Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2023 02:00:33 -0700
From: King Dom <thekingdomwrites@gmail.com>
Subject: Daddy Bear Boyfriend and... Muscle Nephew 2

Daddy Bear Boyfriend and... Muscle Nephew 2
By: KD

This story features sex between consenting adult males,
two of whom happen to be related. It is 100% fictional. Any and
all similarities to people dead or alive is purely coincidental. If
this is not your kink or you are not of age in your territory, then
read no further. If on the other hand you are a pervert like me
then pull it out, stroke it hard and release!

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Luke -- 18, 5'8", 155lbs Sculpted white twunk, former HS football
kicker. Vers? 5.5"c

Dominic -- 35 5'10" 210lbs BEEFY furry bearded Latino MAN, rugby build. Top
8"uc thick

Brad -- 26 5'8' 185lbs Thick gymnast build with muscle on top of
muscle. Bottom 7" thick

(Reference pics available upon request: TheKingDomWrites@gmail.com)

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	I was lost in ecstasy as I pounded my thick uncut bear cock deep
into the welcoming and eager hole of my muscle god of a nephew. The years
of subconscious longing didn't hold a candle to the pure animal lust
currently ravaging our thick bodies. A combined 400lb mass of muscle, sweat
and fur rocked the queen-sized bed. God he was worth the wait. And I rarely
fucking wait. He had definitely been cherry I, my fuckstick throbbed in him
at the thought. I looked down to see him, his face blank now. He looked
like I'd fucked every thought from his head. Entirely `fuck dumb'. I was
close to the same point myself. His 26yo man cunt felt ten times tighter
than even my boyfriend's teen pussy and that was saying
something. Damn. Don't think of Luke right now. He'd understand, I knew he
would. But part of me felt guilty. I hadn't even let him address my obvious
and growing infatuation with my nephew when he'd tried. Would that have
stopped it?

How the fuck did I end up here?

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	Two months earlier I'd found myself agreeing to move into my
nephew's home after he and his wife of five years announced they were
splitting. I'd helped the not so little shit purchase it with a small down
payment and my free services as his realtor, one of his wedding gifts. It
had always been a fixer upper but somehow, much like their marriage, it was
worse now than when they'd said "I do".

	Brad had sweettalked me into helping him flip it, claiming a
project would help get his mind off the divorce. He also promised to split
"some" of the profit with me. As if. There was no way I was taking the
money but there was also no way I was turning down his plea. He was asking
for companionship as much as he was a construction grunt. I of anyone knew
how sensitive the lug could be. I raised him from the summer before his
freshman year of high school straight through graduation (a story for
another time perhaps) and had been best man at his wedding. I knew him well
enough to know he needed me.

	Surprisingly my gorgeous 18yo twunk of a boyfriend flat out told me
he was moving in with us when he heard my plans. "Count me in." Luke's
casual way of telling me he wanted to move out of the dorms and into my
bed. I cleared it with Brad first of course, worried he may not want an
unknown person in his space. He welcomed the idea saying it would be like
old times. We'd laughed awkwardly, each thinking back to the parade of
twinks, twunks and pretty little muscle sluts I'd had through my townhouse
during his high school years. He'd given me plenty of good natured grief
over how many of them were barely legal back then, "Practically my age!"
He'd bellow in obviously fake disgust.

I had a type. Sue me.

	I knew the two would get along though. They were oddly similar. A
fact they would each agree on down the road. Both were good natured
lifelong jocks who loved football, Xbox, the outdoors and the approval of
an authority figure. I joked about that last one when I'd described my
boyfriend to my nephew, but hoped it was true enough that it would help
keep them in line once all under one roof. I loved surrounding myself with
their never bountiful boyish energy but I knew all too well how challenging
it could be to corral.

	Challenging. It sure was.

	That brings us to move in day on that sunny May afternoon.

	(See chapter one for Luke's POV.)

	That brings us to me going fucking FERAL as I damn near raped my
little Lukey on the king sized bed of my nephew's frat boy-esque master
bedroom.

I'd enticingly promised my boy I'd seed him in every room of our new home
one night while he excitedly discussed the move. When the opportunity to
wreck his hungry hole presented itself before we even finished unpacking I
knew it had to be on Brad's bed.

He'd gone to fetch us lunch and Luke surprised me with a clean boy cunt. I
was no fool and took full advantage of the taboo thought of fucking him
where my nephew slept. I thought it would be hilarious to get back at mt
nephew for all the time's he'd fucked his cheerleaders in my bed back in
the day. When I called it out back then he'd just shrugged and said he
liked my mirrors and flexed his teen biceps. Clearly a future deviant like
myself I decided to keep quiet going forward. The rule became he had to at
least wash the fucking sheets after.

I was laughing thinking of it as I lead Luke unknowingly to Brad's room.

I'd pound a quick little load into my baby boy, I plotted, and then toss my
nephew's sheets in the wash. He'd laugh as I told him later why he had
fresh bedding. Knowing Brad I'd be doing him a favor. Boy had never been
very neat. We'd exchange some barbs and then get back to unloading the
truck and on with our day.

Harmless prank, right?

	That all changed when I opened his bedroom door. I was right about
the mess. The musk of my nephew permeated the space. Goddamn. It was
definitely no longer the testosterone of the high school boy I had been
accustomed to. It wasn't actually dirty per se, the piles of dirty jocks
and boxer briefs strewn about were just fragrant as fuck. The pig in me was
creeping out as I took in the scent. Maybe I'd pound a quick LARGE load
into my boy instead. My pig was out in full force though once I saw the
giant mirror hanging opposite Brad's bed.

Apple didn't fall far from the tree I smirked to myself.

That simple idiom activated something carnal deep in me.

	That's how I lost myself in the velvety warmth of boy's tight teen
twat. Lost myself in the heady aroma of the nephew I raised.

My proverbial apple.

	That's how I got lost shouting filth at my boyfriend. Using the
nickname I had inadvertently taken from Brad and given to Luke when we
started dating.

	That's how Brad found me as I unloaded enough seed in my boy that I
could have easily knocked up a soccer team. His eyes twinkled as he looked
at me through the reflection of the mirror on his wall. He grinned and said
something sarcastic and disappeared down the hall amused. I was barely
present in my body. My beautiful lover was still on all fours crushed into
the bed, getting his bearings back after his own powerful orgasm. I could
feel his tight boy pink still spasming around my cock as realization of
what just happened then hit him.

	"FUCK!" I shouted. Scaring the puddle of ripped boy flesh beneath
me. "Sorry babe. That just wasn't quite how I thought that would end." I
chuckled hoping to make light of it all, failing.

	"How much did he see? Did he WATCH?" Luke was trying to whisper but
end up nearly shouting in his reactionary state.

	"He heard you begging me to `rape your fuck hole'." My voice a
whisper as I said it out loud as much for myself as for my boy.

	"How can I, we, go out there? Dom! Fuck. We fucked this up on day
one. I gave up my dorm. Shit. Shit. FUUUUCK." Luke looked near tears.

