I Didn't Know He Was My Nephew - 2. Chapter 2

I Didn’t Know He Was My Nephew

Chapter 2

“Did you say you’re falling in love with me?”

He looked like a deer caught in headlights when I asked him that question. Finally, after a few seconds that felt like hours, he managed to stammer out, “Ye ye yeah. I I I didn’t mean it, just forget I said anything. Love? It’s way too early for that kind of talk. Hell, I haven’t even known you a full day yet.”

“Oh, too bad you feel that way; because I was going to tell you I think I’m doing that too. Guess crazy runs in the family.” That got a good laugh from both of us. Once the laughter died, we both sat there in silence, expecting the other to say or do something first.

Eventually, my curiosity got to me and I needed to know. “How much did your parents tell you about me?”

He winced slightly at my question and took a few moments to consider his response. “Well, I knew I had an Uncle Jason who lived somewhere near Grammy and Pop-Pop. I knew you were younger than my dad. I was never told what caused y’all to stop speaking. Your name was never brought up around Mom. If she heard it, she would get pissed and who knows what would happen.

“A few years ago, I asked my dad about you. He didn’t really say much. He seemed sad, though. He did tell me to never let anyone or anything come between Layla and me. He said he wishes he could go back and at least call you. I asked him why doesn’t try now, well then, you know what I mean. He just shook his head and said he couldn’t. I think he thinks too much time has passed since then and it’s too late to do anything about it.”

“You know that’s the same excuse I tell myself. At first, I wasn’t going to even try to talk to either of them until I got an apology. Now I wonder if I was just being petty.”

“If what you told me my mom said is true, then no you weren’t. You still aren’t. She owes you an apology; so does my dad for not saying or doing anything. Hell, I think Grammy and Pop-Pop owe one too. I can’t believe you’ve spent that past twenty Christmases alone.” As he said that last part, he grabbed my hand and entwined our fingers.

I lifted our hands to my mouth and kissed the back of his. “Thank you for saying that. It’s the first time anyone in the family has apologized for that. Honestly, I always felt abandoned on Christmas Day.

“So, I need to ask, this isn’t weird for you? Knowing I’m your uncle and sitting here naked?”

“Why? Is it weird for you, knowing I’m your nephew?”

“Honestly, no. I mean I just met you last night for the first time. Maybe if I had seen you growing up and knew you your whole life, it would be a little weird. But, the fact we’re related doesn’t matter to me. I can understand why it could be bad if either of us were female, but since neither of us can get pregnant, there’s no risk of a child being born with defects.”

“That’s how I think about too. I don’t see anything wrong with two consenting adults doing what they want. We’re not hurting anyone. Still, I don’t think we should tell my parents or Grammy and Pop-Pop about us. I don’t think they would like that too much.”

“I agree. And if you meet any of my friends, we’ll leave out the nephew part.”

“The only one we might have to tell is Layla. She’s going to figure out that I’m seeing someone and when she meets you, she’ll have to know the truth. Especially if you and Dad ever start talking again.”

“Well, I’m going to have to call your dad sooner rather than later. I’ve been putting it off for a couple of weeks, but your grandparents fiftieth wedding anniversary is in a few months and I know they’re expecting a party and they’re expecting your parents and me to be there. I’m going to have to paste on a fake smile and act like I can actually tolerate being in the same room as your mother.

“So, do you really think Layla won’t care about you sleeping with your uncle?”

“I honestly don’t know if she’ll have a problem with it or not. She knows who I lost my virginity to and that never seemed to bother her.”

“Huh? Who did you lose your virginity to?”

He started to blush and looked away from me. “My cousin, Jamie. He’s Mom’s brother’s oldest son. He was a senior my freshman year of high school. He was one of the popular kids in our high school. One day, after classes, we were hanging out at his place. He suddenly asked me out of nowhere if I was gay. I told him I wasn’t sure and asked why. He told me he was horny and wanted to know if I could help him. Well, he didn’t fuck me that day. We only gave each other head. He’s the one who taught me how to suck cock. We did that almost every day after school since neither of his parents got home till well after dark. It didn’t take long until he talked me into letting him fuck me. It was obvious he was experienced, because he took time to loosen me up. He then slowly entered me and allowed me to get used to him. Once I gave him the go ahead, he fucked me six ways to Sunday and I enjoyed it. Again, this went on until the night of his graduation party.

