Blue-Balled Nephew

It had been sixteen years since I’d seen my nephew Eric; the only info I had on him came from his mom who is my late wife’s sister.  I’ve kept family ties with her but haven’t found time for more than a very occasional brief FaceTime with her since then other than my oldest son’s funeral which my nephew didn’t attend.

Kent and I were taking a much-needed vacation in Hawaii.  I’d completed the first phase of a consulting gig for my former employers; they’d offered their beach-front condo on Oahu for us to “have a little get away” before I started phase 2 sometime in the new year.  The place has three bedrooms and two are master suites with ocean views; seemed criminal to have the other one go to waste.  Somehow after we’d offered to a free friends and to my former sister-in-law and they’d all declined due to short notice and sky-high airfares then we’d invited my grown nephew and he was all over it.

I’d seen pics of Eric.  I’d seen videos of Eric.  I’d heard his band’s music.  All courtesy of his proud mother.  He’d gone from a pothead teen California skateboarder/surfer and had turned into a fully-fledged man while I watched through the many links my sister-in-law sent.  But seeing him at the airport took me by surprise.  The scrawny teen whom I knew had turned into an athletic adult was standing at the curb of Honolulu airport with his beautiful blonde surfer girlfriend in studly glory that the cameras had not caught; I almost drove into the curb ogling him.  Kent had a good laugh over that when I told him later.

Eric is six-four or five, built like a pro athlete, dark haired but sun-bleached and is hairy unlike his father; the body hair Eric got he got from my Italian sister-in-law’s genes.  While I hadn’t seen his ass yet the bulge in his shorts I could see as I drove up was epic; the tires scraped the curb as I ogled him.

Get your eyes the fuck off your nephew’s hot bod Al! I sharply corrected myself.  Fuck is just what I was thinking, I replied in my head.

The girlfriend was a very beautiful surfer type herself; she was named Sahara which some way complemented the carefree surfer image I was quickly introduced to. My nephew and she looked good together but it became obvious on the drive back that there was some frost in her tone toward him; cause unknown. She was very pleasant toward me and engaged in plentiful conversation; this further accentuated whatever the fracture between them was thought neither made any attempt to reference it.  It was the same when we got back to the luxurious condo where she effusively thanked us and didn’t throw a word of thanks to Eric for bringing her.

Later that first evening the exhausted conversation turned to the following day’s activities. They’d spent the afternoon chunk of the first day they had doing many things; snorkeling in the cove, surfing at high tide, sunning, pool. Idly I wondered how enjoyable all that could be if she was still in frost mode; and that was obviously the case.  She respectfully asked if we’d mind if she “took the next day with a girlfriend who lives here; she’ll be working the rest of the time.”  Eric was silent through the discussion; it seemed prudent to avoid asking his plans.

The following day she was gone early and he was up and with us early.  Standing in magnificent millennial glory wearing only a pair of short loose boxer shorts which enabled his frequent scratches and adjustment to his barely concealed privates was when he mentioned how horny and frustrated he was amid exclamations about the view from the balcony where we were sitting.

“She’s totally blue-balling me!” he complained.  “It’s been like three days!”

For a young man like him with a tantalizing woman within reach but maintaining her distance that had to be tough.

“Well, if you spend the day in your bedroom doing what you need to do, we won’t disturb you.  Just keep the volume down on the pussy porn on your phone,” I offered helpfully.  It earned me an eye-roll from Kent.

Instead of going off to jack he flopped in one of the patio chairs; his man-spread was distracting because the boxers were loose enough that his dick-head and hairy balls were visible … if you captured the angle which I made sure I did.  Another eye-roll from my husband who caught me.

“The worst part is her period will start tonight so there goes another week,” he gave voice to his frustrations.

I had two thoughts. First … ewwww!  Second was oral and handies; she could tide him over if she was willing and if he did whatever he needed to so that the situation was defused.

“She told me I’d have enough time to ‘think about it!’  Man all I can think about is how my boys ache!” he added dramatically and took them in hand and shook them.

His short boxers caused his balls to then be fully exposed when he shook them at us.  I was enjoying his big hairy set on display.

“Man you guys have it right.  I have gay friends and they just get it on wherever whenever.  If they’re pissed about something then it’s even better; two men expending their pent-up energy.”

His dick was bulging more in and out the leg of his boxers because he was still rubbing his balls.  How much temptation could I reasonably be expected to endure?

“If only I’d been born gay like you guys!” he lamented.  “Bet I could get this taken care of easy!”  He then changed his hold to his now obviously hard dick.

