Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2014 19:23:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Nephew's Christmas Present

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		       My Nephew's Christmas Present

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The year my nephew turned 14, both he and I had the best Christmas ever!  I
think you'll enjoy hearing all about it... but... I get ahead of myself.
Before I can tell you what made our Christmas so special, I need to tell
you a little about myself, and about my nephew.

My name is Dave.  I'm an architect, and I live in New York City.  I'm also
gay.  My childhood wasn't anything out of the ordinary.  At least not for
the first eleven or twelve years.  Things changed for me though, shortly
after I hit puberty.  That's when I began to realize it was boys I was
interested in, rather than girls.

Like most boys, as I grew up, I had a normal, healthy curiosity about my
body - which suddenly became magnified as I started to mature, and I spent
a good amount of time involved in self exploration, which of course
involved simple fondling and caressing of myself, various forms of
masturbation, and a little anal exploration as well.

When puberty began, I was still unaware of my preferences, but was
overjoyed when I began producing semen, which my father had told me would
happen, and of course I had also heard about from other boys my age, and
older.  Naturally, this new development led to more self exploration, which
I found greatly relaxing and satisfying.

As I became more active with myself, naturally, my friends were going
through the same experiences.  And, like some boys will do, a few of them
wanted to talk about it!  It was then, when I heard some of them discussing
girls... specifically girls' tits and dripping cunts that they couldn't
wait to shove their cocks into, that I began to realize I was different
from them.  I realized I had no interest in girls breasts, and really
didn't relish the idea of sliding my hardon into a girl's hot, wet hole.
At the same time though, when I saw how hot the other boys were getting as
they discussed their desires, and noticed they had lumps in their pants, I
too quickly developed a lump of my own.  My lump though was caused by their
lumps, and visions that suddenly flashed through my brain of these other
boys, naked and hard... touching themselves, just like I touched myself,
and jerking off, just like I did.  When I began to realize that my thought
 patterns weren't the same as my friends', my life suddenly became more
stressful.  Was I 'Faggot' like they thought certain other boys were - the
boys who they thought liked boys instead of girls???

As it turned out, both happily in one way, and to my great distress in
another, it didn't take long for me to figure out that I was indeed
homosexual!

One particular friend of mine, as it turned out, was going through the same
agony I was!  I of course didn't realize this though, until one Saturday
night, when he invited me over for a sleepover.  Sleepovers weren't
anything new to us.  We'd been good friends since we were little, and often
slept at each other's houses as we grew up - always sharing each other's
beds, as both of us had double beds.  At this particular invitation,
anticipating our usual fun night, I happily accepted his offer.

Once his parents had gone to bed though, and we were in his room, with the
door closed, and had changed into our pajamas, I was surprised when he
broke out a Hustler magazine!  He said he'd found it sticking out of a
stack of magazines, heaped up by a garbage bin as he walked down the street
one day.  Having never seen such a magazine, I didn't give a rat's ass how
he came to have it, and eagerly grabbed it and began poring through it.
When I stopped at one particular photospread, which included a guy as well
as a girl, both of whom were posed to suggest they were having sex, Zach
told me that was his favorite article too.  I couldn't help grinning back
at him when I looked up and saw the broad smile on his face.  As my eyes
fell back to the magazine, out of my peripheral vision, I was suprised to
see a prominent tent in the front of his pajama bottoms.  It was then, I
suddenly realized, I too had a chubby, and quickly blushed!  Apparently
Zach
 was watching me as my face darkened, and had already noticed my own bulge,
as he started to snicker.  When I heard him snort, I quickly looked up and
saw he was looking right at my crotch.  He saw me look up, and blushed as
well though.

For a moment, we sat looking stupidly at one another, then he started to
smirk and said "I always get hard when I look at this magazine too!"

Not knowing what to say, I just smiled and nodded.

"Can you believe how big he is?" Zach asked then, and I looked up at him,
and saw that he was looking down at the picture of the guy as he laid fully
exposed, with his hardon in his hands, pointing it up toward the girl who
was apparently about to go down on him.

Smiling I just said, "I know."

"And look at this one of his ass!  I wonder if all guys get this hairy back
there?" he said, as he looked wonderingly at another picture of the same
guy.  This time he was on his hands and knees, with his ass toward the
camera.  He was leaning down and about to suck on the girl's tit.  As a
result, a good portion of the picture was of his wide open cheeks, in the
center of which, deep in his groove, was a cute tight pucker.  And, the
insides of the guy's ass cheeks had a good coating of dark hairs sprouting
out of them.  As I looked at Zach, I suddenly realized that like me, he
seemed more interested in the guy, than the girl.

Glancing down I saw the front of his pajama bottoms stir slightly.  My
penis surged then, and I felt my heart rate increase.

"I-I don't know," I said, responding to his curiosity over how much hair
guys got between their buttocks.

He told me then he'd seen some men naked before, but never hard.  He
wondered if all grown up guys got as big as the guy in the picture when
they got hard.  Again, I said I didn't know.  As you might expect, this
then led to Zach asking me how big my penis got when it got hard.  In
response, I asked him how big his got.  I was surprised when he smiled
shyly and stood up and slid his pajama pants down over his ass and let them
drop to the floor.  Then he pulled his shirt up and proudly showed off his
dick to me.  My cock surged again when I saw his boner.  It was about five
inches long, and the base of it was nestled in a small mound of curly brown
pubic hair.  Dangling behind it, in a smooth, hairless sack, were two nice
sized, eggs.  I thought his genitals were gorgeous, and wished I could just
reach out and touch them!

"So let's see your's," Zach said, surprising me a little then, as I sat
gawking at his privates.

For a moment I hesitated, but realizing he had already dropped his pants, I
grinned, stood up and dropped my PJ bottoms, and pulled up my shirt too,
and let him have a look at my equipment.  I couldn't help smiling when he
grinned with delight, and his penis stiffened and grew slightly larger for
a moment, before returning to its normal erect state.

Although he sounded a little depressed, he told me then he was impressed,
because I looked a little bigger than him.  Of course he wanted to compare
dicks then.  I asked if he had a ruler, and he said he didn't, but had an
easy way we could check.  He stepped out of his pajama bottoms then, and
over to me, and as we both looked down at our dicks, which were sticking
straight out toward each other, he boldly reached down and grabbed both at
once with his left hand.  I couldn't help gasping, as his warm, soft hand
lassoed my penis and pressed it together with his hot, hard, throbbing
cock.  He gasped too, aapparently equally as aroused by the sensation.  I
looked up then, and he did too.  It was then, we suddenly both saw
reflected in each other's expression, our mutual desire and arousal.  First
Zach smiled knowingly, then I did too.

I groaned a second later then, when he squeezed both our cocks together a
little more firmly.  We both looked down then, as he pushed his body
towards mine.  I felt the tip of my penis press against his pubic bone, as
it nestled in his bush.  The tip of his never pressed into me though,
although the tip of it was buried in my curly mound as well.

"Guess you are bigger," he said, sounding disappointed.

Smiling I reached down toward our dicks and said, "Let me try!"

Zach let go of our members, then I quickly wrapped my right hand around
both of them, and pressed them together.  As my hand encircled Zach's
hardon, he drew in his breath sharply.  Smiling, I pushed my hips forward,
but at the same time, pushed one hip forward a bit more, so the side of my
body his penis was closest too, was pushed forward a bit more than the
other side.  A second later I finally felt the head of his penis press up
against me.

"See?" I said, smiling as I looked up at him.  "You're really pretty much
the same size as me."

Zach looked up and smiled somewhat ruefully, and said, "Thanks, but I know
you're a little longer."

"Doesn't matter," I said, still holding both our cocks in my hand.  "We're
both still growing and will both probably get bigger down there yet too
anyway!"

"I hope so," Zach sighed.

He gasped then, as I gently squeezed us both a little, and added, "Damn! It
feels so different with you holding it, instead of me!"

"I know," I said.  "I felt the same way when you were holding 'em."

"Um... wanta let go of your's and let me grab it again then?" he asked,
both hopefully, and a little warily yet.

I couldn't help smiling.  Obviously he was enjoying my touch, as much as I
had enjoyed his!

As he smiled in return, I released both our cocks, but quickly wrapped my
hand around just his.  As he gasped happily again, he quickly grabbed mine
again, and I too gasped.

We both stepped back just a bit then and looked down.  Then, Zach began
squeezing and fondling me.  Quickly I began doin the same to him as well.
A few seconds later, Zach a bit more boldly, began to pump my cock, like he
was trying to milk me.  Smiling, I began to masturbate him as well.

Within seconds, we were both breathing heavily, and swallowing thick saliva
that had formed in our mouths, as our penises flexed and relaxed, and
flexed and relaxed, continually, in each other's hands, as we pulled back
and forth on each other.

Way too soon for either of us, Zach suddenly gasped and said he was going
to cum if we didn't stop.

"Me too," I said, as I'd begun to feel my orgasm building as well.

I dropped Zach's cock then, and looking a little disappointed, he too
reluctantly released mine.  For a moment, we stood looking at each other,
not knowing what to do.

Finally, Zach said, "That felt really nice.  A lot better than when I do
myself."

"Yeah," I agreed.

Zach had a funny look on his face, and he started blushing.

"Um..." he began. Then, after hesitating, he drew in his breath, and
looking even more aroused, he said, "I suppose we could finish each other
off.  ....  If you want to!"

My dick surged, and I couldn't stop the grin from spreading over my lips.
Without my having to say a word, Zach grinned and reached again for my
cock.  I grabbed his again then too.

I was surprised though when after just a few luxurious strokes of his hand,
he cried "Stop!"

"What?" I cried, shocked.

Chuckling, he said, "Sorry.  Didn't mean to scare you.  I just thought,
maybe we could lie down on the bed next to each other, instead of doing it
standing up, facing each other.  I mean... it might feel better, and,
there'd be less mess on the rug afterward!"

"OK," I said, chuckling.  He chuckled then too.

Quickly, Zach let go of me, and I let go of him.  I stepped out of my
pajama bottoms, and we both stepped over to the bed.  Quickly then Zach
pulled off his pajama top, and I yanked mine off too.  Then, Zach got on
the bed, and moved to the other side.  I got on the bed too.  Then, because
he was left-handed and I was right-handed, it worked out well, except that
our arms were crossed, when we reached over and grabbed one another.  As I
looked at Zach, he smiled and began jacking me off again.  I quickly
started in again too.

For a minute or two, we lay there jerking each other off.  As we did, all
you could hear in the room was some soft music that was playing on the
stereo, a little squeaking of the bed, and our heavy breathing.

As I began to feel my orgasm forming again, I noticed that Zach had sped
up, and was breathing faster and more deeply.  Smiling slightly, I sped up
a bit too.  Quietly we both continued beating each other off.

Not long afterward, I could tell that Zach was nearing his peak.  His body
was tenser, and had started to twitch somewhat spastically every so often.
His breathing was deeper, and he was pumping me even more swiftly, as I was
doing to him.  I realized then that I was in the same state he was in, and
was pumping him faster too.

Suddenly, as we both pumped away on each other, Zach gasped, and I was
surprised when I felt a slight lump move through his urethra beneath my
fingers, just before a glob of glistening cum shot from the end of his
cock, and landed in a blob on his chest.

Grinning, I continued pumping on Zach's cock, and even though he was
cumming, he continued pumping on mine!  About every second, Zach gasped or
grunted, and blew more spunk.  AS my own orgasm built, I continued working
on him, until he told me he was finished.  I let go of him then.  Quickly,
he sat up, and reached for my balls with his right hand, as he continued
pumping my dick even faster with his left hand.  It felt awesome when he
cupped my scrotum and began coddling my eggs.  The feeling of both his
hands working on me at the same time was too much for me, and a moment
later, I suddenly began to cum as well.

"Shit!" Zach gasped, when my first load shot so forcefully from my dick
that it landed in my hair!

Grinning, he wildly continued jacking me off, and rubbing my balls, which
had pulled up close to my body.  As he did, I blew load after load, until
I'd streaked and dotted my chest and belly with a copious amount of semen.

When I was finished, Zach grinned and said appreciatively, "I never saw so
much jizz from one cum!"

I couldn't help grinning, as I looked down at my mess.

"Usually," I said, as I reached for the glob in my hair and tried to pull
it out, "I don't shoot this much.  Must've been your expert touch!"

Zach chuckled, and I did too.

I was surprised though then when, as I was watching him, he automatically,
and obviously without thinking, held up his hand, which some of my semen
had dribbled onto, and licked my cum off his finger.

As I looked at him, a little shocked, he suddenly realized what he'd done
and began to blush profusely.  He looked so embarrassed, I thought he might
start to cry.

"It's OK," I said, smiling at him.  "I've tried my own too."

"Really?" Zach asked, suddenly seeming very relieved.

Still smiling, but blushing a bit too, I nodded.

I was surprised again then, when a minute later, after we'd retrieved our
dirty underwear and were both sitting wiping ourselves clean with it, he
got a strange look on his face, and asked if I'd ever had a blow job
before.  I told him I hadn't.

"Me either," He blurted, and suddenly seemed a little agitated. He
hesitated and looked carefully at me for a moment, then blushing deeper
again he suddenly blurted, "I don't suppose you'd wanta try sucking on each
other, so we can see how that feels???"

I was shocked, but not enough so that a moment later, my cock suddenly
lurched back to life, as I stared unbelievingly at Zach, whose face quickly
went beet red.

As my shock wore off, realizing he was afraid I was upset with him, I
smiled and in a voice, muffled by thick saliva that had again suddenly
formed in my mouth, I croaked, "Sure!"

Zach's eyes ballooned for a moment, but then he smiled in an odd way, and
the color began to drain from his face again.  Then, quickly, before I
could even consider the idea any further, or had even finished wiping
myself clean, he pushed me onto my back and leaned over and took my cock in
his mouth.

"Fuck!" I gasped, as his hot, wet mouth began sucking up and down my still
mostly soft cock.  Of course, within seconds I was fully hard again.

"How was that?" Zach asked, panting a little, when a few seconds later,
having sucked me rigid again, he suddenly pulled back off me.

"Fuck!" Was all I could gasp, as I looked incredulously at him.

"Is that good, or bad?" he asked, confused, and looking a little worried.

In answer, I just smiled, sat up and got up off the bed, then pushed him
over onto his back, then leaned over and sucked his hardon into my mouth.

"MMmmmmm..." Zach moaned, as I sucked on him for a few seconds, before
pulling off and asking, "that answer your question?"

Zach looked incredulously at me and grinned, and nodded.  Instantly, he sat
up and pulled me back onto the bed, and rolled me back over onto my back
again, and went back down on me again.  A moment later, I felt his hands
cupping my balls again as well.  This time, as I lay luxuriating as he
pleasured me, he didn't stop.  And, a minute or so later, as he seemed to
realize I was becoming more excited, he sped up a bit.

Finally, I gasped, "Zach!  I'm gonna shoot again!"

I figured he'd back off, but he didn't.  And it just kept on feeling better
and better as he continued sucking on my cock and gently rolling my balls
around in his hand.

"ZACH!" I rasped urgently again a couple seconds later, having begun
squirming, as as I tried my best to keep from cumming in his mouth.

Still Zach continued rapidly and luxuriously sliding his hot, wet, mouth
quickly up and down my rod.

A couple seconds later it was too late.  Even if he had been expecting a
last warning, I couldn't hold back any longer, and suddenly gasping loudly,
I blew a huge gush of jism forecfully into the back of Zach's throat!  As I
groaned happily, I couldn't believe Zach calmly just swallowed my load and
kept on sucking up and down on my dick.

For several seconds then, he continued pleasuring me, as I spasmed over and
over several more times, pumping more and more semen into his mouth.
Finally, when my orgasm had ended, he slowed down, then sucked up and down
a few more times, before he finally stopped.

"God Damn!" I gasped, when he finally pulled off me, and sat back smiling
at me, with sloppy wet lips.

All I could do was lay there grinning stupidly at him, breathing heavily,
as he grinned at me, and automatically reached for his own genitals and
began fondling them.

"Give me a minute," I said, panting a little.  "And I'll do you too!"

His grin expanded then, as he continued fiddling with his prick a little,
until I had finally recovered.

Eventually, about a minute later, I told Zach to lay back.  His smile
broadened, and he quickly fell backward into the pillows.  I got up and
rolled onto my knees, then got between his legs and leaned over him. Gently
then, I cupped his scrotum and I lowered my mouth over his throbbing cock,
the tip of which was already a little moist.  As I sucked his penis into my
mouth, I could taste a slight saltiness on my tongue as it washed over his
glans.  Slowly and sensually then, like he'd done for me, I sucked on and
fondled him, until within a couple minutes, he was writing under me, and
giving me a final warning, which I too ignored.  A moment later then, he
too had blown a huge load of slightly salty, gelatinous cum into my mouth,
which I too swallowed, as I continued servicing him, until he too had
finally finished. When he was done and I backed off him, he wore the same
incredulous, but deliriously happy expression I expect I had had on my face
a
 few minutes earlier as well.

Naturally, we spent the rest of the night then, repeatedly sucking each
other off.  After the next round, Zach suggested we try sucking each other
together in a '69', which he had pictures of in the back of the hustler
magazine.  We found that worked nicely as well.

Of course, from that night forward, and all the way through high school,
Zach and I got together regularly - daily when possible - at one or the
other's house, and spent as much time as possible pleasuring each other.

Eventually, we experimented with ass fucking too.  We weren't too
successful at first, as we didn't take our time, and, although we used
liberal amounts of lubricant, we tried to enter each other too fast,
without taking adequate time to prep each other.  As both of us enjoyed
anal play though, we perservered, and once we figured out that we needed to
spend more time playing with each other's holes first, and especially once
we'd found out about rimmming and tried it out and perfected our technique,
we ended up both thoroughly enjoying copulation, and the preparatory work
as well.  Generally Zach preferred to 'bottom' more than 'top', and
although I enjoyed his ministrations to my ass with his fingers and mouth,
I seemed to prefer being the 'top', more than the 'bottom', so it worked
out well for us.  Although, at times we did switch for a little variety.
As we both loved being rimmed, we quickly learned to make sure we were very
clean for each
 other, and regularly enjoyed eating each other's boy pussies.

Sadly, when high school ended, we both ended up going off to different
colleges that were too far away from each other for us to continue getting
together. Fortunately for us though, while we did care for each other, and
were best friends, and had awesome sex together all the time, we oddly had
never become romantically in love with each other.  We did try kissing a
couple of times, because we were both curious about how to do it, and what
it was like.  The first time seemed awkward, and didn't seem to do too much
for us.  We had been standing though.  The second time, we were laying on
my bed.  I was on top of Zach, and that time, as we kissed and ground our
pelvises together, we did both get hard... although I think it had more to
do with our pelvic grinding, rather than our lip and tongue action.
Neither of us was very impressed with kissing, so we never kissed
again... although our sexual activities continued with great alacrity of
course.

So, sadly, after several years of regular, and very satisfying sex, on top
of heading off to school on my own, I was also left on my own, with only my
right hand to keep me company!  While most kids who were heading off to
college were excited about starting a new life, I wasn't.  I was lonely, a
little scared, and very frustrated.

Fortunately, that only lasted about a week!  Not long after arriving at
college, I met another freshman, who lived down the hall from me, who I
could tell was also gay.  He was cute as Hell, and apparently just as
lonely as I was!  After having looked each other up and down a few times in
the hallway, we ran into each other in the showers late one night.  We were
both quietly going about our business, but happened to nearly walk right
into each other when we were both wearing only towels wrapped around our
waists.  Making matters worse, or better, depending on how you looked at
it, it was obvious we were both sporting serious wood under our towels too.
Scott had just finished showering, and was exiting a shower stall, that I
was trying to enter.  At first we both were embarrassed as of course, our
eyes fell immediately upon each other's lumps.  But within seconds, as I
realized he was as aroused at seeing my tenting towel, as I was at seeing
 his, I couldn't help grinning as I looked up at his face.  When he saw me
smiling at him, he relaxed visibly, and smiled slightly himself.  As I
looked at him, a look of utter arousal washed over his face.  I realized we
were alone in the bathroom, and being that it was so late, I doubted we'd
be disturbed, or even discovered if we were quiet.  So, being I was so
horny, I pretended to accidentally drop one end of my towel I was
clutching, as I held it together wrapped around me.  It dropped, and
swirled behind me, leaving me fully exposed up front.  For a moment, as I
looked at his suddenly bewildered expression, I wondered if I had been
correct in my assumption that he was gay.  But then Scott's eyes dropped
too.  He let out a tiny gasp, and stared with big eyes for a moment at my
equipment.  When he looked back up at me, he blushed deeply, but at the
same time, I could tell he was very aroused.  Our eyes met for a moment,
then he purposely
 pulled his towel off.  As we both looked down, I saw he was very well
endowed for a smaller-framed boy.  I so wanted to reach for his cock, but I
didn't.  Instead, smiling a little, I blatantly grasped my own dick and
gave it a couple strokes.  A small smile appeared on his lips finally, and
he reached for his own cock and did the same.  When we looked back up at
each other, I motioned for him to turn back around and go back into the
shower stall he was just leaving.  As his nostrils flared, he instantly
spun around and walked back into the shower stall.  I followed him, and
closed and latched the door.  Before Scott could turn fully around to face
me, I surprised him when without a word, I spun him back around, and pushed
him gently against the wall.  As he craned to look behind himself at me, I
quickly squatted down and placed one hand on each of his buttocks, then
spread his ass cheeks wide open, leaned forward, and went to work on his
 freshly washed, tight, boy pussy with my mouth!  As my tongue touched
Scott's pucker, he gasped with surprise and delight.  For several seconds,
as I lapped away at his rose bud, he just stood there, his feet spread
apart, and his ass pushed back, while his chest and the side of his face
were plastered up against the tile wall.  His respiratory rate was fast and
deep, and he let out tiny gasps of pleasure every so often, usually each
time I felt his sphincter clench, as my tongue washed over his anus.  After
a minute or two, as my tongue finally pierced his anus, and entered his
rectum he groaned with ecstasy, and clutched at the wall for support.
After a minute or so of tongue-fucking the boy, I stood up.  Then as Scott
craned to look behind him and see what I was doing, I quickly reached for
my bag with my shower supplies in it, reached in and pulled out a bottle of
lube, which I'd planned to use to masturbate with.  As Scott grinned and
his
 nostrils flared, I quickly poured some into my hand, and rubbed it around
the head of my cock, then around the shaft.  Once my cock was glistening, I
set the bottle down, then I pressed my slick glans up against Scott's
somewhat loose opening.  Hungrily, he pushed backward, as I pushed forward,
and a second later, as my hard tool slid up into his love canal, he groaned
loudly and passionately again.  Gently then, but firmly, I started to slide
in and out of Scott.  I fucked him slowly for a while, then as we both
became more and more excited, I sped up, until in the end we were fucking
like a pair of rabid animals, until suddenly, nearly in unison, we both
began exploding over and over, very rapidly, as I filled his intestines
with my hot cum, and he sprayed his all over the shower wall in front of
him.  When it was over for both of us, I pushed all the way back into him,
and wrapped my arms around him.  As I held him, we stood there silently,
 both nearly ready to collapse, as our knees felt like jelly.  I held him
up from behind, while he used the wall to support both of us from in front.
When we'd both pretty much recovered, my penis had shrunk back down enough
so it slid out of him as his kegels flexed.  I stepped back then and he
turned around.  Neither of us had spoken a word to each other yet at that
point.  And still, neither of us spoke.  We just looked into each other's
eyes.  In Scott's eyes I saw gratitude, contentment, a little relief, and a
little remaining sexual hunger.  Although I'd never really enjoyed kissing
Zach, something inside me made me want to kiss Scott.  I smiled, and he
smiled in return, then I leaned forward and bent my head down to kiss him.
Eagerly, he met my embrace, and we wrapped our hands around each other, and
kissed passionately for a couple of minutes. Eventually, I needed some air,
so I pulled back.  He released me as well, and we stood
 looking at one another, wonderingly.  Finally, I smiled and said, "Hi, I'm
Dave!"  Chuckling a little, he smiled and said "Hi, I'm Scott!"  And,
that's how the best school year of my life began. From that moment on,
Scott and I spent as much of our free time together as possible.

Fortunately for us, Scott's roommate, who was a jock, turned out to be a
homophobe, and right from the start, he could tell that Scott was gay.  He
also happened to be friends with my roommate, who was also a jock.  Both of
them were on the football team together too.  My roommate didn't suspect I
was gay, and we got along OK, until Scott's roommate pointed out to him
that Scott and I suddenly had become very friendly.  He also told my
roommate that he was certain Scott was gay.  Instantly I noticed that my
relationship with my roommate chilled a little.  A few days later the two
of them came to Scott and me and suggested, we swap roommates, because they
were friends and wanted to be together, and it seemed to them we might feel
the same way too.  Scott and I looked at each other, and gave each other
the slightest of smiles and nods.  I looked at them and told them that
would be fine with us, that I'd move down to Scott's room, and his roommate
 could move down to mine.  We went to the administration and filled out the
paperwork, and later that day, we switched.  After that, whenever we
weren't in classes, both Scott and I holed up together in our room, and our
semen flowed!  I never had so much sex each day in my life!  It was
awesome.  I thought I was horny as Hell, but as it turned out, Scott was
just as bad.  He couldn't get enough of my cock, and I couldn't get enough
of his ass!  We were a perfect match for one another!

In addition to being so physically drawn to Scott, it was more than just
sexual desire for me.  I felt differently about Scott than I had about
Zach, or anyone else for that matter. And apparently Scott had similar
feelings for me.  Whenever I just thought about him, my heart raced.  And,
unlike it was with Zach, I was surprised to find I wanted very much to kiss
Scott, and we did kiss - a lot.  Scott was obviously my first real love!

Scott's and my beautiful relationship lasted for our entire freshman year
at school.  And, because I was in love with him, and had no reason to
believe it was going to end, it was the catalyst to my finally coming out
to my parents.  Similar to my older sister's reaction a year earlier, when
I'd come out to her, my mother just smiled and told me she'd figured it out
long ago.  She told me it made no difference, and that she loved me just
the same.  My father told me he loved me, and always would, no matter what,
but asked that I please not flaunt my sexuality in his presence.  While I
was relieved and thankful he hadn't turned on me completely, his request
that I hide part of who I am, stung me a little.  Never-the-less, I honored
it, and never talked about my relationships, hopes, or dreams in his
presence.

