Uncle Tom's Cabin

Dear Reader: This is a continuation of Chapter 4 of "Uncle Tom's Cabin", and I hope you will enjoy it.

[Chapter Four.....continued.....]

"We don't need beer, do we?", Uncle Tom said quietly.

I shook my head against his strong, tanned, leathery neck, smelling his scent.

"This is all I want," I said.

I loved his exploring hand. And I put down my coffee, and used both hands to pull my shirt out from my jeans.

He helped me take it off, then began undoing his own. I sat forward to give him room. A minute later, I lay my bare back against his hairy pecs. Uncle Tom rubbed his mammoth chest into my smooth skin. He brought his arms around to flex over my chest. His hands again found my nipples.

I moaned.

"You okay?", he asked into my scalp.

I nodded, overwhelmed. "My cock," I managed to say.

He pushed his against me. "Mine, too," his voice was low and urgent.

I awkwardly fought my jean button open. He relaxed his biceps to give me a chance to try and get them off, which let him then work at opening his own fly.

Jeans aren't easy to get out of, especially with muscular thighs, and I had to get up. We laughed about it as we tugged and yanked, until they were off.

I stood beside the sofa, staring down at Uncle Tom's white Calvins. They couldn't deal with his turned-on dick. It was too huge, too needy, the thick-lipped head clearly defined by the white cotton.

He was staring up at the tent of my own pouch. His emerald-eyed interest only made it punch-out more. I watched his bicep roll and swell as his hand came upwards. He ran his palm over my white, hot-blooded dick. It bucked into his hand and my knees turned to jello.

I moaned softly and put my hand on top of his and pressed. Bolts of feeling raced up my hard cock. My ballbag puckered. And then I was shoving my shorts down and freeing my turned-on rod.

We both stared at it--the mushroom head all rosey and huge in the lamplight--my eight-incher standing up straight-as-an-arrow. It pulsed against my stomach. My balls rose and fell under his dark-eyed gaze. My cockhair haloed around my crotch in the soft light. It looked honey-colored and rich and masculine.

Uncle Tom saw me stare past my dick and down between his own legs. He lifted his hips off the cushion, and pulled his Calvins free. Ten inches of wrist-thick meat thwacked his brown abs. Fighting his shorts off his thighs, the giant cockhead flared, the eye looking up at me. His balls fell between his hairy thighs to lay nestled along the cushion. Black pubic hair gushed from his deep crotch.

My dick throbbed in little jerks as I stared. Uncle Tom's eyes searched my face. He sat up against the sofa's arm, thighs spread, naked cock and balls on display. The upthrust prongs of his nipples stared back at me as they fought through his chest hair. He rested his forearms on his knees, and watched me gaze down at his giant-cocked nakedness.

Without speaking, I knew from his face that anything I did would be okay. I could keep on staring, reach down to feel up his tits, or rejoin him between his naked thighs. I saw him trying to look up behind my heavy ballbag into my tender crease.

Smiling, I turned and showed him, bending over a little. Uncle Tom's eyes glowed. His lips parted, and his cockhead expanded. My inner muscles squeezed my butthole in response. My cock tightened up with it, the head turning mauve. Prickles of sensation erupted all over my body as he stared at my winking button.

I climbed onto the sofa, cock waving stiffly, and settled back down again between his husky legs.

"Holy crow," I whispered.

A near-foot of hot dick rode up my grooved spine. His taut nipples kissed my muscled shoulder blades. His chesty pecs rubbed my skin. His tremendous thighs squeezed my own. Warmth spread all over my trembling body as I felt hairy muscle wrap around me, enveloping me in a male world of thrilling joy.

With his arms resting on my knees, I pressed my cheek against Uncle Tom's full-bodied bicep. He mounded it for me and I first kissed, then licked at it. It was huge, tasting like the man Uncle Tom was. I couldn't get enough and began moaning and biting and licking the vein-popping skin.

My ass pressed against his soft balls and ironbar cock. I felt him kind of shudder.

"Oh, baby, he breathed into my scalp.

His nearness was too much and not enough. I wanted all of him, all at once.

Suddenly I was turning and kneeling, the sofa sagging and swaying. He and I stared down at our two hard cocks before I smacked mine against his. Our dicks touched for the very first time.

