little-me-13

Subject: Little Me – Ch. 13 Little Me by RJ The core of this fiction involves the sexual relationship between an adult and a minor — specifically an uncle and his young nephew. If you have any questions or comments about this piece, want to know about any of my other works, or just want to reach out, please don’t hesitate to email me. A list of my works, including links and descriptions, can be found here: https://bit.ly/2S5IYDI. If you would like to be added to a mailing list for this story (or all stories) and receive emails about any updates, let me know. Please also consider donating to Nifty if you fty/donate.html ~ CHAPTER 13 ~ When I knock on the door to Vince’s apartment, he answers with a big grin and a tight hug, having already changed into pajama pants and a thin winter-themed sweater. “Happy New Year, man!” he says to me, and I can’t help but smile as we embrace. “You too, kid,” I say, patting his back before we separate. “Good to see you got home safe.” “Fuck, yeah, the weather got crazy for a bit,” he says, letting me step inside before he locks up. “Almost just camped out in my car for a night.” It snowed substantially the first couple days of the new year, and Mother Nature tacked on some heavy winds last night. I was worried about him driving back in such conditions, so I’m relieved he made it home in one piece — especially since he looks damn tired. “You sure you didn’t?” I ask, pointing to the bags under his eyes. He just laughs. “I’m running on like, no sleep,” he says. “Oh. I can come back if you wanna–” “No, no, it’s cool,” he says, waving me off. “I just had a coffee, so I’m waiting for it to kick in.” “You sure?” I ask. “Yeah.” He smiles at me gently. “I’ll be awake in no time. Plus, I missed you, so you’re not going anywhere.” I chuckle before I leave my coat on the hook by the door and follow Vince into his living room. His roommate’s on vacation (thank the Lord) so we just lounge out together on the couch. Seems he was watching a movie right before I got here — a normal one, at that. “‘Jerry Maguire’,” he says. I look at him. “Who?” “That’s the movie,” he explains, pointing to the TV. “Ah. It any good?” Vince shrugs, grabbing the box of Cheerios he must have been picking at before I arrived. “It’s alright. There’s a sex scene in the middle of it where you see Tom Cruise’s ass, so that was a nice surprise.” I snort, shaking my head as he grins. “Bet millions of little boys all across America stroked one off to it.” “Millions?” I question. “Might be pushing it.” “Yeah, you’re right,” he says with a laugh. “I’m probably the only one.” I smile slightly as he stuffs his face with a handful of Cheerios while peering at the TV screen. “So?” I ask, eager to hear about his mini-vacation. “How was the trip?” “Oh yeah!” he says as if he forgot he only arrived two hours ago. “It was great, man. My buddy lives in Burlington, nice little town, so we had a fun few nights out. Got a little crazy,” he says with a playful smirk, and I grin, only imagining what shenanigans a young guy like him got up to, “but it was good seeing him again. And seeing my stepdad is always nice.” “Yeah, how’s he doing?” I ask him. “He’s doing alright. Hanging in there.” Vince smiles sadly. “A long time to be cooped up in there,” I comment. Hell, I only had a few years, and that nearly drove me crazy. “Yeah. But he says my visits help, so…” Vince just shrugs before looking at me. He coughs as if clearing his throat of Cheerio residue before speaking up again. “I told him about you.” My eyes go wide, and I shift in my seat, facing him a little more. “What?” “Not anything like that,” Vince says, quick to clarify. “I didn’t tell him about like, Eli and stuff. Don’t worry.” I breathe out, relieved. For a moment I was terrified that Vince was too quick to spill my secrets without permission, but it turns out putting my trust in him has been a positive thing for the both of us. “I just told him that I told you about… you know, him and I.” I nod a bit. “Was he mad?” “No,” he says, shaking his head. “Intrigued, I guess. He was surprised I told someone the full story. Even more surprised by how *much* of the full story I’ve told you.” Here, Vince smirks ever so slightly, clearly referring to the more intimate details. I laugh a little. “That’s fair. Hard to trust people about this stuff.” “Yeah, but I trust you,” Vince says easily. “He wants to meet you,” he adds, biting his lip a little, “and I kind of want you to meet him.” I stare at Vince in mild surprise. “You do?” I ask. I won’t lie: I’ve wondered what it’d be like to see Vince’s stepdad in the flesh, see how the two of them vibe when they’re in the same room together. I bet Vince still looks up at that man with the same boyish, lusty admiration I’ve seen in those videos. “Yeah,” he says more confidently. “Maybe if you come up with me next time I visit, we could all… talk a bit.” I laugh slightly. “Plenty to talk about,” I mutter. That’d be an interesting conversation, wouldn’t it? Three men all in on one secret, a mutual trust that binds us together. I can see me now, boned in my jeans under the table while I listen to their stories and watch Vince and Will interact. It’d be a hell of a treat to get Will’s insight on all this, straight from the horse’s mouth. Vince can say all he wants about his stepdad, but to truly know someone, I have to see them for myself. Vince grins. “Definitely.” He wets his lips before asking me if I’ve watched more of the tapes since we last saw each other. I smirk slightly. “A couple.” I honestly tried to resist, because I wanted to watch them with Vince again. That experience was unlike anything I’ve ever had, and the thought of reliving it kept my urge to view the tapes at bay — mostly. Eventually I caved one night, my curiosity (and erection) too strong to ignore. “Which ones?” he asks, setting his box of cereal down. I tell Vince about the two most recent scenes I watched, one of which was a bit of a sex-fest. The two of them got deep into kissing, foreplay, giving each other long, playful blowjobs, Will prepping Vinny with his tongue and fingers, and Vinny taking his stepdad’s cock with nothing short of delight. It was a hot viewing, considering how deep Will managed to get inside his boy with every gentle thrust. I also appreciated that he managed to make his stepson dry cum twice while fucking him before he even thought to finish. Overall, though, I liked the more recent one better, even if it was less graphic. It was surprisingly public, recorded on a campground. It started off in their tent, with other families right outside it sitting around a campfire, chatting and roasting marshmallows. Will zipped up their tent before cozying up with his boy, and they immediately started touching each other. They must have talked about this before they got into the tent, before Vince grabbed the camera. I could envision them whispering secretly, maybe even at the fire amongst all those