“I had it in my mind that we were together. I thought he felt the same about me. Well, Layla and I went to his graduation party. When we got there, he told us hi and gave us both a hug. Mine was more like a bro-side-arm hug than anything. After Layla told him congratulations on graduating, he walked off without a word. It hurt my feelings a lot, but I decided to let it slide since it was his party and he was expected to make the rounds and be sociable. A few hours later, I decided to go looking for him. I noticed him walking upstairs, so I decided to follow him and surprise him. When I got upstairs, I noticed his bedroom door was closed. I walked over to the door and could hear music playing. Without knocking, I opened the door. Unfortunately, I was the one who was surprised.

“He was in the room with his best friend. His best friend was on his knees and had started getting Jamie’s dick out of his pants. His friend started panicking and went to stand up. Jamie put his hand on the other guy’s shoulders and looked at me and said, ‘Don’t worry, Joe won’t say anything. He’s a cocksucker too. Might even be as good as you Tony. Y’all want to have a contest and I’ll be the judge.’ Tony looked at me, shrugged his shoulders and went back to Jamie’s cock. I was rooted to the floor, unable to move or think. Jamie barked at me, ‘Either come in and close the door or leave. Hurry up and decide Joe.’ He then looked at my face and saw the tears running down my cheeks. He got mad and said, ‘Oh hell Joe. What’s your problem?’ The only thing I could think of was to ask, ‘How do you know how good Tony sucks cock?’ Tony looked over at me and said, ‘Because I’ve been doing it for four years.’ That was when I realized my cousin was an asshole and had used me. I ran from the room crying. I didn’t even bother to close the door. I found Layla. When she saw me, she grabbed me immediately and we headed for her car. On the way home, she asked what happened and I told her everything. She seemed to handle it alright, she was mainly pissed at Jamie for using me and taking advantage of me.”

“Damn babe, that sucks. I’m sorry your first ended up being a douche. Do you ever see Jamie now, do you still talk to him?”

He nodded his head. “Yeah, some, not at first though. He left for a summer vacation the next day and stayed away till the fall semester started at his school. I saw him a couple of times a year during his breaks, but we never did anything again. By the time he came home for Christmas his freshman year, I was with my ex. He did apologize to me at my graduation. He admitted he knew how I felt and continued using me anyways. He also admitted he brought Tony upstairs that night hoping I would follow and catch them and apologized for being an asshole. He said he didn’t know how to handle the emotional part of what was going on between us. He told me he and Tony were only physical, there wasn’t emotion involved. He said when he started falling for me, it freaked him out and he did the only thing he could think of.

“He then said there was someone with him who he would like me to meet. I followed him outside to the pool area. When we got out there, he called over a very nice looking guy who was a few years older than Jamie. His name is Paul and they have been together for three years. When he introduced me as Joe, Paul looked at him and asked, ‘The Joe?’ When Jamie nodded, Paul wrapped me a hug and whispered to me that when he and Jamie had met, Jamie was an emotional wreck because of what he did to me. Paul then apologized to me for what happened and I was speechless.

“Paul graduated two years ago and Jamie graduates at the end of the spring semester. They plan on getting married next fall.”

“Wow, that’s cool. Oh yeah, I was wondering. Would you rather go by Joe or J.D.? I would like it if you called me Jason. I put JT as the screenname because it was simple and my all of my email addresses are JT underscore Robertson at whatever dot com.”

“I think I like J.D. It’s something new and since I’m up here at UNT to start over, I think J.D. is a good start.”

“What made you transfer up here to UNT? I thought I heard Mom mention to someone you were going to UT.”

“I did. I just needed to get away from there. It was supposed to be me and Aaron, my ex, together at UT and having fun. After the breakup, I knew I needed to leave Austin and not look back.”

“Do you want to tell me about Aaron?”

He shook his head. “I’m not ready to talk about him yet. I mean, if you want me to tell you about him, I will, but it still hurts a little to think about him. We just broke up back in August. Well, he broke up with me in August. I didn’t see it coming.”

I noticed he started to pull into himself, so I said, “Hey, come here.” I pulled him over to sit on my lap. “You don’t have to talk about him until you’re ready.” I placed a soft kiss on his cheek. I held him close to me and he relaxed into the embrace. We sat there for a while, him in my lap while I gently rocked him and placed light kisses on his neck and shoulders.

