Building family bonds with Uncle Abel

[h1ddendesir3]

Even after all these years, I still can't wrap my head around how the pandemic changed so many lives—mine especially. If it weren’t for the virtual graduation and stretches of unemployment, I might still be motivated and naïve enough to believe in a life where I’d have a fiancé, spend nights in a place we shared with a mortgage and a couple of puppies. The kind of life that might warrant an editorial in Out magazine.

But those were old aspirations. I don’t fantasize anymore. I focus on the present. Any carnal desires or cravings I have, Uncle Abel can provide.

At the time around Summer 2020, I had stopped speaking to my parents, who were in Jersey, and my lease in Gainesville was about to expire. I was broke, living off my final paycheck from Walmart before my hours were cut and I was eventually let go. Nothing was working. Everyone seemed lost.

On my last day of work, I was scrolling through Facebook and came across a post from Uncle Abel—my Aunt Chloe’s ex-husband. He had written about the importance of reaching out to each other during difficult times and had included a link to a food bank collecting donations.

The last time I had seen Uncle Abel was when I was 19. Even earlier, when I was around 10 or 11, I remember staring at him longer than I did other people. He was an early sign that I was more attracted to men.

I recall a trip to Myrtle Beach when I was 15, over Memorial Day weekend. He wore a red Speedo, and it was the first time his figure truly captivated me.

He stood around 6’2”, bald, with a jet-black full beard and a broad chest, his pecs clearly defined. His nipples stood out, and the contour of his abs was visible even through his stocky belly when he stretched. He was fairly hairy, with curls covering his limbs—a perk of being part Greek.

Uncle Abel had always been kind and soft-spoken, a demeanour that contrasted sharply with his sturdy, imposing physique. Every time we talked, I struggled to concentrate on what he said while staring into his light hazel eyes. He was excellent at grooming his facial hair. 

At that Christmas dinner—the last time I saw him—Aunt Chloe announced their separation, though she emphasized that he would always remain a part of the family. Surprisingly, the mood didn’t sour at all. 

It was also the first time I drank. My parents allowed it and Aunt Chloe worked for a liquor store.

That night, after gulping 3 or 4 glasses of red, I was coming out of the washroom when I saw Uncle Abel waiting for his turn. I was already a bit tipsy and when the door opened I feigned a surprise reaction and held his arm with my right hand to tell him how the wine he brought was good. He laughed, telling me to take it easy. I didn't listen and slid the same hand downward to reach his back. I could still feel the fabric against the depth of it with his firm arch.  He held my hand back to restrain me but it was slick and without any hostility. He let out another laugh and tells me to calm down now before going in.

I waited outside til he was done. It went longer than my piss lasted. A number 2 maybe? Curiosity killed the cat when I put my ear close to the door and I heard the rhythm of skin slapping again skin. Was he uncut? I was getting hard now but I wasn't going to act on it. I hear a hushed sigh not long after and then the flush of the toilet. When the door opened, I stood at the opposite side of the hallway, tilting my head up and gave a wide smile.

He tells me that I've had enough for the night and that I should go to bed.

I tell him I will only if he tucks me in.

Another smirk formed on his spartan-like face. His thick eyebrows curved in amusement and he tells me that he's happy that I'm finally comfortable with my sexuality and how I have plenty of time to fool around when the semester starts again.

He even tells me that I should make the most out of my time there, since it'd be a waste for my thick dick sucking lips. I'm not sure if I heard it properly. A wink was the last thing he gave before going back to the living room. As for me, I went back to my room to jack off to the thought of Uncle Abel's uncut cock coming in my mouth without wasting a single drop. 

****

Since then, we kept in contact online with him liking some of my posts and us exchanging the usual wishes but my latent desire for him never resurfaced until I saw his post. It was August 2020 and I had turned 26 in February. I was already planning  to live in my beat up corolla, finding ways to overcome the heat.

