Date: Wed, 06 Jul 2011 02:20:20 +0000 From: spanx1979@hushmail.com Subject: Matthew and Patrick, A Hot Summer, Part One ***This work is complete fiction. None of the characters in this story are real. The events in this story have never happened***** Enjoy! spanx1979@hushmail.com My name is Patrick. I was seventeen and bored. Living on the farm during a summer when pretty much all of my friends were gone backpacking or gone to the beach with their families wasn't where I wanted to be. It was one of the hottest and driest summers I'd ever seen, which made my father even more difficult to work with than usual. It was a small farm, so it was possible to run it with just the two of us, but it definitely wasn't fun. All through June and July we worked like crazy, knowing that my father would be away for most of August visiting my older brother in Australia with my mother. After that it would just be me looking after the place so we wanted to get as much done as possible before then. If I was lucky, I thought, we'd get enough of the big jobs complete that I'd actually be able to take it pretty easy for a month. Look after the few animals we had, but that would only take a few hours a day really. Then near the end of July, with a week to go before my parents left, and while we were frantically trying to finish the last of our big jobs, my older sister dropped a bombshell. She had won a dream safari vacation to Kenya, and would I mind looking after my nephew for four weeks. Obviously I said no. I begged and pleaded. This would ruin the only thing even remotely like a vacation that I was getting this summer. We actually got into a pretty serious four-way argument; my father, my mother, my sister and me. Eventually I gave in; I knew I had no choice really. I was the only one without an actual excuse. The only one without anywhere to go. The morning of the third of august was manic. My parents were up early packing and arguing and running around and giving me lists of thing to do and to remember. Then my sister, leaving on the same day, arrives with Matthew and more lists of things for me to do and to remember. A lot of scrambling and confusion and high tension building up to the big departure at noon. And then it's just me and Matthew, and silence. My nephew Matthew. A quiet kid, ten years old, skinny, dark brown hair, pale skin, big round blue eyes. His mom always made sure he was dressed in the coolest clothes and his hair was always worn in perfect "bedhead". He was way cooler than me to be honest. I kind of didn't like him. It wasn't because of his cool hair or expensive clothes...it was because it was obvious how I felt about him. He was hot, and I was totally into him. I wasn't happy about it, and I wished it wasn't how I felt, but there was no denying it. He was always a cute kid, but since he turned about seven it became clear that he was developing into a really hot kid. Since then I'd avoided my sister and nephew as much as possible, which was tough because I really liked them both and we got along well. The kid use to think I was like a god. The coolest uncle in the world, but since I realized how I felt about him and began to avoid him, he had kind of cooled a bit towards me. I guess he sensed what I was doing and thought I didn't like him. Well there was no avoiding him now. That first afternoon we just stayed around the house. I made pizza for dinner and we sat around in front of the TV. We basically had to get to know each other all over again. It was awkward at first. Then we watched Ghostbusters and he laughed at all the right moments. We laughed like idiots and easily slipped into an easy, warm and open manner with each other. That same evening we watched Back to the Future, and by the end of it we were in tears laughing and goofing around like old friends. This kid was seriously cool, and we clicked. The next day we packed up a picnic basket and he hung around with me as I looked after the animals and did some of the other work in the fields that my dad hadn't gotten around to. Having Matthew there really made the day go more easily. Out in the fields working with the hay, the time was just flying by. It was another scorching day, so after a while I took off my t-shirt without even thinking and stuffed it into the waistband of my torn old jeans like I always did. Anyway, I was the one who fancied him, not the other way around, so it was totally ok for me to be shirtless. I just had to remember that I had no underwear on (one of the guilty pleasures of my seventeen year old self). I noticed after a few minutes that Matthew hadn't really said anything since I took my shirt off. As I was loading hay with a pitchfork, I snuck a couple of glances at him. He was just staring at me, and he was kind of biting his lip. "Hey kid, you ok? You've gone pretty quiet there." I said. "Yeah I'm ok" he said, and gave a nervous laugh. I kept working for a while more, and I was building up a serious sweat. Matthew continued to be quiet, despite my various attempts to tell jokes and start a conversation. "Phew, it sure is hot here Uncle Patrick" he said, exaggerating the "Phew", and tugging at his t-shirt. "It sure is" i said and chuckled. I could see his smooth belly when he tugged on his shirt and i felt my pulse quicken. i cleared my throat and, on a whim, said "I'm surprised you've managed to keep your tshirt on in this heat". "Yeah. You think I could take it off maybe? I'd definitely be cooler". "Hey little man, you're pretty cool as it is, but if you took off your shirt you'd be ice cold" I said and we both laughed. He tried to pull off his shirt on one go, obviously trying to imitate his cool uncle, and he got stuck with his arms straight up over his head and the t-shirt covering his face. I