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One weekend that summer my parents went for a trip in their RV and left me
in charge of the place. I'd been teaching English abroad and when I got home
I was broke so I got a job at the corner store and worked on saving up some
money to move back to the city. I couldn't wait to get back to the city,
where I could be as ridiculous as possible, porn shops, bath houses, public
washrooms, and all the wide varieties of men, married, old, young, two or
three or more at a time, all of them just a short bus ride away. Out in the
country where my parents lived there was nothing for me as a 22-year-old to
do. I would often call up my sister-in-law and drink with her while her
husband, my redneck brother, went for drunken road trips with his friends,
but other than her, if there wasn't anyone to come out to my place from the
city, I was alone to look longingly at porn, fantasizing, dreaming about
something hotter than my hand.
Late in the evening, but before the summer sun had set, I'd opened the
bottle of wine I'd bought for myself and started drinking it fairly fast. I
was in the back room finding any sort of porn I could manage for free. My
favorite thing about porn is when an older guy is fucking a younger guy, the
cock being so big for the small hole it actually causes discomfort, and I
look, hunt for that certain look in the young guy's eyes that shows such
anguish. I would read story after story of foced sex. I loved the idea of a
family member forcing the other one to relieve their pent up tensions.
Fathers, drunk, or angry, or sad, hoping and begging and conniving their
young sons to help them, to learn, to obey. As I lingered in the gutter of
the erotic world, my eyes filling with steaming imagery m*****ation,
a*****ion and ****, the sun set, night bugs crept up from the dry beds, and
a moonless summer night rose up like one monstrous shadow. With the music
on, I didn't even notice anyone coming into the house.
At that particular moment I was scrowling with an intense lust, a loud man,
posing as a father, was fucking the shit out of a younger, quieter "son",
the boy was even pissing while being fucked, I was so aroused the I reached
down and rubbed my stiffened, throbbing cock. Leaning back in my chair I was
so shocked to see someone standing in the hall. Undoubtedly they'd heard
everything.
"Who's there?"
"What are you doing?"
It was a boy, my nephew, nine years old. I lashed at the computer, punching
madly at the keyboard, swirling the mouse around. But nothing seemed to make
it stop fast enough. I was trying to get it to stop but I only managed to
make another screen pop up, this time it was the picture I'd been ogling
earlier of a blond boy, quite young, an infant, sucking a big man's cock
like a candy. My nephew asked again, "What are you doing?" He came closer.
"No, go back into the living room, I'll be there in a moment." He didn't
move. "Why are you here, how did you get here?"
He didn't really answer the question the way I'd hoped he would at all. He
didn't even have to yell, his dad was standing right there at the end of the
hall. I heard him say something about the music, about how loud it was. I
couldn't make it all end quickly enough so I just control-alt-deleted the
entire search. I took a sigh of relief.
My nephew was standing right beside my chair now, my cock in my pants oozing
pre-cum, I was afraid to stand, I'd be tenting my cotton pants easily,
obviously, I didn't know what to do.
My brother came down the hall, wearing his work boots as he's oft to do when
he walks into our parents' place. The smack of his entrance into the room
was like ice in a warm drink, the tension cracked as I was so afraid of what
the boy might say.
My brother is seven years older than I am, his name is Ryan and he's Daddy's
Boy. He's the one that took on the construction job like our dad and wears
the work boots well. He's by far my big brother, weighing easily fifty
pounds more than me and standing just slightly taller. He's a family man,
he'd like to think, you know, he keeps traditions up and doesn't like to
deviate. Or so he likes to think. He's as straight as they get, he always
portrays. He drinks a lot though, beer and rye, and he gets so drunk. He
lives only a short distance away so he often drives drunk. Tonight he was
driving drunk. He was drunk right now.
He stood there, all of us lost in the darkness of the house I'd forgotten
while I travelled through the cyber gutter. "How are you doing?"
"Fine," I said, looking at the k**, making sure he didn't think of anything
smart to say.
"What are you doing back here in the dark?"
"I was writing, but then I had to reboot because the computer, it -- it
froze."
"Froze my ass, I bet you were looking at the ladies and stuff."
See the worst part about my brother is that he knows I'm gay but he doesn't
accept it, he enthusiastically announces things like this as if to mask the
truth he knows. He knew what I'd been doing, you could tell he knew what I
was doing, because we're both men and we're both horny on Saturday nights.
Feeling as though my cock had reached a rather softened inclination I chose
to stand and leave the computer behind. When I stood I realized the wine I'd
devoured at the helm of the computer had made me relatively tipsy, I wobbled
with a head rush when I stood and my brother laughed.
"Does Dad have any beer?" I know Dad hates it when my brother comes over and
robs the fridge of the beer.
"What are you doing out and about? Shouldn't you have your son in bed by
now?"
