Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2019 20:57:26 -0400 From: RJ Subject: Little Me - Ch. 14 Little Me by RJ The core of this fiction involves the sexual relationship between an adult and a minor -- specifically an uncle and his young nephew. If you do not like themes of incest and adult/youth, do not read this story. If you have any questions or comments about this piece, want to know about any of my other works, or just want to reach out, please don't hesitate to email me. A list of my works, including links and descriptions, can be found here: https://bit.ly/2S5IYDI. If you would like to be added to a mailing list for this story (or all stories) and receive emails about any updates, let me know. Please also consider donating to Nifty if you can: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ~ CHAPTER 14 ~ Prison again. Just standing outside this grand cage of cages is making me a little itchy. It's not the same prison that I briefly called my residence, but it has a matching vibe: gloomy, suffocating, and depressing -- and I'm not even inside the building yet. "You okay?" Vince asks me, noticing I still haven't closed the door yet. I'm just standing in the parking lot, using his car door as a shield as I peer warily at the building before us. I just nod at him as he comes over and stands beside me. "Yeah, sorry. I'm just... getting war flashbacks or something," I say with a little smile. He laughs, rubbing my back. That soft gesture instantly relaxes me a bit more. "We can hang back for a bit if you need a minute." I shake my head, shutting the passenger's side door and sighing. We're already on a limited schedule as is. No use in wasting more time. "I'll be fine," I say, smiling before patting his lower back. "Let's go meet this fucker." It was somewhat of an ordeal to be granted visitation rights. Even though I never had to go through the process myself as an inmate, my fellow prisoners all had told me about how touch-and-go it can be, so I hope it wasn't too much trouble for Will. I myself was worried it'd be for nothing considering I had to fill out an application to be on Will's visitation list. They needed to know my name, my address, and whether or not I've ever been incarcerated. I was worried that that latter point would give someone reason to deny me, but Vince was extremely pleased when I was approved. We had to make an appointment nearly a month in advance -- the first of which was cancelled due to a last-minute lockdown. I was nervous during the long drive up here today that something else was going to inhibit us again, but after signing in and completing the search, I feel relieved. We're in the clear. The visitation room is this dingy, grey hotbox with rows of small circular tables, each of which is occupied by at least two people. I notice a lot of the inmates are on the younger side. Those that look like they're in their 20s seem to all have similarly-aged women visiting them, and the older inmates have full families: typically a wife and couple kids each. But our sights home in on one man in particular, who's sitting alone in the center of the room. Will looks gruffer in person, and heftier than the pictures let on. His salt-and-pepper hair has more salt now that he's in his fifties, and his beard is much thicker than any of the photos (or videos) I've seen. The most striking thing about him, though, is how tired he looks. His eyes have heavy, dark bags under them -- but the exhaustion is almost irrelevant when he sees his stepson coming closer. Instantly, there's a lightness to his face, a tender love in his smile. He stands up and quickly embraces a beaming Vince. I can tell just by the tightness of the hug that they want it to last longer, but that's number one on the list of "What Not To Do Here". The most the guards will allow is a quick, three-second-max hug, or a handshake. Otherwise, keep your hands to yourself. Will whispers something discreetly in Vince's ear, unnoticed by the guards. As Vince pulls back from the hug, I can see how both his face and his ears have turned red, and that smile of his has only widened. Christ, the kid looks happy. Will captures my attention though, smiling at me as he sizes me up. "So! You're Leo, then," he says. It's strange hearing his voice in person rather than through a VHS tape. "Guilty," I say, and Will laughs at the ironic pun before taking my outstretched hand. He gives me a firm shake. "Nice to finally meet you." "And you, my friend," he says calmly, and right off the bat, I know I like this guy. I understand what Vince sees in him. Similarly, like me, he has that quiet, level energy about him -- though it seems noticeably (and understandably) dimmed by being cooped up in this place for so long. "Please, sit," he says, gesturing to the table where Vince is already taking a seat. "I'd offer you something to drink but, alas..." I chuckle as I sit beside Vince, across from Will. "I can't imagine you have much variety here anyway." "Oh, you know all about that," Will says with a playful but sad smile as he sits acr. "Vinny here tells me you were in the clinker for a spell." I notice how Vince smiles after being called that little nickname by his stepdad. "Yeah. About three years." "Hard ones, I'm sure." "Not as hard as it's been for you, I'm willing to bet," I say, knowing how differently inmates treat guys like him. I wonder if he's managed to keep that all under wraps while he's been here. "How long have you been here again?" "Who even knows anymore?" Will says gloomily, and Vince is surely about to give him the answer, down to the exact number of days, before Will holds up his hand. "Don't, Vinny." "But--" "It's easier for me to pretend like I don't know," Will says, giving his stepkid a sad smile. Vince frowns slightly, but Will is quick to change the topic. "Enough about me. How are you both?" We spend a solid few minutes catching up with Will. Vince and I talk about work, mostly, before venturing off into hobbies and such. Will seems engaged, and I can't help but notice that we're already feeling like old friends. All in all, I suppose we know a lot about each other already, thanks to Vince. Seeing each other in person just helps fill in the blanks. "Speaking of writing," Will says, after Vince finishes talking about how he's thinking of picking up flash fiction again, "I got a letter a few weeks ago." Vince just raises his eyebrows. "Okay?" "From your mother." A shadow passes over the kid's face, and he furrows his brows. "About what?" "Namely you," he says calmly, surely understanding the effect his words are having on his boy. "Hasn't heard from you in a number of years, doesn't know how to get in contact with you. I guess she's trying to reconnect." "So she reached out to *you*?" Vince says, annoyed, but Will just gives him a look that makes it seem like she made the obvious choice. Even I would assume to reach out to Will. I'm sure she knows that Vince has done his best to keep in contact with his stepfather, considering she knows her son doesn't think ill of the man. Vince slumps a bit, sighing. "She doesn't understand me," Vince says -- and