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Opis ebooka Horny Nephews - Douglas Mayweather

DESCRIPTIONThis collection of eight incest stories covers a wide range of emotions. Uncles craving their nephew's bodies. Nephews exacting sexual revenge on their uncles for slights. Deceit, lust, non-consent, but also love are what drives these men to commit the acts they do. These stories are told with explicit detail. Read them and enter the world of lascivious, forbidden incestuous sex.EXCERPT“Is this what you wanted to show me?” he asked, looking up at Kevin.Kevin grinned that shit-eating grin and said, “Yeah, I thought you might want some of it.”Barton said, “No, I want all of it, but not like this,”Kevin wasn’t wearing a belt and Barton unhooked his pants and they fell to around Kevin’s ankles. He was pleased to see hair. If Kevin shaved he did it discreetly. He unbuttoned the remaining bottom buttons of his shirt and placed his tongue against Kevin’s bellybutton and stood, running his tongue up his stomach and over his chest, arriving at his neck.Kevin thought, ‘This isn’t how this was supposed to go.’ But his cock was rock hard and right now he wanted to cum more than he ever had before. Barton pulled off Kevin’s shirt so he was standing there fully naked, his cock sticking straight out in front of him. Barton grasped his shoulders and turned him around, pushing him so he sat down on the bed.“Take off your shoes,” he commanded.Kevin began untying his shoes while Uncle Barton pulled his shirttail out, unbuttoned it and pulled it off. He pulled his T-shirt off over his head and Kevin noted how the hair on his chest and stomach glittered silver in the light from the bedside lamp.“Lie back,” Uncle Barton said.Kevin scooted back to the middle of the bed. Barton sat down on a small chair and pulled off his shoes and then his pants. He stood and folded them and hung them on the back of the chair. He unsnapped his boxers and let them fall, kicking them to one side.‘Jesus,’ thought Kevin, ‘I guess big dicks run in the family.’Uncle Barton climbed on the bed and spread Kevin’s legs. Kevin wasn’t sure what was going to happen, and wasn’t sure he was in a good place right now. But he knew he wanted his dick sucked more than anything. The tension had built up. He had to cum, and soon.

Opinie o ebooku Horny Nephews - Douglas Mayweather

Fragment ebooka Horny Nephews - Douglas Mayweather

by Douglas Mayweather

(Eight Gay Uncle/Nephew Stories)

Published by Lot’s Cave

Eight Gay Uncle/Nephew Stories

Horny Nephews, © 2016, by Douglas Mayweather

All Rights Reserved

Cover by Lot’s Cave

All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only and may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this ebook with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this ebook and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to the Lot’s Cave website and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

A Lot’s Cave Novel

CONTENTS

Story 1 : Bringing Out My Nephew

Story 2 : Plowing His Uncle

Story 3 : An Uncle at Both Ends

Story 4 : For Giovanni

Story 5 : For the Love of Mike

Story 6 : Blasting My Uncle

Story 7 : A Legal Seduction

Story 8 : Saving a Wounded Vet

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Author’s Note

Family Exotica

Taboo Erotica

Other Novels

Story 1

Bringing Out My Nephew

My nephew was an almost exact copy of my brother. He could have been my son, if I had ever had one. But I had been hot for him since he was fifteen. For these long four years I had wanted to get in his pants, but didn’t know how. If I only had known how easy it would be.

Everyone in my family knew I was gay, even though I hadn’t “come-out” to them. But they would have been stupid if they hadn’t known, considering my age and life style. But it was something we never discussed. I didn’t see any reason to, and my up-tight brother and religious-nut sister-in-law chose best to ignore it.

One afternoon my aforementioned nephew, Cale, unexpectedly dropped by. He was dressed in a jogging suit. We plopped down on my old beat up blue sofa.

I looked at him. “What’s the deal with the outfit?”

“I was going jogging, but the sun is beating down out there.”

“You’re over-dressed. You should be in a tank top and skimpy shorts. Why cover up that gorgeous body? Show it off. If you got it, flaunt it.”

He chuckled. “Thanks.”

