Date: Mon, 1 Sep 2014 13:53:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Sitting In My Lap

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Sitting In My Lap


"You're getting a boner," declared the fourteen-year-old boy sitting in my
lap with a certain amount of lascivious delight.

"Yep," was my frank acknowledgment of his observation, then I added, "Do
you know why?"

"No," he replied rather disingenuously, out of self-conscious
embarrassment, not wanting to admit the truth to himself.

"Because you've been rubbing your ass on it for the last five minutes," I
bluntly stated.

Who was this observant youth, you may ask?  My nephew.  My nephew by
marriage.  The stepson of my half-brother.  Garrett is his name.

Another question you may have is how did he come to be in a position to
take note of my state of semi-erection?  The short answer is he put himself
there.  The longer answer is, well, it requires a longer explanation.

____________________


I was visiting my brother and his family.  He had two children, one from
his wife's previous marriage, Garrett whom we already have met, and one he
had with his wife of four years, a four-year-old girl by the name of Linda.
My half-brother, who is a few years younger than me, and I generally meet
at family functions about once or twice a year.  There was a stretch when I
was in the Navy when I didn't see him that often.  We've been friendly, but
since our parents didn't marry until I was sixteen, we barely spent any
time together as brothers before I joined the service.  It was his wife's
idea that we should reconnect and that I should visit; an understandable
sentiment on her part.  So I ended up flying in from the west coast for a
few days to visit over a long weekend.

Okay, fair enough, you may say, but let's get more specific as to the
circumstances; the how, the why, the when, the where.  Well, let's deal
with the last two first.

When?  A little after midnight on a Saturday evening, technically Sunday
morning.  Since I was on west coast time, I stayed up to watch a movie on
cable while my brother and his wife went to bed.

Where?  My brother's basement home theater, where a big flat screen was set
up with a sound system and a couple of couches.

Garrett asked if he could stay up and watch with me and was given
permission since it wasn't a school night, but the movie had to be
"appropriate."  That comment was directed at me and we ended up watching a
vampire horror flick that Garrett and I agreed on; it was rated R and
probably wouldn't have been parentally approved, but they weren't around
and the kid was fourteen after all.

Maybe I should describe Garrett at this point. He was a considerate
teenager and rather quiet. I think both of these characteristics were part
of his nature, but Garrett was also rather shy. He would engage in
conversation if prompted, but even when talking about his favorite sport,
basketball, he was very measured in his response. When something pleased
Garrett he would smile albeit with hesitant delight.

As to his physical appearance, he had the physique that you would expect of
a fourteen-year-old; he'd grown up, but hadn't filled out yet.  Height?
About 5'9".  Weight?  Maybe 125 pounds.

Garrett's visage was anachronistic; he had the appearance, Scot-Irish, of a
kid you would expect to see in the 1930s or 40s. He had a large smattering
of brown freckles, almost a dark red, across his small nose and wide
cheeks. Maybe Garrett's shyness was in part a result of being
self-conscious due to the sheer number of freckles he had, I wouldn't know,
but it gave him a unique, and to me, endearing appearance. His fine hair,
in the very same brown to dark red tone as his freckles, fell straight from
the top of his head, parting in the middle. His eyes were mottled blue and
his lids fell heavily, giving Garrett a look that verged on bewilderment.

Now the how and the why part of the story.

After heading downstairs Garrett and I both sat on the same couch in front
of the giant screen and, after scrolling through a few dozen movies, agreed
on watching Garrett's choice of the vampire horror movie mentioned
earlier. The lights were off, setting the appropriate theater atmosphere,
but there was still enough light from the flat screen that you could see
fairly well once your eyes became adjusted to the dim light. Garrett and I
exchanged small talk about the movie and we became more comfortable with
one another, joking around about what we saw on the screen.

We were about a half hour into the movie and, during a suspenseful scene
where the vampire was going to attack someone by surprise for the second or
third time and Garrett decided, as a joke, to attack me at the same time
that the vampire attacked. He jumped the two or three feet across the couch
and grabbed me around the shoulders, then started poking me in the ribs
with his fingers.

"I'm going to suck your blood," Garrett declared, very near my neck.

My nephew alternated between making growling noises and laughing
gleefully. He did surprise me. But my real surprise was more from the
spontaneity with which Garrett acted rather than the attack itself, it
seemed unlike him even though I'd only known him for a couple of days.

I retaliated by grabbing him and gently wrestling him into submission as he
struggled playfully to resist. I ended up with the boy in my lap, my right
arm around his chest and my left arm around his waist. I put my chin,
covered with in the scratchy stubble of my twelve o'clock shadow, against
the smooth skin of the boy's neck.

"Well, now I've got you and I just might suck your blood," I said
affectionately.

"Your beard is scratchy," Garrett complained.

"Well, that's what vampires get when they attack."

I tickled the boy's tummy. Garrett squirmed and laughed, then he relaxed
and leaned back into my chest, tilting his head to rest against my right
cheek.

Hmmm.  This was an interesting development.  I now had a teenage boy in my
lap which, I must say, was quite pleasant. He was warm and, given that his
head lay next my cheek, I could inhale the unique scent of a youthful
teenage male.

I held the boy.  His chest was thin and bony; his tummy soft.  He was warm,
warmest where his bottom rested in my lap.  I responded, languidly,
inevitably.  I thought of moving Garrett off onto the couch, but the boy
seemed to reposition himself with my slightest movement.  I gave myself to
the sublime pleasure.  Minutes passed.  The boy spoke ...

