Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2004 07:56:38 EDT
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: Second Thoughts: The Nephew by Justin Davis (M/t,oral,anal,incest)

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Second Thoughts: The Nephew
By
Justin Davis


That particular summer, I had reluctantly agreed to look after my
sister's sixteen-year-old son, Jason, while she went on a weeklong cruise
with some of the other girls at the office where she worked. I say
reluctantly not because I thought Jason was a bad kid, as
sixteen-year-olds go. In fact, I had baby-sat him off and on from the
time he was a year old until he was three.

I was reluctant because as a gay male, two years shy of forty, I had
spent a lot of energy, time, and money getting my condo decorated just
the way I wanted it and I was pretty much set in my ways about things.
The prospect of having a sixteen year old around messing up the guest
bedroom and the bathroom, much less having to protect all the antiques
from harm, just wasn't that appealing to me.

When Jason was three my sister and her former husband moved out to San
Diego and so I didn't see Jason for some time. Every few years, there
was the usual family photo in the Christmas card and an occasional phone
call. However, it would be fair to say that contact with my sister
during their stay in California was pretty much at a minimum.

As many with marriages, my sister's marriage didn't work out and she had
packed herself and Jason up and moved back to Orlando just about the time
Jason had turned fifteen. In the year since their return, there had been
a few times that I had picked Jason up from school for Louise or had met
up with them for dinner or some such. However, with my work schedule at
the time most of my contact with Louise was our conversations over the
phone during the week or on weekends.

For a sixteen-year-old, Jason seemed fairly typical. He wore the usual
baggy tee shirts and jeans that seemed to swallow him up and the latest
trainers that I thought looked ugly. Then again, when one gets my age a
lot of popular clothing items begin to look strange.

The first time I laid eyes upon Jason, after their return to Orlando, I
was impressed with the way he had grown in the years since I had last
seen him last. Evidently, he had hit is growth spurt early and was
already almost as tall as I was, and I am six feet tall.

Jason had inherited his father's auburn-colored hair, which he wore long
down to his shoulders, as well as his father's green eyes and good looks,
and I couldn't help but think how many a girl was probably casting more
than just one wishful glance in his direction.

Sunday afternoon came and Louise showed up at the condo with Jason, his
bag and back pack in tow, quickly dropped him off, and then headed for
the cruise terminal, late for that as she usually was for everything
else.

"So, let me show you the guest bedroom. You can put your bag and back
pack there and unpack when you want," I said, after I closed the door.

"Gosh! You sure got lots of old stuff," Jason remarked, looking around
the living room and then over toward the dining area.

"Yes, some of the furniture and lamps are quite old," I replied.

"I bet they cost a lot of money huh?" Jason said, prompting me to chuckle
a little.

"Yeah, some of this stuff did cost quite a bit of money," I replied.
"Come on, I'll show you where to put your things," I added.

"Wow! That's a nice entertainment center you got," Jason remarked.

"Yeah, that and my computer work area are pretty much up to date. I do
most of my work from here at the condo now," I said.

"Yeah, I've heard mom talk about that. You got Direct TV or something?"
Jason asked.

"No, you can't have any kind of outside antenna here. But, I do have
cable," I replied.

"Kewl!" Jason responded.

"Come on, I'll show you your bedroom," I said.

I helped Jason unpack his things and aquatinted him with the bathroom.
Then, while Jason watched the television, I sat about fixing us some
hamburgers for dinner. Being a typical growing teenager, Jason gulped
down two of the burgers, like I figured he would, and we both turned in
rather early that evening, me saying goodnight to him as he sat in bed
playing with his Game Boy.

"Morning, Uncle Jus," I heard Jason's voice say the next morning as I sat
at the breakfast table reading my newspaper and sipping my second cup of
coffee.

I looked up from the paper and was surprised to see Jason entering the
kitchen wearing only a pair of green, plaid, knee-length boxer shorts. I
really hadn't seen the kid with that few clothes on since he was three
and I was somewhat surprised at his physical appearance, not having been
able to see much of him in the baggy clothes he wore all the time.

Already, Jason's tummy had a six pack, and there was a thin trail of
auburn-colored hair from his navel downward to the top of his boxers, I
assumed meeting up with auburn-colored pubes underneath the plaid shorts.

"Morning, Jase! You sleep well?" I asked, as Jason plopped himself down
in the empty chair across from me.

