Say Uncle

Say Uncle

Nicky Noxville

All my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own, where STI’s do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are highly unsafe in this world. I’m not going to say don’t try this at home, but take care of yourself.

All my characters are of legal age, and you should be, too—do not read my stories if you are under the legal age in your country/area. Any resemblance to real persons, locations, or events is entirely coincidental.

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And now, our feature presentation…

---CHAPTER ONE---

Nathan, my best friend since second grade stood above me in the locker room. He cornered me after class, when I thought everyone else was gone already, and now he had me on my knees. His hands were on my shoulders, holding me down, my eyes level with his crotch. He was only wearing his jock, and I could tell he was getting hard behind the flimsy pouch. My eyes were drawn to it, but I couldn’t let him know how much I wanted it. He was my best friend!     “Come on, dude, suck it,” he commanded. I looked up, my eyes sliding from his crotch over his torso, his abs lightly defined and his chest just starting to bulk up, to his face. His expression was hard to place. Amused? Knowing? Certainly superior… It was like he was calling me a faggot with his eyes. My gaze settled on his crotch again, my tongue darting out to brush across my lips.

“No, I’m not… I’m not gay…” but I didn’t look away, and he knew it. He closed the space between us, bringing his crotch closer to my face.

“You were getting fucked by Coach Carr in the chem. lab, faggot; we all know you love dick, so stop pretending.” The world shifted.

I was belly-down on one of the cold, dark tables in the chemistry lab, my naked torso sweat-glued to the tabletop. My legs were suspended in the air, gripped in strong hands, parted, wrapped around Coach Carr’s strong hips. He slammed forward, a sudden thrust all the way in, and I groaned as my cock bounced in the gap between my hips and the table, trails of precum splashing onto the side of it and sliding slowly toward the tan tiles of the floor. I snapped out of it.

“That’s not what you think it was!” I tried to argue with Nathan without looking away from his erection, not sure myself what else it could have been. I licked my lips again. “I’m not a… a… fag.”

“Dude, I was there. Coach fucked you, and you came all over yourself… it’s kind of obvious you liked it.” He took a short pause, reaching down and groping his bulge as he added, “Faggot.”

I groaned. The world shifted.

The door slammed open. I could feel Coach Carr pause, half way out of my ass, as a herd of my classmates walked in. The sound faded quickly, individual voices rising above the falling cacophony to deliver their own commentary.

“Coach is fucking Phelps!”

“The fuck?!?”

“Stanny’s a fag!”

“Holy shit.”

Coach gripped my legs tighter, his cock jerking around my insides to the rhythm of the same lewd commentary that had painted my face red. I heard him let out a resigned, “Fuck…” Then he slid all the way back into me as he leaned forward to whisper in my ear.

“Looks like we’re busted, kid. We might as well go out with a bang and give them a good show.” Out, in. Out, in. Out, in. My face turned a previously undiscovered shade of red when I realized that I was moaning out loud in front of half my class. I couldn’t stop. My moaning seemed even louder as all the voices died down, everyone just watching. I heard the shutter sound from a cellphone camera, and looked around to see a number of phones out, snapping pictures.

Coach had been fucking me for a couple of weeks, but never like this. He was pounding into me, taking me to new heights of pleasure. It felt like I had no control of my body; I was nothing but a lewd puppet, and he was grasping my strings and jerking me around to his will.

I couldn’t stop moaning.

I couldn’t stop pushing back.

I couldn’t stop my dick from bouncing up, rigid, and shooting cum all over the side of the lab table when I felt coach start to cum, deep inside me.

“The fag’s cumming from getting fucked…”

“Look at the queer…”

“Can’t fucking believe my eyes…”

“What a slut…”

“Dickworshipper…”

“Faggot…” The voices were blending together, adding another layer to my humiliation as my balls drained down the side of the table, my ass jerking around Coach’s hard shaft.

My knees pressed into the locker room floor. My face pressed into my best friend’s crotch. I took a deep breath without meaning to, getting turned on by the smell of him. My eyes were closed, my body shaking; embarrassed; anticipating. He pulled back, and then his cock slapped against my left cheek, dragged across my lips, and thunk’d heavily against my right cheek.

“Stan, bro, no straight guy likes getting fucked like that. You can stop lying, now. We all know.” His cock slid into my mouth, and I surrendered to him and started sucking…

My eyes snapped open, face flushed, and I could feel myself cumming in my jeans. I concentrated on staying quiet, orgasm fogging my mind. Where was I? The pleasure started to fade, and I looked down at the wet spot on my jeans, and then around the bus. I blushed when I noticed one guy watching me, a crooked smile on his face, but nobody else was looking. I thought back on the past few weeks and the events that had put me in this seat.

First, I was caught getting fucked by Coach Carr; that was hard enough for my parents–they had started praying over me every night, begging God not to let me be a faggot. The problem was that the whole school already knew. They had SEEN how good getting fucked made me feel, and they were taking advantage of me.

I got caught again before two weeks had past, splayed over a bench in the locker room with a dick in both ends. The guys fucking me didn’t get in trouble, after all, “boys will be boys,” the principal pointed out. I tried so hard to be a good son, to be different than what I was, and to ignore my body, but my classmates already knew I wanted it, and they wouldn’t take no for an answer.

The third time I got caught, my parents kicked me out. They had warned me that, if it happened again, I wouldn’t be welcome in the house anymore. I knew that, even as the principal walked in on me blowing the school custodian. I tried to get out of it by sucking him off, or letting him fuck me, but he didn’t let me and called my parents instead.

Now, I was on my way to live with my uncle, who I barely knew. I’d only seen him a couple of times a year at family holidays in the past, but the past few years he hadn’t even made it to those… It felt so awkward, but there was nobody else for me to turn to. He didn’t really know much about what had happened, and since I was going to be in a new city where nobody knew, I just said that mom and dad had kicked me out for coming out as gay… he didn’t need to know it was really because I kept getting caught fucking at school. I was hard again, behind my cum-soaked denim, when the bus arrived. The guy who had noticed my wet dream kept giving me knowing looks and groping himself when only I was looking. I felt like crawling over and blowing him. Uncle Colton was waiting for me when the bus stopped. I grabbed my bag and got in his car, leaving the guy from the bus looking disappointed. The drive home from the station passed in silence.

The first thing I noticed when I walked into Uncle Colt’s house was the smell; it smelled funny… No, not funny… Good. It smelled good. I found myself breathing deeper, feeling light headed, as he gave me the grand tour. It was a nice, three bedroom house. The downstairs bedroom was his office, so he took me upstairs and showed me his room first.

