“Good morning,” my Uncle Leo greeted me, his scruffy face resting upon a balled up pillow as I awoke from a drunken stupor. We were in his bed, Leo’s muscular, hairy body nearly pressed against me. “That was quite a wild night,” Leo smiled deviously, arching an eyebrow. “You’re probably gonna be walking funny for a few days.”
What the fuck was happening? Had I just been fucked by my hot, studly uncle? And had I been too drunk to remember it?
“How—how did I get here?” I asked, my head split in half with a raging hangover, my hole sore and throbbing. “Did we have sex? When I was drunk?”
“Absolutely not,” Leo answered sternly. “I would never take advantage of you like that. I brought you home from Club Spurt when you were totally shitfaced.”
“Wait—I don’t remember seeing you at Club Spurt last night. Were you there, too?”
“No,” Leo began. “The bouncer called me at 2 am to come get you. I was listed as the emergency contact in your phone. He found you passed out drunk in the men’s room at closing, your pants around your ankles, cum dripping from your gaping hole. How many cocks did you take in there?”
“I—I don’t remember exactly,” I stammered, embarrassed by my cum dump ways. “I know it was several guys. Please promise you won’t tell my parents. You know Dad would kill me.”
“Don’t worry,” Leo assured me. “Your secret is safe with me. I used to do stupid shit like that too when I was your age.”
“You used to let guys fuck you in men’s rooms?”
“No,” Leo laughed. “I was usually one of the guys fucking some slutty dude in a men’s room.”
“Of course,” I punched him in the arm playfully. “You’re such a fucking stud.”
“Whatever,” my uncle blushed.
Having a gay uncle was kind of like having a fairy godmother. Before I even came out to my parents, I had gone to Uncle Leo for guidance and support. The fact that he was sexy as fuck, and the object of my fantasies since I was old enough to jack off, was merely a bonus.
When it came to questions about hookups, relationships, or the detailed mechanics of gay sex, Leo had always been there for me. And though I was embarrassed about my cum dump antics the night before, I was relieved that he had come to my rescue.
“Where are my clothes?” I asked, suddenly realizing I was only in my boxer briefs.
“I tossed them in the washer,” Leo explained. “They reeked of beer and cum.”
“I think I still reek of beer and cum,” I laughed, getting a whiff of myself. “You mind if I shower?”
“I’m one step ahead of you,” Leo winked. “There’s a clean towel on the bathroom counter, and plenty of bodywash and shampoo in the shower. And I don’t give a fuck if you want to use my deodorant stick.”
“You’re too good to me,” I leaned over and kissed my uncle on the cheek as I climbed out of his bed, his face reddening bashfully under all that scruff.
It felt good to shower, washing off all the sex, sweat, and grime from the night before. The forceful spray of hot water felt incredible on my aching head, nearly freeing me of my hangover.
My wrecked hole, however, still hurt like a motherfucker. Despite washing away the sticky remnants of the many guys who had bred me, my hole still felt like it had been pummeled to a bloody pulp.
“You got any ibuprofen?” I asked Leo, emerging from the steamy bathroom with a towel around my waist.
“No—for my ass,” I laughed. “My hole still hurts like fuck.”
“I’ve got something better than ibuprofen,” Leo assured me. “Take off your towel, and lie face down on the bed.”
“Okay,” I agreed hesitantly, tossing off my towel, affording my uncle a brief glimpse of my cock before stretching out on his bed.
“I’m glad to see you inherited the family endowment,” he winked. “The men in our family have always been blessed in that department.”
Uncle Leo then began to treat me to a rubdown, working the knots in my tense shoulders with his meaty paws. Slowly, he worked down my spine, my body melting in his capable hands. And though it all felt amazing, I didn’t see how it was going to help my aching hole—until Leo got to my glutes and began to spread my ass cheeks apart.
“Jesus, your hole looks angry,” he gasped. “It’s all red and puffy. It looks like an entire football team gang banged you.”
“Very funny,” I laughed mockingly. “But do you think you can do something to—?”
Yet before I could finish my question, Leo dove face first into my ass and began to tongue my hole. Gently, he licked and sucked my raw sphincter, massaging it like his hands had worked my body.
“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled. “That feels amazing. How are you so good at this?”
