Date: Sun, 7 Feb 2016 00:41:31 -0500
From: Medic nextdoor <medicnextdoor@gmail.com>
Subject: Matt and his Uncle

By Jim

Since I have never been married, nor had any brothers or sisters, I never
thought I would be called "Uncle".

But, one day, it happened and changed my life forever, in a positive way.

Ever since Matthew was 4 years old, when we first met, he called me "Uncle
Todd". At first, I wasn't sure that was best, but his Mom, Debbie, loved it
and said that the "dye was cast". Yes, Matt and I were to be Uncle and
Nephew.

Debbie and I had been friends since college and, being a single Mom, she
was worried that Matt wouldn't have any role model in his life. When she
ended up moving into the same apartment building years after we had both
left college for different parts of the country, We certainly were happy to
be back together. We certainly weren't boyfriend-girlfriend as she knew I
was gay. But, close friends – brother-sister – had become a reality. She
depended upon me for ideas and feedback for decisions. It seemed to be a
good relationship for both of us.

So, as Matt started to grow up, I became that positive male role model in
his life. Even though Debbie knew of my sexual orientation, she made me to
promised that I would be in his life as much as I was able. I agreed.

That started the adventure that involved learning to ride a bike, skating,
little league baseball (and getting hit by the ball to learn it didn't hurt
as much as one thought) to fishing to cub scouts and all the other things
boys like to do. I was his Uncle and best friend and we both loved each
other's company.

And, now at the age of 10, he was a slim, blond, toe-headed young boy and
the joy in my world. Besides him playing baseball, we also attended the
minor league team in town as often as we could and enjoyed trying to catch
the foul balls. We also played lots of board and card games, often ate out
(sometimes with him Mom, sometimes without) but more often than I imagined,
we had lots of "guy" time with just us together. I regularly babysat for
him when Debbie had a date or business meeting. I knew his routine and he
knew mine, in as much as a babysitter has one.

When I would babysit, we would have dinner, usually pizza and after, we
would sit together and watch cartoons and, later, "American Dad", still a
cartoon but a more adult one. Around 8:30, I would help him take a bath.
Being very young when this started, he was somewhat gangly but very good
for me. I knew every inch of his body - but being 4 at the time, I had no
interest from a sexual standpoint. After all, he was my "nephew" and I
would never do anything to harm him.

Later, around the age of 9, he started taking a shower and oftentimes,
would go off without being asked and take one himself at the appropriate
time, coming back into the room dressed in his very cute cotton pajamas. I
started to really like those pajamas, cozy enough to look great and, yet,
thin enough that you could see he obvious had his white underwear briefs on
as you could see them surrounding his butt cheeks. There was a bulge in the
front, but, honestly, on a 9 year old, I couldn't tell anything from it.
OK, so maybe I was looking a little too much – but there's no harm in
looking, right?

Anyhow, this weekend I'm about to tell you about was somewhat special.
Debbie had asked me to babysit him at my place for the entire weekend, as
she was going to be bringing a male friend home Friday night and that there
may be "amorous" noises she didn't want him to hear. She thought this guy
might be "the one" and wanted an option of another night just in case he
was interested. I gladly said yes and Matt was over-excited to be spending
the weekend at "Uncle Todd's place".

He arrived around 5 PM, with his overnight bag dragging behind him. He
looked so grown up for a 10 year old but bounded into my house like the
little boy that he was.

After dinner, I wished the dishes and came out into the family room to find
Matt sitting on the couch, his shirt off, his jeans low enough to show the
white band of his underwear briefs. He was watching another cartoon show.

I sat down and started watching with him. We both huddled together,
buddies, Uncle and Nephew. We were going to have a fun weekend. I had no
idea how fun it would turn out to be.

Of course, there was one big difference. We were at my place and Debbie was
next door and it didn't appear we would be disturbed – at all!

As time went on, it appeared Matt was ready for some cuddle time and leaned
harder into me. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. We both loved
those times, especially as he got older. He looked so cute.

"You OK?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "I love being here with you. This is cool!"

"Time for a shower", I said. Matt looked at me with an almost teenage
"you've got to be kidding me" look.

"My Mom's not here and she won't be," he said. "I can take a shower late
and maybe stay up to see more tv?" he said and asked at the same time.

I thought about it for a minute while looking at his cute, devilish smile.
It was Friday, so neither one of us had to get up in the morning but rules
were rules. I told him maybe tomorrow night.

He giggled and seemed exciting that he may get to stay up late tomorrow. He
practically danced down the hall and into the bathroom.

It was sometime when I heard the water shut off and assumed Matt had gone
to bed. A few moments later, sitting on the couch, I was almost asleep when
I heard socked feet shuffling towards me.

I looked towards the door and saw Matt, standing there in his PJ's looking
adorable.

"I can't sleep," he said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"I don't know, "he said. "It's a strange house and I've never slept here
before".

I got up and went into the bathroom, forgetting to brush my teeth earlier.
I heard him call out to me.
"Can I sleep with you?" he asked.

