6 comments/ 122222 views/ 42 favorites Burning Ember By: timmywells There's nothing quite as dark as being out in the country around midnight on a hot summer night. Without the street lights and the neon illumination of civilization, the pitch blackness takes a little getting used to, which is why I was walking slowly and carefully down the steps of the back porch of my Uncle and Aunt's house. I couldn't see my hand in front of my face at first, and even after a few seconds my eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness, but there was no mistaking the little orange twinkle of light that was visible out by the barn in the back of the yard. The ember glowed brightly for a second, the product of a cigarette being inhaled, before going back to a dull glow. I walked back toward the man smoking the cigarette, because he was the reason I was out here. "Knew you would show up," my Uncle Chet said, his gravely voice not much louder than the peepers that surrounded us. I stood there silently, about three feet in front of my uncle, and as my eyesight improved I could see that he was naked except for boxer shorts and slippers. Not in bad shape for a guy in his mid-50's, and if I wasn't so nervous I might have appreciated his rugged manliness a lot more, but I was terrified. How I got to this point was simple enough. My mother had caught me in what you would call a compromising position with my best friend Clay, who was more than just my friend. Mom picked up on that when she came home unexpectedly on the first day of summer and found me gobbling Clay's cock. To get me away from Clay - and that was the reason no matter how else it was rationalized to me - I was sentenced to spend most of the summer at my mother's brother's house with him and my Aunt Betty. Being 19, I certainly was old enough to make my own decisions, but since I was living under her roof and being dependant on her financially until I got out of college, I had to suck it up and do what she said. I had found out that very first day that while my Aunt Betty didn't know why I was sent out there, the word had been passed to my Uncle Chet. Being a man of few words, he had made it clear that he knew the score. "Hear you're quite the cocksucker," Uncle Chet had said after dinner, out of his wife's earshot, and his words burned in my ears as his iron hand gripped my arm. "Meet me out back around midnight." I didn't have to be out there, I supposed, but Uncle Chet was rather persuasive and I was bored already after less than 24 hours in this rural hell, so there I was clad in my jeans despite the humid night. "Why did you say that to me before?" I asked with my thumbs hooked into my belt loops, trying to act defiant even though Uncle Chet was a half foot taller and about 50 pounds my superior. "It's true, isn't it?" Uncle Chet said, flicking his cigarette aside and exhaling deeply. "My sister says it's because your old man isn't around anymore that you're a little light in the shoes." "I dunno," was all I could say. "Don't be shy," Uncle Chet said as he reached out to me, his hand gripping my shoulder as he firmly moved me down to my knees, much like the man who had picked me up hitchhiking had done a few months earlier. "It's going to be a long hot summer. No sense not enjoying it." As my knees hit the grass I found myself staring at my Uncle Chet's boxer shorts, and as I steadied myself I tried to make sense of what was going on. "Well?" "Here?" I asked. "Well, we can't exactly go up and crawl in next to your aunt, now can we?" Uncle Chet scoffed, and then my hands were on the elastic of his boxers, nudging them down over his furry belly and down his legs. Uncle Chet's cock was inches from my face, a short thick stub nestled in a swirling salt and pepper bush, and without another word I reached up and took the squat uncut dick in my hand and brought it to my mouth. "Ah!" sighed my uncle as my lips disappeared in his pubic hair, and right away I could tell that the rubbery little stub I was starting to suck on was going to grow quite a bit before very long. "That's it Billy," Uncle Chet was saying, his hands guiding my head up and down his dick while his meaty balls slapped my chin. "Make me big and hard. Damn! You give better head than Betty does." Within a minute, Uncle Chet's toadstool had blossomed into about 7" of thick hard cock, as long as Clay's but much thicker, and my jaws stretched to accommodate the girth of his fat tool. "Lick my nuts," my uncle said, and then he was pulling his manhood out of my mouth and lifting it so my tongue could lap his furry nut sac a bit before he pushed his cock back between my lips. "Damn!" Uncle Chet hissed after my mouth went up and down nearly the entire length of his member again, his hands clutching my skull, and then he was cumming, spurting what seemed like a copious load of his seed down my throat, and as I struggled not to choke my uncle kept mooing like a cow until he went limp. "Oh man, that was sweet! Did you swallow?" he asked me after lifting me to my feet, and after I told him I had, he stunned me by kissing me long and hard on his mouth. If it wasn't for his tobacco breath I would have liked it even better, but I had little time to complain because as his tongue probed my mouth, his hand slid down my stomach and under my jeans, which were loose at the waist without my belt. I was hard, and as his fist seized my cock Uncle Chet chuckled as he practically crushed my boner. "You sure that you're 19? Damn, you sure got a little pecker on you, don't you Billy?" he chuckled while looking down at me, and while I was embarrassed at his somewhat accurate assessment, I was also cumming. My knees were buckling as I shot my load into my jeans and all over Uncle Chet's hand, and he kept chuckling as I held onto him while I emptied my balls. "Tomorrow night - same time," was what Uncle Chet said as he extracted his gooey hand from my jeans, wiping it on my chest before going back to the house. *** It was raining the next night, but when I looked out the back door I saw the burning ember of Uncle Chet's cigarette from the open doorway of the side entrance of the barn where he was waiting. I supposed that I didn't have to go, but I went anyway. All day around the house I had been reminded of what he had happened the night before, and whenever I looked at Uncle Chet he smiled when he saw where I had been staring. He wore trousers around the house, of course, but whenever I looked at him it was as if he was like he was the night before, with his boxer shorts down and his fat cock waving menacingly at me. Nothing was said while Aunt Betty was around, but when she wasn't in sight he would say things. Nasty and disgusting things, and when he did I would shiver and get aroused, even more so when he would rub up against me or squeeze my crotch while telling me what he was going to do to me. When Aunt Betty went into the bathroom Uncle Chet moved me against the refrigerator, pulling my hand into the open fly of his overalls and making me hold his dick right there in the kitchen. Well, maybe the words "made me" aren't accurate, because I loved the feel of his fat cock in my hand. "Take yours out," he said. "What?" "I said take your pecker out," he said. "Here?" I