Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2023 15:47:33 +0100 (CET)
From: penguinsrgay@tutanota.com
Subject: Summer Rain with Neighbor and Nephew (Revised)

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I woke up from my nap with the sun on my face. It creeped in through the
living room window, making the navy blue couch rather toasty. It filled my
vision under my right eyelid with a bright orange light that increasingly
uncomfortable. I got up rather abruptly and felt the sensation of dried
semen cracking on my belly. I recalled my jack off session after my night
shift at work. A wiser man would have showered after rather than risk
staining the couch, which was narrowly avoided with the intervention of my
discarded tee shirt. It was certainly time to shower now. In less than an
hour, I would be picking up my nephew from the bus station.


I hadn't seen him since the pandemic, at an awkward and dramatic family
reunion. A stupid and petty inheritance dispute was hanging over the
affair. Back then, I had done my best to avoid said drama by teaching my
nephew and a younger cousin a few card games. It had more or less worked,
until my sister blabbed to an uncle about a highly overvalued wristwatch
that I quickly agreed to part with. She was ten years my senior and I was
annoyed at how she was already drunk and spilling small secrets.


My nephew as of the reunion was a fairly typical eleven year old; loud
mostly. He had curly dark brown hair cut short, grass stained foam sandals
and a wide smile that showed a missing upper left incisor. He had talked at
length about an anime he was into, his swim club, and friends at
school. Much of it I don't remember. I wondered if I would recognize
him. My sister, his mother, hadn't really been in touch for the past two
years.


I summoned a ride in my phone and hurriedly started washing. Conveniently,
or inconveniently, depending on your perspective, my shower, sink and
toilet were all confined to the same narrow space, so I could shower while
shaving in the mirror. There wasn't much to remove, despite my age of 21, I
didn't grow more than 50 or so patchy hairs on my face. Despite the implied
simplicity of shaving such a sparse area, I still managed to cut myself and
quietly cursed as I rinsed my face. The razor was probably overdue for
replacement but there wasn't time for that now.


I quickly dressed and applied a band aid to my face. There was an energy
drink that I stole from work, so I took that and hurried outside to the car
waiting outside. I tipped the driver generously in advance for waiting, at
least by my standards, it was 5 dollars. She drove us into town. It was
slow going with rush hour traffic. A few blocks away from our destination,
the driver abruptly turned into a plaza and went straight across it and two
more like it at an unreasonable speed before stopping across the street
from the bus station. And that's when I saw Moe impatiently waiting outside
the bus station.


He had changed a lot. His hair was longer, forming a loose ball of curls
that covered his ears. He was much taller now, about two inches shorter
than me. His freckles had started to fade away and he had gotten paler from
too much time indoors. He had also put on weight, he was not fat but he was
a far cry from the spry and lean boy I remembered. His sneakers didn't seem
to fit well as his toes stretched the mesh fabric on top.


I tentatively said hello in case I had the wrong person. Moe scoffed.


"What took you so long?"


The boy hefted what seemed to be a plastic blue laundry basket with a clear
lid and shoved it in the passenger seat of the ride share. He was a bit
rude for being only 15 minutes late. I asked the driver to take us home and
spent the ride occasionally asking polite questions only to get short
evasive answers.


Moe was in my care because my sister had been convicted of a few crimes and
was imprisoned on the other side of the state in particular for skipping
bail. This had not been intended exactly, she needed money to pay her
fines, and the place to get it was out of state. She was picked out by drug
sniffing dogs, sans-drugs, but being out of state was enough to screw up
everything. Moe was with me and not his father because I had a steady job,
a house (or trailer rather) with a spare bedroom and no history of dodging
child support. I had no kids but that's besides the point.


We arrived at my place and I tipped the driver (again) with my last dollar
and some change. She accepted it with annoyance and drove off. Moe
struggled with his laundry basket and I offered my help, only for him to
decline. I stepped ahead of him and opened the door. He set it on the floor
and shoved it forward from the bottom of the three stairs leading
inside. He was visibly sweating.


"Want some water?"


"Sure."


I filled a glass, a mason jar rather, and he drank the whole thing with a
few gulps and a short sigh. I got a good look at the basket and saw he had
not many clothes but plenty of books. Mostly manga I guessed, from the
uniform thickness of the paperback volumes.


"You read a lot of comics?"


It was perhaps a dumb question but it seemed less invasive than asking him
what books were in there.


"Oh yeah, pretty much."


It was an equally dumb response but sensible if one was being evasive. I
showed Moe to his room. It was small, about 7x10, with a double bed in
plain navy blue sheets against the wall and a mismatched desk and chair
against the other. There was no closet but there was a tall dresser making
the room feel that much smaller next to the door. Moe stepped in and looked
around. He seemed satisfied.


"Where is the bathroom?"


"It's behind you."


He turned around and stepped in and shut the door behind him. I decided
this was as good a time as any to cook so I took the prepared lasagna out
of the freezer and began preheating the toaster oven. Then I washed and
started slicing zucchini. Moe stepped out, apparently relieved, and bent
down to slide his basket towards his room. While some might complain about
possibly scratching a floor with this activity, I had no such pretensions
about my decades old linoleum. As he turned the corner, I noticed his
drawstring sweatpants exposing the top of his butt just a bit and looked
away in embarrassment. I didn't like my reaction to this and tried to push
it from my mind. It was time to dress the zucchini for a quick fry.


Moe didn't come out of his room for a while, when the lasagna was done, I
knocked on his door to check on him.


"Are you hungry? I made lasagna."


"Umm... Give me a few minutes..."


I heard the bathroom door open and the sound of the sink. Moe returned with
the scent of pancake batter about him and a bit of wetness under his shirt
where he had apparently washed himself. I wondered if he knew how
transparent his activities were. I politely acted oblivious.


I served up a slice for him and myself and began to attempt conversation
again.


"So how do you like your room?"


"It's fine."


"I hope it's not to small."


"It's fine."


"Do you still swim?"


"It's fine."


He seemed more focused on food than considering my questions so I let us
dine in silence for a while. The sun had moved over the previous hours,
casting a long golden shape over our bare feet. I tried to place music in
the moment. The warmth was nice and helped me relax a bit. It was ok that
Moe was a bit standoffish for now. He would warm up. I didn't need to press
him. And if he didn't, that would be ok too. Probably.


"Do you have any games on your phone?"


I looked up and saw Moe had finished his plated and was looking at me
expectantly.


"Um... yes."


"Can I see?"


I passed my phone to him, a slightly regretted it because I didn't want him
to browse my gay dating app or anything. But it seemed I had nothing to
worry about as he became engrossed in a racing game. I finished my own food
and began cleaning up. I still tried to make conversation occasionally.


"Do you still watch that anime you were into at the party?"


"Not really."


"How are you doing in the game?"


"Ok I guess."


"Have you played it before?"


"Nope."


I started the last task, cleaning the lasagna pan well enough to recycle
it. The water made loud metallic droning sound as I sprayed away the
remaining sauce. Moe spoke up.


"Why is your toilet and sink under the shower?"


"It saves space and makes it easier to clean."


"It's weird."


I couldn't dispute that.


"You want to do anything today? Maybe walk around the neighborhood?"


"Not really. I'm tired."


"If you you are going to bed, you should probably shower first. You were on
the bus for a while."


"Yeah I guess."


"Towels are in the hallway closet."


I felt a bit restless. Maybe it was the energy drink. I considered the
trailer home I would be sharing. Everything was reasonably clean and
organized, if sparse. A lot of what was here was my ex-boyfriends and he
took it with him when he moved out. I have been picking up shifts to make
the place reasonably equipped for my nephew and I'm still not quite used to
the overnight shifts.


I mess around on my phone a bit more looking for distraction and find it in
my bedroom watching a movie I had seen memes for a social media. I put in
earbuds to further distract me. It's kind of bad and I realize the memes
are more to make fun of it. There is at least one good scene, with the lead
actor being discovered naked in the closet, as a ploy to hide that he was
snooping, with the apparent discovery that he was having sex with the
partner of the antagonist. That was funny. And he was hot.


I realize it has been a while since Moe stepped in to shower. The garlic on
my breath is gross and I want to brush my teeth. I had not noticed the
knocking on my door. It opens slowly and I see a naked and wet Moe holding
his sweatpants in front of his crotch. His hair is pushed back, revealing
larger than average ears and a recent piercing. His belly has the remains
of a thin happy trail running up just to the navel. His lower legs seem
like they have been shaved as well. So he was still swimming competitively.


"Where are the towels?"


"They're in the hallway closet."


"I don't see them there."


"They are on the top shelf."


"Oh."


He closes the door and I sigh quietly. It's going to be hard to act normal.


...  Day 2 ...


The next morning I am woken up by quiet knocking on my door. I hear it this
time. I hastily grab a pair of boxers and pull them on. I'm used to being
naked at home, even when my ex lived here.


"You can come in."


"Where is the cereal?"


"I'm out. You like eggs?"


"Yeah ok."


I step out of bed and look at my phone. It's 9am and I hope my nephew
hasn't been waiting too long. He is wearing a pair of boxers that are small
on him and they hug his legs tight. He wears a large white tee that is
conversely a bit big on him. I don't bother with a shirt, I don't want to
stain anything with oil from the frying pan. I have too few suitable for
work as it is. It's also quite warm already, even for summer. I try and
keep my mind on cooking to keep myself from springing a boner.


I crack four eggs in the pan and cook them sunny side up. I put toast in
the toaster oven and make a pitcher of grape juice from concentrated syrup
and ice water. Moe drinks it greedily, pouring himself another glass
immediately after the first. I serve the eggs over the toast and hand a
plate to Moe. He shows little interest in the toast and mostly focuses on
the eggs. I make mine into a sandwich, carefully holding it the plate with
one hand and the sandwich in the other as I stand and eat.


"Did you sleep well?"


"I guess."


"You don't like the toast?"


"Bread gives me indigestion."


