Date: Sun, 26 Jun 2022 09:46:22 +0300
From: Ben Craig <poobottom@outlook.com>
Subject: Time with my nephew part 4

The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or
deceased is purely coincidental. This story may depict sexual situations
between minor males, and minor males with adults if reading such is
illegal where you reside, or you are not at least 18 years of age, please

read at your own risk. This work is the property of the author, BenCraig,
and should not be re-posted or reproduced without his permission.


©2022 Ben Craig. Please donate to Nifty to keep this archive free.

Address all comments to: poobottom@outlook.com


Time with my nephew part 4 (the birthday party)


As we came home from school we had some quiet time. Aden really got into
the naturist lifestyle because the first thing he did was get undressed
then unpacked his case while I attempted to do some work. My hangover was
still there after the session yesterday with Peter. He really was a nice
guy but drinking with him was a chore.


At dinner I interrogated him as to what his plans were for his birthday
on Saturday. I knew he wanted Adam to stay but there must be other things
he wanted to do. In the end it was decided that as he had three more
friends in his class, that weren't like him and Adam, those were his
words, it would be nice to go to the cinema and have a meal in a nice
restaurant. Then the three friends, Ollie, Ian and Joe would go home and
the three of us would spend the evening at home.


After dinner Aden did his homework while I had a long bath to finally get
back to life.

Aden walked into the bathroom. `You want me to wash your back?'

`That be lovely thank you', I said leaning forward.

He gently washed my back while chatting about his day at school.

I noticed that his back washing got more and more towards my bottom and
saw his willy growing as he did so. I gently took his willy to hand and
wanked him slowly.

`Oh Ben', she sighed, `I'm going to spurt soon.

`Come a bit closer I want to taste your spurts.'

He moved close enough for me to take his willy in my mouth and came with
a sigh.

I was surprised about the amount of spurts he produced for a young boy.

`How often do you spurt a day', I asked.

`Sometimes 3 times.'

`Wow, I wish I could do that', I said grinning.

`I need a weewee now', he said.

`Go on then do your weewee over me.'

`Really?'

`Yeah I tasted your spurts now I wants to taste your weewee.'

He aimed his willy at my head and let go. Wow it was a proper shower. I
opened my mouth and drank the wonderful liquid greedily.

`Isn't that yuck and going to make you sick.'

`No, weewee is sterile.' I answered him. I washed my face in the yellow
stream that seemed to keep gushing. `That is a lot of weewee.'

`Don't say you eat poo too.'

`Definitely not,' I said, `you must never eat poo promise me that.'

`I won't, but I like to taste your weewee.'

`At the moment that won't work because my willy is too hard and I
can't wee with a hard willy.'

`Oh but I can help with that.'

His hand grabbed my willy under water and started to work it.

`Hang on,' I said, `I wonder if you could clean my bottom for me.' I
turned round and proffered my bottom. He knew exactly what was needed and
gently washed my crack with lots of soap. Then he gently inserted a
finger deep in my poohole. I moaned loudly. `Uhhh, that's nice.' A
second finger was added while the other hand found its way to my willy.

`Ohhh it's all sticky', he whispered. `Turn round I want to taste
your spurts.'

I stood up and faced him. As his mouth got close I spurted all over his
face.

He laughed out loud. `Hahaha ohh that's loads of spurts.' As my cum
dripped of his eyes and nose. He wiped the spurts with his fingers and
licked them off. `Mmmm lovely.'

`Hang on', I said, `here comes the weewee.'

Wee spurted all over his face, he opened his mouth and let my wee fill
it. He swallowed a load then took it in his mouth and put his lips onto
mine. I opened my mouth and we kissed deeply with our tongues swimming in
my wee.

`That was lovely', he said after our mouths were empty.

I then confessed what I had done in the morning in his bed.

`Ohh, does that mean we can do weewees in bed together', he asked.

I had to admit that the thought had crossed my mind. `We have to get
some weewee protection sheets first though. Don't want to ruin the
mattresses. I shall order them tonight.'

`I love being with you Ben.'

`I love having you here.'

`I'm sorry you got cross last night.'

`You are a 13 year old boy, you are bound to upset me on occasion. Right
time for bed.'

`Please can I sleep with you?'

`Ok but nappy on tonight.'


We soon were in bed and slept wonderfully. Aden woke up dry the next
morning.


The next three days I spent organising a birthday party. It was a busy
time buying presents and making party bags. I realised that thirteen year
olds did not do party bags but I was sure mine were going down a storm.


Saturday soon arrived. I woke Aden up with a kiss on his nose. `Happy
birthday my prince.'

`Thank you Ben.'

`Breakfast time. Bacon, eggs and the works?'

`Yummy for my tummy.' He said rubbing his tummy.

`A very cute tummy too.' I said giving his tummy button a playful lick.
`Here unpack mummy and daddy's present while I cook.' I left him alone
knowing it would be hard unpacking their present without them.

Ten minutes later he walked into the kitchen. I could see he had been
crying but did not mention anything. `What did you get?'

He showed me their present a brand new iPhone.

`Oh wow', I said, `that's smashing. Mind you you need something else
with that.' As I handed him a parcel. `This is my present.'

