Date: Fri, 23 Oct 2020 17:50:18 +0000
From: LNightingale@protonmail.com
Subject: On the Road by Laurence Nightingale

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Authors Note: Some elements of this story have been revised to conform with
Nifty guidelines. This is part 16 in my DadzNKidz series.


On The Road (DadzNKidz 16.0)
By Laurence Nightingale

Part 1: Remembrance of Days Past

Chapter 1 (Mb11, oral, anal, coercion, Mb9, jo)

 Brandon McCaffrey worked quickly to put away the laundry, make the beds,
and clean the bathroom. It was already 5:30, and his nephew Jayden would
arrive in less than thirty minutes. He loved hanging out with the kid, and
he didn't want to waste any of their weekend together doing chores.  Having
only recently turned nine, his nephew had become more and more an important
part of his life.

 In the beginning, it had taken some serious discussions with his
brother-over the objections of his sister-in-law Rebecca-for the then six
year old kid to stay overnight. At first Brandon thought Becky was
suspicious of him only to later find out she was primarily worried that he
would reinforce Adam's bad habits without her influence to keep the kid in
line. Jayden was their only child and nine years into it, she had yet to
relax. Brandon was pretty certain she never would.

 But Adam prevailed, emphasizing Jayden's love for his uncle along with the
fact the couple hadn't had time alone since the kid was born, and once a
month they got a weekend to themselves and Brandon got to spend some
quality time with his nephew. Now a year later, they were closer than
ever. At 35, Brandon was unmarried with no kids of his own. He came out as
gay in his teens and never really considered anything more than the single
life. Even now with gay marriage legalized, he didn't see himself settling
down.

 That was until he started spending time with Jayden. He never knew how
having a kid around really changed your perspective and priorities. He
lived for those weekends with the boy. He was like a little brother and
nephew and friend rolled into one. And cute too. And full of giggles and a
love of scary movies. And did he mention how cute he was?

 Brandon was a sexually precocious child. He discovered the joys of his
little pecker when he was four or five. By eight, after finding a discarded
magazine behind the local gas station, he learned all the things that men
could do to each other. Even at that young age, he had little interest in
girls or women, a trait he carried to today. After discovering gay porn, it
became his mission in life to find another guy to have sex with. A boy
wouldn't do, he wanted a man.

 As one might expect, the hookup options for an eight-nine-ten year old
were extremely limited. There were no pickup bars he could go to, dating
apps had yet to be invented, and cell phones were still giant monstrosities
tied to your car.

 In the much studied gay magazine he found, there were several stories. He
didn't really dive into them until he was ten, focusing his masturbatory
fantasies on the glossy photos. Reading through a story the first time was
like discovering the magazine all over again. New parts of his brain were
firing as his imagination delved deeper into sexual exploration.

 One story in particular captured his interest. It was the tale of a
long-haul trucker and all the adventures he had at highway rest stops and
truck stops. The author told of easy, anonymous sex with other drivers and
with young people who hung around where truckers bunked for the night: lot
lizards. Like a magic word that opened Aladdin's cave, Brandon world opened
up.

 He lived in the small town of Emmitsville as a kid. Small, boring,
generic. and safe. One of those everybody knows your name kind of
places. Absolutely the wrong place for a sex-starved boy to get into
trouble. The town was only a mile away from Interstate 80, the major
highway to east-west traffic from Pennsylvania to the Rocky Mountains.
Emmitsville happened to be about a day's drive between Philadelphia and
Chicago, and so was a natural place for truckers to spend the night. A huge
truck stop grew up along the highway just north of Emmitsville. There was a
24-hour greasy spoon restaurant there, along with a large convenience
store, gas stations, and even a video game arcade.

 At the edge of the huge truck parking lot was a shower and restroom
facility for the truckers. In addition to private shower rooms, the
building had bathrooms, washing machines and dryers, and a small
kitchenette with microwaves. There was a row of small dormitory rooms with
single beds for drivers to rent for the night if they were tired of
sleeping in their rigs.

