Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2016 18:50:36 +0100 From: Rick Brown Subject: My Nephew, Jaime Please post this story, if approved, under the name Trevor S. Thank you for your consideration. Please Note: This story of man-boy love is pure fiction and pure fantasy and does not in any way condone actual sexual relations between adults and minors. It is intended for entertainment purposes ONLY. *If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty please consider making a donation TODAY. The continued existence of this site relies entirely on the generosity of its readers.* This story is something I call Conscience Erotica. It attempts to place erotic connections between people in a larger societal context, where the one mirrors the other in a social, and sometimes disturbing, critique. Anything less in my estimation is simply too easy, too simple. Too...banal. I'll be the first to admit these stories are not for everyone. I was rubbing my cock against Jaime's sweet little ass. His dad had let him grow his brown hair out since their last visit and now Jaime, lying on his belly underneath me on the bed, with his pretty face in profile, could've passed for a girl. It did not take long before I was ready to cum. I'd been saving it up in anticipation of Jaime's visit and hadn't had an orgasm in something like two weeks. Maybe longer. Now I raised my upper body off of his, took hold of my cock and began stroking it. The force of my ejaculation made me feel like a teenager again, as my cum shot up Jaime's back all the way to his nape, and long hair's fringe. My second, only slightly less forceful shot landed between Jaime's shoulder blades before my load subsided and began pooling on the small of his back and dripping on his ass and down his crack. I was still oozing cum when I parted Jaime's pale cheeks with one hand and pushed my spermy head against the boy's hole, and in. My last throb, my final ejaculation was inside Jaime's body and I marveled at how less tight his hole was than on his last visit, some six months earlier. Entry had been quite shallow, true, but wide--the width of my still-swollen purplish-pink head, which I now pulled out. I stared down at Jaime's backside in a state of disbelief. My eyes blurred the spermy tableau. I felt like my head might explode. I was spent. I looked open-mouthed to my right--at Jaime's dad Gary who'd been standing off to the side of the bed stroking himself. Now he came forward as I backed away and, with a shout, let loose his own pent-up load on his son's back. Gary overshot his mark and some of his cum streaked past Jaime's passive left arm on the sheet. The rest, however, thickly commingled with mine between Jaime's bony shoulder blades and the top of his crack. "Jesus!" Gary said in conclusion, wiping saliva from his lower lip. "That was incredible!" I could not have agreed more. I came back from the bathroom with a warm-wet bath towel and began wiping our sperm off Jaime's backside and arm. Jaime continued to lie there passively, obediently, almost as if he were drugged, or asleep. His beautiful blue eyes were open, however. "You'll have to wash your hair," I said to him. I almost giggled: "I got sperm in it." Jaime, his right cheek to the sheet, gave a frictive nod. Meanwhile, his dad had wiped his cock off and was getting dressed. Gary would not be staying with us. He was merely the means of conveyance out to my lakeside cabin. The rest of the time I would have his ten-year old son all to myself--for a week of boating, fishing, hiking, cooking out on the grill and, of course, man-boy love. After his shower, and still naked, Jaime sat by the fireplace eating a bowl of quickly melting icecream. Vanilla with chocolate syrup and a sprinkle of chopped nuts, his favorite treat. The weather was turning and I planned to keep the fire raging at all times. That way the somewhat drafty cabin would remain nice and cozy and Jaime and I could go around naked, when inside, at all times. Outdoors was another story. As for the cabin's lone bedroom, with the lone bed we would share, there was a wall-heater to supplement the heat generated by the fireplace, if needed. I was naked as well, of course, after sex with Jaime, and stood facing Gary a few carpeted feet away from where his son sat. We clinked 16 oz. cans of light beer and smiled in a kind of tacit approval of one another. Gary was leaving but I'd offered him one for the road. He still seemed slightly out of breath from his very vocal orgasm. After he finished his beer Gary went over to his son, bent down and kissed the shiny but still-damp hair on the top of his head. Jaime had taken to combing his hair down in bangs to the tops of his eyebrows and he looked unbelievably cute. "You be good," his father instructed. "And do everything your uncle tells you to." Jaime was still eating his icecream and his response bordered on the sullen. The young boy was still a piece of clay to be molded but soon enough--perish the thought!