Date: Sat, 4 Mar 2023 18:33:23 +0000
From: "out-cast@hotmail.com" <out-cast@hotmail.com>
Subject: Making him seduce me

Making him seduce me


This is a story about love between a young man and his uncle. All acts
described are consensual, and both participants are of a legal age.

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Tom gets onto the couch next to me, on his knees, facing me.

It is about to happen, then. About time, because I've been working towards
it for ages ...

"Uncle Steven ..."

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you something ..."

"Sure," I reply without looking up from my book, feigning disinterest.

"What is it like to have sex with a man?"

I look up from the book I pretended to read, calmly, as if this is the
most-normal question to ask your uncle. I am not out to my family, but Tom
obviously was aware – just like I have been aware of his sexuality for
at least a year. Gaydar, or something like that.

"Sweaty," I grin my award-winning smile, "often noisy, sometimes painful
– depending on what is happening and how experienced the perpetrators
are ... but it is also always exhilarating and magnificent ... and
addictive."

Tom is my oldest sister Mary's son. They had some sort of almighty bust-up
a couple of days ago, and mother and son needed to be apart for a while to
let the rifts heal. She called me in tears and begged me to let him stay at
mine. For form, I made her work hard before I conceded, but in my heart, I
said `Yes' after her first words.

"He looks up to you, Stevie," she'd argued with me. "You're not that much
older than him, and you can talk at his level. He listens to you."

`He lusts after you' would have been more accurate, but she isn't aware of
that. I gave in to her pleas with faked reluctance, because I want nothing
more than my nephew staying in my little flat. I lust after him too, you
see – he's everything I like in a man: at 17 he's fully-grown but still
young – skinny and long-limbed, like a colt – blond and blue-eyed,
and with the cutest smile in town. I want to fuck him so badly, but I
cannot let that be obvious for fear of becoming the dirty uncle who cannot
keep his hands off his nephew.

Instead of a frontal assault, I have been steering Tom towards an attempt
to seduce me for three days now, and it is bearing fruit. On his knees he
inches a little closer towards me. I put an arm out across his body and
rest my hand on his thigh – the fact my arm lies across him is a sign I
do not want him to come closer, but the position of my hand near his hip
creates ambivalence. Despite my feeble – and pretend – attempt to
restrain him, he moves closer still until his chest is practically touching
my shoulder.

"I'd like to feel what it is like to have sex with another man."

As he moved closer, my forearm brushed his crotch; only briefly, but it was
long enough to establish that he is rock-hard. It would have been a miracle
for him not to be, considering the amount of dichloro-barbital rushing
through his veins.

For those of you who do not have a pharmacology degree, dichloro-barbital,
or DCB, is a psychoactive drug. In the Middle Ages they'd probably have
described it as a love potion. Now we just say that it makes men incredibly
horny. I've been sprinkling a liberal dose of DCB on Tom's dinners and he
has been sporting a hard-on for the past two days, going by his regular
awkward attempts to rearrange the crotch area.

"You should lose your virginity to someone you love, Tom," I mildly
admonish him to show an appropriate level of hesitancy. "Someone closer to
your age, so you can explore the wonders of man-on-man sex together for the
first time ..."

The problem of making him horny is that I needed to steer his interest
towards me, rather than a hunky classmate or even a random man in the
street. It has helped that the weather is crap, providing an excuse to stay
in most of the weekend: two horny men in a small flat, so the pheromones
soon reached saturation levels.

Emboldened perhaps by the fact I am not shocked by his approach, or
laughing at the idea, my nephew suddenly swings a leg around to sit down on
my thighs, facing me. I put my hand on his chest to stop him getting closer
– but my thumb is rubbing his nipple, teasing it, but gentle enough that
I can deny it was anything seductive. His hand drops into my crotch to
examine my package. By exerting Jedi-mindpower, though, I have managed to
stay soft – well, semi-engorged really, but not hard to the touch.

"I love you, Steven," he drops the `uncle' bit, which must be a good sign,
"and you aren't that much older than me."

My hands slide down to his waist, so narrow that it seems I might get my
fingers around it. Tom has the typical Mallory-family build: reed-thin and
all gangly arms and legs like one of those inflatable wavey men they have
at car dealerships. At that age I was just like him, but 8 years of
gym-membership have put some meat on my limbs.

