Date: Sun, 18 Feb 2024 11:51:58 -0800 From: Jay Spear Subject: Nephew Mark Is On The Make - Part 4 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 4 By Jay Spear Mark and I spent the next two nights fucking, going at it just as hard as we did the very first time. And then suddenly it was the end for the trip, Mark's last full day in PV. He, Kathy, and Serena would fly back tomorrow morning. But we still had today, a beautiful Saturday, as our last day together. "We have do the beach today," Mark declared. "It's my last chance to get some rays." He didn't need them. His body was already sun-bronzed and perfect. "You boys go," Kathy said. "I promised to take Serena shopping. She wants some of that silver jewelry." "Sure, sis. If you insist." "*I* insist," Mark declared. He squeezed my hand under the table. At the beach club Mark strutted around, flexing his muscles and soaking up the sun. He enjoyed the attention he drew. He was one of the hottest guys on the beach in any age category, but the fact that he was 19 seemed to multiply the interest. We drank some beers and Mark chatted up the other beach goers--girls, guys, anyone nearby. Always friendly and flirtatious. But he stayed close to me too. He was constantly checking in, patting my ass, putting an arm around me. Really attentive, I guess. Proprietary too. "Gotta put some lotion on you, Unc." He slid behind me on the lounger and worked sunblock into my skin with assured fingers. "Don't want you to burn." He framed this as an act of protection, but performed it as a long, slow massage. Mark's strong fingers languorously worked every exposed part of my body. Our neighbors exchanged envious glances. Late afternoon Mark announced he wanted to swim. "In the pool? I'll join you." "Nah. In the ocean. This is my last chance for waves. You wanna come?" "No thanks. I've had enough salt water for today. Maybe I'll just stay here and read my book until you're back." "OK. See you in a bit." I read for a good twenty minutes before a shadow fell across my book and interrupted me. "Joe! I was hoping I'd see you again." Pablo. He was wearing a bright yellow Speedo that glowed against his brown skin. He looked good. I stood up. "Yeah, I was hoping that too." "I kept meaning to text and see if you were still around, but my friends have been dragging me around and it's been really crazy. It's Spencer's bachelor weekend so I've kind of been stuck with the crew the whole damn time." "No problem. I've been busy with family anyway." "But not right now." "No. Not at the moment." "Good." Pablo leaned in and kissed me. His lips were as soft as I remembered. I kissed him back. "I keep thinking about our night together," he continued. "Like how good your cock felt." I smiled. "I loved being inside you." "I was hoping you'd say that. And that maybe we could do it again." His lips found mine and I responded. And for a moment, we were just two guys kissing in the warm sun and I forgot where I was. And who I came with. But I was quickly reminded when water droplets hit me and Mark's wet body pushed into our space. "Hey. What's going on here?" "Oh hey, Mark. I think you remember Pablo." "I do. What are you guys doing?" he demanded. "It's OK, Mark. We were just catching up." "Yeah, just reconnecting," Pablo added. "You don't mind if borrow Joe for a bit?" "Actually, I do." Mark's expresion was dark and his body language was imposing. "You do?" Pablo looked puzzled. "Aren't you like his nephew or something? Why do you care?" "Doesn't matter. But I do, OK?" Mark was up in Pablo's face. "Mark," I implored, "settle down." "Heyyyyyy." Pablo put up his hands. "I think this is Joe's decision to make. You can back off." "*You* can back off." Mark shoved Pablo, who stumbled over a lounge chair and fell to the sand. "What the fuck, dude?" Pablo stood up and pushed Mark back. And then the two were fighting. They grappled and Mark slugged Pablo in the stomach. Pablo doubled over. "Stop!" I yelled. Pablo came up and landed a punch on Mark's chin. Mark shook it off and tackled Pablo to the ground. They struggled against each other in the sand. "Jesus Christ, you two. Stop it!" Two big guys stepped in and pulled them apart. "I'm sorry, Pablo." I couldn't believe this happened. Pablo stared at Mark and me in disbelief. "I think you'd better go." "Yeah, I think so. Obviously this was a huge mistake." Pablo turned his back to us and walked off. "And don't come back!" Mark barked. I put a hand on his shoulder to restrain him. "Mark. You're acting like an idiot." He turned to me and saw that I meant it. His body went limp. "OK," he offered weakly. "Let's get you to the bathroom. We need to clean you up. You're bleeding." His lip had split where Pablo slugged him. Mark touched a finger to it and felt the sticky wetness. He shook his head. I led him away. "Thanks, guys," I called out to the muscle queens who had pulled Mark and Pablo apart. Pablo wouldn't even look at me. He had gone to the other side of the beach club and kept his back turned to us. I got Mark into the bathroom. "Sit here. I'll wash you up." Mark boosted himself onto the counter next to the sink. I wet a paper towel and dabbed at his face. There was sand and grit clinging to the sticky blood and it was all mixed up with sweat and suntan oil. "Fuck that guy," Mark