What My Nephew Had Planned for That Afternoon

When I woke up and saw the empty bed beside me, I wasn’t all that surprised. I hadn’t asked her name before she left, and she hadn’t asked mine either. It had been a long, good night, and that was all I needed to know. The sheets had that unmistakable smell of sex, of wet pussy and dried semen, which made me smile up at the ceiling before getting out of bed. I was still half-hard just remembering her riding me, her tits bouncing and her mouth open, moaning as she came impaled on my cock.

I took a long shower, made myself a black coffee, and spent the morning doing little more than cleaning the kitchen and listening to music on my phone. Forty-five, and holding up well, I tell myself every time I look in the mirror. The gym helps. Discipline too. Since I lost Valeria, that’s how I’d been living: work, gym, and every so often a night with someone whose name didn’t matter much.

I had one pending thing from the day before: Pablo’s birthday.

My nephew had turned eighteen last week and I hadn’t been able to make it to the small family celebration because of a work trip. I’d promised I’d stop by, bring him something, have coffee with him. He was the nephew I got along with best, the most serious, the most reserved. He’d always had something I found hard to define, a kind of quiet intensity behind his eyes that caught my attention every time we talked.

I picked up the gift I’d left on the dining table —a special edition of a Japanese manga I’d been looking for for months— and headed out to the car. The sky was overcast, threatening rain, and the traffic was the usual Saturday-afternoon mess for the city. It took me longer to park than it had to get there.

Pablo lived with two university roommates in a flat downtown, small but well located. He opened the door with a wide smile and bright eyes.

—Uncle Andrés! —he exclaimed, and gave me one of those hugs that really squeeze.

—Happy birthday, kid. I owed you that since last week.

The two roommates were in the living room watching something on the computer. They greeted me with that slight nod young guys have when they’re not quite sure what to do with an adult in their space. Pablo pushed me toward the table and said he’d make coffee. He opened the gift before putting the coffee maker on, and for a moment the serious look on his face broke: he let out a clean laugh and flung himself at me the way he had when he was ten.

—It’s perfect. Where did you find it?

—You have to know where to look —I told him, hugging him back.

We sat down at the table when the coffee was ready. His roommates had gone back to the bedroom. Pablo had brought out a packet of cookies, and we talked about anything and everything: his first year of university, my latest trips, the family. It was easy talking to him. It always had been.

I don’t know exactly when I started feeling bad.

First it was a heaviness in my eyelids, which I attributed to being tired from the night before. Then a sort of sluggishness in my body, as if my muscles were taking longer than usual to answer. I tried to keep up the conversation, but Pablo’s words came muffled, as if from another room.

—Are you okay? —I heard him say, though his voice sounded far away.

I wanted to answer. I couldn’t.

***

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was the strain in my wrists. It took me a few seconds to understand what I was seeing: the ceiling of a room that wasn’t the living room. A bed without sheets beneath me. My hands tied to the headboard, my ankles to the bedframe legs. I was completely naked, my limp cock hanging against my thigh, fully exposed.

I fought. The ropes didn’t give.

—Easy —said a voice.

Pablo was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. He was naked too. His cock stood hard against his stomach, stiff and throbbing, with a shiny bead at the tip. He looked at me in a way I’d never seen before, with a calm that didn’t fit anything I knew about him.

—Pablo —I said, and felt my mouth still heavy—. Untie me. Right now.

He didn’t move.

—I’ve been waiting for this moment for years —he said, in a low, steady voice—. Since I was little. You never noticed.

—I don’t know what you’re talking about. Untie me.

—Yes, you do.

He came over and sat on the edge of the bed. He put a hand on my thigh and slid it slowly upward, his fingertips brushing the hair, until he reached my balls. He cupped them in his palm, squeezed gently. I tried to move, but the knots were precise and my position gave me no room.

—I love you —he said—. And since you were never going to look at me like that, I had to find another way to have you.

