Date: Fri, 8 Aug 2008 14:33:40 -0300
From: Matt Swimmers <subboyns@gmail.com>
Subject: Uncles Seduction

	Hey all! Sorry it's been so long since I've posted anything, been
going through some crazy stuff here, but it seems to be over now. Not sure
if I'm going to be making another part to this one, although I love the
characters and setting... so you never know. Anyways, if you have any
questions, comments or concerns, feel free to mail me at
subboyns@gmail.com. And of course, if you like this one, check out my other
stories on here!
	The usual disclaimers apply, if you're not old enough to be reading
this, or if consensual sex between an older man and a younger man offends
you,please don't read on!



	I was so happy a few years back when my brother Carl broke up with
his domineering bitch of a wife, Marlene. She controlled him for the ten
years of their marriage, and it got even worse when their son Nathan was
born. For the first few years of his life, I was allowed to see him, until
she got it in her head that Nathan would be corrupted by his 'fag uncle',
and then i was shut out, except for large family gatherings and the
occasional holiday visit.
	"Sorry Rick, you know how she gets..." Carl tried to explain it to
me at first. He truly was torn, but I was a little miffed he was taking her
side in all of this.
	"Yeah, she's a whore." I said simply. Carl had accepted me
immediately when I told him I was gay, back when I was 15 and he was 18.
	"I know you and her don't get along, I'm sure this thing will all
blow over soon."  Soon, yeah. For the next seven years I barely saw my
nephew, or my brother.
	When Nathan was around six, she started drinking heavy. By his
eighth birthday, she was passed out in the den every night, a bottle of
vodka or wine somewhere near her sprawled out body. Carl called me all in a
panic a few weeks later, where he poured out most of the story.
	"She said she was going to get cleaned up last year." I suppressed
a laugh.  "Nathan found her passed out downstairs last week, and you know
what he did? He cleaned up the bottles and covered her up with a blanket,
then went upstairs sobbing. The kid feels sorry for her!"
	"At least one of us does."
	"That's the thing bro... I don't anymore. I go downstairs every
night, and I just want to slap her." That kind of surprised me, Carl wasn't
a violent man. "I just want to shake her and ask if she sees what she's
doing to us."
	"Why don't you try that, without the slapping and shaking?" I
asked.
	The next week she was in rehab, then out again a few weeks
later. Then back in, then out, then in, then out for the next few months,
till finally in June, Carl left her. I could have thrown a party that
night, but it ended up just being Carl and Nathan coming to visit me,
followed by a night of drinking.
	Turns out Nathan was quite happy to see me, as we showed him around
my property. I'm a writer by trade, and the money I'd made from some of my
novels was enough to get me a nice house in the country, along with a nice
stretch of woods and lake to go along with it. Nathan was understandably
happy, as any eight year old boy would be with a forest to explore. He
already looked like his father at that age.
	"And over there is an island I like to go camping on." I said,
pointing across the lake.
	"Oh my god dad, we have to go!" He practically shouted, pointing
across the lake at the island.
	"It's called Bear's Island, apparently the Indians that used to
live here named it that, since they used to go hunting around here."
Although more than one of my exes has said it's because I looked so good on
the island naked, hence why I don't shave my chest!
	"Are there bears?" Nathan said, looking around nervously. Carl and
I both laughed, how this boy could go from excited to frightened in less
than five seconds.
	Later that night, after we put Nathan to bed, Carl spent the night
drinking ferociously, and giving me the story of his broken down
marriage. He also spent a good deal of time apologizing to me, even after I
told him it was fine.
	"I mean, how could I let her come between us? We were close as shit
when we were younger!" Not one for drunken metaphors, my brother.
	"Truth be told Carl, a few years ago I would be relishing this, but
now I'm just glad you two escaped from that witch."
	"And all her talk of how you were going to corrupt our boy. What
bullshit!" He slammed his beer down. "I mean, who gives a shit what Nathan
turns out to be, I doubt being around a gay man is going to change his
sexuality anyway." Another swig.
	"I don't think it would really make a difference, aside from me
teaching the kid how to dress." I smiled. Carl laughed like a madman.
	"Besides, I hope he turns out gay, then he won't have to deal with
bitches like Marlene!" He howled with laughter. I laughed too, in that
ironic way that you can only laugh at drunks, so full of their own drunken
power they have full conviction over their words.
	In the morning, after Carl had quite a few coffees, we decided to
take Nathan out to the island for a visit and a swim. His eyes lit up like
candles when he first saw the canoe and paddles.
	"Wow dad, this is amazing!"
	"I've put him in a few day camps during the summers, he knows his
way around a canoe." Carl said proudly.
	"Oh good, we can teach your old man a thing or two." I winked at
Nathan, mussing his dirty blond hair. He laughed, and Carl stuck his tongue
out at me. It took us about half an hour to get to the beach, Carl and I
carrying the canoe, and another half an hour to get to the island once we
were in the water. I was tired as hell by the time the trip was over.
	Once we got there, I stretched out on the small beach, facing the
other side of the lake.
	"Shall we wake you in an hour?" Carl said sarcastically.
	"Make it two." I said, pulling my cap over my eyes. Before I could
actually fall asleep, Nathan was pulling on my arm.