Kent said what I was thinking.  “A hole’s a hole bro.”

Eric laughed but then stopped and brought his gaze from out at the beach to meet Kent’s … and then mine.  After holding it for enough moment for us all to fidget he took the bait.

“So if I could get past that it was a guy … “

“Right here right now!” I said too enthusiastically.

“Holy shit Al!” Kent challenged.  “I meant set him up on Grindr or Scruff; not DO your own nephew!”

Oops!  Not the first time my libido had got me in trouble.

Eric regarded us both … hopefully.

“Of course,” Kent continued, “You’re not his blood uncle.  And I wasn’t his uncle by marriage when he was born or most of his life.”

Eric bit his lip and sucked a breath in.  He was rubbing his hard-on and had a good-sized dollop of pre hanging off his fat knob  now that was driving me nuts.

“Maybe we should let the boy decide.”  My husband is often the wise one.

We both looked at Eric and he momentarily froze.  The pre was flowing and now hanging off his big cut head like a tear-drop.  His dick was bigger than respectable.  His balls were huge; ripe with un-spent young seed.

Suddenly he snapped out of his freeze.  “OOH I have to say yes?  Like consent or something?”

That made us both laugh; and that made him visibly cower.  Kent moved closer to him in a flash and stood with his own prominent bulge at Eric’s eye level; a fact that hadn’t escaped Eric’s uncomfortable notice.  When Kent put his hand out and rested it on Eric’s shoulder Eric relaxed.

“Totally your call Eric.  When it’s done nothing has changed.  You’re still a straight guy; you just don’t have that … heavy burden anymore.”  He was looking down to the big full sac Eric was still grasping.

A moment passed and then Kent reached down and boldly took his other hand and caressed Eric’s exposed balls.  Eric’s hard-on jerked, the pre dripped and then flowed copiously, and he threw his head back and sighed.

“Oh fuck man.  Nobody’s touched me in so long.”

‘A few days’ if what he’d said a few minutes before was correct.  But to a millennial stud that’s a long time; heck if I’m honest it’s a long time to a middle-aged man!

Kent had brought the hand that had been on Eric’s shoulder down to where he’d gently nudged away Eric’s hand that had been rubbing his hard dick and he took him in hand.

“Oooooooooh!” Eric gasped as Kent spread the young stud’s pre all over his big purple knob and began stroking his shaft.

With trained dexterity Kent had Eric’s dick and balls out the leg of his boxer and was stroking and rubbing him with gusto and with plenty of moans and affirmative groans from my nephew.  The pre was flowing enough to slosh in Kent’s grip and appeared to be glowing in the morning light.

Eric’s head was back and he was moaning.  “Awwww dude!  I need this so bad.  I wish Sahara knew her way around my rod and boys like that.  SHIT!”

The boy had a nice set of equipment and a full bush.  He was thick and long but neither was oh-my-god level; just locker room respect level which was plenty.  He was cut which surprised me; his age and few conversations we’d had with his parents when he was born suggested the opposite.  Big head and bulging veins.  I couldn’t help marvel at the stupidity of straight women; Sahara would be damn lucky to climb on that every chance she got!

“Nothing’s going to happen that you don’t want to happen, Eric,” Kent said and he was now on his knees and leaning in.

“FUCK YEAH!” Eric cried to the ceiling when Kent’s mouth engulfed his head.  Eric’s big hands gripped the patio chair arm until he was white-knuckled.

I know Kent’s cock-sucking skills well; for a straight guy like Eric to have his first man-on-man blowjob from an expert like Kent was seminal.  As I watched I realized I didn’t know for sure that my husband was the first guy to blow my nephew; but I did knew I wasn’t letting Kent have all the fun.

I got on my knees and crowded Kent to get my head between Eric’s wide-spread knees to lick his big hairy hanging balls; that was with Eric sliding his ass to the edge of the chair to give me access to those hangers.  They were musky and just the way a man’s balls should taste and smell.  The instant my nose neared them and I breathed in his youthful musk I was rock-hard; which was saying something the way my aging knees protested the hard balcony deck.

“Oh fuckin’ A that’s fucking amazing!  No way I’ll last long.”

I let his balls out of my mouth long enough to say, “No worries; with what these tanks have built-up I’m sure they’ll take a few drainings to get you back to where you should be.  I made quick work of slathering his sac again and sucking first one then another.

