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Date: Sun, 15 May 2005 16:15:09 +0000
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UNCLE BUD
When our attic fan started making a lot of unusual noise, my mother didn't call
a service repair man. She called my Uncle Bud. I was glad she did. Being around
Uncle Bud was a real thrill to me, since he seemed so masculine and always
seemed to know what to say at the right time.
He came over within minutes of my mother's call for help. He smelled fresh and
clean, his after shave permeating the air. He always seemed to smell that way, a
truly manly smell, I thought.
When he came over, I followed him up into the attic to watch him work on the
massive fan. It was stuck in one high window, toward the end of the house. It
circulated air across the attic and out the other window on the end. Uncle Bud
had to use a step stool to reach the fan.
"It needs oil, that's all," he said to me with his disarming smile. "I can take
care of it in just a few shakes."
"Shakes of what?" I asked.
"Shakes of whatever, you know, 'Shakes.'"
He moved his body back and forth, shaking it. I gave the necessary laugh. I
noticed that the bulge in the front of his shorts moved around quite a bit. I
realized that Uncle Bud wasn't wearing any underwear.
As the bulge in the front of his shorts moved back and forth, I could feel
myself beginning to get excited over watching it. He suddenly looked down at me
from his place on the short ladder.
He knew I had been staring at his crotch. There was a smile on his face, a sort
of half-smile. He reached down and pulled his shorts higher on his waist. The
movement accentuated his bulge, making it seem even larger, and I could see the
shape of his cock running down his leg. I could have sworn I could see the very
tip of it peek out of the hem as he turned one way and another.
He turned and thrust his hips forward, and sure enough, I could see the head of
his fat, uncircumcised dick poke out of his shorts. It was semi-hard, and I
could see the purple head of it poking out of the folds of his foreskin.
I could feel a tingling in my pussy as I sat there, watching him.
"Hand me that screwdriver," he said.
With pleasure! I got up and picked up the screwdriver at the base of the short
ladder, and I rose, handing him the screwdriver. My face was now exactly even
with the bulge in his shorts. The head of his cock was less than a foot from my
feasting eyes. It actually grew as I watched. I took a deep breath and exhaled.
I could see the downy hairs on his upper thigh move with the expulsion of air.
His eyes briefly closed, and I knew he was enjoying it.
His cock jerked, and I could see the head become more fully exposed. The head
was a brighter purple now, and there was a sticky-looking drop of liquid
dripping out of the pee hole in the center of it.
I reached out and touched his thigh, my hand resting within inches of his dick.
He leaned forward then, and pressed his crotch closer to me. The very tip of his
cock touched my fingers, and I moved my fingers just slightly, feeling the
sticky stuff coming out of it.
"That about does it," he said, his voice shaking. "Fan's done."
He pulled away from me and climbed down the ladder. He stood there looking at
me. Without saying a word, he reached to the front of his shorts and unsnapped
them. He pulled them down.
His big cock shot up and throbbed, pointing at me. It was big and fat, sticking
out of a virtual jungle of black hair that covered the base of it. Beneath that,
he had two big, heavy balls, covered with dark hairs.
I took a step toward him, and carefully got on my knees in front of him. I
pulled on the fat dick, moving my mouth toward the purple head. I loved the way
it throbbed in my hand, the way the skin was so smooth and soft, yet so hard
underneath.
I put my mouth on the head, moving my tongue around. I could taste the salty,
sticky fluid, and it felt strange and wonderful in my mouth. I took it further
into my mouth, and reached up and touched his big, fat, hairy balls.
"Oh, my God," he whispered.
He reached down and pulled me up to him, and turned and picked me up. He
tugged at my shorts, and then my panties. When they hit the floor, I stepped
out of them.
He lifted me and put me on the ladder, and then pressed his cock against my
crotch. I opened my legs wider, and we were at just the right angle. He slipped
his hard cock into my cunt, and I nearly came with the sensation of his dick
filling me like that.
He thrust in and out of me a few times, and then I pushed him away. I had a
better idea.
I stood and turned around on the ladder, bending over, my ass high in the air.
He straddled me at once, sending his hard cock deep into me again.
He began thrusting then, faster and faster, and I could feel his pubic hair
slamming against my ass as we fucked.
He was breathing hard, and suddenly, his dick expanded inside me, and I could
feel hot liquid coming out of it as it moved. The feeling made me cum, my legs
twitching, my whole body shaking.
He kept his cock buried inside me for a few minutes, and then pulled it out.
He moved away and put on his shorts, and I climbed down the ladder and put my
clothes on. He plugged in the attic fan, and the noise had stopped.
Downstairs, he told my mother that the fan was fine.
"There are a few other things up there that need some work, I think," he said.
"Whatever needs to be done, if you'd like to help, please feel free," my mother
said with a smile.
He nodded and winked at me. He comes over all the time now. It seems that there
are a lot of things that need attention.
--- Lorna R., Seattle, WA
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