It’s All Relative

This is based on a real event but is much nastier in this telling than it was when it happened. It's about me and my adult nephew. My half sister is 20 years older than I am and Jon, the oldest of her three is only 10 years younger than I am. We are basically pals and not very conscious of the fact that we are family. He is athletic, well mannered, and easy to talk to. He came to visit for the weekend, arriving late Friday. We had a few beers, chilled for a while and then decided to go to bed because we were both really tired, and agreed to get an early start.

I woke up pretty groggy and foggy and went to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast. Meanwhile there is no sign of Jon - my nephew. I went to his room and knocked, and as there was no answer I cracked open the door. I guess that woke him up. He said "Hi, sorry I'm so slow this morning," and started to get out of bed, but as the blanket shifted as he rolled over, and that exposed his morning wood - completely. I had no idea that he was so big. At least 7 inches and with his skin surrounding his clock head, it looked like a torpedo, smooth and with prominent veins. I blurted out "Sorry to disturb you!" As I turned to go back to the kitchen he said "No worries, you have one of these too, don't you? Come back in here."

I looked at his hard cock more closely, which made me breathe faster. His skin covered all but the tip of his head except for the area around the hole, which was pretty large and glistened with his morning wetness. He looked at my growing bulge and then at my face. He smiled and said "no hurry. We can rush slowly this morning. I want to see yours," leaned over - I had moved to the side of the bed - and pulled my sweats down. My cock flopped out, all semi-hard 6 inches. He looked at it, looked straight into my eyes and said "nice, I've never been this close to a cut cock before." Before I could answer or move, he touched my head with a finger, rubbed it gently around the tip, and then wrapped his warm hand around it. After a few strokes he said "Get down on the bed next to me and get on your back." I did as he said, speechless. He got on his stomach. I was on my back, and his mouth was real close to my cock. He breathed gently on it and the warmth enveloped me just before his lips and mouth. I was in heaven. His tongue caressed my shaft. He moved his head slowly in just the right way. His mouth was so wet that some spit ran down my shaft as he lifted his head and then he sucked some of it back into his mouth as he moved down. He drenched me whenever he opened his mouth to release me and then take me back in and began again. In the moment, I regretted not being with for a man for a very long time because I had never had it like that from any woman I'd been with. I couldn't talk, but just made some noises of pleasure. He worked for a couple of minutes more and then, without releasing my cock said "cum for me now!" Hearing that, my toes curled, my whole body shook, and I it felt like I'd filled his mouth because he let some of my cum drip out of his mouth onto my crotch. He made a happy sort of grunt/slurp, and keeping a few drops of me in his mouth said "Good morning uncle. It's gonna be your turn when we get back here later on today."

We didn't shower together, but and we had a leisurely breakfast. We hadn't passed time together for a few years, so we had a lot to catch up. Jon was not very familiar with my town and the surroundings so we took a grand tour of the area. The day went by pretty fast. We stopped on the way to my house and picked up a couple of bottles of wine and some food to cook for dinner.

In the kitchen, it was all business. Bolognese was always our favorite. Jon took care of the salad and pasta. I took care of the sauce and meat. When the pasta went into the pot, we'd finished the first bottle of wine. He set the table. We ate, talked, and had more wine. We continued to catch up on things we did in the years we'd not seen each other. There was no mention of what happened that morning before breakfast or of anything else that might happen before tomorrow morning.

After finishing dinner and clearing up the kitchen it it was already late, not very late, but late enough. I got up, patted Jon on the shoulder and said that I was ready to turn it. He looked at me and nodded, saying that he was pretty tired too, especially after all the wine he'd drunk. We walked up the stairs together, and when I stopped in front of the door to my room Jon put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Not so fast old man, did you forget that it's your turn?" Jon pushed me through the open door, closed it behind us, and I turned around to face him. He looked into my eyes and started to unbutton his shirt. "What are you waiting for? Take your clothes off before I take them off you."

Maybe he was afraid I would think better of what we were doing and not want to pick up where we left, but I was all in. I stripped off my shirt and pants, which left me with only my shorts and socks. He did the same, but was a step ahead of me because he'd gone commando. We were both half hard with our cocks still hanging down and not straight out. As I dropped to my knees, his hands moved down to touch my hair. I touched the tip of his cock with my tongue, but he drew me closer and pushed into me. I felt him grow in my mouth with his cock head swelling inside his skin, and as he began fucking my mouth his head slid out and I gripped it tight with my lips and pressed upward with my tongue. Then I moved my hands to his ass cheeks and pulled him to me, matching his fucking rhythm.

It was years since I'd had a cock in my mouth, but it felt like it was yesterday. His shaft was wet with my spit, and my fingers got wet too as I stroked him, and as I moved my hand to grab his ass cheek, he thrust in and pushed into my throat. As I gagged on him he said "Take it all old man, all of it!" I had to push him back so I could take a breath, and I said "It's OK Jon. I love how big you are, but when you come, I want it in my mouth so I can taste you. Lets get on the bed."

He was on his back and I was on my belly with my face between Jon's legs. He put his cock on my lips, and before I took him in I started rimming him with the fingers of both hands. "Jon, I want you to fuck my mouth hard now. Fuck me, and remember what I said." As I pulled him to me and wrapped my mouth and tongue around his cock I slid one fingertip in his hole and then another. He groaned as I slid them deeper, and he spasmed around my fingers an instant before he shot ropes of cum into my mouth. I don't remember how many times his hole and cock pulsed, and I held him there long enough for his breathing to slow and his cock to get soft.

He pulled out and I climbed up onto the bed so were were facing each other. Jon smiled an said "Man, that's not exactly what I was expecting when I knocked on your door."