Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2018 16:36:36 -0400 From: RJ Subject: Little Me Chapter 2 Little Me by RJ This simple, multi-part fiction involves the developing sexual relationship between an adult and a minor -- specifically an uncle and his young nephew. If you are offended by this type of material, do not read. Please note that the author does not endorse such relations in real life. If you have any comments about my work, or even just want to chat, please don't hesitate to message me. As always, please support Nifty in any way you can. ~ CHAPTER 2 ~ I wake up from a sliver of sunlight beaming right across my eyes. I stir a bit, groaning slightly as I roll over before very slowly opening my eyes. It's a bright, sunny morning. It's quiet too -- all I hear are natural sounds such as birds chirping. I turn my head towards the opposite side of the bed and find it empty. Eli's not here. "Eli?" I call out. "In the kitchen!" I hear him say. I sigh heavily as I force myself to sit up. Should I confront him about last night? Honestly, if anyone needs to be confronted, it's probably me. But I figure something has to be said. I'd be treading dangerous territory if I allow this to continue. I slide out of my bed in my boxers and t-shirt and shuffle towards the kitchen, rubbing my face as my body wakes up a little more. He's at the island, up high on the bar stool and eating cereal while reading a magazine. "G'morning, Uncle Leo," he says mid-chew. "Chew and swallow," I say with a slight smile, running my fingers through my hair. "Lucky Charms, huh?" "Mhm. The milk is still cold so I made some breakfast." I had forgotten about the power. When I open the fridge, the little light doesn't turn on. It's still cool on the inside, but it won't stay that way for long unless we get the power running soon. I decide to pour myself a bowl, grabbing (what Eli had chosen out for me) the Lucky Charms and adding a little milk before standing on the opposite side of the island. "Listen, Eli," I say, setting my bowl down. He looks up at me. "We need to talk about last night." At least, I want to. But now, I feel like I'm seeing him in a new light. I've always known he was cute, but I don't think I've noticed how cute he really is. He's really fucking cute. A perfect hybrid between pretty and handsome. Still untouched by the awkwardness of his coming teenage years, though I'm willing to bed he'd coast through those without a hitch, just like his father. I find myself staring at his features -- his full head of slightly-golden hair, his adorable little nose, rosy lips, his eyes with a tinge of blue, even his slight freckles on his upper cheeks. And as my eyes trail down, I realize he's wearing one of my t-shirts that hangs largely on his frame. It only makes him look even cuter. But then my eyes notice what he has in his hand. "What's that?" I ask, squinting. "A magazine," he says simply. It's just what I suspected. I snatch the magazine out of his hand, groaning slightly. "Eli, I told you you're not supposed to look at this stuff." Leave it to Wesley to leave me porn mags Eli could so easily find. "You said that about the tapes," he says, shoveling a little bit of cereal into his mouth. What a smartass. "You knew exactly what I meant," I say, but I can't even resist a smile. He smiles back at me a bit. "Sorry," he says, blushing just slightly as he chews and then swallows. "I've already looked at that one before anyway so don't feel bad." "How many of these things have you looked at?" "I think nine." I roll my eyes slightly. "Does your dad really leave this shit out all the time?" Eli giggles. "No. I found it by accident." Snooping, probably. "And he's never caught you?" "Nope!" he says with a strangely innocent smile. "Well, Mom did once, though." I wonder how she had reacted. Was she angry? Is that the proper way to handle this situation? Then again, I don't think I've ever seen Tanya mad. "Did she yell at you?" I ask. "No. Mom never yells at me. Only Dad does," he says, playing with his cereal. "Maybe I should yell at you then," I tease. "You won't," he says simply, which catches me by surprise. Guess he knows me a little too well. I look down at my own bowl of cereal and scoop up some with the spoon. "Have you ever talked to your mom about... I don't know. Anything like this?" I ask as I start eating. He just shakes his head. "Why not? Not like she'd be mad." "I know," he says. "Mom's nice. But she's a girl." I smile slightly. "And I'm a boy." "Yeah. Plus, you're my friend." I feel a weird little warmth in my body when he says that. "What about Jimmy?" I ask. "Or that brother you mentioned?" "Jimmy's dumb," Eli says, and I almost burst out laughing at his blunt seriousness. "And his brother is kinda creepy. He smokes all the time and listens to scream-y music." I chuckle, shaking my head. Guess it's just me then. Plus, I opened the door for him. I can't very well just shut it now. I'll just have to resist temptation. Be the adult. Then, Eli speaks up again. "I have a question," he says as I take another spoonful of cereal. He reaches across the island to grab the magazine, too quickly for me to stop him. He flips to a particular page and then sets it on the island, showing me the photo of a busty woman kneeling in front of a man and receiving a facial. "What's that stuff?" he asks, pointing to the cum spurting from the cock in the picture. "I thought you were an expert when it comes to these magazines," I tease. He laughs slightly. "It doesn't say what it is, though. Trust me, I looked." I clear my throat. "That's, uh..." Should I just be direct about it? "That's cum." "Cum?" "Well, `cum' is slang for it. Sperm." He wrinkles his nose in thought, pushing his glasses up a bit. "Like the stuff to make babies?" "Yeah, exactly," I say, happy he knows something. "Why's it on her face though?" I laugh slightly. "Some people like that." "Huh." He looks at it as if studying it, and I let him as I finish up my cereal. "Have you ever done