Perverts 'R' Us

Uncle - Part 1

By Jayy Cubb ( M/b, anal, oral, fetish )

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I grew up in Wisconsin on a farm out in the middle of the woods way back in the hills. I grew up around redneck farmers and big burly hayseeds. My uncle was one of those guys. He was well over 6' and had to have been over 200lbs because he always had a beer belly in front of his pants. He was a good ol' boy who always had a full beard of thick black hair, a fat cigar, a pipe, or a chew in. He also always had a beer with him. He was one of my favorite uncles 'cause he would always let me sit on his lap, even when I would squirm around.

I had just turned 8 when this story takes place. My uncle told my Dad that he wanted to take me out to his cabin for the weekend so he could start teaching me about hunting. My dad thought that was a good idea, so off I went to my uncle's cabin. This is the place that most all of this story takes place. This is where my uncle and his buddies would rape and molest me from the time I was 8 till I turned 13 and we moved away.

When we got to his cabin, my uncle started drinking beers right away and then he poured himself a big shot of whiskey before he took me outside to start showing me the wilderness skills he told my dad he would show me, but we only stayed out for about an hour as he was getting drunk (he had brought some beers and the bottle of whiskey with him and was taking turns drinking from them) so he had us head back to the cabin.

When we got there, he helped me take off my winter clothes all the way down to my underwear. Then he took off his farmer's coat, but left his heavy boots on. He lit up one of his fat cigars and took a couple long puffs while he looked at me before he said he had to piss and headed off to the bathroom. I remember hearing him piss, long and loud and forceful for a long time. After a few minutes, he told me to bring him his bottle and a beer to the bathroom. I did so and when I got there, he still had his cock out laying limp in front of his pants hanging out of his fly. He was holding it in one hand while he stood facing the toilet. He just looked at me real long while he used his other hand to take the beer and set it on the sink before he took the bottle of whiskey and had me take the cap off for him while he held the bottle so he could take a swig of it. He just rolled his cigar to the other side of his mouth when he did that.

I remember that when I wasn't handing him stuff I just stared at his cock. It had skin on the front that covered the head of it. I thought that was very interesting as mine did not, plus his was thick and fat and looked so soft and comfortable in his hand. He still had a drop of his piss on the end of his cock.

"Uncle Chuck, you have pee on your wiener still," I told him.

He stopped taking a chug of his whiskey and looked at me real intensely before he said, "Why don't you shake it off for me?"

Not realizing that that wasn't normal, I reached out and took hold of his fat cock. It felt so hot and fluffy and thick in my hand and the skin moved while I took it and shook it till the piss fell from the little puckered hole on the end. Before I could let go, my uncle took his hand and covered mine.

"You're not done yet," He growled at me.

I looked up at him suddenly; he was looking at me hard and frowning. His face had gotten a flushed look, all red and puffy and he was chewing on his cigar while he took big puffs on it and blowing thick smoke up in the air. He was scaring me and I started to shake.

"Keep shaking it," he growled at me.

His voice had gotten gravelly and he was rocking as he started to move my hand up and down on his cock which was starting to feel firmer and hotter in my hand. His hand on top of mine, I remember, was starting to get real hot, wet and sweaty.

He put the whiskey bottle down on the sink and popped the beer can with one hand and chugged the whole thing 'til it was empty. Then stared at my hand as he moved it up and down on his cock which was much fatter and longer now and it was smelling a little funky, kind of thick and like stale sweat. He let out a huge belch and wiped the back of his big hairy hand across his thickly bearded mouth and put it on top of my head. He pulled my head towards his cock, which was starting to glisten from something coming out of the skin on the top. "Put it in your mouth and suck on it, ya little fuck," he barked at me.

This really scared me and I started to cry. He took a handful of my hair and shook my head hard and told me to shut up and then pulled my head to his cock and rammed it at my mouth and ran it all over my face, that stinky sweaty smell was really thick now and I couldn't get away from it so I opened my mouth to tell him to stop and he pushed his thick cock head into my mouth.

The taste of it was so intense, salty and nasty and a little cheesy. When he had my mouth over his cock head, he let his head fall back and he rumbled in his throat, "Fucking head from a baby man, Fuck YEAH!"

I remember hearing him say that though I couldn't really see his face over his beer gut but I could see his beard sticking out, so I figured his head was back. He was puffing his cigar hard and long now. Keeping his thick adult cock in my mouth, his reached up toward my mouth and grabbed his cock before pulling the skin back and exposing the head of his cock to the inside of my mouth. The funky smell and a rich tangy cheesy taste exploded in my mouth when he pulled his foreskin off his head. It was such a strong, rich flavor, I immediately started to salivate, coating his thick meat with my drool and running down his cock in thick trickles.

