Date: Tue, 4 Dec 2018 15:54:55 -0500 From: RJ Subject: Little Me Chapter 6 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 6 ~ I wake up before Eli does. He shifted sometime in the night and his face is nuzzled into my chest as he sleeps, my arm loosely around him. I yawn slightly before running my hand up and down his smooth side, humming slightly to myself. I can't believe I fucked him last night. I wonder how he's feeling. Parched, I slowly slide myself away from him as to not wake him up. I give his cheek a kiss before I pull myself out of bed and stretch a bit, groaning slightly. I look down at my morning wood and hold it in my palm. This thing was inside Eli last night. Fuck. I give myself a squeeze and moan a bit, shaking my head almost in disbelief before I look around for my underwear and realize I left it downstairs. As I make my way back into the living room, I feel awkward walking around nude (and fully erect still) in my brother's house. It's an exposure I don't necessarily like, and I hasten to pull on my underwear and pants from yesterday, tucking my cock away and then running my fingers through my hair. I head into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, and as I do, I notice that someone left a voicemail. So I check it. "Hey guys," says Wes's voice. "I know it's super early in the morning, but... Big news. We have an official new member of the family!" I can hear the smile in his voice, which makes me smile. "Tanya likes Elaine, so Elaine it is. Kinda fitting, huh? Elaine? Elijah? Anyway... Tanya needs to rest a bit, pushing that big fuckin' kid out. Ten goddamn pounds. God, but she's a beauty, just like her mama. Give me a call when you get this. Maybe I'll try your cell in a bit in case you don't notice the voicemail. We'll be here all morning. I'm sure she'd love to see-- Oh. Shit, gotta go. Call me." I erase the message and down the rest of my water. Elaine. It's a pretty name. And Wesley is right -- Elaine, Elijah. A little much, especially since Elaine kind of sounds elderly, but it's cute. I should probably give Wes a call. See if he needs me to bring anything to the hospital for Tanya. But before I can grab the phone, I hear Eli upstairs. "Uncle Leo?" he calls out. Then again, more frightened. "Uncle Leo?!" "Down he-- I'm coming, buddy!" I call back, concerned by his tone. I quickly head upstairs into his room, scanning it before looking at him. He's just sitting up in his bed. "What's wrong?" "I didn't know where you were," he says, and I sigh in relief. He's probably just feeling vulnerable. "I just went downstairs," I say, coming over to sit at the edge of the bed. "You feeling okay?" He nods. "I think so." "Yeah? How's your butt?" I ask playfully. He smiles. "Kinda hurts," he says, grimacing slightly. "Sorry," I say, running my fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes and leans into the contact a bit before yawning slightly. "Sleepy still?" He nods, smacking his lips. "Yeah." "Well, you'll need to be awake if you wanna see your new baby sister." His eyes shoot open and he looks up at me. "Is she born?!" I chuckle. "Yes, she's been born. Your dad--" "Can we go visit?" he asks, grabbing my arm excitedly. "Yes," I say, slightly amused. "Why don't you get dre--" But he's already bounding off the bed with a jolt of energy, pulling his dresser open to grab clothes. I chuckle a little before standing up. "Meet me downstairs when you're ready." I give Wesley a call to first congratulate him and then ask if he needs anything from the house. All he asks for is deodorant, since he forgot to put some on yesterday, and maybe some coffee, since the hospital's is shitty. I happily oblige, and by the time I'm almost done with the call, Eli comes down the stairs excitedly. I hand him the phone so he can speak to his dad while I finished getting dressed, pulling on a shirt and my shoes. Once I grab Wes's deodorant, I usher Eli out and we head over to the hospital, stopping by Dunkin to grab a couple coffees. Elaine was born only an hour ago, so Eli and I make our way to Tanya's room. I knock before Eli pokes his head in, and I hear Tanya gasp slightly before we step inside. "You guys came!" she says happily from her bed. I smile at her. Despite looking disheveled from giving birth, she's positively glowing. "I think congratulations are in order," I say, smiling at the swaddled baby in her arms before I turn to Wesley, who's smiling at me. I offer him his coffee. "You're a godsend," he says, taking an eager sip. "Also--" I pull out the deodorant from my back pocket, handing it to him, and he sighs with relief. "Thank God. I fucking reek." "Wes!" Tanya snaps, glancing at Eli. "Don't swear in front of the kids." "Sorry, darling," he says, leaning over to kiss the side of her head before lifting his shirt to put deodorant on. Eli's at his mother's bedside, looking at his little sister. "Can I hold her?" he asks. I expect Tanya to say no, but surprisingly, she seems to love the idea. "Of course, honey. Wes, help Eli with Elaine," she says, offering the baby to her husband. Wesley takes Elaine gently in his arms, smiling at her before glancing at Eli. "Why don't you hop over to the chair over there?" he suggests, cocking his chin towards one of the seats in the corner of the room. Eli heads right over, and Wes follows, looking