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Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads Chapter 11: Uncle Jack and Uncle Statler This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author’s imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time. This story may contain scenes of a graphic nature between father and his sons, or under age boys and adult males, which may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. By continuing to read on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. In addition, neither you nor any family members are employees of any type of government, law enforcement, or investigative entity. Moreover, you are either not performing any type of research in preparation for any forms of legal action, directly or indirectly, affecting the contents of this site. In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any con- sequences of you viewing or downloading the story. —————————————————————————– Bad Uncles and Dads – Chapter 11 Uncle Jack and Uncle Statler New Year’s eve, damn it. I was fourteen and Mom had been going to drive me to a friend’s for an overnight party. She’d gotten a call from the husband of her best friend, Barbara. Barbara had been in a head-on collision with a truck whose driver had a heart attack on the road. Barbara and Mom had been like sisters since they were toddlers and, hearing that Barbara was in critical con- dition and not expected to live, Mom rushed out after calling my two uncles to come get me. With Dad snowed in up in Denver, there would’ve been no one to stay at home with me. Mom had been so upset, I kept my disappointment to myself. Uncle Jack and Uncle Statler were not my favorite people in the world. Big, loud, rough, and tough, they were cattlemen through and through. Uncle Jack was forty-four, Uncle Statler was forty-two, while Mom was the youngest at thirty-four. When their parents passed away, the large ranch was divided between the three of them. Mom and Dad built our house on her third, while Uncle Jack and Uncle Statler took over my grandparents’ house and worked their two-thirds together. Neither ever married, I figured it was because no woman would have either one of them. Not that they weren’t good looking. No, both men were handsome, rugged, tall, and well-built. Either of them could easily be on the cover of a farming or ranching magazine with their strong mas- culine features and rangy physiques. They worked hard, drank heavily, and got into fights regularly. Their repu- tation wasn’t one of being troublemakers, just rowdy and somehow always in the middle of anything newsworthy in our small town. As much as I was in awe of them, they also scared and intimidated me. They laughed too loud, walked too heavily, hugged me too tightly, and played too roughly with me for as long as I could remember. That said, though, I did idolize the two big men. Dad, an attorney for an oil company, was slender, of average height like Mom, and dark blond. There was nothing terribly memor- able about Dad, where Uncle Jack and Uncle Statler barreled into every situa- tion like steamrollers and always made a lasting impression…though, not it was seldom a good impression. Mom had already taken off when my uncles pulled up the driveway in Uncle Jack’s three-quarter ton pickup with it’s small amber lights running across the front of the roof of the cab. I locked the front door behind me and headed out into the cold with a change of clothes under one arm. Uncle Statler climbed out of the passenger side. Dark curly red hair was stuffed under a felt cowboy hat, a brown leather jacket covering his gray flannel shirt, snug jeans with a wide belt and big rodeo buckle, along with his dusty suede work boots and wide grin set inside his bushy red beard and mus- tache left him looking rugged, handsome, and jovial in the rising moonlight. At 6’2″ and about 220 pounds, it was easy for me to feel small beside the big man. “Hop on in, sport!” I grinned in spite of my unhappiness at having to spend New Year’s eve with these two loud towering men and moved to step onto the siderail and climb in. Uncle Jack nodded stoically, no smile on his heavy German-Irish fea- tures, as I glanced at his face and moved my eyes down to the seat to slide inside. I immediately froze in place, though. With the dome light on, the view of Uncle Jack was pure sex and I felt a tingle kick up under the base of my balls…something that’d never happened before when looking at any other guy, much less one of my uncles. Icy blue eyes sat under thick black arching brows and the brim of a black felt cowboy hat. His thick black fu-manchu mustache just lately becoming flecked with silver drooped down the sides of his chin and though his grizzly beard. He was shirtless with only a tan suede and sheepshear coat hanging down the sides of his exposed stomach and chest all covered in swirling thick black hair. Baggy jeans hung low on his hips, and his fly was completely open except for the top button. Seated in the truck, his fly gaped in a wide vertical circle with the light from the roof of the cab pouring inside. I had a clear view of a wrist-thick slab of pale cock nestled in flurry of shiny curly black hair. In the seconds I stared with wide shocked eyes, that fat silky meat plumped as two lemon-sized balls pulled upwards inside the opening of his jeans and into view. I swallowed a suddenly dry throat and looked back up into his face to see if he’d noticed my stare. Uncle Jack raised one thick caterpillar eyebrow and looked me slowly up and down. Then, he locked those icy eyes on mine and just tilted his head to the opposite side in a quick flick to say, ‘get in,’ before turning his gaze out into the headlights spilling across the yard. I climbed on in with Uncle Statler sliding in beside me and closing the door. Even with all the room in side the cab of the big truck, I was still sandwiched tightly in between the two large men. Once the door closed and with the heater blasting against the cold Texas air outside, a thick warm cloud of leather, hay, and that natural musk that comes from strong hardworking men settled around me. “Statler, put the boy’s damned clothes in the back seat…I need t’ back out.” Uncle Jack ordered as if Uncle Statler should’ve already thought of it. Uncle Statler took my clothes and stretched over me to put them in the back. Curling red hair from the open vee in the chest of his shirt tickled my face and the smell of leather, hay, and big man became extra strong and thick. Uncle Jack took my left hand and slapped it down on his thigh impatient- ly as if I should’ve known to do it…much in the same way he’d addressed Uncle Statler about my clothes. He threw an arm over