Date: Fri, 25 May 2001 14:20:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Richard Parker <shy_n_gay@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Little Uncle

Okay if you've read these stories before you know the drill. But just in
case...You shouldn't (maybe even be against the law for you to) read this
if you are under 18-21 depending on what the laws are where you live. If
sex between young males offends you than you should go to a whole other
section of this site! And if sex between people who are related isn't your
thing...You guessed it...DON'T READ THIS! Also you should know,  this is
not just an erotic story. It's also no a quick read. So if you're just
looking for a quick way to get off, you may want to check some other
stories that are short and to the point! Nothing wrong with wanting to get
off quick, but some other time when you're not ready to explode, and in the
mode for something erotic, but also a good story, stop back here and check
this one out. Oh, and I know how some people are about fiction, so I should
warn you, it is a fictional stroy. I hope you all like it. My e-mail
address will be at the bottom, let me know what you think!


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My Little Uncle


Uncles are older guys in their 30s or 40 right? Well, not my uncle! To
understand you have understand my family. My mother was pretty young when
she got pregnant with me. Her and my dad married about a month after I was
born. When I was three, about to turn four, my mother got pregnant again
and had my little brother. My grandparents lived near us. I have an uncle
who's a lot older than my sister, and an older cousin Nick. My mother and
my uncle were the only kids my grandparents had and everyone just assumed
that's the way it would always be. It wasn't!! 8 months before my little
brother's first birthday, my mother sat me down and told me there was
something she had to explain to me. To a child there's a lot of things you
don't understand. One of them is that your parents were once children
too. My mother explained to me that my grandmother was her mother and my
grandfather was her father. I just said "oh" and then she said she wanted
me to know that grandparents are parents and the reason she wanted me to
know that they were parents was because they were about to become parents
again! She said my grandmother was pregnant the way she had been before my
little brother came and that the same thing would happen with my
grandmother. She explained that the baby would be my uncle as well as Joey,
and cousin Nick's. I don't know how much I really understood. After all I
was only 4, but I just nodded and pretended it was all clear.

Then one month and 2 weeks after Joey's first birthday, my baby uncle,
Shawn was born! I was happy and was proud that I was the only kid in my
class with a "little uncle". But things didn't stay that way. About a year
later my grandfather walked out on my grandmother. When I asked why he left
her, no one would give me a really solid answer so I left it alone. She was
out of work because she left her teaching job while she was pregnant and
she wanted to wait for a couple of years to go back. Since they thought she
wasn't coming back they hired someone else and now she could not come back.
She was forced to live with us. We have a fairly large home with large
rooms and a good amount of space, but with all of us living together it
didn't feel that way at all! I was fortunate enough to get my own room and
the boys bunked with each other. My little brother and Shawn played
together a lot and became more like brothers than uncle and nephew! Back
then our house had a guest room and my grandmother got that room.

We lived together as one big family for about two years. In that time the
boys grew. And tormenting me seemed to be their mission in life. They broke
anything I owned. Bit me, kicked me, throw rocks at me, and tons of other
stuff. I was the imaginary bad guy for them to fight. Every cartoon or
super hero show they'd watch, who ever the villain was that's who they
pretended I was and they beat me like you wouldn't believe! They were young
and small but because I was older and if I fought back than I was seen as a
bully and my parents and grandmother acted as if I was the meanest person
on earth if I just told them to stop and went in another room or
something. I grew to hate them! And Shawn was an absolute brat! He was
often the one who started the attack on me. Through those years I carried
around busies, teeth marks, and bumps on the head all the time! And
everyone let them get away with it! If they had beaten me to near death
with a stick and then gotten a splinter from the wood, I would have been
the bad guy because they got hurt!