at him. "Your leg okay, buddy?" he asks. "Yeah," Eli says, gently sitting on one of the chairs. "You were walking all funny." I feel my face get hot. "Probably 'cause he hit his hip rushing to get here," I say quickly. Wesley takes the excuse. "Ah. Eager fella," he says, and I sigh in relief. I wonder how long Eli will be walking funny. Wes leans down close to Eli and lets his son take Elaine in his arms, sitting nearby to ensure Eli doesn't drop her. I smile slightly, coming over to get a better look at Elaine. For a newborn, she is pretty adorable. Her cheeks are full and rosy and soft, and she looks quite healthy. Adorable, too, peering up at the three of us. "She's beautiful, guys," I say, smiling over at Tanya. Wes pats my leg since he's squatting down near me, chuckling. "We do have a pretty good lookin' family, don't we?" "Sure do," I say, looking at Eli. I keep thinking about doing things with Eli over the next few days. I could be thinking about anything -- what I want to eat, if I want to take out the kayak for a bit, how Tanya's holding up. I could be thinking about the fucking moon for all I know, and all of a sudden, I'll get a quick, out-of-the-blue flashback to Eli underneath me and my cock slowly sinking into him. And then I'll have to adjust myself. It doesn't bother me, necessarily. It just makes me want to do it all over again. But Eli has been very invested in being a good big brother. Since Elaine was brought home, he's been extremely helpful to his parents and very attentive towards his little sister. He tells me all about it each night when he calls me on the phone, and it warms my heart to see him so eager and loving. But I do miss him. I visited once over the past few days but other than that, I've kept my distance to resist temptation. After all, Eli needed time to recover, and it's not like we could do anything with his whole family home. I do want to continue things soon though, especially since the new school year is just around the corner. And the thought of sending him off to school with a load in his ass gets me crazy hard. Opportunity comes the weekend before the first week of school. Wesley, in celebration of some sort of work development (I just pretend to understand what he's talking about half the time), he throws a little party. He combines work friends with personal friends and some of Tanya's family to also celebrate the birth of his daughter and makes it a sort of "end of summer" get-together. I'm not particularly one for parties, but Wes wears me down enough for me to reluctantly agree, so when Saturday comes around, I lug a cooler of beers over to Wes's house, making sure to arrive a few hours late. I park on the street since so many people have arrived already. It seems like he's invited his whole workplace, but I recognize a number of people as Tanya's extended family. Wes gets a hold of me and hugs me (already drunk, it seems) and starts introducing me to a ton of people. I don't remember a single person's name, but I shake plenty of hands and smile. After a lot of mingling and pretending to enjoy the beer I was offered, I take over for someone at the grill. Keeps me occupied without having to do interact with too many people. As I'm flipping a few burgers, I notice Ruth nearby, and I call out her name. She lets out a little squeal when she recognizes that it's me before hugging me, almost spilling her beer on me and apologizing profusely. "It's okay," I say with a laugh. "No harm done, I think?" I ask, turning my shirt slightly to see if any got on my back. She runs her hand over my shoulder blade and smiles. "Nice and dry. Sorry." "You don't have to apologize," I say with a smirk, going back to the grill. "I just don't do too well at these sorts of shindigs," she says. "So I'm a few drinks in." I snort. "You seem pretty personable." "Yeah, but I'm more of a one-on-one kind of gal," she says. I grin. "Oh?" "Mhm." She laughs slightly. "Yeah, I always feel... out of place when there are too many people." "You and me both," I mutter, smiling at her. "How are things with you?" "Not bad, not bad," she says. "Raising a dog is like raising Jimmy all over again, but it's fun." I laugh. "He here? Haven't seen him or Eli around." "Oh, I think they're camping out in the house. You know how kids are." We spend a few minutes chatting just the two of us before Wesley comes up to us with a smirk plastered on his face. "He bothering you, Ruth?" "Not totally," she says with a little wink towards me. Wesley just laughs. "These burgers almost done?" he asks me. "Patience, big brother, patience," I say with a smirk. "Make it snappy. I'm starving." He turns to Ruth. "Either of you need another beer?" "I'm good," Ruth says, holding up her drink. "Do you have anything, uh... harder? And less disgusting?" I ask, holding up my nearly-empty bottle. Wes grins. "What do you want?" "Well, what d'you got?" Ruth graciously takes over for me as Wes leads me inside to check out his stash. The first thing he grabs is a dark bottle of scotch. "Aha!" he says, popping it open and grabbing a glass for me. "You'll love this." I watch him pour me a small amount before handing it to me. I swirl it around before taking a decent sip, letting it sit on my tongue for a moment. I grimace. "That's fucking nasty," I say, coughing a little and wiping my