it?" "Done what?" I ask, glancing at the picture. "That?" When he nods, I just say "Yeah," laughing a little. "Cool," he says, nodding to himself as if just taking stock. He plays with his bowl a bit before asking another question. "When I'm done with puberty, will I be able to make cum?" The word "cum" sounds cuter when he says it. "You don't yet?" "I don't know. I don't think so." "Well what happens when you masturbate?" He looks confused by the word, so I say "Touch yourself" as the definition. But he still looks confused. "Is something supposed to happen?" "Yeah. I mean..." I stand up straighter, thinking as I scratch my chest lightly. "You get this, I don't know, intense, tingly feeling all over. That's when the cum... you know, comes..." I stop, sighing, finding that I'm terrible at describing an orgasm. "It just feels really good, and then you're done." "That's weird," he says, laughing at me. "What's weird is that you haven't felt it yet, considering how often your hand is in your pants," I tease, sticking my tongue out at him. He sticks his tongue out right back at me, laughing again. "I wanna feel that tingly thing." "It's called an orgasm." "I wanna feel an orgasm," he says, correcting himself. "Can you show me?" I almost flat-out say yes. It's on the tip of my fucking tongue. "Go do it yourself." "But what if I'm not doing it right?" he asks. "Eli--" "Okay, okay." He gets the hint and doesn't ask further. I let him finish up breakfast, taking a moment to give my parents a call like Wesley suggested. They're always up early, so I have no doubt they'll pick up the phone. I go outside to get some fresh air and take in the view of the lake as I put the phone up to my ear and wait for my mom to pick up. "Who's this?" she says immediately, and I laugh. "It's me, Ma." "Leo?" She gasps slightly. "Oh my goodness! Charlie! CHARLIE! Leo's on the phone!" In the distance, I hear his grumpy voice yelling "Who?" and I resist bursting into laughter. "Your son, you ass!" Then she focuses back on me. "Leo, honey, how are you? It's so good to hear from you! Are you at the lake house? Do you like it?" She doesn't give me any time to answer most of those questions, so I just focus on the last one, smirking. "Yeah, Ma, it's beautiful out here. The lake house is great." "It really is lovely," she says proudly. "Especially this time of year. All times of the year, really." "How are you and Dad?" "Busy," she says with an exasperated sigh, but it's for dramatic effect. My parents are not ones to be idle, ever. They love busy. "Your father's trying his best to strike up a good deal, but you know how it is. No one is as smart as him," she says in a sarcastic tone, and I laugh. "Don't let him hear you say that." "He can handle it. He's a big boy," she says. I chuckle. "When are you guys coming back?" "Our flight is sometime Saturday morning, I think? I'm not sure. I can check." "No, don't bother," I say, knowing she'd spend five minutes on this minute detail. "I'm just excited to see you guys." "Oh, me too!" she says cheerily. "We'll have to have a little family reunion. Maybe a dinner?" I hear the landline inside ringing and I turn my head, peering in through the window. I watch Eli answer it, which gives me an idea. "You all could come to the lake house or something. Make a day out of it." "Oh, that's a fabulous idea!" she says. "Oh, I love it! I'll tell Charlie when he gets off the phone." We make minor conversation for a bit but her and Dad are in the middle of something "big," so I let her go after a while, and tell her to say hi to Dad for me. I smile, excited for the future as I step back inside. Eli's at the sink, washing his breakfast bowl. I'm surprised at his initiative. Impressed, really. "Who called?" I ask as I shut the door. "Dad," he says. "Him and Mom are gonna come soon with the generator." "Cool." I look at him, biting my lip slightly. The shirt (one of my old college tees) hangs on him like a short dress. I'm sure he's just wearing his briefs still. "Why are you wearing my shirt, Eli?" I ask with an amused grin. He looks at me and giggles. "It's comfy," he says as I come over and help dry the bowl he just washed while he washes mine. "I guess you can keep it," I say, shrugging. "Really?" he says, looking up at me happily. I smile down at him. "Yeah." I lean down and kiss the top of his head. "If you give me one of your shirts," I add with a chuckle before bumping him playfully with my hip. He laughs as we finish up with our dishes. He wants to play cards before his Dad arrives, so we retire to the living room area and play a few rounds of Go Fish before I have him get dressed (he doesn't want to change out of the shirt but I manage to convince him to at least put pants on for his father). I also throw on some pants myself before Eli and I walk around the property until Wesley arrives. When he gets here, there are two cars -- his car, as well as a truck that has the generator in the back of it. "Since when do you drive a truck?" I ask as Wesley pulls in, grinning at me. "You don't think it works for my image?" Wesley asks, flexing a bit. I just roll my eyes and he laughs before hopping out. The person driving Wesley's car is Tanya, and she parks nearby before stepping out slowly, holding her stomach a bit. Eli runs over to his mom and gives her a hug, and she's careful to make sure he doesn't run into her stomach too hard. "You both came?" I ask Wesley. "Yeah. Didn't make sense to have you drive me back home just to come back." "What do you mean?" Wesley holds up the keys to the truck with a smile before tossing them to me. I catch them, surprised. "I'm confused." "It's yours!" I blink, looking at the truck. "Mine?" "Yeah," he says, smiling proudly. "You need a car, so we figured we'd just give you the truck." "I..." I laugh slightly. "Wow. You didn't have to do this," I say. "Yeah, but I did, didn't I?" he says cheekily before patting my arm. "It looks expensive," I say, eyeing the truck. Sure, it's clearly been used, but