 All children in Emmitsville were warned off of hanging out at the truck
stop. Over and over they were told about the dangerous, unsavory types that
populated the space. There was even whispered talk about prostitutes
servicing clients.

 So when Brandon read that story about the trucker, he knew instantly that
the truck stop by his house was exactly the type of place the author would
have frequented. But how could he go? A ten year old couldn't just go to
the truck stop on his own. Half the town worked there during the day and
would recognize him immediately and call his parents to come get him. And
sharing a room with his older brother complicated any attempts of sneaking
out at night. For the first time in his young life, Brandon experienced
true frustration. The object of his fevered dreams was only a mile away,
and he had no way of getting there.

 Almost a year later he got a reprieve. His brother Adam, who recently
turned sixteen, demanded his own room. After tense negotiations with his
parents, they finally agreed that he could repurpose the rec room in the
basement into his bachelor pad. The fact that Brandon would get a room of
his own as a result was almost too good to be true, so Brandon made sure to
downplay his excitement and play up his sadness at losing his
roommate. Never before had he been so willing to carry boxes of Adam's
stuff down the stairs.

 Their parent's master suite was on the top floor. With Adam moved to the
basement, Brandon was the only one sleeping on the first floor. All of
sudden, going to the truck stop at night seemed less impossible.

 He didn't try anything right away. There was still a month of school left
and then the freedom of summertime. Besides, sleeping alone took some
getting used to. He missed Adam, though he would never admit that even
under threat of torture. Jerking off suddenly became a lot easier with his
own room, a sentiment he was sure Adam felt as well. He planned and
fantasized and prepared for all the adventures he was sure to have as soon
as the final school bell of the year rang.

 Summer vacation was already a week old before Brandon decided to make his
move. He went to bed as early as he could without out raising suspicion. He
set the alarm on his digital watch to ring at midnight and fell asleep. He
woke suddenly when his alarm chirped in his ear. He fumbled to turn it off
then quietly got out of bed, his ears straining to hear any other movement
in the house. He had agonized the night before about what to wear. What did
an eleven year old know about dressing sexy? So he put on a slightly too
small pair of shorts and a tank top, plus a black sweatshirt since he could
already tell the temperature had dropped outside.

 As quietly as he could, he removed the screen from his bedroom window and
propped it against the wall in his bedroom. Then he gingerly lowered
himself onto the grass. He crept over the lawn to the stand of trees at the
back of the property. Earlier in the day, he hid his bike there. He wheeled
the bike to the road and got on. Brandon wanted to shout in joy that he was
free, but he forced himself to stay quiet as he quickly pedaled to the
truck stop.

 The truck stop was a decidedly different place at night. The parking lot
in front of the store and restaurant were mostly empty but the truck lot
was stuffed full of parked vehicles. The tall lot lights created pools of
brightness scattered throughout the pavement, but for the most part area
was cloaked in shadows and dark.

 Brandon sat on his bike and stared into the night. He had no idea what to
do next. No one moved about. It was quiet and lonely. After an hour, he
berated himself for being so stupid and turned back for home. He was so
intent of getting there that he failed to consider what he would do when he
got there. He rode home, stashed his bike in the woods and crept back into
his window. Frustrated and disappointed, he crawled under his sheets and
tried to fall asleep.

 Over the next few days, he studied the trucker story from the
magazine. How had he found people to have sex with? He arranged meetups
with other truckers over his CB radio, which of course Brandon didn't have;
he found partners in the parking lots after dark, which Brandon failed at;
and he found guys in the restroom and either had sex there or back at their
rigs.

 Of course, Brandon thought, that was the solution. He needed to hang out
in the bathroom of the shower facility. Technically the space was only for
truckers with an attendant monitoring visitors and handing out towels and
access to the showers. The showers were closed between midnight and four am
so there was no attendant on duty then. Even so, the doors were left
unlocked so that truckers could access the restrooms, washing machines and
kitchenette.

