Date: Tue, 16 May 2006 20:58:06 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: Popsicle Beach - Chapter Four

Popsicle Beach
By: Aberration


Disclaimer:

This story contains material of a sexual nature and describes sexual acts
between varied ages, which may include adult/youth. If you find this kind
of material offensive, if you are not of legal age to read such material or
if it is illegal in your country, please do not read any further. My
stories may contain some factual or autobiographical elements, but they are
works of fiction, figments of imagination and any apparent similarity of
characters to real people is coincidental.

Expression should never be considered intent and I do not condone nor
endorse any of the activities included in these representations.

Story Codes: (mb, bb, voy, oral, anal, mast)

Comments are welcome at aberration@hush.com


Chapter Four

"Uncle Neil?" the boy quietly called out as he poked his head inside the
door to his uncle's bedroom.

He saw them there, his uncles' arm encasing the small boy as they slept and
anger immediately crept into his thoughts. `That's suppose to be me' the
boy thought, more anger swept through the young, confused boy who use to be
`so special', this time jealousy weaving itself into the picture.

Christian Neil Hampton had never even met his uncle until he was almost
seven and the young man/older teenager had returned from a military
boarding school where he'd been sent in an attempt to restrain his
incorrigibility by his rich parents. At age fourteen he'd been nearly
unmanageable, drinking and smoking, cigarettes, marijuana, but it was the
constant complaints of parents insisting that he was `harassing'
neighborhood children that broke the straw.

Being turned over to the quasi-military institution was at first a bitter
pill, until arrival and his realization that he would be with hundreds of
other young males from eight to eighteen. Things were indeed rough at
first. The difficulty of changing from pampered rich kid to worthless plebe
was fraught with anger and frustration, yet he managed to control himself
and actually begin to fit in, making a few friends. It wasn't long until he
discovered that here he didn't have to bully, there were better ways and if
he played along, a very large sub-group that was more then willing to
indulge in his weakness.

He took his lessons well, moving up steadily in academic standing as well,
manipulating positions of power and indulging in the varied, never
discussed night life within the dorms. During the week they all limited
themselves, the grind occupying most of their time, but one might share a
mutual wank in the showers, maybe even a blow job in a closed toilet stall
and Neil did his share, becoming known as one who would reciprocate and
therefore sought after. It was their free days when things could be done
leisurely, when one could slip into the younger dorms and court one of the
rosy cheeked youngster's into taking a long walk, go on a picnic or back to
your room, if you could get rid of your room mate.

Those that joined in a walk, or whatever, knew fully what was too take
place, they enjoyed being sought after, when ninety per cent of the time
they're low position on the pole. A little play time, sucking the older
boy's penis or for return events even a little bum play, was a small price
to pay for being made to feel good for a couple of hours. They also knew to
keep their mouths shut, even if they refused. The penalties to an older
cadet that forced a situation were most severe, thereby legitimizing a
society inside a society that wasn't all that different from the outside
world. Except here, heterosexuality was the 10 per cent and in some cases,
long term `friendships' between older and younger developed into life long
connections even if they reverted to that other 90 per cent.

So the Neil that arrived home after graduation was the Neil that his
parents wanted, for his lessons had indeed been learned He'd been shown how
to play the game, what to look for and how to go about getting it.  He
didn't have to look very far, his parents had conveniently provided his
nephew Christian, inviting him for the summer, since Neil would be home and
they could `get to know' each other. He was patient and bided his time,
working in glimpses and situations were nudity was allowable, but not more
then two weeks had passed before Christian would sneak into Neil's room
after the house had quieted down. There they would play the fun, secret
games and Christian learned what would happen as he grew up, deftly and
cooperatively giving Neil his pleasures.

For almost five years, off and on due to natural circumstances of course,
but non-stop they had carried on their clandestine affair. The pictures
that Neil had shown Kenny were but a very small part of the collection his
uncle had taken over that time. Then there were the movies, there was even
one were Christian had coaxed a school friend and they had done all the
things they did at their sleepovers, but in front of Neil's movie
camera. It was fun, but Neil didn't like anyone else involved in their
`special times' so it only happened that once. Of course, Christian never
knew of the two or three other `baby boys' that Neil had cultivated
relationships with, during that time, he always kept those from his nephew.