“And last, but not least, this will be your room.” Uncle Colt pushed the door open and my jaw dropped. There was a king sized bed up against the right wall that looked comfortable as hell. Right across from the door was a desk with a computer on it. Not just a computer, the coolest computer I’d ever seen. I gaped at it. It looked like a custom build.

“Just a welcome home present. It’ll be easier to catch up at your new school with a decent computer, don’t you think?” He winked at me.

“Thank you so much… I don’t even know what to say.” He stepped across the room and gave me a hug. I couldn’t help but take a deep breath when he did. He smelled like the house… Or, rather, I suppose, the house smelled like him.

“Settle in, I’ll get dinner ready.” He backed away, ruffling his fingers through my hair before he walked out, leaving me wondering why the feeling of his fingers through my hair was making me hard. I unpacked my clothes into the dresser and sat down at the computer. I went to my email, first thing, aware that I didn’t have any friends left, and that I was living with the only family member who would talk to me, so I didn’t really expect to have any messages. When my email came up, my eyes shot right to the third new message, ignoring the preceding spam offers. It was from Nathan, my best friend in the world, before he learned I was a faggot. After that, he’d started using me, just like the other boys. I opened the message.

To: Stanley Phelps

From: Nathan Parker

Subject: Bye bye buddy

“Hey, Stan. So sad to see you moved. Even more surprised you wanted to, given how well we were taking care of you. We put together some parting gifts for you. Enjoy.”

I stared at the message for a few moments, and then at the links that followed it. I clicked the first one and a video player opened up. I clicked play, and there I was on the screen, getting fucked by Coach Carr. I was rock hard and felt humiliated all over again. The angle the video was shot at showed the arch in my back while my dick slapped against the table with each thrust. My face, in profile, looked shocked—not by the fact that I was getting fucked, but rather shocked by how good it felt. My mouth was gaping in a wide O as I moaned and writhed beneath my coach’s tight body. You could hear coach trash talking me, calling me a faggot and a slut, while he pounded into me. You could hear me moaning, which I realized now grew more intense with each lewd comment. You could see me rocking my body, hunching into the fuck, gasping and crying out in pleasure. You could hear my classmates calling me a slut, and a faggot, and a whore.

The video had over 2,000 views. That many people had seen me getting fucked at school by my own fucking coach in front of half my fucking class! I closed the browser, quickly, worried that I wouldn’t be able to keep from cumming if I saw myself lose it on the video.

I clicked the second link. Another video. I was almost too scared to click play. I couldn’t believe how horny the first video had made me; it was humiliating.

What else had been recorded?

The video started with white text on a black background reading, “For a good time call Stanley Phelps.” Then it started. Another cell phone video of me blowing a classmate. You couldn’t tell who the person stuffing my face was, but you could see my face clear as day. And then the guy was cumming, and I was swallowing and moaning when he pulled the head of his cock out and soaked my face in his cum. I watched my tongue lashing the air, apparently hungry for as much cum as I could get down my throat. A hand started scooping from my face, and I watched myself eagerly suck the cum from his fingers. It started again, with a different cock. And then another. And then I was getting fucked. And two cocks were cumming, one on either side of my face, as I tried to whip my head back and forth to get cum from them both at the same time. Two hands were scooping what I didn’t catch to feed it to me.

I could remember each fuck, each delicious load, and there it is on the internet for anyone to see. I closed the video and clicked the next link.

This one was a slide show of cocks, all from the same angle. My classmates cocks. I recognized most of them; the ones I didn’t recognize made me feel hornier and hornier. I felt a rush of disappointment that I hadn’t gotten to see them in person, and then a flush of shame that made my cock lurch. “Faggot,” I gasped to myself.

I ran away from these guys! Why is this making me so horny?

I moved on to the final link, a slide show of me getting fucked by coach. Every moment, every angle… I was rubbing my cock through my jeans, ready to take it out and make myself cum.

“Why are you getting turned on by this? Fucking faggot!” I said to myself. The wet spot on my jeans kept growing.

“Dinner’s ready.” I hadn’t heard the door open! I turned around, my hands flying to cover my crotch as I tried to put my body between my uncle and the pictures of me getting fucked on the computer. He smiled at me, a little wickedly, I thought, and then turned to walk away. I sank back in the chair, my cock throbbing and leaking. He must not have seen; if he had, he would be upset.

My head had cleared a little, so I closed the slide show and hit reply on Nathan’s message. “Don’t contact me you sick fuck.” I sent the message and minimized my email, arranging my still plumped cock in as inconspicuous a way as I could manage. I came out to the kitchen and there was a woman sitting at the table already. She saw me pause and stood up, walking over to introduce herself.

“You must be Stanley. I’m Veronica, your uncle’s girlfriend.”

“Uh, nice to meet you.” I held out my hand. She laughed and came in for a hug.

“Welcome home, kiddo. I’m glad you’re here. It’ll be good for you uncle.” She let me go and sat back down at the table. “Have a seat,” she indicated a place setting to her right, on the closest side of the square table. I took it, watching my uncle put food onto plates. He set a plate of spaghetti in front of me, then brought over two more for himself and Veronica. I was happy to discover that they weren’t the chat-as-you-eat type, so I sat and ate spaghetti. I thought it tasted a little funny, but neither of them said anything so I figured it was just me. I stopped noticing after a while, feeling a little odd. I was feeling strangely resentful of Veronica. I finished eating, and sat waiting for both of them to finish.

Hey, Uncle Colt is kind of hot, said a voice in my head. Faggot, said another. I was hard again. Really hard. I excused myself and went upstairs, trying to casually keep my crotch covered as I went. I looked back from the stairs, it looked like they both were smiling while they finished eating.

I took off my shirt and jeans and sat down at the computer chair in just my tented boxers. I couldn’t be this horny over being exposed to the internet as a faggot, it just wasn’t possible.

I went back to the slide show of my classmates’ cocks and started watching as cock after familiar cock crossed the screen. I zoned out at some point, staring blankly ahead, hard and dripping into the already saturated material of my shorts. The slide show ended, and I was so horny. I went back to the video of coach fucking me… God, watching it, I could remember every moment. I remembered how it all felt. Coach knew how to use that thick cock of his, and then half the guys in the school were watching us. They were taking pictures and videos with their phones. And then coach had told me that, since he was fucked, we might as well finish and put on a good show. You couldn’t tell what he said on the video, when he leaned in and whispered into my ear, but I knew.

