Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2013 15:03:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Uncle Matt

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Uncle Matt

My brother's oldest son is a sissy boy. It was something I always had my
suspicions about. It remained unsaid in our family, but I am pretty sure
that I wasn't the only one to have thought that. Even though my brother and
I live in separate towns miles apart, our families usually get together
about two or three times a month, usually on weekends. My brother has two
boys, Kyle who is thirteen and Joey who is eleven. My boy, Bryce, is
thirteen, too.

Kyle was always a delicate boy. He is moderately thin, but not overly so.
He has a willowy way in which he moves about. It is subtle enough; you
might not notice it on first acquaintance. By contrast, my boy Bryce has a
clumsy athleticism of a muscular boy; well, as muscular as you can be as a
just maturing boy of thirteen. Even though both boys were nearly the same
age, it was obvious which nephew was the dominant one, but it didn't
matter, the boys got along just fine and enjoyed each other's company.

It was when both boys reached twelve years old that I suspected something
more than childish play might've be going on. As you would expect, the boys
often express themselves physically. Bryce is often the instigator, but
Kyle plays along, just not as aggressively as Bryce. When Bryce tickles
Kyle, Kyle giggles unstoppably, frantically writhing about. Kyle's giggling
is quite high-pitched. I remember Bryce saying about his cousin, "he
giggles like a girl." There are many times during visits when I would hear
the boys up in Bryce's room giggling and goofing around followed by an
extended period of quiet.

I knew my boy Bryce had begun enjoying masturbation around age eleven. I
had seen him, unsuspectingly on his part, semiconsciously playing with
himself in his pants or bathing suit on several occasions. It was shortly
thereafter that I gave him "the talk" and told him that masturbation was an
activity that all boys enjoyed. I also told him about ejaculation and wet
dreams. I subsequently found out that Bryce began ejaculating at about
twelve and a half – laundry told the tale. After that I knew he was at
it regularly every day, probably several times a day, and I let him have
his fun.

Now all that is just preliminary information, the real story starts here. I
had been over at my brother's house on some nameless errand or another and
I was talking to my sister-in-law who was in the kitchen preparing dinner
while I stood in the family room. While we conversed for fifteen minutes or
so, Kyle was sitting in a recliner involved in playing a videogame. Every
once in a while I would look over my nephew and, more often than not, I
would catch him looking at me and he would hurriedly turn his eyes back to
the television screen with a somewhat, I thought, guilty look on his
face. There were two specific things that I noticed: one; it wasn't just
anywhere that Kyle was looking, his gaze was directed towards the fly of my
jeans, and, two; I could see that Kyle was trying to hide the fact that he
had an erection pressing forward in the front of his nylon track
pants. After the third or fourth time I looked over, there was no doubt
about it.

At this point I think it only fair to inform you, the reader, that I had,
in my teen years, quite enjoyed casual sex with other guys, both older and
younger. I knew what Kyle wanted even if he didn't. I'm not going to be a
hypocrite, I wanted it too. I decided to do something about it.

"Hey, Susie, before I forget" I interjected in the casual conversation I
was having with my sister-in-law, "I just remembered I have to pick up a
couple of tools that Bob has in the garage to fix my truck. Do you mind if
I go out there and look for them?"

She didn't object. I knew she wouldn't. I turned my head towards my nephew.

"Hey, Kyle," I said loudly, "Save that game and come out to the garage and
help me find something."

The boy looked surprised. I knew he'd be apprehensive about standing up
given the unmistakable boner in his pants. I didn't give him time to
object.

"Come on," I insisted, "I need your help."

My nephew got up uncomfortably, turning away and pretending to put the game
controller away. I could see him try to adjust himself in his pants before
turning around. I felt a stirring of my own seeing the boy's predicament.

We went out to my brother's detached garage behind the house. It was quite
a workshop and I was envious that he could fit not only two cars inside,
but he also had enough room to fit toolboxes, benches, compressors,
etc. After going through the side door, I circled around the workbench and
my brother's rollaway toolbox. This would put both Kyle and me out of sight
if anyone were to come into the garage unexpectedly. I didn't waste any
time.

"Come over here, Kyle."

I pretended to look in one or two of the drawers of the toolbox. My nephew
came over bit reluctantly. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that his
penis was clearly still half hard in his pants. When I turned around to
talk to the youngster he tried awkwardly to cover himself with his
hands. It only made things more obvious.