it's not exactly an old model, and has even retained some of its sheen. "Don't think about it too much," Wesley says. "I have plenty of money. Plus, I want you around more often." "I don't know what to say," I admit, scratching my head and laughing a bit. "How about, `Thank you, Wesley, for being the bestest big brother ever, I'll be sure to visit multiple times a week'," he says in a high voice. I punch him playfully, and he retaliates. It turns into a minor three-second scuffle before Tanya says "Break it up, boys." We laugh and split apart, and she just sighs. "Try and set a better example for your son," Tanya says threatening to Wesley, who just shrugs and looks at Eli. "Where'd you get that shirt?" he asks, noticing that Eli's wearing my college tee. "I stole it from Uncle Leo," he says proudly, and we all laugh. While Eli and Tanya head inside, Wesley and I carry the generator towards the back shed, setting it down. It's heavy, so we work up a little sweat bringing it in. It takes us a few minutes to hook it up properly and get it running, but when we do, I can see the lights in the house flickering on. With that taken care of, we head inside. "Ready to go?" Tanya asks Wesley. "Yep." He turns to Eli. "C'mon, buddy, get your stuff." He looks at me and then gives his father a sad face. "We have to go already? You just got here." "Sorry, bud. Mommy and Daddy have lots to take care of today, and you promised you'd clean your room. And, yet again, you didn't." "Can't Uncle Leo just take me home later?" he asks. "Don't be rude, honey," Tanya says, stroking his hair. "What?" he asks, looking confused at the three of us. I can understand what Tanya meant about it being a little rude of him to assume, but I didn't see it that way. I squat down in front of him, nudging him with my fist playfully. "Hey. I'll see you soon." "When, though?" "I don't know. Aren't you done with school soon?" "Yeah! Only three more days," he says, smiling. Then, I can almost see the light bulb go off in his eyes. "Can you pick me up from school tomorrow?" Wesley groans slightly. "Eli, what did your mom just say--?" "It's fine," I say, cutting him off. "I don't mind. Not like I have plans or anything." I turn back towards Eli, smiling at him. "Tomorrow it is, little man." We do our little handshake before he hugs me and then runs to gather his things. I say goodbye to everyone, and I thank Wesley again for both the generator and the truck. So, I spend the rest of day in solitary. I consider taking out the truck for a spin but most of me just wants to relax. Since it's a beautiful day, I spend most of my afternoon outside either exploring the ten acres of property or taking the kayak out on the lake to read. At some point, while I'm outside, the electricity is back up and running, so when I get back inside (after taking an extended nap), I take advantage of the influx of energy: I take a long, hot, unnecessary shower; I look through some of the porn tapes Wes gave me, but get bored of them quickly; and I browse the Internet for a decent amount of time, even perusing a few AOL chat rooms while I eat dinner. I can't think of a terribly inspiring screenname, but the first song that comes to mind is Another One Bites the Dust, so I choose Dustbiter. I try out a few categories (sports, but I'm not exactly a fan; alternative music, but the room was just spammed with people arguing in multicolored fanaticism; even a gardening one, since I've been thinking about starting something up at the lake house to pass time). But I stay on an "ex-con" chatroom for a decent amount of time. It's mostly made up of guys, I notice, who have spent time in prison for all sorts of things, including drugs, sex crimes, theft, and murder. The only person I chat one-on-one with, though, is a guy who was released two years ago after it was proven he didn't commit a murder. He says his name is Dean. He's 34-year-old from Texas who happens to be a father (judging by his screenname being CountryDad667). We chat for maybe an hour about what we both charged with, how much time we spent in jail (he spent five years), how receiving the blame has affected us, what our experiences were like... It's nice to chat with someone about this subject. I could talk to Wesley about my feelings man-to-man any day of the week, sure -- but he wouldn't understand as well as someone who's been in my shoes would. CountryDad667: howd your family take it CountryDad667: your arrest i mean Dustbiter: I didn't see too much of them honestly Dustbiter: But I think they believed me because I don't feel like they're holding it against me CountryDad667: that's good... it's hard to gain back trust sometimes Dustbiter: Has it been hard for you CountryDad667: yeah CountryDad667: lately at least CountryDad667: my wife and i are separated at the moment Dustbiter: Damn I'm sorry Dean CountryDad667: it's ok CountryDad667: just got to work through it Dustbiter: You have a son? CountryDad667: yep... he just turned 10 Dustbiter: How's he handling it? CountryDad667: he's a trooper CountryDad667: wanna see a pic of him? I pause. I only asked about his son to try and relate the situation to Eli, so I'm surprised he's offering to send a picture basically out of nowhere. What's the purpose of that anyway? I just shrug slightly to myself and type back "Sure" and let him send it through email. Once the email loads up the photo, I give it a look. It's just an adorable boy, brown haired, big brown eyes, a little tan, smiling happily at the camera. It looks like he's at a birthday party or something. I look back at the chatroom, unsure how to respond appropriately. Dustbiter: He's cute CountryDad667: i know right CountryDad667: do yu have kids Dustbiter: No. I have a nephew though CountryDad667: how old?? Dustbiter: 11 CountryDad667: nice CountryDad667: you two close?? Dustbiter: Yeah we're pretty close CountryDad667: i'm close with my son too CountryDad667: do u have a pic of him I can't shake off the feeling that there's another motive