Her Brother & Me:

Don’t Tell Your Mother

by Jamie Lake

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If playing hooky from school was bad, doing what I was about to do was even worse. Sure, it was my senior year, eighteen years old, and I’d be going to college in the fall. I’d been pretty good at my attendance, practically valedictorian, but this was worth it.

I couldn’t help myself. The moment my stepmom introduced me to her brother at the grocery store, I knew I had to have him.

There were a grocery store full of hotties weaving in and out of the salad dressing and cereal aisles. Some even gave me the look. You know, the look one guy gives another when they are into you, the type of look only guys in the closet give. A gaze that lasted a few seconds longer than usual, that usually began at the ass or crotch and made their way up to your eyes. And it’s not that I wasn’t flattered, but I was living with my parents then, and my stepmom was a total Bible-thumper. She was like the type that went to church three times a week, and I knew how she felt about gay guys, ’cause she’d made that pretty clear and it just wasn’t worth the risk.

There I was, standing right in front of my uncle per se, and I just couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. She’d mentioned him before: her brother the doctor this, her brother the doctor that. I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe that he’d be 700 pounds and have warts on his face or something, but what I saw before me was anything but.  At least 6’1” of hunky man love, that’s what he was. His name was Elliott, a construction worker, a professional body builder maybe, and that I could believe, but a doctor, no. That was just too perfect, too delicious. 

“Hugo,” my stepmom said, nudging me hard. “Don’t be rude. Say hello.”

I woke up from my daze as he gave me a smile, extending his hand out to mine, stepping in front of his grocery cart and leaning in. His rock-solid biceps were practically busting out of his rolled-up button-down shirt. Olive-smooth complexion that made me want to run my hands up and down it.

“Nice to meet you, Hugo,” he said. “I’m your Uncle Elliott.” There was something in those light hazel eyes of his that told me he knew that I was interested in him and that he didn’t mind at all. In fact, he liked it.

“Well, Dr. Elliott Martinez,” my stepmom bragged. “So proud of you, little brother.”

“Um…nice to meet you, Uncle,” I told him respectfully.

I remembered that grip of his hand as he shook mine. And he had that masculine gritty voice, those eyes that looked me up and down like he wanted to fuck me right then and there. I was shy, painfully shy, but that didn’t stop my imagination from running overtime.

I remember my stepmother was rattling on and on about the prices in the store as he pushed his cart away, and I had to look back just one more time to see his ass. If he had a nice ass on top of everything else, I had enough jack-off material to last me a lifetime...and man oh man, did he. As I turned back to look, so did he. In fact, he gave me a wink of confidence as if he were saying, “We’ll see each other again. And when we do, I’m going to fuck your brains out so you can’t sit for a week.”

The idea turned me on so much like I had never felt before. My cock was swelling at the thought as I stared at the fake marble floor of the grocery store, my stepmother rattling on and on. Her words became a blur to me as my mind drifted back to that hunk of a man who was rounding the corner, leaving me. My heart leaped. I knew technically speaking he was my uncle, my step-uncle, and I knew it was wrong to think that way, but I couldn’t help myself.

Later that night, when I was alone, locked in my bedroom, I found myself fantasizing about him.

There were so many things that flowed through my mind as I thought about those light hazel eyes, that dark hair, and the gruff five o’clock shadow he wore like a badge of honor. Try as I may to fight it, I couldn’t help but reach down to grip my cock, my thumb toying with its head until it was full and swollen in my hands. 

I knew it was dangerous thinking like that. For all I knew, he was straight, and even if he wasn’t, why would he fuck with his eighteen-year-old nephew? What if we saw each other at a family gathering? I could almost see it now, spotting each other at our house, across the living room and exchanging secret glances. Maybe we’d slink off to the kitchen, and I’d hand him a cold beer from the fridge, the cool drops of condensation dripping over our fingers as our hands touched. And that twinkle in his eye, the one that made my knees buckle when I met him earlier today, would reappear. He’d look at me as his eyes flicked down to my package. I might even just bend down and “accidentally”  pick something up. I'd do it just to show off my tight little butt, tempting him, taunting him to reach out and squeeze it, grab it, make it his.

