Date: Sun, 23 Feb 2020 21:33:17 +0000
From: ChubbyHank <ChubbyHank@protonmail.com>
Subject: Felix Boy Part One    Incest

Felix Boy Part One

M/M/b incest

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I waited for Merle to come by and visit with me as he usually did on
Fridays. Merle was a friend from down the street. A little older than me, a
little bulkier, a little taller, but a nice man. He was a little slow
sometimes, but always of good cheer, and maybe, just maybe he was queer. I
couldn't tell from what he said to me, and I certainly didn't feel
comfortable just coming right out and asking him, but my instincts seemed
to be set off by the way he spoke and held himself sometimes. He was also a
little more affectionate than I would expect of an older straight
man. Hugs, touches and sitting close didn't seem to bother him at all, nor
myself. I liked him being a comfortable friend that way, and I never pushed
him away or said anything about it. I knew it liked that as others made it
quite clear what a weird-o they thought he was doing that around them. A
hug at the door, a lingering touch on the arm wasn't an issue for
me. Indeed, he seemed to appreciate it and was eager to come by and visit
when he was available. Friday's was the usual day as we both seemed to have
a bit of free time and family was out of the way.

My name is Chris and I'm about 6 feet tall. My skin is a barely tan white
with a thick bit of dark chest hair that runs over my slightly round
belly. Bearish? Maybe. Dad body for sure. I like the seven-inches of cock I
have and my dark pubic hair, but I really enjoy my low swinging balls. I've
always had a nice set of testicles swinging in their long, heavy bag. Even
as a boy, I loved being on my hands and knees swinging my balls back and
forth between my thighs. I could even get my legs over my head and my cock
and balls would hang down toward my face. I could not get my cock head to
my mouth as much as I wanted to, but I could suck on my balls. Doing that
gave my first dry orgasm. My little boy cock bounced up and down, and I had
no idea what was happening, but that it felt great! I tried all kinds of
ways to hump, lick, jerk on my cock and balls ever since!

I'm also married, but we are separated. My wife is still very much in my
life, as are her brothers and her sister and their children. In fact, I
regularly have to sit with my little nephew, Felix, so there's no real
drama there. If there is, it would be that I came out as a gay, or at least
a bi-sexual man to my wife. So far, only she knows. She doesn't hate me, at
least I don't believe so, as we are still so friendly, but living together
was not going to continue. She immediately moved out and set up a new life
looking for a `not gay' man to have a relationship with. She always leaves
it with a kind of joking, `I always knew it...'

As a married gay man, I tended to look for encounters with other men to
satisfy my craving when I really needed a man's long, thick cock in my
mouth, and his mouth on mine. Sometimes I could even find a man who wanted
to put his thick dick up my asshole to satisfy that craving. I could also
be easily talked into taking control of a man and hammering into his
butthole until we both cum. The quick and easy places to meet such men were
at my favorite park and at a video store.

A few days ago, I had chosen to go the park to see what I could find to
suck on. I was dressed normally for a person walking the back trails. I had
a t-shirt, shorts with no underwear on, and some sneakers. I walked along
to my usual spots, occasionally giving a rub of my package to let men know
what I needed. Passing by a usual off-road spot, I saw Merle there, in his
usual tee-shirt and jeans, turned away from me. It was Merle, I had no
doubt, that nearly bald head was unmistakable. I moved on so as not to
catch his eye. I did not know how he'd react. He might not be out here for
anything more than an afternoon walk, but if he was, he was really far off
the beaten trail. I didn't want to frighten him away from ever coming to
see me again. It was exciting to think that maybe he was as out here
looking for cock as well. Maybe he'd be interested in doing more than
watching TV with me. I thought I might try and see where I could lead him.

I peered out the window and there was Merle walking down the block and up
to my door. I pulled down on my tee-shirt and gave a quick adjust to the
flimsy shorts I was wearing, feeling very naughty with no underwear
on. Merle knocked, and I gave it a second before I jumped at the door to
open it. When the door opened, he stood there looking down at his shoes.

"Hey Chris," he said quietly in that way of his.

I ushered him in and shut the door. I came in for a hug. Not the usual, but
it wasn't out of bounds for us. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed
him. I felt his arms go around me. He was a nice comfortable man to hug and
I enjoyed getting a hold of him, but this time, I let it go on a bit.

"That's nice," he said.

"Yes," I agreed.

