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“I know this is last minute, Miguel, but can you watch over Miles for me? Just for the weekend. I promise.”
It was too early in the morning for this. It was too early, and it might have ruined the start of his Friday before it even started. Miguel O’Hara looked a mess: jumbled hair to where it covered his eyes, an abhorrent five o’clock shadow that he swore he’d get rid of, and heart-printed pajamas that he matched with his daughter just the night prior.
Miguel stared blankly at Rio, his half-sister, with a frown. His eyes then trailed downward to see his ten-year-old nephew, Miles, anxiously holding his mother’s trousers.
Oh, this was going to be terrible.
No, it wasn’t that Miguel didn’t like Miles – quite the opposite. The little brat couldn’t stand him. Anytime Miguel was in the same proximity as Miles. The kid would get fidgety and nervous. Miles would immediately vacate the area and make Miguel feel terrible afterward. Leave it to Rio to inconvenience him at the last second.
However, Miguel figured Miles' stay wouldn't be all that bad, considering Gabriella, his daughter, would have a playmate of a similar age to mess around with for the weekend. While it wasn’t often that Gabriella and Miles would see each other (Gabriella with her soccer practice and Miles with whatever he does at home), the two children were great friends. It would be a relief if Gabriella acted as a barrier so that Miles would not think to cry the second Miguel would walk into a room.
“Go on inside, Miles,” Rio said to her son assuredly. “It’s fine. It’s just your tío.”
Miles looked like he wanted to cry, shaking his head ‘No.’ “He’s…scary, mami,” Miles whined, hiding his face into Rio’s leg. “Why can’t I stay with you and daddy?”
“Yeah. Why can’t he stay with you and ‘daddy’?” Miguel mocked, crossing his arms.
“Because you know Daddy and I planned out this three-day trip that we've had in mind for weeks now,” Rio responded, mainly directed toward Miguel. "There's no harm in having your tío watch over you while your mommy and daddy are gone for a few days, right, mijo?" Rio smiled down at Miles, who frowned in return.
"I guess," Miles mumbled, his voice trembling a teensy bit, making Miguel feel guilty.
Rio handed over a backpack to Miguel, which he begrudgingly took. “We're planning on hitting a couple of restaurants down in Jersey - look,” she pulled out her phone excitedly, displaying a fancy-ass five-star restaurant Miguel wasn’t sure was even real. “This one place that one of my coworkers was talking about is called Jerome's –”
"Oh," Miguel murmured uninterestedly.
"-And it has this one dish, but in my opinion looks terrible -"
“Uh-huh,” Miguel sighed boredly.
“Are you even listening?” Rio snapped.
Miguel blankly stared at Rio, unamused. “Mhm,” Miguel nodded, his eyes closing one at a time. If his sister didn’t hurry it up, he would pass out, and no earthly entity would be able to pick him up off the stairs of his porch. "All ears."
Rio scrolled briefly, showing Miguel other places she and her husband would visit for the weekend. On the occasion, she could be seen glancing up at Miguel now and then to see if he was truly paying attention. Miguel couldn’t hold back the small yawns that left his lips. By his third yawn, he heard a small giggle from below. Miguel glanced down to see his nephew's eyes go wide like saucers, afraid that he got caught, then hiding his face in his mother's pants again. Miguel would've considered it cute if not for the kid being terrified of him for no reason in particular.
“¿Entonces? ¿Qué piensas?” Rio asked, nudging Miguel hopefully, snapping him back to his sister's eyes, searching for approval. Miguel did not share the same sentiment. He just wanted to go back to sleep.
“…Am I supposed to care?” Miguel asked. Rio pouted, playfully hitting him on the arm. Miguel didn’t react since the hit didn’t even sting.
“Yes. You are,” Rio said. “And if you keep being mean about it... I won’t bring back any leftovers.”
Miguel wasn’t too keen on having day-old leftovers anyway, but he wanted this conversation done to stow away in his office and work without being disturbed. He glanced down at his nephew to see the little brat peeking up at him warily. Some part of Miguel felt hurt because it made him question his outward appearance sincerely. He wasn’t that imposing, was he? Sure, he was naturally buff with natural-born red eyes, but that didn't mean he was a hellspawn demon.
Miguel made a stank face at Miles, who shied away in response. Miguel would've let out a big sigh if Rio weren't in front of him. He'd have to deal with Miles' attitude like this for a whole weekend, huh?
It took two minutes for Rio to reassure Miles that Miguel wouldn’t eat him up before the child let go of his mother. Rio covered Miles with kisses, leveled Miguel with her warning star, and then sprinted to a taxi that had just pulled up to the curb. Miguel watched his sister waving at him as the car took off, leaving Miles and him awkwardly on his porch.
Miguel sighed, counting the seconds in his head, then glanced down. Miles was gone.
For a split second, Miguel’s heart lurched, thinking he’d already fucked up a babysitting job. Then it dawned on him that he wasn’t that stupid and that Miles was probably already inside watching the television or something. He was correct because as Miguel hastily walked past his foyer and into the living room, he saw Miles fiddling around with the T.V. remote, pressing buttons on the television, hoping a random kid’s channel would pop up.
Miguel huffed, dumping the backpack Rio gave him on one of the couches. It was a cute sight. Miles’ small tongue peeked out while his brows furrowed with concentration. Miguel caught himself when Miles snuck a quick look at him, cocking his head to the side curiously. Once he got a good look, he returned to jamming the buttons.
It was odd that Miguel’s heart stuttered from the single look. It would be a bit embarrassing if he had to say so himself. Maybe it was just the lack of sleep that was getting to him. Besides, what was the harm in thinking his nephew was adorable when his tongue stuck out the way it did? Small, pink, too precious for the world –
Miguel caught himself again, blinking at nothing.
Where did that come from?
He racked the empty crooks and crannies inside his head, failing to give a decent answer. So, Miguel settled with the thought of intrusiveness or simply the lack of sleep. He slapped his cheeks, regaining some clarity, and then let out a drained sigh when he was done. Either way, Miguel knew he needed to help Miles out, or he would eventually have to buy a new remote because the kid was practically abusing it.
“What’re you trying to watch, Miles?” Miguel asked, walking closer to the boy. “¿Necesitas ayuda?”
Miles stilled, too scared to look Miguel in the eye. “Um,” Miles started, lowering the remote to his lap. Miguel walked around the couch and sat beside Miles, keeping a distance since he knew how wary the kid was of him. “Bluey.”
“Bluey, huh?” Miguel murmured. If he remembered, it was that show about that big red dog. Or was that Clifford? Ugh, there were too many shows for kids these days. Back in his day, he was watching Inspector Gadget and Scooby-Doo. “Is it good?"
Miles shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno. The other kids in my class watch it a lot,” Miles said timidly, his hands fidgeting with the remote. “And I..kinda like it, too,” he peered at Miguel shamefully, unsure about his next choice of words. “Is…is that weird?”
Miguel wanted to punch himself in the face. “No – No. Of course not,” Miguel ensured as he waved his hands placatingly in front of Miles, dissuading any negative feelings the kid might have against the show. "You can watch whatever the heck you want. Hell, I think Gabriella watches it, too.”
“She does?” Miles asked, perking up. Miguel smiled down at Miles even though he didn't know jack shit.
“All the time,” Miguel replied. “Maybe you both can watch it together.” He carefully patted Miles' shoulder, hoping it wasn’t too imposing and would prevent Miles from screaming and running out of the room in fear.
Thankfully, it was the opposite. Miles nodded happily, a smile that adorned his lips quite unlike anything Miguel had seen years prior. It was nice seeing his nephew like this.
“Where’s Gabriella?” Miles asked this voice tilted high with curiosity. Miguel found it adorable, a dull voice telling him to squish the kid’s cheeks. He refused.
“She’s still asleep,” Miguel answered. “But she’s bound to wake up soon.”
“’Kay,” Miles uttered as he shifted in his seat, letting his legs fan out over the couch, the small skin behind his shorts riding up a small amount. It was just a mundane action, nothing out of the ordinary. But Miguel felt his whole chest tighten. The sun's rays from the blinds rained down on his nephew's body, giving him an ethereal glow that rivaled the apple of Eden. Miguel was so thoroughly captivated by the small expanse of Miles' skin that he didn't even realize he was holding his breath.
“Do you still want me to change the channel?” Miguel asked after some time, extending his hand out for Miles to give him the remote. “Let me help you.”
Miles stared long and hard at Miguel. The fear that Miguel was so used to vanished. Behind those doe eyes were sparkles accompanied by childlike wonder.
“’Kay," Miles said with a nod; a small smile graced his lips as he handed Miguel the remote. The exchange happened as quickly as it went. Miguel's hand went rigid. His heart beat a mile a minute, but he was better than to act on a whim from fleeting, insignificant moments.
