And The Next One!
“Seriously Uncle Al I love daddies because they know how to fuck so much better; but dude seriously you throw one fucking awesome fuck of all DILF-fucks! I feel like … “
He seriously hadn’t shut-up since the endorphins fired inside him; again. I was flattered but … “Bran?” I interrupted him.
“Yes sir?” he answered with mock attentiveness.
“Didn’t those tops train you right?”
“Sir?”
“Get the fuck over here and clean-off my cum-slimed dick and sweaty hole! Put that pretty mouth to work doing something useful.”
He suddenly got it and grinned suggestively; he didn’t get the talking too much part I was certain but he was still all to eager to get my slimy hanging dick in his mouth again. He took his sweet time though; an exaggerated stretch that flexed every one of his perfect muscles and even his sac muscles before he slacked and gracefully rose and then settled next to the sofa with his face in my crotch. After a dramatic inhale he looked up at me and said, “Damn my ass smells good on you!” right before he busted-up and covered it by inhaling my dick. “Damn my bussy tastes even better!” he added when he took a next breath.
Brandon gave my spent dick and drained balls a thorough tongue-bathing and then went to lift my legs as his tongue traveled down my taint. “Whoa there buddy!” I throttled his progress.
He snapped his eyes back to mine. “You said … “
“I’m not a twenty-something college jock who’s limber enough to do a gymnastic pose on an airplane couch. Bend me over and finish your work; save this old man’s hips and knees,” I told him.
His eyes narrowed in another evil grin. “‘Old man? Fuck dude if that’s the way an old man fucks then I’m destined for a proctologist on retainer! Gimme that hole Uncle Al; I want to taste your core daddy!”
I lazily raised my arm; my pit hair was moist with sweat from banging his lights out. “Start here,” I ordered him.
If he protested the change of routing he showed no disappointment. Bran straightened his back and moved forward until his breath was cooling my hot pit. When he made contact it was with the tip of his nose; then he inhaled loud. “Fuuuuuuuuck you reek so fuckin’ good,” he said almost lost between worlds. Then he dove back in with his tongue manically licking all over my soggy mess of a pit.
Brandon forced my other arm up to get at my other pit; he snuffled, huffed, licked, and rubbed his face in my sweat as hungrily as he had the first. His moans and growls of abject pleasure were both arousing and nearly comical.
My brain and my dick took different paths. In my mind my thoughts flashed to a particular porn actor I’d found exceptionally appealing aesthetically. His body and technique for giving and taking had fueled many aggressive bate sessions for me; once I had filtered-out his over-the-top (or bottom!) verbal hamming in the scene. Daniel! That was his name. Sean Cody. Thankfully our own Daniel at home was every inch (in all dimensions and aspects) as sexy and while demonstrative he was eminently credible. Impossibly I felt my shaft stiff again; was this young stud or the mental musings of the many sexy Daniels in my life my dick’s fountain of youth?
I suddenly felt Bran’s tight grip on my hard-on; in my mind I almost hear the slap of his palm against my pipe-like dick when he clamped his hold on me. “Uncle Al you fuckin’ stud! No wonder it takes Kent and Daniel to keep you satisfied,” the boy said and attacked my left nipple with his teeth.
I’m not one of those guys whose nipples are the trigger switch for his balls to erupt. Don’t get me wrong; they’re trigger points just not the extreme sources that my balls are. I remember telling Kent on our first night, “Do all of that times four to my balls and you’ll own me!” Obviously he had.
Bran’s grip was almost painful; or was it my own hardness? And when he went to work on my other nipple he regained a grip on my balls with his other hand; which revved me into my red zone. My head was thrown back against the huge window as I let him have his way with me. As his mouth traveled down my abs he grunted, growled, moaned, and murmured compliments that overtook my wandering thoughts of porn actors and husbands and centered me on the action in the jet. When his mouth engulfed my dick again his youthful tongue again massaged my shaft as his throat caressed my head.
“Oh Jesus you’re one hot fuckin’ cock-sucker!” I moaned. Bran moaned and his vocal vibrations stoked my dick as if I hadn’t blown two wads already; since take-off!
Brandon’s suck-stamina was amazing; he could throat for literally minutes at a time and I could feel his breath in my saliva-soaked bush as the jet’s a/c fought with the inferno he stoked inside my body. I could almost feel my skin sizzle with the conflict of temperatures.
When he finally brought his lips the distance back to my tip and then I was waving free again he wasted no time in turning and sitting; he impaled himself on me forcibly and moaned as I broke through first one and then the other of his channel’s defenses. “Oh fuck me YES!” he grunted in relief when his hairy trench ground down into my groin.
He turned his head as he threw it back against mine and found my lips. It startled me how hungrily I met my nephew’s kiss. His tongue jabbed and swirled as his lips sucked while his body rode me up and down my length furiously. He was on a mission and his expert pussy was milking me like his life depended on my output.
I was carried away in the moment and only mildly by being impressed with my aging body’s performance; in the center of my fifties I was headed for a three-fer without any chemical enhancement.
“Get that pussy in the air!” I growled when we were gasping for breath after the epic face-sucking came to a break.
“Fuck yes SIR!” he grunted enthusiastically. His quick dismount and repositioning was equally energetic. As he waved his puffy ring at me in a twerking motion he challenged me: “Wreck my bussy Uncle Al; it’s all yours!”
