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In the eighteen summers that I had stayed with my Aunt Angela and Uncle Dimitri, he had never invited me to go out alone with him on his boat. Angela doted on me, her sister’s only child. Her husband Dimitri merely tolerated me. But something seemed to have changed between us the summer that I turned eighteen. 

Sure, I had matured and put on a bit of lean muscle. But I was not yet half the man of my uncle. With his muscular, hairy body, and full beard, Dimitri was a man’s man who enjoyed fishing, watching football, playing poker, and smoking cigars. I wanted him in the worst way, so it delighted me when he suddenly seemed interested in me that summer.

“How about we take the boat out today?” he approached me while I read in the hammock by the dock. Dimitri was shirtless with his hairy pelt on full display, my eyes traversing his manly body. “You game for that?”

“Definitely,” I replied eagerly. “Is Aunt Angela coming, too?”

“No—uh—just you and me on the boat today,” Dimitri replied, adjusting his package through his shorts, the hint of his favorite red speedo peeking out above the waistband. “I told your aunt that you and I could use a little guy time together.”

We did a tour of the harbor, circling the perimeter and exploring the far cove. I was delighted when Dimitri kicked off his shorts, his luscious body on full display in his red speedo, driving me wild. Dimitri eventually took us out to the middle of the harbor, cutting the engines, the boat drifting far away from any prying eyes on the shore. 

“You want a beer?” he offered, popping open a can of suds from the lunch cooler that Angela had packed for us.

“I better not,” I declined, reaching for one of the cans of Coke. “I don’t want Aunt Angela smelling it on my breath.”

“You don’t have to mind her anymore, you know,” he advised, taking a swig of his beer. “You’re a man now. You can make your own decisions.”

“I—I know,” I stuttered.

“Come sit with me,” Dimitri invited, taking a seat with him on the bench seat at the stern of the boat. “I’d like to have a talk with you.”

“Uh—sure,” I acquiesced hesitantly, still not entirely comfortable with his sudden interest in me.

“Angela told me you’ve got a boyfriend back home,” Dimitri announced unexpectedly, his eyes suddenly fixed upon me. 

I froze, unable to respond. My mom likely told Angela about my boyfriend, who then told Dimitri. It was inevitable that he would learn about my sexuality, and I expected that he had some clue, but I wasn’t ready for him to see me in that light. It worried me that Dimitri might ostracize me, unwilling to deal with a gay nephew. 

“What’s his name?” Dimitri persisted. 

“Huh?”

“Your boyfriend—he got a name?”

“Uh—yeah—sorry,” I stammered. “His name is Tyler.”

“This Tyler boy—you suck his dick?”

“What?”

“You heard me. Do—you—suck—his—dick?” Dimitri enunciated with exaggeration. “It’s a simple question.”

“Yeah, I suck him off,” I admitted cautiously. “But please don’t tell—”

“I’m not gonna tell nobody,” he put up his hand to silence me. “Your mom and aunt—those bitches don’t need to know shit about your business. What we share out here is between us two men, okay?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “Thank you.”

“So—you any good at it?” Dimitri asked. “You any good at sucking dick?”

“Uh—yeah,” I admitted, confused where this inquisition was going.

“You deep throat?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “It took me awhile to get past my gag reflex, but I’ve gotten the hang of taking Tyler all the way to the balls. He really likes it.”

“Most men do,” Dimitri winked. “You swallow his load—eat his cum?”

“Yeah,” I admitted once more. “I know some guys don’t like to swallow, but not me. I love the taste of cum.”

“Good man,” Dimitri high-fived me before taking another swig of beer. “It’s not a real blow job unless you get your ball batter swallowed.”

“Right,” I laughed. “Tyler said the same thing.”

“I like how this Tyler boy thinks,” Dimitri smiled. “I have just one more question for you.”

“Yes?”

“You wanna suck my big one for me?” he asked, his one eyebrow cocked. Putting down his beer, Dimitri yanked down his red speedo. His eight-incher was rock hard, swollen, and dripping precum. Resting the waitband of his speedo below his hairy balls, his dick was ripe for the taking.

I froze. Jesus, his cock was beautiful—even bigger and more glorious than I had imagined. I had dreamt of this day since puberty, but thought it was just a pipe dream. I got down on my knees before him, kneeling like a supplicant in awe of that big dick.

“Come on, boy. Don’t be shy,” Dimitri grabbed the back of my head with his meaty hands and guided me to his crotch. “You know you want to suck this big dick for me.”

Unhinging my jaw, I took his thick cock down my throat, mashing his balls against my chin, his heady pubes at my nostrils. His cock was a lot bigger than Tyler’s dick, proving to be much harder to deep throat. But I was up for the challenge.