protested. "What if..." "Just do it," Uncle Chet said, and I reached down and pulled my jeans down a bit, because I had an erection and just pulling it out might not have been easy. "You're even smaller than I thought," he said derisively as he sneered at me before reaching down and grabbing my dick, squeezing tight as my boner disappeared in his fist, and while his words stung and the grip he had on my dick was not that of a lover, I found myself getting turned on by it all despite everything. "It's not that small," I whimpered as my five very skinny inches felt like it was being crushed in my Uncle Chet's fist, and he chuckled as he squeezed me even harder, slapping at my balls with the back of his hand while assuring me that it was indeed a pitiful excuse for a penis. My body shook as I felt my orgasm roaring through me, and then I was cumming, popping my load into the iron fist of my Uncle Chet while he cackled and kept trying to crush and pull my dick clean off. "You made a mess," Uncle Chet said as he let go of my dick and put his cum-filled palm in my face. "Clean it up." While I might not have much in the way of equipment, I cum big. It wasn't something I hadn't tasted before though, so it didn't bother me to lick my semen off of my uncle's hand, and then I was being pushed down to my knees onto the linoleum. Just as Uncle Chet was grabbing me my the hair and pulling me toward his cock, the sound of the toilet flushing meant that Aunt Betty would be out of the bathroom as soon as she finished washing her hands Uncle Chet dragged me to my feet and tucked his cock back into his pants, telling me to get myself presentable before his wife rejoined us. "Tonight," Uncle Chet reminded me. "Don't keep me waiting." *** Aunt Betty turned in early, and I kept looking out the window toward the barn, waiting for a sign that my Uncle Chet had gone back there. My dick was hard, even though it was a bit sore from the rough way it had been handled earlier, and I stroked it gently while looking out into the darkness. It was hot and muggy, and even though I had taken a shower I was already sweating, as much from nerves as the heat. I was confused over how I felt about my Uncle Chet, because when we were with Aunt Betty he was his normal friendly self, but once we were alone, he changed. He became mean and domineering, treating me roughly and making fun of me. The confusing part was that for some reason, I seemed to almost like it when he ridiculed my body and manipulated me with disdain. The way he squeezed my dick before, it was like he was trying to hurt me in a way, and even though I cringed when I thought back about that scene in the kitchen, the fact was that my dick was never harder and I had rarely experienced an orgasm so intense before. There it was - the burning ash of his cigarette glowing toward the back of the barn - my cue to get moving. I was only wearing underwear as I tiptoed down the hall while praying that Aunt Betty didn't suddenly appear in the hall. She didn't, and then I stepped outside into what felt like a furnace. It was hot inside but it was a steam-bath in the yard, and there were rumbles of thunder that indicated that the storms that had been predicted were about to arrive. While that might provide a little relief, I knew that after it rained it would be even more tropical. "Nice outfit," Uncle Chet said as he looked at me in my tight white fruit of the looms, with my boner causing a little tent in the pouch. Uncle Chet was wearing pajama bottoms and slippers, and as I stared at his chest with the mat of silver and black curls and the faded tattoos on his muscular arms, the bulge in my briefs got larger. "Let's go," Uncle Chet said, his grip on my neck making me wince, and he led me into the barn, where he lit a lantern and told me to take off my underwear. "Your old man got a little pecker too?" Uncle Chet asked derisively, and when I told him I didn't know he laughed and told me that it must run on my Dad's side of the family because my mother's brothers were all like him - hung like horses. "How come you're so mean to me?" I asked. "If you don't like it, leave," Uncle Chet said, and when I shrugged and didn't move he said that I just answered my own question. "Get me hard," Uncle Chet said as he stepped out of his pajama bottoms and wiggled the fat stub which would probably triple in length before long. The dirt floor was uncomfortable to kneel on, but after I opened my mouth and took his thick tool in my mouth I forgot all about that. I felt Uncle's Chet's cock start to come to life almost immediately, and then his hands were clutching my hair and moving my head to assist me. "Get your mouth down further," he implored me as his hairy ball sac slapped against my chin. "What are you doing with your hand? Jerking yourself off? Stop that shit and use your hands on me instead." Obediently I began to fondle his balls with my right hand while clutching his hairy ass with my left. My jaws were already aching but I didn't care because I really liked what I was doing, and the curses and muttering coming from my uncle turned me on as well. With Uncle's Chet's cock fully engorged, I waited for him to cum and his breathing got louder, but instead he yanked his dick out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet, herding me over to the back wall of the barn and telling me to stand on a step-stool while facing away from him. "Bet you like it in the ass," Uncle Chet said just as he stuck his finger between my butt cheeks. "OH!" What?" I said, wincing when I felt his greased finger penetrate my anus, but when I tried to squirm away he pushed me up against the wall. "Stay put," he growled as his finger went where nothing had ever been before. "I asked you if you liked it in the ass." "No - I never," I whimpered as another lubricated finger enter that tiny opening. I hadn't. Clay had wanted to but I was too scared and wouldn't let him because I knew it would probably hurt. The thought of Uncle Chet's cock, which was probably twice as thick as Clay's was, going up there had my hands trembling as they held the wall. "Cherry, huh Billy?" Uncle Chet said with a laugh. "Then you're in luck. Stop crying, you little twerp." I couldn't help it. Even though the fingers that were spinning around inside of my ass were starting to feel good, I knew that Uncle's Chet's cock was a lot bigger than his fingers and was going to hurt. I was right. I cried out when he pushed the fat head of his dick into me, and luckily the lightning and thunder outside masked my cry as the rest of his manhood slid deep into my rectum. Uncle Chet let out a guttural groan as he wrapped his arms around my sweaty body, and for a second I thought it was over. "Shut up and take it like a man," he declared. "Or else I'll really give you something to cry about." His thumbs and index fingers were on my nipples, pinching and twisting them hard as he began to move his stiff cock in and out of me. "Damn Billy, you're tight." "It hurts Uncle Chet," I sobbed. "It's too big." "You love it," he told me, and when his one hand stopped tormenting my nipple and slid down to my dick, we both knew he was right. It might have lasted 10 minutes, or even a half hour. Uncle Chet was relentless, practically