As I stood there, looking in the mirror, I realized what old guy was
starting back at me. A guy my age with a 10 year old in his bed - - Hey,
he's my nephew, it's all innocent – or so I told myself.

"Sure," I said.

"Yea" he said loudly. Then, I heard some rustling but it didn't seem to be
coming from the guest room. As I exited the bathroom, I looked over and saw
he wasn't there. I wondered where he had gone to – maybe to the kitchen to
get a drink of water. I slid into my bed and waited.
Matt appeared at the door and came up to the edge of my bed. Looking at
him, I realized two things. He was no longer wearing the tops to his
pajamas – and it appeared that he had taken off his underwear and was only
wearing his pajama pants because it was obvious he had a boner!

I stared for a minute and then pulled the blankets back and told him to
climb over me and slide into the bed. He giggled while he did so but was
soon cuddling with his back to me and his butt wiggling against what was a
growing boner from my soft, microfleece pajamas. I put my hand on his hip,
cuddling his butt.

"Ok, you all set?" I asked.

"Yes," he whispered. "Good night".

"Night," I answered.

I turned out the lamp next to the bed and settled into Matt. It was dark
and both of us didn't move for several minutes.

"Uncle Todd," he asked matter-of-factly. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," I said.

"Never mind – it will sound weird," he said. Now, I was VERY curious.

"There's nothing weird you can't ask me," I told him. "You can ask me
anything and if you don't want anyone else to know about it, it will just
be between you and I".

As our eyes started to adjust, the streetlights lit up his smile when I
said that.

"Cool," he said. "Why does my peter keep getting hard all the time?"

I melted at the question. So cute, coming from this blonde 10 year old who
appeared to know nothing about what he was doing to me in his PJ's laying
in my bed.

"Well," I started. "There are lots of reasons, many having to do with
biology".

He looked a little bored at that point but knew something good was coming.

"Your peter," I started, "has tissue in it that when blood rushes into, it
becomes stiff. Generally, blood rushes into it when you get excited. It
happens a lot when you see a pretty girl you like, or look at the pictures
in Playboy. Have you ever seen Playboy?"

"No," he murmured. "But it sounds cool!"

I continued.

"It's a way of getting your peter ready to go into her..." And I paused
because I wasn't sure he knew the name of other parts of other sexes.

"Pussy?" he asked, his smile getting bigger.

"Yes, that's one name for it but polite gentlemen call it a Vagina," I told
him.
We both paused and then giggled out loud.

"What a weird name," Matt yelled.

"But," I continued. "Most of the time, your peter gets hard because you saw
something that you liked or thought about something sexy or read something
sexy – you know". He seemed to understand.
We then settled down again, his back still against my chest and my hand
still cupping his wonderful butt cheeks.

"The other day, I got a boner," he said. "You remember when we were washing
the car?"

Do I ever. We were both in swim shorts and as I turned the corner, I saw
his stiff nail sticking out of the front of his suit. It was obvious and
quite cute. He had his hand on it, rubbing it somewhat when he saw me
staring. He put his hand down and turned away.
Not wanting to embarrass Matt, I didn't mention it and continued working.

"You saw it, didn't you?" he asked.

"Yeah," I answered. "It was awesome"! His smile got bigger.


"But, it's embarrassing," he said with a sad voice. "How do you make it
stop?"

I pondered the question. I knew where this was going.

"Let me ask you a question," I said. "Why do you think your peter got hard?"

I could see him thinking about this with great wonder.

"I guess..." He started. "Promise not to laugh?" he asked.

"Promise," I said.

"I guess it was when you bent over to pick up the sponge," he said. "I was
looking at your butt and saw the band of your white underwear and my peter
just went BOING" making the sound kids make with that word.
We both laughed.

"Well, what do you think that means?" I asked, now actively rubbing his
butt cheeks, moving my finger up and down his crack.

"Hey," he giggled. "That tickles" and squirmed around for a second but not
pulling away from me.

I guess it means I like your butt," he said, giggling again.

"Actually," I said, "You're not far off".

I then explained that boys are sometimes attracted to other boys. He seemed
very interested at that point.

"So," he started. "Is that why you are rubbing my butt and playing with my
crack?"

I wiggled my finger deeper into his crack and moved it up and down, causing
louder giggles and some moans out of Matt. I put my other finger up to my
mouth.
"Quiet," he said. "You don't want to wake the whole house".

"We're the only ones here," he said matter-of-factly.

We continued to cuddle for a minute or two, my moving my hand over his cute
butt and fingering his crack, Matt wiggling his butt back and forth over my
now very hard hard-on.

"I feel you back there," he said with a wicked smile. "You've got a hard
on. You like my butt too".

I smiled back and moved my hand back up on his hip. He stopped smiling and
got serious for a minute.

"Don't stop," he said. "I like it".

"Well, I have a question for you now," I asked. He smiled and awaited my
query.

"Just before you came to bed, I heard some rustling in your room. Did you
take your underwear off and put your pajama pants back on before you came
in here?"

Matt blushed. "Yeah," he said sheepishly.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I noticed you didn't wear underwear when you put your pajamas on.
I wanted to be just like you."

