Wouldn't Miss It Pt 1

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Wouldn’t Miss It

By Chris Carr

Part I

It’s dark and I think I’m going the wrong way but I can’t be sure. Alice and Wade’s big assed house is constructed in a way that adds to the confusion, rooms with connecting doors and open entrances. It’s supposed to give this "communal" sense to the dwelling but it feels like it’s built for privacy that’s easily invaded to me…which is how I ended up at the boy’s room, instead of mine.

My nephews aren’t even a year apart. Both of them nearing 18, they are stunning examples of Black, male, pulchritude.

Stumbling around, I stop, trying to get my baring when I heard… well… I don’t know exactly what I heard but it made me stop. That’s when Tristan whispered, "Open up" and my heart stopped.

Alice and Wade married about three years ago. I was at the wedding a lovely ceremony in an idyllic setting on a hilltop, overlooking the valley below. Their two youngest sons were in the wedding, Tristan just 14 at the time. Wade’s oldest, Wade Jr, has since moved back east to attend college there. He plays football and has bulked up like a fullback or something.

But it’s always been the youngest boys that intrigued me. Both of them stunning, Richard is the oldest of the two. Both free spirited but contemplative and sensitive, it sometimes raised questions about his masculinity.. "What would you do if you found out he was…. Gay?" I asked Alice on one occasion.

She readily responded that she’d still love him, although it would present challenges. There was a phase when I wondered if Richard was going to be gay but he grew out of that and I never considered it again.

His "brother" Tristan is Wade’s youngest. When they first married, Alice had real problems with the boy.

"He’s a little nerdy and he’s always locked in that room," She would relate, all things that were the very antithesis of Alice and her open approach to relationships.

I worked with her, helping her understand he was probably going through a lot of readjustments, dealing with she and his dad’s new marriage. He eventually came around slowly coming out of his shell until now he engages in lively discussions better than Alice herself at times.

They’ve formed a happy ‘blended’ family, Richard and Tristan taking to each other like lifelong brothers. Both boys are all cool but looks can be deceiving, feel me? I mean, as I stood in that door, my eyes adjusting to the dark, all kind of thoughts ran through my head. Immediately following Tristan’s comment, I heard covers rustling. Bodies in motion, I supposed, my eyes still readjusting to the stark darkness of this big, rural house.

The covers stopped rustling and I started to see shapes. Ducking out of the door, I peered around it, my eyes straining while I listened intently. This couldn’t be happening. My cute, athletic nephew wasn’t gay and Tristan certainly never gave me that kind of vibe. I mean, he was nerdy, but not gay acting.

Maybe they were just repositioning. You know, jockeying for space on that small bed. I suddenly felt bad. They were together because of me, Wade giving me Tristan’s room for the night. Poor boy’s they’re probably all over top each other in that small bed, I thought, preparing to leave.

Then I heard sounds. Wet, slurping sounds and my feet froze. Peering around the door, I strained into the darkness, more shapes visible now. I was looking at a pair of big feet. Big,bare feet, and the toes were wiggling.

Those are Tristan’s feet, I registered, captivated by the sheer size of them. The boy’s feet were big, obviously close to size 12’s and I was always stealing peeks at them. But here they were now, totally bare, the soles wrinkling and smoothing out as his toes curled and wrinkled. What would make his feet wiggle like that?

My dick jumped in my PJ’s and, despite myself, I started to get hard. What am I doing? These are my nephews! Panicked, I turned to leave again. Then I heard Tristan moan. Well, it was more a hiss or excited exhalation.

My eyes bucking, I peered into the darkness and then I saw Rich’s head, going up and down. Oh shit! I actually rubbed my eyes, like maybe they were broke or something. My nephew, the one with the cute little girlfriend, was on his ‘brother’s’ dick.

A surprised yelp escaping me, I clamped my hands over my mouth before it completely got out. Frozen, I watched to see if they’d heard but the shit was jumpin off so hard in there, they never even noticed.

