Date: Sat, 5 May 2018 21:26:09 +0200 From: Kim Pescher Subject: The Sight of Jacob This story is pure fiction. Enjoy! The Sight of Jacob It was a coincidence that I walked up the stairs at all. The party was in full swing downstairs and I needed a breather, that's the only reason I did, but if I hadn't I'd have missed quite a sight. The carpet muffled the sound of my feet, but he heard me anyway, because he was looking at me as my eyes adjusted to the low light. Only then did I notice that he was stark naked. "Jacob!" I said. "What are you doing?" He grinned. "Sorry, Uncle. Uh..." I looked him over without trying to be too obvious. Thank God for the semi-darkness. I hadn't seen him naked since he was a toddler, and I admit that I was curious. He had long, strong legs, thin but strong, and nice, slender thighs. His stomach was flat and ridged with an adolescent six-pack, his chest was flat and skinny but defined, and his shoulders were bony. His ribs were visible and his arms were thin. In other words, he looked like most 13-year-olds do when they spend every waking minute passionately playing football. Somehow the fact that he was casually covering his crotch with both hands made his nudity even more obvious. A few wisps of hair peeked out from behind his hands, as far as I could see the only hair on him except for on his head. The toes of one of his feet dug into the carpet, but rather than make him look nervous -- he was rarely nervous -- it looked fetching. "Jacob?" I insisted. He shrugged, still looking more relaxing in this situation that he ought to be. "I'm locked out." "Locked out? Are you kidding?" I said. "There are guests and waiters walking around downstairs just a few feet from here! Are you crazy?" He scratched his head and made a face, leaving only one hand to cover his modesty. "Tried to play a trick on Sophie, didn't I? But it looks like she got one over me instead." "Serves you right," I laughed. He was a handful at the best of times, and I really couldn't blame his sister that she took her chance when she saw it. "Pssh," he scoffed insolently, putting both hands in front if himself again. His feet were crossed at the ankles and he was leaning against the door more casually than anyone had a right to. "Well, anyway, you can't stay here," I said. "People are bound to come up to use the bathroom at some point." "Suppose," he said, brushing something invisible off his stomach. "Door's locked, though." I sighed. He could be infuriating sometimes, and obviously it made things harder that he was incredibly sexy and naked. I couldn't help raking my eyes over him. All I could do was hope that my clothes camouflaged my erection. He was my nephew, for fuck's sake. And he was 13. Trying to take charge of the situation I stepped closer and knocked on the door. "Sophie!" I said firmly. "Joke's over. Open the door at once." "She's not there," he said in his raspy, adolescent voice. He was smirking, his grey eyes inches from mine. The bastard was almost my height already. "She left. She went downstairs." "Oh, for...!" I growled. "Do you want to get caught with your bits flapping about?" "They're not flapping about," he pointed out, smirking wider. "I'm holding them." I counted to ten in my head. "You really want your grandmother to see your bare arse?" "No," he admitted. "But my arse is alright. Girls always say so." He looked over his shoulder, twisting his lean torso. "Yeah, enough of that," I said, interrupting the self-admiration. "What's your plan?" He opened his eyes wide in mock innocence. "To wait for an adult to come, of course," he said. "Adults know how to solve problems." I laughed. Cheeky bastard. "I am so tempted to leave you here," I said honestly. "Teach you a lesson for once." He laughed, not believing me. This close I noticed that he wore a necklace that I'd given him for Christmas. Fancy that. "You're sure she's not in there?" I asked, trying the door. Locked. "Saw her leave," he said. "Her and Emma. They were laughing at me, stupid cows." "No one else in there?" I asked. "Don't think so," he said. "Wait." He kneeled down on one leg and peered through the keyhole. This position meant that even though he didn't cover himself up at all I couldn't see his cock. It was hidden behind one leg. All I could see was a glimpse of his smooth balls hanging low enough to be visible under his bent thigh. It was a striking sight and I grabbed the chance to look. So sue me. I smiled to myself. Even in the dark I'd had a solid look at his endowment when he'd bent down. He wasn't massively hung, just normal, but it looked pretty perfect. Typical. He has his mother's good looks. "Nope, no lights on," he said, standing back up. "Now what?" he asked, again leaning on the door, but this time without covering himself at all. I knew he loved unnerving me, so I ignored it, though he was a breath-taking sight. I still put my faith in the dim light, hoping he couldn't see the lump in my trousers. "I suppose I could ask your mother for the spare key," I said. He shrugged, putting a flat foot against the