The Fuck Itself
“Do you feel like a dirty old daddy who just sodomized his nephew’s throat and flooded his gut with your babies?” Brandon asked with that shit-eating grin of his.
“Fuck you boy!” I said before I realized I’d never in my right mind say anything remotely like that.
“Oh you will. When that dad-cock’s ready I’m all over it! Gonna fill my bussy with your babies next; maybe I’ll bear your third son.” Then his face flashed with surprise at what he’d said; then morphed to horror. “Oh fuck me sideways! Uncle Al I’m so fuckin’ sorry. I didn’t think about Patrick and … “
“Bran, it’s okay,” I told him honestly. “There’s only intellectual regrets left; I haven’t felt anything else about it for a long time.”
My oldest son had been a troubled boy after his drug-addicted alcoholic slut of a mother left. Let’s be clear. She “left” AFTER I had done everything I could to get her to get help; to get her to admit that a woman who could go clean from the moment she knew she was pregnant until she gave birth but then the moment she’d stopped screaming in pain started screaming for a drink or worse before she reached for her new-born baby was seriously fucked-up. By the time my daughter our youngest was born and again she repeated the pattern I was done. I let her get caught buying the drugs; I let her go to jail. Twice. And that was the last time I ever saw her; she’d never in twenty-five years made any attempt to see her children. I didn’t even know if she was aware that her oldest son was killed in prison.
Unfortunately Patrick my oldest was five when his sister was born; he didn’t understand his mommy’s problems and he didn’t understand her departure. He grew-up dark and resentful and ultimately did most of high school in a juvenile detention facility. Bran’s grandparents strongly advocated with me as did my aunt and uncle who helped me so much; send Patrick to my employers’ “old country.” Italy where “boys like him got taught how hard was living like he thought he wanted to live.” Perhaps I made a mistake; or perhaps it simply would have been a different bitter end. Patrick died in a fight with some other inmate when he was twenty-seven.
“Uncle Al I’m really sorry.” Bran’s very sincere voice broke my spiraling trance.
I recovered quickly. As long as I didn’t spiral too far down the well of what might have been I could reset; I’d gotten good at that as time passed. “Really; life went on a long time ago.”
“I was in England then,” he said very quietly. “I flew home and didn’t know what to do.” I remembered; it meant the world to me at the time. “I’d never stopped to learn about how other people felt and how to suspend my fun-times long enough to show someone I love that I care; it wasn’t that I didn’t care it was just that I didn’t know how to show it.”
I was profoundly moved by his admission. “I knew you cared Bran. My god your family rallied around us like a protective detail. Your dad stayed with me and the kids,” I had to laugh when I referred to college graduates as kids!
“Yeah Nona and Pappa wanted to, but Pop insisted.
“He’s still my best friend Bran,” I said staring at my best friend’s naked hunk of a son gravely. The son who’d just Hoovered my dick into a near sonic boom of a climax as we cruised in a jet just short creating one at Mach 1.
Bran knew what I meant and was having none of it. “Pop knows the world Uncle Al. Sure he wasn’t in the army like you and didn’t survive what you went through with Aunt … “
“Mary Catherine,” I said easier than I have said my son’s name; she was far longer ago and much less real in my memory. “And you weren’t old enough to remember her.”
“I remember her voice. Her accent was so delicate and feminine; all the women in our family are Italian except for Aunt Nikki and she’s Australian and bolder and brasher than any of them.”
I laughed. That she is; a handful too though in a way we all loved. All of them are and my kids grew-up like them; fortunately in the right way for the two younger.
Bran’s father still popped wood when his wife of thirty years entered the room. Bran’s uncle and aunt may not have been so sexual but his uncle’s eyes danced when his wife was in view. Hell even Bran’s grandparents shared knowing glances and blushed at their age!
“A good fuck will lift your spirits uncle Al,” Brandon said standing and stepping toward me. His fat uncut dick-head swayed with the gentle turbulence and inertia of his sudden rise. “If Pop ever knew it was you fucking his son he’d say, ‘Eh it’s good it’s my best friend taking care of my son’s needs!’”
“Are you TRYING to make me have E.D.?” I asked him.
Bran laughed his deep rich laugh and his solid prominent pecs, cut abs, thick dick and heavy balls all bounced in time to the echo of it. And goddamn if my dick didn’t give a shit that I’d been part of raising this boy!
