Long Time Coming
I was delighted
when Alex called and said he would be
arriving that weekend. It just wouldn’t be Christmas
without him. Shortly after his
parents divorced, Alex’s father had
disappeared for greener pastures. His mother, my sister,
became gravely ill and was unable to care for
her young son.
Unable to stand idly by and watch
my own flesh and blood be placed in
the hands of strangers, I took Alex in. Until
last year, when he started college, mine had been the
only home Alex had ever really known.
Alex was more like my son than my
nephew.
When he’s called, Alex had asked if I
would object to him bringing home a
guest for a few days. Of course I had no
objections. But when I’d asked, he refused to tell me
who his mystery guest was. he said he
wanted to surprise me.
When Alex arrived with
Mike, his old pal from high school,
he had indeed succeeded in surprising me. Mike had
moved the year before the boys were to
graduate from high school. Alex had moped around the
house for weeks, lost without the
companionship of his best buddy. What
a coincidence it was that they would be attending the
same college. From the looks on their faces, it
certainly hadn’t taken them long to
rekindle their old friendship. For quite some
time, I had been very candid with Alex
regarding my sexuality. I wanted no such secrets to
exist between us. I wanted him to
develop an open mind toward a
person’s right to individuality. I also suspected that
Alex had realized some time ago that
I was rather fond of Mike, which
explained his secrecy.
I stood back and admired
the sight of them. College life
obviously agreed with both young men. They both looked
great, especially Mike. Two years was a long
time, but he hadn’t changed a bit. It
was wonderful seeing the boys
together again.
I’d always recognized the fact
that Alex was a handsome little shit.
Had it not been for my close ties and deep
sense of parental commitment, I probably would have felt
a deep physical attraction for my
young nephew. But I had never allowed
such feelings to interfere with the
responsibility I had assumed when I brought him to live
with me. Mike, on
the other hand, always gave me a hard-on. It
was nice to discover that hadn’t changed. The minute
he walked through the door, my cock
leaped with joy.
Mike flashed me one of his
gleaming grins, the kind that just
seemed to melt my heart. His huge, puppy-like eyes were
almost flirtatious as they darted back and
forth between Alex and me as we
spoke. It was a sin for any one young man to be
so fucking hot. I fought to resist temptation. I
wanted desperately to reach out and
squeeze the fruitful crotch of his
tight-fitting jeans.
Later that evening, we went
out and bought a Christmas tree. As
we decorated the tree, we reminisced about old
times and joked about the mischief the two of them had
gotten into together. When we’d
finished with the tree and had sat
back to admire our work, Mike reached into his duffel bag
and pulled out a tee shirt and pair
of shorts. As Alex and I looked on
and the conversation continued, he proceeded, quite
casually, to change his cloths. I
couldn’t believe my good fortune as I watched Mike
strip down to his gleaming white briefs. It took my
breath away when he looked me dead in
the eye and grinned sheepishly. He
may have wanted to give the illusion of being
shy, but there was certainly nothing shy about his
behavior. I knew then and there he
was totally aware of my interest in
him. But I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me, or if this
was his subtle way of letting me know the
feeling was mutual.
Alex seemed only slightly
distracted by Mike’s lack of
inhibition. As for me, I couldn’t take my eyes off the
restless, snake-like shape of his sizable cock
pressing out against the crotch of
his skimpy underwear. Never had I
imagined he might be endowed so well. I couldn’t begin
to count the number of times I’d
fantasized about seeing Mike’s smooth, slender body in the
raw. This was the closest I’d ever come to
fulfilling my fantasy, I thought. The
fact that he obviously had a big dick
made no difference. If he had been hung like a mouse, I
would have adored him no less.
All hope of seeing his delightful cock then and
there was crushed when, much to my
dismay, he put on the tee shirt and
shorts. It took me a couple of minutes to regain my
train of thought and catch my breath. But after my
blood pressure had returned to
normal, our talk continued into the
wee hours of the morning.
The next day, the boys were
up before me. When I awoke, They were
already in the kitchen having breakfast. The aroma
of freshly brewed coffee lured me in the direction of
their company. It had not been my
intention to spy or eavesdrop, but as
I approached the kitchen door, I overheard something
that stopped me dead in my tracks.
“Will you stop it?” giggled Alex. “I told you last
night — I don’t think we should do that kind
of stuff anymore.”
There was a brief moment of
silence. “Why not?” Mike whined
disappointedly. “You used to look forward to it.” “We were
just horny kids then,” said Alex. “Don’t you think
we’re a little old to be sucking each other
off?”
“I’ll do you first, if you’re squeamish about
it,” Mike offered in a
desperate-sounding plea.
“No!” said Alex. His reply
was immediate. His tone of voice
sounded quite final.
“We used to make each other
feel so good!” said Mike, sounding
very frustrated.
“I’m just not into that sort of
thing anymore,” said Alex.
I took advantage of the long silence which followed
to make my entrance. Tensions were
high. Alex’s uneasiness was apparent.
The temptation Mike had presented him was
tormenting him deeply.
