OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is TOTAL FICTION and in NO WAY reflects the sexuality of any of the actors or characters portrayed involved. The author has no knowledge of the actors' sexuality and this is purely a work of fiction. Joey is produced by by Kevin S. Bright, Scott Silveri, and Shana Goldberg-Meehan.
UNCLE JOEY
(Part Three)
Michael needed to think fast. He was standing in his underwear in the middle of his uncle's bedroom, holding a gay porn mag; and, sporting one of the most engorged erections of his young life. He could hear Joey's footsteps approaching. Quickly, Michael threw the porn back under the mattress. There was no time to hide. He spun around quickly and sat at the edge of his uncle's bed, crossing his arms over his lap in the attempt to hide his stiff prick.
Just as Michael composed himself, Joey appeared in the doorway with a thin bath towel wrapped about his waist. The sight nearly took Michael's breath away. Since leaving NYC, Joey had trimmed down considerably in anticipation of cruising the California beaches. He was in the best shape of his life. His shoulders were broad, his arms were thick and defined, and his pecs were firm. Joey's chest and abdomen were covered in a dusting of dark hair. Michael tried hard not to focus on the happy trail beginning just below his uncle's belly button and proceeding down toward his hidden manhood.
Michael blushed. "No chance of this boner subsiding now!" he thought to himself.
Joey was visibly startled to see his nephew, practically naked and waiting for him. He felt his cock stir and hoped that the towel he was wearing hid his excitement.
"Michael? What...What are you doing in here?" Joey asked.
Michael could feel himself breaking into a sweat. Sure, he was practically a genius...but at this moment, his mind was blank.
"Well, Uncle Joey..." he started, "It's just that....well...I just wanted to make sure that the first thing I did today, was to thank you again for letting me come and live here with you. I know you were probably looking forward to finally having your own place, but I know that this arrangement is going to turn out great."
Joey appreciated Michael's gratitude, but still found the situation a bit awkward. He found himself very distracted by the young man's near-nakedness, and suddenly became aware of his own lack of clothing. "Well you're welcome, Michael! But there's really no need to keep thanking me. Besides, by living together, I hope we can become more than just uncle and nephew...."
Michael blushed and looked away.
Joey, realizing how that might have sounded, quickly continued, "...I mean...to become friends, good friends!"
Michael agreed; and as Joey stepped toward his closet, Michael quickly got up to leave the room. Joey couldn't tell if his mind was playing tricks on him, but he though he saw out of the corner of his eye that his nephew had had an erection!
Things were awkward in the Tribiani apartment for the next couple days. Joey was still ashamed of himself for his lack of control that morning in Michael's room. But his young, hot nephew was all he could think about. He fantasized about how else that confrontation in the bedroom could have gone; about how he could have pulled off his towel and ravaged the young stud right there on his bed.
Joey decided that the only thing he could do to get Michael out of his mind was to put some distance between them. He began going to the gym in the mornings, and filling his afternoon with as many auditions as he could.
Michael's thoughts, likewise, were filled with thoughts of his sexy uncle. And although his heart leapt at the realization that his uncle was almost certainly gay, he was still unsure about what that meant for him. Would his uncle find him attractive? And would he ever think about getting involved with him? Michael spent days trying to think of scenarios where he could seduce his uncle, but he kept coming up short. All he knew was that he had to do something.
The weekend had arrived and Joey headed for his weekly visit with his agent, Bobbie. He had been on so many auditions that week; he was optimistic that Bobbie would have some good news for him. Unfortunately, his hopes were crushed when Bobbie informed him that he hadn't booked a single gig.
As he left the office, Joey's emotions overcame him. He missed his life and friends in NY. Since arriving in LA, he hadn't made any new friends, or booked a single audition. His finances were quickly declining. The only positive thing in his life right now was his nephew Michael...and yet Joey had managed to screw that up too, by falling in love with him. Joey had never been much of a drinker...but now more than ever, he needed a stiff drink. He headed to the first bar he could find to drown his sorrows.