	"Come on Uncle Rick! You have to show me around the island!" I
could have cried tears of joy at the sound of the kid calling me Uncle
Rick, but I swallowed them down, got up and showed the two around the
island. It wasn't much to see, a bit of woods, a bit of beach and some more
woods. Really you could walk around it in ten minutes.
	Nathan was amazed though. He spent the next three hours running
around the place, marveling at the trees and rocks. Carl and I were glad to
eventually load him back into the canoe and head home.
	Soon it was time for them to get back to the city, Nathan had
soccer practice and Carl had to eventually get back to work.
	"Can we come back next weekend Dad?" He asked excitedly.
	"Um..." He looked in my direction.
	"Sure thing!" I piped up, glad to have my estranged nephew taking
such an interest in me.
	And so it began, soon they were spending all the time they could
out at my place. Carl would even drop Nathan off overnight, something
Nathan enjoyed the hell out of. I started teaching Nathan how to play the
guitar, something I did quite a lot, especially in the summer air outdoors,
and in a few years we had quite the little jam group going.
	Carl joined in a few times as well, singing or playing along on a
small drum he'd bought.
	"We can call ourselves the Bear Island Boys!" Nathan said once. We
were camping out on the island (which was a prerequisite of most of their
trips now), and Carl had just finished a rousing sea shanty he'd learned
for us. From that night on, The Bear Island Boys performed frequent shows,
either on their island, or at my place.
	That same night, I got a shock. Nathan turned to me and asked; "So
Uncle Rick, why don't you have a boyfriend?"
	I nearly dropped my hot dog in the fire. "I didn't know you knew I
was gay Nathan." I said honestly.
	"Sure! Mom told me years ago." Again, I nearly fainted. What fucked
up things did he think about me? "I asked why I couldn't see you that much,
I liked seeing you at the family Christmas dinner, and I thought it was
weird you were never around. So I asked. She said some pretty mean things,
not just about you, but about gay guys in general."
	"But of course, I went upstairs after dinner and told him the
truth." Carl interjected.
	"I didn't believe it anyways, I couldn't figure out why she'd get
so angry about that." Nathan looked into the fire. "Dad told me it was
because of her religion."
	"Ugh." I said. "Religion causes more problems than it's worth. I
told you not to hook up with the churchy girl Carl!" I said, waggling my
cigarette at him.
	"That's when I stopped going to church." Nathan said. We sat in
silence for a few seconds. "I told mom that I couldn't believe in a God
that would say to hate people for no reason. She freaked out. A few weeks
later she started drinking..." His eyes started to well up with tears.
	"I told you son, don't blame yourself for that." Carl said, putting
his arm around the boy. He quickly wiped his eyes.
	"I know dad, I know."
	"She was a drinker long before I met her, it was that stupid church
that was supposed to have cured her."
	"Sorry Uncle Rick, I don't usually lose it like that." He smiled
over at me.
	"No problem Nathan, you ever want to get something off your chest,
let me know. Want a cigarette?" I jokingly offered my pack to the boy, who
was only twelve at the time. Carl threw a hot dog at me, and in a few
minutes we were back to the music.
	After Nathan fell asleep that night, Carl and I were having one
last smoke before we went to bed.
	"He still blames himself for her downfall." Carl said. "It breaks
my fucking heart."
	"What do you think caused it?" I asked.
	"She told me afterwards. She thought he was going to turn out gay."
He let that hang in the air for a moment. "That's why he turned his back on
the church, she said. I told her she was full of shit. She said she
couldn't bear to see how she'd failed him, and that's why she started
drinking. Same old Marlene, blaming anyone, even her own son, before
herself."
	"That's rough bro." I said, putting my arm around him, much like he
had to his son earlier. "I had no idea."
	"It's fine... she's long gone now. Moved to the states I guess,
hooked up with some trailer park dude. Sends us a Christmas card every
year. I throw it out before Nathan can see."
	We threw our smokes into the water, turning towards camp. "I just
hope he stops blaming himself soon. It's not his fault he was born to such
a crazy woman."
	"He will Carl. He will."
	I talked with Nathan about it privately the next week when he was
down. He said that he was slowly getting over it. My heart went out to this
poor boy, who seemed much older than his twelve years as he talked about
his lost mother, and how sometimes he couldn't help blaming himself.
	"Why does her church hate you so much?" He asked, with the
innocence only a boy can have.
	"Truthfully, I've never understood myself..."
	Aside from that, the times were happy.

	Something strange happened as Nathan got older though, which I
hated myself for. As he developed into a young man, I began to notice him
in a different light. The excitable boy I knew had grown into a strapping
young lad, his body toned and tanned from his rowing competitions and
soccer, his childish grin growing into a square jaw, which no doubt would
soon be covered in stubble like mine or his fathers.
	Truthfully he was looking more and more like his father and I every
day. Strangers sometimes mistook me as his father. I did look quite similar
to Carl, both of us with our short brown hair and green eyes. I kept a
goatee whilst Carl was clean shaven, but we both had the same brown hair
all over our bodies.  Now, at 38, I was probably in the best shape of my
life. I might not have had the tone that Nathan did, but I was slender.
	Nathan kept his hair a little on the shaggy side, somehow it always
looked tousled. He was now 16, and still loved romping around my
place. Carl had gotten a promotion at his firm and worked a lot more now,
so Nathan was spending most of the summer with me.