After two years together my grandmother found a teaching job. The problem
was, it was in another state. Not a close state either!  We all said our
goodbyes and she and Shawn got in the car and left. Joey and Shawn waved at
each other with tears streaming down their little baby faces. I was glad to
see Shawn go after all the torture he had put me through. But in that
moment I felt sorry for him and my brother. A few nights later I was
walking past Joey's room and could hear him sobbing. I walked in and sat
with him on his bed. He got up and wrapped his arms around me. I did the
same and held him so tight I'm sure he could barely breath. It felt so good
to hold my little brother. I asked if he wanted to sleep in my room. He
nodded his head yes and it was the start of a new relationship with him.
After a while he just moved all his stuff in my room. Mom and dad turned
his room into an office and I ended up exchanging my king sized bed for two
small beds. But I may as well have kept the other bed because Joey hardly
ever used his bed. We became close again. I went from hating him to
thinking of him as my little brother again. A brother that I cared for a
lot. When we were still pretty young we took baths together. It was
innocent but we did often touch each other's "things". We were never shy
about changing or being nude in front of each other and over time he
changed from a fat little baby to a really cute and thin little boy.

When I was 13 and he was 9 I really liked looking at him and other boys.
Seeing him without his shirt, or naked made my little boy-cock get really
hard. I loved that feeling. He was about 4 feet tall, had light brown hair,
green eyes, and a smooth little body! It wasn't muscular, but it was flat
and smooth. That was fine with me! I liked that it wasn't muscular it was
that little boy body that I liked so much. His face was like a little
angel.  So cute and boyish. And when he smiled you had to smile with him.
But I did not dare try anything with him. He was my brother, I felt guilty
for even thinking of him like that. But when he lay next to me in my bed at
night in just his underwear, it wasn't easy! I had to battle with myself
not to take his hand and stick it down my shorts!

I wasn't bad either! I was about a foot taller than Joey, but I still
looked really boyish. It was a mixed blessing. I was attracted to boyish
faces and smooth bodies, but would anyone else be?  I was still pretty much
hairless. I had a little muscle, but it wasn't much. A little definition,
but again, not much. I guess I wasn't too bad for my age. That muscular
look isn't too bad as long as it's not over exaggerated. That's how I
looked. It wasn't over exaggerated but there was enough there to make me
happy. My face was very boyish and I really liked that. If other people
weren't attracted to it, screw 'em! I hoped I would always look cute and
boyish.

One day I heard my mother on the phone. She began to cry and I heard her
ask "The doctors are sure it's cancer?". I knew this was bad. But who was
she talking about? I listed from across the room.

"Oh of course he can stay here while you get treated." I heard my mom
say. "But why can't Peter watch him?"

My uncle Peter? What did he have to do with this? Was his wife sick? Was it
cousin Nick mom was talking about who could stay with us? But if that was
the case why couldn't uncle Peter watch him? He was his father? And
besides, Nick had a birthday coming up soon and he would be 17! Still, I
hoped it was him. I liked Nick. I think all the guys in are family must
just have an overactive cute gene somewhere! Nick is amazing! He's cute as
I said, and his body is more muscular than mine, but again, not over
exaggerated. He was a typical build for a basket ball player. You know,
tall, a little muscular but at the same time pretty thin. And he was
smooth! I never saw a boy as old as him have so little hair! There was
some. That typical little trail going from the belly button to the pubic
area. His legs were kind of hairy but not like most guys. Me, Nick, and
Joey had a blast while he was around! He was a goof and loved playing
around. I really hoped Nick was coming to stay, but I knew that didn't make
sense. A 17 year old doesn't need someone to watch him!

"You think Nick was mean to him the last time he stayed with Peter?" My mom
asked the person on the phone.

There went the possibility of Nick!  Mom was saying this person should stay
with uncle Peter. But if it wasn't Nick, the only other young male family
member we had was... No! It couldn't be! Could it? Oh no not...

"Shawn is always welcome here mom." My mother said.

