My Uncle The Pig

I hope you enjoy this chapter. I needed to move some pieces into place but I tried to keep a hot moment or two. Let me know if you want more.

The air is thick with the smell of sex as I wait, naked, in the living room.

There’s something on TV but I have no idea what, I haven’t been able to focus on anything ever since my uncle left with the promise of sex on his return

“It’s...it’s all gonna change, Bri.” Mikey had said when we were alone, his voice trembling with every word. “There’s no going back from this. I’m sorry, I’m scared.” He looked frantic and barely contained before he said he just needed a little space, throwing some clothes on and leaving me there on the floor with my mind racing.

I should get up. I should go pull my clothes on, find my boyfriend and demand answers. I should kick my uncle out or set boundaries or something. I should fight the hunger that’s dragging me into this filth.

I hear a key in the door and almost jump out of my skin.

“That’s what I like to see,” Uncle Rich announces with a hungry look in his eyes as I scramble to my feet. “My pretty little nephew naked and waiting.”

My throat’s suddenly bone dry. I don’t know what I would actually say if I could speak, and I’m grateful I don’t have to as he cups my chin and tilts my face to look up at his.

He moves in, agonisingly slow, and then his lips are touching mine. It’s a tender kiss, sweet, almost appropriate for family if you kissed your family on the lips.

When it’s over I just want to lean forward and steal his kiss again but he steps back and throws the bag he was holding to the side. He’s then slowly, agonisingly, peeling his shirt off and revealing his body to me. Watching me he unbuttons his jeans, revealing his bush, but then he stops.

My hungry eyes take in the sight of him, and I want him to slide the zip down and let his cock bounce free. I’ve given up trying to hide my glances or convince myself I’m not actually interested.

As his chest heaves I feel a rising urge to drop to my knees in front of him, but then his arm snakes around my waist and he pulls me against him, his lips moving into a deep kiss as my growing cock grinds against him, and he pushes his tongue into my mouth.

“Do you want this?” He asks, pulling away slightly as he guides my hand to his firm bulge. He gives me some time to answer but I can’t find the words, only nodding slightly when I realise he’s waiting. “There’s no going back from this. You won’t just be my nephew anymore.” His eyes held mine, I’m sure I nodded again but his low growl kept coming, his voice rippling through me. “You’ll know my taste. You’ll know my smell. You’ll know how my cock feels.” His thigh moves between my legs, crushing my hardon between us as I push myself forward against him. “You’ll be my little piggy.” I hump myself against my uncle’s leg, my hand full of his fabric-covered bulge. “Do you want this?”

“Yesss,” I hiss, and he lunges forward. Kissing my neck and wrapping his other arm around me, our bodies melt together. “FUCK yes, I’ve been waiting for this.” I realise how true it is as I tell him.

When I saw him again after so many years he was no longer the big strong goofy young man who’d humour his little nephew. Who’d play and tickle and put up with my admiring glances. No, now he was a man, strong and confident and bigger. I wanted to be underneath him even as he frustrated me. Knowing he was with my boyfriend ignited something I didn’t understand.

“I need it.” Our mouths collide again but now it’s desperate, our lips crushing against each other, our tongues battling for space and our hands clutching at whatever we can reach.

Our kiss breaks as I yank his shirt up, then our mouths find each other again as my hands fumble at his belt.

I begin to slide his jeans down but his hands whip out to grip my wrists. He’s grinning at me with a wicked glint in his eyes.

“On your knees, kid.” Reluctantly I release his pants and drop, a loud thud echoing in the room as I hit the floor, and my chest is heaving as I watch him unzip his fly.

His bush comes into view, and he’s wearing nothing underneath. Pulling them lower the base of his cock comes into view and my heart’s pounding with anticipation.

“Now close your eyes.” The moment I obey I hear him peeling his pants all the way off, and even though I’ve already seen his cock today I just want to peek.

My body jolts when I feel his finger on my lips, wet with precum, and he smears it across my lips.

“Taste.” I lick my lips at his word, he’s sharp and sweet on my tongue. “Sniff.”

I start breathing in as he moves up and pulls my face forward into his crotch. His pubes tickle my nose but I inhale deep, reaching up to grip his thighs as I surrender myself to the smell of him. I don’t know if he’s showered since he left for his date, and if he was anybody else I’d be turning my nose up at how strong his stink is. He’s a mixture of sweat, dry cum, and an underlying musk that makes my head spin and I breathe in even deeper, letting him fill my senses.

