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Subject: Your Uncle Is Dangerous – Part 3 Your Uncle Is Dangerous – Part 3 By Ferris ail Please donate to . You can donate here: fty This is fiction. If you would like to be notified when a new story or installment will be released, please email me with the name of the story. I welcome correspondence. ____________________________ I kept my ass out of sight like I was told. It was sore to sit on, and I slept on my tummy for a few nights. He had spanked my bottom so thoroughly that even pulling on my undies hurt. I didn’t wear them to school the next day or at all that weekend. On Thursday, I got in Uncle Henry’s truck, and he brought me home. “We’re going to skip today,” he said to me. “Like I said, if you don’t keep your boyhole tight, it won’t be any good.” Somehow, he knew my pussy still was open and aching from last week’s use, and I was relieved and disappointed that he wasn’t going to use me. “Yes, sir,” I said. Trying to clench my hole the whole way home. When I got home, Uncle Henry followed me in. He stood me on the bathroom counter and bent me over in front of the mirror so we could my hole. My little ass cheeks weren’t red anymore. He said my hole was way too loose to be good for him, and he told me to try to clench it. I did, and I could see it pucker up in the mirror. “Do that 100 times every day,” he said. “Now, we’re going to have to find someone for me to use while it gets back to how it should be.” He picked me back up off the counter and placed me down on the floor. He pushed me along by my shoulder back to my room and told me to pull out my school yearbook. It was from last year, but I still went to school with most of the guys in it. I handed it to him, and he leafed through it. Occasionally, he’d turn it around and point to a boy and ask if I knew them. After about ten times, he leafed back to a boy he’d already asked me about that I knew. “Think this guy needs a ride on Thursdays?” Uncle Henry asked. Harry was the boy’s name, and şişli travesti he always walked home. I told Uncle Henry, and he said that I should offer to let Harry ride with us. Uncle Henry fished his big cock out of his fly and told me to stroke it while he continued to look at the yearbook. He told me to tell him more about Harry while I stroked him. I told him Harry was short and had red hair — you couldn’t tell from the yearbook picture that was in black and white. I told him Harry’s family wasn’t ever at school stuff. Uncle Henry didn’t cum, but his cock felt so big in my little hands. He left, and I was sad he hadn’t played with me longer. He said if I could tighten back up that he’d play with me again. I beat off after he left. The next Thursday, I brought Harry to Uncle Henry’s truck with me, and Uncle Henry asked if he wanted a ride home. “I usually walk. It’s not far,” Harry said. “But I mean… Yeah! Thanks for offering!” He climbed in the cab of the truck and sat between me and Uncle Henry. “You need to get home right away or you want to play with Bobby at his house for a while?” Harry was excited. “Let’s go play!” Uncle Henry gave us each a soda as we drove to my house. “I’ve been working on my clenches,” I told Uncle Henry. “Good job, Bobby!” “What’s that?” Harry asked. “It’s part of a game we play. Wanna play, too?” “Ok,” he said. I wasn’t sure he knew what he was agreeing to. When we got home, Uncle Henry told us to go to my room. He brought his gym bag that he had a couple weeks ago. “So the game isn’t easy, but it’s about how you can do stuff you never thought you could,” Uncle Henry explained to Harry. “See how you’re a lot shorter than Bobby? Well this game will make you bigger and taller.” Harry seemed really interested. “Won’t it, Bobby?” I nodded. Uncle Henry pulled out a strap from his bag that had a ball on it, and he asked Harry to bite it. He did, and Uncle Henry wrapped the strap around his head. He said that beylikdüzü travesti Harry should try to do everything he was told and asked if he would. Harry nodded and tried to say yes with the ball in his mouth. Uncle Henry told me to go get the wet wipes and lotion from the bathroom, and I left. When I got back, Harry had his hands tied up and was laying on his back on the bed with wide eyes as Uncle Henry pulled off his pants. His shirt was already removed. Uncle Henry pulled scissors out of his bag and cut a slit on Harry’s underwear. “You’re going to watch,” he told me. “You still wanna play?” he asked Harry, who nodded. Uncle Henry pulled the boy’s undies down enough to wipe him roughly with a wet wipe. He put some lotion on the boy’s hole and pulled his undies back up. He turned to smile at me while he pulled his own pants and underwear to his ankles. His cock was bigger than I remembered. I couldn’t believe it had ever fit in me. And Harry was tinier than me, so he was really in for it. Uncle Henry spat on his cock and told me to spit on it, too. He pushed me back a bit away from them and told the boy to bite the ball because the next part might hurt a little. I knew he was understating it. “It’ll hurt a lot,” I said to Harry. Uncle Henry smiled as he pushed into the boy like he’d pushed into me the first time. Poor little Harry writhed and struggled during Uncle Henry’s cock’s whole trip in him. He bit down hard on the ball and his eyes watered. He was on his back, and his little feet clenched in the air. His hands were fastened together by the straps, and he waved them around, hitting Uncle Henry in the tummy. Uncle Henry looked down at his cock as it entered the boy and then up at the boy’s face as he winced and grimaced and make little screaming sounds with the ball in his mouth. “You got the whole thing it at once. Good boy!” Uncle Henry said. “You want to keep going, big boy?” Harry looked at me with wide eyes. I nodded at istanbul travesti him. He looked back at Uncle Henry, pressed his eyebrows together, and nodded. “Good boy!” Uncle Henry put a pillow over Harry’s face and pressed into it as he started pounding the little guy. He was merciless and I could see Harry’s little cock pulsing with each slam into his little pussy. His clenched feet and tensed legs eventually relaxed, and Uncle Henry pulled the pillow from his face. Harry was in a daze, and Uncle Henry slapped him. He snapped back and his feet and legs went stiff like before. “Does he feel like me?” I asked Uncle Henry. He nodded. “He’s even tighter, buddy. We picked a good one.” I felt proud, even if it wasn’t my cunt Uncle Henry was using. He picked up pace. His big cock was impaling the little boy, and eventually his back tensed and he shot ropes of juice into the boy’s aching little cunt. He stayed in him, gently trusting while he removed the ball from the boy’s mouth and the straps from his hands. Harry didn’t say anything at all. Uncle Henry complained that he hadn’t cum and asked if he knew what it was. Harry shook his head. “Come rub his cock, Bobby.” I came over and massaged his cock while Uncle Henry continued gently shoving his huge cock in and out of the boy’s now well fucked pussy. Harry came almost immediately. His cunt clenched each time his little cock pumped out another little spurt of cum. His ass clenching pushed out a lot of the cum Uncle Henry had deposited in him, and this load puddled on the bed by Harry’s little bottom. “Now you’re a big boy,” Uncle Henry said. Harry looked relieved and happy. Uncle Henry pulled out of Harry’s little cunt and put his dick in my face which I instinctively licked clean. Harry was motionless on the bed as Uncle Henry packed up his things and pulled his clothes on. “I’ll wait in the truck, and you get him cleaned up. Teach him about clenching so his pussy gets back to normal, and then come out to the truck.” I got Harry cleaned up. He seemed perkier than me after my first time under Uncle Henry. We went back to the truck, and we dropped Harry off at his house. Uncle Henry turned to me. “Want your turn?” he asked. I nodded, and we headed home.

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