I wanted to share this little story of mine. I know there probably aren't many people visiting this forum, but I had no idea where else can I post it. I will appreciate any kind of feedback, positive or negative one. Of course, the most appreciated feedback would be "Your story made me cum several times and I want to be your uncle", but I'm prepared for criticism too.
Please don't forget that I've never tried to write down an erotic story before. Besides, English is not my first language (not even second or third one). I don't like stories, that are clearly invented, so I've tried to write mine as realistic as possible. That's why I've included the long and boring introduction - everything but the sex part is real, based on my actual life.
I have spent my whole life in the capital city of my little country. A few times every year, we make this obligatory visit to my grandparentsâ€™ house in a small village in the mountains. Honestly, if I could choose, I would always prefer to spend this time at home, with my friends. I have never had friends in my grandparentsâ€™ village, so Iâ€™m forced to spend most of my time there with my grandma, who doesn't waste a second to start an argument.
In spite of that, sometimes I get annoyed by the city, and I need to get away for a while. You know, after a few days in a village, you learn how to appreciate your ordinary small city life.
I havenâ€™t spent a weekend there since many years ago, because I didn't want to. But this summer, I've decided that I've had enough of my town. Summer is quite hot here, and in our poor apartment without air conditioning, it gets really unbearable. I asked parents if they could spend a few bucks to pay for my train, and then, on Thursday, I've called grandma if sheâ€™s willing to host me for a weekend.
â€śBut your parents are going to drive you here, right?â€ť
â€śGrandma, Iâ€™m 17 already, I can get to a stupid train station.â€ť
â€śOh my God, Daniel, are you really going to travel here by train? You've never heard of anyone getting robbed in a train? Have you even traveled alone by train before? Canâ€™t you just use bus at least?â€ť
â€śDonâ€™t worry, no one is going to rob me. Of course I've used train before, with my friends. The trip takes less than three hours, and then I can take a bus from the railway station. Iâ€™ll be in front of your house in no time.â€ť
â€śA bus? A bus?! Youâ€™re not taking any bus! Your uncle is going to pick you up at a railway station!â€ť
â€śDonâ€™t worry grandma, itâ€™s really not the first time Iâ€™m using a busâ€¦â€ť
As you can guess, it took me a while to convince her that Iâ€™m old enough to get there on my own. Most people would prefer a ride with my sexy uncle, but I've never really liked cars. Besides, it feels more adventurous if I get there alone, without anyoneâ€™s help.
So on the next day, that is Friday, I woke up quite late. I had a breakfast, lunch, shower, and then I've started packing. I donâ€™t need many things for a stupid weekend. Of course I didn't forget to include a pair of swimming trunks, in case I decide to go swimming, and a pack of tissues, because I knew I would masturbate a lot once Iâ€™m in a room alone.
I left home at 2:00 PM, took a trolleybus to the railway station, bought a train ticket, and I've boarded train at 2:40 PM. Train left on time, at 2:55 PM, and I couldn't not to think about my favorite porn movie. This movie, which was probably made in my country, shows a lonely young soldier sitting in a compartment of a train. Door opens up and a hot blond guy enters the compartment. After a while, blond guy takes off his shoes, raises his foot and puts it in the soldierâ€™s crotch. And what happens nextâ€¦ I canâ€™t tell you, innocent 17-year old boys like myself shouldn't know about such stuff. Anyway, the journey went fine, though without hot blond guys or sexy soldiers.
Train got a bit delayed, and we got to my destination at 5:45 PM. But I've still made it to my bus, which leaves at 6:00 PM from the railway station. I complain to myself about the silly village-buses, that run every two hours, and then I walk to the bus stop.
At 6:30 PM Iâ€™m in the village, and from there itâ€™s just a 10-minute walk to my grandmaâ€™s house. Oh, how I love it here! Mountains all around this place! I canâ€™t wait to take a walk to the dam. But Iâ€™ll have to wait for that until tomorrow.
