by Jason Meekle
I know the story I am about to tell is pretty rank, but I need to share it with someone.
It was my 18th birthday, and I wanted to get out and enjoy the night with some friends. When I got home just my uncle was home, and he looked like he had already had one too many to drink. Growing up I always had a certain attraction towards my uncle, and had such a huge fetish when it came to his feet or anything that was on his feet. Socks, sneakers, flip flops, I was nuts for this kind of stuff. As I made my way to my room he yelled up at me "Happy Birthday Man", I replied with a "Thanks Man". While I was in my room I could hear him making his way up to my room. I turned around and he was standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face. "Hey what's up Unc?", I said to him. "Oh Nothing." just wanted to take a look at the birthday boy! I chuckled and was going to make my way past him when he stood dead in his tracks, and being taller than me looked down at me and said, "Where do you think you're going?"
At this point I thought he was playing around like he used to until he grabbed me almost in a headlock and sat me on the bed, and with his mouth right by my right ear he whispered, "So you like to jerk off to Uncle's Socks?" Suddenly from what he said, and the smell of liquor on his breath I knew this was no longer a joke. I asked him to let me go, and tried to wriggle my way out of his grip, with not even the slightest chance. Then he said, "Come on Man, admit it, you love the smell and taste of your Uncles Dirty nasty socks, HUH?" He loosened his grip, and just before I could adjust myself he slapped me on the side of the head, and made me lose balance making me fall to the floor. I looked up and said, "fuck off!". He grabbed me by the neck of my shirt, and with teeth clenched threw me up against the wall, and said "So now you're a Man?" I was so shaken up by this, had my uncle been waiting all this time to beat me up?
With this heavy gaze he wrapped his hand on my throat and his nose touching my nose, and said "Tell Uncle what you want?" I took a deep breath, and when I opened my mouth to say something, he spit right in my mouth, just as fast I spit it back out hitting him in the face. He threw me on the bed, and wiped the spit off his face. He said "Stay right there, Don't fucking move" and walked out of the room. Even though I was scared out of my mind I couldn't help but feel slightly turned on by my Uncles actions. I wondered what he was doing, and then he came around the corner in a Jockstrap and timberland boots with the long white tube socks. I thought Oh My God, what was he doing. He looked at me and said, "You like me dressed like this?" I replied "No", "Come on Man, you don't think I notice you taking pictures of me when I'm working outside in these boots?" I stuck with my answer of "No" I said, "Why are you doing this to me", and he said "I've been waiting for years to get the chance to fuck you boy". "What makes you think you're going to fuck me" I replied. He walked over to me and said "Cause you a man now". I told him It's still rape, and he said with a chuckle, but it's not child molestation! Then he moved closer to me on the bed, and put his hand on the back of head, and said "So you jerk off with my stinky socks, huh?" I went to pull my head away when he grabbed a handful of my hair, and forced me to look at him, and repeated "You like jerking off with Uncles SOCKS?" Looking him in the eyes I struggled to get out the words "So what of it?" He put back on his smirk and loosened his grip on my hair turning to a patting of my head. With almost a whisper he said "You want to Jerk your Boy Cock on Uncles Man Feet?" Turned on but shocked at his comment, I didn't say a word.
Then I saw stars as he slapped me across the face and with a more strict tone and teeth clenched, "You want to fucking jerk off on Uncles Man Feet?" I replied with "YES" then again he slapped me hard across the face, "Don't you fucking yell at Me!" He settled himself on my bed, and said in a grunt "Go ahead you little faggot, fag out on Uncles Man Feet!" I proceeded to untie his boots and was slightly aroused by the whole situation, but was still pretty scared since he was being so brutal. I just tried my best to do what he wanted. He just lay there quietly as I removed his boots, and pretended I was disgusted to have his feet in my face, but I was starting to sport wood, but wouldn't dare take it out or even touch it! With his sweat socks right in front of my face I closed my eyes and sniffed his sock clad feet. "Come on faggot, take off my Socks!", I sat back and said "Quit calling me a faggot!"
He jumped up off the bed, and slammed my face to the floor and stepped on it with his big Man foot, and said "I'll call you whatever the fuck I want to, you faggot!" then spit at my face. I just closed my eyes and mouth and beared the weight of his foot on my face and the spit dripping off my face. He grabbed me by my waist and threw me on the bed, I looked at him with my face covered in his spit, and watched him as his removed his socks and walked directly up to me and forcefully shoved the whole tube sock in my mouth, then he tied the other around my head so there was no way for the sock in my mouth to escape. " Take in all of Uncle's stink you little faggot!" Giving my head another slap then turning me over on my stomach then he stood up, as he grunted. I turned around to see him standing there with his Hairy cock standing erect, it was so veiny and was bouncing.
