Another Nephew Joins Us …
and Surprises Us
“Hey Uncle Al Mom told me your in San Diego” I’d smiled when I saw it was my nephew Eric then winced at his mis-use of language.
Another text. “I’m up the coast at Mom’s house in Costa Mesa and would love 2 c u”
Kent was at the condo in La Jolla working that Sunday afternoon while I was at the dealership office in North County; I was there on a consulting assignment to integrate a big network of recently-acquired auto dealerships for my former employers and current consulting clients. I sent my husband a text forwarding Eric’s texts. “Does he have blue balls again and need his uncles to give him the relief he deserves?” Kent fired back.
Oh; that. Kent and I were vacationing in Hawaii a little over two years ago. My nephew and his girlfriend joined us after I’d invited his mother my one-time sister-in-law and she couldn’t take advantage of the offer. She suggested we offer the spare room in our condo to Eric and whatever-her-name-was; and then the girlfriend ragged-out on my nephew … figuratively and literally. My millennial surfer stud of a nephew had some of the bluest balls I’ve known of; truly an acute case. At least until he availed himself of some no-mess no-fuss sex with a couple of his uncles who were more than glad to offer him the relief he desperately needed.
I should add that like my “nephew” Bran my “nephew” Eric isn’t really my nephew. My ex’s sister and her ex-husband are Eric’s parents; his mother and I had become close long ago when I was married to her sister and remained like siblings through our children’s maturity. But despite the lack of blood connection Eric grew-up as my nephew; that wild time for that week in Hawaii was incest in my mind.
I texted Kent back. “I’d pay to see Eric and Bran go at it.” The thought emerged unexpectedly as I thumbed the text; two muscled hairy studs … sweaty and straining as they chased their releases. And I realized my filthy brain was just as hot for my nephew as I’d been in Hawaii; shame and excitement flooded my senses and filled my dick.
“Eric would destroy Bran’s cunt,” Kent sent back and I remembered Eric’s big dick with a fondness that emanated from my ass. “I’d love to be stroking your cock or fingering your hole while we watch them up close enough for their sweat and spit to splash us,” he added and my dick throbbed painfully inside my boxer briefs in my well-fitted slacks.
“Fuuuuuuck!” I texted back. And then my phone rang.
Of course it was Kent. “How are those slacks fitting while you’re in your suit in the office there being all professional?” Of course he knew what his dirty texts were doing to me.
“If I could leave my desk without everyone seeing what a perv I am I’d get back there and show you … roughly,” I told him in a low voice to avoid anyone over-hearing with the door open to the office I was using and the place bustling with activity in the areas outside.
“Just carry your suit jacket over your arm in front of you! I want to see your beautiful cock while I fuck your ass and make you erupt while you think of that stud of a nephew of yours unloading in you.”
That was it. I got out of my chair, adjusted my boner so it wasn’t in danger of snapping or pretzeling in my boxer briefs and slacks, and too-awkwardly slung my suit coat over my arm and held it in front of me. I answered in a low growl. “Who says it’ll be you doing the fucking?”
Kent’s voice was hoarse but decisive. “Fuuuuuuck hon! Get home. Fast. But drive safe. I’ll be ready.”
He was. I saw him in the broad open space ass-up face-down over the back of the couch; and slicked already. “Fuckin’ rail me Al,” he said into the back of the leather sofa as I shut the condo door behind me.
I went full-hard again instantly after deflating (only some) on the half-hour drive. I had in fact driven very carefully; after our catastrophic wreck in 2020 Kent’s caution was taken to heart. I didn’t do more than unzip, pushed my slacks and boxer briefs down, and slammed through his opening balls-deep.
“Arrrrrrrrrgh!” Kent nearly screamed; but I knew it was what he wanted.
I pounded him mercilessly as he continued to wail. His wails morphed into taunts. “You gonna fuck your surfer-stud nephew like this? Ruin that straight cunt of his like you’re owning mine?”
