Perverts 'R' Us

Adorably Cute - Part 2

By Valleyal ( m/b, inc-unc/neph, anal, 1st )

Last year I wrote a story "Adorably Cute" about a 15-year-old freshman boy and his nine-year-old third grade adorably cute nephew. The young nephew adores his older teen uncle in almost a hero worship. When his third grade class has to learn ballroom dancing, out of panic he gets his uncle to show him how so he won't mess up. He even learns how to kiss so he won't mess up with that either if he has to kiss the girl.

One of the things the young third grader finds ironic is that unlike dancing where there are boy-style and girl-style parts, the boy holds the girl at her waist and the girl holds the boy at his shoulders, kissing doesn't involve any boy or girl way of doing it. One just has to tilt his head in one direction while the other tilts his/her head in the opposite direction so as not to bump noses. Neither person is necessarily the boy or the girl. But with dancing, one has to play the boy part while the other has to be the girl. So when he comes to dancing in his third grade class young Trent will dance as a boy while another third grade girl will dance as the girl.

With his Uncle Pete, he learned both ways but found it ironic that is was less awkward if then he danced as a girl while Pete danced as the boy. Ironic too was that he also very much enjoyed dancing as a girl with Pete. The story ended with them finding themselves in a situation where they had to ride in the back seat of a car, and because of the lack of space Trent had to sit in Pete's lap. Pete got an erection which both noticed but neither wanted to admit out of fear of offending the other.

As Trent squirmed to get more comfortable he only caused to make the erection more pronounced. Looking down at his nephew's admiring eyes, Pete then next shifted Trent, pulling down his pants and underwear and adjusting his own P.E. shorts and then sat him down again where his nephew's bare butt would be sitting over his own exposed dick. When Trent didn't protest, but instead actually gazed back at Pete in admiration, Pete then dry-fucked his butt crack, even ejaculating there. That's where the story ended. This story is the continuation.

After being dropped off at home, young Pete went to bed wondering about the wondrous situation that had happened between him and his uncle Pete. He had always heard about some people out there being gay, and that being gay was bad. He didn't consider himself gay or anything like that. He liked girls. As a third grader he didn't know much about them and was extremely awkward when around any. But he for sure knew he liked them and wanted to someday do stuff with them.

He was also certain that Pete liked girls too. Pete had the prettiest girlfriend Trent had ever seen. Pete wasn't gay either since Pete liked girls.

But what had happened earlier that evening on the ride back home after the football game, was that gay? Trent wasn't sure. What was amazing was that Trent had found out was that he very much enjoyed what had happened. He didn't understand it all. But maybe if he talked with Pete it might become clearer.

The next morning Trent woke up with a runny nose and persistent cough. It had rained during the game so it looked like Trent had caught a cold from being out in it. His Mom kept him in bed all that day so he would get all better. He was fed medicine and chicken soup. His Uncle Pete had even popped in to see him that evening before going out on a date with his girlfriend, but neither was able to mention the earlier episode what with there being others in the room then besides themselves.

The next morning was Sunday. Usually Trent would get up and then attend church with his Momma. Attending also would be his grandparents. Sometimes Pete would go. Sometimes not.

Trent felt somewhat better from his cold, but his Momma told him it would be best if he delayed another day to get well. What he should do is stay in his pajamas and just go next door to his grandparents while they all attended church. His Uncle Pete would stay home with him. Trent went next door and waved bye as his Momma and grandparents left. He then went upstairs to join Pete.

Pete was still asleep in his bed. He had earlier that morning heard his sister and parents mention something about watching Trent while they all went to Church, but he had forgotten all about it and had just sort of drifted back to sleep. That's what teen boys do, try to get as much sleep as they can, especially when it is early morning on a weekend.

Nevertheless, Trent was now in his room and had actually climbed into the bed with him. He remembered that his nephew hadn't been feeling well the day before, and even though he said he was much better, Pete could see that Trent was still a bit weak.

Everyone had always commented on the way young Trent admired his Uncle Pete. Trent was so adorably cute and such a sweet person. It was all such heady stuff to Pete being someone's hero. It definitely helped his own self-confidence. But the thing was he adored Pete just as much.

And Trent looked so adorable in his cute pajamas. He had brown doe-eyes with the longest eyelashes that all of the teen girls envied. Even his own girlfriend Julie had commented on how adorable Trent was.

But now, here it was that Trent in his adorable pajamas had just climbed up on his bed and had gotten under the covers with him. Pete remembered vividly what had happened Friday night on the ride home. It was early Sunday morning and no one else was at home and wouldn't be for hours. It was just the two of them.

