Re: Gay incest
well...
Funny how it's that time of the year. I remember the new year very well. Sorry but I don't know how to write that well. (I ramble)
Pretty much a lightweight when it comes to alcoholic drinks. One glass of beer was enough to make me sleepy. About 8 or 9 in the morning, I remember finding some storage room in the house basement to curl up in. There was a discarded mattress that was still usable but the space was almost taken up by luggage and boxes. Sleep was weighing down my eyelids and I vaguely noticed the presence of my uncle entering the storage room. My uncle is the typical jock in the family. You know, the type of family member that's known for his athleticism and good looks. He's also a notorious heart breaker too, having a string of girlfriends to his name. The youngest of my father's siblings, he was in his late twenties at that time
He asked if he could squeeze on the bed with me. I mumbled a yes but deep inside, I was excited. Maybe if he slept, I'd get to explore him! But that was only a silly thought. I was afraid of getting beat up by him. Through lidded eyes, I looked as he took off his sweaty shirt. My mouth certainly watered at his smooth muscled body (we're SEA but he had the smooth asian body genes that I don't have tsk). The tanned and taut skin also had a certain musk like most athletes and straight guys have that almost drove me wild. I remember hearing some moaning back then, I barely realized it was me and I hopped it only looked like I was just drunk moaning. I quickly shut my eyes completely and tried to cling to the edge of the bed and sleep. I was sure nothing would happen that day.
I felt the weight of his body press on the bed that almost slid my body to his. He gave a slight sigh and wriggled to make himself comfortable. To my surprise, he rolled over to spoon my back. I felt all kind of bulges pressing in the right places that I was certainly chubbing up. The temptation to turn over and ravish him was strong but fear overcame lust so I tried to sleep instead. But my trip to dreamland was cut short as his left arm draped over my body, fingers just right over my hardening dick. It was hard to sleep with the fingertips grazing my crotch. Still, I was scared that he might feel my lump and find out I'm gay or at least aroused by a guy. I tensed a bit and then relaxed as I felt his breath on my neck. I thought he was finally asleep and I planned of extricating myself from under his arm.
As I tried to slowly move away, his arm only tightened over my body. It confused me a little but I gave in to the pressure. That moment of relaxation accidentally pushed me deeper into his embrace. More bulges poked at my body and his chin snuggled more into the crook of my shoulder. He was relatively hairless but his face had some stubble that scraped erotically on the back of my neck. How I stopped myself from moaning back then, I'll never know. With the new position, his left hand was planted firmly into my stiffening crotch. The fear that he'll find me hard wiped out my arousal and I deflated immediately. That was when he gave a grunt of disappointment and I looked back to see his eyes half close and handsome face in a kind of mischevious smirk.
I grabbed his hand and his smile vanished and he recoiled back. We talked after that and he thought that I was gonna complain about getting touched or scream for help. I did what any gay guy who has a crush on his uncle would do. I pressed his hand firmly back into my crotch. My dick finally free to grow, enclosed in his hand and hardening as fast as it could. My uncle smiled lazily and slowly turned me over. I remember sighing into his chest as the hand cupping my crotch was now cupping my butt cheeks. As a bottom, having my butt massaged is one of my turn-ons. His gripped grew harder and he pushed my hips to his own crotch. I felt his bulge pulsating across mine. I could only muffle my moans into his hard chest. He tipped my head back and a few moments later, I felt his lips capture mine. Honestly, it was my first torrid kiss. He pressed his face to mine as his tongue invaded my mouth and he drank my moans with the kiss. I still remember the tangy aftertaste of beer in his mouth, the bitter flavor of nicotine and all his manliness in that kiss.
It suddenly felt like I was mauled by several hands and I could only close my eyes to let the feelings wash over. His lips left mine but even with closed eyes, I know where he was going as he trailed small kisses and bites down my chin. Stubble leaving a trail of fire on my skin as he traveled lower and lower. Briefly, he spent time on my nipples. He suckled on them like a baby, teeth biting and mouth sucking back and forth. He traveled lower, flicking his tongue on my belly button, making me squirm. Finally, I felt his hot breath on my dick. Somehow, he managed to open my jeans and pull them down without me realizing it. The mouth that rocked my lips soon captured my hardening dick. It was the first real blowjob that I had and the heat of his moist mouth almost made me come. I started moaning out loud but he quickly covered my mouth with his hand as he continued sucking. Heat was building up in my crotch making me thrash about and almost falling off the bed. He stopped and I remember getting annoyed at him for doing so.
Apparently, he needed more room and with a display of muscles, he swept all the luggage and boxes in a short period of time and stacked them on the floor. He looked back at me with fire in his eyes and lifted me up and plopped me in the center of the bed. One of the springs nearly pricked me but damn if I was gonna break the moment. Even so, I couldn't react properly as he was undoing his own jeans while looking down at me. His eyes made me shiver as he finally shucked his jeans off. There, I finally saw his hard cock. It was pointing up his belly but slightly curved to the left. The size justified the bulge he always displays in his pants. I didn't have a ruler back then so I really can't say how big he was. I was hoping to suck his dick as it started leaking. To my disappointment, he went back to sucking my dick as he jerked himself off to an orgasm. My come followed after, I don't know if he swallowed cause what I remember was coming in his mouth. He then gave me another torrid kiss as I tasted some come on his tongue.
After that, I fell asleep from exhaustion cradled in his arms. I woke up after sleeping almost the whole day off. He was gone by then, my jeans buttoned up and all. I almost thought it was a dream if not for the luggage and boxes on the floor and the cum stains near my feet.
And no, it wasn't a drunken dream. Cause we had sober sex and this time he rode my dick and I finally got to explore his body as much as we want.
He's married now to his highschool sweetheart (and a with a daughter) and living in the states so we only had a couple more encounters.
Crazily, I was the MC of his wedding. I was tempted to go to his hotel room the night before the wedding, apparently, he was waiting for me also. But I didn't want to get caught and cause a scene. And yeah, according to him, we could always have fun after.
So, he'll be here this summer in Ottawa. He's gonna try and leave his wife behind. I feel bad though so I kind of turned down his offer since he's already married. But he insists on coming to visit me. Ah well, we'll see how it goes.
TL;DR = My jock uncle seduced me and he turned out to be a bottom.
Also, that escalated. Sorry, I can't write a story without rambling.