uncle who brings you alcohol and sits with you outside while your parents are fighting inside. uncle who keeps you company and keeps handing you drinks even though he already stopped drinking to "be able to drive home". uncle who pulls you in for a hug as you start to become woozy and if his hands start to wander, its not like anyone would notice...
uncle who hushes you when you start to moan and whimper as he makes you forget about everything but his hands touching you, making you feel so good.
As promised in my post about Luca's collections, since Keep It in the Family hit a 2-sale goal (and every 2 more will lead to another...), here's one of my vore stories here on Tumblr.
1.
It was a stormy night in 2003 when my nephew Damian showed up on my doorstep soaked to the bone. A ratted t-shirt clung to his chest in the wet. Heavy jeans a couple sizes too big for him hung off his hips. The only bags he had on him were the ones hanging beneath his eyes. I ushered him in without a question. It’d only been a week since I sat at his college graduation. The bags and scratches on his cheeks were new. It was like a drunken year on the street transpired in that one week.
“Can you lock it?” he asked asked, standing in the hallway, dripping rainwater onto my hardwood floors.
I flicked the lock. My fingers pinched the sleeve of his shirt as I walked past. “Strip out of these. I’ll get you a towel.”
I had half a mind to call my brother up and ask him why the hell his son was showing up at my place unannounced and looking terrible, but that could wait until my floors were safe from the wet and the poor thing stopped shaking in the chill of the AC. I ducked into the downstairs bathroom and grabbed one of the fluffy gray towels. It was nice and soft. Maybe I’d have to switch them with the towels in the master.
Back in the hall, Damian stood with his clothes bundled up in his arms. Drops of rain water rivuleted down his bare skin. They dangled from his wrists, elbows, and even the tip of his cock. He was cut. I’d never seen my nephew naked before. Now I had even more reason to call my brother. Why was Damian circumcised? The family wasn’t that religious.
Like a lot of guys his size, Damian was hung as hell. Water spilling down its veins was inherently pornographic. I couldn’t help the smirk that grew on my face. It’s a matter of family pride, these cocks of ours.
The towel fell on his head. I pried the armful of clothes out of his arms. “Dry off,” I told him as I lugged the pile of wet cloth over to the same bathroom I had just poked in and out of. I dumped it all into the hamper and plucked a bathrobe from the curio cabinet. My clothes would swallow the dude up. At least with the robe, he wouldn’t be tripping over himself.
He hadn’t moved from the spot I left him in. Damian was bent over, rubbing the towel along his shins. His ass stuck out a little bit. When my brother got Olive pregnant a couple decades ago, I told them it’d be best if their son got his dad’s front and his mom’s back. Genetics weren’t that kind to Damian. He got his dad’s cock, sure, but he also got his ass, small and hairless. Pale, too. Not that any of the rest of him was much tan.
I had just been to his college graduation, but it wasn’t until my nephew stood nude in my house that it finally clicked for me: he’d become a man.
“So what happened?” I asked, leaning against a wall as my eyes drank in Damian’s form. If he dyed his hair, he’d be the splitting image of his old man at that age. That was about the age Colin got Olive pregnant. He fucked Olive. I fucked him. Looking at Damian nude in my hall, I couldn’t help but recall the youth of my twenties when my brother worshiped my cock. We hadn’t so much as kissed in the decades since.
There was no point feeling guilty at the stirring of my cock in my pants. I was a single man in my 50s staring at my nude and needy nephew, a young man in his sexual prime. The desire to fuck him was proof that I was still a man.
Damian stopped drying himself off. He stared directly into my eyes. “I need to vanish.”
My brows rose. Damian was a serious sort bordering on humorless. I couldn’t recall a single time he popped a joke or shot off at the hip with a pistol of emotion. “Finally running away from home? Bit old for that, don’t you think?” I pulled myself off the wall and started to head for one of the landlines. “I’ll call your dad and we can work it out like men.”
“No!”
I stopped.