the back of the seat and paused a minute looking into my eyes before turning his head to look behind him and guide the truck back out of the long drive out to the farm road that would take us to their house. When he angled his body to look over his shoulder, his hips shifted to- ward me and I sucked in a breath feeling the thick meat inside his open fly press against the back of my hand. I froze for the second time, my mind spinning as heat raced up to the top of my head. I’d beaten off to looking at naked girls in magazines, I think mostly just being turned on by the forbidden aspect of it. This…this contact with another man, this contact with a man’s cock…this was something entirely different. My prick was instantly rock hard, painful in its downward position inside my briefs and pinned against the center seam of my jeans. As Uncle Jack moved the truck in reverse back down the driveway and the cab jostled the three of us around, his fat meat nudged against my hand and flexed a number of times along the way. I could feel it firming and hardening. I used the movement of the truck to push against it discreetly, dying to wrap my hand around that big cock and feel it flex inside my grip. All too soon, though, we reached the road. Uncle Jack curved the truck backward onto the road, turned to face forward, and headed for their house with his thick velvetty cock now out of my reach. Only a few minutes later, we’d driven down the road and the long drive- way to pull up at their house. We climbed out and Uncle Statler grabbed my clothes from the back see. Then, we followed Uncle Jack to the door. Uncle Jack’s coat fell just to his waist with his jeans sagging down to hang just at the farther-most curve of his hard muscled buttocks. With the moon shining down, I was treated to a clear view of exposed flesh. The skin of his waist was smooth until where his round hard butt cheeks formed two solid mounds on either side of his crack. Both were covered in the same swirling black hair of his chest and stomach converging into a thick dark furry line down along the center. I knew it wasn’t, but it almost looked as if that hair had been trimmed so it only covered his asscheeks. The effect as that solid ass rose and fell while he walked was sexy as all hell even though I’d never looked at another guy in that way before. Uncle Jack jerked the front door open and led us inside as he peeled off his coat, threw it on a chair, and headed through the living and dining rooms into the kitchen. I got a good look at his wide back as he lumbered heavily through the house. That strip of hairless skin I’d seen above his hard muscled ass only rose about six inches above his waist. From there up to the hair on the back of his head…Uncle Jack’s back…the backs of his arms…and his shoulders were covered in the same riot of curling black hair as the furry mounds of his meaty ass. “You eat?” He asked gruffly without turning around as he opened up a cabinet to pull out three glasses. “Yes sir. We were just washin’ up when Mom got the call about Barbara.” “Damned shame.” Uncle Jack put his hands on the counter and shook his head slowly from side to side without turning around. “That’s a good woman. Mus’ be hell on Jim n’ the kids right now…your Mom, too. Statler!! Put some more wood on the damned fire, for god’s sake, pull your head out your ass!” “Jack…” Uncle Statler started to say something, but was stopped imme- diatetly by the stern look on Uncle Jack’s face when he turned to look over his shoulder. “Be right back…” He turned instead and left the the room. The house was plenty warm enough, even toasty. But, I sure as heck wasn’t going to say so. “New Year’s eve…you was s’posed t’ go t’ some party, weren’t ‘cha, boy?” “Yeah. No big deal, though.” Uncle Jack turned and leaned his ass against the counter, folding his arms across his chest as he looked down at me. At 6’4″ and me at 5’4″, he stood an entire foot taller than me. “Gonna be drinkin’ there?” “Uh…” I stammered. How had he known? “Close your mouth, boy, I was fourteen once, too, believe it or not. What’ve you had before? Beer, whiskey, what?” “Uh….well, I…” “Aw, come on, son. I’m askin.’ Jus’ answer me, for fuck’s sake!” He growled. He said, ‘fuck.’ My parents never cussed and I’d’ve gotten killed if I had. I’d never heard an adult use that word before, not even Uncle Jack or Uncle Statler. “Beer a few times…whiskey a couple…” “Y’ like it?” “Sure.” He just looked at me with those pale frosty eyes. “Well, no, not really.” Uncle Jack continued looking at me, then barked without moving his eyes, “STATLER!” Uncle Statler rushed back in, Uncle Jack’s eyes still on mine. “Where’s that prissy stuff…that Bailey’s and Kahulua crap? You drink coffee, son?” “Jack….” Uncle Statler started to intercede. “Teddy?” Uncle Jack ignored him. “No, don’t much like coffee either.” “Hot chocolate?” “Oh, yeah!” “Good. Statler…the Bailey’s n’ Kahulua crap?” Uncle Jack turned his steely gaze at his brother. “Jack, I don’t think….” Uncle Jack moved passed me to stand right in front of Uncle Statler. I could see his arm move and Uncle Statler’s follow as if Uncle Jack had a hold of his wrist. Silence followed as Uncle Statler’s shoulder moved forward and downward in between them. I couldn’t tell exactly what was happening, but Uncle Statler took a deep, slow, and resigned breath. “Jack….” He still hesitated…then, gave in. “…it’s in the bottom of the liquor cabinet.” “Go get it, n’ then make the boy some hot chocolate. It’s New Year’s eve n’ he got screwed outta goin’ t’ his party. They were gonna drink anyway, this way it’s here with us. Now, get your ass in gear before y’ waste the whole damned night tryin’ t’ argue with me!” Uncle Jack roared, spun Uncle Statler around, and sent him out of the kitchen with a half-playful kick in the ass. As he turned back toward me, his fly gaped widely for a second and gave me a peek at the thick root of his fat pale cock and the forest of dark curly hair surrounding it. “He’s a good man…” My eyes trailed up his hard stomach to the firm plates of rounded muscle spanning his chest and flowing into mile-wide shoul- ders. “…just a stick in the mud sometimes.” My gaze travelled down thick solid arms to my uncle’s big rugged hands. “What sports you in now, Teddy?” He changed the subject and ran his eyes up and down me. escort kocaeli “Baseball, track, wrestling…too small for football. I need t’ be big like you n’ Uncle Statler for that.” “Screw that crap!” He bellowed, crossing to the fridge. “Don’t let me hear you talk that shit again, boy. You don’t need t’ be nothin’ but what you are, n’ don’t let nobody tell you no dif’ernt. He grabbed some ice and walked over to drop it into two of the glasses he’d