wall behind him. Somehow this pose displayed his assets even more openly. He probably knew that. "She's busy with the guests," he said. "And the key is probably being used by the caterers." "Right," I admitted. I knew that already, but it still irked me that he pointed it out. He put one arm lazily behind his head, cushioning it against the door. Could he be more provocative, I wondered. Little bastard. "Alright, nothing for it," I sighed. "You'll have to stay in my room until we can get Sophie to unlock the door for you." He grinned, white teeth gleaming in the darkness. "K," he said, fingering the thin necklace. He took my hand as we walked down the carpeted hallway. He didn't have to do that, but he was definitely taking every opportunity to fuck with me. I opened the door for him and pushed him ahead into my room. He was right. He did have a lovely arse. I made sure to find that out for myself as he walked ahead. "Right. Don't get in the bed. Don't steal from my wallet," I said. "Oh, haha," he said drolly. "That would be beneath me." I shrugged, not convinced. "Other than that, amuse yourself. I'm heading back down." "No, don't leave me," he said, his recently changed voice slightly husky. He wasn't doing that on purpose, I knew. It just sounded like that all the time now. Very distracting. "I'll get bored out of my skull." "Too bad," I said. "Shouldn't have got yourself locked out of your room." "Girls have no sense of humour," he grumbled, plonking down in a stuffed chair. He hooked one long, slender leg over the armrest, displaying himself languidly. "Don't you have an iPad or something I can play with?" "No," I said firmly. "I won't use it to watch porn," he promised. "Very much." "No," I repeated. "It's probably full of gay porn already, isn't it?" he said, sounding half teasing, half contemptuous. "Yes," I said. I'd been openly gay since before he was born, when I was just a kid myself. No secret about that. He pulled a foot close and scratched the bottom of it. "Don't leave me," he repeated. "Let's play a game or something. You really want to go down to those people?" "Not really," I said. I had very limited interest in how much people I didn't know had paid for their new sports cars. "But the champagne is good." "Is it?" he said, interest piqued. "Bring me some." "Forget it!" I laughed. "Put some clothes on. Use some of mine." "Noooo," he whined. "You have no taste in clothes." "Fuck you," I said amiably, pulling out a t-shirt and some boxers from my suitcase. I threw them into his lap. He was scratching his hairless balls but had to stop to catch the clothes. "I thought you liked naked boys," he said. "Very funny," I said. "I'll find someone to get your door open, so cover yourself up so you're decent when I get back." "You really want to create a fuss while Mum's trying to get Mrs. McGinty to join the committee?" he said slyly. "That's what this whole party is about, you know." The little bastard had me there. My sister wouldn't thank me if I interrupted her while she was working on Mrs. McGinty. "At least put those on," I sighed, sitting down on my bed. "Why? Do I distract you?" he said, pushing the clothes off him. They landed on the floor. "Piss off," I grinned. Yes he did. He really did. He was thin, yes, but in the way some boys are where it looks slim rather than emaciated. His skin was flawless. Even his face had no spots that I could see. All the way from his small toes to his wicked grin and curly hair he was sex on legs. Damn him. "At school we often go naked after class, in our dorm," he said. "No you don't," I said. "I went to that school, you know. That's not how it is." "Oh, that's right," he said, dropping the lie quickly. "You did, didn't you? So you know what we all get up to when the lights are out." Yes, I did, but I'd rather not discuss it with him, particularly when he had that glint in his eye. "Not in my time," I said lamely. "Oh, come off it," he said, rearranging himself in the chair. His naked body was basically draped over it now. "You're gay. Are you seriously telling me you didn't take the opportunity to have some fun?" "Jacob," I said sternly. "Uncle," he replied, matching my tone. Bastard. "In my experience the lads in school are open to all sorts of nasty things," he continued, probably trying to get a rise out of me. A part of me knew I should leave rather than play his game, but curiosity won out. "In your experience...?" I said. "You're 13." He scoffed and didn't dignify that with an answer. "Yes, in my experience," he said instead. "I'm very popular with all the boys because I like it." "Really?" I said, surprised. That sounded awfully familiar. I'd been like that in school. But maybe he knew that and was deliberately fucking with me. "Yeah," he said, stretching with a wicked smile. "Only trouble is that it's hard to do without once you get used to it, right?" His cock had filled out some, I saw. Of course I saw. I was staring at him despite myself -- had been all the time. He was still totally relaxed. Not embarrassed in the least. Typical