Date: Fri, 9 Feb 2024 18:19:52 +0000 From: David Greg Denton Subject: With Family It's Not Cheating - Part 3 With Family, It's Not Cheating – Part 3 Gay, Incest, Adult, Older/Younger, Cousins, Uncle, Nephew If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to donate! It's easy, just follow the link http://donate.nifty.org * * * * As soon as Lance texted, "Goodnight," Troy went into the bathroom to take a shower himself. Wil was just finishing up, so he gave his cousin, Troy, a peck on the lips as he passed him then went into the living room to watch TV until Troy was finished and they could go to bed. Troy emerged about ten minutes later, still drying his hair. "Whatcha watchin'?" he asked. "Nothing really. Ready for bed?" Troy smiled and jerked his head toward the bedroom as his answer. Wil switched off the TV and followed his cousin into the bedroom. Wil waited for Troy to pick a side then slid in from the other. "Night, Cuz," Wil said as he leaned over and kissed Troy on the mouth. The kiss was short but still longer than the peck he'd gotten earlier. "Night, Wil." Then Wil closed his eyes and went to sleep. It took Troy a little longer. He couldn't help but think that he'd somehow cheated on his boyfriend despite what Wil had said. Eventually, he closed his eyes though and fell asleep. His dreams were of Wil and Rich and the threesome he'd always wanted but would probably never have. The next morning, Wil awoke to an empty bed and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. He got up and went looking for his cousin who he found in the kitchen cooking something on the stove. He came up behind him, gave him a hug and said, "Morning, Cuz." Then he kissed him on the back of the neck. "Morning. Pour yourself a cup of coffee. Breakfast will be ready in a minute." He did as instructed then sat down at the breakfast bar. Troy served up some scrambled eggs, bacon and toast then joined him. Troy asked about Wil's love life to which he replied that he was currently dating a man and a woman and that they were a happy throuple. Again, Troy was speechless but once he had regained the gift of language he said, "Well, then I hope the three of you are very happy together." Wil assured him that they were then they finished breakfast. Wil took a quick shower then got dressed. At the door, he said, "This has been an awesome reunion, Cuz. Thanks for. . . well everything really." That's when Troy remembered the drawing. "I almost forgot! Wait here." Then he dashed into the studio, rolled up the drawing, placed a rubber band around it and brought it back into the foyer. Handing it to Wil he apologized, "I'm sorry I don't have a tube to put it in." Wil smiled and replied, "It's okay. I'll ask at the hotel if they have something. I appreciate this," Wil said as he held up his now treasured original, "and thanks for last night. It was a fantasy come true." Troy was flattered and responded, "For me too." Then he took his cousin in his arms, hugged him tightly and kissed him. "Keep in touch?" Troy asked after he'd let him go. "Try and ditch me, I dare you," Wil answered. Troy laughed then opened the door. He waved as Wil walked down the hall then closed the door once he had walked around the corner and was out of sight. He spent the rest of the day on a new sculpture of his cousin and after many hours was pleased with the final result adding it to the shelf next to the one of Lance. * About a month after Wil spent the weekend at Troy's, he got a call from his uncle. "Hey, Troy, it's your favorite uncle!" Troy laughed because Tony was his only uncle. "Hey, Uncle Tony! How are you?" "I'm staying out of trouble and you?" "Keeping busy." "Glad to hear it. Listen, the reason I called is because Wil and I were hoping you were free to come camping with us next weekend. Sorry for the short notice but what do you think? Can you take the weekend off?" Troy thought this must be the trip to the nude resort Wil had mentioned when he was visiting, and he didn't want to pass up the opportunity to hang out with both of them in the nude, so he answered, "Yes, I can. Lance will be at training camp so I'm free. Tell me where and when and I'll be there." "Fantastic! I'll text you with the details. Gotta go. Looking forward to it!" "Me too!" Troy assured him as he was disconnected. On the day Tony and Wil were scheduled to pick Troy up, he had been ready for almost an hour and was doodling in his journal when his phone vibrated. There was a text message from his uncle saying he was outside waiting. Troy grabbed his overnight bag and headed down the hall and out to the parking lot. He saw a medium-sized RV double parked and his uncle was waving at him from the open side door. Troy smiled and said, "Hey, Uncle Tony. This is some recreational vehicle you've got here!" Tony laughed and stepped aside to let Troy in. "It's not as big as I would have liked but it's all I could afford on my salary. Just put your bag down anywhere and join me up front," he said as he closed the door. "No, it's nice but. . . where's Wil?" Troy asked as he looked around before sitting down in the passenger's seat. "Bad news, I'm afraid. He got called into work at the last minute. Several people are out with the flu, and he had to cover. Hope you