Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2002 12:28:17 +0800 From: Larry Flint Subject: My Nephew Mike I don't pretend to be a writer of any sort, all I know is that it brings me pleasure. If it brings you pleasure, gets you hard, whatever...I'd love to hear from you. All flames cheerfully ignored. Now a disclaimer...although I don't know what for, it's not like this will get published in a major magazine....but, whatever, here goes: This story is my property. Copyright 2002 by Phangasm, all rights reserved, batteries not included. The following contains consentual sex among family members, including prepubesent minor boys, teen boys and men. If this offends you, then it would be a good idea to simply leave and not read it. Also, this may be illegal where you are, so you may want to think twice about downloading it and saving it on your drive....or even reading it for that matter. If you are under legal age (depending where you are, the world can't seem to agree on an age of consent....hmmmmm) then you shouldn't be here in the first place.....on the other hand, if your parents are stupid enough to leave you alone in a room with an internet connection, then you may as well get naked and jack off. If you enjoy this story, be sure to check out my other story series at Nifty: LITTLE DONNY'S BROTHER. Stay hard, 'gasm. phangasm@operamail.com My Nephew Mike by Phangasm 1. Life with Mike Such a long time ago and yet I remember it as if it were yesterday. My name is Chad Henning, and I will never forget the summer of 1999. I never thought my life could become so complicated so fast, but I wouldn't trade those memories for anything. Back then I lived in a small town called Freemont in the midwest, a nice little town of about 15000 souls. I lived on the edge of town, literally. Looking out my living room window, I could see a nice Freemont residential area, in the back yard, my property line was a cornfield. I was 30 years old and was happy in my life and in my work, I was a computer technician at a small manufacturing plant. I was paid well for what I did and enjoyed doing it, so it really wasn't work to me. If I were to go back even further, to my teenage years, I could tell you when I first discovered that I enjoy the company of young boys. But that's not important, only the fact that you know that I am a boylover. I have no idea why I am this way and it doesn't matter, I had that struggle a long time ago and have since learned to live with it. I am what I am. Back then, my 11 year old nephew, Mike, lived just across town and visited me often. This had been going on since he was 8. My sister Jenna never questioned why the boy loved to spend so much time with his Uncle Chad - sometimes spending 3 overnights a week in the summer - because Mike had lost his father to a drunk driver when he was 6. She figured that Mike simply needed a male role model in his life and had chosen me. This was only partially true. What I had with Mike was so much more. We had a wonderful Uncle - Nephew relationship and I was perfectly happy with it being just that....not that I never thought about being with him, because I did. I simply did not want to risk what we had for a short thrill. If the chance came up to see him naked, I would always look and then think about it later in bed. I never thought that any of my wildest jack-off fantasies would come true and we would get together sexually. Our 3-year plotonic relationship ended 3 weeks before my 31st birthday and 4 weeks before his 12th birthday in that wonderful summer of '99. He was spending the night with me, and as usual my sister Jenna balked at the idea of her son "bothering me" on a work night when I needed to sleep. I stood by her car at least once a week and had the same discussion. Mike stood behind me, looking at his feet and kicking at the grass. "The boy's no bother Jenna, really." I explained, "We're always in bed before 11, he loves spending time with me and I with him. I will put him on his bike in the morning." "That's ok, no need," she said, "We go to Minneapolis tomorrow so I'll pick him up. Are you sure you want the little pain-in-the-ass around tonight? You've got that big project going on at work." "Gee, thanks, mom! Love ya!" spouted Mike, "Man, her only son and that's what I am to her, a pain in her -somewhat large- ass." "Michael!" cried Jenna, looking surprised and yet smiling. "Jenna, for Christ's sake go! sheez!" I said, grinning at Mike. "Ok, ok! Michael, you be good for your Uncle! If I hear one bad word!" "You won't, mom...only because Uncle Chad won't tell you, he let's me get away with murder." "Michael........." "Alright, not murder....but arson, though." "I give up." Jenna said, "See you guys in the morning. Come give me a kiss, kid." Mike