I liked his post and messaged him;

"Hey Uncle Abel, great initiative there. Wish I could donate but thing's have been kinda rough. Hope you're well and stay safe during these times"

He replied within a few minutes. Asking me how I was and if I was okay. I tell him I was going to leave Gainsville, not sure of what my plan was but to drive south, maybe find something in Miami. He immediately called me after.

His voice was just how I remembered, a few octaves lower but his cadence was quicker, similar to the way I would talk. He tells me to not go to Miami but to Fort Lauderdale. 

"I'm not going to let my nephew wander and waste his time. It's also not safe right now with this virus. Come here, please. Don't make me worry bout you."

I didn't want to argue, it was an invitation that 17 year old me would have wet dreams of. I started the car after he tells me his address. Every hour during the drive he'd call to check up on  if we hadn't spoken in years. It was reassuring to have Uncle Abel, I felt more secured with everything that was going on.

Uncle Abel lived close to the beach. His house was by a canal and it seemed like he had established himself as the go to person for landscaping in Boca Raton. I parked next to his Audi in the driveway. When I rung the bell, the door opened without any delays and I see Uncle Abel with a mask.

He pulls it down and says "Hey, buddy" and I leaned in to give him a hug. I held him tight with no resistance, close to the verge of breaking down in tears, overwhelmed with gratitude. 

"Let's settle you in now, feel free to make yourself comfortable. In an hour, we'll have dinner."

I had a spacious guest room with a queen sized bed in between nightstands and a TV hung across. It didn't take long to unpack when most of what I had were sold off. I jumped on the bed and turned the TV on. The input channel on the top right indicated it was USB-C Hard Drive. The remote control I held was glitching with none of the buttons working but when I pressed play, a video started playing.

A title card appeared. 

"The Making of a Cumdump IV: Greg's Cuntification'"

In the same room I was in, I see someone who's probably around my age in a jock with his limbs tied to the bed post. Skinner but slender and tall. He was blindfolded with his ass lifted from a pillow being placed under. I then see Uncle Abel coming in full nude. Nothing short of my imagination. Just what I had envisioned. His cock was thicker than the cocks I've seen back in college. Lengthwise it hung off his crotch with his balls hanging down further. On his navel, a biohazard symbol ink centered itself. A sentence encircled the symbol, 

"Semen quod nos vincit"

He started telling Greg that his hole was still tight and that it needed more work, inserting his fingers into Greg, causing him to tense up. The ropes he was attached to  tighten when he pulled inwards. Uncle Abel hushed Greg to calm down, to give in and surrender his hole. It was what he had wanted.

"No turning back now Greg, you're already one of us, we saw the results. Be a good sport and be proud of decision you've made, can you boy?"

"I can, but Sir, your hands are huge, it's a bit too much" Greg responded in short breaths, bordering on painful.

"I know it is, but it's not too much. Give it time, let the shards do its magic and breathe slowly. Remember who you are and why you're here."

A jar containing some kind of shiny substance was by the nightstand. He coated his fingers before fingering Greg's hole.

For almost 5 minutes, Uncle Abel kneaded Greg's ass and toyed his finger in and out of his hole. Not long after Greg's breaths were heavier, mixed with slight moans that got louder. 

"Wow, Sir, don't stop please..."

"There's the Greg I know. You never give up. That's why you're one of us."

Uncle Abel then took out a chest underneath the bed to reveal different kinds of toys in sizes I couldn't comprehend. Greg took each of the toys without any hesitation. The pitch of his moans changed depending on whether he was taking in a dildo or beads. When Greg's hole turned wider and more hollow, Uncle Abel climbed onto Greg to finally plow him. 

"Damn Greg, you're still tight. Looks like we could use some backup, what do you say?"

"Yes, Sir, call the others, let them seed me too please."

"Good boy. Frank's on the way and I see Hunter's car outside. Don't move. Keep your ass like this, I'm churning my charged seed into your charged hole."

"You already came Sir?"

"Of course, boy, why'd you think I stopped for a bit? Here's another load."

