Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2017 17:49:01 -0400 From: Daniel1989a . Subject: My Nephew Stephen-Part 1 My Nephew Stephen-Part 1 This series of stories involves nudity and sex acts involving men and a teen aged male. If this offends you, don't read it. This series will be mainly about forced nudity, humiliation and the gradual progression of a teen male into becoming the exhibitionist that he was born to become. At times there will be women involved, but the series will be mainly gay. Please consider donating to the nifty archive, your donations keep the site going. I lived a lucky and privileged life, at 45 I had enough money for several lifetimes, I was healthy and fit from daily visits to my local gym and lived in a huge house. The only thing I missed was company, I had always had a hard time finding lovers, the main reason being I was a boy lover. I had many guys my own age and younger, but what I really lusted after was my nephew Stephen. We had been close his entire life, his father had never been in the picture, having left just after Stephen was born. My Sister did her best to raise him alone and she did a great job, but as he got older it was obvious to me that she was missing something, that as a Mother she just did not notice what a show off he was. from a very early age, he would often take off his clothes and either run around or just hang out naked, especially when I was around. My Sister never lectured him or made him feel strange for his nudity, fearing she would harm him. As he got a bit older, around ten she became concerned that he had almost no modesty at all, often walking into and around naked even when she had guests, both male and female. At this point, although Stephen and I were close, we had never really talked about his nudism. I had, of course, noticed it, but at such a young age when asked, I had told the truth, he was just being a boy. As Stephen continued to mature, my Sister became more concerned. If anything his nudism progressed instead of decreasing, to the point that at home he never wore clothes at all. I had not been there for a few years and was surprised to see him at 12, still not wearing clothes, no matter who was visiting. He had grown since my last visit, standing about 5'2" tall and very slim, no pubic hair growth, but his penis had grown. He had his Mothers blond hair and blue eyes and for the first time, I also noticed he must have spent time outside naked as he had an all over tan. The day after I arrived I was sitting on the sofa watching tv when he ran out, naked and flopped down beside me. His arms went around my neck as he said, "I'm so happy to see you, Uncle Nick." I told him how happy I was to see him as well, without touching him and saw a disappointed look on his face. He leaned against me as we watched television and for the first time minutes later when I looked at him, I saw his penis was erect. I quickly stood up and headed to the washroom, leaving him naked and alone. When I emerged he was gone and soon after my Sister came home from work. After small talk she again moved the conversation towards Stephen's nudity, obviously concerned I told her, "He's getting close to puberty, I'm sure he'll become more modest." The rest of my stay was uneventful, Stephen continued to be naked the entire time, but if he was aroused, I never saw it. The next three years I was very busy with a new computer business venture as well as a new lover, but when that relationship ended I found myself once again lonely. I had been in regular phone contact with both my sister and Stephen, noticing over the phone how his voice had deepened slightly. Every time we spoke he asked when I would visit and on the last call, I told him soon. My Sister and Stephen had moved to Key West and I was anxious to visit, needing a vacation. Several days later I arrived at their place and was shocked and surprised when Stephen answered the door, he had grown several inches now standing about 5'6", but more than that he was wearing clothes. His blonde hair was lighter and his tan darker, obviously from spending a lot of time in the sun and I saw he had grown from a little boy into a very cute teenager. His arms had the beginnings of muscle definition as did his legs and as he hugged me for the first time in my life, I wished he was naked. He was definitely hot now and as he turned to walk back inside I found my eye following the movement of his jeans covered butt. Not too long later he had to leave for his part time job, but before he left he again hugged me and told me how happy he was to see me. My Sister came back soon after and as we caught up I said, "Well Sis, it looks like Stephen is wearing clothes finally." She looked momentarily sad, then, "I hope I didn't push him too far, he now seems reluctant to even take his shirt off to go swimming." Her words shocked me, after my last visit it seemed almost impossible, but remembering myself at that age I said, "Give him time, he's just very aware of his body now." Her face got sadder as she told me, "I hope so, last time for his physical he wouldn't take his shirt off. My best friend is his Doctors nurse and she told me the Doctor had to pull his t-shirt out to get the stethoscope in to listen to his heart, and he flat out refused to take even his jeans off." I had to admit that was taking modesty to a new level, but instead of voicing my concerns I asked, "Do you want me to talk to him, Sis?" She cheered up right away, "I would really appreciate it." For the rest of the evening, I wondered how to approach Stephen without embarrassing him and decided asking him to go swimming with me would be easier. The next morning after his mother left and Stephen came into the kitchen I asked, "Hey, how about we go swimming this morning?" He looked excited for a moment then anxious as he nodded his head. After eating we walked down the beach