'Uncle Tom's Cabin' - (corrected/best version)

[Posingstrap]

....such a hairy monster cock dad-type is also in my story 'Naked Gymnast Weekend'

 

[Posingstrap]

In the furthest corner of the room--behind the woodstove-- is a big, old, upholstered armchair, one neither of us ever sits in. And he was kneeling on the arms of it, his back to me, watching me from over his right shoulder.

Spread wide was his hot, furry, so-male sexy globes.

It all silently called out, making me stop and shudder, my cock suddenly spurting all over the rug, flexing in heat at the lewd display.

"Make love to me, Billy," he said, staring into my stunned face. "Make love to my big hot ass."

I trembled, my cock bucking about.

"Come on, baby," he said. "Fair's fair. I broke yours."

I felt my heart almost explode from the love suddenly swelling it. I swooned at the sight of his puckered cunt.

My cock moved forward, then knocked on his hot virgin door.

"Billy?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Make it wet for me baby, huh? Get me ready, ok?"

Reverently and without a word I crouched down before his spread virgin hole. He was leaning over the back of the chair, knees firmly anchored on both of its arms. Below his split butt, his dark balls hung like avocados, while his enormous cock flexed upwards, the head rubbing into the upholstery. I reached in to play with his hairy peaches and heard a moan.

Still fondling, I leaned in and French-kissed his hot, sweet cunt. Uncle Tom breathed out a stream of air as I licked and kissed and licked and chewed and played with his huge balls. Hell, I slobbered and snuffled and rutted, snorting into his ass, my tongue wet and hot.

Rolling onto my back, I scooted my head up over the cushion, and under his hairy nuts, mouthing and basting each jewel in turn. His physique shivered when I leaned up and licked the base of his pulsing monster. Bringing my hand inside, I levered the whole wet thing down to my cockloving lips and basted the head with a flood of warm spit. He moaned and trembled, calling my name. I couldn't stop.... couldn’t stop sucking the big, juicy helmet, my mouth unable to reach it all.

"Billy, I need it now," I heard him whisper down. "I need your love."

I let it out with a loud pop, the urgency in his voice so wildly exotic, so utterly not like him my cock spasmed and nearly shot. I once again stood before his needy ass, wet and gleaming with spit. I brought my palms in to fondle each globe, my cockhead skimming the surface of his coral-pink pussy.

I stared at his incredible back, at the two dimples just above his heat-radiating globes. I stared at the tiny hairs rivering down his slice and ringing his winking oval. ".... a-are you sure?", I whispered.

He groaned then, the sound lewd and primal.

"Fuck me," he groaned louder, his voice bouncing off the walls. "Fuck your Uncle Tom, Billy!"

A shaky, thrilling hunger seized my dick, my hand bending its stiffness down to find dead center.

Not knowing what the hell I was doing, my hips suddenly just lunged forward, plowing my overheated bulb clean inside.

"UHHHHHHHhhhhhh," we moaned together.

"Jesus God!", he grunted. "Don't move!

JUST.......

stay.....

there!"

I couldn't speak--could only seem to nod my head mutely--my rockhard cock so surrounded by interior muscle, I couldn't budge it, much less try pushing through any further. It was so tight; I felt my pulse beating against his vice-clamping hole.

Whole minutes seemed to go by, the radio playing Patsy Cline or something, the bare branch still tapping against the window, the autumn night wind still whining around the eaves.

I ran my hands up his sides, feeling his narrow waist fan out into his spread, cobra lats. I searched around his torso to massage and fondle his hairy tits and lust-stiff nipples.

"Okay...okay...now SLOW, ok?"

I nodded again---my hands immediately returning to anchor themselves on either side of his narrow waist---my hips finally obeying my will. They fed his ass another inch or two, knowing all too well the time it takes for the sphincter to relax and stretch.

"Yeah....like that," he breathed out. ".... just like that."