I needed to fix this.

If I could.

	We hadn't fucked anything up I decided as I processed the
facts. This was going to be awkward for sure. Gone was the simple dirty
little prank I had originally concocted. But I knew my nephew. I'd seen how
hysterical he found it all as he grinned at me through the mirror. Brad
legit would love holding it over us. I told Luke this as he sat on the bed
silently.

He looked nearly as scared as he had been when his father had banged LOUDLY
on the RV window during a brief trip I made to meet his folks early in our
courtship. They'd had me sleep in the RV in their driveway, alone, that
first night. Luke had needed my cock then too and snuck in to ride my
morning wood the next day. I had just as boorishly gotten lost in his cunt
then. His dad had come to inquire as to what the ruckus was. At least this
time I wouldn't have to explain why the boy called me `Daddy'. Brad already
knew. Luke was still shaking as I came back from my mental tangent.

	"Bro calm the fuck down." I said it gently but he knew I was
serious if I was broing him.

I sat next to him and wrapped my burly arms around him until his shivers
came to a stop. "We fucked on his bed. We didn't kill anyone. He's the same
in mine. He's walked in on me before and it's been fine. I promise." His
eyes were inquisitive at that.

I kissed the top of his head. His hair matted from our copious sweat and
the rough skull fucking I'd laid into him a short time before.

	I could tell he had more to say but decided to go with a compliant
"I trust you."

	"Good boy. Now go in there and clean up" I pointed to my nephew's
master bath "and let me see if I can't test the waters with him a bit. Take
all the time you need. Okay?"

He kissed me as he got up. I watched him stumble awkwardly toward the
bathroom. Still wobbly from the abuse his body had just eagerly taken, my
bull cum flowing down his leg as he tried not to stumbled. I wanted to lick
every drop as it leaked out...

No. Fuck. Focus Dom.

I shook my head to try and clear my thoughts then quickly scoured the room
for my shorts. They weren't there. I'd been so keen to leave the study when
my boy offered up his hole that I'd left them behind without thinking. The
next best option was a pair I peeped on top of one of the piles on the
floor. Clearly my nephew's. Clearly ripe from a workout, or ten, long since
passed. I shimmied them on and nearly changed my mind when I saw how
obscene I looked in them.

"It's not like he hasn't already seen worse." I said aloud to no one in
particular.

I made my way down the hall to find my nephew seated on the ice chest in
the empty living room, sipping a beer calmly. He pointed to an open
Heineken next to the Subway bag.

"Thought ya could use one after that little `workout'." He damn near
giggled as he made air quotes.

I resolved then and there not to give him the satisfaction of my
embarrassment. He wanted to banter? I could banter.

 "No fucking kidding. Little fucker tried to drain my damn life force I
think." He choked a little on his beer, seemingly surprised I wasn't
remorseful. His eyes got mischievous. It was a game to him now.

He piped up, "I was more worried poor Luke was in trouble buried under all
that..."

I knew he was about to make fun of the bit of belly I always carried. I was
in damn good shape but as a formerly husky youth I was never able to lean
out completely at my core. "Marshmallow abs" Brad had dubbed my fluffy fur
covered six pack on a family beach trip a few summers back. His voice
trailed off though. The jab never came. I followed his eyes to see what had
him so transfixed.

He'd finally noticed I was wearing his shorts.

I mean my broad thighs and hefty piece shoved into his little Jed Norths
had made me think the pair almost too obscene when I'd looked in his
bedroom mirror. But the view of the shorts alone wasn't the cause of his
not so brief pause. As I scanned downward I saw that my previously chubbed
cock had apparently been leaking my residual load as it softened. The light
heather grey material now had a dark black spot forming. Fuck.

No.

I refused to show embarassment.

"Nothing to be worried about." I picked up where he had left his sentence
hanging, too engrossed by what he was seeing. He still openly gawked at the
large sopping wet spot surrounding my clearly outlined cock head.

My bravado kicked into gear, "I mean you heard how he begged for it." I
flashed him my best bear grin and grabbed the open beer on the ground.

My brief mortification at having been caught had now fully given way to the
enjoyment of toying with my nephew as we tried to outdo the other with
nonchalance. He was not doing as well as I was as he stared slack jawed at
me. I continued to smile at him for a beat more, then took a bite of the
sub in my hand. I thought I had for sure won this round and was ready to
move on.

That's when he struck.

"Yeah, it seemed like the KID couldn't get enough of it." The inflection of
the word rang clear, almost echoing in the empty room.

I choked.

So, he had heard me use his and Luke's shared nickname. The one that was
his first. The one I had told him I'd try to reserve just for him when he
called it out earlier in the day. The silence hung there for a second. Two
men who were never at a loss for words suddenly eerily quiet.

Luke peeking out from the hall diverted our attention. My boyfriend
seemingly took the silence he walked in on as good thing and decided it was
safe to join us. I hoped it was. Before I could figure out what to say my
nephew did it for me.

"Little dude I hope you don't think I give a shit about what you and the
gorilla had goin' on back there. Honestly just glad the king size is
finally seeing some action again." He winked and went back to munching what
was left of his sub.

That was Brad for you. Charming to a fault and kinder than he wanted anyone
to know. He was more like me than I cared to admit.

"Thanks man." It was only two shy words and he still blushed fiercely. I
knew from his grateful smile however that Luke now liked and respected my
nephew much more.

"Alright boys. Let's eat up and finish this shit. I'm ready to be done."

"Did the KID really tucker you out already old man?" That was Brad for you
too, forever a shit stirrer.

I flipped him off. Ending it all by walking away to recover my shorts from
the study before my cum soaked crotch caused another stir from any of
us. In a few minutes we were all back to unloading the truck, making a
speed run of the rest of the day.

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It was about two weeks later when I realized move in day had a much bigger
impact on us all then we were admitting.

It was a late Wednesday night when Luke and I next christened a room. My
boy by now was leaning heavily into his freedom in our house. Once he
believed Brad really was as chill as he said Luke became scandalous with
his wardrobe choices. From threadbare Daisy Duke's, with bright thong
proudly showing between the frayed denim, to the tiny surprise he was
wearing that fateful Wednesday he was owning his `summer of slut'. I
encouraged it. Brad seemed to as well with his almost constant joking
flirtations aimed at both Luke and myself. We met his mocking of easily,
upping the stakes as we went to see who was bolder. It was becoming
anything goes as we tested `harmless' limits.

That's how I ended up getting a text from Lukey that he needed help in the
kitchen. I laughed because it usually meant he was on the verge of burning
something, a cook my sweet cunt boy was not. The second I neared the
archway into the kitchen however it became clear the that only thing
burning was the boy's lust for Daddy dick. There on all fours. On the
kitchen island. With nothing but a TINY red schoolgirl skirt on, was my
beautifully sculpted boyfriend. His massive boy booty hung obscenely past
the limits of the skirt. Black lace stretched over his globes to the point
of nearly busting open. I swear his hot pink hole was even smoother than
usual as I caught a glimpse through the barely there panties.

