Date: Sun, 01 Jan 2012 01:41:17 +0000
From: soronery@hushmail.com
Subject: Matthew and Patrick, A Hot Summer, Part Three

	***This work is complete fiction. None of the characters in this
story are real. The events in this story have never happened*****

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	 We didn't sleep together that first night. Matthew had had a very
full day, and I wanted to give him some space.

 My mind was racing and it took me a long time to drop off. Basically
a whole new world had opened up for me.

 Only a few days ago I had been an angst-ridden seventeen year old,
guilty about how I felt towards my 10 year old nephew. I mean, he's 10
years old for fuck sake, and I've thought he was hot since he turned
seven. Just being able to be with him like we were yesterday has
changed how I think about life.

 I must have slept all night with the same massive smile on my face
that I woke up with. I was woken by the sun streaming through the
windows of my room onto my naked body, and up to that point I had
never woken up happier. I got up and slipped on a pair of baggy boxers
before going to the door of Matthew's room to look in.

 There was my little rock-star, fast asleep on top of his sheets,
completely naked, with a pillow between his legs, He was smiling in
his sleep and I could tell he was having the sweetest dreams. I crept
into his room and kissed him so gently on the hip, and then on the
cheek. He was sound asleep and didn't move a muscle, so I went into
the kitchen to make pancakes.

 My specialty pancakes are choc chip. I was building up a stack of
them, dancing to some rock dj on the radio, shaking my ass around the
kitchen in between pancakes. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted
some movement at the door of the kitchen. I heard footsteps going down
the hall, and when I got to the door, I spotted Matthew's bare little
butt going into his room. He must have been watching me.

 "Hey kid, pancakes up! I want your butt out of bed and in this
kitchen in two minutes!" I shouted down the hall.

 "K" I heard him shout back through his bedroom door.

 When he came up to the kitchen a minute later he was wearing
transformers briefs and nothing else. I realized that he had run back
to his room to put on undies after he saw me wearing mine. If he
wanted to be naked, then I definitely wasn't going to be the one to
stop him. I could tell he was a little embarrassed because he was
blushing all over. He obviously thought he had made a mistake by
coming up naked, when actually he was the one who did the right thing.


 Anyway, I didn't want to draw attention to his mistake and embarrass
him further, so I decided I had to get naked. I grabbed the milk
bottle to make some more pancake batter, and deliberately splashed
some down the front of my shorts, getting some on my stomach too.

Matthew thought this was hilarious of course and I pretended to be
embarrassed. I made a cartoon-y angry face, which made him laugh
harder, and he grabbed his tummy for added effect.

 "Oh well, I don't care what you say, I don't wanna do laundry.

They're coming off!" I declared.

 I slowly lowered my shorts to the floor and stepped out of them,
kicking them to the corner. It was nice how I already felt so
comfortable being naked in front of him. My dick swung freely in the
air between us and I savored the feeling. I had some milk on my tummy,
so I reached for the kitchen towel on the counter in front of Matthew,
but he grabbed it before me.

 "Here you silly fool, let me!" he said. He started lightly dabbing my
tummy, but not very convincingly.

 "I'm thirsty", he declared, and he promptly put his lips to my tummy
and slurped up the milk from my skin. He made sure to get as much as
he could (I was laughing openly), even licking it out of my fuzzy
treasure trail. When he started to do that, the blood started flowing
to my dick right on cue. It rose rapidly and gently tapped Matthew on
the chest. He stopped slurping and looked at my teenage cock - the one
he was getting to know so well.

 "Not yet, Uncle Patrick. Pancakes before any of that", he said and
marched over to the kitchen counter, climbing onto a high stool. I was
about to serve up pancakes when I realized he was still in his undies.

I couldn't let him away with that, and was about to go over and
de-undie him when he stood up on the stool and lowered his undies
before kicking them clear across the kitchen and sitting down again
without saying a word.

 I smiled and divided up the pancakes. We hungrily munched on our
pancakes for a few minutes. I realized we hadn't actually had dinner
yesterday so it was no wonder we seemed so hungry. I was also greedily
eying Matthew's body. How his little dick jiggled up and down as he
ate, and his tummy was rising and falling. I had a sudden idea. I
reached for the maple syrup and asked Matthew if he wanted more. Of
course he said yes (he takes after his uncle). When I was pouring it
over his pancakes, I pretended to cough, and jerked my arm. I spilled
maple syrup all down his chest and tummy and, because I held the
bottle there longer than I should have, some of the sticky golden
liquid landed on his little penis.

 "Hey", he shouted, "you did that on purpose!"

 "I did not", I protested.

 When he reached for the cloth I grabbed it before he could.

 "Oh no, young man. I'll take care of that."

 I swiveled his chair so that he was facing me and I threw the cloth
over my shoulder.