taken from the cabinet earlier. “You jus’ look at yourself in the mirror n’ say, ‘I’m a handsome, bad-ass mother-fucker’ everyday till y’ think it without sayin’ it. That’s what my daddy told me, n’ it’s done me a damned good job. Don’t you never go judgin’ yourself by other folks. Y’ hear?” “Yes sir.” I said quietly. “What?!” He turned around purposefully. “Yes sir.” I said more firmly with a hint of a grin. “Why…..jus’ look at your ass.” Uncle Jack stepped toward and took my chin in his big rough hand, tilting my face upward. “Them big ol’ brown eyes, handsome face, purty blond hair…you’re a handsome lil’ devil, son. N,’ you sure are fillin’ out right nice for your age.” “Jack…” Uncle Statler came back in with a bottle of liquor in each hand and a third under one arm. “Can it, brother. Look at this boy. Was we this filled out at fourteen? No, the boy’s gotta lot t’ be proud of. Look at them arms.” He slid his hands to my biceps and squeezed. I did have a good body for my age. The girls at school always talked and teased me about it. All the work on the ranch with Dad away so much along with playing sports did have me filled out more than anyone else my age. People often thought I was two or three years older despite my height. I looked at Uncle Statler standing there watching me. I dropped my gaze under his examination with my eyes landing on his crotch. Something long and thick pressed outward and down a bit across his thigh. It flexed and slid an inch or so higher up under his jeans. “No, Jack, we weren’t.” He said, his voice a little quieter and lower than before. I looked back up surprised…more by how he’d said it than what he’d said. There was something in all this I didn’t understand. Something seemed to be going on between the three of us that left me feeling at the center of it all, and yet still somehow on the outside. “Yeah,” I watched Uncle Statler’s throat as he swallowed slowly, “you’re gonna break far more’n your share’a hearts. Sure aint gonna have no trouble gettin’ folks in the sack.” My eyes shot wide. “Statler….” Uncle Jack warned. “You started it.” Uncle Statler broke his stare and moved past us to set the liquor bottles beside the glasses on the counter top. “Shut up n’ make the boy his hot chocolate, mouthy bastard.” Uncle Jack growled. “Teddy, go bring a chair in from the livin’ room.” He added. I walked out, then thought to ask which one. I turned and leaned into the doorway, and got the shock of my life. Uncle Jack had his hand on the back of Uncle Statler’s neck and was kissing him like there was no tomorrow! Not only that, he had Uncle Statler’s hand by the wrist and shoved into the opening of his jeans. As Uncle Jack ground his mouth against his brother’s, Uncle Statler wrestled a huge thick ten inch fat cock out of the opening. His hand stroked the substantial loose skin back and forth across the hard shaft, pulling the heavy foreskin back and over the glossy plum-sized and colored head of Uncle Jack’s massive cock. I wanted to stay and watch, but I couldn’t. One, I didn’t want to get caught. Two, I was overloaded! I didn’t know what to think! No wonder neither of them ever married! Shit! My mind flew. I wanted in there. I’d never thought about other men before. Now, though, seeing my two big super-masculine uncles getting off on each other…I wanted to be in there with them! I walked into the living room in a daze. I stopped in the middle of the room and just stood there, my prick pushing at my briefs and jeans like it was going to rip right through. I reached in and adjusted it upward, loving the hot feel of it in my hand. I squeezed and massaged the head and shaft of my wide six- inch hard on, feeling the ooze from the head coating my palm. I felt eyes on me and turned to look behind me, forgetting to remove my hand from my pants. Uncle Jack stood there leaning against the doorway… black cowboy hat still firmly in place, bare chested, jeans slung low on his hips, fly gaping open, big dusty workboots crossed at the ankles with the legs of his jeans stuffed inside the shafts. “Need some help?” His voice was low, quiet, and deep. “…with the chair.” He added at the look of fear on my face at being caught with my hand down my pants. I slowly, guiltily slid my hand out. “Yeah. Which one do ya want?” He straightened himself up and moved slowly away from the doorframe, his cock tenting his baggy jeans out obscenely across his hip as his eyes stayed on mine. “This one should be fine.” He picked up a medium-sized leather chair and took it into the kitchen with me following behind. The table in the kitchen was about six feet long and only two and a half feet wide. With a chair already in the middle of each of the long sides, Uncle Jack moved one over and set the one from the living room beside it. “You got that hot chocolate ready yet?!” Uncle Jack barked. “Almost done, hold your horses.” “Slower’n goddamned molasses…” Uncle Jack walked over and swat- ted Uncle Statler hard on the ass. “Fucker!” Uncle Statler jerked at the impact, then turned and raised his face to Uncle Jack…pulling back away immediately as if realizing he’d been about to do something he shouldn’t. “Times a-wastin’…it’s almost nine for fuck’s sake!” Uncle Jack bellowed and then stomped over to pour whiskey over the two glasses of ice. “Teddy, run your lil’ tail back into the livin’ room n’ turn on the stereo…grab that deck of cards off the coffee table on your way back, son.” Uncle Jack ordered. I did as asked and came back in, country music filling the house as much as the warmth from the blazing fireplace. Uncle Jack pulled a chair at the table out and motioned for me to sit. He dropped his considerable bulk into the one beside it, leaving the chair on the opposite side for Uncle Statler. “Fill his glass half full, then bring them bottles over when you’re done.” Uncle Jack ordered, pulling out the cards and shuffling them thoroughly. “Play poker, Teddy?” He asked as Uncle Statler brought over the hot chocolate and liquor bottles, sitting down on the other side of us afterward. “Yeah, but not much. I mean, I know how…I’m jus’ not too good at it.” “Fine, fine. Here you deal…five card stud.” “Jack…” “Statler…” Whatever Uncle Statler had been about t’ say got silenced by a severe look from Uncle Jack’s icy blue eyes and harsh tone of voice. Uncle Jack filled the rest of my glass with stuff from the Bailey’s bottle and handed it to me. I took a sip and looked up in surprise. It was good! Uncle Jack just smiled. We played the hand with Uncle Statler coming in the loser instead of me. “Well, now….” Uncle Jack tipped his chair back on two legs, looking back and forth between the two of us. His eyes landed on mine as he dropped his chair and leaned