Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2018 16:36:30 -0400 From: RJ Subject: Little Me Chapter 3 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 3 ~ I wake up with a jolt, my heart thudding so intently against my chest that it aches a bit. It's that ache you get when something scares you. I roll off my stomach and onto my back, incredibly disoriented until I realize what woke me up: the cell phone. It has this intolerably shrill ringtone, and I make a mental note to put that shit on vibrate as I feel around the bed for it. I find it in a fold of the blanket and then flip it open, seeing Wesley's name pop up. I answer the call and bring the phone to my ear. "Hey," I say groggily. I hear a giggle. "You sound sleepy." I blink a bit. That's not Wesley's voice. "Eli?" "Were you sleeping or something?" "Uh... Yeah," I say, yawning a bit, my eyes becoming less and less cloudy. "I needed a nap." "You're always tired," Eli says. "I don't know what to tell you, kid," I say with a small laugh. "What's up?" "Dad said I could stay with you 'til Grandma and Grandpa get back if I asked." "Yeah?" I scratch my head, catching my bearings. It's Wednesday. Which means today was his last day of school. He's officially on vacation. "He said it's okay?" "Yeah." "Is he there?" "Yeah! Hold on." I hear muffled movement on the other line before Wesley's voice fills my ear. "Leo!" he says cheerfully. I'm still half-asleep, so I find his tone mildly nauseating. "Eli mentioned something about staying over?" "Yeah. Is that okay with you? Don't know what you're up to over there. Didn't want to assume." He sounds like he's doing something as he talks. Maybe moving things around. "I'm not really up to anything," I say, scratching my chest. "Was this your idea or Eli's?" "Eli's, actually," he says with a grunt before he sighs as if setting something heavy down. "He's been adamant about seeing you again so I gave in and told him to call you." Oh, Eli. I smile slightly before rubbing my eyes. "You can say no, you know." "No, no, it's fine," I say. "Uh... Put him back on the phone, will ya?" Three seconds later, Eli's little voice comes through. "Do you not want me to come over?" Hearing the disappointment in his voice makes any reluctance I have melt away. "I just wanna know if you want me to pick you up," I say, smiling. "Yeah!" he says, instantly cheering up. "I'll pack. When are you coming?" "Just let me put some clothes on and I'll start heading over." Eli giggles. "Are you naked or something?" I blush. Isn't Wesley right there? "Eli--" "See you soon!" he says, and then hangs up. I just sigh, tossing the phone back on the bed. I take a few minutes to shower, cleaning myself up (along with the cum off my body from my pre-nap jerk off session) before getting dressed. I just put on some jeans and a t-shirt and then grab myself an apple to eat on the drive over before hopping in the truck. It's a pretty ride through mainly woodsy areas all the way to Wesley's house, so I don't mind the forty or so minutes at all. When I pull in, Eli's already waiting outside on the porch with a couple of bags. He comes over, carrying everything as best as he can. "What's the rush?" I say with a laugh, cutting the engine and hopping out of the car. "I'm just excited," he says, letting me take his bags for him. I toss them into the back of the truck. When I turn around, Eli's already climbing into the truck, and I roll my eyes. "Did you even say bye to your parents?" "Yes," he says simply, buckling himself in. I almost laugh. "Well, I should at least say hi." "Okay, but hurry up," he says, urging me on. I just roll my eyes and head up to the house. "Hello?" I call out, poking my head in before stepping inside. Wes and Tanya are in the kitchen talking, and they smile when they see me. "Hey guys." "Eli's been waiting eagerly for your arrival," Wes says with a laugh. "I think he's a little obsessed with you." "He's alright," I say, trying not to blush. "I just wanted to say something before I, you know, stole him away." "You can keep him," Wes says, and Tanya slaps his chest. "Don't say that," she says before turning to me. "You sure you're fine with him staying for a few days?" she asks nicely. "Totally. It'll be nice to have some decent company." I smile a bit. "Feel free to visit before Saturday if you want." "Speaking of which," Wes says, putting up a finger, "Ma called. Said they should land early Saturday or something, so I'm thinking I'll pick them up and bring them home to get settled before we come over?" "Maybe bring the grill too, honey," Tanya suggests to Wesley. "Yeah, that sounds perfect," I say, smiling. "Awesome." Wes grins at me before patting my arm. "Well, have fun with the little guy. He's been a handful lately." Tanya rolls her eyes. "I think he's just excited about summer." She