Bran reached down to my crotch; he knew his way around my pants and my equipment. He deftly took hold of my re-stiffening dick and hit the button to release my seat belt with the other. “Time to unbuckle-up Uncle Al for the best part of the ride,” he said pulling me to my feet by my dick and unzipping my slacks again. When we were face-to-face and I smelled a hint of my own cum on his breath he said, “And I know the prime slabs of man-beef you’ve got at home; I guarantee this,” he abruptly pulled my hand to his rock-solid bubble butt, “will meet your standard!”
Fuck me but I was going to fuck this bad boy until he screamed loud enough to penetrate the sound-proof cock-pit door! His ass twitched in my grip and his wiry body hair tantalized my fingers. Then suddenly my fingertip had somehow found his hairier pucker and he gasped and exhaled, “Oh fuck daddy. Take it! Own it!”
I spun him around roughly to the sofa opposite the club chairs where we’d been and shoved him roughly back. Whether it was a move or just happened that his legs went up and wide I had no idea; and didn’t care. That thick black ring of bristled hair around his bright pink puckered hole was locked into my lizard brain as the target and nothing was going to thwart my mission.
Bran was holding his legs back and wide and grinning up at me lasciviously. Then he let go of his left ankle for long enough to toss me the tube of lube he’d had by his hair as he warned me, “Think fast!” and grabbed his ankle again.
I caught the tube by reflex; I’d already unbuttoned my unzipped pants and went back to getting them and my underwear down and kicked-off first my shoes and then the clothes. Then I pulled the hem of my polo up and back over my head and didn’t bother to take it off.
“Oh Jesus!” Bran gasped huskily and for a minute I thought it was my long wide “racing stripe” scar from my three open-heart surgeries. “You’re so fuckin’ buff Uncle Al. And the first guy who fucked me pulled up his shirt and hooked it just like that. FUCK I wish you’d been my first!” My boiling blood went to sub-critical.
Brandon’s thickly-furred trench was spread wide and that pink pucker surrounded by a the dense black ring of fur was going to take the wrath of my dick. The boy was no boy; that body was all man and he definitely wanted that hole to be used. Jesus! What was I thinking? “Bran … “ I started but he cut me off.
“Uncle Al your big fat daddy-dong is dripping all over my Nina’s and Poppa’s fifty million dollar carpet! And there’s somewhere you could shove it and stop the mess.”
“God you’ve grown-up to be a nasty slut!” I said with more gratitude than criticism.
“You’re about to find out just how fuckin’ nasty I am!”
I’m just human. I dove into that hairy heaven tongue-first and savored both the musky clean mixture of both taste and smell. Hell I could have cum just from his ass muscles clenching around my tongue and the feel of his hairy glutes as I roughly spread him even wider open. Or maybe the most stimulating was that coarse fur of his on my nose in his crack and on my lips. Or maybe it was the lube inside when I shoved my tongue in; he had prepared.
“Fuck Uncle Al! You know how to treat a bussy right. Why don’t you beat it up now; come on I can take every bit of you.”
My dick made me break my feasting on his hole; that’s the only thing that could. I got back on my feet from where I’d been on my knees and got one foot onto the sofa, jammed my drooling dick-head down against that wet ring of fur with the soft center, and leaned-in. My pre-jizz was easy to smear around to make him not just wet but gooey on the approach too. As if the universe were directing a porn an unexpected jolt of turbulence caused me to breach Brandon’s hole hard and deep.
Bran shrieked like a banshee and threw his head back so hard it sounded like a thud into the leather. “Jesus FUCK!” I held myself still after the jolt to let him get through it but before I could apologize he snarled, “Come on FUCK ME! Wreck my cunt; you know you want it!” and reached out and grabbed me by my swinging sac and pulled and squeezed. My turn to yelp; but also to ignite.
I did want it. And notwithstanding the accidental first plunge my second drive was deliberate and brutally deep, hard, and fast. “Ahhhhhh fuck yeaaahhhhhhhh daddy!” he shouted as I cracked our pubic bones together. “SO FUCKIN’ BIG!” he grunted.
I slammed that muscle-boy’s pussy deep and rough until he couldn’t form words any longer; I wailed on that chute and he just moaned and made mewling sounds and never let go of his awkward death grip on my big hairy balls. His muscles were tight as can be around my pile-driving prick like a firm fist that had molded to my shape and trajectory. And his body fur was thick enough and raspy enough to keep me moaning for more of him at every contact point.
