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My Favourite Uncle, Part 3
by EY Bear
I realised that all my cum from my chest and belly was now smeared onto his hairy chest and belly, so I apologised and said I would get a damp cloth to clean him up. No need he said, just use your tongue! So I licked him clean, kissing him every time I got a full mouthful of cum so we could share the taste.
Now it's my turn said Uncle pat. Let's see if you have remembered your lesson. I started carefully, kissing him and licking and then nibbling his ear-lobes, and then opening my mouth so he could invade my mouth with his tongue, while my fingers ran through the thick hair on his chest, brushing against the nipples from time to time, and then focusing on them teasing them and licking and chewing them. They stood erect and swollen, engorged with blood, and made mine feel inadequate.
He guided my head down until and I licked and lovred his belly with all the curly hair, and I was about to take his cock in my hands when he moved the mm away and directed me to hold his great heavy balls. They are so heavy Uncle Pat I said. Yes, I've been saving my cum too. As I caressed his balls, Uncle Pat played with my nipples again, and they really did look as though they were getting bigger.
“Have you ever tasted pre-cum?” he asked me and I said no. “Try it, just run your tongue over the head and see if you like it.”
I did so, and I liked it, and noted that it was saltier than my cum. Ease the foreskin up and down a bit he said, and so I did, milking the great swollen cock of the pre-cum, clear and stringy, and I lapped it up. That's right Son, lick up Daddy's precum. Now turn round and stand over me, one leg either side of the bench with your back to me, and bend down slightly. I did as I was told, and then he instructed me to hold his cock lightly, and ease the foreskin up and down very slowly. As I did so, he moved my legs and took my balls into his mouth and started rolling them around, and I could feel his hot breath on my arsehole, where it gently tickled. “Carry on slowly, and if you make a mistake I'll bite your balls off!” he admonished.
This was a new Uncle Pat to me, very dominant and I loved the feeling of being controlled by him. He released my balls and then made me sit on his face and he licked around my arsehole. What a feeling! Then he eased his tongue into my hole, the bristles of his moustache tickling and pricking me finding nerves I never even knew I had. It felt so good that I stopped jerking him off, but a sharp tap reminded me of what i was supposed to be doing, and I happily went back to my task.
Now put your lips around my cock head he told me, “No teeth! And speed up slightly.”
His tongue went deeper into my arse and I knew then that I wanted Uncle Pat to fuck me. I licked his cock head, and then he warned me that he was going to cum, and not to spill a drop of precious cum. Moments later he started bucking and convulsing under me, and roughly shoved a finger up my arse, so that I too started spasming as I came again. His cum flooded my mouth, and there was too much for me to swallow, and some dribbled out onto his fur, so he dipped a finger into it and shoved it up my arse again, using his cum as lube. As fast as I tried to swallow, he still kept coming and then told me to get a good mouthful and kiss him. This I did.
We shared his rich thick cum between us, his cock still pulsing in my arse crack, and our climax was a warm and loving communion of love
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