 That night, Brandon snuck out of his room and pedaled to the truck
stop. He stowed his bike just off the road and looked at his watch. It was
12:15, the attendant should be gone by now. Cautiously he made his way to
the shower house trying as hard as he could to stay to the shadows. He knew
there were security cameras at the entrances and in the hallways, so he
pulled down the brim of his ball cap and put his hood up over his
head. Taking a deep breath to calm his chaotic nerves, he stepped into the
light and pulled open the door.

 His senses were immediately hit by the harsh florescent lighting and the
lingering smell of industrial strength cleaning products. The building was
old and shabby as if it had seen constant use for the last twenty years,
which is had. But it looked clean, reminding Brandon more of the locker
rooms at his school than an unattended park restroom. At eye level, a sign
pointed out the various accommodations. He made a beeline for the men's
restroom. Just as he was about the grab the handle, the door swung open,
nearly knocking Brandon off his feet.

 "Oh damn, sorry about that," the man behind the door said as he reached
out to grab Brandon's thin arm to keep him for falling over. Brandon looked
up in surprise at him. He seemed slightly older than his dad, probably in
his late forties. He had a big barrel chest and a slight beer-belly that
matched his thick arms and legs. He had a salt and pepper beard and his
bright blue eyes shone under the brim of his hat.  Realizing he had been
staring at the man, Brandon instantly flushed a deep red and stuttered out
an apology.

 "No problem," the man said with a grin as he released Brandon's
arm. "Aren't you a little young to be a trucker?"

 "Um," he stammered, "I just live in town."

 "And you decided 12:30 in the morning was a good time to come out to the
truck stop to use the bathroom?  How old are you?"

 Brandon paused, his mind whirling. "Fifteen," he squeaked out.

 The man stared at him for a moment, his complete disbelief clear by the
look on his face. "Fifteen you say? Still a little young to be wandering
around in the middle of the night. You should have said eighteen, it would
have been just as believable." He took Brandon by the arm again and pulled
him into the bathroom. "Ok now that we are out of the cameras, how old are
you really, and don't lie this time."

 Wanting to appear strong, but failing miserably, Brandon mumbled,
"Eleven."

 "Eleven!" the man repeated in surprise. "What are you doing here. Don't
lie."

 "I came here to find a man to have sex with."

 "You were meeting someone here?"

 "No, I thought I could find someone here."

 The man studied Brandon with an appraising look. "How long have you been
coming here trying to find a man?"

 "Um, not long. This is my first time going this far. I came once before
but didn't know where to go, so I went home. I thought the restroom here
might be a good place to go."

 "Do you realize how dangerous this is? You could be kidnapped or worse. Ok
we need to get out of here. I'm going to leave first. You stay in here for
at least two minutes. I'm going back to my rig, it's the big orange one
with the row of yellow lights along the roof on the other side of the
parking lot. I think you should go home, but if you want to talk more, we
can do it there."

 Without another word, the man released his arm and exited the
bathroom. Brandon's heart raced as he walked over to the sink and splashed
some water on his face. The man was right, what the hell had he been
thinking? Coming here was insane. And yet the horny part of his brain kept
pointing out that the man was exactly who he came here to find. Gathering
his wits and throwing his caution aside, he checked himself in the mirror
and left the bathroom.

 Outside he returned to the shadows and looked around. The lights on the
orange tractor glowed like a beacon in the dark. As quickly as he could
without running, he made his way to the rig. He knew the machines were big,
but it wasn't until standing at the bottom of the stairs to the orange semi
that he appreciated how gargantuan they really were. Swallowing his nerves,
he knocked on the door. A familiar face appeared in the window, and then
the door opened.

 Brandon climbed up the stairs and into the cabin. The man had shifted to
the passenger's seat. "Go in the back," he said, point to the curtain
behind the seats. "I need to turn off some lights before we talk."