--he would be a teenager. A post-pubescent pre-teen at any rate. "I will," Jaime replied. "And watch out for drones." Jaime looked up. "There are drones out here? In the woods?" "There are enemy drones everywhere," his father advised. "We're at war. Keep your eye out." "Don't worry, I'll keep him safe," I interjected, taking a step toward them. I could have punched my brother. This was supposed to be a fun week. Uncle and nephew. How dare he scare his little boy like that? "Give daddy a kiss." Jaime lifted his face again and father and son kissed each other tenderly on the mouth. I salivated. And practically tasted the syrupy icecream on Jaime's breath myself. Because I was naked I only walked Gary as far as cabin's vestibule--if you can call the bare dark-wood area between rug's edge and the front door a "vestibule." Gary spoke in a near-whisper: "No deep penetration, OK? His mother would kill me." "I won't," I assured him. But based on the surprisingly pliant hole I'd penetrated with my swollen glans just minutes before I couldn't help wondering: Is Gary saving this ultimate expression of a sexual relationship for himself? Dad's prerogative? At any rate I never had any intention of penetrating my nephew's tender rectum with anything more than half my grown man's cock. And then only if he professed it was painless, and seemed to be enjoying it. "Listen," I said, restraining my brother's departure by an arm. I too was speaking in a near-whisper. "I bought some things for Jaime to wear." "What kind of things?" I shrugged. "Girly things. Some panties and whatnot. I thought he would, you know, look really cute in them. Is it OK if I--" "You know, I can hear you guys," Jaime said from his fireside chair, icecream bowl empty. I looked around. "I was just asking your dad if--" "Listen, I gotta get going before it gets dark." It was an impatient Gary's turn to shrug. "I don't care how you dress him. It's up to you guys. Have fun. Bye son!" "Bye." Jaime sounded less than enthusiastic. And after the door closed behind his dad he said to me: "I hope a drone gets him." "Jaime, that's a terrible thing to say!" I scolded. "We're supposed to be alone all week and first he watches us play then he joins in?" "We are going to be alone all week, son. That was just his parting..." I decided at the last minute I didn't care for my choice of words. But Jaime filled in the blank: "Yeah, tell me about it! I'm sick of dad. He's a pain in my ass. I wish you were my dad. I want to live out here, with you." I couldn't help myself. As I took Jaime's empty bowl from him and carried it to the kitchen sink my breast swelled with pride. My nephew was going through one of those phases where he claimed to hate his own parents. His dad at least. He preferred me instead. He preferred my lifestyle. And apparently he preferred our man-boy relationship to whatever kind he had with his old man. He'd probably grown tired of that one and sought something novel, something new. Something renewed at any rate, after a long period of abeyance. My naked nephew had followed me to the kitchen, his precious little boy's penis bobbing as he walked. "More icecream?" I asked. "No thanks." "Good. It's too close to dinnertime anyway, it'll spoil your appetite. It'll be dark before you know it." "Are we cooking out on the grill?" Jaime asked hopefully. I'd come over and put my arm around my nephew. I squeezed the same cheek I'd pulled aside to bare his hole and penetrate him not a half hour earlier. "We sure can," I replied. "We can if you want. We'll have to put clothes back on but..." Jaime's head drooped in disappointment. "Can we cook inside then? Instead?" I gave his little ass another reassuring squeeze. "Listen. There's nothing better than a T-bone cooked on high heat in a castiron skillet and finished in a red wine sauce with garlic. Although I'll have to wear an apron for that part," I laughed. "Don't want to burn the vitals. That, a salad and a baked potato with sour cream and chives and..." Jaime was frowning. Although I sensed it was the disingenuous frown of someone who knows the answer before he asks the question. "What was that you and dad were talking about? Me dressing up like a...girl?" "Oh," I replied, sort of, visualizing my pretty little nephew in size 5 girl's lace microfiber panties. Pink ones. And with his pretty little mouth painted glossy red a few inches below those lovely brown bangs. "We'll get to that later, after lunch." "Dinner," Jaime corrected. I shook my head. Which had begun to spin. "Dinner, I mean. Listen..." After giving my nephew's hairless little balls a perfunctory fondle I headed back to the sink. The fridge, I mean. I needed another beer. The cabin was as warm as a hothouse. I was perspiring. I still couldn't believe my idiot brother had brought up the specter of enemy drone attacks. "Listen," I repeated. "It's not gonna be all fun and games this week. There's just the two of us here and there'll be some chores as well." "What kind of chores?" Jaime did not sound all that enthusiastic. "Well...first off, your dad made a mess on the bed in there." "What else is new?" "While I set the steaks out to thaw I want you to go in the bedroom and pull off all the sheets. That means the pillow cases too. And the towel I wiped you off with, which is in the shower stall. Then I'll show you how to load the washer and dryer," I pointed. The cabin's cramped kitchen included one of those apartment-sized, vertically stacked washer/dryer combos. "Then I'll show you where the linen closet is so you can make the bed again." "Mom always makes the bed for me," Jaime protested. "Well you're ten years old and it's time you learned." "Ten and a half." "Even moreso then." "If I'm going to do women's work can I put on the panties you bought for me first?" God this kid was observant. And prescient. And persuasive. He'd taken hold of my half-limp penis. He was stroking it, gently. He was smiling. He seemed eager. How could I deny him?