It was like fire. They swelled and preened like peacocks. Their heads expanded to hard reflecting apricots and dribbled juice all over.

Losing my balance, I fell against him. Being seven inches shorter, my face pushed into his pecs. I licked at the hairy swells, my tongue washing Uncle Tom's nipples. Both his hands came down over my bare cheeks and his arms pulled me upwards. My hot wet cock slid up his abs. My face found his.

Uncle Tom stared into my eyes, then looked at my mouth. My eyes closed to feel us brush lips.

A lusty moan filled my mouth. His masculine breath filled my lungs. Our tongues locked together, our lips exploring, our bodies rubbing.

His fingers slid deeper into my ass--one of them found my clean, virgin hole. I moaned. My tongue went wild in his mouth and he was panting inside me.

We began hunching our hips, driving our cocks up-and-down our pressed torsos. My hands clamped around Uncle Tom's strong neck. I kissed him hotly, our lips now chewing at chins and jaws, my tongue licking his cheekbones, his whole face, his unshaven cheeks.

Uncle Tom's fingers spread my ass and played with my round little butt. He tumbled my balls around trying to have my tiny slice. My butthole threw off sparks at his touches--my cock kept masturbating his muscles.

We rutted and groaned, my face now planted on his warm thick neck. I sucked huge welts on his skin. I no longer knew who I was. My slick pecs dug against his muscled chest and his biceps bulged across my back.

His finger found my spot again and this time prodded my webbed, pink oval.

I gasped in shock. My head fell forward and I stared into his eyes. A look of awe filled my face. His finger pushed more, my sphincter suddenly clamping around it and wild feelings rifled through me.

My hips were thrusting, my body masturbating his, trying to have his finger, trying to fuck his torso. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. My hands found the arm of the sofa and I levered my body upwards.

We both stared down our bodies to watch our cocks. They were hard and wet and steamy. My hips plowed cock across his own thick shaft. The heads were kettledrum taut and shiny and purple. My tits speared out at his--tits calling to tits--wanting them, needing them.

We trembled with passion.

My butt kept wanting more finger. It felt obscene--painful and beautiful and made me shake deep inside my body. I brought a hand down between us and tried to grab our hot, ripe bananas. It made Tom buck up into me, his mouth panting. My hand couldn't grip our torched dicks. They were too thick--too wet. They rubbed and leaked and tangoed.

Mine wouldn't stay put--kept lancing his belly. It felt arrogant, demanding. I was out of contol. My knees dug into the cushion and my arms clamped the sofa-back for support.

I rose up, my wet cock hovering between us. Uncle Tom stared, his eyes lusty. I fell forward, my cock between his pecs, fucking his hairy crease, the head bumping his rough chin. He grunted against my heaving belly, licking me there.

My hips plowed his pec canyon and my arm came down behind me, my hand digging beneath my bobbing ass to find his swollen, syrup-slick cock.

"I want it," I felt its pulsing, slippery girth.

"No," Uncle Tom said, his eyes surprisingly stern, narrowing.

I rose up into a high, back-arching crouch, my thighs flexing.

"No," he said again, more firmly.

My hand reached behind to lever him upwards, the ripe mushroom head burbbling juice across my segmented slit.

"Billy......"

"Uncle Tom, Uncle Tom," I whispered, my voice sounding harsh. "I NEED it. Don't you understand?"

And then I just....

squatted.

Colored dots burst across my eyes before the room went completely dark.

My mouth opened and closed like a caught fish, the pain so raw no sound came out. I felt skewered, impaled, carved in two, a third of it locked inside my flaming bung.

From somewhere far away I heard my name.

A dull, numbing throb took over, making me force myself to breathe deeper than ever in my life.

"Billyboy---Jesus Christ!....."

"I'm FINE!," I stared defiantly through the popping dots.

"What the hell are you trying to....."

I squatted down even further, biting my lip to feel pain somewhere else for a while.

"I want it," I vowed. "And I'm gonna...fuckin'....HAVE...IT."

I felt like a Christmas turkey with Uncle Tom stuffing--the thought making me laugh even as tears squeezed out of my eyes.

And still I made it tunnel in--another inch--another--another--another. And then my knees were trembling against my face, my ass against his thighs.

"Did it," I said, not recognizing my own voice.

