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I painted my sassy nephew
Arab uncle drains his nephew
Samir yawned and stretched as he got out of bed, his dusky olive skin contrasting against the crisp white of his cotton thobe. At 45, the Lebanese father of three was starting to feel his age. He caught a glimpse of himself in the ornate gilt-framed mirror and sighed. While he'd never been a large man, his formerly lean physique was starting to soften, his stomach rounding out above his sirwal and his arms losing their wiry tone.
"Yallah, I need to start exercising again," he muttered to himself, stroking his neatly trimmed beard.
As he headed to the bathroom, he nearly collided with a wall of tawny muscle. His nephew Tariq, who was staying with them for the summer, loomed in the doorway, his skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat from his morning prayers and calisthenics. The 20-year-old was an absolute Adonis, his tall, powerful frame packed with perfectly sculpted brawn, straining the seams of his sleeveless white thobe. His traditional red and white shemagh was slightly askew, untamed black curls peeking out, framing his striking aquiline features and smoldering dark eyes.
"Sabah al-khair, 'Ammu Samir," Tariq rumbled in his deep, resonant baritone, his voice rich with the musical cadence of Levantine Arabic. "You look like you could use some cardamom coffee to put some pep in your step, old man. I know your constitution isn't what it used to be."
Samir flushed, biting back a retort. "Shukran, but I think I can manage," he said stiffly. It was just good-natured ribbing, he told himself, even as he felt a pang of envy at Tariq's effortless virility. What he wouldn't give for a taste of that youthful power and vigor.
As he brushed past Tariq into the bathroom, their bare arms touched. Instantly, Samir felt a jolt of electricity crackle through him. He gasped, bracing himself against the marble sink as a wave of dizziness washed over him. In the mirror, he swore his reflection was... changing?
Before his eyes, the soft flab melted off his frame. His midsection tightened, hints of abs peeking through the gap in his thobe. His arms and legs regained the lean, wiry musculature of his youth, his biceps filling out the sleeves of his undershirt. His slouched shoulders straightened and broadened, his posture improving to project a newfound confidence. He looked robust, vital, like a man ten years younger.
Tariq suddenly shuddered in the mirror behind him and Samir startled. Was his nephew slouching? Samir could have sworn that he used to be eye level with the boy's plump pecs, but now he was staring right into their center.
"Mashallah, 'Ammu, looking good," Tariq said, clapping a massive paw on Samir's newly sturdy shoulder. "A few months training with me and inshallah, you'll be almost as big and strong as your nephew, eh?"
He threw Samir a wink and sauntered out, his sandaled feet nearly cracking the marble tile with each heavy step. Samir shook his head wryly. Tariq had always been a big boy - clearly took after his father's side. Perhaps with this newfound energy, he would take the young man up on his offer to get back in shape.
...
A few days later, Samir found himself in the makeshift gym in the garage, spotting Tariq as he benched a truly prodigious amount of weight, grunting Arabic encouragements. Tariq's performance was flagging slightly, his reps slower and more labored than last week. He was still monstrously strong, but perhaps not the utterly untouchable mountain of power he'd been before.
As they racked the weights and sat up, Tariq's sweaty arm brushed Samir's... and again, that electric jolt, that head rush. Samir watched in awe as his own arms seemed to swell before his eyes, his biceps and triceps growing, pulsing with vascular striations. His shoulders broadened, stretching his sweat-soaked sleeveless tee. Pectoral muscles barreled out above his tight six-pack, two brawny slabs of beef heaving with new mass.
It was as if he'd gained 20 lbs of muscle on the spot. He looked like he lifted seriously now, his frame dense with carved, powerful sinew and brawn. Tariq, on the other hand, while still unquestionably huge and imposing, seemed slightly... diminished. A little shorter, a tad less impossibly broad and thick. He looked more like the biggest, buffest guy at the mosque now rather than an avatar of masculine perfection.
