Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2013 15:07:50 +0000
From: Peter Freeman <oeter@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Adam Likes Pretending to be a Girl 3

This is fiction. Any similarity with persons living or dead is
coincidental. If you have any comments, please let the author know at
oeter@hotmail.co.uk.

There is sex and what might be construed as sexual abuse in this story
involving intimacy between a man and a teenage boy who enjoys
cross-dressing.

Main characters:
Author - Martin
Author's brother - Michael
Michael's wife - Muriel
Martin's nephew, Michael and Muriel's son - Adam

Synopsis (Chapters 1-7)
Adam, my nephew, a transvestite thirteen year-old boy, has been staying
with me for about a year following a family bust-up. Adam's mother had
found his father in bed with another man while Adam, dressed up in corset
and stockings was performing a 'beauty parade' in front of them. Adam's
journey from childhood innocence has started with his introduction to
masturbation, and he enjoys the 'education' that I provide in bed during
mutual masturbation sessions. His father has recently given his blessing
to our relationship and has invited us both to stay with him in Adam's
former family home.

Chapter 8 - A proper kiss

Following my brother Michael's invitation to his son Adam and me to move
back into his house, Adam and I packed up what we thought we'd need and
moved in. Michael greeted Adam and me at the door, giving each of us an
affectionate hug, and Adam made the point of placing several kisses on
his dad's face. Michael had prepared a delicious-smelling meal and
suggested we made ourselves at home as he made the final preparations. He
told me that he'd put us in the bedroom at the top of the house that has
its own en suite bathroom. Adam and I went upstairs with our stuff, and
Adam looked into his old bedroom, which appeared somewhat bleak as it
showed evidence of the searching that his mother must have performed
before moving out.

The bedroom was spacious, with a kingsize bed, which was larger than the
bed in my flat and so high that Adam had to climb up on to it. There was
a dressing table with a mirror, which Adam immediately sat down in front
of and adjusted so he could do his face. He started to touch up his
lipstick and then to put on some eye-shadow.
"I'll go downstairs and help your dad while you get ready," I said.
"Fine," he said.
Downstairs, I found Michael in the kitchen.
"What do you think?" he asked, as he took a casserole out of the oven and
took off the lid.
"Wonderful," I said. "I'm famished and that looks fantastic." replacing
the lid, he said,
"You know I meant what I said about Adam's education."
"Yes, of course." I said. Michael was my older brother, and had always
treated me as a junior, so I'd taken seriously his instruction to 'bring
Adam on', though I wasn't sure how far he expected me to take it. "But
you're his dad, so you should have the final word." I said.
"You mean in terms of discipline?" asked Michael.
"Not exactly," I said. "Adam is easily persuaded to do the right thing
and doesn't need punitive discipline as far as I'm concerned. No, I meant
that you should have the opportunity to review the path he's on and make
adjustments as you see fit."
"I appreciate your confidence," said Michael. "But I'd rather leave
everything to you and not worry about the details. When I was his age, I
got terribly exploited and had no guidance. I became a rent boy and now I
have an enormous appetite for rent boys. I realise one can't curb an
adolescent's desires, and, given the experiences that Adam's had, the
admiration he's always had for you, and the love you clearly have for
each other, I'll repeat that you are the best person I can imagine to
give him the guidance he needs."
"He wants to kiss me on the lips," I said.
"And have you let him?" asked Michael, quite unfazed.
"No, that's boundary I've set." I replied.
"But do you want to kiss him?" Michael asked.
"Yes," I said.
"I don't see any difficulty then," said Michael. "One's first kiss is
something to be treasured, and if he does it with you, then I can't
believe that's not going to be a memory he'll treasure. Far better than
some dark assignation with a stranger in a cinema, which is where I
learnt to kiss."
Adam came into the kitchen. He looked stunning in a long green sleeveless
silk dress.
"Wow," I said. He came up to me and gave me his customary kiss on my
neck.
"Nice one," said Michael, pointing to a little of smudge of pink
lipstick.
"Will you measure me?" asked Adam.
"What, in front of your Dad?" I asked.
"You've always told me we don't do anything inappropriate, so what's
inappropriate about measuring me in front of Dad?" said Adam. I explained
to Michael that we'd been keeping a record of Adam's growth and Michael
said,
"I'd love to see how big you are, but get a move on. Supper's ready."
Adam lifted up his dress and pulled down his frilly knickers, but his
cock wasn't hard. He started yanking it, but the situation somehow wasn't
conducive to his arousal, so I said,
"Let's do it after supper and we can show your Dad properly how large you
can get."
"OK", said Adam. so we all sat down and enjoyed a fabulous meal, with
wine, followed by a ripe Camembert and coffee.

