Chapter 12

“Did that hurt?” asked Tom.

Dale broke away from the kiss and looked his uncle in the eye. His expression said it all.

Tom carried him through the water until he felt his back touch the side of the pool. Immediately their lips met, hungry for each other as if the few seconds they had been apart were an eternity.

“Hang on tight,” said Tom.

Without asking why, without wanting to, he tightened his grip around his uncle’s shoulders as Tom let go of him and grabbed hold of the side of the pool to brace himself. Instinctively Dale wrapped his legs more tightly around Tom’s hips, impaling himself further on the enormous weapon already buried deep inside him. He gasped as the head poked against something sensitive and let go a soft moan as Tom started gently thrusting.