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Subject: On the Road by Laurence Nightingale Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and contains sexual situation between men of varying ages. If such content offends you please do not read. Also, if you are under 18 or it is illegal to read such work in your country, please do not read. The author does not condone any of actions that occur within this work. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, or to events that may have occured is coincidental. The author reserves all copyright claims and as such this story or parts of this story may not be duplicated or published outside of the website where it is posted without the consent of the author. Authors Note: Some elements of this story have been revised to conform with Nifty guidelines. This is part 16 in my DadzNKidz series. On The Road (DadzNKidz 16.0) By Laurence Nightingale Part 1: Remembrance of Days Past Chapter 1 (Mb11, oral, anal, coercion, Mb9, jo) Brandon McCaffrey worked quickly to put away the laundry, make the beds, and clean the bathroom. It was already 5:30, and his nephew Jayden would arrive in less than thirty minutes. He loved hanging out with the kid, and he didn’t want to waste any of their weekend together doing chores. Having only recently turned nine, his nephew had become more and more an important part of his life. In the beginning, it had taken some serious discussions with his brother-over the objections of his sister-in-law Rebecca-for the then six year old kid to stay overnight. At first Brandon thought Becky was suspicious of him only to later find out she was primarily worried that he would reinforce Adam’s bad habits without her influence to keep the kid in line. Jayden was their only child and nine years into it, she had yet to relax. Brandon was pretty certain she never would. But Adam prevailed, emphasizing Jayden’s love for his uncle along with the fact the couple hadn’t had time alone since the kid was born, and once a month they got a weekend to themselves and Brandon got to spend some quality time with his nephew. Now a year later, they were closer than ever. At 35, Brandon was unmarried with no kids of his own. He came out as gay in his teens and never really considered anything more than the single life. Even now with gay marriage legalized, he didn’t see himself settling down. That was until he started spending time with Jayden. He never knew how having a kid around really changed your perspective and priorities. He lived for those weekends with the boy. He was like a little brother and nephew and friend rolled into one. And cute too. And full of giggles and a love of scary movies. And did he mention how cute he was? Brandon was a sexually precocious child. He discovered the joys of his little pecker when he was four or five. By eight, after finding a discarded magazine behind the local gas station, he learned all the things that men could do to each other. Even at that young age, he had little interest in girls or women, a trait he carried to today. After discovering gay porn, it became his mission in life to find another guy to have sex with. A boy wouldn’t do, he wanted a man. As one might expect, the hookup options for an eight-nine-ten year old were extremely limited. There were no pickup bars he could go to, dating apps had yet to be invented, and cell phones were still giant monstrosities tied to your car. In the much studied gay magazine he found, there were several stories. He didn’t really dive into them until he was ten, focusing his masturbatory fantasies on the glossy photos. Reading through a story the first time was like discovering the magazine all over again. New parts of his brain were firing as his imagination delved deeper into sexual exploration. One story in particular captured his interest. It was the tale of a long-haul trucker and all the adventures he had at highway rest stops and truck stops. The author told of easy, anonymous sex with other drivers and with young people who hung around where truckers bunked for the night: lot lizards. Like a magic word that opened Aladdin’s cave, Brandon world opened up. He lived in the small town of Emmitsville as a kid. Small, boring, generic. and safe. One of those everybody knows your name kind of places. Absolutely the wrong place for a sex-starved boy to get into trouble. The town was only a mile away from Interstate 80, the major highway to east-west traffic from Pennsylvania to the Rocky Mountains. Emmitsville happened to be about a day’s drive between Philadelphia and Chicago, and so was a natural place for truckers to spend the night. A huge truck stop grew up along the highway just north of Emmitsville. There was a 24-hour greasy spoon restaurant there, along with a large convenience store, gas stations, and even a video game arcade. At the edge of the huge truck parking lot was a shower and restroom facility for the truckers. In addition to private shower rooms, the building had bathrooms, washing machines and dryers, and a small kitchenette with microwaves. There was a row of small dormitory rooms with single beds for drivers to rent for the night if they were tired