Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2016 16:23:27 -0500 From: Medic nextdoor Subject: Matt and his Uncle 5 For those who enjoy these stories, don't forget to donate to Nifty. Without them, none of this could be read! .................... I had been on the road the rest of the week, arriving back home Noon Friday. As 4 PM approached, about the time Matt would come over, I was so nervous I couldn't stand myself. I didn't know if his Mom had talked to him about her and my "talk" as I didn't get a chance to ask her not to do so (I was afraid that would have further embarrassed Matt). When he knocked on the door, I opened it to find a bounding 10 year old, running straight into me with a big hug as he dropped his bag on the floor. "Hi Uncle Matt," he said. "I missed you all week. "I missed you too buddy," I told him. He started to ask me where I had been, what I had done and if I had seen anything cool. "Baltimore, mostly business paperwork and, yes, I got to see an old pirate ship," I told him. "Way cool," he said in that awed voice of a 10 year old. Which one?" "The SS Bounty," I told him and then told him of how it go in the harbor and how the tourists would get to go on it. "Way, WAY cool," he said. "Maybe one day you and I can go see it?" "Sure," I said. "Not today but someday". I helped him unpack in the guest room, seeing he had brought his new pajamas and pulling out his underwear we had kept here for safe keeping. "Your Mom and I had a talk about our shopping trip and she' cool with you and I buying your underwear," I told him. He stopped dead in his tracks. "Yeah," he started. "Did you talk about anything else?" "Sort of," I said. "She thinks you might be gay". He gasped and then smiled. "What did you tell her?" he asks, rather Apprehensively. "I told her I thought she may be right," I said. "I hope I didn't do wrong by you". "No," he said. "She would have found out eventually. WOW - YOu can't hid anything from my Mom. Why do you think she told you that?" "Well," I said. "She thinks you need a good role model to get you through the rough spots in your teenage years and she think's I'm that guy". I smiled. He did as well. "I think she's right," he said. "I didn't mean to start anything with you and her," I told him. "I just didn't want to lie to her about what we had bought. Besides, she's cool with guys buying guy underwear". Matt came up and hugged me hard this time. "Gee, Uncle Todd, thanks so much for telling her," he said. "I would have been too afraid of hurting her feelings. She is such a great Mom". "She really is and she really understands about that," I said. He hugged me one more time and let go. We both walked back into the living room and Matt grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Cartoons came on and he settled into his usual spot. I went out to the kitchen and fixed spaghetti and called that dinner was ready. "Can we eat in here by the TV?" he asked. "Well, this time I guess it's OK," I said. "Cool," he exclaimed. I started to put the plates on a TV stand tray and heard movement out in the living room that dissipated pretty quickly. Then, I heard footsteps return. I grabbed the tray and came around the corner. What I saw melted my heart. Sitting on the couch was Matt, blonde hair slightly ruffled, shirt off and fleece pajama bottoms on. I could see his new underwear elastic band above the PJs. I decided to use Matt's terminology. "Boing!" I said, making his familar spring sound. At that, Matt rolled around on the couch, laughing almost uncontrollably. After settling the tray down, I excused myself and Matt looked up with a smile. I went into my bedroom and quickly changed into my fleece PJs with my underwear briefs on underneath. I came out and sat back down next to Matt. "Boing," he said, making the same noise I had earlier, laughing and smiling. As we settled down with our dinner, we ate while we watched TV. It was a great time, two boys in their fleece pajamas. We started to watch American Dad. Honestly, I don't know who wrote these cartoons or where they got their ideas, but they were nothing like the cartoons I watched on Saturday mornings. Matt liked them so we sat and watched. "Burp," Matt announced, giggling as he let it out. I looked over with a silly smile and we both laughed. I took the tray with the dishes back into the kitchen and put them in the sink and then came back out and sat next to Matt. With dinner out of the way, we were closer now, two guys sitting and watching. "So," Matt asked. "I've got a question but it may be too personal". He gave me a look like he thought I would be upset. "Hey, little man," I said. "There is