Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2019 15:59:03 -0500 From: RJ Subject: Little Me Chapter 7 Little Me by RJ This multi-part fiction involves the developing sexual relationship between an adult and a minor -- specifically an uncle and his young nephew. If you have any comments about my work, or even just want to chat, please don't hesitate to message me. And always, please support Nifty in any way you can. ***MAILING LIST***: If you would like to be added to my mailing list to receive emails when my stories are updated, let me know. ~ CHAPTER 7 ~ With the end of summer comes a few changes -- namely Eli starting up school again. We try and see each other as often as possible, but it's limited even more now because I've gotten a job as a carpenter. I love Wes, but his offer to work at his office has always been incredibly unappealing. The corporate life is not for me, so when I met a good group of guys who were looking for an extra pair of hands, I jumped on board. Turns out I'm better at carpentry than I expected to be. I'm efficient, meticulous, and proactive (all words I've received by my boss over the past few weeks), and I learn pretty quickly so I got the hang of things almost right off the bat. I just think back to my artistic days when I'm at work. Approach each situation creatively, like I'm making art. It makes things much more interesting. I become buddy-buddy with the guys I work regularly with. The six of us have become sort of a well-oiled machine, and after a few smaller projects, we make significant progress on a house (building from the foundation up) just over the course of two days. It's hard work, but the anticipation of seeing the final product is rewarding enough. And of course, the pay is as motivating as anything could be. Eli seems to think my new job is pretty cool. When I stop by for dinner on my way home one night, he hugs me and says "You smell like sawdust still" while wrinkling his nose a bit but smiling softly at me. When I told him I was going to start constructing a house from scratch a few days ago, he looked amazed. He asks me all about how far we've gotten today, if the people who contracted us are happy with it so far, if anyone's gotten injured yet. He's terribly curious to see the site, too, so after getting permission from his mom during dinner ("Watch out for nails please!"), I bring him by. "Woah," he says when I park the car in the yard. Tanya was right to be cautious, but nails are the least of our worries. There's an abundance of power tools and pitfalls. It's definitely a little dangerous for Eli to be wandering around on the actual site, especially when it's nearly dark, so we step outside and just lean against the front of my truck. He gets in front of me and rests his back against me. I smile, draping one arm over his shoulder and rubbing his chest slowly. "You built all this?" "Not on my own, but yeah," I say, smiling. He finds the skeleton fascinating, and his creative mind quickly goes to work; he starts imaginatively constructing the rest of the house out loud. He has plenty of suggestions for what paint to use, what materials should be implemented, what the rooms should be themed as... "I wanna live in a house like this one day," Eli says. I chuckle. "What, with the astronomy tower and everything?" "Yeah," he says with a giggle before looking up at me. "You can live with me." I smile slightly. "Yeah? who else?" I ask. But he just shakes his head. "Just you." I smile at him, feeling a rush of affection towards him. "It's too big for just the two of us." "We'll get dogs, then," he suggests, and I laugh. I tousle his hair a bit and he giggles, slapping my hand away. "Guess we'd have to get married," I tease, which makes him laugh even harder. "Ew," he says, but he leans back against me more as I hold him. "When are you gonna tell me about school?" I ask, looking down at him. I've asked him to tell me how things are going, but he just keeps asking about me instead. He shrugs. "It's good," he says. "Kinda boring, but it's nice seeing my friends again." "No interesting subjects?" I ask. "Not really," he says. That's probably it. If Eli finds something interesting, he'll be enthusiastically on top of it. But if it bores him, there's no hiding it. "Not yet, at least," he adds. He starts talking about a couple minor topics that he knows will be addressed in some of his classes. It's nice to see him talk excitedly about the prospect of learning new things. That's always how he's been. He just wants to know and understand as much as he possibly can. It's an attitude that I hope he carries with him throughout the