The following story contains content that may not be suitable for all readers, including, but not limited to, drug use, non-consensual sex or emotionally damaging behavior. This story is fictional and does not portray real events or real persons. Reader discretion is advised. All characters are 18 years or older.
“Whoa, will you look at you! When the hell did you grow muscles kid?”
I glanced up from chopping wood to see my Dad’s friend Bill standing at the bottom of the driveway to our cabin with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. I hadn’t seen or heard a car so he must have walked from town. He really wasn’t my uncle but Dad and Bill had been buddies since school so to me he had always been known as Uncle Bill. In recent years, Bill had been stationed overseas with the army so we hadn’t seen him as much.
Speaking of muscles, Bill had always been fit but it looked like the army had added 20 lbs of chiseled brawn to his frame and he looked fine as fuck. I had always had a secret crush on the handsome man and I was floored by the changes to his body. He was a walking wet dream all tanned and gorgeous in his snug khaki uniform. His short sleeved shirt barely contained his baseball biceps and massive chest, and his pants clung to his thick thighs and calves. I couldn’t help but notice the sizeable khaki-covered bulge between his legs as well.
Mentally giving my head a shake, I grinned, put down my axe, and walked over to him to greet him. I was only wearing shorts to split wood so I loved the feel of his hard body pressed against my bare torso and his strong arms wrapped around me as we hugged. “Hey Uncle Bill! Nice to see you but I’m 18 now so go easy on the kid digs.” While I had bulked up over the last couple years thanks to regular gym visits, I was lean, sinewy, and about 6 inches shorter than Bill. I knew I would never reach his beefcake status but I was happy with my progress and pleased that he had noticed. Acknowledging Bill’s compliment, “Thanks for noticing my muscle gain. I’ve been trying but it looks like I have a long way to go to catch up with you. Jesus… you look like a superhero!”
“Sorry Paul, old habits, I can definitely tell you’re not a kid.” Glancing down at his fit body, Bill acknowledged his own progress, “What can I say, the Army works you hard whether you like it or not, but seriously you’re really looking great. You must be a big hit with the ladies.”
I had noticed interested looks from girls at work or school and I’d even had a few hints or offers of more but to be honest I really wasn’t into women. After years of pretending I was straight and then wondering if I might be bisexual, I had recently admitted to myself that I liked men, period. They were all I thought about and all I jerked off to every chance I got, but to date I had done nothing about it. I was just too freaked out to take the first step although I had come awfully close a couple times. I was planning to come out to my parents at the end of the summer before returning to school and hope for the best. It was a relief to finally accept my orientation and I hoped my parents would be supportive and accepting.
“Oh yeah, that’s me for sure. A regular lady killer,” I lamely replied before changing the subject, “When did you get in? Mom and Dad weren’t expecting you until tomorrow. They’re in town picking up groceries.”
“I was able to catch an earlier transport and thought I’d surprise them.”
At that moment, my folks pulled into the driveway with a car full of groceries and Bill was lost in a flurry of hugs and greetings as he was hustled into the cabin. I helped bring the groceries in and finished up with the firewood while the three of them got caught up. Our cabin was on Lake George and we spent most weekends there in the summer. It was a simple two bedroom cabin perched on a hill overlooking the lake. My parents used one bedroom and we normally kept the other one for guests as I preferred to sleep in our boathouse.
“It’s so great to see you Bill, it’s been far too long,” my Dad said. Bill had changed into a worn t-shirt and old cut-off shorts and looked much more at ease, and hot. He really was my Dad’s best buddy and they always had a great time together. My mother was also fond of Bill and was happy to let the two of them hang out, fish, and generally drink too much. My Dad wasn’t normally much of a drinker and I guess my Mom felt he deserved to cut loose once in a while. Turning toward Bill, my Dad said, “By the way, Mary’s sister and her husband are arriving tomorrow and we were going to put them in the guest room given there’s two of them if you don’t mind, so you have a choice of the sofa pull-out in here or you can bunk up with Paul in the boathouse.”
Bill looked at the sofa bed in the middle of the living room and then over at me, “Hmm, I think I’ll crash in the boathouse so I won’t be in the way in the morning. That is, as long as you don’t mind Paul? I have to warn you though, I do snore, or so I’m told.”
Bunk with me? Bill knew there was only one bed in the small boathouse so bunking up meant sharing a bed. “Uh, no worries Uncle Bill. I sleep pretty soundly anyways. Let me grab your stuff and take it down to the boathouse.” Bill smiled and thanked me as my Dad handed him a beer and the two of them wandered out onto the deck. As my Mom started putting dinner together, I picked up his duffel bag and walked down to the boathouse as the sun neared the horizon. I wondered how I was going to manage sharing a room, let alone a queen-sized bed, with a stud like Bill without throwing wood. Based on past visits, he and Dad would be up late drinking beer so I didn’t blame him for choosing the boathouse so he would be able to sleep undisturbed in the morning.
I climbed the stairs to the upper floor of the boathouse and tossed Bill’s bag onto a chair beside the bed. The boathouse sat on piers at the edge of the lake with a garage type door on the water that opened up to store our boat. There was a second floor with a window facing the lake and a skylight on the flat roof. I loved the small space for the view of the lake and the sky, as well as the privacy from the main cabin. It was perfect for rubbing one out without fear of interruption. Given my lack of sexual experience to date, I jerked off often and had spent many nights edging my cock while lying on my back looking up at the stars. To be honest, I had probably shot a number of loads imagining what it would be like to get it on with Bill. I would need to put that kind of thinking aside for the duration of his visit. Straightening up the room and the bed, I headed back up to the cabin.
After a great dinner and an evening of playing cards and games at the table, my Mom headed off to bed. It was getting late but my Dad and Bill were wide awake and still catching up. I finished up my beer and said goodnight as well before walking down to the boathouse. It was a warm summer night with a full moon hanging above the tree line across the lake. With the bright moonlight, it was easy to navigate my way along the path without a flashlight. The bed in the boathouse faced the window so I decided to take the side away from the door so Bill wouldn’t have far to go when he eventually came to bed. I stripped down to my boxer briefs and removed the blanket from the bed as it was warm in the small room. Crawling under the crisp sheet, I curled up on my side of the bed and slipped off to sleep with the breeze from the open window providing some relief from the heat. Based on past experience, Dad and Bill would be up for a while.