Jacob. "I suppose, yeah," I said. I was breathless with arousal and crowbar hard. Otherwise I might have realised I shouldn't have said that. "Good, so we understand each other perfectly," he said, getting out of the chair and walking over to plant both knees on my bed. He was fully hard now, and though he was average size for a man it looked huge on his skinny body. He grinned and sat down on me, one leg on each side of my thighs. "Jacob..." I said, voice wobbly. "We can't. I'm your uncle, and I'm almost 15 years older than you." "Fuck all that," he said huskily. "We both want to." He ran his fingers over the lump in my trousers. A rush of pleasure ran through me though his touch was very light. "See?" "But..." I began. He grinned and popped the button in my trousers. "I've always said you're so much cooler than Julian and Albert," he said. "Bollocks!" He'd never said any such thing. "Well, you are," he said. "I'd never fuck them in a million years, even if they looked at me the way you do." "What way?!" I protested. I thought I'd been very discreet. He grinned, looking very predatory. "Like you've been looking at me since you came up those stairs." He pulled my zipper down and touched my erection through the thin cotton on my underwear. "Oh, you've got a nice one. I knew you had." "I-I've not been looking," I gasped. His grey eyes found mine. "Right," he said insolently. "'Course not. Just like Matthew Robins didn't for a whole month, burning holes through my clothes with his eyes but oh no, he wasn't gay. But when he finally admitted it, wow was he wild." He bared his teeth in a grin. "Took me for a wild ride." "You... you shouldn't really have sex with those boys," I said hypocritically, ignoring what I was like at his age. "Pssh," he said, looking like he thought very little of my mental capacity. Instead he pulled my underwear down and freed my cock. He folded his fingers around it and squeezed, which felt unbelievable. "Thick," he mumbled. "We'll need lube." "Yes," I sighed, surrendering, not that there was ever any doubt. The bastard had played me perfectly. "Well, take your clothes off, then," he said bossily, crawling off me. "Otherwise you can't do me properly." He locked the door while I took off my shoes and socks and pushed my opened trousers all the way off. "Was this the plan all along, then?" I asked, untying my butterfly. "To lounge around naked until I came?" "No," he said. "'Course not. Sophie really did screw me over. But the chance was too good to miss when you did come up." He grinned, sitting with his feet under him on the bed while I worked on the buttons in my shirt. "I decided three days ago that we'd fuck." "Thanks for letting me know," I said sarcastically. "I'm letting you know now," he said. "Wow... you're even hotter than Philip. He's the best-looking boy in school." "Thanks," I said, taking my shirt off. Now we were equally naked. We were really going to do this. I'd know this kid since he was born. I must be mad. "You're bigger than me," he said, eyeing my erection. "Not fair." I grinned. Finally got him on something. "Right. On your back," he said, taking charge as usual. He rummaged around in my suitcase. "Try the compartment in the lid," I said. He glanced at me without a word and fished out a tube of lube. Still saying nothing he smeared my cock with it slowly, more a wank than a lube job really. Don't come, I said to myself. He'll never let you live it down. Aw... "There," he said finally, letting go. He still looked at it, though. He seemed fascinated with my cock. Interesting. He reached behind himself, fingers still smeared with lube. He looked at me through lidded eyes as he prepared himself for me. I tried to catch my breath quietly and not let him know how wild he was driving me. That wouldn't do. He'd use it against me to the end of time. The bastard wiped his hands on the clean t-shirt I'd tried to get him to put on. He smirked at me while he did it. I decided that I'd wipe that smug look off his face when he felt my cock inside him. "Don't worry, I've done it loads," he said when he squatted over me, his hand holding my cock in position. I was too turned on to reply. The feeling when the head touched his opening was almost too much. He was my nephew, yes, but dear Lord I wanted to fuck him so badly just then. His flat stomach tightened convulsively. Had it been physically possible I'd have licked it, licked the muscled ridges and that pretty swirl of a navel. Oh well, maybe later. "Come on," he whispered to himself. He was having trouble letting me inside. Maybe I was bigger than his little friends in school. I smirked. Finally he was human. Then, with a little gasp, he managed to get the head to pop inside. Oh God, it was warm and tight. "Fuck," he whispered, hilariously saying it so clearly as though he was taking an elocution lesson. "Bloody hell, you're big..." "Want to stop?" I asked, trying to mask my glee. "Fuck you, Uncle," he said, eyes narrowing. "I can do this." I had no doubt he could, actually. He usually managed to do whatever he set his