Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2002 01:52:37 -0500
From: greyez@prodigy.net
Subject: My Steven part 2

Comments mail to L. Ray:   greyez@prodigy.net

All the usual disclaimers apply to this story.  This is my first attempt to
write about this subject matter.  Any similarities to person living or dead
are not intended.  In future chapters, the main Character is really my
cousin, but NOTHING has or EVER WILL happen.  I would appreciate any
feedback, comments, or criticism that, you, as the reader can offer.  If
you do write to me about this story, please put {Story} in the subject
line, and I will try to get back to you.  Any flames or generalized
stupidity will be ignored.  The way I look at it is, if you are that
insecure about yourself, or have nothing better to do with your time I
really DO NOT CARE. With that said, I hope you enjoy the story, and if not
I am sorry.  Like I said this is my first attempt.

Form the last chapter:

 The next morning, about 6:30 I awoke feeling ten foot tall, and in
complete and total love with this stud lying beside me.  I wanted so badly
to stay with him, but I also had to go to work at the computer shop with my
cousin.  She had hired me to help around her shop when she opened it last
year, and I promised I would never let her down.  I slipped out of bed and
went to take a quick shower.  Before leaving I left Jared a note saying I
would see him later on tonight after work.  I left that sleeping Angel, and
quietly slipped out the door.  Little did I know then, that would be the
last time I would see him alive.  Jared called the shop to see if I had
time to grab a late lunch around 1:30.  On his way to the shop, a drunk
driver hit his car.  The papers went on to say that he never knew what
happened he was killed instantly.


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My Steven part 2



 For the next several weeks, it seemed that my world had fallen apart.
Though I had only known Jared for a short time, I had such strong feelings
about and for him.  I had never been one to throw my heart into anyone, I
had spent too much time being a loner and really not caring.  I hadn't even
remotely become popular until the last two years.  But Jared had brought
true meaning to my life in some way.  The day of the funeral, the air was
crisp and there was a constant mist of rain, adding to the loss and pain.
At the cemetery, Mr. Lawson approached me; he had been Jared's lawyer.

" Ray, would it be possible for you to stop by my office this afternoon.
There are some things that we need to go over that was in Jared's will."

"I don't understand what his will would have to do with me." I stated.

"I will just say that you were remembered in his will."

"Okay, I will stop.. Uh on second thought, is now a good time?"

"Sure, do you need a ride?"

Mr. Lawson was a short stout looking man, who possibly knew what it was
like to be a loner himself.  I had heard many times that he had never
married, and as far as anyone knew had never had a girlfriend.  To be 45 he
still had a head full of sandy blonde hair, a full moustache and neatly
trimmed goatee.  To be totally honest he was a quite handsome man.  In my
opinion, his emerald eyes were his best feature along with his gentle
smile.  After the short ride to his office, and the short meeting I left in
total shock.

 The next three days went by in a haze I didn't eat or bathe.  All I wanted
to do was lie around and die so maybe Jared and I could be together again.
On Friday everything seemed to come together again.  I woke up thinking
that he would not want me to do this to myself, so I got up and started to
live again.  I remember my mom telling me once that children were very
resilient, and I guess now I believed her.  Since I had taken the whole
week off of school, my grades were good enough to do that, I went to work
instead.

"What the hell are doing here today?"  Pat asked in a scornful tone.

"It was time to get my shit together."

"Ray, I know how you felt about him, are you sure you are up to this?"

"Pat, I will be fine." I began, "I finally got it through my head that he
would not want me to do this, Therefore, here I am.  So is there any work
for me to do?"

 Patricia and I had always been close, actually closer than my mother and
me.  Right after Jared started teaching at the high school, Pat had heard
all about him.  I had told her about the way he looked, the way he made me
feel when together, and the one night we spent together.  Pat was my best
friend and cousin.

 Over the course of the next two years, things stayed pretty much the same.
I thought about Jared all the time, but the tears had finally gone away.  I
got to graduate early, and was offered two scholarships, though I decided
to work for a while before going to the grind of college.  Pat had put me
on full time, and that kept me pretty busy for the most part, I would work
all the time usually on Sunday too.

 The weekend of my 18th birthday, I moved into my first apartment, right
next door to the computer shop, and was seemingly on top of the world.  Pat
and her new husband was going out of town for the weekend, for a romantic
getaway and ask me to stay with their son Steven.  Since John and Pat got
married last year, I had been around Steven all the time.  When not in
school he was usually at the shop learning all he could about computers.
After work on Friday Steven and I went to go get a pizza and went back to
my apartment.

 Steven was a perfect little boy in my eyes, sandy blonde hair, baby blue
eyes, and the most infectious smile I had ever seen.  After eating the
pizza, I had some E-mail to get caught up on, so Steven busied himself with
video games.  After I was done it was time to start the movies I had let
him pick out at Blockbuster.  After popping some pop corn and getting some
cokes we settled down on the couch to watch the movies.

"Okay, which one do we want in first?" I asked.

"Planet of the Apes?"

"Hey you picked em out, whichever is alright with me."

"Apes it is then," he stated, "I kinda like Marky Mark anyway."

This really got me to thinking just how handsome he was to me too, but I
did not think at that point that was what he meant by it.  Midway through
the movie, Steven started to get restless and stretched out on the couch
and laid his head on my lap.  The more he would move his head around the
more it made my dick itch.  "What the hell are you thinking Ray, this is
your little cousin.  Hell he is only 13 for Christ's sake."  After a bit my
dick wanted to get out, so I got up and went to the bathroom and did
something about it.  All I could see in my mind was the little boy lying on
the couch.  Hell I was actually thinking about getting into his pants and
sucking that little boy cock of his.  I quickly got done with my own cock
and put it away when Steven came into the bathroom, whipped his prick out,
and took a leak right in front of me.  I went hard again just seeing him.
After saying little boy dick, I had to look again.  At 13 he was already a
good 4 inches soft, and I could only imagine what size it was hard.  All I
knew at that point was I wanted to see it hard.  Little did I know then,
that that was why he came into the bathroom.

