towering over me, taking a bottle from my excited hands. "It looks tacky as hell with these all over the place."

When he nearly dropped it, his cock tossed upwards and thudded against his swaying nuts. It was half-soft---a thick, skin-blessed all-beef salami with a huge giant mushroom head on it. Uncle Tom's curly-thick pubic bush piled in a triangle in his flat vee. His lemon-shaped balls hung lower than his dick. I was staring so much, I was handing up the bottles in slow motion.

He didn't laugh or anything, but his cock started to make little, pulsing jerks the more I stared. The head swelled, and the tube got way thicker as it lengthened. My own began crying for help between my legs. I kept looking at how hairy and male his naked vee was, still not believing I was able to do it---that Uncle Tom was letting me stare.

His biceps and forearms full of clinking empties, I watched his bowling ball ass dimple as he used his big toe to pry open the screen door. On another guy his ass might have been big. But Uncle Tom's narrow waist wedged-up to shoulders so broad and muscular, his ass looked almost small. It was meaty and round and a little paler than the rest of his body.

Hell.

Uncle Tom was the man I wanted to be.

Chapter Three

Left there by myself, I looked down at my syrup-dripping hardon. I liked my big cock. It was more pink than Uncle Tom's. It looked new. It looked like a cock would fresh out of the box. The head glowed a dark shiny maroon. With Uncle Tom gone I felt a little silly sitting there on our front porch staring at my naked hard cock. It began shrinking a bit, as if it only wanted Uncle Tom around. And I knew then that from now on my whole life would be different.

In the space of one afternoon over beers, I'd gone from a kid with an embarrassing habit of getting boners when I didn't want them. to being appreciated--admired, even. I felt up my big pecs, happy they were so smooth and wide-nippled. I felt each mound of my biceps, no longer caring that they weren't as big as Uncle Tom's.

He liked my built body the way it was.

That thought pumped new blood into my dick. Suddenly I was glad my legs had only peach fuzz on them. I looked down into the sexy pile of my cockbush, glad I had so much going on between my legs. He liked my muscles--my cock and balls--my man's tits--my smooth body.

No, I didn't feel like a shy boy anymore. And suddenly the thought of Uncle Tom wanting me to share his bed with him filled me with heart-pounding pride and pleasure. My cock totally filled in one, pulsing second. Little sparks rose into my balls as the head of my dick blossomed into a preening helmet.

It felt fuckin' terrific.

The screen door slammed and I looked over to see Uncle Tom sporting a brand-new, roaring erection. It tocked side-to-side, the head brushing his abs as he brought me my beer. His giant bag made love to his thighs while I let out my breath in a long admiring stream.

Neither of us said a word about how turned-on we both looked. We didn't have to anymore because we knew damn well why. Uncle Tom made me horny and I obviously made him horny too. He sat back down right beside me, and when he raised his feet back to the railing, he let his thigh rub its hair against my smooth leg.

"You don't seem drunk," he said as we clinked bottles. "How do you feel?"

I swallowed my first sip. "I feel horny," I laughed, loving my new word.

Tom took a swig. "That's good--because so do I."

My glow of happiness changed again to a thrill of nervousness as I suddenly realised that Uncle Tom wasn't going to just reach out and grab my big cock.

It dawned on me that being my 'uncle', he just wasn't gonna make the first move!

I shook my head slowly. All this time spent talking about it was because of that!

I decided then, that if I did--if I did go ahead and feel him up, he'd maybe do the same to me.

At first, this thought knotted me all up inside. But then I relaxed some, knowing it would happen one way or another if I just took a deep breath and let it. By now the shadows on the ground were much longer, the air chillier, the sun more mellow.

Our cocks throbbed-- glowing in the golden light--the hair at their bases piled in a masculine wreath around our shafts. Uncle Tom looked so hot---so damn sexy--nude and hard-cocked! His silence made his cock speak for him. It curved, skintight, and it jerked whenever I looked at it.

