Date: Wed, 24 May 2017 23:02:01 -0600 From: Rocky Hawkins Subject: The Wedding Uncle Title: The Wedding Slut Email: justwriting@soniq.org Author's Note: This story is told as a fantasy, and I won't tell you that there is any truth to it. But, as narrator and protagonist, I am not really that creative. So, you can decide if I made it up or not... I've gotten a ton of email so far asking me to tell more of my stories, so let me know if you like this one! DISCLAIMER: The following content may contain detailed descriptions of sexual interactions between a minor and adult. If the laws in your place of residence or your religious beliefs make it illegal or wrong to read such, do not continue. If this type of content offends you, do not continue. Donate: Nifty operates free because there's people who donate to keep it running. Donate. It's worth the spunk. Contact me: Feedback and such to justwriting@soniq.org. The day had finally come. My sister was getting married. Our house was crazy - caterers, florists, random family members. I just hid in my room. There was no way I was going to be part of that mess. I mean, I was 14 - All I could do was get in the way. My name is Dade - and I'm an Usher for Sarah's wedding. I have to wear this tuxedo all day, and mom says I can't play on my phone or anything. "Be engaged, Dade. I want you to mingle, and talk with your family. We don't get to see them often, and I want you to be on your best behavior." Fine. I can do that. Mingle. Let the aunts and grandmas pinch my cheeks, tell me how handsome I've become. Which, I suppose isn't completely untrue. I had a growth spurt over the summer, so I finally hit 5'6. I was in pretty good shape from soccer over the years, and my sandy blonde hair made my blue eyes more noticeable. The girls on the volleyball team always told me that I looked like a surfer, since I keep my hair kind of long, and I was outside all the time for practice, so I always had a tan. The wedding was nice. My sister had 8 bridesmaids and groomsmen on each side. That included two of my uncles, 3 of my cousins, and an aunt that i'd never even met. I got to stand in the back and tell people where to sit, then I got to stay out of the limelight. I wasn't against being in the wedding, but I don't think I could handle being in all the pictures and everything. Anyway, the fun part of the wedding was the reception. My sister told the waiters that I could have table wine, but that I couldn't go crazy. After about 4 glasses, I was feeling AWESOME! Remembering my Mom's request, I mingled the hell out of that wedding. I talked to all the girls around my age; I asked my aunts to dance. I did the funky chicken. I got a slow dance with my sister and mom, and everyone took pictures. It was so fun! Around the time when the DJ started playing the oldies (80's music), I realized that I had to pee. I couldn't be sure, but by then I think I had had about 6 glasses of wine, and I was clearly having a hard time. I staggered toward the bathroom, and my vision got a bit blurry. "You ok, Dade?" It was a familiar voice, but my eyes were fighting me. I clenched my fist to try and focus, looking at the now strong hands holding me up. It was my uncle John! I slurred a bit, I could tell. "Unc! Oh, man, I'm dizzy!" I laughed at myself. I started to walk toward the bathroom, and realized that it wasn't as easy as I thought. "Hey, buddy... let's get you fixed up. You're drunk!" He laughed, grabbing me by the shoulders, and leading/holding me toward the bathroom. I aimed for the men's room, but he twisted me and pushed towards the 'family' bathroom. I thought it was weird, I mean, I just gotta pee. I pointed to the men's room, not really sure how to tell him that I just had to pee. "Dude, I know you need to pee, but you're not really in a state to do this yourself. Come on." He pushed open the door and then we were in the small single bathroom. As I said, I was in a tuxedo. This was probably the most complicated thing on the planet to figure out when you are drunk and need to pee. I fumbled for a second, losing my balance, and I felt my uncle behind me again. With expert hands, he had one arm around my chest, and the other was unzipping my fly and undoing the button of my pants. I felt the flow of piss coming, and I mumbled something about it. "Almost there buddy, hold it one more second.. don't piss yet" He yanked at my underwear and I couldn't hold it any longer. With my pants at my ankles, he grabbed my cock like it was his own and pointed me to the bowl. I pissed long and hard, not even