Eric Gets Out

We weren’t a rich family, but then we weren’t poor one either, I suppose we were averagely middle class, we lived in an average house in a fairly decent neighbourhood. It was a semi detached originally just three bedrooms and one bathroom, but about ten years ago my parents, well my dad and my step mother had, when my grandparents died used their share of the inheritance to improve this old house. They’d built a huge extension on the side, they had the garage ripped down and had an extra downstairs family room, a huge kitchen and utility on the ground floor. Upstairs was completely redesigned, there were now two double bedrooms with en-suites and two double bedrooms that shared a family bathroom. As the youngest I had one of the non ensuite rooms but as my siblings moved away I eventually got the second master suite. As a horny eighteen year old it came in handy being able to wank myself silly, just about anywhere in my own little domain. It’d been that way since I was fourteen, back then I’d come home from school wank, play games, wank, eat, wank, play games, shower, wank and then sleep, wake up wank head off to school maybe have a wank there too get home and repeat as the day before. Not much had changed in those four intervening years apart from the wanking was sometimes replaced with a girl and fucking, and on one occasion or maybe two or three occasions a guy put out for me. Today had been a really crappy day. The bus had broken down, I’d had to run to class and arrived late and completely soaking wet, and I’d finally got the marks on the essay I’d spent nearly a month writing. It had a lovely big fat F on it, in red just to punctuate the fact it was so crap. Despondently I ate nothing at lunchtime because my on and off girlfriend decided she’d prefer it if we stayed permanently off. The shitty morning became a completely shitty day and just proceeded to go downhill after that. So when my best mate Darren said he was bunking off the afternoon and headed to the pub and did I want to join him rather than go to my next class then go home alone when college finished, I thought fuck it and went with him straight to the pub. As far as pubs go this was one of the nicer ones, Darren maintained that the gay pubs were far more welcoming during the day than straight pubs. I took him at his word as he went to a lot more pubs than me. He also frequented a lot of gay pubs and bars, he in his words ‘swung both ways’ and doubled his chances on a night out he would joke. I’d tag along every now and then and as I said previously I’d even dipped my toe in that ‘pond’ shall we say but I firmly believed my future was with the opposite sex. Those couple of gay experiences which I admit I did enjoy but it was enough to make me realise that I was straight. Anyway I digress, back to my visit to the pub, I stayed far longer than I should. But then my phone started ringing, I glanced at the screen, home showed on the caller I.D, I cancelled the call and sent it straight to voicemail, twenty minutes later I’d sent about ten or fifteen calls there. Then it just started ringing, incessantly ringing, Jesus Christ, one call after the other, Julie-Ann said the display. Well she can fuck right off I thought, grinning to myself and sending her calls to voicemail too. Then more calls this one with a new ringtone I’d just assigned last night, I glanced at the screen, this time the I.D said dad, shit, I figured something must be up, maybe someone was hurt or injured. A bit panicky I answered and slurred a little when I spoke, to say my old man wasn’t impressed I was pissed was an understatement, the words get your fucking drunk arse home pronto were stressed to me, I reluctantly finished my beer said good bye to Darren and grabbed an uber home. 