mouth. Wesley laughs. "It's authentic." "It's fucking nasty, is what it is," I say, shaking my head. "Just give me normal whiskey, please and thank you." "Where's your sense of adventure?" he asks, corking the scotch and reaching out to grab a bottle of Jameson. "So..." he says, glancing at me with a grin. "You 'n Ruth, huh?" I blush. "What?" "I saw you two chattin' it up over there," he teases. "It's not like that," I say, holding my cup out for him to pour the whiskey. "Uh huh. Whatever you say, little bro. She's a catch, though. Plus... I guarantee you she's good in bed," he says with a grin. "Tanya told me some shit." Just then (almost thankfully), Eli comes running into the kitchen, heading right to the fridge. "There you are," Wesley says, and Eli looks up and gives his dad a little smile. Then, when he notices me, his smile gets exponentially wider. "Uncle Leo!" he says, coming over to hug me. I laugh, patting his back. "I didn't know you were coming." "Your dad made me," I say, glancing at Wes, who just rolls his eyes. He turns to his son. "Where you been? You should be outside. It's nice out." "There are too many people," Eli says, going back to the fridge to rummage for some juice. "And there's a creepy guy out there." Wes looks confused. "Creepy?" "Yeah," Eli says, starting to pour himself a cup. "Jimmy thinks he's a pedophile." I get hot in the face, and Wesley looks a mix between shocked, concerned, and skeptical. He glances at me before looking back at Eli. "What makes him say that?" Eli just shrugs. "I don't know. He looks at us all weird," he says simply. "And he touches us too much." "He touch--" Wesley immediately flares up. "Who the fuck is touching my son?" I know Wesley. Maybe this whole thing isn't really that big a deal. They're kids, after all. But Wesley can easily blow this out of proportion, especially when inebriated. I put a hand on his shoulder. "Wes--" But he shrugs my hand off of him, grabbing Eli's shoulder and turning him around as he squats down in front of him. "Who are you talking about, Eli?" Eli looks nervous. Probably because his dad looks angry. I'm sure he was just making jokes or being playful, or, at the very least, making light of the situation. Now he clearly regrets saying anything. "I don't know." "Elijah--" "I don't know! He looks normal, I guess," he says, his face beet red. Wesley just sighs heavily before standing up and steering his son out of the kitchen. "C'mon." "D-Dad!" I follow them as Eli asks where they're going. "I want you to point him out to me." We end up back outside, where everyone is mostly mingling in small groups, though most of them seem to congregate around the grill. Seems some of the burgers are done, and Ruth is handing them out. I look over at Eli, who's scanning the crowd, looking nervous with his father's fingers digging into his shoulder. Then he looks up at Wesley. "He's talking to Jimmy's mom right now. The really tall guy." Both of us glance over at the man talking to Ruth. He has a plate in his hand and the other hand is in his pocket. "Vince?" Wes asks, sounding confused. I look over. "You know him?" "Yeah, he's a buddy from work," he says. "Dad, you're hurting me," Eli says in a small voice, trying to wiggle away from Wesley's grip. "Oh. Shit, sorry," Wesley says before letting Eli go. Then Wesley turns to me, leaning in a bit. "You're smart. What should I do?" "What do you mean?" I ask, looking concerned. "I don't know. Should I say something?" I cock my head a bit. "I mean, if you confront him, he'll just deny it, right?" Wesley sighs, nodding. "But Eli doesn't make shit up." "I know," I say, glancing back at Vince. Eli was right about him looking normal. He just looks like your typical, run-in-the-mill white dude. Looks good-natured and put together. Maybe a little younger than me. Probably was a frat guy in college, or a jock at least. As I look at him more closely, I wonder if he really was actually being "creepy." I feel inclined to feel mildly hostile towards him, but I have to catch myself. Am I not also a creep? I guess the difference is that Eli likes me. "I wanna punch him the more I look at him," Wesley mutters as we watch Vince walk away from the grill to eat his burger. I sigh. "Let me go talk to Ruth," I say, wishing he had a few less beers. "Don't start shit." Wes just grumbles something before turning back to Eli as I head over to the grill and come up behind Ruth. I put my hand on her back as I stand next to her. "Hey." "Hey!" she says upon recognizing me, smiling. She looks at my empty glass that's still in my hand. "Drank it all already?" "Huh?" I look down and laugh. "Oh. Yeah, no. There was nothing good in there." "Shame. I could use a kick," she says, flipping another round of burgers. "You hungry?" "No, I'm good for right now," I say, leaning in a bit. "Listen. Do you know that guy?" I ask, discreetly gesturing towards Vince. She looks over. "The tall guy?" she asks before I nod. "No, not really. Only met him today. Don't even remember his name, to be honest." "He seem weird to you?" She looks at me skeptically. "Why? What's up?" But I don't respond immediately, because I'm looking right at Vince. He's staring at something, and I can see exactly what it is. Eli. Wesley is squatting down in front of Eli, talking to him sternly (almost aggressively) about