realizing that I had leaned back into my uncle. My head went back, the relief of a hard piss taking most of my energy. As my bladder emptied, I felt Uncle John hold me tight against him. His tux was poking at me, but he was still holding my dick, shaking the last of the piss off. I remember mumbling a thank you or something, and felt his hands slide up my body. Standing there, I think I started to pass out. I was so drunk, and Uncle John was so strong... == John's Story == I had been watching Dade all night. He was the life of the party. He would dance, then down a glass of wine. Mingle with the old betty's, then drink some more. Dance with some other girls, then drink. It was a wonder he made it this long. The 14 year old was plastered. I watched him chow down some cake, sitting at a far table. That was his mistake. I could tell, as soon as he sat down, the the drink had caught up with him. He stood slowly, holding onto things as he did. Where was he going now? His eyes trained in on the restrooms, and I figured he either had to piss, or puke. Either way, his body was telling him to get there. I stood next to my wife, watched as he stumbled to the wall, letting it guide him along. He wasn't gonna make it. "Honey, I'm gonna go help drunkie over there." She just laughed and waved me away, going back to her conversation with my family. She and I hadn't been on good terms in years, but divorce wasn't something you did in my family. We hadn't slept in the same bed in almost 3 months, and sex? Yeah right. My right hand hasn't been used this much since I was a teenager. I'm not sure why we weren't doing well; it just sort of happened. One day, she started doing more and more social activities, and less and less with me. I don't want to think that she's cheating, but I know that if porn was cheating, I would be guilty as charged. It's not that I couldn't get a hookup if I wanted. I'm a good looking guy. I work out 3x a week. I have abs. I'm 6'1, 205 pounds. I play rugby. I'm only 40! In fact, if you didn't know better, you could almost think that Dade was my kid; we have the same hair, same eyes.. He's growing up to be a very cute guy. Wow, that sounds kind of vain. Anyway, I walked over to the boy, asking if he was ok. His slur spoke volumes. "Hey, buddy... let's get you fixed up. You're drunk!" I laughed, grabbing him by the shoulders. I had to get him to the bathroom. He aimed for the men's room, but I shifted and pushed him towards the 'family' bathroom. I'm not gonna be able to help this kid at a urinal. "Dude, I know you need to pee, but you're not really in a state to do this yourself. Come on." I pushed open the door and into the small room. He was much more drunk then I thought, and I was having trouble. He fumbled with his clothes, and I realized that he was gonna piss himself if he didn't get his cock out soon. I got behind him, holding his chest under his shoulders to keep him standing. I wore tuxedos all the time, having been to so many weddings over the years, it was easy for me to manage this. I reached in front and, even impressing myself, had his pants down to his ankles in no time flat. With a staggered sway, I realized he was gonna let loose, so I grabbed his junk and pointed it to the bowl. As all men do, I heard the familiar sigh of relief as he let 16 ounces of wine go. It wasn't until i felt the last few drops of his piss drip out, that I realized I was standing behind a naked 14 year old holding his cock. However, my own cock had realized it, and was starting to wake up. Dade's head leaned back, and his weight pushed his bare ass against my groin. I couldn't help but take a look. He was well built for his age. Almost all his baby fat was gone; he had a nice 2" cock soft, and his chest and stomach had some real definition. His ass, not fully against me, was high, tight, and smooth. As I shook his cock to get the last few drops of piss out, I felt his whole body relax. Oh shit, did he just pass out? "Dade?" I whispered. "Dade.. you ok?" Nothing. My dick was now straining against my own tuxedo. It felt the presence of a hot body, and wanted it. But, he was my nephew! I can't do anything! Can I? My own brain was fighting with my desires. I haven't had sex in months. Dade was a hot kid. He was drunk, and passed out, he wouldn't even know... Plus, he was 14. He's old enough. Since I was still holding his dick, I started to stroke it. It was uncut, and so it moved easily in my hand. I made a deal with myself; if he got hard, it meant he wants it. My stroking got faster, and his dick started