Upon getting home from work and finding the parcel on my doormat, I tear it open impatiently with my teeth. I know it contains my 19 year old nephew's Calvin's, worn three days without change and all stinky with dick. I paid £250 for it + postage, a price which included cheeky iPhone videos of Jason wearing and gently soiling them for proof of authenticity. A fair tariff if you ask me. Jason's hot AF.
I'm his top patron on OnlyFans, except he doesn't know it's me - his own Uncle. I've got dozens of personalised clips he's sent me on my hard drive, and now I'm buying his dirty briefs.
Without the least qualm, I huff greedily on his shorts, and my God did I get what I paid for! That boy knows exactly how to make his undies smell ripe and dicky. I'm practically pissing precum - my senses set aflame with Jason's crude perfumes.
At every point I jumped right in and crossed every line without a second thought. Ever since I stumbled across his PornHub page. Fucking flipped when I first saw all those vids of him whipping his dick out and jerking off in risky places - supermarket aisles, carparks and cinema seats. Like he just can't keep a lid on his teenage sex drive.
I rinsed his account and spent a whole night busting nuts over every single upload. To this day my favourite video has to be the one where he's pissing on a cash point. Obviously captured on his way home after a night on the lash, you can hear all his mates spurring him on.
Fuck he's so sexy! The kind of cocky charva that would have kicked my head in when I was his age. I had none of his confidence and brass. Found my stride later in life, but never lost a wicked fancy for the Bully Boys - and my Sister's boy Jason has grown up to be a right fine specimen.
Immediately followed links to his OF. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't hesitate. Then I set up fake profiles to follow his twitter and his secret gram. If I'm honest, Jason has become a bit of an obsession. I have to admit that now, sniffing his shabby briefs in my open doorway at 4 in the afternoon.
There's a handwritten note in the package,
"Enjoy the smell of my straight dick you fucking queer, it's as close as you're ever going to get!"
What a brat! That's all part of his sexy shtick - shaming the dirty old bastards who perv on his content, telling us how pathetic we are, and taunting us with photos of him snogging his girlfriend. He posts pictures of them both on holiday, spending the money we send him. He even uploaded a reaction video of him getting head off her. Just his smarmy face, smirking as she gets to work.
Kimberley her names is. She's got an OnlyFans too. I've met her at family gatherings, they've been dating a year now. My sister doesn't know anything about their extra revenue. She thinks they're just on a good salary with their day jobs, but it's the sideline that's funding their lifestyles, and I'm the one making Jason flush.
Mate, I haven't checked in on Grindr for weeks. It's just not interesting when my own nephew is teasing me like this. Reading his note again, sexed up on his stink, I decide to interpret the put-down as a challenge,
"...it's as close as you're ever going to get!"
Is it now? That's going to be MY head bobbing in your lap on your next reaction video. I'LL be the one making you smirk and moan, you sexy cunt.
At least, that's the fantasy I'm running with tonight as I play with my new purchase. There's no fucking way I could take my shameful crush any further. It's just another unspeakable perverted secret I'll have to live with. FML.
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Something's definitely going down between Jason and his girlfriend Kimberley. I've seen them both a whole bunch of times since I secretly jumped on his OF. My sisters are close and are always throwing Sunday roasts or birthday parties. Today it's my eldest sister's third daughter's tenth birthday. Don't let it get confusing, lol.
There's too many women in my family. Aunties and godmothers and sisters and nieces. Before Jason was born I was literally the only boy - the youngest a four siblings. Growing up with 3 big sisters was ok, but I did always wish for a brother. My Father left before I could talk. Maybe that's why I turned out gay - deprived of much needed male dominion? Either way, I never expected to develop a lust for my own nephew.
I can keep a lid on it - not giving anything away. But my eyes do wander, and he's often catching me checking him out.
"Hey, what's up with Kimberley?" I ask while she's checking her WhatsApp on the patio.
"Mate, she's pissed I lost the gold chain she bought me," he smiles, completely unaware I know he's lying.
He didn't lose the necklace, he sold to me - his no.1 fan! I've got it in a bedside draw at home with his old socks and Calvin's. Use to be he never took it off. Wore in to every family gathering, and in every smutty video. I asked him to sell it to me, and he said no. Said it was a special gift from his girlfriend, but everything has a price and I kept improving my offer. He let it go for £2000.
You probably think I'm a fucking chump. That chain might have cost £150 new, but honestly it's worth every penny - just to see the chagrin on Kimberley's powdered face. Anyway, I can afford it. I make tons of money at the advertising agency, and I got nothing better to spend it on.
"She'll get over it," I remark, maintaining an off-hand composure.
She knows he sold it. It wouldn't matter if it was merely lost, but he let his OF patrons come between them, and that's why she's mad.
"Nice shoes," I continue, recognising limited edition Air Force Ones when I see them, and surreptitiously pressing the point.
"Thanks,' he counters, getting bored with me and staring at his phone.
Honestly, what a total fucking babe! Lithe and blond, with a chavy step-cut and a slit in his brow. Looks so much like his Dad, who I also had a crush on. He split years ago, just like all my sisters' men. History repeating.