"Noooooo!" I screamed in my mind. I hadn't seen him since that day my
grandmother drove off with him. Then I remembered my grandmother. She was
the one who was sick! I quietly walked into the kitchen and sat down. This
was an unexpected blow! I hadn't seen my grandmother in years. There were
no phone calls, no letters, NOTHING in all that time. But I still
remembered her and still loved her. I didn't want her to be sick or to
die. I decided to keep my mouth shut about Nick. I'd just have to put up
with him...somehow!

A few days later my mom sat us down and told us what I already knew. Shawn
was coming to live with us while my grandmother was treated.

"Why can't he stay with uncle Peter?" I asked, trying to find out more
about what my grandmother said. "He lives closer to them than we do."

"Mom's had problems before. He stayed at Peter's house when mom had an
operation. Mom said she thinks that Nick might have mistreated him because
Shawn came home acting funny and his arm was hurt but he wouldn't say how
it got hurt." My mom explained

"That's bull!" I yelled. "The little brat was probably beating the hell out
of him like he did to me when he was little and Nick fought back!"

So much for keeping my mouth shut!

"Richard, you watch you're mouth!" My mom yelled.

"No, I know what it feels like when people think you're a big bully just
because you don't take a beating from a little brat!" I yelled.

"A boy who's nearly 17 years old has no business hurting a 9 year old no
matter what he was doing to him!" My mom yelled. "And we don't even know
for sure what happened. Mom just doesn't want to take a chance. Maybe the
boys were just playing and got really rough or something, but he's a lot
older and a lot stronger than Shawn and playing around can end up hurting
Shawn if Nick doesn't know his own strength."

"I've seen you boys wrestle around and sometimes you get hurt and you're
only 4 years apart! Imagine a boy who's nearly 8 years older than you
throwing you around! And even if the other boy gets hurt, he's a boy! He
wouldn't admit it! And the other boy, being a boy, hits ten times harder
trying to make him admit it hurts!" My mom said in a matter of fact kind of
tone.

I had to smile at her comments. She described perfectly how boys are. Me
and my little brother did that all the time. But I knew Nick, I didn't like
people accusing him of being a mean guy. He did wrestle with us, but he was
always really carful and I never got hurt. He was the only older kid I ever
knew who gave us the time of day! He would take us to the movies and talked
to us like we were real people, not his bratty little relatives!

"Nick's a good guy mom, he would never do anything bad to anyone on purpose
and I know he's carful when he plays around with kids." I said pleading my
case.

"Well, something happened. For all we know Shawn got hurt doing something
he wasn't supposed to and is afraid of getting in trouble. Or it could be
another kid who lives around there. But whatever it was it happened there
and mom doesn't want it to happen again" My mom said.

I wasn't trying to stop Shawn from coming. It was clear from the start that
he would be coming no matter what I said. I just had to defend my friend.

"And mom said Peter didn't seem too happy about keeping him. She said she
got the feeling he was mad when she asked him last time, but she had no
where to turn." My mother explained to me.

"Why didn't she ask you then?" Joey asked.

"Because me and mom had a fight when she left here. I was mad that she was
leaving us after all that time and after you boys had gotten so close, and
it was like tearing a family apart. But she's really sick and when someone
is that sick you have to let go of it and try to help." My mother said as
tears began to flow down her face.

"It's okay mom, if Shawn has to stay here I won't put up a fight," I said.
"I just don't like people saying bad stuff about Nick."

Mom said she understood and was glad I was willing to try and make it work.
A few days later my dad and Joey drove to the bus station to pick him up. I
was in my room and heard the car pull up. My mom asked if I wanted to come
say "hi" but I told her I didn't want to. After a few minutes I heard the
door open and the laughing and screaming of my little brother and a new
voice. "Little brat." I thought upon hearing him.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. My father entered my room with bags
in each arm. I asked him what he was doing. He said Nick would have to stay
in our room. I asked why and he said that the guest room hadn't been used
in years and it was in really bad shape. It wasn't connected to the rest of
the house. It started out as a tool shed, but then my dad tore down some
walls and added new ones and made it much bigger. The roof had was leaky
and one of the walls had a hole in it from years of neglect. I don't know
what on earth made me think Shawn would be staying our there but it just
didn't hit me that he'd be staying in our room. I asked dad where he would
sleep. He told me for now he and Joey would share a bed and later on he'd
get a king sized bed that the three of us could share till he could get the
guest room fixed, or till Shawn went back home. I started to jump up and
put up a major fight. But then I remembered this was for the family, so I
just said "FINE" with a little attitude. He told me there was no need to be
hateful about it. And pointed out that half the time Joey slept with me
anyway. So the other bed was unused most of time. I had to admit, he had a
point.

