Younger years

I have been wrestling with the idea of sharing this story. I think that for the readers of my previous pieces, it would be fair to tell everyone how my sex life began. This should explain how I got into incest, domination and kinky fun.

For the sake of the T&C's of the site, I am going to say that I was 18 at the time.

Here goes......

When I was younger, I wasn't as confident as I am now. I was always well behaved and kept myself out of trouble. I was happy, but always wished that I had the balls to say when something was bothering me.

It was a typical Friday, well it started that way.

I went to school in the morning, looking forward to getting there. I loved my school, I had plenty of friends and the teachers were great. I arrived early and waited at the gates, for my mates to turn up. After about twenty minutes, they started to arrive. Once that we were all there, we slowly walked into the grounds.

We spoke about what we had been doing the night before. Most told an enthusiastic story about there preferred gaming system. Others said that they were out with friends. I listened, while thinking that there was something wrong with me. I didn't dare tell them that I spent the evening getting ahead on my homework. I blurted some bullshit about watching movies and chilling. The group began to spread, when we all started to head to our classes.

None of my friends were in my first class, so I went it alone. While avoiding the stampede of students, I made my way to my biology class. I walked into the room and went toward my desk. Typically, I was the first to arrive to class

"Mark!"

I turned to see who was calling me. It was Dr Peterson-Brown, the biology professor. Thankfully, he was such a cool guy, they he allowed us to call him Doc.

"Hello, sir." I said, while taking a seat at my wooden desk.

"I was hoping to catch you" He said, pushing the door closed.

"Why?", I nervously asked.

"I just wanted a word." he said, walking toward me.

Doc placed a pile of files on the desk in front of mine and perched on the end of the same desk.

"OK." I said.

"You are one of my best students." he said, with a kind smile.

"Thanks." I said, feeling myself begin to blush.

"However..." Doc reached for one of the files, "you seem to be loosing concentration at times."

I was desperate to argue with that, but didn't have the balls.

"In what way?" I asked.

"Well, you seem to fade into another world during class." he explained.

"I didn't realize that I did that." I said, keeping calm.

"I'm not having a go at you, I just think with proper motivation, you could ace this class." he said.

"I will try to be better, Doc" I sighed.

"Do you think you would benefit from some privet tuition?" he asked.

"It wouldn't hurt." I said.

"We will talk about it, next week." He said.

Doc stood back up, picked up his files and went back to the door. He pulled the door open, revealing a horde of students, that were waiting to enter the room. Most of them looked my way as they entered the room, obviously wondering why I was shut in the room with the professor.

As usual, Paul was the last to walk into the room. I figure that he was trying to be rebellious or that he liked to make an entrance.

"Alright, bitches." Paul called, while throwing his backpack under his desk.

"Take your seat, Paul." Doc sighed.

I always had mixed feelings about Paul. I found him annoying, but also admired his confidence. There were many ways, that he confused me. He was the first guy that I saw as being attractive. Looking back now, I see that he was my first crush. I didn't know that I was gay back then, I just knew that I didn't see girls the same way that I saw Paul.

"Sorry, Sir." Paul said, taking his seat.

With Paul's desk being close to mine, I had a clear view of him. I carefully watched him, while he slouched in the plastic chair and reached down, into his backpack. He pulled out a notepad and a pen and slammed them onto the desk.

Hearing the pad hit the table top, Doc stopped scribbling on the blackboard and threw a look at Paul. It was a look that would of terrified me. Paul didn't seem that bothered by it, he just flashed a smile. Seeing that perfect smile always sent chills through my whole body.

"Right." Doc bellowed

Doc went on to explain that we were going to watch a short film and that the film was about the reproductive system. In true fashion, the room filled with childish giggles. Doc went to the corner of the room and took hold of the TV trolley. He pulled the TV across the room and stood it in front of the blackboard. He hit play, then went to his desk and took a seat on the end of it.

We all watched as the film started. On the screen there was all sorts on animated clips, explaining how the body works. Suddenly, there was a clip that I never would of expected. There was a couple having sex. We couldn't see anything that a student shouldn't see. There was a voice over the scene, talking about how sex works. I'd be surprised if anyone in the room, didn't already know that stuff.

