When My Uncle Stripped by the Pool

Mateo’s mother warned him, before getting into the car with her husband, not to leave the house upside down. It was an unnecessary warning. The mess in the house had always been her doing.

—Take care of your uncle —she added from the doorway.

—Mom. He’s forty-two.

—I know. That’s exactly why I’m telling you.

His uncle Marcos arrived that afternoon with a small gym bag, a leather jacket, and that smile of a man who’s spent months putting up with things he shouldn’t have had to put up with. He and Lorena had separated three months earlier. Technically still married, but living apart. Marcos’s sister had offered him the house that week because “he needed to disconnect,” in her own words.

Mateo had spent years seeing his uncle at Christmas and at weddings, always with Lorena glued to his arm like a bad-tempered accessory. Without her, Marcos was different. Looser. More present. That night they ate dinner together and talked more than they had in all those combined family visits over the years.

***

In the morning, Mateo found him by the pool.

Green swimsuit, tight, clinging to his body when he came out of the water. Forty-two years old and that physique. The result of someone who had kept up an exercise routine not out of vanity but out of habit, with the obvious consequences: broad back, flat stomach, defined forearms.

Mateo watched him from the kitchen window while he waited for the coffee to boil. When Marcos looked at him from the pool and raised a hand in greeting, Mateo moved away from the glass a little faster than necessary.

Forty-two, he thought. Forty-two and that body.

***

His parents left after lunch. His father told him to get some fresh air. His mother told him not to leave the couch sweaty. Neither of them was going to be there to check.

Mateo lay on the sofa in his underwear with the console on and a bag of cold chips beside him. Marcos had gone upstairs to take a nap.

After six, he came down.

He was still in his swimsuit, but he’d put on a white tank top over it. It contrasted with his dark skin. In his hand he held a thin joint, already rolled.

—With your parents here I wouldn’t have dared —he said. —Do you mind?

—Not at all. —Mateo set the controller down on the cushion. —Whatever you want in the garden. I smoke too, but not inside because my old man smells everything.

—Good. —Marcos paused. —There was another habit I wanted to take back up. I go nude when I can. It’s comfortable and it de-stresses me. But if you’re embarrassed or it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll stop.

Mateo felt heat rising into his cheeks.

—I’m not embarrassed —he said, looking toward the screen. —Around here, it’s your business.

—Sure? —Marcos gestured at the red briefs Mateo was wearing as his only clothing on the sofa. —Because between wearing those and wearing nothing, the difference is pretty minimal.

Mateo couldn’t find an answer. His uncle ruffled his hair as he passed by, as if he were twelve, and went out into the garden without adding anything else.

—Oh, what a nice little nephew.

Mateo squeezed the controller and looked back at the screen. He couldn’t see anything.

***

He went up to his room with the phone in his hand and took up position behind the curtain.

Marcos was on the sun lounger, lying on his back, the joint between his lips and his arms bent under his head. The green swimsuit was folded on the chair beside the lounger. Mateo brought the phone camera closer and the image pixelated a little, but enough to confirm everything he’d been imagining since that morning.

The neatly groomed pubic area, with the hair trimmed almost to the skin. The thick, uncircumcised cock, resting heavy and dead on his thigh, with the foreskin barely covering the head. Thick at the base, fatter toward the tip. His balls hung low in the heat, heavy between his open thighs.

Mateo silently sized him up and felt his own hand sliding down over his stomach without any conscious decision on his part. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of his briefs and grabbed his cock, which was already hard, and began to stroke himself slowly while he watched his uncle lying naked in the sun.

Then the phone rang.

He stepped away from the window and answered on the third ring.

—Diego, fuck... —he muttered.

—What’s going on? You haven’t answered messages for two hours.

—I was busy.

—Busy how?

—Not that way. Yet.

There was a satisfied pause on the other end of the line.

—Tell me.

—He suggested nude sunbathing. And he looked at my underwear in a way that wasn’t exactly family-like.

—I told you. And what did you do?

—Nothing. He ruffled my hair and went out to the garden.

—He ruffled your hair? Like a little kid?

—Yes.

—Mateo. That man wants to fuck you.

—You don’t know that.

—He’s been married twenty years to a woman who looks like she was designed in a lab. He’s been separated for three months. He came to stay here alone with you knowing there’s nobody else in the house. And the minute your parents left, he took his clothes off. What do you think is happening?

Mateo didn’t answer. He kept touching himself inside his briefs, staring through the gap in the curtain at the naked body in the garden.

—Let me go —said Diego. —I can get the truth out of him in ten minutes.

—No fucking way. You’re an animal and you know it.

—Exactly why you need me.

Mateo hung up. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, his cock throbbing hard against his palm.