 Brandon did as he was told and walked through the blue curtains.  Inside
he found a surprisingly roomy area. There was a large bed that took up most
of the right side. On the left was a stand with a TV and VCR, and a
selection of cassette tapes stowed underneath. A small microwave stood on
top of a mini-fridge. Against the wall was a series of stacked drawers that
Brandon assumed held clothes and food. There was nowhere to sit save the
bed so he gingerly sat on the edge of the bed, trying to not disturb
anything.

 The man appeared through the curtain. "So my adventurous little eleven
year old friend decided to not take my advice and go home?"

 Brandon looked embarrassed but said nothing.

 "What's your name boy?"

 "Brandon," he said in nearly a whisper.

 "Well Brandon, nice to meet," he said sitting next to the boy. "I'm Doug."
Brandon shook his hand, marveling at how his massive hand engulfed his own
much smaller one. "You say you are here looking for sex. Have you even seen
a naked man before?"

 "Yes, I found a gay porn magazine several years ago. I know about it. I
jerk off to it all the time."

 "Jerk off! Can you even shoot yet?"

 "Well no, but it still feels good."

 "So you can't cum, you've never seen a naked man in real life, and yet
you're here looking to hook up? I don't know what to make of you, kid."

 "I've seen my dad naked before."

 Doug laughed, "Doesn't count buddy. Catching a glimpse of your dad's soft
dick in the changing room after swimming doesn't count for much."

 Brandon looked away, knowing Doug was right. He was just a stupid kid who
didn't know as much as he thought he did. He felt tears of self-loathing
and frustration pricked his eyes and he quickly wiped them away.

 "Hey Brandon, no need to cry. I'm just trying to help you think through
this. Once you go down this path, you can't go back. So I'll ask again,
after hearing all this, do you still think it's a good idea to come here
looking for sex?"

 He choked back his tears and nodded.

 "That's not good enough Brandon, you need to say it out loud."

 "Yes, I still want to have sex."

  "Ok buddy, how about this? You get naked and I'll get naked too and we'll
see what happens."

 Immediately Doug stood and unbuttoned his flannel shirt. Brandon stared in
disbelief, unable to process what was happening. Doug was bare-chested and
had unbuckled his belt when his prompt shook Brandon's attention, and the
boy removed his own clothes. The more he saw of Doug's burly body, the more
ashamed he felt of his own skinny, hairless body. Doug was bulky and thick
and his chest, arms and legs were covered in thick hair.

 Doug stood in his boxer briefs and watched Brandon strip down to his
tighty whiteys. The boy rocked nervously from side to side, his hands
fig-leafed in front of his crotch. Sensing his unease, Doug said, "Wow,
kid, you got a beautiful body."

 "No I don't," he protested. "I'm scrawny and small and I don't even have
pubic hair. I wish I looked more like you. I think your body is really
nice."

 "Thanks for that, but you'll discover that people like different things. I
think you having no pubic hair yet is as hot as hell. Come on drop your
underwear and let me see."

 Surprised out of his self-loathing, he did as Doug asked and removed his
briefs. Doug drank in the sight of the nude boy before him. He was on the
thin side, and his lightly tanned skin was clear and soft looking. His cock
was soft and maybe two inches long. His small testicles were bunched
against his body in their tight sac, no doubt shrunken in anxiety. And
there was not a stray hair to be found on the creamy white skin around his
pubic area. For all his horniness, the boy still seemed a ways away from
puberty.

 "Turn around," he commanded. When Brandon did, he studied his
backside. The boy's butt was surprising plump, no doubt from ample
exercise. "You play a sport?"

 No turning around, he said, "I play little league in the summer, and I
ride my bike all the time."

 "It shows," Doug said, "you got a nice ass kid." He could see the pleasure
run over the boy as his compliment sunk in. He pulled down his own
underwear and his semi-hard dick swung free. "Ok turn back around."

