My Uncle The Pig

There’s plenty of sex this chapter, but it might be a bit of a slow burn until it gets really filthy. Hope you enjoy!

"We shouldn't," my boyfriend whispers as he pulls his hand away from my aching cock. "Brian, he might hear us."

My fucking pig of an uncle. He's only been here for a couple of weeks and he's ruining my life.

I suppress a groan and roll over as Mike reassures me that he loves me, we'll find some time alone soon, and then we try to sleep.

Uncle Rich has been parked up in my dad's room while he's staying in town, trying to get his life together after getting divorced and moving back to town.

Dad really lives overseas for work these days, just coming back for holidays and stuff, so I guess I've gotten used to having the place to myself for a couple years now. And then Mike moved in with me and we've been playing house all year.

Now Uncle Rich is here all the time, leaving dishes everywhere and never helping with a damn thing. I don't even see him looking for a job. He just lies around without a shirt on all fucking day, playing video games or smoking weed.

I used to think he was the coolest. About 12 years older than me, he'd come hang out and play with me as a kid until he moved away. Big and strong and always kind. He moved away when I was 15, now almost ten years later he's back.

And he's a lazy selfish pig.

At some point I manage to let my frustrations go, falling asleep to the sound of Mike breathing next to me

* * *

My body aches when I get home from work. I've been in the storeroom for delivery day, shifting and unpacking boxes to label things and get them out on the shelves. It's heavier work than normal but it means I don't have to talk to customers.

The smell hits me when I walk inside. They haven't opened the fucking windows again and now the place is stuffy, stinking like sweat and men.

I walk into the living room where the curtains are still closed. Two heads turn to look at me and I can't quite make out the expression on Mike's face.

Uncle Rich is sprawled out on the sofa, no shirt again, with a pair of grey gym shorts clinging to his thick thighs which are spread out wide. His black fur clings to his belly with sweat, and I can almost make out the shape of his heavy manhood under the light grey material.

I shouldn't look, but it's just a glance as he spreads his legs wider, drawing my gaze to him. Rich's hand is moving back away from Mike as he grins at me.

Was my uncle touching my boyfriend? Or was I just imagining things?

I don't even know why the thought's been on my mind lately. Maybe it's just because I'm always out of the house and they're both at home half the time. It's not like Mike would be attracted to him, and he would never cheat or anything. Uncle Rich was married, anyway. Aunt Kelly's a bombshell, I don't know why it didn't work out.

Maybe she's out of his league.

I guess we look sorta similar. We both have black hair and hazel eyes, with beards that come in thick and fast. But I shave mine religiously while his messily frames his cheeky grin.

He's not really fat, I'd say he's thick instead. He used to be really buff and I know he's still strong but he sure doesn't count the calories, knocking back beer and pizza every chance he gets.

Mike is really fit though. He's a postgrad student and he makes it to the gym daily which really pays off with his firm pecs, cut abs, and that beautiful firm bubble butt. He's perched on the sofa facing Rich, and where his shirt has ridden up his back I can see what looks like a blue thong poking above his waistband.

I've never seen him wearing one of those. I didn't even know he had one.

"You guys really need to open this place up," I sigh for what feels like the millionth time as I push the curtains apart and open the windows up.

"Sorry Bri, got carried away." I look over and Rich is picking up the X-Box controller from between him and Mike. That's what he must have been reaching for, not my boyfriend. "I was having too much fun." He unpauses his game and I roll my eyes as I head to the kitchen.

I'm chugging a cold beer a few minutes later when Mike joins me, wrapping his arms around my chest and hugging me from behind.

"Hey Brian, how was work?" Mike presses against me, his lips touching my neck. I feel his bulge pressing against my ass and despite my annoyance I feel my own dick start to stir.

"Long." I sigh and relax against him. "It was a big shipment and I'm tired." Were they too close on the couch? That'd be weird.

"Well, how about we have an early dinner then I can give you a rubdown?" His bulge feels firm as he grinds it into my ass. I'm the top in our relationship, but the warmth of him pressing between my cheeks makes my body respond eagerly.

"What about my Uncle?" I ask. Why was the game paused when I came in? Were they just too busy talking?

"Fuck it. We're all men," Mike tells me, "we'll try to be quiet but he knows we fuck." His right hand slides down my chest, stroking my firm stomach through the cheap synthetic work shirt, and finding its way to my straining crotch. "Don't you want to fuck me?"

I spin around and my lips find his. I'm surprised I don't drop the drink as my arms encircle him, and I press my body as close to him as I physically can.

