Family Connections

A beam of sunshine filtered through the curtains in my room, hitting my eye and waking me. I rolled over, my head pounding from a previous night's heavy drinking. That's when I remembered.

I'm staying at my uncle's place, the uncle I've not seen for decades and who I never really knew. The uncle who was letting me stay with him while I tracked down my dad, his brother. The uncle I got drunk with late night and then gave a blow job... That needed to sink in. My straight uncle who I got drunk with and then sucked off.

I wondered what he must be thinking at the moment. Is he angry with me? Surely not, he might be straight but he led things as much as I had. Is he filled with remorse? That was a more plausible prospect. I replayed the evening in my head. He had said he fooled around a bit during drunken frat days, but he never specified what. I tried to think but all I could remember was my uncle's hot cock. I started to get hard thinking about it. About him standing over me...

I couldn't help it, my hand moved down my stomach to the waistband of my briefs, sliding my fingers under the elastic and touching my stiffening cock. The slight stimulation of my fingers was enough to get me fully hard, and I started to gently stroke myself. My mind recalled my uncle, standing in front of me, feeding me his cock. I pulled my hand out of my briefs, spat into it, and went back to stroking. Thinking about what we did last night made me incredibly horny, and I was surprized how quickly I was close to cumming. I gave into it, breathing quickly and feeling my hips push forward as I got closer to shooting my load. I imagined my uncle's face last night as he was about to cum and felt the first spurt of my own load shooting into my underwear as I imagined his face as he emptied his load into my mouth. My body tensed as I came, then relaxed with the last shot of jizz.

I lay on my bed, breathing deeply and feeling relaxed, then pulled my sticky hand out of my underwear and wiped in on some tissue. My head thobbed again from the hangover. As much as I was worried to face my uncle, I had to go find some aspirin for this headache. I glanced at the clock. 'Shit,' I thought. 'It's 12:45.'

I got up and traded my cum filled underwear for a pair of shorts, and ventured out of my room and down the hall, hoping I wouldn't run into my uncle. Bad luck. I could hear him in the kitchen as I approached. It was no good, I'd have to face him sometime so it might as well be now. I summoned my courage and walked in.

"Good afternoon," I said with uncertainty. My Uncle Will had his hands in the sink. Unlike me, who was standing there in yesterday's t-shirt and some old shorts, my uncle was dressed for the day. He was wearing faded Levis and red polo shirt. I couldn't help but check out his nice ass. He turned to face me.

"Hey Tom" he grinned at me. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, but I've got the worst hangover today," I said. "You don't have anything I can take do you?"

My uncle opened the cupboard over the sink and pulled out a bottle of painkillers. "Catch," he said, tossing it over to me. He walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle with blue liquid in it, setting it on the table next to me. "Sports drink. It'll help replace the missing electrolytes that give you a hangover," he explained.

I thanked him, popped some painkillers and took a long drink from the bottle, looking my uncle over again as I did. He really was hot. A short beard and slightly shaggy hair, both a deep gingery-brown with the tiny hint of grey at the temples. He was easily over six feet tall and he was fit looking. Definitely a hot "daddy type". I couldn't believe we fooled around. I wondered what was going through his head about yesterday.

If he was thinking something, he didn't let on. He leaned against the kitchen counter, hands halfway in the pockets of his jeans. "Are you hungry?" he asked. "I'm afraid I've had my lunch already." I shook my head.

"No. I can't face eating just yet," I said, nursing the bottle of sports drink. My uncle gave me an understanding smile.

"What's your plans for the day then?" he asked. "I'm off work today and plan to do fucking nothing," he laughed.

"Well, I want to go shopping and explore the city a bit," I said. "But maybe I should just hang out here with you." I smiled at my uncle. I really did want to spend time with him. And not just because I was attracted to him.

My uncle grinned, "Yeah, I'd like that Tom. Maybe I'll go to the store and get some beers and food?"

"Great, I said. "I'll take my shower while you're gone."

All during my shower all I could think about was what happened last night, and all the questions I had. 'Is he doing this because of what happened last night? Or despite it? Did he enjoy it? Does he want it again? Would he do it again?' I was starting to get horny thinking of the possibility of sucking his cock again so I tried to focus on what I was going to wear instead. Suddenly it felt like it made a difference.

I slid on a tight pair of white briefs that I felt accentuated my ass, then slid on a comfortable pair of tight black jeans. I tried on several shirts until I settled for a white t-shirt. I styled my hair and then went back to the bathroom to floss and use some mouthwash. Finally, I gave myself a squirt of cologne and headed onto the living room.

