Please note... literotica usually places stories with incest themes in that category regardless, but note that the tale involves an uncle and a nephew and is a gay male story as well.
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When Eileen Boland's sister and her husband visited her every summer for a long weekend, it was a pleasant diversion for the now-single mother of a teenage son. Eileen was happy that her son Franklin didn't seem put out by the visits, although the introverted lad seldom complained about anything anyway.
Eileen knew that although she had tried her best for it not to happen, Franklin had turned out to be a Mama's boy, no doubt in part the product of an absent father, but at least Eileen didn't have to worry about her only child running the street and getting into trouble because Franklin was content to spend most of his spare time reading and studying. His few friends were much like he was as well, studious bookworms.
As Eileen and Franklin redid the boy's bedroom so that her sister Sheila and her husband Mac would be more comfortable, she thanked her son for not only helping but putting up with having to move into makeshift sleeping quarters in the otherwise never used room at the other end of the house.
"No, it's fine mother," Franklin assured her. "I enjoy it when Uncle Mac and Aunt Sheila visit too."
The 19 year old college sophomore wasn't lying about enjoying his relatives stay either, but his mother had no idea exactly how much her boy loved it when they came.
Mac and Sheila arrived rather late Friday evening, so after briefly catching up on things they all turned in early. When all the lights went out Franklin waited for a while before heading down the hall to the bathroom, which was near his usual bedroom.
Franklin paused, waiting to bolt into the bathroom should the door of his bedroom open, because the teen didn't want to be caught out in the hall eavesdropping.
Franklin held his breath as he listened, his eyes pointed at the far end of the hall at his parents bedroom, praying that door didn't open either. The boy smiled when he heard the familiar sounds that he so enjoyed, and while it probably wasn't as good as watching it was close.
Besides, Franklin had an imagination so he knew what was causing the squeaking of his bed, the frame groaning and the springs chirping in rhythm as his uncle and aunt made love.
Making love? That might not have been the right word for it because while Aunt Sheila was a sweet and bubbly little lady who was much like her sister - Franklin's Mom, Uncle Mac was a coarse and rough guy who looked like a stereotype of a dock foreman, something he happened to be in real life.
Those gasps and grunts that went along with the bed noises came mostly from Franklin's aunt who the boy pictured was underneath Uncle Mac on the bed, her skinny legs spread wide while the brute - still remarkably muscular and fit in his early 50's - savaged the petite lady.
It was always odd to Franklin that even though his aunt and uncle were visiting someone else's home, that never stopped them from having sex every night, and while they weren't usually real loud, still and all Mom - Sheila's sister - was right down the hall, although the boy suspected that the sex was Uncle Mac's idea and Aunt Sheila had little say in the matter.
The squeaking and grunting was getting louder, and now the sound of the headboard tapping the wall joined the chorus. Meanwhile, out in the hall Franklin's hands were down the front of his baggy pajamas, with his right hand pumping his dick while the other hand held the tissues over his organ.
Then came the finale; a low moan/groan/roar from Uncle Mac, and along with that came Franklin's orgasm, his knees turning a bit to jelly as he came. After the lad milked himself dry he hurried down the hall to the spare room where he closed the door behind himself and caught his breath.
It was all part of the excitement, the thrill of risking being caught, although if it ever happened that would be a disaster. What would be worse, Franklin wondered as he extracted the gooey tissues from his PJ bottoms, his mother or his Uncle Mac seeing him out in the hall like that? That would break his mother's heart, Franklin knew, but as far as Uncle Mac went the only breaking would be his nephew's nose or jaw.
Franklin had told his best friend Sheldon last year about his audio voyeur adventures during his aunt and uncle's visits, and like he had expected Franklin's friend not only approved but said he was envious.
"I saw your Aunt Sheila," Sheldon offered. "She's a slightly older version of your mother, only with bigger boobs, so I would do her for sure."
"You would do anything and anyone with a pulse, just like me," Franklin had offered in response. "Problem is nobody else has been interested in us."
"True enough, but then there's your uncle," Sheldon replied. "Kind of Bruce Willis meets Clint Eastwood. When I saw him in that tank-top I got instant wood. I don't know how you can stand being around him for long."
"It's not easy," Franklin had said, but it was, and after the teen crawled into bed and turned out the light, he coaxed his pajama bottoms down because he knew that like most nights when his uncle visited, once would not be enough to let him fall asleep.
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Franklin woke up rather late for him, and when he went out into the hall he heard the sound of the shower running, making the bathroom visit his kidneys were begging for impossible. On the kitchen table was a note in his mother's writing, explaining that she had taken her sister to the mega mall out in Syracuse and they would be back for dinner.
That meant two things to Franklin, the first being that with the women not around he could duck out onto the back porch and pee over the rail, since the yard was not within sight of any neighbors.
The second thing was that the person taking the shower was Uncle Mac, and as Franklin hustled out of sight and waited for his uncle to emerge he could hardly contain his enthusiasm because one of Franklin's favorite things to do was to watch his uncle getting dressed after showering.
Even with the women in the house Uncle Mac was never all that careful about leaving the bedroom door open a bit when he was done showering, almost as if he wanted somebody to look. Franklin had taken his share of peeks over the years, fleeting glimpses that nonetheless were exciting, so the lad grabbed his phone so he could perhaps take a shot of his uncle in the raw.
His first thought would be that he could show a picture to Sheldon to prove that he wasn't kidding about his uncle's body, not that he thought his friend doubted it, but Sheldon and he had a falling out recently so that was out for the time being.
The shower went off and Franklin waited, imaging his muscular uncle pulling the shower curtain back and grabbing a towel. Now that would be a job Franklin would love to have, he mused to himself, getting to dry his uncle off.
Then the squeak of the bathroom door came, and after a few seconds Franklin ducked his head out and looked down the hall to make sure his uncle had gone into the bedroom before padding down the hall with phone in hand, praying that the door would be ajar like always.
It wasn't ajar, it was wide open, and Franklin had to stop abruptly before peeking around the door jamb. There he was, his still moist body naked with a towel in hand and his back to Franklin, blissfully unaware that his nephew was watching him.
Mac's broad back and thick neck rippled with muscles at every slight move, the dusting of hair on his upper back making Franklin shiver. Franklin loved the sight of his uncle's comparatively tiny butt and tree trunk thighs as well, but he wanted Uncle Mac to turn around, just for a second because the disadvantage of the door being open was that the lad was just as visible as his uncle.
Uncle Mac was rubbing the towel over his bald head, his biceps bulging with the effort, as he moved a bit towards the dresser, giving Franklin a brief peek at his profile before turning to face the doorway.
Franklin took a couple of quick pictures and after watching as long as he dared while his uncle's head was under the towel, spun and hurried down the hall, making the trek in record time.
"Oh man, that was risky," the boy mumbled to himself as he went over to the desk and sat down to check and see how the photos came out, his shaking hands making the simple procedure a challenge.
"Shit," the lad said as he looked at the three pictures, none of them very good due to his nervousness.
Still, Franklin still had the memory of actually getting a good look at his uncle completely naked. Mac's massive chest with the mat of hair still mostly black, those bushy armpits and the faded tattoos on those big biceps all combined for an incredible package even if you didn't consider the other part.
"Ah yes, the other part," Franklin sighed to no one as he looked at the picture that had come out best, but while that incredible 'other part' was visible the photo didn't do it justice.
