Date: Fri, 24 Nov 2006 07:51:49 -0800 (PST)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Loving Kristoff

I pose a debatable theory at the end of this story. I would be greatly
interested in hearing from others who also "knew" at a young age. As
always there is no truth to this story. I do not know anyone who had, nor
have I ever engaged in sexual play with a preteen child. It's a story
designed to entertain, nothing more, nothing less. As always, N-Joi
Hugs
Tag_m

He was, without a doubt, the most beautiful little boy I had ever seen.
He reminded me of one of those young Eastern European boys that I'd seen
in soft-core porn pictures on the Internet. His hair, cut short but with
a longer bang, was almost white it was so blonde. His soft, blemish free
skin had a slight tinge of a tan due to time spent in the early summer
sunshine. At any other time of year his skin was almost porcelain like in
its paleness. He had a cute little bobbed nose, perfectly shaped lips
framing pearly white straight teeth, and the most amazing deep blue eyes
that I'd ever seen on anyone except Paul Newman. The eye lashes that
framed those eyes were long and dark, the overall effect of the boy's
beauty verging on stunning.

Kris was a small boy; at eight years old he barely came to my chest, and
couldn't have weighed more than sixty or seventy pounds. His size made
him an extremely cuddly little bundle of boy and fortunately for me he
loved to be held and cuddled. He loved to have physical contact with
another human and told me more than once that he loved being held most
when I was holding him like I was holding him right then.

His little arms were around my neck, holding on although he wasn't
worried about falling. His back was leaning against the wall and of
course I had both hands underneath him, one on each of the glorious orbs
of his little butt. Seven and a half inches of stone hard cock was
stuffed deep up inside his compact little boy's body and as I pulled out
for another thrust I looked at his perfect face. His eyes were closed,
his mouth slightly open to allow for a more free flow of much needed
oxygen. His little pink tongue would sneak out and graze against his red
lips or crystal white teeth.

He moaned loudly as I drove my cock back inside his tight ass, my pubic
hair pressing against the Lilly white skin of his un-tanned butt.

"God how I love you Kris," I whispered and the boy opened his eyes
slightly and smiled at me. The weight of him helped pull his butt open as
far as it could go so the very tips of my fingers could feel the movement
of my cock as I fucked the boy, the warm stiff flesh sliding smoothly in
and out of his incredibly tight little asshole.

"I love being like this Uncle Mark," he whispered, his voice still a
melodic little boy's high pitch. "I love it so much when you fuck me. I
wish we could do it forever and ever."

I have to clarify that I was not related to Kris by blood, adoption, or
any other means. The son of my best friend's sister, I had known Trisha
almost all of my life, just as I had her brother Travis. I had hung
around her and her husband after we'd grown up, as much as I had her
brother, so when their kids were born I became the honorary Uncle.

Travis and I had messed around with each since our friendship had begun
at five or six years old. We'd discovered boners together, or more
appropriately, how to make them feel really good. Our education was aided
by Travis' brother Gerry who was five years older than we were. Along
with many other things, Gerry taught us how to suck cock, first his and
then each other, and he taught us how to fuck. We were probably Kris' age
the first time we'd taken Gerry's five and a half inch cock up our tight
little butts. Thirteen years old, Gerry had a nice little patch of hair
going on at the base of what we thought was a monstrous cock. We had both
thought that was about the coolest thing we'd seen when the hair first
started growing but when he showed us how he made sperm that really took
the cake. The first time we saw the older boy cum we wanted to make him
do it over and over, which the horny teenager was more than, ahem, up
for.

We had talked about fucking for ages it seemed like and when Gerry
finally managed to get his hands on a porno magazine neither Travis or I
needed much coaxing from the older boy to try it. We each watched
intently as he slathered the other boy's puckered little pink butt hole
with Vaseline Intensive Care Lotion then gently slipped inside, marveling
at how his big cock could get inside such a tight little hole. When he
put that thing inside my butt it hurt like hell but soon the pain was
replaced by pleasure. I grew to love the feeling of having my little hole
stretched out and would let Gerry fuck me practically whenever he wanted
to. I loved to have him fuck me face to face so I could see his face, see
the feelings that were expressed there. I was saddened when, at age
twelve, the then seventeen year old Gerry told me that we couldn't be
together anymore, that he'd gotten a girlfriend and that was the way
things were meant to be. He said that boys were only suppose to be
practice for when you got older and began being with girls. Needless to
say I never did subscribe to that way of viewing sex, nor did Travis.

