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Uncle's Home, Part 6
by Blucollar
"Get us a couple more bud and I'll toss these paper plates in the trash out back here." Carl said as he got up. So I went in with the empty bottle and soon returned with some fresh ones. Carl was standing in the middle of the yard with his legs wide apart taking a piss. His hands were on top of his head while he did it. It was fucking hot. The more relaxed Carl gets around me the sexier he is.
He looked up at me and grinned as I sat back down in my chair. I started getting hard again but it was starting to get dark and I didn't think he could see.
As he walked back, his cock still dripping piss, Carl said; "Nothing like pissing outdoors man. You should try it. I just use the john to take a dump mostly. Never have to be shy around here anymore Sean."
He grabbed the beer and sat back in the chair. "Hey Sean, massage my foot man. It's killing me. I was on concrete all day and those boots don't have the cushion they used to have".
"Uh sure Carl..." He then put his right foot up on my knee. I could feel the warmth of it on my thigh and I started to get hard again. I tried to just concentrate on the job at hand but it was tough.
"This is nice Sean; naked in the backyard drinking beer with my new best friend. Well Frank is my best friend but you got one up on him being family. It makes coming home a lot more fun than it used to be. I hope you like it here and you do decide to go to College here. Your Mom and I had already considered it and she said it was totally up to you where you wanted to go. You had the grades to get in most places. But this is June. You have to decide soon I guess."
"I really think I have already decided. I really like it here too Carl. But you don't want me in the way all the time. What if you met someone you would want to have move in or something?" I said actually hoping he felt the opposite.
"What more do I need man. I get sex when I want it and for companionship I have you. We get along so well because we are so much alike man. I don't think I can be lucky enough to find that in a stranger. I am content. And if either of us meets someone we can't live without we will cross that bridge when we come to it. OK?" Carl said.
"Yeah Carl. I'm happy if you are."
"That's what I like to hear. Can you do the other foot now and then I'm off to bed. 5:30 comes quick. If you want to stay up though its up to you. Or you could try my schedule for a while." Carl said as he traded feet on my thigh. It was darker now but I could still see his cock flop from one thigh to the other as he exchanged his feet.
We sat like that for a little while without talking. Then Carl took his foot back and stretched before he got up. "Thanks bud. They feel so much better. But it was putting me to sleep. Keep treating me this way and you can stay forever." He laughed. "Now I am on my way to hit the hay. Don't you hate it when people try to rhyme when they talk?" He laughed again and then rubbed the top of my head as he passed. "I'll see you in the morning bud; if you want to watch TV or something that’s cool. It shouldn't even bother me at all. Good night."
"Good Night Carl." I said as I watched his dark figure go into the dark house. He didn't turn any lights on as he went. I think he just went straight for his bed and went to sleep.
I cleaned up the beer bottles and went inside and locked the door. I grabbed a couple of glasses of water before heading off to bed myself.
I walked back to the bedrooms and Carl was already snoring. I looked in on him and saw him lying on his back with the sheet barely covering him and his right hand on his crotch and his left arm over his head. It was such a hot pose I just stood there for a few minutes and soaked it in. The only light in the room was from the street lamps outside and they were a couple houses down. So in the shadows it created a very sexy image. I finally pulled myself away from his door and walked into my room. I went down on the bed and was pretty much asleep right away. I slept so sound that I couldn't believe it when I heard Carl get up. It couldn't be morning already.
He went to the restroom to piss again and then came over to my room. "You awake Sean?" he whispered.
"Yeah Carl. I heard you get up. What time is it?"
"It's 5:30 man. I leave in less than an hour. You want to have breakfast with me?" He said as he stood at the door playing with his nuts.
"Sure, you want me to make you something?"
"You can cook Sean?"
"Yeah Carl; my mom never got up before 10 in the morning so the staff never came in before 9. I always made my own breakfast, and most of the time dinner too." I said as I woke up.
"Well it sounds good to me man. I'll get the coffee going and you get the eggs going. Sound like a plan bud?" He said as he backed away from the door and headed to the kitchen.
I got up and went into the kitchen. The coffee was already brewing and Carl had gone into the bathroom and was sitting on the toilet. From the noise he was making I thought I would stay clear for a while.
