Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2020 20:13:00 -0500 From: MC VT Subject: Hypothesis Gay Adult-Youth Hypothesis © MCVT2017 January 1, 2020 Thirteen-year-old boys have no control over their erections. I've said that before, and I'll prove it again. Prove your support for Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html 100% Fiction, adult content, Mc, Mt. ============================================================================ What a looker, my nephew Dylan. Dimples, rich green-brown eyes, dark hair and an impish nature. Fearless, completely fearless except when it came to cats. Water skiing behind a kite, snowboarding in the mountains, rock climbing didn't faze him. Cats sent him into rigors. Every possible way a cat could get near killing a human, he knew of: sucking the breath out of babies, cat scratch fever, scratching your eyes out, biting an artery, sneak attacks in the night with germ-laden claws. He feared and hated the poor, little creatures irrationally. Dylan's felinophobia put me in a difficult situation. He was coming to stay for two weeks while his mother was settling a relative's estate. It was a nasty family affair as happens when large sums of money are involved. I'd either have to farm my three cats out to friends, board them or somehow keep the cats separated from Dylan. He would go into frights and scream if one of them rubbed his leg wanting a pet. Heard him say one time that when a cat purrs, that's their machine of evil humming -- ready to slip into gear. I phoned him, "Dylan, are you still scared of cats?" I had a clowder of three rescue-cats. No weird cats, just very affectionate, laid-back, spoiled kitty cats. His breathing became rapid, "They're always trying to trip people -- they'll make me fall down. I could hit my head and bleed out, maybe break my neck. They'll try to suffocate me while I'm sleeping. I know it. I'll get ringworms and get scarred for life. They're always sharpening their claws to rip my jugular vein open - I'll never wake up. Biting, scratching and climbing up my jeans, poking holes in my skin with the same claws they use in their litter box. I'm gonna die with the hex they put on me. Can't I stay with Uncle Tom instead?" "Tom got into some trouble, won't be back for a long time." Tom finally got caught. We negotiated. Two cats would go to friends for safe keeping, and the little one would stay -- I'd keep him in the sunroom. Sookie was my favorite neutered tom, he was a mellow part-Persian with an easy-going nature. Sister dropped off the boy, taller by an inch since I'd last seen him. Stood the threshold of manhood, a delightful age. Hell to live through, but delightful for those around him who appreciate those adjustments. He came in and inspected the arrangements, I showed him Sookie in the sunroom, "He'll stay there unless you leave the door open." I saw Dylan sniffing the air, checking for the location of the litter box. "All his things are out there with him. He won't bother you, and you better not bother him. Clear?" "You know fleas can carry bubonic plague?" He said and took his bag upstairs. "Flea collars have slowed the spread. We're safe for a few more days." ... We had a light dinner with Sookie sitting on the window sill behind the louvered glass watching us. Dylan kept glancing at him, I knew he was thinking the cat was going to burst through the window and attack. I tried to keep Dylan distracted with ice cream and cookies; he took his dessert to the den to watch shows on sharks. I heard him playing video games while I got cleaned up and brought a blanket and pillow to sleep on the chaise lounge with my Sookie. He was my bed companion since he arrived. "You're going to sleep with that killer?" Dylan rinsed out his bowl. "I happen to love Sookie. He's expecting to sleep with me. Peek through the window in the morning -- if I'm in a pool of blood, call 911 to come pick up the body after you go next door and tell Lurleen to come get Sookie. She loves him." He sneered. I went to the sunroom, carefully shutting the door behind me. "Good boy, we'll get our time together, my poor lonely kitty..." Immediately, Sookie was all over me, whining and telling me how deserted he felt. I laid out my bed and took him on my chest. He was purring with relief as I stroked his silky fur and opened a book to read. Heard the boy go upstairs, shower and get in bed at around ten. When the house was quiet, I tossed the cover aside and pulled my tool out of my pyjamas. This was Sookie's special time. I stroked while he walked up and down my body sniffing, whiskers tickling as he snorted. Had to ignore him as my shaft started dripping, had to focus on a good, hard cum. Began breathing hard as Sookie neared my rod. His cold nose touched first, soft breaths on my glans as I continued pumping, "Good Sookie, good boy." I was conditioned to the rough tongue licking around my pee slit as that good feeling started happening. Several pulses of cum, and Sookie did his job. He liked the taste of semen, and he got all I could muster. Kept licking till he got it all, then went to my fingers for the rest. What a convenience. "Good Sookie, good boy." Damn, the mellow mood was broken when I heard footsteps in the kitchen, then on the stairs. The boy saw that? Wasn't really bestiality, more like kitty-humanality, maybe just plain kinky. Wondered what he thought as I fell asleep. ... When Dylan came down for breakfast, we discussed our plans for the day. First to the library, then to the arcade for an hour, grocery shopping and back home. "Heard you in the kitchen last night. Find what you wanted?" Dylan stared for a moment, "I saw you jerking off and that cat licking your cock. He coulda bit you. That's sick." "Why would he do that? I never bite his cock." I teased with a straight face. "You're kidding? That's even sicker." "Is not. He's my companion cat doing his job." "He could rip your cock off and eat it." With a slick move, I cornered him, "You're just jealous cause you don't get licked, sucked and enjoy yourself. You're way too young to even know what it's about." He put his phone in front of