TYLER:

    Winter went by, made more bearable by the fact that I had Uncle Dixon to fuck my ass almost every day. If ever he wasn't around, my own dad stepped up to the plate. With the two of them around, I was one lucky bottom, getting bred each morning and going to school with spunk up my ass more often than not.

    As soon as the snow melted and the sun made its reappearance, Uncle Dixon invited me to go camping. I was hoping Dad might join us too, but he was too busy with work. Either way, it was a great opportunity to bond with my uncle in a new environment. 

    It took us a couple of hours to drive to the camping ground. We entered the main cabin which served as an office, where a handsome man in his 50s sat behind the desk. He introduced himself as the owner of the place, and while he checked us in I noticed an interesting photo on his desk, featuring the man and what seemed to be his wife and a whole bunch of kids.

    "One, two, three, four, five…" I counted out loud.

    "Ten," the man chuckled. 

    "Wow. Ten kids? You guys need a reality show," I said.

    "In this neck of the woods, there ain't much to do but make babies," the man said, winking at my uncle as if he'd just told a joke I was too young to understand.

    Uncle Dixon and I set up our tent, had a snack, and went hiking. About an hour into our hike, sweat was trickling down my back and soaking my shirt. My uncle was even sweatier than I was, but he was hiking with his shirt off even though there was still a nip in the air. I certainly didn't mind staring at his broad, muscular back as we made our way along the trail. His ass looked even better, tight and perky under his shorts. I was so distracted just staring at him that I nearly ran into him when he stopped as we crested a hill.

    "How about a break, boy? That little lake up ahead looks perfect for a dip," Uncle Dixon grinned. 

    "Won't it be too cold?" I asked, skeptical about the water temperature.

    "I'm sweating buckets as it is, should be refreshing," my uncle assured me.

    A short while later we found a secluded little beach and Uncle Dixon pulled off the trail. Without a word, he stripped off his hiking boots and socks before dropping his shorts. He stood there, proudly displaying his hairy body to all of nature. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, so I followed suit and pulled off my sweaty clothes. It was strange being so exposed out in the open, but I felt confident in my uncle's presence.

    The water felt like ice when we waded in. I started shivering and my nipples went hard immediately, but Uncle Dixon stepped in behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my torso in a tight hug. Even though the water was freezing, his chest radiated heat against my back.

    "Better?" he whispered into my ear, his breath hot on my neck.

    Soon I was warm enough to relax, which led to some goofing around and horseplay. As we splashed water at each other, we got louder and rowdier. It turned into play-fighting, with me trying unsuccessfully to dunk Uncle Dixon under the water, and him pinning me against his chest in a paralyzing bear hug. Before I knew it, while he held me, our mouths came together in a rough kiss. It turned into something hungrier, our tongues wrestling as our bodies rubbed together. Despite the cold, our dicks stiffened, sword-fighting under the surface of the water.

    Our hands reached down for each other's boners. We gripped them tightly, stroking each other off. The water hid what we were doing, but it was still exciting to be doing something like this out in the open. Back on the beach, the sun was beating down, reaching its peak and providing enough warmth for us to stay naked as we waded out of the water. Uncle Dixon found a log, smoothed by the water, and sat down on it. On instinct, I knelt between my uncle's hairy thighs, ready to take him into my mouth.

    I grabbed the base of his shaft and let his cockhead slip past my lips. I swirled my tongue around it, feeling the familiar taste of his precum. Dixon groaned loudly, his fingers tightening in my hair, guiding me without force. His girthy shaft flattened my tongue while I swallowed him deeper, and his thighs tensed under my hands as every inch of him disappeared down my throat. He held my head there, his scent flooding my nostrils.

    Finally, Uncle Dixon let up and I took a chance to catch my breath before diving back down, eager to please the man that took my virginity. I bobbed my head up and down, feeling his veins throb on my tongue. This time, my uncle let me set my own pace but he continued caressing the back of my head. One of my hands dropped to his balls, and I alternated between massaging them and yanking on them. The harder I tugged on his nutsack, the louder my uncle moaned.