Dad left and went down stairs. I decided I would stay up in my room as long
as possible. I began to wonder what the kid was like though. He was
probably a little brut! Probably a little bully with no neck and a face
that looked like it had been in one too many fights. I had my mind all made
about him. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I could tell they were
kid foot steps and I wanted to just hide under the bed. Joey appeared at
the door.

"Why haven't you came down and said hello?" He asked me.

I didn't answer. He looked over his shoulder and told someone to come in. I
knew it was Shawn. I didn't want to see or talk to him but he was coming
in. I was ready to see the little monster. He entered the room and I
blinked a few times thinking I was seeing things! That cute gene had not
skipped him! He was a little shorter than Joey, same slim build, I was sure
his stomach looked the same as Joey's as well. And his face...it was
like... there were two perfect little boy angels standing in front of me!
Shawn was as cute as Joey! He had thick blonde hair that was styled with a
lot on top and nearly shaved on the sides. I thought this look was so cute
on cute boys like him! Everything about him was cute and innocent looking.
But suddenly I remembered that I did not like this kid. I had made up my
mind about him and even though I couldn't have been more wrong about his
looks, I was sure I was right about everything else! I stood up and walked
over to him. I reached out my hand to him.

"Hello, Shawn." I said sort of coldly.

He reached out unsurely and took my hand.

"Hi." He said in a small, shy, kid voice as we shock hands.

He was so cute and seemed so innocent. But I was convened I had to be
strong.  I thought of him as a brat and figured soon the mean little brat I
used to know would come out. It would just be a matter of time.

"Look, let's get some rules down right now!" I said kind of loudly and in a
harsh tone. "You knock before you come in this room, and you don't touch
any of my stuff unless I tell you you can. And, I will never tell you that
you can! And if anything gets broken, I'll break you! You got it?!" I said
hatefully at him.

He looked confused and surprised. He nodded his head yes.

"Richard, why are you being so mean? He didn't do anything to you!" Joey
yelled.

"I'm just laying down the rules so I don't have to be a lot meaner later!"
I said and left the room.

The next few weeks went pretty badly. Shawn did become somewhat of a pest
in my eyes. He was always around and always wrestling with my brother. And
he called me "Ritchie" which no one else did. I hated that name, but it
sounded sort of sweet when he said it. Still it was an excuse to be mean to
him so I told him, in very harsh ways, not to call me that! All in all, he
wasn't the brat who terrorized me as a baby, but I had made up my mind
about him. He broke the rule about knocking and almost caught me jerking
off (something I had just learned how to do) a few times. But the door and
the bed are situated so that you can't see the bed till you open the door
all the way and come in. This gave me time to pull covers over me and
pretend I was napping. I would work my jeans back up under the covers and
then pretend he just woke me up and really yell at him. One rule he didn't
dare break was touching my stuff!

In my room there was a CD player. I loved it more than any other none
living object on earth! I remember how happy I was when I got it. You may
think that because we live in a big house that we're rich. But we're not!
We do well, but the only reason why have a nice home is because my dad
built it slowly over a few years time with help from friends. It was his
dream to move us and mom into a nice big house and he worked on it till he
was able to make that dream come true. Money was tight for a long time and
I had to do without a lot of stuff that other kids my age took for
granted. Dad had a great job when the house was first built and for a few
years after, but then he was layed off in a company down size. When he
managed to get a high paying job the first thing he did was buy me a CD
player! I was so happy and it made him happy too. I could afford other CD
players, but this one was special to me and everyone knew to stay away from
it!

