Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2002 12:28:17 +0800
From: Larry Flint <phangasm@operamail.com>
Subject: My Nephew Mike

I don't pretend to be a writer of any sort, all I know is that it brings me
pleasure. If it brings you pleasure, gets you hard, whatever...I'd love to
hear from you. All flames cheerfully ignored.

Now a disclaimer...although I don't know what for, it's not like this will
get published in a major magazine....but, whatever, here goes:

This story is my property.  Copyright 2002 by Phangasm, all rights
reserved, batteries not included.

The following contains consentual sex among family members, including
prepubesent minor boys, teen boys and men. If this offends you, then it
would be a good idea to simply leave and not read it.

Also, this may be illegal where you are, so you may want to think twice
about downloading it and saving it on your drive....or even reading it for
that matter.

If you are under legal age (depending where you are, the world can't seem
to agree on an age of consent....hmmmmm) then you shouldn't be here in the
first place.....on the other hand, if your parents are stupid enough to
leave you alone in a room with an internet connection, then you may as well
get naked and jack off.

If you enjoy this story, be sure to check out my other story series at
Nifty: LITTLE DONNY'S BROTHER.


Stay hard,

'gasm.

phangasm@operamail.com



My Nephew Mike

by Phangasm


1. Life with Mike

Such a long time ago and yet I remember it as if it were yesterday. My name
is Chad Henning, and I will never forget the summer of 1999. I never
thought my life could become so complicated so fast, but I wouldn't trade
those memories for anything.

Back then I lived in a small town called Freemont in the midwest, a nice
little town of about 15000 souls. I lived on the edge of town,
literally. Looking out my living room window, I could see a nice Freemont
residential area, in the back yard, my property line was a cornfield.

I was 30 years old and was happy in my life and in my work, I was a
computer technician at a small manufacturing plant. I was paid well for
what I did and enjoyed doing it, so it really wasn't work to me.

If I were to go back even further, to my teenage years, I could tell you
when I first discovered that I enjoy the company of young boys. But that's
not important, only the fact that you know that I am a boylover. I have no
idea why I am this way and it doesn't matter, I had that struggle a long
time ago and have since learned to live with it. I am what I am.

Back then, my 11 year old nephew, Mike, lived just across town and visited
me often. This had been going on since he was 8. My sister Jenna never
questioned why the boy loved to spend so much time with his Uncle Chad -
sometimes spending 3 overnights a week in the summer - because Mike had
lost his father to a drunk driver when he was 6. She figured that Mike
simply needed a male role model in his life and had chosen me. This was
only partially true. What I had with Mike was so much more.

We had a wonderful Uncle - Nephew relationship and I was perfectly happy
with it being just that....not that I never thought about being with him,
because I did. I simply did not want to risk what we had for a short
thrill. If the chance came up to see him naked, I would always look and
then think about it later in bed. I never thought that any of my wildest
jack-off fantasies would come true and we would get together sexually.  Our
3-year plotonic relationship ended 3 weeks before my 31st birthday and 4
weeks before his 12th birthday in that wonderful summer of '99. He was
spending the night with me, and as usual my sister Jenna balked at the idea
of her son "bothering me" on a work night when I needed to sleep. I stood
by her car at least once a week and had the same discussion. Mike stood
behind me, looking at his feet and kicking at the grass.

"The boy's no bother Jenna, really." I explained, "We're always in bed
before 11, he loves spending time with me and I with him. I will put him on
his bike in the morning."

"That's ok, no need," she said, "We go to Minneapolis tomorrow so I'll pick
him up. Are you sure you want the little pain-in-the-ass around tonight?
You've got that big project going on at work."

"Gee, thanks, mom! Love ya!" spouted Mike, "Man, her only son and that's
what I am to her, a pain in her -somewhat large- ass."

"Michael!" cried Jenna, looking surprised and yet smiling.

"Jenna, for Christ's sake go! sheez!" I said, grinning at Mike.

"Ok, ok! Michael, you be good for your Uncle! If I hear one bad word!"

"You won't, mom...only because Uncle Chad won't tell you, he let's me get
away with murder."

"Michael........."

"Alright, not murder....but arson, though."

"I give up." Jenna said, "See you guys in the morning. Come give me a kiss,
kid."

Mike dutifully went to the car window and kissed Jenna on the cheek.

"Love ya, boy."

