Date: Wed, 21 Aug 2019 19:26:06 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Loving Kristoff Chapter 1 (Revised) This story was orginally posted on Nifty in 2007. It's been updated a bit. I pose a debatable theory at the end of this story. I would be greatly interested in hearing from others who also "knew" at a young age. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was, without a doubt, the most beautiful little boy I had ever seen. He reminded me of one of those young Eastern European boys that I'd seen in soft-core porn pictures on the Internet. His hair, cut short but with a longer bang, was almost white it was so blonde. His soft, blemish free skin had a slight tinge of a tan due to time spent in the early summer sunshine. At any other time of year his skin was almost porcelain like in its paleness. He had a cute little bobbed nose, perfectly shaped lips framing pearly white straight teeth, and the most amazing deep blue eyes that I'd ever seen on anyone except Paul Newman. The eye lashes that framed those eyes were long and dark, the overall effect of the boy's beauty verging on stunning. Kris was a small boy; at eight years old he barely came to my chest, and couldn't have weighed more than sixty or seventy pounds. His size made him an extremely cuddly little bundle of boy and fortunately for me he loved to be held and cuddled. He loved to have physical contact with another human and told me more than once that he loved being held most when I was holding him like I was holding him right then. His little arms were around my neck, holding on although he wasn't worried about falling. His back was leaning against the wall and of course I had both hands underneath him, one on each of the glorious orbs of his little butt. Seven and a half inches of stone hard cock was stuffed deep up inside his compact little boy's body and as I pulled out for another thrust I looked at his perfect face. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open to allow for a more free flow of much needed oxygen. His little pink tongue would sneak out and graze against his red lips or crystal white teeth. He moaned loudly as I drove my cock back inside his tight ass, my pubic hair pressing against the Lilly white skin of his un-tanned butt. "God how I love you Kris," I whispered and the boy opened his eyes slightly and smiled at me. The weight of him helped pull his butt open as far as it could go so the very tips of my fingers could feel the movement of my cock as I fucked the boy, the warm stiff flesh sliding smoothly in and out of his incredibly tight little asshole. "I love being like this Uncle Mark," he whispered, his voice still a melodic little boy's high pitch. "I love it so much when you fuck me. I wish we could do it forever and ever." I have to clarify that I was not related to Kris by blood, adoption, or any other means. The son of my best friend's sister, I had known Trisha almost all of my life, just as I had her brother Travis. I had hung around Trisha and her husband after we'd grown up, as much as I had her brother, so when their kids were born I became the honorary Uncle. Travis and I had messed around with each since our friendship had begun at five or six years old. We'd discovered boners together, or more appropriately, how to make them feel really good. Our education was aided by Travis' brother Gerry who was five years older than we were. Along with many other things, Gerry taught us how to suck cock, first his and then each other, and he taught us how to fuck. We were probably Kris' age the first time we'd taken Gerry's five and a half inch cock up our tight little butts. Thirteen years old, Gerry had a nice little patch of hair going on at the base of what we thought was a monstrous cock. We had both thought that was about the coolest thing we'd seen when the hair first started growing but when he showed us how he made sperm that really took the cake. The first time we saw the older boy cum we wanted to make him do it over and over, which the horny teenager was more than, ahem, up for. We had talked about fucking for ages it seemed like and when Gerry finally managed to get his hands on a porno magazine neither Travis or I needed much coaxing from the older boy to try it. We each watched intently as he slathered the other boy's puckered little pink butt hole with Vaseline Intensive Care Lotion then gently slipped inside, marveling at how his big cock could get inside such a tight little hole. When he put that thing inside my butt it hurt like hell but soon the pain was replaced by pleasure. I grew to love the feeling of having my little hole stretched out and would let Gerry fuck me practically whenever he wanted to. I loved to have him fuck me face to face so I could see his face, see the feelings that were expressed there. I was saddened when, at