with this guy. And yet, instead of being put-off by it, I'm vaguely intrigued -- though of course I'm not going to go around sharing pictures of Eli. Even if I had a picture of Eli on this computer, I wouldn't send it to him, so I just simply say "No, sorry". CountryDad667: shame... i bet he's cute Dustbiter: Very CountryDad667: it's a tough age for boys... puberty n all... and they get curious Dustbiter: Yeah? CountryDad667: my boy has always been the curious type Dustbiter: What's he curious about CountryDad667: oh you know I start to get hard, reading in between the lines. I don't really know why. All of a sudden my cock is growing at a rapid-pace, and I reach between my legs to give myself a squeeze. Is this guy saying what I think he's saying? I don't respond for a while, unsure what I want to ask, or if I want to continue. But then, he messages me again. CountryDad667: sex Now my dick is rock hard. I wonder what he really means by his boy having "always been the curious type." And if my inferences are correct, how long has this been going on? Half of me wants to take advice from him, because there's that side of me that wants to explore with Eli. Even though I shouldn't. Dustbiter: My nephew is pretty curious too CountryDad667: i bet CountryDad667: it's natural CountryDad667: woke up one morning to my boy feeling me up CountryDad667: just wanted to know what daddy's thingy is like Dustbiter: What'd you do? CountryDad667: i let him Dustbiter: My nephew did the same thing once Dustbiter: It was quick CountryDad667: he'll do it again Dustbiter: You think so? CountryDad667: yeah... boys love to know things CountryDad667: would you let him do it again The question of the century. I bite my lip, thinking about it, when another message pops up. CountryDad667: you should let him CountryDad667: it would make him happy CountryDad667: trust me After that, I log off of the computer altogether. I'm feeling a lot of things (including a mixture between skeevy and aroused), and I make a mental note to not go on those chatrooms again. At least for a while. When I think back on the conversation, I suppose, all in all, it wasn't obvious whether or not he's fucking his kid. He could have simply meant that he allowed his son to explore his curiosities with him a bit. Maybe I just read into it because that's what I'm picturing concerning Eli: a lot of exploration and satisfied curiosities. I guess I won't know for sure what Dean meant unless I hunt him down again, but I leave it be, which is probably for the better. When I check the time, I see that it's getting late. I'm a bit wired from the last topic of that conversation, so, to distract myself, I pop a movie into the television and lie down on the couch to watch it. Towards the end, I start to drift off, my mind unfocused, and I fall asleep. I wake up feeling pretty groggy early in the morning, but I can't fall back asleep, so I busy myself by cleaning, reading, or walking until it's afternoon. I take the truck into town, driving around aimlessly for a while to get a handle on the layout of the area and its landmarks before it comes time to pick Eli up from school. As directed by Tanya, I wait in the line of cars outside the front entrance to the middle school, stepping outside and leaning against the truck as I wait for the bell to ring. I check my watch. Only a few more minutes. A woman in the car adjacent to me speaks up. "I don't recognize you." I look over, confused. "Huh?" She laughs. "Sorry. That probably came off a little abrasive. I just haven't seen you before." "I'm... new here," I say, smiling. "Picking up my nephew." "Oh, really?" She smiles. "Who's your nephew?" Even though she seems pretty fucking nosy, she's seems sweet. "Eli? Eli DiNicola?" "Ohhh Eli?" she says excitedly, clearly recognizing the name. "He's such a sweetheart. Always so polite when he comes around." "He's always been like that," I say with a smile. "He a friend of your...?" "Son's?" she says, nodding. "Yeah, they've been buddies since we moved here. I'm Ruth, by the way," she says, coming over to shake my hand. I'm surprised by the strength of her grip but otherwise don't show it. "Leo. Lovely to meet you." "You too," she says before looking at me weirdly. "I didn't know Tanya had a brother, though," she says curiously, tilting her head. I don't know why she'd assume I'm Tanya's brother, but I just shrug. "In-law. I'm her husband's brother." "Oh!" It seems to dawn on her. "Ohhh! You're Wesley's brother! The guy from California!" "That's me," I say nervously. How much else does she know? She laughs and does that classic arm-touch move, just above my elbow, giving it a light squeeze before letting go. Subtle flirtation? "Well, welcome to New England, Leo," she says. "Happy to be here, honestly," I say, running my fingers through my hair. "More opportunity to see the little guy." Just then, the bell rings in the building, and an older woman pokes her head out of Ruth's car. "Ruth! Hurry up!" "Coming, Mom," she says before rolling her eyes and smiling at me. "Mothers," she says in an exasperated voice. I laugh. "Trust me, I know." She giggles slightly. "So are you here long?" "For the foreseeable future, yeah," I say, putting my hands in my pockets. "Basically just moved in." "Oh, really?" She looks surprised, but pleased at that information. "Well, good for you then. Maybe I'll see you around more often," she says, giving me a sultry sort of look. Definitely flirting. I smile slightly. "Yeah, maybe." The kids start pouring out of the building, some going towards the buses, and others rushing towards the cars. I see Eli coming over with an even smaller boy by his side. He has short, dark hair and big green eyes I can see even from here. "Well, if you ever need anything," Ruth says, "or if you and Eli want to come over for dinner some time, we'd love to have you. You'll have to suffer my mother though." "I'm sure she's not that bad," I say with a smirk. "Just wait," she says, laughing. Eli and his friend get up