lessons

LESSONS FROM MY FISTING DAD

I am in my Dad's room. My parents are divorced. I am living with my Dad. I
am 17 yrs old, young and horny and very curious. My Dad is at work (or so i
think). Being the horny kid that I am - I am snooping around my father's
bedroom hoping to find some porno. After going through his drawers, under
the bed and not having any luck, I go to his closet. Above the rack of
hanging clothes is a single shelf with folded sweaters and a couple of shoe
boxes stacked on top of each other. I pull the boxes down, place them on the
floor, open it up. Finally. I find what I have been searching for. My teen
dick is hard, stretching my underwear and causing a noticeable bulge on my
jeans. I flip through the other shoe boxes. Score. Even more VHS tapes, all
home-made, copies with strange titles like DILDO BOOT BIGS, MO BIGGA BUTT,
HANDBALL MARATHON, POWERFIST, PIGS AT THE HOIST, countless others. A lot of
fisting in the titles which captures my teen, horny curiosity. My dick is
straining. In the third box, I find surprisingly (I'm shocked actually) some
dildos of various sizes and a small, fat dildo (which I'll learn later is a
butt plug; I am 17 after all). Also in this box is a jar of Crisco and a
small tube of something called body slide, some lube or something.
I spread the contents of the boxes on the floor. Man, my dick is getting so
fucking excited! I strip out of my clothes, just throwing them on the floor.
My Dad's room is somewhat large. There is a large, king size bed against one
wall, with a dark, wood headboard and a nightstand at each side. Across from
that is a large dresser with a huge mirror facing the bed. Beside that is a
large screen TV and VCR. On the left side of the bed is a big leather club
chair with a matching ottoman. And beside that is a big tall dressing mirror
- one of those that swings. My Dad likes to sleep in late so the windows are
all covered with dark curtains to block off the morning sun. It's very
private.
My dick is throbbing. I grab one of the video tapes, DOCTOR'S ORDERS and pop
it in the VCR and press play. I grab the remote and look at one of the boxes
and grab the small tube of lube. I jump into my Dad's bed, sitting up with
my knees bent forward, my legs spread wide. On the screen, this hot "doctor"
is examining his patient spread-eagled on an observation table like you'd
see in a gynecologist office. The "patient" is wearing a surgical mask and
just moaning the entire time. His ass is spread open and the doctor is
feeding his hungry hole with dildos of various sizes, graduating from one
size to a larger monster. Shit, I've never seen anything like this! I am so
excited! I spread some of the lube on my left hand (I'm a leftie). Man, this
shit feels good! Very slippery and velvety, not wet or sticky. I rub it all
over my cock. I'm about 7" cut, with big, low hanging balls. I am so fucking
hard watching the video. All the ass-feeding on the screen is getting my ass
hungry. Across from me I can see my reflection on the mirror over the
dresser. I focus on my ass and make it contract open and close, winking at
my reflection. Man, my ass is hungry!
I look over at the floor beside the bed and see the box of dildos and get an
idea. I jump out of bed and empty the contents of this box on the bed. I
jump back into bed, legs spread wider and spread some lube on one of the
toys, not too big, not too small either - just a nice size. It's long and
not too thick. I squeeze more lube on my right hand and wipe it on my ass,
first on the outside (man, it feels so good!), just teasing my hole. I keep
looking at the mirror, then the screen and my eyes roll up in my head. I do
this for awhile then start fingering myself while jacking my dick slowly (I
don't want to come yet!). My long index finger goes in my hole with no
complaints. I feel my ass inside, all nice and warm, clean and moist with
the lube. I slide in another finger and another. I'm moaning just like the
patient on the screen. Pretty soon I have four of my teen fingers in my hole
and I am like wriggling around my ass insides, just exploring and loving the
soft fleshy feel of my hungry boy cunt.
I grab the toy, spread more lube on it and slowly insert into my hole. At
first it's just the tip, the head of the 'cock'. It's a little thicker than
my teen fingers but my hole - now very open from all the excitement -
doesn't even flinch when the head of the dildo slides in. WOW. Shit, I
didn't know I could even take that! I am proud of my fucking self. I look at
my reflection and can't believe what I am seeing! On the TV, the doctor has
now replaced the toys. He is lubing up his black-gloved hand with Crisco (oh
- so that's what THAT's for, I think to myself eyeing the jar on the floor).
Then he starts filling the patient's hole, one fingers gradually assembling
into four. At this point I am inserting the dildo slowly deeper into my very
loose hole. I am breathing slowly, deep breaths in, deep breaths out and
realizing the toy is digging deeper into my ass with every breath. Then
shit! On the TV screen the doctor gets his whole hand in the patient's ass!
MAN! SHIT! I've never seen anything like it. He just keeps feeding the guy
with his hand, the black glove disappearing and reappearing with every
stroke. I am fucking loving it and start fucking myself with the dildo,
sliding it and out, following the movements on the screen, mimicking the hot
doctor's treatment.
WHAT THE FUCK!!! My Dad is yelling at me, his thick arms spread across his
thick body. In my horny moment of fucking my ass and watching the fisting
video, I had not heard him come home early from work. Dad is a truck driver
so he is muscular and stocky, very masculine. He is about 6'2", 220 lbs of
man, with a constant 5 o'clock shadow and goatee. His arms are thick from a
lot of loading and unloading, dark hair covers his forearms. His paws are
massive; the fingers look almost as thick as one of his slim dildos.
"What the hell are you UP to?!?", my Dad says to me, his voice lowering now,
almost a hint of mischief in his voice. He moves slowly into the room, steps
on one of the video tapes on the floor (shit, he exclaims). He looks over at
the TV (the doctor has his hand in a fast punching motion now...), looks
over at me, my legs spread wide, a dildo jacked up halfway in my hole. At
this point, I'm so fucking embarrassed to be busted. I stopped jacking my
dick (although it's so fucking hard and shooting straight up at the bedroom
ceiling) and fucking my ass with the dildo. Both of my hands are spread on
the surface of the bed, scared of what Dad's gonna do.
"So you've found my secret stash now, have you, Boy?" he asks, grinning. He
turns his head towards the mirror and sees my spread-ass situation, then
turns and looks at me. I'm too freaked by the whole thing. I can't look him
in the eye. I'm still so fucking horny especially with what's going on the
TV screen! I lick my lips. Scared. Horny.
Dad sits on the big, fat leather club chair facing the bed. He peels off his
shirt and throws it on the floor; it lands on top of my underwear. He kicks
the ottoman out of the way then pulls it closer to him as he drops one of
his feet on top of it, unstringing his big work boots. He is looking at me
the entire time, not saying a word.
Oh shit. I am so fucking freaked. Meanwhile doctor is getting more of his
hand up the patient's ass that you can't even see the black glove anymore!
It's just forearm into fist, in and out. Patient's hole is so big and full!
My dick is throbbing.
"You know," my Dad finally says, "it's not cool to go through your Dad's
personal items without his permission." He stands up. I can see an outline
of a massive and growing bulge in my Dad's worn out work jeans. "I'm sorry
Dad," I start to moan, more out of horniness than anything. I can still feel
the dildo tickling my ass. "I was just looking to borrow one of your shirts
and..."
"Boy. Shut up." He says this slowly but firmly. Now Dad is unbuckling his
big leather belt and unbuttoning his jeans. Dad isn't mad. Actually he's
kind of smiling, with a little sinister grin on his face. "What you've done
Boy is not cool. I am not mad at you but you do need to be punished, you
hear?"
Dad opens his jeans and strips them off. He is wearing a jockstrap and the
bulge building on the front of it is impressive. My dick gets even harder. I
used to peak at my Dad in the shower when he wasn't looking - sneaking a
glance through the half-open door, hoping to catch him as he came out to dry
himself. So I knew my dad was hung but I had never seen him hard. Now it was
in front of me.
Dad kicks the jeans aside and starts stroking his bulge through the heavy
cotton. He walks over to the bed and sits beside me. I gulp. I'm not sure
what to do. Fuck! I'm so nervous, yet so turned on. My dick is doing a dance
on my abdomen, kicking itself around without even being touched, a bit of
precum oozing out.
"So you've been a bad Boy, huh?" Dad leans over to me now his bare leg
brushing against mine. He turns over slowly and brings his face close to
mine. I can feel his facial hair brushing against my cheek. His right hand
reaches over us and slowly strokes my balls, very gently, cupping them,
pulling them away from my body slowly, releasing them. Uhhh, I moan. "I'm
gonna have to teach you a lesson, you know that, Boy?" he whispers in my
ear. Then his hand moves up and holds the base of my dick, and he tightens
his hold really hard but keeping his hand still. "You'll have to learn to
respect your Dad's private things." I moan, he releases his hold on my dick
but his hand is still there circling it, pulling it slowly up and down.
"Some things are supposed to remain private, you understand that?" I nod my
head. I can't even speak now. "...And this, Boy", he looks into my eyes, "is
going to be private just between you and me." I exhale.
Dad releases his grip on my dick. He sits up for a minute and pulls a small
brown bottle out of the nightstand drawer beside the bed. He looks at me,
still smirking. "Man, my Boy is really maturing into a fine young man." He
opens the bottle and places the tip under his nose and inhales. He takes a
deep, slow breath, then puts the bottle under my nose and instructs me to do
the same. O H   S H I T ! Man. What the fuck was that!? My eyes close, my
mouth opens, my head spins. And then I feel this delicious movement in my
ass. I open my eyes to find my Dad has slid down at the foot of the bed, his
feet are near my head, and I can see his crotch within just a foot from my
face. My Dad is slowly fucking me with the dildo, smiling and laughing at
what he's seeing before him. "Oh man," he exclaims, "you have been one BAD
BOY!" He grabs the lube and squeezes more of the clear, thick liquid on the
dildo and then some on my dick and on his hands. With his left hand, he
pulls his jock aside, exposing his massive, thick Dad cock. It's bigger and
better than I had dreamed: it's thick, really thick like shaving-cream-can
thick. It's about 2 inches bigger than mine and it looks awesome. I grab it
with my right hand and help him stroke it, feeling the slippery slide of the
lube against it's hardness. It feels warm and firm.
"OHHHH...." my Dad moans. "Man you are making me hot, BOY." He wriggles his
ass a little on the bed, his dick sliding around in my hand. He pulls back a
bit, almost sitting up, my hand still on his firm Dad tool. "I told you I'm
going to have to teach you a lesson." He pulls the brown bottle again from
the side of the bed. He takes a whiff then passes it to me. "Inhale from
both nostrils," he instructs. "Take DEEP breaths." I do as I'm told.
Then he pulls the dildo out.
"Ok boy, this lesson isn't about punishment. It's a lesson as in training.
You get me Boy?" His left eyebrow rises up with the last question. My head
is flying at this point. "Yes Dad!" All I can do is agree. He squeezes more
lube on his right hand then starts to spread more lube on my ass. He jumps
up suddenly and grabs the Crisco can and opens it up, grabbing a blob of the
grease. Sitting back in bed, his legs spread also, he smoothes the grease
around my ass. "Stroke your Dad's dick Boy!" he instructs me. I do as I'm
told, obedient and grateful. I feel the coldness of the grease mixed up with
the slippery lube coat my ass. He rubs with one finger around my asslips on
the outside. I moan. "You like that huh?" he asks. He does this slowly for
awhile, just teasing my hole, teasing it on the outside. I can feel my hole
wanting more, it's feeling really hungry. "I see you want something, huh?"
Then he slowly inserts one finger all the way in.
MAN. That feels so good. I can't even explain. My head kicks back, my mouth
open, exhaling. I grab the bottle. "Yeah, that's right Boy," he says, finger
going in and out. "Lesson Number One: Feed yourself some of those poppers."
I do as I am told. My head is spinning, but I am loving it. I feel a little
tightness then realize by looking at the mirror that my Dad has now two
fingers in my ass. "Wow," he says, " you are one BAD boy."
Dad continues this play. First he slides the two fingers in and out. Then
when he has them both deep inside me, he starts doing a slow circle pattern,
almost like he's drawing inside my hole. I realize now he is stretching my
insides. The way he does it, the slowness and gentleness of it, makes me
feel really comfortable. Then he pulls out the fingers and starts playing
with my hole with both hands. He puts two fingers in with his left hand,
then out, then in with two fingers from his right hand. Then out. Then back
again, alternating like this for a few minutes. I can't believe it. I'm in
fucking heaven!
I take another hit of poppers. I then grab my legs and lift them in the air,
spreading them with both hands. "Oh  Y E A H .... " Dad is now doing the
moaning. "That is one good Boy!" He spreads more lube on my hole and grease
on his hands. He feeds the end of the lube to the tip of my hole and
squeezes some of the fluid into my ass.
"Dad, feed my boycunt," I am getting all nasty now. "That feels so good, I
want more..."
Dad now has three fingers working my hole. I look to my side and see his
throbbing dick, precum flowing out, just like mine. He keeps fucking my hole
with the three fingers, then spreading them inside me. Then he inserts
another finger and I think at this point I can't take it anymore. "Do
another hit of poppers," he tells me. Whoa. That does the trick and his four
fingers now feel like they're made for my hole.
He does this for awhile. Just feeds my boy cunt with one hand then the
other. At one point he puts both hands with four fingers, and spreads my ass
wide (I am in awe at the reflection). And we continue this for what is
hours, just moving from a few fingers to four. One hand to two and back
again. He is taking his time, stretching my hole, getting me open, wider and
wider.
"OK son, let's take a break." I am shocked. What? "You can't rush this son,
we gotta take our time. I can tell. Your ass needs a five minute rest. Get
up and change the tape. Put this on..." he kicks one of the tapes on the
floor. I get out of bed, a bit dazed and grab the tape, FISTING DUNGEON. I'm
on my knees on the floor, feeding the VCR, my ass pointing to the bed. My
dad moves from the bed and sits on the ottoman and I hear him squeeze more
lube on his hand. And then he starts to finger me as I try to fast forward
to the beginning of the tape. "Ohhh...." I moan, "Dad...that feels  S O
good." He's not even putting his fingers in my hole; just caressing it,
running it with the cup of his hand, brushing against my outer hole, rubbing
it, gliding his hand over it. I just crouch there on my fours loving the
sensation. We do this for awhile. I see scenes zip on the screen with lots
of men in leather and slings.
"OK Boy, enough rest." He motions me to get up and sit on the leather club
chair. He grabs my legs and slides me forward so my ass is hanging off the
seat. He positions my legs apart and over the thick armrests. He pulls one
of the shoeboxes on the floor and pulls out a plastic jar and opens it. I
get a whiff of a strong scent. From the nightstand, he grabs some cotton
balls from the drawer and inserts it into the plastic jar (like a vitamin
jar) then finds the bottle of poppers and pours several drops into the jar.
He closes the lid of the bottle, puts that on the floor, then closes the
plastic jar, and gives it a hard shake. "Lesson Number Two: this will make
you open up more and easier." He shakes the jar, unscrews the cap then takes
a deep breath. "Now your turn." He hands me the jar and I do the same then
close the lid. It hits me immediately.
Oh man, that feels good! I slide down more on the chair until my ass hits my
Dad's hand. Dad is crouching on the ottoman, one hand all greased up, the
other greasing up his dick. "Lessson Number Three: Love Your Father." He
moves his body closer to mine and I feel the tip of his thick, Dad cock
brush against my asslips. With one hand fingering my hole, he starts to
slide in his cock. "Oh yeah Boy, that's it, respect your Dad!" His cock is
thick, hard, hot. I slide down more on the chair, my ass opening up and
meeting to his cock as he just sits there, his torso thrust towards me.
Slowly then he starts pushing his thick cock in me. Head first, then the
shaft, then out just so the head is almost out. On the TV screen some hot
Dad on a sling is getting fucked by another hotter Dad. Ohhhh......I grab
the plastic poppers jar and take a hit, then feed my Dad with it. "Yeah, my
Boy is learning!" he exclaims, then rams his dick all the way in. Then he
fucks me. Slow at first, then fast, then slow. Then he pulls all the way out
and I open my mouth, lick my lips in silence then he shoves his Dad dick all
the way in FAST and I don't even blink. We go at this for another five, ten
minutes as I watch the video of the hot Dads going at it, meanwhile loving
my Hot Dad giving it to me.
Then Dad grabs more grease and starts to insert one finger in my hole while
his cock is still resting, throbbing inside my slippery boy cunt. "Ok Boy. I
think you're ready." He pulls his cock out of me then inserts four fingers
(with no resistance) in my hungry hole. "Oh yeah, feed it to me please, Dad"
I moan. I look beside us at the tall, slender dressing mirror. He slaps more
grease on my hole and on his hand. "Ok Boy. Lesson Number Four: Breathe. I'm
going to be feeding you more. You see that on the screen?" he motions with
his head. Another hot Dad is now getting his manhole filled by another
fucking hot Dad. "That's me and you. All you gotta do is relax and trust
your Dad. Dad isn't going to hurt you. Dad loves you. Dad loves your ass.
Dad wants to make love to your ass in a special way. You got that Boy?" I
nodded, exhaling. "So take deep breaths. Do some poppers, take a big slow
hit, and hold it, then exhale. When my fingers and hand get in you, it may
feel tight at first - but I'll go slow. So take a deep breath and exhale  s
l o w l y."
Dad then started to add his thumb. I could feel tightness at first but then
remembered his instructions. I take a hit of the poppers and exhale slowly.
I get used to the pressure at the base of my ass, then slowly I start
relaxing. Slowly also, Dad starts to apply a tiny bit of pressure to my ass,
pushing in, but always pulling out also to balance the feeling. I kept
looking at the screen, then at my Dad and then the mirror, and visualizing
where we were going. I wanted this BAD! It was hot to look at the reflection
and see his hand disappearing into my hole inch by inch. It was like our own
private porn video! We did this for awhile, him coaching me, breathing with
me while he slowly slid more of his hand inside.
"Ok Boy, now do another hit of poppers. Real slow now..." I did as I was
told and after a minute or so I could feel my ass letting go, my legs spread
wide, my ass opening up, opening up...
"Y e a h , that's it, " my Dad coached me. "Just feel your hot Dad's paw
getting inside you. Making love to his Boy's hole. Making him his special
Son...y e a h .... "
And then it just slid in.   O H H H H .......
MAN that felt so fucking good! My eyes were closed, my head rolling back
again. It was an incredible feeling, a fullness that was relaxing and
comforting. It was heavy and large but also soft and gentle. My Dad's thick
paw just sat inside, not moving in, not moving out. It was in peace. I
looked at the mirror and just saw his arm stuck to my ass. I couldn't even
make out the wrist! "Ok Boy. I'm gonna just let it be in there. I want my
Boy's cunt to get used to that. Just relax and breath and make it rest
inside." We stayed like this for what seemed like hours. I breathed slowly,
feeling his hand in me, just very slowly making tiny movements, a little to
the left, a bit more to the right. He was stretching me inside in a very
gentle, loving caress. "Take another hit..." Then my Dad leaned over, hand
still inside me and kissed me, his tongue as gentle as his fist inside my
ass. His tongue was thick and long and playing with the underside of my
tongue. My ass opened up even more! I couldn't believe the sensation of my
Dad's hand in my ass and his tongue in my mouth! The kissing/fisting double
feeling was fucking incredible! I was sinking in his hand and in his face.
We kissed passionately, lips and tongues and saliva, all wet and slippery
and messy, like my ass. My hole was more open now and my Dad was moving his
hand slowly like his tongue in my mouth, in and around, getting my asshole
to open up its walls. Then he started to slowly pull it out, just a little.
I moaned. I exhaled and then he fucked me in with his hand, pushing it
gently another inch inside my ass. He did this more, kissing me, teasing me
with his tongue to get my ass open. It was working. I spread my legs wider
and grabbed his back pulling his body to mine to get his tongue deeper into
my face. Meanwhile his hand was moving a bit faster now, pulling in and out,
getting my hole wider.
Then he leaned back away from me and examined his creation.
"Shit, Boy!" He looked at me and had a huge, proud smile. "You are one
fucking hot Son you know that?!" He fucked his hand in and out. I did
another hit of poppers and so did he. Then he told me to relax, take a deep
breath. "I'm gonna try something OK, Boy? Just trust your Dad alright?" I
nodded my head. I felt him pull out very slowly, just so the knuckles were
still inside me. I could feel my hole expanding. "Shit!" he exclaimed. Then
before his hand was completely all the way out, he shoved it back in fast.
"Shit!!! That is hot! You like that huh, Boy?!" I looked in the mirror and
saw how thick my hole got when he almost pulled out - you could make out his
hand stretching my ass!
"Yes DAD !!!! " I moaned. "Do that some more, that felt so fucking hot!"
So Dad did. He pulled his hand almost out, then shoved it back in. He did it
slow. Then fast. Then R E A L L Y slow and then fast in again. It was
driving me crazy! On the TV screen some lucky Dad had two hands in his ass!
Man!!!
"Oh yeah, Boy, your ass is mine. You are so fucking open and hungry inside."
He slathered more grease on his hand and poured more lube. He started to
fuck me this way. I did more poppers. My hole got more open, more hungry,
more wet. His hand was getting in deeper. "Oh man!" he yelled, all excited.
I was in heaven. His hand was now going in past the wrist, I couldn't tell
where exactly but from the look in my proud Dad's eyes, it was impressive. I
could feel his hand slide in inch by inch, further into my hungry hole. With
each stroke, he pushed his hand a little bit more. As his hand pulled almost
out, my ass felt an aching emptiness, just waiting to be filled again with
his next stroke. My hole was opening up more and becoming a trained hungry
pussy.
We kept at this for a good 15, 20 minutes. I can't remember. I didn't want
him to stop. I would look in the mirror and see his arm disappear inside,
the mark of a grease ring marking his forearm. On the video, some dad was on
his fours with a similar deep penetration action. I was loving this! It was
like being in the video! I did more poppers and then Dad changed his
movement. Sensing how open I was now, he pulled out completely then just
pushed his whole hand right back in all the way to the forearm! SHIT!!!! I
couldn't believe the sensation when he pulled out! My hole stretched at it's
outer ring and the pressure was incredible and delicious. Before I could
catch my breath, Dad would shove his arm in, his hand balled into a fist
now. The thickness of the initial insertion was at first large and full. But
my hole was so slippery, so hungry, so open that it just slid in without any
restraint. Dad would push in his arm deeper with every thrust, then pull
out, push in, pull out. I looked at the reflection. MAN!!!! That was so
fucking hot! I could see my asslips stretch out as he pulled out his arm.
The grease ring on his forearm was getting smeared the deeper he assaulted
my hole. I kept looking at that mark of my achievement, would take deep hits
of the poppers, and inhale with every thrust he fucked me with his arm. We
went like this for about five minutes, the grease and lube coating my dad's
forearm.
And then very unexpectedly, without even touching myself, I CAME!!!!!
"HOLY FUCK!" my dad yelled. Man was he proud! My dick sprouted and oozed cum
all over my abdomen, my chest, my side. A bit even splashed on my chin. His
hand was still inside, about 4 inches past the wrist, and staying steady in
my ass. "You OK, Son?" I nodded, smiling. He kept his arm inside me, now
keeping it still, still filling me with content. He slowly moved the fingers
a bit, just a little here and there, massaging my insides. It was
INCREDIBLE. The sensation, especially after coming, was hard to imagine. I
felt a complete fullness, a complete sense of love from my Dad that I never
knew existed. He then slowly pulled his hand out and when it was completely
outside, he massaged my hole, making it feel used to being without his
loving hand.
"Oh Dad, man, I feel so empty now..." I said.
He smiled at me. "Well let's see what we can do about that..." He looked
over on the floor, at me, then winked. "I think we have a remedy for that,"
he said. And with that he started greasing up a thick, short butt plug. He
added some grease to my hole and then slowly started pushing it in. "Take a
hit of poppers," he instructed. I did. Plop, in it went.
Then Dad got up beside the chair and with his dick still pulled out of jock
strap, pointed his thick tool at my face. "Ok Boy. Feed off your Dad's thick
dick while I make your hole feel nice and soft again..." With that I started
sucking his dick, getting it deep in my mouth while he slowly fucked me with
the butt plug. Man that was hot! My hole was being stretched like when Dad
had his hand pulling almost all the way out! Except now the butt plug was
heavier, thicker in feel. He would tease my hole, almost pulling it all the
way out, then shoving it back in again! I just went deeper for his dick! We
did this for about ten minutes, in, out, in, out. Sometimes he would just
keep it in and then do these slow, circling motions, getting my insides
stretched out. And just as I would get very comfortable with these
movements, he would suddenly pull it out and start fucking me again with the
thick butt plug. My hole was loving it! We did this for several minutes
while I hungrily sucked his cock. Then suddenly I could feel Dad's dick
getting really thick and then he exploded in my mouth. I sucked my Dad's
juice while his piston butt plug fucking slowed down. Then he pulled out of
my mouth and out of my ass.
He sat down back on the ottoman, spent. My legs were still wide open,
dripping with grease and Crisco. My body was covered in my jizz and my lips
were leaking with saliva mixed with Dad's cum.
"Dad?", I asked, a little embarrassed...
"Yeah, son. What's up?"
"My ass is still hungry..." I spread my legs a little bit.
"BOY you are one fucking bad son...."

