Perverts 'R' Us

Adorably Cute

By ValleyAl ( m/b, inc-unc/neph )

Trent Phillips was a very happy child. This was sort of surprising, coming from his background. Growing up it was just him and his single momma. He supposed there was a Daddy out there someplace. He even knew a name. But the bastard took off long before he was born and never bothered to even check in. Trent figured that if his Dad didn't want him then or now, that is was no great loss at not having one around.

Trent's momma was only just now in her mid 20's. Life was a bit of a struggle financially as it had always been. But his momma worked as much as she could and Trent was well provided for in all of the necessities even if there wasn't a lot to go around.

But mainly, Trent was a happy child because basically he was just a happy person. He was a good kid, too. He cared about other people and always tried his best at everything he did. Being a bit small for his age, he was what most people called "adorably cute."

The handsome one in the family was his momma's younger brother Pete, who was now just entering his freshman year of high school, being 5½ years older than Trent. From day one, Trent had worshiped Pete, admiring almost anything he did. At Pete's little-league games, then pre-school age, Trent had been the loudest cheering section, hoping to someday be nearly as good a ballplayer. Everything Pete did, little Trent would be right behind trying to do the same.

The biggest reason Trent adored Pete so much was that Pete was good to him. He always seemed to get stuck babysitting Trent when maybe he would rather be out doing other things with his friends. Pete didn't ever complain, but Trent was perceptive enough to notice those times. Having a snotty-nosed little brat hanging around could sometimes be a drag.

And every once in a while Trent might ask some stupid question that he didn't know was stupid until later, but Pete was so patient with him. Trent had always been sort of touchy-feely, giving out lots of hugs to everyone close to him ever since he was a baby. As Pete had hit those awkward adolescent years, he had gotten a bit self-conscious about hugging anyone, so even though he rarely ever again hugged his momma or sister. He hid his awkwardness around Trent and allowed him to just be himself.

And as adolescence was in full bloom, Pete was discovering girls and they were discovering him. It was fun and he was quickly losing any awkwardness he might have had. Trent would observe and be in admiration of the ease Pete had with girls, being able to talk to them about most anything. But Trent also observed the girls around Pete, seeing how they adored Pete as much as he did though perhaps in a different way.

Around other third grade girls, Trent would get all tongue tied and feel like a complete dufus. Around these high school girls that always seemed to be around Pete he would get just as tongue tied though he would just smile. When these girls weren't trying to get rid of him and have Pete all to themselves, they might pet him on the head and call him "adorable" or something.

One girl in particular was Julie Tankersley, who Pete seemed to like the most. Trent understood very well as Julie was the prettiest girl Trent had ever seen or could even have imagined. Trent was determined that someday when he was older and could have a girlfriend, he would have one just as pretty.

As school was about to start back up and Trent to enter the third grade, one of the activities he noticed was that his class was to spend a few weeks learning how to ballroom dance. In a sort of panic that only third grade boys get into, Trent rushed to Pete, figuring that as a teenage boy with a pretty girlfriend, Pete had to be a good dancer and could show him how, so he wouldn't be a complete fool at it when that time came.

Pete smiled and laughed, but did agree to help show him how. While there was quite a size difference - Pete being more than a foot taller than Trent - Pete was very patient and showed Trent everything he knew. He showed him a few moves to perform if it was a fast dance. Trent had seemed most tentative if he had to slow dance with some little girl, and Pete had showed how to hold the girl gently at her waist as she would have her hands around his neck or shoulders. They would switch places and Trent could learn to see it from the girl's perspective as well. It was while they were practicing that Trent had asked if at sometime during the dance or just afterwards if he was supposed to kiss the girl as well. Pete got the biggest smile he had had in ages and then answered that Trent might just have to, you know, if the dance was real good and the girl was pretty.

Sensing the almost near-panic that came again in Trent's eyes and him saying he didn't know how to do that either, Pete quietly agreed that maybe he would teach Trent how to kiss girls, but maybe the two of them needed to keep this just between them. And so they proceeded to kiss first softly and gently and even to french kiss. Trent was very curious to know which way to turn his head so they wouldn't bump noses, or which way was the girl supposed to do and which way the boy. Unlike dancing, there wasn't any specific way, just so long as one leaned one way while the other leaned the opposite way.