 Brandon did and his eye honed in on his dick like a laser. Any lingering
doubts about the boy's orientation went out the window. The kid was
definitely a cock hound. "Come over here and touch it."

 Brandon didn't hesitate. He walked over the man and took his dick in both
of his hands. He felt it harden to a full erection. It was so much larger
and thicker than his, probably 6.5 or 7 inches. He stroked the pulsing
organ. Doug released a sigh of pleasure. "Lick it Brandon."

 He stuck out his tongue and ran it around the head of his cock. He was
immediately struck by the taste of Doug. It was unique and new to Brandon;
Doug's dick tasted like he smelled: intense and heady and masculine. The
boy ran his tongue up and down his shaft and head while still stroking it
with his hands.

 "Sit on the bed," Doug told him after tapping his head to get his
attention. "I'm going to teach you how to suck dick."

 Doug moved over to where Brandon sat on the edge of the bed. He laid one
hand on the back of his head and gripped the base of his dick with the
other. "Open your mouth and pull your lips back over your teeth. Number one
lesson with blow jobs is that no one likes teeth grating their dick." When
Brandon did as he was told, Doug pushed just the head of his cock into his
mouth.

 "Now close your lips around my dick to form a seal, but make sure to keep
your teeth covered." It took a few moments for the boy to figure out what
to do, but finally Doug felt the pressure of his lips around the
circumference of his cock.

 "I'm going to push further in your mouth now. I want you to keep your lips
tight around my shaft and create suction just like you would for a
popsicle. Here I go." Doug pushed several inches into Brandon's mouth. He
went slow, allowing the boy time to figure out what his mouth needed to do,
but soon Doug fucked his face.

 "Let's add another element. I want you to do everything you've been doing,
but now I want you to add your tongue to the equation. You should run your
tongue around my head and shaft, caress it as I drive into your mouth. Ok
let's try it." Putting all of his new skills together proved a challenge
for Brandon. But he was persistent, clearly wanting to learn, and Doug was
patient. Brandon soon figured out a rhythm and though he still made
mistakes, he turned out to be an apt pupil.

 Doug let the boy suck his dick for almost forty minutes. It was hot and
wonderful, but the man wanted to fuck. He tapped Brandon's shoulder to get
his attention. After the boy pulled off, he said, "Let's try something
different. I want you to lay face down on the bed with your legs over the
edge."

 The boy immediately got into position. Doug stood up, stretched his back,
then got on his knees behind the boy's upturned butt. He placed a large
hand on each fairly round buttock and spread them, exposing his most
intimate area. Like his groin, his hole was smooth and pink, and
surprisingly clean for a boy his age. He smelled faintly of soap so Doug
was certain Brandon showered before coming here. Leaning forward, he swiped
his tongue up his crack.

 Brandon jerked in surprise, but a quick hand on the small of his back kept
him in place. Reveling in the clean taste of the boy's asshole, Doug went
to work with his tongue. Soon Brandon moaned like a wanton slut; Doug knew
that wasn't far from the truth. His continued attention caused the muscles
to relax and he worked the tip of his tongue inside. He reached under the
bed and grabbed a bottle of lube. After slicking up his index finger, he
ran it around the virgin hole while kissing Brandon's buttocks. Once it was
lubed, he pressed a finger inside his anus.

 He took one finger well, so he moved on to two. The sudden hiss showed
this caused the boy some pain, but Doug kept his slow and steady pace. He
knew it would take time to loosen up Brandon's virgin asshole.

 By three fingers, it was clear Brandon felt serious discomfort. He whined
and moaned but to his credit he never begged Doug to stop. Satisfied the
boy was opened enough to fuck, he stood, leaving his finger in his anus.

 "Swing around and suck my dick." In the intervening time while fingering
the kid, his cock has softened considerably. "Get me hard again." Brandon
followed orders and soon Doug's cock was back at full mast. He withdrew
from Brandon's mouth and moved the boy back over the bed. He grabbed a
pillow and tossed it to the boy.

