My Nephew, The Wrestler by Jackson Man

This story is purely a work of adult erotic fantasy. It features sexual relations between uncle and his nephew.

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Characters -

Michael/Mikey: uncle, mid-40s.
Jordan: nephew, 17 

The brat had me locked good, and it was hard to believe he was just seventeen. His torso was sweaty and bare pecs pressed against my neck. I grunted and he pushed my head towards the floor. I inhaled sourly. The brat had won.

“Yield, Mikey!” His voice hasn’t caught up to his body. He cheered while his arm snaked down my shoulder, up my chest, until he grabbed the back of my neck. The back of his forearm pushed against my head until my beard was just few inches off the floor. His bulge pushed against my glutes. “Uncle Mikey, yield!”

As a wrestler, my pride was bruised. As an uncle? I couldn’t feel happier. He was talented, the kid. I tried to move, but he locked me tighter.

“Goddamn it!” I roared defeated, and could feel him smirking. “I yield, I yield!” Our limbs delocked, allowing my muscles to relax. Yet he remained on top of me.

Droplets of his sweat hit my back and kept falling down my sides like fingers were caressing me.

“You win, Jordan,” I repeated under my breath. He messed up my hair and lightly pushed my face against the floor again. He was indulging.

I noticed that his legs were getting weak. In a single movement my toes pushed against the floor with force forcing his body out of balance. In a blink of his eye his grip loosened, my legs broke free, and I had turned around.

I grabbed both his arms by the wrist and crossed them against my chest. He looked at me with a self-satisfied grind. My legs were pressed against me, and his bulge was right on my ass, like we were in missionary position. He blew air to clear the hair on his face.

“You monkey, you...” I smiled while letting him go.

The kid breathed, lived, and loved wrestling, and it was paying off. My late brother and I were both barely 6’0 with boots on. Jordan, though, he was already 6’2, and kept outgrowing pants every year.

His beefy legs felt soft and firm against my hairy ones. He dug his legs further into me and his bulge pressed against the crest of my ass cheeks. I couldn’t help but admire his narrow, lanky, body that flirted with the possibility of becoming pure muscle.
I was relieved to see that despite beating me he was out of breath and tired, with sweat rolling down his ribs.

“You still have to beat me, uncle,” Jordan said while looking down at me. Everything about him was soft: his sun-kissed brown hair; his thick, but not boxy, eyebrows; his eyelashes that pointed outwards. His button nose was small, with a soft bridge. While he had broad shoulders and the outlines of a six pack, he was still more softness than edges. “I won’t get up unless you win.”

He pressed against me, still wanting to play wrestle with his uncle, but my body was beat.

“I will throw you in the air, kid,” I threatened jokingly and he smirked, egging me to even try. He took my arm and extended it to the sided. I was too beaten to fight back- besides, if the kid wants to indulge on his first win against me, let him. Right?

As he played with my body he adjusted his hips and pressed harder. I raised my eyebrow. The only thing between his bulge and my bare ass was just millimeter of fabric.

He laid like that for a minute as he indulged in his win, telling me how he won fair and square and that by the end of the year he could probably beat me with his eyes clothed. I argued back just in spite, telling the brat to know his place. By the time his jokes ended, and our laughter ran dry, we were just left with what we started with- our bodies against the other.

He pressed his hips again and I knew this time he meant it- whatever his plan was, he knew what he was doing. I had to fight every instinct in my body to not wrap my legs around his hips, letting his hardening bulge press against my skin.

“Get up go, kid- I got work and- and you got…”

What did he do outside wrestling? I forgot. I searched for excuses in his big, bright eyes. His hairless face, and smooth lips provided a dozen reasons why we should get carried away. When I was his age I also got stiffies wrestling my friends. He had an excuse- his body was young, his hormones all over the place. I, I should’ve known better.

A large drop of sweat slid down his forming pecs, tracing the side of his nipple. I could smell the fading Old Spice from his armpits, the memory of Listerine under his breath.

He let go of me and with both his hands held my face. He caressed my cheekbones slightly, and he traced the sharp line where my beard began. I cleared my throat in disapproval but he kept going. His finger ran through the bottom of my lips before pulling it down slightly. He rested his thumb right between the opening of my mouth -
I threw him off my body.