(More LESSONS to come...)

MORE LESSONS FROM MY FISTING DAD


The bond between Dad and I has been strengthened over the last several
months.

Dad and I are bonded in the most intimate, personal connection. My ass. His
fist. I can't begin to explain the level, the depth, the layers of meaning
this connection has forged between us. We are one - his fist in my boy
cunt, his forearm fucking my stretching Boy pussy. The physical connection
of him inside me has created this invisible strand between us. I am only
grateful that he caught me during that one fateful day that has brought us
to this state.

That very first experience was memorable. It was also very fortunate that I
just happened to be very clean - inside me that is.  Little did I realize
what real assplay is about. It is not merely the physical actions of fist
meeting anus. It is not only about the connection and communication between
Dad and his Boy. It is not just about Trust (with a capital T - at that).
But very important - it is critical - that Boy understand how to
prepare. Preparation equals cleanliness. Cleanliness is not inherent. Boy
requires lessons. Thank God that Dad is a patient and very willing Teacher.

After that initial experience with Dad that began our relationship, my ass
was so hungry and needing of Dad's fist, arm, connection, touch. The next
day, my hole was so hungry, so wild for Dad's attention that I couldn't
wait for him to get home from a long day out on the road.

I undressed. Knowing that Dad would get home within the hour, I decided to
get my hungry, Boy pussy ready. I put on a video from Dad's collection (now
out on full display; no need to hide in shoeboxes in the closet at this
stage!). I popped in REAR END ALIGNMENT in the video player and hit PLAY.
The tape was somewhere near the end, some hot dude with a huge, hard dick
getting fisted on the back of a pickup truck! Man was it hot! His hole was
just so fucking hungry! And the top - what a fucking hot DAD!!!! I was
instantly hard. I selected one of Dad's various toys (quite a collection, I
may add). It was about 9 inches long, about 3-4 inches in girth. I selected
this dildo as it most resembled my Dad's hot cock. With a towel under me, I
dug into the can of Crisco, smeared it on my ass, smeared it inside my
hole, smeared it on the toy.  SHIT! On screen the hot, hard-dicked bottom
was sitting - FUCKING SITTING - up and down on his Dad's arm supported on
the bed of the pickup truck. His hole was just going up and down on the
clenched fist. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I took that now
familiar vitamin bottle (stuffed with cotton balls with a generous pouring
of poppers), shook it a few times, unscrewed it and took a deep, deep
whiff.  It hit me immediately. My hole took over my head: FEED ME it
commanded. I inserted the toy into my inviting hole. In it went. No
restraint. No complaint. No pain. I took a deep breath, my head rolling
back on the pillow. I inserted the rubber dick further into my ass, my
second sphincter completely willing and open. In it went all the way to the
base (I was impressing myself). Then I pulled out. Halfway. Then in -
completely. On screen the arm was in, was out. I mimicked this with the
toy. Then suddenly, oops, what the fuck? FUNKY!!!! SHIT!!!! Like, oh
shit. REAL shit.


Oops.

What the fuck? I said to myself. Damn. What a fucking buzzkill. The towel
is stained. My dick is now limp. Poppers whiff wasted.

WHAT'S MY FUCKING BOY UP TO HERE?!?  Dad exclaims, his one thick arm
leaning against the bedroom doorway, the other hand, feeling his visible
bulge on his faded, tight denim.

"Oh shit, Dad," I replied, somewhat embarrassed again," I just thought I'd
get ready for you before you got home." I pulled the toy out; it was
covered in bits of my shit. " I guess I wasn't really READY like last time
we played."  Dad just stood there, smirking, rubbing his crotch. "I'm SORRY
Dad!" I felt at a loss, defeated, disappointed with myself. "I really want
to please you tonight but guess we can't really play..."

"Boy, let me teach you another lesson..." Dad moved over to the bed, sat
down, and with one arm grabbed me and pulled me forward, planted a deep,
wet kiss into my mouth - and with the other hand, dipped it into the can of
Crisco and started fingering my dirty hole. First it was two fingers (I had
graduated beyond the one-finger-initiation), then quickly three. After much
tongue action, he pulled away.  I immediately missed the roughness of his
trimmed beard rubbing against my face.  "Give me a hit," he commanded and I
instinctively knew what he meant. I grabbed the vitamin bottle, shook it,
unscrewed it, held it under his nose with one hand and pinched one of his
nostrils with the other hand as he took a deep inhale - first with the left
nostril, then the right. Then I did the same for myself. Tongues started
doing another dance, while his fingers did a corresponding movement in my
Boy hole. He added another digit so now it was four fingers. He moved it in
slowly, then out, then in, all in this simple, time-sensitive dance. And
then suddenly, he pulled all the way out, his hand smeared with pieces of
my shit.

"Time for your lesson..." he wiped his hand on the towel under me, then
with a corner of the towel, wiped my hungry, loose, open hole. He handed
over the can of Crisco and the tube of Eros beside me and instructed me to
bring it with us. He stood up and with one hand holding mine, his other
hand grabbing the poppers vitamin bottle. Dad then lead me out of the
bedroom into the master bathroom.

On the screen, hot bottom was coming while the screen went blue....

We entered the bathroom. "Sit," Dad commanded. I did as I was told. Dad
walked over to the sink and washed his hands thoroughly. "Boy - I'm gonna
teach you a Lesson when it comes to assplay. Always, always, always...," he
lathered, "...be C L E A N ."

Dad dried his hands, unlaced his work boots and kicked them out to the
hallway, and stipped out of his jeans (he doesn't wear underwear, only a
very stained, yellowed jock). He kept his white t-shirt on, he likes them
one size small so they cling to his upper torso like a second skin. His
nipples were hard, forming little mountains on his t-shirt. "Take it," he
commanded again, unscrewing the poppers bottle and holding it under my
nose. "Now take a DEEP breath", he added, now he was holding the bottle
under his nostrils, " and PUSH."  I did as I was told. The poppers opened
up my hole, made me fucking horny but also made me realize I really needed
to release what was inside my hungry hole.

Without warning, Dad pulled his hot, throbbing cock out of the jock,
pulling the stained cotton to one side, one of his huge balls hanging out,
the other nestled in the material forming an impressive bulge. He thrusted
the hard, Daddy dick into my face and made me gag with his immediacy. I
started sucking that breeding tool, knowing full well that I was the spawn
of it's existence. Meanwhile I couldn't help taking a dump and at first, I
thought, what the fuck...this is so NASTY, yet the scene, the fact it was
my fucking Dad!!!!, the poppers, the smell of his jock against my face also
made it so fucking H O T .  I sucked and sucked, hungry like an
impoverished child, wanting more of my Dad inside my mouth.  After several
minutes I realized I was done on the seat, and Dad (being the experienced
teacher that he was) caught on also.

"Okay Boy," he pulled out of my mouth, "wipe up, flush that, and get over
to the shower."

I obeyed.

"Turn on the hot and cold until it is lukewarm," he instructed. I bent over
and followed my Dad's instructions. Meanwhile, Dad pulled out from a drawer
under the sink, a coiled, silver apparatus with a narrow tube-like end with
little dot slits on the curved head. He screwed this onto a section of the
showerhead pipe, then grabbed the tube of Eros lube, squeezed a few drops
onto the tube end, smeared it all around, then turned some lever by the
showerhead and magically, the water switched from the showerhead to the end
of the coiled metallic pipe. "How is this?" he asked, aiming the spray of
hot water on my naked ass.

"It's too hot," I moaned.

"Then ADJUST it Boy!" he yelled at me. I did as I was told while Dad
continued aiming the spray of water on my ass. He aimed the shower shot (I
realized later this was what it was called) around my ass, aiming at the
top of my cheeks, on the left, on the right, then on the center so the
water cascaded all over my ass cheeks.  He kept it extra longer on the
middle ridge separating my cheeks, the hot water adjusting to a warm feel
as it poured, leaked and teased my now, hungrier hole.  "Oh...." I moaned,
slowly. "That feels much better."

'Boy - take a hit," he commanded, firmly. I did as I was told as he held
the bottle under my nostrils. He did the same. "Bend over," he added, " and
whatever you do - DO NOT expel the tube or the water until I T E L L you
to!" He was almost shouting now, almost angry. "Do you understand Boy!?!"
He greased my hole with Eros lube on his fingers.

"Yes, Dad," I was trembling from excitement.

I felt the warm sensation of the water aiming now at my hole, at the
center, at the opening. Suddenly there was an assault of this metallic
object; it was invading, like the feel of two of my Dad's thick
fingers. And yet it was warm, inviting, pleasant, needed. The water sprayed
all over as it hit my asshole, then without even much thought, the spray
disappeared as the shower shot tube sunk deep into my Boy cunt without
complaint.

OH MY GOD.

The sensation of the sudden rush of warm liquid gushing into my ass canal
was incredible. I had no idea it would be like this. It felt warm,
relaxing, soothing, pleasant. I gasped, mouth open, eyes closed. " DO NOT
let this go!" Dad exclaimed.

I did as I was told. I stood there, bent over, still shaking, this coil
extending out of my ass, like some metallic mutant tail. Dad started
fucking the tube in and out of my hole, pulling out slowly almost to the
tip, just a hint out so that water sprayed on my cheeks, but then he would
suddenly plunge it in again, filling me with more of its warm relaxing
liquid. Inside me I could feel a filling sensation, like my stomach was
enlarging, like a feeling of eating too much except it was more
instantaneous.  With his free greased, lubed hand, Dad massaged my ass
cheeks. Then he would lightly rub my outer cunt lips as the tube fucked in
and out. I moaned further.

Dad slowly pulled out the shower shot and wrapped the coil around the
faucet handles, the water continuing to spray downward against the
shower/tub walls.