I made a mental note to buy crisp rice or grits or something. I was off the
next two days and my EBT would refresh tomorrow. Cooking for today would
require some creative use of what I had in the pantry. Moe fussed with his
eggs, cutting them with his fork around the yolk, eating the whites. Then
he carefully balanced the yolk on his fork and ate it in a single bite. I
half expected him to drop it but he seemed experienced with this technique.


"I don't want to waste the yolk." He explained factually. It made sense. He
ate the other yolk in the same fashion. "Want my toast?"


I felt slightly better about how things were going when he said that. It
was not only polite, but the most he had said continuously to me since he
moved in. I took a bite of the toast and abruptly he asked if he could play
that racing game on my phone again. I passed it over to him. The sun was on
the opposite wall and the rectangle of light seemed to frame Moe like a
portrait. I could see snatches of the lit wall through his hair. His
shoulders were broad and his trapezius rose to meet his neck at a neat 45
degrees. I caught myself and stopped admiring him to focus on cleaning
up. His focus on the phone was a blessing in that it kept him from noticing
me staring. It also brought another matter to my mind.


"Do you have a cell phone? I can put you on my plan."


"Nope."


That surprised me. I had a cell phone since I was 10. Then again, my sister
had been suffering from money problems since the start of the pandemic. And
with Moe being home all the time, there was no urgent need to give him one
as long as he had wifi and a tablet or computer. Although he had not moved
in with any electronics near as I could tell.


"I used to use Derek's tablet for school and games. But he moved out with
it."


Derek was my sister's boyfriend of questionable merit. He wasn't a bad
person exactly, just he wasn't very helpful after she was arrested the
second time. He broke off their relationship after she was convicted and
moved out with all his stuff. Moe had been home alone for a few days before
coming to live with me. He had expected that our family would just work
everything out. Needless to say my sister was pissed.


"Do you want my old phone? I can put you on my plan."


"Wow! Yeah! Please!"


"I'll go grab it. I won't be able to activate it until my next paycheck but
you can use it on wifi until then."


"Alright!"


He followed me to my bedroom and I started digging through my closet. There
was an awkward moment, when I found my sex toy in a box with the other
electronics. It was a sort of vibrating fleshlight that lacked any
simulated human body parts. I hoped that it was abstract and innocuous
enough and I tried not to draw attention to it. Perhaps I should have
stopped Moe from following, but he was so excited, I didn't want to dampen
his mood. He was finally warming up.


The battery was quite dead, I took the spare charger and brought it to the
living room to charge. Moe patiently stared at the screen as the charging
animation started.


"When can I turn it on?"


"Probably wait until 5-10 percent to be safe. I upgraded because the
battery was unreliable."


"It's been so long since I could talk to my friends."


I felt a little bad. Moe had probably been isolated for days since his
Mother's arrest. It was no wonder he was sullen before. And on the subject
of beating isolation, it would be good for Moe to get a key so he could
come and go. I wanted him to make friends here.


"I'm going to run to my job in a bit to collect my tips. I'll make you a
copy of the key the while I am out. Do you want to come with?


"Nah, I'm good. I want to catch up with my friends."


"Will you be ok here with the phone?"


"Yeah totally, thanks Uncle!"


I wrote down the wifi password just in case he decided to factory reset,
grabbed some proper clothes and set off. My bike was in the shed and it
carried me downhill towards town. The first stop was work. I work a 24 hour
diner chain as a waiter, sometimes line cook. The pay isn't great, as all
the regular employees are tipped. We have to have a pretty busy night to
make anything above minimum wage. But there is the convenience of
collecting your tips the day after to pay for small expenses. There was
about ten dollars waiting for me. I wouldn't be able to upgrade my phone
plan with this, I would need another sim card, but it would be enough to
copy my key and go to the laundromat.


The hardware store was small, just a simple storefront in a two story
building on main street. It wasn't far from the restaurant, not on a bike,
but the summer heat made it feel farther. My shirt was uncomfortably sticky
by the time I stepped in the cool air-conditioned room. I took my time
considering the different printed key designs. Moe might appreciate
something distinctive. But I wasn't sure I knew his tastes well enough to
pick. Ultimately I settled on a plain green aluminum key that was cheap and
made my way home.


I approached the door to my trailer saw an incredible sight through the
door window. Moe was completely naked on the couch and jerking off, too
absorbed in his phone's video to notice. From this angle I couldnt see much
of his body, mostly obscured below the window sill, as he lay sideways on
the couch with his legs over the armrest. I couldn't make out what he was
watching, I guessed it was video chat from how he seemed to move the phone
to catch an angle of himself, but it could have been porn. I ducked down to
respect his privacy.


It occurred to me that I never showed him where the plug was in his
bedroom. Although he would not have been able to use it as he was now, it
was by his desk, not his bed. I wasn't sure if I should knock or wait or
what I should do. Guiltily, I peeked again, and saw a rope of cum arcing
above him. It seemed to catch the early afternoon sun and sparkle in the
air and then splash his chest. Hopefully. I don't want that on the couch. I
made a mental note to get a washable couch cover when I could. After a few
more thrusts into the air with his wet penis in grip, he settled and caught
his breath. I decided I would give him some time to clean up and bike a lap
or two around the trailer park.


I went fast to conceal my erection, which was a little difficult as most of
the plots were uphill from my own. Still, the effort if anything helped it
go down such there was nothing unusual in my appearance after I passed a
few trailers. The neighborhood is in a period of transition where most
everyone there is either quite old or part of a young family. I passed a
woman with a stroller and waved. I don't know her name, I work late at
night and most of the clientele I meet are travellers. I'm also not openly
gay and I try and keep a polite distance to keep it that way. As far as
most anyone knows, my ex was just a roommate, which is fine by me.


As I approach the far end of the park, I meet Charlie, who is 11, and one
of the only boys in the trailer park close to Moe's age. His arms and legs
are muddy and he is waving to get my attention.


"HEY MISTER!"


I slow down and stop to greet him.


"Hi Charlie, what's up?"


"Who's that kid who moved in yesterday? Is he staying?"


"That's my nephew, Moe. He will be living with me."


Charlie folds his hands in an exaggerated gesture. "Interesting... I shall
have to test my true power against him. That is... if he can survive my
underlings..." He then proceeds to laugh in a quiet sinister manner.


Charlie, in my humble opinion, watches too much TV.


His mom, Mackenzie, steps around from behind the trailer, where she has
apparently been gardening. "M'lord, the weeds are getting restless. They
are starting to talk about a hero of some sort who will save them from
destruction."


"Then I shall have to teach them the TRUE meaning of despair..." He recites
his villainous laugh as he steps away to the garden.


Mackenzie turns to face me, she is holding a trowel and pair of dirty
gloves in one hand and a can of seltzer water in the other. We're friends
and she does know I'm gay. She was helpful after my breakup.


"So I hear from Charlie that you got a kid at home!"


"Yes that's right, my nephew Moe. He will be living with me."


"That's great news! Charlie needs more friends. How old is he?"


"He's 13, I'm sure he'd-"


"That's wonderful! The perfect age! I got an idea, why don't we set up a
play date tomorrow for them? You're off on Tuesdays right? Is 1pm good?"


"Well I'd have to-"


"Excellent!! Charlie will be so excited!" With that, she stepped away with
a wave to return to gardening. In the near distance, I heard Charlie making
strange noises to dramatize his chores.


Mackenzie has a way of imposing on people. I tolerate it because she shares
her produce with me. The zucchini from yesterday was a free gift from
her. She would probably understand if I had said no. But I didn't, it
wasn't a bad idea to introduce Moe to our neighbors. If I send him to say
hi, they might even send him home with more food.


I cycled back home and checked the window before opening the door. Moe was
still on the couch, naked. Apparently sleeping, the sunlight from the
opposite window draped him like a warm blanket. I entered and shut the door
gently. I couldn't delay entering forever, but I didn't want to wake him
either. While it was unlikely that anyone would see him, I thought to grab
a towel and drape it over him. As I approached I saw the shiny shell of
drying cum over his body in detail. It was already dry and flaked just a
little below his belly button and an inch below that where he had short
hairs growing up. His dick was about two and a half inches flaccid, a
respectable size. He was cut and the glans was a pinkish purple. Along with
his balls, it seemed to slowly move to a rhythm slower than his breath,
gently expanding and retracting in long moments. The semen extended up his
belly and onto his chest and face. And on to the couch, above his shoulder
and where it had dripped down along his waist, which mildly annoyed me. He
could have at least used his too small underwear balled up in his other
hand to catch the flow. But then I might have missed that sight earlier.


I felt a little guilty, but I knew that short sequence seared in my mind
would be jack off material for years. I laid the towel over him and admired
the spot of cum on his cheek. Just the right place to be away from the eye
and hair, but far enough from the abdomen to be visually
exciting. Eventually, I set the towel over him.


I went to the shower to have a quick jerk session of my own and get the
sweat off from my bike ride. The shower was cool, and despite that I came
almost instantly. When I finished washing up and stepped out in a towel, I
found Moe standing there looking sheepish, towel over the shoulder.


"Sorry about that, I didn't mean to fall asleep there like that..."


"Don't worry about it! I'll have to point out your wall outlet in your room
so you can have more privacy in a future."


Moe stepped in to clean himself up and I got dressed and started making a
late lunch of chocolate peanut butter smoothies and chopped vegetables to
dip in ranch dressing. Mostly carrots and celery with some peppers that I
got from Mackenzie. It was not exactly well-paired but it would do until I
went grocery shopping tomorrow.


Moe stepped out, now clean with the towel wrapped around his waist, and
helped himself to a smoothie.


"This is really good, what's in it?"


"Chocolate meal replacement mix, frozen banana, peanut butter, I think."


