I drifted into consciousness sometime in the night feeling a hand grazing lightly across my chest hair. I'm not a real hairy guy, just a little chest hair from nipple to nipple and a line that runs from there all the way down to my bush. I could feel the fingers tracing that trail, and a familiar shaking at the same time. Apparently, sometime in the night, Randy came and got into bed with me and was feeling my hair while he jacked off. The fingers of his left hand kept trailing lower and lower. At first, I acted like I was asleep, but when he started getting too far down, I grabbed his hand.

"What do you think you're doing, boy?" I said.

"I just didn't want to be alone" he said.

"So, you thought you'd come molest your sleeping uncle?"

"Actually, I was molesting myself next to my sleeping uncle. I just like the way you smell and I like body hair. I didn't figure you'd mind."

I laid there a minute thinking about the situation, almost dozing off again, when he wrapped his hand around my cock. I pulled him loose.

"I'm your uncle, not one of your 15-year-old fuck buddies" I said, putting his hand back over by his body. It was pitch black in the room so I rolled over and clicked on the bedside lamp. When I turned back, I got an image burned into my mind of a slender 15-year-old with a dick as big as mine standing straight up from his junction.

"Damn boy, your friend is probably missing you" I said, chuckling.

"I know I'm missing him" he said, looking at his ramrod.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm the right one for a substitute. Maybe we can let your friend come over for a sleepover" I said.

"Wow. Would you really do that? My dad would have a coronary."

"Yeah, we can do that. For now, go back to your room and take care of that thing so you can sleep."

"You sure you don't want to try it out, Uncle Jackie? Looks like you like it" he said, his eyes on my throbbing peter.

"It's tempting, but no, uncles and nephews should not be a thing, regardless what your Nifty stories say" I tell him.

He gets up and bends over to get his shorts, winking his tight boyhole at me, pulls his shorts on and says "Good night, unc."

I wait for him to close the bedroom door and get down the hall before I start pounding my dick like crazy. It only takes a couple of minutes and I'm blasting my load all over my stomach. I reach in the nightstand drawer to retrieve my cum rag and hear the door open.

"See, I knew you liked what you saw" he says with a laugh.

"Get your ass to bed!" I yell. He disappears, and this time I hear footsteps going down the hall. I turn off the light and go back to sleep.

 

I wake up and pick up my phone and turn off silent mode. It's 7:15, and I have a message from Luis. It just says `Good morning, lover'

I text back `any chance of you getting back earlier than the weekend'

A few minutes later `afraid not. Miss me?'

`Damn straight' I reply, then `we've got to discuss a new development when you get time for a voice call'

`Okay, later'

I got up and got started with my day. Today was laundry day. When I walked in the kitchen, I found Randy standing at the counter dressed in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that appeared to be too big for him. They looked familiar and then it hit me, those were some of mine from the laundry hamper. The little shit was wearing my dirty underwear, and when he turned around, I could see there were some dried cum stains on them.

"Why?.....never mind" it was just too early for all this stuff.

I grabbed a cup and stuck a pod in the Keurig. While it was brewing, I went in the laundry room and started loading the washer.

"You got anything that needs washing" I yelled.

"Yeah, hold on a minute" he said. He came in the laundry room and handed me the dried cum boxer briefs. When I looked at him, he was bare ass naked.

"Go put on some shorts or a bathing suit or something" I said.

"I got on my birthday suit" he said smiling.

"Yeah, not good enough, try again."

He sulked off to his room and took the underwear and held it to my face. I could definitely smell my smell, but also could smell another smell I was pretty sure was his. I was thickening up again so I tossed them in the washer and started it up. I grabbed my coffee and a cinnamon roll and went out on the back porch. I finished up the cinnamon roll and took a big sip of coffee and my phone rang. Luis.

"Hello, baby!" I said.

"Hey Jackie, I'm on break. Tell me your news" he said.

"Well, I hope its not going to be a big mistake, but I'm a legal guardian now."

"Legal guardian...for who?"