rest of his life. With his teen years practically just around the corner, I'm a little wary. Sometimes kids lose their drive, or their imagination, or their natural curiosity, or their dreams because of all the physical, emotional, and social changes they start to face. I hope Eli's not one of those kids. We chat at length about school before I figure it's time to bring him back home. I only said we'd be out for a little bit, but now the sun has set completely. It's dark. So I usher him back into the truck while I hop into the driver's side, slide the keys into the ignition, and bring the truck back to life. Then, out of nowhere: "Can I suck your dick before we go home?" Eli is the king of making me laugh while simultaneously making me horny. He's so blunt when it comes to these things now. If he's in the mood to fool around, he has no problem asking for what he wants. "Can you masturbate me?" "Can you suck mine?" "Can I play with your dick?" "Can you do that thing you do with your fingers?" "Can you fuck me again?" And the way he says it is never out of flirtation and has no hint of sultriness to it. Just plain and simple inquisition: Can we have sex? It's sort of cute how casual he is about it. Sometimes I'll say no just to listen to the whiny way he says "Please?" when I deny him. "Where do you wanna go?" I ask. He shrugs. "Right here?" I blink, looking around. It's public, that's for sure. But not so public that anyone would notice unless they came right up to the truck. Still, it's risky. "I don't know, buddy," I say, scratching my head as I check our surroundings. We've never done anything outside of our respective residences. "Please?" he asks, sliding closer to me. I look at him and know I can't resist those big, pleading eyes of his. I smile slightly before sighing. "Fine." He grins as I cut the ignition and undo my belt, still looking around the area. It's pretty dark (the area is vaguely lit by the full moon). But if we're careful, this could be hot. I fish my cock from my boxers and pull it out, and Eli immediately goes down on me. I moan gently as he bends over and takes my soft cock into his mouth, sucking and gently tugging on it with his lips. I rest my hand on his back, closing my eyes for a moment to just enjoy his little mouth. He's getting me hard, and fast. He even groans around my cock the bigger I get, but he keeps at it, working his tongue and even taking me into his throat as much as he can handle. "Atta boy," I say softly. He bobs up and down smoothly, moving his head in different directions. He's been trying new techniques ever since we started watching porn together. Even though a lot of the movements in porn are unnecessary and really just for show, it's almost cute seeing Eli try what he's seen. He gets so into it. I watch closely, seeing the head of my cock peek out from his lips every time he slides back up to the tip before disappearing in his eager mouth. I swear softly under my breath. The sounds of him slurping and sucking, the sight of him relishing in it, the feel of his little tongue... Kills me every time. I rest my hand on his back, rubbing it gently until I make my way lower. I grab at one of his cheeks, and he arches his back ever so slightly. I give it a firmer squeeze, biting my lip as I watch him slobber on my shaft a bit. I can feel the spit sliding down to the base. As Eli works, I grope him gently. Damn, it'd be hot to fuck him in here. But that's too much. Plus, I'm close already. "Almost there, kiddo," I say, giving his hair a little stroke. He pulls off my cock with a little wet "Pop!" noise and takes a hold of my dick, stroking it slowly. Whereas I love his fingers, when I'm close to orgasm, I need to take over. So I reach down and replace his hand with my own, jerking off while he holds his mouth open for me. He extends his tongue and licks the tip a few times, looking up at me through his glasses every so often until finally, I reward him. I grunt, tensing my legs as I pull him back onto my cock and start filling his mouth. He grunts in surprise, and as I'm cumming more and more, he coughs, my load spurting out of his mouth. It makes a mess of my crotch. A sticky mix of cum and spit coats my cock and pubes as I pull him off, panting slightly and swearing under my breath. "Sorry," Eli says after swallowing whatever's in his mouth. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand. "No, you're okay," I tell him, catching my breath. Shit. I don't have napkins or anything. But Eli leans down and starts lapping up the cum. I'm still 75% hard watching him slurp at the little pools of cum or lap at my shaft, exploring for every last bit of seed. He definitely learned this from a porno. This is quite a slutty move, even for him. When I'm mostly cleaned up, he pulls away, sitting up on his knees and smiling bashfully. I give him a smile too. He starts sliding away, heading back to his seat, but I stop him. "Hey," I say. "Where you goin'?" He looks at me all confused before I say "Gimme a kiss." He grins a little before coming back over to me, putting a hand on my shoulder as he leans in and presses his lips against mine. I snake a hand around his waist, sharing a long, deep, sensual kiss with my nephew. I can taste myself on his warm lips. I can smell me on his breath. It's quite sexy. Enough to make my cock twitch again. When we're done kissing, I zip myself up and take him back home, feeling immensely pleased. Nothing like a good blowjob from a cute kid at the end of a long day to relax you. I wasn't really planning on heading inside, but Eli begs because he made cupcakes that I promised I'd try. So I head inside to test out the cupcakes (which are delicious) and also stumble into a conversation with Eli and Tanya while she feeds the baby. We end up chatting long enough for Wes to come home, which draws out the conversation even more. A few hours (and several beers) later and suddenly, it's nearly midnight, and I'm being chastised by Tanya for considering driving home. I relent, not wanting to argue, and accept the "offer" to crash on the couch for the night. It's honestly a blessing though, because as soon as I take my jeans off and lie down, I'm out like a light. "Eli!" I jolt awake at the sudden shouting. I hear someone practically stomping down the stairs as I blink the sleep out of my eyes. The hell is going on? "What the fuck are you doing?" I hear Wes say. He sounds pissed. I rub one of my eyes with my fist as I sense Wes come into the living room. When I can see clearly, I watch as Wes grabs at Eli's arm. He looks scared, and he's red in the face like when he gets embarrassed. It takes me a second to realize why. While Wes berates his son, I notice something: my dick is out. My morning wood is sticking out of my fucking fly. I hear Wes say "You know DAMN well you're not supposed to do that! What the fuck is wrong with you?" and I suddenly understand what's going on. Eli must have been touching me in my sleep. I quickly stuff my hard-on into my boxers, sitting up. "Wes," I say, but he doesn't hear me over his yelling, so I reach out and grab his arm. "Wes! Don't yell at him." He rounds on me. "Don't yell at him? He's being a fucking little pervert, of course I'm gonna yell at him." He gives Eli's arm a tighter squeeze, and the boy whimpers. "First he's diddling himself at the fucking dinner table all the damn time and now I gotta deal with--" "He's just a kid," I say, trying my best to keep a level voice as I stand up and pry Eli's arm from Wes's grip. It takes some effort, but I manage. "Go to your room, Eli," I say to him. Wesley is not having it. "Don't fucking tell my kid--" "--what to do, I know, I know," I say as Eli runs away. Wes is furious still, watching Eli sprint up the stairs to find refuge in his room. "Yelling at him isn't going to help." "So I'm just supposed to let it slide?!" he demands, bewildered. "That's not what I'm saying," I say, putting my hand on his shoulder. "He knows better, Leo!" "He's probably just curious," I say as Wes starts running his hands through his hair. He's calming down a bit, very slowly, but he lets out another angered comment. "Or he's a fucking faggot." I roll my eyes. "Nice," I say sarcastically. I've never known Wesley to be that homophobic. But at the same time, I've never really known him to be tolerant either, never mind accepting. He just shrugs slightly as he closes his eyes. Maybe this is an anger management technique. But he also must remember even OUR curiosity. I distinctly remember both of us peeking at our own dad when he would hop out of the shower. He sighs a bit after a long pause before looking at me. "He knows he's not supposed to do shit like that, Leo. He knows." I bite my lip a bit. Maybe it'd be good to throw Eli under the bus a little. "He told me he found some of your tapes a while back." He blinks. "Tapes? What tapes?" "Your porn tapes." He closes his eyes and groans. "Fucking damn it." "I'm telling you, he's just... inquisitive," I say, hoping he'll buy the explanation. He seems to, because Wes has softened significantly. "I guess," he says, sighing heavily through his nose. "I don't know what to do, man." "Just talk to him, maybe," I say, but I almost immediately regret that idea. Where it'd be nice for Wes and