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.
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