Date: Thu, 1 Nov 2018 14:47:47 -0400
From: RJ <ruetheben@gmail.com>
Subject: Little Me Chapter 4

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.

Also, a minor shout out to a few of my readers who have reached out to me
and, by offering their fantasies or (unknowingly) their suggestions,
inspired the flow of this chapter. Much appreciated.

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~ CHAPTER 4 ~

It's exciting sitting around the table with my family, knowing what I
know. Ma is fussing over the potato salad, making sure everyone has enough;
Dad is picking his teeth with a toothpick to get the corn out; Wesley is
chugging back a beer frat-boy style; and Tanya is absentmindedly rubbing
her pregnant belly as she laughs at the sight of her mother-in-law getting
frantic over whether or not everyone has eaten enough for lunch. I'm just
smiling to myself. It's exciting to me that everyone is completely unaware
of the fact that my dick has been in Eli's mouth multiple times over the
past couple days.

I look over at him, since he's sitting next to me, and he smiles up at me
-- still that innocent smile, but there's the faintest hint of devilishness
now. It just comes with the secrecy between us. We share something that no
one else knows about, and I'm sure that's a little exciting to him too.

When I look at that smile, I get vivid flashbacks to this morning. It was
the first time I came in his mouth. We hadn't "played" too much the
previous day, focusing more on hiking, or kayaking, watching a few movies,
or playing (non-adult) games inside. So before we got out of bed this
morning, before I even woke up, he was pawing at my crotch. I let him
stroke, and suck, and drool on my member. He's a fast learner, and has been
using my words of guidance to really better his skills. By the time I was
about to cum, I was so lost in the sensations that I completely forgot to
warn him. I came hard. He made a surprised little noise and let it happen
for a second or two before pulling off, watching my cock shoot out the rest
on my body. I watched him swallow without me even telling him to, and he
licked his lips before catching his breath. I realized his mouth was
probably just full and he probably couldn't breathe. He wiped his mouth
with the back of his hand, looking up at me.

"That tastes weird," he said with a giggle.

"You don't like it?" I asked him.

"No, I like it," he said, playing with my cock lightly. Then he sniffed the
air a little before he leaned forward, smelling the cum on my cock and
lower stomach. "Smells funny, though."

I laughed. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Kinda like... pancake mix."

I laugh softly to myself, thinking back to that comment. Under the table, I
give his thigh a little squeeze, and he laughs, pushing my hand away
playfully.

I'm happy to see Mom and Dad again. I really am. But I'm anxious for them
to leave. I've only just started to appreciate Eli's body more -- not just
his cock, but the rest of his body. His pale complexion. His silky smooth
skin. His slim musculature, with the faintest hint of a defined core. His
tiny pink nipples that make him squirm whenever I touch or suck them. His
deep little belly button. Of course I love what he's got between his legs:
a solid cock with the prettiest pink head, cut as if from Michelangelo
himself. Not to mention those little walnuts that he loves to have gently
massaged between my fingers. But now I have a new obsession. His ass. It's
small, but it's round, and plump enough for me to grab a small cheek with
my full hand. We were giving each other playful massages yesterday, and
when I did his back, I spent a little time on his ass. As I gripped both
cheeks and spread them a bit, I got a good look at the Holy Grail of
holes. I was so pink and so tight-looking that I instantly got a throbbing
erection. What would it feel like to be inside of him? Incredible, no
doubt. He's so small, though. Could he handle it?

I had gotten cold feet and didn't try anything right then and there, but
it's been on my mind all day so far. Enough for me to space out when people
are speaking to me.

"Earth to Leo," my dad says, and I blink, coming to. When I look around,
everyone is staring at me.

"Huh?"

They all just laugh. "We were asking what you planted," my mom says.

"Oh. Right." I had Eli help me start up a little garden around the
perimeter of the house. There's plenty of good soil that could be spruced
up with some flowers. "I'm not sure. I let Eli pick."

"It's supposed to be a surprise," Eli says.

"I'm sure it'll be beautiful," my mom says, smiling widely.

"Oh, it will be," Eli says, and the hint of sass in his voice makes us all
laugh.

