Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2021 11:06:48 +0000 From: Tex Colorado Subject: Shawn is Spreading His Wings 1 Disclaimer: this story is a work of complete fiction that contains descriptions of sex between adults and minors. If you are unable to read these types of fictional stories, please pass on by. To everyone who has read my other stories, I promise that I'm working on both "A More Perfect Union" and "Playing the Part". For personal reasons I haven't had time to write, then when I had time, this is what came out. If you like this story, you can find my others on the author page under Tex Colorado. You can also contact me at texcolorado@protonmail.com or coloradotex on Wickr. Lately I've had to let chatting slide, but I'll always try to say hello at least, so please reach out if you want, I really appreciate hearing feedback. Last thing, donate to the archive, please. It's a good thing for us pervs: donate.nifty.org This story has two parts, I'll submit part 2 in a couple of days. Thanks for reading my smut, I hope that it makes you spontaneously cum buckets! Love, Tex Shawn is Spreading His Wings Part 1 by Tex Colorado (m/b(11) oral, anal, incest) Ok, I realize that I'm a pervert, so mentioning things that I considered perverted may seem like degrees of the same thing. But to me, I feel a distinction. When we are together, it can't be perverted or wrong. It's so perfect, so mutually beneficial and, let's be perfectly honest, so pleasurable, that it's an absolute impossibility that it could be taken as perverted. No, the times when I feel like a pervert are times like this, sitting here watching his little league game. I'm right out in the open, watching all of these sweet boys in their tight little baseball pants makes me feel like a complete pervert, in the best way possible, if you asked me. There's also no reason for anyone to assume that their little angels are being surveilled so closely. I'm the doting uncle, not shy, not creepy. No, I'm outgoing, I'm in good shape, the other parents know me, they trust me and no one suspects what I'm up to. It's these times that I do feel like a pervert, but never the monster that they'd assume. The main reason that I'm here, of course, is my brother's son, Shawn. When we are out here in public, he doesn't avoid me, but he also doesn't pay me an inappropriate amount of attention. It's not even to hide anything, we just have a very normal relationship, it just happens to include the gorgeous little scamp sneaking his way into my bed whenever possible. And no one knows a thing. Did I mention that he's gorgeous? It's the truth. Of course I'm biased, him being my nephew as well as my bedroom companion, but he really is perfection wrapped up in that cute boy body. He's eleven, twelve this fall, so he'll be one of the older sixth graders, as he is every year. This makes him popular and confident, even earning him a couple of girlfriends. I'm not threatened, at his age it's texting and FaceTime, very little actual interaction. But if something did happen, I would be happy for him, because I would know that he'd be back, he likes what we do together that much. The girls like him for the same reasons that I do; he's nice, kind, chatty and beautiful. He has long hair, almost covering his neck in the back, it's a dirty blond, his features are perfect, his pert nose couldn't be improved upon, he has a fit little pre-pubescent body and then there's his eyes. Ice blue, they sparkle at the same time as they seem clear like little diamonds reflecting the ocean. He was hard to miss. People say that we're cut from the same cloth, that's why we're so close, and it's true. Unknown to my brother, good old uncle Mark was just like Shawn. Coaches, teachers, family friends all fell prey to my desires as a kid. Again, no one had any idea, but I was having more sex than the adults around me and it was never enough. That continues to today and that's why I can see right through my nephew, I can sense his dirty thoughts almost before he has them, and neither one of us can get enough. What have we done together? Short answer: everything. Not every time, usually it's milder; touching, mouths, mmm, love those, but every once in awhile he wants to go all of the way, and those are the sweetest experiences of my life. Those are the memories that I have when I see him on the mound, he's pitching two innings today, bending over to look at the catcher's signals, his cute, firm butt stretching his tight pants, hair matted to the back of his neck by sweat. It takes me back to being over him, stroking his smooth buttcheeks as I inserted myself into his nether hole, his hair similarly matted by sweat as we fucked in his hot bedroom. That's what I hoped to repeat tonight, since I was babysitting while my brother and his wife attended a party. These were usually the most likely times for us to fuck, because we didn't have to worry about noise. Turns out that Shawn is a very vocal bottom, this sets him free to express himself and enjoy the act to its fullest. I couldn't wait, and seeing him bent over like this wasn't cooling me down any. You may notice that I'm not very delicate with my description of our activities. That's because this isn't a love story. Yes, we kiss, there's emotion there, but really