"I am your uncle, Tom ..."

His hands are exploring my shoulders, which is something he has been
dreaming of for ages, I bet. I am proud of my shoulders: not
bodybuilder-width, but solid muscle with nice definition. I've worn
slightly tight t-shirts for the past days so that he could get a good
look. Today, I also put on slightly too short shorts, going barefoot all
day to put as much of my legs on show – my legs are pretty nice too and
what gay man doesn't like the sight of a fit, bare leg?

"You're only 25, and uncle-and-nephew isn't illegal or anything." He
explores my manhood again and finds that I have stopped trying to control
that part of my anatomy. "Don't say you don't want it too, because this
proves you are interested in me."

Relaxing my arms, I allow him to scoot up against me, still ensuring that
it is Tom who takes the initiative – or thinks he is, at least. It is
his mouth that finds mine, his tongue that wriggles its way between my lips
– he's a good kisser; something he's done before, or naturally-gifted?
His arms are around my shoulders, rubbing and probing. When he has `forced'
me into intimacy, I allow my hands to descent to his backside – he's got
a great bubble-but, one that I have been eager to get my hands on since I
first noticed him as a potential sex toy last year.

As soon as I cup his arse, he starts to grind his body against me, his hard
cock pressing into my abs. Through his jeans, I run a finger down his
crack, finding his button and gently probing it. Tom groans happily and
arches his back to improve my access.

"If we are doing this, Tom," I whisper not to spoil the mood, "you must
know that I do not bottom. You understand what I mean?"

"You won't let me fuck you ..."

Another long kiss to ensure the attention remains on intimacy, rather than
the legal details of who does what to whom.

"Indeed ... no anal, no oral, not even between my thighs ..." One arm holds
him tight around his waist, the other plays with his hole. "I'll make sure
you have an orgasm, don't worry about that. But I am a top, exclusively."

That isn't entirely true, I have been fucked at times, usually as a quid
pro quo for a really gorgeous man who will only let me fuck him if he gets
to reciprocate that. I want Tom so much that he might be able to negotiate
such an arrangement too, but he is too young and inexperienced to make
demands like that.

"Okay ..."

What did I tell you?

"Hold on tight ..."

With my hands under his bum, his arms around my neck and his legs around my
waist, I carry him to my bed. Does he notice that lube, towels, and some
toys are already waiting on the bedside table? They've been there since
yesterday, when it became inevitable that he would find his way into my bed
before the end of the weekend.

I lie down on top of him, kissing some more. Now that we are past the point
of no return, there is no urgency anymore – at least not for me, because
I imagine Tom is desperate to get going. I play with his luscious hair as
we kiss, he slides a hand into the back of my shorts, but when his fingers
begin to probe my hole a little too enthusiastically, I have to remind him
that he is not to enter me. I allow him to take off my shirt instead, so
that he can explore my torso without restraint.

"Oh my God!"

My briefs are the last piece of clothing to disappear, after an age of
bodies rubbing against each other, hands exploring and lips working hard to
eat the other's.

"Don't worry, I'll take it slow."

I am a big boy – as a proper Mallory, he isn't small either, but I have
at least 2 inches on him. "I will make sure you are fully open before I
start, and although it will probably hurt a bit in the beginning, you'll
love it once you've had time to get adjusted."

Tom is mesmerised by my cock, both hands on it, his lips around one of my
balls. I manhandle him into a 69 – lying belly-to-belly on top of me, so
that I can begin preparing him ... tongue first, I think. Rimming is not
something I enjoy, but it is part of the expected action, and I want Tom to
come back for more after tonight. I am not in a hurry; pleasant as they
are, his clumsy machinations of my manhood aren't going to push me over the
edge any time soon.

My nephew groans as I probe him with the tip of my tongue, but he squats
lower to spread his cheeks for me invitingly.

Christ, he's tight!

My first virgin, I realise. I've never had the opportunity to open up an
unused hole for the first time. Even the classmate who was my first fuck,
aged 16, had been on the receiving end of an older brother's nightly
attentions for more than a year, he admitted later.