My grandparents greet me, we have a dinner together, and they ask about my life. Nothing interesting. After a short conversation, my Uncle John arrives at home. He is 40-year old, but heâ€™s still living with his parents. No wife, no children. Maybe a year ago I started to realize that I find him quite handsome. Few years ago, it was hard for me to admit to myself that Iâ€™m attracted to guys, and even when I knew I was gay, I still tried to ignore my urge for older and manly guys. And of course, I didn't want to admit that Iâ€™m attracted to my family member. But heâ€™s just so incredibly sexy! His youngish face, short brown hair, and densely haired chest. Itâ€™s not hard to guess that he always preferred sports to studying (unlike me), and though that makes him an unwanted partner for conversation (at least for me), it certainly turned him into a nice object to look at. I never understood why is it so difficult for him to find a woman to marry. You know, we are a conservative country, and in a small village like this, itâ€™s extremely unusual to be a bachelor after you reach the age of 25.
We exchange some obligatory phrases (â€śHow are you, howâ€™s life, whatâ€™s new, blablaâ€ť) and then he says he has a tennis game scheduled, so he has to go.
I was tired, so I just washed my teeth and said good night to my grandparents. â€śTomorrow is a day tooâ€ť, we say in my country when we go to sleep earlier than expected. I crawl to my room, which is upstairs, unlike my grandparentsâ€™ bedroom. The only other room upstairs is my uncleâ€™s bedroom.
Of course Iâ€™m not going to sleep right after I get to my room. First I play some games on my cellphone, listen to some music. After that I turn off the light, masturbate, and then go to sleep.
On the next day I woke up early to get a breakfast and shower. I took the tissue with my yesterdayâ€™s load with me, and I threw it into the toilet. After shower I went for a walk around the huge dam, which was built next to the village in the good old days of modernization â€“ 1950â€™s. I saw some people swimming. I would also feel like throwing myself into the water, but the unpleasant dead-fish smell convinced me that Iâ€™m not so desperate for a chilling.
When I got home, grandparents have already been preparing for lunch. There is only one right time to have a lunch â€“ exactly at noon. They wonâ€™t give me food earlier than that, and if Iâ€™m late, theyâ€™ll get angry. Thank God I got here just before noon.
After the lunch, I've told them that Iâ€™m going to take a nap and maybe read some book. I went to the living room to check if my grandpa has something interesting in his little library. There were several that caught my eye, but I've ultimately decided to take â€śIllusions perduesâ€ť by HonorĂ© de Balzac.
I took the book to my room, sat on the bed and started reading. Book turned out to be really interesting, unlike the previous French book I had read â€“ â€śLe Rouge et le Noirâ€ť. When I was going through the second chapter, I've started to feel the influence of hot summer air in my brain. I was getting some naughty thoughts, like I always do when Iâ€™m alone.
Good thing about my room is that itâ€™s on the second floor of the house. If someone is going upstairs, I can always hear them walking up the stairs and opening the door. That leaves me a few seconds before they get through the corridor to my room.
I prepared a tissue and took off my T-shirt, pants and boxers. As Iâ€™m lying in my bed, Iâ€™m trying to figure out the hottest idea to make me cum today. Since videos are always much more pleasant than my own fantasies, I take my cellphone and open my favorite websites.
After 5 minutes of enjoyable masturbation, I hear that someone is going upstairs. I quickly put cellphone on the floor and I hide my naked body under the bed sheets. Behind the blurred glass door, I see the shape of my uncleâ€™s body walking towards his room. Oh, thank God, heâ€™s not going to annoy me in this inappropriate moment. But before I could hear him opening his roomâ€™s door, I see his shirtless figure behind the glass again, his hand on the door-knob, my door opening.
â€śSorry, Danny, I didn't know you were sleeping.â€ť
â€śWell, I was trying to.â€ť
â€śAnd what makes you sleep in the afternoon? Have you stayed up late last night?â€ť
After this question, it becomes obvious that he wonâ€™t leave so soon. He enters my room and closes the door behind him.