One day Shawn and Joey were playing in my room. Mom had gone to the store
and dad was at work. I was on my bed trying to ignore them. They started
trying to pick each other up and carry each other. Shawn grabbed Joey and
then told me to watch. I didn't get why he kept asking me to watch him do
stuff when he knew I didn't like him. I looked as he began to try and lift
Joey off his feet. He managed to get him a couple of inches off the ground
but then lost his balanced. He kept stepping backwards with Joey still in
his grip. They went back and crashed into the shelf that my CD player was
on. it fell forward and hung by the cord for a second, then the cord came
unplugged and it fell to the floor busting open in front of the boys! My
mouth flew open and I couldn't believe what I just saw! It was totally
destroyed! I jumped up and grabbed a few peaces in my hand. Then I looked
over at Shawn as he stood up. He looked terrified. I looked at him as if I
was saying "YOU"RE DEAD!!!". I took a step toward him and he ran out the
door as fast as he could go!

I walked slowly out the door. I was going to let him hide and just take my
time looking for him. It was sort of like how the killer in a horror movie
doesn't run after his victim, instead he just calmly walks around looking
for them. I knew every second Shawn waited would seem like an eternity and
he's be scared to death the whole time. I wasn't sure what I'd do to him.
But one thing I did know, it'd be something he'd never forget!

Finally I went into my parents room. I'll never forget what I saw. There he
was lying face down on the bed with his pants and underwear pulled down and
his butt sticking up in the air. My father's belt was beside him. I could
hear him sobbing uncontrollably into the pillow. He looked up and saw me
standing there. His face was stained with tears. His face was absolutely
soaked and the tears were still pouring out. He didn't say anything, he
just put his head back into the pillow as if he was waiting for something
to happen. I didn't know what was going on. I walked closer to the bed and
as I looked at his butt, I could see faint scars. Then it hit me, he was
waiting for me to take the belt and spank him with it.

My heart sank and I felt like a monster. I could feel tears of my own
building up. I walked closer to him. I couldn't help but reach my hand out
and touch him on the back. He jumped at the touch, causing me to jump back.

"Shawn, look at me." I said softly.

Shawn turned his head and looked me in the face. I'll never forget the fear
in his eyes. He was shaking and sobbing uncontrollably.

"I...I just...wa..wanted you to like me." He barely got out in his shaky
voice and then put his head back down and began to cry harder than before.

That did it, the tears started rolling down my face and I sat down beside
him on the bed. I pulled him up into my arms and held him tightly. He
sobbed and cried into my chest and I cried along with him.

"Shhhh. It's okay little guy." I said softly. "Everything's gonna be okay."

"You're not going to hit me?" He asked softly, looking up at me with
innocent eyes.

"Of course not." I said softly. "I would never really hurt you. Why would
you even think I was going to?"

"When I stayed with my brother Peter for a little while, if me or Nick did
anything wrong we had to go in his room and get a belt and lay on the bed
with our pants down till he came in to spank us." He said in a low tone.

"Oh my God." I said. "Is that what those scars are on your butt?"

He nodded yes and rested his head on my chest.

"I can't belive uncle Peter does that." I said.

"I thought that's how men punished their children." Shawn said so
innocently.

"No, that's abuse!" I told him. "He had no right to do that to you or
cousin Nick. My dad would never do that, and neither would I. I was REALLY
mad, but I wouldn't never hurt you like that."

Shawn began to cry again. I told him to just let it all out. I ran my hands
up and down his back as he cried. His pants were still down and I touched
his butt, softly tracing my fingers along the scars. Shawn stopped crying
and looked up at me. He brought his head up and kissed me on the lips. I
looked at him in shock. He looked at me with an uneasy look in his eyes. I
could tell he had just reacted and kissed me before he could stop himself.

"Oh man, now I did it!" He said in a scared voice.