unknowing people, before making up some excuse like “The boy’s tired, so we’re gonna catch some sleep” and retiring to their tent for some loving play. When Vinny pulled Will’s cock out from his stepdad’s shorts, it was already rock hard — but Vinny barely got two touches in before Will made Vinny hold the camera and started taking off his boy’s shorts. Once Vinny was naked from the waist-down, it was all about the kid, nothing but sensual licking, sucking, rimming, and deep, two-digit fingering until Vinny had what looked to be the orgasm of his life, spewing a boyload onto his stomach — a load that made Will laugh at the sight of (“You finally made cum, buddy!”) before he promptly lapped it up. Vinny’s little whimpers were divine, and Will saying “Shhh” over and over while licking up his stepson’s first-ever mess only made my dick twitch harder and harder. I feel my cock tingling at the mere mention of those tapes. I busted out a huge load each, particularly to the latter one, because I kept thinking about Eli. I wonder, if I hadn’t gone to jail, or if I had moved back home far sooner, would things end up the way they are now, maybe with one, two, three extra years under our belts? Could that have been us in that tent, fooling around on a campground under the stars, surrounded by families that were none-the-wiser? “Oh, man, yeah, that’s one of my favorites,” Vince says with a bright smile. “I remember that day fondly.” “Oh, I bet,” I say with a chuckle. I can understand why it’d be one of his favorites. He gets to relive probably one of the most intense orgasms of his young life every time he watches it. “So you liked ’em?” Vince asks, his smile turning into a smirk. “Yeah,” I admit, laughing. “Gotta say, buddy, watching you and your stepdad… It’s so fuckin’ pervy.” I meant it as a compliment, but Vince winces slightly, his grin disappearing. “Yeah, I guess.” “You okay?” I ask, concerned that I said the wrong thing. “No, yeah, just…” He shifts around a bit on the couch, looking uncomfortable. “That word always rubs me weird. Get me?” I raise my eyebrows slightly, but when I think about it for a second, I *do* get him. For whatever reason, the word “perv” really turns me on (especially when Eli calls me that), but I’m not the one who grew up listening to people tell me that the man I love is a “sick, twisted pervert” and things of that nature. “Sorry, bud,” I tell him. “I won’t say it.” “No, it’s okay,” he assures me, giving an apologetic look himself. “I know you didn’t mean it like that.” I nod at him. “I meant it in the best way, honestly,” I say with a slight laugh, and he smiles. “Yeah, I got you,” he says, chuckling slightly before asking a question. “You show Eli?” “No,” I say, surprised. Was that an option? “You can if you want to,” Vince says. “If you think he’d like ’em.” I can’t help but laugh. Eli, getting his hands on more porn? “Oh, I’m sure he would,” I say. My nephew’s reaction to viewing gay porn for the first time would be interesting to witness. Not only that, but this porn is special. It features two people that are like us: a man and a boy, an intergenerational couple that love each other *very* much. He’s never seen anything like that… and that could open up all new types of dialogue between us. Just as I’m fantasizing about showing Eli Vince’s tapes, he asks me if I want to watch one now. I can’t help but smirk a bit. “I mean…” We decide to rewatch the camping scene since it’s shorter but sweeter and intently on our minds. Vince disappears into his room for a few moments before coming back with a minimally-labeled tape. He grins at me before squatting in front of the living room television, popping out the Jerry McGuire VHS and swapping it for what we *really* want to watch. Once it starts playing, Vince shifts back to the couch with a sigh, spreading his legs and resting his hand on his inner thigh. We both sit in relative silence for the first few minutes of the tape, nudging our bulges and getting ourselves to that blissfully relaxed and horny state. Soon, though, Vince speaks up. “I wanna ask you something,” he says. I look at him, noticing he’s still staring at the TV screen. “Okay.” He bites his lip a bit, glancing at me. “But I’m afraid of how you’ll take it.” Of course, that only piques my curiosity. “What’s it about?” I ask, and he just glances at me with a slightly anxious expression. “You can ask me anything, buddy,” I tell him earnestly. “You know that. We’re totally open with each other, right?” He nods a bit, looking a little relieved, but he still glances at his lap. “Yeah. Well… It’s about the, uh… the blowjob.” I raise my eyebrows. That’s not what I expected him to mention. “What about it?” “Just wanted to make sure you weren’t upset by it.” I thought we resolved this that day before he left. He made sure we were still cool and everything, and I thought I was earnest. “I told you I wasn’t, bud,” I say. “I’m still not.” “Cool,” he says, nodding a bit, nudging his bulge with his thumb. I wait for him to say more, because there’s clearly something on his mind. I can tell. “That it?” I ask. He looks in my direction but doesn’t completely meet my eye until he finishes asking his question. “Would you be… against me doing it again?” My eyebrows raise even higher than before. “You wanna blow me again?” I think he takes my surprised tone the wrong way, because he gets a little red in the face and reverts to the embarrassed boy that’s inside him, that’s always just below the surface. “Sorry. Please don’t think I’m weird–” “No, Vince, I don’t mean it like that,” I say quickly, not wanting him to get bent out of shape over this. “I don’t think your weird, honest. Like I said, we’re open with each other, right?” “Right,” he says, sucking in his lips. “Plus, that’s the last thing I’d find weird about you,” I add with a grin. He laughs nervously, nodding. “Fair.” “So tell me what’s on your mind,” I say. He nudges his bottom lip with his knuckles as he looks at me. “I really liked sharing that moment with you, Leo. And I *really* fuckin’ liked, y’know, going down on you. Seriously. Haven’t really stopped thinking about it since, and was hoping…” He trails off a bit, but I know exactly what he’s hoping for: round two. I can’t deny that Vince gave me *exceptional* head, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself — made evident by the blinding orgasm he gave me. Even after that day, I was surprised by how much I was unbothered by him being a guy — though after everything that has happened between me and Eli, I can’t exactly expect myself to have any hidden, unaddressed bigotry. I’m already hard in my jeans from the tape, but the thought of having Vince’s warm, talented mouth around it is making my manhood twitch in anticipation. This is me being a good friend, right? Giving my buddy what he wants? I wait a moment before reaching down, slowly undoing my belt, and unzipping my fly. Vince’s eyes hone in on my crotch, unblinking, izmit