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Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads Chapter 15: Five Card Stud Dad Pt.5 Please donate to Nifty. Any amount helps. Keep this site and the availability of the wealth of erotic material free as the volume of stories increases and the cost to maintain it does as well. ************************************************************************** This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author’s imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time. This story may contain scenes of a graphic nature between father and his sons, or under age boys and adult males, which may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. By continuing to read on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. In addition, neither you nor any family members are employees of any type of government, law enforcement, or investigative entity. Moreover, you are either not performing any type of research in preparation for any forms of legal action, directly or indirectly, affecting the contents of this site. In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any con- sequences of you viewing or downloading the story. —————————————————————————– Bad Uncles and Dads – Chapter 15 Five Card Stud Dad Pt.5 As his movements began to slow, Mr. Foss’ body would shudder and shake from time to time. His bearded jaw scraped my neck, my own jaw, my cheek, chin, and lips when my head turned in the relaxation beginning to spread through me and his mouth returning to mine. His tongue slipped in again, this time slow and caressing…almost feeling as if he was “petting” my mouth from the inside affectioinately and warmly. My arms and legs, and even my ass, pulled him tighter into me…wanting to return the soft gentle and quiet sweetness of his kiss even as his big fat cock still filled and throbbed inside my body and the last of his cum poured thickly into my stomach. After a time, he began to ease away…lifting his body and his mouth from mine. His eyes moved down me, taking my slender chest and stomach with their youth- ful muscle splashed with the wet sheen of teenage cum. He exhaled deeply with those long thick knobby and rough fingers stroking lightly down my sides until he was easing back to let his fat cock slowly begin making it’s silky exit from my puffy cum-lubed fifteen year old hole. I felt it in the tender ring of my ass and saw it in the parting of Mr. Foss’ lips when that long thick cock had pulled back to where it was now the wide bracing head forcing my hole slightly further open on its way from inside me. I tensed and lifted my ass at the wonderful sensation to have his eyes slide quickly up to mine and then back down again. Those big hard-working hands of his curled around where my raised thighs met my hips and held me as he moved the broad of head of his beautiful cock back into me once more. I heard a whimper rise from my chest as my throat closed down. I opened my lips to pant quietly and stare at his intent bearded face while he repeated the motion and moved the fat head of his big meat into and from my young hole slowly over and over. “Jesus….” It was barely a whisper, and all he said as he backed a few steps away and let my legs slip to hang from the edge of the table…his huge cock finally making its way completely from within my hole. My eyes swept slowly across him to take in the wide muscular, hairy, and older man in front of me who had suddenly become both quiet and vulnerable. I found I had to touch him. I sat up and pushed from the table onto legs that shook for a split second before they gave way. He reacted in reaching for my shoulders to help keep me on my feet. He wasn’t quick enough, and I sank to my knees in front of him with my hands grabbing his hips to slow and steady my fall. The rich tangy scent of his cum saturated the air near his swollen sloppy meat and soaked over me as I knelt staring at the big thick ten inch cock hanging in front of my face still three quarters hard. That big stocky horse-meat arched proudly over his huge round hairy balls, clean and shiny with nothing coating it but a thick layer of his own cum. Stream- ing streaks and glistening globs of heavy male seed left Mr. Foss’ cock seeming even bigger and thicker than before. I stayed there, not intending on or even considering doing anything…just staring at the big fat adult cock and the thick mess of cum coating it heavily. My hands slid down those wide muscular thighs, my palms and fingers skimming across the tips of that curling forest of coppery hair pelting the skin. I tilted my head up and slid my mouth over cum-slathered mass of thick uncut meat in front of me to savor the tangy n’ salty seed streaming down the sides of it. Just then, there was a knock on the front door which left Mr. Foss pulling back and grabbing a kitchen hand towel from beside the sink and then going to the door with it in front of him as if drying his hands. Another knock was cut short as I listened from the other room and heard the front door being opened. My dad’s voice came next introducing himself and saying that he and Mom were taking advantage of my absence to go out to dinner. Excitement raced through me until Mr. Foss came back and said I should head home and get cleaned up as my mom and dad had just left. I could feel my face fall with disappointment, Mr. Foss’ eyes watching my ex- pression with kind tenderness. “Brian…” he began quietly, “your father at the door…it…it brought me