Family ties (1)

At a recent family lunch I had a conversation with some of my brothers-in-law and at one point I asked about their son a young man of seventeen; he replied that Ricardo, or Rick as he was better known, had become a reclusive young man, with few friends and reluctant to get too far away from the company of his parents; still according to him the boy went out only to go to college and for some group work at the house of friends, sometimes he brought some close friend to play video games and the rest of the time he stayed in his room surfing the Internet. I was saddened by my brother-in-law whose look showed concern for the future of his son, but I did not know what to say to console him by limiting myself to a fraternal embrace. Later that day, I spoke with my brother-in-law's wife and touched upon the subject related to young Rick receiving from her the same concern as her husband with a disturbing addendum; she told me that the boy assumed his bisexuality in strictly confidential terms imploring that the father knew nothing; she as a mother acquiesced to the request of her son, but nurtured fears as to the possible love involvements of the boy in such a social moment loaded with intolerance and homophobia. At that time she did not restrain myself from offering my loans as far as possible and putting myself at her disposal as necessary; she thanked without restraining her dizzy eyes. I thought that in the end they might assume that my posture was nothing more than a mere figure of speech, but surprisingly, a few days later I got a call from my brother-in-law's wife asking if Rick could add me on whatsapp, as she thought a more experienced friend could help him deal with his doubts and uncertainties; I immediately volunteered to collaborate by allowing him to add me. Of course, it wasn't the first time, but a few weeks later I received a <unk>oi<unk> from Rick. At first our conversations were impassive and uncompromising with him always leaving something between the typed words. This languor continued for a few more weeks until the day he asked me how I would feel if I knew he was gay; I wasted no time in answering that I considered this a natural fact of life and that I knew what he was going through. <unk>How so? What do you know?<unk>, he typed back; I then went on to unfold a rosary narrating the discovery of my own bisexuality and the ambiguity surrounding this discovery; I told about keeping this discovery hidden and making the most of it without hurting or hurting the people I loved. After a dry spell, Rick typed asking if we could meet at what I had here. We had arranged for him to come to my house one morning when I was alone and he made up a story for his mother that she needed to go out to the college library to do some research; as soon as the bell rang I went to the door catching a glimpse of my crooked young nephew (I say crooked because, in fact, his kinship was with my wife); Rick was a beautiful oriental with a slender body thin lips and a face endowed with an exotic beauty; there was in him an insinuating androgyny that would surely attract the attention of scouts from the world of haute couture as well as from advertising agencies converging on a thriving career in either field. Rick was wearing bermuda jeans and a regatta T-shirt, and he gave me a wry smile as he stared at me; I invited him in and asked him if he would like some coffee; as he said he was passionate about the drink, we went to the kitchen where I prepared a full-bodied espresso. As I knew that depending on him our conversation would not evolve anywhere, I took the initiative to tell him about my discovery and also about the few experiences I had enjoyed immediately after the discovery; as I spoke I could notice a glow growing on the boy's face at the same time as his body expression denounced a certain excitement as my narrative took its course; when I finished a good cup of coffee, I asked him what he thought of it all; Rick bit his lips with a wistful grin, remaining silent for a few minutes. "And is it good? I mean, kiss?" he asked in an anxious tone, breaking the blindfold that had enveloped us. -Yes, my dear ..., it's very good! <unk> I replied with an emphatic tone <unk> I imagine that you have not yet kissed, nor been kissed ..., am I right? "Don't be embarrassed...just enjoy the moment and follow your instincts!" I said in a friendly tone as I brought my mouth to meet his; it was a shy and hesitant kiss, but one that soon grew voluptuous with Rick feeling free; it didn't take long for our tongues to begin a luxurious and endlessly delicious dance. Honestly, to this day I can't explain whether it was Rick's sweet inexperience or his arousing sensuality that made that kiss, and the ones that followed it, become something so striking and unforgettable that we remained hugged and kissed without stopping until we almost ran out of air; when we parted I held his hand again so that together we went to the living room and came to sit on the couch with the pretense of resuming our arrangement. However, as soon as I sat on the couch Rick came over me bending his legs around me and staring at me with an expression full of desire. We resumed the kisses that lasted for hours on end and when he gave me a break if he wanted to do anything more. "I