"Now, hold it in," Dad explained calmly, " and get your hot Boy ass back on
that seat."

I did as I was told. As I stood straight and moved, the pressure of the
warm water inside me became immense, like I wanted to take a shit
immediately!  But I couldn't. I had to be a good Boy. I had to obey Dad.

"DO NOT release that Boy!" Dad was shouting again, now standing in front of
me, his huge, shaving-can-thick-nine-incher, aiming at my mouth.  "Now when
I say GO, you release that water, but you do it FUCKING SLOW -YOU HEAR
ME!?!"  Before I could even reply, his hot dick is in my mouth and all I
could do to acknowledge him was nod my head up and down.

"HOLD IT. HOLD IT. HOLD IT." Dad repeated. He holds the bottle under my
nostrils and makes me take a whiff, then he does likewise.  "Okay Boy -
GO!"

Ahhh......

I take a deep breath, and the gush of water starts falling out, gravity in
effect, spraying the porcelain.  " S L O W LY now!" Dad says. Oh man! That
isn't easy! The water, the gravity, my situation just makes it all want to
push out. But I don't want to displease Dad. So I take deeper breaths,
clench my hole, open it, release some water, clench it, hold it, open it,
release more water, clench it. "That's my Boy!" Dad says proud. " How does
that feel huh?"

I just moan, again head dropped back, mouth full of Dad cock, eyes closed.

"Now wipe your Boy hole," he instructs, pulling out of my mouth, " and get
that ass back in the shower."

We continue the process for what seems like an hour (and it could have
been, I lost my sense of time awhile ago) until I am thoroughly clean as
the water comes out crystal clear. The process is incredible. I graduate
step by step, minute by minute that with Dad's coaching, I can now hold the
water longer in my system, releasing it on his command, training my hole to
open, clench, open, clench.  I start to realize this isn't just about
cleanliness and preparation, but it is training for my hole to understand,
to sense, when to be relaxed, when to be tight, when to allow.

Dad gets in the shower with me. "Now get down on your ass, sit on the tub
with your back against the wall," he says, softly.  He pulls in the can of
Crisco, tube of lube and the poppers with us. He gives me a hit, he takes
one himself. With one hand he pulls my legs apart and with the other, he
inserts the shower shot. Again, I feel the warmth, the comfort of the
liquid filling me completely. He leaves the tube in for about three minutes
until he senses I can not take anymore and he pulls out the tube, a bit of
water leaking out. "Hold it," he whispers and leans towards me.

He plants a kiss on my outer lips, very gently, just tiny smacks, just a
hint of saliva between us. His trim beard tickles me. He dips one hand into
the Crisco and starts fingering me, two at first, then quickly to
three. Water leaks out with the additional digit. And then he plants his
tongue in my mouth as he pushes four fingers into my hole. Warm water
continues to leak out. Inside, I am so HUGE, so OPEN with the water filling
me to the edge. I can feel my Dad's fingers exploring the inner hole,
massaging the upper wall, teasing my prostate. I moan, eyes rolling. He
continues this for awhile, pushing his hand to the point just at the base
of the thumb, the wideness teasing the outer walls of my Boy cunt. I am so
hungry for this, I want it. I want more. I want it all.

And then Dad pulls out, his tongue exits my mouth, he leans back and with
both hands, opens my ass as the water sprays out in a violent
rush. "MAN!!!!!" he grunts. "That is one fucking hot, open Boy I have
here!"  He is a proud Dad.

He grabs the shower shot tube and inserts it completely into my ass, the
base disappearing so all you see are coils hitting my ass lips. With his
other hand he jerks himself off, smearing a bit of the grease and lube all
over his dick. He fucks me with the tube and moves forward, kneeling
between my spread legs. "Fuck, you are one HOT Son!"  He pulls the tube
out, spraying my ass, my crotch with the warm water. Then he reinserts it
again, all the way in, then pulls out - almost out, teasing my hole. He
does this repeatedly until again, he senses I am full.

Dad moves closer now, his greasy dick aiming at my hole. He takes a deep
breath and pushes the head of his cock alongside the warm, metal tube stuck
up my ass. "Ohh..." I moan, as the cock head pushes through, widening my
hole, water leaking out of me. He pushes further, more pressure, but slow
until his cock is all the way in, so that his pubic hair meets my ass like
one merged entity. I feel my ass filling up more, the cock and the tube
alongside each other. Dad stays there, motionless, making me adjust to the
sudden added volume and mass.  Then with our eyes locked, he pulls the tube
out slowly. "Ohh..." I moan again. It is unbelievable. The thickness of his
cock, stationary and unmoving with this slow, warm, tube sliding out of my
ass, teasing my insides with its temperature - is heaven. He pulls it all
the way out, the water spraying all over my hole, my cheeks, his
balls. Some water escapes from me. Then he pushes it in, the tube having no
restriction as it slides alongside the greasy, Dad dick. He fucks me like
this for several minutes, fucking me with the warm, metal tube, the water
replenishing itself inside for what I have expelled. Then just when he's
about to reinsert the tube again, he pulls out his dick and thrusts it back
in, this time with the tube alongside it, so now his dick, his thrust is
widened with the additional girth. "Ohh...." And he fucks me like this for
several minutes, adjusting his speed, his rhythm, his dick enlarged with
the tube, continuing until all the water has gushed out of my insides.  The
emptiness is maddening.

I want more.

"Now remember your lesson from the other day?" Dad winks at me. He
reinserts the tube, filling me again.

"Yes...?" I reply.

"Okay. We're going to go to the next stage now." Dad starts to explain. He
holds the bottle under my nose, the under his. "Trust your Dad now. I'm
going to move deeper into you, OK?" I nod. " Just take deep breaths, R E L
A X . There's no rush - let's take our time, we have all the time in the
world." I smile back, content. "I want you to picture my hand inside your
lovely Boy cunt, you hear. Visualize it. Imagine it in your
head. Want. It. Crave. It." Dad is speaking slower now, he dips his hand in
the Crisco and slowly starts pushing three, then four fingers
in. "Need. It," he says, slowly. Water gushes out. I roll my head in a
circle, the sensation of his hand, the feeling of fullness, the poppers
haze - all blending into one experience. He keeps the four fingers in my
ass, pushed in to the base of where the thumb starts. Then he starts
pulling out slowly, pushing in slowly again, and repeating. Then he stops
inside me. He keeps still, the water reforming around the invasion. Then
SLOWLY I sense he is rotating his hand in a clockwise motion, gong from
noon to noon, full circle, stretching my outer hole in the process, water
and grease leaking out. Then he does this in the opposite direction and the
sudden change makes me moan even more. He then goes back clockwise, but now
pulls the four fingers out, spreading the fingers inside my hole, feeling
the inside walls of Boy cunt. Ohh...man, that sensation is unbelievable.

"Yeah Dad!" I exclaim, surprising him.  "Ohh...that feels S O G O O O D
!!!!"  I lay back on the tub, all giving to my Dad.

He smiles back at me and curls his thumb into his palm and pushes in. I'm
in a daze at this point that the additional pressure on my pussy lips is
minimal. Dad pushes in slowly that my hole, with the fullness of the water
still inside me, does not restrain the invasion. And then, very quickly,
his hand slides in.

UHHHhhhhhhh.........

Dad leaves it in my hole, motionless, still. Content.  His hand is
motionless for moments that seem to stretch. My eyes open and I stare deep
into his. We smile. With his free hand, he brushes some wet streaks of hair
over my forehead, then feeds me the bottle. "Take a hit Boy," he
commands. We share the bottle. Then Dad leans forward and plants his mouth
unto mine and we exchange kisses. His hand moves in and out slowly, just
extending out of my Boy cunt beyond the wrist to the widest part of the
fist. And just when I think my hole will give up and expel him, he pushes
in again, very, very slowly my Boy cunt swallowing his hand, no
restriction, no tightness, just this incredible O P E N feeling. I didn't
want him to leave, to pull out. I wanted it inside me forever. It was this
special feeling - it's hard to explain - but knowing my hot Dad was making
this very special way of loving me, being inside, being part of me, being
one - Dad and Son - just made me so content. He kissed me passionately, his
tongue wetting my outer lips, spitting into my open mouth.
  He pulled away from me and looked down at his hand, my outer Boy cunt
forming a tight grip around his wrist, not wanting to let go. "Man! You are
one hot Son!" he yelled.

Dad took deep, fast breaths now and I followed his example. He pulled back,
still kneeling, facing me - our eyes locked, intense. He bit his upper lip
as he pushed faster in and out of my Boy hole.  Dad nodded his head side to
side, laughing softly, in awe, in disbelief at his Son's quick progression
in training. "Boy, you are very, VERY OPEN!"  I loved hearing the pride in
my Dad's voice. "Thank you Dad," I smiled back.

We continue like this for awhile. Dad pulls out halfway and with his other
hand squeezes more lube onto his hand that is pulling my Boy cunt lips ever
wider. "Lesson here is that you can never have too much lube," Dad
instructs. "You hear me Boy? I will always want you wet and sloppy so Dad
can get you more wider and open." I nod. "Yes, please Dad, get me all wet
and sloppy. Feed my Boy pussy, Dad! Make my hole W I D E R !!!!"  Dad feeds
me, then himself with a hit of the poppers. "Okay now, I want you to take a
real deep breath as I try something new. You OK Boy?"

"Yes, Dad," I moan, "...anything you want. I trust you."

Dad's hand is just at the tip of my outer Boy cunt lips. I can feel the
extension and width pulling at my hole.  Then slowly I feel some new
pressure down there. I'm not sure at first what is going on, but I look at
my Dad's eyes and see him staring at me intently, a wide smile on his face,
a sense of pride, a gaze of full trust between Dad and Son. I exhale. I
feel his cock head slide in slowly.  Ohhh......

Fuck.

Dad has his entire hand in me with his thick, massive cock slowly sliding
in. One inch. Then another. "OH Y E A H H H ...." Dad now moans. He is
nodding his head up and down slowly as he rocks his lower torso in the same
rhythm. I grab the poppers and take an extra hit, wanting it BAD, wanting
me to really open up for this. "Yeah, Boy, that's it," he says, "take your
Dad to new limits. Yeahhh....."  His cock is now all the way in. His hand
is still, motionless, but the cock moves in and out of my ass. He thrusts
in faster, out faster, in faster. We are both rocking on the bathtub floor,
sliding around, the grease, the lube, the warm water underneath us. I feel
wet, sloppy, slippery, messy, horny. Open. And then I feel motion inside me
as I sense that Dad is now moving his hand further into my hole, feeling up
to the end of his thick, long cock which is fully inside me. Then his hand
stops and I feel another sensation and I can't quite make out exactly what
is going on DOWN inside.  "Yeahhh..." Dad continues.  And then it dawns on
me: Dad is jerking off his dick INSIDE my BOY cunt!!!!!

FUCK!

Like REAL FUCK!!!!!  I couldn't even imagine this was possible and yet here
it was. I was so OPEN that my Dad was able to slowly maneuver his hand
inside my Boy pussy to wrap around his huge dick.  And now he was jerking
off inside me. INSIDE ME!!!! I started to laugh softly, shocked, surprised,
proud. It was pure pleasure and pride in myself in knowing I was providing
my Dad with this incredible bonding, fucking feeling - sharing it with his
Son, sharing it with each other.


And then I could sense it: he was getting there. He started jacking more
furiously inside me, pulling, stretching his dick while also fucking me
with it. Then he would keep his hand still and tight while he fucked me,
fucking his hand at the same time as it clenched around his cock. Then he
would maneuver his hand in unison with his cock, both going in and out at
the same rhythm in and out of my ass. He switched back and forth in this
pattern, faster, faster. He was biting his lower lip. I took both of my
hands and grabbed his nips, both just pushing against the soaked t-shirt
and twisted them hard, the left nip counterclockwise, the right one
clockwise. "AHHHHhhhhh....." he moaned loudly. Then I started pinching his
nips in an alternative pattern, the right -pinch, then release, the left -
pinch, then release, and back and forth, harder, softer, harder, softer.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

Dad violently thrust into me as I sensed him filling me with his breeding
juice, the same that spawned me. I smiled knowing this fact, happy,
fulfilled, filled.  Dad stopped, his upper body convulsing, his head
pulling backward, his mouth a gape. His breathing was fast and rapid, then
slowly, slowly normal. His hand stayed inside me as the fullness of his
massive cock reduced itself limp. Then he pulled out - but only his cock.
His hand was still inside. Caressing. Feeling. Sliding. I was still reeling
from the poppers and the fullness feeling from moments before. Then Dad
pulled his hand out just a bit and turned it counterclockwise in a
half-turn. He started to caress the upper walls of my inner
ass. MAN....that felt incredible!

"OHHHhhhhh Dad," I exhaled, "whatever it is that you're doing NOW -
please...please...please don't stop". I whimpered.

"You like that, huh?" Dad teased. He knew what he was doing. Only later did
I realize he was hitting my prostate. His started rubbing the three middle
fingers of his hand against the upper walls by the prostate, sliding it in,
out, a little pressure added during one motion of a stroke, then more
pressure on another motion. Then he would rotate his hand clockwise so the
knuckles of his fist rolled over the upper prostate walls. IT WAS
INCREDIBLE!!!!!  It felt like miniature balls rolling inside my ass, the
roundness of the knuckles causing this sensational wave of pleasure. Dad
kept it up. He kept switching back and forth from one pattern to another,
from one angle of his hand to the other.  It was driving me C R A Z Y !!!!!
And then again, without touching myself, I came!!!!

I slid down the tub, my lower back parallel to the floor, spent, exhausted,
beat. Loved.

"How is my Boy?" Dad smiled, leaned over, kissed me, and licked some of my
cum that sprayed on my chest. His hand was still inside, just moving very
slow, loving.  Dad pulled back, grabbed the shower shot and pushed it
slowly inside me. I moaned again, loving the feeling of being full inside,
the water rushing in. "Okay, another lesson: we clean you out after, get
all that lube and grease out." I nodded. He pulled the tube out after he
could sense with his fingers how full I was inside. He started to pull out
his hand, but I protested.

"No!  Please Dad! Don't pull out yet!" I pleaded. I carefully slid back on
the edge of the tub, sitting, then very carefully, stood up, conscious to
not fall on the slippery, greasy surface. Dad followed my slow movement and
abided by my wishes, keeping his thick paw inside me the entire time. As I
stood, I could feel the water gushing down, gravity taking effect, the
building of that pressure to release.

"Oh Boy!" Dad was breathing faster again. From the corner of my eye I could
see that he was rock hard again and was starting to jack his massive, thick
Dad dick. I carefully stood up, and with his hand still inside me,
maneuvered to turn around so that my back and ass was facing my Dad. "Man!"
Dad yelled, "...you are so fucking O P E N!  This is fucking unbelievable!"
He jerked harder, faster on his dick. And then I took a deep breath and
slowly, slowly (like Dad trained me), opened my ass to let the water run
out. At first it came in small spurts, just dripping down his arm now
pointed up and disappearing into my ass. And then gravity took over and I
opened up wide - but still with Dad's hand inside me - and gushed out this
huge spray on my Dad's lower torso. It came out in an instant and Dad was
loving every second of it! "Fuck that was H O T !"  He inserted the tube
again, pointing up to my hole, filling me once more with the warm
water. Again, the great feeling of being filled, his hand, the water. "Now
keep it inside you," he commanded, jerking off furiously, "until I say GO,
you hear me Boy!?!"  I was full, I felt the pressure. I took my deep
breaths, closed my eyes, feeling the warmth, the fullness of the water, the
thickness of my Dad's paw inside me. "Okay - GO!"

Water rushed out all at once, spraying my Dad once more. I turned my head
around to take a look at my Dad and twisted my ass (oh that felt SO GOOD as
his hand just stayed there as my ass walls rubbed against his hand), and
aimed my opening hole on his dick. He was jerking off like a madman now,
his head just shaking back and forth, biting his lower lip harder, moaning,
OH YEAH...OH YEAH....OH YEAH..... I continued to aim my hole on his dick,
clenching, opening, clenching, opening - causing a tight, concentrated
spray at Dad's cock. He jerked harder. I aimed tighter. Water on cock. Fist
in my cunt. Water on cock. Dad jerking his dick. Water on cock. And then
Dad came again, shooting straight up, all this cum mixing up with the last
few sprays of water exiting my ass.

Then Dad pulled out his hand suddenly, the weight of gravity tiring his
arm, spent, exhausted. Smiling.

I stood straight up, looked at him and smiled back. I fondled my Boy cunt
with one hand, fingering it inside, spreading the lips as it was quite
open, missing the fullness.

"Okay, Boy," he slapped my ass. "You've learned your lesson.  You're all
clean now."


LESSONS FROM MY FISTING DAD : Chapter 3 by
RedRt@hotmail.com

Six months later...

My birthday passed over the summer
right after finishing high school.  I am now a young man at 18 years. I had
the summer off, doing a few odd jobs before starting out at the community
college. I still live with Dad. He spoils me in more ways than I can
describe.

My Dad and I had gotten closer over the last year. The connection
was stronger between us. Dad and Son. Father and Child. Man and Boy. Teacher
and Student. The fisting that my Dad had taught me months ago has created
this inseparable bond between us. We had many experiences over the last
several months, all intimate, close, sharing. My Dad taught me the finer
points of love between men. Both vanilla sex and kink. I preferred the
latter. Like Father, like Son.