I couldn't believe the strength--the force of will it took to penetrate his cherry. His clamping donut resisted every inch, until finally, both of us breathing deeply, my angelhair bush scrubbed his naked cheeks.

"Ohhhhhhhh.....so damn big, man!" he said. "How the hell did you take mine?"

I couldn't speak. It was like having hard cock sealed in lava. A million tiny lips nibbled at it, the heat so intense, I thought the fucker would burst into flame.

And then, finally, he gave me a nod. "Fuck me, Billy. Fuck me good. Don't hold back. Fuck your Uncle Tom."

It was like he'd just got on a young, wild colt and smacked its rump. My hips suddenly took off, plowing his cherry cunt like an overheated piston. My hands came down to cup each hot globe, sliding my eight-incher in and out while Uncle Tom moaned in heat and flexed his flaring back.

My bluntnosed bulb kept slamming into his ballbuzzer, bringing out groans from deep inside his guts. "Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuckkkk!"

My ballbag swung heavily beneath my jabbing thighs, smacking his own heaving sac, all so erotically hot I whimpered, little cries mixing with his groans, both of us incoherent, lost in a universe of muscular love and pent-up need. I thought my heart would explode from how fully he was giving himself to me.

A steamy, clutching, massaging fever built inside my nuts. I lost all sense of where and who I was, ballbag slapping his furry ass, hands up underneath to squeeze all the hairy pecmeat I could fondle, engorged babycock nipples between my fingers. My thighs quivered and quaked, warning me it couldn’t, wouldn’t last.

I tried to slow down, yet couldn't--began babbling into the room, my fingers pinching his nipples, my face hugging his rippling back. "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-0h.....Oh shit....oh Jesus. Uncle Tom! Uncle Tom!" Nerve endings frayed, my cock on fire, pre-cum sloshing his steaming hole, slogging balls slapping, licking at the base of his neck.

It was all too hot, too frenzied, too much. Completely out of control, I had to do something, had to stop or it wasn’t going to last. Mindlessly, not thinking, I suddenly pulled out with a loud POP, hoping to stop my cock from going off!

But it was too late.

My throbbing meat danced above his evacuated hole, cum spewing in ropes over his flexing back, my mouth opening and closing, seized with sweet and anxious agony, I quickly shoved the spewing thing back inside, my hips knifing, my jizz fountaining, his love tunnel splashed and basted.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod!" I couldn't stop fucking him, couldn't stop cuming. My body heaved and spasmed, my abs flexing. My torso collapsed, my cock still jizzing, licking his muscles, panting, kissing, squeezing.

I felt Uncle Tom move beneath me, and I managed to free my drooling rod just in time as he climbed from the chair and stood before me.

 

[looking121212]

great story so far! Can’t wait to see where this goes

 

[Krobbie1954]

Note to reader: I keep making little errors when I post a new chapter, because I suddenly see that what's called chapter 8 is really 3, and chapter 3 is really 4. Please, just ignore the numbers. The story is fine and correctly uploaded, I just made a mistake when doing the chapter numbering. So just go with the flow of the story; and from now on I'm going forget chapter #s altogether, and just post additions to the story without calling them chapters. Thank you, and I hope you aren't confused by the mix-up.
Posingstrap

MOD NOTE: I fixed up the chapter numbers for you.

Really @Posingstrap to tell the truth I hadn’t noticed. I’m just so hot and stiff from your fantastically written story, I’d forgive anything. Cheers!

 

[Krobbie1954]

Uncle Tom's Cabin - Chapter Five

As far as I was concerned--sitting there nursing my fifth beer, jizz all over our bodies-- Uncle Tom and I could have agreed to just go bareassed from then on. In my beery state, I even suggested it.

"We won't have to bother with the laundry every week," I grinned over at him.

Uncle Tom remained characteristically quiet, enjoying the afterglow of it all. But I could tell he wasn't keen on the idea. His silences made me stay calmer and more centered.