Tragically, at the very end of our freshman year, Scott came to me, and
broke down in tears and told me he that because of some things that had
happened at home - his parents had suddenly divorced, and money was
suddenly tight as well, he wasn't going to be able to return to school the
next fall.  In fact he was moving a good distance further away as well!
Abruptly, and much to my great dismay, and Scott's too, our relationship
ended.  To say I was devastated, is an understatement!  The only nice thing
that came from our breakup was that when I got home and told my mother what
had happened, she must've told my father.  A while later, he came to my
room and gave me a hug and told me he was sorry I'd lost my boyfriend.  I
couldn't believe it, and burst into tears.  I couldn't believe it again
when he just took me in his arms and held me, until I'd cried myself out.
When I'd calmed down, he asked if I wanted to talk about it.  I knew he
didn't
 really want to, and I really didn't want to either, so he left.  From then
on though, although I still didn't ever bring up my relationships in his
presence, at least I was more content with my father's seeming acceptance
of my lifestyle.

After Scott left, my life progressed rather normally for a gay college guy.
During my relationship with Scott, several students and staff on campus had
come to realize I was gay, so I stopped trying to hide it, and began living
as an openly gay young man.  Although there were a few people who gave me
snide looks, I was never really hassled.  I was very fortunate that most of
my peers seemed to accept me for who I was.  My studies went well, and I
did enter a few relationships, all of which were rather short-lived.  I
also had some one-time encounters with other gay guys on campus.  I even
made it once with a straight guy who told me he was curious about gay sex,
and wondered if I'd be willing to help him experiment a little.  At first I
was dubious, but he seemed sincere, so I agreed.  He came to my room, and
we got naked.  I was surprised when he didn't start out trying to get me to
suck on him, as I figured he was just looking for a blow job
 and would leave right after he got off.  Instead though, as soon as our
clothes were off, he surprised me and sank to his knees, looked me over
carefully, then tentatively opened his mouth and lowered it over my
semi-erect cock and began sucking on me!  After a few strokes, I had to
stop him and explain that he shouldn't rake me with his teeth.  He said
"OH... OK", and started in again, only this time, being careful with his
teeth.  He sucked away on me then, until he began to taste my prepcum.  He
stopped then, saying he was sorry, but although my pre-cum tasted nice, he
couldn't stomach the thought of a mouthful of actual cum.  I smiled and
told him it was OK.  I went down on him then, and sucked him to completion,
which he thoroughly enjoyed, and so did I.  I hadn't sucked on anyone in a
while and his jizz tasted great!  When he'd finished and I backed off, I
fully expected him to get dressed and leave, but he surprised me by going
down on
 me again.  Then, when he again tasted my pre-cum, he stopped, but quickly
switched over to jerking me off.  As he pumped me, he cupped my balls and
played with them as well.  He didn't stop until finally, I blew a huge load
of jism all over myself.  He smiled when it was over, and finally got up
then and started to get dressed, while I started to clean myself off.  When
we were both dressed, he thanked me, then blushing, gave me a half-hug, and
left.  Although we saw each other on campus often enough after that, and he
nodded or said Hello to me, he never asked me to be with him again.  I
guess his curiosity must've been satisfied.

As the levels of my classes went up, my studies became more intense, and I
was surprised by how fast time flew by.  Before I knew it, four years was
gone.  After I'd completed my bachelor's degree, I decided to continue on
and get my master's degree right away.  Then, once I had that under my belt
too, I started to look for work.  Fortunately, I landed a position as a
junior architect in a small, but successful firm in New York City, and
that's where I've been working ever since.  Of course, over time, I rose in
the ranks, and currently am one of the principals and a lead architect in
the company!

                       * * *

Now, while I was going through college, my sister Carol, who's a few years
older than me, had already finished college and was working as a nurse at a
hospital.  During my junior year of college, she met and married a guy
named Bud, who I thought was a nice guy.  He knew I was gay, and seemed to
accept it well enough, telling me he had an aunt who was a lesbian, and he
had no problems with gays.  A year after Carol and Bud were married, they
had their first child, a beautiful little girl named Lisa.  As I was away
at college, and was very busy with school, I didn't have much of a chance
to get too involved with Carol, Bud, and Lisa's lives.  Once I landed my
permanent teaching job though, as my sister was again pregnant, and our
parents had begun having health issues, and Bud was often on the road for
work, I began making trips home more often.  So as not to add any strain to
my parents' lives, and to help Carol out when Bud was away, Carol and Bud
 begged me to stay at their house whenever I was up, so I did. Happily,
this brought us all a little closer together.  At the same time, I wasn't a
burden on my parents by crashing with them.  Although I did go over to
their place a lot during the day, and took care of things that they
couldn't do anymore.  It was a big help to Carol, and gave her a much
needed break now and then.  It was also rather thrilling for me to share in
Carol's pregnancy as it progressed.

It was during this time that one of the most extraordinary things that ever
happened in my life, occurred.  Bud was off traveling for work, and wasn't
due to return home for several days.  The timing was perfect, as I'd taken
off a week from work to spend at home.  So, as soon as I was finished for
the day, I drove home to spend the week with Carol and Lisa.  It was a cold
February afternoon, and as I neared home, it began snowing lightly.

"Thank God you're here!" Carol cried as I walked in the door upon arriving
at her house.  "Grab Lisa and our bags, the baby's coming!  You have to
take me to the hospital!  And we're dropping Lisa at Mom and Dad's on the
way."

Instantly my eyes flew open, and my heart began to race.  As I stood there
staring dumbfounded at her, she hollered at me to hurry up and get moving.
Quickly, I grabbed Lisa's and Carol's bags, as she'd told me to, while she
bundled Lisa up.

"Everything's all set here, let's go!" Carol commanded.  "You'll need the
babyseat from the back of my car for Lisa though.  Leave her here and go
get it and put it in your car."

Quickly I moved the baby seat to my car, and then went and got Carol and
Lisa.  We dropped Lisa and an overnight bag for her off at our parents'
house, then I drove Carol to the hospital.  I was mightily relieved when we
finally got there, and the baby hadn't arrived early in the car, as I was
driving!  I was shocked though when after getting Carol admitted, and into
a labor room that everyone, especially my sister, insisted that I stay, as
a replacement birthing coach, as Bud wasn't there, and wouldn't be coming!
Daunted, I took off my jacket, and nervously settled in for the long haul.

Fortunately Carol's labor went well, although it was quite an eye-opening
experience for me.  In the end though, several hours later, I was present
for, and even participated in - they asked me to cut the umbilical cord -
the birth of my nephew Adam!  And the crowning glory, for me at least, was
when after one of the nurses had washed off, weighed and looked little Adam
over, then swaddled him, because my sister was still being worked on, they
placed little Adam in my arms.  Other than the doctor and nurse, I was the
first person to hold my nephew!  Although I'd held Lisa quite a bit as a
baby, Adam was a newborn, and I was nervous.  Especially since he was
bawling as they handed him to me.  The moment they put him in my arms
though, and I wrapped my arms firmly and protectively around him and looked
down into his face, he looked up at me, stopped crying, and smiled
slightly.  Then, apparently finally feeling safe and secure, he contentedly
went
 right to sleep!  At that moment, my heart melted, and Adam became the
apple of my eye, which he has remained to this day.

A while later, after they let Carol hold Adam a while, and feed him, they
took him to the nursery for the night.  I went back to the house to catch a
nap and take a shower, but went right back to the hospital the next
morning, and spent the entire next day at the hospital with Carol and Adam,
who they let stay in Carol's room with us all day.  Most of the time he was
there, I held him, as he slept peacefully.  The next day, they were
released and I brought them home.

Of course it should've been Bud who was home with his family afterward,
but, because he was in Asia, and was the only one who could participate in
the business deal he was involved in, he couldn't come home til the end of
the following week, and over the phone, he begged me to please take over
his duties, which I was happy to do.  Fortunately, as I said, I was already
planning on spending the week anyway.  So, when he if I'd stay til he got
home, I told him that'd be fine.  My mother said she would've moved in for
a few days, but was glad I was there so she didn't have to, as she thought
it would be better if she stayed home with my father.  Since they took care
of her all the time anyway, the two of them offered to keep Lisa at their
house with them though, until Bud came home, so Carol and Adam could rest.
She told me I'd be able to handle whatever they might need, and that she
and Dad and Lisa would drop in each day, which they did.  So, for
 the next several days, it was just me, Carol, and Adam.  During that time,
as Carol was exhausted, she slept and rested much of the time.  Being he
was a newborn, Adam slept much of the time as well.  Never-the-less, I kept
him by my side the whole time, in his cradle, and whenever he needed
something, I'd either change his diaper, or bring him to Carol to be fed,
or if Carol was asleep, I warmed up and gave him a bottle of her milk,
which she'd expressed and put in the refrigerator.  During that time, if
Adam was awake, he'd usually fuss til I picked him up and held him and
nuzzled him.  They say babies don't really smile for a while in the
beginning.  I was amazed though that Adam seemed to smile at me every time
I picked him up!  That week, my nephew and I formed an unbreakable bond.
And by the time it was time for me to go home, I was heartbroken that I
wouldn't be seeing him for a while.  Bud grinned when I said that, and he
told me to
 come up as often as I wanted.  I took him up on that, and began visiting
every three to four weeks.  And, a couple months later, I was thrilled when
Carol and Bud asked me to be Adam's Godfather as well.

Through the years, as Adam grew, I saw in him, a miniature me.  Right from
his toddler days, and all through his childhood, I could see that not only
did he look somewhat physically like me, but he seemed to have all the same
likes and dislikes I had as well - from foods, to favorite activities.  And
he even seemed to mimic certain of my physical movements and habits as
well.

As a little boy, Adam was absolutely adorable.  He was of average height,
but slender.  He had smooth, light, unblemished skin, luxurious dark hair,
and intensely blue eyes, with long thick eyelashes, and thick eyebrows.
His face was handsome, and his teeth grew in straight, and were very white.
He was a smart boy, who loved to make people laugh, and to have fun!

During his childhood, Adam didn't want for anything... except one thing in
particular - a father to adore him.  Although Bud loved Adam, oddly, he and
Adam never seemed to bond with each other, at least not like Bud and Lisa
had bonded!  At first I thought it might be because Bud hadn't been present
for Adam's birth, or during the first week of his life.  As Adam grew
though, I began to see that it seemed to have to do with the fact that Adam
and Bud had nothing whatsoever in common - they had no common likes.  While
just this shouldn't have stopped them from having a good father-son
relationship, the situation was exacerbated because although Adam and Bud
didn't like any of the same things, Lisa and Bud did!  Lisa was a little
tom boy, who loved all sports.  And Bud loved sports too.  As soon as Lisa
was old enough to start playing pitch and catch, or kick ball, or basket
ball, Bud spent all his time with her, teaching her to be proficient in
 whatever sport they were working on.  While there's nothing wrong with
that, and Lisa in particular loved the attention, as well as the
activities, it left no time for Bud to spend with Adam, who it appeared
didn't care in the least about sports.  He was more into arts and crafts,
helping to bake cookies, and things that many would consider to be things
girls should like.  Fortunately for Adam, he didn't seem to care so much
that he and his father weren't close. The reason he didn't, I finally came
to realize, was because he had me.  Somewhat like Bud's relationship with
Adam, I had never grown too close to Lisa, although I loved her very much.
On the other hand, also like Bud and Lisa had done, Adam and I had formed a
strong and loving bond.  So, I usually spent most of my time at home, with
Adam, doing whatever it was he felt like doing.  A couple of times Carol
told me it was remarkable how close the two of us were, and that Adam never
seemed
 happier than when I was visiting.  She said he always anxiously counted
the days until my visits.  And, as soon as I arrived, we all noticed that
he'd plant himself by my side, as if we were glued together.  Because I
loved him so much, that was fine with me.  Nobody else seemed to mind
either.  In fact, I got the idea, Bud felt a little relieved that Adam was
busy, so he could spend more time with Lisa, without feeling guilty about
it, and Carol was happy that Adam had me as a best friend and male role
model.  So, most of the time during my visits home, I spent playing and
hanging out with Adam!

As time went by, and the kids grew older, the gap between Adam and his
father became more noticeable.  Lisa developed into quite the athlete, much
to Bud's delight, and he happily spent all of his free time with her, going
to her games, and practices, while Adam, who had no interest in sports,
stayed home.  It wasn't as if Adam hadn't tried though to forge a bond with
his father.  Even though he really didn't want to, he'd actually gone with
his father a couple of times, and tried to take up baseball and soccer, but
after hardly having just begun, when his father made a couple of negative
comments, and compared him with Lisa, Adam felt completely inadequate, and
any spark he'd felt to embrace sports was promptly extinguished.  And so, a
pattern began.  Usually both days on the weekend and one or two evenings a
week, Bud took Lisa off to some sporting event, without even asking Adam if
he wanted to go along to watch, and the distance between father
 and son grew wider.

As the distance between Bud and Adam became more and more noticeable, Carol
became annoyed with Bud and tried to talk to him about it.  Bud somewhat
reluctantly appeared to make a little more effort with Adam, but again, Bud
couldn't help comparing Adam with Lisa.  And, at the same time, it was
greatly apparent that neither father nor son could find anything that both
of them enjoyed that they could do together, and in the end, neither knew
what to do with the other.  Eventually, Bud reverted to spending all his
time with Lisa again, and poor Adam, was left on his own, at home.  As I
noticed the situation worsening, I tried to increase my visits home, much
to Adam's delight.  And because I was willing to indulge Adam's every wish
and desire, whether what he wanted to do was something I was interested in
or not, it brought Adam and I even closer together. As a result, as he grew
older, whenever Adam had a problem, or questions about something, he
 would wait for me to arrive, to discuss them with me, rather than seeking
out his father.  I was more than happy to help the boy, and again, Bud was
happy enough to let me take over his duties with his son, so although it
wasn't the most desireable situation, everything worked out well enough.

Because Bud and Carol had only three bedrooms, and both kids had double
beds, ever since Adam was moved into his double bed, whenever I visited, as
long as neither of us was sick, I would bunk in with him, much to his
delight.  He loved our "sleepovers"!  I enjoyed them quite a bit myself,
and they created the perfect opportunity and atmosphere for us to discuss
anything Adam needed to talk about.  This added level of intimacy most
definitely contributed to how deep our relationship became as the years
went by.  When Adam was little, when it was his bed time, I would take him
up to bed and stretch out on the bed next to him and tell him stories,
until he fell asleep.  Then, I'd go join the others for a while.  Later,
when Carol and Bud went to bed, I'd go crawl in next to Adam.  In the
morning, I'd always find him happily snuggled up to me.  Most often, I'd
feel his little hardon pressing into my thigh as well.  Later, as he grew
older, and
 stayed up later, he often stayed up a bit later than usual when I was
there, as long as he didn't have school the next day.  Then, we'd go up to
bed together.  Usually, he would snuggle up to me right away then, before
we went to sleep.  It was during those evenings and mornings, when we were
in bed together, that we usually had our heart to heart talks, and Adam
would tell me his problems, or ask me questions he had about various
things.

Being a smart and inquistive boy, Adam was always curious about everything.
And as you might expect, like me when I was his age, he had a very healthy
curiosity about his body.  In particular about how it was developing as he
grew older.  And, of course, once he got an inkle about it, he was very
curious about sex as well!  Of course, he came to me with his questions
about all of that.  And too, on more than one occasion when I woke up in
the morning, I felt his small hand carefully touching me in various
"private" places.  Like all boys, Adam was curious about my nipples, the
hair in my armpits, my ass, and of course most importantly, my genitals.
Remembering how I'd felt at his age, I decided to quietly pretend to sleep
on and let him check me out until he was satisfied, and withdrew his hand,
rather than stopping his exploration, and possibly embarrassing him.
Usually his exploration didn't last too long.  However, when he took my
penis
 in his hand, and I felt it beginning to expand, which rarely took long at
all, I usually pretended to start waking up, and he'd quickly rip his hand
away from me.  When I'd open my eyes, he was usually flushed and looked a
little worried.  When he saw that I hadn't realized what he was up to, he'd
relax, and start talking... usually about men's bodies!

At no time as he grew up, did I ever try to hide my body from Adam.  I
didn't want him to think there was any reason to be embarrassed about his
own body, so I thought I needed to set a good example.  It wouldn't have
worked if I tried to hide myself though anyway, as he often saw me
completely naked, as I was changing.  And too, because we were so close to
one another, he thought nothing of barging in on me when I was in the
bathroom, no matter what it was I was doing.  Oddly, he didn't do this with
anyone else in the family - just me.  As a result of all this, he had no
problems with me seeing him naked, or with using the toilet in front of me.
And too, when he was a little boy and was old enough to learn to use the
shower, instead of always taking baths, he announced to his mother that he
wanted me to teach him how to shower, instead of her!  Carol couldn't help
smirking as she looked questioningly at me.  Naturally I said I'd be happy
to
 help out.  Since we were so used to getting naked in front of one another,
I just had him get into the shower with me a couple times, and gave him
lessons on washing in the shower.  He seemed to be very happy with my
method. I noticed though that he took the opportunity to take a good, very
up-close, look at my cock and balls.  One time, when he saw me watching him
as he looked me over, he matter-of-factly said he couldn't believe how big
my "wiener and nuts" were.  I chuckled and told him his would get bigger
too.  As he smiled up at me, I noticed his hand was in his crotch, and when
he pulled it away, he of course, had a boner.  I was a little surprised
when suddenly, he shyly he asked if he could feel my wiener.  I told him
that normally people didn't ask that of each other, nor did they go around
feeling each other's private body parts, but I also told him that it was OK
that he'd asked me, because we were so close.  Before I could say
 anything else, he took that to be my agreement he could check me out, and
grinning, he quickly grabbed my cock.  I was surprised, but decided to just
let it go, and let him satisfy his curiosity, so for a minute, he gently
felt, squeezed, and pulled on my cock.  His little hand fondling me caused
me to partially bone up then of course, so after a while, I had to stop
him, before I ended up poking him in the eye with it!  Of course, seeing my
penis becoming engorged, caused a few questions about hardons, which I
fielded as matter-of-factly as I could, giving him basic information about
how and why a guy's penis stiffened on occasion.  He shared with me then
that his got stiff quite often, which, as I said earlier, I'd noticed
rather often while sharing his bed, so I knew he was telling the truth!  I
told him simply that was a normal thing.  He said it felt good when he
fiddled with it when it was hard too.  I told him that was normal as well,
and
 he was happy to hear that.  I did mention though that while it was OK for
him to have fun with his penis, it wasn't polite to play with it when other
people were around... that he should only do it when he was alone.  His
comment on that was a simple "Oh."  I never really noticed him groping
himself anytime after that though, unless I came upon him somewhere when he
thought he was alone.  Usually then he'd rip his hand away and blush.  I'd
just smile and wink at him, then start talking about something else, and
that was that.

The other thing I never hid from Adam, was the fact I'm gay.  As I hadn't
been in any long-term serious relationships during his early years though -
my sexuality never was discussed.  In fact, we never talked about it until
he was nine years old.  It came up after some boys bullied him in school
toward the end of fourth grade.  Naturally, part of the bullying included
the boys who were harrassing him calling him a fag, and saying he was gay.
At that point, Adam knew about sex, but only as much as it was necessary
for him to know that it was how babies were made.  Otherwise, he didn't
know much about sex.  When he told his parents about being bullied, Carol
of course immediately called the school and made an appointment with the
principal.  Bud on the other hand somewhat dismissively advised Adam to
punch the bullies in the face.  Adam told him that would be wrong, so he
couldn't.  He then asked Bud what a fag was, and what being gay meant.
 A little uncomfortably, Bud tried to explain, and Adam got the general
idea.  In the end, Bud said, "Since he's gay, why don't you just wait til
your uncle gets here this weekend, and ask him."  Adam was very surprised
to hear I was gay, but apparently dropped the discussion then, and chose to
wait and talk to me further, once I got there.  As soon as I arrived for my
visit, he followed me up to his room when I took my bags up to drop them
off, and quickly closed the door behind us.

"Unca 'D'?" he asked.

"'sup Bubba?" I asked, using my personal pet name for him.

"Are you gay?" he asked.

Although I knew it was going to come up someday, I was surprised by his
question, as nobody had told me what was going on, so I asked him why he
was asking.  He told me then about being bullied, and being called gay, and
how he'd tried to talk to his father, but he'd suggested he talk to me,
because he said I was gay.

"Oh, OK, I see," I said, somewhat annoyed with Bud for not taking a more
proactive approach to Adam's problem, as well as for not giving me a heads
up at least.

"So, are you?" Adam asked, sounding a little urgent.

We had a rather long conversation then about what it meant to be gay.  By
the end of the conversation, he understood the basics about heterosexuality
and homosexuality, and that there was nothing wrong with either, but that
some straight people thought that it was wrong to be gay.  I also had told
him that I was indeed gay.  I explained too that he really shouldn't be
talking about any of what we'd just talked about, with anyone else, except
his parents if they asked.  I explained that sex wasn't something kids
should be talking about, and nobody should talk about other people's
preferences either. He said he wouldn't tell anyone anything.

We then talked at length about his being bullied, and what his options
were.

By the time we'd finished talking - nearly an hour later, he was pretty
well educated for a nine year old about everything we'd discussed.  We
dropped the subject then, and, later, when I told Carol about it, she
apologized for not warning me about what was going on, and said she'd
handled the bullying situation.  She said she'e talked with the school
principal, who said he'd handle it. What the principal did about things, I
never heard.

Every so often after that, I asked Adam how things were going at school,
and if he'd had any more problems being bullied.  He always told me
everything was OK though.  Often though I got the idea he might be hiding
something from me, and I looked at him carefully, and questioned him a bit
more.  Eventually, he'd get a little annoyed and, uncharacteristically,
he'd snap at me that things were OK.  Once or twice though, he dismissively
told me there was nothing happening that he couldn't handle.  I realized
then that there must still be some were problems, but as he didn't seem
upset, took him at his word that he was OK and able to handle them himself,
although I did tell him he could talk to me anytime there was a problem.
Finally, a year or so later, I stopped asking, because it only seemed to
upset him when I did ask, and he seemed relatively happy when I didn't.

It wasn't until a few years later, at Christmastime the year Adam turned
fourteen, that he finally shared with me some things that had been going on
over the previous few years, which he'd chosen not to share with me at the
time.  I was completely dismayed that he'd silently gone through as much
agony as he had.  At the time, I initially felt as if I'd failed in my role
as Adam's uncle and "protector".  In the end though, as you'll soon see, it
turned out that our relationship would change at that point in our lives.
In fact, our lives changes quite a bit!  During that Christmas week, which
we spent together, Adam and I became even closer to one another than we'd
been previously.

                            * * *

When I first 'came out' to Adam, I was worried that maybe it would affect
our relationship in an adverse way.  I was greatly relieved - overjoyed in
fact - that his revelation that I was gay seemed to have no affect
what-so-ever on him.  If anything, as I look back on it now, it seemed to
me that he almost seemed to feel closer to me after he found out.  I also
noticed that on the occasions we shared his bed, when I woke up in the
morning, more often than previously, his hand was somewhere on my body that
it shouldn't really have been.  Of course, he was nearing puberty, and was
becoming increasingly more aware of the fact his own body would shortly be
maturing, and that he'd start looking more like me, so I chalked up his
early morning exploration of my body to his curiosity over how his own body
was going to begin changing soon, and as I'd done in the past, pretended I
was still sleeping, and let him satisfy his curiosity...  Of course, I did
 enjoy what he was doing to me as he touched and fondled me, but I let my
theory that he was just curious about how he was going to turn out,
override this fact, and I let him do as he pleased.

Adam hit puberty when he was just about to turn 13. I still remember the
call I received from him in the middle of the night one Thursday night
early in December.  When I answered the phone at quarter to three, and
heard his voice, I was terrified that something awful had occurred.  Before
I could ask though, he very excitedly, but in a stage whisper, told me he'd
just had his first wet dream!  I couldn't help chuckling a little as I
relaxed, realizing nothing was wrong, but that instead he was just very
excited about finally starting to become a man.  From around the time he
was 11-1/2 he'd often asked me when I thought he was going to start growing
pubic hair.  Of course, this also lead into more questions about wet dreams
as well.  When he turned 12, he began expecting to enter puberty at any
given moment, probably because I'd made the mistake of letting him know I'd
had my first wet dream when I was 11 yet.  As the months dragged out toward
 his 13th birthday, Adam became increasingly worried that something was
wrong with him, because nothing was happening to him.  Every time I visited
then, at some point, usually while we were laying in bed, after I'd "woken
up", prior to which his hands explored my body, which more than once caused
me to develop a full erection, which Adam seemed to delight in handling,
he'd ask me when I thought his penis would grow bigger and get hairy, and
more importantly - when would he start having wet dreams???

So, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when he called so exuberantly
after having experienced his first nocturnal emission.  And, once I'd
relaxed after I realized that was all he was calling about, a warmth spread
through my chest as I realized it was me, and nobody else, he had wanted to
share his exciting news with!  Naturally, I congratulated him and told him
that he was indeed on his way to becoming a man then.  I could hear in his
voice how deliriously happy he was, and I wished I was there with him to
see his beaming smile.  I couldn't help grinning when he told me then in
great detail how he'd been woken up suddenly from a good dream - one in
which he admitted to me he'd been playing with himself - to find that at
the exact same time in his dream as he began cumming - he'd actually
started to really squirt semen as well.  "I can't believe how messy it is
though," he said, somewhat distastefully when he was finished.  Naturally,
I
 started to chuckle.  I laughed even more when he asked if he would always
squirt so much!  He didn't sound too thrilled when I told him he'd probably
ejaculate even more as he grew older.  I reminded him then though about our
conversations about masturbation, during which I'd mentioned that if he
masturbated often enough, he probably wouldn't have wet dreams very often.
At the time he'd asked how often I thought he'd need to jerk off to have
this happen.  I'd asked him then how often he played with himself.
Sheepishly he'd admitted that he usually did it about 3-4 times a day - in
the morning when he woke up, in the shower, after school, and before he
fell asleep at night.  Sometimes he said he did it more often as well -
usually on weekends, or vacations from school.  I'd assured him that he was
having a normal amount of fun with himself, and also that I would think
that if he continued doing it that often after he started producing semen,
 that he wouldn't have wet dreams often.  At the time, he wasn't sure if he
cared.  Later though, as we were talking on the phone about his first wet
dream, he seemed happy when I reminded him of this, and mentioned too that
he was looking forward to having his first mature orgasm as he masturbated
sometime the next day.  I told him I hoped he enjoyed it, and I could
practically hear his grin coming back at me over the phone line.  We said
our good-nights then, and hung up.