"You know I fucking do," I growl, trying to stay quiet. His mouth easily opens as my tongue pushes into him. Grinding my cock against his bulge as my empty hand slips into his shorts, grabbing hold of his firm ass cheek and squeezing it tight.

He whimpers as my tongue strokes his, his fingers clutching at my back needily. His right leg moves, wrapping around me to try and bring us even closer together.

"Are you wearing a thong?" I ask, breathlessly, when we finally break apart for air, my hand stroking his thick smooth ass cheek.

"Oh! Yeah, I...thought you might like it?" His eyes shift and a nervous grin appears on his lips. He's always been shy and sweet, afraid to tell me his desires without being pushed for them. He's gotten bolder, but this was a big step.

"Mm, I do. I need to eat then you should put on a show for me."

* * *

Mike moans as I pull the thin blue fabric to the side and press my finger against his pretty hole.

He's always been insatiable. When we first started living together we'd fuck three or four times a day and then he'd be ready for my cock again as soon as it stirred again, his hole tight but hungry and ready to milk my cock.

I think we last fucked about eight days ago when Uncle Rich was on a date. Thinking about that pulls me out for a moment, but then hearing Mike's soft whimper as my fingertip gently, mindlessly circles his opening, brings me right back to reality.

I peel the thong down his thick muscle butt and bring my mouth to his ass.

Grazing the tender flesh around his hole makes him whine, his body trembling gently as my lips latch on and I begin to thrust my tongue into him.

"Ohhh I missed this," he breathily sighs and I growl as I resist the urge to tell him he's the one who pulled away every time. "I need your load." He pushes his ass back against my face, and my firm grip pulls his cheeks apart as I dig my tongue in deeper.

I suck against his skin, driving my tongue to try and get in as deep as I can, making him squeal and then groan with frustration as I pull away.

I grab the lube and smear it onto my cock, then grabbing hold of his hips I press the head against him. As I push forward he whines with a mixture of pain and impatience that I'm far too familiar with. Even if it hurts a little, Mike will not want me to stop until my (nearly) 8 uncut inches of cock are buried all the way inside of him.

It feels like it takes forever, his hole opening gradually as I persist, and he reaches back to grip my thigh and pull me towards him.

"Ohhh my god," he moans when he finally feels the base of my cock pushing against him. "I fucking missed this."

I almost jump when I hear Uncle Rich in the next room. I'm frozen still but Mike begins to gently rock, back and forth, and even as my heart hammers inside of my chest at the thought of my uncle hearing us my cock pulses inside of my boyfriend.

I begin to relax when I hear muffled music, and soon I'm meeting Mike's movements.

"Yessssss," Mike hisses, my grip tightening on his hips as I begin to pound against him, the sound of my nuts slapping against him filling the room. "Ah!"

Mike leans forward as he pushes his ass back, and as he moans I hear laughing in the next room, but it doesn't stop us.

It can't stop us at this point.

I bring my foot up high on the bed to get a deeper angle as I fuck Mike, and sweat runs down my body as I begin to build up to my explosion.

"You ready for this load, baby?" I ask him, panting as I quicken my pace. "You want my cum?"

"Breed me!" He yells, and he's slamming himself back to meet my every thrust, his hole clutching at me desperately. "Please, I need it!"

I grab hold of the back of his neck as I finally pass the point of no return. My cock throbs, unloading myself deep into him, my body shaking and my fingers digging into him as I fill him.

Eventually it feels like the last of my cum twitches into him, and I ease my slick cock out, letting him collapse onto his front. I fall to the bed next to Mike, offering to finish him off but he declines. He likes to stay pent up for a while, taking a few loads before he gets off.

I'm dozing off until I hear my uncle laughing at something again in the next room, which helps jerk me out of my daze.

Dashing to the shower I clean myself off, then throw on a clean pair of briefs and climb into bed, waiting for Mike so we can drift off to sleep together.

* * *

I don't know what time it is when I wake up, but the world is dark and quiet. I can't even hear Mike's breathing next to me.

I feel around for him, but his side of the bed doesn't feel warm at all. I wonder how long he's been gone.

It's not long until I hear something in the next room.

Slap.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I hear moaning, punctuated by another sharp slap and the rhythmic thumping continues. My chest freezes and my stomach tightens as I recognise my boyfriend's voice saying something through the wall.

I can't hear the words, but I can hear the desire on Mike's muffled voice, and then my uncle laughs before another smack.

The bed continues to shake in the next room, and I reach down to feel my hardness leaking. I try not to think too much as I stroke myself, reaching the edge of orgasm after only a couple of strokes.