	At first, it was wonderful to have him around, even if I was
slightly distracted every time he got out of the lake, his body glistening
in the sunlight (or moonlight if we went at night), the little brown hairs
on his stomach leading down into his swim trunks, joining up with the hairs
beyond...
	Needless to say I had to be on my guard. I never popped a hard on
while he was around or anything, but every night I had to jerk off at least
once. And every night was the same, I would try to watch porn, or think of
a time with an ex, or just think of some random guy, but my thoughts always
came back to Nathan.
	Heaven help me if I caught a glimpse of him in the hallway on his
way to bed. He wore boxers to bed, and the occasional t-shirt or wife
beater, but mostly shirtless.
	Somehow the cotton of his boxers seemed more erotic than bare
flesh, seeing it drape over his bubble butt, or seeing the swaying of his
package in the front of them.
	This was a new thing too this year, every other time he'd been here
it was always pajamas, night after night, he even wore them to bed. Now I
wake up in the morning and he's usually sprawled across his bed, the sheets
kicked off in the night, his boxers exposed.
	I'd always been an underwear fan, and the hot boy down the hallway
in his boxers wasn't helping any. I fondled my own package in my boxers,
picturing the ones of his I'd seen the past few nights. The first night was
a red cotton pair, simple but sexy. The next night was a patterned pair,
palm trees, blue on white. Juvenile, but they worked for him. He also wore
a wife beater that night, white and almost see through.
	Tonight had been a pair I'd seen peeking out of his pants before
and loved, a pair of white Hanes boxer briefs. They hugged every inch of
his form, every contour was on display. I fished my cock out of my boxers,
rubbing the precum around under my foreskin.
	Was Nathan cut? Or uncut like me and his dad? Questions like that
floated through my mind as I jacked myself off. Did he walk around at home
in his boxers, or did he usually slip into some pajamas in the morning like
he did here? Was he jerking off too? Thinking of some chick from his
school, sliding his cock into her mouth or pussy?
	Would he leave those boxer briefs on while he fucked her? His cute
little ass bobbing up and down as he thrusts in and out of her? What if he
is jerking off right now? What if we cum at the same time, his thick white
jets spurting up over his chest. Would he leave the boxer briefs on while
he jerked off? Would he pull them down over his cock and balls, or use the
fly like I was doing?
	If she was going to give him a blow job, would she kiss it through
his boxers first? Would she request a special pair? Would she give him a
special pair? I would definitely. Silk. A boy like that deserves silk on
his cock.
	It wasn't long before I was shooting my load, trying not to scream
as I shot. Like the past few nights, I cleaned up, got back into bed and
sighed. I was having these sick fantasies about my nephew! Who was sixteen!
God, I could get locked up for that shit.
	I mean, I was no prude, lord knows I've had my share of sex. But to
think of my sixteen year old family like that? I'd never thought Carl was
sexy or anything, or any of my uncles, or my dad. Why the sudden burst of
incestuous lust? A mid-life crisis? God telling me I need to get back out
there and get laid? I rolled over, tucked my cock back into my boxers and
fell asleep.

	Of course, the next morning I was up before Nathan. I always was. I
slipped into my pajamas and headed down the hall. There he was, sprawled
out on the bed, although he was back in his palm tree boxers. His package
looked a little tented too. My cock sprang to life, aching to get
release. I slipped quietly into his room.
	He was going to be with me for a few weeks this trip, and had
practically moved into this room. His laptop was on the desk, and his
clothes littered the floor. I spied the white boxer briefs from the night
before, crumpled up beside the bed. I reached down and nearly blew my load
there. The crotch was damp. I picked up the boxers, and hurried back to my
room, shutting the door.
	I tried to stop myself, I really did. But before I could think too
hard, Nathan's boxers were up in my face. The smell was divine, the
dampness was definitely cum, mixed in with a little bit of teenaged
sweat. I laid them down on my bed and sank to my knees, licking at the
still damp crotch. I pushed my pajamas and boxers down, rubbing the crisp
white cotton down my hairy chest and wrapping it around my cock, giving it
a tug or two.
	I laid down, kicking off the remnants of my pants, fisting my cock
hard. I had the boxers open to the inside crotch, and was licking at the
remains of Nathan's cum. My god it was amazing, like nectar. I was like the
girl I was thinking about last night, reverently kissing at Nathan's
package. It wasn't long before my throbbing cock exploded, covering my
chest in jizz. I laid there for a few minutes letting my orgasm soak
through my body.
	Then it hit me. It was bad enough that I was jerking off thinking
about Nathan, but now I was stealing his underwear? Sniffing and licking it
while I jacked off? It seemed so wrong somehow. I quickly cleaned myself
off, threw my pajamas back on and a t-shirt, and went downstairs to make
breakfast. I threw Nathan's boxer briefs back into his room on the way.
	I fried up some eggs and tried not to think of how much of a
pervert I was. My cock was still half hard, remembering the taste of
Nathan's cum. It seemed like the bacon and eggs couldn't wash the taste of
it out of my mouth.
	"Hey Uncle Rick." His voice shattered my contemplation.
	"Hey Nathan." Lucky me, he'd thrown on pajamas and a white
t-shirt. Yes Nathan, keep yourself covered, keep my lecherous eyes off of
your skin.
	We said little over breakfast, Nathan was never quite awake until
he'd had his food and coffee in the morning. "Gotta piss." He piped up
after the meal, heading down the hallway. Damn, he didn't close the door.
