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“Oh, come on,” he laughed, six beers on his breath. “Don’t tell me you get all squeamish at the sight of a big dick. Go on—you can touch it.”

I should probably explain how I got to this point—the precipice of handling my hunky uncle’s big cock. Flesh and blood, in more ways than one. Uncle Liam’s two-week visit at the start of my summer vacation was a ritual that I looked forward to every year. Though my dad and Liam were brothers, they were nothing alike. Dad was shy and reserved, while Liam was the life of the party—swinging wildly from the chandelier. 

Liam’s moral compass was, well, almost nonexistent. He gave me my first beer when I was 15, let me smoke weed with him at 16, and gave me a pocket pussy for my 17th birthday. I think it was one of his old ones, sticky inside with dried up lube and cum, but that only made it better. Of course, my parents knew nothing about such indiscretions. And now that I had turned 18, I wanted the one thing Liam hadn’t given me yet—his big cock. 

Liam had a reputation for being a male whore, as my dad once put it. He was known to stick his dick in anything with a heartbeat—and even a verifiable pulse wasn’t a hard requirement. Liam loved casual sex, had lots of it, and talked about it often. 

For such reasons, I idolized my Uncle Liam—and lusted after him. I wanted him in the worst way. And deep down inside, I always knew I would get him. It was inevitable. I just had to bide my time, waiting patiently for him to make his move on me. 

And then he did—in the kitchen. With my parents asleep upstairs, he opened his robe to show me his new tattoo, his thick appendage dangling from his body like a third leg, taunting me.  

“Go on—touch it,” he prompted once more. “I know you want it. Your dad told me about the incident with that dude last month.”

The incident involved my dad coming home from work and finding a Grindr hookup plowing my ass on our living room couch. Dad had decided to leave work early to shoot hoops with me in the driveway. Instead, some random dude was shooting his load up my ass. It was not the way I wanted to come out to my father. Thankfully, he promised to not tell my mom, allowing me to break the news to her about my sexuality on my own time. 

“Jesus,” I groaned. “Dad told you about the Grindr dude?”

“Yeah,” he acknowledged. “Your dad is still in shock, but I told him I always knew you liked dick.”

“Wait—what do you mean you always knew?”

“Let’s just say that you and I are cut from the same cloth,” he winked. “Personally, I don’t like labels—gay, straight, whatever. I like to fuck girls, boys, girls who used to be boys, boys who used to be girls. It’s all good to me. So what do you say? You want this big cock?”

“Yes,” I exhaled, dropping to my knees like a five-dollar whore, taking his cock into my mouth, sucking it and wetting it for my ass. “You’re gonna have to fuck me down here,” I warned. “The bedrooms upstairs are too risky with mom and dad up there.”

“Fine by me,” Liam agreed. The horny look in his eyes told me he would have fucked my ass in a trash dumpster if it was the only option. 

“The head feels great,” he commended as I licked and sucked his big one, “but you’re gonna need something stronger than saliva if you’re gonna take this big dick.”

Pulling his cock out of my mouth, his bathrobe still hanging open, his thick cock rigid and perpendicular to his body, Liam began to rummage through the kitchen cupboards. 

“Perfect,” he announced, holding up a tub of Crisco that my mom used for pie crust. Digging into it with two fingers, he began to slather it on his cock. “Now drop them drawers,” he ordered. 

Dutifully, I complied. Lowering my shorts and tossing them onto the floor, I bent over the kitchen counter, my eager cunt presented to him. Liam pushed one and then two greased fingers up my ass, preparing my hole for him. 

“Get ready for it,” he warned, his hands moving to my shoulders. And then he plunged into me with brutal force, my body slammed against the counter, his massive cock balls deep in me. My hole was on fire. 

“FUCK,” I screamed. Liam’s right hand instantly cupped my mouth, silencing me, the taste of Crisco on his fingers. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed in my ear, his scruffy beard scratching my cheek. “You want your parents to hear us down here? Now be quiet, okay?”

I nodded in agreement, thankful for the pause in activity as he held still for a moment, listening to be sure there weren’t any stirrings upstairs. I used the brief interlude as a chance to take some deep breaths and adjust to his massive girth. It’s a good thing that I did, as the ride was about to resume. 

“Fuck, you’ve gotta tight cunt,” he exhaled, delivering some deep strokes to my bowels. “It’s gonna be hard to hold back.”

His girth had stretched my hole to the limit, the fullness inside of me was incredible. But he was only getting started. His hands moving to my hips, Liam began to pound the living shit out of me. His pace jetted from zero to sixty in about three seconds. 

“Christ,” I moaned softly, my head resting on the kitchen counter, my cheek sliding across the smooth granite with each frantic thrust. Liam was pulverizing my hole—and he was loving it. 

“Fuck this is good,” he moaned softly, his sweaty pubes pounding up against my hole, his full balls smacking my ass with each forceful thrust. “I ain’t gonna last much longer.” How could he?

“Breed me,” I begged, eager for that ultimate moment—the sensation of his warm load spewing inside of me. I could feel his cock swelling in my depths, his shaft throbbing against the walls of my bowels. And then it happened.

“HOLY fuckin’ CHRIST,” Liam grunted in my ear, a cum cannon discharging inside of me. His hairy arms wrapped around me as he held me close, his cum ejecting into the deep recesses that he had just routed inside me. 

Liam held still within me, the throbbing subsiding, the flow of his cum ebbing, his balls deflating. I could have stayed that way forever, in his arms, his sweaty chest pressed into my back, his breathing soft at my ear—but then he pulled out. 

A massive shot of cum ejected from my gaping hole and splatted onto the kitchen floor. Liam swiped it up with two fingers and fed it to me, his load creamy and salty at once—his divine elixir. 

Liam tied up his robe as I pulled on my shorts. He grabbed two bottles of beer for us to enjoy over post-coital talk at the kitchen table. I had always worried that it could be awkward if I crossed that line with Liam, if I gave my ass to him. But it wasn’t weird it all. Sharing our bodies felt natural. 

“Man, I wish I could take you back home to Florida with me,” Liam lamented, tipping back his beer. “My buddies would fuckin’ love you. We could pass you around, tag your hole endlessly, make you our cum dump.”

It sounded wonderful, a dream come true. But I knew it was just that—a dream that could never be. It was late, and Liam sent me up to bed as he went outside to smoke a joint on the deck. I climbed the stairs on weak legs, his cum still leaking from my wrecked hole. 

Dad and Liam were at the kitchen table eating breakfast when I came down for breakfast the next morning. Dad hovered over a bowl of Wheaties while Liam devoured his Lucky Charms. It didn’t seem like Dad suspected anything. 

“I’ve been talking with your uncle,” Dad began as I reached into the fridge for some orange juice. “Liam says you’re welcome to spend the rest of the summer in Tampa with him, before you head off to college.”

“Really?” I beamed. I couldn’t believe my ears. Was this really happening?

“Yeah,” Liam winked. “I told your dad that my buddies are gonna love getting to know a fine young man like you.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.