I agreed to pick up Alex from his house around 12:30 p.m. Maria was nauseous; maybe had the stomach flu so she didn't mind me going to the garage. He texted, "Guess what? My dad saw the video of the car. Said we did good and he was proud of me!" Now it was "my dad," not "John" or "your bro."
When I got there, my brother came out, and I lowered the window on the passenger side.
“Hi, Mikey!”
“Hi, what’s up”
“You guys did good; I’m proud of him.”
“He showed you the videos?”
“Not to me; he sent it to Anna. She showed me. Had a talk with me. She was right; she’s always right!”
“They’re always right, Johnny.”
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“I know, it sucks,” we laughed.
“He’s a good kid, Mikey. Fuck, you know that better than I do. He looks up to you.”
“You’re his dad; it should be you that he looks up to—he wants to. Believe me.
“How about both of us, Mike?”
I nodded. “Hey, I took him to Eddie’s twice.”
“Oh yah? How’d that go? How’s that jackass doing”
“Ask Alex, it’s a good story, and uh, well, Eddie said the same thing about you.”
“I know–I've gotta take care of that too; it’s been too long for no reason.” Then he came around to my side. “Get outta the car, you piece of crap!” with a huge smile on his face. He grabbed me and gave me a bear hug. I caved and did the same. He took my face in his hands and gave me two Italian-style kisses on each cheek. “I missed you, little brother.”
“Me too, Johnny. We’ve been here, but… anyway,” and kissed him on the cheeks too. Beyond his shoulder, I saw Alex looking at us. “Hey, Alex,” I said, “are you ready?” I quickly wiped the moisture from my eyes and got in the car. We said “see ya” to John and drove away. In my rearview mirror, I saw my big brother wiping his eyes.
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We got to the garage and drove in. Alex walked to his Falcon and walked around the car slowly, examining it and running his hands along the entire car, admiringly, as if he were seeing it in a showroom.
“The clear coat made a big difference; it doesn't need to be repainted. Thanks, Mikey.”
“No, worries, how do you want to start? The interior stinks, bad.”
He agreed, and with that, we did—the door panels, the rear shelf, carpets, seats, dashboard—the works! I had all the stuff needed that I use on my restoration projects. We took my car and drove to a Taco Bell drive-thru, then came back and ate.
I think both of us knew that we were not there for the car, but for something else. His Falcon was a “Futura,” so it had a lot of chrome framing the windows, windshield, and rear window, and I had mentioned we could buff it out and really make it pop. We were talking randomly. I was putting things in their place in the shop but was just rearranging things to kill time. Alex had been buffing the same area on the rear bumper for a while, but I don’t think he realized it.
“Alex, all this stuff we did today, we could have done any day of the week. One of the guys could have done it–you had another reason for coming here today, right?”
“I guess.,” and he continued buffing.
I took the cloth from his hand and threw it in a box with other dirty ones. “Enough. You’re gonna buff a hole through the chrome.” He nodded. “Alex, look at me. All those questions last night—they weren’t random. You know that.”
“What questions? The ones after you gave a blowjob to a sausage?” I had to laugh, that was a good line.
“Yeah. Maybe. Why?” he said.
You asked me a lot; one of them was if I would do ‘stuff’ again. I told you the truth—“maybe”—but you wanted to ask something else.” Alex nodded. “Okay Alex, excuse me, “Sandrino,” ask!”
Alex stood up, almost laughed, but stifled it into a smile, faced me, waited for his urge to laugh to go away, and said the words. “I, Alex, want to give you, Mikey, a blowjob…” Then he busted out laughing. So did I. But then I, too, became serious and faced him. Looking him in the eye, I moved closer. Alex stepped back, unsure. And I spoke. “I, Mikey, would like you, Alex, to give me… Nah, I don’t wanna, not in the mood!” He laughed even louder, went to a backpack he had brought, pulled out something, and said, “I’ll give you a toy if you say yes.”
