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Uncle's Lesson
by Cuckarama (no address provided)
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A Senior in High School goes to live with his mom's
sister during his parent's breakup and divorce. Due to
raging hormones he snoops around the house while his
aunt and uncle are away and discovers sex toys. He soon
gets caught acting out by his uncle who teaches him a
lesson. (MM, teen, 1st-gay-expr, oral, anal)
***
In '91' during my senior year of high school my folks
split up. The whole thing was a mess, with me being sent
off to relatives while my mom took my younger siblings
to the gulf coast to stay with her parents. They sold
the house and Dad moved to be with his new future 'ex-
wife' outside of Dallas.
Since I am older by about 7 years, and was in high
school I did not want to leave town in my last year. No
way did I want to be sent off to someplace I did not
know, and be the 'new kid' loser.
With no other options I was forced to go stay at my
mom's sister, 'Aunt Margie' out on a farm roughly 18
miles away from anything, and 30 miles from my school.
It was not a great situation, and I was not happy with
either of my parent's recent choices. To make things
worse my Aunt Margie and her husband 'Uncle' Bob were
infamous in the community as hardcore bible toting
zealots.
The 'footloose' variety of swift water Baptists that
don't dance, see movies, or have fun other than Sunday
picnics. They were so hardcore that mom and Aunt did not
speak for 3 years prior when the youngest of my Aunts 3
daughters moved in with her college boyfriend, and got
preggos. My mom had told her to 'chill out and stop
being such a bitch'. It was a monster fight, and ended
in my Aunt leaving yelling about 'praying' for the
children in such a house, and my Mom slamming the door
behind her.
Looking back I am certain it was a painful call for my
mom when she asked if I could come live with them for
the majority of my senior year. It was also a moral
victory for my Aunt who had predicted the event years
earlier.
So it came to pass that I packed up and moved in with my
empty nest Aunt and Uncle early that fall. I was given
my Cousin Jenny's room in the corner of the basement
since she had been married with k**s and living a few
hours away for almost a decade now.
I quickly hung posters, threw my stuff about, and made
myself a nest the way teenage boys generally do. My Aunt
complained regularly they will have to 'wall the door
shut to keep the stink from spreading' when I move out.
Life was pretty mundane with the holidays rolling by, a
few trips to see my Mom and Dad. Their house was filled
with the girls, kids, and loser son-in-laws for the
month of November and December it seemed, but then it
all went quiet again.
My Aunt busied herself with church functions almost
daily that spring. They were working with the local
women's shelters in the area, and she got pretty wrapped
up in fixing up an old farm house donated a town over as
a safe house. She was gone most of the time, and my
Uncle was always puttering around the various buildings,
barns, and sheds full of equipment on property.
He had stopped real farming long ago when they drilled
10 wells on his land and only did enough to keep him out
of the house most days. With little or no supervision,
and no cable TV, I spent a good bit of the time whacking
off when not in town at school or hanging out with
friends. I had always had an 'underwear' fetish, and
been going into my mom's panty drawer for years at this
point.
With all the turmoil of my parent's divorce the urges
combined with teen hormones seems nonstop. It was not
long before I was going through my cousin's old things,
wearing panties and stockings under my clothes on
numerous occasions. I had snooped in my aunts drawers,
but her staunch ways did not even allow for decent
underwear, just big cotton things that were pretty much
the same as guys minus the barn door.
One evening while my Aunt and Uncle were at a church
function I was snooping my Cousin Sarah's room, the
youngest wild girl of the three daughters. In the back
of her closet I noticed a loose floor board under some
boxes, and lifted it up to see under.
It was like the movies with a stash of items dust
covered and tucked in there from Sarah's younger days.
There were a couple of diaries with just the first few
pages filled with teenage dribble, some naughty Polaroid
shots of her in pretty crazy positions wearing almost
nothing, a set of big anal beads, and an old vibrating
dildo with no batteries.