I fried up a couple eggs each and some toast and he was back before I was done.
"Grab a plate Carl it’s done." He did and spooned himself some eggs and grabbed the toast and coffee. He sat down at the dinette and woofed it down in no time. I barely sat down before he was finished.
"That hit the spot Sean. Thanks. Can you do the dishes too? I have to get soon." he said as he lifted one cheek off the chair and farted. "I think I have to hit the john again before I do man. That one was rank." he laughed and I joined him.
"You are true to your word Carl. You are a pig man."
"Yeah but you love it man." he said with a wink.
I was getting the dishes in the sink when Carl yelled out to me. "Hey Sean can you come back here a second man?"
I went back to his bed room and he was sitting on the bed with his jeans on but not closed no shirt and his boots and socks on the floor at his feet. "Could you help your old uncle out? My back is a bit sore from yesterday and I can't bend down all the way. Help me get on my socks and boots man."
"Sure..." Still naked I knelt down on the floor in front of him and first put on his socks. I rubbed his feet a little like I did last night after I got the socks on. He let out a slight moan of appreciation. After I did each sock I put his right boot under his foot and helped him guide it in. I put the boot between my thighs and started to lace it up. The toe of the boot was right under my balls. As I got the other boot on I looked up and saw my uncle look down at me with a sexy grin on his face. I finished up and started to stand. As I did I noticed his hard cock sticking out of his fly of his pants.
"Thanks bud. I can't believe I lived this long without the joy of having someone put on my boots for me."
"Anytime Carl; least I could do for the room and bored." I smiled as I got up and started to head out of the room.
"Well maybe you could show me some of that cooking when I get home tonight. I haven’t had someone cook for me in a long time."
"You bet Carl. You get home around 4:00. You want to eat right away?"
"How about a couple of beers first then we can eat around 5:30? How's that?"
"Sounds good man." I left to put on some swim shorts and a tee shirt so I could go down to the beach early. I would do the dishes when I got back. Carl was gone by the time I came out of my room saying a quick goodbye on his way out the front door.
I walked down to the beach and hung out, napped and walked till about 1 o'clock. If Frank had come by I had missed him by now. By the time I got back to the house it was 1:30. I took a quick shower to get the salt water off me and stayed undressed. I got the things I needed to get together for dinner and then did the dishes and straightened up the house a bit. Before I knew it, it was 10 minutes till 4.
About five minutes later I heard the International pull up in the driveway and a few minutes later the front door opened and in walked Carl with his shirt already off. I was in front of the door with an opened beer for Carl. He walked in with a grin on his face. "Now that's a nice welcome home." He said as he took the beer and eyed me up and down. I laughed and started to turn.
"Hey Sean, 0would you mind getting my boots again? I'm still a little sore man." he said as he sat on the couch.
"Sure Carl," I laughed. "You’re going to get too used to this and I'll be doing it everyday." I said as I took my position on the floor in front of him.
"And who said anything was wrong with that. I wouldn't mind the appreciation." He grinned at me as I started to unlace his right boot.
I took off his shoe and then his socks. The smell of the day escaped and his foot was ripe. I took in the scent with a deep breath. "I think my nephew gets off on my stink man." He was grinning down at me. It was then I realized I went hard. "You want to taste it man?" Carl said confidently but still with a touch of nervousness to his voice.
I froze. I didn't know what to do. His foot was so sexy and smelled so good.
"I'd love for you to lick it man. That warm mouth on my foot would be so welcome right now Sean." He was egging me on. I was so hard I was producing pre cum already. I bent down a bit and took his big toe into my mouth. I licked between his toes and down his arch. I spent about five minutes on that foot then I took off the other boot and sock and did the same to that foot.
As I was cleaning the second foot Carl too his other foot and started playing with my balls. "That's a good boy, making your Uncle Carl feel so good." He unbuttoned his pants then. "Pull my pants off me boy." I got up and did as he said. He sat back down on the couch and spread his legs and then put his hands behind his head. "Come and taste my pits boy. I got them nice and ripe man. I got a feeling you’ve been wanting to dive into them man. I've been needing them cleaned all day and Frank won't be over tonight. Why don't you do his job?" I was becoming more and more turned on. This is what I wished for last night. I was in Frank's place man.