escort totally focused as I reach into my underwear and gently pull my hard-on free. I see him lick his lips slightly before his eyes flicker up to mine, and when I just give him a short nod, he grins. Vince stands up, shifting in front of me before he gets onto his knees between my legs. With his hands on my thighs, he seems to wait a moment, as if silently asking me “You sure you don’t wanna back out?” But I don’t say anything or push him away. I just keep stroking myself in a slow fashion, even pushing it forward towards him like an invitation. He glances up at me before leaning into my lap, parting his lips, and engulfing me. I let out a soft moan, my eyes closing for a moment. Fuck, Vince has got a mouth on him. He somehow manages to balance eagerness with restraint. I think it’s his tongue. It’s exploratory, hungry, sliding over each inch of me with relish, coating me in his saliva. He lets out tiny moans as he bobs up and down, deep enough to send little vibrations through my shaft. *This* is some damn good head, and I slouch a bit more, completely relaxed. Vince pulls up to the head. He gives it a firm suckle before releasing me with a “Pop!” and then glancing up at me. “Tell me about Eli,” he says, reaching into my lap to wrap his fingers around my cock and stroke me at a tender pace. “What about him?” “Anything,” Vince says, leaning forward to swipe at my cock with his dripping tongue. “What you like about him. What about him turns you on. The things you do to him, things you let him do to you…” I gulp a bit. “Alright,” I say, and Vince grins before going back to work on my cock. I get brief flashbacks to that honeymoon suite, where Wes goaded me into talking about who I’ve been giving it to lately — but this time, I can speak openly about my little boyfriend. I can be honest about his identity, because Vince knows all about the kid. “He’s the sexiest little thing I’ve ever seen.” “Uh huh,” Vince says, muffled with his mouth full of cock. I notice him reaching down with his free hand, probably stroking himself. He likes it. He wants to hear more. “No one gets me harder. Even just the thought of him– Fuck,” I grunt, feeling the tip of Vince’s tongue dip teasingly into the slit before dancing around the glans. It sends a surge of electricity right to my brain. “Even just the thought of him is enough to get me throbbing.” Vince moans appreciatively, and I know why: my dick is throbbing. I wasn’t lying. Thoughts of Eli always make my dick twitch, and now I’m leaking copious amounts of precum right onto Vince’s hungry tongue. And he’s savoring every drop. “Perfectly plump little lips. Smooth little body, still small enough for me to toss around. Perfectly fuckable little peach…” I close my eyes, almost daydreaming about Eli and his smooth, milky skin. I picture him sprawled out in my bed, looking up at me with that eager, horny look in his eyes and a smirk to match. Or, better yet — the look he gives me fresh after a good fuck: sleepy, dazed, but totally satisfied, his eyes half-lidded and a peaceful smile on his face. Absolutely beautiful, inside and out. Such a smart kid, fun-loving, good-natured, gentle, curious, inspiring. He’s perfect. My little nephew, my little boyfriend, he’s the perfect guy. “I’m in love with him,” I find myself saying. In response, Vince moans loudly around my cock before taking me even deeper. His nose presses into my pubes, and I grunt at the sensation of his throat trying to take me whole. The words slip from my mouth just as my hand pets the back of his head: “Ugh, that’s a good boy.” Vince chokes for a moment and then quickly pulls off, panting and coughing into the back of his hand. “Sorry,” he manages between coughs. I look down, surprised. “You okay?” He nods. “Yeah, just…” He finally catches his breath a bit, flushed in the face. “That really fuckin’ turns me on.” “What does?” I ask. “Being called a boy,” he says, slowly looking up at me. I grin a little bit. “Yeah?” “*Big* time.” I bite my lip a bit, my fingers finding their way around my cock again. “Want me to call you ‘boy’, then?” “Fuck yeah,” he pants, almost in a whisper, quickly leaning in and nuzzling his face into my lap with a fresh spark in his eye. Then he pauses, looking up at me. “Can I call you ‘Daddy’?” My answer lies with my cock. Something about that word makes my dick visibly twitch right in front of his face, and he grins at the sight of a little precum oozing from the tip. “That a yes?” he asks cheekily. “Call me what you want, boy,” I mutter, and he moans before gobbling up my cock again. I don’t know if he’s salivating more than usual or what, because the blowjob he gives me is beautifully sloppy and noisy. “Fuuuck,” I groan, resting my hand on the back of his head, guiding him at the pace I like. “You’re doin’ good, kid.” “Mmm,” Vince hums, pulling off, swallowing thickly, and panting gently. “Thank you, Daddy.” He grips my cock with a firm, knowledgeable grip, clearly eager to please. His thumb brushes tantalizingly against the underside of the head of my cock, and my hips twitch upwards in response. He smiles — though it’s, interestingly enough, not a sensual, wicked grin. It’s an innocent sort of smile, boyish at its heart. He leans forward, sliding his tongue repeatedly against the underside of my cock as he looks up at me. “You Daddy’s good boy?” I ask. He nods eagerly, soaking in the praise. “And you’re gonna keep being Daddy’s good little boy, right?” Vince lets out a moan, giving the very tip of my cock a quick suck. “Fuck yes, Daddy.” I reach down and grip his hair, holding him firmly in place and keeping him still. “Watch your mouth, boy,” I murmur. Vince flushes all over, but I can see it in his eyes: he’s fucking thrilled, deep in that hazy headspace good sexual energy brings. “Sorry, Daddy.” “It’s alright, kiddo. I forgive you,” I say, grabbing my cock and rubbing the tip of it along his lips so that his mouth is glistening with my precum. I swear I hear the tiniest whimper before he opens his mouth wide to take in my cock — but I hold him back, simultaneously pulling my manhood away from the reach of his mouth. “Nuh uh,” I say, grinning a bit. “What do you say?” “Please,” he says immediately, looking up at me like a beggar boy. “Please, Daddy.” “Please what?” I ask with a cocked eyebrow. Fuck, this is a thrill. I never thought I’d get into something like this — so seamlessly, so suddenly, too. But Vince’s energy is bringing it right out of me. “Please let me make you cum.” I lick my lips and push my dick forward, and without any hesitation, Vince swallows my cock. I moan, tensing hard for a moment before I finally relax and just enjoy the sweet talents of a horny twenty-something. I comb his hair repeatedly, whispering small praises like “Good boy” and “You’re making Daddy feel so fuckin’ good, kiddo” as he works, responding to my words with whimpers and moans. I feel myself sinking into the couch, feeling so comfortable, so