Ten minutes later I’m outside our house which is lit up like a fucking Christmas tree, every light was on, the house was covered in twinkling lights, it was so bright you could’ve seen the house from space! The uber driver had to circle around the block as there wasn’t a space for another car in the road, there were cars everywhere, some were double parked, others mounted half on the pavements and there so many people. There were people milling about in our front garden, leant against the walls and hedges of our neighbours, and the noise, music filled the air and the loud sound of people having to shout over it just notched the decibels up and beyond safe. There was so much laughing and chatting the sheer happiness of people generally having a good time was nye on infectious and all you could hear. I staggered and stumbled up the path, tripped over the threshold waved at people I didn’t know in the front room and made my way into the kitchen. My step-mother saw me and scowled, I smirked at her, miserable old cow, I thought. She looked over to my dad who gave me the evil eye too, I flipped him off mouthed wanker at him and I grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed upstairs. I was halfway up them when I met this giant of a man, he simply filled the entire space he occupied to the max. I stood there trying to focus on him, I started at his massive feet that were in boots, dark denim jeans with small cuffs rested on them. His legs were thick and long, his thighs were really muscled and the fabric was stretched tight over them showing the them off to perfection. So tight in fact as you looked further up you could see the fleshy tube that rested on it, his groin was bulging obviously big balls to go with that meaty cock. What the fuck was `I doing, I didn’t check guys out? Did I? He had what looked like a black t-shirt on under a white dress shirt, the shirt hung open, the black fabric was tight over his pecs with clear definition showing. The neck was I thought at first covered in faux fur but then realised it was his chest hair, it was so dense and thick. His jaw was strong and clearly defined and covered in a neatly trimmed beard, with full red lips with almost a perfect cupids bow peeking through. They spread wide as he smiled at me and perfect gleaming white teeth shone out like a beacon. He had a strong roman nose with a slight bend over the bridge where it’d might have been broken and not set quite perfectly afterwards, this led you up to his eyes. I stared at him, wow, what a pair of eyes they were too, cobalt blue and so intense you felt as though they could see into the depth of your soul. Suddenly those amazing eyes were solely focused on me. I was stood holding the handrail trying stay standing whilst my jaw was hanging around my knees as I stared at the god before me. ‘Fuck’ was a I managed to say as I lost my balance nearly dropping the beer as I tried to stop myself falling down. The bull, this man mountain moved like the wind, he swiftly gripped me around the waist and helped keep me on my standing on my feet. ‘Where we heading kid, asked?’ I pointed vaguely up and to the left towards my room and he held tightly me as I staggered up the remaining stairs. I bounced off the walls a few times like I was a human pinball sending a number of pictures crashing to the ground frames cracking and glass breaking. In the process I dropped my beer.

I heard my step-mothers voice shouting up the stairs cursing me, and then what sounded like rocks rubbing together vibrating from this Gods chest, fuck his voice was deep, he made Chris Hemsworth sound like a soprano. He clearly told her to lighten up, I mumbled something incoherent and patted his chest, that was like rock too. I giggled and patted him again and squeezed his pectoral muscle, and as I did, he pulled back slightly so my fingers lost their grip and they slid over the thin fabric so his pert nipple was between my fingers. I instinctively squeezed and twisted slightly, ‘mmmmmmmm nice nipple, I could chew on that for hours ’ I said under my breath. I felt my cock stir in my pants chubbing slightly. The god beside me groaned as I twisted his nipple, ‘I suggest you stop that kid’ he said. He looked down at me and I looked up at him, I was tall about six feet three and he was a good foot taller than me. I grinned a smile that reached my eyes ‘I don’t think I want to, I want to chew on it and work my way down to that lump in your jeans’ I slurred, I brought my hand down and felt the lump that was hardening, my palm smoothed along the shaft, and I sighed. ‘I think I want to get on my knees and swallow your cock, then when your ready I want you to fuck me hard with it. I want to feel your balls slapping against my ass’ my breath was coming fast as I got more excited by the stud in front of me. He hadn’t taken his yes of me, ‘trust me kid you do not want to go there’ he said. He looked at me, and I felt warm inside as he grinned at me ‘I think I do’ I said, ‘you’re drunk young man’ he said. ‘And you’re a god.’ I hiccuped then gasped, ‘oh fuck,’ I felt my gut clench and I dry heaved my hand covering my mouth. We moved quickly into my room banging in the doorway as we both tried to fit through, him racing for the en-suite dragging me along, I made it just in time and kissed the porcelain. Six hours of alcohol with only a bag of crisps came spewing up, I wretched and heaved until I was empty, this God of a man stayed with me, his big paw resting on my neck, he grabbed a glass from the basin and filled it with water and I gently sipped. ‘Better? He asked. I just managed to groan and nod, he got me to my feet, and led me back to my bedroom. I fell on the bed then passed out, he got me in the recovery position so if I puked again I’d not choke to death on my vomit and left me snoring softly. I awoke a few times to find out I’d pissed myself, I stripped and showered, drank masses of water popped a couple of paracetamol to help with my pounding head. I flipped the mattress got back into bed and slept till about midday, I awoke to raucous laughter and my dad banging on my door telling me `I was a lazy shit and to get my arse out of bed. 