And then he had started fucking me like I had never been fucked before. I pulled my cock through the fly of my shorts and started slowly rubbing it, already so horny that it couldn’t take much.

Can’t cum yet.

I kept watching after I came on the video, seeing something I didn’t remember. There, in front of everybody, with his cock buried in my ass, coach had scooped my cum up from the side of the lab table and held it to my face. I watched myself, dazed, lick my own cum from his fingers before he pulled out of me, zipped up, and left for good.  It took me a second to realize the video was over. I was so horny!

Don’t cum.

I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I wanted to cum so bad, but… not yet. The shower had full dispensers of shampoo, conditioner, and body soap, so I just used what was there. It smelled great. I lathered my hair, my mind stuck on coach. He was the best fuck I ever had. He was the oldest, too… About Uncle Colt’s age.

My dick throbbed, a pearl of precum dripping down to the floor of the shower.

Noooo, I can’t think about my uncle like that. “Faggot,” I admonished myself.

I put conditioner into my hair, leaving it in as I began to soap up my body. It all smelled so good. I put some of the conditioner in my hand and started to stroke my cock with it. I’d have to find a way to get laid, soon. This was crazy… I was so horny I was even thinking about my uncle sexually.

He is in really good shape, said a voice in my head. And I know you’ve noticed his package.

Don’t cum.

I groaned and rinsed off. I got out of the shower and dried off, walking naked back to the computer. I’d left open the slide show of myself getting fucked by coach, and it was still looping on the screen. Shit, Uncle Colt could have walked in and seen!

I sat back down at the computer and started lightly stroking my cock, wondering what would happen if Uncle Colt did catch me watching a video of myself getting fucked. I closed it and got into bed naked, trying to fall asleep.

As I drifted, half asleep, I rolled over onto my pillow and inhaled deeply, relaxing. An image filled my head. Me, on my knees. Uncle Colt standing over me, cock hard. I imagined sucking his cock, periodically gasping a quick, “faggot!” every time my mind started to come out of it. The shame of it made me so horny that I would lapse right back into the dream.

“Let me see it shoot into your mouth.” In my mind fogged state, I imagined my uncle pulling out his ejaculating cock. I could see myself, holding my mouth open, tongue extended, as spurt after spurt of delicious cum fired into my mouth and across my face. I groaned, my dick squished lewdly between my body and the sheets, and drifted off to sleep.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

I snapped awake, confused. The first thing I realized was that I’d been having a dream about getting fucked by my own uncle. I called myself a faggot, and laid back down, my cock bouncing up from between my legs.

THUMP THUMP THUMP.

The second thing I realized was that I could still hear fucking, still feel it through the pounding against the wall.

“Ohhhhhh! Mmmmnnnn.” My Uncle, fucking Veronica. I started to stroke myself, writhing on the sheets to the sound of my uncle fucking his girlfriend. My uncle, fucking. Right fucking a foot away through this wall. I felt the feelings from dinner return, the resentment… But it wasn’t the same, it was changing. Not resentment… jealousy. Was that it? Yeah. I was jealous of her, getting fucked like that.

By your uncle. “Fuck,” I panted under my breath, “No, faggot, no!” Uncle Colt, fucking.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Fuck! Then it stopped. I could hear panting through the wall, and then…

“That’s right, I know you want to suck it, bitch,” my uncle said. I could hear Veronica moan and gasp, my jealousy growing. “I know you love it in your pussy. You love it in your mouth, too. You’re a fucking slut for my cock.” I found myself trying to ignore Veronica, pretending my uncle was speaking to me. It went on for hours.

Can’t cum yet.

I started fingering my ass, surrendering to the humiliating desire washing through my body. I imagined myself getting drilled deep by my own god damn uncle, saying those dirty things to me. I slobbered on my hand and drove three fingers into my ass, arching my back to get as deep as possible. I writhed, and bucked, and stifled moans as I listened to my uncle fuck his girlfriend in the next room.

“Ready for my cum? I’m going to fill you up. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Take it!” I moaned as I heard him start to cum.

“Yes, I’m ready! Yes, I want it! I want it!” I cried out loud, hoping he didn’t hear me. It was hard to stay quiet as I twisted, one hand grasping the sheets and the other driving three fingers into my own ass as my cock showered me in cum. I fell asleep almost as soon as I finished cumming, drifting off with two fingers still partially in my ass.

I woke up, refreshed. I felt a strange sensation coming from my ass. It felt…. So good! It was a few more moments before I realized that the feeling was my ass grasping at my fingers, apparently having been stuffed all night. I didn’t notice myself moan when I pulled my fingers out. I did when I pushed them back it. It had felt so… Empty. I felt better with them inside me.

My hand rubbed across my body and came back sticky. I realized that I was covered in my own cum.

“Faggot,” I said, pausing for a moment as I felt my morning wood jump. That was strange. I got in the shower, determined not to have any sexual thoughts about my uncle today. I got really horny, so I thought about all my sexy former classmates instead. Fuck, what if someone at my new school found those videos? I moaned and shuddered before climbing out of the shower.

Don’t think about Uncle Colt. Remember Coach’s cock? Think about it! I walked into the kitchen, fantasizing about coach and how good it had been when he fucked me. And focusing on not thinking about my uncle in the same way.

“Morning, kiddo.” I looked up to say good morning to my uncle, but didn’t make it.

“Goo….” He was standing there, almost naked, cooking. He was wearing very thin, white, athletic shorts, and you could see his cock through them. It was huge. I bet it would taste good.

Faggot, stop! I screamed, inwardly.

“Ungh, good morning.”

“Looks like you need some coffee.” He poured me a cup. It tasted… Delicious. My uncle had good coffee.

Don’t think about sex with Uncle Colt.

“Is my new school pretty close?” I continued to sip the coffee, panting in the steam while stealing glances at his crotch whenever I thought I could get away with it.

Faggot, stop looking.

“Not too far. I’ll take you in the morning, and we can see where it goes from there.” He walked across the kitchen and picked up a bank envelope from the counter. “Here’s some cash and a bus pass. I thought you might like to explore today.”

“Thank you.” I took the envelope, took one more peek at my uncle’s cock in those flimsy shorts, and went back upstairs. I went to the computer to check my email real quick.

There were two emails from Nathan this time. I opened the first one, titled “Read First.”

