Date: Sun, 4 Feb 2024 19:35:56 -0600 From: Jay Spear Subject: Nephew Mark Is On The Make - Part 2 My stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. This story deals with relationships among male family members. If that fantasy bothers you, stop reading. If you like this story, check out my Patreon! Lots more content there: patreon.com/jayspearstories The Nifty Archive has been a fantastic resource to all of us! Please consider supporting them with a donation: https://donate.nifty.org/. Nephew Mark Is On The Make - Part 2 By Jay Spear "Hey! Joey! Come back!" Mark thundered out of the bar. He ran up to me as the taxi slowed to a stop. "Wait up. I'm not done with you yet." "I'm done with *you,* Mark. I'm going home." I grabbed the door handle. "No." Mark clapped his hand over mine. "Let me go, Mark." "Not yet. Let me explain." "I've heard enough. I'm going home." I put a hand on Mark's chest and shoved him hard. He stumbled back. I grabbed the car door and climbed inside. Mark was back on the door in a flash. He wrested the door away just as I was about to shut it behind me. "I'm going with you." "*Ay, por favor. Qué deciden, chicos.*" "We're going," I told the driver. "Not without me." Mark heaved his big body inside. I sighed and scooted over before he sat on me. "*A dónde?*" I gave him the address. Mark put a hand on my knee and turned to face me. "I'm sorry." The driver gassed the engine and started pulling out. I turned away from Mark and looked out the window. A couple groups at the bar were still watching, still discussing us. Great. We'd made a scene. Mark squeezed my leg. "Look, I'm sorry I even told you about the bet. That wasn't why I did it. The bet just gave me an excuse. Helped me work up the courage. Because I'd been wanting to kiss you all damn night. For days, really." I turned back to look at him. "You gotta believe me, Uncle Joey. I was telling the guys how badly I was crushing on you, and they said I should just fucking go for it. So I did." Mark's face indicated that he was serious. And the witnesses at the bar were now long gone. So I knew this apology wasn't for show. It was for me. "I'd do it again too. Come here." Mark grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard. I tried to remain impassive, but my lips tingled and flushed warm where his touched mine. "Kiss me back," he whispered. "It feels good, doesn't it?" It did feel good. My lips responded, despite my better judgment. Even so, I broke it off after a few seconds. "Stop. We're in a taxi." "OK." He slid his hand up my leg until he find my hand. He grabbed it. "We'll talk when we get back to your place." We traveled the rest of the way home in silence. Mark held my hand the whole time. I gave the driver a big tip when we arrived. "Gracias," he said. "I l hope it works out for you two." Mark chuckled as the guy took off. We walked up the steps and I punched in the door code. Mark held the door for me. He put his hand on the small of my back and guided me in ahead of him. "Stop. Let's get upstairs." Mark dropped his hand but he gave me a dopey grin as the elevator took us up. As soon as we were in the apartment he pinned me against the wall. He pushed his lips k to mine and we kissed. Then I broke it off. "The girls!" I hissed. "They're asleep, dude." The place was dark. "Even so." I pushed him away, putting some distance between us. "This is messed up, Mark. Let's put a pause on this. I'm going to bed." Mark's face had a hangdog expression. "Look, I'll talk with you in the morning. When our heads are clear." "Mine's clear." "Good night, Mark." I left him in the hall. I clicked the bedroom door shut behind me and the noise echoed loudly in the quiet of late night. I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. Down the hall, I could hear Mark getting ready too. I made out the sounds of him taking a piss and washing up. I got into bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to quiet my mind. I tossed and turned; I struggled to fall asleep. I had my eyes shut tight, but the backs of my eyelids streamed images of goddamn Mark. The silly hip thrusts he made while dancing. The size of his big hand wrapped around a beer bottle. The dopey grin on his face after he kissed me. The images were not alone; I felt things too. The imprint of his hand resting on my knee in the taxi. My tingling in my palm where his fingers stroked gently on the drive home. The warm spot on my lower back where Mark planted his hand and guided me into my own building. All this nonsense. It was the kind of silly excitement that took me back to my earliest gay experiences. Back when I first allowed myself to meet another man's eyes without looking away. When first I let myself be touched, and I touched back. But that was long ago. I was older and wiser now. I should not be all tripped up like this. I rolled over. What was Mark thinking out there in the living room? Surely he wasn't tossing and turning, pining like some silly kid. No, Mark wasn't silly. He was dumb. He was a dumb frat guy, drunk on too many beers. And the last thing I needed was to be another line in his book of idiots throwing themselves at him, at that block of muscle and cock and attitude. Cock. His cock. If I listened carefully I could hear Mark's cock now. Down the hall and out in the living room there was a kind of slapping sound and the wet smacking of saliva. Of course. Mark was jacking himself to sleep. Dammit. The idiot was playing with himself out in the living room, out where anyone could see and hear. I squeezed my eyes tight and kept my body pinned to the mattress. I would not move from this spot. No fucking way. I lowered my hand and got myself off. And then I finally asleep. *** Mark's arms were fully around me before I could even open my eyes. His barrel chest pressed into my back. One of his meaty legs slid in between mine. I squinted at the nightstand. 