I went to my truck, reached under the seat, grabbed something, and held it up and said, “Nah, I brought my own”. We both were holding new, never-used dildos, and anyone walking by could probably hear the laughing for blocks.
It was good to not have tension, pressure, or fears, and just relax. But the reason we were there did create anticipation and excitement, as was evidenced by the outline in Alex’s gym shorts. Alex followed my gaze, nodded at my shorts, and said, “Ditto, dude. Maybe some bourbon to calm things down.”
We went into the office. I was getting bourbon and ice. “This time I’ve got plenty of 7-Up,” I told him, and poured. Alex patted the couch. “Hey, Mikey, if this thing could talk, huh?”
“For real, dude, help me pull it out; grab the other side.” We pulled it up and out, and it was a queen-size sofa bed, with a blanket and sheets. Alex pressed on the mattress and sat to test it.
“So why didn’t we do this before? He asked
“Maybe we weren’t ready.”
“Shit, Mikey, should I be scared?”
“Alex, shut up and drink,” and I held up my glass. “Salute!” Alex replied, “Cin cin!”
I kicked off my shoes, stood next to the sofa bed, and started to take off my T-shirt. Alex did the same but stopped and came over to me, placed his palms on my body, and lifted the shirt with the back of his hands, then pulled it off my head and ran his palms across my chest hair and held my nipples between his fingers, ran his palms against my nipples and got them hard.
I remembered the first time my tongue and lips were on Alex’s nipples. The rush. I put my hand on his head and lightly pushed it toward my chest, “Bite ‘em, suck ‘em.” I felt his tongue run along my chest hair and rest on my nipple, felt him circle it with the tip, tease it, his lips enveloped it, then he softly blew his breath across it. I felt the hair on my neck, my back, and on my arms stand on edge. Fuck! Where did he learn that? Gabby? Angie? I looked down at his head, and he seemed starved, insatiable. I got hard; Alex felt it, I'm sure, because I felt his thigh move against my cock.
He ran his hands up the sides of my body, skimming the hair of my armpits with his fingers while he ran his lips down my chest; his tongue moved slowly to my navel, and he kissed it and licked it. His fingers were at my waist, and his hands moved across the front of my shorts and rested on the bulge. He looked up at me, and I stopped him—I didn’t want things to move that fast, so I started to lift him up. He stood and faced me.
“Hey, just slow down a bit,” I told him, and winked.
“Sorry, Mikey, my bad,” he said sheepishly.
“No, you’re fine, trust me. It’s me. I just don’t want it over so quickly; unless you do.”
“Nope!” he said. “I got to you, huh, Mikey?” A big smile was on his face.
Fuck, yeah, kid. Where did you learn that nipple stuff, Sandrino? Pour us a couple of ‘3 & 3's "
“What’s that? Never heard of it.”
“3 ounces bourbon, 3 ounces 7-Up.” He looked at me and asked, “You sure we can—” I interrupted him. “Yeah, we’ll get hard. We’re not 60!” He kept looking. “OK, Sandrino, ‘2 & 4’ He poured and handed me my drink.
“So, I said, seriously, where did you learn that nipple stuff—dude, that was incredible?.’
“I dunno, it just happened.”
“Nah, don’t be shy; those are your best moves on girls. No worries, I used my Maria moves on you! Nips are nips. They’re interchangeable.”
“Not all parts,” he said, and raised his glass.
“Thank God! I’ll drink to that,” and met his salute.
I didn’ t want the vibe to fade so I gulped down the highball and stood up. Alex watched me.
“Damn, dude now you’re in a hurry?”
Just drink up. C’mon”
“Why?”
I went closer, reached for the sides of his T-shirt, and started pulling it off. “I think you need some Maria moves.”
He took a long swig of the highball and finished it. Then he lifted his T-shirt to his mouth and wiped his lips, revealing that line of soft fur from his navel and beyond, and looked at me. I moved closer to remove his T-shirt and, as before, he crossed his arms, seductively lifted it, raised it off his body, and let it drop to the floor. Alex stood looking at me.