and once at the swimming area I pulled off my shirt and dove in. I looked back and saw Stephen dive in after me, still wearing his shirt. After swimming for a while we both lay down on our towels, I leaned over and asked, "Do you always swim with your shirt on?" I saw his face redden, his mouth opened and then closed, obviously he was nervous and scared. I said, "Stephen, you can talk to me about anything." His face reddened more as tears formed in his eyes as he said, "I got so used to people telling me to put clothes on, that now I'm afraid to take them off." I thought back to his youth, everyone telling him to put clothes on, as he was the only one going naked. I told him, "That was a mistake, Stephen, you were expressing yourself at a very early age and people were not ready for it, but you're 15 now, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." I could see from his face that there was more to this than just taking his shirt off. His face was too red, his body too shaky, so I asked, "Stephen, whatever we talk about is just between us, I promise." A few tears fell from his eyes as he said, "I'm not embarrassed by my body, I'm nervous about....." I waited, but when he remained silent I probed, "Nervous about what?" His face reddened even more, then his mouth opened, "I'm nervous about how badly I want people to see and watch me naked." I stared at him, this beautiful 15-year-old boy and finally understood that he was an exhibitionist, but needed someone to help him along. I knew how difficult that was for a 15-year-old boy to say and told him, "You are very attractive Stephen, what are you so nervous about?" He told me, "I have no idea how to start or what to do. I can't just take my clothes off in front of anybody." I understood right away, he wanted to take his clothes off, probably had needed to for quite some time, but needed some encouragement. More people had crowded onto the beach as we had been talking, and as I looked around I noticed that a couple of women and more men were checking Stephen out. I decided to encourage him, "Do you trust me, Stephen?" He nodded enthusiastically, and I saw that he was totally unaware of just how hot he was, which made him even hotter. He needed to see other people appreciate his body. I told him, "Stephen, look around at the people closest to us, what are they looking at?" Stephen was by far the youngest person on the beach and as he scanned those nearest us I saw a few of them look away, but a few of the men did not, they looked right back at him. Finally, he answered, "Me?" I nodded and again asked, "Do you trust me?" This time he smiled as he nodded, looking happy for the first time since I arrived. I looked back at him and said, "Stand up, and very slowly pull your t-shirt off." He looked anxious and scared, but a moment later he slowly stood up and I saw that most of the eyes closest to us followed his every move. He was so nervous his legs were shaking as he quickly grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt. I calmed him by saying, "I said slowly Stephen, slowly." His hands slowed immediately, and I marveled at how easily he took direction as his t-shirt raised inch by inch, first over his shorts, then slowly revealing a very hot set of abs. Even though he was my nephew, when his abs came into view I felt my cock stir to life and from the looks around us, I knew the men were enjoying it too. The waistband of his shorts was hanging low and as his t-shirt raised more, I saw that he had not even developed a glory trail yet. As his t-shirt inched higher I again reminded him, "Slowly Stephen slowly." He slowed even more, again taking my directions easily his t-shirt now getting near to his nipples and I saw that like the rest, his torso was smooth and hair free. His t-shirt passed his nipples and I stared in awe at them and his defined chest muscles. I spoke up and told him, "Remember Stephen, make it seem to like no one is watching you." Stephen casually pulled his t-shirt the rest of the way up and then slowly let it drop to the ground, finally revealing his naked torso. I admired his chest and saw that he had also been working on his arms and shoulders. As his shirt hit the ground, the two men closest to us began clapping their hands, and when Stephen looked towards them they clapped even harder. He quickly dropped down onto his towel, face down, his embarrassment extreme until I said, "Stephen, don't be embarrassed, those men are clapping because they enjoyed watching you take your shirt off, you should be proud." When he did not respond or move I told him, "You obviously take care of yourself very well, your upper body is impressive for you age, you must work out a lot." FInally, his head raised and his eyes met mine, his face very red as he told me, "It's not my upper body I'm worried about right now." It took me a moment until I realized what he meant, he had an erection and did not want anyone to see. At that moment I knew he needed more encouragement. I casually asked him, "Stephen, did those men clapping and watching excite you?" It was a safe question, one that did not mention his cock, and when he nodded his head I knew that he was ready to be pushed a bit further. I told him, "Stephen, look around at the men closest to us, they are still staring at you, waiting for your next move. Watching you take your shirt off has excited them too." His head raised a tiny bit as he carefully scanned the men closest to us, a few of them smiling and waving as he did. Stephen lay his head back down facing me and after a minute asked, "Did it excite you too Uncle Nick?" That question threw me off my game, I was not expecting it, but he had trusted me so I nodded and said, "Very much Stephen, very much." His smile filled his face as he said, "It excited the hell out of me Uncle Nick." I did not want to push him too fast, but at the same time, I was