 A few minutes later, back on the couch, his head went right to my lap
again, shifting and squirming.  By then I knew that he had to have felt my
dick at attention.  But he never let on if he did in fact feel it.  After
that movie, I refilled the cokes, and Steven was ready for another snack.
A typical little boy, I thought.  "Typical hell, he was all special to me."
Midway through The Patriot, he was already gone sound asleep.  I decided to
finish the movie and let his beautiful head continue to lie on my lap.  On
my lap until he shifted his head again, and landed his face right in my
crotch.  There was no way I could sit the rest of the way through the movie
like that.  Grabbing the remote and stopping the movie, I woke him up.

"Time for bed Monkey." My pet name for Steven.

"Just five more."

"Bedtime."

"Where do I sleep?" I think was what he tried to say.

"You can have the bed, and I will take the couch."

"Carry me Uncle Ray?" With eyes still closed.  Though his cousin, he called
me uncle, and I just ate it up, I mean I totally loved it.  Since I had no
sisters or brothers, this was my only chance to be called uncle.

"K monkey, at least sit up."  With that he sat up and I carried his small
frame to my bed.  Oh my God, how I wanted to lay down with him and make
love to him.  To take his frail looking frame into my arms, and cover him
with kisses and to tell him how much I loved him.  Seconds after laying him
down he was fast asleep again.  Slowly I retreated to the living room
again, stripped to my boxers and lay on the couch.  After shutting off the
lamp, I just lay back and closed my eyes.  My mind was filled with thought
of Steven, and I went hard again.  Without thinking about it my hand found
my aching cock, and started pulling on the shaft.  The light was still on
in the kitchen over the stove, but I really did not worry too much about
it.  After about maybe five minutes, I heard a noise toward the bedroom.
Looking toward the door, I saw Steven standing there rubbing his crotch.

"Shit," trying to hide myself, "what's the matter?"

"I woke up and forgot where I was."

How long had he been standing there, and what did he see?

"Uncle Ray," he said, trying to sound sheepish, "will you sleep with me?"

"Fraid of the dark?"

"No, I. um. uh.. I just want to be next to you."  How could I turn that
down?  All he wanted was to be close to me, if he only knew how badly I
wanted to be close to him also.

"K monkey lets go."

 After making another stop in the bathroom, this time to pee, we went to
the bedroom.  I lay down first and pulled the covers back, and he crawled
in the bed next to me.  He hugged up to me like he thought I was going to
escape or something.  After a few minutes, I thought he was asleep again,
but that is usually what I get for thinking.  After maybe about five
minutes,

"Uncle Ray, were you jacking-off when I came to the living room?" This took
me totally by surprise.

Since I did not want to ever lie to him I simply said, "Yea I was.  It is
something that boys and men do when they need to let go of some tension.
Do you understand?"

"Can I tell you something and you not be mad at me?" He asked shyly.

"Steven, I don't think you could tell me anything to make me mad at you,
that is what being family is all about."

"Well, I don't really know how to say this, cept maybe just say it.. Uh..."

"Spit it out."

"Well. I don't really know bout the ten shun stuff, but I do know about
jacking-off.  I do it cause. well. cause. Shit, cause it feels good and I
like the way my dick feels when I cum."

"Did I just hear you right?"

"Yea, I like the way I feel when."

"K enough.  How do you know about all this?"

"Back home, my best friend and I were close friends, understand?"  Sounding
far away now, probably thinking about his lost lover.

"Are you trying to say what I think you are trying to say?"

"Dammit Uncle Ray, yea I'm queer." He paused, to let this sink in. "Do you
hate me now?"  Steven now sounded so scared, it almost broke my heart.

"Seven, my little monkey, how could I hate you?  Just because you like
guys, hell what do you think I am, a normal guy or something?  How many
girls have you ever seen me with?"

"I knew it, I knew you were queer too." Sounding really excited now, " I
asked mom the other day if you were or not."

"And what did you mom say?" I inquired.

"Hell I don't know, I do not make it my business to check up on everyone in
the family.  But I just knew you were like me."  He then threw his arms
around me and gave me a big bear hug.

"I cried so much when I had to leave Tony, I was in so much love with him.
We did everything together."

"What do you mean by everything."

"You know, sex stuff.  Tony really liked it when I fucked him all up in the
ass, and shot my cum up in him."

"Whoa, hold the phone.  What are you telling me?" I think I was in shock
hearing all this from the sweet child.

"Well I am only telling you for one reason."

"And what might that reason be?"

"Cause, I want to make love to you Uncle Ray." I almost fell out of the
bed.

Here was this perfect little Angel in my bed, "Ray, he is thirteen" and he
is telling me that he wants to make it with me.  "Ray, wake up." My perfect
little Steven, my sexy Steven, my Steven, "Hello, stupid ass.  Earth to
Ray." All I wanted to do since I first met him was get into his pants. "Yo
John will kill you, Pat will castrate you." Though my mind was telling my
all this shit, my dick was saying, where's the KY. "Can we say jailbait
boys and girls?"

"You wanna what?" I half screamed

"I want you to fuck me.  Oh please fuck me Uncle Ray."


Well there we go, part 2.  I wonder what Ray should do about this.  Hope
you like it so far.  L. Ray greyez@prodigy.net