Date: Fri, 7 Aug 2020 15:18:09 -0600
From: Chris Lee <clee28049@gmail.com>
Subject: My Khmer Nephew 5

My Khmer Nephew by Clee

Do not read this story if you are under 18.  This story is a product of the
author's imagination, any resemblance to actual people is purely
coincidental.

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My Khmer Nephew Part 5

Weeks went by quickly and Sam started school.  He was very busy with his
two programs as well as working part time at the garage.  We saw each other
as often as we could.

One Sunday about a month after school started, Sam asked me to come to his
parents' house for dinner.  In the middle of an amazing meal full of
ordinary conversation, Sam said out of the blue, "Mom, Dad, I want to move
in with Uncle Chris."

Kim immediately looked at me.  Sam continued, "It's closer to school and I
really need his help with accounting.  I'm over there all the time anyway,
and I can give him some of the money I make at the garage to help with
expenses."

"Chris, are you okay financially?"  Kim looked concerned.

"I am," I replied, "but losing Vinh's income on top of losing him was a
real blow.  He was young, so he didn't have much life insurance.  I thought
about selling the house, but rent on any apartment would be just as much as
my mortgage, and I want to stay there."

"Chris, we're family," Prak suddenly spoke up, "if you ever need anything,
tell us.  You know we would do whatever we can to help you."

"Then let me move in with him, that would help both of us," Sam saw an
opening.

"Let's talk about what's really going on here," Kim continued to look
directly at me.

Sam and I glanced at each other and he said, "What do you mean?"

"I mean I know you two are together," Kim replied calmly.

Prak just about fell out of his chair.  "Does `together' mean what I think
it means?"

"Yes, it does.  Sam, you're our son and Chris, you're like a brother to me.
You need to be honest with us.  If you're together as a couple, just say
so."

I didn't know what to say, so Sam spoke first, "Yes, we are together.  I
approached Chris first, and he was very hesitant.  We've discussed it many
times and we're going to give our relationship a chance.  I'm an adult now,
please don't stand in our way."

"What?  This makes no sense.  He's your uncle!"  Prak was getting heated,
which is normal for him.

"They're not really related," Kim retorted, "and besides, look at your
family.  Your aunt married her cousin!"  She was laughing by this time.

"Well, I suppose..." Prak calmed down quickly.  Kim is very good at
diffusing tense situations.

"Sam, Chris, we're not against you being together," Kim shot a look at Prak
as she said this, "but let's keep this from the rest of the family for now;
until you're a little older, Sam.  And please don't keep things from me,
I'm your mother and you know I'll figure it out eventually."

"Okay, thanks Mom," Sam suddenly looked like the teenager that he was.
Sometimes he seemed like a man, and yet other times his age came right to
the surface.

"Thanks Kim," I was relieved, but still afraid of upsetting these people
who meant the world to me. "We didn't intentionally keep this from you, but
we had some figuring out to do before we talked about it."

"I'm sure you struggled with this Chris, and I know you don't want to be
alone for the rest of your life.  As much as we all loved Vinh, he's not
coming back. Just promise me that you'll take care of each other, and
family first.  If this doesn't work out, you're still uncle and nephew."
Kim grabbed my hand across the table.  "Eat up, the food's getting cold."

The rest of our meal was uneventful.  Prak knew that any argument he put
forth would be shot down, so he grudgingly accepted my relationship with
Sam to keep the peace.  I knew that I could convince him that everything
was going to be okay with time.

After dinner, Sam went upstairs to gather some of his things, he had school
in the morning and a ton of homework (why did he put it off until Sunday
night!), so he was coming home with me.  Prak went to the living room to
watch soccer, so Kim and I found ourselves alone at the table.  "He
wouldn't date in high school," Kim said out of the blue.  "He had so many
friends, but never a girlfriend.  He told us he wasn't interested.  He
studied a lot and played basketball.  Now I know why."

"Are you okay with Sam being gay?"  Kim and I have always been able to
speak openly; she was the one who helped Vinh to come out to the family,
and I met her first.

"I am," she replied, "or should I say we are.  First, Prak and I want him
to be happy.  Second, we want him to be successful.  Chris, I'm not going
to tell you that he needs a parent exactly, but he's 19.  He's going to
need some guidance over the next few years.  He's responsible, but please
help him to find his way."