After Gerry went off with his girlfriend Travis and I continued to fuck
each other, just as we had been doing, but it wasn't the same, at least
for another year or so when we both grew bigger and thicker cocks and
started sperming.

"Oh gosh Uncle Mark I think I'm going to cum soon," Kris moaned, "turn us
around." I did as the adorably cute little boy asked, and backed almost
up against the wall. Kris used the wall for leverage, putting his feet
against it, using it to push off from, and in effect fucking me. I let my
own body relax for a moment, if relaxation is even possible in a
situation like that, and allowed Kris to direct the action.

I had been fucking the cute little tyke for about five months and to say
that he was an active participant is a gross understatement. Kris came up
with more variations on the theme than I did, the current wall scenario
being his idea. All I had to do was support the little boy's weight, an
easy feat all things considered. Kris did all the work, doing squat
thrusts using my rock hard cock as his guide.

"Oh gosh, oh gosh, oooohhh fuuuuuck," he finally moaned out. He moved a
hand from my neck to reach down between us to grasp onto his own hard
cock, a pale, blue veined four-inch, piece of uncircumcised flesh. I
could feel, as well as see, the boy jack himself off, stroking his little
boy cock furiously, his foreskin covering and uncovering his cock as he
came, his compact little body shaking from the powerful experience. As
always, Kris' orgasm caused his tight little butt hole to constrict
against my cock and as always, it took me over the edge.

"I'm cumming Kris," I groaned and began moving my hips to meet the little
boy's thrusts, shoving my cock as far up inside of him as I could as my
fat balls unloaded yet another torrent of sperm inside his bowels.

"Fill me up with your sperm Mark," Kris moaned, "I want your hot cum in
my butt." In the throes of orgasm Kris could be quite vocal in his
feelings as well as quite colorful, some of the words coming out of his
beautiful mouth almost surprising. He also tended at times to drop the
uncle address, telling me once that he was very glad that I wasn't his
real uncle because then he couldn't be sexy with me and he loved being
sexy with me. And I loved being sexy with Kris.

How did all this happen? How did I come to find myself, day after
glorious day, wallowing in lust with this precocious, Adonis of a boy?
Therein lays the heart of the tale.

Kris' father was European, German to be exact, and he'd met Trish while
the two were students at USC. They became lovers and were married within
days of graduation, the ceremony being followed by a six month tour of
Europe at her father in law's expense. Trish had married into a rather
affluent family.

We'd all settled down close to home in a small picturesque little town
about a forty five minute drive from Seattle, fifteen to twenty from
Tacoma, depending on traffic. I'd opened my own consulting firm,
designing web sites, building computers and other computer related work.
Intrinsically lazy, I had been mad about computers since I was Kris' age
and had I been twenty five years younger I might have been part of the
Gates Allen team but alas, I was not. That didn't stop me from excelling
at what I loved and by my sophomore year in college I was being pursued
by corporate head hunters. I gave in, went to work for one, and designed
some stuff that made me a nice enough little bundle of money that, along
with an outrageous salary, allowed me to quit and go to work for myself.
I was not wealthy by any means but I was comfortable and that was all
that mattered.

Trish and her husband had gotten CPA certification and MBA's
respectively, had also worked for major corporations for ten years or so
then opened a small, rather exclusive travel agency that specialized in
European and mid Eastern tours. Fluent in five languages between them
with passable skills in another four, Trish and Gunther frequently led
the tours and because of Gunther's and his father's connection, they were
able to take their clients into places that the general public rarely got
to see. All for which they charged outrageous fees.