He kept his big hairy paw on my hand while he kept pushing more of his cock into my mouth. I was choking on the fluid leaking out of the blunt rubbery head of it and tears were running down my face as he kept ramming more of his cock into my mouth. I remember the gagging sounds I would make when he pushed it in too far and he would keep it in the back of my throat when I made those noises so I think he enjoyed hearing me choke and cough on his big adult cock blocking my throat and filling my mouth.

After a long time, he took his cock out of my mouth and slapped me hard for crying and being a little pansy. He picked me up and took me to the living room in front of the fireplace which still had a big fire in it. He pulled my underwear off and told me if I tried to get up and run, he would throw me outside in the snow all night. I hated being cold and just lay down and shivered while I watched him, his fat cock sticking out of his pants still. It was twitching I remember noticing.

He unbuttoned his flannel shirt and took it off and then his t-shirt, taking his cigar out, and switching it from hand to hand as he pulled his arms through. His belly and chest were covered in real thick black hair and his beard ran right down into it. His beer gut was covered in it real thick. He ran his big hairy paws over his belly and pinched his nipples while his other hand moved up and down on his cock. All the while he was puffing on his cigar, half of it was gone by now.

He then started to pop the last of his buttons on his pants and pulled them down to his knees and stepped over me so he had his feet on either side of me and knelt down so my head was caught by his pants stretched between his legs. It pressed on my throat and I got scared again and started crying again. He frowned real hard and mad like and took his cock and rammed it towards my mouth again. I kept turning my head so he grabbed my hair again and pulled up so I couldn't turn anymore and pried my jaw open and plunged his drippy, funky-smelling cock into my mouth. It went so far in at once I almost threw up and my lips were hurting from being stretched. My jaw ached from being pinched open.

He started to shove into my mouth while he kept my hair pulled tight in his fist. He would pump a couple times and then blow a blast of thick cigar smoke into my face while he would grin down at me. "Fuck yeah pansy boy, you got yer ol' uncle's baby-maker in yer mouth. You like it don't ya, you little pansy?!"

All I could do was cry and choke and try to breathe around his fat cock. I could smell his unwashed ass from under his butt my face was so close and it smelled dirty and thick. Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth with a pop and pushed his big hairy balls at my mouth, "Lick my nuts, pussy-boy, and if ya bite me I'll fuckin' punch you into next week!" he snarled at me.

He smelled of sweat and piss and beer and whiskey and cigars and his face was a scary shade of red now and his breathing was fast and deep. I was terrified of him and did what I was told, licking those big hairy balls with my tongue. I remember the way the thick hair would brush my tongue roughly. It tasted like pee and old sweat. He took his free hand and smashed his balls into my face and rubbed them up and down. He put my face under his balls so I couldn't look up anymore and told me to keep licking.

I felt his shift his weight around and his pants started to choke me a little more so it was hard to breathe. I then felt his free hand shove between my legs and throw them apart and open. I heard him spit and felt it land on my naked belly all hot and wet. He must have scooped it up because I felt his thick, work-calloused finger digging between my legs until I felt it hit my poop hole and it drove right in! The pain I felt as his thick rough calloused farmer-finger shoved all the way to his last knuckle is unimaginable. I felt his hairy knuckles on his finger as they shoved in and out of my hole, burning as they forced me open. He would pull all the way out and then rammed it back in 'til it slammed my ass.

He kept mumbling, "Fucking tight pussy hole. Nice tight fucking pussy."

I was being choked by the pressure of his pants around my throat and having trouble breathing with his heavy nut sack on my nose and mouth. He stood up suddenly and stepped away from me. He reached into has pocket and brought out a little bottle and twisted off the lid and put it to his nose and sniffed long and hard on it before exhaling and doing it to his other nostril. Then he looked back up at me with his eyes all glazed over as he stepped between my legs.

He took out his old hanky from his back pocket and shook some of the bottle stuff on it and put it over my mouth and nose so I had to breathe it in and tied off the hanky behind my head. He slapped me hard on the back of my head and told me to breath. I took a breath of the bitter-smelling stuff and suddenly got so dizzy and warm and melty. When he saw me breathe, I remember him grinning real hard and sticking two of his fingers into his mouth.

He told me, "I 'm gonna fuckin' open up yer cunt fer ya, pussy-boy. Yer little pansy ass is gonna get bred tonight. What ya think of that, huh pansy?"