Should I have held-back? We were long past that. Longer even than the eight inches I plunged into his depths with a gratified howl from him as I mercilessly punched through those rings and slammed my bush into his wire brush of a trench.
I was clutching his hip with one hand and his shoulder with the other and driving him hard enough that the slaps of my groin and hips meeting his bubble-butt and thighs resounded. His back was shiny with sweat and my own flowing sweat splattered down on him and against the leather, window, and hull.
Bran ground back into every thrust and groaned as his muscles milked me in perfect time. My dick was relentless in its pursuit of his depths as he worked himself while I battered him. “Oh fuck yeah right fuckin’ there,” he shouted when he’d found his own spot and worked it on me and his body jolted with every direct hit to his pleasure point. His hands were clamped on the sofa’s back; it was all dick-head and nub … and of course his skilled grinding of the two together as my primal thrusting proceeded like a Neanderthal growing the species.
I felt his neck muscles seize first and then the rest of him. “Don’t you … fuckin’ … FUCK! FUCK! Fuck it out of me!” he growl/moaned. “Ohhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmrrrrrrrggggggggg!”
His body erupted in jolts and spasms and god damn so did mine. The primal programming was completely in control and I jammed myself as deep as physically possible inside him as he grunted and I began a painful third expulsion of my own reproductive load. My balls felt like someone was pulling them off me with a vise as I was helpless to do anything more than ride it out.
When I was dribbling into his double-flooded pussy after the violent spasms that had been wracking me subsided I collapsed onto his sweaty strong back. Bran reached back, found my left arm, and pulled it around him tight against his heaving sweaty chest. In a different tone of subdued voice he said, “Uncle Al if you were single … “
That snapped me out of my post-release euphoria! I jerked myself back and up; my softening dick ripped out of Bran’s re-seeded pussy with a THWOP! and a spray of my seed. “What the fuck Al?” he yelped and flopped sideways onto the couch.
“I’m not Bran. That’s what the fuck DUDE! THIS … “ I gestured in frustration to my cum-slimed dick and his naked bod and then at the cum-splatters on the sofa and window.
He sneered up at me. “Three loads in me and you’re suddenly regretting that you’re a normal healthy man?”
“Fuck you Bran!” I shot back and planted my hands on my hips and felt my anger course through me.
His grin widened and his look softened. “Uh don’t look now uncle but you just did; twice not counting my face.” I started to say something but he stopped me with his hand flat on my groin looking up at me with a sweet smile. “And I’ve been waiting half my life for all of that. And most of all? It was worth the wait.”
“Bran,” I said with a sigh of frustration.
“It’s just sex Uncle Al. Great fucking stellar amazing fuck-the-cum-out-of-me sex but it’s just that; what men do. And not for nothing uncle but something tells me you didn’t vow to be a choir boy when you and Kent got together. Uh … Daniel?”
“FUCK!” I shouted into the confines of the jet.
“You’re repeating yourself Uncle,” he smirked and moved his hand to grip my turgid dick. Fuck me it felt good. “Relax man.”
“It was the if I was single part that blew the cover off this. We can’t … “. Brandon was suddenly laughing. “What?” I demanded.
“You’d just fucked me good enough to scramble my brains; my words maybe weren’t the best choice but your jizz was so filling me I think my frontal cortex was floating in it.”
“So you’re not?”
“Not what? Wanting to steal you from your husband and whatever Daniel is,run away with you, and live in sin?” He batted his eyelashes up at me and I guffawed despite myself. “Al, if you were single and as hot a fucker as you are I’d light a candle and beg the heavens for a man just like you. Not you; a man like you all for me. You’re too important an uncle to me and Kent too to be THE guy Al. But you’re one fuck of a Mr. Right Now. And I fuckin’ know I am too..”
To say I was overwhelmed … and conflicted … wouldn’t cover the half of it. I stood there dumb.
“As it is I’m pretty fucking happy being single,” he continued. “And I intend to get the same from Kent when he gets here and Daniel too so nobody’s gonna feel left out. Of me!” he added and laughed at his own joke.
As if on cue one of Bran’s grandparents’ pilots came on the cabin speaker. “Just letting you know we’re about ninety minutes out; we’ve made good time with the low head-winds and we’ll be in more than a half-hour ahead of schedule.”
Bran smirked and gave my hanging dick a squeeze and let it go to wave free in my wide stance. “He thinks he’s the one who did good!”
“We need to clean-up this mess,” I said and wondered if I only meant our stinking bods, splattered clothes, and sex-soaked cabin. It really is just sex, I thought to myself. And with a flash of heat which must have shown in a full-body flush I realized, And when I tell Kent when I call he’ll turn on FaceTime, stroking his humongous dick, and demand every dirty detail.
“You just realized you fucked the lights out of a hot thirty-year-old not once but multiple times and are pretty fuckin’ proud of yourself?” he asked apparently clocking it.
“Something like that,” I murmured. And then more directly, “And don’t forget the first wad I blasted down your throat. That’s three; count ‘em!”
Bran grinned and sat up finally. “Think you’ve got another one before we land?”
Oh Jesus I might not live through the better part of a week with this boy until my husband got there.