lifting my feet up off of the stool as he thrust hard and fast into me, and after he groaned one last time, I felt a warmth fill my bowels and then it was over. I stayed as I was, still holding the barn wall as I felt his warm sap begin to trickle out of my anus after Uncle Chet pulled out his spent dick. In the dim light of the lantern, I could see my semen on the wall below me, the result of Uncle's Chet's hand finding my boner and yanking on it while he fucked me. "Raining like a bitch out there," Uncle Chet announced as he looked out the side door, and I gingerly got off of the stool and waddled towards him. "Could use a shower." I followed Uncle Chet out into the monsoon, and if Aunt Betty ever looked out and saw the two of us standing in the rain naked she would have fainted. Instead we went behind the barn and stood there, letting the cool rain wash over us. I found myself reaching out and touching Uncle's Chet's shoulders, and when he didn't say anything I started to run my hands all over his back, reveling the feel of his hairy and muscular body. "How's your ass feel?" he asked me as he turned around and let me rub his chest. "Hurts," I said as my uncle raised his arms to let me wash down his hairy armpits with the rainwater. "Feels like your dick is still in me." "First of all, it's a cock, not a dick. Yours is a dick. Don't worry. You'll get used to it. Tomorrow night you'll be begging for it." I was going to say that he was wrong but kept my mouth shut and kept stroking his dripping wet body as the thunder rolled and the lightning cracked to the east, lighting us up briefly. "You ain't getting it tomorrow night though," Uncle Chet informed me. "Tomorrow night is Saturday night. That's when I fuck your Aunt Betty. Ever have any pussy?" "Sure," I lied. "Bullshit. Well, maybe you can come down and listen outside the door. Get your rocks off." Just then, my dick poked Uncle Chet's hip, and when he saw my boner he laughed and told me to put my hands behind my head and keep them there. My heart started racing, thinking that Uncle Chet was going to wash me off like I had him, or even something better than that. Instead, his hand went down between my legs, bypassing my erection and grabbing my balls in his fist. "Ow!" I groaned as he squeezed my sac hard, and after telling me to shut up he started pulling and twisting my hairless pouch. Not as hard as he could have, but it sure wasn't done with love. The harder he yanked and pulled however, the more it excited me, and Uncle Chet knew it. "You like it rough, don't you Billy?" he snickered while he churned my nuts, the lightning illuminating his toothy grin while I stood there helplessly. "I knew the way you were from the start. You're gonna cum now, aren't you?" I did. Standing there in the driving rain with my hands behind my head, with my nuts being twisted in my uncle's right hand while he pulled on my nipple with his left, my body convulsed and I started jerking around like a marionette. Above my uncle's hand, my untouched dick sprang around, squirting jets of cum all over the place in what seemed like a endless staccato, and only after my dick went limp and I begged for Uncle Chet to stop did he release the grip on my aching balls. "Those little stones of yours really pump out the spunk, don't they? This is a night you'll never forget," Uncle Chet said before heading inside, leaving me in the rain. I stood there for a while, letting the rain soothe my body. My hand reached down and cupped my balls, which ached and felt swollen, and I gently rolled them in my palm. My other hand reached back and stroked my throbbing anus. I gently put a finger inside of me, and then a second. It didn't feel as good as Uncle's Chet's hand had, and certainly nothing like his cock had, but that didn't stop me. My other hand left my balls and started pulling on my dick, wishing it was my Uncle Chet doing it, and after a few minutes even though my dick never got very hard, I came, dribbling a little cum out of my semi-turgid pecker before going inside myself. *** "Oh! Oh! Oh!" It was 11 the next night, and the muffled gasps were coming from the bedroom of my sweet little Aunt Betty. The bed was squeaking and she kept whimpering, much like I would have been. I had been outside the door in the hall for about 10 minutes, listening to Uncle Chet have sex with his wife. I had already shot a load into the tissue I had carried with me, and if this lasted much longer I would probably need another one. It sounded brutal, and as I pictured frail Aunt Betty on the bed while her husband savaged her, I was jealous. Was he fucking her in the ass like he had me? Probably not. She was softly chanting his name as the bed squeaked. "Chet Chet Chet" she said quietly, even though my room was at the other end of the house, and then my Uncle started snorting as the tempo increased. His moan. It sounded just like it did when he came with me, and then it got quiet on the other side of the door. I tiptoed down the hall and back to my room, where I got into bed and watched the shadows dance on the moonlight that came through the curtains, trying to imagine what that must have looked like. Burning Ember I resisted the urge to jerk off again, and had just fallen asleep when I became aware that I was not alone. The hulking figure on the side of the bed was reaching down and pulling the sheet off of me before climbing onto the mattress beside me. "Want to know what your Aunt Betty's pussy tastes like?" Uncle Chet said as he leaned over and put his limp cock in my face. It tasted funny, but I welcomed the bulbous knob of his tool into my mouth and let him cradle my head so I could get at it better. "You should give Betty cocksucking lessons," he suggested. "Damn, wonder if I can get it up again? Haven't cum twice in years. Here." Uncle Chet climbed over me, straddling my face as he faced the foot of the bed, dragging his sweaty, hairy balls over my chin. I started to lick the furry orbs but that wasn't what he wanted me to do. "Lick it," came the muffled voice from above me as Uncle Chet slid a bit further down. His balls were on my neck, and it was clear now what he wanted me to do. The pungent aroma of his ass crack filled my senses as he lowered his butt onto my face, forcing his hairy orifice on me as the weight of his body kept me down. "Get your tongue in there," he commanded, and as I wiggled my tongue into his anus he moaned like a cow. I couldn't move, and only when Uncle Chet pulled my arm out from under him was I able to really breathe. He put my hand on his cock and made me jerk him off when I licked his anus. He was riding my face while I did my best to make his cock hard so he would cum, but it took a while. Finally. his cock stiffened and then came the familiar moan, followed by some warm gobs of cum dropping on my chest. At last he took his ass off of my face so I could breathe comfortably again. "Gonna tell me you never did that before either?" he sneered. "Felt like you've tossed a salad or two before." "That was disgusting," I said. "I can see how disgusted you are," Uncle Chet said as he looked down at my boner which was making a tent in my underwear. "Take them down and I'll get you off, since you sucked my ass so