Miguel tore his face away, eyes facing forward to the television. There was no good in thinking those things. His mind loved to wander, the devil that it was. Always chasing the what-ifs and the reality that he was trapped in. A sigh left Miguel’s lips as he knew that sitting around like this would only make Miles anxious.
Miguel pressed three buttons on the remote, and immediately, the gawdy intro music to Bluey flooded his ears. Miles squealed with joy while Miguel groaned in annoyance. As he stood up, leaving the remote at Miles’ side, rapid footsteps were heard from down the stairway. Miguel didn’t have to put two and two together that his demon spawn woke up to the sound of Bluey as she sprinted right past him without saying a ‘hello’ or a simple ‘good morning.’
Miguel watched as Gabriella and Miles fell in sync, watching their show. It was worth seeing Miles smile like that, and Miguel thought maybe the weekend wouldn’t be too terrible.
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It dawned on Miguel that tonight was the night Gabriella’s mother would pick her up for the weekend. The thought slipped his mind completely when he woke up to his sister and nephew at his door. Miles helped Gabriella pack her bags while Miguel was cooped up in his office, responding to emails and slowly stripping away whatever was left of his youth. He could hear their laughter and giggles bouncing off the walls, soon simmering into hushed whispers when a sudden knock was heard on the front door.
The farewell was sweet. Miguel watched Miles wave Gabriella goodbye, and she waved back sadly. She and her mother drove off, leaving Miles and Miguel alone on the porch. Miguel ushered Miles back inside, telling him to wash up so he could make them dinner.
It was a simple meal: chicken verde quesadillas with a simple salad. Miles loved the food, thanking Miguel as he dug into the quesadillas, moaning with each bite with delight. Miguel watched Miles swallow each bite, stopping himself after he realized he’d been staring for an uncomfortable amount of time.
Miguel handled the dishes, then instructed Miles to head to bed and bid him goodnight. And Miles, being the polite kid he was, responded with a nod and a smile, hopping off his chair. Before leaving the dining room completely, Miles spun back around to hug Miguel briefly. Miguel stared down at his nephew dumbfoundedly as the child bounded out of the room with a small chuckle following his every step.
“Little devil,” Miguel murmured under his breath, scoffing as he went to wash and dry the plates. Turning off the kitchen light before returning to his office was easy.
Miguel's assistant, Lyla, had spammed his inbox with more work-related inquiries, already rattling Miguel’s head as he scrolled through the copious amounts of emails that damned woman sent. For all he knew, she could have just been sending spam messages to piss him off. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d done something like that. And it wouldn’t be her last. Damn, vermin.
Miguel cleared his nose, picked up his glasses from the edge of the desk, and slotted them onto his face. Then, the sounds of keyboard clacking filled the room. Miguel was thankful that he was his own boss on nights like these. Not having to wake up on a schedule and being able to make time for Gabriella whenever she needed – it was genuinely nice. Despite it all, Miguel still felt lonely. With all the schedules that were Miguel’s life, there was never the chance to fill in a spot for love.
A sudden ‘brrr’ was heard from Miguel’s phone, and he flipped it face-side up. It was a message from Rio, asking if everything was okay. Miguel responded that all was well, mentioning that Gabriella had to leave with her mother, so it would be just him and Miles the entire time. Rio responded a few minutes later, smiling, sending a picture of her and Jeff eating a rather well-cooked steak. Miguel’s lips curled downward; he could imagine the noise of cutting into a steak like that. The whole table would probably wobble, leaving Rio and Jeff embarrassed.
Good for them.
He switched his phone off and placed it back in its original spot before returning to work. Miguel worked for a good hour before he heard shuffling at his door. A knock followed, causing Miguel to raise his head from his computer monitor.
“Come in,” Miguel said, glancing back at his screen.
The door slowly opened, revealing Miles peeking out from the door. Miguel squinted his eyes, peering down at his computer screen to see it was one o’clock in the morning, way past Miles’ bedtime.
“Tio?” Miles’ weary voice reached Miguel’s ears. “You awake?” It sounded like he’d been crying.
“I’m here,” Miguel answered, getting out of his chair and walking to the boy. “What’s the matter? ¿Te pasa algo?”
Miles shook his head, but Miguel noticed the boy holding onto his shirt, trying to pull it down to where it could cover the waistband of his pajama pants. Miguel frowned, crouching on one knee to meet Miles at eye level.
“Miles, talk to me,” Miguel said gently, pulling the boy’s hand from his pajama pants. “What’s wrong?”
“I…” Miles bit his bottom lip, his voice quivering. “No…Nevermind. You’re just gonna get mad at me.” He tugged his hand to pull away, but Miguel kept him close. He didn’t want to undo Miles' progress of being unafraid of him.
“No, no. I won’t,” Miguel reassured. “Tell me.”
Miles briefly stared into Miguel’s eyes before finally saying, “I wee-weed on the bed.”
“You wet the bed?” Miguel asked, a bit amused, but hid it in a more soft tone. “Is that it?”
“Sorry,” Miles whined. The sound, almost like a mouse, soothed Miguel. “I didn’t mean to. I‘m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Miguel reassured, putting a hand on Miles’ small shoulder comfortingly. “Let’s go and get you cleaned up, yeah?”
Miles nodded, still sad and regretful. He was still pulling at his shirt, but Miguel offered him a hand, urging him to take it. Miles made a face at his hand unsurely, and Miguel beckoned him, saying it was okay. It was enough for Miles to tentatively take Miguel’s hand, letting Miguel walk with him down the hallway to the bathroom.
Miguel realized how much Miles dwarfed him in size when it was just the two in the space together. The boy was around the height of Miguel's hip, if that was saying much. Miguel bent down and raised Miles’ shirt above his head. He was glad his nephew didn’t refuse, letting the garment fall to the floor. Next was the pants, and Miguel eyed Miles, ensuring the kid was willing to let him undress him all the way. Miles didn’t seem to mind, giving him a shy nod.
“Good boy,” Miguel murmured, patting Miles’ thigh affectionately as he tugged down the soaked pajama pants.
Miles shivered from the exposure, and Miguel had to stop himself from ogling like an idiot. It was a beautiful sight. Small dark nipples with freckles coating other parts of Miles’ skin. His gaze traveled downward, noticing Miles’ miniature uncut cock. Miguel could see all the goosebumps running all over Miles’ body, devouring each millimeter of the heaven-sent skin, examining it, and studying the scenery. His lips parted briefly, almost parched – wanting to drown himself in Miles’ touch.
Such boyish youth and beauty overcame Miguel’s senses, which made his mind run mad with ungodly ideas. A part of Miguel wanted to run his hands up and down the smooth skin, thinking against it as he steeled his mind together before acting alone on pure instinct.
“Let’s get you in the shower,” Miguel grunted, standing up and making room for Miles to pass.
Miles looked back at Miguel. “Can’t you join me, tio?” he asked. “Please?”
Miguel paused, body almost going rigid. Now, why would Miles want him to do that? Was he trying to tempt him or something? He glanced at his nephew, staring down at the boy quizzically as he was only met with sheer innocence. Sue Miguel’s dirty mind for always swimming in the gutter. He wasn’t expecting Miles to trust him completely when, at the start of the day, the kid still feared Miguel as if he were some manic axe murderer.
“Are you sure?” Miguel replied, hoping to dismay him. “I’m kind of big, nene,” And not in that sense. Well, yes, but no. “There’ll barely be any space between the two of us.” Miles’ face scrunched up in an indescribable emotion briefly before returning to his adorable default pout.
“It’s okay,” Miles replied. “I…I don’t want to do it alone.” He turned away from Miguel, crossing his arms over his chest. It was a bit chilly, and Miguel didn’t want him to stand around butt-naked for too long anyway.
With a sigh, Miguel scratched the back of his neck. “Fine,” he said, returning his hand to his side. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, though.”
Miguel gently pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor, then tugging on his sweats, letting them drop. He stepped out of the pool of clothing, walking past Miles to turn the knob to the hot water. Miguel glanced back at Miles, who was jolted when their eyes met. He didn’t mention it, thinking that Miles was probably shy seeing another naked man in the same vicinity of him.
When the water was hot enough, they both stepped inside. Miguel didn’t say much, using his hands instead of a sponge to wash away the fluids that stained Miles’ skin. He spread his nephews' legs apart, rubbing up and down the skin. Miles had his hands on the wall to steady himself, raising a leg as Miguel asked him to, letting his fingers glide over his tiny cock and butthole. Miguel could hear the soft tremors in Miles’ voice whenever he touched his thigh. It was interesting to jot down before he went back to washing down Miles.