"Wallahi, 'Ammu!" Tariq exclaimed, a note of surprise and something almost like unease creeping into his usually unflappably cocky tone. "What's your secret? I swear you get bigger by the day!"
Samir just smirked and flexed a bulging bicep, feeling a thrill as he watched his nephew's gaze widen with shock and awe at the size and definition. "Maybe you've been slacking on the halal meat, son," he teased. "Need to get more protein to maintain those gains."
Tariq just laughed, but there was a strained quality to it, his dark eyes flickering with an unsettled light. "We'll see, old man. Race you to the shisha lounge?"
He took off, and if his stride was a bit less than its usual loping, ground-devouring, leg-powered swagger, Samir didn't comment. He followed at an easier pace, enjoying the unfamiliar heft and solidity of his new, enhanced muscles. Something had shifted between them, and they could both feel it.
...
A week later, Samir woke up feeling like a new man. No, like a king, a titan, a conqueror of old. He practically bounded out of bed, 250 lbs of densely packed, heavily striated Arab muscle quivering and flexing with coiled power. He felt invincible, brimming with vitality, virility, and masculine energy straining to be unleashed.
He caught sight of himself in the mirror and had to stifle a shout of triumphant joy. He was magnificent, his tall, heroically proportioned body an anatomy chart of musculature, all broad planes and deep cuts and hulking, vein-streaked brawn. His thobe had ridden up as he slept, exposing a mastodon cock throbbing half-mast against his deeply corrugated abs, a thick, wrist-thick pillar of pride and potency. His heavy balls churned visibly in their overstuffed sack, swollen with seed and the sacred essence of a true alpha.
"Allahu akbar," Samir breathed reverently. He was a living incarnation of the male ideal now, a pinnacle of strength and virility that surpassed any man he had ever known - including, he realized with a dark thrill, his nephew Tariq. He could feel it in his gigantic, steel-cable muscles, his raging monsoon of testosterone-fueled might - he was the dominant one now, the apex predator. Tariq had nothing on him anymore.
As if on cue, there was a tentative knock on the door. "'Ammu Samir?" came Tariq's voice, reedy and thin in contrast to the booming bass Samir remembered. "I, uh, I think there may have been a mixup with our clothes at the laundry. I seem to have shrunk out of a lot of mine somehow..."
"Faddal," Samir called, his voice a low, authoritative rumble that vibrated through his cavernous chest. Enter.
The boy who slunk through the door was barely recognizable as the swaggering erotic demigod of a few weeks ago. Oh, he was still handsome enough in a coltish, pretty boy way, with an athletic swimmer's build, but next to Samir's towering, mega-muscled hypermasculinity he looked downright scrawny. His eyes widened to saucers and his full lips parted in an audible gasp as he took in his uncle's massive, naked body, his gaze immediately drawn to the throbbing log of manflesh sitting heavily atop Samir's deeply ribbed washboard midsection.
"M-Maa shaa' Allah, 'Ammu," Tariq stammered, face flushed, a visible tenting rising in his loose sirwal. "You... what... I mean... Subhan Allah, you're enormous..."
"Alhamdulillah," Samir purred, flexing his planetoid biceps with a low growl of power, his pecs and lats flaring out even wider, his cock jumping and pulsing against his abs. "What's wrong, little one? Never seen a real man before? Intimidated to be in the presence of your true alpha uncle?"
Tariq made a small, choked noise, his eyes glazing over with lust and worship, his lithe body trembling. The boy was clearly in thrall to Samir's extreme muscularity, the raw sexual power and masculinity rolling off him in waves. He looked ready to fall to his knees and service his supreme elder on the spot.
"Don't worry, nephew. You'll have plenty of time to get acquainted with your new place," Samir rumbled, voice thick with sadistic amusement, reaching out to roughly palm Tariq's pretty face with one huge, calloused mitt. "Wallahi, I'm going to enjoy breaking you in. By the time I'm done with this little zakar of yours, you'll be my perfect little eromenos. The only thing that overactive aql of yours will be able to think about is worshipping your 'Ammu's ripped, massive body."