good." I was hoping that he would suck my dick, but instead he sat beside me as I yanked my underwear down and grabbed my stuff with both hands. "Not much to hold onto," Uncle Chet said as he took my dick between his thumb and index finger hard and began to jerk me off. "You seemed to like this last night." His other hand parted my legs before grabbing my sac, and as he began twisting and pulling on it he laughed at my moaning as I writhed on the bed. "Maybe if I pull harder on it it'll grow some," he suggested, and then proceeded to do just that. "Let me know just before you're going to cum," Uncle Chet said as he yanked savagely on my dick and tried to tie my balls in a knot. "Gonna cum!" I gasped as I watched my uncle working me over, and I almost levitated up off the bed as he somehow kept me on the brink of orgasm for the longest time before letting me cum. My head was spinning as I watched my dick erupt like a geyser, spurting cum all over the place, and just when it felt like it was over, I started cumming again. "Please," I cried after the orgasm kept washing over me in waves. "Stop." I ended up curled in a fetal position after my Uncle Chet released his hold on me, and I felt his hand on my back as my body kept shuddering. It was a rare tender moment, and after he asked me if I was okay I nodded. Uncle Chet kissed me, his tongue finding mine, and as we kissed I put my hand down between his legs, grabbing his fat stub and pulling on it. I wanted him in my ass so bad, but he took my hand away. "Tomorrow night," he said. "You'll get all you want tomorrow night." *** There it was, a tiny flicker in the darkness. The glowing ash of Uncle Chet's disgusting cigarette was my cue to go outside. I was hoping this would happen here in my bed, where it was nice and clean and comfortable, but Uncle Chet would have none of that. "In case you start crying and screaming," he informed me. "I don't want you waking up your Aunt Betty if you turn into some whimpering fairy after I stick it in you." Of course, I didn't HAVE to go out there. Uncle Chet made that clear several times, but I knew as well as he did that I really had no choice because I wanted to, no matter how scared I was. My dick was sore, not only from Uncle Chet's rough handling of it, but from jerking off every chance I got. Just the thought of Uncle's Chet's cock made me hard, and I was erect as I joined Uncle Chet out by the barn. "Let's go," he said gruffly, grabbing me by the back of the neck as he often did, and after he brought me back behind the barn to grab the lantern, I walked with him down the hill towards the abandoned railroad tracks, where he was going to have me. "Bet you've been thinking about this all day," Uncle Chet said as tree frogs serenaded us on our journey. "I'm scared though," I confessed. "I don't want it to hurt like it did the last time." "Yes you do," Uncle Chet saaid in correcting me. "You want me to rip your ass up, and after I do you'll beg for me." I shook my head but I was staring to think that Uncle Chet knew me like a book. All afternoon I had probed my own ass with my fingers, exporing a previously unvisited orifice, and had even cum when I hit one very special spot. Would Uncle Chet's cock hit that spot? I was about to find out. "Good enough," Uncle Chet said as he put the lantern on the ground next to a tree, and as he flicked his pajama bottoms open and let them fall to the ground around his ankles, I dropped to my knees to help him step out of them so as not to get them dirty. Having Aunt Betty see dirt on her husband's PJ's wouldn't be easily explained. After I yanked off my underwear, I took care to make sure they stayed clean as well before turning back to my uncle, who snickered when he looked down at me. "That dick of yours always hard?" He asked as he grabbed it in his fist, and as I groaned he took his own flaccid cock in his free hand and brought it up to my erection. "Ooh!" he groaned as the tips of our cocks touched, and when he continued to press my dripping dick up and down the opening of his rubbery stub, I warned him that it was feeling way too good. It looked good too, even in the dim light provided by the lantern and the stars, when I watched us being pressed together. It was like a grape caressing a plum, and it was almost as if Uncle Chet pinched his manhood to open up the slit, my dick would slide in. It was that thought that made me cum all off my uncle, sending volleys of semen all over his cock and the surrounding area. After my orgasm wound down, I knew what was expected of me, so I was headed down to the ground before Uncle Chet's hand hit my shoulder. I slurped up the semen that coated his fat tool, and as I cleaned it I could feel his cock getting energized. By the time I was done it was fully engorged, and the sight of his throbbing manhood, with the bulging veins that covered the shaft had my own dick showing signs of life even though I shuddered to think what was about to happen. "You're late," my uncle said suddenly, and it was only then that I realized we weren't alone. There was a man standing to the side, holding a flashlight on us, the beam focused on my boner, and I scrambled to cover myself I heard him chuckle. "Had a hard time getting rid of Mrs. Tierney," the man said, and while I wasn't able to see the man in the darkness I recognized the voice. "Hello Billy. Nice to see you again, especially like this." "Father Willard?" I croaked as my eyes began to adjust well enough to see the man, not dressed in his working attire but in casual garb. The guy looked much different than he did on Sunday, and as he came up to us he reached down and brushed my hand away from my crotch and replaced it with his. "You were right, Chet," Father Willard said as he grabbed my dick, which had shriveled from shock, and as he pulled on it he laughed. "Billy here does have a little one. It's so cute, like a peanut. Are you really 19, son?" "Watch out there Wally," my uncle said, calling the preacher by his first name. "That tiny pecker cums like a cannon." "That right, son?" Father Willard asked me in his soothing voice, and then he was going down to his knees, engulfing my dick with his mouth. I came almost right away as his warm lips went up and down my dick, and Father Willard gagged a bit as I ejaculated a load and a half down his throat. "Warned you," Uncle Chet said as Father Willard got to his feet. "Serves you right for going down on him without asking. Don't want to spoil him like that, or else he'll be expecting me to start sucking on that puny penny whistle too." Uncle Chet was stroking his cock, greasing it and keeping it ready, and then he was positioning me on my knees while Father Willard dropped his trousers and boxer shorts. "Give Wally some head," my uncle said as he joined me on the ground, his fingers digging into my anus as I stared aat the long thin cock before me. Father Willard's cock wasn't thick like my uncle's, but it was really long. The uncircumsized hose swung between his bony thighs like a metronome, and I fumbled with the rubbery tube with my trembling hands while squirming with Uncle Chet's fingers exploring my rectum. All of the three dicks I had experienced before then had been circumsized, so the pale hooded penis