even though the words sound reminiscent of a rebellious, parent-hating teenager, I totally get where he's coming from. "She doesn't understand *us*." Will sighs. "I know, baby," he says. "But I couldn't not tell you. In the end, it's your decision. But at least give it some thought, okay?" Vince looks skeptical. "You *want* me to get into contact with her?" "If it helps, then yes," Will says. "Helps *who*?" "You." Vince seems to want to retort before he realizes his stepfather only means well. So, he just sighs slightly. "I'll think about it," he says softly. "Atta boy," he says, giving Vince a little wink. Vince can't help but grin. They lock eyes for a bit, and I smile at the tender moment between them. They're in love. They're so in love, and it's so fucking obvious. It makes me wonder if Vince's mother had noticed early on, if she had picked up on any signs that led to the discovery of the tapes. I wonder if it really was just a total shock, or if she was expecting to find something. "Can I ask you a question?" I say to Will. He turns to me. "Shoot, buddy." "Have you always been...?" How do I want to word this? But Will finishes my thought for me. "A boylover?" I swallow. Sure, let's go with that. "Yeah." Will nods. "Pretty much. I tried the whole normal suburban-wife-and-white-picket-fence-and-golden-retriever thing, but..." He just sighs softly before smiling. "I am what I am, buddy." "A boylovin' perv," Vince mutters with a little grin, causing Will to chuckle. I can't help but laugh slightly too. "No shame, huh?" "Not among us three, at least," Will says with a happy grin before getting serious. "I tried burying it for a long damn time. Hell, that's why I drank in the first place. I guess I thought it'd help me... I don't know, ignore temptation? But the truth is, I fuckin' love boys." Then he cocks his head towards his stepson. "This one, especially." Vince lets out an uncharacteristic laugh, but it's that flirty, happy, boyishly floaty sort of laugh people get when their crush compliments them. Can't help but notice that he's blushing, too. "Speaking of boys," Will says, "hope you don't mind me saying, but that Eli of yours? What a damn beauty." Now *I'm* blushing, as if he had directed the compliment towards me. I grin slightly. Did Vince show him a picture or something? "You think so?" I ask. "Oh, I know so," Will says. "I have good taste. Trust me." The three of us laugh privately, sharing in the comradery that this subject brings before I glance at Vince. He gives me a discreet little nod, a subtle green light. I clear my throat, feeling my heart racing. This is something Vince and I discussed on the way up here: telling Will the truth about my relationship with Eli. Out of respect for me, Vince has been good enough to keep the entire story to himself, even from the love of his life. "It's your story to tell," Vince had told me -- something I once told him. So, I decide to let Will in on the secret. "Eli and I are..." I pause, searching for the right way to articulate this. "Well, we're like you and Vince, in a way." Will's eyebrows raise high, his forehead becoming nothing but creases. He glances at Vince briefly before turning his attention back at me. "You're serious?" "Yup." "Holy shit," he whispers, his expression of surprise turning into one of pure joy. "I've never met another--" He stops himself to let out a loud laugh before he leans in, talking in a half-whisper. "How long?" I tell him the beginnings of my relationship with my nephew, and Will is absolutely enraptured. He listens intently, eyes unwavering, never once interrupting me, soaking in every detail I give him -- and while I'm murmuring my story to him, I'm wondering if he's sporting a hard-on under this table. I sure as hell am, doing all this reminiscing about our reunion, him showing how curious he was, him practically asking me to molest him, us calling each other boyfriends, the closeness we feel for each other, and so on. It's exciting to tell Will my story, because I know he'll appreciate it differently than Vince did. Will has *my* perspective. He's been in my shoes. When I finish catching him up on the basics, he grins before exhaling deeply. "Well well well, my friend," he says, shaking his head, "you're even more of a pleasant surprise than I thought you'd be." I laugh slightly. "Yeah, well..." I just shrug. "Goddamn. You and Eli? No wonder my son likes you so much," he says with a playful smile towards Vince. "That's not the only reason," Vince says defensively. "I know, stud," Will says back, chuckling before looking at me. "Let me ask you something else, because I gotta know," Will adds, leaning in slightly. "Any other boys catch your eye?" "Honestly? No, not really," I say, scratching my chin. "Kinda have my focus on one in particular." Will laughs. "I respect that," he says. "Then again, it always starts with one," he adds with a little wink. "I guess you're right," I say, shrugging, not sure what to make of that -- though I'm sure he has a point. "And he's, what, eleven, right?" He glances at Vince as if for confirmation. "Yep," I say with a smile. "Almost twelve." Then I laugh, shaking my head. "Just got his first pube maybe two months ago." Will seems to get a kick out of that. "That's beautiful, buddy," he says, like I couldn't have said something more worthy of being appreciated. "I remember this one's first hair," he adds, glancing at Vince before addressing him directly. "Remember how sad you were?" I snort. "Sad?" Vince just shrugs. "I didn't wanna grow up." Will chuckles. "Didn't want you to grow up either, honestly," Will says, looking at his boy fondly, "but goddamn, you grew up mighty fine." Vince blushes and smiles, looking away. "Shut up, Dad." "Oh, come on. It's not often that I get to embarrass my little lover, is it?" Vince just gets redder and redder, and though he seems to be gushing at the compliments, he stands up. "Do you want anything from the vending machine?" he asks. I almost laugh at how eagerly Vince wants to step away. Maybe his dad's playful jibes are simply more embarrassing because I'm present. "Get me one of them Snickers, will ya?" Will asks, smiling. Vince asks if I want anything, but I just shake my head, and both Will and I watch him head to the back of the room, pass a guard, and approach the vending machine. "I was hoping for a moment alone with you, actually," Will says, peering at me. I raise my eyebrows. "Really?" He nods. "Just wanted to... express my gratitude," he says. "Well firstly, for that story, because... wow." He laughs a bit. "I'll admit, I've fantasized about it plenty, but never really thought..." But then he shakes his head, getting serious. "Anyway, I wanted to say thank you concerning Vinny too. I worry about him, you know? And I can't thank you enough for being there for him." I smile, deeply touched by his comment -- even though I try to deflect it. "No disrespect or anything, but... I'm not doing much," I say with a laugh. It's the truth, though. Although we're close friends, Vince is capable on his own. I don't house him, feed him, or act as his interim therapist. I'm just his buddy. But