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We landed at the airport, no-one was waiting for me, eventually I asked and there was a message to get a taxi and go home. When I got there, there was no-one in, the house was dark and empty. Eventually my Mum turned up with a half hearted apology. We went in and she showed me my room. I even had to make the bed myself. What a welcome--I knew it was going to be a long four weeks.

However, there was a letter from Uncle Pat. I read it eagerly, and it was full of coded messages...the house feels empty; I am missing you already. Keep up the exercises, jerk off slowly. I will have a warm welcome home for you; I will fuck you senseless.

We visited various improving sights, but the only improving sight I wanted was Uncle Pat's cock, and his warm voice calling me Son as he fucked me.

The four weeks dragged by. I jerked off slowly as I had been taught, and rubbed the cum onto my chest to see if I could get hairy like Uncle Pat, but it didn't seem to work. What did seem to work was playing with my nipples, and whenever I got the chance I pulled and twisted them, stretching them away from my chest, and they did seem to grow bigger, but my hands were a poor substitute for Uncle Pat's rough fingers and teeth. At last the four weeks were over, and I took a taxi to the airport by myself (Mum too busy again), checked in and waited until take off. On the plane I fell asleep, which made the time pass quickly, then the engine pitch changed and we were landing.

Uncle Pat was waiting for me, and the first thing I noticed was that he had grown a short beard to go with his moustache. “I like your beard,” I said and he smiled wickedly, and said that I would like it even more when we got home. I knew what he meant; his new beard would be teasing and exciting my arse lips.

His greeting was restrained at the airport, but his strong arm around my shoulder squeezing me powerfully told me all I needed to know. As we passed a restroom, he told me I had best go before the journey, and then whispered to me to take my underpants off while I was there, he would look after the luggage.

“What about you?” I asked.

“Haven't any on!” he replied and licked his lips suggestively. Once in the car, he gripped my head and kissed me; four weeks of longing showing in the force of his kiss, bruising my lips as his tongue raped my mouth. I knew when we got home the loving would be special.

I had expected the journey to seem slow, but his fingers were soon in my pants, groping my welcoming arse, while I bent my head into his lap and lovingly swallowed and sucked his cock. I wondered if it had grown! “That's right Son, Love Daddy's cock, and soon Daddy's cock will love you.”

Darkness had fallen as the journey continued and we passed a sign for a rest stop ten miles ahead. “We need to stop there Son,” he said.

I said that he should have had a piss at the airport like me.

“No Son, it's not a piss I need, my cock needs your arse and I can't wait till we get home. Quick, get your clothes off, and get my cock nice and wet as I've no lube with me.”

As soon as we pulled into the rest stop, Uncle Pat dragged me out of the car, shoved me over the front and in one thrust buried his hot throbbing meat deep into my arse in one stroke right to the hilt. I cried out in pain, but he took no notice and rough-fucked me brutally until I was dizzy. No loving words, no gentle foreplay, just raw urgent lust and need as he powered his way into me again and again, thrusting violently to get the relief that only my arse could give him.

“That's right Son, take Daddy's cock. Daddy needs his boy's tight arse so much. Fucking sweet arse, Son, take my cock, take my cum.”

His thrusting grew even more violent and he convulsed and bucked as he unloaded weeks of cum into my arse, shoving me up the front of the car as he did so, creaming my love tube as he savagely fucked me deeper and deeper with every stroke, scratching my back, biting my shoulders, and gripping me so tightly that I knew I would have some bruises. My raped and ravaged arse got some relief from the gallons of cum he'd forced into my gut, but the rim was burning hot and my guts felt as if they had been ripped apart.

At last the thrusting eased off. “That was the best fuck ever, Son. I'm sorry if I hurt you but I needed you so bad. I couldn't wait till we got home.”