something, but I focus on Vince. Am I reading into this? Maybe he's staring off at something else with that weirdly intense and unwavering gaze. But after Eli said he was creepy, that's all I can see. I wonder what he's thinking... "Vince!" Wesley calls out in a threatening tone. Everyone around us looks over in confusion, and I blush in embarrassment. Christ. Wesley is practically charging over. I swear under my breath and set my glass down before hurrying over, brushing past a few people to get by. Of course, I make it too late. All I see is Vince's surprised expression, holding up his hands as if in surrender before Wesley grabs Vince's shirt with one hand and then swings towards his face. Everyone gasps in surprise once Wes's knuckles collide with Vince's nose. A couple guys (me included) rush forward to break up the assault. All I notice is Vince's bloody nose because I focus on Wesley, prying him off of Vince and acting as a barrier between them. He keeps shouting over my shoulder, threatening to call the police if Vince doesn't "get the fuck off my property, you fucking pervert." I'm aware of the confusion that's hanging in the air. No one has a clue as to what's going on, or why Wes attacked Vince. I wonder if even Vince doesn't know. But first things first. I need to calm Wesley down. "Wesley," I say, and he struggles against me. "Wesley! Enough!" I have to borderline slap him to get his attention. He seems to snap out of it, but only slightly. "What the fuck--?" "Time to go." "Leo, if you don't--" "Don't fucking argue with me, Wesley," I say, shoving all my weight into him. He may be bigger, but I can hold my own, and he grunts and grumbles as I push him towards the house. It's a bit of a struggle, but finally, he relents, turning around and letting me usher him into the house. As soon as we're inside, Tanya's coming downstairs, half-pulling on clothes. "What happened?" she asks, confused. "I heard yelling--" "That fucking bastard," Wesley grumbles. "A fight almost broke out," I explain. Tanya looks shocked. "What?! Why?" she asks, glaring at Wesley. "Motherfucking bastard" is all that Wesley says. He's just speaking to himself. Tanya looks at me for an explanation, but I don't really know what to tell her. Honestly, even I don't know why Wesley decided to pounce. I just shrug. Alcohol as a variable makes everything less rational, I suppose. "Honey--" Tanya starts to say to Wesley, but he cuts her off. "We can't trust anyone," Wesley says, looking almost deranged. "Can't trust a single fuckin' man anymore. Except you," he says, looking at me and then jabbing me in the chest with his finger. I wince a bit, and probably blush. Ironic that of all people, he trusts me. "I want everyone out." "Let's relax," I say, putting my hand on his arm. "Why don't you go cool off?" "I don't need to--" "Yes, you need to. Go cool off!" I repeat, being insistent when he gives me a dumbfounded look. "And no more drinking." I nudge him towards the stairs. "This is my damn house, Leo--" he says, flaring up again. "Wesley, if you fight me on this, I swear to God I'll kick your ass," I say, pushing him towards the stairs. He opens his mouth again to speak but I cut him off and just say "Go!" He's reluctant but storms off as if he's throwing a tantrum. I feel a headache coming on, and though Tanya also looks confused, she looks more so exhausted. "I should go check on him," she says softly, sighing heavily and rubbing her forehead as she turns to follow her husband. I sigh heavily, feeling tired myself. That was needlessly stressful. And in a way, somewhat surprising. Wes has acted out of line plenty of times before when drinking, but I thought he moved past that. At least, mostly. But before I can think about it more, I feel a presence near me, and I look down to see Eli by my side. He looks like he's about to cry. "Hey," I say. "You okay?" I ask, running my fingers through his hair. He just shrugs. "Can we leave?" "You want to leave?" "I don't wanna be here." "Why?" I ask. "Is it Vince?" He shakes his head. "Dad." I frown a bit, rubbing his shoulder. "He gets so scary sometimes." I nod, totally understanding where he's coming from. Wesley is just like how my dad was when I was younger, after all. "Alright," I say, deciding he could use a breather. "Maybe we can take a walk or something." "I wanna go to your house," he says, looking up at me eagerly. I smile slightly. "I don't know, kiddo. Maybe if it's alright with your mom." I'd prefer to deal with Tanya right now. "Can you ask?" "Maybe... But she's gonna wanna know what's going on," I say, arching my eyebrow at him. I sit down on the coffeetable in front of him. "What was all that stuff about Vince being a creep?" He shrugs again. "He was just being weird." "You said he touched you," I comment. "Just like my back and my thigh and stuff. And he kinda played with my hair." "Jimmy too?" "Yeah, kinda," he says. "Is that what you told your dad?" I ask, remembering how it looked like Wesley was interrogating Eli before he attacked Vince. "Yeah," he admits, frowning. "But he didn't DO anything. Not really. Plus Jimmy called him a perv when he kept touching us and then he stopped." "He's probably a pervert if he kept touching you like that." "You do worse stuff," he says, and my body immediately feels warm. But when I look over at him, I