Kris sometimes went on the guided tours with them, the well heeled
clients never seeming to mind the adorably cute and very well mannered
little boy who was less trouble than some of the adults on any given
tour. Sometimes school or other activities prevented the boy from
traveling with his parents, and sometimes the boy just wanted to stay
home. In any even he usually stayed with his blood uncle Travis but
frequently spent a night or even a few days with me. Travis wasn't all
that interested with the uncle role and tended toward boredom at times.
He was also a bit of a slut and having a young boy in the house tended to
put a cramp in his otherwise rather lascivious life style.

So it was that Kris ended up at my house about a week after his parents
left on a month long tour of Egypt and North Africa. Travis has found a
new paramour and wanted to spend as much time with the man as possible so
asked me if Kris could stay with me, assuming that the boy wanted to.
Kris always loved staying with me because I spent quality time with him
whereas his uncle Travis didn't so much.

Kris wasn't stupid by any means either. He knew that both Travis and I
were gay, had known since he was little, although of course he didn't get
the concept then. He knew what his uncle was up to when he asked if the
boy wanted to stay with me but being the good boy that he was, Kris
eagerly accepted without comment.

Kris wasn't a particularly modest little boy, nor did he simply strip off
his clothes the second he walked through the door of my house, but the
fact was that he didn't mind being scantily clothed or even naked,
especially in the warmer months.  He often ran naked after his shower and
before he went to bed and frequently swam nude in the small pool in my
walled back yard.

I'd not been attracted to preteen boys since I was one although I'd seen
plenty of images on the internet and was aware of the sensuality that
young boys could project. I'd also seen plenty of images where young boys
were engrossed in adult sexual behavior and the expressions on their
smooth young faces belied the typical party line about children being
forced into those behaviors. Not saying that lots of children aren't
forced you understand, just saying that despite what society might think
children, and boys especially I think, are incredibly sexual beings.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not making an argument in support of it, simply
stating how it appears to me. Aaaanyway!

Through all of that Kris had never seen me naked and I didn't think that
he'd seen Travis nude either, at least not after he turned six or so.
Kris had asked me a couple of times why I didn't swim nude and I simply
told him I wasn't particularly interested, which was mostly the case. The
other part was that I wasn't sure it quite appropriate, as he'd gotten
older, to allow him to see me naked. After all I wasn't his parent, not
even his real uncle.

Kris had celebrated his eighth birthday with me, sort of sad when you
think about it, but his parents had held a huge party with the boy before
they'd left so it wasn't like he'd been neglected or anything. One of the
highlights of his turning eight was that he would be allowed to start
using the shower instead of bathing. I'd been given a heads up about the
upcoming event when Travis turned the boy over to me that weekend.

"And don't be surprised by the fact that you're probably going to have to
shower with him Mark," my best friend told me. His mother asked me to do
it, and I would but, you know, there's this guy I've been hot to hook up
with, so."

So it was that my beautiful young ersatz nephew saw me naked which marked
the beginning of our sexual relationship. Of course it didn't start right
off the bat but the indications were there from the get go and that day
was still the first one of many days. When the appointed time came for
the grand event it was all Kris could do to contain himself. The
precocious little tyke was rarin to go and all but dragged me into the
master bathroom.

"Come on Uncle Mark," he said, tugging on my arm, "You gotta shower with
me and make sure I don't slip and fall or anything." I entered into the
situation with a tiny bit of reservation knowing that I was going to be
exposing my genitals to a child but on the other hand it wasn't an
unnatural thing nor was it deviant in any way. Kris started taking his
clothes off as soon as we got to the shower area of my bathroom, his
eyebrow length blonde hair bobbing about as he moved. The little boy was
stark naked and absently playing his shriveled little cock while I
finished removing my clothes and placed them on clothes hooks. Kris
watched with interest as I tugged my boxers down and freed up my cock and
all but stared at the fleshy tube that was hanging almost in front of his
eyes.

