Date: Sat, 2 Jan 2016 01:55:15 +0100
From: James Tyler <jamestyler69@mail.com>
Subject: Nephew Mason

If you are not of legal age, please leave this site.  This is my first
submission and is `mostly' true.  Names have been changed.



I'm enjoying a quiet Saturday afternoon at home and the phone rings.  It's
my nephew Mason.

"Hey Uncle Jeremy -- how's it goin'?"

"Hey Mason -- good!  Are you in town?"

"Yeah.  Things aren't so good with life.  Can I come and talk?"

"Sure.  You need a ride?"

"Nah.  I've got a car.  See you in a bit."

I remember this little boy riding high on his dad's shoulders years ago.  I
tried to visit as often as I could but Mason lived about six hours away and
then the family moved and he was eight hours away.  I missed his growing up
years mostly but was just a bit more involved when he was a teenager.
Things had been challenging for him and his family growing up but somewhere
along the way, he really connected with me and we started talking a lot
more.

Mason got his girlfriend pregnant and then decided the best thing to do was
to make an honest women out of her and they got married - not the swiftest
decision he's ever made.  His wife is a real controller and there are two
sides to every story, Mason needed to grow up too.  Low paying jobs and
never seeming to get on top of the bills -- the story of his young life.

Over the past few years Mason had shared with me about some marriage
struggles and I wondered if this is what he was coming over to talk about.

Mason is a good lookin' guy with sandy blonde hair and a fit
twenty-something year old body.  He's helped me do a couple of jobs around
the outside of my home when he's come to visit but I've never seen him
without a shirt on and he never wears shorts no matter how hot it is
outside.

I meet Mason at the door and I get the biggest hug from him -- this is the
way it's always been.

"Good to see you Uncle Jeremy." He says.

"Nice to see you too Mason.  What's going on in your life these days?" I
ask.

"Oh."  His voice trails off.  "Sue and I aren't doing very well.  There's
too much tension around the house and I can't do what I want to do.  I love
my kid but she wants to control everything - who I see and all the money.
I was making okay money sort of but I just lost a real good job.  I was
driving too fast and got a ticket.  The company says I can't have any
speeding tickets so now I'm screwed.  It was the company's fault I was
speeding.  I was late getting the product and I had to deliver it real
quick."

Not wanting to get into the technicalities about who's fault it really was,
I reminded him there were more jobs out there and he would bounce back.  He
didn't seem too receptive but I know that what we talk about really does
hit home with Mason.

I asked him about going to see a counselor with or without his wife and he
thought he might look into that when he got home.  Didn't seem too
promising though.

I asked Mason about the `finer' aspects of being married and he said he
hadn't had any relations with Sue in a long time.  It was just `the
hand-sisters' that were taking care of him these days.  I asked him how
that was going and he said it was okay - it relieves the stress.

I stood up and went over to where he was sitting.  I reached for his hand
as I had done so often when he was a little boy.  He looked at me, rose to
his feet and I lead him down the hallway to our spare bedroom.  I
positioned him at the foot of the bed and proceeded to rub my hand around
his crotch area.  He didn't say anything - he kept looking straight into my
eyes.  I undid the button on his jeans and slowly undid the zipper.  I
helped them fall to the floor.  I ran my fingers around the elastic and
helped his boxers fall.  Mason offered no resistance.

He was a nice size as he hung there and possessed a hooded warrior (I
myself am cut).  Mason stood there with just his t-shirt and socks on.  I
wasn't sure what would happen next but he sat down on the bed.  He took his
shirt off and then moved up on the bed.  I sat down next to him and
wondered what was next.  He put his hands behind his head exposing some
tufts of light brown hair under his arm -- I was definitely in lust now.
Mason was still not getting any larger and had closed his eyes.

I sat there for moment drinking him in and then I gently touched his
warrior and I heard Mason gasp.  I don't think he had ever engaged in fun
times with his buddies as he was growing up so this was all new territory
for him ... and for me with him.  I could see he was dealing with a range
of emotions.

He has a fine smooth flat chest with a treasure trail of light brown hair
leading down to a wonderful bush.  No trimming here -- just the full meal
deal.

I started with a massage around his pubic area and then gently started to
jack him off just a bit.  It took a while but he started to get hard and
his mushroom head poked through his hood.  In just a couple of minutes
Mason was totally hard, straight as an arrow and ready for his warrior to
see some action.  He was at full attention and the battlefield was all mine
-- at least I was hoping it was.  He was probably just shy of seven inches,
had a nice pair of balls and had nothing to be shy about.