of sleeping in their rigs. All children in Emmitsville were warned off of hanging out at the truck stop. Over and over they were told about the dangerous, unsavory types that populated the space. There was even whispered talk about prostitutes servicing clients. So when Brandon read that story about the trucker, he knew instantly that the truck stop by his house was exactly the type of place the author would have frequented. But how could he go? A ten year old couldn’t just go to the truck stop on his own. Half the town worked there during the day and would recognize him immediately and call his parents to come get him. And sharing a room with his older brother complicated any attempts of sneaking out at night. For the first time in his young life, Brandon experienced true frustration. The object of his fevered dreams was only a mile away, and he had no way of getting there. Almost a year later he got a reprieve. His brother Adam, who recently turned sixteen, demanded his own room. After tense negotiations with his parents, they finally agreed that he could repurpose the rec room in the basement into his bachelor pad. The fact that Brandon would get a room of his own as a result was almost too good to be true, so Brandon made sure to downplay his excitement and play up his sadness at losing his roommate. Never before had he been so willing to carry boxes of Adam’s stuff down the stairs. Their parent’s master suite was on the top floor. With Adam moved to the basement, Brandon was the only one sleeping on the first floor. All of sudden, going to the truck stop at night seemed less impossible. He didn’t try anything right away. There was still a month of school left and then the freedom of summertime. Besides, sleeping alone took some getting used to. He missed Adam, though he would never admit that even under threat of torture. Jerking off suddenly became a lot easier with his own room, a sentiment he was sure Adam felt as well. He planned and fantasized and prepared for all the adventures he was sure to have as soon as the final school bell of the year rang. Summer vacation was already a week old before Brandon decided to make his move. He went to bed as early as he could without out raising suspicion. He set the alarm on his digital watch to ring at midnight and fell asleep. He woke suddenly when his alarm chirped in his ear. He fumbled to turn it off then quietly got out of bed, his ears straining to hear any other movement in the house. He had agonized the night before about what to wear. What did an eleven year old know about dressing sexy? So he put on a slightly too small pair of shorts and a tank top, plus a black sweatshirt since he could already tell the temperature had dropped outside. As quietly as he could, he removed the screen from his bedroom window and propped it against the wall in his bedroom. Then he gingerly lowered himself onto the grass. He crept over the lawn to the stand of trees at the back of the property. Earlier in the day, he hid his bike there. He wheeled the bike to the road and got on. Brandon wanted to shout in joy that he was free, but he forced himself to stay quiet as he quickly pedaled to the truck stop. The truck stop was a decidedly different place at night. The parking lot in front of the store and restaurant were mostly empty but the truck lot was stuffed full of parked vehicles. The tall lot lights created pools of brightness scattered throughout the pavement, but for the most part area was cloaked in shadows and dark. Brandon sat on his bike and stared into the night. He had no idea what to do next. No one moved about. It was quiet and lonely. After an hour, he berated himself for being so stupid and turned back for home. He was so intent of getting there that he failed to consider what he would do when he got there. He rode home, stashed his bike in the woods and crept back into his window. Frustrated and disappointed, he gölcük escort bayan crawled under his sheets and tried to fall asleep. Over the next few days, he studied the trucker story from the magazine. How had he found people to have sex with? He arranged meetups with other truckers over his CB radio, which of course Brandon didn’t have; he found partners in the parking lots after dark, which Brandon failed at; and he found guys in the restroom and either had sex there or back at their rigs. Of course, Brandon thought, that was the solution. He needed to hang out in the bathroom of the shower facility. Technically the space was only for truckers with an attendant monitoring visitors and handing out towels and access to the showers. The showers were closed between midnight and four am so there was no attendant on duty then. Even so, the doors were left unlocked so that truckers could access the restrooms, washing machines and kitchenette. That night, Brandon snuck out of his room and pedaled to the truck stop. He stowed his bike just off the road and looked at his watch. It was 12:15, the attendant should be gone by now. Cautiously he made his way to the shower house trying as hard as he could to stay to the shadows. He knew there were security cameras at the entrances and in the hallways, so he pulled