First Crush: Roles to Play
Reese has taken to Roleplaying, but his repeated affections have worn his poor uncle down. That doesn't mean they can't have a bit of fun in a new way, however...
I had this living in my brain and I had to get it out.
I finally finish getting the coffee table cleaned off and start setting up the snacks and drinks. Reese had begged to watch the State U game with me today, and while I'm not much of a football guy I had always enjoyed rooting for him during his college days. Personally, I'd rather just play more Torgs Pinnacle 3, not that we ever got much accomplished in the game.
As I set the last of our snacks down, I hear a muffled shout from the bedroom.
“Uncle Tom? Can you help me with something?" Reese asks.
“Sure bud," I stick my head in the door. “What– Oh my God."
The stallion, Reese, lays on his back facing the door, his thick legs spread wide open and his huge cock threatening to tear his jockstrap off. His chest and belly are highlighted by a tight-fitting jersey appropriately numbered '69'.
“I'm not sure I'll be ready for the game without your help, Coach." My young stallion pushes his shaggy hair from his eyes and winks.
He had taken to roleplay ever since that first night together several months back. After he got me cleaned up and we started playing Torgs Pinnacle 3 he spent half the night pretending to be the big, burly, brutish equine berserker (Yorgar the Mighty) he had created.
A berserker who, he insisted, was cursed with lust and the only way to alleviate his suffering was to fuck my brains out. We didn't make much progress in the game that night, and subsequent attempts have had similar results. We'll beat it one day, maybe.
Just last night he had been a pizza boy, wearing an old work outfit he had saved just in case. Before that, he was a big scary robber who had no interest in my valuables, just my ass, and the time before that he made me dress up like a high school teacher for 'anatomy lessons'.
“Can you help me out, Coach Tom?" He bites his lip and squeezes his musky package.
I roll my eyes and crawl between the stud's legs. “Anything for my star player."
As soon as I'm near his towering member he grabs the back of my head and grinds my face into his warm balls. “Lick."
Without hesitation, I start to bathe his orange-sized nuts with my tongue. As well as roleplaying he had settled into the more dominant role comfortably. Before, I had to let him know it was okay to grab me and do whatever he wanted.
His hips rise upwards and I drive my tongue to his taint. Pleasured moans urge me onward toward his sweaty untapped ass. I feel him pull me closer to give me better access and begin to run my tongue around his rim, eliciting more groans.
He orders me to worship his balls, taint, and hole until suddenly he gets off the bed and stands over me. I attempt to stand but he shoves me back onto the bed. I look up at him and am greeted by his cock leaking precum onto my face and chest.
“I think I know what I need, Coach Tom." His eyes are serious, they always were when he was about to fuck me.
“Anything for my best player." I spread my legs and he quickly removes my pants.
“Gonna fuckin' breed you…" He hisses. I brace myself for his touch as he massages my hole with one finger.
He presses inward and I bite my lips to suppress a wince. “Wait, shit, stop."
Reese slowly removes his finger and looks down at me full of worry. “Am I going too fast? Should I get more lube?"
I place a cautious finger on my ass and frown. “Shit." It was terribly sore.
“What's wrong, did I hurt you? Oh shit, I'm so, so, sorry, Uncle Tom please don't–"
“It's alright Reese. I think last night the pizza guy just got a little carried away."
Reese places his head on my chest and looks up at me with his big brown pleading eyes. “Sorry Uncle Tom…"
Typically he'd build some goofy and way-too-elaborate story about why I had to get fucked, but he had a bad day at work yesterday, and 'the pizza boy' was eager to give me a tip. A large, throbbing, and forearm-thick tip. We barely got the front door closed before he tore my bathrobe off and fucked me right there on the floor.
I scratch his head and kiss his big pink snout. “It happens, Reese. I'm sure I can finish you some other way." Even though he was always the dominant one in the bedroom in many ways he was still the young man trying to impress his favorite uncle.
Reese stares at me for a while as he considers something. “I think I know what I need, Coach Tom." He brings his legs up on either side of me leaving the tip of his manhood leaking over my face as he straddles me.
I gasp as I feel his muscled ass rest on my lap. “Reese?"
He reaches back and lines my cock up with his hole. “Sorry I was so rough in practice, Coach."
“Fuuuuuck me." I feel my sensitive tip tucked into his furry cheeks. When his sweaty and recently eaten hole touches the tip it takes all of my willpower not to cum.
“I've been a bad player, coach. I need you to discipline me, if my uncle finds out I'll be in big, big trouble…" His playful words are matched with a wide smile.
I thrust upward. “Don't worry, it'll be just between us."
His smile falters. “Uhm, U-uncle?"
“What's up, Reese?
“I've never actually bottomed before." He wiggles his rump against my cock.
“Really? I thought a stud like you would have all the guys in college."