fascinated me even thogh I was shocked at what was going on. "Don't stare at it. Suck it," came my Uncle Chet's voice from behind me. "Suck that cock." "You're going to get sloppy seconds," Uncle Chet said to Father Willard. "Oh dear. Young Billy won't even be able to feel me after you ravage him with that cock of yours," Father Willard responded, his hand running through my hair as I felt his cock begin to stiffen, and even though he was probably old enough for social security, it was becoming obvious that he was not over the hill in one department. My lips went up and down the stiffening spear, and as I jerked off the parts of the shaft my mouth would have no chance in the world of reaching, what was coming to life was impressive indeed. The biggest dick I had even seen - maybe an inch or two longer that my uncle's cock - and as the thickly veined prong blossomed the thought of that probing my insides made me tremble. Father Willard pulled his cock out of my mouth for a second so he could get down on the ground, apparently so I could suck him off while Uncle Chet fucked me from behind, but as Uncle Chet mounted me I knew I couldn't do it while that thick tool was impaling me. "Just lick it son," Father Willard said as I cried out in pain from the bulbous knob of Uncle Chet's cock being pressed into me. "Is your uncle inside of you?" "Just the tip," I grunted. "It hurts." "I know," Father Willard said as he stroked his muscled member, the long foreskin sliding back and forth over the pale cone. "How does this feel then?" Uncle Chet said as he grabbed a fist-full of my hair and pulled on it while sliding his cock deep into my bowels "OW!" I cried out before Uncle Chet pushed my face into Father Willard's crotch, my cheeks buffeted by the white pubic bush. I licked the veiny underside of Father Willard's cock as Uncle Chet began slamming in and out of me, and Father Willard guided my face down to his balls, which hung low in their oversized pouch. I lapped at the nuts while Father Willard jacked himself off, and soon the pain became pleasure once again. "You like that son, don't you?" Father Willard said. "You like your uncle's cock in your ass, don't you?" "Yes," I grunted as Uncle Chet moved in and out of me, his meaty hands on my hips. "Want to get rimmed as an appetizer, Wally?" my uncle said from behind me. "Would you young fellow? Would you like to do that?" Father Willard said, but it wouldn't have mattered what I said because my Uncle Chet was giving the orders. Father Willard managed to contort his aging body upward so that his bony ass was in my face, and Uncle Chet moved my head in between the cheeks. His anus wasn't hairy like my Uncle Chet's, and the little button even smelled good as I began to lick it. "Get your tongue in there," snorted Uncle Chet as he kept thrusting and snorting like a bull while watching me lap at Father Willard's anus. "Oh my word!" I heard Father Willard say while above my head his fist moved up and down his cock. "Cum in his mouth - or all over his face," I heard Uncle Chet say as he yanked my head out of the crack of Father Willard's ass just as he started to cum. A rope of Father Willard's seed sprayed my cheek before I managed to get my mouth onto his cock, and was able to take the rest of his load thanks to Uncle Chet pushing my head down until the tip of the dick was poking my throat. Unle Chet chose that moment to cum himself, filling my rectum with his spunk while I tried not to choke on Father Willard's cock. In a moment they had both been satified, leaving me with a boner that I was ordered to take care of myself, despite Father Willard offering his assistance. "Watch how much he comes," my Uncle Chet explained to Father Willard as they watched me rubbing the staff of my dick with my thumb and index finger. "I could tell that when he came in my mouth before," Father Willard reminded my uncle, and I didn't disappoint, spurting all over the ground while they cackled with delight. "I so wanted to sample his bottom," Father Willard lamented as we trudged up the hill. "Perhaps you can send Billy down to the rectory some afternoon." "We'll see," my uncle said, but after Father Willard went on his way my uncle stuck his finger in my chest, jamming it in hard to emphasize his words before we went inside for the night. "I don't want you going near him by yourself," Uncle Chet warned me. "He's a real weirdo." I wanted to ask whether that meant Father Willard was even stranger than he was, but I bit my tongue and nodded. I got the message. *** "Billy!" Father Willard said after he opened the door and saw me standing there. "What a pleasant surprise." "Should I have called?" I asked. "No no no," Father Willard said. "This is splendid. Let me just take care of something first." After he ushered me inside, he left me alone for a moment, and after dispatching the woman who had been cleaning by giving her the rest of the day off, he rejoined me. "Come with me Billy," he said as he brought me down a hall to door that was padlocked, and when he unlocked it I saw a stairway which led into a dark basement. "I have something to show you." "Will I like it?" I asked. "I hope so," Father Willard replied as he guided me down the musky smelling stairway, and as the soft touch of his hand on my shoulder changed into a tight grip on the back of my scalp. "I know I will." *** thanks for reading Burning Embers She was waiting in her chair of the living room anxiously. Her friend from across the sea had promised that he'd be coming around lunchtime but not to bother about food as he'd probably already had something. But this was night time and she kept thinking back to their conversations over the internet. They flirted with each other outrageously whilst they were online and even though both of them knew that It was a little wrong, they couldn't help themselves sometimes, especially with some of the things they said to each other. They kept on at it because they were both fond of each other and he made her feel all special and loved, and she made him feel desirable again after his break up. As she thought back, she started to become aroused but realised what was happening so tried to wipe the thoughts from her mind with only a minor success. AS she looked down towards the rug lined with fur in front of the roaring fire, she dreamed about lying in front of it with him. They would be both in each others arms as the warmth seeped into their systems, completing the whole romantic setting as they kissed each other. A loud noise outside awoke her from her waking dream as she looked out of the window and saw that the weather was getting progressively worse. The wind was blowing all of the trees very heavily, making them sway as if desperately holding onto the ground as their leaves were plucked from the branches and being dragged through the air by the invisible force. She began to worry if he would make it alright and shut the curtains, blocking out the awful scene. She moved over to the fire and turned it up slightly making the heat almost intolerable if you were sat next to it, but from a distance the heat was filling up the room making it more cosy. The embers and flame dancing in the firebox to their invisible melody, almost with a hypnotic