I caught sight of Paul in the corner of my eye. I turned to look at him, just in time to see him slide his hand under his desk. I had the perfect view, when he placed his hand on his crotch and slowly massaged it. The clip was only on the screen for about thirty seconds, was it possible that he got hard in such a short time. When the naughty clip ended, so did the film. Paul quickly pulled his hand back from under the desk.

"Any questions?" Doc asked.

Nobody responded, so Doc went on to explain the point of the film. After listening to Doc for just a couple of minutes, my mind began to wonder. I became fixated on Paul, imaging what his hand must of felt while it fondled his crotch. What would it of been like if my hand was the one to massage him in that way.....

"Mark!" Doc barked.

"What?" I snapped, regretting it straight away.

"Pay attention." Doc ordered.

"I'm sorry, Doc" I said.

I listened to Doc while he explained in detail, where babies came from. The whole while, Paul was still in the back of my mind. When class came to an end, I watched Paul quickly gather his things and rush toward the door. I almost blushed when I found myself watching his butt, as Paul left the room.

The rest of the day went smoothly. I didn't see Paul again that day, so my mind was clear enough to get through my classes. At the end of the day, I left school and headed home. On the way home, images of Paul flashed through my mind. The thought of him rubbing his crotch like that, had my cock stirring again.

I eventually got to my street and started to walk down the uneven pavement. I was stopped in my tracks, when I saw a car outside my house. The sight of it sent horror filled shivers through me. My cock intently softened, practically inverted. I couldn't bring myself to take another step toward the house. That beaten nissan turbo belonged to my Uncle Andrew.

I never saw eye to eye with Andrew, he was a total jerk. He was the kind of guy that insulted a person, just to get a laugh from those around him. As I was usually on the receiving end of his insults, I never found him funny. We went a couple of years without seeing him, but when my parents separated, he started visiting more often.

After what felt like an eternity, I continued to walk toward the house. When I reached the drive, I pulled my backpack round to my front and reached into it. I began to rummage around, in search of my keys. Before I had chance to find them, the door opened. I glanced up, to see Andrew looking down at me.

He looked a lot bigger then the last time that I had seen him, his beer belly was huge. Just like my Dad, he was tall. He stood at just over six feet.

"Hey, Nancy." he said, with a grin.

I didn't reply, I just throw my backpack back over my shoulder and barraged past him. He must had already been drinking, I could smell the alcohol as soon as I got close to him. Andrew was always a big drinker, I don't actually remember seeing him sober.

"You're welcome." he snapped.

I went through the house, and made my way to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water. I figured that Andrew wouldn't be there long, so I thought I would go to my room and hide there until he had left.

I walked through the hall, heading for the stairs. I had just reached the the bottom of the staircase, when I heard my dad.

"Mark!" he called from the family room.

I reluctantly turned around and walked into the room. My dad was sat in his usual seat, in a chair by the window.

"Hey." I said.

"Sit down.." Dad gestured toward the sofa, "I need a word."

I did as he asked, taking a seat in the middle of the leather sofa. I was so nervous, not knowing what was coming. The last time my Dad acted like this, he was telling me that my Mother had left us.

"What's wrong?" I asked, while opening the bottle of water.

"Your Uncle Andrew is here." Dad said.

"I know, I've seen it." I sighed.

"Oi, he might hear you." He almost whispered.

I just smiled, knowing that he saw the humor in my remark.

"Andrew has been having trouble at home." Dad explained.

"That's nothing new." I said, before starting to gulp at the water.

"So, He is going to be staying here." Dad said.

The words hit me so hard, I spat water everywhere.

"What?" I wiped at my face, "Are you serious?"

"He's my brother, what choice do I have." Dad said.

I took a couple of tissues from the box on the coffee table and used them to mop us the water that had landed on the table top.

"How long will he be staying?" I said.

"A few weeks, I imagine." He said.

"I guess I just have to deal with it." I sighed.

"Just stay out of each others way." Dad said.

"I'll be nowhere near him." I snapped.

"Go on then, go and get changed." He said, flashing a smile.

"OK." I said, standing up.

"Oh, I forgot to say, I'm working tonight." Dad announced

"You're leaving alone with Andrew?" I said

"Yes, just stay in your room if you want to." He said.

"I can't.." I reached for the door, "I have homework to do."

I rushed out of the family room and ran upstairs.