And as they would dance while kissing, Trent figured that later he would dance boy-style with the girl, but while dancing with Pete it was less awkward if he would dance girl-style, what with their size difference. As Pete listened to Trent's explanation of his reasoning, he couldn't help but smile as to the innocence of his young nephew. When they finished the lessons and Pete admitted that Trent was just as good a dancer as Julie and an even better kisser, Trent smiled both in shyness and also in pride that his uncle thought so well of him.

School started up the next week. Pete was on the football team, being one of only four freshmen to make the varsity, though for the most part he was likely only to play a little bit, but he was named first string punter.

The first game that Friday was an away game at the other end of the county. Trent rode to the game with his grandparents and was the loudest cheering fan in the stands as their team won by two touchdowns. Pete punted okay with thus this game being his first ever with the varsity, though you couldn't tell it by Trent with his enthusiasm. Ray Guy could not have punted any better in Trent's eyes. And late in the fourth quarter, Pete had even gotten to get in three plays on defense, in fact being in on the tackle on the game's last play. Even the rain that had started lightly falling late in the game could not have dampened Trent's enthusiasm.

After the game it was decided that Pete would ride back home with his parents and Trent, instead of the school bus which had brought the team earlier. He had a quick shower in the dressing room and came out wearing just P.E. shorts and the cutoff shirt that was worn under his shoulder pads earlier while toting his jersey and shoulder pads and cleats. As the trunk was full already, Pete's equipment took over half of the backseat. It was a bit of a tight squeeze with Pete and Trent in the back, while the grownups were in the front seats.

Trent had immediately confiscated the jersey, snuggling with it. And feeling a bit tired after a long day, he had sort of snuggled against Pete, even climbing into his lap to get more comfortable. The front seat was all quiet, as Trent's grandmother had already fallen asleep and his grandfather was totally concentrating on driving. Trent was squirming a bit, as he couldn't seem to just get comfortable sitting in Pete's lap. He wasn't aware of exactly why, but as he shifted some more and then Pete shifted. He immediately realized what had been different, but was now changed. Earlier as he had been in Pete's lap, he had awkwardly sat above Pete's penis, but now it wasn't uncomfortable anymore, as it was now nestled in his butt-crack, and it was growing.

Any movement by Trent seemed to make it grow even more. And Pete didn't seem to mind - in fact even cuddling Trent closer. What was surprising to Trent was the feeling that nothing could ever be more comfortable and that his butt was quivering in excitement at having Pete's penis nested there.

Trent slowly rocked back and forth, sometimes clenching his butt-cheeks so that the penis grew even more. Pete caressed Trent's back, even daring to caress his hips and the top part of his butt cheeks that he wasn't sitting on. Neither said a word, though both were very much aware of all that was happening. Trent even laid his head back on Pete's shoulder so he could gaze upward at his hero.

Then Pete shifted. First he reached for the jersey and used it for a coverlet as if he was covering Trent with a blanket as he slept, though his purpose was to keep any suspicious eyes in the front seat from view. Then he lightly raised Trent up, which at first caused a bit of disappointment, but then to amazement as Trent realized that his pants and underwear had been pulled down. They weren't pulled down much at all, but they were pulled down enough that his entire backside was completely bare.

Pete didn't move a muscle yet, searching for any reaction from Trent. If it was shock or dismay, he would immediately re-shift him, pulling his pants back up and then just pretend nothing had happened. As Pete searched for a reaction, he gazed into Trent's eyes and saw all the Love that was there. Reaching down to make certain that the jersey hid all from view, he readjusted his own P.E. shorts so that now his penis was free and was completely covered up in Trent's bare butt-crack.

Neither one could move much, so as not to disturb the grown-ups in the front seat and be found out. Pete would slowly slide in and out of the valley of Trent's butt-crack while Trent would slowly clench in his butt-cheeks on the down-stroke. They even for a moment held hands until the moment Pete reached both hands to tightly squeeze the softest butt he could ever imagine. It was then that he ejaculated his entire load as deeply in the crack as he could.

Trent's reaction was sheer amazement.