"Which shower are we gonna use uncle Mark?" he asked as I opened the
glass door. I had two heads in my shower. One was a large disk that one
could stand under and that put out enough water to make you feel like you
were outside in the rain. On the opposite wall was a detachable nozzle
with about six hundred different settings but I rarely used that one.
More trouble than it was worth. Between the two was a narrow seat that
was part of the molded plastic shell that made up the shower proper.

"We'll use the big one sport," I said, reaching in and getting the
process started. Once it was done we both piled in and I stepped out of
the way to allow Kris the full experience of standing naked in warm rain.
The boy's melodic giggling reminded me of my own youth and my first time
being allowed to use the big kid method of taking care of bodily hygiene.
Once we were both soaked I grabbed the bottle of liquid soap, poured some
into  Kris's upturned hands and then mine before setting the bottle on
the seat where the boy could reach it too. We went about the ritual of
cleaning and I noticed that Kris's attention seemed drawn to my crotch,
especially when I washed there. I wrote it off to the natural curiosity
of a boy. I was equally curious, watching as he pulled his foreskin back
and exposing a perfectly shaped cock head, and cleaned himself there. He
was equally intend when I reached behind and soaped my asshole, the cute
young thing mimicking my behavior.

"Can you wash my back Uncle Mark?" he asked after we rinsed off. I nodded
my head then suggested that I stand him on the seat. I lifted him up,
aware of how light he seemed, then set him down on the seat. It was the
first time that I'd really paid attention to his little boy genitals, his
flesh as pale as my living room walls, tiny blue veins visible on his
boyish cock and wrinkled balls. It crossed my mind that the boy might be
a little large for his age although I wasn't any expert in the matter. It
just seemed that his eight year old cock was sort of big. Perhaps the tip
of his foreskin gave the illusion of his being larger but I didn't think
that was it. His balls seemed large as well, their pale and hair free
wrinkled bag close up between the boy's equally smooth and creamy thighs.

I turned him around and soaped, washing his back and down onto his butt,
Kristoff letting me know right off how good it felt getting his back
washed. When I massaged the darling little boy's shoulders he almost
purred. When I was done I told him to hold on then lifted him and set him
on the shower floor to rinse off. He seemed a little bit reluctant to
turn around but I finally managed it, seeing immediately his reluctance.
The cute young thing had a hard on, his little cocklet stretched out to
almost four inches long, the fleshy hat still covering his cock head, the
rim of it outlined in the pale flesh. It stood proudly at attention in
front of him and again I was sure that the boy was large for his age.

"I'm sorry Uncle Mark I couldn't help it," he said, his blonde head
looking at the shower floor. I put my hand under his chin and lifted it.

"It's okay sweetie, that's what happens to boys and even men sometimes.
It's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about, especially when you're
around me, okay?" He smiled at me and said okay then asked if I wanted
him to wash my back as well and I agreed. I knelt on the shower floor so
that he could work on me and when he mimicked my shoulder rub he had to
stand on his toes a little bit and thus rest against me. I could feel his
young cock pressed into my back and apparently it was stimulating to the
boy because I distinctly felt him push a little hard against me. I
chuckled to myself, remembering my own boyhood and the discovery of the
amazing feelings I could muster up with my own cock.

When Kris was finished I stood up and rinsed and the boy watched me, idly
playing with his ramrod hard boy cock.

"Can you make your penis hard too Uncle Mark?" he asked. I told him that
I could when I needed to and of course he wanted me to do it right then
and there and I told him that I was a little embarrassed to be standing
there playing with myself like that.

"Why? I am and you're another boy just like me."

"Yes. But I'm still an adult and you're a child." Of course he waved that
minor consideration off letting me know that it didn't matter. When he
persisted I told him that I probably couldn't make it hard that easily.

"I can help, I know what to do," he told me. Without another word Kris
reached out and grasped onto my flaccid dick, dropped to his knees and
placed his mouth over the head. The warmth and somewhat tight fit of the
boy's small mouth took me totally by surprise and I felt my cock start to
respond before the shock of what was happening registered in my brain. I
finally stepped back from the boy, pulling my cock from his grip.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my shock causing me to speak louder than
what I intended. It took a moment before Kris stood up and when he looked
up at me there were tears in his beautiful blue eyes. My heart melted.
I'd never spoken a harsh word to the boy and now I had him crying. I
dropped down and pulled him into my arms and held him tight, Kris's arms
equally tight around my neck.