He continued to sip, not showing much interest in the veggies. I told him
about Charlie coming over tomorrow for me to babysit (that seemed better
that admitting that an arbitrary playdate was scheduled) and that he should
go meet Charlie and his family after lunch. After his smoothie (veggies
still untouched) he retreated to get dressed and I gave him the address. He
did take a slice of bell pepper on the way out. I decided to keep dinner
simple with Mac and cheese (my ex had conveniently left behind some with
rice noodles), cleaned up and set it aside for later.


With Moe out for a while, I decided to take a look at my own yard. It was a
bit late in the season to plant but I wanted to make it something suitable
for my needs. I wasn't sure what that would entail. It was an oval of
clay-like dirt from the restless energy of my ex's dog, who would run in
circles on his tether line and dig holes for us to fill back up. We didn't
want mosquitos coming for the puddles. There was the ashes of a fire pit in
the middle although the metal ring that formed it went with the dog, the
line and the ex. I supposed something fast could pop up with minimal effort
like dandelions. Although it was difficult to cook with them without
overwhelming a dish with their bitter flavor.


My cellphone rang, it was a collect call from the prison. I groaned
inwardly. Not that I didn't want to talk to my sister, I just could hardly
afford to. Still, with her son living here as of yesterday she deserved an
update. I decided to compromise and pick up, but tell it to her fast and
limit our conversation to a few minutes.


"Little bro!! How's Moe doing?"


"He's doing great! He just got here yesterday. I can't afford a long call
by the way, sorry."


"No no it's no prob I get it. Probably busted the bank to furnish the
place. The ex always said you live like a caveman."


"That's mean."


"Tru tho."


"Yeah yeah"


"So where is he, can I talk to him?"


"He's off visiting some neighbors. Hoping to help him make some friends. We
can schedule something so you can chat."


"Nah these bastards don't really do schedules. I just request a call and I
get it when I get it."


"I gave him my old cell phone, just got to get him on my plan."


"That's great! I bet he's hyped!"


"It will be easier to call once that happens."


"Def"


"So how are you holding up?"


"I fucking hate it in here bro. The men are ugly, my cellmates are boring
and the food tastes like dogshit."


"How would you know what dogshit tastes like?"


"I do now. Lol. Seriously though you gotta send me some hot sauce or
something. I feel like I might starve otherwise."


"I'll see what I can do. I really gotta go now."


"No prob I understand, tell Moe that Momma misses him."


"Will do."


I felt a bit melancholy. My sister was definitely putting on a tough
face. Probably to put Moe at ease. I went to my online banking app to
consider my budget and what I could spare, and when, for my sister. I still
had to buy Moe some clothes. He couldn't have packed more than three
outfits, and his shoes were going to start hurting his feet if they were
not replaced soon. Then there was the cell phone plan, school supplies, a
winter jacket... And I still wanted a social life. I didn't want to
compromise on that. I still had some friends with benefits I wanted to keep
in touch with.


It was bit overwhelming to consider all this, like I had done before, but
it seemed more real after that conversation. And still my sister had the
real short end of the stick. She was going to be locked up for at least
five years, probably longer. I just had to do my best for everyone.


I heard the key turn and saw Moe step in. He was grinning and had his own
share of dirt on his arms and legs. He explained that he had been helping
Charlie with weeding. He was not as muddy as his new friend had been, more
just dirty on the regular sense, probably on account of getting started
well after the plants were watered. He told me all about it.


"Charlie is a funny kid! He gets so into his villain thing! I literally
ROFL'd."


It also seems strange to me the way people younger than me turn acronyms
into words, although I guess I was doing the same thing with his Mom just
now. But everyone says lol. I knew I should share the contents of that
conversation, but it was better to let him enjoy the moment a bit longer.


"He's super into comics too, he was showing all this stuff he reads online
and it's all in color! It's crazy. I've mostly only ever seen manga in
black and white, except in cover pages or anime. The art isn't quite as
good though."


He continued and showed me all the links he saved on his new phone, not
that he could visit them until now since he had wifi.


"You should go shower up, I'll make dinner."


"What's for dinner?"


"Mac and cheese"


"Is it made with wheat pasta?"


"No, it's rice."


"Nice!"


Moe then stepped towards the bathroom to clean up again. Moe knew I was gay
since the family reunion, part of the drama was about my request to bring
my boyfriend as a plus one, which was denied, but considering the drama
that happened from everything else, I might as well had brought him. Moe
was cool with it and so was my sister. She did a good job raising him.


I started cooking and was done in ten minutes. I also chopped and stir
fried the dipping veggies from before to stir into the mix. As I was
finishing up, Moe stepped out yet again in a towel. A second towel hung
from his shoulder, apparently used for his hair.


"Is the toga coming back into fashion?"


"You should count yourself lucky I'm wearing anything."


I laughed, I'm glad he wasn't too hung up on being caught masturbating. I
scooped a serving into a deep soup bowl and handed it to Moe.


"You mixed in the veggies from before."


"That's right."


"You must think I'm rabbit or something."


"They're good for you. In my opinion your mom never cooks enough with
them."


"Mom? Cooking?"


"Haha yeah good point."


"So have heard from Mom at all?"


This was as good of a time as any. I told Moe about the call. He got a
little down.


"I miss her too."


"We'll visit her occasionally, when I can afford the trip. And we'll send
her gifts. And you'll be able to get calls from her when we get your cell
phone hooked up."


"I know..."


We kept talking long after the food was gone. We reminisced about old
stories his mom told him and her plethora of boyfriends and lovers that he
knew. He even made a tier list and had to make several ranks below f to
accommodate them all. This seemed to lift his spirits a bit.


When it was late at night, I quickly cleaned up and announced that I would
be going to bed.


"I want to stay up longer..."


"You can if you want. Just don't make too much noise or leave the house."


"Really?"


"It's summer and you're 13. I don't really expect a bedtime to stick."


"Wow you're kind of lenient."


"Tell me that after you start school."


"Noooo... I don't want to think about school! It's bad enough that I have
to see the back to school stuff in stores!"


"Yeah yeah, good night."


"Good night uncle."


I brushed my teeth, washed my face and went into my room to strip down. I
would have to start making sure Moe was brushing his teeth and washing his
face as well. He had quite a sweet tooth when he was younger and has a few
silver filings. I also still needed to do laundry. I set all this to the
back of my mind and tried to just relax and sleep. And it did come pretty
quickly.


I heard a few knocks on my door and woke up half asleep.


"Moe you can open the door, what is it?"


It was dark and I couldn't see much more than his outline from the dim
kitchen light on the other side of the hallway.


"I'm still missing my mom. Can I... just stay with you for a while?"


His voice was a little choked up. I could definitely sympathize.


"Sure, slide on in. Stay as long as you like."


My bed was a queen size bed, back from when I shared with my ex. There was
plenty of room, it took up a whole nook of my room with the wall to the
closet enclosing half the bed wall to wall. Moe slid in from the far side,
and I felt his bare thigh touch mine. I realized we both were naked and
tried to push it out of my mind. He was in a vulnerable state and this was
not the time to be distracted with sexual thoughts, let alone act on
them. I tried to remember how my own parents were rather free-thinking when
it came to nudity and how my sister probably raised Moe similarly.


We talked some more. Slowly, with me mostly listening and towards the end
perhaps with me being mostly unconscious. My attraction to my nephew
apparently could only do so much to keep me awake for better or worse. But
I felt like I had done the right thing.


For a brief moment I woke up, needing to pee and feeling thirsty. I
realized Moe was hugging my side sleeping, with his left left draped over
mine and a sticky boner pressed into my hip. He was about maybe five inches
with a girth of more than two inches. His balls were resting on me as well,
loosely hanging from the warmth of our bodies over my outer thigh. The
shaved hairs above his dick scratched a little as I shifted.


This situation brought my dick immediately to full attention. This would
not do. I carefully slid backwards on my knees to where the edge of the bed
met the wall, just below Moe's feet, quietly stepped off, and headed for
the bathroom. I relieved myself, my own jizz striking the wall of the
shower in a few more spurts than usual. I carefully rinsed the wall, then I
relieved myself in the more usual sense. I drank a glass of water and
carefully laid down again to the left, leaving ample space for Moe. Trying
to find my boxers on the floor would require turning on the light and I was
not up for that. And I fell asleep again.


At some point later I sort of half woke up to him also getting out of bed,
but I didn't remember him returning despite being aware for a few
minutes. I hoped he had returned to his own bed.


...  Day 3 ...


I woke and found my nephew awake, naked and sharing my bed, but on the
opposite side from which he had entered. I don't know how this was possible
without crawling over me while under the sheets. He was on his side, almost
pinned between the wall and me.


"How and why did you end up over there??"


"I wanted to stay in your bed, but I also needed a plug for my phone. The
battery on this dies too quickly."


Indeed, the plug nearest my bed was only accessible from the inside spot. I
peered at his phone and saw him reading comics. I rolled my eyes and made
my way to the shower. I didn't bother putting on shorts, although I
wondered if maybe I should have. He would not see less of me in the act of
changing, but as a symbolic act it might suggest a boundary. Strictly
speaking, we didn't do anything last night, although I observed a
horizontal snail trail across my belly from when Moe must have shifted
positions. I seemed to handle my self control alright, but I wasn't sure
dancing this close to the line was a good idea in the long run.


I had my own screwy history from with being sexual with adults at a very
young age and while I wasn't exactly traumatized, I wasn't on good terms
with those men. I wanted to have a good relationship with my nephew, he
deserves that, but I have confusing feelings from how open he is with his
sexuality. After last night there was really no denying that there was some
mutual attraction between us, although in his case maybe it only went as
far as general teenage horniness and not any specific desire for me.


I could at least intuit that on some level this felt like a game to
him. Not in a cynical way, but more like he doesn't understand the
consequences or think of the future. He just does what he likes and what he
is comfortable with because, to him, the stakes are low.


