It All Happened So Fast: Chapter 2

Hey guys! I’m back! Did you miss me? Of course you did. Well, I’ve been busy. Oh by the way, I forgot to introduce myself last time. My name is Dalton Forbes. You see, I wasn’t supposed to continue my story because that was it. The accident that happened in the bathroom two years ago was the cherry on top of a shitty year brought about by my ever so clumsy self and of course the worldwide pandemic. You don’t remember? Well, let me give you a quick rundown.

As it goes, my father, William Forbes, who’s only 13 years older than me, sat on the toilet while I was fucking myself with a huge dildo in the same bathroom behind the shower curtain. He just got blue balled by mom and was about to whack off when I made my presence known. I got blue balled the same way he was and I was about to exit the bathroom when I accidentally slipped on the dildo and fell towards his hard 10 inch dick, which in turn, slipped inside my still well lubed hole and the rest is history.

Unfortunately, his promise to use my ass all the time didn’t pan out because a few days later, my mother got infected with COVID at work. Oh she barely survived but once she recovered after getting discharged 2 months later, she decided to divorce dad because she felt “enlightened after surviving a horrible condition which is exactly like being stuck in a loveless marriage.” Dad got so angry and confronted her with the real reason and she gave in and told the truth that she has been having an affair with the attending physician that coincides with their schedule. She told him she got covid from him and he stuck beside her while intubated. I almost laughed because apparently they were both intubated and their ICU beds were beside each other.

He threw her ass out and made sure she got nothing from the divorce and he won. I don’t really know if he grieved but as soon as she was out, he was bringing home a different girl every week even with the pandemic raging on. I was surprised he didn’t catch the disease although there was a lot of antigen test kits in his trash when I was cleaning one time.

I, on the other hand, was a little pissed because I wanted that 10 inch monster up hy hole again, but I didn’t want to push my luck because I don’t know how he’d react if I asked for it most especially because his divorce happened immediately after it. Nothing changed though. His demeanor towards me was very much the same even after fucking me deep and kissing me with tongue. He’s still the kind loving father I knew and loved. I could live without the dick. But I miss it, though. Oh man do I miss it.

Fast forward to today. It’s Thanksgiving.

Since dad had to go run some errands, I was tasked to cook the turkey. Dad said he’d be out a while so I also had to start prepping the other ingredients for the other food. He literally left me to cook thanksgiving dinner all by myself for us and Uncle Jackson who’s coming to celebrate with us. He’s dad’s younger brother, who, also, looks so hot as fuck. I didn’t think I’d look at him that way but after dad fucked me hard and deep, all my inhibitions went down. At least I’m not willing to act on it. It’s also a great thing I saved my monster dildo from the trash back then because after not getting dicked down after dad for so long, I still had that one thing to scratch my itch.

I was still not comfortable hooking up because after seeing my mom with how the COVID disease got her, I wasn’t willing to risk it during the past two years. At least now, with me getting vaccinated and restrictions easing up, I was thinking of getting back out there after Thanksgiving and look for daddy dick, one that looks and feels a lot like my dad’s, to satisfy my craving hole.

Back to the task at hand, I was about to get the turkey inside the huge wall oven when I saw that it hasn’t been used a while and it hasn’t been cleaned. “Shit. More work for me.” I groaned. I still had a lot of things to do and this shit didn’t help.

I didn’t want to get oil and soot on any of my clothes so I decided to get naked and clean the oven. I placed the turkey on the rack above me and squeezed inside the oven to clean it. No one was here anyway and dad’s seen me naked so why the fuck not, right?

I was deep inside the huge oven when the doorbell rang. I was so startled that I jumped and bumped my head on the oven ceiling. The entire oven shook and the turkey fell on me. It literally fell on top of my ass. To make matters worse, I cut the turkey’s bottom half to cook it faster since I didn’t stuff it with anything, so now, my ass was inside the turkey. I didn’t think it would get any worse but the minute I tried to move, the oven door moved to a slanted position, and wouldn’t budge and I couldn’t get out. I was stuck.

The doorbell rang again. Fuck! "Just a second!” I think the person on the other side of that door didn’t hear me.

Suddenly, the door was opening. Shit. Shit. Shit!

“Dalton, it’s Uncle Jackson! Where are you, kiddo? Your dad said you’re here.”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t want him to see me on a very compromising position.

“Maybe he went out.” I heard him mutter to himself. I heard him start walking around after taking off his shoes, and dragging his suitcase towards the guest bedroom. I was a little relieved so I tried to escape my predicament but as I was making progress, I heard his soft footsteps coming closer and louder, then it stopped as soon the refrigerator door opened. He was literally behind me. The only thing separating us was the kitchen island.