electrified, so turned on in this moment. Vince’s lips and tongue, along with hands on my balls and around the base of my shaft, are bringing me gradually to what is surely to be a spectacular orgasm. My eyes roll back slightly as it builds, and as soon as I tell Vince that I’m close, he seems to become even more energized, totally enthused, focused on his goal and working faster. When I finally cum, the intensity nearly makes the bones in my toes pop. I swear, making a guttural noise as Vince slurps up every rope of cum I feed into his mouth. He’s moaning steadily now, in the way anyone groans after tasting a particularly good meal. He slows down, taking his time, working his tongue lavishly around my sensitive cockhead, and I clutch onto the edge of the couch tightly until my climax, long and hard, finally passes. “Jeeesus,” I whisper, exhaling so heavily it’s like my body is deflating. I look down at Vince, who’s still suckling on my cock even as it goes soft in his mouth. Soon, though, he does pull off, licking his lips with a hum and then taking a moment to really catch his breath. “Fucking *hell*,” Vince pants softly, sitting back on his heels before glancing at the floor and laughing a bit. “Do you know how to get cum out of carpet?” Shit, I didn’t even know he got off. Honestly, I would’ve helped him out if he needed me to, but apparently he just needed my dick. “‘Fraid I don’t,” I say with a small smile, reaching down to give my cock a tug. Usually there are a couple drops of cum post-orgasm, but not today. Vince absolutely drained my balls. “Ah well,” he says softly before looking up at me with a satisfied sort of smile. There’s a hint of shyness in there, too. “Anyway, um… Thanks for that.” I smirk a little. “Thank you too, bud.” He nods before laughing, almost to himself. “Fuck, that was so hot,” he says as he runs his fingers through his hair. “Hope it wasn’t too much for you or anything.” “Listen, Vince,” I say with a small laugh, “if it was too much for me, I wouldn’t do it. Stop worrying.” I smile at him gently. “It was hot for me, too.” He beams at me appreciatively, the worry in his face lessening significantly. “So we’re good, big guy?” I smile. “Very.” Vince and I hang out for a few hours and do some normal things like take another crack at Tomb Raider. I always like this dynamic between us. We can do something as twisted as jerk off to tapes of his stepdad making love to his younger self, or he can suck me off to a killer orgasm while calling me “Daddy”, and then, immediately after, we can bro out with some music or video games. I don’t feel weird about the fact that my dick has been in his mouth twice now. I just find it interesting how he can treat me both like “one of the guys” and an adult figure in his life that he undoubtedly finds attractive. I’m curious to know what he thinks about that juxtaposition, but I haven’t asked yet. As we’re attempting to get through a particular level in Tomb Raider again, I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket. I don’t recognize the number, but I’m surprised to hear a voice that I *do* recognize after I answer the call and say hello. “Uncle Leo?” “Eli?” I ask, confused. “Where are you calling from?” Usually he calls me from the house phone since he’s memorized my number. “I’m at Jimmy’s,” he says. “Oh.” Is he calling from Ruth’s house phone or something? “Is… everything okay?” Vince glances away from the TV and looks over at me with a concerned expression, controller in his hand. “Yeah,” he says. “Jimmy’s in trouble, though. His brother too.” “Trouble?” He whispers this next part: “Jimmy’s mom found some magazines under his bed.” I snort slightly, waving at Vince to let him know everything’s fine. “Uh oh.” I can imagine she wasn’t too happy about that. “*You* didn’t get yelled at?” “It’s not *my* house,” he says, and I can hear the little grin in his voice. “Just tell me this isn’t your fault,” I say. “It’s not. I promise.” “Mhm,” I say, playfully skeptical. “I *promise*,” he insists. “Why don’t you believe me?” “I do believe you,” I say, trying not to laugh. “Good. Can you pick me up?” I blink. “Right now?” “Yes.” “Can’t you ask your mom or dad?” “I *can*,” he says reluctantly, “but I miss you.” I smile. “I just saw you yesterday, you dork.” “I still miss you,” he says in a small voice. My heart twitches. “I miss you too, but–” “Pleeease?” he whines. I sigh through my nose slightly before holding my hand over the receiver and addressing Vince. “Eli needs me to go get him.” “Oh! Well, you should go, man,” he says, pausing the game, clearly picking up on the fact that I’m hesitant on cutting our time short. “You sure?” “Yeah, of course. We can hang out whenever.” I smile a bit before answering Eli. “Give me fifteen minutes.” “Yay!” he says, shouting loudly enough for me to have to pull the phone away from my ear. “Calm down, Eli,” I say with a laugh. “No,” he says cheekily before saying “See you soon!” and then hanging up on me. I sigh, closing my phone shut and pocketing it before I turn to Vince. “Duty calls, I guess,” I say with a smile. He chuckles. “It’s all good. I think it’s sweet.” Yeah, I bet you do, Vinny boy. I smile and stand up and stretch a bit. “Well… ‘Til next time, then?” “Yeah, man. You’re free to come by any time,” he says, standing up with me and escorting me to the door. “Thanks, bud. And hey,” I add, grabbing my coat off the hook, “maybe one of these days, you can hang out with me and Eli.” I just give him a purposefully vague sort of smile, trying not to laugh at the surprised-but-excited expression that appears on his face. “Y-yeah, that’d… that’d be awesome,” he says, biting back a grin as he watches me put my coat on. I know this is something that’s been on his mind since we started hanging out, but he’s a good kid. He never pushed. “Just let me know when.” “Will do.” I smile when I see Vince extend his hand cordially. I grab it, but instead of a handshake, I tug him in for a hug — a deep, fraternal embrace. “Don’t be a stranger,” I murmur to him. “I won’t,” Vince says, deepening the hug momentarily before pulling back. I give his upper arm a few affectionate taps before heading out the door, and before Vince closes it behind me, he says “Bye, Pops!” I turn to see him wink at me, and I laugh, shaking my head. “Behave yourself, boy.” When I arrive at Ruth’s house, the front door is ajar. I look at it curiously, wondering why someone left the door practically wide open in the middle of a New England winter before poking my head in. “Um. Hello?” I call out. I hear Ruth’s voice coming from the adjacent kitchen. “Who’s that?” she demands, sounding pissed. “Leo.” “Leo!” she says, immediately sounding excited. I hear the clatter of silverware before she appears in the foyer, smiling brightly. “Hey! Come in, come in!” I smile, her energy absolutely infectious. “Your door’s, uh, wide open, yahya kaptan escort you know.” “Yeah, I just let the dog out,” she says, and I nod in