Diego was crude and foul-mouthed, but he wasn’t stupid. Mateo thought back to before: the glance at the briefs, the nude-sunbathing joke, the hair ruffle that for some reason had thrown him off more than anything else. As if Marcos was testing how far he could go.

He decided to find out.

***

He went down to the garden with his phone in his hand and a pretext ready.

—Hey, Marcos. My cousin Diego wants to come swimming this week. He usually comes in summer because he doesn’t have a pool. Would that bother you?

—Do I know him?

—You may have seen him at a wedding. He’s from my father’s side of the family.

He held out the phone. It was a photo from that summer: Diego on the beach in a racing swimsuit, tanned, with that swimmer’s body he’d had since he was sixteen.

Marcos studied the image with more attention than was necessary to recognize a face.

—Doesn’t ring a bell —he said at last, handing the phone back with a smile that took a second too long to form. —And is he like you?

—What do you mean?

—You know what I mean.

Mateo looked him in the eye.

—Yes. He’s like me.

—Then tell him to come whenever he wants. —Marcos reclined on the lounger. —Though I have to ask you something. If the two of you come... will I have to get dressed?

Mateo felt his cock jump under his briefs.

—I don’t think that’ll be necessary.

—And you?

—I’m like this because I’m going to get in the water.

—Of course —said Marcos. Just that.

***

Inside the pool, the cold helped him think more clearly. But only a little.

They moved around for a while without speaking, each at one end, crossing paths without touching. Then Marcos hoisted himself up onto the edge and sat there with his feet in the water, in the sun. Mateo swam over until he was right in front of him.

At that distance, and with the sun at Marcos’s back, the cock hung at Mateo’s eye level. Plump, dark, heavy, with the thick balls resting on the edge of the hot stone. Mateo had to look up.

—Can I ask you something personal? —said Marcos.

—Depends what it is.

—Your cousin Diego. Is it only nude sunbathing you do together?

Mateo held his gaze for a second.

—No.

—Thought so.

—We fuck —said Mateo, his voice low but firm. —For years now. He sucks me, I suck him, and then one of us fucks the other. Most of the time he fucks me.

—Fuck.

Marcos’s cock had started to change. It had been slowly swelling, thickening and lifting off his thigh, the foreskin drawing back to reveal a shiny, reddish glans. Mateo watched it openly this time. Then he lifted his eyes.

—And why do you want to know that?

—Because I’ve been wondering about things I can’t answer on my own for a while.

Mateo held onto the edge with both arms. The two of them were a meter apart. Marcos spat into his palm and took hold of himself slowly, without looking away. He started stroking up and down with a closed fist, showing his nephew how hard he got for him. A strand of spit slipped out and moistened his balls.

—Tell me something else.

—If you want me to tell you something else —said Mateo—, take off my swimsuit first.

Marcos grabbed the waistband and pulled down. Mateo came out of the water until he was standing in front of him, wet briefs clinging to his body and the outline of his erection clear beneath the damp fabric. Marcos hooked two fingers into the waistband and pulled them down to his knees. Mateo’s cock sprang free, hard, already dripping from the tip.

—So it wasn’t just nude sunbathing —murmured Marcos.

—Just a little more.

Mateo knelt between his uncle’s spread legs on the wet edge of the pool. Marcos’s cock was in front of his face, thick and throbbing, with a shiny glans and a drop of pre-cum hanging from the slit. He took Marcos’s balls in one hand, heavy and hot, and weighed them as he brought his mouth closer.

First he ran his tongue from the base to the tip, slow, following the thick vein underneath. Then he licked his balls, one and then the other, sucking them into his mouth. Marcos groaned under his breath and put a hand on the back of Mateo’s neck.

—Fuck, nephew. Fuck.

Mateo went back up with his tongue and took the cock into his mouth in one stroke. He gripped it at the base with his fist and felt it fill between his cheeks until his throat hit the limit. Marcos let out a sound that wasn’t any word, just air. Pure relief.

He leaned back on his elbows. He closed his eyes and opened them again because he wanted to see his nephew with his mouth full of his dick.

Mateo started slowly. Learning the thickness, the shape, where it responded most. When he ran his tongue just under the glans, Marcos’s thighs tightened. When he swallowed it to the hilt and held, his abs contracted and his hands went to Mateo’s hair without squeezing, just holding him there.

—Like that, like that —gasped Marcos. —Suck me like that. Fuck, how you suck it.

Mateo found a rhythm. He’d pull the cock all the way out, spit on the glans, and shove it back down his throat with a wet sound that mixed with the splashing of the water. Saliva ran down his chin and dripped onto his uncle’s balls, which he kneaded with his free hand. He picked up speed until Marcos started thrusting his hips against Mateo’s face, fucking his mouth slowly.

—Wait, wait —murmured Marcos, pulling his hair back. —I’m about to cum and I still haven’t stuck it in you.

Mateo pulled away with swollen lips and a chin wet with spit.