My adopted “nephew” had become nothing more than a pleasure portal; and a manly sexy-as-fuck one at that! He knew how to use his holes and obviously loved doing it. He taunted and begged while that so-skilled mouth wasn’t directly serving that purpose. And when he pulled himself up by his free hand on my ass and his fat middle finger found my hole and pegged me and didn’t leave I knew my explosion was forthcoming.
“You fuckin’ dick slut!” I spat. Literally my words came out with a spray of drool mixed with the sweat from my forehead raining down on his hairy sculpted torso. And then I spat in his face. I never fucking do that! WTF?!
“Yeah daddy! Come on and seed your slut!” he snarled up at me and milked my dick tighter with his squishing hole muscles as his incredibly long tongue sought out my mucous on his own face.
Another firm squeeze when he croaked, “Give it up while I … “ and grunted as his abs and neck muscles seized and a forceful long blast of impossibly thick brilliantly white cum shot and splatted off his chin and then sprayed everywhere. Talk about my pre; this kid’s cum went wide and far.
And just like that we were both lost in releases. My own was jolting my body harder from my core to my erupting tip deep in the inferno of his pussy. My essence force-filled him and I felt my own liquid heat rising up around my shaft in his tight tunnel and then flooding out around his swollen ring and frothing in his hairy crown and my grinding pubes.
He brought me back to the present from where my body had been solely focused on being in him as he withdrew his long middle finger from my own hole and brought it to his mouth. Lewdly grinning he slowly buried it in his mouth, held and sucked until his cheeks were caved-in then slowly pulled it out until his lips smacked and his tongue darted one last time on his fingertip as it left. I felt my dick twitching one last time long after it had expelled all of me inside him when he said with his eyes burning into mine, “About a thousand times I’ve beat-off to that scene and NEVER no matter how scorching fucking hot as fuck was it in my mind not nearly as hot as the fuck you just threw me! Like fuckin’ more than half of my life I’ve been imagining … “ He gestured to me and then himself with that free-again hand as he’d never let loose his grip on my balls. “Hotter and fucking hotter as I learned what it was really like with guys and not just my hand. Getting my breath fucked out of me and then my cum. Then doing the fucking and imagining it was your dad-jock butt. And fireworks like Sandy Hook on the fourth of July and still … wow was this more stellar than anything I imagined.”
Okay so he’s a talker when the endorphins flood him. Jef was like that; probably still is now with the love of his life Ehsan. Kent is a cuddler and clutcher; he pulled me closer and held me like he’d never let go that first night when we both realized how much time we’d wasted while I was hung-up on our age difference. And he hadn’t let go since had he? Nor had I.
That thought was like a wet cloth on my simmering balls. I had a bit of explaining to do to my husband. Not by requirement; we trusted each other and knew that nothing physical could ever damage what we had. But a gentleman’s agreement isn’t always spoken; and ours was that fucking someone else almost always involved telling each other first not after. Almost always.
“ … and dude you’ve got some serious game to go with that big fuckin’ dick of yours. I’m the fuckin’ Italian here; who knew the Irish were hung like my mom’s stud stallions?”
I reached down as I pulled out of his still-tight hole and covered his mouth. His eyes opened wide as his words first muffled then stopped. “Do you kiss your mother and your grandmother with that filthy mouth of yours?” I asked as I freed my slimy spent dick and flopped back on the sofa by his feet without a care for the mess my sweaty ass and cummy balls and dick made flopped on it.
Bran’s magnificent body gracefully repositioned in an orchestral series of flexes as he got himself seated in the opposite corner of the sofa. That hole must be dripping three times what I’m fouling the leather with on my end.
“My mom can give it as good as she can take it! You should hear how she goes at my dad … often,” he said and that last had a strong overtone of sadness in it. But it passed immediately. “And my Nona? Fuck! Who do you think I learned most of my smack-talk from? She handles those macho mechanics and big stud delivery drivers … “
I’ll admit I tuned it out again and in my mind I compartmentalized the boy I’d been around while his parents raised him from the grown stud who’d just rocked my ball-sack as we rocketed through the sky.
“And dude … when Kent gets there and the both of you spit-roast me … “
That got through. And yeah I actually couldn’t wait to share my stud “nephew” with my stud-husband.
