Family Ties

Following his Grandmother’s unexpected return home, Albus made halting excuses and fled to the safety of his temporary room, struggling to hide his obvious arousal.

Once inside the room, he locked the door, quickly shed his clothing, and then proceeded to wank himself frantically to the memory of his uncle’s calloused hand against his skin.

Normally Al’s fantasies exclusively consisted of white blond hair, piercing grey eyes, and the pale, lithe bodies of either Scorpius or his father. So it was rather a revelation to him to find just how much of a turn on he found Charlie’s muscular frame, flaming hair, and burnished skin.

As he lay there, his own come rapidly cooling on his belly, Al thanked Merlin that he had opted to spend his last few summer weeks with his Grandparents. Apart from avoiding the rather messy meltdown of his parents’ marriage, it had also opened up a world of potential sexual experience to him.

Albus has struggled for months to accept his sexuality. Scorpius had calmly informed him that it was perfectly natural, but as they had been in the midst of a rather heated snogging session at the time, Al was inclined to think him biased.

Apparently, Scorpius’ father preferred his own sex to women, knowledge that caused Al a fleeting thrill, and most pure-blooded men dallied with homosexuality at some point in their lives.

Al really liked Scorpius. He wasn’t in love with the blond boy yet, but he desperately wanted to take their relationship to the next level, to feel Scorpius inside him, filling him impossibly.

Fear had stopped him thus far. Fear of the pain, of their own inexperience, and fear that he might disappoint his partner and lose him.

Not only had Albus been overwhelmed with the sensations that Charlie’s hands had aroused within him, but also by the possibilities that this opened up to him.

Al might still only be a teenager, but he was old enough to recognise the lust in his uncle’s eyes when he looked at him. It was the perfect solution really, Albus decided. Charlie was decidedly older, and far more experienced. Experience that he clearly desired to share with his nephew. Al was excited at the prospect of his uncle’s tutoring, and even more so at the prospect of returning to Hogwarts and sharing this new found knowledge with his boyfriend.

Time dragged that afternoon, so much so that Albus began to suspect his grandfather had been messing with the clock again. Dinner was a painful experience - sitting that close to the new object of his fantasies. It didn’t help that Charlie spent the majority of the meal with his foot sliding up Al’s leg, caressing him to hardness through his jeans.

By the time he heard his grandparents retire for the night, Albus was almost ready to come untouched. He had tortured himself all evening with thoughts of just what his uncle would do to him that night, and, as a result, he had been almost permanently hard.

Wearing just thin cotton pyjama bottoms, which hung low on his slender hips, Albus silently padded across the landing. He hesitated briefly outside his uncle’s room, before taking a deep breath and entering.

There were no lights on in the room, only the bright moonlight lit the gloom, casting a bluish tinge on everything it touched. Al’s eyes were drawn to the bed and widened slightly at what he saw.

Charlie was lounging on top of the covers, leaning back against several pillows. He was already naked, his muscular body gleaming in the moonlight. A lazy grin spread over his face, but Albus couldn’t tear his eyes away from the thick cock that was lying heavy against his thigh.

“Come here,” Charlie murmured, holding a hand out in his nephew’s direction.

Albus stepped closer and slid his hand into his uncle’s larger, rougher one. He could see Charlie’s eyes roaming hungrily over his chest, before coming to rest on the obvious tenting in his pyjama bottoms.

“Let’s get you out of those,” Charlie said, letting go of Al’s hand, and taking hold of his waist.

As he felt his uncle’s thumbs hooking under the waistband of his pyjamas, Al knew that there was no going back. But, giving an encouraging wiggle of his hips, he had no intention of stopping.

Stepping out of his clothing, Albus was surprised by how unselfconscious he felt. But with Charlie’s lust filled gaze trained on him, it was hard to think of anything else.

