Date: Tue, 09 Nov 2021 20:20:46 +0000 From: awb_1971 Subject: My Uncle, My Brother and Me, Part Five All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and teenage boys within a family setting. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material. This is a fantasy only, a safe place to revisit memories of burgeoning sexuality. I do not condone in any way the sexual exploitation of minors. Keep such fantasies in the imagination only. Please donate to nifty.org (https://donate.nifty.org). It is the only way to keep this site up and running. Any feedback please to awb-1971@protonmail.com Chapter Nine The feel of my Uncle's cum splattering on my face had excited me, the size and weight of his fully adult cock enthralled me. I wanted more from him, and I wondered how to involve him more in our sex games. One evening a few weeks later, after Doug had cum all over my chest whilst sitting on my face, my tongue exploring his hole, savouring its taste, I left myself unfinished, telling Doug I would wank off later. He nodded, climbed into his bed and was quickly asleep, his breathing hitting a familiar pattern. Uncle was still up, I knew, as I could see a leak of light under the door from the landing. I decided to pay him a visit. I headed off, naked, downstairs and found my Uncle watching TV. `I am having a problem getting to sleep Uncle, can I sit with you for a bit?' Uncle nodding his assent without looking round. He looked slightly taken back when I plonked down naked next to him, my cock stiffening in anticipation. `Is it the stiffy that is stopping you sleep?' he asked, pulling a wry face at me. `Well, a bit.' I looked up at him. `You don't mind it do you?' `No,' he replied, `I have seen it before but usually in company with your brother.' I wiggled closer to him, nestling my body against his. As I looked down, I could see a stirring in his jeans. Uncle shifted slightly uncomfortably. He turned the TV off, leaving us in an intimate silence. `Mikey,' he said, `I don't want to ever take advantage of you or hurt you at all. Doug is closer to your age. That seems more OK somehow.' `Yeah, but you like to watch though? And you did shoot all over my face that time.' `I'm sorry Mikey, that was wrong of me really.' I had wondered why Uncle hadn't shown himself at the bedroom door recently. He was feeling guilty for getting off watching two young teens wank and suck each other off. `I wanted you to watch us. And so did Doug. I liked it.' I looked up at him. `And so did you.' `Yes,' he sighed, `I did like watching.' `So why did you stop?' `Because I felt I shouldn't want that from you.' `You wanted more?' Uncle shifted uncomfortably again, fighting his sexual urge and his sense of guardianship to the two of us. I reached across to his crotch and gently stroked his bulge. `Mikey, no' said Uncle softly, although he didn't do anything physical to stop me. I kept going, rubbing the bulge of his shaft and running down to between his legs where his ballsack was pushed in by his clothes. My own cock bobbed and twitched as I did so. Uncle slowly spread his legs, allowing my hand to coax his cock further. His hands went to his belt and started to unfasten it. He paused in the act. `Is it okay if I unbutton my jeans Mikey?' I nodded. `I don't want to force or push you into anything you don't want to do.' I wanted to wank and suck on his cock, and taste his rich cum in my mouth. But I wasn't going to tell him that quite so directly, he would likely freak out. Go slowly, I thought, go slowly. His belt and top button opened, I moved to pull his zip down. His jeans fell open and revealed his tight black jockey shorts, and the now bulging cock they contained. I stroked his cock again and was rewarded with the appearance of a slowly spreading damp patch of his ooze on his pants. After a minute or two of stroking I paused. `Seems a bit unfair here.' I said. Uncle looked at me questioningly. `Well, I'm naked, you are fully clothed.' Uncle stared at me for a few moments, uncertain what to do. I leant back and stroked my own throbbing cock, arching my body up to show my hairy armpits, flat pale tummy and chest to their best advantage. A trail of hair linked my navel with my pubes, although otherwise I was still smooth, and I knew this was as sexy as hell. Uncle seemed to make his mind up, stood up and started to remove his clothes. The shirt came off revealing his wide chest, furry, with large nipples buried in the dark hair. The jeans were taken off completely, his thick-set hairy thighs contrasting with my own slender