Date: Tue, 01 Feb 2005 20:09:01 -0600 From: Xavier Subject: Summer in the Country This is a fictional story containing sex between an uncle and a teenaged nephew. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading. If you are interested in my other stories, you can find them listed in the Authors section under Xavier L. Please feel free to email me with comments or if you'd like to be notified when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk. Summer in the Country by Xavier L Dillon, now 14, and his 12-year-old brother have been spending summers at my home fairly regularly since they were little. My house is pretty isolated and surrounded by woods which makes things interesting for inquisitive, adventurous, young boys. Their mother is one of those ultra protective kind, and I'm much more laid back. I think that's also part of the escape for them. When my sister called and asked if I would let Dillon come by himself for a couple of weeks and then be joined by his little brother, I was a bit surprised. "What's up?" She sighed. "Dillon and Erik are constantly fighting these days. Dillon's at the age where it's all about privacy and possessions. Daniel, they're driving me seriously batty!" I had to choke down my customarily acerbic comment before answering: "Ahhh, I see now. Of course he can come by himself. If you think they need more than 2 weeks, that's cool too. Whenever." "BLESS you Daniel!! Have I told you lately how much I love you?" "Oh my gawd! It MUST be bad then!!" I replied jokingly. She laughed, adding: "And thank you." "Thank you for what?" She lost me. "For not taking that `batty' comment I made and running with it," she replied laughing again. "Ohhhh! It WAS tempting." "I'll put him on the train tomorrow morning. Should be there at. . . 4:30 it looks like." "If you can trust the trains, yeah." I hadn't seen either of the boys in about 2 years, but I remembered what Dillon's appetite was like when he was 12, so I prepared by stocking up even more than normal. I hoped I had left room in the trunk for his bags! Luckily, the train was on time. I waited at the side as all the passengers came off when I saw Dillon's familiar tanned skin and big smile. Amazing what 2 years can do to young men when they were this age. "Oh my gawd Dillon!! Is that really you?" I asked, genuinely shocked. His smile broadened. He had large blue eyes that were so blue they rivaled sapphires. His blonde hair and eyelashes provided an even starker contrast. His shoulders had broadened more, and he had a very athletic build. "He must have to beat the girls off with a stick!" I thought. I helped him carry his bags to the car and load them up. We stopped at his favorite pizza place for dinner. He didn't stop talking until I forced him to go to his room and unpack. Later we talked over a bowl of ice cream. "So, what's up with you and your brother? Your mom says you're constantly going at it." I saw his shoulders fall and could tell he wasn't thrilled with this topic. "Hey dude, I'm not getting on you. I know what it's like to have a younger sibling, remember? I can't tell you what a pest your mom was." I offered with both of us laughing. I was glad to have eased the tension. "She just doesn't understand, Uncle. I'm 14!! I'm a man now!" he said, being totally serious. I suppressed a smirk and let him continue. "I just need more privacy and don't need that little kid following me around everywhere." He looked at me begging for some support or comment. I simply smiled and said: "Yep. Been there, done that. Bought the T-shirt." I allowed a pregnant pause. "OK," changing the subject, "what game are you going to kick my ass in tonight?" "Halo of course!" He was too cheery about beating me at his favorite game. Real "Ugh. OK. Might as well get whipped at something I'm halfway good at." Seeing the twinkle in his eye, I quickly interjected: "Shut it." I had to laugh as he sat back in his chair and folded his arms absolutely reeking in self-confidence. "Yeah, must feel good to beat an old man. Don't make me talk about the Atari days boy." He responded by taking a butter knife off the table and pretended to stab himself. "Smart ass," I commented as I walked by him and knocked his baseball cap off his head. After soundly beating me at his game, he selected our evening's movie. We watched it together on the couch. He lay with his head on my thigh and his body stretched out, his long toned legs taking up the rest of the couch while his feet, still covered in ankle-high socks, hung over the edge. I played with his hair every so often, something he had loved, along with back rubs, since he was just barely out of diapers. After the movie was done, I sent him off to bed. "Do you like to shower at night or in the morning?" When he didn't immediately respond, I added: "You do shower I hope." He gave me that "duh" look and said, "It depends on whether or not I've been sweaty. I can shower in the morning though." "Sounds good." I escorted him to his room, gave him a hug and a kiss good night and then went to bed myself. I woke up late the next morning and went to check on Dillon. I knocked gently on his door and then slowly cracked his door open. He was still asleep. I walked over and sat on his bed. I figured he was faking, but I wasn't sure. It has been an unspoken tradition that I wake the boys up by rubbing their backs, chest or legs, whichever is easier to get at. In Dillon's case he was lying on his back, the sheet half down his chest. I placed a hand lightly on his chest and shook him. "Wake up faker." He didn't respond, so I began