dutifully went to the car window and kissed Jenna on the cheek. "Love ya, boy." "Love ya ma." Jenna drove off, leaving Mike and me standing in the yard. "Whaddaya think, kid? Wanna do The Ride or just rent a flick or something?" The Ride was a 6 mile bike trail on the edge of town. If we rode all 6 miles out and back and throw in a couple of rest stops, we could do it in under a couple of hours. "Yeah, let's ride. TV's dead tonight anyway, I checked the guide at home." "Sounds good to me, boy." I said, ruffling his hair. . We rode the complete 12 miles and arrived home sweaty as hell. "Shower first!" Mike called and ran for the house, reaching for the key around his neck as he went. "No you don't, you little shit!" I shouted, dropping my bike in the yard and taking off after him. I caught him on the porch trying frantically to unlock the door, giggling so hard he couldn't manage to fit the key into the lock. I picked up the giggling boy with one arm around the midsection, then using his key I unlocked the door and carried him in like so much baggage. "Honey, I'm home!" I called out to nobody. No matter how many times I used this phrase, the kid always found it hysterical and went off on another fit of the giggles. I took Mike to the couch and carelessly dropped him on it, causing still more giggles. "Go ahead and shower first, kid. I'll see if you were telling the truth about TV." "K, cool." said Mike as he pealed off his sweaty shirt and headed for the stairs. I turned on the TV and began to channel surf. 5 minutes and 200 channels later, I discovered the boy was right. "Guess we'll have to rent a movie." I muttered to myself. I figured Mike must be close to finished by now, so I decided to head for the shower and see if could catch a glimpse or two while he was still naked. I heard the boy shut off the water as I headed for the stairs. When I walked into the bathroom Mike was standing in the tub drying himself. He wasn't a shy lad and didn't mind if I came in the bathroom to pee or whatever while he was showering or peeing or whatever. He was so beautiful that I usually had to find an excuse to go in just to look at him. He was slim with very little baby fat for his age. He had a grin that could melt me in an instant and the softest head of brown hair that I would run my fingers through whenever he fell asleep watching TV. His sweet little butt curved away from his smooth tanned back, his beautiful cut 4" boyhood sat atop the most lovely set of completely hairless balls....I had never seen him hard but I had hopes of catching him with a woody. Perhaps this is the night I see something spectacular. In the 2 years we had hung out together, I had caught him on quite a few occasions out of the corner of my eye, checking me out when I showered or took a piss. I wasn't a bad looking guy for 30. I ate right and worked out at the local athletic club 2 or 3 times a week. I figured I might as well roll the dice. Turns out it was my lucky night. "I'm gonna shower too" I said, drinking in his slim body while he dried himself. "Cool" he replied. "I'll be out of your way in a sec, Unc." MMmmmmm....Don't bother, I thought, You wouldn't be in the way at all. I began to undress as he stepped out of the tub. It seemed to me that his little dick stood out a bit further than usual - this aroused me slightly, thinking he had perhaps been playing with himself in the shower. Oh the thought of it....stroking his hard little dick, massaging his balls, taking pleasure in his body. By the time I made myself naked I had half a hard-on, and I'll be damned if the boy didn't take notice, glancing at my manhood when he thought I wouldn't notice. I left the shower curtain open a bit...not caring if the floor got a bit wet, hoping to work up the courage to give him a little show, stealing glances at him drying off....he was certainly spending a lot of time drying his dick. Damn! There he goes again! I thought as I caught Mike looking again, Something's different tonight, he'd normally be half dressed by now. Mike continued to dry himself, being careful not to uncover his dick. Man! He's trying awful hard to keep his dick covered, bet he's got wood! C'mon, Mikey, drop the fucking towel! The boy was attempting to tie the towel around his waist, struggling with it. Fuck, he never does this! I thought, he always dries and dresses right away....what the fuck! I purposely began to wash my cock in full view of the boy, soaping it up and stroking it gently until my full 7+ inches was rock hard. I kept stroking and checked out of the corner of my eye. The boy had stopped fumbling with the towel and was staring in complete awe and my hand moving up and down the length of my hardness. Then something else happened. The towel had started