Wade

I was at home, taking a well-deserved Monday off, lounging on my sofa in just my underwear when my phone buzzed. I glanced over at the kitchen bar where I had left it, wondering if I really wanted to pause the film I had been watching in order to go answer it. I decided to ignore it and went back to the movie. Two minutes later, it buzzed again. Exasperated, I got up from the chaise lounge thinking somebody better be dying. I looked at the phone screen and just stared at it with equal parts anger and disbelief. It was my nephew Wade, saying he was in trouble, needed help and could he please come over and talk with me. Great, I thought to myself, what sort of mess has that irresponsible shit gotten himself into this time. Every few months or so, he would call or text me begging for money. A traffic ticket he couldn’t afford. Or he couldn’t pay his rent because he couldn’t manage his money properly or was unemployed again. I shook my head in disgust. The boy was twenty-three years old and just like his father. Brody was older than me by three years and he and I had grown up with the same disadvantages. We were the only children of working-class parents from a rundown neighborhood in the southern part of the city. Despite being poor, mom and dad had pushed us hard to do well in school so that we could have a better life than they had. I took that advice to heart, made honor roll every year in high school, went to college on a full scholarship, founded my own business and at the age of forty-two was wealthy and successful, with a luxurious two-million-dollar home, a membership at the most prestigious country club in town and a Mercedes S-class parked in my driveway. I was diligent about my health, didn’t smoke or drink, worked out constantly and my face was as handsome and smooth as a man half my age. I kept my blonde hair cut short and neat, my face clean shaven and my bright blue eyes had a lively sensuality about them. Brody, on the other hand, was a lazy, worthless piece of trash who drank, smoked (both tobacco and weed) and was overweight and haggard looking from eating mostly junk food. He still lived in the same trailer park where we had grown up, living on fraudulently obtained disability payments and the support of whatever desperately lonely woman he could find. He was, however, blessed with a big cock like me, and he had a certain persuasive charm, so he was pretty skillful at getting bitches to help him pay his bills, cook his meals and keep his trailer clean.

I was optimistic for Wade when he was younger. He stayed out of trouble in his early years and did well in school all the way until his senior year in high school. He had even planned to go to college, even if it was just to a state university. I tried to help him along by acting as a mentor and father figure to him, since my brother had utterly failed in that role. But inevitably, he started to succumb to his father’s influence, graduating with a mediocre 2.20 GPA, forgoing college and finding employment in a series of dead-end jobs, with no real plans for any successful future. His personal life wasn’t any better; a succession of on-again, off-again girlfriends along with various one-night stands with sluts that he managed to pick up in the local dive bar. The one thing he had going for him was that he was extremely attractive. He had short, shaggy blonde hair, lovely green eyes, a cute, pale, smooth, boyishly handsome face and sultry, pink lips that just begged to be kissed. His body was all lean muscle; almost, but not quite on the skinny side. And I had seen him in a swimsuit on those rare occasions when I invited him and his dad over for a pool party, so I knew he had a tight, cute butt and no body hair. I had often fantasized about what it would be like to fuck him; hell, just looking at him got me sexually aroused but I never seriously tried anything because he was after all family. I was seriously pissed now that he needed my help again, however, so depending on what he actually needed, he might have to give me something in return. A blowjob in exchange for paying off another traffic ticket sounded like a fair exchange, even if he was my nephew. Yes, that might be sick and perverse, but that fucker already owed me and was about to ask me for yet another favor. The thought of sliding my cock between his luscious lips gave me an erotic thrill, but I controlled myself and sent him a text telling him that I was home and to come on over. I thought about putting some clothes on, but then decided against it. It would not be the first time he’d seen me in my underwear since he’d been over many times and he knew I liked to be comfortable when I was at home.