I noticed that Adam kept his hands under the table and that he was
rocking rhythmically. Realising that he was probably trying to get
himself hard so that he could be measured and, no doubt, wanting to
impress his dad, I got up and found a ruler. Sitting down again, I held
up the rules and said to Adam,
"Ready to be measured now?"
"Nearly," he said. He soon got up and came round to my side of the table
between me and his Dad. His Dad held the front of his dress up. Adam
pulled his little girlie knickers down to his knees and his erection came
into view. Adam started pulling his foreskin backwards and forwards
quickly and stabbing the air with thrusts from his hips. I realised that
Adam's lack of embarrassment when it came to his body with me had
extended into an uninhibited exhibitionism as Adam displayed himself in a
way that he knew was pleasing and lust-making.
He was now unabashedly trying to maximise the size of his erection before
the instant of the measurement. I held the end of the ruler against the
base of his penis and told Adam to hold still while I checked how far
down the ruler the tip reached.
"Five inches, exactly," I announced.
"Bravo," said Michael.
Adam beamed and said,
"You know what that means?"
"What?" asked his Dad. I explained to Michael how we'd set five inches as
the threshold of his maturity and I said to Adam,
"You're clearly a fine specimen. And you're ready for the next stage of
your education." Adam put on a pose with his hands on his hips and his
lips pouting toward me, clearly an invitation for that kiss. Michael got
up, saying he was going to get some brandy. When he'd left the room, I
pulled Adam towards me. I held him up by his armpits as though he was a
doll. His lips approached mine and this time, as they touched, I parted
mine slightly and started to experience the longed for union that this
kiss became the actualisation of. Our tongues met and I hugged him very
tight as our kiss continued and he writhed passionately in my arms. I
immediately started to get aroused.  We heard his father come back into
the room and ended our kiss. Saliva surrounded Adam's mouth and he wiped
it on his arm.
As Michael poured out two glasses of brandy he asked,
"Do you know what a pederast is, Adam?"
"A kind of pedophile?" Adam queried.
"Not exactly," said Michael. "Martin, can you explain?"
"Pederasty is an ancient institution that has existed in many cultures,
notably among the Samurai in Japan and the ancient Greeks. It was
considered an important part of a young man's education to spend time
with a warrior or other champion. Often a great love would develop
between man and boy and they'd take care of their sexual urges toward
each other by making love."
"Very nicely put," said Michael. "Adam, while pederasty isn't recognised
much nowadays, I think it's the most appropriate thing for you as I put
you under Martin's charge. I've just seen the two of you kiss, and I
found it touching. Martin is a champion in my eyes, partly because of his
success as a writer. You can learn an incredible amount of useful stuff
from him."
"Do we still have to worry about propriety?" asked Adam.
"Most certainly," said Michael. "In my house there will be strict rules
about what is appropriate."
"Like what?" asked Adam. I could tell he was wondering something like 'is
it all right to piss on people in the bath without locking the door?'
"Well," Michael thought and then clearly drew a blank. "Martin, you draw
up a set of rules for what behaviour is allowed and expected in our
household."
"OK, boss," I said, and we all laughed.

