I was lying in bed, awakened when Kurt got up to visit the bathroom. When he returned, he snuggled in behind me, his ample cock pressed against my ass. It took me little time to realize he was getting hard, dry humping his cock between my ass cheeks.
"Good morning, stud," I purred when he kissed the back of my neck.
"I didn't wake you, did I?" he whispered into my ear, thrusting his hips forcefully.
I didn't answer. With one hand, I grabbed his hard cock and guided it to my hole. Kurt thrust forward gently, pushing into me. Lying in the dark, wrapped in warmth, I felt him slowly enter me until his massive cock was completely buried inside me.
He took his time fucking me, alternating between long slow strokes and deep grinds. I felt myself wash away with the feeling of him inside me. All I wanted in that moment was to have him inside me all the time, fucking my ass for eternity. As he came closer and closer to his orgasm, his strokes quickened, and he lifted my leg to give him better access. I folded the leg around the back of his hip, and he plowed into me. Once more we were one, working together to pleasure the cum out of his cock and into my ass. After a final thrust, he emptied himself into me, then slowly, gently fucked my used hole a while longer before pulling out.
He lay on his back while I shifted to lie on my stomach so none of his cum would leak from my stretched-out hole. I rested my head on his chest, and he curled an arm around me, both of us staring into the dark of the room.
"How's school?" he asked me. I rubbed my hand across his strong, hairy chest, attempting to memorize every nuance.
"It's school," I answered. The truth was, for the first time in my life, school was actually easy for me. My old school was months ahead of my new school's curriculum, so I was breezing through my homework and tests like a freaking genius. The only real problem was the students had all known each other from kindergarten, and I had never felt more like an outsider.
"There has to be at least one guy you could make friends with."
"There is one guy," I admitted, "He's kind of an outsider, I guess. He dresses in black all the time, and he has a safety pin piercing his left ear. A good-looking guy, but definitely weird."
"Weird can be fun," I heard him say, "You're not exactly the most normal kid. I mean, you are fucking your uncle."
"I suppose you're right," I muttered, moving to get up and make the morning coffee, running into a wall on the way. I padded into the kitchen and flipped on the light, which nearly blinded me. You don't really know darkness until you've lived in the country. With practiced precision, I had the coffee pot set up and running. Accomplishing that, I made my way back to Kurt, who was still lying in bed.
"So, what are we doing today?" I asked, excitedly. It was our first Saturday together, and after a week of cleaning house, cooking dinner and doing laundry, I was anxious to go do something. Kurt came home exhausted from work all week and our morning fuck session was only the third time we had sex. I needed something to break up the monotony or I was going to go stark raving mad.
"I thought we could go into town and watch the new Star Wars movie," he told me, playing with my hair as I sat next to him on the bed, "Then maybe do a little shopping, maybe get you a phone."
"Then I could text you my dirty thoughts during the day," I laughed, "What else am I going to do with a phone?"
"There's still the chance that you might make a friend."
"I'm too busy for friends," I said waving my hand around the house, "Besides, I have you."
"The house doesn't need to be spotless, and I want you to have friends. You need to interact with guys your own age. You need to experiment."
"Are you suggesting I have sex with other guys?"
"I'm saying that I don't own your ass. If you find something with a guy your own age, a guy you can be open and honest with the world with, maybe even marry, then you should. What we have is great, but it's not sustainable. We can't be a couple that lives happily ever after. You need to realize that."
I considered what he was saying, then got up and started the shower running, inviting him to join me. He crawled out of bed and we showered, taking turns soaping each other up before rinsing off. It was fun and erotic at the same time, leaving me with a raging hard-on.
"We need to do something about that," Kurt told me, slapping at my hard cock playfully, "You drain my balls, but you're not getting off."
He was right. Aside from the first time he fucked me, causing me to cum all over myself, I hadn't busted a nut in a week. I considered masturbating in the afternoon, while Kurt was still at work, but what I wanted was to have sex with my uncle.
"I guess I could start diving into your porn collection in the afternoon," I said, feeling like I had just been chastised.
"At least you would be getting off."
We got dressed, then fueled up on coffee and grits. On the way out of the house, we kissed, knowing we couldn't do that again until we returned.
The drive into town was quiet, but there was the promise of some sun. It rained a lot in the Big Thicket, sometimes even when it's sunny out, and I was quickly growing tired of the nearly constant rain. Kurt assured me there were more sunny days in our future, especially in Summer, but I only half believed him.
We got our tickets early, then walked around the mall, window shopping. At a bookstore, we went in, and I found a couple of graphic novels and a science fiction novel to occupy my time with. Bag in hand, we returned to the theater, ordered our popcorn and cokes, then found an acceptable seat. The theater was nearly empty, with no one sitting close by.
About halfway through the movie, I felt Kurt's hand on my crotch, He rubbed and squeezed my cock to erection, then unzipped my fly and pulled it free. He was acting nonchalant as he tugged on my hard-on, playing with it more than masturbating me. A thumb across the top of the head let us both know I was leaking precum like a faucet.
Looking around us to be sure we were still isolated from the rest of the thin crowd, he leaned over my lap and took my throbbing eight incher into his mouth. The feeling of his soft lips and warm tongue wrapped around my cock was exquisite, and I suddenly understood why the straight guys at my old school were willing to let me suck them off. I was in heaven, watching the movie while Kurt pleasured me.
I squirmed in my chair as the sensation of my pleasure washed over me, thrusting my cock upward to push the head into Kurt's throat, causing him to cough instinctively as he gagged on it. For a guy who had never sucked a dick before, he was pretty good at it. I placed a hand on his short, curly hair, then lowered it to feel his fuzzy cheek and jaw flex as he sucked.
Mischievously, I carefully bent my upper torso downward and whispered "Milkshake" to him, reminding him of my cock sucking lesson. The suction around my cock increased and within a few more strokes of his velvety lips and tongue, I was shooting a heavy load into his mouth, washing me away with an intense orgasm. His head stilled as he greedily swallowed my cum, pumping my cock a few more times with his lips to milk my sensitive cock of every drop.
Kurt sat up and returned his attention to the movie while I fastened up my pants. I reached for his crotch, but he pushed my hand away.
"That was about you," he whispered in my ear, "You're not the only one who wants a hard cock."
I enjoyed the movie, and not just because of the blow job. If I were allowed, I'd be the biggest sci-fi geek that ever lived. Sharing the experience with Kurt was just icing on the cake. I loved my uncle, for the usual reasons, but my affection for him was growing in leaps and bounds since I moved in with him.
After the movie, we headed to the food court for lunch. I chose chicken teriyaki and fried rice from the Chinese restaurant while Kurt settled with some spaghetti from the Italian place.
