Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2006 16:59:57 -0600 (GMT-06:00)
From: Adam Pollard <appolinard@earthlink.net>
Subject: Nephew Signal

I am Adam Sedgwick, age 66, and live on a small estate in the back country
of one of Connecticut's richer towns. The household is made up of myself,
my 13-year-old nephew Devon, who has been with me since my younger brother
and his wife were killed in a car wreck two years ago, my houseman /
chauffeur Bagwell, and my housekeeper / cook Marie.

Devon had his own well-equipped bedroom with ensuite bath. But, within a
couple of months of moving in with me we had become intimate and he slept
in my bed most nights. If I was away on a trip he would generally sleep in
his own bed. I had a silent signaling system that would flash a small
indicator light over the inside of his bedroom door if I desired his
company after dark.

Returning from a three-day trip very late on a Friday evening, I showered
and got into my empty bed. After sleeping for a couple of hours I woke up
about 3 am feeling horny. I threw off the bedclothes and started playing
with myself. In short order I had a full erection, but no matter how
vigorously I stroked it and squeezed my thighs together I couldn't get my
nut. I was no longer as excitable as I had been even five years previous. I
knew that if I got up, turned on my PC and watched stills of gay sex action
the visual stimulation along with the physical stimulation would be enough
to bring me to orgasm. But I was a little tired and the bed was too
comfortable. So I pressed the button to flash the signal light in Devon's
bedroom. I had no idea whether he would be awake and notice it. Ten minutes
later he slipped naked into my room and was able to see in the dim light
what kind of attention I needed.

"Hi, Uncle. You're back. Do you need some help getting off?"

"Yes, Devon, honey. Be an angel and give me some head. I need a little
stimulation to achieve climax."

"Sure thing," he said, walking over to where he could give me a
welcome-home kiss. Then he circled the foot of the bed and climbed up so
that his head was at my crotch. His warm, wet mouth felt wonderful as it
enveloped my shaft. Under my tutelage Devon had turned into a natural born
cocksucker, much to my never-ending joy. He stroked the base of my dick
with one of his small hands and tickled my balls with the other, all the
time fellating me with his hot mouth. As he slurped, I moaned and groaned
to express my sexual pleasure. Within two minutes I erupted in his mouth,
shooting ropes of hot sperm to the back of his tongue. He swallowed it
greedily and then gently suctioned out the last oozes of my semen.

"Thank you, baby. Pull up the covers over us. I'll return the favor in the
morning."

"You're welcome. G'night."