“Dude, seriously man, I’m about to … If you don’t want it … “

I heard Kent grunt and knew he was sucking harder and I licked Eric’s nuts frantically as they pulled tight.

“FUNKIN’ A!” He shouted and I could feel his thick shaft convulsing as he pumped.  “Oh fuckin’ Jesus!” he continued as Kent glugged down what was being spewed.

Kent knew when to pull off when Eric had gotten too sensitive and was uncomfortable.  The last globs oozed out of him and dripped on my shoulder where his freed rod had flopped!

“DUDE!” he exclaimed!  “Uncle Al, man!”  He wasn’t the most articulate at the best of times my nephew.

Kent managed to kiss me and share a very big mouthful of Eric’s tangy salty load.  He’d swallowed a ton; I was impressed with my nephew!

I got uneasily to my feet.  Kent arose from the balcony deck much easier than I had.

Eric was facing both of our tented crotches; he looked at each of ours then up at us.  “Is this where I have to return the favor?”

Kent and I looked at each other then both self-consciously made moves to turn away and sat.  “That only happens in porn movies,” I joked.

“Whew!” Eric said with great relief.

I looked down at his sagging hard-on still dripping and his big fat balls which looked like he was still backed-up.  Kent’s eyes followed mine from farther.  “You okay with what just happened Eric?”

“OKAY?  Dude I just blew a cannon-load of spunk.  I just got worried there for a minute that you’d expect me to … well you know.  No offense but I’m not gonna lie; I can’t imagine enjoying having my tongue on a dude much less … Seriously though no offense meant.  To each his own!”

Kent and I both laughed.  I was closer to Eric and decided to change the subject.  I reached over and began rubbing his dick; the response was immediate both there and from him.

“Fuck uncle Al!” he hissed as he grew hard again almost instantaneously.  After all it had been what two maybe three minutes since he blew his wad?

“This time you stand up so your uncle doesn’t have to challenge his knees,” Kent told him.

“Wow dudes.  ‘This time!’  Man if this was Sahara she’d be brushing her teeth and gargling.  AND she’d have spit it out!”

He stood and took his boxers down to the deck and stepped out of them.  Then he stepped up to me with that big hard dick shoved right into my face on offer.  I opened my mouth and took it in with delight.

Eric is nowhere near as big as my husband; but he’s a damn big boy.  I had his knob at the back of my throat and swelled him without ease but managed.

“FUCK!  You’re both deep throaters!” he moaned.

I hummed around his head.

“Holy fuck!” he expounded and clamped his hands on my head and began to hump my throat.

Kent meanwhile got himself behind Eric and spread his hairy cheeks and went in.  I could tell when Eric yelled, “What the fuck?  Ohhhhhhh!  Oh fuck!” and he began to move in more of a gyration than a piston.  “Oh Jesus that’s amazing!”

I reached up and began working his big balls as his sac was already tightening again.  I sucked him hard and deep or he fucked my mouth and throat and ground his ass around as Kent ate him out.

“That’s fuckin’ amazing!  Who knew?” Eric cried amid moans.

Well his gay uncles for two.  And every other gay guy on Earth.  But who’s counting?

This time I began pulling his balls gently yet firmly and he seemed to love it.  His grunts and moans went to shouts when I increased the pressure.  “Jesus my nuts.  I never … Oh man!

I amped my sucking and tugging and Kent kept his tongue working hard until Eric was warning us again.

“Dudes I’m not gonna last much more.”

And just like that he unleashed a gusher in my mouth as he cried out unintelligibly.  Over and over he blasted thick heavy streams.  The boy was damned full of it that was for damn sure!  He cried louder as I maintained my grip and tugged and rubbed his balls as they unloaded until he was finally gasping for breath and spasming all over and unsteady on his feet.

“Holy fuck dudes!” he cried when I released his softening dick from my mouth and his loosening sac from my grasp.  With great drama that was purely unintentional he staggered a bit and fell into his chair again.  Kent had already moved around behind me and had his arms wrapped around my shoulders and his fingers rubbing my hard nipples.

“You’re going to have to excuse us,” Kent said to my nephew who was exaggeratedly panting and catching his breath.  “I need to take care of something here.”

Kent pulled me out of the chair.  My hard-on was out the leg of my shorts and dripping and I could feel his through his and my shorts behind me when I was standing.  We left my nephew naked on the balcony and went to our bedroom for some much-needed relief.

It was later when I began to wonder what the dynamic would be for the rest of the week.  We’d just blown and rimmed my nephew.  Holy shit!