I laid there my mouth feeling like a cat had taken a giant shit in it, my lips were sticking together and I would swear I had breath that could strip paint. I again headed to the shower, drinking more water enroute and popped some more pills and by the time I got out, clean and fresh I felt a bit more human, the pounding in my head had subsided considerably. I dressed quickly and was about to head down and face the consequences of wrecking the house and nearly ruining the party, ‘oh fuck, the party!’ I sat on the bed my head in hands, ‘oh fuck, I’m so in the shit now’ I thought. The party last night was to celebrate my bitch step-mother Julie-Ann’s brother, whats his name. Shit ahhh, Eric, yeah thats his name Eric, and he was celebrating being released from prison. He’d been inside about 14 years, don’t ask me what for, no doubt like all cons he ‘didn’t do it’ but thanks to good behaviour and her giving him a place to stay he made parole and was coming to live with us. I got to my feet and reluctantly headed downstairs, as I walked into the kitchen it went quiet, what ever dad and Julie-Ann had been talking about they suddenly stopped, then Julie-Ann sneered at me ready to go on the attack. Before she could say a word I apologised to her, ‘I’m sorry Julie’ I said. ‘I had a really shitty day at college, I flunked a paper, I got soaked, then dumped and completely forgot that yesterday was about you getting your brother back after all these years. I didn’t think about anyone else and I made yesterday all about me.’ She just stood there looking at me open mouthed, then burst in to tears, she rushed forward and hugged me. I stood awkwardly at first and then hugged her back, ‘Oh my God, thank you Alex, thank you so much. I know we’ve never been close but after what you just said, maybe there is hope for us Alex. She was near sobbing now ‘thank you for your apology’ she sniffled as spoke. Dad had tears in his eyes too, and came over and hugged the two of us ‘thanks son.’ I looked at him, this big man who really wasn’t at all demanding of me, my shoulders sagged and I felt crappy for my poor choices and behaviour, “dad’ I said ‘while I’m at it, I owe you an apology too, I shouldn’t have flipped you off either, I’ve been a bit of a dick these past months to everyone. I won’t say I’ll try and do better, I will, do better.’ He patted my shoulder in that guy way while I just stood there, ‘right I think this is a new beginning’ dad said getting himself back together ‘maybe a celebration drink?’ He looked at me, the thought if alcohol made my gut clench. There was no way I wanted more drink, I was about to say I’ll settle for a coffee when a deep rumbling voice said ‘what we celebrating then John?’ I looked behind me, there filling the entire doorway was a tall man who looked vaguely familiar, I looked at him intently. He looked back at me, not breaking eye contact. I tried to place where had I’d seen him before, I was wracking my brain. Then it came back and hit me, like a sledge hammer at the back of my head, the stairs last night. I looked at his chest and those pecs and his nipple was just a visible lump under the white fabric of his t-shirt, then I glanced down at his crotch, just like last night the thick fleshy tube was snaking down his thigh. I gulped hard and my cheeks reddened, I just caught his eye as he grinned clearly enjoying my embarrassment. 