I had explored his body with my hands before. He was solid, with the soft roundness of youth and the strength of manhood. The right amount of hair on his chest, and the soft mounds of his nipples—all of that I had seen and tasted before, but it still hit me hard. “Damn, you look good.” This time I said it out loud. Alex smiled. “You’re welcome, Mikey; I got to you, huh?” and nodded toward the bulge in my khaki shorts. He wasn’t wrong.
I ran my hands along his shoulders, let my palms move along his chest, let them glide across his nipples—not flat and hard, but soft, puffy, and still my Kryptonite. My fingers twirled them, got them hard, then I licked them, softly nibbled, and lightly sucked them. I bent over, licked his torso, teased his navel, and ran my tongue down the trail of hair that got darker and thicker as it disappeared beneath the waistband of his gym shorts. I kneeled and sat back on my legs and nuzzled his crotch, and there was a very evident outline of what was waiting. I looked up at Alex. He shrugged, “What can I say?”
“Well, Sandrino, it seems to me that you,kid, are a ‘made’ man.” I raised my mug, “lets drink to health, happiness, family and ‘R-E-S-P-E-C-T,’ “ and we clinked. For a moment Alex looked terrified.
“Shit, Mikey in the Sopanos, Tony makes his nephew Christopher a ‘made’ man, then suffocates him; Tony’s Uncle Junior puts a contact out on Tony! Do we have any ‘waste management’ ties in the family?”
“Relax, Alex, uhm, Sandrino, I’m not gonna have you whacked, and no we don’t but your nono and your dad are probably the lawyers of some of them.” He did not look too happy. The waitress came back with two more beers and appetizers and gave us our menus. We both said “thank you.” but had not ordered them. Oh, well, we ate them.
After we ordered, I asked Alex what the question was that he wanted to ask me, he told me it wasn’t that important, and asked me, “You had a question, what was it?’ I took a sip, and asked.
“Last week, when you said, “definitely,” what did you mean?
“I don’t know what you mean”
Last week, after we did stuff, came here, you broke up with Gabby and I asked you if you w.ere ok. You looked at me, smiled, said ‘definitely’ and dozed off till we got here. So, why definitely?
“Oh, yeah, yeah, I remember. Nothing I was definitely ok, that’s all. No biggie”
“Alex, come on. It’s me. Stop the bullshit!”
He smiled, “Ok you were talking with Aunt Maria, telling her where you will be, saying sorry for being away on a Sunday, she must have said she loved you, because you said. ‘not as much as I love you’ and you meant it, dude.Then he anticipated my next question, “and I could see that.
It;s Maria, Maria, Maria. The way you say her name its like you’re obsessed. Or like she’s everything..i dunno.”
I tried to read between the lines, “Ok,maybe,and?..”
“I dunno,with Gabby, I never got close to that. Yeah, it’s too early and stuff, but I dunno, I guess I was jealous….”
“Jealous of who, Maria?”
“Jealous of you, Mikey! I want what you have with her, with Gabby it’s sex–good sex–but sex a as long as I’m doing stuff for her.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him, “Hey you’re 20. At this point, honestly, all you should care about is sex and fun.” He laughed. “I’m serious, don’t look for ‘forever;’ yet–if it happens you will know. Something will happen that will slap you in the face, and you will know.”
“I guess,” he said, “but I didn’t trust her. I kept feeling she would pull something to reel me in. And twice I saw her with other dudes. Fuck, I felt I could get stuck with someone else’s kid! I had to get out. Oh, and before you say it, I know Angie is my cousin, and yeah we will fuck, but we will have it under control–shit I’ve been doin shit with girls since I was 16, I know what to do!”
There was nothing left for me to say. We were watching some hockey game on one of the big screens, and he just blurted out. “Ok, fine! I’ll ask you now..
“Ok..” I was eating and not really listening.