toward me conspiratorially. “What should he lose, Teddy? His pants? Kinda makes it hard for a man t’ win at anything without his pants. What’cha say, sport, should we take his pants right off the bat?” “Now, Jack!” “You keep your ass quiet, this is me n’ Teddy’s choice. Whatta ya say, boy, wanna take his pants?” I grinned, the drink beginning to hit me as I was drinking it pretty fast. “Yeah, I think we should!” Uncle Jack roared out a laugh. “Alright, brother, you heard the boy… shuck them jeans!” “Jack…” “Shuck ’em, shuck ’em, shuck ’em…” Uncle Jack began demanding, me joining in the chant as I laughed. “Hell…” Uncle Statler pulled off his boots, stood, and pulled off his jeans. “Don’t think this is a good idea, jus’ for the record.” He pulled his boots back on and sat back down in thin white boxers. “Finish your drink, too, loser!” Uncle Jack ordered. This time, Uncle Statler put up no fuss and drained his glass, Uncle Jack immediately refilling it. Uncle Statler lost again. Uncle Jack took a long drink from his glass and leaned toward me again to almost whisper. “Drawers this time, I’m thinkin.’ What about you?” “Drawers sounds good t’ me.” I whispered back and nodded as if we were a team. “Drawer’s, Stat, get ’em off!” “Jack, really, I don’t think…” “DRAWERS, Statler, NOW!” “Shit.” Uncle Statler slid his shorts down without standing up. With the table blocking my view, though, I couldn’t see a thing. Uncle Jack reached over and thumped Uncle Statler’s glass. “Down it.” He did, and Uncle Jack filled it again. “The boy needs some more hot chocolate, brother.” Uncle Jack levelled a dark stare at my other uncle. A pained look crossed Uncle Statler’s face. “Couldn’t you get it?” “Nope, you’re losin’…you’re the gopher till you start winnin.’ ” Uncle Statler stood with resignation and turned too quickly for me to get a peek. When he brought the pan from the stove, though, a long fat pinkish- white uncut cock swung heavily below the front tails of his flannel shirt. I stared both then, and again when he returned to sit back down. I found Uncle Jack watching me intently when I looked back over at him. “Deal, son.” His stare and his voice were dark and heavy. I felt heat, fear, and excitement slide up my spine. I lost that hand. Uncle Jack’s clear pale eyes looked over into Uncle Statler’s already bleary reddening ones. “Pants?” Uncle Statler lowered his eyes, grinned a half sheepish smile, and nodded, “Pants.” I stood and peeled off my tennis shoes and jeans, putting my shoes back on before sitting back down. “Drink, but, y’ don’t have t’ down it, young’un.” I did as ordered and swallowed half the glass, feeling happy and a little light-headed from the alcohol. The room continued getting warmer and warmer as the fire in the other room roared. I began feeling damp and noticed the scent of burly men getting stronger in the air. Uncle Jack took the cards and dealt. This time, Uncle Statler lost again. “Shirt?” Uncle Jack asked me. “Shirt!” I chuckled. Uncle Statler merely downed his glass and popped each button before shrugging out of his shirt. “Boy needs another refill.” Uncle Statler got up unsteadily this time with no attempt at refusal. I noted the wide expanse of his pale back as he moved to the stove. His shoulders were as broad as his brother’s, his waist tapering in above an ass as hairless as Uncle Jack’s was furry…yet equally as muscled and round. Thick wide thighs were also void of hair, though they were covered in a mass of red ringlets from the knees down as were his forearms. At 6’2″, a couple inches shorter than his brother, his physique looked to be almost an exact copy of the taller’s muscular frame. When he turned to walk back to the table, the view from the front was striking. Wide rounded pecs were covered in the same thick red-gold curls of his forearms and calves. A thick line of it bisected his flat stomach before fanning out above his fat swing- ing cock. His balls were full and tight behind his thick meat, and the foreskin hugged the fat head and outlined the ridge where it met his shaft. Mom and Dad had me circumsized, and I was enthralled with the extra skin and the manly strength it seemed to add to both my uncles’ over-sized slabs of cock. “Couple more logs on the fire, brother.” Uncle Jack ordered just as Uncle Statler sat back down. Uncle Statler just looked across the table until Uncle Jack raised and eyebrow. He huffed, got up, and left the room. Uncle Jack reached for the bottle of Bailey’s and added more to my fresh- ly refilled drink. When he set the bottle back on the table and leaned back in his chair, his long thick cock rolled lazily out of the open fly of his jeans to lay heavily in his lap. I looked down and licked my lips without realizing it as Uncle Statler lurched back into the room and took his seat. Uncle Jack scooted his chair closer to mine and handed me the cards. I shuffled and dealt, taking time to sip on my drink as I studied my hand afterward. I found it hard to concentrate. Even though Uncle Statler was naked except for his cowboy hat, socks, and boots, only his chest and stomach were visible to from across the table. Uncle Jack, though…was another story. Without having lost a hand, he was still in his boots, socks, jeans, and his own cowboy hat. Still, his broad muscled chest and shoulders, long thick arms, big hands, and strong tight stomach all covered in that frothy black forest of hair was every bit at sexy as Uncle Statler’s near nudity. The main distraction, though, was that fat cock snaking out of his fly and across his lap. I played badly, easily losing the hand and having to give up my shirt in the process. I took another drink, noting how quiet the room had gotten after Uncle Jack had ordered my shirt off. I turned my head to look at him and found his eyes steadily on mine yet again. I noticed his drink was still half full and most of the ice melted. He flicked his eyes and tilted his head, indicating for me to look at Uncle Statler. I smiled and looked back after finding my other uncle now slumped down with his chin on his chest and eyes closed under the brim of his hat. Uncle Jack put a finger to his bearded lips behind that thick drooping mustache in the universal signal to stay quiet. Then, he reached over for my hand and pulled it to lay over his cock. Even though I’d been staring at it as often as I could since it’d snaked its way out of his fly, izmit anal yapan escort I was still taken aback by the huge thickness and long length of it under my palm. I didn’t look up. I knew I couldn’t. I couldn’t look him in the eyes and keep touching his fat cock. The idea of it, the desire for it, was all to new and I was too unsure of it all to face it or him. All I could