I remember my own situation had become very isolating after the fun was
over. I was forbidden from talking to my peers about it and even when I
did, they really didn't understand. And I couldn't interact with them the
same way that I did with those adults. Sure, some of my peers were curious,
but only that. To be fair, this happened to me much earlier than Moe's own
age of thirteen. Half my peers had already lost their virginity by
thirteen, although maybe that doesn't speak highly of the adults who were
responsible for us.


Whatever might happen between us, it would be different from my own
history, but it would not necessarily be good. I decided at the very least,
it would probably would be for the best if Moe stuck to his own bed except
on especially difficult nights like last night. And maybe I should get more
clothes that can be a physical barrier when I want one. Or if and when he
does for that matter.


I jerked off in the shower, for a bit more self-control, just to keep my
boner down, and got ready to start my day. When I stepped out, Moe was
ready to step in with a mischievous boner poking his towel out. I decided I
would discuss boundaries over breakfast. A prerequisite for which is, of
course, making breakfast. I got dressed and headed to the kitchen.


I made buckwheat pancakes and more of the grape juice.


This time when Moe came to the table, he was fully dressed. A good start I
suppose.


"I see you have abandoned the toga look."


"It's cool enough now to wear clothes."


He was right about that. It was 10 degrees cooler today and cloudy. It was
supposed to rain later. It was still a bit muggy in my opinion, but I was
the one cooking. I served Moe a few pancakes and sat down in front of my
own. I watched as he generously covered his in maple syrup.


"We should talk about last night."


"What? You want the side with the charger all to yourself?"


"No. I mean yes, but more specifically. There was something sexual to last
night and we should talk about that."


"What do you mean last night was sexual? It totally wasn't sexual!"


"Moe... you left a snail trail a mile long across me."


At this Moe burst into laughter, with grape juice going out his nose in a
spray. I started laughing heartily too, not so much at what I said as Moe's
reaction. He kept going, trying to talk, and then laughing again. It was
infectious.


"Oh man... I... I... Hahahahaha!" He sighed and tried to get a hold of
himself. "I can't heh... I... I never heard it called that before! It's too
funny."


"You mean a snail trail?" Moe immediately burst into laughter again.


"I... Haha... Yes. That. You are right though. We should talk. I think."


"I suppose the difficult part is knowing where to start. Did you get any
sex ed in school?"


"Oh yeah. We did all that in fifth grade."


"But not in seventh or anything after that?"


"No not really. I mean we learned about the body in biology class. I know
the names of the different parts of the penis. I think."


"Ok I think I know where to go next."


I started off explaining the concept of consent, in brief terms and then
branched off of that into age of consent and why sex between kids and
adults was a bad thing. It was complex and there were a lot of questions.


"I mean, Uncle, I have had sex before."


"What? Really? With whom?"


"One of Mom's lovers. When she found out she kicked him out."


"How old were you then?"


"It was last year. I'm not sure I liked it. I mean I liked it when it was
happening. But afterwards he stopped being cool. He didn't want anything to
do with me except when he wanted to have sex."


I felt a twinge of anger, but more sympathy than than that. But it did make
explanations easier. I told Moe about my own experiences, again in
brief. Not so much about the act itself as what happened afterwards. I
realized I might be talking too much and paused.


"Soo... Do you regret it? The sex stuff when you were a kid?"


"I don't know. I'm not sure there is anything to regret."


"What do you mean?"


"I mean it is hard for child to consent to something he doesn't
understand. I knew I liked the act of sex. I had fun while I was doing
it. I didn't like the stress and isolation that came after."


"I think I kinda get it. Although I could always talk to my mom about what
happened."


"Yeah, she's a good person."


We talked just a little more, but eventually came back to the subject of
us, being naked in bed together.


"Soo basically you don't want to have sex with me."


"That's right, well, I mean, I'm attracted to you, but it's probably not
right or good for you."


"What about being naked? Can I do that?"


"Yeah you can, but only if it's ok with everyone present. And you can't
make a mess. There's a bit of you stuck in the couch over there."


Moe giggled at this.


"What about jerking off, can we be horny together?"


"I'm... not sure yet. For now, no."


Moe and I agreed to boundaries and then we chatted more casually while I
cleaned up the kitchen. It was about 11:30 at this point. I considered the
grape juice covering his shirt and shorts.


"Don't forget Charlie is coming over at one. Do you have something you can
change into?"


"No I don't. This is my last outfit."


"How about you strip and I take your things to the laundromat. They should
be done before Charlie gets here."


"Okay!" Moe eagerly got naked, springing a boner right away. He started to
walk away, bouncing comically and then paused. "Can I go to your bed? My
phone is almost dead.


"Yeah sure." I sighed inwardly with amusement. I was maybe a bit turned on
as well. But I was glad he was respecting boundaries and asking.


I put on a light jacket and grabbed all the laundry, stuffing it in a
single large basket. The smell of sex was heavy on it, but also grapes. I
took the detergent and some stain fighting powder too. Moe's stained shirt
and shorts were blue and gray respectively and I hoped the juice would come
out easily, or at least become less noticable.


The laundromat for the trailer park was fittingly, also in a trailer. Top
loading washers lined one side of the trailer and dryers on the other. It
was a little narrow in the middle but functional. I loaded up two washing
machines, paid my quarters and headed back to chill at home while I waited.


I stepped inside and knocked on my bedroom door to let Moe know I was
here. He said to come in and I was greeted with a sight similar to
yesterday, only the boy was fully awake with a mischievous grin.


"You should go shower up before you drip on the bed."


"I think I can cum again though."


"Alright just try not to let anything drip on the bed." It probably already
would need a wash soon after last night, but I was broke and needed to
delay that task a while longer. At this point it was about twelve and I
decided to do some meal prep in anticipation of Charlie's arrival. I
considered spaghetti, Moe had handled the lasagna ok apparently, but that
was before I knew he needed to avoid wheat. It probably didn't occur to him
to ask that first day when he was so tired. I could cut the zucchini into
zoodles, but that was a lot of work and I was getting sick of zucchini. I
eventually decided on bean chili over potatoes. It was what I had to work
with, and Charlie might appreciate something he helped grow. The tomatoes
and peppers in the chili I mean, not the potatoes. I took out the bag of
leftover chili from the freezer and placed it in a crockpot. I cleaned and
stabbed the potatoes a few times and placed them in the microwave. I
wouldn't start it until it was close to meal time. I also prepared a
smoothie for Moe in case she was feeling snackish. It was now 12:25 and
time to transfer the laundry. It would be tight timing.


At this point Moe was in the shower getting ready. I knocked on the door
and he let me open it. He was sitting on the toilet while showering, which
I found slightly ridiculous. He laughed at my expression. His boner was
gone at this point so hopefully he had that out of his system for a little
while. Bent forward, his paunch was more noticeable, with a horizontal
crease at the belly button. His bare foot tapped in the water flowing
across the floor.


"I'm going to grab your clothes and transfer them to the dryer. I should be
back by one."


"Ok, see you then."


The rain had picked up somewhat but it was still warm and muggy. A bit
unpleasant, but tolerable in a light jacket. I had an umbrella too for good
measure. I could still feel myself sweating underneath as I made a fast
pace to the laundromat. I saw several people there already, which was a
concerning sign.


Apparently the drain pipe was clogged. Likely due to a lack of
maintenance. My clothes and those of several others were still totally
submerged in the washing machines. I would not be able to host Charlie if
Moe had nothing wear. I couldn't even lend him my clothes as I was wearing
my own last outfit. Soon Mackenzie appeared for her own laundry, with
Charlie in tow, and I explained the situation to her.


"I have a date night planned and I can't stiff this guy again. Can't you
just host Charlie anyway? I doubt he will care if Moe is naked. Fucker
spends half the time naked himself."


"MOMMMMM....!"


"Sorry sorry I know I promised not to swear-"


"No you can't just go telling people that!"


"Oh like our neighbor here hasn't seen you before in your birthday suit."


It was true. Last year he was naked on the sort-of communal slip-n-slide
usually. Apparently it made him go faster and the younger kids he was
sharing it with were largely naked anyway. I asked him directly, "Are you
ok with Moe being naked while you hang out? I'll have to ask him, but if
you're both ok with it, it's not a problem."


"Yeah it's cool."


"See I told you!"


"Mommmm...."


"I'll head back for now to confirm with Moe. I expect it will be fine
though. I'll text you Mackenzie when I know for sure. I look forward to
hosting you Charlie!"


Mother and son waved goodbye in unison and I made my way into the
rain. When I made it home I found Moe lounging on the couch in his usual
position, but this time not masturbating. Thank goodness.


"Where are my clothes?"


I explained the situation to him in turn, but I didn't get very far before
he suggested what was apparently obvious to Mackenzie and Charlie.


"Can I just go naked?"


"That's pretty much what they suggested. Charlie is cool with it."


"Let's do it!"


I texted Mackenzie and it was not long before Charlie arrived. Apparently
Mackenzie had taken the umbrella and Charlie was soaked when he
arrived. Moe absently dipped a toe in the puddle around Charlie's feet.


"Charlie, why didn't your mom walk you over here with the umbrella?"


"I wanted to get here on time. Mom was taking too long."


"Arent you uncomfortable?"


"No I'm fine, I like the rain."


"Let's at least get you a towel and maybe strip down to one layer."


I grabbed a few towels while Moe helped Charlie out of his sweater. I saw
Charlie reach out and poke Moe's elbow. "Poke! I touched your weenis."


They both cracked up over this. It was an amusing joke, in particular for
Moe's nakedness. They both kept poking each other and announcing it. I hung
up Charlie's discarded second layer of clothes on the rack by the door
while Charlie dried off. Then he jumped on Moe's back while he was turned
around and Moe yelped from the wet sensation. He shook Charlie off and
started to chase.


I intervened and suggested that Moe show Charlie his room. I didn't want it
to escalate to rough housing near the kitchen. I started the potatoes in
the microwave and started shredding cheese to top them with.


