Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2011 16:57:58 +0800
From: Ben Ng <ng.ben9@gmail.com>
Subject: My Nephew Cory 8

** This is a fictional account of sexual acts between an uncle
and his nephew (a minor). If this offends you, please stop
reading. However, if you like the story and has questions,
comments or suggestions, feel free to email me at
ng.ben9@gmail.com. I appreciate constructive feedback. **

For the rest of the afternoon, Cory was edging me. He brought
me near orgasm again and again, but wouldn't allow me to cum.
I was hungry, my cock was sore, and I was practically begging
him to finish me off.

"Come on Cory, I haven't had anything to eat for the whole
day. This is torture!"

"Come on uncle Ben, I haven't had anything to eat either. You
don't see me complaining!"

"You didn't hike the forest for three hours. I did!"

"Stop whining or this will take forever!" Our roles have begun
to reverse. When it comes to sex, sometimes he can be really
stubborn. Yesterday he insisted that I cum five times, even
after I told him it's impossible for me. Of course, I could
just get up and get something to eat, but I didn't want to
spoil his fun. He was taking our sex play very seriously.
Everything I've done to him he wanted to do to me. And he
wanted me to have the best orgasm in every category: hand job,
blow job, anal sex, even hands-free orgasm. It's "winning"
according to him, winning my wife, I suppose. Why is this boy
so stubborn when it comes to sex?

That's exactly what I asked him, and his reply surprised me.
"I want you to remember me by something. I want to be special
to you. If I give you the best sex ever, you won't forget me."

"I can't forget you, silly! Look how much time we spend
together! I take you swimming, hiking, camping, kayaking,
cycling, running... we do everything together!"

"Yeah, but that's just like... a companion, like someone who go
to gym together, buddies. I want more!"

"Like what? We are uncle and nephew, isn't that more?"

"More... like... special friends, best friends, jack off buddies...
I don't know!"

I reached out my arms and held him close to me. "You are
already very special to me. You are more than a companion. I
love you and you know it. You are like... a son to me. The son I
never had." At this point I was tearing up. I always wanted a
son, but my wife didn't want any children. It was something
we've fought about for years, but she was adamant about it. Of
course I couldn't force her into it; it wouldn't work if she
didn't want to be a mom. There was nothing I could do,
nothing, until I met Cory.

Deep inside, I've already treated Cory as my own son. My
sister knew how much I love children, and she always said it's
natural to have children, and she didn't understand why my
wife wouldn't want them. She entrusted Cory to me, partly
because he was an active kid who needed many outdoor
activities and I was there to provide them, but also because
she knew how much I wanted a son and she was gracious enough
to "share" him with me. As I thought about this, a wave of
guilt passed through me. What if she found out our special
relationship? She will be totally devastated, deeply
disappointed in me. She would find it disgusting, that I must
have violated her trust and "sexually abused" her son.

Thinking about sexual abuse, I was still being edged by Cory.
An excruciating three hours have passed with him constantly
manipulating my already sore member, not letting me cum while
keeping it erect. I'm sure that qualifies for sexual abuse. On
top of that, I haven't had anything to eat for the entire day,
and I was feeling like I was going to faint.

"Cory, if you don't bring me to climax soon, I'm going to
faint from hunger and exhaustion."

"You only edged three times in three hours. You need another
one. Come on, my hands are getting tired!"

"My dick is not responding anymore! It's going to fall off
from the constant manipulation! Just finish me off already!"

"Ok, but I'll save it for later. You still owe me one orgasm."

"No! Just one edging!"

"Deal. I'll finish you off now." He started stroking me in
earnest. Thank God. If he didn't do it soon I'll either faint,
or I swear my member was going to be permanently disabled.
I've never had someone continuously stroke me for three hours.
I envisioned this camping trip to be fun, not sex torture.
He's not into BDSM, is he? Better stay away from chains and
leather stuff. He'd make an excellent master. He's only twelve
and he's already ordering me to lie down and be edged for
hours. But then I'm not into such things, and I don't want to
introduce him to it. The thought made me shudder.

Cory increased the speed of his stroking, pushing me to a
strong orgasm. I could feel my cum rising, as it has been
doing on and off for hours. All the edging was building a very
strong orgasm for me. It was like a tsunami hitting me and I
had no control over it. Instinctively I moaned loudly, and my
entire body was trembling.

"Ah... Fuck! I'm cumming!" I yelled as shot after shot of thick
white cum erupted from my cock onto my chest and stomach. I
was still convulsing, my upper body bending forward in sync
with each shot.

"Oh my God! That was the most intense orgasm I've had!" I was
breathless and exhausted.

"Better than yesterday's best?" He grinned. "Looks like I
broke my own record!"

"Yeah, looks like you did. How am I going to live without you?
Without all the great sex?" I was half joking, half serious.
My wife was not very interested in sex. We have it once in a
while, depending on her mood. And she needed a lot of foreplay
and romantic preparations to get her into the mood. That's
hetero sex. Man sex is about satisfying our sexual urges. We
take care of each other's needs, and we have fun while doing
it. See, yesterday and today I've cummed five times, same with
Cory, and I've never done that in my entire life. I can't
imagine my wife would entertain my "animal instincts", as she
called it.

