My Uncle was a 6 foot 4 cop, name of Jim. I knew for a fact that he had been a tough disciplinarian with my two cousins Rich & Mike. Id always had a lot of time for Uncle Jim – he was well into dirty jokes, sport, and a real mans man. Off duty, he tended to wear tight slacks and shirts or jumpers, with the slacks really showing off his big thighs, big backside and his big old bulge When I got old enough to get pissed with him at family gatherings, wed always end up going down the pub for a while.
Id already got a good relationship with my cousins too, having stayed with the family in the holidays when my mum and dad were away. My older cousin Rich and I had generally shared a room and being randy teenagers had established a good wanking routine, sharing porn mags and comparing our big randy _c_o_c_k_s. Rich had a really juicy throbber on him that was always ready for a good fisting, and one of the things we really enjoyed was lying side by side in the single beds with one of us reading out the stories from a wank mag, and both of us tossing our horny tools. Usually, it would be Richs mags we would go for – Readers Letters about threesomes and wife-watchers – but one time I brought me own mag which was a spanking one. One really long story was about a headmaster from a boys school and a headmistress from a girls school. They both had to punish pupils who were getting off with each other, which was _s_e_x_ily described and the whole thing ended up with the horny headmaster giving the headmistress a good caning then shagging her up, first up the arse then up the cunt.
The story was really hornily written, with loads of descriptions of both the whacking and _f_u_c_k_ing sessions, and my coz and I were well juiced up as I read it out. We had the lights out but the curtains open and Id sneaked in a half-bottle of Scotch. We ended up sharing the reading and I was really turned on when Rich was reading the horny whacking descriptions and I could see his own right hand giving his fulsome _c_o_c_k_ a good going over. Wed had a bit of a measuring session a while before, and his big hampton measured a good 8,5 inches, with mine lagging behind at a meaty seven. When the story was over we were both fisting our _c_o_c_k_s and ended up admitting the subject was well horny. I asked him if his Dad still gave them a good larruping from time to time, and he told me yes. It seemed his favourite implement was the slipper – a great big size 14 one with a really whippy rubber base. Rich told me that having a really hard session from his Dad was the worst thing, far worse than even a good caning at school, as Dad kept him over his big lap for about 20 minutes sometimes.
I admitted my own Dad gave me similar whacking sessions but we both knew who had the more powerful and stroppy Dad – it was Jim without a doubt. We ended up changing the subject but while he read a story about a bird getting stiffed by three massive _c_o_c_k_s my mind was mostly on him getting it from his Dad. I told him wgen I was about to shoot, it was obvious anyway from the pace of my wank strokes and the splick-splick-splick sound that meant my hand was moving fast against my knob which was already leaking loads of randy goo. He put his bedside light on as he always liked watching my _c_o_c_k_ shoot a great big load of spunk – this was the best yet as I really let fly with great splattering dollops of jizz over my face, chest, hand and legs. He wasnt far behind, and started really working hard on his wet, fat _f_u_c_k_stick until he closed his eyes and showered himself with a horny, teenage deluge of thick and creamy Harry Monk....
But I digress....
When I was a college lad I was based near Uncle and Aunt and their marriage was pretty iffy. She was often away and if that was the case when I popped round, Uncle Jim and I would go grab a burger and have a few pints down the pub. I was often looking for a way to turn the conversation round to randy stuff, and spanking in particular. He looked so big and randy down the pub, sitting there with his big, tightly-trousered thighs wide apart and a wide grin across his face. Hed retired from policing by this time and was taking on security work and driving work. He also ran a youth footy team and played a _f_u_c_k_ of a lot of golf.
One day I decided to take the bull by the horns. I started a conversation about being a poor old randy student and how we couldnt even afford jazz mags. Then I told him I had a share policy with a few of my mates and how we especially liked a really expensive mag which was mainly about spanking. We were both quite pissed by this time, and Uncle Jim was by no means telling me to shut up, but laughing away. We were also the only ones at a table in his local, and far enough away to have a good private chat.
I started teasing him with a few stories from the mag , and I could tell by his body language (jigging thighs, crossed legs, hand darting under the table) that he was getting off on them. I then moved on to telling him about our rugby team forfeit nights and how we had a big clothes brush and a slipper and drew lots for a sound whacking.