Things were surprisingly quiet and decided to check up on the boys and
announce that lunch would be ready in a few minutes. Charlie was apparently
naked himself, with discarded boxer-briefs and t-shirt hanging on the
chair. I suppose this was no surprise given the circumstances. He was more
or less smooth and prepubescent, other than his dropped testes. He was
laying on his back, leaning his head on Moe's thigh. His own lower legs
dangled over the side, kicking in a steady rhythm. Fortunately I didn't
really have any attraction for him, but I could see he could grow up to be
a reasonably attractive twink. If he swung that way anyway. Can a twink be
straight?


What the boys were doing was reading comics. Charlie seemed quite impressed
with Moe's collection and I'm glad they had something to bond over. Charlie
responded musically to the announcement of lunch in five. It was a cute
scene.


In five minutes they arrived, Charlie's calloused feet sliding a bit on the
tile. He did a pose to show his enthusiasm for his smooth move. He followed
this with a villainous declaration that he was "hungry for prey." Moe
laughed at this. Dinner was appreciated, but messy. Especially for Charlie,
who was eager for the potatoes but found it too hot. He would stab them
eagerly with his knife, voice the final words of some terrified potato
person in a scratchy falsetto, and pick up a chunk with his fork. Everytime
he attempted to actually bite the food however, he found the interior too
hot and ended up spitting it back on his plate. Chili dripped down his
chest as he did this, with bits landing on his belly, crotch and legs. I
was surprised initially, but I supposed he had little experience with
waiting for hot food to cool. I chided him gently to wait and let them cool
and focus on other elements of the dish, like the chili. I wasn't overly
concerned. The kitchen area was reasonably easy to clean and Charlie had no
clothes on to stain.


The boys chatted and Moe indulged Charlie's act a bit as the time went by
and soon it was cool enough to eat the potatoes. Moe even got a second
helping, although he was a bit slow in eating it. Charlie finished first
and began poking him. At first this was cute, although Moe was initially
surprised, he avoided making a mess and stoically kept eating with a sly
smile. Eventually things escalated when Moe surprised Charlie by grabbing
his wrist in anticipation of a poke and began to wrestle with him on the
floor.


"Moe there's too much food on Charlie to be wrestling. Let's pause and
clean up." I wanted to avoid stains on the couch if I could help it.


Moe exclaimed "I'll clean him!" And began licking Charlie's belly. Despite
my own non-attraction to one as young as Charlie, there was definitely
something erotic about this scene. Charlie laughed uproariously, apparently
ticklish. I was uncertain if intervention would be absolutely necessary
here, it seemed mostly innocent to them at least.


That is, until Moe licked Charlie's dick, leading to a new round of
uproarious laughter. This definitely the time to intervene. "Moe that's
enough of that!" He stopped, flushed. Charlie was still giggling.


"It's fine Mister haha, I'm fine."


He didn't really understand the problem but Moe did, kind of. I wasn't
going to hold it over his head or anything, I just wanted him to learn to
reign in his impulses. This event would definitely reach Mackenzie's ears
and I would rather it was merely something she could laugh off.


I gave Charlie a wet paper towel and asked him to clean up. Then I
suggested they hang out in Moe's room and read more comics. This was about
2pm and it did work for a while. Both boys eagerly read and showed favored
panels to each other. Around 2:30 they started wrestling again and bumping
walls. I came into the room to find a small dent in the drywall where Moe
had kicked it while somewhat upside down on the bed. Charlie was standing
over the bed and mercilessly tickling him, although Moe seemed more
resilient and only reacted occasionally. Nothing really sexual here, no one
was boned up. It was again, a cute scene, but I wanted my walls intact.


I asked them play more gently in the house and both agreed begrudgingly. A
few minutes later, Charlie scampered to me with Moe behind him. "Hey
Mister! Can we go mud wrestling?"


I considered the idea as Charlie explained it. Apparently he did it with
his cousins on their farm whenever he visited in the summer. He pointed
outside the window to the partially enclosed yard where a mud pit was
developing. It wasn't a terrible idea. The ground had already been combed
for sharp stones to protect my ex's dog and he had been fastidious in
cleaning up poop and other detritus. And I could just hose each boy off the
porch when they were done, no mess would come inside.


"Yeah you can do that, go for it!"


The warm rain quickly flattened Moe's hair by an inch and turned Charlie's
a darker shade of purple at the ends where it was dyed. I reminded both
boys to not hit each other and avoid the face or any illegal holds. Moe had
to explain to Charlie what an illegal hold was. I also told Moe he had to
be extra careful not to hurt Charlie because he was bigger.


Explanations done, I watched under my umbrella as Charlie dove into the
slippery puddle like it was a slip n slide. Moe ran after, splashing dirty
water up his body in bounds as he went. I again admired the way his dick
bounced, although his balls at this point had scrunched up tight from the
cool mud. It didn't take long for the puddle to thicken and for them to be
mostly covered in reddish mud. I had the hose handy for when it got in
someone's face. But the rain was enough to keep them mostly clean from the
shoulders up.


Charlie recited melodramatic lines from his favorite shows, including
various cool poses. Moe played along, alternating roles between henchman
and ill-fated hero. Later, Moe demonstrated wrestling moves for Charlie,
like fireman's carry and grape vine. I noticed they both had developed
boners at some point but cautiously let them continue. Such things were
probably inevitable. As long as they didn't escalate too much.


I got a call from the trailer park manager and stepped inside to hear
better. He explained that the plumber would arrive tomorrow morning to
tackle the laundry problem. When asked, he couldn't say if we would get any
compensation. This was annoying but unsurprising.


After the call, I considered washing my clothes in the sink tonight and
drying them in front of a fan. If I turned the thermostat up it could work
and I could go to the restaurant tomorrow without problems. For now, I
moved the rack with Charlie's clothes near the heater and plugged in the
fan. The boys had been alone together for a few minutes at this point.


I looked outside and saw that there was a new development in their games
while I wasn't watching. While performing a poor attempt at a grapevine
hold, Charlie was humping Moe and I grabbed my umbrella to step out and
break up their sex play. I wasn't even that concerned about the sexual
experimentation in and of itself so much as fulfilling my obligations to
Mackenzie.


By the time I stepped out, Charlie had apparently came. He was lying on
Moe's back limply.


"Get off, I'm cold!"


"But you're warm and I'm so sleepy..."


I decided perhaps it was better to say nothing about what I witnessed for
now.


"Let's rinse you both off and warm you up inside. I'll turn up the
thermostat and make some hot drinks."


The boys stepped on the porch together. Charlie was sort of playfully
sleepy, leaning on Moe. Neither had a boner anymore. I was thankful for the
concrete steps that gave traction even to muddy feet. Inside, Moe dried off
Charlie with a towel, which was rather affectionate. I sent them both to
shower and get mud out from their hair and butts. Despite having hot
chocolate waiting for them, they apparently forgot and went to his room to
nap. Under the blankets they curled up together with the older as the big
spoon. If they only had pajamas on, it would totally be a great photo to
send to Mackenzie.


I poured the hot chocolate into a mason jar and topped it with milk before
putting the now room temperature jar in the fridge. Then I set about,
stripping to my underwear and washing my own laundry in the bathroom
sink. After that I hung them up to dry on hangers with Charlie's clothes
and I retreated to my bed to watch a show on my phone.


Moe woke up after a while and crawled onto my bed without knocking. Perhaps
he didn't want to wake Charlie. It wasn't that late exactly, only 7pm. He
had been sleeping for maybe 90 minutes. It was warm from the thermostat and
I was on top of the blankets, naked myself now, with my boxers to the side
for convenience. We were in full view of each other, but thankfully
flaccid.


Moe slid closer next to me and initiated the conversation.


"I think Charlie tried to have sex with me."


"Eh kind of. He was humping you. I'm not sure he knew what he was doing."


"I guess I can ask him about it when he wakes up."


"That's not a bad idea. You might want to set boundaries with him too."


"I liked it too though. I came in the mud."


That surprised me. I wasn't sure what an appropriate reaction would be,
with him cuddling naked with me now as he was. He was starting to bone up
now. I gave a neutral response and shrugged.


"If that isn't really sex, does that make it ok for us to do it?"


"That's complicated. Acts that are sexual, but not sex, can have similar
effects on you. I don't want you to be isolated from your peers or to
struggle with keeping secrets. I don't think what happened today was a
problem though. It seems accidental."


"Yeah. I don't think Charlie really meant to have sex." Moe paused. His
penis continued to inflate against my leg. "If I humped you would it be
ok?"


"I don't think so."


"Ah ok. This stuff is confusing."


"Look at you getting hard again. Haven't you cum three times today
already?"


"Yeah that's true. Honestly it is kind of sore and that is making it feel
kind of sensitive." Moe rolled onto his back and pressed his penis to his
belly with two fingers and released it. "Boing."


My phone rang and I saw it was Mackenzie. I answered and pulled on the
underwear to my left. Better to have a reasonable barrier to discourage any
touching while on the phone.


"Hey, would it be too much trouble for Charlie to sleep over tonight? My
date and I are considering a rendezvous at my place."


"He is already sleeping. He tuckered himself out mud wrestling."


"I knew that little devil would talk you into it! It's his favorite pastime
with his cousins."


"When should we bring him back tomorrow?"


"Noon is probably best. Is that enough time for you to get to work?"


"Yeah that should be ok. I have hand washed his clothes and I have them
line drying by the furnace now. His sweater likely won't be dry, but the
rest of his outfit will be fine."


"Splendid! Don't you hesitate to rely on me occasionally! I know I kind of
jumped this on you."


"Of course! You have a good night Mackenzie!"


I paused for a moment to consider Moe, who was still absently fondling his
dick, although it was floppy now. "Are you hungry? There's still chili in
the crockpot."


"Yeah sure." He pops up and walks to the kitchen. As he goes, I check on
Charlie and he is stirring.