"Love ya ma."

Jenna drove off, leaving Mike and me standing in the yard.

"Whaddaya think, kid? Wanna do The Ride or just rent a flick or something?"

The Ride was a 6 mile bike trail on the edge of town. If we rode all 6
miles out and back and throw in a couple of rest stops, we could do it in
under a couple of hours.

"Yeah, let's ride. TV's dead tonight anyway, I checked the guide at home."

"Sounds good to me, boy." I said, ruffling his hair.  .  We rode the
complete 12 miles and arrived home sweaty as hell.

"Shower first!" Mike called and ran for the house, reaching for the key
around his neck as he went.

"No you don't, you little shit!" I shouted, dropping my bike in the yard
and taking off after him.

I caught him on the porch trying frantically to unlock the door, giggling
so hard he couldn't manage to fit the key into the lock. I picked up the
giggling boy with one arm around the midsection, then using his key I
unlocked the door and carried him in like so much baggage.

"Honey, I'm home!" I called out to nobody. No matter how many times I used
this phrase, the kid always found it hysterical and went off on another fit
of the giggles.

I took Mike to the couch and carelessly dropped him on it, causing still
more giggles.

"Go ahead and shower first, kid. I'll see if you were telling the truth
about TV."

"K, cool." said Mike as he pealed off his sweaty shirt and headed for the
stairs.

I turned on the TV and began to channel surf. 5 minutes and 200 channels
later, I discovered the boy was right.  "Guess we'll have to rent a movie."
I muttered to myself.

I figured Mike must be close to finished by now, so I decided to head for
the shower and see if could catch a glimpse or two while he was still
naked. I heard the boy shut off the water as I headed for the stairs.

When I walked into the bathroom Mike was standing in the tub drying
himself. He wasn't a shy lad and didn't mind if I came in the bathroom to
pee or whatever while he was showering or peeing or whatever. He was so
beautiful that I usually had to find an excuse to go in just to look at
him. He was slim with very little baby fat for his age. He had a grin that
could melt me in an instant and the softest head of brown hair that I would
run my fingers through whenever he fell asleep watching TV. His sweet
little butt curved away from his smooth tanned back, his beautiful cut 4"
boyhood sat atop the most lovely set of completely hairless balls....I had
never seen him hard but I had hopes of catching him with a woody. Perhaps
this is the night I see something spectacular. In the 2 years we had hung
out together, I had caught him on quite a few occasions out of the corner
of my eye, checking me out when I showered or took a piss. I wasn't a bad
looking guy for 30. I ate right and worked out at the local athletic club 2
or 3 times a week. I figured I might as well roll the dice. Turns out it
was my lucky night.

"I'm gonna shower too" I said, drinking in his slim body while he dried
himself.

"Cool" he replied. "I'll be out of your way in a sec, Unc."

MMmmmmm....Don't bother, I thought, You wouldn't be in the way at all.

I began to undress as he stepped out of the tub. It seemed to me that his
little dick stood out a bit further than usual - this aroused me slightly,
thinking he had perhaps been playing with himself in the shower. Oh the
thought of it....stroking his hard little dick, massaging his balls, taking
pleasure in his body.

By the time I made myself naked I had half a hard-on, and I'll be damned if
the boy didn't take notice, glancing at my manhood when he thought I
wouldn't notice. I left the shower curtain open a bit...not caring if the
floor got a bit wet, hoping to work up the courage to give him a little
show, stealing glances at him drying off....he was certainly spending a lot
of time drying his dick.

Damn! There he goes again! I thought as I caught Mike looking again,
Something's different tonight, he'd normally be half dressed by now.

Mike continued to dry himself, being careful not to uncover his dick.

Man! He's trying awful hard to keep his dick covered, bet he's got wood!
C'mon, Mikey, drop the fucking towel!

The boy was attempting to tie the towel around his waist, struggling with
it.

Fuck, he never does this! I thought, he always dries and dresses right
away....what the fuck!

I purposely began to wash my cock in full view of the boy, soaping it up
and stroking it gently until my full 7+ inches was rock hard.

I kept stroking and checked out of the corner of my eye. The boy had
stopped fumbling with the towel and was staring in complete awe and my hand
moving up and down the length of my hardness. Then something else happened.

The towel had started to slip.

Oh, fuck! I thought. C'mon....lose the towel!