nothing too personal when we are alone. Remember my promise? We talk about stuff between each other and I don't tell anyone what we are talking about". I ruffled his blonde hair and leaned down to kiss the top of his head. "Yeah," he said hesitantly. "Ok, here goes. When did you first know – well – you liked boys?". Although I didn't think that question was coming up soon, I knew it would eventually come up. I also knew that I had never discussed my sexual orientation in front of him or within ear shot. Obviously, I was mistaken. Admittedly, I thought I was gay and had set myself into a life of celibacy since it would be too hard to explain to my friends, both at work and elsewhere. People love getting into your business and I just couldn't do it. I was intrigued, but not surprised, that Matt would ask such a question and so soon. I had assumed that our playing around was nothing more than a young boy, curious about sex and what it was like. Many boys feel that way at this age and I remember how I felt when it first happened with me. "I guess I was about your age," I said. "One of my closest friends, Grant, was from Canada and I asked if he could sleepover at my place". Matt scooted up on couch, listening intently. "We ate pizza and watched TV, although in those days we only had three channels," I said. "Cartoons were more Bugs Bunny than this," and I pointed too American Dad still playing. "Were you in your PJ's like we are?" Matt asked, smiling. "Yeah," I said. "Grant wore shorty pajamas and I had never seen those before". I continued. "My dad was on the road a lot and Mom went to bed so we went into my room and shut the door. I had two twin beds at an angle in the corner with the heads together so we could talk". "Grant and I climbed into our separate beds and started talking boy stuff, what happened to who at school and eventually got around to talking about sex," I told him. "As we kept talking, my peter kept getting harder and I noticed Grant had to reach under himself to position his dick, which I was sure was as hard as mine was". Then, Grant had an idea," I told Matt. "Why don't we go get a drink of water? I'm thirsty. I told Grant I'd wait here but he insisted I come with him". "We both got up and walked to the door and Grant stopped me" I continued. "Let's walk to the kitchen naked," Grant whispered. "Are you crazy? I told him," I said. "What happens if Mom wakes up?" "Number one, she won't wake up and, number two, No, I'm not crazy - just horny, Grant told me," I said. I could see Matts peter getting hard in the front of his new pajamas. His small hand was playing with it as it grew. "He finally talked me into taking my pajama bottoms off and carrying them into the kitchen," I told him in an excited voice. "We both still had our underwear on but it was exciting just seeing Grants lump in his underwear," I told Matt. "We opened my bedroom door and quietly snuck to the kitchen." I continued. "Mom's bedroom door was closed and I was very nervous," I told Matt. "We didn't have refrigerators with doors that gave water or anything fancy like that, so I took two plastic glasses from the cabinet and filled each with water from the sink". "I turned and saw Grant in the moonlight shining through the kitchen window and gave him his glass. He was smiling and looking down at my briefs," I told Matt. "Man, was I ever hard!" Matt giggled as I told him that. He looked down at my PJs and noted, "Just like now, huh?" I laughed and answered, "Yeah, just like now". "Grant sipped his water and put his glass down into the sink," I continued telling the story. "Then, the strangest thing happened. He reached over and cupped my dick". I heard Matt inhale just a bit in excitement. "It was the best feeling I had ever had and didn't know what else to do but stand there and enjoy it", I told Matt. "Grant continued to jack me off in my underwear until we both realized that I was breathing fast and that we were in the wrong place to do this," I told Matt. By now, Matt was obviously playing with himself through his pajamas and that was making me horning and hard. "Grant stopped and said, `Lets go back to your room' and we did. I shut the door and turned around to see Grant already in his bed with the sheets pulled back", I said. He told me, "come sleep with me". "And, the rest is history," I said. Matt appeared stumped. "Tell me what happened," he said, somewhat frustrated. "Well, I began. "I climbed into bed with Grant and immediately, he pulled me to him and kissed me. Not a peck, either, but a real kiss!" "Like how?" Matt asked. "Let me show you," I said. Then, I leaned over and started kissing Matt. As I did so, I