 "This will probably hurt like a bitch at first, so scream into the pillow
if you need to. I don't mind, I'll keep going either way." Giving Brandon
no time to protest, he stepped between his legs and leaned forward until
his cock head was against his hole. He held him down to the mattress with a
hand on the center of his back and gripped the base of his dick with the
other. Even with the ample loosening, his sphincter didn't want allow the
invasion. Doug pushed harder and harder until the muscle gave way and the
head and a few inches of shaft shoved in.

 Brandon's entire body tensed up as the intensely sharp and jagged pain
tore through his body. He tried to scream but no sound emitted from his
mouth. Knowing it was about to arrive, Doug quickly leaned forward and
pressed the pillow against the boy's face. Finally the initial shock
subsided and a tortured scream poured out of Brandon's mouth, greatly
muffled by the pillow. Doug waited until he felt the hole ease up just a
little and then he shoved more cock inside the eleven year old. Doug
continued this incremental approach until his entire 7 inches invaded the
boy's rectum.

 Brandon cried, the pain no longer sharp, but still an intense fire in his
guts. He wanted Doug to stop, wanted to go home, and begged and pleaded as
much. The man ignored him, waiting only so long as it took for his asshole
to relax before pounding the boy's cunt with gusto. He wrapped both hands
around the kid's hips and pulled him hard onto his cock with every
stroke. He couldn't remember the last time he enjoyed a fuck quite as much.

 Doug couldn't last forever, the hole was too tight, the fuck was too
good. He slammed Brandon's hole as hard as he could before blasting a full
load of steaming hot cum deep in his guts. All of a sudden his energy left
him and he collapsed on the bed, turning to the side at the last minute to
avoid crushing the slight boy. He pulled the kid close as he waited for his
heart rate to slow, his cock still inside.

 Brandon had stopped crying by now. His asshole still hurt, but the pain
had dulled. Getting fucked had been much more traumatic that he had
thought, but he remembered Doug told him that it would hurt at first. And
his did like lying close together afterwards.

 After a few minutes, Doug got up and grabbed some wipes from one of the
drawers. He cleaned himself off and then handed the wipes to Brandon. He
tried to clean himself as best as he could.

 "Time to get dressed kid. It's already 2:30 in the morning. I need to get
some sleep cause I need to be on the road at a decent time in the morning."

 Brandon dressed himself, slowed considerably by the pain in guts. Once he
was dressed, Doug pulled him close and gave him a deep, tongue-filled kiss.

 "I had fun kid. I'll be back through here in eight days. Make sure you get
your ass here a little earlier than you did tonight so I don't have to be
up as late. Oh, and you were on to the right idea. That bathroom is a great
place to pick up guys. You just need to work on your chill a little and
relax." He guided Brandon to the door and after another kiss, sent him down
the steps to the ground. He closed the door to the rig and flipped off the
cabin light.

 Brandon hobbled as quickly as he could back to his bike. He tried at first
to ride, but the hard seat was more than his aching ass could handle, so he
walked his bike all the way home. He crawled back into his room and
replaced the screen. His stomach gurgled and he ran to the bathroom. He
expelled a bunch of pent up air along with a big wad of pink-tinged sperm
into the toilet.  He cleaned himself up and silently returned to his
bedroom. As he lay under his blankets, trying to ignore the ache enough to
fall asleep, he wondered if it had been worth it.

 He spent the next day in bed, telling his mom that he had a stomach ache
which wasn't far from the truth. By the next day, he felt markedly
better. He thought a lot about what happened that night while lying in
bed. He liked sucking dick a lot, and getting rimmed was amazing. Sure the
fucking hurt, but it had been his first time. And being held by Doug
afterwards felt perfect.