The two ends of the towel slipped further apart, the boy noticed, but to my
absolute delight he was to late.

The towel fell to the floor.

Mike was fully hard, his boyhood standing up proudly, perpendicular to his
small frame.

Bingo! Jackpot! Yes! I thought, Look at that sweet little fucking cock!
Damn I'd love to suck him, make him squirm!

I had stopped all movement, watching his throbbing little cock...thinking
of how I wanted him so badly, to hold him naked against my body. I snapped
back to reality when he noticed I had stopped washing and was watching
him. He immediately reached for his undies, fumbled and dropped them,
reached down and picked them up and stumbled to put a leg into the white
cotton and cover a hardon that, even with his fear of being discovered,
would not wilt. He looked up at me...his face flushed red. I felt sorry for
him and wanted to laugh all at the same time. I couldn't help myself, had
to take a chance.

"Someone's got a boner" I said grinning. He looked at me, redfaced but with
a slight smile he said

"So does someone ELSE"

"It's nothing to be ashamed of Mike" I said "I get 'em all the time"

"Yeah, I do too." he said, relaxing a bit as he pulled the textured cotton
up over his hard member, where it immediately formed a tent.

"The circus is in town." I kidded, "Look, they're putting up the big top."

"Fuck you!" he said, giggling.

God I loved his laugh! I finished rinsing off and shut off the water. Still
hard, I exited the tub, grabbed a towel and began to dry off. Mike watched
me dry my cock with a complete look of awe on his face that was comical.

"Man it's fuckin' HUGE" he said, moving his face in to get a closer look. I
obliged him by removing the towel completely and letting my cock stand out
straight. I didn't mind if he cursed (it actually kinda turned me on) and I
often told him he could speak any way he wished in my house, just "don't go
back to your mom and talk like that or she'll have my hide."

He looked into my face and said "Do you ever...uh...well...." he looked
down at his feet, "Uh....you know, uh...play with it?" I could see his neck
flush red...he was so damn cute! He was embarrased as hell, yet he needed
to know this so badly he would risk embarrasment. I took a breath.

"Yeah" I said, "Usually in bed before I go to sleep" I thought about it for
a split second, then took another step "How about you?"

"Same" he said nonchalantly, looking down at the tent in his undies. "If I
rub it long enough, it feels great! Joey says it means that I will shoot
sperm soon." his hand wandered aimlessly down to his crotch and began to
fondle the hardness under the soft cotton.

Damn! I could believe it! Not only did he confess playing with himself, he
inadvertantly confessed mutual masterbation with a friend. Perhaps it was
more than masterbation.....I thought about his little blond friend Joey
Spencer, then I though about the two of them naked in the tent they
frequently camp out in.....about Mikey on top of him...two smooth bodies
writhing together.....two young faces with pained expressions of
pleasure....man!

Joey had also stayed with Mike here at my place a few times. I sometimes
thought I could hear them screwing around, the way young boys do, playing
and comparing. The best time was the night the two boys had watched TV in
their undies. Both wore briefs...Mike always wore white BVDs, (which turn
me on to no end) while Joey was in blue Hanes. Each had boners in varying
degrees throughout the night. By the time I made it to bed I thought I
would explode!

"Do you shoot sperm?" the question brought me back to the present.

"Yeah, buddy, I do" I replied, "It's called master...."

"Yeah, masterbaintion!" Mike blurted out "That's what Joey called it!"

"MasterBAtion" I corrected.

"Whatever" he said "Man, it feels so good."

Mike was really working himself now, squeezing the tip of his engorged
little member, working it up and down. I wasn't sure if he even knew he was
doing it, oh but shit it was hot! I began to play with myself, Stroking my
cock from tip to base. He watched with interest, now involving both hands
in the fondling of himself, gently stroking his balls as well as his boner,
getting hotter by the second, his eyes closing momentarily and he shudderd
as a wave of pleasure shook his young body. It was time I took this a step
further.

"Feels good, huh?" I said.

"Oh yeah," he replied shakily, still slightly embarrased.

"You know", I said grinning, "if you'd rid yourself of those undies you
could get ahold of it better." I waited and held my breath...he would
either embrace what was going on, or perhaps think it had gone to far and
back down. I prayed for the former.

"Sounds good to me!" he exclaimed and shucked his undies in one quick
motion and stepped out of them.