There, in front of my bulging eyes was Tristan’s dick, hard and long, disappearing and reappearing down Rich’s throat! I mean, the way Rich was handling his boy, this wasn’t a new thing. Wasn’t something they’d recently discovered.

"Wait," Tristan said, clearly in charge. Raising up on his knees, he caused another momentary panic. He wasn’t going to….

Positioning over Rich, he straddled the boy’s chest, his long dick entering Rich’s talented mouth as he searched the very depths of my nephew’s throat with his dabbing spear. His taut ass pointed at me, I watched it rotate up and down, directing his painfully hard growth back and forth in Rich’s mouth.

Slurping and gulping sounds emanated from the quiet room, raising my dick to full attention. Looking at it, I felt a pang of guilt. I mean, yeah, these were my nephews, and sure, I’m gay but I’d avoided considering them that way. But, try as you may, you can’t stop the eyes from looking…. or lusting.

Like that time I spent the night before Alice and Wade’s wedding and Rich came downstairs to say goodnight. Wearing nothing but some basketball shorts, my heart leapt into my throat when he came over and gave me hug.

"Night unc," He said, none the wiser as I stole glimpses at his svelte chest and sexy form. His nipples twin darts atop his hairless chest they seemed erect and ready to be licked. And his ample, size 10 feet bare, they were two shades lighter than his smooth, mocha brown complexion. Almost light brown, especially around the soles.

Or the time Tristan came in from the pool, water dripping off his well developed body, droplets glistening in the fine hairs on his almond complexioned tummy and around his calves. I almost swooned when I saw him, his curly hair dripping water down his incredibly handsome face.

Our eyes locked for a minute and in that instant, I was certain he knew what I was looking at because he licked his big, sensuous lips in the most seductive way. Or was I just dreaming, hopped up on hormones?

My head cocked to the side, I listened to the slurps and gulps, Rich’s mouth awkwardly working to accommodate Tristan’s hardness.

"Damn," Tristan ejected, his dick slipping deep down Rich’s throat.

Without thinking, my hand found my dripping dick. Mesmerized, I started stroking in time to Tristan’s dipping hips. What I wouldn’t have done to stick my face between those solid cheeks. Just the thought nearly made me cum.

Pacing myself, my eyes followed down Rich’s sultry body, bulging more when I saw he was stroking his own hardness. A stiff, dripping post of pure manhood, I gawked at it, rubbing my eyes again. I mean, this boy had to have at least 8 inches, if not 9.

It was hella hard and the head was fat and swollen, ready to pop. Stroking the stiff shaft, Rich was holding his nutt at bay, waiting until…

"Ahh!" Gasping, Tristan slammed his dick down, his balls pulled tight to his groin now. The soles of his big feet wrinkling wickedly, his toes curled, folding down on his bright soles.

Delivering a few more quick jabs, his head flung back and that’s when Rich’s toes started wiggling like crazy. His legs slightly parted, I watched as he choked the fuck out of his dick, strangling the swollen head in his stroking fist.

Loud gulps and grunts escaping him, he held Tristan’s dick down his throat and then, pow! A big jet of cum skeeted out his dick. Sailing through the air, it slammed into Tristan’s ass, hitting it with an audible plit.

His ass trembling, I could tell Tristan was emptying a huge load down Rich’s throat. Tiny whimpers and suppressed yelps ringing out, his body shook and trembled, his dick convulsing.

Showering Tristan’s ass and back with pelts of boy juice, Rich whimpered and grunted around Tristan’s dick. I couldn’t believe the load he was blasting, my own dick spurting against the bathroom wall.

Toes wiggled and curled until finally, they both collapsed, Tristan falling beside his stepbrother on the small bed, both of them all smiles as they panted.

The next morning I watched them fighting over the last piece of toast, amazed at how they were just boys once more. Tussling and grabbing, they laughed when the bread fell on the ground.