"Daddy I need help..." His voice was small, whiny almost. Something that
only happened when he was in full cunt mode.

"What kind of help sweetie?" I was chuckling deep now. I pulled my robe
open to free my rapidly hardening cock from the confines of the gym shorts
I wore. (The same shorts of Brad's I'd borrowed on move in day. He'd told
me to keep them and I had.) "Is my little whore in heat again? My loads
after the gym weren't enough?"

"It's never enough Daddy. I'm addicted to your cock cunting and breeding
me." This time his voice was heavy with lust.

I was standing behind him now with my hands lewdly groping his plump jock
boy peach. He shivered as my paws roamed his body. He was naturally smooth
almost everywhere. My complete opposite. His ivory skin, nearly
unblemished, stretched tightly over the corded muscle of his v tapered
back. He was perfection to me and I told him so.

"Perfect little faggot aren't you?" I slapped his wide ass HARD. Thank god
Brad was out for the night. I didn't have to hold back for shit. "Little
himbo for Daddy to own huh?"

"You know how badly I wanna be that for you Sir." I did. "Sluttly himbo
whore for my big man." He shook his ass excitedly at me. "Is my skirt cute
Daddy?"

Enough of this shit.

My fingers were tracing his lace clad ass crack.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIP. I tore the cheap fabric easily.

I wanted to see his boy pink and there it was. Winking at me through the
shredded lace. I leaned in and was met with the pleasant tang of him once
again. The intoxicating scent of late teen testosterone emanated from his
pucker like a honey trap tempting me in. I had to taste it. I gruffly
flicked my coarse wide tongue over the pulsing ring. I heard him take a hit
of poppers as I did, letting out a long groan after as he let go of every
need except the one for my cock. I soon felt his juicy pucker relax on my
lips as I gently sucked it open. I knew how he loved getting his hole
worked. I wondered if he'd ever grow into a top given how much pleasure he
got from his sweet little cunt.

"Pass me the poppers boy." I took two deep huffs and when the familiar head
high hit I devoured him. His hole was always tender from one of our recent
fucks and I loved how he reacted as I molested it forcefully with fingers
and tongue in turn. He was almost overwhelmed but wanted more. His endless
moans revealing his love of it.

I spent the next dozen or so minutes stroking my leaking Daddy dick as I
tongue fucked him to the brink. I could see his slimy pre cum creating a
puddle on the butcherblock counter under him. The same counter my nephew
and I had installed together the day before. That made my cock flare for
some reason. Flashes of Brad sweaty and shirtless helping me heave the
piece into place. I growled noisily into Luke's pussy; his tender ring now
puffy from my aggressive rimming.

It was time to give him what he really needed.

"Hop down. Feet spread. Now." I barked and threw my robe off completely as
I got to my feet.

Yeah, it was time to claim what was mine.

"Take some hits boy." I handed the poppers to him as he got into
position. He bent over the counter arching his ass in anticipation of what
was soon to come.

I got behind him and my hands exposed his slightly open rosebud as I yanked
his cheeks apart. The soft tissue still gleaming from my well worked in
spit. My cock was throbbing large and needed no guidance as I thrust
forward and slowly speared. I pressed forward inch after inch in a single
motion. Waiting to hear his little gasp of content when he felt my hips
fully press against him. I pulsed in him letting him adjust to the
intrusion for a change. At the same time I reached my massive arms around
his hard little pecs. Holding him to me as I started to slow stroke his boy
pussy. My hulking hirsute torso pressed tightly to his silky smooth back. I
could feel his ring struggle to accommodate my thickness but he took it
like a champ. Or like a bitch?

He was both equally.

That thought had me pumping into him now as I ground my hips deeper on each
successive thrust. The former varsity football star, pride of his team for
his near perfect kicking, now nothing more than a filthy little fuck whore
getting owned by his Daddy. I released him from my secure hold and wildly
mauled tight little body. Small rock solid muscle. I built up a steady
stroke into him as I thought of what his coaches would think seeing him
like this.

I teased him.

"Is my little jock `stud' happy?' I palmed one of his enormous cheeks. "You
been wanting it again haven't ya boy? Let me wreck the body I built for the
field."

He hungrily whispered, "You know I have coach. Why'd you make me wait for
this? I need that alpha seed if I'm gonna grow." He picked up on my role
play instantly. A well trained boy bitch.

We were in it now. I stopped the steady shafting I was giving and began to
piston. Picking up speed and force each time I buried back into him. He was
huffing the poppers again and babbling incoherently as he thanked me over
and over again. Thanked me for making him mine.

"You know Daddy is never giving this ass up little dude. You're mine to
grow and own. Make you into a proper muscle cunt. Pump you full of so much
bull seed you can't help what a slut you become. Is that what you want
kid?" We both knew it was, deep down. Even if he only verbalized it when I
was using him.

"Yes sir. I wanna be a muscle bitch. Stacked and jacked and taking seed
whenever you say. Build your boy into the perfect faggot fuck doll. I need
it more than anything Coach."

His cunt was throbbing on my shaft now. Trying to milk the seed he so
desperately needed from deep in my low hanging balls. I could have held
back but I sensed his orgasm was coming. I loved nothing more than getting
his little clit so worked over that he shot handsfree as I unloaded in him
in unison.

"Shut the fuck up kid." My hands were now around his neck. Choking him
firmly. Applying pressure until I could feel him go slightly limp at my
touch. He knew he could trust me. He knew he was my toy. He knew he could
let go.  He became a rag doll under me.

Fuck I was a lucky bastard.

"Let Daddy rape that pretty cunt nice and full kid. Put my sons deep in
that growing muscle snatch. Show you just what you were made for kiddo."

My hands released his throat and were slapping him back awake. Heavy bear
paws bringing him back from the edge of passing out. I wanted him to feel
his final cunting. He instinctively reached back to pull his ass cheeks
apart, splitting the flimsy lace open even more in the process. I now could
split him deeper too, driving my cock the furthest into him it could go.

"Good baby. You know just what to do earn that load." I gripped the barely
there material of his skirt and used it to pull him onto my cock over and
over again. "Been planning this for a while? Little bitch boy seducing
Daddy." He really had to have been plotting this for a minute. Ordering the
clothes. Figuring out the perfect moment we'd be alone to indulge. Fuck was
I a proud Daddy.

That pride, perverted and paternal, is what was about to send me over the
cliff. He was learning quickly how to be his own man while still somehow
submitting to me at the drop of a hat. His own self worth never wavering in
the pendulum swing back and forth. Each day I saw the boy became not only a
bigger fuck slut but a better person.  All of this as he grew his already
impressive little physique into utter perfection for both of our
pleasure. He was everything I had ever desired and he was all fucking
MINE. It was too much for me as I jackhammered into his squelching pussy.

Time to get our nuts.

"I'm so goddamned proud of you kid. MY perfect little boy is becoming such
a perfect little man for Daddy."

"I just wanna make you proud Sir!" His voice echoed through the house.

"Perfect."