The words hit me like cold water. I understood everything at once: the coffee, the drowsiness, the roommates waiting in the other room. He’d planned it carefully and in detail. The quiet, serious kid with the intense gaze had been building this for who knew how long.

—Pablo, this is insane. Untie me and we’ll talk. I swear, we’ll talk.

He shook his head, almost tenderly, and lowered his hand to take my cock between his fingers. He started to stroke it slowly, rolling the foreskin up and down, unhurried, his thumb drawing circles over the glans every time he came back up. He spat on my cock and his hand moved more smoothly, more obscenely, with that wet sound that left no room for doubt. My body reacted before I could stop it. I felt the blood rushing down, my cock swelling against my will in my own nephew’s fist.

—No —I said.

But he was already bending down.

***

He swallowed my cock whole in one go, without gagging, until I felt his nose pressed flat against my pubis. His tongue worked underneath while his throat squeezed the tip, then he came up slowly, sucking with hollowed cheeks, pulling it out with a loud sucking sound. Then down again. And again. And again. He sucked me with a technique that had nothing to do with inexperience; every movement of his tongue was precise, intentional, calculated. He pulled it out of his mouth to lick it from root to tip, took my balls into his mouth one by one, swallowed me whole again. I wanted to keep fighting the ropes, but the effort became harder to sustain with my cock already rock-hard and soaked in his saliva.

The two roommates appeared in the doorway. One leaned against the frame with a crooked smile, his hand inside his pants, stroking his dick. The other watched without really knowing what expression to make, though the bulge in his crotch gave him away just the same. The rage I felt then was unlike anything before: it was no longer panic or confusion. It was something sharper, colder.

Pablo didn’t stop. On the contrary: seeing his friends watching him, he got more into it, started fucking my mouth with my cock as if he had something to prove, bracing both hands on my thighs, taking my length to the hilt again and again, letting saliva run down his chin and drip onto my balls.

—Pablo —I said, in a voice that was no longer asking—. Stop.

He didn’t stop.

Pleasure and rage mixed together in a way I didn’t know how to name. What he was doing to me had not been with my consent. And at the same time, my body responded with brutal honesty that I couldn’t control. I growled despite myself when I felt his tongue circling my glans, pressing it against his palate. Pablo noticed and put more force into it: one hand went down to massage my balls, the other closed around the base of my cock and started jerking me in time with his mouth. I could feel my climax rising. I clenched my teeth not to give him the satisfaction.

—See? —he said, pulling back for a moment, his mouth shining and a string of saliva hanging from his lip to the tip of my cock—. You like it.

—No —I answered—. But if you really want me to show you how I feel, untie me.

There was a silence.

—What do you mean? —he asked, and for the first time I saw something different in his expression: curiosity mixed with something like fear.

—That if you untie me, I’ll give you what you wanted. But my way.

***

Pablo took a moment. Then he motioned to his roommates, who came over and started undoing the knots. When I felt my hands free, I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my wrists without saying a word. The three of them watched me. Pablo with that intensity of his. The other two with a lot less certainty about where to put themselves.

I got to my feet, my hard cock pointing straight at their faces.

The two roommates were first. I grabbed them by the collars of their T-shirts and pushed them to their knees in front of me. They protested, but Pablo looked at them and any objection was cut off. They were part of the plan, they’d taken part, and now it was their turn to take part another way.

—Open your mouths —I said.

I made them take turns. I shoved my cock down the first one’s throat in one hard thrust that made him gag, pulled it out dripping with saliva, and jammed it into the other one the same way, not letting either of them breathe between turns. Neither of them had any practice, that much was obvious: teeth scraped, tongues didn’t know what to do, they choked on the third thrust. But I didn’t care. What mattered to me was getting back something they’d taken from me without permission: control. I put my hand on the back of their necks when they tried to pull away and drove their faces against my pubes until tears sprang to their eyes. One of them threw up a little drool. The other was crying with my cock in his mouth. That didn’t stop me either.

