Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2018 11:18:44 -0600 From: Proxy Story Subject: Encounters Chapter 1- The First Taste of Bitters - Gay/Adult Youth Gay, Adult/Youth This story is fiction, written by an author over the age of 18. All names, places, descriptions, and events are purely fictional and any relation to any real person is purely coincidental. This work contains intimate acts between adult males and youths if that scenario offends you, please discontinue reading any further. Nifty is a wonderful resource and needs to be funded to continue. If you enjoyed the story, or any other stories, please donate to nifty so that we can all enjoy more stories in the future.... http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Encounters 1 -The First Taste of Bitters- (Mb, sleep, rim) Christopher Bailey is my adorable nine year old nephew. Actually, he isn't really my nephew. I am Uncle John or Uncle J and sometime just J', but in honorific title only. I am not related to either his mother or father. I have; however, known his mother ever since we were born. That statement gets made from time to time, but in our case it actually ture. Susan and I were born on the same day and less than seconds apart. Our mothers where in the same hospital and in the same delivery room. When the nurses put us in our "incubators" we were side by side. That is how our parents met in the first place. Our parents helped to contiue the relationship from there. Susan and I were bonded from birth. I call her my sister from another mother. That is also a statement that gets made alot, but in reality, her parents are as much as mine and mine are hers. From the moment of our birth two parents became four. Susan and I were blessed that way. We had two fathers and two mothers. Most of the time that was a blessing; however, when we got in touble that meant we got twice the spanking and had twice the guilt. On the flip side, when we did good that meant twice the blessing and twice the pride. Neither of our parents ever had another legitimate child; however I had a step-sister from my when my father was 18 years old; however, she was never really part of "our" family. Susan married Mark 11 years ago and they have a really great relationship. Mark is a great guy, a mans man if you will. He does all that building and yard work stuff. He works in a steel factory as a foreman. Mark and I get along fine, he knows I am gay and has never once seemed uncomfortable with that or that I spend a lot of time with Chris. Over the years I have often been called on to watch Chris or pick him up from school when Sue or Mark were not available for whatever reason. But, back to Chris. At the start of the history of our encounters, or at least the ones that you care about, he stood about 4foot nothing and was all of about 45-50 lbs. He had short cropped blonde hair and was actually quite pale. Susan has strong Nordish genes and Mark was very European as well. Chris never had much of a chance to be anything put pale. Don't get me wrong, his skin is magnificent making his blue eyes stand out like jewls on his face. Chris was also blessed with his mothers ass. That is, he had more than he should, based on his build. As he grew his ass was always his best "asset." I was 35 years old when the story of the relevant encounters started. I am not a very tall man at just 5 foot 6, but I have been a swimmer since I was 10 years old. I swam on teams all the way through college. I was not more than average, but it did pay for college. I continued to swim at least once a week. All that meant that I was; in fact, in very good shape and was very well toned. I started going bald when I was about 25 or so, having my mothers cursed genes,but beeing a swimmer I was already used to shaving my body so it wasn't that big a deal. At various times in my adulthood I grew mustache's or goatees, and at the outset of this story I did have a very short trimmed mustache. As Chris was growing up I was always Uncle and even really seen as second Dad. I never really thought of him as my son; Mark was Dad and he was a good one. I never allowed myself to even consider anything sexual with him, but that all changed when he turned 8. Around that time I started picking up subtle clues from him. I was convinced that he was flirting with me and without even realzing it I was flirting back. Again, I was not really thinking of it as a sexual thing. Everything changed one day when the two of us were swimming in his little back yard pool. That particular day, I was sitting for Chris while his parents went and did some shoping for Chris's upcoming birthay. We were doing our normal horse play and although there had always been a little grabbing and gropping, it never really had any sexual overtone to it. On this day though, I noticed that when I grabbed his ass to throw him I was enjoying it more and my cock was responding differently. I also noticed that Chris was grabbing my penis more and was also holding onto it more than if he was just grabbing becuase it was there. It started when I was leaning against the steps, taking a rest from our play. He came up to rest as well and leaned back against me. All the sudden he grabbed my hand and placed it on his hard little boy cock. At first I tried to play it off, but this was something new and this was the turning point. I finally had to say something. "It feels like someone is happy to see me." "Uncle J, why does it do that?" "Do what Chrissy" "Get all stiff like this." "There are a few reasons, one is that you are happy and thinking about naughty things." "Huhhh?" "Oh, come one Chris, I know you kids have sex eduacation in school and with the internet and stuff now you have to know a little bit about the birds and the bees." "Yes, but isn't only supposed to do that when you are older and with a girl." I couldn't hold back my laughter at this point and I tried, but the more I thought about his statement the more I laughed. Chris turned around and punched me with real force. I deserved it, but also I couldn't help myeself. "I'm sorry little man. NO, that is not the way it works. You can get a bonner even when you are by yourself and I promise you it is totaly okay and in fact can be a lot of fun." "Fun?" I just opend up a big ol' can of worms. I was taking deep breathes and thinking about how to get out of this conversation. Chris then turned the corner for both of us when he reached down, grabbed my penis and held it; actually he explored it and I didn't stop him. "Geez Uncle J, yours is big!" "Okay, Chris, first of all you are not supposed to touch other peoples stuff like that unless they ask you to. And, second of all I don't think you are all that inocent about all this, but if you want me to try and explain all this I