Damian clenched the towel in tight fists. The clench of his jaw caused a vein in his forehead to throb. His lips and eyes both trembled. “No,” he said again. “Dad can’t know. I…” He broke eye contact and stared at his bare feet for a moment. Like his cock, they were a bit too big for his body. “The guys after me… You’re untouchable. Skylar almost didn’t let me in.”
Skylar was security. He took charge of the night shift. It was a tad annoying he hadn’t called up to the house to let me know I had family about to barge in. Regardless, Damian did have a bit of a point. Functionally, no one could get to me that I didn't want. Well, except for family, it seemed.
I tossed the bathrobe. “Let’s get you a warm drink.” I wanted to walk behind him and watch his ass move, but I wasn’t sure he knew how to get to the kitchen.
He followed me without hesitation. When I pulled out a seat at the small table nestled within the kitchen, I didn’t have to tell him to sit. He just did. “I’m scared,” he said.
The coffee pot beeped and the faucet roared as I prepared a pot. We didn’t share any other words until the machine started dripping.
“What do you mean when you say vanish?” I asked.
“Witness protection or something,” Damian said. So then it wasn’t a run in with the law. That made things a little less complicated in the long run. “I know you hate favors.”
“I do.”
“But I need help.”
We returned to silence until I poured each of us a cup of piping hot coffee, black. Damian wasn’t one for sugars. Maybe that was part of how he stayed so thin.
I sat across from him at the table. He had yet to tie the robe around his waist, so his cock and balls rested against the chair. Anyone else, I might have been annoyed. I kicked up a leg so my heel landed between his thighs. My toes leaned forward until they came into contact with his cock. Damian shuddered. His eyes went wide. “Tell me what you’re hiding from,” I said. I pressed my foot further against his soft and slightly damp crotch. “Or else I’m going to assume you came here to play.”
He didn’t say anything.
“Okay.” I half-shrugged, took a sip of my coffee, and leaned back.
For a minute, we sat there in relative silence as my size-15 foot massaged my nephew’s cock and balls. Sure, it felt nice to have a man’s sex against me, especially a twink’s, but the real entertainment came from watching Damian’s face and listening to his breathing. His brows and lips danced. He’d go from contemplation to pleasure and back. I knew a few underground sites that would air this. It’d be a game show: Spill or Cum? I could hatch out the details in the morning. It’d make a bit of money. Other bored, horny rich guys would pay for a couple seasons of it to be streamed into their mansions.
It all came out of him in a rush. “I walked in on a drug deal with a bunch of scary looking dudes and then the next day was that massive raid, and I think they think I ratted them out, and I’m pretty sure about that because some guys tried to grab me at my apartment, so I came here.”
My foot stopped trying to get him hard. I nodded. “Senator’s son got caught up in that, right?” Damian didn’t need to answer, but he nodded regardless. That was good in a way. It meant he knew the implications. It also made things a tad bit more fun. Conspiracies are exciting, even when you’re a party that gets caught up in them. “That sure is a mess there, kiddo.”
Normally, Damian would shoot back the same retort he’d given me over that pet name ever since he’d turned 18. I’m not a kid. But not this time. He just repeated, “I need to vanish.”
I clicked my tongue. It was a bit of an overstatement, really. It wouldn’t come close to cracking the list of the 25 wildest things I had to deal with in my life. Still, you never knew with the local “gangs.” That was even more the case with a politician.
“That’s a no-go on the witness protection ask,” I said.
He deflated in an instant. The way he slumped into the chair pressed his loose cock and balls against my foot once again. Underneath the slight chill of the dampness, his crotch roiled with warmth. I had to swallow down a growl. He didn’t pull away. In fact, his fingers wrapped around my foot and he held it. The way he held onto me wasn’t sexual. “Okay,” he said.
“I can hide you though.”
Damian’s fingers pressed tighter into my flesh. He sat up straight and ended up thrusting right against me. His eyes lit up. “Thank you. I’ll do anything.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” I said. “There’s an odd price for this, Damian.”
As I took a sip of my coffee, his other hand found its way to my foot. He looked under the table and then back up to me. His cock jumped under my foot. “You want to fuck me, right?”
I laughed. Coffee splashed out of the cup and over the table. My cup touched down on the mahogany and I wiped my mouth on a nearby napkin. “So you think your uncle’s a pervert, huh?”
