Date: Tue, 02 Nov 2004 01:57:07 +0000 From: Nunaya Bidness Subject: Jeff-and-me Part 1 Disclaimer: This story is not fiction. This story is true. All actors herein are real people with real lives. Names and places have been changed to protect the guilty, and the guilty feel smug. :) (not to mention satisfied) === Jeff (m/t, oral, incest) My name is Mike, and he usual disclaimers don't apply. This is a true situation that happened between my nephew, and me and to this day, I believe that it is one of the hottest things to ever happen in my sex life. I was about 22 at the time. I was working in the D/FW area (Dallas/Fort Worth for those of you not in the know) as a computer technician for an internet startup. My sister had just moved back from Korea where her husband was working for a military contractor for the Korean Air Force. She gave me a call one day and told me that against their wishes, Her husband's company was relocating them to the D/FW area. She had always hated Texas, and complained about it whenever I saw her. We agreed to meet up at a local coffee house to catch up on old times and renew that sibling bond. I was sitting there sucking down yet another giant sized coffee when I heard my name called out. "Uncle Mike! How you been?!?!?!" I looked up, and there was a completely hot guy standing there. It was my nephew Jeff. It had been almost 6 years since I had seen him, and he had REALLY grown up. The last time I saw him, he was a kid. A cute kid, but a kid nonetheless. Now, he was different.... MUCH different. In place of the little runt I knew and loved was this magnificent 16-year-old young man. He was 6'4 blonde hair, and blue eyes. Thin as a rail, I couldn't see an ounce of fat on his entire body...and believe me, I felt dirty, but I looked anyway! My sister and I talked for a couple of hours, about this and that, about whatever cropped up, and about finding her a new place to live. During this entire conversation, Jeff was involved, eloquent, and lively. God, I had missed him.... He was like my little brother, and we had (for the most part) always gotten along like best friends. When both he and I were younger, we had fooled around. I was 13, and he was 8 at the time. As young ones are wont to do, we started playing a game on his Nintendo. Emotions got high, and wagers were made. First, it was for small amounts of money $1 or $2. Then the stakes rose rapidly into the realm of young libido. Eventually, it turned to "strip video games." At one point, I ended up being the loser one too many times and found myself sucking his pinky-sized uncut boycock. I had felt guilty about that for many years, and had promised myself never to touch him that way ever again. How could I have done such a despicable thing? As I grew older, I discovered that I was, in fact, as gay as the day is long, and I had wondered if I had sub-consciously thrown the games in order to be the lucky loser. For the next couple of years, everything settled into a comfortable rhythm. I went to see my sister, her husband, and Jeff whenever I could. We had a great relationship, all of us. My sister's entire family knew I was gay, and no one cared one bit. In fact, it was a source of joking and fun around the living room and the dinner table. The jests were never hateful, and ALWAYS funny. My brother-in-law and I had both been in the Navy, he was retired, and I had done my 4 and gotten out. He's a great guy, my brother-in-law. One of the best. Well, time passed, and we got closer, Jeff and me. We would occasionally go over to my apartment, and stay the night. Sometimes, he would make comments that would make me think he was open to the idea of experimenting sexually, and I would always ignore them. I was trying my best to be the "good gay uncle". That, and I was terrified of what might happen if I did give in to the temptation. A couple of years later, Jeff came over to stay on one of his regular visits. He had turned 18 about 3 weeks before, and was starting to feel his oats. My older brother was staying with me at the time, and was using the couch as his temporary abode. That meant Jeff would have to share my bed. He had shared my bed many times, and nothing had happened, so I thought nothing of it. The three of us sat around in the living room for hours...joking, watching TV and laughing. Jeff had grown up a lot by then. He was 6'4", with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slender build. We looked a lot alike, and we shared the 'family face'. I was, however, shorter at 6'0", have brown hair, green eyes, and a wider build. (Some might call it a swimmers build, but I'm not that much of a swimmer.) Eventually, it got to be late, and my brother had to go to work in the morning, so