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Story Time: “Uncle Sam’s Big Rocket” (via Handjobs Magazine)

A special 4th of July celebration between a boy and his illegal fireworks dealer.


 

I’ve never been one for having big July 4th plans. In fact, my plan this year is to stay home and watch some penis fireworks instead. In preparation for that plan, I came across this story from the July 2002 edition of Handjobs Magazine (always a staple on my summer reading list) and knew I had to share.

This one’s by Robin Walden (his story about slutty plumbers was also a hit here) and itt’s the tale of a young country lad who discovers that his burgeoning sexuality is leading him right into the knowing hands (and lap) of his long-time local fireworks distributor.

If you’ve grown up in the big city your whole life, the idea of going somewhere and buying fireworks for the 4th probably sounds country as hell. And it absolutely is. But we went to the same place for ours every year when I was little and, while there wasn’t anybody there I’d wanna get naked with, the idea of blowing things up to celebrate America did make my pants juuust a little bit tighter.

 

Uncle Sam’s Big Rocket

 

Written and illustrated by Robin Walden [Handjobs Magazine | July 2002]

 

It was the time of the summer that my friends and I had been waiting for: the Fourth of July. We always started saving up our allowances weeks in advance so we could buy the best and loudest fireworks. That’s why we always looked forward to the arrival of Mr. Hinkel. He always sold the best fireworks in town.

Once a year, a week before Independence Day, he’d come down from his farm with a big truckload of great fireworks and set up a big stand in the lot next to the motel.

As I grew older, I started thinking about Mr. Hinkel in more intimate ways. There was something about the old guy that excited me. Maybe it was his tall, lanky body or his gray beard, and he was always so friendly when he saw me each year. I began to notice how big his hands and feet were and how snugly his old jeans fit his long legs. I began to wonder what it might be like to see him naked, touch him or even have him fuck me.

One afternoon, I was on my way to Mr. Hinkel’s stand. I had a pocket full of money, and I was anticipating what kinds of cool stuff I could buy. As I approached the stand in the parking lot, I could see a big crowd of people standing around, but there were a lot of sad and disappointed faces. As I got to the front of the crowd, there was Mr. Hinkel behind the counter, standing among his fireworks – what little of them there were.

“Well, look who’s here. If it isn’t my young friend Ross,” Mr. Hinkel said as he adjusted his glasses to get a better look at me.

“Mr. Hinkel, what’s going on?” I said looking at the rather skimpy selection of fireworks behind him.

“Sorry, Ross. The laws in this county got changed this year,” Mr. Hinkel answered. “I’m not allowed to sell a lot of the good stuff that I use to anymore … you know, safety regulations and that stuff.”

After a while, a few of the customers bought a few items, but most of them left in disappointment. I stayed behind with Mr. Hinkel, it didn’t feel right to abandon my old friend after all this time.

“Well, Ross,” Mr. Hinkel said as he counted his take for the day, “I guess you’ll have to go to the fairgrounds on the fourth if you want to see some real fireworks this year. Sorry I let you down, son, but there’s not much you can do when the laws get changed.”

“Yeah, I understand, Mr. Hinkel,” I said. “So are you gonna stay here in town for the parade this year?”

“Sure thing, Ross. In fact, I’m gonna dress up as Uncle Sam … Hell, I may as well have some fun while I’m here.” Mr. Hinkel looked to his left and his right. Then he leaned over the counter and whispered to me, “Hey, son, I got a little surprise for you. Come by my motel room later this evening, but don’t tell anyone else, OK?”

***

It was almost dark when I got to Mr. Hinkel’s motel room, which was at he end of the building. I knocked on the door, and when it opened, there was Mr. Hinkel in his Uncle Sam costume. I must admit, he looked good, even kind of sexy, in his red, white and blue striped suit. He even had a big top hat with stars on it.

As I walked inside, I noticed several cardboard boxes in the corner of the room. I didn’t think much about them at first, but soon my curiosity got the best of me.