I groan shamelessly as I exhale, breathing him deep again and releasing it.

His cock pulses, hot against my cheek, and disappointment surges inside me when he pulls away.

“Look at me.” I open my eyes and do as he says, my eyes latching onto his cock, bobbing with every heartbeat in front of me.

My mouth waters.

My gaze moves up to his belly, thick and powerful, covered in dark fur, up to his pecs and his strong shoulders then finally to the self-satisfied smirk nestled in his wild beard.

“You like what you see, kid?” Uncle Rich asks, reaching up and taking firm hold of his fat 10 inches to stroke it close enough I can almost taste him.

If you asked me a couple months ago I’d have said no. If he was a stranger, I’d have said no.

“Fuck yes.” I whisper, my voice distant with awe and need.

His hand slides up his manhood from the base to the tip, precum gathering at his piss slit and dropping in huge beads to the carpet, wasted. There’s still enough when his hand reaches the end so that it’s dripping from his fingers as he collects it, and I part my lips in anticipation.

He chuckles to himself.

My uncle kneels, and instead of my mouth his slick fingers find their way straight to my hole, rubbing against me and making my whole body tense. There’s no way I can take his cock and I’m sure he can see the panic in my eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna break you.” His breath is hot as it tickles my neck, his fingers making wide circles around my hole, pressure building on every stroke. “This’ll wait til you’re begging me for it. But I wanna play with my food first.”

He pulls back, moving away from me until he’s an arm’s length away, and then he brings his hand up to the back of my head to pull me down.

On my hands and knees, I find his cock poised in front of my mouth, precum drooling down the immense length of him.

His hand is still on the back of my head, and as he guides my mouth onto him his other hand returns to my ass.

His cock fills my mouth and meets the back of my throat. His pace is steady until he knows I can’t take any more, then his grip loosens so I can ease back before he’s pulling me forward again.

His fingers are so close to entering my ass, he’s rubbing my entrance and I’m ready for them to finally open me up.

It would take only the slightest pressure, I know it. But he just doesn’t push into me. His other hand is holding the back of my head as he begins to pump his cock in and out of my throat, so I can’t even do it myself as much as I want to.

“Been waiting for this mouth, kid.” His voice is a hungry growl and I can barely understand his words. “It won’t be long til I’m flooding it. You want that?” I try to moan around his fat fuckstick, then suddenly he’s released me, stepping back just out of reach.

I feel drool running down my chin as I pant, on my hands and knees, watching my uncle’s cock throb before my very eye. Before I can lunge forward and take him he asks again.

“You want that, Bri?” His finger tilts my face up and I reluctantly tear my eyes away from the object of my desire, and I find myself looking at his face to an intense mask of stern need. “You want me flooding your mouth?” Of course the word yes slips from my battered throat. “You wanna taste your own uncle’s load, you filthy little pig?”

This time I nod emphatically.

“Yes, fuck yes. Please let me have it.” I plead as he strokes his cock, and I want to look back at it but my eyes are trapped in his. The sound of his wet flesh being stroked fills my ears and my cock is rigid, untouched, jutting from my body. “Please.” I whine like a dog who needs his treat.

A satisfied grin splashes across his face and his finger leaves my chin. As he steps forward I open my mouth, and it’s barely in time to make room for his cock to plunge back down my throat.

“Good boy,” he says as he begins to pump himself into me, fucking my face as he takes hold of my head in both hands. “Swallow every fucking drop.”

And I do. As soon as I feel it explode onto my tongue I begin swallowing, his load running down my throat as he continues to fuck my face, not quite pushing into my throat so I can taste every drop before I gulp it down.

As soon as I feel his cock swell, the first burst of his seed being released into me, my eyes snap up to meet his.

I watch him watching me. My lips stretched around his fat meat and my throat working to take every drop of him. His own mouth is open, an o of pleasure as he fills my mouth, and his wordless groan is like music to my ears.

Eventually it ends. His chest is heaving, drops of sweat running down his torso, and then he pulls his softening cock from my sucking grasp.

A tender smile appears on my uncle’s lips as his breathing returns to normal, and as he strokes my hair softly my own cock throbs.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted that since I came to stay.” His hand moves to my face, his thumb running across my lips and I part them involuntarily but it just lingers there. “I knew you’d be a filthy fucking pig. Just like me.” He winks and I blush even after everything we’ve done.

