Date: Sat, 25 Sep 2004 21:07:23 -0500
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Nephew's Surprise #2

Nephew's Surprise #2
by Xavier

Note: The following is a fictional story involving consensual sex between
an adult male relative and a minor.  The usual warnings and comments apply.

Please feel free to contact me at xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk Daniel
still came over for visits but didn't seem too interested in
our. . . special playing, so I never pushed it, even though the sight of
him drove me wild with lust sometimes.  We had always had a clothing
optional rule at my house, and sometimes he liked to avail himself of the
freedom offered at my home that wasn't available at his own.  So I enjoyed
from a distance.  One day I was home washing dishes when the phone rang.

"Hey Unc it's me."

"Hey Danny, how are you?"

"Fine.  I was . . . wondering if I could drop by."

"Have you checked in at home?"

A loud sigh followed by "Yes, of course Great Nag."

"Watch it boy" I said laughing along with him.  "Have you had dinner?"

"No, just got out of practice."  Daniel was on the soccer team and was, in
my wholly unbiased opinion I assure you, their top player.  Well, one of
the top at least.

"K, drive carefully."

A few moments later I hear a knock at the door, and then in walks Daniel,
still in his soccer uniform.  I greet him with a hug and then look at him.
"Boy, you weren't kidding about just now getting out of practice."

Grinning ear to ear, "Told ya.  Can I shower before dinner?"

"Of course.  Didn't realize you planned on staying that long, but glad to
have you over as always" I state tousling his hair.

"Well, actually, if it's OK, I'm planning on spending the night."

This he had not done since he started becoming Mr. Popular in school.  "Oh,
OK.  No problem at all."

He grins at me and then walks toward the guest room.  Had I stayed watching
that fine ass of his a little longer I would've noticed him bypass the
guest room and set his stuff down in my bedroom.  Probably just as good I
didn't notice though.

He soon joined me in the kitchen dressed in jeans and a T-shirt.  I was
cutting up some veggies when I felt his nicely toned arms wrap around my
midsection in a big hug. "I've missed you Unc."

I squeeze his hand.  "I've missed you too Danny.  Must be hard work being
the campus stud."  I laugh as he playfully smacks me in the head.  We sit
down and enjoy dinner and small talk.

"Hey Unc, would you do me a favor?"

"Sure.  What do you need?"

"A massage.  My legs and back are killing me.  Coach has been working our
asses off."  I wouldn't mind that job myself, but he probably meant it in a
different way than my dirty mind envisioned.

"Sure.  You know where my table is set up.  Go ahead and get comfortable,
and I'll be right in."  I got up to put the dishes in the sink while he
headed toward my home office and noticed the beginning of a decent-sized
tent in my shorts.  "Wonderful" I thought.  I did some deep breathing
exercises to calm myself down.  Just the very idea of touching those
youthful muscles was almost too much to bear.

I headed down the hallway.  As I entered the room I noticed his jeans and
boxers sitting on the chair.  I quickly glance at the table and am treated
to a great view of his buns mounted on the table like two beautiful mounds.
He had really filled out well as he had grown up.  Nice and toned.  All
that outdoor practice had given him not only a hot body but a beautifully
bronze hue.  "Get a grip Ted.  Get a grip."  I thought.  Of myself I meant.

I got some massage oil, spread it on his back and went to work.  I avoided
getting too close to his cheeks mostly because I didn't know how he would
respond.  OK, I was chicken shit, but that's not the point.  I didn't want
to push him where I wasn't sure he'd want to go.  Even though I was dying
to stick my hand beneath his pelvis and grab that fine rod of his.  I
continued stroking his muscles, enjoying every curve, the feeling of his
smooth skin beneath my hands.

"Can you get my lower back too Unc?"

I catch myself gulping.  "You bet" I weakly respond, hands almost shaking.
I begin to rub his lower back, focusing more attention than I had planned
in the curve that gently sloped upward toward the peak of those beautiful
ass mounds.  I elicited a moan from him which sent my tent into full
attention.  I decided to move to his legs.  It was hard to not
"accidentally" rub against his ball sack as I was massaging his legs.
Especially when he parted his legs in response to my kneading.  His balls
looked bigger than I had remembered and had just the right amount of pubes
on them.  Realizing I was staring and therefore not moving down his legs
more, I continued on down, finished his legs and went back up to his
shoulders.  I was lost in my pleasure too much to notice that my crotch was
rubbing against his arm that was hanging over the side of the massage
table.

Self consciously, I stepped back a bit cursing myself silently.  But only
for a short moment as I felt his hand on my leg.  He was slowly stroking my
legs, playing with the hair and advancing upward toward my groin.  I
continued massaging him as my dick got even harder (if that's possible).
Then I felt his hand on my dick through my shorts.  He was playing with the
head ever so gently, driving me wild.  I looked toward his head, and he
twisted his head so he could see my face and then gave me that smile that I
remember oh so well from the 1st day we began our games.

"It's been a long time Unc."

"Yes, I know" I stammered, my hands now stroking those perfect ass cheeks,
slowly moving my hands to his balls while he moved his hand away and then
up the leg of my shorts until he had his hand on my cock.

"I think you need to lose those shorts."

Not answering verbally, I quickly stripped off all my clothes and threw
them . . . well somewhere.  "I can always find them later" I mused.  His
hand was now tugging on my dick.  I looked at him as he rolled onto his
side.  He was pulling my dick to his mouth.  I immediately obliged him and
made things easier for him and then felt his luscious lips wrap around my
shaft and engulf my dick.  His head went up and down my rod slowly but
hungrily at the same time.  I bent down to put that dick I've missed so
much into my mouth.  It required some adjustment, but we made it work.