to slip. Oh, fuck! I thought. C'mon....lose the towel! The two ends of the towel slipped further apart, the boy noticed, but to my absolute delight he was to late. The towel fell to the floor. Mike was fully hard, his boyhood standing up proudly, perpendicular to his small frame. Bingo! Jackpot! Yes! I thought, Look at that sweet little fucking cock! Damn I'd love to suck him, make him squirm! I had stopped all movement, watching his throbbing little cock...thinking of how I wanted him so badly, to hold him naked against my body. I snapped back to reality when he noticed I had stopped washing and was watching him. He immediately reached for his undies, fumbled and dropped them, reached down and picked them up and stumbled to put a leg into the white cotton and cover a hardon that, even with his fear of being discovered, would not wilt. He looked up at me...his face flushed red. I felt sorry for him and wanted to laugh all at the same time. I couldn't help myself, had to take a chance. "Someone's got a boner" I said grinning. He looked at me, redfaced but with a slight smile he said "So does someone ELSE" "It's nothing to be ashamed of Mike" I said "I get 'em all the time" "Yeah, I do too." he said, relaxing a bit as he pulled the textured cotton up over his hard member, where it immediately formed a tent. "The circus is in town." I kidded, "Look, they're putting up the big top." "Fuck you!" he said, giggling. God I loved his laugh! I finished rinsing off and shut off the water. Still hard, I exited the tub, grabbed a towel and began to dry off. Mike watched me dry my cock with a complete look of awe on his face that was comical. "Man it's fuckin' HUGE" he said, moving his face in to get a closer look. I obliged him by removing the towel completely and letting my cock stand out straight. I didn't mind if he cursed (it actually kinda turned me on) and I often told him he could speak any way he wished in my house, just "don't go back to your mom and talk like that or she'll have my hide." He looked into my face and said "Do you ever...uh...well...." he looked down at his feet, "Uh....you know, uh...play with it?" I could see his neck flush red...he was so damn cute! He was embarrased as hell, yet he needed to know this so badly he would risk embarrasment. I took a breath. "Yeah" I said, "Usually in bed before I go to sleep" I thought about it for a split second, then took another step "How about you?" "Same" he said nonchalantly, looking down at the tent in his undies. "If I rub it long enough, it feels great! Joey says it means that I will shoot sperm soon." his hand wandered aimlessly down to his crotch and began to fondle the hardness under the soft cotton. Damn! I could believe it! Not only did he confess playing with himself, he inadvertantly confessed mutual masterbation with a friend. Perhaps it was more than masterbation.....I thought about his little blond friend Joey Spencer, then I though about the two of them naked in the tent they frequently camp out in.....about Mikey on top of him...two smooth bodies writhing together.....two young faces with pained expressions of pleasure....man! Joey had also stayed with Mike here at my place a few times. I sometimes thought I could hear them screwing around, the way young boys do, playing and comparing. The best time was the night the two boys had watched TV in their undies. Both wore briefs...Mike always wore white BVDs, (which turn me on to no end) while Joey was in blue Hanes. Each had boners in varying degrees throughout the night. By the time I made it to bed I thought I would explode! "Do you shoot sperm?" the question brought me back to the present. "Yeah, buddy, I do" I replied, "It's called master...." "Yeah, masterbaintion!" Mike blurted out "That's what Joey called it!" "MasterBAtion" I corrected. "Whatever" he said "Man, it feels so good." Mike was really working himself now, squeezing the tip of his engorged little member, working it up and down. I wasn't sure if he even knew he was doing it, oh but shit it was hot! I began to play with myself, Stroking my cock from tip to base. He watched with interest, now involving both hands in the fondling of himself, gently stroking his balls as well as his boner, getting hotter by the second, his eyes closing momentarily and he shudderd as a wave of pleasure shook his young body. It was time I took this a step further. "Feels good, huh?" I said. "Oh yeah," he replied shakily, still slightly embarrased. "You know", I said grinning, "if you'd rid yourself of those undies you could get ahold of it better." I waited and held my breath...he would either embrace what was going on, or perhaps think it had gone to far and back down. I prayed for the former. "Sounds good to me!" he exclaimed and shucked