I sat down on the carpet and placed my legs right on his shoulders. I let him work on my “best friend” for a while pulling his head closer to me to make his balls feel a good stretch.
By now, he was ready to explode.
“Eat my hole, little prick! You ‘ve been in jail for two years, you should know how to do this very well!” I cried.
He spread my cheeks and plunged his tongue in my hole. Heavenly feeling! He played with my balls licking them and sucking them and pushing them high until they fell down on my hole again, then teasing my hole with the tongue and his fingers. Oh, yes, he was a great rimmer! I wondered how many asses he ate in the slam, how many mouths ate him eagerly.
“Uncle Tony,” he muttered, “can you come a little closer, please? I want to rub our cocks together.”
I pushed my body a little lower, legs spread and in the air, our faces and cocks facing each other. He slammed my balls with his thick heavy monster of a cock several times making me jerk each time, it really hurt.
Then I felt his cock pushing against my hole. Only slightly, but with the spit he managed to smear all over me, it was easy to slide in.
“Ahh,” was all I managed to say. I felt him push a little harder and I pushed as well to make it easier for him. I took a deep breath and he was inside me. His big head made me gasp but only momentarily. I opened my eyes and he was looking at me with a very tender smile. He kept pushing while looking at me in the eye and I was happy to accept his manhood. I was feeling stuffed but it didn’t last long. He pulled out and after spitting a generous amount of thick spit on his cock, he shoved himself back in, fast. I gasped for air again, but this time he didn’t let me breathe. He kept fucking me furiously. He started with deep thrusts slamming his balls against my body with every thrust. I moaned like a pig getting ready to be slaughtered.
“You like it now, Uncle Tony? How does it feel? Is your little nephew big enough for you?” he asked without expecting an answer. I could not give one anyway.
“I fucked a dozen guys before and I know exactly what you want, you little fag!” and kept fucking me without mercy.
When he started the shallow thrusts, just pushing his head deep enough to tickle my anal ring, I squirmed with pleasure. My hole was happy to get all this attention, so happy, that it developed a mind of its own pushing and opening wide for the wild cock to ride me. My flowing juices kept the cock slippery and dripped down his balls.
“Is this all you want?” he went on, “Remember it’s me who is fucking you now, not you, get it? I will fuck you till you bleed, that’s how we do it in the slammer…and I bet you like it, sissy ass-man.”
It was beyond my power to react in any way, I was just a piece of meat, happy to please my nephew the way he wanted. I surrendered and, in a reversal of roles, I became his slave.
When he was ready to cum, he pushed in as deep as the shoelace around his balls would allow. For me, it was double the pleasure. Not only I would soon have a convulsing cock releasing the fertile sperm of my stud (did I mention Greg has a child out of wedlock?), I would also be able to pay back.
Just before I felt his contractions in my rectum, I lowered my legs and dug my heels on the carpet, grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him deeper inside me. The shoelace pulled really hard on his man-eggs at the same time he was cumming, so hard to make him groan with every spasm of his cock. It was his time to gasp for air.
He just collapsed on me, his cock still in my ass. I hugged the young man and squeezed my ass to juice out every drop that was left in his cock. As we were in a tight hug, I pushed to my left side and turned over to the right, me on top of him and him under me, his cock still in my ass.
“Ooohhh!” he screamed and clenched his teeth. “Uuuuncle…Tonnn…y”
I knew that the shoelace worked its magic again pulling and twisting his ball sack way beyond what he was used to.
“You are a great lover, boy,” I whispered softly, “but don’t mess with me! I am still your master! I am holding you by the balls…and I mean it!”
My boy was completely immobilized and I took the opportunity and cleaned with my tongue his cock and balls from all the ass juices that were covering them. I tugged the shoelace a couple of times and all he was able to do was whimper in pain. Then I untied it and let his bluish balls free.
“Uncle Tony,” he mumbled with a tone of relief, “I love the tricks you play on me. I sure have much to learn,” and soon fell asleep on the carpet.
“Greg never had a father figure,” Kate was telling me a couple days later, “please be patient with him.”
“I think of taking him to a camping trip, just a weekend to get away. This will allow us to connect,” I said.
“Beautiful idea, hon,” she answered, “I am not sure he will go for this though.”
“Let me handle it, it may be the thing we need for a stronger bond!” I said again and started planning a nature trip in my head.