The next evening of course, I received another call from Adam.  Again he
was whispering.  This time he was very excited because he'd masturbated
after he got home from school, and for the first time, as he finished, he
had a mature orgasm, squirting a good amount of semen onto his belly.  He
was ecstatic because in his opinion it was the best orgasm he'd ever had!
And, he didn't mind the clean-up from it either!  I told him I was very
happy for him.  Snickering, he told me he wanted to hang up then, to go
jack off again.  I laughed and told him that sounded like fun.  I told him
then to take a bottle of his mother's hand lotion from the hallway linen
closet, and use a little of that as lubricant.  He didn't respond
immediately, so I described in a little more detail what to do, and
suggested he go really slow and try to hold off as long as possible before
cumming, and what to expect.  He thanked me then and said he'd give it a
try.  After we
 hung up, I was so hot, thinking about him laying on his bed slowly
stroking his lotioned hardon, that I had to go jack off myself.  Barely a
minute after I had had a hellaciously good orgasm, after stroking off
really slowly myself, as I'd advised Adam to do, the phone rang again.
Again it was Adam.  He was panting, and sounded incredulous as he thanked
me so much for the awesome advice.  He said he had no idea sex could feel
so awesome!  Tears of happiness formed in my eyes, as I told him I was glad
he'd enjoyed himself so much!

Shortly after Adam had his first wet dream, I noticed the next time I
visited, that he seemed to be staying naked in front of me longer than it
normally took to change clothes.  At first I didn't understand what he was
doing, but finally, when I failed to notice soon enough, he couldn't help
himself, and proudly cried "LOOK!!!" and pointed at his penis.  I looked,
then realizing he was pointing at the base of it, I leaned in further, and
suddenly saw that his first few pubic hairs had sprouted.  I also noticed
that his sex organs looked a little larger than I'd remembered them being.
As I straightened up, I grinned and congratulated him on starting to get
bigger and starting to grow hair finally.  He just beamed!

From then on, over the course of the next few months or so, until he'd
finally finished growing a respectable pubic bush, I made sure to notice,
and remark favorably about, Adam's continued growth and maturing.  He was
very proud each time I made such a comment.

As Adam grew, I began to realize that I was going to have a little problem.
As he grew, he became increasingly more and more handsome, and sexy
looking!  As his body turned from a boy's into a man's, albeit a young
man's, everytime I saw him naked, I began to realize I would start boning
up.  And more than once, I was shocked to realize I was wishing I could
reach over and touch him, and give him some pleasure.  Naturally, even
though I was berating myself over starting to lust after my nephew, I
couldn't stop my thoughts from expanding to wishing I could go down on him,
or dive tongue first for his tight little asshole, which I occasionally
caught a glimpse of as he bent over while facing away from me.  Sometimes I
even pictured myself stepping up behind him and sliding my well-greased
cock up inside him and fucking him!  All of these sinfully incestuous
thoughts I was having began to really cause me to feel guilty, in
particular, as Adam matured
 even more, and my desires to 'be with him' increased.  It made my visits
home increasingly more and more difficult.  And in particular, it was
difficult for me to share his bed with him... especially since he still
snuggled up to me most nights!

Oddly too, I began to notice that even though Adam had grown, and his body
looked and functioned like a man's, his curiosity over my body never
diminished at all.  If anything, he seemed even more curious about my
genitals, and almost every visit home, most mornings I would wake up to
find him fondling me!  Naturally, I became instantly rigid, and although I
loved the feeling of Adam feeling me, and even occasionally pumping away on
my hardon, I had to begin "waking up" earlier than I did when he was
smaller, for fear if I didn't, we'd have quite a mess to clean up, and a
very embarassing situation for us both.

Looking back now, after I know so much more about Adam, I realize I
should've known it wasn't just curiosity on Adam's part anymore.  Rather,
Adam was simply very horny, and completely enthralled with my
body... because, as it turned out, he too was gay!  For whatever reason, I
didn't come to realize this though, until the Christmas he turned 14.

And so, finally, we get to the point behind my story...  My Christmas gift
to Adam when he was 14, which turned out to be a gift we actually both
enjoyed very much!

                           * * * I went home for the holidays that year,
just like I did every year.  And again, as usual, I stayed at Carol and
Bud's.  And, as usual, Adam shared his bed with me.  My visit was most
pleasant, as always.  It was a very nice holiday for us all.

Over the years Adam had visited me in New York, but he was always
accompanied by his parents and sister, or at least by Carol.  During his
fourteenth year, he mentioned a couple of times that he hadn't been down to
visit me in a while, and that he'd like to come down again, only this time,
he thought it would be nice if it was just the two of us.  He said he felt
he was old enough that he could stay with me without his mother being there
too!  When he first brought it up, I told him it was never that anyone
thought he couldn't spend time with me alone - rather his mother enjoyed
visiting the city so much that, the opportunity for Adam to visit me alone,
had just never come up.

"So when can I come visit by myself?" he'd asked.

"We'll see," I told him.

I made a mental note to myself then to check with Carol and see if it would
be OK for me to have him come down for a visit, by himself, on Christmas
vacation.  When I did finally ask Carol, she had no problem with it, except
that she said she'd love to come along too.  I explained then that for
whatever reason, Adam felt he wanted to have a vacation with me alone.
Carol thought about it a minute and smile and told me she thought it was
probably some sort of "coming of age" thing he was going through, which I
agreed with.

So, although I showered Adam with other gifts he could open as well that
Christmas, I also wrapped up a box with just a note in it, telling him it
was good in exchange for "One Awesome Week in NYC with Your Uncle!"  I
purposely held that present for last, and as I predicted to myself, when he
opened it, it seemed as though he liked that gift the best of all!

Lisa was a little surprised, and maybe a little hurt I thought, when she
realized she hadn't received a week in the city with me as well.
Thankfully Bud jumped in and saved the day, reminding her that she was
going to a special hockey game with him, while we were going to be in the
city, so she couldn't have joined us.  I quickly added that she'd get a
chance at a week in the city with me too, later on, if she wanted.  She
seemed happy enough with that, although Adam looked a little annoyed when I
said she could come to New York for a visit sometime later.  I guessed,
correctly I think, that he thought spending time in the city with me should
be something special that just he got to do.  I grinned and winked
conspiratorially at him, and he relaxed, apparently thinking maybe I'd just
said that to appease her.

For the rest of the day, our upcoming trip was all Adam could talk about!
Thankfully, I intended for us to leave the following morning, so that
evening, we spent some time getting him packed up and ready to go.

That night, when we crawled into his bed together, he immediately snuggled
up to me and draped an arm over me.  He again thanked me for our upcoming
trip, then he yawned and drowsily told me he loved me.  I smiled and told
him I loved him, then turned and gave him a peck on the forhead.  A few
minutes later, we were both asleep - much earlier than usual.  I guess we
were both tired out by all the excitement of the holiday, and the planning
for our week together.

The next morning, Carol made us a big breakfast of bacon, eggs, and
pancakes.  After we helped pick up the kitchen, Adam and I grabbed our bags
and headed off together in my car, for the city!

Our drive to New York was uneventful, but cheerful.  Adam and I talked all
the way, about a myriad of subjects that flashed through his brain as we
drove along.

When we arrived in New York, we went directly to my apartment.  I told Adam
to drop his bags on my bed, which we were going to have to share, as I only
had a one-bedroom apartment.  Quickly I checked my phone messages and
watered a few plants, while Adam used the bathroom.  Then, after I peed, we
took off and headed out into the city to explore.

We spent the rest of the day wandering the streets, checking out stores and
shops, and stopping here and there along the way to eat.  We also saw a few
points of interest.  Eventually, we stopped in a restaurant and had a nice
dinner, then headed back to my apartment.  We were both pretty tired when
we go there, so I suggested we get changed and crawl into bed to watch TV,
rather than staying up to watch it in the livingroom, and he agreed.
Together, we used the bathroom, and washed up and brushed our teeth.  We
went into the bedroom then, and both stripped to our boxers, and climbed
into bed.  We watched a half hour sit-com, then a movie was coming on that
looked interesting, so we left it on.  Adam fell asleep within 20 minutes,
and I kept feeling myself dozing off then too, so I turned off the TV and
the lamp, and within minutes, I too was asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, just like when I was visiting at home, and
Adam and I were sharing his bed, I felt his familiar hand feeling me all
over.  Instantly my penis, which already felt partially boned, began to
stiffen even more.  As Adam noticed this, he gently wrapped his hand around
my shaft and began slowly pumping on it.  It felt awesome!

I let Adam jerk me off for a minute or so, but finally, "stirred in my
sleep" and he ripped his hand away from me.  I rolled onto my side then,
facing him, and at the same time scooted lower in the bed, so he wouldn't
be able to reach me as easily.  Finally, I also draped an arm around him,
thinking it might "trap" him a little, and keep him from starting in again.
Because I had sank down in the bed, my arm was around his lower belly -
almost on top of his pubic bone.  As I was really tired yet, I pretended to
go back to sleep, hoping that at the same time, he might doze off again
too.

My plan didn't work though, and within minutes of my "falling back to
sleep", Adam's hand was on the move again.  This time though, he did
something he'd never done before.  He carefully picked up my hand, which
was laying hanging off his right side, and at the same time, gently picked
up the rest of my arm as well, up at my elbown and slowly he moved my arm
back toward me, and downward.  I figured he needed to get up to go to the
bathroom, so I moved my arm back with his "help".  That wasn't Adam's idea
though.  Suddenly, before my arm was completely off of him, he stopped and
gently lowered it back down, so that suddenly, the palm of my hand was
laying on his balls and the base of the underside of his cock, which was
rigid.  It was at this point I realized too, he didn't have his boxers on
anymore, like he had been when we got into bed together!  He was completely
naked!

For a moment, we lay there, neither of us doing anything, as my hand cupped
his scrotum.  Finally, just about as I was making the decision to roll over
and pull my hand off him, he began to squirm a little under me.  Curious,
and hard as a rock myself, not just because of his earlier fondling, but
also because I was now touching his bare genitals, I couldn't help myself
and decided to see what he would do if I turned the tables on him, and I
began to feel him up for a change!

Slowly and gently then, I began to massage and squeeze his balls.  I
startled him at first, and nearly snorted and chuckled, but managed to
stifle it.  Then, as his surprise wore off, he began to gasp softly.
Although I shouldn't have been, I was surprised when he never made a move
to stop me!  After just a few seconds, under my hand, I began to feel his
testicles pulling upward then relaxing, several times.  Apparently he was
enjoying my touch!

Although I was surprised at myself over what I was doing to my nephew, and
I knew I should stop, because of his reaction, I couldn't stop myself from
taking things further.  In the back of my mind, I knew what I was doing was
very wrong, but I was so horny by then, I wanted more!  I justified my
further molestation of Adam, by thinking that if I took things just a
little bit further, it would teach him a lesson.  That he'd feel violated,
and realize he shouldn't be secretly feeling up anyone else either.  Yeah
right!  OK - I know.  In reality - I knew I just couldn't help myself
anymore!  So, finally giving in, but by telling myself I was teaching the
boy a lesson, I moved my hand up just a little and gripped his penis, and
began masturbating him!

Almost instantly, by his tiny joyous gasps and how his dick was dancing in
my hand, and the fact he didn't try to stop me, I knewt he was loving what
I was doing to him.  Again, I realized I should stop.  Again though, I told
myself he needed to be the one to stop me!

Determined to see if he actually would stop me at any point or not, I
abandoned his penis, and moved down, past his scrotum, and began gently
rubbing the lowest portion of his ass crack with my finger - sliding it
slowly up and down in the lower end of his groove.  Again, he didn't stop
me, and I could hear his breathing had become heavier.  I was genuinely
surprised when after only a few caresses of his crack, he suddenly moved
his leg that was lying furthest from me, farther away!  He was spreading
his legs apart for me, in an inviting way.

At that point I realized for sure that it was more than just curiosity on
Adam's part when he repeatedly molested me.  I began to realize the boy was
most likely gay, and at the same time, was obviously always very horny!  I
knew I should stop, but by then, I was beyond stopping.  I was too horny
myself, and I knew Adam wanted me to go further too.  Besides, I wasn't
going to hurt the boy.  So, I followed Adam's lead and as his legs opened,
I laid my index finger along Adam's crack, and gently pressed inward, until
my finger began to slide inward - between his buttocks.  Adam never stopped
me.  Not even when I pressed more firmly and suddenly sank all the way in
and poked into his anus!  He just gasped again, with delight, and tried to
open his legs even further.

No longer thinking about right and wrong, I automatically began rubbing his
tight pucker.  I was surprised when a moment later he reached for his penis
and began gently masturbating as I continued massaging his anus!  As his
breathing became heavier and faster, I was soon in agony, as my cock, which
was pressing into the mattress beneath me, was in severe need of some
attention!  Gently I began to grind my cock into the bed!

Preoccupied with my own situation, I automatically began pressing a little
harder on Adam's opening.  I pressed on it, then let up, then pressed again
- a little harder, then let up, until suddenly, as I pressed even harder, I
pierced his hole, and my finger passed through his anus, and slid easily,
up into his rectum, right up to the second knuckle of my finger.  Adam
gasped loudly, but never stopped me, nor did he stop masturbating.  In
fact, his self-pleasuring quickened and became more intense.

Nearly ready to cream my boxers, I abandoned any farce of being asleep yet,
and pushed my finger deeper up inside my nephew's ass, until I suddenly
felt his prostate under my fingertip.

As I pressed into his gland, Adam groaned deep in his throat and began
jerking off even more diligently.

Instantly, I began gently rubbing his internal love nut.

About a minute later, I could tell that Adam's orgasm was building.  He was
breathing so heavily, and beating off very quickly.  Periodically his kegel
muscles had begun clenching and releasing rapidly.

Suddenly, and I don't understand what caused it to happen, but just as he
was really starting to work himself into a frenzy, I realized how wrong
what we were doing was.  And I rezlized I needed to stop, before he came,
and made a messy and very embarrassing situation.  I realized then,
although all I wanted to do at that moment was rip his hand off his cock
and go down on him and finish him off, that I'd taken things way too far!
I decided too, it was finally time for my nephew and I to have a discussion
about his sexuality and what had been going on with his morning
explorations of my body.

So, I stopped rubbing Adam's prostate gland, although I didn't pull my
finger out of his ass, and again, I don't know why I didn't.  Instead
though, I left my middle finger stuffed up into his rectum, touching his
prostate, and simply opened my eyes.  He wasn't looking at me though.  He
was too busy pounding his pud, and looking down at what he was doing,
obviously so that he could watch himself cum, which he was nearly about to
do.

My cock surged with desire as I watched for just a mooment, but then, as I
realized he was nearing his final few strokes before he burst, I finally
spoke and said, "So you don't really think I'm asleep yet do you?".

Poor Adam shrieked in terror and literally flew up off the mattress a
little, because I'd startled him so.  Then, as his body relaxed back down
onto the bed, he finally looked at me.  Instantly his face began to darken
and I saw tears beginning to fill his eyes.  Immediately I felt awful for
what I'd done, and too for the things I'd let him go on doing to me.
Obviously the boy had gay inclinations and now, on top of his exploration
of my body having been discovered, somehow despite the fact he knew I was
gay, he was suddenly "outted" on top of it, and was obviously was very
embarassed and also appeared a little scared.

"Aw Bubba!" I said, smiling sadly at him.  I reached up for his head and
stroked his hair with my free hand.  "It's OK!  You haven't done anything
wrong!  And no matter what, I love you man!  And I always will!"

My sentiments were too late though.  I'd taken poor Adam so completely by
surprise, and too maybe because it had occurred just at a point he was
about to enter his orgasm, so that his emotions were extremely heightened,
then add to that the gravity of suddenly being "outted", that he couldn't
control himself, and couldn't stop himself from beginning to cry.  I felt
awful.

Although my finger was still up Adam's ass, I scootched up a little on the
bed, so that I was laying a little more next to him, and snuggled up to him
and wrapped my free arm up and around his head and hugged him to me.  I
leaned over and kissed his cheek then, and told him again, it was OK.  For
about a minute then, as Adam fought to stop crying, I just held him.

Eventually, Adam got control of himself, as I continued to cuddle and
stroke him, and spoke softly, telling him repeatedly everything was oK.

Finally, giving a huge deep snuffle, he looked at me, still rather
red-faced, with wet cheeks, and said, "I'm sorry Uncle Dave!"

"Dude," I said softly.  "There's nothing to be sorry about!  Everything's
OK!"

"Yeah Right!" he scoffed, and he looked away from me, snuffling a little
again.

"Adam," I said.  "More than anyone you know, you should know that I'm going
to be OK with you, no matter what!  You have to know, that no matter how
you turn out, I'm always going to love you!"

"Even if I'm gay?" he burst out, swiveling his head to look at me.  He
looked almost angry.

"Um... well, Dude - I'm gay.  You know that," I said.  "Why would you think
I'd have a problem with you being gay?"

Adam continued looking at me for a moment, directly into my eyes.  His own
eyes moving back and forth sideways slightly, almost as if he was reading
my thoughts through my eyes.  Suddenly then, he gave a huge sigh, as his
body collapsed, completely relaxing.  Then, in a near whine he cried
softly, "Why did I have to turn out gay on top of everything else?????"

My heart nearly broke then, as I recalled how several years earlier, I'd
voiced the same question to the ceiling as I lay on my bed, having just
finished crying over the fact I'd figured out I was gay.

"OH God!" he burst out suddenly, interrupting my thoughts.  "I didn't mean
it that way Uncle Dave!  I don't mean it like it's a bad thing... it's not
- not for you at least.  I love you and don't care if you're gay.  It's
just... well... I have so many other problems, I don't get why I had to
have this happen too!"

"Oh Adam," I said, and I hugged him tighter.  "I get what you mean.  And
Dude, I felt the same way when I was your age and figured out I was gay.  I
know just how you feel."

"Really?" Adam asked, a little surprised.

"Hell yeah," I snorted.  "Do you seriously think anyone wants to be gay?  I
think everyone who figures out they're gay feels the same way!"

Adam didn't respond immediately, but he did look a little more calm, and
the redness started to fade from his face.  Smiling sadly, I awkwardly
reached around his head with my one free hand, the middle finger of my
other one still being lodged in his rectum, and wiped the wetness from his
cheeks with my thumb.

When Adam didn't say anything right away, I smiled slightly and said, "You
said something a second ago though.  You said, 'I don't mean it like it's a
bad thing...'.  Well, you're right.  It's really NOT a bad thing to be gay.
You and I, and everyone else who's gay are NO different than anyone else in
the world - whether they're straight, gay, or bisexual.  People are all the
same.  It's just that some people - more than not - prefer to have
relationships with people of the opposite sex, while we gays prefer to have
relationships with people of the same sex.  That's really the only
difference between us.  And it's genetic - um - bioligical.  We're born
this way.  So there's no choice really, and no way to change it.  So, we
just have to accept it.  It's just an unfortunate thing that everyone can't
figure this out, and just accept that there are people who are one way, and
people who are another way.  It's actually rather similar to how
 some people are white, and other's are black.  Think about it - way back -
blacks were thought of as inferior.  Unfortunately, some white people still
think that way, but it seems now that most do not any longer.  They've
become educated enough to realize that there's no difference between whites
and blacks other than the color of their skin.  Well, the same thing is
true of straights and gays, only people still aren't as educated about
sexuality as they are about race.  Back several years ago, it was really a
bad thing to be gay - as far as straights were concerned.  Well, over the
years, things have gotten better, and in many areas, more people are
accepting of gays, and realize they're no different really than straights.
It's just that at this point yet, we still haven't come as far in our
struggle to overcome people's thoughts on sexual diversity, as we have on
racial diversity.  It is getting better though.  Look at all the states
that
 are beginning to allow gay marriage now!  I believe it'll keep getting
better, until someday gays will be thought of as equals to straights, like
blacks are thought of as being equals to whites."

Adam, who'd been looking at me as I spoke, sighed, and said, "I wish I'd
been born later on, once things will be better then!"

I chuckled slightly and said, "You and me both Bub!"

Adam actually smiled slightly then himself.  I was surprised though when a
moment later, his smile faded, and he looked at me seriously and asked,
"Are you going to tell Mom and Dad about me?"

"Absolutely not!" I said.  "I'm not going to tell a soul.  It's completely
up to you to do that, when you're ready to.  I do believe though that if
you want to tell them, they'll both be OK with it.  I'm especially sure
your mother will be!  So you really don't have to be afraid to come out to
them.  And remember - no matter what - I'm always going to be here for you!
So if you have any problems dealing with them, I can help.  And, if you
have any questions or concerns about yourself, and the fact that you're gay
- you know you can always ask me about them!"

"Thanks," Adam said, and he finally looked completely relaxed again.  Then
he smiled a little shyly and said, "I love you Uncle Dave!"

"I love you to Bubba!" I said, and I grinned and hugged him again, and
leaned over and kissed his cheek.

We both lay there smiling at each other then for a few seconds, until Adam
began to look serious again.  OUt of the corner of my eye, I saw his arm
had started moving a little again.  Looking down I saw him he was squeezing
and tugging on his penis, which he'd never let go of, and it was rapidly
stiffening again.  A couple of seconds later, I felt his sphincter grip my
finger.  When I looked back up at him, his expression had become serious
again, and I could see he was quickly becoming very aroused again.

Adam was carefully studying me when I looked back up at him.  As our eyes
made contact his face began to darken a little.  I don't know if he was
mildly embarrassed, or if his level of arousal was causing it.  A moment
later though, in a somewhat raspy voice, as I saw his arm still moving, and
suddenly felt his sphincter muscle contract firmly around my finger again,
he asked "So... since we're both gay, will you help me finish then?"

I was actually a little surprised.  I had figured he would've realized that
any sexual activities between us wouldn't be appropriate.  Apparently he
felt differently.

"Uhhh... you know we shouldn't do that," I said.  "As much as I love you,
and yes, we're both gay, I'm your uncle, and I'm a lot older than you.  I'm
an adult, and you're not yet.  So, it really wouldn't be right.  You
understand that don't you?"

"I know what you're saying," Adam said.  "But, i-it's different for me and
you, isn't it?  I mean... yeah, I know there's perves out there who like to
molest kids, but... that's not the way it is with us.  Like you said,
you're my uncle and we love each other.  It shouldn't matter that you're
grown up and I'm not yet.  If we're both gay then we're gonna both like the
same things, and I know you'd never do anything to hurt me.  And, you
always teach me new things.  Besides... we're ... well... we share
everything, at least we always have.  And you know I'd never tell anyone if
we do anything.  So, there's no way you could get into trouble!"

Adam paused for a moment, during which I just looked at him in surprise.
Before I could respond, he quickly continued.

"I love you Uncle Dave - more than anyone in the whole world.  And I always
will!" Adam said, and I could see he meant it.  "I've never done anything
with anyone, and well... they say the first time should be special.  Well,
I can't think of anyone who would ever make it more special for me than
you!  Please??? I really really want you to teach me all about everything!
And-and you can have a good time too!"

I was truly surprised by Adam's plea.  He'd apparently thought it through
pretty well.  So, for a few seconds, I just lay there looking up into his
eyes, studying his face, as I felt him continuing to gently jerk off.  Adam
has a very expressive face, and I could always read his feelings whenever I
looked at him.  As I watched him, I could see the levels of his arousal and
desire building rapidly.  Then his asshole clenched my finger a couple more
times too.

As I felt my own cock, which had begun hardening as well, reach its full
erect state again, it suddenly flexed involuntarily.  I so wanted to take
Adam up on his offer, but, at the same time I knew I needed not to.  As my
own levels of arousal and desire continued to increase, I struggled to find
a way to stop what was going on, yet also provide a reason the boy would
find acceptable.  But, as my emotions swirled, I couldn't come up with
anything.  Finally, all I could do was say, "I love you very much Adam, and
I can see why you feel the way you do, but it's just wrong."

"Why?" he demanded, beginning to sound a little testy.  "What about it is
wrong?  We love each other, and see each other naked all the time.  We
sleep together all the time.  We do everything together.  I know you'd
never ever do anything to hurt me!  And I know you'd do it so that it would
be gentle and make me feel really great, and you'd be teaching me
everything I need to know too.  Besides - I can tell you want to as much as
I do?"

"Oh?" I asked, unable to come up with anything else.

"Well, for one thing, your cock's hard as a rock again!" he pointed out,
smirking a little.  "And then there's your finger, which is still up my ass
too!  - NO!  Don't you go and pull it out now either!"

As he finished his sentence a little more shrilly, he clenched his kegel
muscles and grabbed my wrist and kept me from sliding my finger out of his
rectum.

A second later, as he continued gripping my wrist, more quietly, he looked
directly into my eyes and with a somewhat desperate, and wanton look in his
eyes, and said, "Please don't pull it out.  It feels awesome!"

Adam's sphincter, which had relaxed, suddenly and violently clenched again
then, as if in confirmation of what he'd said.  This of course caused me to
flex, which pressed my hardon into Adam's thigh a little more firmly for a
moment.

As Adam smiled, his grip on my wrist loosened, so I quickly slid my finger
out of him.  He gasped and got a hurt look on his face.  It only lasted a
moment though, then he smiled devilishly and said, "Fine! If that's the way
you want it!"

Then, swiftly, and before I knew what was happening, Adam flipped over and
backed up onto his hands and knees, next to my legs.  At the same time, he
grabbed my penis and dove for it with his mouth.

"AAAaaahhh!!" I cried, in surprise, mixed with desire, and a bit of pain,
as I felt his hot, wet mouth and sharp teeth slide down over my stiff
shaft.