see that he's smiling slightly. "I know," I say, feeling weirdly embarrassed. "Does that make you a perv too?" I roll my eyes. "So you're okay?" He nods a little. "I think so. I just wanna go to the lake house and get away from Dad," he says with a little smile. "But not to spend time with me?" I say, cocking my eyebrow teasingly. He just laughs a little. "Well duh. I always like spending time with you. You're my boyfriend, silly." I blush a little but smile, kissing his forehead and then standing up. "Go to your room for a bit," I say, nudging his back. "I'm gonna talk to your mom." He groans but relents. "Fine," he says, heading up the stairs much more quickly than me. He disappears into his room and shuts the door, and I head down the hallway towards the master bedroom. I poke my head in. "Tanya?" I ask, hearing the baby moving around in her crib. In the hallway, Wes's office door swings open and closed, and when I turn, I see it's Tanya. "Hey," she says, still looking exhausted. "Where's Eli?" "In his room," I say, pointing down the hall. She nods a little, ushering me into the master bedroom and then shutting the door. "Has he said anything to you? About what happened?" she says in a slightly quiet voice, as if she doesn't want Wes to hear us talking. "We talked a little," I say, rubbing my arm. "I guess Vince was getting handsy but nothing really happened." She looks a little skeptical. "You sure?" "That's what Eli told me," I say, holding my hand up. "So why was Wes telling me there was a pedophile in our house?" "Eli said that his friend called him a perv so I think that's where that notion came from," I explain. I tell her the full story, starting from when Eli had come down into the kitchen. I also tell her that Wesley was relatively drunk already. She rolls her eyes in irritation. "Christ," she says, running her fingers through her hair. "So it was probably blown out of proportion?" I shrug. "It's possible," I say, shifting awkwardly. "Who was that guy anyway?" I ask curiously. "Just some intern from Wes's office," she says, heading over to the crib when Elaine makes a little whining noise. "I've only met him once," she adds as she picks Elaine up and rocks her in her arms, "so I don't really know what to make of... all of this." She looks at me. "Is Eli okay?" "Oh yeah," I say assuredly, nodding. "He's fine. Honestly, he seemed way more upset about... y'know... Wesley," I admit. "Figures," she says, sighing as she sits on the edge of the bed. Elaine reaches for her breasts, so she pulls one out to feed her. "So you don't think it was really a big deal?" she asks pleadingly. I bite my lip once. "I don't think it was anything to really cause concern." She nods. "Okay. That makes me feel a lot better," she says, sighing again. "I'm more willing to trust someone who's not a borderline alcoholic." I wince slightly. "Is his drinking that bad?" "No," she says, frowning. "That was unfair of me to say. It's just... Well, you know how he gets. He overdoes it." I nod. "I understand." She smiles. "Well. Thank you, Leo." "Yeah, of course," I say, smiling slightly. Then I remember what Eli wanted me to ask. "So Eli wanted me to ask if he could stay with me tonight." "Yeah?" she says, thinking it over. "I guess it'd be good for him to get out of the house. It'll take a bit for Wes to calm the hell down," she says with irritation. "You don't mind?" "Not at all," I say with a smile. I help Eli gather some things from his room (where Jimmy is also still hanging out) and have him say goodbye to his mom before we head out. When we get downstairs, I look around outside and notice that Vince is nowhere to be seen. He must have taken the threat seriously. I say goodbye to Ruth (the only person I care to say goodbye to), and she gives me a kiss on the cheek before Eli and I head out. When we get to the lake house, the first thing Eli asks is if there's anything to eat. I'm not particularly hungry, so I just whip him up a quick cold cut sandwich and make myself a smoothie. While he eats at the island, I stand across from him, sipping on my drink and resuming a crossword in the newspaper that I had started earlier. I've never been interested in puzzles (nor newspapers, for that matter), but now that I'm living alone in New England, they suddenly have been interesting lately. Eli speaks up after a minute of silence. "Hey, Uncle Leo?" "What's up, buddy?" I ask, still staring at the paper and trying to figure out this goddamn word. "You don't have an uncle, right?" "Right," I say. "Your dad and I are part of a pretty tiny family." I see him nod a little out of the corner of my eye. "Hey, Uncle Leo?" I smirk slightly. "Yeah?" "Do you think Vince wants to touch me like you do?" I gulp a bit, surprised at the question. I look at him as he wipes mayo off of his lip. Thank God we're alone. "Uhh... I don't know," I say, scratching my head. "I don't know him." I glance at the crossword before asking a question of my own. "Do you want him to?" "Not really," he says with a shrug, taking another bite and chewing slowly. I look at him for a moment before I turn back to the paper. But then he speaks up again. "Hey. Uncle Leo." I roll my eyes, laughing. "What's with all the questions, kid?" He blinks before giggling a bit. "Sorry." I smile. "It's okay, baby," I say, and he blushes slightly, which