Then there were the call or rent boys that he could manage to find, mostly
street kids not that much younger then himself. But they were for the rough
stuff, with his boys he always wanted them to be happy and enjoy their time
with him and never pushed things further, manipulating yes, but ultimately
allowing the boy to set the tone and the level of participation.

Christian wanted to jump up on the bed and beat the boy silly, but he knew
inside it wasn't the kid's fault. He was just beginning to fully realize
how persuasive his Uncle Neil was and despite everything, couldn't even
bring himself to hate the man. He'd never been anything but kind and
generous, even when the sex started and then he'd been almost annoying by
the way he kept asking if everything was alright and did Christian want it
to continue.

`Dammit' Christian thought to himself, `I'm the one that kept coming
back. I liked what we did, I don't want it to stop, and I like doing it
with other boys too!'

So why did it have to stop, he couldn't understand. Uncle Neil had tried to
explain, how he liked to have sex with boys, but that he would always love
Christian, even if his entry into puberty had sapped away his uncle's
physical desire for him. He'd understand when he got older, his uncle had
told him finally, begging him not too interfere with his relationship with
this new boy, what his name, Kenny, wasn't it? Well, maybe he'd just have a
little talk with Kenny, see what he knew, maybe fill him in, scare him away
and then maybe his uncle could love him again.

Christian put on his best smile and walked over to the bed and leaned over,
shaking his uncle gently, "Uncle Neil," he hissed quietly.

"Wha, what," he mumbled, then came full awake and realized his predicament,
"Oh Christian, I am so sorry, uhm, we overslept." He quietly told his
nephew.

"Yeah, I think I'm smart enough to have figured that one out," the boy
sarcastically retorted, "Well, get up, I want to go swimming, like you
promised."

"Yeah, yes, okay, look give us a minute okay, I don't want Kenny to get
embarrassed, okay?" his Uncle pleaded.

"Whatever, just hurry up, or I'll wake him up!" he sneered, then turned and
strode confidently out of the room.

Out in the living room however, there were still the obvious reminders of
what his uncle had been doing last night. The projector and screen were
still up, a pair of men's and a pair of boy's underpants next to the chair
where he himself had let his uncle take his own off thousands of times. He
fought the tears, but when he flipped on the machine and his own face
stared at him, half smiling half grimacing as he held his mouth open so the
camera could record his uncle's sperm that sat upon his tongue and lips. He
couldn't stop them and he sat in the chair as they rolled down his cheeks
and he watched himself swallow, not once, but twice, gag a little, then mug
for the camera like he'd just eaten the best ice cream in the world. His
hand rubbed his tummy just above his fully displayed genitals, his dick
starting to rise, the fingers making it stiff and then jacking off for the
camera and wiping his own little spurts up and swallowing those as well.

He sighed and pondered his situation for a moment and then it suddenly
occurred to him. There was one thing he'd never done with his uncle, he'd
never asked to do it to Christian either, but the almost young teen knew
his uncle would love too. `That's how I'll get him back', he thought as he
heard the footsteps in the hallway and he rose to go meet them, not wanting
Kenny to understand he knew everything that had gone on.

"Morning, Uncle!" he smiled as though his old self again, meeting them just
before the turn to the kitchen, "You're Kenny, right? He beamed, shoved out
his hand, "I'm Christian, but then he's probably told you all about me,
right?" and gave the boy a wink.

"Uhm, yeah, Hi," Kenny bumbled along, quite awkwardly blurting, "He showed
me your pictures." Then realizing his possible faux pax, even though Neil
had said it was okay stammered, "Your school pictures."

"You're gonna go swimming with us aren't you?" Christian continued his
cheery chat.

"Sure!" Kenny now beamed back, "It'll be fun having somebody more my age to
play with!"

"I couldn't have said it better myself," Christian side glanced his uncle
who stood silently, fully taken aback at the sudden change in his nephew.

"Well, I'm happy you two finally get to meet," he finally stammered, "Let
me just go get a few things, Christian you already in your suit?"

"Nope," the boy smiled, not even glancing at his uncle, his concentration
on young Kenny, unaware of how much he was already mimicking his
relative. "Thought we'd probably go eat something first, Kenny and me can
change out at the lake, right?"

"Uh, sure, Christian," Kenny responded slowly, still trying to gauge his
responses, as you recall, Kenny didn't exactly make friends easily and this
open attitude had sounded some quiet, but insistent alerts in his young
brain.

