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RECAP: Gary has received an unexpected visit from a good old friend, Mike, and his preteen son, Tom. Tom has confessed that these troubles involve his mom's disapproval of sexual experimentation with another boy, and Gary has shared with Tom that his own sexuality caused some friction with Tom's mom in the past. Gary's teenaged friend-with-benefits, Kyle, has put the notion in Gary's head that Tom might be someone to get to know intimately, and after watching a sexually charged movie and a sensual foot massage, Tom has made it clear that he's interested in that as well...
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I wasn't fully hard anymore, but I certainly wasn't flaccid
either, and of course the boy's foot did perk me up a bit before I slowly,
gently, took the foot in my hand and moved it away. "What my body may want
and what's a good idea aren't always the same thing," I said in a
hopefully firm but gentle tone. After a moment, I asked, "What about
Marky?"
Tom frowned,
taken aback by the mention of his little friend, "I don't even know if I'm
going to be able to see Marky again, especially not anytime soon..." Then
he hid his head under the covers, his voice quivering a bit, and added, "I
just thought you might...want... to do stuff with me."
I sighed,
squeezing Tom's feet in solidarity. "I'm not saying I don't, Tommy,"
I replied.
Oh shit, what made me say that? The little boy with his head
buried under his covers, literally hiding from potential rejection, could not
possibly be a validly ready partner, could he? He was nothing like Kyle, whose
approach had been far more direct. A fairly hilarious incident involving
masturbation with a perfume oil that it turned out he was allergic to had
rendered his dick too sensitive to be jerked off, and while I was commiserating
with him about what hell it must be for a preteen boy to go a week without masturbating,
he had put his hand on my leg, glared pointedly at me and said, "I bet someone
could suck it, though."
Tom's
comparatively passive attempts to place himself upon the altar of sex and
encourage me to feast on him were far less indicative of the mature and willful
traits that had made it so easy to ignore Kyle's age. Not to mention the
complications of his other relationship, quite possibly more romantic in
potential than mine and Kyle's was. Fuck, he didn't
even live anywhere near me! Nothing could really come of this, nothing long
term.
And yet, the
statement hung in the air between us, and it was impossible for me to deny the
truth in it. "I'm just saying it's not the sort of thing you just do
spontaneously because a movie or a massage got you hot," I clarified. "You gotta talk it out, y'know?"
"I
guess," Tom agreed, before slowly peeking his head back up out of the
covers and pulling his feet back toward his body. He bent his knees, causing
the blanket to fall, revealing his bare legs and cute red underwear. I was
relieved to see the latter; at least he'd left himself
some room for the seduction to fail. "So... what do we talk
about?"
Almost
despite myself, I found my hand moving up to Tom's knee and resting there as I
talked. I had two competing agendas here, keeping myself from jumping his bones
and making him feel valued and accepted, and the latter goal required the
contact. "Well, let's see. You're
in love with another boy. And grieving because you might've
lost him, but y'know, time will tell on that. In a
lot of ways, your situation is no different from a straight kid with feelings
for a girl, and parents have been trying to keep couples like that apart for
centuries without any real success. So I guess my
first question is, if you do get him back... are you going to feel like
anything we do this week is you being unfaithful to him?" The words 'we
do' were said pointedly and heavily, a perhaps unnecessary but pointed reminder
that I wasn't referring to checkers or Fortnite.
"No
way! Marky and I have talked about playing around with a... with other people.
It's different," Tom said pointedly.
That was certainly an interesting
concept, and it opened the door to a lot of possibilities. If his attitude
about casual sex versus romance was that developed, then perhaps a good roll in
the hay might actually help him with the grieving
process. At the very least, my choice of movie wasn't
as corruptive an influence as I'd feared. "Alright, so what about me then,
specifically? Please, be brutally honest here, you're
not going to hurt my feelings. Is it just being touched by someone else and I'm
the one who happens to be here, or is it me, specifically, that you're
interested in playing around with right now?"
"I wouldn't
want just any random guy to touch me," Tom insisted forcefully. He paused a
moment, apparently considering the merits of that suggestion, because he added,
"I mean I guess that might be exciting in its own way, too." I was about to
comment on that observation, but he wasn't about to
let me change the subject that easily. "But really, I think your cool and your
um..." His eyes shifted down towards my crotch, which had the effect of stirring
it further. "Your dick, um, felt really good when I rubbed against it."
It was a sweet,
firm, almost mature statement of where he was coming from. It brought the walls
I had been building up further down. But then he sat up with his hands, pulling
up his shirt a bit and extending one of his legs. The pose left very little to the imagination, practically putting himself
on display for me. "I'll... I'll suck it if that's what you're worried
about!" he blurted out desperately.