"I will Kim, and thanks for your confidence in me.  I had just resigned
myself to being alone until Sam approached me.  I had no idea that he has
feelings for me."

Sam was taking a long time upstairs so I went up to see what he was doing.
"Oh, hey," he turned to me and smiled when I walked into his room.  "Can I
take my video games to your house?"

"Yes of course," I replied, "and I hope that over time you'll see it as our
house."

"I will, I will..." he approached me and kissed me on the lips.

"Sam, let's get going, it's after seven and you have a shit ton of homework
to do."  I was doing my best to not get excited.  Being in the bedroom of
my teenage boyfriend with his parents downstairs was such a turn on.

"I want to suck you now," he whispered into my ear while his fingers
unbuttoned the shorts I was wearing, pushing them down past my knees
quickly.  "I want to taste you."

"It's too risky," I tried to push him away.

"They won't come in.  Besides, my dad never misses a game and my mom's
cleaning up the dinner dishes.  Come on, just a quick one."  Sam sat me on
his bed and knelt between my legs, then pulled my boxers down.  He took my
soft cock in his hand and tugged it gently as it began to stiffen, then he
began to lick one side of my balls, smelling me where it met my thigh.

"You smell so sexy," he said breathlessly as he took the hairy ball into
his mouth and sucked on it gently.  His hand was still working my cock, now
completely hard and throbbing.  He moved his mouth up to my erection and
began by licking all around my head and sticking his tongue into its tiny
slit, tasting my salty precum as it began to leak from me.  I began to moan
uncontrollably while doing my absolute best to stay quiet.

"Suck it, please suck it Sam," he was driving me crazy.  At last he lowered
his mouth around the entirety of my shaft and went all the way down, my fat
head lodged in his throat and his nose buried deeply in my dense, curly
pubes. "Aahhhh, that's it," it was so good I felt like I was in heaven.

Sam knew that time was limited, so he wordlessly continued his work,
sliding his full lips up and down on me while holding my heavy testicles in
his hand, pulling on them gently now and then and rubbing my hairy crotch
as he sucked.  He looked so sexy concentrating on my pleasure, those thick,
black eyebrows knitted together and his eyes closed.  I leaned back on my
elbows and caressed my nipples with my thumbs, never taking my eyes off my
sexy, brown teen as he pleased only me.  My orgasm was sudden and intense,
catching both of us off guard.  I had time to just utterer a quick,
"Cumming," before exploding in his mouth, my balls pulsating as he held
them.  He swallowed my semen hungrily, not losing a drop of the precious
fluid as jet after jet shot out of me right into his mouth.

When I was finished cumming, he let go of me and came up for a deep kiss.
"Thank you, that was incredible," I said breathlessly.

"Thank you too, I really needed you just then," Sam extended a hand and
pulled me up, drawing me into his arms for a quick embrace before I got
myself together and we went downstairs.

We went to see Prak and Kim before we left.  "Mom, Dad, I have so much crap
to go through.  I'll come home as often as I can to sort through it and
decide what I want to get rid of and what I want to take to Chris's."

"Son, you know this will always be your home, no need to make it so final
now," Kim said, always the pragmatist.

When we got home, Sam became the 19-year-old that he is and tried to
procrastinate with his homework.  "Let me just set up my PS4 and then I'll
do it."

"No, now.  It's a work night for me and I don't want to stay up late.
Let's get this over with." I pulled him away from the family room and
towards the kitchen table.

"Alright, alright.  But...once we're done can I have a reward?"  He took
out his textbook and laptop.

"Reward?  For doing what you're supposed to be doing anyway?  What do you
want?"  I knew what the answer would be.

"You," he looked up at me with those narrow, black eyes.

"We'll talk about that after we finish your homework," at least I knew what
I could use to motivate his lazy ass.

I had been helping him to do his homework since his term began, so we had a
routine.  It only took us about two hours and we were finished.  "I'm going
to take a shower; do you want to set up your PS now?"  I gave him a quick
kiss as I got up from the table.

"Sure, I'll be up in a bit," at the mere mention of his precious gaming
console he was flying to the family room.