Will shakes his head. "You're there for him in ways not many people can be," he says quietly. "That's what matters." I'm sure Vince has told his stepdad plenty about our relationship -- blowjobs included. But somehow, I don't think it's necessarily all about sex in Will's eye. He's a lover, and it's clear that my companionship with Vince has comforted Will while he does his time. All in all, I'm happy that I've made such strong ties with that kid, and I want to express that to my new friend. "Well, it's been my pleasure," I say with a gentle smile -- one that Will returns with gusto. "How many more miles 'til we're in town?" I ask. Vince thinks on it. "Probably... thirtyish?" he guesses. "Give or take." I nod a bit. That means we'll be back home within the hour. It's exciting, because there's nothing I want to do more than get out of this car and lie down on a more comfortable surface. But there's an added notion I've had in my head since we left visitation: Vince and Eli getting together. I vaguely hinted at that possibility to Vince months ago, but nothing has come from it yet. He (respectfully, I feel) hasn't brought it up, and I haven't gotten around to deciding whether or not it's a good idea. It's a thrilling thought, but it's a thought that intimidates me. Talking about my relationship with Eli is one thing, but having someone who knows about our deep intimacy in the same room with us is something else entirely. It makes me nervous. But the visit with Vince and his stepdad helped me realize that I have nothing to worry about. I trust Vince. I trust him with my story, and I trust him to respect any boundaries that I may put up concerning Eli. Plus, my eagerness for my nephew to meet someone like him, someone whose tapes he's seen, is strong enough for me to ignore any residual doubts I may have. It's time. "Why don't you stay over for a bit when we get back?" I ask, glancing at him. He has to drop me off at the lake house anyway since he picked me up to visit his stepdad. He smiles. "Not sick of me yet?" "Not yet," I tease, and he laughs. Then I lick my bottom lip before clearing my throat. "Maybe we can pick Eli up on the way." I notice a shift in Vince -- not a negative one, but he does tense up slightly. When I look at him, I realize it's just because he's trying his darndest not to smile. "Yeah?" I nod. "Yeah." I decide to surprise Eli instead of forewarning him with a phone call, so once we make it back to town and park in Wes's driveway, I'm smiling just imagining the look on my nephew's face when he sees that I've come to collect him earlier than expected. The original plan was to hang out later tonight, and I kept the timeframe vague because I wasn't sure when Vince and I were going to get back. But me deciding to throw Vince into the mix switches things up a bit. I have Vince wait in the car, though. That's a surprise I don't need to spring on people -- namely Wes. Turns out he's not even home, though. When I knock and enter, Tanya's the only parent in the house, and she's fast asleep in the living room with the baby. I leave her be. No doubt she's exhausted if she's napping this early in the evening. Quietly, as to not disturb her or the baby, I head up the staircase to Eli's room and then knock on his nearly-closed door. "Come in," I hear him say. When I enter the room, I see he's doing some painting, standing in front of the canvas and meticulously outlining something in blue acrylic. His back is turned to me, and I come up behind him, realizing he probably thinks I'm his mom. "Whatcha working on there, pal?" I ask. He gasps at the sound of my voice, spinning around. "Uncle Leo!" he says, grinning, setting his palate and brush on his nearby chair, and then quickly wrapping his arms around me. I laugh, hugging him back. "Hey, kiddo." "You're early!" He pulls back, looking up at me with a fresh flush in his cheeks. "Is that a problem?" I ask with amused expression. He grins. "No," he says, adjusting his glasses, "but I haven't packed yet." "Well, get packin', then," I say, ruffling his hair. He glances at the open doorway before whispering "Kiss me first." I snort at his demand, but I lean down anyway, giving him a soft peck on the lips to appease him. Satisfied, he turns to his dresser and grabs overnight clothes to stuff into his backpack while I study the beginnings of his new painting. Looks like he's painting a landscape. So far, all that's outlined is the mountainous backdrop and a few trees. "By the way," I say, clearing my throat, "I have a friend with me." He looks back at me in surprise. "A friend?" "Yeah," I say. "Vince. You remember him, right?" He seems to think about it for a moment, but he's clearly drawing a blank. "The guy your dad punched after you and Jimmy called him a perv." "Oh!" he says, it finally dawning on him. He smiles before looking confused again. "You guys are friends?" I haven't told Eli much about Vince -- mostly because I don't even know where to start. He knows *of* Vince, sure, but not by name. I've always referred to the boy in the tapes as "my friend" when talking to Eli about it, leaving his identity out of the conversation. I figured, if Eli should ever be privy to that information, it should come from the little pornstar himself. "Yeah," I say. "He's a really nice guy. You'll like him. And it'll only be for a little bit." He seems skeptical, but I can tell that his desire to see me trumps his hesitance to re-meet someone. "Okay." He gets his overnight bag packed with a change of clothes, one of his favorite new magazines, a deck of UNO cards (his latest obsession), and his toothbrush from the bathroom. Then, we head downstairs. Tanya already knows that I'm coming to pick Eli up, but I leave a note on the coffee table so that she knows I came early. Eli sweetly gives his mother on her cheek before we quietly head out to Vince's car. Vince waves from the front seat, smiling at the both of us -- and Eli, in response, just stands closer to me. "If you're uncomfortable, I won't make him stay," I murmur to him. "I'm fine," he assures me after a moment. I just give him a firm squeeze on the shoulder as we get closer to the vehicle. Eli climbs into the back while I take the passenger side, sighing as I plop down onto the cloth seat and start to buckle myself in. "Hey Eli," Vince says, glancing back at my nephew. "Nice to see you again." In my rearview mirror, I see Eli eyeing Vince curiously. "Hi," he says simply. Vince glances at me and I just give him a look that says "Give him time." Eli has mostly outgrown his shy phase, but Vince is a special case. I'm sure seeing Vince just takes him right back to that day where he caused so much trouble and embarrassment. I remember him even being quite skeptical of my buddy when we met up with him at the local ice cream shop, back when Vince nearly begged me to talk Wes into rehiring him. It'll take a little bit for Eli to warm up to him. As we head to the lake house, conversation is scattered. Vince attempts to engage Eli, asking him questions that my nephew politely answers, but for the most part, conversation is limited to us two adults. It's not