will, but maybe we shouldn't tell your parents about it okay?" Chris released my penis like it had electicy running through it. "I'm sorry, I mean, you touch mine all the time and I have touched yours before so I just thought..." He trailed off and was almost about to cry. I brushed his cheek and told him it was okay, I didn't mind, but other people might. After a few seconds Chris finally looked back up at me and said "You are right though, we did talk about some of this in school, but I didn't really understand and I asked Mom about it and she told me some stuff, but I am still kind of you know...and... and ... you always teach me things better than them anyways." My heart bent a little. He was right, I have always been the one that could get down to his level. It wasn't something I had to work to do. I was just always able to understand him. The other thing was, I didn't treat him like some parents or adults do. I gave him the facts he needed, but I also challenged him to find his own answers with those facts. I went on to explain mastubation to him and also that there are some people in the world that don't marry the opposite sex and so on and so forth. At the end of the lesson, Chris was looking at me open mouthed and had a very intense stare going on. "Okay, did that answer some of you questions, or did I make more?" "Yeah, I think I understand, but.... So when I am rubbing my penis myslef, like when I am in the tub or when I am watching TV, Am I masturbating and I shouldn't be doing it?" Of course over the years I had observed him pulling on himself, but it was just kind of an inocent thing. "Not really, you were just...ummm touching your pee pee or your penis, because it was there, but also because it felt good, but well you didn't really know what you were doing. When you masturbate or have....umm sex with someone you know what you are doing and you are doing it because you want to feel good and also make the other person feel good too." A nine year olds attention span can only be held for so long even if the topic is sex. He swam off and began splashing me and it was like normal again. For the next couple of weeks; however, I was really begining to feel more and more aroused by Chris. About three weeks after the pool incident he was sitting in my lap watching cartoons while his mother was in the kitchen cooking dinner. He turned looked around the room and then at me, with a wicked little grin on his face, he grabbed my hand and put it on his hard three inch spike. He leaned back against me and started humping into my hand. It was like he was showing me a new trick he learned. I took over a little bit and we were both getting heated up when Sue yelled for me in the kitchen. I jumped with a start and almost through Chris off me. I straigtned myslef up and went in to see what she needed. I spent the next few days either feeling guilty or jacking myself off rembering the feel of his boy bone and the feeling of lust we both shared in that moment. The very next weekend, I was over playing poker with Mark and some of his buddies. I had quite a few beers that night and Susan was not going to let me drive home so I passed out on the couch. Somewhere around 3 am I woke up needing to piss. I walked into the bathroom and took care of my bussiness. As I was finishing up, I saw a pair of Chris's underware tossed in the corner from when he took a bath that night. I picked them up and started looking them over. Next thing I knew, I had them in my face and was smelling the essenece of Christopher. I actually was groaning a bit and had a raging hard on. I think the affect of the alcohol led me to my next decision. I started walking down the hall towards Chris's open bedroom door. The hall light was always left on in their house that way if Chris needed to pee; or a drunk uncle, during the night he could find the bathroom. I slipped into this room and I stood at his bed side and I could smell him. I leaned down and sniffed more of "HIM." I reached out and lightly brushed my had arcross his face, then I said his name. Chris was sleeping in his underware and was kind of on his side and stomach at the same time. I ran my hand down his back and onto his perfect little ass. Again, I had touched him plenty of times on that same ass; hell I have given him baths before, but this time it was differnt. I continued to rub his butt and decided I had to have my hand on his bare flesh. I snuck my hand into his underware and was openly fondeling his firm mounds. Then, I ran a finger into his damp crack. I wasn't even thinking about why I was doing it, but I knew it was making me get hard. Next thing I knew, I flipped him onto his stomach and I was pulling his underware down to his ankles. I was very glad little boys sleep like the dead. I was now jacking myself inside my pants. I leaned down again inhaling more of his boy smells; dirt, farts, piss, and burps. I then planted a little kiss on his left cheek and then the right one. I had to have more. I pried open his ass cheeks and the smell of him grew ten fold. I had to see him better. I reached in my pocket and grabbed my phone and turned on the flashlight app. I pried open his ass again and saw the most beautiful little hole. It wasn't like an adults; all brown and wrinkly. It was just a hole with a slighly redder tint than the rest of him. There was a slight sheen of ass juice visible. My mind was in overdrive and I put the phone down and dove in. First just sticking my tounge to it, but when I got the first taste of his bitter spices there was no stopping me. I went to town eating his ass hole like a wild man. Chris was giving me no sign that he was waking up and I continued to eat him out. After a few minutes I ran my finger up his crack getting it slick with my spit and then pushed it in a little just to test its tightness. It was really tight, but also very warm and smooth. That was more than I could take and my cock exploded in my pants. This was the very first time in all my life that I came without me or someone else touching me. After my orgasm I guess I came to and realized what a chance I was taking. I quickly slipped Chris's underware back up and covered him up and ran to the bathroom cleaning myself up. I may have been releaved, but I still grabbed that pair of underware and put it in my overnight bag to carry home with me. The next morning I was looking at Chris in a totally different way and I could swear the was looking at me different too. I noticed a few times when he was walking around he would look right at me and the kind of reach back and rub his butt. At the time, I chalked it up as imagining things. Later that day when I got home I pulled out that pair of underware and jacked off with them laying on my face. Things were getting very interesting.