The hot shower made me sleepy, and once I got into bed I passed out in
about a minute.  I'm not sure how much time went by, but I woke up on my
back with Sam laying beside me nuzzling my neck.  "Hey, there you are," I
said softly, still half asleep as his mouth moved to my ear, kissing it.
His hand was exploring my hairy chest, lingering over my nipples one at a
time, rubbing them until as they both stiffened.

"I jumped in the shower after I finished downstairs and when I came into
the room you were already asleep."  He was whispering softly as he
continued kissing my ear.  "Chris, can we...can we get a new bed?"

"Yes, of course," I suddenly realized that being in his uncle's bed with me
could feel awkward for Sam.  "Don't ever hesitate to tell me what you
want."

He moved slowly until his body was over mine, then began kissing my mouth,
pushing it open with his tongue so that it could enter and explore.  "I'm
telling you now," he said into it.  He put his legs between mine, spreading
them with his as he lowered onto me, his fat hose finding its place in my
crotch and rubbing me there.  He held my face between his hands, kissing me
deeply and moaning softly into my mouth.  I involuntarily began to thrust
my hips up, helping his cock to slide back and forth between my legs.  I
could feel his wet head as it emerged from its skin and began to leave a
slippery trail of precum as it moved.

Sam got up onto his knees and lifted my legs, exposing my pink, hairy hole.
He lowered his face to it and began to lick me, gently at first, then more
urgently, causing me to squirm beneath him.  "Your hole is so small," he
whispered, not looking up from his target, "I can't believe I fit in here."
He stroked my now wet hole with his finger and slid it in as his said this,
fingering me while he stared at it, his mouth open in wonder.

I reached over and grabbed the lube off of my nightstand and poured some
into my hand, reaching down and slathering it all over his thick cock.  It
was rock hard and hot to the touch.  I hadn't felt so desired by anyone in
so long.  It was amazing and I wanted him inside me.

I lifted my legs as Sam lowered himself over me and I guided his drooling
head to my opening.  His lips met mine and he kissed me deeply as he slowly
entered, my hole stretching to accommodate his thickness.  Every time we
began, I marveled at how long it took until he was fully inside, but at
last I felt his heavy balls against my ass as the familiar ache of fullness
overtook my pelvis.  He ground his hips and pushed into me deeply, taking
my breath away and making me gasp as I put my arms around his back, holding
him closely to me.

He started slowly, fucking me deeply and barely withdrawing as he touched
places inside me known only to his long cock.  Eventually he began to move
more quickly, pulling out further with each thrust before imbedding himself
fully over and over again.  He was driving me crazy and I kissed him
passionately, sucking on his lips and his chin, running my tongue all over
the short, wiry hairs that grew there.

We both began to sweat as our lovemaking became more intense, his broad,
smooth chest sliding over my hairy one as our bodies moved together.  I
felt completely possessed by him, both inside my body and out.

"Whose is this?"  he asked suddenly, panting into my mouth and staring
directly into my eyes.  "Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours, it's yours, Sam," I whispered, I could barely speak, he was fucking
me so hard.

"It's mine?  This tight hole is mine?  For how long?"  I was being
completely owned by him.

"Forever.  It's yours forever..."  His words were making me close.

"It's mine forever.  Louder, tell me louder!"  He was slamming into me now,
taking my breath away each time he buried his big cock.

"My hole is yours forever!  Oh damn, I can't take it!  Fuck, Sam!  Oh my
God!" I began to cum, a deep prostate orgasm overtaking me unexpectedly and
squeezing his cock tightly as I shot my load between us, smearing both of
our bodies and mixing with our sweat.

Sam locked his lips onto mine and shouted into my mouth, a loud, primal
scream of lust as he drove his cock home, rooting it as far into me as he
could.  I felt it begin to contract powerfully, shooting its heavy load of
cum way up inside as he instinctively pushed with his hips over and over
again.

Finally he collapsed on top of me, catching his breath, covered in sweat
and physically spent.  After a few minutes of silence, I spoke, stroking
the hair on the back of his head, "You don't need to ask me that question
Sam, you already know the answer."

"I know," he said sheepishly, burying his face in my neck, "But now that
we're official, I don't want there to be any doubt.  You're mine Chris."

I wrapped my arms around him as he said this and whispered into his ear,
"I'm yours Sam, all yours...forever."

I knew that the next couple of years would be a challenge, but in the end
it was all worth it.  I found my second chance, and I'll never let him go.

End of Story
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