do was go with it without meeting his stare. He moved my hand up and down his length as it firmed and swelled under my touch, showing me he wanted me to stroke it. I kept up the movement after he took his hand away and freed the button of his jeans at his waist and spread the flaps wide. Unlike Uncle Statler, Uncle Jack’s pelt of thick dark hair traveled in a solid carpet down from his shoulders without a break…thickening into a mass above his formidable cock. He lifted his hips off his seat and shoved his jeans to his knees. Even his legs were a continuation of the black thatch of swirling hair coating everything else on the front of him. Very little of the pale skin underneath showed through the wild mass of dark curls. Only having a light blond down coming in around my own prick, I wanted to run my hands and fingers all over him to feel all that wonderful hair! Uncle Jack reached for my upper arm. I still couldn’t look at him in the face as he pulled me off my chair and down onto my knees in between his. His hand slipped around the back of my head, his cock jumping several times in my hand as it hardened to steel. I slid one hand up his thigh, thrilling in the bristly wiry hair sliding between my fingers as I continued stroking his hard cock with the other. I moved my hand up his stomach and to his chest, marvelling at how one pec was bigger than my whole hand. I loved the feel of the hard round muscle forcing my hand into a wide curve over it. His cock was standing straight up from his crotch, hard and throbbing in my grip as I stroked up and down. I could smell him. Dark, musky, and thick, the scent rose up from his cock and heavy balls to sink inside my chest. Knead- ing his chest left my face poised just above the shiny head of his cock. Each time the foreskin pulled back, the fat burgeoning head became wetter and wet- ter. The pressure on the back of my head increased and pulled me closer to the fat drooling head of Uncle Jack’s ten-inch cock. My stomach flipped when I realized what he wanted. The discovery that he wanted me to suck that huge piece of meat hit me like a ton of bricks. I heard the groan that escaped from my chest in reaction before I realized I’d made a sound. I opened my lips when my mouth met the slimy head of that big hard cock. I opened them further, worried my mouth was too small for his thick girth. The fat head pushed them to stretch tightly over it as he forced my mouth over the wide pulpy head. Immediately precum gushed over my tongue and bathed the inside of my mouth as he grunted from above me. Thick, salty, sweet, and tan- gy…instead of being gross, it was incredible, sexy, and tasted like heaven. I wanted more. He pushed further until he hit the back of my throat, holding me there as his cock flexed and pumped more precum into me. I swallowed greedily, run- ning my tongue on the underside of his cock and feeling the thick tube running the length there that seemed to make his cock feel even more muscular and imposing. He eased the pressure on my head and began pushing me on and off his huge hard meat. Slowly and firmly, he guided me on and off…bathing my tongue in his thick tasty precum intermittently. Suddenly, he wrapped his strong fingers in my hair and tilted my face up to look at him. He stared down as his eyes narrowed and his lips tightened, “Awwwwwwwww fuck…” He muttered through clenched teeth as he forced me down his cock again. He pulled me off him and pushed me backward, silently motioning for me to take off his boots. Something in that made my stomach flip again. There was something so exciting and erotic to me about this big man telling me to take his boots off, I felt as if I was going to cum on the spot just from sucking his fat cock and the order to pull off those big dusty workboots. He reached down and stroked his massive spit-slick cock as I worked, first one and then the other boot off each of his feet. Without being told, I reached for the legs of his jeans and pulled those off as well. Afterward, I sat back on my heels and just looked at him. Still in his cowboy hat and slouched down in the chair, he was one incred- ibly hot sight. All that muscle-packed, hairy length of his body…thick legs spread wide and big feet encased in thick boot socks bunched up over his ankles and calves…stretched out lazily in front of me left me staring in overheated awe at the big fingered hand stroking his huge thick meat in the center of it all. He reached out a hand and motioned with two fingers for me to stand. When I did, he leaned forward and jerked my briefs to my ankles. Six inches of wide teenager dick slapped into the air, just before Uncle Jack moved forward and sank his mouth over it. Hot wetness engulfed my dick as my knees threat- ened to give way. Before they could, though, he spun me around…bent me at the waist…and, drove his bearded face up in between my ass cheeks! I almost screamed at the hot unexpected contact. His beard scraped the tender flesh inside the walls of my asscrack as his tongue shot up inside. I im- mediately began spewing my load onto the floor and shaking from head to toe as my uncle’s wicked tongue drilled up into my ass. I fell forward onto my chair, Uncle Jack reaching for my hips and grinding his face harder into my ass. My dick shot and shot and shot as his tongue fucked my hole and left me quivering in his big hands. By the time my load began to fizzle out and he eased that long thick tongue from deep inside my ass, I was too weak to stand. Uncle Jack gave me a minute to catch my breath, then stood up and hauled me to my feet. He turned me around and then reached down to milk the last of my load into his palm before bringing it to his lips and lapping it off. He bent down slowly and pressed his lips to mine. I could smell the clean sweat and musk from my ass on his mustache and tasted my own cum on his tongue when he swiped it inside. He kissed me long and deep, making my toes tingle and curl as I submitted my mouth to him. When he pulled away, he looked over at Uncle Statler sleeping on the other side of the table before taking me by the arm and leading us both around. After cumming and my sexual high fading, it was replaced by feeling guilty, dirty, and embarassed. It didn’t matter that Uncle Jack had led me into it all, I just felt I’d done something disgusting and sick. All I could think about was what Uncle Jack must think of me. I was so consumed by guilt and self-digust, I com- pletely forgot about seeing the two of them together earlier when I’d gone for the extra chair. I just knew Uncle Jack was seeing me as his horny faggot ne- phew. Why shouldn’t a big strong straight man take advantage of having some young homo suck his fat cock? I didn’t