Once it was spoken that we were 'playing with ourselves,' Mike's
embarrasment disappeared. He grasped his hairless little cock with his
right hand and began to stroke with vigor, his little sack bouncing between
his legs, his tummy and chest muscles flexing, his young face showing first
intense concentration, then pained extasy. I carefully stroked myself - I
was so close to blowing my load I could hardly stand it! Precum oozed from
my cock and I rubbed it down the length of my shaft, lubricating it.

"Wow, are you shootin' it!?" he asked breathless.

"Na, thats called precum, it kinda oozes out while you do it...but it means
I'm getting close."

He was really working it now, his breath shuddering in and out. I didn't
figure he could actually cum yet, but he could probably have a dry
orgasm...he was almost 12. I took another step.

Do you wanna go lay on my bed for a while?" I asked. "I can show you some
more cool things we can do, but only if you want to."

He released his cock and it stood up, almost touching his tummy, throbing
with his heartbeat. "Ok, cool!"

I opened the door to my bedroom and Mike came running past me and swatted
my ass 'SMACK!' and hopped onto the bed.

"Oh you little shit!" I said grinning, "You are so dead!" and leaped onto
the bed after him. He was giggling so hard that I had no trouble pinning
him down. I started tickling him right under the ribs like I have so many
times before, sending him into a fit of squeals and giggles.

"Oh god, oh shit Uncle Chad oh fuck please STOOOOOOOP!!!" he screamed and
giggled at the same time, "Ah fuck I'm gonna PISS MY PAAAAANTS!!!"

I stopped and let him start to catch his breath and let the giggles
diminish.

"Wait a minute" I looked at him seriously "WHAT pants?" and started in on
him again.

Boy squeals and laughter filled my bedroom. There is no music on earth that
can compare to the sound of a giggling boy.

After I completed the second round of tickling, I kept him pinned down with
one arm across his chest. I raised my head and looked down towards his
dick. Young Mike still stood at attention.

"You mean to tell me that after all that, you still have a stiffy?" I
grinned at him.

"Yup" he said with a grin, still trying to catch his breath.

I turned onto my side facing him and let my hand slide onto his
tummy. Man. So soft. I couldn't stop myself if I tried, yet my guilt was
there on the surface, at the same time, I wasn't doing anything the boy
didn't want to do, and I knew I would never do anything to hurt him or our
friendship. I just prayed that it would all work out. I began to move my
hand in a small circle on his abdomen. He simply looked at me and smiled. I
then moved up onto his small chest and started to use my fingertips,
swirling around his little dime-sized nipples, feeling them stiffen at my
touch. When I looked at his face again, his eyes were closed. His mouth was
hanging open just a little and he would sigh gently when my fingers came in
contact with his nipples.

"Feel good, buddy?" I asked.

"Yeah" he said, barely a whisper. "Please. More"

I got up on my knees and faced the boy and began to use both hands to tweek
his nipples.

"Ahhhhhh fuck" he whispered, barely audible.

I kept my right hand on his chest, sweeping back and forth while my left
wandered down to his tummy, slowly and deliberately working my way
down....feeling his hip....his leg. Working to the left , then to the right
of his little pecker, watching it bounce to his heartbeat. I know he wanted
me to touch him there...but I was scared to death. Once I touched it, I
could never take it back. I didn't want him to hate me later on, I simply
could not bear that, yet here he was on my bed hard as a rock, raising his
little hips, hinting at me to touch it, but afraid to ask me to. I decided
to go ahead, but I would not do it without asking, so I swallowed hard and
took a breath.

"Can I touch it, Mike?"

"Ohplease. Yes." he whispered.

I moved my fingers over his throbbing little dick and brought them down on
the tip and slowly slid them down to the base and back again.

"Ahhhh" he whispered.

I removed my right hand from his chest and took hold of his young cock and
began to gently massage up and down. I used my left hand and began to
massage his sweet little sack.

"Ahhhhyeah" he said audibly.

"Hows that feel, bud?"

"Man, it's fuckin' incredible....fuuuck."

I increased both tempo and pressure, working my fingers around his balls
and between his legs, which parted further with my explorations.

"Oh god Uncle Chad that's awesome" he moaned. "Do you want me to do
something to you too?"