“That’s it boy—take it all the way,” Dimitri held my head down on his cock, beer on his breath, as I deep throated his big one like a pro. “That Tyler boy has trained you good. Now let’s see what else you can do.”

Gripping my head between his meaty hands, Dimitri began to face fuck me, shoving his big dick in and out of my mouth, his cock head traversing past my tonsils. I reached up and began to massage his hairy pecs, teasing his nips. 

“Yeah, work those nips good, and you’ll get a big load,” he growled, his cock pummeling my throat. “Damn, you know how to treat a cock.”

I found it difficult to breathe as he battered my throat at a breakneck pace, pounding harder and harder, deeper and deeper. My throat was just a warm shaft to him, a pocket pussy, existing purely for his use and abuse. Jesus, I was loving it. 

“Fuck yeah,” he bellowed. “I can’t remember the last time I had a dick suck this good. Probably not since college when I used to feed hungry cocksuckers like you.”

The image of my Uncle Dimitri getting his big one sucked by a slutty frat boy drove me wild. Locking my lips around his shaft, I tried to make a tight hole of my mouth for him—tighter than my aunt’s pussy. His cock responded in turn, growing even more rigid down my throat. His balls were smacking my chin hard, the sound echoing over the water. 

“I’m getting close,” he announced urgently. I prepared myself for his load, eager to taste his cum as it went spewing down my throat. But Dimitri had another wild plan in mind, suddenly pulling out of my throat.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, confused. “Don’t you want to feed me your—?”

“Drop your swim trunks and bend over,” he commanded.

“Huh—?”

“You heard me,” he barked. “Bend over and show me that pink hole. I want to finish up your ass.”

“But Tyler and I haven’t fucked yet—I’m still a—”

“Hurry the fuck up,” he ordered, gripping his wet cock in his fist. It was fully engorged, purple and swollen, ready to bust.

Dutifully, I pulled down my swim trunks and bent over the bench seat at the stern of the boat, my head resting against the railing. Dimitri had been the first man to stir a desire in me all those years ago, it seemed merely natural that he should be the man to pop my cherry.

I leaned forward, raising my ass to him, consigning myself to his desires. Dimitri’s meaty hands went to my hips, a wet splat of saliva on my hole, and then—WHAM—my Uncle Dimitri was inside of me.

“FUUUCK,” I screamed, my voice echoing across the water, a white-hot pain in my bowels. “Slow up—I wasn’t ready—”

But he ignored me, pummeling my ass even harder than he fucked my throat. My virgin hole was torn in two, my sphincter stretched to the max as Dimitri had his way with me. The pain was unreal. I questioned my ability to endure it, but it didn’t matter in the end.

“SHIT,” Dimitri bellowed suddenly. “I’m about to bust—get ready for it—here it comes—FUCK.” 

He shoved into me hard, my head hitting the railing at the back of the boat, as his massive load went spewing into my unchartered depths. I could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing in me, depositing his seed. And then he was done.

“Shit, I needed that,” Dimitri pulled out of me, his pearly load escaping my gaping hole, running down the inside of my leg. After stuffing his spent cock back into his speedo, Dimitri grabbed a roll of paper towels and tossed it to me. “Clean yourself up,” he barked at me. “We don’t want your Aunt Angela to see my cummy mess on you when returned to shore.”

“You boys have fun out there?” Aunt Angela inquired in an icy tone when we returned to shore. She was sitting on a bench upon the dock, her mouth pursed. I had never seen her looking so upset. Without another word to Uncle Dimitri or me, she arose from the bench and walked up to their house, leaving something on the bench.

Her high-powered binoculars remained behind. Aunt Angela had let me borrow them for birdwatching the prior summer. “You can see clear across the harbor with these,” she had once told me.

“Yeah,” I admitted bashfully. “And it was a big D. The dude was hung like fuck.”

“That’s my man,” Kurt high-fived me hard, the smack echoing against my bedroom walls. “You gay dudes have it made. Most bitches won’t give it up on the first date.”

My dad had kicked me out of the house right after my high school graduation. Dad’s new slutty girlfriend didn’t want me in the way, and so I was shipped off to live with Vance, dad’s alcoholic and unemployed brother, in a ramshackle shotgun house just over the railroad tracks. 

I tried to find some work, knowing that my uncle was expecting me to help with the rent. But it was a small town with not many opportunities, and no one wanted to hire a recent high school graduate with zero work experience. The only thing I was truly good at was taking dick up my ass. 