From: Nathan Parker

To: Stanley Phelps

Subject: Read First

“Thanks for replying. I was able to track your message and find out where you moved to. Have fun with what comes next, faggot. You might not admit it out loud right now, but you know you’re going to love it.”

I couldn’t believe what I was reading. There was no way he could have found out where I was… No way! I moved on to his second message.

From: Nathan Parker

To: Stanley Phelps, Anthony Malone, Joseph Anderson and 53 more.

Subject: Congratulations!

“A very talented faggot has just moved to your town. Not sure which school he’ll be at, so keep an eye out and be sure to spread the word. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble recognizing him after watching these”

The two videos, of Coach Carr fucking me and the montage of my classmates using me, were linked after the text. Fuck, fuck, fuck! No way… He had to be making shit up. I moved here to get away from this… Wait… Did I really? I moved away because my parents kicked me out. My cock lurched, the thought of my new school already knowing what a fucking faggot I was sending it into spasms. I felt a flood of shame, groaning. What was I going to do?

Nothing to do, yet. Maybe it’s a joke, and he just sent the videos to random guys who don’t really live here. Maybe he’s just trying to trip me up so he can REALLY find out where I am. I got up and got dressed. I needed to get out and explore.

I took the bus downtown and just started walking. I kept seeing really hot guys and getting a little turned on. Were they one of the names on that email? Would my uncle let me get fucked in his house without getting pissed?

Would my uncle fuck me?

“Faggot,” I scolded myself for the obscene thought, a wave of pleasure rushing through my cock. A couple of nearby pedestrians gave me a funny look. I guess they heard me. I blushed and rushed off down the street, each step making my semi-hard cock feel good.

I stopped in my tracks, my eyes gluing to the neon signs and blacked out windows of an adult bookstore. My cock went rigid in my jeans. Uncle Colt had given me plenty of money… Maybe I could buy a dildo and fuck myself? I walked into the store and started to look around. I didn’t want to look out of place, so I started with the shelves nearest the door, my eyes sliding over the heterosexual DVD covers; I paused when I crossed into the gay DVD section. I knew without looking that I was leaking through my jeans again, and if not, the gush that just came out of my cock would make it through.

I skimmed the covers, pausing here and there as this one or that one made my dick lurch in my jeans. I moved on to the sex toys, trying to find the right one. There were a bunch of nice ones, but they weren’t quite right. I started to think about what I wanted, and my uncle’s cock in his athletic shorts flashed across my mind. I wonder how big it is hard. I started looking for a dildo that would be closest to my uncle’s cock.

Faggot, stop this.

I ignored myself and seemed to space out, shopping for the perfect cock to relieve some of this tension. I ended up at the counter with several items, not even sure what I bought. I couldn’t really think past the dildo, the perfect dildo. If it wasn’t close to Uncle Colt’s cock, none of them were.

Don’t think like that!

I left the store carrying a paper sack and continued exploring. I kept stealing glances into the bag at the dildo, looking forward to squishing it up my butt. I had lunch after a couple of hours and decided to head home.

“Hello?” I called when I got home. Nobody was there. I went upstairs, tossed the bag on the bed, and closed the door. I went to the computer. There was another email from Nathan.

To: Stanley Phelps

From: Nathan Parker

Subject: Hey buddy.

“I already have a present for ya, from some of your new neighbors. I’m going to help you get so much dick. Aren’t I the best friend ever, fag?”

There was one link after the message. I clicked. Another slide show. I pressed play. It was pictures of cocks at the same angle as the one from my old classmates… Only these cocks were all new. I stared at the screen, rubbing myself through my jeans, as I took in the sight of these sexy new cocks. I snapped out of it and closed the show when there was a knock on the door.

“Hey, how was your exploring.” Uncle Colt leaned into the room.

“Fine. Just walked around, mostly.”

“Cool. Well, dinner will be ready in thirty minutes.” He left and closed the door. I brought my email back up and there was a new message from Nathan already.

To: Stanley Phelps

From: Nathan Parker

Subject: S.mall World

“Dude, I already got an email from a guy who saw you today. BUSTED, faggot. He caught you shopping for fucking dildos. Enjoy it, but you won’t need it for long. Your reputation has already started to precede you.”

My mouth hung open. Someone had seen me, recognized me from the video already. What were the odds? I couldn’t believe it, but how else would he know I’d just bought a dildo. Fuck, I’m such a faggot! I went back to Nathan’s first email and started watching the video of myself getting fucked by Coach Carr.

I bet it would feel even better when Uncle Colt fucked me. I moaned.

“No, you dirty faggot, not your uncle.”

“Not me what?” I turned to see him smiling. “Dinner’s ready.” He left the room, closing the door behind himself. I turned back to the screen to find myself mewing in pleasure while coach drilled my ass.

Uncle Colt had just seen. How could he not have?

Fuck! But he didn’t say anything! Maybe he overlooked it, I thought, confused to find myself feeling disappointed. I groaned and went downstairs for dinner. Dinner was filled with a silence that was, at least for me, very awkward. I couldn’t stop thinking about uncle Colt’s penis… Uncle Colt fucking me with it… No, that’s so dirty. I made myself start to think about sucking his cock, instead of getting fucked by him… After all, blowing my uncle isn’t as bad as getting fucked by him.

After dinner, I went on the computer and opened a search window. I knew it was time to be honest with myself. As hard as I had been trying to deny it, I really…really really REALLY want to get fucked by Uncle Colt. My ass, my mouth… It didn’t matter. When I thought about it, I got so hard and my ass felt empty and my mouth watered. I was so horny. It felt so right, and so dirty. How could I get Uncle Colt to fuck me?

I typed “faggot uncle incest” and started started going through the results. I clicked links inside of some of the pages I found, and found myself on a forum… A forum for faggots who get fucked by family members. I was so horny. I registered for the forum and started a new post. I introduced myself and told my story, finally asking “What can I do to get my uncle to fuck me?” I remembered the dildo and pulled it out of the brown bag.

I wanted it in me, really bad. I groaned, stroking the silicone penis with trembling fingers. I felt so fucking filthy, unable to stop myself from imagining it was my uncle’s cock. I couldn’t wait to get fuuuuhh, what the fuck, Faggot? I moaned around the dildo, sucking it without meaning to. I couldn’t stop pretending it was Uncle Colt’s cock. Faggot faggot faggot. My ass throbbed and then I realized it felt really empty. I wanted to shove the dildo into my ass, but I knew sucking the dildo would be good practice, just in case I ever got to suck Uncle Colt for real.