figure he’d tell Mom and Dad about this, but he would see me as his cocksucking fairy nephew from now on. I felt sick. But, his hands slid up my arms to my shoulders as I looked down at my other uncle splayed out in his chair in front of me. I felt Uncle Jack’s beard a- gainst my ear as he whispered, “Statler’s a damned good lookin’ man, aint he.” I just nodded, tears threatening to flow as I felt I was getting myself in deeper and deeper into something I would forever regret. “And…so are you…” His hot breath swirled inside my ear, that tingle in the base of my balls returning and then jolting up my spine when his thick tongue swept inside. My eyes stopped stinging as I sucked in a breath and rose to the balls of my feet as his tongue lapped and his beard scraped my neck. I could feel his cock brushing and nudging into my ass as he stood behind me. I was sliding back down into a heated sexual haze, my prick jerking into a full hardon under the big man’s attentions. Uncle Jack put more pressure on my shoulders, easing me down to my knees in between Uncle Statler’s widespread thick legs and dusty cowboy boots. Uncle Jack’s mouth on my ear left me only half aware of the slow change in position until I had to slide my arms up Uncle Statler’s heavily muscled thighs for balance. Uncle Jack eased his tongue from my ear, but left his mustache brushing the edges, “Suck him, Teddy.” The feelings of guilt and self-loathing had all but disappeared, replaced sinking back into the heat of touching and being touched by my two hot uncles. Uncle Statler’s long thick flaccid cock hung heavily in front of my face. It had to be at least seven fat inches before even getting hard. I stared at the thick skin covering the head and shaft, a half inch of thick rosy head and wide piss slit pressed out from the hood of skin gripping it tightly. Once again I was enthralled by the sight of a big uncut cock with the masculine strength in its ap- pearance from that natural extra skin. I must’ve stared for a while, because Uncle Jack reached one hand up and eased my head down toward the fat cowled head of Uncle Statler’s thick meat. I turned my head sideways and used my tongue to pull that thick bursting head into my mouth, Uncle Statler’s legs easing farther open in sleeping response. I nursed at the head, running my tongue over it, savoring the feel of it filling my mouth as it began to stretch and thicken. “Ummmm, yeah, Bobby….” Uncle Statler mumbled in his sleep. Bobby? Bobby Jonhson? He was the barber in town and the only Bobby I knew of. In his late twenties, he was a handsome guy…always smiling and friendly, he was in his late twenties and dressed mostly in snug jeans and white t-shirts that showed off a slim atheletic physique. It ran through my mind that Uncle Statler and Uncle Jack both got their hair trimmed there every Friday. Had Uncle Statler, or both of them, fooled around with Bobby Jonhson? Or, was Uncle Statler just fantasizing about it in his sleep? I got my answer when he mumbled, “Pull on my balls like last week, boy…” I reached up to do as he asked, excited he thought someone else was sucking his fat cock. They sat so tight against his crotch, it was hard to get my fingers around the base of them to pull outward. Unlike Uncle Jack, whose nuts hung low at about six inches from his cock in their heavily furred sack, Uncle Statler’s were tight and smooth. Still, I got my thumb and forefinger around them and pulled gently and firmly…instantly, Uncle Statler’s fat cock shot an- other couple inches into my mouth as it hardened and swelled. Feeling his excitement, I suctioned at the thick meat filling my mouth and swiped my tongue all over that heavy glorious cock. I wanted the head, though. I wanted that thick sloping knob bared of its heavy hood of skin and naked for my tongue. I pulled off it and moved my other hand from his thigh to grip the tight skin covering his cock. I moved it backward and watched in awe as the thick skin peeled back and the fat pink head of Uncle Statler’s cock slowly became exposed to my view. The last of his foreskin eased behind and snapped back were there wide ridge met his thick shaft. Long and wide, the meaty knob was about three and a half inches in fat length with a long dramatic slope flaring out so that the ridge stood away about a half inch from the shaft. Uncle Jack eased in beside me as I stared and admired the fat knob in front of me. He leaned his face in beside mine and drilled those frosty blue eyes into mine. “Go ahead, suck that big fucker.” His hand on the back of my head pressed me forward to do just what I wanted to. I groaned at the same time as Uncle Statler when his thick head pressed my lips wide and slid in over my tongue. I rocked my hips from side to side in the thrill of that fat uncovered cock head stuffing my mouth. My tongue went crazy slurping and lapping at the thick spongy flesh, diving into the piss slit and tasting every flavor of my burly red-headed uncle’s cock. “Oh yeah, son, suck that big bastard…suck Statler’s fat meat, boy.” Uncle Jack grunted quietly. I began moving my mouth up and down what of that big cock I could get inside my mouth. I gripped and stroked the shaft tightly with my lips, loving the feel of the ridged gristle vibrating my lips as I moved my mouth forward and back. I attacked the head with my tounge, slashing it over every fat swollen curve of the firm juicy flesh. I was really going at it when Uncle Jack rose up on one knee and shoved his cock into my face along side Uncle Statler’s. Still holding Uncle Statler’s cock by the base, I left off sucking him and dove onto Uncle Jack’s fat drooling cock. Precum once again poured into my mouth. Clearly Uncle Jack was the ‘leaker’ of the two, feeding me dose after dose of thick salty sweet syrup as he grabbed the back of my head and fucked his cock in and out of my mouth. “Jack! What the…??? NO! JACK! NO!!!” Uncle Statler woke up and started to pull himself up in his chair. Uncle Jack nearly knocked him and his chair backward when he slammed a muscle-packed arm into his brother’s chest and pinned him back in place. “Shut up, you hot fucker!” Uncle Jack growled and stretched up to silence Uncle Statler with a powerful demanding kiss. The hand on the back of my head pulled me off Uncle Jack’s drooling meat and forced me back on Uncle Statler’s throbbing cock. Uncle Statler’s legs shot out strained on either side of us as he groaned and began pumping his hips into my face. Uncle Jack moved gebze escort one hand up to Uncle Statler’s chest and began knead- ing the strong muscle there. Then, his thumb and forefinger moved to one of Uncle Statler’s nipples and began twisting and pulling at the sensitive nub. Uncle Statler