Charlie’s cock hardened and filled almost instantly as he drank in the sight of his nephew’s naked form. Al was slender, but had tone that came from years of Quidditch. Those wide green eyes reminded him so much of Albus’ father, and Charlie couldn’t help but remember with amusement, the number of times he had wanked to thoughts of Harry when they were younger.

Charlie pulled Al over to the bed and gently pressed him down onto the mattress. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, trailing one hand along the boy’s smooth thigh.

Albus let out a whimper and arched slightly off the bed. His uncle’s hand felt so good on his skin, but it was driving him mad, touching him everywhere but his cock. “Please,” he begged.

Charlie chuckled throatily. “Please what, Al? Touch you? Taste you?” He leaned closer so his lips were against his nephew’s ear. “Fuck you?”

“Yes, yes,” Al chanted. “Please, all of it.”

Taking pity on his nephew, Charlie wrapped one hand around his aching cock and began stroking firmly. He couldn’t tear his eyes off the younger boy’s face, admiring the flush of his cheeks, and the enticing way his teeth worried that plump bottom lip.

Lowering his head, Charlie began circling one dusky nipple with his tongue, lapping and teasing it into a hard nub. Once this was done, he then began to nibble gently, tugging at the aching flesh.
Al began arching off the bed into each stroke of his cock, incoherent words streaming from his mouth.

“Going to come,” he gasped finally, and then almost sobbed in distress when the delicious friction on his cock vanished.

“Relax,” Charlie murmured, sliding lower on his nephew’s body. “I want to taste you.”

Charlie licked a stripe along the underside of his nephew’s shaft, before wrapping his lips round it and taking him in completely. Feeling that wet heat engulf his cock, and coaxing fingers stroking his aching balls, Al let out a choked sob and came hard into his uncle’s waiting mouth.

Al collapsed back onto the mattress with a deep sigh of release and satisfaction. He revelled in the sensation of Charlie’s tongue gently licking him clean, savouring every last drop of his release.

Once finished, Charlie crawled back up his nephew’s sated body and leant down to capture his rosy lips in a searing kiss. As Al felt his uncle’s tongue plunder his mouth, tasting his own seed, he felt the undeniable hardness of Charlie’s cock digging in his hip.

Wriggling teasingly, providing friction that had his uncle groaning into his mouth, Al gazed worriedly into the intense blue eyes above him.

“You didn’t come,” he murmured, flushing prettily.

Charlie grinned and leant down to capture those enticing lips once again. “We’ve got hours yet,” he said, grinding hard against Albus’ hip. “And I’m nowhere near finished with you.”

Albus watched as his Uncle rolled over onto his back, leisurely running one hand down the length of his thick cock.

“Come here,” Charlie instructed softly. “Let’s put that pretty mouth of yours to use.”

Al’s eyes were fixed on the hard cock, now only inches from his mouth. “I don’t know…I’ve never…” he trailed off, hoping his uncle would understand what he was trying to say.

“It’s okay,” Charlie soothed, stroking one hand down the boy’s back. “Wrap your hand round the base. Yes, like that. Now use your tongue and lick me.”

Al tentatively flicked out his tongue, tasting the drops of pre-come on his uncle’s leaking erection. Licking his lips, savouring the taste, he chanced a glimpse upwards.

“Good boy,” Charlie encouraged, seeing his nephew’s tentative glance. “Now start stroking me with your hand, then wrap those pretty lips of yours round me. Just like I did to you.”

Al had seen enough porn during his teenage years to give him a vague idea of how to give a blowjob. Stroking his hand slowly, he lowered his head and began pressing soft kisses to his uncle’s cock, before parting his lips and slowly wrapping them round the hard shaft.

Nothing had prepared him for the sensation of having a hard, heavy cock in his mouth, or for the musky taste of another man’s seed. As he started to build a slow, steady pace, Al could feel his own arousal building again.

Charlie’s hand buried in his messy locks, carding through them, coaxing him to take more in each time.

“Fuck yes,” Charlie groaned. “You look so good with your lips stretched round my cock.”