"Yeah, that old bed is really comfortable," he replied, prompting me to
chuckle a bit at his use of the term "old" to refer to the antique bed.

"Well, it's the new mattress and box springs that make it comfortable. I
can assure you a hundred years ago you wouldn't have thought it to be
that comfortable. You hungry?" I replied.

"Yeah, what yah got?"

"Well, I can fix bacon, eggs, and toast if you want. There's cereal in
the pantry. What ever you want."

"Uh, just cereal is okay," Jason replied, the yawned and stretched,
giving me a glimpse of the tufts of auburn hair in his armpits.

"Fine. That's all I usually eat for breakfast. I'll get the cereal and
milk," I replied, and got up from the table.

While I opted for the Total, Jason dove into the Frosted Flakes and as we
ate I began to lay my usual schedule for him.

"I usually work in my study until noon most days," I said, beginning to
give him the idea that I didn't plan on being the entertainment committee
for the entire week. "You can watch television if you want. There's
also a big pool downstairs, which you can see from the balcony over
there, and there's also a couple of tennis courts and a basket ball court
behind the second building if you're into any of that. I have a racket
you can borrow but not a basket ball," I added.

"Kewl!" Jason replied, and shoveled another spoon full of Frosted Flakes
into his mouth.

Once breakfast was over, Jason promptly plopped himself in front of the
television and set about watching the Cartoon Channel while I cleaned up
the kitchen. That done, I told him I would be in my study working on the
computer and if he needed anything to holler and set out to finish the
usual financial reports I needed to send by noon on Monday.

As usual, I was so focused on what I was doing that I didn't notice that
two hours had elapsed and the television and been turned off, nor,
because of the location of the study, did I notice that Jason had gone
back to his bedroom.

"Uncle Jus, I think I'm gonna go try out the pool. You got a towel,"
Jason's said, prompting me to turn around from the computer and look
toward the doorway of the study.

"Uh, yeah sure," I replied, somewhat taken aback by the fact that Jason
was standing in the doorway dressed only in a yellow Speedo swimsuit.
"You going like that?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah. Why?" Jason asked, one hand propped up on the door jam, his
body slightly turned sideways, immediately making it obvious that the
plaid boxers had hidden other places Jason had grown, and grown a lot.

"Well, it's just that most guys your age would rather die than be caught
in a swim suit like that," I replied.

"It's what Derrick and I wore all the time to the beach in San Diego,"
Jason replied, rather matter of factly.

"Whose Derrick?" I asked.

"He was my best friend. I still chat with him on the computer at home.
You don't mind if I use yours do you?"

"Not at all. I'll show you when you get back from the pool. I should be
finished by then. Now, let me get that towel for you," I said, getting
up from my chair in front of the computer desk.

I got Jason the towel and then scolded myself for thinking what a perfect
butt he had and how his swim suit just amplified his long legs even more
as I watched him disappear down the hallway toward the front door of the
condo. Shaking my head, I immediately got back to work on my reports,
quickly putting Jason out of my mind.

By the time I was uploading the reports to the office computer system,
Jason hollered at me that he was back and was going to take a shower and
I hollered back at him where he could find the bag rags.

"Is it okay if I use this shampoo? I didn't bring any," Jason's said,
prompting me to turn around from the computer and glance at the doorway
of the study again.

For a moment, I sat speechless. In the open doorway, holding my bottle
of shampoo, was Jason as naked as the day he was born. He did indeed
have a nice auburn-colored bush of pubes that only helped to accent what
was no longer a circumcised little boy penis, which I had seen the times
I had changed his diapers or bathed him. No, the at least five-inch
flaccid penis, and plum- sized, low-hanging, balls beneath it were no
little boy's equipment. Jason had gotten his sexual growth early as well
it seemed. I immediately assumed that in a few more years he would have
a cock like his father, remembering that Louise had said that Jacob was
hung like a moose.

"Uh, yeah sure. That's fine. Use all the shampoo you want. But, try not
to run around here naked. Okay?" I replied.

"Yeah, okay. Sure!" Jason replied, and shrugged his shoulders and
disappeared from the doorway.

It was when I turned my attention back to the computer that I noticed I
had the beginnings of a hard on underneath my khaki shorts. Immediately,
I became disgusted with myself.