immediately burst out laughing and so did he. My jaw also dropped when I saw his bare stomach and chest, slick with sweat, and the waistband of his little undies peeking above his jeans. I took advantage of the fact that he couldn't see me to stare openly at my extremely hot little nephew's extremely hot little body. I was just staring at him giggling and struggling with his t-shirt and he said "Hey help meeee!" I snapped out of it and went over to him. I knelt down in front of him even though it wasn't really necessary and pressed my bare torso against his as I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. I pretended to nearly fall over backwards so I could pull him against me and we both laughed as we held on, our sweaty skin slipping against each other. We stayed holding each other for a few seconds, both of us giggling uncontrollably, when I realized my dick was rock hard in my jeans, and Matthew was accidentally rubbing up against it. I wondered if he realized what was pressing against him. Just then he actually did seem to realize because he abruptly stopped giggling and he glanced down a little awkwardly at the front of my jeans. My heart froze and images of him telling my sister I did something inappropriate flashed in my mind. Then he started to giggle again and said "Hey!" and walked back over to where he was sitting before. He sat down again, leaning against a hay bale and plucked a stalk of hay out of the bale and stuck it in his mouth. "Now get on with your work mister" he said and smiled with a smile that could break your heart. "Yes sir" I said and got back to what I was doing. I wasn't worried about the very obvious erection I was sporting. Every time I snuck a glance at Matthew to check out his body I saw that he was staring at the front of my jeans with a look of awe. I worked on for a while, the afternoon getting even hotter. After a while I glanced over again and nearly fell over from shock when I saw that he had opened the top button of his jeans and had his hand inside his SpongeBob undies, moving it around. When he saw me staring he quickly pulled his hand out and blushed red. He looked panicked at being caught, and his lip started to tremble like he was about to cry. I quickly walked over and put my arm around his shoulder to comfort him. "I'm sorry Uncle Patrick" he said, "It just felt good, I'm sorry". "Hey buddy, no need to be sorry. C'mon now, don't be upset, honestly. All guys do that, just not always in front of each other" I said and gave a short reassuring laugh to let him know it was ok. "Really?" he said. "Yeah, definitely. Guys do that all the time, look" and without even thinking, I opened the button fly on my jeans. I immediately had an "Oh shit" moment when I realized I hadn't any underwear on and my steel hard cock sprung out into the air between us. "Uh... oh god... eh I'm sorry" I said and began fumbling to get it back in. now I was the one blushing out of control. "Wow!" he shouted, "That's huge Uncle Patrick!" He was staring at my dick, which was staring back at him, and his little mouth was wide open in awe. I cautiously stopped fumbling about trying to get it back in my jeans. "Yeah", I said, "I guess it is pretty big. But I'm a lot older than you. Anyway I'm sure yours is lovely" I said and actually felt tongue-tied, like I was chatting up a stranger. I was still blushing like crazy. He laughed, "Mine's a LOT smaller than that. Wanna see?" he said so innocently, as if he was offering to show me his Lego collection. "Eh...sure" I said. "OK" he said, and swiftly pulled off his shoes and socks, pulled his jeans right down and stepped out of them, then in one motion pulled down his SpongeBob undies and stepped out of them too. My little nephew, who I thought was the sexiest kid in the world, was now standing completely naked in front of me, a huge grin on his face. "Whaddya think?!" he said, his smile beaming and his breath now seeming to come faster. His skin was still slick, and he had bits of hay stuck to his back and sides. His skin was the smoothest I had ever seen, and completely flawless. My eyes greedily lingered over his body. His skinny shoulders and pale chest with tiny pink nipples, his flat tummy with knobby belly button, completely hairless crotch and his small little dick, the cutest thing in the world, sticking straight out, pointing at me, above his almost non-existent little sack. I leaned sideways slightly to take in the profile of his butt. He saw what I was trying to see and he laughed and turned around and said proudly "And there's my butt!" before laughing so hard he had to bend over. Matthew's butt, the smoothest and most perfectly rounded butt imaginable, was now pointing at me. His cheeks parted slightly as he laughed and I caught a glimpse of his beautiful little butt-hole when they did. I was speechless. Eventually he turned around again and repeated "Whaddya think?!" "Eh... wow Matthew. That's pretty amazing", I said and smiled warmly at him, still in shock and not really believing what I was seeing. As he smiled at me, he absently fondled the dick he was now so proud of, and my hand automatically went to my own dick. "Now you. C'moooonnnnn Uncle Patrick. Don't leave me the only one!" he said and pointed at my jeans with the hand that wasn't on his cock. "OK" was all I could say. I stood up, right in front of him, and slowly lowered my jeans down my teenage thighs. As I was bending over pulling them down, Matthew tussled my hair and giggled again. I stepped out of my jeans and stood there, legs slightly apart, proud of my dick that was impressing my nephew so much. We stood there smiling at each other for several seconds, each of us holding our dicks. "That's better" he said. He couldn't take his eyes