"We'll worry about that later" I said "Lets take care of you first, little
man"

With that, I began to feel the boy in earnest, my fear gone
(mostly). Rubbing his chest and arms, stroking his little pecker, balls and
crotch, running my fingers across his sweet little tummy. All the while the
boy moaned and sighed. I then turned towards him and lay down beside him,
still stroking and fondling his stiff prick. I touched my lips to his chest
and he jumped slightly, but didn't say anything. I took his left nipple
into my mouth and was rewarded with a gentle sigh as I swirled my tongue
around it. I removed my left hand from his prick and dipped down between
his legs until I found his tight little anus. I gently began to massage the
tight ring of muscle while I licked his young chest.

"aaaaaaahhh christ" he moaned as his head slowly rocked back and forth.

Still sucking his chest, I managed to manuver to my hands and knees and
began to kiss his little chest, working my way down to his navel, which I
immediately stuck my tongue in while I manuvered between his legs and layed
down. I looked up and saw him watching me, smiling.

"You're gonna suck it, aren't ya" he said.

"Do you want me to?" I asked, "I mean, I will if that's what you want."

"Yeah, If you want to."

"I do, but you know kiddo, this has to be just between you and me...you
can't tell a soul, not ever. We could get into all kinds of trouble. I
could go to jail while you would be harassed......"

"Geez, Uncle Chad....I know THAT!" he said, grinning and acting like I was
the biggest fool in the world. "I'm not gonna tell anyone, do you think I'm
some sort of IDIOT?"

"Yes" I teased

"Cocksucker"

"You wish"

"I KNOW" he said grinning. I grinned back, then without hesitation I took
his hard little tool into my mouth and sucked it down to the base, wrapping
my tongue around it and began to bob up and down. Mike's head fell back to
the bed, his sweet soprano voice sighing.

"Oooooooh fuck man" he sighed.

On the next downstroke I sucked his little balls into my mouth, tonguing
his entire package. He arched his back and cried out in pleasure. Before he
knew what was happening, I removed my mouth from his cock and balls and
began to tongue his crotch...working my way down, flicking my tongue under
his sack...sucking his balls into my mouth and releasing them, continuing
downward. The boy reacted, moaning and spreading his little legs, allowing
me better access to his crotch. The textures and smells were fantastic, I
couldn't have stopped my next move if I tried. I grabbed his legs behind
the knees and pushed upward.....his little anus was revealed in an
instant. Oh God how beautiful...my head was reeling...God his wonderful
little boy smells...Christ!

I speared his hot little flower with my tongue, sinking it in as far as I
could push it....tongue fucking him...in and out, in and out. Mike went
into sensory overload, crying out again and again, his lithe young frame
squirming, bucking on the bed. I replaced my tongue with a finger, gently
massaging, probing slightly being extra careful not to hurt the boy, and
returned my attention to his steel-hard tool....sucking it quickly into my
mouth, then began to bob up and down, faster, faster.

"aaaaahhhh shit man! aaaafaster! aaaaah fuck!" he cried as he arched his
back.

I did his bidding and increased the tempo of my strokes while tightening my
lips, putting more pressure on his dick. In my mouth his dick began to
spasm as he arched his back so hard his ass lifted off the bed. His little
cock sang in my mouth, spasming again and again struggling to ejaculate
sperm he was too young to produce. Lost in his dry orgasm Mike cried out
until his pecker finally ceased to spasm. He then relaxed onto the bed
completely drained, trying to catch his breath, repeating "ahhhhhhh shit"
with each exhale.

I rose above him and placed my hand on his forehead and ran my fingers
through his hair...God he was so beautiful. I kissed him on the forehead.

"Man that was excellent!" he breathed. "Can we do it again?"

Unlike older boys and men, Mike's dick didn't soften right away but
remained hard. One of the things I love about boys his age is that they can
often have multiple orgasms without having to "recharge."

"Oh yes, you better believe we will, but first I need to get a bit of
relief myself...if that's ok with you?" I said.

"You mean you want to shoot it?" he asked.

"Yup" I said, lowering my body onto his and gently rubbing my cock against
his smooth belly. It's hard to describe the sensations...his breath on my
neck, his still-hard penis poking my balls, his oh so soft chest! I put my
face into his hair and breathed deeply, then began to kiss the top of his
head, working down to his soft neck where I began to suck, kiss and lick.

"You gonna squirt it on me?" he whispered in my ear, the thought of it
obviously turning him on. "You are, aren't ya....fuckin' squirt it all over
me, Unc."