effect in her mind as she felt her soul pour into the dancing lights and was being replaced by the emanating heat. As her mental state began to become thinner and thinner, she thought of his image in all of the pictures he had sent over the past year. All of his photos came with a smile or a cheeky grin that she had come to know and love. Over her troubles with her partners, he had been there for her when she was being neglected and felt unloved. She often wished that she had more than words on a screen to relate to as the loneliness overcame her some nights when they were talking. She gave him electronic hugs so often but they were no match for the real thing. But what she remembered most was their more intimate conversations of their cloths and their tastes in sex and romance. What often frightened her was that they both liked the same things and seemed to connect to well, and the fact that with a few words he could send her temperature soaring and turn her on so much. But she was always obliged to keep her hands on the keys as she felt to do otherwise would be wrong. AS she raised her glass and had another drink of her wine her eyes were transfixed on the flames. Her body was becoming more and more loosened by the effects of the liquor. Her mind was following the same example of the rest of her as the flames worked upon her mind like some form of drug. But it all disappeared in the blink of an eye as she heard a knocking at the door and her heart beat suddenly raced as her whole body jumped. She rose up and walked to the door in answer to the knocking, every step down the hallway making her whole body quiver in anticipation as she reached for the door handle. She braced herself for the influx of emotion as she felt and heard the wind swirling outside. She opened the door and there he stood. A young man in his very early 20's with a very short haircut, obviously done with a shaver. He stood there in his black jeans that had a slight fur attached to them as they went up to his shirt in aroyal shade of purple. It was loosened at the top revealing some sort of vest top underneath. He gave his customary smile as if to say hello and thank you. He couldn't believe it himself that he had come all the way from across the ocean to this foreign country and see a very close friend in the woman before him. He knew she was older than he was by some years but it didn't matter to him, he knew she was a good person and he cared for her. And the way he felt for her was very strong right now as he also remembered their more intimate moments over the internet. He stepped into the house as the wind howled behind in, suddenly finding a new place to fly as it left its cold shadow on both the people as it raced down the corridor causing both of them to have Goosebumps on their exposed areas. Her chest suddenly shivered as the wind rose the tiny lumps across the surface of her skin while her heart was racing just as fast. He looked at her in the soft glow of the hallway light with the glow of the fire creeping around the corner of the doorway in front of him as he placed his bag on the floor and looked at her. Her dress was purple and black with straps going over her smooth shoulders. As he gazed at her neck in remembrance of the few conversations where she had confessed to him that any touch there was an instant turn on for her. The whole outfit was covered in purple roses and had a summery feel to it. He scented a faint perfume in the air that soothed him which he liked immensely, she had obviously gone to more trouble for him that she would have for any of her other friends. He felt flattered but aroused as well. He began to speak to her and the sound of his voice was cheery and bright yet dep and sensual as if to betray and confirm the thick atmosphere between them. "It's good to finally meet you in person, you look amazing." She blushed and bowed her head slightly as she suddenly tried to act all shy, but failed as the thoughts in her mind betrayed her expression. "Thank you. How was the trip and are you hungry?" "No thank you." He replied politely "as a matter of fact I'm rather tired and I think I should head up to bed." This deflated her a little bit, she hoped he wouldn't be like her other partners who never had the time for her, and after she had made so much effort for him. She was determined to salvage the mood, as sensual as it was. "Some wine before you go?" she asked with her voice on a slight inclined tone. He smiled at her and drew closer. "That would be nice" She turned her back to him and approached the little table next to the chair opposite the burning fire where the 2 glasses and wine bottle stood in expectancy to be opened to help the mood along. She bent down and poured them two glasses of white wind and turned once again to see him waiting for her, gazing into the fire almost hypnotised as she once was. She handed him the wine glass and they brought them together with a chiming noise as they struck that was comforted by the background flickering of the fire and it's gentle sound crackling. "Cheers." He said as he gazed into her eyes. "Cheers." She replied as she could almost feel the electricity between them. They both raised their glasses and tasted the wind, never leaving their eyes from each other until they closed them to drink from their glasses. He lowered his first and gave out a noticeable shiver. "Are you alright?" she asked. Her voiced laced with concern. "Yes." He smiled back, "it's just the wine has an effect on me." "Me too." She replied and they both giggled slightly. She then took his glass from his hand and approached the table once again . She almost wished she hadn't. He silently approached her from behind and had placed his hands around her waist and had began to coress her neck with her lips in such a gentle motion she dropped her wine glass as her whole body lost all rigidity in that powerful moment of passion her guest had embraced her in. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl as she waved her head around in ever increasing surges of extreme pleasure as he had now begin to kiss, lick and suck her neck more and more strongly and her eyes centred on the wine glass falling. The passage of time had slowed to a crawl as she saw the glass tumbling and spiralling down through the air similar to a way a stone would descend down through water in the seas. It rotated downwards and landed on the edge of the furry rug in front of the fire, not shattering but hitting the ground with a gentle thud as the fur of the rug cushioned it's impact and stopped it from shattering. She could control herself no longer as every suck on her sensitive neck simply drew the life right out of her body, only her legs being as tight as they were kept her upright. He raised his hands to the straps of her dress and rolled the down past her shoulders. The whole motion amplified the feeling of him sucking her neck and her head almost burst as he reached up his hands and pulled down her dress to reveal her breasts which he then began to run his fingers over. He pulled on her nipples and twiddled them through his fingers and she felt like the pressure would make her heart stop in ecstasy. She could take it no longer! She grabbed his hands around her