Date: Thu, 23 Feb 2012 07:04:52 -0800 (PST) From: John Jones Subject: My Delinquent Godson Part 2 My Delinquent Godson Part 2 Aprof2motivateu@yahoo.com Disclaimer: The following is a work of homerotic fiction involving an adult and teen. Do not read if it is illegal where you reside or if you will be offended. Ryan fell asleep first, with my holding him. I fell asleep shortly thereafter, but was awakened by an upset somewhat agitated Ryan at around 2 am. He had jumped out of the bed and was looking aghast. "I wet the bed, damn it, I did it again" he said. I got up and went over to him and looked both at his body and the bed. He had not urinated in the night, but rather had a wet dream. Thick semen coated his scant pubic hair and stomach, and there was a small puddle on the bed. "Ryan, its fine, you didn't wet the bed. You had a wet dream. Its normal" I reassured him as I went into the bathroom and returned with a towel. I wiped off Ryan and then the bed. "Ryan, let's go back to sleep; I will explain it all to you tomorrow" I said, both tired and thinking about exactly how much detail I would go into. "OK Uncle John, I was just really afraid I was going to be in trouble for wetting your bed" he said, as he crawled into bed. I got under the covers as well and he snuggled up next to me. I put my arm around him and said "No Ryan, you aren't in trouble at all, let's just go back to sleep". I woke up when I customarily do, at 4:30 am. I was acutely aware of the raging morning hard on I had, and the fact that curled up next to Ryan it was pressed against his buttocks. Careful not to wake him, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom for a piss. Then I went downstairs to the pool and did my morning swim for 45 minutes. Having been a swimmer since High School, I had a routine that used all of the strokes and was pretty intense. At 50, I had a better physique than most 20 year olds, and knew that the reason was my strict exercise regimen and good nutrition. After the swim, I got up and went out to the henhouse and harvested the 4 eggs that were there. Returning to the kitchen, I filled the blender with various fresh fruit, yogurt, and some local honey. After making a huge fruit smoothie, I poured off my part of it, then added 3 raw eggs to the remainder and blended it. Pouring mine into a medium glass, and Ryan's into a large tumbler, I went into the bedroom and wakened the sleeping boy. It was now 5:30 am, the time that I planned to be Ryan's wake up time. It took a couple of minutes to awaken him, and when he got up finally and rubbed his eyes he said he had to pee. As he went off to the bathroom, I could see his morning erection pressing against his briefs. When he returned, we drank our smoothies together, and talked about the day. I explained that as it is spring, there is a lot of deadfall on the immediate property and that this is when we go out and harvest it for heating in the winter. I told him not to shower until after we had worked for a few hours. Ryan followed me out to the pick up and we headed down one of the recently melted logging roads. We hadn't gone 25 yards before the first downed tree was seen. I pulled out the chain saw and spent 15 minutes taking off the side branches, which we would leave. Then I cut the trunk into 6 foot lengths, and having Ryan take one end, I took the other, and we loaded 5 of them into the truck. I noticed that Ryan struggled with his half, even though it wasn't all that heavy. He was sweating profusely by the time we got them loaded. We continued down the road in that fashion, until we had loaded about 20 of the 6 foot lengths in our now heavily laden pick up. We then returned to the clear land immediately around the house, and unloaded. We returned and repeated this, by the end of which he was huffing and puffing and barely able to help. The boy was doing his best I had to admit, so I wasn't mad at him. It is just that he was in horrible condition. By now it was perhaps 10:30 am. Returning the house, I told him to get showered off in his shower and I also got cleaned up. I am pretty quick in the shower, so he was just stepping out when I got to his room. After he toweled off, I dried his hair then had him brush his teeth and comb his hair. Handing him a fresh towel to put around him, I had him sit on the bed with me. "Ryan, last night I realized that there are some important things that you haven't learned about being a guy yet, so I want to explain them to you. It might be a little embarrassing, but you really kind of have to know these things" I said. "OK, Uncle John" he said, innocently but clearly curious. "Ryan, when you woke up this morning at around 2 or 3 and thought you had wet the bed, did you notice that what had come out of you was sticky, not really wet"? I asked. "Uh Yeah... That's been happening for about a year now; maybe once a week" he said. "Ryan have you noticed that your penis and balls have grown a lot lately" I asked? He looked a little red faced, and a little proud and said "yes Uncle John". "Well Ryan, those balls are making sperm and other stuff that makes up a sticky fluid called semen. It is what men shoot inside of women when they have sex. The sperm are part of making a baby" I said. "Yeah we learned about sex in school" he said. "Well, your balls make a lot of it at this age and if it doesn't come out in any other way, it shoots out at night when you are having a dream. We call that a `wet dream'" I explained. "Yeah I hate them" he said emphatically. "Well Ryan the way you can avoid them is to either have sex, which you are too young for, or `jack off' which is a slang term for masturbating" I said. "I heard those words but don't know what they mean" he said "Look Ryan, take off your towel and lay on the bed with your head up on those pillows" I said, and he did so. Taking his hand, I guided it onto his chest and abdomen and had him start to caress himself. He was quickly erect. I then guided his hand down and helped him tickle his scrotum and around his penis. His penis rose quickly, and I was pretty surprised by what I saw. The short foreskin withdrew, revealing a developing mushroom head on a penis that was already almost 6 inches long and quite thick. I thought to myself "Jesus, this kid is going to be hung like a horse", then remembered from our days at the gym that his dad was pretty well hung too. "That feels really great Uncle John" he said enthusiastically. "Ryan it is going to feel a lot better soon" I said, and reached for some lotion that I put on his hand. I then showed him how to use his now slippery hand on his erect penis to masturbate himself. "Ryan, close your eyes and think about someone who you think is really hot" I said, and he closed them and kept pumping. In a minute or so, his breathing became a little shallower. I saw his testicles start to rise, then of course the inevitable occurred: 6 shots of semen erupted from his penis, the first 3 hitting him in the face". "Oooooh God" he cried out, experiencing his first orgasm. He lay there for about 30 seconds, enraptured, and during that time I brought over a moist towel and a dry towel and when he opened up his eyes, I started cleaning him up. "That was fantastic Uncle John" he said as I was drying him. "Yes, it is one of the best feelings a man can have Ryan" I said emphatically. "I have a feeling that now that you know how to do this, you will have no more wet dreams, now get dressed and come on into the kitchen. While we ate an early lunch, I explained to him that he had two appointments in town today. He would be getting a physical with the doctor, and getting his teeth cleaned and checked out by the dentist. I also told him that we would get pizza for supper while we were in town.