The rest of our lunch is full of jokes and playful jabs at each other, as
well as a general sense of catching up. I hear more about Mom and Dad's
business adventures, both of whom are excited about some new project
they're working on. But a lot of the conversation is dominated either by
talk of the incoming baby or questions about me. I'm comfortable when the
conversation focuses on Tanya. Mom drones on and on about all the little
outfits she's going to knit for her granddaughter, and even my dad has
designs for a new crib (even though they don't need one and Wes and Tanya
keep trying to convince him to not waste his time). But of course, since
they haven't seen me in so long, they ask all sorts of questions. Have I
settled in yet? Am I planning on moving anywhere? What about work? Do I
have anything lined up yet? Am I happy and healthy? My mom is particularly
invested in my love life, eager to know whether or not I'm going to "get
back out there and land a pretty girl." I think back on Ruth, smiling
slightly at the thought, but I just shrug. "Not yet, Ma," I keep saying,
eager for the conversation to shift someone else. I don't like the
attention on me for too long. Never have.

After we all relax outside and enjoy the beautiful weather, they finally
all decide to leave. My parents are the first to go, and my mom gives me
the tightest hug I've probably ever received, and more kisses than I've
gotten from lovers. She's even more excited now than when she first arrived
this morning; she was all screams and joyful tears and tight hugs, but now,
she's practically suffocating me. With my dad, it's much more reserved: a
simple handshake and a smile. Then, Tanya and Wes start saying their
goodbyes. As we're chatting, I notice Eli is coming out of my bedroom with
his bag of clothes and such as if ready to go.

"You're taking Eli?" I ask, cutting Wes off in the middle of his sentence.

"He's stayed long enough, yeah?" Tanya says softly. "Don't want to impose
on you."

"He's not imposing," I say. "Really."

Wesley just smiles. "You don't have to be so nice to him all the time,
man."

I sigh. How do I explain to them that he can stay without sounding too
eager? But just then, Eli comes over and hugs my side. "Are you gonna visit
soon?"

I smile down at him, running my fingers through his soft hair. "Of course,
buddy. Whenever you'd like."

Eli smiles at me before saying "Are you gonna hug me or not?"

The three of us laugh before I squat down and hug Eli tightly. I kiss his
cheek, figuring that would be innocent enough not to arouse suspicion. I
even take the chance to discreetly give his ass a little squeeze, since my
hand is hidden from his parents' view by his backpack. We grin at each
other before I stand up, hug Wes and Tanya, and watch them all go.

It's strange being alone now. Mostly, I just miss Eli, and not even just
for our sexual adventures. I've gotten so used to having him around, even
just the past few days, that now I feel like something is missing. All
things considered, I think I've mostly come to terms with how I feel about
him. I love him. In a weird way, I love him like he was my son -- just with
some added benefits. He truly is a special kid, and the fact that I get a
raging hard on whenever I'm around him doesn't change that. In fact, for
me, it amplifies it.

I spend most of the evening cleaning up after today's get-together, and I
do a decent amount of reading before retiring early for the night. However,
just after 11pm, I get a call that wakes me up. I grunt a bit. Even the
vibrate function on this goddamn cell phone is loud. I don't recognize the
number, and I almost consider not picking it up, but I answer it
anyway. "Hello?"

"Uncle Leo!" It's Eli, and I instantly smile. "Guess what?"

I rub my eyes a bit. "Where are you calling me from?"

"The house phone," he says as if it was obvious.

"Oh. Right." I chuckle slightly. "What's up? What are you doing up so
late?"

"I finally made cum!"

"Eli!" I find myself whispering, even though that doesn't matter. He's
being awfully loud. "Keep it down."

"Mom and Dad are upstairs, it's okay," he says calmly.

"Just... keep it down for me, okay?"

"Sorry," he says.

"It's fine." I smile slightly. "So, you finally did it, huh?"

"Yeah!" he says excitedly. I can practically feel his smile through the
phone. "It's just a little bit, but it's there."

"That's awesome, buddy," I say.

"I'll show you next time I see you," he says, and my cock twitches at the
thought. "Are you gonna come see me soon?"

He's so cute. Barely six hours apart and he's still asking when he can see
me. "I'd love to."

"You should come over on Monday," he says.

"Why Monday?"

"Because Mom wants to go to the city but Dad won't take off work to watch
me," he says matter-of-factly. "I heard them arguing about it."

"You shouldn't listen in on your parents, Eli," I say.

"Okay," he says, unbothered. "But you should ask to babysit me."

"Why don't you ask?" I suggest. "Drop some hints."

"They'll say I'm 'taking advantage of your time'," he says in his father's
voice.

I almost laugh. "Well, tell them I already agreed."

"Yeah?" he asks, thinking. "Okay. I'll ask Mom."

"Good. Hopefully I'll see you Monday."

"Okay! Bye, love you," he says quickly before I hear the click of the
phone. I close my cell phone and lie back on the bed with a smile on my
face.

