Date: Wed, 31 Jul 2013 5:22:38 -0500
From: guiness@suddenlink.net
Subject: My Nephews Have Their Way, Part 3

So, my muscle jock of a nephew has me by the hair, on my knees right in
front of his crotch.  I can only imagine what he meant by "while you're
down there". I reluctantly (but secretly eagerly) prepare to worship his
sizable cock that is straining the thin material of his running shorts.

"Ken, yo Ken! Where are you?"

I suddenly hear Doug calling for me from the house.

Logan throws me back and releases his grasp from my hair and plops down on
the weight bench.

"Shit! Well, answer him before he gets nosy! And get behind me like you're
spotting me"

I was Kind of taken aback that just this short little episode has given my
nephew a sense of authority over me. However, not wanting to seem
suspicious, I did as he ordered.

"Hey, I'm out here spotting Logan on the bench press.  What's up?"

Thankfully Doug just stayed at the back door of the house.

"You need to start getting the food on the grill; we'll be ready to eat in
about 30 minutes"

"Okay, be in in a minute"

I started to compose myself.

"Well, I guess we will have to pick up where we left off after dinner",
Logan said while staring at me and rubbing his engorged dick through his
shorts.

"Yeah, I don't think that'll be happening.  I let you get away with a
little fun but you took it way too far.  Showing off your body and muscle
growth is one thing.  Showing off other body parts is not appropriate."
(Even if I actually was looking forward to it)

Logan scoffed at my comment.  He then stood up from the bench and stepped
into my personal space.  His 6'+ frame eclipsed my 5'9" height and he
looked down at me.

"You LET me?  Hahaha.  Don't think so, dude.  You couldn't make a dent in
my biceps and your pathetic attempt at punching my abs made me laugh.
Then, I so easily knocked you on your ass with just one outstretched arm.
If anybody is letting anybody do anything it's me."

I couldn't believe the arrogance of this 14 yo punk.  However, I wasn't
going to let him see my frustration. I turned toward the door and started
to leave.

"Whatever floats your boat, Logo. I gotta go start cooking"

Logan took a few broad strides and positioned himself between me and the
door.

"Okay then, let's prove it.  I'll arm wrestle you and if I win, you will
pick up where you left off.  If you win, I'll do whatever you want."

I was so ready to get out of the situation I mindlessly agreed to his
challenge before I realized I could quite possibly lose.  We both got on
our stomachs and locked hands.

Logan started us off: "Ready, set, go!"

I started off at about 75% of my max effort and found we were in a dead
heat.  Logan calmly smiled at me. He then grimaced a little and my arm
started steadily going down. At about half way, I kicked in a little more
and brought us back to upright and then gained on him. I got him to about 3
inches off the floor and stopped. He began to huff and groan and started
moving me back.  At this point I only had a little bit to give and put my
weight behind it. I slowly pushed him back and finally pinned him. I was
exhausted.

Logan was pissed.  "Shit! I almost had you.  If I weren't already tired
from my workout, I probably would've easily taken you."

Not letting my exhaustion show, I smoothly got up and went to prepare
dinner.  Upon leaving the shop, I bumped into Lance, Logan's older, buffer,
brother.  At 5'6", he was a runt of a kid. But, what he lacked in height
was made up for with pure lean muscle mass.

"Hey Lance, you hungry?  About to get the grill going"

"Hell yeah, Uncle Ken, I'm ready for some F-O-O-D!"

Lance proceeded to the shop and I started to grill.



So, I didn't get any responses about the Part 2. Don't know if anyone liked
it.  This segment got a little lost in detail.  The next couple will get to
some better stuff.

Feedback is always welcome.