I was always the outcast in my family, as a "surprise baby" for my parents I was the youngest by a wide margin, with my closest sister in age twelve years older than me. When I came out as gay early in life it was not well revived, and I left home moving to the west coast as soon as I could legally go. I still follow the family on social media and get invitations to the occasional holiday get together but I am always conveniently busy on those days and politely decline. Now at twenty-eight I live my own life as a personal trainer to the rich and powerful of LA and have not seen any family in person for ten years.
So, I was surprised to get a text from my nephew Liam saying he was going to be in LA for a while and wanted to see if he could stay with me. The last time I saw him he was just a kid but at eighteen now he was a grown-up. My initial instinct was to say no but it was unfair to punish him just because the rest of our family were assholes and reading between the lines on his social media, I suspected he may be gay too or perhaps Bi and he possibly wanted to talk to the only uncle who would understand.
As the rideshare from the airport dropped him off, I noticed he had the driver carry his bags to the front door. Not a great start I thought, if he was an arrogant little shit this would be a short trip. Pushing aside the thought I greeted him with a friendly hug and showed him inside, notably not helping with his bags. I did see a slight look of surprise as I stood back and let him carry in his own bags, but he did not say anything.
"Hey Uncle Steve, thanks for letting me stay a while." Liam offered in a friendly tone.
I replied, "You're welcome here, make yourself at home, I will show you around and get you set up in the guest room, but your flight came in late, so I suggest we catch up more tomorrow."
The following morning, I got up early, did a five-mile run and forty laps in my pool before putting on sweatpants and t-shirt to make breakfast. Just in case he was a brat I did not want to spoil Liam, so I made enough coffee for both of us, but I only squeezed one glass of fresh juice and poured myself a bowl of vitamin fortified fiber rich cereal and almond milk. Halfway through my late breakfast Liam came stumbling into the kitchen, hair askew, rubbing his eyes, clearing having just woken up.
I did not mean to stare but I froze in place as I looked up from my bowl, a drop of almond milk still dripping down my chin. Liam had walked in wearing only old worn-out white briefs with holes in them that his mom probably brought for him too many years ago. His hands were down the front scratching his fading morning wood as he yawned loudly. Liam was in much better shape than I had realized last night, his abdominal muscles and chest rippled with lean hard muscles. His hairless skin was smooth like fresh cream with no blemishes. If I had seen him on the street, I would have thought he was an underwear model or that he had stepped out of an Abercrombie catalog from twenty years ago.
Finishing his yawn, he confidently walked over pulling the hand out of his worn undies and wiped the drop of almond milk off my chin, before licking his finger. "Oh, Almond milk! Mom would never let us have that in the house, can I have a bowl?" he asked as he sat down. I was so mesmerized by him that I almost did what he asked but I stood up and shook my head to clear it before replying.
While pouring him a cup of coffee, "Almond milk and cereal are in the fridge and the juicer and a bowl of oranges are on the counter, feel free to help yourself." I felt proud of myself, if Liam was going to survive his visit to the west coast, he had to be independent and not expect people to just do things for him like he probably had back at home. Liam had a sad pout for only a moment that almost broke me, and would have had me serving him, had he not stopped in time and helped himself.
Watching him pour a pouch of unmarked powder into his juice I injured, "Oh this? It's a special blend of vitamins and antioxidants that helps my skin stay fresh," pausing to evaluate me, "I have extra if you want some? It's the least I could do in return for you letting me stay here." This was good I thought, maybe he is not the selfish prick I feared, I was putting too much of the family bias on him and judging to much from the one moment with the driver. Feeling it was rude to refuse, I accepted and watched him open a second pouch pouring it into my juice.
After I finished drinking the juice I was cleaning my dishes when Liam put his bowl in the sink. I was about to remind him he needed to do things himself, but I unexpectedly felt a little flush and changed my mind at the last minute and cleaned his bowl too. As I was doing his dishes I offered, "You know Liam it may be time to retire that underwear it served way past its expiration date." Looking down he struck a finger through one of the holes and pulled on it, I briefly had a glance at an impressive cock for such a skinny twink like boy before looking away.