"Fucking."

"Kid."

I fired the first shot in him as I grunted out the last words. Spurt after
spurt of man milk coursing into my baby boy. So distracted by my own rut
that I didn't even know if had gotten his. I leaned down to kiss his sweat
slicked shoulders, I felt him shudder. He'd cum. He was purring now as he
just repeated "thank you Daddy" in a dry husky voice. I pulled out and
slapped his ass hard.

My lips met his as he turned around and straightened up.

"Fuck. I love you baby boy."

"I love you so much Daddy. You knew exactly what I needed." His face
blissfully content.

I chuckled. "The answer is almost always the same with you." I waved my
still heavy prick and cum started oozing out from under my
foreskin. "Damn. Someone better clean that up." I nodded and he was on his
knees nursing the knob in a flash.

Fuuuck.

The sound of a car door slamming in the driveway snapped us out of our
potential round two. I hurried him onto his feet and told him to head to
our room. I got my robe tied just as I heard the front door creak open. I
saw the pool of watery boy jizz pooled all over the countertop. I grabbed
the dish towel hanging nearby just as Brad made his way into the room. He
paused, leaning coyly against the trim of the large archway as he watched
me clean the evidence of our debauchery up. I saw his nostrils flare almost
imperceptibly and immediately knew the room must fucking wreak.

"Already making a mess on it?" He goaded me.

"Just knocked something over." He laughed far too big at my response then
walked over and hugged me tight. I could smell the sweet scent of the
liquor on his breath.

"I bet." His eyes glinting at me jeeringly. He let me lose from the hug and
took a step back. Looking down at his boots.

"You okay?" I asked wondering at the abrupt vibe change. "You said you'd be
out `til mornin'."

"It was fun but something made me leave early. I wanted to come home." He
swayed for a second as if he there was an internal struggle he was
debating. His deep brown eyes met my equally dark brown eyes as he tilted
his head in my direction

"I hope you know how glad I am you're here Unc. That both of you are. You
and Luke definitely make the place feel more alive and that's what I need
right now. What I need right now..." His voice caught at that. "...is to
get this ass to bed. Early deadlift day tomorrow." With a half hearted
punch to my arm he was gone.

 I chalked it up to his buzz bringing out his sappy side, something that
was common with both of us after knocking back a few. It was to be expected
with all that was going on in his life. I went back to cleaning up as I
thought of how proud I was at how he was handling his wife leaving. Proud
of him for not letting it keep him down. Proud he was still focused on
bettering his home, his finances, himself. This place was already coming
together. He'd been working out even harder than usual too and the early
morning lifts were paying off in spades. I was damn proud of the
kid. Another vivid image of him shirtless and pumped as we worked in the
kitchen the day before flashed in my head. Instantly blood was rushing back
to my cock. I stopped the cleanup effort and was off to hopefully pound
Luke one more time before passing out.

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I slept like a fucking brick. Drained and satiated by the time my head hit
the pillow. I woke before Luke; poor guy needed the extra rest after what I
put his ass through when I got to bed. I needed a piss and some coffee
stat. I tossed my robe on and made my way to the toilet then the kitchen
where I could smell waffles cooking. I found my nephew, bare chested in
posing shorts, happily cooking away as he hummed to whatever country song
was playing in his air pods. I rolled my eyes and darted to the coffee
maker. He became aware of my lumbering frame behind him.

"Sleep good?"

"Like the fucking dead." I laughed.

"I'm making enough for you and the goober (his new pet name for my boy)."

"How was the workout?" I asked for the sake of making conversation. The
scent wafting from his body told me it had been intense. I bit my lip and
said, "That smells fucking good." I was uncertain for a moment if I meant
the food or him.

"Well thanks. The deadlifts were murder. It's worth it though. Finally
getting my bubble back." He wiggled his eyebrows and shook his ass making
sure to not lose focus on the waffle iron he was scooping thick batter
into.

I knew what he wasn't saying. See his soon to be ex-wife had almost
forbidden him from growing his sizable bubble a couple years back. It
offended her parents' "Christian sensibilities" as she'd put it. She said
it was grotesque as it had ballooned during one of Brad's more successful
college era bulks. He'd agreed to not focus on it after she finally said it
embarrassed her. Yet another complaint from a woman who seemed to have an
endless list of them when it came to my nephew.

	"You never really lost that thing." I pointed out as my eyes
scanned down appraisingly.

	"I guess not. Speaking of losing things..." He gestured to the
island counter. There laid the shorts I'd been wearing the night
before. "I'll take `em back if ya keep treating them so carelessly." I
rolled my eyes at his mock hurt and made my way to grab them. I looked down
realizing they were crusted in cum from last night somehow.

	"They just got wet when I spilt my... milk... on the counter. I
shucked `em to clean it up and then ya distracted me when ya got home." I
knew I sounded more defensive than convincing. I silently vowed to keep
better track of my goddamned clothes in the future.

	His gaze was challenging.

Almost knowing somehow.

 "That explains the stains then."

	I blushed, a rarity for me. Then shoved the shorts in the pocket of
my robe. He walked over and handed me two plates with gleaming syrup soaked
waffles.

	"Order up."

	"Thanks kid. You sure know how to make a guy's morning."

	"Anytime Unc." He looked me dead in the eye, "Just wanna make you
proud sir." The last part said in a soft lilt.

	"Job well done kid." My voice was gravelly and dry.

His teeth flashed cheekily.

He cleared his throat. "Better finish mine." His attention apparently
switching back to his hunger.

I turned to take the plates to the dining room table. Once seated I text
Luke to wake his ass up and come eat then dug in not caring to wait for
either of the boys to join me. I was on to checking my morning messages
when I saw an unread text from my nephew. Thinking he'd probably sent it to
ask if we wanted breakfast, I opened it to clear the red bubble.

He'd said nothing about breakfast. There instead was a link to the Ring
website... Followed by "Sorry I didn't make it in time for the live show
Unc. ;-)" What the royal fuck?

I clicked the hyperlinked text and a grainy black and white video started
playing. There Luke was splayed on the counter as I ate him open. The sound
was muffled. The video was dark. There was no denying what was happening
though. The living room Ring cam was angled perfectly to look through the
arch of the kitchen. The island framed almost dead center in the fucking
doorway. It perfectly captured the lurid scene.

I nearly ran to the bathroom. Hiding from my nephew as I tried to figure
out just how much he'd seen. Scrubbing through the video it became evident
the Ring had caught it all. I was nearing what had to be the end of the
clip. Luke now left the screen as I began putting on my robe. The quick
conversation Brad and I had last night sped by as I kept scrubbing. He left
the kitchen and then so did I. My screen went pitch black just after I
could be seen flipping the lights off.

I was still processing what I had seen. I lurched and nearly dropped my
phone when the lights flashed brightly on again on my screen.

