Uncle Tom’s Cabin Ch. 02 by posingstrap1

Literotic asexstories – Uncle Tom’s Cabin Ch. 02 by posingstrap1

We sipped our beers awhile, and then as if by some silent agreement, we both reached down at the same time to skin off our Calvins.

When I saw the familiar size and thrust of my big pink-headed dong, I felt blood once again flush my cheeks. No one on earth–let alone Uncle Tom—had ever seen me naked with a huge hardon before!

Neither one of us looked at each other as we put our bare feet back up on the railing. But there we were naked, sitting in our chairs, beers in hand, on our front porch.

“That’s one hell of a beautiful cock you’ve got,” Tom said softly after a while.

“Oh man,” I kind of shuddered, hearing his low-spoken compliment. “Thanks,” I whispered, looking at how my dick kind of throbbed all by itself at his sexy words.

Only then did I dare look over.

“Holy crow,” I breathed.

His was a good nine or ten inches! The shaft looked too big around to even try to surround with one hand. There was one fat vein bulging up it, till the deep lip of the satiny head blossomed out. The whole throbbing thing curved in a sexy arc, making the giant head poke into Uncle Tom’s wide belly button.

A forest of deep black hair puffed from his crotch.

He crossed his ankles on the railing, making his sack of lightly furred balls jiggle upwards to nestle between his gigantic thighs.

Shaken with a surge of teen boy lust, I fell back against my chair and tried to breathe deeply. I felt sort of dizzy, dazed by what I’d just stared at.

“That can’t be real,” I finally breathed, looking at the trees but seeing only his naked cock and balls.

“I guess it’s not your cup of tea,” Tom said, matter-of-factly.

I quickly looked back at it, then up into his dark eyes. “Oh no,” I said, fighting for words to describe my jumble of thoughts. “It’s the most–well–the horniest thing I’ve ever seen!” I sputtered. “I mean, it’s like it’s too good to be true or something!”

Tom glanced down at the head of his whopper which had swelled at my words.

It was maroon and smooth as marble and had a fat helmet shape. Below the head, it was dark and rich-skinned and mysterious and muscular.

“I want you to like it,” he admitted. “Mine sure likes yours.”

I stared at his hot cock, at the black hair piled around it. “It’s a real MAN’S cock—and…and what huge balls!” I said worshipfully, staring in horny awe.

“Lemme see yours,” Tom said, looking over.

I dug my hand down between my downy thighs and hefted up my low-slung bag. I then crossed my ankles like Tom and let them plop onto the vee my thighs made. There’s soft downy hair coating my balls. It’s very light brown—lighter than the hair on my curly head.

There’s also a surprising triangle of thick brown curly hair around my cock–surprising, because otherwise I have no hair anywhere else, except in my armpits and up the crack of my ass.

My balls felt all tingly and excited. They made my cock jump, and thrills went up and down my legs.

“You’ve got a great pair of balls, Billy,” Tom said. He brought his hand down and began slowly jacking his stiff cock. I watched the soft skin slide up it–saw how even Tom’s large hand couldn’t seem to completely handle its hugeness.

He seemed to settle back in his porch chair, his fist lazily stroking, his eyes glancing at my on-display pink-headed cock and downy balls. He used his other hand to find his beer, and then drank from it. He looked out at the quiet woods as a breeze ruffled into our cock bushes and teased our stiff nipples.

Seeing this, I settled back myself–swallowed some beer–and also began massaging my turned-on cock.

It felt super.

I felt a rush of happiness take hold of my heart–and I never felt so good in my life. “This is so great,” I sighed, sipping my beer, glancing over at Uncle Tom’s giant, super-alive dick. I watched his soft balls give away skin as he slowly jacked his super-curved, ten-inch erection. It made them plump up and hug the base.

“I never thought we’d be doing this together,” Uncle Tom said after a while. “It’s not why I asked you to live with me.”

“I know that,” I smiled, staring at his cockhead–at how perfect it was. “But it’s cool, huh?–Isn’t it, Uncle Tom”?

He didn’t say anything at all for a long time.

“People need people, I guess,” he said very softly, mostly to himself.

“I don’t ever want to do this alone anymore,” I said, as though deciding something real important. “I couldn’t. It would be way too lonely after this.”

He kept up his slow-fisting, watching me do the same. “Billy?”, he asked out after a bit.

“Yeah?”

“Want to slide your chair over a little?”

“Yeah,” I said softly, my heart racing even more. I didn’t, though. I didn’t want to ruin the sexy pace of everything.

We sipped our Millers and looked out at how dazzling bright the sun looked, compared with the cool, shadowy porch. Slowly I shifted my heavy chair sideways until I felt our two thighs connect. His was hot and hairy and sent electric shocks to my balls. I never ever thought I’d ever feel Uncle Tom’s naked body touching mine. Never.