mind to. Also, I'd challenged him now. There was no way he'd back down now. I grinned. It pays sometimes to know how 13-year-olds work. "Nh!" he gasped, eyes falling shut as he sank down a couple of inches in one tight, warm, slow go. I saw stars. Then he sunk down a good bit further. Despite myself I was impressed. "Alright?" I asked. He nodded, eyes still closed. He was sweaty now. His cock was half hard still, which I knew it would be. I touched it, tickling his balls with my fingers. The cock jerked in my hand as it grew harder. He seemed to like it when I made a milking motion more than when I touched the head. I filed it away for future reference. "Ah, fuck," he gasped, thighs straining. His cock was fully hard in my hand now. It was a nice handful. He was probably proud of it, and I could see why. It was perfectly straight and perfectly formed. Naturally. Anything on Jacob's body was perfect, always, even including his brown, curly hair which looked better the messier it became, unlike my mop which looked unkempt at the first touch of a breeze. I milked his cock harder, and with a whine he sunk down a good way on my cock. I grinned. That sometimes worked on men, I knew, so I did it again, and each time he whined and took me deeper, until he landed in my lap, his superb arse pressed against my pubic hair. His face was contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain. His mouth had fallen open, and his face, his perfect, handsome face with only the merest hint of a shadow of his first moustache, was flushed deeply. Finally I had made him lose that perfect composure that annoyed me so much and made me want to fuck him so badly. "Jesus," he whispered, opening his eyes to slits. "That's massive. Sorry. Haven't had one like this before..." "Doing just fine," I whispered back, my voice breathy. He grinned, leaning forward, resting his flat palms on my chest. "Finally," he said. "I've imagined what this would be like." "Really?" I asked. "You use your uncle in your wank fantasies?" He grinned. "Why not? I bet you'll use me from now on, too." Probably. The bastard had a point. I ran my hands up his warm thighs. He was all smooth skin and slender muscles. He felt bony around the hips because he had no fat on him at all. "Just stay still for a while," I said when he made a face. "Get used to it." "Fat chance of that," he grumbled. "It's in my throat." Outside the door someone walked past, knocking on a different door and then saying something inaudible. Neither of us cared. "Nhh, have to," he said. Right. 13. No patience. He started to ride me slowly, keeping me mostly inside. Judging by the expression of bliss on his face this was the feeling he'd been after. I pushed against him. He'd only had skinny boys with no experience. I was going to show him what a proper partner could do. "Oh!" he whined, surprising himself. His grey eyes found mine. They were wide with surprise. "What...? Oh!" I grinned. Yeah, boy. Try that. "Nnh, fuck," he gasped. "Oh fuck, don't stop." I had no intention of stopping. I lifted my knees and planted my feet soles down on the bed. This way I could move better. Holding his hips I started working on him. The more flushed and sweaty I made him, the hotter he looked, the harder I did it, and we moved higher and higher. "J...esus," he gasped, licking sweat off his upper lip. "I didn't know..." "Not like this with Matthew Robins?" I asked, my voice weak. "Christ, no," he gasped with a grin. "Aw..." I ran my hands up his flanks and pinched his hard nipples, with made him keen loudly, so I did it more. He looked so baffled by the whole thing that I had to bite back a laugh. Poor boy. He'd never had proper sex before, not the way it should be done. "Wait," I said after a while when I sensed he was getting close. "Nnnoo..." he whined, trying to ride me even though I'd stopped moving with him. "Jacob," I said, catching his eyes. "I want you to lie back." "Oh," he said. "You want to be on top?" "Yeah," I said. I desperately wanted to slide my cock into him while pinning him into place. The thought had occurred to me before today, if I was honest. I'd wanted to see if that would shut him up. I didn't really think it would, but I still wanted to see the look on his face when I pushed deep, and I wanted to see it up close. He lifted off me with a sigh and scuttled under me, spreading his legs eagerly. He was hard, rock hard. Of course. "Yeah," he groaned when I lay down on him, supporting myself on one elbow, and steered my cock with the other. I nudged the head against his bruised opening. I grinned at him, out face an inch apart, when the cock breached him. His grey eyes were dark. His mouth fell open. I'd never had my face this close to his before since he was a babe, and yes, his skin was flawless. Bastard. "Y-yeah," he gurgled when I pushed deeper. I didn't hurt him, but I didn't take it too easy either. The bastard had seduced me. He'd earned this. I kept pushing until I was almost all the way inside. Only at the final inch was there some resistance. I let go of my cock and