I guess Uncle Rocky wasn't really my uncle, just one of my dad's old friends from before he met my mom. I guess I shoulda been able to tell that from the fact he was a brown bear and not like either of my parents. Anyways, he and my mom never really got along, and whenever he'd come by (this was before they split up) she'd take off for most of the night and he and my dad and whoever else was by would just sit in the little hot tub thing off the side of dad's swimming pool and drink beers and talk about whatever.

Anyway this one night it was just me and him and dad alone and I was swimming around in the pool while they were hanging out. I waited till dad hit the bathroom. splashed up to the side and asked him if I could have a beer. He said "Sure, kiddo," and I hated being called 'Kiddo', but anyway, he said "Open your mouth and close your eyes."

Now I already knew that was usually something pervy, but I figured either way it'd be okay, so I did it. I heard the sound of a beer cracking open and before I could react, ICE COLD beer was pouring right down my head, smelling like sweet corn and skunk spray. I got a little bit in my mouth but that was waaaaay more than enough for me so I splashed underwater to avoid getting the rest of the can dumped on me. Anyway right after that my dad came back and I was really worried Rocky was gonna tell my dad I asked for a beer but he ended up not saying anything, just winking at me as I rinsed my headfur clean and got out of the pool. 

Anyway, that night they stayed up late and ended up getting pretty drunk so Dad decided he should stay over. He sent me to bed upstairs had him crash on the fold out couch down in the basement. I wanted to stay up playing this cool japanese game we'd got from the rental place, since it was saturday and all, but Dad wouldn't let me, said I needed to let Rocky sleep off the booze. That was B.S., he didn't seem like he was gonna wake up or anything, I just took my bath and went to bed and waited till Dad was asleep. Then, I snuck right back downstairs, turned the volume real low just in case (though by the way he was snoring it seemed like he was out like a light anyways.) Now, I hadn't noticed till the light of the TV flickered on, but Rocky was sprawled butt-naked across the whole fold-out couch, the blankets and pillows Dad had got for him all balled up and tossed on the floor. 

Not gonna lie, I definitely snuck a peek, you know me by now... but for the most part I wanted to get to my game so I just tried not to look and sat on the very edge of the foldout. I played for what musta been an hour or two, got my whole party up like five levels and was so zoned out that I didn't even notice Rocky'd stopped snoring, and sat up behind me until he put his paw on my shoulder and I jolted upright. What was weird was, he called me by my dad's name. 

No, I'm not gonna tell you my dad's real name, you're a stranger on the internet, I'm not stupid. 

When I turned around it seemed like took him a second to realize it was me, which seemed weird cause... I guess I look kinda like my dad but obviously he's... Y'know, dad-age, and I'm not. But they grew up together, right? Anyway he figured out who I was quick. 

"Ah, sorry, I thought... Heh, I guess you aren't the kinda pup that listens to your folks, are ya, kiddo?"  

Kiddo, again. I grumbled a little as he said that, and I caught a whiff of his breath... like I got clocked upside the head with a whole case full of beer smell... He'd definitely had a few more since the pool, though. In the flickery light of the TV I could see there were a buncha mostly empty cans on the side table. I could also see, now that Rocky was awake and sitting up, his dick was about as thick as one of those cans, and I'd heard somewhere that beer was supposed to make it like you couldn't get it up, but he, uh, he definitely didn't have that problem. 

Anyway I was trying not to stare and mostly failing I guess when he said something else.

"You thirsty, pup?"

I gulped. Wasn't sure what he meant.

"Weren't gonna let you drink while your dad was around, but while you're already being dis-o-be-di-ent," and he sounded out the word just like that, "y'may as well go all the way."

"Sure," I said, not sure why, and he got two cans out the box, one for him and one for me.

As soon as I started drinking it I immediately regretted it. It tasted gross, way worse than it smelled, and I knew he could see that I didn't like it, but.... he kept callin me Kiddo and Pup and Lil Guy and I wasn't gonna let him think I was just a little kid, so I toughed it out and chugged down the whole thing. Bad idea right? That left me feeling a little woozy and more than a little sick. 