Eli to actually get along, it's probably best (for me) that they keep their distance, especially around the topic of sex. But luckily, Wes doesn't seem too keen on that idea. "I don't know how to talk to him, Leo," he says. "He's not like me." "He's eleven," I say. "Yeah, so? He's still not like me. He's not GONNA be like me. He's like you." I squint slightly. Why did that feel like an insult? But I disregard it. "Maybe if you just--" "Why don't you fucking talk to him?" he interrupts, suddenly flaring up again. "He likes you better than me." I blink. "Um. I guess--" "Good," he says, thinking the matter is settled. He rubs his face before heading towards the kitchen. "I need a drink." Seriously? "It's eight in the morning," I say. "It's a joke," he says in an irritated tone before disappearing around the corner. I sigh. That could have been way worse, I suppose. Though what was he thinking? A little bold of him to be messing around with me with his parents just one floor above us. I pull on my jeans and head upstairs to talk to Eli. His door is closed, so I knock a couple of times. "Eli? It's me." I wait, but there's no response. "I'm coming in, okay?" I say before turning the knob and letting myself in. He's curled up on his bed under the blankets. I sigh slightly, shutting the door behind me and coming over to the bed. I sit on the edge and rub his shoulder from over the blanket. "Hey." He turns his head and looks at me, and I notice that he was definitely crying a little. His eyes are somewhat red and watery. "You okay?" He nods slightly before facing me fully. He sniffles a bit. "Yeah." "Your dad wanted me to talk to you," I tell him. "Am I in trouble?" he asks. Honestly, I'm not entirely sure. "Well, he's not happy," I say with a sigh. "Eli, what were you thinking? We both could have gotten in big trouble." "I'm sorry," he says. "I was just bored waiting for you to wake up." Maybe he was feeling a little bold after last night. But then he says "And I wanted to do something nice." I smile slightly. Funny that "doing something nice for Uncle Leo" means waking me up with head. "That's... sweet of you," I say, holding back a laugh. "But you can't do that when we're not alone. You know that." He nods a bit, looking down at his fingers. "Sorry." "It's okay," I say, stroking his hair affectionately. "I had to tell your dad that you found his porn, though." He looks up at me with wide eyes. "Why?!" "Because I had to tell him something so that he wouldn't be too angry." Not completely the truth, but it is honest. And it seems to calm Eli down a bit. Guess he understands where I'm coming from. "I don't think he'll yell at you for that," I say. "He knows it's his fault for not keeping them out of reach." "I guess," he says in a small voice. I sigh a bit, resting my hand on top of one of his. "You know I love you right?" Eli looks up at me and then smiles, nodding. "Yeah." "Good." I bring his hand to my lips and kiss it, and he laughs slightly. I give his knuckles a stroke of my thumb before checking the time and then patting his thigh. "I should get to work." "No!" he says, lunging forward to grab my arm. "Stay with me." "Eli, I gotta--" "Please?" he says pleadingly. I sigh. "I can't, buddy. I gotta work all day." He looks disappointed, so I try to cheer him up a bit. "How about I come by after work?" He immediately smiles. "Can I stay with you at the lake house?" I bite my lip. It'd be nice, but I don't want Wes to think it's suspicious. "I'll ask your dad," I say, not wanting to make promises. I give him a kiss before heading back downstairs, debating what to say to Wes. I first consider asking if I could shower, but there's no point if I'm going right to work. I do need to borrow a shirt though. I could ask for one and then segue way into plans with Eli. Wes comes to the bottom of the stairs when he hears me coming down. "Well?" he asks. Was he just waiting for me? "What?" "What did he say?" I shrug. "Did you want me to ask something specific?" He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, how about, 'Hey Eli, why were you pulling my dick in my sleep?'" When Wes sees the look I'm giving him, he sighs and relaxes. "Sorry. I'm just... Sorry." "He's scared of you, you know," I tell him. He looks genuinely surprised at this information, which in turn surprises me. "You're always yelling at him or putting him down." He tries to go on the defensive. "No I'm fucking not." I just glare at him until he admits the truth. He relents. "Alright fine, maybe I'm tough on him. But I'm his damn parent. And it's not my fault that he's not--" But I cut him off. I don't want to hear