The hours ticked by, as Michael sat alone in his apartment worrying what was keeping his uncle. He knew Joey was meeting with his agent earlier that afternoon....but that was hours ago, it was getting late. The thought crossed Michael's mind that perhaps Joey had met someone and gone out on a date. Disappointed, Michael headed upstairs to bed.
Soon afterward, Joey stumbled into the apartment. He had clearly had too much to drink, and needed to sleep it off. He headed upstairs toward his bedroom, pausing briefly at his nephew's closed bedroom door. A flame of desire ignited deep in his loins, but he proceeded toward his own room, collapsing onto his bed.
Michael peered out of his room. He had heard Joey come home. Looking through the open door of his uncle's bedroom, Michael could tell instantly that he was drunk. Once again, he crept out of his room wearing only his tighty-whities and entered Joey's room. He appeared to be asleep, but Michael could hear him whimpering something inaudible. Taking pity on his poor uncle, he bent down to take off his shoes and put him to bed. As he did this, Joey's whispers became louder. He could finally hear what he had been saying in his sleep.
Softly Joey moaned, "Michael...Oh, Michael.....I need you, Michael."
Again, Michael began to tremble. But this time it was not just excitement he felt, but disbelief. Could it be true? Michael's eyes welled up with tears. Yes, his uncle desired him. It seemed like a dream. With each call of his name, Michael's young cock stiffened harder and harder, till it seemed his snug underwear could no longer contain him.
Gently, he took a seat on the bed alongside his sleeping uncle. Pausing briefly, he reached both hands under Joey's tight-fitting T-shirt and delicately pulled it off his body. As he did this, he realized that his uncle seemed not fully asleep, but half-awake...not fully aware of what was happening around him, but able to react.
Joey shivered as his exposed chest was tickled by the air. To warm him, Michael ran his warm hands all over his uncle's exposed chest. He needed both hands to caress each of the think, defined arms. As if by their own will, his hands slowly moved toward Joey's broad, firm chest. Michael's aching cock oozed with precum as he worshipped the hairy pecs, which contrasted from his own smooth, under-developed boy chest. He could feel his uncle's heart beat faster with each passing moment.
His own heart raced as his hands moved downward to find the happy trail which guided the way toward the object of Michael's every desire. He was shaking now, excited, nervous, scared...all at the same time.
His fingers instinctive moved to unclasp Joey's belt, and unbutton his form-fitting jeans. As he did so, he suddenly felt the warm hand of his still barely-conscious uncle stroking his back. This was all the encouragement he needed.
Boldly, he arose from the bed and stood, straddling Joey's legs which were dangling off the bed. He grasped the waistband of his uncle's confining jeans and with one forceful motion, released them from his body. Again, Joey shivered as his newly exposed skin reacted with the cool air. Instinctively, Michael moved beside him again, to warm him with his hands and body.
Michael's eyes were fixed on the sizeable package before him. The only thing separating him from his uncle's manhood was a tight-fitting pair of boxer briefs. The front of which was pulled taught over Joey's semi-soft, yet massive cock and meaty balls. Michael's dick pulsed with desire, but he could not bring himself to remove his trembling hands from the Italian adonis before him.
Taking a deep breath, Michael arose from the bed, preparing himself to remove the last of Joey's clothing. But much to Michael's surprise, his half-asleep uncle rolled himself flat onto his stomach. He would half to wait a bit longer to finally behold his uncle's cock. Bending down to grab hold of his uncle's underwear, Michael moaned with pleasure as the fabric of his own tighty-whities rubbed against his rock-hard cock. He had leaked so much precum into his restricting briefs, that a large wet attain had grown across the front.
Pulling Joey's underwear from his body, Michael exhaled with desire as he saw the luscious, manly ass before him. His body convulsed as he fought back the impending eruption of a spontaneous orgasm.