to rise. Within a few more strokes, he was at full mast. His 5" of boyhood was at full attention, and I was convinced he was into it. But now, how do I free my own beast? I pulled Dade over to the changing table. I popped down the shelf that moms use to change their babies, and leaned him over it. Thankfully, he was the right height, leaving his ass jutting out at me. I took both hands to massage his tight globes, amazed at how well defined he was. Soccer, I'm sure. Now, to free the beast. == Dade == I blinked my eyes a couple times, and was confused. I was laying down, but where was I. Last thing I remember was trying to get to the bathroom, but now, I was on a bed? No, it's not a bed. Lifting my head, I felt a heavy weight on my back. my arms were tight on my sides, and there was something.. someone! behind me. "Shh shh.. don't worry Dade..." I heard someone say. Who was that? It was then I felt it. My ass, wet, was being poked. Oh my gawd! Something was going inside! I started to yell out, but a hand covered my mouth. What was going on! == John == I had positioned Dade, and was spitting on his hole, but he kept moving, and sliding. I didn't think he was awake, but he wouldn't stop moving. My hard cock was out, and ready to feel those tight cheeks. I had to do this quick, and I couldn't hold back. I took the baby seat belt from the fold down changing table, and clipped Dade in. It held him in place. With a slick finger, I played with his tight hole. I am sure he could take my dick. I wasn't huge, and at this point, I could cum any minute. I lined up my cock to his hole, and heard him mumble. He was waking up! "Shh shh.. don't worry Dade..." I said in a whisper. I had come too far, and I needed this. I pushed against his hot hole, finding my way inside. Now that we was awake, I knew it was going to hurt, so I covered his mouth. My cock slid in much easier than I expected. He took it like a champ! I slid in and out, holding his mouth and hip. He stopped making noise, so I trusted myself to put both hands on his hips. Before I knew it, my climax was coming. I pumped hard and fast, letting all of my seed spray his guts. It had been over 6 months since I got laid, but it had been over 6 days since i'd even jerked off... He got a huge load. I pulled out as my oragsm subsided. He didn't' move, and i turned to rinse off my cock. I unclipped him from the table, and his hands had already grabbed the sides to hold on. As I opened the door, I commented, "Thanks kid, I needed that. " I went back to my wife, and she didn't even notice how long I was gone. I watched intently as Dade came out of the bathroom. He looked around, confused. I caught his eye, and nodded. He looked at me funny, but didn't change expressions. He didn't even know it was me! == Dade == I was getting fucked. Just like with my buddy Jonah's, someone was behind me, pushing into my ass. I knew the feeling, and had learned how to deal with the pain. In fact, I usually found it felt pretty good after a while. I grabbed onto the sides of this.. changing table? and my screams of confusion turned into grunts. His hands moved to my hips, and he got into me deep. Whoever this was, he was much bigger than Jonah's, but it also started to feel much better. He pounded me, and I took it, but it went way too quick. In only 8-9 thrusts, I felt the familiar pulsing of a cock unloading. I wanted to turn around, but there was some damned tie holding me in place. Who was this, and how did I end up in a bathroom? When he was finished, I could feel my own cock now hard and eager to play. I was gonna ask for a little help, but before I knew it, he had unclipped me and was out the door. I heard him thank me, and the pieces started to come together. My foggy alcohol filled brain had started to remember. I think, no, I know.. it was uncle John! I staggered over to the door, pant still at my ankles, and locked it. I needed to get off. I sat at the toilet, and my hand furiously jerked at my 5" dick. In no time, i spurted a gush of cum, 3-4 good squirts, right into my closed fist. I brought it up to my lips, feeling the hot cum on my tongue, and sighed. I probably sat there another 10 minutes, letting the events sink in, and trying to clear my head. I cleaned up a bit, got myself composed, and came out of the bathroom. I saw Uncle John, over by his wife, sipping a cocktail. We exchanged a glance, but I didn't' want him to know I knew. Maybe next time we have a family event, we can try something again. Like I said, great wedding. Feedback and such to justwriting@soniq.org.