I moved my head and let it lie on his shoulder and just kept it up. His
hands felt up and down my back. I let it go when I felt it was a bit too
long, and I looked at him with a smile. He smiled at me with those
twinkling eyes. I thought, that was nice. I walked Merle into my TV room
and had him sit on the couch. I sat in my chair across from him all prim
and proper. We talked about the usual stuff. Turned on the TV to watch our
usual shows on the DVR, and we joked about this and that. I loved how his
big man tits filled out his shirt, and I noticed how full his package
seemed between his legs. I don't know why I was getting so horny wondering
about what I could do with this man, but I was definitely eager to see
where it would go. I got up and got us some snacks and drinks. When I sat
back in the chair, I spread my legs a bit. I don't know what he could see,
but I definitely saw his eyes go right between my legs. He had a little bit
of a blush and his conversation became more of nervous chatter. I usually
wore these shorts when I went to the video store as it was so easy for my
prick to fall out of them.

I looked at him while we talked, and I lifted my knee and put my foot up in
the chair. I was sure my cock was now showing. I knew these shorts, and if
my knee was up and the leg open, you could see right up to my cock and
balls. He became silent and stared. I scratched at my bare thigh. I
pretended to watch the TV, but every so often I caught a glimpse of him
staring up my shorts. I was getting a boner -- a nice puffy semi. I really
hoped it was out on display for him. I really enjoyed exposing myself like
that, almost as if it were an accident. I often exposed myself in different
places where I could get away with it. That thrill of being so naughty
having my dick out in public place. After a bit, I got up, my shorts still
hitched up a bit, and I went out to get fresh drinks.

"Sit here with me," Merle said as I came back into the room.

"Alright," I said sitting beside him.

He scooched up next to me and wanted to put his arm around my shoulder. I
let it happen, and I kind of cuddle up into him. We watched TV that way
until it was time for him to head back. We got up, and we spent a good
moment together hugging.

"I like your shorts," he said nervously, turning to go.

"You do?"

"Yeah, I have a pair like them," he said not looking right at me.

"Wear them next time, I'd like to see," I said.

"Okay," he said, and he left.

The next week, I waited for him to arrive. I was shirtless, shoeless and
wearing only my flimsy shorts. He walked up in his tee-shirt and jeans like
normal. I was kind of disappointed. He came in and immediately he held out
his arms to me. I shut the door before I moved into him and hugged him with
both arms in a big squeeze. His hands rubbed up and down my bare back. We
spent a while holding each other before he pulled back.

"I thought you were going to wear your shorts," I asked him.

"I am!" he said with a grin. "I wore my jeans over them because I didn't
want to walk all the way here only wearing them."

I smiled at him as he kicked off his shoes holding on to the edge of the
counter there to maintain his balance. His hands worked at the button on
his jeans opening them up, and then a quick unzipping of the fly and he was
pulling his pants down. He shuffled them off his feet and stood there
proudly in a pair of very flimsy red shorts, maybe flimsier than my blue
ones. He smiled at me with a bit of a blush, and after a hesitation, he
pulled off his shirt.

"There," he said with that naughty grin and a spread of his hands.

I moved back in to hug him wanting to feel those great titties against
me. I loved the look of his man boobs. Not floppy and fatty, but definitely
big ol' boobies. His nipples were wide flat disks, he had a little bit of
hair between his pecs. We hugged again; his body pressed up fully against
me. It was nice. I had to admit how good it felt to be in the arms of a big
man like that. When he pulled back, he kind of did a half hesitant kiss
against my face. His nipples were no longer flat. They were thick risen
nubs, as red and stiff as any woman's I'd ever been with. He looked away
with a deep blush, as I gathered some food and drinks and walked him into
the TV room. He sat on the edge of the couch. I sat in my chair.

We talked a bit.

"I don't often have my shirt off like this," he said with a grin and
another blush.

"You look great. You're really thick."

"You think so?" he said rubbing his hands over his breasts.

"Yeah, there's nothing wrong there."

"I don't always feel like I look so good," he said.

"I don't either," I said with a chuckle, "but it does feel good to just be
ourselves sometimes."

"I like that," he said nervously letting his legs slip open more.

He didn't even have to spread his legs much. His cock and balls immediately
just fell out of his shorts. That thick tube with its fleshy foreskin hung
out over a pair of balls that hung low over the edge of his seat.

"Do I look okay?"

"Like I said, you look great."

I lifted my legs into the chair, so my knees were both up and open. He
could see my cock as I felt it out against the chair. It was exciting that
we were exposing ourselves to each other, but odd that we weren't
commenting on it directly. We just kept talking about normal stuff as he
pushed himself to the edge of the couch and his knees spread wide. His cock
and balls dangled over the edge of the couch. I could see a little bit of a
glisten at the tip. I could tell at least his scrotum was shaved. My shorts
didn't open quite so much, but I showed off all I could. I got up to get
fresh snacks and he had me sit by him when I came back. I was back up under
arm, his fingers finding their way onto my hairy chest. It was then my
phone went off. I got up and snatched it off the little table by my
chair. I answered it, and I could only roll my eyes at drama on the other
end.