This is where we came in.

Garrett gave a nervous giggle at my noting the cause and effect of his
bottom and my semi-erect state.  I decided to see if my nephew shared a
similar one.  Delicately, I slid my hand slowly downward from the boy's
belly.

Garrett held his breath.

My hand touched the tip of a something hard poking forward from the boy's
sweatpants.  Garrett let out a light gasp.  I touched my lips to his ear.

"Do you want it?" I whispered.

A hesitation.  A barely audible, "Y-y-yes."

I lowered my chin and kissed the boy's neck. Garrett nuzzled to my cheek
with a desperate sigh.  I embraced him more tightly.  Our passion flamed
out of control with each movement between us.

Leaning back, I lifted the boy just enough to erratically slide the boy's
cotton sweats and jockeys down to his thighs.  I reached to undo my snap
and unzip, the boy never far from my lap.  Somehow, I managed to lower my
jeans. As my freed cock swung to and fro over Garrett's naked rear, he
moaned at the sensation of my lengthening member brushing the cheeks of his
bare ass.

Nipping at the delicate flesh as I kissed the boy's neck and shoulder, I
slid my right hand upward, pushing Garrett's t-shirt higher to caress a
boyish nipple. Garrett moaned inarticulately.

Reaching down, I found the boy's cock.  As I grasped the thin stick,
turgidly erect, Garrett let out a loud groan.

"Nnngghh!"

His hips rose, thighs taut.  His teenage rod jerked in my fingers,
ejaculating watery jets up onto his belly again and again.

Mad with passion, I reached for the slippery fluid, scooping it onto the
fingers of my left hand.  I pulled the delirious boy higher and reached
down to smear my shaft with the freshly discharged nectar.  Easing my thumb
between the smooth cheeks of Garrett's buttocks, I touched the boy's hole.

Garrett moaned and writhed, his focus no longer his penis.  He knew he was
going to be taken by a man.  He tensed, anxious at what was imminent.

"I want you," I whispered passionately.

With my breathy declaration, I pressed my thumb firmly over the boy's
creamy pucker, massaging his anus.

"Ohhh!  Ohh!"

He wanted.  He desired.  Yielding to my insistence, I felt him open to me.

"Nnggh ... ngghh ..."

I slid the boy higher on my chest.  I settled my slick cock between the
boy's buttocks.  I put my dripping glans to the twitching entrance.

"Let it slide in."

My cockhead lodged against the dilating ring.  The heat of it sent a surge
of lust running through me.

"Relax," I instructed, assuring my nephew.

I felt for Garrett's now floppy cock.  I brushed his hairless scrotum.

"Mmm ... uhh ... uhh ..."

I caressed and stroked his penis, the pleasure a comfort to the boy as he
yielded.  Almost there.

"Take it, Garrett.  Take my cock."

The head slid home.

"Uh ...  Uhh! ... uhh ... uhh ..."

I halted my advance for a moment.  Garrett panted.

"You can do it."

With this encouragement I pushed forward.

"Inngh ... Innghh ... Innghh ..."

My cock slid in inexorably.  As it did, Garrett hardened in my hand.

"Innh ... Uhh ... Unnhh ... "

The heat of the boy, his lust, I was ready to explode.  My testicles
tightened.

As the middle, the thickest part, of my shaft pushed beyond the boy's fully
stretched ring, my ramrod immediately slid in to the hilt, completely
filling the boy's rectum.

"Uhhnnghh!" Garret groaned deeply.

My swollen glans had hit my nephew's prostate.  He ejaculated immediately.

His erection pulsed frantically in my fingers, his anus contracted strongly
about my rampant phallus.

"Innhh!  Innhh!  Innhh!"

His high-pitched moans, the writhing, the throbbing heat surrounding my
cock - I couldn't hold back.

"G-guh-gunghnngh!"

Searing painful pleasure had me clutching the boy to me as I emptied my
seed.  We were united in waves of sheer ecstasy.

Eventually, we gasped our way down from the heights of heaven, our bodies'
tension ebbing.  Garrett and I lay limp, panting and sweating on the
basement couch.  We both shared an intimate awareness, the exquisite
sensations of my shaft slowly sliding free of Garrett's bottom.

I turned the freckled boy to me and kissed his lips in reverence.  I held
him tightly.  Our hearts beat.  Nothing could be said, only felt.

After this transcendent interlude, reality made its demands.

I pulled the boy's pants up.  Garrett's mouth made an "O" of surprise as
the fabric intruded betwixt the tender cleft of his just-used ass. I knew
he would be sticky until tomorrow's shower and sore for longer than that.

I pushed Garret to his feet.  He looked to my crotch.  I stood and, looking
to the boy, tucked myself away.  We smiled at one another, at having
shared; he at having had and me at having given, my cock.

"You better get to bed now," I advised my nephew, "You have to get up early
tomorrow for church."

I embraced the boy again before sending him off.  I turned the television
off and sat for a short while contemplating the profound and mundane.

_____________________


It was hard for me, no pun intended, during the remaining day and a half
before I left; whenever my nephew was in the same room, I was fighting not
to stiffen and my briefs stayed wet and sticky from my pre-come.  For
Garrett it was even worse, he seemed to be walking around in a constant
state of total erection much to his embarrassment.

My sister-in-law made me promise to visit again and I agreed.  We all
shared embraces before my brother drove me to the airport.



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