his undies in one quick motion and stepped out of them. Once it was spoken that we were 'playing with ourselves,' Mike's embarrasment disappeared. He grasped his hairless little cock with his right hand and began to stroke with vigor, his little sack bouncing between his legs, his tummy and chest muscles flexing, his young face showing first intense concentration, then pained extasy. I carefully stroked myself - I was so close to blowing my load I could hardly stand it! Precum oozed from my cock and I rubbed it down the length of my shaft, lubricating it. "Wow, are you shootin' it!?" he asked breathless. "Na, thats called precum, it kinda oozes out while you do it...but it means I'm getting close." He was really working it now, his breath shuddering in and out. I didn't figure he could actually cum yet, but he could probably have a dry orgasm...he was almost 12. I took another step. Do you wanna go lay on my bed for a while?" I asked. "I can show you some more cool things we can do, but only if you want to." He released his cock and it stood up, almost touching his tummy, throbing with his heartbeat. "Ok, cool!" I opened the door to my bedroom and Mike came running past me and swatted my ass 'SMACK!' and hopped onto the bed. "Oh you little shit!" I said grinning, "You are so dead!" and leaped onto the bed after him. He was giggling so hard that I had no trouble pinning him down. I started tickling him right under the ribs like I have so many times before, sending him into a fit of squeals and giggles. "Oh god, oh shit Uncle Chad oh fuck please STOOOOOOOP!!!" he screamed and giggled at the same time, "Ah fuck I'm gonna PISS MY PAAAAANTS!!!" I stopped and let him start to catch his breath and let the giggles diminish. "Wait a minute" I looked at him seriously "WHAT pants?" and started in on him again. Boy squeals and laughter filled my bedroom. There is no music on earth that can compare to the sound of a giggling boy. After I completed the second round of tickling, I kept him pinned down with one arm across his chest. I raised my head and looked down towards his dick. Young Mike still stood at attention. "You mean to tell me that after all that, you still have a stiffy?" I grinned at him. "Yup" he said with a grin, still trying to catch his breath. I turned onto my side facing him and let my hand slide onto his tummy. Man. So soft. I couldn't stop myself if I tried, yet my guilt was there on the surface, at the same time, I wasn't doing anything the boy didn't want to do, and I knew I would never do anything to hurt him or our friendship. I just prayed that it would all work out. I began to move my hand in a small circle on his abdomen. He simply looked at me and smiled. I then moved up onto his small chest and started to use my fingertips, swirling around his little dime-sized nipples, feeling them stiffen at my touch. When I looked at his face again, his eyes were closed. His mouth was hanging open just a little and he would sigh gently when my fingers came in contact with his nipples. "Feel good, buddy?" I asked. "Yeah" he said, barely a whisper. "Please. More" I got up on my knees and faced the boy and began to use both hands to tweek his nipples. "Ahhhhhh fuck" he whispered, barely audible. I kept my right hand on his chest, sweeping back and forth while my left wandered down to his tummy, slowly and deliberately working my way down....feeling his hip....his leg. Working to the left , then to the right of his little pecker, watching it bounce to his heartbeat. I know he wanted me to touch him there...but I was scared to death. Once I touched it, I could never take it back. I didn't want him to hate me later on, I simply could not bear that, yet here he was on my bed hard as a rock, raising his little hips, hinting at me to touch it, but afraid to ask me to. I decided to go ahead, but I would not do it without asking, so I swallowed hard and took a breath. "Can I touch it, Mike?" "Ohplease. Yes." he whispered. I moved my fingers over his throbbing little dick and brought them down on the tip and slowly slid them down to the base and back again. "Ahhhh" he whispered. I removed my right hand from his chest and took hold of his young cock and began to gently massage up and down. I used my left hand and began to massage his sweet little sack. "Ahhhhyeah" he said audibly. "Hows that feel, bud?" "Man, it's fuckin' incredible....fuuuck." I increased both tempo and pressure, working my fingers around his balls and between his legs, which parted further with my explorations. "Oh god Uncle Chad that's awesome" he moaned. "Do you want me to do something to you too?" "We'll worry about that later" I said "Lets take care of you first, little man" With that, I began to feel the boy in earnest, my fear gone (mostly). Rubbing his chest and arms, stroking his little pecker, balls and crotch, running my fingers across his sweet little tummy. All the while the boy moaned and sighed. I then turned towards him and lay down beside him, still stroking and fondling his stiff prick. I touched my lips to his chest and he jumped slightly, but didn't say anything. I took his left nipple into my mouth and was rewarded with a gentle sigh as I swirled my tongue around it. I removed my left hand from his prick and dipped down between his legs until I found his tight little anus. I gently began to massage the tight ring of muscle while I licked his young chest. "aaaaaaahhh christ" he moaned as his head slowly rocked back and forth. Still sucking his chest, I managed to manuver to my hands and knees and began to kiss his little chest, working my way down to his navel, which I immediately stuck my tongue in while I manuvered between his legs and layed down. I looked up and saw him watching me, smiling. "You're gonna suck it, aren't ya" he said. "Do you want me to?" I asked, "I mean, I will if that's what you want." "Yeah, If you want to." "I do, but you know kiddo, this has to be just between you and me...you can't tell a soul, not ever. We could get into all kinds of trouble. I could go to jail while you would be harassed......" "Geez, Uncle Chad....I know THAT!" he said, grinning and acting like I was the biggest fool in the world. "I'm not gonna tell anyone, do you think I'm some sort of IDIOT?" "Yes" I teased "Cocksucker" "You wish" "I KNOW" he said grinning. I grinned back, then without hesitation I took his hard little tool into my mouth and sucked it down to the base, wrapping my tongue around it and began to bob up and down. Mike's head fell back to the bed, his sweet soprano voice sighing. "Oooooooh fuck man" he sighed. On the next downstroke I sucked his little balls into my mouth, tonguing his entire package. He arched his back and cried out in pleasure. Before he knew what was happening, I removed my mouth from his cock and balls and began to tongue his crotch...working my way down, flicking my tongue under his sack...sucking his balls into my mouth and releasing them, continuing downward. The boy reacted, moaning and spreading his little legs, allowing me better access to his crotch. The textures and smells were fantastic, I couldn't have stopped my next move if I tried. I grabbed his legs behind the knees and pushed upward.....his little anus was revealed in an instant. Oh God how beautiful...my head was reeling...God his wonderful little boy smells...Christ! I speared his hot little flower with my tongue, sinking it in as far as I could push it....tongue fucking him...in and out, in and out. Mike went into sensory overload, crying out again and again, his lithe young frame squirming, bucking on the bed. I replaced my tongue with a finger, gently massaging, probing slightly being extra careful not to hurt the boy, and returned my attention to his steel-hard tool....sucking it quickly into my mouth, then began to bob up and down, faster, faster. "aaaaahhhh shit man! aaaafaster! aaaaah fuck!" he cried as he arched his back. I did his bidding and increased the tempo of my strokes while tightening my lips, putting more pressure on his dick. In my mouth his dick began to spasm as he arched his back so hard his ass lifted off the bed. His little cock sang in my mouth, spasming again and again struggling to ejaculate sperm he was too young to produce. Lost in his dry orgasm Mike cried out until his pecker finally ceased to spasm. He then relaxed onto the bed completely drained, trying to catch his breath, repeating "ahhhhhhh shit" with each exhale. I rose above him and placed my hand on his forehead and ran my fingers through his hair...God he was so beautiful. I kissed him on the forehead. "Man that was excellent!" he breathed. "Can we do it again?" Unlike older boys and men, Mike's dick didn't soften right away but remained hard. One of the things I love about boys his age is that they can often have multiple orgasms without having to "recharge." "Oh yes, you better believe we will, but first I need to get a bit of relief myself...if that's ok with you?" I said. "You mean you want to shoot it?" he asked. "Yup" I said, lowering my body onto his and gently rubbing my cock against his smooth belly. It's hard to describe the sensations...his breath on my neck, his still-hard penis poking my balls, his oh so soft chest! I put my face into his hair and breathed deeply, then began to kiss the top of his head, working down to his soft neck where I began to suck, kiss and lick. "You gonna squirt it on me?" he whispered in my ear, the thought of it obviously turning him on. "You are, aren't ya....fuckin' squirt it all over