excuses. "That he's not like you?" That shuts him up. "He's your son, Wesley. Try giving him a chance for once." Wesley just runs his fingers through his hair, looking around the room as if a fly is buzzing around. "Anyway, he asked if he could stay the night. With me." He doesn't even look at me. Just the railing. He nods a bit. "Figures," he says before starting to head up the stairs, right past me. I look at him as he leaves. "Is that a yes, or...?" "Yeah. Sure. Whatever." He sounds upset rather than irritated. Which is fine to me. He needs to think about how he treats Eli. I sigh heavily, already exhausted and I haven't even gotten to work yet. I grab anything I may have brought and just settle with wearing the same outfit from yesterday before I head out the door. I'm eager to get home at the end of the day (partly to see Eli, but mostly because I desperately need a shower), but the guys convince me to at least grab one drink after our shift to celebrate the birth of Bernie's daughter. So I tag along. We head over to one of the nearest and more popular bars in town that still has that old-timey feel to it. I pick up a round of beers for us all and, them being a bit rowdier than most folks, they eagerly clink our glasses together. "To Bernie!" we cheer, sharing laughs and guzzling down our drinks after a hard day's labor. We all make good use of a table, sharing in loud conversation. After I finish my first beer, I head over to the bar to get a refill. That's when I see him. Vince. He's at the end of the bar, stirring his near-empty drink with his finger. As I look at him, I find myself intrigued. The hostility is gone and has been replaced with sheer curiosity. Was I right about him those some odd weeks ago? It's been a decent amount of time since that party where Wes attacked him. The bartender slides the beer over to me and I take a sip, still glancing at Vince a bit. Fuck it. What do I have to lose? I head over and sit next to him. "Need another drink?" Vince looks at me curiously before shrugging. "I probably shouldn't," he says, smiling sadly as he lifts his glass. "This is my fifth." "Maybe take a breather then," I say with a smile, taking a sip from my beer. "Ah, but where's the fun in that?" he says, scratching his face. "I could just run through my savings here." He proceeds to pull out a few bills from his pocket, but I stop him. "I'll get this one," I say, passing him a ten. "Hey, good man," he says with a toothy grin, calling over the bartender and ordering "another round for Vinny!" "No job or something?" I ask. "Nope," he says. "I quit. Had to. It's not that bad, honestly," he assures me. "I have plenty saved. But it's hard to find work now. And I really, really, really liked that job." His drunkenness is starting to show. Maybe I can probe more easily. "I'll bet," I say, wondering what I should say. "What do you do, big guy?" he asks just as the bartender hands him his next drink. Vinny shifts his posture a bit to glance at me better. He squints slightly. Does he recognize me? It's not like we were properly introduced. "Construction," I say, nodding towards my coworkers. "Working on a house in town." "Ah, right on, right on," he says, nodding. He squints a little more. He definitely recognizes me. "You from around here?" "Uh. Yeah. Been here a while," I say, leaning against the bar. "You look familiar." He totally slurs the word "familiar" and I have to make sure I don't laugh out loud. Might as well introduce myself and get it over with. "We've never officially met," I say, outstretching my hand. "I'm Leo." I pause before adding "Wesley's brother." His eyes go a little wide and he looks immediately embarrassed, snatching his hand out of mine. "Look, man, I didn't touch those boys," he says, his eyes darting around the bar. "I know," I say immediately, wanting him to calm down. "I... Really?" he says, looking terribly awkward. "Well... I mean, my nephew says you did," I say, but I stop him before he interrupts me. "But I'm sure it was nothing." He swallows. "Yeah. Was nothing, man." "You know how kids are," I add with a shrug. "Yeah. Right." He bites his lip before slouching slightly, sighing. "Sorry. I just thought you'd be... I don't know, finishing what Wesley started." I roll my eyes. "I'm not like Wesley." I'm surprised by the bitterness in my voice, but Wes has been irritating the fuck out of me with his aggressive behavior. He stares at me before seeming to draw the same impression of me. "No, you don't seem like it." "I'm sorry," I say. "For how my brother acted." "It's okay," he says, waving me off. "Parents are... Parents are protective and all." I