Willem and Jake lay next to each other on the bed, neither one willing to break the silence between them. They had lain like this for several minutes, both boys staring at the ceiling as they each tried to gather the courage to say the thing that neither of them knew how to put into words.
Finally the tortured silence finally came to an end.
“Will you take me home?” Willem asked quietly.
Jake turned to look at him. Willem kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
“Okay,” said Jake.
Neither of them moved.
“I’m not gay, Jake,” Willem said softly.
Jake got up from the bed and started to put his clothes back on.
“I know that,” he said as he stared at the wall.
Willem closed his eyes. He could still feel Jake’s semen inside him. The buzzing was quiet.
Jake walked over to the door, pausing with his hand on the doorknob. Willem turned to look at him, fearful of what might come out of Jake’s mouth.
“I’ll meet you downstairs,” Jake said before slipping out into the hallway.
Willem put his head in his hands. What had he been thinking? He didn’t even have the curse to blame. Sex with Jake was something he did of his own volition. But that wasn’t entirely true, was it? Even if the curse hadn’t directed him to fuck Jake, it was still the only reason why he was attracted to men in the first place. The curse was definitely to blame. It had to be, it was the only explanation.
Willem sighed as he began to get dressed. He’d royally fucked things up. Jake was his only friend at the moment, and now he’d blurred the lines with sex. He needed to find a way to walk it back, to tell Jake that it was just sex and nothing more. It wasn’t a big deal at all if you really thought about it. They had already fucked once before. This time was just like an encore. An aftershock. An echo.
As many shitty similes as Willem tried to employ to justify having sex with Jake, none could dispel the awkwardness between the two boys as they drove home in continued silence. Eventually it got too much for Willem to bear.
“For fuck’s sake!” he shouted out of nowhere. “It was just sex. We’re both adults, we don’t have to make a whole thing out of it.”
“Right. No, totally,” said Jake, his hands tightly gripping the wheel.
“So we’re good?” said Willem.
“Yeah, man. Of course we’re good.”
Willem breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God. Now let’s take this fucker down.”
Jake nodded. “I’ll post it as soon as I get home.”
He pulled into Willem’s driveway, putting the car in park.
“So… I guess I’ll see you around?” asked Jake.
“Definitely,” said Willem. “I’ll come by the coffee shop tomorrow.”
Jake nodded, a relieved smile crossing his face. “Cool.”
He leaned in and hugged Willem, surprising him. Aside from when Jake had hugged him in the hotel room earlier that night, they’d never hugged before. Hell, Willem had never even hugged Josh or the twins, and they’d been his best friends for years. It was strange how weird a hug with Jake could feel when they’d literally just had sex.
“I’ll see you later, then,” said Willem, his face growing flush after Jake released him from the hug.
He got out of the car and headed back into his house, eager to wash off the scent of the congressman that still clung to his body like bad perfume. He lay in bed later afterward with his eyes closed, returning once again to the hiding spot within his mind. He just needed to center himself again and he would be all right.
As he went through his old memories, replaying his heterosexual encounters one by one, he began to notice something strange. There was something different about them—they were fainter, further away. As he thought about fucking Allison, and the feeling of her body underneath him, it was like he was watching a movie about someone else’s life. Like it was something that had happened to someone else, something he’d heard about rather than something he’d lived through.
Willem pulled out memory after memory, but they were all the same. His first kiss in the seventh grade. Getting a handjob in his car after homecoming. Fucking Jessica Stevans when he was so faded he was surprised he could even get it up. All of them felt stale, cold, emotionless. They may as well have been memories of reading the phone book.
Willem started to panic. His hiding place was the only thing he had left of himself to stay grounded. Now that he could feel that slipping away too, how could he know that he wouldn’t lose himself completely before the curse was through? What if he somehow stayed stuck in this hell forever?
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. “This is all temporary,” he said to himself. “Just 65 more to go. No matter what, this hell will end. She promised it would end. I will get myself back.”
He rolled over onto his side, clutching his pillow. “I’m straight,” he whispered to himself. “I will always be straight.” He continued mumbling that to himself over and over again as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
By the time he woke up in the morning, he felt much lighter. He was more than a third of the way through the curse, and it was only the first week of July. He’d had a bit of a slow start at first when he tried to resist, but ever since he’d made the decision to power through he’d been making excellent time. He was easily on track to meet his goal by the end of August. And sure, the memories were a little bit fainter and further away, but they hadn’t gone entirely. He still had his anchor. All he needed to do was stick to the plan and everything would be golden.