I thought maybe he had fallen asleep. That was until he started moving on my lap. He ground his hips down and eventually worked it so that my cock was resting in the cleft of his ass. That’s when he moved his legs so he was straddling me. Once we faced each other, our eyes met and then our lips met. The kissing started out slow and gentle. At one point, he looked me in the eyes and I swear I saw some sort of fire blaze in them. He attacked my lips with such ferocity, it took me by surprise. I managed to pull away just enough to say, “Bedroom. Now.”

J.D. nodded and jumped up so fast, I barely saw him move. We practically ran down the hall and into the bedroom. He jumped onto the bed and rolled onto his back. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under his lower back and pulled his legs up and held them from behind his knees. This opened him up beautifully. I stared at his ass for a few moments before I dove onto the bed and started giving him another thorough rimming.

After about five minutes of me eating the sweetest ass I’ve ever had the privilege of doing, he said in a broken voice, “Jason, I need you inside me now. Please. I’m ready.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice. Hand me the lube.”

He passed me the lube and I greased up my fingers to work into his hole with one hand and my cock with the other. I lined my cock up to his awaiting hole. I looked down at him and asked, “Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t need to stretch you out more?”

“Jason, I need you to get in me now. Please just fuck me.”

With that being said, I pushed my way past the resistance and fully inserted myself into him. Once I bottomed out, I didn’t move. I gave him some time to adjust to the sudden invasion and to keep from blowing my load right then. I didn’t want this to end before it even began.

After a few moments, J.D. looked up at me and nodded. I shot him a wicked grin and pulled out till only the head was still inside. Then drove back home hard and a little faster. With each inward thrust, I added a little more pressure and a little more speed. Soon I was fucking his ass hard, deep, and fast. His mouth opened to say something just when I changed the angle slightly. I guess the new angle hit his prostate, because I heard a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl. His cock exploded and looked like a volcano spitting out streams of lava high into the air. His orgasm almost immediately triggered my own release. With a feral scream, I emptied myself deep inside him. I tried to roll over so I wouldn’t crush him again, but he wouldn’t let me move.

When his breathing eventually returned to normal, he looked up me and said, “That was…fucking amazing. I told you last night, I need your weight to anchor me here, otherwise I’d float away. I swear each time I think it can’t be better than the last, but it is.”

“I know what you mean. I agree. Come on, let’s get cleaned up. I swear, if I keep you around, my water bill is going to be astronomical. But it’s worth it. I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

We headed into my bathroom and started the third shower in the last twenty-four hours. While the water was heating up, I heard a phone ringing in the living room. I turned to J.D. and asked, “Is that your phone ringing in the other room? Can you go get it or do you need me to run and grab it for you?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll call whoever it was back as soon as we’re finished cleaning up.”

“Alright. Let’s get cleaned up and decide what we’re going to do for the day.”

We washed each other’s bodies. When he was washing my back, I noticed he was spending an awful long time soaping up my ass. I was about to turn and ask him if he was enjoying himself when I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. He then spread them far apart exposing my hole to the air. I just about lost it when I felt his hot breath on the exposed flesh. I was going to suggest we go back to bed; however, before I could, he started trying to rim me.

It’s been my experience that real life is nothing like the movies or romance novels. Shower sex rarely works out and it’s not a smooth and flawless experience. I mean, think about it for a moment. Normally, the space is already cramped because, unless you have a custom-built shower, you’re cramming two people into an area normally designed for one. Then you add in the water falling from above. The person who is on their knees normally feels like their drowning because the water falling on their head is cutting off the air supply to their nose. Then there’s also the fact that hardly anyone has unlimited supply of hot water to use. Eventually, the hot water will run out and then you’re taking a cold shower, and we all know the effects of cold water on the male anatomy. So, basically what I’m saying is, shower sex normally turns into a cluster fuck and it’s not worth the waste of time. Take the minute and go to the bed.

As much as I loved the attention he was giving me right then, I wasn’t ready for another round quite yet. I needed a little time to recharge my batteries. I turned around and pulled him up to look him in the eyes. I place a soft kiss on his lips and said, “Babe, I’m all for having more fun, but I just fucked you and blew a massive load. I need some time to recharge. I wish I was eighteen again and able to keep going. Let’s go start a fire and watch a movie. Besides, you need to see who’s been calling you.”