My uncle wasn't back yet, so I searched his vinyl for a good album to play. I settled on an old Issac Hayes album. Just as the needle slid into a groove I heard the door open. My uncle smiled as he walked in. "Hot Buttered Soul", he said, naming the album I chose within the first few notes.

"That's right," I grinned at him. "You're good."

"In more ways than one." he laughed, putting his shopping bag on the counter. I felt warmth spread through my body and settle in my crotch. I found my uncle more attractive than ever just now. I felt a small twang of guilt perving over my own uncle but it passed as he smiled at me.

"Beer?" he said, holding up a bottle. I nodded and he popped off the cap, grabbing one for himself and coming to sit next to me on the sofa. We clinked bottles and said 'Cheers'.

"So you like soul music too?" my uncle asked.

"Yeah. I like most types really," I answered, taking a big drink from the bottle. Having my Uncle Will so close to me was making me all hot and bothered. My uncle clearly noticed.

"Hey, are you ok Tom?" he smiled very cooly, taking a drink from his bottle. He was almost cocky about it, but he wasn't annoying in the way he did it, it was pure sex appeal.

"Yeah," I answered, and took another gulp of beer. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you seem really nervous. And you're drinking that beer like you're dying of thirst," he smiled. My uncle was right, my bottle was nearly empty. "Let me get you another," he said, getting up for another bottle then returning to his seat next to mine.

I thanked him and we sat in silence for a moment, listening to the music. My uncle spoke up then. "Something on your mind?" he asked. It was like he knew everything going through my head.

I looked at him. "Yeah," I said nervously. "Are you, uh, ok after yesterday?" As soon as I got the words out I felt relived, then scared at how he might answer.

"I'm great, yeah. Thanks again by the way," my uncle said, winking at me. "It really is the best I've had." When he saw that I looked skeptical he smiled and help up his hand. "Scouts honor," he joked. "Did you like it?"

I grinned. "Fuck. Uncle Will, it was incredible." I answered, then remembered I was trying to play it cool. I decided to redirect the conversation. "Uh, you said you fooled around a bit when you we in a fraternity?" I asked.

"Yeah," he answered. "So you know frats, right?" I shook my head no. "Well, the things you hear are mostly bullshit, but there are some truths. I mean, some guys do gay stuff during hazing but it's not common. Most of it is just drunk dares and stupid shit. I've jerked off with a guy on a dare and had a guy put the head of my cock in his mouth for two seconds, for a dare at a party. Then I did jerk off for real with a few friends. Twice, actually. Both times watching porn. The first time we all jerked ourselves off. The second time I let a guy jerk me off at the end."

I was fascinated by all this. "You didn't do anything else?" I asked.

"No." My uncle answered. "But I'll be really honest with you Tom. I'm straight, but maybe bi curious. I've always wondered in the back of my mind about trying something more with a guy, and even jerked off fantasizing about it, but I've always been way too afraid to do anything in real life. But yesterday I just felt really comfortable with you Tom. It's so hard to describe. It's really wrong, I know, considering you're my nephew but..." He fell silent and then emptied his beer. I got up to get him a new one. My uncle told me to grab the whiskey instead.

"I'll be honest too, Uncle Will." I said. "I think you're really attractive. Last night was incredible. I know you're my uncle but I just think..." I stopped myself, fearing I'd gone too far.

"You just think what?" my uncle asked. He was so kind in genuine in how he asked me, I suddenly had no fear answering him.

"I just think you're so hot." I answered, as I poured him a large whiskey, then one for myself.

My uncle smiled at me. "Really?" he asked.

"Fuck, yes!" I responded.

My uncle laughed. "You're not so bad yourself," he said, squeezing my shoulder. "I do love that I could give in with you. I just trust you, Tom."

"Yes, definitely. I feel the same with you." I smiled.

My uncle was next to me, hand on my shoulder furthest from him, his arm behind my neck. I felt his body against mine, it felt so good. He emptied his glass and we looked at each other, and then very slowly, as if we were in slow motion, we moved towards each other.

My uncle's face was getting closer. He was leaning in for a kiss! He got an inch away from my mouth and pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes. I said nothing, and we looked at it other. Then my uncle pulled me close and gently and nervously pressed his lips to mine. We kissed gently three or four times then he pulled away and smiled at me.

"I like that Tom," he said softly.

"Me too," I answered back shyly.