Dad and I would walk around nude in the
house, now that we are intimate in more ways than any other paternal
relationship. We were completely at ease with each other this way and it
only seemed natural now that our relationship had been forged. It was great!
And of course, I'd always be clean (read chapter 2, to get my drift).
Sometimes we would watch TV at night, both of us seated side by side on the
leather couch, with one of my legs straddled over his. Dad would finger my
ass with one hand while he had his beer with the other.  Sometimes he would
get me so horny, my hole would open up so much that he could get four
fingers inside without any problems. But we wouldn't launch into full play.
It would just go like this for over an hour or so. He would put in two
fingers, or one, or three. Then four. He'd alternate like this while we
watched some mindless program. Sometimes it was just one finger and he would
tease my upper asswalls, teasing the prostate as I squirmed on the sofa. And
we'd just be like that, channel surfing and finger fucking. It was like he
was brushing his hand over my hair or something; the fingering and assplay
was like a casual, loving gesture.

But for me, it was more erotic, of
course.

Sometimes we'd be watching a fisting DVD as Dad had built up an
extensive collection. Dad had so many so we'd cue up our favorite scenes
from one disc to another to enjoy. We'd sit on the couch and have our
favorite scene playing with Dad fingering my Boy hole while I slowly jerked
his hot, thick cock. "Boy change the disc!", Dad would command. So I'd jump
off the couch, find another DVD and insert it into the player and cue
another favorite hot scene. I'd be doing this on my fours, kneeling in front
of the entertainment set, my ass pointing towards Dad. While I'd be playing
with the remote, Dad would be playing with my Boy pussy, inserting his thick
index finger, in and out, finger fucking it furiously, lubing up my hole.
One finger would graduate to two, then three, then four. I'd kneel there
idly, trying to find the right hot chapter on the disc as my Dad massaged my
hole. I almost wouldn't want to get back on the couch as it felt so good
just like this! "Get your ass back here!", Dad would yell back and of
course, I'd oblige. And then the ass-teasing would continue while I jerked
his hot, thick cock.

Sometimes I'd just be helping out around the house as
I got stuck with the chores since Dad explained he was "the Man of the
House". Dad would surprise me constantly. I would be washing dishes and Dad
would walk unannounced behind me, kneel on the floor, part my Boy ass and
start rimming my asshole!  He would do this for about five minutes then stop
and start to finger me with his lubed fingers. He would tease me with just a
few fingers, in and out, in and out, stretching my Boy hole. It would drive
me crazy! "Continue washing those dirty dishes, Boy!" Dad would command. Of
course I would obey, although my legs would start to spread wider with my
ass pushing back against my Dad's hand. And then as suddenly as he had
started, he would stop and walk away, laughing a little. This would drive me
crazy! My Dad was such a fucking tease!

Other times I would be taking a
leak before going to bed and Dad would suddenly be fingering me (his fingers
already lubed, as usual). Of course I would start spraying all over the
porcelain as my dick would get instantly hard! "Dad - MAN!" I would
complain, "Can't a guy take a leak here without interruption!" Of course I
wasn't protesting too hard. Dad would use both hands and spread my asshole
wide, four fingers on the left, an equal number on the right. Then he'd
insert his dick for a few, slow strokes and fuck me slowly. Then he'd
suddenly stop, walk over to the sink and wash up, check out his face in the
mirror and without even looking at me, he'd say, "Don't forget to wipe up,
Boy...and brush your teeth!"  Then he'd just walk out and wait for me in
bed. And of course then we would continue, as this was all part of his
tease, his game, his seduction with his Boy.

Sometimes I would surprise
Dad. He may be sitting, reading some sports magazine on his big, leather
club chair in the bedroom, smoking a cigar. He would have one leg straddled
on the arm of the chair and he tends to sit low, so his ass is almost
hanging off the chair. I love to see my Dad like this, just taking it easy,
enjoying his smoke. Sometimes he wouldn't even notice I was in the room. He
was so caught up reading and enjoying his smoke. I loved looking at him like
this. His big hairy body reclined and relaxed, legs with the thick, muscled,
hairy thighs spread. His thick Dad dick, limp but still impressive just
hanging loose, surrounded by his large balls. I would just soak it in. I was
so proud to have this hot Dad! Woof! What a fucking sexy man! I would
approach him, push the ottoman away from his legs and sit on the floor
facing that hot Dad ass, and start sucking his massive Dad dick. He wouldn't
even budge. His dick would respond by getting hard instantly and after a few
minutes of me going up and down on his dick. His body would slide down the
leather seat a bit more, his one propped leg adjusted further. I would then
take this as a sign. I would lick the base of his Dad dick, slide my very
wet tongue around his massive balls (which he didn't shave, so it was
covered with thick, curly black hairs). He would barely acknowledge my
prescience. I may hear a slight moan, but it would be very light. He
wouldn't even acknowledge me. And then he'd turn the page of his sports
magazine and blow out some smoke as if I wasn't there. But I knew this was
part of his game with me.  At this point I'd be down on his asshole, and
what an asshole it is. Like his balls, it is unshaved (unlike his chest,
which is neatly trimmed, which I think is so fucking Dad-HOT). His ass is
surrounded by a handsome bush of black, thick, curly hairs. I would lather
up my saliva and get all the asshairs slick and wet then tease his Dad hole.
My Dad is exclusively a top so he's never been fucked, fingered, fisted (at
least, from what I know...) He loves being a top. He's got nothing against
bottoming; he's just never had any pleasure zones "in that area," as he once
explained. So his hole was tight. But that didn't mean that Dad did not love
the attention of my tongue on his manhole. I would run my tongue around it
for minutes, getting his hole all teased up and anticipating me to kiss it.
Dad would turn a page, exhaling. His hole would pucker and then I would
start kissing it very lightly, just teasing it, almost like whispering with
his ass, having a silent conversation, smelling the musky Dad taste of his
hole. My kisses would get heavier, wetter, sloppier, my tongue running all
over his hole, around it, trying to fuck it's tight knot. I would
concentrate on the top of his hole and just flick my tongue gently at first,
then rapidly for a minute or so, then gently again. Then I would circle to
the lower half of his Dad hole and repeat the process. He'd turn a page as
if I were invisible and exhale again. I would pucker up my lips, wet them
with my saliva and then kiss my Dad's hole, as if it were lips kissing me
back, with the tip of my tongue darting in and out, jabbing at the center of
his hole. Then suddenly Dad would just throw the magazine over his side,
crush out his cigar, push me away, stand up with his massive hard on and
walk away. What a fucking tease!

One of my favorite things would be when I
would wake up to feeling my Dad's lubed-up dick sliding into me very gently
in the morning. This was his way of "waking" me up! I would be asleep beside
him, on my side, with my ass to him. And slowly I would feel his thick, Dad
dick enter me. He would do it gradually, first just the head, then he would
leave it in there for a minute until he could sense my awareness of him as I
would slowly wake. Then he would     S L O W L Y     push his cock, inch by
inch, slowly, slowly, slowly until it was all in my horny Boy cunt. Of
course at this point I would be awake with a massive boner! And then with
his free hand, he would jerk me off while he inserted two fingers in my hole
to get me wider! What a way to greet the day!

Dad knew how to give his
Boy's ass all the right attention. He would tease it, love it, drive it
crazy. It just made his Boy hungry for his Dad's attention. When I was at my
part-time job, I would get distracted replaying our assplay scenes in my
head over and over like one of my favorite fisting videos from my Dad's
collection. I could't wait to get out of work to get home to be there for my
Dad! I was getting addicted to my Dad's assplay. I couldn't get enough of
it.

At this stage, I was a fully trained boy. I had not seen Dad in about
four days as he had a long truck gig this week. He was expected back home
later in the afternoon. I was off from my part-time job today and thought I
would get myself ready for Dad, as I knew he would be super horny for his
willing Boy after those long, lonely days on the road. My hole got a working
with the shower shot. All that warm water going in and out of my hungry boy
hole made so horny for my Dad! I couldn't wait for him to get home! I would
fuck myself with the metal phallus with the warm water spraying in my ass
repeatedly, taking hits of poppers, getting me all dizzy with anticipation,
as my hole eased up, widening with every cleansing. Even after I was all
cleaned out, I would just continue as the sensation was relaxing and also
getting my adrenalin worked up! I was hard most of the entire time in
anticipation! About two hours later, I was completely cleaned out. I dried
myself, got into Dad's room and put on a red jockstrap that Dad had bought
for me from one of his gigs in Palm Springs, California. (Dad teased that
he'd like to take me there one day "to show off his Boy." I didn't really
know what he meant by that ... but would one day. But that's another lesson
and story...)

I went through my Dad's closet and pulled out the folded
playsheet. This was something Dad bought once he and I started playing
regularly after the initial lessons. I loved playing on this sheet. It was
about the size of a queen flat sheet, except it was black and vinyl. With
all the kinds of lube that Dad had introduced into our play scene (Eros,
Crisco and this slippery substance that you mix with water - J-Lube - my
favorite) the vinyl sheet would get so slick, slippery and wet. It made
playing with my Dad much more fun, with my ass sliding around with his paw
thrusting in and out of my Boy cunt. We would get all piggy and shit, just a
hot Dad and his Son enjoying each other.

I unfolded the playsheet in the
living room over the large, leather sofa. It was large enough that I was
able to spread it onto the floor in front of the sofa also. Across from the
couch is a solid wall of mirrors. I wanted to be ready for my Dad when he
walked in. So I got all the lube ready, a fresh bottle of poppers and the
vitamin jar we used for them, various sized dildos and some hot fisting
DVDs. I put one of the videos on the player, DUNGEON FIST PARTY.  I love
this dvd! So many hot Dads playing with each other; all hot, masculine men.
One of them - this hot top - reminded me of my Dad: tall, muscular and
bulky, with a short cropped beard and moustache, salt & pepper hair and a
buzzed cut on his chest and abdomen so that all the hair was of the same
length on his torso-just like my Dad's! I LOVE this most on my Dad! I think
it makes him look so hot. I would fall asleep on his chest many nights just
brushing my cheek on the short, trimmed, soft chest hair. The Dad on the TV
was also hung like my Dad - about 9.5' THICK.  Whenever Dad was away on of
his long truck gigs, I would get a lot of use of this dvd and fantasize of
my Dad in the hot scenes.

I lubed up of my favorite toys: it's about the
same length of my Dad's cock, except maybe a bit thicker and it's solid
black rubber. It would get me all open and wide, ready for Dad's attention.
I lubed up my clean Boy cunt, spreading the J-Lube all over and inside the
walls of my hungry hole. I fingered myself, spreading the lube, two fingers
graduating to three, then four. I grabbed the dildo and let it sit erect on
the seat of the vinyl covered couch. And then I grabbed a hit of the vitamin
jar/poppers and did a slow, long hit. Ahh....that felt good. I sat on the
dildo, legs spread, lowering my hungry, open hole to the head. It went in
without any hesitation. I slowly sat down, using my hands on the side of the
couch to balance my weight onto the dildo. Oh man, this is rich, I thought
to myself. I took a deep breath, exhaling very slowly as Dad had taught me,
and sat down completely on the black phallus. Wow. I looked like I was
sporting an extra set of black, huge balls from the reflection on the wall
of mirrors across from me as the black balls from the dildo were the only
thing visible. I smiled at my reflection. I started to bob up and down on
the thick toy while looking at the mirror, taking long, extra hit of the
poppers jar, enjoying the show I was giving to myself. And on the TV screen
the hot Dad that looked my hotter Dad was fisting some shaved-head Dad on a
sling.

Man!!!

"BOY!!!!"

Dad yelled at me, entering the living
room.

Oh shit, caught again! "Welcome back Dad," I smiled, sinking my
weight as I dropped on the massive toy between my legs.

"WHATDAFUCK is
your son doing!?" a voice growled, behind my Dad. Behind my Dad's large
frame, another body appeared, not as tall, not as husky but equally hot. He
was about 5'9" in height, a little older than my Dad from what I could
gather. He wore a neatly trimmed salt & pepper handlebar moustache that
framed his very squared jawline. The moustache was like something from one
my Dad's older porno tapes from the 70s. His head was shaved. From what he
lacked in height, his body made up for. He was probably close to 200lbs, but
not overweight, just big and hefty. A man. He wore a white t-shirt just like
my dad, tight against his chest showing off his nipples the size of a 50
cent coin. He wore faded jeans, tight against thick thighs with tall, black
boots with the top of the laces undone. "Hey Boy," the man said, one hand
squeezing his growing bulge, "say hello to your Uncle."




It was Uncle
Tony. I hadn't seen him in years, maybe since I was 15? I remember when I
started hitting puberty at 13 that I started to notice Uncle Tony in a
different light. Uncle Tony is five years older than my Dad. Although not as
tall as my Dad, Uncle Tony was equally hot. He didn't have a beard like my
Dad, but he did sport that thick, trimmed, handlebar moustache. Then it
wasn't sprouting any grey hairs. I think it went with his job, the whole
look, the appearance, the aesthetic of being a cop. I have fond memories of
him as a young boy. He would visit often when he lived in the same city as
our family. He and Dad were close, the only kids from their family. They
spent a lot of time together without the wives (when everyone was married
then). Sometimes they'd invite me along and I would ride in the back seat
while my Dad and Uncle Tony would be driving in the front seats. I would
catch Uncle Tony giving me a wink from the rear view mirror and I'd smile
secretly back at him, squirming in my seat. I remember he would come over
for dinner sometimes, still in his cop uniform. The dark blue pants would be
very tight, showing off his hot ass, the impressive bulge, the pant legs
tucked in under the calf-high black boots. He would get more comfortable
while having a beer with my Dad. Uncle Tony would unbutton his uniform shirt
almost down to the navel, exposing his hairy salt & pepper chest hair that
would be peaking out of his tight, muscle tank top under his shirt. His
short sleeves would be rolled over a few folds, the cuffs taught against his
massive biceps. On his left arm he had a strange set of tattoos-a very cool
design that was kinda tribal, but not: thick parallel bars and lines
equidistant from each other and set from the wrist almost to the elbow. And
I loved his voice: very gruff, but not mean. It was hard around the edges,
yet he was well spoken. When he told his engrossing stories, he would
command my attention. It was a very masculine voice. It didn't hurt that it
was coming out of a cop's uniform either.

But then Uncle Tony, like my Dad,
got divorced (no kids) and moved to another city a few hours away. So we saw
him infrequently and with Dad's trucking gig, even less so over the next few
years.

"WILL YOU LOOK AT YOU!" Uncle Tony shouted. Again that voice... "Boy
have you GROWN!" He looked at me, up and down, and when his eyes rested in
between my legs I could have sworn I saw the bulge in his crotch get larger.
He squeezed the increasing mound in his jeans with his left hand and rested
it there, massaging the growing tool. With his free hand, he reached over to
my Dad, grabbed him by the shoulder and leaned over to him, whispering into
his ear, "Man, you have raised one FINE son there!"  I couldn't help
overhearing that. My dick was swelling, I could feel precum leaking out and
I looked at my crotch, the threads of the red jock, a visible darker stain,
growing slowly in size. My dad just grinned silently, proud and smiling at
me.

Taken by surprise, I couldn't help but just sink onto the dildo in
between my legs. My balls plopped against the larger, rubber black balls
which was the only thing you could see as the rest of the toy was buried
deep inside me.

"Uncle Tony," I tried to talk, "I'm...uh...so glad...to
see you!" I was trying to keep my balance (and my cool!) and stand up at the
same time. Somehow I managed to get up from the couch without slipping (the
J lube was everywhere on the playsheet), got on my feet and approached my
Dad and Uncle Tony who were now standing in front of me. "Dad, it's so great
to have you home," I said sincerely, with deep affection as I had really
missed him (and not just his hands!). Behind us, moans were emitting from
the TV monitor as some hot Dad's arm was disappearing into another hot Dad's
huge hole. My dick started to swell again, pushing against the jock
strap.

"Boy," Dad approached me, "I have missed you more than you know..."
Dad leaned into me and with his left arm around my neck and shoulders, drew
me closer to his body and planted a long, slow, kiss onto my lips. I could
smell him, the sweat, the hard work from the last several days. He had a
thin sheet of perspiration on his upper lip, which he licked with his
tongue. He was really gentle at first, just smacking my lips with his, then
driving his wet tongue on my upper lip, drawing over it with a coating of
his warm saliva, then again on my lower lips, the tip of his tongue
inserting into my mouth, sliding against my teeth, my tongue. With his other
hand, he reached between my legs and grabbed the balls and base of the
dildo. "Ahmm..." he tried to talk, between the tongue exchange, "you are
doing a great job holding this up on your own."

"Someone has been teaching
this Boy properly, huh?" Uncle Tony laughed. He didn't seem startled at all
by my appearance, a massive dildo up my ass or that his brother was making
out with his son wearing a tented jock strap.  Dad and I laughed with him
and Uncle Tony decided to take matters into his own hands. He knelt down on
the floor, in front of my crotch and gently brushed my Dad's hands away from
the dildo, taking command of the base himself. "Boy - you really have
grown!" he said with my young man's dick pointing straight at him. Dad
leaned over behind me and grabbed the poppers and unscrewed the jar cap and
placed it under my nose. "You know what to do," he instructed. I took a hit
on both nostrils, then Dad did the same, then passed it onto Uncle Tony.

"Y
E A H !!!! " Uncle Tony shouted, startling me.

