Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2007 16:41:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Wolf <pdxwolf@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Nephew Gary - 01

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Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic
sexual language and actions between adults and minors.
 If material of this nature offends you,
PLEASE do not read any further. Please note that you
must be of legal age, where you live, to read this
story. This is a work of fiction and any similarity
between real people or events is purely coincidental.

My Nephew Gary

Chapter One

I was late getting home.  The rain was coming down in
sheets turning the familiar roads into dark black
rivers.  My nephew was coming to stay for few weeks.
The anticipation made me both nervous and excited.  I
was happy that I could do this for my brother Charles.
 He and his new wife Christi were leaving for their
honeymoon today and Gary would be at the house soon.
To tell the truth, my brother's new wife wasn't my
favorite person.  I thought their marriage was to soon
after Victoria's passing.  Charles met Christi at the
funeral and less than six months later, they were
married.  My suspicious nature always assumed Christi
targeted my brother from the moment Victoria's heart
stopped beating.  I know deep down it wasn't true, but
if there were ever a proverbial evil step-mother,
Christi would be her.

Yet many of Charles' friends saw her as an angle come
to save my brother.  She never left his side through
the weeks of mourning and grief following Victoria's
death.  But even though many saw her as a saint, I
think my view of her was tainted by the way she
treated Gary.  It seemed evident to me, that neither
Christi, nor Charles, spent much time comforting my
nephew's feelings of loss.  Victoria was a devoted
mother providing unwavering support to her husband and
son.  She had an intuitive knack for knowing when it
was time to interfere for the good of her son and when
to let him grow into a man.  During their marriage,
Charles let Victoria handle most of the parenting of
Gary and maybe that is why he didn't see the needs of
his son now.  Yet, it was easier for me to find fault
with Christi when it came to Gary than with my
brother.

Over the last several months, Gray had come to visit
me regularly.  Usually to escape the pre-wedding
hoopla but also out of a need to talk about his
mother.  A conversation not readily excepted by his
new step-mother or Charles for that matter.  Luckily,
I lived a few short miles from my brother in the
suburbs of Seattle.  It made an easy commute for Gary
by bike or bus.  As soon as he arrived at my door, he
would begin telling me everything going on in his
life.  He would complain about his teachers, bitch
about the unyielding discipline of his football coach
and generally unload his troubles.  Most of his tough
guy attitude was for show and provided for my benefit.
 I think he was trying to make me believe he was all
grown up now.  I knew their were deep feelings he
wanted to talk about but he never seemed willing to
bring them up.  I shared his mother's intuition and
didn't push him respecting his need to privacy.

Despite all his bitching about school, Gary was a good
student and loved football more than life.  He started
back in junior high never missing a single practice.
Now, he was a varsity center in his senior year with
college scouts calling non-stop.  Finally, in the
beginning of November, Gary decided to accept a full
scholarship to University of Washington.  He had
multiple offers from major universities but the recent
loss of his mother made him choose something closer to
home.

During his long visits, he would eventually bring up
memories of Victoria.  Without directly saying so, it
was obvious to me Gary was still grieving and having a
hard time excepting his father's new found happiness.
Charles was always supportive of Gary in everything
but it was his mother that supplied the communication
that kept their family whole.  In some ways, I felt
like I was filling that gap allowing both Gary and
Charles to communicate through me.

Being a "confirmed bachelor," Charles' family was like
my own.  I attended every football game, wrestling
match and track meet Gary had.  I was there for
holidays, birthdays and all other special occasions.
Gary saw me as a second father and maybe a second
mother, even more so over the last several months.  My
heart went out to my nephew and told myself I would do
whatever I could to make this special young man happy
once more.

The day Charles asked if Gary could stay with me while
he and his new bride cruised the Caribbean, I was more
than happy to except.  Over the last couple of weeks,
Gary had been bringing over some of his personal items
in anticipation for his month long stay.  I had two
guest rooms but since his mother's death, Gary claimed
one as his own.  Tonight, he was bringing over the
last suit case for his stay.  Though, I would swear
most of his clothes were already here.  I left work
early, wanting to be home before Gary arrived and to
prepare dinner in advance.  During November in
Seattle, lots of rain is one thing you could always
count on.  The other thing you can count on are the
idiots which cause accidents on the roads.

