APPLE OF MY EYE Stretching lazily, the early morning sun streaming through the east window, tracing a shadow pattern that illuminates the pale white-blond hair of the boy sleeping peacefully beside me, curled protectively, clutching the sheets to his chest, I cannot help but want him, my morning erection jumping happily under the sheets as he turns his back to me, a soft sigh of contentment slipping past his full, sensuous lips, half-parted in heavy dream-less sleep. I touch myself under the covers, feel my cock dance stiffly at the prospect of plundering this magnificent creature's ass, knowing I must have him this morning, as I have nearly every morning for the past two years. Rolling onto my side, nestling my hairy naked body against his smooth pale flesh I perch on one elbow, brush his hair away from his face, nuzzling the smooth line of his jaw, so unlike the rough pitted stubbly surface that puberty will soon turn it into. He moves restlessly, rolling away from my touch, not quite wakening and I reach back to grab the bottle of mineral oil from the nightstand; there is no need to use a condom with this young child, he hasn't been with anyone but me, and I have not shared another man's body fluid since my own uncle introduced me to the exquisite delight of the forbidden coupling of man and boy. I prefer oil to the man-made chemicals, it doesn't dry out or leave a sticky residue though I know from experience that oil will have a laxative effect on the recipient of my attentions; it is an inconvenience that we have both accustomed ourselves to. I pour some oil into my hand and I touch myself again, now clutching my hard, stiff penis, stroking lazily, sliding the foreskin back to rub the oil into the ridge below the helmet of my cock. Clutching my balls now swollen with lust, I press my thumb against the eye of my penis, a small ritual I always perform, as if by placing my thumb there I've somehow given notice to my sperm that they are to wait until I give the word before they come rushing out. And still my boy sleeps, the sun warming the sheets draped carelessly over his slim frame. I roll on my side placing my rigid pole at the cleft of his buttocks, perfectly smooth, pale pink buttocks. I reach over him as I press insistently, driving myself between his cheeks I clutch an oily hand at his small flaccid prick, manipulating it to life. He rouses as his anus dilates to allow my prick entry into his depths; barely awake a low moan escapes his lips and he thrusts his hips back towards my groin as I drive myself up into his slim young body, my testes feel as if they will burst from the sheer pleasure of the moment and I clutch his stiff young cock, yanking it slowly, sensuously, as he thrusts hips backward, demanding that I *fuck* him. Pulling him against my chest the top of his head falls a few inches below my chin and lying on my side, one arm stretched above my head I begin to slowly move my cock in and out of his pale skinny buttocks, rubbing my early morning stubble along his silky white mane, I whisper softly. "feel me in you." I grind slowly, opening him gently on the in-stroke, pulling ever-so-gently out again only to drive more deeply into him with each successive thrust, my hairy groin a sharp contrast to his smooth nakedness. He moans, his small cock impossibly hard in my hand, his little testes jerking in their sack, eager for a release they know only in theory. He moans, a small guttural moan, humping back eagerly at the cock he has known so intimately for the past two years, and I become more excited as his lust increases, knowing that this fragile young beauty, the fruit of my beloved sister's loins, is as eager for my cock as I am for his ass. I lean up on an elbow, still clutching his little dancing prick, and with my lips I nuzzle and nip at the soft nape of his neck; he moans in ecstasy and I can stand it no more; my cock still buried in his backside I roll him so he is face down and I am kneeling over his prone form stabbing into him as he moans loudly, gasping at me to fuck him harder "Oh... Uncle, please... harder" Breathy child-sized gasps of pleasure hiss from his lungs as I press him against the bedclothes, driving deep into his hot clutching anus over and over and over again I no longer am making love, I am *fucking* him, with an animal lust I pound the length of my prick in and out of his magnificent, doll-like buttocks as he gasps and clutches at the bed-clothes his small, light frame buffeted back and forth by the penis worrying his ass. My testicles expand, explode. It is over. Milky fluid spews forth from the end of my cock and I fill the boy with my seed as I hump franticly and then more slowly, gently. I have never understood some mens' desire to ejaculate on their partner's surface; I will send the boy off to school filled with my seed, feeling it in his rectum like a small warm enema, a reminder that of our secret passion. It is still early, there is time for a leisurely shower and breakfast before I must leave for work and he to catch the schoolbus. I slip from within him, to lie on my back as he rolls over to nestle beneath my armpit, reaching out a small delicate hand to stroke my limp penis that so recently plundered his depths. "I came." he whispers against my chest. I raise myself to look at the small wet spot on his belly where a tiny bit of juvenile semen has spilled from his cock. I rub my hand in the spot of cum and smile at him, kiss him sensuously, not minding the early morning taste as I thrust my tongue wetly into his waiting mouth. We linger for a moment, our naked bodies intertwined as we grope each other in the afterglow of a particularly nice fuck. "You know," I tell him, "this means that soon, you'll be seducing other boys, perhaps even girls, and have no time for me anymore." He move to protest but I placed a gentle finger against his lips. I smile sadly, knowing that the end of our relationship is indeed fast approaching. As puberty, hair, a deepening voice, pimples overtake this beautiful boy I will rapidly lose interest. Necessity will compel me to find another to replace him, but I needn't worry him with these details just yet. He smiles uncertainly at me and we rise to begin the mundane requirements of our daily lives.