“Wanna tour of the house?” I’d ask, and of course, he’d say yes. I’d walk up in front of him as we went upstairs, swaying my butt in front of his face. And I'd do it just to tease him so that when we finally got to my room, he’d waste no time slamming the door and flinging me on the bed. He'd tear off my clothes and manhandle me.

I wanted him to take me and just fuck my brains out, I thought to myself, my breath increasing as I gripped and squeezed my balls. I moaned as I found myself jerking off even more quickly, massaging my dick so nicely as I closed my eyes squeezed shut. I could almost feel his body heat come over me and dominate me.

I bit my lip as I imagined him roughly taking me on my bed. He would position me so that I was ripe to be fucked with my mouth gagging on my pillow so that I wouldn’t make any noise to alert the rest of the family. It would be our secret, he’d tell me. Something only he and I would share together, something I could never mention for fear of what might happen if anyone found out my uncle was fucking my brains out.

God, the danger and sheer naughtiness of it turned me on so much, it was insane. It was exciting, and even just thinking about it made a sly smile dance across my lips, making my whole body tingle. The friction on my cock as I slid it up and down increased. I rocked my hips up and down, imagining him sucking it with care, licking my balls, toying with them with his talented long tongue.

It was the hottest play I’d had in so long, and fuck, I was in need of a good one. I was young, yes, but my hormones were going crazy and I had no one to release them with. Silly boys my age didn’t know what the fuck they were doing in bed. No, I needed someone experienced. Someone strong and talented who would own me, who would dominate me and make me theirs whether I was ready or not. Goddamn, I needed a good fucking, and this doctor, this uncle of mine would be perfect, I just knew it from the look in his eyes. He wanted me, and he loved the idea like I did, that technically speaking we were related, and he’d have easy access to me.

As I thought about him fucking me, my legs over my head as he slammed his thick piece in me, I could almost feel his hairy balls against mine. The force would make my eyes water as I gripped the sheet and pillows.

I dipped my finger in my mouth; the lubrication of my own saliva helped me slide my finger into my ass and swirl it around, reaching my sweet spot. Oh, Jesus I needed it. You don’t understand how bad I needed it. It wasn’t as good as his cock would be, but for now, it would get the job done.

I had a feeling that being a doctor, he’d be intimate with my anatomy and would be able to use all manner of things, whatever it took to please me and to get me going. I could almost feel his cold stethoscope against my warm body. His white coat would cloak us as he kissed me deeply, meaningfully, telling me in his rumbly, gritty voice, “You’re going to be my good boy, aren’t you?”

I’d tell him, “Yes, Uncle,” and he’d fuck me harder. 

With one hand, I pleasured myself from the inside, and with the other I pulled on my dick, cupping my balls and sliding it all around, getting the ultimate pleasure. I felt my heart thump in my chest, and my body became flushed with a dark energy. I moaned his name, first as a whisper that dared to come out of my mouth, and then he’d demand I say his name louder, and I would, oh, I would. I’d do whatever it was that he wanted, whatever it was he demanded, ’cause he was my uncle and I was a good boy.

Oh, Jesus, I wanted to be dominated by him, fucked by him. I wanted and needed to share our deep, dark secret of which only the two of us were aware. I wanted his cock deep inside me and to feel his hot juice explode, filling me up to the rim.

My body writhed and shuddered. I brought my hand up and spat on it, then covered my dick in my saliva. I twisted my body, rising up to my knees. I craned my head back into my pillow and imagined myself kneeling before my step-uncle. I could see myself taking his thick cock in my mouth, stretching my jaw wide to take every meaty inch, and all because he told me to. All because he told me he wanted me to be a “good boy, a good nephew”.  

I continued jerking myself off, my wet hand gripping tighter, jerking harder up and down my stiff one, moaning, breathing through my gritted teeth, my hips rocking as I finger-fucked myself. I pumped the tight skin of my cock, pulling it back and then letting it spring forth, feeling the uncontrollable heat rise through me.