When he went downstairs for breakfast, he found his mother humming to herself as she set the table for four.
“Are we expecting someone?” he asked.
“Your Uncle Jeb is in town,” she said cheerily. “He’s stopping by for breakfast.”
Willem’s heart skipped a beat.
“What?” he asked. “I thought he was still in prison.”
“Early release due to good behavior,” she said, folding the dinner napkins and placing the silverware delicately on top. “He’s really turned over a new leaf, Willem. It’s important he knows he has a place to come to. A place where he feels welcome.”
Willem scoffed. “The last time I saw him he stole all of my video games and sold them for drug money. How welcome do you expect me to make him feel?”
Willem’s father came in carrying a stack of pancakes with a sullen look on his face. “I don’t like it either, son. Just be polite until he leaves. In the meantime, I’ve locked away the jewelry and the good china.”
Willem’s mother smacked him lightly on the arm. “You boys are terrible. Like I said, he’s changed. So we’re all going to support him and that’s that! Got it?”
Willem nodded. He had no intention of getting on his uncle’s bad side.
They were interrupted by a knock at the door. Willem’s mother skipped over to the door and opened it, throwing her arms open wide.
“Jeb!” she squealed as she wrapped her arms around her brother.
Willem watched him nervously from the hallway. His uncle was still just as tall and lean as the last time he’d seen him, but his arms were riddled with even more tattoos. Willem assumed he must have gotten most of them done in prison. He’d also grown a large black beard while he was away, which Willem thought made him look like some kind of woodsman.
Jeb finished hugging his sister, then reached his hand out to shake Willem’s dad’s hand.
“Good to see you again, Jeb,” Willem’s father said curtly.
Jeb turned to Willem, who was standing awkwardly to the side. “Willem. Been a while.”
“Hi Uncle Jeb,” he said shyly.
Jeb opened his arms and wrapped Willem in a big bear hug. “How’s my favorite nephew?” he asked.
Willem was speechless, his eyes open wide as he was crushed by his uncle’s hug. He had barely had so much as a conversation with his uncle growing up, preferring to steer clear of the man whenever possible. What was up with the friendly uncle routine?
“Breakfast is all ready, go ahead and have a seat,” said Willem’s mother.
Jeb smiled as he patted Willem on the back and then headed to the table. “Can’t tell you how long it’s been since I’ve had pancakes.”
“How long are you going to be in town, Jeb?” Willem’s father asked as they sat down.
“Please let it not be long,” Willem thought to himself.
“I’m just passing through on my way to Joshua Tree,” said Jeb. “Gonna spend the night camping out under the stars before I head on to Arizona.”
Willem was about to ask what was in Arizona when the words got caught in his throat. He stared at his Uncle Jeb as pink sparks began to dance on his skin, expanding outwards until the man was surrounded by a gentle pink glow. His jaw dropped as he stared at his uncle in horror.
“That sounds so lovely. I wish we could go with you,” said Willem’s mother. She turned to Willem’s father. “Honey, what do you think?
He shook his head. “We’ve got dinner with the Bibbs’ this weekend.”
“Oh shoot, that’s right,” she said, pouting.
Willem started to grow hard underneath the table despite the terror gripping his heart. There was no way he could have sex with his uncle, he was his own flesh and blood! But Jesus, what a beard the man had. It was like a fucking bush, a dense tangle of black hair that Willem could only imagine what it might feel like tickling his asshole.
Seriously though—fucking strangers was one thing, but his uncle? That was crossing a line, no doubt about it. But those tattoos… did they cover his entire body? Willem hoped so.
He could feel his head spinning as he pushed his chair away from the table.
“You okay, honey?” his mother asked in concern.
“Sorry… not feeling well,” he mumbled as he bolted back upstairs.
His fucking uncle.
His fucking uncle!!!!
No way. No fucking way. Willem had been obedient, he’d fucked who the curse told him to. Even when it was his bio teacher. Even when it was his fucking best friends from childhood. But his uncle? No way in hell.
He lay down on his bed, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the buzzing warming him up, traveling through his limbs to the edge of his fingertips. He let out an involuntary moan, then hit the bed petulantly with his fists.
“I won’t do it!” he hissed.
As if on cue, he felt the itching in his hole return. He pulled the dildo out of his nightstand and shoved it inside his hole to calm his nerves.
“Okay, think, Willem! What are you gonna do?”
“Go downstairs, blow your uncle, then fuck him in the guest bathroom,” said a voice in his head.
He rolled his eyes. His intuition was seriously starting to get skewed.