his face. "You're not into sexual experimentation, are you? It's okay if you are, but you have to know what you're doing first." "Yeah, well, maybe a little." Dylan's face was scarlet and he was trying not to grin. "Sookie is at an age he's exploring his sexuality. My responsibility to make sure my cats are healthy and comfortable their preferences." I tilted my head back with an air of knowledge, "But a cat just can't equal a human." I poured myself another cup of coffee. Just to make sure Dylan was horny and hard, "Smooth human tongue licking and the sucking -- damn, it always pulled the cum out in a lightening-flash. Second best way to shoot. Not that you know anything about orgasms and ejaculation -- getting' off. You'll have to wait several more years..." He was staring at his phone, but his mind was elsewhere. Nonchalantly, I went to the cabinet aside his chair and feigned looking in the cabinet. Glancing at his lap, his zipper was straining with his erect cock pushing against it. Boys his age have no control. Quickly, he got up, "Excuse me." He ran to the bathroom downstairs and returned shortly with his face reddened, relieved. ... Sookie made a racket meowing all night in the sunroom as I slept upstairs the next night, making sure my nephew had easy access to more information if interested. Going to his room to tuck him in bed, he had his phone out, probably watching porn. "Comfortable?" Sat on the side of his bed and put my hand on his far hip, "I didn't mean to embarrass you this morning talking about sex. Forget all that. I shouldn't be talking to you about, oral sex, sucking, cumming, all the different ways to masturbate. None of that's your concern for a while." I stroked along his thigh while I turned out the lamp with my other hand. "It's your mother's place to speak with you about your body and the incredible pleasures of nipple nipping, love bites, climax, and shooting a big load -- her job entirely." He was as curious as Sookie, I could feel him searching for a question. Almost stood to leave when he took my wrist, "Tell me what you did when you experimented. Did you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend? What did you do?" "Well, several friends -- three of us boys jerked off together, then we started sucking each other. Damn, I thought it couldn't get any better..." Began whispering to him about how we shoved our short dicks in each other's butts, "There's a magic place in there. Send you off like a rocket. Couldn't get enough of it." He wanted more information, and I poured it on as his covers were lifted by his imagination, dang, that boy was gonna be very well-endowed soon. He moved to the side of the bed and I lay beside him making up most of what I was saying I did with my friends. Actually, I was a loner, but one who could research and I did. Spent hours in the library with a volunteer named Chuck who shelved books and quickly enjoyed boys in the broom closet. Dylan put my hand on his erection. I pulled away and sneaked my hand under the sheet. He let me stroke along his hairless body, tiny nuts and just-developing, teen erection. Damn hard, and so smooth. Took about four strokes for him to scrunch his face and curl into a quick orgasm. Ah, another successful experiment proving my hypothesis that thirteen-year-old boys have no control. Poor Sookie missed his protein supplements that week as I sensually schooled the boy in the pleasures of sucking, and extreme fondling. Getting him to suck me was a challenge, my dick isn't the best looking and only slightly larger than the size of his. I always felt that my skimpiness worked in my favor. Just like me, he loved a good fingering and I gave him all he wanted, every night and several times after his gymnastic classes during the week. ... Toward the end of his stay, Dylan asked me if I really sucked Sookie's dick. "He's been neutered, I've never even seen his dick. It stays inside his sheath." He looked on his phone, "Cat penises have barbs." I softly pinched his nipples, kissing occasionally. "That's why the female makes all that noise. Must hurt. Glad I don't have any barbs on my cock." We watched several short clips of cats mating. Made him horny as hell. While he was still watching the videos, I rolled him over to his stomach and rubbed my dick along his cleft, imitating the toms he was watching. "Eee-ow," I licked the back of his neck and nestled my foreskin at his hot hole. Grabbed him along his rib cage and surprisingly, I felt him lifting his rump. Quick thrust, quick pop and he squalled like a pussy in heat, and I rode the boy with him pushing back, moaning and quivering to get me in the right place. Got to my knees and pulled his rear up, staying deeply embedded in his tight hole. Dylan liked that, and began pushing back rudely; very rudely and so enjoyable. Enjoyed it so much I couldn't take much more without spunking a heavy load in his narrow rear. What a fuck! Tried to turn him over to kiss him, giving him some proper technique, but he didn't want that. He turned me over and pounded into my cleft, like he was on a heated mission. My turn to start bawling for the incredible rhythm he was beating on my ecstasy drum. Couldn't help but come all over the sheets, but, hey, I like the smell. He wanted more, but I was spent after two times. Took him to the shower and gave him a good scrubbing with another fingering and finally he was ready to sleep. Surprisingly, he went downstairs and let Sookie out of the sunroom. Poor kitty bounded up the stairs, excited to roam the entire house again. Dylan lay beside me on my bed, pulling the covers over his head while Sookie walked his body, sniffing while the boy covered his face to keep from having the air sucked out of his lungs by the cat. "Why did you let him out?" "I figured he's okay since you're still alive." Why didn't I think of that? Pulled the covers over my head while Sookie stomped on us and I kissed Dylan's sweet lips, "Now when your mom asks what you did, the cat's got your tongue." "I'm going to tell her I have to stay a few more days -- wanna try some of that cat tongue for myself." Fin. Hypothesis