“I told you I’d throw you in the air,” I shrugged as I got up, trying to hide the boner. My heart was beating faster, my face felt red out of nowhere. Jordan was frowning, mad like hell, but I knew I had to put up boundaries. Jordan was a good kid, but games can carry too far. “Come on, don’t pout. You know I have work.”

I stretched out my arm to help him stand up. He looked over at me in disbelief, then shook his head and took it with a half-smile. He was lighter than he looked. “I don’t get you, uncle. You’re all work, work, and work,” he said almost to himself.

“Have you seen how much groceries you eat?” I huffed as I picked up our clothes. I realized that if someone had walked in and saw the clothes littering the floor, our almost naked bodies wrestling on top of the other, heard our grunts and moans- they might’ve thought we were doing something we shouldn’t. I smiled to myself.

“I‘ll clean up, uncle. You go shower for work. You need it.” He side-eyed me. The damn brat! As he grabbed the bundle of mixed clothes he went out his way to push his bare torso against mine.

I smiled and put my hands on my hips. He was a good kid. I didn’t know if I was a good uncle, but I knew he was a good kid. He watched me watch him and rolled his eyes with a smile.

The clock rung twelve and I knew was late. Damn! I hurried out of the living room. “I know it’s a Friday but no drinking, okay? Get pizza for dinner. And no girls over. Got it?” I was only stern for show- he’s actually never brought a girl over. “And not too much Forth Night, you got that? It’d brain your melt off!”

He grunted loudly and I could see imagine him rolling his eyes. “It’s Fornite, Mikey!” He yelled.

His Old Spice scent lingered in my nose.

Every muscle in my body ached by the time I got back to the house. The house was oddly quiet but I saw that Jordan left TV on. I stripped with every step I took on the staircase. My plaid flannel jacket, my belt. I kicked off my soiled boots, shimmied my way out of dirty jeans.

Jordan’s room was open at the end of the hallway with lights coming out. I almost ripped the shirt off my body as I entered bedroom.

Outside my shower I took off my socks and couldn’t get more joy from letting my large feet hang free after spending the whole day on tight construction boots. I exhaled, ready to hit the shower.

I adjusted my bulge and scratched my Irish balls as I opened the bathroom -

“Fucking hell, Jordan!” I yelled catching him pulling up his underwear with a towel on his shoulder. His form was exquisite, and wet hair gave him an aura of innocence. “What did I tell you about using my shower?!”

“Calm down, uncle. Mine is clogged,” he said adjusting the seams. His pink nipples were large with tightness from the cold.

I grunted and held the door wide open. “Dry outside, I wanna shower.”

“You’re fussy tonight,” he dried his back with both arms extended, showing me both of his hairy, messy armpits. I could tell he hadn’t put deodorant yet. “There’s plenty of hot water left, uncle.”

He eyed me up and down but didn’t move. I let go of the door and walked in. I was a bit annoyed, but who wouldn’t be after working 10 hours? He smiled when I got to him, but I moved him out of the way to get to the cabinet.

“When will I get to be as hairy as you are, Mikey?” I heard him say behind me.

“Give it time, kiddo. You’d miss your hairless days, I tell you.”

“Not even Dad was as hairy as you.” I felt his soft fingers on my shoulder and I turned around. He was face to face to me and from this close I could tell that he had the smallest sideburn just below his ear. His mustache was settling in- perhaps by next year he’d have an actual scruff.

His fingers played with the hair on my chest. Where he was smooth and beefy I was hairy and stocky. His touch felt nice, and he smelled good. I cleared my throat and he finally made eye contact. For a second he looked like he was caught doing something bad, but then his cool demeanor returned.

“What are you doing, kiddo? I gotta shower,” I said… But flexed the pec he was holding. I’m not sure what game he was playing, but we could both play the same game.

Not even the cold water could slap me awake. I was truly so beat, and realized that mid-forties truly sucked ass. My body was running in auto-mode: lather body with Dove, wash ass, wash hair with Head&Shoulder, turn off faucet, dry self.

The floor creaked under my bare feet as I stepped outside to get water. I yawned.