Still, he could feel the lustful buzzing rippling gently throughout his body, as if sending him a warning. He knew better than to try and tame this bucking bronco.
Even if he could handle the idea of having sex with his uncle (and that was a big if), how was he supposed to seduce him? The man had been to prison. He could easily beat the shit out of Willem for making a move. Sure, he was all smiles and pancakes now, but how long would that last? As much as Willem felt like he had really started to get the hang of seducing men, getting his uncle to fuck him was a challenge he wasn’t sure he could meet.
He grabbed his phone and was about to call Jake when he suddenly stopped himself. What was he supposed to tell him? That he was thinking about committing incest? He and Jake were friends, but they certainly weren’t that kind of friends. Plus things with Jake were still weird right now, no matter how much he tried to pretend they weren’t. He would have to handle this one on his own.
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The drag queen stood behind the counter in a pink Velour tracksuit, sorting through the different bottles on the back shelves when she heard the jingling of the bell above the door.
“Welcome to Yzma Taint’s Emporium!” she called out as she turned around with a big smile. Her face turned into a scowl when she saw Willem standing there.
“Is that what you’re calling yourself now?” he asked.
Yzma rolled her eyes. “Oh goody, it’s you. I don’t suppose you’re here to buy some Roman Chamomile?”
Willem forced a polite smile. “No, thank you though. Congrats on the new store, by the way.”
She pursed her lips. “I was originally going to rent a place on Hollywood Blvd, but I think Melrose is more up and coming. I suppose you saw my Instagram post from the opening? Huge crowds, big sales... Selena Gomez came in to use the bathroom. It was wild.”
Willem nodded awkwardly. “Wow… that’s fantastic. I love the new look, too. It really suits you.”
She patted her black Liza Minelli-style wig, then narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. “Listen, honey. If you think a little flattery is going to make me turn you straight again, you’ve got another thing coming. Now, what do you want?”
“I need your help.” Willem chewed his lip nervously. “I need to know if there’s a way to skip someone that the curse wants me to fuck. If I can fuck someone else instead.”
She shook her head. “How many times are we going to do this dance? Each person is chosen for a reason. I have no choice in it and neither do you, it’s the curse doing what it’s designed to do.” She leaned in, lowering her voice. “Why, is he ugly? I know it’s tough, but I’ve actually found that the cuter they are the worse they are in bed. I was with this one guy, so gorgeous, but he was a total starfish. Just laid there the whole time-”
“It’s not that,” said Willem. “It’s just… I can’t fuck him, okay? Even if I wanted to, there’s no way he’s gonna fuck me.”
Yzma laughed. “Oh, sweetie. You’ve fucked how many guys by now? You’re young, you’re hot, and you have an ass like a pair of bowling balls. Who in their right mind wouldn’t wanna fuck you?”
Willem blushed. “It’s my uncle,” he mumbled.
She pursed her lips to the side. “Hmm. Okay, I can see how that might be a bit of a problem.”
Willem’s eyes widened. “So you’ll help me?”
She squinted at him warily for a moment. “Fine,” she sighed. “I suppose you deserve a little goodwill after all the guys you’ve fucked. How many is it now? 20, 25?”
She turned around, sorting through the little bottles on the shelf behind her.
“35,” he said.
“Ooh, someone’s a speed demon. Desperate to be straight again?”
“Something like that.”
She plucked out a bottle. “This should give you all the help you need,” she said as she placed it on the counter in front of him.
“What does it do?” he asked cautiously.
“Oh, it’ll kickstart his libido like nobody’s business. It’s kind of like a mini-version of the curse I gave you, although more geared towards bringing out your inner dom top than sub bottom. It’s only temporary, though, so make sure you jump on that pole quickly before the effects fade.”
Willem groaned. “You mean I still have to fuck him?”
She shrugged. “I told you, I couldn’t help you there even if I wanted to. But this tonic will at least help you get the job done.”
Willem’s lips drew back in a snarl. “What kind of bargain-basement witch are you? You can make a curse that makes me cum just from getting fucked up the ass, but you didn’t even bother to build in a workaround?”
She stared at him in shock. “Excuse me?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry I offended your witch capabilities-”
She raised her hand. “No—you said you came just from getting fucked? Like, without even touching yourself?”
Willem shrugged in annoyance. “Yeah. Like I said, it’s your fucking Dollar Tree curse-”
She laughed. “That’s not my curse, sweetie. There are two things magic can’t do,” she said, counting out with her thumb and forefinger. “Love and anal orgasms.”