“Shut it!” I said with spit flying in the late afternoon low sun coming from the wall of windows to the Pacific. I was getting too excited too fast; I fucked Kent too rarely to not try to make it last.
In response my husband clenched his hole so tight around me it took my breath away. He also reached back under and caught my swinging balls and gave them as brutal a work-out as I was thrashing his hole. Obviously he had conflicting ideas about what my body would do and when.
“Give it up!” he growled back at me and yanked my aching sac harder.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” I shouted while it ripped through me. From pain in my balls to explosion to expulsion in wracking ejaculations; I shoved deep and held as my DNA flooded him and I rode the high.
When I was done he was still moaning and then yipped when I roughly yanked my fat flared head out through his always-tight opening. For good measure I shoved his butt-cheek until he toppled to his side against the back of the couch and fell in a heap with his raging dick swaying like a skyscraper in an earthquake. “Jack it!” I ordered.
Kent’s eyes burnt into mine as he swiped his left hand over his cummy hole and then slicked his humongous hard-on more than it was with his pre already. With his eyes locked into mine he stroked agonizingly slowly up the long length and back again and I watched my cream add to his pre that was flowing steadily in globs from his enormous piss slit. The pace increased as I stood there mesmerized with my dick sagging and dripping into my slacks and underwear and my knees shaking; but I couldn’t take my eyes off him or off the amazing dick I’m usually the one pleasing.
“Any further instructions?” he asked defiantly.
“Finger your slut-hole.”
He did … three. And then he brought them to his mouth and sucked noisily. “We taste fuckin’ good,” he cooed and grinned before going back in. Never breaking that intense eye contact.
“Make yourself cum!” I ordered him a long minute or three later.
He smirked. He’s so fuckin’ handsome when he smirks. “I’ve been waiting for you to get around to that.”
A twisting stroke more concentrated on his tomato-sized head, some grunts of exertion while his other hand worked deeper in his hole, and finally a strangled cry a few very long minutes later as his huge balls nearly disappeared up inside. A forceful fountain of cum erupted as his dick twitched and shot to his nose at high velocity in a first thick strand. Then another twitch and another thick strand hit his lips again; I swear I heard the SPLAT. Then another his chin. Then several painted streaks on his sweaty sculpted torso and abs. All the while he moaned and panted and stroked and choked his dick; and his big hairy balls slowly descended again.
I stood dumbly in awe of his virility and output. “Your. Tie.” It was two gasps but clearly an order. I pulled my expensive designer tie which he had given me as a gift and got it off my neck and flung it to him. He caught it in mid-air after releasing his monster dick; it flopped down against his ripped abs with a THWACK and a splat. I winced as he wiped his face with the too-fine tie as his cum rag; and I wondered why I wasn’t licking him clean and savoring his essence. His eyes still locked on mine. My dick was reasserting itself; that’s how hot it was to watch his muscular forearms, his beautiful face, his heaving torso muscles.
My watch pinged and it startled me. It startled me so much that I forgot my slacks and tight boxer-briefs were around my ankles, started to take a step to turn and grab my phone from my suit coat I’d fling somewhere on the way in. I toppled sideways, and fell to my knees with a sickening rip that I knew were my slacks. Fuck! The tie and my suit!
Moment over. I heard Kent stifle a laugh. I let out my own. We laughed until he was leaning from behind me on the edge of the sofa kissing my neck and hugging me tightly from behind. “Thank you,” he said into my ear. “For it all Al; for everything we have.”
I turned and we kissed in that awkward position for who knows how long.
We’d showered together Monday morning and went a few rounds while the precious California water resource cascaded negligently over us. We were toweling ourselves. “Who was it who texted at that awkward moment last night when you were re-raping me with your eyes?”
“Oh heck!” I cried. Kent looked confused. “It was Eric again; I never responded to his first texts yesterday or to that one.
Kent laughed. “I know how you can make it up to him.”
I faced him annoyed. “You know just because we fucked around with my nephew … “ I stopped; not sure at all where I was going with that when my dick made its desires clear to me.