I had played with my butt more than once; using a well
Vaseline'd two finger combo while jacking off in
stockings and some of my mom's heels, but had never had
much more up there.
Dying to try it out I quickly abandoned my snooping and
fled to the basement grabbing the petroleum jelly on the
way by the upstairs medicine cabinet. I lubed up the
beads and slowly worked them in, feeling that initial
pain, and then intense pleasure once the tight hole
relaxed. I did the same with the old 8-inch dildo, but
it was more than I could handle and uncomfortable
causing tears to well in my eyes when I first got it
past the small entrance to my ass.
Over the next few weeks I had added a set of anal beads
to my panties, hose, or stockings I would wear under my
clothes. I even wore them a few times to dinner with my
Aunt and Uncle in town, and to one of their friend's
houses. I loved the way they made me feel full, and
stimulated me while I casually strolled around the farm
or out on errands.
Just after valentines, one Saturday, while my Aunt was
gone working on the 'charity house' and my uncle was off
doing whatever it was that he did. I decided to bust out
my toys and play. I got on some white stockings I had
bought on a trip to see my dad in Dallas, along with a
little white silk thong that had tiny cherries on them.
I had some nice 3 inch heels with ankle straps that were
my cousin's from prom a decade prior. I also had an old
skirt/blouse combo found in box of Sarah's things.
I take after my dad's side and am only 5'6" and 150lbs.
I was a small 135lbs my senior year, so everything of my
cousins fit me perfectly since they are more of the
traditional farm girl types. I have to say I looked hot
in that little skirt, and always got super horny by the
time I fastened the tiny straps on her shoes.
I took the lube out and sat on the edge of the bed
working my little butthole, and slowly sucking on the
dildo. I killed more than a few afternoons like this and
had only been at it just over 20 minutes when I heard a
loud cracking noise, and looked up to see Uncle Bob had
opened the bedroom door just staring at me. He had his
hand on the door knob, but by the look on his face had
clearly been there a while, and was startled by the
noise as he stepped on a CD case entering the room to
get a better view. The cracking case had made him freeze
and pulled me out of my masturbation bliss to an
incredibly awkward moment.
Me laying there, ass in the air with one of 5 anal beads
hanging out, 4 inches of dildo in my mouth, and dressed
in stockings, cherry panties, and my cousin's heels from
prom 10 years prior. It was one of those big record
player screeches and the whole of time seemed to slow to
a crawl.
I locked up, dildo in hand just staring at my Uncles
large frame in the doorway. 1000 things ran through my
head in seconds, and I was convinced I would be hitch
hiking to Dallas with an embarrassing conversation
awaiting me. Thanksgivings would be forever ruined, as
the anal bead k** passed the turkey and stuffing.
I jumped in to movement, and flew to a stance next to
the on the opposite side from the door, anal beads still
in my ass. Dropping the dildo beside the bed I began
moving my mouth and trying to stammer out some sort of
explanation.
Mostly it was just, "Ah, ah, ah, I, uh, uh, I, ah, uh,
uh..." dripping from my pie hole, but no substance at
all. I was brain dead, flat lined, and unable to summon
more than a monkey's vocabulary.
My Uncle deep southern voice broke the air with a
booming "Stop now!" He lifted his open palmed hands as
if he was trying to talk a jumper from a ledge.
Slowly he began "Just what do you think you are doing
boy?"
Dumbfounded I looked back at him. I was clearly wearing
girl clothes and playing doctor with myself, but could
only muster the kid answer of "I dunno." The feeble
response was followed by an exaggerated shoulder shrug.
It was at this point I notice my Uncle Bob's massive
hard-on showing through the front of this overalls. It
was probably a good nine inches, with a wet spot of pre-
cum showing through already. Apparently he had been
there longer than I had thought, and it aroused his
monster trouser snake. It looked like he had a hammer in
his overalls and it was about to shove through the
front.