That sent me over the top.

"Oh God, Mike....oh my beautiful Mike...ahhhhhyeeesss!" I cried.

I raised up on my arms, still pumping. My first squirt shot up his chest
and hit his chin. The boy reached around and grabbed my ass with both hands
and arched to meet my thrusts. As my second shot landed on his chest, he
began to cry out with his second orgasm.

We moaned together as I covered his narrow chest and belly with my load. My
balls finally emptied, I collapsed into his arms where we layed together
for better than 5 minutes, not speaking, catching our breaths.

Finally I raised my head and looked at him and smiled...he smiled back. It
melted my heart.

Then he surprised the hell out of me and raised his head and kissed me
lightly on the lips. the surprised look on my face must have been
priceless, for it made his smile widen.

"Man, you're kinda sticky and smelly, Unc" he looked at me, pretending
disgust. "Do you ever take a shower, you fucking pig?"

"Oh you little son-of-a-bitch....." I said, and reached for his
oh-so-sensitive ribs....the tickling began again.

Later on that evening, both of us showered and clean and dressed in our
undies, lay in my bed, Mike sleeping in the crook of my arm. The boy had
his own room in my house, but I knew he would never use it again. I simply
stared at the ceiling, not sleeping, listening to Mike's gentle
snores. Wondering, as many boy lovers do, about the morality and
consequenses of what happened earlier. I came to the same conclusion that I
had came to when I was a teen.... that I am what I am. Nothing can change
that....whatever happens, happens.

In his sleep Mike threw his arm across my chest and mumbled, then continued
his snoring. I leaned up slightly and kissed the top of his head.

I awoke the next morning with Mike in my arms, my hands on his small back,
his head on my chest and his leg thrown over the top of me. I glanced over
at the clock and was surprised to see that it was past 7:00 AM. That had to
be the best nights sleep I have ever had. I began to rub my hands up and
down his smooth back, stopping at the band of his white BVD's. The boy
sighed in his sleep and snuggled closer. Man, I thought, I must be in
heaven...this can't be happening..no way. I touched his soft brown hair and
began running my fingers through it.

Mike stirred and I knew he was awake. He lifted his head slowly and smiled
sleepily.

"Hey, butthead" he said, grinning.

"Hello, dipshit" I replied "Sleep good?"

"Yeah," he said, "I think I passed out cold!"

"Me too."

A silence hung for a couple of minutes, then Mike spoke.

"That was really, cool....uh, last night"

"Did something happen last night?" I inquired, trying my best to look
confused.

"Eat me." he said, then thought about it and began to giggle.

"What....again?" I asked, which brought on more giggles.

He suddenly stopped gigling and looked thoughtful for a second, then
sad. He sat up and looked at me.

"I gotta go home today." he said sadly. Then looking at the clock he added,
"Pretty soon, too."

"Yeah, I know kid." I said. "But you'll be back in a couple of days. Don't
sweat it."

"Ok" he said, "But I still wish I didn't have to go. I want to stay here
with you."

"And I want you to stay, but your mom needs you, you don't want to
disapoint her, do you?"

"I guess not" he said, still clearly upset.

This was the day they made their annual journey to Minneapolis, where our
other sister, Pam lived. It was also the final resting place of Mike's
father, Kenneth Waters. Jenna and Mike made the trip each year to visit
Pam, and to visit Kenneths gravesite. Jenna prefered to go in the summer
instead of the busy Memorial Day weekend. I had made the trip with them
quite a few times, but this year I just couldn't miss work.

"Are we gay now?" he asked suddenly.

The question snapped me back to the present.

"Huh?  .....no, well...you're not anything right now." I said, trying to
think of how to proceed. "I discovered that I enjoy being with young boys
when I was a teenager. You might discover that you like boys also...then
again you might find that you like girls, or even both."

"Both?"

"Sure, there are lots of people that call themselves 'Bisexual', it means
they enjoy doing it with both sexes. But you are to young to start worrying
about putting a label on yourself. Lets just enjoy each other and not worry
about calling it anything right now, ok?"

"Ok" he said.

 He was a very intellegent boy and seemed to be satisfied with my answer as
he layed down again, placing his head back on my chest.