back to reality. I’ve never done this before. I’ve been alone and lonely, and you…you looking at me the way you do…the appreciation…the desire. Well, you turned something back on that had been off for quite a while. But now, I feel con- fused…unsure of myself…wondering what it means for me at this late stage in my life. I don’t expect you t’ understand this, but I need some time t’ think all this through. Can you understand?” Of course I could. I was going through some of those questions myself. I just nodded my head silently and let him pull me against his strong, hairy, and damp body. He pulled away and walked to the kitchen sink. I stood there another minute and realized he was waiting for me to leave. Planning to sneak over later and check on him, I turned and left through the front door. Back inside my own house, I showered and changed into a pair of shorts. With all the thoughts of Mr. Foss running through my head, I somehow managed to forget to throw on underwear . There was a note about escort kocaeli my dinner being in the fridge. So, I heated that up and ate as I continued being concerned about the man next door. That concern turned my mind to the time I’d spend with him and I slid my shorts off at the sink as I rinsed my plate and fork. I carried them with me into the living room and turned on the TV as I plopped lengthwise on the couch. Staring up at the ceiling and ignoring the television, my hand slid down my stomach and my fingers lightly traced the underside of my quiCkly stiffening young prick. I don’t know how much time had passed when I began hearing sounds from out- side. Getting up from the couch, but leaving my shorts behind, I moved to the big front window and peered out from the side of the drapes. Dad’s truck was parked in the driveway with him and Mom standing in front of as they talked with Mr. Foss. He was putting two duffel bags in the cab of his own truck and then moving to the driver’s side. Their conversation continued a short time before he climbed in and then drove off with both my parents waving in his direction. Dad looked huge next to Mom. His big powerful body tall and imposing next to hers. His hard angled face, thick drooping mustache, close-cropped hair, in- tense eyes, and shadowed jaw all that much more distinctly masculine next to Mom’s fragile and feminine frame. Sleeves rolled up, his thick muscular arms bristled with coarse salt-n-pepper curling hair that pelted the rest of his lumbering body. I found myself struck once again by the simple and rugged maleness of the man who fathered me. I felt my prick jump as Dad threw a big muscular and furry arm around Mom’s slender shoulders in a motion that turned them both to slowly walk toward the front door. I raced to the couch, quickly pulled on my shorts, and then dove down to lay on my stomach…getting into a position to pretend to be engrossed in the show. I heard them come down the foyer and turn as they came into the doorway. I could tell Mom had enjoyed more than one glass of wine at dinner when she launched into lively one-sided conversation about Mr. Foss’ situation and how glad she was that I’d helped him this afternoon. As Mom rambled on, I looked up at Dad’s face…his strong masculine face a shuttered mask that gave away nothing as to what was going on inside his head. I dropped my eyes to Mom’s animated face and then lower to the fly of Dad’s faded well-worn 501 Levi’s. He shifted his weight ever so slightly and a vertical donut-shaped lump slid over to become distinctly outlined along the side of his fly. I watched as it pulsed forward into high relief and then shot my eyes up to his. His expression remained unreadable and unchanged. There was no desire there, no intent, no question…just stoicism. Given the obvious growing lump in his jeans, I found myself a mass of confusion. “Well, I’m havin’ another glass of wine and a long soak in the tub. Can you two empty the trunk of the car so I can get right to organizing in the morning?” Mom asked, disentangling herself from the heavy arm thrown over her shoulder. “Sure.” I offered. “I’m gonna get outta these clothes n’ comfortable, and then we’ll get right on that.” Dad said in answer. Mom dug in her purse and then handed her keys to Dad. “Here ya go, you’ll need these.” I heard Mom talking about the salmon she’d had for dinner as Dad followed her toward their room. Mom came back a minute later and poured a glass on wine in the kitchen before sticking her head through the doorway on her way back to draw her bath. “It’s just the storage bins. It shouldn’t take too long, honey.” And, then, she was gone. Dad came in just afterward in stretched out white briefs raggedly hanging on to his waist and barely containing his heavy adult male equipment in the front. His thick weighty cock dragged the front down to expose a dense froth of black and silver tangled hair. “Well, let’s get to it.” The white of his briefs stood out in stark contrast to the dark of his body all covered in that lush forest of curling bristly hair. The expression on his face remained unreadable, and my worry over the change in his usual nature grew. Going into the garage, he left the light off and moved to the back of Mom’s car to open the trunk. He raised the lid and then held it as if he needed to as I bent inside to grab a bin. Wanting to make this last, I separated it from the others it was stacked into and grabbed a lid as if wanting to remove them in pairs. In doing so, I worked to rub one shoulder against the fat bulge