Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2020 10:25:58 -0500 From: Athair Mic Subject: Unwrapping Jeremiah - Part 1 (Gay/Incest) This story is a work of fiction, the characters are not real, and any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is purely coincidental. It contains sex with underage boys and sex with family members. If you are offended by such material, please stop now. If you would like to contact me to discuss story ideas, your fantasies, and your own memories of family fun, or you just want to chat with a big-dicked Daddy who loves incest stories, email me at thckhrd8@gmail.com. Also, remember that Nifty needs your donations to provide these stories so please donate. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Notes: All of my stories take place in the same universe where teen boys are insatiable and men like it that way. Unwrapping Jeremiah - Part 1: Sam Christmas was ruined. Most years, the holiday season was my favorite time of the year. I take an extended break from my high-pressure job as a corporate lawyer and spend December picking out the perfect presents for each of the people on my list while wallowing in everything holiday as deeply as I can. Then for the week of Christmas, I would fly from New York to my sister's family outside of St. Louis. Helping my brother-in-law, Hank, get the tree, decorating with my nephew, Jeremiah, cooking with my sister, and showing my partner, Alex, my childhood hometown, were my most precious memories. However, this year, the CEO of one of my clients had gotten themselves embroiled in a scandal that was threatening to bring down the entire company, and taking a vacation, even just for the week of Christmas, wasn't going to be a possibility. I was stuck in New York, and Alex had graciously volunteered to stay with me. There were several reasons why I had wanted to return home this holiday. Jeremiah had always been my little buddy, clinging to my legs or following me around like a puppy when he was smaller. As he got older, we would chat endlessly about whatever his current passion was, mostly baseball, but sometimes video games or his skateboard. It didn't matter. Just seeing how his face lit up when I entered the room was enough for me. But last year, he had seemed distant, not wanting to spend as much time with his old uncle. Instead, he would make excuses to go hang out with friends from his baseball team. The smile just wasn't there like it used to be. Probably it was just being a teenager. 14 is never an easy age for anyone. I had hoped to have a heart to heart to let him know that I was still there for him, to be whatever kind of uncle he wanted me to be to him. The other reason was a whole lot less wholesome. As much as I'm a sucker for all of the festive holiday spirit and "gosh, golly, gee" enthusiasm, there is another side of me that I enjoy just as much. You see, Alex and I both have raging sex drives. We met at a sex party thrown by a mutual friend. Though our love is deep, and we connect on so many levels, one of the things we share is that both of us are nasty pigs who love orgies and gangbangs and any other sleazy thing that gets us hard. I love watching Alex take a huge cock and a rough pounding from some Daddy Top we've met up with, and he loves watching me slide my considerable assets into any of the anonymous twinks that we manage to pick up on Saturday nights. At least once a month, we host a party at our penthouse apartment where a few friends in their late 30s and 40s and their guests, usually young men with daddy issues and tight holes, get together for some fun. This summer, we had been in the middle of one of these parties when our doorbell rang. One of our friends had said that he would be late but that he was coming, especially as our friend Dustin had told us that he would be bringing his nephew as a special treat for having made his high school varsity wrestling team. I did mention that we like our meat fresh, as they used to say, didn't I? Alex got up from the couch where he had been rimming one of the boys, this one a kid we had met at a bar a few nights before, and headed to the door wearing only a jock. A few moments later, I heard a strangled "Honey. I think you should come here" from the entryway. I tried to slip my cock back into my briefs and headed to the door. "What is it?" I asked as I rounded the corner from the living room where the action was happening. I stopped short at the sight before me. There, in a smart three-piece suit, was my brother-in-law. "Looks like I'm interrupting something," Hank snickered with an eyebrow humorously cocked. "What are you doing here?" I spit out. "Nice to see you, too, Sam." I shook my head, trying to get my thoughts straight while trying to shield my still hard cock from his assessing gaze, which was traveling quickly over Alex's and my nearly naked bodies. "Sorry. Of course, it's nice to see you. But we weren't expecting you." "Obviously," he chuckled. "I should have called," he continued. "I had to come to the city for business at the last minute, and I thought it was going to be a quick in and out, and I wouldn't have time to see you. That's why I didn't call. But at the last minute, I found out that I need to be here for at least one more day, and I didn't have plans for tonight, so I had the brilliant idea that I would surprise you two." "Well, you certainly succeeded." I chuckled as the grunts and groans from the living room seemed to be increasing in volume. `Soooo....Are you going to invite me in?" he asked with a hungry look in his eye. Hank had always been flirty with me, and I had never minded. He and my sister had started dating when we were all in high school, and he had been the captain of the varsity high school baseball team. A tall 6'3" with broad shoulders and a tight waist, added to that his dreamy green eyes and dark hair, and he was quite the heartthrob. I had been so jealous of my sister at the time. The last 20 years hadn't done much to take away from his good looks. "Really?" Alex asked, with a hint of optimism in his voice. "Sure," He answered. "Sounds like everyone is having a good time." A well-timed "Take my load" coming from the living room added to the surreal nature of the moment. "You remember how much I liked a good time