I moaned his name as my body rocked back, straining my muscles, which only added to the intensity of the situation. I had found my sweet spot in my ass and my mind was crackling. I felt the orgasmic energy rush through my cock and when it finally came I let out a long, guttural moan. “Uncle Elliott!” I moaned as I felt my dick pump and throb and then shoot out a long stream of hot, thick cum. Stream upon stream, the cream erupted over my gripped hand.

I rode the high for a few sweet lingering moments as the final drops oozed out, but when I opened my eyes and the blurry vision cleared I was disappointed to not find the doctor next to me. The vision was so real to me, I thought, as I grabbed some tissues from my nightstand and wiped myself. I wanted to feel the heat of his body. I wanted to drown in his cum. I need to be close to him, and I knew that I couldn’t wait for there to be a family gathering. I had to take destiny into my own hands.

He was a doctor, was he? Hmmm… Well, I thought I felt a little sick. In fact, I knew I felt sick enough that in the morning, I’d insist on going to get a checkup with the doctor instead of going to school.

The next morning, my stepmother, worry-wart that she was, immediately suggested her brother. I said, “You think he wouldn’t mind?” Cough. Cough.

“No, not at all. I’ll call his secretary and make an appointment.”

She felt my forehead with the back of her hand. We were standing in the kitchen, and she was already dressed for work, sipping her morning coffee. In her Gucci suit and cropped blonde hair, she resembled a young, pretty Hillary Clinton. She wore enough Chanel No. 9 to make anyone sick.

“Well, you don’t have a fever,” she told me, her eyebrows arching in concern.

“But I feel awful,” I said, giving her a puppy-dog look and letting out a few sympathy coughs. I scratched the satin pajamas I was wearing. She’d given them to me for Christmas, and I made sure to choose those carefully so that I seemed as innocent as possible.

“You poor thing,” she said, picking up her phone. “Let me call him right now.”

She did, and here I was waiting in the lobby with half a dozen other people, flipping through a magazine that I wasn’t really reading, nervous as all get-out. It was a small intimate room, barely big enough to hold the half dozen wealthy people that were in it. They were all wearing jewelry that would take me a lifetime to save up for; even the kids had Armani shirts. No wonder my uncle was so well off. He pretty much only catered to the richest of the rich.

By the looks of things, it was going to be at least a half an hour more before he got through all these people, and I sighed. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. What was I thinking anyway, I thought as I nervously nibbled on my thumbnail. What was I going to do, I mean; flirt with him, and how? If he was straight, and he probably was, he’d be offended. And what if he told my stepmom? Shit. I just about got up right then and there and walked out.

But then I saw him behind the glass window by his secretary. He looked so hot in that white coat, better than I imagined. The stethoscope was draped over his neck, and his hazel eyes lit up as he saw me. He looked right at me with that devilish look as if I were his next victim. He said something to his secretary, and she reached over to talk into the intercom. “Hugo,” she called, “the doctor will see you now.”

She was one of those sweet chubby secretaries, the type that always gave you a warm smile and saw the best in you. That only made me feel worse, as it wasn’t the best in me that I intended to display. I was horny, and I wanted, needed to get fucked.

I tried not to get up too fast and continued on with my ‘I’m so sick’ act as the door buzzed open and I went inside. My heart was pounding; the other patients glared at me as if to say, “How can you go before me?”

I wanted to smirk at them or give the snobs the finger, but I had to stay in character. I shuffled toward my uncle, letting out a few sympathy coughs and staring mostly at the faux marble floor.

And there he was as I looked up, standing there waiting for me. “Hey Hugo,” he said sympathetically. That masculine voice did things to me that I can’t describe. My mind kept flashing back to my jack-off session earlier. I imagined the dirty, naughty things he’d say to me, the way his hot breath would feel against my skin or my lips as he kissed me. I had to get a hold of myself. The last thing I needed was a hard-on, not yet anyway.

“Hey, Dr. Martinez,” I groaned as if I were the crypt keeper.

“Please, call me Uncle Elliott,” he told me with a wink as he put his arms around me and led me down the hall and into the office. The feel and weight of his arm around me felt comforting, nurturing and dominant. Just the way I imagined he’d feel in bed with me.