I’m not sure what time it was when I woke up to a noise. I quickly realized it was Bill arriving at the boathouse. I was lying on my side facing the entrance and could see him closing the door behind him. The light from the moon was reflecting off the lake and it was easy to see even with the lights off. I pretended to be asleep and squinted my eyes so I could secretly watch him undress in the moonlight. He seemed pretty unsteady as he navigated within the small space and removed his shoes. I heard a muffled, “Shit…” as he stubbed his toe on the bed frame. I smiled knowing Dad and Bill had probably had one too many beers.
Bill had moved to the head of the bed and was pulling his t-shirt up over his head. I could feel my heart pounding as I tried to soak in the male beauty within arm’s reach as he carelessly tossed his shirt onto the chair. I tried to control my breathing as Bill undid his shorts and slid them off before tossing them onto the chair as well. He was left wearing a pair of snug, white, boxers that glowed in the moonlight in contrast to his smooth, tanned skin. I could make out the bulge of his cock pressed against his shorts as he reached down to readjust himself. My cock was semi-hard as my longtime fantasy prepared to join me in bed. Pulling the sheet back, He sat on the edge of the bed to take his watch off. With his back to me, I was free to admire his broad, muscular back and his ridged obliques as he turned to place his watch on the night table. Seemingly exhausted by the long day and late night of beers, he slid under the sheet lying on his side facing away from me. I was keenly aware of my hard-on and how close this half-naked hunk was to it as he let out a sigh and settled onto the pillow. It wasn’t long before Bill’s breathing settled into a noisy rattle as the threatened snoring arrived. He was out for the count.
Frustrated by Bill’s unintentional erotic performance and my inability to relieve my swollen cock, I stored away the last 5 minutes of steamy imagery for future jack off sessions and closed my eyes. Despite my horniness, it wasn’t long before I must have drifted off to sleep as well.
It was the middle of the night when I woke up again forgetting where I was for a moment, and more importantly, who was in bed with me. Opening my eyes, I immediately saw Bill lying inches away from me on his back with one arm tossed over his head and the other resting lightly on his sexy, flat stomach. With the warm night, he had tossed off the sheet with nothing covering him other than his skimpy boxers. The moon had moved higher in the sky and was directly above us shining through the skylight so I was able to see every inch of Bill in glowing detail while he slept. My eyes bulged in lust as I feasted upon the sight. He was as beautiful as Michelangelo’s David as he lay prone on the bed. The bright moonlight highlighted his chiseled definition as I watched his broad chest expand with each noisy breath.
With Bill’s snores assuring me that he was asleep, I dared to open my eyes fully and lift up my head to see him better. He was the perfect male specimen and I was incredibly jealous of the gains he had made to his body. My eyes traveled down his strong, masculine facial features and sexy moustache, following his draped arm, bulging bicep, and furry armpit to his broad chest and prominent nipples. I so wanted to lean over and suck and chew on his perky nubs but controlled myself. My eyes continued down across his tight washboard abs and furry treasure trail that disappeared under his resting hand and the waistband of his boxers. Even on his back, his boxers were pushed upwards by what lay underneath. As I looked closer, I realized the fly of his shorts was gaping open about a half inch and I could clearly see his veiny cock lying along the length of the fly, as well as the ridge of his cock head. Holy fuck! From what I could tell, he had to be 5 inches or so soft. My 7 inch hard cock throbbed in appreciation as I strained to see more of his tool. Looking below this miracle, I could see his heavy balls pressing against the thin, worn fabric of his shorts, followed by his spread muscular thighs, calves and sexy feet.
All the time I was propped up to better ogle Bill, he continued to snore unaware of his appreciative audience. My thinking was that as long as I could hear his snoring, I was safe. It was this type of logic that made me take another risk. My eyes kept returning to his cock through the fly of his shorts and I so wanted to touch it at least once knowing that I’d probably never get another chance. Saying a silent prayer, I held my breath and reached out to lightly stroke a small section of Bill’s cock with my fingertip through the open fly. The motion was so light, I wasn’t even sure if he’d notice if he was awake but I had just touched Bill’s thick shaft for the first time. What a rush. I could even feel the bump of one of his veins as my finger grazed along a half inch of skin. Of course I wanted more. Fuck, I needed more!
Under the cover of Bill’s steady breathing, I reached forward and lightly stroked my fingertip along the full length of the exposed section of his cock. It felt like his dick went on for days as I moved as gently and carefully as I could along the hot, spongy surface of his cock.
Feeling emboldened, I continued to explore Bill’s cock with one fingertip marvelling at the feel of his skin and bulging veins. After a few more strokes, I noticed that his cock was less spongy and seemingly firmer. Was I making Bill hard? Shit. I looked at the distance from the head of his cock to the top of the fly and there was now only about an inch where before it had been closer to 2 inches before. He was definitely getting a hard-on. Bill’s dick was closer to 7 inches in length now with the head of his cock starting to move beyond the upper opening of his fly. Realizing it would soon be difficult to view the thick ridged head of his cock, I took an unbelievable chance and carefully reached into the fly of his boxers gently wrapping my thumb and finger around his hardening cock, and maneuvered the tip out through the fly opening so it was lying exposed on top of his boxers free to expand.
As before, Bill’s breathing hadn’t changed in the slightest so I assumed I had gotten away with my risky move. My logic was if he did wake up, he’d just assume his cock had slipped out of his boxers on its own. Meanwhile, I wanted to feel more of his dick and I was more than curious to see how big he’d get. Taking care, I ran my fingertip from the lower end of his cock up along the shaft to the thick head. I noticed the tip was damp with a drop of pre-cum so I started to lightly smear it around the head with one finger, while stroking the length of his cock with another finger. Bill was displaying at least 8 inches of thick cock by now with the head extending beyond the waist of his boxers, reaching towards his belly button. I was mesmerized by the steamy scene before me and was grateful for the bright moonlight.
