“Would you rub my feet, big guy?” Uncle Bruce asked, his muscular legs stretched towards me in the sudsy bath tub, a devious smile plastered upon his bearded face. His hairy body was covered in soapsuds that did nothing to obscure the thick cock between his legs. “I could really use a foot rub,” he persisted.
“Uh—okay,” I agreed hesitantly, taking his feet into my hands, not realizing that his next request would have me walking funny for days.
Ever since I was a kid, it had been a favorite summer ritual to spend a few weeks at my Aunt Loretta’s house. Her husband Bruce largely ignored me, not knowing what to do with a somewhat effeminate boy who had no place in the über-masculine world that he occupied. And to be fair, the only interest I had in Bruce was the massive bulge between his legs.
But things changed the summer I turned eighteen. Uncle Bruce was suddenly, and perhaps predatorily, affectionate towards me. He started calling me “big guy.” He would tell me dirty jokes about slutty women, winking and mussing up my hair while I laughed obligingly. Bruce would also come up behind me at the breakfast table and give me a quick back rub, his hands grazing the top of my ass while working my lower back.
And then came the night when he barged into the bathroom while I took a bath, quickly closing the door behind him. With my body barely covered by a foamy inch of water, Bruce eyed me up and down—a wolf about to devour his prey.
“Mind if I join you, big guy?” he asked, pulling off his shirt and stripping off his shorts, his hairy cock flopped against his muscular thigh. “I could really use a soak.”
“W—where’s Aunt Loretta?” I stammered, my eyes fixated on his hairy body.
“Passed out in bed,” he winked. “She’s like the sleeping dead after four glasses of Merlot and an Ambien.”
Breaking the ice, he asked me to rub his feet. I nervously complied, unable to believe that I was sharing a bath with Bruce. Was he into me? Would he want to fuck me? The answers to those questions came quickly.
“You seem tense, big guy,” Bruce observed as I worked on his feet.
“I’m—I’m okay,” I answered, massaging his soles while he writhed in pleasure, his cock growing to a rigid eight inches between his hairy legs. “I’m not tense.”
“No. I can tell that you’re tense,” he insisted. “Turn around. Let me rub your back for you.”
Following orders, I propped myself up and leaned over the back of the tub, my back and ass presented to Bruce. On his knees behind me, the water sloshing about in the tub, he went straight to work, his hands digging into my shoulders.
“How’s this feel, big guy?” Bruce asked while working his magic down my spine, his strong hands kneading my muscles, driving me wild.
“Awesome,” I exhaled, melting to his touch.
“And how ‘bout this?” he prompted, the tip of his hard cock suddenly pressed against my virgin hole. “Does this feel good?”
“You want this cock inside you, big guy?” he whispered in my ear, his beard scratching my cheek as he pressed his body into me. “You want this big cock up your ass?”
“Yes,” I pleaded, years of pent-up desire for him releasing. “Fucking give me that big dick.”
Given the green light, Bruce wasted no time. With his hands digging into my shoulders for purchase, Bruce shoved his big cock up my ass. No lube. No spit. Just some soapy suds coating his thick shaft.
“FUCK,” I screamed, my virgin hole ripped apart as he plunged into my uncharted depths.
“Shhh,” he hissed in my ear, silencing me with his hand across my mouth. “Keep it down.”
I nodded solemnly as he released his hand, returning his attention to destroying my hole. I had always imagined my first time would be different. Maybe a boyfriend. Definitely a bed. The sex would be painless—hours of bliss. Instead, I got my hairy Uncle Bruce, in a bath tub, my hole on fire as he delivered a quick pump and dump with his huge cock. But, honestly, it felt fucking amazing.
“Fuck me,” I moaned, reveling in the joy of having a dick inside me for the first time. “Your big cock feels so good.”
“Yeah? I wish your Aunt Loretta felt the same,” he slapped my ass with his open palm as he proceeded to defile me, his wet balls smacking my hole rhythmically. “I’d rather have your tight hole than her baggy cunt, anyways.”
“Have you fucked a lot of guys?” I asked, my question ignored as my uncle reached climax.
“Get ready for it,” Bruce urgently announced after barely three minutes of thrusting deep inside me, the bath water sloshing out of the tub.
“Yeah, breed me,” I begged, like every bottom I’d ever seen in the gay porn on my phone.
“FUCK—SHIT,” Bruce grunted, releasing his seed in my hole, a deluge of warmth in my depths. I could feel his cock throbbing within me. He pulled out as soon as it stopped.
“Damn, I needed that,” he exhaled as he rose from the tub, a drop of pearly cum dangling from the tip of his cock before cannonballing into the soapy bath water.
“That was hot as fuck,” I exhaled, turning myself over in the tub, a virgin no more. “I loved when you—”
“Clean yourself up and get dried off,” Bruce cut me off, throwing a towel at me. “I want to find you ass up on your bed in five minutes for round two. This fuckin’ bath tub is a nightmare on my knees.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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