I don’t know how to respond but he doesn’t really need me to.

“Here,” he passes me the bag he came home with. “You wear too much in the house. That’ll look better. Breaking you in is gonna be fun.” His filthy grin widens as his eyes take me in from above and then he walks away.

I’m left kneeling on the floor, my dick dripping with precum and my head spinning.

It’s over.

I eventually pull myself out of my dazed state, up to my feet, holding the bag and I drift to my bedroom.

Our bedroom. I share it with Mike.

He’s still out after our strange confrontation before Rich came home, and I realised I have no idea how long it’s been since I woke up and we ended up on our knees together for my uncle and his date.

I should shower. I absolutely stink, sweat and cum and my own wrongness filling my mind with a haze of lust.

I’m filthy, but instead of going to the bathroom I just stagger into my bedroom and pull the small piece of fabric from the bag. I thought it would be a thong like Mike’s always wearing, but instead it’s a flimsy piece of black mesh fabric with thick bands of elastic.

I pull the jockstrap up my legs, my now-soft cock filling out the mesh pouch while the straps cup my ass firmly.

The bag’s not empty.

Reaching in, my fingers connect with steel. I pull the cock ring out and the bag drops. It’s heavy and shiny, and I’ve never worn anything like it. I can feel my dick begin to swell at the thought.

Before I can get too hot I pull myself free of the pouch and cup my nuts, sliding them into the slim hole, and then I’m squeezing my dick through. It takes a couple of attempts, and I hurt myself a little which helps me go soft, and that makes it easier to get my dick through.

I look at the mirror and my cock keeps swelling. Stuffing it back into the pouch, now the material is barely containing me and the sight is hot as fuck.

The mesh shows everything off, the steel obvious beneath it, and I wonder if he really expects me to wear both around him.

I ignore my cock, still unspent after the day, and crash back onto the bed. Breathing in deep I can smell my uncle’s smell mixing with my own sweat, and the taste lingers on my tongue.

My mind reels as I replay the day’s events.

My whole body jerks when I feel weight moving on the bed and I realise I’d drifted off.

“Bri,” my boyfriend whispers as he climbs over me. “Sorry I took so long.” He’s looking down at me with longing and curiosity in his face. “Are we okay?”

I just smile at him. I don’t know how to navigate everything that’s happened, we’ve both done things now that we shouldn’t have, but he’s come back for us to figure it out together.

Reaching up, my hands wrap around his naked back and I pull him down to me, his body resting on top as his lips meet mine. I hold him there and feel the tension escape his body.

“I love you,” I whisper as he pulls himself back up. “But are you okay? You kinda rushed off.” He looks down at me, thoughts clouding his eyes as he figures out his words and then gives the slightest smile.

“I am. I was...I was kinda scared. And maybe drunk on cock.” I have to chuckle. “You guys were so into each other when he moved in.”

What? He must see the question on my face, it sounds fucking ridiculous.

“Seriously. He got here and you couldn’t look away. Every time he walked in the room you held your breath, watching every movement he made, waiting for him to notice you and that didn’t take long.” The words rush out like he’s been trying to find them all day and now he has his chance. 

“What are you talking about? He’s been nothing but a lazy selfish pig. This whole time.” I counter, my voice raising, baffled at whatever he thought he was seeing. “He eats all our food, he just lies there on the couch playing video games, he...he stinks!”

“And right now,” my boyfriend says as he lowers his face to my neck and nuzzles into me, “you stink of him. Seriously. For weeks before he came to stay you could barely sit still.” Mike moves his body down mine, moving my arm up and revealing my pit. “You couldn’t stop talking about him. Uncle Rich this, Uncle Rich that, you were reliving all your childhood memories. I was almost sick of the man before I met him.” His face moves in and he huffs deep before continuing breathlessly. “Then he got here and you were disappointed. Your big strong uncle, your childhood hero, he was...older. He was depressed after losing his wife and his job, and he wasn’t giving you the attention you wanted.” My boyfriend’s fingers trace my side, following my muscles and my ribs, tickling me as they travel downwards. “You finally gave up on your ideal dream of him, and I think that’s when he finally noticed your beautiful ass.”

Mike’s hand finally reaches my hip, and I shift slightly towards him so the fingers can slide between my body and the mattress.