About thirty minutes later I heard his old, beat-up Camaro rattle up in the driveway. I answered the door before he had a chance to knock. He was wearing his usual outfit: ball cap, t-shirt, faded baggy jeans and sandals. I was amazed as always at how incredibly sexy he was despite looking like a scruffy, underachieving loser. “Hello Wade,” I said in a cool, flat tone. “Hey Uncle Max,” he said nervously, “thanks for letting me come see you.” “No problem,” I said, standing aside to let him enter, “have a seat.” He sat down on the sofa and I stood in front of him, looking down and waiting for him to speak. He smiled and said with a grin, gesturing at my torso, “Wow Uncle Max, you are looking pretty damned good. Been hitting the gym hard, huh?” I smiled back and said, “Yup. Six days a week, two hours per day,” while ignoring his blatant attempt at flattery, though I knew he had long admired the discipline it took for me to achieve my bulked up, well-defined, muscular body. He was openly staring at me, his eyes moving up and down, but I didn’t mind because I was proud of my physique and I was glad that in his own twisted way he looked up to me, even if he didn’t always follow my advice about how to keep his life together. And I knew there was nothing sexual about his gaze because unlike me, he was heterosexual. Both he and his father knew I was bisexual, though we never spoke of it, and I’m sure that was at the back of his mind as he attempted to be ingratiating in order to persuade me to help him. “Nice, real nice,” he said, nodding his approval. Impatiently, I said, “Why don’t you stop being a suck-up Wade and tell me what kind of trouble you’re in this time.”

He looked ashamed all of a sudden, face slightly red, wringing his hands and looking everywhere but at me. “I got a girl pregnant,” he said finally, eyes downcast. I chuckled ruefully and shook my head. “I figured you would sooner or later,” I said. He raised his eyes up to look at me and said, “It was an accident, okay?” “Accident my ass,” I said, “you didn’t use protection, did you?” He shook his head and said, “No.” “You stupid dumb fuck,” I said, my voice seething with anger, “never screw a bitch without a condom. Kids are expensive and not worth the trouble. Especially for a poor white trash fuck-up like you.” Anger flashed in his eyes then quickly dissipated. He needed me and he was at least smart enough to know not to disrespect the man from whom he was begging a favor, though I didn’t know how he thought I could help him. I gave him a brief hard stare then asked, “So which one of your trailer park slut girlfriends was it?” He swallowed hard and said, “It wasn’t any of them. It was a girl I met at a party.” “And I’m guessing you were drunk when you fucked her, right?” I asked. He didn’t answer, but the guilty look on his face was confirmation enough. “Who is she?” I demanded. “Melissa Harrison is her name,” he said. Why does she sound familiar to me? I wondered and after a few seconds I realized who he was talking about. “Jesus Christ,” I exclaimed, “you mean the seventeen-year-old daughter of David Harrison, that crazy right-wing Republican who’s on the City Council?” He nodded sheepishly, while I just shook my head in utter disbelief. As the owner of one of the largest businesses in the city, I knew most of the movers and shakers on the local political scene, including Harrison, who I thoroughly despised. He was a fire-breathing, Bible-thumping whack job and he would utterly destroy Wade’s life if he found out that my nephew had impregnated his underaged daughter. “Oh man,” I said, giving him a sad grin, “you are so screwed buddy.” “Yeah, I know,” he said, giving me a sad eyed look that did nothing but irritate me. I loved my nephew and always would, but sometimes he could really be a pathetic and annoying pain in the ass.

I took a deep breath, trying to rein in my exasperation and disgust. “So what do you need from me?” I asked. “I need money for an abortion,” he said, “before her father finds out.” “You know perfectly well that abortion is illegal in this state,” I said. “Yeah,” he said, “but the guy who hosted the party is one of my rich friends from high school and he knows a doctor that is willing to take care of it safely, quickly and secretly. Her father will never find out.” He paused and then said, “It’s just that it’s going to cost way more than I can afford.” “How much,” I asked. He hesitated, looking at me with fear in his eyes, then said, “Two thousand dollars.” “Two thousand dollars?” I shouted at him, “are you out of your fucking mind?” “Please Uncle Max,” he begged, “her father will have me sent to prison if he finds out. This is the last time I’ll ask you for money, I swear!” I snorted with disgust and said, “That is bullshit and you know it. You said the same thing when I paid off your traffic tickets and got your car out of impound back in March. And when I saved your ass from getting evicted in June.” “Please man,” he said with utter desperation in his voice, “I’ll do anything you want, just please help me out.” He looked like he was about to cry, but got himself under control and said, “Uncle Max please. I’m scared and I don’t want to go to prison. I’ll do anything you want. I mean it, anything.” I smiled at him, thinking about what he had just said. Anything I want. And what I wanted was his ass. That sweet, sexy young ass. I knew this was wrong, to take advantage of my nephew when he was weak and vulnerable, but he was asking a lot of me. And a blowjob was not worth two thousand. But the chance to fuck him? That was beyond price. That was a fantasy come true. “Anything I want, Wade?” I asked. He looked hopeful all of a sudden, then leaned forward on the sofa, looked me right in the eyes while giving me his most charming smile and said, “Absolutely Uncle Max. If you do this for me, I will be so grateful. Yeah man, anything you want.” “Cool,” I said, “because what I want is to fuck you.”

