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My Favourite Uncle, Part 5
by EY Bear
“Are you ready for the second round, Son?” he asked, “You'll enjoy this a whole lot more as you've stretched a bit and it won't hurt as much this time.”
“Oh Daddy, fuck your boy again,” I begged.
“For you Son, anything,” and he started to move deep within me, stirring my innards and grinding his cock against my arse-lips stretching them further.
“This'll be the fuck of a lifetime, Son,” he said and started thrusting in and out, each stroke slow and getting longer and then he came out altogether.
“Oh what's happened?” I cried out, but he rammed home, his massive cock thrusting right to the root. Again and again I got the full length of his manhood, bludgeoning my prostate with every stroke and raising me to new levels of excitement. There was no let up to his steady movement, in and out, but slowly speeding up. The cum he had unloaded acted as lube at first, but as it got absorbed my love tube got stickier and the friction greater.
“You'll be cumming again soon, Son,” he said, “and so will I. Let me know how you're doing.” He was right, the constant rasping of his swollen throbbing cock-head against my brutalised prostate was driving me towards another orgasm, and before I could let him know, I was wracked with another violent orgasm, my anal muscles tightening onto his cock, and seconds later, he joined me in climax, thrusting violently within me, hot spurts of thick cum jetting into my guts, my arse muscles spasming as I shot my load spurt after spurt, and he matched my jerks as he too loosed volleys of cum.
At last we recovered; Uncle Pat fell on to me, covering my face and neck with kisses. “Time to clean up,” he said, but I wanted to stay there for ever, his cock safely in the depths of my love tube.
“I've still got a treat for you,” he said, and withdrew from me. I had felt wonderfully full with his cock, but now I felt empty and abandoned.
“First lick Daddy clean,” he instructed and I happily did so, licking all the cum off his fur, sharing it with him in our kisses, moving down to his cock, still dribbling cum and I licked all the cum off his steamy cock, mixed with the love juices from my arse, kissing again to share the taste. When he was clean, he cleaned me, starting on my arse licking and sucking all the cum and juices from my arse and now he shared them with me in our kisses. He rubbed his moustache over my arse lips, red swollen and tender from the violent fucking they had had, and it both hurt as I was so sore, but felt wonderful too.
He moved to my cock, licking it clean and rubbing the bristles of his moustache over the sensitive helmet, my cock lips were swollen and tender from the many ejaculations. Suddenly he took the whole of my cock in his mouth, his tongue almost playing a symphony, and started humming, so the vibrations in his throat stimulated me even further.
I warned him, “I'm going to cum again Daddy,” and I shot the third blast of cum just as Daddy roughly shoved a finger up my arse and dug his nail into my prostate. He sucked and swallowed as I bucked with the force of orgasm and the effects of his finger, and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted with the passion. He released me and rubbed his moustache over my cock lips again, as I squirmed in ecstasy, and got his moustache covered in my cum, which I eagerly licked off. I slept in his bed for the first time that night, his arms wrapped around me, holding me safe.
The next morning I woke to feel Uncle Pat's hard cock pressing against my arse, his hairy body tight against my back, and his breath warm on my neck.
“Good Morning Son. Are you ready for more of Daddy's loving?” With that his cock, thick hard and hungry for arse eased against my swollen cock lips and entered its welcoming home. “Oh Son, I love you so much,” and pausing at the lips he forced his cock in to my arse, right to the hilt.
“Oh Daddy I love you and I love your big hungry cock. Fuck me, fuck me, and fuck me all day.”
Uncle pat fucked me at every opportunity, and I was amazed at his stamina. After our early morning fuck, we had a shower, and no sooner had I got his cock soaped up than he bent me over against the tiles and powered his cock into me. We kept the shades down, and wore no clothes so wherever we were in the house, there was nothing to stop our lovemaking. If I bent over, his cock was there, thrusting as though there were no tomorrow. His hands tortured my nipples until they were raw and bleeding, and when we ate, I sat on his pulsing cock, and he moved slowly in my love tube.
I lost count of the times he fucked me, but by the time we had to go to the airport, my arse was bleeding from being roughly fucked so many times, and cum and love juices trickled down my legs. I had to clean up and shower again for the journey, but Uncle Pat just came in the shower and fucked me hard again. To be fair, his hairy body was matted with cum from my orgasms, and he refused to shower it off as he said he wanted to keep it as a memory of our lovemaking.
As we went to the airport, I begged him not to forget his boy, and he assured me that he would think of me every day, and to be ready for a real lovemaking on my return. “Only four weeks,” he said, “and I'll be fucking you again.”
He kissed me goodbye in the car, in private, my face and lips bruised from the passion of his love, and then I entered the airport for the long flight home.
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