As awkward and confusing there first meeting was, the afternoon was
relaxing and invigorating at the same time. Christian turned out to be
great fun, never using his size or greater strength over his new
friend. Everything seemed perfectly normal as they donned and later
undressed together, except Kenny was pretty sure that Christian made sure
he got nice long looks when he was naked, though he didn't show any outward
signs, he was pretty sure Christian snuck peeks at him too.

The afternoon turned into early evening before the two boys were ready to
call it quits, but Uncle Neil was fabulously contented, it appeared the
transition would be a smooth one after all. `Now, if I can just get them to
do a little posing together, maybe even get to see and photograph a little
fun time.' Uncle Neil treated them to a trip to the A & W, the burgers just
so-so, but the hot French fries and frosty mugs of ice cold root-beer
really hit the spot.

Christian cornered his uncle after they'd gotten back to the house and
little Kenny scampered off to relieve his bladder.

"I want to have sex with Kenny," he told the man plainly.

"Christian," his uncle almost whined.

"No," he said confidently, "I want to see what's so special about boys with
no hair around their pecker."

"All right," the man relented, quite wisely, for he was quickly cornering
himself into a position of great peril, "Could I^Å" he looked hopefully at
the young man really, the boy he use to bed and pamper gone now.

"Not this time," Christian grinned to himself, having now fully realizing
the power his position held. "But I will let you take the first ones now,
you know, the ones you use to create confidence and intrigue, make the boy
want to do more, even `sexier' ones?"

"Yes, I know," his Uncle nearly spat, he too, finally realizing his
situation.

Kenny, immune with ignorance, gladly mugged and posed with his new buddy as
they pretended to have a wrestling match. Christian further drove the spike
in and titillated his uncle as both his `baby-boys' stripped to their
underpants and began wrestling some more. Christian in the pale blue bikini
briefs Neil himself had chosen for him and Kenny in his small, white
department store boy's briefs.

It wasn't until he was sure his uncle had recorded the fact that Kenny was
totally boned and tenting those cotton briefs, that he too turned and
revealed his excitement to the camera, the pink tip of Christian's dick
poking past the small elastic band. Then he whispered into the smaller
boy's ear and they giggled together, announcing they were going to go play
in the bedroom, by themselves.

The same emotions that had surged through his young nephew just that
morning suddenly overtook him and he raged for a moment in jealousy,
wanting to burst in and take back his `baby-boy'. Reason calmed his
immediate terror and as he thought more deeply, began to arouse himself
with the possibilities. He'd had few times that weren't one on one, when
his nephew had brought his friend over to make that movie, he'd been told
strictly hands off. There had been some where money was the driving
motivation, but the intimacies possible if he could have both Christian and
Kenny at the same time began to be extremely desirable and he contemplated
how best to make it come about.

Back behind the closed door Christian had a smiling and red cheeked Kenny
on the bed, straddling him as he lay, arms stretched and held above his
head, slowly lowering his waist until their two cloth covered boners rubbed
softly against each other and slowly made small circles with his hips.

"This feels really nice, Chris!" Kenny grinned, getting to use the name the
older boy had said he could when they were alone.

"It sure does," the near teen half whispered, half groaned, it did feel
wonderful and Christian realized the drive behind his uncle's
desires. Being older, in control, able to direct things in his own way use
someone to gain your pleasure. "Wanna do something that makes this feel ten
times better?" he smiled down at the glazing eyes of his younger companion.

"Sure!" Kenny happily agreed, now hooked of course, getting those wonderful
feelings was beginning to enter his mind constantly it seemed and who
better then Chris to do it with?

"Get naked," the older boy ordered as he stepped off the bed and began
stripping his own clothes.

Kenny complied eagerly and with his bare essential summer uniform, was
quickly eyeing his older friend's physique. The same, hard stiff cock he'd
seen on the screen last night, except now there was more then just a few,
or even wings, Christian now was fully bushed, his balls had grown and his
cock looked like a three quarter adult one. He watched the older boy
retrieve the oil Neil had used for his massage.

"Oh, I already know about massages," he whined in disappointment.

"I'm not gonna give you a massage," Christian said with a grin that
suddenly faded and the wounded boy in him couldn't stop himself from
rubbing Kenny's nose in it, "even though I know a hell of a lot more about
them then you do, I was first you know."