"Kyle ...?" I paused carefully.

"Yes, Uncle Matt?"

"Kyle, I want to ask you a question."

"Yes ...?"

"Kyle, why were you looking at my crotch in the family room?"

The boy's eyes went wide; his jaw dropped and he began to stammer.

"Uh-Uh-Uncle muh-muh Matt, I-I wasn't uh ... luh-looking ..."

I cut him off.

"Yes you were, Kyle," I said measuredly, "you were looking at my
crotch. Don't deny it."

"I ... uh ..."

The boy looked scared and desperately tried to come up with some excuse. He
couldn't.

"Kyle, kneel down on the floor," I directed with calm resolution.

I pointed to a spot in front of the rollaway toolbox. The thirteen-year-old
complied obediently, kneeling on the dusty concrete. I stepped in front of
my nephew and stood with my crotch a foot from his face. My cock had
lengthened and forced the denim to bulge noticeably.

"Kyle?"

The boy looked up submissively.

"Y-y-yes, Uncle Matt?"

"You want to see my cock, don't you?" I sympathetically inquired in no
uncertain terms.

The boy his lower lip shook slightly; his deep brown eyes were watery in
humiliation.

"Y-yes," was the barely audible reply.

I reached down and unbuttoned my jeans.  Kyle held his breath.

I spread my fly and tugged my jeans and jockey shorts down.  My veiny, cut
cock sprung forth, swinging on display before the kneeling boy. Kyle was
mesmerized. I erected in a series of throbbing, pulsing jerks. A sticky
drizzle emerged from my meatus and began dripping down the v-shaped wings
flaring on the underside of my glans.

"Kiss it," I commanded the kneeling boy.

Kyle looked up in a daze. I reached for him. His fine, straight strands of
delicate brown hair ran between my fingers as I cradled the side of his
head, pulling his opened lips towards my turgid shaft. The boy's nose
bumped the underside of my rod for a moment before I pressed his moist
mouth to my hot cock. I shuddered. Kyle slowly, tentatively kissed a man's
cock for the first time. I pulled him more firmly into my manhood. My
brother's son gave a muffled moan.

"Mmmph ..."

I forced him lower.

"Kiss my sack, boy."

He nuzzled my scrotum with a groan of boyish ecstasy. After a few moments,
I pulled him back. I gave him directions.

"Suck the head. Get it nice and wet."

My nephew grasped my thigh in order to pull himself up enough to get his
mouth down over the head of my erection. He hesitated only a moment, seeing
the slick ooze of my pre-come, before putting his lips on the purpleish
crown. Kyle lapped and sucked readily; his saliva ran down my hard shaft. I
suspected he had some experience at this sort of thing.

I pulled the boy off my cock and told him to stand. When he did, I gave my
next command.

"Turn around."

Kyle did so. He looked back with trepidation. Deep down I think he knew
what was coming.

"Bend over and put your hands on the edge of the toolbox."

After he did so, I reached for the waistband of his nylon track pants. I
pulled them down. Briefly, they snagged on the boy's erection before
falling to the thirteen-year-olds ankles. I lowered the boy's boxers,
revealing a completely smooth, boyish bottom. I felt a rush of heat, my
scrotum tightened, I let out a soft gasp at the sight.

"I'm going to fuck you, Kyle," I uttered, my lowered voice husky with lust.

It was a statement of fact as certain as the rising of the sun. I
positioned boy, spreading a cheek with my thumb. I put the tip to the
creamy entrance.

"Oooh," the boy cooed.

I pushed my thumb into the orifice. It clamped delicately shut. Kyle let
out another moan, half sensuous, half surprised. I forced my way in up to
my first knuckle. Kyle let out a different kind of moan.

"Uhhngh."

"It's going to hurt at first, Kyle," I informed him, "that's just the way
it is."

I pulled my thumb from the boy's anus. I dropped my jeans and underwear
lower on my thighs. I stepped up behind my nephew and put the sloppy,
pointy head of my cock on the pouting pink star popping from the cleft of
his ass, guiding my rod with my right hand. I put my left hand on the boy's
shoulder and began to press my cock into the tight ring.

"Oh!  Oh, Uncle Matt!"

