Big Mike's Boy

by Richard Peter Johnson

  “Holy shit!” my uncle gasped.

  By now others had trickled back into the room and were watching intently as my uncle fist fucked me. Some of them hadn’t seen me do it before and were simply astounded by what was playing out in front of their eyes.

  Uncle Barry started out nice and gentle, I think because he was still amazed at what he was doing. The look of disbelief was quite evident. It seemed he loved the feel of his hand slipping in and out of my hole, because he kept on doing it. And then something changed. He became much more aggressive, pushing hard against me, trying to get his hand in as far as possible. The look on his face changed, as well. It appeared almost cruel. He knew what he was doing was causing me some discomfort, but it didn’t seem as though he cared. And though it hurt a bit, it still felt so fucking good. I felt him curl his fingers up inside of me and instinctively knew what he was about to do. I braced myself for what was coming.

  He yanked his closed fist out of me, making me cry out in pain and pleasure. But then he punched it in just as hard. Of course, I had one of those lovely ass orgasms, my pee cum squirting up high and arching enough to hit my face. Uncle Barry grabbed my cock and aimed it at him, drinking as much as he could. He seemed like a man possessed, gut punching me over and over again, switching hands back and forth without a second’s pause. And then he stopped dead. I felt something else trying to slide into me. It was some fingers from his other hand.

  “Think you can take another?” he asked, venom in his voice.

  “I… I don’t know,” I answered meekly.

  “Let’s see,” he replied.

  I felt more of his other hand slip in. The stretch was damn near unbearable. I started unconsciously squirming away from him, as the pain increased. I hit the bottle again, which helped, but not enough. I looked over at my dad for support. For a second he appeared unwilling to do anything about it. But he finally stepped up.

  “I think that’s it, Barry. He won’t be able to do it.”

  “But I want to. Just give me a second. I’ll make it work.”

  “No, I don’t think you will. But I have an interesting alternative,” my dad said with a malicious grin. Uncle Barry looked up at him. “Someone grab the camera. I know my son’s going to want to watch this over and over again. Don! Get over here.”

  Uncle Don suddenly appeared.

  “Good, you’re already hard. I want you to step over Barry’s arm and crouch down,” my dad said.

  “What’s the plan?” Uncle Don asked.

  “You’re gonna’ put your dick in my son’s ass while Barry fists him,” my dad said bluntly, as though it was no big deal.

  “Really?” Don asked.

  “Hell, yes,” my dad replied. “Noah, take some hits.”

  I did as ordered and after the third one, Uncle Don lowered himself down. I was glad my dad had asked him to be my first, mostly because Uncle Don had the smallest cock, so it might not hurt as much. Though I was still apprehensive that it would work at all.

  Moments later, I felt it- his cock pressing up against my already wide stretched hole. He was pushing up against me. Hard. But it didn’t go in. Not one bit. I was secretly relieved. Maybe they’d drop it and just continue fisting me. But dad wasn’t going to let it go at that.

  “Pull out a bit, Barry,” he said. ”Yeah, right there. Now open your hand a bit, make an opening for Don to slip through. There you go. There’s your target, Don. Think you can hit it?”

  “Oh, yeah,” Uncle Don hissed.

  He hunched over a bit and pushed. Although I couldn’t feel is cock sliding inside of me, I knew that it was.

  “Get the camera over here!” dad exclaimed. “There you go, Noah. You’re getting fisted and fucked at the same time. How does that feel?”

  I wanted to tell him that it hurt. That I really didn’t care for it. That I wanted to stop. But, looking up at his face, which showed only happiness and pride, I just couldn’t do it.

  “Good,” I said weakly.

  “Don’t worry, son. It’s just going to get better,” dad replied. I was uncertain about that.

  Uncle Don started moving his hips, humping me. Truth be told, I couldn’t feel it too much. After all, he was sliding through Barry’s fingers, not my ass. But then Barry started moving, as well. He was stroking in and out, opposite of what Don was doing.

  “Fuck! He’s jerking me off in his ass!” Uncle Don exclaimed.

  “Yeah, but this isn’t the same,” Uncle Barry said.