After lunch, Jason sat in my computer chair, dressed only in his plaid
boxers again, and listened and watched attentively as I showed him how to
sign on to my ISP and how to use the IM capabilities. Satisfied that he
knew more about that that than I did, I left him alone and headed out to
the grocery store.

"You looked kind of shocked today when you saw me naked," Jason said at
the dinner table that evening, having swallowed another mouthful of meat
sauce and pasta.

"Uh, well, I was just surprised, that's all." I replied, having gulped
down my own mouthful of food in response to the boldness of his question.

"Why? You've seen me naked before."

"Uh, that was when you were three years old and I would bathe you
sometimes. You aren't a little kid anymore."

"You got hard, huh?" Jason said, and smiled.

"No way! I was just shocked, that's all." I replied.

"I betcha did," Jason replied, and halfway snickered.

"I most certainly did not! Now eat your food!" I replied.

"I bet yah did. In fact, I bet you do now," Jason said, and got up from
the table, quickly shucked off his boxers, and then stood there with his
hands on his hips.

"Jason Baker, you put those shorts back on right now!" I demanded.

"I bet my butt turns you on, too," he said, and turned around and gave me
a look at his perfect, tight, bubble butt.

"Jason, I mean it. That's enough! Put those damn shorts back on." I
said loudly.

Jason turned back around and stood with his hands on his hips again.

"Which you like best? My butt or my dick?" he asked.

"Jason, look. That's enough. You shouldn't be standing here naked in
front of me and you shouldn't be asking anyone my age about anything like
that," I replied.

"Look, I know you're gay. If you were a guy my age would you think I'm
sexy?" Jason asked.

"No!" I replied.

"You mean you don't think I look sexy?"

"No boy your age looks sexy to me," I replied, lying my ass off.

"But, what if you were my age? Would I look cute?"

"Yes, now put your shorts back on. Your dinner's getting cold," I said.

"Kewl!" Jason replied, and stepped back into his boxers, pulled them up,
then plopped himself back down in his chair.

Although I felt like scolding Jason for what had just occurred, I decided
it was best just to say no more about it. The sooner the incident was
forgotten about the better, I figured, and nothing more was said about it
either that night or the next morning at breakfast.

It was later that morning, while Jason was at the pool again, that I
clicked on the Start Menu to find a file and inadvertently the cursor
swung over the Documents Menu. Instantly, I discovered that what seemed
to be endless "jpeg" files had been accessed. Quickly, I went to the "My
Pictures" folder. There was nothing there. I used the search feature
and scanned through the results. Nothing unusual either. I went to the
Start Menu then to the Documents Menu and clicked on one of the "jpeg"
files.

Promptly, the file opened revealing the picture of a naked blonde guy
probably in his twenties. I clicked on another. It was a picture of a
kid about Jason's age. I opened another. It was a guy about my age,
naked and hard. It was all porn, gay porn. Jason had been doing more
than just using the IM feature on the computer.

Immediately, I set out deleting the contents of the Documents Menu by
going into the Task Bar and Start Menu Folder, deleting all recently
accessed documents, cleaning out the "cookies" folder and temporary
internet files folder, and then running my file scrubber program. I
would have to have a talk with Jason now for sure.

About the time I figured Jason would soon return, I sat on the living
room couch and watched the television and waited. Sure enough, in about
half and hour he bounded through the front door dressed in his yellow
Speedo, towel in hand.

"Hey! Watcha watching?" He asked as he saw me.

"The news. When you finish your shower come back in here. I want to
talk to you about something," I said.

"Uh, yeah. Sure," Jason replied, and shrugged his shoulders and
disappeared down the hallway toward the bathroom.

About half and hour later, which I thought was an unusually long time,
Jason reappeared dressed in a different pair of plaid boxers and plopped
himself down upon the end of the couch where I sat.

"What's up?" he asked.

I picked up the remote and turned off the television and looked at him.

"I don't think you better use the computer anymore while you're here," I
said.

"Uh, why not?" Jason asked.

"Well, let's just say I don't download porn off of the Internet," I
replied, causing his facial expression to change.

"Oh shit! I thought I erased it all," Jason replied.

"No, you forgot to clean out the recent access folder. And, I might add,
some of those pictures you downloaded are illegal. Do you know if that
some of that stuff got found on my computer I could go to prison?
Underage porn is illegal in every civilized country in the world," I
said.