I knelt in between his legs and dove into his left pit. I got high off the smell and the flavor. As I ate his pit I felt his hardness against mine. "That's right boy, time to take this roommate situation up a level. I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't sure you were like your uncle man. You’re a horny fuck that needs to be needed by your Uncle Carl. That's right man. Clean it good." He kept talking as I licked and sucked. I went to the right pit and did the same. I was so far gone by this point I didn't care where I was. I just needed this.
He started to push me away a bit and then got up. "My ass is sweaty as hell man. It's time you show me how much you like this." He bent over the couch and I stuck my face right in his crack. The odor was strong. I sniffed up and down his crack and then darted my tongue out and down along the crack till I got to his hole. I didn't know exactly what I was doing so I just went for it. I tried to get my tongue up as far as I could go. I licked and sucked again making Carl moan a lot more.
"God damn boy, I’m gonna burst in a second. Stick that fucking cock up there now." I was at first shocked but then I shook it off and stood up. "Just shove it in man. Don't worry about it."
I did just that. I used the spit from the rim job I was giving him to thrust it in quickly. It was tight and hard to push in without some sort of lube but I got it down to my pubes. Carl let out a gasp and then said panting, "Oh fuck man--that hurt. Just start doing it now man. Fuck me hard man; don’t stop till your done fucker." I couldn't believe this was Carl. He was totally turning me on.
I started fucking him hard. I fucking loved his muscular ass. I couldn't believe he was letting me fuck it. I got going really hard to where I was banging into his butt with my hips. "Fucking empty into me man. Don't waste any of that fucking seed man." Carl was jacking off like crazy. Then the front door opened.
It was Frank. "Fuck me. What we have going on here. You been holding out on me Carl or you just getting this boy trained?" Frank was taking off his coveralls as he shut the door.
"This kid is fucking the shit out of me man. He doesn't need no training. I wish he cum then you can stick your fuckin’ dick in me man." I started pumping harder now. Fucking thinking about Frank fucking Carl was too much. It brought me over the edge and I emptied into Carl. "Well I guess he did it after all man. Fucking hot boy; now back out man and let Frank in." Carl said as I slowly backed out my cock. Frank came over and sucked my cock into him mouth and cleaned it off for me then he put his mouth on Carl's ass and lick around the hole.
"Come on fucker. I told you to fuck me--not kiss me." Carl was almost yelling.
"Oh that's how it’s gonna be, huh Carl. You want this black cock to breed your white ass? You got it man. I hoped the boy opened you up enough because I'm gonna shove this fucker in fast." And that's what he did. Carl let out another gasp, louder than the time with me, and fell forward on the couch.
Frank fucked him hard. His hips were slamming up against Carl so hard it and it was so loud I was getting hard all over again.
"Sean, get over here and let me have your ass man. Let me eat it while this fucker fucks me man." Carl yelled out.
I got on the sofa and stood over Carl and bent over. He started eating me like crazy. I never experienced it like this before. It was so hot. His tongue was up my hole and I was getting loosened up. I didn't even realize till it was too late that I let out a fart. Then I heard Carl say, "Oh fuck yeah man." and that was it. He just kept eating me out and Frank kept slamming into his ass. I was jacking my cock as fast as I could.
Then I heard first Frank cry out in an orgasm. He was slamming into Carl so hard that Carl couldn't keep his face in my crack. Then Carl came also crying out. All of a sudden Carl grabbed my hips and swung me around and clamped his mouth down on my cock. That was all I could take. I came right then and there and Carl swallowed it all. While he was doing that Frank grabbed my face and brought his lips to mine. He tongued my mouth and I did the same.
Finally Carl came up and joined us in a sloppy fucking three way kiss. It was so hot.
After everyone was spent Carl looked over at me and said, "Now for sure you’re going to college here. What a fucking hot four years that will be." Then he looked at Frank and said, "Thought you weren't coming over tonight man?"
"I got done a little early and I drove around the block and saw you were home so I thought I'd stop for a quickie. I didn't know I would be involved in a mini orgy man. What a fucking hot end to a boring day." Frank said.
I lay back in between these to hot men and thanked my lucky stars. Then I heard, "Thought you were gonna make dinner boy." Carl said with a sexy grin. So much for relaxing!