  “Let go of him,” my dad said. “Okay, now shift around. Put Don’s cock on top and your arm on the bottom. There you go. Now he’s officially getting fucked and fisted at the same time. You hear that, Noah? Doesn’t it feel good?”

  “Unnggghhhh!” was all I could say. In truth it hurt a bit, but I kept hitting on the bottle, so that helped turn pain into pleasure.

  They both worked my hole over well. I could feel them individually inside of me. Uncle Don pounding me with his cock while Uncle Barry drove his fist in and out. He kept trying to go deeper into me. I could feel the tips of his fingers poking me someplace sensitive. Occasionally they would latch onto it and pull at it. Other times I could feel them poking through whatever it was. I know now that it was my inner ring, but I didn’t back then. All I knew was that it felt fucking fantastic and I wished he could find a way to stimulate it even more.

  After a bit, Don pulled his cock out.

  “Fuck! That thing is tight. Feels too fucking good. Who else wants to try it?”

  Well, he didn’t have to ask twice, I can assure you of that. Though I cannot be sure of who was in me. I was pretty much lost in the vapors the whole time. But whoever it was, he was not gentle by any stretch of the imagination. He fucked me good and hard while Barry kept working my insides over with his hand.

  “Fucking jerk me off while I’m in here!” the dick owner said.

  I felt my Uncle Barry’s hand shift around before he started pumping me. I can only assume he was doing what he’d been told to do.

  “Fuck yeah! Oh, God, that’s so fucking dirty! Jerk my dick off in his ass! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!”

  And with that, he cried out, letting all of us know that he was coming in me. Sadly, since his manhood was wrapped up by Barry’s hand, I couldn’t feel his pulsations. But I knew it was happening, and that was enough for me. When he finished, he pulled his cock out and Uncle Barry stopped the next guy from stepping up.

  “Sorry, my arms are getting tired. Someone else is going to have to take over,” he said.

  Then he balled his hand up into a fist and ripped it out of me. I felt my hole expand to a great width before he roughly popped out. Of course I came. One of those amazing ass orgasms that felt so satisfying and forced me to squirt out so much.

  “Who’s next to fist my son?” my dad asked.

  More than one man stepped up. Uncle Ralph was selected and he quickly lubricated his hands and forced himself inside of me. Seconds later, I felt the pressure and pain that let me know another cock was going in, as well. Once more, the combination tore me up, but I was nowhere near being in the right mind to even think about asking them to stop.

  Eventually my Uncle Chad stepped up to put his hand in me. Now Chad was not near as big as my other uncles. He had smaller hands and thinner arms than them. This allowed him to get himself deeper into me. He kept pushing his arm in, going further than any of them had gotten before. His fingers went through my inner ring rather easily. His thumb- well, that took a bit more force. The pressure kept building up inside of me. It felt like his hand was trying to completely adjust my guts. Then, without warning, my body gave way. I screamed out in pleasure? Pain? Whatever it was, it made me cum again. Hard. My pee cum streamed out of me, once more spraying anyone even remotely close. And then Uncle Chad pushed again, making me spray even harder.

  “Holy shit!” someone said. “Look how deep he is!”

  “Keep pushing, Chad!” my dad exclaimed. “Do it! See how far you can go. I’ll bet that yo
u can get it up to your elbow!”

  Something in my mind latched on to that and grew concerned. But it was shouted down by the rest of me, which was simply loving the sweet torture it was experiencing. I could feel my Uncle Chad twist his arm around in me, using his fingers to get traction from the walls of my intestines. I entered a zone where things went blue and grey. I cannot possibly explain it. I just felt so full and it made me happy.

  “There you go. Almost there. One more good push should do it. Hey, Jerry, help him out.”

  I felt the force from Chad’s hand get stronger and then suddenly I was screaming and coming again.

  “All the way up to his fucking elbow! Look at that!”

  “Fucking incredible, man.”

  “That’s unreal!”

  “Wow. Just wow.”

  How long this went on for, I cannot possibly say. As I informed you, I was in a zone. Soon I was getting fucked again. And again. And again. All I know is that I actually enjoyed it. I loved being their cum dumpster once more. The fact that I’m sure pretty much all of them fisted me, many for the first time, thrilled me like nothing else.