Jordan’s room was half-open and I could see lights coming from inside.

“Goodnight, bud,” Instinctively I peeked inside the room without knocking, expecting to see the my growing nephew dozing off in his small bed.

Instead, Jordan was sitting down in front of his computer butt-naked. One of his leg was stretched, and his toes were curling as he jerked his uncut cock slowly. With his free hand he pulled down his large, hairless balls, and his whole body stretched in pleasure -

“Oh shit!” I yelled viscerally, the door closing behind me. I was shaken by both at the mere shock of seeing my nephew jerking himself off, but at the sight of his cock. It was huge, more than eight inches, God knows how thick. It looked big even for his height -

“Uncle what the fuck!” He turned to face me so fast that his headphones unplugged and the moans of various men drowned the room.

I looked at his shaken eyes, then at his laptop screen, and back at his face. The porn had a roughen up bear getting fucked by a much younger, much leaner, much hairless jock. The jock was fucking the shit out of the bear -

“I’m sorry I’m sorry -" I tried to leave the room but the door had jammed- a jam he mentioned to me weeks ago and I never bothered to fix.

He tried to click the video off but the computer froze or something. The moans didn’t stop until he slammed his laptop shut. He covered his dick with his large hands but even then the head still peaked out. His pubes were unshaven and long, sticking everywhere.

"Learn to fucking knock, man!” He snickered at me, trying to play it cool, but his face was bright red. He looked at my direction but his eyes wouldn’t meet mine. “Embarrassing.”

"You should know to put a sock on the door! Amateur." I jested and tried to open his door but it was still jammed. That's when I saw him get up, still naked, and jump into his bed. Jordan did all of that without a drop of care or embarrassment, instead he almost showed off the fact that he was naked and I wasn't.

He laid on his bed and placed the laptop next to him. He opened it and continued watching the porno. His cock got fat again, and he started jerking on his own.

"Bud, what are you doing? I'm still in the room -" I asked quietly, both entranced by his body and his boldness. The moans from his laptops were turning me on.

“You can stay if you want to,” he yanked one of his balls down. His eyes were glued on the screen.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Come on, bud.”

He licked his lips and looked me in the eyes for the first time. They were clear, but intense. “Looks like you need this too, uncle,” he looked at my towel.

I suddenly felt tightness in the crotch. I looked down and a tent had grown inside my towel. I tried to hide it with my hands but the bulge simply forced the towel undone, and it fell down. If it wasn't because all my blood was in my cock, my face would've been as red as the sun.

"I'm close, but I can wait for you, Mikey," his eyes returned to the porno, but I could tell he was still checking me out from the sides.

He opened his legs slightly, with his knees facing outwards. This caused his balls to drop even lower, and I yearned to have them in my mouth. I watched his balls moved up and down as my nephew jerked himself.

My body was running on auto-mode, so I found myself kneeling into his bed. I crawled next to his body. The bed was narrow, which forced us to stack on top of the other. His hairy legs were on top of mine, my thick arm went under his head.

We both pretended to be into the movie, but I could see his eyes catching glimpses of me, and he grinned every time he caught me staring. And staring I was. I was completely mystified by his unkempt long pubes that were both wild, but beautiful. His cock was as fair as him, with a huge head that was covered by his foreskin.

And he also looked at my cock. Uncut, like his, although mine was darker to match my complexion. My pubes were always neat and trimmed, and that night was no different.

Casually, yet timidly, he opened the arm nearest to me. And for some reason, when Jordan opened his arm I had the need to reach in and sniff. There was something about his smell- it was inviting, and familiar, yet distinct and foreign. My nose entered his thick armpit hair and it hit me right then that he never asked me for my razors.

That meant that he probably had never shaven before. That knowledge drove me wild and I started breathing him in like a wild animal. At first he looked unsure of the whole thing, and he looked down at me with hungry eyes and an open, glistening mouth. As I continued sniff, and groping, and handling him his eyebrows burrowed and he had to bite on his lips to stop from moaning.

Once he’s had enough he pushed me away lifted his other arm. More in control, he pushed it against my face with force. It felt like both a punishment and a reward. I was sandwiched between his side and his bicep. He flexed and I began licking him. He tasted a bit salty, sweaty, wild.