Brad was back in the kitchen. Waving directly at the camera. Grinning
excitedly. He stripped the t-shirt from his torso in one fluid pull. A move
he had perfected in high school after seeing some hot as fuck douche do it
in a movie we'd watched. I laughed then. I was much more impressed by the
sexy efficiency of it in this context. He next paused, still grinning at
the camera, then looked down his finely bulked torso. Hairless, jacked and
panting from his deep almost shaky breathing. He ran his hands from his
stunningly inflated pectorals. Fingers grazing the shaved skin. He cupped
each pec making them bounce, his wide chest tattoo almost dancing as he
toyed with himself. He moved on now. He lingered on the deep lines of his
abs. Tracing the trenches that made up his 8 pack. He tickled his cum
gutters, an impish giggle could be heard then.

My mouth fell open in shock as I watched him palm the bulge in his
jeans. He looked back at me now, back at the camera. I debated stopping the
video. I was both scared of and hoping for what I knew was about to
happen. He unzipped. His hands wrestled his impressive cock free from its
denim confines. I knew he was cut. Even in the grainy footage it was
apparent his slit was wet. I licked my lips unconsciously as he began
stroking. His head falling back as I could hear a loud load groan blast
from the speakers of my iPhone. He was tugging at his prick with
purpose. Beads of sweat ran down my face and onto my screen as I was
overwhelmed by what I watched. Brad's head fell forward and his eyes opened
as he still manipulated his fat shaft.

Then he abruptly stopped.

A change of heart?

No.

He wouldn't have sent this to me if that was the case.

He was still in the kitchen, having walked just out of frame from what the
camera could see. Something new had stolen his attention.

I held my breath, and my cock I realized.

He popped back in the shot carrying something in his hands. Holding the
item to his nose as he again made eye contact with the camera once
more. That was it. Whatever he held up caused him to go fucking primal as
he sniffed it. His body shook as his hips violently thrust forward to meet
his gripping palms. He rushed over to the island now. Standing basically
where I had been as I pounded Luke out. He slammed the mystery item on the
counter as he beat his dick furiously and I could finally make it out. My
shorts. The kinky fucker had been huffing my crotch stink as he made this
smut.

 My cock was leaking, aching hard, in my hand now as I sat on the toilet
watching the boy I raised lose himself in lust. Lust for me? For Luke? I
was debating giving in and full on stroking as I watched but before I could
my nephew was convulsing on the screen while coating the shorts in a
sizable load. I had been so caught up in the video that I didn't notice it
had reached its end. My chest was heaving as my dick throbbed. I reached in
my pocket and pulled out his improvised cum rag. The stains made sense
now. The same ones I had claimed as milk that I spilt. My fingers traced
the swaths of dried semen...

I was broken from my lustful panicked stupor by a rustling at the
thankfully locked door.

"Hurry up PLEASE!" It was Luke finally awake. His voice squeaked, clearly
needing in.

We were down to one bath now as we'd already started the construction in
the master. I had to let him in. I told him I'd only be a minute longer
then tried to get myself back in control of my body. I chose to start by
sliding the cum crusted shorts up my legs. I pretended it was to help
contain my cartoonishly bloated cock but the reality was I just wanted to
feel them on my skin. I pulled the belt of the robe TIGHT and prayed it
would flatten my cock to my abs. I calmed my face the best I could and slid
the pocket door open.

Luke was still there waiting to rush in. He closed the door and shouted
he'd be out soon for his waffle. He knew under normal circumstances I'd eat
it if he didn't hurry. Food however was the farthest thing from my mind as
I walked slowly back to the dining room.

Brad was seated next to where I'd left my plate, quite cheerily eating his
food. He looked happier than he had in months. He looked up when he heard
footsteps.

"It's getting cold Unc." He chortled flashing a reprimanding face. "I work
my ass off for you in that kitchen and this is the thanks I get?"

Bastard.

"You didn't have to." The words left my mouth expressionlessly. His joke
hinting at far more than just the breakfast he'd made for me.

He must have sensed how serious I had become. He softly set his fork down
on the rim of his plate. I caught his eyes flicker away and followed his
gaze. There was the damn Ring camera. My head dropped, feeling weighed down
by the endless questions that rang out in it.

"I wanted to Unc, needed to. I told you. I wanna make you proud, Sir."

There was that sentence again. Nearly the same one Luke had shouted out as
we both shot our loads not even a dozen hours earlier.

 It felt like a lifetime ago.

I wanted to scream as I looked up at Brad. I opened my mouth and was about
to. Then I stopped. He looked so boyish to me again, so meek, so eager for
my approval. The urge to scream was replaced by and even more intense urge
to walk over and kiss him. To give him my approval. I wanted to taste the
butter still smeared on his lips, remnants from his sloppy eating. I wanted
IT. I was hungrier than I knew I could be anymore. I was a seasoned pig but
this was new even to a dirty fucker like me. He saw my eyes. It was obvious
I was seeing him as a piece of meat finally.

Or finally admitting that I did at least.

"I..." I was interrupted by the sound of Luke walking past me. "...am
starving." I managed to get out. I sat and started eating. Looking only at
the food in front of me. Two of us at that table had an idea of what I was
really starving for.

Brad once again prevented awkwardness for Luke's sake. He started
animatedly asking my boy something about Madden and I was off the hook for
now. Both of them kept stealing suspicious little glances my way as I zoned
out. How could I possibly fix this?

I finished eating and excused myself. I headed to our room to change out of
the rank shorts I still had on. Once they were off though I palmed
them. Bringing them slowly to my nose as I drank in the new odor my nephew
had left behind. It smelled so much like my own loads as it mixed with my
own lingering scent. I smirked at the mix of the two. Goddamn. I barely had
time to hide the shorts once more as Luke flung our door open a bit too
enthusiastically.

"He definitely knows we `christened' his kitchen." He giggled as he said
it.

"WHAT?" What had Brad said when I left the table.

"He made a comment about how much more comfortable I seemed in the kitchen
since the remodel. But the way he said it... he was implying something for
sure. You know how his voice gets when he's fishing for info." I
did. Frisky, damn near seductive. "Did he say anything to you?" I relaxed a
tad assuming that Brad was just teasing Lukey over breakfast.

"You certainly seemed comfortable last night." The words sounding off, even
to my own ears.

I could see that my tone worried my boy but he tried to playfully harass me
anyway.

"Do we need to be less adventurous Daddy? Is it weirding you out that he
knows you wreck my hungry boy cunt all over his house?"

Little shit.

"It's not that at all bubba. It's..." What was it? What could I say?

I stared blankly at him.

"Is it because you LIKE that he knows?" Luke's hazel eyes were even with
mine.

"Leave it alone."

"Babe I..."

"Leave it alone? Please." My eyes implored him to listen and he acquiesced.

"Okay Baby Bear." He only called me that when he knew I was being
sensitive. He walked over to kiss my bearded cheek then said he had to
shower and get ready for a shopping trip with his bestie.

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I hid myself away in our room for the rest of the day. With Luke gone I
didn't want to encourage anymore alone time between my Brad and I. Not
until I knew I could trust myself to say and do the right thing. Whatever
that was. I could hear him making noise around the house, like he was
trying to get my attention. When that failed he eventually chose to be
direct. Hence the knock at my door that now had me holding my breath. I
tried to think of something simple I could say to make him go away.