Miguel moved to turn off the faucet as he finished, except that Miles had stopped him with a hand on his wrist.
“Aren’t you gonna get clean, tio?” Miles questioned.
“I don’t need to,” Miguel answered, blinking away the water that kept hitting his eyes. “I don’t stink.”
Miles made a face as if questioning Miguel’s sanity. “If you cleaned me, I have to clean you,” he stated as though it was a divine law. “It’s what daddy says anyways.”
“You take baths with your dad?” Miguel asked, jealousy lacing his words. Miles nodded.
“Yeah! But he says I’m getting too old for that,” Miles said sadly. “We haven’t done it in a while…” While he trailed off, his words stewed in Miguel’s mind.
Did Jeff get to him already? How many times? When? He wanted to be the one to wash Miles and bathe with Miles whenever he deemed it necessary. Miles deserved to smile, all soapy and suds, while Miguel’s hands would creep their way around his butt, cleaning out his nephew’s insides from their dirty deeds. His.
“Tio?” Miles asked, abruptly interrupting Miguel’s trainwreck of a thinking spree. “Are you okay?”
“’m fine,” Miguel answered embarrassedly. “Just…hurry up before we prune.”
Miles made a happy sound and immediately got to work. Miguel regretted it since his knees were starting to ache, but for the most part, it was quite nice. Miles touched all over his body, small hands poking at Miguel’s pecs frequently in awe. He was also very authoritarian in demanding Miguel lift his arms and bend a certain way. Miguel felt weary, and more tuckered out at the end of it before they started.
Miles was the first to hop out of the shower, leaving a water trail behind. Miguel followed shortly after, reaching for a towel on the drying rack. He dried Miles down. The kid couldn’t stop squirming and giggling, saying Miguel was tickling him. Miguel doubled down, dropped the towel altogether, and started tickling Miles.
One thing led to another; Miguel had Miles pinned to the wet tile. Miles was breathing hard, his face flushed from squealing and pleading, while Miguel wasn’t sure if he could even breathe. His air was stuck in his throat, and he didn't know what to think or do. Miguel knew what he wanted; it was right under him, close but still far away. One move and it could change his life for the worse.
Doe brown eyes sparkled up as Miguel’s hazy, love-struck reds gazed down. He needed this so fucking bad. Miguel inched his head downward; the steam from the shower must have been playing tricks on his head, his lips too close to even process the proximity of what was legal or what wasn’t. Closer and closer until Miles spoke, smacking clarity into his head.
“Tio,” Miles started lowly, almost afraid and shy. “I…love you.”
Miguel’s curiosity piqued, raising a hand to touch Miles’ cheek. Miles leaned into the touch, making a noise akin to a purr that made Miguel’s stomach flutter at the sight. Too cute. He’d devour Miles without a second thought if he weren't careful.
“I thought you hated me,” Miguel replied softly. “Scared, even.”
It was Miles’ turn to be embarrassed. He nodded as he said, “I…uhm, wasn’t sure if you’d like me…” he puffed out his cheeks, trying to figure out his words. Miguel was patient, not rushing Miles, and he allowed him to articulate his thoughts.
“Uh,” Miles continued. “It’s just…the way – uh. You were scary…to me. Like, you always seemed mad whenever I was around. So, I thought…it was my fault…” he was trailing off but got back on track. “But then, I figured you weren’t all that bad today. Juss’ scary lookin’.”
Miguel wanted to take offense, but he knew his nephew’s words hung true. It wasn’t as if he was all that friendly when the kid was around. Miguel was always emotionally and socially tuckered out, and his face didn’t appear the most amiable to those younger than him. (Thankfully, Gabriella was used to it, knowing how much of a sweet side he truly had.) So, the thumb on Miles’ cheek fanned outward to the corner of Miles’ mouth. Finding respite
“Entonces, ¿qué tal ahora?” Miguel asked. “Am I still scary to you?”
“No,” Miles said. “That’s why I love you.”
Love. Such a strong word to come from a tiny mouth. There was no way for the kid to know the true meaning behind that word – it didn’t hold the same equivalence to what his mother would throw out to him on a whim. Real love came from the heart and soul, and Miguel already knew that the love Miles was trying to convey was nothing but sheer innocence.
Miguel’s cock twitched, thinking about how incredible it would be if he were to slide it in between his nephew’s lips, fucking him until his face was coated with his creamy white fluids. How deep he’d go, smothering the boy’s moans and making him choke on his cock. Miguel felt a rush of thrill run up his body. His excitement was getting the best of him.
He’d take it slow. Miguel had a couple of days to show Miles what it was like to be loved. So, Miguel swallowed the saliva, leaning down to press his lips against Miles’. It was a gesture that made Miles squeak, the sound so alluring that Miguel nearly purred. The kiss was sweet, fleeting as he pulled away. Miguel looked at Miles’ glazed-over eyes, smiling as he went back for seconds.
It was obvious that Miles didn’t have the skill to kiss him like he wanted. The inexperience and naivety showed when Miguel pried his nephew’s lips apart with his tongue. Miles moaned into the kiss; his tiny mouth couldn’t handle the kiss as he couldn’t reciprocate the same amount of tonguing Miguel was giving.
Miguel took mercy and pulled back. He chuckled when he saw Miles’ eyes half-lidded with tears budding at the corners, lips wide open, riddled with the mixture of their spit.
“Let’s head to bed,” Miguel said as Miles’ eyes slowly moved to focus back on him. “Don’t wanna spend the night on the bathroom floor, do we?” He pushed himself back on his knees, guiding Miles up as well.
“Nuh-uh,” Miles said happily.
“Bien,” Miguel responded, pulling Miles into his arms and standing up all in one motion. Miles clung onto Miguel like a koala. His semi-dry naked body pressed up against Miguel’s skin. In turn, Miguel had a solid grip on Miles’ ass as he carried him out of the bathroom. The walk to Miguel’s bedroom was short, just down the hall, as Miguel nudged open the door to the room with his foot.
Miguel set Miles on the ground, walked over to one of his dressers, and pulled out a plain white T-shirt for Miles to wear. He knew that it would end up looking like a dress on the kid, but it would only add to the beauty of it. When he finished, he dressed Miles in it, pressing a chaste kiss to his nose. Miguel found his clothing, loose black sweats with red spider patterns across the waistband, pulling it on, but slowly, wanting Miles to see every second of it.
Miguel led Miles to bed, cozying up to him and sniffing all over, indulging in his boyish scent mixed with the pomegranate soap from earlier. It was paradise, and Miguel felt his eyes grow heavy. Miles snuggled into Miguel’s chest, exhaling deeply. The boy quickly fell asleep, with small snores leaving his throat, making Miguel smile.
If this were a dream from heaven, Miguel wouldn’t dare wake up.
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“Tio?...are you awake?”
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“He’s still asleep…hehe.”
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“Wow tio…your cock is hard. You dreamin’ of me?”
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“Tio, I wanna taste it.”
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“Hah….ah…t-tathes tho thalty…”
“Hnn! ♡…”
“Fwah !♡ ♡…”
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“Tio, your balls are getting mushy…you gonna cum? Already? ♡ Hehe…”
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“Hnngh…Nnn! ♡ ♡ Nnn! Nnnnn – ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡!”
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“Hah….Tio…I swallowed it all. ♡ ♡”
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“Sweet dreams, Tio. ♡”
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Miguel woke up groggy. He knew he was a heavy sleeper, but the dream he had almost felt real. It was about Miles. His sweet little nephew, overtaken by lust and sensuality, completely had his way with Miguel’s cock. Miguel wished it was real, mouth-watering at the thought of having a slutty nephew to tame at his own will.
Speaking of which, Miguel craned his head down to see Miles already awake, staring up at him expectantly. Oh, so sweet, so pure. Miguel smiled a genuine one that he rarely showed to the world.
“Buenos dias,” Miguel greeted Miles, a thumb running across his nephew’s plump and beautiful lips. Miles’ big brown eyes sparkled, igniting a flame inside Miguel that he had long thought had died out eons ago. “Did you sleep okay, cariño?”
“Mm,” Miles responded, wiggling closer into Miguel’s space. “Tio’s warm, kinda like Pete.”
Miguel didn’t like how Miles’ eyes lit up at the sound of another person’s name, another man’s name, no less. Miguel didn’t want to seem like a loser, offering Miles a sweet smile even though his brain was raging on the inside.
“Who’s ‘Pete’?” Miguel stopped stroking Miles’ lip with his thumb. “Is he a friend of yours?”
“Yeah. He’s my teddy bear,” Miles replied cheekily. Miguel felt shame flood his body, embarrassed for even thinking such a thing. “He’s all big and fluffy. Daddy says I’m too old to be huggin’ him, though.” Miles burrowed his face into Miguel’s chest, breathing peacefully. “That’s okay, though. I have you now, Tio.”