The first use of this word 'pederasty' had been my brother's. I know
there are people, perhaps including you, dear reader, who have a yearning
only for males aged somewhere between eight and fourteen. I am not one of
these. I've been one or more of cocksucker, bumboy and BDSM acolyte all
my life, and not exclusively homo. Episodes from my life provided rich
pickings for my creative writing, and my genre of psychological thriller
was constantly in the best-seller list. Boy-lover (in the pornographic
sense) and child-lover (in the innocent sense) had I always been too. The
notion of taking Adam, stretching his mind and his bottom, was appealing
at one level but I felt I ought to be disgusted at it at another. Where
was the revulsion for the obscene things I was doing and was going to do
with the child?
This is where I am re-assured that the model for how a pederast behaves
is already written in Greek history, and mostly available on the Internet
I was sure. I started to unpick how a relationship with a boy appealed to
completely natural urges, which could be reciprocated, leading to us both
having a wonderful sex life, albeit an unusual one for our society.

Chapter 9 - A spontaneous wedding

Time was getting on. Michael and I enjoyed our brandy and Adam
spontaneously started clearing the table. When he'd finished, he came and
sat on the floor next to my chair with his head on my lap. I stroked his
hair.
"Uncle Martin," he said. "I found a lovely white dress upstairs. Dad, can
I have it?" Michael answered,
"Your mum's been and taken everything she wants, so if there's any
clothing lying around that you want, it's yours."
"Then may I give you a show now?" asked Adam.
"Sure," I said. "Michael, are you going to stay and watch?"
"OK", said Michael, "though I want to turn in soon." Adam nipped off and
was gone for about 5 minutes. When he returned he was wearing a frilly
white lacy dress that came down to the ground. He was lifting it slightly
as he walked, to avoid tripping over the hem. He came over to us.
"This is my wedding dress," he said. "Dad, will you give me away?"
Michael was a bit nonplussed, I could see.
"How do you mean?" he asked.
"Well," said Adam. "You told me you were putting me under Martin's
charge, so I'd like us to have a little ceremony and make promises like
they do at weddings."
"OK", said Michael, "That makes sense. Come." He stood and held out his
hand to his son.
Adam went over to his father, who took his hand.
"Martin, my dear brother," he said. "I have here Adam, who, it is clear
to me, is ready to be had and to be held, having found his penis has
grown to a full five inches, the agreed threshold of his maturity, to
which I can attest." He cleared his throat and addressed himself to Adam.
"Adam, do you take your uncle Martin to be your master in all things, to
love, honour and obey, from this day forth?"
"I do", said Adam, almost before Michael had finished. Addressing me,
Michael went on,
"Do you, Martin, promise to look after Adam, to train, educate and
correct him when necessary and to take him as your..." He hesitated.
'Wife' didn't seem the correct term here. Adam piped up,
"Sex slave," he said.
"No Adam," his father remonstrated. "That's not appropriate."
"How about 'lover'?" I asked
"Fine," his dad continued, "... to take him as your lover, to have and to
hold from this day forth until..." and again he stopped. But before
either of us could interrupt, he went on, "until Adam is ready to wed?"
"I do," I said solemnly. This made sense. Pederastic relationships,
whilst they can be lifelong, are not generally expected to continue into
the full adulthood of the boy. "Eventually, Adam," Michael went on, "I'm
anticipating that you will find another partner of your own, depending on
how things turn out."
"But I want to be with Uncle Martin for ever," said Adam.
"Well. that means I don't have to ask you that question," Michael said,
"so Martin, I hereby give you my son Adam to be kept under your charge
and I duly declare you to be wedded partners bound by the promises you've
made today." I looked at Adam and for the second time I enveloped him in
my arms, kissed his luscious lips and felt him yield in my arms as he
reciprocated and our tongues caressed one another. We held together in
our embrace for what must have seemed like ages to Michael, who
eventually said, "I'm off to bed. I'll be thinking of you two on this
auspicious night." He got up to leave the room. Adam broke away and ran
after him.
"Dad," he said, "I just want to thank you for being the greatest Dad in
history, and for giving me to Martin, who's my most favourite person
ever."
"I'm glad you're happy," said Michael as he departed after giving Adam a
hug while Adam kissed him all over his face. Adam turned to me and said,
"This is our wedding night."
"I guess so," I replied. The whole episode had been unexpected, the
result of Adam's fertile imagination. I didn't want to disappoint the
boy, and the implications of our union in the eyes of my brother hadn't
really sunk in. "I'll carry you over the threshold," I said. I got up
and, holding Adam like a baby, carried him upstairs to our new bedroom.