age twelve, the then seventeen year old Gerry told me that we couldn't be together anymore, that he'd gotten a girlfriend and that was the way things were meant to be. He said that boys were only supposed to be practice for when you got older and began being with girls. Needless to say I never did subscribe to that way of viewing sex, nor did Travis. After Gerry went off with his girlfriend Travis and I continued to fuck each other, just as we had been doing, but it wasn't the same, at least for another year or so when we both grew bigger and thicker cocks and started sperming. "Oh gosh Uncle Mark I think I'm going to cum soon," Kris moaned, "turn us around." I did as the adorably cute little boy asked and I backed almost up against the wall. Kris used the wall for leverage, putting his feet against it, using it to push off from, and in effect fucking me. I let my own body relax for a moment, if relaxation is even possible in a situation like that and allowed Kris to direct the action. I had been fucking the cute little tyke for about five months and to say that he was an active participant is a gross understatement. Kris came up with more variations on the theme than I did, the current wall scenario being his idea. All I had to do was support the little boy's weight, an easy feat all things considered. Kris did all the work, doing squat thrusts using my rock hard cock as his guide. "Oh gosh, oh gosh, oooohhh fuuuuuck," he finally moaned out. He moved a hand from my neck to reach down between us to grasp onto his own hard cock, a pale, blue veined four-inch, piece of uncircumcised flesh. I could feel, as well as see, the boy jack himself off, stroking his little boy cock furiously, his foreskin covering and uncovering his cock as he came, his compact little body shaking from the powerful experience. As always, Kris' orgasm caused his tight little butt hole to constrict against my cock and as always, it took me over the edge. "I'm cumming Kris," I groaned and began moving my hips to meet the little boy's thrusts, shoving my cock as far up inside of him as I could as my fat balls unloaded yet another torrent of sperm inside his bowels. "Fill me up with your sperm Mark," Kris moaned, "I love having your warm cum in my butt." In the throes of orgasm Kris could be quite vocal in his feelings as well as quite colorful, some of the words coming out of his beautiful mouth almost surprising. He also tended at times to drop the uncle address, telling me once that he was very glad that I wasn't his real uncle because then he couldn't be sexy with me and he loved being sexy with me. And I loved being sexy with Kris. How did all this happen? How did I come to find myself, day after glorious day, wallowing in lust with this precocious, Adonis of a boy? Therein lays the heart of the tale. Kris' father was European, German to be exact, and he'd met Trish while the two were students at USC. They became lovers and were married within days of graduation, the ceremony being followed by a six month tour of Europe at her father in law's expense. Trish had married into a rather affluent family. We'd all settled down close to home in a small picturesque little town about a forty five minute drive from Seattle, fifteen to twenty from Tacoma, depending on traffic. I'd opened my own consulting firm, designing web sites, building computers and other computer related work. Intrinsically lazy, I had been mad about computers since I was Kris' age and had I been twenty five years younger I might have been part of the Gates Allen team but alas, I was not. That didn't stop me from excelling at what I loved. By my sophomore year in college I was being pursued by corporate head hunters. I gave in, went to work for one. Part of the deal was that they would pay for my education until I got my BA in computer engineering plus allow me reasonable time as needed to attend the rare & required, face to face encounters at school. So I went to work, designed some stuff that made me a nice enough little bundle of money that, along with an outrageous salary, allowed me to quit and go to work for myself at the ripe age of 27. I was not wealthy by any means but I was two and a half steps out of five above comfortable and that was all that mattered. I owned a cute little 3 bedroom house with a small swimming pool and drove a 3 year old Porche 911 and late model suv. No complaints. Trish and her husband had gotten CPA certification and MBA's respectively, had also worked for major corporations for ten years or so then opened a small, rather exclusive travel agency that specialized in European and mid Eastern tours. Fluent in five languages between them with passable skills in another four, Trish and Gunther frequently led the tours and because of Gunther's and his father's connections, they were able to take their clients