	I could see it in my minds eye, his flaccid cock jutting out from
above his pajama bottoms, the golden stream arcing into the bowl.
	Fuck. I almost slapped myself. Now I was thinking about my nephews
piss? And how erotic it was? Jesus I needed help. And I needed it soon,
since Nathan was supposed to be with me for another two weeks.
	"So what's the plan for today?" He came back and sat down across
the little wooden table from me. His eyes, my god.
	"No idea. I was thinking we'd just hang around, maybe watch a movie
or something."
	"Boring!" He said, gathering up the dishes. "I was kind of hoping
we'd go out to Bear Island today, maybe even camp there tonight."
	"I dunno Nathan, it's supposed to storm tomorrow." Alone with him
in a tent? Could I handle that? I don't know.
	"Oh we can handle a little rain, the tent's been waterproofed." He
smiled at me from the sink. I couldn't resist the smile. He saw the
resignation on my face and laughed. "I knew you couldn't resist." If only
you knew Nathan, if only you knew.

	We set out in the late afternoon, by now it was a quick fifteen
minute trip out to the island for us. Nathan's muscled arms easily
propelled the boat. We had to make two trips to carry all the stuff we
wanted, but it was worth it.
	Nathan had chosen a nice outfit for the day, a tight black tank top
and khaki cargo shorts. Every time he bent over I got a glimpse of his
boxers, blue striped Joe Boxers. I caught my breath every time the
waistband came into view, let alone the cotton beneath. I'd dressed almost
the same, except it was a black muscle shirt I had on. And my shorts
weren't exposing my black CK boxer briefs every time I moved.
	By the second trip back, we were both pretty sweaty, and of course
Nathan peeled off his tiny shirt once we got the boat unloaded.
	"Shit it's hot out today." He said, wiping his brow with his
discarded shirt. Bits of hair under his arms sending a tickle down my
spine.
	"Such language." He shot up his middle finger at me. "If only your
dad could hear you."
	"Dad says worse things to the TV when his team is losing."
	"True." I conceded, helping him unpack our small tent. The tent was
barely big enough for the three of us, but it seemed great for two
people. We threw our sleeping bags and back packs in the tent, and went
about getting the site ready.
	A couple of years ago I'd had Carl and Nathan help me drag some
wood out here, we built a serviceable picnic table and a few benches around
the fire pit. We set up a semi-permanent camping spot, on the grass just
above the beach. It gave us access to the small trails and the beach all at
once, Nathan's request.
	"Mind if I have one?" Nathan asked, opening up the cooler and
taking out a beer. Part of me said to stop him, but part of me knew he
treasured not having his father here, he treasured having me treat him like
a friend, and not a child. Of course he flashed the smile too...
	"Go ahead." I said with a mock sigh. "Just make sure there's enough
left for me."
	He laughed and cracked open the can, taking a huge swig. The
muscles in his arm flexed and the teasing bit of hair flashed in front of
me again. It was strange how everything he did seemed to be erotic, from
the movement of his arm to his pants slung low around his waist.
	I busied myself clearing off the benches and table, tossing aside
the twigs and detritus of the few weeks we'd left it last.
	"So, hows about we go for a swim?" Nathan asked excitedly. I didn't
notice but he'd gone into the tent, and had come out wearing his swim
trunks, white board shorts with blue and orange stripes down the side. Of
course, the ever present boxers were sticking up an inch or so above the
shorts. I don't know who decided that was stylish, but I wanted to give
them my eternal thanks.
	"Yeah I'll join you in a minute or two." I said. He was already in
the water, splashing around and swimming out. His long hair matted down
over his forehead and practically in his eyes. I went to the tent quickly
to change. Nathan had convinced me to buy a pair of board shorts last year,
mine were solid black though.
	"Almost stylish." Nathan had said about my choice of shorts. "I
thought your people knew all about style." His dad had nearly had a fit in
the store, but Nathan and I just laughed.
	"I can't believe you let him joke about that." Carl said to me
while Nathan was in the changing room.
	"It's better than him not talking about it at all, or being scared
to death of it."
	"Good point... he's getting your sense of humor..." Carl said with
a grimace. I was still laughing when Nathan came out of the changing room a
few minutes later.
	I took a deep breath and left the tent, slipping back into my
sandals. I took a towel from my bag and set it down on the beach, laying
down to get some sun. I was plenty tanned already, but a little extra never
hurt.
	"You're going to have some wicked tan lines with those shorts!"
Nathan called from the water. I sat up, covering my eyes against the glare
of the sun on the water.
	"It's OK, I usually tan naked when I'm alone. Thanks for the
concern though." I flipped him off jokingly. I laid back down and closed my
eyes, surprised to hear Nathan quite close to me all of a sudden.
	"Yeah, I ended up buying some tightie whities so I could tan at
home in the backyard." He said, spreading out his towel beside me. "Dad got
pissed when he found me naked on the back deck a few times." He laughed. I
rolled over, partially to get some sun on my back, but mostly to cover up
my growing hard on. I thought the boxer briefs were bad, but the image of
Nathan in a tight pair of briefs? Instant arousal.
	"I thought all you boys wore boxers these days." I said, thinking
before I spoke. Do I really want Nathan to tell me all about his underwear
habits? My back was going to be burnt by the time my cock went down.