understanding. The little thing must have ran off into the woods on the side to do his business. I saw a shoveled-path through the snow-covered grass leading in that direction. “Do you want anything? Coffee, tea?” “I’m all set, but thank you, though,” I say with an appreciative grin. “Just here to pick up Eli.” “Not here just to visit me?” she asks with a sly grin. “That’s just a bonus,” I add lightly, making her giggle slightly. “The boys are upstairs. Eli!” she shouts towards the staircase. I hear Eli’s little voice coming from upstairs. “Yeah?” “Your Uncle Leo’s here!” I almost burst out laughing hearing the little squeal that emerges from him. “One minute! I gotta pack.” In the meantime, Ruth and I find ourselves in the kitchen, and I lean against the counter while she handles scrubbing some dishes. “So… Heard there was some trouble this morning?” I ask. She glances at me, grimacing. “Eli told you?” “A little bit.” She rolls her eyes. “Fuckin’ boys,” she mutters, and I laugh. “Pretty sure Jimmy’s been scoping around my eldest’s room, and who knows where *he* got all of that stuff.” She pauses her dishwashing, putting a hand on her hip and facing me. “Do you know how many porn magazines I found?” “How many?” I ask, a little amused. “Thirty. *Thirty*, Leo! What a waste of money!” I can’t help it — I burst out laughing, and even she cracks a smile. “Oh sure, laugh at my misery.” “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to,” I say, chuckling. “It’s just… That is kind of a lot.” “It is *absolutely* a lot,” she says, residual irritation in her voice. At least she’s smiling at me. “Tell me you weren’t this gross as a kid.” “Wesley was the gross one,” I say with a grin. “And you were the pure and chaste one?” “Bingo.” She laughs before biting her lip a bit, looking at me in an intrigued sort of way. “Off-topic, and not to be forward or anything, but what are you doing this upcoming weekend?” I raise my eyebrows. “This weekend? Uh… No big plans, really. Why?” “Was hoping you’d get drinks with me,” she says with a gentle smile. “As a date.” I swallow, probably flushing. “Oh.” She laughs, clearly reading into my reaction. “You can say no if you’re not interested,” she says calmly. “I’m a big girl.” I bite my lip. Fuck, it’d be nice to. I *do* like Ruth. A lot, actually. She’s fun and sexy and strong, and we mesh well, and she’d be the optimal chance for me to do something normal besides continuing to fuck around with a kid. But Eli… The more I think about him, especially now, faced with the opportunity to start something romantic, the more I’m convinced I can’t date. Maybe what I said to Vince wasn’t untrue. Maybe I really am in love with the little guy. My little boyfriend. “I can’t,” I tell her, frowning slightly. “My heart is… somewhere else.” She smiles sadly. “Damn. I waited too long, huh?” I laugh a little. “Slightly.” “Ah well. Can’t blame a girl for trying.” Eli comes down a few moments later with his bag packed and ready to go. He hugs Ruth goodbye and thanks her for letting him stay over, and of course she responds with “Any time, cutie.” Her and I hug as well, and I feel a strange relief when we embrace. There’s no awkwardness between us, no weird tension. She handled the rejection like anyone should, and it’s nice leaving her home feeling like I haven’t lost a friend. Eli and I walk out to the truck together, passing the puppy on his way back in. He barks and sniffs our ankles, and Eli scratches behind his ears before he trots back up the porch and into the house. I smile before helping Eli into the truck (the passenger door has gotten a little rusty over the winter), and as soon as we’re both buckled up, before I can even start the car and ask if he had fun with Jimmy, he asks if he can sleepover. “Seriously?” I ask, laughing. “Don’t you have school in the morning?” His Christmas break is officially over after today. “Yes.” I grin, starting the truck. “How you gonna get there then?” I ask as I shift into reverse and start backing out of Ruth’s driveway. “You can take me.” I scoff. “I’m not your chauffeur, kid.” “Please?” Eli asks. “It’ll be fun. We can have sex and stuff.” I roll my eyes. “You can’t just tempt me with sex and expect to get what you want.” But when I glance at him after turning onto the road, he’s just smiling slyly. “But I *do* get what I want.” I can’t help but laugh. “Little fucker,” I mutter, pushing him playfully, making him giggle. “Fine.” He gasps happily. “Really?” “Yes, really,” I say, smirking. “Don’t make me change my mind.” He just grins. “You won’t.” We swing by the house briefly to first ask Tanya and Wes’s permission for Eli to sleep over at my place. They of course have no qualms about me taking care of Eli for a night, so I head upstairs with him and “help him pack” (which is just code for giving ourselves three uninterrupted minutes of making out). Then, it’s off to the lake house. As soon as we arrive, Eli’s all moans and groans. “It’s *cold* in here,” heading straight for my room. “It was your idea to come here,” I tease, grinning slightly. I never leave the heat on when I’m out for extended periods of time. It’s a waste of money. But we have a long evening ahead of us, so I head straight for the thermostat and turn it up high. “When’s the heat gonna turn on?” Eli asks from the bedroom, probably to put his things down. “It’ll take a little while, buddy,” I say with a smirk. “Patience, alright?” “Ugh,” he groans, and I laugh to myself before leaving my coat by the island. I grab myself a quick drink, waiting for him to come back out — but a minute goes by, and no Eli. I head into the bedroom to investigate, finding that he tucked himself in under my oversized comforter. “What are you doing?” I ask, leaning against the doorway. “It’s *cold*,” he repeats, mouth muffled by the blanket. Only the top of his head is exposed, so he’s just peering at me with soft, bespectacled eyes. “You’re gonna have to toughen up, kid.” “Just take me back to California,” he says, and I laugh. “Cali was nice, huh?” “Better than *here*,” he says moodily before pulling the blanket back a bit and patting the sheets beside him. “Come in here with me.” “So many demands,” I murmur with a smile before kicking my shoes off and climbing into bed with Eli. He latches onto me before I even get the blanket over myself, so it takes a moment to really get comfortable and settle into each other’s warmth. “Better?” I ask as he puts his face on my chest. “Yeah,” he says softly. I grin a bit before patting his arm. “Slide up more. I wanna look at you when I’m talking to you.” “Ugh, fine,” he grumbles, but when he slides up so that we’re face-to-face, he’s smiling as per usual. I let my hand drift down his side, over his hip, and grab his leg to drape it over my body, getting us nice and close. “Hey,” I whisper. He smiles even wider, his eyes squinting slightly. “Hi.” “What’s up?” “Just layin’,” he says with a grin. “Oh yeah? Lay here often?” I say with a