Date: Mon, 07 Aug 2006 01:13:23 -0700 From: JEFF DREAMCATCHER Subject: "My Nephew Sean Through the Years" Chapter One After many years of reading stories on Nifty, I decided to finally share an important part of my life. This is a multi-part story which will take you through the life of my nephew and myself. The story has a level of truth except for the names have been changed and a few story-altering segments changed for drama and interest. Some portions with be about our lives together and also his life experiences by himself that were related to me. This follows Sean through the ages of eight through fourteen. Do not read this story if you are under 18. This story is copyrighted and cannot be reposted without the permission of the author. This story depicts sex and a beginning multi-year relationship between a teenage boy with a younger boy, and future chapters will depict sex between teenage boys and younger boys with men. If you are offended by such material, what are you doing browsing this section? I encourage my readers to email me with their comments, suggestions, feedback of all type, etc. Flames will be ignored. My Nephew Sean Through the Years By Mike McGrath Chapter One My half-brother was many years older than me and he was never around. We were ten years apart and I rarely saw him as we had different mothers. He was always cool to me but the age difference really put a damper on spending any time together. I basically grew up an only child. A very lonely childhood but still a lot of fun getting spoiled. He got a girl pregnant when they were both 17 and they got married pretty quickly. They were very young and immature as I look back on the situation now that I am an adult. Their freewheeling days of partying and having fun clearly were not over. My brother accused her of banging another guy which she denied and he wound up leaving her pregnant and alone. He went up north to live with his mother and I don't think I saw him for a few years. My sister-in-law, Brenda, was always nice when I met her and I thought it was cool when I became an uncle at the ripe age of 7-1/2. Sean was rarely in the picture as my brother didn't acknowledge his existence and my poor dad couldn't take Brenda's side in order to see his first grandchild. Looking back, it must have been very painful for him. He had to stand by his son and his accusations. Sean was rarely spoken about in the house and I barely remember seeing him up until I turned 16. I got my own car and felt a lot of freedom for the first time in my life. As I matured a little, many of my thoughts went back to Sean and how he must feel being an only child as his mom never remarried or had other kids. Ironically, they lived in town-less than one mile from where we lived-in a low-income housing area. Nicely painted shit-holes is how I remember them. I ran into Sean and his mom one time and I think I had a revelation that I really wanted to do the right thing for someone. Sean was now eight years old. He was a gorgeous sight. Beautiful smile, medium length blonde hair, cutest nose and those nice blue surfer eyes staring back at you. We had only a passing relationship/friendship. He knew I was his uncle but he also knew that there was some underlying reason why we never really hung out as I was growing up. Now, mind you, sex was always on my mind. I learned how to jack-off by my 13-yo neighbor when I was 11. He took me behind the shed in my backyard and said, "hey! Look what I just discovered!" He proceeded to pull down his pants, which was not uncommon as we had played nasty doctors and did other stuff beforehand (those stories at another time!). He had hair by now and he showed me how he held his cock. I pulled down my pants to reveal a 3" boner and comparing it to his 4" dick with orange hair above it. He was a true redhead with orange hair all over his body. Still an amazing sight to remember. He began stroking it while I tried my best to copy him. He started going faster and told me to keep watching him. I had never beat off before and was getting some incredible feelings. He kept saying how good it felt and that he was getting ready. I didn't know what he was talking about as I was a naive, but horny, boy. He kept stroking faster and faster and he finally said, "Watch this!". At that point he looked down at his dick and slowed down when a shot or two of this white stuff spilled out of his dick. I was of course amazed and astonished. After a few seconds, he told me what that was but didn't relate anything to me as far as getting a girl pregnant or anything else. All I knew was that apparently it felt great and was what older boys could do with their dicks. Ever since then, I was a non-stop sex machine and almost every thought revolved around sex. And I really figured out that I liked boys when I was young. I played around with my buddies and had even gotten butt-fucked at age 14 by my close friend. I enjoyed it all and couldn't get enough. Therefore, by the time I was 16, I was looking under every stone for a sex buddy. Whether it was jacking off, sucking off or fucking, it was all I could think about. Fortunately, there was never any real length of time where I didn't have some access to some sexual enjoyment. ***************************************************************** I came to the realization that maybe Sean would like to have something that I really didn't have-an older brother/uncle that could be a part of his life. If I could make his life a little bit more tolerable, it was something that I wanted to do. I had no sexual thoughts about Sean at all at this time and I did not go into this friendship with anything like that in mind. I mean, he was only eight. What could an eight year old do. Did he still believe in Santa? The tooth fairy? Come on! I went to his house and approached his mom. I told her straight out that I wanted to be a part of Sean's life and would that be ok. She was very surprised and taken aback that a 16-year old would want to have anything to do with a boy Sean's age. When I told her my reasons, she quickly agreed and we brought Sean into the room. I asked him if it was ok that maybe I could come around sometime and hang out or maybe we could go to the park or whatever. His eyes lit up and ran up to me and gave me a hug and answered with a quick `Yes!'