I watched Uncle Tom’s giant balls lengthen even more, slapping his hairy thighs. It was awesome. Shit!
And when he turned to sit down, I got a view of his beautiful, hard muscular ass! There were whisps of dark hair riding up the tight crease and
I wanted like hell to reach out and have it. I never knew a guy’s ass would make me feel horny too.
“I almost couldn’t pee,” I said as we put out feet back up on the railing.
Tom took a new swig of beer.
“You’ve got a great butt,” Tom said.
“You mean it? Thanks!”, I smiled happily. “I saw yours, too. I just want to play with it. It makes me soooo turned on!”
Tom looked down at his cock. I looked over at it, too. Having peed, our cocks weren’t all the way hard anymore. His balls looked real heavy and male and hairy. I mean, they’re just so damn huge!
“You can play with anything you want to,” Tom said then. “You can play with my big cock.”
My dick suddenly swelled-up in heat–it just headed for the skies. I’ve never sprung a rod so fast in my whole life.
“Jesus”, I shuddered.
“We could jack each other’s,” he said. “–try a new one on for size.”
“Oh, Jesus,” I whispered again, my eyes travelling over his hairy-chested physique.
“Do you want to play with my hard cock?”, Tom asked, his voice deep and raspy.
“Yeah,” I whispered hoarsely.
“I want to play with yours, too,” he said. “And we could feel up each other’s tits.”
“Y-Yeah, sure,”, I said, unable to move. It was like I COULDN’T move, even though I wanted to more than anything on earth!
But Uncle Tom didn’t move any, either, except to keep sipping his beer.
By now the October sun was beginning to cast blue shadows from the firs and pines on the leafy ground. I was getting so excited; my hands shook when I tried to swallow some beer.
“You probably think I’ve done stuff like this a lot”, Tom said, looking at the front yard.
He’d stopping rubbing thighs with me. And since pissing together, we weren’t fisting our dicks anymore, either.
“Um, no, I don’t”, I answered. I glanced over at his unshaven face. That curl of hair was lying on his forehead, and his cheekbones made his face look tough as hell. But those eyes of his are as dark and soft as a deer’s.
“But, um, HAVE you done stuff like this a lot, Uncle Tom?”
He smiled a bit. Our fourth beer was nearly empty, and we both slung our bottles way back to finish it up. I really felt like having a fifth, ’cause strangely, I didn’t feel drunk–just damn excited, and light in the head.
“Around here, you either do stuff with chicks, or you do nothing at all,” Uncle Tom said.
He sat forward and spat out into the yard. “I’d rather do nothing at all.”
I couldn’t help it and laughed like a maniac. My nervous excitement turned his comment into a huge joke all of a sudden.
All my attempts with girls have been a friggin’ disaster. So to have a six-foot-two, body-builder-hairy-chested woodsman jock like Uncle Tom say that stuff made me feel a big sense of relief!
Tom raised his empty bottle of Miller. It made his triceps stand out when he turned it. I looked at the thick gush of hair in his pits. “Well, you aren’t turning mean yet–so maybe we should go for number five,” he said.
“You want me to get them?”, I looked at his football-sized bicep, a smile plastered on my face.
“Just hand over those empties,” he said, towering over me, taking a bottle from my excited hands. “It looks tacky as hell with these all over the place.”
When he nearly dropped it, his cock tossed upwards and then thudded against his swaying nuts. It was half-soft—a thick, skin-blessed all-male hang with a huge giant mushroom head on it. Uncle Tom’s curly-thick pubic bush piled in a puffy triangle in his manly vee. His lemon-shaped balls hung lower than his dick. I was staring so much, I was handing up the bottles in slow motion.
He didn’t laugh or anything, but his cock started to make little, pulsing jerks the more I stared. The head swelled, and the girth got way thicker as it lengthened. My own began crying for help between my legs. I kept looking at how hairy and male his naked crotch was, still not believing I was able to do it—that Uncle Tom was letting me stare.
His biceps and forearms full of clinking empties, I watched his muscle ass dimple as he used his big toe to pry open the screen door. On another guy his ass might have been big. But Uncle Tom’s narrow waist wedged-up to shoulders so broad and muscular, his ass looked almost small.
It was meaty and round and a little paler than the rest of his body.
Hell. Uncle Tom was the man I wanted to be.
Left there by myself, I looked down at my drooling hardon. I loved my big cock. It was pinker than Uncle Tom’s—like it looked new–like a cock would fresh out of the box. The head glowed a dark shiny maroon. With Uncle Tom gone I felt a little silly sitting there on our front porch staring at my naked hard cock. It began shrinking a bit, as if it only wanted Uncle Tom around. And I knew then that from now on my whole life would be different.