Trent climbed up and got under covers with his uncle and then snuggled up next to him for warmth. He had only just barely noticed that Pete didn't have on a shirt which really wasn't unexpected. Cuddling closer he lay his head on Pete's chest. He wanted to talk. He wasn't sure how to go about it. He wanted to ask about Friday night.

The way he figured it, it was kind of like where Pete had taught him how to dance. Dancing was supposed to be boy and girl. Since both he and Pete were boys one of them could dance as a boy while the other had to be the girl. Trent could be the boy and Pete dance as a girl, but wasn't it less awkward if he danced as a girl and Pete stayed as the boy. Maybe it was the size and age difference with Pete being 5 1/2 years older and about a foot taller. But it was okay to him if when they danced if he was a girl. He was trying to explain his way of thinking about it while Pete just smiled in amusement at third grade logic.

He asked his uncle if he liked dancing with him which Pete told him he enjoyed it too. Next he asked if he preferred it better to dance as the girl or if he liked it better if when they danced if Trent were to be the girl. Pete smiled and said Trent was an excellent dancer and he was prouder of him than any girl he had danced with.

Then they discussed the earlier practice kissing, if Pete was okay with that. Did Pete enjoy it? Was it gay that Pete taught him how to dance or to kiss? Was it bad?

Pete reassured him that it was normal that both had feelings for each other. They had always cared for one another. He was proud to teach Trent how to dance as well as how to kiss. He was certain that someday some little girl would be honored to do those things with Trent and be proud that he knew how to do each well. When he got to be a teen Trent would probably be even better at it than even Pete was and that would make some lucky girl then even more proud.

Then Trent asked about Friday night. He was a little bit nervous and shifted around some in the bed. Initially his head had lain above Pete's shoulder with his feet dangling around Pete's knee. Getting more comfortable, he now laid his head above Pete's chest and abdomen. So his head wouldn't be under covers he had lowered the sheet and bedspread but still kept it around his own shoulders since it was still a bit chilly that early Sunday morning. Pete wasn't wearing a shirt but was still covered from the waist down. And Trent was cuddled up next to him so he shouldn't get too cold.

Asking about Friday night he asked Pete if he thought Trent was bad. Pete quickly answered no, he never would think Trent was a bad person. Then, was Trent bad if he enjoyed what had happened. Trent was embarrassed asking this. Again, Pete answered that never would he think of Trent as bad.

Then, he asked if stuff like that was more like dancing than kissing was. Pete was confused as to what he wanted to know. Trent explained, that to him it seemed, that when kissing which is supposed to be between a boy and a girl, and neither one of them was a girl, but when they Pete and him kissed neither of them had to kiss as a girl and could both be a boy as they kissed. But when they danced one of them had to be the girl. If he danced with another third grader then he could be the boy and she the girl. But when he danced with Pete, one of them needed to be the girl, and wasn't it best if he Trent was the girl when they danced. Following along with the logic Pete did agree with Trent. It was best if Trent were the girl if they danced again.

As their conversation had progressed Pete had been growing an erection. He was being cuddled by someone he cared deeply for. Trent was so adorably cute and with Trent cuddling so close to him he was getting aroused. He wasn't sure if Trent was aware of this. Neither was he sure if Trent were aware that he didn't have any clothes on as Pete always slept in the nude.

In asking about Friday night Trent wanted to know what Pete thought. Was it like dancing where it was best that Pete was the boy and for him to be the girl? Did that make him bad and gay?

Pete then reassured him that never would he think of Trent as bad. He asked if Trent still liked girls, if maybe he got the opportunity to say kiss the younger sister of his girlfriend Julie.... what was her name....yes....Cindy, also a third grader like Trent, would he still want to. Trent just giggled and blushed as he thought how pretty both Cindy and Julie were. So, he reassured Trent that he wasn't gay, not when he could see how pretty girls were, especially his young classmate.

Trent then wondered. He had enjoyed dancing with Pete. He had enjoyed their practice kissing. And even though he didn't understand it all, he had enjoyed what had happened Friday night.

Pete pulled Trent tighter in a hug telling Trent not to fret. He loved and cared for him deeply. He would never do anything to hurt him. He released Pete from the hug giving him a kiss on the top of the head. Trent lay his head back down on Pete's abdomen. Meanwhile, from their movements the covers had shifted and Pete's pubic hairs were now visible to Trent as he looked down. His dick was only just barely covered, but only just barely. The covers just covering were tented. He hadn't been aware that his uncle didn't have on any underwear.