“Doesn’t mean we won’t again?” Kent offered with a snarky grin.
I had no answer; try as I might to put that genie back in its bottle we’d debauchedly ducked around with my straight nephew. And enjoyed the living fuck out of it. I grabbed my watch from the shower niche where I’d put it after soaping and rinsing it. I got it unlocked but squinted trying to read the text. “I’ll get your glasses,” Kent said with absolutely no tease. I looked up and glared at him but was quickly distracted by his bouncing bubble butt after he passed.
I was equally distracted by the pronounced V of his torso, the shredded muscle and his big swinging dick and bull balls when he returned with my reading glasses. “My phone would have made the glasses unnecessary,” I grumbled as I put them on.
“Lasix would have saved me a trip,” Kent shot back.
We both laughed and then kissed and finally I read the text on my phone.
“Hey Uncle Al did u get my other txts?” It honestly hurts to read the text shorthand almost as much as mis-spellings and improper punctuation that pervades anything on screen these days. “I’d really like 2 c u n Uncle Kent and your not too far away. I think about our time in Hawaii a lot.”
“Of course he does,” Kent said with a laugh.
“Stop it!” I shot his way. “I’m sure he means family, the trip, the place … and … “
“Particularly the ‘and.’ And getting his rocks off as often as a young buck could; which as I recall was OFTEN!”
“I feel so fuckin’ dirty perving on my nephew,” I said and meant it.
Kent took hold of my very hard dick. “I see how dirty you feel. That’s what makes it so much fun. Like Bran.” He stroked me and then went to his knees and licked my length. “Go ahead; answer him,” he prompted as if he wasn’t distracting me like crazy.
I didn’t answer Eric’s texts (now two of them) for quite a while after that; not until we each had a belly full of cum on top of the breakfast we’d had before the first round of the morning. We’d had each other as excitedly as we had earlier, and then we took our time again wasting “California’s most precious natural resource” and languidly lathered each other and cooled down.
“Are we heading to the gym?” I asked Kent when we were dry and leaving the bathroom … finally.
“Are you answering Eric?” he countered.
I’d honestly forgot; again. Guilty conscience; denial. I went out into the master bedroom and was again stopped in my tracks by the vastness and beauty of the ocean out the wall of windows. Kent brought my phone which explained why my sex-addled brain couldn’t see it on the bed-side. “You really want me to get Eric to meet-up don’t you?” I asked him a bit more sharply than I’d meant.
“I like him; and I liked having sex with him,” Kent said as if he was summarizing a movie we’d gone to see. “But mostly I think he wants to explore more of his homo side and clearly he feels comfortable with us. I wouldn’t want him to feel rejected and to have that retard his sexual trajectory.”
“Sometimes that PhD of yours just sprays all over the place,” I kidded him. I had no idea why Kent thought that; there had been no communication about the sex in all the times we’d interacted with Eric in the past two years.
“Look hon; you know I’d never force you to do anything you didn’t want to be forced to do. But I’d like to see Eric, I suspect he’d like to take it further, and even if that didn’t happen I know you love the kid and will be happy to see him.”
I couldn’t argue; even with what Kent didn’t say, which was that I enjoyed my balls off with the sex with my nephew that year in Hawaii. And recently with Bran; what the fuck was I becoming? The perv uncle from Tommy? Fuckin’ Uncle Ernie!
My mind when to jacking-off to Oliver Reed and Roger Daltry … then Tina Turner … and then the Cadillac convertible and the irresistible Ann-Margret in her sexy prime. And of my bucket list item to get off in a speeding convertible with the top down.
“Anything you decide,” Kent prompted me and broke me out of my trance-like memory of the weirdly suggestive convertible scene from the movie.
“Oh. My. God! Seriously?” I cried in mock outrage. “All right already!”
I Siri’d a text back to Eric. “We’re staying in La Jolla and have a spare bedroom in the condo we’re using. I’m here working a consulting gig, busy tomorrow through Saturday during the days, and then we go home for about ten days until after Easter. Kent’s taking a break here with me so he’s free during the days this week. How long can you visit for?” I turned to Kent after telling Siri to send the text. “Happy now?”
