“What are you doing?!” Claire was standing at the breakfast bar trying to fit too many things into a small clutch bag. She was dressed in a black cocktail dress and had spent a longer amount of time than usual on her hair and make up. “Will you get ready please, we need to leave.”
“I’m just getting a beer!” Steve had entered the kitchen, still wet from the shower wearing nothing but a towel.
“And will you not walk around half naked when we have company please?” Steve turned, spotting Noah who was sat on the opposite side of the breakfast bar. “Noah doesn’t want to see that.”
“I’m sure Noah doesn’t mind,” Steve replied, winking at the eighteen year old boy in his kitchen. In reality, Noah didn’t know where to look. Steve, even after getting married and with two kids, had never really let himself go. When he couldn’t get to the gym as often, he set up a home gym in a small corner of the converted basement, allowing him to work out once the kids had gone to bed. It was a worthwhile investment, whilst not “shredded” his body was well toned, with clear definition, he had a slim athletic build that meant clothes looked good on him, but when he took them off it was difficult not to look. And he loved it too. Whenever the family would go on holiday, he knew he was the hot dad by the pool, and made sure to show at every opportunity. “Fancy a beer mate?”
“Er what?” Noah realised he had been staring. His auntie Claire was a lucky woman, he wondered if his mum had ever gotten jealous of her sister being able to bag such an attractive man. Then he wondered if his mum had ever been jealous of Claire’s good looks. Neither woman was unattractive, but Claire had seemingly lucked out during the gene lottery.
“He can't, he's babysitting” Claire answered for him. Babysitting wasn’t the most accurate word, both of his younger cousins would be considered ‘Tweens’, but Noah had agreed to look after them for the evening whilst Claire and Steve went to a fancy black-tie event, it was something to do with Claire’s work, but Noah hadn’t paid much attention to the details.
“He can have one, do you want one pal?”
“No thank you, I’m good.” Noah had always been a very polite and quiet kid. Having been bullied quite badly when he was at High School, he found the easiest way to get through the day was to just keep himself to himself. Sadly, teenagers always seem to have excellent gay-dar, with the bullying and harassment starting way before he even knew he was attracted to men. Now that he was a older, he was in a much better place. He recently came out to his parents who were nothing but supportive and had grown into a handsome young man.
“Well help yourself if you want one” Steve closed the fridge door, cracked open the can and took a large sip. “How you doing kiddo?”
“Steve, can you go and get ready please?!” Claire was struggling to get the lipstick into her clutch.
“Can I not say hello to our nephew?” Steve placed his beer down on the counter and stretched his arms above his head. Noah watched Steve’s muscles flex as he gently leant backward into the stretch, his eyes working his way down his uncle’s arm, his armpits, his pecs, his abs and to the well-defined V that disappeared behind the towel. He found himself hoping that the towel may slip under the strain of the stretch.
“Not when we’re going to be late, no.”
“Fine!” Just as the towel was about to buckle, Steve finished the stretch and relaxed. The towel had become loose, a few steps and the crude tuck would give way, the towel falling to the floor and exposing him.
——
Only, Steve was the sort of guy that loved getting his dick out. He thought it was funny. The sort of guy who was never shy at the urinal, he’d stand there, hands on his hips proudly displaying his cock. He’ll stand there, joking around, commenting on your dick whilst playing with his own, relishing his confidence and how shy you were. The guy who walks around the gym changing room completely naked and loves people staring at him.
When he first started getting his dick out others commented on the size of his dick, Steve took it as point of pride, and any shyness soon washed away. Those first few times getting it out, he would get a kick out of it, it was a kind of taboo that triggered something in his brain. These days, practically everybody has seen his dick and he found himself chasing that kick he had first experienced decades earlier. On lads' holidays or nights out it had become a bit of a game, dick slapping his unsuspecting pals to wake them up, dipping it into their drink or tricking them into touching it. They played along, using their friend's “party trick” as an ice breaker with the women they would meet. “Show us your tits and Steve will get his dick out” they would say, he didn’t even need to be dared any more, he would whip it out on demand. Hen parties were particularly good for this, the hens were obsessed dick, especially if they could embarrass the bride, and in absence of a stripper his friends realised they could get a round (and maybe a few phone numbers) out of Steve getting his kit off.