me, Unc." That sent me over the top. "Oh God, Mike....oh my beautiful Mike...ahhhhhyeeesss!" I cried. I raised up on my arms, still pumping. My first squirt shot up his chest and hit his chin. The boy reached around and grabbed my ass with both hands and arched to meet my thrusts. As my second shot landed on his chest, he began to cry out with his second orgasm. We moaned together as I covered his narrow chest and belly with my load. My balls finally emptied, I collapsed into his arms where we layed together for better than 5 minutes, not speaking, catching our breaths. Finally I raised my head and looked at him and smiled...he smiled back. It melted my heart. Then he surprised the hell out of me and raised his head and kissed me lightly on the lips. the surprised look on my face must have been priceless, for it made his smile widen. "Man, you're kinda sticky and smelly, Unc" he looked at me, pretending disgust. "Do you ever take a shower, you fucking pig?" "Oh you little son-of-a-bitch....." I said, and reached for his oh-so-sensitive ribs....the tickling began again. Later on that evening, both of us showered and clean and dressed in our undies, lay in my bed, Mike sleeping in the crook of my arm. The boy had his own room in my house, but I knew he would never use it again. I simply stared at the ceiling, not sleeping, listening to Mike's gentle snores. Wondering, as many boy lovers do, about the morality and consequenses of what happened earlier. I came to the same conclusion that I had came to when I was a teen.... that I am what I am. Nothing can change that....whatever happens, happens. In his sleep Mike threw his arm across my chest and mumbled, then continued his snoring. I leaned up slightly and kissed the top of his head. I awoke the next morning with Mike in my arms, my hands on his small back, his head on my chest and his leg thrown over the top of me. I glanced over at the clock and was surprised to see that it was past 7:00 AM. That had to be the best nights sleep I have ever had. I began to rub my hands up and down his smooth back, stopping at the band of his white BVD's. The boy sighed in his sleep and snuggled closer. Man, I thought, I must be in heaven...this can't be happening..no way. I touched his soft brown hair and began running my fingers through it. Mike stirred and I knew he was awake. He lifted his head slowly and smiled sleepily. "Hey, butthead" he said, grinning. "Hello, dipshit" I replied "Sleep good?" "Yeah," he said, "I think I passed out cold!" "Me too." A silence hung for a couple of minutes, then Mike spoke. "That was really, cool....uh, last night" "Did something happen last night?" I inquired, trying my best to look confused. "Eat me." he said, then thought about it and began to giggle. "What....again?" I asked, which brought on more giggles. He suddenly stopped gigling and looked thoughtful for a second, then sad. He sat up and looked at me. "I gotta go home today." he said sadly. Then looking at the clock he added, "Pretty soon, too." "Yeah, I know kid." I said. "But you'll be back in a couple of days. Don't sweat it." "Ok" he said, "But I still wish I didn't have to go. I want to stay here with you." "And I want you to stay, but your mom needs you, you don't want to disapoint her, do you?" "I guess not" he said, still clearly upset. This was the day they made their annual journey to Minneapolis, where our other sister, Pam lived. It was also the final resting place of Mike's father, Kenneth Waters. Jenna and Mike made the trip each year to visit Pam, and to visit Kenneths gravesite. Jenna prefered to go in the summer instead of the busy Memorial Day weekend. I had made the trip with them quite a few times, but this year I just couldn't miss work. "Are we gay now?" he asked suddenly. The question snapped me back to the present. "Huh? .....no, well...you're not anything right now." I said, trying to think of how to proceed. "I discovered that I enjoy being with young boys when I was a teenager. You might discover that you like boys also...then again you might find that you like girls, or even both." "Both?" "Sure, there are lots of people that call themselves 'Bisexual', it means they enjoy doing it with both sexes. But you are to young to start worrying about putting a label on yourself. Lets just enjoy each other and not worry about calling it anything right now, ok?" "Ok" he said. He was a very intellegent boy and seemed to be satisfied with my answer as he layed down again, placing his head back on my chest. I began to run my hands down his back again....so soft. Mike sighed and closed his eyes. My cock stirred in my undies. After a bit he climbed on top of me, letting his legs fall to my sides. I began my gentle rubbing again, but when I reached the waistband of his undies, I slipped my hands inside taking hold of both firm cheeks, rubbing...squeezing. "mmmmmmm that feels great, Unc. I really hate to make you stop" he said as he climbed off me. "But it's your turn today." He slid off me and moved his hands to the waistband of my underwear and began to pull. I raised my butt off the bed and he slid them down my legs and off. He twirled them on his finger for a second, grinning all the while, then tossed them ceremoniously to the other side of the room. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Mike" I said as he crawled between my legs. "I'm not gonna do anything I don't want to do" he said grinning as he reached for my hard penis and began to pump it up and down in his fist. I closed my eyes and sighed as he fondled my balls with his left hand. I was already oozing precum...the boy smeared it on my cock with each downward pump, lubricating it. "Man, I've wanted to do this for so long!" Mike confessed. "Really?" I breathed. "Yeah...I always try to see you naked....I love looking at you. Joey and I wanted you to strip so badly the night we watched TV in our undies. I was telling him how good you look naked" he confessed. "We thought if we took our pants off you might, too." "Joey wanted to see me?" I asked. "Yeah, he thinks you're really cool, too." "I noticed you guys looking sometimes." I said, "I wanted you for a long time, too....but I was afraid to try.....I didn't want to screw up our friendship, as for Joey, I'd still be wary of trying anything with him because he could tell someone." "We'll always be friends no matter what happens, Unc. I promise....and Joey'd never tell.....we've been friends for a long time and I know he'd never. ." he said. He paused, still deliciously stroking my cock, then he said: "I love you , Unc....I always have loved you...it's different today though...do you know what I mean?" "Yeah, I do kid.....I love you, too" I knew exactly what he meant. I had told him "Love ya kiddo" a thousand times when I switched off the light to his room at bedtime, or as he walked out my door on his way home....it was different now -- and my heart sang because of it. "Let me know when you're gonna do it," he said as he lowered his head, "so I can be ready." With that, he opened wide and took my hardness into his mouth and went down about half way before his gag reflex made him back off, choking. "Easy, buddy," I said, "Don't take any more than you can. It'll feel good no matter how much you get in." "I just want it to be like how you did it to me...it felt so great all the way in your mouth." "True," I said, "but my dick is a bit bigger and your mouth is a bit smaller, so take it easy. If you want to go down farther, try swallowing when you think you're gonna gag, but back off if you think you're gonna choke, ok?" "Cool." he said and grinned at me as he went back down on me. He sucked up and down on the top third for a bit...licking the head and basically driving me crazy! Then he made another attempt to go farther, swallowing as my cock hit the back of his throat. He gagged a bit, backed off, then went back down...determined to give me the same sensations he felt the night before. Swallowing as he went and breathing through his nose, my cock slipped into his throat. The boy began to work my cock up and down his throat. Sucking hungrily while his hands played between my legs. I have never before or since been sucked like this kid sucked me. I have no idea when the kid stripped off his undies, but the next time I looked down he was naked, frantically jerking his stiff little rod while he blew me. That sent me over the top. "aaaaaaaaagooooooooddddd" I cried, "ahhh Mike here it comes aaaaaaaaafuuuuckkk!" My cock jetted squirt after squirt of thick cum into the boys mouth. His mouth overflowwing, he backed off and the last two shots hit him in the face. He continued to swallow, then dove back down on my still spasming dick, cleaning up the last of my spunk, then licked what had overflowed on my pubic hair...finally cleaning off his face with his fingers and licking them clean. "Man, that's doesn't taste bad at all," he said, still licking his fingers, "I could get used to doing that." The boy returned his mouth to my sensitive penis and milked it with his hand and swallowing a few more drops. I layed on my back gasping for air as the boy climbed back on top of me. I opened my eyes and his beautiful face was above mine, gazing into my eyes, looking for approval. "My God, Mike...that was the best." I breathed. "God I love you, kid." Mike broke into a smile that lighted the entire room. He lowered his lips to mine and we began to kiss, our mouths opening and our tongues moving. I rolled him off of me as we kissed and layed him flat on his back