Date: Sat, 2 Apr 2016 06:49:20 -0400 From: Medic nextdoor Subject: Matt and His Uncle 8 Again, I appreciate all of the comments and am glad everyone likes these stories. It means a lot t me. As a side note, don't forget to donate to Nifty. Because of their work, we have a format to read these fantastic stories! _______________________ It was a typical Saturday afternoon. I had managed to have an entire day where work wasn't an issue and I could get some things done around the house. Being up early, I managed to clean the entire house, change the sheets, get the wash done and most were in the drier when I heard a timid knock on the door. Walking to the front door, I checked myself in the full length mirror I had on the wall. A gray T-shirt and shorts seemed ok. My hair was a mess but its Saturday. Whomever was at the door was going to have to like it. I opened the door to find Timmy standing with his bike. He had a pair of play shorts on, tight but not too tight and a football jersey-type shirt. It seemed to be longer than what he would normally wear, almost coming down mid-thigh. "Hi Uncle Todd," Timmy said with a smile. "Hi Timmy," I answered. I looked around for his best buddy. "Where's Matt?" "Oh, he had to go with his Mom somewhere," Timmy said, exhaustively. We both stood looking at each other. Although we were both smiling, it seemed to be somewhat awkward. "Want to come in?" I asked. "Sure," he said happily. He dropped his bike in front of the door and started to come in. I put my hand to his head and stopped him. "How about putting the bike in the garage?" I asked. "We don't want anyone tripping over it. I'll go and open the garage door". Timmy smiled bigger (Geez, he has really white teeth – I had never noticed that before) and grabbed the handle bars. He pushed it over to the garage and met me there when I had pushed the button that rolled the door up. He came in and propped it against the short wall between the two outside doors. I closed the garage door and Timmy entered the house through the garage entrance. He looked around, seeming to expect someone there. "So," I started. "What brings you here today?" "Well," he started. "I went over to Matt's house hoping he was there and if he was, we were both going to come over to your place. Is it OK that I call you `Uncle'?" "You know it is," I said. "Matt's Uncle is your Uncle". The sentence sounded like it shouldn't fit and Timmy cocked his head to one side, trying to make sense of what I had just said. "What I mean," I continued. "Yes, you can call me Uncle". Timmy smiled. I walked through the kitchen towards the family room and Timmy followed me, kicking off his sneakers but keeping his white socks on. He slid across the kitchen floor in his white gym socks like a modern ice skater would do and giggled when he did it. "You have a neat house Uncle Todd," he said, getting to the carpet of the family room and walking over to the couch. I sat down and Timmy sat right next to me, scooting his cute rear end up on the couch so his feet didn't touch the floor. His larger-than-him jersey covered his crotch, which was disappointing for me. "Want to watch some TV?" I asked. "Sure," he answered. I grabbed the remote and tuned in some cartoons. It seemed to me that, possibly, Timmy had come over to `scratch an itch' but he didn't know how to start it. I might have been reading too much into it and didn't want to start something he didn't want to as well, so, we sat, side by side for about 20 minutes watching mindless cartoons until I realized nature called. I excused myself and got up to go to the bathroom. With such a cute boy here, I realized I was hard when I unzipped to pee. I had to think of something else for a few minutes to help it go down (although it didn't go down all of the way) and, finally, emptied my bladder. I zipped up and left to return to the couch. On my return, I was somewhat shocked and pleasantly surprised. Timmy had taken off his pants, leaving his long jersey on. It practically went down to his knees and covered almost everything (except his cute knees and lower legs). He was watching TV, or so it seemed. I sat back down next to Timmy and stared at the cartoons. After a few minutes, his hand reached over and grabbed mine and put it on his bare leg. Now I was hard and there was no going back. "Does your Mom know where you are?" I asked. "Yeah. She thinks I'm here with Matt," he said with a devilish grin on his face. I started to rub his lower leg and knee. I heard Timmy moan. I moved my hand slowly up his leg, pushing his jersey up as I reached the edge of his white briefs at the leg openings. I moved my hand towards the center, between Timmy's legs, and felt a beautiful boy-size hard-on in his underwear. I started to palm his peter, playing with it in his briefs. "I really like that Uncle Matt," he moaned. I felt his hard on through his briefs and played with it a bit, jacking him off slowly. He leaned his head back and moaned. "So good," was all he could say. As I moved his dick in his briefs, I slowly brought my other hand up to the elastic