“Where the heck is this kid, leaving all this mess. He even left the turkey out.” I heard footsteps then nothing, but I could feel some heat emanating behind my feet which was hidden below the turkey that’s on my ass. “This turkey is huge.” He exclaimed, then giggled a bit. “I’m not gonna break tradition now, big brother. Don’t mind if I do.”

What the hell does that even mean?

Suddenly, there was a very wet finger caressing the turkey’s, I mean, my hole. What the actual fuck? I was too stunned to move. Is uncle Jackson going to fuck the turkey? Is that what he meant by tradition? What?

I heard a zipper go down, then I felt a very large bulbous head pressing on my hole. It felt even bigger than my dad’s. Still too stunned to speak or make a move, I felt him entering me like a hot knife on butter. I was so glad that the butter I rubbed inside the turkey dripped down my hole earlier when it fell. I could just imagine how this hot, massive thing snaking it’s way inside me would feel without some sort of lube.

Finally, I got my voice back when he bottomed out inside me and his dick head touched my quivering prostate. “Fuck, uncle Jackson!” I moaned.

“Shit! Dalton! Kiddo! What the fuck?” He was so surprised but I was more surprised that he didn’t immediately start pulling out his dick inside my buttery hole. “What the hell are you doing down there? Oh shit! Is my dick inside you right now? He giggled.

“Could you just help me get out?” I mumbled from inside the oven.

“I could…” He paused. I felt the turkey being lifted off my ass and heard it slam on the kitchen counter. “That’s better. I’m surprised you didn’t ask me to pull out. You just asked me to pull you out.” He laughed. “I think you like this. I’m not about to pull you out.” He gently caressed my ass “I’d rather do this.” I could hear a smirk in each of those words. Then suddenly, he started moving, pulling out his very large and very long dick very slowly, deliciously gliding out of my love tunnel.

“Fuck! Uncle Jacks—…unghhh” He suddenly drove the full length of his third appendage deep into my bowels. I saw stars inside that oven. The pleasure almost made me pass out.

“I’m so glad I decided to come here earlier.” He chuckled lightly, kneaded my ass gently again then moved, this time a little bit faster. “How’s that feel, kiddo?” I couldn’t speak. Every vein on his dick and every throb of that blood filled organ was drumming down my prostate and the pleasure was now coursing throughout my entire body, not just my brain. All I could let out was a long groan and a deep guttural moan. “That’s what I like to hear.”

I heard clothes falling down on the kitchen floor. Next, I heard the pop of the olive oil bottle then the feeling of a cold liquid dripping down my asshole towards the large tool that was currently going in and out of my ass. “This is nice, kiddo. Very nice. Oh fuck.” He grabbed my by the waist and started speeding up his movements.

“Unnh…Fuck me.” Those words cane out of me like a squeak.

“What, kiddo? You gotta speak up.”

“I said fuck me harder unc. Gawddd. Yesss keep hitting that spot. Fuck!” I squealed from inside the oven.

“Yeah? I’m about to come. How about you?” He said, every thrust in between every word.

“Breed me. Stuff me like a thanksgiving turkey, unc.” I moaned. He was hitting every button inside my ass. He was not as good as dad but he was definitely close. Real close. “I’m cumming.”

“Shit. Don’t mess the oven.” He stopped, forcefully pulled me out of the oven and we both fell down on the kitchen floor, his hard dick still lodged in my ass. I really wanted to come so I rotated myself, faced him without pulling his dick out. This was the first time I saw my uncle since a few months ago and the first time ever I was seeing him fully naked and he looked better than I could’ve ever imagined.

“I’m gonna cum unc.” I stared deep into his eyes and him to mine.

“Me too, kiddo. Just keep doing that. Fuck.” He gazed deeper at me then suddenly, he was pulling me towards him, his mouth clamped against mine. It didn’t take long before we were fully making out while I bounced up and down his dick. What? He’s my uncle, not daddy and remember when I said all inhibitions left me when dad fucked me, this is what I meant. “Shit. Here it comes! Fu….” I felt his dick expand inside my ass. As soon as that hot liquid entered my insides and painted my prostate, I came!

“Yes! Cum inside me. Breed me like daddy!” I blurted out as soon as cum came spraying out of my cock.

“What?” He exclaimed and that’s when I realized what I said. I looked at him, his eyes wide at me and I just blushed. “Oh fuck!” He suddenly started cumming inside me again. Apparently, so did I. That revelation was hotter than what I intended and that got us both painting each other with cum again, him inside my ass and me on his well toned torso and rugged face.

“What the actual fuck?” We both heard it. Our heads darted towards the living room entrance and there was dad, standing there holding Thanksgiving decorations and some take out food.

I knew we were screwed but then, I saw it. His dick, the one the fucked me way back when, was slowly coming to life.

It really is thanksgiving.

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by Ralphe Brandon

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