"Gosh! I'm sorry," Jason replied, his eyes cast downward.

"What web sites did you go to to get that stuff?" I asked.

"I didn't. I cleaned out my In Box," he replied, then looked down at his
feet.

"You're In Box? Who the hell sent you that stuff?"

"Derrick. He sends me stuff all the time," Jason replied, looking up at
me.

"Just how old is this Derrick?"

"Twenty three," Jason replied.

"Good god! Your best friend in San Diego was a guy twenty three years
old?" I exclaimed.

"Well, he wasn't twenty three then. He is now," Jason replied.

"Your mom let you run around with a guy that much older than you?" I
asked.

"Uh, yeah. She knew I liked him and that we got along. Besides, he
didn't do nothing I didn't want him to," Jason replied.

"Wadda yah mean?" I asked.

"Stuff!"

"What kind of stuff?" I asked.

"You know, gay stuff," Jason replied.

"Holy crap! You mean you fooled around with the guy!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, sure."

"Good God! He could go to prison for that! He must be crazy!" I said.

"He's not crazy. And, I'm not either. I may be gay but I'm not crazy!
You shouldn't talk about Derrick like that," Jason replied, with a hurt
look on his face and tears beginning to form in his eyes.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm just shocked, that's all," I said.

"Mom knew," Jason muttered under his breath.

"You're mom knew!" I exclaimed loudly.

"Uh, yeah. I spent almost all the time I could at his apartment. He has
his own place, which is really neat, and he is super good with computers
and works for a computer company already and everything," Jason gushed.

"Just what did you guys do, Jason?" I asked.

Immediately, I had second thoughts about asking him and really wished I
hadn't when he began to tell the whole story. The two of them had done
it all. Masturbated together, sucked each other, Derrick fucked him all
the time. At fifteen years old, my nephew had already begun having gay
sex with great regularity.

In great detail, Jason described how he had gotten fucked the first time,
and how it had hurt at first but that Derrick had been gentle and how
sometimes they would make love all night long and he would be so tired he
would fall asleep in class the next day.

Tears started to run down Jason's cheeks, and he wiped them away
frequently with his hand, as he told me how much he loved Derrick and how
terribly he missed him. Then, he proceeded to describe him in intricate
physical detail, down to even how his cum tasted.

I hated myself. I got rock hard underneath my shorts listening to the
kid's accounts of their sexual encounters. It reminded me of some of my
own at that age. Yet, never with someone so much older than me. My
heart broke, as the tears poured down his cheeks and he continued to go
on and on. I opened my arms and he slid over into them. I closed my
arms around him, his head on my shoulder, and let him cry as he spilled
it all out.

"I love you," he said, when he had finished and looked up at me.

"I love you, too," I replied.

I wasn't prepared for what happened next. Jason moved his head toward
mine and planted a kiss on my lips far beyond someone his age should have
known about. Then, his tongue felt like it was trying to find the back
of my throat.

"No! We can't do this!" I protested, having broken the kiss.

"We can! Please! I wanna," Jason said, and his mouth was right back
where it had been.

"Jason, no! I'm your Uncle for God's sake!" I replied, again breaking
his kiss.

"Look! I'm hard just for you! See!" Jason said, and quickly shucked
off his boxers, exposing his hard eight-inch dick.

God in heaven only knew what the thing would look like by the time he was
twenty-one! Evidently, Jacob's genes had sure come through in the dick
department.

"Jason, honey. We can't! It's wrong!" I said.

"Justin, please!" Jason replied.

It was the first time he had ever called me anything but Uncle Justin or
Uncle Jus. I looked into his eyes, and any reservations I had began to
melt away like an iceberg hit by a nuclear bomb.

"It's wrong, Jason," I replied, still protesting.

"No, it's not," he said, and took hold of my hand, got up off of the
couch, and pulled me upward.

As he led me to the guest bedroom, his bed, a thousand thoughts ran
through my mind. I could see the gates of hell opening up to swallow me
when I died. Yet, I let myself be pulled along, like a small child,
toward the inevitable incest that was to come.

Evidently, Derrick had taught him well, and I could only imagine how hot
the two of them must have been together. He devoured my body with his
mouth like he had been doing it all his life. I gasped and moaned and
squirmed like an eel as he went places with his mouth I thought only I
knew how to do. He slurped on my cock like it was a candy cane and I
repaid him in kind.

