Date: Thu, 4 Nov 2004 18:49:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Joe Stevens <joe45stevens@yahoo.com>
Subject: Uncle Joey part three

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!)