Adam didn't stop though, rather he started sucking up and down on me.  Not
knowing what he was doing, his teeth raked sharply back and forth over my
tender penile flesh, cause me a good amount of discomfort.

"Jesus Christ man, Stop before you kill me!" I cried, and I grabbed his
shoulders and pushed him off me.

Apparently Adam hadn't expected that kind of reaction from me, because more
than looking hurt, he looked confused.

"H-how would that kill you?" he asked.

As I lay there recovering from his attack, I looked at him a moment, as he
stared at me, completely confused.

"Well, there's two things wrong with what you're doing... actually three,"
I said.  "First, unless you're sure the person you're going to suck on
wants his cock sucked, don't just assume he does and go for it."

Adam's expression changed then to frustration.

"And?" he asked, confrontationally.

"Well, there's still the fact that you and me shouldn't be doing these
things," I said.

As Adam's expression hardened, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

"And the third thing?" he asked, testily.

"Your teeth!" I said, trying to sound neutral about it.

"What about my teeth?" he asked, suddenly totally confused again.

"Look," I said, sighing.  "Your mouth felt great, but you can't let your
teeth scrape over a cock like that!  Your teeth are sharp... at least they
felt pretty sharp... they could've cut me.  The skin on your cock is
delicate.  You have to be careful not to let your teeth rip back and forth
over it when you suck a cock."

"Oh!" Adam said, his expression softening.  He looked thoughtful a moment
then added, "I'm sorry Uncle Dave.  I didn't mean to hurt you.  But, see?
This is just what I'm talking about.  I need you to teach me how to do it
right!"

For a moment, as we looked at each other, I saw Adam's hand return to his
penis, and he began masturbating again.  Almost instantly, his nostrils
opened a little wider, and his eyes glazed over a bit, as he quickly became
aroused again.  At the same time, he looked down at my penis, which had
softened again, and reached over and picked it up and examined it.

"Well, I guess you caught me in time - no cuts," he said, smiling.  He
began gently pulling on it then, and of course I quickly began to harden
again.

As Adam manipulated me to full stiffness again, I just watched him, not
sure what to do.  I knew we needed to stop, but I didn't want to hurt or
upset Adam, and ruin our time together either.

Suddenly then, Adam went down on me again.  This time though, he was very
careful with his teeth, and his mouth felt awesome as it slid back down
half way over my manhood.

"Adam..." I said.

He didn't acknowledge me, but began sliding back off me.  His mouth felt
magnificent.  I so wanted him to keep going, but knew I should stop him.
Before I could though, he started his descent, back down onto me again, and
it felt glorious.  As he started sliding back off again, as I looked down
at the top of my nephew's head - the boy I loved so much - who was making
love to my penis, I broke.  Horrifically, I realized I wanted nothing more
than to let the boy keep pleasuring me, and that I wanted to do the same to
him too.

And so, I finally gave in and lay there as Adam slid his hot, wet mouth
sensually up and down my shaft.

When Adam realized I wasn't stopping him as he sucked on me, he gently
cupped my scrotum and began fondling my testicles too.  Within seconds, I
felt myself beginning to ooze pre-cum, and wondered what Adam would think
of it.  He didn't stop, so he must not have minded.

Adam must've instinctively been able to tell that I was beginning to
approach my climax, because shortly afterward, he sped up a little and
fondled my balls a bit more roughly.

Before I started my final climb to my orgasm, I gripped Adam's shoulders
and gently pushed him off me.

Adam looked at me with a confused look.

"Did I do something else wrong?" he asked, looking worried.

"No," I said.  I was still extremely aroused, as I added, "It's just I'm
almost ready to cum, and I don't know if you'd want me to blow a load of
jism down your throat!"

Adam grinned then and said, "Well, your precum is delicious... tastes
pretty much like my cum, so I'd like to try it!"

My cock surged then, as I saw the look of extreme desire in his eyes.  As
my eyes dropped, I noticed the tip of Adam's cock was moist.  My cock
surged again.

"How 'bout I take a turn on you first?" I asked.

Not waiting for him to respond, I told him to lie down on his back.
Grinning, he did as I instructed, and I quickly moved between his legs,
which he happily spread wide open for me.

I glanced up and saw a look of utter love and devotion on Adam's face then,
as he looked happily down at me.  I knew then that what I was about to do
to the boy couldn't possibly be wrong!

Smiling I leaned fully over my nephew and nibbled at his left ear lobe a
moment, and listened to him giggle as I licked his ear, delving into his
opening slightly.  I tasted faintly of his ear wax.  Quickly I moved down
to the side of his neck and suckled his delicate skin for a moment.  Before
I made a love mark, I licked around to the front of his throat, enjoying
the slight saltiness of his skin.  I kissed his slight Adam's apple, then
licked downward into the center of his chest.  I stopped then and moved to
his right nipple.  He gasped slightly as I sucked on it and gently nibbled
its tip.  He gasped again when I did the same to his left nipple. He
giggled after I pushed his left arm up and away from him and nuzzled the
little wisp of dark hair in his armpit.  His delicate musky scent was
intoxicating, and my cock throbbed as I breathed in deeply of it.

I licked down the center of his torso then to his navel, and he giggled
again as I stabbed into his belly button with my tongue.  From there, I
began kissing and licking at the smooth skin of his lower abdomen, just
above his pubic bush.  I sensed his penis flexing repeatedly the closer I
got to it.

Finally, I came to his penis.  I paused for a moment, holding it up,
closely examining it.  As I looked at it, I thought it was the most
beautiful male sex organ I'd ever seen!  It was about 6-1/2" long, and
perfectly proportionally thick to match.  Its skin was smooth and silky,
except for the darker ring meat.  And its head was a perfectly shaped
mushroom cap with just the right length piss slit at its tip, from which a
bit of glistening liquid was seeping.  As my hot breath washed over Adam's
rigid boyhood, it flexed violently a couple of times between my fingers and
thumb as I held it.  The tip of it became even more moist Adam's pre-jizz.
I couldn't wait to taste it!

Tentatively I stuck my tongue out and licked Adam's wetness.  My cock
surged with desire as I finally tasted my nephew's procreative juices!
They were a little tangy, and delicately salty.  I loved it, and couldn't
wait until he pumped a full load of actual semen into my mouth!

"OHhh MYyy GODDDdd!!" Adam gasped loudly, in a surprisingly deep tone, a
second later when I finally opened my mouth and lowered it over the
complete length of his hardness, sliding my tongue along the underside of
it, until my nose was nestled in his thick, curly bush!

As Adam's penis filled my mouth, I felt it flex to its full stiffness for a
moment, as the tip of his glans lodged in the top of my throat.

"Awwww..." Adam moaned passionately, as I slid back off of him, making sure
my tongue pressed firmly against his thick urethra, which bulged from the
underside of his dick.

"OOOooohhhhh..." he moaned, and he flexed again, as I slid back down onto
him.

As I began to pull back off him, I remembered, as he flexed again, and his
sphincter gripped at me, that my finger was still up his ass.  Immediately
I began to massage his prostate gland again, with the tip of my finger, as
I slid back up off of him.

"OOOhhhh Goodddd!!" Adam groaned, ecstatically.

For the next minute or so then, as I sucked up and down on the boy, and
prodded and rubbed at his prostate gland, he gasped, grunted, and moaned
with delight, and squirmed about a little, under me.

Almost as soon as I'd begun, I began to taste more saltiness.  The
knowledge that what I was tasting was fluid produced by my beloved nephew,
due to the pleasure I was giving him caused me to start oozing precum
myself!

All too soon, I realized Adam had stopped making any noises... except that
his breathing had become heavier.  At the same time, I also noticed that
his scrotum, which had been dangling flacid and smooth, had drawn up closer
to his body, and his leg muscles had begun to tighten up.  Adam's climax
was quickly approaching!  My cock surged with desire.  I couldn't wait to
bring the boy off!  Still, I wanted it to be as wonderful as possible for
him.  So I couldn't rush things.

Gradually I began steadily increasing the speed I was sucking on him at,
and I began fucking his asshole a little harder with my finger, which I let
rub at his gland a bit more roughly.  Soon enough Adam had begun groaning
passionately again.

As I continued working on him, I noticed Adam had begun squirming about and
flexing and relaxing a lot more.  His breathing had changed.  It was coming
in harsh gasps then, and his moans of pleasure had turned in to soft urgent
whimpers.  I could tell he was struggling to hold back, like I'd instructed
him to do in the past, while masturbating, in hopes of having a better
orgasm.

I sped up just a little yet, and all of a sudden, Adam's movements became
urgent and spastic.

"Gonna cum Unca 'D'!" he managed to gasp.

I couldn't help smiling just a little around his penis, as I sped up just a
bit more, which caused Adam to begin whimpering a bit more, and tensing and
relaxing.  His hands closed into fists then, as has grasped handfuls of the
bed sheets tightly in them, as he fought with every ounce of willpower in
him to hold out as long as possible.

Suddenly then, Adam's body tensed up violently, and as he gave a
high-pitched cry, which came out a little more like a gasp, I felt a large
glob of hot, thick, cum blast from the tip of his cock and smack against
the back of my throat.

"Awwwwwww...." Adam groaned with joyous relief, as his body relaxed.

Almost instantly though, before he'd had a chance to fully relax, Adam's
body convulsed again, and he softly cried "Fuck!" in a high-pitched voice,
as another glob of semen burst from him, this time flooding over my tongue,
giving me the full flavor of his seed!  It tasted awesome, and my cock
surged and suddenly began leaking copious amounts of precum!

For several seconds, as I sucked and fingered Adam, he thrashed about under
me, tensing and relaxing, and whimpering and gasping, as his body spasmed
over and over, and he spewed more and more loads of his love juice into my
mouth.

"Holy Jesus!" he gasped, when his orgasm finally ended, and his body
relaxed under me.  I quickly slowed down considerably what I was doing, but
continued slowly sucking up and down on his still fully engorged organ, and
I continued to gently slide my finger in and out of his rectum.

For a moment, as I continued pleasuring Adam, he lay smiling and panting,
fully enjoying my attention, and basking incredulously in the aftermath of
what he felt was the best orgasm he'd ever had.

Suddenly I felt him tense up a little again, and he gave a soft, surprised
gasp as he spasmed one more time, pushing the last of his semen through his
urethra, and into my waiting mouth.  Only then, did I finally slide off of
him, sucking his cock, which had finally begun to soften, dry as I pulled
off it.  At the same time, I finally slid my finger completely out of his
asshole as well.

"Damn!" Adam gasped, looking up at me incredulously, as I sat back on my
feet and smiled down at him.

"My thoughts exactly!" I said, grinning.  "So I guess you liked it?"

"Holy Shit!" Adam declared, grinning incredulously at me.  TThat was so
fucking awesome! I can't believe you could think there would be something
wrong with you doing that to me!"

I couldn't help chuckling slightly then, as I savored the flavor of his
last bit of jism, and finally swallowed it.

"Glad you liked it so much," I said thickly, smiling at him.

"That was the most awesome thing that's ever happened to me!" Adam gushed,
grinning at me.  "Thank you so much!  There's nothing that could possibly
ever be better!  And really Uncle Dave - a lot of the reason is because
it's YOU who was doing it!  I love you so much!"

I couldn't help grinning at him, as I felt the inside of my nose tingle,
and my eyes stung slightly.

"I love you to Bubba," I said, as I rolled over onto my back and laid down
next to him.

"I can't wait to do that to you now, and taste your stuff too!" Adam
chortled happily.

I was a little surprised to hear him say that, but my cock surged with
sudden arousal, when he did.

"You sure that's something you want to do?" I asked.

"More than anything!" He cried, beaming at me.  "Why would you think I
wouldn't want to?"

I snorted slightly and said, "Well, once some guys get off, they're not
interested anymore - at least not right then - in doing anything else."

"Well... Why?" Adam asked.  "I wanta make you feel as awesome as you just
made me feel!  Besides, I can't wait to taste your cum too!"

"Really?" I asked, still a little surprised.

With that, Adam just grinned a huge, and devilish grin.  Quickly then, he
hopped up and rolled over onto his hands and knees.  At the same time he
lifted his leg that was closest to me and moved it over, so when he lowered
it, he was kneeling with one leg down on the bed between my legs, and the
other on the outside of my leg.

"Spread your legs apart Unca 'D'," Adam said, smiling slightly.  I noticed
his penis was already looking a little chubby again.

For a moment it occurred to me that I should still stop him from what he
was about to do, even though I'd already given him sex.  But then his
fingertips gently brushed against he inside of my upper thigh, and my cock
surged again.  All thought of stopping Adam left my brain, and as he lifted
his leg, I slid mine sideways, then opened both of them more fully, so that
when he settled down he was postioned perfectly between my legs.  Adam
leaned over me then, and smiled down on me.  A moment later, he shocked me
by leaning down and beginning to nibble my earlobe, just as I'd done to
him.

"Seriously Dude," I said, "You don't have to -"

"Hush!" Adam drawled softly, and he held his finger over my lips.  "Let me
make you feel really good too!"

My cock surged again, as Adam began to kiss and lick his way down my neck.
Adam copied, nearly exactly, all the things I'd done to him then.  He spent
a little time sucling and nibbling my nipples, and he nuzzled both of my
armpits, although he seemed to spend a bit more time investigating them,
and I think it caused him a good amount of excitement.  Eventually, he
licked his way to my navel, washed it, then licked down my glory trail, and
into my pubic bush, which he nuzzled a bit.  Finally, he picked up my
penis, and spent a moment examining it, as I had his.  Then, I'm not sure
which of us moaned louder as he finlly slid his mouth down over nearly my
entire length, this time being careful of his teeth!  His mouth felt
aweome!

As Adam began sliding up and down my manhood, I felt his fingers touching
my ass crack, and smiled, and spread my legs a bit further apart.
Instantly, I felt one of his digits slide between my buttocks, and a second
later, the tip of of pressed into my pucker, causing me to gasp slightly,
and my cock to surge in Adam's mouth.

Adam rubbed my anus for a few seconds, but then stopped and began to press
inward.  Smiling, I gently pushed with my ass muscles.  I gasped again a
second later, as my nephew's finger pierced my opening, and began to slide
up inside me!

"MMmmmm..." I moaned happily, as Adam's finger invaded my inner sanctum.

"Aww!" I gasped when a second later he poked my prostate gland.

As Adam began sliding up and down a little faster on my cock, he also began
rubbing my love gland, which caused me to begin oozing more pre-jism, which
Adam must've been enjoying, because he moaned happily for a moment as well.

For a minute or so then, Adam sucked up and down on me and slid his finger
in and out of me, making sure to rub back and forth over my prostate with
each entry and exit stroke.  As he did, my level of excitement grew and
grew, continually, until after a short while, like had happened to Adam a
few minutes earlier, I was then squirming and tensing up and fighting to
hold back my orgasm too.

Adam sensed my heightened arousal, and doubled his efforts then, sucking
faster on my cock, and rubbing my love nut faster and a bit harder.
Automatically, my hands moved to my nipples, and I began tweaking them, as
Adam worked deftly on me.

Within seconds, I was so worked up that my body was beginning to contort
due to my effort to hold off my orgasm.  For a moment, I stopped breathing
as Adam swiftly sucked and fingered me, and I squeezed my nipples tightly.
Then for a moment, I forced my body to relax slightly.  A split second
later, I suddenly tensed up violently, and gasping, blew a huge load of cum
out of my cock, and into the back of Adam's throat.  The poor boy hadn't
expected it quite yet I guess, nor how much I was going to ejaculate.  He
gagged, and for a moment, although I was spasming a second time already, I
wondered if he was going to be OK.

As my second load of cum burst from my urethra, Adam pulled back, and my
juices flooded his mouth.  Again he gagged slightly, and some of my cum
leaked out of the edges of his mouth. as he tried to swallow it all.

Although he initially had a little trouble handling how much cum I was
spewing, Adam was a trooper and swallowed as best as he could and continued
sucking up and down on me.  All the while, he continued massaging my gland
too.  And, for the next few seconds, I spasmed several more times, each
time, injecting more jism into Adam's mouth.

Eventually, as my orgasm waned, I let go of my nipples and reached down
with both hands and lovingly rubbed Adam's head, as he slowed his
movements, but continued sucking up and down on me.  His finger that was up
my ass, slowed as well.  For a minute then, I relaxed, until as had
happened for Adam, I too gave a finaly shudder and oozed a last bit of
semen from my urethra.  Finally then, I dropped my hands from Adam's head
and he backed off me and slid his finger from my ass.

The edges of his lips sloppy with a bit of my sperm, Adam sat back on his
haunches then and looked a little incredulously at me.  As he licked my
goodness from the corners of his mouth, he smiled a little and declared
"Jesus Christ you blow a lot!"

I couldn't help chuckling then, although I felt my face heat up a little
self-consciously as well.

"Sorry about that," I said, finally.

"It's OK!" Adam said, and he grinned and added, "I love your stuff!  It
tastes awesome!  Can't wait to drink some more!"

I chuckled again, and felt my cock stir slightly at the thought.

"Glad you liked it so much!" I said.

"It was fantastic!  I love sucking cock!" Adam declared.

As I chuckled again, Adam just grinned happily back at me.

After a moment, his grin faded, and he got a serious look on his face.

"Unca 'D'?" he asked, looking a little uncertain.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I was wondering..." he began.

"Wondering what?" I asked, when he trailed off and didn't pick up his
thought again.

"Well... c-can we try fucking now too?" he asked, and his face turned a
little pink as he looked cautiously at me.

I snorted and gave another chuckle and said, "Well... fucking's another
story.  Are you sure you want to try it?"

"YEAH!" he cried adamantly.

I looked at him for a moment, and his face darkened a bit more.

"Um... I mean, y-you fuck guys, don't you?" he asked, turning even redder.

I chuckled and said, "Stop with the getting embarrassed already.  You can
ask me anything, and not have to be embarrassed."

"OK," Adam said sheepishly, and naturally, he turned even a bit darker.

I chuckled again and said, "Now to answer your question, yes, I fuck guys."

Adam had a curious look on his facke then and said, "um... do you do the
fucking?  Or... do you get fucked?"

"Depends," I said.  "Most of the time, I'm the one doing the fucking,
although I've been fucked sometimes too."

"Really?" Adam asked, sounding surprised.

"Uh, yeah," I said.  "Um... usually a gay guy is either a 'top' - meaning
he likes to be the one sticking his dick up the other guy's ass.  Other's
are the 'bottoms' - they're the ones taking it up the ass.  There's no
right or wrong - you usually either like one or the other, although some
guys are 'versatile' and will do either.  I'm mostly a top, but I'll bottom
sometimes too - so I guess I'm kinda versatile... although more of a top."

"Oh," Adam said.

"So... do you have any idea which you think you'd prefer?" I asked him.

"I don't know," Adam said.  "I guess I kinda wanta try
both... although... I really kinda wanta feel a cock up my ass."

"Well," I said.  "Maybe you're gonna be more of a bottom then.  Have you
ever had anything up your ass, other than my finger?"

"Yeah," he said, and his face tinged a little again.

"Like what?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Adam asked.

"What things have you stuck up your ass?" I asked.

Adam turned a little redder, and looked uncomfortable.

I chuckled and said, "It's normal to try all kinds of things.  A lot of
guys, even some straight guys, like to stick things up their asses.  It's
because of where our prostate gland is located, - it feels good if we stick
something up there and rub it.  So... a lot of guys will try a lot of
different things to see what feels the best, and is easiest to use."

"Oh," Adam said, and the color drained from his face.

"So what've you tried sticking up there?" I asked, again.

For a moment Adam looked uncomfortable, but then said, "Well, my finger of
course."

"Of course," I said, encouragingly.  "What else?"

"Um...well, I've stuck the end of a thick sharpie marker up there, and
um... I've tried a candle, and um, a carrot once," Adam said, and he looked
sheepish again.

I grinned and said, "Me too."

"Huh?" Adam asked, looking confused.

Chuckling I said, "I've used all those things too.... and I've tried a
knockwurst, and a screwdriver handle, and a hammer handle, and OH!  My
mother had a vacuum cleaner once with a nice big, rubber-coated handle.
It's kinda fat, and hurt the first time I tried it, but once I figured out
to take my time and work up to it, and greased it up good, I found that was
awesome!"

"You mean the vacuum cleaner in her cellar?" Adam asked, with a strange
look on his face.

"Yeah, actually, I think she does still have it down there maybe, why?" I
said.

Adam's expression became mixd then and he gave a snort and said, "Um, I-I
kinda tried it too!"

"Really?" I asked, incredulously.

"Yeah," Adam said.  "But like you said, it was kinda fat and hurt a little.
Especially when it finally shoved through my hole!"

"Yeah," I said.  "So, you didn't hurt yourself then?"

"No," Adam said, "although at first I thought I'd ripped my hole opene
wider than it should be!"

"I know what you mean," I said.  "But then I looked at the handle and
realized I've taken craps bigger than it, so if I could push a log out that
was bigger, I should be able to get that handle into me, so I worked at it,
and finally figured out that I had to start with something smaller, and
then try something thicker, until I worked my way up to it.  And it worked!
And then, once I got it up there and it felt OK, I had remembered using the
cleaner and feeling the handle vibrate when it was running, so I tried
turning it on. It didn't really vibrate enough to suit me, but it was
better than nothing, and I blew a huge load when I jacked off with it up my
ass and running!"

"Oh my God!" Adam cried, and he grabbed his cock, which was fully hard
again and gave it a squeeze.  "I can't wait to go home and give that a try
next time I go over to visit!  It sounds awesome!"

I laughed and said, "Well, remember - work up from something small to
something larger, and larger, and eventually the vacuum handle.  Don't
forget the lube too.  And um... probably not a good idea to turn it on
though if anyone's home.  They'll wonder what the hell you're vacuuming and
come looking for you.  No way do you want them to walk in on you when you
have that up your ass!"

Adam grinned and said, "Good thought.  Still... I can't wait to try
it... especially, cause it's something you've had up your ass before too!"

I chuckled and felt my own cock starting to balloon up again.

"So..." Adam said, and I saw he noticed I was hardening again.  "W-would
you fuck me now?"

I chuckled and said, "How about we wait just a little while on that.
Besides, we should be good and clean for that.  How about we go take a
shower, grab a bite to eat, and by then, we'll both be clean and ready for
more action."

Adam grinned and said, "Cool... um... can we shower together though?  Like
married people do?"

I chuckled and said, "I kinda thought that's what you'd wanta do!"

We got up then and headed for the bathroom.  As Adam dashed out the door, I
quickly reached into my bedside drawer and grabbed one of my smaller, dick
shaped vibrators.

                    * * *

"What's that?" Adam asked, when he saw my toy in my hand as I followed him
into the bathroom.

I grinned and said, "Something I think you'll enjoy better than anything
else you've tried on yourself so far."

Adam's cock went very rigid for a second, then relaxed slightly, as he
grinned at me.  I could see a wanton look had formed in his eyes as well.

Grinning yet, Adam stepped into the shower, which was an over-sized,
custom-built, shower stall.  It was fully tiled, and had glass doors that
covered the entire front wall.  There were three shower heads, all of which
had hand-held attachments, with varying pulsating heads.  I usually spent a
good amount of time in my shower enjoying myself once or twice a day.  I
couldn't believe I was going to enjoy it then with my hot little nephew!

I turned on and adjusted the water, then we both got wet.  I reached up
then, and paused the waterflow, so we didn't use up all the hot water, and
reached for a bottle of body shampoo.

"Let me wash you," I said, to Adam, who grinned gratefully at me.

Quickly I filled my hands with body wash, then began working on Adam, from
the head down.  As my hands slid all over Adam's smooth slick body, both
his and my cocks danced with joy.

"I love how your hands feel on me," he oozed, when I began gently fondling
his soapy cock and balls, and the groove of his ass.

"And I love how your body feels," I replied, as his penis danced in my
hand, while I masturbated him for a moment.

Finally, I couldn't take it any longer, I was so fucking horned up, that
all I wanted to do was go down on Adam's boy pussy!  Quickly I rinsed him
clean, then paused the water again and told him to turn around, lean
forward, grab the safety bars in front of him, and spread his feet apart.
Smiling, adam did as I said.

I squatted down behind him then, and put a hand on each of his buttocks and
spread them completely open.

Adam's asshole was beautiful.  The skin inside his buttocks was smooth,
blending in the center into a tight little button hole shaped opening,
which was a little darker pink and lightly puckered.  I think he was
expecting my vibrator, because he gasped and sounded shocked when I leaned
in and began licking him.  Within seconds though, his surprise wore off,
and he began groaning passionately, as I lapped away at his little boy
cunt.

"AWWWwww...fucckkk..." he gasped when I eventually pressed directly on his
anus with the tip of my tongue, and a moment later, finally pierced through
his sphincter.

"Oh My Gooddddd!" he groaned, a little incredulously, as my tongue
continued sliding through his anus, invading his rectum, as far up into him
as as I could shove it.

I could tell that Adam was again shocked, and was craning around to look
down at me as I began to tongue fuck him.

Within seconds though, he'd turned back to face the wall, relaxed, and was
standing still, thoroughly enjoying what I was doing to him.

It didn't take long before he began to get more excited.  I heard him began
gasping softly, and his sphincter began clamping firmly around my tongue.
I decided then to switch over to my dildo.

"Ohhhhh..." Adam whined in a sad tone, obviously disappointed, when I
pulled out of him.

"Hang on," I said, snickering, as Adam craned to look down at me again,
while I quickly popped open the top of a bottle of lube and poured some of
it onto the vibrator.

Quickly I held the tip of the well-lubed toy up to Adam's hole, and began
gently pressing forward.  As I did, I glanced quickly up at him, and Adam
was grinning down at me.  As I looked back at his ass, and gently began to
press my toy into it, Adam turned to face the wall again.  Because of all
the action I'd given him with my tongue, Adam's hole quickly and easily
opened up and accepted the dildo.

"AAAWWwwwwmmmm..." Adam groaned happily, as my toy, fluidly, and quickly,
slid all the way up into him.

"OOhhhhhhHHHHH!!!!!" he gasped, gradually getting louder, as I turned it
on, and slowly twisted the knob, until it was vibrating at full strength,
pulsating against his prostate gland.

