Blake Hart
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My Uncle Chris - Part 1
🕑 Added 2025-01-27 20:03:39 +0000 UTCHey everyone! I'm re-sharing this story here, as it complies with Patreon's guidelines regarding content featuring in-laws. This is my first commissioned piece, and I really hope you enjoy it. Part 2 is already available, so be sure to check it out after reading this one!
Everyone in this story is 18+
The blare of my alarm jolted me awake, sunlight streaming through the blinds. I groaned, stretching, feeling that familiar excitement bubbling up—today was the day I’d finally visit my future college. A whole day away, just me and him and the open road.
As I shifted under the covers, excitement buzzed in my chest as I stretched, my muscles taut beneath smooth, unblemished skin. Of course I couldn’t ignore the obvious. Morning wood. Again. "Better to take care of this now," I muttered, knowing it’d be a long drive. I shuffled out to my bathroom, looking down at my bulging boxer shorts.
Then I stripped off my tenting boxers as I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over my smooth chest and shoulders. My hand drifted down, tracing the ridges of my abs before finding my piece standing proudly at attention—easily my proudest feature at a solid 8.5 inches. A low sigh escaped me as I wrapped my fingers around it, focusing on the sensitive head. Heat pooled deep in my stomach, radiating down to my substantial, smooth balls as I worked myself closer to the edge.
As I reached for the soap, I let my hands wander lower, cleaning every inch of myself. My fingers lingered at my hole, circling it lightly as I worked the soap over my skin. I pressed gently at the entrance, a fleeting tease that sent a subtle shiver through me. Still virgin, I thought, biting my lip. And there’s only one I want to change that.
As I stroked, my grip firm and steady, my breaths grew shallow, fogging the air around me. My hand moved instinctively, each stroke drawing me closer as I focused on the swollen, sensitive head. A low moan escaped me, barely audible over the sound of water cascading down my body. I closed my eyes, my mind wandering to the images that always surfaced in moments like this—Of course it was him. It’s always him.
Then it hit—an overwhelming surge of heat and ecstasy that left me breathless and weightless all at once. My knees nearly buckled as I gasped, pressing my forehead against the cool tiles for support. Ropes of hot cum pumped out from me, my hand working through the final pulses of pleasure.
As the water washed away the evidence, I shook my head, shame and yearning swirling together in my chest. But there was no time to dwell on that now.
I toweled myself dry and dressed quickly, pulling on a casual outfit that still showed off my athletic frame. I took one last look at my excited face before heading downstairs.
As I sat down at the table, the warm smell of coffee and toast filled the kitchen. Mom beamed at me, pouring herself another cup of coffee. “We’re so proud of you, honey. Visiting your future college—it’s such a big step.”
“Are you sure you’re okay going alone for a couple of days with your uncle?” Dad chimed in, buttering a slice of toast. “I know he has business there, but still...”
“Yeah, I love spending time with Uncle Chris,” I said, smiling. “He’s great.”
“And loaded,” Dad teased with a grin.
“Dad! It’s not about that,” I shot back, rolling my eyes.
We ate quietly for a few minutes, the chatter occasionally interrupted by my younger siblings—my ten-year-old brother, Mason, arguing with my six-year-old sister, Lily, over the last pancake.
A knock on the door became the center of everyone’s attention. Mom opened it, her face lighting up as she saw Uncle Chris standing there with his easy smile. He was wearing a fitted navy polo and dark jeans, his lean, athletic build as striking as ever. At 39 and 5’11”, with short brown hair and warm brown eyes, he had the kind of charisma that could fill a room effortlessly.
“Morning, everyone!” he called out, stepping in with a handful of bags.
Mom immediately took one from him, giving him a warm hug. “How’s my sister? Too bad she couldn’t come along.”
“Wifey’s good,” Chris said with a grin. “You know her—work and a million little commitments. She said to send her love, though.”
“I come bearing gifts,” he announced with a grin. Mason and Lily swarmed him, eagerly grabbing the brightly wrapped packages he handed out. When he reached me, he pulled a sleek box from one of the bags and handed it over.
“This one’s for college,” he said with a grin, watching as I opened it.
“An iPad? Seriously? You didn’t have to do that,” I said, though I couldn’t help but smile as I held it.
“Of course I did. It’s a big step, and I want you to be prepared.”
“Well, thanks,” I said, hugging him briefly. “It’s perfect. I just got a new phone for my 18th birthday, and now this? You’re spoiling me.”
“That’s what uncles are for,” he said with a wink.
“Thanks, Uncle Chris,” I said, feeling both surprised and grateful. I hugged him, feeling his warmth. I almost didn’t want to let go.
Soon, we were outside, standing by his glossy black sports car. “Hop in,” Chris said, tossing me the keys. My eyes widened. “You’re letting me drive?”
“Just don’t scratch her,” he said with a laugh, sliding into the passenger seat.
As I settled behind the wheel and we pulled out of the driveway, my nerves melted into excitement. The car purred beneath me, smooth and powerful.
Chris put his hand casually on my thigh, and I nearly jolted at the touch, electricity coursing through me. Good thing I nutted earlier, I thought, swallowing hard. “You know,” Chris said, his tone sincere, “I’m so proud of you, Grayson. I can’t wait to see all the amazing things you’re going to accomplish.”
His words hit me like a warm glow, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinning. “Thanks, Uncle Chris. That means a lot.”
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Halfway through we stopped at a gas station for a quick break, and I followed Chris into the restroom. Standing side by side at the urinals, I tried to focus straight ahead, but the closeness made it impossible to ignore the tension prickling at the back of my neck.
As I finished, I caught Chris glancing down for a split second. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head with a grin. “Wow, you’re packing, nephew,” he teased, his tone light but laced with something I couldn’t quite place.