chuckle, and he pushes his hands into my face. “You’re so stupid,” he teases. I grab his wrist to pull his hand off my face, laughing. “Don’t be mean,” I say, keeping hold of his hand and bringing it to my lips. I kiss each knuckle, and he stares at me with an adoring smile on his lips. When I let go of his hand, he keeps it there, running his fingers gently over my facial hair like he’s tracing it. “You’re really handsome.” I laugh. “You think so?” “I know so.” “Ooo. Well thanks, kiddo,” I say, kissing his fingertips when they dance across my lips. Leave it to an eleven-year-old to make me feel like a fuckin’ stud. “You’re pretty damn handsome, yourself.” Eli laughs. “You think so?” he asks, mocking my words. “Mmm. I know so,” I say in a low tone, moving my hand to his hip. I slip it right under his sweater to touch his skin. He kisses slightly, and I laugh. “Just give it a sec,” I murmur, knowing my hand probably feels cold on his torso. “I’m tryin’ to stay warm here,” Eli teases, grinning. “I’ll keep you warm, buddy, don’t worry,” I say, leaning in to kiss his lips. I only intend for it to be a quick peck, but Eli leans up into me a bit, slightly deepening the kiss. Our lips separate with a wet click, both of us smiling at each other, heating up from the inside out. “Know what I was thinkin’ about today?” “What?” Eli asks. “You,” I say, making him blush slightly, “and how much I love you.” “I love you too, Uncle Leo,” he says with a cheery smile. “Yeah, but this is special love, baby,” I tell him, gently running my hands up and down his soft side. “Your Uncle Leo, he… Well, *I* love you more than I can put to words, buddy.” I thought about it on the ride over. I kept thinking “I should tell him, shouldn’t I? I should sit him down and tell him I’m in love with him.” I’m unsure of how he’ll take it, but I suppose whether or not he understands those words is beside the point — I can *make* him understand. I can explain it in any way he needs to hear for him to really get the depths of my feelings for him, the reach of my adoration and affection, how holistic this love is. Eli chuckles. “Sounds like a lot.” “It really is,” I say, laughing softly. I lean in and kiss his nose gently. “I’m *in* love with you. You know what that means?” He thinks about it for a moment. “Is that like… you like-like-like me?” I smirk. These kids and their phrases. “Yeah. Like I like-like-like you. Triple like.” He blushes and smiles widely, seeming to understand a bit. “All romantic and stuff.” “Like in a movie.” That’s a damn good angle to come from. Why didn’t I think of that before? “Yeah, buddy. Like a prince loves his princess in those dumb Disney movies you watch.” “They’re not dumb,” he says defensively, poking my side. “And I’m not a princess.” I grunt, laughing. “You’re right. You’re the sexy little prince,” I say with a smirk, and he blushes and giggles. “I’m fine with that,” he says with a cheeky smile. “Am I making sense though?” “Yeah,” he says softly, smiling more gently now as he looks at my chin. “I already know you got a crush on me, Uncle Leo.” I snort. “Do you, now?” “Mhm.” He leans in and kisses my lips slowly. “Got a big crush on you too.” Fuck, my heart. “Yeah?” I say with a grin. “You got a big fat crush on your uncle?” Eli giggles, sliding his body even closer to mine. “*Huge*,” he says before roping me into a slow, deep lip-lock. I find myself getting lost in his lips. Part of me wants to wait, to talk more, to ensure that he really gets it, but my body is betraying me. Actually, Eli’s body is betraying me. He pushes up against me, sliding an arm behind my neck to grab at the hair on the back of my head as we kiss. Slowly, it becomes more insistent. With each gentle push of his hips towards mine, I can feel it: he’s horny. He’s horny and he wants it. I tighten my grip on his side for a moment before sliding my hand over and running my now-warm palm up his back. He lets out a tiny whimper against my mouth, arching his spine a hint. Just as my hand touches the curve of his ass, he slips me some tongue, parting my lips with that curious muscle of his and gliding it across my own. Now it’s my turn to moan. I let out a deep, soft growl, my hand shifting right to his ass and giving it a firm grip. Fuck, his damn jeans. They’re getting completely in the way. Thus, the undressing commences. We take our time with it, too. First things to go are the pants. As I slide my hands to the front of him and undo the button on his jeans, he reaches down and does the same for me. I feel his fingers lifting the hem of my shirt to get at my belt, expertly undoing the buckle and managing to have my fly down before I even start pushing his jeans off his hips. We separate to shimmy out of them, kicking them out from under the blanket and chuckling softly when we hear them hit the floor. Then, we slide close again, getting our legs sandwiched in between each other’s. Eli looks down, sliding his hand between us and petting the tent in my boxer briefs. I groan softly as his fingers find the head of my cock and tease it through the fabric. He keeps gently rubbing his fingers against the protrusion before looking up at me with a smile. “Enjoying yourself?” I ask. “Yep.” He grins before taking my hand and guiding it to his own groin. I bite my lip when I feel how hard he is. Fuck, it’s incredible how erect a boy can get — stiff as a bone. I grip him through his briefs for a moment but then decide to one-up him by sliding my bare hand between his undies and his smooth skin. He moans, tensing up and nudging his hips forward, pressing his cock insistently against my palm. It just makes me grin. Go ahead, Eli. Use your uncle’s hand. Quickly, though, he gets used to that initial shock of skin-to-skin contact, and he switches some of his attention to me. I feel one of his hands tug on the waistband of my boxers and hold it out enough for his other hand to reach inside and fish my cock out. He keeps a tender grip on my manhood, stroking it slowly just as I rope him in for some deep, sensual kissing full of tongue and spit. The heightened lip-lock only makes me want to be closer to him, so I shift my hand to his bottom and pull him right into me, letting him grind up against me. As we kiss, I slip a hand into his undies, my palm perfectly cupping one of those smooth cheeks of his. I grip it tight, my fingertips irresistibly close to his most sensitive place. Unable to stop myself, I nudge his hole with my middle finger, eliciting the sexiest mewl from Eli. I chuckle, breaking the kiss a bit. “This what you want?” I ask. Eli sighs softly, nodding, and then flushes intensely when I start rubbing his sensitive ring in slow circles. “Beautiful boy,” I whisper to him, though he’s not even looking at me. gebze escort His eyes are closed and his lips are gently parted, his whole body focused solely on my finger. I know what my boy needs. He needs to be devoured. I lick my lips slightly and then kiss his neck