I had to
stifle the laugh that was naturally bubbling to the surface at the absurdity of
the concept that not receiving fellatio might be the reason for my holding
back. How adorable! Adorable and sweet and utterly, utterly juvenile.
Far from making me eager to take him, that moment made me feel stronger about
refusing. "Oh Tommy, that would be wonderful," I admitted, caressing his
preteen cheek affectionately, "but no, that's not what I'm worried about.
Actually, what I'm worried about is exactly what just happened; that you'll
feel pressured to do something specific, something you may or may not really
want to do, just because you think it's expected or required. I don't want to
feel like I hurt you after you've gone back home." I snickered. "I
mean, there's also the fact that I don't want you deciding that I need to be in
prison over it, which is absolutely what would happen if the police got wind
that I was even *thinking* about this, but that's mostly a side concern."
The horny
boy looked at me incredulously, tossing those sweet green puppy dog eyes at me
again, his bare legs bent up, his knees at his chest with his tight bright red
underwear just covering his sexy smooth upper thighs. Vulnerability radiated in
his tone of voice as he pleaded. "I know how to keep secrets, jeez. I DO
want to do stuff with you... you've been really cool
to be with and I miss being at home and with my friends. I miss my computer
too. I didn't want to come here, but I guess if you're here and stuff it's not
so bad..."
Say what you
will about the lack of dignity in a boy's begging, there's
simply nothing harder to resist. I couldn't help but lick my lips, my mind
involuntarily playing over the feel of Tom's cheek in my hands
moments earlier, and the feel of his legs earlier in the evening. Still, with a
gulp, I managed to hold the moral line for the moment. "I... notice you
didn't answer the other part of that concern. About you doing things because
you think they're expected."
Tom shifted
on the couch, looking at me seriously. "I won't do anything I don't want
to do," he assured me. "I'm not a virgin ya
know..."
I was quiet
for a few moments, considering what we'd talked about.
Ticking the boxes on a mental checklist, as it were. Strong emotional need and
not just doing it to get off, check. On the other hand, not in some case of
puppy dog love with his uncle, check. Strong willed, assertive, aware of the
risks. Check, check, check. No romantic conflict of interest. Not 100% sure,
but HE seemed to be, and if his judgement couldn't be trusted on some level
then there'd be nothing to consider, right? So a tentative check. Leaving impulsivity as the only real
remaining concern. And I knew the easy solution for that. "I think... I
think I might be willing to have some fun here, enjoy each other in that way.
But how would you feel if we slept on the idea for a night, maybe made a final
decision tomorrow?"
With that,
Tom stood up awkwardly. "You're weird, Uncle Gary. I guess if my dad has to go away all day again tomorrow, maybe I will have
better luck then. My mind isn't changing."
Oof. While I
certainly didn't expect a completely chipper response,
that one stung on multiple levels. He obviously felt like I was patronizing
him, which I guess in some ways I was. Certainly I
didn't make Kyle suffer through a one-day waiting period. Still, this was a very different boy and a very different situation. More
importantly, though, he was still seeing this as an almost transactional
relationship. "Hey now, wait one sec," I insisted, sliding my
arms around Tom's chest and pulling the boy into his
lap. I needed to show him that sincere, positive emotion – affection – was
associated with this as well. "I just want to take our time and be sure
about `crossing the border', as it were," I clarified, running my hand all
along the boy's outer thigh as I spoke and snapping the waistband of his underwear
on the word 'border', to make perfectly clear where that border lies. "I
can still show some affection to my gorgeous, beautiful nephew, can't I?"
Tom was
clearly surprised by my maneuver and being so close to me. He blushed visibly
at the compliments. After a few seconds, the boy regained his composure,
shifting in my lap. I was pleased until I realized he was deliberately rubbing
against my penis, brushing up against it with his smooth underwear-clad buns.
In a tone that was at bad as being nonchalant as it was good at sounding
seductive, he purred, "I guess that depends what kind of affection and if you
can manage to keep your beautiful nephew's pants on somehow."
"I'm
not going to lie, it'll be hard," I admitted. Even at that moment, my
brain couldn't resist the double entendre. With a wry
smile, I looked down at his antics, making no attempt to keep the boy from
feeling my arousal, and added, "Pun intended."
I reached
out and, keeping my left arm around Tom's waist to stop him from gyrating so
much, rested my right hand on the preteen's shoulder, one finger tracing up and
down his neck ever so slightly. "I'm just going to have to remind myself
that it's not like you're a potential boyfriend here. I'm
your uncle. That's an unequal, mentor/student
type of relationship, which means I have a responsibility to be a role model
for you. Even if it's just modeling how to keep your hormones in check for a
few hours before you ravage your horny nephew out of sheer lust."