That's why I think I'm bisexual. I love my wife and I enjoy
her company, but the sex was never satisfying. I'm not sure if
she, or any woman, can truly satisfy me. I've yet to find
another woman who loves sex as much as I do. I've heard many
stories about sluts and easy women, but every woman I've been
with wants romance first and foremost. Women are just wired
differently. Romance is the main course for them; sex is the
desert. For men, romance is the appetizer; sex is the main
course. That's what I love about Cory. He never gets tired. We
can have as many main courses as we like and there's no need
for appetizer. If you are starving, breadsticks won't do it.
Give me a steak or a burger.

As I came down from my amazing orgasm, those thoughts were in
my head. Cory has become so important to me. He has awaken my
sexual beast. I've never felt so satisfied, hell, so
overwhelmed, sexually. I felt like twelve all over. He has
pushed me over all sexual boundaries. With him, anything I
desire is not only possible, it's doable. I'm sure he's as
excited as I am trying different sex acts. If I wanted my ass
licked, I'm sure he'd try. He was eager to try anything, and
he wanted to please me and give me the best orgasm I've ever
had. So far he has succeeded tremendously. I couldn't be
happier. How can I go back to my regular life without daily
sex from him?

"Cory, you are amazing. Why don't you come to live with me and
we can have sex every day?" I knew it wouldn't be possible; I
was joking.

"That would be awesome! I'll stay at your place every night
and you can take me to school on your way to work! We can have
sex all night!"

"Yeah, and neither of us would get any sleep and die of
exhaustion." I laughed.

"Really... it could work... let me think about it." He was deep in
thought.

"No it won't. You have to live with your parents. You can't
possibly live with me. It's not right."

"I'll make it work."

"You can come over whenever you have free time, but if you
take it too far, people are going to notice and start asking
questions. We don't want that, do we?"

"Why do we have to care about what others think? All you grown-
ups think about is what others are going to say or do." I gave
that a little thought. He's right. Why am I so concerned about
what others think? On the other hand, I can't find any
legitimate reason for Cory to stay with me, when he has a good
home and parents who love him.

"What about your parents? You don't want to live with them
anymore?"

"Well, they are ok, but mostly too busy to care about me. They
work till late at night and I only see them for a couple of
hours a day. My dad is often on business trips, sometimes for
weeks. I'm just... not very attached to them."

"But you are attached to me?"

His face blushed a little. "You are cool... you take me places
and you spend time with me. And I can talk to you about
anything, even sex. And I can play with you." I gave that a
little thought. It's true that his parents didn't spend much
time with him. If I had a lovely kid like this, I don't mind
spending all my free time with him. Wait, I think I already
spend all my free time with Cory! So what's the difference? I
treat him like my son, and he treats me like his dad.

As if reading my mind, he added, "You are more like a father
to me than my real dad. He's just not around enough. It's not
that he doesn't love me; he's just too busy with work and
stuff." I can sense disappointment in his tone, and I can
totally relate to that, because I had an absent father also.
If I never had a dad, I'd have learned to cope with it; but
having a dad who's not around was worse: he's there, but not
really there.

"So, I treat you like a son, and you treat me like a dad. That
works for both of us, doesn't it?" I was smiling and felt warm
and fuzzy inside.

"Yeah, definitely. That's why I want to live with you
instead."

"Well, let's give that some thought. For now, I'm starving.
Can you please make something to eat? I'm going to pass out
soon. And make sure you cover the food properly or the bears
will come."

"Sure, uncle Ben."

"You can call me dad if you want... only between us, of course."

"Ok... dad." He smiled. That was a moment of connection between
us. A man without a son, and a son without a dad found each
other. After eating, I regained my strength, but my cock was
too sore for any sex play. I decided to rest for a while. We
watched the sun set, and again, the stars. Holding Cory in my
arms, talking about everything under the sun is a blessing to
me. I can never get tired of him. This kid is wonderful, and
he's mine.

As we went back to the tent, Cory was getting an erection. I
suddenly realized he has not cum at all today. Our tally was
now equal: five cums for me, five for him. It's time to start
the next round, but he's going to be cumming next. Cory was
lying on the floor, absent-mindedly jerking himself. I
immediately stopped him.

"We are going to have a camp rule: no masturbation." I
announced. "There are too many ways to cum and jerking
yourself is such a waste."

"Ok, uncle... er... dad. But what do you have in mind?"

"Hmmm... We've tried everything. I'm out of ideas. What do you
think?" Cory thought for a moment, then a wicked smile
appeared on his face. I had a bad feeling about it.

"You know, we've tried hand-job, blow-job, prostate massage
and edging on each other, but there's only one act I have not
done to you, but you've done to me." He grinned.

"No, you are not going to fuck me, Cory."

"Come on, I have lube. It's going to be fine."

"Cory, it's not about the pain. I'm not comfortable with anal
sex."

"Come on, you fucked me but I didn't get to fuck you."

"No, YOU forced me to fuck you. I didn't fuck you."

"Then you force me to fuck you back!"