 It wasn't a surprise then when he found himself back at the truck stop two
days later. He didn't find a partner every time he went but often he
did. Most of the guys only wanted a quick blow job, which he was fine
with. The first time a guy came in his mouth was a bit of a shock, but he
quickly learned to like it. Most of the guys were nice, a few weren't. One
guy in particular insisted on Brandon deep throating his super long
dick. As much as he tried, he couldn't get past his gag reflex. So the man
grabbed his hair hard and forced himself as deep as he wanted to
go. Brandon had been terrified, but once the man came down his throat, he
released him and even apologized for his rough behavior. And he did teach
Brandon how to do it properly. Soon the boy was servicing the man every
time he came through town.

 He met up with Doug regularly. He typically spent an overnight at the
truckstop at least twice a week and Brandon tried to be there as often as
he could, even when school started up again in the fall. He had become a
bone fide lot lizard, a title he maintained until he went off to college at
eighteen and his sexual escapades took a different direction.

 Somewhere along the way, his tastes turned from big burly men like Doug
toward younger and younger guys. He would chat with guys online about taboo
subjects, and he became a voracious reader of underage erotica. When his
nephew was born, he had nothing but warm feelings of love for the amazing
little boy. As Jayden got older, and they spent more time together, they
became buds. But something changed about a year ago. Suddenly his nephew
became just about the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. The realization nearly
knocked him to the ground. He'd never done anything with Jayden-outside of
some mostly innocent bath times and wrestling matches-and he wasn't sure he
even wanted to. But he couldn't get the idea of someone having sex with his
now nine year old nephew out of his head. And he didn't know what to do
about that at all.

 He was shook from his musing by a clamor at his front door. He opened it
to find an overexcited Jayden on the other side.

 "UNCLE BRANDON, I'M HERE!" he shouted as he gave him a hung before running
in to throw his bag in the guest bedroom. His dad was a few steps behind
him.

 "Hey Adam," Brandon said, "Seems like Jayden is excited for the weekend."

 "He's been unbearable for the last few days since he found out. Hope
you're well rested, his hyperactivity is off the charts today."

 "We'll be fine. Maybe he wouldn't be so hyper if he got to stay over more
often," Brandon said, the implications heavy in the air.

 "Hey bro, I'm on your side," Adam said, his hands out flat in front of
him. "You know how Rebecca is, how conservatively she was raised. But she's
gotten better with you being gay; keep being patient with her. She can
clearly see that Jayden thinks the world of you."

 "I know," Brandon said, "and I'm really not complaining. I'm grateful for
any time I get to spend with my nephew. I just wish it could be more
often. Have you given anymore thought about letting Jayden join me on my RV
trip?"

 "You know I'm fine with it, and Rebecca is coming around. We've been
thinking about taking a trip ourselves, and I mentioned if Jayden was with
you, we wouldn't have to worry about him while we were gone. I'll try to
suggest it to her again this weekend.

 "Anyway, I need to head back. Jayden," he called out down the hallway,
"come say goodbye to your dad!"

 Jayden ran out and gave his dad a big hug and told him goodbye several
times before pulling away and returning back to his room.

 "What is so important in there?"

 "If I had to guess," Brandon said, "I think he's playing a game on our old
video game console, you know from when we were kids. He loves that thing."

 "That's crazy; we had such good times with that. Surprised it still
works. Anyway," Adam said while hugging his brother, "call me if you have
any problems. We'll see you Sunday afternoon when you drop him off at
home."

 The weekend was pretty typical. They played video games, ate pizza, and
watched a scary movie that Jayden loved. The boy slept in bed with him like
they usually did and Brandon sat awake from a long time confused and
incredibly turned on by the little blond boy snuggled next to him.

 The next day they went to a reptile park and then to the beach. Seeing his
nephew in skimpy bathing briefs caused an immediate boner and Brandon had
to sit on the sand with his knees up until it faded. Once he was able to
join the boy in the water, Jayden thought it was hilarious to dive under
the water and grab his uncle's crotch. Thankfully the cold ocean water kept
his dick to a semi. Getting hard in public was embarrassing but there was
no way he was going to stop the boy.

