Blue-Balled Nephew

Who were we to refuse indeed?  My nephew had just told us he’d had the three best unloadings in his life courtesy of our mouths; and he’d said he could go for another.  Being my husband’s age nearly twenty years my junior helped.  Also being his first guy-on-guy and his girlfriend had blue-balled him for days before helped also.

Eric was laying there grinning with his spent dick still (again?) three-quarters hard; and he was grinning.  Neither Kent my husband nor I had cum yet this round and we were both throbbing hard.  After the first round of getting Eric off twice we’d retired to our bedroom for some relief; this time …

To my utter shock Eric suddenly reached with each of his hands and grabbed both my and Kent’s hard-ons.  “Dudes!  I’m just taking taking taking here and look at you two.”

To my even greater shock his grab turned into rubbing along the length of me; I saw he was doing the same to Kent.  Kent and I shared a glance; and Kent had a smirk on his face.

“Much more of that and you might have someone else’s wad all over you not just whatever mess we’ve made of yours,” Kent  said with an even more leering smirk.

“Just on me right?  I don’t have to have it in my mouth right?”

“You don’t HAVE to do anything, Eric,” I reassured him.  “The thing you have to know about guy-on-guy sex is … “

“Al!”  Kent cut me off.  “Eric can do whatever he wants or doesn’t want to.  He knows that.  Nobody forced him to take two fists full of cock.”

Eric laughed.  “I’m right here guys.”

I looked down to where he was now very very carefully rubbing my balls and confirmed then that he was doing the same to Kent’s hairy bag.  Both of our dicks were drooling enough pre-cum to have his arm hair puddling with the stuff.  “Uh yeah,” I joked.  “I could tell it wasn’t Kent handling my sac.  He knows a man’s balls can take and enjoy a lot tougher than that!”

I regretted the implied criticism the moment it came out of my mouth; but seriously even the most eloquent man has to get stupid when he’s hard and dripping and another hot naked guy is fondling him.  Am I right?”

Fortunately it didn’t phase my nephew.  “Show me!” he said and released both of us and brought his knees out between us to give us better access to his junk.

Ah and we’re back to our regularly-scheduled program; him.

“Get you hands back on our nuts!” Kent ordered sharply causing Eric to jump and also to reach out and take a hasty and firm enough hold on my balls that I then jumped.  Kent didn’t.  “Good.  Now forget whatever you’ve been taught or fears you have about your balls getting hurt.  Instead treat our balls like you would your dick; firm grip but not intending to cause more than enough pain to remind that these are the family jewels.”

Eric was looking up at me then as if to seek permission.  “You can even go rougher than that on me,” I told him and got a surprised look.  “I can take it.”

Eric began rubbing and massaging and squeezing my big balls more than just a soft rub.

“Mmmmm now we’re getting somewhere.”

Kent reached down and took Eric’s sac in hand which caused Eric to look surprised.  “Feels good doesn’t it?” he asked.  Eric’s exploration of my balls had stopped; he was holding them firm and tight but no longer moving his hand.  “Go on,” my husband prompted him.  “Don’t stop.  Do what you were doing and I’ll mirror it on you so you see what you’ve been missing.”

Eric looked at me briefly and then went back to his rolling, gentle squeezing, and rubbing.  “Mmmmm,” I reassured him again.

“Oh man that does feel good once I stop being weirded-out about the possibility that it’s going to hurt,” he told Kent.  “Ohhhh!” he gasped and then I felt my own balls be grasped tighter and gently pulled.  “FUCK!  That’s a rush!”

I laughed and reached down and rubbed some pre off his far drooling head and then rubbed it on his nipple closest to me.  He moaned and increased his handiwork on my balls and I moaned in return.  I did the same with his other nipple and awkwardly balanced on my knees to maintain access for him to continue his work on my balls but work both his nipples.