Slowly, almost tenderly, he pushed his thumb into Tariq's slack mouth, making the boy gag and sputter as he forced it in up to the knuckle.
"Shh, shh, just submitted," Samir crooned darkly as Tariq's eyes bulged and watered, weakly trying to pull away. "Salim and accept your place, little one. You're going to become very familiar with parts of 'Ammu much bigger than this."
And with his other hand, he reached down and grabbed the root of his titanically engorged manhood, slowly, almost lovingly smacking his nephew's spit-slick cheek with the girthy, vein-ravaged shaft.
"Mmm, such a pretty little face," he groaned, his voice a low Arabic growl. "Going to look even better stretched around my horse cock. Open up, 'azizi. Your new life as 'Ammu's sharmuta starts now."
And with that, he pulled his thumb out only to replace it with the blunt, leaking head of his inhumanly huge erection, groaning in pure alpha male bliss as he watched his nephew's throat visibly distend and bulge obscenely around his girth.
Oh yes, this was going to be very good indeed, Samir thought as he prepared to orally break in his new fuck toy. And it was only the beginning of Tariq's training to be the perfect submissive receptacle for his dominant alpha seed...
My lovely aunt and I at our Boxing Day family dinner #aunt #family #christmas #christmastime #christmaswithfamily #christmas2015 #cute #adorable #nephew #gay #gaynephew #selfie #happy #happygay #happyholidays #awesome #posers (at Lawthorn Farm Pub and Indian Restaurant)
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One reason I am glad ku=porokakko (college/university) is in this city. I very much look forward to going to at least one of these festivals since it isn't far from Hirosaki University. The only problem I would think of is that Tsagaan Sar takes place just before the Hachinobe Enburi, and may not be able to spend much time in it with my brother and his family. I can't wait to meet my 2 nephews again, and one of them is 4 months old, named Ishijiro/Batchuluu. 2 year old Ishizue/Suuriin Chuluu is doing very well despite the cold, and I really am glad Hakodate is quite easily accessible from here through the Seikan Tunnel since it means I could visit my brother's family on breaks (though these are rather sparse). I hope you guys are paying old debts and grudges buried for the old year. Apunno oka yan.
Little Nephew’s day
Today (morning for me & brother’s family) is my younger nephew Ishijiro’s first birthday, so if you’d like to say something in wishing a safe day, please don’t hesitate to say it. I really can’t wait to video chat with my brother later today. Don’t be afraid to send a little something, I’ll be sure to pass it along.
Wishes for the year
Today December 11th is my older nephew’s 3rd birthday, so do say a little something to him if you wish. If anyone does, I’ll be sure to direct those towards my brother & his family. I hope you lot have a good day in the turbulent month.
Getting Stuck (Part 2 of 2)
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Jay gets up and begins unbuttoning his pants. He undresses completely, joining his best friend and his nephew in total nudity. He slowly walks up behind his best friend’s new tight college boy ass. Kyle’s mutated body is a bizarre sight from the back, his friend’s back transitions almost seamlessly out of his nephew’s muscular, much younger legs. It would almost be unnoticeable from this angle if it weren’t for the change of skin tone from the tanned youthful yellow undertone of his legs to the paler older skin of his best friend’s back.
The sight excites Jay more than he anticipated. He presses his naked body up against his best friend, feeling the warmth of his Kyle’s back against his soft stomach. He reaches around his best friend, embracing both of his friend’s torsos, rubbing his nephew’s tight abs, and playing with his delicate nipples. Kyle makes Chris’ hands reach up and cover his best friend’s hands, slowly intertwining Chris’ and Jay’s fingers. They both take a moment to enjoy their warm embrace. Then Jay decides it’s time to get down to business. He breaks the embrace and slaps Chris’ tight ass hard, enjoying the bounce the cheeks of his bubble butt give.