Gently for a while then, I fucked Adam with the vibrator, and he thoroughly
enjoyed every moment of it.

"Turn around so I can suck you too!" I said, finally.

Quickly, Adam, who was grinning, straightened up, and turned around, while
I held the vibrator, which was still going, firmly in his ass as he shifted
around.  As Adam spread his legs apart, I dropped from a squatting
position, so that I was kneeling in front of him.  I reached between his
legs then for the end of the vibrator that I was still holding shoved up
his ass, with my arm wrapped around him.  Letting go with one hand, and
taking the toy with my hand I'd just shoved through his legs, I began
fucking Adam with the dildo again.  At the same time, I went down on his
rigid cock again as well, using my hand at the hairy base of it.
Instantly, as he gasped again, I tasted Adam's saltiness.

Quickly Adam grabbed the safety bars again, clutching at them for support,
as he began moaning happily while I fell into a steady rhythm, sucking on
him, and fucking him with the vibrator.

I was mildly surprised when after a minute or so, as I began tasting more
of his precum, and was noticing that his body was tensing up, Adam placed a
hand on my head and pushed me off his cock.

"Will you fuck me now???" he asked, a little breathlessly, as I looked up
at him and saw him looking desperately down at me.

I was so horny by then, and he obviously needed me badly right then. that I
no longer cared about waiting to make his first real penile penetration
absolutely perfect for him.  I grinned and nodded, and gently pulled the
vibrator from Adam's ass, as he smiled gratefully down at me.

"Turn around and bend over again, like you were before, when I was rimming
you," I said.

Quickly, as I lubed my rock-hard penis, Adam spun around and faced the
wall, spreading his feet apart.  As I stepped up behind him, he firmly
gripped the safety bars.

Smiling, I reached down and held the lower portion of his buttocks
completely open with one hand, while with the other, I directed my tool,
pressing the slippery tip of it up to Adam's pulsating opening.  Gently, as
he leaned further forward, still using his hands to hang onto the safety
bar, but letting his forearms rest on it, then resting his forehead on his
wrist, I began to push my hips forward.

As I pressed into Adam just a little, I was surprised, because I'd just
been using my dildo on him, that I suddenly felt quite a bit of resistance.
Obviously he was nervous.  Probably because my penis was a bit larger than
the dildo.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to - just say so.  But, if you
do want to do it, you have to relax," I said. "Otherwise it won't go in."

"Oh!" Adam said, and I noticed some of the tension in his muscles drain
away.  "Sorry.  Try again."

Slowly again I began to push.  This time, the resistance was less, so I
pushed just a little harder.

"Just keep relaxed, and once I'm in, it won't be bad," I said.

Adam must've relaxed even a bit more, because as I continued pushing, all
his resistance suddenly vanished, and instantly, I burst through his
sphincter and began to slide into him.

"OOHHHH!!!" Adam cried loudly, and I instantly stopped moving, with just
the head of my cock, and about an inch of the shaft stuck inside him.

"YOu OK?" I asked, worried.

Adam didn't say anything for a moment, and I saw he was cringing, and I
figured we'd best abort.  Just as I was going to pull back out of him
though, in a gasping tone, Adam said, "It's OK.  Don't pull out.  Just wait
a sec."

"YOu sure?" I asked, not moving afterall.

"Yeah, I just need to get used to it a minute," he said, in his normal
tone.  Then in somewhat of an incredulous tone, he added "You're a lot
bigger than anything I've ever tried putting up there!"

I couldn't help chuckling at Adam's remark about my size, and even he
looked back at me then and smiled.

For several seconds then, we stood there, Adam bent over with the end of my
cock embedded in his ass, until finally he said, "OK, go ahead and start
pushing again."

"OK," I said.  "But if you want me to stop, just say so."

"It'll be OK - I think," Adam said, and I heard him breathe out a little
harder than usual through his nose.

Very slowly and gently then, I began to press forward, and slowly my penis
slid up into Adam's ass!  Adam never stopped me, nor did he seem in any
pain, so I continued slowly and gently pushing forward, until finally, my
pubic bone pressed firmly up against his ass, crushing my pubic hair
between us.  My cock was completely stuffed up inside my nephew's ass!

I smiled as I felt Adam's anal muscles attempting to clamp around me.

"Damn!" Adam declared, sounding quite pleased.  "I can't believe you got it
all the way in!"

"How's it feel?" I asked, as I slid my hands up his smooth back to his
shoulders and began giving him a gentle massage..

"Big!" he said, and he chuckled.  "It doesn't hurt though."

"Good!" I said.  "It's important that you not feel any pain during sex!"

"Well, I think you can start," Adam said.  "I'll tell you if I want you to
stop."

"OK," I said.  Slowly then, I pulled my hands back to his hips, and began
to withdraw back out of him.

I slowly pulled my hips backward, until nearly all of my dick was back out
of Adam.

"I feel so ... empty," he chuckled, as I paused a second.

"MMMMmmmmm..." Adam moaned happily, as, chuckling a little, I began slowly
pushing my way back up into him.

From then on, slowly for a while, I continued sliding sensually in and out
of Adam, causing both of us great delight.

After several repititions, I began to slowly, but steadily increase my
speed, so that shortly I was moving my hips back and forth at a relatively
good rate of speed.  Occasionally I felt Adam's sphincter tighten slightly,
around my shaft.  Each time, I flexed involuntarily, in response.

It wasn't too long before I noticed Adam's right hand had moved from the
safety bar.  A moment later, he had wrapped it around his penis, and had
begun pumping it.

For a minute or so then, I steadily fucked my nephew, and he jacked off in
time with my strokes in and out of him.  I could tell after a while that
like myself, Adam was steadily becoming increasingly more and more aroused!
His muscles had tightened up, and his breathing was heavier.  His grip on
his cock had tightened, and his hand was flying back and forth at a good
rate of speed.  I sped up to match his strokes then, which merely served to
cause both of us to become still more excited.  I could feel my orgasm
beginning to build, and expected Adam was having similar feelings too.

As I felt my climax beginning to approach more quickly, I forgot about
taking it easy on Adam because he was a virgin.  All I could think of by
then was how much I wanted to blow my hot load deep inside him, and
hopefully, at the same time, cause him to get off as well!  Automatically,
I began fucking him faster and harder!

Adam didn't seem to care that I had stopped being careful with him.  If
anything he seemed to appreciate it and became more excited himself, and
quickly began beating off even faster!

Within seconds, both of us were grunting periodically, and gasping for
breath as I pounded in and out of Adam's ass, and he pounded his fist up
and down his stiff rod, just like we'd been fucking each other that way for
years, and the rougher it was, the better we liked it!

I was almost at my peak, and suddenly really began rutting in and out of
poor Adam's tender hole.  At the same time, his hand began flying even
faster, and I could see his nostrils were wide open, and so was his mouth
as his lungs began screaming for air, and I knew at that point, that like
me, he too was both desperate to get off, yet trying his damnedest to hold
off as long as possible, so that when he did blow, it would be the best
orgasm possible!  And then, beneath me, as my own body began to tense up
fully, I felt Adam's muscles tightening the same way as well.

A couple seconds later, I heard Adam whimper desperately in a high-pitched
tone, ever so softly, and a split second later, he suddenly instantly
tensed very hard, gripping at my dick with his asshole, and he cried out,
as a huge stream of hot semen shot out of his cock.

The onset of my nephew's orgasm as I fucked him, caused me to blow over the
edge as well, and as he spasmed and cried out a second time, I too tensed
and gasped, and released a river of molten jism from my loins, flooding
Adam's insides!  I groaned happily and relaxed for just a split second,
before my next spasm began.

"OOOOHhhhhhh..." Adam groaned passionately then, as he again sprayed the
wall and floor with his love juice, gripping at my dick at the same time.

I groaned in response, and blew more cum deep into his intestines.  His
insides felt very sloshy then as I pulled out of him, and immediately
slammed myself back up into him.

"MMmmmmmmm..." Adam moaned, as his sphincter feebily clenched at me then
relaxed yet again, and I too groaned and pumped still more spunk into him.

For a few more seconds, as I continued rutting away on the boy, and he
continued pumping his prick, we both spasmed joyously a few more times.

At about the same time, both of our orgasms finally began to slow down, and
automatically, Adam's hand movements slowed, and so did my hips.

For a few more seconds, I pumped slowly in and out of Adam yet, and he
continued gently squeezing and tugging on himself.

Although it shouldn't have surprised me, it did, when a moment later,
Adam's entire body trembled a little violently, and he gasped slightly.  I
realized he was having his last post orgasmic spasm, expelling the dregs of
his semen from his cock.

Excited by Adam's last tremor, I too flexed, and felt my own final
ejaculation as well.

"Holy Fuck!" Adam declared in a somewhat hoarse gasp, his hand finally
falling from his penis, which I expected finally was starting to shrink.

"Yeah," I oozed, as I stopped fucking Adam, and leaned over him, wrapping
my arms around his middle, and pulling him up to me in a hug.

"That was so fucking awesome!" he declared, as I gave him a loving squeeze,
and he snuggled up to me.

"Glad you liked it, I thought it was pretty awesome too!" I said, panting a
little, but grinning.  I leaned around to his side a little and nibbled
gently on the back of his ear, causing him to giggle slightly, before I let
him go.

"Is it always that good?" Adam asked, increduloulsly then.

"It can be," I said.  "You just have to be with the right person, and take
your time and truly do what you think will feel the best for each other."

I could see Adam grinning at the floor, as he continued leaning against the
safety bar, while I hugged him from behind.  I could feel his legs
trembling a little as they pressed against mine, and I could also feel his
sphincter clamping a little every few seconds, around my softening dick.

For about a minute we stood there that way, still coupled, with Adam held
snuggly in my embrace from behind, neither of us speaking, as we slowly
recovered our strength, and enjoyed the warmth of our closeness.  Finally,
my dick had shrunk enough, that when Adam flexed again at one point, he
forced it out of his ass.

"Oh!" he said, sounding disappointed.

Chuckling, I let go of Adam then, and stood up, stepping back from him.

As Adam straightened up and turned to face me, I noticed numerous streaks
and spots of semen all over the wall and floor in front of him.  I was a
little surprised by the look on his face when he looked up at me.  He was
very serious, and his eyes were large, and glistening.

"Thank you so much Uncle Dave!" he gasped after looking at me for a moment.
Then, he stepped over to me and wrapped his arms around me, burying his
face against my chest.  "Thank you for making that so awesome for me!  I
love you so much!"

Suddenly I felt myself tearing up as I hugged him back.  I pushed my mouth
to his ear and whispered "I love you too Bubba!  And you made it just as
great for me too - so thank you too!"

For a moment, we just stood there crushing our naked bodies together in a
loving embrace.

When we finally parted, Adam was grinning from ear to ear, and I was too.

"Let's get cleaned up now," I said.

As I reached up though to turn the water back on, Adam suddenly got a
funny, concerned look on his face.

"You better go ahead without me.  I think I'm gonna have diarrhea1" he
cried, and quickly he burst through the shower door and leaped over to the
toilet and sank down on it.

I couldn't help smirking as I looked over at him, which caused him to look
hurt for a moment.  Quickly though he cringed slightly, and I could tell he
was defecating.

For a moment, his face relaxed, and he looked relieved, but a moment later,
he cringed again and said, "Ewwww!!!"

Chuckling, I opened the shower door and said, "So... I guess my stuff's
leaking back out of you?"

"I guess," Adam responded.  "I took a big crap, but now it's guck drooling
out of me."

I chuckled again and told him to relax and sit there, and that in a few
minutes, it'd be over.  He shot me an annoyed glance, but then, sighed and
relaxed.

I stood for a couple minutes then, watching him and waiting, til finally,
he started to unroll some toilet paper and announced he felt like he was
empty.

Adam wiped his ass, then stood up, unrolled some more toilet paper, and
squatting a bit, cleaned himself some more, then dropped the soiled paper
in the toilet and flushed.

"Wow!" he said, as he padded back into the shower stall with me.  "I didn't
expect that!"

Chuckling, I told him that whenever he took a load up the ass, if there was
enough jism involved, he might have a similar occurrence.

"Hmmm..." was all he said.  I could tell he wasn't very thrilled by the
prospect.

Chuckling, I suggested we finish showering, and reached up and turned on
the water.

I thought maybe Adam's episode on the toilet would've caused him to lose a
little steam, and that he'd probably wash himself, but as soon as I had
gotten wet, he grabbed the body wash from me and announced he'd take care
of me.  By the time Adam was done, I was squeaky clean all over, and very
hard!  I believe he figured we'd just have sex again, but I stopped him and
told him to get wet, which he did.  Then I washed him, similarly to how
he'd washed me, making sure though to be gentle, though thorough, with his
ass.  He was appreciative of my efforts, and when I finished rinsing him,
he was stiff as a board as well.

Together then, with our hardons bobbing in front of us, we got out of the
shower, and each dried ourselves off.  Both of us lost some of our rigidity
by then, so I quickly suggested we grab some lunch, which Adam, whose
stomach I heard growling, easily agreed to.

"Do we have to bother dressing though?" he asked, as I started discussing
what we had in the kitchen to eat.

I laughed and told him that we could be nudists if he wanted, and his grin
broadened.  At the same time, his dick hardened up all the way again too!

                          * * *

I'd bought cold cuts, bread, chips and soda on our way into the city, so we
were well stocked.  Together we pulled all of the provisions out of the
refrigerator and cupboards and put them on the table.  Then, naked, we sat
down and started making sandwiches.  For a couple minutes, until we'd each
downed one sandwich, we didn't speak.  We were both too hungry.  As Adam
began making himself a second sandwich though, he looked at me and grinned.

"This has to be the best Christmas present I'll ever get!" he said,
beaming.

I chuckled and said, "Well... I didn't expect what we did to happen.  I
thought it was just going to be a fun visit to the city for you.  But... I
gotta say... I think your present has turned out to be a present to me too!
We have had an awesome morning, huh?"

"Best ever!" Adam oozed.  Then as he poised to bite into his second
sandwich, he asked, "So what're we doing after lunch?"

I swallowed the last of my first sandwich, and as I reached for some more
bread, I smiled and asked Adam what he wanted to do.

As he chewed on a huge bite of sandwich, he couldn't help grinning.  He
quickly pushed himself in his chair back from the table with his feet, and
motioned downward into his lap.  I snorted when I saw his rigid cock
standing at attention.

"Yeah," I said.  "That's kinda what I figured you'd wanta do!"

"Ammd ou bon'd??" he asked, his mouth full.  I took him to be asking "And
you don't?"

Snickering, I pushed back and displayed my own stiffness for him to see.

Adam cracked up laughing then, nearly choking on his food, as watched,
mildly concerned that I might have to heimlich him. He was still chuckling
a moment later though, when he finally swallowed what was in his mouth.

"I was so hoping you'd agree!" he said, grinning at me, his eyes sparkling.

"Well," I said, getting serious.  "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to
do it with you again.  What we did earlier was absolutely awesome Adam, and
I'd love to do it with you like that several times a day, everyday for the
rest of my life!"

"That's exactly how I feel!" Adam cried, grinning jubilantly, his eyes
glistening even more.  I thought maybe he was getting tears in them.

"We need to discuss this though," I said, still serious.  "While it was
awesome, what we did wasn't exactly a good thing."

"What do you mean?" Adam asked, suddenly confused, and looking a little
worried.

"Listen Bubba," I said.  "I love you very much, and I know you love me too.
And what we did was really awesome.  We weren't just having sex.  We were
pretty much making love to each other, and that's exactly how it should
always be when you have sex with someone.  So for that reason, it was good.
And understand this - what wasn't so good about what we did has nothing to
do with the fact we're two guys and it was gay.  There's nothing wrong with
being gay!  The point is, I'm an adult, and you're not yet.  And... on top
of it - you're my nephew too!"

"That's shit!" Adam burst out.  "So what that you're my uncle!  You love me
and I love you, and we were both showing each other just how much!  So,
what's the problem with that?  And I'm almost 15 - I'm almost all grown up!
It's not like I'm a little kid who doesn't know what he wants.  I really
wanted to do it, and you know that!  I know there're laws against adults
doing it with kids though!  But, I love you Unca D!  I'll never tell a soul
what we did, and you know I mean that!  I'd never let you get in any kind
of trouble!  Especially when all you did was love me so much!  So, stop
worrying about it!  Forget I'm not grown up yet.  Nobody will ever know
about what we're doing!  And you better not say we have to stop now
either!"

Adam looked very determinedly at me then, and I could see he was searching
my face as if he could read on it how I was going to respond.

He relaxed a little when I couldn't help a slight, somewhat sad smile from
spreading over my lips.

"I do love you more than you can possibly imagine," I said, smiling a
little more broadly, and instantly bringing a smile to Adam's lips, and a
sparkle to his eye again.  "And, yes, the way you see it and explained it,
seem to make it all seem OK.  Still, there are a couple of reasons that
aren't so obvious, that could cause us problems.  Maybe not if we were to
stop now.  But if we were to keep going, in the future they could cause us
big problems."

The smile faded rapidly from Adam's face, and he looked both petulent, and
betrayed, as he stared back at me.

"The reason it's wrong for an adult to have sex with a kid is because kids
brains aren't completely developed yet, like adults' brains are, and they
don't think the same way," I said.  "An adult has more knowledge and
experience than a kid, and pretty much knows exactly what he wants.  Kids
haven't learned as much yet, and while at the time they may think they know
what they want, when they finally finish growing up, their ideas may have
changed due to the extra knowledge and experiences they've had as they've
finished growing up.  So... while right now, you may think you're gay and
want to just be with guys, and that you really liked what we did, when
you're older, that might change, and you might be sorry I allowed us to
have sex together."

I was surprised when Adam suddenly began laughing.

A few seconds later, still chuckling, and wiping his right eye with the
back of his hand, Adam's smile faded, and he looked seriously at me and
said, "Uncle Dave.  Seriously?  You know me better than anyone else on the
planet does.  Can you tell me that you truly feel I'm going to suddenly
turn straight?  I mean look at me!  There's nothing at all about me that's
straight!  I don't like girls - never have, and just the thought of even
trying to do anything with a girl turns my stomach!  So that argument is
crap.  I'm a fag, and I'll always be one!  And there's no way I'll ever be
sorry for what we did together!  Today's been the most awesome day of my
life!"

As Adam looked me directly in the eye, I waited a couple of seconds,
gathering my thoughts.

"OK," I said, finally.  "First of all - you are not a FAG!  You are gay.
Never use that term to describe yourself or anyone else who's gay.  It
makes it seem as if you're disrespecting yourself and any other gays. Now,
about what you said about yourself, I'll admit, I know you're gay, and
because I am too, I do understand what you're saying.  I do believe you
will always be gay.  Still, there could be reasons when you're older that
you might be sorry we did what we did, and in the end, because I'm the
adult, I should bear the blame for it - not you. ... I have to admit
though, I remember how I felt about things at your age, and honestly, after
this morning, I wish I had had an uncle like me when I was your age, to
show me the ropes, like I showed you!  So... I can understand why you feel
you'll never be sorry about it.  And I expect that you never will be."

"Thank you," Adam said, smiling just a little.

"That's not all though," I said.

"Fuck!" Adam swore softly, and he sank back against the back of the chair,
and gave me an annoyed look.

"You swear too much," I said, suddenly changing the subject.  "Your mother
isn't going to like it!"

Adam looked surprised and confused for a moment.

"I only swear when I'm alone, or with you really," he said, finally.  "I-I
thought I could be myself around you."

"You can," I said.  "I swear too, but I'm careful who I do it in front of.
I don't really care if you swear when you're alone or with me, but be
careful not to get too used to it, or you'll forget and swear in front of
the wrong people sometime."

"I'll be careful," Adam said.

"Anyway," I said.  "I get that this morning was wonderful for you, and it
was for me too.  I'm sure you learned a few things, and we both know it
felt awesome.  And, I think it brought us even closer to each other
emotionally too - which is really cool!"

Adam smiled again.

Before he could say anything, I quickly continued.  "I can tell you want
more, that you think that since we've done it once and there were no
problems, we should be able to keep on doing it.  And I know you've got the
physical urges too of course.  And, I'm not going to lie to you - I do too.
If we were to have sex again after this, it would be harder to not have it
again after that, and again after that, and so on.  And while it might not
do any real damage at first, if we were to fall into a pattern of always
having sex together, eventually, down the road I can see that there'd
probably be some problems.  Big problems that could ruin our relationship."

"What do you mean?" Adam asked, looking surprisingly concerned for once.

"If we were to keep on having sex," I said, "both of us would expect it
everytime we got together, and we'd probably find a way to get together and
have sex.  But, each time our visits were over, I'd be back in the City,
and you'd be up home, and we'd each be alone.  It'd be very frustrating for
both of us to not be able to be together."

"But," Adam interupted, looking confused.  "Wouldn't it be better to at
least have those times together, than never to be together again?  I think
I'd be more frustrated if we stopped altogether, and I had no hope of us
ever doing it again."

I thought a moment, and let the air out of my lungs.

"Well," I said.  "Yeah, in a way, that's true, but, there's more to it than
just that too.  Right now we see each other about one weekend a month.
Let's say we did keep on messing around whenever we got to see each other.
All those days - no - weeks - during the month that we couldn't be together
would be hard to handle."

"That's what hand jobs are for," Adam quipped.

"True," I agreed.  "But, as you grow older, you're going to want more, and
at the same time you'll be forming new friendships, and eventually, you'll
meet a guy who's gay, who you are attracted to.  What are you going to do
about that?"

Adam snorted and said, "In case you hadn't noticed, I have no friends. And
I seriously doubt I'm suddenly going to start making any."

"You keep putting yourself down too much," I said, again changing the
subject for a moment.  "We're gonna talk about that more later, so you
really come to understand what I mean, but for now you just need to know
that I do not see you as anything other than a normal teenage boy - albeit
one who's gay, but otherwise Adam, you're really just a normal guy.  You do
not wreak of homosexuality as you seem to feel you do.  Honestly, if
someone meets you, I don't see how they'd think you were gay.  You don't
act it in a stereotypical way at all.  So unless you tell someone you're
gay, they're not going to know.  They could start to wonder after a while,
why you don't have a girlfriend I suppose, because you're a really handsome
guy.  But seriously Adam, you need to stop thinking about yourself so
negatively.  And, you need to open up a little, and let other people into
your life - I think you yourself are the only reason you don't have any
friends.  I
 think you're afraid of taking the chance of being shot down, so you don't
even try.  It's not your fault man... it's all the bullying you went
through.  I'm so sorry that's happened to you.  Later on we can talk about
this some more, and maybe I can help you figure out how to loosen up a
little bit, so you can try to make some friends.  It'll be hard at first,
but, I think you can do it."

When I paused, Adam was looking at me with big, sad eyes, and I thought I
could see his chin trembling slightly.  Smiling sadly, I leaned over and
kissed him on the forehead.

When I sat back upright, I said, "Like I said, that's another conversation
- one we'll have later.  For now though, I need to finish explaining to you
why it might be a bad idea if we keep on having sex... Like I said before,
if we keep on doing it whenever we see each other, and there are big gaps
of time between our visits together, you'll eventually meet other guys, and
sooner or later, one of them, or more, will be gay, and you'll be drawn to
them.  What'll happen then, if you really want to start a relationship with
another boy your own age, who's really hot, and wants to be with you too?"

Adam looked at me for a moment, uncertain about how to respond.

"Exactly my point," I said.  "You won't know what to do.  You won't know if
you should go ahead and get involved with the boy, and if you do, you might
feel guilty, like you're cheating on me.  And, it's not just a problem for
you either.  What if I meet a guy and want to be with him?  How would you
feel if I suddenly showed up at home for a visit, and I suddenly have a new
boyfriend with me?  I think you'd feel hurt and betrayed - at least a
little.  And if this happened, I think it could hurt our relationship."

For a moment, Adam just looked at me.  I could see he was thinking hard,
but I also saw a bit of sadness in his eyes.  Apparently, finally one of my
arguments made sense to him.

"Well..." he said, "What if I never end up with a boyfriend, and you and me
don't keep doing it?  All I'll ever have is my hand and a few toys maybe
then."

Poor Adam looked forlorn at that point.

Sighing, I said, "I don't think that'll be the case.  You're too good
looking, and too nice.  You'll eventually find a nice guy.  I'm sure of it.
Besides, being alone isn't awful.  I haven't been in a relationship in a
while myself.  I'm OK."

"Yeah," Adam said.  "Why is that?  You're a hunk and a really nice guy too.
How come you don't have a boyfriend?"

I couldn't help smiling and snorting a little myself over Adam's suddenly
changing the subject.

"Well," I said.  "I haven't met the right guy yet I
guess... although... there was this new hair stylist at the hair place when
I was there last time.  He cut my hair, and it was obvious he's gay, and it
seemed he liked me too.  I felt his hardon press against my thigh a couple
times!"

"Really?" Adam asked incredulously.  "Did you do anything about it?"

"Couldn't," I said.  "There were too many people around."

"Well, didn't you go back?" he asked, still incredulous.

"No, not yet," I said.

"Well you need to!" He cried, smiling.  "Maybe you two could get together!"

I paused and looked curiously at my nephew for a moment.

"Really?" I asked.  "You want me to try and find a boyfriend?"

"Sure!" Adam said.  "Why wouldn't I?"

"Well," I said.  "That's exactly my point.  If I found a boyfriend,
wouldn't I have to be faithful to him?  That would mean you and me couldn't
have sex anymore!"

Adam thought for a minute, but then surprisingly said, "But, you'd have a
boyfriend you could be with all the time, and you'd be happy!  Wouldn't
that be better?"

"Well..." I said.  "For me it would be, but, you'd get left out in the cold
without me."

"Well," Adam said.  "You just said we only see each other about once a
month now anyway, so, really, it wouldn't seem much different I don't
think.  The only thing I'd miss would be if you didn't spend time with me
anymore... I mean - I'd still want you to come visit.  I know we couldn't
do it anymore, but I'd still get to spend some time with you right?"

"Always!" I said.  "As far as I'm concerned, that will never change.  I'll
always want to spend time with you!"