Damian kept his eyes on my face. He chewed on his bottom lip and ground his hips against my foot. His cock, so resistant to my moves only a minute before, hardened in a near instant. The benefit of youth, I supposed. The thick slab of man meat rose and fell against my sole. “I know you are,” he said after he started using me to jerk off. “Dad got drunk once and said you used to fuck him when he was my age. Mom says I mostly take after him. Logically, that means you’d fuck me, too.”
A grin danced on my lips. Of course it was about logic to Damian.
He seemed to take that smile as confirmation that I wanted to fuck him. I did, obviously. The idea of pumping a dozen loads in my nephew was intoxicating. It wasn’t what I meant in the moment, but when Damian pushed his chair back and got on his knees, there was no chance I was going to stop him. That became more the case when he placed my broad foot directly on his face.
Like he was a dog and I’d slathered my foot in peanut butter, Damian lapped hungry at my skin. His tongue swirled over the meat of my toes. It flicked over the heel. Flat and thick, it deep tissue massaged the arch.
With a peaceful sigh, I grabbed the mug. The warmth of the coffee washed down my throat as the warmth of my nephew’s mouth continued to wash over the foot of his savior. He was practically worshiping me. It felt right, to have a near copy of my brother serving me. It was like the universe was correcting a mistake.
Damian placed my foot back on the floor. His lips trailed their way up my leg until he sat on his knees, hunched over under the table, hands on my thighs. I pushed out my chair so we could both stretch out a little bit. His hand landed on my bulge. “Can I?” he asked.
“If you want,” I replied.
And want, it seemed, he did.
My nephew grabbed my silk boxers and pulled them down until he lifted one of my feet out of them, the same one he’d just spent a good while kissing like a good little bitch. His eyes traveled up my calves, my thunder thighs, and landed on my thick cock and engorged balls. Damian swallowed his hips for a second. He glanced up at me, then back down.
“Is this your first cock?” I asked.
He grabbed my flaccid length between his fingers. “No.” There was nothing more to it than that. Damian didn’t launch into a story about the other guys he had been with. Heck, maybe he’d sucked off his own father. I wouldn’t put it past my brother, deciding that paying for his college required some extra service from the young man. Damian didn’t even come out. It was as if his history with sex and cocks didn’t matter to him at all. The only thing important in that moment was making sure his uncle was satisfied.
Damian was a smart guy. I was all that mattered.
Instead of speaking, he leaned forward and planted a kiss on the head of my cock. His tongue wiggled its way inside my foreskin. Finally, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. My nephew wasn’t so much a cocksucker as he was a licker. There was no suction to the way he bobbed up and down on my slowly hardening length. He focused more on the taste. His tongue ran up and down my cock. He pulled off and sunk mouth in the space between my sack and my left thigh.
A growl emanated from my stomach. Feeling his greedy tongue, I couldn’t help but think about how soon it would be my tongue washing over my nephew. How would he taste? I could hardly remember the taste of his father, but my stomach hadn’t forgotten that meal.
Damian coughed over my dick. Full hard, he could only make it halfway down the veiny cock. His spit spilled down the sides and leaked over my balls. My nephew pulled off in a rush. Saliva connected his lips to my foreskin. He panted.
But he was the one who wanted this. So he was going to get the full experience.
I plopped a hand down on my nephew’s head and shoved his face into my nuts. “You like that?” I asked. I didn’t let him up to answer. All Damian got to do was lather my sex with his mouth. My other hand grabbed my meat and smacked it down on his face. It was a lovely view.
When he went back to my cock, Damian pushed himself. He held himself down as far as he could go, even as he gagged and his tears started to well in his eyes. Instead of pulling all the way off this time, he only retreated up to the head. His tongue undulated against me.
I grabbed his hand, lifted it, and stuck his fingers in my mouth. They tasted partially of spit. Underneath it all, his flesh was like an aged wine. It was smooth and woodsy with a slight bitterness. A groan vibrated around his fingers. My stomach growled again. Soon, soon it would be full.