"I'm sorry Uncle Mark," he mumbled into my neck, "I just thought I'd help
you be hard like me. I thought you'd like it like I do. I was just trying
to help." He said, crying softly. I moved my hands up and down on his
back and down onto the glorious little orbs of his slender boy's butt
murmuring that it was okay, and it was, kind of. The part I was really
concerned about was the boy putting my cock in his mouth.

I stepped out of the shower and put Kris down and wrapped a towel around
his shoulders then shut the water off and began drying myself. Kris was
still a little sniffly so I got on one knee and took the towel from his
narrow shoulders and dried his back for him, the boy allowing me that
show of attention. I gently turned him around to dry his front and
noticed that his little stiffie, thankfully, wasn't.

"You okay sport?" I asked him as I wiped down his legs. Kris nodded his
head, stepping out with one foot to allow me up underneath his boy stuff.
He didn't seem to inclined to take the towel from me so in the interest
of making an amends of sort I continued to perform the ablution as if he
were a four year old and not twice that age. Kris nodded his head at my
question then put on the zillion dollar smile that so much a part of him.

"I feel kinda like I'm a prince or something and you're my servant," the
adorable little guy said.

"Servant indeed," I said with mock anger and poked him in his belly. He
giggled, his high soprano laugh like a tonic to me, and covered his belly
then melted into my arms. I held him for a moment and when I tried to get
up and the little boy held his arms around my neck even tighter. My knee
was getting sore so I simply scooped the little boy into my arms and
stood up, holding him rather like a groom carrying his bride across the
threshold. Little did I know how apt that analogy would turn out to be.

I was curious about how Kris knew about cock sucking and the fact that it
would make a boy's cock get hard but I didn't want to ruin the moment.
"Wanna have a bowl of ice cream before we go to bed sport?" He nodded his
head against my neck, having snuggled his head as far into the crook of
my neck as possible.

"Wanna put on some clothes first?" He shook his head in the opposite
direction, moving it against my shoulder and jaw, indicating a "no". I
commented that I thought I'd like to and again he moved his head against
my shoulder and jaw. I decided quickly that since we'd gone that far,
being naked in front of the boy a little bit longer wasn't going to make
a lot of difference so simply carried him into the kitchen.

We got out ice cream, poured hot fudge on it then went into the living
room to eat it, Kris snuggle right up next to me the entire time. Half an
hour later, snuggled together in my large bed where Kris had elected to
sleep ever since he started visiting me, I decided to broach the subject
that was on my mind.

We were lying in a spoon fashion, Kris's back to me with my arm draped
down around his chest and holding him. We were both still naked, Kris
stating that he liked sleeping without any clothes on-a new development
in the boy's life-and insisted that I do as well so he wouldn't feel
weird.

"Your hairs are tickling my butt Uncle Mark," he giggled after kissing me
goodnight and backing into me. It felt a little strange to me, being
naked and holding and equally naked little boy in my bed. On the other
hand it had a slightly erotic feel to it and I wondered about that,
wondered about me. As I said, I'd never been attracted to preteen boys,
but I sort of felt myself slipping into a comfort zone about everything
that had happened that evening.

"Can I ask you a question Kris?" He said I could always ask him
questions, just as he could always ask me questions. "How is it that you
felt, or maybe knew, that putting my penis in your mouth would make it
hard?"

He didn't miss a beat but said, "Uncle Travis." Kris felt my body tense
against his for, indeed, I was shocked at the revelation. He quickly
said, "He didn't actually do it to me but he did it to his boyfriend." I
relaxed and asked how that happened. Kris told me that he'd woken up one
night when he heard voices in the hall outside his bedroom door and then
continued from his uncle's bedroom. Curious, the little boy had gotten up
to see what was going on, wondering if perhaps his parents had come home
early, not occurring to him to question what either of his parents might
be doing in his uncle's bedroom. He saw Travis' door open a crack, heard
the voices, knew it wasn't his parents, or parent, but elected to peek in
anyway, still curious about who would come calling so late at night, ten
o'clock being late to the boy.