And then Uncle Tony pulled
the dildo slowly out of my ass, letting it almost all the way out. My ass
was like a soft pillow, the rubber phallus just sliding gently down,
creating waves of pleasure inside of my Boy hole. And then before the head
of the dildo was completely out - it was just stretching my asslips so that
my lips were extending out forming to the head of the dildo - Uncle Tony
would push it back it in, gently, gently...gently until it was all inside
with the balls forming a twin to my own. "Boy - you are making your Uncle
proud!" he smiled up at me, his face near my swollen cock. With his free
hand, he reached onto my pre-cum soaked jock, squeezed my dick several times
to feel his nephew, then pulled out my dick from the jock, precum leaking
out of the tip, a drop falling on his chin. "It has been such a long time
since my last visit. I should have dropped by more often," he smiled. Then
with his tongue, Uncle Tony licked the underside of my balls from the bottom
up, over and over, slowly, slowly, just lapping it up like a dog drinking
water. Meanwhile, he was dropping the dildo slowly towards the floor,
letting gravity take effect. And then again, before it was completely out,
he would slowly, gently force the thick rubber shaft up his nephew's Boy
hole, just teasing the outer lips by stretching it with the thickest part of
the dildo-the head-stretching it, moving the head of the dildo side to side,
a little clockwise, then in just a bit, then out just a bit also. Then the
head would disappear, followed by the greased-up shaft.

"Ohh ... that feels
so fucking good," I exclaimed. My head was tilting back, my eyes shut, my
mouth opening, my tongue hanging out.

"Yeah, you like your Uncle playing
with your Boy cunt," Dad teased, "don't you, huh?"
Dad squeezed my left
nipples with one hand, pinching it tight and hard with his thumb and index
fingers. And then with his tongue, he gently, slowly caressed the underside
of my right nipple, running the tongue back and forth, side to side. The
contrast of the wonderful pain on my left nipple and the intense softness on
the right nipple was driving me crazy!  To top this off, the dildo was now
going in and out of my hole much faster as Uncle Tony was starting to take
command.

I held onto my Dad's waist, one hand lowering onto his crotch,
squeezing his hard Daddy bulge under the denim. Dad grabbed the poppers
again and offered me the first hit, then he did his, then to Uncle
Tony.

Uncle Tony pulled away from my balls now, sat on the floor and
grabbed the dildo with both hands. Dad held me tight, giving me some weight
for balance. I spread my legs a little wider on the floor, still standing
over the vinyl playsheet under us. Uncle Tony pulled the dildo out faster
now, again, never letting the head completely out of my Boy cunt, then he
would push it back in faster, all the way up to the base! "Y E A H!!!!!"
Uncle Tony would look up at me quickly, big, proud smile on his face, then
look straight back at my ass as he pulled the toy down again. Back in, back
out, back in, back out. Oh man, my hole was feeling rich!

Dad was squeezing
and caressing both nipples with his hands, alternating between pain and
pleasure from one side to the next. My head was rolling side to side,
looking at my hot Dad, looking down at my hot Uncle on the floor, who was
looking up at me yelling, "YEAH BOY! TAKE IT-YOU HOT BOY CUNT!!!!"

Then
Uncle Tony pulled the dildo straight out - all the way out! And my hole was
aching! Not from pain - but aching to have it back inside me!

"Please,
Uncle Tony," I whimpered...

"What's that BOY?" he asked, almost
commanding...again, that voice.

"Please, Uncle Tony," I looked down at him,
my tongue hanging off to one side, "please put it back IN!"

And with a grin
on his face Uncle Tony would do as I asked, pushing it in faster, the dildo
just sliding in my Boy cunt with ease, no restriction, no pain...just
sliding in like silk on velvet. Uncle Tony kept this up for several minutes,
I was exhaling and inhaling rapidly, letting my ass contract and expand with
every thrust. This was a lesson I remembered: breathe, breathe...My Dad
would look between my legs and smile and then give me a quick kiss, raping
me with his wet, hot tongue, then pull away and look back as his brother was
raping me with the thick dildo.

Then suddenly, Uncle Tony pulled the dildo
all the way out and dropped it on the floor, all shiny with my assjuice and
J lube mixed together. "Time for a break," Uncle Tony said, wiping the sweat
from his forehead with his left arm. It was then that I noticed his tattoo
from years before.

"Sit your talented Boy ass on the couch," Uncle Tony
commanded. My Dad disappeared into the kitchen while I did sat there legs
spread, slowly jerking my dick, moans coming from me and the TV monitor.
Uncle Tony was still sitting on the playsheet on the floor and pulled off
his tight t-shirt. He tossed it aside, across the room. I admired his hairy
chest, just like my Dad's but more greys mixed with the black. Unlike Dad,
Uncle Tony didn't trim his chest hair, so it was a nice coating of fur
framing his chiseled pecs. He stood up, got closer to me, facing me and
undid his leather belt and the top button of his jeans. "Okay, Boy, take off
my boots," he kicked his left foot onto the couch, the tip of the boot just
brushing against my Boy hole. A drop of J lube from my asshole leaked on the
boot tip, making it glisten in a spot. The top of the laces were already
untied so it wasn't a hard task, but his boots were tall so there were many
threads to loosen. After a minute or so, I had one boot undone. He switched
feet. "Now the other one." I did as I was told. He placed the other foot in
the same position, this time pushing the tip to my hole, teasing it, pushing
against my hole, then pulling back, then with a little pressure, pushing
against my asslips again. The tip was getting covered in my assjuice and J
lube. He was boot teasing me! I looked up at Uncle Tony silently, drinking
him in, checking out his hot Uncle body, his moustache, his thick arms, his
impressive bulge.

When I was done with the second boot, he leaned
closer.

"Okay Boy, time for a lesson. This is about Respect. This is about
Family. This is about giving respect to your family. You get me Boy!?"
Again, that voice.

"Yes SIR!" I barked back. Uncle Tony leaned down
slightly and with both arms, grabbed the underside of both of my thighs and
lifted my legs and spread them wide on the couch so my feet were both on the
seat, parallel to my ass. He stood up and thrust his crotch to my face. I
knew what to do and slowly unbuttoned his jeans, then pulled them down.
Uncle Tony stepped out of his jeans and then tossed that aside also, to the
opposite side of the room. Not to my surprise, like me, he was also wearing
a jock - except his was black leather with a thick red stripe running down
vertically in the middle. The bulge was impressive, the way it stretched the
leather and made a thick, black mound. He bent down suddenly and grabbed his
boots and put them back on each foot. And then the left foot was kicked onto
my crotch again, teasing my hole. "Okay Boy - lace them up!" he commanded
again, firmly. I did as I was told. While I was wrestling with the laces and
threading them into endless sockets, Uncle Tony was lubing up both hands
with J lube. By the time he switched to the other foot, he was leaning down
so our eyes were locked on each other. This time he kept the tip of the boot
away from my Boy hole. I was trying to finish my task but having hot,
handsome Uncle Tony just staring at me inches away was making this very
difficult. And then he suddenly had his left index finger on my asslips,
just flicking it, teasing it, rubbing it slowly, sliding around the top of
my Boy cunt...

"Uhh...." I moaned, caught unaware, head rolling back,
holding on to what was left of the boot strings. "Finish your task Boy!"
Uncle Tony shouted. I was snapped back into my senses and did as I was told
while he continued to finger my hole, which was spreading slowly wider. He
leaned over closer and kissed me gently, a little firmer than my Dad, but
still soft and loving, contrasting to his firm commands. My legs spread
wider.

I was hungry. My hole was hungry.

"I see you've started without
me," Dad said, entering the room. He was now undressed, but he also kept his
work boots on and was sporting his familiar, pissed-stained jock. I love
that jock! I missed the musky smell of it, the dried piss stain and
man-scent odor of my Dad's big balls. Dad had some Gatorades in one hand,
and a new container of Crisco and poppers on the other. "Okay guys, let's
take a break."

"I thought we were taking a break!" I laughed. Uncle Tony
and Dad yowled in laughter also. Dad gave us the drinks and sat down to my
right; Uncle Tony sat to my left. "Boy -here is another lesson: breaks can
also be fun. They are for relaxing but also for getting your cunt open and
hungry." My legs were still raised from the floor, now flanking both of the
hot older brothers on each side. "Just because it's a break, doesn't mean we
can't tease you," Uncle Tony added. We watched the DVD in front of us,
making comments every now and then as one hot Dad got into another. "Man,
that Dad is fucking HOT!" I would say. While all of this was going on, Dad
would be drinking with one hand while his other hand was playing with my
ass, just teasing it, getting the lube mixed with his fingers. Uncle Tony
looked over and saw what was going on and got in the action. I spread my
legs wider as both Dad and Uncle Tony alternated between one finger, two
fingers, Uncle Tony, Dad, one finger, Uncle Tony, two fingers, Dad, then
both brothers putting one index finger inside of me, double-fingering me. I
was in heaven! I stretched over my Dad and placed my drink down on the side
table and grabbed the poppers. I took a deep, slow hit, then passed it to my
Dad, then to Uncle Tony. I sank down lower on the couch, my lubed ass cheeks
sliding on the playsheet so my ass was hanging just over the edge of the
couch. I could feel the poppers taking effect and spread my legs wider,
grabbing my ankles and lifting my legs and ass in the air.

"Man," I
exclaimed, spreading my legs wider, "I LOVE taking breaks!"

Uncle Tony and
Dad laughed with me and then they both placed their drinks down on the table
also. Then with both of them alternating with their greasy, thick
fingers...one finger sliding in, another going around my asslips, slowly
inserting a digit into my hungry Boy cunt...I was in double heaven! I
relaxed, sank back against the playsheet-covered couch and closed my eyes. I
visualized what was going on...another finger going in, while another set of
fingers at the same time pinching my asslips, closing in on the finger that
was going in, tightening my hole in a gentle way, loosening up on the
pinching as the finger got inside, then pinching my asslips again as the
finger pulled out. I couldn't tell who was doing what. I didn't care. I just
loved how it felt! Both Dad and Uncle Tony were making love with my hole.
Getting it all worked up, all hungry for both of them!

I felt Dad lean over
to me and started kissing me, his tongue slowly diving into my mouth, it's
firmness playing against my tongue, pushing it aside, getting his saliva
mixed with mine. While one hand was caressing my hole, his other hand
started pinching my right nipple. Hard. Soft. Release. Pinch. Release. Hard.
Soft. Meanwhile, Uncle Tony was rubbing my balls with his free hand, cupping
the left testicle, then the right, tossing it in his hand, feeling it's
weight bounce on his palm. Sometimes Uncle Tony would squeeze really hard!
The intensity of it was alarming! But then he'd release the pressure and I'd
feel his greasy, lubed palm sliding against by smooth balls. All the while,
his other hand's fingers were doing a dance around my asslips while Dad was
finger-fucking his Boy's cunt. Then Uncle Tony leaned over and started
biting my left nipple! Man - I was getting the full treatment! Uncle Tony
would grab my nipple with his upper and lower front teeth, just biting it
gently, the teeth just grabbing at the nipple, while the tip of his tongue
would flick at the edge of my tit. He did this fast and slow, tongue darting
left to right and then the other way around. Dad, at the same time was
running his index finger inside my hole, brushing against the top of the
asswalls, teasing my prostate, pushing against it, pulling it, pushing in.

"Boy-I can feel your cunt getting all hungry in there," Dad whispered. "You
feel THAT? His finger slid in, moving gently counterclockwise as it pushed
further in. "That's me loosening you up inside, teasing your hungry
pussy...making it want MORE."

"Oh yeah...Dad, give it to me..."

Then both
Dad and Uncle Tony pulled away from me. They both stared at my hole while
still alternating-while one would slide his finger in, another would be
teasing or pulling out. Uncle Tony got off the couch, sat on the playsheet
spreading down onto the floor, and positioned himself in front of my spread
legs. He reached over to his side for the can of Crisco my Dad brought over
earlier. He took a few globs of the grease and spread a coating evenly from
one hand to the other, from his fingertips past his wrists. "PUSH IT OUT,
BOY!" he yelled, startling me. Dad grabbed both of my nipples and squeezed
while I took a deep breath and exhaled. "Oh  Y E A H - that is one hungry
Boy cunt we got here!", Uncle Tony smiled.

"That's cuz he got proper
training..." Dad leaned over and thrust his tongue in my mouth. The he
pulled out and gave me a whiff of the poppers.

Uncle Tony inserted two
fingers from his left hand, pulling the left edge wall of my hungry hole.
Then he did the same with his right hand, pulling my ass apart even further.
I could feel the stretch, a little pinch at first. I inhaled a deep breath
and took a slow exhale. And then the poppers kicked in and I could feel my
body sink a few inches on the couch towards Uncle Tony and his penetrating
digits. "Yeah, that's it," Uncle Tony said, "ease into it."

I lay there,
completely relaxed. Dad held up my legs, spreading me wider to allow his
brother more access. Uncle Tony proceeded playing with my hole, teasing it,
stretching it, making it more relaxed, making it learn his fingers, his
size, the volume of his hands, his style of playing...making it hungry. We
played like this for awhile (I am losing track of time at this point), using
a two-handed technique that kept alternating in pattern, rhythm, stroke and
pressure. He would jab at the hole with two fingers from one hand and push
in slowly as far inside as it could go. Then he'd twirl the fingers inside,
rubbing against the inner walls gently, left to right, right to left, around
clockwise and counterclockwise. Then he'd slowly pull out and repeat with
the other hand. Uncle Tony would place both hands together, palm to palm in
prayer mode, then insert the eight combined fingers into my hole, just pass
the first ring. He would attempt this slowly, teaching my hole to accept the
wider mass, one slow millimeter at a time. We were in no rush so all this
attention on my ass was more than welcome. Dad kept feeding me poppers,
encouraging me, coaching me, instructing me to inhale/exhale at particular
points, choreographing my breathing with his brother's actions between my
legs. The two had a perfect rhythm. With the prayer mode in my ass, Uncle
Tony would then very, very slowly start moving the palms apart, creating
pressure on my hole as he stretched my hole, slowy-so slowly-side to side.
"Uhh...Fuck! Uncle Tony!"  My head rolls back again. "That feels FUCKIN'
INCREDIBLE!!!"

He looks up at me and smiles, the handlebar moustache edges
rising with his grin. He puckers his lips and smacks them at me, throwing me
a masculine air kiss. And then, with both hands still in the prayer mode in
my ass, starts to rock his hands side to side, spreading the palms apart at
the same time gently. While he is doing this, he is also inserting the hands
even further in my ass. With every motion in, he follows with the same
action in reverse, pulling out - but just a bit. And then, he pushes back
in, further. "Yeah, look at that!" Dad says, impressed with his brother's
technique. The hands are doing a slow dance in my ass and I am in bliss.

"I
think this Boy is ready," Uncle Tony announces. I can only moan in response,
content.

Uncle Tony pulls out, reaches over again for the Crisco, then
grabs the J Lube bottle and pours a generous coat on his left hand. His
thumb and fingers dance around each other, smearing the Crisco and mixing it
up with the J Lube. He extends his fingers out, curls his thumb tight
against his palm and slowly starts inserting it into my hungry, wide, open
hole. "Take some of this," Dad leans, feeding me poppers. He takes a hit
himself and Uncle Tony motions silently to his brother with a nudge from his
head, and Dad leans over and feeds his brother. I sink lower against the
couch, pushing the tips of his fingers into my Boy pussy. "Boy, you are
really something..." Uncle Tony points out, as he pours another generous
coating of J Lube with his free hand. He is holding the bottle of lubricant
high in the air; thin, clear, sticky streaks, trailing down to the space
between my balls and ass...the globs of lube running down my ass, the path
splitting up at the top of my ass, trailing around my uncle's hand as it
further coats his hand which is slowly sliding inside.

"More please!" I
plead to Dad who feeds me another whiff.

Between my legs, I am yearning. I
am wanting. I am opening. I am hungry.

The hand is getting in further; it
is just pass the knuckles at this point. Uncle Tony is sensing that he is
getting to the near-widest point of his hand, so he takes his time. He
leaves his hand resting inside, still, feeling me out, patient, waiting for
the signal when I am relaxed and stretched with his hand's invasion. Then
when he can feel the inner walls relax further, he pulls out just a bit,
then slowly thrusts the hand back in, past the point of it's previous
position, going further in. At this point, I feel so spread wide, so open
that there is no hesitation, no resistance from my hole. It just wants
it.

And in it goes. "WHOA!!!" Uncle Tony moans.