comes over and hugs me. "Call us if you need anything." "Will do. Love you guys," I say, heading out and going back to the truck. Eli smiles at me as I hop in, buckle up, and then turn on the engine. Right when I'm about to shift in reverse, Eli stops me. "Can I try?" I glance at him before nodding. "Sure. C'mere." He unbuckles his seatbelt to slide closer to me. He puts his hand on the shift and I press down on the clutch. "Shift it all the way to the right, then down. See where it says 'R'?" "Yeah," he says, using his left hand to try and get it into position. It's not his dominant hand, so he struggles a bit but eventually manages to get into reverse. "There ya go," I say, smiling, starting to back out of the driveway. "It's hard with my left hand." As I get to the end of the driveway, I suggest something. "Here. Hop on," I say, patting my leg. He glances down and then smiles up at me before sliding over and sitting on my leg. "I'll handle the pedals. You're in charge of the shifting." "I don't know what to do," he says. "I'll show you." I back out into the road before helping him shift into first gear. Off we go. As I speed up, I tell him when to shift for me, and he gets the hang of it quickly. I even let him steer (at a low speed) when we're on an easy road. He's quite good at it, and stays well within our lane. As he steers, I play some music on the radio and we chat for a bit. When we get to a 45 mph road, I take over, and he hops off my leg but stays seated right next to me. There's a lull in the conversation, and I suppose he takes advantage of it and switches the topic. To something that completely (although it shouldn't by now) catches me off-guard. "Have you ever gotten a blowjob before?" "I... uh, yes," I say, clutching the steering wheel. "Why do you ask?" Out of the corner of my eye, I just see him shrug. "Just curious," he says. Then: "I've been practicing," he says. I glance down at him. "Practicing?" Practicing getting blowjobs? "Jerking off." I laugh. What a weird way to describe it, but I guess he has a point. "Are you getting good at it?" I tease. He doesn't catch the joke though. "Kinda," he says seriously. "I can do the orgasm thing sometimes, but it was way easier when you did it for me." I blush slightly, but since we're alone together, I suppose we can talk about it out loud. "Or when Jimmy does it." So they play together, huh? "You saw Jimmy?" "Yeah, we hung out yesterday," he says. "And you showed him what I showed you?" "Yeah! We had a competition to see who could do it the most. I won." I chuckle slightly. "Congrats," I say, shaking my head. "Thanks," he says proudly, and I just laugh. When we get back to the lake house, and even though it's getting close to evening, it's still quite hot out. I grab Eli's bags and we head inside, setting his stuff down and kicking off our shoes. He gets himself some water as I stretch a bit. I have three nights with this kid. Three nights, just the two of us. Considering what happened the last time I saw him, Lord knows what could happen over the next few days. "You should open the windows," Eli says, fanning himself off. "It's hot in here." "Sorry," I say, taking his suggestion and opening a few of the windows. I open the sliding door to the back and glance out at the lake. "Up for a swim?" "Yeah!" Eli sets down his water and starts rummaging through his bags, looking around for a minute before he says "Shit." "Don't swear, Eli," I say, trying not to laugh. "I forgot my trunks," he says, fixing his glasses. I bite my lip a bit, thinking. "Just swim in your underwear. Or without, if you want." "Really?" he says, blinking up at me. "Yeah. Your dad and I used to skinny dip all the time when we were kids." He laughs. "Dad swims naked a lot." "Yeah, I know," I say, laughing too. "He still thinks he's a kid." Eli thinks about it for a moment before asking "Are you gonna swim naked too?" "Does that mean you're gonna swim naked?" "I wanna try it." I chuckle. "Well, I will too, if you want me to." "Yeah." He smiles a bit. "Let's go then." He's the first one to rush out. I laugh and grab towels before heading out as well. He waits for me at the beach, rocking slightly on his heels. I set down the towels and then take off my shirt, tossing it to the ground. I look at him, and then he follows my lead, taking off his glasses before removing his shirt. My plan was to wait for him to take the first step, just figuring I'd step out of my jeans and see what he does, but he goes all the way, removing both his shorts and underwear before running towards the water, laughing and jumping in. I chuckle slightly, watching him dive under for a moment before his head breaks the surface. "C'mon, Uncle Leo!" he calls out. I strip out of my jeans and then my underwear, feeling strangely free. Thank God this lake is