to us. Coincidentally, the friend is Ruth's son, and the boy hops into the back of her car as Eli comes over and hugs me. I laugh, messing with his hair. "Ready to go, kiddo?" "One sec," he says, remembering something as he slides his backpack off. "I gotta give Jimmy his cards back." He pulls out a weird deck of cards and rushes over to Ruth's car before the door closes. So that's Jimmy, huh? What are the odds? I pick up Eli's backpack and watch them chat for maybe a minute or so before Eli comes back, smiling and ready to leave. I help him up into the front seat of the truck before hopping into the driver's seat and driving off. "So? How was school?" I ask, pulling off of school property. "It was fine. I got an A+ on my art project." "Atta boy," I say, nudging him playfully, and he giggles. "You're going the wrong way," he says, noticing I went right instead of left. "The house is back there." "I figured we'd make a little detour," I say mysteriously. "I wanted to check out Sally's. Ever heard of it?" His eyes get big and I laugh. "It's my favorite ice cream place." Of course I knew that already, but it's nice to pretend I didn't. "What a coincidence." Eli has a happy smile on his face as we drive over to the ice cream shop. I let him order one of the big fudge sundaes, while I get a cookies-n-cream milkshake for myself. We take a seat by the window and I laugh at the sight of him in front of such a large dessert. "You're never gonna finish that." "I bet you ten dollars." "Ten dollars?" I grin, pulling out my wallet and slapping down a ten dollar bill. "You're on, pretty boy." He grins and then starts to dig in, licking chocolate off his lips. I slide napkins over to him, which he'll inevitably need, before I start sipping on my milkshake, feeling good. I can't remember the last time I had a real milkshake. There are a lot of things that I miss that I'll have to revisit. Eli mutters something with his mouth full, and I tell him yet again to chew and swallow first. "Jimmy's mom thinks you're handsome." I'm surprised, and I laugh. "Who told you that?" "I heard her and Jimmy's grandma talking about you." "Ah," I say, nodding a bit as he takes a bite. "Do you think she's pretty?" he asks, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. I shrug. In all honestly, she's quite alluring. She has long, radiantly dark hair and sweet eyes, and brow bone tilted in a way that makes it easy for her to look like both a sweetheart and a bad bitch. Not to mention her body. Small, but fit. "I don't know," I say, being vague. "Do you think she's pretty?" "Yeah," Eli says, nodding. "You're dumb if you don't think she's pretty." I burst out laughing, clearing my throat of the milkshake. "Is that so?" "Yep." He licks chocolate off his spoon before scooping up another big bite. "Are you gonna ask her out?" I smirk as I watch him eat. I wouldn't be opposed, necessarily, to dating. But not right now. I only just moved here, and need to find my own rhythm before I even start to think about branching out romantically. "We'll see." Eli somehow ends up finishing the ice cream (and without looking like he's going to vomit), so he wins the bet, taking the ten bucks from me with a proud grin. We head back to the truck and drive to his house. Tanya's home, resting upstairs, so we keep quiet and stay downstairs. A film buff in the making, he suggests we watch a movie, so I agree, plopping my ass on the couch and yawning a bit. I'm seriously exhausted. I think my body just hasn't adjusted to normal sleep patterns yet, so when I sit down, I already feel sleepy. Eli pops in a random film and attempts to engage me in conversation, but I think he notices I'm barely attentive because eventually he asks if I'm okay. "Yeah," I say. "Just tired." I look at him. "Move over, will ya? I wanna lie down." There's not really enough room for me to lie down and still have him sit, so I offer to cuddle him. He smiles and then stands up as I spread out on the couch, resting on my side with a sigh. I pat the space in front of me and he lies down as well, becoming the little spoon. I put my arm loosely around him as he snuggles up to me, his head to my chest. I'm faintly aware of how his hair smells. It's sweet, almost -- maybe a particular shampoo he uses. It's a relaxing scent, and I soon find myself drifting off. After a while, when I think I've fallen asleep, I feel Eli take my hand. He plays with my fingers lightly for a minute before he takes a hold of it and slides it down. Right on top of his crotch. My heart rate fires up again, but he doesn't do anything further. Just keeps my hand between his legs. I can feel the warmth through his shorts, as well as the stiffness underneath. He's definitely hard. I swallow thickly, not daring to move. I wonder if he thinks I'm asleep? He hasn't said anything yet. And then, maybe a few minutes later, he presses down on the back of my hand so my palm is firmly against his groin. He moves slightly, gently rutting his hips so that he's grinding against my hand. My fucking heart. I should stop, shouldn't I? But I don't. I let him take my hand and use it to masturbate with. He keeps it slow and quiet as if careful not to brush too much against me. Then, my fingers seem to move by themselves. They grope his crotch, squeezing his boy cock lightly. And he lets out the cutest little moan. I have to inhale slowly to steady myself as he whimpers in attempt to keep quiet. I slowly open and close my fingers around his crotch as he grinds. He must know I'm awake by now. He's not stupid. But I've taken the next step. There's no stopping it now. Except, of course, Tanya coming down the stairs. She says "Eli? You home?" at the top and then immediately throws my hand off of his body. I stay limp, swallowing, letting my hand rest on my hip, pretending I'm asleep. Eli says "Shhh!" as Tanya comes down the stairs and sees us snuggling on the couch. She laughs slightly, talking quietly. "Is he asleep?" "Yeah," Eli says. "Well, c'mon, baby," I hear her