Turns out Tanya is extremely pleased that I agreed to watch him. Perfect
timing, too, since Eli's old babysitter is doing a summer program and can't
watch him all season. To relieve her a bit, I tell her it's no trouble at
all, and I don't mind babysitting him whenever she needs someone. Free of
charge. She thanks me over and over again, and when Monday comes around, I
arrive early to take her to the train station while Wes is at work. She
gives me a spare key she had made for me before kissing my cheek and
hopping on her train to go visit some old friends who are nearby. I see her
off and then head back towards the house.

I assumed Eli would still be asleep, but he's wandering around downstairs
when I get back. He looks surprised to see me, but grins, running
over. "You're here!" he says, hugging me tightly. I grunt and laugh,
hugging him back.

"I am, I am," I say, kissing his cheek. "Thought you'd be asleep. Was
hoping to surprise you with these." I pull out the paper bag of donuts from
behind my back, grinning at his face.

"Donuts?" he says excitedly.

"You bet. Pick one, though. Only one." I open the bag and let him peer
inside. He hesitates before reaching inside and pulling out a glazed donut.

"Thanks," he says, stuffing his face eagerly.

"Of course, little man," I say, messing with his hair before I stand up and
stretch a bit. I get more comfortable, kicking off my shoes before we head
into the kitchen to eat our donuts and chat a little bit. He tells me about
a weird dream he had last night, where his hair just kept getting longer
and longer and wouldn't stop growing. I tease him, telling him that he'd be
cute with long hair, but he just makes a face and totally rejects the idea.

Once I finish my donut, Eli grabs my hand and tugs me towards the
stairs. "C'mon!" he says impatiently, and I just laugh.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," I say, letting him pull me up the stairs and into
his bedroom. He pushes me inside by shoving his hands against my butt
before quickly shutting the door. He guides me to the bed and then, once he
climbs on, starts trying to take off his clothes in a rushed manner.

"Woah, woah, woah," I say, laughing and stopping him.

He looks at me with a confused expression as I sit down next to
him. "What?"

"Slow down a bit," I say, rubbing his arm and then his legs. "We've got
time." He still looks confused, but he's at least taking a moment to
pause. I lean in and kiss him on the lips a couple times, and he
smiles. "Why don't you lie down for me?"

He does so, lying across the bed and looking at me expectantly. Sorry,
Eli. I'm taking my sweet time. I rest on my stomach and lift up his shirt
slowly, revealing his smooth little tummy. When I kiss it, he giggles a
bit. "That tickles," he says.

"Yeah?" I say with a grin, leaning in and kissing his belly button.

He laughs a little harder, trying to push my head away. "It's your beard!"

"Sorry," I say with a chuckle, nuzzling my face into his stomach and
letting him squirm and laugh. He smells so damn good. I start to lift his
shirt up more and he gets the hint, raising his arms so I can take that bit
of clothing off of him and leave his torso exposed. I run a hand over his
smooth skin before leaning down and kissing up towards his chest. He keeps
giggling slightly -- that is, until I get to his nipple. That's when the
moans come. I suck and lick tenderly on that little nub of his and he
responds with the most beautiful whines, arching his back slightly if I
suck a little harder than usual. I kiss that nipple before moving to the
other, giving it the same treatment and letting my tongue swirl around it
lovingly.

"It's hard," he says once I move away.

I glance down towards his groin, where he's already gripping and rubbing
himself through his pajama pants. "I can see that," I say with a slight
smile, looking back up at him. "You gonna show me what you said on the
phone?"

"Yeah!" he says, beaming proudly.

I pat his hip before shifting his body towards me (which just makes him
laugh) and then starting to pull down his pants. I pull off the pajamas
first, enjoying the sight of him in his briefs. They're multicolored, with
a dinosaur pattern on them. Super childish. Super cute. "Nice undies," I
say as I kiss his thigh.

He blushes. "Dad said they're silly."

"Do you like them?" I ask.

"Yeah."

"Then fuck what he says."

Eli bursts out laughing for a moment, and I smile up at him before going
back to kissing and feeling his legs. It amazes me that someone can be this
smooth. It's so different from a woman who, say, might shave her legs. This
is the original smoothness. Total hairlessness. You can't beat that. I run
my fingers up and down his thighs, inching closer and closer to his crotch
before I lean down and kiss the little tent he's making. He
giggles. "You're weird."

I laugh. "What? Why am I weird?"

He shrugs. "I don't know. You're just being weird." Maybe his body is not
totally sexually wired yet. Just his nipples. And, of course, between his
legs. So what I'm doing probably doesn't turn him on that much.

"That hurts my feelings," I tease, smirking.