I reflected how far we'd come over the past year, and what a big boy he
was becoming, fourteen at his next birthday. He'd developed a lankiness
and was rapidly becoming more hirsute. I thought back to the first time
he'd wanted to shave his face and how his soft fluffiness was replaced by
squeaky smooth flesh, which I'd made sore with my own stubbly face. His
voice was breaking, and soon it would definitely be distinguishable as a
boy's. ntog Adam's comment was that he could always shut up if he was
spoiling the scene. He'd not had his hair cut since he had come to stay
and now it stretched halfway down his back. Each day, I'd brush it for
him. I'd told him that he was lucky he wasn't in the hands of a pedophile
because now he'd be getting rejected, and then I'd reassured him that he
always looked beautiful in his frocks and would make a glorious twink.

Depositing him on the high bed, I asked Adam to undress me. He got up and
stood there in his white dress.
"Does that mean we can do all the things we've talked about now?" he
asked, as he undid my shirt buttons.
"Well, probably not all the things," I replied. "But what would you like
to do?"
"I want to be fucked," he said without any hesitation. He undid my belt.
"Fucking's what you do on your wedding night, isn't it?"
"Adam, my darling," I said. "You want your memories of tonight to be
pleasurable, not full of pain. My erection is huge in relation to your
slender bum." As he undid my jeans, by hard penis popped out right on
cue, and Adam studied it. "Lift your dress up," I went on, "and I'll give
you a blow job just for starters." And so we started to play out the
fantasy that I had described to him several times during our wank buddy
sessions. He lifted his skirts and I pulled down his knickers, Pushing
him down on the bed, I turned him over, licked a finger and inserted it
slowly into his anus. He cried out,
"Ahhhh!" and I stopped.
"You must relax it," I said. I kept a gentle pressure against his little
hole and slowly pushed my finger in further without complaint. Keeping my
hand in place I turned him towards me and started masturbating him. Then
I pulled him towards me until I could grip his whole body. Lying down, I
shifted him up the bed toward my mouth until I had his penis between my
lips. I sensed how sensitive he was as I massaged the tip with my tongue,
pushing it inside his foreskin and twirling it round the head. It didn't
take long for this treatment to make him come. He jerked about while I
held him to me, my finger still up him. His ejaculate was now five times
the volume it had been when he'd started wanking, and I let it stay in my
mouth after he came.
"That was lovely," said Adam, "as lovely as I ever imagined it could be."
"Good," I said. "You've had your first blowjob, the first of many, I
expect."
"Do you like giving blowjobs?" Adam asked after a while.
"I adore it," I said. "There's something vibrantly submissive about
giving a blowjob. There's the experience of having that throbbing bit of
meat in your mouth with saliva and pre-cum and eventually semen as well,
though I usually let guys shoot straight down my throat."
"Is mine long enough to go down your throat yet?" Adam asked.
"I should think so," I said. "And I can take five inches of face fucking,
no problemo."
"Will you try two fingers?" asked Adam.
"Well," I thought, this was a special night and Adam had been waiting so
long to experience the sex with men that he had dreamed of. "OK", I said.
I could see where this was leading. I used some of Adam's cum, which was
still swilling around my mouth, to lubricate my entire right hand and
inserted another finger.
"How does that feel?" I asked.
"Neat," he said. "Open me up." I inserted a third finger, which he took
with just a grunt, and then I started to manipulate my knuckles inside
him.
"Whoa! That feels so amazing," said Adam. With my other hand, I was
masturbating myself, and getting very hard. He was now soft and the end
of his penis glistened with my saliva. I lubricated myself with more
saliva and, with Adam now face-down on the bed, I replaced my fingers
with my penis and started pushing in very slowly. Adam gasped, but he
didn't cry out. Then he said,
"Oh Uncle, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." and his body seemed to go limp as
he took my full depth inside him. My whole 7 inches was comfortably in.
"You're the perfect fit for me, Adam,"
"Oh good," he grunted." as I started to fuck him vigorously, sometimes
coming right out of him and then plunging fast right back in.
"I'm loving this," he said at one point. I was lying with my whole weight
on top of him and he was moving in unison with my thrusts. It didn't take
long for me to reach a climax, though I tried to make it last longer by
stopping occasionally until my urge to carry on fucking took me over and
I couldn't avoid the delicious experience of coming bareback inside my
nephew. I lay there and felt the warmth of Adam underneath me, his head
just protruding from under my shoulder. I stroked his hair and kissed the
top of his ear.
"Lovely Adam," I said. We lay for several minutes, just breathing
together. After a while my penis slipped out of him and I rolled off him.
"How does it feel?" I asked, caressing his bum.
"Oh uncle," he said. "That was so wonderful. I want you to do that to me
always. I was all smothered down in the bed so it was an effort to
breathe. Not only was I being weighed on but filled, like the feeling of
relief when you go to the toilet but prolonged. And then you touched
something inside of me that just went zing."
"Did you come?" I asked.
"Too right I did!" he exclaimed. "And all without fucking touching my
dick."
He got up and I saw more glistening on the tip of his now semi-erect
penis. He stood up on the bed and some liquid started trickling down his
leg. I carried him into the shower and cleaned him up as well as washing
my own penis and giving myself a good spray-down with the shower head.
"I like the feeling of your come trickling down my leg," he said. "Like
I've been properly used and finished with, like a meal plate that has to
go in the washing up." Wrapping him in a towel, I took him back to the
bedroom. We snuggled up in bed together and were soon nearly asleep. Then
Adam said,
"Can I face-fuck you in the morning?"
"Sure" I replied, and soon we both drifted off.
Chapter 10 - an easy morning fuck