don't know why I'm talking to him, because I don't know what I want from this interaction. I don't want to fight him. I don't want to out him so forwardly (if I'm even right about that). And if I am right, it's not like I want him to do things with Eli. Eli himself has confirmed that he only likes "playing" with me so I wouldn't want to make him uncomfortable either. I think it's just the companionship, if that's even the right word. The fact that we have a similar interest. Something we could talk about. I think that's it. It reminds me vaguely of that guy I chatted with online over the summer, where I had that sudden urge to tell him everything I was thinking and fantasizing about and to hear him say "Fuck man, that's hot" in response. I wonder what he's up to. But obviously I'm not going do that right now. "For sure," I say, patting his shoulder a bit. "I should get back to the guys, but. It was nice meeting you under slightly better circumstances." He looks at me before he starts to laugh. It's a slow build too. Just starts with a chuckle before he's laughing harder. "Maybe if I see you again, I'll be sober." "I'll hold you to that," I say with a smile, lifting my drink before turning back to the guys. I can feel his eyes on me for a bit but I ignore him for now. Now that we're introduced and not on hostile terms, maybe I can figure out a way to talk to him again. But that'll be for later. When I head over to pick Eli up, Tanya's the one who greets me instead of Wes. Apparently he hasn't been home all day after they had a fight about what happened with Eli this morning. Turns out she said similar things to what I said. That he's probably just curious, that puberty is a strange time for boys, that he probably acted out because he left his "stupid porn collection" out as if asking for Eli to stumble across it... Guess we're on the same page. He wasn't happy, so he left to get some air. Whatever that means. "Can I ask a favor?" she starts to say as Eli runs back upstairs. In his haste to shower and pack, he forgot his toothbrush upstairs. "Sure," I say, crossing my arms. "Can you have the talk with him? You know. The talk." My eyebrows raise as it clicks. "Oh." I almost laugh. "Me? Really?" "He's comfortable with you, and he trusts you. And we all know Wesley won't, and it's better you than me since you're a man and all that." I smile slightly. If only she knew how much he knows already. I'm still surprised she's letting him sleep over with me. I guess she trusts that I'll lay down the law. But I just nod. "I'll try." The sentiment is admittedly nice, but the irony is still humorous to me even as I'm driving Eli and myself to the lake house. The boy takes notice after a while. "What's so funny?" Eli asks me. I glance at him before turning back to the road. "Your mom wants me to give you the talk." "The talk?" "About the birds and the bees." "Huh?" Out of the corner of my eye, I see him shift a bit. "Like... sex and babies and stuff?" "Yeah." Eli snorts. "I already know all of that." "I know," I say, smiling. "And then some. But if she asks, you learned all about it tonight. K?" "K," he says with a little smile. He loves our little secrets. After a pause, he asks something. "What if I have more questions?" "Then God save us all," I mutter before looking at him. He's just smiling at me. "What do you wanna know?" "Did you ever make a baby?" I'm surprised. I thought the question would be... sexier, I suppose. "Uh..." I start to think back to my ex. We did try. She really wanted to be a mother. But it just wasn't in the cards for us. "No." "Really?" Eli asks. "Do you want to?" I laugh a little. "I think I'm okay." "You don't wanna be a dad?" I smile. "I'm fine with how things are right now," I tell him before looking at him. "What about you? Do you wanna be a dad some day?" He shrugs. "Maybe," he says. "Does it have to be with a girl?" I raise my eyebrow slightly. "No. There are options. Adoption, surrogates..." I glance at him curiously. "Why?" In response he just shrugs. I wonder if Eli is gay. Do kids really know what their sexuality is at such a young age? I suppose he could, at the very least, have a bias. I decide to inquire further. "Do you think about girls ever?" He looks at me. "What do you mean?" "Like, sexually." I decide to not really beat around the bush much. "Does it turn you on?" He still looks confused. "I don't get it." I sigh a little. "I mean... Hm. The stuff we do together, have you ever thought about doing that with a girl?" "Oh," he says, pushing up his glasses. "Sometimes." I wait for him to explain more, but he offers nothing further. "What about