“Ow dude. I can still feel that. You’re gonna leave a mark.” Kyle says, surprised by his friend’s aggression. Jay ignores his friend’s protests and spits on his own cock. He starts probing his friend’s stolen 19 year old ass with his fingers to loosen it up. It’s much tighter than he is used to, but he persists. “Dude careful! This thing is brand new. I’m not used to having my anal virginity.” Kyle protests his friend’s aggression once again.
Jay continues ignoring his friend and thrusts his cock into his nephew’s ass, hard and fast. He can hear Kyle moaning in slight agony, but he’s stopped complaining about the pain. Jay fucks his nephews tight young ass hard, living out a fantasy he never even realized he had.
“Make him talk to me.” Jay commands to his friend who is lost in the pain and pleasure of getting his borrowed virgin asshole pounded.
“Fuck yeah dude! That’s what I’m talking about!” Kyle responds excited that his friend is finally embracing the weirdness that he has brought upon them.
“Oh fuck my virgin ass Uncle Jay!” Chris moans out of his sleepy mouth, much more articulate than he was earlier. Kyle seems to be gaining more control over his puppet. Jay hugs his friend’s upper half tight, wrapping his arms all the way around the two torsos again, squeezing tight as he fucks his best friend and nephew’s perfect ass. “Oh fuck yeah Uncle Jay. Pound my ass like I pound tight college pussy!” Kyle says sensually once again using Chris’ mouth and voice.
As Jay holds his friend tight, he starts to feel connected to his friend. He feels himself slowly becoming one with his best friend. He doesn’t think much of it at first, until he opens his eyes and sees that his stomach is slowly melting into Kyle’s lower back. Kyle doesn’t seem to notice and just continues moaning in ecstasy. It must be some strange side effect of his friend’s little trick. Jay takes advantage of the moment and continues pushing into his friend’s back.
Jay keeps fucking his nephew’s ass hard and after a few moments his whole torso is inside his best friend’s. He then lifts his arms, slowly pressing them inside of his friend’s arms until he has complete control of his best friend’s torso minus the head. Kyle starts to notice that something feels wrong. He opens his eyes and sees that his hands are no longer under his control and they are massaging Chris’ meaty pecs.
“What the fuck just happened?” Kyle asks confused. Instead of responding Jay uses his best friend’s hands to reach up and cover Kyle’s mouth, muffling his resistance. He then presses his face into the back of his best friend’ head, slowly taking control of his face. For a moment Jay is consumed by darkness, then he opens his eyes with a new perspective. He looks down and sees his best friend’s torso, and he also sees the muscular back of his nephew growing out of his waist.
“Fuck yes!” Jay exclaims using his best friend’s mouth. As he regains his sense, he realizes his own legs are now growing out of his best friend’s back and his old cock is still firmly planted in his nephew’s asshole. It takes a little getting used to, but he starts maneuvering his old hips to continue fucking his nephews tight ass. “Oh fuck!” Jay moans through his borrowed mouth, overwhelmed with all of the sensations he’s experiencing. It feels to Jay as if Chris’ body is just a dead conjoined twin still attached to his body. Until suddenly Chris shoots straight up, now fully awake, but it still doesn’t seem to be Chris in control.
“Bro! That was fucking insane!” Chris says, clearly being controlled by Kyle, now fully in charge of Chris’ body, but still attached to his old body which is now being controlled by Jay.
“Fuck yeah Chris, I love fucking your tight ass!” Jay shouts with his best friend’s voice, reminding Kyle that he hasn’t finished yet. Jay continues pounding Chris’ tight ass with his old cock faster and faster coming closer and closer to a climax.
“Oh fuck me harder Uncle Jay!” Kyle said now fully in control of Chris’ mouth. He looks over his shoulder to see his best friend wearing his face like a Halloween mask. He is so aroused by the sight of his own face about to orgasm, that he can’t resist pulling his friend in for a sensual kiss. He tastes his own lips and dips his new tongue deep into his former mouth.