We continued talking for a while about I don’t remember what, then for some reason I decided to make my long delayed move. Why at that moment I can’t say.

I put my hand on his leg just above his knee. “Cale, I want to talk to you about something. Just hear me out. You know I’m gay, but do you know exactly what that means?”

“I’m not stupid Unc, of course I know. You think I’m still twelve?”

“What I mean is, have you ever thought of exactly what I do?”

“Well, no. I’d guess there are any number of things you can do, so I don’t know which you prefer.”

“Well, as a matter of fact, I do it all. You name it, I do it. But think of some of those things. Picture them in your mind. Run through them.” I used my thumb as if I was rifling through the pages of a book. “Do any of them intrigue you, turn you on?”

He frowned and jerked his head back. “Wow. What a question. Still…”

We looked at each other. I moved my hand up his leg till it was next to his crotch. He didn’t move or look away. I shifted my hand over and felt his cock. I was elated that what I felt through his pants felt like a nice-sized piece of meat. I rubbed my hand over it. He continued to look in my eyes, then looked down at my hand and his growing cock, and back up at my eyes.

I asked, “Can I?”

He shrugged, “I guess. OK.”

I pulled down the front of the waistband of his pants so I could get his now hard cock out, but he raised his ass off the sofa and pulled them down to just above his knees. His cock was longer than I would have thought.

I bent over it and with my tongue licked all over the head and then covered the head with my mouth. Putting my tongue flat against it, I slid down until it hit the back of my throat and I could go no farther. There was still a way to go, but the large amount I had in my mouth was making me very happy.

Cale only said, “God. Jesus. Holy shit.”

I was glad his mother wasn’t listening in. I would slowly go up and back down a far as I could a dozen or so times, and then quickly bounce my head up and down for a while, then return to the slower and longer strokes with my mouth.

I had pushed the bottom of his jogging suit jacket up a couple of times to get it out of my way. He unzipped it and pulled it open. I licked his stomach, pushing the tip of my tongue in his bellybutton, and then went back to his cock. It turned out this was not only his first cock-sucking, but his first sexual experience. I was thrilled it was with me.

When he came he sounded like he was biting his tongue to keep from screaming. After a brief recovery time, while I was still licking the last of the cum from his cock, he said, “God damn, Unc, I didn’t know it was going to feel like that. I had no idea.”

Well, of course, once indoctrinated there was no turning back. We got off the sofa and he pulled up his pants and tucked his cock back in, but didn’t bother to zip up his jacket. He said, “I’d better get on home.”

“OK. Thanks for dropping by…and everything. Come back soon.”

He laughed. “You know I will.”

A couple of weeks went by with no sign of Cale, and I was getting a little worried. I knew as a nineteen-year-old he had a full social life, plus I remembered he was playing a dangerous game. He had two girlfriends he was juggling, and it took a lot of time. But I was worried he had had second thoughts and regretted what we had done.

But then he showed up, explained he had been in the middle of end-of-school-year final exams, and had been swamped. We did it again and I sat on the sofa and had him get on his knees on the sofa and fuck my mouth. He loved it.

Another ten or twelve days went by and he called and asked if he could come over. I of course said yes. He said he had been by twice, but I hadn’t been at home.

This time I had him fuck my face again, but I lay upside down with my legs over the back of the sofa and my head hanging over the edge, so he could get more of his dick down my throat.

However, he was too tall to do that comfortably and after several minutes his legs got tired, so I stretched out the length of the sofa and he got over me with his head pointed in the direction of my feet and fucked my throat. Both of these last two times I had insisted he strip naked.

The very next time I also got naked and when he was sitting on the sofa I knelt on the floor between his legs and not only sucked his cock, but licked and sucked his balls. I licked every inch of his flesh within about six inches from his cock, which meant under his ball sack and his belly button and his legs.

I had him stand up and I was still on my knees. I told him to fuck my face and he naturally grabbed my head and thrust his cock in and out of my mouth while I was jacking my dick.

He hoarsely said, “God Unc, you really love my cock, don’t you?”

