Chapter 4: My Cocks First Kiss

When he came out, he got dressed then sat in the armchair. ‘Just before we go,’ he said, ‘Come over here and see the photos.’

‘I went over, and as soon as I was close, he grabbed hold of me and pulled me onto his knee. I had given up any idea of fighting or objecting by now, so I just sat there subservient.’

‘He pulled me against his chest with one arm around my shoulders. His other hand was holding his phone. He showed me the first photo. It showed me lying on the bed naked, my cock standing up hard and it even showed the naked couple on the tv screen.’

‘To make it even worse, in the excitement I had put my hand round my cock. Anyone seeing it would think I was lying there playing with myself whilst I watched a porn film and he had come in and caught me at it.’

‘Your mum would have a fit seeing that.’ he said. Then he moved on to the next one. That showed a jet of cum squirting out of my erect cock. Worse still, it was very clear that it was someone else’s hand who was holding it.’

‘Your school pals would have a field day with that one.’ he said. Then came the next one. That showed me with my eyes shut as if in ecstasy and what was clearly someone else’s giant cock in my hand.’

Then he moved on again. The last one I had had no idea he had taken. It showed his cock in his hand close up, filling most of the screen. But clearly in the background was me getting dressed and watching what he was doing.’

‘I just went weak all over at the thought of anyone seeing them. As he felt me sag, he pulled me tighter to him and said, ‘Don’t worry, look after me and no one will ever see them. ‘I’m sorry,’ he added, ‘For implying you were a thief. Clearly, you’re not, so you and your mum can stay.’

‘But there’s a price. You never set foot in here again unless I tell you to come. That was a relief, but it was very short lived. ‘Every Sunday I’m home,’ he said, ‘We’ll come in here and have some fun. Do that and you can stay as long as you like.’

‘Stand up now.’ he instructed. When we were standing facing each other he put a hand each side of my head and moved his head close in front of me. ‘I promise you, if you do as your told, no one will ever see those pictures,’ he said. ‘But cross me, refuse to do anything I tell you or tell anyone about what happens in here, and they’ll be on public show.’

‘Then he leaned forward and kissed me on my lips. I didn’t respond because I was so surprised at him showing affection, but it didn’t seem to bother him. ‘There, my promise is sealed with a kiss.’ he said.’

‘We went back up to the house. I was terrified about the pictures, but when I thought about what we had done, it didn’t seem too horrific. I decided for mum’s sake, and to keep the photos secret, I’d learn to live with it. It didn’t occur to me that it could possibly get worse.’

‘When was that first time?’ Lewis asked. ‘Four months ago.’ Joey said. ‘So does that mean you have been back to the cabin with him three times since?’ Lewis asked. ‘Yes.’ he said sounding really depressed.

‘Ok, sit up.’ Lewis said. He moved round to the side, and they hugged. ‘Now you’ve told me all that, the rest will be easier.’ Lewis told him. Joey gave him a long kiss. ‘What was that one for?’ Lewis asked with a smile. ‘For being you,’ Joey told him, ‘And for letting me share the burden with you, I feel better already.’ ‘That’s what friends are for.’ Lewis told him returning his kiss.

They hugged a while longer, then Lewis returned to the end of the settee. As Joey settled in place, Lewis resumed his slow massage on his head and rested his hand flat over his currently soft cock.

‘Did anything happen between the first and second occasion at the cabin?’ Lewis asked. ‘Nothing with Uncle Desmond,’ Joey said. ‘Mum asked me if everything was ok as I seemed a bit down. Also, I had a few sleepless nights worrying about the photos and what was to come. But whenever Uncle Desmond was home, it was as if nothing had happened. If anything, he seemed a bit more sociable to both of us.’

‘Tell me about the second time.’ Lewis asked.

‘On the fourth Sunday, as soon as mum had left for church, Uncle Desmond came into the lounge and said cheerfully, ‘Time for gardening.’ I got up and followed him.’

‘We went down through the garden and into the cabin. He drew the curtains on the patio doors and called me over to him. He took me in his arms and said, ‘You know what we’re going to do. You know you’re going to have to do it. So, you may as well accept it, and try to enjoy it as much as you can.’

‘He took my head between his hands and kissed me on the mouth. I’d already decided I had no way out, so I’d stop fighting it and just hope something turned up.’

‘I did my best to return the kiss. I thought I may as well use the situation to increase my knowledge. As we broke for air he said, ‘That was nice.’ Then we had another one.’

‘Right,’ he said when we’d finished. ‘Strip down to your underpants.’ Then he started stripping himself. Once I was in my underpants and he was in his shorts we had another hug and a kiss. He had gone hard, but I was still soft. As we pressed together his cock was throbbing like mad.’

‘Feeling it flexing against me made my cock stiffen up and I was quickly fully hard. ‘It’s catching, isn’t it?’ he said smiling. Smiling was something he didn’t do much of and he looked completely different.’

‘He had his hands on my cheeks over my underpants to hold us close and I had copied him. With both our cocks hard and throbbing between us it felt quite nice.’

‘Then he knelt down in front of me, kissed my cock through my underpants and pulled them down very slowly. He lifted the front over my cock so that an inch of my tip poked out. Then as he pulled the back down to match, he kissed my tip directly on the flesh.’

‘I couldn’t help making a happy noise at the feeling. Eventually he had my underpants down past my cock, so it waved about free. He took hold of it and played with it. Then keeping hold of it in one hand, he played with my balls with the other hand. He was surprisingly gentle.’

‘He played for a while, then pulled them right down and helped me step out of them. After tossing them aside, he kissed the underside of my cock and my balls before standing up again.’

‘He pulled me into his arms, and we kissed again. Feeling his cock with just one layer of cloth between us was lovely. ‘You don’t have to do everything I did,’ he told me, ‘But take my shorts off in a way we will both enjoy.’

‘I knew I’d have a job pulling them down with the size of his cock, so I put my hands down the back of his shorts. I gave his cheeks a feel, then moved my hands round to the front but staying inside his shorts.’

‘I could tell he was enjoying it by his happy noises and his hands sliding gently up and down my back. As my hands came round the front, I took hold of his cock in one hand. I still couldn’t get over how big it was. As it throbbed in my grip, I moved my other hand down between his legs and took hold of his balls.’

‘He was making much louder noises now, clearly what I was doing met with his approval. Then letting go of his balls I took my hand out and started pulling his shorts down a bit each side whilst keeping hold of his cock.’

‘Once the top six inches of his cock and my hand were out of his shorts, I let go of it and knelt down. I pulled his shorts right down by tugging on the bottom of the legs.’

‘As they went down, his cock was waving about in front of my face. Then as I helped him step out of them, his cock swung across my face and touched my lips. I kissed it by instinct more than intention. The result was amazing.’

‘It flexed like mad, and its tip was actually stroking the side of my face as it throbbed. It felt lovely. I stopped what I was doing to enjoy it. When it eventually came to a stop, I stood up and he took me in his arms.’