His simple cry was that of surprise, of fear, of lust; it was an expression
of pure visceral sensation. It held conflicting desires; a want, a craving,
and a hesitancy, a wish to stop an inevitability that couldn't be
stopped. It was the timeless voice of the boy being taken by a man.

I pushed; the head slid in.

"Ohhh!  Nnnnhh!  Ow!  Owww!"

The boy struggled on tiptoe, trying unsuccessfully to get away from what
was already a fait accompli.

"Try to relax, Kyle," I offered knowing it was no comfort.

"Uncle Matt, it hurts!" My nephew's voice climbed, the last word boyishly
high with emphasis.

"I know it does, boy," I groaned.

I fed in another inch.

"Unnhhh!"

"You're going to get it. You're gonna get what you want, Kyle."

"Uhhh!  Uhhh!"

My nephew gave constant high-pitched groans as he writhed, skewered on my
cock.  I could feel his asshole freeing up a bit, but I didn't have the
time to slow fuck the boy, he would just have to take it.  I reached
forward, underneath the boy's thin chest with my right hand and pinched the
tiny nub of his boyish nipple.

"Owww! ... Uhh ... Uhhh!"

It was cry of pain that blended into a deep utterance of lust.  I gave the
boy a moment to relax.  When he did so, I simultaneously gave another
forceful pinch of Kyle's nipple as a physical distraction and shoved the
fattest part of my cock through his stretched orifice.

"Aaghhh!"

The loud cry echoed in the garage.

"Ohhh!  Ohhh!"

I could feel Kyle's anus spasm around my intruding manhood.

"Nnnghh!  Please ... Uncle Matt!" came the plea, "No more!"

I didn't listen and stuffed the last inches of my pole, little by little,
into my nephew's rectum.

"Uhhn ... Uhnngh ... Uhhnn ..."

In to the hilt, I paused.  I stood still and let a few moments pass.
Slowly Kyle's groans became moans.  I knew the boy was mine.

"You want cock, don't you?"  I intimately whispered to the slender youth
bent before me.

"Uhh ..."

"Don't you?" I asked salaciously.

I emphasized my question with a pump of my cock.

"Ohh!  Y-y-yes."

"You were looking at my cock in the house, weren't you, Kyle?"

Pump.

"Yes!  Unnh!"

"It made you hard, didn't it?"

There came a sibilant confession, "Yesss."

I gave a couple of pumps, this time urged on by my own lust, not the boy's
moans.

"Oh, Uncle Matt!"

My right hand still under the boy's chest, I ran my left gently through the
long brown locks, caressing my brother's boy.  Kyle gave little
open-mouthed gasps of ecstasy.

"I am going to give you my cock, Kyle," I promised the lad.

I knew I couldn't last long; enveloped as I was in the tight, hot furnace
of a boy's virgin bottom.  I tried a slow outward stroke, but the thirteen
year olds anal ring clung tenaciously to the base of my shaft.

"Ooh!  Uncle Matt," the youngster mewed.

I decided to bang fuck my nephew.  I would just use inward thrusts to
bounce his ass on my cock; it would be easier on Kyle and, given how tight
my nuts were, it might give me a chance to last long enough to savor
deflowering the delicate boy. I ran my hands down the teen's thin flanks to
grasp the flesh of his obliques.  I started giving the slightest, gentle
thrusts of my hips.  Kyle's smooth bottom slid against my hairy pubes.  I
gave deep groan.

"Unngh!"

"Nnnhhh," was the pure carnal response from my nephew leaning before me.

"Oh, Kyle ...," my voice trailed off in my erotic delirium.

I began to take the boy's bottom.

Bang.

"Oh ..."

Bang.

"Ohh ..."

Bang.

"Ohhh ..."

I increased the tempo and vigor of my assault.

Bang!  Bang!

"Ohhh!"

Bang!  Bang!  Bang!

"Oh!  Unc ... Uhhh ... Unc ..."

Bang!  Bang!  Bang!

"Uncle Matt!"

The sensual, animalistic cries of lust uttered by my nephew enflamed my
desire.  As I neared the acme of my release, I could feel the erect, wiry
hair on my constricted scrotum against the naked nates of my brother's boy.
I knew it was going to be too hard to hold off busting my nut for long.  I
decided to take matters in hand to assure our mutual pleasure.

I slid my left hand down from the boy's waist and reached down between the
thirteen year olds legs.  I made contact with a pointed, stiff arrow of
flesh.  There came a sharp gasp.