“I need to suck Uncle Colt-tt-ton,” I gasped out loud. “So fucknuuuuummph.” I was laying on my back, on the bed, erect and dripping in a way that could only be called lewd. I was a faggot, moaning lowly as I fucked my own face with a dildo. I fell asleep, a few inches of the dildo still in my mouth as I drooled around it onto the sheets, my cock hard and leaking across my lower abs.

---CHAPTER TWO---

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

My eyes snapped open, focusing on the silicone shaft still partially shoved into my mouth. He’s fucking again! was my first thought.  I moaned, realizing that I could finally fuck myself with the dildo.

THUMP. THUMP.

“Stanley?  It’s time to get up… You don’t want to be late for your first day at your new school, do you?”  I slid the final few inches from my mouth, letting the dildo fall into the puddle of drool on my sheets.

“Unh, no, Uncle Colt, I’m getting up now.”  School? Already? I looked down at my cock, throbbing and purple.  I never got to cum last night! After all that yesterday, I never came.  I bet I could…

Can’t cum now.

I moaned, squeezing my cock once before getting up to get dressed.  I pulled on my jeans, noticing that the crotch had finally managed to dry after the day before.  I had already fastened the belt by the time I realized I’d forgotten to put on any underwear.

“Faggot,” I paused, staring down at the new wet spot starting to grow over the tip of the bulge in my jeans.  It was so dirty, so hot… Fuuuuck. I pulled on a shirt, pausing as the fabric slid over my nipples. It’d never felt like that before.  I slid my left hand up to keep playing with them and brought up my email with my right

To: Stanley Phelps

From: Nathan Parker

Subject: Have a good day.

“Good morning, faggot.  Have a good day at school today, and have fun.  Odds are good I’ll hear some fun new stories about you soon.”

I found myself opening clicking through his older messages and opening the slide show that was supposed to be cocks from guys here.  Some of them had to be at my new school. I sat there, watching the slideshow and tweaking my nipples, while the wet spot in my jeans kept spreading. I went back to the browser and brought up the forums I’d posted on the night before.  There were replies to my post.

“Beg your uncle for it like a good faggot.”

“Beg for it.”

“Ask him nicely to fuck you like a good boy.”

“Go for it fagboy.”

“You ready?”  Uncle Colt had opened the door without me hearing, again.  There are cocks on my screen, and no way he hadn’t seen it already; no point trying to hide it. Besides, I reminded myself, he already knows that I’m gay.  I tried to push on my bulge and force my shaft into a less obvious position, turning in my chair to rise and go to school. He seemed to look at the wet spot on my jeans for a moment.  I looked down, noticing it, and that my shirt was still not pulled all the way down. I tugged the bottom of the shirt, moaning softly as the fabric slid silkily across my nipples, the hard nubs clearly visible through the thin material.  Uncle Colt eyed the nubs, then the screen behind me, and then he turned and walked out with a light “Let’s get going.” I rose and followed him, not even bothering to close the slideshow on my computer. He’d already seen it.

The drive to school was difficult for me.  I kept trying to keep my erection covered, and then got so turned on by the presence of my hands that I would start rubbing myself through my jeans, making myself harder, until I realized what I was doing and tried to hide my erection and the precum soaked denim of my crotch…  My eyes kept sliding to my uncles crotch, jumping up to his face every now and then. In profile, his smile looked a bit wicked, like he knew what I was thinking.

“Have a good day,” he leaned in to hug me.  I inhaled deeply, hoping he didn’t hear the hitch in my breath at his scent. “Make some friends.” I got out of the car and walked inside, looking for the office.

I walked into first period late, introducing myself to the teacher and then walking to an empty desk at the back of the class.  I heard some chuckling and whispering as I passed through. Had they seen the video? My cock jerked in my jeans, and a few giggles broke out. I sat down, blushing. The whispering continued.  One of the guys in the class turned to face me. He was cute, with red hair and a body that was obviously amazing, even through his jeans and t-shirt.

“Looks like you’re happy to be here, faggot.” He sneered at me. He knew!

“Anthony Malone,I will not have any of that in this class, do you understand me?” Ms. Carlisle admonished him.

“Sorry, Miss,” he said, insincerely, giving me a wink before turning to face the front again.  I kept staring at the back of his head, one hand sliding to my lap to run along the ridge of my shaft.  He knew, he fucking knew. He’s going to fuck me! His dick, my mouth; It’s practically happened already.

Malone…

Anthony Malone…

Fuck! Anthony Malone was the first name after mine on that email.  He DID know! He HAD seen the videos! Oh, fuck. I spent the class watching him, knowing I’d be blowing him soon, or maybe even getting fucked.

The bell rang, and a group of guys swarmed around me.

“Welcome, bro.” This one pressed in close, his crotch inches from my face.  He smelled so good. He ran his fingers through my hair and walked off. More boys closed in, crotches close, hands squeezing my shoulder, running through my hair, brushing over a nipple.

“Yeah, dude, welcome.”

“Can’t wait to get to know you better, bro.”

“You’re going to love it here.”

I was so horny when they all cleared out. I got up and walked into the hall, making my way to my next class.  Fuck, what class was I just in? I could only remember Anthony… so fucking hot. Guys kept coming up to me in the hall, pressing close, or grabbing my ass, or groping my erection through the wet denim, or pinching a nipple.

“Welcome, faggot.”

“Get ready, bro.”

“We’re going to get to know each other real soon.”

“Fag, you’re going to be so happy here.”

Second and third periods passed in a blur of rubbing myself under the desk while fantasizing about my male classmates.  After each class, and in the halls, the ritual would repeat…rubbing, touching, groping, and greetings–innocent welcomes to lewd promises. At lunch, I got a tray from the cafeteria and took it out onto the grounds, looking for a quiet place to eat.

“Hey, bro.”  A hand rested on my shoulder.  “Come eat with us.” I turned around at the hands urging, coming face to face with Anthony Malone. He reached out and slid a finger in a lazy circle around my right nipple.  “Follow me.”

“Unh, okay.” I followed him like a puppy. Cock cock cock. I wondered if he had been in the slideshow I was sent. I’ll know when he lets me see it.  He walked around the building, taking a seat with a group of guys in a secluded corner.

“Dudes, he said, this is Stanley Phelps.” He emphasized my name, and knowing looks passed around the group.  “I invited him to have lunch with us.”

“Cool, bro.”

“Have a seat, dude.”