Despite the pain, I was thrilled that he loved me so much, and when he withdrew from my ripped arse, I could see his steaming cock, streaked with blood and cum and he directed my head to clean him up with my tongue. It seemed strange to see my own blood on his cock, but I licked him clean and then I sat on my clothes as we drove the rest of the journey home. “Daddy'll show you some real loving when we get home. That was just a starter as I couldn't wait so long.”

We arrived at the house and drove straight into the garage, and went indoors. Uncle Pat drew the shades in my room and put the light on, and then we went into our bedroom. He kissed me fiercely again, invading my mouth with his urgent tongue, and as he did so he was taking his clothes off. He laid me on the bed and dipped his fingers into a jar of milky liquid by the bed, and slathered it on my arse lips and it soothed me.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Cum,” he replied. “Every time I jerked off while you were away, I saved it in the freezer for my boy so you could have all of Daddy's cum.” He dipped his fingers in again, and eased them into my ripped arse, which swallowed them hungrily, soothing and lubricating my love tube for the next assault. He slathered his cock with more of the cum, and gave me his fingers to suck and lick the special cum off.

He raised my legs over his shoulders, “Welcome Home Son!”and in one stroke rammed his insatiable cock right to the root.

“Welcome Home Daddy! You don't know how much I have needed your cock in me, and although it hurt at the rest stop, I wanted to be your boy for you to fuck when you wanted me. Your love for me made it so good.”

“Oh Son, now you know how much Daddy has wanted you.” Even if I hadn't known, he showed me as he fucked me again like a wild animal, gripping my shoulders to stop me sliding up the bed, biting me again and again, twisting my nipples until they cried for relief, kissing me fiercely, biting everywhere, and all the time he thrust deeply and wild into my bowels, his cock swelling within me as he made me his own, riding me hard with the force of his coupling, and when we both came together, the thrusts and force of his orgasm shoved me up the bed, while I jetted cum all over, coating his body and all the hair so it was matted. I could feel his cock in my arse, slippery with all the cum, but still hard and urgent for raw sex with me.

“Oh Son, I hope I haven't hurt my boy.”

“Daddy, yes it hurt, but I wanted you so bad I needed you and the hurt was wonderful. I loved it at the rest stop when you were so rough, it was so thrilling.”

“So you like it rough, Son?” he questioned.

“Yes, but with you Daddy because I know you love me.”

We rested for a little while, and then he started moving within me again. “You like a rough fuck do you Son? I'll give you a rough fuck,” and he started to force his cock deeper into my gut, the strokes wild with passion, his hands gripping me pulling me and biting then his lips around my nipples, savaging them with his teeth until they too were bleeding, and all the time I gripped him urging him further, hammering on his back, then he started pulling out completely, pausing at the rim, and then hammering home. I cried out as I came again, but he didn't even pause in mid stroke, but raped my bleeding arse, until he came again with me, and we convulsed together on the bed, our fluids leaking and spraying about. He withdrew, panting with the exertion, dipped his fingers into the jar of cum and shoved them up my arse. “You're ready for this now Son,” he said. “This time it's Daddy's fist.”

“No Daddy,” I cried but he took no notice and worked his fingers in. At first just three fingers, reaming my arse, stretching the lips still further, then four and then his thumb joined them, and I knew my arse would never be the same again. Curiously I remembered how I had always loved Daddy's big hands, now they were invading my wrecked arse as he flexed the muscles in his hand and then slipped within me.

I had expected agonizing pain, but instead it felt wonderful. My lips closed over his wrist and I could feel his fingers exploring within me until they located my prostate, triggering sensations I had never experienced. He bent down to take my cock in his mouth and as he sucked his fingers tweaked and played with my nut deep in my bowels, and I came again, an intense orgasm. I couldn't produce much cum, but the orgasm continued, exquisite sensations torturing my body until I fell limp against the sheets, and as he withdrew his great hand I could swear I heard a plop as my arse lips closed.

“That was your first fisting Son. I guess you liked it.” But I was too far exhausted to answer, so he reached for the jar of cum and helped me sit up so we could share his love juices between us.