She shook her head. “Damn. You lucky son of a bitch.”
Willem glared at her. “Yeah, I’m feeling really lucky right about now.”
“Oh, boo-hoo,” she said, waving her hand at him dismissively. “The first time I saw you you were beating the shit out of some poor boy. So you have to fuck a couple of guys to learn a little humility, big deal! If anybody deserves it, it’s you.”
Willem frowned. So much had happened to him since the curse began that he’d almost forgotten about how things had gone down that night. He could barely even remember why he had hated Jake so much in the first place. He hadn’t even really known him. And now that he did, the worse he felt for what he’d done that night.
Maybe Yzma was right. Maybe he did deserve this.
He swiped the bottle off the counter and turned to leave.
“That’ll be $29.99, by the way,” said Yzma, holding out her hand.
Willem shot her a look so poisonous that she retracted her hand as if it had been bitten. “Fine,” she said. “Just take it. Jesus, a woman tries to make a living around here and people burn her at the stake.”
As he drove back home, Willem could feel a pit beginning to form in his stomach. He had thought that he had the curse all figured out, that he had found a way to put his head down and just get through it. But it felt like there were nothing but twists and turns throwing him off track. First there had been the disaster with Jake, then his hiding place being ransacked, and now this. What fresh hell awaited him next?
Willem pulled up to his house to find his mother hugging his uncle goodbye in front of his car.
“You’re welcome here anytime, Jeb,” she said. “I mean that.”
“Thanks, sis,” said Jeb, kissing her on the cheek before he broke the hug. He turned to Willem’s father. “Good to see you again, Rick,” he said formally.
Willem’s father nodded at him.
“Willem, come and say goodbye,” said his mother as he got out of his car.
“I was thinking of actually going with him,” said Willem.
His mother blinked. “What? Really?”
“I don’t think so,” said Willem’s father warily.
“It sounds like fun,” said Willem. “Plus it’ll give me a chance to get to know Uncle Jeb better.”
His mother beamed. “That sounds wonderful. Is that alright with you, Jeb?”
Jeb smiled. “Of course! I’d enjoy the company.”
“How will you get home from Joshua Tree?” asked Willem’s father, frowning. “It’s two hours away and Jeb is driving on to Arizona.”
“I’ll take the train back,” said Willem. He turned to his uncle, who was still awash in a pink glow. “Let me just pack a bag and I’ll be right out.”
Despite the grumblings of Willem’s father, they hit the road a few minutes later. Willem was practically crawling the walls without his dildo, but it wasn’t exactly like he could whip it out with his uncle right there. He could feel the lust kicking into hyperdrive now that he was in such close proximity to his uncle. He only hoped that he could slip the tonic to his uncle and fuck him quickly enough before he had to actually do any real camping.
They chatted amicably enough on the ride there, with Jeb asking Willem about the last few years and Willem pointedly avoiding asking his uncle anything about prison. Willem could hardly focus on anything his uncle said, however, when all he could think about was pulling out the man’s cock and giving him road head. This was going to be the longest car ride of his life.
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Jake leaned against the back counter behind the coffee bar, chewing on the cap of his pen as he looked down at what he’d written. His eyes scanned the page nervously. Was it too much?
“Can you hand me one of the tea steepers?” asked his coworker Bethany.
He looked up from the paper in his hands to see her pointing to the row of tea steepers on the counter behind him. He grabbed one and handed it to her.
“Sorry. I’m a little wonky today.”
“I thought you were off already?” she asked as she pulled out the loose leaf tea and started to measure it into the steeper.
“I am, I just…”
Jake looked around the coffee shop for the hundredth time that day, but there were still the same three customers who had been there for the last hour.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, folding the paper in half and shoving it in his back pocket. He walked outside, pausing to look around at the empty street. After a moment, he put his hands in his pockets and started walking home.
Willem and his uncle got to Joshua Tree just before sundown. Jeb directed Willem on how to set up the tent, positioning the little metal rods and fitting them into the holes in the fabric. By the time they got everything set up, the stars were out.
Willem watched in a haze as his uncle built a fire for the night. He could see the beads of sweat dripping down his uncle’s neck as he tried to fan the flames of the tinder. His mouth watered at the sight of his uncle’s tattoos, covering his arms in a canopy of ink. He could feel his mind getting cloudy as the buzzing surged underneath his skin, traveling to his brain. He needed to give his uncle the tonic now before he did something he regretted.
“Do you have anything to drink?” he asked.
“There’s a couple of sodas in the car,” said his uncle.