“Ok..” he said, and was just looking at me.
“Then ask, geeze..”
“Ok, so,...” He got my glare, and again, “Ok, fine, so…here goes, what did it feel like to have me in your mouth?”
I thought for a minute and said, “Expand on that,”, and purposely drew out the word ‘expand,’ said it slowly. There was a plate of Italian sausage in the middle; I picked up a thick, Italian one, and put it in my mouth. Took it out and admired it. Took a bite, looked at him, and said, “Well?
“Fuck you, Mikey. Don’t make me laugh; I’m serious.”
“Ok, well, it was my first time, I guess I felt powerful, in charge. I had to do good. On the rest, well, silky-soft, kind of weird when you got hard, but all in a good way I guess.”
“And, when I shot in your mouth? Tell me.”
“Shit, I don;t know; surprise for sure, accomplishment. ; Salty-sweet, warm, thick. Fuck Alex we’re eating!”
“I know, I know, sorry, but would you ever do it again?.”
“Would you do it again,” he asked?
I looked at him, “Maybe, Shut up! She’s bringing coffee. And I think dessert? Did you order stuff?
“Not me!”
I told him to not ask and play dumb. We focused on the Tiramisu and canolis; He had some more questions but I said, “lets go!”
“Hey, Mikey, she didn’t charge for the beers or appetizers or desserts; it’s only $47.” I told him I’d leave $10 for the busser, “go pay the bill and here; give her this tip in her hand,” and handed him $30.
We had gone in separate cars, and as we walked toward them, he had another question.
“Hey?’
“Another question, Alex? Whatever, go for it!”
He stepped in front of me and we stopped walking. “Okay, So, last week, when we were ok again,was it like ‘nothing” when we finished? “ Now he was walking backwards and talking. “Ok, because ,with Angela, Gabby, and other girls, it's like a magnet that won't let me go...why are you smiling?”
“Go on, Alex, talk.”
“Ok so it's hard to leave. But even the last time, with us, it was like a movie shoot–s, ‘ok, action!” then ‘cut! It’s a take,’ and the actors just leave the set.”
I was getting into my car, “It’s exactly like that..”
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“Why?”
“Think about it! You’ll get it!”
“Whatever. Hey can we go to the garage tomorrow, I know it's Sunday but I want to bring the Ford home, so maybe I can detail it there. Ok?”
“Text me, Alex;, thanks for dinner!”
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I agreed to pick up Alex from his house around 12:30pm. Maria was nauseous, maybe a stomach flu so she didn't mind me going to the garage. He texted,”Guess what? My dad saw the video of the car. Said we did good and he was proud of me!” Now it was “my dad”, not “John” or “your bro.”
When I got there, my brother came out and I lowered the window on the passenger side.
“Hi, Mikey!”
“Hi, what’s up”
“You guys did good; I’m proud of him.”
“He showed you the videos?”
“Not to me; to Anna. She showed me. Had a talk with me. She was right; she’s always right!”
“Maybe we weren’t ready.”
“Shit, Mikey, should I be scared?”
“Alex, shut up and drink” and I held up my glass “salute!” Alex replied “Cin CIn”
I kicked off my shoes, and stood next to the sofa, and started to take off my T-shirt, and Alex did the same but stopped, and came over to me, placed his palms on my body and lifted the shirt with the top of his hands, then pulled it off my head and ran his palms across my chest hair and held my nipples between his fingers, ran his palms against my nipples, got them hard.
I remembered the first time my tongue and lips were on Alex’s nipples. A rush. I put my hand on his head, and lightly pushed it toward my chest, “bite ‘em, suck ‘em..” I felt his tongue run along my chest hair and rest on my nipple, felt him circle it with the tip, tease it, his lips enveloped it, then he softly blew his breath across it. I felt the hair neck and back stand on edge,on my arms stand on edge, Fuck! Where did he learn that? Gabby? Angie? I looked down at his head, and he seemed starved, insatiable. I got hard, Alex felt it I'm sure, because I felt his thigh move against my cock.
