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.