Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2024 16:50:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Martin Subject: FEEL SOME SKIN (MM, anal sex, family) This is an original story (M/M, Adult Friends, Oral and Anal Sex) based on a real situation and real people. Sadly, the sex is just wishful thinking and pure fiction. If you like my stories, please consider contributing to Nifty. https://donate.nifty.org/ Help them keep these stories alive. ---------------------------------- FEEL SOME SKIN "I'm not a babysitter." "He's not a baby," my brother countered. "I just need you to take him with you when you go to mom and dad's." "I'm not a chauffeur," I grunted. "He has his permit. He can help with the drive. You are already headed out there... and he is your nephew. It shouldn't be a big deal." It shouldn't be a big deal, but it was. My roommate had been hosting his parents for the past two weeks and I had somehow given up my room to them and was sleeping on the couch. I had no privacy at home, and I was hoping to have some on the drive east. "If it's no big deal, then why are you sending him away for the summer?" My older brother paused and sighed before he answered. "We just need a break, bro. He's at that age... you know? Hormones make him crazy, and he keeps getting in trouble at school." "What kind of trouble?" Well, he got caught sneaking into the girls' locker room..." "That sounds like the kind of shit I used to do." "Exactly," he agreed. "You two are peas in a pod. That's why I'm asking you for a favor." "School is out now, so why send him away?" He shook his head. "Sue is losing it. His room always smells like spooge, and she keeps finding sticky towels under his bed." I laughed as I pictured my brother and his wife, dodging the teenage landmines, and I remembered the times that my brother accidentally stepped on a few of mine. "Stay out of his room." I offered. "Sue can't help herself. She's worried about him. She even made me check the search history on his computer... I know, that's a douche move. But the stuff he is surfing... There is some crazy shit." "Crazy? Like what?" I asked, imaging BDSM, granny porn, or snuff films. "I expected boob sites, but... he's watching everything! Straight, gay... I'm just worried about him." "Are you worried he might be gay?" I asked. "Would that be a big deal?" "No... I mean... I guess not," he agreed, "but he is locked in his room, on that damn computer, from the time he gets up in the morning till he goes to sleep at night. I'm pretty sure he is beating off that whole time. I mean... that can't be healthy." In my nephew's case, a real sex life was probably not going to happen for at least a couple years. He had just started high school and his parents were watching him like prison guards. My situation could be described as self-imposed. I split my time between the west coast, at our head office, and the Midwest, where the manufacturing plants were located, and conveniently also where my parents lived. That would have been fine, but to save money I had a roommate on the coast, and I stayed at my parent's house when I was out there. Both situations kept my expenses down, but they also chilled out my sex life. I had no social life and all the women at work were either married, or as old as my mom. There was once a male friend at work who offered to give me a blowjob after a company Christmas party. I very graciously accepted, and would have happily gone back for more, but he changed jobs and left town not long after that. So, I could relate to my nephew. My right hand was admittedly a poor substitute for real sex, but it was usually available and willing. Though over the past few weeks I had no opportunity. I had very little privacy at home and a full-time job that probably would not approve of me doing it during work hours. My brother decided that my upcoming trip to the family farm was a solution to an entire summer managing the figurative, and literal, flood of over-active teenage hormones. The family farm was isolated, with shitty Internet, and a miles long hike to the nearest town. My nephew would have to channel his urges into something more productive. Or at least that's what my brother thought. I knew he was wrong. I was pretty sure my nephew would still be beating off. Hell, I would be beating off. I just hoped we could each find some privacy to do it. My brother was going to send my nephew, whether I gave him a ride or not, so I finally gave in. "Fine! He can come with me." "Thanks dude! I would have to put him on a bus, but I don't even want to think about what kind of trouble he would get into on his own." That settled, a few days later I stopped at my brother's house on my way out of town. As my brother helped him carry his bags to the car, my nephew looked like a prisoner being