want to, Uncle! Show me your cock?" he replied with a very sapid smile; as soon as I nodded with my head, Rick took a leap separating my legs so that he could kneel between them; with effusive gestures and anticipating me he himself took care to open the trousers putting my already stiffened cuff out strapping it with one of his hands giving light squeezes watching the glande swell. Before I asked him what he would like to do, the boy began to lick the glande who tasted like a delicious picolé, causing an immediate impact on me with my body being shaken by chills. -Hummm, what a thick itch you have, Uncle! <unk> he remarked between licks with a naughty chuckle. In a little while Rick popped the pipe, making it disappear into his mouth, showing himself to be a little lump full of desire; I stroked his head, urging him to go on sucking the gun without pressing it however, leaving him free to savor the moment; it was a delicious suck, one of those you never forget and always remember; and it was so good that it left me ecstatic to the point of not containing the joy that erupted in torrential jets of semen filling Rick's mouthpiece; I was frightened to think that he might choke, or even go wrong for it to be his first time; however, he again surprised me by holding the load in his mouth afterwards to display it to me with enormous pride before swallowing it without ceremony. At that moment I think he noticed my look of amazement with his versatility coming to make me suspect that this was not his first time. <unk>Ah, Uncle! I saw some videos, right? That's too easy!<unk>, he commented with a sassy tone when I asked about his oral ability and in the end we both fell into laughter. He looked at his phone warned her that she needed to go home so as not to draw too much attention from her parents to which I fully agreed. -Awnnn, Uncle ..., can I ..., come back ..., another day? <unk> he asked all dengosinho almost making me laugh. "You can come back whenever you want, see?" I responded with an affectionate tone to which he responded by embracing me and asking for one last kiss. After he left, I was deeply troubled by a feeling of guilt; after all, although he was not my family, he was my wife's family, so it didn't matter! But after a cup of coffee, that feeling dissipated, and I kept hoping for a new encounter. The thought of having an inexperienced young man in my care excited me beyond measure. A few weeks went by with an intense exchange of messages of all kinds, from memes to romantic thoughts and bordering on pure filth; on one of those occasions he sent a video in which two guys with sculptural bodies initiated a transaction full of sensuality that culminated in a fiery fuck that left me with a hard-on in the clouds. "Do you think we can try something like that someday?" he captioned the video. I contained my desire to laugh and replied that although I was no longer young I thought the attempt would be very valid. He typed a laugh and followed it by warning that he would come to my meeting the next day asking for permission to do what you did here in the first place. Rick arrived at the same time as the last time wearing a sticky bermuda and a very wide short-sleeved T-shirt; we had barely entered the house when he came up to me begging for kisses; we became engulfed in endless kisses and caresses; Rick was so horny that he seemed eager to expand his experience as quickly as possible and I had to restrain him so that we would not end up caught in the act. And as we parted he began to undress without me being able to do anything to stop him. Rick's nakedness filled my eyes, my body and my mind leaving me in a full state of ecstasy; the boy had a slender totally bald body with skin as white as snow; his tiny nipples were an invitation to feel them in the mouth and his below-medium-sized member, thin and also devoid of hair was something beautiful to be seen; when he gave me his back he leaned a little to project his small and wrinkled buttocks that would be able to drive anyone crazy, but especially me. "Won't you take off your clothes?" he asked with a brown tone as he ended up feeling helpless in front of an older and still dressed man. "Why don't you come over here and help me with this?" I retorted with an insinuating tone. Rick came in with a busy gesture, helped me undress; as soon as he saw me naked, he displayed a greedy expression; taking the lead, he knelt before me and began to kiss and lick my cock, which was already in a frank process of erection; his caresses made me shiver, experiencing small spasms and tremors; feeling that my pistol was at the point, the boy took it in his mouth, pressing me with another juicy suck; I let myself be carried away by the moment, but this time I did not want to lose my timing and make the most of that luxurious situation. After a long time, I got him up and led him to the couch to lie down, spreading his legs so that I could put my face between them; I started licking Rick's little pistol in all directions, feeling his stiffness become even sharper, making his dick curve upward; I noticed that his balls were somewhat disproportionately large to his own genitalia, and I decided to take advantage of this by alternately taking them in my mouth while I applied a gentle handshake to that interesting