I knew very well that my uncle Rahmat looked at me with desire. I was no longer a boy but a 19-year-old man. Yet my body was still androgynous, with small, sensitive nipples, a deep navel, and a slim figure that sometimes drew unwanted attention. I had been avoiding him, but his greedy glances were becoming harder to ignore.
Uncle Rahmat was over forty, widowed for five years, and had been living with us since. He would often catch me alone, his eyes full of lust, and his hands would find their way to inappropriate places, always careful not to be seen by others. I must admit, there was something about his attention that made me feel desired, even if it was wrong.
One day, when my parents were out of town, he finally got his chance. I had been avoiding him all day, but as night fell, there was no escape. My heart pounded in my chest as I heard the faint noise at my door. Uncle Rahmat stepped inside, his eyes glinting with an unnatural intensity in the dim moonlight.
“Uncle, what are you doing?” I asked, trying to keep the fear out of my voice, but also feeling a thrill of excitement.
He closed the door behind him, his lips curling into a smile. “Don’t worry, Tipu,” he said smoothly. “I just wanted to talk.”
But I knew better. His eyes were too hungry, too predatory. I pulled the blanket tighter around myself, my hands trembling. “Please, Uncle, just go back to your room. We can talk in the morning.”
He took another step closer, his shadow looming over me. “You’re so beautiful tonight, Tipu,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate. “So delicate. I could just… consume you.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, but it wasn’t from fear. I felt a warmth spreading through me, a longing I had never experienced before. “Uncle, I… I don’t know what to say.”
He bent down until his face was inches from mine. His breath was warm against my skin, and I could smell the faint scent of alcohol on his breath. “You don’t have to say anything, Tipu,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Just feel.”
Before I could protest, his hand reached out and his fingers traced the outline of my jaw. I flinched, but he held firm, pressing his thumb against my lips. “Open up,” he commanded softly.
I obeyed, my mouth opening slightly. He pressed his thumb deeper, forcing my lips apart. I tasted the metallic tang of his skin, and it made my stomach churn, but also stirred something within me. He suddenly kissed my lips, brutally and greedily. I kissed him back, surprising myself with the intensity of my response.
He put his hands on my chest, feeling my small, sensitive nipples through the fabric of my shirt. I gasped, my body trembling with a mix of excitement and apprehension. He put his tongue on my neck, licking and sucking, marking me. Even though my body shivered, the fear was more suppressed. I pushed him away.
“Uncle Rahmat, please…” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.
He didn’t stop, but his touch became softer, more persuasive. “Let me show you, Tipu,” he murmured. “Let me show you how good it can feel.”
I hesitated, but then nodded, giving in to the desires I had been ignoring for so long. Uncle Rahmat smiled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He undressed me slowly, his fingers tracing every inch of my body, igniting fires wherever they touched.
When I was naked, he stepped back, admiring me. “So beautiful,” he whispered. “So perfect.”
He undressed himself, revealing a body that was older, yes, but also strong and masculine. I felt a surge of desire as I looked at him, my eyes drawn to his thick, hard cock. It was seven inches long and four inches thick, and the sight of it made my heart race with anticipation.
He guided me to the bed, pushing me down gently. I lay there, my breath coming in short gasps, as he climbed on top of me. His body was hot and heavy, pressing me into the mattress. I could feel his cock, hard and insistent, against my thigh.
“Uncle…” I whimpered, my voice barely audible.
He shushed me, his hand cupping my cheek. “It’s okay, Tipu,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”
He kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth, as his hands roamed over my body. He pinched my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through me. He kissed his way down my body, lingering on my navel, his tongue probing the sensitive spot.
Then he moved lower, his breath hot on my cock. He took me into his mouth, his tongue swirling around my sensitive flesh. I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily. He chuckled, his hands gripping my thighs, holding me down.
He worked his way back up my body, his mouth and hands exploring every inch of me. When he finally reached my asshole, I tensed, but he was gentler there, his tongue pressing against me, exploring me. It felt strange, but also good, and I found myself relaxing, opening up to him.
He reached for the lube he had brought with him, slicking up his fingers. He pressed one inside me, then another, stretching me, preparing me. I gasped, my body trembling with anticipation.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. He positioned himself at my entrance, his cock hot and hard against me. He pushed inside, slowly, giving me time to adjust. It hurt, but it also felt incredible, like nothing I had ever experienced before.
He began to move, his thrusts slow and steady. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back, as he filled me completely. He kissed me, swallowing my moans, as he fucked me with increasing intensity.
I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing with each thrust. Uncle Rahmat reached between us, his hand wrapping around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. It was too much, the sensations overwhelming. I came with a cry, my body convulsing as pleasure coursed through me.
Uncle Rahmat followed soon after, his thrusts becoming erratic as he spilled his seed deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me, panting heavily, his body slick with sweat. I could feel his heart racing against mine, our bodies intertwined.
After a while, he rolled off of me, pulling me close. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft.
I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. “More than okay,” I admitted.
He kissed me, his hand cupping my cheek. “Good,” he murmured. “Because we’re just getting started.”
I shivered with anticipation, looking forward to whatever came next. Maybe this was wrong, maybe it was taboo, but it felt too good to stop now. And besides, I had always been a curious boy, eager to explore the world and all its pleasures. And Uncle Rahmat was just the man to guide me on this new journey of discovery.