“Oh FUCK!” Jay screams with Kyle’s voice in between kisses with his nephew’s perfect lips. He cums a heavy load into his nephew’s ass, so hard that his knees buckle and he almost loses his balance. However, he is saved by the stability of the second set of legs attached to his body.
“Wow dude, that was amazing.” Kyle says to his friend still in awe at everything that just happened. “Let's sit down on the couch over there.” Kyle gestures with his young muscular arms. They both work really hard to walk with their two sets of legs, and sit down on the couch together. They are still a strange mash up of three bodies, that at a glance would only look like a young man sitting on an older man’s lap. But closer inspection would reveal Chris’s body, with Kyle’s torso growing out of his waist, with Jay’s legs growing out of Kyle’s lower back. Creating an other worldly house of cards made of human bodies.
“So, how do we get back out when we’re done?” Jay asks his friend still panting from the rush he feels.
“Oh it’s supposed to be easy. All we do is recite the spell I have written on a piece of paper in my pants pocket, over there on the floor.” Kyle responds excitedly with his youthful voice.
“Perfect.” Jay says matter-of-factly. Then without explanation he uses his best friend’s arms, wrapping them tightly around his nephew’s torso pulling tight. He starts to feel a familiar sensation.
“What are you doing bro?” Kyle asks slightly alarmed by his friend’s sudden roughness. Jay continues sliding his friend’s body into his nephews body, taking more and more control over his nephew’s torso until he’s almost completely in control.
“You didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, now did you?” Jay responded mischievously. He has now fit Kyle’s torso all the way inside of Chris’ torso, leaving just his head out, so his friend could continue watching himself lose control of his own stolen body. Then Jay begins melding his legs into his nephew’s, starting with the thighs and working his way down to the muscular young college feet.
“Dude that’s totally fine, just let me out first!” Kyle pleads with his friend through Chris’ cute young face, making use of his new innocent looking puppy dog eyes. By this point Jay has taken full control of Chris’ body. He is now completely inside of his best friend’s Kyle’s body, and Kyle’s body is stuffed completely inside of his nephew Chris’ body except for the head. He has turned his best friend and nephew into a Russian nesting doll of human flesh. He stands up easily balancing on his new fit legs, and walks his new body over to the floor length mirror. He can now see the panic in Chris’ eyes. “Please bro! Don’t do this!” Kyle begs his friend.
“Bro, if I let you out, how am I ever going to get some peace and quiet?” Jay says with his best friend’s snarky mouth giving Kyle a taste of his own medicine. He then reaches up with Chris’ sexy tanned hands and starts pressing his head into Chris’ head, leaving just Chris alone staring back at Jay in the mirror. Jay decides to take a picture of his new form to save for later, doing a silly yet confident pose that he could only pull off in his new meat puppet.
“Aww gee Uncle Jay, thanks for saving me from your creepy perverted friend.” Jay says to himself mockingly, admiring his nephew’s perfectly sculpted body in the mirror. Then he give himself a thumbs up and a perfect white smiles. Jay almost immediately bursts into laughter amused by his goofy characterization of his nephew. “Finally I can just sit at home alone, drink a beer and watch TV.” Jay says to himself as he walks over to the fridge to get a cold beer.
“I guess I’m not technically legal drinking age anymore, but that’s fine. I’m sure Uncle Jay won’t mind if I help myself.” Jay jokes to himself, looking down at his new 19 year old meat suit. He pats his perfect abs with his borrowed hand. “Hopefully a few beers won’t mess up this perfect six pack.” Then Jay burst into defiant laughter. “Whatever! It’s not my body anyway!” He laughed to himself feeling a sense of freedom not having to worry about the consequences of his actions. He finally opens a beer and plops down in front of the TV for the night, embracing the peaceful knowledge that finally, no one will disturb him for the rest of the night.
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Hell yeah! Look at these titties a lot of people are gonna go gaga on this hunky body of my uncle.
It was so easy to get in him, all I had to do was say the spell while he was sleeping and voila.
I should hurry and hook up with someone I can't believe my uncle's libido is so high even at his age.