private. I run towards the water and dive in but make an effort to splash him on my way under. When I break the surface, he's swimming towards me. We play a minor game of tag in the water, not so much horsing around as we are just getting a really good workout in. I'm actually pretty fucking tired after a while, and I swim to shallower water, kneeling and resting so I can catch my breath. "I need a break," I say. "Aw. Fine," he says, swimming closer to me and then standing in front of me. "How do you have so much energy?" I say, still trying to steady my breathing. He shrugs. "You're old." I push him, laughing. "I'm not that old." "Then you shouldn't be tired," he says, giggling. "Whatever, chump." He just keeps laughing before swimming lightly around, probably lifting his legs and just keeping himself up with his hands. "I've never swam naked before." "Never?" "Nope. It feels weird." "Weird good or weird bad?" "Weird good," he says, smiling and coming closer to me. "It's just like a bath." Eli shrugs. "I guess." He smiles at me. "Why did you and Dad do it so much?" I shrug. "I think it's the thrill of doing something you're not supposed to be doing." He thinks about it for a moment before nodding slightly to himself. "I guess so." "You've never felt like that?" "Not really," he says. Then he laughs. "Well, I guess now." I laugh. "It's kind of exciting thinking someone might catch us, huh?" He giggles a little more, hiding more of himself under the water. "A little." I smile a bit, stretching my arms. "Well, this lake is private. I don't think anyone's gonna see us." "So we could be naked all the time," he says. Not as a question, but a statement. I shrug playfully. "We could." We swim around for a little more. I even let him "teach" me some basic swimming techniques, and maybe a half an hour is spent on these lessons. At one point though, when we're out on the dock, he suggests we race to the beach and then head back inside. "A race, huh?" I grin slightly. "What do I get when I win?" "If," he corrects me, laughing. He thinks for a moment, scratching his head. "Hmm. You get to pick the movie we watch if you win." "Fair," I say. Simple enough. "But if I win," he says, looking up at me, "you have to kiss me." I blink. There's the kissing thing again, though this is the only time he's brought it up out loud. He's just smiling sweetly up at me, and I can't help but smile back. "Fine," I end up saying. "But you'll end up kissing my ass," I tease, getting ready to race. Of course, I'm lying. After he said he wanted to kiss me, I already decided that I have no intention of winning. I'll put up a good fight, but I'll most certainly let him win. Interesting thing is, he's fast. As we race, I find the competitive side of me coming out and I have to give it my all just to keep up with him. I do, however, hold back slightly towards the end to ensure he gets the win, and he cheers for himself as he reaches the beach, laughing at me, water dripping all over his smooth, nude form. I pant heavily, truthfully winded as I clamber out of the water. "Fucking Christ, Eli," I say, laughing. "You're fast." "I know," he says, seemingly barely having lost an ounce of energy. He just grins at me as I stand up and come over to where our towels are. I pick one up and start drying my face and hair a bit before working on my torso. When I look at Eli, I see his eyes are glued to my cock. I let him look. It's kind of hot letting him see me like this, and when I dry myself off, I try not to obscure his view that much. "You gonna dry off, or...?" I ask. He looks up and then blushes before grabbing the towel and starting to dry off too. I just laugh softly. We head inside with our clothes in our arms and towels slung over our shoulders, having not bothered getting dressed yet. As soon as we step inside and I close the door, Eli speaks up. "So..." he says, looking up at me. "I won." I look down at him, grinning. "That you did." "What about my prize?" I roll my eyes fondly before squatting down a bit so that I'm eye level with him. I glance at his lips. "Congrats," I say, leaning in and just kissing his cheek. He blushes but looks disappointed. "That's not what I meant." "What? You asked for a kiss." "Yeah, but not on my cheek." "To be fair, you didn't specify." He looks frustrated, and I resist laughing. Since he doesn't seem to want to say it out loud, I enjoy teasing him a bit but end up relenting. My heartbeat increases tenfold as I lean in again, but this time, I go for his lips. I press mine to his and hold it for a little longer -- much longer than his previous pecks against my lips. They're so soft, and I find myself instinctually wanting to switch to more sensual kissing, but I stop myself. Though at the same time, I doubt he'd be opposed. I pull back, smiling slightly. "Happy now?" I