Emboldened by this praise, Al slowly slid off his uncle’s cock and ran his tongue down the entire length, all the way to his heavy, furred balls.

“Oh yes,” Charlie gasped. “You keep that up and I’m going to shoot all over your face.”

Al pulled back slightly and gave his uncle a look that clearly said he wouldn’t mind. Charlie let out a soft moan at the sight of his nephew nuzzling his shaft, and was overcome with the urge to paint that innocent face with his seed.

Controlling himself, Charlie reached down and tugged Al away from his cock. He laughed at the unmistakeable pout on his nephew’s face. “Another time, I’d be only too happy to come all over you, but right now I have something else in mind.”

Charlie rolled Albus over onto his stomach, and pulled him up so he was kneeling on the bed. “Reach back and spread yourself for me,” he instructed, voice thick with desire.

Al turned his head sideways on the pillow, supporting his body, before sliding his trembling hands behind him. He gripped one cheek firmly in each hand, spreading himself wide open to Charlie’s hungry gaze.

“Beautiful.” A covetous hand smoothed up Al’s thighs, before pausing to cup his new-found erection. “You look so hot, spread open for me. Such a pretty little slut.”

Al felt hot breath on his arse, and suddenly he was gasping in shock as he felt Charlie’s tongue licking a trail from the base of his cock, all the way back, until it was swiping enticingly over his puckered opening.

“What are you doing?” he protested, shocked that Charlie was doing something so…dirty.

Charlie batted Al’s hands out of the way, and, placing his own rough hands on the soft skin of his nephew’s buttocks, he blew gently onto the wet skin. “Just relax,” he murmured, smiling to himself as Al squirmed. “Enjoy it.”

Not wanting to argue with his uncle, Albus submitted to his ministrations. He felt Charlie’s mouth pressing soft kisses over his hole, before nipping the taught skin slightly. Then a warm tongue was laving his puckered opening, probing at the tight ring of muscle.

“Oh, Merlin. Charlie, please,” Al whimpered.

Charlie responded by breaching that tight hole with quick jabs of his tongue

The room was silent apart from Albus’ soft whimpering, and the wet, slurping sounds that Charlie made as he burrowed deeper into his nephew’s virgin arse.

By the time Charlie slid a thick finger inside Al, the younger boy was almost sobbing with need, begging his uncle to take him.

“Patience,” Charlie chided. “I need to make sure you’re properly prepared.”

A second finger slid inside, right up to the knuckle, and a sharp intake of breath sounded from Al.

“Soon,” Charlie reassured him. “Just one more finger.”

“Hurry, please,” Al begged. “I need…”

“You need what, Al?” Charlie asked, twisting three fingers mercilessly inside the boy’s tight channel. “You need me to fuck you? Is that what you want?”

Al nodded into the pillow. “Merlin, yes. I need you inside me, please.”

“You think you can handle it?” Charlie asked, removing his fingers and teasing the head of his erection around the edges of his nephew’s loosened hole.

Al pushed backwards, trying desperately to impale himself on the thick shaft that was teasing him.

“Patience,” Charlie reminded him, giving a sharp slap to his arse.

Al let out a loud moan at that touch, and rutted furiously against the bed.

Charlie raised an eyebrow in surprise at this reaction. “You like that?” he enquired, giving the other cheek the same treatment.

Al raised his arse further in the air, as if seeking more of the same treatment. “Yes, sir,” he whispered.

Charlie grinned lasciviously, his mind full of the possibilities that this revelation had opened up. “We will definitely be exploring that kink of yours next time,” he said. “But for now, I want to be buried inside that hot little arse of yours.”

One firm hand grasped Al’s slender hip, while the other guided the tip of Charlie’s cock slowly towards its destination. A whisper of a Lubrication Charm, and Albus could feel the head of his Uncle’s cock breaching his entrance, causing his breath to catch.

“You okay?” Charlie asked in concern, stilling his movements.