He sticks out his tongue playfully and I do it back. Both of us laugh for a
moment before I push my face into his crotch and inhale. Fuck. It's like a
high, that boy scent. I feel his fingers in my hair and putting pressure on
the top of my head as if pushing me away, but I keep inhaling a bit. That
fucking sweet smell. It gets my cock raging.

I slip my fingers up the leg of his briefs and tease around, and he lets
out a little mewl when I touch his cock. "Feel good?"

He just nods. I strip him completely. I slowly peel his briefs off and toss
them to the floor, taking a moment to admire his body before I come down,
getting my face close to his cock again as I fondle his balls. Who would
have thought I would get here? With my nephew? I sure wouldn't have
guessed. Not in a million years.

"Uncle Leo?"

I look up. "Yeah, buddy?"

"How come I have to be naked and not you?"

I almost laugh. "I don't know."

"That's not fair."

"You're right. It's not."

He stares at me as if challenging me. "So are you gonna?"

"Sure." I smile and sit up, slipping my t-shirt over my head no problem. I
feel his eyes all over me as they usually are, and I let him soak in the
sight of me (as I did to him) before I toss the shirt at his face.

He laughs, pulling it off. "Ew, it stinks."

"Seriously?" I ask, surprised.

"No. I'm just teasing," he says, taking a whiff of my shirt. "It just
smells like you."

I find that comment strangely endearing, and I smile at him before I get an
idea. "Speaking of smells, when's the last time you had a bath?"

"Baths are for kids," he retorts.

I pretend to look offended. "Hey. I like baths."

He giggles. "Fine. You can take one if you want."

"You're not gonna join me?"

He shrugs. "Do you want me to?" he asks with a little smirk.

This boy. Something tells me he's catching on. "Yeah, I want you to," I
say, licking my lips before patting his thigh. "C'mon."

He leads the way to the bathroom (which gives me a nice view of his plump
little ass as he walks) down the hallway. I shut the door behind us and
then go straight for the tub, turning on the water and letting the tub
start to fill. He already gets in, and I laugh. "You have any bubble bath
or something around here?" I ask.

"Um. Top shelf," he says, pointing to the little cabinet beside the
toilet. I look inside and find the bottle of bubble bath before coming over
to pour some into the water, watching the suds build up on the surface of
the water. I add only a little bit -- I don't want to overdo it.

"Come on, slow poke," he says once the tub is filled.

"Patience, patience." I laugh, standing up straight and undoing my jeans. I
pull them to the floor, standing there in my boxer briefs. My dick is
clearly outlined in my underwear, still hard from earlier. It doesn't helps
that his eyes are glued to my crotch. I look at him as I pull my underwear
down and let my cock swing free. "Make some room," I say, coming over to
the tub and motioning for him to slide over. I slide into the tub with a
sigh, resting against the back as Eli gets in between my legs, smiling at
me.

"What?" I ask, smirking.

He just shrugs. "Nothin'."

"Nothin'," I mock, chuckling before I motion for him to come closer. He
slides closer to me, so that he's nicely within reach. I scoop up some
bubbles and start washing his body. I start with his chest and then work
his shoulders before tickling him under his armpits.

He laughs and rejects the touch, pushing me away. "That was mean," he says,
trying not to laugh.

"I'm sorry," I say, and I reach out for him. He pushes my hands away. "Oh
come on. I won't do it again."

"Liar," he says with a slight grin.

I laugh slightly. "I promise." He doesn't budge though. "C'mon,
Eli. Forgive me."

He thinks about it for a moment, holding his fingers under his chin and
looking up at the ceiling before he glances at me. "Kiss me and I'll
forgive you."

Damn, this kid really likes kissing. I just grin. "Alright, I guess," I
say, sounding like it's the last thing I want to do. But I wrap my arms
around him quickly and he laughs, splashing a little water over the tub
before I press my lips against his. His giggling is quickly silenced, and
I'm surprised to see that he even takes the lead this time, guiding me
through an intimate, loving kiss.

He pulls back from my lips and blushes, smiling bashfully. "I forgive you
now," he says, scratching at my beard lightly.

I lick my lips. "I should get you mad more often," I say with a
chuckle. "Now c'mere. Lemme get you clean."

He stays still and lets me wash his shoulders and arms again. "Can I do you
after?" he asks me.

I smile, hands sliding to his chest. I rub his nipple with my
thumb. "Absolutely." I have him stand up for me so I can "wash" the rest of
him -- which is really just an excuse to touch him. I work my way down his
stomach and fondle his crotch. He gets hard quickly, and lets out a tiny
little moan when I tease the head of his penis with my fingers. I slide
down a bit, rubbing his balls very gently before I wash his thighs.