"I'm sorry, Chris," Kenny cringed a little, he liked this older boy and
didn't want too do anything to hurt his feelings.

`Damn!' Christian thought to himself, `was I like that, yeah, yeah I was,
I'd have done anything for him', suddenly awash with understanding, pride
swelling, testosterone surging and controlling.

"Forget it," Christian said with a dismissive wave, "What I wanna do is get
us slippery with us and then do what we were doing before, rub off on each
other, wanna try?"

His fear dismissed with the revelation that Chris really did want to `have
sex' with him, Kenny was more the game and the boys giggled and laughed as
their hands roamed free and they literally coated each other with the soft
scented liquid. Chris dropped to his back and pulled the younger boy onto
him, their groins mashing, and boners lying side by side. The older boy
started kissing young Kenny, and was delighted by the return of
affection. The slow movements started as the erotic sensations wafted over
their naked bodies and they groaned and softly moaned their pleasure to
each other through their interlocked mouths.

As he felt the sleek, smooth body of the little boy rub against him,
Christian understood, he felt the feelings his Uncle must enjoy so much and
revised his plan to regain the man's attention. `I'll get more little boys
like Kenny', he thought suddenly, `I bet it'd be a hell of a lot easier for
me! Fuck this feels so good, I wonder^Å.'

Just as he felt as though Kenny was reaching his peak, he lifted the boys'
chest slightly, glancing down for aim and got himself in just the right
spot, the head of his cock delicately positioned at Kenny's little rear
entrance, his fingers insuring it was well lubed.

"Slide back a little Kenny," he hoarsely whispered, then felt the little
ring resist.

Kenny's eyes flew open and he began to panic a little, but Christian held
his hips tight.

"Easy, real slow, just kinda slowly sit on it, com'on Kenny you can do it!"
he urged, shifting the responsibility on the clearly aroused, but confused
little boy.

"Awwww, shit yeah," the older boy groaned as watched Kenny concentrate,
face scrunched in determination and the head popped in, his cock sliding
almost halfway in as Kenny sucked in a huge breathe. He held the boy tight
again, "That's it baby-boy, slip my whole cock inside your pretty little
butt," Christian heard himself, shocked at the twenty dollar whore
vocabulary he was using, his Uncle had never talked like that, but he'd
seen enough porn and it felt good, he liked it.

"Just a little more," he moaned and stabbed the rest inside the ten year
old's anus.

He was buried fully inside Kenny and the warmth and slickness coating his
young cock was unbelievable, nothing had ever felt exactly like this, some
of his uncle blow jobs were probably close, but this was a totally new
encompassing arousal. When he saw the kid's face relax a little he reached
up and started playing with the little worm that had gone soft, feeling the
little boy begin to move as his tiny penis stiffened back up nicely.

For Kenny the sensations were flooding his young mind as well, never in his
life would he have believed that poking something up your butt hole could
ever feel this good. The more he rocked and bounced a little, the better it
got to feeling until he was actively impaling himself onto Chris's stabbing
cock and he blasted off with intense nerve pulses the sent tremors through
his young body.

He waited until the little boy was almost through, then flipped him over
and with pure instinct alone, started rabbit punching his throbbing hard on
in and out of the smaller boys gripping and squeezing ass ring. He pumped
for longer then he felt he could, then the waves overtook him and his body
fucked erratically as his young sperm began their swim into a channel that
led nowhere.

The boys gasped and moaned as the feelings retreated and slowly they
regained control of themselves. Christian just flopped beside Kenny and
tried to let his breathing get back to normal. Kenny's little hand had gone
to his ass instinctively and he was fingering himself even as the feelings
slowly faded away, squishing and squashing as the older boy's cum dribbled
down his cheeks.

Neil slept alone that night, but he wasn't bitter or even concerned
anymore, for his nephew had dangled the carrot in front of him and he'd
chomped and stretched his neck out just like the jack-ass. He feel asleep
dreaming of the camp outs, sleepovers and the selection from Popsicle
Beach's finest menu, its generous supply of boys.

His nephew was for the third time providing the `Rooter Router' service to
a hooked Kenny who enjoyed multiple orgasms as the thin, but nicely shaped
pole invaded and speared him time and again. The boys finally fell asleep
well after two in the morning and slept through most of that next morning.

Part Four Ends Here