We listened to the birds--to the late afternoon October wind blowing around the tops of the pines.

"Sometimes clothes are sexier than skin," he finally answered. "--and anyway, I'm really pretty conservative about such things."

It took showering and a very long nap on my bed to make me feel my own familiar shyness again. I woke to a darkened room, smelling Uncle Tom's cooking. My head felt dull, but not achy-- and my mouth felt furry and gravel pit dry.

For a minute or two it was as though nothing at all had changed. Uncle Tom was whistling to the radio, moving dishes around the kitchen. I was in my room, feeling hungry, happy to be cared for. And the memory of our being naked on the porch together felt made-up--not real.

But of course, everything had changed--just how, I wasn't sure.

And I felt shy. I felt unable to walk into the kitchen fully clothed--much less, naked. Uncle Tom's earlier comment to me--hoping it wasn't simply the beer making us horny--made me wonder whether or not that were so.

Suddenly I felt awkward again--very young, and inexplicably guilty.

Maybe he was feeling regretful--wishing it all hadn't happened.

"Hey," I heard a low voice say.

I looked over at the doorway. Uncle Tom's body was silhouetted against the light. I could feel his presence across the room.

"My mouth feels like cotton," I said.

He stood there, looking over at me. "You hungover?"

I elbowed my way up onto the pillows. "Not as bad as expected. For sure, a little woozy. Are you?"

He shook his head. "I slept, too. You want some soup? I made some soup--chicken."

Uncle Tom seems to know when to speak and when to be quiet. His silences are always peaceful--hardly ever uncomfortable.

I dressed and entered the kitchen, no longer so nervous. And soup was what we both seemed to need. I watched him dip his bread into it, a habit he'd picked up from me. I smiled. And he looked up and smiled back. He sopped up his soup, then ate slowly, intentionally.

Uncle Tom isn't much of a smiler. When he does, it speaks way louder than words. This one was strong and warm. It told me we were okay--that what had happened was fine. It was all cool.

I breathed deeply, feeling better again inside.

His smile made me look at the opened part of his shirt--at all the black curls and the deep divide of his pecs. I looked at his tremendous arms and shoulders—at how he never hunched over his food the way I sometimes did. Uncle Tom was handsome, and shy, and sexy as hell.

He knew I was eyeing him--and he wiped his lips and let his eyes drift over my own muscle-filled shirt.

“It wasn't the beer, you know," I blurted out across the table.

He nodded a little. "I know," he said. "You want some coffee?"

He stood up, his jeans snug around his hips--his plaid flannel shirt neatly tucked-in.

"It'll keep us up," I said.

Uncle Tom brought two mugs over and set one in front of me, then filled it.

My eyes couldn’t help staring at the bulge of his fly, feeling the nearness of his crotch.

"Tomorrow's Saturday," he said, pouring one for himself. "We can sleep in." He sat back down.

Thoughts of my sharing his bed brought heat to my cheeks. I stared down at my coffee. Uncle Tom felt my silence and watched me carefully.

"It's new to me, too," he said after a while. "If we didn't have doubts, then I'd worry."

I nodded, then put two sugars in my mug. "Do you hog the sheets?" I asked, trying to joke a little, yet feeling my neck turning pink.

Uncle Tom gave a little smile. "I don't know. We're going to find out."

"Can we be naked?" my heart skipped a beat. I felt my cheeks turn scarlet.

"We can be naked," he answered.

We sipped our coffees, listening to the radio play a fifties song.

It was a song about sixteen reasons to love a guy. Uncle Tom hummed it and got up to open the bread box.

He was right about clothes being sexy. With his plaid shirt and jeans on, he made me keep thinking over what they were covering up. The stripes were bunched together at his waist, and then grew wider apart along his back. My eyes kept going from his round ass up the spreading plaid to his enormous shoulders--at the mounded stripes of his biceps.