——-
Noticing that the towel was slipping, he took an end in each hand. Opened the towel and wiggled his hips. His uncut cock hung proudly between his muscular legs. Noah’s eyes almost popped out of his head as he watched it sway from side to side. Before Claire was able to clock what was happening he had covered himself back up and secured the towel firmly.
“Why don’t you make yourself useful and show Noah the spare room?” Claire was none the wiser to her husband flashing the young Noah.
“Sure thing, c’mon kiddo” Steve winked at Noah, beckoning him with a simple tilt of his head. Noah awkwardly got off the stool and picked up his overnight bag, using it to conceal the bulge which had grown in his trousers.
“Will you grab Noah a clean towel from the cupboard too, please” Claire shouted to him as they were about to ascend the stairs.
“Yes honey” Steve dutifully replied. Steve showed Noah to the spare room where a double bed had been made up for him. “Make yourself comfy pal. Bathroom’s across the hall next to our bedroom”
“Thank you” Noah replied, a distinctive earnestness in voice. He was truly grateful for the hospitality. Steve turned to leave the room. “Uncle Steve?”
“Yeah?” Steve turned back round to face the boy.
“Can I get a towel, please?”
“Shit. Yeah, course” without blinking Steve removed his towel, once again revealing his weighty cock, and through his own towel at Noah who clumsily caught the damp towel. “Use this one”
“Er… thank you.” Noah’s politeness got the better of him. Steve turned and walked out the room and Noah found himself staring at the man’s muscular bubble butt. Once clear, Noah brought the towel up to his face and inhaled deeply, making out the faint musk of his uncle that lingered on it.
Noah changed into a pair of joggers and a loose fitting t-shirt before heading to the living room where he started to scroll through Netflix for something to watch. Shortly after Steve and Claire entered the room, ready to leave.
“The boys are in bed, so they shouldn’t be any trouble. Any noise just poke your head in and tell them to go back to sleep. Don’t engage with anything they tell you, they’re tricky like that…” Claire rambled on with a bunch of hints, tips, rules and general housekeeping, but Noah was distracted by Steve who was wearing a black tuxedo which fit him perfectly. Noah took the man in and marvelled at how a man could look even more attractive fully clothed than completely naked. Steve noticed the boy staring and, checking his surroundings, unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock and waved it at the boy. The way Noah’s eyes widened was almost like a cartoon and a smile grew across Steve’s face as he managed to experience the thrill he desperately sought every time he got his cock out. “… and if anything happens… anything… you have our numbers so just give us a call” Steve managed to tuck his dick back into his trousers just in time for his wife to finish her instructions. “Is that okay?”
“Yes, all good, thank you.” Noah responded obediently.
“And help yourself to anything in the fridge” Steve added with a wink that made Noah melt.
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It was shortly after midnight when Claire and Steve eventually arrived back home, but Noah was still up, watching the third of a trilogy of superhero films. They were both quite drunk, Claire held her heels in her hand and Steve’s tie was now draped around his neck with the top 3 buttons undone revealing a healthy amount of man-cleavage.
“You’re still up,” Claire stated, slightly embarrassed at her nephew seeing her so drunk.
“Think there’s like half an hour left of this film” Noah replied, a hint of worry in his voice that he should have gone to bed already.
“No, no that’s fine, you finish your film. I’m headed up to bed” Claire tried to act sober “you coming?” She asked her husband.
“Gonna have a wee nightcap with curly over there and then head up” Noah blushed at the nickname bestowed upon him. Steve seemed relatively in control of his senses, at least more so than his wife.
“Don’t stay up too late” Claire quickly exited the room not wanting to embarrass herself any further.
“Want a drink kiddo” Steve called from the kitchen.
“No thank you” Noah really was the politest young man.
“You can have a drink now we’re home. Beer? Wine, whisky” Steve insisted.
“I’ll have a beer please” Noah wasn’t the sort of teenager that drank regularly, and he definitely didn’t like beer but he felt a need to obey his uncle and accept the offer of a drink.
“That’s more like it” moments later Steve returned to the living room clutching a can of beer, a bottle of whisky and two whisky glasses. “Got you a glass incase you fancied one”
“Thank you” Noah accepted the beer graciously. Steve sat himself down next to Noah and put his feet up. Noah took a swig of the beer and attempted to conceal his distaste.
“I love this film” Steve poured himself a generous glass of whisky “you ever tried whiskey?”