“What you having for lunch?”  Hands lifted the tray away from me while I watched one of the guys rubbing his crotch, my eyes glued.

“No, this won’t do.”

“You need something better than this.”

“Yeah, bra. Don’t worry, we’ve got you covered.” Anthony stepped in front of my face, reaching up to slowly unbutton his jeans in front of my face.  His cock came into view, chubby, and I pressed my face against it, breathing deep. “Suck it, faggot, like you’ve wanted to since first.” I moaned and took his cock into my mouth.

Finally, I was sucking cock again.  He was fully hard, and huge, within a few moments.  His cock was amazing, and he smelled so good. Hands started rubbing me affectionately.

“Don’t worry, fag, we’re all going to make sure you have a nutritious lunch.  How’s he doing, Anthony?”

“Fucking A+ faggotry, James.”  He rustled my hair. I took a deep breath, and then started deep throating him.

“Can’t wait for my turn,” I recognized James’ voice.

“Me neither.”

“Look at that fag!”

“Here’s the first course, faggot.”  Anthony started cumming, pulling back so that he was shooting into my open mouth while I swallowed.

“Look at that nasty faggot,” James’ voice laughed to my right.  Would he be next? Anthony pulled out, and then another dick slapped against my face.  Then another one on the other cheek. They slid around, teasing me until I would go for one; then it would back off, and the other move in. Relentlessly teasing me, precum covering my face.  A third cock came from nowhere, sliding into my mouth while the other two slid around my cheeks.

Load after load… I think more boys kept coming, forming a line for their turn at the schools new faggot.  I was blowing Anthony again when the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.

“Tough luck, faggot,” he withdrew from my mouth, wiping his cock on my face before tucking it back in his pants and leaving me alone, on my knees.  It took me a few minutes to get myself together. I set out for fifth period, arriving late. The only open spot was at the back, again. I was obscenely hard as I crossed the room, drawing catcalls and winks from some of the guys I’d seen at lunch. I blushed, so embarrassed; so turned on.

The whispering continued, and the rubbing, and the touching, and the  degrading comments. I walked home quickly when school was out, ignoring the jeers and solicitations as I left, even though they made me harder. Uncle Colt’s car was there when I got back.

“Hello?” I called, inside the door.  No answer. I repeated the call. Still nothing.  He must be gone, after all.

The door to my room was wide open when I got upstairs, the video of coach fucking me on clear display.  Something was off, but I didn’t care. I went back to the Faggots who get Fucked by Family forums and saw that there were even more replies to my post.

“You’re uncle already knows you’re a faggot, from your story.  Go ahead, beg him faggot. Getting fucked by your uncle is worth it.”

“Yeah, faggot.  You need that dick, go for it.”

“Be the best faggot that you can be.”

“Be a good faggot and ask your uncle for his dick! Do it, fag, you’ll love it.”

“Go fag go!”

I jumped, realizing I could hear my uncle, apparently talking on his phone, through the wall to his room. He was home after all.

“…yeah, a few days now…Oh, yeah, for sure… No, seriously. There’s no question, total faggot… Of course I love him.  I’m going to take good care of him… Yeah, porn all the time, always hard. I keep thinking he’s going to cave and ask for my dick.” he laughed.  “Yeah, all he told me was that he got kicked out for coming out… I tracked down the number of his best friend, from Facebook… What do you think he said? He confirmed it, total fag… Yeah, he was fucking everyone in his last school… I’ll tell them it’s his business and not theirs. Li’l fag can legally worship any dick he wants.” he laughed again. “Yeah, man.  Later.” The door to his room opened, and he walked by, pausing in the doorway.

“Hi, Stan. I didn’t know you were home yet. How was the first day? Make any friends.”

“I think I might have made a lot of friends,” I answered.

“Good boy, keep it up.”  He left before he could notice my body react to his ‘good boy.’  I went back to the computer and opened my email.

To: Stanley Phelps

From: Nathan Parker

Subject: Good boy!

“You’re the talk of the town, faggot.  Some of your new friends caught some pictures of your free lunch.  Aren’t I the best friend ever for making this happen?”

There were photos attached to the email this time, cell phone captures of me sucking all those guys off at lunch. I hit reply on the email and started typing. “Yes, thank you! You’re the  best friend ever! I’m so horny! Thank you. Please, more!” My mouse hovered over the send button. I came to my senses and held my finger back. I couldn’t send it. I couldn’t bring myself to delete it, either. I moaned, giving my penis a squeeze though my jeans, and saved the message as a draft.

I got up and laid on the bed, my cock out the fly of my jeans.  I shoved the dildo back into my mouth, leaning back and letting go, sucking on the toy while I used my hands to tease my nipples.  I was hard, leaking, twisting, groaning.

“Dinner is ready.” I jerked the cock from my mouth, sitting up and seeing my uncle walking out of the open door.  If he saw THIS and is cool about it, he’ll have to let me have his cock. I need it. I need it! I need it! I need it!  I have to ask him!

“No, faggot!” I pleaded, a spurt of precum gushing from my cock.  I composed myself and went down to dinner. I ate meatloaf in silence, feeling my Uncles eyes on me.

“Is there something you need to ask me, Stan?”  I paused, fork half way to my mouth.

“I… uh… no.  Why do you ask?” I took another bite, shoveling food in my mouth so I wouldn’t accidentally let the words slip out. Please fuck me, Uncle Colt.  Please fuck me. Please fuck me.

“Are you sure? Because you can ask me anything,” he said when I was finished, sitting and waiting for him to be done.  Beg for it, faggot! Uncle Colt’s cock!

“I… Oh, I n-n-nee… Uh… No, I’m fine. Please excuse me.” I rushed upstairs, leaving my door open and rushing into the bathroom.  I stripped and got in the shower. I’d almost done it, almost asked.

So close.

Don’t cum.

I rinsed the shampoo from my hair, putting in conditioner and lathering up my body.  Why was I resisting? It felt inevitable. I wanted it. I needed it. I ran a hand back through my hair, slicking my fingers with conditioner, and started to tease my ass.  Need Uncle Colt’s cock… Need it… Need to beg… Want it so bad… I didn’t know how 0much longer I would be able to resist.

---CHAPTER THREE---

It was still dark out when I woke up the next morning.  I reluctantly pulled the dildo from my mouth, wiping a string of drool from my cheek as I looked over at the clock. 4:15 AM. I pressed my hand against the wall, knowing that it was all that separated me from Uncle Colt.  My mind rushed back to dinner, to almost saying the words. There was no way I could face him today… I knew that the minute I saw him the words would spill out. I had to get out of the house before he woke up.