marched to the gallows. "Hey Unc," he grunted, acknowledging me as he climbed into the passenger seat. "Hey buddy... Welcome to the road trip from hell!" After throwing the bags in the backseat, my brother popped his head in the window. "Thanks bro. I really don't know how to thank you for this." "It's not a done deal yet," I offered. "We may kill each other before we get there." "That's the spirit!" He crowed, pulling back, and patting the hood of the car. Then, to my nephew, "Have a good trip... and don't piss off your uncle... or your grandparents." We got about an hour into the drive before the prisoner started complaining. "This totally sucks!" "For you or for me?" I asked. He shrugged and actually grinned. "Probably both of us. I mean, it's not your fault they're making me go to the farm. And you can't help being a boring old fart." "First," I countered, "don't ever dare me to fart. You'll regret that. Second... I'm not that old. And third... okay... maybe I am boring." "You probably can't even remember what it was like being my age?" "It wasn't that long ago," I reminded him. "I do remember, and I got some real bad news for you. It doesn't get a whole lot better when you get older." "Except you can have sex whenever you want." He grumbled. I laughed out loud. "Good luck with that." "What?" He sounded confused. "Well, for starters, you need someone else who is willing." "That isn't hard... is it?" He asked, sounding less certain. I shrugged. "It could just be me kid. With all the travel I do, I know I haven't had much luck." "Well, fuck! I just assumed it got easier." "Different obstacles, I think. I guess at least I don't have my parents breathing down my neck." "Except for when you're staying at gram's house." "Well shit... that is true. Thanks for reminding me." We drove in silence for a while, and I kept noticing my nephew craning his neck to look inside some of the cars, as we passed. "Did you ever see someone in another car, getting a blowjob?" "Yeah, a couple times." I admitted with a laugh. "Some lucky dude getting his knob polished while he's cruising down the road." "That must be so hot!" He groaned. "You ever had it done to you?" "Why? Are you offering?" I said it as a joke, but I instantly regretted it. "I used to have a buddy... when I was in middle school... We would play grab ass in the woods behind the house. It was stupid really, but we'd get naked and run around in our skins. We never did anything else, but..." "But you sometimes wish you did?" I asked. "Sort of," he admitted. "That wouldn't be so bad. Would it?" I shook my head. "No, that wouldn't be so bad. Grownups always try to make kids feel bad about shit like that, but they shouldn't." "Did you ever... you know... fool around with another guy?" I thought about some of the games I played as a kid, but then I thought about the guy from work. "Yeah... and it wasn't even that long ago. Someone from work." "No shit?" I could see that I had piqued his interest. "What happened?" "I probably shouldn't say..." I shrugged. "Not much. I mean... we were both drunk. I let him blow me, but... it was nice." "Just once?" "Oh... um... yeah. He moved away not long after that." "It didn't freak you out, doing it with a guy?" "Not really," I admitted. "It was just sex. It felt good. I didn't really make the distinction." "Would you have done it again," he questioned, "if he was still around?" "Maybe." I shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose so." "Would you have tried more than that? More than having him blow you." "Like what?" He clarified. "Would you have ever returned the favor... or maybe tried... you know, butt sex." "Interesting question." I admitted. "I don't really know... maybe." "Hmm." He grunted. "I guess you're not as boring as I thought." We both chuckled and settled into the drive, mostly silent until we had pulled into a rest stop, and he offered to drive. I had been behind the wheel for several hours. "Works for me," I said, handing him the keys. He actually did a good job of driving, and I was able to relax and even nod off for a stretch. By the time I opened my eyes again it was starting to get dark. Still groggy from my nap, I asked, "Are you doing okay, or do you need me to take over?" "I'm good," he answered. "But I think there may be something wrong with the car. It sounds funny." I immediately refocused and I could hear a high-pitched whine. "Shit! We better find a service station." Luckily we were getting close to a town. There were a few gas stations at the exit, but only one of them looked like it had a garage, so I had him pull in there. Two guys were kicking back in the office, but I was able to get them to come out and take a look at the car. Almost simultaneously they both said, "Water pumps going out." "Is that something you can fix?" I