Date: Sat, 20 May 2006 20:58:17 -0600
From: Jack Glover <jglover48@usa.net>
Subject: Adopted Nephew

When my nephew Scott was twelve his mother died. A month after the funeral
I sold my condo in town and moved into the old family mansion to help my
brother Ben raise him. Ben and I were heirs to an old farm machinery
fortune and didn't really need to work. My bedroom was next to the master
bedroom where Ben and Bobbie had slept. She hadn't had any children after
Scott and he had been the center of his parents' attention. He had thrived
on the stimulation, did well in school and was very physically active. He
went in for individual performance sports such as track, swimming and
tennis. Scott loved music and graphic arts like sketching and painting. His
parents had been very demonstrative with him, with a lot of touching,
hugging and kissing. He returned their affection and also showered it on me
whenever we were together.

My brother and his wife had hired a cook/housekeeper soon after he was
born. Her name was Martha and she was a regular family retainer. Her
influence in bringing up Scott was apparent.  She was an educated woman who
had become a widow after only three years of marriage. Her charge loved her
to death and she was the only one allowed to call him Scotty. Martha lived
in a small house on the other side of town and came over every day to
perform her duties. Ben had provided her with a small car so that she could
do the shopping and other errands and drive home at night.

Scott and I had become intimate when he was eleven, when I was asked to
look after him for a week in late June while his parents went on vacation
and Martha went to visit her sister on the coast. Somehow, probably because
of Scott's expressed wishes, he stayed with me at my condo rather than my
moving into the big house with him. When I offered to prepare the guest
room for him he said he preferred to sleep with me in my double bed. Before
bed time the first night he called me into the bathroom to wash his back. I
hadn't seen him in the nude that often, and the sight of his glistening
body sitting in the tub made me catch my breath at his sexual
attractiveness. I noted the sparse hairs that were beginning to sprout
under his arms and above his dick.

When he saw me, a loufa in my hand, crouching beside the tub with my dick
progressively tenting out my pyjama bottoms he smiled coquettishly and
asked if I needed help in relieving my condition. I declined, but some time
after we had gone to bed I awoke to find him stroking my penis to full
erection, followed by his diving under the covers and engulfing as much of
it as he could in his preteen mouth. After he'd bobbed his head up and down
on it a few times I tried to pull him off me.

"Scott, you shouldn't be doing that."

"But I know you like it, Uncle Adam -- in fact, you NEED it." My resistance
melted and I lay back and let him have his way with me. I warned him when I
felt my ejaculation approaching, but he simply stroked and sucked me harder
until he choked on my considerable discharge. He recovered and swallowed
most of it, then climbed on top of me with a mischievous smile on his face
and tongued some of my semen into my mouth.

"You little scamp! Now you lie down and I'm gonna GET you. I'm going to
give you THE TREATMENT."

"Whaddaya mean, Unc?" Scott giggled, throwing off the covers and lying down
on his back. I circled my thumb and forefinger below his glans and started
gently moving his foreskin up and down as his dick enlarged to its then
maximum four inches. I licked and sucked his nipples as I stroked his meat
harder. When I reached my left hand under his butt and gently probed his
winker he started to writhe and whimper. Then I moved down his body and
swallowed his boy meat into my mouth. After only two minutes of my vigorous
sucking I heard him cry out and his body went rigid, then trembled all
over. Re-applying the same stimulation brought forth two more paroxysms.

"Oh, my GAWD, Unc, what did you do? What happened to me?"

"That, my love, was a multiple dry orgasm."

"Oh, WOW. When will I be able to shoot sperm?"

"Well, judging from the hair appearing under you arms and over your dick,
any day now."

From that point on we didn't wear any clothes in the house. At his
insistence, I taught him how to take an enema. Then he asked me to stretch
his opening with a succession of lubed fingers. On the fourth night he
cajoled me into taking his cherry and screwing his beautiful butt. This led
to four walloping dry orgasms on his part.

"That was great, Unc, I'm hooked. I love it when you fuck my ass and make
me have the feeling over and over."

"You know, Scott, when you start shooting sperm you won't be able to have
multiple orgasms any more."