I rubbed the boy's head and moved on from the awkward moment in just such a
way uncles are apt to do in moments like this. Remember when you were young
and you saw something you shouldn't have and the adult just reacted as if
nothing had happened, you wondered about it there for a moment and then you
forgot about it, and forgot about it entirely. When your a deviant man you
hope you can bury in the c***drens' past the secrets of their future with
smiles and kindness. "You want some candy, I think there's some chocolate in
the fridge."
Ryan called from the kitchen, "Don't go offering him some sugar now, it's
way passed his bedtime."
"Oh leave him alone, have a beer," I yelled back.
I told the boy to go play in my father's private den, there was a computer
game in there he liked to play with. Often when he came over he immersed
himself in it for hours and hours, much to the disappointment of my mother,
the shutterbug who was always looking for the next photo op with the lads.
Ryan was already throwing himself down on the couch in the living room with
a great, drunken sigh. Under his weight, the couch slid to one side a bit.
He actually kicked off his boots and they fell on the floor sending the odor
of his sweaty feet all over the room. He was so disgusting.
"Ellen went to Renfew with a couple of the girls, I'm sure they're right
fucked by now." Ellen was his wife, a bit of an alcoholic like her husband,
but the sort of drunk who passes out at bars and wakes up in rigs heading in
the right direction. She'll be back in a couple of days, as usual, saying
that Renfrew was a lot of fun. She'll tell me everything, pissing me off
more than making me jealous, her son will suffer the most of this. Ryan
knows she's sleeping around but he's not the sort to hit a woman. He just
lets her do it. Lets her step all over him, lets her abandon the boy to him.
My brother sulked as he popped open another bottle of beer. I turned on the
television and let it fall, as if unintentionally, upon a porn channel.
"Geez, I wish we got these channels." There was a woman of some Spanish
descent, being fucked hard up the ass by some tan blonde guy with pecs
bigger than her tits. It was actually quite hot because the woman sounded as
though she were hurting, as if she were actually saying no. It was hot, it
reminded me of a pic I'd seen of a little boy crying as a man with a
tremendous cock forced it inside his tiny butt hole. My erection came back,
I didn't even try to hide it.
"Getting turned on by this shit," my brother questioned, "here I thought you
were a flaming queer."
"I am," I said, my voice like a whip reaching all the way across the room
the snap at him.
"Sure don't look like it to me." He pointed with the peak of his ball cap at
the tent in my pants as I stood in the middle of the living room watching
the television. I was kind of emberassed and walked away. I poured myself
some wine.
"Is that what you do while mom and dad are away, you just sit over here and
watch porn and jerk off? I wish I had the time."
"Don't lie to me, of course you have the time."
"What am I supposed to do, get Matt to help me out. That's gross."
There was a sense I got from him that he was desperate. There wasn't the
same sort of anger or animosity in his voice. Maybe he had thought of it
already but recoiled from the idea simply because the only thing he knew how
to do was object to such things. When I looked over at him he wasn't really
looking at anything, he was already falling asleep. I thought I'd taken
advantage of this moment to go back to the back den and see what Matt was
doing. I quietly ambled down the hallway, not really trying to sneak or
anything, but when I got back there I discovered the boy was at the computer
looking at something which must have remained on the desktop from my
previous searches. He was looking at a simple site of young guys fucking.
Just a photo-set, nothing dirty or weird, just two guys having sex.
"What are you looking at?" He turned around, red-faced, shocked, but not
afraid or anything. He was holding his crotch.
"I don't know."
"Have you ever heard about sex? It's what two people do when they like each
other a lot, they touch each other and it feels good, and they touch their
privates to make themselves feel really, really good."
"Do you touch your privates?" He asked it while he looked down at my crotch.
"Oh yes, do you?"
"Sometimes, but I'm afraid of Daddy catching me, he says that we shouldn't
touch ourselves that we should only let other people do it for us. Thing is
I can never find anyone to touch mine for me."
"Can I touch it?" I couldn't believe it, my head was swimming. I took a sip
of my wine and nervously placed it on the desk.
"No," he recoiled.
"Why?"
"I'm too small." He bravely admitted. "Can I touch yours?"
The way we were standing made it very easy for him to look up at me with his
pouting eyes, full of a longing for exploration, for attachment. Uncles are
always in a position to provide what the parents can't. It is my duty to let
him see this. I pulled the waistband of my cotton pants down and revealed my
throbbing, monster cock. Poking out like a eight-inch flag pole, throbbing
from the teasing and lust, it oozed juices, it turned red with intimidation.
It was like an angry dog at the end of its leash. "It can't bite," I said.
Matt looked at it as though the dog's leash might snap and attack him.
"Touch it and you'll see how cool it is."