	"I wear briefs on occasion too." He said, matter of factly. "Good
for sports, jogging, tanning." He stretched out on the towel, his leg
brushing mine. "What about you? I hardly ever see your underwear."
	"Yeah, some of us don't want it hanging out every time we move." I
stuck my tongue out at him. He flashed his smile.
	"Well the ladies like it."
	"I'm sure some of the fellas do too." Another laugh. How can a
laugh be so sexy? "But I usually wear boxers, I have some briefs and a few
other things around, gifts from exes and such."
	"Few other things...?"
	Me and my big mouth. "Like, thongs or jockstraps or something."
	He laughed harder than I'd seen him laugh before. "Man, that's
crazy. I thought chicks were the only ones that liked sexy underwear." He
sat up, leaning back on his arms. The muscles in his chest and arms were
taut, his pale nipples hard in the summer heat.
	"Nope, guys do too." My cock was so hard it hurt.
	"I nearly bought a thong when I got the briefs, figured that would
be better for tanning." Hard as a rock. "But I figured dad would throw it
out."
	"Probably, he's a bit of a prude."
	"True... he freaks out if he sees me around the house in my boxers,
even if I'm going to bed or something." He doesn't know what he's
missing...
	"Shit, I don't care. Walk around in your boxers all day if you want
to." I said. I'm going to get myself in trouble here.
	"Really?"
	"Yeah, I draw the line at total nudity, but feel free to be
yourself and comfortable Nathan. If you want to do something, go ahead." I
smiled up at him, wondering if my smile would have the same effect as his
did on me.
	"Damn, you rock Uncle Rick!" He said, standing up and running back
towards the water. I tried to banish the thoughts of Nathan's briefs from
my mind, eventually it worked. I figured a dip in the water might help calm
me down, so I joined Nathan in the water.
	We swam around for a good hour or so, sometimes chatting, sometimes
in silence.  Nathan told me about all the new music he was getting into, I
told him about the plot for my newest books I was writing.
	We decided it would be a good time for some supper, since the sun
was starting to set. Nathan went to dry off and change first, coming out of
the tent in his khaki shorts from earlier, and the white Hanes boxer briefs
from the night before. Or were they a different pair? Still no shirt, of
course.
	"I'll go get some fire wood, you get dressed!" He said, heading off
to gather up some wood.
	I slipped into a fresh pair of dark blue Hanes boxer briefs and my
own shorts, throwing on a gray t-shirt as well. At the last minute, I
decided to take the t-shirt off, and slung my shorts a little low, showing
off the boxers.
	I went outside as Nathan was getting the fire ready.
	"What do you think?" I asked, pointing to my exposed boxers.
	"Ha! Nice one Uncle Rick... we almost match. I think I have a pair
of those at home."
	"I don't have a white pair." I lamented.
	"I've got quite a few, dad keeps getting them for me. They're comfy
though, so I don't really care." So it must be a fresh pair he had on. Must
keep cock down, must not get hard.
	I changed the subject as we took out our hot dogs and roasted them
over the small fire. Nathan ate a few then took out his guitar.
	"I've been learning a lot of old folky stuff." He said, tuning up.
	"Old for you would be what, early 90s?" He stuck out his tongue at
me.
	"Lots of dad's old stuff, Neil Young, Leonard Cohen, Joni
Mitchell..." He strummed a few chords. "I've been trying to write some of
my own stuff too."
	"Really, I would love to hear it Nathan!" I exclaimed, genuinely
excited. Creativity sort of ran in our family, Carl used to be a fine
painter before he discovered working for a living, and I obviously wrote.
	"Maybe some other time, still working on them, still a little shy."
He blushed.
	"Don't worry about it, but let me know when you're ready, I can't
wait."
	He paused. "Dad said you used to write songs."
	"Oh, years back I did, probably when I was your age."
	"What did you write?"
	"Oh, probably what you'd call Old Folky stuff, songs about the
world, how I thought I fit into it, what needed to change. Your dad called
them my 'dreamer songs'."
	"I'd love to hear them sometime." He said, echoing my statement.
	"Tell you what, once I hear one of yours, I'll do one of mine."
	"It's a deal." He said, smiling. He launched into an old Leonard
Cohen song, one I hadn't heard in years. I took out my own guitar and
started to strum along, singing a harmony to Nathan's lead. His voice had
been deepening in the past few years, I found it much easier to sing with
him now.
	We went through all our old favorites and a few new ones he taught
me. It was now pitch black in the sky, clouds covering up the stars.
	"Looks like we might be getting that storm." Nathan said. A few
songs later, we felt the first few small rain drops.
	"Shit, guess we have to pack it up for the night." He sighed. "Just
when your voice was getting warmed up." He smirked. We made fun of each
other a lot, but it was all in good fun.
	"Let's get these packed away first." I said, putting my guitar back
in it's case. Nathan took them into the tent as I filled our fire dousing
bucket in the lake. "Get the flashlight on, it's gonna get real dark soon."
I said. He turned on a small lamp in the tent and I doused he fire. It was
raining pretty heavy now. Nathan ran past me to the beach, making sure our
boat was secure on land. I closed up the beer cooler and we both ran back
to the tent.
	"Shit!" He said, the both of us now soaked. He slicked his hair
back out of his face and picked up his towel, drying his face. I followed
suit.
	"Told you we were getting a storm." I said, waggling my finger at
him.
	"Yeah, I didn't think we'd get caught in the middle of it though."