He smiled at me. “Even if all we do is sit around and watch movies in front of the fireplace all day and all night, I’ll be happy. But only on one condition.”

“Okay, what’s that?”

“We have to sit on the couch like we were last night and you have to hold me like you did then.”

“I will happily agree to that. I’ll hold you for as long as you’ll let me.” I then winked at him and we both started laughing.

He said between his laughs, “Oh my gods, we sound like a couple in some cheesy gay romance novel.”

“I know. I couldn’t help it. But seriously, come one, let’s get out of this shower and cuddle on the couch.”

“Lead the way sir,” he said with a shit eating grin.

“Sir? What, do you want me to call you boy now?”

“Umm, no not really. I was just respecting my elders, old man.”

“Old man? That’s what you’re going with?” I stopped and smiled at him. “Okay, as long as you don’t call me Daddy, I think we’ll be fine. I don’t want to picture my brother while we’re fucking.”

“Oh gross. Come on, why did you have to say that? Great! You’ve ruined sex for me now.”

I laughed and responded with, “Come on brat. The water’s starting to cool off.”

“Okay Old Man. Let’s go.”

After drying each other off, we made our way back into the living room. I went about starting a fire while he checked his phone. When I came back in the living room from getting some firewood from the back porch, he was talking on his phone.

“Yes, I promise you I’m alright. I just didn’t want to get out in the weather. I’ve never driven on ice before.” He paused for a few seconds. “I’m at a friend’s…Someone I met…Don’t worry about where I met him, just know that he’s a nice guy and he’s looking out for me…His name? It’s Jason…Why? What does it matter how old he is…Layla…Fine, he’s forty-two…Yes, I said forty-two…Don’t give me shit about this…Is it serious? Well, it’s complicated…Yes, I’m interested in him…Yes, he’s interested in me…Look, I can’t get into over the phone. Just trust me, please…Oh, I’m pretty sure you’re going to meet him…I think you’ll like him…Okay…Yes, I’ll be careful…No, I probably won’t be home tonight. I assume Mom and Dad called you last night to let you know they made it home…Okay good…Why do I need to call them? I just saw them yesterday…I don’t want to call her…Layla, stop. Please. There’s something going on and I really don’t want to talk to either Mom or Dad…Don’t worry about what the problem is, I’ll explain everything to you when I get home…Maybe sometime tomorrow. I’m not sure. Depends on how the roads are…I’ll call you let you know when I’m heading home…Yes, I promise…Okay sis, love you too. Bye.”

As soon as he hung up the phone, I pulled him into a hug and said, “Please don’t not talk to your parents on my account. My issues with them shouldn’t interfere with your relationship with them.”

“I’m not doing it because of you. I’m doing because if I were to talk to them right now, I’m not sure I wouldn’t say something I might regret. I need time to cool off, because the first words out of my mouth would be about how you were treated. That would lead to awkward questions, like how do I know exactly what was said twenty years ago?”

“Okay. But don’t take too long. You don’t want them worrying unnecessarily. What movie would like to watch? You’re choice.”

He placed a kiss on my lips and we sat on the couch. My back went into the corner of the couch and he settled between my legs. I pulled him tight against me and placed a kiss to the back of his neck. I then grabbed the remote and we went through the On-Demand selections. Finally, he decided on Clueless. I chuckled at his selection and he asked me what was so funny.

“Nothing, it’s just, I remember seeing this the theatres when it came out. I think that was back in 1995.”

“Okay, Old Man. Would you rather watch something else?”

“Just shut up and watch the movie, Brat.” As I said that, I tightened my hold on him. He was pressed as close to me as I could get him. We settled in and watched the movie. There were points where I think he was laughing at me more than the movie. I pretty much have the entire movie memorized and I couldn’t help myself from quoting the lines.

When I quoted the lines, “My doctor doesn’t want me doing any activities where balls fly at my nose…Well there goes your social life,” he fell off the couch laughing. Finally, he recovered and got back on the couch.

A few minutes later, his phone started ringing. He picked it up looked at the name on the caller id and sent the call to voicemail. I didn’t want to get into his business, but I wanted to make sure he wasn’t ignoring calls from his parents. His phone then beeped, I guess indicating he has a voicemail. Then a few moments later, his phone made a different sound, I’m guessing a new text message. He picked it up off the table, read the message, sighed, then turned off the screen.