asked. "Not tonight," one of them told me. "We need to get the pump from the supplier. They won't be open until Monday." It was Saturday. "Shit..." Then accepting my fate, "Can you recommend a place for dinner?" Leaving the car at the gas station, we walked to a local greasy spoon and had a reasonably tasty meal. Not too far from there was a small motel. It looked clean and well kept. I rented a double with twin beds. We had no sooner walked through the door when my nephew said, "I feel grungy. I'm taking a shower." "Good plan," I told him, knowing I would be following right after. He finished quickly and came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. "All yours," he told me. As I washed off the scum of a long day of driving, I kept thinking about the conversation in the car. I hadn't thought much about the blowjob from my friend, but now I couldn't shake it. Especially as I considered what I might have been willing to try, given the time and opportunity. My dick even puffed up a bit, and I had to will it back down before I could leave the bathroom. I expected my nephew would be in bed or at least partially clothed, but when I came out of the bathroom, he was stretched out on a bed, buck naked. There was no way to ignore the soft but impressive prick between his legs. His mom's brothers were both big guys. So, while Buddy was built a lot like me and his dad, apparently he got his dick from that side of the family. "What are you up to, you little shithead?" I asked. He was grinning. "Not really sure," he answered, with a smirk. "I haven't tried measuring it." "Your dad is right," I said, shaking my head. "You are out of control." "Why?" He asked, sounding offended. "Because I'm tired of beating off and I want to do the real thing?" "No, because you're a kid... and you're supposed to be frustrated. It comes with the territory." I grunted, "I mean, I get it. I know what it's like." "So, what do you say?" He asked and nodded toward his lap. "Geez kid! Please put that thing away before you hurt somebody!" He was smiling. "I won't hurt you. I promise I'll be really gentle." "What do you think we'll be doing where you need to be gentle?" I inquired, actually curious about what he was thinking. "Well... I know what I'd like to do... but I'd be happy with anything. And you said it shouldn't be a big deal." "What?" Then I remembered the discussion about trying stuff as a kid. "I meant with another kid... I'm your uncle... and your dad would go fucking ballistic." "Well, he's not here," he growled. "And he's the one who sent me away... So, I don't think he gets to have an opinion." I shook my head. "I guess I can see what your parents are talking about." "Why?" He asked, sounding hurt again. "What are they saying?" "They're just worried about you," I said, trying to soften the blow. They think you're so fixated on sex you might do something stupid." "I'm not going to rape some girl! I'm not even hitting on anyone. I'm too scared of getting a girl pregnant." "Well, at least you're smart about that," I acknowledged. "But I am going crazy!" He insisted. "I even started looking at gay porn... Dad found out and I know it's freaking him out." "So, you just look at it? You weren't trying to... you know... make it happen?" He laughed. "Well, my friends would kick my ass if they found out," he answered. "And none of them would be willing anyway. And I don't want get a disease from some stranger." "Also smart," I grunted. "Yeah, I guess this shit's not easy." "But it could be," he said cryptically. "Huh? How so?" "Well, you fooled around with a dude... and you said you would have been willing to do more." He reminded me. "I know I'd be willing to try some stuff. Shit... I'm dying to try some stuff." "Buddy... I'm your uncle." "Here's the thing," he started, like he was getting ready to educate me. "I trust you... and you would never do anything to hurt me." "That's absolutely right," I agreed, thinking that ended the debate. "And we're both wishing we had more sex. Well... you wish you had more. I wish I had any." I knew there was no way I could do something like that with my nephew, so I hated that what he was saying was actually making sense. "If you're afraid I might fall in love with you, don't worry about it. You're way too old." He chuckled. "And I'm just looking to pound some hole." "Quit saying I'm old?" I laughed. "And why do you think I'd be willing to be your hole?" He shrugged. "I guess I'm just hoping." "Well... fuck me." I mumbled, in exasperation. "Really?" "No! I... um... shit... That's not what I meant." I took a deep breath. "Are you being serious?" "Having sex is all I ever think about. I mean, I tried sticking my dick between my mattresses, I even tried to fuck a cantaloupe once. That was messy... I just want to feel some real skin, with