What's wrong with me?

I hold myself there, too afraid to even let go in case I suddenly cum all over myself to the sound of my boyfriend cheating on me with my bastard of an uncle.

How long has this been happening?

Uncle Rich says something short and aggressive, then after another slap I hear Mike's needy whine and some sharp grunts.

The thumping stops.

For a while the only sound I can hear is my heart hammering inside of my chest, but I stuff my leaking cock away and roll over in time to hear Mike opening the door gently and trying to sneak into the room.

He's painstakingly slow as he peels back the sheet and climbs into bed, trying not to wake me, and I'm amazed he can't hear my heartbeat with how loud it is.

"You okay baby?" I ask, trying to calmly sound like I'm just waking up. He almost jumps as I roll over and let my arm fall over him, moving my body behind his, and I enjoy the moment of shock. I nuzzle my face into his neck.

"Oh...yeah," he tells me as he moves his hand to stroke my arm. "Yeah, I just had to piss." My boyfriend lies to me.

I kiss his neck and taste sweat, wondering if it's even his. Did he climb on top, riding my uncle's cock greedily? Or was he pinned down by my uncle's beefy body, offering his hole up for use, letting that pig's sweat drip all over him?

"Mmm, kay." I whisper to him dreamily as I press my still-hard cock against the ass that I know has just been used. By my own fucking uncle.

He seems to relax against me, and even though I know I should just ignore him and go to sleep to figure out what I'm feeling I slide my hand down his firm stomach into his briefs. What's wrong with me?

My fingers move through his trimmed pubes, reaching the base of his cock, and as I take hold of him I'm amazed at how wet it is. He's still rock hard, and in no time at all he's softly moaning as he pushes his ass against my painful hardness.

He already wants more.

He squirms as I stroke his rod, then whimpers as I release it. I push him onto his stomach and he doesn't resist as I peel his underwear down, but when he feels my breath on his ass he whispers to stop.

Ignoring him, I pull his cheeks apart. I can't see anything in the dark of the room and I wonder if I'd see anything with the lights on.

Is his hole still wet? Swollen from being roughly fucked twice so far tonight? Would it twitch and leak cum if I sunk my fingers into him?

He yelps as I dive down and plunge my tongue into his asshole. He opens up to me effortlessly as I hold his cheeks apart, lapping at the salty sharp taste hidden there, a mix of sweat and cum hitting my senses and making my head swirl.

He doesn't say anything, just makes a guttural sound as he suddenly twists himself out from under me, and then his mouth meets mine.

His tongue hungrily roams mine and I wonder what he can taste. Did my uncle really cum inside of him? Mike never liked wearing condoms but I thought we were faithful.

Is my uncle the first man he's cheated with?

As his lips brutally work against mine, his tongue exploring me, he's pushing me onto my back.

He breaks away and spits into the palm of his hand, straddling me and getting my cock wet as he lines it up.

He easily sinks down with his full weight, grinding me into the deepest part of him as he sighs contentedly.

I try not to yell as he pulls himself up and slams his body down, using the power of gravity to take all of me instantly. My toes curl as he repeats this, agains and again, hungry and relentless and I feel my pleasure building up.

I bite my tongue to try not to make noise, even though I kind of want my uncle to hear.

Yeah, you fucked him, but he needed me again.

"Ah!" Mike groans and I feel his load splashing across my chest as his ass twitches and flutters around my cock. He's holding himself there, and I know if he just keeps going I'll cum again in no time. But he pulls himself off me.

I half expect that to be the end of it, normally as soon as he's spent it's all over, but before I can finish myself off he's leaning down to lap at his own cum. I moan as he licks at my nipple, latching on, sucking it and making me squirm. They've always been too sensitive.

He works his way down my body, licking and sucking, trying to get every drop as he makes his way to my cock, still wet from fucking him.

He engulfs my meat easily, and I wonder if he really wants me to cum or if he just wanted my uncle's load which must have been coating my cock. His throat works my cock over, and it's not long until my fingers are gripping his hair as I thrust upwards to fuck his throat.

Without warning my body convulses and I'm feeding him another load of cum as his fingers clutch at my thighs.

When he's finally satisfied he has it all he climbs back up the bed and settles into my arms, and before he can resist I cup his chin and meet his lips, pushing my tongue into his mouth and tasting what I imagine to be a mix of our loads.

Me, him, and my fucking uncle.

I'm confused but satisfied as I drift off to sleep, trying to keep the thoughts away.

Feedback welcome, hope you enjoyed! Chapters 2 & 3 will be on their way shortly.