He undid his shorts and dropped them quickly, stepping out of them and
drying his legs. Luckily, his boxers weren't so damp they were see through,
or I would have had to have jumped him right there.
	I slowly stepped out of my own shorts, and was drying my legs when
we heard the first crack of thunder. Nathan let out a little yelp.
	"I hate thunder." He said.
	"I used to hide from it when I was a kid." I admitted.
	"Me too." He chuckled. "So now what?"
	"Tent chat?" I was trying to concentrate on something other than
the fact the object of my lust and I were here in our boxer briefs,
standing around in a small tent. I put out the lantern as Nathan stretched
out on his sleeping bag. The crisp white cotton of his boxer briefs was
just barely visible in the darkness. I laid down beside him, our bodies no
more than a foot apart.
	"So what are your songs about?" I asked.
	"I've got a couple on the go, one is a cheesy love song."
	"Aw... don't say that. Love songs are never cheesy." A crack of
thunder in the distance. I felt Nathan jolt a little. "You going to be ok?"
I asked.
	"Sorry Uncle Rick, it's just... thunder and storms bring back bad
memories."
	"Want to talk about it?" Another crash. The rain pattering on the
top of our tent grew in intensity. Nathan rolled over to face me.
	"The night Mom left was a storm, just like this one. Every time I
hear thunder or see lightning it just sort of brings me right back to
then."
	"Do you miss her?" I asked.
	"All the time." He probably had a much more idealized version of
her in his mind than I did, I was very happy to see her gone. There was
another loud snap, almost overhead. I heard Nathan choke back a sob.
	"Don't cry Nathan, come here." I held out my arms, and to my
complete surprise, Nathan came into my arms, his face buried in my neck,
his hands pressed firmly up against my chest. His crotch dangerously close
to mine.
	Try not to think of the smell of his hair, or the warmth of his
body. The air in the tent was cold now from the storm. Hold him tight
against you, yes. His hands are playing with your chest hair, his legs are
wrapping around yours. Don't get hard. Don't get hard.
	"Sorry to lose it like that Uncle Rick..."
	"No need to apologize." I rubbed his back.
	"Just... dad doesn't like me talking about it with him, and I've
tried talking to my friends, they just don't understand. Some of them try,
but it still hurts." I thought he might try to disentangle himself from me,
but he didn't. If anything, his body became more relaxed.
	"I'm here for you Nathan, I've told you that for years now."
	"I know..." He said dreamily. The rain was pounding down hard out
there now, I was glad we'd just waterproofed the tent not too long
ago. Another flash lit up the night.
	"I like being in your arms." He said, fingers wrapping around my
chest hair. I lost control at that point, my cock shooting up like an
arrow. I rolled over a bit, trapping it between my body and the ground.
	"Anytime you need it, let me know." I said. He looked up at me with
a soft smile.
	"I love you Uncle Rick."
	"I love you too Na -" My words were cut off by his lips. My eyes
opened in surprise, his mouth was warmer than the rest of him, and wet. I
pressed him against me, and pried open his lips with my tongue. He let out
a soft moan as our tongues wrestled inside of his mouth. He tasted sweet.
	My hands played down his back, coming to the soft cotton of his
boxers, with his beautiful ass inside. I started to knead and play,
enjoying the feel of his taut ass. His tongue was inside my mouth now,
furiously trying to taste every nook and cranny.
	"Nathan..." I tried to say as he pulled away for a second.
	"Take me." He said, grabbing my cock. "Show me what I've been
missing out on all these years." He stroked me through my boxers. "Fuck you
look so good in those..." He trailed off, cupping my heavy balls through
the fabric.
	I rolled over on top of him, desperate for more kisses. He obliged,
melting underneath of me, opening his mouth to all I had to offer. Our hard
cocks were rubbing together, his hands running up and down my back. One of
them slipped inside my boxers, grabbing at my ass.
	"You're so hot..." He breathed as I kissed down his neck. He
twitched as my tongue shot out and licked up and down the sides of his
neck. My head moved down his body, past the nipples and the light dusting
of hair on his chest. I nuzzled into his abs and the hair on those, the
heat from his crotch on my chest.
	He let out a little gasp as I suddenly moved down further, taking
his cotton covered cock into my mouth.
	"Uncle Rick!" I massaged it with my lips. I stroked it with my
tongue. I lubed it up with my spit, just like I'd done to his boxers this
morning, I was doing it again tonight. Except this time, the object of my
lust was inside of them, this huge teenaged cock.
	"I love your boxers." I gasped, taking a break from slobbering on
them, long enough to nuzzle my face into them once more.
	"I'm glad you do..." He sighed as I started up my ministrations
once more. Soon I would have to unveil it, take it out for the world to
see. But not quite yet, although I doubted I would ever tire of this.
	His hands were in my hair now, urging me on and on. I couldn't do
it yet though, I wanted him to remember this night for a long time.
	I moved back up his body, my tongue tracing around his ear. I left
my hands to massage his stiff member through the wet boxers.
	"Ever had your cock sucked boy?" I whispered. A spasm shot through
him as I spoke.
	"No sir." Sir? I could have shot right there.
	"Really?"
	"No sir." He said again. "The most I've had was a handjob."
	"Who was the lucky lady?" I asked, rubbing my tool on his leg.
	"My friend Joe." He said quietly.