"It's open." I responded quietly when nothing simple came to mind.

"Thought you could probably use one of these too." He strode quickly over
to me and offered a beer. I took it clumsily. He sat on the edge of my bed
before I could react or ask him to go. He was facing the wall more than
me. The vastness of his frame caused the mattress to shift as he tried to
get comfortable. I took a long pull from bottle still unsure what exactly
to say to him.

"It's not the first time I've seen you go at it you know?" He apparently
was leaning all the way in. Braver than I was. "You caught me plenty when
I'd spy back in the day. Like that one time..." He was lost in a memory.

I found my voice to stop him from continuing.

"That was different." I guzzled most of the beer. An attempt to compose
myself.  "It was different kid. You were young. You were curious. You
didn't know any better."

"I'm still pretty young. Still curious. Maybe I still don't know better? Or
just maybe I do." He was trying so hard to be positive about this.

"Bradley," his eyes rolled at that, "You know what I fucking mean!" I was
livid. Pissed the fuck off that he was forcing us to lay it all out.

"And you know what I fucking want!" He stood now. Matching my volume as he
did. His frame heaving violently as he spat the words at me.

What exactly did he think I knew?

"All those little fuckers. All those years. All taking what I couldn't."

He was brave, unflinching, as he said it.

"You don't mean that." I said, truly hoping he didn't.

This couldn't end well if he did.

He guffawed at me. "I guess I'll just have to prove it."

He left my room with no further action or words and for the second time
that day he let me off the hook.

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Weeks went by and while the tension never fully eased between Brad and I we
did find our groove again. The playful banter and joking flirtation
returned too, albeit with a new heat simmering just under the surface. Each
day my fear he was going to `prove it', as he threatened, got smaller and
smaller. Our unique comradery seemed intact.

That same comradery was having an effect on us all by now. Our competitive
one upmanship was bulking all of our frames rather impressively. Each of us
had modified his own gym routine repeatedly in attempts to outdo the
others. It was a comical yet fun extra push. Luke decided he wanted to take
it more seriously though when one Saturday, after a killer chest day, he
asked if we could take some measurements to start tracking his increased
muscle growth. It was a great idea. I told him I would track my numbers
too. He said he'd ask Brad if he wanted in.

It became a Saturday `ritual' from then on. We'd kill a morning workout and
then break out the measuring tape. Bragging rights for the week on the
line. Oddly Brad took charge of the whole thing once Luke told him the
plan.

That's how it ended up being Brad's hands that took both Luke and my
measurements. He'd told my boyfriend in a moment of brotherly chiding that
it was to prevent us from throwing wood.

"You two can't seem to touch without something coming up."

 We had all laughed but knew he was far from wrong. Right or wrong I
suspected he had other motivations for wanting to be the one measuring me

I agreed to his `logic' hesitantly. Deciding this would be how I proved
that the fucker didn't have the sexual hold over me that he hoped
to. Whether I was proving it to him or myself I really wasn't sure.

My nephew was never subtle and this was no exception. His meaty palms
lingered on and grazed areas they had no real reason to be touching,
getting a bit bolder each week. It was maddening and inappropriate and not
a single one of us dare acknowledge it. I had taken to seeding Luke as
close to measuring time as possible. Telling him those Saturday workouts
just got me extra riled up. They did. I wasn't lying to him. What I didn't
say was that I also knew it gave me the best chance of keeping my cock down
while Brad `took my numbers'. I had a plan and I was sticking to it.

What none of us accounted for was how much my little lover would come to
enjoy `measuring' my nephew's action figure like physique.

My plan hadn't prepared me for the desire it would stir up deep in my gut
and loins. It was the only time during the `ritual' that my cock ended up
getting hard, rock fucking hard. My boy's member was rigid during these
moments too. Of course never one to be left out my nephew's imposing shaft
would then snake the leg of the skin tight under armor he wore each
Saturday. I'd originally brushed off my nephew's request of being the one
to take his measurements to prevent my own arousal from showing
through. Luke volunteered for the task naturally assuming it just made
sense he could do it. The result was all of our arousal showing through
instead.

That's how I ended up rock hard and leaking in my jock for the seven
excruciating minutes it took my baby boy to measure my nephew each
week. Six minutes more than necessary we al knew.

It went on like that for a couple more weeks.

It went on like that until the weekend Luke was gone.

He'd headed out for a three-day weekend trip with friends the evening
prior. I'd been invited to tag along on camping but I knew he needed some
time with his crew and he knew I was more of an `indoor bear', especially
with possible rain that weekend. He'd kissed me goodbye and said to save
some seed for when he got home. He knew my favorite pastime whenever I had
alone time was to popperbate. I'd bashfully said I'd try to not drain my
balls.

With the boy gone I'd decided to give myself a much needed rest day from
all responsibilities.

I indulged in my own `nature' that morning with a little wake and bake. I'd
been avoiding my love of weed to keep the munchies from ruining my recent
gym progress. Today I said fuck it. I leaned in, popping an edible an hour
before lunchtime deciding to make the most of my munchies when the time
came. This is why I couldn't be trusted with weed. It made me HUNGRY. I was
pleasantly baked by the time I heard Brad getting in from wherever he had
rushed off to that morning.

I was laughing my ass off watching Bob's Burgers when there was a knock at
my door.

My nephew had been stoned with me plenty of times. But for whatever reason
I felt embarrassed at the thought of him seeing me in my current state. I
realized I was taking too long to respond. The weed interfering with my
reaction speed.

"Sounds, and smells, like someone is enjoying his alone time." Brad said as
he opened my door apparently tired of waiting for an invitation in.

My nephew stood there laughing.

His body took up the entire fucking doorframe.

"What'd I say about smoking in my house old man?" He crossed his arms
trying to mimic my posture from the few times I'd disciplined him in high
school. He was getting a kick out of our little role reversal.

As I attempted (struggled) to craft a clever response I noticed for the
first time that he'd just gotten home from the gym. His under armor clung
tight and wet to his post pump body leaving nothing to the imagination. I
next noticed the tape measure in his hand. My mouth suddenly was dry.

Fuck.

"I think I'll skip the `ritual' this week kid. My lazy ass didn't lift shit
but the bong today. I don't need to know how deflated I am." I tried to
sound convincing. I took a hit from my pen to drive home just how lazy I
was being.

"Bullshit." He coughed.

I ignored him and turned my head back to the show naively hoping that would
be the end of it.

"You're a fucking pussy." His eyes were on me defiantly as I looked at him
again. "But whatever you can just take my numbers."

Fuck again. He got me there. He knew it too from the triumphant look on his
face. If I fought him on this it would be too obvious. He extended his arm
and tossed the loose measuring tape at my face. I picked it up as it fell
on my exposed chest cleavage. I was in a stringer tank but it covered
almost nothing.

"Fine. Goddamn pest." I huffed as I got up. A wee bit dizzy from my high.