Both my dad and Julie-Ann were oblivious to my sudden awkwardness and reddened face, ‘Now that your in a fit state Alex I’d like to introduce you to my brother Eric’ Julie-Ann said, still sniffing but the pride shining through in her voice. ‘Eric, this is my step-son, my son Alex’ she said. I did that classic double take when she said son, she’d never referred to me as her son, maybe there was hope for us. I looked at her and she smiled and nodded, as did I. The big man, this God in the doorway took a step forwards and held out a meaty paw, his arm was long thick and hairy and his hand swamped mine in a firm but not crushing shake, we didn’t say anything but just nodded at each other. ‘Dad, thanks for the offer but I need to recover from last night’ I said. ‘The thought of anything with alcohol, actually anything other than a coffee will make me me vomit.’ I said rubbing my stomach. I put that jokey tone in so it wouldn’t come across as ungrateful. ‘You sure son?’ He asked. I nodded. ‘You guys go.’ Julie-Ann picked up her handbag and dad grabbed the car keys, Eric looked at me then at them. ‘I think I’ll stay behind too’ he said. We all looked at him, ‘look John, Julie I will be around all the time, so enjoy this last chance of the two of you alone he chuckled. Give it a week or two and you’ll be wishing I was back inside,’ he smiled. ‘Don’t be silly Eric, come with us,’ said Julie-Ann. ‘Nope,’ said the giant shaking his head to reaffirm his decision ‘I've made my mind up, you two get your asses out and make a day of it, fuck it make an evening of it. Tell you what John, take her for a meal and on to a hotel, I’ll watch the kid’ Eric had raised his voice and his eyebrows in that mock stern way a parent would. But the smile was fixed firmly on his face. Dad patted him on the back as he passed him by, I looked at the giant, my eyes narrowed and pissed off at being called a kid. ‘Fuck you’ I said quietly under my breath, Eric looked at me then, he’d heard me, shit I thought. He grinned looking at me shaking his head, ‘not me, you; he mouthed at me, then looked back to my dad, I panicked a bit then, ‘thanks Eric’ dad said. My father patted me on the shoulder as he passed by, Julie-Ann kissed my cheek and ruffled my hair as she rushed by racing to get upstairs with my dad following. I heard wardrobe doors banging open and then crashing closed and heavy footfalls as dad came down the stairs carrying a two small carry on bags. We watched them leave, heard the car start up and drive away, both Eric and I just stood there, in absolute silence. Finally he spoke,  ‘Fuck you, you said kid.’ He looked at me, ‘not me you, you said’ I said repeating his words ‘you ain’t got a chance in hell, and don't call me kid.’ He chuckled and grinned, The air was full of electricity, the tension in the room was so thick you’d be able to cut it with a knife. I was trembling as I sucked in a deep breath and decided I had to get out quickly and moved away from the counter, my steps were fast but somewhat hesitant I just needed to get past him. I made it to the door about two foot from where he stood, a feeling of huge relief swept over me as I realised he hadn’t moved, yet in the blink of an eye he’d reached out and grabbed my arm, my speed and the natural inertia swung me around so I was facing him. I was left looking at that barrel of a chest, nervously I slowly looked up into his face, my breath was coming fast and catching in my chest. As I reached his eyes he grinned, then his head slowly lowered towards me, I felt the whiskers of his beard and moustache brush my lips as his face got closer. I actually sighed into his mouth as our lips met, his tongue traced the outside of my lips and they parted to allow him entrance. 

I became almost like a rabid animal feeding on him, drinking his saliva down in great mouthfuls, my hunger was insatiable. His meaty paw came up from my arm and now joined his other and gripped my head holding me immobile, the force of our kiss sent tremors radiating out from our mouths. My arms gripped his waist and I melted into him, his breathing was heavy and he tasted of mint, not toothpaste but mint tea. His hands traced my face and slid down, he smoothed over my chest, I whimpered when he reached my pecs and my nipples. He tweaked them and I leant into him as my knees almost gave out from under me, my head resting on his sternum. He gently tugged on them, my cock had fully awoken and was straining in my jeans, I was painfully hard and I was near convinced that some of my pubes were trapped in my foreskin which added to the discomfort. He pulled gently twisting my nipples waking up the nerves sending tiny bolts of lightning to my brain from nerves I’d never knew existed there. ‘You like that kid?’ He whispered to me, I had to swallow twice before I could answer him, I stuttered ‘don’t call me kid’ I said ‘but yes I like that.’ My voice was soft and almost a whisper but he’d heard me, ‘I thought so, you want more of that and maybe, some of this?’ When he said some of this he’d gripped my hand and brought it to rest on his cock, it was like a steel pipe in his jeans. All I managed was a slight nod of my head, that was all the acknowledgment he needed his hands were back at my chest, he gripped the thin fabric and pulled. The material parted like a hot knife through butter, he pulled the t-shirt now split open at the front down my arms leaving my chest bare. I was pretty fit nowhere near as defined as he was, but I had nothing to be ashamed of, my chest was covered in a fine dusting of dark hair. My nipples were dark and the hair swirled around them like a whirlpool the tiny nub at its centre, he used his index fingers and his thumbs to grip the teats and pull. My groin was pressed into his thigh, I gently rubbed against him slowly pumping my hips back and forth. Small plaintive cries escaped my throat as he worked me over, my pumping hips began to speed up, I knew I’d come quickly at this rate but didn’t care. He stopped tugging my nipples and held me at my my waist. ‘Oh no boy, not so fast’ he whispered into my ear. His hands worked their way to the front of my jeans, I felt the button pop, then the flies popped too, one at a time. As each button opened, the popping of my fly to me sounded like a gunshot in my head, once fully undone he looked down. He grinned, I’d rushed dressing and had gone commando my bush was a little wild and needing trimming. He looked at the thick hair and he did that single eyebrow raise as if to say now that’s interesting. He worked his fingers through the wiry hair on my pubis and touched the base of my shaft, the rest of it still inside the denim of my jeans. He let his fingers slowly slide about my waist and slid the rough fabric down over my hips, my cock, sprang free slapping against my abdomen. 

I was proud of my cock, it was a good solid thick eight inches, the foreskin would fully retract leaving the purple knob gleaming. My piss slit was wide with a deeper purple of the skin just inside the opening. I was a heavy pre-cummer and I was almost pissing it out. His thumb slid over the tip over the slit making me moan  he then brought his thumb to his lips and licked it, ‘mmmm sweet like honey’ he sighed. Before I had a chance to say thanks he was crouched before me, his legs spread wide me in the middle. I’d heard his knees click beforehand I had registered what he was about to do, I felt the hot wetness of a mouth engulf the crown of my cock. He sucked hard, almost like my cock was straw and he was devouring the sweat nectar of my precum, my hands went to his head. His hair which I’d thought was short was pulled tight into a ponytail, my eyes closed as the pleasure ignited like petroleum. I instinctively pushed forwards pushing my cock deeper in to the warm mouth, I felt the back of it but I couldn’t stop, the slight resistance suddenly eased as he relaxed his throat and I slid all the way in. His nose was buried in my bush and he was breathing through his nose huffing in the strong scent from my groin, ‘Oh fuck’ I groaned. I looked down and watched as he slid the shaft out of his mouth, it was an amazing sight to behold especially with just the purple knob just in his mouth. My cock looked obscenely large, he let the glans slide from his mouth sliding over his extended tongue and a long trail of spit linked my cock to it. He gripped my waist and heaved him self up, he fell onto my mouth feeding me the taste of my cock, our tongues danced and fought for supremacy, his right hand now holding the back of my neck while his left circled the front. He gently squeezed showing who was dominant using his strength to show me he was going to do what he wanted with me, his lips sealed against mine and I enjoyed succumbing to his power. When he released my throat his hands went to his jeans, the belt was unfastened, he pulled the long piece of leather through the belt loops, it slid like a snake till it hung at his side. Gathering it it up he folded it in half, he spun me around and with his right hand pushed me over the countertop his hand resting in the middle of my spine ‘Oh boy, that is a sweet little ass, you and me are going to have some fun with that.’ The excitement in his voice at seeing my bubble ass was clear, but before I had time to think I felt the air move and then the sharp sting as the leather belt struck my ass, the sting was instant but not excruciatingly painful. 