I hadn't expected Tom to be this tight. I probe to get him to relax, my
whole tongue inside him, greasing him with saliva while my hand finds the
bottle of lube – a tongue can only go so deep, and it is time for the
next stage.

There is a squeal when I push two fingers into him to the knuckles,
persistently rather than hard, and I follow his attempt to get
away. Prostate ... there ... Another squeal, this one with excitement when
my fingers stimulate it, poking and squeezing, a high-pitched groan every
time I push my finger into the organ.

"It is time to start preparing you, Baby ... You will need to be opened up
a lot more before you can take me. Roll over onto your back, it will be
easier like that."

It won't really, but I want to see his face when he is stretched around my
monster cock later.

My fingers play inside him, rubbing, massaging, relaxing ... a third one is
added with some difficulty. He's going to suffer when the main act starts,
I am sure. The constant attention on his prostate helps to keep him relaxed
and eager.

I lube up my favourite dildo, which is about as long as my manhood, but
quite a lot thinner, so that I can prepare my sexual partners how deep I
will go, but still shock them with the girth. It slides into Tom easily
... I search for the access to his colon ... he groans when I push a bit
too hard into his gut wall ... there! The last six inches disappear
rapidly, smoothly up his backside as he gasps for air at the sudden
invasion.

"All good?" I wriggle the toy inside him, teasing his belly, my face inches
from his.

"... Yeah ..." a wan smile appears, "very good ... it is so long though."

I kiss him passionately. "My cock is just as long, so it can go as deep."
Another kiss. "I can hold back if you want me to, though ... if this is too
deep." I have no intention of holding back, but I want to prepare him, and
I need to hear him say that he wants all of me.

Predictably, he does just that, begs me to fuck him all the way, force
every inch of my cock into him hard.

I will, just not yet. I begin to pump the dildo, short strokes, an inch or
so. In and out, rhythmically, the movements slowly getting longer. I want
to long-dick him later on, repeatedly slam my monster into his gut, and he
has to be ready for that. More lube, longer strokes, half the length of the
dildo now. Tom moans with every thrust, but his eyes are closed and his
mouth is opened in a blissful smile, so I am sure they are happy moans.

I kiss him again, continuing to drive the sex toy into him. He opens his
eyes and smiles gorgeously.  "In a few minutes, I am going to fuck you,
baby ... remember, it will probably hurt a little at first, but it will be
worthwhile."

"I am ready ..."

"Yes, you are ..." He isn't, of course. Very few men are truly ready for me
when I fuck them for the first time, but I am not going to tell him that.

I put his legs on my shoulders and slowly slip the dildo from him, pleased
to see his hole remains open, if not really gaping. I quickly line up and,
before he can think about what is about to happen and clenches up, I drive
my head through the tight opening.

Tom screams

"Take it out! Take it out! ... Oh God, please ..."

I lean forward and take hold of his face, kiss him hard to stifle his
shouts, my dickhead still inside his tightly cramping hole. A minute,
perhaps two, before he stops trying to get away from me, and I can let go
off his face.

"Relax, baby ... relax your arse and it will get easier ..."

"You're too big! Please ..."

He is no longer asking me to take it out, I notice. "It will be worthwhile,
Tom. Relax and you will begin to enjoy it. I'll take it slow."

His sphincter still grips me like a vice, but he nods and begs me to go on,
slowly. I slide another couple of inches into him, filling his
rectum. There is space here, so I will fuck him for a while with just half
my manhood, until he is ready for me to enter his narrower colon.

Tom's panicked panting slows as he adjusts to my huge girth. I am proud
that he can take me at all on his first attempt. He isn't really enjoying
it yet, but he does smile a little when our eyes meet. I lean forward again
for another kiss.

"I am going to push on into your colon ... It won't hurt like the initial
entry, though. Try to relax and adjust, and you will be rewarded with the
best fuck of your life afterwards."

He nods with a scared look in his eyes, but he nods, so I probe for the
entrance to his gut and drive the head through. Tom puffs out his cheeks,
but to his credit he doesn't make a sound. I take that as a sign that he
can handle another inch or two ... and then the final three or four in a
single deep thrust.

"Oooh ... oh Christ!"