He caught me zeroed in on his bulge. Seeing that I was
clearly fixated on the recent added element to what was
already a strange afternoon. "You do this a lot?" asking
in a lower toned whisper of a voice.
"I guess so," I said back.
"You like dressing like that?" He again used the very
quiet tone.
I muttered, "Yeah, I guess I do."
Uncle Bob began to walk around the edge of the bed
towards me. "Turn around." Leaning to the side, "What do
you have going on back there?"
I hung my head and slowly turned around. Knowing my
Uncle would get a full view of remaining bright pink
anal beads hanging between my ass cheeks just to the
side of the little cherry covered thong. I looked at the
floor, thinking this was going to be a pretty shitty
situation when my Aunt got home.
Looking down it dawned on me in that moment 'My Uncle
has a boner!' He was excited by the site of me sucking
and fucking myself.' I thought 'Holy crap his dick is
huge!' I was still semi hard from playing with myself,
but felt the blood almost gush to my little dick at this
revelation.
Uncle Bob was behind me then and reached down to the end
of the string hanging from the anal beads. He got very
quite, and I began to get nervous. Thinking "He may be
even madder it made his dick hard!"
I was sure I was screwed when he grabbed the hanging
anal bead firmly with his fingers and seemed to tense
up. I was looking at the wall still, and began to turn
when his massive hand clasped firmly on the back of my
neck. With my neck in one hand and the anal bead in the
other he quickly cocked me over the edge of the dresser
next to my bed.
The things on the dresser were spilled left and right in
a big crash as he pinned me down. I moved my hands
trying to grasp his wrist to free myself, but it was of
little use. Uncle Bob is 6' 4" and almost 300 lbs,
strong as a horse, and did not even slow at my feeble
attempts to stay his hand.
Pushing me hard against the dressed I could feel his
massive boner up against my ass. I would feel the wet
spot of pre-cum, cool, and sticky on my skin. I was
expecting him to rip the beads from my ass, then begin
kicking my teeth in, and there was not shit I could do
about it. I squealed and squirmed, but he held me down
and shoved me higher on the dresser so my feet were tip
toe touching the floor.
Suddenly with a turn of his wrist I felt the anal bead
in his fingers pushed tight on my little lubed hole. He
held it there while I wiggled in surprise, waiting for
me to become still and stop fighting.
"Relax, just relax," he whispered slowly. "I won't hurt
you."
Relieved, but still pinned hard, and feeling his cock on
my backside I tried to calm myself while he applied more
pressure on the little ball of plastic at my anus. With
a little push he popped the bead inside me, followed by
his very thick thumb. It felt amazing as he slowly
worked his thumb back and forth in my ass. I could feel
his big knuckle as it pushed past the small entrance and
then pulled back.
I was already well lubed, but this seemed to heat things
up quickly. Uncle Bob used his thumb, then one, two
fingers to plunge my tight ass. My eyes rolled back in
my head as I began to moan with every push. I could hear
the clasps on Uncle Bob's overalls coming undone, and
the top hitting my back as he moved to let them fall to
the ground.
His traditional white boxers were soaking through, and
felt wet as they slide past my legs, and landed in a
pile on the floor with his overalls, and boots. I felt
the heat of his cock touching my ass, and pushing up
under the lifted part of the little cherry thong. Using
the pre-cum from his cock, Uncle Bob continued to lube
my asshole until it was slick and smooth. His fingers
were fucking me quickly while I made little noises as he
pushed all the way to the bottom knuckle of his middle
finger with all 5 of the beads still inside me.
In a very swift tug Uncle Bob pulled his finger, and
then the beads, pop, pop, pop, pop, and pop! in an
explosion of pleasure that made me quiver and almost
pass out. Releasing my neck he pulled my hip to him with
the head of his cock touching my little ass pussy.
Gently he would push, then back off, push again a little
more, and then back off until his mushroom head was
about to enter me.