and shoulder before shifting him so that he’s on his stomach. I work my way further under the blankets, my hands sliding down his sides until they get to his hips — and I press my face right between those cheeks, even with his underwear still on. Eli moans a little, pushing his hips into the mattress as my salivating mouth dampens the fabric, tongue pressing towards his hole with the urgency of someone who’s desperate to be inside. I groan deeply, massaging a cheek in each hand as I rub my face up and down slowly, inhaling, breathing him completely into my lungs. God, that scent. The scent of boy. *My* boy. Then, slowly, I peel back his underwear, kissing from the small of his back down to the valley between his cheeks, invading the space with soft kisses and gentle swipes of my tongue. I can feel Eli tensing more and more the closer I get to his sweet pucker, and when my tongue finally does make contact, he gasps, lifting himself up on his elbows and pushing his ass back into me more. I chuckle a bit but continue, letting my tongue glide across his most intimate place. I pull back a bit to spread his cheeks and take a good look at it — and fuck, does it make my cock twitch. Such a pretty, pink, pristine little rosebud, completely responsive to me, eleven-years-young. I caress it gently with my thumb before diving in with my mouth and giving my boy the works. I give him spit. I give him kisses, both teasing and deep. I give him soft, cool air on his damp, twitching hole. I give him tongue around his sphincter before slowly easing into him to taste him, the flavor of him heightening my senses. That’s what gets Eli whimpering the most: when I slowly tongue-fuck him, when I spread his cheeks apart as far as they can go so that I can slide my tongue in as deep as possible. By the time I’m ready to introduce a finger, Eli is dripping wet. I spit down directly onto his hole (mostly just for the fun of it) and rub my saliva in with my index finger before slowly pushing into him. “Aw, yeah,” Eli murmurs, pushing back against my finger, causing it to go deeper. I bite my lip at the sight of his hole hugging my finger so snugly, accepting it so willingly. “Feel good, baby?” I ask. “Mhm,” he hums, grabbing one of the pillows and hugging it tightly. “Want another?” “Pretty please.” I smile a bit before introducing my middle finger along with the index. I take it slow as I stretch him out, and he whimpers a bit before sighing contentedly. I kiss his cheek as I start to rock my fingers slowly back and forth, grinning when I see the way Eli humps the mattress in time with my movements. I’ve got him really worked up now. I have him spread his legs a little more so that I can ease my fingers deeper, and deeper still, until they’re both buried in him. Eli cries out when I curl them, tease that little button of his, and make him writhe in pleasure. “I’m gonna cum, Uncle Leo,” he pants after a while. “Go ahead, buddy,” I tell him, rubbing his back with my free hand as I keep moving my fingers back and forth. “Cum for me.” “But the sheets–” “Don’t worry about those. Do what you gotta do.” Even though I can’t see his face, I can picture it clearly: red, probably biting his lip, eyes scrunched up as his orgasm builds, until finally — sweet release. He cries out slightly, his voice hitting a higher pitch just as I feel his hole start to clamp down on my fingers. He ruts into the mattress as deeply as he can, making a mess of the sheets underneath him, and I just stroke his skin and finger him soothingly through his climax. When he finally relaxes his body, I chuckle a bit and slowly remove my fingers. After carefully stripping him of his underwear, I crawl over his body and kiss his neck. “Hey.” He giggles softly before turning his head towards me a little more. “Hi.” I kiss his cheek, smiling. “Feelin’ good?” “Mhm,” he says with a little nod. “That one felt extra nice.” I chuckle. “That’s what I like to hear.” He leans his head back enough to snag a quick kiss on the lips before smiling. “I can feel your dick on my butt.” I glance down and laugh. Sure enough, my cock is resting on his smooth little bottom, leaving streaks of precum whenever it moves. “That’s exactly where my dick wants to be,” I say, and I grind into him playfully, causing him to laugh before I start kissing his neck. “Can I fuck you, kiddo?” Eli hums a little. “Can we do it on my back this time?” “Hell yeah, we can.” As Eli rolls over, I slip out of my underwear completely. Both of us take our shirts off and toss them away before kissing slowly, deeply, sensually, both completely bared to each other, naked and free. As I get between his legs, I slide a hand town the center of his torso, brushing across his already-hard cock. My intention is to get back to his hole and finger him — but he beat me to it. I moan into his mouth when I feel him already finger-fucking himself, and my cock starts twitching with lust. I pull back from his lips to sit back on my heels and watch. He bites his lip as his little fingers slide in and out of his well-prepared hole, and I just stroke my cock at the sight of him. Beautiful fucking kid, pleasuring himself. I take a moment to really soak him in, to appreciate the supple skin, the tensed core muscles forming below his small pecs, the fresh-pink allure of his nipples, that angelically-devilish face of his. It’s a wonder I didn’t fall in love sooner. I shift a bit between his legs, pressing the head of my cock against his knuckles. When he feels me trying to gain entry, he slides his fingers from his hole, wraps them around my shaft, and tugs me closer. I spit down on my cock and rub a bit of it in before nudging the tip of my cock against his pucker and very gently pushing forward. Once the head slides in, once we connect, both of us sigh. I put my hands on either side of him and hover over his face. “Look at me, kiddo,” I say softly. Eli tilts his face up and stares up at me with a wide-eyed expression, his mouth shaped with surprise. I bite my lip as I ease another inch of me into him, watching his eyebrows arch more and more until they practically meet in the center when I’m nearly fully coupled with him. “Goddamn it, Eli, you feel so good,” I breathe out. And fuck, is that an understatement. He hugs my cock in the most spectacular way: complete warmth, rich tightness, fits like a new glove, as if he were custom made for me and I him. He blushes softly, smiling for a brief moment before his moans take over. He does his best to maintain eye contact, though, and it ignites the fire in me all over again, being so connected with him in this moment. When I thrust forward a little more sharply, he inhales with a shaky whine, clutching onto my arm, eyes still locked on mine. He must be really feeling it today, because his eyes water a bit, and a single tear escapes his left eye. I reach over and cup his face with my palm, wiping the tear away with my thumb before working my hips in a