“You’re grinning hon. You’re happy we’re going to see Eric. And I’m happy if you’re happy.” The last he said very seriously and hugged me and kissed me softly on my neck behind my ear in the place that makes me melt. I knew he meant it.
“Let’s hit the gym so I can continue to hex you with my bodily charms,” I joked as I pulled away.
We were walking into the commercial gym a short distance from the condo in an area we’d come to know as North Point when Eric replied a short time later. We both looked at the text. “I can come down any time. I don’t have a gig until Sat pm. Just hangin out, drying out, bored, lonely. That is if u 2 want me.”
“Oh we want him,” Kent mugged. “More importantly HE wants US! ‘Bored. Lonely.’ Translation: ‘horny as fuck!’ and knows we know just what he needs.”
The VERY hot ginger behind the check-in desk caught that and grinned widely. He gave us the once over with his eyes and then went over us again and grinned wider with intense eye contact when he’d ogled us enough. Finally he said, “Enjoy the … pump men!”
Kent looked at him for long enough that he finally broke eye contact. Satisfied Kent handed him his phone. Without words passing between them the hot guy knew what to do and put his name and number into Kent’s phone and handed it back with a bigger grin. Kent said, “My husband’s a nymphomaniac. I’m always looking for men to keep his needs satisfied.”
“Really!” the buffed redhead said and the grin persisted. “I specialize in over-sexed DILFs.”
“We’ll be in touch,” Kent said hurriedly back to the stud attendant as I pulled him away.
We did some cardio to get our heart rates up. I texted Eric and found out that he too was leaving SoCal following the Saturday night gig his band has booked; unlike me he had nothing going on until then. The net result was he was driving down; leaving within an hour or so of right then. He’d likely be there when we returned from the gym or not too long thereafter.
“One question,” my husband said as we went to the weight machines. I looked his way and clicked off the audio book I’d gone back to after the text exchange. “While you’re at work will you mind me balling Eric senseless?”
I rolled my eyes. “I am willing to bet that he’s really put out of his mind; our Waikiki wild side walk.”
“Wait what?” he teased. “I don’t remember any shenanigans out on the sidewalk.” Kent’s testosterone is obviously raging and he still funny.
He shoved his shoulder into mine. “Let’s go at it really hard and make Eric drool when he sees how pumped we are.”
We arrived back at the condo as Eric arrived; we’d not timed it but it happened we were finished and deciding whether to shower there when he texted that he was ten maybe twelve minutes away. We went straight back, parked underground, and then went to the lobby; Eric called as we emerged from the stairwell and we saw him standing there across the lobby. Breathtaking was the only word for him; stupefyingly so.
I’d never seen my nephew with a good haircut, anything but baggy clothes, or a clean shave; he was a scruffy long-haired surfer since he hit puberty and a messy kid before that. Suddenly he was immaculately groomed including perfectly cut clothing that was color-coordinated.
Eric is taller than I am; about Kent’s height of six-three. He’s as muscular and cut as my husband with shoulders noticeably broader. The shirt showed the V of his torso to painful (at least in my shorts) perfection. And his walking shorts were tight and showed-off his ample bulge like a beacon; I could only fantasize from that angle about his hairy ass as I ogled his dark and now-trimmed chest hair at his open collar. His big biceps and triceps stretched the arms of his tail-out button-up shirt just right.
He rushed toward us as we crossed the lobby and we met and bro-hugged; me first then Kent. “You look great!” I told him and Kent chimed in as enthusiastic as I was thinking.
Eric blushing was a sight. “Thanks uncles; I … “
Before he could finish an equally tall, tanned, and stunning immaculately groomed young man of similar early thirtyish age rushed in and up to us. He threw his arm around Eric’s shoulders and said, “Sorry babe. Had to take that call; it was my mom.” I was stunned. “And these are your uncles I’ve heard so much about?” I just looked dumbly at Eric despite a big hairy hand stretched toward us.