into places that the general public rarely got to see. All for which they charged outrageous fees. Kris sometimes went on the guided tours with them, the well heeled clients never seeming to mind the adorably cute and very well mannered little boy who was less trouble than some of the adults on any given tour. Sometimes school or other activities prevented the boy from traveling with his parents, and sometimes the boy just wanted to stay home. In any even he usually stayed with his blood uncle Travis but frequently spent a night or even a few days with me. Travis wasn't all that interested with the uncle role and tended toward boredom at times. He was also a bit of a slut and having a young boy in the house tended to put a cramp in his otherwise rather lascivious and active life style. So it was that Kris ended up at my house about a week after his parents left on a month long tour of Egypt and North Africa. Travis had found a new paramour and wanted to spend as much time with the man as possible so asked me if Kris could stay with me, assuming that the boy wanted to. Kris always loved staying with me because I spent quality time with him whereas his uncle Travis didn't so much. Kris wasn't stupid by any means either. He knew that both Travis and I were gay, had known since he was little, although of course he didn't get the concept then. He knew what his uncle was up to when he asked if the boy wanted to stay with me but being the good boy that he was, Kris eagerly accepted without comment. Kris wasn't a particularly modest little boy, nor did he simply strip off his clothes the second he walked through the door of my house, but the fact was that he didn't mind being scantily clothed or even naked, especially in the warmer months. He often ran naked after his shower and before he went to bed and frequently swam nude in the small pool in my walled back yard. I'd not been attracted to preteen boys since I was one although I'd seen plenty of images on the internet and was aware of the sensuality that young boys could project. I'd also seen plenty of images where young boys were engrossed in adult sexual behavior and the expressions on their smooth young faces belied the typical party line about children being forced into those behaviors. Not saying that lots of children aren't forced you understand, just saying that despite what society might think, children, and boys especially I think, are incredibly sexual beings. Don't get me wrong, I'm not making an argument in support of it, simply stating how it appears to me. Aaaanyway! Through all of that Kris had never seen me naked and I didn't think that he'd seen Travis nude either, at least not after he turned six or so. Kris had asked me a couple of times why I didn't swim nude and I simply told him I wasn't particularly interested, which was mostly the case. The other part was that I wasn't sure it quite appropriate, as he'd gotten older, to allow him to see me naked. After all I wasn't his parent, not even his real uncle. Kris had celebrated his eighth birthday with me, sort of sad when you think about it, but his parents had held a huge party with the boy before they'd left so it wasn't like he'd been neglected or anything. One of the highlights of his turning eight was that he would be allowed to start using the shower instead of bathing. I'd been given a heads up about the upcoming event when Travis turned the boy over to me that weekend. "And don't be surprised by the fact that you're probably going to have to shower with him Mark," my best friend told me. His mother asked me to do it, and I would but, you know, there's this guy I've been hot to hook up with, so..." So it was that my beautiful young ersatz nephew saw me naked which marked the beginning of our sexual relationship. Of course it didn't start right off the bat but the indications were there from the get go and that day was still the first one of many days. When the appointed time came for the grand event it was all Kris could do to contain himself. The precocious little tyke was rarin to go and all but dragged me into the master bathroom. "Come on Uncle Mark," he said, tugging on my arm, "You gotta shower with me and make sure I don't slip and fall or anything." I entered into the situation with a tiny bit of reservation knowing that I was going to be exposing my genitals to a child but on the other hand it wasn't an unnatural thing nor was it deviant in any way. Kris started taking his clothes off as soon as we got to the shower area of my bathroom, his eyebrow length blonde hair bobbing about as he moved. The little boy was stark naked and absently playing his shriveled little cock while I finished removing my clothes and placed them on clothes hooks. Kris watched with interest as I tugged my briefs down and freed up my cock and all but stared at the fleshy