“Doctor?” the secretary said from behind her crowded desk. “Would you like me to take Hugo’s vitals for you?”

“No, I’ll take care of everything myself with this one,” he said, and closed the door. There was an indisputable locking sound as he closed the door, and I wasn’t sure if that was normal, but I pushed the thought out of my mind for now. The scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils. A small desk filled with every medicine bottle known to man organized in perfect order. A scale in the corner against dark pumpkin-colored walls. An eye exam sheet hung on it, along with a couple of framed medical degrees hanging proudly on the wall.

“So, tell me,” he said, moving closer to me, his strong fingers touching my jaw and pressing against the side gently, checking my glands.

I let out a couple of sympathy coughs and tried to look as worn-out as possible. I was nervous, and if anything, he’d know quickly from the stethoscope hanging from around his neck that my heart was beating a million times a second.

“Hmm,” he said, then flicked out a mini-flashlight and shined a light in my eyes. “Hmm.”

I was starting to worry with all the “Hmm’s” he was making. He went over to the little desk and pulled a tongue depressor.

“Open your mouth,” he told me. There was something in the way he said it that turned me on to no end. “Now, say ‘Aaah’.”

I did as I was told, opening my mouth as wide as I could. He slipped it in my mouth and onto my tongue. A smirk spread across his face as he looked at how big I could open my mouth. “Good, very good.”

He took the used tongue depressor out of my mouth and stepped on the waste paper basket, tossing it inside.

“How’s your gag reflex?” he said, narrowing his eyes.

I swallowed hard. Had he just asked me what I thought he did? Was that a normal medical question to ask?

“Um, good,” I said.

A smirk spread across his face, the type of smirk that needed no explanation. He was definitely into me.

“Good… We’ll see…” he mumbled. At least I thought that’s what he said. I wondered if my imagination was kicking into overdrive or if I was really seeing and feeling from him what I thought I was.

Either way, it felt good, hearing his approval. I imagined him pushing my head down and me bobbing up and down on his cock and him telling me the same.

I was trying my best to put those thoughts out of my mind, but he looked so good and smelled even better, his touch felt strong but nurturing, and I imagined how he must make love. My eyes wandered down to his crotch area, and I could tell from the bulge that it was big enough to satisfy. I wondered what it must taste like. He must have caught me watching ’cause he cleared his throat.

“So,” he said, taking a breath. “Doesn’t seem like I’m finding anything.”

I was getting nervous; did he know I was faking it? Maybe I should throw out a few dramatic coughs to make my point.

“Well, I--” I started to say.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off?” he told me, licking his lips slightly. “That way, I can get a better look.”

I swallowed hard. Even though I’d thought of getting naked with him over and over again since I’d met him, the reality of what I was about to do was making me a little shy. It’s not like I was ashamed of my body; I knew how many people my age had commented on what a tight little muscular body I had. But that’s the thing; they were my age. I’d never really been looked at by someone older than me, certainly no one as good-looking as my uncle.

He must have seen me stalling because he said, “Don’t be shy. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Would you like some privacy?”

I swallowed. “No, that’s all right.” My hands were nervously fishing for my belt, then my shirt. I couldn’t decide where to start.

“Good,” he said, leaning on the edge of the desk, watching me. “Tell you what, I’ll take off my shirt, and you’ll see it’s really no big deal.”

His shirt. Was he really offering me an “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” moment? My eyes got larger as he unbuttoned and lifted his shirt over his head, revealing his amazing lightly hairy body. Ripped abs, amazing taut chest with chocolate-brown-kiss nipples, the type I could suck on for hours as I watch him moan in pleasure.

I thought my knees were going to buckle. His body was, to say the least, to die for. Even when he breathed, the way his chest rose and fell, every movement made his washboard abs vibrate and flex.

“See,” he said with a wink, “no big deal.”

“Okay,” I squeaked, pulling my shirt off, revealing my pink nipples. I swear I saw him bite his lip in anticipation.

“Good,” he told me, looking me up and down. “Now, take your pants off.”

“Okay,” I said.

