Date: Wed, 01 Dec 2004 00:18:08 -0600
From: Conor Lewellyn <conor_lewellyn@hotmail.com>
Subject: My nephew Zach, Pt. 1 (incest, adult youth, w/s)

I began noticing changes in my nephew's behavior a few months ago.  Up until
these changes we had always gotten along great.  At 12 years old, he had an
uncle only ten years older than him.  All his life he had seen and
interacted with me as a playmate, as a friend.  But suddenly, about six
months after his twelfth birthday, things began to change.  He began acting
more self-consciously around me, avoiding my eye contact-acting as if he had
done something wrong, though I had no idea what that could have been.  After
thinking about it for a while, I decided it was just natural.  He was
growing up and changing, and the same way kids grow more distant from their
parents around his age, maybe it was just the same with me.

We live in our parents' house, my sister and I, along with Zach, my nephew.
It's a fairly large house just north of Chicago, two wings and everything.
I'm a year or so away from finishing up my time in college, while my sister
is just taking as much time as she can before being politely asked to
finally leave the house.  In reality though, we all get along.

Or we used to, until Zach suddenly began acting very strange around me.

One day, walking upstairs to my room, I saw Zach walking toward me from the
direction of my room.  He looked up at me, startled.

"Oh.uh.hey, Conor," he stammered out.  His face looked afraid, but I had
already spent too much time trying to decipher this new phase of his and
just took it in stride.

"Hey buddy, what are ya up to?"  I asked, smiling.

"Nothing," he said resolutely, "just headin' downstairs."  He walked past me
and started down the stairs.

I shrugged and headed to my room.  While it was slightly strange that he was
in this part of the house, I didn't really give it much thought at the time.
  Down this hallway is my room, a bathroom that only I use, a closet with
random towels and bathroom supplies, and a den that my father used during my
parent's two year fight.  Once that ended, so did his use of the den, and so
did everyone's use of that hallway.  But, like I said, I didn't give it any
thought and proceeded to my room.

I set the bottle of water I had gotten from the kitchen on the bed side
table, and sat myself in front of my computer desk.  Right then, I realized
the reason for Zach's strange behavior!

Open, but minimized, obviously by mistake, was my History folder.  I
maximized it, and found that someone had definitely gone through it, and
left off about a quarter of the way down through the list, at a site of very
questionable nature.

That's why he'd been acting so odd!  He'd found my porn!  But, wait.  He'd
been acting very oddly for quite some time.  Had he been sneaking in to my
room while I was gone?  And if so, was he interested in the gay porn I
visited on an almost daily basis?  I opened Internet Explorer and looked
through the history, and, according to it, someone had been visiting the
same sites I visit, but on days and at times that I'm not home.  Every day I
had a night class, bam, at least five or six gay porn sites visited.
Saturday and Sunday days while I was at work, a bunch more.

My 12 year old nephew, Zach, was totally into gay porn.  And what less, he
apparently liked the kinkier of the sites too.  Every time he was on there
he looked at at least one site full of piss and watersport pics, according
to the History folder.  Wow.  I was taken aback.  At first I thought he was
too young, but, as I thought further about it, I was about his age when I
became very interested in porn.

The real question is, do I tell his mother, my sister, or just let him
continue enjoying himself.  And, do I tell him I know, and that it's okay,
or just let him have his secrets.  I figured it'd be best to just see how
things played out.

A couple days after my discovery, Zach's behavior changed even more so.
Like I said, I'm the only one who uses the bathroom across from my bedroom,
so I was really surprised to hear a knock on the door as I was in the middle
of my shower.

"Yeah?" I called.

"Conor?" Zach asked.

I was immediately intrigued.  What was he doing up here?  Through the blurry
glass shower doors, I saw him poke his head through the bathroom door.
"What's up?"

"Uh, can I use your bathroom real quick?" he asked me, not really convincing
me of his casualness.

My mind perked up.  As did another certain part of my body.  "Sure buddy.
What's wrong with the other ones?"  I asked him.