  Now, it wasn’t all fisting and fucking. Sometimes it was just all hands. I seem to recall that at one point, I had a group of them, maybe five or six of my uncles all gathered around me. There were all fisting me. Taking random turns inside of my ass. It felt simple incredible to be loved like that. And yes, there was a love there. Maybe not the same as what my dad and I felt for each other, but love, nonetheless. I know that if I’d asked them to stop, they would have, no questions asked. But that didn’t stop them from being a little rough with me. Not too rough, mind you. But these were big, burly, passionate guys and their needs had to be met. I was probably the only one in their lives that could meet those needs. And I was more than happy to do it.

  Finally, I had worn them out once more and it seemed as though things were coming to a close. But my dad had other ideas.

  “Come here, Barry. Want to try that double fist thing again? I’m sure he’s been opened enough to do it now.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, go ahead buddy. Give it a shot,” my dad replied before leaning into me. “Better hit those poppers good and hard, Noah. This is probably going to hurt some.”

  I probably didn’t need that tidbit of advice. Before he even spoke to me I was cracking open the bottle. By now I was coming down from my marijuana high, so I was a little concerned that I wouldn’t be relaxed enough to do what my dad was propositioning. I was about to tell him that, but then I looked around the room. All of my uncles had gathered around to see this show, most of them with big, beaming smiles on their faces. I couldn’t disappoint them. I just couldn’t. So I set my mind to it. No matter what happened, no matter how much it hurt, I was going to do it. I was going to get double fisted and I was going to do my damnedest to make sure that I enjoyed it. Or at least made them think that I was.

  Once more, my Uncle Chad lubricated his hands. A shiver went down my spine at the thought of what was about to happen. I took another deep inhale from the bottle and forced myself to relax. His first hand went in without any difficulty. Maybe my dad was right. Maybe I was so stretched out by this point that it would be easy to take them both. Or easier, at the least.

  I felt the fingers from his other hand starting to tickle my anal ring. He slipped one in, followed immediately by another. I was good. I could handle this. A third finger popped in. A little tighter, but no pain, thus far. His pinkie slithered its way inside. Oh. What a stretch. A bit of pain creeped in. Who knew that a something as small as a pinkie could do that? My dad stood right beside my Uncle Barry, getting it on video for posterity, but also throwing out suggestions. Once he had four fingers in, my dad said,

  “Good. Now pull your hand out.” Uncle Barry looked at him with some confusion. “Trust me. Good. Okay, put four fingers in from each hand.”

  “Like this?”

  “No, no. Put the backs of your hands together. Yeah, like that. Okay, now open his hole up like it’s a set of drapes. Good! Look at it! See how open that thing is? Now hold it, I want to get it on video. Hey! Can someone get me a flashlight? I want to make sure this looks good on camera!”

  A flashlight was produced and shone inside of my gaping asshole. For some reason, I felt embarrassed, being exposed like that. But what I felt most was pain. Uncle Barry wasn’t being too gentle with what he was doing. It felt like my anus was going to tear apart any second now. Luckily, it didn’t, but I’m sure it was close.

  He opened and closed my ass over and over again, each time making sure that my dad got a good view. Uncle Steve even stepped up and fucked me a bit with my ass being held open like that. I don’t know how he got pleasure from it, but he came. I was certain that the next shot my dad took of my gaping asshole clearly showed his jizz oozing out.

  “Okay, now, slip your hand back inside. But make sure you get those fingers in there, too,” my dad said. Barry followed his instructions without question. “Feel looser? Good. See? I told you. Okay, man, time to go for it. Go slow. We don’t want my son breaking, now do we? A torn asshole is no fun for anybody, I can promise you that.” His tone seemed to indicate that he’d had experience with such things. Well, that was going to be an interesting conversation to have later.

  I felt Uncle Barry’s hand sliding in. To be honest, it really wasn’t that bad. Between my dad’s instructions and Barry’s willing hands, things were going smoothly. And then,

  “Okay, now put your thumb in. Slowly. Remember, this isn’t a race, it’s a marathon,” my dad said.