other boys?" "Sometimes," he repeats. This isn't helping me understand. "Do you think you like girls or boys better?" "Like-like?" I smile. So childish of a term. "Yeah." "I don't know, Uncle Leo," he says. "I just like you." Why am I blushing? Because he put the emphasis on "you"? And why am I always so caught off-guard when he says something cute like that? I just smile slightly. This kid makes ME feel like a kid again. When we get to the lake house, Eli immediately suggests we watch a movie as he drops his bags and heads straight for the cabinet to search for popcorn. I laugh a little. I'm fine with watching a movie, but I'm desperate for a shower, so I tell him he can make popcorn and get a movie set up for us while I clean myself up. I make sure not to take too long. After a nice hot shower, I step out and dry myself off, feeling clean and refreshed. I gather up my dirty clothes and head out of the bathroom. When I open the door, I'm surprised to find Eli standing there. Totally naked. Peering up at me. I laugh slightly. "What are you doing?" But instead of answering my question, he reaches out and takes my hand. Confused, I let him tug me into the living room while I hold my clothes and damp towel in a bundle with one arm. He leads me straight to the couch and has me sit down. So I do. I put the clothes and towel on the couch beside me, looking at Eli curiously. He grabs something off of the coffee table and my eyebrows arch. It's lube. He climbs onto my lap, facing me with a little smile as he sets the lube down and then immediately goes for my cock. I grunt slightly as I feel his fingers working me over. "Eli," I say with a half-grin, "what's going on?" He shrugs but still has that little smile on his face, his eyes are fixed on my cock. I bite my lip a bit, studying his expression before I look down and watch my member harden in his grip. Once I'm rock solid, he grasps the lube, flicks open the cap, and pours some onto my dick. He does a little too much, so his grip is extra slippery and his strokes are much louder, but I smile slightly. Maybe this is part of his "doing something nice for Uncle Leo." But then he shifts forward more. He lifts himself up and reaches back. It looks like he's rubbing his hole with his lubed-up fingers. Now my eyebrows are raised even more. Guess he just wants to fuck. And without foreplay? I watch as he slides forward, holds my cock up, and then tries to sit on it. I reach over and hold his sides. "What are you doing?" I say with a slight laugh. "I wanna fuck," he says in that cute little voice of his. I grunt slightly, feeling the head of my cock press insistently against his hole. "I mean, yeah, but... What about the poppers?" We haven't yet done anal without them before. "I wanna try it without them," he says, biting his tongue in determination. This isn't exactly the best position for this, probably, but I let him do his thing. I just hold onto him as he targets my cock and pushes down on it. Finally, the head slips into him, stretching out that silky hole of his. Both of us moan softly. The excessive amount of lube helps, I think, because he's sinking down a little faster. He lets out a sharp whimper though when it gets too deep, and he holds onto my chest, scrunching his eyes shut. "You okay?" I ask, rubbing his sides. He nods, opening his eyes and looking at me. We smile slightly at each other as I slide my hand up and play with the hair on the back of his head. He enjoys the touching. It seems to soothe him as he starts trying to ride me. Up and down. Nice and easy. I help him a little bit by grabbing his hips and directing some of the motions, but for the most part, I let him do the work. He digs his fingers into my skin but I don't mind at all. The pleasure his tight little hole is giving me is more than enough to make up for it. As he starts to speed up ever so slightly, he takes me a bit deeper. I moan out, closing my eyes and leaning my head back against the couch. Fuck, Eli. He's become quite the trooper. And an eager little bastard at that. I reach around and hold his ass in my hands, squeezing and prying lightly, loving his soft, smooth, warm skin and the mewls and moans and whimpers he's letting out. Then I feel his finger tapping my chin. I open my eyes and tilt my head back down to face him, giving him an inquisitive look before he leans forward. He wants a kiss. So I give him one. I hold my lips against his and when I feel his tongue searching for mine, I let it be found. I wrap my arm around him a little more tightly as we kiss, heightening the intimacy as my other hand slides between us to play with his cock. As soon