muttered. "Fuck that guy? Fuck *you*, Mark. What the hell was that all about?" Mark looked at me with surprise. "What was that about? He was moving in on you, Joey. Gunning for my guy. I'm not gonna let that happen on my watch." "You and I are fooling around, Mark. We're not together. We're not exclusive. We're not a thing. So you don't need to protect me." "We're not a thing? We're not together? What has this entire week been about, Uncle J? I think we've been pretty damn together this entire week." I sighed. "Sure. And it's been great. We're fucking around. Getting our rocks off. And it's been a lot of fun. But you're getting on a plane tomorrow and I'm going back to Boston a few days later. You'll be back on the pussy once you're at school again, and I've got plenty of Boston cock to keep me going. So let's not pretend this is something different than what it is." "I don't care what you do when you get back home, Joey. But I don't want to share you while we're here." "It's not like Pablo and I were fucking on the beach. He gave me a kiss. That's all." "Well, I didn't like seeing it." "Mark! Maybe this jealous Neanderthal act works with the college girls, but I'm a grown man. I don't need it." "Seems like you've been needing it all week long. Tell me I'm wrong." "Look, I'm sure this has been a lot of fun for you. You're a hot young guy thumping your chest and taking whatever you want--even to the point of nailing your uncle. And yes, I liked it. And yes, I wanted it. But that's about sex, about fun. It's not about playacting some immature fantasy you have about being the big man on campus. Not here. And not with me." "So you're saying that you liked the sex. But fuck the rest of it. Is that right?" "I don't even know what `the rest of it' is." "I've told you that I'm into you, Joey. How many ways do I have to say it? What would make you believe?" I stared at him, not knowing what to say. Mark slid off the sink and squared off in front of me. "How do I make you understand?" Mark took my face in his hands. He started to kiss me but I broke it off. "This has all been fun, yes. And maybe there's even some feeling behind it. But let's not get carried away. Each of us will go back to our lives pretty soon. And then you'll forget all about me." "I won't." "You will." "I won't. I..." Mark's face looked pained. He struggled for words that he couldn't quite produce. And then Mark sank to his knees and pulled down my swimsuit. Before I could realize what was happening, he had my cock in his mouth. *My cock was in his mouth.* Mark's mouth. My straight-ish 19 year old nephew was making himself into a cocksucker for me. "Jesus, Mark! Anyone could come in." "Don't care," he mumbled with a mouth full of dick. I was getting hard despite my discomfort with doing this in a public space. I dragged him into a stall. His sand-covered knees shuffled along the floor while his mouth refused to let go of my pole. I locked the stall and let him work my joint. It was not a great blowjob. He was inexperienced and his technique was undeveloped. But there was a thrill in seeing Mark down below, bobbing on my dick. There was an amazement in seeing him suck cock for the first time, desperately trying to make some point to me. And there was something truly powerful about Mark performing an act designed for my pleasure and not his. My cock swelled at the thought. I pushed it into him. Mark stayed on it. He put his hands on my hips and held me to his face. I pushed and pumped into his fleshy throat. He only whimpered a few times. "I'm gonna cum," I warned him. Mark nodded and stayed on. He didn't pull away and he didn't flinch at all as I blasted my load down his throat. He choked a bit but he swallowed everything down. We stayed in position while our breathing returned to normal. The shock of what we had done slowly wore off. Mark struggled to a standing position. He put his hands around my waist and kissed me. "See? It's not just about nailing your ass. I want all of you, Joey. Every body part. All your smart thoughts. The emotion that shows up in your eyes when you actually relax and let me care of you for a few minutes. That's what I want." His eyes pleaded for my response but I didn't know what to say. When he realized I would stay silent, he continued. "Maybe that guy let you fuck him. But we can do that too. We can do everything. That's what I'm saying. Get it from me. Don't look outside. Give me a chance. At least while I'm here." He searched my face for answer. I was impressed by his soliloquy. Maybe he'd watched a rom-com or two in between his steady diet of action movies and single shooter video games. "OK, Mark. You win. You've got me until the airport tomorrow. Let's see what you're all about." *** I didn't feel like showing our faces on the beach after that, so we paid the bill and packed up and walked back to the condo. Kathy and Serena had already returned from their shopping. I put on a good show of paying attention to their purchases, but my eyes stayed on Mark, now seeing him differently. I was eyeing up his body and imagining what I could do with it now that I was in the driver's seat. Mark came into the kitchen for a beer and I pinned him against the wall. Kathy and Serena's voices echoed from the next room while I pawed at Mark's ass, testing. Mark