"My nephew. His daddy walked in on him and a friend doing nasty things as my sister put it. Don't want him in the house anymore. Told me if I didn't want him, he was going to the state."

"Damn, amigo. That's pretty harsh."

"I know, but Luis, he's a little horn dog. He was trying to molest me last night. I had to run him out of my room."

"How old?"

"He's fifteen. Even if I was into incest, he's a little young."

"He's not that much young, age of consent is 17."

"I've got all the man I need."

"Do you?"

"I sure as hell hope so."

"I got to go, baby, breaks over."

"Hurry back to me."

"I will."

 

I finished my coffee and went back inside to see what my little pervert was up to. He was back in the refrigerator again. At least this time he had on a pair of board shorts.

"When is your birthday?" I asked him.

"I'll be 16 next month on the 10^th, I was supposed to get my driver's license..." he kind of trailed off.

"That could still happen" I said "depending on how quick the lawyers get the paperwork done."

"Does that mean you're gonna let me stay?"

"Let's give it a few days and see how it goes" I say. The washing machine beeps, letting me know the clothes are done. I go and put them into the dryer.

"I already know I want to stay with you, just so you know. So, it's really up to you Uncle Jackie. In the short time I've been here I can see you're nothing like my mom and dad. I really like you."

"Randy, you're just crushin' on me. Just last night you were trying to have sex with me."

"I thought I needed to be extra nice to get you to let me stay. Please don't send me the state home. If you make me go there, I'll find a way to kill myself."

"Okay, first of all, you don't have to put out to stay here. I'll never force you to do anything with me to have a place to live. Second, if you will act right you can stay here as long as you want. I would just like to have some time to get used to the idea. That don't mean what you think it does, just bear with me and you'll see."

"I'll straighten up, Jackie, I promise. I'll be right back." He walked out and came back a few minutes later with the same shorts on, but I could tell he put on some underwear, as well as a tee shirt.

"Better? "he said.

"In a way. But I'll have to admit I did like the view though" I said, winking.

 

We spent the rest of the week getting to know each other. One good thing his got from his daddy was his taste in music, he liked all kinds of classic rock and we spent all afternoon one day laying on the swinging bed by the swimming hole listening to the music from his phone and talking. He wanted me to teach him to cook, he wanted to get a job and buy a car, he wanted to just be happy. By the time Friday came around my mind was made up. I called my sister and told her I would take him but I wanted them to give up parental rights so I could adopt him. She was dead set against it, but said she would tell James what I said. An hour later she called back and said she would agree (James told her the little faggot would not come back in his home) if she could still see him sometimes, because the alternative was the state home. (I didn't tell her I'd really have kept him either way.) I called my lawyer and got him to set up the paperwork. He said he'd work on it over the weekend and have it ready for me Monday.

I called Randy into my office and told him to sit down. He looked at me with a scared kind of look.

"I decided what to do with you" I said.

"Ok, I'll go pack my stuff" he said.

"For what? No. Wait. I want to ask you something."

"Yes, sir?"

"Oh, hell, we're not back to sir. I talked to your mom and dad and I told them I'd let you stay if they would release their rights and let me adopt you. Then it occurred to me that I hadn't asked you if you might want that. So, do you?"

"You mean...you want to adopt me? Like I'd be your son, legally?"

"That's what adoption means, yes" I said in my best smartass voice.

"You're not going to send me away?"

"It would be stupid to adopt you, then send you away" I used that voice one more time.

"Yes. Yes, sir. I would love to be your adopted son if you're not just playing some trick on me."

"We're meeting with the lawyer to sign papers Monday. After that the judge will have to sign off on it. He'll probably ask you a lot of questions in private. Just be truthful and we should have no problem."

"Thank you Unc...thank you Jackie. You're the best!"

"We'll see if you still feel that way a year from now" I said.

That night we sat in the living room watching TV and Randy sat up close to me and snuggled, not in a sexual way but just love. We turned in about 10.

"Goodnight Jackie" he said yawning.

"'night buddy" I said back. I went and crawled in the bed and fell asleep feeling like a million dollars.

 

Lambodara 9/1/20