Every shirt Uncle Tom wore couldn’t hide his muscles--in fact, if anything, his clothes lived and breathed muscle. His jeans left nothing hidden. Yet, I knew that like me, Uncle Tom wore whatever was handy.

Between us, we only owned a few shirts and a couple pair of jeans and overalls.

"Have a cookie," he said.

I looked at his forearm--at the size of it, at the masculine hair below the cuffs--at his large hands. I took the cookie.

"We can eat them on the sofa," he nodded towards the front room. "The woodstove's going. Bring your coffee."

My heart was beating fast when I saw him stretched along the couch, his back up against the far arm. When I approached, he just let his big thighs fall open. He watched me with smiling eyes and set his mug on the rug.

My coffee nearly spilling, I knelt on the sofa cushion at his bare feet, then turned my back. His hands secured my hips and guided my butt down against his crotch. Watching my coffee, I carefully leaned back to nestle myself against his wide chest.

The side of Uncle Tom's face was snug above my left ear, his breath washing over my cheekbone. His body was warm, his thighs hugging my waist, his crotch full against my butt.

I was in heaven.

My cock tingled and swelled inside my jeans. I rubbed my bare feet along his calves. I felt wrapped in muscular heat.

Uncle Tom reached down to find his mug and we both sipped our coffees.

"You okay?", he murmured against my curly head.

I nodded, feeling as secure as I’ve ever been in my life. I could feel his chest rising and falling into my back as he breathed, and I could feel his nipples through his shirt.

I leaned my head into his shoulder. My cheek connected with his unshaven jaw, and I thought I'd die, I was so happy.

"How's your coffee?", he asked, his low voice vibrating against my face.

I nodded again. "It's great," I whispered. "--just super."

He took a sip. "I like holding you."

I nodded. "I like it, too."

Tom carefully slipped his hand under my arm and cupped my left pec. My nipple stiffened at his touch. He played with it through my shirt.

No sooner did he finger my pec than I felt his big cock harden inside his jeans. He squeezed his thighs, pressing his dick against the crack of my butt. My balls gathered and tingled.

We kept chewing our cookies and sipping coffee, our clothes adding to the thrill of snuggling together.

Up till then, the sofa was where we watched T.V.--sitting apart.

I ran my hand along the top of his thigh, no longer needing T.V.

Finishing my coffee, listening to Uncle Tom's breathing, I slowly unbuttoned the front of my shirt.

His hand slid inside the opening, fondling my chest, feeling the smoothness, lingering over my nipples. I pressed my face against the strength of his bicep.

"We don't need beer, do we?", Uncle Tom said quietly.

I shook my head against his strong, tanned, leathery neck, smelling his suntanned scent.

"This is all I want," I said.

I loved his exploring hand. And I put down my coffee and used both hands to pull my shirt out from my jeans.

He helped me take it off, then began undoing his own. I sat forward to give him room. A minute later, I lay my bare back against his hairy tits. Uncle Tom rubbed his mammoth chest into my smooth skin. He brought his arms around to flex over my chest. His hands again found my nipples.

I moaned.

@Posingstrap this writing is masterly. Talk about horned up. It’s insane. Cheers!

 

[Krobbie1954]

....such a hairy monster cock dad-type is also in my story 'Naked Gymnast Weekend'

That’s good to know. That’s where I’ll be heading after this if my brain and cock can take it. Bwahahahahahaha

 

[Krobbie1954]

I’m dying to see the true challenge that Tom gives to a hole. A man that size deserves the tightest holes to ruin and stretch. Not an inch can be left worshipped. He could get compared to another object so we know his size and girth and can imagine getting ruined by this insanely hairy monster cock dad

Oh yes. Fuck me.

 

[thebubblegum112233]

I need some size worship for Uncle Tom - true measurements of his BEASTLY furry monster daddy cock meat. Love to hear past sexcapades of this furry hung daddy and the holes he’s destroyed, never able to take another cock after him

 

[Posingstrap]

*please excuse my uploading issues*

I couldn't believe the strength--the force of will it took to penetrate his cherry. His clamping donut resisted every inch, until finally, both of us breathing deeply, my angelhair bush scrubbed his naked cheeks.