“I’ve wrecked enough holes in my life to know how to bring one back to life,” Leo paused briefly, his thick finger palpating my raw sphincter gently as he spoke. “Just give me a little time with this broken-down cunt, and I’ll have you back in business before you know it.”
Balling up the pillow under me, I relaxed my body as my uncle went to town on my hole, eating me out like his life depended on it. The man was a true ass connoisseur, dining on it ravenously like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. And the feel of his scruffy beard against my used, puffy hole sent electric waves through my body.
“You’ve still got a lot of cum up in there,” Leo observed, smacking his lips, savoring the remnants of the countless guys who had bred me the night before. “I can taste it.”
“Sorry,” I apologized. “I tried to clean myself out in the shower, but I guess—”
“Don’t be sorry,” Leo interrupted before diving back into my hole. “I fucking love eating out a sloppy cunt.”
Like any experienced bottom, it wasn’t the first time a guy had gone down on my hole, but I had never experienced the mastery of anilingus that my uncle exhibited. His technique was incredible, driving me wild with each deep probe of his tongue. My wrecked hole was not only feeling much better—it was feeling ready to be fucked again.
“Fuck me,” I begged my uncle. “I want you inside of me.”
“You sure?” Leo ascertained, wiping his chin. “Your hole took a beating last night, and I don’t want to do anything that might—”
“Fuck me,” I repeated louder. “I need you inside of me.”
Giving into my desire, Leo pulled down his briefs, releasing a nine-incher that looked nearly identical to mine. Planking above me, his hairy arms bracing the bed on either side of me, my uncle began to push into my wet, puffy hole.
“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled, sliding into me. “It’s like warm apple pie. Jesus, you’ve got a sweet cunt.”
Normally, taking a cock as big as Leo’s would be an initial challenge, even for a power bottom like me. But considering the state of my hole, and the rapt attention that Leo had shown it, he slid into me balls deep with no effort.
“Mmm yeah,” I moaned. “Your big cock feels so good inside of me.”
“I’m warning you—I’m not gonna last long on this first round,” he cautioned, delivering some deep thrusts in my bowels, his balls slapping my ass. “I haven’t emptied the pipes in five days, and your pussy is just too fucking good.”
“Dump in me whenever you’re ready,” I invited. “My hole is yours.”
“Jesus, I don’t want to cum yet,” Leo replied through gritted teeth, holding nearly still inside me, willing himself to not bust. It was a losing battle. “FUCK,” he growled urgently. “JESUS fucking CHRIST—Here it comes—FUCK—SHIT.”
A deep throbbing sensation took hold of my bowels as Leo began to quake on top of me, his cock expanding and contracting, spewing his seed into my void. “FUCK,” he grunted repeatedly, before slamming his body into mine, his five-day load deposited in my sperm bank.
“Christ, that was good,” he pulled out of me and rolled over onto the bed next to me. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long. You have no idea.”
“I’ve wanted you to fuck me for just as long,” I confessed, rolling over and resting my head against his hairy chest, his muscular arm enfolding me. “I’ve had a crush on you since I was twelve.”
“Well, it’s good we waited,” Leo laughed. “I might be a dirty pervert—but I’m not that dirty. I think it goes without saying that we will not tell your parents about this.”
“Oh my god,” I sat upright, looking for my phone. “I need to text Mom and Dad. They are gonna freak out when they realize I didn’t come home last night.”
“Calm down,” Leo placed his meaty hand on my arm. “I already texted your Dad and told him that you crashed here last night—that you were downtown and too tired to drive all the way home.”
“Thanks,” I smiled, relieved as I settled back into the crook of his arm. “You’ve taken such good care of me, Uncle Leo.”
“You know—uh—having you here,” Leo began awkwardly, “it’s got me thinking that maybe you need to move out of your parents’ house. You’re twenty-two, after all, and you should have some independence from them. And I think you’d love living downtown like me.”
“I totally agree,” I replied. “But I could never afford rent downtown.”
“You could if you moved in with me,” my uncle suggested, stroking my arm. “I would love that.”
“But—you only have one bedroom.”
“You have a problem with sharing my bed?” Leo asked rolling on top of me, his meaty hands pushing my legs into my chest as he mounted me. “Every night could be just like this.”
“It sounds wonderful,” I exhaled, wrapping my arms around his thick torso as my uncle pounded his second load into me.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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