Slowly I inched my right hand over to first brush the hair on his thigh, then let my hand kind of rest on top of it. Uncle Tom's cock lurched upwards, the head swelling to a full-bodied crown. His thigh felt hot to my touch, the hair soft, sexy.

Uncle Tom didn't let my first contact become shaky and nervous. His left hand came over to rest right on top of my own. His fingers rubbed my knuckles gently, making my fingers begin feeling into his thigh more.

We both took a swallow of beer, as though nothing were really going on.

My pulse drummed in my ears and rhythmically made my cock tap my flat belly.

Uncle Tom used his hand to move my fingers further across his hairy thigh. Just sliding down across that thigh--feeling the hair grow thicker, the warmth of it hotter--made my balls bunch-up.

Our biceps were brushing--his huge against mine, like warm granite. My nipples suddenly rose up into cones. And Uncle Tom's abs were flexing and relaxing as my fingers slid further down his inner thigh.

And then my baby finger felt the warm loose skin of his ballbag. His balls suddenly gathered-up into a huge mound, the hairs standing on end. All I could hear was our breathing. My cock was twitching about as I felt my baby finger begin rubbing his bloated sack of maleness.

Once again, Uncle Tom brought the bottle up to his lips, his hand on mine letting me know it was okay to touch his soft balls. My hand shifted further. I felt my fingers begin tickling the whole, fat pouch--my palm hotly resting over nothing but big, luscious jewels. My dick grew so tight I had to squeeze my thighs together at the feeling.

Uncle Tom's hand on top of mine pressed down, until my fingers were so full of balls, they just began squeezing them like ripe tomatoes. My own balls gathered in a heap, feeling neglected and alone.

I watched as Uncle Tom's hand left mine and crossed over my arm.

I shifted my body sideways to give him room, then moaned to feel his hand finger my hot bag. He was staring at his gentle fingers playing with my fuzzy sack. I stared at his huge, soft nuts in my hand, then dared to feel the base of his enormous cock with my finger. It lurched around, then a new pearl of clear honey bubbled from the open cocklips.

Uncle Tom set his beer on the porch floor, so I did, too. I tried not to move much, afraid he'd think I was turning shy. My other hand gathered all his balls into a fleshy pile to feel their silky weight. But they were so full and heavy, the slippery, sexy rocks draped over my palm. Feeling the hairy bag made me feel weak, it was so thrilling. I felt him cup my nuts and jiggle them around.

"It's hot, huh?", Tom said.

When I looked into his face, his green eyes were glowing as he watched his hand fool my balls around.

"Awwwh, man--your balls are SO hot", I whispered, loving how gently his big fingers played with my bag. "I never, ever thought I could feel your big balls!"

"Feels great," Uncle Tom said.

His forearm is muscular and covered with black hair--and even his hand has hair on it. Watching his arm flex as he tumbled my sack around made me even hornier. But most of all, I was in heaven, having my hand buried in the heat of his hairy crotch.

"Go ahead. It's okay," Uncle Tom said softly, when I looked into his face. "It's cool."

I sucked in a breath and then slid my fingers up along his ten-inch cock. It was huge and steamy and bucked against my hand. Like a giant muscle, it dared me to try and squeeze it. My fingers couldn't wrap all the way around the pulsing thing, and I felt the big vein throb.

"Oh Lordy, Uncle Tom," I whispered. "Judas Priest!"

"You like it?," he stared down at how small my hand looked trying to hold on. "I want you to like it."

I dared to jack his King Kong, amazed at how loose the tender skin was--how rockhard the shaft beneath was! His cockhead mushroomed at my touch, and clear candy dripped from the spread open lips of its mouth.

"I totally love it," I breathed. "What a big hard bitchin' cock!"

More juice dripped and drooled at my words, and then I felt his big hand wrap around my own hard dick.

"A perfect cock," Uncle Tom said, his voice husky all of a sudden. "This is one....perfect.....cock."

Part 3 tomorrow. Thanks for reading my story.