Then, I have him turn around. I lick my lips at the sight of his ass,
glistening slightly from being wet. Fucking beautiful. I start with his
back, working my way steadily lower before finally, a hand is on one of
those lovely little cheeks. I hold his other hip with my free hand as I
play with his bottom. I honk it, making a car horn noise, and he laughs a
bit before calling me an idiot.

I slide my thumb into his crack, feeling around for that hole. He shifts on
his feet a bit, and I hold him up steady to make sure he doesn't fall. "You
okay?"

"Yeah," he says. Then: "That feels funny."

"Good or bad?"

"Um. Good," he decides, looking back at me. Good. That's just what I wanted
to hear. I rub his hole with my thumb in gentle circles before spreading
his cheeks. The sight of that pink little pucker staring right at me is
driving me insane. Specifically, it's driving my cock insane. I'm rock hard
under the water, and I bite my lip, letting a few fingers drift across
it. I wonder what he feels like inside...

"Can I do you now?" Eli asks, interrupting my daydream.

I shake my head to focus before nodding. "Uh, yeah. Sure thing."

I pull away and lean back against the tub, and Eli turns around, getting
right in my lap. My cock pokes him and he flinches a bit before grabbing it
and moving it out of the way so he can sit. Then, he does what I did:
starts with the shoulders and works his way down. He takes his time
exploring my torso with the soap, and I smile, watching him focus. His
little hands make their way lower and lower until they go under the water
and grab at my cock. "You gotta stand up," he says.

"Do I have to?"

He nods, his hands now finding my balls and massaging them gently. "It's
only fair."

"I think I'm too tall for that. Could be dangerous."

"Uncle Leo--"

"Fine, fiiine," I drawl, having him move off of my lap before I slowly
stand up, being careful not to slip. Eli stands up too, scooping up some
soap bubbles and then staring at my jutting erect cock. Then he gets to
work, using both hands to wash me -- though it really feels more like a
Happy Time massage than anything else. I resist letting out a moan, closing
my eyes a bit. It's over too soon though, because he moves on, washing my
balls and then working my legs for me.

"Turn around," he says, standing up straight and grabbing my hips. I
chuckle a bit, doing as I'm told and turning. I have to squat slightly so
he can reach my upper back, but as he works his way down, I stand up
straighter. Soon, he gets to my ass, and just as I expect, he does what I
did. He grabs a cheek and honks.

I burst out laughing. "Didn't you just call me an idiot for that?" I ask,
glancing back at him.

"You're still an idiot," he says, smiling to himself as he plays with my
ass. He feels around a bit and inevitably spreads my cheeks. I feel a
little finger graze my hole curiously and I get shivers all over my
body. "Your butt is so hairy," he says, giggling to himself as he lets go.

"That's what your butt's gonna look like one day, so don't make fun," I
say, turning back around. I start to slowly lower myself back into the tub
and sit down with a sigh.

"It's weird."

"It's not weird, it's normal," I say with a smile.

"Still weird."

I shrug. "I guess you're right," I say, laughing. Then Eli gets on my lap
again. He leans his face in closer and I meet him halfway, kissing him
slowly. I let one of my hands rest on his hip and then slide down to grip
his ass. My fingers search for that magic little spot. When I find it, I
tap lightly on his hole before adding more pressure, rubbing gently. I try
to slip my index finger in but he's much too tight. I should invest in some
lube for Eli to keep stashed away. Maybe Wes has some lying around...

We kiss and play with each other for a little while before Eli pulls
back. "Can I try another blowjob?" he asks sweetly.

"On me, or want me to do you?"

"I wanna do one on you," he says.

Have at it, kid. "I'll probably taste all soapy," I point out.

He looks down at the water before looking around slightly, thinking. Then
he seems to get an idea. He pats the edge of the tub. "Sit here."

Smart little guy. And eager, it seems. Not one to really argue about
getting head, I push myself up out of the water, cock hard and ready. I
then sit down on the edge of the tub, feet and calves still submerged. Eli
looks me over before his eyes hone in on what's between my legs. There are
still soap suds on my cock, and he's clearly devising some sort of game
plan. Then, he turns on the faucet, letting fresh water pour out into his
palms before transferring it to my cock a few times to mostly rinse the
soap off.

Once satisfied, he turns the water off and then bends over, getting his
head between my thighs. He gives my cock a tentative lick as if testing
it. Then another. And then, he wraps his cute little lips around my knob.