I raised his rod up to brush some of the hair away and I wrapped my hand
around him.  I started with a slow up and down motion.  He was really hard
and I was enjoying the intimate experience with him.  He started to relax
and both of us were seriously enjoying this experience.

I continued with this rhythm -- sometimes stopping to rest and to massage
his sac.  I wanted to make this last as long as possible (both for him and
me) and for Mason to experience a sweet relief of pent up tension, anxiety
and his male juice.  He was starting to leak pre-cum and I could feel his
warrior tense up every so often and then release.  I looked at Mason and he
would have this funny look of pressure on his face, and then a sweet look
of relief every time the feeling would happen.

With one hand the motion of the jack-off was happening and with my other
hand, I started to play with his sac and run my fingers through his pubic
mound a bit more.  Mason had a bit of a grin on his face during this but
kept his eyes closed all the time.  I massaged just below his sac and this
brought some groans.

No words had yet to be spoken between the two of us.

After a few minutes of some solid stroking, I could feel the tightening in
his warrior and I knew Mason was getting closer.  He still had his eyes
closed and had no eye contact with me yet.  I wondered what he was thinking
about ... relations with his wife or was he just enjoying the ride.

I stopped for a bit and let him rest.  He was so hard and so ready to
shoot, but I wanted the feelings to last longer and deeper -- ready for the
shot of his lifetime.  I ran my hand up and down his leg, massaged his
thigh and still played in his field of pubic hair -- I was careful not to
touch his manhood.

I started up again and Mason decided to help with the motion of the session
and I knew his explosion was very close.  I slowed down hoping to prolong
the experience with him.  I decided to stop and wipe all the pre-cum away.
I wiped it all around his almost purple head and Mason grinned.  I let his
warrior rest and just looked at Mason as he lay there.

"Uncle Jeremy ... I'm almost ready to cum."

I started to jack him off and as he tensed up, I shoved my thumb just
underneath his head to stop the eminent feeling of ejaculation.  The look
on Mason's face was a confusing one.  Ready to shoot, but the canon was
plugged and not allowed to shoot the load.

I let him rest for just a bit and started to jack him off again.  Mason
tensed up again after a couple of minutes and I stopped.

"No, don't stop -- I need to cum." He said.  I started back with a slower
rhythm.  Mason tensed up and got really hard.  A great feeling for me in my
hand and I can't imagine what he was feeling.

The first eruption of his white thick juice landed just under his chin - he
seriously needed this relief.  Mason was breathing heavier now and the
subsequent shots landed about midway up his stomach.  He started to breathe
normally and there was less coming out now.  I continued to jack him off
until his warrior started to go a bit soft in my hand and I knew he was
done.

Mason opened his eyes and grinned at me.  I was in a state of readiness
myself, but I wasn't going to ask him to reciprocate.  He lay there quietly
and I looked at him with cum all over his chest and his hooded warrior now
starting to retreat from the battle.  All his hair really turned me on but
I didn't want to show it.

I grabbed some Kleenex and started to clean him up.  I gently took his
warrior in my hand and cleaned up what was still oozing out a bit.

"Oh -- be careful Uncle.  That's tender." He grinned.

He looked very relaxed and had a warm glow about his face.  I stood up and
moved away from the bed.  Mason lay there for just a bit looking at himself
and then locking eyes with me.  Don't know if he saw the lump in my pants,
but there was nothing said.

He stood up and his warrior that, just a few minutes ago was ready for
battle, was now a soldier at peace and at ease.  I looked at him for one
last time and he is a very fine looking young man.

Mason sat up and grabbed his t-shirt and put it on.  He stood up and
grabbed his boxers next and finally his pants.  He put himself together and
said he should be getting back to his parent's house.

I asked him if we needed to talk about anything else and he said no -- it
was all good and he was fine.  Everything would work out.

I walked Mason to the front door.  He knelt down to put his shoes on and I
mussed his thick head of hair just like I used to when he was a little boy.
His hair was so soft I wanted to run my fingers through it for a long
time. That really would have made me cream my jeans.

He looked up at me ... "Thanks Uncle Jeremy ... thanks a lot!" and he
laughed.

He stood up and smoothed his sandy locks -- checked himself out in the
mirror and he was ready to leave.  I pulled him close to me and gave him a
big hug.

"I love you." I told him.

"I love you too." He said.

"See you again soon -- keep in touch and let me know how life is
happening." I said.

"I will Uncle Jeremy -- I will." Mason said.

With that, he opened the front door and he was gone.  I watched him drive
away and with a wave, he drove gone.

We talk all the time.



Thanks for reading my first story.  Comments are welcome.