member. As I buckled the member, I made Rick twist and groan in excitement and begged me not to stop mommy from him. When I felt that I had left the moleque at the point I made him turn his body by getting on his stomach and offering me his beautiful bundle; I separated the buttocks and began to lick the drip pressing the doughnut with the tip of the tongue causing so much stuttering that he did not restrain himself between screams and moans; I salivated a lot about the area and then put the boy on the side making him flex his legs projecting his back; I took a position and brushed a few times before starting the attempts of penetration; he was very tight making it difficult for my strokes to advance; I did not give up and when I least expected I succeeded in breaking the forearms of the rift by introducing my gland. Rick released a more pronounced scream, because he did not flee from holding himself. -Argh! Ahhh! It hurts, Uncle! <unk> he babbled in a hushed voice <unk> It hurts, but I don't want you to stop, please! ..., Argh! Ahnnn! Push it! Push it hard! It breaks me! Argh! Afff! That's all I want more, Uncle! Although I felt a mixture of pity and guilt at that point in the game there was no turning back; I took a deep breath and kept shoving the thick brute into that little hole laced by the force interspersing moments when we could breathe a little; Rick was still moaning in pain, yet he gave no signs of retreat always asking me to continue; finally, we reached the bottom with me feeling the balls rubbing on the warm and soft fabric of the river; although I thought it was the ideal time for a break Rick's insistence that I start the fucking viciously forced me to comply with his plea. At first I struck with cadence and depth, but gradually I intensified the blows even more making Rick groan and scream signalling that the pain still persisted assaulting his body and his mind; I had the impetus to stop everything because I feared hurting him too much, however, at some point the screams and groans gained lascivious contours indicating that the pain had been supplanted by pleasure and Rick took his hand to his pistol applying a vigorous masturbation that soon gained synchrony with my always vigorous kicks. We were one step away from Nirvana and the sensory experience gained renewed contours of superlative ecstasy, with both enjoying indescribable pleasure that gave no sign of cooling. "Uncle! Argh! Ahnnn! Uncle, I'm going to have fun! ..., have fun with me, have fun!" he murmured, speeding up the manipulation of the limb and invoking in me a desire for enjoyment as a well-deserved prize for both; and finally, after a series of more forceful blows, my limbs tightened and a vigorous spasm put an end to everything with mutual enjoyment dominating our bodies and minds; I enjoyed with such intensity that I could feel the caudate jets of semen irrigating my nephew's rectum who in turn also experienced an abundant fun pouring his nectar on the sofa. At the end of our interlude we were exhausted, with sweat pouring out of every pore and breathing remaining sharp almost to the point of exhaustion; I still enjoyed the sweet sensation of my limb becoming flaccid allowing me to slowly pull it back causing an inexplicable climactic sensation rattling my partner's body. I lay behind him wrapping his body around mine and we fell into this shell-like embrace feeling our hearts beating in the same rhythm until they lost their acceleration returning to their normal rhythm; I kissed my nephew's neck and nibbled at his ears listening to his hysterical twins with their almost licked little butt rubbing against my belly. Later we decided to take a shower and the little bastard didn't hesitate to steal a few kisses before he got down on his knees once more licking my cock until he managed to leave it erect so that he could taste it as he deserved; I ended up pouring sperm on Rick's little face who seemed in a trance enjoying an inexplicable wave of pleasure shaking his little body; I confess that the boy was enraged with fire to take the delay in discovering the delights of pleasure and complicity, because while we were getting dressed he didn't stop rubbing himself on me. "Fuck, Uncle! Don't get dressed! Let me rub your beautiful bundle!" he said in that demanding tone. And when I said goodbye, the little bastard was by my side rubbing his belly against my nostrils and rubbing his little finger on my cock; he ended up kissing my cock with such emphasis that we both got fed up and he kissed me goodbye. A long time later, Rick revealed his sexual condition to my brother-in-law who, showing himself to be the owner of a noble soul, accepted the news with affection and understanding; happy with life he told me everything and I was very happy for him and his family; with time Rick arranged some boyfriends who made a point of introducing me and I received them with affection and respect. Among them one stood out for the love he had for my nephew and the relationship of both gained contours of something more serious. "Uncle, I want you to know that whatever happens in my life, you were the best fuck I have ever had and that I will never forget!", he wrote in a message that left me in full joy. He replied that he would never leave me as I would never leave him.