"You know what you're right uncle. Thanks, you can take me shopping later, that's sweet of you." Again, I was about to tell him that I had meant he could take the bus to the mall when I felt flush again and agreed to take him shopping later. "I guess I don't need these anymore" Liam said as he pulled off his underwear and tossed them into the refuse bin in the perfect imitation of a basketball player making a three-point shot. Despite my best efforts my eyes locked in on his pale naked perfect peach shaped ass as he walked out of the kitchen without looking back at me.
While we were heading to the mall, I decided that if Liam was going to be hanging out in LA, he would need more than just clean white briefs, so I changed direction and took him to the upscale shopping neighborhood many of my wealthy clients shopped at. I probably went a little overboard buying him designer Dior briefs, and a couple sets of Dsquared2 clubwear and beach clothing, but I had plenty of money and I figured why not splurge on my nephew.
When I was doing my evening workout, I was feeling good, better than usual. Being nice to Liam had really given me a little endorphin rush and I reflected on how it feels nice to be nice to him. Walking past the living room that evening I saw him playing a VR game he had packed in his luggage. Seeing him sitting there unaware of me in the goggles I was able to admire how good he looked in the new clothing.
"Hey Uncle, are you ok?" I looked up from his abs and legs to notice he had taken off the goggles and was looking at me looking at him. "Oh, you want to try the game?" he offered. Quick to grab the excuse he offered instead of admitting I was starting to lust for my nephew I sat down as he put the VR Headset on me. "Ok it's your first time so I will set the game up for you, just look into the black and white swirls and try and find an object." I did.
Laying in my bed I woke up with a bit of a headache as the sunrise broke through my window. Having missed my normal wake up time I did half my normal run and only took a quick dip in the pool to cool off instead of my usual laps. I wanted to thank Liam for being such a good sport and showing me his game. Come to think of it I don't remember how that ended, I was looking at the swirls and the next thing I remember I woke up. I shrugged my shoulders thinking I must just be overtired.
I made a big breakfast of veggie bacon, eggs, and toast. I had the meal laid out on the table along with the fresh squeezed juice and coffee all laid out for Liam when he finally showed up. Except for the expensive and form fitting underwear he was a mirror image of the day before rite down to scratching his still firm cock as he yawned. I blushed like a schoolgirl on her first date when he smiled, sat down, and let me serve him his breakfast. Taking out the packets of powder he poured one in each of our juice glasses, and I eagerly drank mine, wanting my skin to look as good as his someday.
I volunteered to be his chaffer and tour guide showing him LA that day and he graciously accepted. But as I was heading to the famous Chinese Theater and the celebrity handprints, he suggested a detour. "Are you sure Liam that area is kind of seedy?" I cautioned. But he insisted and I relented as he was the guest and as the local host and guide, I should show him what he wanted to see. As we got close to the specific sex shop he wanted to visit, I could see the bars on the windows. While we waited at the last red light before the parking garage a pair of street boys leaned on the car offering their services for cash. Perhaps a bit to rudely I told them we were not interested as I rolled up the window.
After we drove off Liam startled me when he boldly put a hand on my leg and grasped my crotch. "Did those rent boys turn you on uncle?" he asked with a squeeze of his hand on my now hard cock in my pants. I tried to stutter a denial, but he interrupted me, speaking while running his hand up and down my jeans, "It's ok to be attracted to younger men, I mean you think I am attractive as well, don't you?" I gulped at the audacious directness of the question and thankfully was distracted as I pulled into the parking garage and had to focus on parking.
"Um, look Liam you're my nephew and.." he shushed me with a finger to my lips.
"Don't Talk uncle, just do what I want you to do." I had sweat on my brow as he pulled down the top of his joggers and his hard cock popped out. His hand guided my face down into his crotch. Red Alarm bells rang in parts of my brain but a brush of Liams finger on my face and his words of encouragement silenced the alarms. I leaned in and took his twink cock in my mouth. The size of his monster cock required me to open my jaw painfully wide but once I had the taste of his cock flesh on my tongue it was glorious.