tube that was hanging almost in front of his eyes. "Which shower are we gonna use uncle Mark?" he asked as I opened the glass door. I had two heads in my shower. One was a large disk that one could stand under and that put out enough water to make you feel like you were outside in the rain. On the opposite wall was a detachable nozzle with about six hundred different settings but I rarely used that one. More trouble than it was worth. Between the two was a narrow seat that was part of the molded plastic shell that made up the shower proper. "We'll use the big one sport," I said, reaching in and getting the process started. Once it was done we both piled in and I stepped out of the way to allow Kris the full experience of standing naked in warm rain. The boy's melodic giggling reminded me of my own youth and my first time being allowed to use the big kid method of taking care of bodily hygiene. Once we were both soaked I grabbed the bottle of liquid soap, poured some into Kris's upturned hands and then mine before setting the bottle on the seat where the boy could reach it too. We went about the ritual of cleaning and I noticed that Kris's attention seemed drawn to my crotch, especially when I washed there. I wrote it off to the natural curiosity of a boy. I was equally curious, watching as he pulled his foreskin back and exposing a perfectly shaped cock head, and cleaned himself there. He was equally intent when I reached behind and soaped my asshole, the cute young thing mimicking my behavior. "Can you wash my back Uncle Mark?" he asked after we rinsed off. I nodded my head then suggested that I stand him on the seat. I lifted him up, aware of how light he seemed, then set him down on the seat. It was the first time that I'd really paid attention to his little boy genitals, his flesh as pale as my living room walls, tiny blue veins visible on his boyish cock and wrinkled balls. It crossed my mind that the boy might be a little large for his age although I wasn't any expert in the matter. It just seemed that his eight year old cock was sort of big. Perhaps the tip of his foreskin gave the illusion of his being larger but I didn't think that was it. His balls seemed large as well, their pale and hair free wrinkled bag close up between the boy's equally smooth and creamy thighs. I turned him around and soaped, washing his back and down onto his butt, Kristoff letting me know right off how good it felt getting his back washed. When I massaged the darling little boy's shoulders he almost purred. When I was done I told him to hold on then lifted him and set him on the shower floor to rinse off. He seemed a little bit reluctant to turn around but I finally managed it, seeing immediately his reluctance. The cute young thing had a hard on, his little cocklet stretched out to almost four inches long, the fleshy hat still covering his cock head, the rim of it outlined in the pale flesh. It stood proudly at attention in front of him and again I was sure that the boy was large for his age. "I'm sorry Uncle Mark I couldn't help it," he said, his blonde head looking at the shower floor. I put my hand under his chin and lifted it. "It's okay sweetie, that's what happens to boys and even men sometimes. It's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about, especially when you're around me, okay?" He smiled at me and said okay then asked if I wanted him to wash my back as well and I agreed. I knelt on the shower floor so that he could work on me and when he mimicked my shoulder rub he had to stand on his toes a little bit and thus rest against me. I could feel his young cock pressed into my back and apparently it was stimulating to the boy because I distinctly felt him push a little hard against me. I chuckled to myself, remembering my own boyhood and the discovery of the amazing feelings I could muster up with my own cock. When Kris was finished I stood up and rinsed and the boy watched me, idly playing with his ramrod hard boy cock. "Can you make your penis hard too Uncle Mark?" he asked. I told him that I could when I needed to and of course he wanted me to do it right then and there and I told him that I was a little embarrassed to be standing there playing with myself like that. "Why? I am and you're another boy just like me." "Yes. But I'm still an adult and you're a child." Of course he waved that minor consideration off letting me know that it didn't matter. When he persisted I told him that I probably couldn't make it hard that easily. "I can help, I know what to do," he told me. Without another word Kris reached out and grasped onto my flaccid dick, dropped to his knees and placed his mouth over the head. The warmth and somewhat tight fit of the boy's small mouth took me totally by surprise and I felt my cock start to respond before the shock of what was happening