“My dad drinks whiskey” Noah shook his head.
“It’s a man’s drink for sure” Steve poured a small amount into the second glass “here, try some” Noah took the glass and obediently poured it into his mouth. His face contorted as his the liquid hit his tongue, it took all his willpower to swallow the liquid. “Not a fan eh” Noah shook his head and took a swill of the beer, which was slightly less offensive to his palette. “What do you usually drink then?”
“Cider” Noah instinctively replied, it wasn’t a lie, the sweetness was manageable but it wasn’t his favourite “…or vodka lemonade” he added not wanting to be caught in a lie.
“Let me get you a vodka” Steve instantly jumped to his feet.
“No, no it’s okay” Noah’s politeness got the better of him, but Steve was already on his way into the kitchen. He returned moments later with a tumbler filed with ice and a clear sparkling liquid.
“Vodka and lemonade… with a twist of lime” Steve presented the drink to him with pride. Taking a sip, the drink was a welcome change to the whisky and beer. The two of them sat in silence watching the film for a little while, in his nervousness Noah finished the drink quickly and Steve was quick to get him another one. By the time the credits were playing on the film Noah was on his third vodka, lime and lemonade, with more than half a glass to go. “Mind if I put ‘match of the day’ on?”
“Sure thing” Noah replied. He had no care for football, but sat and watched it anyway.
“Need a piss” Steve announced, standing up and heading into the downstairs bathroom. When he returned, Noah was shocked to see that Steve had left his cock hanging out of his fly.
“Er, uncle Steve… your…” Noah gestured to his uncle’s penis, assuming it was an innocent mistake.
“It needs some air” Steve replied confidently, he poured himself another whisky and sat back on the sofa, putting his legs up and leaving his cock to hang out. Noah tried his best not to look at it, but the vodka had got to his head and found himself glancing at it more than he intended to. “What do you think?” Steve played with himself gently, “pretty nice huh?” He admired his own cock. “Don’t worry, Claire told me that you like guys.” Noah had been stunned into silence. “It’s cool by the way. We all still love you.” Noah was paralysed, part of him wanted to run, straight out of the door, the 40 minute walk home would be fine. The other part of him was transfixed on his uncle’s penis, the vodka giving him a confidence to find out where this was going. “Bet you get all the boys, those cute curls”. Noah blushed, the compliment was welcomed, even if it wasn’t true. He shook his head gently. “High school is tough. Guys are dick heads in high school. You will” Noah wasn’t hiding it now. He was watching Steve play with his penis which was now semi-erect, his own penis was rock hard in his grey joggers. “Get it out” Steve had noticed the tent in Noah’s joggers, “it’s no big deal”
“…no…” Noah responded shyly.
“That’s okay” Steve replied he ruffled his nephew’s hair gently, it was a gentle side of him that Noah hadn’t seen before. “At some point you’re gonna have to get used to showing guys your dick though.” Steve’s point rang true… he would have to get his dick out at some point. “Have you done much with guys before” Steve was testing his luck being so forward. Noah hesitated…
“… I’ve kissed my friend Dan…” the openness felt weird to him “… but that’s it” a degree of shame washed over him.
“So you’ve never touched another man’s dick before?” Noah bowed his head and shook it gently, somehow ashamed at not being a ‘proper gay’. Steve didn’t care either way. “Did you want to touch mine?” plenty of people had touched his dick, men, women, a plethora of people from all walks of life. Noah didn’t know how to answer the question, so he didn’t, he just focussed his gaze at the tv hoping that the question would go away. “You can if you want to.” Noah didn’t know what to do. He’d only ever seen dicks on porn, or the glances that he had caught at urinals or changing rooms and now there was one in front of him, staring at him, that he was apparently allowed to stare at. And it was a nice dick. It was thick, and uncut and Noah could see a glistening pearl of precum, or maybe piss at the top. Steve took Noah’s hand in his, it was large and rough, a contrast for Noah’s own small, soft hands. Noah allowed Steve to guide his hand onto the cock.
Steve let out a gentle moan as the boy's hand wrapped around his shaft. Noah’s heart raced and he was suddenly out of breath as he felt Steve’s cock pulse gently in his hand. He stared in amazement, barely able to comprehend that he was looking at his hand holding the cock. Instinctively he started to slowly move his hand up and and down the length of it and he watched as it started to harden within his grasp. He broke his gaze momentarily, looking up at Steve for approval and was met with a soft smirk that grew into a smile. “How does it feel?” Steve asked softly.