“Hey, Mr. Hinkel. What’s in the boxes?” I said.

“It’s the big surprise I was telling you about, son!” he said as his face lit up in a big grin. “Have a seat on the bed and I’ll show you.”

As Mr. Hinkel picked up one of the boxes, I noticed how tightly his striped satin pants fit his long, slender legs, and my eyes instantly caught what looked like a very sizable bulge in his crotch.

“So whatcha think about this?” he said as he opened the box before me. There inside, were dozens of different fireworks – Roman candles, sky rockets and giant cones, all the cool stuff Mr. Hinkel used to sell. “I had all this stuff left over from last year, Ross, before the laws changed. I took a big chance bringin’ them here, but I wanted you to have your pick of them … Go ahead, boy. Take anything you want. But don’t tell anyone where you got them from.”

Handjobs Magazine, Robin Walden, Uncle Sam's Big Rocket, Story, Erotic, Older, Younger, Fireworks, Gay, Fucking, Sucking, Cum, Illustration, Cartoon, Art, HandjobsI couldn’t believe my eyes as I dug into the assortment of fireworks before me. Mr. Hinkel seemed to enjoy watching me as I pulled a big, long Roman candle from the box.

“Boy, Mr. Hinkel,” I said. “I bet this one really shoots a big blast!” I guess when I said that, I was really thinking about Mr. Hinkel’s big rocket, which I noticed had grown more and was moving down the side of his pant’s leg.

I suppose Mr. Hinkel caught my sly comment too. He put his hands under the lapels of his jacket, looked at me with a sexy gaze and asked, “Well, son, how do you like my outfit? I make a pretty hot Uncle Sam, doncha think?”

“You look great, Mr. Hinkel,” I said, still holding the Roman candle in both my hands. “I don’t know how to thank you for giving me all this great stuff!”

Handjobs Magazine, Robin Walden, Uncle Sam's Big Rocket, Story, Erotic, Older, Younger, Fireworks, Gay, Fucking, Sucking, Cum, Illustration, Cartoon, Art, Handjobs“Well now, I think you know how to thank me, boy,” Mr. Hinkel said. “I’ve been watchin’ the way you’ve been holdin’ that candle, strokin’ it like you’d like to stroke somethin’ else … maybe me?” By now, I could see a clear outline of Mr. Hinkel’s cock down the side of his leg as he slowly moved his finger over it. “Yeah, son. I’ve noticed the way you’ve been lookin’ at me. You’ve got that look that only a hot boy like you would have. Like he wants somethin’!”

I began to sweat a little as I looked up and stuttered, “Er … yeah, Mr. Hinkel, I’d like to stroke you. I’ve had the hots for you for a long time.”

“Right back at you, son,” Mr. Hinkel said as he started to slowly unbutton his striped pants. “I’ve had my eye on your cute ass for a while too. I was just waitin’ for the right opportunity to make my move.”

I was still sitting on the edge of the bed, and my feet felt like they were glued to the floor as Mr. Hinkel slowly hauled out his cock and stroked it in my direction. It was a big, beautiful dick – fat and veiny, with a big mushroom head.

All my years of pent up desire suddenly came flooding out of me. I lunged forward, wrapped my hand around Mr. Hinkel’s rod and started to lick and drool all over his shaft. I’d sucked a few cocks before, mostly a few of the guys at school, but this was a real man’s cock I had now; the one I had been waiting so long for.

“Wow, take it easy, there, son,” Mr. Hinkel said from above me. “There’s plenty to go around!”

But I didn’t care about that now. I opened wide and gobbled his cock into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. Then I slowly pulled back, savoring the strong, funky taste of his fat meat and licking the clear drops of precum that dribbled from the slick head.

“Oh yeah, son,” Mr. Hinkel moaned as he put one hand behind my head and held on to his hat with the other. “You sure know how to treat Uncle Sam right!”