smooth ones. Finally, the jockey shorts came off and I was able to really focus on his manhood. I had of course seen it before, but only when I was involved with Doug's in a close-up kind of way, so I took the opportunity to drink this in. Uncle's cock was longer than Doug's, although that seemed to be getting bigger every time he got it out, with Doug at around 5 and a bit inches, Uncle was nearer 7. It was thick, slightly curved upward, his cock head peeping through his foreskin. Underneath his balls nestled in their own enticing thicket of hair, large and inviting. Uncle stood, uncertain what to do next. I patted the sofa and he sat down next to me. Our warm bodies met, his fur against my smooth skin, and we rubbed against each other with an erotic charge. I reached one hand over and wrapped it around his cock, feeling its warmth, its strength, and its softness. I caressed its length slowly, running my fingers along the length of the shaft, teasing around the head, then back to the base, burying my fingers in his bush before following around to his balls. Uncle shifted and moaned as I slowly wanked his twitching cock, precum slipping out of the slit at the top in an enticing sticky flow. I dabbed a finger in it and raised it to my lips, tasting its sweetness on my tongue. As I did so a blob of precum emerged from my own cock, so I reached down, gathered it on a finger and raised it to Uncle's mouth. He tasted the sweetness and took my fingers into his mouth, sucking on them. I pulled them away and dropped down to the floor, kneeling in front of his manhood. I leant in and took the tip into my mouth. This was only the second cock I had ever tasted, and I was interested know if it seemed different from Doug's. It was different, and yet familiar. The warmth of it, the taste was similar, perhaps a little muskier, but the size made quite a difference. This cock seemed to fill my mouth more, weigh more on my tongue. I could take Doug's cock easily into my mouth down to the root, but this would be more of a challenge. I slowly increased the bobbing of my head, dipping down a little further each time. My Uncle placed his hands on my shoulders, rubbing them around to my back, down my chest and back to my shoulders again, rubbing, massaging, encouraging but never forcing, letting me take my own pace. I found a depth and rhythm that seemed to work well. I couldn't quite take all of his cock, but only an inch or so remained outside my mouth. My bobbing continued, my tongue wrapping itself round his cock, massaging the shaft and tip as it moved into my throat and back. I suspected Uncle hadn't had a blowie for a while, and certainly not from a naked fourteen year old!, so it did not take long for his climax to build to appoint of no return. `I'm gonna cum Mikey!' he warned me. I needed no warning, I knew the signs, the involuntary thrusting, rough fucking my mouth, the increase in pulse and breathing, the tensing of the body under me. I wanted to taste him, I badly wanted to swallow his spunk, so I kept going and was rewarded with a gush of warm cum, filling my mouth and rushing down my throat. I sucked a little more, draining his balls of as much as I could until I felt his tension subside, his body relax, and his cock begin to soften a little. I stood up, my erection pointing towards him. He leant forward, opening his mouth to swallow my cock and my balls in one smooth move. I gasped at the sensation, my hips squirming as he sucked hard on my cock. I tried to treasure the moment, to delay, to hold back, but the sight of my cock vanishing into my Uncle's mouth, the taste of his cum still in my mine, soon tipped me over the edge. Uncle sensed the rising crisis and released my balls, which now rolled about in the temperature shift from his hot mouth to the colder room. I could now start to fuck my cock into his mouth. He grabbed my buttocks, pulling me in to him in time with own thrusting, his fingers digging into my crack, driving me over the edge as I exploded into his mouth, trembling and blinded with my climax, pouring my boyjuice down his throat in what seemed like a never-ending flood. But of course it did end, and I pulled away, gasping with the excitement of it all. My Uncle was smiling at me. `I think we may have crossed a line,' he said. `Obliterated it.' I agreed. Finally, I had got Uncle to be more than an observer, he was a participant. We had tasted each other's cum, and were on a new basis in our relationship, and I couldn't have been happier about it. Chapter Ten. Uncle called us from work one