Willem opened the trunk of the car to find a six-pack of bottled soda. He was surprised there wasn’t any beer in there considering the fact that beer was pretty much the only thing he could remember his uncle drinking. He pulled out two bottles, opening one of them and pouring a little bit out. He pulled out the tonic and discreetly emptied its contents into the bottle, then closed it again.
“Here you go, Uncle Jeb,” he said, handing him the bottle. He watched as his uncle took it and took a big swig. Willem watched him closely. Were there any changes happening? Not that he could see.
His uncle finally got the fire going. They sat by the fire for another few minutes in silence, staring up at the stars as they drank their sodas. As his head started to swim, Willem was starting to get seriously annoyed. This had better not be one of those “you had the power within you the whole time” things where the witch had just given him a placebo.
Willem watched as Jeb finished off his bottle, tossing it next to him on the ground. He stared at it angrily. “Magic tonic my ass,” he thought.
Willem could feel his clouded mind making him giddy and loosening up his inhibitions. He knew that he was going to make the moves on his uncle sooner or later, regardless of whether or not the tonic worked. Hell, maybe if he did get the shit beat out of him, he’d be too fucked up by the curse to notice.
He stared at the crude tattoos on his uncle’s forearm, squinting as he tried to make them out. How do you even do a tattoo in prison? What do you use for ink? Do they allow pens? What about a pencil?
“Uncle Jeb?” he asked dizzily. “What’s prison like?”
Jeb was quiet for a moment. “It fucking sucked. Don’t ever get locked up, Willem. I know your mom says you and your friends like to fuck around with pot, and that’s one thing. But hard drugs are another. It’s a messy road and you deserve a better life.”
Willem giggled, his mind in that yummy place in the clouds. “Mmm… my friends are dumb. And they have stupid, small dicks. I’m over them.”
“You okay?” asked Jeb, staring at him with concern.
Suddenly Jeb started to cough. He pounded his chest, trying his best to clear his throat, but the coughing kept coming.
Willem watched wide-eyed as his uncle keeled over onto the ground. Holy shit! Had the witch poisoned him? He began to panic as the fear cut straight through his clouded mind.
“Uncle Jeb! Are you okay?” He ran to his uncle’s side and helped him to his feet.
“I think… I think I’m okay,” said Jeb. He doubled over in a flash, his hands clutching his head as he cried out.
Willem watched frozen in shock as his uncle’s slim frame began to bulge out. His tattooed arms, which had previously been lean and lanky, began to swell as his biceps filled out to obscene proportions. His shoulders grew to the size of boulders as his neck became thick and bulging. Jeb’s shirt began to split as his pecs popped out, sprouting thick, black hair that rippled across his chest and muscle gut. He groaned as his legs began to swell, his thighs becoming like thick tree trunks barely contained in his shorts. Willem could see his swollen back muscles also sprouting hair as a thick coat of fur came bristling out in waves.
When it was all over, Jeb lay crouched on the ground, quivering. Willem’s otter of an uncle had become a fully-fledged muscle bear in a matter of seconds.
“Uncle Jeb?” he asked quietly. He walked over to his uncle and put his hand delicately on his shoulder. Suddenly his uncle turned to him and grabbed his arm, his eyes ablaze. He was breathing heavily, his massive chest heaving up and down as he eyed Willem with a hungry look.
“I know what you are, boy,” he growled. “I can see it in your eyes.”
Willem was paralyzed with fear, yet he was also more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. His uncle was a hulking specimen of a man, and Willem was in full-on fuck mode. Willem’s heart raced with fear and lust. His uncle looked like he was about to tear him apart, and he was both terrified and desperate for it to happen.
He yelped as his uncle spanked him on the butt and kept his hand there, squeezing his ass.
“Ass like that, you must be giving it up to guys on the regular,” said Jeb gruffly. “ANSWER ME, BOY.”
“Yes, sir,” Willem whimpered as his uncle slipped his massive paw into his pants and rubbed his thick finger up against his hole. He moaned as he felt the tip of his uncle’s rough, calloused finger slip inside his hole.
“You think you’re gonna spread your pussy for everybody but me? You’ve got another thing coming. On your knees, boy.”
Jeb put his hand on Willem’s shoulder. Willem fell down to his knees, his face inches away from his uncle’s dick. Jeb’s hardness was bulging obscenely through his shorts, clearly having grown along with everything else. Willem gulped as he watched his uncle unzip and pull it out, laying it with a thud on Willem’s face. He had no idea how big his uncle’s dick was before, but the python on top of him had to be at least 10 inches long. It was wide and meaty, and Willem could barely keep his head up with the weight of it resting on his face.