A symphony of crickets and night bugs played throughout the country valley,
a concerto concerned with the virtuous descent of my innocent nephew. He
reached with such slow apprehension, his eyes darting to the door to see if
anyone was coming. I touched the side of his face, stroking his soft
adolescent cheek with a mixture of calming sympathy and diabollical
determination. My eyes watered, glossed with a devious desire to hurry him
along, to get his hand around my shaft. At that moment there was a clammer
in the other room and Matt jumped in his seats. It seemed the disturbance
shattered the tranquility of entire valley, there was a silence that
stretched as far as the new found night.
I pulled my trousers over my cock and let the elastic slap my belly, I
shrunk immediately. "It's your father, I'll be right back. Don't worry about
it, just stay here."
"He's been drinking since I had breakfast."
Holy fuck, that's new. Usually it doesn't start till noon. I walked out to
the kitchen, beyond, into the living room where my brother, it would seem,
had collapsed in the middle of the living room. Luckily he'd not hit his
head on anything, but he was shaking. He looked up at me. "I need to go to
the washroom, I can't stand up."
He was disgusting. "You're not driving home."
"I know."
I bent over and tried to pick him, "Come on, you have to help me."
With a great lumbering effort he did his best to lift himself up with me
under his arms to assist him, I mumbled, "You may be my brother but you are
heavy."
He forced a laugh. Dizzily he arrived on his feet and I started to walk him
to the washroom, his son was standing at the hallway witnessing his father.
I wanted to tell him this isn't what drinking is all about, that his father
had drank too much, that there can be a good side to celebrating with a
drink, but something inside me told me that my nephew had already decided
his parents were ugly from their abuse of alcohol and there was nothing I
could do about that.
"Matt go in the back room, you don't need to see this," he father said, then
belched disgustingly. He didn't sound well. "I think I'm going to barf."
"Did you eat anything today?"
"Breakfast of champions." Whatever that was today, I didn't really want to
know, sounded as though he ate nothing by the sounds of it.
Standing in the washroom he fumbled with his belt. "Ah, I can't do it. Get
it for me now."
I balanced him on his own heels and fiddled with the buckle on his belt, all
rather objectively, as though I were a nurse unawares that I was undressing
my brother. Suddenly his pants fell and from his boxers emerged his eel of a
cock, instantly he starting pissing, it splashed everywhere until I grabbed
it, hot and throbbing, and aimed the head of it at the toilet. As he pissed
I let my fingers stroke the sharp little hairs of his sack and his cock
started to grow. I looked at his face, his eyes were closed in silent
revelry. Soon his pissing subsided but he stayed like that, wobbling in
ecstasy. I was getting hard as he was, his boner strengthening warmly in my
fingers.
"Don't do that," he said, but that was all he said. He didn't fight me, he
didn't try to push me off. He began to lean back and soon he was leaning
against the vanity, smashing into it, making a clatter of the soaps and
perfumes my mother had arranged so neatly.
I was stroking his cock. I'd always wanted to do this to be honest. I
couldn't believe was free to do this with him while he was unaware. He
clumsily smacked the top of my head. I wasn't sure if it was attempt to
steer me away or to encourage me closer, I interpretted it as the latter and
leaned in for my first taste of my brother's man cock. It was so much
thicker than mine, it smelled so rich of his poor hygiene but it didn't
matter. I licked the head of it, tasting the beer-enhanced urine and then
put the whole of it in my mouth, without looking up or hesitating I sucked
him harder and harder. Quickly I ushered on his semen, I wanted him to cum
fast so he wouldn't decide it was wrong. I was good at sucking cock, I'd
been doing it for years, I was determined to take his load in my mouth. It
didn't take long either, he jerked and spat some curse, suddenly his large
load was coating my throat. I pulled off and he sluggishly shot one more out
and it hit the side of my face.
"I have to lie down." He mumbled.
I lead him to the couch and lay him there, pulling up a garbage bin next to
him. Then I went back to the back room and found my nephew there looking at
things I'd looked at before. "Now," I said, clearing my throat, "where were
we?"
"I saw what you did to my dad, why did you do that?"
"Because us grown ups need to have someone do that to us, it helps us think
clearly. Your dad was acting so strangely because it'd been so long since
someone had done it to him."
"Does my mom do it to him," he asked so innocently.
"I doubt it."
"Who does it to you?"
"I haven't had anyone do it to me in a while." I looked around, the room
seemed to be watching. "Let's go into my room. My room was just down the
hall a little more. Our house was a converted trailer, there were all sort
of room at this end of it. My room was filled with books, my nephew always
loved looking through these books but I always told his grandmother to not
let him go in there alone in case he stumbled upon some of the porn
magazines I stowed away in there. I lay on my bed and told him to come on up
next to me. I pulled down my pants and got naked in my bed. "You do the
same, we're both guys here and your dad's sound asleep, don't worry about
it." He was still rather hesitant. "Here," I coaxed him, "let me help you
with your shirt."