"Please, uncle-" I heard him whisper slowly. He moaned, finishing his thought. He was grinding against my stomach with eagerness. I growled and freed myself and went down to his crotch.

He was so hard that his head showed. It was a light pink, like his lips, with a helmet shape and a nice slope. Meant for being sucked. Up close I realized it definitely was more than eight inches.

His balls were a handful, with lots of weight, and you could tell that he had never shaved before- his hair was wild, yet soft, a few shade lighter than the rest of his leg hair.

Soft short hair carpeted his whole legs. He was a fidgety person, constantly stretching and moving his legs. His feet were long, size 13, with sharp curves. His toes spread when I touched his cock, like his whole body was in pleasure.

He gasped when the tip of my lips touched his head. As I licked him to get him wet drops of precum started flowing out of the head.

I looked at the Adonis that was my nephew as his large cock entered my mouth. His eyes remained closed, and even though he was frowning his mouth remained half-open, allowing small hints of moans slip through.

He was remarkably tasteless, and a mouthful. I stuck out my tongue to make more space for his cock. When he was halfway through he touched the roof of my mouth and he almost sat up from the pleasure.

“Fuck!” His eyes were open and foggy, concentrated on my mouth as I swallowed his cock again.

I started flicking my tongue up and down his head, with my free hand I grabbed his magnificent balls. I pulled at them like I saw him do earlier.

I played with him slowly, half expecting him to push me away and say this was some sort of prank. But it was clear he probably wanted this more than I wanted it.

His cock was large enough that my hand could jerk him while his head was in my mouth. I kissed his head, I licked it, I jerked him off. All throughout he started whimpering, lost in a world of pleasure.

He shoved his hips forward until his head moved past the roof of my mouth to the back of throat. Once there, I leaned forwards and so his cock entered my throat.

He moaned again, his lips trembling. He was balls deep in my mouth and my beard tickled him slightly. His strong arms, almost instinctually, grabbed the back of my head and he pushed down deeper.

His enthusiasm drove me wild. I felt my throat expand and close as he fucked it. My face ran red and warm well before before he let me go.

I coughed and breathed in deeply. His cock was huge, longer than my head, and I slapped myself with it. He kept staring at me with half-open eyes. I felt the grip at the back of my hand tightened and he pushed my head down his cock again.

I was not ready so I growled lowly. He didn’t care. I tried to pull away but he pushed me back down, showing me my place, until he was balls deep again.

I felt my throat tightened on his cock and he cursed. My face started running red- out of breath- but still, he kept me down.

I pinched his thigh sharply until he let me go. I leaned backwards to take multiple gasps of air. Meanwhile, he started slapping my face with his cock.

I felt his grip tighten around my hair again so I started pushing back, but he was definitely stronger. He placed his thick cock at the tip of my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow him again- and I loved doing it. He pushed me down until he was balls deep and he started fucking my throat.

He suddenly let me go. His whole lower body started shaking- his legs raised above the bed, his toes curled, his pubes right under my nose.

He pulled out and I knew to stuck out my tongue. He exhaled sharply and a heavy whip of cum hit the bottom of my lips. I moaned out loud as he gripped my hair. I swallowed him. Another wave of cum hit the side of my cheek, down my beard.

“Fuck!” He whispered as he sat up. He looked down at me with foggy eyes.

I place my lips around his dick and kept jerking him, despite his moans. He shook like crazy, and I started kissing his crotch. He did good, the kid. His cum was everywhere. I thought we were done until I felt his cock growing again.

“Keep going, uncle,” he said between half-whimpers. My hand started jerking his cock, and every time I went down on his shaft I felt his wild mess of pubes. For a normal person coming once is enough- but not Jordan. He was a young jock, who needed multiple milking.

He placed both his hands behind his head. I started sucking him at my own rhythm, up and down, in circles, playing with his balls.

Without any notice I simply swallowed him balls deep. He moaned and jumped in pleasure again, and even though my throat was full I still kept pushing down. I could feel him expanding my insides.