His hand is inside, I feel
myself relax, feeling full, complete, loved. His hand seems bigger than my
Dad's but just as comfortable inside. "Boy, you got me so fucking HARD!"
Uncle Tony announces. He pours more J Lube on his exposed wrist, then grabs
some Crisco with the free hand and smears it around, then coats my exterior
asslips. "Yeah, make it SLOPPY!," my inner pig requests. Uncle Tony laughs a
little and Dad squeezes my nipples. Uncle Tony then starts fucking my wide,
hungry Boy hole with his arm, the arm moving in slowly at first and then
gradually it picks up speed. At this point he is rocking inside and out in
my hole, going in further with every thrust, pulling out further with each
reverse movement. We rock like this for awhile, he plays with his pace, his
rhythm, getting my ass to accept his style of playing, learning his moves,
being a proper student. A whiff of poppers is exchanged all around.  I
breathe like I should. And then Uncle Tony can sense my openness inside and
slowly curls the tip of the four fingers, folding itself into the palm,
creating a ball with his hand inside my ass. "Take a deep breath, Boy," he
instructs. I do as I'm told and as I slowly exhale, he pulls out - but only
to the point right before the knuckles - the widest point. I can feel my ass
stretch pulling itself out along with his hand, the asslips stuck and
stretched to his hand. Dad leans over, takes a look at my asshole, then
looks at me, smiling. "Boy you have no idea how good that fucking cunt of
yours looks right now!" And then the hand goes back in again, a little
further in, then out, a little further out, stretching, stretching. Then in
again, thrusting deeper, then out again, stretching. Uncle Tony plays like
this for several minutes. His pace and stamina impresses me. I just go for
the ride, breathing, sinking into the turns and motions, eyes closed,
visualizing what is going on between my legs, inside my hole. Then Uncle
Tony's hand completely leaves my cavity, the stretch and contraction feel
INCREDIBLE. "Oh man," I moan, feeling temporarily empty, unfulfilled. But in
a second, the longing passes, as I exhale and feel Uncle Tony enter me
further, deeper. At this point I am so open that he is thrusting further
inside, stretching...stretching me. On his left arm, the ring of Crisco
grease rides further up his arm, aligning with the graphic parallel black
tattoo bars on his lower arm. He is looking at his tattoos, gauging my
ability, my graduation from one level to the next. He pulls out his hand
completely, then thrusts it back in. Slow at first, then gradually building
pace. At this point it is happening so fast that the sensation for me is one
of emptiness and fulfillment, one second to the next. Before I can guage the
sensation, it is in an opposite mode. Empty. Filled. Empty. Filled. Dad has
his hot Daddy dick pulled out of his jock and is jerking off slowly,
enjoying the show. The punch fisting continues for several minutes until
Uncle Tony can sense my inner walls contract a bit. So he stops, rests his
hand inside, still balled up into a fist, keeps it stationary for a minute
or so. Dad feeds me another whiff. I quickly release and relax, and Uncle
Tony senses the difference then starts nudging the balled fist inside,
rolling it in a circular pattern along with tiny thrusts back and forth,
almost like kneading my inner walls. "Oh FUCK YEAH!" I shout out to both of
them. Uncle Tony does this for several more minutes, now getting further
inside me. He glances at his tattoos, impressed that the grease ring is now
past the sixth parallel bar.

"Ummm..." Uncle Tony grins at me. And then he
stops, leaves his arm deep inside my hole, still. "Take a deep, deep
breath," he instructs me, softly. I do as I'm told and he slowly starts to
withdraw, one half inch at a time. His arm glides out smoothly, no
resistance or tightness on my part. And then I feel the widest part, he
pauses, most of his arm now outside by wide hole, leaves it there for a
minute, again makes a circular motion with his balled fist, thrusting in
just ever so slightly, then with the hand in a reverse movement, pulls
out.

"Time for another break," Uncle Tony announces. I look up at Dad and
exhale a big breath.

Dad get up, leans over and grabs the Gatorade and
passes it to Uncle Tony and I. I gulp half the bottle in a few minutes,
thirsty and drained (for the moment). Uncle Tony sits up from the floor and
joins me on the couch, pulling me up, toward his chest as my head collapses
on the coating of salt and pepper hair that blankets his hard chest. I take
a large whiff of his scent, lick his nipple a little. Uncle Tony inserts two
fingers in my ass and gives me kiss.

"Oh man, I   L O V E   breaks!" I
say, as the fingers tickle my asslips.


TO BE CONTINUED in Chapter 4

"How you doin' Boy?" Uncle Tony leans into me, kisses me, then
pulls back, checking his nephew out.

"I feel great," I say slowly,
twitching my ass a little as Uncle Tony slowly pushes his two large fingers
in and out of my spent hole. I am practically lying on his lap, spent (for
the moment), legs spread open, relaxing. Uncle Tony continues playing
lightly with my hole, caressing it, teasing it, loving it, making it hungry.
He does this for awhile, just slow, rhythmic patterns, changing his fingers
from two at a time to just a single digit. "I love taking breaks," I repeat
again.

Dad is sitting on the floor now, facing me, smoking one of his
cigars, taking the smoke slowly then bringing his mouth near my right nipple
and exhaling the warm, pungent exhale of smoke against my tit as he bites it
just ever so slightly.

"Y E A H ," Uncle Tony moans at both of us, his
middle finger just brushing against the outside of my engorged pussy lips.
I'm moaning along with him as Dad pushes away from my chest and takes
another slow drag off his cigar.

We stay like this for awhile. I'm not
keeping count of time, I'm too far gone just being in the moment. On the TV
monitor, the dvd is almost over as the orgy of hot Dads continue to assault
each other's hot holes in one position after the next. Dad is stroking his
dick thru his piss-yellow stained jocks. Under my head I can feel Uncle
Tony's firm tool also. I am the only one not playing with my dick. I'm too
content just having my ass teased by my uncle.

"Your hole hungry for more
action now?" Uncle Tony asks with two fingers probing inside.

"Uhh..." I
moan back in reply. "Yeah, please."

"OK BOY! Then get your hungry ass up!"
Uncle Tony barks, almost startling me.

Dad gets up from the floor and lifts
me, helping me up by grabbing my arms and pulling me off his brother. I
stand up and stretch my arms over my head, take a deep breath and do a slow
stretch, lifting my feet off the floor for a few seconds, resting on my
toes. It feels good to stretch, to straighten out, to get ready for more
action. I exhale as I come down to the ground.

"Grab my bag there Boy!",
Uncle Tony commands and I do as I'm told. I hand it to him and he fishes
inside for something, then hands me a DVD disc marked only with  "FF vol 3"
rendered in a thick, black sharpie scribbling.  "Here - put THIS on! I'm
tired of your Dad's porn - time for some of mine! And I do mean MINE!  This
is some REAL SHIT!" he winks at my Dad, and I'm not really sure I get it. I
lean forward with the disc in front of the DVD player, get down on my fours
while I eject the previous disc and insert Uncle Tony's. Meanwhile Uncle
Tony has stood up and is doing some insertion of his own. "Yeah, nice to see
you in this position, " he offers, a finger slides in, feels its way inside
my hungry, wide open hole as I try to maneuver thru the remote control to
start the disc. Finally it starts, no FBI warning, no fetish announcement
text scrolling through the screen, nothing but just a tight close up of some
guys ass spread open sitting on some furniture except there's no seat. The
saturation is somewhat poor and the image is just a bit grainy and the
lighting isn't the most complimentary, but the spread ass is something to
behold. It's nice and open.

And so am I.

"Ok, I think I have an idea," I
hear Dad behind us now standing behind the couch, putting his cigar out on
the ashtray, still stroking his dick. "Why don't we all get back here-behind
the couch?" Uncle Tony and I look back and stand up alongside Dad. "Help me
with this," he looks at us, and we all grab the vinyl playsheet as Dad
motions, sliding it away from the floor, pulling it toward us, and now
covering most of the couch, draping over the backrest and over the back
side. "BOY!," Dad yells, "stand over here." I do as I'm instructed and stand
between my Dad on my left, Uncle Tony on my right, all three of us facing
the backside of the couch. Uncle Tony is smearing his hands with Crisco,
rubbing his fingers from one hand to the other, coating all his digits with
grease. Dad has the poppers and feeds me, "Take a big hit. Yeah. And
another, slower this time Boy!" I do as I'm told as I feel Uncle Tony insert
one of his fingers up my hole. "Ok, Boy - now lean forward onto the couch,"
he pushes me from behind, gently and slowly, guiding me. I am now draping
over the backrest of the couch, my abdomen and chest sliding on the slick
vinyl playsheet directly under me. As I slide down, my ass and legs are
lifted off the ground so that my legs are now sticking up in the air with my
ass just at the edge of the backside of the couch where you would have your
head if you were sitting in a normal position. I bring my arms forward then
fold them over the edge of the seat of the couch and rest my head to one
side on my folded arms. "How you feeling Boy?" Dad inquires. "Ohh..." I
moan, feeling the poppers take effect as Uncle Tony finger fucks me.

"I
feel great," I reply, eyes closed.

Dad reaches over and gives me the bottle
of poppers. "I want you to take control of that yourself, Boy. You hear
me!?" My eyes open and I see the vitamin jar in front of my face. I grab it
with my nearest hand. "Yes SIR!" I reply obediently. "Now you take hits
whenever I tell you-make sure they are slow and long hits."  He reaches
behind his brother and grabs some grease and coats both of his hands and
forearms. Uncle Tony is grabbing the J-lube bottle and smiles at my Dad. Dad
grabs my upper thighs and with a little bit of pressure, pulls my legs
apart. "OK BOY!" he yells at me, "take a HIT!" I do as instructed...long,
slow, deep inhales from the poppers, my left nostril first, then the right.
Dad has four fingers from his left hand caressing my left ass cheek, then he
slides it toward my hungry hole and slowly cups it in, transitioning in
perfectly from cheek into my cunt. "Uhh..." I moan back in return. I feel
his right hand do the same with four fingers again until they are all
inside. With his eight fingers in, he slowly and very gently grabs at my
hole from the left and from the right and spreads my pussy apart. I can feel
the stretch, but there is no pain, only this numbing pleasure. "Oh yeah,
BOY!" Dad is growling, a hint of pride in his voice, "spread it wide for
DADDY!" I take a deep breath and close my eyes and visualize my hole,
getting it bigger inside my head, bigger for Dad.

"And don't forget your
UNCLE!" Uncle Tony shouts. And with that commanding voice behind me I feel a
new sensation of a thick liquid being poured into my deep hole. Uncle Tony
is holding the J-lube bottle about a foot over my ass, aiming for it up in
the air, as he squeezes the plastic bottle, with one greased hand. A trail
of thick, gooey, clear liquid is drooling from the nipple of the bottle and
towards my hole. "Yeah, fill up your nephew's fucking cunt!" Dad encourages
his brother. Uncle Tony continues to squeeze the bottle as more of the thick
J-lube enters my ass, some of it misses its mark and smears my Dad's
fingers, still holding my hole apart. The J-lube accumulates in my hole
until it is filled and spills out of my ass, dripping around my asscheeks
and balls. Uncle Tony puts the bottle down and inserts his two thick fingers
in the hole in between my Dad's. As he pushes in, some of the lube is pushed
out. My Dad removes his right hand as Uncle Tony inserts another two fingers
to replace it. Dad pushes in, sliding over his brother's knuckles. I feel it
go deep, just a bit, but so smooth and silk-like. Then Dad pulls out
slightly then Uncle Tony goes in for his turn. "Oh fuck, that feels great,"
I moan back. They continue in unison, taking turns, one brother to the next.


"Another Boy!" Dad yells and I do as I'm told, shaking the poppers
bottle.

Uncle Tony pulls out, Dad goes in, fingers aiming in entry, fist
following. I moan slowly with each insertion, from my father to my uncle.
Dad pushes in, traipsing in slowly, getting the tip of long finger probing
deeper into my open, hungry hole. Then he pulls out, slowly and pausing to a
creeping pace as the widest part of his hand stretches my hole. "Yeah, look
at that Boy's hole get bigger!" Uncle Tony claims, excited. Then Dad's hand
pulls out, and as I breathe a long exhale, Uncle Tony is going in, repeating
his brother's steps, inching in deeper than my father. And then he pulls
out, also pausing at the widest part of his hand, then going in just a half
inch, then pulling out another half inch, stretching,
stretching...stretching my hole even more. "Fuck Boy! Your hole is getting
so fucking HUGE!" My Dad yells, proudly. Dad enters as Uncle Tony pulls out.
This continues for several minutes. I am losing track of time. Time is
inessential at this point with my eyes closed, my mind visualizing the
brotherly assault, the sensation in my ass switching from Dad to Uncle Tony.
The pace is building so at this point I don't even know which hand is going
in, going out, going in.

"Take another long hit," Dad instructs. I do as
I'm told. Behind me I feel some grease slapping my asshole with a finger
probing, smearing more inside. "Do some more," Dad adds and I obey.

Dad
inserts his hand, fingers pointing in. My hole takes his hand without
complaint as it glides in easily. He pauses once he is past his wrist,
leaving his hand still. And then I feel a fullness as I sense Dad is rolling
his fingers in his palm, making a fist inside my very open hole. Dad pulls
out, the knuckles of his fist facing up, pausing at the widest part of his
hand before he pulls out, stretching my hole even more with the extra width
of the fist. He pushes in slightly, I moan, then he pulls out fast.
"Aghhh...." I am in ecstasy with the sensation of the stretch, the rapid
pull-out, the vast emptiness that cries to be fed. And before I can complete
my moan, Dad's hand - still balled into a fist - punches into my hole
quickly. The sudden entry feels amazing, resetting the emptiness from a
moment earlier. Dad repeats the process, pulls out slightly, pushes in
slightly again, the pulls out rapidly with the wide fist making my hole
stretch even more open. And before it can contract, his fist enters again
and repeats its dance. After the third retreat, I feel a wider entry. "My
turn," Uncle Tony announces, in that commanding voice. I do another hit of
the poppers in anticipation. I can sense the stretch is a little bit wider.
The poppers kicks in and I can feel my hole get even more wider. He follows
in Dad's steps, going in, pausing for a moment at the wide point, pushing in
an inch and pulling out slowly then rapidly. Then back in again, his fist
just pounding into my hungry hole. He does this several times, then Dad
takes a turn for a single thrust, then Uncle Tony repeats, then Dad. The
brothers share my hole every other turn as my ass just takes it, no protest,
no complaint, just a wide, open, inviting hungry Boy hole. "Fucking HOT!"
both Dad and Uncle Tony yell out in unison.

They both piston fuck me for
several minutes. Again, I am not keeping track of time or thrusts. As one
fist goes in and out, it is replaced with another. I can feel my hole
stretch so wide at this point that there is nothing but simple ease in each
fist's entry. It is smooth and effortless with no restriction. I am moaning
and rolling my head from side to side on the vinyl playsheet, licking my
forearm folded in front of my head.

Dad has his fist inside me. He pauses.
I feel his fingers unroll, folding out from the palm, extending itself out,
the index and middle fingers first, then the two smaller fingers so now his
hand is pointing into my hole. He pauses again for a moment and then shifts
his hand slowly from left to right, the knuckles teasing the top walls of my
cunt, sliding along, a little pressure here, a little pressure there. I hear
a little movement behind me between my legs as Uncle Tony shifts position.
And I feel something else start to invade me. At first I think it is more of
Uncle Tony's fingers, maybe his hand sliding alongside my Dad's. And then I
realize it is his thick cock.

I immediately grab the poppers bottle and
feed myself. Uhhh......

Uncle Tony's fat dick slowly starts sliding
alongside his brother's stationary arm. The head squeezes into my hole, no
restriction there after that punchfucking duo action from earlier. "YEAH
BOY!" Uncle Tony is all excited and impressed, "take that like the fucking
PIG BOY that you are!" Dad's hands stays still as more and more of his
brother's thick cock slides in slowly into my hole, inch by inch. "Oh
yeah..." Dad adds in. He is just as impressed as his brother. After a
moment, Uncle Tony is fully inside, his thick bush at his crotch married my
Dad's wrist at the edge of my hole, creating one family unit. I feel a minor
movement inside me and I realize that Dad is turning his hand to its side,
counterclockwise so his palm is facing his brother's thick tool to its side.
More movement, a feeling of enlargement inside me, not quite sure what is
happening. And then I feel Uncle Tony fucking me slowly while Dad's hand is
stationary. "Oh brother - that feels so FUCKING INTENSE!!!" Uncle Tony
screams. He continues to fuck me slowly, slowly, and I feel a slow shift
inside me and then I realize my Dad is grabbing Uncle Tony's fat cock from
inside me while he fucks not just my hole-but Dad's hand-who is jerking him
off inside my cunt! "Yeah, just keep it there," Uncle Tony is instructing my
Dad, "a little tighter, yeah, yeah...YEAH!!!"  I take a deep breath and then
contract my ass muscles, tightening it's hold on both my Dad and Uncle Tony.
"Oh yeah Boy!" Dad moans, in encouragement. Uncle Tony continues to fuck
both my hole and Dad's hand, going faster, slower, then faster and faster. I
stretch and contract my ass as he plunges in. "Uhh...uh..." Uncle Tony is
groaning...And then he pushes in hard, just the edge of his crotch slapping
against my ass as he pounds hard against me.

"OH FUCK YEAH!!!!" Uncle Tony
screams, pumping his seed into me.

He stays motionless, while Dad holds
his dick, both still inside my huge hole. I can hear Uncle Tony's breathing,
from rapid to slower to normal. "Man, that was some family bonding," he
chuckles. Uncle Tony pulls out and a feeling of some emptiness is left but
soon replaced with my Dad's hand, turning inside me, no doubt smearing my
Uncle's load all over my insides, coating my ass walls as he pulls out.
Slowly, slowly, giving me that delicious stretch.

"Okay, time for another
break Boy!" Dad says as both Dad and Uncle Tony pull me up from the couch,
both strong men holding me on each side until I regain my composure and
balance, my head still a little dizzy from the poppers and the pounding my
ass has taken. Dad grabs me and plants a big wet kiss. Then Uncle Tony pulls
me over to him and does the same, brushing the handlebar moustache over my
wet lips. Both men are finger-fucking me at the same time with their index
fingers as they take turns kissing me. I fucking love breaks!