"That’s what you get," Alice said, stooping to pick it up.

"Let them get that," Wade decreed, glaring at the boys.

Recalling the way Rich had shot, just hours before, it was hard to believe it’d really happened. Had it all been a dream? Was I just a perv?

As they left for the bus, they gave their mother a hug, then me.

"See you next week Unc?" Rich asked.

"Wouldn’t miss it," I said, referring to their upcoming graduation.

"Ok, see you next week," Tristan said and then, he gave me that seductive lick of his lips again….

I’m in the dark again, but not lost. Feeling along the wall, I come to the door and pause, my ears perking up. Had I missed it? Was I too late? Too early?

I should be sleeping. The weather’s unusually warm and today will be a long and draining day in the sun. My heart pounding in my ears, I peer around the door jam. There, in the dark, I see a bare foot again… and the toes are curling.

That’s Rich’s foot, I could tell, his foot two sizes smaller than Tristan’s. But that would mean…

My eye’s popping, I followed past those wiggling toes, up the form atop the bed, between his legs and there, to my surprise was Tristan, his mouth locked around Rich’s upright root.

His hand back of Tristan’s head, Rich was guiding him up and down his stiff offering, his toes wiggling to the beat.

"Lick it," He whispered and Tristan’s tongue appeared, lapping along the underside of Rich’s hardness.

Mesmerized, I watched, captivated by how attentive they were to each other. Sure, it was just two boys getting each other off, but they seemed unfettered, free to explore and enjoy each other more than most boys their age. Just last week I was watching Rich do the same thing to his half-brother and now, without any reservation, Tristan was painting the underside of Rich’s dick with his tongue.

Rich caressed the back of Tristan’s bobbing head, his eyes locked on the boy’s sucking mouth. His length ensconced in Tristan’s slurping mouth, his hips were rising and falling, ever so slightly.

Tiny gasps escaping him, Rich pushed Tristan’s head further down his pulsing hardness. Then he raised up on his knees and suddenly, he was over Tristan, his hardness bobbling. Jerking back, I held my breath, hoping he hadn’t seen me.

When I peered around the door again, Rich was straddling Tristan, dipping his length down the boy’s willing throat. Damn, these boys were very experienced. The very idea o both of them had explored each other until now they seemed like an old couple made me extra hard. How long had they been at this? How had it started and who started it?

Slurping skillfully, Tristan was now stroking his hardness, whipping his fist up and around the head. His dick an inch shorter than Rich’s it more than compensated in girth. Whereas Rich’s dick was long and slender, Tristan’s was fat and juicy.

His hips dipping, Rich’s ass flexed with each plunge of his hardness. Juicy twin globes with a wicked split down the middle, they were much fuller than Tristan’s. Captivated, I salivated over how they jiggled when he slung his hips forward. Up and down they bobbled, his balls taut between his well-spread, muscular legs. If I thought I wanted to stick my face between Tristan’s saucy cheeks, I would’ve planted my face between Rich’s.

Just when I thought Rich was going do a repeat of Tristan’s performance, he stopped, and to my utter shock, the boys moved to a perfect 69! Positioning over the top of Tristan’s lanky frame, Rich pulled the boy’s brick hard manhood to his mouth and gulped down its length.

Mirroring his actions, Tristan’s head rose and fell from the bed, his mouth gliding up Rich’s proffered post. It was more than I could take. Better than any film in my vast porno collection, their performance had me nearing release before I’d started stroking my dick. Just the sight of them mutually servicing each other was so hot, I think a good breeze would’ve got me off.

Astounded, I watched as heads skillfully bobbed around stiff posts until both boys started to tremble. Tiny whimpers escaping them, they both doubled their efforts.

I knew what was happening when they started panting and hissing loudly. I think my dick would’ve busted without any assistance but, three strokes was all it took. Hot cum slammed against the bathroom wall as I watched my nephews suck each other off.