Gary was to arrive at 5:00pm and though my intentions
were good, I pulled didn't pull up to the garage until
5:15pm.  He was already standing by the door, drenched
from head to toe.  He followed my car into the garage
dripping at my car door as I got out.  "I am so sorry.
 I meant to be here an hour ago" I said as apologetic
as I could.  "That's OK, Uncle Mike.  I actually got
here a while ago.  I just needed to get out of the
house.  You know how it is over there."  "Well, come
on in before you catch you death" I said taking on the
role of second mother.

I shut the car door walking into laundry room just off
the garage.  "Here, take off your wet clothes while I
start you a hot bath."  Gary set his suitcase down as
he started to  peel off his wet skin tight clothing.
He was wearing a hooded sweatshirt with no jacket, so
every layer of clothing was soaked thoroughly.  "What
is it about kids today?" I thought to myself sounding
like an old man.  But actually, I was just ten years
older than Gary.  Charles and I were born a good deal
a part from each other.  Obviously an accident by my
parents who often referred to me as their special
surprise son.  Not knowing I was gay always made me
giggle when they used the word `special'.

Gary was wasting no time stripping down to his bare
skin in record time.  As much as I wanted to watch the
whole show, I pulled myself away to start his bath
water.  I was fully expecting Gary to come upstairs in
shorts or sweats but was delighted when he stood at
the door buck naked.  It was almost impossible for me
to tear my eyes away from his perfectly sculpted body
as he stood there waiting for me to speak.  I managed
to squeak out "The water is almost ready."  My voice
cracking like an awkward adolescent.  I got up from
the edge of the tub saying "I'll go down and start
dinner."  Gary blocked my path asking "Couldn't you
stay and talk for a while?  I can help you with dinner
later."  "Sure" I said sitting back down knowing he
must need the company.

I felt guilty gawking at his seventeen year old body
when all he wanted was to be consoled about his dad's
departure.  As he walked by me stepping into the tub,
I watched intently as his muscular bronzed form
paraded before my eyes.  Gary had changed clothes in
front of me numerous times but until now, I had never
seen him completely naked.  He was a big boy standing
well over six feet with bulging muscles covering every
inch of his massive body.  He looked almost hairless
as his fine blond body hair tried unsuccessfully to
cover his most private regions.  I tried my best not
to stare as the boy bent down to shut off the water.
His hard round butt sent an instant shockwave through
my envious cock.  The muscles of his amazing ass
flexed erotically as he swished the water back and
forth with is hands.  "The waters just right" he said
lowering himself slowly into the warm soothing water.
"It's a good thing I have a big Jacuzzi tub" I thought
to myself.  "I don't think this boy could fit in a
regular one."

Gary spent a few minutes getting used to the
tempreture before slumping down under the water.  With
his head submerged, I again shamelessly looked over
this lightly tanned hunk.  His massive chest protruded
above the waters surface like a mountain rising from
the ocean.  His long legs were crossed Indian style
allowing the rest of him to stay under the water
making his body shimmer as if in a dream.  He rinsed
his short cut hair creating waves which crashed into
impressive groin.  The warm water had worked its magic
on his manhood, thickening his impressive soft five
inches as it flopped against waves.  My mouth began to
drool as I could only imagine how big that monster
must be pumped with blood to full hardness.  I
mentally restrained my hands from cupping his large
egg shaped balls which floated seductively between his
legs.  They could easily keep his massive cock cumming
all night as he fucked some bimbo of a cheerleader.
"What a waste" I said to myself.

Gary pulled his head back out of the water as I
quickly shifted my gaze.  I looked into his face which
was not a disappointment either.  He was blessed by
the gods with both rugged handsomeness and boyish good
looks.  Gary looked at me asking "How was your day,
Uncle Mike?"  Gathering my wits, I replied "You know,
same old routine.  How about you?"  He blinked his
baby blue eyes answering "It was OK.  I am glad
football is over but now I have a lot of extra time I
don't know what to do with."  He splashed water on to
his face letting the drops slide down his flawless
complexion.  "I've been spending more time at the gym,
just for something to do."  He stood flexing his
chiseled body proudly before me.  "What do you think?"
 What did I think!  His body looked like it was carved
from Greek marble.  Every muscle was tight, defined
and pumped to perfection.  His pecs were now even
larger, no longer obscured by the bath water.  As he
curled his arm up slowly, the gigantic size of his
biceps made me realize just how much raw power he
really had out on that football field.