At this point, Bill murmured in his sleep as he shifted and thrusted against my hand. My heart leaped and I froze thinking I was busted but he settled back into measured snoring. Was he having an erotic dream fuelled by my caresses? I was curious to see how much I might be able to influence his subconscious while he slept. As I continued rubbing pre-cum around the head of his cock, he seemed to max out at an impressive, rock-hard 10 inches. I couldn’t believe that Bill had a porn star worthy dick on top of his many other physical attributes. Given this was my first cock, I was in heaven and marvelled at its length and girth. Was this going to ruin me for any future cock? Probably. Bill’s dick was so rigid, it was slightly elevated above his washboard abs as it strained against my touch. Carefully encircling the raised portion of his shaft with my fingers, I ever so lightly stroked his cock up and down the length where it wasn’t in contact with his stomach.
While most of Bill’s impressive club-like cock was exposed in the moonlight, I was eager to see the base and his balls if possible. Buoyed by my earlier success and horny as fuck, I took another chance and gingerly reached into his fly, carefully wrapping my hand around the loose, warm skin of his sack and hefted his heavy balls up and out of the fly laying them gently on top of his boxers. Both Bill’s big cock and cum-filled balls were now wedged through the fly of his shorts and lying in clear view. Belatedly, I realized it might be harder to explain how his balls had managed to accidentally fall out of the fly of his shorts but I was no longer thinking with my big head as I drooled over the hot buffet in front of me. I was guessing he shaved his balls as I lightly stroked and rubbed his satiny, smooth sack.
I shifted to get more comfortable and closer to Bill’s thick cock, while he dreamt. With the full length of his tool and hefty balls on display, I wasn’t sure where to start. Noticing a small puddle of pre-cum gathering on his tight abs under the thick ridged head of his dick, I scooped a glob of it onto my fingertip and lifted it to my mouth. Slurping the thick cream off my finger with my tongue, I savored the taste and consistency. It had a slight salty and chlorinated taste. I had sampled another man’s cum for the first time and I knew I wanted more, and preferably directly from the source.
I glanced up at Bill’s handsome face with his mouth slightly open as he slept. He looked out of it despite his raging hard-on. Here goes nothing. Leaning over his torso, I carefully lowered my head until my mouth was inches from the end of his lumbering cock. I could see fresh pre-cum oozing from the tip in the soft moonlight as I reached out with my tongue and licked it off. Mmm, oh fuck, that was damn good. Careful not to disturb Bill’s sleeping form otherwise, I delicately licked around the bulbous head with my tongue to capture any stray splooge. I heard a rumble from his chest as his dick jerked in response. Pausing to make sure he wasn’t waking up, I noticed another pearl of pre-cum had formed at the tip and reached out to slurp it up as well. Cum tasted so much better directly from a big, thick cock. Needing more, I placed my lips around the thick end of Bill’s tool and softly suckled the tip coaxing more pre-cum onto my tongue. Fuck, I could do this all night.
For his part, Bill seemed to be enjoying my treatment of his cock based on the steady volume of pre-cum he was producing, and the occasional soft moan he’d make in his sleep. I’d love to know what he was dreaming about while I teased his dick. Other than the occasional murmur or hitch in his breathing, his snoring was a constant drone in spite of what I was doing to his cock. I thanked the many beers he had had with my Dad as Bill seemed to be in a deep sleep leaving me free to continue my exploration of his amazing body.
I could feel a large wet pre-cum spot forming in my own shorts as my rigid tool strained against the material. After years of imagining what it might be like to touch another man’s cock, the actual reality was blowing my mind. I was horny as fuck as I nursed more pre-cum from the glistening, bulbous head of his porn-worthy dick in the quiet, moonlit room. I was hoping this night would never end as I worked my cock and balls free from the fly of my boxer briefs so I could stroke myself while teasing Bill’s cock.
Wanting to further expand my pitiful lack of sexual experience and soothed by Bill’s snoring, I carefully slid one hand under the base of hiss hard-on and raised it slightly. My goal was to play with his cock and gently feed his subconscious without waking him. Placing the palm of one hand lightly on his hairless balls, I opened my mouth and slid my lips gingerly over the head of his cock until the thick head filled my mouth. Careful to avoid any contact with my teeth, I softly tongued and suckled his knob. Curious to see how much of his tool I could take without forcing it, I slid another couple of inches of his rigid cock towards the back of my mouth. His thick head was lightly pressing against the back of my throat when Bill started to talk in his sleep. I couldn’t make out what he was saying but it was more than an occasional murmur. I froze with my eyes open wide and my mouth full of cock, praying for the snoring to resume. Bill may not be aware of what was going on in the boathouse, but he seemed to be enjoying a parallel dream fed by my exploration of his beefcake body.
Thankfully, the snoring returned to a regular pattern and I lightly grasped his thick balls and tugged them downwards, angling his cock perfectly towards my throat. I spent the next few minutes, slowly sliding the first few inches of his cock in and out of my mouth while trying to control my gag reflex. I couldn’t imagine deep-throating his monster dick but I wasn’t about to attempt it regardless afraid that I might wake him. For now, I was content to wetly slurp the upper portion of his cock while gently stroking the remaining shaft with my hand. As I moved my head back and forth on his rod, pre-cum and spit dribbled down onto the shaft lubricating my grip. I was using my slick palm to supplement my head job so that no inch of Bill’s dick was left ignored. While the snoring continued, his cock throbbed and twitched in my grip pumping salty spunk from the tip.
Was it possible that Bill could shoot a load in his sleep? Wet dreams aside, I didn’t think so even though I was eager to swallow my first load. While I imagined his cock pumping hot jizz down my throat, I wondered if the size of his load would be relative to his dick size. Fuck, I was almost ready to risk it but there was no way, it was just too dangerous. He was sure to wake up and then shit would hit the fan. I couldn’t imagine trying to explain my unexplainable actions to a confused yet conscious Bill.
Despite my ongoing mental debate, I kept sliding Bill’s cock in and out of my mouth unable to deny myself the sweet pleasure of stroking and sucking his meat. I was hearing soft moans from Bill and sensing slight thrusts as I worked his knob. Promising myself that I would stop after just one more minute, I suddenly noticed hiss heavy balls had pulled up in his nutsack and his cock was rigid as fuck as the tempo of his breathing increased. Fuck, he was getting close. Freezing in horror with his cock lodged in my throat, his moaning had reached a continuous pitch as his hips made tight thrusts driving his cock through my slippery grip deeper into my hungry mouth. Damn, it was too late, he was going to cum! Panicking, I wasn’t sure what to do and was preparing to pull back when suddenly, Bill’s eyes opened!