Joey's ass, much like his own, was perfectly round and meaty, but noticeably larger. Michael quivered as his trembling hands reached down to molest and worship it. Joey moaned as his nephew pulled apart his plump cheeks to reveal a dark tuft of hair concealing the pink rosebud beneath. Joey began to grind himself against his mattress as Michael fondled him. The time had come.
Climbing off the naked body of his uncle, Michael tucked his hands beneath Joey's hips, turning his body over. Joey offered no resistance.
Michael smiled and stood silent for a moment, taking in the vision before him. From a dark tuft of hair, rose a cock more beautiful than Michael had ever imagined. Fully erect and pointing skyward, the long plump shaft was thickest at the base, narrowing just slightly up to a full, engorged mushroom head. Michael could see a few drops of precum had emerged.
At the base were nestled two massive balls which Michael couldn't wait to lick and fondle. Young Michael positioned himself on his knees between his uncle's muscular, hairy legs. He hesitated for a moment before taking Joey's cock in his hands. He couldn't believe how thick and meaty it was. He rubbed and squeezed it for a moment, realizing that this was the first time in his life he had ever held another man's dick in his hands. This was soon to be followed by another first as well. Michael was salivating. He began at the base and, with his tongue, licked the shaft all the way to the head, before taking it fully in his mouth. Joey's dick was so massive, that he could only fit a portion of it in his mouth. As he furiously sucked the top of the dick, he used his right hand to grasp and stroke the base.
So consumed with the task at hand, Michael was completely unaware that the intense pleasure of having his cock sucked so masterfully had brought Joey back to consciousness. It took a moment for Joey to realize what was going on. He looked down to see his young nephew giving him the best blowjob he had ever had. The pleasure was so intense, Joey could barely speak...
"Michael?.....Michael wha....? What are you doing?......" Joey gasped.
Startled, Michael fell back, scared that Joey would be angry. The two men looked at one another for a few moments, unsure of what to do next. Michael was about to jump to his feet and run from the room, when Joey sat up and reached his strong hand to the back of his nephew's head. He pulled Michael toward him and kissed him passionately. His wet cock, covered in Michael's saliva begged for more attention.
Joey looked deeply into his nephew's eyes softly begging, "Suck it, Michael! Suck my big dick!"
Michael smiled and fell back to his knees. He maintained eye contact with Joey as he hungrily took the fat cock in his mouth and resumed sucking.
Joey moaned with ecstasy, and smiled with pleasure at the young, hot stud worshiping his meat. He rubbed his own chest as his hips bucked and drove his dick further and faster into the young man's mouth. Michael choked slightly, but regained his comfort with the faster pace.
No one had ever brought Joey this much pleasure. As his ball sac tightened, he knew he would reach ecstasy soon.
"Play with my balls!" Joey softly commanded. "That's it, boy. I'm close now!"
Michael fondled his uncle's substantial balls with his left hand, while his right hand aggressively pumped the base of the dick. Passionately, he sucked as much of the cock as his young mouth could take. His own body trembled with pleasure, even though his own prick was being neglected.
"Yes, Michael! OH God, Yes!" Joey exclaimed.
Joey's hands instinctively grasped the back of Michaels head, driving his cock further into the boy's mouth. Michael moaned with anticipation...wanting, needing to taste his uncle's hot manjuice.
Joey screamed with pleasure as his hips bucked uncontrollably, releasing explosive streams of hot cum into Michael's already full mouth.
As the warm thick fluid filled him, Michael's thighs quivered. His young, aching dick erupted load upon load of boycream into his tight briefs.
He held his uncle's cock in his warm mouth, unwillingly to let this moment pass. Their eyes met...they smiled awkwardly. Slowly, Joey pulled his dick from the young man's mouth, as Michael licked up the few drops of cum that escaped him.
Joey took his nephew in his arms, pulling him from the floor, into the bed. He spooned Michael, still holding him in his arms; Michael's back pressed closely against Joey's naked body.
Neither one spoke a word. The exhausted Tribiani boys fell asleep.
THE END....
(Let me know what you think of the series and if you'd like me to continue!)