“Good… it feels nice.” Noah now found himself admiring Steve’s handsome face, lost in his deep brown eyes and drawn in by his cheeky chap smile.
“Keep going.” Steve pulled him in closer, and Noah found a spot between Steve’s shoulder and chest to rest his head as he stroked the man’s cock. Steve kissed the top of Noah’s head, and gently rested his head onto Noah’s, his cheek nestling into the boy’s luscious curls.
Noah’s gaze was once again transfixed on the cock in his hand, he gently jerked it as his moved it from side to side, inspecting it from multiple angles and admiring how the foreskin would reveal the head and how the glistening head would catch the light in different angles. His senses were heightened, he could hear his uncle's heart beating quickly in his chest and he could smell the sweet smell of booze on his breath mixed with the deep musk of his armpits having been dancing with his wife earlier that night. His own cock ached as it strained in his joggers.
Steve unbuttoned his white shirt and Noah’s hands immediately began to explore his chest and abdomen. He had bloated ever so slightly from the three course meal earlier that evening but his muscles remained firm allowing Noah to trace the faint lines of the six pack just beneath the surface before gently cupping his pecs and caressing them gently with his thumb. He was in heaven.
“Noah…” Steve whispered as gently and softly as he could. Noah slowly turned up, looking him in the eyes with an expression lingering between bliss and fear, knowing at any moment his uncle could push him aside and make him feel gross and unwanted. Their faces were mere inches from one another, the air between them became warm and heavy as they breathed in each other's air.
“…yeah…?” He answered with a gulp.
“Do you want to suck it?” Noah slowly nodded his head in response, believing that if he was slow enough he could deny ever doing it at all. “Go on then” Noah hesitated, the verbal cue was somehow not enough for him. Steve sensed the boy’s hesitation, and in an attempt to settle his nerves gently lent in and planted a soft but lingering kiss onto Noah’s lips, the kind where as he pulled away their lips remained stuck together ever momentarily as though never wanting to be separated. Steve nodded his head and Noah repositioned himself, lying on his front with his head next to Steve’s cock and stretching his body out on the sofa behind him. He lowered his head towards the cock in his hand, but before his lips made contact he looked up at Steve, needing further permission, who smiled again and nodded once more.
Noah parted his lips and slowly lowered his head down allowing Steve’s cock to enter his mouth. His tongue was immediately gifted with the taste of precum which made his taste buds tingle. He took the dick as far as he could into his mouth before he began to choke and then removed it, a gentle string of saliva connecting them together. Admiring the dick once more he licked it from base to tip once again being rewarded with a taste-filled pearl of pre-cum. Instinct (combined with all those porn films he had watched) took over and Noah quickly found himself sucking the cock with serious intent. He moved up and down with his head, using his hands for extra stimulation, ensuring enough slaviva kept it fully lubricated and glistening. He was a natural.
Steve moaned in pleasure as he watched the messy mop of dark curls move up and down on his dick. This was the thrill he had been chasing. One of his hands found the top of Noah’s head, the curls felt soft between his fingers as he gently massaged his scalp. His other hand reached out and rested on the small of Noah’s back, his hand so large, and Noah so petite that it stretched from one side to another. He gently pulled up his t-shirt allowing his hand to rest on the soft skin below. Having rested there momentarily, Steve found his hand gently moving down Noah’s back, where it found the waistband of his joggers, his fingers sliding underneath them, anticipating a cue of resistance from Noah that would see him withdraw immediately. The cue never came and Steve’s hand found the smooth soft skin of Noah’s bum, cupping each cheek of the bubble butt in turn. Cupping eventually turned to grabbing and that in turn led to him slipping a finger between the cheeks and finding Noah’s virgin hole. Noah gasped as Steve’s finger gently caressed his hole, a shockwave rippled through his body and he momentarily raised his head the cock as he continued to gasp at the sensation.
“Is that okay?”
“It feels amazing” Noah moaned reassuringly. Steve brought his fingers to his mouth and loaded them up with a healthy amount of spit before returning them to the boys hole. Noah took the cock in his mouth once more as Steve’s fingers gently teased his hole, slowly circling the hole, urged on by the boy’s moans.