It turned me on to see him slapping his cock as he spat at it, all the while grunting.
He turned to me and said "Hang on I'll be right back, and ran out of the room. I squeezed my dick through my pants, as all this was turning me on and my dick for sure needed some attention. Then I heard him coming back, and when he walked in he had on his Nike Shox and said "You like these fucker?" as he walked towards me dick hard in hand. I started to think maybe he had a shoe fetish, and realized I was into shoes way before I even thought I he knew. Anyway as much as I was enjoying the action he layed on me and rubbed his cock on my ass, and by the force he was pumping I started to get fearful of even the thought of him sticking it in my ass. Then he made his way to my ass and with his teeth made a tear in my pants so he could rip a hole, and same with my underwear, until my asshole was exposed. "Oh what a pretty pink hole you have" he said. I was lying there twitching everytime I feel his tounge near my hole. Than he would spit at myh asshole, and slowly he would push at my hole. He ripped my pants and underwear up the crotch until he was able to pull my hard cock for his use. I lay the breathing through my nostrils and swallowing tasting the smell of stink foot! As I lay there I could hear my Uncles grunts get louder and more spitting, and harder grips on my cock. I was enjoying all this until he stood up, before I had time to turn to see his next actions I felt his weight and the most unbearable pain as his shoved his hard rigid cock into my tight virgin asshole. Through the sock in my mouth I screamed out in pain, I felt like he ripped my asshole into shreds, and nothing like the nights I would stick my finger in my hole.
I remember I had tears in my eyes and the urge to throw up. For the first few thrusts it was pure torture, but he would alternate licking and spitting on my hole for lube, but his entrance was always a forceful blow making me scream through his dirty sock in pain. He pulled his raging member out of my punished hole, and I turned to look and saw that he was sweeping off everything off my desk and walked to me again. The sight of him with his cock throbbing between his hairy legs, and his body drenched in sweat and his Nike Shox, and the panting, made me want more. The pain my asshole was getting was more than I bargained for. He untied the sock from my face, and once my mouth was free I said can we use some lube, and with this almost disgusted look on his face said "Shut up" and slapped me hard across the face. He took one the tube socks, and took my cock and balls with one handful and began tying the sock tight around my balls and cock. I let out a loud moan as he tightened the sock on my cock, he looked up me with teeth clenched, and said "SHUT UP!" Then he grabbed me by the hair and led me to the desk. Excitement soon turned to terror as I realized he was only using me to get off with, and no matter how rough he got it didn't matter.
He bent me over the desk, and with no warning slammed his cock into my asshole, I screamed bloody Mary, and with that I got a hard slap across the head, and he said "Shut the fuck up!" How the fuck could I shut the fuck up when he was slamming my asshole like it had no feelings or anything. I could hear him shuffling around as he fucked me, and looked back to see he was removing his ankle socks from his feet. He took the socks and shoved them in my mouth. Then proceeded to fuck me. I was cringing every time he thrusted in me, he pumped my hole so hard. Then the sick and twisted part came, he began to pump so hard I could feel like I was going to blow my load but it seemed like I needed something to get me over the edge. I spit out his sweaty socks, and siad "Fuck me Uncle!" he slapped my head hard, and I clenched my teeth together, and yelled louder, "Come on you faggot, fuck my hole, I know that's what you want!" He grabbed me by the waist in a vise like grip and slammed my, as he called it "Pretty Little Hole". The pain and pleasure was equal, he grabbed my face and spit in my mouth, and I reciprocated by spitting back into his mouth. As we swapped spit he fucked me like he was raping me. Then like a blast my cock began spewing blast after blast. He on the other hand continued to fuck me, than like wild beast bent me over forcefully, and gave my asshole a few more thrusts and then I felt it in my guts. Like a stream and I could feel his cock pulsate with every shot. He pulled his dick out and backed up to lay on my bed. I turned and walked towards him and knelt at his cock and proceeded to lick it up clean.
He pushed me away, and when I stood upright again he kicked me hard enough that I flew back and hit the dresser drawer. He walked over to me and with his hand in a motion to where he might hit me said "Don't fucking tell anyone this happened" then he pretended to land a slap but stopped inches from my face. I looked up at him, and I remember saying "I Won't" or half of it anyways and he landed a blow with his knee and that's the last thing I remember. I woke up and my birthday was over and I had the biggest lump on my eye! I still see my uncle alot, but nothing ever happened after that. Thankful for that because he has a wife now, and let's just say I wouldn't want to be her! LOL
