Date: Mon, 05 Jun 2006 07:56:25 -0600 From: Jack Glover <jglover48@usa.net> Subject: adopted-nephew-2.txt From browsing the Internet, my nephew Scott 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. Scott and I had a brainstorming session about how we could get into some kinky activities together. I proposed that we build a sexual play house in the basement. He agreed with great enthusiasm and made many suggestions as to design and equipment to be installed. It took the contractors about three months to complete the job. I paid them double so that they wouldn't turn us into the local government by applying for permits for the plumbing and electrical work. We called it The Dungeon. It was our pride and joy. The walls and ceiling were painted flat black. There was an elaborate lighting system, the light levels all adjustable from the central control panel -- which also controlled three videocams, strategically placed to record any action. A double shower stall had been installed under the cellar stairs. A height-adjustable leather sling hung from ceiling hooks. There was a seven foot wooden cross against the wall with hand and ankle restraints. To the right of the cross was a large television screen to show whatever the cameras were picking up and to screen the edited tapes. Free-standing fixtures included a doctor's examining table, next to which was a proctologist's table for the administration of high colonic and local enemas. A few feet below the two medical tables were two single beds, their mattresses covered with rubber sheets and plastic inflatable pillows. There was a large double sink against the long wall, above which was a peg board holding a large collection of sex toys, torture implements, and enema equipment. A small refrigerator for beer and snacks stood next to the sink. The cement floor had been dug up and relaid with slightly sloping sides and a central drain, designed to be useful when water sports got messy. "Scott, why don't we try out our new sex play room on one of your classmates. Do you have any sissy boys in the eighth grade?" "Yeah, Unc. There's this swishy sissy who's always trying to cruise me. He's an only child, his name is Brent Oglethorpe and his family is rich. His parents are jet setters and hardly pay any attention to him. He still lives with the nanny that raised him. His gay mannerisms are too much. Sometimes I think he wears lip gloss. "What would be a good time to invite him over?" "This week, on Tuesday, I'll invite him home with me after school. He only lives about two miles away from here. I'm sure he'll be thrilled if I show any interest in him." "Good plan! I'll have things ready for him in The Dungeon." ************ "Brent, this is my Uncle Adam. Unc, this is Brent." "Hi, Brent," I said, taking in his longish dirty blond hair, his wet lips, his raised shirt collar and his wasp waist. He was wearing light colored trousers with a metallic thread running through them and platform sandals. At least he didn't have long fingernails. "Pleased to meet you, Sir." Shaking hands with him was like being handed a dead fish. "Did you bicycle over here wearing those sandals?" "Oh, no, Sir," he simpered. "Scott came to over to my house after school and my driver, Haskins, dropped us off." "Scott often speaks of his eighth grade teacher, Mrs. McWilliams. Are you in his class?" "No," he breathed, "I'm in the other eighth grade section taught by Mr. Donovan." "Do you like him?" "Oh, YES." "Do you play any sports?" "Uh, no and I'm excused from PE because of my heart murmur." "I see. Come sit with us on the couch." We all moved over to the leather couch and Brent sat between us. My nephew and I each sat turned facing toward the middle so that we could concentrate on our guest. "Are you thirsty, Brent? Would you like water, soda, or a beer?" "Oh, could I really have a beer? That would be super." "Scotty, honey. Go get us three Rolling Rocks." As my nephew went into the kitchen I gave Brent's bicep a slight squeeze. He smiled, moved closer, and his slightly bloodshot eyes locked with mine. It felt like a cruise. When Scott returned with the long-necked green bottles we clinked them together and each had a pull. While Scott and I touched our lips to the up-tilted bottles in the usual way, Brent put the neck of the bottle in his mouth actually went down on it. Scotty and I rolled our eyes at each other. Brent sputtered, belched slightly and wiped his watering eyes. "Are you sure you've had a beer before, Brent?" asked my nephew. "Yeah, lots of times, but usually out of a glass or a can. My preferred drink is really white wine." "We'll have some of that with supper," I said. "Oh, you're inviting me to dinner? Thank you very much." "Well, let us give you the tour. Scott and I are very proud of our new rec room. Bring your beer with you, but first, kick off your sandals. You can walk around safely in your white socks." "OK, I'd like to see it. Scott said I'd be surprised at some of the features, but he wouldn't give me any details." "Yes, we think you'll be impressed. Follow us into the kitchen." As I opened the cellar door I said, "Take hold of Scotty's hand going down the stairs. I'll go ahead and turn on the lights." As we got to the bottom of the stairs I touched the switch that would bring up the automated light show. I heard Brent gasp and saw him clutch his free hand to his throat as the lights gradually came up and he began to take in the kinky panorama. "Brent, you can let go of my hand now. What do you think of our sexual play room?" asked Scott. "Wow, it's awesome. I want to try everything!" "Well, that would take quite a while. First let's take our clothes off and hang them over there," I said, pointing to a hanger rack underneath the stairs. We walked over to the rack area and all started to disrobe. Scott looked as attractive as ever in the nude. We watched Brent's soft, pulchritudinous body as it was revealed and licked our lips. His narrow waist accentuated his bubble butt. When he caught sight of my erecting package his eyes opened wide and he blurted out, "Oh my, Sir. You really are HUNG!" Then the compulsive, cock sucking sissy dropped to her knees and went down on me! "Well, we're off to a good start," said Scott as the head bobbing started to get good to me. I pulled Brent off my dick, thanked him and said I didn't want to get off that fast. So, she turned around and went down on Scott. Bound and determined to show her expertise at giving head she refused to let him loose until four minutes later he ejaculated several ropes of cum down her throat. "Oh, man! If I knew you were that good a cock sucker I would have had you over before this." Brent smiled and stood up and pulled us both over towards the enema bed. "I haven't douched since six a.m. this morning, so could you guys give me a local?" "Sure thing, Slut Boy," I said, as we helped her to lie down in the padded colonic irrigation bed. "Finger a little lube into her, Scott, and give her a kiss while I fill the hot water bottle." When he had finished I slipped the white nozzle into her ass and released the valve, giving her a good wet snog while the hot fluid was running into her. When she was full I pulled out the tube, massaged her belly gently above her stiff four and one-half inches and then said, "Let her rip!" Since the evacuated water was clear we didn't have to repeat. After being wiped, Brent jumped up and said, "I want you to bind me to the cross by my hands and feet and then both screw me standing up. Scott, you do me first. I want to end up with something bigger." "My, aren't you the little blaspheming vixen, though?" I said, "desecrating the cross and all." "Yes, I want to be wicked." We splayed her on the cross and attached the wrist and ankle restraints. Then Scott got behind her, lubed up and sank his shaft into her hungry hole with one swift movement. "Ow ow ow, that's just right," Brent cried, as Scott commenced his rhythm of heavy fucking. I started the video camera from the remote control panel and lubed myself up for sloppy seconds. Scott took a good eight minutes to achieve his second climax. Since it was my first orgasm of the day, it only took me three minutes, but I made an effort to keep hitting her prostate and she came without her dick being touched. After I pulled out Scott and I stood back and watched the two loads of sperm trickle out of her ass and down her legs. That would be the delayed money shot on video. It was a good christening for our sex dungeon.