registered in my brain. I finally stepped back from the boy, pulling my cock from his grip. "What are you doing?" I asked, my shock causing me to speak louder than what I intended. It took a moment before Kris stood up and when he looked up at me there were tears in his beautiful blue eyes. My heart melted. I'd never spoken a harsh word to the boy and now I had him crying. I dropped down and pulled him into my arms and held him tight, Kris's arms equally tight around my neck. "I'm sorry Uncle Mark," he mumbled into my neck, "I just thought I'd help you be hard like me. I thought you'd like it like I do. I was just trying to help." He said, crying softly. I moved my hands up and down on his back and down onto the glorious little orbs of his slender boy's butt murmuring that it was okay, and it was, kind of. The part I was really concerned about was the boy putting my cock in his mouth. I stepped out of the shower and put Kris down and wrapped a towel around his shoulders then shut the water off and began drying myself. Kris was still a little sniffly so I got on one knee and took the towel from his narrow shoulders and dried his back for him, the boy allowing me that show of attention. I gently turned him around to dry his front and noticed that his little stiffie, thankfully, wasn't. "You okay sport?" I asked him as I wiped down his legs. Kris nodded his head, stepping out with one foot to allow me up underneath his boy stuff. He didn't seem to inclined to take the towel from me so in the interest of making an amends of sort I continued to perform the ablution as if he were a four year old and not twice that age. Kris nodded his head at my question then put on the zillion dollar smile that so much a part of him. "I feel kinda like I'm a prince or something and you're my servant," the adorable little guy said. "Servant indeed," I said with mock anger and poked him in his belly. He giggled, his high soprano laugh like a tonic to me, and covered his belly then melted into my arms. I held him for a moment and when I tried to get up and the little boy held his arms around my neck even tighter. My knee was getting sore so I simply scooped the little boy into my arms and stood up, holding him rather like a groom carrying his bride across the threshold. Little did I know how apt that analogy would turn out to be. I was curious about how Kris knew about cock sucking and the fact that it would make a boy's cock get hard but I didn't want to ruin the moment. "Wanna have a bowl of ice cream before we go to bed sport?" He nodded his head against my neck, having snuggled his head as far into the crook of my neck as possible. "Wanna put on some clothes first?" He shook his head in the opposite direction, moving it against my shoulder and jaw, indicating a "no". I commented that I thought I'd like to and again he moved his head against my shoulder and jaw. I decided quickly that since we'd gone that far, being naked in front of the boy a little bit longer wasn't going to make a lot of difference so simply carried him into the kitchen. We got out ice cream, poured hot fudge on it then went into the living room to eat it, Kris snuggle right up next to me the entire time. Half an hour later, snuggled together in my large bed where Kris had elected to sleep ever since he started visiting me, I decided to broach the subject that was on my mind. We were lying in a spoon fashion, Kris's back to me with my arm draped down around his chest and holding him. We were both still naked, Kris stating that he liked sleeping without any clothes on. It turned out that it was a new development in the boy's life and he insisted that I do as well so he wouldn't feel weird. "Your hairs are tickling my butt Uncle Mark," he giggled after kissing me goodnight and backing into me. It felt a little strange to me, being naked and holding and equally naked little boy in my bed. On the other hand it had a slightly erotic feel to it and I wondered about that, wondered about me. As I said, I'd never been attracted to preteen boys, but I sort of felt myself slipping into a comfort zone about everything that had happened that evening. "Can I ask you a question Kris?" He said I could always ask him questions, just as he could always ask me questions. "How is it that you felt, or maybe knew, that putting my penis in your mouth would make it hard?" He didn't miss a beat but said, "Uncle Travis." Kris felt my body tense against his for, indeed, I was shocked at the revelation. He quickly said, "He didn't actually do it to me but he did it to his boyfriend." I relaxed and asked how that happened. Kris told me that he'd woken up one night when he heard voices in the hall outside his bedroom door and then continued from his uncle's bedroom. Curious, the little boy had gotten up to see what was going on, wondering if perhaps his