The thought of gulping down my nephew, of pulling him onto my lap with his head stuck in my mouth, filling his ass with cum right as his shoulders disappeared inside me… Well, that fantasy was enough. Combined with the slick of Damian’s mouth against me, it was enough to send me to the edge. My testicles rose. My cock swelled. My hands fell on the top of his head and pressed him as far down on my meat as he could go.
“Swallow that nut, boy,” I said as cum spurted out of me and deep inside his mouth.
Obviously, he wasn’t too used to being a proper bitch boy, especially not with a cock of my size. Maybe his father hadn’t trained him up in exchange for paying for college. Regardless, globs of cum leaked out past his lips and settled into my bush.
When the orgasm ceased rumbling inside of me, I let go of Damian. My nephew pulled off my cock with heavy breaths. Spit and cum coated his lips and chin. His dilated pupils looked as if I’d just fed him drugs. That was cute, too. It was like his body knew this was right, that he was supposed to be a good boy for someone else.
“How was that?” he asked.
I cupped the side of his face. “We’ll get you trained up. Now it’s time to pay to disappear.”
His brows knitted together. “That wasn’t what you wanted?”
I tapped his cheek in a set of gentle slaps. “It’s what I wanted. You didn’t wait to listen to me. I can hide you.” My other hand patted my gut. “Right in here. Here’s a secret they don’t teach you in school, but preds can’t digest family.” The look on his face said the sex ed classes he had in school hadn’t mentioned preds much at all. He had to know about us. But apparently he didn’t know much. “You’ll get shrunk down in there. No one will know. No one will be able to find you. And when things die down, I’ll let you back out.”
“You’re going to eat me?” Damian looked around. “How?”
“It’s better just to show you.” My fingers on his face lifted my nephew up until his lips were on mine. I pressed my tongue between his lips. The taste of my cum clung to his teeth and the roof of his mouth. It was delicious. When the kiss ended, I spoke into his mouth. “Thanks for the meal.”
My jaw unhinged. Hands on the back of his head, I pressed my nephew’s face into my ravenous maw. I traced the contours of his face with my tongue. The tip dug into his ears. When it did, Damian squirmed. His moves made it easy to push the bathrobe off his shoulders. The cloth gathered on the floor. Once he was nude, I swallowed. His head entered my throat.
Shoulders used to present a problem when I was a younger, less experienced pred. It was always the shoulders or the waist that gave the main obstacle to devouring someone, even more so than any squirming or weird body shapes. But the older you get, the more experience, the more every part of the act of tanking someone becomes as easy as downing a glass of chilled tequila. Or, in this case, with Damian’s taste, savoring an expensive bottle of wine on someone else’s dime.
Next time I swallowed him down, I’d make sure his hands were up so I could savor the musky taste of his pits. That wasn’t an option this first time though, and my stomach wasn’t going to let me deny its meal any longer. Thankfully, his small nipples added a burst of flavor that almost made up for it. The more time I spent lapping at them, the more he squirmed. His moans shot straight down my throat and fell into my gut.
There was a slight bit of hair trailing down from his navel to his cock. The scratch over my tongue would have bothered me when I was a younger pred, but in my 50s, that change in texture was welcome. Each new curve and flavor added to the delight of the meal. The sight of his small ass inching closer and closer to my maw was beautiful.
His cock was hard against my tongue the second his head entered the chamber of my stomach. A loud rumble spilled from my stomach. It vibrated up through my meal of a nephew. His cock throbbed in my mouth. His calves tensed in my hands. His toes curled.
I kept him there, suspended with his nuts on my chin and his dick lying on my tongue, as I suckled on his entire body like it was a giant erection. His cock twitched with the movement of my mouth. A lot of the men I’d swallowed over the years couldn’t bring themselves to cum in my mouth. Half of them wouldn’t even get hard. It made it a game to try to bring about an orgasm. Not Damian, though. Like his dad, it was clear he wasn’t simply a gut stuffer. He was a gut slut.
The moment my nephew’s cum spilled onto my tongue, I tipped my head back and swallowed hard. I let go of his calves. His cock slid down the slide of my throat as he came, splashing his flavor all over. His feet, only a bit smaller than my own, vanished past my tongue before he finished moaning.