Uncle Abel would clasp himself onto Greg each time he came, restraining himself by putting his head faced down onto Greg's back to exhale quietly. Gregg held the same expression of desperation and desire. His pupils were wide and glossy. I couldn't stop watching. I wanted to be Gregg. A wet spot formed through my jeans. My cock had never been this hard with precum.

Another man then entered the room. It was Hunter. Close to Uncle Abel's age. He wore a white tanktop and jeans, carrying a stocky figure with a trucker cap on his head with a pair of colourful oakleys. His arms popped out from his sleeves showing his huge guns.  He greeted them both casually, leaning down to Greg to ask him how his cunt is doing.

"I see that Abel's work isn't even halfway done yet, is it boy?"

Uncle Abel asks Hunter if he wants switch space.

"Come here, tell me if this boy's still tight"

Hunter took off his pants and climbed onto Greg's back. Uncle Abel moved to the other end of the bed with his legs spread out for Greg to  savour the cum off his wet cock.

"Aw he's loose alright, but this ain't a cunt yet"

Hunter was rougher than Uncle Abel. His cock was longer too. Each time he thrusts himself into Gregg, cum would splash out. 

"You know boys, I've been keeping this load for a week now. You're one lucky cunt, Gregg. And Abel, great job as always."

I couldn't make out what Gregg said, but it has to be one of approval from the muffled noise of him chocking on Uncle Abel's cock. He pulled Gregg of his cock to make him beg for Hunter's load. Hunter's pace never changed.

"I'm very close boy, you want my load? Give you a recharge?"

"Yes, Sir, recharge me with your load please. I need it"

"Do better boy, embrace the pig in you. You can do it"

"Please give me your seed Sir, I fucking need it it please I'm begging"

Gregg was slurring, pleading for Hunter to come. 

"Stay still now, we don't want to waste any of my viral loads. How's yours, Abel?"

Uncle Abel says that he doesn't know nor care. They high fived the moment Hunter climaxed. 

Gregg's hole was blooming with his sphincter closing and opening wide with strings of cum dripping down. Hunter brushed it to feed it to both Gregg and Uncle Gregg.

Another man then entered the room after. Frank.

"What's up boys? I didn't wanna barge in but my my, what do we have here?"

Just as I was ready to take my pants off to stroke I hear a knock. I flinched and turned the TV off.

"Hey bud, you ready to go?"

Bud. Hearing it now gave me goosebumps.

"Yeah 5 minutes!"

I quickly threw my stained pants off and put on a pair of khaki shorts. Uncle Abel brought me to a diner in Wilton Manors. There were a lot of men in this area, good looking and fit for the most part regardless of age. Took me a while to realize the neighbourhood was a gay one. So far I had never suspected Uncle Abel to be into men. From the way he and Aunt Chloe were together, you'd think that he was just a gentle giant who can be a bit flamboyant at times.

When the waitress took our order, there was an awkward silent. I didn't want to bring it up. I didn't feel like talking after the drive and what I just watched.

"It's nice to have you here Brad, your folks reached out to me when the lockdown started to ask of you. What happened?"

I didn't want to explain why I shut off from a lot of people, only that I had to just move forward. 

"Well..things happened. Did you tell them I'm here?"

"No.. you're an adult who can make decisions for yourself"

Decision.... would I be given the decision Gregg had? What were his that led him to end up on the bed?

"Yeah and really, I don't know how to thank you Uncle Gregg for letting me crash. It won't be long, I promise"

"I don't want to hear it. You can stay as long as you want to. Now tell me how you've been, really. I want to hear all about it. School, sports, whatever"

I tell Uncle Abel everything. I had nothing to lose so why hold back? I tell him how he made me realize my sexuality and that I still remember what he said at the Christmas dinner.

"What did I say?"

"That I should make the most of my dick sucking lips"

"Did you?"