He ran his hands up the sides of my body, skimming the hair of my armpits with my fingers, while he ran his lips down my chest, his tongue moved slowly to my navel; he kissed it, licked it.
His fingers were at my waist and his hands moved across the front of my shorts and rested on the bulge. He looked up at me, and I stopped him–I didn’t want things to move that fast, so I started to lift him up. He stood and faced me.
“Hey, just slow down a bit, I told him, and winked.
“Sorry, Mikey, my bad, he said sheepishly,”
“No, you’re fine, trust me. It’s me. I just don’t want it over so quick; unless you do.”
“Nope!:” he said, “ I got to you, huh, Mikey!” a big smile on his face.
Fuck, yeah, kid. Where’d you learn that nipple stuff, Sandrino? Pour us a couple of ‘3 & 3’.”
“What’s that? Never heard of it.”
“3 ounces bourbon, 3 ounces 7-Up” He looked at me and asked…”You sure we can–” I interrupted him. “Yeah, we’ll get hard. We’re not 50!” He kept looking “Ok Sandrino, ‘2 & 4’ He poured and handed me my drink.
‘So, I said, seriously, where did you learn that nipple stuff–dude that was incredible.’
“I dunno, it just happened.”
“Nah, don’t be shy, those are your best moves on girls, no worries, I used my Maria moves on you! Nips are nips. They’re interchangeable”
“Not all parts,” he said, and raised his glass.
“Thank God!, i’ll drink to that.”and met his salute.
I didn’ t want the vibe to fade so I gulped down the highball and stood up. Alex watched me.
“Damn, dude now you’re in a hurry?”
Just drink up. C’mon”
“Why?”
I went closer, reached for the sides of his T-shirt and started pulling it-== “I think you need some Maria moves.”
He took a long swig of the highball, swished it and finished it. Then he lifted his T-shirt to his mouth and wiped his lips, revealing that line of soft fur from his navel and beyond and looked at me. I moved closer to remove his t-shirt and as before, he crossed his arms and seductively lifted it, and raised it off his body, and let it drop to the floor. Alex stood looking at me.
I had traveled his body with my hands before. He was solid, with a soft roundness of youth and the strength of manhood. The right amount of hair on his chest, and the soft mounds of his nipples–all of that I had seen but it still hit me hard. “Damn you look good,” This time I said it out loud. Alex smiled. “You’re welcome, Mikey; I got to you, huh?” and nodded toward the bulge in myi shorts. He wasn’t wrong.
I ran my hands along his shoulders, let my palms move along his chest,let them glide across his nipples–not flat and hard, but soft, puffy and still my Kryptonite. My fingers twirled them, got them hard, then I licked them, softly nibbled lightly sucked them. I bent over, lick aed hid torso, teased his navel and ran my tongue down the trail to hair that got darker, and thicker, as it disappeared beneath the waistband of his gym shorts. I kneeled and sat back on my legs and nuzzled his crotch and there was a very evident outline of what was waiting.. I looked up at Alex. He shrugged, “what can I say? :”he asked and unclasped the shorts and let them drop around his feet.
I tapped on his foot. “Step out,” I told him. He did, and I grabbed and tossed them next to the sofa-bed. I was still sitting on the back of my legs, and I ran my hands along the skin of his calves, watched the hair on his legs move and disappear under my fingers, as I moved farther up his thighs. I looked up, stopped, lowered my head, and laughed. “Sandrino” was wearing thin, loose, plaid, cheap Mainstays boxer shorts from Walmart! And they felt brand new!
“Seriously, kid, that’s how you prepared? You have a sperm count problem already?”
Alex laughed, “Shut up! They’re comfortable.” I was smiling. He looked down at his crotch and added, “Easy access.”