. I was going to get pretty used to his affectionate side. It was always one of his greatest attributes. His mom told him that this was a very good thing that I was doing for him and that he should be really thankful that he would have a man in his life. Wow! A man! I hadn't been called that yet! I pumped out my chest somewhat after hearing that. I think she was also relieved in that maybe sometimes I could baby-sit for her while she was working and could save some money. I had no problem with that. In fact, a little extra gas money would be good. ***************************************************************** I started to pal around with Sean when he was almost nine. He seemed to be far more mature than other kids I knew. I think it was more of a street-smart intelligence as his mom lived king of a rough life with men coming over for a little sex fun (with her) and being exposed to recreational drugs by seeing his mom and her friends smoke pot and take a few pills and hits sometimes. When you spoke with him, it wasn't like a little kid waiting for Santa, it was more like this was his life and he wanted to do what he could to have fun and stay out of his mother's way. She never hit or beat him-she loved him immensely but was just too damn tired from working seven days a week to make a clear impact on the little boy. We went to the drive-in together many times. I even bought a couple of balls; soccer, football, baseball and basketball, and began taking him to the park and school fields where we had a great time living the `big brother' life. It seemed like he just wanted to lose himself when we were together. It was sad times when we had to go and the hugs started lasting longer when I would leave. I felt that I was doing my `Christianly' duty in hanging out with the kid. Besides, being an only child myself, I loved having the company and being able to `be the boss'. I guess things started to change after a month or so one day when we were at his house, his mom working for the next many hours and we got to wrestling. I remember that it was a couple of weeks before his ninth birthday. We were tackling each other and I was throwing him on the bed and would run and let him catch me. We did that a few times before he caught me one time and quizzically told me, "You're gonna pay for that!". Right then, our worlds would change forever. As he was straddling me, he reached underneath himself and grabbed my dick hard through my pants! I yelped-not from pain, but more as a complete surprise. He laughed, got up and ran into the bedroom again. I got myself up, thought very quickly as to what I should do. With a million thoughts going through my head, I figured, what the hell-I ran to the bedroom where I caught him in there with a look I'll never forget. He wasn't laughing or smiling. I think he just wasn't sure about that line he had just crossed and was ready for any consequences. We just stood there looking at each other. He said, "Sorry" and waited. He didn't have to wait long before I ran, tackled him and through him on the bed, all the while laughing. I'm sure he was relieved as I straddled him and smiled. He smiled back knowing that things were fine. I touched my finger to his chin and slowly worked my way down his chest. Through the buttons on his shirt and down to the top of his pants. I scooted down a little allowing more access. While looking at his cute, cherub face, I continued moving my finger a little further over his pants button, and down a little to the zipper. I slowed when I encountered a little indentation of some sort right where I knew it would be. I stopped and started to rub with a little more pressure and felt the treasure rise. I looked at him and he just looked at me while in complete peace. I knew things were fine and decided to get more bold. I told both hands and placed them at the top of his pants and gently unbuckled the button. I then slowly lowered the zipper down. I could now make out his white underwear. I pulled the pants down a little-being very careful of my actions and not wanting to scare him or mess things up for the future. I got them as far as I could a few inches-just enough to see all of his underwear and a nice boy-bulge in the middle. He had his arms up over his head and seemed content to let me continue. I placed my fingers over the bulge and began to rub this very hard object. I began to rub up and down now that I could grab ahold of it. I couldn't wait any longer and quickly placed my fingers at the top of the elastic and gently raised it up, over and down exposing his dick for the first time. I surprised him, but in a good way. Here was this cute boy, with a 2-1/2" circumcised dick staring right at me. His little balls all nice and snuggled together. I gently placed my fingers around it and stroked it and played with his