At my age, getting hard and staying hard was a perilous endeavor, a crap shoot. But there I was, my stomach wobbling out filled with my nephew, erection sticking out as if I’d taken five Viagra and was ready for an all-night fuck fest.
I patted my stretched gut. “Like your new room?”
“It’s tingling,” Damian said.
“You’ll get used to it,” I said. At least, that’s what I assumed. The mystical acids in my stomach were already at work shrinking him down. When I woke up in the morning, Damian would only be a couple inches tall. Once he was a proper size for safekeeping, the tingle would probably stop. A belch spilled out of me. The cabinets in the kitchen shook. “Fuck, you’re a good meal.”
Damian shot straight past any teasing. “I’ll be safe in here?”
“It’s the safest place for you.”
2.
Six weeks after Damian rented a room in my stomach, I fished his shrunken form the sink and placed him on the bathroom counter. He grabbed a washcloth and started to dry himself off. He looked like a Luke Skywalker action figure. I grinned at him. “Enjoy your stay? You know, for a couple days, I forgot you were in there. Could’ve lived your whole life swimming in your uncle’s gut. That sounds like a nightmare to most people, but I bet you’ll be jerking off about the idea later, won’t you, you little prey slut?”
“I will,” Damian said in his normal matter-of-fact tone. Even that first night, when I teased him as I lay in my bed and my stomach slowly shrank him, his personality never wavered even a bit. My brother would’ve been whining and teasing me right back. It was sort of endearing how different my nephew was. When he jerked off inside me, there was no exaggerated performance. It all simply… was.
“As far as my guys can tell,” I said, “they stopped looking for you a couple days ago.” A grin painted my face. “You know, I’ve never had someone inside me for so long. You broke your dad’s record, kiddo.”
“I’m an adult,” Damian said with no hesitation. “Did you tell Dad?”
“Did you? He probably would have told you what I’d suggest if you came knocking on my door. It almost feels like he did. It’s almost like I called him two weeks ago.”
Damian nodded. “Yeah.” He toweled off his hair. “It sounded interesting. So I’m free now?”
I shrugged. “I wouldn’t say that. Someone tried to trick a pred. I feel like a bit of a punishment is in order.” I grabbed his tiny body in one hand and headed out of the bathroom. “The time it takes to get your size back is normally half that of how long you were in me. So we’ve got three weeks before you’re back to normal.” We walked into my bedroom. I laid nude on the mattress. “Until then, you’re going to be your uncle’s little pet.”
My towering cock only showed off how much work I’d done on him. He was shorter and thinner than the slab of meat. I placed Damian so he stood right at the base.
My nephew leaned against my erection. “That sounds fair. How about after that?”
“You can do what you want.”
Damian stood up straight. He walked away from my cock and laid down on my stomach. His tiny tongue wiped itself over the skin above my navel. The college graduate with a bright future ahead of him stood back up with a wicked smile I’d never seen on him before in his entire life. “I just hope you’ll be hungry.”
My cock jumped.
“Careful,” I said. “If I eat you again, I just might not let you get away. I might eat you every single night.”
“I need a new life.” My nephew walked his way back to my cock. “You haven’t fucked me yet.” He wrapped his arms around my length. “And if you need a pet for your cock and gut, isn’t it best to keep it in the family?”
I clutched Damian to my cock and slowly started to jerk off with his body pressed tight against me. I was going to use him as a sex toy for a couple days either way, but now I had something to celebrate. My nephew was mine. My stomach growled like it couldn’t wait until it got to hold him once more.
After graduating college, Carey finally has time to go on the annual family guys' trip. At the cabin in the mountains, he wakes up before ev
When your hairy uncle gets annoyed by the fact that you shave your whole body, it might not be too long before you're getting real intimate with his fur...
Preview:
Uncle Greg stopped his tirade about alpha males and what masculinity was supposed to look like. Silence settled into the cabin. It was a tense silence. It wasn’t as nice as the quiet from before he woke up, but, in a different way, it was better. I had a nice view, after all.