"Unc, I think it's time we moved to your room."

I reluctantly took my mouth off of that wonderful, 8-inch dick and walked
toward the room with Daniel right behind me, his piece of meat jutting out
in front of him as if some way pointing the path.  When we got into the
room, I turned around and he planted his mouth on mine, kissing me almost
savagely, stealing my air, his tongue almost fucking my mouth.  I then felt
his hands on my shoulders.  He pulled his head away and I felt his hands
guiding me down.  I quickly sank to my knees, staring eye to eye with that
straight arrow between his legs.  His hands went behind my head and pulled
me into him.  I wasted no time in swallowing his piece of meat to the hilt
until his pubes were tickling my nose.

"Oh shit" I heard him gasp as he began rocking his hips, fucking my mouth.
I relaxed my neck and allowed him to guide, my lips flying up and down his
shaft, noisily sucking while his balls banged against my chin and I inhaled
that scent of soap on his skin.  I sucked him like he was life itself.
When he pulled out, I felt stunned, witless.  "Uncle, I think it's time you
bent over."

I silently rose and obeyed, bending over my bed.  He knew where I kept the
lube in my night stand and helped himself.  "I've missed this Uncle."  His
mouth covered mine before I could reply.  This time he kissed me
passionately, while his fingers invaded by ass, prepping me for his large
tool.  The appetizer before the main course.  Then he positioned himself
behind me, spread my cheeks, his firm dick greeting my hole, kissing it and
then moving forward, penetrating.  I felt him slide inside me until he was
all the way in and his groin was against my ass.  He leaned down, kissing
my neck, slowly withdrawing and then feeding it back to me.  Our mouths met
and we kissed with the fire of the moment, his pumping becoming more rapid.

His hands slid down the length of my sides and he raised himself up, put
his hands on my hips and then began pumping in earnest, his rod moving back
and forth like a piston, hammering away at my ass.  I was on fire, clawing
at the blanket on my bed in pure ecstasy while my hunk of a nephew fucked
my ass wildly, making up for lost time.  I reached back, grabbing the back
of his muscular thighs encouraging him onward.  He now pumped even more
feverishly, our bodies slapping together, his shaft burying itself deeper
inside me as if he was trying to climb into me.  I felt his muscles get
tighter and his body stiffen and then felt his warmth explode within me.
He seemed to cum forever, shot after shot, his breathing ragged and noisy,
the smell of sweat permeating the air and then he was on top of me, kissing
my neck again.

"Oh gawd Uncle Ted.  Oh my gawd."  His hands clasped mine.  A tender
intimacy that was a perfect accompaniment to the moment.  I loved the feel
of his toned chest and abs on my back, his sweaty hair resting on my neck.
I could feel every breath he took as he recovered.  His large, firm hands,
clasping mine were reassuring and loving.

When he got up off me, I was sad to feel him leave.  I could've stayed that
way forever.  "Allow me" I hear him say as his hands take hold of my nuts
and dick.  "Turn over."  I move on top of the bed, lying down on my back.
I look up and see his gorgeous grin, the sweat beading up on that perfectly
formed body as he stands between my legs, his hand firmly on my dick.  He
bends down and playfully nibbles at my nipples, kissing my chest, and
moving down until his mouth finds my dick where he takes me into his mouth
again, his heavenly green eyes looking up at me as he slowly goes up and
down my shaft.

Once again I am totally lost in ecstasy while my 16-year-old nephew gives
me the best blow of my life.  My head is rolling back and forth as he
continues servicing me.  I can feel it building up and weakly warn him
"Danny, I'm about to cum."  When I expect him to lift up, he instead picks
up speed, deep throating me and playing with my balls.  I unleash my load
into his mouth, unable to keep the dam from bursting any longer.  He gags a
bit but continues full speed ahead until my spasming dick has stopped
shooting.  As he lifts his head off my dick, he smiles at me again and
kisses me gently on the forehead.  "That was great Unc.  I hope you're
ready for more."

I don't know what to say.  Still in shock.  "Well, yeah, OK."  Which is met
with his chuckles, as he lies down next to me, looking into my eyes,
melting me to the core.

"We don't have to if you don't want to."

"Oh no.  I definitely, DEFINITELY want more" I reassure him.  "I'm just
surprised.  You haven't done anything like this since you were 14.  And you
never took . . . charge so much of things."

"I went through a phase where I was worried our `playing' would make me
gay.  I like pussy, but I also like what we do.  But I don't really feel it
with other guys.  Just you.  It's our special thing I guess.  I just needed
time to be OK with that and realize I could still have fun with you and not
be gay."

I lift my hand to his face and gently stroke his cheek with my fingers.
"My Danny."  We kiss again as I trace down from his cheek to his rounded
shoulder, down his muscular arms and hand, onto his tight thigh and down to
his growing cock.  We spent a lot of time in the room, and other places in
the house and in the pool.  To this day I still don't know where I found
the stamina to keep up with him.  Damn those teenage hormones.  But I am
NOT complaining.

Danny continued to come over regularly.  Sometimes just to visit, sometimes
just for "fun," and sometimes for both.  There were a lot of times when he
was dating where he would drop over frustrated and need some help from his
very willing Uncle Ted.  When he announced his upcoming marriage when he
was 23, I was a bit sad but still happy for him.  I was the first family
member he visited after their return from their honeymoon.  When he walked
in the door, I hugged him and while we hugged I felt his hands go down my
pants and knew that he would always be "My Danny."