The Start of Co-Inhabiting with My Uncle
That nagging itch was driving me mad. I hadn't scratched it in ages, and I constantly felt restless and edgy. Even the smallest things would turn me on. It seemed like my days of peace and relaxation were over.
Looking back, there was a time when things were much simpler. During my high school days, my dorm warden was the one who introduced me to love. He was quite a bit older than me, around 49, to be exact, and I was only 18. We had a lot in common, and he took me under his wing, showing me the ropes. He invited me over to his house one day and asked me about masturbation, if I had a girlfriend or boyfriend, and if I knew anything about love. I answered honestly, saying no to the girlfriend question, and he could tell I was aroused. With that, he placed his hand on my thigh and gently stroked my crotch. Just a few rubs were enough for me to blow my load in my pants. He then took off my pants and helped me clean up. He taught me how to pleasure him orally, and he blew his load in my mouth. I loved the taste and feeling of his sperm, and it sparked my interest in cum. Over the next two years, he fed me his load on a regular basis.
In those early days, he showed me how to wax my entire body for him. He understood the needs of an active youngster and would make me cum with just his hand while taking showers, before bed, and whenever we were alone. I looked forward to seeing him, and I loved the feeling of his hand stroking my dick. To start, he just used his saliva, but when we started having sex, he would use plenty of lube to ensure I was comfortable. To this day, the memories of him stroking my cock to orgasm are the most erotic moments of my life, and I still get turned on thinking about it.
We had our first time about a week after that first encounter. It was thrilling, romantic, and electrifying all at once. I was lying on my back when he entered me, and I came the moment he touched me. His years of experience showed as he used plenty of lube so I wouldn't feel a thing. I've heard that some bottoms lose interest in sex once they cum, but that's not been my experience. Perhaps it's just me, or maybe it's because I've been groomed for it. We had sex for hours every day, sometimes several times a day. He made me cum, but never came himself. After a few weeks, he would cum two or three times in a row, then take a break for a week or so. And soon, the cycle would start over again.
At first, our lovemaking was plain and simple in the missionary position. Eventually, I was on all fours with him behind me, and then we added a new dimension to our lovemaking. After I came on my belly one time, he picked it up and made me lick it off his fingers. We both enjoyed it, and it became a regular practice. He'd collect my sperm in his hand, and I would lick his fingers clean.
We experimented with other things too. He liked it when I wore just a waist chain and anklets during sex. He explored my submissive side. He stopped making me cum during sex, and after a while, my hands-free orgasms became my only source of relief.
From the age of 18 until I was 22, I had regular sex. We lived together like two cohabiting lovers. I was horny but also satisfied, so I could focus on other areas of life and was generally happy and confident.
I developed intense feelings for him. Was I falling in love with him, or had I already fallen in love with him? I used to visit him after I left school, and I still do on occasion.
Over a year had passed since my last sexual encounter. The itch needed to be scratched, and the only cure was cum in my body.
Now, at the ripe age of 21, I was horny again.
This was the backstory as I was instructed to stay with Uncle Mohit for a few months.
Uncle Mohit was in his fifties, fit and well-built, with a tall, strong figure, a beard, and intense, mysterious eyes. He was living alone, and I hadn't seen him in years. I couldn't even remember what he looked like, but he was the only family we had left. So I was told to live with him for a while.
Delhi was far away, so I took the train to get there. The weather was gloomy and rainy that day. Uncle came to pick me up from the train station. I had a clearer memory through a photo of him, and he looked like a fit man in his fifties with a stubble, sharp features, and deep-set eyes. His expression was both intense and enigmatic.
The streets of Delhi flooded like a river exploring new land. Folks dashed for cover from the downpour beneath anything conceivable. Marketplace vendors offered up items from $1 fake shades to pakodas and chai. We navigated chaotic traffic in a tiny hatchback. Swarms of vehicles and individuals swayed beneath the Metro bridge. Regulations shift, while others stay constant.
Our journey to his living quarters consumed approximately an hour. The dwelling was a humble one-bedroom studio on the fifth floor of a dusty erection. Yet a comfy nest in Delhi's main neighborhood, I pondered.
My uncle was a devoted smoker. The instant I stepped within his vehicle, I could see this. His abode exuded the same affliction. The bathroom - a minuscule 4x4 zone, antiquated, tarnished endowments festering with wear. The shower - rusty - functioned. A water heater was assembled - triumph!
The resting room was pint-sized, and almost entirely swamped by a double bed. There was a television, and a cinder block next to the side table. A somewhat roomier foyer appended by a minuscule kitchen wrapped up the household grands tour. Thankful for any scratch of a place, and this was fair to start.
Uncle said the couch in the central hall would be my bed, but looked a characteristically small number, ostensibly satisfying for the intended purpose.