He started to get the point quite quickly. He told me he thought my Dad would probably be really shocked about my wasting me grant money on porn and drinking. Maybe he should teach me a lesson?
It was obvious my aunt was out. We drank up quick sharpish and walked the odd two hundred yards back to his place pretty quietly. It was cold and he kept rubbing his big hands together and going on about how chilly it was.
Back in the house, he whacked up the central heating then poured us both a big Scotch. I was wearing a white shirt, tight blue Farah slacks and bomber jacket. He was in tight Farahs too- grey ones – and a white shirt. He said my Aunt wouldnt be back and wondered if I wanted to watch a bit of you know what, a tape his mate had leant him. He put it on and offered me a cigar.
It was all lads in the vid – with MASSIVE tools on them, standing in a circle and wanking away in what looked like a school room. Then a _s_e_x_y headmistress came in with a mortar board, gown and cane. The boys had to be punished. One by one, they went across the big table and got a caning. My uncle looked over at me, winked, and filled my glass. My _c_o_c_k_ was really throbbing in my slacks by now and I started to rub it, non-chalantly, with my palm. I then got the courage to look at the front of my Uncles trousers and noticed what looked like a HUGE stiffy, stretching lengthways from his tented fly across his big out-stretched leg.
The video continued, with the lads all getting six of the best real scorchers across their big muscular arses.
Bloody hell! Reminds me of me own schooldays! uncle said.
I could see his right hand was giving his big, throbbing bulge a good tooling. I started to do the same.
Except we didnt have a _s_e_x_y headmistress to do it ....OR wank us off after....look at that!!
The headmistress had the biggest lads truncheon in her hand and was wanking it expertly. The skin was pulled right back and it looked as if she had hand lotion (or spunk) on her hand that she was using to wank him with.
Phwoah!! said my Uncle as the boy started jetting off a great shower of cream. The other lads were all wanking their massive ones in the background.
Suddenly , Uncle snapped the video off.
Right boy, he said. I think its time for a good hard lesson.
He stood up (giving me another chance to marvel at the massive bulge in his trousers) then came back with a dining room chair. He stopped the film, then placed the chair in the centre of the room, legs wide spread, fat, long _c_o_c_k_ still jutting down his left thigh....
I think you know he drill, lad, he said. Stand up! Thats right. Trousers down. Good grief! Well, well deal with that later, lad.... Now, over here and bend over my knee....
It was the moment Id been fantasising about for years.... My _c_o_c_k_ was twitching, giving out a load of pre-cum that was messing up the front of me Y fronts. I bent right over his big lap, enjoying the soft feel of his slacks against my naked thighs until the first –
WHUP! Then another WHUP! WHUP! WHUP!
Jesus! That slipper was a _f_u_c_k_ing stinger! I started to shift on his thighs but A hand came down, holding me across the lap while he REALLY got stuck in
WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP!
He was alternating. Left cheek, right cheek. I was snivelling. The thing in his slack was really throbbing against my bare thigh. _f_u_c_k_ ! OW! OW! OW! WHUP!
WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP!
WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP!
WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP!
WHUP!
I was snivelling like brat, bucking, but he held me down. He started to repeat the process. My _c_o_c_k_, weirdly was still hard, poking out the waistband. JESUS!!
WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP!
WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP!
He was really laying it on, like a pro. _f_u_c_k_! My poor cousins! My arse was on fire!!!
WHUP! WHUP!
WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP!
WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP!
WHUP!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
STAND UP! DONT TOUCH IT!!! STAND UP – HANDS BEHIND YER HEAD! THATS IT BOY!!!
I was made to stand in the corner for what seemed like ages. I heard the vid go back on, and the unmistakable sound of my Uncle unzipping his slacks, then a sound that couldnt be anything other than him whacking off his big knob while looking at my bright, red arse. _f_u_c_k_, I could even smell it – his big juicy todger in the small room, hear the wank strokes getting faster and faster until
UNGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Uhhh! Uhhh! Whoahh! Uhhhh!
Uhhh!
I felt a balming cream splattering against my red hot arse. Loads and loads of really thick cream, splattering, then running down my arse.
My own _c_o_c_k_ was still throbbing. Then the doorbell rang............
TO BE CONTINUED....................