leaned down on both elbows, hovering over him. I felt him cross his ankles behind my back. He smelled of clean sweat now. It smelled great. "Are you ever going to fuck me or will you just keep staring at me?" he asked, a smug smile on his lips. I pushed in hard to bury the last inch, and the smirk disappeared. His eyes fell closed and he groaned, tightening his arms around my neck. Serves him right, the pretty bastard. "Like that?" I asked, whispering into one little ear. "Nh, fuck," he groaned. I buried my face in his neck and hair, smelling his expensive shampoo, as I began to move in earnest. This way I controlled the pace entirely. All he could do was work with me, which he did eagerly, his hips snapping back against mine. I felt his erection poking me in the stomach. Whenever he got too close I eased off. He was so easy to read with all his little moans, shaking and desperate hips. "Fuck you!" he whined when I once again held back when he was just about to go into the final stretch. He had one arm tightly around my neck. The other hand was pawing at my arse which he really seemed to like, another interesting bit of information that I stored away. I lifted up my face to grin at him. He looked just about ready to scream. "Oh, you want to come?" I asked. "Please, Uncle," he said. He was flushed, his hair a total mess, and his face was wet with sweat. "I didn't even have time to wank this morning because Sophie came in...!" I don't know which of us started it, but all of a sudden we were kissing. He was sliding his tongue slowly, wetly against mine. He was new at this but he loved it, whining when I broke away to catch my breath, so I bent down again. He tasted of champagne. Crafty bastard. How did he manage that? Somehow the snog felt even more intimate than the fucking. It was weird, but it did. He was my nephew, for fuck's sake. I didn't stop, though. Never considered it for a single moment. He was getting loud. It should have worried me, but neither of us were able to care. I was fucking him hard and quick now. He whined and gasped into my mouth. He was getting close again. I thought about tormenting him more, easing off again, but there are limits, and I was getting quite desperate myself at this stage. There could be no more delay. "Ah, please!" he gasped, breaking the snog. "Pleeease!" I grinned, mirroring the animalistic, desperate look on his face. Both of us knew this was it. We were breathing each other's air, eyes staring into each other. His grey eyes were far too pretty for a boy with those long lashes. "Nh, nh, nhhh!" he groaned, a crazed look on his face, and then he screamed and came, spasming around my cock. I held a hand over his mouth to quieten him down, and he managed to turn the scream into a strangled groan. His cock bobbed, and I felt a wet splash up my chest, then another which hit him in the face, followed by other large jets, one of which caught him on the lips. I leaned down to kiss it off him, which he turned into a breathy snog as I still fucked him, and then I came myself in a climax that ripped through me. I pushed deep and pumped inside him, growling deep in my chest, burying my face in his neck again. Jesus, it was massive, and he accommodated me perfectly. Some boys are just great fucks. It took me a while to catch my breath and return to my body, but he never complained about my weight on top of him. Finally I pulled out carefully. He winced slightly but then stretched happily, looking flushed and sated. Finally I lay back and allowed him to settle half on top of me. He played with my chest hair, what little I had. "I knew it'd be great," he said smugly. "All I had to do was get your horny so you'd do it." "Oh, really?" I said. "Boys always think with their cocks," he said sagely. "Even you." "True," I admitted. His fingers ran over me curiously, stomach, thighs, balls. He weighed them gently. Finally he sighed. "You wouldn't get us some champagne and food?" he asked. "I'll wait here." "Nope," I said. "Oh, don't be like that," he grumbled. "You just came in me. Most boys aren't allowed." "I'm not a boy," I pointed out. "Still," he said, pouting a bit. "How can I ever explain the state of this bed to your mother?" I said, noticing how dirty and sweaty the sheets were. "Tell her you had a wet dream," he suggested with a cheeky grin. I smacked him on his arse, not too hard. It was firm. "Oh, just change the sheets, if you're too worried," he said. "I can get you clean ones easily." He sat up. I knew the look in his eyes only too well. "Tell you what," he said. "I'll get you fresh sheets, identical to these, if you get us food and champagne." How did he always manage to get his way? I suddenly didn't know whether to slap him or kiss him, a rather familiar feeling. "Alright," I finally ground out. "Terrific," he grinned, pulling on the underwear I'm found for him much earlier. He stopped by the door, wearing only those boxers. "I know you're old, but you can do it again soon, right? When we've had the champagne?" "Yes," I said. He grinned and slipped out the door.