Dizzy, I retired to my room.

At the graduation I was in a near daze. Gorgeous teen boys were everywhere and the testosterone was almost intoxicating. When the boy’s class marched in, I couldn’t help remembering the night before.

Were all teenaged boys so comfortable with each other? Could the majority of these ridiculously attractive boys be pairing off with each other in various scenarios like my nephews, naked bodies flailing, toes wiggling in countless rooms each night? The very thought of it was enough to make me break out in a sweat. I looked around at all those boys and my heart raced at the notion.

When Richard and Tristan walked across the stage, I gazed at them, a bit flushed at my thoughts.

After the ceremony, Wade beamed like all the proud fathers that day, hugging his boys, mugging for the camera as Alice snapped away. God, if he ever found out….

At dinner, his chest stuck out so far, I thought he’d burst. Richard and Tristan took it all in strides, smiling every time their father ruffled their hair or punched them in a prospective shoulder. And why shouldn’t he be proud, this was quite an achievement.

"Unc, you staying tonight?" Rich petitioned, the evening wound down. Somewhat surprised by his request I offered a halfhearted excuse.

"I didn’t bring anything to spend the night, Rich."

"It’s ok, you know you and Wade wear the same size," He smiled, pulling Wade over. "He’ll let you wear something. Right?"

"No prob," Wade said, rubbing Rich’s head for the umpteenth time. Alice quickly added her approval, ending all of my protests.

I suppose Richard could’ve asked for the Hope Diamond at that point and they would’ve obliged. Wondering if there was an ulterior motive in Richard’s request, I immediately kicked myself for being so sordid. Richard and their parents were merely in a celebratory mood and wanted me to join in.

Twisting and turning, I can’t sleep. I need to pee and I can’t stop thinking about what I imagined was going on in the room down the hall. Hugging the pillow, I refuse to get up, scolding myself for being so perverted. I couldn’t keep watching my nephews, regardless how intimate they might be.

A few minutes later, I stumbled out of bed, wandering down the hall, praying I wouldn’t hear anything. Feeling along the wall, I entered the bathroom through the hallway door. Closing it behind me, I glanced at the opened door to the boy’s room. I dared not approach it, opting to just leave it open rather than risk seeing something.

Leaning over the bowl, I aimed my semi-hard dick at it, my stream nevertheless spilling over the rim and onto the floor. Damn, I hate when I do that!

When I finished, I wadded up a handful of toilet paper and proceeded to wipe up my mess. I was bending below the toilet to wipe up the floor when I heard a pair of feet padding behind me.

Frozen, I looked over my shoulder to see Richard, butt naked. Startled, he stopped dead in his tracks, his hard dick bobbling in front of him. If I thought the small glimpses of his sultry physique had been titillating, seeing him like this made me delirious.

We stayed like that for what seemed an eternity then I shot up.

"Sorry…"I muttered, backing towards the door.

My dick was still out and before I knew it, Richard was looking at it. That’s all it took, my semi-erectness suddenly trading for a solid tilt towards north, mirroring his still hard boyhood.

We gazed at each other for a few ticks, hearts racing, then I dashed out the door and practically ran to my room. Jumping under the covers, I wondered what those few seconds could lead to?

Would Rich tell Alice? Could it lead to an extremely awkward moment the next morning? Would he tell Tristan?

As I pondered these things, I lay silent, my heart pounding away. When a long period of time passed, I calmed down some, hoping the worst had passed. Its possible Rich was just as frightened by the moment as me, I reasoned.

What the hell was he doing in that bathroom butt naked anyway? Maybe he needed to use the bathroom too? But I’d seen him full on naked. God, he must be scared to death. Poor thing, I thought, determining to soothe his fears the next day. There was no reason for him to feel ashamed….

The doorknob was slowly turning! Panicked, I pulled the covers up to my eyes. This couldn’t be happening!

To Be Continued....

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