 That night after dinner, he set up Jayden with his favorite video game and
went to his own room. He needed to jerk off badly and this might be his
only opportunity. He closed his door but didn't lock it. He stepped out of
his shorts and underwear and lay on his bed. A few strokes and the memory
of his nephew's playful attention under the water had him hard in no
time. He was so completely engrossed his thoughts he didn't hear the voice
from the door: "Uncle Brandon, what are you doing?"

 A rush of panic fell over him, but he forced himself to calm down. This
wasn't a big deal unless he made it one. Besides he wanted to know what the
boy would do.

 "I'm just jerking off buddy," he said, still slowly stroking. "I thought
you were playing your game."

 "I was and I did something really cool and I wanted to show you."

 "Sure, let me finish and I'll join you in a little while."

 "Uncle Brandon, what's jerking off?"

 "Well, sometimes a man's penis gets hard, and it feels really good is he
strokes it like I'm doing. It's something you'll do when you're older. Why
don't you go back to your game?"

 Jayden paused, looking thoughtful. "Can I stay and watch?"

 Brandon smiled. "If you want too, but you have to promise me you won't
tell anyone. This is super private and your parents wouldn't like it if
they found out I showed you. I'd get in a lot of trouble."

 "I won't tell, I promise," Jayden reassured him. He remained just inside
the doorway, his fixed on Brandon's cock.

 "Ok bud," Brandon said, and returned to putting on a show for his
nephew. Soon the boy moved into the room and next to the bed.

 "Um, Uncle Brandon," he said.

 Brandon slowed his hand and looked over at the boy. "Yeah, Jayden?"

 "Um, do you think I could touch it?"

 Brandon's heart jumped into his throat. Forcing his voice to remain
normal, "Yeah, you can if you want to."

 Jayden climbed up on the bed next to his uncle and encircled the throbbing
organ with both hands.

 "Wow," he exclaimed. "It feels so cool!"

 Brandon just nodded, nearly overwhelmed by the fact that his beautiful
sexy nephew's hands were wrapped around his dick.

 The boy explored for a while, including hefting his nuts, before he copied
the jerking motions he'd witnessed earlier. His grip wasn't nearly as firm
as he liked it, but all the same it was one of the hottest handjobs he'd
ever experienced. Too soon, he was ready to pop. He gathered his wits
enough to explain what was about to happen.

 "So when a guy strokes his penis for a while and he feels really good, he
does something called cumming. That means a milky white liquid will shoot
from the little hole at the end of my penis. It's called semen or cum, and
it contains my sperm. I'm going to cum really soon, so if you don't want to
get any on your hands, you should stop jerking my dick."

 "Oh, I wanna see it!" Jayden, said, excited and moving his hands faster.

 Satisfied by his attempt to warn the boy, he dove into the sensation and
let his orgasm overtake him. A thick wad blasted from his cock and landed
on his chest and stomach. A further stream of semen overflowed and ran down
his shaft, coating the boy's hands. Jayden released his dick and looked
closely at the semen on his fingers. He sniffed it a few times before
sticking out his tongue and taking a tentative taste. He made a little face
but didn't spit it out or make a big show of it. He crawled off the bed and
went to wash his hands.

 Brandon pulled himself together and joined him in the bathroom. After they
cleaned up, he said, "So how about we play some video games for a while and
then get pizza for dinner?"

 Brandon spent a sleepless night after he dropped his nephew off at home.
But when no angry knock on the door or phone call came by Tuesday, he
relaxed. It looked like Jayden kept his promise and a world of
possibilities opened up for him.

 The summer went by in a blur. He worked, he went to the beach, he hung out
with his brother, but there was no time for Jayden to spend another weekend
with him. However, Adam called with the best news in mid-July: he and the
wife were heading on vacation in mid-August, and he could take Jayden along
on his road trip as long as they were back before school started.

 To Be Continued.

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