I close my eyes for a moment, just enjoying the feeling as I moan so
softly. Then I look down. "How's it taste?" I ask. "Still soapy?"

He pulls off for a moment to say "A little" but then immediately gets back
to it. Most of the focus is on the head of my cock. He's sucking nicely
around the glands and using his excited little tongue to give me that extra
bit of sensation. He goes a little deeper too, all on his own. I watch
him. It's so fucking sexy from this angle. I could watch him do this all
damn day.

After a few minutes he starts to falter a bit, and I comb his hair. "You
can take a break if you want, kiddo," I say, and he pulls off with a sigh,
stretching out his jaw.

"That's exhausting," he says.

I chuckle, taking hold of my cock. "Takes work, huh?"

"Yeah." He watches me stroke myself, which is hot in of itself. I even see
his hand disappear under the water. He must be hard too, stroking his boy
cock as he watches his uncle pleasure himself. I moan slightly, biting my
lip as I work myself over.

Then, after a small break, Eli leans in again, taking a couple inches of me
and bobbing back and forth. I let out a louder moan, mostly in surprise. I
continue stroking off in his mouth, getting closer and closer. "I'm gonna
cum, buddy," I warn him. But he doesn't pull off. He must want another
taste of Uncle Leo's cum. I bite my lip and hold onto the edge of the tub
as I finally unload in Eli's mouth. I let out a long half-sigh-half-groan,
watching Eli suck loudly on the head of my cock. Some of my cum slips from
his lips and drips down into the water with a tiny splash, but I can hear
him gulping down once or twice before he pulls off, licking his lip
lightly.

"Did I do okay?" he asks, looking up at me with a little drop of cum on his
bottom lip. Had I not just came, I'd blow my load just from the sight of
him now.

"You did great," I assure him with a smile, wiping his lip with my thumb
before I lean down and kiss his forehead. "You always do."

He smiles at the praise. "Cool," he says.

I just chuckle before slapping my hands down on my thighs. "You still gotta
show me what you can do," I say.

His eyes go wide as if he had totally forgotten about showing me his
cum. "Yeah!" he says excitedly, standing up in the tub. Dripping wet, he
reaches between his legs and starts rubbing his hard-on, but I stop him.

"Why don't we go back to your room?" I suggest. "I can't see much in here
with you all wet like this."

I let the tub drain as we both step out of the water and dry off. Eli seems
to rush a bit, eager to show me his new trick, and I just smile to
myself. I scoop up my jeans and underwear and hand them to him, instructing
him to meet me in his room. He takes a right out of the bathroom, but I
take a left towards Wes and Tanya's room. I don't want to rummage or snoop
much, and thankfully, I don't have to -- the lube is in the second place I
look: the nightstand. I grin, grabbing the bottle and then heading to Eli's
room.

He's already on his bed, sitting up and waiting for me. I come join him on
the bed, lying on my side as I rub his inner thigh. "What's that?" he asks,
glancing at the bottle.

"It'll help me with something," I say vaguely, my fingers already itching
to be inside of him. "Wanna lie down for me again, bud?"

He rests on his side next to me and I smile before kissing him and then
working my way down. I don't go as slowly as before. He's waited long
enough. Within seconds my lips are wrapped snugly around his dick, and he
moans. I run a hand up and down his torso as I bob on him, slathering him
with saliva. With my free hand, I tease and toy with his balls, letting my
fingers slowly creep lower until they find his hole.

I almost smile when his legs open up for me. I take that as a good sign. I
pull off his cock and gently roll him over onto his back, getting an eyeful
of those two beautiful boy cheeks. I lick my lips, prying them apart to see
my goal, and, without wasting much time, I lean in and lick. His response
is music to my ears. He makes the cutest little moans and keeps pushing his
hips back against my face as if asking for more. I work slowly, enjoying
the taste of him: freshly bathed, so still a little soapy, but a hint of
his natural self is coming through. I lick and kiss and spit on his hole
for several minutes, getting him as wet as possible.

I flip him back over onto his back and see that he's been stroking
himself. I was so focused on that little butt of his that I hadn't even
noticed. I smile slightly, watching him jerk himself off for a moment
before I open his legs more. I grab the bottle of lube, squirt a little
onto my fingers, and apply it directly to his hole in a circular motion.

He hisses slightly at the feeling of the cool liquid in such a sensitive
area. "What is that?"

"It's lube," I explain. "Makes things nice and slippery."

I make sure he's good before coating a couple fingers with the lube,
licking my lips slightly. I start with my index finger. I watch as I nudge
against his hole with my finger, but he doesn't budge, and I don't want to
hurt him. "Relax, buddy," I say.