I pay a visit to the shower prior to any undertaking, to clear off road dirt. The water was effectively heated by the archaic heater, and I basked under the hot shower. Subsequent to stripping off, I noticed a young man lounging on the couch. He was roughly my age, perhaps two years younger, maybe 19 or 20. Introduced by Uncle as a pall, but I couldn't fathom why this smaller person possessed a fixture two aeons his senior. I was parched, so after a minor meal, I heeded to my couch, while Uncle and his pal watched RuPaul's Drag Race in his bedroom. I nestled onto the aged pillow.
Later that evening, sleep grabbed my eyelids, and I dreamt myself piloting a rowboat along a waterway as my consciousness detached, and when they returned to my face, The urge to possess that couch as my own seized me. I sailed down the passage to the bathroom, and while engaged in a comfort break, I detected muffled moans in Uncle's bedroom. It seemed as if someone was attempting to silence themselves, but the noise escaped. I concluded someone could be ill or in suffering, so I rode my way to Uncle's quarters to ascertain if perhaps I could help.
The door to Uncle's room wasn't locked, so I inched it open gently. The room was shadowy, yet not obscured. His buddy was positioned on all fours on the bed, and Uncle was penetrating him from behind. Both were exposed, naked. Uncle manipulated his buddy's foot with one mitt, and sized his rump with the other, as he violated the teenager with unflagging voracity. The young fellow gripped the sheets with his mitts and groaned into the plush. Uncle would conceal his colossal, thick penis entirely before plunging it profoundly in, thus his heavy balls snapped onto the youngster's diminished ones. A wet patch on the sheets below the youngster, and his spent cock indicated he delivered cum.
My eyes locked with Uncle's, who still pierced me through. We both gawked at one another for what seemed like a million years, while he mated his acquaintance behind closed doors. I crumpled back into the living room, and bolted the door.
My member was as solid as a steel rod, unentrusted. Sleep evaded my gaze, and also I detected visions of spanning his cordovan backside as I imbibe his cherries.
The ensuing morning emerged grim, or so I had willed, nonetheless, Uncle's colleague and I behaved as if not a soul had witnessed anything. My nervousness waned gradually, and over the course of the day, I'm learning to disregard the man in the room. An astonishing electrical intensity pulsated between us, a high voltage charge, an adjustment. The boy infiltrated Uncle's lair a second time.
One day, I entered the shower stall and switched the tap. Streams of hot water sifted over my flesh, rejuvenating me. My saintly reverie was interrupted by the creaking door. Uncle's pal emerged naked, and casually joined me beneath the warm water.
"If I may, could I venture beneath you?"
I nodded, reluctantly shifting aside to permit him an admission.
I also performed frequent body grooming, but his aesthetics surpassed mine. His elevation was around me. Only hair upon its skull crowned his head. Smooth as a baby's womanizer, he was, I noticed. Splashes of water bounding off his fastidiously cleaned figure. The pair of us shared a silent vista, handshakes exchanged, preparation for playtime.
I couldn't help but stare at his perfectly sculpted backside. He had the cutest little dimples, and a tiny waist. As he turned around, I got a glimpse of his 5-inch erection and slightly-sized balls. The smoothness of his body just captivated me even more. My gaze moved up to his toned belly, his hairless chest, his slender neck, and finally his captivating eyes.
"How do you manage to stay this smooth?" I asked rather spontaneously.
"I usually go for waxing. Shaving isn't thorough enough. He prefers me this way," he said with a naughty grin while looking me over. "What about you?"
"I shave mostly, but it's never as sleek as you, especially down there." I pointed at my groin.
He moved towards me and gently held my balls with his hands while caressing my cheek with the other. I jolted in surprise when he touched me. My already partially stiff dick began to grow.
"I can help you with that," he suggested, a mix of a proclamation and inquiry displayed on his face. I nodded, indicating my agreement.
He wanted me to lie face down on the ground and spread my legs apart. Obeying his request, I did so.
He poured some coconut oil over my groin region, then gently rubbed it around my rock-hard erection and testicles. My cock was straining to break free from its confines. He started to stroke my dick with one hand and rub my balls with the other. I held my breath and tensed as he continued. He sensed this, so he put a stop to it.
Recalling a shaving device he carried with him, he said, "Let's get you looking just like me."
He asked me to flip over, so I did. On all fours, I revealed my butt. He rubbed some more oil onto my crack, starting from my ass hole all the way down to my perineum and balls.
He proceeded to delicately shave the area between my butt cheeks and close to my anus with the device. It tickled as it glided over my dick. He held my balls in his hand and gently wiped over them with the shaving tool.
When he was done shaving, he told me to lie back. I obeyed his command. He poured more oil around my hole and ticklishly began to massage my anus with two fingers. I emitted a sigh of pleasure. He inserted a finger into me, followed by another. I tensed against his fingers while they were inside me.