“Open your mouth,” said his uncle.
He opened his mouth to receive his uncle’s cock, immediately choking on his girth. He had become quite an adept cocksucker in the last month, but this was another level entirely. He could barely fit half of it into his mouth without choking. Determined to do the best he could, Willem used his hands to stroke the rest of his uncle’s cock.
“Fuck, boy,” said Jeb as he put his hand on Willem’s head. “Work that dick. That’s it.”
Jeb’s magically enhanced dick was leaking copious amounts of precum into Willem’s mouth, forcing him to keep swallowing as he sucked him. He savored the taste of his uncle’s precum, swallowing it greedily as he bobbed up and down on his dick. He reached up and started running his hands over his uncle’s swollen muscles, his beefy stomach, his hairy chest. Whatever the tonic had done seemed to have not only supercharged Jeb’s lust, but Willem’s as well. If he’d wanted to fuck his uncle before, now he was desperate for it.
He wanted to be fucking destroyed.
“I had a boy like you in the can,” said Willem’s uncle as he ran his fingers through the boy’s blond curls, gently fucking his face. “Sweet little thing just a few years older than you, used to follow me everywhere like a puppy. Softest mouth I ever felt.” He groaned as Willem swirled his tongue around the head of his cock, using his other hand to massage his uncle’s now giant balls.
“Sweetest pussy I ever tasted too…” he said quietly. He pulled Willem off his cock and to his feet. “Let’s see if you taste as good as Jimmy.”
He pulled Willem into the tent, thrusting the boy down onto the sleeping bag. Willem felt his uncle pull down his shorts, then moaned as he felt his rough hands spreading his bubble butt apart.
“Fuck… such a beautiful hole…”
Willem let out a small cry as he felt his uncle’s beard scratching his cheeks while his soft tongue worked its way inside him. It felt better than he’d ever imagined. He had no idea who the fuck Jimmy was, but thank God for him because his uncle’s rimming skills were amazing. Willem buried his face into the sleeping bag as his uncle’s tongue darted in and out of his hole, opening him up and making him desperate to be filled.
“Please... “ he whined. “Please fuck me, Uncle Jeb.”
He felt a sudden rush of cold air against his hole as his uncle moved his face away, then moaned as he felt his uncle’s tongue against his neck. Willem could hardly breathe underneath the weight of his uncle’s bulky frame, but he would be damned if he needed oxygen more than a good dick at that moment. His uncle continued kissing him on the neck as he positioned his cock at the entrance of Willem’s hole. Willem cried out as he felt the massive head push past his sphincter, prying him open.
“Shh… it’s alright, boy,” his uncle whispered in his ear. “Just breathe.”
Willem took a deep breath as he felt his uncle slide deeper inside him. Fuck, this was definitely the biggest dick he had ever taken. He relaxed every muscle in his body, inviting the buzzing in and letting it take over. He felt his hole widening to accommodate his uncle’s massive girth, stretching more than Willem would have thought possible. He moaned as he felt his uncle’s cock brush past his prostate, his hairy balls coming to a rest against Willem’s own. His own cock was digging into the floor of the tent, leaking a pool of precum underneath him as his body rejoiced at being filled once again.
Jeb was completely overcome with lust at this point, grunting animalistically as he thrust his cock in and out of Willem’s ass. His giant balls slapped noisily against Willem’s cheeks, filling the tent with the sound of the two men grunting and fucking. The great big bear of a man grabbed Willem’s cheeks and kept them spread apart, digging his thick fingers into the boy’s soft and jiggly flesh as he plowed the tight hole in between.
Willem was high up in the clouds at this point, riding the delicious wave of fear and pleasure that crashed together in terrifying bliss. Something about the fear of being torn apart by his uncle’s massive cock and crushed underneath his giant frame made it even more exciting. It was like the fear of the pain heightened the intensity of the pleasure, giving it greater weight and texture than any normal fuck.
It came to an end all too soon as he heard his uncle’s grunting get louder and felt his thrusts grow weaker. He moaned as he felt his uncle bite his neck, his teeth digging softly into Willem’s skin as he shoved his cock into the boy’s ass. The feeling sent Willem past the point of no return, causing his tiny rod to shoot his sticky cum in between his stomach and his sleeping bag.