Now, my heard was melting. I was also horny as hell.

"Uncle Todd, why don't you wear underwear to bed?" he asked.

"That's an easy answer and it has something to do with what we were talking
about before," I said. "here's a little science lesson for you. This is
true fact." Matt eyes got big and he stared.

"Boys get, on average two boners per hour while they are asleep," I told
him. He gave a small gasp. "Sometimes, they have one all night long! I
would wake up at night with my boner wrapped all in my briefs and it was
uncomfortable, so I tried it without them one night and really liked how it
felt".

Matt blushed again. he reached in back of him to feel my dick. "Yeah, it
feels neat," and squeezed it with his small hand. I was the one gasping
this time.
I reached forward to feel Matt's boner in his pajamas and it was as hard as
iron. Matt jerked forward as my hand engulfed his cotton covered peter.

"oooo", he said. "That feels neat".

We lay there for a moment, me rubbing his peter and him squeezing my dick
and both of us squirming against each other.

"I have another question," Matt grunted, all the while letting me massage
his dick through those pajamas.

"Go ahead," I said, giving small gasps as he grabbed my dick and rubbed it
with his small hand.

"Why does this feel so good?" he asked.

"Well..." I said, trying to keep focus on the conversation. "It's called
masturbation but we boys call it Jacking off. Lots of times, boys don't
have girls to make them feel special so they do this until they cum".

"Cum"? he asked. "What's that?"

"Have an orgasm. You do know what that is, right? I asked.

"No", he said, no looking very curiously at what my hand was doing under
the covers.

"You get this WONDERFUL feeling and then, when your old enough, you shoot
white cream called cum out of your peter," I told him. "If you shoot that
into a girl, she may get pregnant".

"What if it goes into a boy," Matt asked. What a cheeky boy.

"Boys can't get pregnant," I said. "But, it tastes good and is full of
protein so it's also good for you".

"It sounds cool," Matt said. "Would you show me?"

I stopped feeling Matt up and pulled my hand back. Matt looked me in the
eye like he had done something wrong.

"Don't stop," he whined. "that feels awesome".

"Matt," I said as much in an adult voice as I could. "I shouldn't do this.
I could get in trouble".

"Why?" he asked, confused.

"Some people don't think an adult should be doing these things with a young
boy".

"But, Uncle Todd," he whimpered. "You're my uncle and you're supposed to
show me things and teach me things. Besides, I would never tell anyone
about what we do".

"You promise?" I asked, looking seriously into his eyes.

"Of course," he said. "You're my uncle and my best friend".

I realized at that point, I was hooked. I leaned back into Matt and reached
around to the snaps on his pajama bottoms. I unsnapped the first two and
felt his boner sticking out.

"Ok," I said. "Let me show you something really neat".

With that, I pulled my hand in front of our faces and licked it, top to
bottom. I made it slick with my saliva and then, put my hand back down on
his peter, palming it and started to rub under the circumcised head,
rubbing back and forth. Matt's hips started to really gyrate on my dick.

"ooooo," he said, closing his eyes. "That feels so good. Don't stop."

I didn't. I cupped his peter in my hand and started to move it back and
forth, forming a portable pussy for him to fuck. He started moving his hips
back and forth while pushing them back against my now raging boner.

""uh...uh," he started. "Uncle Todd...I think I'm going to pee".

I stopped again, causing Matt to groan again looking at me pissed.

"I promise you won't do that," I said. "What WILL happen is the most
amazing feeling you've ever had. Do you trust me?"

"Sure," he said, rather adultish.

"Life up," I told Matt. He seemed to understand and lifted his butt so I
could pull Matt's pajamas down. Then, I licked my hand and moved it back
down to his now hard as hard peter. It was stiff and waiting. I jacked him
off with my wet palm and he moaned and his breathing started to get faster.
Finally, he started to shake. I knew he was cuming.

"oh...oh...OH...OH..." he squealed in that little boy voice. I felt his peter
jerk three or four times, dry, but none the less, thrilling for him and I.
Matt started to slow his breathing down, looking up at me with a big smile.

 "So," I began. "You liked that eh?"

"That was the best," he said. He leaned over and kissed me on the nose.

Then, he did something that make my jaw drop.

He reached down and slipped his small hand into my pajama bottoms and took
hold of my dick like I had held his. He started to move his hand back and
forth.
My breathing got rapid pretty quick and, being on the edge from just
watching this beauty cum,  I knew I wouldn't last long.

"ugh...ugh..." I said and then squirted for ropes of cum on the insides of my
pajamas.

When I had settled down, he was smiling at me.

"Hey, look at what you did," he started, pulling his hand out covered in
goo. "Is that what you were taking about that would come out of my peter
one day?"

"Yes," I said, somewhat embarrassed. "Sorry I made such a mess.

"Is it really good for you?" he asked, looking at his cum-covered hand.

"Taste it and find out," I said and watched a Matt sucked his three fingers
full of goo. He smiled.

"Different," he said. Not bad".

We both cuddled into each other and passed out to sleep.