In the space of one afternoon over beers, I’d gone from a kid with an embarrassing habit of getting boners when I didn’t want them. to being appreciated–admired, even. I felt up my big tits, happy they were so smooth and wide circled, with the nipples stiff in the middle of each circle. I felt each mound of my biceps, no longer caring that they weren’t as big as Uncle Tom’s.
After all, he liked my built body the way it was and that thought pumped new blood into my cock. Suddenly I was glad my legs had only peach fuzz on them. I looked down into the sexy pile of my bush, glad I had so much going between my legs. He liked my muscles–my cock and balls–my man’s tits–my smooth body.
No, I didn’t feel like a shy boy anymore. And suddenly the thought of Uncle Tom wanting me to share his bed with him filled me with heart-pounding pride and pleasure. My cock totally filled in one, pulsing second. Little sparks rose into my balls as the head of my dick blossomed into a preening helmet.
It felt fuckin’ terrific.
The screen door slammed, and I looked over to see Uncle Tom sporting a raging erection. It tocked stiffly side-to-side, the head brushing his abs as he brought me my beer. His giant bag made love to his thighs while I let out my breath in a long admiring stream.
Neither of us said a word about how turned-on we both looked. We didn’t have to anymore because we knew damn well why. Uncle Tom made me hot, and I obviously made him hot too. He sat back down right beside me, and when he raised his feet back to the railing, he let his thigh rub its hair against my smooth leg.
“You don’t seem drunk,” he said as we clinked bottles. “How do you feel?”
I swallowed my first sip. “I feel horny,” I laughed, loving my new word.
Tom took a swig. “That’s good–because so do I.”
My glow of happiness changed again to a thrill of nervousness as I suddenly realised that Uncle Tom wasn’t going to just reach out and grab my big cock.
It dawned on me that being my ‘uncle’, he just wasn’t going to make the first move!
I shook my head slowly. All this time spent talking about it was because of that!
I decided then, that if I did–if I did go ahead and feel him up, he’d maybe do the same to me.
At first, this thought knotted me all up inside. But then I relaxed some, knowing it would happen one way or another if I just took a deep breath and let it. By now the shadows on the ground were much longer, the air chillier, the sun more mellow.
Our cocks throbbed– glowing in the golden light–the hair at their bases piled in a masculine wreath around our shafts. Uncle Tom looked so hot—so damn sexy–nude and hard-cocked! His silence made his cock speak for him.
It curved, skintight, and it jerked whenever I looked at it.
Slowly I inched my right hand over to first brush the hair on his thigh, then let my hand kind of rest on top of it. Uncle Tom’s cock lurched upwards, the head swelling to a full-bodied crown. His thigh felt hot to my touch, the hair soft, sexy.
Uncle Tom didn’t let my first contact become shaky and nervous. His left hand came over to rest right on top of my own. His fingers rubbed my knuckles gently, making my fingers begin feeling into his thigh more.
We both took a swallow of beer, as though nothing were really going on.
My pulse drummed in my ears and rhythmically made my cock tap my flat belly. Uncle Tom used his hand to move my fingers further across his hairy thigh.
Just sliding down across that thigh–feeling the hair grow thicker, the warmth of it hotter–made my balls bunch-up.
Our biceps were brushing–his huge against mine, like warm granite. My nipples suddenly rose up into cones. And Uncle Tom’s abs were flexing and relaxing as my fingers slid further down his inner thigh.
And then my baby finger felt the warm loose skin of his ballbag. His balls suddenly gathered into a huge mound, the hairs standing on end. All I could hear was our breathing. My cock was twitching about as I felt my baby finger begin rubbing his bloated sack of maleness.
Once again, Uncle Tom brought the bottle up to his lips, his hand on mine letting me know it was okay to touch his soft balls. My hand shifted further. I felt my fingers begin tickling the whole, fat pouch–my palm hotly resting over nothing but big, luscious man balls. My dick grew so tight I had to squeeze my thighs together at the feeling.
Uncle Tom’s hand on top of mine pressed down, until my fingers were so full of balls, they just began squeezing them like ripe tomatoes. My own balls gathered in a heap, feeling neglected and alone.
I watched as Uncle Tom’s hand left mine and crossed over my arm.
I shifted my body sideways to give him room, then moaned to feel his hand finger my hot bag. He was staring at his gentle fingers playing with my fuzzy sack. I stared at his huge, soft nuts in my hand, then dared to feel the base of his enormous cock with my finger. It lurched around, then a new pearl of cock honey burbled from the open cocklips.
Uncle Tom set his beer on the porch floor, so I did, too. I tried not to move much, afraid he’d think I was turning shy. My other hand gathered all his balls into a fleshy pile to feel their silky weight. But they were so full and heavy, the slippery, sexy rocks draped over my palm. Feeling the hairy bag made me feel weak, it was so thrilling. I felt him cup my nuts and jiggle them around.
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