Date: Fri, 05 Apr 2024 07:49:46 +0000 From: dave10705 Subject: My Uncle, My Lover, My Sir-1 My Uncle, My Lover, My Sir-1 Nifty relies on donations to keep the site going at no cost to users, please donate generously. Please donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ Please help support Nifty by making a generous donation. You will, for certain, be rewarded in some karmic way. Hey all... It's a little lonely writing these. Not complaining because I like writing them. There's a Iot of detail work, for one. I always need inspiration and can provide some to you from my experience. I thank you for your replies on my Gregory series. Love to hear from you. This is a story with sexual bdsm scenes between a man (a blood relative) and a teenager (incest). If you are too young to legally read about such things, please do not. Like most of my stories, this one is based on real events and real people, although names and circumstances have been changed. I did have a gay uncle we did many of the things I describe in the story. He is a sweet and joyful man and I owe him a great deal. There is lots of explicit stuff, here...not for the faint hearted. Some of sex, including consenting BDSM, is embellished. But I believe we have the right to fully express our feelings. Again, I love getting emails with feedback about my stories AND maybe meet like minded brothers. I also write on Amazon under the name Logan North. Gay bdsm topics. dave10705@proton.me Love ya. __________________________________________ I've known a few things since I was a little gay kid growing up in New York. I have no use sexually for women. None. Sorry. Their job is to deliver into this world beautiful gay boys, for me to serve and get fucked by and have all sorts of kinky pleasures. I knew that the world hates us and that's so fucked up. I learned that whatever I was thinking was good. If it makes you hard, it's good. But you have to be cautious and meet the right people. And treat them right. They're out there. For me, my kink life began with my Uncle Allen down in Florida. He became my Master and my guardian angel. But we have other relationships, both of us. I could never be exclusive. It's a great bene of being a gay male. Uncle Allen is my Sir. And remains so 15 years later. The summer when I turned 13, my mother, Allen's sister, thought it would be good for me to spend time with Allen and Aunt Cici at their home in Pompano, Florida. Allen is exceedingly attractive. Salt and pepper hair. Always well dressed, well groomed. And a hunk. I'm Jace. Everybody's favorite 13-year old. I can finally accept that I am on my way to becoming hot...people love my curly blond and like my developing butt. I've had more taps across my round ass, from both men and women, than I can believe. Why is it that the men keep their hands there a little longer and from time to time give me a pinch? It used to make me uncomfortable. Now after reading and watching all the gay porn I can, it makes sense and I welcome the advances from kids and my family's old relatives and friends. I wanted to have sex with several guys at school, but they were just not right. I love assertive strong guys, slightly effeminate. I guess I just wanted my first to be just right. Uncle Allen was certainly my type...beefy I'd describe him. I loved his sweet good looks and beautiful ass. He took me swimming many times and always filled out his Speedos fully and nicely. And his hand had landed on my butt more than a few times over the years. I welcomed it, including his pinches. The longer the duration, the more I felt the stirrings of attraction to him. Allen was 50, 37 years older than me and older than my dad and mom by 3 years. We hugged at family gatherings and I began wanting to kiss him. My first night that summer in Florida, he and I were hanging out after dinner and the movie, The Right Stuff. Aunt Cici had gone to bed. So the two of us scrunched together on the couch. Allen gave me my first beer right there. He removed his tank top to reveal his beautifully muscled, smooth chest and told me to get comfortable and take mine off, too. "I have a present for you." He reached for a shopping bag and gave it to me. I opened the bag and pulled out three items: a black thong, a black g-string, and a black Speedo. "These are nice, really nice. Thank you, I said. "Hey," said Allen in his sexy soft voice. "I want you to put them on now. I want to change, too. Why not this: I'll get my outfit on in my bedroom and you put these on here. See you in five, back here." He didn't wait for an answer. I was stunned and nervous and excited. I trusted Allen. He'd always been kind to me and always smiled at me. He never brought up that I showed no interest in girls like my other relatives. Maybe my mother confided in him that I came out to her about a month ago? That my online porn interests were kinky and swung toward the sexiest leathermen and rubber guys. (I tried hiding