"Oh, mom's in the shower," he said, failing to mention why he couldn't use
any of the other five bathrooms in the house.

He slipped in through the doorway, and shut the door behind him.  Through
the glass, I could see his outline and the color of his clothes, but no real
details.  He slowly walked up to the toilet, right next to the shower, and
lifted up the seat.

I could see him glance over and over again to the shower doors, looking at
whatever he could make out through the glass.  I heard him unzip his pants,
as I continued to shampoo my hair, and I watched, out of the corner of my
eye, as he pulled them down slightly and pulled out his dick.  I couldn't
see anything in clear detail, of course, but there was Zach, holding his
dick in his right hand, not blocking it from my view with this left.  Both
his dick and balls completely out of his pants.

My own dick began swelling at a rapid rate.  I turned slightly so he
wouldn't be able to see it growing and growing, sticking farther and farther
away from my body.  After a moment he let out a stream of piss which I both
saw through the glass, heard hit the water in the toilet, and smelled
through the thick, steamy air.

He continued pissing, still glancing at my shape through the glass, and not
being shy at all.  What he was doing, I don't know, but as his piss flowed
into the bowl, he rolled his balls between his fingers, and stroked his dick
as much as he could with it flaccid and pissing.

My dick was completely hard, sticking straight up in the air, and though I
tried to conceal it from him, I also didn't want to turn completely around
and stop watching him.  So in all probability, he could at least partially
see my seven inch hard on sticking straight out from my body.

Zach's stream slowed and eventually stopped.  But once it did, he did not
immediately zip up and leave.  He stood in front of the toilet, shaking his
penis rapidly, getting every last drop out.  Even then, he still stood
there, his hand on his dick.

Suddenly I became bold and turned so that my body was in perfect profile and
there was no possibility he couldn't see my dick jutting out from me, and he
was looking too.  I watched him as his dick, still between his fingers,
began to grow.  It swelled and started pushing out from his body.

The thought popped into my head to grab my dick and begin jerking, but just
as I was about to, Zach pulled up his pants, muttered and thank you, and
walked out of the bathroom.

I was confused, and a little scared.  I didn't want him telling anyone about
what happened, or even about what he was looking at on my computer.  I'm
sure my family knew I was gay, but even at 22 years old, I wasn't quite
ready to actually tell them.  But Zach was the one who came into my
bathroom.  He wasn't there just to take a piss.  I thought about it
constantly, about him, and his dick, pissing away right next to me,
separated from me by only a plate of glass.

A couple days passed of the same old stuff.

When Friday night came along, my sister asked me to watch Zach.  Well,
considering how great a kid Zach is, watching him consists either of hanging
out with him and actually having a good time, or just leaving him on his own
and not having to worry a bit.  So I said yes.

We decided to watch the Matrix together.  And since it was about the 30th
time each of us had seen it, we pretty much commented and joked throughout
the whole thing.  It was nice because it was the first time we had talked
normally in a while.

I sat on the couch, and he lay on his side on the floor.  I couldn't help my
gaze from moving to him every few moments.  He wore a pair of black nylon
mesh shorts and a fairly tight tank top.  His legs had a dusting of light
brown hair, and I spotted, as he changed position, a few dark hairs growing
under his arms.  His light brown hair hung down above his eyes in that messy
style boys have these days.  I began noting, not only how cute he is, but
how much more adult he was looking.  Like me, he is skinny, barely any fat
on him, but his boyish body was just beginning to take on a more toned look.
  Just the sight of him was beginning to arouse me.

The movie was reaching the end, when Neo stands up, no longer dead, holds
out his hand and stops every bullet in midair.

"God, I love this part!" Zach said.  He stood up, holding out his arm, and,
imitating Neo, in synch, said, "No."

I laughed at him, and let my eyes run up and down his body.  With his arm
held out I could see the muscles beginning to form in his chest and upper
arms, and the hairs underneath.  I think he saw my eyes roaming his body
because he sat down rather embarrassedly.