began groaning and jerking his hips, fucking his fat meat in and out of my mouth faster and faster. Uncle Jack took the hand from the back of my head and ran it through all the spit from my mouth coating Uncle Statler’s balls. Then, he reached un- derneath and shoved one or more fat fingers up into Uncle Statler’s asshole. The effect was instantaneous. Uncle Statler began bucking in his chair and fucking his cock harshly into my mouth. He reached down and grabbed the back of my head as he began yelling into the demanding kiss Uncle Jack had him locked into. He shoved past the back of my throat and buried his cock down toward my stomach. My throat spasmed and convulsed around his fat meat as I flailed under the feeling of being choked by big thick uncle-cock. Uncle Statler’s hand flew from the back of my head to the top and grabbed a fistful of my hair. He began slamming me on and off his jerking cock, shoving my throat open on each stroke and pounding the big cock down into my belly. At the same time, his balls let loose as a roar erupted from his chest and loads of thick white-hot cum began blasting inside my mouth. I stuggled, coughed, sputtered, and swallowed the huge flow of cum bursting from his hot fat cock. Over and over he fucked my throat and dumped blast after thick blast of salty cock juice inside me. I gulped and swallowed as he poured more and more cum into me as if it would never stop. His hips kept bucking, Uncle Jack kept twisting his nipple and shoving his fingers inside Uncle Statler’s receptive ass, and through it all dumping more and more of his load into me. When he finally slumped back and Uncle Jack eased away from him, I had cum all over my face, dripping down my neck, and sliding down my chest. My own dick was jerking in my crotch and pressing into the floor in its own pool of cum. I’d shot my load without even realizing it, and without touching it for the second time that evening. The realization reignited fire inside me, and I began nuzzling and milking Uncle Statler’s softening cock with renewed vigor. The loss of some of its hard- ness left it easier for me to manuever and manipulate it. Now knowing I could, I pressed upward and sank his fat floppy cock back down my throat…loving the feel of it filling my mouth and stuffing my throat. “Jack, damn it. We shouldn’t have. He’s just a kid, goddamn it.” Uncle Statler complained angrily. “How many fuckin’ times have you been the one t’ bring up how hot the boy is and how much you’d like t’ get him into bed?” Uncle Jack growled back. “N,’ how old were you when you first took my cock up your ass? Thirteen? Fourteen?” “N,’ look at him…” Uncle Jack pushed away to let Uncle Statler look down his chest to where I was sucking and nursing on his fat meat, still gripping his big tight hairless balls in my hand. “…that boy loves your cock, brother.” Uncle Jack stood and moved around to knock Uncle Statler’s cowboy hat to the floor and press his long fat hard cock across his face. “Now, jus’ shut the fuck up n’ suck my dick, y’ big sexy bastard…” The last said with another low growl. Uncle Statler’s bleary eyes drifted closed as his cock stretched and began hardening in my mouth again as his mouth opened to take Uncle Jack’s big dick inside. Uncle Jack turned his face to look down at me, frosty blue eyes heating up with fire behind them as his gaze roved from my face down my back to my up- turned ass and back again. Staring at me, he pistoned his long thick meat in and out of his brother’s red-bearded mouth…leaving droplets of spit in Uncle Statler’s beard and mustache as he stroked. Soon, he pulled away and moved slowly behind me. Something I couldn’t see passed between them when Uncle Statler’s eyes widened and his mouth opened to say something. A resigned look passed over his eyes as he shut both them and his mouth as if giving in to whatever his brother was about to do. I felt Uncle Jack’s hand reach underneath my dick and then slather my own warm cum across my exposed fourteen year old asshole. The feel of his thick fingers brushing across my hole sent electricity racing from my balls up my spine. I sucked harder on Uncle Statler’s once again rigid fat cock as Uncle Jack reached his other hand up and slid my hard dick and balls backward be- tween my legs. I felt his warm wet mouth slide over my hardon until his nose pressed into my balls at the same time as I choked on a gasp from the sensation of feeling one big thick finger press my tiny asshole open and slide inside. Oh god! Was this what Uncle Statler had felt when Uncle Jack slid his finger/s inside his own asshole? The feeling was new, raw, abrasive, hot, and sexy as all hell. I hated and loved it all at the same time. Part of what lessened the discomfort was that it was my big, handsome, rough uncle behind me stuffing that meaty finger inside my ass. Two other parts were having Uncle Statler’s cock stuffed down my throat and Uncle Jack’s mouth chewing away on my hard dick. I groaned deeply as the need to cum again washed over me. Even though I’d just shot my second load, my dick already ached with need for release again. I pushed back, trying to sink more of my dick into Uncle Jack’s furry wet mouth and more of that thick finger up inside me. “Oh fuck…” Uncle Statler groaned. I looked up to find him staring down with depraved heat covering his features as he manipulated one of the nipples on his own chest. I gasped on his cock as Uncle Jack pushed another finger up inside my hole, the additional stretch making me feel faint…yet still soaring inside with the sensation of my big uncle opening my ass up. The realization of what was ul- timately coming slowly dawned on me as heat rushed through me at the thought of it. Uncle Jack was going to fuck me. Oh man! I dove onto Uncle Statler’s cock, sucking, slurping, and forcing it down my throat. I gyrated my hips against Uncle Jack’s hand as he stuffed a third finger up inside me and sucked even harder on my stiff teenage dick. Just when I was about to careen over the edge and shoot my third load into my uncle’s hot mouth, he pulled back and repositioned himself behind me. I felt the blunt head of his cock at the gateway to my ass…nudging, pulsing, and pushing. He just held it there, neither pulling away nor pushing inside. He was driving me nuts with the pressure against my hole just vacated by his three rough fingers. I wanted him. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him buried deep and stretching me out. At the same time, I was scared. But, that fear only seemed to make me hotter for having his huge cock inside me. I pushed back. I pushed back and felt my asshole open over the head of his cock as it pushed inside. I felt my assring snap behind the head as a slight dull pain coursed through me. I pulled away, but he followed me. I let Uncle Statler’s cock fall from my mouth and climbed my way up his chest until his hard thick cock was pressing into my stomach and his rugged bearded handsome face was just inches from my own. I stared up at him, silently begging for something I couldn’t identify. He slid his arms around my back and pulled me into a deep comforting kiss as Uncle Jack slowly slid inch after inch of his massive cock up into my struggling tight young ass. I groaned and cried at the enormity of it as Uncle Statler probed my mouth with his fat tongue and hugged me posessively. His big calloused hands stroked my back as his beard scraped my face and his mouth took over my own. “Oh fuck, Teddy…” Uncle Statler pulled my head down to his chest and then dipped his down to recapture my mouth. Uncle Jack began stroking my back as he eased his cock back out of me. I felt so loved, so safe, so wanted, and so hot nestled tightly between the two of these big, rough, and rugged burly men. I felt like this must be what doing drugs must feel like. It was as if I was soaring on a hot wet cloud of sweat and hairy muscle. Uncle Jack’s massive cock up inside me left me feeling like my whole body was a tight sleeve for that huge meat and that his fucking of my ass rode out through every inch of me. Uncle Jack shoved back inside, forcing my ass to stretch tight and hard around his gristly cock. Every texture of that big bulky meat seemed to set the nerve endings around and inside my ass in fire. It felt as if flames were licking at my insides as he straightened out the tunnel of my ass with his long fat cock and buried it into the hilt. He withdrew again, and then thrust back inside with more power and need than before. He stretched over me and pressed his face in between Uncle Statler’s and my own. Both of us attacked Uncle Jack’s tongue when he slid it out to join our kiss. The three of us groaned in unison as Uncle Jack pulled his fat cock out of my ass and then slammed it back inside. All three of us jerked with the impact and our threeway kiss began becoming more hot and desperate in our battling tongues and demanding lips. So, this was what it felt like to get fucked! Oh god….I was in heaven! Uncle Jack’s cock was doing crazy things to my insides…shoving them around, rearranging, thrusting them apart, and slamming deep into my belly. I could feel the sweat pouring off me and Uncle Statler as I slid back and forth across his hairy chest, stomach, and fat rigid cock. It was as if Uncle Statler’s cock pressed into my stomach from the outside while Uncle Jack’s pressed outward from the inside, meeting with only my skin separating the two massive slabs of hard cock. Uncle Jack’s overly hairy chest and stomach scraped back and forth across my back, and the wiry hair on his legs sandpapered the back of my thighs and smooth ass. The sensation was fiery, hot, and electric as the bigger man fucked my tight young asshole for the first time in my life. His sweat and mine poured off of us, frothing in the hair of his body and streaming down my sides to mix with Uncle Statler’s. Harder and harder, Uncle Jack fucked me. Harder and harder, the three of us kissed and sucked at each others’ lips and tongues. More and more furiously, I slid back and forth over Uncle Statler’s big cock branding my stomach as Uncle Jack began demolishing my asshole with his own mammoth horse cock. “Oh please!!! Pleeeeeease!!!!” I cried, tears now pouring down my face from the intense pleasure wracking through my whole body. I needed to cum again. I felt like I would lose my mind if I didn’t. The feel of both those two huge cocks, one crashing in and out of my tender ass while the other arched into my stomach from the outside, left me feeling as if I was owned by those two massive rancher cowboy cocks. Uncle Jack pulled back and grabbed my hips with a demanding iron grip from his two big rough hands. He began pulling all the way out and then busting past my assring to slam deep into my guts. The impact threw me on and off off Uncle Statler’s chest and lap as I cried, “Ohhhhhhhhhh godddddd!!!!” “Oh yeah, Jack, fuck him. FUCK HIM!!!!” Uncle Statler yelled and then grabbed my head to shove his cock back down my throat as the first blast of cum raced up the thick shaft and exploded inside my mouth. Jets of cum spew- from the sides of my mouth and into the tangle of sweaty red curls surrounding the base of Uncle Statler’s fat meat as I gagged and swallowed at his thick load. Uncle Jack began rising to his feet, taking me with him without breaking the stride of his deep fucking that huge cock into the depths of my ass. I stum- bled each time he barreled into me, finally losing contact with Uncle Statler’s spewing cock as another thick jet of cum coated the inside of my mouth. I held it there and washed my tongue through it as Uncle Jack slammed me further and further across Uncle Statler’s reclined body. I was straddling the big man with my dick only inches from his face when my own load began bursting from my prick. Uncle Statler dove onto my dick and began swallowing every drop as Uncle Jack began roaring from behind me. “AAAAGGHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH FUCK FUCK AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!” He began slamming into me brutally, shoving the cum from my dick as his own began splashing against the innner walls of my ass. Uncle Statler pulled off my erupting dick, taking my load all over his face, “FUCK ME, JACK!!! WRECK MY HOLE, BROTHER! HURT ME, MAN, HURT ME !!!!” Uncle Jack jerked his cock from my aching sloppy hole and pulled Uncle Statler’s legs up behind mine. Bending his knees, he slammed his huge cock up into Uncle Statler’s unprepared asshole and received a guttural scream from his brother as Uncle Statler’s cock began spewing cum up onto my stomach. Even though he’d cum only a minute ago for the second time, he still splattered shot after shot of thick cum onto my stomach at the same time as his brother fucked the last shots of his own load up into Uncle Statler’s rammed open ass. The last of our loads dribbling from the ends of two big adult cocks and one teenage dick, we slowly collapsed on top of each other in a pile of men, sweat, and cum. The air was thick with it and the sounds of heaving chests. With my head in his lap on top of his fat softening cock, I slid my arms around Uncle Statler’s waist at the same time as Uncle Jack slid his up my back and joined mine in pressing the three of us tightly together. It wasn’t yet midnight, but it was already the start of a whole new year. (To be continued.) 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