Banging Uncle Jesse & Friends
Corey heads to the mountains with his step-uncle, Jesse and his firefighter buddies. Following a swim in the lake, Jesse and his pals opt for a dip in Corey.
Before heading up to the cabin for the weekend with my Uncle Jesse and his boys, I wanted to rub a quick one out. Hips flexing in, my stomach tightened. My hand clenched firmly around my pre-cum drenched cock. With my laptop sitting on my chest, I flipped through the latest Twitter porn, almost ready to pop.
Knock Knock Knock.
“Corey, you ready?”
Shit. My uncle was at the door. “Yeah, I’m coming.” My hand slide up and down my lotion drenched dick.
The door opened, and I sprung to my feet, sliding behind it. “I need my shaver you borrowed.” He motioned in and saw my bare ass reflection in the mirror, shot a one-sided grin and ducked out. His heavy footsteps padded down the stairs. “Finish up, buddy.”
Fuck. Me.
It had been three months since I moved in with Uncle Jesse. Times were hard. I’d been laid off and couldn’t afford my studio apartment in SoMa.
Uncle Jesse offered his spare room for as long as I needed it. He said he enjoyed the company since he was all alone after my aunt moved out and moved in with one of his poker buddies. He spent most of his time at the firehouse, so it was like having my own place.
For a while, I’ve had the hots for Uncle. He’s a tall man, towering over most people with his giant-like height. His striking features include piercing green eyes that seem to glow with intensity. His salt-and-pepper hair and his scruffy beard give him a rugged, masculine look that reads mature and mysterious.
Despite his imposing stature, Uncle Jesse had a gentle demeanor that could put anyone at ease. His infectious smile could light up a room. Jesse exuded confidence. His strong presence commanded attention without being intimidating. Jesse had a magnetic quality that captivated me.
Several weeks ago, I had an intriguing encounter with my uncle Jesse. It was well past midnight, and I had gone down to the kitchen to grab a snack.
As I walked by the living room, I noticed Uncle Jesse and his guest sitting on the couch. Their faces obscured by the low light, I couldn’t quite make out who the friend was, but I was 99.9% sure he was gettin’ that gwak gwak 3000. Our eyes met and Jesse took a sip of his beer, maintaining his stare. Although a part of me wanted to join in the fun, but I padded up the stairs cause something had come up.
Heavy bass filled my chest as rock tunes blared through the speakers as we sped across the Bay Bridge. I glanced over at him, my eyes zeroed in on his crotch. I licked my lips as my eyes moved to his angular face, his chiseled jaw line with freshly styled goatee.
Pulling a confidant smirk, Uncle Jesse glanced over at me. “Nice view, huh?”
Diverting my gaze to the view. “Magnificent.” Shifting in my seat. My dick was brick hard. Reaching in the back for my bag to place over my lap to conceal my raging hard-on, I noticed Uncle Jesse stealing a glance.
Uncle Jesse smiled and shook his head, shifting to the next gear, “To be young.” He glanced over and shot a wink.
Ding. Ding. Ding. Signals galore.
Over the three-hour drive, Jesse filled me in on all the gossip about the divorce proceedings with Aunt Becky. He got to keep the apartment in SoMa, the cabin, and she’d get the vacation home in Vermont, plus alimony. He also owned tiny home communities in the north and southeast and enjoyed firefighting for the thrill of saving lives.
Uncle Jesse’s cabin was far from tourist areas, had a private road, offering ample privacy. The cabin had four bedrooms, three baths, and a well-equipped backyard with a firepit — a favorite spot for me to hang out.
After dumping the gear in the room, the kitchen beckoned. A note from the caretaker caught the attention. The fridge and pantry were fully stocked, and a cord of fireplace wood was outback.
Two beers from the fridge seemed like a good idea to enjoy on the patio. While heading towards the back, Uncle Jesse appeared around the corner and plopped down.
“Just what I wanted,” he said, popping the cap. “The boys should be here soon” He took a long swig. “Traffic.” The evening sounds enveloped us as an awkward silence set in. We sat quietly, and then a heavy sigh broke the calm. “About that night,” Uncle Jesse’s voice trailed off.
Feigning ignorance, pretending to be preoccupied with the view. “What night?”
Uncle Jesse leaned forward in his chair. “That night.”
“I didn’t see anything. It was dark. But I heard some gnarly sounds.” We both laughed, and a smile broke on Uncle’s face. “Tinder?”I asked, leaning forward in my chair.