say. "Let him rest. Did you do your homework?" "I only have a little," he says, slipping off the couch. "Wanna help me with dinner then?" "Okay," I hear him say. I sigh. I already miss his body heat. Eventually, though, I fall asleep to the sound of the television, their chatter, and the light banging of pots and pans. I wake up because of the smells coming from the kitchen. I lick my lips absentmindedly before I open my eyes and stretch a bit. I'm a little sore so I stretch out a few of my muscles before standing up and heading to the kitchen, smiling at the sight of Eli stirring a large pot of pasta and Tanya giving him direction. Tanya smiles back at me and says hello, coming over to kiss my cheek. Eli smiles back at me as well, but I find it hard to look at him without thinking of him grinding against my palm and me groping him in response. Wesley's working late, so it's just me, Tanya, and Eli eating together. It's interesting to eat a meal with just the three of us considering how much more spirited Eli is when his father isn't around. He's more animated, smiley, and talks more -- most likely because he's knows he won't receive any sort of backlash from me or his mother. So dinner goes by without a hitch. Afterwards, I again offer to handle the dishes for Tanya and employ Eli for a bit while Tanya stays at the table, working on her blog. I also help her around the house with some miscellaneous tasks: rearranging heavy furniture, fixing the bathroom door, and taking out the trash for the night. She thanks me repeatedly before kissing my cheek and heading upstairs to bathe and then get ready for bed. When she starts to head upstairs, Eli looks up at me. "Do you know anything about the Greek gods?" he asks me. I think. "A little," I say. "Why?" "We're doing a group project on mythology," he says, "and my group got Greece. I wanted Egypt though." I chuckle a bit. "Egypt is pretty cool." "I know!" He sighs a little before glancing at me. "Can you help me?" "Sure." I let him lead the way as we head upstairs to his bedroom. I take a seat at his desk (he offered) as he stands by me, opening up his textbook and a notepad. The purpose of the project is to focus on a few gods and goddesses, so I run through some of the major gods that I know off the top of my head, as well as the mythology behind them. I surprise myself by how much I remember, and Eli seems entranced by the strange stories. I even let him sit on my lap as we talk and he writes things down in bullet-points. We sort through a few that he could talk about the most, or that he at least finds the most interesting, and then consult the book for further information before he has a rough idea of what he wants to present. Eli sets his pen down and sighs. "That should be good." "You're done?" "For now," he says, shrugging. "It's not due `til Wednesday." "Well, we got a good chunk of it done," I say, scratching his back lightly through his shirt. "Yeah. Thanks again," he says, tilting his head to smile at me. "Are you sleeping over?" he asks. "Nah. I should probably head back to the lake house." "Aw," he says, looking disappointed. I chuckle. "I know." Then I sigh, feeling a little heavy. I'd been contemplating on whether or not to bring it up, and I realize it's probably necessary. "Listen, buddy... I should have said something earlier, but..." I clear my throat. "You can't touch people without their permission, okay? Or make them touch you." He blushes heavily almost immediately. He knows exactly what I'm referring to. "I know. I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd wake up." Now it's my turn to blush. "Wha--? You knew I was awake?" "Yeah. Because you didn't move or say anything at first, but then you started moving your hand," he says, and I freeze a bit. "I guessed you woke up, but you didn't say anything, so I didn't stop." I don't know how to respond. There's no defending myself here. There's an awkward pause, and thankfully, he says something to break it. "Are you mad at me?" "No, Eli. I'm not mad." I can't be mad. He's still blushing, though, looking fearful. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it." Maybe "I couldn't resist" is a more accurate phrase. One that I understand too well. "It's okay. It's my fault too," I explain. "I should have stopped you. And... I shouldn't have touched you back." "I guess." He looks a little down on himself, but whether it's because he knows it was wrong or because he was caught, I'm not sure. Maybe it's because I'm confronting him, period. "It felt good though," he says after a moment, looking up at me. We find ourselves staring at each other for a while in silence. I can't help but get the feeling that he knows what I'm thinking. "Uncle Leo?" "Yeah?" "Can you do it again?" I sigh heavily through my nose. "Eli--" "Please? I'm asking permission." I almost laugh, but hold back. "And it feels better when you do it." I try not to smile, but I do. "I know it does." "Yeah?" "It's like scratching your back," I tell him, recalling how someone had explained handjobs to me. "Always feels better when someone else does it." I give his back a little scratch to emphasize my point, and he giggles slightly. "That makes sense." He bites his lip. "I just wanna feel that orgasm thing you told me about." "Did you try to yet?" He nods. "I played with it this morning. And last night." He sighs a little. He's thinking hard about something -- I can tell by the way he wrinkles his nose. "Am I too young or something?" Honestly, I didn't think so. Everyone is different, sure, but I had orgasms when I was younger than him. They were dry, of course, but I still had the sensation. "I don't think so," I say. "Maybe I'm not doing it right." "You just gotta keep at it." "Can you show me?" he asks with that pleading look in his eye. At the same time, I notice his hand is picking at his crotch. "Eli--" "Please?" he whines. "I can't just whip my dick out, it'd be--" I start to say, but he cuts me off. "Just tell me if I'm doing it right." I