as my fingers make contact, his hips twitch and his moans increase in volume. I have to commend Eli for choosing this position. It feels much more sensual. Almost romantic, in a way. It allows for a lot of kissing, body contact, touching... We stay close. As we continue making out, I move both hands to either of his hips and bring him deeper into my groin. He lets out a huffing, high-pitched moan as my cock is almost buried inside him. I feel him clutching onto me so tightly that he might leave a bruise somewhere. But God, he feels so good. My cock has never been happier than when I'm with this boy. Being inside him is incredible. Soothingly warm and tight like a vice. I feel him all over me. I slouch a little more so that he can rest his front against my torso while we kiss. I grip both his cheeks and slide him up and down while I work my hips lightly. This allows for longer strides and gives me more control of our movements. He just holds onto my shoulders and kisses me over and over, enjoying the ride. I breathe heavily against his lips, getting close. I overestimate the stride, though, and my cock slips from his hole and nudges into his lower back. "Uh oh," Eli says, looking back. I laugh. "It's okay," I say, sitting up a little straighter. I lift him up a bit but bring my cock between us so that he can grind his boy cock against my adult one. He loves doing this. I hold onto him as he ruts his hips insistently, letting out a tiny moan every time he bucks forward. "That's a good boy," I say, egging him on with more praise. I hold him up by keeping a firm grip on his ass and a finger planted inside of him while he works. "I'm gonna cum, Uncle Leo," he says in a whiny voice. He sits up on my lap and takes a hold of his cock, stroking fast. I follow his lead and stroke myself as well, working every inch of my extremely slick cock until, just a few moments later, Eli moans out, his hole clenching on my finger as his cock spurts out a small load onto my knuckles. I bite my lip, grunting and cumming soon after. I let out a deep moan as I release my load on my lower torso, panting with relief. As always, Eli has much more energy than I do, so as I'm waiting for my breath to steady, he has already recuperated. "That was fun," he says, smiling. I laugh tiredly. "Yeah, it was. How's your butt?" I ask, giving it a playful slap. He giggles. "Good." "Yeah?" I smile. "I'm impressed with you. You did a good job." "Thanks," he says with that bashful pride of his. He closes his eyes as I run my hands slowly over his body, touching every bit of him. His shoulders. Chest. Stomach. Thighs. Back and sides. I tease his nipples slightly and fondle his cock a bit too, all to appreciate his form. This beautiful fucking boy. He's so lovely. He's like one of those young boys in paintings of Greek gods come to life. As I'm lightly playing with his cock (which is hard again, unsurprisingly), he speaks up. "Wanna do it again?" I burst out laughing. "You're gonna kill me one day, kiddo," I say. He nudges my soft, wet cock with his knuckles. "I don't wanna kill you." "Then give me a little bit of time," I say, smiling as I sit up. I kiss his neck playfully as I wrap my arms around him. "Why don't we actually watch a movie? Then we can play after." "Porn?" he asks excitedly. I roll my eyes. "No, you little perv," I say, tickling him a bit. He laughs, slapping my hands away. "A normal movie." "Fine. But we're watching porn later," he says decidedly, hopping off my lap. I watch his slim, naked body head over to the television case. As he rummages through the VHS tapes, I find myself staring at his ass. I can't believe my dick has been in that thing... how many times now? The fact that I get more sex from an eleven-year-old than any of my exes makes me smile slightly. Eli and I, we have it good. He pulls out a case and holds it up for me to inspect. "Aladdin?" I ask. "We just watched that like two weeks ago." "But it's so good," he says, drawing out the word "good" and rushing over to me. "Pretty please?" He does that thing again where he looks up at me with his big eyes and a slightly pouty lip. Now I'm thinking he's not that innocent anymore. He knows exactly what he does to me. I just playfully shove him away. "Fine." "Yay!" he says excitedly, giggling as he runs back to the TV, his little ass bouncing. He sets up the movie before coming back to me, immediately crawling into my lap. I figured we'd get dressed or something, but he doesn't care. He just cozies up in my lap and grabs my arms to wrap around him. I laugh, kissing the side of his head and holding him close to me, not ever wanting to let go.