I stripped them with rough pulls and laid them face down on the edge of the bed, side by side, their asses raised. I spat between their cheeks, spread their ass cheeks with my thumbs, and saw the tight little holes, virgin. I shoved into the first one in a dry, hard thrust, all the way in, bare, without the slightest mercy. The scream he let out made the bed shake. I grabbed his hips and started fucking him with hard thrusts, watching my cock go in and out, slicked with mess. When I felt like it I left him and moved to the second, without cleaning off, driving into him just as brutally. They both screamed. It was their first time like that, and you could tell by how their sphincters fought to close around my shaft. I didn’t give a shit. I alternated between one and the other, giving ten, fifteen thrusts into each ass before switching, until I left them sprawled on the mattress with their holes open and red.

When I left them there, I turned back to Pablo.

My nephew was looking at me from the other side of the room, eyes wide and cock dripping. It was the first time I’d seen him without that calculated calm, the first time he seemed genuinely surprised by how things had turned out.

—This is what you wanted —I said, coming closer—. To have you in front of me.

He didn’t answer.

I kissed him hard, pushing my tongue deep into his mouth, cupping his face in both hands. He kissed me back, and in that gesture I felt all the tension he’d been carrying for years, the boy who had built a forbidden fantasy for far too long. I took one hand down to his ass, drove a finger between his cheeks, and found he was already slicked up, prepared, waiting for me long before I’d arrived. I pushed him onto the bed and put him face down, his ass up in the air.

—Unc... —he started.

—Don’t say anything —I cut him off.

I grabbed his hips with both hands and drove my cock all the way into him in a single blow, balls deep. The scream he gave filled the room, a shrill howl that broke in the middle. His roommates, who couldn’t move very well, watched without intervening. Pablo clutched the rumpled sheets with white knuckles and endured it, though every thrust ripped a different sound from him: first pain, then broken gasps, then something harder to classify, long moans rising from deep in his chest.

—Is this what you imagined? —I asked in his ear, never slowing down, my body pressed to his back—. Getting fucked by your uncle? Bare? In front of your friends?

He didn’t answer with words. What answered was his body, which took less time than I’d expected to react despite everything: he started pushing his ass back, seeking each thrust, and his cock hung between his legs harder than before, dripping onto the sheet. I turned him onto his back, lifted his legs, threw them over my shoulders, and kept going. He was crying and cumming at the same time, the invisible makeup of the rage with which he had planned all this running down his face. I didn’t stop. I grabbed his cock in my hand and jerked him in time with my thrusts, feeling it hard as stone despite his tears. The rage still hadn’t fully come out, and he knew it, and somehow that was also what he’d wanted when he planned all this.

He came before I did. I watched his load spatter across his stomach and chest in thick bursts, and his ass clenched around my cock in spasms that almost made me blow then and there. I held out. I kept fucking him through his own aftermoans, unmoved by the whimpering, until I felt my own climax rising too. I pulled out at the last second, jerked myself over his face, and emptied thick ropes of semen over him that landed on his forehead, his lips, his chin, his chest. I put the tip in his mouth so he’d swallow the last of it, and he, still gasping, sucked without protest.

When I finished I leaned back, panting. Pablo stayed still, staring at the ceiling with his face smeared. His roommates did too, their holes open and dripping saliva. The whole room smelled of the mess we’d made together: sweat, semen, fucked-out ass.

***

I got dressed in the hallway, unhurried and without saying goodbye. I found my things where they’d left them and walked out through the front door. In the building entrance, a neighbor coming in glanced at me a second too long. I didn’t look back.

Outside, it was still raining. I walked to the car without hurrying, letting the water soak through my clothes. I got in, started the engine, and rested my head back against the seat for a moment before driving off. I didn’t think about Pablo. I didn’t think about what had just happened. I didn’t think about anything in particular.

I drove aimlessly for a long while, rain pounding the windshield and the radio off.

What happened that afternoon had no name. Or too many. And none of them were the one I would have chosen.