He looked stunned, like he wasn’t quite sure he had heard me right. His voice trembling, he asked, “You want to fuck me?” “Yeah,” I said, “I want to fuck you. I want you to suck my cock and get me hard, then I want to shove my cock up your ass and fuck you.” “Are you serious?” he asked. “Fuck yeah, I’m serious,” I said. “Uncle Max, please,” he said, “there must be something else I can do.” I laughed harshly and said, “What the fuck can you possibly do for me that’s worth that much money? You’re broke and you live in a shithole apartment with hardly any possessions and a beat-up old car. The only thing you have that I want is that sweet, sexy ass.” “But I’m not gay,” he protested. “Doesn’t matter,” I said, “if you want that money, then you need to earn it by giving me your ass.” “But you’re my uncle,” he cried, “that’s sick man!” Anger overwhelmed me suddenly and I thought to myself enough of this shit. I reached down and grabbed his shirt with both hands, causing it to tear as I pulled him to his feet so that my face was inches from his. “You miserable little punk,” I growled, “you think I’m fucking around here? This isn’t family now, this is business. You want two thousand dollars from me, then you’re going to let me fuck that sweet ass of yours as hard and rough as I want. That’s the deal and trust me, it’s a better option than going to prison for statutory rape. You have five seconds to decide. Starting now. One.” His face was stricken with despair as he realized I was dead serious. “Uncle Max, please no,” he said. “Two,” I said, glaring at him. “I’ll do anything else you want,” he pleaded, “but not that, I can’t,” “Three,” I said. “I’ll suck your dick and I’ll swallow, but please, I can’t take it up the ass,” he begged. “Four,” I said. “Oh God,” he moaned, on the verge of tears now, “I can’t, I just can’t….” “Five,” I said. “Alright!” he shouted. Tears were rolling down his face now and he wiped them away with his head bowed. “Alright,” he said in a tone that signaled total defeat, “I’ll do it. I’ll let you fuck me. All you want.” “Good boy,” I said, as I released him and stood back. He looked so pitiful with his shirt ripped and his face wet that I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. His voice trembling, he asked, “Will it hurt really bad?” I laughed and pulled down my underwear, just enough to reveal my massively thick, eight-and-a-half-inch cock. “What do you think boy?” I asked him. He gasped at the sight of it, looked at me with a wide-eyed stare and said, “Jesus Christ, Uncle Max, I didn’t know it was so big.” He looked at me with terror in his eyes now and I smiled. “Yeah boy, I’m hung like a horse and you’re going to take every inch of this dick down your throat and up your ass,” I said, “so take off your fucking clothes before I rip them off you.” He just stood there, eyes still wet with tears, staring at my cock, then at me, his body trembling and his face terror stricken. “Now, boy!” I barked at him and drew my hand back as if I was going to smack him across the face. He flinched and cowered, then said, “Yes sir,” and started to get undressed.

