Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2023 11:11:45 -0400
From: Athair Mic <thckhrd8@gmail.com>
Subject: Back to School Specials - Part 3 (Gay/Incest)

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resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is purely coincidental. It contains
sex with underage boys and sex with family members. If you are offended by
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Notes:

All of my stories take place in the same universe where teen boys are
insatiable and men like it that way.


Back to School Specials --
Part 3 -- After-School Tutoring


"Brock, you need to do me a favor."


"What?" My brother rarely asked me for a favor. As the older sibling, he's
taken great pride in being the one who has helped me out over the years. I
could count on one hand the times he has asked me for something.


"I'm in a bit of a bind. Things have gotten kind of tense with Quentin and
his Mom and Stepdad ever since he came out to them a couple of months
ago. I told Miranda I would take him for a while just to give them a little
breathing room."


"I still can't understand why you ever married that woman, David." Miranda
was a bitch. It was plain and simple. She was much more conservative than
my brother and, as such, had never taken to me once she found out that I
was gay. After a few years, my drunk brother accidentally let it slip that
I used to do porn in my early twenties. I was pretty much persona non grata
after that. I could only see my nephew secretly when my brother sneakily
brought him over for a visit.


"I knocked her up. Listen, I eventually divorced her, and we got Quentin
out of the whole ordeal, so that's a win."


"So what is the favor?"


"I can't get out of work until 6 most days, and I can't leave a 13-year-old
alone for 3 hours after school."


"So what? You want him to come here instead?"


"That's what I was hoping."


"I don't know, David," I hedged. "I don't think that is such a good idea."


"Why not? The bus ride to your place is shorter than to mine, and you work
from home in the afternoon. He just needs someplace to do his homework and
hang out. Besides, he loves his Uncle Brock. He needs gay role models."


"Don't you try to guilt trip me with that. Besides, you do remember what I
do when I'm working from home in the afternoon?" My brother was my best
friend, and he was the only member of the family that knew what my real job
entailed.


"I know. It won't be an issue."


"Me editing fuck films in the next room isn't going to be an issue?"


I might have only performed in porn in my twenties, but I never left the
industry. These days I run two adult websites. One is dedicated to videos
of men in their 30s and older fucking 18-year-old bottoms. As everyone has
to provide ID, I certify that everyone is freshly legal. Some people submit
videos, and others I shoot myself, usually on the weekend. David has
actually been the older man in a couple of the videos. He may be
"straight," but he can't resist a tight boy hole any more than I can.


The other website is for private members who need a special code to access
the content. You see while scouting 18-year-olds, I met a lot of teens 17
and younger who wanted to do porn as well. I knew there would be a
market. Hell, I fucked a few of those boys myself. So the site started out
with videos shot by me of men (friends, acquaintances, and people I knew
from porn) fucking the underage boys. Eventually, members started
submitting their own videos, and an interesting thing happened. More and
more of the submitted videos were of men fucking underage boys they were
related to. Fathers and sons. Uncles and nephews. They relished the safe
space. And the age of the boys dropped as well. There were fewer
17-year-olds and more boys around 13 or 14. The site exploded.


So, honestly, I make most of my money curating underage gay incest
videos. And truth be told, I fucking love it. And David is a fan as
well. He loves it when I send him a particularly raunchy scene. Last week I
sent him one of a 75-year-old grandfather whoring out his 10-year-old
grandson to a few friends in his retirement home.


"No, it won't be." His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "I think
it might actually be a bonus."


"Go on," I said. I had a feeling I knew where this was going, and I could
feel my dick starting to swell.


"I think it might be time. He's mature enough to have come out. I've caught
him ogling you, and I've caught him trying to sneak peeks at me. And I've
`accidentally' let him catch me jerking off, and he definitely wanted to
stick around for the show."


"So, what, you want me to take this opportunity to tutor him on how to have
gay sex?"


"Who better than his loving uncle. His loving perv of an uncle."


"And you?"


"I can't let you have all the fun. You do the groundwork, and I'll reap the
reward of having a tight cunt-boy at my disposal."