When the movie ended, it was a little bit late, and I told him I thought I'd
go take my shower.  He said alright in a strange tone, and then watched as I
got up and walked away.  I didn't expect him to come in this time, because
what excuse was there to be using my bathroom?  So I was a bit surprised to
hear a knock just a minute or so after getting in.

He didn't wait for me to answer but poked his head in and asked, "Mind if I
use your bathroom again?"

"Course not," I told him, and heard the door shut behind him as I saw him
walk in.

"All that pop we drank, you know," he said vaguely as he alighted in front
of the toilet, just next to me outside the shower, and unzipped his pants.

The suspense was terrible.  He took out his dick, and while he wasn't hard,
he definitely looked bigger than last time I saw it.  He sighed and let out
a steady stream into the bowl.  I watched him, not bothering to hide that
fact, and he watched me, not bothering to hide it either.

As I watched his piss flow into the bowl, my dick began growing hard.  I did
not turn my back to him, but stayed turned to the side, as without even
touching it, my dick grew from a completely soft four inches, to an
overwhelmingly hard seven inches, sticking straight up and out from my body.

Zach's dick began growing too, and before it seemed like he was done
pissing, his stream cut off.  He remained where he was, and his dick
continued to grow as well.  It began growing away from his body, pointing
upwards, until my twelve year old nephew stood right beside me, his dick
standing completely hard at a very respectable five inches.

I wasn't sure what to do.  But before I could even think about it, I reached
forward and turned off the water.  Zach didn't move.  I slid open the glass
door and stood there facing my nephew.

His shorts were at his knees, and his dick, five perfect inches, was fully
hard.  His balls hung loose and had just a few hairs on them, and his dick
was surrounded by a small patch of fine dark hairs as well.  The rest of his
body, his chest, his stomach, was completely smooth and so soft looking.

I stood in front of him, my seven inch cock hard as hell, dripping wet.

"I'm sorry," he murmured vaguely.  He talked, but he didn't look at me, his
eyes were looking from my chest to stomach, flat with a slight covering of
hair around my belly button, and from there to where the hair led, to my
cock.

"Sorry for what?" I asked him, smiling, slightly amused, but still, very
unsure.

He shrugged, his dick was still in his right hand, but he seemed to have
forgotten it momentarily, though it did not forget him.  It still looked
painfully swollen.

I stepped out of the shower, and suddenly, my body was taken over by
whatever takes over your body in such situations.  "Did you finish with your
piss?" I asked him, sliding the door shut behind me.

He shook his head.  "No, I got too hard," he said, smiling and looking down
at his dick.

I smiled back at him.  "Well, I can see that," I told him.

"Let me sit down here," I told him, and he stepped aside as I sat on the
toilet.  "Why don't you finish, then?  Make real those pictures you've been
lookin' at."

He stood dumbfounded.  His eyes were wide.  "Are you mad?" he asked me.

"Of course not!  You're at the exact age I was when I started looking at
that stuff."  I wrapped my hand around my dick and began slowly stroking.
Zach watched as my hand moved up and down the seven inches of my cock.  "You
wanna?" I asked.

He nodded, and then began following suit, stroking his smooth, boy dick with
his right hand.

"Let's get rid of that piss first, huh?"

He smiled eagerly and nodded.

I grabbed him by his hips and pulled him in front of me.  He stood just
inches from me, his dick jutting out at me, the smell from his piss still in
the air.  Now on to the taste.  I bent forward and took all of his dick into
my mouth.  I bobbed up and down briefly, reveling in it's soft hardness, in
it's heat, in how perfect it tasted and felt in my mouth.

Zach groaned and ground his hips toward my face.

I released his dick, now slick and covered in my saliva.  He looked a bit
disappointed.  "Piss in my mouth," I told him.

And he nodded again, eagerly.  I opened my mouth and placed just the tip of
his dick against my tongue.  Looking up at him, I saw his eyes close and his
face screw into concentration as he attempted to release his bladder despite
that his hard dick was currently in a wet, inviting mouth.