"What time is it?" He crawls out from under the blankets and scratches his
balls. They are loose with the heat. I think I see a bit of wetness glisten
on the top of his penis, though it is soft. The indirect light of the
bathroom behind me casts my shadow over him, obscuring details. It is about
an inch long in this state. Like Moe, he is circumcised. I stop staring and
answer the question, embarrassed from pausing.


"It's about seven thirty. By the way, your mom called and asked if you are
ok with sleeping over. Is that alright with you?"


Charlie gives a sleepy smile and nods. "Where's Moe?"


"He's in the kitchen eating chili."


"Chili!" He jaunts over, brushing past me to the kitchen. I see a mark on
the hem of my boxers and it confirms Charlie's apparent pubescence. He
starts poking Moe's bare belly. Moe looks vaguely annoyed and I intervene.


"Hey let's just let him eat. He is is tired too."


"Yeah okay."


I scoop a bowl for Charlie and he sits down to eat.


"Mister, why are you in your underwear?"


"The laundromat is broken, remember? I had to hand wash my clothes for
tomorrow. They are drying over there."


"Oh right. My clothes are there too."


"Mine aren't." Moe adds with a mouthful of chili.


"Yeah you're still going to be naked tomorrow.


"And I'm ok with that!"


"I think my cat wears more clothes than you do."


"I'm not always like this. Besides, you're the one with no tan line." Moe
poked Charlie's waist to emphasize his point. Charlie began giggling with
his mouth full. I intervened once again. The chili on the floor earlier was
enough cleaning.


"Moe, does my old phone still have my apps on it?" Distraction is a key
technique to avoid seeming overbearing.


"Yeah, why?"


"Can you go turn on the TV and open up the streaming app on the phone? I
can show you how to connect it to the TV."


Moe stepped out off the chair to grab his phone from his desk. Charlie
focused more on his food and began to eat quickly. I grabbed the
refrigerated hot chocolate, now cool and perhaps more suitable for the warm
trailer, and poured three glasses. Charlie eagerly grabbed the first
one. Moe returned, apparently texting, as his dick flopped side to side. I
hoped he wasn't sharing details of today in excess of what any given friend
could be trusted with.


"Do you need help?"


"Give me a minute, just gotta text someone." Moe turned his back to me,
apparently wanting privacy. Privacy of communication anyway. I noted a
birthmark on his butt in the same place I have one. I wondered if he
noticed mine earlier when I stepped out of bed this morning.


Charlie interrupted my thoughts, "Hey Mister, there's a spider on the
ceiling!"


I turned to look up and saw a small black spider motionless on the ceiling
near the track lighting over the counter. "I'll get rid of it, don't
worry." I stepped around the counter to grab the broom.


"You're not going to hurt it, are you?"


"Umm... Yes?"


"Nooo! Let me save it!"


Charlie abruptly climbed on the counter from his chair, accidentally
sliding the now-empty jelly jar of chocolate milk sideways. I watched it
slide and catch on my own phone without tipping. I was mildly relieved. He
had pulled stunts like this before while I had babysat him. He stood up and
stepped forward, his penis was inches from my face. Up close I could see he
did in fact have a few hairs. The color was close to his complexion so they
blended in.


"Ah yes... Lord Arachnius. You have done well to bring me this information!
I will see that you are handsomely rewarded..." Charlie cupped the spider
in his hands with a paper towel. At this point Moe started giggling.


"Okay you corn chip, let me help you down." Charlie jumped into my arms,
surprising me a little, as I expected him to slowly lower himself. I felt
his belly press into my face as he laughed. I let him slide down a bit so I
could see, and his foot caught on the band of my boxers, pushing them to
the floor. His dick was pressed into my bare stomach for the same
moment. An awkward and compromising position if there ever was one.


I let him go and he hopped down laughing his villain laugh.


"You really are a villain."


"Hench! Open the secret door for Lord Arachnius. He has business to attend
to."


"Yes my leige..." Moe set his phone down and quickly stepped to the window,
pushing the blinds away and opening it. It was high enough that it would
not be apparent anyone was naked from the waist down, including myself, as
I was behind the counter. I pulled my boxers back up.


Stepping over towards the living room, I saw Moe's unlocked phone on the
couch and a mirror selfie of a naked teenage boy in the messaging app. The
thumbnail was too small to make out details but I presumed it was some
friend of his. I acted like I didn't see it and proceeded to turn on the TV
and use my own phone to connect to a streaming app. I could show Moe how to
use it another time.


"What do you boys want to watch?"


"Skeleton Emperor!!!" Charlie exclaimed and jumped on the couch. This was
his favorite anime and the source of most of his lines. The real title was
much longer: *I'm Probably Not Qualified to be the Skeleton Emperor!*


I looked to Moe and he shrugged to indicate that he was fine with it. He
then closed the window. I went to hit the lights after selecting the show.


"Want me to bring you your chocolate milk?"


"Yeah sure." Moe plopped on the couch and grabbed his phone again. I
wondered if Charlie saw the image. That would not be good. I decided he
likely hadn't when he started singing the intro song.


"Halflings? Meat! Cows? Eat! Heroes? Beat!


My Lord, please take your seat!!! No wait, I'm just a NEET!!!"


I walked around the couch to hand of the last jelly jar, which Moe accepted
and drank down in a few gulps. I took it from him and set it in the
sink. When I returned, the intro song was over and Charlie was monopolizing
the couch with his pressing the armrest and his head directly over Moe's
crotch. He was smiling mischievously at me. "Move over." I said, with just
enough sternness to indicate what I thought of his choice of pillow.


Charlie lifted his legs in the air, as if he wanted to rest his legs on my
lap. "Not like that."


Charlie got up and sat in Moe's lap, both of them had semi's. "Not like
that either."


Charlie sat next to Moe, leaving space for me. I sat down. "That's better."


I genuinely enjoyed the show, but I had seen the first episode with Charlie
before. He had seen the whole first season multiple times. I mostly browsed
my phone while the show played.


At some point, I heard the low battery noise from my nephew's phone. Moe
got up to plug in his phone to charge at his desk in his room. He still had
a semi, probably thanks to his unknown friend. At some point I would have
to talk to him about discretion. After a minute, attempting to monopolize
the couch again, Charlie laid down. He propped his head on my thigh. He
still had a semi. "You know, you can get naked too, Mister."


"I'm good."


"It's weird if we're the only naked people."


"Moe is naked because he has no clothes to wear. You're naked by choice."


"But my clothes are soaked."


"I didn't say it was an unreasonable choice."


Charlie paused for a moment, watching the show some more. The hallway light
clicked and I heard Moe step into the bathroom.


"If you were nice to Moe, you should have given him your clothes."


"He doesn't mind. He spent much of yesterday naked too."


Charlie made a disappointed sound and crossed his arms. Moe returned, with
a pancake batter smell following him. He looked at Charlie and pointed
up. Charlie giggled and lifted his legs. Moe sat down and Charlie put his
feet right on Moe's crotch. Both boys beamed. I gave Charlie a look. He
pulled his legs back and lifted his knees, placing his feet on the couch
and against Moe's butt somewhat. Moe didn't complain so I decided this was
acceptable. His dick was flaccid now.


"Why is the hair around your penis wet?" Charlie asked after a minute.


"I jerked off."


"What does that-"


"LET'S change the subject."


Charlie looked at me with an annoyed scowl while Moe grinned like he stole
the last cookie.


"Ok fine." Charlie paused for a minute. The ending sequence and credits to
his show were scrolling up. Pictures of various anime characters with
serious or melancholic expressions faded in and out with overt symbolism
like rain and spider lilies around them. This show took itself way too damn
seriously. As it ended, Charlie prepared to speak.


"So on another subject, Moe, did Mister give you a choice to be naked or
not?"


"I mean if I had clothes..."


"Mister has clothes. Isn't he responsible for you?"


Moe caught his meaning right away. "Yes... He is."


Both boys dived on me at once, tickling me mercilessly. Moe stepped around
Charlie and reached his fingers for the space between my neck and
collarbone, which is exactly my weakness. At the time I didn't know how he
knew that, but it's a shared weakness between us. I was already totally
erect, with my dick straining my underwear.


Charlie had started right away on my belly, but realized that was
ineffective. He pulled my underwear down to my knees, which I bent in an
attempt to keep them. Moe dove over the armrest, pushing me sideways and
attempted to pin me with a half-nelson. I felt the edges of his nails, a
little scratchy from being chewed. Our dicks pressed together and I didn't
know if the wetness of precum was from me or Moe.


I probably should have gotten angry, but I was enjoying myself, I couldn't
deny that. Still I struggled to free myself, rolling off the couch with a
thud. Not missing a beat, Moe followed, this time attempting a
grapevine. His legs jammed under mine tightly and our dicks continued to
rub as we struggled. I was slick with sweat from the thermostat, humidity
and struggle.


The grapevine, or rather my attempt to escape it, was enough for Charlie to
free my underwear from my legs. "Moe I got them!" Charlie ran with the
underwear, but Moe didn't let me go. Charlie ran back, his own boner
thwacking side to side as he ran back. He tugged Moe's shoulder with the
hand holding the underwear. I saw my chance and snatched them.


Charlie was surprised at his mistake, but he didn't stun easy, he put both
hands on the waistband and tugged back with all his weight. Moe was still
holding me down, perhaps uncertain what happens after a clear pin or
perhaps deciding if he wants to start humping me in earnest. I felt precum
and sweat mixed begin to drip down my side. Eventually he decided on the
latter as I wasn't really focused on struggling with him at the moment.


I felt myself start to win my tig of war with the neighbor until...


"RIIIIP!!!"


My underwear had torn at the crotch and down the center to uselessness. I
laughed and decided to just go with the moment. I had done what I could. I
grasped his ass and started humping Moe in return while Charlie watched
with fascination. I came first, I think, with my vision briefly fading. I
came so hard the third squirt struck me under the chin. Unless that was
Moe. I definitely finished first as Moe kept thrusting me, I felt his
convulsions ease and the pressure of each ejaculation on my belly lessen
from that of a cheap squirt gun to that of a dripping faucet.