pouching his briefs. Other than his thick cock becoming firmer and pushing back against my shoulder, Dad gave no hint he noticed my less than subtle action. Dad pulled out a bin and lid after me and followed me around the car. “Where do you think she wants these?” I asked without turning around. “In the laundry room at the bottom of the stairs to the attic would be my guess.” Dad answered. The laundry room was a good size, but the space was quickly taken up with adding the bins to the washer and dryer in the room along with my body and Dad’s much larger one. “Let’s stack the bins and lids separately so they take up less room.” Dad suggested as I went to set mine down. He added his to mine and then said he was going for a beer as we walked through the door and back into the garage. He came back in ahead of me just as I was coming back out of the laundry room having gone slowly to stretch out my time alone with him. Moving to the trunk of the car, he stood where he had before and let me graze my shoulder against the protruding mound in his briefs again. On the first brush, his cock moved and snaked over to the side. On the se- cond, it thrust back against me. As I reached for the lid, my eyes were draw to the movement of his big wide hand dropping to his crotch. My movements came to a dead stop as he “scratched” just above the base of his cock through his briefs. The action jostled his fat hardening meat until the thickly hooded and wide meaty head of his big cock dropped out of the loose leg opening until it and about three inches of heavy shaft hung out in the air. His hand left his crotch and slid across my back to the opposite side and just under my armpit. Gentle pressure urged me back against him until my shoulder pressed into the base of his thick adult cock and made the rest of his wide length strain out away from his thigh. I willed my hands to gently release the bin and lid to allow them to ease back to the floor of the trunk. Cautious of doing anything to break the moment, I slowly began to turn my body as it brushed against him until Dad’s straining veiny cock lay heavily against my cheek. This was different than before. There was no guise of being asleep to buffer the reality…to soften the responsibility of it. It scared me. This was no stranger from next door, either. This was my dad, my father. I knew it was wrong to want him like this. At the same time, though, there was no denying how deeply and desperately I wanted the man and the long fat veiny uncut cock izmit anal yapan escort jutting out from his strong hairy thighs. And, it wasn’t like this was to be the first time anything happened between us. The big hand on my back moved to the back of my head and guided my mouth to the exposed thick length of him that had escaped his briefs. My mouth opened for his meaty girth and the musky scent of his crotch soaked into my lungs. Dad moved his hips till the broad anchor of the head of his cock met my lips. Thick, salty, and sweet syrup coated it and then pulsed extra through my parted lips and into my mouth. My tongue slaved over the wide pulpy helmet of flesh and slid under the vel- vety foreskin to lap up everything Dad’s massive meat had to offer me. “Christ!” The word was quietly hissed inward from above me as strong hands reached under my arms to pull me to my feet. “Goddamn it…” His face was shadowed in the dark garage as he dipped his head to mine and captured my mouth. His drooping cowboy mustache tickled and scraped my face as Dad’s thick tongue swept in and took command of my own. Almost as soon as the kiss began, he pulled back and spun me around to march me from behind into the laundry room. Dad moved me to the wall beside the washer where a window looked out from our u-shaped house and across the yard to the bedroom window of the room he shared with Mom. I had only a second to look through to the sight of her legs in the tub and glass of wine on the floor before Dad whirled me around and pulled me against him. His body was tall, broad, hairy, and damp with sweat against me. I ground my face into his strong pumped-up pecs, inhaling the woodsy smell of him and soaring in the scratch of his coarse hair against my soft skin. Moving my head appreciatively from side to side, my face ended up under his arms at times… the deeper and richer scent of him there coating my face and filling my chest in- toxicatingly. Big firm hands slid to my shoulders and eased me to my knees. I grabbed at the waistband of his briefs and slid them halfway down his strong hairy thighs. Dad’s big fat veiny cock angled up toward the ceiling in front of me, the dark blue veins a road map over the impossibly thick mass of male meat up and over half of the commandingly broad head clearly outlined underneath. It swayed and flexed in front of me in time with the rolling of the egg-sized balls churning in their low hairy sack. Each pulse of Dad’s thick ten-plus inch male pride brought more oozing precum bubbling from the deep gash that bisected the impressive meaty head. All but hypnotized by the mammoth drooling hard cock in front of me, my hands moved to caress my strong tall father’s big hairy balls and angle his big uncut dick down toward my mouth. Opening my mouth, I slid it over the bulbous meaty end and felt a groan es- cape my chest as salty syrup once again met my tongue. My tongue went wild, flicking left and right…swirling, lapping, and loving the wide fleshy head…darting intermittently into the deep slit in the center. “Brian!” A hand