My knees were getting sore, so I pulled my mouth off his cock and told him, “Sorry, my old knees hurt.”

He sat down on the sofa and before getting up I said, “Yes, I love your cock,” and kissed it several times.

I got up and sat down on the arm of the sofa, just to get my breath back. To my complete surprise he leaned over and took my hard cock in his mouth and went up and down on me a dozen or more times. I could tell he had picked up how to do it, but he stopped.

He looked up at me. “Sorry, I don’t want a mouthful of cum.”

“That’s OK. I do.”

And I pushed him back and slid down to the sofa cushions and sucked him off, which didn’t take him much longer.

When he was getting dressed he said, “Unc, you once told me you like to do it all, so next time, can I fuck you?”

“Cale, you read my mind. That was the next thing on my schedule.”

The following few times I had him fuck me, and showed him different positions each time, but I continued to suck him before I let him stick it in. And eventually I rimmed him, which had him climbing the wall.

By this time Thanksgiving had come and gone, one of his girlfriends had dumped him and he had told me dozens of times how much he liked fucking me. Then the day came when I had him on his back on our sex-sofa with his legs up in the air and my face smashed in his ass crack and my tongue busy on his asshole.

I came up for air and he said, “Unc, fuck me. I want to know what it’s like, so do me. Fuck my ass.”

I had to go get some lubricant. My ass didn’t need it, but I knew his would. I smeared it in his asshole, working it in with my finger. I sat on the sofa and had him straddle my legs and put the end of my cock at the opening. He had fucked me like this, so he knew what to do.

Once the head of my cock went in he slid down until his butt sat on my groin. I pulled him back so he was lying against my chest and I could grasp his cock. I then fucked him, starting slow and gradually picking up speed, until we both were panting and groaning.

He began to say, “Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh God. Shit. Oh yeah. Fuck.” And so on until I filled his ass with cum and he shot off.

Well, he never has sucked me off, and he seldom goes down on me, but we take turns fucking each other. When I fuck him I suck him off, and when he fucks me I jack myself off.

I have no idea how much longer this will continue, but it’s soon going to be our first anniversary. He still is going steady with his girlfriend, but I haven’t heard any rumors about a wedding. But I have to admit, when I started this I had no idea that all this would happen, but I have no regrets.

Story 2

Plowing His Uncle

Buster didn’t like his Uncle Colt very much. He thought he was a loud blow-hard who was full of shit. He couldn’t have explained why, but he’d love to put him in his place. To show him he wasn’t such hot shit.

Colt was a good-ol’-country boy. He’d been born and raised on a farm, but the farm was no more. He made a pretty good living repairing farm machinery. Maybe he was a little loud and bragged too much and spouted bull-shit, but most people found him easy to get along with, full of laughs, always ready to help and generous. In other words, they liked him.

It had been a bad week for Buster. He worked in a feed store, and earlier in the week a fifty pound bag of corn he was carrying had split open and corn had gone everywhere. He had slipped and fallen on his ass and the other guys had split a gut laughing at him. On top of that, he’d had to clean the mess up.

Then a shipment of grain he’d picked up at the train station came up a bag short, when he should have made sure the order was complete when he signed for it.

And yesterday his pick-up had broken down. The universal joint had broken and damaged the drive-shaft, and it was going to cost a pretty penny to fix it.

Buster had a secret life no knew about. Sometimes late on Saturdays, after the local bars closed, he’d drive fifteen miles to the county seat and go cruising. He had learned through trial and error where the best streets were to find what he was looking for; guys who would suck his cock or liked to take it up the ass.

He wasn’t too particular. They could be any age within certain limits. He didn’t care if they were skinny or chubby, as long as they weren’t as fat as a hog. He didn’t care if they were dressed in jeans and boots, or in suits, or dressed up like women.

He even had a favorite which might had surprised some people; “she” was a young black “girl” who was really kind of pretty.

Buster usually just unbuttoned his jeans and pilled his cock out and let whoever go at it. Or, if in the mood, he found a well-hidden spot, and they got in the truck bed, where he carried a blanket, and he pulled his jeans down to his knees and had his chosen partner bend over while he plowed their ass.