I reached up and pressed my hands against his bladder, and then it came.  A
gush of hot piss entered my mouth, splashing against my tongue and the sides
of my mouth.  It was heavenly, feeling its heat, tasting its salty, slightly
repugnant taste.  His flow continued strongly, all entering my mouth, and I
swallowed it eagerly.

I released his pissing member from my mouth, and reaching up, grabbed hold
of it and directed it downward.  He watched as I maneuvered his penis to
spray his piss on to my chest, which I rubbed with my other hand, and then
over my dick and balls.  I aimed it back up to my face, drenching all of my
skin with his boiling hot piss, and then back to my open mouth as I leaned
forward, taking his dick once again into me.

I swallowed all the piss that flowed, but very shortly, it stopped.  As his
flow came to an end, I continued holding on to his dick in my mouth.  I
swirled my tongue around its head, letting my lips move up and down, from
the tip down to the base where I came into contact with his small patch of
hair.

Zach groaned loudly as he pushed his dick forward, trying to get as much of
it as possible into my mouth.  I released my own dick and reached up,
caressing his soft, smooth chest and stomach.  As I continued bobbing up and
down on his dick, I found one of his little nipples with my fingers and
rubbed and pinched it until it was hard.  Zach placed his hands lightly on
my shoulders and began pumping in and out of my mouth.

I looked up.  His eyes were closed and a blissful but concentrated look was
upon his face.  A light sheen of sweat covered his forehead.

His gyrating increased.  He pushed his dick quickly in and out of my mouth.
He was close.  His moaning deepened.  His grip on my shoulders tightened and
he pushed his dick fully into my mouth, and as he did, his cum spurted from
him into the back of my throat.  He held his dick deep in my mouth, spurt
after spurt of his hot cum filling me.  His body was tense.  His dick still
hard as his orgasm subsided.

He sighed gently as he pulled his cock from my mouth, still hard.  I
swallowed his cum and looked at his face and smiled.  Zach smiled as well.

"Thanks, Conor," he said.

"Ha, thank you, Zach," I told him.

He pulled up his shorts, his hard dick tenting them out in front.  He smiled
a bit awkwardly and walked out of the bathroom, his perfect butt swaying
from side to side as he left.

I grabbed my cock with my right hand and began jerking off with abandon.  I
closed my eyes, imagining my little cousin's body in my mind, his smooth,
hairless body, his perfect, hard, five inch dick with its little patch of
hair.  My left hand reached down between my butt cheeks and with my index
finger I began rubbing my hole, circling it softly.  My right hand continued
stroking my cock, head to base, head to base, squeezing just below the head,
feeling the precum leaking out of my piss slit.  I inserted my index finger
into my hole, feeling it's warmth, pushing it inside me as far as I could.
In no time I was near cumming.  My body clenched, my speed increased, and
suddenly my cum came spurting from my dick.  I moaned loudly as my cum flew
out of my dick over and over again onto the floor in front of me.  Finally
it subsided and my body relaxed.

I cleaned up the bathroom and walked across the hall to my bathroom, still
naked, and still slightly hard.  My dick swayed back and forth as I walked.
As I entered my room, the wonderful sight of Zach greeted my eyes.  He lay
on my bed, waiting for me.

"Conor?" he asked.

"What's up, bud?"  I sat down on the bed beside him, still completely nude.
His gaze went immediately to my dick, which was semi hard between my legs,
my balls comfortably loose below it.  "Hey, I'm up here," I said, laughing.

Zach giggled.  His shorts were still tented out in front of him.  His dick
was still completely hard.

"I wanna do more with you," he said decisively.  "I want to try everything,"
he said, placing particular emphasis on everything.

I leaned over to him and placed my lips against his.  As I did so, I grasped
his dick in my hand through his shorts.  His mouth opened, our tongues
mixed, his hips pushed his dick into my hands.  After kissing for a few
moments, we separated.  He smiled again.

"Sounds good to me, man."

Comments?  Questions?  Email me at Conor_Lewellyn at hotmail dot com.  Thank
ya for readin'!