ask. His face is red, but he's smiling. He nods. "Yep." "Good." I pat his cheek before standing up. "I'm gonna shower. Why don't you pick out a movie for us?" "I wanna shower too," he says. I bite my lip. "Well, you could shower after me." "Why can't I just shower with you?" he asks. "It'll save water. And time." I can't deny that he has a point, as sweetly devious as he sounds. I just laugh slightly, shaking my head. "Fine. C'mon." He leads the way to the bathroom and steps into the shower. "You might wanna wait," I say, putting my hand on the faucet. "It takes a sec to get warm." He steps out and I start the water, holding my hand under the shower head until I notice it getting hot. "There we go." I step in first, and he follows in after me, standing behind me. I rinse off first, getting the water all over my face, hair, and torso before I step aside and give him a turn. He does the same, practically mimicking the way I do it. I grab the shampoo and squirt some into my hands, working it into his hair for him. He responds well, closing his eyes as I massage my fingers into his scalp. I help him rinse out the product before I do myself, humming a slight tune. We help each other in the shower by washing each other's backs. I particularly enjoy washing his back, feeling how smooth this guy is. I resist every temptation to reach down and grab his little bubble butt and focus on where he can't reach. I do, however, give his ass a smack when I'm done, and he laughs before working on my back for me. I like the way his small hands feel on me, and I have to do everything in my power to not get hard. I start to get exhausted from fighting everything. He also watches me wash myself, and hits all the spots that I do: armpits, chest, stomach, groin, legs, feet, and ass. If anything, it's good for him to know how to properly shower -- I'm sure plenty of boys his age don't even think about washing their asses. It's a sight to see his fingers rubbing between his cheeks. I try and push those thoughts out, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I'm definitely chubbing up by now, and I'm sure Eli notices because he keeps glancing at my cock. When I look down, I notice that he's hard too. So that, at the very least, is comforting. We step out of the shower and I dry him off first, working the towel all over him, even his groin. I let him to the same to me. He hesitates to rub the towel over my crotch at first, but quickly gets into it, drying me just like I did him. He takes another look at my cock before continuing down my legs and drying those. We get minimally dressed (even though he was opposed), just putting at least underwear on per my request. I let Eli sift through some of the movies as I whip us up some sandwiches for dinner. "Can we watch one of these?" Eli asks, and when I turn my head and see those special unlabeled tapes, I shake my head. "No, Eli," I say. "Pick a normal movie." Not porn. "You're boring," he says, but he giggles slightly, putting it back and looking through the rest. He ends up choosing one of the Home Alone movies (maybe Wes mixed up some of Eli's movies with the ones he wanted to give me), and so we sit on the couch side by side and eat our sandwiches while we watch. Maybe halfway through the movie, when we're long since finished with our food, he turns to me and asks "Can we cuddle again?" I get a flashback to the last time we cuddled. When he thought I was asleep and used my hand. When I molested him. When I heard that little moan for the first time. I gulp a bit. If he wants to cuddle, then sure. "Of course," I say. I lie down on the couch and he gets in front of me again. Just like last time, I'm spooning him with my arm around him. I rub his torso lightly, and I can even feel goosebumps on his skin as I touch him. I smile slightly, leaning down and kissing the top of his head as we watch the movie. I'm impressed with myself -- even though his ass is pressed right against my crotch, my dick remains calm. We're just innocently watching one of Eli's favorite movies, cuddling nicely. I even feel myself relax and drift off, exceedingly tired lately. I close my eyes for only a few minutes, though, because eventually, Eli turns around. He nudges one of his legs between mine to get cozier, and I keep my arm draped around him. I open my eyes, looking down slightly, but only seeing his hair. Why isn't he watching the movie? I get my answer quickly. I feel his hand just above my crotch. His fingers tease the hair on my happy trail, playing with it lightly. He either twists it with his finger or runs his fingers through it. Then, he gets a little more audacious and hooks a finger into the waistband of my boxers, tugging on it. I don't say anything, and I don't stop him. Does he think I'm asleep again? Who knows. He holds up the top of