Uncle Tom looked all pupil. He looked full of unspoken feelings--looking at me like he'd never ever looked at me before. It was a look full of concern and awe and love. He looked at me like I had just graduated.

He didn't move a muscle, and neither did I.

I heard logs popping and sparking in the woodstove. I heard the night wind scatter a branch against the window as my butt began to shape itself around his snorting, prized stallion.

"Jesus, Billy...are you... okay?"

I nodded. "You're real hot inside there." I laughed a breathy laugh. "I feel like I'm shitting a sweet potato."

He looked surprised--and then we were both laughing--and then I began raising my butt to slide up the length of it, crazy feelings making my own cock tingle and begin to swell.

"Uhhhhhhh," Uncle Tom breathed, reaching in to roll my nuts gently around in his palm. His rugged face looked full of wonder, full of need, full of passion.

My clamping hole snagged on the lip of his flared head.

"Billyboy," Uncle Tom said. "My big brave Billyboy." His face was dark, his eyes speaking to me more than his words ever could.

His look excited me, made me want him back inside--and as I pushed my ass back down, his blunt-nosed helmet hit something that made me nearly come. His big cock was pressing some kind of inner buzzer, something I never knew I had.

"Ohhhhhhhhh--Uncle Tom, Uncle Tom," I closed my eyes, warmth spreading through my body and igniting my balls. My cock shot up like a railroad spike, dripping on his abs. My body began trembling, my forehead sweating, my ass screaming for more--more Uncle Tom, more huge cock.

And then I began a fevered hunching--swinging my hips and thighs in ryhthmic arcs--drilling down, rising up, riding his ass-plowing dick.

"Uh--uh--uh--uh--uh--UH!" My thighs flexed as I bounced, my ass both numb and on fire.

Uncle Tom looked lost in space, his huge pecs jostling, his abs standing up in ridges. "So hot," he moaned. "Like an oven. Like a friggin' furnace."

The sofa sagged and swayed, the cushions nearly busting, the floorboards squeeking below it.

Uncle Tom's hands found my pecs, letting them slap his palms, the nipples all stiff and ripe. His face grimmaced with sweet agonies of what was fucking his huge meat. "Billy. Billy. Billy!", he looked anguished, awestricken. "You're...you're gonna make me...."

My cock danced above his hairy chest, his eyes watching it smack my belly and thighs. He looked up to my face, his eyes black and lusty. I couldn't read his warnings, his signals. My mind was full of my own newfound pride and pleasure. I felt wild and heroic--Billy The Kid; Batman's Robin.

"Whoooeee!", I crowed, "Ride 'em cowboy!" And my buttery ass basted his blissed-out fuck-muscle. My tight, tight twat syphoned and vacuumed his nerve-shattered ram.

"Oh, Jesus," Uncle Tom said, his eyes closing shut, his full lips parting.

His muscular shaft expanded to twice its size--the humongous thing pulsing with such size and heat, it halted me mid-way-- his whole physique trembling.

"Jesus Christ," he groaned deeply, his eyes squeezing shut.

His nipples erected to the size of baby hardons, standing up arrogantly from his fur.

His torso flexed, every muscle in his body standing out in bold relief. And with a shout, his hips sailed upwards from the sofa, burying all ten inches of his prime rib into my jiggling, hot cheeks.

A look of wonder and shock crossed his face.

"UUUUUhhhhhhhggggghh."

A splashing heat flooded my guts, my 'O' ring clamping down.

"B i l l l l l y y y y," he moaned, his hand squeezing my cock, his muscles flexing, his hips drilling for gold.

He shook and seized and quaked and spasmed, as that gargantuan cock pumped my ass full of his jizz, his face a mask of passion, his neck corded, the veins pulsing.

His huge arms pulled me down, my face crushed against his chest. His groans filled my body as his come washed through my guts--as it drooled from my butt.

His huge arms pulled me into his kiss, his cock still plowing and firing come. He swallowed my whole mouth inside his, panting and groaning my name.

"Billy, Billy," he kissed me hotly, still fucking my virgin hole. "I need you. I need you so bad."

I felt my cock spurting-- felt hot and flushed and fevered. "Oh my God, Uncle Tom. Oh my God, I love you." And I dove against his hairy chest, my lips feeding on his lust-swollen tits.

[to be continued.....]

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