“No, what do you say?” he asked me in a low tone.

“Yes, doctor. Yes, Uncle Elliott,” I answered.

A warm seductive smile spread across his lips. A smile I wanted to see over and over again that meant I pleased him, and the idea of pleasing such a big, strong and sexy man was turning me on. So much so, I was starting to get a hard-on and was afraid to take my pants off.

“Come on now,” he said, watching and waiting for me to take my pants off. His hand slid over to his crotch and rubbed it. I could see the bulge starting to get harder too.

“Maybe I can just keep my pants on,” I said.

“Why?” he asked, moving closer. “Need any help?”

He didn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, he stood next to me so close I could feel the heat from his body, warming my bare naked chest. His fingers reached around my back side, feeling it and then unbuttoning my pants, then unzipping it slowly, all the while his hazel eyes looking into mine.

“See? No big deal,” he said as my pants dropped. The sound of my belt hitting the floor echoed in the room. Then, his hand slipped on my back under the underwire of my briefs. They slid over my left rump, then my right, squeezing and kneading it like dough. The sensation drove me wild and I couldn’t help myself; I moaned.

“Fuck,” he said. “Why do you have to be so hot and irresistible?”

I loved the thought of being irresistible to him. His other hand reached around and he pulled my cheeks apart. The cool feeling of air rushing in stimulated me, his fingers sliding into my hole.

His fingers moved expertly inside me, and I shuddered, bracing myself against the small examination table. I moaned as he twirled his fingers around. I twisted my head back and caught a glimpse of his dirty, mischievous smile as he flexed his fingers inside me and made my body jerk. I was a puppet caught on strings, and he was my master. His other hand slid around and rested flat against my chest, feeling my heart pound in my chest. He slowly reached down, running all the way down my stomach.

That’s when he kissed me. Softly at first, as if to let me know it was all right. Then, passionately like he was sucking on a mango, teasing my tongue with his. Tickling my lips with his tongue, then engulfing my mouth with the heat of his wet experienced mouth.

Jesus, I’d never been kissed before like that. But it was so wrong. He was my uncle. Then why’d it have to feel so good? He knew how to tease, how to taunt, how to grip my face in his palms. He knew how to press the hardness of his cock against mine, swinging it back and forth like a sword as he grabbed both cocks together and began to stroke them. His was so much bigger and thicker than mine. He gripped them both like only a man can, spitting into his hand, as he lubricated the two stiff ones and massaged them. Rolling them in between his fingers, he teased my pre-cummed head as he continued to kiss me.

“You like that don’t you?” he asked me.

I nodded, panting in pleasure.

As he got nearer and nearer to my crotch, I gasped and tensed in anticipation. His hand lingered around my waist for a while, his fingers tracking a line around the edge of my underwear before he pulled them down and started to massage my cock even more. He pulled my cock back and let it snap against my pubic hair.

“You like it when your uncle makes you feel good. Don’t you?” he asked me, sliding the palm of his hand over the tip of my head, then twisting it around my stem.

“Yes, sir. Yes, Uncle Elliott,” I told him breathlessly.

“Yeah, that’s what I like to hear,” he rumbled.

The sensation drove me wild. He pleasured me from both ends, and I thought for sure I was going to cum quickly, but he worked me like an expert. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through me, and I felt myself going weak as blood rushed to one area of my body.

“Turn around,” he said. I breathlessly twisted my body. He looked at me and withdrew his hand from my ass, resting it against my inner thigh. I reached out and stroked his chest.

“Did I tell you you could touch me?” he said, his voice rough and harsh. I drew back my hand as if it had been burned by a flame.

“I…I’m sorry,” I said.

He didn’t say it in a cruel way, more like a loving father or uncle would tell someone who didn’t need to exert their power in order to be obeyed.

“You do what I say,” he said sternly but lovingly, and grabbed my head, pulling me in for a hard kiss. He moaned, “Mmm. Boy, you taste good.”