I finally had to ask, “Is someone trying to get ahold of you? If it’s your parents, you can call them back. You can use the bedroom or office if you need privacy.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not my parents. I promise you I won’t ignore them if they call. I just won’t call them first.” He stopped talking and I thought he was finished. However, a few minutes later, he sighed and said, “It was Aaron. He’s been calling since school let out. Can we finish watching the movie, please? I don’t him ruining what’s been a great time so far. I promise, as soon as I’m ready to tell about Aaron, I will. It’s just hard to think about.”

As I looked into his eyes, I saw his desperate pleading. He didn’t want to think about Aaron, so I wasn’t going to force the subject. I placed a kiss on his cheek and turned back to the movie and pressed play. Once Clueless was finished, we decided to grab a bite to eat. I didn’t feel like eating leftovers again and there wasn’t much to cook since I hadn’t been shopping yet, so, we ordered a pizza.

About thirty minutes after I placed the order, I sighed and reluctantly said, “Pizza should be here in a minute. Let me up so I can throw on some clothes. I don’t want to scare the poor delivery driver by answering the door naked.”

“Do I have to move? I’m too comfortable.”

“Move it, Brat. You can stay here on the couch wrapped up in the blanket. I need to at least throw some shorts on so I can answer the door.”

He jutted his lower lip out in the most precious pout I’ve ever seen. “I don’t wanna. I want you to stay here, cuddled up with me.”

I sighed. He took that as a sign I had given into his demands. He was then completely shocked when I unceremoniously rolled him off me and dumped him on the floor. As I was walking to my room, I heard him say through his laughter, “You’re an asshole, Old Man.”

I yelled back, “But it’s a nice asshole at least isn’t it.” That was said as a statement, no questioning in my tone.

He returned, “Eh, I’ve seen better. I mean I do look in the mirror every single day and thank the gods for a booty like that.”

By this time, I had grabbed my shorts and a tee shirt and was walking back into the living room just as the doorbell rang. I kissed him on his mouth and simply said, “Brat,” and went to get our dinner.

On my way back to the living room, I stopped by the kitchen to grab some paper plates and couple of cans of Vanilla Coke. When I got back in the room, I went and set everything down in front of the fireplace. I then took off my shirt and shorts and sat down on the floor. After opening my Coke and grabbing a couple slices of pizza, I looked over towards him and asked if he was going to join me. I couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face. I swear, he was emulating a five-year-old. I don’t think his bottom lip could stick out any farther. I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Brat,” again and turned back around to face the fire.

Less than thirty seconds later, he was sitting by my side, helping himself to some of the pizza. After a few bites, he looked at me and asked, “You don’t really think I’m a brat, do you?”

I laughed and said, “I don’t think, I know.”

He started shaking his head and was a little irritated when he replied, “I am not. I was never spoiled…”

I interrupted him. “Stop right there, babe. First, let me start by saying, I know your mom and dad didn’t spoil you, but remember I know who your grandparents are. Second, I know who your grandparents are. Oh, and third, I know who your grandparents are and you damn well know you can’t deny the fact that on every Christmas Day for the past eighteen years you didn’t get each and every single item from you Christmas Wish List. Not just a couple of things, no, every single thing you and Layla asked for, y’all got on Christmas Day. Oh, and not to mention the fact that whenever they went to visit y’all during the year, they always came bearing gifts and took y’all shopping.”

“Grandparents are supposed to splurge on their grandchildren.”

“You know they went way past splurge and were on the far border of spoil.”

“Okay, you’re right. Hell, they bought me that truck in your driveway.”

My hand, with pizza heading to my mouth, froze halfway through its journey. I looked at him with what I was hoping to be a neutral, blank expression. “What did you say?”

“Umm, they bought that truck outside for me. They bought Layla her Mustang before her senior year. I guess you didn’t know that.”

The emotions going through me right then were far too much for me to handle. I choked out, “Excuse me, I’ll be back in bit.”

I practically ran from the room. I couldn’t believe what he told me. My parents made both my brother and me buy our own first cars. They helped with the down payment, but I had to work to pay for the note. It wasn’t that much since I bought a used car. But in my drive way was black Chevy Silverado that was maybe two years old. I think the thing I was most upset about was the fact that they never even hinted at the fact they were buying both my niece and my nephew new cars. And Steve let them. I swear he takes advantage of them every chance he gets.