"What are you doing?"

I look up at him. "Do you trust me?"

He bites his lip but nods almost immediately.

"Then relax. It'll feel weird at first but I bet you'll like it."

He looks a little nervous, so I lean over and kiss him quickly. I tell him
to keep stroking himself as I focus on his ass. I add a little more
pressure until he accepts the tip of my finger. He makes a tiny whimpering
noise, but nothing more. I switch my gaze back and forth between his face
and his hole wrapping around my index finger. Fuck, he's tight. I take it
slow, but since it's only a finger, he's handling it like a champ. I gently
move back and forth and he gasps slightly, stroking a little faster as his
hips raise. I smile slightly, licking my lips as I pull out my index finger
and then replace it with my middle. I ease it into him slowly, watching him
as he closes his eyes, his mouth slightly open, breathing heavily. I lean
down and kiss that tummy of his, and even move up to give his nipples a
little suck. That gets him into it quickly. He moans out, and while he's
distracted, I finger him a little deeper, curling my finger just right to
hit his little button.

Now he's moaning steadily. It's a mix between a childish whine and a moan
and I love it. I focus on his face as he jerks himself off faster,
accepting my finger eagerly. I rock my finger back and forth, moving in and
out of him at a steady pace, making sure to give it to him just right. And
then, all of a sudden, his moans get high-pitched, and his hole clamps down
on my finger as he cums. I look down and watch his cock spurt out mostly
clearish liquid -- not a lot, but enough to be noticed. I smile, gently
pulling my finger out of him as he comes down from his high.

When he opens his eyes and looks down at the mess he made, he smiles. He
glances at me. "See? Told you."

"I didn't doubt you." I rub his thigh, giving it a little squeeze.

"I think that's the most I ever cummed."

I laugh. "I'm honored." I run my finger through the liquid above his
shaft. "You seemed to enjoy yourself there," I say with a smirk.

He blushes but smiles. "Yeah." I notice he looks down at my hand. "Your
finger felt good."

"Yeah?" I ask. "Didn't hurt?"

"A little, at first," he says, sitting up now. "But then it felt
good. Weird though."

"Is 'weird' your favorite word?" I ask with a grin, standing
up. "Everything is weird to you."

"You're weird," he fires back, smiling.

I stick my tongue out at him before laughing.

We both clean up and get dressed again before heading downstairs. As with
any time I see Eli, we end up watching a movie, cuddling and chatting and
occasionally tickling each other. We take a brief break to eat, and we
decide on having breakfast for lunch. He helps me with the waffle mix and I
handle the actual cooking before we sit at the table and dig in.

Halfway through the meal, the phone rings. Since I don't live here, I just
let it go to voicemail, and the voice that comes through is
surprising. "Eli! Eliii! You gotta come over today! Mom got us a dog! A
dog! She's the cutest little thing--" As the kid raves on and on about his
new puppy, Eli looks at me with wide eyes. I just laugh, telling him to go
answer it.

He rushes over to grab the phone and speak with his friend Jimmy. He's
clearly excited about his friend getting a new pet, and, as I expected, Eli
eventually turns to me with a pleading look in his eyes. "Can we go to
Jimmy's?"

I decide to tease him a little. "We? I wasn't invited."

Eli speaks into the receiver. "Can my Uncle Leo come to?"

"Eli, that's not what I meant--"

"He said yes," Eli says to me, smiling and biting his lip. "C'mooon. It'll
be fun. I just wanna see the puppy."

I roll my eyes. "Is it okay with his mom?"

"He wouldn't have asked if it wasn't."

"Okay, smart-mouth," I say with a chuckle. "Fine."

"Sweet!" Eli tells Jimmy that we'll be over soon before hanging up.

Eli scarfs down the rest of his lunch and urges me to do the same. After I
clean up around the kitchen, not wanting to leave any sort of mess for
Tanya, we finally leave. He provides the directions to his friend's house,
and when we get there, his friend is already in the front hard chasing a
little chocolate lab. Jimmy waves at us, and Eli hops out of the truck as
soon as I park, running over to join his friend.

I cut the engine and step out, smiling at the sight of them as I walk
over. The dark barks, stiffing Eli's legs and then mine before running
circles around Eli. "What's his name?" I ask them.

"Her," Eli corrects me. "It's a girl."

I laugh. "Not with those balls, it ain't." The boys look as the tail raises
and then burst out laughing.

"Now I gotta change it," Jimmy says. "It was Jessie before."

"Jessie could be a boy's name," I say, but Jimmy just shakes his head.

"Nah. Too girly."