4:35. Not yet morning. It was still pitch black. "Can't sleep, Unc," he muttered into the side of my neck. "Too fucking worked up." His hand rubbed my chest and migrated down to my nighttime wood. He wrapped his hand around it, over my boxers, and squeezed. "Looks like you're pretty much the same." I was conscious, yes, but barely awake. I couldn't yet form words and Mark didn't seem to need them. He simply turned my face to his and started kissing. Our being together now was just as wrong as it had been a few hours ago. But it was that time of night--and that place in the sleep cycle--when none of that matters. Bodies simply pulse and pump and flow with blood and hormones. Bodies respond to whatever's in front of them. Or behind them. Mark's cock poked my backside. Up front he fisted my cock through my boxers. His big body pressed against mine. I responded like a reflex. My lips kissed back. My hips pushed back. Mark raised his front leg, splitting mine apart and pressing his thigh into my crotch. His hand worked my shaft while his thigh stretched out my balls. Fuck me, it felt good. I pushed back on him, nestling my body into his. Mark nuzzled my neck. He used his free hand to pull down the front of my boxers. He stroked the naked shaft, running his hand up and down its length. He paused to let his thumb play with a pearl of pre at the tip. "Gonna take these off you now, Joey." Mark whipped off my boxers in one clean move. His cock caught in my bare cheeks. Mark leaned into it, really laying in his pole and working it up and down. The flange of his cockhead rubbed against my pucker. Mark key go of my cock. He spit into his hand and worked the stuff down his pole. The room filled with wet, smacking sounds. His now spit-slicked cock came back to rest in my trench. We pushed our bodies together, making a tight little groove for him to thrust into. Mark's hand went back on my dick. He pumped it with his wet hand. A moan escaped me. "Not yet," he whispered. "Don't cum until I'm fully inside you." He grabbed my hips and pushed his cock against my hole. Mark fed me the fat head, then pushed in another inch. Then two. The next three slipped by fast and easy. Then Mark grunted and pushed, and suddenly his cock was fully buried inside me. I froze. I had never intended this. "It's OK," Mark whispered. "Let me hold you." Mark wrapped his arms around my torso and held me tight while his cock lodged itself--seemingly permanently--in my lower body. We lay there, unmoving except for Mark covering the back of my neck with little kisses. "Jesus, Joey. It feels incredible to be inside you. You gotta fucking kiss me." I turned my head and let him do it. His hungry mouth locked onto mine. My heart pounded like crazy. My hips started to move. They were small, tiny motions. I worked his dick, pulling it with the clench of my ass. "Feeling ready now, huh?" He laughed. "Can I fuck you, baby?" I nodded. He started to move. Mark took it slow, pushing in deep and relishing each stroke. "You're so damn tight," he murmured. "Got you all wrapped around my cock and still you're wanting more." I did. I pushed for more. I was greedy. I flexed and milked his cock. Mark grabbed my balls and pulled them up, keeping them high and tight as he fucked in and out of me. He built speed. I began to whimper. "You got it, Unc. I know you can take it." I bucked against him. Mark fucked harder. He thrust all the way in and I gasped. The noises escaping me grew louder. Mark put a hand across my mouth. "Don't wake the girls," he said. He fucked harder. My dick spasmed with sensation. I bit Mark's hand. He took it off. "I'm about to come," I whispered. "Yeah?" He pumped harder. "Let it go, Uncle. I'm gonna put my load in you too." Those words electrified me. My nephew was going to cum in my ass. There was no turning back. I tried to hold off. He pumped away. I squeezed my cheeks and made myself as tight as possible. Mark's cock swelled up, big and fat. "Get ready for it." "Give it to me," I hissed. "I want that fucking load." Mark grunted. He bucked his hips one last time and then he was unloading in me. Hot jets of cum painted my insides. I let myself go. My cock was spraying, making a mess of the sheets. Mark put his hand over it, trying to catch all he could. He wiped some of the salty spooj across my chest, then brought his fingers to my lips. I cleaned them off. "That was awesome," he said. "That was insane," I replied. We lay there, Mark and me, all wrapped up together. He and I breathed together--in and out, in and out as one--until we drifted off to sleep. End Part 2! Things should conclude in Part 3. Let me know what you think.