Both Dad and
Uncle Tony sit back on the couch. I sit on the floor between them, fingering
my hole, keeping it ready. Uncle Tony's homemade FF DVD is still playing on
the monitor, two hot guys getting double-fisted from one lucky top. Dad and
Uncle Tony both light cigars, Uncle Tony jerks his dick, now hard again from
the action on the TV. Dad motions for me and I get his signal and suck his
Dad dick. Uncle Tony leans over a little to the side to allow me more room;
he moves one leg up on the couch, spreading his legs. I continue to suck
Dad's dick, his hand on the top of my head, stroking my close-cropped hair.
"Yeah..." Dad moans, "make your Dad feel good!" I do as I'm told, bobbing up
and down, sucking, swallowing, savoring it's thickness inside my piggy
mouth. After several minutes, Dad erupts in my mouth and I take as much as I
can, but some of it escapes, leaking out of the side of my mouth.

"You've
taught this one well, " Uncle Tony says to Dad, in between a drag from his
cigar.

They both smile and laugh. I'm about to lick off my Dad's cum that
is dripping from the side of my mouth until Uncle Tony sees what I am up to.
"Hold on Boy!" he commands, again, that voice. He spreads his legs wider and
slides down the couch a few inches, moving his torso up a bit so his ass is
exposed from the seat, his hole visible. "Why don't you kiss your Uncle's
ass and smear some of your Dad's seed on my hole." He winks at me. "Then
lick your Dad's cum off my hole."

I do as I'm told as I approach Uncle
Tony's hole. I am amazed at how big it is, how the folds of his uncle hole
are varied and extended, like some very experienced ass. I lose my thought
as my lips start devouring my Uncle's hot ass, my tongue getting it all wet
and slippery as his hole opens up, winking for his Boy.

CONTINUED ON
LESSONS FROM MY FISTING DAD Chapter 5.
LESSONS FROM MY FISTING DAD Chapter 5

It has been months since that hole-pounding visit by Uncle Tony. I haven't
seen him since that visit. We got reacquainted after his week-long visit
with Dad and I. I hadn't seen him since I was a young teen. We more than
made up for those lost years with a lot of assplay. One lesson I learned
from his visit is that everyone has a different style of playing with
ass. And with Uncle Tony's bigger hands, that different sensation was
sorely missed.

Uncle Tony extended an invitation for me to visit, especially with Dad
working on the road so much. There was no protest from Dad, he was actually
pushing me to visit his brother since we all got closer. Plus, I have to
admit, I was not only lonely at home being alone most of the time, but
super horny! Dad would be on the road for weeks at a time with his road
gigs. So I did miss him. But I was also starting to miss Uncle Tony. I
missed his moustache, his big, hefty body, his unshaven chest hair, his
thick Uncle cock, his big paws. So here I was driving, trying not to get
lost following my Googlemap instructions. The drive was about three hours
away to another city. I had a couple of days off from my part-time job and
it was a long holiday, so college classes were on break giving me a perfect
excuse to accept my uncle's invitation.

Finally, I made it. I turned into his road, a cul-de-sac with his house at
the end. It was in suburban-style development but his house only had
neighboring homes beside it with nothing in the back except what looked
like a park. I parked my car on his driveway and honked. I was so excited
to finally be here! I was half-hard thru my jeans, my palms sweating a
little. I walked up to his front door and rang the bell. After a moment,
the door opened and there was Uncle Tony wearing nothing but white boxers
and a smile under that thick, salt and pepper, handlebar moustache. "Come
on in, Boy!", he greeted, giving me a kiss as he closed the door behind
us. I dropped my backpack on the floor. Uncle Tony leaned forward, grabbing
me close. "Welcome," he said, squeezing me to his frame, planting a wet
kiss on my lips. I hugged him tight and he hugged tighter. The masculine
embrace felt so hot that I got even harder! I could feel my precum leaking
out as Uncle Tony's tongue danced inside my mouth. He kissed different than
my Dad. Dad was more aggressive and harder, Uncle Tony was soft and
embracing. I admired the difference and gave him my tongue back, our saliva
mixing. I could smell that he had been smoking cigars. The scent was
strong, maybe too strong, but not distasteful. I kinda liked it actually. I
rolled my tongue over his, then on his teeth, and his upper mouth, savoring
the flavor. His thick handlebar moustache brushed against my nose and I
could sense the scent of his cigar. I got harder and leaked even more.

"Someone's glad to be here, huh?" Uncle Tony teased, his hand squeezing my
bulge.

"Why don't we go in, relax..." Uncle Tony pulled away from me and with one
hand holding mine, led me into his home. He offered me a beer and I
accepted. We sat down in his den, which was dark with wood-paneled
walls. Outside in the back yard, through a window, I caught a glimpse of a
pool and a deck covered in roofing with some odd furniture covered in black
vinyl (like my Dad's playsheet back home, I thought to myself). The
"furniture" was suspended from the roof rafters with heavy chain metal. I
sat down on the couch, beer in hand while Uncle Tony sat in a large club
chair to my right. On the opposite wall from us was a flat screen TV with
some porn playing. I recognized right away that this was one of Uncle
Tony's home made fisting porn, after seeing a few of them that he had
brought when he visited Dad and I months before. I loved these DVDs! They
were hot! Complete strangers, young and old, all body types, just real MEN!
And lots of hot Dads! The scenes were unstaged, non-choreographed, just
real piggy men getting nasty with all kinds of assplay. We made small talk
about school, my job, Dad, stuff like that. But it was kind of hard having
a conversation with all the action going on in the TV monitor. Uncle Tony
lit a cigar and spread his legs, just slightly. From the corner of my eye,
I could see that the left side of his boxer shorts was loose so I could see
up inside them. He scratched at himself after he caught my gaze and with
his hand, pulled up his shorts material up his leg about an inch or so,
teasing me with a grin on his face. I could now see the tip of his cock
head peek out and it was getting hard. Uncle Tony took a drag from his
cigar and smiled, pretending not to notice the attention of my gaze. He
moved his left leg wider again, allowing me more exposure to drink in with
my eyes.

"You want a taste of this?" Uncle Tony motioned, pulling the boxer short
material even further up. His thick tool peaked out even more.

"Yes, please," I replied, putting my beer down.

Uncle Tony took another drag off his cigar and without speaking, motioned
with his head for me to come over. I knelt down at his feet and gazed at
what was in front of me. His thick thighs were spread and covered in fur,
not as thick as on his abdomen and chest, but still impressive. I rubbed
both my hands slowly up and down his thighs, squeezing them firmly, feeling
his muscles. He was so hot and masculine! I was in a dream. This is what I
drove out here for, I told myself, smiling. His cock bounced up and down,
teasing me. But I didn't want to touch it just yet, I wanted to savor my
own nervous anticipation. I ran both of my hands up his abdomen, then on
his pecs, grabbing his massive nipples which were swollen with
excitement. I squeezed them both in unison, then released and squeezed the
left first, released, then the right. Uncle Tony moaned silently, head
pulled back, eyes closed with a whiff of smoke hanging above his shaved
head. He looked so hot like that! I felt so lucky having such a hot Dad and
a hotter Uncle!!! I was going to enjoy this visit!

I brought my hands down from his chest and rested my head on his crotch
with my face turned sideways just staring at his cock head, pulling itself
out from under the boxer shorts material. With my right hand, I pulled the
material back exposing more of the massive uncle meat. It too was leaking
precum so I brought my face closer and with my tongue, traced it over his
cock head, slowly lapping up his uncle seed. Uncle Tony moaned again and
his cock jumped a bit, almost escaping from my mouth. Behind us the TV
monitor moaned as nameless men got their holes filled with nameless arms. I
started kissing Uncle Tony's cock and then opened wider to get his thick
head in. He moaned some more and I started swallowing his thick tool. I ran
my head down, his dick disappearing quickly. It felt hot and heavy, thick
with its weight, hard and ready. I loved it! It was about as long as my
Dad's cock (size must run in the family), but definitely thicker. I just
went down as much as I could without gagging, sucking away to create a
vacuum. With his free hand, Uncle Tony grabbed my head, stroking my
short-cropped hair, back and forth, like a master to an obedient pet. "Yeah
that feels so good, Boy," he almost whispered, softly. I continued with his
encouragement and went up and down on his shaft, getting it slick with my
saliva, getting it harder and tight. We were at it for a good ten to
fifteen minutes when I could sense he was getting close...that tenseness of
the shaft, the dick getting firm and harder...but before I could finish, he
grabbed my head and pulled me off.

"OK. That's enough Boy!" he said, firm and in that commanding voice. I
wasn't sure if I had done something wrong, a sorry look on my face. Uncle
Tony pulled me up and gave me a long wet kiss, tasting his cock in my
mouth. "I don't want to come just yet, " he said looking into my
eyes. "Plus we still have few more lessons for you this evening."

I felt my dick press harder against my jeans.

Uncle Tony stood up, put out his cigar, then dropped his boxers to reveal
his thick dick surrounded by a silver, metal cock ring. He grabbed my shirt
from the bottom and pulled it off me and then unbuttoned my jeans as I
kicked off my sneakers. He helped me take off my jeans and socks until I
stood before him, stark naked. "Man, you are one hot nephew," he
grinned. "My brother did some GOOD!" He was all proud and grabbed my hand
again, leading me out of the den.

"OKAY time to clean up."

He led me to his master bathroom. Inside was a large custom walk-in shower
with two shower heads at each end. In the middle was a large drain. On both
shower heads, there were identical shower shot attachments with the long
snake-like-coil leading to the phallic-shaped shot that you'd insert into
your hole for a cleaning-just like we had at home. Except Uncle Tony's
shower shot was different. At home we had a metal, phallic tube to clean
inside your ass, about six inches long. Uncle Tony's had a long, thin,
black rubber phallic tube, about 18" long. I was already hard just seeing
it. Uncle Tony smiled, "I thought you'd like that, Boy."

We both walked into the shower; it was like a small room.

"Here's your first lesson, Boy," Uncle Tony started. He turned on the water
for the shower shot nearest him. "This is not like the contraption you have
at home. I used to have that also but a friend," he paused for a moment,
smiling to himself, "introduced me to these." He held the long rubber tube
with his hand as water poured out of it's snout at the end. "And I like
this a lot better." He smiled again, adjusting the water flow. "Ok: first
thing with this is since they are so long, you can insert more of it up
your upper colon. This allows you a really deep cleaning. Trust me, it will
shave some time off your preparations. The trick though is to make sure the
temperature is mild and warm-not hot-and that the pressure isn't too
strong," he instructed, further adjusting the water flow. The water was now
coming out of the shot end at a slow pace, not gushing out, not trickling
either but somewhere in between. "See with this - you insert it in
slowly. Don't be greedy and shove it all up your hole now!" He made a hole
with his index finger and thumb from his free hand and inserted the shaft
tube into it, giving me a visual demonstration. "After you have it in there
past the sphincter, the water flow will enlarge your colon naturally. Then
you can insert more of the shaft further up. And be slow about it, Boy! You
don't want to injure that precious hole there." And with that last line,
one of his fingers teased my hole by tickling it.

He aimed the shot at me, water gushing on my erection.

"How's that feel? Too hot? Too cold?" He looked at me, stroking his thick,
uncle cock.

"Nah...that feels just right," I replied.

"Alright then. See behind you - grab that lube in that recessed shelf by
that wall to your left." I did as I was told. "And that other bottle to
it's right, that's..."

"...poppers," I completed his sentence. I recognized the bottle container
immediately and my dick bounced up and down, anxious.

"Ok - smear some of that lube on this rubber shot," Uncle Tony handed me
the long black tube and I did as I was told, anxious for my cleaning to
start. "Now squeeze more of that lube onto your palm," he continued with
the lesson, "...and rub it on my ass."

WHAT?

Uncle Tony leaned closer, grabbed my hand that was greased with the lube
and directed it to his ass. I couldn't help but start rubbing the lube
around his hot uncle ass. He was just as excited as I was, I could feel his
asshole pucker up as I touched it with the lube, all slippery and wet.

"Fuck yeah, Boy! That feels good." I looked at him puzzled. He grinned back
at me. "I've been getting ready myself, waiting the last few hours for you,
Boy." He smiled at me, then gave me a friendly wink. "I'm actually quite
clean already but just wanted to give you a final demo to conclude your
lesson." And with that, Uncle Tony grabbed the poppers, unscrewed the cap,
fed me, fed himself, screwed the cap back on, planted me a deep kiss then
released me, turned around, leaned over, grabbed both of his cheeks with
both hands, and spread the mounds of hot uncle ass flesh wide. "Fuck your
uncle with that rubber shot Boy!"

Whoa.

My head was spinning, not just from the poppers but the complete turnaround
of roles. I was not expecting THIS from my visit.


I did as I was told. I slowly inserted the tube into Uncle Tony's hot
asshole. I hadn't seen this since months before when I rimmed him after
getting punchfucked by both him and Dad. That rimming was incredible! He
had such a great hole, so luscious and responsive to my tongue bath. It was
not like Dad's hole who always seemed oblivious to my tongue when he
allowed me to eat his ass out. And now here it was again: Uncle Tony's
hole, surrounded by dark, short hairs, all wet from the shower, glistening
with lube, puckered and expanded, super excited and fucking hot! My dick
leaked precum like the rubber shaft leaked water. I brought the black shaft
tip to his hole. It went in with ease and slid in an inch without any
problem. "Ohh..." Uncle Tony moaned. "Yeah, that's it, Boy. Just go in
slow," I did as I was told, inserting it another four inches. "Yeah just
leave it there for a moment." Uncle Tony stayed in position, back bent down
with his head near his knees, hands still spreading his massive ass for
me. After a moment he let go of his ass and brought his hands to his legs,
crossing them under his thick thighs to balance himself. "OK : now push it
in further, slowly, slowly..." I was following his instructions as inch by
inch, the black tube disappeared into my uncle's hot, hungry hole. Wow!
Fucking shit! This was something amazing to see! I'd never seen it from
this perspective as I'd always be on the receiving end. After less than a
minute the tube-all 18" of it-had now been completely swallowed by Uncle
Tony's talented hole! Shit! I guess ass skills run in the family!

Uncle Tony was taking long, deep, slow breaths. With one hand, he was
rubbing his abdomen, clockwise then counterclockwise. He kept at this for a
minute or so.

"OK : now take it out." He instructed. I did as I was told. I held the
rubber shaft with one hand, pointing to the floor. "OK Boy, pay
attention. Every body is different, every ass is different. Me - I like it
this way. It works for me. Not to say this is how you should clean out like
this. But it doesn't hurt." He stayed in the same position, again the hands
crossed under his thighs. "You see this way, the water gets in deep, so
it's less cleaning, less time. Just take deep breaths and let the water do
its magic. And of course," he looked over at me, "...you have to relax.

"Feed me," he instructed, firm, in that commanding voice. I understood and
positioned the poppers bottle under each nostril then took my
turn. "Ahh...YEAH!" he groaned. He stayed again in that same
position. "Play with my hole, Boy!" I was surprised by his command but I
wasn't exactly unwilling either. I poured a little lube on my left palm and
rubbed it again on his hole. Man was that hot! It was quivering, the lips
puckering in and out, almost winking at me. I couldn't tell if it was from
my touch or anticipation of releasing all that water pressure. "OH YEAH
BOY!!! THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!" Uncle Tony was almost shouting now. I
rubbed his ass some more then took some liberty and inserted my index
finger into his hole. "AHHH YEAH!!!!!" Uncle Tony was obviously not
protesting as some water leaked out, not too much, just a little. I slid in
my middle finger. Again, a little water poured out but Uncle Tony kept a
tight grip on my digits as he continued to moan. I pulled my fingers in and
out, slowly, slowly, fucking my hot uncle's hotter ass. I couldn't believe
I was doing this! His moans were only encouraging me further so I poured
more lube on my hand and inserted my third finger, then my little
pinky. Shit! I almost had my entire teenage hand inside Uncle Tony!!!

"Feed me some poppers, Boy!" Uncle Tony moaned. I did as I was told and
took a hit myself. Under us, the tiles were wet and slick from the warm
water still pouring out of the rubber shaft resting on the floor.

"Now feed me..." Uncle Tony started breathing slowly, taking deep breaths,
"...MORE!"

I understood and pulled out my four fingers a little, curled my thumb into
my palm and pushed into Uncle Tony's hungry hole. Slowly at first, and then
I realized I needn't be so cautious as I was obviously dealing with an
experienced MAN here and my hand was much smaller than his. And without any
real effort or resistance, my hand just disappeared into my uncle's cavity.

"YEAH BOY!!!!" Uncle Tony screamed. "FUCK YEAH!!!"

WHOA.

Like... W H O A!

MAN!!! What a fucking intense feeling to get my hand up my hot Uncle Tony's
ass!!! Inside, it felt incredible! The warm water was still up his colon so
from what I could sense with my fingers it felt like a "room" that was wide
and open - especially with the water ballooning inside his lower colon. My
hand seemed to be floating inside some vast, liquid space. The asswalls
were barely touching my teenage hand! It was like some spaceship in a vast
empty universe! I couldn't believe I was doing this!!! Holy fuck!

I kept my hand stationary for a moment and then Uncle Tony started moving
around, pushing back towards me, fucking my teenage hand! His hole was
still tight at the end, so as to not release any water. What a fucking
talented Uncle! He rocked slowly back and forth, moaning all the while,
riding my thin, toned arm. I poured more lube around my wrist and forearm,
put the lube aside and rubbed the remaining lube around his asslips
eliciting further moans from my uncle.

I took my cues from him and started fucking him with my hand. I knew what I
LIKED when Dad and Uncle Tony played with my ass so I returned the favor. I
pulled my hand, pulling him with me, pausing at the widest part of my hand
by the first knuckle of the thumb. His hole got wider in front of me,
pushing out, forming a tight grip on my hand. It was an incredible sight!
No wonder Dad gets off on doing this!!! I pushed in a few inches as some
water leaked out, then pulled back again, amazed at how his hole would
contract and expand. I did it again and was again impressed. I repeated
this over and over as Uncle Tony kept moaning with encouragement.