“Mhhm...yeah. Huh. Wait, what? Paul? What the hell?!”
I pulled back in horror releasing Bill’s cock from my mouth as it smacked back wetly against his abs. Bill had propped himself up on the bed on his elbows with his wide eyes travelling from his throbbing hard-on and cum-filled balls lodged through the fly of his boxers up to my spit and cum covered guilty face. His expression was a mixture of confusion, lust, and horror as he tried to make sense of the scene in front of him. I noticed his cock was twitching and drooling a long strand of cum from the tip, cruelly robbed of its imminent orgasm.
Beginning to put the pieces together, Bill scrambled out of bed to put some distance between us, backing towards the door with his lumbering cock swaying in front of him. I could see he was trying to process how an erotic dream had transformed into waking to find his best friend’s son about to suck a load from his cock. He grabbed the back of the dresser for support, unsteady from the shock or possibly still feeling the effects of the earlier beers. I could tell that he had noticed my hard cock sticking out of my fly as well. Rubbing his hand across his face and trying to understand the scene in front of him, Bill asked, “Jesus Paul, what’s going on? What are you doing? Are you… gay?”
“Uncle Bill, I’m so sorry. Yeah, I’m gay. I wasn’t sure for awhile but now I’m sure.” I moved over to the edge of the bed and sat down facing him prepared to offer him an explanation of sorts and glad that so far he wasn’t yelling at me.
“Oh man, do your parents know?”
“I don’t think so, I was planning to tell them at the end of the summer.”
“Okay, that’s fine. I’m cool with that but… what the hell was going on here?”
Taking a deep breath, “I fucked up, big time. While I’m gay, I haven’t done anything with anyone yet and when I saw you in the moonlight looking so sexy and handsome, things just got out of hand. I know it was wrong but I’ve always had a crush on you, and I guess I just wanted see what it felt like to touch another man. I’m so sorry Uncle Bill.”
Bill sighed, “Paul, I’m flattered but you just can’t do that. You need to ask first but regardless, you’re a kid and I’m a friend of your parents. Jesus, I can’t believe this!”
“I’m not a kid, I’m an adult. I know what I did was wrong and there’s no excuse but…” glancing down at his rigid cock, “you seemed to be enjoying it and I was definitely enjoying it. I know that doesn’t change the fact that I shouldn’t have done it and I’m sorry.”
Looking down at his hard tool, Bill acknowledged the elephant in the room and conceded, “Okay, you certainly fuelled one of the hottest dreams I can recall but we still can’t do this, it’s just wrong.” After some initial shock on his part, I was impressed with how calm and compassionate he was being. It was part of the reason I had always had a crush on him, he was just such a nice guy, as well as a hunk.
“I know, I’m sorry,” I replied looking downwards but still able to see his hard cock out of the corner of my eye. Gathering my nerve, “Uncle Bill, can I ask you a question? Uh, what were you dreaming about?”
Flustered, Bill answered, “It doesn’t matter what I was dreaming about, what matters is this can’t happen.”
“Right, okay. Can I ask you one more question then… Have you ever fooled around with another guy?” I needed to know if he was shaken because his best friend’s son had put the moves on him in his sleep, or because I was a guy.
Bill hesitated for a moment before replying, “Well, yeah, sure. I have been known to play for both teams although that might be news to your parents, but that’s not the point. You’re Jon and Mary’s son and I’ve known you since you were an actual kid. They would lose their shit if they knew about this.”
Shocked but thrilled that Bill had been with others guys, I decided to plead my case hopeful that there might be a path forward, “I know I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you without your consent but I am an adult and you’re an adult, even if there’s a gap in our age. Also, if I’m not mistaken, we both have hard-ons, although mine isn’t nearly as impressive as yours.”
Bill looked down at my cock which hadn’t softened in the slightest, “Trust me Paul, you’ve got more than enough. Don’t sell yourself short, you’re a handsome man from head to toe and any guy would be lucky to spend time with you in bed.”
I was getting off on Bill talking about my cock and noticed he was staring at it. Reaching down to grab it as if I was considering his words, I stroked it a couple times while he watched. “Yeah, I guess it will do… thanks. So despite how we got here and my huge fuck up, why can’t you be that guy and teach me? I’ve seriously done nothing and I’m so friggin’ horny, I don’t know if I can stand it much longer. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be with for my first time, you’re a wonderful, handsome, and sexy man.” Shocking myself with my boldness, I leaned forward and wrapped my hand around his firm shaft as he jumped in reflex. “Please Bill, teach me, show me what you know. It would mean a lot to me and I’d try to make you feel good as well.”
I could see he was struggling to focus and deciding how to react to my grip on his swollen cock. Ignoring my grip for now, he shook his head, “I can’t Paul, you and your parents are like family to me. I shouldn’t be saying this but to be honest, part of me wouldn’t mind. You’re a good looking, sweet guy, and close to my type if I have one, but it wouldn’t be right.”
I was thrilled to hear that Bill had a type and I was close to it. He had always been my type, a big muscular, gentle giant. While he looked miserable, I noticed that he hadn’t removed my hand from his cock or stepped away as we talked. Emboldened by this, I gently squeezed and stroked his slippery length with my palm as we continued our discussion, “Why not? Why not help make my first time special? You’re an amazing man and I love and trust you completely. What better person to show me the ropes and make sure my first time is a positive experience? All I’m asking for is one night and then I head off to college and you go back to the army, that’s it. Think of it as an early graduation gift.”
Bill was looking at me in frustration, struggling to focus and counter my argument while I massaged his aching tool. Before he could respond, I slipped off the bed to my knees with his cock in my face. Wrapping a hand around his cum-filled balls and holding his thick shaft up to my mouth, I looked up at his moonlit face and said, “Please Bill. Just this once…teach me,” as I leaned forward and slipped the tip of his rock-hard cock into my mouth, dragging my tongue around the bulbous head.