it's about sex and that's fine with me. When we have sex, we're not making love, we're fucking. Two fit, horny guys who both crave being with each other in the most carnal ways possible. That's what I was thinking about when it happened. After getting the pitch call from his teammate, Shawn wound up and hurled the ball to the plate. It looked like a fastball from the stands. The batter got around on it and knocked a line drive straight back to the mound. Shawn was barely able to get into a defensive position and the ball hit him squarely in the groin. There was a loud plastic pop at the impact, letting everyone present know that he was indeed wearing a cup, but he still fell to the ground holding himself and writhing on the mound. His coach was there in no time, my brother and sister-in-law joined me in jumping up and running to the fence. Helping him to his feet, the coach looked around and started to lead Shawn to the central building, a small structure with bathrooms and a concession stand. Shawn couldn't help but hold himself as he waddled along and the two of them ducked into one of the single-person, unisex bathrooms and closed the door. The three of us stood outside, probably all having the same thoughts, wondering if we should be in there. But it all happened so fast that we didn't get a chance to object and once they were inside, knocking seemed like an unnecessary disturbance. A good five minutes passed before the door opened and Shawn walked out gingerly followed by his coach. When they saw us, both looked a little sheepish for a moment, then his coach cleared his throat, put on a fake smile and addressed my brother, "Looks like you can still have grandchildren," and everyone chuckled a little, except Shawn who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else, "cup did its job, it's just that it was such a hard shot that it still hurt quite a bit," he continued, "but he seems fine now." Relieved, the two of them returned to the game, Shawn able to return because of some injury rule and he was actually pitching when they closed out a win. In celebration, the coach invited the boys over to his place, which was common for Shawn as coach Smith's son was a close friend. The parents were overjoyed to have them off their hands for a few hours, leaving me as the lone sulker, knowing that I would be missing my alone time with my nephew. The adults returned to my brother's house and the two of them got ready to go out, eventually leaving me alone when they took the train into the city for their party. I had been "saving up" for tonight, going easy on the masturbation in anticipation of a mind blowing evening, so I was pent up and horny as I sat by myself watching tv and staring at the clock. My brother and I had both moved back to our hometown to help with our father's business when his health failed. We both considered it temporary, but that was ten years ago and we're both pretty rooted now. Living close by meant that I was a fixture in their house. Aside from the obvious benefit of time with my horny nephew, I loved hanging out with all three of them. And I was always happy to give them a little break by babysitting or even having my little horndog spend the night at my house. Shawn texted a couple of times, asking to stay longer, telling me what a great time that they were having and that his coach would bring him home later. Not wanting to spoil the fun, I tried not to sound annoyed and settled in as the sun set and it approached nine o'clock. I was moving through the dark dining room on my way back from the kitchen when I saw headlights pull up in front of the house. Watching as they sat there for an unusually long time, finally the light came on as the passenger door started to open. Illuminated now were Shawn in the front passenger seat, his friend in the backseat and the coach driving. Before he got out, he actually leaned into the driver and gave him a big hug, the kind usually reserved for yours truly. The gesture was returned with a familiar ruffle of the boy's long hair and a disapproving look from the back seat passenger. I could hear him say goodbye and thanks, but the friend didn't acknowledge him. His father turned around and gave him a look until he finally gave a feeble, "See ya," while still scowling. I've told you that I was very much like Shawn as a kid, so I sized up the situation immediately: Junior was jealous of daddy's new playmate. I'd seen it many times when I started to play with a friend's dad who had previously spent some exclusive "fun time" with their own sons. They were never too happy to have the new kid usurp their position. I was certain that was what I was witnessing now. Shawn was practically skipping as he came up the driveway until he looked up and saw me at the door. Then his expression changed as he averted his eyes and started to walk slowly the rest of the way. I gave a wave to the dark car which drove away quickly, coach Smith making his escape, I guess, and I watched my nephew close the gap between us until he was close enough for me to open the screen door and let him in. "Hey, bud," I said cheerily, "have a fun night?" Let me stop and explain something here, my feelings broke down this way: 10% jealous, 10% mad about missing the opportunity to be alone tonight and 