He quickly tore off the paper. `Oh Ben, it's a brand new iPad. Thank
you so much.'

`You are welcome. Now breakfast then we set up your gadgets and you can
FaceTime mummy and daddy. Don't forget to put clothes on when you do
though.' I said with a wink

The rest of the morning was taken up with setting up his gadgets. Then
came the FaceTime call. Let's just say that it was emotional.

In the afternoon we got our party clothes on and made our way to the
cinema where we were meeting the other guests. I had organised for Peter
to be there too. This was a double edged sword. I knew how find Aden was
of Peter and for me that I didn't have to put up with 5 young boys.

Peter gave Aden £50 for his birthday. This was obviously very well
received.

`Thank you Peter', he said giving the big man a hug.

The film they had chosen was not something I would have picked but it was
fine.

After the film everyone went to a nice restaurant. I had arranged for a
birthday cake and it was brought out Tina chorus of happy birthday. Much
to Aden's embarrassment. When the meal finished around 8pm I handed out
the party bags which contained Alexa smart speakers. The gushing and
goshing from the lads was fantastic. Obviously they had never had any
goodie bags like that.

Then Adam, Aden, Peter and I went home. I had made up a spare bed in
Aden's room. The boys disappeared in his bedroom while Peter and I sat
downstairs. When Peter left about 1am I checked on the lads. They were
both in the same bed and sound asleep.


Next morning both boys came down chatty and happy. I was sure I would be
filled in later.

A large breakfast was had and Adam was picked up by his dad at midday.

`Thank you Ben for having me he said shaking my hand formally.'

`I hope he was not too much trouble', Adam's dad said.

`Not at all, he is welcome any time.'

`Would your wife mind?'

`I realised I was being sounded out.'

`Oh my girlfriend loves the boys being round. Unfortunately she had to
leave early so she could not meet you.' I said airily.

Both boys looked at each other but did not say a word.


After the guests left Aden said `you fibbed'.

`Yes I know but it was a fib for the good. If Adam's daddy would have
known I'm gay he would not have let him come round. Believe me. So did
you have a lovely time?'

`Yes thank you Ben, can we take our clothes of now?'

`Of course we can', I laughed. `Oh I have one more present' as I
handed him a parcel. `We need to be in bed for it though.'

`Oh yes?', he said eyes glistening. `Well I'm tired now.'

`It's 12:30', I said.

The boy grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. There he unwrapped his
present it was a small dildo.

`Is this for my bottom.'

`Yes, it is come I will show you. Like with the thermometer on the bed
bottom in the air.'

He jumped on the bed on all fours and showed me his bottom.

I looked at the pink perfect little star. `Now trust me I said.' I
started licking his little poohole. After moistening it sufficiently I
inserted the dildo up his tight poohole. `Tell me if it hurts', I said,
`don't fight it, you are trying to push it like you are doing a poo.
Relax.' Slowly it entered his hole. I switched it on so it started
vibrating. `There it's in. How does that feel.'

`It feels lovely.'

`Doesn't it hurt?'

`No it doesn't, I just have the feeling I need a poo. I want to feel
the real thing will you do the big thing to me please?'

`Just take time, there's no hurry, enjoy your dildo first,' I said as
I moved it gently in and out.

Aden moaned loudly. `It is my birthday, please put your willy up my
poohole Ben.'

`But it's much bigger than your dildo, it will hurt.'

`Please do it.'

I took out the dildo and grabbed some ky jelly from the nightstand
drawer. Gently I massaged the jelly into his tight little poohole. Then I
slowly pushed my willy in. `Tell my if it hurts too much', I said as I
went in past my willy head. Deeper and deeper I went until my full 6.5"
was inside him. Gently I moved in and out. All I heard was a satisfying
moaning. Then I exploded inside him and pumped my spurts in deep.

`Ohhhh Ben', he shouted as he collapsed flat on the bed with me still
attached. We laid like that for ages until my willy started to shrink and
gently moved out of his bottom. `No, please stay in my poohole.'

`It doesn't work like that', I laughed as I rolled away. My spurts
gently pumped out of his poohole.

`That tickles', he giggled.

I pulled him towards me so his bottom rested against my willy.

`Oh dear', I whispered in his ear.

`What.'

`You will find out soon', I said as I begin to wee. Then a full weewee
shower unleashed between his buttocks.

He nestled his bottom as close as he could to my weeing willy.

`That is lovely', he moaned.

I pulled the quilt over the top of us and we drifted off in our very wet
bed.

It was 5pm when we woke up. The bed had kind of dried with our body heat
and it's smelled the lovely smell of stale wee.

We both got under the shower together and washed each other gently. I
made a long job of his little poohole that was no longer virginal. Two
fingers disappeared in covered in minty shower gel and gently massaged
around the little hole. Then we faced each other and kissed like lovers.

`I love you', he whispered.

`I love you too.'

When we climbed out of the shower I swaddled him with a huge towel and
rubbed every single bit of him dry. Then I covered his boy bits with baby
moisturiser and made sure I used some up his little hole too. When we
walked downstairs he laughed `it's all squishy when I walk, I like it.
It's like your spurts are still in me.'

We busied ourselves with cooking and preparing for the week ahead. We
also discussed our hopes and dreams. But they are for a next chapter.