Pete was consoling his nephew that he cared deeply for him. He would never do anything to hurt him. He also wanted to assure Trent that it was okay if Trent had liked what had happened Friday night. It was also okay if Trent hadn't liked it and then things like that never would happen again. Pete would be sorry if he had offended Trent.

Trent couldn't keep his eyes off of what he was seeing below. With his head on Pete's abdomen his face was only inches above the pubic hair showing. He himself was completely hairless. Even though Pete had not one hair on his chest or abdomen he definitely had hair down there. And it was curly hair. And it was just inches below his face. And what was below the hair was growing....growing into sight. And it was pointed directly at him.

Pete told Trent that he too was scared but that he did enjoy Friday night, probably just as much as anything he had ever done with his girlfriend Cindy....maybe even more. Maybe it was awkward, but he did enjoy it. Trent asked even if he wasn't a girl. Pete answered that Trent was an excellent boy as well as an excellent girl if that was the case. It was cool if Trent only wanted to be a boy.

Trent then asked, that for stuff like Friday night if one of them had to be the boy and one the girl which one should be which? Pete didn't want or need to be the girl right? Pete agreed. So, if one has to be the girl then its best that Trent is the girl? Pete agreed, but only if it was okay with Trent. Also, it was something that remained just between the two of them and not to be told to anyone else.

Pete's erection had grown. The head was now poking out of the covers only an inch or so below his face. Perhaps it was the fact that his face was so close that he was breathing on it was making it grow. It was pointed directly at him. Pre-cum was leaking out.

Trent next heard Pete asking him if he wanted to be his girl. He nodded then barely audibly, said yes. Pete then told him he could always say no or stop, and nothing would happen. Trent could always say either and nothing else would happen. Pete was now aware of how close Trent was to his ever-growing dick. He could feel his breath there. Something Julie had never done was give him a blowjob. He was now anticipating finally getting one.....a blowjob from his adorably cute nephew Trent.

Trent next said, in barely a whisper, he wanted Pete to be the boy and he would be the girl....if Pete wanted to....and it would be something just between them not to tell anyone else. And then he watched as Pete reached down and tugged his dick upward so that now it was touching his lips getting his lips all sticky from the leaking pre-cum. Instinctively he licked his lips and heard his uncle sigh. He asked if it was okay to kiss it. He was told he could kiss it all he wanted to.

He kissed the dickhead a couple of times. On the back of his head and neck he could feel his uncle pressing him down lower. He opened his mouth slightly and it went in. He could hear Trent telling him to suck on it like he would a lollipop. This was far different from any lollipop Trent had ever tasted. It looked more like a hotdog without the bun. It was also a hotdog attached to an actual person. It was a hotdog leaking out lots of salty tasting sticky white stuff which was filling his mouth. Instinctively he swallowed the sticky stuff before it filled his mouth.

He could hear Trent mumbling "uhhhhh" and "ahhhh" and "wow" as Trent licked the dick in his mouth. It finally stopped leaking out the pre-cum but still remained rigid on the inside while the skin was soft of the outside. His nose was being tickled by the pubic hair it lay against. He was glad that the part now in his mouth didn't have any hair on it, just the part where his nose was.

Pete had moved Trent's hands to where they were now gently caressing Pete's balls. Pete was now rocking his hips so that the dick was sliding both in and out of Trent's mouth. Each time it was going in deeper and deeper even bumping up against Trent's throat. Pete was moaning more and more as Trent sucked. Then it did enter Trent's throat. Trent gagged. Only the top part of Pete's dick had entered Trent's mouth, but as it was now going into and out of his throat, it was now all going in. Trent stopped gagging.

All of a sudden, the balls in his hands which he had been caressing started pulsing, and the dick in his mouth seemed to start expanding. The next thing he knew lots more of the sticky white stuff began to shoot off. It was way more than the earlier pre-cum. His mouth was already quite filled with the dick already there. He swallowed some but not near quick enough for the amount shooting off. He couldn't swallow fast enough. It was already gushing out of his mouth and even his nose too. He was in ecstasy.

Slowly the dick in his mouth began to grow softer and smaller. Even when smaller it was still larger than his own when he got a stiffy. With both his nose and mouth filled with cum Trent finally coughed. Pete reached over and grabbed a towel wiping the excess away. Trent climbed upward finally nestling his head in the crook of Pete's neck. They both lay there trying to catch their breath. Pete tenderly caressed Trent. He pulled the sheet and bedspread upward as they cuddled in the warmth of their embrace.