When I awoke at first light, Adam was still asleep beside me. I got up to
relieve myself and then came back to bed. Adam stirred and snuggled up to
me. I felt his morning stiffy pressing against my side and, rather than
turning over, as had been my previous practice, I reached round behind
him and stroked his smooth little perineum with one finger. Then, I
licked my finger and started pushing it up his bum as I'd done not many
hours previously. Adam made little grunting noises and tried to push
himself harder against me. We enjoyed several minutes of fondling. Adam's
hands explored my body and I got a rhythm going as I finger-fucked him. I
gradually moved down the bed so my head was lying in the centre of
the mattress  Adam pulled a couple of pillows from the top of the bed and
I lifted my head as he placed them under it.  Then he gradually moved up
my body until his penis was above my mouth.
"Come in!" I said, and he lowered his pelvis on to my face. His 5-inch
penis penetrated my mouth and then my throat. I opened my mouth as wide
as I could so my teeth didn't graze the soft velvetiness of his young and
hardly used penis and he set to, at first just little thrusts without
allowing his full weight to rest on me, but as he became more aroused,
this thrusting became wilder and more forceful, and his abdomen pushed
against the contours of my face . I gripped his shaft as hard as I could
with my lips, but the main stimulation he got was from the constriction
of my throat as he face-fucked me. I had a couple of gag-reflex
convulsions, which I controlled, and Adam's sighs and grunts indicated he
was in heaven. I kept my finger up his bum and pressed on his prostate as
he came up from each thrust. It was driving him wild and it didn't take
long before he ejaculated straight down my throat and then lay still with
the occasional quiver as his final spurts subsided. He stayed on top of
me and I felt his stiffy gradually subside inside my mouth. I knew he'd
be sensitive, but I couldn't resist swilling his penis round my tongue
gently, sucking out the last of his semen and pressing the end of his
foreskin against the top of my mouth with my tongue. He just lay there in
rapture. Eventually I lifted him off me and he rolled over on the bed
beside me.
"Good boy," I said to him. "Now you know what a face fuck is. I'll set
you some questions about it later." Adam laughed. "Are you hungry?" I
asked.
"Are you?" Adam replied.
"Well, I quite fancy a cup of coffee," I said.
"I meant," Adam said, "Are you hungry down there?" and he pointed to my
groin. "Hasn't having me in your mouth put you in the mood?" He rolled on
to his stomach and manoeuvred himself into the centre of the mattress
trying to get his bum hole to be in the best place for me to fuck him.
"Hang on, there," I said. I went to the drawer and took out a pair of
wrist cuffs with cords. I took hold of each of Adam's hands and attached
his wrists to the bedposts.
"I'm going to tie your hands to make you completely helpless while I fuck
you," I said. "and while you wait."
"Wait for what?" he asked.
"While I go and make a cup of coffee," I said. I went downstairs to the
kitchen, made myself a cup of fresh coffee. I poured a glass of orange