A sigh slips from my lips as his thumb strokes my ass. I turn to face Mike again, and he doesn’t look like he’s judging me or disgusted by me or anything.

Yeah...when I was a kid he was everything. So much cooler than my dad, always ready to play with me, and then when I became a teenager he...definitely filled a few of my fantasies. He helped me realise I liked men without having to do a thing. And so when he came back and he was so distant it kinda sucked hard.

Then he got comfortable.

“How did...how did it start?” I ask, my voice wavering with uncertainty as a smile spreads on Mike’s face.

“You really wanna know?” He asks, and I nod, moving further onto my side so we’re facing each other on my bed. “It didn’t take too long if I’m honest. We weren’t fucking and I got a bit frustrated, I think we were sniping at each other and he made a crack about it.” I want to look away from him but he moves in closer so our bodies are pressed tight together.

His hand moves to the strap of my jock and he pulls at it, making it smack against me.

“We were in the kitchen. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just those grey sweatpants where you can see the outline of everything and I couldn’t look away. I think he said something about you not giving it to me enough, and I laughed it off saying we didn’t really get enough alone time. He said he could give me some if I needed it, and he reached right into his pants to stroke himself.”

I feel my cock filling out again, the pouch becoming uncomfortable.

“I didn’t know what to say so I just watched him rubbing his dick right in front of me. I wished he’d pull the pants down, but it was so fucking hot. And then he stopped.” Mike’s voice is almost hypnotic, lost in the memory of my uncle’s crude seduction of him. “He pulled his hand out and...well. He moved towards me and I didn’t move away. His eyes were on me as he reached out to run his fingers along my lips, and I could smell his musk on his hand. The smell of his cock broke any willpower I thought I had. I was on my knees so fast.”

My hand has wrapped around Mike’s waist and I realise I’ve started grinding against Mike as he talks, my cock desperate for the heavy contact. I realise I haven’t cum at all today.

“He wouldn’t ask if I wanted it, he wouldn’t even say he wanted it. Instead he’d just stand there and show himself off and I’d inevitably drop to my knees every time.” As he’s talking, Mike’s moving himself down my body. His eyes are still on mine as I’m pushed onto my back again.

Pulling at my waistband, my cock explodes out of the pouch, strings of precum escaping.

“I couldn’t help myself.” And just like that Mike devours me, all the way to the base, in a single swoop. Pulling back up until it’s only the tip in his mouth he plunges back down and my toes curl as I let out a guttural moan. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles the next time he pulls back up, his words muffled by the dick that he then swallows once more.

“Fuck,” I pants, my hand stroking his hair. “You don’t have to say sorry.” He’s working my cock easily, pumping into a faster rhythm and the sensations are already building up inside of me. “I love you. You look so beautiful like that.” His eyes never leave mine as the room’s filled with the sound of him slurping on my manhood. His lips are stretched obscenely, spit running down the length of me, pooling in my pubes as I moan uncontrollably, lost in the sight of him.

It hits me suddenly.

“Oh my god!” I cry out as the word shatters behind my eyes, stars exploding into existence, my body becoming rigid as my fingers twist tightly into his hair and I swell inside of him.

He moans happily as I feel myself explode into his mouth. Burst after burst of my load hits his tongue and I see his throat working greedily to swallow every drop, his lips becoming a tight seal around me as he watches my face.

My chest is heaving.

“That was so good,” I manage to say when he eventually lets me slip from his mouth, satisfied he’s gotten all of the cum he can. “I love your mouth.”

“Mmm,” he purrs contentedly as he moves up and into my arms. “Thank you.”

When his face is near me again I capture his lips with mine, gently working them apart so I can push my tongue into his mouth, twisting my tongue into his and tasting me there.

“I should be thanking you,” I say when we break apart and lay there drenched in each other’s sweat. “I fucking needed that.”

The silence is comfortable but long, as I find myself drifting away out of consciousness.

“You know he’s going to fuck you, right?” Mike’s words snap me awake instantly. “I meant it when I said he noticed your beautiful ass.” He’s got a wicked smile as he tells me this. “He asked me how it felt to bend you over and plunge my cock in, when I said I’m a bottom he asked how I could resist it.”

I don’t know what to say. Sucking off my own uncle was one thing, but the thought of him...of that 10 inches of cock...actually pushing into me is terrifying.

Mike’s hand wraps around my cock and I realise I’m harder than ever.

“You want it, don’t you?”