Quentin was quite a fuckable boy. He'd been giving me semis for a while. At
13, he was tall for his age but was as filled out as a boy his age could
be. He had an ass like a ripe peach, just asking to be bitten. He looked
like a cherub with his floppy blond hair, bright blue eyes, and freckled
face. The idea of those eyes looking up at me as I drove my 8 inches down
his eighth-grade gullet made me leak like a faucet.


"OK," I said. "I get to spend time with my nephew, fuck his brains out, and
all behind your bitch ex-wife's back. Sounds like a pretty good deal."


"Great. I knew I could talk you into this. You've always been easy to
manipulate."


"Like when you convinced me to let you pop my cherry when I was 10?"


"You loved it, and you know it, Brock."


Monday afternoon came around quickly. Promptly at 3:00 PM, I heard my
doorbell ring. I walked to the door shirtless, wearing only a skimpy pair
of briefs that left little to the imagination. All 6'3" of my muscular
frame, dusted with dark hair, was on display. Step 1 of my plan. When I
opened the front door, Quentin's jaw dropped as he glanced up and down my
body, pausing noticeably at my crotch.


"Sorry about the underwear, kiddo, but the AC isn't working in my
office. Come in, come in." Quentin followed me into the living room. "I
thought you could do your homework here. Sorry I can't hang out, but I've
got a bunch of work I need to get back to. Help yourself to anything in the
fridge, and if you need me, I'll just be back in my office. You remember
where that is?"


"Yes, Uncle Brock. I don't have much homework. Is it OK if I watch TV after
I'm done?"


"Of course. I'll see you in a little bit."


I turned and walked down the hall to my office. Step 1 went well. I left
the door ajar and returned to my desk, turning off my headphones so that
the sounds of the fucking in my videos could be heard out loud. I quickly
became engrossed in editing one of my legal videos. It was a special video
as the boy had only turned 18 three days before, and I had three men more
than twice his age giving him the birthday present of a raw gangbang.


"Uncle Brock?"


I jumped as I heard Quentin enter the room. I didn't bother to stop the
video. I just turned the volume down a bit.


"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I just couldn't figure out how to turn
on the TV."


"Oh, let me show you." As I stood, I could see Quentin sneaking peaks at
the action on my monitor. However, he quickly became distracted by the
stiffy I was hefting around after watching the video. His eyes never left
my package until I turned. I could feel his eyes laser focused on my ass as
I walked back out to the living room.


"I tried a couple of the remotes, but I couldn't get anything to show up."


"No problem. Here, you just press power on this one," I demonstrated. "And
then press Home on this one." As I pressed the final button, my huge TV
screen was filled with the frozen image of me sinking my thick cock into a
boy out by my pool. Step 2.


Quentin made some sort of gurgling sound as his eyes widened.


"Is that you, Uncle Brock?"


"Sorry, kiddo. I forgot that I was watching that." I wasn't turning it off
but letting Quentin take in the sight.


"That's OK," he said. "But that's you, right?"


"Yes, it is. It's a video I filmed a few months ago."


"Filmed? Uncle Brock, do you make porn?"


"You know what porn is?"


"Yeah." He blushed and looked down at the floor. "Sometimes I watch my
stepdad's porn. I like it. Except most of it has girls in it."


"That's not my favorite either, Q. But to answer your question, yeah,
that's my job. I make porn."


"Does Dad know?"


"Of course. Your Dad loves porn."


"Does he like this kind of porn?" he asked, nodding to the TV.


"Yeah, he sure does."


"Can I, maybe, watch a little?"


"Are you sure you want to?"


"Yes, I'm sure."


"OK. Why don't you sit down." Once he had taken a seat on the couch, I sat
beside him and lifted the remote to hit play. Immediately the sounds of my
grunts and the boy's moans of pleasure filled the room. I was ramming my
cock into the boy hard, and you could almost see tears in his eyes. I
remembered the feel of his tight hole sliding up and down my pole. My
erection went to full mast quickly, which caught Quentin's eye as he was
openly rubbing at his crotch.


"I wish I was old enough to do that," he said after a moment.


"To do what?" I asked.


"To be in a porno. Ever since I saw my first one, I've wanted to do it."


"Who says you can't be in a porno? There are all kinds of different types
of porn. There is the kind where you have to be 18. That's the kind that
everyone can see. But then there are pornos that boys under 18 can be in,
but those can only be seen by special people."