"That's every inch, baby. Well done!" I hold still for a while to give him
time to take stock. "How does it feel?"

"Huge!" my nephew groans. "It hurts ... it hurts so much ... but it feels
wonderful ..."

I flex my hips rhythmically, so my monster stirs just a little bit inside
him, eliciting another groan. "You are so big, and it is in so deep ... I
feel so full ..."

Another flick, and another ... I slowly start to fuck Tom: tiny movements,
but when your virgin gut is stretched taut around a generous foot of fat
cock, it must feel like you are being raped by a blue whale.

"Oh ... slowly please ... yes ... yes ... so big! ... not too fast ..."

I follow his lead – I want him to enjoy it, because I want to be
ball-deep inside him again tomorrow night. My strokes lengthen when he
encourages me, they steady when he cannot take more right then. His mouth
is gaping with desire, so it is going the right way, I smile at him and
blow a kiss, he smiles back.

"I am getting there, Steven."

I ram in hard in response, forcing an excited scream from him.

"Oh Fuck, yes! ... Ah! ... Ah! ... Yes! ..."

I am not long-dicking him yet, but I am allowing the strokes to drive
faster, harder into him. Tom is encouraging me, telling me he is ready. It
hurts, apparently, but it hurts in a way he couldn't imagine could feel so
fantastic.

I lie down on top of him for another kiss. I can feel his rock-hard cock
against my belly – it had gone limp soon after I entered him, but he
seems to be enjoying himself again.

"I want to long-dick you, baby. Fuck you with thrusts the entire length of
my shaft. I'll build up the speed as you get used to it ... do you want
that?"

His eyes are gleaming with enthusiasm and lust when he says he wants that
more than anything in the world.

"Let's get you on all fours, then. It is easier that way."

The second time I enter him is a lot easier than the first: a long
deliberate move all the way down into his belly.

"Argh!" he groans. "God, that feels amazing ... even if it hurts ..."

Getting long-dicked by someone hung like a prize-stallion will do that to
you ...

I pull out until just my head remains inside him, before sliding in slowly
to another happy moan. Out a little faster, in a little faster, the groan a
little louder. No objection, so I up the tempo ... and again and again,
until he begs me to give him time to adjust.

I do as I am asked, keeping going with sedate 10-inch strokes while he
breathes deep and wriggles his belly to accommodate my monster.

This feels amazing, the virginal body of my gorgeous young nephew
underneath me, the stretch of his gut taut around my shaft, his hot body
quivering with excitement and desire as he groans with pain when I drive
into him repeatedly.

I lose my self-control for a moment and my next thrust is hard and
deep. Tom squeals in shock at the violence – but he doesn't ask me to
stop! I yank my tool out almost all the way, ram it back in harder still. A
proper fuck! He said he wanted to be fucked properly and he is getting it.

"Yes! Oh fuck, that hurts! ... Yes, please! ... Harder!"

He can definitely get `Harder'! I put the full force of my gluts into my
next thrust and manage to shift Tom a foot up the bed. He screams and begs
me to continue!

"I am going to cum, uncle Steven!" he shouts after I have been fucking him
all-out for ages. I am not all that far off a climax myself. Taking a
firmer hold of his slender waist, I ram into him hard for three or four
fast thrusts. He screams he's cumming. I ram in one last time, driving
every inch of my monster into his belly, before I do the same, beginning to
fill his gut.

I cannot remember an orgasm like it. I've fucked plenty of guys since I
took that classmate, but I don't think I've ever emptied my balls as
completely and violently as this.

Panting, I collapse on my nephew's sweat-soaked back. He tries to turn
over, so I roll off him – feel my rapidly deflating cock slip from him
– and allow him to lie against me for a cuddle and a kiss.

"Was it how you expected?"

"Better! I didn't think it could feel so good to be in so much pain."

I reward him with another peck on the lips. "Mind that I am bigger than
anyone you will have sex with for the rest of your life, most likely."

"It will never feel like that again, then?"

"It can still feel wonderful, but less painful, probably."

He is quiet as he tightens his grip on my chest.

"Can we do it again tomorrow, then? I want to experience that feeling as
often as possible."

I think I can be persuaded ...

... reluctantly, of course.


THE END