â€śNot really, but the hot weather makes me really sleepy.â€ť
He sits on the sofa and asks:
â€śYou shouldn't waste such a beautiful day in the bed. Come on, letâ€™s get something to drink.â€ť
â€śSounds like a good idea. When do you want to go?â€ť
â€śMaybe in half an hour? I want to get ready, you know.â€ť
â€śOh, come on, Danny. Donâ€™t be lazy! How ready do you need to get? Just grab some T-shirt, pants and we can go.â€ť
â€śOK, meet you in five minutes?â€ť
â€śWhy do you need five minutes? Come on, get out of the bed now. Donâ€™t be lazy, Danny boy.â€ť
He got up on his feet, walked towards my bed, and before I could do anything, he grabbed my bed sheets and exposed my naked body.
â€śHave you been sleeping naked?â€ť
Of course, after the stressful conversation, my boner was thankfully long gone. But then Uncle John noticed the tissue on the bed.
â€śOr maybe you've been playing with yourself, havenâ€™t you?â€ť and he started laughing. I was so embarrassed, I had no idea what to do. I just covered my dick with hands. But my uncle clearly enjoyed the situation:
â€śSo thatâ€™s why you spend so much time here! Sleeping, right? Donâ€™t be ashamed, we all have to jerk off sometimes. Youâ€™re not the only one. Iâ€™m also a man, I understand. And I guess I've interrupted you in the best moment, right? How about finishing together, Danny?â€ť
He didn't even let me answer, and he took off his pants and briefs. I had a short glimpse of his hairy cock, which was already semi-hard. But then he lied next to me and covered our bodies with bed sheets. His hand found its way to my dick and he started stroking it. Slowly at first, but when I got erect again, he increased the tempo.
No one has ever touched my dick before, but it felt very good. After few minutes, I completely forgot that itâ€™s my family member, whoâ€™s causing this pleasure I feel. But then he suddenly stops.
â€śLie on your side,â€ť and he pushes me with his mighty hand, so that I would be on my left side and heâ€™s lying behind me. I feel his hand patting my back and my dick. Then I suddenly feel the tip of his dick on my bottom, close to my butthole.
â€śWeâ€™re going to have good fun together. Good uncle-nephew fun. This will be our little secret, OK, Danny?â€ť he whispers in my ear.
I hear Uncle John spitting, and then I feel his wet finger playing with my asshole. Although I've always wanted some kind of sex with guys, I've never accepted anal sex as an option. It just felt too weird and dirty. And now my 40-year old uncle is about to fuck my 17-year old virgin hole. It all happened so suddenly, Iâ€™m unable to resist and to say that I donâ€™t want to do that.
Of course he didn't wait for an answer, and I feel his dick slowly entering my ass.
â€śIt will hurt a bit, Danny boy. Just be quiet, we donâ€™t want anyone to hear us.â€ť
With one of his hands grabbing my dick, and the other one adjusting his, my Uncle John is sliding his dick inside.
â€śOuch,â€ť I say quietly. But he doesn't stop. He just keeps on sliding his huge cock inside. When I feel Iâ€™ll die from pain if I take one more inch, he pulls out a bit, and then he slides inside again, this way reaching deeper.
â€śGood boy, Danny.â€ť
Heâ€™s sliding out and inside, every time a bit faster, until he gets his whole cock inside. Once heâ€™s there, Uncle John stops his fucking to play with my dick for a while.
â€śGet ready, Danny boy.â€ť
And then he starts the real fucking. Out and in and out. Fast, not caring about my quiet sighs of pain. It didn't take long and Uncle John shot his load into my ass.
He pulled out his dick, lied on my bed for half a minute. Then he puts his clothes on and leaves the room without a single word.
I think he feels guilty about what heâ€™s done. But I donâ€™t care, I use my time alone to finish the activity that started this whole madness â€“ my masturbation. This time I donâ€™t need porn, and I donâ€™t need my fantasies. I just have to think about what happened few minutes ago.
After Iâ€™m done, Iâ€™m curious about what will happen next. Will it feel weird next time I meet Uncle John? Will we have that drink today?