necessarily tense, but just a little bit awkward, so it's somewhat of a relief to get back to the lake house and out of the car where we all can stretch and disperse. Eli's still a bit shy as we head inside and get settled in, so I suggest he whip out his UNO cards and the three of us play, just to break the ice. I grab myself a stiff drink while Vince takes a seat on the couch and Eli starts pulling things out of his backpack to find the UNO cards. He ends up pulling out some clothes and his magazine, the latter of which Vince takes particular notice of. "Whoa! The Flash!" he says, eyeing the cover of it as Eli places it on the coffee table. "You a fan?" Eli smiles. "He's my favorite hero." "Nice," Vince says, grinning. "You have good taste. Everyone always says Superman or Batman is their favorite." "Superman and Batman are boring," Eli grumbles. "Totally agree!" I smile slightly as Vince kneels down at the table with Eli, and I watch them geek out over The Flash. Eli's obsession with porn mags has recently crossed over into magazines that are more age-appropriate: comics. I don't claim to have much interest in superheroes and the like, but Eli absolutely adores them -- The Flash particularly. Hell, I think he's got quite a crush on him, but he just won't admit it to me. It's nice to see them bond over it, though, and I watch them discuss the history of the hero and how his timeline fits in with other comics. I can actually see Eli warming up to Vince more and more the longer they talk: his posture is not as awkward, and his expressions are no longer wary. Now, he has someone (besides Jimmy) who's just as into The Flash as he is. "Did you ever see the TV show?" Vince asks. "Yeah!" Eli says. "Man, what a good show. I always thought he was so hot," Vince murmurs, which makes Eli burst into a fit of giggles. "Yeah, he's handsome," Eli says, smiling ever so boyishly. Then he makes a suggestion. "We should watch it." Vince actually looks interested. "You have it?" "Uncle Leo got it on tape for me!" he says excitedly, and I smile to myself. I remember getting him that as a surprise gift: recorded VHS tapes of that show. "Well, alright then, Uncle Leo!" Vince says, sending a smirk my way before looking back at Eli. "Pop one in." Eli stands up and heads straight for the rack of movies that he keeps here. He pulls out one of tapes I used to record the show and then tries to put it into the television, but there's already a tape there: unsurprisingly, one of Vince's. Eli pulls it out of the player, holds it, and glances at me with a look that says "Where should I put this?" Vince notices that the tape is blank, though, and quickly makes the connection. "Is that...?" He points to the tape in Eli's hand but looks at me. I nod, half-smirking. "Yep." Vince smiles a little, glancing back at Eli. "Did you...?" Eli looks confused. "Did I what?" "I don't know," Vince says, laughing nervously and scratching the back of his head. "What'd you think?" Eli blushes. "Of...?" I can't help but smile. He's a smart boy to play dumb. He knows better than to be talking all willy-nilly about these things. "Of my tapes," Vince says. Eli looks unconvinced, glancing from the tape to Vince. "They're *yours*?" "Yeah... Well... I mean..." Vince just trails off, looking at me for help. "I didn't tell him whose tapes they were," I explain. "Or who's in them." "Oh. Well, uh... Yeah," he says, laughing as he looks back at Eli. "That's me." "You're the boy?" Eli asks, narrowing his eyes. "Yup," Vince says. "Whoa." Eli looks amazed for a few moments before he starts smiling. "That's so cool." Vince just laughs, and I grin to myself. "Tell Vince what you told me, kiddo," I say. "About who it reminds you of." Eli bites his lip a bit, holding the tape in front of his groin. "I said it reminds me of me and Uncle Leo." Vince beams, like he couldn't have hoped for a better compliment. "Guess you and me are kinda similar then." Eli, intrigued by that sentiment, smiles sweetly and nods. "Yeah, I guess so." Forget The Flash. Now they have something new to talk about: their shared experiences as boys. Once I give Eli the go-ahead, they start discussing sex, but not in a particularly graphic or horny way. They talk about how it makes them feel in their hearts and in their guts, how they started to get close to the men they love, the sorts of futures they imagine they can have, the impact this deep intimacy has had on them... It's interesting being a bystander to this conversation. Eli manages to articulate his feelings in ways he hasn't previously expressed to me because Vince is providing the language for him to do so. He tells Vince all about how important I am to him and how special and loved he feels because of me like I'm not even there -- and I don't mind that. I don't want to interrupt. I just sip my whiskey, watching a friendship develop on common ground right before my very eyes. Vince ends up hanging out for a while after their talk. They both watch an episode of the original The Flash TV show together while I sit idly, drink, and snack on pistachios. Afterwards, the three of us play several intense, hilarious rounds of UNO, each of which result in playfights and friendly banter. By the time we play our fifth round, though, it's late, and Vince still has to drive home. Upon his announcement that he has to leave, he and my nephew share a polite goodbye -- no handshakes or hugs (probably out of nervousness), but regardless, I can see a bond has already formed. Eli stays in the living room while I walk Vince out to his car. "Thanks for inviting me," he says once we're outside. I smile at him as we step into the driveway. "Glad to have you, buddy." "He's a great kid," Vince says, looking quite happy. "It was... really nice talking to him." I can tell he appreciates it on a deeper level. Bonding with and confiding in *me* is one thing, but to talk to another boy who has the same sorts of feelings... That's something special. It's the same sort of connection I made with Will today, the type that made me truly realize that I'm not alone in all this. We stand in front of Vince's car door, but he pauses for a moment. "Think he likes me?" Vince asks, looking worried. I laugh. "I think you had him at 'The Flash'," I say with a grin. "I didn't know you were into comics." Vince chuckles. "Hey, a guy can be multifaceted," he says. "A little nerdy, a little pervy." I let out a heartier laugh, patting his arm. "Well, seems both things have worked in your favor tonight," I say with a little wink, making Vince grin. "I think he warmed up to you quite a bit. And," I add, putting a hand on his shoulder, "just wanted to say, I appreciate you being respectful." He looks at me curiously. "What do you mean?" "I mean, you didn't... you know... Try anything," I say. I'm sure the temptation was there, considering Eli's experience and Vince's predilection. But not once did he try to come on to the kid. "Oh." He just smiles bashfully at me before looking at his feet and laughing. "Yeah, I wouldn't do something like that," he says. "Not without his permission. And yours, of course." "And that means a lot to