Page 76 of Love Language

G moaned. Do you want me to suck you again? he asked hopefully.

You are starting to please me, Uncle G. But that’s not what I want right now.

What? My hands? Do you want me to touch you?

M chuckled. Lay down and I’ll show you what you can do for me.

Slowly, every muscle tense and pulled together, G turned and laid back along the couch. He kept his legs together and knees bent, protecting himself. His arms hugged his chest.

He felt the layers of the role play press down on him. His desire for his nephew. His fear of this unfamiliar, lewd sexual act. The desire that burned behind the taboo, if only M would make him do it.

M shucked off his white shorts and knelt at the end of the couch, towering over him. He ran his hands down G’s legs, using the motion to remove his sweatpants and boxers, then stroking back upward. The sweet caresses were at odds with his commands.

Has anyone ever fucked your hole?

G shuddered and shook his head. No. You can’t do this. He felt frightened and hungry for it at the same time.

I think I can do this. I think you want me to do this.

No, please don’t. G knew that whimpers were dripping from his mouth, his emotions spilling out in every direction. He could only do it if M forced him, and the secret desires of his persona burned for it.

Spread your legs.

He shook his head.

M calmly spread his legs for him, inserting his small body between them. G knew that he could fight M off at any time, could even say a safeword and call everything to a stop. Yet he reveled in the feeling of powerlessness.

Still hard for me, M commented, now caressing his cock lovingly, making G press up into his hand to chase that beautiful sensation.

M stroked him faster, adding a twist at the top. G thrust and moaned, so turned on from sucking M’s cock that he was afraid that he would come.

Then, M stopped, leaving G desperate and wanting.

M looked him over, making him feel dirty and ashamed.

M seemed to like what he saw. Since this is your first time, he explained, I’m going to go easy on you and use lube. M fished around in the couch cushions and withdrew a capped tube.

Greg felt his heart swell. Marco had planned all of this! He’d thought it was all spontaneous, as the best-planned scenes often seemed, but the care and thought that Marco had put into it really touched him. The yoga exercises, the tight shorts, the uncle-nephew relationship… all of that had been planned for him!

He was so overwhelmed that it took a moment to sink back into his persona. When he did, he tried to press his legs together, but only succeeded in squeezing M’s hips.

M shook his head in warning. This won’t hurt as much if you relax for me. He paused, running one gentle hand up G’s leg. But if it does, I might enjoy that, too.

G shuddered, feeling his cock leap. No, M. You can’t do this. It won’t fit.

M made a show of squirting the lube onto two fingers. Let’s see how tight you are.

Once he found his way to G’s hole, he didn’t hesitate at all, pressing one insistent finger immediately inside. G arched, wanting to pull away and also seek out more of that rough intrusion.

M twisted his finger around and tugged at the rim, taking things slightly too fast for G to accommodate.

Uncle G panicked. Greg loved it.

M pressed inside with another harsh finger and G screamed. “Nooooooo!” he voiced and signed, the burn so exquisitely painful, so much more than he was ready for.

You dirty slut, M signed with his other hand. You told me you’d never done this before, but your ass is so ready for me.

No, it’s not ready. It hurts! Please stop, it hurts!