Silent. It was hard to hold my bravado. Technically, I did. I'd go to frat parties and fool around with the insecure pledges or the big who's openly DL. I don't get fucked often and if it was, I always play it safe. The short lived relationships I've had can be described as vanilla and I mostly topped. Yet after watching that video of Gregg, I might have uncovered a scratch that I didn't know had existed in me. A kind of scratch that would convince me to be in Gregg's position. Bareback. I wanted to know what it was like to be bred.

Uncle Abel repeated himself, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Well did you Brad?"

"I did my best. One or two on a usual week, 3 or 4 if there's a party during the weekend. And you Uncle Brad? When were you into all of this?"

"Your Aunt Chloe was always aware of my....disposition. We ended things cause Chloe found the right guy at the end. No hard feelings. It has always been obvious."

I then felt his left foot close to my ankle, brushing my right calf upwards and downward, coming closer to my crotch. My expression froze.

"You always have that deer in the headlights look every time I see you, even after all those years. What are you scared of?"

I look down to see his foot in between my thighs, resting on the seat. 

"I'm..I'm not scared. It's just you....you make me feel weird, but not in a bad way"

I was already aroused. I saw no point in stopping him or moving his leg.

"As long as it's not bad, right?"

I responded with a smile. The food came after. I was building up the courage to ask him what I had watched.

In the car, I finally said it.

"I watched a video that was on the TV in the guest room. I couldn't stop myself. Do you do that often? What does your tattoo mean? "

I see Uncle Abel smirking before he responded. 

"The seed that conquers us. You like what you saw?"

"Yeah. What does it mean?"

"You're not ready for that, Brad. You still have a lot going for you"

"What happened to Gregg?"

"Gregg's still around. A fine man who's cunt gave us more recruits. Maybe you can learn the ropes a bit from him. No rush though"

"What recruits? The latin phrase, what is it? What am I not ready for?"

"Slow down now, bud. That Latin jargon? The seed that conquers us. The recruits? Just a few friends who I now call family. You're not ready cause you think too much. You don't know what you want."

"What if I want you to fuck me?"

"Not so fast, bud. We'll get there soon alright. Would you be open to Gregg and some friends joining though?"

"Maybe. Yeah. Only if you start first."

"Hah, see. There's the hesitation. You still have doubts. Finish the movie and then tell me if you're serious."

I went straight to my room once we were back. I continued from when Frank showed up. 

He was older than Uncle Abel. Late 60s and thinner than Gregg. His veins were visible across his body and you can even see his collar bones in detail. His hair was in a pony tail and his chest was grey and thick. He had a beer can for a cock, larger than Hunter and Uncle Abel. Hunter whispered to Gregg that Frank's here. Gregg replied with repetitions of yes thank you.
Uncle Greg was now also holding a pipe that he lit up to smoke for himself and the rest of the men.

Gregg began to act more feral after exhaling the clouds. I wasn't sure what it was, but it definitely wasn't weed. 

Frank was slower than Hunter, more intimate with the way his hands would caress Gregg's side and back. He was still tied up.

"Your pussy is starting to feel like a cunt, boy. Loose and tender like a well done steak. You're just a piece of meat for us, isn't that right?"

"I can be whatever you want Sir, just promise me that you'll give me your seed"

"Oh I will...don't you worry bout that. It'll be slowly but surely. You see boy, I don't just come, I leak like a broken faucet. See that cum dripping?"

 For a while, the men barely made any noise. Close to Frank and Gregg was Hunter who had been sucking Uncle Abel off by the nightstand.  I only hear the gush cum coming of Gregg's hole with Frank's thrust. It was hypnotic and I stepped into a trance.

Suddenly, a knock came on the door. I tell Uncle Abel to come in. He enters with a black satin robe. He sees the TV and me in my briefs laying with my hands behind my head, arms wide open with elbows out.

"Well you're quick. Enjoying it so far?"

"Yeah. This is better than porn"

"Sure it is. It's real. Want try something?"

He takes out the same pipe that was seen out from his pocket. On his other hand, a torch. 

"Don't move. Stay like that."