"I'll have you hard in a second, that's what I heard Uncle Travis say,"
Kris told me, "and when I peeked into the room I saw him kneeling in
front of the other man and put the man's penis in his mouth. Sure enough
the man's penis got hard really fast." Kris went on to say that it made
his own little penis get hard watching the two adults but when his uncle
started to stand up he ran back to his own bed and didn't watch them
anymore.

"So that's how I know Uncle Mark. I know I shouldn't have watched them
but I couldn't help it and I couldn't help it when my penis got hard
either." I hugged him to me and the cuddly little bundle of boy snuggled
backward even closer to me.

"That's okay baby boy," I said, using a favorite term of endearment of
his. "It's normal for boys to be curious about things like that, about
seeing older men's body parts. And it's also normal to for a boy's penis
to get hard at times like that. Heck Kris, you're gonna find that, pretty
soon, your penis gets hard at almost anything, especially though if it
has anything to do with sex, even talking about it."

"It already does that Uncle Mark, gets hard all the time and over little
things. Sometimes I don't even know why, it just does it all by itself."
I agreed with him, saying it happened to me too.

"I know Uncle Mark, I can feel your penis against my butt and it feels
like it's getting hard," he said, voicing what I'd hoped he wouldn't.

"Well perhaps I should move so that it isn't poking you," I said and
started to do just that but Kris stopped me.

"No, don't move, please. I like you holding me and I don't mind if your
penis gets hard against me. I kind of like it," he said, his voice full
of the innocence of youth. I did find that curious however and asked him
about that.

"I don't know," he told me, "I just do. I like the feel of it against me.
It makes me feel good and then I get hard too, see." With that he took my
hand and moved it a little lower, placing it over his little cock which
was full on little boy hard. I felt my own cock surge, rapidly filling
with blood as my fingers involuntarily closed over the rampant little
penis. Kris sighed as I did so and I knew that the little boy was being
flooded with all kinds of new feelings.

"I love it when somebody holds my penis like that Uncle Mark." I've said
it before and I'll say it again, I had never had any desire for or
attraction to young boys. Never. But here I was, holding the most
beautiful little boy in the world in my arms, naked and holding on to his
fully erected boy toy. And I was getting stone hard as a result of that.
I left my hand where it was and asked if someone else had held his penis.
He paused a moment then said that yes, a boy he knew who was the older
brother of a friend. Apparently the older boy had come into the bedroom
that he shared with his little brother and discovered the two youngsters
standing there with their pants down with their soft little dicks along
side each other comparing size.

"I'll show you what a real prick looks like," the older boy had said and
tugged his pants down to reveal a cock much larger that theirs with some
hairs on it an everything. Both little boys were amazed of course and the
older boy told them that they could touch it if they wanted to and of
course, boys being boys, they wanted too. The older boy's penis had
gotten hard from all the attention and of course both of the little
cocklets had also responded adequately to the sexually charged situation.

"It felt so good having him hold my hard penis like that Uncle Mark and I
liked with when I held his too. He said he could make sperm stuff too but
he had other things to do so that would have to wait." Kris finished his
little tale then rolled over to face me.

"I really liked it Uncle Mark just like you holding me just then and I
want to hold yours too," he added. "Can I Uncle Mark? Please." Part of me
was screaming no while another part was thinking what was the harm,
really. The boy was curious, all boys were, and it would have been
different had I initiated the situation but I hadn't, Kris had.

"Yes Kris," I finally said then felt his fingers seek me out followed by
the warmth of his hand as it encircled my thick cock. Kris explored me,
moving his hand up and down my rigid shaft. He cupped and felt on my
balls then moved to the head where he was surprised at the stickiness he
encountered.