"The extra time seems to be agreeing with you" I said
smiling transfixed by his physical prowess.  "You look
very impressive."  "Ah, Uncle Mike" Gary said, his
face turning red as he blushed.  Despite the awesome
power of his body, he still showed me the look of a
little boy needing praise and reassurance.  As he sat
back down, he grabbed the soap lathering his arms and
chest.  He stared forward for a moment before saying
"I guess Dad and Christi are on the plane by now."
"Yes, I would guess so."  "You know, I am happy for
dad, really" Gary said.  There was an awkward silence
as the boy spread soap continually over the same part
of his body.  "Something wrong, Gary" I finally asked.
 He broke from his daze rinsing the layers of soap
off.  "No, its just I don't feel like I belong there
anymore.  I'm just not comfortable.  It doesn't feel
like home."  He splashed the water into his face once
again finishing his thought "Your place as become home
to me, Uncle Mike."

His words caught me by surprise.  During his many
visits, he never once indicated such feelings.  I
gathered myself saying "Gary, I am glad you feel
comfortable here and I enjoy having you here believe
me.  But eventually you'll come to except your new
family and home will be home again."  My words sounded
hollow even to me.  I wasn't sure how to comfort him
on this matter.  Gary fiddled in the water like a
little kid before finally speaking again.  "Its not
the marriage, Uncle Mike.  With mom gone and the
anticipation of me going off to college next year.
Home just isn't home anymore."

There was a slight tremor to his voice as once again
the little boy was coming out.  Wanting to comfort him
in someway, I said "Here give me the soap and I will
get your back."  I moved to the edge of the tub as he
leaned over exposing his back to me.  I rubbed the bar
over his broad muscular shoulders before placing it on
the side of the tub.  I massaged his muscles
skillfully lathering the soap over his soft tone skin.
 I have some experience in this area after all.  Most
guys like a good massage before^Å  Gary moaned softly
enjoying the unspoken compassion.  I was pleased that
I could comfort him and make him feel good in some
way.  Not really thinking, my hands instinctively
moved down his back towards the edge of the water and
his submerged butt.  I was surprised as Gary leaned
forward onto his knees letting his buttocks come up
out of the water.  With his invitation, my hands to
continue their migration downward.  I again grabbed
the soap rubbing it over the newly exposed skin.  I
began massaging once more allowing my hands to glide
appreciatively over his muscular orbs.  I slid my hand
up and down the crack of his ass under the pretense of
cleaning him.  Gary was still moaning saying "That
feels nice, Uncle Mike.  You've got great hands."

I was excited but apprehensive about this new game we
were playing.  Where exactly did Gary want this to go?
 Was I reading more into this then I should?  Should I
even be doing this regardless?  Soon, I became even
more daring, kneading his butt with my fingers
gripping his hard flex erotically.  "Oh yeah, play
with my butt Uncle Mike, that feels great" Gary said
providing permission for me to go even further.  With
renewed encouragement, I let a finger glide over his
hot pink bud.  I circled it for a while as he moaned
louder and louder with anticipation.  I lost myself
pushing my finger tip past his winking pucker.  "Oh,
god!" Gary yelled as I pushed my finger all the way
into his tight gripping hole.  My nephew rocked back
and forth letting me know his need to be fucked by my
finger.

I moved my digit in and out of this gorgeous teenager
stroking his special spot with each pass.  Gary moved
to his hands and knees allowing me full access to his
fuck hole.  My mind had lost all reason.  I decided to
go for broke slipping another finger into his muscular
butt.  The boy was moving his ass forcefully back and
forth against my fingers, fucking himself with my
digits.  His teenage cock was completely hard pulled
up tight against his stomach.  His hot young blood
filled his mighty organ to at least a foot in length
and to a thickness as great as my arm.  It was a
perfect match for this magnificent Adonis.

I slipped my fingers from his grasping hole using them
to grab his low hanging balls.  The soap allowed the
hefty jewels to glided easily through my fingers.  I
gently squeezed and played with the impressive nuts
before saying firmly "Stand up Gary."  Gary obeyed
without question standing proudly from the water.
Still holding onto his nuts, I pulled the muscular
teen closer to me.  His submissiveness was surprising
as I looked up at this Greek god that could easily
crush me into dust.  His eyes pleaded with me to
continue my quest.  He inched even closer with his
huge shaft standing perfectly straight from his large
powerful body.  Most large cocks hang down but Gary's
impressive manhood faced me like the rock of
Gibraltar.