He kicked off his sandals, stripped off his shirt, then shucked off his blue jeans. He stood there in his ratty looking Hanes briefs, trembling and looking at me with a dumb expression, like he was unsure of what to do next. “The underwear also,” I said. He pushed his drawers down to his ankles, then stepped out of them and kicked them aside. His covered his dick and balls with his hands, which was fine by me. I didn’t give a damn about that part of his anatomy. “Turn around,” I said. He obeyed and I was finally able to see, naked and exposed, that part of him that I had lusted after for years. His ass was small, but firm, hairless and nicely rounded. I couldn’t wait to see what his hole looked like. I got close to him, so that our bodies were almost touching and reached out with both hands and started to grip and stroke his beautiful, sexy butt. “Damn Wade,” I said, “your ass is hot as fuck boy.” My cock started to harden as I groped his smooth, young, creamy white backside. I pulled off my boxer briefs and started to run my cock along the crack of his ass, while moving my hands around his torso to his chest so I could gently rub and pinch his nipples. He was moaning and quivering; whether from fear or arousal I didn’t know and didn’t care. I ran my hands further down his torso, caressing his washboard abs before fondling his cock and balls. He had a nice sized dick also; big cocks run in our family. I felt his tool start to get hard as I stroked it and I whispered in his ear, “Looks like you’re enjoying this so far, aren’t you Wade?” I could feel him tense up as he said, “I can’t help it man, but yeah, it feels good.” I whispered in his ear again, “Time for you to make me feel good. Turn around and get on your knees.”

He reluctantly obeyed and I moved close to him so that my cock was right in his face. Staring at it with both fear and fascination, he asked in a shaky voice, “How big is it?” “Eight and a half inches,” I said, “and yes, I’ve measured it.” “Oh God, Uncle Max, it’s fucking huge.” He gave me a pleading look, but I just smiled and said, “Suck it Wade.” Still he hesitated, so I grabbed my tool and started rubbing the head against his lips, smearing them with precum. The look of terror on his face was getting me aroused and I said, “Come on Wade, open up that pretty mouth and suck your uncle’s cock.” He tentatively opened his mouth and I gently pushed my cock head inside. I didn’t want to choke him, not at first anyway. “Work it with your tongue,” I said, “I’m sure you’ve seen enough porn films to know what to do,” and suddenly his tongue began lapping up the leaking precum then slid over the bottom surface of my rigid shaft as he slowly took more of it into his mouth. The sight of my cock in his mouth was driving me insane with lust and as he gazed up at me with those pretty green eyes, I pushed my tool deeper into him. He was breathing heavily now, obviously scared, but doing his best to take it. I reached down, caressed his face and said, “Easy Wade, slow your breathing and relax your jaw.” He seemed to calm down somewhat, so I eased more of my cock into his mouth until I felt it hit his throat. He almost gagged, but controlled himself and started sucking, slowly but steadily working my manhood with his lips and tongue. I was in ecstasy, my cock throbbing like crazy, but I decided to resist the temptation to skull fuck him and just let him do the work. He sucked as much of my shaft as he could, his hot, wet mouth slobbering over every inch. “God damn, Wade, that feels fucking awesome buddy,” I said, “you suck cock like a pro. I’m proud of you boy.” He stopped sucking so he could catch his breath, looked at me with a shy smile and a small measure of pride, then said, “Thanks Uncle Max,” before swallowing my cock again. His sucking was taking me to the edge with pleasure but what I really wanted was his ass.