me, kid," I tell him, keeping my hand firmly on his shoulder. Paternally, even. He looks up at me. "Well, that means a lot to hear, big guy." I smile at him tenderly before tugging on his shoulder and bringing him into a warm embrace. He hums softly as he wraps his arms around me, burying his face into my neck. It's a long hug with full-body contact, and it feels damn good to hold and be held like this. It's like we're both saying thank you each other: thank you for letting me into your life, thank you for sharing your story, and thank you for allowing me to trust you. When we separate, he's smiling broadly, and I laugh a bit before patting his upper arm. "Drive safe, alright?" "Yes sir," he says, saluting me and grinning playfully before his smile goes back to something more tender. "See you soon, then?" I chuckle softly. "You better." I see Vince off as he hops into his car and heads out towards the street before I go back inside, smiling to myself. What a special kid that young man is. Already anticipating seeing him next, I lock up for the night and find that Eli's still shuffling the UNO cards. He gives me a little smile when I walk into the living room. "Do you wanna play another round?" he asks me. I grin. "Sure," I say, joining him back at the coffee table. I grunt as I kneel down, watching him as he starts to pass out seven cards each. "We should make a bet." I snort. "Oh yeah? You a gamblin' man, now?" I tease, and he giggles slightly before continuing to count out the cards. "What bet?" "Whoever wins gets to do the fucking tonight." God, it still takes everything in my power not to laugh when words like that come out of his mouth. "Who says you're getting sex tonight?" I say with a grin -- though the thought of having Eli fucking me again, something he's been bringing up more and more lately, is enticing. "Me," he says assuredly, finishing distributing the cards. He sets the remainder of the cards aside and flips over the top card. "Fine then," I say, picking up my seven cards and smirking at the sight of them. "Better get that pretty ass ready for me, boy," I say. I start off easy, putting down a blue three. He just smiles, studying his cards intently, weighing his options for a few moments. "So?" I ask. He glances up at me for a second before continuing to look at his cards. "What?" "What'd you think of Vince?" "I like him," Eli says with a little smile before then he switches the color to red. "Yeah?" I have a few more number cards left, so I put one of those down before going hard on him. "Yeah. He's cool," he says simply. I wait for him to say more: maybe something about their mutual interest in comics, or the tapes, or the fact that they bonded so well with their similar sexual histories. But he merely places a red seven on top of my card. Then: "Can he come back soon?" he asks. I laugh and nod. "Of course," I say, biting my lip before placing down a plus-four card and chuckling at his look of surprise. "Now draw four, mister." But he just smirks at me and stacks another plus-four on top of mine. "Now draw eight, mister," he teases before giggling. Now it's my turn to gawp, but I laugh. At this rate, that probably means one thing: I'm getting fucked tonight. I'm happy Vince and Eli hit it off so well. I guess showing Eli those tapes really planted the seed for their friendship, because once Eli found out who the star of those films was, he opened up pretty quickly. I don't know why, but when I had first shown Eli the tapes, I hadn't expected him to be *that* into, for example, watching little eight-year-old Vince get fucked for the first time, so I was surprised to find him stroking off like a maniac with his eyes fully glued to the screen. The sight was so transgressive that my cock was almost hurting -- that's how hard it was. But the tapes opened up shared dialogue between the two of them. Not only did Eli find them particularly sexy, but he just wanted to "know" more about them. So, over the next few weeks, each time the three of us hang out at the lake house together, Vince and Eli always find time to talk, and the comfort between them becomes more and more apparent. Despite the tapes, they seem to just have fun together. Vince acts like the perfect kid for Eli (though part of me is convinced it's not really an act), cracking plenty of boyish jokes, continually geeking out over DC comics, and horsing around like normal eleven-year-olds would do. They've become close enough for Eli to invite his new friend to his twelfth birthday celebration. "Do you wanna come to my birthday party?" he asks. Both of them are seated at my kitchen table, Vince sipping the coffee I made him and Eli keeping him company. "Birthday party, huh?" he asks, glancing at me as I sit down with my own cup of coffee. "Yeah," Eli says. "My birthday's next week." "Well, well! Happy almost birthday," Vince says brightly. Eli smiles. "Thanks!" He bites his lip, bringing his legs up to the chair and hugging them as he looks at Vince. "So, will you come?" Vince hesitates for a moment. "I'd love to, Eli, but..." His eyes flicker towards me again. "I don't think that's a good idea." "Why not?" "Your dad." "Oh yeah," Eli says, looking sullen. He remembers that barbeque well, and he knows how Wes would respond to Vince's presence. Plus, I've made it clear to Eli that it's best if he doesn't mention his new friend to his parents -- which he didn't seem to mind. Secret friendships are apparently fun. I clear my throat a bit. "Well, maybe you can celebrate with Vince sometime after," I suggest. "He has a pretty nice apartment." They both look at me before Eli smiles. "Yeah!" He grins over at Vince. "Do you have a roommate?" Vince blinks in surprise. "Uh. Yeah, I do." "Still plenty of room for you two to hang out, though," I say, and Eli smiles brightly at that prospect. Then, an idea sparks in his head. "We could do a sleepover!" "A sleepover? Really?" Vince looks wide-eyed before he turns to me as if needing confirmation. I think he's hesitating because he understands what I'm implying: them hanging out alone. "I mean, I'd be down for that," he says to Eli before addressing me. "If that's okay with you." "Wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't," I say, sipping my coffee. Vince beams a bit before turning to my nephew, looking more openly enthusiastic. "Well, it's a date then! You wanna sleep over next weekend?" "Yeah!" he says. "I'll bring all my comics." "Maybe I'll pick up some new ones," Vince says, scratching his chin in thought, Eli's excited energy clearly rubbing off on him. "And we gotta think about dessert, too. What kind of cake do you like?" "Strawberry shortcake," Eli says, which makes Vince laugh. "I guess that works. Hey, I actually know a really good recipe," he says. "We could make it together if you want." "I've never made a cake before," Eli says, but it's clear by his tone that he's very eager to bake with his buddy. We sit at the table for a bit and chat, but I leave them be while I take a phone call from my mother. She's been calling me constantly lately, eager to make plans to visit when she and Dad are back in town. I keep telling