As Uncle Bob slide for the first time in my cherry ass I
let out a high yelp like a dog that had been stepped on.
I had never felt so full, and he had abandoned the slow
back and forth technique which allowed him entrance. Now
that he was in the door he pushed hard and drove until
he was balls deep inside me.
"Oh my god!" I screamed as he held his monster cock in
me, deep as he could manage, for a full 30 seconds. I
could not keep my breath as Uncle Bob began to fuck me
long and slow with full strokes of his big shaft. Every
time he pushed so deep it seemed to f***e the air from
my lungs, and I would moan loud.
Faster and faster he picked up speed, but never
shortened his stroke. My Uncle was smacking his hips
against my ass with that unmistakable 'slap, slap, slap'
sound ringing over my screams. He was going like he was
a man thirsty from the desert, and planned on drinking
his fill.
I could feel the sweat on his body running down to my
stocking tops. The clicking sound of my heels with every
thrust against the bottom of my cousin's old dresser was
like a metronome to Uncle Bob's cock lead masterpiece.
The panties pulled well to one side and soaked with my
own sweat and pre-cum as he pounded stroke after stoke
to the root of his shaft.
All of these things overwhelmed me, and without warning
I started to cum in the front of my pretty panties until
it spilled from around the edges and down the front of
the top drawer. I bucked when it happened, and squealed
wildly. I had never felt anything like it, and was awash
in the intense pleasure shaking from head to toe.
Uncle Bob began to grunt and make deep animal like
noises as I was still shaking from my own orgasm. His
cock seemed to swell thicker and thicker in my ass as he
continued driving hard. With a loud grunt and three long
slow thrusts I could feel Uncle Bobs cock pumping my ass
full of his hot cum. I could feel it shoot up in me, and
feel the heat radiating with every flex of his giant
mushroom headed prick.
Slowly he came to a stop inside me, letting every last
drop seed me. His massive had running up and down my
legs, grabbing one of my heels pushing me hard into the
dresser again and finishing with 5 giant final thrusts.
He pulled out, and dropped onto the bed next to us with
his large pole still throbbing and red, but looking
quite relieved by its work.
I could feel his cum dripping from me, and down the
insides of my legs as I let myself down from on top of
the dresser. I could not really stand, and weakly
dropped down next to him on the bed. Worn-out by my
amazing experience my Uncle had provided me I fell fast
asleep there next to him.
*
We slept like that for almost two hours, both of us too
weak to move from where we fell to the bed. As my Uncle
got up and began to dress himself, his cock still
sticky, leaned over, and kissed me with his tongue "This
is our little secret, right Missy?" followed by a smack
on the ass.
Missy? He called me Missy! That silly name turned me on
so much I was wet in seconds, and I agreed it would be
best to not share with anyone the fun we had.
My Uncle finished cleaning up, and went back up stairs
leaving me spent on the bed. I could hear the shower
running upstairs, and I beat off again thinking of how
big and beautiful his dick was.
*
The rest of school went pretty much the same with my
Uncle fucking me limp every time my Aunt left the house.
I kept in tune with her schedule, and would dress up in
his favorite outfits in the downstairs bathroom while
she was getting ready to go upstairs. There were times
she was in the driveway pulling out; he would already
have his dick in my mouth or ass.
As I got ready to go away to college that summer we were
going at it in the barn while my Aunt was inside making
dinner. I would be eating at the table with her
husband's cum running out of my ass into the panties he
had bought me. With her talking about how 'Nice it's
been that Robert and I get on so well.'
Uncle Bob would just grin and say 'Missy is not too bad
to have around.' Making my Aunt think it was a joke
calling me that.
Over the years there have been, holidays, fishing trips,
family vacations, and I help on the farm every now and
then. We always find time to play, and he always has
something planned.
END
Author's Site: http://xhamster.com/user/Cuckarama
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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