Suddenly, the bathroom door flung open, and my uncle walked in. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of my friend standing beside him, his cock erect, and my uncle thrusting himself into him, ignoring what was happening before his eyes.
My friend pulled out his finger and stood up quickly. I remained on my back on the ground, still erect, my head arched downwards. I didn't know whether to leave or stay. What I saw next fascinated me beyond belief.
My uncle held the boy on his back, his legs on the back of uncle's, his hard-on facing me, while uncle pounded away vigorously, not giving a damn about the presence of another person. That sight alone drove me wild!
I couldn't hold back, so I stood up and pulled down my boxers. I stroked my dick in line with each of uncle's thrusts. The boy's moans made me squirm.
Uncle saw me and carried on. Then, he pulled out of the boy and quickly ejaculated onto his belly, leaving him in an ecstatic state. Uncle and the boy entwined themselves, basking in their afterglow.
I stared at my uncle's cum on the kid's body, feeling a bit jealous that I wasn't the one getting fucked. It seemed so fun, not just for the one being penetrated, but also for the one penetrating.
I returned to the couch, still fully erect. After about five minutes, the boy emerged from my uncle's room, completely naked. As he walked to the bathroom, he passed by me, and suddenly got on top of me, kissing me back and forth.
While we were making out, I took the opportunity to touch his hairless back, gliding my hands down to his firm buttocks. He rubbed his erection on my boxers, grinding without caring how much precum was drenching my underwear.
Eventually, we broke off from the kiss and laid on the couch together, staring at each other's eyes. "Charles, take off your pants," my boyfriend asked. "I want to fuck you."
I quickly removed my pants and underwear before repositioning myself under his legs. He entered me easily and slowly, like a lover making love. He began thrusting in and out while I moaned in pleasure.
After several minutes, the boy came, spilling his sperm all over my chest. Uncle came soon after, filling me up with his cum. As they both lay on top of me, I relished the sensations of each of their cock smoothly moving in and out of me.
It was like they were synchronized; the way they moved represented a beautiful dance of pleasure.
I pulled him off me and straddled him. I licked his neck and kissed my way down to his stomach. I kissed his silky, soft stomach, licking off the cum. He moaned, gripping the couch with his hands. I traced down further on his body. His balls had tightened and he was already semi-erect. I took his balls into my mouth and began to massage him. He moaned again and moved his hips in sync with my strokes, squeezing my fingers inside him. I placed my mouth on his penis just as he started to erupt. He didn't cum much but his orgasm seemed to go on forever. His cum tasted amazing. I savored his flavor and swallowed every droplet. He trembled slightly, then relaxed on the couch.
He looked breathtaking, nude and naked, cum on his belly, his half-limping cock, and eyes closed.
I pressed my lips to his and let him taste himself. I grasped his cock in my hand and massaged it. He cried out and writhed at first, but I persevered. Eventually, he began to push back against my hands, enjoying the sensation.
I speeded up my strokes, and his breathing intensified. I gripped his cock and pushed hard, as he tensed, and erupted. He released only a few drops of cum, but his cries and movements indicated a powerful climax. I scooped up the cum that spilled from his penis, and relished the taste.
He seemed even more beautiful lying down, his nude frame slumped on the couch. He gradually opened his eyes and smiled at me. It was a content, satiated smile. He was good for the night. His penis was limp and withered, and his balls were loose and empty.
He got up, kissed me goodbye, and went to Uncle's chamber. I thought I detected a gentle swaying of his hips as he walked away. I wanted to watch him sleep. I got up and made my way to Uncle's door.
The boy snuggled into Uncle's embrace, his face pressed against Uncle's hairy chest. Uncle's cock was semi-hard and pressed between the boy's buttocks. Uncle slid his hand down the boy's tummy and held the boy's drooping penis and balls in his hand. He kissed the nape of the boy's neck, and the boy sighed contentedly, now at Uncle's mercy.
Uncle put the boy on his back and kneeled between his legs. Since the boy was already lubed, Uncle's penis slipped in easily. Uncle held the boy's hands above his head, his legs over Uncle's shoulders.
Uncle humped him as fast as he could, wanting to find release. The boy, drained from earlier, remained still and relished the feeling of Uncle's thick cock sliding in and out of his well-slicked rear end. I had been in his place multiple times. When you're exhausted, you experience anal sex in a completely different way. You connect on a new level with your top. You experience intimacy, becoming the tool for your top's pleasure. Your pleasure comes from witnessing how much pleasure you're giving to your top.
Uncle quickened his pace, grunted, and pushed deep into the boy. He shuddered as he ejaculated into the boy's ass. Once again, the boy wrapped his arms and legs around Uncle.
They fell asleep in that position.
I retreated to my couch, my cock throbbing in anticipation.
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