You’d expect such sex would have turned his conquests off, and over time the word would have spread, but buster had one advantage. Besides being good-looking, he had a BIG cock, both long and fat.

Usually when he went cruising it was a spur-of-the-moment thing – the bar would close and he’d decide he was horny. But this week his dick had been getting hard all week, and he was looking forward to going and having it serviced – and now his fucking truck was kaput. He was in such a foul mood his Ma was getting tired of him. This Saturday night Colt brought by a twenty-five pound bag of flour Buster’s Ma had asked him to get her. When he was leaving Buster was sitting in a rocker on the front porch.

Colt asked, “What’s up? Why are you sitting out here on a Saturday night instead of kicking up your heels?”

Buster didn’t even want to talk to him, but said, “My fuckin’ truck’s busted. The fuckin’ universal and drive-shaft are shot.”

He hoped he was out of earshot from his Ma.

Colt whistled, “Man, that’s gonna cost you.”

Buster looked at him. “You think?”

Colt said, “Well shit, I’m headin’ to the Stampede, if you wanna tag along.”

The Stampede was Colt’s favorite Saturday night beer joint. Buster had no desire to spend even a minute listening to Colt’s bull, but the bile was bitter in his mouth, and he couldn’t sit here stewing all night.

He said, “Gimme a minute,” and got up, went inside and pulled on his boots and slicked down his hair with some pomade.

The bar and people and music didn’t help his mood at all. He stood at one end of the bar, watching Colt slap his buddies on the back and laughing his fool head off. He watched him as he two-stepped around the dance floor with one bitch after the other. These stupid cunts liked Colt’s rough looks.

He may have been good-looking once, but to buster’s cold eye that time had passed. He nursed his beer as he watched Colt drain one bottle after the other. God, he hated him. No, that wasn’t true. Colt wasn’t good enough to deserve his hate. He just wanted to bring him down to size.

By the time the bar closed Colt was pretty plastered. He stumbled twice on the way to his F-150.

Buster said, “Colt, why don’t you let me drive?”

Colt said, “Hell no, I ain’t gonna let you screw up my truck like you done yours.”

Buster said, “I didn’t screw up my truck, the fuckin’ universal broke, that’s all. You know I ain’t never had no accident. Besides, I might have to buy a new truck, and I ain’t never drove one of these and I wanna see how this baby handles.”

Colt said, “Well, OK, but if you fuck it up you’re gonna hafta buy me a new one.”

He tossed the keys to Buster and went around and climbed in the passenger side.

All the way home Buster kept thinking how he should be heading to his favorite cock-sucking spot. He had to reach down a couple of times to adjust his half hard cock. The logical thing was to drive himself safely home and then let Colt take his chances on getting his ass home. But that wasn’t his plan, if he had one.

The other thing would be to take Colt to his place, drop him off and then go on home and take the truck back to Colt the next morning. But that wasn’t his plan either – and now he had the beginning of a plan.

Colt was drunk as a skunk, but not the pass-out kind of drunk. He was wide awake and would sing part of some song he’d danced to half-a-dozen times then burst out laughing at some stupid idea that went through his stupid head. He’d punch Buster on the shoulder, and then threaten to tickle him. God was he stupid.

Buster said, “What happened Uncle Colt, you didn’t get no pussy tonight.”

Colt sang, “No, no pussy for me tonight.”

Buster continued, “I bet your cock is crying, ‘why didn’t I get no pussy.’”

Colt said, “Yeah, that’s right. My poor cock needs some pussy.”

They got to Colt’s house and parked the truck in the driveway. Colt got out and almost fell.

“Whew, I’m loaded. Help your ol’ Uncle Colt, Buster.”

Buster got him in the house and dumped him on the sofa, Colt laughing stupidly.

Buster said, “Ok, let’s get you ready for bed.”

He pulled off Colt’s boots, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them and his drawers off at the same time. While working up a sweat dancing Colt had unbuttoned his shirt, so it was easy for Buster to pull it and then his T-shirt off. Colt was half sitting, half lying on the sofa completely naked.