slow, loving motion — making love with my nephew. “Uncle Leo?” he chirps softly. “Yeah?” “Can you kiss me?” I smile, giving him my answer by leaning down and kissing him right on the lips — once, then twice, then a third time, getting increasingly deeper with each kiss. Our lips smack lewdly against each other every time we pull away, and we never wait more than a second to have our lips connect once again. I feed him my tongue and he’s quick to snatch it between his teeth, biting gently before lapping at it as if he’s a dog licking an injury. This is when I feel the most intimate with Eli: cock inside him, his arms around me, our lips connected. It’s so deliciously sweet, so perfect, that I find myself at a loss for words, momentarily blinded by the kid beneath me. This is what it feels like, *really* feels like: true love. Part of me knows it’s crazy (which, if I’m being honest, is part of the appeal), but it feels too right for me to ignore what I know as fact. One of Eli’s hands shift between us to paw at his cock, and I smile against his lips, encouraging him to get himself off again. I start rutting my hips into him a little harder, keeping to smooth gyrations and calculated thrusts. I want him to feel every inch of me. I want him to feel how deep I can get, how fully I can be a part of him. I want him to know. Eli’s a moaning mess, in the best way. He whimpers and grunts against my lips, trying to kiss back even though he’s clearly overtaken with sensations. His hand ends up slipping from his cock so that he can grip the sheets, and so I quickly take over for him — and that does him in. Barely two strokes in and he’s crying out, arching his back as his second orgasm takes over his whole being. He bites his lip hard, squirming as his cock pulses in my grip and spews out several shots of boycum. My eyes roll back a bit when I feel his hole practically milking my cock, begging me to plant this load inside him. I pull out only once, just to lube up my cock with the fresh load Eli has gifted me. I rub it into my shaft before easing myself back in, all the way to the hilt. Eli gasps and clutches onto me as I give it to my boy good, kissing him deeply, breathing in his scent. I don’t last too long after that. After a few minutes of tempered thrusts, I give Eli one more deep push and then start to cum. I groan out, grinding my dick into him as deeply as I can manage as my cock pulses once, twice, seven, nine times. Nine fucking shots. I realize I’m seeing stars a bit. It takes me a while to come to, and when I do, I sense Eli giggling and poking my shoulder. “Uncle Leooo?” he murmurs. “Huh?” I ask, feeling dazed still. “You’re crushing me.” “Oh, shit,” I say, laughing slightly. I hadn’t realized I was resting completely on top of him. I must have totally collapsed. I roll off of Eli, my cock slipping from his hole with a lewd “Pop!” before I shift onto my back with a heavy sigh. I scratch my chest, smiling sleepily. “Sorry,” I say. “It’s okay,” he says, rolling onto his side and kissing my arm. “I just thought you passed out.” “I think I might have,” I mutter with a laugh. “You’re crazy,” he says before sitting up with surprising energy. “Gotta pee!” he announces before bounding off the bed and running to the bathroom. Of course, I can’t help but notice the trickle of cum sliding down his leg… I smile to myself, lying there for a few moments and just enjoying the afterglow. My body feels absolutely content. That’s the best way I can describe it. Everything feels balanced. Right. I feel that soft, tingling sensation throughout my whole body, extending from my cock to my extremities. That boy. That fucking boy. Kind of wish he had just held it so we could enjoy that post-sex haze for a moment, but he’s still a kid, full of energy. It’s hard to keep up with him. I stretch a little bit and then slip out of bed, still completely naked. After such a long session together, the small house has gotten up to a cozy temperature throughout the building, so I don’t bother with getting dressed. I lick my lips slightly as I head into the kitchen and grab myself some water, smiling when I hear Eli singing softly in the bathroom. Such a happy boy, he is. I shift over to the living room, and my eyes settle on the television. Eli will probably want to watch a movie of some sort, I’m sure — and then, I’m reminded about Vince, Vince and his tapes. I set my drink down and squat down to where I keep the three tapes Vince gifted me. He gave me permission to show Eli. In fact, I’m pretty sure he encouraged me to. I grin slightly as I hold the VHS tapes in my hands as if testing the weight of each. I guess, in a way, they are pretty weighty — because of their contents, because of the trusting bond Vince and I have built around them, because of how I’m anticipating my nephew’s excitement. I take a moment to debate which one I should show Eli first. I should probably just start chronologically, right? We could ride Vinny’s journey together. But before I really make a decision, I hear Eli yell from the bathroom. I furrow my brows, my head whipping around towards the door as I stand up. Instinctively, I feared he injured himself, but Eli comes bolting out of the bathroom, running towards me with an ear-to-ear grin on his face. “Uncle Leo, Uncle Leo!” “What?” I ask, bewildered, setting the tapes down. “Look!” he says, pointing to his bare groin. “*Look*!” “At… what?” I ask, starting to grin a bit. He groans before grabbing my arm and tugging on it, signaling for me to kneel down. So I do, kneeling in front of him and leaning in to inspect the spot he’s pointing at. “See?!” I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be looking for. A bug bite or something? But then, after rubbing the spot with my thumb, I see it: a little blondish hair. Eli’s first pube. I start laughing. “You see it?” Eli asks excitedly. “I see it, buddy,” I say with a grin, looking up at him. “I’m finally growing up!” I beam up at him. This feels like a full-circle moment, in a way. This is around the time where it all started for us — when he really started opening up. I remember resting on his living room couch, him being all worried about not having hair, telling me how he checked every day to see if one sprouted from above his cock yet, asking me if *I* saw anything. And now, here we are, two seasons deep into an intimate relationship beyond the likes of anything I’ve had prior. I think that’s how I know — by comparison. What I’ve felt for women in the past, although strong, was nothing compared to how I feel about Eli. There’s the familial element, the friendship we share, the inexplicably natural sexual chemistry, all tied into one beautiful bond. And to think, I still get to watch this boy grow up. I get to witness his transformation from boy to teen, from teen to man, with him every step of the way if he allows it. What a fucking honor. A privilege. “Yeah, buddy,” I say with a smile, almost tearing up. “You are.”