ANON Hookup Turns Out To Be My Uncle.
I’m five foot six inches, with messy ginger hair and bright blue eyes, with a light stubble along my jawline. I’m slim but have played rugby long enough that my shoulders and thighs are solid. Right now, I’m house sitting for my best friend’s parents – a big, empty place on a quiet street, and no one is due back for days.
It’s hot outside, and I’ve been horny all afternoon. That kind of restless horn that makes it hard to sit still. Eventually, I give in, downloading Grindr, and within twenty minutes I’ve pinged off a few messages that turn into an address exchange. He’s on his way. I leave the side door unlocked and then head upstairs to wait.
The wooden headboard is cool against my forehead as I spread myself over the bed, knees wide on the soft white sheets. Arching my back without really thinking, the curve of my ass lifts, leaving nothing to the imagination. Pale skin, light freckles scattered across the cheeks and a soft pink hole ready and twitching in the open air. My balls hang heavy between my thighs. I wonder how many times my best friends’ parents have fucked in this position.
I stay like this, breathing slow, waiting.
Slow footsteps approach across the carpet, and then the mattress dips behind me. A warm hand slides up the back of one thigh, and then the other, spreading me wider. Fingers trace the crease between my cheeks, gliding momentarily before the thick pad of a thumb presses against my hole. It circles once, twice – slow and deliberate – before pressing just enough to make me give.
“Look at you,” a deep voice murmurs. “Already opening for me.”
I push back without a word and the thumb sinks in, right down to the first knuckle, then father, stretching me out while another hand reaches underneath to cup my balls, rolling them gently. The dual sensation makes my cock jump against the sheets. I’m already leaking.
The thumb pulls free, and I hear the familiar tear of a condom wrapper, the soft roll of latex against skin. Then, I feel the blunt force of a thick helmet pressing against me – slick with lube – and sinks in slow. The stretch is perfect, filling, the kind that makes my toes curl into the duvet. Inch by inch it sinks deeper until hips meet ass and I can feel every pulse of the thick shaft buried inside me.
Strong hands grip my hips hard, and the first full thrust is deep and slow, dragging almost all of the way out before slamming back in. The bed creaks, and my face drops into the pillows, mouth open and soft moans spilling out with every movement.
The stranger leans forward, and his voice is low as he almost growls into my ear.
“Can I take this off… go… raw?”
Something about the voice pulls at me, but in the head of the moment I struggle to think.
“No,” I manage, breathless. “Keep it on.”
He doesn’t stop thrusting, just continues to work on my hole with that thick cock of his while I try to hold the line. Another few stokes and my resolve cracks. I reach back between my legs, fingers grazing the thick rim of the condom, and then slowly roll it back along his veiny shaft until it slips free. The sudden bare head of his skin against mine as he slides back inside has me groaning into the pillow.
He fucks harder after that - raw, deep and relentless – until he ploughs himself to the hilt and floods me. Hot pulses fill me completely, and he stays inside me for as long as he can, before pulling out. A thick trail of cum follows, leaking from my gaping hole and down my balls.
I stay still and listen as he dresses quickly, and then the door clicks shut.
I remain on all fours a little longer, still leaking, before finally rolling over and catching my breath. Eventually, I sit up, and that’s when I notice something metallic glinting near the edge of the bed. I reach for it and recognise the small band immediately.
My uncles bracelet.