I began to run my hands down his back again....so soft. Mike sighed and
closed his eyes. My cock stirred in my undies.  After a bit he climbed on
top of me, letting his legs fall to my sides. I began my gentle rubbing
again, but when I reached the waistband of his undies, I slipped my hands
inside taking hold of both firm cheeks, rubbing...squeezing.

"mmmmmmm that feels great, Unc. I really hate to make you stop" he said as
he climbed off me. "But it's your turn today."

He slid off me and moved his hands to the waistband of my underwear and
began to pull. I raised my butt off the bed and he slid them down my legs
and off. He twirled them on his finger for a second, grinning all the
while, then tossed them ceremoniously to the other side of the room.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Mike" I said as he
crawled between my legs.

"I'm not gonna do anything I don't want to do" he said grinning as he
reached for my hard penis and began to pump it up and down in his fist.

I closed my eyes and sighed as he fondled my balls with his left hand. I
was already oozing precum...the boy smeared it on my cock with each
downward pump, lubricating it.

"Man, I've wanted to do this for so long!" Mike confessed.

"Really?" I breathed.

"Yeah...I always try to see you naked....I love looking at you. Joey and I
wanted you to strip so badly the night we watched TV in our undies. I was
telling him how good you look naked" he confessed. "We thought if we took
our pants off you might, too."

"Joey wanted to see me?" I asked.

"Yeah, he thinks you're really cool, too."

"I noticed you guys looking sometimes." I said, "I wanted you for a long
time, too....but I was afraid to try.....I didn't want to screw up our
friendship, as for Joey, I'd still be wary of trying anything with him
because he could tell someone."

"We'll always be friends no matter what happens, Unc. I promise....and
Joey'd never tell.....we've been friends for a long time and I know he'd
never. ." he said.

He paused, still deliciously stroking my cock, then he said:

"I love you , Unc....I always have loved you...it's different today
though...do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I do kid.....I love you, too"

I knew exactly what he meant. I had told him "Love ya kiddo" a thousand
times when I switched off the light to his room at bedtime, or as he walked
out my door on his way home....it was different now -- and my heart sang
because of it.

"Let me know when you're gonna do it," he said as he lowered his head, "so
I can be ready."

With that, he opened wide and took my hardness into his mouth and went down
about half way before his gag reflex made him back off, choking.

"Easy, buddy," I said, "Don't take any more than you can. It'll feel good
no matter how much you get in."

"I just want it to be like how you did it to me...it felt so great all the
way in your mouth."

"True," I said, "but my dick is a bit bigger and your mouth is a bit
smaller, so take it easy. If you want to go down farther, try swallowing
when you think you're gonna gag, but back off if you think you're gonna
choke, ok?"

"Cool." he said and grinned at me as he went back down on me.

He sucked up and down on the top third for a bit...licking the head and
basically driving me crazy! Then he made another attempt to go farther,
swallowing as my cock hit the back of his throat. He gagged a bit, backed
off, then went back down...determined to give me the same sensations he
felt the night before. Swallowing as he went and breathing through his
nose, my cock slipped into his throat. The boy began to work my cock up and
down his throat. Sucking hungrily while his hands played between my legs. I
have never before or since been sucked like this kid sucked me. I have no
idea when the kid stripped off his undies, but the next time I looked down
he was naked, frantically jerking his stiff little rod while he blew
me. That sent me over the top.

"aaaaaaaaagooooooooddddd" I cried, "ahhh Mike here it comes
aaaaaaaaafuuuuckkk!"

My cock jetted squirt after squirt of thick cum into the boys mouth. His
mouth overflowwing, he backed off and the last two shots hit him in the
face. He continued to swallow, then dove back down on my still spasming
dick, cleaning up the last of my spunk, then licked what had overflowed on
my pubic hair...finally cleaning off his face with his fingers and licking
them clean.

"Man, that's doesn't taste bad at all," he said, still licking his fingers,
"I could get used to doing that."

The boy returned his mouth to my sensitive penis and milked it with his
hand and swallowing a few more drops.

I layed on my back gasping for air as the boy climbed back on top of me. I
opened my eyes and his beautiful face was above mine, gazing into my eyes,
looking for approval.

"My God, Mike...that was the best." I breathed. "God I love you, kid."

Mike broke into a smile that lighted the entire room. He lowered his lips
to mine and we began to kiss, our mouths opening and our tongues moving. I
rolled him off of me as we kissed and layed him flat on his back as my hand
began to explore his little body, rubbing his chest and belly and finally
settling on his little cock...stroking and massaging. He moaned into my
mouth. I broke the kiss.

