Date: Sun, 26 Dec 2004 23:53:14 -0500
From: James Branson <jimryyan@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tapping Nephew's Christmass

This is pure fiction. Don't read anything into the story beyond your own
pleasure. ANd don't read it if you aren't over 18, you know the rest. Tell
me if you like the story and want to see another chapter, OK? Here we go.


Am I an ugly guy? No. I'm in my early 30's, Jewish, I trim my body hair but
still look like a man, my gym membership never goes to waste. I've got a
very hot ass, or so I've been told, and not anything to sneer at up front.
So why do I go home alone so many nights?

I think it's because I don't take chances. I seem like a wimp. I guess I
have been a wimp. Like when I used to go home to see my family, I would
never talk about my life, never speak out of turn. I was afraid they'd hit
me if I ever even brought a boyfriend home. Instead I was just this sorta
gay guy who was still getting the "I know this really lovely girl" talks
from my buttinsky Aunt Judith.

So this Christmas I decided to change that. Starting with my nephew, Joel.
This kid is just fucking gorgeous. He's got such a tight body, he's on the
swim team, and everything is shaved. He just turned 16 and he's started
going out with girls, but I see him staring at his dad's basket (my sister's
husband puts us all to shame) when he thinks no one else is looking. Since
I've stared at that basket since the day Shirley brought him home in those
skintight jeans he wears, I can tell when I have company. And Joel knew I
caught him peeking.

The night before Christmas, I'd had way too many beers, so I pulled off my
clothes and crawled into bed with Joel. Those bright shining brown eyes, so
big, nearly jumped out of their sockets when he felt a warm body next to him
under all those covers.

"Hey kid, I'm gay, and I know you are too."

"No way!" He hissed while I began massaging his fat leaking knob. Damn he
was thick. "I fuck cunt all the time."

"Yeah, well the way your cock is throbbing, I think you want more. Probably
all those hot hung studs on the swim team. Lotsa fags on the swim team,
Joel. I should know, I was one of 'em."

Before he could say anything else I slid down his nearly bare body, stopping
to take a good whiff of his tightie whities. He didn't even bother to stop
me when I pulled his underwear down. Just a few short gasps of pleasure. A
whimper that would haunt me forever.

His cum tasted so sweet and innocent in my mouth. I knew I'd have a part of
him with me forever, but I stole his undies, just to make sure I did. A
quick kiss on the mouth, forcing his cum down his hot pulsating throat, and
then I left. I knew I'd be back the next night, and the raw need in his eyes
told me that was exactly what he wanted. And boy, I was more right than I
ever could've realized...