His breathing was fast now and the bed slightly shook as he started fucking the back of my throat. He was a natural top, almost thinking solely with his cock. I felt tears gather at the corner of my eyes and started looking for his hands on the bed. His pubes hit my cheeks without grace- I was just a hole.

My hands ran up his legs, spreading his hairy thighs apart, caressed his treasure trail before finding his nipples. I twisted them, pulled on them. Almost with anger he placed a hand on top of my head. I wanted him to show me that he was in charge, that he could fuck mouth fuck me how he wanted.

He didn’t stop even so I could swallow, so precum mixed with saliva escaped my lips. I simply relaxed my mouth and let it all out. It flew down his thighs, and all over my face.

I looked up and couldn’t find my nephew. Instead, I saw a dom jock fucking at his hearts desire. His jaw was tense, his eyes just slightly open. His face had a slight frown, as if he was hurting- or rather, feeling so good it hurt.

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. His cum still hung on my cheek and beard and he slapped that area with his huge cock, sending small droplets of cum into his bed sheet. I took this moment to relax my jaw, breathe a little.

I jerked him slowly and gave him my other cheek to cum at. He slapped that cheek with his cock, too, and looked me in the eye.

He grabbed my beard and pulled me down. His eyes burnt with intensity I never seen before.

“Say my name.” He said. I was too slow, so he pulled my beard hard. “Say my name-“

“Jordan,” I said right away. He smirked slightly before his cock slapped my cheek.

“You know what I want you to say. You know you want to say it,” Suddenly his voice was heavy and echoey, as if he was ten years older.

“My nephew, you’re my fucking nephew. Feed your uncle, Jordan-“ I exclaimed, feeling the heat from his body, the heat from his cum still on my face, my own precum leaking into his bed sheet.

He pulled my beard and pushed his cock into my mouth again. I realized that the wild moans in the background were his- the porno ended minutes ago.

Both his legs climbed on top of my shoulders and he was heavy. My mouth started running slightly salty, full of precum, and I knew he must’ve been close. I picked up my pace and started moving my neck up and down his shaft.

He thrust deeply and kept me there. I didn’t dare move. He was so still- I could tell that he was fighting the urge to cum. I felt his hairy, beefy thighs flex around my head, encroaching me tightly. His hands were glued at the back of my head and he thrust again -

He came as a surprise, as if it had snuck even upon him. His nut was dense and filled my mouth, but without much taste- or rather, his taste was so natural to me that I couldn’t discern anything.

He pulled out as he came, and more cum followed that. His seed oozed out my mouth, dripped along my lips, flowed down my beard.

The only sound in the room was our agitated breathing. Then, he laughed and messed my hair. I elbowed my way to meet his face. He laughed when he saw my cum-beard, the bastard. He was so handsome, and innocuous, and eager to play.

He reached to kiss me, properly kiss me, even though I could tell it was his first time. His lips were soft, but his movement stiff. After he broke apart he asked me how he was, and he told me I was good.

I started touching myself as his hairy legs moved between mine. Jordan grabbed my hard nipples and pulled, just like the young top had done in the porno. It took me just a few strokes for me to get ready to burst. I kept thinking about the way he facefucked me, the way he talked to me; I was intoxicated by the taste of his cum-

Jordan groped my chest, like he owned me.

I came into his treasure trail. It was so much that it spilled into his belly button, down the outlines of his ads into the bed sheets.

We laughed a little afterwards, unsure of what to say. He leaned in forward for another french kiss. He remained too soft and timid, so I took charge. My beard covered his face as I twisted my neck and kissed him deeply. I started kissing him down the neck until he pushed me away from the tickles. When I moved away I realized that my beard was too scruffy for his soft skin – his face was all red.

"You came a lot, Jordan," I said as I sat up. I looked at the door, and knew it wasn’t really jammed. I smiled to myself.

"I'm probably still going to jerk off once you leave t-b-h,” he said, placing his hands on my back. "I've been wanting that for a long, long time, Mikey,"

I turned to face him and saw that he had some of his own cum on his cheek. Probably from my beard. There he was, Jordan, my joyful nephew with his own cum in his face because he had just mouthed fucked me.

"Me too, kiddo. Me too."

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