I made an earlier post about how I stumbled across a porn video of my uncle, in an staged uncle/nephew scene, and blew the biggest load of my life watching it. People wanted an update, so here it is.
The next day it was impossible to concentrate. I've got an uninteresting job at a warehouse while I figure out what to do with my life- I took a year of college and quickly realized I didn't know what I wanted and couldn't afford to waste that much money finding out. But the warehouse job paid decently for a young, uneducated grunt like me, enough to afford my own shitty little apartment in this shitty little city. It gave me time and space to think. But that day the only thing on my mind was a close-up of my uncle's cock ramming that twink's ass, and his deep sexy voice saying "Do you want this? You sure? There's no taking this back."
My supervisor could see that my mind was not on the job and put me on some menial task away from any forklifts, which suited me just fine. Mid-afternoon, I took a bathroom break where I furiously rubbed out a quick load, not for the pleasure of it but purely for the release. The whole time I pictured my uncle Neil in my head, teasing my hole with that big cock, saying "Do you want this? Do you want this? You sure?" The relief helped, but I still had trouble concentrating.
When I got home from work I forced myself to do anything but go on the computer. I made myself dinner, took a shower, changed into sweat pants and t-shirt, and tried to do some gaming. But I couldn't focus and I knew I was fooling myself.
I didn't go straight for the video, which of course I had bookmarked. Instead, I checked out that studio's website, tried to find information about the video. That turned out to be far more frustrating than I expected; their catalog wasn't exactly laid out in a way that was easy to browse, and their page of performers only listed the most common ones. I tried their Twitter account next, and had to scroll through several pages of junk to find what I was looking for.
There was my uncle, in an ad, standing next to Jeff the twink. He was bare-chested, in a jockstrap, posed sort of unnaturally. He was surrounded by cheesy neon fire and a starburst design with "$10.99 a month!" in the middle of it, next to his face. Underneath was a brief description of the scene I'd watched, which was not entirely accurate, like it was written by the lighting designer's cousin who didn't actually watch the scene. And finally, underneath that, was what I was really looking for: the names "Daryl Cole" and "Jeff Price."
"Daryl Cole" wasn't too hard to find on Twitter, and when his personal feed appeared on my screen I was in heaven. He posted pretty regularly, at least once a day, usually with either a pic or a short video clip. His Twitter bio described him as "Strong, rough Daddy with kinky tastes! Come drool over my cock, boy. 18+" and included a link to his fans site. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning discovering that the scene with Jeff wasn't just a one-off thing he did. As I scrolled through, my cock gradually tenting the fabric of my sweatpants, I realized that he'd had this secret career for at least a couple of years. It finally clicked in my head that at family gatherings he didn't really talk much about work anymore.
I'm not ashamed to admit that as I scrolled through and watched every last clip of him, sometimes jerking off solo, sometimes playing with another guy, I started teasing my cock through my pants. Part of me just tried to convince myself that I was only interested in my uncle because he was the kind of guy who turned me on- that my instant obsession would be the same if he was a stranger, that my urges weren't incestuous. But a larger part of me just didn't care and didn't want to get into the analysis of it.
The video clips drove me wild and deepened the confusion between my cock and my brain. They were mostly from amateur videos, but well-made ones. He was mainly with younger guys, and often acting out some sort of domination or incest fetish. They called him sir, Daddy, or sometimes Dad, and occasionally Uncle. I loved all of it, but the ones where they called him Uncle were my favorites because I could so easily put myself into that fantasy. They were all disappointingly short clips though: I needed more like I'd seen before, full scenes with all of the tension of foreplay, where every powerful pistoning of his cock into that poor boy's hole was shown from every angle. Eventually, despite all of the strange and conflicted feelings I was having, my craving won out and I fished my credit card from out of my sock drawer. I always felt so proud of myself for being so careful with how I used it, putting all my bills on it and paying them off right away. I had somehow kept myself from going into debt with it like so many other people my age. I tried not to use it frivolously. This purchase felt important though.
With a lump in my throat and some anxiety turning over in my stomach, I entered the numbers onto the Fans site. The page unlocked and my uncle's big smile greeted me. I saw with delirious surprise that he had over two hundred videos up, and thousands of pics. A quick scroll through the videos showed that they were anywhere from five minutes to forty-five. I felt giddy.
Then I saw that I had a message on the site, and my heart dropped. I thought I'd been anonymous, I thought this would be safe. Surely he couldn't see the name on my credit card? How had he messaged me so quickly?"
I laughed with relief when I read the message though. It was just some automated welcome and thank-you from him. "I hope you enjoy all of my content, thank you for being one of my fans," etc, etc. But at the bottom, he added: "Feel free to message me here anytime! I might not always get back to you right away but I read and respond to everyone."
Once my heart started beating normally again, my fingers hovered over my keyboard. I thought carefully about what to write, and finally typed out:
"Hi! I'm so glad I signed up. You have so much hot content, I know I'm really going to enjoy this! You kind of remind me of my uncle, and that turns me on."
There was no response right away, which didn't bother me. He probably wasn't online, he would check his messages later maybe. I started digging through his archives. There was some really amazing stuff here. His Twitter feed had been a representative sample; a lot of his content was daddy/boy or uncle/nephew, or at least dominating a younger guy. Some of the guys were twinks, some otters and cubs. I felt a surge of excitement to see that one of his regular guys looked kind of like me. About the same age, early 20s, two broad to be a twink, not chunky enough to be a cub. A bit of chest hair, but mostly smooth. Actually, when he stood next to my uncle it was easy to fantasize that it was the two of us. This guy was in a few videos, where he called my uncle Daddy. I set one going and watched with my eyes glued to the screen as my uncle Neil pushed him to his knees, opened his mouth with his fingers, and slid his cock deep into the younger guy's mouth. In moments he was brutally face-fucking the guy, grabbing him by the hair and making him gag repeatedly on that beautiful big cock. After a minute he pulled out, letting the guy catch his breath. A stream of thick drool slipped out of the younger guy's mouth. I wasn't usually into this kind of rough play but I was completely captivated.
"Did you like that, boy?"
The boy gurgled and looked up at him with eyes full of bliss and adoration.