He brought the belt down again, it struck slightly higher, my hands had gripped the countertop and I grunted from the sting, he repeated it several more times, his lust building with every strike. He’d started to get slightly harder with the last couple and I was positive my ass cheeks must be glowing red. I was about to tell him no more when the belt fell on the floor beside me. My relief was short lived, as next, his hand stuck the tender reddened skin I looked down my body, my cock was still rigid and a thick rope of cock snot drooled from my piss slit to the floor pooling beneath me. He spanked me till it stung I moaned and groaned as his meaty paws covered every inch of skin till it was glowing like a coal fire. ‘Just say please stop spanking my ass uncle Eric, and I’ll stop.’ He said, his voice was so low and seductive. Another four blows rained down and I could take no more, ‘enough, stop, oh fuck stop!’ I cried. He chuckled, ‘thats not the magic words, you know what you have to say.’ I grimaced as another slap burnt my ass, ‘I screwed my eyes shut tightly, ‘please uncle Eric stop spanking my ass.’ I said, feeling completely humiliated. ‘My pleasure boy.’ I heard his knees click again as he once again knelt down, his hands gripped my ass cheeks, what’s he going to do now I thought. I felt his beard on my ass cheek and he softly kissed the glowing flesh, then I felt my ass cheeks spread wide. His breath was cool against my sweaty crack, ‘oh man, that is a beautiful little pussy. I’m going to enjoy getting in there’ He sighed. ‘Well you can fuck right off, no one has ever fucked me and I can assure you, you aren’t going to either.’ I said firmly. ‘Thats not what you said last night Alex, is it? Remember on the stairs, what was it you said, shall I remind you. Mmmm nice nipple I could chew on that and then after that you said, I think I want to get on my knees and swallow your cock, then when your ready I want you to fuck me hard with it. I want to feel your balls slapping against my ass’ he quoted me nearly word for word. I couldn’t quite remember exactly what I said but he pretty much got the gist of it. I felt my cheeks redden so they matched my ass. I was about to reach down and pull my jeans up when he plunged his face into my asscrack, his tongue darted out and slammed into my hole. He probed and battered the muscle into submission and I felt myself relaxing from the onslaught of him eating my ass. I knew gay guys did this but it never appealed to me to do it to a guy or a girl for that matter or have it done to me either. But fuck, now I knew why they loved it. 

He worked his tongue over the flesh, pushing hard licking and chewing and spitting so much saliva in that at first I didn’t notice the change in pressure, but he’d worked his hand into the crack and his index finger was swirling over the outside of my hole. The pad of his finger going in ever decreasing circles then beginning again. I was enjoying the sensation and had relaxed into it when he slipped the tip of that finger in my asshole. I clenched instantly, he slapped my ass, ‘relax Alex or it’ll hurt’ he said. But I couldn’t, I kept thinking I had a finger in my ass, how the fuck could I relax. He leant forwards and bit the fleshy cheek, I howled and in the brief shock of being bitten I unclenched and he slid his finger in all the way. Make no mistake I know it was only one finger but this mans hands were like fucking bananas, his single finger was fucking huge. He wiggled it about and then he crooked it inside me and then he hit it. He hit that magic button all men have in their assholes but are loath to go near, ‘oh fuck’ I sighed. He just chuckled, ‘feels good, doesn’t it Alex?’ I just groaned again. His finger worked back and forth battering the button that was my prostate, all I could do was moan like a cheap two dollar hooker. In and out his finger was sawing into my ass, he’d spit on it to keep it lubed, but it was still awfully tight. It was then I heard a dish rattle on the counter. I looked up to see him reaching over and grab a wedge of butter, he smeared it over my asshole, then it was mush easier but the he felt free to apply more pressure and I figured he must be sliding in two fingers. He worked them in and scissored them open stretching my ring wider. He found a rhythm in all the way slide over the button, open his fingers wide then, back over the button close them, his hand was banging against my ass hard and fast as he assaulted my hole. He worked harder and faster and it took me by complete surprise when a third went in, I felt full to bursting, it was so tight but he was relentless. His breath was hard and heavy, he softly moaned from the pleasure of working my virgin ass over, harder and faster, he periodically added more butter to keep the pathway slick. Even when he again stood up he still kept his fingers buried in my ass, I glanced behind me to see his right hand in the crack of my ass. His left hand reached to the waist band of his jeans, he pulled firmly and the top button actually pinged off, then the button fly popped fully open. A mass of black hair was now visible, he slid one side of his jeans down, taking his boxer’s with them, then repeated it with the other side, no mean feat doing it one handedly. His jeans were around his thighs but still part of his cock was covered by the denim fabric, it really was that long. He reached in and pulled the remaining flesh free, it hung there at a forty five degree angle, such was the length and sheer weight of it. I’d lost time staring at it as I saw him next rubbing butter over the shaft, it glistened in the bright kitchen. ‘No fucking way man, get that the fuck away from me’ I said. But I made no attempt to move. 