80% overjoyed to see my boy spreading his wings. I had known from the beginning, with a child as special as Shawn, if I wasn't willing to share, I'd be getting nothing. "Uh, yeah," he said, "it was great," he added, sort of non-committal, then added excitedly, "we went skinny dipping because it was just boys and we didn't have suits!" "Wow, I bet you liked that," I observed. "Yeah," he said with a smile for the first time, obviously remembering the sight of all the wet, naked preteen flesh. "I bet Mr. Smith liked it too," I offered with a raised eyebrow. "Uh...maybe?" he replied, not sure how to answer, which made me laugh out loud. "Kiddo," I started, "it's not my first rodeo, I know that you messed around with him and I'm ok with it." "Really?" he said in shock, not realizing that he was admitting as much. I decided to make him sweat for a second, "See, I knew it!" I accused him. "I'm sorry, I just...I just, I mean, he didn't fuck me," was the shocking response. "Buddy, I'm really not mad," I told him, trying to ease his anxiety, "you know my history," I had been honest with him about my youth, "I like having you to myself, but I know that isn't going to happen." "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yeah," I answered with a smile, "on one condition." "What's that?" he asked warily. "That you tell me everything." He thought for a second, then he said, "Well...it started a the game." Now it was getting interesting, "Go on," I told him as I led him into the family room, sat him down on the couch and closed the shutters. "When I took my cup off in the bathroom, coach ended up touching me when he was looking to see if I was hurt and I got a boner," he explained, "I was embarrassed, but he didn't stop touching me and started to stroke it." "And that felt good?" "Oh, yeah!" he blurted, "and he asked if I'd ever done that and I couldn't lie, so I said `yes' but didn't say who. Then he said, `what else have you done?' and I said, `well, like everything.' That's when he said that we needed to spend some time together. He tucked everything back in and stood up in front of me and...well, I was all horny...and I like...cupped his groin and I felt his dick!" "And?" "It was big!" he said with glee as I kneeled down on the floor in front of him, his baseball pants pushing out over his hidden little cock which I grabbed and rubbed through the polyester. "So then what?" I asked while I started to pull his pants down, "tell me everything." "We went to his house, all of us piled in his van, but he had me sit up front," he started right as his erection appeared from his pants. "Mmmm," I groaned while I took hold of my favorite plaything. I never grew tired of touching him, such a perfect child. "Tell me fast before your parents get home," I encouraged, "and you can't cum until you tell the whole story," I teased while he squirmed under my fondling fingers. Shawn grabbed his cell phone that he'd thrown aside and started pecking at it, "They're still at the restaurant downtown," he said, showing me their location on a map, "we've got at least an hour. Plenty of time for everything," he said with a happy smirk. I was enjoying this new, not-so-subtle euphemism for having anal sex: I'll take one prepubescent boy with everything! I smiled and leaned down to take his little spike between my lips as he told his tale. While he talked it occurred to me how much he was more like my own son than he was my brother's. I could have predicted everything that happened. I could imagine every thought and sensation. The thrill at having the naked boys around him, how they'd be shy at first, then lose their inhibitions. Felling a thrill that they couldn't understand, but Shawn could. He knew exactly why those cocks thrilled him. Every boy a little different at that age. No one was a man yet, but some of their genitals had started to grow, looking three times as wide as their friends. Only Shawn spent the time wondering what they would taste like, how they would respond. Would they moan, would they stare silently with wide eyes? I knew how he felt when he described sitting in the hot tub and his coach came over to join him. How hard he got under the cover of the bubbly water as he watched the swinging pendulum of his coach's long, heavy dick, "It was like the thing on a big clock, I couldn't look away!" The feeing when the man sat down and moved closer, looking around to make sure that the other boys weren't paying attention, then wrapped his fingertips around my nephew's sweet, steel pole. How he realized that one boy was looking; Elliot Smith, the coach's son, and he didn't look too happy about it. Guiding him onto his stomach, I spread his cheeks and inspected his delicious hole. So pink and perfect, just like the rest of him, proving that I was still the only one who had been here, the only one to breach this sweet entrance. It had been two weeks since we had done this, so he was as fresh and unblemished as a virgin. Shawn had gotten to the meat of his story. Between purrs he told me about the ride home, "I was in the front seat again and we dropped everyone else off first," he explained, "which didn't make sense because we kept passing close to our house." After the last boy got out, the man drove to a secluded spot and turned off the car. Shawn looked