Though Vance wasn’t employed, he seemed to always have enough cash for the liquor store and the canned beans and franks that we ate for dinner each night. I suspected he was working some illegal side racket to pay rent and keep the lights on. Other than getting hammered each night, his only hobby was working out, lifting a set of rusty weights and dumbbells on the back porch every day.  

Vance’s wife had walked out on him six months prior, unable to deal with his mean streak when he was hitting the bottle—which was every night. Dad hoped that having me around would help Vance to finally sober up and get a job. But I knew the more likely result was that my ass would become a substitute for Darlene’s pussy. And I was perfectly fine with that. 

“Boy, you better answer me when I’m talkin’ to you,” Vance barked when I failed to respond after he caught me coming in late that night. “Where the fuck have you been?”

“I just—I just went for a walk,” I finally replied, a total lie. 

“At two in the fuckin’ morning?” he spat. “That’s bullshit. Your daddy warned me about you. You’ve been taking dick down at Memorial Park again, haven’t you?”

“No,” I lied. “I told dad that I wouldn’t do that shit no more.”

“You lie like a dog,” he lunged at me, pinning me to the floor, his meaty hands pulling down the back of my shorts, his thick finger probing my used, cummy hole. 

“How many dicks did you take tonight?” he demanded, extracting his cum-slicked finger, shoving it in my face. “And don’t lie to me, boy. How many dudes dumped their loads in this sloppy hole?”

“I—I don’t know,” I stammered. “Ten or twelve, I guess? I lost count.”

“Ten or twelve?” he mocked my tone, fumbling with the fly on his pants. “Then maybe you won’t mind one more cock up your ass?”

I looked back as he unleashed his big dick, a nine-incher. Thick and veiny, it was crowned with a fat mushroom head that was already leaking precum. I had to have it in me. 

“You want this big dick?” taunted Vance, rubbing it against my cummy hole. “You want this big dick in your sloppy cunt, boy?”

“Yes,” I pleaded. “Fuck me with that big dick, Uncle Vance.”

Holding me down on the floor with both hands on my back, my face smashed into the floor boards, Vance shoved into me. Though I had already taken a lot of dick at the park that night, my uncle’s cock was by far the biggest, my sphincter straining to accommodate his massive girth. 

“It’s about time I gave you this big dick,” he sneered, going balls deep in me. “You living here rent free on my fuckin’ dime—you owe me this pussy.” 

“You can have this pussy whenever you want, Uncle Vance,” I replied, reveling in the feeling of his big dick as he routed my depths. “You own my cunt.”

“Damn straight,” he agreed, slapping my ass as he pounded my hole, thrusting in and out of me with savage force. “I fuckin’ own this cunt.”

Vance was indeed owning my cunt, railing my ass intensely. There was a violence to the way he was fucking me, abusing my hole. I doubted he had ever fucked Darlene with such force. It was the kind of fucking that can only occur between two men, when one man is declaring his supreme dominance over the other by fucking the shit out of him. 

“Fuck, look at all the cum in this sloppy hole,” Vance observed, his big dick coated in a viscous, pearly sheen. I could feel the prior loads I had taken that night escaping my hole, dripping down the back of my ballsack as Vance plundered my hole. “I’m gonna show this used cunt what it’s like to be really used.”

Pushing himself into a plank above me, his arms on either side of my body, Vance began to jackhammer my hole with a fevered intensity. I had never been fucked so hard—and so good. 

“You like this big dick in your hole?” Vance demanded, pounding me harder and harder with his incredible strength. “You like taking this big dick up your ass?”

“Yes,” I winced, my endurance fading, my body succumbing to his assault. 

“What’d you say, boy?” he smacked my ass. “Speak louder. I can’t hear you.”

“I love your big cock,” I croaked, struggling to breathe. 

“What was that?” he smacked my ass again harder. “I still can’t hear you, boy.”

“I fucking love your big cock,” I finally screamed, straining my voice. 

“That’s more like it,” he slapped my ass yet again, thrusting harder within my bowels. “You’re gonna be begging for this big dick up your ass every night by the time I’m done with you.”

The only thing that I was begging for at that point was for Vance to dump his load in me. Don’t get me wrong, he was delivering the best fuck of my life. But my hole was destroyed from overuse and my legs were starting to go numb. I needed that fucker to nut. Thankfully, his full balls felt the same.

“You want my cum?” Vance demanded urgently. “You want me to shoot this hot load in you?”

“Yes,” I begged. “Fucking seed me.”

Instantly, Vance dropped his weight upon me, wrapping his arms around my body, his hairy chest rubbing against my back as he delivered a series of final thrusts. I could feel his big dick swelling inside of me, pressing up against the walls of my fuck canal. And then his orgasm commenced. 