as my hand began to explore his little body, rubbing his chest and belly and finally settling on his little cock...stroking and massaging. He moaned into my mouth. I broke the kiss. "Your turn again." I whispered. I crawled down between his legs,flipped him over onto his belly and spread him as far as I could. I began to massage his cheeks, watching his delicious boyhole open and close. I brought my face to his crotch.....oh God, his wonderful musky smells! I spread his checks wide with my hands and dove in....rimming him madly, shoving my tongue into the boy as far as I could and pulling it out....grunting animal noises while I ate his hairless little asshole like a madman. I grabbed his hips and placed him on his knees, his head still on the pillow. I stuck the index finger of my right hand into my mouth and wet it, then inserted it into the kids tight little hole up to the second knuckle, then sucked his balls into my mouth while gently finger-fucking him. "aaaahhh shit, Uncle chad.......aaaaaafuck!" Mikes wonderful soprano voice rang out in my room as he pushed his ass back into my hand, forcing my finger deeper, in contact with his young prostate. Rolling him over again, I continued to massage his prostate and sucked his delicious little pecker into my mouth, working it up and down. It didn't take long and he was ready....his little cock spasming in my mouth as he cried out again and again, his hot little hole tightening on my finger as I moved it in and out. After, he layed in my arms, his head on my chest, still trying to catch his breath while I gently rubbed his back. We did not speak. Later, I showered with the boy. We kissed deeply as the warm water wet our bodies. I knew he had to leave, but I did not want to let him go. I wanted to hold him forever. As we dressed in clean clothes, he looked at me and smiled. "I love you Uncle Chad." he said sadly. "I love you too, sport." I said, "But you gotta quit acting like your going to a funeral! It'll be ok, you'll be back in two days...in time to spend the weekend with me, or should I say, spend the weekend naked with me.....we'll do it the very second you return. I promise." "The very second?" he kidded, "Like right on the front porch?" "Well, we better at least be inside the front door, don't you think?" I kidded back. "Yeah, I suppose...but it would be kinda cool, being outside and all." "I think maybe I could arrange that someday....not on the front porch, but definitely outside." I shot him an evil grin. "Really?!" he exclaimed. "That would be so......aw, yeah right...you're just fuckin' with me." he said, smiling. "That's ok, you'll get yours!" "I certainly hope so!" I said, reaching for his ribs, tickling him just slightly, making him giggle and squirm. He finished tying his shoes and we walked downstairs together. Just then the doorbell rang. "Mom's here." he said. I answered the door and Jenna was standing on the steps. "How's the little monster." she asked, grinning. "As evil as ever, thank God you're here." I replied, glancing at Mike. He was giving me the dirtiest look, and I knew he wanted to say "Fuck you, asshole" or "Fuckin' moron" but he couldn't, and he knew that I knew he couldn't, which made me grin all the more. Instead he said, "Get bent, Unc" "See what I mean," I said seriously, "No respect." "Well, I'll rescue you for a couple of days anyway." she said, "I wish you were coming with us, Chad. I know you have this big project and all, but couldn't it wait a couple days?" Mike looked hopeful. "I really wish I could, but I am out of vacation....can't afford it." "Ok, we'll be back in a couple of days....I'm sure the monster will be back at his second home this weekend. I really appreciate you letting him stay here as much as he does. You've been like a father to him." "That's fine by me, " I said. "What else do I have to do? I love him like he was my own spoiled rotten little brat." ...that wonderful little scowl again. "Ok, you ready kid? Tell your Uncle Thank you." "Thanks Unc." said Mike as they headed down the walk. Then he turned and called out, "Love ya!" I looked into his eyes and saw that love burning there. My heart melted in an instant and I thought I would cry. "I love you too, kiddo." I said, still looking into his beautiful brown eyes. "Love ya, sis! Have a safe trip....see if you could leave Mike there, would ya?" With Jenna on the other side of the car, Mike flipped me the bird behind his leg, grinning at me all the while. I watched as they got in the car and drove away, Mike's face pressed to the glass as he waved goodbye, his newfound love for me still evident in his face. I walked back into the house, tears streaming down my face. I had found a boy to care for and love. My life was complete, or so I thought.