down the brim of his ball cap and put his hood up over his head. Taking a deep breath to calm his chaotic nerves, he stepped into the light and pulled open the door. His senses were immediately hit by the harsh florescent lighting and the lingering smell of industrial strength cleaning products. The building was old and shabby as if it had seen constant use for the last twenty years, which is had. But it looked clean, reminding Brandon more of the locker rooms at his school than an unattended park restroom. At eye level, a sign pointed out the various accommodations. He made a beeline for the men’s restroom. Just as he was about the grab the handle, the door swung open, nearly knocking Brandon off his feet. “Oh damn, sorry about that,” the man behind the door said as he reached out to grab Brandon’s thin arm to keep him for falling over. Brandon looked up in surprise at him. He seemed slightly older than his dad, probably in his late forties. He had a big barrel chest and a slight beer-belly that matched his thick arms and legs. He had a salt and pepper beard and his bright blue eyes shone under the brim of his hat. Realizing he had been staring at the man, Brandon instantly flushed a deep red and stuttered out an apology. “No problem,” the man said with a grin as he released Brandon’s arm. “Aren’t you a little young to be a trucker?” “Um,” he stammered, “I just live in town.” “And you decided 12:30 in the morning was a good time to come out to the truck stop to use the bathroom? How old are you?” Brandon paused, his mind whirling. “Fifteen,” he squeaked out. The man stared at him for a moment, his complete disbelief clear by the look on his face. “Fifteen you say? Still a little young to be wandering around in the middle of the night. You should have said eighteen, it would have been just as believable.” He took Brandon by the arm again and pulled him into the bathroom. “Ok now that we are out of the cameras, how old are you really, and don’t lie this time.” Wanting to appear strong, but failing miserably, Brandon mumbled, “Eleven.” “Eleven!” the man repeated in surprise. “What are you doing here. Don’t lie.” “I came here to find a man to have sex with.” “You were meeting someone here?” “No, I thought I could find someone here.” The man studied Brandon with an appraising look. “How long have you been coming here trying to find a man?” “Um, not long. This is my first time going this far. I came once before but didn’t know where to go, so I went home. I thought the restroom here might be a good place to go.” “Do you realize how dangerous this is? You could be kidnapped or worse. Ok we need to get out of here. I’m going to leave first. You stay in here for at least two minutes. I’m going back to my rig, it’s the big orange one with the row of yellow lights along the roof on the other side of the parking lot. I think you should go home, but if you want to talk more, we can do it there.” Without another word, the man released his arm and exited the bathroom. Brandon’s heart raced as he walked over to the sink and splashed some water on his face. The man was right, what the hell had he been thinking? Coming here was insane. And yet the horny part of his brain kept pointing out that the man was exactly who he came here to find. Gathering his wits and throwing his caution aside, he checked himself in the mirror and left the bathroom. Outside he returned to the shadows and looked around. The lights on the orange tractor glowed like a beacon in the dark. As quickly as he could without running, he made his way to the rig. He knew the machines were big, but it wasn’t until standing at the bottom of the stairs to the orange semi that he appreciated how gargantuan they really were. Swallowing his nerves, he knocked on the door. A familiar face appeared in the window, and then the door opened. Brandon climbed up the stairs and into the cabin. The man had shifted to the passenger’s seat. “Go in the back,” he said, point to the curtain behind the seats. “I need to turn off some lights before we talk.” Brandon did as he was told and walked through the blue curtains. Inside he found a surprisingly roomy area. There was a large bed that took up most of the right side. On the left was a stand with a TV and VCR, and a selection of cassette tapes stowed underneath. A small microwave stood on top of a mini-fridge. Against the wall was a series of stacked drawers that Brandon assumed held clothes and food. There was nowhere to sit save the bed so he gingerly sat on the edge of the bed, trying to not disturb anything. The man appeared through the curtain. “So my adventurous little eleven year old friend decided to not take my advice and go home?” Brandon looked embarrassed but said nothing. “What’s your name boy?” “Brandon,” he said in nearly a whisper. “Well Brandon, nice to meet,” he said sitting next to the boy. “I’m Doug.” Brandon shook his hand, marveling at how his massive hand engulfed his own much smaller one. “You say you are here looking for sex. Have you even seen a naked man before?” “Yes, I found a gay porn magazine several years ago. I know about it. I jerk off to it all the time.” “Jerk off! Can you even shoot