only here for a visit, so I asked, "Excited enough to go a little further?" This time he nodded right away, but again looked anxious as I said, "Roll over onto your back for a full minute, and before you roll back over, run your hand over your chest." I was sure he would not do it, but then he very slowly rolled onto his back, his hands quickly covering up his crotch area. I stared at his body, admiring how his chest rose and lowered as he breathed, his defined abdomen, but most of all I wanted to see under his hands. The seconds ticked by and as they did I suggested, "Run your hand over your chest Stephen." He turned his head towards me as his left-hand slowly raised and idly ran over his chest, with just his right hand over his crotch I could make out part of his erection under his shorts and needed to see more. I knew that the men closest to us were staring and a few of them had actually moved closer as I dared Stephen, "Run both of your hand over your chest." Still staring at me he smiled wider and asked, "Is that an order Uncle Nick?" I stared back at him and said, "Do it now Stephen, for a full minute." There was a pause, his hands froze and I was sure I had gone too far but seconds later, his right hand gradually crept up to his chest. I followed it, but then stared at the front of his baggy shorts, thrilled to see that his erection was pushing against the material. His shorts were too baggy to see much, but it was obvious he had grown up down there too. I did not want to take my eyes off his bulge but glanced up to watch his hands roaming over his chest and noticed that one of the nearest men had come even closer and was now only feet away, watching every move Stephen made. I decided to test him, the minute was almost up but his last comment about whether my suggestion had been an order made me bolder, and I needed to see more. As his hands began to lower back to his crotch I said firmly, loud enough that the man who had approached heard, "Not yet Stephen, not yet." His hand paused, began to go closer to his crotch then moved back up to his chest. That he had obeyed me thrilled me to no end and I decided to push him further, for myself and the man who was now sitting almost right beside Stephen, close enough that if he tried, he could have touched him. It was clear the man had an erection and his eyes opened wide as I said, "Stephen, use your right hand and start gently pinching your nipples." Stephen had his eyes closed now and after a brief pause, his right hand did indeed start pinching his nipples. Urged on by this I said, "Slide your left hand down your body and into your shorts." His eyes opened for a split second and I was glad he was looking at me and did not notice the man who had inched even closer. His left hand still hovered around his chest, his right hand still alternating between his nipples. His breathing had increased and I saw that his erection was now tenting his shorts, his nipples now very erect so I pushed, "Slide your left hand down into your shorts, right now." Another brief pause and then his left hand slid down his body and under the waistband of his shorts. I had hoped he would begin stroking, but his left hand stayed still, now covering his erection. The man beside us was now as close to Stephen as possible without touching him as I said firmly, "Slide your left hand up and down your shaft." No pause this time, his left hand slid gently up and down his shaft under his shorts and as it did a low moan escaped his lips. His other hand slowly worked his nipples and the sight was almost too much for me and the man beside us as his hand slipped into his own shorts. "Stephen, pinch your nipples a bit harder." Right away his right hand obeyed and increased its attention to his nipples and I watched as they hardened more and saw that his breathing increased as his abdomen raised and lowered. I decided to go for broke and said firmly, "Stephen, stroke your shaft for real now." His left-hand increased speed under his shorts, his chest now heaving, his other hand working his nipples, an almost continuous moan coming from his mouth. I was about to shoot in my own shorts and I knew the man beside us was close too as I said, "Faster Stephen, faster." His left hand picked up speed and a few seconds later he groaned loud enough that a few men who had not been watching turned to look just as his hips raised up and from the spasms his body was making, I knew he was shooting his load into his shorts. His left hand kept stroking as his breathing again increased his other hand rubbing his nipples harder as his body spasmed, again and again, a wet spot now forming on the front of his shorts. His right hand slowed and stopped working his nipples as his left hand also slowed and then stopped. I saw that the man closest to us had a wet spot at the front of his shorts and a second later Stephen opened his eyes and smiled at me. A second later the man beside us began clapping his hands and I watched as Stephens head whipped around and noticed how close he was. Stephen began to pull away, but I said, "Relax Stephen, it's okay." Stephen kept his eyes on the man as the man ogled his naked torso, finally saying, "Damn kid, you're hot." I saw Stephens face redden and sensing his embarrassment the man stood and walked away. Once he was gone I asked, "That wasn't too bad was it Stephen?" He smiled at me and shook his head, then reached for his t-shirt. I softly pushed his hand away and said, "How about we both lay here and get some sun." I saw he really wanted to put it back on and that he needed encouragement, so I changed my tone, made it a bit more forceful and told him, "Leave it off Stephen, until I tell you to put it back on." He looked at me surprised, maybe a bit shocked, but then his face softened as he said, "Yes, Sir." I hope you have enjoyed this chapter. Comments and suggestions are what keeps me writing.