I felt him sort of rub my thigh with his a little bit, adding to the thrills.

“Your skin’s so smooth,” he said.

“Your hair turns me on so bad,” I whispered. “I wish I had a hairy chest and legs like yours.”

Tom stopped rubbing my thigh and tilted his beer up. I just stared at how close-up his cock and balls now were. I could see everything he had without having to turn my head. His bicep brushed my shoulder. It was huge and smooth and warm.

“I’m glad you don’t have hair,” he said, looking down at my legs. “It feels sexy.” He rubbed his thigh on mine again. “You’ve got a great body, Billy.”

My cock swelled in my fist and little sparks went into my balls. I stopped pumping it, the thrill too much to handle.

“It’s nothing like yours,” I whispered. “Yours makes me crazy–all of it. Damn!”

Uncle Tom relaxed into his chair again. The noisy crows returned in a black rush, tumbling, and fighting all over the lawn. It was like we were watching a play, except we were bareassed naked. Tom had stopped massaging his cock, too. Both our dickholes were big ‘O’s. The heads were so dark and shiny, they looked ready to pop.

“I hope this isn’t just the beer talking,” Tom said. “Maybe you’ll wake up regretting this tomorrow.”

The crows chased each other into the trees and bounced around from branch-to-branch, trading insults.

“I don’t want to sleep alone tonight,” I blurted, surprised by my own words. “I want to stay naked beside you.”

I felt Tom’s body stiffen a little, his thigh flexing against mine. When I looked down, I saw a pearl of clear candy in the mouth of his cockhead. I looked up at him and Uncle Tom’s eyes were closed.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said that,” I felt my heart pound in my chest.

Tom opened his eyes and I quickly looked out to watch the crows jump about. I felt scared inside, like I’d gone too far or said the wrong thing.

“I’d like that, too,” he finally said. “I’d like it a lot.”

A grin broke over my relieved face.

I swigged my beer and punched his thigh with my fist. It was solid and made a loud smack.

“Awwwh, cool,” I said. “Thanks, Uncle Tom.” I left my hand there, ruffling my knuckles against the hair on his leg.

I felt him shift his body a bit, and I lifted my hand away.

“Guess what?”, he smiled, shrugging a little. “I have to pee.”

“Me, too,” I smiled back. “–only it feels like I can’t.”

He brought his feet down to the porch, and so did I.

“That’s because we’re so close to the brink, our cocks can’t figure out what to unload first,” he said.

I looked at his six-foot-two physique, feeling the heat from his muscles, his giant hardon kissing up against his rippled abs. I also looked at his muscle-mounded chest. His nipples were poking from the hairy forest.

“You can use it first,” I said, stepping aside. “I can wait.”

“Hell,” Tom said, moving to the railing. “Let’s just pee off the old porch.”

His huge cock thrust upward in such an arched curve, its head literally bounced and slapped against his abs. He watched my own pink piledriver proudly shoot straight up from my curly nest of light brown curls. My balls swung against my thighs.

For a few seconds our rods just bobbed at one another, as if they were showing off–as if they were independently sizing one another up–as if they were hungrily eyeing each other.

I felt carved out of cock. They twitched and lurched around like they wanted to wrestle.

“Ohhh, fuck,” I heard myself utter. “This is so sexy, man! It’s just so friggin’ hot!”

Tom laughed a bit, his eyes fixed on my big throbber. “Stop—or we’ll never be able to piss.”

I stared at his dick–then back at mine. “We piss now, and I’ll spray my face,” I grinned. “You’ll pee right into your belly button!”

“At least your stands up straight”, Tom said, nodding at my eight-incher.

“I love how yours curves like that,” I said back. “It’s so damn hot-looking—like it’s super, super-hard.”

Tom crouched a little to anchor his thighs against the log railing, with me standing beside him. I copied him in pressing down the base of my erection, making my cock angle out towards the woods. I knew better than to say anything, because it took all my concentration to force my dick to pee.

Godamn! Just watching his mighty rod buck around in the air made me want to groan and jizz all over the place. Tom’s bush is so thick, his fingers were buried knuckle-deep in the black curls.

Mine’s real thick, too. I’m damn proud of my soft man bush, ’cause without it, I’d really feel like a boy. Tom’s huge hairy chest and legs make him such a hunk–and the way a curl of his hair always falls over his tanned forehead makes him look like an unshaven Adonis or something.

We both kind of flexed our abs and grunted. And then a familiar ache came into my balls. I felt my knees give way–and then I moaned. A gush of hot piss arched out from both our hard cocks at once, splatting way out on the grass and leaves!

With huge relief we both gasped and then I laughed as we used our hips to aim our dicks so that our streams criss-crossed in the air. It was so damn male and made Uncle Tom seem like a big kid. It was like he was my older brother or something. Our hips snapped forward to coax more piss out, until he and I were bouncing our hardons against the railing to shake off the last drops.