He shuffled forwards and took his fingers from my now stretched hole, he leant forwards over my back and spoke into my ear. ‘I’ve opened you up quite a bit kid, but this is still going to hurt, a lot. Once I start to push it in, push back like your going to take a crap, it’ll help a little. Give it five minutes or so and you’ll loosen up, and then after you have, you’re really going to get the pounding you begged for last night.’ I didn’t get a chance to say anything else as I felt his cock at my asshole, the greasy head slid in, the huge purple knob head sliding in pushing his foreskin back behind his glans as he entered me. ‘SHIT!’ I cried out. He didn’t ram it in, he went slow, then I remembered what he said, I tried to relax and pushed out, the slight relaxation of the muscle was all the encouragement he needed and he just went for it. He sunk all of that fucking anaconda of a cock into my guts. It drove all the air from my lungs so I was unable to even scream from the intense burning pain. My ring, my poor sphincter was on fire, I was convinced if I turned around there’d be smoke pouring from my ass crack. He held the giant fleshy tube in my hole letting my bowels get used to it being filled beyond capacity. What was probably only a minute or two but felt like an eternity passed and he slowly started to draw that giant cock out, before sliding it in again. My own cock had shrunk and retracted, it hung limp but still drooling cock snot. My fingers were mottled white from gripping the countertop so hard, and I had small tears leaking from my eyes. He slid in again and out, gently, he applied a little more butter and the added grease made it a little easier. My breath was coming in gasps, he slapped my ass and told me to relax, which had just the opposite effect but I tried none the less. He angled his hips a little, the pressure in my ass felt a little different and then he hit it. The big purple knob head glided over my prostate like his fingers had. Alarm bells went off, sirens screamed as my synapses fired all at once, it felt like a nuclear explosion had gone of in my asshole, the shockwave radiating outwards, sending my body into convulsions from the pleasure. I cried out ‘yes, oh fuck, yes!’ That was it, ‘oh man, you found you like your cunt fucked huh? Well uncle Eric’s going to fuck you so hard today, tonight and tomorrow, you’re not going to be able to walk straight or sit down for a week.’ his voice was husky almost like smoke with lust. He slid out leaving just the head in my ass, then pounded it back in, the long shaft snaked and bent slightly before sliding all the way in again. In and out, he slid harder and faster, angling it just right so it battered my poor prostate gland. 

My cock was hard again, I couldn’t bare it, I was so horned up and I went to grab it and he pinned my hand on the counter, ‘no, not yet, you wait till I tell you then you can cum, not before.’ His voice was as hard as iron. He pounded my ass faster, deeper and I then felt his balls slapping against my taint from the rapid fucking. The swinging ball bag was like a heavy pendulum but it added only to the pleasure emanating from my cunt. Cunt? What the fuck was I thinking, its an asshole not a cunt. I’d almost swear he read my mind as the next words out of his mouth were ‘You like that big cock in your cunt Alex, like my big balls slapping against your tight little ass. Your sweet little cunt looks so beautiful stretched around my shaft I wish you could see it buried in your pussy.’ Then he moaned and chuckled, he readjusted himself and lent forwards and then I heard the camera shutter of a picture being taken on a phone. ‘Fuck no!’ I cried out, but he just laughed. He angled the phone at my ass, still fucking me hard, ‘what do you say to uncle Eric Alex, you say please fuck my pussy harder uncle, don’t you.’ He slapped my ass cheek hard. His meat slid over my magic button again and I cried out with pleasure, ‘say it!’ he said, it was a command not a request. ‘Oh fuck, uncle Eric, please fuck me, fuck my cunt, I want to feel you buried to the balls deep in my boy pussy. Fuck me Eric, fuck me hard i want you cum deep in me.’ I don’t know where that all came from but he rammed that boy fucker deep into me. I groaned and moaned, and then I felt it, that unmistakable pressure building in my balls. I couldn’t cum, my hands were holding the countertop, I hadn’t touched myself. I clenched tightly, trying to hold of the inevitable, I moaned and groaned louder, ‘oh fuck, oh fuck no, oh God, oh Uncle Eric, I’m going to cum, oh God, oh fuck, yes harder right there, oh please, god, yes oh, oh yeah, yes, yes, yeah.’ My cock exploded like a five megaton bomb, the fleshy purple head expanded as the piss slit gaped as rope after rope of thick teen cum shot over the cupboard doors under me. Eric continued to pound me hard, as I came my asshole tightened as I blew my wad, he moaned, ‘ah shit not yet, oh fuck, shit not yet’ he kept repeating, but it was too late. My own orgasam took him over the edge and I felt him slide in balls deep as he began to shoot his thick cream deep into my guts. His ass cheeks clenched as he fired a good seven or eight blast of his thick creamy load into me. He’d collapsed onto my back, his sweaty brow resting on the back of my neck. His breath was heavy and deep, his cock still hard and buried to the hilt in my tender ass ring, he shuddered and the intensity of the movement made me cry out. He chuckled, ‘that’s the best bit of ass cunt I’ve had in a long time boy’ he said. He pulled backwards and I felt him beginning to slide out of me, when he popped fully out I felt empty and wide open.

He looked at my ass then spread my cheeks wide, ‘damn thats a big load in there. Give it a day or so and you’ll start to close up fully .’ He chuckled. ‘What!’ I cried, my hand went instantly around to my asshole, my fingers found it. It was slick as I felt around the puckered flesh, a little more probing and my index finger slipped in easily up to the second knuckle. I shuddered from the pleasure my hole had just given me, I sighed from both the pleasure but also being fucking relived my asshole was closed. ‘You’re a prick’ I told him. I was rewarded with a hard slap on my ass and him chuckling. ‘It’s really quite hot seeing you fingering your cunt,’ he said. ‘You carry on like that and I’ll fuck you again right there.’ I abruptly stood up, ‘not a fucking chance, that’s your first, last and only time your getting in there, UNCLE.’ I deliberately said uncle in the most sarcastic way I could, with a sneer on my face. I was looking at him as I was reaching down and starting to pull my jeans up. Eric moved in a blur, his hand around my throat lifting me off my feet and pinning me to the wall behind me. He stood there his jeans around his thick thighs, his massive cock softening but still slightly hard, as he held me it pulsed, ‘Now we both know that you loved it Alex, you wanted me to fuck you last night, and we both knew as soon as you saw me today I was going to fuck you. We both know you needed it, some part of your tiny brain recognised me last night as your master, that your sole purpose is to bend over and have my cock in your cunt. Now I’ve been inside fourteen years, I’ve got to like boy cunt, I like breaking boys like you. So let us get this clear, right here, right now. When I want to fuck or suck, you will bend over or drop to your knees and service me, understand.’ He shook my neck a little as he said understand so the point was driven home. I gulped hard and nodded. He leaned in close and kissed me, tenderly. ‘Good, because I really don’t like forcing myself unless its role play.’ He winked at me, but he left me with no illusion that my ass was his. I was a bit ashamed and embarrassed that I did actually like what he’d just dome to me, the few other gay experiences were nothing to the passion I’d just experienced. Maybe because I’d just topped the other guy, but this was a whole new level for me. He pulled back and looking at me intensely while  I just stood there, I tentatively reached out raising my hand to cup his peck changing it at the last minute and twisted his nipple gently. ‘I really could chew on that for hours,’ I said a bit bashfully. He looked down at me and grinned, I’d like you too, so why not let us take this upstairs to your room? When I fuck you again, the next one will last a lot longer for us both. He winked at me and held his hand out, I clasped it and he led the way to my room.