Date: Wed, 06 Jul 2011 02:20:20 +0000
From: spanx1979@hushmail.com
Subject: Matthew and Patrick, A Hot Summer, Part One

***This work is complete fiction. None of the characters in this story are
real. The events in this story have never happened*****
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My name is Patrick.

I was seventeen and bored. Living on the farm during a summer when pretty
much all of my friends were gone backpacking or gone to the beach with
their families wasn't where I wanted to be. It was one of the hottest and
driest summers I'd ever seen, which made my father even more difficult to
work with than usual. It was a small farm, so it was possible to run it
with just the two of us, but it definitely wasn't fun. All through June and
July we worked like crazy, knowing that my father would be away for most of
August visiting my older brother in Australia with my mother. After that it
would just be me looking after the place so we wanted to get as much done
as possible before then. If I was lucky, I thought, we'd get enough of the
big jobs complete that I'd actually be able to take it pretty easy for a
month. Look after the few animals we had, but that would only take a few
hours a day really.

Then near the end of July, with a week to go before my parents left, and
while we were frantically trying to finish the last of our big jobs, my
older sister dropped a bombshell. She had won a dream safari vacation to
Kenya, and would I mind looking after my nephew for four weeks. Obviously I
said no. I begged and pleaded. This would ruin the only thing even remotely
like a vacation that I was getting this summer. We actually got into a
pretty serious four-way argument; my father, my mother, my sister and
me. Eventually I gave in; I knew I had no choice really. I was the only one
without an actual excuse. The only one without anywhere to go.

The morning of the third of august was manic. My parents were up early
packing and arguing and running around and giving me lists of thing to do
and to remember. Then my sister, leaving on the same day, arrives with
Matthew and more lists of things for me to do and to remember. A lot of
scrambling and confusion and high tension building up to the big departure
at noon. And then it's just me and Matthew, and silence.

My nephew Matthew.

A quiet kid, ten years old, skinny, dark brown hair, pale skin, big round
blue eyes. His mom always made sure he was dressed in the coolest clothes
and his hair was always worn in perfect "bedhead". He was way cooler than
me to be honest. I kind of didn't like him. It wasn't because of his cool
hair or expensive clothes...it was because it was obvious how I felt about
him. He was hot, and I was totally into him. I wasn't happy about it, and I
wished it wasn't how I felt, but there was no denying it. He was always a
cute kid, but since he turned about seven it became clear that he was
developing into a really hot kid. Since then I'd avoided my sister and
nephew as much as possible, which was tough because I really liked them
both and we got along well. The kid use to think I was like a god. The
coolest uncle in the world, but since I realized how I felt about him and
began to avoid him, he had kind of cooled a bit towards me. I guess he
sensed what I was doing and thought I didn't like him.

Well there was no avoiding him now.

That first afternoon we just stayed around the house. I made pizza for
dinner and we sat around in front of the TV. We basically had to get to
know each other all over again. It was awkward at first. Then we watched
Ghostbusters and he laughed at all the right moments. We laughed like
idiots and easily slipped into an easy, warm and open manner with each
other. That same evening we watched Back to the Future, and by the end of
it we were in tears laughing and goofing around like old friends. This kid
was seriously cool, and we clicked.

The next day we packed up a picnic basket and he hung around with me as I
looked after the animals and did some of the other work in the fields that
my dad hadn't gotten around to. Having Matthew there really made the day go
more easily. Out in the fields working with the hay, the time was just
flying by. It was another scorching day, so after a while I took off my
t-shirt without even thinking and stuffed it into the waistband of my torn
old jeans like I always did. Anyway, I was the one who fancied him, not the
other way around, so it was totally ok for me to be shirtless. I just had
to remember that I had no underwear on (one of the guilty pleasures of my
seventeen year old self). I noticed after a few minutes that Matthew hadn't
really said anything since I took my shirt off. As I was loading hay with a
pitchfork, I snuck a couple of glances at him. He was just staring at me,
and he was kind of biting his lip.

"Hey kid, you ok? You've gone pretty quiet there." I said.

"Yeah I'm ok" he said, and gave a nervous laugh.

I kept working for a while more, and I was building up a serious sweat.

Matthew continued to be quiet, despite my various attempts to tell jokes
and start a conversation.

"Phew, it sure is hot here Uncle Patrick" he said, exaggerating the "Phew",
and tugging at his t-shirt.

"It sure is" i said and chuckled. I could see his smooth belly when he
tugged on his shirt and i felt my pulse quicken. i cleared my throat and,
on a whim, said "I'm surprised you've managed to keep your tshirt on in
this heat".

"Yeah. You think I could take it off maybe? I'd definitely be cooler".

"Hey little man, you're pretty cool as it is, but if you took off your
shirt you'd be ice cold" I said and we both laughed.

He tried to pull off his shirt on one go, obviously trying to imitate his
cool uncle, and he got stuck with his arms straight up over his head and
the t-shirt covering his face. I immediately burst out laughing and so did
he. My jaw also dropped when I saw his bare stomach and chest, slick with
sweat, and the waistband of his little undies peeking above his jeans. I
took advantage of the fact that he couldn't see me to stare openly at my
extremely hot little nephew's extremely hot little body. I was just staring
at him giggling and struggling with his t-shirt and he said "Hey help
meeee!"