"Well," Adam said.  "Then I'd have no trouble with you getting a boyfriend.
Even if it means we have to stop having sex.  But... why do we have to stop
before you get one?  I still can't see why it's a problem if we have sex,
as long as you don't have a boyfriend.  And if you do get one, we can stop
then!"

"What about if you got a boyfriend?" I asked.

"Well," Adam said.  "I guess we'd have to stop then too, but seriously, I
don't see that happening."

"Really?" I asked.

"Really!" Adam said.  "And I really think you're worrying way too much
about ruining me if we keep doing it.  I'm fine.  After this morning I'm
way more than fine.  And, I don't see us having a problem if we keep doing
it.  In fact, I think I'd only be upset if we suddenly stopped now for no
reason.  If one of us gets a boyfriend or something, well, we can stop
then.  I promise Unca D, I'm OK with it!"

For a moment I sat there just looking at my incredible nephew, who I loved
more than life itself, and as I contemplated him, I realized that he was
telling me the truth about his thoughts and feelings about us, and in my
heart, I knew that if we were to continue being intimate together, that
while one day, if either of us became involved with someone else, it might
be bitter sweet for us to have to stop having relations ourselves, I didn't
think it would damage our relationship at all.  I realized that Adam wanted
me to be happy, just as I wanted him to be.

Suddenly, Adam grinned devilishly, and popped out of his chair, and sank to
his knees in front of me.  Gently he pushed my legs apart and a moment
later, I felt him pick up my penis, which had softened during our
conversation.  Then, his hot, wet mouth sucked it in.  Instantly, as he
masticated on it a moment, I began to stiffen.  As soon as I was
semi-erect, Adam began sliding up and down on me, and I knew, there was no
way I was ever going to be able to stop either of us from wanting to be
together.

I let Adam suck me to complete hardness, and continue sliding up and down
me for a few seconds.  Smiling then, I reached down and pulled Adam's head
off me.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," I suggested.

Adam grinned up at me with wet lips, and instantly stood up.  As he did,
his rock hard cock appeared right in front of me.  Grinning, I quickly
grabbed it and started sucking on it, causing Adam to gasp happily.

A few seconds later, he said, "So I thought we were going to the bedroom!"

I backed off Adam, and chuckled and said, "OK.  Let me just shove the food
in the fridge first though."

Quickly we picked up the kitchen, then both grinning, we dashed to my
bedroom.

                            * * *

"So, what should we do?" Adam asked.

"How, 'bout we '69' a while first, then, I wondered if you wanted to try
fucking me?" I suggested.

"Really?" Adam asked, obviously surprised.

"If you want," I said.  "Your choice."

"Well, maybe I should try it," he said, smiling.  "I think I'm gonna like
having you inside me better though."

"Well, let's see," I said.

"'K," Adam said, grinning.

I crawled onto the bed then and showed Adam how to lay upside down to me.
A moment later, having already taken Adam's member into my mouth, I felt
him go down on me as well.

For a few minutes, we relaxed then, sensually sucking on each other.  As we
did, I fondled Adam, sliding my hands over his smooth thighs, and buttocks,
carressing his balls, and eventually, sliding a finger back and forth
through his anal groove, gently rubbing his anus.  As I did all of this,
Adam immitated me, doing the same to me.

Eventually, I felt my orgasm beginning to form, and could tell Adam was
getting hotter as well. I backed off him then, and suggested that it would
be a good time for him to try fucking me if he wanted to.

"'K," Adam said, pulling off me, smiling.

Smiling, I reached for the lube and gave it to him.

"How 'bout we try doggie-style?" I suggested.

"'K," Adam said, again.  His nostrils were flaring a bit.

"Remember to use a lubed finger on me a little first, so I'm loosened up,"
I told him, as I got on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed.

"I will," Adam said, grinning, as he climbed over my leg and got onto his
knees while I spread my legs apart.

"OH!" I gasped a moment later, when suddenly I felt my nephew's hot wet
tongue slide over my pucker.  I hadn't expected him to try rimming me!  His
tongue felt great though.

"MMmmmmmm..." I moaned, as he began firmly licking me.

For a minute or so, Adam licked me all over between my buttocks, as I'd
done for him earlier, concentrating for the most part on my opening.  I was
surprised, and gasped again when he eventually formed his tongue into a
spear, and pierced through my sphincter.  For a half minute or so, Adam
tongue-fucked me then.

"Ready for my finger?" he asked shortly, having finally pulled his tongue
out of my asshole.

"Lube it up and go for it," I replied, looking back at him, grinning.  I
couldn't wait to feel him prodding my prostate!

"Oh my God!" I gasped a moment later, when I felt him slide his long,
slender, well-lubed digit easily through my buttonhole, all the way into
me, until his fingertip poked my gland.

"MMMMMmmmmmm" I moaned, then, when Adam began gently massaging my internal
nut!  For a while then, I enjoyed Adam's finger sliding in and out of me,
and I could tell that Adam was enjoying making me happy as well.
Eventually, I asked him to add a second finger, which he did, after
squirting a bit more lube on both of them.

For a time then, I gasped and grunted, while Adam continued fingering me.

Again though, I began to feel an orgasm forming, so I turned and looked
back at the boy, who was intently watching what he was doing to me, and
said, "You'd best lube up and start fucking me if you're going to now!"

Smiling again, Adam withdrew his fingers from me, and quickly lubricated
his hardon, then positioned himself directly behind me and held the tip of
his cock up to my hole.  Gently then, he began pushing, and I quickly did
my best to relax.

"Awwww!!" I half gasped, half grunted, when suddenly I felt the head of my
nephew's penis enter me.  I groaned happily, as he gently pushed his entire
length all the way into me then!

"How's it feel?" I asked, as he halted for a moment, with his entire tool
stuffed up my ass.

"Kinda hotter than I thought it would, but really good too!" Adam said,
causing me to snicker.

"Well, whenever you're ready," I said.

Adam chuckled, then began to pull his hips backward.

"Ohhhhh..." I moaned happily, when he finally reversed direction, and I
began to feel his tool re-entering me.  Although his shaft was just a
little smaller than my favorite dildo, because it was a real cock - my
beloved nephew's real cock - it felt so much better than those times I
shoved my toy up myself, and almost immediately I began to feel my orgasm
forming.

For several strokes, Adam moved slowly, gently long-dicking me.  His
stiffness gliding in and out of me felt very sensual.

Apparently Adam was enjoying the feeling of a warm, tight tunnel fully
enveloping him as well, because it wasn't long before I sensed the telltale
signs that he too was getting more excited.

First, I felt his hands tighten ever so slightly on my hips, each of which
he was holding firmly.  Then, I felt him beginning to speed up his strokes.
Soon I began to notice that his respiration rate had increased as well.

As I felt my nephew getting more and more aroused, and his cock raked back
and forth over and over my prostate gland, I too became more and more
excited, and it wasn't long before I reached for my own penis and began
stroking it in time with Adam's strokes in and out of me.

For about a minute we both seemed to level off, and Adam steadily fucked
me, and I jerked off.  After that though, I noticed Adam speeding up, and
taking a little less care.  His hands tightened a little more on my hips
and he was shoving his cock in and out of me quicker and harder - more like
a true "top" fucks a "bottom".  I felt my orgasm starting to build then,
and sensed that Adam's was as well.  His breathing was harder, raspier, and
faster, and his hips were moving quickly.  I could feel him flexing inside
me every so often too.  Naturally, I began flexing more myself.

Very soon, I began to feel the final build up of my orgasm, and my body
began to tighten up.  I was breathing heavily myself then, and my hand
began to fly up and down my shaft even faster.  Adam sensed my heightened
excitement, and began slamming himself in and out of my hole.  His cock was
twitching all the time then, and his balls stopped slapping against my
perineum like they had been when he first began fucking me and his scrotum
was slack.  Obviously, Adam's testicles had pulled up to his body by then,
as his body prepared for his orgasm.

Within seconds, Adam began really pounding in and out of me, and gasping
for breath.  I too began pumping my penis even harder.

"AAAwwww!!!" Adam gasped in a high-pitched cry, and a second later, as he
continued rutting in and out of me, I felt like he'd injected an additional
large amount of lubricant into my rectum.

Feeling the onset of Adam's orgasm, caused me to climax as well, and as he
came again, my own orgasm started too!

"Ohhhhmmmmm!!!" I groaned, as I blew a stream of jism onto the bed, while
Adam moaned and pumped more of his deep inside me.

"Unnnhhh!!" Adam grunted the third time he shot his load into me.  It was
as if I was a donut he was filling with cream!

Adam continued fucking me and I kept on jacking off, til a few seconds
later, both of us began to wind down.  Adam slowed down a bit, and so did
I.  We both spasmed a couple more times, then finally, our orgasms ended.
Adam had learned well from me though, and as I gently pulled on my pud yet,
he too slowly slid his in and out of me yet.  Shortly, both of us were
rewarded with a final post-orgasmic spasm of pleasure, and we each leaked
the final bit of our semen.

"Wow!" Adam exclaimed, as he finally stretched out over my back and reached
around under me to hug me, as I'd done to him earlier.

"You can say that again," I said, and gave a chuckle.

"Wow!" Adam exclaimed again, then he snickered slightly as I chuckled
again.

"So, how'd you like being a 'top'?" I asked.  "Apparently you liked it well
enough - you sure filled me with juice!"

Adam snickered and said, "It was great!"

"Better than when you 'bottomed' for me?  Or not?" I asked.

As he relaxed on top of me, I could tell Adam was thinking.

Finally, he said, "Both were really awesome, but, as good as this was, I
think I really liked it better when you were fucking me!  Which do you like
better?"

"Well, I really enjoyed having you fuck me.  It's really nice to feel a
part of you inside me, but, usually, I prefer to be a 'top'," I said.

"Well, that works out pretty well then, huh?" Adam said.

"Guess so," I said, smiling.  I felt Adam's arms tighten around me for a
moment and relax again, in response.

A few seconds later, I pushed gently and 'pooped' Adam's penis, which had
become soft again, out of my ass.  Adam released me then and stood up
straight, and I straightened up myself.

"Think I'll go sit on the toilet for a couple minutes," I said, grimmacing
slightly, when I felt Adam's hot liquid beginning to drool out of me.

Adam snickered and followed me to the bathroom.  For a few minutes, I sat
draining.  Then, when I finally felt completely empty, I wiped, flushed,
and got up.

"Time for a shower!" I said.

We showered together again then, taking our time, and thoroughly enjoying
the feeling of each other's hands sliding around all over our slick bodies.
Of course we each spent a good amount of time washing each other's genitals
and butts, which we enjoyed even more.  By the time the water coming from
the spigots began to get cold, we were both hard and throbbing again.

Quickly we both dried off, then went back to the bedroom.  Rather than
getting dressed, I suggested Adam lay down on the bed and relax.  As I
crawled onto the bed too, he knowingly spread his legs for me, and I went
down on him.  I sucked on and carressed and fondled Adam for five minutes
or so, until eventually, he became very worked up, and exploded joyously,
flooding my mouth with more of his delicately salty semen.  After I'd
sucked the boy dry, he insisted we trade places, and a few minutes later,
he too was having a drink of my jism.

After Adam sucked me dry, he crawled up next to me and I took him in my
arms, and for a while, we lay together, quietly resting.  It wasn't too
long afterward, I realized Adam had drifted off to sleep.  Smiling, I
closed my eyes and apparently passed out as well.  The next thing I
remember was waking up to Adam's mouth sucking on my cock again.

I let him suck me to orgasm again, and then sucked him off as well.

Finally, as we lay next to each other, I noticed it was starting to get
dark outside already.

"I think we need to take a break!" I announced.

Adam looked curiously at me.

"Let's get dressed and go out and get something for supper, and maybe see a
movie," I suggested.

Adam was amenable to that, so that's what we did.

                       * * *

Later, when we came back to the apartment, it was getting late, so I
suggested we go to bed.

"Bed bed, or sex then bed?" Adam asked, looking hopefully at me.  Glancing
down I saw his crotch looked rather lumpy.

I snickered and said, "You're such a whore!"

Adam cracked up laughing then too.  When he quieted down though, I could
see he was still looking questioningly at me.  Snickering I said, "I'm just
as big a whore as you are!  C'mon, let's go get naked!"

Lauging again, Adam followed me to the bedroom.  Within seconds, we were
both naked again, and fully hard as well.

"So... will you fuck me again?" Adam asked, smiling hopefully at me.

"Sure," I said, smiling back at him.  His cock flexed violently for a
moment, as his smile broadened, causing my own cock tor respond in the same
way.

"Lay down," I said.

While I reached for a tube of lubricant, Adam quickly crawled onto the bed
and laid down in the middle of it, resting his head on a pillow.
Automatically, he spread his legs open for me, and laid there looking up at
me expectantly.

Grinning, I crawled onto the bed, between his legs, and kept on crawling
upward, until I was right on top of him.  Underneath me, I felt his hardon
rubbing against me, as I lowered my hips and ground my own into him.

"Mmm..." Adam moaned already, just at the touch of our bodies.

I looked down into Adam's eyes, then for a moment, and finally smiled a
little and said, "I love you so much Bubba!"

Adam smiled then and said, "I love you too Unca D!"

I leaned down then and kissed the boy tenderly on his lips, and he
responded by kissing me back.  I kissed him again, only this time opened my
mouth and pressed the tip of my tongue against Adam's lips.  He followed my
lead and opened his mouth, letting my tongue invade him.  Adam learned
quickly, by immitating me, how to kiss sensually, and evocatively.  For a
couple of minutes I just kissed my beloved nephew and hugged him tightly,
as I ground my pelvis into his, and we both thoroughly enjoyed the
sensations of our penises rubbing and grinding into each other.

Eventually, I decided, before we both blew our loads all over each other,
before I wanted either of us to cum, that we shold stop what we were doing,
so I stopped moving my hips and pulled away from Adam, who just smiled and
looked dreamily up at me.

"Damn that was nice!" he purred, softly.

I smiled and told him I agreed.  Then, I kissed him softly on the lips one
more time, and finally leaned over and began nibbling on his ear lobe a
little.  In response, Adam hugged me tighter for a moment, and turned his
head away from me and upward a little, exposing his neck to me, as if I was
a vampire and he wanted me to drink from his jugular vein.  I couldn't help
smiling, as I began to lick and suck gently at his neck, working my way
down toward his chest.

I licked, sucked and kissed my way down to Adam's pert, little left nipple.
As I bit down softly on it, and closed my lips around his aereola, Adam
gasped softly, and I felt his cock press into me for a second or two.

I gently bit and sucked on Adam's nipple then for a few seconds.  As I did,
if I wasn't laying on him yet, his cock would've literally been dancing
with excitement!

I decided to give Adam's right nipple some attention too, which he enjoyed
equally as much.

For a moment then, I couldn't help myself from pushing his right arm
upward, and nuzzling my nose and mouth into his pit, which had a small
whisp of soft dark hair in it.  As I breathed in Adam's scent, my cock
surged with desire!  Adam's flexed in response as well, although he giggled
just a bit as I rubbed his pit with my nose.

Not wanting to ruin the mood, I rather quickly abandoned Adam's pit, and
instantly his giggles ended.  I moved to the center of his chest then and
pressed my face to his breast bone, pausing for a moment to enjoy the feel
of his heartbeat.

Gently, I began kissing and licking my way downward, over his smooth skin,
until I reached his navel, which I took a sniff of.  He had no odor there,
so I had apparently washed him well earlier.  Smiling, I dug into his
depression with the tip of my tongue, causing more giggling to erupt.

After a moment, I gave Adam's belly button a strong, sucking kiss, then
abandoned it, again ending his giggles, as I licked futher downward, over
what someday would be his treasure trail, all the way to his pubic hair.

For a moment, I nuzzled his bush, breathing in his scent, but quickly, I
began licking all around his bush, and deep into his crotch, as he quickly
opened his legs.

Although I'd never made love to Adam in quite this manner, he followed my
lead, letting me draw his legs upward, when I hooked his knees, so that his
buttocks opened fully.

Gently, I licked all over Adam's perineum, and the smooth nearly completely
hairless insides of his buttocks.

"Awwwwww...." he moaned happily, when finally, I licked over his anus for
the first time.

"MMMMMmmmm...." he moaned a second later, when I began licking and prodding
just his pucker.

For a while then, as Adam lay basking in pleasure, I rimmed him, licking,
kissing and poking at his tight little asshole.

Finally, I pressed a little more firmly on the center of Adam's hole with
the tip of my tongue, and a moment later, he gasped, as his muscle gave
way, and I breached his opening.

"Ooohhhh...." he moaned passionately, as my tongue moved up into his nether
region.

For a while then, as Adam gasped and moaned with pleasure, I slid my tongue
in and out of him, pressing in far enough to press against his prostate
gland.  Eventually, I switched over to a well lubricated finger, then two
fingers, and for a while fucked him with them.

After a while, I couldn't help smiling when he gasped, "Christ Unca D!  I'm
gonna cum if you keep doing that!"

I gave him a few more shoves of my fingers, to bring him just a bit closer
to his climax, then suddenly pulled out of him, causing him to exclaim with
surprised frustration.

Adam smiled a moment later though when I straightened up and reached for my
tube of KY Jelly.  He continued smiling, and looked very aroused, as he
watched me lubricate my hardon.  Then, as I got into place, and held the
tip of my dick up to him, his expression became serious, and even more
aroused.

This time, as I pressed my hips forward, I felt no resistance from Adam's
sphincter, although as my glans initially pierced through his hole, he gave
a slight gasp, which was followed by a low, appreciative growl, that came
from deep in his throat, as I steadily pushed forward, until I'd slid my
entire stiff tool all the way into him.

I paused for a moment then, and we looked at each other.  He gave me a
slight smile, which mingled nicely with the look of delirious passion I saw
in his eyes.  Gently then, I began to pull back out of him, and his smile
faded, and he looked seriously at me again.

"Awwwwmmmmm..." he moaned happily, as I pushed slowly back into him again a
second later.

Slowly then for several repititions, I long-dicked Adam, gently pulling
myself out of his love tunnel, then immediately sliding back into him,
emptying and filling, emptying and filling his rectum with my stiff
appendage, rubbing it back and forth over his internal love lump, causing
shudders of joy to reverbrate through Adam's slight frame.

Eventually, I realized, I'd automatically become so aroused that I was
sliding in and out of Adam a bit faster, and I noticed that my orgasm was
already beginning to form.  Looking down at Adam, I saw he was lost in his
passion, and was breathing heavily already himself.  At the same time, I
felt his sphincter tighten a little a couple of times around my shaft.
Obviously he was becoming more excited as well.

AS I consciously began to fuck Adam a bit faster and a little more firmly,
I leaned down and pressed my lips to his.  Hugrily, he responded, opening
his mouth, and pressing tongue upward to meet mine.  Then, as we fucked, we
also passionately kissed each other as well.

I felt one of Adam's arms that had been wrapped around me leave, and a
moment later, felt it between us.  He'd reached for his penis and begun
masturbating, as we continued kissing, and I started shoving my cock in and
out of his asshole even harder and faster.  Adam's arm that was still
around me tightened a little then, and the air passing in and out of his
nostrils began to sound louder, as he breathed even faster still.

I began slamming my hips up and down even faster and harder, roughly and
swiftly shoving my hardness in and out of the boy's tender hole.  Adam
clutched more tightly at me and began beating off faster as well, and
within moments, as our mouths became nearly air-locked together, as we
passionately fought a duel with our tongues, I knew I was almost at my
peak!

As Adam sped up yet a bit more, and I did too, suddenly, I felt my entire
body go tight, and I grunted, as my climas hit, and I suddenly spewed a
river of hot semen deep inside my nephew's intestines.

"OOHhmmmm!!!!!" Adam gave a muffled groan as I felt him tense, then
release, and suddenly my belly was wet with his warm jism.

I continued rutting in and out of Adam, and he slammed his fist up and down
his shaft, and for the next several seconds, as we continued kissing
passionately, both our bodies exploded over and over with joy, until
finally, I felt my orgasm beginning to slow, and sensed Adam was
experiencing the same thing.  Only then did I slow down, and so did he.

For another half minute or so then, I continued gently fucking Adam, and he
slowly pumped his dick, as we each spasmed a couple more times.

Finally, when it was all over, I sank deep into Adam's flooded hole, and
pressing his cock, which he was still holding, between our bodies, both of
which were slick with his cum.  Although our kissing had become less
intense, neither of us apparently wanted to stop, as both of us continued
making love to each other's tongue yet.

Adam's body suddenly shuddered a moment later, and just afterward, I
trembled and expelled a last bit of sperm as well.

I continued kissing Adam for a few more seconds, but finally then, pulled
my tongue back into my own mouth, and pulled my lips from his.

For a moment, as I held my head up and we looked into each other's eyes, as
we panted for breath, I saw a look of abject incredulity in my nephew's
expression.

"Jesus H. Christ!" he gasped in a rasping voice finally.

"You OK?" I asked, suddenly a little concerned.

"Yeah!" He gasped, looking at me completely incredulously yet.  "But if you
tell me it can ever be better than this, I'm sure if it ever is for me -
I'm gonna die during it!  I can't believe how fucking awesome that was!"

It had defintely been one of the best fucks I'd ever experienced myself,
but Adam's complete shock over how joyous it was, caught me off guard, and
I couldn't help laughing.  He grinned then too.

"So?" he asked, when I'd finally stopped chuckling.

"What?" I asked, still smiling down at him.

"It can't get any better, can it?" he asked, still a little incredulous.

Chuckling again, I smiled at him and said, "Honestly, I hope not, because
if it ever is more awesome for me, just like you said - I might die during
it too!"

Adam grinned joyously then, and I grinned back at him.  A moment later, as
our smiles faded, I saw Adam's eyes were glistening, and he'd taken on a
serious expression again.

"I-I... I can't thank you enough Unca D," he said.  "I don't think anyone
will ever make me be as happy as you just made me.  I can't tell you how
much I love you!"

My sinuses and eyes suddenly tingled as I smiled down at Adam and told him
I felt just the same way about him!

With tears in both our eyes, he quickly tugged his hand out from between
us, causing our stomachs to press together, smushing his semen between us,
as he reached around me, ane we both hugged each other tightly.

We lingered in our embrace for a minute or so, then, I suddenly felt Adam
clench at my dick, which had become soft by then, and spit it out of his
body.

"Guess we better go clean off," I said, and I climbed up off Adam.

Smiling, he got up and followed me into the bathroom.  For a couple
minutes, he sat on the toilet, draining.  When he was finished, we took
turns washing each other in the shower.  Although we were both hard again
when we were finished, Adam was yawning a lot, and I was tired as well.  I
suggested we not get dirty again, and just go to bed.

Yawning again, Adam smiled and nodded.  I was mildly surprised he was
agreeable, especially since his cock was so stiff, but I could see too that
he was as tired as I was.

We quickly brushed our teeth then, and smiling, returned to the bedroom,
climbed into bed, turned out the lights, and snuggled together under the
covers.  Within minutes we were both fast asleep.

                        * * *

The next morning, I woke up around 9:30, and found Adam still snuggled up
to me, sleeping peacefully.  Groggily, I smiled to myself and wrapped my
arm around him, then closed my eyes, and relaxed, enjoying our closeness,
as he slept on for a while yet.  Eventually, he stirred, and then woke.  As
I hugged him, he looked up at me and smiled.  It didn't take too long
before he was awake enough to realize his morning wood was pressed up
against me, and once he realized that, his hand moved automatically to my
morning stiffness.  As he enveloped my rod with his soft, warm hand, I
smiled and hugged him.  For a while, I lay still as he fondled me a bit.
Eventually though, we both became fully awake, and fully aroused.  Once
this happened, Adam finally tossed the covers off us, and swung around so
we were in a '69'.  Quickly, he leaned in and went down on me, so I did the
same.  We spent a while then sucking and fondling each other.  Eventually,
I
 dipped a finger into Adam's asshole.  When I slid my finger in as far as I
could, he groaned softly.  At the same time, my fingertip pushed up against
the hard end of a turd that was lodged up in the far end of his rectum.
Oddly, this encounter excited me a bit more, and as I began massaging
Adam's gland, I felt my orgasm beginning to build.  Adam slipped a finger
into me then too, and I couldn't help wondering if he happened upon a piece
of shit in my rectal tract as well.  He began rubbing my bump as well, so I
figured either he hadn't, or, like me, he was horny enough that he didn't
care.  For a couple minutes, we worked seriously on each other then, and
then, just as I was building to my final crescendo, Adam tensed, and
grunted, and a stream of thick, warm, saltiness, flooded my mouth!  Tasting
my nephew's semen sent me over the edge, and instantly, before he could
fire off another volley, I too peaked and blew a huge glob of cum into the
 back of his throat.  Both of us quickly swallowed, as we continued sucking
up and down on each other, pumping the bases of each other's shaft, and
delving deeply into each other's insides.  For several seconds, we thrashed
about somewhat, as we each spasmed repeatedly, until we'd finally emptied
our loins down each others' gullets.

"MMmm..." Adam drawled, happily, as he finally pulled off me, licking his
lips.  "What a great way to wake up!"

I chuckled and agreed, as I lay there savoring the remnants of my boy's
flavor.

"So, we gonna just stay in bed like this all day?" Adam asked, grinning
expectantly at me.

I snorted, and said, "Well, I guess we could do that, but, I think maybe if
we do, we'd quickly find that too much of a good thing isn't as good as we
expect."

Adam looked confused.

I told him then that I thought that since we had just gotten off already,
that maybe we should get cleaned up, get dressed, and go out and have some
breakfast and maybe go see something, then later come home and have a go at
it again.

It was no surprise to me that Adam wasn't thrilled with my idea, but after
we talked it over a bit more, and he realized I wasn't giving in,
grudgingly he agreed, although he first elicited a concession from me.  He
said he'd agree, but only if we could have fun together in the shower
first!  By then, after all our talk, I was already semi-hard again myself,
so chuckling, I agreed.  We adjourned to the shower then, and after washing
each other, both of us were stiff as boards, and Adam asked me to fuck him.
Smiling, I told him to turn around, and then, after turning the water off,
I spent some time preparing his ass with my mouth and fingers, before
finally sliding my well-lubed pole up inside him.  For a few minutes, as
Adam leaned bent over against the wall then, I ground my cock in and out of
him, until finally, we both had a very happy ending!

