This is a true story so I’ve changed the names and vagued some stuff up. I was 18 and living at home with my mum and brothers. We lived in a council house on a fairly rough estate. It was a good place to grow up if your weren’t a queer kid into the alternative scene. I knew I was gay, and my school friends knew but I hadn’t come out to my family yet. My mum had asked me once but I’d panicked and denied it. I’d been sexually active for about a year, just the usual experimentation with friends. We’d go to a party have a few drinks and I’d end up under a duvet with some straight guy, usually just a quick wank and they’d shoot in my hand but once or twice things had gone further.
One night my mum told me that her sister Mel was coming over with my cousins and her new boyfriend Andy at the weekend. We hadn’t met him yet and we were all going to go bowling. Probably a chance for my mum to meet the new boyfriend. When we arranged these things it usually meant something to occupy us in the day time followed by a big meal and then we’d head up to our rooms and hang out while the adults shared a bottle of vodka at the kitchen table. Auntie Mel was my favourite aunt. She worked in a rough school as a teaching assistant and would tell us stories about breaking up knife fights and things. She was cool and smoked and was tough! This impressed a 18 year old me so much. My cousins were a similar age to me and my brothers and we had all been close growing up.
Anyway, Saturday morning rolled round and we were all getting ready, putting on our coolest outfits. I was quite alternative and very slim and smooth. I wore baggy jeans and tight T-shirts that showed off my skinny frame. I had longish dark hair that used to flop down over my eyes. I went for that androgynous look and I thought I was so cool and individual but in reality I looked like every other hot emo twink.
The doorbell rang and I ran to answer it. At 18 I was conscious that I was transitioning from childhood to adulthood and wanted to be around the adults more than my younger brothers and cousins. Mel was at the door and walked in as I opened it. She didn’t hug, she was too cool for that. My cousins walked in next followed by Mel’s new boyfriend. As he introduced himself I looked up to see him smiling. He was handsome, a charming face, bright blue eyes and close cropped blond hair. Ok he wasn’t handsome and charming, he was fucking fit! As he smiled he showed a row of clean white teeth. He was wearing jeans and a short sleeve white shirt. It was tight across the shoulders and chest showing off what looked to be a well developed set of pecs. The sleeves cut into his biceps. They were huge but it was clear he was strong and would look good topless. He reached his hand out to shake mine and introduced himself. It took me a second to realise I’d been staring and I blushed as I quickly put my hand out feeling his big manly hand swallow mine. I was conscious of my handshake, I don’t even know what a good handshake is now. But I felt his warm manly hand grip mine and it was like an electric current. I held on for maybe a second too long before I dropped my hand back and stepped back to let him in. Fuck! He was so hot! And he must have noticed my dazed staring. I felt so stupid. I panicked and ran up upstairs into my room. It took me a few moments to calm down. My teenage dick had responded to my instant attraction and that warm touch and I had to will it to go down before I could rejoin everyone.
I joined them in the kitchen where everyone was making introductions and chatting. They were organising how we would get to the bowling arcade, it was about ten miles away and as there was six of us in my family and only 5 seats in the car one of us would have to go in Andy’s car with Mel and the cousins. Of course I volunteered to go with Mel. She was my favourite aunt after all. There was definitely no other reason… So, once everyone was ready we piled into the car. After the usual arguments I end up in the middle seat at the back. A cousin either side with Mel in the passenger seat and Andy driving. As I settled back into the seat I looked forward to notice Andy adjusting the rear view mirrors, when he’d finished if I looked up I could make eye contact with him. He smiled casually and started the engine.
We set off and are doing the usual things teenagers do on car journeys. Punching each other for yellow cars finding amusing number plates. As we leave town Mel spots two magpies in a field and says ‘It’s going to be a good day “one for sorrow, two for joy!”’. This lead to us all having a conversation about magpie rhymes while we all try to remember which numbers are which.
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for a girl
Four for a boy
Five for silver
Six for gold
And we’re stuck on seven for a minute and then it comes to me and I shout “seven for a secret never to be told”. I look up at the mirror and Andy is looking straight at me. His eyes hold mine I could swear that as he smiles he winks at me. Like he was telling me something. First came a second of confusion and then I had a moment of panic. Does he know my secret? How? Is he going to say anything? What does he mean by the wink?! As the drive continues the conversation carries on as normal around me and we arrive at the bowling alley. We play a few games and are chatting and having fun. As often does with teenagers around, our parents started talking about height and growth. Who is taller now and so on. As the oldest teenager they start to decide to see if I’m taller than my mum and aunt, and standing next to each other it’s obvious I am.