my boxers, maybe to peer inside. Then I notice his other hand slipping in to feel my pubes, just lightly playing with them. "Is it itchy?" he asks. So he doesn't think I'm asleep. Otherwise he wouldn't be asking questions. "No," I say. I have to clear my throat for it to come out. "It looks itchy." "I promise it's not," I say with a slight chuckle. "Huh." He feels out the texture of it before letting go of my boxers. They snap back in place, and I let out a breath, thinking his little exploration is done for now. But of course, I'm wrong. I feel his palm nudge against my crotch. It's a quick nudge, and could have easily been perceived as an accident. But then he does it again ten seconds later. And again. It's as if he's testing me, to see if I'll tell him to stop. He dares to keep his hand on my crotch a little longer every time he touches me, and eventually, I feel his palm press firmly against my crotch, right on my cock. I let out a deep breath again, letting him feel around slightly. I wonder how often he thinks about my cock. He must have been dying to see it hard up close ever since he saw me jerking off in the dark. Or touch it ever since he felt it for that brief moment the first time he stayed over. My heart is pounding so hard I'm sure he can hear it. But I don't move or say anything. I let him touch and squeeze and rub me through my boxers. "Yours is getting hard," he says after a bit. And he's right. "'Cause you're touching it," I tell him. "Sorry," he says, but he can't be that sorry -- he doesn't stop. I bite my lip a bit before shifting slightly. He lets go of my crotch, thinking I'm pulling away, but I merely press my back more against the couch so that I can at least look down and see what's going on. I notice his briefs are bulging out a bit more than usual. He must be hard. I lightly rub his back with my knuckles since he's resting on top of that arm. With my free hand, I rub his forearm gently, sliding down to his side. I hesitate for a moment before going lower and then nudging his boner with a few fingers. "You're pretty hard too," I say. He giggles very lightly. "Yeah." He takes that as a sign to continue, and then puts his hand back on my crotch. He feels it up as it continues to grow, and soon, I'm tenting my boxers. Right in front of Eli. He laughs a little bit, poking it a few times before he tries to grip it through the fabric. I moan slightly, and he pulls away. "Sorry. Did that hurt?" "No," I say with a little smile. "Oh." He hesitates before going back to it, grabbing the top half of my cock through the tent in my boxers. He plays with it enough for the slit in the front of the boxers to shift and expose a little skin. Upon seeing a hint of my cock, he slips his hand in right through the slit and his fingers find their way around my manhood. I tense up immediately, but mostly because I'm trying so fucking hard not to moan out loud. Eli's grabbing my cock. Like, really grabbing my cock. His little fingers are wrapped around my adult member and he's holding it tightly, feeling its weight and its warmth. "Whoa," he says softly. I just let him. He feels me up for a bit before he decides he wants to finally see it. He tugs my cock through the slit and brings it out into the open air. He shakes it in his hand, studying it, maybe even admiring it, but I'm not sure. I just like feeling his hand on me. I'm throbbing like hell, and I'm sure he can feel it. He holds the top of my cock, his thumb and fingers caressing the head of my dick, repeatedly sliding over the tip. I inhale and exhale deeply repeatedly, finding it so difficult to hold in my moans. I can't believe this is happening. "Ew," Eli says, and I look down. He giggles slightly as he lets go of my cock, putting his thumb and index finger together and gently spreading them apart. A string of sticky liquid connects the two. My precum. "What is this?" "It's natural," I just say, not wanting to explain anything right now. I watch as he goes back to the tip of my cock to collect more on his finger, playing with it. "Cool," he says, wiping his fingers on my stomach before going back to touch my cock again. He does it gently, teasingly. Not on purpose, of course. I'm not sure if he really understands what good, sexual teasing is. He's just exploring his curiosities. But the light strokes of his fingers against my shaft are killing me. I think he just likes seeing my cock throb and twitch at his light touches. "You wanna finish the movie?" I ask him after a while. "Okay." He puts my cock back into my boxers for me and then turns around to our original position, my hard-on pressed against his ass. I put my arm around him again, rubbing his stomach in slow circles. His hand lightly touches the back of mine as he watches the television. I subtly inch my hand lower, closer to his groin. I