Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2012 16:38:41 -0400 From: Ray Subject: Prodigeous, a new story PRODIGIOUS A story by Lee Mariner This story is copyrighted ã 2012 by the author and, ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED. Posting on any website other than the Nifty Archives or duplicating in any way without the author's written permission is prohibited. The story is fictional and intended for ADULT readers only. If you are not of legal age in your locality to be reading adult material, or should you disapprove of this type of material, PLEASE LEAVE. mariner1931@cox.net Aaron my youngest nephew was born on a stormy autumn day. He weighed 9 pounds seven ounces and damn near had a full head of dark brown hair and, his eye color was, eventually, hazel. One afternoon, I was sitting with Tony in his basement den having a beer when Aaron came down the stairs. He bee lined toward me and with one knee extended slightly, he leaped into my lap driving his knee into my crotch unintentionally squeezing my cock and balls. "Whoa boy," I said, catching him with my arms and breathing in sharply from the pain as Aaron twisted his body and plopped his tight little ass down where his knee had been. Hearing me sort of softly groan, Tony said, "Aaron, your getting to be a little big to be sitting in your uncle's lap." When he was younger, he often sat in my lap but he was eight years old and considerably heavier. Twisting around to look at me, Aaron said, "Did I hurt you uncle Lee?" "No, not really," I replied while slipping one arm around his waist and resting my other hand on his thigh. Tony shrugged and Aaron started asking questions. Like most young boys, he couldn't sit still and talk, he moved and twisted around. Whether he realized it or not, his twisting and turning in my lap was provocative and I felt my cock starting to swell. His agitating movements, the pressure of him sitting in my lap and the warmth brought my cock to it's hard eight inch length and a couple of times when he looked at me as he was talking, I was pretty sure he could feel my hardon pressing against the cheeks of his ass. If Tony realized it or not, he didn't say anything but, I was uncomfortable and, I asked Aaron to sit in another chair. I must have hurt his feelings since he went upstairs with the excuse of having to do his homework before supper and, I said I had a couple of things to do. Nothing was said about that afternoon but, Aaron stopped sitting in my lap whenever I visited. As Aaron grew, he would stop by my apartment. Sometimes I was dressed but on several occasions, I was only wearing my robe. Tony knew of these visits and, he knew I was gay but, he never protested. I like to think that he was recalling our youth when we explored each others bodies and learned about man to man sex. I loved Aaron, probably a little more than an uncle should but, he was as close to a son as I would have. Although we were related, I must admit the thought of having sex with Aaron crossed my mind on more than one occasion. He was an athlete, well built and good looking. Any gay man would give his eye teeth to have him and it took a lot of will power to resist the temptation. It was mid-July when I found out. I was in my home office working on the tax returns of one of my larger clients. We had obtained an extension until mid-August and, the client had only just furnished me with the remaining receipts and records that I needed to finish the return. I wore my silk robe most of the time and once in a while, I would shrug off the top portion and let it fall over the back of my chair. One time, I was busy and, I was sitting totally nude at my desk when I heard Aaron call out, "Uncle Lee, you at home?" Before I could get my robe untwisted and back on, he walked into the room and said, "Oh, I didn't know you were home but," he said grinning broadly, "you don't have to put your robe on because of me." I was taken aback by his nonchalant statement and for a brief moment, I stood silent before answering just as nonchalantly, "and why not?" Aaron stood about ten-feet from where I was standing. He was wearing a sleeveless muscle shirt and denim shorts that looked like they might have been a size or two small. He had sandals on his sockless feet and he was carrying a plastic Target bag with what ever it was that he had purchased. The one thing that caught my attention was the very obvious swelling that was extending down the left leg of his shorts. Dropping the bag in a chair, his grin had grown broader as he moved closer and said, "Uncle Lee, do you remember when I was eight-years old and I sat in your lap?" My eyes were riveted on the left leg of his shorts as I sat down and said, "Yes." "And, do you remember getting a hard on while I was sitting in your lap?" Memories of that day flashed through my head and a tingling sensation in my groin preceded the swelling of my cock. Aaron had moved to the edge of my desk as I said, "Yes, I remember it and, I've always wondered if you had felt it." "I did and I didn't really understand it but, after you left, Dad told me I was getting to old to be sitting in your lap. But, when I asked him why I shouldn't, he explained that you were gay and for me to sit in you lap was not a good idea." "Since your dad explained what being gay is, I don't have to explain that some men prefer men for sex rather then women and gay uncles should not have sex with their nephews," I said. Aaron removed his shirt and unsnapped the waistband of his shorts. Thick, silky brown hair showed as he pulled the zipper down. The zipper flaps fell open revealing a thick brown bush and the base of his cock. When I glanced up at him hovering over me, he place his thumbs under the waistband and very softly, he said, "do you want me to stop?" Sliding my chair back and twisting to face him, he dropped his eyes and looked at my steel hard nine-inches jutting upward. Inhaling deeply, I said, "stop only if you want to, Aaron." With the steady downward pressure of his thumbs, Aaron slowly revealed the thick, magnificent length of his uncircumcised eight or nine-inch cock. Stepping out of his shorts, he moved toward me, his cock waving slowly from side to side as he moved. I glanced up at him and was about to ask him what he was going to do when he sat down on my legs and said, "don't get mad at me Uncle Lee but, I have wanted to have sex with you ever since I learned what sex was. I never really understood what being gay was when dad told me about it but, I'm pretty sure I'm gay." Breathing in deeply, I placed my arms around Aarons waist. Clasping my fingers together, I pulled him closer until I felt the electricity of our cocks pressing together. Grinning again, he interlocked his fingers behind my neck and leaning forward, he brushed my lips with his and whispered, "I love you, Uncle Lee." A warm feeling washed over me and we gazed into each others eyes for a few seconds. There were little golden flecks in the depths of his hazel eyes and, I could feel the beat of his heart. For the first time since I realized that, I was gay, I had the dream of every gay person sitting in my lap and, I didn't really know what I should do. I knew how to make love to another man but, not to Aaron. At least not at that moment but, I was going to find out. "I have loved you since you were born, Aaron," I whispered as our lips met. I felt the tip of his tongue probing my lips and, I slowly opened mine to the oral assault that both of us wanted. Unclasping my fingers, I slowly moved my hands up and down over the rippling muscles of his back as we kissed. I felt his back muscles tighten and then relax under the massaging effect of my fingers. I felt the wet pre-seminal fluid oozing from the urethral opening in the crown of our cocks and a soft moaning as we kissed. Disengaging our lips and leaning my head back slightly, I asked, softly, "Are you feeling any differently, Aaron?" Opening his eyes, he gazed into mine for a second before saying, "I don't know how to explain it Uncle Lee. I liked the feeling of your arms around me, and moving your fingers over my back sort of made me shiver at first but then, I felt warm and I could feel my muscles relaxing. The best part was kissing you. I really enjoyed that. It was as if we were sort of the same person but, if you hadn't pulled away, I could feel some stuff starting to ooze from my cock and I was almost ready to shoot my load." A warm feeling spread over me as I listened. His innocence was the way that I had felt when I was his age. Tony and I had each other to learn about our sexuality but, Aaron didn't have a brother to rely on. I felt my cock softening some as he was explaining how he felt. Glancing down between us, I could see his hardon was subsiding. When he glanced at me, he grinned and said, "it always gets soft when I stop playing with it or stop looking at pictures of boys sucking and fucking each other." Chuckling softly, I said, "that always happens but, it won't take long to get hard again." "Can we do it again?" He asked sheepishly. "In the bed, it's a lot more comfortable."