“I’m going to put my finger in your hole now, is that okay?” Noah let out a gentle grunt in agreement, muted by the cock filling his mouth. “You’ll feel a little pressure, but relax, you’ll love it.” Noah tensed and Steve felt his hole clench. “Trust me, okay, focus on my dick, breathe through your nose.” Steve knew not to push it further, sometimes when you try not to do something, it’s the only thing you can do. He continued to tease his hole gently whilst Noah continued to devour his cock like he was tasting ice cream for the first time. After a few moments he felt Noah’s body relax and his hole open very slightly. He applied a fresh glob of spit to his fingers and teased the boy’s hole, then very slowly pushed his index finger against the opening. With a slight resistance it slid inside the boy. Noah let out a loud moan in response. “Shhh, you’ll wake them up.”
“Sorry.” Noah managed between the moans. The feeling was incredible. Noah felt Steve’s hand push down, encouraging him to put his cock back in his mouth to stifle the moans, Noah didn’t resist and it did the trick, his moans were dampened by the dick. “Good boy.”
Noah couldn’t believe it, he was sucking his first ever dick, and boy, was it an amazing dick, a proper man’s dick he had only ever dreamed of. Not only that, but he had a finger in his ass and he wanted more.
Steve was extremely turned on. He’d had guys suck his dick sucked by guys before, but that was many years ago… and this was a different feeling altogether. The thrill was exhilarating, his was the first cock this boy had ever felt or sucked, his pert smooth ass felt like it was sculpted by Michelangelo just for him, his tight virgin hole pulsating for him like a siren call. All of that, plus his family upstairs made his dick throb uncontrollable. But there was something more, something deeper, Noah was intoxicating to him… the boyish energy, the vulnerability, the luscious curls… It all made Steve feel an urge to protect and care for him - to share every inch of himself with him.
Time ceased to exist. The pair continued for what felt like hours, but could have been minutes or maybe days, Noah was sucking dick for the first time as though it was his last and Steve was experiencing thrills that he had never even dreamed of. Neither of them wanted it to end.
Steve was close and he couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“I’m going to cum.” The words were like music to Noah and only spurred him on. He doubled down taking Steve’s dick to the back of his throat. “Oh fuck… fuck… fuck…” Noah was ready to swallow his load but at the last minute withdrew, a desire to see the effort of his labours, to see a man cum for the first time, to watch it spurt. And spurt it did.
Steve’s body tensed up, he pushed his finger even deeper inside Noah’s ass. His other hand grabbed Noah’s curls and rope after rope after rope of cum erupted from his penis, ropes so powerful they hit Noah in the face again, and again, landing on his cheeks, his lips, his chin and in his hair. His orgasm continued long after his balls were empty and Noah watched in awe as this older man writhed in pleasure, admiring how his handsome face contorted showing of his lines of experience around his eyes. Despite what porn had taught him, from his experience of wanking he had never realised an orgasm could be so intense- and neither did Steve.
The orgasm subsided Steve opened his eye to see Noah staring at him intently, dripping with his cum. “Did I… get you…” he stumbled over his words, weak from his intense orgasm.
“Was that okay?” Noah asked eagerly. A smile spread across Steve’s face as a chuckle forced its way out between breaths. He gently pushed a curl out of Noah’s face. “Oh Noah… you will… never… never… understand how… incredible… that was.” Noah beamed, the biggest, toothiest, widest smile - a smile that hadn’t been seen in years. “You look so… so.. cute right now.” Somehow the smile grew wider. Steve felt around on the sofa next to him, not breaking eye contact with the beaming teen. He found his phone and opened the camera with the button on the side. “That was the best blow job I’ve…. Ever had.” Just as the compliment landed, he brought the phone up and snapped a photo of his cum covered boy grinning like an idiot. “We need to remember this moment.” Noah and Steve stared into each other's eyes, a moment that lasted an eternity. A memory sealed in cum.
“Uncle Steve…” Noah asked in a concerned tone?
“What is it kiddo?” was he upset?
“...your finger is still in my bum…” Steve smirked.
“Do you want me to take it out?” Noah immediately shook his head defiantly. “Good.”
Steve pulled the boy in close and Noah once again found the spot resting on his chest where he lay, watching who knows what on tv, with Steve stroking his curls and his finger deep inside his arsehole.
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