gently rubbing his chest. He was sure developing nicely I thought. I moved the sheet off of most of his body finding him wearing only his boxers. I rubbed down his chest to his abs. Not only did he have lady killer looks, but he had a body to match. Already had a 6-pack, the tan interrupted only by a small blonde treasure trail which had been bleached white by the sun. I don't know what happened, but I became almost entranced by his physique. I lovingly admired his muscles and their feel beneath my hand. His skin was so soft and smooth. At some point I glanced at his face and saw a small smile, his eyes still closed, fully enjoying his massage. My hand continued to trace over his bronze torso, gliding over the various ridges made by bone and muscle. During one pass below his navel, I noted a lump in his boxers that wasn't there before. As I rubbed his belly, it started to become larger. "He's getting wood!" I realized silently. I looked up at his face, and he seemed oblivious. Perhaps he didn't realize the sheet no longer covered his groin. I continued my massaging motions, my eyes firmly affixed to the rising bulge in the flannel. I made slower, more sensuous passes over his abs. When my hand swept close to the waistband of his underwear, I heard him suck in his breath. He was getting off on this I realized. And then I noted the familiar feeling of fullness in my own groin as my cock began to respond. My rational mind told me to quit, cover him up and gracefully exit. My curious mind, however, wanted to see what would happen next. Curiosity won as my turned at an angle and the tips of my fingers dangerously broke beneath the elastic. I saw the bulge twitch up and could feel the tension beneath my hand. Sexual tension. I moved the sheet off of his legs now and began rubbing his legs. As my hand went onto his thigh, his legs spread apart invitingly. As my fingers invaded the leg of his boxers, I could've swore I heard him lightly moan. This time I got braver and massaged his thigh over the flannel, making small advances toward the tent in his underwear. He made absolutely no attempt to stop me. In fact he seemed to be desperately wanting me to continue. The tension between us was incredible. I massaged his thigh until I next to his balls. I lay my hand there and began rubbing his chest and abs with the other hand, this time teasing his nipples a bit. I felt his hand rest on my naked knee. I looked down and noticed the way I sat parted my robe a little to expose some of my leg. At this I slid my hand over to where his balls lay hidden and gently rubbed them. The grip on my knee tightened and his back arched a little upward. My hand was now shaking as it approached the rise in the fabric. I gently placed it on his cotton-enshrouded cock. This time I heard him moan loudly. I began stroking it up and down. I saw one of his hands reach to his waistband and begin to shove his boxers down his hips, freeing his erect dick. He had a much larger dick than I expected, and he had large balls as well, all lightly covered by ash blonde pubes. His balls struck me as being perfect. His dick was fairly thick too. I gently began stroking his cock, moving up and down its shaft with my hand closed in a fist around his rod. He started to kick off his boxers, and I helped him allowing him to spread his legs apart even wider. I rubbed his fuzzy thighs as my other hand continued stroking him. I had never done anything like this before with anyone since I was 12. And then we just jacked each other off. This time I felt drawn to his cock, hypnotized by the combined beauty of his dick and balls. I felt myself lean in closer, his musky scent filling my nostrils and almost making me dizzy. I felt my mouth open as it slowly encompassed my nephew's firm penis. I heard Dillon moan again, this time more loudly, and felt his pelvis rise up, pushing his dick deeper into my mouth. I then felt a hand rest on my head and gently push me down more. The weight of his hand pressing on my head, his pelvis moving up and down slowly as he began to fuck my mouth, and his hand gliding up my thigh, all crowded my senses, and I felt a different kind of heat spread within me. My heart was thumping in my ears, and I gagged myself as I tried to swallow all of his cock. That didn't deter me as I continued to devour his teenaged dick, his hips lifting off the bed as he fucked my mouth. I felt the cloth of my robe part and Dillon's body shift as his mouth covered my swollen dick. I threw my robe off and moved more of my body onto the bed, moving into a 69 position with my nephew. I wrapped my arms around his butt, trying to force every inch of him into my throat. He responded by rolling toward me so that I was forced onto my back, his knees landing on either side of my head. He began to fuck my mouth more firmly now, his own mouth wildly servicing my cock. When his pumping got even more strenuous, I knew he was very close. Right after that thought, he drove his dick deeper into my throat, his pubes jammed against my chin, and my mouth was filled with his sweet-and-salty fluid making me cough and gag. His cock was firmly planted in my mouth, and so I swallowed his cum. That made me blow my own load which was likewise swallowed. After he had milked my cock, he rolled over onto his back, both of us breathing hard, our bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat. His hand reached out and grabbed mine, and we held onto each other as we caught our breath. My eyes grew wide in shock as I heard him say: "This is going to be one fun summer!" Watch for part 2