As Willem orgasmed, his hole tightened around his uncle’s cock, causing the man to let out a roar as his own cock began to fire off. Jeb came inside of Willem like a fire hose, his cock filling the young man’s bowels to the brim with cum. Willem’s sighed in pleasure as he felt the delicious warmth filling up his insides.
Jeb rolled off of his nephew, allowing Willem to take a full, deep breath for the first time in several minutes. Jeb lay on his back, panting as his massive chest heaved up and down. Willem closed his eyes, enjoying the post-orgasmic haze. Now THAT was a fuck to remember. He stretched out in his sleeping bag, practically purring as he listened to the sound of his uncle leaving the tent to put out the fire outside.
As much as he’d hoped to be on a train back to LA before having to actually spend the night in the desert, now that he had just been fucked, he was thinking that curling up and going to sleep under the stars wouldn’t be so bad after all. He needed it after a fuck like that.
After a minute, however, he felt a bright light fill the tent. He opened his eyes to see the pink glow still surrounding his uncle. His eyes widened as he looked up to see his uncle’s massive dick still fully hard.
“I’m not finished with you yet, boy,” said Jeb. He grabbed Willem’s legs and pulled them up onto his shoulders, aiming his cock at the boy’s wet hole.
Willem moaned as his uncle sank his cock back inside him. The buzzing was still there, rippling underneath his skin despite the fact that his uncle’s cum was currently leaking out of his hole. Shouldn’t this be over? Even in his still cloudy mind, he knew that something wasn’t adding up.
Both uncle and nephew moaned as Jeb slid his meaty pole in and out of Willem’s hole. Jeb’s cum was working as lube, making it much easier than it had been the first time for Willem to take his uncle’s girth. Willem sighed as he gave into round two, wrapping his legs around his uncle and starting to fuck back against his uncle’s dick. Despite having just cum, Willem was on fire with lust, the buzzing working to give him renewed energy as he bounced against his uncle’s dick.
He looked up at the hairy behemoth above him, his eyes locked with his uncle’s as they fucked. Jeb ran his hands along Willem’s lean body, his calloused fingers making Willem moan in delight. His uncle leaned down and kissed him, his beard scratching Willem’s face as he wrapped his hand around the back of his uncle’s beefy neck.
They came together a few minutes later, their tongues still interlocked as Willem sprayed all over his stomach and Jeb erupted inside of Willem. The orgasm was just as powerful as the first, if even more so. Willem could feel his own orgasm heightened by the sound of his uncle roaring on top of him. His body shuddered against his uncle’s, his toes curling as he was blinded by pleasure. This time, Willem was so full of cum that Jeb’s load leaked out around his cock, trickling down his balls and onto the floor of the tent.
Jeb pulled out of Willem’s asshole, rolling over onto his side as exhaustion began to overtake them both. The last thing Willem remembered before sleep came for him was the sight of the moon shining in the desert sky as he stared through the open flap of the tent.
Willem woke up to the morning sun streaming in. He sat up, wincing at the soreness of his asshole. With all of his previous fucks, he had occasionally noticed a bit of soreness immediately after, but it had always cleared up by morning. He supposed it was a bit different when you spent the entire night getting fucked by a cock the size of your forearm.
His heart skipped a beat when he heard his uncle stir next to him. Willem’s asshole was so sore he didn’t think he had another fuck in him, curse be damned.
“Willem? What time is it?”
Willem turned to see his uncle rubbing his eyes. He began to relax when he saw that the pink haze had finally dissipated, as had the effects of the tonic. Jeb was back to the way he was the day before, though perhaps just a little bit beefier than normal.
“Hey, Uncle Jeb… I think it’s around 630.” He stared at his uncle nervously. How was he going to explain the night before?
“When did we fall asleep?” Jeb asked, yawning. He bolted upright. “I put out the fire, right?”
Willem blinked. “Yeah, you did. Do you… what do you remember?”
“I remember lighting the fire, then looking at the stars…” He put his head in his hands. “Oh God, I didn’t get drunk, did I?”
Willem shook his head. “No. No, you’re fine. I think you were just really tired. We both were.”
Jeb smiled, then tousled Willem’s hair. “Well. I’m glad you decided to come out here with me. It’s always more fun going camping when you have someone to do it with. Now, what say we get you something to eat before you head back?”
They picked up breakfast sandwiches from a café in Joshua Tree before driving to the train station. Jeb seemed to remember nothing from the night before, which was just fine as far as Willem was concerned. He wasn’t sure how he would have ever been able to look his uncle in the eye again knowing that they’d fucked twice in one night.