I slipped my hands onto his thighs and moved them up into the loose leg openings of his boxers and moved them along the smooth skin, then reached around and grabbed his ass, hard, and kneaded the nicely round cheeks and made sure that i skimmed the back of his testicles as I went down the back of his legs. Alex ran his fingers through my hair. I looked up; his head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. I came around and grazed the base of his cock with my fingers, and the tip of his semi-circumcised cock took advantage of the “easy access” of the loose open crotch of the boxers and made its appearance slowly.
Alex looked down at his crotch and said, “told ya!”
“No kidding,” I said. I had seen uncircumcised cocks before in high school locker rooms and at my gym; they looked weird, like anteaters, but the way Alex was semi-cut was completely different. It too had become my Kryptonite, but it was still early. I wanted things to go slower.
He bent over and steadied himself on my shoulder and pulled off one sock, then the other. I held his bare ankle to keep him balanced. I’d never really looked at his feet before, but as he stood there, I remembered how Maria had talked about “sexy men’s feet,” and now realized what she meant. He had these high arches and athletic, well-defined bones that moved under the skin when he shifted his weight. It wasn’t a “foot thing,” but the only word that came to mind was “elegant” as I appreciated how Alex was put together.
“Doing an alignment check?” he asked. I saw him remove his crucifix. My nephew, my godson, was taking control—“Sandrino” was in the house.
“Good one!” I answered. I stood up and noticed that the pause had relaxed his erection. Alex reached for his highball glass and drained what was left of the drink. He put the glass down, removed his boxers, and came closer to me. He stood in front of me, naked, and began to unclasp my shorts. He reached down and unzipped my crotch, then moved in front of me and lowered them down my legs, and squatted down to take them off my feet. I could clearly see his cock between his legs and I got a little hard.
“What the hell are these?!” he said, running his hand along my crotch.
“Tommy John’s—Maria gets them for me.”
“Yeah but these are different; how much?
“They’re Second Skins; $39 each. Feel them!” He ran his hand along the fabric slowly, resting on the bulge that began to stir.
“Fuck; $39 each? They feel soft, thin. Dude, she definitely has plans when she buys these—they’re almost see-through. Fuck, tell her, ‘Alex says, “Thank you!”’”
I turned my back to him and lowered the briefs, spread my stance a bit, and bent down from the waist to pick them up and toss them with my clothes. I felt Alex’s hand skim my testicles, cupping them. I straightened and felt a hard bite on my butt cheek!
“Hey! Careful! No marks!” We both laughed. I felt his lips on my ass as he said he’d “kiss it to make it better.” I turned and faced him. I wasn't erect but definitely on the way. Alex focused on my cock—stared, actually. “Damn, Mikey, I should have practiced on a cucumber!”
So there we were, two guys, an uncle and nephew, butt-naked, looking at each other, making jokes. Was it nerves, foreplay, or underlying fear? It wasn’t romance. It was just a comfort level of “who the fuck cares.” Nevertheless, I sensed that like me, Alex was unsure who would take it to the next level. Alex went to the cabinet with the bourbon, opened it, and looked inside.
“No more bourbon, Mike?” he asked, his back to me.
“Do we need it?”
“I dunno,” he said, turning toward me and laughing, “guess not.” I was on the sofa bed, my back on the backframe, my arms behind my head, and my legs were crossed at the ankles. My cock was resting on my thighs. He looked at me and shook his head. “Nah, I don’t think we need it,” he said, then climbed on the sofa-bed and straddled my thighs, with his cock above mine. He was confident and in charge and ran both his hands down my torso, along my ribs, slowly.
He lowered his body onto mine as he slid up and licked my neck, nuzzled it, the heat on his body on mine as he ran his tongue along my underarms and down my side. His body moving slowly down mine and along my cock. He reached up, cupped my chest, fondled my nipples, and licked them. He moved down farther, spread my thighs, and rubbed the tops of my thighs and spread them farther. “Samdrino” definitely had perfected these moves, but definitely on his harem of girls.
