We absolutely need a bigger apartment, though, and I wanted a better social environment for Hunter, including being closer to his older cousin Kyle who has been an important emotional support for my son, as well as a good role model. I made a trip to the area where Kyle lives hoping that I could find something for us, which turned into a total train wreck in some ways but another revelation in others.

My plane was late, my hotel reservation got screwed up, I couldn’t find another one. I ended up staying with my nephew Kyle for the night and ended up at his place for the whole week. Kyle and I were always close. Not exceptionally so, but he was a good kid and I enjoyed spending time with him. I’ve always tried to treat him as much like an adult as he could handle at the time, but obviously, he was still a kid and I was a grown man. After the divorce I sort of drew back from him. I didn’t want to put him in an awkward place of being caught in the middle of my wife’s feud with me.

I was looking forward to seeing him again. I was a little apprehensive, though. I didn’t expect things to go badly; we’re still on good terms. He’s a grown man now, though, and there is always that awkward renegotiation between people who used to be adult and child and now have to figure out how to relate as two adults. It was even more pronounced for us since it hasn’t happened gradually.

What happened was a total shock to me. Of course, I hadn’t seen him so I didn’t know what kind of man he had grown into. It hadn’t even crossed my mind to think about that. When he opened the door for me, both of us were wondering what was on the other side. When our eyes met, though, there was no question what the answer was for both of us… a man I want to fuck.

If I was not already in an intimate relationship with my son, I honestly don’t know how I would have handled it. Once you’ve had sex with your son, though, your nephew is hardly any more off limits. It’s been years since I’ve had that kind of chemistry with another man. Kyle is a hot as hell beefy furry bottom that can’t get enough of his uncle’s cock. Then there is the spice of the fact that neither of us can ignore the fact that I was the male role model that a young gay boy had a crush on, and he was the cute boy that I watched grow up.

Kyle goes from confident butch man to whimpering kitten when I shove my cock into his hole and I just can’t get enough of that. I never once thought of Kyle in a sexual way when he was young but now the fact that I did watch him grow up, that he was so off limits that I was never even tempted, gives an extra raunchy context that now I can think about him, and even better, fuck the hell out of him… and we have. Several times a day.

I’m the luckiest man alive, and my life just gets better and better lately. This particular chapter has to come to an end, though. I need to get back to Hunter. That’s not a burden! I’ve missed him terribly. I’ve called him every day to check on him. He has my best friend’s number, if he needs anything. Given his recent history I’ve had reasons to be concerned about him but he needs to know I trust him; I need to learn to trust him. So, yeah, I’ll be glad to be back, and I’ll probably have my cock balls deep in his sweet body before my bag is unpacked.

I’ll miss Kyle, though. We’ll have much, much more time together. Maybe all three of us. I can’t wait to be closer to him. I want to move worse than ever, and today I have to fly back home and work on making that happen.

I woke up with Kyle spooned against me. His firm round ass was pressed back against my morning wood. He smiled that sweet intoxicating smile of his, said good morning and kissed me. He asked if I could get a late check out. Planes don’t work that way. It doesn’t leave for hours though. Plenty of time for a nice long goodbye and one more long slow ride on my stud nephews ass before I take off.