His stomach shook. A slight chuckle spilled out of him. The noise lifted my gaze from my uncle’s crotch. Oh fuck. I’d been staring at his dick. My cheeks burned as our eyes met, and Uncle Greg’s glare softened. A smirk pulled at one corner of his mouth. “I get it now.” He lifted one arm. His fingers ran through his pit. “You’re not meant to be an alpha. You’re meant to serve us.” He licked his lips. His stomach growled. He offered me the fingers that had just been in his pit. “Is that what you want? You staring at me like that because you want your uncle’s cock?”
His questions were a bit softer than the rest of his words were. This wasn’t any sort of order. It was an offer. If I told him to fuck off, he’d drop it. He’d file away that I was some beta cocksucker, but that it was none of his business. On the other hand, if I didn’t… Well, then it would be his business. After all, he was an alpha, and I was made to serve men like him. He got that right. If I gave in, maybe this trip would get a bit more fun.
My fingers wrapped around my uncle’s wrist. I brought his hand to my face. His fingertips rested against my nostrils, and I took in a deep scent. The slight hint of his musk, all woodsy goodness, summoned a moan from me.
I lifted my head with just enough of a twist to get his thumb on my mouth. My lips parted. My teeth pressed gently down on his nail. My tongue swiped over the tip of the thick digit. It didn’t taste like anything at all. Of course it didn’t. But it made my uncle growl.
“Princess like you probably needs more creamer to go with his coffee,” my uncle said. He nodded down toward his jock. In it, his cock twitched.
Even through my plaid pajama bottoms, the floor of the cabin was a bit cold. My fingertips, shivered, brushed over the hairs on Uncle Greg’s thunder thighs. “Can I?” I whispered.
“Asking permission to worship my dick? You really do know your place.”
TMNT: Similarities between the original Hamato Brothers
Remember this?
And remember that?
Now look at this!
And now look at that!
(Yes, I am saying how Raph and Splinter are alike and also...how Leo and Shredder are a bit alike)
Just look at them! Raph is all Splinter and nobody can tell me otherwise!
:)
Raph is like Splinter and Leo is (somewhat) like Shredder. The reason I think Splinter scolds them whenever the two argue is because he sees himself and Saki in them. Raphael as him and Leonardo as Saki.
So, for now on, when you guys think of TMNT 2012 Leo and Raph, know that Raph is not the young version of Shredder that so many people believe. He is the younger version of his father and Leo, though may not be exactly alike, is the one who is really like Shredder.
You can see it in his crashout moments (LOL), and he always seems to have the need to be the one who is always in control, like Shredder and he does not like when someone else takes over his role as leader.
oh, hey bro, thought i'd ask for your helping hand. see, my boy needs some reinforcement on serving a real man's tdick as early and often as possible. your boy needs to learn exactly what acting that bratty's gonna earn him. wanna trade off?
don't worry. if it's clear your boy isn't getting the pounding he needs at home, we can review together, just like old times.
-🫗
oh this sounds fucking delightful. i think our boys could understand and learn from one another, certainly :)
maybe your boy can stay over in the afternoons while you have mine when he's back from his classes. i'm sure they'll figure out the routine in time <33
EWAN MITCHELL TALKING ABOUT EPISODE 2, AEMOND TARGARYEN'S ADMIRATION FOR HIS UNCLE DAEMON TARGARYEN.
The only feeling he wants to talk about right now is how “proud” he is to be seen as a threat to someone like his uncle Daemon.
“I’ve always thought Aemond is Daemon’s biggest stan; so much of the image Aemond has curated over the years, it is almost like a homage to his hero.”
“Aemond idolizes Daemon; there’s almost this romantic quality that Aemond feels that Daemon got this close — or, rather, he sent people to end Aemond’s life, but he didn’t want to do it himself."
"So Aemond likes being noticed by his idol.”
“That was something I wanted to explore with Aemond, was putting this coin in my shoe going forward."
"It’s something that constantly reminds him going forward that Daemon got this close to ending him. And maybe there’s a guilt that Aemond feels with that.”