He let go of me and tried to get up but his legs were tangled in his pants
and underwear that were still pulled down. I grabbed him by his shirt and
pulled him back to me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean ta..." He started saying, but I kissed him back
before he could finish talking.

I put my tongue up to his closed mouth. He must not have known what a
French kiss was because at first he didn't open his mouth. I wiggled my
tongue around and parted his lips. He got the idea and opened up. I had
never kissed anyone before, much less a boy! A boy I was related to none
the less! But I didn't care. He was so innocent and pitiful. I felt so
horrible for treating him so bad. He had been trying to get my attention
with all that stuff he did. He just wanted me to like him and ended up
destroying something I loved! I thought about how that must have made him
feel. I now saw things the way they truly were. Here was this poor,
innocent, beautiful little boy who just wanted me to notice him and I had
been nothing but cruel to him. I kissed him softly and slowly as if I was
telling him how sorry I was. Finally we broke the kiss and looked at each
other. He still looked scared and unsure of what was happening. I smiled at
him and pulled him close to me.

"It's okay little guy." I said. "It's all gonna be a lot different from now
on." I said softly and then began to kiss him again.

I just lightly touched my lips and stuck my tongue just inside his mouth. I
began to slowly run my hands up and down his back. He shivered with each
touch and all I wanted to do was make him feel safe. I pulled away and just
stared at the beautiful boy in front of me. I whipped away his tears with
my hands.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

He looked at me with a confused look on his face.

"Now I understand why you were showing off and trying to impress me. I've
treated you liked dirt just because of stuff that happened when we were
babies! It was stupid and I can't believe I've been such an ass!" I said to
him.

"You're not mad anymore?" He asked sheepishly.

I smiled at him and kissed him on the forehead.

"No, I'm not mad at you." I said.

"I didn't mean to kiss you, it just sort of happened." He said.

"I'm glad it happened. I loved kissing you." I told him.

He looked up at me and gave me his cute little angel smile. I couldn't
believe I had been so horrible to this innocent little creature.

"Ritchie... I mean, Richard, why did you kiss me back like that?" He asked
softly.

I wasn't sure how to answer this. I blushed and looked at the floor.

"Well..." I started. "It just felt like the right thing to do. You were
scared and I wanted you to know I wasn't going to hurt you."

"Oh." He said, sounding disappointed.

"Why'd you kiss me?" I asked softly.

He stared me for a second as if he was searching his mind. Then he just
shrugged his shoulders and looked down at the floor.

"Hey, it's okay that you kissed me." I said softly and began to stroke his
hair.

He looked at me. I could see there was still a lot of confusion going on
and he wasn't totally sure I wouldn't be mad about the kiss or something
else. I think he was expecting me to go back to being an ass at any
second. Now I knew how I had made him feel all this time waiting for him to
be a brat. I decided to put myself out on the line to show him it was all
okay.

"Look little guy, I wasn't telling you the whole truth before," I said.
"You see it did feel like the right thing to do because you seemed so
vulnerable and so helpless, but I also did it because..." I started.

He looked at me as if he had some idea what I was about to say.

"Because, what?" He asked me.

"Because I think you're really cute and I really wanted to kiss you." I
said softly.

He just stared at me for a while. It looked like he had just been given a
government secret or something. Something that just blew his mind!

"But I'm a boy." He said.

"I know that. You're a really cute boy that I like kissing." I said softly
and slowly

He looked as if he was processing this and it was getting through.
Although, I'm sure he already at least had some idea of what I meant.

"You like boys instead?" He asked innocently, as if I would be mad if he
was wrong.

"Yeah, I like boys." I whispered.

There was silence for a long time. Maybe I had done the wrong thing. Maybe
the kiss was just a reaction of a scared little boy and now he wouldn't
want to be around me. I didn't want to loss my uncle before I really ever
even had him!

"I...I think I'm the same way." He finally said in a broken whisper that I
could barely hear.