First he stabbed his thick hairy middle finger into my butthole and worked it deep and fast while spitting on the tiny sphincter stretched around it. Then he shoved both fingers up into my hole. I screamed out loud and he just grinned and did it again. His cock, I remember, was dripping onto my belly and my soft cock. My little-boy flesh was shriveled and pulled to my body.

He fingered my ass for awhile twisting and turning his fingers inside me before he took me and rolled me over onto my belly. He pushed my face into the floor and told me not to move. He pulled the bandanna off and must have put more stuff in it, because when he put it back on me, I got more dizzy, hot and melty than before.

I heard him sniff the bottle twice and then heard him spit and felt it on my butt. Something hard and hot began to push around the spit and then pushed it onto my hole. He groaned deep in his throat when the thing touched my hole.

He rubbed that thick blunt head around my hole while mumbling, "Fucking virgin cunt, man. Gonna open up a brand new cunt. Fucking gunna breed that pussy full of jizz. Awwww fuck yeah!"

He grabbed my hair and pushed my face into the floor hard and the other hand grabbed my hips and he grunted as I felt something huge, rubbery and blunt pierce my hole and open me up. I shrieked and screamed and he just grunted and did it again.

"Fuckin' take my cock faggot!" he yelled at me as my butt felt like it was on fire.

He pulled it out and I felt him spit again right on my hole and then he rammed again while he roared and I felt it go in hard and bottom out. I was sobbing as I felt his beer gut settle on my back and something hot and furry settle between my legs. My ring of muscles grasped and spammed and twitched around the thick manhood punching its way into my bowels sending waves of pain and unfamiliar feelings running through my body.

He dropped all his weight onto my back and butt and started to thrust his cock into my hole, every time he did it he caused severe pain inside of me as he couldn't go all the way inside of me and kept bottoming out.

"Fucking take that big daddy-cock up your pussy bitch," he growled in my ear as he pulled my hair up off the floor.

His belly covered me all the way up to my shoulders and when he pulled my head up, I only came up to the middle of his chest. I could feel his thick furry chest and beer gut rubbing on the back of my head as his sweaty smell filled my nose and mouth. I remember feeling his sweat falling on me and dripping down my back from his belly. He would grunt every time he would shove his cock into me and I would cry out ,"Owie!" and sob. He kept doing it over and over. Once in awhile he would stop and blow cigar smoke into my face after cupping it and turning it up towards his.

I could feel his fat cock head as it slid inside of my tight rectum, pushing back and forth, spreading the tight walls of my child's rectum. When he would pull out, my rectum would suction up against his cock and pull out a little bit with it. When he would shove it in, I could feel the loose extra skin around his cock head slide back into me, the precum oozing from his head making me slippery and wetting my insides so I could feel his adult daddy cock breeding my tight cunt-hole. I could feel the thickness of his shaft as he used his thick cock to open me up deeper and deeper. I felt all the hair on his shaft and all the veins and wrinkles as they passed through my tightly clinging ring of muscles.

Finally he started to ram into me harder and started swearing and calling me names. With every thrust of his hips, I could feel his full hairy balls swing up into my own smooth and hairless little-boy nuts. It hurt so much when he would bottom out inside my tight rectum that I wanted to die so it would end. His fingers were crushing my hips and leaving bruises as he slammed my head into the floor and fell on top of me, smothering me beneath his adult weight and he shoved one more time and I felt his cock twitch and jump inside me as I felt a scalding hot liquid warmth rush into my bowels deep inside me, making my guts gurgle.

He roared out, "Fucking take Daddy's cum in yer cunt, bitch!" as his cock throbbed deep inside me.

He pulled half out and rammed me a few more times then lay on top of me for awhile panting heavily while his thick cock twitched and throbbed deep inside my bruised asshole. I could feel the thick juices occasionally ooze from around where his cock was planted inside my butt. After a few minutes he took his stub of a cigar out of his mouth and got on his hands and knees, he placed one of his big farmer's hands in the middle of my back and slowly slid his softening adult cock from my tiny boy-pussy, sighing with pleasure and relief as he did so. As he finally pulled the thick head of his cock from my tight sphincter, it suddenly came out with a loud Pop and a juicy squelching sound. I remember what felt like Jell-O running out of me and that it smelled like bleach all of a sudden.

He just picked me up with him tucked under his arm and he went to the bedroom. He threw me on the bed and sat down, took his clothes the rest of the way off and lay down and pulled me next to him spooned up against his furry beer gut under the blankets, I was so scared I was shivering again. He told me to quit it and go to sleep. I think he must have passed out because a few minutes later I remember hearing his loud snoring. He stank of stale old sweat, booze and cigars. I was so exhausted I fell asleep too.