	This time I really stopped. "Really?!" I exclaimed.
	"Yeah... we were just having a sleepover and we got some of dad's
porn on the TV... we started to beat off and decided it would be better to
do it to each other..." I went back to his neck and cock, brining wave
after wave of pleasure out of him.
	"Were you naked?" I asked, nibbling his ear.
	"In our boxers."
	"Even better." I smiled up at him from his nipple, which my tongue
was swirling around. He almost blushed as I went back down. I took a hold
of the waistband of his boxers with my teeth, and slowly pulled them
down. He kicked them off as I admired his teenaged prick.
	His cock was damn near perfect, almost 7 inches long and uncut,
enough foreskin to cover the head when he was hard. His balls and pubes
were trimmed. I took a second to enjoy the musky scent of his crotch,
before I wrapped my mouth around his tool.
	He let out a scream as I flicked my tongue up under his foreskin,
lapping up the sweet precum that had gathered there. His cock throbbed as I
licked up and around the head, his moans going in time with my tongue. I
felt his hands brushing through my hair as I bobbed up and down on his
gorgeous cock.
	"Oh Uncle Rick..." He moaned, his fists balling up his sleeping bag
underneath of him. I began to really give it to him now, deepthroating his
teenaged prick, my nose buried in his trimmed pubes each time I sank back
down.
	He started to twitch a little. I knew he was close to cumming, but
I wanted him to remember this night for a while. I stopped sucking his cock
and moved down to his balls. He let out a yelp as I gave his balls a nice
tongue bath. The thin wisps of hair on his balls tickled my tongue.
	His hands gripped the sleeping bag tighter as I moved my tongue
down, licking the sensitive area undeneath his sack. His breathing got
faster as I got closer and closer to his hole.
	Part of me wanted to flip him over now and dive into his ass,
tongue fucking him until he screamed. Part of me wanted to take it nice and
slow, take my time squeezing every drop of pleasure out of this that I
could. Nathan made the decision for me as he pulled me back up to his face,
pressing his lips to mine again.
	We rolled around for a while, merely stroking each other's bodies
and making out. Nathan's tongue was surprisingly adventurous, licking all
around my neck and ears. His cock was pressed into my leg, leaving trails
of his precum as it went.
	His hands finally reached into my boxers, and he gasped as he
grabbed the girth of my cock.
	"Fuck, that thing is huge." He said as he pulled it out through the
fly in my boxers. "How big is it Uncle Rick?"
	"Almost nine inches." I said proudly as he pulled back my
foreskin. I was oozing precum like mad, more aroused by this boy than I had
been in years. He brought it up to his lips and gingerly stuck out his
tongue.
	A flash of white went past my eyes as Nathan took my meat into his
mouth. The storm outside was picking up, the winds howling around our tiny
tent. The moans Nathan was pulling out of me were drowning out even the
thunder though.
	God, could he ever suck a cock. His mouth was warm and wet as it
slid over my shaft, and his hand jacked me off in time with his mouth.
	"Shit baby, I had no idea..." I managed to say, running my hands
through his hair. He was deepthroating me now. How he was doing that with
his first cock I had no idea, I just knelt on the floor of the tent and let
him work.
	He laid down in front of me on his side, sucking my cock and
jacking himself off. I looked down to see him smiling up at me, his tender
mouth stuffed full of my cock.
	He was still looking up at me, smiling and grinning as he sucked my
cock. I'd never seen a boy so happy to giving a blowjob before. He was
pumping his own cock almost as fast as he was sucking mine.
	"Jesus baby, you've got me in heaven." I said. He stopped and knelt
in front of me, my cock in his hand.
	"I want you inside me Uncle Rick." He sighed. "I want you to fuck
me."
	"I want to fuck you baby." I said, playing with his cock. "On your
hands and knees, I'm going to show you what it's like to be bred by a real
man's cock."
	He turned around and pointed his creamy ass up at me. By the thin
light of the lantern I could see the pink rosebud in the middle. His ass
was hairless, and I wasted no time diving into it. He let out a scream as I
started to tongue fuck him.
	"Oh my god Rick!" He gasped, grabbing onto the sleeping bag for
support. "Fuck that's amazing... I'd always heard about... never
thought..." He trailed off as I pushed him down, driving my tongue deeper
inside his sweet hole.
	It tasted amazing, the slight bit of sweat gathered on his
crack. His moans and screams were only making my cock harder as it jutted
out of my boxers.
	"Fuck me Uncle Rick!! Stick it in me!!" He was begging.
	I kept on licking his hole though, being driven mad by the taste
and sight of this boy's hot ass. By now he wasn't even talking, just making
noises and gasping.
	I pulled myself away and spat on my hand, lubing up my dick. He
pushed his ass further up in the air as I rubbed my cock up and down his
crack. Every time it rubbed over his hole he moaned.
	Nathan let out a scream as I finally, slowly put the head of my
cock inside of him.
	"Fuck! That's huge! God!" He was screaming over the sound of the
thunder and rain.
	I leaned down over his back. "You gonna be ok Nathan?"
	"Give it to me hard Uncle Rick, fuck me like a whore." He breathed
out. He must've felt my cock twitch inside of him because he smiled. "Yeah,
fuck me hard."
	So what else could I do? I started to fuck Nathan, and fuck him
hard, just like he had begged me to do. His ass was tighter that I could
have imagined, and his moans were drowning out the sound of the storm
around us.