"You're so thick," he commented, having taken his mouth off of my cock.

"Yeah, I didn't get your grandfather's length but I got the thick," I
replied, referring to the fact that my dick never approached my dad's
eleven inches, but, I did have eight inches of two and one-half inch wide
meat.

"Fuck me with it," he said.

"Jason, really, I don't think I should do that," I replied.

"Please! Fuck me! I need it," he responded.

"Oh God! I can't believe this," I said.

"Fuck me please!" Jason pleaded, almost in desperation.

"I don't have any condoms," I said.

"Do me bareback," he countered, shocking me that he even knew the term.

"Jason, that's not safe. Besides I'm not particularly fond of getting
shit on my dick," I replied, hoping that would end the discussion.

"You won't get shit on your dick. I decided I wanted to get you when I
came back from the pool. I found your enema bag in the bathroom
yesterday. I cleaned myself out when I got back from the pool. That's
why it took me so long. Fuck me! Put it in me. Please!" Jason said.

"Let's try something else first," I said, putting him off.

Jason seemed puzzled as I repositioned myself upon the bed and pushed his
legs back toward his head. Then, as I dove in and began to eat his hole
out his cries of delight and ecstasy filled the bedroom.

"You like that, huh?" I asked, eventually coming up for air.

"Oh God yes!" Jason replied, prompting me to smile. "Fuck me now.
Please!" he then said.

"I don't have any lube," I replied, coming up with another excuse.

"Yeah you do," he said, and reached for the drawer of the nightstand by
the bed and pulled out a tube of lube that he obviously had brought with
him along with his other things.

I looked into his eyes and I knew he serious. He wanted me to fuck him.
He watched as I lubed up my cock then smiled up at me as I pushed his
legs backward toward his head. Then, he gasped and bit his lower lip as
the head of my cock popped into his rectum.

Jason closed his eyes and moaned as I began to fuck him slow and easy.
Occasionally, he would open his eyes and smile up at me then close them
again and continue to almost purr as my cock traveled in and out of his
behind.

All too soon, I hollered loudly and blew my load up his butt, filling him
with his own Uncle's sperm. Then, I sucked him off; drinking down
mouthfuls of "essence of nephew" like it was nectar from the gods.

For the rest of that week, we sucked, and fucked, like two crazed animals
in heat. I hadn't had such hot sex since I had been a teenager, and
Jason's wails of ecstasy only served to spur me onward. The entire condo
became our own private den of iniquity.

We made love in my bed, we did it on the living room floor, and we wound
up making love again in his bed. Jason sucked my cock at the breakfast
table, then sat on it and rode me like he was riding a bronco. I fucked
him in the shower. It was an incredible week of firsts.

For Jason, it was the first time he had ever had his cock in a butt in
his life. Evidently, Derrick had been a total and complete "top." The
expression on Jason's face, as he entered me and began to fuck me, was
priceless. I must have come a half dozen times that week without
touching my cock, when he fucked me with that beautiful dick of his, his
long hair brushing my shoulders as he humped away. I returned the favor,
and blew my load into his butt almost as often.

That week, Jason had his first hands-free cum, as I fucked him.

"Oh my God! I'm gonna cum!" Jason cried out, a look of total surprise on
his face.

I wouldn't have taken a million dollars for that wide-eyed look of
surprise, and his cries as he shot his hot teen load all over his six
pack stomach and chest were an instant turn on for me. So, as his anal
spasms began milking my cock, I hollered loudly and shot my second load
of that day deep into his rectum.

For me, that week was obviously my first, and last, journey into the
world of incest and it was my first time to ever make love with someone
so much younger, an experience that was a memorable one to say the least.

Sunday came and Louise arrived that afternoon to pick up Jason and our
escapades were over. That was two years ago. Jason is eighteen now and
has forgotten all about Derrick. He's dating a really cute guy named
David now and the two of them plan to move in with each other and attend
the same community college when they graduate from high school.

The topic of our sexual romp has come up only a few times in the last
couple of years, Jason usually smiling and teasing me taking advantage of
my own nephew. Yeah, right!

I must admit, although I had second thoughts about the whole business
several times that week, it was a week I will always remember fondly and
I don't think Jason will ever forget it either.

The End