For a couple minutes, we stood, holding each other up, recovering.  Then,
once our legs were less jelly-like, we again washed each other, and finally
got out of the shower and dried off.

Adam was a little disappointed again when he realized I really wanted us to
get dressed and go out.  But since he'd agreed to earlier, he grudgingly
got dressed finally.  A few minutes later, we headed out into the city.

As it turned out, Adam decided that it was probably a good idea we went out
for breakfast, because by the time we got to my favorite cafe to have
breakfast at, he was starving.  We both had pancakes and sausages, as well
as some hash browns.  We both had juice, and I had some coffee as well.

When we were finished, Adam looked expectantly at me.  I think he thought I
might say we could go back to my apartment and get naked and go at it
again, because when I suggested we go to a museum, he looked a little
suprised and disappointed.  Sighing, he got up and trudged out the door
after me though.  Happily, once we were at the museum, Adam found the
exhibits rather exciting, and we had a nice time.  Afterward, we stopped in
a few shops, and then I asked him to help me pick up some groceries, on our
way back to the apartment.  He grinned then, and a few seconds later, when
I glanced down, I saw his crotch was tenting already.  I couldn't help
chuckling, as I felt my own penis swelling already as well.

Quickly we picked up the items I thought we needed, then headed back to the
apartment.  It was almost 5:00 when we got there.

"So...???" Adam asked, after we'd put the groceries away.

"So what?" I asked, looking at him questioningly.

"Can we get naked now?  Or do you wanta go somewhere else yet too?" he
asked, sounding a little desperate.

Chuckling I reached down and cupped his crotch.  He was hard as a rock.

"I guess it's time to strip down again," I said.

Adam beamed then, and quickly stepped back from me and instantly began
disrobing, as I stood laughing.  Before I even reached for my shirt to pull
it off, he was standing in front of me, completely nude, his penis bobbing
up and down slightly, in time with his hearbeat.

Quickly I stripped down then too, and we headed for the bedroom.

The rest of the evening, with the exception of a supper break, we spent in
bed, or in the shower.  By the time we finally fell asleep, I think we'd
both had seven orgasms!

                               * * *

With the exception of one evening that I had tickets to a broadway show for
us, and one day when it was rainy and snowy, and we did spend the entire
day at home, all our other days were filled in the same way.  In the
mornings, we'd have sex when we woke up, then again a while later in the
shower.  We'd get dressed then and go out for the day, returning to the
apartment in the late afternoon.  Then, we'd strip down and spend the
evening exploring and pleasuring one another.  I'd never seen Adam so
happy, and too, I realized it had been a long time since I was as happy as
well.

A little sadly though, even before the week was over, I realized that
whenever Adam and I got together, the magical look of awe and wonder that
his face wore as I pleasured him, was gone.  In its place, I now saw an
experienced, slightly lecherous look.  I realized then that not only had I
taken my nephew's virginity, but too, I'd taken his innocence.  My boy was
no longer a boy... he was a young man now.  Fortunately at least, even
though it had happened earlier than it probably should have, at least
because he'd been with me when it occurred, and I'd taken my time and been
gentle and loving with him, Adam had made the transition between the
innocence of childhood and the cognition of early adulthood, seemingly
unscathed.  For this I was extremely grateful, although, at the same time,
I felt sad that he'd never again appear quite so much an angelic boy as
he'd been a few days earlier.  Thankfully though, as I'd noted - he seemed
happier than ever
 with his newfound knowledge and experience, so for Adam, my indescretion
in "taking him" before he was really old enough, seemed not to have harmed
him in any way.

As I'd expected, when our week in the city ended, and it was time to take
Adam home again, he was depressed, and even a bit anguished over it.  I had
to admit, I felt the same way.  On our last day - the day I was to bring
him home, I let him talk me into waiting until later in the day to leave
the city.  Naturally, we spent the whole morning, and couple of hours into
the afternoon, making love several times.  Because of this, at least when
it was time to leave finally, neither of us felt at all horny any longer,
and it made it easier for us to pack up the car and take off.

When we got to my sister's house, we had a late supper with the family, and
told them about all of our adventures in the city - the ones where we went
out of the apartment of course, and nothing else!  That evening, when we
went to bed in Adam's bed, of course, both of us were hard again.

"Can't we do it if we're quiet about it?" Adam whispered to me, as we
snuggled under the covers.

I was going to say no, but then, I felt his hand slip inside my pajama
pants and grip my manhood, and suddenly wanted nothing more than to lube up
and slide it into him.

"We can try," I agreed after thinking about it, while he fondled me.

Quietly, I got my KY jelly out and lubed up, and Adam pulled his legs up,
and let me crawl on top of him. I handed him a dirty sock of mine and told
him to slip it over his cock, so that he didn't make a big mess of the
bedding when he came.  Grinning he did as I told him.

Over the week, Adam had become so used to me, that although I normally
always prepped his hole, I really didn't have to anymore, so this time, I
just pressed the tip of my cock up against him, and pushed.  He relaxed,
and a second later grunted softly, as I slipped through his muscle, and
slid up inside him.

Very quietly then, and slowly at first, I began fucking Adam.  We fucked
silently for a couple minutes, then, because we were working so hard at
being quiet, it seemed that we both got more excited, faster, and before we
knew it, for some reason we were both at our peaks!

Staring wide-eyed at each other then, we both gasped silently, as I began
filling Adam's anal canal, and he started soaking the inside of my sock.
For a few seconds, I deftly, but quietly fucked him, and we both spasmed
several times.

When it was over, we both grinned at each other, then I relaxed on top of
him and for a minute we breathed heavily, recovering.  Finally, I pulled
out of Adam, and rolled over, and used my dirty underwear to clean my cock
off with.  At the same time, Adam pulled my sock off, drying his dick too.
I quickly wiped his ass with my underwear, then told him to roll over onto
his belly so he didn't drain on the bed.  Smiling, he handed me my wet sock
and then rolled over.  I put the sock and my underwear down on the floor
and then we snuggled up together and in a few minutes we both fell asleep.

                            * * *

The next morning, Adam joined me in the bathroom as usual, and beacuase
everyone was used to this, and nobody ever disturbed us when we were in
there together, we were able to quickly, and quietly, have some fun yet,
before I had to leave.

A while later, after we'd had breakfast, Adam joined me in his bedroom, as
I packed to leave.  It was obvious he was pretty sad I was going.  I was
too.  AS I was packing my bag, and he was sitting on the bed, I reached
into the bottom of my bag, and felt around, until I found one of my
dildoes, the smaller one, that I'd brought with me.  Smiling, I pulled it
out and put it in Adam's hands.  His eyes shot open wide and his head
snapped toward the open bedroom door.

"Hide it well, so nobody ever finds it!" I whispered.

"Really?" he asked, standing up and quickly stuffing it in the right front
pocket of his jeans, in case anyone came along.

"Sure," I said, smiling.  "But, if anyone ever finds it, don't tell them I
gave it to you - just lie and say you swiped it from me when you were
visiting me."

"OK," he said, grinning at me.

I reached into my bag and withdrew my tube of KY jelly and handed him that
too.

"You'd best have this to use with it too," I said.

"Thanks Unca D!" Adam said, still grinning, and he quickly shoved it into
his pocket as well.

As I finished packing, Adam stepped over to his closet and rummaged around
for a minute.  When he returned, I saw he still had the dildo in his pocket
and told him he needed to hide it because it was showing.  He started to
snicker then and told me that wasn't the dildo, that he'd already hidden
the dildo.

I chuckled and quietly said, "Well, then we have another problem you need
to solve, before someone sees it.  Close your door, and come here."

Adam's eyes widened, but quickly he closed and locked the door, then leaped
back over to me.  Grinning, as he stood in front of me, while I sat on the
bed facing him, I reached up and unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans,
then I quickly pulled his jeans and underwear down, and leaned forward and
began sucking on him.  For a couple of minutes, while I sucked back and
forth on Adam's hardness, he rested his hands on my head, rubbing them in
my hair a little.  It didn't take long until I began to taste his precum.
I started sucking on him a bit faster, and slid my hand through his legs
and my middle finger between his buttocks.  Within another minute, he'd
begun gently fucking his hips back and forth, and was on the brink of
cumming.  I began pressing more firmly on his anus, and suddenly, he gasped
very softly, and my mouth was flooded with his semen.  Smiling, I
swallowed.  For several seconds, as I continued sucking on Adam, he shot
load after load of his goodness into my mouth.  When he'd finished, I
quickly backed off him, sucking
 his cock dry, and helped him pull his pants back up.  Adam quickly
finished redressing then, as I zipped my bag shut.

He was surprised when I stepped over to the door and started to unlock it.

"What about you?" he asked.  "Don't you want me to do you too?"

I smiled and said, "I'd love that, but I think we've gotten away with as
much as we can for today - save it for next time."

I unlocked and opened the door then, and stepped out into the hallway,
leaving Adam looking after me with a rather surprised look on his face yet.
As I moved toward the stairs, he recovered and scampered quickly after me.

I said my good-byes then, and left finally.  As I drove away, I could see
Adam in my rear view mirror, standing in the driveway, looking very sad, as
he waved good-bye to me.

                     * * *

The next few weeks, until my next visit home, seemed rather empty.
Especially initially, as I was so used to having Adam with me, and had also
become used to having sex so often.  Quietly, each time we spoke on the
phone, Adam told me he was feeling the same.  And, when we got closer to my
next visit, he also mentioned he'd worn out the batteries in my dildo, and
used up all the lube I'd brought him.  I chuckled and told him I'd bring
him some more of both when I came up.

The next day, on my way home from work, I dropped by the drugstore and
picked up several tubes of KY jelly and a few packs of batteries.  The
clerk gave me a strange look, so I just grinned lewdly at him, which only
caused him to scowl at me, as he counted my change.  He must've been upset
though, because, when I got home and pulled the change he'd given me out of
my pocket to put it in my wallet and change bin, I noticed he'd given me an
extra $10.00 bill in my change!  I chuckled as I thought how it served him
right.


The following Friday, I finally drove home for my monthly visit.  Adam was
more than overjoyed to see me when I arrived, and I felt the same about
seeing him as well.  As we crushed each other in a huge bear hug, we both
felt each other's rock hard manhood pressing into us.

My visit was its usual, with the exception that each night when we went to
bed, and each morning when we shared the bathroom, Adam and I very quietly
made love to each other.  We also did it on the couch in the living room
once when nobody was home, and, while everyone was upstairs and we were in
the basement rooting around for a specific game Adam wanted to play, we
both dropped our pants, and he sucked my cock to wet it, then as he bent
over the billiard table, I quickly, but quietly, drilled his hole, while he
held a dirty sock he'd pulled from the laundry bin over the end of his
dick.

Again, once I was back in the city, both Adam and I were a little depressed
that we couldn't be together.

                         * * *

About a week after I was home in New york though, I finally needed a
haircut again, so I called the salon I used, and asked for an appointment
with Joe, the guy who'd cut my hair the last time, who I was certain was
gay, and had been hitting on me.  I asked for his last appointment of the
day, hoping maybe the salon wouldn't be as busy as it had been the last
time I was there.

On the appointed day, at the appointed time, I went to the salon.  When I
walked in, I was happy to see that indeed, the salon was nearly empty.
There were only two other stylists there, in addition to Joe, and one of
them was already packing up to leave.  The other was putting the finishing
touches on one of her customers yet.  As I was a few minutes early, Joe too
was finishing up with a teenage boy's haircut, so I sat down to wait until
he was free.

A few minutes later, Joe finished the boy's haircut.  He went over to the
cash register and checked the boy and his mother out, then turned to me.
When he first looked at me, I saw a look of surprised recognition in his
eyes, then he blushed slightly, and looked a little nervous.  Quickly I
glanced down to see if his genitals were bulging, but they weren't.

"David?" he asked, tentatively, when I looked up.  I saw he'd read my name
off his appointment list.

"Yup," I said, and I smiled warmly at him.

Joe seemed to relax, when he saw me smile, and said, "You were here a few
weeks ago, weren't you?"

"Yeah," I said.  "You did such a good job, I decided to come back!"

"Well, thank you," he said, smiling.  "C'mon back."

Joe headed for his station at the back of the shop then, and I followed
him.  At the same time, the one stylist who was leaving called "good night"
to everyone, and the other one was leading her last customer who she'd just
finished working on, over to the cash register.

"So, what'd you have in mind?" Joe asked me.

"For what?" I asked, caught off guard.  For a moment I thought he was
asking me what I'd like to do sexually with him.

"Um... how do you want me to cut your hair?" he rephrased his question,
giving me a curious look.

"OH!" I said, and I chuckled.

"What'd you think I meant?" Joe asked, suddenly smiling strangely.

"I-I just wasn't thinking," I said, and I felt myself blushing a little.

"Oh," Joe said.  "That's OK."

"Thanks," I said.  "Um... basically, I want what you did the last time -
that worked out good - pretty much, a slightly shorter version of what I've
got now."

"OK," Joe said, and he stepped back and looked at me from a couple of
angles.  As he did, in the mirror, I could see the other stylist quickly
packing up her station.

"You taking off?" Joe asked, looking over at her.

"Yeah," the other stylist said.  "I've gotta get home.  Maybe you want to
come lock the door after me?"

"Sure," Joe said.  "Sorry David, I'll just be a sec."

"That's OK," I said, and I felt my cock beginning to swell, as Joe trotted
to the front door of the shop, behind the other stylist.  They said good
night to each other, and she left, and he locked the door behind her.

"Well, it's just the two of us," Joe said, as he returned to me.  I noticed
he appeared to blush a little then.  I also noticed his crotch looked
lumpier than it had earlier.

"Nobody else is here?" I asked.

"No, it's just us," Joe said.  He suddenly looked a little nervous though,
and stepped back a half step and looked carefully at me.

I chuckled and said, "Relax, I'm not a mugger!"

Joe couldn't help smiling a little smile then, as he blushed and stepped
back up to me.

"I-I didn't really think you were," he said, sounding a little sheepish.

He looked in the mirror then, right at the reflection of my eyes, and for a
moment, the two of us contemplated each other.  When Joe finally broke our
connection, and reached for an apron to cover me with, I saw his nostrils
were flaring, and he looked both aroused and a little embarrassed.  My cock
flexed then, just as Joe glanced down at me, to drape the apron around me,
and I thought I heard him gasp softly.

Quickly, Joe put the apron on me, and reached for his scissors.  For a
moment, our eyes met again in the mirror, but this time, he quickly looked
down and began working on the back of my hair.

Joe worked silently for a couple of minutes.  At the same time, I wracked
my brain for something to say, to start a conversation between us... one
that I hoped I might be able to send in the direction of sex!

Finally, just when it seemed our meeting was doomed to continue in silence,
Joe said, "You've got really nice hair.  You take good care of it."

"Thanks," I said, smiling into the mirror at him, as he looked in the
mirror at me again.  Again, he blushed slightly.  I wanted to give him more
of a response, but didn't know what to say, so, rather dumbly I added, "You
have great hair yourself too!"

"Thanks," Joe said, smiling a bit more and looking even more embarrassed.
Then he gently pulled on a clump of mine and said, "Your's is nice and
thick."

"Your's looks really soft," I said, smiling back at Joe's reflection.  He
had moved to my side by then, and as he looked at me in the mirror, I saw
and felt his hips move nearly inperceptibly closer to me, just enough so
that suddenly I felt a large hard horizontal ridge press ever so slightly
into my thigh.  As it did, Joe blushed a bit more.

"It is," he said.  "Y-you can feel it if you want."

For a moment, I wasn't sure if he was talking about his hair, or his
hardon, which as I glanced to my side and downward, I saw was the ridge
pressing into my thigh.  Joe's penis was obviously fully engorged, and
lying pointing sideways in his pants.  As he pushed inward toward me, his
hips were at just the right height, so that it pressed into my thigh.

When I looked back up into the mirror, Joe was looking at me with a mixture
of embarrassment and nervous arousal on his face.

I smirked slightly and said, "I guess I did feel it!"

Joe blushed some more, and just stood there not sure of what I was saying
to him.  He relaxed a little when a moment later I smiled at him, and at
the same time pushed my thigh outward, so that his penis pressed into it
more firmly.

"Nice!" I said, smiling, and opening my mouth a little in order to breathe
in more air.

Joe's expression became more serious then, and he pushed his hips forward
still more, then backed up a bit, leaving a few inches of space between us,
so that when I looked down at him, I could get a close up look at his lump,
which engorged a bit, then receded for a moment.

Smiling lewdly, I reached for Joe's lump and cupped it gently.  He gasped
slightly when I squeezed it, and said, "Well that's one thing on your body
that's definitely not soft!"

We both started snorted and chuckled a moment, then, I looked up at Joe and
stood up out of the chair.  Again, he looked embarrassed, aroused, and a
little nervous.  Smiling, I pulled the apron off me, took a step closer to
him and wrapped an arm around him, then I pulled him into an embrace,
pressing my hips to his, so our hardon's pressed against each other, and I
leaned in and gently kissed him on the lips.

"Mmm..." Joe mumbled softly, as he began responding to my kiss.

A moment later, we were fully involved, grinding our crotches together, as
we fought a dual with each other's tongue.

When we finally parted, so we could catch our breath, I gasped, "I really
want you bad!"

"C'mon!" Joe gasped, breathlessy, and he grabbed my hand, and yanked me
toward the back of the shop. Quickly I began moving my feet, following him.

"In here," Joe gasped, suddenly turning left, into the backmost tanning
booth.

As I followed Joe into the little room, he pushed the door shut and looked
at me and said, "We can do whatever we want in here."

I smiled and asked, "So what do you want to do then?"

"Everything!" Joe said, and he looked so horny, I was sure he meant it.

"What do you want to do the most?" I asked, smiling.

"Well..." he began looking a little carefully at me.  "Um... I was kind of
hoping you're a top and that you'd fuck me!"

"I am," I said, smiling.  "And, I think that sounds fine!"

Joe grinned a little nervously then and said, "Then let's get undressed."

Quickly then, over the next few seconds we both ripped off all of our
clothing, including our socks, so that when we were done, we were both
stark naked.

"Damn!" Joe said, as he gazed at my hardon.

I chuckled and said, "I could say the same over you too!"

Smiling, Joe instantly sank into a squat and shoved his mouth down over the
entire length of my cock, causing me to gasp with pleasure.

For a minute then, Joe sucked away on me, nearly causing me to get off,
before he finally pulled off me.  Quickly he stood up, spun around and
leaned over a tanning table, spreading his feet apart.

"Stick it up my ass now!" he said, sounding urgent.

Smiling, I bent and put a hand on each of his cheeks and spread them open.
Being dark-haired, and about my age, Joe had a lot of hair inside his
buttocks.  My cock surged at the sight.  I leaned in and took a sniff, and
smelled only soap.  Grinning, I quickly leaned in further and began licking
his hole, as he gasped with pleasure.

For several seconds, I lapped away at Joe's anus, while he exclaimed
joyously over and over.  Then, I switched to my finger, which I'd sucked on
to moisten it.  His hole opened easily, so I added a second finger, and he
took that easily as well.

Grinning, I spit into my hand, and re-moistened my tool, then stepped up
behind Joe, holding my penis up, so the head of it poked him in his pucker,
then gently I began to move forward.  Joe's asshole opened easily, and a
moment later, my entire shaft was sliding deep into his insides, as he
moaned happily.

I fucked Joe then for a couple minutes, starting out slowly and building up
speed.  Eventually, he reached for himself, and as I pumped in and out of
him, he began masturbating.  Within another half minute, I was at my peak.

"Awwwww..." I cried out, as I suddenly burst and blew a huge wad of jism
inside Joe.

I continued fucking Joe and he continued wildly pumping his prick, and by
the time I was on my third spasm, Joe too gasped, and I felt his anus
clenching around my shaft.

Together then, for a few more seconds, as I slammed in and out of Joe, and
he pounded himself, we both erupted over and over.  In the end, I'd filled
his cavity with my cum, and he'd made a huge mess on the machine in front
of him, and on the floor under him.

When it was over, I leaned over Joe and hugged him to me.  He looked a
little suprised, when he looked back at me, but smiled happily, and I could
tell he was enjoying it.

After a minute or so, I finally climbed off Joe, and he straightened up.

"Damn this is the best haircut anyone's ever given me!" I declared,
grinning at Joe, who cracked up laughing.

"Completely forgot about your hair," Joe said.  "It's good you mentioned
it, before we both forgot!"

"Let's get your mess cleaned up, and get dressed, and you can finish my
do," I said, smiling.

Joe smiled back at me and reached for some paper towels.

A few minutes later, we'd removed all evidence of our tryst from the
tanning booth, and completely re-dressed.  We went out front then, and Joe
did finish my haircut.  When he was finished, we again fell into a somewhat
awkward silence.

Finally, I said, "So... do you have anyone waiting at home for you?"

"No," He said, looking a little nervous.  "You?"

"Nope," I said, smiling.  "Wanta come over for some more fun?"

Joe grinned and looked relieved, and said, "I'd love to!"

"C'mon then," I said, as I pulled my jacket on.

Quickly, Joe picked up and put on his own jacket, then he checked that
everything was turned off, and we left, with him checking that the door was
locked, the gate was down, and the alarm was set.  Finally, we set off,
just as it was starting to snow a little, for my apartment.

When we got to my place, as soon as the door was closed, and we'd taken our
jackets and shoes off, I told Joe to get comfortable, while I got us a
couple of beers, which I new he liked too, as I'd asked him on our way
there.  When I walked back out into the livingroom, Joe was completely
naked again, with his cock dancing up and down in front of him.  I grinned
and handed him both beers, and quickly began stripping too.  A few seconds
later, I took one can of beer back.  I held it up and gave a toast.  We
clinked bottles and each took a big swallow, then I suggested we head to my
bedroom.  Grinning, Joe followed me there, and we spent the rest of the
night making love in various positions.  Eventually we fell asleep
together.

In the morning, when we woke up, for a moment we both felt slightly
awkward, but as soon as I reached for Joe's genitals, we both loosened
right up.  We again had sex, then showered together, having more fun in the
shower as well, before Joe got dressed and left.  I quickly got dressed
myself and headed off to work.

And so began what turned out to be a beautiful relationship for me.  Joe
and I got together the next evening again, and over dinner, started to get
to know each other emotionally as well.  We discovered that we were very
much alike, and liked many of the same things.  And we were both at a point
in our lives where we wanted to be in a relationship.  We both figured it
was fate that brought us together, so, we decided to give it our best shot,
and it turned out to be great!

                       * * *

The only drawback to my new relationship with Joe, was going to be telling
Adam about it.  I was sure he was going to be hurt and disappointed, even
though he'd told me at the start of our sexual relationship that he wanted
me to get into a relationship.

I was pleasantly surprised when I told him on the phone about Joe and me,
and he congratulated me and told me he thought it was great!  I wasn't sure
he really meant it though, until I took a trip up home, without Joe, and
talked with Adam.  As it turned out, he was indeed happy for me.

Of course, Adam hadn't thought about how I'd feel about having sex with him
yet.  All the way home, I'd struggled with how to handle it, and I'd
decided I better cut off any relations with Adam.

As Adam and I lay together in his bed the first night we were home, and I
told him this, he became quiet.  He didn't argue with me, but I could tell
he wasn't expecting it.  He seemed happy enough when I snuggled with him
yet though, and he finally drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, Adam was up to his old tricks, only this time he had very
carefully begun fellating me as I slept, and it wasn't until I was nearly
ready to blow, that I woke up.  Of course being half asleep, I didn't
really realize what was going on.  All I knew was someone was giving me
great head, and I was on my way to a very happy ending!  When I finally did
wake up enough to realize what was going on, and I remembered Joe, I wanted
to stop Adam, but, by then, I was so close to cumming, the thought to stop
Adam was very brief - I couldn't help myself anymore, and quickly just gave
up trying, and lay back and enjoyed what was happening.

Less than a minute later, just before I was going to shoot my load though,
Adam suddenly stopped, and looked at me and said, "Can we '69', so I get
off too at least, before you cut me off again?"

I was so anxious to climax by then, I sighed and nodded, and smiling
happily, Adam swung around, placing his rock hard penis, the end of which
was dripping, in front of my face.  Quickly, I grabbed it and licked hid
delicious drop of precum off it, then I quickly started sucking on it.  He
waited a moment, smiling and moaning once as I sucked on him, before he
finally began sucking on me again, and that pause caused me to lose
momentum enough, so that as we sucked on each other, I was able to last a
while longer yet.

It wasn't too long though before I did blow my load, and I did beginning
spasming before Adam did, filling his mouth a few times, before finally, he
too started pumping his load down my throat.

When it was over, and Adam had spun back around and was laying in my arms
again, I told him what he'd done was wrong.

"Not really.  You needed it too, and Joe'll never find out, so it's OK." He
replied in a simple, matter-of-fact tone.  He paused just a second, then
added, "I get you have feelings for him, and I'm happy for you, but really
Unca D - what you and me have is completely different.  what you and Joe
have can't compete with what you and me have, and what we have can't
compete with what you guys have either.  We're really close to each other
in a uncle nephew way, and yeah, love helping each other out, and making
each other feel awesome, but, it's not romantic really.  With you and Joe,
it's romantic.  It's two different things, so you can really have both of
us, and neither relationship can ruin the other!"

As Adam looked at me, waiting for my response, I thought about what he'd
said, and in a way, I could see that he was right.  Smiling, I kissed him
on the forehead, and said, "We'll see."

We dropped it then, and went back to our usual routine. All day though, on
and off, I went back over and over what Adam had told me.  After some time,
although I wasn't convinced he was completely right about how he saw
things, I could see that at least some of what he'd said made sense.  I
figured that at least my relationship with Joe could never ruin my
relationship with Adam.  On the other hand though, I wasn't completely
convinced that my relationship with Adam couldn't ruin my relationship with
Joe... although, with Adam having the attitude he had, it seemed as if
maybe it might work out that way.

That night, shortly after we got into bed, as we lay completely naked under
the covers next to each other, which was how Adam had insisted we sleep
together ever since our time together at my apartment, I wasn't surprised
when he reached for my penis, which was swelling already just by my being
so close to my beloved, naked boy.