"Your turn again." I whispered.

I crawled down between his legs,flipped him over onto his belly and spread
him as far as I could. I began to massage his cheeks, watching his
delicious boyhole open and close. I brought my face to his crotch.....oh
God, his wonderful musky smells! I spread his checks wide with my hands and
dove in....rimming him madly, shoving my tongue into the boy as far as I
could and pulling it out....grunting animal noises while I ate his hairless
little asshole like a madman. I grabbed his hips and placed him on his
knees, his head still on the pillow. I stuck the index finger of my right
hand into my mouth and wet it, then inserted it into the kids tight little
hole up to the second knuckle, then sucked his balls into my mouth while
gently finger-fucking him.

"aaaahhh shit, Uncle chad.......aaaaaafuck!" Mikes wonderful soprano voice
rang out in my room as he pushed his ass back into my hand, forcing my
finger deeper, in contact with his young prostate.

Rolling him over again, I continued to massage his prostate and sucked his
delicious little pecker into my mouth, working it up and down. It didn't
take long and he was ready....his little cock spasming in my mouth as he
cried out again and again, his hot little hole tightening on my finger as I
moved it in and out.

After, he layed in my arms, his head on my chest, still trying to catch his
breath while I gently rubbed his back. We did not speak.

Later, I showered with the boy. We kissed deeply as the warm water wet our
bodies. I knew he had to leave, but I did not want to let him go. I wanted
to hold him forever.

As we dressed in clean clothes, he looked at me and smiled.

"I love you Uncle Chad." he said sadly.

"I love you too, sport." I said, "But you gotta quit acting like your going
to a funeral! It'll be ok, you'll be back in two days...in time to spend
the weekend with me, or should I say, spend the weekend naked with
me.....we'll do it the very second you return. I promise."

"The very second?" he kidded, "Like right on the front porch?"

"Well, we better at least be inside the front door, don't you think?" I
kidded back.

"Yeah, I suppose...but it would be kinda cool, being outside and all."

"I think maybe I could arrange that someday....not on the front porch, but
definitely outside." I shot him an evil grin.

"Really?!" he exclaimed. "That would be so......aw, yeah right...you're
just fuckin' with me." he said, smiling. "That's ok, you'll get yours!"

"I certainly hope so!" I said, reaching for his ribs, tickling him just
slightly, making him giggle and squirm.

He finished tying his shoes and we walked downstairs together. Just then
the doorbell rang.

"Mom's here." he said.

I answered the door and Jenna was standing on the steps.

"How's the little monster." she asked, grinning.

"As evil as ever, thank God you're here." I replied, glancing at Mike. He
was giving me the dirtiest look, and I knew he wanted to say "Fuck you,
asshole" or "Fuckin' moron" but he couldn't, and he knew that I knew he
couldn't, which made me grin all the more.

Instead he said, "Get bent, Unc"

"See what I mean," I said seriously, "No respect."

"Well, I'll rescue you for a couple of days anyway." she said, "I wish you
were coming with us, Chad. I know you have this big project and all, but
couldn't it wait a couple days?"

Mike looked hopeful.

"I really wish I could, but I am out of vacation....can't afford it."

"Ok, we'll be back in a couple of days....I'm sure the monster will be back
at his second home this weekend. I really appreciate you letting him stay
here as much as he does. You've been like a father to him."

"That's fine by me, " I said. "What else do I have to do? I love him like
he was my own spoiled rotten little brat." ...that wonderful little scowl
again.

"Ok, you ready kid? Tell your Uncle Thank you."

"Thanks Unc." said Mike as they headed down the walk. Then he turned and
called out, "Love ya!" I looked into his eyes and saw that love burning
there. My heart melted in an instant and I thought I would cry.

"I love you too, kiddo." I said, still looking into his beautiful brown
eyes. "Love ya, sis! Have a safe trip....see if you could leave Mike there,
would ya?"

With Jenna on the other side of the car, Mike flipped me the bird behind
his leg, grinning at me all the while.

I watched as they got in the car and drove away, Mike's face pressed to the
glass as he waved goodbye, his newfound love for me still evident in his
face. I walked back into the house, tears streaming down my face. I had
found a boy to care for and love. My life was complete, or so I thought.