Eric was moaning continuously and writhing on the bed between us.  His ball work was moderate in pressure but decent in effect; I was horny as fuck!  I took a chance and turned my head and leaned the best I could with my mouth upturned toward Kent.  He didn’t hesitate and kissed me sloppily and loudly.  I began pinching Eric’s nipples between my slicked fingers which increased his body’s writhing around, the volume of his moans, and his intensity of his grip on my sac.  That caused me to moan louder; and Kent was moaning too which suggested he was getting the same treatment.

All of a sudden Eric cried, “OH FUCK that’s intense.  I broke away from Kent enough to see that Eric was eyes-wide and looking up at us; I realized he must have had his eyes closed but then was reacting to us kissing.  “Don’t stop!  That’s hot!” he cried and surprised me.

We went back to it and got a “Fuck yeah!” from him.  Then a louder, “Oh yeah!” after Kent moved enough to make me wonder and I broke away from the face-sucking  again long enough to see he was two-handing our nephew.

Eric’s fat hard-on was slick and Kent was long-stroking him with his own pre as the lube.  He was thrusting into Kent’s hand and still moaning and writhing with that and Kent’s other hand working his ball bag.

The work in my own balls had gone clumsy; or maybe just more preoccupied and less technique.  Maybe just inexperience.  The effect though was that it stopped my nearing to blasting that had been building before from the kids, the ball-work, and his sexy moaning and hard nipples.

I think Kent may have been experiencing the same.  “You want to get off this way?” he asked Eric.

“Oh god I’m so close dude!”

“Think you could get off by just me working your nuts?”

“Dude PLEASE don’t stop jacking me!” Eric pleaded.  “Uncle Al’s got my nips and I’m so FUCKing close!”

“Right so you see our predicament then,” Kent told him.  I could see he’d slowed his stroking and Eric’s groin was thrusting needing more.

Eric looked up at him and then again at me.  I had reservations about pushing him but Kent wasn’t stopping.

Kent didn’t let go of Eric’s balls but he did let go of his dick.  He reached down and moved Eric’s hand from my balls to my raging boner.  Eric looked a bit wide-eyed at first and then closed his grip and let his thumb rub in my oozing pre.  Without prompting he took Kent in hand and Kent smiled.

“I can do this!” Eric declared.  Then he grinned like I remembered from when he was a young boy and suddenly realized he had missed something he now understood.  “Least I can do right?  Or a start!”  And then he threw his head back when Kent’s skilled hand was stroking him again.  “Ohhhhhh fuckin’ A!”

Eric’s hand work on my dick was far better than his work on my balls had been.  I was panting and struggling to keep my focus on his nipples and not shoot too soon.  Eric’s cries were constant and his stroking was faster and his grip tighter as his pleasure intensified.

Surprisingly Kent was the first.  “Awwww YES!  Awwwwwwwwwww!” he cried and the stopped like he does, his body rigidly tensed and then a huge rope of cum blasted out and arced up.  It plopped against the headboard and seemed then to fall along the arc from Eric’s hair-line, down across his left eye and cheek, his neck and hairy pecs.  After that it was a blur of heavy shots following and his arms in motion again stroking Eric.

“Oh Jesus YES!  I’m gonna … I’m right there … HOLY FUCKIN’ … “ Eric cried and then his own spunk was flying and splatting in his dark body hair and some on his chin.

Eric’s balls unloading had two effects on me; first it was hot as hell and second his grip on my dick as I pumped into his fist went really strong and tight.  Of course I was shooting myself then.

My own shots were nothing like my husband’s and nephew’s.  I’d already gone a couple of times already with my husband so it was a wonder being a couple decades older that I could go again at all.  But I did and while the shots didn’t compare I contributed more than enough to be proud of.

Eric was literally drenched with jizz; we’d unloaded on him and Kent had jacked an amazing load out of him ad well.  We flopped back onto the sheets next to him; all three of us were panting.