"Well then," I said, "just bring him here. It's okay. It's just me and
Merle watching TV like normal. No, no, just end it, and bring him
here. It's okay."

I hung up and Merle looked at me with concern.

"It's nothing. Karen just needs to bring Felix over because her husband is
an asshole and his work changed everything at the last minute -- meaning he
didn't tell Karen anything. So, I'm watching Felix today."

"Felix is your nephew?"

"Yes," I said, "You've seen him, little boy, blond hair, good kid."

"Cute," he said.

"He is that."

"He has to come now?" Merle said with just a hint of disappointment.

"Yeah, they'll be here in a little bit. It's okay. He can watch his TV, we
can talk or whatever, and then he eats some dinner and goes home."

"Okay, should I..." Merle said limply pulling at the edges of his shorts.

"Yep, we should be more presentable for Karen."

"And the boy..."

"Sure."

I got up and got dressed while Merle went to the door and retrieved his
pants and shirt from where they fell. Not much later, little Felix arrived
with a harried Karen who said someone would be back later to pick him
up. Once she left, the three of us stood looking at each other.

"Felix this Merle," I said introducing him.

Felix smiled shyly. I knelt down to Felix.

"He's a good guy. You know what he likes?"

Felix shook his head.

"He likes good hugs. Can you give Uncle Merle a good hug?"

Felix grinned a shy grin, and he turned to Merle who then with a bit of
stumble got down on his knees. The boy stepped into him and hugged his
neck. Merle put one huge hand against the boys back and held him there. He
blushed deeply as the boy gave him the best hug he could. Felix stepped
back and looked up at me.

"He's nice," the boy said.

"He is," I said. "You want to watch your show?"

Felix's eyes lit up and he ran off.

"He's really cute," Merle said almost in a whisper.

"You really think so?" I asked him.

"Yeah, he is."

"I think he's cute too," I said with a wink.

Felix was a sweet boy. He liked good hugs and he like funny cartoons. He
was kind, and he enjoyed being in my lap while we read books. He was
definitely affectionate and thoughtful. He was topped in light brown hair,
had brown eyes and pale skin that wasn't often out in the sunshine. Karen
was awfully protective of the boy. He was a little pudgy. Not fat, but
definitely he was on the pudgy side like Merle was.

I found Felix's coloring books and put them close by if he had an interest
in them. I sat beside Merle while Felix watched TV on the floor. I cuddled
up into the big man who was a little nervous with Felix there.

"It's okay, he likes cuddles too. He won't care."

I rubbed over Merle's belly with my hand and winked at him. My head
eventually was on his shoulder, his arm over mine, his shirt raised over
the mound of his belly where my wandering hand eventually pushed it up
to. When TV was over, we ate a little something and went back to the TV
room. I sat next to Merle and called Felix to sit with us. He was a little
unsure, but I told him to sit up here with Merle and myself. He climbed up
and I had him sit basically in Merle's lap and lay back against him. Merle
hesitantly put his hand over Felix's belly and kept him snug and safe.

"He's soft like the couch," Felix said with Merle's belly chuckling under
him. "I like this man."

"I like you too," Merle said with a silly grin.

Felix talked a blue streak about silly stuff. Merle's hand rubbed Felix's
belly and his fingers scratched at the top of his legs. I laughed at Felix
and kept him going. I rubbed at his legs and put my hand over Merle's. I
kissed Felix's head and he laughed at me and pushed me away.

"He's so cute," Merle whispered.

I looked up at Merle, his flushed face shining just over Felix's head. His
nipples were tall thick peaks against his tee-shirt. He was turned on in a
major way holding little Felix. I knew the boy had his charms but hadn't
really thought of him in that sexy kind of way. It was a turn on thinking
how Merle might be getting horny over this little boy. Maybe there was
something really naughty to pursue there. That was going to be a good to
think about while I jerked off later. Soon, Felix's dad collected him, and
the house was much quieter all of a sudden. Merle had to go as well,
thanking me over and over for letting him spend the day with Felix.

"Maybe I could make that a regular thing?" I asked him.

"That might be nice..." he said quietly.

I hugged him again. He hugged me back for a good long while. He kissed my
cheek when we parted. With a deeply red face he left. This was going to be
really interesting. I couldn't wait for next weekend with little Felix and
his Uncle Merle.

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