yet?” “Well no, but it still feels good.” “So you can’t cum, you’ve never seen a naked man in real life, and yet you’re here looking to hook up? I don’t know what to make of you, kid.” “I’ve seen my dad naked before.” Doug laughed, “Doesn’t count buddy. Catching a glimpse of your dad’s soft dick in the changing room after swimming doesn’t count for much.” Brandon looked away, knowing Doug was right. He was just a stupid kid who didn’t know as much as he thought he did. He felt tears of self-loathing and frustration pricked his eyes and he quickly wiped them away. “Hey Brandon, no need to cry. I’m just trying to help you think through this. Once you go down this path, you can’t go back. So I’ll ask again, after hearing all this, do you still think it’s a good idea to come here looking for sex?” He choked back his tears and nodded. “That’s not good enough Brandon, you need to say it out loud.” “Yes, I still want to have sex.” “Ok buddy, how about this? You get naked and I’ll get naked too and we’ll see what happens.” Immediately Doug stood and unbuttoned his flannel shirt. Brandon stared in disbelief, unable to process what was happening. Doug was bare-chested and had unbuckled his belt when his prompt shook Brandon’s attention, and the boy removed his own clothes. The more he saw of Doug’s burly body, the more ashamed he felt of his own skinny, hairless body. Doug was bulky and thick and his chest, arms and legs were covered in thick hair. Doug stood in his boxer briefs and watched Brandon strip down to his tighty whiteys. The boy rocked nervously from side to side, his hands fig-leafed in front of his crotch. Sensing his unease, Doug said, “Wow, kid, you got a beautiful body.” “No I don’t,” he protested. “I’m scrawny and small and I don’t even have pubic hair. I wish I looked more like you. I think your body is really nice.” “Thanks for that, but you’ll discover that people like different things. I think you having no pubic hair yet is as hot as hell. Come on drop your underwear and let me see.” Surprised out of his self-loathing, he did as Doug asked and removed his briefs. Doug drank in the sight of the nude boy before him. He was on the thin side, and his lightly tanned skin was clear and soft looking. His cock was soft and maybe two inches long. His small testicles were bunched against his body in their tight sac, no doubt shrunken in anxiety. And there was not a stray hair to be found on the creamy white skin around his pubic area. kocaeli otele gelen escort For all his horniness, the boy still seemed a ways away from puberty. “Turn around,” he commanded. When Brandon did, he studied his backside. The boy’s butt was surprising plump, no doubt from ample exercise. “You play a sport?” No turning around, he said, “I play little league in the summer, and I ride my bike all the time.” “It shows,” Doug said, “you got a nice ass kid.” He could see the pleasure run over the boy as his compliment sunk in. He pulled down his own underwear and his semi-hard dick swung free. “Ok turn back around.” Brandon did and his eye honed in on his dick like a laser. Any lingering doubts about the boy’s orientation went out the window. The kid was definitely a cock hound. “Come over here and touch it.” Brandon didn’t hesitate. He walked over the man and took his dick in both of his hands. He felt it harden to a full erection. It was so much larger and thicker than his, probably 6.5 or 7 inches. He stroked the pulsing organ. Doug released a sigh of pleasure. “Lick it Brandon.” He stuck out his tongue and ran it around the head of his cock. He was immediately struck by the taste of Doug. It was unique and new to Brandon; Doug’s dick tasted like he smelled: intense and heady and masculine. The boy ran his tongue up and down his shaft and head while still stroking it with his hands. “Sit on the bed,” Doug told him after tapping his head to get his attention. “I’m going to teach you how to suck dick.” Doug moved over to where Brandon sat on the edge of the bed. He laid one hand on the back of his head and gripped the base of his dick with the other. “Open your mouth and pull your lips back over your teeth. Number one lesson with blow jobs is that no one likes teeth grating their dick.” When Brandon did as he was told, Doug pushed just the head of his cock into his mouth. “Now close your lips around my dick to form a seal, but make sure to keep your teeth covered.” It took a few moments for the boy to figure out what to do, but finally Doug felt the pressure of his lips around the circumference of his cock. “I’m going to push further in your mouth now. I want you to keep your lips tight around my shaft and create suction just like you would for a popsicle. Here I go.” Doug pushed several inches into Brandon’s mouth. He went slow, allowing the boy time to figure out what his mouth needed to do, but soon Doug fucked his face. “Let’s add another element. I want you to do everything you’ve been doing, but now I want you to add your tongue to the equation. You should run your tongue around my head and shaft, caress it as I drive into your mouth. Ok let’s try it.” Putting all of his new skills together proved a challenge for Brandon. But he