“FUCK,” he shouted, his muscular body convulsing on top of me, his load spewing in my deepest recesses. “FUCK—FUCK.”

I counted at least fifteen forceful throbs in my depths as his balls discharged systematically in my bowels. My uncle grunted with each successive release, our shared DNA charging through my void, warming me from within. 

“Clean yourself up,” he spat at me as he extracated his big dick from my wrecked hole, his load gushing from the cavernous void he had left behind. “You’re a fucking mess.”

I watched as Vance retreated to his room, a drop of cum dangling from his spent cock. I remained on the floor, immobile, for several minutes before I found the strength to seek the shelter of my room on wobbly legs. 

Vance was gone most of the next day, which was odd. I suspected he was up to no good. As usual, he said nearly nothing to me over our typical dinner of beans and franks. After our meal, he parked his ass in front of the TV, a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in hand. 

Though my hole was still sore from the night before, I decided to treat myself to a few more random dicks down at Memorial Park. And I assumed Vance would top off the night by pounding another load in me once I got home. 

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” my uncle hissed as I began to leave at a little after 10 pm. “Did I say you could leave the house tonight?”

“I—I just wanted to take some dick down at the park again,” I stammered. “I thought you might like to fuck my sloppy hole again when I get home.”

“Look out the window,” Vance ordered. 

Obediently, I went to the window and observed at least six cars parked along the street, each with one or two guys waiting inside the vehicles. I had no clue what it meant. 

“I’ve brought the park to you tonight,” Vance gave a twisted smile. “Now get your ass on top of your bed. I’m about to text the first guy to come in and have  his way with you. I hope you’re in the mood for a lot of dick, ’cause it’s gonna be a long night.”

I easily recognized the first guy who mounted me on my bed just moments later. He was one of Vance’s drinking buddies who played poker with my uncle at the kitchen table every Friday night, both getting hammered on Jim Beam. “I always suspected you were a slut for cock,” he sneered, his beer can cock stretching my hole, his tattooed arms pushing my knees to my chest as he tore my ass a new one. “Yeah, take this nut, bitch,” he grunted when he bred me. 

Next up was the clerk from the liquor store, his eight incher delving into my cummy depths. “Jesus, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” he marveled before flipping me over and fucking me from behind. His hairy belly rubbed against my ass while he shot his warm wad in me, grunting, “Here’s my fuckin’ load, you motherfuckin’ whore.”

The manager of the local hardware store was next, his wedding band digging into my flesh as he gripped my ankles and threw my legs over his broad shoulders. “Open that pussy for me,” he barked, pounding me mercilessly until he grunted his cum shot into me. 

Afterward came the clerk from the gas station convenience store, who quickly shoved his fat one in my wet cunt. As he labored on top of me, his gold cross swatted at my face in perfect synch with his hairy balls as they slapped my hole. “You got a cunt made for cock,” he exhaled, staring down at his fat cock gliding in and out of my cummy cunt, his sweat dripping down on me. He seeded me with a massive load, his cum ejecting forcefully from my used hole when he pulled out of me. 

It was a blur after that. Cock after cock. Load after load. A few guys came in pairs, tagging me together in rapid succession. One guy ate my cummy hole, tasting the seed of those who came before him, prior to dumping his own load into the mix. And another married guy even brought a pair of handcuffs, chaining me to the headboard as he grunted his load into me like a pig. It was the best night of my life. 

The parade of guys ended around two in the morning, the bedsheets soaked with sweat and cum, the house quiet once more. I rolled off the bed and ambled out of my room to find Vance, cum streaming from my gaping hole. It was time for the one cock I wanted the most all night—my uncle’s. 

Vance was sitting at the kitchen table when I entered, counting a massive wad of cash. He gave me a guilty look. 

“Where the fuck did you get all that money?” I demanded in shock. “Did you pimp out my ass to all your buddies?”

“That’s none of your fucking business,” he barked. “You got what you wanted tonight, and I got what I wanted.”

“Half of that money is mine,” I asserted. “If I’m gonna be a part of this, I need to be an equal partner. Shit, I was the one back there taking dick all night.”

“Fine, here’s your half of the take,” he sighed in resignation, dividing the loot and tossing a stack of crumpled bills at me. It was more cash than I’d ever seen in my life. 

“But what we’re doing is illegal,” I countered, still hesitant to be a part of his racket. “We could both land our asses in jail.”

“Jail?” Vance laughed. “That guy that handcuffed you to the bed? He’s the county sheriff. If he wanted to arrest you, he’d have done it before he dumped his load in you. Now get your ass back on that bed. It’s my turn to wreck your sloppy cunt.”