This kid was going to be the death of him. Miguel knew that much. He pulled the boy up for a kiss. Miles giggled, sticking his tongue out to plant cute kitten licks on Miguel’s bottom lip. Miguel hummed with satisfaction, his tongue darting out, licking at Miles’ smaller one. But hunger consumed Miguel, wanting to devour his righteous prize. Miles allowed Miguel’s tongue to slip into his mouth. Miguel tasted everything he wished for Miles, Miles, and…a wee amount of salt by the tang of it. Nothing out of the ordinary.
However, what was odd was that Miles seemed to have grasped the concept of French kissing rather quickly. It was little under eleven hours that Miguel had slipped his tongue down Miles’ throat. There were no sloppy movements as if practiced and exercised many times to the point of perfection. They pulled away for a small breather, Miguel sitting up and shifting Miles into his lap. He stared down at his nephew with light astonishment.
“Who taught you that?” Miguel asked, praying that the answer was no one. He’d have to kill the person who thought to sully his nephew before he got the chance.
“What?” Miles cocked his head to the side. Naturally, the collar of the large T-shirt slid down one of his shoulders, revealing the enticing skin that Miguel wanted to sink his teeth into. It was distracting, and Miguel didn’t know how easy he was when he forgot his previous question, nuzzling his face into Miles’ neck.
All was forgotten with a deep sniff of Miles’ scent. “Nothing, nothing,” Miguel murmured, his arms wrapped around Miles’ slim, yet pudgy, waist. “Qué precioso eres.” His lips parted slightly, tongue dragging over the skin. Delicious. He continued to kiss and suck on Miles’ skin, leaving small dark, purplish bruises as he then kissed each one, spurred on by Miles’ needy moans. Miguel sighed when he was done, rocking their bodies side to side as he racked his brain for reasons not to leave the bed.
“Tio?” Miles’ tiny finger prodded at Miguel’s chest. His voice was heated, alluring in all its youth. “What are we gonna do today?” He pulled his head back as Miguel did the same, eyes filled with wonder and excitement.
“Are we…” Miles’ finger traced small circles on Miguel’s chest. He smiled sweetly, so sweet that Miguel felt sick with love on the insides. “Gonna do something fun?”
Miguel groaned, his grip on Miles tightened, and his head slumped back down poutingly. God knew that Miguel wanted nothing more than to have his nephew wrapped in his arms all day, but he still had work to do. The time would come when Miguel could have fun with Miles, so to make that happen, he needed to get his day started as quickly as possible.
“Later,” Miguel replied, his voice gravelly and sulky. “I have all kinds of work to do today,” he sat up, patting Miles on the cheek lovingly, “but maybe after all that, we can do something fun.”
It must have been Miguel’s eye because Miles looked miffed. Miguel blinked; Miles’ cheeks puffed out as if he were a squirrel.
“Aww,” Miles whined.
“I know, I know,” Miguel agreed. “I promise it won’t be too long, cariño. I’ll make it up to you.”
Miles smiled at Miguel, who was full of pearly whites. “Don’t worry, tio. I can wait,” he said. The boy raised his hands, placing them on Miguel’s jaw, then brought Miguel down for a chaste kiss to the lips.
Oh, Miguel’s heart was going to burst. He returned the kiss with as much fervor as he could, making sure he didn’t get too ahead of himself. At the end of their messy tongue and spit exchange, Miguel patted Miles on the rear to hop off his lap to begin their day.
First was breakfast. Miguel was shocked to know that Miles knew his way around a kitchen. Possibly Rio’s doing, considering how she was always so vocal about men should be more hands-on at home – not that Miguel was complaining. Miles helped Miguel make eggs, wearing a cute fluffy white apron he’d bought for Gabriella (who always refused to wear it). Miles looked like a cute little wife, only for Miguel’s eyes.
After breakfast and kisses, Miguel knew it was time to get to work. He started with Miles’ bed sheets, stripping the bed completely and shoving it into the washing machine. Next was Miles’ pajamas that he wore last night, somewhat crusty when Miguel clutched the clothing in his hands. Without thinking, he brought it to his nose and sniffed it. Miguel purred; the scent of Miles’ pee made his cock jump. It was irresistible, addicting, as Miguel couldn’t fight back the moan that left his lips. Memories of last night replayed in his head: Miles’ body, his quivering voice, the timid confession that sent Miguel over the edge of no return. It was all too good to be true. Slowly taking the innocence away from his nephew, day by day. Another groan ripped from Miguel’s throat, his cock pulsing with need now, already at half-mast.
Miguel inhaled the alluring scent repeatedly until the smell completely dominated his senses, his tongue peeking out to grasp a taste of the semi-dried pee. His other hand lowered itself down to his cock, taking the girth and stroking it. It was a dry tug, but he’d make do. Miguel continued to jerk off to Miles’ disgusting clothes, the image of Miles kneeling on the floor, staring up at him with his tiny mouth opened wide, awaiting Miguel’s spent.
“Coño,” Miguel got more flustered, his strokes unsteady. The crude image of his nephew warped into something even more lewd. The Miles in Miguel’s messed up head had sat back, legs in the air with his cheeks spread wide open. The minx was egging Miguel to cum straight into his boy pussy. Begging for him to breed him silly. It was too much for Miguel’s wee heart. “¡Coño! ¡Coño!”
Miguel knew he was being too loud, and Miles could walk in and see, not that it would be such a terrible thing, but the kid wasn’t ready yet. So, he muffled his voice with the pissy pajamas, thrusting more heatedly into his hand. Miguel gathered the precum from his tip, using it as a makeshift lube to increase the pleasure he was feeling. It didn’t take long as Miguel let out a muffled shout, cumming in the palm of his hand. He wiped his seed on the pajamas, knowing that he’d wash it after the bed sheets finished.
A creek from the door made Miguel stand up straight, eyes whipping over to see no one. Huh, that was weird. Miguel knew he had shut the door fully before defiling his nephew’s pajamas. No matter, Miguel fixed himself up and walked straight to the laundry room, dumping the clothing in one of the dirty piles.
The rest of the day went as he expected it. Miguel busied himself trying to catch up with all of his work that he regretted setting aside. It was a lot and draining, too. Miles would peek in at the doorway to see if he was ready to “play,” but Miguel had to turn him down each time, not forgetting to give Miles forehead kisses whenever he could.
It was all just exhausting, and Miguel wanted to just strip down in his bed and pass the hell out. By the time Miguel finished, it was already too late into the night, and he couldn’t even think straight. Miguel tiredly walked out of his office, feet padding over to the living room where he could see Miles boredly scrolling through the television. Miles perked up at the sight of Miguel, smiling as he darted over to hug Miguel.
“Did you finish, Tio?” Miles asked as Miguel picked him up for a hug.
“Mmn,” Miguel grumbled, kissing Miles’ lips. “Sorry, it took so long. I’ll make it up to you.”
“Really?” Miles questioned optimistically.
“Si,” Miguel sighed. “After we bathe.”
Which was a damn lie because Miguel immediately felt exhausted the moment he stepped out of the bath. There had to have been some outward entity preventing him from getting what he wanted when he felt like it, or it was just his age getting to him. Which didn’t make a lick of sense since he was only thirty-nine.
Miguel dried both his and Miles’ bodies off, guiding his nephew to the bed. And while Miles was excited, it was completely erased when Miguel threw the sheets over them instead.
“Tio?” Miles asked sadly.
“Yeah, I know, cariño,” Miguel grumbled against Miles’ neck. “Tio’s just tired.”
“But –”
“Tomorrow for sure,” Miguel pressed a kiss on Miles’ forehead. “I don’t have all the energy in the world like you do, nene.”
Miles was quiet for a couple of minutes, Miguel thought that the boy had already succumbed to sleep before he heard the kid mumble, “So…all you need is energy?” Miguel didn’t feel like responding, sluggishly mushing their bodies together then conking out completely.
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“Tio…you’re a lousy liar…You say you love me but don’t wanna fuck me…
“’Energy’…yeah right…”
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“You promised…and here you are again, asleep. Meanie. ♡”
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“Wow…Tio, your dick’s kinda hard. ♡ It looks like it hurts… ♡”
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“Hmm…I don’t wanna use my butt, not yet. But, I can use my thighs… ♡”
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“Here…we go. ♡”
“Hnn! Ah! Ah! T-Tio…your cock is really excited…!”
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“Haa! Nn! Nn!”
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“A-Almost – ngh!...Wow…he came a lot. Tio…you’re real nasty, man…”
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“Don’t worry Tio, I’ll clean you up.”