was persistent, clearly wanting to learn, and Doug was patient. Brandon soon figured out a rhythm and though he still made mistakes, he turned out to be an apt pupil. Doug let the boy suck his dick for almost forty minutes. It was hot and wonderful, but the man wanted to fuck. He tapped Brandon’s shoulder to get his attention. After the boy pulled off, he said, “Let’s try something different. I want you to lay face down on the bed with your legs over the edge.” The boy immediately got into position. Doug stood up, stretched his back, then got on his knees behind the boy’s upturned butt. He placed a large hand on each fairly round buttock and spread them, exposing his most intimate area. Like his groin, his hole was smooth and pink, and surprisingly clean for a boy his age. He smelled faintly of soap so Doug was certain Brandon showered before coming here. Leaning forward, he swiped his tongue up his crack. Brandon jerked in surprise, but a quick hand on the small of his back kept him in place. Reveling in the clean taste of the boy’s asshole, Doug went to work with his tongue. Soon Brandon moaned like a wanton slut; Doug knew that wasn’t far from the truth. His continued attention caused the muscles to relax and he worked the tip of his tongue inside. He reached under the bed and grabbed a bottle of lube. After slicking up his index finger, he ran it around the virgin hole while kissing Brandon’s buttocks. Once it was lubed, he pressed a finger inside his anus. He took one finger well, so he moved on to two. The sudden hiss showed this caused the boy some pain, but Doug kept his slow and steady pace. He knew it would take time to loosen up Brandon’s virgin asshole. By three fingers, it was clear Brandon felt serious discomfort. He whined and moaned but to his credit he never begged Doug to stop. Satisfied the boy was opened enough to fuck, he stood, leaving his finger in his anus. “Swing around and suck my dick.” In the intervening time while fingering the kid, his cock has softened considerably. “Get me hard again.” Brandon followed orders and soon Doug’s cock was back at full mast. He withdrew from Brandon’s mouth and moved the boy back over the bed. He grabbed a pillow and tossed it to the boy. “This will probably hurt like a bitch at first, so scream into the pillow if you need to. I don’t mind, I’ll keep going either way.” Giving Brandon no time to protest, he stepped between his legs and leaned forward until his cock head was against his hole. He held him down to the mattress with a hand on the center of his back and gripped the base of his dick with the other. Even with the ample loosening, his sphincter didn’t want allow the invasion. Doug pushed harder and harder until the muscle gave way and the head and a few inches of shaft shoved in. Brandon’s entire body tensed up as the intensely sharp and jagged pain tore through his body. He tried to scream but no sound emitted from his mouth. Knowing it was about to arrive, Doug quickly leaned forward and pressed the pillow against the boy’s face. Finally the initial shock subsided and a tortured scream poured out of Brandon’s mouth, greatly muffled by the pillow. Doug waited until he felt the hole ease up just a little and then he shoved more cock inside the eleven year old. Doug continued this incremental approach until his entire 7 inches invaded the boy’s rectum. Brandon cried, the pain no longer sharp, but still an intense fire in his guts. He wanted Doug to stop, wanted to go home, and begged and pleaded as much. The man ignored him, waiting only so long as it took for his asshole to relax before pounding the boy’s cunt with gusto. He wrapped both hands around the kid’s hips and pulled him hard onto his cock with every stroke. He couldn’t remember the last time he enjoyed a fuck quite as much. Doug couldn’t last forever, the hole was too tight, the fuck was too good. He slammed Brandon’s hole as hard as he could before blasting a full load of steaming hot cum deep in his guts. All of a sudden his energy left him and he collapsed on the bed, turning to the side at the last minute to avoid crushing the slight boy. He pulled the kid close as he waited for his heart rate to slow, his cock still inside. Brandon had stopped crying by now. His asshole still hurt, but the pain had dulled. Getting fucked had been much more traumatic that he had thought, but he remembered Doug told him that it would hurt at first. And his did like lying close together afterwards. After a few minutes, Doug got up and grabbed some wipes from one of the drawers. He cleaned himself off and then handed the wipes to Brandon. He tried to clean himself as best as he could. “Time to get dressed kid. It’s already 2:30 in the morning. I need to get some sleep cause I need to be on the road at a decent time in the morning.” Brandon dressed himself, slowed considerably by the pain in guts. Once he was dressed, Doug pulled him close and gave him a deep, tongue-filled kiss. “I had fun kid. I’ll be back through here in eight days. Make sure you get your ass here a little earlier than you did tonight so I don’t have to be up as late. Oh, and you were on to the right idea. That bathroom is a