My lips were getting tickled, and his tongue was deep in my throat. It was like he was marking his territory, like he was using this kiss to possess me. I succumbed and felt my neck buckling under his strength. He left me for a second and ran his strong hand along the middle of my chest. He came back with a roll of bandages. He methodically rolled out a length and then snipped it with the cut of his teeth. The crisp ripping sound added to the intensity.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he said, and as I did, he tied them together in a tight knot that dug into my wrists. I yanked on them a little, but they wouldn’t break free. Snug, safe and secure, in place, just the way he wanted it.

He stood back and looked at me with a devilish smile. He unbuttoned his own pants one button at a time and stripped them away, stepping out of them. He ripped off his briefs and his massive, thick, and delicious cock sprung out, saluting “hello”. I wanted to drop to my knees right then and there, suck and say, “Sir, yes, sir.” 

I gasped as I saw it. His hands ran down his stomach to his massive piece. Toying with it, springing it back and forth as it slapped against his lower abdomen. The whacking noise was like a whip, calling for my attention and obedience.

I felt a deep frustration swell up inside me as I wanted, needed, craved so badly to touch it, but my hands were tied.

He stood proudly in front of me. Men like that, as handsome as that, as girth-blessed as him, have a quiet confidence that other men don’t. They know what they have. They know they can use it to punish or reward, and they know how to use it to tease, to tempt, to do whatever they need to in order to please their lovers.

He was no man-whore that I could tell, but experienced just the same. The fact that he had chosen me, anointed me, and would soon douse me with his cream like holy water only made me feel more honored.

He moved forward, the monstrous cock coming ever closer towards me. The mushroom tip was red and swollen; veins bulged out of the tight skin and the whole thing throbbed. It was even bigger than I had imagined it in my dreams. I licked my lips, getting my mouth ready to take the thick girth. His hand came down around the back of my head and bowed it, and then I swirled my tongue around the tip of his head, sucking it eagerly and deeply.

I filled up my whole mouth and stretched my lips in a wide ‘o’ shape. I was hanging off his cock and looking up at him as his other hand came round, and now both of them were holding my head tightly as he started rocking his hips.

“Good boy, now do it right,” he told me.

“Yes, uncle,” I told him, devouring the thing. I wanted to worship it; the musty scent of his manliness only turned me on more, and I only wished I could swallow it whole. Whatever it took to make my man, my doctor, my uncle happy.

I felt the cock move inside me, and then it got faster and faster as he thrust his meaty cock, fucking my mouth. Not hard and thoughtless but in rhythm, back and forth from side to side, rounding my wet lips.

“Mmm,” he moaned. “Yeah, that’s the way you do it. Good, that’s how you please your uncle. I’m going to teach you everything you need to know.”

I tried to move with the rhythm and keep it under control, but it barreled against my cheeks and found the back of my throat. I could barely breathe, and my face flushed crimson as sweat streamed down my temples. His fingers dug into my scalp as I heard long, low moans of satisfaction.

“Oh yeah, boy, you take it like a fucking pro,” he said. His encouragement spurred me on, but I could barely breathe, so I struggled against him, but he was so powerful and strong it was futile, and I had just to take it. I saw him fling his head back as his muscles tensed, and his whole body shuddered.

“Yeah, keep going, you’re going to take it all like a good nephew,” he said breathlessly. So I braced myself as his hips slammed against me, and he face-fucked me until it all came gushing out of him. The thick, molten cum filled up my mouth and trickled down my throat, but a few drops escaped and dribbled down my chin. I swallowed. Mmm. It tasted so salty and thick but the thought of it being his, of pleasing my uncle like a good boy only turned me on more than I thought it would.

I licked its goodness up as I caught my breath, but I felt a bit broken. He withdrew his cock and wiped the few remnants against my lips, using my mouth like a napkin. I gulped down all that I could and remained sitting there, waiting for what he would do next.

I didn’t have to wait long.

He placed a hand against my shoulder and pushed me down. I was happy for the break. I looked up at the empty ceiling and closed my eyes, trying to process everything that had just happened. I couldn’t believe I had just given my step-uncle, the hottest guy I’d ever seen, the most intense blow job of my life. I could still taste his salty sweetness on my lips, and I swallowed again, smiling.