“I really am glad you decided to come,” said Jeb as they drove toward the train station. “I know I wasn’t the best uncle to you growing up. But I want you to know I’m going to make it right. Once I get some money together, I’ll buy you back those video games, I promise.”
Willem laughed. “I haven’t played video games in years.”
“Then whatever you want. I mean it, I wanna make it right.”
Willem stared at him for a moment. “Uncle Jeb… can I ask you something?”
Jeb smiled. “Go ahead.”
“Last night you mentioned someone named Jimmy… who was that?”
Jeb’s face reddened slightly. “I mentioned him, huh? I must have been really tired.” He chuckled. “James was my cellmate in prison. A good guy. Had a decent head on his shoulders.”
Willem nodded. He knew he should let it drop, but something in him pressed him to continue. “Did you… I mean, the way you talked about him…”
Jeb gripped the steering wheel tightly. “What exactly did I say last night?”
Willem shrugged. “It just seemed like he was important to you.”
Jeb was quiet for a moment. “He is. He was the only good thing about being in there.”
“Where is he now?”
“He’s still in. He gets out in 18 months. And when he does, I’m gonna be there waiting for him. I’ve got work lined up in Arizona, something steady. I’m gonna get us a place, somewhere nice where he can be comfortable. He deserves that.”
They pulled up to the train station. He turned to Willem. “You’re a good kid, Willem. I hope you listen to what I said. You don’t want to go down the same road as me. Just stick to the soft stuff at college, go to class, you’ll be alright. Okay?”
Willem hugged his uncle. “Thanks, Uncle Jeb. I’m glad I came out here.”
Jeb smiled. “Me too, bud.”
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Willem slammed the empty bottle down on the counter. “What. The. Fuck?”
“You used the whole thing?” said Yzma, her eyes wide with shock.
“Of course I used the whole thing! You never told me not to use the whole thing!”
She picked up the bottle and handed it back to him. “It says it on the bottle, sweet cheeks. Two drops would have been more than enough to get the deed done.”
Willem turned the bottle over, squinting to read the tiny writing on the back. “DIRECTIONS: ADMINISTER TWO DROPS TO ENHANCE LIBIDO. WARNING: USING TOO MUCH CAN HAVE UNWANTED PHYSICAL AND MENTAL SIDE EFFECTS.”
“Well, that would have been great to know yesterday,” he said, scowling.
She leaned in, folding her fake fingernails against each other. “Admit it though. You had the time of your life, didn’t you?”
Willem didn’t even dignify that with a response. His face, however, said more than enough.
He got back in the car and drove over to see Jake at the coffee shop. As he walked in, he felt a surprising sense of relief to see Jake standing behind the bar.
“Hey,” he said as he approached the counter.
Jake looked up from putting away the clean dishes. He stared at him awkwardly. “Hey.”
“Sorry I didn’t stop by yesterday,” said Willem. “I had to go camping with my uncle. It was this whole thing.”
“Oh,” said Jake quietly. “I thought… I don’t know, I thought maybe you’d freaked out or something.”
Willem shrugged. “What would I freak out about? We’re friends, right?”
Jake smiled. “Yeah. We are.” His hand shook as he reached for his back pocket to retrieve the wrinkled paper that had been burning a hole in there since the day before.
“I did have something I wanted to say to you, actually,” said Willem.
Jake froze. “What is it?”
Willem scratched the back of his head, trying to find the words within himself. “I wanted to apologize to you.”
Jake furrowed his brow in confusion. “For what?”
“For the night outside that bar. When I hit you, that was… that was really fucked up. I was an asshole and I shouldn’t have done that.”
Jake shrugged his shoulder, giving him a half-smile. “It’s okay, Willem. I’m over it.”
“I know. I just thought I should apologize. You’ve been a really good friend to me and you didn’t have to be. I’m grateful for you.”
Jake nodded. His palms were sweating as he pulled the paper out of his pocket.
“But I don’t think we should have sex again,” Willem continued. “It just… it confuses things, you know?”
Jake’s jaw tightened. He slowly crushed the paper in his hand as he nodded. “Totally,” he said, his voice wavering ever so slightly. He cleared his throat. “Let’s just keep things as they are. It’s better that way.”
Willem let out a sigh of relief. “I’m so glad to hear you say that.”
Jake smiled. For a moment his eyes appeared to be glassy before he turned and started putting the dishes back on the shelf. The paper lay crumpled on the ground below Jake’s feet.
“So, how was camping with your uncle?” he asked nonchalantly.
Willem’s face turned flush. “Oh, you know… uneventful.”
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