He whinnies, something he only did when he was truly annoyed. “I was saving myself for you!" We've had this 'fight' before. I had recently learned when he fucked me just a few months ago it was actually his first time doing anal.
“Way too cute, Reese. Alright, grab the lube." I point to the drawer and watch his tail swish above his bouncing, perfect, ass.
I order him to lie on his back and put his legs in the air. He eagerly obliges, still totally unable to resist my 'uncle voice' as he calls it. Apparently, he'd gotten in trouble enough as a young man that hearing it now was one of his turn-ons. I'm greeted by his massive balls hanging just above his virgin hole, the sight alone causes my cock to throb.
“Finger yourself for me." I gently stroke his warm meat and squeeze his balls as he slowly fingers himself. “Go slow, don't hurt yourself." I rub his belly.
“Y-yes sir." He gulps.
“That's my boy," I squeeze one of his fat balls in my hand. As he fingers himself I scoot closer and line my cock with his hole. “I'm not nearly as big as you, buddy." My cock is a perfectly average length for a human, and not to brag but I know how to use it. Being a man who enjoys the company of much bigger men, however, I learned a few tricks to really drive them wild.
I watch Reese's finger slide in and out of his hole, the digit almost as thick as my own cock. His breathing is slow and his eyes are closed as he does so, all while I'm playing with his meat. Showering it with strokes, squeezes, and licks, it becomes slick with saliva and pre.
“You've been a bad boy, Reese." My tip grazes his hole.
“I'm sorry C-coach–"
“Not Coach, call me Uncle." I know how wild that makes him. He loved his fantasies and silly games, but he melts when I remind him who I really am and just how much I want him.
“Yes, Uncle Tom." He whimpers.
“Take a deep breath for me…" I press my tip against his hole as he removes most of his finger.
“O-okay." He breathes deep and I slather more lubricant on my cock.
As he inserts his finger again I press my tip into him.
“Holy shit!" He reflexively squeezes his hole, massaging the tip of my cock.
“Relax buddy, relax." I lean over and rub his belly, cradling his cock under one of my arms.
“Should I take my finger out or–"
“No. Keep it in, I promise you'll like it."
“Yes sir."
“Match my thrusts, okay?"
He quietly nods.
Once he's comfortable I slowly press into him and drool. His finger is grinding my cock into his inner walls, and if I'm remembering correctly it shouldn't be too much longer before it presses into his prostate.
He bucks upright, precum oozing from his tip. “F-fuck!"
There it is. “Match my strokes." With one hand I stroke his titanic shaft and rub his belly with the other.
Reese clutches the blankets with one paw as he fingers himself as I fuck him.
Each time I pull out, he does, every time I thrust in, he meets me. He loosens as we both play with his hole, and it's almost no time at all before I'm fucking him in earnest. I wear a satisfied smile as my big nephew is reduced to a slobbering mess on the bed underneath me.
His dominant and deep groans when it was him fucking me are replaced by higher-pitched whimpers and whines as my cock probes his insides and repeatedly batters his sensitive prostate.
I can see the pleasure spreading over his body, his cock getting harder, and his breath catching in his throat. He rips the sheets from the corner of the bed and begins to whine like a well-broken pony.
“U-uncle, uhng, I–I'm, oh fuuuUUUCK!" He thrusts into my face.
I wrap my lips around his dripping tip and am rewarded with the first of his earth-shaking orgasm. He continues to cry out as his legs shake and kick, and his ass tightens driving my cock and his finger together.
The tightness of it and his cum filling my mouth and covering my face brings me to finish in him. I lean back as I shoot, releasing his cock from my mouth and I watch in awe as he shoots. Ropes of cum cover me and then begin to spray his own chest, going as far as to hit the headboard above him.
Finally, I collapse on top of his belly into a thick puddle of cum that's formed. We both lay there gasping for air and soaked in our passion. I feel a big paw rest on my head and gently massage it.
“So, Reese, was it good for you?" I tease.
“That was… that was awesome, Uncle Tom." He huffs.
“Now that we've done Coach and Star Player we've gotta be close to the end of your list, right?"
“No way. We gotta do cowboys, king and the peasant, construction worker, CEO, and at a minimum, you have to jump out of a cake on my birthday next month." He says.
“Jesus, Reese, have you planned all of those out?"
“What do you think I was doing between classes and practice in college?"
I laugh. “Homework? Alright come on, let's get cleaned up."
Reese stands and picks me up before slinging me over his shoulder. “We have to do all the other ones again, too." One paw squeezes my ass.
“Why?" I've long since given up protesting him carrying me around the house.
“Maybe the pizza boy wants your tip now? And the robber needs to get his hands on your family jewels, oh and–"
I passively listen to him rattle on about his newly discovered fantasies and submit to my fate.
“And Yorgar the Mighty might have found a cure for his curse!" Reese teases.
“We're never going to beat that game, are we?"
“No, Munin the Wise, no we will not."
Maybe I could play it while he was at work.