Tom again
looked dejected at that idea. "I don't know that any relationship is
really equal," he pondered, and although it was clearly a line designed to
manipulate me, I couldn't help but feel pride at the
profoundness in that observation. Keen mind, this boy had. "Someone is always
smarter, older, more experienced... at least in some ways. Isn't it more
important to look at things um, more, I dunno, is the
word I'm looking for... holistically? Plus you're not really my uncle anyway..."
I peered at
the little philosopher incredulously. "In a different context, I'd be offended, y'know. 'Not
really your uncle' indeed." I squeezed his shoulder. God, how smooth and
supple the skin felt, even with his shirt covering it. "Have I misjudged
things, then? Is this not about having some fun and sharing some deep but NOT
romantic affection for the next few days? You're certainly not in love with me,
a few hours ago you were barely tolerating your fate in being here." He
was still gyrating his hips subtly on my cock, but I tried to keep my face
steady and not acknowledge how horny it was making me.
"Hey I just mean we're not related! At least... as far as I
know." The little imp giggled again, and I was reminded that at least his
mood WAS considerably improved from a few hours ago. "But I dunno, what's wrong with just enjoying the time together as
much as we can? I don't get to see you too much and um, uh, 'life is
short'." He shrugged after uttering the cliché, probably aware that most
people would find what he's saying nonsensical from an eleven
year old boy.
I'm not
most people. "It is short," I agreed. "Shorter than you
know, my lascivious little cherub." I lightly tickled the youngster for a
moment, trying to keep some levity in the otherwise very
serious debate. Plus the more he giggled, the
more I could resist his allure. "And that's why it's important that
neither of us spend any precious moments thinking, 'Oh god, I wish I hadn't let
my dick get the best of me.' Just like we might waste an hour checking over
your bike to make sure the chain is tight and there's air in the tires, so that
we don't have you wasting years in a hospital in rehab somewhere wishing you'd
taken just a few minutes to make sure it was safe. Does that make sense?"
Tom sighed, and
his grinding against me finally stopped. "I guess that makes sense," he
conceded. "So what do we do now?"
I kissed my
honorary nephew on the cheek, happy to hear the boy acquiesce. "Well, we
should make that decision together," I suggested. "The wiser thing to do would
be to get some pants on you, take a quick walk around the neighborhood for some
exercise, and then come back and mess around in Minecraft until your dad gets
home." Removing my left hand from Tom's shoulder, I slid it underneath his
shirt, running it slightly up and down. The young boy curled his back in
response, lifting his shirt up from the front as I snaked up his back and
moaning. "If, on the other hand, you think we can get a little closer to
the edge without falling over, metaphorically speaking, then I'd love to spend
the next half hour telling you about how incredibly hot you are and all the
things I'm going to be imagining doing to this smooth, silky body of yours when
I'm laying in bed tonight. Then we can go back to our
separate rooms and masturbate furiously until it's time to get dinner
started."
Tom leaned
in close to me, his breath creating heat against my neck, his hands playing
with the hems of his shirt. I could now make out the skin I was rubbing on his
lower back, looking so inviting. Almost panting, the child said breathily,
"I'm glad we're not wise..."
I breathed
in deeply of the boy's pheromones, leaning forward and nuzzling his neck with
my closed lips, my hands pressing a bit more firmly into the bare flesh of the
youngster's back. I placed a single kiss on the boy's neck before, equally
panty, I pulled back a bit to make eye contact again. This was starting to get
out of control. "I... I think maybe we should reverse that plan, go pound
one out first and then come back for the foreplay talk. I don't know if I can
last as long as I thought I could."
Tom's little
moans continued while I nuzzled and pecked his neck, then he let his shirt drop
and wrapped his arms around my neck, looking back at me pleadingly, "Are you
sure that's what you want, Uncle Gary?" His hips started moving again.
I took my
right hand off of Tom's back to run it through his
hair, rubbing our noses together in an eskimo kiss.
My resolve was failing hard at his persistence. "No," I admitted, though
I hopefully conveyed in my tone that I very much wanted to
resist. My head nudged forward slightly, my eyes transferring the authority to my
young partner, effectively handing the decision over to him.
Tom's eyes
lit up for a moment but then closed. He slanted his head a bit to the right,
allowing his succulent lips to make contact with mine.
With experience that defied his tender years, his tongue poked out, just a bit
assertively, demanding entry. His small hands started to rub my shoulders and
back through my shirt.
I couldn't help but gasp, which opened my mouth, allowing him access. I had tried to be strong, but the truth was self-evident as I surrendered to passion and began to kiss him back fervently – I had lost this battle before I'd begun.
As I began to kiss him back in earnest, I consoled myself with the thought that there were worse things in this world to surrender to.