Jeff and I retired to my room. We continued talking and having a good time. My bedroom was the master bedroom, so it had its' own bathroom. As we had been drinking beers for a while, the piss was flowing pretty freely, so every 15 minutes or so one of us had to use the pisser. As the night continued, the talk turned to sex. I was getting to be a bit drunk (and maybe just a touch stoned, but I'm not telling), and started ribbing Jeff about not having a girlfriend. He started giving me crap about not having a boyfriend. One time, he came out of the bathroom with his cock in his hand, saying, "you know you want this". I looked down to see a perfect uncut cock about 4 inches soft, and the head just poking out of the skin. Oh, how I did want it. But NO! "Put that away, Jeff! I'm your uncle for gods sake!" He tucked it back in his pants and we went on having fun. Later, he went back to the bathroom, and when he came out he was again shaking his now considerably firmer cock in his hand. I'll never forget what happened next. Jeff said, "You know you want it. Give it a little kiss". By this time I was drunk enough to say the first thing to come to mind, so I said, "If you don't put that away, I'll take care of it for you!" only a little less than half jokingly. Again, he put it away, and we went back to our conversation. I put on some music to try to steer the discussion into music, and away from sex. Little did I know at the time that it wouldn't work the way I had planned. The night wore on, and we were still flapping our jaws like there was no tomorrow. For a while we talked about music, then sports, and finally the talk returned to sex. He asked me what it was like to have sex with a man, and I slipped and ended up talking about my love for sucking cock. I love giving blowjobs. My little soliloquy went something like this: "If I could pick only one sex position for the rest of my life, it would be me on my knees, with a hard cock in my mouth, and hands on the back of my head pulling me forward. I love the moment my gag reflex kicks in. I love the way a semi-hard cock feels as it grows to full erection on my tongue. I love the feeling of steel hard man-meat pressing into my throat as it starts to spit cum. Pre-cum to me tastes like salty honey, and is sweet nectar that draws me like a bee to jasmine. I could lick a guy's nut sack all day, and suck his balls all the next day. Cut or uncut, big balls or small, thin or thick (especially thick), I love the feel of man meat in my face. I just don't swallow...ever." (It all felt so Shakespearean at the time.) I told this all to Jeff as we sat there on the edge of my bed. I blushed when I had finished my rant, and as soon as my breath had run out, I wished I could un-say the words I had left hanging in the air between us. "Sorry, man," I said. "I should shut up." "Prove it!" he said quietly, standing up. He unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his once again rising cock. I sat there, dreamlike, while he was shaking it at me. "Kiss my cock, uncle Mike." I couldn't believe it. Here was my gorgeous 18-year-old nephew shaking his cock at me and telling me to kiss it. I paused a moment..."you really want me to?" "Go for it" he said, "I want to know if you guys are really better at sucking cock." Then he dropped his pants the rest of the way. His half-hard cock hung there framed by dark blonde pubes. The skin was completely covering the head now, and poked out in a little pucker. I reached out and touched it. As I rubbed it, it sprang to what I thought was a full erection in my hand. He had grown up in a lot of ways since our earlier experiments. I was staring at his cock as it reached what I thought was a full 6.5 inches. I slid from my bed and dropped to my knees in front of him. "You asked for it," I said, as lust filled my brain. I jacked him for a few moments, the skin sliding back from the head, and then covering it again, I was transfixed by the sight. My cock is cut, and this was the most erotic thing in the world to me. Iron hard and yet silky smooth, it flowed under the liquid motions of my oh-so-lucky hand. He started juicing out precum and a lot of it. The diamond-like drops slipped down the head and shaft of his cock and over my thumb. Not wanting to get it on my carpet, I licked it off with my tongue. "Oh yeah...that feels great..." Feeling encouraged, I kissed the head of his cock with soft full lips. He moaned... I pulled the skin of his cock back to expose the head, and moved in with my tongue to suck more of his honey. As I was licking his swollen helmet, I pulled his extra skin over my tongue and licked around inside the pocket of foreskin. He turned around and sat back down on the bed spreading his legs. I am an inveterate cocksucker, and will suck any cock anytime, so this was like an invitation to dinner for me. I opened my mouth and consumed the first few inches of his cock. While I hadn't been paying attention, it had grown into a monster of a cock. Not that long, maybe about 7.5 inches, but thick enough that my jaw ached from the strain of trying to hold it in my mouth. The head was spongy, as I licked the piss slit, and the head was flared out enough to catch on my lips. Jeff's hands came down and his fingers ran through my hair as he grabbed the back of my head and forced ever more of his cock into my lustful mouth. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. This was so hot I couldn't contain my cock any longer. I unzipped my pants, pulled out my thinner and cut cock, and started stroking it. It was weird. They were the same length, but his was my fantasy cock. Thick, uncut, and beautiful in its' fullness. He continued thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth slowly, but with insistence. I held it at the base with my other hand pulling the skin up and over the head so I could swipe my tongue around it, and feel the skin. He kept thrusting it deeper in my mouth to the point where I thought I would gag. When he did hit my gag reflex for real, my mouth, tongue, and throat all spasmed simultaneously, allowing me to take more of his rock hard manhood into me. He started talking dirty to me. "Suck that big cock...yeah, you know you want it. Oh yeah, suck my cock you faggot whore. I'm going to make you my bitch." I was shocked, but I loved it at the same time. This was a fantasy come true. I could feel the flared head of his cock rubbing my tonsils when he thrust home. When he pulled back I would rub my tongue around his head, and swirl it. His precum was copious and sweeter than any other I had tasted before or since. I milked him for every bit of the juice I could manage to coax out of his fuckstick. I pulled off his dick for a minute, and started licking his balls. This made him giggle, and he told me to stop doing that and to get back to his cock. Not being one to argue with logic, I went back to work on his man-hood and his manhood. I pulled back on his dick and swabbed my tongue around the beautiful spongy-soft-hard and flared head of his meat. I reached up and grasped the base of his nutsack with the thumb and middle finger of my right hand as I steadied myself against the edge of the bed with my left. With my index finger, I massaged his 'taint' (medically, it's the perineum, but it's called the 'taint' because it ain't the front and it ain't the back). Jeff moaned lustfully and pressed his hips into my nose as I rubbed and sucked him. After ten or fifteen minutes of this, he started thrusting faster and faster. He gripped my head with ferocity as Jeff thrust his hard cock in and out of my suctioning lips. As he thrust harder into me, I got harder in my hand. He continued to run his fingers through my hair calling me his slut, and his bitch. The more he said, the hotter I got. I was constantly on the edge of exploding. His balls started to pull up between my fingers, and I expected what would happen next. With a single thrust, Jeff pushed himself into my esophagus, choking off my air. Moaning a great moan, he exploded on the back my tongue and down my throat filling my throat and coating the inside my mouth with cum. His cum was so sweet I could not help myself. I started swallowing greedily, breaking the last of my taboos. He came more profusely than I had ever experienced before. He filled me to capacity with his seed. As Jeff shot his wad, I blew my load all over the edge of the bed. It was incredible. His gasps and groans were music to me, sending me to the stars with love. Finally, he relaxed and fell as limp as a rag doll on my bed. I continued to suckle gently at his cock. Loving the feel of his cock as it deflated in my mouth, I didn't want him to pull out. I wished this moment would never end. I let his generous manhood slip out of my mouth. I crawled up beside him on the bed, and collapsed, exhausted. "That was the best thing ever," he said breathlessly. "I agree," I gasped. At this point, he reached his arm under my neck and pulled me over onto my side. Jeff moved closer to me and kissed me. Not a family kiss, but a deep French kiss. He moved his tongue inside my mouth, and I battled his advances with my tongue. Eventually, we parted, and he whispered to me "I think this is the start of a great relationship" I snuggled closer to him, and said "Any time you want me, I'm yours." === If you like this story, let me know. I have more stories, all hot, and all true. 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