The ample foreskin was pulled back just enough to show
me the deep red knob beneath.  Clear liquid flowed
continually from his piss slit looking like a
waterfall as the drops rippled into the bath water
below.  I stuck out my tongue letting the sweet nectar
drench my taste buds.  I licked the head lightly
before bringing it to my soft supple lips.  I kissed
his manhood showing thanks for the gift he was about
to give me.  As I slipped the head of his massive
organ between my lips, Gary let a sigh pass his own
quivering lips.  I began to suck on the tip of his
cock wanting to prolong this experience as much as
possible.  Cock hunger quickly won out as I swallowed
more and more of his teenage meat with each sucking
stroke.  My hands continued to pull on his cum filled
balls, rolling them around skillfully in their hot
loose sac.

Gary was moving his hips back and forth, thrusting
more of his dick down my throat.  The bath water was
swishing wildly as he called out "Oh fuck yeah, suck
me Uncle Mike.  Show me what a real cocksucker can
do."  I was swallowing seven or eight inches of Gary's
fuck stick down my throat.  To my surprise, there was
still a good portion left dry.  "Jesus Christ, this
kid is huge.  He's definitely got more than a foot
between those monster thighs" I thought to myself.  It
was definitely more dick then I had ever sucked
before.  But I was determined to show Gary was a
`true' cocksucker can do.

I moved my hands around to Gary's flexing butt holding
the muscular globes firmly.  I reinforced my efforts,
relaxing my throat muscles.  I held Gary still keeping
him from impaling me with his over enthusiastic
thrusting.  I pulled his hard buttocks towards me
swallowing his cock, inch by inch.  The massive shaft
cut off my air supply but I didn't care, I was on a
mission.  Finally, my nose brushed up against his soft
blond pubes.  "Oh fuck, Uncle Mike.  No one's ever
deep throated my whole dick before!"  Gary was panting
wildly now.  His hips could barely keep from pummeling
my face.  I closed my throat muscles, tightening my
grip around his thick monster.  Gary could no longer
contain himself.  He began to hump his dick in and out
of my talented throat. He was trying to be careful,
slowly pulling about two thirds of his horse dick from
my mouth before shoving it back in to the hilt.
Satisfied that I could now take his massive organ
without problem, I let him take control, allowing him
to fuck my throat at will.  Luckily, Gary pulled
enough cock out to allow me to breath between his
lustful strokes.

As Gary fucked my face with his gigantic pole, I
managed to slip three fingers into his hot tight ass.
"Oh yeah, fuck my ass with your fingers, Uncle Mike.
Ah fuck, it feel so damn good."  After several
minutes, the balls that were slapping against my chin
pulled up against his tone muscular body.  His cock
began to swell even larger indicating Gary's impending
explosion.  In anticipation, I took an extra deep
breath right before his hands grabbed the back of my
head.  My nephew rammed his horse dick as far as he
could down his sweet Uncle's snug silky throat.  I
heard him scream "Ah, fuckkkkk!" as he exploded hot
teenage cum down my waiting gullet.  Gary's cock was
so far down my throat, I never had to swallow.  I
could feel each hot forceful shot hit the back of my
throat as the potent liquid filled my stomach.  Gary
was saying "Fuck!, fuck!, fuck!" over and over between
panting breathes.  His impressive orgasm lasted over
two minutes before he finally let go of my head
allowing his softening cock to slip out of my well
stretched mouth.  The no longer hard but nonetheless
impressive organ fell against his leg with an obscene
slap.  With his body drained, as much as his balls,
Gary dropped back into the bath water.

He leaned back in the tub staring up at me with those
baby blues saying "That was fucking awesome, Uncle
Mike.  I didn't think anybody would be able to deep
throat my meat."  "Well, I surprised myself" I said
with a smug smile.  "You were definitely blessed at
birth that's for sure!"  Gary smiled gliding his hand
down his chest, across his rippled abs, finally
squeezing his soft thick cock.  He looked up at me
again.  "I always wondered if you were gay Uncle Mike.
 Dad would never answer me when I asked and I never
had the courage to ask you directly."  "What makes you
think I'm gay" I said in a serious voice.  A surprised
look crossed over Gary's face.  "I just like to suck
cock" I said standing up.  Gary laughed saying "Yeah,
I'm not gay either."  He gave me a seductive wink
while splashing water over his worked out muscles.  I
raised an eyebrow before saying "I'll go start dinner.
 You finish up and then we can talk about what we can
do during the rest of your stay."  I looked back as
Gary as he stood up from the water.  His cock already
lengthening down his leg.  "I can think of a couple
more things we can do with that monster of yours."
"I've got a couple of ideas of my own" Gary said
winking at me before grabbing a towel.


End Chapter One