"Ohhhhhhhh.....so damn big, man!" he said. "How the hell did you take mine?"

I couldn't speak. It was like having hard cock sealed in lava. A million tiny lips nibbled at it, the heat so intense, I thought the fucker would burst into flame.

And then, finally, he gave me a nod. "Fuck me, Billy. Fuck me good. Don't hold back. Fuck your Uncle Tom."

It was like he'd just got on a young, wild colt and smacked its rump. My hips suddenly took off, plowing his cherry cunt like an overheated piston. My hands came down to cup each hot globe, sliding my eight-incher in and out while Uncle Tom moaned in heat and flexed his flaring back.

My bluntnosed bulb kept slamming into his ballbuzzer, bringing out groans from deep inside his guts. "Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuckkkk!"

My ballbag swung heavily beneath my jabbing thighs, smacking his own heaving sac, all so erotically hot I whimpered, little cries mixing with his groans, both of us incoherent, lost in a universe of muscular love and pent-up need. I thought my heart would explode from how fully he was giving himself to me.

A steamy, clutching, massaging fever built inside my nuts. I lost all sense of where and who I was, ballbag slapping his furry ass, hands up underneath to squeeze all the hairy pecmeat I could fondle, engorged babycock nipples between my fingers. My thighs quivered and quaked, warning me it couldn’t, wouldn’t last.

I tried to slow down, yet couldn't--began babbling into the room, my fingers pinching his nipples, my face hugging his rippling back. "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-0h.....Oh shit....oh Jesus. Uncle Tom! Uncle Tom!" Nerve endings frayed, my cock on fire, pre-cum sloshing his steaming hole, slogging balls slapping, licking at the base of his neck.

It was all too hot, too frenzied, too much. Completely out of control, I had to do something, had to stop or it wasn’t going to last. Mindlessly, not thinking, I suddenly pulled out with a loud POP, hoping to stop my cock from going off!

But it was too late.

My throbbing meat danced above his evacuated hole, cum spewing in ropes over his flexing back, my mouth opening and closing, seized with sweet and anxious agony, I quickly shoved the spewing thing back inside, my hips knifing, my jizz fountaining, his love tunnel splashed and basted.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod!" I couldn't stop fucking him, couldn't stop cumming. My body heaved and spasmed, my abs flexing. My torso collapsed, my cock still jizzing, licking his muscles, panting, kissing, squeezing.

I felt Uncle Tom move beneath me, and I managed to free my drooling rod just in time as he climbed from the chair and stood before me.

A determined, lusty gleam filled his eyes, as he looked down at me and then at his humongous cock. The colossal, hair-wreathed thing snorted out juice, needing release, demanding release as I fell to my knees and grabbed it, yawning my mouth open so wide, my lips nearly split open as I forced the shiny, dripping, empurpled crown inside.

I used both hands to jack the rest of it, the apricot head stuffing my mouth. My tongue painted and frictioned the ultra-tender skin just below the flange, as my lips sucked that smooth, polished mushroomed bulb with all the drooling love I had inside.

"Oh, my boy, my baby boy," Uncle Tom moaned, his head tossing around. "Cocksucking my big hungry throbber!"

My hands jacked like mad, his swaying peaches smacking my chin.

He was so huge, so male, so muscular, I tried like hell to take it all. The most I could manage was about a third, and he was cursing and praising me and moaning, his thighs quivering, his whole physique starting to quake.

His balls rose into one giant bundle, exposing his furry taint. Enflamed, I drove my hand up his inner thigh, shoving two fingers up behind his nuts to skewer his well-fucked twat, feeling my sex milk coat my hand.

"UUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Uncle Tom's face contorted as his giant cock erupted--jizzing my tonsils, flooding my bulging cheeks. I gagged and swallowed, trying not to choke, then trying not to drown. His wild whopper bucked with tortured orgasm, jizz thundering from its flexing mouth. I had to rise off of it--cream dripping from my chin--staring in awe as it heaved about, wracked with sweet thrills, firing more shots onto my tits, flexing and lurching and spewing until it finally lolled around before my worshipping eyes, letting one last drop spindle down into my bush.





I knew very well that he snored.

For a whole year I had heard him from behind my closed door. Now the deep sound vibrated against my body as I snuggled into his side, his big bicep my pillow. I buried my face in the hairy warmth of his pit, smelling my Uncle Tom, licking his velvety male skin.

Before we went to sleep, he'd taken me into the shower, lathering my whole body, not saying a word, returning to his calm, commanding presence.

Once in bed, he pulled the quilt around me, nestling my head with one huge arm while cradling my balls in the large hand of his other.

"I love you, Uncle Tom," I whispered.

"I love you, too, dude," he said, kissing me goodnight.

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[Krobbie1954]

*please excuse my uploading issues*

I couldn't believe the strength--the force of will it took to penetrate his cherry. His clamping donut resisted every inch, until finally, both of us breathing deeply, my angelhair bush scrubbed his naked cheeks.

"Ohhhhhhhh.....so damn big, man!" he said. "How the hell did you take mine?"

I couldn't speak. It was like having hard cock sealed in lava. A million tiny lips nibbled at it, the heat so intense, I thought the fucker would burst into flame.

And then, finally, he gave me a nod. "Fuck me, Billy. Fuck me good. Don't hold back. Fuck your Uncle Tom."

It was like he'd just got on a young, wild colt and smacked its rump. My hips suddenly took off, plowing his cherry cunt like an overheated piston. My hands came down to cup each hot globe, sliding my eight-incher in and out while Uncle Tom moaned in heat and flexed his flaring back.

My bluntnosed bulb kept slamming into his ballbuzzer, bringing out groans from deep inside his guts. "Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuckkkk!"

My ballbag swung heavily beneath my jabbing thighs, smacking his own heaving sac, all so erotically hot I whimpered, little cries mixing with his groans, both of us incoherent, lost in a universe of muscular love and pent-up need. I thought my heart would explode from how fully he was giving himself to me.

A steamy, clutching, massaging fever built inside my nuts. I lost all sense of where and who I was, ballbag slapping his furry ass, hands up underneath to squeeze all the hairy pecmeat I could fondle, engorged babycock nipples between my fingers. My thighs quivered and quaked, warning me it couldn’t, wouldn’t last.

I tried to slow down, yet couldn't--began babbling into the room, my fingers pinching his nipples, my face hugging his rippling back. "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-0h.....Oh shit....oh Jesus. Uncle Tom! Uncle Tom!" Nerve endings frayed, my cock on fire, pre-cum sloshing his steaming hole, slogging balls slapping, licking at the base of his neck.

It was all too hot, too frenzied, too much. Completely out of control, I had to do something, had to stop or it wasn’t going to last. Mindlessly, not thinking, I suddenly pulled out with a loud POP, hoping to stop my cock from going off!

But it was too late.

My throbbing meat danced above his evacuated hole, cum spewing in ropes over his flexing back, my mouth opening and closing, seized with sweet and anxious agony, I quickly shoved the spewing thing back inside, my hips knifing, my jizz fountaining, his love tunnel splashed and basted.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod!" I couldn't stop fucking him, couldn't stop cumming. My body heaved and spasmed, my abs flexing. My torso collapsed, my cock still jizzing, licking his muscles, panting, kissing, squeezing.

I felt Uncle Tom move beneath me, and I managed to free my drooling rod just in time as he climbed from the chair and stood before me.