Next they want to see who is taller between me and Andy. I know from looking up into his eyes at the door earlier that he must be a fair bit taller than me. They insist however that we stand back to back to see the difference. Andy stood up and turned his back to me, I spun around and back towards him. Unusually as our shoulders met I could feel his hands between us. He had placed them so that the backs of his hands were against his bum. Meaning that as I stepped back to back with him my cheeks were placed perfectly in his open palms. He didn’t squeeze or anything, just stood there confident and still, but I could feel the warmth of his hands on me. I felt like everyone would be staring, they must all be able to see it. I was flushing, and panicking, and enjoying it, all at the same time. It was declared that he was taller by an inch and I made an excuse and ran off to the bathroom to hide my blush… and other very natural horny teenage responses.
The bowling carried on uneventfully. We all piled back into the cars and headed home. Mum made a big pot of pasta and we sat around chatting as the table was set. I went out into the conservatory to chat with my cousin Lee. Lee was a couple of months younger than me but he was definitely more mature, he was broader and more man shaped, he’d started puberty far younger than me and was pretty hairy. He played rugby for our school's team. As we were chatting Andy appeared and joined us. He offered us a smoke and we both accepted. Just smoking and chatting. That awkward chatting that new adults do around teenage boys. I felt like he was always looking at me though, standing just an inch or two too close. I could feel him near me. Like he was giving off an electric charge or something. Was I just imagining it because he was so hot, was it just wishful thinking? It was making my skin prickle and I couldn’t stop looking at him. Imagining what he would look like with his shirt off. Remembering how small my hands felt in his. Remembering the warmth of his hands on my ass. How confident and sure he was. The cocky look he gave me when he winked at me. “7 for a secret never to be told…”
Food was ready so we headed into the kitchen and sat around the table. The meal was nice and we all ate and chatted as normal. Andy was charming and friendly. Not talking too much, not being shy. He was settling in well with the group. As the meal went on I was beginning to doubt myself. he sat next to Mel, I could see them flirting and messing around like happy new couples do. Did he actually wink at me? Was he just being friendly? Was I just a horny teen reading too much into things? By the time we’d gotten halfway through food I’d convinced myself I was just making it up. For a brief moment I thought I felt someone’s foot against my leg, just briefly, but there was no way to tell if it was an accident or not and when I looked over at Andy he hadn’t even paused in his conversation. I probably just imagined it.
As the meal finished and cleared away, out came the drink. Andy was drinking cans of beer. Mum and Mel were sharing a bottle of red. As my youngest brother stood to leave he knocked the table and Mel’s glass tipped over. Red wine splashed across the table and on to Andy, spilling onto the bottom of his white shirt. Mum jumped up and grabbed some kitchen roll. ‘Get that off quick! You…’ pointing at me ‘run upstairs and grab a shirt for Andy!’. I did as I was told, running up stairs to my room I grabbed my biggest shirt. As I left my room I turned to go down the stairs to see Andy standing waiting, not at the bottom of the stairs but about a third of the way up the narrow staircase. He was unbuttoning his stained shirt. As I moved down the stairs he looked up at me, undid the last button and shrugged out of the shirt. The shirt slipped off him and he moved with such confidence, he absolutely knew how hot he was.His shoulders were amazing, his tanned skin smooth and golden. He turned slightly towards me and I could see his perfect pecs standing over defined abs, there was a small trail of blond hair running from his belly button down into the Calvin Klein waistband visible above his jeans framed by those v shaped lines of muscle either side. I gulped and slowed down. It was intimidating, I’d never been this close to someone so hot. I took a couple more steps down the stairs. He looked like a fucking underwear model. If he wasn’t standing in front of me I would have assumed he was photoshopped.
