I've been watching Uncle John for years, ever since I was old enough to notice how his big hands gripped the steering wheel while teaching me to drive, or how his thick arms flexed when he showed me how to fix an engine. At 42, he's tall as hell, over six feet, with a broad chest and shoulders that make him look like he could crush anything in his path. His body's covered in dark hair, from the thick patch on his pecs down to the trail disappearing into those tight work jeans that hug his powerful thighs and the bulge I try not to stare at. He always smells like motor oil mixed with cedar from the woods around his cabin, and that deep voice of his rumbles like thunder when he says my name. Tori. But in my fantasies, it's more than that.
This summer, I'm crashing at his secluded cabin while we renovate the place. I'm 19 now, a university freshman, but next to him, I feel small, lean and toned from workouts, but nothing like his heavy muscle. The tension's been killing me. We work shirtless in the heat, sweat dripping down our bodies, and I catch him glancing at my abs or the way my shorts ride low. His hand lingers on my lower back when he guides me to hammer a nail right, sending sparks straight to my cock. Every time he strips off his flannel, revealing that hairy chest, I get rock hard, hiding it behind tools or excuses to grab a beer. And when he growls "good boy" after I tighten a bolt just right, I nearly whimper.
Tonight, it's unbearable. The sun's dipped low, leaving the woods around the cabin thick with shadows. We're on the porch, feet up, cracking open cold beers after a long day. The air's hot and sticky, crickets chirping like they're egging us on. John's in his usual flannel, unbuttoned halfway, jeans stretched tight over his crotch. I can see the outline of his thick cock even soft, and it makes my mouth water.
I'm buzzed, the beer loosening the knot in my gut. My heart pounds as I steal glances at his stubbled jaw, the way his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows. Fuck it. The words I've fantasized saying bubble up. I set my beer down, turn to him, and let it out in a rush. "Fuck me, Uncle."
His beer freezes halfway to his mouth. Dark eyes lock on mine, surprise flashing before it turns to hunger. He sets the bottle down slow, like he's savoring the moment. "What'd you say, boy?" His voice is low, gravelly, sending shivers down my spine.
I swallow hard, my cock already throbbing in my shorts. "I said fuck me. Please, Uncle John. I've wanted you for so long." My voice cracks, needy, but I don't care. The air crackles between us.
John's lips curl into a smirk, possessive and dark. He stands up, towering over me, his shadow swallowing me whole. At 5'10", I'm not short, but next to him, I feel tiny, breakable. He reaches down, grabs my wrist, and yanks me to my feet like I weigh nothing. His grip is iron, callused fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp. "You been teasin' me all summer, nephew. Those looks when I'm sweatin', your little cock twitchin' in those shorts. You want this? Want your uncle to claim that tight ass?"
"Yes," I whimper, stepping closer, my body pressing against his solid heat. He smells so good, that oil and cedar mixing with sweat and beer. "God, yes. Take me."
He doesn't waste time. His free hand cups the back of my neck, pulling me in for a deep kiss. His mouth crashes against mine, rough and demanding, his tongue shoving past my lips to invade, tasting of beer and smoke. I moan into it, sucking on his tongue, my hands clutching his flannel as he devours me. He's so much bigger, his chest like a wall against mine, and I feel his strength in every move. The way he angles my head, controls the kiss, bites my lower lip hard enough to sting.
John growls low, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down my neck. His teeth sink into the skin there, marking me with a sharp bite that makes me cry out, my cock leaking pre-cum into my shorts. "Mine," he rumbles against my throat, his stubble scraping fire. "My good boy, beggin' for his uncle's cock."
He spins me around, shoving me against the porch wall. The wood bites into my back, but I don't care. I like the way his body is pinning me, one massive thigh wedged between my legs, grinding against my hard-on. His hands roam, groping my ass through my shorts, squeezing the cheeks hard, spreading them like he owns them. I buck against him, whimpering, "Uncle, please... touch me."
"Oh, I'll touch you. Gonna wreck this pretty little body." He yanks my shirt off, tossing it aside, then his fingers pinch my nipples, twisting the sensitive buds until I arch and beg. Pain mixes with pleasure, his rough pads rolling them, pulling until they're red and aching. I gasp, my head falling back against the wall as he sucks one into his mouth, teeth grazing, tongue lashing. "Such sensitive tits for a boy your age. Bet you've been dreamin' of me suckin' these while I fuck you raw."
"Yes! Fuck, Uncle, don't stop." I'm panting, overwhelmed by his size, the way his muscles flex under my hands as I claw at his shoulders. He strips me bare in seconds, shorts and boxers gone, my cock springing free, hard and dripping. John's eyes rake over me. "Look at you, all eager. But you're so small compared to me, boy. Gonna stretch you wide."
He drops to his knees and shoves my thighs apart. His hands grip my ass, spreading me open, and then his face is there, beard scratching my inner thighs. His tongue licks a hot stripe up my crack, teasing my hole before diving in. I yelp, hands fisting his hair as he rims me, wet tongue pushing inside. "Oh god, Uncle... that's so dirty. Eat my ass, please."