wonder if he's still hard. Probably. I get closer, my fingers touching the waistband of his briefs, but I stop there. That is, until Eli nudges my hand to go lower. I slide in between his legs and rub his bulge. He makes a little noise as I touch him, and I work my palm nicely against his sensitive cock. He's insanely hard. I can feel it. I slide my hand back up and then dip into his underwear, my fingers finding their way around his shaft. He moans out, and my cock throbs at the sound. He sounds so damn cute. I hold onto him as I stroke him, resisting grinding into him even though his mewls are turning me on so much. I want to focus on him. I stroke his chest with my other hand, brushing against his hard little nipples, working his cock a little faster. All he does is moan and mutter my name over and over: "Uncle Leo... Uncle Leo..." It only takes a few minutes of stroking him for him to cum. His little body trembles in my arms as I feel his cock throb through his dry orgasm. He twitches a little before relaxing, panting, his skin flushed red and his body warm. I slip my hand out of his underwear, kissing his head again and wrapping my arms around him. "You okay?" "Yeah," he says with a little giggle. "I feel nice. Sleepy though." I laugh. "That happens sometimes." "Can we take a nap?" he asks. "It's closer to bed time than nap time," I say with a laugh. "So?" I smile. "Alright, kiddo." I pat his hip and he stands up, indeed looking a little sleepy, but thankfully pleased. I usher him to the bedroom and watch him climb onto the bed. "I wanna sleep naked," he says. "Go for it." He smiles and then slips out of his briefs, tossing them to the floor before getting under the covers and looking at me. "Are you gonna sleep naked too?" "I'm not gonna sleep just yet, buddy." "Oh." He bites his lip. "I'll be right outside if you need me, okay?" "Okay," he says, eyeing me a bit before sets his glasses on the nightstand and then rests on his side. I watch him for a minute before stepping out of the bedroom. I need a breather. My cock, even though it has gone down to a semi, is still tingling like crazy. I can still feel Eli's touch, a mix of hesitant and sure. I run my fingers through my hair, adjusting myself with my free hand as I head out to the back porch. The air is still warm, but it feels nice on my skin. I close my eyes, taking a few centering breaths, listening to the emerging nightlife of crickets and frogs and the occasional owl as I think about sweet Eli, who's probably still awake and waiting for me to come to bed. It amazes me how this happened. Less than a week ago, the thought of something like this happening hasn't ever really crossed my mind. Now, Eli is all I can think about. If I find my mind drifting, somehow it always lands on some aspect of Eli's personality, or some memory with him, or, if I'm feeling horny, a part of his body. And I always smile to myself. I'm smiling now. I probably look like a fucking idiot, but thank God no one is around to see me perving on my nephew. I head back inside after a while and busy myself. I clean up (even though there's really not much to do besides straighten-up the living room), brush my teeth, and then head back to the bedroom. I get in on the opposite side of the bed, half-expecting Eli to be asleep after leaving him alone for practically a half an hour. I should have known better. As soon as I climb in, he slides over closer to me. I roll onto my side, facing him, and he snuggles up to me instantaneously, taking advantage of my position. I feel his hand rest on my side and then slide to my hip after a moment. He feels the fabric of my boxers and then looks up at me. "You still have your boxers on," he says. "Yeah." There's a pause before I speak up again. "Am I supposed to be naked too?" "Yep," he says, and I feel him nod against me. "Okay," I say, laughing a little. I bite my lip as I reach down and slip my boxers down to my ankles and kick them off. "There." He cuddles back up to me, getting close. Very close. My cock makes contact with his skin, and unsurprisingly, I start to get hard. If it bothers him, though, he doesn't show it, because he doesn't move away. He just lets my cock get stiff and press against him. I can feel his own hard-on against my thigh as well, and that certainly doesn't help my horniness. I should have jacked off in the bathroom before I came to bed. That would have been the smart thing to do. "It feels like you have a heartbeat down there," Eli says after a while. "Is it bothering you?" "No," he says. He leaves it at that, resting with me. Part of me is begging him to initiate something, and I get exactly what I wish for. He reaches down and grips me. He jerks me off a bit this time, rather than just touching and feeling, and my eyes almost roll back. I feel his hand gripping me