let me dictate the moves. "I can be the girl," he whispered. "Let me prove it." It was like agony getting through the rest of the afternoon and evening with the girls around. I stole glances at Mark. I watched for signs that he was rethinking things or maybe falling back into old patterns. But none emerged. He let me take the lead everywhere. We all went to town for dinner, returning to the taqueria from their first night in PV. The place was festive as always, with margaritas and mariachis, loud with music and laughter. I took Mark's hand under the table. He leaned in to whisper. "See? Just like last time. All these mixed age couples. And now we're one of them." A couple. It was an endearing statement, if naive. And incorrect. But this had been a week for indulging fun and fantasy. And not even I was ready to give that up. The girls took a taxi home because of the hill, but Mark and I decided to walk. I threw my arm around him possessively, and he leaned into me like I was the perfect fit. We stopped in the middle of the bridge and kissed him right there in front of God and everybody. Some guys rolled by in a car. They hooted and hollered when they saw us. "I don't care," Mark declared. "I want everybody to see that we're together." "Let them see that you're mine." "Yeah, I'm all yours, Uncle." I started to get hard. Mark saw and grabbed at my dick through my shorts. "Damn! Just as hard as I am." "Let's get our asses back home." Once back, we said hasty goodnights to the girls and retreated to the bedroom. We stripped to our boxers and brushed our teeth at the sink. Mark's dick bobbed up in his shorts and I grabbed it. "Uh uh." He batted my hand away. "I told you. Tonight is about *your* dick. I want to prove it." "You don't have to prove anything to me, Mark. I'm good with whatever." "Good. Then you're gonna be the first person to fuck me." His words gave me a shiver. This young man was trusting me with a lot. And I was eager to make good on it. I led him to the bed. We made out for while, just rolling around and feeling our bodies come together. I pulled off his shorts and took in the meaty globes of his ass. I got my hands in there, rubbing and kneading the firm muscle. Then I raised his hips, parted his cheeks, and put my tongue to work. "This OK?" "More than OK. It feels really good." "Good." I went back in, licking and nipping and pushing my tongue into his hole. Mark squirmed and groaned with the new sensations. "Jesus!" he exclaimed when I pushed in a finger. "Too much?" "No. Just let me...get used to it." I was gentle and took my time, rubbing in soft circles and opening him up slowly. Then I worked my finger in and out. "God, Uncle Joey. You've got me wanting..." he trailed off. "You ready?" "I want to." "You should sit on it. It's easier to start." I lay back on the bed. My cock was rock-hard and pointing straight up. Mark climbed up and straddled my hips. "You'll need lube," I told him. "Much better for the first time." "Where?" "In the nightstand." He got the bottle and squeezed some out. He worked it onto my dick. "You've got a really nice cock, Joey." "Thank you. It's maybe not the monster yours is, but it definitely does the job." "It's perfect." He gave it a kiss and then straddled me again. He lined up my cock and his hole. I flexed my hips, drawing my dick back and forth across his pucker until my cockhead started to catch at his opening. "OK. I think you're ready. Sit on it." Mark's expression was solemn. Slowly, he lowered himself onto my dick. He got the head in and then paused to let himself adjust. "Feels weird." "Take your time." He nodded and breathed. Then he pushed down some more. "Oh!" "You're doing great, baby. Take it slow." He smiled at the praise and slid further down. I was about halfway inside him and then he stopped. "Joey. Can I kiss you?" "Of course." "It won't slip out?" "Maybe. Just go slow." He bent down and we kissed. Slow, passionate. I felt his ass relax further. My cock pushed in deeper. "It's starting to feel good." "It frels amazing on this end, Mark. Fucking you. Being inside my nephew." I don't know why I added that detail, but Mark definitely responded to it. His eyes rolled back and his ass loosened up. He shimmied downward, fully impaling himself on my cock. His butt cheeks fused with my hips. "Wow..." he breathed out. "Holy fuck. I never thought about getting fucked before, but right now it's all I want. I want nothing more than feeling your cock filling me up and fucking me good." "So good," I agreed. I began to move. I pushed up and inside him with slow, deep thrusts. I took advantage of his current headspace to go as deep as I could. "And the fact that you're my uncle," he continued. "It's totally crazy. I mean who would do that? But we're doing it. And it's really fucking hot." "It is." I kissed him. "Now shut the fuck up." Mark's eyes widened at my tone. It was a commanding dismissal that I had never used with him before. But he nodded in agreement and concentrated on the rhythm of my cock pushing into him. He was loose now. And capable of moving on from cowboy. So I rolled us onto our sides and then flipped him onto his back. My dick slipped out during the maneuver and a surprised/worried look washed over Mark's face. "Don't worry," I told him. "I'll put it back." I lifted his