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Tow Headed Nephew [man/boy]
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The following is a story from the archives of FAN CHA
PHAW. This story involves sex between a man and a minor
boy. If this sort of material offends you, exit now and do not
continue.
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remains intact, and FAN CHA PHAW is credited, along with
the author.
My Tow Headed, Blue Eyed, Good Looking Nephew
By L.A. Guy
My favorite nephew's parents are away for the weekend, and
they asked me to stay with him. The boy feels a strong
attraction for me, and we like being with each other. He is tow
headed, blue-eyed, and good looking, with an infectious
smile, and a lean, nicely formed body. He is full of energy,
and once his initial shyness evaporates, he enjoys
roughhousing, playful wrestling, and horsing around. He is
ticklish, and he giggles when I tickle him. We wrestle and I
tickle him. I also encourage him to tickle me as well. The boy
giggles as he does, so I tickle him again and again. Each times
he finds the tickling almost unbearable, and tries to roll away,
laughing and crying, "I give up. I give up!"
I feel his little penis bulging against the cloth of his shorts, and
I tickle it playfully. He giggles again, and writhes and wiggles
away. The motion of his body against mine is exciting and my
erection grows. I tickle his little weiner again, and once again,
gauging his reaction, sensing his growing arousal. I urge him,
"You can tickle me there too."
Ingrained training restrains the boy, but I am acutely aware of
his growing arousal and his growing awareness of his own
compulsive need. Bashfully at first, and then with growing
boldness, he does tickle my weiner, and I pretend to find it
unbearable and wriggle away too.
We continue playfully wrestling, roughhousing and tickling
each other's weiners until I sense his readiness. I gradually
transform my playful tickle into a stroking touch, and I sense
his erotic response. Slowly, deliberately, he feels for my
bulging erection and stokes it. Erotic animal sensations
permeate my body.
Animal cravings now control me. Sensuously, my fingers feel
along his erection, gently and slowly unbuttoning his trousers.
I feel his rigid little penis through his briefs. Finally I feel for
it, and pull out his naked little weiner. The sensation of the
boy's rigid little penis in my fingers gives me a very special
sense of erotic pleasure. Gently I fondle it, tug it, and pump it,
while his body goes rigid, frozen, inert. He is unable to resist,
even if he wanted to.
Compulsively, his little fingers grip my erection even tighter.
He unzips my trousers, feels for the bulge of my erection, and
strokes it thought the cloth of my briefs. Finally he has my
naked weiner free, and he wraps his little fingers around it.
We pump each other slowly for a while, and then begin to go
faster, savoring the feel of each other's weiners in our hands.
The boy climaxes, his little squirt of semen, and my much
larger one runs down our fingers, into our pants, and onto the
rug.
We cannot leave each other alone. We make love to each other
over and over again. Our tongues search every part of the
other's body, leaving no spot untouched. We make love on the
kitchen floor, our pants pulled down, naked weiners rubbing
up against each other. We make love on the stairs to the
bedroom loft, kissing while we pump each other's weiners.
I sit on the toilet, and the boy comes into the bathroom, pulls
down his pants and shorts, and I lick his testicles slowly,
working my way up to his little swollen shaft. We watch
television, and the boy cuddles up to me, his little fingers
caressing my thighs, feeling for me erection. He lies on his
stomach on the living room carpet and I kneel down beside
him, pulling down his pants and briefs, feeling his naked little
ass.
We swim in the apartment swimming pool, resting with one
hand on the drainage lip, the other hand under the water
feeling each other up. We lie on the balcony lounge chair,
reverse saddle, pants and briefs down, sucking each other's
weiners, semen dripping from our lips and chins. We take
baths together, sitting naked in the tub, kissing and jacking
each other off. He stands peeing in the toilet, and I come up
behind him and hold his penis for him. He has difficulty
finishing as his little penis grows rigid.
I fuck him for the first time on the kitchen table, straddling him
naked, guiding his legs around my neck, smearing his little ass
with Crisco, gently inserting my cock, and slowly rocking
back and forth.
We sleep together. In the bedroom I guide him to the bed,
lying him on his back. I kneel over him, straddling him and he
presses his lips to mine. Our tongues slide erotically against
each other, and out tongues search each other's mouths. I
begin to rock back and forth, my erection rubbing against his
little weiner. The entire night is a prolonged and repeated
ecstasy.
How delicious to wake up in the middle of the night and feel
for his naked little weiner. How delicious to lick his testicles
and his weiner, feeling it grow more rigid as I take it into my
mouth and suck it. How delicious to feel him responding,
turning down to suck on my prick, and to feel his tongue
dancing around my testicles.
How delicious the taste his semen squirting into my mouth.
How wonderful to come to a climax in his mouth, squirting
my semen into him, both our fluids dripping down onto the
bed clothing.
How delicious while he is asleep to run my fingers along his
little ass, to pull down his briefs and caress his bare little ass,
feeling his fingers reaching back for my erection.
How delicious to wake up in the morning with his cute little
body cuddled against mine, and to just lay there enjoying the
feeling until he wakes up and runs his little fingers along my
chest, abdomen, and finally finds my erection.
At breakfast the boy cannot keep his hands from my body. He
craving is once again awakened. I cannot be appeased. His
fingers trace my chest, abdomen, and down to my rear,
reaching around to cup my testicles, fingers reaching for my
penis, sensuously pulling and pumping.
This was the first of many weekends together. Often too, his
parents would let him sleep over on school nights. I would
drive him to school in the morning, and he would grab my
weiner, tugging and caressing it on the way. I muse continually
on his cute little penis, his tow headed, blue-eyed good looks.
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This story was provided by FAN CHA PHAW, publisher of
"Private Dreams," and "Young, Hung & Promiscuous," as
well as anti-circumcision and sexual freedom and liberation
materials. FAN CHA PHAW may be reached at delphi c/o
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Ishmael Wilkins
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