While Bill shook his head and whispered, “No, I can’t Paul…” his cock slipped deeper into my throat as he groaned. I almost felt sorry for him, torn between doing the right thing and what his dick wanted after being kept on the edge for most of the night. Ruthlessly working my advantage, I pulled his heavy balls towards me driving more of his thick dick down my throat while Bill tilted his head back and closed his eyes muttering, “No... fuck.” I wasn’t going to give him a chance to think let alone protest as I ravaged his beautiful cock no longer worried about waking him. Besides, the poor guy likely had a serious case of blue balls after my drawn out teasing and deserved some relief.
Bill was shaking his head watching his cock slide in and out of my mouth as I devoured him. He knew he had to stop this but I was using every trick I could think of to prevent that. I felt a small victory when Bill apparently put his arguments aside for the moment and gripped the sides of my head and slowly fucked my face. I was managing to take about 7 inches of his big cock down my throat while his low hanging balls swung up and brushed against my chin with each thrust.
“Jesus Paul, you’re killing me. I’m definitely going to hell. Are you sure you’ve never done this before? Most people never manage to take this much of my cock down their throat.”
Pausing in my blowjob, “Oh it’s definitely my first time and believe me, I had noticed how hung you are. I’m dying to see if I can deep-throat it.”
“As hot as that would be, I wouldn’t get your hopes up. No one has ever swallowed me balls deep. That said, you might find it easier lying on the edge of the bed with your head tilted back…” Bill helped me up and maneuvered me onto my back with my head hanging off the foot of the bed looking back and up at his proud tool. Resting his hands on the bed beside my shoulders, he crouched down and teased his cock across my open lips. While he’d slip the tip partially in, whenever I’d try to take more, he’d pull back. Now who was being a fucking tease? Growling, I reached back and gripped his upper thighs pulling his thick shaft into my eager mouth on the next pass. Mmmm. Captured, Bill resumed his thrusts and the new angle really was opening up my throat to take more of his thick shaft.
“Damn, you look so hot with your sweet mouth wrapped around my big cock.” I could feel the head of Bill’s dick bulging my throat as I focused on breathing through my nose and suppressing my gag reflex. He was watching me carefully and would back off if he sensed I was choking or gagging. Despite my lack of experience, I wanted to give him a great blowjob. I appreciated him not freaking out and taking a chance on me. Also, I was in lust with his giant dick and needed to swallow his load.
As Bill eased his shaft in and out of my mouth, he said, “You know, it’s not really fair that you get to do all the sucking,” and placed his knees on the edge of the bed, leaning all the way forward to slip my aching tool into his mouth for my first ever 69. Oh fuck, Uncle Bill was sucking my cock and it felt amazing!
Pulling his cock from my mouth, I gasped, “I’m going to cum if you keep doing that!”
As Bill slurped his tongue up and down the length, he responded, “That’s the idea Paul. Also, you’re young and full of cum as they say and we’ve got all night so go ahead and fill my mouth with your load. I want to see how you taste.” Gripping my balls with his hand, he slipped my cock back into his mouth. This was definitely not his first time giving head, the man could suck dick like a champ.
As the sensations intensified, I squirmed on the bed while Bill’s cock and low hanging balls swung in my face. I couldn’t take it anymore, it was too much. I was going to cum! I tried to warn him but he ignored me as he doubled-down on sucking and stroking my swollen cock. As my body arched, I sprayed the back of Bill’s mouth with hot cum. As my cock spasmed and squirted, he moaned and intensified his actions sliding my spurting cock from his mouth and hungrily lapping at the shooting head, smearing cum across his mouth and moustache. Bill was attacking my cock like a hungry puppy driving me over the edge as I thrashed underneath him. As my cock finished pumping out its final squirts of cum, he slipped my hypersensitive tool back into his mouth and cleaned off any remaining spunk. I relaxed back into the bed as he finally released my cock and stood above my head looking down at me licking his lips. I noticed he had a few strands of my cum on his cheek and moustache. He looked sexy as fuck.
“So, that’s what you taste like, I’ve wondered. Amazing.” I couldn’t believe Uncle Bill had just sucked me off and was now savoring my load. I could die tomorrow and die a happy man as I gazed up at my longtime crush.
Catching my breath, “That was better than I ever imagined. I can’t wait to do it again but now it’s your turn.” Bill’s dick was swaying above my face with a strand of pre-cum dripping from it. I stretched my neck back to capture the strand on my tongue, and slipped the thick tip of his cock back into my mouth. I couldn’t believe I was sucking his cock and I couldn’t get enough of his thick length. Bill groaned and bent his knees, easing his shaft back into my hungry mouth. I was getting better at controlling my breathing and gag reflex as his cock slid down my throat. What can I say, I’m a quick learner with sufficient motivation. He seemed to be enjoying my newfound abilities as he glided his lumbering slab of meat in and out of my throat but I sensed he was holding back worried that he’d overwhelm me. Impatient and ready for more, I reached back and grabbed his meaty ass cheeks driving him deeper down my throat. It wasn’t easy but I focused on breathing through my nose and relaxing my throat and after some false starts and a few tears and coughs, I suddenly realized his massive cock had bottomed out as his balls pressed against my face. I was taking all 10 inches of Bill’s cock!
Bill groaned realizing at the same time that he was balls deep. I felt him pick up the pace eager to bust a nut, “Fuck, I don’t know how you’re doing this Paul but please don’t stop.” Plunging his dick deep into my mouth over and over, he yelled and tensed as I felt the first jet of hot cum splash the back of my throat. Bill growled as he gripped my head and fucked my face as volleys of cum filled my mouth. I was struggling to breathe and swallow with the volume of his load. Noticing this, he pulled his cock out worried that I’d choke, or drown. As I coughed and caught my breath, his cock continued to spasm and spray strands of cum across my face while I held onto his balls. Not wanting to waste any more of his sweet load, I caught my breath and gobbled his cum drooling head back into my mouth swallowing the last few remaining blasts of spunk. His hips were still gently thrusting forward as I milked the rest of his load from his cock.