Uncle crossed his right leg over his left and responded, “Naw. An old friend. We got drunk and one thing leads to my dick in his mouth.”
WTF!
Light chimes emitted from the security system. Uncle Jesse checked his security camera and buzzed the boys in. He gave me a brief wink and a pat on the shoulder before sauntering to the front to greet them. I finished my beer and drummed my fingers on the side table. Uncle was DTF.
Tony was a mysterious figure who always left me intrigued. Despite his rugged appearance, he exuded a charm that made him seem much younger than his mid to late 30s.
Tony stood slightly shorter than Uncle Jesse. He had short, messy dark brown hair with a hint of ginger, a well-kept beard, and a mustache. During our last cabin trip, we shared a moment in the hot tub. It was a chilly night, and we were both feeling the effects of too much to drink and too many ribs. We talked about his past, and I learned that he lost his parents in a car accident when he was young. He moved to the Midwest to live with his grandparents.
After high school, Tony joined the Army, but he hesitated to discuss his service when I asked about it. Uncle Jesse later revealed that Tony had spent time at the VA, receiving treatment for PTSD. It was clear that his time in the military had left a profound impact on him.
Five years ago, Tony and Uncle Jesse were called to a burning building on the outskirts of San Francisco. Together, they worked tirelessly to rescue a family trapped inside. From that day on, the two had formed an unbreakable bond of friendship.
As I walked out to the back patio with a beer in hand, I saw Uncle Jesse and Dennis bickering over when to flip the meat. Dennis was the newest member of the group and something of an enigma. He had a background in tech but decided to become a firefighter for a more fulfilling job, which caught everyone’s attention.
Physically, Dennis was the shortest of the three guys. He had a fresh Caesar haircut, and his chestnut brown eyes were nothing short of expressive and inviting. Originally from Atlanta, his southern drawl had a certain sex appeal that could make anyone weak in the knees.
Uncle Jesse and Dennis were in the backyard, debating the best approach to grilling the perfect steak. Uncle Jesse advocated for a slow and steady method, while Dennis was all about “getting ‘er done” as quickly as possible.
As they bickered back and forth, I couldn’t help but notice the subtle tension between them. The way their eyes locked and the playful smirk that played across their lips spoke volumes. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more going on between them.
Suddenly, a loud sizzle interrupted their debate. They both looked down at the grill in shock, realizing they had forgotten to oil it before cooking the steaks. But instead of getting angry or frustrated, they burst into laughter.
“I guess we could both use some work,” Uncle Jesse chuckled, pulling Dennis in for a tight bro hug. As they embraced, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more behind the playful banter and shared laughter.
After dinner, we let everything settle before we headed in for a game of beer pong. But as we played, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Tony and Dennis than meets the eye. As the night wore on, I found myself wanting to know more of their stories and the secrets they kept hidden.
We rose early the next morning for a swim, but I was feeling the effects of a big hangover. My memory was fuzzy, except for a few flashes of me dancing in my underwear and Dennis pouring straight-grain alcohol down my throat.
Jesse’s firm hand locked with mine, leading me to the lake. Stripping down to crisp white boxer briefs, Jesse revealed a physique that would make anyone envious. His muscular thighs and impressive backside were enough to make anyone swoon. I hoped to be in good physical condition when I hit my forties.
“Take it slow, Corey. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he reassured me as he waved me in. With trembling knees, I slowly inched towards the water, dipping my toe in.
“That’s it, just one step at a time,” he encouraged me. But as memories of my near-drowning experience flooded back, my body froze.
“I can’t do it,” I mumbled, turning back towards the safety of the cabin. Water had always been a source of fear for me since the incident at the pool party when I was fifteen. The thought of sinking to the bottom and never resurfacing was a nightmare that haunted me.
As I retreated, Uncle Jesse’s grip tightened, and he pulled me back towards him. “You can do this,” he said, his voice firm yet gentle. “I’ll be right here with you, every step of the way.”
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and forced myself to take another step towards the water and then another.
“See, there’s nothing to worry about.”
His body pressed against mine. I felt his warm breath land on my lips. His lips lingered on mine for a moment as if he didn’t care who saw. My body responded, urning drawn forward by the captivating scent of the man before me.
The aroma of his cologne mixed with his natural musk was intoxicating, drawing me closer to him with every breath I took. His scent was a complex blend of sandalwood, amber, and leather, with a hint of spice that made my heart race. It was a scent that enveloped me, filling my senses with a heady combination of desire, passion and unbridled lust.