Kent recovered, took the hand, and introduced himself. “Nice to meet you. I’m Eric’s Uncle Kent Sherbourne and that’s his Uncle Al Sherbourne my husband. You are?”
“Oh I’m … “ he stopped and looked at Eric who was blushing more now.
Eric looked at me sheepishly. “Uncle Al I should have asked if I could bring … my … my boyfriend Geoffrey.” If I’d been recovering from my surprise at the “babe” my nephew’s coming-out confirmation had me dumb-struck again. “With a G not a J,” he added.
Kent nudged me and didn’t pick-up the slack this time. I got the message and turned to Geoffrey and pulled him into a hug. “Welcome,” I told him inhaling his rich scent and suddenly being aware of my own strong sweaty scent. His clean but richly male scent was stunning; I was borderline rank from the hard work-out!
“Damn man you smell amazing,” Geoffrey said taking a long obvious inhale. “FUCK that’s good!” My dick and balls reacted and I was hard again.
I hugged Eric after; a real hug and a very long and tight one though pivoted to the side enough to avoid a boner-bump. “I’m honored, Eric,” I told him as I gripped him and Eric blushed again knowing what I meant. Kent gave Geoffrey a hug too and then Eric exuberantly pulled Geoffrey to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Aren’t you staying?” I asked noticing that neither had a bag. “Or traveling very light?” I joked.
“We’d love to,” Geoffrey spoke first and Eric agreed. “We just left the bags in the car until we scoped. This place looks like it’s something,” he added looking out at the bluffs and ocean beyond behind us. “I’ll go get them.” And he was off. And his ass didn’t disappoint against my fantasies.
Eric was blushing again. “Probably not the most respectful way to have broken the news,” he said.
I hugged him again; equally carefully as I was still raging. “Eric you’re happy and living your best life; that’s all I want for you; always.”
Kent added, “Though if we get the credit for recruiting you we need to know; otherwise we won’t get the toaster oven.”
Eric looked at him like he’d been speaking Swahili. Then he said, “It was all BECAUSE of what we did in Hawaii but it was really totally random. Geoffrey and I were both at a surf competition in Australia where I was competing and my band had a gig, and he shot his shot and I thought, ‘Why the fuck not?’ and something clicked and now here I am; gay and out.
“How long?” I asked.
“A year. Today actually; at least since we made it official that we were together.
Geoffrey reentered the lobby with two very nice bags; a duffel bag and a hanging clothes bag. Very couple-like indeed.
“We hear today is an anniversary,” I said to Geoffrey.
His turn to blush through his deep tan and look even more stunning than he already had. “Yeah. A year. Amazing.” The he suddenly threw a glance at Eric. “I meant the most amazing year of my life,” and leaned in and kissed Eric who then blushed.
“Yeah really the best!” he agreed and kissed his boyfriend again.
”We’ll have to celebrate!” I gushed.
Geoffrey said seriously, “I have an idea.” I didn’t pick-up on that and it hung in the air.
“Well let’s go up,” Kent said just as it was getting a bit awkward.
“We can move your car downstairs to the garage if you’d rather before we go up; there are two spaces and we only have one car,” I offered as I held the elevator door open.
Geoffrey moved closer against me after we stepped inside and grinned. “We COULD do that. OR we could get upstairs quicker and … get … started with that … celebration.” He looked from me to Kent and at Eric who was grinning too.
I looked at Kent who had his best “Oh hell yeah” grin going too. I turned to Eric as the elevator doors closed. “You okay with this?”
He took a step toward me and held eye contact still grinning. I felt his hand on my hard dick and aching balls. “I’m more than okay with getting with my sexy daddy-uncles’ naked,” he said and his hot breath brushed over my nose and tingled my lips.
For the first time in the six weeks we’d been staying there I thought the unusually fast quiet elevator was rising very SLOWly.
more to come (and cum) obviously.