We grinned at each other as Bill crouched down and proceeded to lap up his errant load from my face with his tongue. He lovingly and methodically slurped up every drop and strand until my face was clean. With his work done, he kissed me, exploring my mouth with his thick tongue. I groaned and met his tongue with mine getting off on the taste of cum. Noticing that he still had some of my cum hanging from his moustache from earlier, I reached out and cleaned up Bill as well. I loved the taste of our combined loads as our tongues explored each other’s mouth. Licking his lips, he pulled back and smiled down at me, “Hey there.”
“Hey.”
“Are you okay?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Good, me too. I can’t believe you took my full dick on your first time, I’m impressed.” I smiled at Bill’s praise pleased that he had enjoyed my blowjob. “Let’s get you more comfortable,” as he reached down to help me sit up and scoot around on the bed so I was lying on my back with my head resting on a pillow up against the headboard. While I shifted, he took the opportunity to slip his boxers off. Standing before me in his naked glory, he crawled up onto the bed and grabbed the waistband of my shorts pulling them off as well. My hard dick flopped onto my abs as Bill crawled the rest of the way up onto the bed so that his large frame was hanging over me with his handsome face inches from mine and our erections pressed against each other as he lean down to kiss me again. “That’s better. You know, you are so fucking sexy. I couldn’t believe what a little stud you had become when I saw you chopping wood earlier. I’ve been fighting a semi from the moment I arrived.”
“Damn, I wish I had known. I would have jumped you earlier!” Reaching down and wrapping my hand around Bill’s hard cock, I teased, “You know for an old guy, I’m impressed with how fast you bounce back.”
“You little brat. I’ll show you how hard I bounce back,” as Bill slid down my body, kissing my chest and sucking and chewing on my nipples before kissing his way down my abs. He was tickling me with his furry moustache as he followed my treasure trail down to my hard cock. He lapped at the head and teased the length of my shaft with his tongue. Stopping at my balls, he licked and sucked my bag. I looked down in awe as Bill slipped both of my balls into his sexy mouth and rolled them with his tongue. Releasing my balls, he placed his hands under the back of my knees and gently pushed my legs up towards my head so my cock and ass lay exposed before him. “You have such a beautiful ass, I’m going to enjoy this.” While I wasn’t sure what he was about to do, I trusted him and felt lucky to have him teaching me. Pushing my legs wider and higher, he lowered his face and nuzzled and licked the area under my balls. It felt amazing to have him tease my taint with his tongue while his moustache scratched against my balls. His tongue continued downwards as he licked around my puckered hole. Damn. Bill circled the rim with his tongue, lapping at my ass, leaving it wet with his spit. “How does that feel?”
“Oh my god, don’t stop!”
Bill smiled up at me from between my legs, “Wait, it gets better!” Pushing my hips higher, I felt his tongue lick firmly around the edge of my hole moving closer to the opening until the thick tip of his tongue was burrowing into my tight ass. Fuck. Alternating between lapping his tongue up my crack and plunging his tongue deep into my channel, I grabbed my own legs and pulled them wider, eager to get more of his tongue up my ass. Bill’s five o’clock shadow was rubbing against my ass as his tongue aggressively reamed my opening. Noticing my twitching cock, he reached up and wrapped his hand around it pulling it towards him. The combination of his forceful rimjob and slippery handjob was driving me nuts. Leaning backwards, he spit onto my hole a couple times and rubbed the wetness around with his tongue.
With my entrance slick with spit and stretched by his tongue, he lay his long cock between my crack and slid it back and forth in the wet groove, teasing my puckered hole with his ridged head. Bill looked down in wonder at the sight of his big tool riding my ass.
“Fuck me Bill.” I wasn’t sure if I could take it but I wanted to try.
“God I want to so bad Paul but I think we should work our way up to that given this is your first time. I wouldn’t want to rush it and hurt you. To be honest, I still might be too much for you anyway.”
“Okay, but I want to try it at some point tonight. For now, you’d better stop rubbing your cock on my ass, it feels too good. How about you let me eat your ass instead?”
Bill grinned, “I won’t say no to that.”
Switching positions on the bed, he lay on his back, and pulled his muscular legs back towards his head exposing his meaty ass. I admired the view of his pink hole below his heavy balls and his rock-hard cock stretched across his abs and chest. Noticing the distance from his cock head to his mouth, I was thinking Bill might actually be able to suck himself and wondered if he’d ever tried.
Positioning myself so I could get at Bill’s ass, I followed his example and lapped his cock and head, working my way down to his heavy balls. They were much bigger than mine and I had no hope of sucking both into my mouth but I lapped away at his sack and managed to slip one ball at a time into my mouth. I loved the salty taste and Bill seemed to be enjoying the tongue massage.
Moving downwards, I traced my tongue down to his hole and tried something I had read about online. Using my tongue, I traced the letters of the alphabet across his hole, pressing deeper on each pass. From the growls coming from Bill, he seemed to approve of my technique. His ass tasted clean with a slightly musky flavor. I was discovering I loved eating ass and tried to zero in on driving my tongue deep into his hole. The more I probed and slobbered, the more he groaned so I went to town and tried to fuck him with my tongue as I gripped his firm ass.
“Fuck Paul, how do you know how to do this? That feels amazing.” Bill was shoving his ass back towards my face trying to get more of my tongue up his opening. Following his lead, I spit several times on his crack, lubricating my tongue and getting his hole nice and slick. Wanting to try everything he had tried, I sat up and placed my hard tool against his crack and slid it along the wet crease. It felt amazing to be humping his big bubble butt. I couldn’t believe I had a stud like Bill on his back letting me ride him with my cock.
“Fuck me Paul.”
Wait, what? My long time muscle stud crush was asking me to fuck him after discouraging me from doing the same to him. I looked up at Bill in shock.
“Are you serious?”
“Do I look like I’m kidding? I want your beautiful cock in my ass. Do it.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice as I spit into my hand and greased up my shaft, pressing the tip against his wet hole. I was shocked that Bill was willing to bottom but I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity. As the head of my cock slid into his tight hole, he gasped, “Easy, just go slow.”
Easing back and forth, I gradually slid my head and then my entire cock all the way into his hungry hole. He was so fucking tight, it felt amazing. Bill looked hot in the moonlight as he watched me take his ass. This is what I had been waiting for since I first realized I was gay but I had won the lottery with Bill as my first fuck. With my balls pressed against his ass, we both groaned. “That’s it Paul, oh fuck that feels so good.”