parents had come home early, not occurring to him to question what either of his parents might be doing in his uncle's bedroom. He saw Travis' door open a crack, heard the voices, knew it wasn't his parents, or parent, but elected to peek in anyway, still curious about who would come calling so late at night, ten o'clock being late to the boy. "I'll have you hard in a second, that's what I heard Uncle Travis say," Kris told me, "and when I peeked into the room I saw him kneeling in front of the other man and put the man's penis in his mouth. Sure enough the man's penis got hard really fast." Kris went on to say that it made his own little penis get hard watching the two adults but when his uncle started to stand up he ran back to his own bed and didn't watch them anymore. "So that's how I know Uncle Mark. I know I shouldn't have watched them but I couldn't help it and I couldn't help it when my penis got hard either." I hugged him to me and the cuddly little bundle of boy snuggled backward even closer to me. "That's okay baby boy," I said, using a favorite term of endearment of his. "It's normal for boys to be curious about things like that, about seeing older men's body parts. And it's also normal to for a boy's penis to get hard at times like that. Heck Kris, you're gonna find that, pretty soon, your penis gets hard at almost anything, especially though if it has anything to do with sex, even talking about it." "It already does that Uncle Mark, gets hard all the time and over little things. Sometimes I don't even know why, it just does it all by itself." I agreed with him, saying it happened to me too. "I know Uncle Mark, I can feel your penis against my butt and it feels like it's getting hard," he said, voicing what I'd hoped he wouldn't. "Well perhaps I should move so that it isn't poking you," I said and started to do just that but Kris stopped me. "No, don't move, please. I like you holding me and I don't mind if your penis gets hard against me. I kind of like it," he said, his voice full of the innocence of youth. I did find that curious however and asked him about that. "I don't know," he told me, "I just do. I like the feel of it against me. It makes me feel good and then I get hard too, see." With that he took my hand and moved it a little lower, placing it over his little cock which was full on little boy hard. I felt my own cock surge, rapidly filling with blood as my fingers involuntarily closed over the rampant little penis. Kris sighed as I did so and I knew that the little boy was being flooded with all kinds of new feelings. "I love it when somebody holds my penis like that Uncle Mark." I've said it before and I'll say it again, I had never had any desire for or attraction to young boys. Never. But here I was, holding the most beautiful little boy in the world in my arms, naked and holding on to his fully erected boy toy. And I was getting stone hard as a result of that. I left my hand where it was and asked if someone else had held his penis. He paused a moment then said that yes, a boy he knew who was the older brother of a friend. Apparently the older boy had come into the bedroom that he shared with his little brother and discovered the two youngsters standing there with their pants down with their soft little dicks along side each other comparing size. "I'll show you what a real prick looks like," the older boy had said and tugged his pants down to reveal a cock much larger that theirs with some hairs on it an everything. Both little boys were amazed of course and the older boy told them that they could touch it if they wanted to and of course, boys being boys, they wanted too. The older boy's penis had gotten hard from all the attention and of course both of the little cocklets had also responded adequately to the sexually charged situation. "It felt so good having him hold my hard penis like that Uncle Mark and I liked with when I held his too. He said he could make sperm stuff too but he had other things to do so that would have to wait." Kris finished his little tale then rolled over to face me. "I really liked it Uncle Mark just like you holding me just then and I want to hold yours too," he added. "Can I Uncle Mark? Please." Part of me was screaming no while another part was thinking what was the harm, really. The boy was curious, all boys were, and it would have been different had I initiated the situation but I hadn't, Kris had. "Yes Kris," I finally said then felt his fingers seek me out followed by the warmth of his hand as it encircled my thick cock. Kris explored me, moving his hand up and down my rigid shaft. He cupped and felt on my balls then moved to the head where he was surprised at the stickiness he encountered. "What's that Uncle Mark, why is your cock head so wet?" I explained precum to the boy who wanted to see it, I reached over