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.