evening, just a few days later -- `Gonna be late tonight boys, do yourself some supper, I think there's some pizzas in the freezer.' I saw then an opportunity to get Doug to the next level with me. I wanted his cock in me. `Let's put on Uncle's porno tape.' Doug looked at me, grinning. `OK' he replied. `Where is it?' I rummaged around the video cabinet and found some hidden at the back, flat on so they didn't seem to be there. They had no labels, but their card boxes were battered looking, so I guessed these were them. I slipped the first one into the machine and pressed play. A tinny pop soundtrack and some grainy shots of a highway in America appeared. I don't remember the title now, probably `Highway 69s' or `Hitch-Hiker Riders' or something like that. A cute guy walking along the road was hailed by a passing van. Accepting a lift, he jumped in. The driver got his cock out and started wanking himself, and the hitch-hiker bent over to blow him. You know the kind of thing. The blowing seemed to take forever, the soundtrack punctuated by `yeah man, suck that big cock' and `you like that baby, don't ya?' Doug was gripped, his crotch straining. So was mine. I unzipped and pulled my trousers and pants down and started playing with my cock. Doug then did the same, his stiffness gleaming with precum already. Finally, they pulled over (in the film, I mean) and got out the cab and went the back of the truck. They climbed in and the hitch hiker slowly stripped off. The driver took a turn sucking him, kneeling on the mats in the back of the conveniently empty van, the hitch hiker fucking the guy's mouth slowly, his buttocks clenching as he did so. The oral stopped and the hitch hiker dropped to all fours, his arse waving in the air. The driver stripped off all his clothes and knelt behind the hiker. His huge cock, about 9 inches long I guessed, and thick, headed towards the hiker's hole. Spitting on it for lubricant, the cock entered the hiker, who moaned `yeah fuck me, fuck me with that big cock, oh yeah baby, all the way'. The drivers cock slowly pushed its way into the hiker's arse, burying itself to the root, his balls resting on the hiker's thighs. I glanced at Doug who was clearly fascinated by what he saw, his cock ram rod stiff even though he wasn't touching it. `That looks like fun' I said. Doug didn't reply, but carried on watching the couple on screen, the thrusting increasing, the camera focussing on the cock plungering its way in and out of the hiker's hole. My attention wandered between the screen and my brother. `Yeah' he said in final reply, `It does....' He looked across at me. I grinned. `Do you want to try it? Fucking?', he asked. I nodded. `I want you to fuck me.' I said, for the avoidance of doubt. He smiled slowly back. `Yeah, I would like that.' The scene had reached its climax, with the driver pulling his cock out and spraying all over the hiker's back. He shoved his cock back into the wanking hiker, who dumped his load on the mats on the floor. I decided to leave the tape running in the background as the hitch hiker was dropped off in a town somewhere and we followed him to a motel as the van drove away. I stood up and removed the rest of my clothing, and Doug did the same. As the film moved onto a conversation, with knowing smiles, between the check-in guy and the hitcher, I knelt on all fours, my bottom in the air, my hole exposed. Doug quickly headed to the kitchen, his erection bobbing up and down as he went. He was back quickly with a bottle of vegetable oil. He opened the bottle and tipped a little onto his fingers, smeared my hole and slid a digit in. I was used to his finger in me now, and although I was impatient to get his cock, I savoured the feeling of his finger in me, manipulating my rectal walls, stimulating my ring. The single finger was soon replaced by two, then three, fingers. The screen showed the hitcher being fucked by the clerk. They were clearly quicker off the mark than we were. Doug's fingers withdrew and I heard him shift his position on the floor behind me. His cock head tapped on my hole and a thrill ran through me, a feeling his fingers didn't give me. The clerk was slamming into the hitcher on the film, their fucking peppered with commentary. `You like my thick cock fuckin' your ass?' `Yeah baby, fuck me. Fuck me hard.' `Fuck you so fuckin' hard.' `Yeah, really hard, yeah man, fuck me man.' And so on. Fuck me hard, bro', I thought to myself, really fuckin' hard. Our attempt was a little more cautious. It was our first time after all. I felt Doug push his