Checkmate. Damn, I had no idea Uncle Jonah was that good at chess. I quipped that I was slowly getting better at the game, but I think we both knew I was, at best, playing catch-up. He nodded with a half-grin—Finally, I’m sure he thought, a game he could beat me at. Admittedly, I could’ve probably been more competitive, or optimal in my play, but I easily get distracted. How could I not with a fine and foxy stud like Uncle Jonah sitting across from me? While my uncle planned his next move during the match, I couldn’t help but stare at the extra-large lump in his jeans. I wondered if he wore tight pants during our games on purpose. The game itself wasn’t so important. Whether it be chess, strip poker, or some other game, the more and more Uncle Jonah and I spent time together, the more I desired him. The last time we screwed around after a chess match the sex was seriously mind-blowing. It was like our natural competitive nature brought out the carnal animal in both of us.There were joys in winning and losing known only to the way that we played. And sometimes, you don't have to declare a winner at all. I must have said something that really got to him, because I saw the lump in Uncle Jonah’s tight pants twitch involuntarily. He shot me a wolfish smile. He pushed the chess board to the side and I stripped my shirt off. The horned-up DILF made a straight-up beeline to my pants and yanked them down before I could say "Knight to Queen 69." That's a move, right? Well, it's about to be. Uncle Jonah, with obvious relish, licked up and down my sizable shaft. I absolutely loved it when he would tongue the base of my thick dick and slowly work his way up the entire length until he got to the pulsating cockhead. Then, my randy uncle cherished the savory flavor of the syrupy precum as it oozed in response to his hungry, warm lips. Making me gasp and moan uncontrollably, my sexy uncle unzipped his jeans and pulled out his massively hard cock. He stroked it and sucked me at the same time. I nearly came into his mouth watching him do that. After quite a spell of Uncle Jonah working his oral magic on my boy-wand, we finally removed the rest of our clothing. He may be a chess wizard, but he clearly had another game in mind. Truth be told, this next game was one of my all-time favorites! Uncle Jonah liked to finger my boy hole, pull out real quick, and then replace his fingers with his tongue. He did this over and over until I felt like I was about to combust with the explosive sensations this ignited inside of me. All I could do was close my eyes and enjoy the ministrations through and through. However, I also had to really try hard and focus on holding back from shooting my load to the ceiling! And in the moment I honestly believed that I was going to cum, Uncle Jonah suddenly stood up and aimed his foot-long dick at my hole. Oh my sex gods, I only thought I was being stretched before. I can barely form into words the near-frantic manner in which my uncle and I fucked that afternoon. As our sex together over time became more and more frequent, I started getting more comfortable and acclimated to being penetrated by the massive spear my uncle was blessed with. And trust me, the way in which Uncle Jonah would powerfuck my boy-hole made me feel especially blessed. In fact, while ramming my tight ass in the doggy position, Uncle Jonah’s breathing got awfully labored and ragged. I knew he was about to shoot, and I wondered if this counted as him kinging me, or the other way around. Either way, I think we both won our match!