off my dick. "Will mine get that hairy?" he said, wrinkling his nose in mock disgust. "Ha!" I said "It most certainly will. But not till you're much older. You're perfect just the way you are for now." "Let's have lunch" he said, and strolled over to where the bag was. He spread out the picnic blanket all by himself while I just stared at him. We both then sat down and started to eat lunch, in the nude, in the middle of a field with only a few hay bales to shield us from the world. While we were eating we were both playing with ourselves and greedily eyeing each other's bodies. "Am I doing it right Uncle Patrick?" he asked after a while. I only realized then that he was imitating me, and he probably didn't fully understand how much fun it was to play with your dick. "Yeah you definitely are Matthew" I said. "Looks like you know what you're doing. But you should try pulling back the skin at the top. That's your foreskin" I said. I hesitated for a moment before I added "like this" and leaned over and took his dick between my thumb and forefinger. I gently pulled back his foreskin and he gave a short hissing intake of breath. "It's ok" I said "just gently work it like that". I demonstrated on my own dick. "Oh wow" he said "That feels great." his body gave a small shudder. After a few more minutes of this he said "Sometimes I rub it against the couch at home, and after a while I get this great feeling allover" "Oh yeah" I said" you're definitely doing that right, buddy. I rub mine against things all the time..... It's even better if you stick it into something." "Really?" he said. He was really interested now. "Like what?" "Well actually, a lot of guys stick it into a woman. But lots of guys like to put it into another guy's mouth. Or better yet, their butt". He immediately roared out laughing. "NO. WAY. That can't be true Uncle Patrick. You're making that up." "I am not" I said "I swear. I wouldn't lie to you." I could see that he didn't really believe me, but also that he was obviously thinking about it. He started to chew absently on his bottom lip like he was deep in thought. "Hey" he said "I wonder..... I wonder if...." "Yeah?" I asked, giving him a chance to say it. "I wonder if we could try that" he said and he blushed again, only this time I saw him blush all over his body. "Sure" I said "if you really want to". In my head I was singing thanks to god or Buddha or whatever divine being had helped my sister win that holiday. "But" he said, looking worried, "I think yours might hurt. It's kinda big for my butt isn't it?" "Well yeah it kind of is. How about you try it out on me, and then I'll do something different after" I said. "I'll lie on my belly and you can climb up on my back. It'll be easier for you to get at my butt like that." "Cool" he said. I lay down on my front, adjusting my dick. Matthew climbed up on me and sat right on my ass. He immediately started giggling. "We're all slippy Uncle Patrick". He started shaking his hips so our slick skin slid against each other. I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I could feel his little hard dick against my back. "OK Matthew, now try to get it between my butt cheeks. It probably won't make it inside me, but it should still feel nice for you." "OK" he said and he maneuvered himself down a bit. He leaned forward and pressed his dick between my butt cheeks. "Wow, it's warm in there" He said. "Now you can lean forward and try moving your hips to get it moving in and out. That's when it feels really good" He leaned forward like I said, and pressed his entire body against my back. I could feel his face on my back, and his little dick moving between my ass cheeks. He stopped speaking, and I kept quiet to let him enjoy it in his own time. His breathing became faster and faster as he hit his stride and really got into a rhythm. I heard the occasional groan and other sounds of pleasure. He was completely lost in a new world of bliss for a few minutes. He really started to ride me hard, his little dick furiously rubbing against the sweaty space outside my asshole, his hands gripping my sides tightly as his movements became faster and more intense. the moans of pleasure and animal grunts became louder and louder, building into a full throated scream as his body spasmed again and again in total ecstasy and he clung to me so tightly it hurt as his little dick gave him a profound dry orgasm. I could feel his tears on my back as he became quiet. And his body became limp against me. "Hey buddy. Matthew? Are you ok? Was that ok?" I asked after a few moments silence. "That was amazing" he said in the voice of an angel. With a sigh of total contentment he rolled off me and I turned over onto my back. My dick was pointing straight at the sky on one of the most beautiful days I'd ever seen. Matthew was shattered. Completely and blissfully exhausted. "C'mere mister" I said and pulled him on top of me. He lay with his face on my chest, a huge smile on his face. I gently moved him down do that my dick was sticking out between his legs. Very slowly, I moved my body against his in a gently rhythm. My dick was being softly jerked off by his smooth crotch. We continued like this for several minutes and my dick was harder than I ever remember it being before that. Eventually my cock erupted, and massive flow of hot cum gushed out of me, shooting up onto Matthews back. It was the longest orgasm I remember, my balls pumping and pumping the hot cum out of me and onto Matthew's back, my body gently contracting over and over. After a few minutes of silence, Matthew gave a groan of pleasure and I realized he was fast asleep on top of me, covered in my cum. We lay there for hours, holding each other as the first afternoon of our summer wore into night.