I pulled out of his mouth causing spit to run down his chin and said, “That’s enough of that. I want to fuck you now. Head for my bedroom.” He stood up, wiping his face with his hand and I motioned for him to go ahead of me so I could see his naked ass as he walked to the master bedroom.  As we entered, I pointed to my king-size bed and said, “On the bed Wade, hands and knees, ass in the air.” While he was getting into position, I pulled open the nightstand drawer and found my bottle of lube. I looked over at the bed and saw he was right in the center, on his hands and knees as ordered. “Move up closer to the headboard,” I said and he obeyed, scooting further up so that there was room for me to get in the bed behind him. I set the bottle of lube on the bed next to me and just stared at his beautiful ass. “Damn Wade,” I said with obvious animal lust in my voice, “your butt is sexy as fuck man.” “Thanks,” he said, his voice trembling, “just please don’t hurt me okay” “No promises,” I said as I pulled his ass cheeks apart so I could see his hole. It was beautiful. Tight, pink and smooth with the fresh look of a young virgin. I spit on it several times, then started to work a finger into him. He gasped as I did so but didn’t protest. I spit on his hole some more and then pushed two fingers in him, causing him to hiss, “Ow fuck Uncle Max, go easy on me, please man.” “I’ve got to get you loosened up boy,” I said, “or I’m really going to hurt you when I shove my dick in you. Take some deep breaths and try to relax your ass okay?” He did as I told him and he gradually become less tense as I continued to finger his hole. Finally I could stand it no longer. It was time to claim that ass for my own. I poured a generous amount of lube on his hole, then shoved it in to get him ready. I did it a few more times to make sure his hole was dripping wet, then I slathered my rock-hard cock with lube until it was nice and slick. “I’m going to fuck you now Wade,” I said, “so open up for me boy,” as I pushed the head of my cock against his tight hole. He was doing his best to relax his ass, but it still offered some resistance, no doubt because he was inexperienced and scared. Fuck it I thought he’s going to suffer pain no matter what so I mustered up the power in my lower body and shoved my cock into his ass as hard as I could, feeling it tear through his virgin hole, rip through his tender flesh and slide roughly inside him. “Ow fuck!” he screamed, “it hurts! Uncle Max you’re tearing me up man! Oh God it hurts so fucking bad!” I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “God can’t help you Wade. And I’m not even all the way inside you yet.” I continued to force my massive dick into his tight sweet fuck hole, stretching him out, reveling in the sound of him whimpering from the pain. His ass was caressing my cock with a firm, silky grip, driving me insane with lust that was made even more intense by the fact that I was about to fuck my own nephew. Suddenly I was balls deep inside him, all eight and a half inches of my throbbing manhood buried all the way in his tight, young ass. My mouth still close to his ear, I said in a low voice, “Yeah Wade, you got it all buddy, all my dick in your ass. How’s that feel, having my big cock inside you?” “Damn Uncle Max,” he moaned, “it’s so fucking big man, my ass feels like it’s going to tear man.” “Yeah boy,” I said, “your ass is mine now,” and I started to fuck him at a steady, intense pace, sliding my dick in and out of his ass like a relentless machine as he started to whimper from the pain. God his ass felt so fucking good. I looked down so I could see my cock tearing him up. His hole was so tight that his flesh formed a perfect ring around my rock-hard tool. I hadn’t had a virgin in so long that I had forgotten how good it felt to rip into a fresh, unsullied fuckboy. The inside of his ass felt like it was stroking my cock with a velvet glove.

I pulled out until just the head was inside him, then slammed my entire length back into him. I did this over and over because I wanted him to feel every inch of my cock, to know just how much meat he was taking up his hole. Even though he was clearly trying to hide it, I could hear him quietly sobbing like a punk. I decided I wanted to humiliate him even more. “You’re getting fucked in the ass for money boy,” I said as I went back to pounding his ass at a regular pace, “you know what that makes you?” He was silent except for his groans of pain. “It makes you a whore,” I said, “nothing but a dirty fucking whore.” “Stop it,” he whispered. “Say it,” I demanded while fucking him as hard as I could. I could hear him sobbing louder now, his head sagging downward, tears falling on the pillow below him. He shook his head and said while sniffling, “No, please man, don’t.” “Say it, you trailer trash punk,” I said with a growl and smacked him hard on his ass, leaving a visible red mark. “I’m a whore,” he moaned. “Louder,” I said, smacking his ass even harder as I continued to power drive my cock into his gorgeous young ass. “I’m a whore,” he cried out, “I’m a fucking whore, oh God Uncle Max, it hurts so fucking bad man.” I smiled, thinking yeah boy, I’m paying you well for that pain, you worthless loser.

