FUN WITH UNCLE TOM by CumBeggarFUN WITH UNCLE TOM by CumBeggarFirst off, let me be very clear about one thing: Uncle Tom was not my realuncle. He was the father of a friend and I used to spend a lot of time attheir house in the school holidays. My own family home was not a happyplace to be and Tom and his wife Ann had lots of room. They had a smallholding and there were horses and ponies and loads of dogs and it was agreat place for k**s. At this point in the story, I was just about 17 andhad been a fixture for a while. I had come to stay to help out with thehorses while Ann took their daughter on a beach holiday. Their sons — mycontemporaries — were on a school trip. But Uncle Tom was easy company andhe would cook dinner while I watered the horses, and he’d let me have acouple of glasses of wine while we ate. He talked about sex a lot –detailed stories of girls he had fucked every whichway, and you didn’t needthe brains of Einstein to realise that his marriage vows were a burden hewore very lightly! He loved to see the effect his stories had — I wouldgrin stupidly and writhe in embarrassment as I was forced to admit I wasstill a virgin. He was the first grown-up to treat me like an equal, but inthose days I would have settled for kindness, which he also gave me.I’d been hanging out in his family long enough to have seen him naked on aregular basis — he always left the bathroom door open while he was in thebath and would often call me to pass him the towel. He was about 5′ 9″ tallwith big, broad shoulders. He had lost a lot of hair but his face was stillincredibly sensual — large brown eyes, and thick, full lips that I oftenimagined crushed against mine as I wanked myself to sleep in the room nextto him. His frame was stocky and muscular and covered in thick, dark hair –it was almost like a pelt — and his stomach was a full, proper belly. Hewasn’t fat, but you couldn’t say he was thin, either. His arse was like twobig melons stuffed down the back of his trousers. I used to fantasise aboutgrabbing hold of it while he fucked me senseless.And then there was his sports kit: two big, egg-sized balls propping up ahefty piece of thick sausage. He was uncut and the head was big enough tobe permanently nudging its way out. Of course, at this point I’d only seenit soft, but it was nearly as big soft as my cock was hard, so I knew it wasgoing to be impressive.As for me, I was 17, about 5′ 10″ and 12 stone. I was pretty fit fromriding and running and rowing, and I had a 6-1/2″ erection that was getting apretty good workout two or three times a day. Sex was all I thought about –with girls, guys, everyone. My stepfather, however, had obviously read abook called “How to be a complete bastard” because I was allowed no sociallife at all. The only place I was allowed to go, apart from school, was toUncle Tom’s, and other than that I had to be at home working in the familypub/restaurant. And always behind the scenes, cleaning, clearing up, neverwhere I might meet people and have fun. So I had no experience.On the night this story takes place, Uncle Tom had gone to have a bath afterdinner and I had gone outside to catch a horse that needed to be brought inovernight so that the summer flies would not bother him. Rummaging in thesack of carrots for something to tempt him, I pulled out the largest carrotI’d ever seen. Literally a foot long, it also had a head on it, so that itreally looked like nothing more than a big orange cock. I chuckled and leftit on the feedbin while I took something more modest to catch the horse, tuzla escort andpicked it up on my way back into the house. I walked into the TV room andstood in the doorway. I was wearing my jodhpurs and a t-shirt and my blackriding boots and we weren’t supposed to walk on the carpet in outdoor shoes.Uncle Tom was sprawled on the couch in his bathrobe, his legs lying acrossthe coffee table and his robe falling open at the crutch so I could justmake out the base of his balls, tumbling out of the towelling. He looked upfrom the TV as I stood there. Grinning like an idiot I pulled the carrotout from behind my back.”Phallic enough for you?””Not bad!” he smiled. “What’s your own equipment like?”My heart was beating like a drum. “Not as impressive, I’m afraid. Whatabout yours?””You’ve seen mine.” He drawled.”Not in battle mode, I haven’t.” Fuck, I couldn’t believe I had said that.Uncle Tom raised an eyebrow.”Perhaps we should have a competition?” he suggested.”What did you have in mind?””Get a kitchen knife and the olive oil from the kitchen and I’ll show you.”I stumbled into the kitchen and grabbed a knife and the oil and went backinto the lounge. Uncle Tom already has his bathrobe undone and wascaressing his belly. His cock already looked larger.”Now,” he