"What's that Uncle Mark, why is your cock head so wet?" I explained
precum to the boy who wanted to see it, I reached over and turned on the
bedside lamp then rolled to my back. Glancing at Kris right off the bat I
admired his body, the smoothness of him and his little boner sticking
straight up in the air, the head outlined beneath his pale foreskin. Kris
took hold of my dick and held it upright, bending down to investigate
with his eyes that which his hand had discovered. He automatically began
stroking it, the beautiful young boy understanding that if it felt good
when he stroked his own cock it must be the same if he did it to someone
else.

"Will you make sperms if I keep doing this Uncle Mark," he asked and I
told him that he definitely would. That seemed to spur the God/boy on and
amazingly enough I could tell that it wouldn't take long. The whole
situation was so charged for me that I was on the edge almost from the
moment that Kris took hold of me.

"Tighter Kris," I finally panted, "hold my cock tighter. "Watch, here it
comes." Fuck oh dear did it cum. I had to reach down and cup my hand over
Kris's in order to have the pace and grip that I preferred and that just
added more feelings to the fire, his small hand under mine as we both
worked to bring me off. The first shot went to my upper chest, almost
hitting my neck. The rest of them, six or seven all total, went
everywhere between there and my belly button. I finally took my hand away
while Kris continued to slowly stroke me, milking my cock like a cow's
teat, my sperm oozing out and running down over the boy's small fingers.
It was even hot watching that.

He finally let go but not without commenting on how cool it was to watch
me shoot out my sperms, how much of the stuff I made, and how cool it was
making me do it, finishing off with a question about his own bodily
capabilities. I explained that when he got older he would start producing
sperm but for now he might be able to enjoy the feelings that happened
when a mature male squirted his stuff out. Of course he wanted to try it,
asking me to show him.

Kris rolled onto his back, boner standing proudly at attention. I reached
over and took hold of the rampant little cocklet, amazed at how soft his
skin was. I slid his foreskin down and exposed his perfect little cock
head. I'd known a few uncut guys and they said that simply sliding their
foreskin back and forth tended to dry out the skin and make it hurt so
once I'd uncapped the boy I wiped some of my cum up and smeared it all
over the head of his cock causing his body to go rigid for just a moment.

"Ooohhhh," Kris moaned out as my fingers mauled his sensitive head. I
used more cum and went to work on the boy, encouraged by the moans and
groans that came from deep in his throat. It didn't take long before the
little boy was telling me it tickled and to stop. Of course I kept it up
and two seconds later he was screaming like a little girl, his smooth
pale body jerking spasmodically as the gorgeous young pre teen
experienced his first orgasm. Once he'd cum, I stroked the shaft, sliding
finger and thumb up over his sensitive cock head with each stroke and
helping to encourage his orgasm. It was soon over and the adorable
preteen lay panting on the bed, seemingly unable or unwilling to move, at
least for the moment.

When he did move it was to roll over and on top of me, mindless of the
cum that hadn't gotten cleaned off. He kissed me hard on the lips over
and over again, his hands on my cheeks to keep my head in place while he
did it.

"That was totally incredible Uncle Mark," he said. "I can't believe how
that felt, gosh. Can we do it again? Please, can we Uncle Mark?" I held
his body to mine, my hands on his back and on his tiny little butt,
rubbing and squeezing.

"Sure can Kris but you can do it yourself too you know." He said he knew
that but it had to be more fun with me, and having me do it. I had to
think about that. I mean, now that I was post orgasm I was beginning to
think with my other head and it was telling me that this had to be a one
time deal, that I couldn't continue to help an eight year old boy explore
his sexuality. I decided that I'd deal with it at another time then
rolled us over and upright before getting off the bed and heading to the
bathroom for washcloth. The mess really needed a shower but I was dealing
with so many conflicted feelings that I didn't really want to expose
myself to Kris anymore right then. Truth be told I wasn't sure I wanted
his naked body exposed to me either. I got both of us cleaned then dried
off then went back to bed where I turned out the light. Kris snuggled
back up to me and pulled my arm down over his chest and held it there.

"I love you Uncle Mark," he said, a yawn at the end muffling my name. I
told him I loved him too and fell asleep with the beautiful little boy in
my arms.