her that I'm available whenever. All she has to do is show up. For whatever reason, though, she feels the need to call me whenever something comes up. "How's this day instead?" she repeats, and I do my best to be patient and say the same thing: "Fine, Ma. I'll be here." Of course, she ends the call with asking me if I'm seeing anyone, to which I tell her no. How do I tell her I'm not attracted to women anymore? I suppose I still am, deep down, but what I feel for my nephew is so overpowering that I barely even think about pussy. It's all about Eli. When I come back inside, I see that Eli has whipped out the comics that he brought specifically to comb through with Vince. I take that as my cue to make lunch, and when I offer to whip up a few garlic-bread grilled-cheese sandwiches, both boys eagerly reply "Yes!!!" with blissful, boyish smiles. As I'm grabbing the ingredients out of the pantry and the fridge and a pan from the cupboard, I mostly tune them out -- but after a few minutes, just as I finish chopping up the loaf of garlic bread, my ears perk up at a shift in topic. "Be honest," Vince says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. "Do you like porn mags or comics better?" I smirk to myself as Eli hesitates to answer. "I think I like these better," he says. Vince laughs. "Fair enough." As I'm putting cheese on the bread, I hear pages turning before Eli pipes up again. "Do you have any more tapes?" Eli asks. "Uh... No," he says. "Sorry, bud. The police took the rest." "The police?" "Yup." "Why?" "It's, uh... Technically illegal," he says. "That's why it's important we keep all that a secret." I glance back and see that Eli looks surprised before he grins slightly, clearly enjoying the fact that we've been looking at something unlawful. Sometimes it's fun doing things you're not supposed to do. He knows that all too well. "You're good at keeping secrets, I hear," Vince comments. "Yeah, I'm pretty good," Eli says proudly. "Can I tell you one?" "Sure." Vince pauses before murmuring "I think you're cute." Eli laughs. "That doesn't count," he says. "Tell me a real secret." Vince chuckles a bit. "Alright, lemme think," he says. I just smirk to myself as I butter up the pan once it's hot enough. "Oh. Here's a good one: the moon landing was staged." I don't even have to turn around to see the skeptical look on Eli's face. It's all in his tone. "Nuh uh." "Yeah huh," Vince says. "My stepdad told me so." "Well, he's a liar," Eli says, but he's giggling, amused by this conversation. "No he's not. He's a smart man." "Not that smart, I guess," Eli mutters, and both Vince and I laugh. "I'm serious. I don't remember all the details, but he has all this weird info on it. Maybe one day you'll get to meet him, and you can ask him yourself." "Is he at your house?" Eli asks. "Well, no. He's in jail." "Really?" Eli asks, an intrigued lilt in his voice. "Why?" "Because of the tapes we made." "Whoa." Eli pauses. "So how come you're not in jail?" I remember when Vince and I first discuss the issue of the tapes. He was so nervous, shy, and worried about what I may think about him. Now, Vince doesn't seem offended by the conversation. In fact, he's talking to Eli pretty easily about this. "Because I was too young when they found the tapes. Right around your age, really." I can hear the sadness in Eli's voice when he asks if Vince misses his stepdad. I even feel a little pang in my chest. "Every day," Vince says softly. I can hear Eli flipping through pages of his comic -- lazily, though. He seems invested in this conversation. "Uncle Leo went to jail for a while." "Yeah, I heard," Vince says. "I missed him, too." I smile tenderly, glancing back at my nephew, but he's looking right at Vince. "I bet you did, buddy," Vince says. "Your Uncle Leo's pretty fantastic, isn't he?" Eli laughs a little bit. "He's the best." Vince lowers his voice a bit, but even as I turn to press the grilled cheeses into the pan to make them sizzle, I can still hear him clearly enough. "You should go tell him you love him." "He knows," Eli says. "Yeah, but... You never know what could happen, you know? Get it all out whenever you can," Vince says. "That's my advice to you." There's a pause in their conversation, but after a several seconds, I realize it's because Eli has gotten up and joined me at the stove. I feel him hug my side, and I look down in surprise. "Hey, kiddo," I say. "I love you," he says, burying his face into my side. I smile down at him, setting aside the spatula, turning towards him, and hugging him close to me. "Love you too, Eli." I give him a firm squeeze to let him know I appreciate this moment, and I sigh happily as he nuzzles into my torso. Then, he looks up at me and gives me that look of his: the one with the subtle purse of his lips. He's asking for a kiss. For a moment, I hesitate. We've never kissed in front of Vince -- not romantically, at least. But right now, the temptation is incredibly strong. So, I lean down, hold Eli's chin, and press my lips against his smile. He kisses me back with a little hum, clutching onto me harder when he sees I'm not breaking away just yet. I rock my lips against his, adding back-and-forth pressure. He lightly holds my wrist as we sweetly make out, and after a bit of playful tongue action, we both pull away with pleased smiles on our faces. I pat his cheek and laugh when he swats my hand away. "Now stop distracting me," I tell him. He sticks his tongue out at me but giggles when I try to slap his ass, dodging my hand and hurrying back to the table where Vince is staring intently. We make eye contact for a brief second, and when I grin knowingly, he blushes and focuses on his coffee. It's okay, Vince. I know you were watching. That was the point. I finish up with the grilled cheeses before plating them and bringing our lunch over to the table. After stacking all Eli's comics to the side, we eat and chat idly. Midway through the meal, Eli decides to switch spots and comes over to sit on my lap, settling in as he eats his sandwich. I don't mind. I keep one arm around him as I take large bites out of my own grilled cheese with my free hand, enjoying the closeness. I'm a much faster eater than these two, so I'm the first one done. After I finish my sandwich, I just sit back in my seat, one hand lazy drifting up and down Eli's clothed thigh. Vince and I are talking about an upcoming construction project we're particularly excited to start working on when Eli places the last quarter of his sandwich on his plate, leans back against me, and whispers towards my ear "I'm horny." I can't help but laugh a bit. I look down towards his lap and let my hand drift towards his crotch, fully aware that Vince can at least see the general direction of where my hand is going -- and that just makes it a bit more exciting. "Guess you are," I say when I feel the stiffness behind the denim. I don't blame him for being horny. It's been a week since we've seen each other, let alone played together. "I wanna kiss," Eli says. I smile slightly. "We have company," I murmur, glancing at Vince. He's heard the whole thing, though, and he gulps a bit. "I