"I can do it." He pulled with his might to get his shirt off, revealing the
baby fat that would go away with puberty. He was charming. My nephew was the
first son of the next generation, my sister had some k**s but they would
come later. This boy was like a beacon for all of us, he was born as if for
the sole purpose of reminding all of us that there were c***dren in this
world, with innocence and hope for our degenerate family. He stood and
pulled down his jogging pants and stayed for a second in his red-lined
tighty-whities. I told him to stay standing for a moment so I could look at
him. I told him he was beautiful. He blushed. "A handsome boy, you make me
so proud." I rubbed his crotch and felt within the cotton his little package
was hard, I told him to remove his underwear for me to see.
I'd never seen a boy naked before. I mean, when I was a k** I'd seen my
friends naked, but now that I was older I'd never seen it, the golden youth,
the flawless skin, unblemished with the crop of dark hair that comes with
time, free from the atrocity of cum, I leaned up and kissed his boy penis
softly, holding it in my lips. "How does that feel?"
"It feels really good."
"It did for me too -- maybe you should try it with mine. Put my cock in your
mouth boy. Suck it like a popsicle." He got on his knees, I was lying flat
on my back, he grabbed it in his hand and pointed the throbbing head of it
as his puckered, pink lips. There was some precum coming out.
"What is that?"
"It's the stuff that makes it feel so good. Go ahead, taste it, see if you
like it."
He licked it right off the top of my cock. I was getting so tense, I thought
I might cum right then, right all over his face. He said then that he didn't
like it. This from the k** who doesn't like anything, of course he didn't
like it. I smiled as he knotted his face with the strange new taste. "I
don't want to do this anymore."
I couldn't believe it.
"What do you mean? Please, do it for your uncle. Do it for me like I did it
for your Daddy?"
He looked at my cock, suddenly he lowered his head onto it while he kept his
eyes on mine for any sign that I might give up, soon his lips were around it
and he licked it cautiously. Oh it felt so good, and what really drove me
wild was how big my cock looked compared to his sweet little face. Feeling
teased more than relieved I gave him instruction. "Stroke it with your hand.
Suck it a little. Lick it all the way down and lick here and spit on it. Get
it all wet. I love it. It feels so good." The wild lust in my cock steered
me and I told him to stop for a second.
I've always loved face fucking and I couldn't resist. I had to do it. I
stood on my bed and told him to stay on his knees, it was perfect. I held
his head in my hands forced my cock in his mouth, he whimpered but I didn't
listen to him. I fucked his young face like a virgin ass, not aware of
anything that was going on around me. I arched my back and put the thrust of
my thighs into the gyration. Snot was coming down his red little face, he
was crying. Suddenly I pulled out and jerked it a bit and shot the
long-coming load all over his little face.
At that moment his father stepped in and said, "What the fuck did you just
do?"
"I taught him how to take care of you in the future."
"Bastard. Now I'm going to teach you to mess with my boy."
My brother grabbed my arm and yanked me away from my nephew. I threw me
against the book shelf and it wobbled on its foundation. I was smiling
though, I couldn't wait for what was coming. Stupid redneck, thinks this is
supposed to scare me.
Off the shelf then onto the bed, he threw me with incredible force. He spit
on his rejuvenated cock and right in front of his son he forced himself
inside me. I squirmed, it had been a long time but I took it with a grin. He
leaned over and in my ear, with his breath wreaking like an alcoholic's, he
spat, "You like that homo? Then take it like a man, mother fucker!"
He then proceeded to drive himself angrily inside me. I closed my eyes and
savored my brother's ****. I watched my nephew smile and wipe my cum off his
lips. Suddenly my brother realized he wasn't getting anywhere so he picked
me and told me to spread myself against the bookshelf, "Oh ya," I shouted as
he drove himself in the depth of his cock. "Fuck me harder!"
"You like that eh," he grunted as he pounded my ass with his manhood. He
tried to slap my ass but succeeded in punching it more than anything. And
when he got the idea he proceeded to add a beating to the v******e. I took
it well, he punched harder against my thigh, I was going to have huge
bruises but I took it, I didn't say a word. Soon snough he pulled out and
told me to sit on the bed where I took his mean load all over my face.
"Bastard." But there was something in his voice that accented his pleasure.
"Feel good," I coyly suggested.
"Shut up."
"Anytime."
He flagged his son to join him and I was left naked and soiled on the bed
I'd grown up on. I heard him stammer out of the house, sobered by his sin,
they hopped in the truck and drove off into the night and I could hear
returning to the house the serenade of twilight's orchestra. In the darkness
I grinned, a sinister but caring smile.
That was just the beginning.
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