great place to pick up guys. You just need to work on your chill a little and relax.” He guided Brandon to the door and after another kiss, sent him down the steps to the ground. He closed the door to the rig and flipped off the cabin light. Brandon hobbled as quickly as he could back to his bike. He tried at first to ride, but the hard seat was more than his aching ass could handle, so he walked his bike all the way home. He crawled back into his room and replaced the screen. His stomach gurgled and he ran to the bathroom. He expelled a bunch of pent up air along with a big wad of pink-tinged sperm into the toilet. He cleaned himself up and silently returned to his bedroom. As he lay under his blankets, trying to ignore the ache enough to fall asleep, he wondered if it had been worth it. He spent the next day in bed, telling his mom that he had a stomach ache which wasn’t far from the truth. By the next day, he felt markedly better. He thought a lot about what happened that night while lying in bed. He liked sucking kocaeli sınırsız escort dick a lot, and getting rimmed was amazing. Sure the fucking hurt, but it had been his first time. And being held by Doug afterwards felt perfect. It wasn’t a surprise then when he found himself back at the truck stop two days later. He didn’t find a partner every time he went but often he did. Most of the guys only wanted a quick blow job, which he was fine with. The first time a guy came in his mouth was a bit of a shock, but he quickly learned to like it. Most of the guys were nice, a few weren’t. One guy in particular insisted on Brandon deep throating his super long dick. As much as he tried, he couldn’t get past his gag reflex. So the man grabbed his hair hard and forced himself as deep as he wanted to go. Brandon had been terrified, but once the man came down his throat, he released him and even apologized for his rough behavior. And he did teach Brandon how to do it properly. Soon the boy was servicing the man every time he came through town. He met up with Doug regularly. He typically spent an overnight at the truckstop at least twice a week and Brandon tried to be there as often as he could, even when school started up again in the fall. He had become a bone fide lot lizard, a title he maintained until he went off to college at eighteen and his sexual escapades took a different direction. Somewhere along the way, his tastes turned from big burly men like Doug toward younger and younger guys. He would chat with guys online about taboo subjects, and he became a voracious reader of underage erotica. When his nephew was born, he had nothing but warm feelings of love for the amazing little boy. As Jayden got older, and they spent more time together, they became buds. But something changed about a year ago. Suddenly his nephew became just about the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. The realization nearly knocked him to the ground. He’d never done anything with Jayden-outside of some mostly innocent bath times and wrestling matches-and he wasn’t sure he even wanted to. But he couldn’t get the idea of someone having sex with his now nine year old nephew out of his head. And he didn’t know what to do about that at all. He was shook from his musing by a clamor at his front door. He opened it to find an overexcited Jayden on the other side. “UNCLE BRANDON, I’M HERE!” he shouted as he gave him a hung before running in to throw his bag in the guest bedroom. His dad was a few steps behind him. “Hey Adam,” Brandon said, “Seems like Jayden is excited for the weekend.” “He’s been unbearable for the last few days since he found out. Hope you’re well rested, his hyperactivity is off the charts today.” “We’ll be fine. Maybe he wouldn’t be so hyper if he got to stay over more often,” Brandon said, the implications heavy in the air. “Hey bro, I’m on your side,” Adam said, his hands out flat in front of him. “You know how Rebecca is, how conservatively she was raised. But she’s gotten better with you being gay; keep being patient with her. She can clearly see that Jayden thinks the world of you.” “I know,” Brandon said, “and I’m really not complaining. I’m grateful for any time I get to spend with my nephew. I just wish it could be more often. Have you given anymore thought about letting Jayden join me on my RV trip?” “You know I’m fine with it, and Rebecca is coming around. We’ve been thinking about taking a trip ourselves, and I mentioned if Jayden was with you, we wouldn’t have to worry about him while we were gone. I’ll try to suggest it to her again this weekend. “Anyway, I need to head back. Jayden,” he called out down the hallway, “come say goodbye to your dad!” Jayden ran out and gave his dad a big hug and told him goodbye several times before pulling away and returning back to his room. “What is so important in there?” “If I had to guess,” Brandon said, “I think he’s playing a game on our old video game console, you know from when we were kids. He loves that thing.” “That’s crazy; we had such good times with that. Surprised it still works. Anyway,” Adam said while hugging his brother, “call me if you have any problems. We’ll see you Sunday afternoon when