"Coming right up Carl; you stayin’ Frank?"
"I think I might just do that if you don't mind Sean. I might just do that..."
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The weekend was pretty much uneventful from there. After we went to the beach on Saturday we had steaks on the grill and turned in early. Then Sunday we drove up to Anaheim and went to Disneyland. It was only a two hour drive each way but it wore us out. We were both asleep before nine. Monday morning I heard Carl rustling and then he was at my door leaning on the door jamb totally naked and
Uncle's Home, Part 4
I was still swallowing cum when Frank took the seat across from me again. His coveralls were still bunched up around his feet and his semi hard cock was still seeping what was left of his orgasm. He seemed spent even though he still had that grin on his face. "That was nice Sean. I really appreciated that." Frank said. "Ah...yeah... no problem man." I was nervous. What if he told Carl about
Uncle's Home, Part 5
I sat up on the couch and put a pillow over my cock. I was embarrassed, confused and horny all at the same time. Next thing I knew Carl came out of the hallway naked with a beer in his hand. He went straight to the kitchen and got some hamburgers started for the grill. "Hey Sean, if your awake enough, why don't you go get the charcoal going and I'll make some macaroni and cheese to go along
Uncle's Home, Part 6
We sat outside and had burgers and beers. We kept the conversation pretty light and I was really feeling comfortable and relaxed. "Get us a couple more bud and I'll toss these paper plates in the trash out back here." Carl said as he got up. So I went in with the empty bottle and soon returned with some fresh ones. Carl was standing in the middle of the yard with his legs wide apart taking a
Uncle's Home, Part 7
I made a salad, corn on the cob and grilled some steaks. Frank and Carl finished everything. I barely was able to grab a steak for myself. Then I gathered up the plates while Frank and Carl gave each other shit. It wasn't long before Frank got dressed and took off. By that time I was dog tired and Carl was heading off to bed. So I finished cleaning up and headed to my bed. The next thing I
Uncle's Home, Part 8
Once Carl and I got into a routine the summer seemed to go by so fast. I decided to attend college right there in San Diego and Carl seemed happy about that. I didn't have to work since Mom and new hubby was paying my way as well as a nice monthly allowance. But the best part of all was the way I became use to Carl as the Daddy and I was his boy. He was right, I was a lot like him, and I love to
When Dad got out of prison
My early childhood was a pretty happy one. Mom, Janice, was a housewife and my Dad, Hank, worked on the Railroad as a conductor. We had a nice house in the suburbs of Houston, Richmond, and even though Dad was gone 3 - 4 days a week he always had time for me. My name is Bobby and I was their only child and yet I wasn't all that spoiled. I had chores to do and I took my role as
When Dad Got Out of Prison, Part 2: Dayton
A few weeks after I turned 18 and about a month before I graduated I got a letter from my Dad that would change my life. He was being released in about a month. Right after my graduation and unfortunately he would miss it. He said he was going to go ahead and live at the Dayton house and try to open back up the gas station and work as a mechanic like his Dad did. He couldn't get back on at the
When Dad Got Out of Prison, Part 3
I got in the passenger side after throwing some stuff in the back seat. As I was doing so I saw Dad get into the drivers seat. He was dressed to like me except without a tee shirt. His shorts were a bit tighter and shorter than mine as well. Since his shorts were so tight his box was well defined. You could see the head of his cock. His shorts seemed damp with sweat too. By the time I sat in
When Dad Got Out of Prison, Part 6
Tom moaned and then said,
When Dad Got Out of Prison, Part 7
I locked up the office and took my shoes and shirt but didn't put them back on. I drove to the station in front of the house. When I pulled up I saw Dad in one of the garage bays pulling stuff out of boxes. He was in his cutoffs and work boots. Nothing else. I parked the car and walked up to him. He was squatting down in front of the box with his legs spread a bit. The shorts were so short
When Dad Got Out of Prison: Part 8
That's when the door opened. I was bent over the stained couch naked with a man's cock up my ass and standing at the door was my Dad. Standing at the door with only his cutoffs on, sweaty from the heat, was my Dad. I was too far gone to react. I just looked into my Dad's eyes with question and with lust. I didn't know what to do. But I knew more that anything that the cock in my ass had to
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