don't mind if it's just the two of us," Tony asked trying not to sound like he would be extremely disappointed if Troy decided to back out. Tony got into the driver's seat and waited for Troy's response. "No, no, not at all," Troy assured him. "Good," Tony answered, then Tony put the vehicle in drive and as they left the parking lot. Troy added, "I was just surprised that he wasn't with you, that's all." "Yeah, he normally doesn't work weekends but when multiple people are out sick, he doesn't really have a choice. So what do you think of this little beauty?" Tony asked. Troy looked around and answered, "It's nice. Very. . . compact." Tony laughed out loud, and Troy decided he liked his uncle's uninhibited laugh better than his usual self-contained one. "That's a nice way of saying small. But that's okay. I got it for a good price at an ATF seizure auction and I don't regret it for a minute." Troy twisted around and asked. "Where do you sleep?" "Oh, there's a bedroom past the kitchen and bathroom. Hope you don't mind sharing the bed with me. It's cozy but still a good size." Troy was thrilled at the news that he'd be sharing a bed with his uncle, but he tried to downplay it. "Oh no, it's fine. I don't take up much room." Tony found that funny, so he laughed out loud again. Troy was having trouble keeping his dick from jumping each time he heard that baritone laugh. A sexy laugh had always been one of his weaknesses. "I'm sorry, Troy. That just struck me as funny. Rich doesn't take up much room. You, on the other hand, are a good size but I'm sure we'll be able to make it work. Wil and I always do." Now Troy had visions of father and son spooning in a tiny bed and his dick began to fill. Tony took a quick glance at Troy and could tell that something was up. His face was red, and his crotch was definitely bigger than before. He was beginning to wonder if Troy was thinking about something he'd said or was just missing his boyfriend. Either way, he was looking forward to spending some naked time with his nephew. The rest of the drive was pleasant and filled with conversation about what Troy had been up to since he graduated from high school. Naturally, Troy left out the sad years after his mother's death which he had spent being abused by his dad and then his years in foster care. Tony couldn't help but feel like he'd missed out on so much time with his nephew and was hoping the weekend would be a good start toward making up for it. When they arrived at the gatehouse of the nudist resort, they checked in and were given the number of their assigned parking spot and told where it was located. Once parked, they hooked up the electricity and water, then undressed, applied sunscreen to themselves (and each other's backs). Troy couldn't help but admire how his uncle had aged over the past ten years. He was still physically fit but even hotter than before, if that was at all possible. And Tony was astonished at how beautifully Troy had matured. Gone was the skinny kid from ten years ago. He had been replaced by a hunky young man who Tony was proud to be seen with. They went for a tour of the compound. There was a beach volleyball area, an archery range, a yoga/exercise pavilion, a covered area for painting, basketweaving and pottery making and a building where meals were served, and the evening movie was shown. There were small cabins dotted across the landscape, tents as well, and a sweat lodge, but the small lake was what intrigued Troy the most. You could swim or canoe in it. There was even a diving platform out in the middle. "So what would you like to do first?" Tony asked. "I don't know," Troy answered truthfully as he threw up his hands. "There are just way too many choices!" Tony chuckled and suggested, "How about we join the next game of volleyball? We'll need to rinse off all the sand before lunch, but we can go back to the RV for towels." Troy thought about it and the idea of getting sand in every hole and crevice of his body did not appeal to him at all. "May I infer from your hesitation that you're worried about the sand?" Troy smiled sheepishly and nodded. "Then how about archery? I must admit I'm pretty good." "It's been a long time since I picked up a bow and arrow, but I'll give it a try," Troy admitted. After Tony had been thoroughly trounced by his nephew, he had to ask, "So where did you learn to shoot like that?" Trying to act innocent, Troy replied, "Did I forget to mention that I was state archery champ in high school?" "Yes, I believe you did," Tony answered trying to sound testy but failing miserably. He hugged his nephew to show him there were no hard feelings and suggested they get something to eat. After lunch, Troy asked Tony what he'd like to do. Tony suggested they try yoga. He was actually quite good at it but didn't know what Troy's skill level was. Of course, after the first few poses, Tony was sweating profusely while Troy had barely begun to sweat at all. So Tony had to admit that his nephew was better at that than he was as well. "Is there anything you can't do?" Tony asked after the session was finished. "Well, to be honest, I never learned how to dive. I mean I swim, obviously, but I would have loved to have learned how to dive into a pool. I always manage to