said slowly. “We’ll take it in turns to measure our erectionsand mark them on the carrot. The loser has to pay a forfeit.””Which is…?””Winner to decide that.” He smiled, knowing full well that he would be thewinner.”Okay.”, I nodded, bending down to remove my riding boots.”No, leave them on.” Uncle Tom said. “You can come in, no one will know.”I moved across to the couch and sat down next to him, placing the oil andthe knife on the table beside the carrot.”I seem to be slightly ahead of you,” Uncle Tom smiled, rubbing the head ofhis cock. “So I’ll go first.”I nodded. I would have agreed to anything at this point.”Of course,” he said, slyly, “One’s erection is always bigger and harder ifsomeone else does it for you.”I looked at him. “So you’d let me…?””Of course, dear boy. Work away.”Gently, I leaned across and wrapped my hand around Uncle Tom’s big cock. Itwas heavy and thick, even though it was not yet fully erect. I squeezed itgently and he gave a slight groan. I turned and smiled at him. He smiledback and, placing his hand on the nape of my neck, pulled me to him, pushinghis wide, thick tongue into my mouth. I needed no encouragement andfrantically kissed him back, my hand feeling his cock expanding under itstouch. Breaking off, I looked at his cock. It was massive, at least 10inches long and my thumb and forefinger barely touched as I squeezed it.”Fuck, it’s huge!” I gasped.”It’s always at its biggest just before I cum.” Uncle Tom said.I nodded and, thrusting my tongue into his mouth once more, I carried onwanking his big, stiff fuckmeat, rubbing the palm of my hand over his helmetand then sliding my hand down its length to squeeze his balls.”Of course,” Uncle Tom drawled suggestively, “The tongue always works verywell, too.”I grinned and poked out my tongue.”Exactly! What a clever boy!”I had never sucked a cock before but this was like putting a fish back inthe sea. The moment I put that beautiful helmet in my mouth, I was home. Inursed on Uncle Tom’s big cock like my life depended on it, slurping andsucking, rubbing my tongue over his piss-slit (which made him gasp), and allthe while squeezing his big balls, feeling them turning in my hands, andwanking his big thick shaft. After a few minutes I felt Uncle Tom gentlypushing the back of my head pendik escort down deeper on to his cock and heard him groan,”I’m going to cum”.Like lightning I pulled off his cock, laughing at the astonished look onhis face, and quickly held the carrot alongside his massive shaft. He wasonly about an inch and a half off its total length. I made a small notchwith the knife and got back down to sucking him off.”Good boy!” he murmured as I felt his helmet thrust against the back of mythroat. “Oh yes, that’s fucking good.” I now felt his hand running down myback and into the back of my jodhpurs. I was wearing a jockstrap and sothere was nothing to stop his thick finger beginning to probe my virginhole. I writhed a bit.”Does that hurt?” he asked, concerned.I removed his gorgeous cock from my mouth to answer him. “No, I’m tryingto give you room to get it in deeper.” And put his cock back in my mouth.He laughed. “That’s my boy! No hurry though. Just enjoy it.” And so Irelaxed and let him play with my arse while I sucked like it was going outof fashion.Shortly, I heard him grunt and say, “Get ready, Markie. It’s going toblow.”Suddenly my mouth was full of his cum, it felt like fucking gallons of it.My own cock was leaking precum into my jockstrap, straining to be releasedfrom its container, while Uncle Tom’s cock was twitching and jerking asstill more salty cum was spunked into my mouth. I didn’t have to debateabout this — I wanted all of it and I swallowed it like mother’s milk.”Fuck, that was good.” Uncle Tom said happily as I let his cock slip out ofmy mouth with a slight pop. I could not help noticing that he was stillvery hard.”It hasn’t gone down at all.” I said, slightly disappointed.He glanced down at it. “No, it won’t go down until I’ve cum 3 or 4 times.”I looked at him in amazement. “I hope you can handle it.””Too right I can!” I grinned.”Now, I think it’s your turn to be measured.” And with that Uncle Tom pulledoff my riding boots and unclipped the front of my jodhpurs, pushing me ontomy back on the couch while he wriggled my jodhpurs over my hip, patting thefront of my jockstrap as he cast the jodhpurs onto the floor.My jockstrap was also soon discarded and now I found out why we needed theoil. Uncle Tom coated his index finger in olive oil and as he took my cockinto his mouth he slipped his thick digit into my tight arse. Fuck! Inearly exploded. Something in my arse was begging for more andinstinctively I began to thrust my hips onto his hand.”I can tell you are going to be a really dirty fuck.” Uncle