and sliding up and down my shaft, stroking me slowly, just like I taught him. He's a quick learner, though I expect it's weird stroking a fully grown cock rather than his own. He lets go after a minute or so and then slides down to touch my balls. He holds them in his palm, feeling them out. "They're so big." "Y-yeah," is all I can say. It feels so good having him touch me. Figures that after spending years in prison, the first bit of real sexual contact is with an eleven year old. But I'm enjoying it. That much is undeniable. I run my fingers through his hair a few times as he feels me up before I myself get audacious. I tilt his face up towards my own and then lean down to press my lips against his. He kisses me back with just his lips. I hold onto him gently, guiding him through an elongated kiss, moving my lips and tilting my head. After a second, he seems to catch on, following my lead. Soon, we're kissing a little more sensually. And as we do, I feel him grinding against my thigh in that needy way boys do when they're hard and horny. I pull away from the kiss and then lay him on his back. "I'm gonna try something, okay?" I say, rubbing his torso gently. He just nods at me before I kiss his chest and slowly work my way down. This, I can't believe I'm doing. For one, I'm already breaking my one real rule: I didn't want to be the initiator, but right now, I don't give a fuck. And, as I hold onto Eli's cock, I realize, this is the first time I've had the urge to put someone's cock in my mouth. I don't really know where this newfound desire is coming from. It's probably just because of and for Eli. Maybe it's because I want to make Eli feel good. Maybe because I want him to do it to me after. Maybe both. But regardless, I'm in this. I lean down and lap at the head of his cock, and Eli responds just as I expect him to do: with pleased little moans. "Fuck!" he groans, and I laugh. "Don't swear, Eli." Don't swear? I'm about to suck his dick and I'm telling him not to swear? "Sorry," he says, biting his lip. I hold his hips lightly as I wrap my lips around his cock and suck him slowly. It's pretty easy, given his size, and what I've come to expect from receiving a blowjob. He fits nicely in my mouth, and I bob up and down gently along his shaft. His fingers find their way to my hair and he tugs a bit, moaning little high-pitched moans as I take him all the way over and over. My tongue soaks his cock in spit as I suck him, and I feel his little pecker twitching in my mouth. Listening to him is heavenly. Knowing I'm making him feel this good is making my dick throb, and I reach down and grip myself while I bring him to his second orgasm. He cries out slightly, whimpering and whining as I lap at his sensitive member before pulling away gently, not wanting to overdo it. I look up at him and then sit up on my knees between his legs, rubbing his thighs. "That was awesome," he says with a bright smile. I laugh. "Yeah? I've never done that before, so I'm glad you liked it," I admit to him. "Really?" "Really really," I say, laughing. "Wow." I chuckle. "Why are you so surprised?" "I don't know," he says, shrugging. "Jimmy and I tried yesterday." I blink. "Seriously?" "Yeah. But you're better at it," he says, and I laugh. "Thanks, I guess," I say, coming back down to lie next to him. I rest on my back and pull the sheets up, closing my eyes. I picture him and his little friend playing around, experimenting. I realize I can still taste Eli in my mouth. "Are you sleeping?" he asks. I open my eyes and look over at him. He must have been watching me. "We should," I say, putting my arm around him. He snuggles up, resting his head against my chest. I rub his arm and his back for a long time, painfully aware that I'm still hard under the blanket. I close my eyes and try to sleep, but I can't stop rewinding today's events in my head. It just keeps the blood flowing to my cock. I think about jacking off, and honestly, I should, but I spend so much time debating that fact that I eventually (and miraculously) fall asleep from pure exhaustion. When I wake up, it's early in the morning, and the first thing I notice is not the sun, nor even Eli (who's still resting against my chest). It's my morning wood. I wonder if it even went soft in the night. Did I have some sort of alluring dream? Usually that's what happens when I wake up this hard. But I can't remember. I sigh heavily, reaching under the blankets to grab myself. I let out a soft moan. Fuck, that feels nice. I give it a few strokes. I should stop myself. I don't want to wake Eli (or maybe I do), but I find myself unable to stop. After all that play yesterday, and having not gotten off even once, I'm unbelievably horny. I need to cum. A few minutes in, Eli stirs awake. I don't notice, though, until he speaks up. "Uncle Leo?" I