own breasts and squeezed them hard sending a surge of electricity to both her brain and her vagina as suddenly her resolve broke and she turned and tore his shirt off. He did have a vest top on underneath and it was a dark black which ran along the curves of his torso frame, she placed her palms flat on his chest muscles and squeezed as he had done with her. She could feel the muscle beneath his skin and it was firm as she almost dug her nails into him, but instead she pushed him down upon the furry rug in front of the fire where the heat blazed as she collapsed on top of him and kissed him passionatley. She almost felt like she was forcing her tongue into his mouth as the intense heat spiralled around the two lovers and the kissed and squeezed the life out of each other in the furious heat of passion they were both encircled in. She raised herself up and moved up to let her breasts fall upon his face which he instinctively began to suck and lick which sent both of them into a more and more explosive mood with every passing, intense second. He suddenly gripped her body tightly and they rolled over so that she was now under his body moaning with pleasure as his manly frame lie on top of her writhing in delight as their bodies tried to be communicating in a deep and sensual language. As their kissing got more and more passionate she took her hands down to below his waist, unfastened his belt, unzipped his trousers and pulled down on them to reveal his now erect and hard penis which she started to stroke in between her legs. The sound of him moaning vibrated against her as their frantic kissing continued through the actions of their bodies beneath them in the sweltering heat from the fire. He reared up and looked down upon her. Her breasts were shown over the dress which he had pulled down earlier and her legs were apart as the space he filled between them was now vacant, but he looked down and saw her underwear was black and lacy and his instincts took over. He reached his hand between her legs and started to circle around the material covering her vagina which moved with his fingers, telling him that she had become very wet and turned on. It was that and the moaning she let out as his fingers brushed across her underwear in circling motions making her almost scream with pleasure. He clambered over himself and pulled off his trousers which were now resting below his erection and she instinctively pulled her dress above her head leaving only her pants remaining which he then removed, his hands almost straining at the material and he nearly ripped them off in the fire of passion. He copied her moves as he grabbed his vest top and pulled it over his head revealing his manly frame which glowed red and orange with the burning firelight which reflected off his torso, showing the curves of his muscular chest. They were now totally naked with each other in front of the searing fire. She was lying on the rug, the fur coressing her back and sneaking around her waist and sides and he was kneeling over her. His body glowing from the fire and his erection now harder than ever as they looked into each others eyes. "I want you!" he said to her. She smiled at him as she lay on the rug totally naked. "I want you too," she replied. "take me now". He leant forward and reached his hand around his penis and guided it into the wetness between her legs and as his shaft flowed into her, she let out a moan of delight as her lungs let out the breath she didn't realise she had been holding and he let out a single groan, laced with fiery passion. She gripped his waist as he began to move his hips slowly at first into her but he started to speed up as she held him tighter, holding his frame as he moved in and out of her, pushing all of the right spots inside her sending her head almost to the point of fainting. It was the intense heat as they made love together, their body temperature soaring, not helped by the fire beside them as beads of sweat started to form on both their bodies from the exercise. As the temperature grew, they both moaned and groaned with furious temperament as they became almost animal as they held each other. Beads of sweat were starting to fall upon her body, so she pulled him down against her red hot chest as he kept heaving and pushing within her. "I've been waiting for this for ages," she said between exhales "The feel of you inside me and your body near mine" "Me too." He replied "You feel so wet and it's really turning me on! Does it feel good, me inside you, rubbing against you?" Every word he spoke as his penis rubbed past her clitoris was spoken with the deep passion as the heat made her head spin. Or was it what they were doing? He was a very good lover and she had not made love this intensely for a long time. Every thrust he made into her brought a sharp pleasurable feeling as she could feel herself becoming more and more stimulated by the second. He could also feel the sensations as he lay on top of her making love as hard as he could to her. He had never been this close to anyone for ages and even then, it was never this good. He suddenly felt her vagina tighten around his cock as the top stroked her clit with ever increasing speed as she started to moan louder and louder in ecstasy. The feeling of her about to cum was being shared as both of the lovers became more and more fiery, both of them were searing hot down by the fire upon the fur of the rug which only served to intensify the passion shared between them. He raised himself up to make the sex more pleasurable for her in another angle and it worked perfectly as she almost screamed with delight on every hard thrust. She moaned more louder and her breathing became more and more laboured and he also had started to quiver, his body flowing with passionate, sensual energy stemming from the tip of his penis moving forcefully within her and the two of the lovers came closer and closer until she finally started to come and her body convulsed with pleasure. "Oh god baby!" she yelled out. "I'm coming, fuck me harder!" He smiled down into her eyes. "Me too and I'm not going to stop!" he replied and they both smiled at each other. But the smiles were soon turned to expressions of elation and passion as her vagina suddenly went into spasm and the feeling of several orgasms rocked through her system sending waves of pleasure through every fibre of her body as he only went harder and faster. They both started to come almost simultaneously and once again he was forced into her large chest, never stopping for a moment but started to suck her nipples like a vampire seizing its prey for the kill in front of the blazing heat of the fire. The moment had came and the passion had engulfed their bodies like some powerful beast who struggled through endless heat to find it's moment, and the moment had come for both of them. She let out a scream as she finally felt the walls of her vagina tighten for the last time and as in answer to her body writhing in orgasm, he felt himself erupt bringing nothing but the hottest feeling in his mind and his penis and he almost passed out from the heat as he moved slower and slower, the feeling of passion slowly transforming into the afterglow as bright as the fire they lay in front