sigh heavily. "If it feels good, then you're doing it right." "But--" "Enough, Eli," I say, getting a little frustrated. He's not making this easy for me. "It probably seems innocent to you, but we really can't be doing... any of that," I explain, rubbing my forehead. "Why not? Because it's wrong? Because you're a kid and I'm an adult? "Because I could get in big trouble," I end up saying. "Jail trouble." I know he knows that he could get into trouble. The way he threw my hand off of him when his mom almost caught us makes that point obvious. But does he understand the trouble I could get in? I admit, the reasons I threatened jail are dual: on one hand, it's a way to deter him, since he doesn't want me to go to prison; on the other hand, it's the truth. I could get in huge trouble if someone found out about us, even if it was something as simple as him jerking off in front of me. I don't know the exact punishments, but I'd rather not risk it. He looks at me with a slightly afraid expression. "I don't want you to get in trouble," he says softly. "Okay then," I say, nodding, thinking the matter is settled. But then he says "I won't tell." Those magic words. Those magic fucking words. He bites his lip as he looks up at me in earnest, still holding onto my wrist. "I promise. Pinky promise." With his free hand, he holds up his pinky. I hesitate, my heart racing. Oddly enough, I do trust him not to tell anyone. Maybe this is the green light that I've been waiting for: the assurance that what happens between us stays between us. There's still always a risk, of course, considering he's just a kid, and what I'd be allowing is pretty reckless. I really shouldn't... but... "Okay," I say, lifting my pinky up and curling it with his. His mouth splits into a wide grin. "Shut the door," I say, pushing him gently towards the door. He eagerly shuts it before rushing over to his bed. I exhale deeply. What am I getting myself into? I wait a moment before coming over to him, sitting on the side of his bed as he lies back a bit. He's already rubbing himself. "Are you hard already?" I ask with a slight laugh. He nods a few times. "Yeah." "Horny bastard," I say, shaking my head. He looks at me curiously. "Horny?" "Yeah, like..." I bite my lip. "When you're hard and feeling like you want to touch yourself. That's feeling horny." "Oh. Then yeah, I'm horny," he says, and I laugh. "What if it's hard but you don't really wanna touch it?" "Does that happen a lot?" "Yeah. At school. It's annoying," he says, still rubbing gently. I chuckle. "Yeah, it can be annoying sometimes." "Do yours get hard a lot too?" he asks. I smile. "Lately? Yeah." I inhale before glancing at his groin. "So, you gonna show me or not? Let's get this over with." He smiles before undoing the button and then unzipping his shorts. I find this terribly exciting, but I make sure that I look calm and collected on the outside. Once his shorts are undone, I get a glimpse of the briefs underneath. Classic tighty whiteys. He slides his shorts down to his knees, followed by his briefs, before his hard cock is exposed. I get a good look at his beautifully smooth shaft. It's small, as expected, but he does look big for his height and body type. Maybe it's the thickness of it? I'm not sure. Length-wise, he looks to be around four inches, but I can't really tell because his hand is already stroking it at a rapid pace. "Does that hurt?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. "Huh?" "You're going too fast. Slow down," I say, putting my hand on his wrist to steady him. I watch him as he slows his pace a bit, and nod. "Better. How's your grip?" He shrugs. "I don't know. Good?" "Try switching it up a bit as you jerk off." I don't know if he knows the terminology, but he clearly understands because I see his fingers shifting as he strokes himself slowly. "Atta boy," I say, watching him. He lets out a soft, very breathy moan, closing his eyes as he does it. I feel myself getting hard watching him. It's a sight to behold, watching someone pleasure themselves. Especially someone you love so much. And it feels like I'm mentoring him, guiding him in the right direction towards proper self-exploration. I give him pointers as he strokes, telling him to vary speed and grip and whatnot to heighten the experience, rather than just beating the life out of it. He catches on quick, this boy. After a few minutes I just stop to watch him, my hand resting on his leg. "Keep it up, kiddo," I say when he lets out a little moan, his hips thrusting up slightly as he strokes. I want him so desperately to have his first orgasm, to feel how good it really is. And for me to be right there with him would be icing on the cake. I find myself, however, rubbing his leg. I only really notice I'm doing it when I start touching his bare thigh. I feel his warm, smooth skin, and look down at my hand. Fuck, he feels nice. I stroke his skin lightly, licking my lips. His eyes are closed, so he doesn't see me reach between my own legs and grope myself. I resist a moan. I am so hard. I have to adjust myself slightly to feel more comfortable. "How's it feel, Eli?" I ask, sliding my hand up further, my heart racing. "G-good," he moans out, biting his lip. "Feeling close?" "Close?" he asks, opening his eyes and looking at me. "Like you're gonna cum." "I don't know." "Never mind," I say, squeezing his thigh. "You'll know when you feel it." "Okay." He looks down at his cock as he pleasures himself, biting on his tongue lightly in concentration. I'm so tempted, and so surprised by my temptation. I've never had an urge to do something sexually with a guy. At least, not as intensely as this. Now, looking at Eli stroking himself, my fingers are itching to touch him. Stroke him. Make him cum. Suddenly I want to be the one to give Eli that wondrous gift of an orgasm. Hesitantly, I slide my hand up and down, getting higher and higher with each stroke, until his fist bumps against my fingers. He looks up at me, and we lock eyes for just