“Yeah.” Al nodded. Truthfully, he couldn’t see how that thick cock was going to fit inside him, but the burning sensation as it tried, was so wonderful that he wasn’t going to give it up. Wriggling his hips, he grunted, “More.”

“Oh, I’ll give you more,” Charlie promised, pushing his way further into that tight heat. Just the sight of his nephew’s puckered hole stretching to accommodate his shaft was enough to make Charlie nearly come on the spot.

“Push back against me, Al,” Charlie gasped, struggling to contain the urge to pound his nephew mercilessly.

Albus sank back slowly, stifling a cry as he felt Charlie’s shaft stretching his tender flesh wider than he thought possible. It was a slow process, one that taxed the self-control of both involved. But, finally, Albus’ arse was pressed snugly against Charlie’s groin, the entire length buried deep in the enticing warmth of Al’s arse.

“I’ve got to move,” Charlie gasped. “So fucking tight.”

Al gave an experimental thrust backwards and hissed when he felt the tip of his uncle’s cock press against his prostate. Nodding his consent, he said, “Do it. Fuck me.”

Needing no further encouragement, Charlie withdrew his shaft almost entirely. Without warning, he slammed his way back inside, ruthlessly hitting Al’s prostate, and causing the younger boy to slump further down on the bed.

Gripping his nephew’s hips tightly, Charlie tugged the boy’s arse higher. He began to set a punishing pace, plundering Al’s tight hole, relishing the way it felt, gripping him so tightly.

“You like that?” Charlie growled, in response to the mewling noises escaping his nephew’s mouth. “You like the feel of my cock, the way it’s pounding your sweet arse?” He punctuated each sentence with a forceful thrust.

“Y-yes,” Al gasped, sliding a hand underneath him to relieve his own erection. “P-p-please. M-more.”

“Oh, you'll get it, don't worry. I’m going to fuck you so hard, fill you with my come.”

Charlie’s fingers were digging harshly into his hips, and Albus just knew there’d be bruises tomorrow. But it was such a small price to pay for the sensations that were currently raging through is body, as his uncle battered his prostate on every thrust.

“You were born for this,” Charlie grunted. “To have my cock buried in your arse. My sweet slut.” He released one hand off Albus’ hips and reached forward to bury it in his hair. He twined his fingers in the sweat-mussed strands and tugged backwards. “You want that, don’t you?” he demanded. “To be my slut?”

Albus’ hand was working furiously on his own cock. Hearing those words from his uncle’s lips, while he was plundered by that thick, hard cock, was enough to tip him over the edge. “Yes,” he sobbed. “I want it. Make me your slut.” No sooner had the words left his lips, than Albus tensed and began erupting ropes of thick, white come, all over the bedclothes.

“Good boy,” Charlie encouraged, still pounding furiously into his nephew’s body. The pulsing of Al’s arse was too much, and after several harsh jabs into the willing body beneath him, Charlie gave a loud groan and began emptying his seed inside his nephew’s hot little arse.

“So good, Al,” he gasped. “So hot and tight. Gonna fill you up.”

As his orgasm faded, Charlie slowly slid out of Albus’ slick passage. He spread his nephew’s buttocks and admired his abused hole. He trailed one finger around the edges of the loosened hole, causing soft whimpering from Al.

“You look so hot with my come leaking out of you,” Charlie commented, sliding his finger inside the come-slick hole. “I suppose I should clean you up, though,” he added, reluctantly.

Albus craned his head to meet his uncle’s gaze over his shoulder. “Don’t. I love how it feels,” he admitted, almost shyly.

“Don’t be embarrassed by that,” Charlie said, pressing a soft kiss to the small of his back. “You were amazing.”

Al flushed at this compliment. “Does that mean we can do it again?”

Charlie grinned lasciviously and lay down on the bed at the side of his nephew. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, my little slut.”

At the back of his mind, Albus realised that he should probably protest against being called that. But with his uncle’s strong arms wrapped round him, and warm come trickling out of his arse, he really didn’t care.