back in high school." he leered as he began to run the back of his hand across his bulge. It was a look I had seen many times over the years, but I had dismissed it as my imagination. "I'm guessing there is a story there?" Alex asked. "You see, your husband here used to be very generous in helping me out when I was in need back in high school." Alex looked at me, still confused. "When my sister wasn't putting out, which was most of the time, and Hank here had blue balls, he'd suggest that we go throw some hoops, but instead, we would head to his basement where I would blow him to get his rocks off." "How come I've never heard this before?" "Because," I explained. "It only happened a couple of times, and we agreed not to talk about and not to do it again when he graduated, especially since they were about to get engaged." "But I certainly never forgot your generosity. To tell you the truth, I've been tempted a few times over the years to ask you for a repeat performance when you were back home. Your sister has a lot of great qualities, but she has the sex drive of a nun." The confusion I had been feeling was dissipating, and my horniness was beginning to take over again. "All you had to do was ask," I replied, making a show of licking my lips. "So?" Hank asked again. "Are you going to invite me in?" "Well, get in here then," Alex said, grabbing Hank's arm to pull him further into the entryway. "This doesn't get back to your sister?" "Listen, this is the last thing I'm going to tell her about," I swore, with my hand on my heart. As we made our way to the living room, I asked, "I'm assuming this isn't your first rodeo?" "No. Over the years, I've had my fun," Hank answered as he began to loosen his collar. We turned the corner, and the sight before us was as debauched as it could be. There were seven older men, the three of us excluded, and five young men who were either on their knees slurping loudly at a man's cock or taking a pounding like a good little boy. Hank surveyed the scene as he continued to undress. A look exchanged between us, a recognition that we were made of the same material. That behind the shiny, socially acceptable, successful exteriors we showed the world, were rutting animals that could give ourselves over to all of our perverted desires. One pig acknowledging another; the want to fuck with other like-minded men and boys, living on cum, spit, cocks, and assholes alone. Though unexpected from Hank, the all-American small-town nice guy, the throbbing in my cock told me not to question it too much. "I see you like them young," he noted. Any worry I had at the comment vanished as he reached over and squeezed my cock as he continued, "Never ask for ID, I always say." Hank continued to undress as I pointed out our guests. "That's Dustin," I said, pointing to the hairy red-headed man thrusting into a young man who bore a remarkable resemblance to him. "And that's his nephew, Ian." "Tonight is turning into a twisted episode of All in the Family, isn't it?" he asked. Once devoid of all of his clothes, he set his sights on Ian, walking up to the boy as he was getting railed by another man, and slapped his mighty cock against the redhead's cheek. Ian turned and swallowed Hank down like the expert cocksucker he had become. Dustin had brought him to a party last year on Ian's birthday. They had been playing for a few months, and Ian had been hounding his uncle to let him come. Since then, he had come along a few times, and Dustin was proud of the cumdump his nephew was becoming. Hank kept fucking the boy's face for a few minutes before the man pounding Ian, our friend Tobias, ironically a pediatrician, offered Ian's hole up to Hank. Hank bent down to sample the boy's hole with his tongue. The way Hank's eyes lit up, let me know that it was to his liking. I moved to stand next to him as Hank lined the head of his cock up with Ian's hole. He turned to me as he began to slide into the boy, a look of pure lasciviousness on his face. "Fuck!" Ian groaned at the heft of Hank's cock invading his body. "You can take it," Hank hissed as his crotch slammed against the boy's asscheeks. He began to increase his strokes' speed, holding the teen by his waist, pulling him back into his thrusts. "Fuck, he's tight," Hank moaned as he continued, slamming harder and harder into the boy before he turned to look at me again. "You want to come swallow this load for old time's sake?" I fell to my knees in front of him and showed him my tongue as I remembered he used to like. He pulled out of Ian's ass and slapped his heavy cock against my tongue, seeping pre-cum into my mouth. The taste of him and the boy's ass was overwhelming. He stroked his cock, and I saw him hunch before letting out a growl as a large load of cum shot into my mouth. I kept the load in my mouth to savor as Hank recovered. He then surprised me by wrapping his large hand around my neck, pulling me up into a kiss, our tongues wrestling with the load in my mouth. He pulled back and spit into my mouth. "That's certainly new," I said after I had swallowed it all. "I've learned a few new things over the years." he shrugged before turning to find someone else to fuck. I kept an eye on Hank throughout the evening as I returned to my own fun. He worked his way through the party, paying a lot of attention to the young men, fucking all he could, dropping his load into at least 3 of them. At about midnight, Hank walked over to me, drenched with sweat. "I need to head out. I've got an early meeting. Do you mind if I take a shower before I leave?" "Sure. It's down the hall to the right," I pointed. Once he was out of the shower and Hank had dried himself off and gotten redressed, we showed him to the door. "Listen," he said. "When you guys visit for Christmas, let's make sure we get a chance to have a sequel. I fucking needed this, and I'm sure I'll need it then too." "Just say when," Alex said. "Great!" Hank beamed. He turned to me and planted a soft kiss on my cheek before pulling back and winking at me. "You've always been my favorite brother-in-law." Now that we were stuck in New York, getting to fuck with Hank was off the table as well. No holiday decorations, no holiday food, no clandestine holiday threesome with my partner and brother-in-law. Christmas was ruined.