"Good work, kid. Already tell you hold your liquor better than your dad." He laughed in kind of an ugly way, and I wasn't sure what that meant, but I laughed too. Then all of a sudden he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close to him.

"Whoa, wha-" I started to ask, but he had already backed off.

"Whoa, whoa, uh... hey, I'm sorry, I'm still a little buzzed and just... you just reminded me so mucha how he and I used ta... ah, you look just like him, when-" and he literally hiccuped, which i thought drunk people only did in cartoons, "-when he and I was your age."

He looked real worried and upset so, I just said "It's okay," and before I could even finish saying that he opened another pair of beers (not exactly sure when he got them) and handed me one. I wasn't really feeling too good so I kinda sipped at it and set it aside, but Rocky slammed down the second one almost like it'd hurt him if he didn't. He crunched the empty can down on the side table, knocking all the other ones everywhere, and just let himself thump heavy backwards onto the foldout, the whole thing bouncing and creaking. After a few seconds of him not moving I figured he was asleep again, so I moved to sit the beer he'd given me on the end table and started playin' again. Couple times I'd hear the crack of another can, turn around to see him knockin it back and flomping into the corner of the couch, just watchin me play, but he didn't say anything again for a while. I'd just beaten the boss of that chapter when he spoke again, his voice all messy.

"Hey, you maybe wanna bunk up with me, then? Like old times?"

The words were blurring together, his eyes barely open, and he started clumsily thumping the bed next to him with his paw. Me and him didn't have any 'old times', so I think he was confused, and I'm not really sure what made me do this to be honest, but I set down the beer and just snuggled in right next to him. Immediately he wrapped his big arms around me and squished me close to him all warm... it wasn't obvious how little I was compared to him till I was right next to him like that, my head was tucked right up under his chin and my feet can't have been down to his knees even. His hot breath still smelled like beer, and I'd hated the smell before, but now it was... I dunno, I wouldn't say it was a GOOD smell but I can't say I hated it anymore. 

He just held me like that for a while, super cozy and warm, just rubbing my chest and tummy in big circles with one of his big paws while stroking my hair in the other. When I say big, I mean it, his hand seemed like it was almost as wide as my belly when he spread it out. His breath was so heavy over my shoulder it felt like it pushed the air away, like it was almost getting hard to breathe anything but that beer-smell. When I wiggled a bit to try and get some fresher air I noticed his weiner flopped up against my rudder. I could kinda he was trying not to, but when I moved my leg I could feel him jolt a little bit, that heavy flesh sliding ever so slightly back and forth over my fur. As I tried to wiggle a little space between us, his dick slipped off my buttcheek and he tensed up and pressed down on my tummy. He pulled me back close like that, and he ended up sandwiching his dick between my legs. So if he wasn't doing it on purpose before, he definitely was now, just grinding his dick up underneath me, nudging my nuts with it when he pushed all the way forward. And the whole time, his big warm hands kept on stroking through my fur, but... rougher? not in a bad way, just like, occasionally he'd grab on somewhere and squeeze, first my timmy, my butt, my chest.... and then right down the front of my undies, like it was nothing. 

Hhis other hand slapped over my mouth right then or else I probably woulda squeaked so loud I'd of woken dad up, all the way upstairs... Jeez, his hands were so big... he could squeeze my privates sack and all in the middle of his palm, easy. He didn't have to do much more than that to get me humping into his paw, but his fingertips were rubbing up behind my sack, pressing and prodding at places... then all of a sudden, he just GROWLED all frustrated, rolled over on top of me and RIPPED my tightie whities down off me, tossing em to the side. Honestly thought he'd of just torn em in half! Before I could do anything about it he'd locked his paws around my hips, shoved me forward against the back of the couch and tugged my rearend back. Before I'd recovered from the whiplash of being tossed around like a doll the next thing I felt was his tongue burrowing up into me, and I had to shove my snout in the crack of the couch to keep myself quiet. 