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“Mnn..m’ mouf…so full…”
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“Hoo…Ah…Tho..Big…”
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“Guh! Nnn! Haaaaaaa…”
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“Tio…your cock juice got everywhere…Guess I gotta clean you up again~!♡”
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“Tomorrow, I’ll give you all the energy you need…haha! ♡”
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Miguel woke up to his dick feeling worn the hell out. It was as if some ghost sucked on his dick all night or something because to see it so limp and sullen the moment he sat up from bed threw him for a loop. It’s not like he was expecting to see his morning wood grandstanding as it was on the occasion, but this was a completely rare sight for him. And that begged another question, why the hell was his dick not in his pants?
Did Miles…?
…
Nah. There was no way.
Miguel stuffed his dick right back where it was supposed to be, and rolled over, trying to feel for his nephew on the bed.
Miles wasn’t there.
Huh. Miguel rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, stretching as he sat up from bed and reached over to his bedside to see the messages on his phone. There were a couple from Rio saying she’d be there to pick up Miles tomorrow, and then there were texts from his ex-wife with pictures of Gabriella at her soccer game. She was covered in dirt and grass, but the smile on her face just about made Miguel’s day. He responded to the image with a heart emoji, then turned off his phone.
Seeing Gabriella in her element was nice when Miguel wasn’t around to cheer her on. He was devoted to spectating her games, shouting from the sidelines with words of encouragement while also tearing down the opponent’s spirits. Miguel scrolled through more photos, his body waking up as the minutes passed. Once he went through all the photos, Miguel set his phone to the side, cracking his back with a yawn. Damn, was he starved.
At that moment, Miguel smelled something delicious brewing. Coffee.
It was an aroma he hadn’t smelled in such a long while, always chugging down Monster Energy drinks and getting high off of sleep deprivation with the faint dashes of mania sprinkled here and there. He could just smell the ratio of coffee beans to water and the lack of creamer since he loved drinking it straight out of the pot. If he wasn’t brewing the coffee, that explained why Miles wasn’t in bed. Then again, what kind of ten-year-old knew how to brew coffee?
Miguel walked out of the room and headed down to the kitchen. He was curious to see what else the kid would make. That is, if Miles could even reach for anything in the kitchen without Miguel’s help.
“Miles?” Miguel asked, walking into the kitchen. “What’re you…Dios mio.”
Miguel’s brain stopped, eyes widening and jaw slacking at the delicious sight. Miles was wearing girls' clothes: a skimpy black skirt where the pink and white striped panties could be seen from a diabolical view, a faded pale-blue tank top with a bunny symbol. Miguel could see the kid’s nipples sticking out from under-white knee-high socks that completed the entire outfit.
Miles turned around, giving Miguel a bright smile. “G’morning, Tio!” He greeted politely, picking up a coffee mug. “You’re up early! Thought you’d still be asleep.”
“That’s not…” Miguel trailed off, eyes too distracted by the clothing to form a coherent thought. A faint flush graced Miguel’s cheeks; the creamy expanse of Miles’ dark skin was begging for his attention. Miguel had to swallow all the saliva budding in his throat, calming himself down before he knew he had lost his cool. “I…Miles, what are you wearing?”
Miles glanced down at his clothing and then back up to Miguel. “Clothes,” he answered as if it was obvious. “Why?”
“Are they your clothes?”
“No. They’re Gabby’s,” Miles said with ease, swaying his hips from side to side. “We like to play dress up sometimes. Gabby always makes me wear her skirts and stuff. It’s so embarrassing….” The kid’s eyes trailed to the side, cheeks formed in a pout. Miguel's chest
“Really?” Miguel asked, voice was embarrassingly low.
“Yup.”
“But Gabriella’s not here right now,” Miguel pointed out, fighting back the hard-on that was threatening to pop up. “Why are you wearing Gabriella’s clothes?”
Miles shrugged. “Because I wanted to,” his fingers tapped across the coffee mug. “Is…that a bad thing?” His sinful, angelic brown eyes measured Miguel carefully. Miguel wasn’t so sure if the words were a threat or a promise.
“Claro que no nene,” Miguel answered immediately, deciding to play it safe. “I’m just shocked, is all.”
“Hm…” Miles walked up to Miguel, raising the coffee mug to him with a smile that made all of Miguel’s hair stand on their ends. “Do you…do you like it, tio?”
Miguel took the mug, bringing it to his lips without breaking eye contact with Miles. “I love it,” he said, gallantly gulping the coffee, the taste warm and enticing, just like his nephew below. Miguel panted when he was done, a buzz in his chest and his body that suddenly made him grow hot. He ignored the burn, smiling down at his nephew with a newfound lust. "It's just...what's the occasion?"
Miles hummed, not saying a word. The kid's eyes kept flittering back and forth between the empty coffee mug. Again, the same burn from seconds ago intensified in Miguel's chest. Something didn’t feel right.
He let Miles take the mug from his hands as he started to lose his breath as if he were sweating all over in a sauna, begging for some cold air. He didn’t feel like this when he woke up. The drastic change made him feel wobbly on his feet. Miguel needed someplace to sit down, so he ignored Miles’ worried concerns, managing to walk out of the kitchen and into the living room. He tried to make it to one of the couches, but he couldn't, his knees giving out from under him as he fell butt-first to the floor.
“Fuck,” Miguel cursed, his head throbbing the same as his cock was. “The hell’s wrong with me?”
Miles rounded the corner, standing off to the side. Miguel glanced up to see an uncanny grin on his nephew’s lips. All the alarms in Miguel’s head rang when the kid walked closer. The childlike innocence from Miles that Miguel was used to disappeared. Now was o
“The hell did you do?” Miguel asked, and Miles giggled. What the hell was so funny? Miguel felt cringed as a sharp pain spiked from his dick, causing him to “What did you do to me?” He gasped when Miles stood above him, a small, socked foot pressing hard against his aching cock through his pants.
“Relax, I only wanted to help, Tio,” Miles shrugged, staring down at Miguel disinterestedly. He angled his toes to Miguel’s waistband of Miguel’s boxers, dragging it down to where Miguel’s weeping cock sprung out against the cool air. “You said it yourself that you’re always tired and stuff, so, I put a ‘special’ ingredient in your drink to help.”
“Y-You what?!” Miguel didn’t mean to stammer, but his body yearned for the touch. Painstakingly so. “Why the hell –” Well, he should be asking "How," but the question fell short as Miles’ socked foot brushed up against his hard member.
“Mommy accidentally packed one of those pill thingies that make her and daddy fuck all night,” Miles put a socked foot on Miguel’s thigh; the word ‘fuck’ flying out of his lips made Miguel double-take. It sounded so unnatural on Miles’ tongue. But who’s to say that the kid hadn’t been spouting out obscenities before? “So I crushed ‘em up and put it in your coffee.”
"Miles-"
“You treat me like some innocent little baby when I’m not,” Miles glared at Miguel. “I’m tired of waiting for you to stick your cock in me. I want it, now.”
It wasn’t as if Miguel was against the idea, no, he was all for it. Wanting to fuck Miles was his intention from the start. It’s just – how should he say it? Was he a bit disappointed that his nephew wasn’t the ideal innocent little shit that would be fun breaking into? …Yes. Sue him for being a demented pervert at heart.
“No, that’s not it, Miles,” Miguel tried to counter, but his voice failed him as Miles pressed down harder on his cock. “¡Mierda!” The little shit giggled as if it was the funniest thing in the world. He was getting a laugh out of his pain. Miguel couldn’t lie. It felt good. The socked friction rubbing on his needy member was only making him squirm, begging to be free of the pleasure that was overtaking him.
“I’m gonna stick your cock in my butt even if you don’t want me to, tio,” Miles said, his voice low and menacing. “Don’t fight it. You’re gonna love it, especially when I have this...”
Clarity swept over Miguel when he watched Miles pull a phone from his back. It was a picture on a phone with Miles’ lips wrapped around what Miguel recognized as his cock. God, the image was hot, but when did that happen?
Then, it hit him.
Miles was the reason why he was hearing things at night, dismissing them for some sort of sleep-deprived hallucination that he could indulge in with his dreams. Not knowing that his own nephew was getting him off while he was unconscious.
“…You?!”
“Me,” Miles smiled, holding the phone outwards. Miguel’s breath hitched when he was suddenly hit with a camera flash. “Smile!”
A click and immediate dread flooded through Miguel. Miles brought the phone back, and another click was heard when Miguel watched the kid put a hand up in a peace sign. Miles lowered the phone, snickering at the photos.