I snapped out of it and went over to him. I knelt down in front of him even
though it wasn't really necessary and pressed my bare torso against his as
I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. I pretended to nearly fall
over backwards so I could pull him against me and we both laughed as we
held on, our sweaty skin slipping against each other. We stayed holding
each other for a few seconds, both of us giggling uncontrollably, when I
realized my dick was rock hard in my jeans, and Matthew was accidentally
rubbing up against it. I wondered if he realized what was pressing against
him. Just then he actually did seem to realize because he abruptly stopped
giggling and he glanced down a little awkwardly at the front of my
jeans. My heart froze and images of him telling my sister I did something
inappropriate flashed in my mind.

Then he started to giggle again and said "Hey!" and walked back over to
where he was sitting before.

He sat down again, leaning against a hay bale and plucked a stalk of hay
out of the bale and stuck it in his mouth.

"Now get on with your work mister" he said and smiled with a smile that
could break your heart.

"Yes sir" I said and got back to what I was doing. I wasn't worried about
the very obvious erection I was sporting. Every time I snuck a glance at
Matthew to check out his body I saw that he was staring at the front of my
jeans with a look of awe. I worked on for a while, the afternoon getting
even hotter. After a while I glanced over again and nearly fell over from
shock when I saw that he had opened the top button of his jeans and had his
hand inside his SpongeBob undies, moving it around. When he saw me staring
he quickly pulled his hand out and blushed red. He looked panicked at being
caught, and his lip started to tremble like he was about to cry. I quickly
walked over and put my arm around his shoulder to comfort him.

"I'm sorry Uncle Patrick" he said, "It just felt good, I'm sorry".

"Hey buddy, no need to be sorry. C'mon now, don't be upset, honestly. All
guys do that, just not always in front of each other" I said and gave a
short reassuring laugh to let him know it was ok.

"Really?" he said.

"Yeah, definitely. Guys do that all the time, look" and without even
thinking, I opened the button fly on my jeans. I immediately had an "Oh
shit" moment when I realized I hadn't any underwear on and my steel hard
cock sprung out into the air between us.

"Uh... oh god... eh I'm sorry" I said and began fumbling to get it back
in. now I was the one blushing out of control.

"Wow!" he shouted, "That's huge Uncle Patrick!" He was staring at my dick,
which was staring back at him, and his little mouth was wide open in awe. I
cautiously stopped fumbling about trying to get it back in my jeans.

"Yeah", I said, "I guess it is pretty big. But I'm a lot older than
you. Anyway I'm sure yours is lovely" I said and actually felt tongue-tied,
like I was chatting up a stranger. I was still blushing like crazy.

He laughed, "Mine's a LOT smaller than that. Wanna see?" he said so
innocently, as if he was offering to show me his Lego collection.

"Eh...sure" I said.

"OK" he said, and swiftly pulled off his shoes and socks, pulled his jeans
right down and stepped out of them, then in one motion pulled down his
SpongeBob undies and stepped out of them too. My little nephew, who I
thought was the sexiest kid in the world, was now standing completely naked
in front of me, a huge grin on his face.

"Whaddya think?!" he said, his smile beaming and his breath now seeming to
come faster.

His skin was still slick, and he had bits of hay stuck to his back and
sides. His skin was the smoothest I had ever seen, and completely
flawless. My eyes greedily lingered over his body. His skinny shoulders and
pale chest with tiny pink nipples, his flat tummy with knobby belly button,
completely hairless crotch and his small little dick, the cutest thing in
the world, sticking straight out, pointing at me, above his almost
non-existent little sack. I leaned sideways slightly to take in the profile
of his butt. He saw what I was trying to see and he laughed and turned
around and said proudly "And there's my butt!" before laughing so hard he
had to bend over. Matthew's butt, the smoothest and most perfectly rounded
butt imaginable, was now pointing at me. His cheeks parted slightly as he
laughed and I caught a glimpse of his beautiful little butt-hole when they
did. I was speechless.

Eventually he turned around again and repeated "Whaddya think?!"

"Eh... wow Matthew. That's pretty amazing", I said and smiled warmly at
him, still in shock and not really believing what I was seeing. As he
smiled at me, he absently fondled the dick he was now so proud of, and my
hand automatically went to my own dick.

"Now you. C'moooonnnnn Uncle Patrick. Don't leave me the only one!" he said
and pointed at my jeans with the hand that wasn't on his cock.

"OK" was all I could say.

I stood up, right in front of him, and slowly lowered my jeans down my
teenage thighs. As I was bending over pulling them down, Matthew tussled my
hair and giggled again. I stepped out of my jeans and stood there, legs
slightly apart, proud of my dick that was impressing my nephew so much. We
stood there smiling at each other for several seconds, each of us holding
our dicks.

"That's better" he said. He couldn't take his eyes off my dick.