"Ahhh!"

I wrapped my fingers around the rampant penis of my nephew and began a
rough manipulation of the naked glans.

"Ohh!  Ohhh!  Uncle Matt!"

The boy went out of control.

"Come for me Kyle!" I ordered.

"Uhhh ... Uhhhh ...  Uunnngghhh!"

The boy's penis in my hand twitched and spurted.  I felt Kyle's tight anus
spasmodically contracting around my intruding shaft, pulsing repeatedly in
a timeless and universal rhythm.  It sent me over the edge.

"I'm gonna come in your fucking ass," I cursed loudly through clenched
teeth.

I could feel the blood pounding in my neck as I tried to restrain myself
from giving the slender boy full thrusts from my muscular thighs. I grunted
lustily.

"Gngghhh!  Gngghhh!  Gggnnngghh!"

Restricted by the boy's tight opening, I grimaced as each searing discharge
exploded from my flared glans deep inside my nephew's ass.  Kyle moaned
repeatedly as the stretched ring of his anus was tugged to and fro by my
swollen phallus.

"Uhhh!  Uhhh!  Uhhhh!"

I held my breath through the last spurts of my spunk before exhaling in a
gasp of sheer satisfaction.  As my pulsations dwindled, I ran my hand
soothingly over my nephew's back and bottom while I tried to catch my
breath. I had forgotten the intensity of fucking a teenage boy. I wouldn't
be as unmindful in the future.

Having regained my composure, I pulled back, drawing my half limp ramrod
from Kyle's red rimmed orifice.  As the spent head of my cock popped free
of the boy's stretched anus, splashes of semen flew about.  Most fell
either on the cement floor or into Kyle's dropped underwear; a few dots
stained my jeans.  Kyle leaned against the toolbox, panting heavily.

I reached forward and pulled my young nephew's lithe torso to mine in a
passionate embrace. I kissed his neck and hair.  I ran my hand down to
caress the boy's drooping penis and still half-tight scrotum.

"Oh ... Uhh ... Uhnnghh ..."

"Did you like getting dicked by Uncle Matt?"

"Oh ... ye-yes!"

"Did you like having my hard cock in your ass?"

"Uh – huh," was the breathless affirmation.

"I thought you would," I stated with restrained irony.

I released the slim boy from my embrace and turned him around.

"You can have it again if you want it, whenever you want it."

Kyle smiled shyly.  I believe he may have blushed; it was hard to tell in
the dull light of the garage.

I pulled up my drawers and tucked my sloppy cock away as Kyle watched.  I
smiled at him as I buttoned my Levis.  That done, I bent down on one knee
and pulled Kyle's underwear and track pants up, pausing to admire the boy's
fine thirteen-year-old equipment before I tucked it away in his boxers with
a gentle pat.  I glanced up at my nephew and we exchanged knowing smiles.
Standing, I finished pulling his track pants up to his waist and adjusted
them with care.  I slid my left hand down the back of the boy's buttocks
under his drawers and caressed the cream smeared cleft between his taut
cheeks.  I felt him quiver at my touch.  I turned his chin upward and he
gazed at me with his brown eyes; the long dark lashes were clumped, still
damp from virginal tears.

"When you go inside, go to the toilet," I instructed, "Sit down and let the
jizz slide out of your ass.  Wipe yourself real good, okay?"

Kyle nodded.  I pulled my hand from the boy's pants.

"You'll have to hide your underwear from your mom and wash it later," I
continued, "If your bottom is sore put some Vaseline on your finger and
stick it up inside.  The soreness will go away in a day or two."

"Okay, Uncle Matt," the boy said obediently.

I used the sleeve of my sweatshirt to wipe my nephew's watery spurts off of
his dad's toolbox.

"I'm thinking it might be hard to explain to your dad how this got on his
toolbox," I stated jokingly.

"Yeah."

I could see Kyle blush this time.

"Look, I'll finish cleaning up in here and you go in and tell your mom I
found what I was looking for in the garage and that I'll call your dad
later."

"Okay, Uncle Matt."

"Go on then. And Kyle ..."

"Yes, Uncle Matt?"

"You know I love you."

Kyle smiled and blushed a bright red.

"Go on now."

And off he went.

I fuck Kyle a couple of times a month now, usually whenever he visits.  I
think my boy Bryce has had him, too.


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