balls until I could hear him say quietly, "That feels good!". I started to masturbate him and I could see that he closed his eyes enjoying every bit of it. I could see him start to move his body with pleasure and I didn't know how much longer to continue doing it. I knew he wouldn't cum, but I also remember that I felt like I had to pee near the end. I went faster and I could tell that he had never felt that way before. He moaned a little bit more and I kept going until I saw him rise up and look at his dick and said, "Wow-you need to stop. It tickles too much!". I stopped and watched him grab his dick and play with it a little. I guess trying to figure out how he could get that pleasure again. I doubt that he had an orgasm but I'm sure I changed the way he looked at his dick in the future. By now, I was hard as a rock and my pants were bulging and was very obvious. "Do you have a boner, too?" Sean asked. "Yes!" I told him. "Can I see it?!" "Umm, are you sure? I could get in trouble" He said, "I'm not going to tell anyone! That felt real good. I want to see how big yours is. I've never seen a big one before". Well, I was 16 and I don't think it was that big but I quickly got off of him, rolled over and began to unbuckle my pants. I unbuttoned them and took down the zipper. I revealed my boxers tenting out like never before. I pushed down my pants so he could see the straining boxers. I asked him, "Are you sure?". "Yeah! Hurry up!" He seemed more excited than I was. I think he was a little apprehensive to touch my underwear so I went ahead and yanked them down all the way revealing the first teenage/man boner with hair that he ever saw. I had a fair amount of light hair being blonde, my balls had some hair growth on it and my circumcised boner was probably about 5-1/2" by then and average width. There seemed to be some wetness at the top which had never happened before. This seemed so exciting and dangerous that I was in another world it seemed. I grabbed ahold of my dick and started to stroke it a bit. Sean kept looking at it with his mouth agape. He was fascinated by the size, the hair, everything that he didn't yet have. I asked him if he liked my dick. I know, what kind of a question is that to ask a boy, but I remember he said, "Yeah!". I got what I was looking for. I noticed him scooting closer to me as I stroked a little faster. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Beating off." "What's that?" "When you get older, you do it to feel really good and at the end you cum." "What's cum?" I thought about the answer because I quickly realized that I was talking to a boy not yet nine years old. "It is when you can squirt out some white stuff that makes you have the best feeling in the world. Wanna see?" "Yeah!" "OK. Come over here." I laid flat on the bed and him beside me sitting up so he could get the full view. I said, "This isn't going to take long. I'll tell you when it's going to happen." "OK." Not knowing what to expect. I raised my shirt to my chin and began beating my dick faster and faster. I was and am still a real mover and writher when it comes to jacking off. He came closer to look at the spectacle. Things were getting close by now. I told him, "Just a few more seconds!". And it was just that. I said, "Here it comes!" when a large shot of white sperm flew out of my dick straight up and landed on my stomach followed by three more squirts that left some nice four or five inch trails on my chest. It was the best cum that I had ever had up to that point. I came down from the high of orgasm to see Sean with his mouth again wide open and looking at the white stuff that just came out of my dick. "Wow! When can I do that?!" I said, "When you turn 13 but if you start doing it now, the earlier it could be, like maybe 12." "That is so cool but messy." "Yeah, it feels so good but you gotta clean up afterwards. You need to keep a cum rag in your room to clean up after." "Cum rag?" "Yeah, this stuff is called `cum' and you wipe it off after you cum at night and go to sleep. You gotta hide it good so your mom won't find it. You still have a few years of fun before you start making the sperm. Can you get me some Kleenex so I can wipe up?" "Sure.". He ran into the bathroom and came back with a bunch of tissues. He watched me intently while I was cleaning the cum from my hand, chest and pubes. I then saw him reach over and touch my now soft dick and then pull away quickly. "Go ahead, pal. I don't kind. This is what your dick is probably going to look like and feel like when you get older. You might as well get an idea now!" He moved his hand back over and felt the head and moved down the shaft to the balls. He ran his fingers through the sparse hair and felt him experience the coarseness of the pubic hair. I started to feel myself get hard again but decided that it was probably enough for one day. I gently moved his hand away and said, "We have plenty of time later to mess around. Let's just clean up a little and talk in the living room." He agreed and I flushed away the sexual evidence. My mind was going 100 mph by now and wondered what I was going to say to him. This could be an incredible, long-lasting, rewarding situation for both of us and I had to make sure he knew that this was not wrong and that I would never harm him in any way. I had to think of the words quickly. This was a great and overwhelming lesson for Sean, I knew. ***************************************************************** Feel free to email me with your thoughts- dreamcatcher14m@hotmail.com. Chapter two coming soon!