legs and pushed back in. The angle was deeper now and Mark could no longer l control the depth or pace. He squeezed his eyes shut. "You doing OK, baby?" "Yes." "You scared?" "Yes. But I want you to keep going. You should keep fucking me. I can take it." "You can." "I want to." "I know you do. Now show me." Mark grabbed the back of his legs, just under his knees, and pulled them up to his chest. He opened himself as wide as possible, offering me everything. "Do it, Joey. Destroy me." "I'm not here to destroy you, kid." I leaned down and gave him a long, slow kiss. "I'm here to make you feel good." And I did. I went in deep but slow, taking my time and allowing him his. I made sure his chute was relaxed and ready for everything I gave it. Eventually, yes, he came back to demanding that I pound him. But not before we spent a good 20 minutes slow-thrusting. I pushed deep enough to hear him moan, to feel his toes curl. Mark started pushing back, driving me deeper into him and making the thrusts harder. He begged me to rail him and I knew this time he meant it. So I gave it to him hard. I pistoned in and out like a freight engine. And I exploded in him with the kind of violent crash a speeding train makes when it runs into something as hard and fast and determined as it is. Mark and I, we'd both met our match. I collapsed onto him and I realized that somewhere along the way he had cum too. My chest was slicked up with all the jizz he sprayed out while I was hammering him. Now exhausted, we lay on our sides, pressed together and kissing. Within ten minutes our skin was stuck together where the jizz had dried. The stuff bonded skin like it was super glue. "Dammit!" I swore as I tried to pull us apart at one of the stuck spots. Mark laughed. "I told you you can't get away from me. Not that you'd want to." "No, I don't." "Good." "Good." "Joey." "Yeah?" "Thanks for being my first." "It's an honor." "It felt awesome." "You don't have to tell me. Your moans did that job during the last hour." "Well, it was pretty great. But doesn't mean I'm not going to fuck you again. `Cause I'm definitely doing that." "Mark, for the first time today you've said exactly the right thing." He smiled and I smiled and then we both started laughing. We giggled and kissed and held each other until we fell asleep. *** We woke up several times overnight--to fuck again, to kiss, to just stare into each other's eyes. We knew there were precious few hours before we went back to separate lives. Dawn broke and we reluctantly left the bedroom. I got everyone breakfasted and we piled into a small Uber. Mark and I were squished together, which was fine by me. He teased me with his fingertips on the underside of my knee. I helped drag their luggage to the ticket counter and everyone got checked in. Then Kathy and Serena went to the bathroom and Mark and I had an unexpected moment to ourselves. I mean, it wasn't private. There were hundreds of people in the check-in area. But with Kathy and Serena away for a few minutes we could try to say an actual goodbye to each other. We stared at each other for a good thirty seconds before either of us spoke. He went first. "Thank you, Joey. This meant everything." It was heartfelt, and he said it with a seriousness that made me uncomfortable, for reasons I didn't fully understand. My palms got sweaty and my mouth went dry. Finally I croaked something out. "Everything? That's a little dramatic." "Shut up." "What?" "Shut the fuck up and kiss me, Joey." He put a hand on the back of my head and pulled my face into his. He kissed me slow and deep, despite having 23 years of age between us and 400 people standing around us. Mark didn't care. He didn't care about any of that. But he seemed to care about me. So I let myself go. I kissed him back. We locked lips for a good two minutes--maybe three--and then I got nervous that Kathy and Serena would come back and see us. I broke it off and looked around. No sign of them yet. Whew. Then I saw Pablo with a suitcase two rows over, staring at us in disbelief. His face telegraphed shock, maybe even disgust, and I remembered his words yesterday, "Isn't he like your nephew or something?" "I lied, Pablo!" I called out. Pablo stopped moving and Mark froze. The whole crowd waited for me to speak. They seemed usure of what I would say. I was unsure too. And then I blurted something right out. "It's because he's my boyfriend!" Pablo shook his head in disgust and walked away, muttering to himself. Mark let out a belly laugh, then he slapped me on the back a couple times and pulled me close. He held me tight and whispered into my neck. "I know you're just saying that to piss him off. And that's cool. But I kinda liked hearing it. Maybe it's an idea to play around with, you know? Like, can I call you sometimes when I'm back to school?" "Yeah, I'd like that." Mark squeezed my butt. "It's a deal then. And I'm gonna hold you to it. All of it." He kissed me again, an extended kiss, lasting a couple minutes. This time neither of us cared who might be watching or when family was coming back. We were celebrating the end of a great vacation. And the start of something even better. END Thanks for reading! Let me know what you thought of this one. You can find more of my writing on my Patreon: http://Patreon.com/jayspearstories