As I got closer to him I expected him to move back down the stairs, but he didn’t. He stood topless, half blocking the stairway and reached out to take the shirt from me. ‘Thanks’ he said ‘I’m sure I’ll squeeze into it’ and winked again. He turned sideways on the stairs, one foot on one step on foot on the next one up, and gestured for me to pass him. I took a deep breath and stepped to pass him, as I did he leaned in towards me, crowding me with his mans body in the small space. I could feel his body heat, smell the beer on his breath. It was so hot. We were face to face on the staircase and I looked up at his face. His left arm shot out to the wall, blocking my path down, I stopped moving, frozen and panicking internally. He calmly looked me in the eyes and said ‘I’ll think of some way to repay the favour’. His right hand moved onto my waist, drawing my hips towards him. I felt dizzy from the intensity of the moment. I was hypnotised by his masculinity and he leaned in towards me. I could smell him, aftershave and clean manly sweat mixing together. At that moment I heard the kitchen door handle turn below us. In a moment his posture was changed, he was smiling brightly as he put on my shirt and as I stepped down he chucked the stained shirt to me and say ‘Give that to your mum, she said she’d put it straight in the wash. I’m just going to make sure this fits… comfortably.’ And his hand stopped buttoning the shirt and ran down his abs and over the front of his jeans. My jaw dropped.
At the bottom of the stairs Lee walked out of the kitchen. He suggested we go for a smoke and I followed him out to the conservatory. I was shaking. The intensity of the moment was too much. My heart was thumping in my chest. I could feel my own pulse, throbbing as the blood flowed away from my brain and to other parts. “You ok? You seem a bit out of it.” Lee said, I just grunted and slumped onto the sofa. Lee sat down next to me. “He’s a bit of a dick isn’t he?” He said.
“Who?” I asked
“Andy, he’s cocky and he thinks he’s gods gift, mum seems to like him though but I’m not sure yet”
“Oh, he seems o…ok” I stammered.
I was about to add more when the conservatory door opened and Andy walked in. My shirt was too small but it didn’t look stupid. In fact; it was distractingly tight, and where it was slightly too short anytime he moved I’d get a hint of the top of his CKs. He lit up a fag and sat down in the low wicker chair opposite me. He man spread as he sat down, knees far apart. My eyes were drawn immediately to his bulge. “I need a slash” Lee said standing. And he stubbed out his fag and walked out leaving me alone opposite the hottest guy is ever met.
Neither of us said anything. We sat in silence opposite each other. He took a deep drag of his cigarette and then blew the smoke upwards leaning his head back. As he did his neck stretched and I could see the lines of his body through the tight shirt. I gulped. Audibly. He chucked, deeply and quietly. “Don’t be scared” he said, his left hand moved to his jeans, he looked across at me and repeated the line “7 for a secret never to be told” and he squeezed his bulge gently. I gulped again. I was too panicked to say anything, I didn’t know how to respond. What if he was just messing with me, if it was a cruel joke, what if I was being made fun of. I was rock hard in my jeans. My skin felt like it was electric. My heart was racing. “I’ve got to go get something upstairs” I said in panic and stood to leave. As quick as I was, he was on his feet just as fast. We met at the doorway. “Do you want me to give you a hand upstairs?” He asked me. Standing so close I could feel his body heat. His hand touching my elbow. I couldn’t bring myself to look at his eyes, instead I just looked straight forward at his chin and mouth, and his cocky smile. “No” I said. As he replied he reached his hand up and took my chin, lifting it so that our eyes met. “Liar” he whispered at me his face so close I could feel his hot breath on my mouth. His strong hand pulled me in. Our lips met at the same time our hips did. I felt his jeans bump mine and I know he could feel how excited I was. I was embarrassed of my hard cock, surely his would be much bigger. His hot mouth crushed against my lips, his tongue darted out into my mouth, and I groaned. My knees went wobbly and I thought I might faint. His free hand ran down my back to caress my arse and then firmly pulling me in towards him. “You want this more than anything right now. Admit it. You’re desperate for it”. He breathed the words into my mouth, our lips still touching. I could taste the cigarette on his breath. It was so intimate and so forceful. And he pulled me in tight to him. My own hard dick pressed up against me in my jeans, meeting a big firm bulge in his. “Yes…” I breathed into him as he kissed me again. “…I want it” I confessed with a quiver of fear.
“Good boy” He replied grinning as he quickly and decisively stepped back. Movement outside the door distracted me and I saw Lee on his way back. I panicked and went to put more distance between us, but I realised Andy was already sitting down again, casually smoking like nothing at all happened. I practically ran upstairs.
In part 2 things develop further and Andy steps up his persuit of his teenage nephew.
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