don't mind," he says quickly, making me chuckle slightly. "You hear that?" I say to Eli softly, groping him slightly. "Vince doesn't mind if we kiss in front of him." Eli smiles widely, glancing at Vince before looking at me again. "So... kiss me, then." I feel my heart rate picking up. Is this about to happen? Am I really going to do this in front of Vince? I know if I start making out with my boy, it won't stop there, not when Eli's so horned up and I've been wanting this for a while... I plant my lips on Eli's and he immediately chooses the pace: slow but deep. I feel his little hums vibrating against my lips as I rub my palm into his crotch. He even grinds up against my hand in need. I know I'm getting pretty hard in my own pants right now, but my focus is on Eli -- and our audience. As we kiss back and forth, I use both hands to undo his pants' button and fly before sliding my full hand inside to cup his bulge. He lets out a pleasured sigh right against my lips, and I smile slightly when he grips onto my thighs for support. "Feel good, lil guy?" "Mhm," he says, clearly trying to have me kiss back. I chuckle softly. "You want me to make you cum?" "Yes," he sighs, giving my thighs an extra squeeze before he moves one hand to the back of one of mine. He guides my hand right into his briefs, having me touch him for real this time. I grunt when I feel nothing but smooth flesh and hard boycock. With my other hand, I tug the front of his briefs down, holding the waistband under his balls with my thumb and leaving my groping hand to fully wrap around his member. My fist completely envelopes him, and I smile as he leans his head back against my shoulder. I make brief eye contact with Vince: when he notices me looking, his gaze flickers up from my hand on Eli's crotch to my eyes. His face is a bit flushed, but in a way I've come to recognize as horniness rather than sheer embarrassment. I see his hand doing something similar to what I'm doing to Eli. Is his cock out, or is he just groping himself? I can't really tell, but from the motions, my guess is he's just rubbing his dick through his jeans, watching me kiss and feel up my nephew. I slide my other hand up Eli's shirt, running my palm across his hairless torso all the way up to his chest. Both his nipples are particularly stiff. I give the left one a little tweak, making his breathing hitch. He murmurs my name, and I take that as a sign to quit with the teasing and return my lips to his. We kiss slowly, deeply, gently working our tongues into each other's mouths, tasting and exploring, and I let Eli follow that natural, instinctive rhythm against my palm. When he starts whimpering more, I bring my hand to my mouth just to spit into my palm before stroking him a little faster with a wet fist. He pants slightly as I guide him closer and closer to orgasm, and when it finally hits, he tenses up his whole body, holding back his moans as best he can. The only thing on him that moves is his cock, throbbing insistently until it finally erupts. Once the first shot of boycum escapes his cock, he starts to tremble. I hold onto him tightly so that he doesn't slip out of my lap, grinning at the sight of his small load making a mess of my fingers. "Atta boy," I say, and Eli laughs tiredly amidst his climax. I stroke him slowly before letting go, holding up my sticky hand. Before I can even think of grabbing a napkin, Eli takes my wrist and guides my wet fingers to his mouth. Slowly, he laps up the mess, sucking on each finger before dragging his tongue across my palm. This isn't new for us. Eli is always good about wanting to clean up after himself -- and he absolutely loves the flavors we make. But it's probably a surprising sight to Vince, to see a boy acting this way with his uncle. Sure enough, when I glance at him, I see my friend staring wide-eyed, transfixed, clearly masturbating slowly under the table. "You're giving him quite a show," I tell Eli, and I laugh out loud at how quickly both of them blush. "Don't be embarrassed. We're all friends here, right?" "Yeah," Eli says, holding onto me while looking at Vince. Then, after a moment, he (in a very forward manner) asks Vince if he's hard. Vince blushes even more, glancing down at his groin before looking back up. "Uh... Yeah, I am." "Uncle Leo is too," Eli says. I laugh. "Eli..." "What?" he asks innocently. "I can feel it." He nudges his bottom against my groin for emphasis. I smile, patting his stomach and making him laugh. "You say that like it bothers you." He giggles. "It doesn't," he says, glancing at me as he wiggles his butt into my crotch a little more intently. I grunt slightly, holding onto his hip to steady him. "Easy." "No." I snort. "No?" I grin a bit before glancing at Vince. "We've got a defiant little brat on our hands. Should have warned you earlier." Vince laughs. "He seems alright." Eli seems to like that, grinning at me. "See? I'm alright." "Don't let it get to your head, squirt," I say, tickling his sides, and he squeals a bit, quickly sliding off my lap so that he can escape my fingers. Within a few seconds though, he's between my legs, facing me, hands holding up his pants, looking up at me with those pretty eyes of his. Then he beckons me lower. Amused, I lean in and give him my ear to whisper into. "Can we watch the tapes with Vince?" I chuckle softly, looking at him for a moment before telling him he should ask Vince if that's something he'd want to do. Blushing slightly, he turns, bites his lip, and then poses the question to an equally-blushing Vince. God, they both really are kids. "I'm down," Vince says, the corner of his mouth lifting in a half-smile. Eli looks at me for the go-ahead, and I just laugh. "To the living room, then." The tapes haven't gotten old yet -- mostly because we never sit idly while watching them. If I'm with Vince, we're jerking each other off, talking about the visuals, swapping blowjobs and dirty talk. With Eli, we use the tapes as mere foreplay. Getting horny and excited from the videos always ends up in us kissing, touching, sucking, and (if time allows) fucking. There are still details within the videos that I miss because my focus is never purely on the tapes. I wonder what I'll miss now that I have *both* little pervs in the house. When we move into the living room, I pop in the latest tape Eli and I got halfway through on his last visit before I sit on the couch. Vince sits on my left side, and Eli cozies up to my right. Then, as the screen is filled with preteen Vinny getting eaten out by his stepdad, the three of us spread our legs and watch. We observe for a few minutes, staring intently at the television. I wonder how many times Vince has watched this specific scene. No doubt hundreds. He probably knows every detail, can time every moan of his, can anticipate the especially-loud smacks of his stepdad's tongue against his little pucker. That thought alone makes me realize that Eli and I have some catching up to do in the filming department... Eli's pants are still wide open from my earlier groping, so once he sees that I'm rubbing my palm against my crotch, he does the same. Vince