swear under my breath, stopping. I give him a light squeeze. "Did I wake you?" I ask. I think I was going a little faster than I had planned towards the end. I was definitely shaking a tad. "No," he says, reaching up to rub his eyes a bit. Then he asks me if I was jacking off. "Yeah," I admit. No use lying to him now. He probably saw my hand moving under the sheets and the tent I was pitching before he said my name. "Can I see?" he asks me, and my cock twitches again. I don't respond with words but merely pull the sheets off of my lap. My cock gets caught in them a little so when I finally slide them off, my dick slaps back against my skin and he giggles slightly, which just makes me laugh too. I reach down and pick it back up, holding it up and letting him take a nice long look at it before I start stroking. Masturbating feels way better with him watching. I let out a happy hum, licking my lips slightly as I get into it a little more, gently working my hips as my hand works my shaft up and down. I close my eyes and show off a little bit -- I normally wouldn't be so animated, or rub my balls as much, or add all these flourishes I'm adding, but I do it for Eli's entertainment. And it feels fucking good doing it. I can even feel his hard-on poking my hip, which only eggs me on. But then, Eli moves. When I open my eyes and look down, Eli's head is level with my crotch, and I swallow thickly. Oh fuck. I slow my stroking as he gets close, his face just inches away. He stares. Maybe he just wants a better view? But why would he get THAT close? And then, as my stroking slows down enough, he leans in more. He opens his mouth and then wraps his lips around the head. I nearly lose my load right then and there. His tongue is excited and curious and swivels around my cockhead eagerly. I moan more, jerking off slowly into his mouth as he bobs very slightly up and down, only taking a couple inches. I'm overwhelmed seeing his messy hair bouncing and his cheeks reddening (maybe in embarrassment) and his eyes sneaking glances up at me every now and then and his saliva dripping down my cock. I throb with every little lick, every little slurping sound, and I reach down to hold the back of his head, guiding him just a little deeper as he moves. Don't stop, Eli. I'm so damn close. Should I cum in his mouth? Would that throw him off? Maybe I-- He pulls off with a sigh. "My jaw hurts," he says, looking up at me. Figures. "You can stop," I say, stroking his hair, sighing. "Want me to do you?" I ask. "Yeah." He smiles slightly. "C'mere," I say, gesturing for him to get on top of me. He does so, climbing over my body. I kiss him, humming against his lips. As we lock lips, I can smell his breath, fresh from sucking me off. Damn, that is so sexy. Little Eli with faint dick breath. We keep kissing (and I notice he's already getting better at it) as I roll us over. I get him on his back and then break the kiss, moving down between his legs to grip his hard-on. Here I go again. Just like last night. I lean over and take his cock into my mouth for round two. He moans and writhes around as soon as my tongue makes contact. I smile slightly but keep working, making sure to coat every inch in spit and blow him for all he's worth. I stroke myself as I pull off and give his little balls some attention. I start fantasizing about what Eli will look like as he gets older. He'll probably be a hot little thing, still cute but incredibly alluring. To be fair, though, he already is. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't take long for Eli to cum. I guide him through another orgasm and leave him panting and smiling blissfully. I kiss his cock before getting between his legs and sitting up on my knees, my cock sticking straight out. I spit down on it and start to stroke myself, moaning slightly. I need to cum. I've waited too long. I'm aware Eli's just watching me, and that's what gets me closer at almost record speed. I grunt and moan and then look down, watching my cock shoot a pretty big load of cum all over Eli's torso. He gasps a little and giggles as I cum, and I can't resist a few laughs during my own orgasm. I moan out slightly, squeezing the last few drops out before sighing heavily. Fuck, I feel so much better. Renewed, almost. I start smiling at him. "Sorry for the mess." "It's so warm," he says, putting his finger in it curiously. I chuckle a bit, moving to lie down next to him. "Is this... what's it called?" he asks. "Cum?" I smirk. "Yeah." "Wow." He plays with it a bit, obviously intrigued by its consistency. I rub his thigh lightly as he puts it between two fingers and either rubs them together or spreads them apart. Then, he turns to me. "You should've cummed on my face like that girl in the magazine," he says with a giggle. I laugh too. Next time, Little Eli. Next time.