“You should try it on this end,” I quipped.
Holding Bill’s legs spread by his ankles, I paused for a moment to give him a chance to adjust to my length, and then slid back out about an inch and then back in. Oh yeah. I increased my stroke by another inch and felt him push back into my thrust obviously enjoying my cock.
“Okay Paul, now fuck me and fuck me hard. Please...”
Groaning at Bill’s words, I gripped his ankles tighter and started to ride my cock in and out of his tight, hot hole. He had reached down and was jerking off his cock while I rode him and it was the most erotic sight of my 18 years. I couldn’t believe this muscle stud was letting me take his ass while he begged me to fuck him harder.
“Oh yeah, just like that.” I seemed to be hitting Bill at just the right angle as his cock jerked in his hand while I railed him. He was letting out a long moan as he grunted with each thrust. He had released his cock and was grabbing his thighs pulling his legs higher and wider so I could fuck him deeper. Reaching down and wrapping my hand around his beautiful cock, I lifted it up towards his mouth as I fucked him.
“Suck it.”
Bill looked up at me in surprise and back down at his engorged cock head considering, while I continued to slide into him. Deciding to comply, he tilted his head up and strained forward slipping about 2 inches of his cock into his mouth. Whoa, I knew it! Damn, this was hot. I was fucking a hung, army stud while I fed his own cock to him. “Oh yeah, suck that big dick. I know you love it.” Bill seemed to be getting off on self sucking his tool as I drove my cock into his tight, warm hole. Each thrust would push his hips upward and bring his cock closer to his mouth as he slurped at the head. He was like a cat in heat as his buff body strained and contorted in front of me trying to get more of my cock in his ass while sucking his own big tool. I was leaning harder into him as I pressed his legs higher and he had about 3-4 inches of his thick cock in his mouth. Picking up speed, I drilled into him as he groaned and slobbered over his cock. The room was full of the sounds of our mutual groans, the slap of wet skin, and loud sucking while I focused on destroying Bill’s hot hole.
Bill’s moans increased in volume as I felt his ass clench around my tool as he milked the tip of his thick cock head. Coming up for air, he yelled, “Fuck!” as a spurt of cum shot from his cock tip towards his mouth landing partly in his mouth and across his moustache. Watching him give himself a cum facial and feeling his hole spasm around my cock put me over the edge as I started to cum as well. As Bill struggled to catch and swallow his load, I pounded his asshole loving the feel of his hole gripping and massaging my cock as I squirted my hot load into him. I was impressed with how much cum he was shooting with his second load of the night as he hungrily lapped up his spunk. We were both covered in a film of sweat as we strained and flexed on the bed filling Bill’s mouth and ass with hot cum. I couldn’t imagine a better first fuck as we both groaned and rode our orgasms.
Finally spent and catching our breath, Bill lowered his legs while I collapsed on his spunk covered chest and kissed his cum covered mouth with my cock still lodged in his hole. We were once again exchanging cum kisses as our tongues mingled and his cock twitched against my abs. Bill wrapped his arms and legs around me pulling me deeper into his ass and whispered, “I’ve never done that before on both accounts.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve never sucked my cock and I’ve never been fucked.”
“No way! Wow, I feel honored. You looked so hot swallowing your own load while I fucked you.”
“It was amazing, you’re a great lover Paul.” Noticing how sweaty and covered with spunk we both were Bill said, “I don’t know about you but I could use a swim to rinse some of this off.”
“Great idea, I love to skinny dip.” Reluctantly, I pulled my cock from Bill’s hole and grabbed a couple of beach towels. Opening the door with Bill following me, we quietly made our way down the stairs. The lake was calm and moonlit as we walked to the end of the dock. Taking a moment to admire his naked form, I leaned up and kissed him and whispered, “Thanks Bill, you’re an amazing teacher.”
He smiled back and whispered, “I should be thanking you.” With Bill watching, I quietly climbed down the ladder at the end of the dock lowering myself into the warm lake. We were taking care to be quiet knowing how easy sound travels on the water. The last thing we needed was someone discovering us naked and covered in spunk. He slipped into the lake as well and treaded water over to me. I nuzzled up to him kissing him on his lips and wrapping my legs around his hips. Fuck he was sexy.
I loved the feel of floating naked in the dark water wrapped around this hunk of a man. As my semi-hard cock pressed into Bill’s abs, I noticed his cock was working on its third erection of the night as well. He was gripping my ass cheeks and holding me up while we kissed deeply. Mmm. As we continued to float, Bill’s hard-on slipped between my legs until I was riding it like a pool noodle as we bobbed in the lake.
“That feels great,” I said as I slid back and forth along his rigid shaft on my ass and gripped his muscular shoulders. Leaning close to him I whispered, “I’m thinking once we clean up, you should take me back upstairs and fuck me.”
“Paul, I’d love to but I’m a lot. I’m not bragging but trust me, a big dick isn’t all great. Some people just can’t take it, or don’t even want to try in some cases.”
“Well, I definitely want to try and I know you’ll be gentle and go slow. I want to feel this baby buried in my ass and shooting a big load,” as I clenched my legs around Bill’s dick.
“Alright, I’m game but promise me you’ll let me know if it’s too much. There’s a ton of other stuff we can do.”
“Deal. I’ve got a jar of lube beside the bed that we can use if that helps.”
“Okay, cool. Have you tried poppers?”
“Nope, what do they do?”
“It kind of makes everything feel good and relaxes your hole. I always keep some on me given my girth so we can try using them if you like.”
“I want to try it all so yes. Let’s wash off this spunk and head back up. I can’t wait.”
“Okay, c’mere for one more kiss first.”
We kissed and floated in the water with our legs wrapped around each other and our hard cocks making themselves known. Eager to get back up to the privacy of the boathouse, we swam back to the dock and towelled ourselves off before padding back up the stairs. Back in the room, I grabbed a jar of Albolene I kept for jerking off. I had discovered it a few years ago and used nothing else, the stuff was fucking amazing. I was hoping it would work well for anal sex as well. Bill reached into his duffel bag and grabbed a bottle from his shaving kit. We were all set.