We leaned back into each other. After a few more soft kisses I felt my uncle's tongue on my lips then sliding into my mouth. He started to kiss me deeply. It felt incredible.

We kissed like that for a few minutes, like a couple taking a date to the next level. My left hand was on my uncle's back, but the left was resting in my own lap. I could feel how hard I was, and I moved my hand to my uncle's leg, then his thigh, then onto his crotch. He was hard in his jeans. He sighed through our kissing.

I played with him through his jeans while we kissed, until my uncle reached down to undo his belt and top button. He leaned down to kiss my neck and I almost came in my pants. I started to undo the buttons of his jeans and got my hand inside his briefs. My uncle was hard and leaking like crazy. I started to stroke him while he kissed and nibbled my neck. My uncle grunted while I stroked his cock.

"I love how you stroke it, Tom," he sighed, slipping his tongue into my mouth again. It felt so sensual. I continued to stroke him while we kissed, then broke away and smiled at my uncle. I slid off the sofa and moved between his legs, getting on my knees. I was now staring at my uncle's cock again. It such a nice dick, about 7" and quite thick with a lovely head to it. His balls were big and hung low underneath. He kept everything neatly shaved. My uncle leaned back, watching me as I leaned forward to lick the shaft of his hard cock, slowly up and down, before licking the precum off the tip. Our eyes were locked on each other as I opened my mouth and took him inside, wrapping my lips around the shaft and going down on him, taking him deep. My uncle grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured himself another glass. He drank it while he watched me worship his cock.

"God, I fucking love how you do that!" he groaned as I deepthroated him, came up to the tip, licking the bottom of his cock as I sucked him, before taking him down the back of my throat again. "Best blowjob I've ever had," my uncle said.

I pulled off his cock. "Hang on one second," I said, running to my room to grab a bottle of poppers from my bag. I headed back down the hall and looked at my uncle sitting on the sofa, stroking his hard cock, waiting for me. The scene was so hot I couldn't wait to get back on my knees for him.

"Are you ok?" he asked. "What's that?"

"Poppers," I answered. "You know what these are?"

"Yeah," my uncle said, "But I've never done them."

I took a deep inhale of poppers in each nostril and went back to work on my uncle's cock. My uncle took a good hit too and groaned as I went back to worshipping his dick. The poppers were clearly having an effect in him.

"Yeah that's it," he moaned. "Suck my big cock." Hearing my uncle talk to me dirty like that was such a turn on. I told him to stand up.

My uncle did as he was told and I throated him again. Having him stand meant I could get him a bit deeper. Suddenly I had the poppers bottle to my nose, my uncle encouraging me to have some more. I breathed in and went back to work on his cock, listening to him inhaling deeply above me. My uncle groaned and put his hands on my head, moving his hips and slowly fucking my mouth. "Mmmmmmmm ohhh yeah," he moaned. "Fucking hell you're good at this," he said again, then started to thrust deeper, picking up speed.

My uncle held my head as he pushed his cock deep down my throat, I took it for him, letting it slide all the way down past my tonsils. "My friend would like you," my uncle said as he fucked my face, drunk on alcohol, horniness and poppers. "Maybe I should call him and we can both use your mouth."

I wasn't sure if he was serious but it made me so fucking hot I had to stop stroking myself or I would have cum instantly. Instead I looked up at my uncle and because my mouth was full, grunted my approval at his suggestion.

My uncle took another hit of poppers then grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the table and took a gulp. "Yeah, I thought you'd like that. Cock hungry. My friend has a big dick too."

A flood of questions ran through my head. 'How does he know that?' 'What's this guy look like?' 'Has my uncle played around with him?' 'Is my uncle serious?' 'Do I want this?'

As if he could hear my thoughts, my uncle answered: "He's a guy I used to work with. We'd go to bars and strip clubs together sometimes. He always liked a private show and would ask for a blow job. It really is his favorite thing. I've seen his cock quite a few times!" my uncle laughed. "He'd often disappear if we were at a bar together, going to get a bj in his car or the bathroom from some girl he just met. He's good looking, so it usually wasn't hard for him to find a girl to do it. He's persuasive." My uncle laughed again.

I couldn't resist, I had to ask some questions. I came off my uncles dick and leaned back on my heels. "How do you know he'd want to do this?" I asked. That made my uncle laugh loudly.

"He's a whore for a blowjob. And he told me he's let guys do it to him before too, just to get off. Not sure if he's really bi or just curious like me or whatever. Or just a horny fucker."