only makes me grin. "What's up?" "We haven't done sex stuff in a while," he remarks. I arch my eyebrow. "That's true." He focuses on his sandwich for a long while before asking "Can we tonight?" I smile, finding him adorable. "Sure." He finishes up his food and then we clean up a bit before we play a couple games like Yahtzee and Trouble. It feels nice to be the one that Eli wants to spend time with as a reprieve from his father. I don't blame him wanting to get away for a bit. But it's wonderful to see him return to his normal, playful self, considering the mess his words caused (even though that's not his fault). It does make me think about Vince though. I can't get the thought of him staring at Eli out of my head. Maybe that's what I look like when I look at the kid. "What's California like?" Eli asks me mid-turn, breaking me out of my little daydream. "California?" I scratch my chin. "It's beautiful out there. Much different than the East Coast," I say. "Is it always sunny? People say it's always sunny there." He finishes up his turn, so I lean forward to pop the die in the center of the board and then move five spaces. I grin when I land on one of his pieces, to which he reluctantly moves back to the Start position. "Where I was, yeah, mostly. I lived in San Diego," I tell him. "Right near Mexico." "That's cool," he says, nodding as he takes his turn. "Can we go next summer?" "You wanna go to California?" "Yeah. With you." I smile a bit. "That could be fun," I say, waiting for him to finish moving before I take my turn. "But you might hate it. It gets real hot sometimes." He makes a face and then laughs. "What about in the winter? Does it snow there?" "Nope. It's like a nice summer all the time." "That sounds nice," he says, smiling. "You're gonna have to take me." "Or what?" I say with a grin. "I'll break up with you," he says very seriously, and I burst out laughing. We finish up Trouble after a while, to which I narrowly win. He congratulates me with a kiss on the cheek but then tackles me, getting his revenge with tickles. We wrestle around a bit, laughing and playfully jabbing at each other before I let him pin me down. I catch my breath, feeling his boner poking against my stomach while he sits on top of me. I just look at him for a moment until he speaks up. "Can we do sex now?" he asks sweetly. "Have sex," I correct him. He furrows his brows. "HAVE sex? How do you have sex?" I chuckle. "Proper grammar, is all." "That doesn't make sense." I shrug. "That's just how it is, buddy." "Fine. Can we HAVE sex now?" I lick my lips slightly. "We should shower first." He groans, clearly antsy, but I enjoy torturing him a little. He reluctantly hops off of me and I stand up, leading us to the bathroom where we take our time washing each other and playing with each other and kissing. I make sure he's good and clean before we step out, dry off, and head into the bedroom. He gets onto the bed first, looking at me expectantly, and I laugh a little before I lean down and kiss him. I crawl onto the bed to sit and let him climb into my lap as we move our lips against each other's. He's become quite the kisser, and would give a few of my past lovers a run for their money. He's caught on to the subtlety of tongue and how to really make out with someone. It's enough to start getting me boned up. And he notices too. As I get hard, he reaches between us to fondle my cock with both hands, and I groan softly against his lips, letting my own hand wrap around to his back. Once I'm fully hard and he's played with it a little, he starts to take charge. He pulls away from my lips and then pushes a hand against my chest to signal for me to lie down. I do so, resting back but hitching myself up by my elbows as I watch Eli slide off my lap. Immediately, his mouth goes right for my cock. I moan softly, closing my eyes for a moment to relish in the sensation of his lips and tongue. I missed this. And he clearly did too, because he's going at it as best he can. I look down and watch him bob up and down at a good speed, his drool sliding down my shaft and over my balls. I shift on my hip slightly so that I can reach down and run my fingers through his hair. He responds with a little moan as he looks up at me, and I just smile at him, letting him keep up his good work. I guide him a little deeper, making my cock hit the back of his throat a few times. When I hear him gag, I let him pull back and take a breather, laughing slightly. "That's hard," he says. I don't know if he means difficult or if he's talking about my cock, but regardless, the response to both is the same. "Yeah," I say with a chuckle, taking a hold of my cock and stroking it slowly. I tap his chin with it, which makes him laugh before he sticks out his tongue and lets me slap the head on it. Fuck, he's so cute. "C'mere," I say, beckoning him back on top of me. He grins and climbs over me again, letting me kiss him when he gets close enough. I hum against his lips slightly, letting both of my hands slide down to his ass before I grip and then pull him up my body more. I slide him up to my chest and, as he sits up, I lean forward and take his cock into my mouth. He lets out a happy humming noise as I pleasure him, and I make sure to envelope his whole boy cock with my mouth. My tongue roams all around his pecker while also slipping past my lips to give his balls a few good licks. As I blow him, I feel his fingers gripping my hair tightly, but I don't mind. I let him tug on me as hard as he wants. When my neck starts to get a little tired, I pull back, resting the back of my head on the bed and looking up at him with a smile. I move my hand to his crotch and gently fondle him as he looks down at me, adjusting his glasses. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks. I just smile softly. "I just like lookin' at my boyfriend." He blushes but giggles. "You're weird." "How does that make me weird?" "It just does," he says, scratching at my facial hair gently. "You're weird, AND you're a perv." Now I blush. But at the same time, my cock twitches. "Maybe." "Definitely," he says with a decided nod. "Fine. Definitely," I say, quickly flipping him over onto his back with me on top of him before he can do anything. He laughs in surprise, pushing his hands against my chest to keep me away, but I grab his arms and pin him down. "Let me go," he says with a grin, squirming slightly. "No," I say, leaning down and kissing his neck, hearing him let out a little "Mmf!" sound. "I'm a perv, remember?" "The biggest... mmmng!... perv... ever..." he lets out as I give him slow, deep, sensual neck kisses. He's ticklish here, but at the same time, he gets very into it. He's trying hard not to squirm too much. Not like he can go anywhere. I have him in my grip. I move my lips lower, kissing across his collarbone and then taking one of his nipples into my mouth. I feel my cock throb when he lets out one of those beautiful, boyish cries of his. I look up at him, smiling and then letting go of his hands. I keep my own hands on either side of his shoulders as I hover over him. "I wanna fuck you again, Eli," I say. He blushes, looking up at me once before focusing on my chest as he thinks about it. "I don't know," he says, playing with my chest hair lightly. "Didn't you like it last time?" He shrugs. I figured he'd be hesitant. Even though he started to enjoy it somewhat towards the end, it was a tough ride. Which is why I recently went out and bought some poppers, specifically for this. "I have some special stuff to make it easier this time," I tell him. "But only if you want to." He looks up at me curiously. "Special stuff?" "Yeah. It'll help you relax. And it'll make it not hurt as much." He bites his lip. "Will it still hurt though?" "I don't know," I say honestly. "Maybe a little. But it'll be much easier, and it'll feel ten times better." I let him mull it over for a while. He looks reluctant still. "Promise?" he asks me. I smile. "Promise," I say, leaning down and giving him a peck on the lips. The promise seems to do the trick, and he smiles and nods, and my cock thanks him. I move off the bed to grab both the lube and the small bottle of poppers from my nightstand before I come back. I crawl between his legs and lift them up, and he smiles down at me in anticipation for what he knows is about to happen. As I push his legs back, I expose his ass, letting that perfect little hole come into view, looking just as beautiful and untouched as the first time I saw it. I lick my lips before leaning down and giving him a long swipe of my tongue. He shivers in pleasure, moaning softly as he strokes himself. I keep at it slowly at first before gradually increasing in speed, giving him lots of tongue and kisses until his hole is constantly twitching for me. I spit right onto that little opening and then rub at it with my middle finger before very gently easing forward. He tenses, so I relax him by pulling my finger away and replacing it with my tongue. That, I can ease my way into him, which makes him groan loudly. After a while, I try my finger again, and this time, he accepts it. He's tight as fuck still, and he whimpers when I work my middle finger in an inch, but I can gently work it back and forth. He's still rapidly stroking himself, his eyes closed and glasses slightly askew. I lean down and kiss his balls as I ease my finger in deeper, working him nicely, when all of a sudden, his body shifts and tenses as he cums. I grin a bit, feeling his hole clamp tight on my finger as some liquid spurts from the tip of his dick and onto his belly. Flushed, he relaxes for a moment before quickly regaining his breath. "You made a mess," I say, cocking my chin towards the cum on his body. He bites his lip before wiping some of it up on his fingers. Then, before I can react, he leans forward and wipes some across my cheek. Instinct tells me to pull away, so I recoil, slapping his hand away and laughing. "Now you're a mess," he says, sticking out his tongue. "That was rude," I say, wiping it off my face with a grin before gripping his hips and flipping him over. I give his butt a playful little slap and he yelps before giggling at me. I grope his ass, practically kneading his soft, full cheeks before I spread them apart to get another look at his hole. My cock is aching to be inside him, so I grab the lube and pour a little between his cheeks. I rub it in with my fingers and work my middle finger back into him. He arches his back automatically so that it goes in more comfortably, and I finger-fuck him slowly until he's coated with lube. Then, I lube up my cock generously. It's fucking throbbing, eager for