He ran his fingers through my pubes and skimmed my cock, then balanced on his elbows and stroked his chin.
“What the hell?” I asked. “What are you looking at?” He gave me a sarcastic look that translated to “Duh,” then said, “Wait! I’m thinking. Sausage or meatballs? Combo plate?” Where did he come up with this shit? I didn’t want to get off yet, and I was going to get close, so I turned on my stomach, buried my face in my arms, and muttered, “Rump roast?” He wasn't the only one with good one-liners.
I felt him slowly move up to nuzzle and lick my back… feeling another guy's body on mine was different: solid, strong, and muscled. He moved his arms down my back and started using his elbows on the muscles. I felt his cock on the back of my legs, then his hands on my ass cheeks. His tongue moved down one cheek, and fingers on the other. "You should shave your ass, Mikey," he whispered, then, “that’s not Irish Spring, is it?”
“I’m not shaving my ass; and it’s sandalwood. Like it? It’s edible—lickable too, I guess.”
I didn’t get an answer, but I felt it. Alex’s hands separated my ass cheeks and I felt his wet, firm tongue move around, tease, and dart in and out, then go in deep. It was raw and direct, and my hands clenched the mattress. “Fucking awesome,” I said. I felt his breath on the underside of my cock as his lips and tongue ran a path down the shaft and the testicles.
I felt him move and position his cock on my cheeks, then on the crack of my ass, and then between my cheeks. The head teased my butt and reflexively my butt rose up and slid down my butt crack as my crack ground against the mattress. I heard a slight gasp from Alex and felt a wetness between my cheeks. Instinctively, I turned on my back only to see him sitting back on his heels. No words needed to be spoken. We both reached a line we would not, and could not, cross.
I reached down and stroked my cock a bit. Alex stopped me and lowered his face closer to my cock, then rearranged himself so that his legs were by my arms, giving me a great view of his ass and the ability to stroke him a bit while he blew me. He knew exactly what he was doing.
I got hard pretty quickly. No problem there. Alex, my nephew, took me in his mouth, and the taboo rush that followed was electric as he rhythmically moved his head up and down the shaft. He took me out, stroked a bit, then circled the head with his tongue, and that felt incredible. Warm, wet, his tongue felt slick, and he ran it up and down as if it were a popsicle. I stroked his ass and ran my finger along the crack of his butt then bent over to run my tongue between the cheeks, and licked the back of his cock. Alex sucked faster and tried to take me deeper but gagged a bit. I laughed and he said, “Sorry, I thought I could,”
“No big deal, I did too, remember the first time? And you’re small–” and I caught myself.
“Say it, Mikey, say it! I’m smaller... say it!” I told him to shut up and lightly pushed his head down. “You’re doing great.” I wasn’t kidding.
He sucked the head and twisted the shaft, and I was very close, so I reached down and squeezed the head hard between my fingers, and the urge subsided. I turned on my side and scooted down a bit on the sofa- bed, and was able to take Alex in my mouth as he had me in his. He blew me faster as i vigorously throated his and prodded his butt with my fingers. He rhythmically mimicked my actions and my pace; I licked his testicles while I rubbed his cock on my cheek, and Alex took my testicles in his mouth. I flinched as he sucked a little hard, but i didn’t make a sound as I got closer to exploding.
I had him in my mouth while I massaged his testicles with one hand, and with the other applied pressure to the area between his butt and testicles and skimmed his cock with my teeth, feeling myself ready to sex-plode. As Alex vigorously blew me, he tensed and grunted, and i felt his cum hit the back of my throat with a hard spurt, then another one filled my mouth, salty, thick, and warm. Before I had a chance to pull him out, the shudder of my release overwhelmed me and I knew my nephew's mouth was filled with my semen as well. I laid my head on his pubes and reached and continued stroking him, and his third wave hit me on the face and neck, and I too felt another explosion coming, and fell back exhausted and drained. I was completely damp with sweat. I glanced at the thermostat on the wall and it read 68; talk about bodies in the heat of the moment!