He groans into me, the vibration making me shake. "Tastes so good, my little slut nephew. Gonna get you ready for my fingers, then my cock." He spits on my hole, working his tongue deeper, fucking me with it while one hand strokes my cock, thumb smearing pre-cum over the head. I'm a mess, begging, hips grinding back onto his face.
John pulls back, grabbing lube from his pocket—always prepared, this man—and slicks his fingers. He stands, pressing against me again, his clothed cock a massive ridge against my bare one. "Bend over a bit, boy. Let Uncle finger that virgin hole." I do, bracing on the wall, and he pushes one thick finger in. It burns, stretches, but the lube helps, and his praise mixes with filth. "Good boy, takin' it like a champ. So tight around me. Imagine my cock in here, Tori, gonna split you open."
I whimper, pushing back, the fullness making me needy. He adds a second finger, scissoring, curling to hit my prostate. Stars burst behind my eyes. "Fuck! Right there, Uncle. More, please..."
"You're my dirty little slut," he growls, thrusting his fingers hard, his other hand jerking my cock. "Beggin' for family cock. Such a good boy for takin' three now." The third finger burns deeper, but I love it, rocking between his hand and the wall, vocal and desperate. "Uncle John, I'm yours. Fuck me already. Need your big dick inside me."
He chuckles dark, withdrawing his fingers. "Not here. Bend over the railing, boy." He manhandles me, strength effortless, bending me over the porch rail. My cock hangs heavy, ass exposed to the night air. John unzips, and I hear the rustle, then feel the heat of his bare cock slapping my ass. He's huge, thicker than my wrist, long and veined, pre-cum dripping from the slit. No condom. It's raw, just like I want.
"Look at that," he says, rubbing the head along my crack. "My boy's ass, beggin' for it. You sure, Tori? Once I start, I'm fuckin' you all night."
"Yes! Fuck me, Uncle." He is enthusiastic, no doubt. He's waited too, I see it in his eyes.
He lines up, pushes in slow at first. The stretch is intense, his girth forcing me open, inch by burning inch. I cry out, gripping the rail, but it's good, overwhelming pleasure as he bottoms out, balls slapping my taint. "Holy shit, boy. So fuckin' tight. Grippin' your uncle's cock like a vice."
He starts thrusting, rough and possessive, hands bruising my hips. Each slam rocks me forward, his body dwarfing mine, muscles rippling as he pounds. His hairy chest against my back when he leans over, whispering filth. "Take it, nephew. Good boy, milkin' me. You're mine now, my little fucktoy."
I'm lost, whimpering with every thrust, begging, "Harder, Uncle! Fuck my ass. Yes, like that—oh god, you're so big!" The railing creaks under us, woods echoing my moans. He reaches around, pinching my nipples again, then stroking my cock in time with his hips.
We don't last long there. John pulls out, spins me, and carries me inside like I weigh nothing, his cock still hard and slick. On the couch, he sits, pulling me down to straddle him. "Ride me, boy. Show Uncle how bad you want it."
I sink onto him, gasping at the depth, his hands guiding my hips. He's so strong, lifting me up and slamming me down, his abs flexing under my palms. I bounce, needy, "Feels so good... your cock's ruining me, Uncle. Call me your slut."
"My little slut," he grunts, thrusting up, hitting deep. "Good boy, ridin' so pretty. Gonna fill you up soon." His mouth finds my neck, biting marks, tongue soothing after. "Been wantin' this tight hole since you grew up, Tori."
Sweat slicks us, the couch groaning. I come first, untouched now, spilling over his hairy abs with a shout, "Uncle! Fuck, yes!" He follows, roaring, pumping hot cum deep inside me, bare and claiming.
But he's not done. He flips me onto my stomach on the couch, sliding back in, cum easing the way. "One more round, nephew. Gonna fuck you proper on the bed." Thrusts are slower now, but deep, possessive, his weight pinning me. I whimper, overstimulated but begging for more. "Don't stop... love your cum in me."
He carries me to the bed finally, laying me down gentle despite the roughness. On my back, legs over his shoulders, he folds me in half, his strength making it easy and my flexibility no match for his power. He thrusts hard, eyes locked on mine. "Love you, boy. Wanted you so bad."
"Love you too, Uncle," I gasp, pulling him down for messy kisses, tongues tangling as he rails me. Intensity peaks again. "Cum in me again. I'm your good boy forever."
He does, flooding me with a second load, my own release painting us both. We collapse, tangled and sticky, his massive body curling around mine. He kisses my forehead soft, then my lips. Afterwards, he wipes us with a cloth, pulling me close.
"That what you wanted, Tori?" His voice is soft now, hand stroking my hair.
"More than," I murmur, nuzzling his chest, cum leaking from me. "This summer's just starting."
He chuckles, holding me tighter. "Damn right, boy. We're just gettin' started."