"Make love to me Unca D!" he whispered.

As he gently squeezed me, as much as I knew I should say no, I knew in the
end I wouldn't refuse, so I looked at him a moment, then told him to get
out his lube.  Adam grinned and reached in his bedside drawer for it.
After he handed it to me, I threw the covers off of us, and crawled between
his legs, which he instantly pulled up and spread apart for me.  For a few
minutes, in the dim moonlight that seeped in the edges of the curtains, I
bent over Adam's lower quarters, using my mouth and fingers to pleasure and
prepare him for my penetration.  After a while, as the boy lay breathing
deeply, and gasping quietly every so often, I stopped, moved into position,
lubricated my throbbing cock, and finally bent over him, holding my slick
rod up to his anus.  A second later, as I pushed my hips downward, I saw
Adam's eyes get big for just a second, as he gasped a little more loudly.
Then, as I sank downward, he groaned in a barely audible tone, as my
 penis filled his love tunnel.  Once I was completely inside ADam, I paused
for a half minute or so.  Then, silently, so we wouldn't be heard by
anyone, I slowly and gently made love to my beloved nephew, until a few
minutes later, after we were both driven nearly crazy with desire to
finish, but just couldn't quite get there for a while, due to how slowly I
was moving, I finally climaxed and filled his bowels with my load, and he
too finally exploded, blasting a huge gush of warm, jelly into his wadded
up underpants, which he'd held over the end of his dick so as not to make a
mess.  For what seemed quite a while, both of us blew over and over, until
he was filled with my fluid, and his underwear was saturated!  When it was
over, I collapsed on top of him for a couple minutes.  Finally though, I
popped my penis from his hole, and climbed off of him.  We'd quickly
cleaned ourselves up, then happily, Adam snuggled up to me and within
minutes, we
 both fell asleep.

When I got back to the City and Joe came over that night, I was surprised
to find I only felt mildly guilty over having been with Adam, rather than
staying faithful to Joe.  I thought about what Adam had said, and decided
the boy might be right.  And so I did my best to put what Adam and I did
out of my mind, and focus on Joe, and as a result we spent a wonderful
night together.  And, from then on, my relationship with Joe progressed
quite happily.

                  * * *

On my next visit home, I took Joe with me.  Although he did his best to
hide it from us, I thought I could see that when Adam had told me the last
time I was up, that he wasn't bothered by my relationship with Joe, that he
was a little put out by the fact he wasn't going to have me to himself for
the weekend.  Then too, it was probably partially due to the fact that his
mother insisted he give us his room, and he sleep on the couch.  In
addition to wishing it was him who was in bed with me, it also had to make
it even harder for the poor boy imagining us being together in his bed,
while he was lying out in the open on the couch in the living room, unable
to do anything about his arousal, for fear someone might walk in on him.
That didn't stop Joe and me from quietly making love in Adam's bed though!
In the end, Adam couldn't help but starting to like Joe though, because Joe
made sure we included Adam in all of our outings and activities, and by the
end of our visit, Adam seemed to truly have taken a liking to joe, which
made me very happy.  In fact, Adam felt so close to Joe that at one point
when just the three of us were sitting in a booth at a diner together, and
there were no other people nearby, he 'came out' to Joe.  I don't think Joe
was surprised.  I think he'd pretty much figured it out already.  But, for
Adam's sake, he pretended to be surprised, and at the same time grateful
that Adam felt he could trust him with his secret.  Of course, he promised
not to tell anyone, and naturally, he was very supportive of Adam too.  For
Adam, I think it was liberating.  He seemed very happy with himself for
having been able to 'come out' to someone besides me.  I think too that it
brought him and Joe a little closer to one another.  I felt
 really good about things when as we were getting ready to leave, Adam
exuberantly gave Joe a big hug.

                  * * *

On my next visit home, Joe again accompanied me.  When we got there, I was
surprised, but overjoyed, to find that as I'd predicted, Adam had finally
made a new friend at school!  At first though, I couldn't help wondering if
maybe after having seen Joe and I together on our last visit, if he'd begun
to think that I might start having less time for him, and so he had decided
to try and find some happiness for himself elsewhere.  After he told us how
they'd met though, I realized that Adam hadn't been actively trying to make
friends with anyone, rather, the two boys had more or less been thrown
together, and their friendship had more or less happened accidentally.  It
didn't really matter to me how it had occurred though, I was just very
happy that it had, and that Adam finally had a friend he seemed to be
quickly becoming very close to!

How it had happened was, the school had suddenly gotten a new principal,
who had a son Adam's age - Michael - who started classes at the school as
well. And, as it happened, he was placed in a couple of Adam's classes, as
well as his study hall and gym class. Fortunately, one of Adam's teachers
had apparently been watching Adam, and realized he didn't have any friends.
Adam said he was pretty sure she had been trying to put him in situations
where he might be able to form a relationship or two with some other
students, but until then, it hadn't worked.  As soon as the new principal's
son was put in her class though - the same one Adam was in, Adam said,
she'd instantly put him in a desk next to Adam, actually moving someone
else to a different desk to do so, and paired the two boys up for some
class assignments.  Adam realized what she was doing, and was a little
annoyed by the attention he was sure it was putting on him.  Further,
although he
 wasn't adverse to making a friend if it happened, he was sure it wouldn't
work any better than the teacher's earlier efforts.

To Adam's surprise, he found that Michael was rather shy and reserved, much
like he was himself.  He also noticed that Michael seemed to not be trying
to form relationships with any of the other kids in that class, or any of
the other classes they shared.  Nor was he trying to 'get away from' Adam
either.  In fact, he seemed to try to sit close to where Adam sat in their
other classes as well.  Adam said he couldn't believe the boy wasn't
popular right away.  He seemed smart enough, and was really good looking!
Finally, on about their third day together, after he realized Michael
hadn't already taken a dislike to him, but also hadn't made any other
friends either, Adam remembered what I'd told him about trying to make
friends, and had decided to try talking with him a little about things
other than school work, as they worked on a project together.  To his
amazement and delight, he found that as soon as he initiated a conversation
about something
 other than what they were working on, Michael seemed to perk up and
actually was willing to talk with him.  As the next period was both their
lunch breaks, when class ended, Adam finally took the bull fully by the
horns and asked Michael to join him for lunch.  To his astonishment Michael
had grinned at him and thanked him.  And so, for the first time in a long
time, Adam actually had someone to sit with and talk with at lunch, other
than just sitting by himself at the end of a table of other kids, and
quietly eating, while the others ignored him.

Adam's and Michael's lunch together was enjoyable for them both, and served
to solidify their relationship enough so that whenever they had the chance
to get together after that, they automatically sought each other out.  And
so, their friendship had begun.

Not long after they became friendly with each other, Michael had opened up
a little more to Adam and told him that because he was the principal's kid,
he'd never been able to form many friendships, because all the other kids
were usually scared of his father, and didn't want to do anything that
brought them close to him.  As a result, Michael said he'd never really had
any good friends, and usually his only friends were geeks or losers.  Adam
said then he'd almost blown it.  He'd told laughed and told Michael he
couldn't believe he had a hard time making friends, because he was so nice,
and smart, and really good looking.  Adam said that as soon as he'd
mentioned how he thought Michael was good looking, he'd cringed, realizing
Michael was probably going to realize then that he was gay.  He said that
Michael had given him a strange look at first, but then he'd smiled and
told Adam he thought Adam should be able to make friends too - for all the
same
 reasons.

"So... he said he thought you were good looking too?" I asked.

"Not in those words, but, that's exactly what he meant," Adam said.  "And,
after he said it, he smiled, but was looking at me a little strangely
again."

"Interesting," I said.

"You think maybe he's gay too?" Adam asked, looking at me as if I'd know
for sure.

I snorted and said, "I have no idea Bub.  I haven't even met the boy yet.
So, you'd have a better chance of figuring that out than I would."

"Well... he doesn't seem it at all," Adam said.

"Neither do you or me," I countered.

"Yeah," Adam said.  "But... h-he seems to look at any girls though either.
All the other guys are always looking at girls.  Why wouldn't he be?"

"Well," I said.  "Maybe he is gay, or, maybe he's just too shy to look at
them.  And too, maybe he's just more interested in working on being friends
with you at the moment.  Seems to me he's had trouble making friends all
along, just like you have."

"Yeah," Adam said.  "But that's mosty because I'm gay."

"Not really," I said.  "I think you could make friends even though you're
gay."

"Except that I've just been bullied all the time because I'm gay, so nobody
wants to have anything to do with me!" Adam said, scowling.

I pulled Adam into a hug and kissed him on the forhead, and said, "Well,
the part about being bullied having something to do with it might be
partially true, but really, nobody can tell you're gay from looking at you
or watching you Adam.  It really doesn't show in any obvious way."

"Thanks," Adam said.  "But I know that's not true.  I'm sure if anyone
watched me enough, they'd figure it out, and apparently, most of 'em have."

"Well, yeah, I expect if anyone watches a gay person enough, they'll
eventually see some stereotypically gay traits showing through, but really
Adam, you don't make it obvious at all, no more than I do," I said.

"Well, thanks," Adam said.  "Doesn't really matter why it's like it is,
it's not gonna change anyway, so there's no use discussing it."

"Not so," I said.  "It's already changing - you've got a friend now!"

"Well, yeah, but... that leaves me wondering again if maybe he's gay too!"
Adam said, heaving a sigh of frustration.

"Do you want him to be gay?" Joe asked, finally entering the conversation.

Adam looked at Joe for a moment, then a sly smile crossed his lips, and
before he spoke I saw a tent was forming in his crotch.

"Actually," Adam said, smiling conspiratorially.  "He's really hot.
So... yeah, I do hope he's gay!"

"You horn dog!" I cried, grinning.

All three of us laughed together then for a moment.

"So, how do I find out if he really is?" Adam asked, looking back and forth
between Joe and me.

"I think you need to get to know him better yet," I said.  "You haven't
known him too long yet."

"Yeah," Joe agreed.

"But, watch him closely - but without letting him realize you are, and try
to figure out what he likes to do in life, and what he doesn't care about,"
I said.

"And, watch what he's looking at when you're with him," Joe added.  "A gay
guy won't be able to not look at a cute guy.  So if there's a cute guy
around, watch Michael to see if he glances over at him or not.  Usually if
a guy's gay he'll keep glancing at the cute guys.  And he'll never notice
the girls.  Straight guys will be doing the opposite - looking at girls,
and not guys."

"That's just it!" Adam said.  "He never looks at girls!  But.... I haven't
seen him looking at any guys either.  And even though they're all assholes,
a few of the guys in our school are totally hot!"

I chuckled and said, "Bet more than one of 'ems gay too!"

"Naw," Adam said.  "They're not."

"Ten to fifteen percent of the population's gay," I said.  "That means that
in a group of 100 people, ten to fifteen of them are gay!  Your school has
a little over a thousand kids in it - so that means 100 - 150 of them are
gay!"

Adam's eyes bulged for a moment, and he looked at me surprised.

"REALLY?" he asked, sounding totally caught off guard.

Both Joe and I laughed, as I nodded at him.

"Shit!" Adam muttered, still looking surprised.  "Wish I knew who they all
are!"

Joe and I laughed a little more then.

"Anyway," Adam said, smiling a little finally, as our laughter faded.  "I
really want to figure out if Michael's gay or not."

"Well," I said.  "Then follow Joe's advice, and watch him closely, and try
to get to know him better."

"Have you been to his house yet?" Joe asked.

"No," Adam said.  "But I know where he lives, and it's not too far away."

"Well, when you finally do go over there, if you get to see his room, give
it a good looking over, because often you can tell a lot more about a
person by what they have in their room," Joe said.

"Great!" Adam said.  "Now I just have to figure out how to get into his
room!"

We all chuckled again then.

                   * * *

As it turned out, Adam didn't have to put much thought at all into how to
get into Michael's bedroom.  To his, and our, great surprise, not long
after our conversation, Michael telephoned Adam, and invited him for a
sleepover that night!  Adam had never had a friend who he was close enough
to, that he'd been invited for a sleepover, so he was completely shocked,
and even a little dismayed! Being caught off guard, he had no idea how to
respond.

"Go!" I cried, incredulously, in a stage whisper, when he looked helplessly
at me for an answer, as Michael waited on the other end of the line.

"Um... OK," Adam said, a little nervously.  A second later, Joe and I
grinned when we heard Michael's somewhat deep, pleasant voice cry out
happily through the earpiece of Adam's phone.

The boys quickly made plans for Adam to head over to Michael's house in an
hour, then they hung up.

After Adam hung up, he was completely flustered, and quickly dashed off to
pack a bag, as Joe and I chuckled.

"What's going on?" Carol asked, walking into the kitchen a couple minutes
later, after Adam had dashed up to his room.

When we told her, she looked at me and asked, "And you didn't think to ask
me if it was OK before you told him it was?"

"It's the principal's son Sis!" I said, looking incredulously at her.

"Oh!" she said, and she looked a little embarassed.  Then she looked a
little surprised as the concept of Adam having a friend sank in.  Finally
she smiled and said, "Well, I'm glad he's finally starting to make some
friends!"

"Exactly!" I said.  "And from what I've heard, he's a really nice boy!"

A little while later, Adam was ready to go, so Joe and I, who'd decided to
go see a movie, told him we'd drop him off, even though it was only a long
walk from the house.  Adam grinned and thanked us, and asked us to hurry up
then.  Chuckling, Joe and I got ready to go, and in a few minutes, took off
to Michael's house with Adam, who was nearly bouncing with anticipation, in
the back seat.  A couple minutes later, when we got to Michael's house,
Adam was a little perturbed when I insisted on walking him to the door and
meeting Michael, and if possible, his parents.  When Michael opened the
door and ushered us both in though, and his father and mother walked into
the foyer and greeted us without seeming like it was odd I had stepped
inside as well, Adam relaxed.  He and Michael introduced everyone then, and
we exchanged some pleasantries, then I reached over and mussed Adam's hair,
told him to behave, and have a good time.  Adam blushed a little,
 but Michael grinned and said, "C'mon!", and started tugging on Adam's
shirt sleeve, as his parents and I chuckled.  "Go.  I'll see you tomorrow!"
I told Adam.  The two dashed off up the stairs together then, both
grinning.  I said my good-byes to Michael's parents, who assured me they'd
both be home the whole night, and I left.  Joe and I headed to the theater
then.

                        * * *

The next day, when Adam came home around lunch time, I could tell by the
look on his face when he walked in, that he'd had a great time.  He
couldn't stop grinning.  I as so happy for him, I couldn't stop grinning
either!

Bud and Lisa were off doing something and Carol had taken off shopping a
few minutes after Adam arrived back home, so after Adam had dropped his
things upstairs, he re-joined Joe and I in the kitchen as I made some lunch
for us.

"Well???" Joe asked, sounding uncharacteristically excited, before I even
had a chance to ask myself.  "You figure out if he's gay???"

When I looked up at him questioningly as well, Adam blushed ever so
slightly, grinned wider than I'd ever seen him smile and nodded
inperceptably.

"So, he is?" I asked.  "You're sure of that?"

Adam laughed and said, "Yeah."

"How is it you're so sure?" I asked, looking carefully at him.

From the look on his face, I knew the answer before he even said it.

"Oh, my God!" both Joe and I said in unison, and Adam cracked up laughing.

"OK," I said, abandoning what I'd been doing and sitting down at the table
opposite Adam.  Joe was in between us to our side.  "Take it from the
beginning and tell us everything that happened."

"Well, there's not that much to say really," Adam said.  "We went up to his
room after you left, and I took your advice and looked around a little,
while he set up a video game for us to play.  When he saw me looking at all
of his posters, I thought he looked a little worried.  They were all of
bands - all guys though - no girls.  A few of the guys were hot though!
Nothing he had though really gave me anymore of a hint.  Anyway, as I
looked around the room, I saw a pair of his underpants on the floor.  When
he saw I'd noticed them, he got embarrassed and kicked them under the bed,
and mumbled he was sorry he'd forgotten to pick them up.  I just laughed
and told him it was OK.  I noticed he had a lot of books - Harry Potter,
Artemis Fowl, The Lord or the Rings, all the same ones I have.  Anyway, I'm
still looking around, and I realize that some of the pictures on his wall
were drawings - really good ones.  When I asked him about them, he
 blushed and said he'd made them.  He's an artist!  And a good one!  And he
writes too!  He had what looked like a journal, and some other notebooks on
his desk.  When I asked him about them, he got embarrassed, but told me he
liked to write short stories - fantasy stuff, like LOTR.  Anyway, I could
tell I was taking too long looking around, so I finally asked if he had the
game set up, and he said he did, but just had to bring it up on the
computer, so we went and sat down on the floor, and he opened his laptop,
and typed in the password.  There were a bunch of internet screens up, and
he started closing them down, then, all of a sudden, I saw him cringe, and
at the same time, saw what he was looking at on his screen!"

"What'd you see?" I asked, unable to bear the suspense.

Adam grinned and said, "A gay porn site!  It had a couple of pictures of
guys having sex on it!"

Joe and I both grinned back at him then.

"What'd you do?" Joe asked.

"Well," Adam said.  "I looked at it a moment, as Michael gasped and tried
to close the window, but a second later, when he looked at me to see if I'd
been looking, he saw that I had."

"Oh no," I said.  "What happened then?"

"I just asked him 'Really?'" he said.

"What'd he say?" Joe asked.  I could see he was dying to know as much as I
was.

"Well," Adam said.  "He looked devastated, like he was going to cry, and I
felt awful for him.  So I quickly told him it was OK."

"Wow! What happened then?" I asked.

"Well, he looked at me shocked at first, then he looked like he expected I
was lying and was going to start making fun of him." Adam said.  "So I
reached over and touched his shoulder and said, 'I meant it - it's OK.  I
am too!'"

"You what?" I cried, shocked Adam would just come out to anyone so easily.

"Well," Adam said, looking worriedly at me for a moment, "It was obvious to
me then he's gay, and I know how I'd feel, and besides... well... like I
said, he's hot, and, well..."

"It's OK," I said.  "You didn't do anything wrong. I was just surprised,
that's all."

"Oh," Adam said, realizing then I wasn't mad at him.

"So, then what happened???" Joe cried, obviously fully absorbed in Adam's
tale.

"Well," Adam said. "It all turned out great.  He looked at me unable to
believe what I'd said, and finally asked if I'd really meant it, so, well,
I smiled at him and ... I can't believe what I did next, but, I leaned in
and kissed him on the lips!"

"WHAT?" I cried, totally shocked.

Adam looked worried again for a moment, but then couldn't help smiling.

"I kissed him," he said.  "It was the best thing I could think of to do to
let him know I really meant it!"

"Well, what'd he do then?" I asked.

"He was shocked and just stared at me for a minute, then he was blinking,
and he looked like he had tears in his eyes, and he asked, 'Really?', and I
smiled and leaned over and kissed him again, and well, then he started
kissing me back, and well... it went on a while, and before we stopped, our
hands got busy and well... I almost blew my load in my pants, and he did
too, so, I finally pulled back, just before we did, and we looked at each
other, so freaking shocked like."

"Jesus Christ!" Joe gasped, and in my peripheral vision I saw him grope
himself.

Adam chuckled and said, "Anyway, we just looked at each other a minute, and
finally, I asked him if he'd ever had sex.  He said he hadn't, and asked if
I had, so I told him no."

I noticed Adam look pointedly at me when he told how he'd lied to Michael.
I didn't think Joe noticed though.

"'So, do you want to?' I asked him," Adam said.  "And he nodded.  So, we
got up and started getting undressed.  He locked the door, and when he
turned around, we both reached for each other's dicks, and well... you can
imagine the rest."

As Joe and I sat staring incredulously at Adam then, he figited and blushed
and smiled shyly at us.

"So, you two had sex?" I asked, still unclear as to exactly what had
happened.  "How much sex?"

Adam looked a little annoyed and embarrassed, probably because Joe was
there, but finally, he looked at me and said, "First we checked each other
out, then, we sucked each other a little, then we got in a '69' and
finished up.  That was the first time."

"How many times did you do it?" I asked.

"A lot," Adam said, and he couldn't help snickering.  "My balls ache now!"

Joe burst out laughing at that, and I couldn't help joining in.

"You guys try anal?" I asked, when we'd calmed down.

"Eventually," Adam said, a little shyly.

"How'd that go?" I asked, when no further details were forthcoming.

"Good!" Adam said, looking a little strangely at me.

"Um..." I said, starting to feel embarrassed about grilling him.  "So, any
problems with that you need to ask us about?"

"No," Adam said. After seeing we were both looking curiously at him, he
looked at me and added, "W-we took it really slow, and did the things you
told me about when you described how to do it, and we used lube, and truly,
it really was great!  We both liked it a lot!"

"Wow," Joe said, looking incredulously at me.  "Wish I'd had you to tell me
all about it before my first time.  My first time was pretty bad!  Sounds
like you give good advice!"

"He does," Adam said, looking a little nervous.

"So, who was on top and who was receiving?" I asked, trying to change the
subject.

"We both tried both positions," Adam said.  "And, honestly, we both liked
both positions I think."

"Well..." I said.  "So... I guess you guys are still friends then?  And
you'll probably be getting together again like this?"

"Hell yeah!" Adam declared, grinning widely at me.  "I can't wait to see
him again!"

Joe and I both grinned at him, and congratulated him then on his new
relationship.

Adam just beamed, but when I got up he did too, and he gave me a strong,
prolonged hug.  I grinned and hugged him back.

                             * * *

Adam's relationship with Michael quickly grew stronger as time passed, and
they became a true couple in every sense of the word, although throughout
the rest of their childhoods, neither came out to anyone but me and Joe.
And the only reason Michael came out to me and Joe was because Adam slipped
once when Joe and I had taken the two of them bowling, and on the way to
the alley, Adam, forgetting that as far as Michael was concerned, we
weren't supposed to know about the two of them, leaned over and began
kissing Michael, much to Michael's great distress.  For a couple of minutes
after Michael pushed Adam off him, there was a bit of confusion in the back
seat, as Adam quickly explained to Michael, who was already aware that Joe
and I were gay, and a couple, that he'd already 'outted' him to, because we
were aware that he was gay as well.  At first Michael looked absolutely
distraught and appeared ready to cry, until Joe, because I was busy
driving,
 spun around and calmed him down, telling him we'd known all along, and had
no problem with him being gay, nor were we going to ever tell anyone about
it.  After a couple minutes, Michael calmed down.  I reiterated then what
Joe had said, and added that both Joe and I were very fond of him, and were
very happy he and Adam were together.  Finally, Adam apologized for keeping
it from Michael that he'd told us, but he explained that he hadn't wanted
to upset or hurt Michael.  He promised Michael too that it was the only
secret he had been keeping from him, which Joe and I vouched for.  In the
end, Michael recovered within a few minutes from his shock, and after
thinking about it, decided he was happy that he and Adam could completely
be themselves with us.  And as time passed, both of them were happy too, to
have the two of us to discuss life with.

So, with the inception of mine and Joe's relationship, and Adam's and
Michael's relationship, things did change for Adam and I.  Each of us was
happy in our relationship with our partner, and still, we remained close to
each other too.  The only real change was that most of the time when we got
together now, I was always with Joe, and Adam was usually with Michael as
well, so, although we were both having sex regularly, it was no longer with
each other.

Happily, as time went on, Joe's and my relationship deepened, and we moved
in together.  We're still a couple today, just as happy as we were early on
in our relationship.

And too, probably because it had been so very difficult for either of them
to form friendships with anyone, and too, because they were so alike,
Adam's and Michael's relationship continued, and deepened as well.  They
finished high school together and went to college together, arranging it so
they shared a room in the dormitory.  And, after school, they settled
together in an apartment in the city, not far from Joe and me.  Today, the
two of them are still together as well.  It wasn't until toward the end of
college that they boys came out to their parents, none of whom were
surprised by their revelation, and happily, also continued to be loving and
supportive of them.

Adam and I have continued to be as close as we always were, although,
because we're so involved with Michael and Joe respectively, there is
seldom an opportunity where we would be able to get together physically
anymore.  That isn't to say though that over the years there haven't been a
few isolated occasions when Adam and I happened to end up being somewhere
alone together for whatever reason.  When this has occurred, particularly
if we were spending the night together somewhere, we have again always
shared a bed.  And on those occasions, as you probably suspect, we did
spend a while being intimate too.  As was the case when this happened when
Adam was still a teenager, and we got together on occasion yet, again we
both decided that our expressing our love for each other truly wasn't
'cheating' on our boyfriends, as our uncle/nephew love was a completely
different type of love than our love for our boyfriends, and neither could
ever interfere with
 the other.  Of course, neither of us ever told anyone about our secret
trysts, although, over the years, every so often, both of us felt that one
or both of our partners would look strangely at us for a moment, as if
maybe they were wondering if Adam and I had ever been together.  Oddly,
neither ever asked.  Possibly because they'd figured it out, but decided
they didn't want confirmation of their deductions.

The last time Adam and I were together in bed, as we lay spent in each
other's arms, enjoying our shared conjugal warmth, Adam turned and looked
at me.

"You know," he said.  "I bet none of what's happened to us would ever have
happened if it wasn't for that week you took me to your apartment in the
city for my Christmas present.  You might never have gotten a haircut from
Joe before my visit, and would never have ended up with him.  And if we
hadn't gotten together, I would never have had the nerve to kiss Michael,
and we'd never have gotten together either.  I almost wish we could tell
them that our lives are what they are because of your Christmas present to
me that year, but I know I can't, and I won't."

I smiled at Adam and told him I thought maybe over the years there had been
occasions when either Joe, or Michael, or both of them had wondered just
how close we were, and that they might have wondered if we'd ever been
together sexually.  I was surprised when he smiled and said, he'd wondered
the same thing every so often.

"Well, since neither has ever mentioned it to us, either we're both wrong,
or, even if they have their suspicions about us, they realize that our
relationship is not a threat to either of our relationships with them." I
said.

Adam said he agreed, then he smiled and reached for my penis again, and
within minutes, we were deeply involved, yet again.

As we made love, I couldn't help smiling to myself about how lucky I was
that everything had turned out so well for both Adam and myself, and that
it might all have been as the result of my Christmas present to him several
years earlier.

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