"Are you serious about inviting him?" I asked.

"I don't know. I was really just saying it as dirty talk. Would you really like that?" my uncle asked.

Now it was my time to laugh. "Uh, yes," I answered quickly. "Are you joking? Especially if he's good looking." Then I added, "Like you."

My uncle smiled at that. "He's about 10-15 years younger than me. Mid-30s. But yeah, he's definitely good looking." My uncle stopped, I could see him thinking. He took a big swig of whiskey and a hit of poppers, so I went back to work on his cock, hoping to convince him it was a good idea.

My uncle groaned as I blew him and then reached into his shirt pocket and started texting. "I'm texting him, Tom." I grunted my approval and deepthroated my uncle's cock in appreciation.

My uncle asked if he could sit down again and he lit a joint while I slowly worshipped his cock and edged him. My uncle sent a few more texts and I was afraid to say anything. Finally my uncle said, "He's coming over. I hope you're ready for it."

"Mmmmmm," I moaned, licking my uncles balls. "Yes Uncle Will, I can't wait."

My uncle smiled at me. "That's a good cocksucker." I smiled back at him and took him in my mouth again.

10 or 15 minutes later and there was a ringing on the intercom. My uncle buzzed his friend up and pulled his jeans back up. I packed my cock away too as my Uncle Will let his friend in. I was not disappointed! A tall, very good looking guy with olive skin, styled short black hair, stubble, and a toned body walked into the room. He looked mid 30s, and maybe Italian in heritage. He too was wearing faded jeans and a tight black faded Metallica t-shirt. He stuck out his hand.

"I'm Alex," he said in a masculine voice.

"Tom," I said back, trying to match him in sounding as 'bruh' as possible. "Uh, so how do you know my Unc- how do you know Will?" I asked. My uncle was getting us some drinks.

"We used to work together," Alex answered, kicking his boots off and sitting on the sofa. "He's your uncle then?"

"Yes," my Uncle Will answered as he came into the room. I was glad he answered as I wasn't sure how much my uncle told him in his texts. "He's staying until he can see his dad in a few days," he added.

My uncle's friend nodded. "Cool." He turned to me. "So, your uncle tells me you have some special skills?"

"Uhh, yeah. I do," I said, suddenly regaining my horniness and confidence. "Expert-level skills."

Alex shifted a bit on the sofa. "Oh man. Did your Uncle Will tell you that's my weakness?" he asked.

"Yeah," I nodded. "He mentioned it."

"No, man," Alex sat up and sat on the edge of the sofa. "I'm serious. I fucking love a great blow job. I'm not queer or anything, but if a guy sucks good dick... Well, I've made a couple of exceptions in my life." My uncle chuckled at this.

"Is that all you've done with guys?" I asked, curious.

"Yeah, just some good head. But I'll warn you, I'm a harsh critic," he laughed. Alex turned to my uncle. "He's really that good, eh?"

My uncle grinned. "Not shitting you... it's the best I've had."

I watched Alex adjust his cock though his jeans. "Fuuuuuck man. Then I need to try this." He walked over to where I was sitting and started to undo his belt.

I slid to the floor and reached up to pull Alex's jeans open. Alex reached in and pulled his Calvin Klein briefs down. His cock was mostly hard and looked beautiful. It was maybe 7 and a half or 8 inches with a medium thickness and a very slight downward curve. The head was well proportioned and his balls were average and hung quite low, like my uncle's. Alex had trimmed his pubic hairs down close to his skin. Cocks generally aren't that attractive but this was a beautiful cock on a beautiful man.

I leaned down and started to lick Alex's balls, each individually then running my tongue over both of them. Alex's cock jumped, and I licked under his balls and up either side, before going to work on his shaft. I licked it slowly and seductively from the base to the tip, like I was lovingly licking a soft-serve ice cream on a hot day. Alex groaned as I did this, and I looked up to see that he had lifted his shirt to tweak his nipples while I worked. His stomach was toned and mostly smooth, except for a small trail of hair from his belly button to the small patch at the top of his cock. He had another patch of hair across his chest.

I was so turned on looking at Alex that I wanted to show him my cocksucking skills. I gave the shaft another lick and moved to work on the head, swirling my tongue gently around it, before taking it into my mouth. I sucked the end for a bit, tasting the pre-cum leaking onto my tongue as Alex groaned above me. I looked up to see him watching me. His hips pushed gently forward and he growled "Suck it," in a low voice.