I smiled at him in relief. I kissed him on top of his head to reassure
him. He looked up at me and smiled.

"But you're pretty young. How did you get started thinking about all this?"
I asked.

"I was always afraid I didn't feel right. As soon as I found out that two
guys could like each other...Like that...I was afraid I might be like
that." He said. "And I started thinking about guys kissing. I thought about
it a lot and when you were being so nice to me I just did it without
thinking." He explained.

"Well, I'm glad you just did it." I told him. "You know, it was the first
time I've ever kissed someone."

"Me too." He said quietly.

We moved in and kissed again. This time it was just our lips touching and
smacking together.

"Have you ever thought about doing other stuff with guys?" I asked him.

"No, what else is there to do with a guy?" He asked so innocently.

I looked at him and gave him an evil grin. This was going to be a fun
explanation!

"How about I show you?" I asked.

"Okay I guess." He said.

I got up and walked over to the bed room door and shut it. I walked back
over to Shawn who was still laying so that I couldn't see his private
parts. I sat down beside him and began to kiss him again. I used my tongue
this time. Then I began to kiss my way down his neck. He began to breath
hard. I pulled his shirt off which surprised him a little. Then I kissed my
way down. I was right about him. He was built like my brother. He had the
same soft and smooth stomach. I kissed his cute little nipples and teased
them with my tongue. He let out a little sigh. Then I licked and kissed my
way down to his sensitive stomach causing him to jump and moan a little. We
were both in awkward positions with him still hiding his package. I had now
went down as far as I could with things like this. I looked up and him and
then put my hands on each side of him. I began to slowly roll him over.
There was a slight resistance as he was unsure of me seeing his dick. But
then I felt him just relax and I rolled him over. His little cock came into
view pointing straight up in the air. It was about the size of a pinky
finger on a slim adult. His little hairless balls hung down, but not very
far away from his little cock. I barely licked the tip the little rod
causing Shawn to jump from surprise and excitement. I looked up at his face
and smiled. He smiled back as if telling me to do whatever came next. I
took his tiny little pole in in my mouth and he moaned pretty loudly. I had
no trouble getting the tiny tool all the way in my mouth. I began to bob my
head up and down as I had seen in pictures of guys on the net. I could feel
the tiny hard on throb inside my mouth. I sucked harder and harder, making
him moan and breath harder. He wiggled and thrashed around on the bed in
more pleasure than his 9 year old mind had ever known before. He'd probably
never even jerked off, now he was getting a blow job! Suddenly Shawn's
whole body tightened and this little cock jerked inside my mouth and did so
several times. I knew he had just had the same feeling I did when I jerked
off. I had just started shooting white stuff. But I could tell Shawn wasn't
able to do that yet. I let his tiny cock out of my and looked up at him. He
had his eyes closed and was breathing really hard. I just stood there for a
few minutes taking in the sight of the beautiful naked sight in front of
me. I watched his now sweaty chest rise and fall as he took air though his
open mouth. He was so amazing to look at.

He opened his eyes and looked up at me. A huge smile crossed his face. And
I smiled back at him. I climbed into bed beside him and put my arms around
him. He turned and faced me and we kissed again.

"That felt so good Ritchie...I mean..." he started but I interrupted.

"You can call me Ritchie. Deep down I loved it when you called me that." I
told him.

He smiled at me and hugged me so tight I couldn't breath. But I loved being
this close to him.

"Can we do some other stuff like that?" He asked softly.

"Of course we can!" I exclaimed. "But right now Joey probably thinks I
killed you a buried you in the back yard, so we better get back up there
before he comes looking for us."

Shawn smiled and then pulled his pants up. I handed his shirt, but before
he put it on I kissed him up and down his chest one last time. We smiled at
each other and kissed one last time on the lips. He put on his shirt and we
headed out the door. One this was clear, things were going to a lot
different from now on!

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Okay, that was my story. There may be more to come if I get a good
response.  My e-mail address is: shy_n_gay@yahoo.com Let me know what you
think!!