"Really?"


"Yeah. I make those kinds of porno, too. Actually, the boy in this one is
only 15."


"Really?" He was wide-eyed, looking at the screen intently.


"Do you really want to be in one?"


"I do. I do."


"OK. But I'm the only man here. Would you want to make one with me now?"


"Yeah. That would be great! You're so sexy, Uncle Brock." I wasn't going to
let this opportunity pass. This was progressing faster than I ever thought
it would. I was expecting a slow burn.


"Give me a minute. I need to go grab my camera so we can film this. While
I'm gone, why don't you ditch your clothes and get naked."


When I returned, Quentin was standing in front of the couch naked as the
day he was born. His skin practically glowed as he beamed at me,
unselfconsciously pulling at his small dick. I took a moment to snap a
quick shot of him in all his glory on my phone. I then sent it to David
with the message, "I'm about to fuck your son. I think our plan worked."


I quickly set up the tripod with the camera, focusing it on the couch.


"OK, Quentin, take a seat." Once he had, I joined him, sitting close to his
warm, young, sexy body.


I turned to the camera and, addressing it, said, "This is my nephew
Quentin, and this is the first time we're going to play. Tell everyone how
old you are and what grade you're in."


"I'm 13, and I'm in the eighth grade."


"And Quentin, what are you most looking forward to today?"


"I'm not sure. Can I say all of it? I really like that other people are
gonna be able to watch this."


"You're a little exhibitionist, aren't you?"


"Yep!"


"OK. A couple more questions. Have you ever kissed a man?"


"No." I heard the hesitation in his voice that piqued my interest.


"Have you ever felt a grown man's cock in your hand?"


This time he responded with a small nod.


"It's OK, Quentin. Who was it?"


"I don't want to say. He told me not to tell."


"You can tell me. He won't get in any trouble."


"If you're sure. It was Mike."


It took me a moment to process who he meant.


"You mean your stepdad Mike?"


"Yeah."


"When did this happen?"


"A couple of months ago. Mom was all weird about me being gay, so Mike said
he was going to take me on a camping trip to toughen me up. I really didn't
want to go. But when we got there, it was this really nice cabin. And then
he told me that he thought it was great that I was gay and that it meant we
could have all kinds of fun now."


"Really, and did you have fun?"


"Yeah. He showed me all kinds of things we could do."


"Did he show you his cock?"


"Yep. He took it out and showed me how to stroke it."


"Was that all?"


"No."


"Did he teach you to suck his dick?"


"Yes. That was really cool. He said I was a natural. I was able to get
almost to the base. And it tasted really good."


"Did he eat your ass?"


"Yeah. that felt so good, and then he put a finger up my butt. He kept
pushing it in and out, and then he did it with two and then three fingers."


I was beginning to leak a copious amount of pre-cum.


"And then he fucked you?"


"Uh-huh. It hurt at first, but then it felt so good. And then he came
inside me. He said he couldn't resist because I was so sexy."


"You are sexy. I've always thought so. And I know your Dad thinks you're
sexy as well. You give both of us hard-ons. Do you want to see it?"


Quentin nodded vigorously as I pulled down the front of my shorts. My 8
inches popped free, swinging in the air. The poor kid was hypnotized by the
length and girth.


"You're a lot bigger than Mike."


"I'm sure you can take it. Why don't you show me what he taught you?"


Quentin shifted on the couch and tentatively reached out to grab my
cock. His small hand wrapped around my shaft, slowly stroking me up and
down. His eyes were locked on the head of my dick, watching as strings of
pre-cum leaked out.


"It's OK, boy. You can put it in your mouth if you want to."


"Really?"


The look of joy on his face filled my heart. Not only was I going to have a
good time, but I was giving my nephew something he so desperately wanted. I
motioned with my hand for him to come closer. He quickly shifted up the
couch and leaned forward, sticking his tongue to play with the slit.


"That's so good, Q. Lick the head." He was an obedient kid and began to
treat my cock like his favorite lollipop, wrapping his tongue around my
shaft, licking up and down. I was in heaven.


"OK, now put it in your mouth." He did as he was told and began to bob up
and down. He was a natural. With each down stroke, he could take more and
more down his throat. He increased his speed, and I grabbed a handful of
his hair to push harder against the back of his throat."