Why could something so wrong feel so very right? I tried not to think about it, or the risk we were both taking if anyone found out.

Uncle Elliott came back with a padded hemostat. It looked like a big pair of cushioned tweezers, and fuck, the metal was cold against my skin. He put them against my cheek, and I jerked away immediately, but he ran them down my neck and chest, an unsettling tingling sensation following them all the way. He opened and closed them quickly, teasing me, warning me about what was going to happen. They circled my nipples, and my nipples had always been one of the most sensitive parts of my body. I looked up at him, as if pleading him not to, but daring him at the same time. Even though when he eventually took them and pinched my nipples, the blast of pain was almost exquisite.

He played with one nipple first softly, pinching and twisted it with the hemostat, then moved over to the next. The sensation made me moan with open mouth, panting, arching my back. As he did so, his free hand clamped down on my mouth to muffle my loud moans so that no one would think anything untoward was going on. 

His eyes locked with mine, although at points mine were shut as I tried to bear the sensation that was coursing through my body. My cock was stiff and rigid throughout, and gradually he moved the hemostat down to my dick. The cold metal bit into my sensitive skin and I moaned in pleasure more, but his hand was silencing my mouth.

His hand wrapped itself around my cock, and I had to close my eyes as the hazy delirium came over me, and I had just to surrender to it all. Then, he climbed on top of me and lowered himself on my cock. I wanted to wrap my hands around him, but I couldn’t. The bandages still bit into my wrists under my body as he rode me. Jesus, his ass felt better than I thought it would. Muscular but full, his warmth and wetness felt so right to me, like a key to a lock. I had no idea he’d want to ride me or that he was this versatile. Even though my dick was inside him, his free hand played with my raw nipples, and so many sensations flooded my body that I could barely contain myself. He rode me so hard my dick was lost deep inside his ass. Swaying back and forth, rocking his ass from side to side, left to right, up to down. His eyes fluttered.

“You’re a big boy,” he told me. “I like that. I like to ride a big boy piece.”

That only encouraged me to fuck him harder. My hips moved automatically, but he was the one in control, the sensation was making me want to cum. He could feel my cock tightening because he said, “Not yet, nephew. I need to fuck you.”

He got off me, grabbed some scissors and cut my wrists free from the bandage. He stood me up and pressed me against the exam table, pulled up my hips, sliding deep inside me. The sensation of his girth filled me up, and I needed it so bad. “Oh, my God,” I whispered as he slid it in so far that I could feel his pubic hairs against my bare rump.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he said, smiling. Me, fucking him, had gotten him harder than before. I could see his thick cock thrust into my ass. Instead of using his hand to silence me, he used his mouth and tongue, giving me deep kisses. As I looked back at him, his long kisses told me he cared about me and wanted to teach me everything he knew. 

His hips slammed against mine, sending vibrations I’d never felt before all through my body and rocking the table so much that I was worried it was going to collapse under our weight.

He pulled at the back of my hair, kissing me more.

“Yeah, that’s what I like,” he told me. “You’re so fucking tight. I bet you’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

I was too ashamed to admit that it was true. I’d done other things with guys, even fucked them, but had never been really fucked all the way like this.

“Yes, sir,” I admitted.

He smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you feel good.”

He rolled his hips back and forth, springing his cock in and out of me, nice and slow at first but as I moaned, it only encouraged him to slam me harder. My eyes bulged at the sensation of him hitting my prostate. Fuck, I’d never had anyone go that deep before, and I had no idea how good it could feel.

“Jesus,” I told him.

“You all right?” he asked me.

“Fuck me harder, Uncle Elliott, please,” I begged him.

He smiled, a big toothy smile. “You sure you’re ready for this?”

“Yes, sir, please,” I told him.

“Get on the table, and lay on your back,” he told me.

I did what I was told, and he lifted my legs, grabbing either side of my ankles.  He slipped his cock in me again, this time fucking me so hard that his crotch slammed against my balls. The sensation of pain and pleasure went through me like I’d never experienced before. Harder and faster, faster and harder.

“Yeah, I knew you could take it like a man,” he told me. “First time I saw you, I knew you needed this dick. Didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I told him.

