“Uncle Randy?!” I exclaimed upon coming home from work and finding my hunky uncle soaking in my bathtub, tipping back a beer. As always, he looked manly as fuck, his muscled, inked body covered in a thin veneer of soap suds. “Why are you in here, Randy?” I demanded. “Shit. Did Aunt Margy kick you out again?”
“Yeah,” he shrugged sheepishly, placing the beer bottle on the side of the tub. “Your dad said I can crash with you guys until she takes me back.”
“Fuck. What happened this time?” I asked.
“I dunno,” he demurred. “She thinks I drink too much. We got in a big fight about it.”
“Wait a minute—are you drinking my beer?” I accused.
“Yeah, sorry,” he apologized feebly, taking another sip. “Your dad said to help myself. I’ll pay you back.”
“It’s fine. Forget about it,” I dismissed.
“You bunking in my room or the living room couch?”
“I was hoping your room. I’ve got a five-day load in these balls,” he announced, widening his legs to give me a peek at his thick eight-incher and his hairy balls, buoyed by the warm bath water.
“Okay. Finish your bath,” I directed. “I’ll be ass up on the bed, the way you like me.”
“Thanks, boy,” he smiled. “You’ve always been my favorite nephew.”
“Yeah, no shit,” I laughed as I retreated to my room and began to strip down naked. “You just like fuckin’ my ass.”
A few years earlier, Randy had taken me fishing on my eighteenth birthday. And though we didn’t catch a single fish that momentous day, we did return home with three of his loads up my ass. Thus, it was no mystery as to why I was his favorite nephew.
“You ready for me?” he called out from the bathroom.
“Yeah,” I shouted back, slathering my hole with lube before bending over the edge of the bed. “Ready when you are.”
I could hear Randy standing up in the bathtub, the water sluicing off his muscular body. One foot, and then the other, hit the tile floor. He didn’t even bother with a towel, his hairy body dripping water as he entered my bedroom.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled lowly at the sight of me. “That tight cunt is just what I need right now.”
I looked back over my shoulder as Randy gripped his big dick in his fist, aiming for my available hole. I could feel the rounded tip of his cock as he initiated penetration and then—BAM—my uncle was inside me.
“FUCK,” I yelped at the sudden assault to my bowels. Though I had bent over for his big cock more times than I could count, his massive girth always took me by surprise. “Christ, you’re hung,” I winced, trying to adjust.
“You know you love it,” Randy slapped me upon the ass with his open palm before grabbing me by the hips and unleashing a fury on my ass.
When it came to fucking, my uncle was not the slow-and-steady type. Randy liked to fuck like a jackrabbit, pummeling my hole at a violent pace. I fucking loved it.
“You get any dick lately?” he asked, pounding me voraciously.
“Yeah,” I replied, gripping the bedsheet. “I went down to that truck stop yesterday—the one out past Route 84.”
“Yeah? You take some trucker cock,” Randy asked, his cock growing even more rigid in me at the thought of my debauchery.
“Sure did,” I nodded, my quivering cunt straining from his assault, his balls smacking up against my ass rhythmically. “This one trucker snuck me into the open showers and six guys took turns dumping their loads in me.”
“Christ, that’s hot,” Randy slapped my ass again. “You need to take me down there with you next time.”
The thought of breeding my hole with a bunch of über-masculine guys like him was too much for Randy. I could feel his cock swelling inside of me, his balls beginning to throb. I knew he was about to bust.
“Fuck, boy—here it comes,” he barked urgently. “OH FUCK—OH SHIT.”
A blast of cum ejected into my fuck canal, Randy’s cock pulsing repeatedly as his load flooded my guts. “Yeah, boy. Take my fuckin’ load,” he growled, his balls giving up the last of his seed.
“Uncle Randy?” I asked as he pulled out of me, his thick load dripping from my gaping hole. “Do you pick fights with Aunt Margy on purpose—just so you can crash here, drink beer, and fuck my ass for a few days?”
“No shit, Sherlock,” he laughed, cleaning off his wet cock with my bedsheet. “Now go grab me another beer, and then get your ass back on this bed for me. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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