do a bellyflop and I hate having to walk in using the steps. There just never seemed to be enough time to learn when I was growing up and then. . . well you know." Tony hugged him and asked. "Would you like me to give you a few diving lessons?" Troy's eyes lit up at the offer. "Yes, I would. Very much!" Tony nodded his head once then replied, "Let's go then." They swam out to the platform and Tony proceeded to talk Troy through a basic dive then showed him what an easy four step dive progression looked like. Troy watched each step intently then imitated his uncle. With each step, Troy got better and grew more confident. After the last successful step he dove into the lake perfectly and there were high fives and hugs once he had climbed back onto the platform. Troy's love for his uncle grew exponentially after that. They laid in the sun for a while then swam back to the shore, went for a walk and got to know one another even better, sharing hobbies and interests both varied and similar. Tony was finding his nephew infinitely more interesting than his youngest son, Rich, but he would never have said it out loud. He was just sorry he'd not had the chance to get to know Troy better sooner. Thinking about a decade of time lost always seemed to make Tony quite sad, but he was careful not to let it show. They took showers individually in the small bathroom in the RV before dinner, then stayed afterward for the movie, a tragic, old black and white film noir about an aging silent film star and her young gigolo. Troy had seen it, but Tony never had. The latter ended up enjoying it very much. Back in the RV, after they finished in the bathroom, Tony asked what side Troy usually slept on. "Either side is fine with me, really. When Lance isn't home, I tend to sleep in the middle. Which side do you sleep on, Uncle Tony?" Tony informed Troy that he slept on the left then asked, "Do you think you could just call me Tony? I don't think we need all this uncle business anymore, do you? I mean we're both adults." "I guess I could. I mean it'll be hard at first, but I'll try." "Thanks. Now let's go to bed." They climbed in on either side then faced each other. "I want you to know how proud I am of the man you've become," Tony started. "You've been through so much and still managed to come out the other side a kind and loving human being when you could have just as easily. . ." He stopped himself just short of making the comparison. "Turned into my father. I had a lot to prove after that. I needed to prove to myself that I was nothing like him. I'd like to think I succeeded." Tony reached out to caress his nephew's face. "You did, Troy, in so many more ways than you could possibly imagine." "Thanks, Uncle. . . I mean Tony. That means a lot coming from you. Can I make a confession?" "Well, I'm not a priest but why not?" Troy chuckled and continued, "When I was younger, I had a huge crush on you." "Me?!" Tony asked incredulously. "Not Wil?" "You, not Wil. He was a boy, and you were a man. You were, and still are the tall, broad shouldered, handsome, hairy, kind, gentle, accepting man I always wished had been my dad." "Stop. You make me sound like some kind of boy scout demigod, which I'm not, but thanks for that." "You're welcome. And now with the graying at the temples," Troy started as he ran a finger over the hair above his uncle's ear, "and the salt and pepper chest hair," he said as he ran his fingers through the thick hair on his uncle's chest, "you're even sexier than you were ten years ago." He thinks I'm sexy, Tony thought. He was hard as a rock at Troy's admission. Impulsively, he leaned forward and kissed Troy on the mouth. When he realized what he'd done, drew back and quickly said, "I am so sorry, Troy, I never should have done that!" Troy smiled because it had been a good kiss, and he didn't think there was anything to apologize for. "It's okay, Tony. I've always wondered what it would be like to kiss you and now I know." "You have?!" Tony asked, unable to contain his astonishment. Troy chuckled and replied, "Yeah, I have. I know how it must sound but like I said, I've had a crush on you since I was a kid." Tony couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew he should nip this in the bud right then and there but couldn't. He needed to make a confession of his own, "I have something I need to tell you, Troy. When Wil and I come on these trips, we're. . . intimate with each other." Troy smiled and said, "I figured as much. Wil is a very sexual person, and I can easily see the two of you together." Tony was blown away at Troy's acceptance. "I thought you'd be, I don't know, repulsed by my admission that I fuck my own son." "No, not repulsed, turned on actually," then he pulled down the covers to reveal his rock-hard cock. Tony was pleasantly surprised at how big it was. "Impressive," Tony admitted, then he pulled down the covers to reveal his own stiff prick and it was Troy's turn to say, "Equally impressive." He knew it shouldn't have but it made Tony feel good to hear that Troy was pleased with his cock. Troy made the first move by reaching down and wrapping his hand around it. It was hot and hard and Troy was thrilled when his uncle did the same to his own. (to be continued in Part 4)