Standing beside the bed, we wrapped ourselves around each other and kissed deeply. Scooping a dab of Albolene from the jar, I reached between us and greased up Bill’s impressive cock. He moaned as I generously coated both his thick tool and balls with the slippery cream. Pulling him forward with his cock, I lay back on the bed and spread my legs while he positioned himself on top of me. Bill dipped his fingers into the jar of lube and spread a generous amount around and in my hole, teasing and stretching me while his dick poked and prodded me. He wrapped a slippery hand around my straining cock as well so we were both slick and greased while his thumb teased my hole.
“How does that feel?” Bill asked.
I was riding my ass up against his thumb enjoying what he was doing. “Amazing,” I answered as I reached for his slick tool and stroked it with one hand as he slid his thumb all the way into my ass and teased my dick.
Pointing to the poppers bottle on the nightstand, Bill told me to unscrew the cap and carefully hold it up to one nostril while holding the other one closed. I followed his instructions getting a strong whiff of the chemical smell as he told me to repeat on each side a couple of times. When I stopped and let out my breath, I felt a rush flow through me while he continued to massage my hole and play with my cock. I could feel my cock throbbing as my nerve endings went crazy with the stimulation while Bill slipped two fingers into my greasy hole.
“Oh yeah, fuck that’s hot. Keep doing that.”
Bill dipped his fingers back into the lube and increased to three fingers while I rode his hand thrusting my hips back at him. I looked at him in wonder and amazement at the sensation.
“You’re doing great Paul. Take another hit of poppers,” Bill instructed. While he continued to fuck and stretch my entrance with his fingers, I took another deep hit of the little brown jar eager to experience another rush. It felt so hot to have his fingers stretching my ass as he increased to four fingers. It felt snug but my ass was stretching to accommodate and it was starting to feel amazing.
“I want your cock in me Bill, please.”
“Okay but we’ll go slow. Tell me if anything hurts or you want to stop.”
Nodding in agreement, Bill repositioned himself so his cock head was resting on my slippery hole. He was rubbing the pre-cum covered head up and down my crack pressing the tip against my ass on each pass. Reaching for more lube, he slathered up his cock once more before pressing the greasy tip directly against my puckered ring. Directing me to take a longer hit of poppers, he began to tease my hungry hole while I sniffed deeply until I couldn’t take anymore. Putting the bottle aside, he nodded at me while I let my breath out feeling a massive rush slam into my body. I felt my hole relax and widen as his cock tip pressed forward and slid into me. Oh yeah, that felt so right but I needed more.
“Keep going.”
Bill looked at me and slid the rest of his head until the ridge slipped past my tight ring. Oh fuck. His thick cock head was in me and it felt amazing. Nodding at Bill, I encouraged him to continue as he slid another inch deeper. Stopping to rest and let me adjust, he continued to stroke my cock causing me to squirm and groan while my ass tried to pull him deeper. Edging backwards slightly, Bill slid forward another inch, carefully stopping to let me get used to it before pulling back and sliding forward another inch each time. He was being so gentle and careful that we were both surprised when he bottomed out with his big throbbing dick impaled in my ass. I felt stretched but otherwise okay, I wanted him to fuck me.
“Are you ready for more Paul?”
“Fuck yeah. Give it to me Bill, I want to feel your big cock shoot a load in my ass.”
Smiling Bill, started to slide back before sliding forward and lengthening his thrust each time while my ass adjusted to his cock. I eagerly grabbed the poppers for another hit enjoying the high and appreciating how relaxed it seemed to make my hole. I wanted him to use and abuse my ass, it felt so wonderful having this big hunk slide his cock into me. I was also noticing that there was a spot deep inside of me that Bill’s cock was rubbing against that was hardwired to my cock and was driving me fucking crazy.
As Bill fucked me, he reached down and put my arms around his neck, “Hold on tight, I want to try something.” Gripping my hips, he leaned back pulling me up with him until he was kneeling on the bed with my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips while he supported my legs with his powerful arms. Shifting backwards on the bed, he moved until he was able to stand lifting me up with his cock still buried in my ass while he held me aloft. As I held onto his neck, he gripped my ass in his hands and started to lift me up before dropping me back and thrusting upwards as I bounced down on his cock. Damn, I couldn’t believe Bill was fucking me in mid-air as I slammed down onto his giant tool over and over. He made it look effortless as he leaned forward to kiss me while his cock pounded my suspended ass.
My greasy cock was sliding up and down Bill’s six pack while his thick cock head battered my prostate. I was close to cumming while his groans and thrusts increased. My smaller body was being hammered by his powerful thrusts as I hung on for dear life. Fuck…
Unable to take anymore, I felt myself spraying cum all over Bill’s abs and chest as I rode his cock. I could feel my ass clenching with each spurt as I came, tipping him over the edge as he yelled shooting his load deep within my bowels. I was worried he might be heard as he fucked me hard. I didn’t want this amazing feeling to end as I thrust against his torso and rode his cock as Bill pumped the rest of his load into my tight ass.
Bill turned around and let my ass rest on the edge of the dresser while he caught his breath. “Jesus Christ, you’re a fucking machine,” I moaned into his ear.
He quietly laughed still gently thrusting into me, “Sorry I got a bit carried away but that’s something I’ve been wanting to try since I woke up.”
Confused by his words, “What do you mean?”
“You asked me what I was dreaming about when you were blowing me in my sleep. This is what I was dreaming about when I almost came in your mouth earlier.”
“You were dreaming about fucking someone standing up?”
“No, I was dreaming about fucking you in this position. I told you, seeing you in your shorts chopping wood really turned me on. You are totally my type and that’s where my subconscious took me. I guess I should thank you for making my dream come true, although I have to say the reality was hotter.”
With my arms around Bill’s neck and still impaled on his cock I laughed, “Happy to help. What’s next teacher?”
“Jesus Paul, can’t an old guy take a break first?”
“You bet gramps but make it quick. I need to cram for my exams.”
Leaning forward and shoving his lubed cock deeper into my tight hole, Bill quipped, “I’m more than happy to help you with cramming Paul.”
Fuck, I was getting hard… again. I think we’d both be sleeping in tomorrow at this rate but I was glad Bill had opted for the boathouse.
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