juice for Adam, returned to the bedroom with the drinks and the butter,
which I'd taken out of the fridge. Putting the orange juice and
butterdish down on the bedside table, I sat on the side of the bed and
started to caress Adam's bottom while I drank my coffee.
"How do you feel being tied up?" I asked. Before he could answer, I went
on, "What I really want to know is why you think you're tied up on our
bed."
"Oh," said Adam, "let me think."
"No," I said, "you've had time to think. That's why I left you tied up."
"You mean you left me tied up in order to make me think about why I was
tied up?"
"In so many words, yes." I said.
"Well," said Adam, "I did think, and I thought you tied me up because you
wanted to fuck me but you didn't want me to get away beforehand, not that
I was going to go anywhere in particular."
"Nearly right," I said, "the only reason you're tied up is so you're here
when I want to fuck you. Being tied up also gives you the opportunity to
anticipate that fucking, to imagine the pain of being penetrated, to
remember the near-suffocation, to have that extreme experience where pain
and pleasure are inseparable, and now you're splayed to make you seem
even more available." I took a sip of my coffee.
"I did think all those things, uncle, though the pain of penetration
isn't too bad. I mean it is bad, but I thought of what you told me about
pain making sex even better and that made me want to bear the pain, no
matter how bad it got." Adam paused. "And then I thought I should thank
you for tying me up and now I want to thank you for wanting me." I lay on
the bed beside Adam and with one hand I stroked his back. He was a fair
child and had from a young age had fine hair on his arms, legs, lower
back and the back of his neck. He faced me, his cheek against the
bedsheet. I looked into his eyes. They had the same sparkle, the same
look of impishness that he'd always had. If anything there was more
liveliness as the excitement of these new experiences invigorated Adam. I
kissed him on the side of his head and reached over to the bedside table.
I scooped a piece of butter with my fingers, pushed it into him and
spread the residue over his buttocks.
"Wait more," I said. "It's like melting the butter when you want to fry
an egg. You are my breakfast this morning Adam, and I want to make sure
you're done well. I'm not going to open you up this time because I want
this egg cracked quickly. It'll hurt more, but you'll be tighter, which
will give me more pleasure, OK?"
By now I had a raging hard-on and Adam lay with his lips puckered looking
at me in his 'come on' manner, the rest of him sunk between the
surrounding folds of the duvee, altogether the most divine and inviting
sight. His expression changed as he understood my metaphor with the egg,
that there would be no fingerplay this time, no gentle opening up and
relaxation. No, this was to be pure foreplay-free sodomy. It would hurt
more, but uncle would get more pleasure. Adam understood that he was
being a masochist and indeed that his uncle was being a sadist and how
the two fitted together as well as the two of us spooned together in bed.
His expression changed to one of pure connectedness as he looked his
uncle in the eye.