  Uncle Barry moved his thumb so that it could enter me. His finger nail kind of caught on the rim of my stretched out hole, but soon slipped inside. I looked around the room again. My other uncles were rapt, with all of their eyes looking directly at what my uncle Barry was attempting.

  “Hit the bottle son. Hit it hard and deep,” my dad said. “Hold off a second Barry. Let him get into a good place.”

  Six DEEP huffs later, I closed the bottle.

  “You good, Noah?”

  I tried to nod, but I was too far gone.

  “Go ahead, get that last knuckle in. Don’t hesitate. Don’t stop. Just nice slow, gentle pressure,” he instructed my uncle.

  I felt something then. A widening. Not just of my hole, but of my mind and soul, as well. My whole being expanded as Uncle Barry slid his other hand into me. My vision went dark. There was no sound to be heard. My nose only picked up the scent of sweat, lube and cum. There was a great opening and then… And then…

  “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!! HE DID IT!!!!”

  And that was it. I had two hands inside of my asshole, stretching me like nothing I’d ever thought possible. Surprisingly, there was no pain. It was as though I’d transcended pain for the moment. But I was still feeling it. Oh God, was I feeling it. The pressure, the stretch, the sensation of fullness- they were all present. All of them combined for a pleasure that, heretofore, I had not felt in my life. Uncle Barry twisted his hands around in slow circles, his knuckles massaging my prostate almost constantly. I knew I was leaking copious amounts of precum. It was flowing out of me in a steady stream. I could actually feel it as it cascaded off of my balls. Suddenly the flow got heavier. Something else was gushing out of me, not like a geyser, more like I was overflowing. And it felt really good. Really good.

  “Look, he’s coming,” my dad said.

  Was that it? Was I coming? I’d never had an orgasm like this before. There was no squirting, just a slow steady river of semen oozing out of me. I felt someone’s mouth wrap around me. I think it was Uncle Barry’s. He sucked and drank from me gently. That increased the flow more, but still did not cause me to burst. He kept at it for what felt like minutes and when he pulled his mouth away, it was still coming out of me. Just a constant, slow outpouring of semen. My mind was reeling from my constant state of orgasm. It was quickly overwhelming me. I felt like something popped in my brain and then things rapidly changed
.

  My whole body started bucking, as though I was having a seizure, or something. I was still coming. I was still feeling good. But my body just didn’t seem like it could handle all of the pleasure I was receiving. My muscles seized, wracked with spasms, throwing me this way and that. I moaned loudly, unable to say anything else.

  “Pull out!” my dad exclaimed and Uncle Barry obeyed.

  But he didn’t do it softly. No, I think he was too surprised or shocked by my situation. Instead of removing his hands slowly, he yanked them both out in one massive unit. I shrieked like a banshee and one of those massive piss orgasms overtook me. I could feel it blasting out, in complete contrast to what I’d been doing previously. And then I felt nothing. I was aware of losing consciousness, but there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

  When I came to, it was as though my brain was yelling at me to wake up. There was an acrid odor blasting up my nose. It was so harsh that I was forced to turn my head away from it. My eyes were forced open from the chemical kick to my nose. When I could finally focus, I could see that I had patches attached to my chest with wires hooked to them and could hear a regular beeping noise. They had attached me to an E.K.G. machine. That was one of the good things about hanging out with first responders like them. They always knew what to do during a medical emergency.

  “Noah? You okay, son?” My dad’s face took up my full field of vision. Concern was etched upon it.

  “Yeah,” I said, meekly. My throat was raw and hurting. “Could use with a drink.”

  “What would you like?” my dad asked. There was a suggestive tone to it.

  “Just some water,” I replied. I saw a flash of disappointment from my dad. It took me a moment to figure out why. Then I got it. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to let the bucket go to waste. Just got a bit of cottonmouth right now.”

  He smiled broadly and within moments there was a glass of water in front of me. I was still weak and my muscles felt sore, so he had to help me sit up. Around me was my collection of uncles. They all, too, looked concerned. I couldn’t help but smile when I realized they were still nude and saw their flaccid cocks hanging there. It was pretty comical.