	I fucked him for what seemed like hours, I really have no idea how
long it went on. After a while we switched positions, face to face with his
legs around my shoulders. Our tongues wrestled inside of each other's
mouths as my cock drove deep inside of him again and again.
	His cock was leaking like mad, precum soaking into both of our
stomachs as our bodies rubbed up against each other. I could feel his hands
on my back, then moving down to my ass, grabbing it through my boxers and
pushing me towards him.
	"Cum for me Uncle Rick." He said. "I want you to cum all over me."
	How could I resist a demand like that? Still, I wanted to keep this
going for a while. Being inside of Nathan was heavenly, one of the best
fucks I've ever had.
	"I'm not gonna cum yet baby, we're gonna enjoy this." I whispered
in his ear as I rode him.
	"I'd enjoy it more if I was covered in your jizz."  He said
lustily.
	"Sure you don't want me to feed it to you?"
	"Next time feed it to me, for now I want to feel it all over me."
He was begging for it now. I slowly pulled my cock out, jacking it as he
flipped over onto his back.
	"Yeah baby, jack your cock for me." I told him. He smiled and
grabbed his cock with his fist. I watched as he slowly jerked it, his eyes
glued to my cock. He took his boxers from beside him and wrapped those
around his cock, stil jerking it off.
	"Weren't you doing this earlier with them?" Nathan asked slyly. "I
noticed when I woke up they'd been moved."
	"Actually I was licking them while I jacked off." I said hoarsely,
getting close to cumming.
	"I wish I could have seen that." Nathan said, beating his dick
faster and faster.
	"Maybe I'll put a show on for you later." I said with a smile, my
balls ready to explode. "Fuck Nathan, I'm cumming!" I yelled as I started
to shoot. I let out 3 huge shots all over his cock and stomach, some of it
reaching his chest.
	He watched me as I came and kept jerking his cock
frantically. "Fuck!" He cried as his cock exploded, shot after shot of his
hot creamy jizz mingling with mine on his chest. I ran a finger down his
stomach and brought it to his mouth, and he eagerly slurped the cum off of
it.
	"More, I want more." He said breathlessly as I fed him some more of
our jizz. I leaned down and ran my tongue through the puddles that were
left. Nathan sighed and kicked his head back as I cleaned off his body. He
pulled me up to his face and kissed me.
	"That was amazing Uncle Rick." He said. We kissed for a few minutes
more, our tongues and bodies getting more lazy with each passing
second. Soon, we were just laying there together, Nathan running his hands
through my chest hair.
	"My god Nathan... I can't believe we just did that." I said,
listening to the sound of the rain. Nathan slipped back into his white
boxers, and then curled up tightly to my chest.
	"I've been waiting to do that for years now." He said. "Ever since
I've hit puberty, I've wanted you. I just didn't think you'd want me. It
wasn't till this morning when I realized you'd been playing with my
boxers..." He blushed.
	"Trust me Nathan, I've wanted it for just as long."
	"I could stay here forever." He said, nuzzling up to my neck.
	"Can we?" I asked wish a smile. He was soon asleep, and I truly
wished we could have stayed like that forever. I kissed him on the head and
drifted off to sleep.

	The next morning I woke up with Nathan still laying across my
chest. I smiled as I remembered the night before, the passion and the
heat. I could hear a slight rain still dropping outside the tent.
	It wasn't long before Nathan was stirring. I tried to lay as still
as possible to let him sleep longer, but his eyes opened wide.
	"Hey Uncle Rick..." He said sleepily, looking up at me. "I guess it
wasn't a dream." He smiled.
	"Definitely not." I chuckled.
	"Good, then you won't mind this." Nathan said as he reached up to
kiss me. It lasted longer than I expected, and soon Nathan's hands were
travelling down my down, down to my hard cock in my boxers.
	I let out a sigh as his hands found their way inside the fly,
pulling out my cock. His lips left mine and he moved his head down, taking
my cock inside his mouth.
	"Shit!" I sighed as he worked on my head. I could feel his mouth
swirling around my shaft and his tongue lapping at my precum. My hands
travelled down his back, groping his ass through his white boxer briefs.
	He moved down further, pulling my boxers down. His mouth found my
balls, and he started to lick at those. My hand was inside his boxers now,
grabbing his taut ass cheeks.
	I was a lot closer to cumming than I'd realized, and Nathan's mouth
was once again on my cock. He was deepthroating me now, I could feel my
cock sliding deep into his throat.
	"I'm gonna cum soon baby... You gonna swallow it this time?" I
asked. He didn't respond, he just kept sucking. I took that as a yes.
	I let out a gasp as I shot my load, my cock was deep into Nathan's
mouth as I shot. I could hear him moaning as he swallowed my cum, shot
after shot of it.
	I laid back and panted, and Nathan was soon back up in my face,
kissing me. I could taste my cum on his breath, and it was amazing. I held
him close to my body, his teenaged prick hard against my leg. I reached
down for it, and he brushed my hand away.
	"I don't want to cum yet, I want to save it for you." He said in
between kisses.
	"So do I get to wake up to that every morning?" I asked.
	"I hope so Uncle Rick." He laughed. "I could get used to falling
asleep and waking up like that."
	"I could use a nap after that." I said truthfully. Nathan merely
curled back up on my chest and we fell back to sleep.