As I inhaled deeply, I couldn’t help but feel a primal urge to be close to him, to feel his body against mine, and to lose myself in the moment. His scent was a symphony of masculinity, and I was completely under its spell.
“Cannonball!” Tony shouted, plunging into the water. “Holy shit. It’s cold.”
Fucking Tony. Fucking asshole.
Uncle Jesse was down a few hundred bucks, and they were only two hours into the game. Throughout the night, we stole glances. Maybe he couldn’t focus because he had a major woody under the table; I’d put my money on that for sure.
“Deal me out this hand, guys,” he said as he pushed himself from the table. He motioned his head towards the back, and I followed without a second thought. Tony, with a smirk on his face, and Dennis sat enjoying the white slopes. The dude had a deep love of the white powder.
As soon as I stepped out the door he pushed me against the wall pressing his body to mine. It’d been hours since he last touched me.With my face pressed against the wood exterior, he reached down to my front, unfastening my board shorts.
As they fell to the ground, I could hear him unzipping his jeans; his hands moved up and down my chest. His touch sent tingles running up my thighs. I wanted him inside me; I tilted my ass upwards, letting him know I was ready to receive him. “You’ve been wanting this for a long time, huh?” he said, placing his hand around my neck and guiding his cock inside me with his free hand.
I could feel it pass the first ring. The pain quickly faded as his thrusts sent me falling into the wall. My grunts were muted as he held his hand over my mouth. I wanted to taste him; I slowly eased him out of me and kneeled down, marveling at his man meat.
He guided my head with his hands as I worked his silky smooth shaft. His pace quickened as he moved in and out of my warm mouth. I gagged as he pulled the sides of my mouth open, thrusting his cock deeper. Jesse didn’t stop until his entire cock disappeared down my throat.
“Turn around and touch your toes,” he demanded, moving his hands along my back. Before I could reach my toes, he rammed me mercilessly.
He fucked me without pity because he knew I wanted it rough and there’d be another time for slow and easy. The sweet sounds of sex echoed in the night. My ass creamed on his dick as he pounded me from behind. Out the corner of my eye, I noticed a shadowy figure standing in the doorway. I reached back, alerting Uncle Jesse.
He turned his head, slowing his strokes. “Tony?” The figure stepped forward, holding two beers, grinning widely. Uncle Jesse didn’t seem alarmed, nor did Tony. I was close to freaking out. He threw Uncle Jesse a beer and leaned against the wall, rubbing his bulge through his jeans. Uncle Jesse took a big gulp and passed it to me. I took a sip, then another and another as he drilled me with his cock.
Running his hand through my hair, “I think Tony wants to join.” I nodded and Tony strolled over, then unzipped his pants. Tony’s hands palmed my head and guided me to his cock, parting my lips. He let out a throaty moaned as I took him into my mouth.
Tony guided my head up and down his thick shift. “Suck that dick, boy.” He wasn’t as big as Jesse, but the thickness of his cock made up for it. Tony pulled out to keep from cumming.
Licking my fingers, I moved my fingers past his full balls then teased his asshole. His right leg trembled uncontrollably, then filled my mouth with his warm sweet and salty cream. It was quite the load. Juices flowed from the corners of my mouth. Tony stumbled back to the wall, gripping his cock while cum leaked from his mushroom tip.
“That’s a good boy.” Uncle Jesse fisted my hair, pulling me up and to his lips. His tongue moved feverishly over my lips and across my chin, licking clean Tony’s leftovers.
Uncle lifted me up, then wrapped my legs around his waist. With my back now against the wall, he filled me with his cock. With each thrust, he drove his dick deeper into my hole, stretching the sides of my walls while his balls slapped against my taint. Cream from my ass covered his dick, then splattered to the floor.
Sweat poured down Uncle’s face. Leaning forward, wrapping my arms around his neck. Tony was ruthless as he stabbed deeper into me. Our lips locked and our tongues explored each other’s mouths.
“Fuck, oh Fuck,” Uncle said, slamming me to the wall as he released his load deep inside me. His cock pulsated, filling me with was cream. Breathing heavily, his breath fell to my neck. After a few minutes, Uncle eased me down. I could feel his warm juices travel slowly down my legs. Still weak, I leaned against the wall. My body jolted as their tongues competed for position, licking up my thighs, traveling to my creamy hole.