“Yeah, every time you fell asleep, I got so lonely…I couldn’t help myself,” he hugged his body together, grinning with a perverted craze that would have unsettled Miguel if not for how horny he currently was, “I sucked your cock until I got your juice all over my lips. I didn’t wanna stop, so I just sucked and sucked and sucked, until your cock went dry. And gosh tio, it took a while. For someone who says they’re tired a bunch, your cock sure isn’t.”
Miguel’s face flushed with embarrassment, wanting to argue about how doing indecent things to someone when they’re asleep was not morally right, but at the same time, upset he wasn’t able to see Miles cum-drunk on his cock.
“M-Miles,” Miguel gasped as he urgently sat up, reaching out for Miles with panic in his eyes. “Let’s talk about this – fuck!” Miles put more pressure on the heel of his foot, eliciting a sharp groan from Miguel’s throat. He fell back on his elbows, black and white spots clouding his vision.
“I don’t wanna talk, tio,” Miles said. “You want this as much as I do.” Miles waved the phone tauntingly in front of Miguel’s face. “So make your choice, tio. Lay down there like a good boy so I can care for you, okay?”
Miguel’s eyes watched the phone swing in his nephew’s hands before it was flung to the side, landing haphazardly on the floor. That didn’t make sense to Miguel because why would Miles do that? The kid knew it wouldn’t take much for Miguel to find his strength and surge for the phone before any real damage would be done, properly scolding him to where he’d….
Oh.
This kid was a fucking maniac. Weighing the options on a scale, knowing damn well which one Miguel would choose in a heartbeat, a sadistic side of the kid that Miguel wasn’t too sure how in the hell came about.
Miguel groaned while Miles responded with his signature cackle. Miles released his foot off Miguel’s cock to kneel in between his legs. A sinister, seductive smile made Miguel’s heart stutter, anticipating what would come. The boy hummed; his small hand touched the tip of Miguel’s cock with skilled ease. Miguel sucked on a breath, vision almost going white from the sensation. He didn’t know he was this sensitive.
Miles spread the slit of Miguel’s cock head with two fingers, watching spurts of precum bud at the top. Miguel blushed like a schoolgirl, fists clenching tight as his nails dug into his palms.
“Aww…your cock is so hard and angry for me,” Miles mewled, licking the tip and then blowing on it with his heated breath. “Don’t worry,” Miles glanced up at Miguel, showing off his pearly whites, “I’ll be a good girl and make it better, Daddy.”
The pet name had Miguel choking on his spit.
Miles took it as a win, tongue fanning out to lick around Miguel’s throbbing shaft. The boy kept making lewd sounds, moaning, then bringing another hand on Miguel’s cock, giving it a squeeze, and then having the audacity to giggle when he groaned. Miles’ hands together couldn’t even fit around the girth, and Miguel’s cock was longer than the kid’s head, but the boy’s determination gave the illusion that his cock was nothing more than the size of a baby pickle.
Miles got bored of just licking around the head, his own impatience showing as he finally put his lips over the head of Miguel’s cock. It was a wet and tight fit, the boy staring Miguel dead in the eye as he slowly inched downward on his cock, cheeks hollowing with youthful concentration. Miguel felt the kid’s nose tickle at his pubes, drawing out a startled whine from his lips since he didn’t know Miles could even go that deep. Did the kid have a black hole for a throat or something?
There was no physical way the kid was going to keep sucking Miguel whole without visiting the ER afterward; he was sure of it. Miles didn’t seem to care, though, ecstatic that he was able to put his mouth over Miguel’s cock and slurp on it like a ravaged slut.
Fuck, Miles’ face was perfect. It held a cum-brained stupidity that with every time he sunk downwards, Miguel would jerk his hips up and watch Miles make a strangled noise as he gagged. Miguel’s cock was swelling, he knew he was about to bust any second now, but Miles’ eyes held that determination – the kid was gonna swallow it all.
Miguel wanted to see it. He wanted to see his cum splattered all over his nephew’s face and cheeks. And when he was getting to that edge, the tip of the iceberg, the warmth that was sucking the life out of his cock disappeared, leaving Miguel’s hardened member to twitch and throb in the cool air. A small hand squeezed the base of his cock, preventing him from cumming.
“F-Fuck,” Miguel groaned, face flushed from his need. “Shit -! Fuck! Fuck! Why?!”
“Not yet, Daddy,” Miles giggled. “Won’t let you cum ‘till you say please.”
Like a dog on a leash, Miguel barked out his pleas.
His nephew’s grip on his cock loosened, and then he was granted that warmth once more. Miguel watched Miles’ tear-stained face inhale his cock, going up and down until the familiar swelling in Miguel’s groin came, and like lightning, he shot his load into Miles’ mouth.
The boy coughed, eyes scrunched in concentration as he attempted to receive what was given. Miguel assumed that the kid would break away from his cock for air, but Miles wasn’t backing away. The kid forced himself down, gagging while cum spilled out from the corners of his mouth and nose. Miguel wanted to help, but the silent command to not touch forbade him to do so. He cursed halfway through a moan, a deep shudder racking down Miguel’s spine as Miles slowly pulled off from his cock, saliva mixed with cum trailing from the boy’s lips in a crude line.
Miguel noted that he swallowed what he could, a heavy majority of it, the rest dripping down the corners of his mouth. Miles then blew a puff of hot air and smiled, mouth covered with cum the combination.
“Por Dios, chico,” Miguel panted, feeling his cock go stiff again.
Miles took that as a compliment. “Daddy tasted so good,” he mewled, gaze unflinching as he crawled forward, sitting on Miguel’s chest. Miguel shivered, eyes staring up at his nephew. “I wan’ you to taste, too.”
“Wha –”
Miguel was immediately shushed as their lips collided; Miles’ tongue was inside his mouth as if it belonged to him. The kid was dominant, that’s for sure, a needy possessiveness in the way he took control of Miguel’s mouth, allowing the taste of his cum to seep into his tastebuds. They broke off for air, and Miles pouted, his small hands cupping Miguel’s cheeks.
The kid didn’t do anything besides stare at him, eyes scanning Miguel’s face before he let go with a sense of relief. It initially confused Miguel, not knowing what the kid was on about until Miles pressed a chaste kiss on Miguel’s lips. A fool that he was, chasing after his nephew’s lips when the fucker pulled away. Miguel grunted with embarrassment while Miles chuckled.
“Not yet, Daddy,” Miles cooed, patting Miguel’s cheek affectionately. “You don’t get to touch me ‘till your cock’s in my ass.”
With that, Miles stood up, his tiny-hard on peeking through from his panties. Miles smirked, knowing he was getting the reaction he wanted out of Miguel. He teasingly lowered a hand down to his waist under the flimsy skirt to pull at the panties. From there, the panties dropped down to his ankles. Miles lifted the hem of his skirt to allow his small cock and balls to twitch, all out on full display. The kid slowly swayed his hips from side to side, grinning when Miguel’s cock leaked with precum.
“Does Daddy like what he sees?” Miles asked. He did another wiggle, Miguel’s eyes following the movement of the small cock like a cat to a laser. “Does he wanna play with me some more?”
Daddy loved it. He loved it so much that he wanted Miles to just sit on his cock and bounce on it like there was no tomorrow. Who would’ve thought the sniveling kid who seemed to have been terrified of him all this time was just a cockslut begging to be bred?
“S-Si,” Miguel whispered, his voice hoarse. “I-I, fuck, cariño…”
Miles' nose twitched, a frown forming across his lips. Oh no, did Miguel fuck up? Did he say something so irreversibly wrong that Miles could just cancel this whole thing entirely and stop? Miguel aimed to find his words, but his nephew was quicker.
“Uh-uh, that’s a bad word, Daddy,” Miles tutted, shaking his head as he crossed his arms. “And to think I was gonna let you touch me…Oh well, can’t be helped,” he slowly lowered himself down, knees fairly bent over Miguel’s cock. “I guess I gotta be a good girl and make sure you won’t do it again, huh?”
Good…girl?
Fuck.
Miguel was sure he blanched out right then and there, his brain fizzling after discovering an underlying kink he had through his nephew. He quickly snapped right back to his senses when he saw Miles bending forward to straddle his waist, positioning his butt high over Miguel’s cock.
“Shit – Miles,” Miguel hissed out, hand flashing out to stop Miles from going any further. “It’s too big for you to just go in like that – haven’t prepped you yet –”
“’s okay, daddy,” Miles responded, his butthole kissing Miguel’s cock. “I don’ need to stretch. I played with myself earlier,” he forced himself down, Miguel’s head breaching his nephew’s tight asshole for the first time, “see?...It…fits…ngh…easy…”
No matter how much prep Miles did to his butthole, Miguel knew damn well that it wasn’t enough to take on his cock. At that point, Miguel didn’t care whether he could touch on Miles. If they were going to fuck, they were going to do it right. An immediate surge of vigor took over Miguel, maybe from the aphrodisiac or his sheer will, manhandling Miles’ and his body to where he was straddling the younger.