My face burned as I zipped up. “Uh, thanks, I guess,” I mumbled, trying to play it cool.
Chris clapped me on the shoulder as we washed up, his easy smile lingering. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, that’s for sure.”
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The day at college flew by in a blur of excitement. I toured the campus, met with a few professors, and even sat in on a lecture. The more I saw, the more psyched I became about the possibilities waiting for me here. Chris was right by my side the entire time, asking thoughtful questions, cracking jokes, and encouraging me at every step.
“You’re going to thrive here, Grayson,” he said as we walked back to the car. His words filled me with pride, and I couldn’t help but grin.
By the time evening rolled around, we were both exhausted. Uncle Chris pulled into the hotel, and we headed to the front desk to check in.
The receptionist gave us an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry, but there’s been a double booking. We only have one room available tonight.”
Uncle Chris frowned, glancing at me. “We can find another hotel if you want, Grayson. It’s no big deal.”
I shook my head, stifling a yawn. “I’m too tired to deal with that. I don’t mind sharing a room.”
“You sure?” he asked, his brow furrowed slightly.
“Yeah, I don’t care,” I said, giving him a small smile.
“All right, if you’re okay with it,” he said with a shrug. “Let’s just grab the key.”
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The hotel room was quite large and luxurious, Uncle Chris tossed his bag onto the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ll take a quick shower,” he said, heading to the bathroom.
I tried not to look, but when the door didn’t click shut, I couldn’t help myself. Through the cracked door, I caught a glimpse of him—completely naked as he stepped into the shower. His lean, toned body glistened under the spray, his muscles moving fluidly as he washed. My heart pounded, and I quickly turned away, pretending to scroll through my phone, but the image was burned into my mind.
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The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Uncle Chris tossed his towel over a chair, his damp hair curling slightly at the edges. His body caught the soft light from the bedside lamp, his chest and arms still glistening faintly from the shower. “Sorry, the beds don’t pull apart,” he said, his tone casual, but the tension in the air was impossible to ignore.
“That’s fine,” I said, keeping my voice steady. My heart was pounding in my chest, and the memory of him in the shower—completely naked, the water streaming over his firm and smooth, defined muscles—was fresh in my mind. I’d only caught a glimpse through the cracked door, but it was enough to leave my body buzzing with heat.
Trying to act casual, I stripped off my shirt and jeans, leaving only my snug boxers. I felt his eyes on me as I moved, lingering a little too long, and my pulse quickened.
I caught his gaze and smirked. “Everything okay?”
Uncle Chris snapped out of it, shaking his head as if to clear it. “Y-yeah, sorry.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him carefully. “You’ve been quiet,” I said, my voice softer now.
He ran a hand through his hair, sitting down on his own bed. “Just tired,” he murmured, though his tone betrayed a heaviness that had nothing to do with exhaustion.
I hesitated, my pulse quickening. “You don’t have to pretend like nothing’s going on.”
His head snapped toward me, his brows furrowing. “What do you mean?”
I stood and took a step closer to him. “I mean this,” I said firmly, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart was in my throat, but I couldn’t stop now.
He opened his mouth as if to respond but froze when I reached out, brushing my fingers against his arm. The warmth of his skin sent a shiver through me, and I took another step closer, closing the gap between us.
“Grayson,” he said, his voice low, almost a warning.
I looked up at him, my chest aching with longing. “I’ve wanted this… wanted you… for so long,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of the confession.
Something shifted in his expression, the tension in his jaw softening. His hand rose hesitantly, then slid down my back, firm and deliberate. The touch sent a jolt through me, every nerve ending igniting under his palm. I leaned into him, my breath catching as his hand moved lower, dipping dangerously close to the waistband of my boxers.
His fingers brushed against my bare skin, that my knees almost buckled. My body trembled, every part of me aching for more. “Uncle...” I whispered, barely able to form the word. I reached for his towel, desperately wanting to reveal him fully.
But then he froze. His hand stilled, and he pulled back sharply, standing up and raking a hand through his hair. “No. I can’t,” he said, his voice breaking. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“You don’t have to stop,” I said quickly, my voice raw with desperation.
“Yes, I do,” he said, turning to face me, his eyes filled with regret. “This is wrong. You don’t understand—”
“I understand more than you think,” I interrupted, stepping closer. “I know you want this too. I can feel it.”
He shook his head, his face a mix of guilt and longing. “It doesn’t matter. You deserve better than this—than me.”
I reached out, grabbing his hand. “I don’t care about better. I care about you.”
He looked at me for a long moment, his internal struggle etched across his face. “Grayson…”
“Please,” I said softly, my voice breaking. “If you don’t want to… fine. But don’t push me away. Can’t we just… can’t we just hold each other?”
He hesitated, his shoulders slumping as he let out a heavy breath. ”I don’t know if that is such a good idea.”
I looked at him with puppy eyes, “Please, just this one time. I promise not to do anything!”
You’re not going to let this go, are you?” he said, as his usual warmth returned to his voice.
I shook my head, holding his gaze.
Finally, he nodded. “Okay. Just cuddling. Nothing more.”
He put on his boxers, and I caught a glimpse of his ass cheeks as he did. My heart skipped, but I quickly looked away. I didn’t wanna risk messing this up.
I climbed onto the bed, watching as he pulled on a T-shirt—a move that, I’ll admit, slightly disappointed me—before he slid in beside me. He wrapped his arms around me, his warmth enveloping me as I rested my head against his chest, his steady heartbeat echoing softly in my ear.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt completely safe. His arms wrapped around me securely, and the world outside the room seemed to melt away. Every worry, every doubt faded as I sank into the comfort of his embrace.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing.
And at that moment, I truly believed him. The warmth of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat—it felt like home.
Right then, I knew I had to tell him.
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Jules
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