Finally Trent muttered "wow" and they both giggled. Pete then mumbled back a "wow" of his own and said that Trent could be a girl for him anytime he felt like it from now on, which made both of them giggle again. Then, Trent giggled again, saying too bad for Pete that he really wasn't a girl cause they could have did the 'f' word. Pete asked...f word.... which made Trent giggle even more. Then between giggles he said girls have the p word so that boys and girls can do the f word. This made him giggle hysterically. Then he could hear Trent mutter hmmmm...p word and f word....pussy and fuck....hmmm which made him giggle even more at hearing the actual cuss words.

As the laughter died down he snuggled closer to his uncle Pete. Never in his life had he felt more loved. His uncle had had his hand under Trent's pajama top caressing his back. It was moved lower where now it was inside his pajama bottom caressing his soft butt.

He next heard Pete say "hmmmm.... but there was a pussy there if need be which made Trent break out in giggles again. Silly Pete...Trent was a boy and he had a dick which girl's didn't have. He didn't have a pussy. He had a dick. It might be a little dick, but a dick was still a dick and not a pussy. He broke out hysterically in laughter saying those naughty words.

But Pete with a smile on his face shook his head saying Trent was mistaken. There was a wonderful pussy just below his hand, and it was a pussy he was fixin' to now fuck. Trent realized and felt Pete's hand on his butt with the fingers probing his anal opening. And Pete had just told him he was fixin' to get fucked there.

Pete gently laid Trent on his back with his head propped up on the pillows. He pulled down Trent's pajama bottoms leaving the pajama top on. Trent was completely bare from his waist down. He told Trent that it might hurt some, that even teen girls said it hurt the first time it happened. Trent was only nine. It would probably hurt, perhaps hurt lots initially. Maybe the pain would die down. Maybe not.

Pete then reached down for the towel which had globs of cum still on it. Trent watched as Pete smeared some of the cum on the dick pointed at him, seeing it get all wet and sticky. He next felt Pete spread his legs wide and bending him so that his knees were up against his chest. Pete was now rubbing wet cum at his butthole even pushing some of it inside his butt, getting it wet and sticky.

He now saw Pete move closer between his spread legs as Pete now leaned his head down towards Trent's own head and felt the dick now touching his butthole. He felt the pressure of Pete pushing. His butt remained closed but with the pressure of Pete pushing against it, it was slowly being pried open.

Then, all of a sudden, the head of the dick went in. Trent was about to cry out from the burning pain until at that exact moment Pete leaned down and kissed him on the mouth and his scream of pain was swallowed in Pete's mouth. Pete began pushing in deeper and deeper always pulling back but never out so that the dickhead still remained inside of Trent.

Tears began flowing out of the sides of both of Trent's eyes at the burning sensation he was feeling at his anal opening. Pete kept kissing him on the mouth to keep him from crying out. Pete's balls were now slapping Trent's butt cheeks each time he went all the way in. Maybe fucking wasn't so much fun. For a boy maybe....but for a girl....fucking hurt. Fucking hurt lots.

But, he was being fucked. He was being fucked whether it hurt or not. The pain had died down some but not all. Fucking hurt. Perhaps it was like periods. Girls had them. Boys didn't. Whether girls complained about periods or not, periods were still going to happen. So why complain. It was part of being a girl. You had to have periods.

Looking up at Pete he could obviously see that he was having fun, so it just as obviously wasn't any pain for a boy to fuck. Only the person being fucked received any pain. It is the girl who gets fucked and the boy who does the fucking. Fucking is great pleasure. Being fucked hurts. Boys.....pleasure. Girls....pain.

Just as suddenly he felt Pete's dick inside him expand and then felt the warm flow of cum being shot up deep inside him. Pete was pressed up tight against him with the dick at its deepest point trying to milk the last remaining drops. Finally it stopped squirting. The dick was decreasing in size. Eventually it even popped out bringing with it a mixture of sticky cum mixed with a tinge of red blood.

Trent was as sore as could be. Nevertheless, he was still quite happy. He still loved and cared deeply for his Uncle Pete. He always would. But he had learned a valuable lesson. Fucking for a boy seemed the most pleasurable thing in the world for a boy. He had only to look up at Pete to see evidence of this. For a girl being fucked meant being in lots and lots of pain. It was just something a girl had to go through sometimes. Good thing was that Trent was a boy. From now on he would be the boy. Perhaps not soon, but someday in the future it would be him doing the fucking and would be some pretty girl the one being fucked. The girl would be pretty. Maybe even his pretty classmate that Pete had mentioned earlier...Cindy. Trent was certain that someday in the future there would be pretty girls wanting him. What made him certain was what everyone always said about him. A boy could always find a pretty girl when he was "adorably cute."

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