—This was it —murmured Marcos, with his cock throbbing hard and red in front of his nephew’s face. —This was what I needed.

Mateo stood and climbed onto him astride. The two of them found the position with more clumsiness and laughter than either would have admitted aloud. Marcos held him by the waist with a strength Mateo hadn’t expected. With the other hand, he spread his ass cheeks and ran two saliva-slick fingers over Mateo’s hole, testing the entrance, pressing slowly until the first finger sank all the way in.

—Fuck, nephew, you’re tight.

—Put it in already —gasped Mateo. —I’ve earned it.

Marcos took hold of his cock and lined it up with the hole. Mateo lowered himself slowly, very little by little, breath coming in broken gasps and eyes open, feeling the thick glans force the entrance and then work its way inside, centimeter by centimeter. It stung at first. Marcos was thicker than Diego, and he felt it in every inch.

—Slowly —said Mateo.

Marcos obeyed, holding him by the hips to control the descent.

The first one to stick out his tongue was Marcos. Mateo found it with his own. They kissed with open mouths while Mateo finished settling onto his uncle’s thighs, with the cock buried to the balls inside him.

—All the way in —gasped Marcos against his mouth. —All the way inside.

Mateo began to move. First small circles, getting used to the thickness, then up and down with his legs, letting the cock in and out of his ass while Marcos held his hips and bit his neck. The sound of Marcos’s balls slapping against his ass mixed with the splashing of the water against the edge.

—Ride me, nephew. Ride my cock.

Mateo braced his hands on his uncle’s chest and sped up, riding him harder. His own cock bounced hard against Marcos’s stomach, leaving a trail of fluid on the skin. He moved on top of him for what felt like a long time. Marcos’s dick filled him in a way that wasn’t familiar and was therefore even more intense, touching places inside him Diego had never touched.

When Marcos lost patience, he grabbed him by the hips and started thrusting from below without asking, driving into him with hard strokes that drew a moan from Mateo at every hit. Mateo clung to his shoulders and closed his eyes.

—Good? —asked Marcos, without stopping fucking him.

—Very good. Keep going. Harder.

Marcos laid him on his back on the towel spread beside the lounger, without pulling out, and lifted his legs over his shoulders. From above, he looked him in the eye and slammed back in to the hilt in one single thrust. Mateo arched his back and let out a long moan.

—Fuck me —he gasped. —Fuck me, Uncle. Rip my ass open.

Marcos started pounding him with all his hips, driving in and out hard, his cock shining between his nephew’s ass cheeks every time he withdrew. Sweat ran down his chest and dripped in drops onto Mateo’s stomach. He took Mateo’s cock in his hand and started stroking it in time with the thrusts.

—You’re opening me up, Uncle. You’re taking it all in.

—And I’m going to cum inside. I’m going to fill your ass with semen.

—Yes. Cum inside. Fill me up.

Marcos came with his fingers sunk into Mateo’s hips and a nearly inaudible sound, a grunt clenched between his teeth. Mateo felt it inside him, the cock throbbing hot against his walls, the cum firing in spurts into the back of his ass. Marcos kept pushing slowly as he emptied himself, taking advantage of every last contraction.

Then he lay down on top of him without pulling out and kept stroking Mateo’s cock with his hand, fast and tight, until Mateo tensed up completely and came while pressed against his uncle’s chest. He finished over his own stomach and over Marcos’s hand, thick white spurts reaching all the way to his sternum, while Marcos’s dick was still inside him.

Marcos ran his semen-smeared fingers over Mateo’s lips and Mateo sucked them without thinking.

They lay still. The sun on the grass. The pool water moving on its own. Marcos’s cock softening slowly inside Mateo’s ass, and a thin trail of semen slipping out along the edge when he finally pulled out.

***

—I have to tell you something —said Marcos when his voice came back to him.

Mateo had his head resting on his arm. He looked at him.

—My plan wasn’t this. I came to ask you to introduce me to someone. A friend, someone I could trust. I wanted to check whether what I’ve been feeling for years was real before deciding what to do with my marriage.

—And I was never part of that plan?

—Once or twice I thought about you. I felt guilty every time. The last time I saw you, you seemed much younger.

—I was twenty-one.

—I know how old you were. —A pause. —This morning, when I saw you watching me from the kitchen window, I understood I’d miscalculated.

Mateo took a moment.

—Well, you’ve had your first time now —he said. —And pretty well, too, by the way.

The two of them laughed.

—Are you okay? —asked Marcos, more seriously.

—I’m very okay. —He propped himself up on one elbow, with his uncle’s semen still running down his thigh. —And I’m going to tell Diego to come tomorrow, if that’s okay with you.

Marcos looked at him for a second.

—That’s more than okay.

He kissed him. Long and unhurried. Mateo let himself be carried along because they had all week ahead of them.

They did.