left my head and braced against something for balance as dad leaned over me trapping the top of my head against his hairy stomach and the back of it in the hand that remained there. Dad grunted from above me as his cock flexed larger and thicker than before. Cum burst forth in the first blast and filled my loving hungry mouth. I swallowed what I could only to have him shove his fat cock inside and into the back of my throat as another blast of thick heavenly cum flooded my mouth. Suddenly everything spun and I felt as if I was lifted up into the air. I barely registered being set on weak wobbly legs and facing the wall bent at the waist when Dad moved into me from behind. I gasped still in confusion when in spite of the darkness Dad planted the flaring head of his big cock right on the button of my butthole. Cum shot against it and sent waves of crazy pleasure spiraling outward through my body. Dad pressed inward, the wide muscular head of his cock breaching my tight young hole…his cum now splattering just inside the ring of my ass being pushed open. Pain gripped me and I pulled slightly away only to find myself pushing right back again to try and force more of Dad’s huge horse meat into me. Desire fought with pain while he repeatedly humped into me and I rocked my increasingly stretched teenage ass on and off him as the waves of pain allowed. All at once, Dad’s huge over ten inch thick-as-a-wrist cock shoved up deep inside my young willing body. Stars showered my vision and my body flailed on the impaling monster shoved into my guts. My hands clawed at shelves and the back of the washing machine while elec- tricity and fireworks shot through every part of me. I must’ve cried out because a big heavy hand immediately shot up to cover my mouth. That hand jerked me back against him and released me back forward as Dad drove his veiny monster cock in and out of my wildly spasming tight hole. Each time he slammed into me, it seemed like something exploded inside me. My vision blurred as I glanced out the window to see Mom reaching for her glass of wine. I was past thought, past decision, past even comprehension as Dad jack- hammered his huge muscular cock in and out of me. We were like two animals, one much smaller than the other. The bigger brutally raping the smaller while the smaller gave into the incredible pleasure of the vi- olent primal act. The walls of my ass and insides contracted and pulled at the long thick meat plunging in and out…forcefully ramming up into me as if trying to slam up into my throat. I lost all strength and control, stopped pushing back to meet him and just let him barrel in and out of me with his incredibly huge cock. Over and over he slammed into me, my asshole barely beginning to close over the broad meaty exiting head of Dad’s donkey dick before being rammed back open by his next powerful and inflamed ass-busting re-entry. My legs shook, my breathing came in sharp gulps, my head felt as if it would explode without my hands on either side to hold it together. I felt as if he were bashing, battering, and tearing my body apart from the inside with his mighty ramming cock. Every wrenching and crippling thrust left me ripped apart with amazement, adoration, and worship for the man and the cock be- hind me. Heat tore through me as if my whole body became an extension of my tight fif- teen year old asshole grabbing, gripping, and stroking my own father’s massive thick heavily-veined horse meat. Everything blurred as Dad crashed that behemoth baseball bat of steely flesh up through the tender pummeled tunnel of my teen ass only to rip it back out and then bulldoze back into my quaking insides. The iron grip of his big rough hands, the smell of his sweat and cum, the sound of his powerful thrusts crushing the cheeks of my ass against his strong solid tree-trunk thighs, his huge hairy bullballs smacking my own smaller ones as if in punishment for enjoying every ass splitting violation of my young frame by Dad’s gebze escort almost abusively huge corrugated cock…my body and mind felt as if they were shattering into a million pieces when the telltale tingle began at the base of my bouncing prick. My knees gave way. My arms gave way. I fell into the wall in front of me, my head to the side against it along with one shoulder. I heard a deep rumble that was almost a growl from behind me as Dad slammed me on and off his cumbersome thick ten-plus inch cock in time with him ramming it up into the very core of my body. I felt his huge hard cock flexing, thrashing, and twisting inside me as cum began to blast against my insides. The more he came, the harder he fucked me as if trying to permanently brand the insides of my ass with his massive searing meat. The sensation of being all but raped increased as more cum flooded my insides and his powerful thrusts into my body became more and more violent. Suddenly, the light went on outside in the garage and the door from the house opened slightly. “Hon’?” Mom’s voice came from the door. Cum burst from my prick and splattered the wall in front of me as Dad’s big dick continued jerking and spewing inside of me while his body and breathing came to an immediate halt. The hand over my mouth remained clamped down tight while the other held my ass with a steel grip so his huge thrashing cock remained punched deep inside my clenching teenage body erupting volley after volley of white-hot cum against the quivering walls deep within my ass. “Yes, dear, we’re just comin’ in.” He managed to