    "Your turn, son," Uncle Dixon announced, pulling me up as he rose, beckoning me to take his place on the log.

    I sat down and I spread my legs wide. Wasting no time, Dad's younger brother swallowed me whole, taking my dick to the hilt in one gulp. My hands pushed on Dixon's shoulders. It felt amazing, but I wanted to be ready to stop him if I got too close to the edge. Usually, he was the one calling the shots, but at this very moment Uncle Dixon looked uncharacteristically submissive, staring up at me with puppy-dog eyes while slurping on my shaft. The suction from his mouth made me moan louder than I should, considering we weren't in private. It took all my willpower to stop my hips from bucking upward, which would've made me jizz down my uncle's throat in an instant.

    Instead, I stood up and held onto my uncle's head. I pulled my dick out and I gave it a few seconds to cool off. I'd just started pumping in and out of my uncle's mouth again… when I spotted someone else. Across the lake, hiding in the bushes, there was a man with binoculars looking directly at us.

    My heart sank and my face paled. I assumed we were in trouble – until I noticed the voyeur was using one hand to hold the binoculars, while his other hand was steadily jerking off. Squinting, I realized it was the owner of the campground, the same man who checked us in.

    "We've got an audience," I said to my dicksucking uncle. "The daddy-of-ten is watching us."

    Uncle Dixon didn't stop. Instead, a smile cracked his lips as he sucked my cock even more vigorously. His throat relaxed, taking me all the way in. He moaned and hummed, making his vocal cords vibrate along my shaft. It was kinda hot that having someone watch us turned Uncle Dixon on. It felt like his mouth was devoted to my dick, making a dominant rush take over me.

    I began pulling on my uncle's hair, thrusting my hips and fucking Uncle Dixon's throat aggressively – like he'd done to me so many times in the past. We were giving the voyeur a hot show, but I almost forgot about him. I was focused on Uncle Dixon who was starting to gag while deepthroating him. His eyes watered, but he managed to take it all. When he reached around and shoved a finger up my sweaty hole, I couldn't hold back any longer. I finally unloaded, flooding my uncle's mouth with my cum.

    "Fuck. Fuck," I grunted, fucking Uncle Dixon's face and forcing him to take every last drop of my spunk. When he finally released my dick from his mouth, he stood up. He was tall enough that I had to crane my deck. Then, Dixon pried open my jaw with his callused thumb, and spat my load directly onto my tongue. We kissed again, swapping my DNA back and forth.

    I was about to kneel down and return the favor, but my uncle stopped me. "No, I wanna save it for later," he said. "I wanna shoot a big load when I fuck your ass tonight."

    I smiled, gave my uncle another kiss, and looked at the bushes across the lake. The voyeur was gone. Maybe he'd shot his load; or maybe he was off to work on baby number eleven with his wife.

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    Later that night, back at our tent, we did our best to keep quiet as there were a few other campers nearby. The warmth the sun had brought disappeared with dusk, so my uncle and I joined our sleeping bags together into one to share body warmth. All tucked in, I rolled onto my right side, presenting my ass and eagerly anticipating the load Uncle Dixon had promised me earlier.

    "You promised," I whispered, arching my back and wiggling my ass.

    My uncle growled in response as he positioned himself behind me. He spat into his palm and lubed his cock up before pressing it against my pucker. His left hand held my waist while his right arm curled underneath my neck, his right hand covering my mouth. I moaned into his palm as he pushed in, slowly but firmly. My ass stretched to accommodate his thick dick. I gripped the sleeping bag as my uncle started thrusting deep with steady rolls of his hips that made the tip of his dick tap my prostate. The tent rustled with the rhythm of our fucking, shaking harder the faster Dixon fucked me. His breath was ragged as he buried himself completely, unloading inside me within minutes with stifled moans.

    "Your turn now, champ," he said in a commanding tone before rolling over onto his left side, brushing his hairy glutes against me.

    "What do you mean?" I asked, my hole still throbbing from the quick fuck.