 I was up at my usual time, six-ish, and looked over to see that Kris was
sleeping like the dead, on his back with one arm across his belly and the
other one upright and bent at the elbow, his hand resting on the pillow
next to his head. His beautiful young face had  the relaxed look of
serenity and innocence and I could see his eyes twitch as his brain
entertained the sleeping beauty with the dreams of boys. I felt my chest
swell and my heart pick up its pace as I watched him and my mind went
back to the night before, of holding him, jacking the little boy off and
having him handle me in a likewise manner. If my feelings had been
conflicted the night before, they were even more so in the light of day.

I got up, pulled on a clean pair of boxers and headed out to the kitchen
for my morning coffee and the paper, the latter keeping my thoughts more
or less focused elsewhere for forty five minutes. Four strong cups of
Sumatra blend later I headed back to my room, the intended goal being my
bathroom. In passing my bed I saw that wonder boy was still conked out
only he'd managed to kick the covers to his knees and lay there with arms
spread out as though he were making and angel in the snow. My heart
lurched at the sight of him lying there so peaceful, so beautifully
naked, and so hard. The slight difference in his skin color caused my
attention to focus on the more pale swim suit area of his groin.

His little cocklet was standing proudly in the air, not fully upright but
halfway between that position and his pale flat pubic bone. I stepped
closer and looked down at him, fully over taken by his beauty; the
smoothness of his skin. Blue veins lined his rampant cock as well as the
smooth wrinkled bag that held his balls. His foreskin fully covered the
head of his cock so that his little missile narrowed down almost to a
point.  I watched his boyhood pride pulse, the fleshy tube jerking
slightly with each beat of his little heart.

My head went back to the night before and with those memories came a
thought. I wondered what it would be like to suckle the little boy, to
bury his raging cocklet in my mouth. There was no doubt in my mind that
if I wanted to suck him Kris would be more than happy to let me, just as
he would be more than happy to suck mine. I felt my pulse quicken and my
dick start to rise at the thought of it then wondered what in the hell
was happening to me.

I left the presence of the little god and went about my intended chore
while considering the swift change of events and my sudden physical
attraction to Kris. I knew in my heart that it was Kris specifically and
not preteen boys in general and that thought made me feel a little
better. I didn't relish the idea of being a full on pedophile, of being
sexually attracted to young boys. I could live with the idea of feeling
that way toward Kris and with that thought came a stark realization.  I'd
just given myself permission to be with the adorably cute little boy on
whatever level he wanted. Why? Because it was entirely possible that Kris
was indeed a gay boy.

Many people, generally those in social services or of a religious
background, said that children couldn't possibly know if they were gay or
even consider such things until they reached puberty and even then there
was doubt that they had that much insight. People like that are full of
shit of course. I'd had the opportunity to talk about such things with
many other sexual minority people who were very clear that at a young age
they, as was I, were aware that they were somehow different than other
boys and girls. Travis knew it too and by Kris's age we both knew the
concept of being gay and that we were. Like many children we'd had the
opportunity to "play doctor" with a girl and while initially girls parts
were interesting enough there wasn't any desire to repeat that experience
after the second or third time. Neither of us even cared to look at the
photos that other boys managed to acquire of naked women, generally the
more benign type from a Playboy magazine often stolen from an older
brother.

If my little Kris was gay then he was going to explore that come hell or
high water and if that were the case it would make him more vulnerable to
teenage boys or even men who were of a predatory nature. The thought of
Kris being harmed in any way made me want to cry, and then kill anyone
who might even consider such a thing. Was that a rationalization on my
part? Perhaps but look at the news or even the statistics.  No, Kris's
beauty made him a target and if he showed even the most remote interest
in the wrong person he was vulnerable to harm. I could not and would not
allow that to happen.

I did conclude however that I would not tell Kris of my decision nor
would I initiate any sexual contact whatsoever with the boy. But, I would
be willing go along with just about anything he wanted in the exploration
of his own sexuality. That settled, I wiped my ass and climbed into my
shower.