I got on all fours and straddled him. Then I lowered myself and carefully
guided my penis towards his jewel. As I started to drill into him and he
shrieked. I stopped. I could see he was gritting his teeth and then he
whispered, "Fuck me, uncle. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," and I slowly
pushed the rest of my whole length inside him. The butter prevented any
friction, but his tightness made my tight foreskin retract as my shaft
forced its way inside him, when I was right in I relaxed my body onto his
so that he was crushed under me. First I pounded him with several fast
short thrusts. He was still tight and I came out of him and penetrated
him again and again, out and in. He whimpered each time I entered him. I
lifted my chest and looked down at his face. There were tears in his eyes
and his face showed his agony as I penetrated him over and over again. It
occurred to me that I'd love to show him off to some of my friends in
this state.
He had a marvellous way of bending his body to fill the void left when I
withdrew and then yielding like fluid when I thrusted. Our sex act felt
like ballet. In order to prolong the pleasure, I slowed down, finding
that small gentler movements were almost as stimulating. I just tried to
take in the experience of the warmth of his perfectly fitting rectum.
What a great cunt, I thought.
"You've got a great cunt," I whispered "You're my bitch, Adam."
"I'm your bitch," he repeated
"What are you?" I asked.
"A bitch," he said, "Your bitch."
"A bitch with a cunt." I said and he repeated,
"A bitch with a cunt." I repeated, "My bitch, my bitch." with each
thrust. When i'd been at it for a while, feeling myself get more and more
aroused with each thrust, adam said,
"Go deeper. Go deeper. Make me come." I pushed myself as hard as I could
into him and he pushed back to get me in deeper. He started crying out,
sounds of his ecstasy as he came after I been battering his prostate. His
little hole tightened in spasms and that made me come, a delicious easy
early morning orgasm. I carried on thrusting involuntarily as I
ejaculated into him, and then I lay still, treasuring the moment. I lay
motionless on top of Adam for a long time.
"Was your breakfast to your liking, sir?" asked Adam eventually. I
reached up to untie his wrist cuffs from the bedposts.
"Most tasty," I replied.
"What would you like me to do with the remains?" he asked. I was puzzled
for a moment and then realised what he was on about.
"Oh just stand yourself on a towel over there," I said. Adam laid a towel
on the floor and stood on it, his arms by his sides, still wearing
the wrist-cuffs with dangling cords.
"Turn around," I said, and he turned to face away from me. Soon the
trickle appeared, a mixture of semen, mucus and shit that started to run
down his leg.
"Do you think that what you've just done was right or wrong?" I asked.
"Is there a correct answer?"
"Yes," I said,
"What will happen to me if I give the wrong answer?" he asked.
"You will have to go and sit down and make an entry on the Punishment
page of the Slave Book and show it to me."
The trickle had continued until it was below his knee.
"So tell me, was it right or wrong?"
"I don't know," Adam replied. "I really don't know." Adam had never
really believed what other people told him was right or wrong. He had
felt encouraged, especially by his Dad, to work out for himself whether
something was good or bad by the effect it had. Feeling pressured to give
a more adequate answer, Adam continued, "I reckon that the effect of you
fucking me is that you feel you've had a good shag, and that I feel
like," and here he giggled, "and I feel like a girl who has been fucked
by her boyfriend. So on the basis that if you'd done it to a girl then
she might get pregnant, and I won't, then you fucking me is more right
than if you fucked a girl."
"Good answer," I said. I got out of bed and lifted the corner of the
towel that Adam was standing on. He stepped off it and I used it to wipe
his leg.
"OK," I said, "Let's take a shower." I liked the little ritual we had
developed of him being allowed to feel the coldness of the liquid on his
leg after being fucked and the opportunity it gave him to reflect on his
submissiveness.
We headed to the shower and washed each other, now with no inhibitions
about where we touched. I held him and kissed him as the water rushed
over our faces. I pushed the shower-head against his cunt and douched him
until only clear water was being returned.
"Should have done that beforehand," he said.
"You can in future," I told him.
I held him in a long embrace. At one point he seemed sob a little bit and
his body shook.
"Something the matter?" I asked,
"No," he said, "I just feel so happy. I've never felt so happy. There's
something about being fucked - it's like I am completely taken away, with
nothing left in the world except your throbbing penis and all I exist for
is to make you come."
"Do you want to thank me?" I asked
"Oh, Uncle Martin, thank you for cracking my shell. It was almost
unbearable, but I feel so much closer to you now. Thank you again." and
he hugged me as tight as he could,

... to be continued.