round two, and I take a breath to relax before getting behind Eli. I grab his hips and pull his ass against my cock, watching my shaft slide between his cheeks. I look fucking huge. The size difference is incredible to me still. I slap my dick right against that boy-pussy of his before giving it a few gentle, teasing strokes with my thumb. Wanting to see if he can handle it without the poppers, I reach down and grip my cock. This isn't the best position for him, but he looks so hot right now that I have to try. I rub the slick head of my cock against his little hole before pushing forward. He resists, sliding away from me, but I grip his hip tight to keep him in place. After enough force, the head slides into him. He's relatively quiet, just whimpering slightly. So far so good. I ease deeper, and deeper still, and God he feels so good. So perfectly snug. But he tenses when I get pretty deep and, with a whiny moan, he shifts enough for his hole to push my cock out. My dick is expelled from him with a wet, sloppy noise, and I grunt slightly. "It feels better on my back," he says, looking back at me. "Okay," I say, rubbing his butt once before helping him get into a more comfortable position. I roll him onto his back and get between his legs, lifting them up and nudging my cock around his hole again. I have to hold his leg back for his hole to open up enough for my cock to get back in. I moan, getting a little deeper much more quickly. I watch the head of my cock disappear, followed by another few inches until I'm halfway buried in him. Now he's whimpering more, trying to pull away. "Uncle Leo..." he groans. "Shhh," I say, rubbing his back. "You got this." "It still hurts," he says, tensing up. "Just relax," I tell him, reaching to grab the bottle of poppers. I twist open the cap. "I have just the thing. Here," I say, leaning over him and holding the bottle near his face. "Just take a small sniff, okay?" He looks at the bottle skeptically. "Really?" "Yeah. Just a little." He's small. He doesn't need a lot. He hesitates before leaning forward and taking a decent whiff of the stuff. His nose twitches as he adjusts to the smell before he blinks a few times. The effect is almost immediate. I can feel his hole relaxing around me -- still tight, but enough where it's not constricting, which is good for him. I close the bottle and toss it back on the bed. "How's it feel?" I ask. He lets out a breath before saying "Better." Good enough for me. I push forward, listening to his moans ring in my ears a little more. Maybe it's just me, but they sound like they're coming from a place of pleasure. I lick my lips, starting to rock my hips. I go slow, not wanting to cum too soon because the way his hole is making me feel would certainly elicit that response. I swear softly, letting go of his legs and holding myself up on either side of him. He looks up at me as I thrust, eyes wide, his eyebrows furrowed up in the middle and his mouth hanging open. "You feel so fucking good, baby," I tell him, and he clutches onto one of my arms in response. I feel his legs wrap around me a little more, and whether or not it's his intention, I take that as a signal for "More." I thrust a little harder. He grunts, clutching onto me more tightly, but the poppers really seemed to do the trick. I try to test his limits, gradually picking up the pace and giving him a little more of my cock. He doesn't complain. I want to go harder, but I make the mistake of looking down between us to watch the penetration. Between that and the sight of his rock hard cock, I can't hold it in any longer. I have to cum. It hits me quickly, just like last time, and I feel the cum building rapidly before I finally reach orgasm. I moan out loudly, still thrusting into him as I cum, but my cock slips out of his hole during one of the pullbacks. I quickly reach down and stroke myself, emptying the rest of what seems to be an impressive load all over Eli's lower body. I have to blink a few times because I'm practically seeing stars, my body still twitching every few seconds from that powerful orgasm. I let out a deep breath and look down at Eli, who's focused on running his fingertips into the ropes of cum I left on his body. "Sorry," I say, laughing slightly. "More mess." "It's okay," he says with a little giggle. "I like it. I like making you feel good, Uncle Leo." It's both a heartwarming and sexy sentiment. I lean down and kiss his forehead, and he tilts his head up on his own accord so that I can kiss his lips. I smile against his lips, holding the kiss for a few moments before I pull back. I sit up between his legs, checking him out. "Did that feel better this time?" I ask. "Way better," he says almost animatedly. "What is that stuff?" "They're called poppers." "Like popcorn?" "No," I say with a laugh. "I don't know why they're called poppers." Eli just shrugs, rubbing my cum on his cock. "I like them. They make me feel all fuzzy though," he says, waving his hand a bit. "But it made me relax, like you said." "I promised you, didn't I?" I say with a smile, rubbing his thigh. "Yeah," he says, smiling back at me. We share a soft moment just gazing at each other before he speaks up. "Can you make me cum now?" I snort, trying not to laugh too much. I just nod, moving his hand out of the way and replacing it with my own. "Gladly."