The bass from the party thumped through the walls as I watched Mees stride toward the bathroom. My niece's twelfth birthday faded into background noise. My nephew—all coiled muscle and hetero swagger—had no idea the heat he stirred in me. As the bathroom door clicked shut, I counted to three and slipped in behind him, locking the world out.

The sound hit me first: a steady, hissing stream of piss splashing into the bowl. Mees stood with his back to me, those denim-clad glutes flexing as he relieved himself. I could see the outline of his thick cock through his jeans, and my mouth watered.

"Ahhh," he sighed, shaking off the last drops.

Suddenly, he spun, zipping up fast. "What the hell, Milo?" Confusion etched his face.

Adrenaline surged. I shoved him hard, sending him stumbling back onto the closed toilet seat. He landed with a grunt, legs splayed wide. I stepped between them, my voice a low, dirty whisper. "All that muscle, and you've never let a man taste it?"

Instead of anger, a slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. He stood, towering over me, and palmed the hefty bulge in his jeans, making the denim strain. "You want this dick, uncle?" he growled, his hetero facade cracking.

In one swift move, he reversed our positions, pushing me down onto the cold porcelain. His words were filth—graphic, degrading promises that made my cock leak. He peeled his shirt off with a groan, biceps and abs rippling under the fluorescent light. His jeans and box