Tom leered,pulling off my cock. “Now, let’s measure you.” Holding the carrot againstmy cock, Uncle Tom. Although I was harder than I had ever been it was atleast three inches below his own notch.Uncle Tom either did not care or had not noticed. He got straight back downto business, one finger in my arse, shortly to be joined by another, whilehis thick tongue massaged my cock in his mouth and his spare hand massagedmy chest, tweaking my nipples. Occasionally he would break off and thrusthis fat tongue down my throat, thrusting his fingers deeper and deeper intomy arse.”Oh please, fuck me!” I begged as he broke off from kissing me. A big grinspread over his face.”I thought you’d never ask!” he smiled. Kneeling up in between my legsUncle Tom slipped off his bathrobe and pushed it underneath us, to keep theoil off the couch, and then began to anoint his big cock with olive oil. Iwas moaning by this stage, rubbing my cock and being as filthy as I knew howto be.”Keep calm,” he grinned. “Help is on its kartal escort way.” And with that he raised myknees up to my chest and placed his big cockhead against my arse. “Now,” heinstructed, “When I push in, I want you to push out and at the same time,splay your legs to that they go around me.”I did exactly as Uncle Tom told me and felt a surge of pain as his cockheadpushed into me. Then I felt this amazing sensation as the heat of his cockfilled me as inch after inch of glorious fuckmeat filled my virgin ass.Ten seconds later, Uncle Tom looked down at me and smiled. My legs werewrapped around his waist and I could feel my cock throbbing with thepressure of his torso rubbing against it.”How are you doing, Markie?” Uncle Tom asked.”Amazing.” I gasped. “Just amazing.””Yes, pretty good, isn’t it. I got fucked myself the first time when I wasyour age. Rugby master at school gave me a damn good fucking in theshowers. Couldn’t believe how much I loved it.”Uncle Tom leant over and began to kiss me again, his big tongue filling mymouth more slowly now, as he began to fuck me, nice and gently. As he beganto withdraw his cock from my arse my legs clenched tightly around him, notwanting him to take it out. But then he pushed back and suddenly, boom, itwas as though someone had taken me out with a blow to the back of the head.I was gabbling and throwing my head from side to side as I came, spunkgushing out of my jerking cock, covering Uncle Tom and me in cock-yoghourtand making my arse clench tightly on his fuckstick.”There now, that’s better isn’t it?” Uncle Tom said.”Oh my God!” I gasped. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.””No intention of it, dear boy.” Uncle Tom said lustily. “But it’s time wepicked up the pace, I think.” And with that he began to fuck me in earnest,his strokes getting faster and harder.For that first fuck Uncle Tom left me on my back, skewering me on his cockuntil I had cum three times. He came twice more, once filling my arse withcopious amounts of his lovely cum and finally pulling out of my arse tospray my already-cum-covered belly in gobs of his finest double cream. As apiece de resistance he then coated his cock in our combined cum and fed itto me, drop by drop.I slept in Uncle Tom’s bed that night, falling straight into a deepslumber. During the night I awoke and found myself automatically reachingbetween his legs and, having found his cock, wrapped my lips around it untilhe had sprayed me with cum once more. In the morning I awoke to find hisarm wrapped around me and his engorged cock nestling in the crack of mybutt. Pretty soon he was fucking me from behind, pushing his lengthy meatdeep into my arse and pumping me full of his spunk.I never stopped having sex with Uncle Tom after that. We did it whereverwe could. When I went to university he would come and stay in a nearbyhotel on a business trip, and I would spend the weekend getting fuckedrigid. On another occasion, he thoughtfully arranged a threesome with anarmy friend of his, a colonel, who had been fucking squaddies for years.Similarly endowed with 10″ of thick fuckmeat, the colonel buggered me whileI sucked Uncle Tom’s cock deep into my throat. Even better, when they haddone, they watched as the colonel’s driver — a good-looking black boy withan epic cock of steel between his legs — rimmed my arse for a good twentyminutes before spearing me with his cock and fucking me into oblivion.On another occasion we went to Paris where Uncle Tom hired a hooker to havesex with us. I 69’d with her while Uncle Tom fucked her in the doggyposition. I sucked his big balls and licked his shaft while he skewered heron his big cock, and when he came I sucked it out of her. Finally, as Ifucked her, he pushed his lovely cock into my arse and sprayed my insideswith his salty cream.