A determined, lusty gleam filled his eyes, as he looked down at me and then at his humongous cock. The colossal, hair-wreathed thing snorted out juice, needing release, demanding release as I fell to my knees and grabbed it, yawning my mouth open so wide, my lips nearly split open as I forced the shiny, dripping, empurpled crown inside.

I used both hands to jack the rest of it, the apricot head stuffing my mouth. My tongue painted and frictioned the ultra-tender skin just below the flange, as my lips sucked that smooth, polished mushroomed bulb with all the drooling love I had inside.

"Oh, my boy, my baby boy," Uncle Tom moaned, his head tossing around. "Cocksucking my big hungry throbber!"

My hands jacked like mad, his swaying peaches smacking my chin.

He was so huge, so male, so muscular, I tried like hell to take it all. The most I could manage was about a third, and he was cursing and praising me and moaning, his thighs quivering, his whole physique starting to quake.

His balls rose into one giant bundle, exposing his furry taint. Enflamed, I drove my hand up his inner thigh, shoving two fingers up behind his nuts to skewer his well-fucked twat, feeling my sex milk coat my hand.

"UUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Uncle Tom's face contorted as his giant cock erupted--jizzing my tonsils, flooding my bulging cheeks. I gagged and swallowed, trying not to choke, then trying not to drown. His wild whopper bucked with tortured orgasm, jizz thundering from its flexing mouth. I had to rise off of it--cream dripping from my chin--staring in awe as it heaved about, wracked with sweet thrills, firing more shots onto my tits, flexing and lurching and spewing until it finally lolled around before my worshipping eyes, letting one last drop spindle down into my bush.





I knew very well that he snored.

For a whole year I had heard him from behind my closed door. Now the deep sound vibrated against my body as I snuggled into his side, his big bicep my pillow. I buried my face in the hairy warmth of his pit, smelling my Uncle Tom, licking his velvety male skin.

Before we went to sleep, he'd taken me into the shower, lathering my whole body, not saying a word, returning to his calm, commanding presence.

Once in bed, he pulled the quilt around me, nestling my head with one huge arm while cradling my balls in the large hand of his other.

"I love you, Uncle Tom," I whispered.

"I love you, too, dude," he said, kissing me goodnight.

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Hot, erotic and warming.

 

[Posingstrap]

Hot, erotic and warming.

Thank you for this. It's the response I was hoping for.
Posingstrap

 

[TNbro23]

beautiful story man

 

[Posingstrap]

beautiful story man

....so appreciated, man, THANK YOU !

 

[Brcre]

I can forgive you! this is hot!

 

[fbneros]

Awesome story!

 

[numerito]

Note to reader: I keep making little errors when I post a new chapter, because I suddenly see that what's called chapter 8 is really 3, and chapter 3 is really 4. Please, just ignore the numbers. The story is fine and correctly uploaded, I just made a mistake when doing the chapter numbering. So just go with the flow of the story; and from now on I'm going forget chapter #s altogether, and just post additions to the story without calling them chapters. Thank you, and I hope you aren't confused by the mix-up.
Posingstrap

MOD NOTE: I fixed up the chapter numbers for you.

You are one hell of a writer, @Posingstrap Congratulations. It is a very hot story, beautifully written. Kudos.

 

[Posingstrap]

You are one hell of a writer, @Posingstrap Congratulations. It is a very hot story, beautifully written. Kudos.

....that is such a great response to my writing and I am very happy and glad I was able to ring your chimes

 

[_Blueberry_]

That was such a good story and also well written! I love it from the beginning to the end and my cock and twitching hole love it as well haha
Keep it up with the good work!

 

[Mekameka]

Awesome story! I found myself unable to stop reading… literally anywhere I went I had to check to see if there was any new additions… including work. I can’t tell you how many times I would pull it up to check, see that there was a new part… and end up with a puddle of precum in my pants… Amazing work, I hope to see more from you!

 

[Condiment]

One of the best stories I've ever read. Thanks to the author for giving us such a lovely story. I'm in love with the characters.