“Yeah, you need this fucking cock,” he said with one last thrust, his milk filling my inside with goodness. The head and his love juice was coating me. I felt owned by him, like I belonged, like I was marked.

“Oh, Uncle Elliott,” I said, my head turning to one side, dripping with sweat, my eyes fluttering in pleasure.

He kissed me, looking me deep into my eyes as he fucked me more and groaned, cumming deeper inside me.

“Jesus,” he groaned, the way a man should when he’s fucking you. “God damn, boy.”

I smiled at the thought that I’d pleased him. I never imagined sex could feel this good...and with my uncle.

“You all right?” he asked me, pulling out.

I smiled, “Yes, Uncle.”

He seemed to like the way I said “uncle”. Such a freak; I loved that about him.

“Well, I hope you’re feeling a lot better,” he told me with a mischievous smile.

“Definitely,” I told him as he helped me up.

“But in case you’re…in need of another check-up, a regular check-up, please come on by. I might even be able to do house calls,” he said with a smile.

“I”d like that,” I told him.

“In fact, a boy in your condition might need daily check-ups for a while. Let me see what we can do about that,” he said in his deep voice. I smiled as he kissed me on my forehead and said, “See you later, nephew.”

“Yes, sir,” I answered as he helped me get dressed. I was confused about what happened, but one thing I knew for sure, it was better than I’d dreamed it would be. To be under the tutelage of such an experienced man who nurtured me and manhandled me but cared about me was more than I’d ever expected.

And there was one other thing I was sure of: I had a feeling I was going to need to come here a lot more often than not.

THE END

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BOYFRIEND FOR RENT

By: Jamie Lake

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CHAPTER 1

“What are you doing here?” Father Madison McDermott asked, shrouded in the dark shadows of the confessional booth.

“I just need a second,” Casey pleaded, biting what was left of his nails. The thin barrier between the two wasn’t enough to calm him. At twenty-five, he had a strong, chiseled jaw line, a face that was almost pretty, and eyes the color of grass. Those eyes said something was troubling him to the core. He ran his hand through his dark hair, the color the same rich brown as the rich wood of the booth.

“There’s nothing to discuss,” the young father whispered in a deep, low tone. He, too, was equally as young, always poised and in control and very mindful of what he said and how he said it. With his golden hair and bright blue eyes, Father had the women of the cathedral wishing he’d break his vow of celibacy. If they’d known about the tall, lean body beneath his robes, more than a few might’ve been tempted to test the father’s faithfulness.

“But you promised,” Casey said, pressing his shaking hands against the screen. The mesh wires felt cool to the touch. “How could you do this to me?”

“I told you. You’ll be taken care of,” McDermott stressed. His words grew heavier with each passing second, leaving the stale stench of his breath to crawl along the mesh wires.

“I don’t want your fucking money,” Casey said. “We’ve been together since high school, Madison.”

"You knew the arrangement." He shifted in his metal chair, forcing squeaks through the confessional. “And you broke it.”

"Nobody saw anything,” Casey pleaded, leaning in. It had been a stupid thing to do, he knew, but at the time, he hadn’t been thinking about it. They’d been standing there in front of the church, like Casey had just happened to come by, and he’d reached out to touch his lover. It had been just an innocent brush of his fingers against McDermott’s arm, but the priest had freaked out, slapping Casey’s hand away so hard that he’d left red marks across the back of Casey’s hand.

“You’re too much of a risk,” McDermott sighed, trailing off into a whisper.

“You’ve changed,” Casey said, his eyes burning with salted tears. “You used to be so loving, so passionate. What happened?”

“Quit lisping,” McDermott scorned. “Maybe if you’d act like a man in public, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“I’m trying,” Casey cried.

“Try. Harder.”

“McDermott, please.”

“I loved you, Casey. I did,” McDermott said, as he slid the screen closed.  “But it’s over.”

Casey sat there in disbelief. The small room around him suffocated his thoughts. Everything grew tighter, smaller, and more painful than the secrets in his heart. He was left with nothing but the echoing sound of McDermott’s chair squeaking as he left.

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