I went to take a shower, all the while thinking about what it will be like when Uncle Colt fucks me. I used the dispensers in the shower again.  I’d never even unpacked my own.

I climbed out of the shower, patting my skin dry, my mind still fixated on dinner, imagining what would have happened if I had given in and said the words, instead of running off.  Shit. I wanted it so bad, and I thought he knew it… or maybe he just thought I was a faggot.

I groaned.

I ran the soft towel over my ass, parting my cheeks to brush it lightly up and down my crack.  I moaned, feeling so good. Reasonably dry, I walked back into my room and shut the door, still hard over imagining begging my uncle to fuck me, knowing that if he walked in right now I wouldn’t be able to hold the words in.

I got dressed quickly, and quietly walked down the stairs.  I’d just walk to school now, and maybe by the time I got back home I’d have myself together again.

The doors were still locked when I got to school, so I walked around the building and found a bench in an out of the way courtyard. I took out my phone and went to the FFF forums to see if I had any new replies. Each new response rang through my head like a bell.  They all ran along the same lines, each reaffirming how I should ask my uncle to fuck me, how good it will feel to do it, how much I want it. Still, some part of me thought that I shouldn’t want it. I couldn’t deny that I did, only that I should.

I opened up my email, disappointed that I didn’t have a new email from Nathan.  I went to the draft that I’d saved the day before and read it again.

“Yes, thank you! You’re the best friend ever! I’m so horny! Thank you. Please, more!”  It was so true, I couldn’t deny it. I had been trying to be angry this whole time, but Nathan was getting me all the cock I could want.  Isn’t that what a friend would do? Isn’t that what I want? I clicked away on my screen, adding to the message.

“I don’t know what to do, Nathan. I almost asked my uncle to fuck me last night.  I left for school early today because I won’t be able to help myself if I see him.  I want it so bad, what do I do?”

I clicked send, and the message whooshed away.  I felt a moment of relief, and then I realized what I’d just done.  I’d just confessed that to Nathan. Nathan, who had been telling everybody what a slut I am.  Nathan, who seemed to be making it his life purpose to get as many men as he could to fuck me.  I wanted to take it back, but I couldn’t.

I was so horny I couldn’t stand it.  I tore off my clothes, casting them to the grassy ground, and sat back down on the bench.  My cock was rigid, purple, and leaking. My balls were swollen and tender. I started to tease myself. I was both excited and terrified by the potential consequences of my confession.

What was Nathan going to do with it?

Right as I had that thought, my phone dinged.  I felt the faint vibration travel through the bench from my phone, and reached to pick it up.  A new email from Nathan.

To: Stanley Phelps, Anthony Malone, Joseph Anderson and 72 others.

From: Nathan Parker

Subject: Re: Thank You

“Check it out, guys. This faggot loves your dicks, and wants to get fucked by his own uncle!  Let’s give him some encouragement! He’s waiting at your school right now.”

Below his words was my own message, forwarded to 74 other guys.  He told them. They knew, now. The same guys who had shoved their cocks down my throat yesterday knew that I wanted my own uncle to fuck me.

I was beating off, pounding away at my throbbing erection.  I started to get close, moaning without a care for who might hear me, and quickly pulled my hand away, watching my dick bounce as I came back from the edge.  I grabbed it again, stroking frantically, and quickly got to the edge again. I let go, riding the wave of pleasure.

Again and again and again, I brought myself to the edge of an orgasm.  Precum was flowing, running down my shaft and reducing the friction of each stroke.  Someone cleared their throat, and I looked up to see Anthony Malone leering at me. I tried to cover my erection, crossing my arms ineffectually over my groin.

“No need to be shy, faggot.” My dick lurched, a gush of precum flowing onto my arm. “You’ve already sucked this dick more than once.”  He stood in front of me, arms crossed, looking down at me expectantly. I slid off the bench and dropped to my knees, the grass cool and damp with early morning dew.  I crawled forward, and my face pressed into Anthony’s crotch. I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs, and exhaled with a faint moan. I reached up and unbuttoned his jeans, my movements uncoordinated as I struggled to get to his cock.

It burst into view, already hard, and I leaned in to press my tongue to the spot where his shaft met his balls.  I licked and swirled my tongue as I slowly worked my way up the shaft. I did a circle around his glans, and then my lips parted and I took him into my throat in one slow, controlled movement. I pressed my face to his groin, his pubes scratching my nose as his balls rested against my chin.  I pulled back, my tongue drawing designs on his dick before descending again, down, down, down until my face pressed into his groin once again.

“Shit, faggot, I’m sure your uncle will fuck you if you give him a blowjob like this.”  My cock lurched between my legs, spilling precum on the earth. “Yeah, faggot, that’s it, we’ll help you practice.”

“Getting him broken in for his uncle?” A new voice asked.  I moaned in shame and desire, never even slowing down in my efforts to make Anthony cum.

“You know it, Chuck.  You want next?” Anthony asked.

“Fuck yeah,” chuck responded, and I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered.

“I’ll go after Chuck,” yet another voice said.

“And I’m after Terry.”

More guys kept showing up, but I didn’t care.  My mind was gone. All I could do was hope that I’d be able to get to them all before school started.  As Anthony pumped his cum down my throat, I ran my hands over my body, tweaking my own nipples. I knew it wasn’t how I should feel, but I couldn’t help but to feel grateful that my new classmates were all being so accepting of me, and giving me what a faggot needed.

The bell rang, causing the guy I was sucking to pull out right as he started to cum.  He hosed down my face and hair as other guys laughed. When he was done, he ran his dick around my face, smearing the cum around.

“Time to get to class.” He picked up my shirt from the ground and wiped the last of the cum from his dick.  “Better get cleaned up, faggot, don’t want to be late.” He put his cock away and joined the group of guys walking into the building for first period. I sat there, dazed, for a minute, until I felt some of the cum start to drip down my face.  I started to wipe it up and lick it off my hand, knowing that there was no way to make the cum in my hair presentable. I tired anyway.

I walked into my first period class, late again, and the teacher gave me a horrified look, but didn’t seem to want to talk about my appearance.  A bunch of the guys laughed as I made my way to my seat in the back. I tried to pay attention, but my mind flashed back to overhearing my uncle on the phone the day before.

“I keep thinking he’s going to cave and ask for my dick…”

There was no doubt that he knew, and he had seen me in so many compromising positions already.