Miles was taken aback, eyes blown wide as he opened his mouth to shout, but Miguel was quicker, slapping his left hand over the kid’s mouth, shushing him. Miguel was panting harshly and rapidly, his heart beating loudly from his ribcage, staring down at his slutty nephew with a whole new perspective. He let Miles have a bit of control at the start, truly enamored by it, but it was time for him to show the kid who was really in charge.
“You don’t listen, Miles,” Miguel hissed. “When I tell you that it’s too big, it’s too fucking big.” He brought his right hand to his tongue, sucking on his middle and ringer fingers to create a makeshift lubricant. There was no use in leaving the scene now to scour for some wherever it might be. Miguel didn’t have that time. His cock was speaking his mind for him.
Miles’ cries were muffled as Miguel breached the boy’s hole with his saliva-coated fingers. It was a fucking tight fit. Miguel didn’t understand why the boy wanted to sit on his rod without proper prep. He would’ve split the poor kid into two. Miguel took his hand away from Miles’ mouth, relishing in the new lewd sounds the boy was producing.
“O-Ohh! Nn…!! D-Daddy – ngh - ! Ah!” Miles panted and moaned, his body quaking and his breathing getting heavy. Miguel smirked, curling his fingers but not yet thrusting. He wanted to see Miles completely lose himself from his two digits alone. Hearing the word ‘daddy’ spill from the kid’s lips was a motivator in itself.
“See?” Miguel teased, stretching his fingers just a bit. Miles’ legs shuddered, and he tried to close them. Miguel wouldn’t allow it, easily wrapping a hand around Miles’ knee, forcing the leg backward so he had more room to work with. “It wouldn’t have been any good if you just sat on me raw, now would it?” Miles clenched down hard on his fingers, and Miguel smiled, pushing his digits in deeper. “Maybe I should reconsider since your pussy likes me so well.”
“P-Pussy?!” Miles squeaked. Miguel was feeling himself even more, lowering his head down to Miles’ little baby cocklette. He blew hot air on top of it, chuckling when Miles cried out again. No matter how tough he tried to act, the kid was still a kid.
Miguel fingered Miles’ boy-cunt some more, his mouth engulfing his nephew’s girly dick in one swallow. He grinned when Miles’ hands found purchase in his hair, loud moans leaving the boy’s throat in an endless stream. The kid’s body was warm, the (hopefully) virgin insides sucking and holding onto Miguel’s fingers, grip so tight Miguel thought his fingers were going to get amputated.
“A-Ahh! D-Daddy! A-Ah – Nnn – Mmn!” Miles mewled sweetly and breathlessly as his cocklette was being sucked and slurped on while Miguel steadily rubbed at his sensitive prostate on the inside. “W-Wait! Not so – ough!” Miguel sensed that the kid was close, but it didn’t deter him in his sucking.
Miguel continued his teasing, bobbing his head up and down, concentrating on pleasing his little nephew. His fingers easily slipped in and out of the kid, speeding up when he could hear the poor boy’s whines and pleas to slow down mixed in with to keep going. Miguel sneakily slipped another finger inside, brutally stretching Miles’ ass for all it was worth. Just as Miguel expected it, Miles’ grip on his hair tightened, back arching as he started to mewl and scream.
“Daddy! No – ah!” Miles squeaked, his actions betraying his words. “’m gonna – anh! P-Pee!”
Pee? For the kid to say he was all grown-up didn’t stop him from saying kiddy words like ‘pee.’ Was Miles trying to say he was about to cum? This early in his age? Knowing the kid is full of surprises, Miguel wouldn’t be too shocked. But he wanted to hold Miles’ orgasm back just for the time being – willing to delay the boy’s release for an even greater round of pleasure. Besides, it’s not like Miles was off the hook for drugging his coffee. There was still some punishment to be served, and Miguel was eager to dish it out.
Miguel stopped his sucking from looking his nephew in the eye, a spit trail following from the head of Miles’ pathetic excuse of a cock to Miguel’s lips. Miles whined at the loss of touch, gasping, squeezing his eyes shut in hopes that his boy-clit would shoot out strings of white. When nothing happened, Miles whimpered loudly, bucking his hips at nothing. The kid cracked open an eye, pouting at Miguel, who smiled back.
“Daddy?” Miles bleated; his sniveling was music to Miguel’s ears. “What’re you –”
“Not yet, baby,” Miguel hummed, slowly dragging his fingers out of Miles’ tight pussy, but only to where the tips were still underneath the rim. “You have a long way to go before you can ‘pee.’” Miguel quickly pulled his fingers out, followed by his nephew’s sharp scream.
“B-But, what – no!” Miles sobbed. “It hurts! I need to pee now –!”
Miguel didn’t give a damn about what the boy wanted. He easily manhandled the boy onto his stomach with his puffy ass stuck in the air. Miles tried to complain, but Miguel easily silenced that by shoving the boy’s face down and restraining him with a hand on his throat.
“Be a good little girl and take Daddy’s cock, Miles,” Miguel said, lining up his cock with Miles’ lewd boypussy. “You can do that much, can’t you?”
“Y-Yes!” was Miles’ needy reply. Good. Because Miguel couldn’t wait any longer.
With a smile, Miguel looked down at Miles’ ass and slapped it roughly. He cackled when he saw the skin jiggle from the smack. Miles moaned, and Miguel slapped him again, plunging his cock inside Miles without care. The squeeze was tight and painful, so it almost made Miguel regret his actions. He wasn’t about to pussy out from the sex, though, knowing that fucking the kid was gonna reward him in the future for sure. Slowly and slowly, Miguel pushed in one inch at a time, pinching and pulling at the kid’s ass cheeks to stimulate the fucker even more.
Miguel wasn’t even halfway in when he felt the tip of cock kissing the Miles’ prostate. He tutted in disappointment, rolling his hips in an attempt to see whether or not he could go any further. Part of Miguel wanted to fuck Miles recklessly. Another part of his brain was screaming to go easy on the little shit. And then there was the other part of Miguel’s mind that was screeching at him to stop thinking and just thrust. So he did. He pulled his hips far and then snapped them back, penetrating deep inside Miles’ pussy.
“Ough!” Miles yelled, a fucked-out, throaty little thing that made Miguel smack his ass some more to bring out similar noises. “Ow! Unnh! Ow! Daddy S-Stop!”
“N-No,” Miguel replied with a stuttered, breathy laugh. “Next time you tell me to stop, I’m gonna make it hurt for you. Badly.” Miguel emphasized his words by following up with three rough thrusts afterward. Each one caused Miles to scream and cry.
“So fucking tight for a whore,” Miguel continued, nails digging into Miles’ supple skin, knowing he’d kiss all the marks later. “You knew I’d get all angry like this, but it didn’t pan out to how you wanted it, huh?”
Miles couldn’t respond, too lost in his own head as he had already given in to the pleasure. He was muttering nonsense, eyes full of tears and nose dripping with snot, tongue sticking out as his hips chased after Miguel’s cock. Miguel wished he had his phone right now to document it all. He would’ve filmed where his cock was repeatedly disappearing in and out of his nephew’s hole up to the stupid expression Miles was making.
Miguel sneered, fingers digging into the boy’s skin and enjoying the little, ‘stop’, that came from Miles’ sordid lips.
“Aren’t you full of it?” Miguel sneered as he lifted one of Miles’ legs to change the angle. Miles sobbed, trying to grasp onto the sheets, but Miguel didn’t spare him mercy. Miguel grabbed Miles’ small shoulder, pulling him up so his back was flush against Miguel’s torso. “Sabes que no quieres que me detenga. ¿Y tú?” Miguel’s hand traveled up to Miles’ stomach, touching the bulge to where his cock was buried inside of Miles.
Miles blubbered nonsense, gasping as his little legs kicked and spasmed. Miguel jutted his hips up, his balls slapping against Miles’ skin. The boy made a warbled sound while Miguel rested his chin on Miles’ shoulder, panting heavily as he continued to speak degrading whispers to his nephew.
“So fucking tight for a fucking whore,” Miguel groaned, greedy with his thrusts as he felt his balls threatening to burst at any moment. “Fucking beautiful taking my cock like the slut you are, huh?” The words woke Miles up from whatever Narnia land he vanished off to, causing the boy to jerk alive and mewl even more, sluttier than before.
“Y-Yes!” Miles cried out, his pussy tightening from his uncle’s words. “’m a s-slut for your cock D-Daddy!”