follows suit, his right leg nudging against mine as he gets comfortable enough to touch himself. I glance over at him and give him a reassuring smile, one he returns with a slight laugh. I'm the first one to whip it out. It feels like I'm leading my boys by example or something, because both Eli and Vince do the same a few moments after my hard cock is freed from my pants. I wrap my right fist around it, sighing and closing my eyes for a second. It's been a few days since I've last gotten off, and my dick is craving attention in the worst way. I put my left hand on Vince's thigh, giving it an affectionate squeeze -- but it's also a signal. In response, he switches his stroke hand from his right to his left, granting me access. I slide my hand up and down his thigh before letting it creep towards the middle to cup his balls in my hand. Then, I take over for him, wrapping fingers around his impossibly warm hard-on. Up and down my fist goes, coaxing soft moans out of my buddy. I barely get a minute's-worth of a handjob in before his fingers nudge my thigh. "Can I?" he asks. I smile and nod, knowing exactly what he wants. He licks his lips before he shifts onto his hip, leans over, and takes me into his mouth. I let go of his cock and instead place an affirming hand on his back as his lips wrap around my shaft. His tongue works slowly and meticulously, and his lips provide the perfect seal as he bobs up and down with a happy hum. Vince absolutely loves giving head, I take a moment to just enjoy the sensation of his hungry mouth on me before I open my eyes and glance at Eli. He no longer has his attention on the television. Both of those shiny, attentive eyes of his are focused on the blowjob happening right in front of him. I think Vince senses both of us looking at him, because he glances up, his eyes flickering back and forth between us. Then, he pulls off slowly, licking his lips and gingerly holding my cock in a loose fist. He points it towards Eli. "Did you want a turn?" Eli just grins before shifting onto his stomach and lying perpendicular to my lap. Then, as Vince keeps a hold on my cock, Eli wraps his lips around the head. I moan softly, more so watching the way Vince studies Eli's technique up-close before removing his hand, sitting up, and stroking next to me. Both of us watch little Eli now while he gently strokes me in time with his head's rhythm. He moves up and down, slurping tenderly on my cock, a small stream of drool dripping down the length of me. He takes several inches deeper before I feel the head of my cock slipping into his throat. My hips twitch a bit, and I gently stroke the back of Eli's soft neck as he chooses my cock over air for several seconds. Over and over, he does it, willing himself to take me as far as he can push himself. It makes me proud. Soon, Eli pulls off for a good breather, panting slightly and slurping up spit as he strokes me slowly. I pet his hair in appreciation before deciding to give my buddy a little lovin'. I nudge him with my elbow to make room, and when he gives me ample space, I lean over and take Vince into my mouth. It still amazes me how strange it is to suck Vince's cock. It fills my mouth so completely. I'm so used to the ease of blowing Eli, who still has plenty of growing to do. Vince is all adult now, with a cock to match -- one his stepdad would be proud of, I'm sure. My mouth is on Vince's cock for no more than ten seconds before I hear a giggle. I slide my mouth off the shaft and look down to see my nephew peering up at me with a grin. "What?" I ask. He shrugs. "I just haven't seen you do that before." I look at him skeptically. "I do it to you, don't I?" "Yeah, but his is bigger," he comments, gesturing towards Vince's package. I laugh a little. I suppose he's right. "Do I look silly?" I ask. Eli grins a bit. "A little," he teases before laughing at my pretend-offended expression. "C'mere, you little rat," I say. I sit up and away from Vince, gripping Eli and pulling him into me. He protests, laughing and trying to push away, but I end up wrapping my arms around his little frame and play-biting his neck. I pin him to my side, peppering kisses on his giggling face until our lips lock. Then, we kiss slowly, his laughter reduced to a contended hum against my mouth, one of his fists clinging onto my shirt. Eli and I spend several moments just kissing tenderly, getting lost in each other's lips. That's when I sense Vince shift. He gets onto his knees between my legs and guides my cock right back into his mouth, swallowing it almost entirely. I moan softly against Eli, kissing him tenderly a few times before I'm too distracted to continue. I pull back to watch my friend work his magic. My nephew joins me in observing, settling down against my right side with my arm still around him and watching Vince bob up and down my shaft. I hold the back of Vince's head, moaning softly while Eli strokes himself next to me. What's he thinking, I wonder? Is he taking mental notes? Vince seems pretty skilled, able to take me into his throat in smooth motions, working fast and hungrily, coating my cock in copious amounts of saliva. He needs it -- that's the most obvious point. I wonder what impression that makes on my nephew. Apparently, it's a positive one, because Eli's the first to pop. He looks up at me as he strokes himself and murmurs "I'm gonna cum again." I smile slightly. "Yeah?" I ask before giving his side an encouraging squeeze. Instead of responding, Eli bites his lip, closes his eyes, and jerks out his second load. I watch him intently, his orgasm triggering mine. I feel the cum building at record-speed before, suddenly, I'm right on the edge. "Fuck," I murmur, tightening my grip on Vince's hair. He knows that's the signal, and he hums in response, sucking harder, working desperately for my load. My eyes roll back when I start to cum. My cock throbs, filling my buddy's mouth with a thick load that's been stored for several days -- and he doesn't miss a single drop. No matter. He's earned it. When I finish, Vince swallows thickly but keeps sucking slowly for half a minute, getting every bit of flavor he can. As he does so, I see his arm moving back and forth, stroking himself to the quickest-possible orgasm. Then, once he's brought himself to the edge, he pulls his mouth off my cock and pants as he stands up and bends his knees enough to stroke out a load of his own right onto my dick. I lift up my shirt just as the head of his dick erupts, shooting ropes of pearly cum over my cock, pubes, and lower stomach. Eli watches with fascination, even adjusting his glasses while Vince empties his balls on me. Once he milks out the last drop, Vince falls back to his knees, sighing heavily between my legs. His eyes study the mess he's made of me before he glances up at me. He grins when he sees I'm smiling -- and then, all of a sudden, the three of us fall into a small fit of affectionate laughter. I know the boys enjoyed themselves, as did I of course, but the delight I feel is from anticipating the future. There's a lot of life left to live between the three of us, and we're only just getting started.