“Yeah, total faggot.”

But he seemed so cool about it.

“..he’s going to cave and ask for my dick.”

He didn’t seem to be bothered at all.

“…ask for my dick.”

Maybe I should stop fighting it.

“…ask for my dick.”

Maybe I should just give in.

“…ask for my dick.”

I jumped as the bell rang, snapping back to reality.  Just like the day before, I was crowded by a group of guys.

“Faggot.”

“Tell your uncle you want it, fag.”

“Faggot. Faggot. Faggot.”

They cleared out, and I followed, painfully hard in my pants. The words followed me down the hallway to my second class.

“Faggot.”

“You’re so twisted, fag, wanting to get fucked by your own uncle.”

“Tell him you want it, faggot.”

Each time a guy approached me I got hornier, and hornier, and hornier.  I leaned against the door to my second class, shaking, feeling like I was on the edge, so close to jizzing my pants.  I took a deep breath and walked in, making my way to my seat in the back. As soon as I sat down my mind went right back to my uncle.  His words, looping, as my brain filled with images of what Uncle Colt would look like naked, of how it will feel when he fucks me.

I stumbled out of second period into the hall, raging hard, my mind still in a fog.  The first guy approached me, squeezing my ass as he spoke.

“Take your uncle’s dick, fag.”  I groaned as he walked away, and then next guy came up to me.

“Your own uncle, faggot? That’s so nasty.” He pinched my nipple as he spoke and then walked off, leaving me stumbling down the hallway to my third class.

“You’re twisted, fag.” A hand slapped against my ass as this boy walked by.  I stopped where I stood, my body felt like it was vibrating. It was taking real effort not to cum in my pants.

“Uncle fucker.”  It was the straw that broke the camel’s back.  My legs started to quiver, pressing together, and gave way.  I fell down on all fours, a guttural groan escaping me as my cock started to pump a load into my pants.  The world disappeared as pleasure overtook me. I thought I heard laughter, and a bell ringing, but everything seemed so far away as I came in my pants, on all fours on the cold tiles of the hallway at my new school.

“Are you alright, son?” A voice broke through the fog, and strong hands helped me to my feet.  I looked up at the man who was helping me, and felt my dick jerk again.

“Unh, I’m fine.” I said, unable to meet his eyes.

“I think you need to go to the nurse’s office.  Come on, I’ll help you.” I didn’t argue. He guided me down the hall and left me laying on a cot in the school nurse’s office.  I closed my eyes and started to think about Uncle Colt again. Was there anyone in the world who didn’t think I should ask him to fuck me?

“What’s going on here?” A new voice asked.  I looked over to see who was speaking, but my eyes didn’t make it past his crotch.

“I, uh, I fell down in the hall and a teacher brought me here.” I explained, my cock twitching in my pants.  He didn’t say anything for a minute, so I raised my eyes to his face, and then followed his eyes to my own crotch, which was soaked through with my load from the hallway.  The cum soaked denim was clinging to my erection. I felt heat rush to my face as I realized how slutty I looked.

“I see,” he finally said.  “Were you feeling dizzy?” He began asking me questions, trying to figure out what was going on with me. I answered, distracted by his package. My brain took a short break from imagining Uncle Colt fucking me to imagine him doing it.  It wouldn’t be the first school official to fuck me.

“Okay, I’m going to send you home early.  You might want to see a doctor, just to make sure everything is okay… and…” He lowered his voice to a confidential tone. “You might want to take care of that,” he gestured at my crotch,” before you come to school.  Off you go.”

I walked out of the building, not sure if I was excited to get to leave early, or disappointed that I wouldn’t get to blow a bunch of guys at lunch. That thought carried me all the way home.  Uncle Colt wasn’t there, so I just went upstairs to my room. I went to the computer and the FFF forum was still open. I refreshed the page to see if I had any new responses, and there they were.

“Just do it, faggot. You’ll thank yourself later.

“What could it hurt? Your uncle will understand.”

“If you don’t ask your uncle to fuck you, you’ll regret it the rest of your life.”

They were right.  I had to do it. I need to ask Uncle Colt to fuck me.  I started to stroke myself again, staring at the screen, unseeing. Uncle Colt was going to be home soon.  I needed to do it. I need Uncle Colt to fuck me. I went into the bathroom and started to fill the tub. I added a few pumps from the soap dispenser to the water and ran back over to my bed to grab the dildo.

I slipped into the hot water with a sigh, the heat both exciting and relaxing me.  I leaned back and held the dildo to my mouth, the head touching my lips. I closed my eyes and started to suck it, just like I would suck Uncle Colt, if he let me.  My left hand sank beneath the water and moved to my ass. I started to tease myself, knowing that Uncle Colt would be home soon. I lost track of time, rubbing my fingers over my hole as I slid the silicone shaft in and out of my mouth.  Eventually I realized that the water had gotten cool, so I put the dildo aside and ducked my head under the water. I climbed out of the tub and looked at myself in the mirror. I was dripping wet, my nipples hard enough to cut diamonds, and my cock obscenely swollen between my legs.  I grabbed my towel and gently dried myself off, moaning as the soft cloth passed over my ass, brushed my nipples, and draped over my cock. I grabbed the dildo and went back to the computer, bringing up the video of coach fucking me

That was going to be Uncle Colt.

“… ask for my dick.”

He was going to be home any time.  I took the dildo to the bed and lay down, shoving it into my mouth almost as soon as my head met the mattress.

“… ask for my dick.”

“Well, well, what have we here?” I looked up, not really sure how long I had been out of it, still fucking my face with the dildo.  Uncle Colt was standing over me, still wearing his work clothes.

I just kept fucking my own face while he watched.  My eyes dropped from his face and settled to his crotch.  It was time. No more waiting, no more denying it. I need to ask for his dick.

“You know, Stan, I just can’t shake this feeling that there’s something you need to ask me,” he said conversationally as he reached down and grabbed my left leg, raising it into the air.  When he let go, I kept it where he’d positioned it. “But it’s going to be really hard for you to ask me anything with that big ol’ cock in your mouth, so let’s put it somewhere else while we talk.”  He grabbed the dildo and pulled it from my mouth with a wet slurp. His right hand grabbed my leg, keeping it in the air, and his left hand pressed the dildo against my ass, spreading my own saliva over my hole.

“Uhnnnnn.  Uncle Colt,” I cooed.

“There we go,” he said, slowly applying more pressure to the dildo.  “