pushed my tongue against his lips and he got the picture, parting his mouth so that we could start playing tongue hockey. We continued for almost a minute, breathing heavier as time went on. Then, Matt broke away. "WOW!" he said. "That's cool!" I leaned back. "So, you like kissing, huh?" I asked. "I ain't never kissed anyone like THAT," he said, smiling with a slap-silly grin. "Well," I told Matt. "Imagine your best friend doing that to you". "Timmy's never done that with me," he said. Immediately, my antenna went on high (stiff) alert. Timmy being Matt's best friend and living down the street would allow for sleepovers. I wondered if they had experimented. I would often see them playing out front or both watching TV when I came over to get paid by Matt's Mom for a previous babysitting job but nothing alerted me to anything happening between them. "What does Timmy have to do with this story?" I asked. Matt blushed bright red! "I'll tell you later," he said. "What happened next?" "When we broke away, I continued. "We looked at each other with a kind of a marvel, like you and I were looking at each other the other night". Matt blushed a little more remembering our fun. "Then," I said. "Grant reached under the covers and cupped my dick again. Man, that felt good". I told Matt that Grant, very quickly, pulled the front of my underwear down and hooked the elastic band under my balls, reaching back up and grabbing my now hard peter to start jacking it off. "Then," I said. "He did a cool, strange thing". "What Uncle Todd?" he asked, now very excited in more ways than one. "He stopped playing with my peter and pulled his hand up in front of us and licked it, making it all wet with spit," I said. "I know why," was all that Matt said and then smiled up at me. I smiled back at him and reached for the ties on his fleece pajamas. I untied them, although they didn't have snaps like most PJs. It simply made them really loose. I pulled them down until you could see his white underwear and then reached up and pulled the elastic band down past his dick, which was as hard as could be. Matt gasped every time I even began to touch it. I pulled my hand back to my mouth. I licked it for a minute, making sure all of it was wet and then reached down and covered his peter with my wet "fist-pussy" and started to jack him off. Matt moaned again, this time much louder. "Ugggg," Matt uttered. "Uncle Todd, that is soooo good". I enjoyed watching my boy have such great feelings. I pushed him on his back and pushed his pajamas down further to his feet. I reached up and did the same to his underwear. Then, I leaned over and took his dick into my mouth. Ohhhh," Matt screamed. "That's the best..." He started to move his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth. He didn't last very long. "I'm cum...," Matt said and then I watched as his toes curled and his body jerked and his dick, solidly in my mouth, twitched once, twice, three times. Each time, Matt moaned a little louder. As the boy settled down from his good feeling, he curled up into me, his PJ's and underwear still tangled in his ankles. "I love you Uncle Todd," he said and then kissed me on the cheek. "I love you too, buddy," I said and held him in my arms. I felt his hand reach down in front of me to my now very stiff cock. He cupped it and started to jack me off in my pajamas. "Matt," I said. "I love when you do that". He smiled. He reached down and tried to untie my pajamas (one hand was busy so he tried with the other) and got them mostly loose. He reached into my PJs and felt my dick through my underwear. Then, the most incredible thing for a 10 year old. He pushed me over on my back and started to slide my pajamas down my legs. "Life up, Uncle Todd," he said, just as I had asked him earlier. I lifted my butt and they slid down to my ankles. He reached back up and pulled the front of my briefs down and gave me the look. "Oh," I said and lifted my butt one more time. Both PJs and briefs were moved to my ankles. Matt leaned over and licked his hand before putting it on my hard dick. I never felt anything so good. "Maatttt," I said, moaning. He started to jack me off but watching him put me over the top quickly. I tried to warn him but it came out unintelligible. "Maaaatttt...ugh...uuuu," I said as my dick started to squirt cum all over my belly and his hand. I tried to watch Matt's face in the middle of the orgasm and it looked like he was really fascinated with my dick and cum. My breathing started to slow down. I did the same as he did earlier, curling up with him, man and boy, underwear down around our ankles. "The best, Uncle Todd," he said. We slept.