it, but after a while, I wanted her to know that I desired beautiful men way beyond vanilla.) Not just posing but in all types of sex, including flogging and bondage incarceration...yep, mummified in rubber gear and placed in a coffin-like box shut with multiple, redundant, heavy master locks. The more locks the better. Yep. Maybe the trip to Allen's was a present from them both? A coming out gift? I stripped quickly and put on the g-string. Wow, it felt sexy. Just a pouch for my junk and the thinnest string I'd ever seen. Then the thong. It was sweet and held my erect boy cock just right. Then I put on the Speedo, which the label said was small. It hugged me just right. I was feeling uber sexy...but what was Allen planning? I found out right away. He came back wearing the hottest master outfit imaginable: A biker cap, leather and chain harness, thick leather armbands, his own black thong between his leather chaps. And boots up to his knees. He grabbed my shaking hand and positioned us on the couch facing each other. "What about Aunt Cici? "Oh, she knows, she's cool. She's cool with us, believe me." (Cici's hand had grabbed my ass a few times. What is it with my ass? I should aell tickets.) "She bought the stuff you're wearing," said Allen. "I asked her. You l'll see, we can talk more later...we're married, yeah, but 20 years ago realized we were gay...I'm gay, a leather master and she's lesbian. But we're good friends and wanted to stay together to support each other." Allen put his index finger across my lips. "Shssh...talk later. Ok? Do you like kissing?" "Fuck yeah," I stuttered. Allen stroked my curly blond hair. He pulled me close. I could feel his breath on my cheek. He put a soft kiss on the other cheek." "That ok, baby?" "Hell yeah." Next he ran his tongue across my lips. "Oh God," I said to myself. It was electric. Then it amped up fast. Allen slipped his tongue into my very willing mouth. I inhaled it. "Take off the Speedos. I want to see that ass everybody loves." (How'd he know this?) I stood up, did as directed and immediately felt his hand across both cheeks. He played and we kept kissing. The heat kept rising. "Now off with the thong." I did as directed and felt totally naked. I had on the world's nothingest g-string. You could see through the pouch! This time Allen spun me around and ran his tongue across both my bare ass cheeks. He grabbed them both like baking dough, kneading them. After a few minutes: "Now strip this off," he said firmly and breathlessly. I was fully naked with a man for the first time. My cock stood at full attention. I surrendered and we kept kissing. His hands were now all over me. He put my cock in his mouth. After a bit--time had no meaning here--Allen picked me up by my ass and drew our mouths into kissing position, my arms around his shoulders. "Oh Jace, you are so beautiful. You're the most beautiful boy I've ever been with. I'm so happy to have you in my arms. I've wanted to fuck you since you were a little boy. Always so sweet, always smiling, a gentleman" I melted. Allen put me down, spun me around and plunged his tongue onto my asshole. "I hope you like this. I think eating ass is so hot. I plan on spending a lot of time right like this with you." Next Allen had me cradled in his arms. He carried me to his bedroom/dungeon. Once he dropped me on his bed, our lust exploded. He peeled off his own Velcro attached thong. He sat on my face. I had his beautiful cock and balls on my face, his hole on my lips. "Lick my hole, boy." "Now my balls." "Now put your mouth over my cock. Suck." I needed no further instructions. Just lots of spit. "Good boy, " Allen said over and over. Allen sat up and pulled me to sit up. "My nipple rings, suck `em." It was no chore. I'd seen pictures and videos, but the real thing was exquisite. Two metal studs splitting his knobs of brown flesh. If Allen liked eating ass, I definitely could suck on a guy's pierced nipples all day long... And we were just getting started, my uncle and me, on this mind-blowing night and summer. _____________________________________ I like to say, looking back now, I've never met a kink that didn't get me hard, Uncle Allen gave me the confidence of my convictions. He remains my lover and Sir but we live in different cities. I have my own sex partners... just topped for the first time. But I wear Allen's collar, still, locked with a heavy Master lock. He proudly holds the key, as he does for my chastity cage. I love chastity and Allen helped me downsize my penis over a year where it's a proud part of me, but now a nub, a beautiful remnant of an unwanted appendage. We do cage checks still, on demand. I am devoted to serving men. I am the kink sub I always have dreamed of. Bless you, Uncle Allen. I love you and always will. So much ahead from that night... and over the years, including that full- body cage incarceration (more than a few, actually). Welcome to my world of kink and incest.