Eric found his voice first.  “DUDE!” he suddenly started and startled both of us.  “Uncle Kent when you YANKED my tanks right when I was starting to go off?  MAN!  That was so fucking intense!  I’ve never ever cum like that.  And I never ever thought pain in my sac would be that amazingly … well just fuckin’ awesome!”

I knew that love well; Kent was a master of that very far edge of acceptable pain before it became unbearable.  The kind that brings your whole body to attention so that the pleasure explodes inside you like a nuclear warhead.

“And I’m not gonna lie,” he was going on.  “When you two were kissing?  Damn dudes!   You’re fuckin’ hot together.”

“What about jacking us off?  Was that the first time you jacked a guy to completion or jacked him off at all?”

“Well since I was like thirteen and we used to jerk-off together to see who’d cum the fastest.”  He laughed.  “I always tell my girls they need to help me re-learn to last longer not shoot the fastest.  Girls like training their guys … or thinking they are.”  He laughed again.

“But I’d even forgotten that Joey Rivera and I had jerked each other back then.  It flashed back into my head when Uncle Kent put my hand on your bone uncle Al.  Like NO comparison!  Joey was bigger than me but we were both boys; we barely had pubes!  And man dudes you’re both BIG!  I can’t imagine how you … “  He stopped and took a breath.  “Well how you you know … “

“Fuck is the word you’re searching for?” Kent asked almost challengingly.   Then, “Man Sierra really has been blue-balling you if you’ve forgotten the word for it!”

We all laughed and I corrected him.  “Sahara.”

“Oh right the desert not the mountain range.  Difficult to make the connection with those mountains on her chest,” he excused.

We all laughed again.  Then Eric picked-up again.  “I mean I really don’t know how you’d do that.  I tried anal with Sahara once and she was a fuckin’ NO GO on that with an if you ever try that again chaser!  It was like trying to shove a cucumber in a keyhole.  And you guys are bigger than me.  But I know guys do it; it’s just ot got pretty real for me when I had your … well when I actually felt how big you are.”

“Are you curious Eric?”

Crap!  I was really getting less and less comfortable as this conversation went on.  Blowing my nephew, fingering him, getting him to play with us and get us off, blasting our loads all over him?  And now talking about fucking and asking him if he’s curious?  Jesus!  He’s my fuckin’ nephew!

“If I say yes then am I gay?  Or bi?” Eric answered quickly.

“If you learn Chinese are you Asian?” Kent shot back.

“Well that’s different,” Eric countered.  “Look dudes I’m not gonna lie.  After you two sucked me and ate me out this morning I was out there in the ocean wondering about myself.  And now I’ve played with your balls and jerked you off and have your ball juice all the fuck over me.  What does that make me?”

Kent is almost militant on this topic: I was ready for it to end.

“Hungry?” I asked?  I also leaned up and shot Kent a glance which he recognized.

“Dudes!  I was fuckin’ starving before we came upstairs.

We all got up.  I can’t say the sight of my sexy nephew covered in cum didn’t have my balls making suggestions.

Kent smacked his hairy bubble butt bro-style.  “Eric I’m gonna say one last thing about what we were talking about right now.”

I shot Kent another warning Look but he just smiled.

“I’m pretty experienced at this and I can tell you.  You’re not gay.  I mean look at us; you’ve got two studs for uncles, hung like gods, who’ve given you every opportunity.  If you were gay you’d have been all over our cocks!”

That got a laugh from all of us.  If they noticed mine was a laugh of relief they didn’t let on.

Kent turned on both showerheads in our big shower and turned back with a devilish look toward me.  To Eric he said as he felt the water temp and stepped in:  “But there’s still time!”

I’m pretty sure this is the end of the story.  My nephew’s girlfriend returned before dinner that second day we were in Hawaii.  Despite his expectation that her biology would have her out of commission for the remainder of their time with us here he hasn’t needed or hasn’t mentioned needing help from his uncles.  We all go home tomorrow.