you drop him off at home.” The weekend was pretty typical. They played video games, ate pizza, and watched a scary movie that Jayden loved. The boy slept in bed with him like they usually did and Brandon sat awake from a long time confused and incredibly turned on by the little blond boy snuggled next to him. The next day they went to a reptile park and then to the beach. Seeing his nephew in skimpy bathing briefs caused an immediate boner and Brandon had to sit on the sand with his knees up until it faded. Once he was able to join the boy in the water, Jayden thought it was hilarious to dive under the water and grab his uncle’s crotch. Thankfully the cold ocean water kept his dick to a semi. Getting hard in public was embarrassing but there was no way he was going to stop the boy. That night after dinner, he set up Jayden with his favorite video game and went to his own room. He needed to jerk off badly and this might be his only opportunity. He closed his door but didn’t lock it. He stepped out of his shorts and underwear and lay on his bed. A few strokes and the memory of his nephew’s playful attention under the water had him hard in no time. He was so completely engrossed his thoughts he didn’t hear the voice from the door: “Uncle Brandon, what are you doing?” A rush of panic fell over him, but he forced himself to calm down. This wasn’t a big deal unless he made it one. Besides he wanted to know what the boy would do. “I’m just jerking off buddy,” he said, still slowly stroking. “I thought you were playing your game.” “I was and I did something really cool and I wanted to show you.” “Sure, let me finish and I’ll join you in a little while.” “Uncle Brandon, what’s jerking off?” “Well, sometimes a man’s penis gets hard, and it feels really good is he strokes it like I’m doing. It’s something you’ll do when you’re older. Why don’t you go back to your game?” Jayden paused, looking thoughtful. “Can I stay and watch?” Brandon smiled. “If you want too, but you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone. This is super private and your parents wouldn’t like it if they found out I showed you. I’d get in a lot of trouble.” “I won’t tell, I promise,” Jayden reassured him. He remained just inside the doorway, his fixed on Brandon’s cock. “Ok bud,” Brandon said, and returned to putting on a show for his nephew. Soon the boy moved into the room and next to the bed. “Um, Uncle Brandon,” he said. Brandon slowed his hand and looked over at the boy. “Yeah, Jayden?” “Um, do you think I could touch it?” Brandon’s heart jumped into his throat. Forcing his voice to remain normal, “Yeah, you can if you want to.” Jayden climbed up on the bed next to his uncle and encircled the throbbing organ with both hands. “Wow,” he exclaimed. “It feels so cool!” Brandon just nodded, nearly overwhelmed by the fact that his beautiful sexy nephew’s hands were wrapped around his dick. The boy explored for a while, including hefting his nuts, before he copied the jerking motions he’d witnessed earlier. His grip wasn’t nearly as firm as he liked it, but all the same it was one of the hottest handjobs he’d ever experienced. Too soon, he was ready to pop. He gathered his wits enough to explain what was about to happen. “So when a guy strokes his penis for a while and he feels really good, he does something called cumming. That means a milky white liquid will shoot from the little hole at the end of my penis. It’s called semen or cum, and it contains my sperm. I’m going to cum really soon, so if you don’t want to get any on your hands, you should stop jerking my dick.” “Oh, I wanna see it!” Jayden, said, excited and moving his hands faster. Satisfied by his attempt to warn the boy, he dove into the sensation and let his orgasm overtake him. A thick wad blasted from his cock and landed on his chest and stomach. A further stream of semen overflowed and ran down his shaft, coating the boy’s hands. Jayden released his dick and looked closely at the semen on his fingers. He sniffed it a few times before sticking out his tongue and taking a tentative taste. He made a little face but didn’t spit it out or make a big show of it. He crawled off the bed and went to wash his hands. Brandon pulled himself together and joined him in the bathroom. After they cleaned up, he said, “So how about we play some video games for a while and then get pizza for dinner?” Brandon spent a sleepless night after he dropped his nephew off at home. But when no angry knock on the door or phone call came by Tuesday, he relaxed. It looked like Jayden kept his promise and a world of possibilities opened up for him. The summer went by in a blur. He worked, he went to the beach, he hung out with his brother, but there was no time for Jayden to spend another weekend with him. However, Adam called with the best news in mid-July: he and the wife were heading on vacation in mid-August, and he could take Jayden along on his road trip as long as they were back before school started. To Be Continued. **** The author likes to hear from readers! Any feedback and comments may be directed to LNightingale at protonmail dot com.

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