I got up on my knees and looked at Alex, he was on his back, eyes closed with my semen on his chest. His hand was between his legs cradling his flaccid cock. I tapped his leg, “Alex, hey, let’s hit the shower, there are towels in those drawers. He nodded, and I got off the sofa-bed and headed for the bathroom.
Alex came in and turned on the water in the shower. I was at the sink rinsing out my mouth with water then grabbed a bottle of mouth wash and rinsed out as well. I got in the shower and felt the hot water on me, and as I started to lather up, I saw Alex perform the same ritual at the sink. Yep, he didn’t get a chance to pull me out either, and probably swallowed, like I did.
We showered in silence, dried off in silence, and went into the office. We went to our corners and dressed in silence. Alex was the first to speak “zero to 100”--and I interrupted him, saying “in 5 seconds..”
Alex started laughing…”Fucking A, Mikey….what the fuck? I didn’t have a chance to even take a breath!! I had to swallow to be able to breathe!”
I was laughing so hard I almost snorted, “ Kid, I was getting ready to cum but then your body went stiff and you shot me in the back of the throat–and wouldn’t stop; all I could do was gulp it down!” I was still laughing, “ you do that to Angela, probably”
“Yeah! But she wants me to. But, hey, does…” “
Yeah, your Aunt Maria swallows..” We gave each other high-fives. “C’mon get your shoes on, let's go get some beers and eat, and let’ s not forget the dildos”. Alex finished the comment “for our women.”
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We left the garage. Alex was taking his Ford Falcon home, so we left in separate cars. I told him to follow me because we weren’t going to Eddie’s, and I didn't tell him where. We drove about 2 miles; I found a parking spot and he found one up ahead. I got out, and he came running.“No shit, Mikey! You remembered–this is awesome!”
"I thought you’d like it—let’s go." I took Alex to the same bar/strip club where I’d taken him the day after his 18th birthday and paid for his first lap dance (and one for me, too). Just like that previous Sunday, he didn’t need to be 21—the girls were totally nude and no alcohol was sold. Instead, Cokes were $12. We sat at a table 20 feet from the stage, ordered burgers, fries, and nonalcoholic beer… and watched.
“You know what was cool, Mikey?” he asked.
“Not until you tell me, but first take this," I reached into my pocket and gave him his crucifix. "Put it on so you don't lose it. So, tell me what was 'cool'?"
He put his crucifix around his neck and under his T-shirt and hesitated a bit. “Well, maybe not ‘cool’ but, maybe important for who we are.” I told him I wasn’t getting it, and he went on. “Do you remember when I was rubbing my cock between your butt cheeks and—” I stopped him because the beers and food were coming, said “vividly,” and told him to go on. “OK, well, we both, at the same time, kind of stopped—I mean we both, on our own, did something that said ‘that’s not us’… but we continued to have fun—so that is us, ‘guys.’”
I raised my beer, "Well kid, 'cin cin,' let's drink to us..." we clinked our beers, and drank.
Before we left, I asked him if he had picked a girl for a lap dance. He said he saw two and would have to flip a coin. I called the waitress, gave her $80, and told her to keep the rest, and we got up to leave. We headed for the area where you prepay for the VIP room, and I handed Alex $300 in 50’s. “Knock yourself out, ‘Sandrino.’” I gave him a hug and turned to leave.
“Mikey, you’re leaving?”
“You don’t need your Uncle Mike to hold your hand. And I have my life to go home to. Have fun.” I started to walk to the exit.
“Mikey!” I turned to look at him. “Treat my aunt real good, dude,” he said.
“Definitely,” I said. I went out; it was warm and sunny. I looked at my watch, and it was 4:40 p.m. I was getting into the car and noticed the dark blue bag with the dildo in it. Dude, you can’t take that thing home—it’s a homewrecker. I looked around for a garbage can, found one, and dropped it in,,and drove home “to my life.”
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