a real person." I felt for him, and I even shared his frustration. "Are you sure you could even handle it?" "What do you mean?" "I mean... all of it." I tried to explain. "Having your first real sex... with a guy... and to make it even worse, with your uncle. You don't think that would mess you up?" "I can't get more messed up than I am now," he answered. "I love you... but not like I'm 'in love' with you. I trust you and... I know you won't make me feel guilty, you know... if I'm not any good at it." I had been worried that he could be permanently emotionally scarred by the experience, but his only concern was performance. "Look... I never tried anything... like... you know... up my ass," I told him. "I don't even know if I could." "You won't know unless you try." "Well... we'd have to go really slow, and you might need to stop." "Wait..." he gasped. "Are you saying we can try it? I mean... sure... if I have to stop... I will." I had to laugh at his surprise and enthusiasm. His dick, which had softened while we were debating the plan, shot back up to almost fully hard, which reminded me I needed to take that really seriously. I honestly had no idea if I could make it work. "I need to be in control... and if I decide to stop, that's just how it goes... you got it?" He nodded. "I got it." "We need something for lube," I said, reluctant to reach for the bag with my tube of Vaseline. Buddy saved my dignity by quickly pulling out his own jar, which shouldn't have surprised me. "Can you lube me up?" He asked, as he handed me the jar. I was surprised at first, but I could see that he really just wanted to have someone touch him for the first time. "Yeah, I can do that," I answered, feeling a shiver of excitement at the prospect. I scooped some gel from the jar and then reached for the prize. As I stroked the lube along the length of his shaft, I felt a soft tremor run up my spine. He was only about an inch longer than me, but much thicker, and I was about to let him try shoving this formidable weapon up my virgin poop chute, but I still had to chuckle. "What's so funny?" "If you think your dad has a problem with you now, just don't let him know how big your dick is." "How come?" "Buddy, I love your dad, but he has a precarious hold on his self-esteem. He already feels like a shrimp around your mom's brothers. This would probably be enough to destroy him permanently." He nodded. "Okay. It can be our secret." I laughed again. "By the time we are done here, we will have a bunch of secrets to keep. The size of your cock might be the least of them." "Okay, but... you better stop what you're doing or I'm going to cum..." It suddenly dawned on me that I had been stroking my nephew the whole time we had been talking. I was still reluctant to let it go, but I released my grip and sat back, he smiled at me. "Thanks for doing this... You don't know how bad I want it." "I probably do. I felt the same way when I was your age. I guess I still do. I mean... I'm probably as anxious to try this as you are." "Really?" "Yeah... I don't know why. I never even played around back there, but I'm curious." Reaching for the lube jar, he asked, "Is it okay if I get you ready?" As much lube as I had put on his cock, I didn't need any on me, but this was also about the experience of touching me. The lube was just an excuse to do it. "Yeah, I'd like that." His Vaseline slicked fingers first played at my pucker, but then began easing inside of me. The first two went in fairly easily, and actually felt nice as they slipped into my hole. The third finger made me wince, a little, but it didn't hurt. It just surprised me. "It's really tight," he sighed as he worked his fingers in my hole. He was right about that, and that was almost enough to make me reconsider trying this, but then he added, "Man... I can't wait to do it." "Lie on your side," I quickly instructed him. Then I positioned myself in front of him and eased back until I felt the press of his dick at my butt cheeks. "What the fuck am I doing?" I thought to myself, as I pressed back and let his cock knob seat at the breach of my sphincter. I knew I was nervous, and I felt a soft shaking that I at first assumed was me, but then I realized my nephew was trembling. "Are you okay?" I asked, almost afraid that we should stop what we were trying. "Yeah..." he gasped. "I just... I want this so bad... thank you..." Well shit. I guess there was no stopping now. I added some pressure and his knob pushed against the tight ring of muscle. I was slight, but I could feel my anus gradually easing open. I still had a long way to go, but I was starting to think it could actually work. At one point it felt like my hole was relaxing enough for me to make some real progress, and I foolishly tested that by pushing harder against Buddy. The head of