"Will mine get that hairy?" he said, wrinkling his nose in mock disgust.

"Ha!" I said "It most certainly will. But not till you're much
older. You're perfect just the way you are for now."

"Let's have lunch" he said, and strolled over to where the bag was. He
spread out the picnic blanket all by himself while I just stared at him. We
both then sat down and started to eat lunch, in the nude, in the middle of
a field with only a few hay bales to shield us from the world. While we
were eating we were both playing with ourselves and greedily eyeing each
other's bodies.

"Am I doing it right Uncle Patrick?" he asked after a while. I only
realized then that he was imitating me, and he probably didn't fully
understand how much fun it was to play with your dick.

"Yeah you definitely are Matthew" I said. "Looks like you know what you're
doing. But you should try pulling back the skin at the top. That's your
foreskin" I said. I hesitated for a moment before I added "like this" and
leaned over and took his dick between my thumb and forefinger. I gently
pulled back his foreskin and he gave a short hissing intake of breath.

"It's ok" I said "just gently work it like that". I demonstrated on my own
dick.

"Oh wow" he said "That feels great." his body gave a small shudder.

After a few more minutes of this he said "Sometimes I rub it against the
couch at home, and after a while I get this great feeling allover"

"Oh yeah" I said" you're definitely doing that right, buddy. I rub mine
against things all the time..... It's even better if you stick it into
something."

"Really?" he said. He was really interested now. "Like what?"

"Well actually, a lot of guys stick it into a woman. But lots of guys like
to put it into another guy's mouth. Or better yet, their butt".

He immediately roared out laughing. "NO. WAY. That can't be true Uncle
Patrick. You're making that up."

"I am not" I said "I swear. I wouldn't lie to you."

I could see that he didn't really believe me, but also that he was
obviously thinking about it. He started to chew absently on his bottom lip
like he was deep in thought.

"Hey" he said "I wonder..... I wonder if...."

"Yeah?" I asked, giving him a chance to say it.

"I wonder if we could try that" he said and he blushed again, only this
time I saw him blush all over his body.

"Sure" I said "if you really want to". In my head I was singing thanks to
god or Buddha or whatever divine being had helped my sister win that
holiday.

"But" he said, looking worried, "I think yours might hurt. It's kinda big
for my butt isn't it?"

"Well yeah it kind of is. How about you try it out on me, and then I'll do
something different after" I said. "I'll lie on my belly and you can climb
up on my back. It'll be easier for you to get at my butt like that."

"Cool" he said. I lay down on my front, adjusting my dick. Matthew climbed
up on me and sat right on my ass. He immediately started giggling. "We're
all slippy Uncle Patrick". He started shaking his hips so our slick skin
slid against each other. I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I could
feel his little hard dick against my back.

"OK Matthew, now try to get it between my butt cheeks. It probably won't
make it inside me, but it should still feel nice for you."

"OK" he said and he maneuvered himself down a bit. He leaned forward and
pressed his dick between my butt cheeks.

"Wow, it's warm in there" He said.

"Now you can lean forward and try moving your hips to get it moving in and
out. That's when it feels really good"

He leaned forward like I said, and pressed his entire body against my
back. I could feel his face on my back, and his little dick moving between
my ass cheeks. He stopped speaking, and I kept quiet to let him enjoy it in
his own time. His breathing became faster and faster as he hit his stride
and really got into a rhythm. I heard the occasional groan and other sounds
of pleasure. He was completely lost in a new world of bliss for a few
minutes. He really started to ride me hard, his little dick furiously
rubbing against the sweaty space outside my asshole, his hands gripping my
sides tightly as his movements became faster and more intense. the moans of
pleasure and animal grunts became louder and louder, building into a full
throated scream as his body spasmed again and again in total ecstasy and he
clung to me so tightly it hurt as his little dick gave him a profound dry
orgasm. I could feel his tears on my back as he became quiet. And his body
became limp against me.

"Hey buddy. Matthew? Are you ok? Was that ok?" I asked after a few moments
silence.

"That was amazing" he said in the voice of an angel. With a sigh of total
contentment he rolled off me and I turned over onto my back. My dick was
pointing straight at the sky on one of the most beautiful days I'd ever
seen. Matthew was shattered. Completely and blissfully exhausted.

"C'mere mister" I said and pulled him on top of me. He lay with his face on
my chest, a huge smile on his face. I gently moved him down do that my dick
was sticking out between his legs. Very slowly, I moved my body against his
in a gently rhythm. My dick was being softly jerked off by his smooth
crotch. We continued like this for several minutes and my dick was harder
than I ever remember it being before that. Eventually my cock erupted, and
massive flow of hot cum gushed out of me, shooting up onto Matthews
back. It was the longest orgasm I remember, my balls pumping and pumping
the hot cum out of me and onto Matthew's back, my body gently contracting
over and over.

After a few minutes of silence, Matthew gave a groan of pleasure and I
realized he was fast asleep on top of me, covered in my cum. We lay there
for hours, holding each other as the first afternoon of our summer wore
into night.