He was gripping me so tight I could barely move at all, his claws even dug into my thighs a bit as his snout stuffed as far up under my rudder as he could get it. I felt his nose pressed against me, his thick muscly tongue lashing around inside me, and every breath he took so hot it felt like steam. I felt bad, at first, like, it had to be gross for him, right? But he didn't seem to care much, so I wasn't gonna, like, argue. Mixed with the beer now, there was another smell, and I didn't quite know what it was till, again, he grabbed me by the hips, tugged me back up on top of his tummy, and while he kept on I was suddenly face to face with that beer-can dick again. I was thinkin if I should, y'know, return the favor? But Rock made the decision for me, put a paw on the back of my head and shoved my snout into his scraggly crotch-fur.

This was that other smell, huh. God, dang. Hit me like a truck. I'm sure I was a LITTLE loopy from the beer before but this made me dizzy. He didn't have to say somethin like "Get it wet," (even though he did.) I bet before he even said that I was slurping at it, letting sweat and precum pour across my nose and my tongue and my BRAIN, y'know? My dick was mooshed against his chest as he sat me on his face, tugging me away from that cock, and I had to struggle, grab his tummy and pull myself back towards it, just to be able to taste and smell and feel it... that hot, heavy, ALIVE feeling on my cheeks and lips and tongue. For a while we bent back and forth like that, him tuggin me back onto his face, me crawlin across his tummy to get his dick within reach, and then things got, uh... well. A little rough.

If you want me to stop tellin' the story, let me know, okay? Cause like... Up to now stuff was all fun. And like, I don't wanna scare you, what happened after was fun too, I'd do it again, but... like, I don't know if I'd of done it the FIRST time, on purpose. But, I didn't really get to decide that, cause, well...

I guess I climbed far enough up his tummy that I was totally out of his reach. He made this noise, and I thought I'd like hurt him or somethin, and then I felt one of those big paws right in the square of my back, shoving me all the way forward, his dick sliding waaaaaay down my throat. I thought I was gonna hurl, felt my tummy heave, and he just kinda held me there for what felt like forever. I was so focused on not gagging that I barely even noticed the first finger he put in me, didn't feel that different from his tongue... but I definitely felt the second one, and then when he started pressing them apart... That stretchy soreness, like holdin your mouth open too long at the dentist. Actually, now I think about it, I got that from both ends, cause despite being kinda shoved into it, I still like... didn't wanna catch my teeth on his junk too much, y'know? Like I couldn't keep it from happening entirely, he was just way too big, but I tried my best to like, smoosh my lips over top of them and open as wide as possible.

I hadn't thought too much about the way he'd worded it before, he didn't say "Suck my dick." He'd said "Get it wet." So, NOW I know what that means, what was coming, but when he pulled me back off of him, tossed me to the side gasping for air, I thought maybe he'd like, squirted without actually shooting anything? Like, I thought he was done. Then that paw shoved my face into the mattress and I had a couple seconds feeling his big, slick tip clumsily poking around under my rudder to realize what was about to happen before it happened.

And like, it HURT. All the stupid fan fiction stories online act like it's just... y'know, it maybe stings a bit but then it's good right after that and it just feels normal to have something as thick as your arm jammed up into your guts. I kinda thought that stuff was, like, at least KIND OF true, but then again most of the stuff I read was written by girls anyway. So, it doesn't sting, it HURTS. And it didn't really stop hurting. But it did start feeling good at the same time, it's kinda hard to explain. Closest I can think of is getting a tooth pulled, yknow? You got a toothache so you go get a string, slam the door, it hurts right when you pull it, then it's sore afterward, but there's something like, satisfying to it. Even though it stings to do it, you still can't help poke your tongue where it used to be. 

Looking back I guess Rock must have done a decent job getting me warmed up for him, because otherwise I think he might have actually broken something when he shoved his way inside me. He wasn't exactly SLOW, but he paced himself, and it just felt endless to me. With my face all wet with spit mooshed into the mattress, I couldn't see anything, but it just kept going, felt like it was squeezing the air out of me even, like my breaths had to be shallower and faster because there just wasn't room... I was even feeling like I had to pee, even though all I'd had was that beer and a half, just cause everything inside was getting crowded up. He stopped, I caught my breath, relieved cause I thought he was, like, done. His thing was red-hot inside me, felt like when I accidentally touched the stove door, and I could feel his heartbeat through it too, or maybe it was mine, just this PULSE that seemed like it was gonna pop me like a balloon. I heard him kinda mumble something that I now guess was a warning, I started to ask him what he said and then he slammed that last inch or two into me and it knocked the wind out of me like getting plastered in dodgeball. 