I stayed with my legs now stretched outward. I imagine if this was what Greg experienced but without the ropes restraining me. My back was also against the bed. Uncle Abel lit the pipe and brought it close to my mouth. I took a few deep inhales and exhales. I started to feel electrified, as if my senses were firing up. My eyes widened and I tried to stay still from Uncle Abel's instruction. My elbows were still up with my pits exposed and I started to sweat. It felt as if the the thermostat turned higher.

"Stay still Brad. Or do you prefer boy? Or are you a fag huh?"

"Whatever you want Sir.?"

"You'll be my boy for now. Fags are filthier. You're not filthy, are you boy?"

"What do you mean, Sir?"

"Your pits. They're filthy and could use some cleaning."

"Go for it Sir."

"Don't move, boy."

I continued to stay still. Uncle Abel climbed onto the bed and we were face to face with him a bit higher. He looked down on me with a kind of hunger, diving down to my pits without a warning. The smoke I had ingested made me immune to any ticklish feeling I would normally get. Uncle Abel lapped his tongue on each side in intervals, instructing me to open my mouth for him to spit in.

I was ravished by him. As aroused as I was, I couldn't manage a hard on. 

We kissed for the first time when Uncle Abel was done licking off my pheremones. I never thought I'd have his thick tongue dancing with mine in this moment. His robe had fallen to the floor and I could now see his tattoo in full. I also had the chance to have my gaze going down to finally see his beautiful uncut cock. It was hard and was tucked in a ring.

Once we had enough of each other, Uncle Abel broke off our kiss and tells me that I have a lot to learn. He tells me good night and that he'll see me tomorrow.

Just before he left to close the door he says..

"Ask yourself what you really want Brad and make sure you're certain of it. I trust you'll find your answers once you've reached the end of the film"

 

[negchaserlooking]

What a hot little story, can't wait to read more @h1ddendesir3

[h1ddendesir3]

The door closed and I was left alone with the video on pause. I clicked play.  Whatever Uncle Abel had given me earlier to smoke left an impression on me. I was hornier, more excited and incapable of staying still. Stroking my own cock was futile. I laid the same way I had with the video continuing. 

Frank had came in Greg for the 4th time. He called Uncle Abel to swap places. 

"Come here and assess this ass Abe"

Uncle Abel stroke his cock and it instantly turned hard. He positioned the tip of it to Greg's hole. He easily went in and before you know it, Uncle Abel exclaimed:

"Wow, that it's a cunt alright. You feel that boy? Only a cunt would suck a cock in. Other holes would resist but your puffed up cunt lips pulled me in. Excellent"

Greg only responded with "fuck yes, sir."

The men took their turns to dump another load in Greg.

By the time it was over, Hunter loosened the ropes binding Greg's limbs and took the blindfold off. He was cute and looked a bit geeky. The screen faded into black and a loading animation followed. 

Another title card appeared, this time it was set in the living room.

David's Ascent: Chapter I / V

A fit blonde guy, probably a few years older than me. Steady frame. Could pass off as a frat guy from the way his hair was styled. Uncle Abel appeared and sat next to him. He placed the pipe and torch on the coffee table. He put his hands around David to pull him closer, pointing him to the camera. 

"So tell me David, what brings you here? Aside from the clouds of course."

"Well, at first it was that, but I think that there's more to it, you know? Some kind of connection that you guys have that I want to be a part of."

"Do you actually want to? There's no turning back, I'm sure Greg made you aware of that."

Uncle Able and David got closer, holding each others forearm.

"I am aware and I'm fine with it. Will you take me in Sir?"

"I will boy. We need to figure out where you'd fit in. I can see you following my footsteps with the way you fucked Greg. Definitely a stallion. Look at that cock."

David's cock was almost 7 inch soft. A rub or two and it can grow to almost 8 with its girth coming close to the length of Uncle Abel's wrist. He did a demonstration by putting them side to side.  

"Cool. I'd like that. Yeah, it's nice to have this juggernaut but it's not always easy with most guys."