I finally stopped for a second and thought about what was happening. It was then I realized I was acting like a child. I was acting jealous of my nephew over something he had no control of. I turned to head back to living room, but J.D. was standing in the door to my room holding the pizza box with both of our plates and the drinks on top. He was watching me and looked to be a little apprehensive.

I said, “Come here, please.” He crossed the room and I took the box from him and placed it on the floor, grabbed the drinks and plates and placed them on the nightstand, then I pulled him in a hug and whispered, “I’m sorry babe. I don’t know why I got so upset. Actually, that’s a lie. I know why. I was jealous. Mom and Dad made me buy my own car while I was still in high school. They helped with the down payment and carried me on their insurance, but it was my responsibility to pay the monthly notes. I was on such a limited budget I had to buy a used car. I just can’t believe your dad let them buy it.”

“If it makes a difference, Dad was going to tell them not to buy Layla’s car but Mom talked him into allowing them to pay for it. Then when it was my turn, his hands were tied because Mom asked him if it would be fair to me if Layla got a new car from them and I didn’t.”

“Are you serious?” I asked because I needed to know for sure. When he nodded his head, I scoffed, “Wow. If you don’t want to hear something negative about your mom, you better cover your ears.” I waited a few seconds to see if he would. He didn’t, so I continued, “You mother is a first-class-manipulative-psycho-cunt-whore-bitch. Thank the gods you didn’t turn out like her.”

He tried to keep a straight face, but it didn’t work. He let out a bark of laughter that brought a smile to my face. “You might find this surprising, but I’ve always thought my mom was…let’s go with socially awkward. With thing you’re telling me now, I can see she’s fucking crazy. She’s been on and off meds my whole life.”

“Really? Huh, that explains some things.” I started kissing him and led him to the bed. “Enough about families, exes, and anything else that is outside this house. Let’s finish eating, then we’ll see what happens.”

As soon as we were finished eating, I suggested we lay down for a bit before getting into anything else. J.D. agreed and we both got on the bed and lay down under the covers and cuddled up next to each other. This time though, it was my back pressed against his chest. I don’t think either of us actually fell asleep; but I know we did lay there for over an hour and didn’t say a single word. We just enjoyed the feel the other’s body against our own.

Finally, I rolled over and looked him in the eyes for a minute or so before I said, “I’m going to hop in the shower. You stay here, I promise I’ll be right back.”

His face lit up with a knowing smile. “Okay, but make it as quick as possible or I might start without you.”

I laughed. “How do you plan on doing that?”

“I have a right hand. Nothing has ever gotten me off quicker nor as often. It’s the perfect boyfriend. Always there when I need to get off. Doesn’t bore me with useless conversation. Doesn’t need to be constantly reassured of my feelings. It’s literally my right-hand man.”

“Very funny, Brat. I won’t be long, I promise.”

“Okay Old Man. Just don’t slip and fall and break your hip while in the shower.”

I responded with a chuckle and a kiss to his lips. “Fuck you, Brat.”

“I thought I was going to be fucking you this time. It doesn’t matter to me, I cool either way.”

“Brat!”

I could still hear his laugh as I closed the bathroom door. Ten minutes later, I returned to the bedroom to find J.D. resting with his back against the headboard, lazily stroking his very hard cock. I grinned at him and he said, “You made it just in time. I was afraid I was going to have to take care of this myself.”

I straddled his hips and looked him in the eyes. I started placing soft kisses on his neck and face. When I got to his mouth, one of his hands grabbed me by my neck and other started rubbing in the cleft of my ass.

The hand that was holding my neck pulled me in close to him and he attacked my mouth. While our tongues were doing battle for dominance of the kiss, his finger started massaging around my hole. I’m still not sure how, but somehow, he managed to find, open, and pour some lube on his fingers. He started lubing my hole. That was driving me crazy, so I broke the kiss.

“Here move down and lay flat on your back.”

He slid down in the bed and I sat on his chest facing away from him. My hands explored his body starting at his chest and ending at his waist. Once my hands finished their exploration, they went to work on his cock and balls. My mouth then followed the same path my hands took and I eventually ended with his cock deep in my throat.

While I was exploring his body with my hands and mouth, he was doing a similar exploration, only on a much smaller scale. Between his mouth and his fingers, I was certain I was going to make it much longer.