"You can do it cunt-boy. I know you can." He began choking, but he was a
trooper, never stopping until I could finally feel his plump lips in my
short and curlies. I held him there momentarily before releasing him to let
him come up for some air. "Good boy."


A broad smile spread across his face. His joy and lust were palpable. After
gulping some air, he dove back onto my dick, drool dripping from his mouth,
making the blow job nice and sloppy. He continued for a few more minutes,
the pleasure building in my balls. I tapped the side of his face to get his
attention.


"Back off, Buddy. I don't want to cum yet. Turn around. I want to see that
boy hole." He let go of my cock, which bobbed in the air in need. Quentin
scrambled around on the couch, presenting me with his luscious ass. I
leaned forward, grabbing a cheek in each hand and spreading them apart. His
hole was a tight rosebud. It was going to feel so good to breach it.


I dipped my head, my tongue taking a swipe through his crack.


"Uncle Brock, that feels so good!"


"Yeah? You like that? You're going to love this." I stiffened my tongue and
poked at his hole, pushing as far as possible. Quentin let out a deep moan
of pleasure. I kept alternating swipes across his boy-cunt with exploring
deeper into his pucker until his ass was a wet mess. I sucked on one of my
fingers to get it good and wet.


"I'm going to fuck you with my finger, Bud."


"OK. Go ahead. I'm ready."


"I bet you are."


I pressed against his hole, which slowly gave away under pressure, my
finger slipping into the velvety warmth. I pulled back and pushed back in
over and over again, listening to the music of his whimpers. Once I felt he
had loosened up a bit, I added another finger. Both entered smoothly
without a sound of distress from Quentin.


"You're doing great. Does that feel good?"


"Oh, Uncle Brock, it's so good."


"Do you want another finger?" I asked.


"No," he answered. "Put your cock in me. Please. I want you to fuck me."


I was nothing if not accommodating. I got up on my knees after reaching
into a drawer in my coffee table to retrieve some lube. I wanted this to be
as good as possible for the boy. I didn't get a chance to pop his cherry,
but I wanted this to be a happy memory. I slicked up my shaft and lined up
the head with his hole.


"I'm going to go slow, kiddo. OK?"


"Not too slow. I really need to get fucked. Mike hasn't fucked me in a
week."


I began to push, and my cock slowly breached him. Once my head was all the
way in, I let out an involuntary groan. He felt so fucking good. So much
better than any other random boy I'd fucked. Quinten and I were made of the
same blood. We had a connection I could never have with anyone else. I'd
been wanting this for so long.


I slid further in, feeling him open to my girth. Further and further, I
pushed until I was fully in, my pubes rubbing against his ass.


"Please, Uncle Brock. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."


I pulled back out halfway and slammed back into him. I heard his breath
catch, but he didn't ask me to stop. I pulled out again, even farther, and
rammed his ass again. This time he moaned in pleasure. I picked up my speed
until I pulled far enough out so that only my head was inside him. I
groaned as I slid back in. This was so good. He was so tight and warm. I
slammed again and again, listening to his whimpers and his words of
encouragement.


The pressure was building in my sac, and I knew I only had a few seconds
left. I swiftly pulled out all the way to Quentin's displeasure.


"Get on your knees on the floor and open your mouth. Stick out your
tongue," I commanded as I continued to fist my cock. He was as obedient as
ever and quickly got into position.


"I'm going to blow all over your face, kid."


A few more strokes, and I felt my cum unleash. Rope after rope exploded
from my dick and painted Quentin's face white. Some fell on his tongue, and
he greedily swallowed.


"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," I grunted. I hadn't cum this hard in a damn long
time. Slowly the squirts declined, and I was able to catch my breath.


"Don't move, buddy; I want to take a picture." I grabbed my phone from the
table and captured a beautiful shot of my nephew in all his defiled glory.
"I'm going to send this to your Dad, so he knows how much fun we're
having." I sent the pic to David with the caption "Mission Accomplished."


I turned to the camera and said, "OK, guys, Quentin here is going to get
himself cleaned up. Once his Dad gets here, I'll start filming again. We're
going to teach this boy what a spit-roast is."


To be continued