his cock breached the tight muscle and I immediately figured out I was not nearly as relaxed as I had thought. I felt a sharp pain that made me gasp and I had no choice but to pull away. "Fuck..." I grunted, instantly feeling relief once his prick was no longer lodged up my shitter. "I'm so sorry!" Buddy whimpered. "I never meant to hurt you." "No..." I tried to soothe his fears. "It wasn't your fault." Buddy had been as still as a statue through the whole process. "The mistake was entirely mine. I just went too fast." "Do we... need to stop?" From the tension of his body and the tone of his voice, I could tell it was killing him to even offer that as an option. "Um... I don't think so," I assured him. "I just need a second to recover... Then we can try again." I could feel his body relax again and we lay like that for a couple minutes, while I recovered my courage. Then, still nervous but determined, I pressed against him again. The pause had been the right call. I knew his dick could go in, but now I was better prepared for it, and as it began to stretch me open again, I actually felt my ass make it less complicated. The muscle almost immediately relaxed, and the knob of his cock popped in with almost no discomfort. That's not the same as saying I didn't notice it. It felt like I was trying to birth a baby, in the wrong direction. Surprisingly, it was not altogether unpleasant. Buddy was breathing rapidly, and I patted his leg to try and calm him down. "It's okay Buddy... I'm okay." "It feels... it's so..." His breathing slowed but I could tell he was excited. "Does it hurt?" "No!" I quickly assured him, but then answered honestly, "Well, not much... not anymore. But it does take some getting used to." "Should I pull out?" "NO!" I was even surprised at how quickly I reacted. "Just let me take my time." I didn't take very long. I pressed back, and he slipped deeper. I was tensed for it to hurt again, but it didn't. So, I pulled away, back to where only the head was still lodged inside me, then I pushed back, taking him even deeper. It actually seemed that the deeper he went, the better it felt, so I just kept going until I felt his stomach pressed tight against my back. I'm not sure how long we stayed like that. I felt stuffed but I kind of liked it, and apparently Buddy liked it too, but he wanted more. "Can I move now?" He asked. "Oh..." I had to shake myself out of a stupor. "Yeah Buddy... you can move. Just go slow." Buddy began to shift his hips, and his cock began to stroke through me. In and out, almost its full length. I felt no pain at all, but I felt a soft flutter on each stroke, and then that got more pronounced, and I realized that each time he pushed into me, my entire body would shiver, and a shock of pleasure would shoot through me. It was like he was jerking me off, through my ass. I don't know any other way to describe it. My dick was rock hard, and I was dripping precum. "Oh my god..." I could hear his voice break. "Are you okay?" I asked. He was holding stock still, but fully buried up my butt. "Unc... thank you so much... for letting me... do this. It's... amazing!" I sighed. "It is pretty amazing." Buddy began to slide through me again. But after only a few strokes he stopped. "Can we change position?" "Um... sure. Are you uncomfortable?" "No. I want to... fuck you... for real," he said. "You know... face to face." "It won't put you off seeing your old uncle... seeing my junk and stuff?" As he repositioned, rolling me to my back and climbing between my spread legs, "First... you're not that old, remember? And second... you got hard because I was fucking you, and... that is really hot." "Yeah, I did," I agreed, "and it is pretty fucking hot." With that, Buddy eased his ample dick inside my ass again. As he refilled me, I realized how much I had missed it, even for the short time it was gone. Then the bolts of pleasure returned as he began to fuck me. I wasn't cumming, at least not yet, but I was experiencing all these intense tremors as his cock rolled over my prostate. Sliding into me, he looked down and saw the expression on my face. He smiled. "Does it really feel that good?" I shook my head. "You have no idea... How come no one ever told me it would feel like this? I'm close to cumming." "Cool," he grunted, as he picked up speed. "Me too." For a kid, having sex for the very first time, Buddy showed amazing control. I don't think I could have held off for as long as he did. And, in fact, I didn't. "Fuck... fuck... fuck..." I huffed with each stroke, as my balls pulled tight and I fired off like a shotgun, buckshot spatter roughly painting my chest. Buddy positively glowed when he realized he had made me cum just by fucking me. A few strokes later, his body clenched, and I could feel the soft pulse of his cock shaft, passing a massive load of baby batter into my bowels. His orgasm actually extended my orgasm, and I shivered with each convulsive spasm. Buddy finally fell across me, covering me like a blanket, and bonding us together in the sticky spatter of my ejaculate. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight, wanting to comfort him, but also wanting to keep him inside of me for as long as possible. I had been concerned that having my nephew along for the drive would cut into my solo activities. Now my biggest concern was that what had been the greatest sex of my life, might be a one-time incident. Except, I realized that he was still hard, and I tested that out by lifting my hips slightly, causing his cock to slide deeper into me. Buddy gasped and almost immediately started stroking into me again. "Oh fuck..." I sighed. "Can I go again?" he asked. "It feels too good." "Yeah... please..." Buddy started fucking me again and I looked up at him, suddenly struck by how mature my nephew looked to me. In my mind he had always been just a kid, but now I was watching a fully grown man take what he needed. I had never felt submissive before, but all I wanted was to give it to him. My previously virgin and untested ass now existed only to serve the fat choad that was plowing its depths. Buddy, for his part, had lost all the youthful nervousness from the first time. He was fucking with experience now, watching my reactions and adjusting to get the maximum effect. This round also lasted a lot longer than the first and we experimented by switching up positions. We shifted from missionary, to cowboy, to reverse cowboy, to doggy, and even a few positions I had never heard of. Finally, I was flat on my stomach, my legs spread wide, with Buddy stretched out on top of me, hammering into my ass, on the final sprint to orgasm. "Holy shit, Buddy..." I gasped. "I know you're not in love with me, but I think I may be falling in love with you. If we can keep doing this, I won't be able to help myself." "Does that mean we can do this again?" "Ungh... well maybe... ungh... not today... but yeah, definitely," I grunted between his thrusts. Then I saw that it was 2:00am. We had been fucking for over four hours and it was already the next day. "Okay... ungh... I guess... ugh... we can fuck later today... ungh... but we gotta get some sleep... in there somewhere." "That's all I needed to know," he sighed and took several deep strokes through my guts before slamming in deep and freezing there. That was followed by the soft pulse of his load, filling me to overflowing. Not to be denied, I came for at least the fourth time. It was hard to keep count because it felt like I was cumming most of the time he was fucking me, but this one was confirmed as I felt the warm wet spot grow under my belly. We almost fell asleep like that, both of us physically and emotionally wiped out. But we did eventually peel apart, and Buddy got a warm washcloth to wipe up the trails of my orgasm and the overflow of his. I wanted to keep his load inside me for as long as I could. So, once we had wiped down, we climbed back in bed and quickly fell asleep. My fear that this would be one and done was quickly disproven. I even had to convince Buddy that we needed some food before we did it again. But we scarfed our breakfast and rushed back to the room. Buddy did ask if I wanted to switch places, but after confirming that he was only asking as a courtesy, I told him no. I put the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door, lubed my ass, and we pretty much fucked the day away. We slept like babies all night and on Monday morning the auto shop had the car fixed before we had checked out of the motel. We needed to cover some miles, so we drove all day, taking turns driving, and we managed to reach the farm in time for a late dinner. "I put the foldout in your room," mom told us, "but it occurred to me you two might want some privacy. So, we can move it to the storeroom if that's better..." "No! Keep it like it is!" I don't know if we were simultaneous, but we both had the same reaction. Mom looked confused. "After a couple nights in a motel, I think we just got used to sharing a room." She smiled. "I bet I know what you boys are up to." Buddy and I both cringed to think she was on to us. "You want to spend all night talking about girls!" She accused. "We're just a couple rascals," I admitted with relief. "It's a good thing we live out in the middle of nowhere or you two would be getting in all kinds of trouble. You need to stay away from the girls in town." Buddy assured her. "Don't worry, grams. I promise I can keep him away from the local girls." "Is that true?" She asked, looking at me. "What about you?" I nodded. "Scout's honor mom... I can keep Buddy out of trouble. We will be attached at the hip."