In my bedroom, I threw my bag onto the bed and sat beside it. I took a minute to process what I had been told. I came to realization that my night had been truly fucked up. Not only was I going to be stuck in the house with Andrew, my fun was also spoiled. Normally when my Dad worked nights, I would use the PC to watch some porn and knock one out. Since the PC was downstairs, where was no chance of that happening that night.

I pulled myself together and started to undress. Once stripped, I tossed my school clothes into my wash basket. I have always loved being in just my underwear, so I stayed as I was and jumped onto my double bed. Once comfortable, I grabbed my backpack and tipped it out onto the bed. I dug through the pile of books and stationary, arranging what I need for my homework. I took hold of my History textbook, and began to read.

I had been reading for around thirty minutes, when there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I called.

"it's me." Dad answered.

"Come in." I said.

My dad opened the door and walked into my room, Closing the door behind him.

"Hi.." I placed the textbook on the bed, " You alright?"

"yeah..." Dad sat at the bottom of my bed. "I've just come to say bye."

"Are you going to work now?" I asked.

"I have to go in early tonight." he said.

"OK." I said, a little upset.

"I have told Andrew to stay out of your way." he said

"Thanks." I said, not feel much comfort from my dad efforts.

"I'll be back early in the morning." he announced.

"Good." I said, with a sly giggle.

"I'd better leave." dad said, standing up.

"OK, I'll see you in the morning." I said.

Dad turned, opened the door and stepped out of the room.

"Bye mate." he said, while closing the door again.

"See you in the morning." I called.

I went back to reading, taking notes and preparing my homework.

After being hidden in my room for almost three hours, I had done all that I could do. The rest of my essay had to be done on the PC. I sat there for a while, fighting with the idea of going downstairs. When I realized that I'd had nothing to eat, my mind was made up. I jumped off the bed and took a pair of sweatpants from the wardrobe. After gathering my things, I left my room and headed downstairs.

At the bottom of the stairs, I listened carefully, trying to work out where Andrew was. I heard nothing but the television, so I presumed that he was in the family room. I quietly walk through the hall and went into the kitchen.

I didn't want to waste too much time, preparing some food. I opened the fridge and gathered a load of salad ingredients. I Quickly sliced and shred, until I had finished preparing my ham salad. I picked up my books and plate, and went into the dinning room. My dad had moved the PC into the dining room a while back, thinking that it would be easier for me to work in there.

After placing my books and dinner, on the desk, I turned and closed the door. I had just opened a new word document, when I head a creak, coming from the hall. I paused, silently hoping that the door wasn't about to open. Listening carefully, I heard Andrew mumble to himself as he walked up the stairs. An ease fell over me, allowing me to start my homework.

While scanning my notes, I began to write my essay.

 I must of been writing for around an hour, when there was an awful bang on the dining room door. I jumped, being snapped from my own little world. I turned to look at the door, in time to see the handle twisting. My whole body clenched, not knowing what was coming. The door swung open so hard, that it slammed against the display unit that stood behind the door.

Swaying slightly, my Uncle Andrew stood in the door way. It felt like forever before either of us spoke, he just stood there staring at me.

"Why are you down here?" He slurred.

"I'm doing my homework." I said.

"You weren't in your bedroom." He said.

"You went in my room?" I snapped.

"Yes.." He stepped into the room. "I was looking for you."

"Why?" I said.

"Cos..." He paused, stepping toward me.

He stood directly in front of me, looking down at me.

"Your dad said that I could help myself to whatever I wanted." he slurred.

"Oh, you want some food or something?" I asked, about to stand.

"No, I want you." He growled, grabbing hold of my hair.

I fought against him.

"Get the fuck off me!" I yelled.

He said nothing, He just pulled at my hair. When he pulled me toward him, I lashed out. During the fight, I reached for a book, with the thought of hitting him with it. I didn't manage to grip the book, instead I knocked the pile over, making them and my salad fall onto the floor.

Andrew tugged at my hair once again, this time causing me to stumble and fall, face down onto the ground. In no time at all, he was on top of me. Straddling my waist, he pressed down on my back, making sure that I didn't go anywhere.

"let me go!" I screamed.

"Not til I get what I want." He aid.