a moment before I glance down at his cock. My head (and my hard-on) is telling me one thing: "Do it." I take over for him. I move his hand aside before leaning in a bit and gripping him tightly. He moans out a little louder (an adorably boyish moan), pushing his hips up to meet my hand. I give him a good grip and, as I stroke him, I spit down on his cock to lube it up a bit. He responds incredibly well to this, his breathing getting heavier and his little moans becoming more frequent. He feels amazing in my hand. I can feel his cock pulsing, and I can feel his energy through it. He wants this so badly. "Uncle Leo..." he starts to say. "You okay?" I ask. "I think... something..." He stops, biting his lip and whimpering. I feel his body tensing more. I look down and even see his toes are curling. This is it. He's close. "Just let it happen, Eli," I say, stroking him a little faster. Then, I see lights from outside the window. Headlights. Followed by that unmistakable sound of tires on gravel. Wesley's finally home. My heart drops, thudding wildly, and I swear under my breath, starting to let go of Eli. But he stops me. He grabs my wrist so quickly that it almost hurts. "No, don't stop," he says quickly, thrusting up even more into my loose grip. It'd be cruel of me to stop now. He's so close. Maybe if he's quick, Wesley won't know. I have to choose fast, and so I choose Eli. "C'mon, Eli," I say, stroking him even faster, the wet noises becoming significantly louder. As the lights outside shut off and we hear the thud of a car door shutting, I swear under my breath again. I hear Wes whistling, his tune coming through the open window. In my head, I'm cursing Eli out for not hurrying up, but finally, finally, he cums. He starts to moan loudly and I quickly cover his mouth with my free hand, muffling him as he has his first orgasm, his body writhing and his cock pulsing intensely in my hand. Nothing comes out, but at least he got the feeling. I let go of his mouth and his cock, and he pants heavily, looking dazed. I'd love for him to relish in the moment, but I hear the door open downstairs, so I help Eli pull up his shorts again to look presentable (aside from the flush in his cheeks). "You okay?" I ask tentatively. That was it. That was the line we had crossed. My heart is still racing and my face is warm as hell. "Yeah," he says, a smile coming across his face. Slowly, he recovers from his orgasm, regaining some of his normal energy. "That was intense." "I know," I say, patting his leg and smiling slightly. "I can do that on my own?" he asks, sitting up now. "Yeah. Just keep at it like I showed you." "Cool." He beams, as if he just discovered buried treasure. "I gotta tell Jimmy tomorrow." "Just don't mention me, okay?" "I know, I know," he says. "I won't." "Good." I nod slightly, looking around aimlessly before I sigh. I hear Wesley moving around downstairs. I should probably get out now. Don't need any suspicions. Not like there are any possibilities for suspicions, really. Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but I feel like I should leave. "Alright. Why don't you go get ready for bed?" I suggest. "It's getting late." "Can I give you one?" I pause. "What?" I'm surprised. Well, maybe not surprised. Caught off-guard, maybe. But the thought of his hands bringing me to orgasm is almost too inviting. "I wanna try," he says. We shouldn't. I want to, but we shouldn't. I need to really think things over, so I settle for some middle-ground. "Not right now, okay?" "Okay," he says, satisfied with my response. Then, before I can stop him, he leans up and kisses me on the lips. It's a quick but firm peck, and it's over before I have time to react. "Good night!" he says cheerfully, hopping off of the bed and then running to the bathroom. I sit on his bed stunned, still feeling his soft, damp lips on mine. Fuck, this kid is killing me. I shake it off, fanning myself off with my shirt before standing up and adjusting my persistent erection. I head downstairs, treading lightly. I find Wesley in the kitchen, sipping on a beer and shuffling through the mail before he looks up at me and smiles. "Hey, man." "Hey." I come over and stand near him. "How was work?" "Let's not talk about it," he says with a slight laugh. "It was hectic. We'll leave it at that." He taps me on the shoulder with his beer bottle. "You should have told me you were staying all night, I would have come home." "It's okay. Next time," I say with a nervous smile. I'm afraid that he'll sense what just happened between me and his son. That he'll look into my eyes and see my hand molesting his little boy. Paranoia again. "Next time, then," he says, taking a swig. "I'm gonna head out, I think," I say. "Sleepy." "Yeah?" He looks disappointed. "You could just crash here if you want." "Nah, it's okay. I'm just gonna go." I clear my throat. "Tanya's asleep, I think, and I had Eli start getting ready for bed." "He give you any trouble?" "Never," I say with a smile. I hug Wesley (making sure to keep my hips at a distance so he doesn't feel my hard-on), and then head out to the truck, driving back towards the lake house with the windows down in order to cool off. I still can't believe I just jerked off a little boy. I lick my lips slightly, my dick not even slightly going down. I'll most certainly have to jerk off once I get back to the lake house. I'll probably end up picturing what else Eli and I could get up to in the future... And that kiss. Seems to me to be the ultimate green light, him saying "I want this" without words. It's clear to me that things are different now. We've overstepped some boundaries, and, if my chatroom pal Dean is correct, those boundaries will continue to be crossed. On the way home, I end up deciding one thing: I'll go along with what he wants to do. I'm still hesitant of course, but I have to stop pretending like I don't want this to continue. And I figure that if we go at Eli's pace, and follow his agenda, it'll work nicely for the both of us.