Uncle Mason’s Bed | THE WHEELER FAMILY | Tape 1

Luke’s not had it easy. All his life my nephew’s had to deal with challenges that were never his fault. I’ve always been in his corner. As the youngest of my siblings, I had a better appreciation for what he was going through than some of the other members of the family. And when my sister, his mom, divorced, I made a point to stick up for the little guy.

As the years passed on, things got a lot better. Luke grew into a chill, handsome young man, even someone I found a friendship with. I can tell he likes spending time with me—he’d share his interests, his laughter, his concerns without any worry. Sometimes… I wondered if he had a little bit of a crush on me.

I didn’t mind. I kind of liked the attention; it made me feel like “the cool uncle.”

Lately he’d been spending a lot of time bouncing between houses. His birth dad, Joel, had been busy traveling and his mom had been spending more and more time working night shifts. Luke can absolutely take care of himself, but his parents would prefer if he stayed with someone who can look out for him when things got busy.

When Luke arrived, we had a relaxing night of playing video games, laughing, and eating pizza until we nearly passed out. He was only going to be here a couple days, so I might have gone a little overboard with the fun—and calories. I guess I was still trying to be the cool uncle.

I made up the guest room for him and we settled into the night. Back in my own bedroom, as I was scrolling through my phone before sleep, Luke knocked on the door.

“Hey,” Luke said, wearing just a white t-shirt and some underwear. “I can’t sleep. Can I sleep with you?”

When Luke was little he would, on occasion, sleep with me. He was like a little puppy who would nuzzle into my chest and purr through the night. It felt great to be able to give him that kind of support and affection.

He was much older now, so I wasn’t quite so sure. But then I remembered all the times my buddies complained about the mattress of the guest bed. It’d be dishonest if I didn’t mention how even they had to share my bed a few times.

So, I let him in. I thought nothing more of it as I turned off the lights and hugged my pillow.

I don’t know how much time passed, but when I was half awake, I felt Luke’s soft hands move over my body. It was a warm night, growing warmer as he traced fingertips through the hair on my stomach and chest. I could hardly think straight as he spooned me closer.

It felt better than I would have imagined, had I ever imagined it. It had been some time since I had this kind of closeness, and in my twilight state, I forgot all about the fact that Luke was actually family! So much so that I found myself guiding his hand lower and lower.

Before I knew it, I was rock-hard. Wakefulness grabbed me from my light sleep as my nephew groped my throbbing member. I didn’t want to stop, but I had to be the adult.

I turned around and whispered, “We can’t do this…”

It was almost more of a plea than a reprimand. Luke looked me in the eyes and I found myself struck. He was so handsome, but also very much like a puppy again. When he said he wouldn’t say anything to anyone, I found myself completely overwhelmed.

I turned the light on, half expecting it to douse my feelings. But all it did was make me more hungry to feel my nephew’s lips on mine.

I brought him in for a kiss. His hands worked up toward my cock. He snuck his fingers inside my boxers until he found the rigidity of my shaft. I couldn’t help but run my hand down low, feeling an entrancing heat in his pussy.

It didn’t take long for Luke to pull off my underwear and his, leaving him completely bare: skin to skin, uncle to nephew. He wasted no time in throwing his mouth on my cock, a sensation that almost had me blast right then and there. It felt so good, and frankly, he knew exactly what he was doing. I wanted to ask about how he became such a good cocksucker, but I know how I was at his age. I just wish I’d had a sexy, cool uncle to fool around with.

As Luke swallowed my dick, I spread his legs apart to feel his soft, wet pussy. I’d never been with a trans man before, and I hadn’t given much thought to Luke’s privates before now. His warm, welcoming hole and his hard t-dick between his masculine thighs drove a certain craziness into me. I’ve been with dudes before and I’ve been with women. But Luke… he was like a hot, skilled unicorn, one that made my balls ache to release.

I put him on his back and lapped at his pussy. Every time I looked up, Luke shot a satisfied, half-lidded glance at me. He moaned and spread himself open, desperate for me to stay inside him and work his body’s pleasure center. My beard brushed up against his soft fur, sparking hot friction between us. He tasted incredible, but what really sent me off was when he spread his legs apart, as if inviting me to enter him with my cock.

I paused. It was the first time since I’d turned on the light that I found myself reconsidering the situation. I knew it wasn’t exactly right to devour my nephew’s pussy, but something about the idea of fucking him seemed like a real departure from just fooling around. I knew nothing would ever be the same between us. He’d see me differently. I’d see him differently. He trusted me so much, I didn’t want to violate that in any way.

I asked him, breathlessly, “Are you sure?”

I looked him in the eyes, trying to determine his state of mind. We all get horny and do dumb things. I didn’t want to be one of them for him. But the way he nodded and said yes made it seem so effortless. It was like he’d thought about it before—this moment wasn’t planned, but I could tell he wanted it and had wanted it a long time. I guess I had been right; he did have a bit of a crush on me all these years.

As I moved myself up in bed, positioning myself between his legs and pointing my leaking, throbbing cock toward his pussy, I knew I was reaching the point of no return. I questioned if I was brave enough to go through with it, but then my love for Luke just completely took over. With a gentle push, I was inside him, enveloped in his tight warmth. He gripped me from inside as if he was holding me in place. Yet I still managed to thrust back and forth and feel an intense pleasure that I couldn’t contain.

Luke rubbed his t-dick, getting it harder and bigger as I worked myself closer to climax. I held off as long as I could, enamored with how he looked at the end of my cock and how his moans filled my bedroom. He made an unexpected motion; he reached for my underwear and gave it a sniff. I nearly lost it. He wanted me. He worshipped me. And he had me deep inside his body.

All it took was a few more pumps and I recklessly spilled my load into his pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head and I almost caught myself feeling regret. But Luke just cried out, “I want it! I want it!” That’s all I needed to hear…