"You're in the right place then. All of us can take cocks that's twice your size. It's part of the initiation. You too, will learn how to. Do you understand what I mean"

"I do. You gotta take some loads before giving them, right?"

"Exactly. Now let's have a puff"

Uncle lit the pipe for David. He took 6-8 hits. His clothes went off after, leaving him in his boxers. Uncle instructed him to stand and turn for the camera. David's body was solid. He clearly had played football before. He flexed his body a bit and his eyes were wide and dilated. Whatever Uncle told him to do, he obeyed.

"Face the camera and tell us how you feel. Don't be shy. Are you even ready to be a part of us?"

He turned to face the camera. Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead.

"I'm more than ready. I feel fucking amazing." 

"Good. Put this on. Sniff it first."

Uncle threw a stained jock to David. The word "BIKE" was on the waist. It reeked of a musky stench that turned him even more. A quick snap and his bubble butt was framed  and ready for a fuck. It was tighter than what David was used to, but that's because Greg had worn it first. 

"That's better. Look at that ass. You're one of a kind man. Now bend down and let me taste your hole"

David complied, positioning himself in a sort of bow with both hands placed on the coffee table. He arched his back to be paralleled to the ground. 

Uncle first spit onto his hole, teasing with his finger before diving straight into it. His tongue pushed and pulled against the sphincter. David moaned in bliss, asking Uncle to keep going.

Once the hole was wet enough, Uncle rose from his seat to position himself behind David. He stroked his rod before poking the hole, pushing himself into David with no delay. The moans turned to a scream and then to relief when Uncle found the right pace. 

"My seed is just the first of many you'll take for the next couple of days. You want to guess my viral load?"

"A hundred? Two hundred? One thousand?"

"Eighty fucking thousand. I've no doubt that you'll be a part of us very soon."

"Fuck yeah. Breed me Sir."

They continued fucking for almost 20 minutes. David's expression didn't change once. He was spun. When Uncle was close, he wrapped his arms around David, causing him to lift his ass higher. Uncle hit the perfect spot as droplets of David's precum began to form through the mesh of the jock. Uncle pulled David's cock out of it.

"Stroke your cock. I want us to come at the same time. Can you do that?"

"Yeah"

David was quick. He was halfway. 

"I'm close Sir"

"Keep stroking that cock boy"

Their pace increased before Uncle flipped David over to the couch to fuck him in a pile drive.

"I'm coming Sir"

Not even a few minutes had passed and David came. Uncle felt David's hole contracting against his cock, pushing Uncle to climax moments after. They both panted in unison, drenched in sweat. David looked up to the camera with a smile. The screen faded to black.

***

I wished I could've jerk off but my cock was still soft. It was half past 2 and I couldn't sleep. I left the room and let my temptation take over. I climbed up to go to Uncle's room. I saw that his door was ajar from across the hallway. There was also music coming out. I got closer, peeking in to see uncle and someone else double penetrating an Asian twink. Uncle laid on his back and the other guy kneeled behind the twink whose knees were half bent in a squat. 

I knew I stared too long when Uncle turned his head and saw me.

"Looks like we have company. You guys mind if my nephew here takes notes?"

The other guys were too spun to verbalize their response.

"Take a seat Brad"

 

 

 

 

[seattlebbbtm]

Hot

[Arnhem11]

Hot story. Ready for more.

[Pnp-pig]

WOW I cannot wait to see where this is going!!!!
 

will brad get booty bump, slammed and used like kinky boy toy, my dirty mind is going crazy!

thanks please keep going @h1ddendesir3

 

[onlyraw]

Great story…. Looking forward to the next chapters …see how fast Brad becomes a pozed up boy with a pussy

 

[jeansnlthr]

Can't wait for the next chapters

[pozpopperpig]

OH yeah!  Fucking love this!

[hotguynkansas]

Fan-fucking-tastic!  Keep 'em cumming!

[tattmattpig]

Wow what a story.   Amazing cannot wait for more.   Sure wish is was in that boys positon