Miguel grinned, loving that Miles finally understood his place in all of this. With both hands moved to grope at Miles’ squishy chest, Miguel groped and fondled the kid’s perky nipples. Miles liked it, squealing at his handsy touches.
“Ah! O-Oh!” Miles sobbed. “I – Oh! ‘m ‘bout to c-cum Daddy! Please, please, I –“
Miguel shut him up with a sloppy kiss, focusing on chasing his own upcoming release. He kept hitting that spot in Miles’ pussy that made him twitch and jolt with every snap of his hips, a scream or a moan would always follow after, all beautiful in Miguel’s ears. Miguel held Miles’ hips steady with one hand while the other continued its assault on his nephew’s chest, ripping apart the boy’s skirt completely.
Miles was sweating. With the little experience he possibly had, it didn’t take long for his whole body to seize, a strangled cry escaping his throat as he shot out small strings of white. Miguel paused his movements to watch the tasty sight, growling out his approval as his own cock ached for the same relief. He was going to get there eventually, and when he did, he wouldn’t stop until both of his balls were out of commission.
Miguel slid his cock out of Miles’ boy-pussy, pushing the boy so he was face down, ass up on the floor again, his face falling flat on his own mess of cum. Miles worthlessly panted, his puckered hole twitched and clenched down on nothing. Miguel shoved his fingers inside the boy’s ass pussy, pleased with the decent stretch his cock was able to do on the boy. He slid his fingers out, giving them a lick, smacking Miles’ ass cheek. He then lined his cock up to Miles’ hole, ramming inside with brutal force.
“A-Again?!” Miles squeaked, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as Miguel’s cock kissed his prostate. “D-Daddy! Ngh! T-Too m-much!”
Miguel grunted and groaned, fucking faster as his climax was reaching. Miles kept screaming loudly, his small hips bouncing right back onto Miguel’s cock with a newfound vigor. Bits of pre were seeping out of Miles’ pussy, the boy’s balls jiggling, insides being torn apart by Miguel’s monster cock. Miguel was sure that the boy wouldn’t be able to move an inch tomorrow, and wouldn’t that be the tantalizing little thing to see?
“Oh! A-Anh! F-Fuck!” Miles turned his head to the side to make eye contact with Miguel. A smile worked its way onto the boy’s face, riddled with nothing but cum-drunk ecstasy. The way the kid was staring back at Miguel was just too nasty. God, this was what he wanted from the start. An image he begged the heavens to sear into his mind for all of eternity.
Miguel scoffed, grabbing a fistful of Miles’ hair and shoving the boy’s head back into the floor. Miles gasped as Miguel’s hips stuttered, his hot sperm pouring into Miles’ tight hole. Miguel’s movements didn’t stop, fucking harder into Miles, ensuring that his cum was to seep into every crevice of the boy’s lewd hole. He readjusted his grip on Miles’ hips, putting more pressure and force behind every snap of his hips he could manage.
“M-More,” Miles slurred. His voice was shaky and raw. “’addy, ngh – ‘ore. ‘on’t s-stop!” His tiny boycunt squeezed Miguel’s cock for all it could, milking the spurts of his cum to fill his stomach up like a pregnant bitch in heat. “’an i-it all – hick! – inside me, Daddy!”
Miguel grunted. God, Miles was gonna be the death of him. Miguel pulled out swiftly, and Miles didn’t have the chance to miss the sudden emptiness because he was immediately flipped over onto his back with a strength that made him wheeze pitifully. Miguel grabbed the boy’s legs, hooked the knees over his shoulders, and then dropped to his elbows. Miles' mouth fell open as Miguel put him into a mating press.
“Say you love my cock,” Miguel demanded, his cock sliding back inside of Miles with ease. The new position had Miguel’s cock shooting strips of white while still pounding right into his nephew’s sweet spot with each thrust. “Say it, now.”
Miles whimpered. “’ove…o-oh! Y-Your…anh! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Miles couldn’t get the words out. He cried out as Miguel thrust rather roughly at a certain angle that induced more pain than pleasure. “C-Cumming! D-Daddy! Ah! Your cock! T-Too…anh! Anh! P-Please!” His whole body was putty in Miguel’s touch. His insides stretched to unimaginable lengths, back arching, toes curled. Miles was in slut heaven.
“That’s…not what I wanted to hear,” Miguel mocked, stalling his hips to get a clear answer. “C’mon, baby. You’re almost there. Say you love my cock.”
Miles writhed and whined, his hole clenching down on Miguel to where it hurt as he let his soul get pounded on with no mercy. “I-I Daddy...!!! A-Ah, ah, ahh, ‘ove your cock!” Miles screamed. “’wan your cock in me every day! Don’t – ough! Don’t stop, Daddy! I – nn! C-Cum i-in my pussy! ‘wan y-your babies so bad! Ugh!”
Miguel suffocated Miles in a disgusting kiss. He rolled his hips, jerking and fucking in a manic manner that had him rubbing and grinding against all corners of Miles’ gummy walls with rapt enthusiasm.
Miguel dropped more of his weight, basically suffocating the poor boy underneath. He could feel Miles’ cock squirt out splashes of cum between the both of their bellies. The kid is quivering underneath him, screaming out ‘Daddy’ over and over, driving Miguel further into insanity. Miguel knew he wasn’t going to last long. Another orgasm washed over him as quickly as it went, pouring all of his seed into Miles while whispering curses onto the boy’s thick lips.
Miguel panted, blinking clarity into his mind as he got some of his sense back. He stared down at his nephew, who was gasping and trying to keep his eyes open. Before Miguel could say anything, his cock pulsated from inside Miles’ pussy. Miguel glanced up at the clock and smirked when he saw that he still had time.
A few more rounds couldn’t hurt.
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“Thanks for watching Miles for me,” Rio said as she picked up Miles’ backpack from the living room couch. “You’re a lifesaver, Miguel.”
Miguel hummed, scratching the back of his head. “It’s the least I could do, hermana,” Miguel responded. He glanced down at Miles, who was asleep on his lap. Miles was breathing softly, and it was obvious that he was worn out and exhausted from their activities from earlier. “Miles warmed up to me, so it wasn’t all that bad.”
“Really now?” Rio asked, crossing her arms over her chest curiously. “How’d that happen?”
Miguel was not going to mention that he fucked his nephew repeatedly throughout the weekend. His cock didn’t go down for about another three hours because of the stupid coffee Miles made for him, which had him fucking all of Miles’ holes in hopes that his hard-on would find its way to go down. Halfway through round ten, Miles had passed out. It didn’t stop Miguel from shoving his cock inside Miles’ wide open mouth, fucking the shit out of the boy’s tight throat, then cumming straight into the kid’s stomach. Miguel shivered as he remembered the way he pressed on the boy’s inflated stomach, watching small beads of his cum slip and shoot out in heaps.
Dammit, his cock was about to harden again.
“Well, I’m glad you two had fun,” Rio said wryly.
"What's the matter?" Miguel asked. "Your trip sucked or something?"
Rio gave Miguel a look of, "What the hell do you think, motherfucker?' Miguel nodded, knowing he wasn't going to press any further because he did not want to look through bubbles of text messages from his sister of shit he really didn't want to know.
“Yeah...” Miguel sighed, already missing his nephew’s holes. “Anyways, where’s Jeff?”
“He’s waiting outside,” Rio stated, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. “Taking a phone call or whatever. Work-related.” She walked over to Miles, lightly tapping him on the cheek. “Vamos, levántate, hijo. Nos vamos a casa.”
Miles stirred one eye opening at a time. “N…Noo…Daddy,” Miles murmured sleepily. “I’on wanna…”
Rio stared at her son quizzically while Miguel panicked. He began shaking his nephew urgently so the brat wouldn’t say something to get him in trouble.
“Hey, kid, wake up,” Miguel whispered. “Your mom’s here.”
Miles bleated, fussing as he sat up sleepily and stared at his mom tiredly. He examined his surroundings before fully waking up. “Oh,” Miles scooched off Miguel’s lap and hugged his mom. “Hi, mama!”
Miguel watched the two hug with a fond smile. Minutes passed, and Miguel eventually saw the two of them off from his front porch. Before Miles even took two steps off the porch, just when Rio’s back was fully turned, Miles dragged Miguel down for a kiss on the lips. It was too risky, and Miguel wanted more than just a taste. Miles pulled away with that signature cheeky grin on his lips.
“Bye-bye, Daddy,” Miles teased, darting off to his mother’s side before Miguel could get a word.
Miguel groaned. He walked back into this home, shutting the door behind him. That damned minx. Miguel groaned again, more annoyed this time. He remembered that he forgot to submit his work papers, which meant he was due for a stupid in-person meeting the next day.
Dammit.
He’d stay off the coffee, and little boy holes, if it meant getting shit done.