"Whatever. You love me."

He stepped closer and lifted his arms up wanting me to start with his
chest. My hands fumbled getting the tape around his thickness. As I
stretched it into place around his sides, they grazed his rank wet pits. It
was like a jolt to my cock. I took a deep breath through my nose without
thinking.

I glared at him as he just stood there grinning like an idiot.

I looked down and was impressed to see he was quickly approaching my own
chest size, an unofficial goal I knew he long had.

"48.5 inches, that's up from last week."

"I bet I'm bigger than ya." He raised his eyebrows devilishly as he said
it. "Seeing as you're `deflated' from not working out and all." He mocked
my earlier excuse for not wanting to let him measure me.

Smug fucker.

"Bullfuckingshit." My eyes met his. My high was in FULL effect thanks to my
edible kicking in and the jolt to my cock just seconds before had gotten my
testosterone flowing. This is why I shouldn't get high. It made me HUNGRY.

I started to shimmy the tape around myself intent on proving him wrong.

"For fucks sake let me help... Daddy."

It hit like a brick.

He manipulated the tape out of my grip then it was up and around my
pecs. Smiling as his hands felt me up freely as he did it. I knew we were
in deep waters.

"50.25 inches."

I thought maybe that would end it. Maybe he'd let me off the hook once
more. No chance. He was on the ground now. Kneeling in front of me without
skipping a beat. Poorly pretending to measure my calf as I stood still,
struggling to keep my composure.

"What do you think you're doing boy?" My voice was low as I spoke. I could
feel perspiration start to drip and the fur of my madly expanding chest
began to mat. My breath ragged from the situation we found ourselves in.

"You already let me get your chest. May as well finish right?"

It was flawed reasoning but I didn't stop him. In fact I said nothing as I
looked down at his ridiculously brawny form on the carpet beneath me. He
moved on to the other calf quickly. If he was saying fake measurements out
loud I didn't hear him. I didn't hear anything. Didn't do anything.

 Until I did.

 He eyed my thighs as his next target.

That's when I did it. Brazenly I widened my stance then looked ahead at the
wall.

Over the next five minutes my cock grew to its full size and then some. His
hands still held the tape measure but the guise was long gone. He pawed at
my lower half as I finally allowed him to explore me without reprimand. My
thighs and juicy bear butt entranced him for a good while. But it wasn't
enough. It wasn't what he was here for.

"Can I measure this muscle Daddy?" He was actively trying to sound like
Luke now.

I knew which `muscle' he meant without needing to look.  I let my gaze
lower finally.

His lips quivered and he opened his mouth. He said nothing though. Staring
captivated as I made my prick pulse through my grey sweats for him. Before
he could speak again my voice broke the thick heady silence.

"If you think you can really handle it then fucking DO IT." I shocked
myself when the words came out in a low rumble. More a growl than a
sentence. "But once you start it's not over `til Daddy says so. You got
that boy?" I spat the last word.

He nodded yes gently and for the first time looked nervous. It was
cute. Now that I almost taunted him to do it he was shy. It made my shaft
throb again and he couldn't help but lick his lips as he saw. He overcame
his nerves. My sweats were coming down. My cock springing free like an
X-rated jack in the box. My viscous pre cum flying at his face as my Daddy
dick made its presence fully known.

FUCK.

His hands found their way around my shaft for the first time.

It was electric.

I knew right then that I had to make up for all the moments we'd missed out
on. I grabbed the pen on my bed and took another long hit. I was letting
the beast out. I brought the pen to his lips and told him to suck. Always
one to try and show off he ended up taking too much, coughing like a little
bitch. His eyes watered and instantly the pervert in me smiled knowing I'd
soon be making them tear up much worse.

"Lick my slit kid." Another jolt of electricity shot through me as I said
the words. If the widening of his eyes was any indication it shot through
Brad too.

"Yes Dad."

There it was. He knew it was the kink I most preferred. My not so secret
taboo. He had heard countless boys over the years beg for their `dad' to
use them.

	"I wanna taste the cock that made me." His cheeks were burning
crimson as he said it. Shocking even himself I'd venture to guess.

	"Fucking faggot. PROVE IT." I threw his past words in his face as I
laughed mockingly.

	He did.

Brad opened his mouth wide and began lapping his tongue across my flared
cockhead like a little boy with a giant ice cream cone. The taste of my pre
was known to be pungent but he definitely didn't seem to care. He seemed to
relish in it.

He was in heaven, his eyes glazed over from lust and weed.

	I gripped the sides of his head now. The feel of his fresh high and
tight against my hands felt noticeably different than my boyfriend's soft
curls. I looked down on him as he eagerly was attempting to work my shaft
into his throat. I chuckled as he began to gag. Then I flinched.

	"Teeth!"

	"I'm sorry. I can do better Dad."

	I didn't doubt for a second he could, with a bit of practice he'd
be a top tier cocksucker. He opened wider anxious to try again. I brought
my right hand down to his chin brushing his rugged stubble as I did. I
decided I wanted to see just how sure of his little plan he'd actually
been.

	"Are you really READY for me son?" I thwacked his new favorite
snack hard on his left cheek encouraging him to answer me.

	"Wha... what'd you mean Daddy?" He was red in the face again.

	"I think you know what I mean baby. Did you get ready for Daddy?" I
slowly tapped his colossal ass with my foot. Making sure there was zero
ambiguity.

	"I got ready the best I could Dad." His voice was quiet but
hopeful.

	That was confirmation enough for this pig.

"Get on your back kid."

	He slowly stood. Looking at the bed and then back at me.

	Was he unsure? I should have never let this...

	"I have to do this first!" He shouted and lunged.

 My lips, the target of his attack, parted as his tongue engulfed mine. I
realized how long he'd had to hold back from doing this. Then I had a
scorching flashback remembering the moment over breakfast when I had fought
this same urge to lunge for him. It was on. I brought my arms around his
double wide of a back and spun him while pushing him flat against the
nearest wall.

For countless minutes we were men possessed. Hands groped ravenously at
every inch of flesh we'd previously left untouched. Numerous times our
tongue fuck was interrupted by one of us needing to take a second to pig
out in the other's ripe underarms. It was while I was burying my nose deep
in said pits that I realized he was still fully dressed. I on the other
hand was buck naked having wriggled free of my sweats and stringer at some
unrecalled point.

"Strip that shit off." I pushed away from him so he could oblige me.

He ripped it off clumsily, not even attempting to be sexy. Simply trying to
make me happy as fast as he could. Once again eager for my approval. As I
took in each mound of his bulging body I knew our make out session was
over. I stepped towards the bed and once again told him to get on his
back. This time there was no hesitation.

"Pull your knees to your tits son. Show Dad that big boy cunt." I
instructed him as my own knees touched the carpet.

He did as he was told and there in front of me was his beautiful pussy. His
hairy ass looked much like mine, plenty of fuzz all growing denser as it
approached the main prize. It looked and smelled ripe for cock. I first
buried my nose deep in his exposed pubes, ignoring for now his aching
rod. I traced my nose and then my tongue up and down his rough taint. His
whimpers encouraged me to proceed.