    My uncle's right arm reached back, feeling around for my hard dick. Once he'd found it, he grabbed it and guided it between his asscheeks. Holy shit! Uncle Dixon – my big, dominant bear of an uncle – wanted me to fuck him? Out in public like this?! My dick pulsed in his crack at the mere thought of it. Fuck, I wasn't even in him yet and I wanted to blow.

    I held back, but barely. I decided to place my right hand between my asscheeks, and I pushed my Uncle Dixon's cum out of my hole. Then, I used it to slick my dick up. Freshly lubricated, I pressed my cockhead against my uncle's hole, expecting to have to use quite a bit of force. Instead, my uncle's ass opened up easily for me, like he'd done this countless times before. I'd always assumed he was a top, but this proved his hole had definitely taken its fair share of dicks.

    Uncle Dixon gasped as I pushed every inch of my dick inside him until I was in balls-deep, my hips pressed against his cheeks. I took a few practice thrusts, holding his mouth like he'd to me to keep quiet. When I was sure he wasn't being too loud, that same hand wrapped around my uncle's throat. I squeezed just enough to feel his pulse under my fingers and to slow his breath. He groaned, pushing his ass back to let me know he was into this. I smacked his ass, carelessly ignoring the need to keep quiet. Fuck it: Let people hear us. Let them hear me fuck my uncle raw. It was my turn to be in charge.

    I pounded away, surprising myself with my stamina. At one point, when my dick slipped out with a wet pop, Uncle Dixon turned around and pushed me onto my back. He got on top quickly, straddling my waist and impaling himself on my pole. Now that we were face-to-face, he leaned down to crash his mouth against mine while I held onto his ass. Both our bodies moved up and down, making the entire tent bounce. It was probably beyond obvious what was going on to anyone who might look from outside.

    "Roll onto your stomach and spread those asscheeks for me," I ordered my uncle gruffly after a while. He moved to comply, lying face-down on the sleeping bag, reaching behind to grip his own ass and show off his hairy hole that gaped without my dick to fill it. "That's right, I'm gonna rail this sweet ass all fucking night," I growled. "I'm gonna make you cum again, beating this hole up with my dick."

    I climbed on top of Uncle Dixon, gripping his hips, my fingers digging into his sweat-slicked skin as I shoved inside him again. He whimpered into the flannel lining of the bag, his muscular frame trembling as I assaulted his ass. And yet, as hard as I fucked him, he didn't try to stop me or slow me down. His body took my dick like he was made for it.

    "Hell yeah, Uncle Dixon, you're taking this teen dick like a fucking champ. I always knew you were a filthy, dick-hungry pig," I snarled, doing my best attempt at dirty talk before leaning to bite down hard on my uncle's meaty shoulder. "Tell me how much you love it."

    "Fuck yeah! Rail me hard, boy. I taught you well. My hole was made for you," Uncle Dixon groaned, craning his neck around for a kiss, but I spit in his face instead.

    We flipped again after a few minutes, this time positioning my uncle on his back. With the back of his knees on my shoulders, I bent him in half so I could loom over him and drive my cock deep. His dick was rock-hard again, pressing against my abs and smearing precum on my belly. He had his arms around my back, fingernails digging into my skin, urging me to fuck him harder.

    "Goddamn, Uncle Dixon, your ass is gonna milk me dry. You want it? Want me to explode inside you? Wanna feel your nephew's load flooding your insides?" I panted, my hips slamming forward.

    "Breed me! Fuck, I need it bad!!" Uncle Dixon begged.

    His entire body tightened and he pulled me into a bearded kiss that told me just how much he craved my load. My body seized and I moaned into my hunky uncle's mouth as I started flooding his guts, breeding him deep. I pulled my face away, holding his ankles as I unloaded every drop of sperm my balls could produce. Finally, I collapsed on top of Uncle Dixon, our sweaty bodies colliding, both of us panting. I could feel his sticky jizz on my belly since he'd blown another load, too.

    "Good job, son," Dixon said, smacking my ass and pulling me into another kiss, my dick still throbbing inside him.