Moe collapsed on top of me and no one spoke for a moment. Charlie was still
at full mast, holding the remains of my underwear.


"WHAT WAS THAT?!"


Moe rolled off of me and sighed, the cum between us forming sticky strings
and then breaking as he lay on his back. I responded to Charlie.


"That was frotting, or humping, a kind of sexual act."


"Okay... What's that stuff all over you?"


"It's cum" Moe responded.


"How did it get there?"


"It came out of our dicks."


"It's not like pee is it?"


"No. It's not gross like that. Wanna touch it?"


I decided this was as good a time as any, terribly late, to try and be a
responsible adult again. "Sit on the couch both of you. Let's have a talk."


I didn't bother with towels. The couch was stained enough after that
event. I'd just have to clean it as best I could and put a cover over
it. Charlie's hard dick flopped as he sat. It was a little wet at the
end. Moe sat up and joined Charlie, looking a bit ashamed.


"Before I tell anyone what anyone did wrong, I should probably start by
explaining things." I went through the same sequence of questions and
answers I did earlier with Moe, although Charlie was a little denser.


"So that's semen! Can I touch it???" Charlie exclaimed. Moe looked at me,
as if to ask for permission. I shrugged. I was ok with it after everything
else, but it was his choice ultimately. Moe lifted Charlie's hand to his
chest.


"Sticky..." Charlie wiped his hand on the underwear draped over his
shoulders. He turned to me, "Can I touch yours?"


"It's not any different. Both of ours were mixed together."


Charlie quickly leaned over Moe and placed a hand on my chest. I was
surprised and jumped at his touch, startling him. Charlie lost his balance
and landed in our laps with his face on my belly and his middle on Moe. His
hair stuck to me as he readjusted to lay on his back. This put his butt
between Moe's thighs.


"Heh sorry" He wiped his face and sniffed his hands. "It smells like dough
and swimming pools. I like how it feels though."


I went on with explanations, resting a hand on Charlie's chest. He was
breathing a little heavily, and his dick pointed straight up. He absently
played with it, not exactly masterbating.


"Is that what happened when Moe and I were mud wrestling?"


"Yeah you had an orgasm. Like we just did."


"Can I make semen?"


"I don't know. If you can't now, you will eventually. You do have a bit of
wetness on the top of your penis."


Charlie reached with his dry hand and touched it. "It's not like yours and
Moe's."


"When you first start puberty, it's watery like that. It will thicken as
you get older."


I countinued my brief sex ed course, touching on issues of discretion and
relating my own experiences. Moe added his own experience last year.


"Is what we did bad?"


"Kind of. Stealing my underwear was a little mean. I mean I'm not upset,
but don't do that prank on someone, unless they super comfortable being
naked or something. The real bad guy here is me though. Adults should not
do stuff like that with kids, even if they want to." Moe seemed a little
relieved as I said this.


"Why not?"


"Kids don't have the experience to know and judge the risks and
consequences. Remember what I said about keeping secrets? Or how I had
trouble relating to other kids. That's pretty stressful. It's not fair to
put kids through that."


Charlie was pensive, although his dick didn't match his expression. Moe was
looking tired and leaning on my shoulder. "It's ok for kids to do stuff
together?" Charlie asked.


"That's complicated."


"You didn't stop me from humping Moe."


"I caught you too late."


"So was it bad?"


"Consent is the most important thing. Moe, what did you think?"


Moe blinked, he really was sleepy. "Sorry could you...?"


"What do you think of Charlie humping you when you were mud wrestling?"


"Oh. I was ok with it. It just surprised me. I came too though."


"Came?" Charlie asked.


"Ejaculated." I responded.


"Oh ok. There's too many words for this stuff." He ran his fingers over
Moe's chest in circles.


"So... communication is important. Next time you want to do anything sexual
with someone, if you're going to do it at all, you should make sure they
know what you want to do with them and that they are ok with it. If they
say no, or don't say anything, then hands off."


"Okay. But I didn't know."


"I know you didn't, totally understandable."


Charlie looked at Moe, opened his mouth as if to say something, and
paused. He shifted his weight, pressing his back and butt into Moe a bit,
unsticking himself a bit.


Moe responded, "You want me to help you cum again?"


"Yeah!"


Moe looked at me. I responded. "Do you both want some privacy?"


 "Nah, we already did it together with Charlie watching."


"Yeah I want you to stay!" Charlie looked at Moe again. His head was
pressed into my crotch and his hair was a mess. Moe started jerking Charlie
properly.  "Can I ask him to help?"


Moe looked at me, a bead of sweat was dripping down his face and he wiped
it with his arm, "I'm cool with that."


"I might be a bit of a bad guy if I help you with that..."


"We're all bad guys!" Charlie rubbed his face into my belly. My dick began
to rise under his neck. He smiled a toothy grin. Moe in his own turn began
to pick up the pace.


"Charlie, can you lift your butt, my dick is bending a bit." Charlie
complied animatedly and Moe pressed his dick to his belly before Charlie
sank again. Charlie's own body was slick with sweat.


"Can you hump me this time instead?"


"I dunno. My balls are a little achy. Is it bad for them to cum again when
they are like that?"


"It won't hurt you, it just means you won't cum much." I put my arm over
Moe's shoulders.


"Yeah ok. I'm not sure there is room for me to move."


I interjected, "What if I lay on the couch, Charlie lays on me, and you
hump Charlie on top?"


"That sounds like a slime sandwich!" Charlie was enthusiastic, rubbing the
exposed tip of Moe's dick with hand where it was pinned between Charlie's
side and Moe himself, where it seemed to press in almost an inch into his
soft belly.


Moe grinned, "I can do that!"


I lifted Charlie into my lap so Moe could get up. Charlie twisted and slid
himself a bit on his back. The hairs on my chest dragged with the cum now
on his back. Charlie suppressed a giggle. "It tickles my back a little." My
hard dick was pressed flat between my own paunch and Charlie's butt.


I laid down, gently holding his dick in my hand as I pulled him with me. He
was about three inches hard, but surprisingly thick. It was already sticky
with cum from when he fell into Moe's lap. As he slid higher on my body,
his head tucked under my chin and my dick pointed up between his thighs and
under his balls. His hair stuck to the cum on my chin. It was a novel
sensation.


Moe straddled us, a bit more energy back in him. His firm right thigh
rested next to mine, the other laid on top of me. I felt his toenails
awkwardly give a few light scratches as he tried to find a comfortable
position. Charlie lifted my hands from his belly and crotch, inviting Moe
to lay down. As their dicks touched, I felt Charlie shudder.


I felt Moe's weight press into me again, this time with Charlie between
us. As he shifted a bit towards the back cushion for stability, he reached
his hands under my shoulders and squeezed us together. Charlie gasped.


"Can I kiss you?" Charlie hastily nodded affirmation. Moe touched the
neighbor's lips with his own, tasting both mine and his own cum from when
Charlie pressed his face on my belly. He kissed the neck next, Charlie
convulsing between us, quite likely cumming.


The younger boy's toes pointed, his back attempted to arc and his legs
pressed my dick like a soft and slippery vise. I was almost too far gone to
hope he didn't receive a hickey. Moe slid back a bit with slippery ease,
Charlie's front now as wet as mine and his, with sweat and ejaculate
forming a natural lubricant. His own dick slid between Charlie's legs, just
below the balls and above my own dick. I felt the tip press my abdomen with
each thrust, hot cum oozing out over my pubic hair. I grabbed my nephew's
soft ass, electric with the motion of his contracting glutes underneath. I
finally came myself thrusting against two now-limp boys, their legs spread
a little apart. The viscous liquid arched high and rained on Moe's backside
with soft spattering noises.


We lay like that for a while. I think Moe fell asleep. The patter of rain
on the roof was louder now, or maybe we just hadn't noticed. A bit of my
cum leaked from my semi, it rested against Charlie's thigh, just touching
the tip of Moe's own as it retracted.


"Wow, that was so much better than mud wrestling..."


--- Day 4 ----


"Glad you liked it."


"Moe is... A bit heavy."


I gave Moe's sticky bottom a few taps. "Let's give Charlie some room to
breathe."


Moe stirred and leaned back, unsticking himself from us. "Your hair down
there is a little scratchy." Moe touched himself as if only just noticing.


I picked up my phone off the floor while Charlie still rested on me. It was
a little after midnight. "We all should get to bed."


"Can we go to your bed? Mine is small."


"Yeah sure." I had extra sheets for the next day anyway. "Charlie, can you
get up?"


Charlie didn't respond. Perhaps he had also fallen asleep. Under my hand I
felt the slow rise of his slick and soft belly as he breathed. I mussed the
few hairs at the base of his dick, also sticky, as a slightly impolite
question if he was awake. No response. I decided to carry him to bed.


I was too tired to propose a shower or anything. Although I might get water
to drink after laying Charlie down. I slid my arm under his thighs, while
sliding my own over the side of the couch. I placed my other arm to
Charlie's side and maneuvered him into a carrying position as my dick left
his sticky thighs. I had left an imprint in the sweat off my back on the
cushions.


Carefully, with Moe leading, we retreated to my bed. I laid Charlie on his
side. Moe followed. I turned around to get some water in the kitchen. "Can
you grab a few water bottles?" I turned and nodded at Moe. I washed my
hands and turned the fan back on, kicking my torn undies to the side. In
the fridge, the water bottles were icy cool to the touch. I carried them in
front of me, pinned between my hands so they wouldn't press against me.


I handed Moe one and he drank greedily. Charlie stirred a bit and sat up,
accepting one for a few sips before laying down again. I drank my own
halfway as I stood.


"Thanks Uncle."


"No prob."


"I mean for everything. You had fun with us and taught us stuff."


"Don't mention it." I paused. I mean really don't mention it. Don't kiss
and tell." I slide into bed next to Moe, feeling the warmth of his bare
side.