of. After a few moments he had stopped moving altogether. They both lay in each others arms on the rug ad kissed slowly but romantically as they both glowed with the romance of the moment, looking dearly into each others eyes. She was the one to finally break the silence only accompanied by the cracking of the fire which had also begun to die down as if it had viewed the heat of the two lovers and tried to out do them with no success. "Oh baby," she began; "that was incredible!" "That was well worth the wait" he replied. "I've been thinking of you ever since we started to have more "intimacy" in our talks and when I looked at your pictures and saw the sexy person I'm with now" She smiled modestly and curled up with him more tightly. It had been a while since anyone had called her good looking and sexy and she was enjoying every minute of it as she lay cuddled close to her friend from across the sea. "I think it's time for us to go to bed now." He said quietly almost with a childlike quality which she found cute, she smiled and held him to her breast more tightly. "Ok then you go first, it's at the back of the house. I'll be there in a moment" she replied, the glow starting to slowly dissipate. He picked up his things and walked naked towards the back of the house until he came to a bedroom with oriental decorations within. He remembered her saying she liked the patterns in a conversation long ago so guessed it was her bedroom. He placed his bag onto a wooden chair amongst similarly made furniture amongst the black decorations which he liked a great deal and suited the décor nicely. But he wasn't sleeping in the furniture so looked towards the bed as he put on his night-shorts. (he felt disposed to do so because he was in a friends house. He usually wore nothing when going to bed) The mattress seemed to be very comfortable as he sat down on it without a single squeak or creak. He figured he was going to have a very nice nights sleep as he was quite tired from the passionate moments he had shared with his friend and climbed into bed almost falling asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow, but he was brought back into consciousness by the sound of the door opening and her stepping into the room. He smiled at the sight of her as he always felt she was gorgeous and there she stood in her purple, silk night-shirt looking very elegant as she crept into bed with him. They gazed into each others eyes for a moment. "It's been ages since I cuddled in bed with someone and fell asleep in their arms" she said almost dreamily, the sleep creeping up on her. "I know, me neither." He replied. "So come here lover." And she shuffled along the bed and they embraced each other and kissed gently. The felt the intimacy as they lay there together in bed amongst the silk sheets and felt the cosiness shared between a loving couple even thought they were friends. AS they both lay on the line between reality and dreams, they felt more closer to each other than ever before, and it wasn't because of the passion earlier. It was because of their shares likes and habits. They both decided to make a go of it as they closed their eyes, her head resting on his chest and began to dream. The night passed and morning came with the dawning of the sun and the birds singing outside heralding a new day for both of them. They had moved slightly during the night as they slept but always ended up in each others arms one way or another as if their unconsciousness didn't want them to be apart from each other any longer. She was the one to wake up first, albeit slowly and her first thought was to hug the person holding her tighter as she felt his love for her as he lay there sleeping. But the act of her tight hug awoke him and almost automatically he hugged her back, almost as tightly but not confusing strength with tenderness. They were both tired still but she looked into his eyes dreamily and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, to which he responded to almost instinctively. Although they were both tired they both felt the warm glow that ensued from every kiss, as if the fire and heat from last night was still glowing faintly within them. They kissed more and more frequently but not an increase in passion was felt by either of them as they enjoyed this moment of tenderness As she rolled onto her back taking her with him and unbuttoned the top button of her night-shirt. She did this to feel more relaxed and comfortable as sometimes the flimsy material flapped against her body and she was too tired yet cosy to let her mood get ruined by her clothes. She was turned on by the tenderness of the moment they were sharing and her body gave off the signals to him as they lay there kissing gently. She reached down and pulled the lower part of her night dress up to reveal her genitals which had become turned on and moist with the calm, loving feeling. He felt her mood and he was also turned on as well by the tender feeling between then and he pulled his night-shorts down below his slightly erect penis and worked his way into her once more. There was not the intense passion of their heated encounter last night, it had been replaced by comfort and tenderness as they made love slowly and tenderly on the bed as the morning came upon them. Burning Embers She rolled over so she was lying on top of him, never allowing him to leave her body and she moved her abdomen up and down on his firming penis as they both groaned sleepily and held each other gently in the loving way. She liked the feeling of being in control as they made love slowly and less intensely but in a more loving way. The orgasm that approached them both silently came in a controlled way and brought more gentler sensations for both of them. She moved faster to allow for her feelings to come to a head as she glided across the shaft of his penis. He was quite a big person for his age but he was an excellent lover for her as he was gentle, tender and loving. She was also perfect for him, he thought to himself as she cared and was sensitive to feelings and loved him in a way no other woman had loved him before. She moaned as the climaxing sensation seeped through her making her more tired than before, but she didn't object in the slightest as a smile had crept across her face during the whole experience. She felt as though someone had given her a dose of a wonderful drug, a combination of companionship and love in the right amounts which left her feeling all warm inside. As she slowed her rhythm to relax herself from the orgasm, he gently coaxed her to roll over so he could enjoy her as much as she enjoyed him. It wasn't long before he was climaxing with the same feelings of warmth and comfort she had felt as he came inside her, making him feel so loved a smile formed on his face as well as he laid down beside her and held her in his embrace. Their love making had tired them out again and they both fell asleep in each others sweet embrace. They were now two lovers who cared so much for each other that nothing in the world would keep them apart as the sun rose over the horizon and poked beams of gentle light into the bedroom as if to welcome the lovers into a new world where they would always be there for each other. The end?