cock head into me, my ring widening to allow him access to my insides. It felt better than fingers. More real. Hotter. Firmer. Doug paused with his cock head about an inch in. `You ok?' he asked. `Yes,' I replied. The pressure continued as Doug's cock slowly slid into me. It was getting bigger as he was getting older, and at 15 it was just under 6 inches long, far longer than his fingers. It got to the depth his fingers had gone before but there was more to go. Areas of my inner bum that had not been touched like that before were being stimulated. My own cock was stiff, and dripping precum, falling in long sticky strings from my cockhead to the carpet below. As Doug burrowed deeper my body started to feel a warmth envelope it, a sense somewhere between physical and emotional; the sensation and the knowledge of my brother's cock sliding into my arse became my world. The video tape running in the background faded away as my world narrowed to encompass only the fuck I was getting. Doug's cock reached further and further into me, deeper and deeper until I felt it would never end. My ring was wider than ever before, I felt filled like fingers never could. My brother's hands gripped my hips, holding me in place, pulling me in slightly as he pushed. After what seemed hours, although it was probably less than a minute, I felt his pelvis touch my bottom, his pubes tickling at my crack. He was all the way in. I had consumed his cock. I owned it now, it was in me, it was mine. Doug held still, breathing fast and shallow. I could hear a quiet mantra coming from his lips `fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.' I felt his cock start to retreat in my passage, his pelvis disengaging from my bottom. I felt his shaft slide out, my ringing singing with ecstasy, my prostate glowing as his cockhead massaged it on the way out. He paused with just an inch still in me, then pushed back in, faster this time. When he impaled me to the max he started to withdraw immediately this time, back to the head, then back in again. He was fucking me. He really was fucking me. My brother's cock was sliding in and out of my oh so willing arse, his hands were on my hips, pulling me in, pushing me away. My cock was drooling in a constant stream, precum globbing out of me, stringing to the floor beneath me, my cock and balls on fire with the sensations from my arse. I felt Doug's hands tremble as the gripped me and knew it wouldn't be long before he exploded into me. `Jesus, fuck, fucking hell, fuck,' muttered my brother. `Cum in me bro' I said. I dropped my arms and head onto the carpet, pushing my arse up and out to my brother, bracing for his climactic pounding. I could feel Doug's orgasm rising, his cock thickening and twitching in my arse as he fucked me faster and faster, his pelvis slamming into my buttocks, the slap, slap, slap of his contact getting faster and more desperate. His fingers curled into my buttocks, his breathing became hoarse, my world focused on him, his cock, his need to cum in me, my need for him to cum in me. With a yell Doug went over the edge, his cock pushing as deep as it could into my arse, his full weight pushing me forward, all my effort taken in holding my position as he emptied his balls into me. I felt his cock pulsate as it gave up its load, I could feel the warmth of his cock and its fluid wash around my insides. I raised one hand to my own cock and pulled at it urgently. Doug started to relax his grip. I wanted to cum while he was still buried in me `stay there' I said. Doug obliged. Holding his position, wiggling his hips slightly against mine, making his cock shift inside me as it spewed out a little more of his juice into me. My ring clamped down hard on Doug's cock as I came, shooting across the carpet in front of me, more cum than I ever normally produce, or so it seemed. The strength of my ejaculation surprised and thrilled me, as jet after jet flew from me, settling down to and ooze and fall only after some six or seven flying jets of cum had left me first. Shaking with the power of my orgasm I collapsed to the floor, Doug, still firmly within me, crashing down on top of me. As I lay there in my own sticky residue, my brother's weight on me, his cock softening inside me I felt I had opened a new page in my life. Out of sheer hysteria I started to laugh. My brother was puzzled for a moment, then he caught it too, and we lay there, in our sticky mess, his cock still in me, collapsed on the floor in the afterglow of our fuck and laughed hysterically, joyfully, and uncontrollably.