"We didn't kiss though."


I gave him a peck on the cheek. He turned, straddled his leg over mine and
gave me a deep, expert kiss. Our tongues mingled and I felt his
braces. Still his dick, and mine were flaccid. It was more affectionate in
a way than sexual. "Ok now I won't kiss and tell." He rolled over to spoon
Charlie. I turned and spooned Moe as well, resting my arm over both
boys. Then we joined our neighbor in sleep.


When I woke up, with sunlight peeking through the blinds, I found Charlie
spooning me. He must have gotten up to relieve himself and taken the
opposite position. I had left my phone in the living room and wanted to
know the time. I got up, and found the unsticking of myself from the two
boys a little painful. And maybe a tad gross with the glue like flaking of
our shared emissions.


"Ow... Why did you do that...?"


"Yeah what gives?"


"Sorry, go back to sleep." The two cuddled up together, with Moe's hand
resting on Charlie's thigh.


It was about 10 am. I had a little time to work with. I turned off the
thermostat and went to shower. For once I didn't bother masturbating in
there. I thought about how to go about things. I didn't want Mackenzie to
know I had sex with her son. She wouldn't call the cops, but I knew it
would make her angry. Was I willing to ask Charlie to hide that? I guess I
was, although I felt guilt and hypocrisy considering my own childhood. I
wouldn't force or threaten Charlie obviously, but I knew I had created
problems for him whatever he said or didn't. Moe was experienced and living
with me. I was less concerned about him.


After cleaning up and shaving, I stepped out, wet. There were no clean
towels left so I would have to air dry. I woke up the boys again. "Hey,
it's time to shower. I got to be ready to leave with Charlie before 12."


Charlie sat up with an apparent erection he had been pressing straight
against Moe's bottom. The sight would have floored me 24 hours ago. Moe
gave a sleepy smile and poked my own growing erection with his foot.


"I don't really have time to do it again, if you boys want to, you have ten
minutes."


Charlie looked at Moe and jumped on top of him with big kiss. I let them
have at it and started making breakfast and cleaning up the living room. I
didn't bother dressing yet. That would happen right before I left.


By the time I finished, the boys had been showering together for thirty
minutes. I went to check on them and found them making out. Charlie was
half- seated on the smooth fiberglass shelf, his legs were wrapped around
Moe who was humping his belly with what seemed to be conditioner or lotion
between them. The bathroom products set neatly on the floor in the
corner. That certainly escalated fast.


They stopped kissing, and looked at me with sheepish smiles and resumed.


I wanted to join, but maybe I had done enough sexual activities with
them. Part of me wanted to be responsible. Part of me didn't.  Charlie
eagerly gestured for me to come in. "C'mon!" Moe matched the gesture but
more casually. I shut the door and decided to be quick. It was narrow
inside the stall. I stepped over the toilet, straddling it and into the
warm running water. Even pressed against the wall, my hard-on poked Moe's
backside.


"I want to make a sandwich again!" Charlie said a bit too loudly. Careful
to keep is grip, Moe slowly rotated his position, keeping Charlie's
backside pressed against the wall with their dicks pressed together between
each other's lubricated bellies. When he was adjacent to me, I lifted my
arms under Charlie and pressed Moe into the side wall where no shelves
would press him awkwardly. Moe pushed back, pressing me precariously
against the door. It would hold us, probably. He kept thrusting into
Charlie and Charlie came, his back stiffening and then relaxing. Moe
followed suit, aggressively pressing us even harder and increasing his pace
with a watery gasp under the shower head.


He let Charlie down and I saw he had a cockring on from my box of stuff in
the closet. Charlie sat on the toilet seat, cover down, temporarily
exhausted. In the narrow space, he leaned on me and Moe slid down the wall
to sit on the floor, also exhausted. Now that my hands were free, I started
jacking my own dick. I spoke to the boys.


"I can just cum on the wall if you're both tired."


"I'm fine with that." Moe replied, absently peeling the cockring off. His
legs bent a bit while his feet rested on the edge where the door meets the
shower basin.


"Can I...?" Charlie touched my dick. His hands griped my dick from the side
and he gave a few gentle strokes. He seemed a bit lethargic, but curious,
feeling around my dick and balls. Then he surprised me by putting his mouth
on it.


Much like with his hands, it was tentative. His tongue rolled over the head
and poked at the slit. I pulled out because this was sensitive.


"Heh sorry. Moe gave me mouth sex-"


"A blowjob"


"-a blowjob this morning. I really liked it but I don't really know how to
do it yet."


I turned to Moe, "How did he taste?"


Rather Charlie answered. "I taste salty I think. We kissed after that." Moe
gave a toothy smile showing off his braces.


I was getting close. "I can come on someone if they are into that."


"Sure, cover me." Moe tapped my foot as he said this. He stepped up and
gave me a hug, and we started humping, making out. He was flaccid, but it
was thoughtful of him. I came in a minute, filling the space between our
bellies.


"Do you know how you taste?" Charlie asked.


"Probably kinda bitter. Cum gets like that as you get older."


Charlie licked my belly then. Moe giggled at the sight. "Yeah you're
right. Bleh." Charlie started drinking from the shower head.


After Moe and I cleaned up, we stepped out for breakfast. Still wet, we
would need to air-dry.


"My balls ache again."


"Mine too."


I sipped at my smoothie as Charlie and Moe compared notes. It was 11:30 and
we would need to step out soon. I started to pull on my clean clothes. I
might need a paper towel in my pants to keep any precum from staining them.


"I wish I could stay naked." Charlie sighed as he stepped into his undies.


"You could go streaking." Moe suggested.


"No, not like that." Charlie made a face. "I wish I could stay here."


"Your mom will send you here every chance she gets, whether you want to or
not."


Charlie giggled at this. "Thanks for everything Moe, you too Mister."


"Of course!" Moe nodded as he scratched his balls.


"Don't get into trouble!"


We shut the door behind us and Charlie and I started walking to his house.


"So remember, don't tell anyone, Mom included, that you and I did sexual
stuff."


"Got it!"


"Only about sex with Moe, and only if she's really asking a ton of
questions and probing."


"Got it!"


As we walked, Charlie paused, looking at the ground and squatted.


"Lord Arachnius! How many heroes have you slain?" After a pause the boy
nodded approvingly. "Yes, I'm certain the other nobles will be jealous."


"Come on you corn chip." I started walking in the direction of the
Emperor's Palace


"You are my favorite subject, Lord Arachnius!" I hear a few running steps
as the boy catches up.


"You would do well to respect your superiors."


"Apologies my Lord." I might be a little indulgent.


As we approach his trailer, I see Mackenzie screwing a hose into a
slip-n-slide. "Took you long enough sleepy-head!"


I turn around and Charlie is already bottomless and running forward with
his dick flapping as he struggles to remove his shirt. I pick up his
clothes and Crocs before approaching Mackenzie.


"So how was nature-boy?"


"He was great!"


"No issues? Two naked boys together must have been a handful."


"Well... they did sexually experiment a bit..."


"Oh my! That fucker! I shouldn't be surprised. Did you... give him the
talk? I'd do it myself but it's better he hears it from a a man."


"Yeah I did! Both of them! Part of the lesson was not to kiss and tell. He
probably won't tell you about it, at least not unless pressed."


"That's good. Good. Discretion is the better part of valor."


"So you want me to keep them from sharing a bed in the future?"


"No no that's fine, as long as it's between them. Moe's a nice boy." She
pauses, slaps a mosquito, and continues. "Now if he was in your bed, I
might have to get my twelve gauge."


I don't miss a beat. "Mackenzie! You wound me! The mere suggestion!"


"Oh quiet you drama queen. I know dad's are more your type. I was being
facetious. I don't even have the twelve gauge anymore."


"Oh so you finally killed a man with it. I was wondering."


"Hush Mister! I didn't waste all that sardine oil for one of these
busybodies to wreck my shit."


"MMMOOOM!"


"Right sorry, no swearing. Let's get you some sunscreen before the
neighborhood thinks I'm trying to cook you."


I step off and wave, it's time to go to work. "See you all!"


Mackenzie waves back while Charlie does an especially enthusiastic one that
makes his dick go back and forth. It's cute. "SEE YA MISTER!"


Walking in the opposite direction that I came, I feel a little guilty for
introducing him to sex, lying, and asking him to lie. If I can keep some
self control, I'd like to just leave him and my nephew in each other's
company. Like I said before, I'm not even necessarily that turned on by
Charlie. Unless he's naked and horny anyway. But I can sleep with someone
my age and have an as good or better time.


Walking down I noticed the other boy close to Moe's age. Lam is out on a
run, presumably for football. He's partially the reason my boyfriend and I
broke up. No, not like that. He has visible scars on his face, arms and
legs from getting mauled by that dog.


He hopped the fence last year to get a football he had kicked into the
corner. My ex's dog had been rescued from a fighting ring and was overly
aggressive towards intruders. My ex wouldn't put the dog down, he broke up
with me at the suggestion. He fled with the dog out of state. I haven't
heard from him since.


I have heard from Trish, his Grandmother, and her lawyer. She has a lean on
my trailer for whatever that's worth and any cash I make in excess of
24.000. Which I don't make. I genuinely wish I had it, his medical bills
were insured but the deductible was insane. He gave me a curious look as he
ran his lap and gave a little wave. That surprised me. I waved back and
went on my way.


I passed my own trailer and decided I had time to refill last night's water
bottle and take it with me. It was 12:30. I step inside and predictably, my
nephew is hard and camming on the couch with that boy he got a text from
last night.


"Wow! He really is cool with it!"


"Told ya."


"Oh man I wish I was there."


"Tell me about it."


He gives me a wave with his dick and I laugh at this cheeky greeting. I
step out and think that maybe I should ask him to avoid being naked by the
front door when I'm out. Or maybe I should just knock first.


It's been a good four days.