in back and Elliot wouldn't make eye contact. "Show me what you know how to do," the man had ordered him. I knew what the boy was feeling, the mix of excited and petrified. Why was his friend here? Did he know? Would Mr. Smith be gentle? Shawn knew that he could trust me, but could he trust other men? Just like me, the hesitation would be slight, the need too great. Licking across his hole as he spoke I was greeted with the taste of chlorine, making his story that much more vivid. Also, boy sweat that must have arrived from the anxiety in that moment before he decided to proceed. Of course I would love a variety of boys to choose from, but these familiar tastes made eating Shawn's hole such a pleasure as I prodded and poked at the entrance to heaven, readying him to take my cock. "I looked in back again...oh yeah, that feels nice," he interrupted his tale to tell me. I always encouraged him to express what he felt, good and bad, it made our sex so much better for both of us. "Then I unbuckled and reached over and felt the front of his pants. I could tell that he was big." Shawn pulled the front of the coach's pants down, freeing his cock and balls, "Long and thick," according to my nephew and wet with precum. Giving the man his most innocent smile he leaned over and took the large organ between his lips. At the same time that we got to this part of the story, I was on my knees lubing my cock and Shawn's ass. He had his head on his arms, his knees on the ground, his belly on the seat while he sat in anticipation. Again I knew his feelings, remembering being in the same position, biting my lip with fear and desire as I listened to my neighbor fumble with his pants behind me, while I waited for the touch of his hot pecker against my little anus. It hurt every time, that was just part of it, but it also felt so good to be stretched, to open to him. It also felt amazing to be taken like that, the adult so powerful, his whole body surrounding me, I would just surrender to him. He could have his way with me, the two of us moving so well together, grunting, moaning and crying until he went over the edge, announcing his orgasm while I begged for it to be inside my hole. Laying in my bed afterwards, my thoughts were half, "Oh my god!" and half, "Never again!" By morning there would be no doubt, the pain forgotten, the need to do it again so much stronger. "It stretched my lips, he's a little bigger than you...ah Christ!" he shouted as his tight hole opened enough for the head of my cock to enter and nothing more. "Easy, beautiful," I said calmly, "let yourself get used to it, you know how good it will feel soon," I told him while I rubbed along his back and down over his buttcheeks. "Tell me about that big dick that you sucked, baby," I coaxed him to continue while my prick sunk slowly inside the squirming youngster. "Fuck!" he blurted, then calmer, "it always feels so big," he explained, "no matter how many times." Then he returned to his story, "His precum was different and there was so much," he remembered. "How was it different?" I asked, the first three quarters of my cock were were inside his squeezing tunnel now. "Yours is definitely sweeter," he clarified, "his was fine, but I like yours so much better." "Thanks, baby," I offered as I ever-so-slightly withdrew, then pressed forward again, "I'm almost all of the way in," I told him as I watched the incredible sight of his buns gobbling up my shaft, the exquisite warmth of his smooth rectum engulfing me until I was pressed against him, a gasp of air escaping his lungs as I hissed, "Oh yeah, kiddo! Your ass is the best thing in the world." Shawn had lost his breath for a moment and just lay there moaning as I started to move slightly. When I could tell that he was recovering, I asked him to continue. "He had his hand on my head, telling me to take more of it," he explained, "but he was so big that I couldn't take much, but I did my best." "I'm sure that you did," I said with a laugh, my hips moving away from him slowly, then returning to sink each inch back inside of him, "I bet you'd like to see if you could take that big cock up your ass," I offered, punctuating the words with sharp thrusts into him making him grunt and groan. When he regained his senses momentarily, he admitted that I was right, "Mmm, hmm," he moaned, "I want to try so bad," my boy told me, making my cock lurch at the thought of this young, horny boy's desires. Momentarily I stopped moving, then withdrew slowly until the last remnants of my gooey, lube covered dick popped out of his now-gaping hole. Taking his legs, I flipped him over purposefully, Shawn giggling and kicking while finally pulling his legs to his sides to present himself to me again. My target was still slightly open, welcoming me back into his splendid bowels. "Oh, god!" he announced, throwing his head back when I slid easily back inside, "It's like a flame thrower," he described, "it's like it never ends." I loved facing him while we fucked. I've told you that fucked is the right word, and a big part of the preference was seeing his response to my actions; did he winch, did he sigh or, my favorite, the relaxed look of happy release when it started to work for him. Then it would change when he bore down again to begin to get himself off while I