Without letting his cock slip from my mouth, I slid off the bed onto my knees and pulled Mr. Hinkel’s pants down to his ankles. As he stepped out of them, I looked up and asked him not to take off the rest of his costume. “Please, Mr. Hinkel, leave your hat and jacket on,” I said. “You look so hot. Sucking Uncle Sam’s cock is turning me on.”

“Whatever gets your motor runnin’ boy,” Mr. Hinkel said with a smile and a twinkle in his eye as he pulled off my shirt and jeans. “Oh, yeah. You’ve got a real nice firecracker on you, Ross. Just like I thought you would. Let ol’ Uncle Sam have his turn on that poker, boy.”

Mr. Hinkel pulled me onto the bed with him and had me straddle his chest. His bushy beard felt so good against my balls as his darting tongue quickly lapped up the steady flow of precum from my rock hard cock. Then he pushed me forward and slowly swallowed my shaft down his throat. I had to brace myself against the wall as he pushed my hips into his face. First gently and slowly, then fast and hard. I thought Mr. Hinkel would gag on my cock, but he was a true expert and knew how to milk my rod for all it was worth.

After a few minutes, I felt my legs start to tingle and my hot load shot out of me like a fountain. As I gasped in pleasure, Mr. Hinkel let out a muffled groan while he sucked down every drop of my cream.

As Mr. Hinkel suckled on my still hard cock, I felt his hands on my ass and two of his long fingers nudging into my puckered hole. I pushed back on his fingers to help get them farther inside.

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“Oh yeah, son,” Mr. Hinkel cooed. “You’re real hot and tight back there. I think it’s time you had some of Uncle Sam’s cherry bomb!”

“Oh, please, sir!” I gasped with my face pressed against the wall. “I want you to bust my cherry real good!”

In no time flat, Mr. Hinkel flipped me over on my back with my legs up in the air. Then he started licking and drooling in and over my hot, virgin hole. I reached up and pushed Mr. Hinkel’s face into my ass. His long, wet tongue was doing things I never knew were possible, pushing and spreading my tight ass ring, lapping up my butt juice like it was sweet honey.

His long legs were on both sides of mine so that he was facing away from me. Then he aimed his veiny pole at my upturned ass and slowly, gently guided it into my wet, quivering hole.

My mind started spinning as Mr. Hinkel held my legs and started to fuck the crap out of me backwards. After a couple of deep, pile driving plunges, I felt something inside me give way and his big, cock sank into me right down to his gray crotch hairs. My once tight ass muscle was totally relaxed now and I grunted out to Mr. Hinkel to ram his fucker into me as hard and as deep as he wanted. But by now, my Uncle Sam didn’t need much coaching. As I watched from underneath him, he started to slam his long, fat rod deep inside me, grinding it around, pulling it almost completely out, then plowing it all the way back inside me.

Handjobs Magazine, Robin Walden, Uncle Sam's Big Rocket, Story, Erotic, Older, Younger, Fireworks, Gay, Fucking, Sucking, Cum, Illustration, Cartoon, Art, HandjobsAfter a few more deep drills, Mr. Hinkel started to tremble and shake. “Oh yeah, boy,” he shouted out. “Oh, shit. My cherry bomb’s about to … OH, YEAH … EXPLODE!”

I could feel Mr. Hinkel’s hot load pumping into me as he held my legs apart and pounded my hot, newly fucked ass like there was no tomorrow. When he pulled his cock from my ass, it was still shooting. A long blast of his seed shot out and splattered over my face and lips.

The next thing I knew, Mr. Hinkel was lowering my legs. He licked the last of his spunk from my face and quickly kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth, letting me taste his warm, salty cream.

***

The next day, our town had it’s big Independence Day parade. Leading the marching band was Mr. Hinkel in his costume. As he waved to the people, he saw me in the crowd and gave me a wink.

I missed the fireworks display at the fairgrounds with my family that night. The real fireworks show for me was in Uncle Sam’s motel room. HJMicro

 


 

Happy (early!) Fourth of July! Wherever you are. I hope it’s an explosive one!

 

 

-t

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