I bit the mattress (yeah, haha) cause I didn't wanna make too loud a sound, but I can't imagine it actually muffled much. Rocky didn't sit still for long. He wiggled his hips up against my butt, grabbed onto my rudder, and got himself nice and situated before he started to... well... y'know, to FUCK me. Like, properly. There's no other word for it that really HITS right.

He slid out, nice and smooth, and I could swear I felt the space inside that he left behind. Like, I felt so empty and light that if he didn't have his hand on the back of my head I'd have floated up like a balloon. I'm sure I made some kinda long, low sound as he slipped all the way out of me, I felt my... uh, my butthole like, slurp closed as his dick slid out of it juuuuuust barely before he pushed back in, all at once, faster than before. I felt dizzy, my vision was blurry (I guess we didn't know I needed glasses yet but still) and every single time he pushed back into me it crushed the breath out of me. By this point the sheets underneath me were soaking wet with spit and... I'm not embarrassed, I probably cried a little too, not cause I was sad but cause like... well, first of all it still hurt, and second of all I was so tense from trying to just HANDLE what was going on, yknow? But I still couldn't quite handle it, and as he picked up the pace I... well I am kinda ashamed of this part, but, I wet the bed. Like, even with a stiffy, I wet the bed. And I KNOW it wasn't my fault, because like, I tried to hold it in, but every time he shoved his dick into me this huge blast would just spray out everywhere, like all over my front, all over the sheets underneath me. 

Like, I'm embarrassed now, not sure why I'm even telling you that part, but at the time like... I wasn't worried about it at all, I couldn't even think about it. All I could think about was how despite how sharp it felt with his dick all the way up in me, and how heavy and empty it felt when he pulled it out... it still felt good, and that good feeling was starting to take over. I didn't want it to stop, it felt like if he stopped I'd get, like, stuck somehow in the hurt of it, and the good feeling would go away. Felt like if he kept going, that electric-fence tingle would keep growing, and changing, and eventually it'd be something amazing.

That's not... exactly what happened, but I think that's the first time I really understood what "cumming" was supposed to be, even though I couldn't quite do it. Because Rock made a sound almost like something hurt him, flopped over me all heavy and sweaty, and used his weight to bury his dick aaaaaall the way up in me, like I could swear I felt it in my throad. That beer breath flooding over my face, he grabbed my cheek and messily kissed me, moaning as his thing twitched inside me, not feeling hot anymore but just... warm and wet. It was kinda scary, feeling that, I wasn't sure if I'd like... gotten hurt? y'know? But as he got soft, he got squished out of me, that warmth felt too good to be something bad for me. We laid there for what felt like an hour, and as the rush wore off I was like... really not happy down there. Like, felt like I'd been rubbed raw, and that empty feeling in my gut was turning into a soreness that'd be there for a little while. Like, I missed three days of school that next week cause of a "tummy ache" which wasn't exactly a lie so I don't even feel bad about it. Still, even sore, it felt good that Uncle Rocky was still kinda rubbing against it... wasn't till he started snoring again that I realized he was asleep.

It took a little effort to get out from under him, even asleep he kept tryin to grab me back under him. But after a couple tries I managed to sneak out. It was actually hard to walk, my legs were wobbling, and it took like... forever to get my head together, turn off the game, and take one step at a time aaaaaaaall the way back upstairs. I forgot about how I'd... kinda peed everywhere down there, but turns out Rocky sometimes does that when he gets drunk anyway so Dad just chewed him out for it. I don't think he remembered a thing, either, at least, cause he came in to check on me before he took off the next day, and asked me not to tell Dad about the beer, cause that might be why I had a tummyache. 

But I never did find those undies...