I take a look at Jimmy standing next to Eli and can't help but think how
much Eli has got his friend beat. It's not that the kid is ugly,
necessarily -- but he's developing, and not as gracefully as Eli. Eli is
just a sight to behold. As expected, too. He's got good genes. He's cute in
his own way, I suppose, being even smaller than Eli. And something I notice
is that he doesn't look at me strangely. No lingering glances. No eyes
flickering towards my crotch. Part of me expected Eli to divulge our secret
to his best buddy, but maybe he hasn't. For which I'm thankful.

I hear the front door swing open and then someone says my name. When I
turn, I see Ruth coming out with a smile, looking comfortable and
natural. I give her a half-wave. "Hi, Ruth."

"What a pleasant surprise," she says, standing next to her son. "Thought
Tanya would have brought him."

"She's out 'n about," I say, pocketing my hands. "Went to visit some old
friends in the city."

She nods. "Right, right, I forgot she had mentioned that," she says,
running her fingers through her hair. "Well, I'm glad you could come. Do
you want anything?"

"Nah, I'm okay, really--"

"You sure? I just made a fresh pot of coffee."

I hesitate. "Well, if it's fresh..."

She laughs and leads me into her home, leaving the boys outside to play
with the dog. We veer into the kitchen, and she grabs a mug from one of the
upper shelves. I can't help but notice the shape of her ass in those jeans
as she stands on her tip toes. I also can't help but realize that it
doesn't stir me like it used to. It still does, sure -- but not in the way
Eli gets me. Not even close.

I lean against the opposite counter, crossing my arms. "Your son been
pestering you for a dog?"

"Other way around, actually," she says with a little laugh, heading for the
coffee machine. "Jimmy's always been terrified of dogs. Took him to the
shelter to kind of just... face his fear." I watch her pour a cup full for
me. "Cream and sugar?"

"Black is fine," I say, thanking her when she hands me the warm mug.

"He fell in love with that dog as soon as he saw it."

"Parenting gone right, I guess," I say with a smile before taking a small
sip.

She smiles, looking at me. "You don't have kids, right?"

"Nope," I say, shaking my head. "Eli's the only little guy in my life right
now."

"Lucky for him," she says, laughing. "He gets all your attention."

"That's true."

"He loves you a lot."

"Yeah?" I smile slightly.

"Oh yeah," she says with a laugh. "Last time he was here, there was barely
a sentence that didn't have your name in it."

I make a face. "Hopefully nothing too incriminating."

"Nothing like that," she says. "He speaks very highly of you. It's good to
see," she adds with a sad sort of look in her eye. "Good male mentors are
hard to come by."

Mentor? I almost laugh. I guess in a way, that's what I am. "I'm just his
uncle," I say.

"Yeah, well, I'm sure if Eli had his way, he'd rather you be his dad." I'm
surprised she said that so candidly to me, someone who's virtually a
stranger, and she must notice the look on my face because she continues
speaking. "Don't get me wrong. Wes is a great guy," she says
defensively. "But I've known Eli since he was a toddler. And ever since you
moved here, he's been nothing but smiles." That's at least reassuring. And
I can't help but smile myself, looking down at my coffee mug. "Whatever
you're doing," she says, "keep it up."

Eli and I stick around for a couple hours before we decide to head back to
the house. We say goodbye to Jimmy and his new dog (still named Jessie) and
then Ruth. Ruth gives me a hug and then a kiss on the cheek, which
strangely enough makes me blush a bit. I smile slightly, admiring her
boldness, but I'm still trying to keep a little bit of distance. At least
for now. I'm just not really ready for any of that. Eli and I hop back in
the truck and drive off.

Halfway there, I realize Eli is staring at me and smiling slightly. I
glance over at him, cocking my eyebrow. "What?"

"You liiiike her," he says in a sing-song voice.

I laugh. "Who?"

"Mrs. Thomaston!"

I just smile, eyes to the road. "Ruth?" I shrug. "I don't know yet," I say
honestly. "Maybe a little."

"Do you wanna smooch her?" he asks with a laugh.

I reach over and wrap my hand around his head and pull him towards me. "I
only wanna smooch you right now," I say, and he laughs hard, trying to pull
away from me as I lean over and pucker my lips playfully. I chuckle and sit
up straight again, focusing on the road and resting my right hand on the
shift. Eventually, when we reach a constant speed, Eli moves his hand over
to mine, moving it off the shift so that he can interlock his smaller
fingers with my larger ones. He holds. I look over at him, but he's gazing
out the window, so I just smile softly at the affection. I give his hand a
little squeeze, and in response, he squeezes back.