The prep work he was doing to me had me more than ready. I finally couldn’t take it any longer. I pulled up off his cock and said, “Babe, how do you want me? I’m ready and don't want to come until you are inside me.”

“Okay. Lay on your back. I love watching your face as I enter you and especially when you come.”

I laid down on my back and grabbed a pillow to place under my lower back. He lined the head of his dick up with my waiting entrance and started pushing in. I think I went straight to heaven then. He slid in me with one smooth slow stroke. My breathing hitched when he bottomed out and he stayed perfectly still. Finally, after a few moments for me to adjust to him, I looked at him and nodded.

He pulled his cock almost all the way out, leaving only the head inside. I expected him to slide back inside with a little more pressure and speed. Not my Brat. He held it there, not moving at all, and looked down at me.

With a shit-eating smirk plastered on his face, he said, “You need to tell me what you want me to do. Do you want me to go nice and slow and fuck you deep?” That’s exactly what he did as he said that. He kept that up for a few strokes, then stopped again in the same place. When I looked up at him, his expression was one of torturous amusement.

“Or, would you rather me fuck you as hard and fast as I possibly can?” He then began to do just that. My head involuntarily fell back and I screamed out an anguished cry of pure joy. “Oh, you like that don’t you?”

He kept that pace up for a bit longer before he said, “Is this how you like it? Come on Jason, use your words. You need to tell how you want me to love you.”

When he said that last part, he forced out eyes to meet. I saw nothing but pure adoration, happiness, and love. I started to come way to soon for my liking, and if the oncoming orgasm was going to be like the others, he would get off at the same time.

I started shooting everywhere. The first shot landed somewhere on my chest. The second shot actually made it on my face because J.D. shoved my legs farther up when he came deep inside me.

I looked at him and demanded, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Do you think you can keep going?”

He managed to respond through his panting. “Yeah, but I can’t keep up the pace we were going. Just let me catch my breath real fast.”

He started placing kisses on my neck and worked his way to my mouth. The whole time he stayed fully erect and balls deep inside me. When he finally reached my mouth, he took my breath away with the gentleness of kisses. He then started moving slowly but determinedly. This time he didn’t pull out hardly at all. This was a totally different kind of experience for me. He moved his hips in small circles, continuously applying pressure to my prostate.

The feelings were indescribable. Normally when fucking, the stimulus to my prostate is rhythmic, almost staccato. A pattern of pressure, no pressure, pressure, no pressure going hard and fast. This time, there was a constant pressure against my prostate. The circular motion of his hips didn’t offer any relief from the pressure.

Whatever he was doing, it was working because my cock didn’t lose any of its hardness. If anything, it was even harder than before. The kiss never stopped. He kissed me and fucked me slow and deep right up to the brink of another orgasm for both of us.

When he had us at the precipice, he pulled his mouth from mine. He looked down at me and as soon as our eyes met, we both came. He rolled off me, trying to gain control over his breathing. My heart felt like it was about to pound out of my chest.

I rolled my head his way as he rolled his towards me. At the exact same time, we said, “Absofuckinglutely amazing,” and started laughing.

About five or ten minutes later, I could feel the come starting to dry to my skin. I said, “We need to clean up soon. Dried come and body hair don’t mix well. You have energy to make it to the shower? Because I’m not sure I do.”

The little Brat literally jumped out of bed and said, “Come on Old Man. I’ll help support you. Then we can crawl back under those covers and hold each other all night.”

And that’s what we did. I awoke the next morning with J.D.’s back pressed tightly against me. My hard cock was nestled in the cleft of his ass. He pressed his ass against me hard and asked, “Are you going to fuck now? Do you have it in you Old Man?”

I laughed and said, “Fuck you, Brat.” I then rolled over and got out of bed and went about my morning routine. It didn’t take J.D. long to follow me mumbling something about brats, he’ll show me a fucking brat, fucking old man probably couldn’t do it again anyways. I looked at him and said, “Believe what you want, Brat. But trust me, this Old Man could bend you over this counter and fuck you until you didn’t know your name if he wanted to. You make me happy just being in the room with me. I don’t need to fuck every time my dick gets hard. You being you is enough for me.”

He looked at me and said in an awed voice, “That has got to be the nicest, sweetest, most loving, cheesiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” We both busted out laughing.