"What the fuck? Cory, the first rule of sex play is no
forcing; no doing of anything against someone's will! When
will you get that?"

"I get it! You didn't like it! I said sorry already! I can't
undo it!" He was getting mad again.

"Well, what's done is done. I forgive you. But from now on, no
forcing!"

"Fine! So what do we do now?"

I gave some thought to what Cory suggested. Letting my nephew
fuck me, is that a bad idea? I couldn't believe I was
seriously considering it! What's the harm, if neither of us
would tell, and it's only between us? I was deep in thought.

Seeing I have nothing to say, Cory said, "Since you don't have
any suggestion, I'm going to jerk myself."

"No... no jerking yourself... let me think about it. How about you
use my butt crack to climax like before?"

"Nah, done that." Cory dismissed, but soon added, "But since
you don't have any better idea, I'll do it." He took out his
bottle of lube and started lubing my crack and his cock. When
he put lube in my crack, his finger accidentally slipped in my
hole.

"Oops, sorry." He took it back out and continued lubing the
area. When he was done, he said, "Why don't you get on your
knees? It's easier for access." I did as he said. I made it
clear I didn't want anal sex, and he's going to use only my
crack to get off. Cory grabbed my hips from behind, and
started to thrust is cock along my butt crack, giving out
sighs of pleasure. In the past, he would have used a fast pace
to cum quickly, but since I taught him about control last
night, he's been trying to slow down and relax himself. He
took his time, using long strokes, sliding his cock up and
down my crack, sometimes tickling my cock and balls. He even
used my thighs as well. Meanwhile, his hands were rubbing my
ass and legs, sometimes massaging my back as well. He's been
learning to do full body massage since I taught him, and he
was doing a great job.

"How does it feel?"

"It feels great, Cory, go on."

He continued to slide his cock up and down, occasionally
stroking my cock and balls, but suddenly inserted one finger
in my hole. "I'm going to give you a prostate massage." He
said. That was fine with me. An alarm probably should have
gone off by then, but it was feeling too good to stop. Cory
knew exactly where to press, and had me moaning and panting in
no time. Meanwhile, Cory's pace was getting faster.

"Uh... I'm close. Can I shoot in your hole, like last time?" In
the shower room yesterday, Cory's cock head was up against my
anus. Although I felt slightly uncomfortable, feeling his hot
cum against my hole was, well, hot. Again, I should have
known, but I was too engrossed in the good feelings. I was
close to climax myself and I was too breathless to answer him.
I felt Cory's cock pushed against my anus, and I thought he
was going to shoot his cum. But instead, he pushed forward,
trying to enter my hole.

"What are you doing, Cory? I said no anal sex!" I said
breathlessly.

"Uh, please, I'm so close... just a little bit!" His hot,
throbbing cock head was pushing hard on my anus. My mind said
no, but my body wanted it inside. I was like a dog in heat,
close to climax myself and I missed his finger massaging my
prostate. I needed something, anything, to scratch that itch.
Meanwhile, Cory continued to moan and push forward. I yelped
in pain. The lube, however, helped a bit as I felt his cock
head slowly sliding in.

"Ah... what the hell!" The pain was intense. My hole has never
been penetrated by anything larger than a finger, and that was
only yesterday. Now my Cory is pushing his five inch thick
member into my hole! But I needed something to hit my
prostate, hard!

"It's almost there! The head is almost in!" Cory yelled. With
one more push, his cock head went in. I was sweating
profusely. The pain gradually subsided as Cory stopped pushing
in.

"Look! The head is in!" Cory was excited. This was what he
planned all along. He knew I didn't approve of it but he did
it anyway. This kid... he forced his ass on my cock and now he's
forcing his cock in my ass. The hardest was already over. The
rest was easy.

"Just finish the job, will you?" I said, defeated.

"Yes sir!" Cory started pushing in again. Surprisingly, it
wasn't painful. At least, compared to the intense pain just
now, it was nothing. As more of his cock went in, his cock
head started hitting my prostate. I moaned loudly, and Cory
immediately got it. He focused on that area, repeatedly
jabbing my prostate, giving me wave after wave of pleasure. I
lost all sense of control and was yelling and screaming. Cory
kept pumping in and out, using hard and fast strokes. Every
stroke hit my prostate, driving me crazy. I could feel a
strong orgasm building. I could take it no longer, and started
cumming hard, without touching my cock. My rectum contracted,
squeezing his cock tighter, which made him moan loudly. With
one last push, he buried his cock all the way in and started
shooting wave after wave of hot cum into my ass. The hot
liquid was like lava, filling up my entire rectum and leaking
out my anus. I was totally spent and collapsed on the ground.
Cory collapsed on top of me, his cock still buried inside my
ass.

We both drifted to sleep. After some time, I could feel
coldness in my rectum as Cory's soften cock plopped out of my
hole. We rolled onto our sides, and Cory threw his arm around
me and hugged me. He was spooning me this time, his soft cock
nestled in my ass crack, still full of his cum. It was as if
his cock belonged there. It has found its home. I could hear
soft snoring from Cory. As I tried to process all that
happened today, my mind drifted to sleep.

To be continued...