I felt him shuffle around on top of me. The next thing I knew, he was pulling at the back of my sweatpants. I hear them rip and felt the fabric come away from my ass. With my bubble butt on show, Andrew started to stroke it, giving it a little spank along the way.

"get off me, you wanker." I shouted.

He shuffled again, leaning back. He brought his hand up to my face, bringing a real stench with it. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that he was holding a sock, one of his socks. Using my hair, he forced my head up.

"open your mouth!" he ordered.

I clamped my mouth shut and tried to fight out of his grip. My efforts were mute, he pulled pulled at my hair as hard as he could. I screamed through to pain, giving him the perfect opportunity to shove that stinking sock into my open mouth.

"Keep that there, or you will be hurt." he said, loosening his grip.

At that point, I became filled with a fear that I had never felt before. I froze, to worried about what he would do to me.

Andrew reached down, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. I flinched when I felt his hard cock connect with my ass. He brought his hand up to his mouth and spat onto his fingers. He ran his wet fingers into my ass crack, one he had found me hold, he forced one finger inside me.

I attempted to scream, but I was muffles by that sour tasting sock.

With my hole lubricated, Andrew began to push his cock against it. I clenched hard, trying to keep him from entering me.

"relax your ass!" he ordered.

I shook my head, while trying to figure a way of getting him off me. With him being so big, he was far too heavy for me to shift his weight off me.  

Andrew reached out with his free hand and took hold of one of my textbooks. With a hard swing, the book struck me on the back of my head. I reached up to hold my head, while accidental unclenching my ass. Andrew took full advantage, pushing his cock inside me. I had no idea how big his cock was, but it felt huge in my virgin ass.

"that's it." he said.

I tried to fight him off, reaching round to hit him. He took hold of my wrists, and pinned them to the floor. He began to grinned inside me. With his total weight now on top of me, I knew that I didn't stand a chance of getting away. With words being my only weapon, I forced to sock out of my mouth.

"get off me!" I yelled.

My words went unheard, Andrew just continued to work on my ass.

"Let me go...please." I begged.

"not yet." he sighed.

His cock pushed further into me, causing more pain. It was then, that I came to the realization that this was going to happen. I went quiet, thinking that the less I fight, the quicker that it would be over and done with. I just laid there, wondering why this was happening. Why would my own Uncle want to fuck me?...

Andrew thrust slowly inside me, quietly gasping with each movement. After a couple of minutes, the pain was almost gone, then the strangest thing happened, it started to feel good. I tried my hardest to hide the pleasure that I was getting. My efforts were pointless when an involuntary gasp managed to sneak out of me.

Knowing that I was beginning to enjoy myself, Andrew let go of my wrists. I must have motivated him. His thrusts became hard and deep.

"Oh fuck." I moaned.

My cock began to grow, motivated by the pounding in my ass.

"you're so tight." he gasped

I could feel his pre-cum filling me up, there isn't a feeling like it.

"Fuck!" he shouted, picking up the pace once again.

I have no idea what happened, but just as he began to shoot his load into my ass, my cock began to erupt. We both gasped loudly, while we finished cumming. Spent, Uncle Andrew collapsed on top of me. He breathed heavily, blowing his alcohol stained breath into my face.

"that was amazing." He gasped.

"Yeah." I said.

Andrew slowly pulled his softening cock out of my ass, before standing up. I turned onto my back, to look up at him. While fastening his jeans, he looked down at me.

"thanks for that." he said, with a smile.

He stepped over me and walked out of the room. I heard him stumble while he charged up the stairs.

I laid among the books, salad and cum. I stayed there for a couple of minutes, coming to terms with what had just happened. After getting my head together, I brought myself to my feet. While picking up the books, I noticed which had struck my head. It was my biology book, ironic really.

I continued to tidy up, stacking my books and cleaning up the spilled salad. I went to family room and took a handful of tissues. While using the tissues to wipe my cum off the carpet, I couldn't help but smile. The night turned out to be better then I had planned, who needs porn when you have a drunk Uncle that's willing to fuck you. I threw the cum filled tissues in the trash and left the room.

I went upstairs, to the bathroom. I had a quick shower and went back downstairs, in just my underwear. I managed to finish my essay before going to bed.

In bed, I couldn't help myself. I got so horny over what had happened, I had to have a wank....