 "Won't need that", I said, and leaned in to kiss him on the lips
quickly. I glanced down to see that his little penis was pointing
straight out now, with maple syrup slowly dripping from the tip. I
leaned in to his bare chest and kissed him right over his heart. I
held my lips there and could feel his young heart popping beneath his
ribs. I held his upper arms and slowly licked the sticky syrup from
his bare chest.

 I lingered over his tiny pink nipples. I put my lips to his left
nipple and sucked slightly, then nibbled it very gently. Matthew's
breathing immediately increased and he muttered something I missed,
but it sounded approving. Then I did the same to his right nipple, and
moved my hands down to the small of his back. I held on to his sides
as I slowly worked my way down his bare torso. He moaned contentedly a
few times and I worked my tongue over his perfect skin.

 By this stage my own dick was fully erect too.

 I licked the syrup from his tummy, and ticked his bellybutton with my
tongue, causing him to giggle wildly.

 Then in one movement I moved my mouth lower and took his little cock
into my mouth.

 It was so small and stiff. Matthew immediately stopped giggling and
groaned loudly. I took his little sack onto my mouth too and ran my
tongue over his entire boyhood as he writhed in my hands on the stool.

I continued to lick and caress him for a minute or two, but I sensed
that he was about to orgasm, and I wanted to do something else first,
so I stopped.

 I stood up straight again. Matthew's face was the picture of young
bliss. He stared, unfocussed, at the ceiling until he realized I had
stopped and he looked at me, gently questioning. I didn't say a word,
but I lifted him slightly and turned him so he was kneeling on the
stool, facing away from me. He turned his head to look at me but
didn't say anything, he just watched. I picked up the maple syrup
bottle and slowly poured it onto his arched back. It oozed down his
young spine, and the flow disappeared between his perfectly round butt
cheeks. I stopped pouring and kissed him between his shoulder blades,
then moved my mouth and tongue over his back. I traced his spine with
my tongue, following the flow of the maple syrup, greedily lapping it
from Matthew's perfect little body.

 I placed a hand on each of his butt cheeks and kissed the spot just
above his beautiful valley, tasting both my nephew's young, salty,
sweat and the sweet maple syrup. I eased him apart and gently licked
Matthew between his boy's cheeks. I'll never forget that salty sweet
taste. He moaned slightly as my tongue found his perfect little hole.

I greedily lapped at him, as if the syrup was coming out of that
beautiful, pink rosebud. As he relaxed his butt (without me having to
tell him to), I felt the edge of his butt hole loosen. I pushed
against him, and entered his flawless little hole with my tongue. He
gave a small little yelp of surprise, but it was obvious that he liked
it. I licked him inside, working my tongue in a circular motion,
pressing into him as far as I could. He tasted of nothing else I can
describe. The inside of my little nephew tasted of boyhood, that's the
most perfect word I can think of. Football matches, swimming,
sleepovers, science experiments and schoolbags.

 I put my lips against his butt-hole and pushed my tongue as hard as I
could inside of him, devouring the delicate flavor of boyhood. Matthew
groaned and then called out loudly - not a word, but a sound that only
a boy can make when he's experiencing something like that. I pulled
away from him, licking my lips, and turned him around. I was looking
him in the eye and he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips- the
lips I had just had pressed against his asshole. We held the kiss, and
then to my surprise he opened his mouth and we kissed as passionately
as any hot-blooded couple in the prime of life. A pure, wild kiss. I
let him explore my mouth with his tongue for a couple of minutes,
wondering if he could taste himself on me.

 When he pulled away, I leaned down again and took his rock hard
little cock and scrotum in my mouth and massaged him with my tongue.

He grabbed on to my hair and I worked my mouth over him. I took less
than a minute before his little body arched, and I felt his cock
twitching as he had a dry orgasm in my mouth while he called out my
name loudly.

 When he finished, and I stood up, I saw that he was completely spent.

He slumped in the stool, shining with sweat, like a rag-doll. I
couldn't expect him to finish me off, even though beads of pre-cum
were already wetting the tip of my engorged cock. I stood in from of
him and began stroking myself slowly, my dick pointed at his beautiful
face.

 He limply reached out to hold the base of my shaft as I stroked
myself faster. Looking down at his gorgeous face, it wasn't long
before I came. I shot my seed in large wet spurts onto his face;
hitting his forehead, getting some into his hair, onto his cheek, and
even into his slightly-open mouth. When I had emptied my teenage load
on my nephew's face, he licked his lips and slurped my cum into his
mouth and he smiled at me.

 He didn't clean me from his face, and I didn't clean his taste from
my mouth. Instead, we curled up on the sofa and watched cartoons
together for the morning, occasionally kissing or nibbling at each
other. With his bare body enclosed within the curve of mine, I was as
content as I ever remember being. I breathed him in deeply -- the
smell of purity and innocence and beauty was like a drug to me as we
lay there and for the first time I realized we had weeks to spend
together. I dozed off on that sofa clutching my nephew and feeling
sure that I was at the beginning of the best two months of my life.