Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2015 19:42:33 -0500 From: Eddie Sherman Subject: Helping out my "nephew" My lover passed away about five years ago. He was from a big family and they all knew that we were gay and they have been very supportive since he has been gone. One night last month, I got a call from his niece. She said that her grandson, Tommy, had broken up with his girlfriend and he was coming home from Boston. She was wondering if I could let him stay at my place for a couple of days while she prepared a room for him. I said sure. I remembered him when he graduated high school. A really nice kid that seemed kind of lost. Thursday morning, Tommy got to my house. He was exhausted. I found that he had hitchhiked from Boston and was on the road all night. I immediately told him that he could take a shower if he wanted and get a quick nap before I fixed dinner. He insisted that he would prepare dinner when he awakened. He seemed really upset. I guess the breakup with his girlfriend was pretty bad. I gave him the spare bedroom that had an adjoining bathroom. I told him that I would wake him in about 2 hours. Suddenly he lunged forward and gave me a big hug. He said he was grateful that I would take him in. He wasn't ready to face the rest of the family yet. I worked around the house for awhile and soon realized that he had been in bed for almost 3 hours. I went to the door and knocked, but there was no response. I went in the room and I could hear him gently snoring. I walked to the bed and touched his shoulder and called his name. He didn't answer for move. I shook him a little, but still no response. I sat on the side of the bed and rubbed his back and called his name. He began to moan and raised his head from the pillow. I told him it was time to get up and he asked if I would rub his back a little more. He was sore from all of the traveling. I began to talk with him and told him it was awfully dangerous hitchhiking. He told me that he got 2 rides. The second was with a guy that made a pass at him. He told him that he wasn't interested, but he really appreciated the ride. All the time I was rubbing his back. He lowered the covers and could see that he had no shorts on. He told me that he slept better in the nude. He asked me if I could rub the back of his legs, because they had cramped when he had done so much walking. Instead of pulling the blanket up his legs, he pushed down over his very round and hairy ass. I rubbed his legs. He kept directing me to go higher. I was getting uncomfortable and then he turned over to show me a very nice hard cock. I looked away, but he said "Could you help me out a bit". I told him that I considered him family and I thought it was wrong. He just moaned and said, "Please". I put my hand on the shaft and started stroking. It didn't take long for him to get in the "dance" and start moving his hips up and down. I looked into his eyes and he said, "Please, just put your mouth on it". I'm a sucker for a 22 year old who needs a blow job. I swooped down on his cock and he bucked forward. I looked up and he was smiling. I let his cock flop out on his belly and asked him, "I guess you know that this makes me?" He said, "What". I told him, now I'm your cocksucker. That turned him on even more. He knew what I wanted. He whispered, "Suck my dick, cocksucker". That really got me going. Everyone once in a while, I would stop to take a breath and he would force his dick back into my mouth. He was reaching the point of no return and he asked me if I wanted to watch him cum. I said, "No, shoot it in my mouth. Then I will spit it on your cock so you can see it". That did it. He filled my mouth with a huge load of paste. I must admit I swallowed a little, but the rest I let drip out of my mouth onto his cock and balls. He then watched me lap it up. We spent five days together and each day he got a little more adventuresome. By the last night, I had him strutting around in a jock strap tease me with his hard cock.