I fucked him from behind for a few more minutes, then pulled out of him and slapped him hard on his ass. “Turn over on your back,” I said. He obeyed, then before I could order him to do so, he hooked his arms behind his knees and spread his legs wide, giving me full access to his hole once again. I shot him an evil grin and said. “Atta boy Wade. You know what you’re supposed to do, don’t you?” He gave me a look that was equal parts anger and despair, eyes still brimming with tears, then said, “Just fuck me and get it over with okay?” “Whatever you want boy,” I said as I got between his legs, aimed my cock at his hole and slammed it in his ass yet again. He was still tight as hell and he cried out in agony as I penetrated deep inside him and started fucking him again. I loved fucking in this position, whether it was a man or a woman. Having them on their back like this made them vulnerable and under my control as I tore up their ass or pussy with my big, thick cock. Wade’s sweet fuck hole was making my dick feel such intense pleasure that I thought I would go mad with lust. I saw the tears flow down Wade’s face again as he wept from the pain he was suffering from my merciless pounding. I fucked him like a savage, enjoying his suffering while driving my cock in and out of his tight hole, making him feel every inch of my massive tool.

I wanted to keep pounding his sweet hole forever, but I felt my orgasm approaching rapidly. My cock was pulsing and throbbing like crazy just from the absolute ecstasy it was receiving from the tight, fleshy walls of his fuck hole. I tried to prevent myself from cumming because I wanted to keep fucking him, but soon I couldn’t hold it anymore, so I started tearing into him even harder, driven by the lust I had for my sexy, young nephew. “Oh fuck Wade,” I growled, “I’m about to cum in your ass boy. Aw fuck yeah, here it comes boy, here it fucking comes. Aw fuck yeahhhh!!!” and I slammed into him as hard as I could as a huge load of my cum exploded from my cock and drenched the inside of his ass, followed rapidly by another and another, each one sending a wave of powerful ecstasy through my dick. I pounded him like an animal, pumping a fresh wad of man cream inside him with every thrust. The sheer erotic joy I felt was so intense I thought I would swoon as I rammed my cock in him over and over. Finally, I pumped the last few spurts of cum into his hole, then collapsed forward on top of him, drained of energy, but with my lust for his ass completely and totally satisfied. I kept my dick inside him until I started to lose my erection. I pulled out of him, sat up, looked down at his hole and saw that it was raw, gaping and dripping with cum, but no blood that I could see. I got out of the bed, stood up, stretched and said, “Damn Wade, you were fucking great. Best piece of ass that I’ve had in a long time. Maybe the best ever, actually.” I reached down, playfully tousled his hair and said, “You took that dick like a real man and you definitely earned that money, didn’t you boy?” “You bastard,” he said in a bitter tone, no longer sobbing, but still sniffling and wiping away tears, “you fucking raped me.” “It wasn’t rape, you little shit,” I said, feeling my anger rise, “it was a business transaction. You needed two thousand dollars from me and I wanted to fuck your ass. It was a fair trade, I’d say.” “Yeah, of course you’d say that,” he muttered under his breath, but I still heard him.

Furious now, I reached down, grabbed him by the arm and roughly pulled him up to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, causing him to yelp in surprise and pain. “Consider yourself lucky, Wade,” I said in a harsh tone, while getting in his face and glaring at him, “that you only got fucked once because of this. If you had ended up in prison and those animals found out why you were there, they would have gang raped you until you were dead. So show a little gratitude, okay?” He looked suddenly scared and remorseful and in a trembling voice whispered, “You’re right. I’m sorry sir.” I went into the bathroom to clean off my dick, picked up a box of tissues, went back into the bedroom and tossed them on the bed next to him. “Clean your face,” I said. I went back out into the living room for my phone, logged into my bank app and transferred the money to his account. I gathered up his clothes, took them into the bedroom and dropped them at his feet. “Check your bank account,” I said. He pulled his phone from his jeans pocket, logged in and nodded. “It’s there,” he said, “thanks Uncle Max,” and started getting dressed, his face now dry and clear. “Get your fucking act together Wade,” I said, “because the next time you call me begging for help, the price is going to be your ass, just like today. No more free rides from your rich uncle. Understand me, boy?” He nodded, shame evident in his eyes, and said, “Yeah, I understand.” “Good,” I said, “now get the fuck out of here.” “Yes sir,” he whispered. He finished getting dressed, put his sandals on, then headed for the front door, a slight limp in his gait due to the pain he was feeling from his torn-up ass. As I watched him get in his car and drive away, I thought to myself yeah, you’ll always be a fuck-up, just like your father. You’ll be back in a month or two, begging for help like the pathetic loser that you are. And that sweet ass will be mine again.

The End