I groaned as I forced myself to open my eyes. The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I knew I had to wake up, but my body felt heavy, my ass sore. As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I bounced up from the bed then stumbled to the shower.
I swiped my hand over the control panel in the shower, but nothing happened. Great. Just what I needed this morning. It was early, though, and I figured I could probably use one of the other bathrooms before anyone else got up.
Gathering a few items, I made my way down the hallway. Tony’s snores broke through his bedroom door. Dennis laid passed out on the floor, beer bottle still in hand. He was throwing back beers and did one too many lines of the white powder. I shook my head and slid back the glass door to the shower.
Waving my hand over the panel, I punched in my water temp and pressure, closing my eyes as the hot water cascaded down my skin. It was like being wrapped in a cocoon of liquid warmth. It was exactly what I needed.
My hands found their way to my cock and balls. Thoughts of last night replayed in my head as moans escaped my lips. Stroking slowly, using the soap as lubricant. I leaned against the shower wall, propping my leg on the shower edge, it gave me easy entry to my waiting hole.
Lost in the sensations of the water and my fingering, I didn’t even realize that I wasn’t alone until I heard a soft cough. Startled, I spun around. It was Dennis, looking a bit sheepish.
“Sorry,” he muttered, reaching down and grabbing his junk. “I didn’t realize anyone was in here.”
I chuckled, feeling a little embarrassed myself. “No worries. I didn’t hear you come in.”
His eyes scanned my body. I continued to stroke and finger fuck my ass.
“Need a hand?” Dennis stripped down to his boxers, then whipped out his cock, stroking as he watched me finger my hole. I opened the shower door and motioned him over with my finger.
He quickly tossed his boxers, then padded into the shower. I gave him a quick once over and appreciated the body he has built. Everything popped.. six pack, muscled thighs, wide shoulders. He was a walking God. His hands explored my body, tracing his finger down my happy trail, stopping short at the base of my hard cock.
I turned my body towards the shower wall, pressing my chest against it while tilting my ass up towards him. His rough hands parted my cheeks, and I felt a sudden smack on my backside.
The impact stung, causing me to flinch, but I could tell that he was enjoying my reaction. With each subsequent slap, the sensation intensified, and I could feel the warmth spreading across my skin. Despite the pain, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pleasure building within me, and I knew that he could sense it too.
I felt him enter me. His face was firmly planted in my ass, and I pushed back into his mouth, relishing the sensation. With surprising swiftness, he rose to his feet and pushed me against the wall. His thick cock slide in and out of me, and I clamped down, massaging him as he grew inside me.
His strokes were long and strong, and with each thrust, he grunted, driving himself deeper into my hole. The pleasure was almost unbearable, and I found myself moaning with each movement.
Suddenly, he pulled out of me and grabbed my hair and forced me head back and down to his cock. A thick rope of jizz shot up my nose and landed in my eye, blinding me.
The loads kept coming. “Stick out your tongue,” Dennis shoved his cock deep into my mouth, unloading the rest of his down my throat. I struggled to swallow, but the warm, creamy load kept coming in explosive waves.
Exhausted, he stumbled back to the wall to catch his breath. His right hand massaging any leftovers from his cock.
“Wow,” I said, breathless.
“Yeah,” he replied, a smug grin on his face. “That was something.”
As I caught my breath, I noticed his gaze shift towards the bathroom door. A smile spread across his face, and I turned to see Uncle Jesse and Tony standing there, their hands already on their cocks.
“You guys enjoy the show?” he asked a hint of mischief in his voice.
The two of them just grinned, and Tony spoke up. “Room for two more?”
I didn’t even hesitate before swinging open the shower door. “The more the merrier,” I said, inviting them in.
Later that evening, we packed up to drive back to SF. Tony and Dennis were already on their way. I had a few more bags to pack while Uncle turned off the gas and water. It was clear that what had happened at the cabin would remain there, an unforgettable memory etched into our minds.
I reached for the passenger side door. Uncle Jesse stopped me with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Why don’t you drive?” he said, giving me a wink.
As we drove down the winding road, Uncle Jesse’s hand found its way to my thigh. His touch sent shivers down my spine as he moved his hand slowly up towards my waist. With a sly smile, he unzipped my pants, and I felt a rush of heat spread through my body.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” he said in a husky voice as he took me into his mouth.
I grinned at him, my eyes glinting with excitement. “Yes, sir,” I said, my grip on the wheel tightening as I felt the car's powerful engine revving beneath us.
Corey and Uncle Jesse will return.
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