pounded him. And there definitely was an emotional aspect to fucking my nephew, a connection that I wasn't shy about exploring through our lips meeting. He was having a hard time continuing as I slapped against him, I had to pull the story out with questions: "Was it exciting to taste a different dick?" "Oh god yes!" he cried in response. "Did Elliot say anything?" "No, he was totally quiet but I couldn't stop thinking about him being right there while I had his dad`s cock in my mouth." Then he told me, "But Mr Smith told him that he should pay attention because I was doing such a good job!" "Was he loud? Did he beg you to make him cum?" "He was soooo loud! He kept telling me what a great cocksucker that I was, and moaning. And yeah, he kept saying to empty his balls and that he was gonna shoot in my little mouth," then added, "which was good because my jaw hurt!" Staring at his bare, flat belly flex as we rutted, I was struck with one thought; "And did you do it?" I asked and caressed his midsection, "Is his warm cum right here in your tummy?" His naughty smile told me everything that I needed to know and I felt my cock swell at the thought of the other man's jizz inside him. "You're such a good boy," I told him, "and did you kiss him goodnight?" "I did, and Coach looked right at Elliott while we made out," then admitted what I'd suspected, "we did it right out front because it was dark in the car." I'd been staring right at them when the kissed, I just couldn't see them in the dark car. "You're a naughty boy too," I complimented, making him give me that dirty little-scamp smile. "Ok, tell me, how much of the time did you spend thinking about that big cock stretching your little hole?" I asked, punctuating each word with a stab into him to make my point, "how badly do you want his penis in you like this?" "Oh!" he cried briefly when I hit a sensitive spot, "Most of the time," he answered. "Tell me that you want him to fuck you," I ordered, feeling myself start to edge toward cumming. "I want him to fuck me," he sad as best he could, his little cock standing up as he pounded away at it and bent him farther back so that his ass was in the air and I was fucking down into the sweet child. My face was so close to his I could feel his little breath`s puff against my face as he panted and grunted and I said, simply, "Louder." "I want him to fuck me!" he half screamed. "Who?" "Coach." "Say, `I want you to fuck me coach,'" I hissed right in his ear, then nibbled on his lobe while I awaited his answer. " I want you to fuck me, coach!" he said loudly. I was holding him to me but slamming my hips against him at the same time, causing him to cry out, "Oh god!" "More," I said and kissed him hard, the boy gasping when I broke away. "Please fuck me hard, Mr. Smith," he groaned, clear as a bell, then he blurted, "you're gonna make me cum!" his hand a piston on his baby pecker, his head thrown to the side and his eyes clamped shut. "Yesss," I hissed, "that's it, tell me what you want, baby, tell me that you want that big cock." "Yes, I want your big, huge cock, coach," he begged, "please fuck me coach, please, I need to be stretched," he shocked me by saying. The end was close, "That's it, baby, I'm gonna fuck you hard with my giant dick, do you like my cock? Do you want me to cum in you?" I asked, the echoing of our slapping bodies was making me delirious, I could barely hold on. "Fuck! Cum in my ass, please!" he begged. That was it, "Oh fuck, Shawn, you're amazing!" I cried, "I'm cumming in you, baby, I'm making you mine!" I bellowed, and then the surge hit like a Mack truck, my body shaking with the effort as my cock flexed then spit it's first salvo of the coming deluge, "Ah jeez!" I muttered as I continued to shakily thrust, my whole body shuddering with each burst of cum while Shawn actually cried and answered my orgasm with one of his own. "Oh, uncle Mark," he announced, "I'm cumming too!" and I watched as his eyes rolled back and his body froze momentarily, his hand pressed into his groin so that I could see his cut glans flex as it tried in vain to spit out his own seed from his immature balls. But that day hadn't arrived yet, he just twitched through a beautiful dry orgasm. Coming down, we stayed like that for a few minutes, me still inside him and refusing to completely soften. We kissed, even though I knew that he had swallowed another man's cum only an hour or so before. I couldn't keep my lips off my special boy. While we cuddled, Shawn's phone buzzed. He tapped the screen and we could both see the alert, "Mom has arrived home" from their location sharing app. In a panic I slipped out of him, he held his asscheeks together as we ran upstairs to try to look presentable. In a whirl of activity, we were able to get Shawn into some pajamas and into bed, he'd have to hide the stain that his leaking anus was definitely leaving, and I wiped the slime of our vigorous anal sex off of my dick, threw on my clothes and headed down to greet them. "He was an angel," I answered when asked about Shawn's behavior, "he spent most of his time with the team and did everything that I asked him to do." It took me a moment, but the truth of the statement struck me and I had to stifle a laugh, he had definitely done everything that I asked. He always did.