band. I pulled slightly. Timmy raised his butt so I could pull them down and I did so, leaving them just below his beautiful balls. I then brought my hand back up to his dick and held it in my grasp for a minute. "Is this what you want?" I asked, almost in a whisper. "Yes," Timmy hissed. He seemed to be in a blissful state. I continued to play with his now hard nail. I stopped for a minute and he looked at me. "Don't stop," he said. "It's so good". We both looked at each other as I raised my hand to my face and started to lick it all over. He broke into a big grin as I made my hand as wet as I could and then moved it back down to his peter. "Ohhhhhh," he said with a big smile as I started back playing with his hard on. He leaned against me and I realized we probably were going to need more room. I stopped again, allowing Timmy to look at me somewhat unhappy with the stop in play. "Come on," I told him. I scooted my one arm under his naked rear end and brought him to my chest. He cuddled me and put his arms around me, thrusting his hard dick into my belly. I secured him in my grasp and carried him like a small child and I started to walk towards my bedroom with Timmy in my arms. Timmy was smaller than Matt. Although they were the same age, he seemed younger. His underwear had worked down to his feet and they had banded them together. I felt Timmy lean back and his lips came to my cheek. He was giving me small pecks there when I turned my head and met his lips to mine. We started kissing. "Mmmmm," Timmy moaned. I pushed my tongue against his lips and he opened his mouth for me. We continued to play tongue hockey as I felt his boner get harder and harder. As I reached the edge of my bed, We broke our kissing and I leaned over and gently laid Timmy down on the bed, allowing his legs to dangle over the side. His T-shirt had ridden up his chest and he was almost naked. He was a beautiful boy, laying there smiling at me. "I like that kissing," he said with a devilish smile on his face. "You do, do you?" I asked, smiling back at him. "Well, what about this?" I laid next to him, putting my face right up to his dick. I swallowed it with one movement. OHHHH," he groaned loudly as I started to suck him. He moved his feet until his underwear fell off and he spread his legs to give me better access. His peter was beautiful and hard as a pencil. As I continued to suck him, my other hand was making its way to his butt. Timmy was wiggling on the bed until he felt my longest finger reach the bottom of his butt cheeks. "Matt told me about this," he said. "Are you going to find my button?" "If you want me to," I said, coming off of his dick. "Yyyyyeeeessssss," again in a hissing sound. I moved my hand up to my face and licked my middle finger, making sure it was wet and slippery. I moved it back down to his butt. "Do it," he said. "I want to feel it inside me". I almost came just hearing him say that. I started to suck him again, moving my finger forward until it was touching his hole. He was squirming around on the bed as if he liked it when the tip of my finger entered his behind. He was now practically humping my hand. "So good," he moaned. "more". I continued sucking him when he suddenly came. He shuttered under me for several minutes, not squirting any love juice but having a massive dry orgasm. As he shook, I could feel his butt hole grabbing my finger with each dry squirt. I decided to keep my finger where it was. Timmy came down from his cum and looked into my eyes. We both smiled. "Again," was all he could say. "You need to touch my button". I smiled and went back down to his dick, which was still hard. I started to suck him again and moved my finger further into his butt. As Timmy moaned, I felt the button directly in front of my finger. As it touched it, Timmy came up off of the mattress. "WHOA," he screamed. "That's it. Keep doing that". Timmy was practically begging me to continue and I was not going to disappoint the boy. I touched his button again and he lunged up again, each time my finger scrapping over his gland and each time he almost going into a seizure. He didn't last very long but I can't blame him, being a virgin and all. Within about two minutes of me sucking him and tickling his button, he started to cum from a place way down deep. "I can feel it," he said, sounding rather mature. "Keep going". As his breathing sped up, I felt his dick start to jerk in my mouth. "GA..." He yelled. His dick started to jerk as his butt hole squeezed my middle digit. Then, I felt it. One, two, three squirts of golden nectar, his first wet cum. He was making a lot of noise through this orgasm. Good thing we were where we were. He would have woken up the entire area if we had been somewhere not so private. As he came down from his orgasm, I let go of his peter and pulled my finger out of his butt. He shuttered as I did so, but smiled at me as our lips met. "So, what do you think of your button?" I asked him. "Cool," was all that Timmy could say. He was still in a blissful state. He laid next to me and we both cuddled while he slept.