and turned on the bedside lamp then rolled to my back. Glancing at Kris right off the bat I admired his body, the smoothness of him and his little boner sticking straight up in the air, the head outlined beneath his pale foreskin. Kris took hold of my dick and held it upright, bending down to investigate with his eyes that which his hand had discovered. He automatically began stroking it, the beautiful young boy understanding that if it felt good when he stroked his own cock it must be the same if he did it to someone else. "Will you make sperms if I keep doing this Uncle Mark," he asked and I told him that he definitely would. That seemed to spur the God/boy on and amazingly enough I could tell that it wouldn't take long. The whole situation was so charged for me that I was on the edge almost from the moment that Kris took hold of me. "Tighter Kris," I finally panted, "hold my cock tighter. "Watch, here it comes." Fuck oh dear did it cum. I had to reach down and cup my hand over Kris's in order to have the pace and grip that I preferred and that just added more feelings to the fire, his small hand under mine as we both worked to bring me off. The first shot went to my upper chest, almost hitting my neck. The rest of them, six or seven all total, went everywhere between there and my belly button. I finally took my hand away while Kris continued to slowly stroke me, milking my cock like a cow's teat, my sperm oozing out and running down over the boy's small fingers. It was even hot watching that. He finally let go but not without commenting on how cool it was to watch me shoot out my sperms, how much of the stuff I made, and how cool it was making me do it, finishing off with a question about his own bodily capabilities. I explained that when he got older he would start producing sperm but for now he might be able to enjoy the feelings that happened when a mature male squirted his stuff out. Of course he wanted to try it, asking me to show him. Kris rolled onto his back, boner standing proudly at attention. I reached over and took hold of the rampant little cocklet, amazed at how soft his skin was. I slid his foreskin down and exposed his perfect little cock head. I'd known a few uncut guys and they said that simply sliding their foreskin back and forth tended to dry out the skin and make it hurt so once I'd uncapped the boy I wiped some of my cum up and smeared it all over the head of his cock causing his body to go rigid for just a moment. "Ooohhhh," Kris moaned out as my fingers mauled his sensitive head. I used more cum and went to work on the boy, encouraged by the moans and groans that came from deep in his throat. It didn't take long before the little boy was telling me it tickled and to stop. Of course I kept it up and two seconds later he was screaming like a little girl, his smooth pale body jerking spasmodically as the gorgeous young pre teen experienced his first orgasm. Once he'd cum, I stroked the shaft, sliding finger and thumb up over his sensitive cock head with each stroke and helping to encourage his orgasm. It was soon over and the adorable preteen lay panting on the bed, seemingly unable or unwilling to move, at least for the moment. When he did move it was to roll over and on top of me, mindless of the cum that hadn't gotten cleaned off. He kissed me hard on the lips over and over again, his hands on my cheeks to keep my head in place while he did it. "That was totally incredible Uncle Mark," he said. "I can't believe how that felt, gosh. Can we do it again? Please, can we Uncle Mark?" I held his body to mine, my hands on his back and on his tiny little butt, rubbing and squeezing. "Sure can Kris but you can do it yourself too you know." He said he knew that but it had to be more fun with me, and having me do it. I had to think about that. I mean, now that I was post orgasm I was beginning to think with my other head and it was telling me that this had to be a one time deal, that I couldn't continue to help an eight year old boy explore his sexuality. I decided that I'd deal with it at another time then rolled us over and upright before getting off the bed and heading to the bathroom for washcloth. The mess really needed a shower but I was dealing with so many conflicted feelings that I didn't really want to expose myself to Kris anymore right then. Truth be told I wasn't sure I wanted his naked body exposed to me either. I got both of us cleaned then dried off then went back to bed where I turned out the light. Kris snuggled back up to me and pulled my arm down over his chest and held it there. "I love you Uncle Mark," he said, a yawn at the end muffling my name. I told him I loved him too and fell asleep with the beautiful little boy in my arms. I was up at my usual time, six-ish, and looked over to see that Kris was sleeping like the dead, on his