I'm 19, an only child from a small village in the UK, with Mum and Dad. I'm proud of my body, I run and do cardio to keep fit. I developed early and used to proudly show off my body in the showers, spending a lot of time soaping my big dick. I masturbated a lot, and could cum several times a day.
One evening, I was lying in my bed, idly playing with myself, when the door crept open a little. Dad had been watching me. "Wow! The last time I saw you, you were an infant, my, how you've grown" Too late to hide it away, I let him have a good look. "Please carry on, I haven't seen another guy wank since I was your age". Reluctantly, I started stroking again, closing my eyes and thinking of my favourite film star. I didn't know Dad had knelt beside me. I pulled my knees up and pushed a finger in my bum. My hand went faster as I finger fucked myself. My moaning increased until I had the satisfaction of orgasm. Dad licked some up, and surprised me by kissing me and letting it dribble into my mouth. He immediately said sorry, he didn't know what came over him. I told him not to worry about it, it was fun. Nothing more was said. That night, I thought about it again, and slept in damp sheets.
The following Sunday Mum went shopping, then on to her sister's for lunch. I thought I'd have a lie-in, playing with my morning wood. There was a tap on the door, and Dad walked in, just in his boxers, and obviously aroused. "Morning, son. Mind if I join you?" I'm hardly in a position to refuse, so I shifted across the bed and he slipped in beside me. "I just want a cuddle. I don't get much from Mum these days" Too much info, I thought, but it felt warm and cosy as he spooned me. After a bit, he kissed the back of my neck and nibbled my ear. "You're a beautiful boy", he murmured, kissing down my spine. I turned around, and we kissed far more passionately than was appropriate. I think we both knew what we wanted. I'd lost my virginity to the sports master a few years earlier and had a few flings since then. He slipped his boxers off and our cocks rubbed together. I shimmied down the bed and took him into my mouth. I now knew where I got my big penis from. He was cut, with a bulbous head that made me gag. I reached over, grabbed some shower gel, and told him to go gently. I turned so that we were spooning again. I felt the cold gel on his fingers gently opening me up, then his mushroom head pushing in. Precum dribbled onto the sheet, and for a while, he controlled the tempo, but slowly, he pumped deeper. Gripping my hips, he sped up. "I'm not gonna last much longer", and with that, his seed erupted inside me. He softened and dropped out, so I turned around and cleaned him, before wanking over him. "That was amazing", he cooed, "I'd take your ass over Mum's fanny any day". Too much information again, I thought.
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One day, my uncle George rang to see if I could help him in the garden. He'd just taken on Gran's bungalow, and it was in need of serious TLC. He picked me up Saturday morning in his flashy sports car, wearing a T-shirt with the sleeves ripped off because of the size of his bulging biceps, and cut-off denims, that had been cut too short, We hadn't seen each other, apart from Gran's funeral, for months, so caught up on the journey across town. The bungalow stood on a large plot at the end of a cul-de-sac. It looked a little tired, after years of neglect. We went inside and George made coffee, before showing me the horror of the back garden. Overgrown shrubs and trees, with a lawn you could ide tigers in. With bow saws and a chain saw, we set to work. As the day went on, it became blisteringly hot. Our tops came off, and I immediately sprung a boner. George's defined chest and abs, with trimmed hair, made my juices run. I hoped he hadn't seen me staring. A pile of cuttings were mounting up on the lawn, which we were going to burn later, when it dried.
After a while, a sat on some old tree stumps for a break and beer. Sweat glistened from George's torso. "You like what you see?" I blushed, but my eyes gave me away. He stood in front of me, "Here, take a closer look", and he peeled his cut-offs down. Big dicks must run in the family, as a fat, uncut cock hung way down below his sack. "Touch it, if you want". As I held it, it jumped in my hand, and started to grow. By the time it reached full erection, my fingers would no longer go round it, and with both hands gripping, there was still an inch or more poking out. The tip of his crown poked through the foresk.in, begging to be sucked. He held the back of my head, and fed the first couple of inches in. Holding the base, with a mixture of sucking and wanking, I was rewarded as his knees gave way and semen flowed down my throat. I had been careful not to touch myself, but my pants were already damp. We had another beer and went back to work. At lunchtime, he produced pork pies and crisps. He kept eyeing my shorts. With it getting too hot, we went inside for coffee. He suggested I made myself more comfortable. My dick was semi, and through the fly of my boxers. "You're not such a small boy yourself, I guess your balls need emptying". With that, we kissed, his hands kneading my butt, and our tongues duelling. We fell to the floor, losing our underwear, naked apart from our DMs. He was hard again. Our bodies writhed together. I needed him inside me. I got onto all fours, and his hungry tongue ate my ass, slobbering saliva. I had to take his monster without lube. I clenched my fists and bit my lip as the head went through my ring. I was grateful that I was used to taking Dad. Holding me by the waist, he showed no mercy. I guessed he hadn't fucked in a while. He turned me over, without coming out. Holding a leg up, the pounding continued. I jerked, but didn't want to cum too soon. Somehow, he managed to go even deeper, hitting my prostate. In the end, I didn't need to toss, his massaging the spot brought me to orgasm and semen flowed out of me. At last, he held still and pulsed his babies into me. "Fucking hell, I needed that, and I've had my eye on your ass for months".
We decided to call it a day, he dropped me home, kissing me before I left, and agreeing to do some more next weekend.
The following Saturday dawned bright and sunny. I decided to lube up before I left, and didn't bother with underwear. George arrived, with a beaming smile. As we journeyed across town, he said he'd got a firm of landscapers in to sort the garden, so we could go straight to bed. It took nano seconds to undress. The curtains of his bedroom were drawn, and we were soon entwined. He felt up my crack, and grinned when he felt the lube. "Dirty bugger", he smiled, and kissed me as he probed my hole. He lay on his back and I dribbled saliva over his knob head, then eased my way down. I had been practicing with a dildo, so it slipped in to the hilt with no problem. I leaned forward to kiss, and he thrust into me. Once used to it, I arched my back and bounced on his rod. Putting my hand behind me, I tickled his balls, while wanking with the other hand. precum flowed as we worked up a pace. My first jet cleared his head. 6 or 7 more landed on his face and chest as he filled my guts. We lay in bed all morning.
By midday, he was sleeping quietly, but I was aroused again. I shuffled down the bed and took his sleeping dick in my mouth. It was still musty from the shagging, but that only heightened my senses. sucking on his pole, I jerked until I made a mess of the sheets. I moved back up, and slept in his arms. By the evening, he had made dinner and opened some wine. We ate and sat around naked. As the wine loosened our tongues, I told him about Dad. His cock responded. I told him that one day, they can both have me. Then he asked if I had ever topped. I replied yes, in college a few years ago. He kissed me, then turned around. "Do me, but go careful, I'm a virgin". I shimmied down the bed and rimmed him until he begged to be fucked. Lining up, I pushed gently until I popped his cherry. He cried out, bud told me to carry on. With one hand on his cock, I pumped. His erection returned and he started seeping. I went faster. He took over his dick, wanking furiously as I fired my spunk into him. He had to change the sheets before we could sleep. I stayed the night. In the morning we showered together and had a cooked breakfast. He showed me the now tidy back garden. In the middle of the lawn was a sun lounger. He lay on it. I knelt, taking in his monster, then eased myself down. I was quite used to it by now, and buried myself to the hilt. We made love in the open, feeling at one with nature.