"Oh, yeah? Well until then I want as many multiples as I can have."

The next evening we went by the mansion to check on things and pick up the
mail. Somehow we ended up in the master bedroom and he talked me out of my
clothes. Of course, his were off in a flash. Turned out he had prepped
himself at home and soon was lying on his back with his legs in the
air. When I saw the vertical slit of his asshole glistening with lube I was
irresistibly drawn to him and started a slow fuck that I wanted to stretch
out for at least half an hour. After ten minutes he insisted on turning
over and wanted to be done doggy style. While buggering him from behind,
something marvelous happened. As I rubbed by his prostate with each inward
thrust his excitement mounted to a fever pitch and he ejaculated a teaspoon
full of semen onto the duvet.

"That felt different, Unc -- stop, stop. Hey, I had my first wet
one. Yippee! Now I'm a man." We inspected the small puddle, dipped our
fingers in it and tasted it -- the real thing. Then realizing I hadn't
gotten off, he said, "Adam, get on your back. I'm going to sit up and down
on your dick until you blast inside me." We got in position and he rode me
to my climax with a happy smile on his face, his dick oozing after-come
precum.

"You're precocious, you know. A lot of boys don't start shooting until
they're twelve or thirteen."

"Yeah, it must be all the extra stimulation you've been giving me, Unc. It
made me develop faster.  Thank you very much!"

We took a shower together with a lot of caressing and kissing, but we were
sexually drained. Then we stripped the soiled duvet off the bed and Scott
put it in the washing machine. He put in the soap and turned it on. We
dressed, locked up the house and went back to my condominium. We would come
back and run the duvet through the dryer the next day.

When the week was up Scott's parents and Martha returned from their
separate trips and life returned to normal except that Scott would now call
me on his cell phone to say good night a few minutes before he planned to
turn in. There were always plenty of whispered endearments between
us. Bobbie was diagnosed with cancer of the uterus a month later. She
passed before Thanksgiving. We were all distraught, but Ben took it so hard
that Scott thought it best to comfort his father by sleeping with him most
every night. Scott had got into the habit of sleeping nude with me during
our week alone, and Ben soon followed his example.

My theory is that Scott seduced his father, but he would never admit it. He
just said that 'one thing led to another'. Yeah, right! Probably Scott
douched and squirted KY into his love canal one night, joined his sleeping
father in bed and later backed up on his erection and pulled it into
himself. By the time sex starved Ben realized he had just shot his sperm
into his own son's ass it was too late and he figured he might as well go
for broke. So father and son became full lovers, doing with each other
everything that gay men can do. Scott did say that the first time he showed
his father he could ejaculate at age twelve Ben was very impressed. Scott
coached him in oral, and when he screwed his father for the first time, hit
his prostate and got him off without touching his dick, Ben was a goner and
stopped thinking about pussy altogether. Being on the other side of the
wall meant I would often hear them getting it on. It would get me hard and
make me wish it was me having sex with my beautiful hot nephew. Ejaculating
into my terry cloth cum rag would prevent the evidence from catching
Martha's eye when she laundered my sheets. Good thing she wasn't a sleep-in
maid. I wonder if those two even worried about it.


Then tragedy struck again when Ben was killed by a drunk who ran a stop
sign and hit him broadside, caving in the driver's door. After the funeral
the lawyer had me sign adoption papers making me Scott's legal
guardian. Since I was the boy's uncle there were no complications. I now
had to comfort my nephew in his grief, so it only seemed proper for me to
move into the master bedroom with him. He demanded a lot of comforting, or
should we call it 'sexual healing'. He had trouble falling asleep unless we
were touching each other, and often it was a carnal touch: my dick in his
ass or his dick in mine. Martha was a great help to us and treated us both
as her sons.

I turned my old bedroom into a PC room for Scott and got him a
state-of-the-art set-up. As I familiarized him with the information
resources of the Internet (Nifty, Just-Us-Boys, etc.) he developed an
interest in the kinkier aspects of gay sex and wanted to try them out with
me. Hell, I was more than willing. I was in boy lover's heaven.