back with one arm across his belly and the other one upright and bent at the elbow, his hand resting on the pillow next to his head. His beautiful young face had the relaxed look of serenity and innocence and I could see his eyes twitch as his brain entertained the sleeping beauty with the dreams of boys. I felt my chest swell and my heart pick up its pace as I watched him and my mind went back to the night before, of holding him, jacking the little boy off and having him handle me in a likewise manner. If my feelings had been conflicted the night before, they were even more so in the light of day. I got up, pulled on a clean pair of briefs and headed out to the kitchen for my morning coffee and the paper, the latter keeping my thoughts more or less focused elsewhere for forty five minutes. Four strong cups of Sumatra blend later I headed back to my room, the intended goal being my bathroom. In passing my bed I saw that wonder boy was still conked out only he'd managed to kick the covers to his knees and lay there with arms spread out as though he were making and angel in the snow. My heart lurched at the sight of him lying there so peaceful, so beautifully naked, and so hard. The slight difference in his skin color caused my attention to focus on the more pale swim suit area of his groin. His little cocklet was standing proudly in the air, not fully upright but halfway between that position and his pale flat pubic bone. I stepped closer and looked down at him, fully over taken by his beauty; the smoothness of his skin. Blue veins lined his rampant cock as well as the smooth wrinkled bag that held his balls. His foreskin fully covered the head of his cock so that his little missile narrowed down almost to a point. I watched his boyhood pride pulse, the fleshy tube jerking slightly with each beat of his little heart. My head went back to the night before and with those memories came a thought. I wondered what it would be like to suckle the little boy, to bury his raging cocklet in my mouth. There was no doubt in my mind that if I wanted to suck him Kris would be more than happy to let me, just as he would be more than happy to suck mine. I felt my pulse quicken and my dick start to rise at the thought of it then wondered what in the hell was happening to me. I left the presence of the little god and went about my intended chore while considering the swift change of events and my sudden physical attraction to Kris. I knew in my heart that it was Kris specifically and not preteen boys in general and that thought made me feel a little better. I didn't relish the idea of being a full on pedophile, of being sexually attracted to young boys. I could live with the idea of feeling that way toward Kris and with that thought came a stark realization. I'd just given myself permission to be with the adorably cute little boy on whatever level he wanted. Why? Because it was entirely possible that Kris was indeed a gay boy. Many people, generally those in social services or of a religious background, said that children couldn't possibly know if they were gay or even consider such things until they reached puberty and even then there was doubt that they had that much insight. People like that are full of shit of course. I'd had the opportunity to talk about such things with many other sexual minority people who were very clear that at a young age they, as was I, were aware that they were somehow different than other boys and girls. Travis knew it too and by Kris's age we both knew the concept of being gay and that we were. Like many children we'd had the opportunity to "play doctor" with a girl and while initially girls parts were interesting enough there wasn't any desire to repeat that experience after the second or third time. Neither of us even cared to look at the photos that other boys managed to acquire of naked women, generally the more benign type from a Playboy magazine often stolen from an older brother. If my little Kris was gay then he was going to explore that come hell or high water and if that were the case it would make him more vulnerable to teenage boys or even men who were of a predatory nature. The thought of Kris being harmed in any way made me want to cry, and then kill anyone who might even consider such a thing. Was that a rationalization on my part? Perhaps but look at the news or even the statistics. No, Kris's beauty made him a target and if he showed even the most remote interest in the wrong person he was vulnerable to harm. I could not and would not allow that to happen. I did conclude however that I would not tell Kris of my decision nor would I initiate any sexual contact whatsoever with the boy. But, I would be willing go along with just about anything he wanted in the exploration of his own sexuality. That settled, I wiped my ass and climbed into my shower.