"You have a such a yummy looking hole son."

"It's not too hairy for you..."

He was worrying about the fact that I'd often mentioned my love of a
hairless pussy. I did love it. But I equally loved this. Luke and I would
often let his fur grow back in. He'd role play he was someone else those
weeks, a jock who caught my eye at an open house maybe. We always found
something new. This wasn't something Brad was privy to at this time though.

I brought my middle fingers to what would soon become his gaping cunt and
began playing with the hairs around it.

"It's. Fucking. Perfect." With each word I paused to kiss his hairy pucker.

"FUUUUCK DAD!" His whimpers becoming shouts of pleasure.

"You better not cum faggot!" I snarled at him and then dove my tongue into
his hole.

He tasted like MAN. Fuck I'd missed that. I loved Luke more than anything
and this notwithstanding I had been only with him the last stretch of
months. His boy cunt was perfection. But if there was yin to balance that
yang than it was the man cunt I found myself slurping on.

I was done prolonging it. I didn't even really know how long I had waited
for this but I was done waiting. I got to my feet. I leaned over him and
put my big paws on his hands. The hands that still clasped his knees,
pulling his immense legs up and wide to expose himself. My cock head hit
his hole as I moved. His eyes shot WIDE.

"Not yet son."

I ran my hands down his trunks slowly. Feeling the curves and striations as
I went. I stepped back as my palms reached his meaty cheeks. I scanned my
bedside table quickly, for the poppers I'd opened the night before. I
handed the bottle to my nephew. He knew what to do. He'd often seen me use
them at clubs or shows during the short time we went out together in his
early twenties. As he took the bottle I grabbed his legs with my hands. He
took a hit of poppers as I slowly folded him forward, bringing his feet to
rest on my well rounded shoulders.

He looked up at me now with pure bliss. He handed me the little brown
bottle and then locked his hands behind his head exposing his bare rank
pits. Flexing his arms lewdly as he did it. I'd need a taste of those
soon. He looked ready to become a muscle cunt in every way.

I quickly took my own hits of poppers.

I reached back between us. I grabbed my pulsing shaft and lined the
engorged purple head up to meet his pucker, this time on purpose. I spit a
large gob at my shaft, a skill I had taken the time to perfect over the
years. I moved my cock head up and down along Brad's ass crack. Each time
my head passed his hole his breath caught. Each time I pressed at it with
just a bit more pressure.

"I love you kid."

I forced myself in.

I felt the pop as his virgin cunt was given no choice but to open.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck." His right hand reached frantically for
poppers. His left clenched the pillow beside him.

It was clear he needed to open a lot more and fast. I spit in my hand and
then told him to do the same. More I barked. I reached between us to
slather the mixture on the rest of my shaft. I told him to wait to take a
hit until I said to and to do it deep in each nostril. I was going to coach
him every step of the way if need be. Come hell or high water I wasn't
stopping until I planted my seed in the bitch.

"NOW!"

I inched into him, no I centimetered into him. Letting the poppers do their
job and letting the new feeling of being cunted take over his body. I
looked down and my nephew was softly crying.

"I can't fucking believe it Unc. FINALLY. Finally, finally." He held back
his sobs and managed to breathe out the words `I love you' so soft I could
only understand by reading his bright red lips.

The lips of a brand new cocksucker.

"Fuck kid. My fucking boy. My fucking baby boy."

When he heard me call him `mine' he became savage again.

His eyes still wet now had their hunger back completely.

"Make me YOUR boy Unc. Please. Give it to me like you do Lukey. Rape my
fucking cunt. Rape your other baby boy."

His filthy plea ignited the powder keg.

That's how I ended up here. Lost in ecstasy as I pounded my thick uncut
bear cock deep into the welcoming and eager hole of my muscle god of a
nephew. I was long dicking him now. Each stroke outward emptied his no
longer cherry tunnel. Each stroke in filled it roughly back up. I rutted
over him. Both of us drenched profusely in sweat. I thrusted deep into him
until I feared he actually couldn't take anymore. His voice had long gone
quiet. Words replaced by lustful little grunts as I caused his mass to
shake forcefully beneath me. The scent in the room fueled me. I bucked into
him as I breathed it deeply in. I could almost even smell Luke I imagined.

Wait.

I could smell Luke.

I looked up from my nephew just in time to see my boyfriend's hand slide
into the wide band of his favorite white jockstrap. I'm sure the intensity
of the fierce grin on my face looked damn near diabolical to my teenage
lover. But I knew he'd understand. Just like I had known deep down he'd
understand why I needed to seed my nephew. The last iota of guilt in me was
gone as I saw my baby squeezing his boy cock under the thin layers of his
jeans and jock. The sight of the two muscle beasts in heat in front of him
had broken all the barriers he had left. I couldn't help it now. Brad's
vice like grip pulsed eratically around my shaft. My boy was cumming.

Then so was I.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKK" I roared out. Small convulsions shot through
my body as I flooded the battered guts of my gorgeous nephew. My cock was
on fire. Almost in pain from the passion of it all. I focused on my
breathing. Blissful peace rushing over me.

"It's okay boys." I acknowledged both of them together.

 Forcing us all to be aware.

"It's okay." I said as I gestured for Luke to come to me.

He seemed eager but stayed still for a second.

That second felt like a lifetime as I worried he was hurt.

His eyes soon glazed and a second later he rushed from the doorway into my
outstretched arm. My hand brought him firmly against my torso. No wonder
I'd smelt him his hiking had left him perfectly pungent. I laughed at the
absurdity of it all. There I was drenched in sweat kissing the sweet
perspiration on Luke's forehead while Brad lay there still embedded on my
deflating Daddy dick. It couldn't be real. No one was this lucky.

I looked back down at my nephew. "You okay kid?"

"You wouldn't believe how truly great I am Uncle." He rarely used the full
word but when he did I knew it was sincere.

His eyes then brightened even more if possible. He smiled maniacally at
Luke. Directly at the boy.

"Seems like this kid's feeling pretty great too."

Brad's hand swatted at my leg causing me to look down. My cock nearly
hardened again when I did. His long arms had reach down to touch my young
boyfriend's leg as he stood next to me. I imagine he did it try to show
Luke some kind of comfort in the madness of this all. What he discovered
though, what I discovered now, was a giant puddle soaking the front of
Luke's jeans. I pulled his face away from mine a bit and beamed at him.

"You thought you two had all the fun?" He squeaked, sounding slightly less
cool than he was aiming for.

I stifled my own giggle now.

Luke cleared his throat dramatically.

His next words were said with full confidence and certainty...

"I call next on his cunt."

End of Chapter 2

This is chapter two in a new series chronicling the vast
escapades of Luke and Dom (and occasional guests like Brad).
As I'm just dipping my toe back into the writing game after
MANY years off I'd especially welcome feedback or critique!

TheKingDomWrites@gmail.com