Fuck it was hot! The sight of Uncle Tony's muscular ass clenching my fist
was something to behold! I always got off on the visual of the hand
disappearing inside a man's asshole from the porn fisting DVDs. But seeing
it for REAL-with MY hand-in MY Uncle's ass-was something else! I was rock
hard as I started fucking my Uncle's ass. My hand would go in, deeper and
deeper, several inches past the wrist. Then it would pull out, spreading
his ass, making it bigger and bigger. I would never completely pull out so
the water remained warm and full inside Uncle Tony. "Fuck! Uncle Tony this
is so fucking HOT!!!!" I was ecstatic.

Uncle Tony stood up straight and looked over at me, smiling. "Okay, Boy,"
he instructed, "now take your hand out and stay right there." I did as I
was told. As my hand slowly started to pull out and stretch his ass,
gravity was having an effect with the water cascading out. I pulled out
completely and Uncle Tony turned a little, bent forward slightly and
released the warm, clean water all over my chest and lower body! Fuck-that
felt incredible! It looked even hotter watching all that water force itself
out of his wide, open hole!

I was jerking off, super excited.

"Okay, Boy...your turn." Uncle Tony turned around, grabbed me and assisted
lifting me up from the floor. Once we were head to head, he grabbed me with
one of his strong arms and embraced me tightly, forcing his tongue deep
inside my mouth. Oh man, that was intense! With one hand of mine, I
instinctively went for his asshole, fingering it, teasing it, running my
finger clockwise around the rim, still feeling the moistness of the liquid
that had just been inside. I love it when Dad does this to me so I figured
Uncle Tony would enjoy it too. He squeezed me harder and thrust his tongue
deeper, moaning even more. My ass teasing was obviously having its effect.

"Uhmmm...Boy, that feels incredible," Uncle Tony said, pulling away
slightly from me. "Okay. Your turn," he slapped my ass. "Let's get that
cute nephew ass cleaned out."

After about an hour, my ass was completely clean. Uncle Tony was right: the
long rubber shower shot and it's deep cleaning really sped the process. Of
course I never complained since cleaning out was always part of the erotic
thrill for me (check out Chapter 2 for a reminder). Uncle Tony was also
into it, kissing me, playing with my ass, rubbing my stomach while I was
filled with water, being intimate throughout the experience. I loved it.

He led me out of the large bathroom and into another room. At first I
thought it was the garage, but it wasn't (at least not anymore). Instead it
was a large playroom. I instantly recognized it from some of the homemade
fisting DVDs that Uncle Tony had made copies for Dad and I to view and
enjoy. Around me were several types of slings, a large 12' x 12'
vinyl-covered padded wrestling mat about a foot off the floor, and mirrors
everywhere from the walls to the ceiling, strategically placed for maximum
viewing. The room reeked of sex. I was instantly hard.

"Wow." That was all I could say, impressed and turned on.

Uncle Tony grinned.

"Come over here, Boy," he motioned me over to one corner of the garage. My
hard-on led the way. Uncle Tony was standing by one of the leather slings,
with chains suspended from the garage ceiling. Above the sling was a
full-length mirror, mounted at a slight angle. "Get your pretty little ass
up here for your Uncle to enjoy." I did as I was told and swung up on to
the sling, seeing my reflection above me, a huge smile of excitement
painted on my face. "Scoot over a little towards me," Uncle Tony
instructed. I did as I was told and slid over a few inches, my ass hanging
off the edge. He grabbed one of my feet and positioned it on a leather
strap, holding it in the air. "How's that?" he asked. I nodded with
approval. Uncle Tony did the same with my other foot. "Nice." He said, his
head bobbing up and down as he looked at my ass spread in front of him. He
turned to his side and from what I could see in the mirror above us, he was
fiddling with some buttons and grabbing some grease. He rubbed it all over
his thick, uncle cock, which was now firm and hard. With his other hand, he
grabbed some of the poppers. "Take a hit," he instructed.

I did as I was told and held the jar near me. I looked at Uncle Tony, still
smiling silently, then looked at my reflection above me. Uncle Tony
proceeded to finger me with his greased fingers, the index finger first
(uhh....man, that felt awesome as it slid inside me), then his middle
finger after he realized I was more open. He played with my hole like this
for several minutes, pushing and pulling the fingers inside, out,
around. He was stretching me slowly, getting me hungry. I played with my
dick. "UH UH," Uncle Tony nodded, disapprovingly. "Don't touch yourself. I
don't want my Boy thinking about his dick." He looked up at the mirror and
I saw him wink at me in the refection. "Just concentrate on your hole,
Boy. Get it big and open for your Uncle Tony."

Our reflections smiled at each other.

After several minutes of playing with my hole, Uncle Tony pulled his
fingers out and greased his dick again. He took a small step forward and
from the reflection above, I could see the cock head pushing against my
hole, now very hungry. His dick head looked massive in the mirror. "Take a
hit," he instructed. I did as I was told, a deep breath, a deep
exhale. After a moment, Uncle Tony started pushing slowly into my ass. From
above us, I could see his massive cockhead disappear inside me, followed by
his thick, shaft. Man it looked enormous in the mirror! It was hot seeing
it, like being in one of Uncle Tony's FF dvds! Man was this great!!! I
could feel Uncle Tony fill me up-it almost hurt as he was so thick! I took
another hit of poppers, exhaled and relaxed. That did the trick as I felt
myself open up more as Uncle Tony moaned with approval, his dick pushed
further in so his pelvis was aligned to my butt. "Ohh...yeah," I moaned
back as Uncle Tony proceeded to fuck me slowly. I watched in the reflection
as his cock base would appear, then slowly disappear, plunging in my
hole. With every thrust, Uncle Tony would pull out more, exposing more
dick, then pushing more dick back in. Heaven.  We kept at it for several
minutes and I started to rock back and forth with my uncle's thrusts, the
sling slowly swaying with our fucking motion. Man, this was fucking
incredible!

We fucked like this for several minutes, Uncle Tony swiveling his pelvis,
grinding his thick cock in my hole, stretching it from side to side, up and
down, in and out. He was not only fucking me, he was getting me ready. I
sensed what he was doing and went along with the ride, meeting his thrusts,
breathing, exhaling, opening up. At one point, Uncle Tony pulled the chains
by my legs towards him and started to violently fuck me. His cock fucked me
furiously, darting in and out. It looked painful in the mirror but it was
far from that. He would pull out his dick completely and then pause for a
second, take a look at my open hole with satisfaction (and a smile at me),
then thrust the whole dick back inside me, filling up my hungry hole. He
did this several times, just silently nodding his head in approval and awe
of his nephew's capabilities. And then with one final thrust, he stayed
deep inside me. I could feel his thick cock gorging in my bowels,
pulsing. He stepped forward a bit and reached over, under me, his massive
arms pulling the underside of the leather sling by my shoulders and lifted
the sling up as he dived in, his face reaching for mine as our lips
locked. Fuck! I love getting kissed with something up my ass! I grabbed
Uncle Tony and wrapped my arms around his upper frame, one hand behind his
head, pushing his tongue deeper into my mouth. We kissed like animals in
heat, sweat pouring down our face, saliva out of our mouths, grunting and
moaning. And then suddenly, I could feel his massive thick cock pulse even
more as he thrust slow, hard fucks into my ass. "Arghhh...ahhhh...aghh...!"
Uncle Tony moaned as he came inside me, his tongue still dancing in my
mouth.

We unlocked and he released me back down as I saw him shiver in front of me
and also above me in the reflection. He just stood there, shaking his head
violently, the sweat spraying me. His body was still having spasms from his
orgasm, his breath slowly catching up to him. "Wow, Boy! That was fucking
intense!" He smiled at me, wiping his brow with one arm. He started to pull
out and I could see from the mirror, his thick tool covered with a coating
of his uncle come. HOT!!!

Uncle Tony took a deep breath to recover. After a minute he leaned over and
planted a nice, slow kiss. "Thank you, Boy." He smiled at me. "That was
very sweet." He pulled back and proceeded to take my feet off the harness,
then grabbed me by the shoulders and helped me up from the sling. As I
stood, I realized how my legs had given way so Uncle Tony held me up, his
massive arms and frame supporting me, while he kissed me passionately
again, one arm around me, the other at my ass, a finger probing my hole,
smearing my ass juice and his come around.

"Now get that cute, open ass of yours over here," Uncle Tony motioned,
pointing to the large wrestling mat, covered in black vinyl. I did as was
told. The mat was about 12 feet square surrounded by mirrors on all four
sides so you could only enter it on the corners, in between the
mirrors. The whole mat sat on a platform, about a foot off the ground. The
padding was thick, like a bed, but firm so you could move around easily on
the surface. I got in the center, sat down with my legs spread, one of my
hands, teasing my wet hole.

"I am so glad you came for a visit, Boy," Uncle Tony said, entering from
the same corner, eyeing me. He approached me facing my crotch, then laid
back so we were facing opposite of each other with my legs to his face and
vice versa. He reached over to one side where there were containers of
grease and some poppers. "Here, grab your own," he instructed. I took hold
of one of the bottles and he pushed a container of grease my way also. "Now
I'm gonna play with your cute butt," Uncle Tony indicated, "but I also want
you to play with mine at the same time." And with that Uncle Tony folded
his legs up in a locked position, legs spread showing off his hot uncle
hole to my side. I did the same as he smeared some grease on his left hand
while doing a hit of poppers with his right. He motioned with his head,
speechless, to me to do the same. I took a hit of the poppers and started
smearing some grease on my left hand. Meanwhile, Uncle Tony was already
inserting three fingers up my hungry, sloppy hole, still wet with his cum
and grease from the earlier fuck on the sling. My hole was still open from
the rough fucking so his fingers slid in easily, teasing my hole, expanding
it, fucking it, loving it in only a way an uncle could. My hand was
exploring Uncle Tony's hole at the same time. He was very open! I already
had four fingers up his hole in no time! Man it was hot to feel inside his
ass, exploring the soft, warm walls while at the same time feeling the same
going on with my hole! I couldn't believe the sensation of being penetrated
while penetrating Uncle Tony! It was like an endless circle of pleasure, an
infinite fisting experience, with one hand inserting, the other retreating,
the pattern moving in unison from uncle to nephew.

My hand slid in. "Uhh...FUCK!!! YEAH!!!" Uncle Tony moaned, his head slung
back, eyes closed for a moment then he gazed at me with this sly
smile. "Yeah, man that feels fucking hot Boy!" I fucked him slowly, taking
my time, pushing very slightly as more of my wrist disappeared
inside. Meanwhile, Uncle Tony had four fingers in my hole and was curling
his thumb into his palm, pushing further. I could feel the gradual increase
of his hand pushing in, getting me wider, expanding my hole. It was a
little tight, so with my one free hand, I carefully took a hit of the
poppers (trying not to spill it as it was tricky to do with one
hand!). Ohh...man...that did the trick as I felt my hole relax and open up,
allowing Uncle Tony further access. With my eyes closed, I visualized the
experience. I felt my hand go deeper into Uncle Tony, exploring his canal,
his warmth, his soft insides. At the same time, I also visualized my hole
getting wider and open, getting larger and relaxing as Uncle Tony pushed
slowly, slowly, slowly...until his hand slid into my inviting hole.

"Uhh..." I moaned, eyes still shut.

I leaned up, eyes now staring at Uncle Tony who was winking back at me. We
were both moaning as we both fucked each other, hands going in slowly,
pulling out, pushing in. I would glance at Uncle Tony's hole and be in awe
of how wide it would get as my hand would nearly exit his ass. He would
shake his head, smiling and emitting a laugh, enjoying how I was getting
his hole bigger. At the same time, he would be pushing his hand deeper into
me, his thick forearm disappearing half inch by half inch as my hungry hole
swallowed his arm, marking it's progress by the tattoo markers disappearing
with each inch of depth. Uncle Tony would do a hit of poppers and motion
for me to do likewise. I would follow as we both waited a minute for its
effects then we would both, in unison, fuck each other's holes as it got
wider and more open. MAN!!! I couldn't believe I was getting fisted and
fisting my uncle at the same time! I looked beside me, in front of me and
opposite of me at all the mirrors surrounding us. It was like watching one
of Uncle Tony's homemade FF dvd pornos! Except we were the star
attractions!  In front of me,in a reflection, I saw Uncle Tony's thick paw
coated with grease, fucking my hole furiously. Beside me, in another
reflection, I could see my hand pulling out of Uncle Tony's ass, stretching
it even wider. Fucking awesome!

"Thank you Uncle Tony!" I yelled in appreciation, as he pushed in deep and
hard. "Oh man, this is like being in one of your pornos!"

"It is, actually," Uncle Tony laughed.

What?

My hand froze, motionless inside his ass. I looked at him. "What do you
mean?" I asked.

Uncle Tony didn't miss a beat, fucking me slowly with his arm. "Remember
when you got on the sling?" He motioned with his head, pointing over to our
previous play area. From the distance I made out a button on the wall, next
to one of the chains holding up a corner of the sling. From what I could
see there was a tiny, green light that was flashing on and off, very
faintly, in the background. "Well, right before we started playing, I
started recording." With his free hand, Uncle Tony pointed around the room,
at the corners, and in some strategic areas of the garage rafters. And then
I saw several video cameras all recording us silently. "You're my star
attraction," Uncle Tony winked at me. "I'd been planning this for awhile."
I smiled back and thrust my arm deep inside Uncle Tony. He groaned with
approval.  "It will go very well in my collection," he admitted, tickling
my insides with one of his fingers.

"Oh man," my hand started revolving inside my uncle, "that's FUCKIN'
HOT!!!" I grinned for the camera and thrust hard with my hand.

We kept at this unison fisting for several more minutes. I was much more
aware of my performance now with the cameras rolling. I made a real attempt
to make my uncle proud so I would push harder on his ass, or open wider to
allow him deeper access. We were both moaning and groaning, writhing and
sliding on the mat. Finally, Unlce Tony pulled away from my ass, his hand
exiting my hole, leaving a wide, open chasm, dripping with grease, ass
juice and his uncle seed.

"Let's try something for a change," he instructed. He slowly stood up on
the mat so he was facing me, but did so in a careful way so my hand never
left the inside of his ass. Man, did it feel amazing as his ass slid around
my hand as he got up! "Sit up, Boy!" he instructed, with that commanding
tone in his voice. I did as was told, and slid into a seating position,
again, never letting my hand out of his hole. "Do a hit," he instructed
again, and I did as Uncle Tony also did a hit himself. "Now fuck your
Uncle's ass!" he yelled at me.

WOW. He crouched down a little, spread his legs a bit, with knees bent
slightly so his thighs bulged, his muscles all tensed. This allowed me more
access to his ass as my arm, pointing up vertically, aimed at his hole,
going in and out. Uncle Tony leaned in slightly and his massive, thick cock
was inches from my mouth. I got the picture and opened wide and started
sucking his hot, uncle tool. Meanwhile Uncle Tony was breathing in more
poppers, legs spreading wider, his ass bouncing up and down on my
arm. Fuck! His hole was so open, so inviting that my hand was now coming
out all the way and then he would just sit on my extended fingers as my
hand would disappear inside his hungry ass as he lowered himself on my arm!
It was fucking hot!!! As Uncle Tony pulled up and out, I decided to clench
my fingers into a ball, making a fist. Uncle Tony came back down and sat on
my fist and without any restriction, my hand disappeared into his hot hole!
WOW~!!! Meanwhile his thick cock was sliding in and out of my mouth, my
mouth suctioning him for all I was worth, like a vacuum. I kept my arm as
stationary as I could as Uncle Tony proceeded to sit up and down on my
fist. My eyes were glued to his crotch in front of me and trying to steal
glances from what I could see of his ass swallowing my fist every other
second.

Suddenly I could feel his thick cock in my mouth expand. I sucked harder
and harder and thrust my arm up his hole with more force. He met my violent
push by sitting on my fist, keeping his torso at that level while I fucked
his hole vigorously with my fist, pulling in and out, pushing harder
inside. His hole was just one soft, open hole, taking every hard thrust
without complaint. His thick cock got harder as Uncle Tony grabbed my head
with his hands and clenched his fingers tight as he fucked his cock into my
throat, exploding into my mouth, my throat, my face. AGHHHH!!!!! Uncle Tony
groaned as he came a second time with me, as he sat on my fist, keeping it
inside him. He pulled out of my mouth with his come leaking out of me. He
stood there, frozen, muscles tensed for a few seconds. Uncle Tony then
carefully started to sit back down on the mat, still gripped to my fist
inside his hole. He wouldn't release it! I could feel him tighten on it
like a vice! My arm had no choice but to follow as he slowly reclined
himself, back towards the mat as he laid down, legs spread, my arm
following, still up his hole.

"Boy, that was some fucking lesson! You are now a very skilled versatile
player!"

I smiled at Uncle Tony and leaned forward, careful to not release my hand
from his hole and laid on top of him. Our mouths met as his tongue tasted
his seed from his nephew's lips and tongue.

"Now what about your hole, Boy?" Uncle Tony, grinned. "I think we still
have a lot of filming to do for your visit."

And with my hand still inside him, Uncle Tony reached over and started
caressing my hungry hole. I looked at one of our reflections in the side
mirror, then glanced up at one of the cameras on the ceiling and winked.