say calmly with no hint of ragged exertion in his deep voice. Dad’s big hand dug into my hips as more and more of his cum splashed into me. “Oh good. Uhmmm, do you wanna take a shower before comin’ t’ bed?” Her real question was clear. “Yeah. I can take a shower in Brian’s bathroom and meet in the tub.” Dad began slowly moving his hips again, his huge battering ram of male meat stroking my cum-soaked insides. “Great. I’ll be waiting.” With that, the door closed, but the light stayed on. Dad snaked his fat cock lazily in and out of me as it spewed the last erup- tions of his adult cum into my battered ragged hole. When he finally hauled his huge swollen meat from my gaping ass, I slid against the washer and turned to face him on my way down. “That was close.” He whispered and moved closer and I shifted to lean against his sturdy hairy legs. “Uh huh.” I muttered exhaustedly. Not caring what he would think and feeling overwhelmed with love and affec- tion, I wrapped my arms around his legs and nuzzled my face into his heavy cock and hairy balls. “Mr. Foss left.” He said quietly. “Yeah…I saw.” “You okay with that?” He asked, guardedly. I looked up to see concern mixed with a hint of fear. He knew. It would be ten years, though, before Dad admitted to going around back and peering unnoticed through the patio door of the neighbors’ house. Intent on Mr. Foss’ athletic taking of my ass…neither of us heard Dad’s original knock on the front door, nor him coming around the back of the house just afterward. With the revelation years later, he would confess to jealousy and how his determination grew throughout dinner with Mom to bolster his male pride by insur- ing I never regretted Mr. Foss’ departure. I nodded and looked down to find the heavily hooded head of his thick cum- slathered cock inches from my lips. Before I could do anything, Dad pulled me to my feet. “Do you mind gettin’ the rest of the bins? I need t’ get inside.” “No, not at all.” Dad started to pull his worn briefs back up, but stopped just as they reached the bottom of his balls. He took my hand and guided it to grasp his still firm flesh. “See you in the mornin’ before I go t’ work?” I smiled and nodded, giving his fat cock one last squeeze before he stuffed it inside strained cotton and went back into the house. *** I’m forty-four now and married. I’ve only met one other ‘Mr. Foss.’ A neigh- bor who needed help with a yard project a couple years ago. In thin cotton shorts, everything played out much like it did with Mr. Foss. Once or twice a year now, I go over to “help him” with a project. Other than that, though, Dad is still really the only other man for me. Since I went away for college, things changed. I guess that’s natural with me not being around every day and sleeping in my room down the hall from his with Mom. Every time now, it feels tentative…both of us testing out the waters to see if the other is still okay with it. That seems to draw things out, kind of prolong the ‘seduction.’ It might actually even be hotter now than when I was in my teens. As the years have gone by, Dad has gotten more risky in letting his fat meat and big hairy balls drape out the leg of his shorts. I guess I get my prick from Mom’s side of the family at its average length and girth. That fact leaves me still crazy about Dad’s much bigger and thicker cock. The way it feels in my hands, mouth, and ass…still leaves me aching for it even when we’re doin’ our posturing of making sure the other is still interested. He still looks just the same as he did twenty-nine years ago, other than now being much more salt than pepper. His body is still big, strong, and hairy while mine remains smooth and slender. And, his small green eyes still bore into me from beneath his heavy brows. The last time I visited, Dad and I went up to the cabin a day before Mom joined us so we could clean and neaten everything up. My prick was hard the whole day watching the big man work and sweat in just gym shoes, socks, and thin shorts that were too small for his big lumbering frame. Too small, also, for the thick slab of meat down one leg and big balls rolling around on either side of the inseam. After dinner, he stretched out in his chair at the table and had me bring him a beer. As I walked from the fridge, he put his hands behind his head so his hairy chest seemed a mile wide and splayed out his legs so that half his meaty heavily- veined cock and big hair-pelted balls hung obscenely exposed out of one leg. “I think you’ve stared enough t’day.” Dad muttered as I set his beer down, pointedly flexing his fat cock and forcing another two inches of his mule dick to snake out from the worn leg of his shorts. About the only thing different as he’s gotten older is that Dad doesn’t cum as fast. He fucked me over the dining room table and made me cum without touching myself three times with his huge fat uncut cock ramming my ass into oblivion be- for unloading his own thick heavy load deep inside me. The best, though, is still that final time when he cums with me. His hands digging into my skin and holding me in place with a steel grip. His excitement taking on a violent edge as his powerful fucking turns into forceable raping. There’s still nothing hotter to me than seeing and feeling my own rugged father loosing it and turning into a big dominating animal while ramming his huge thick cock up inside my smaller younger ass…and, I hope that never changes. (To be continued.) 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