I hadn't seen Jeffrey in a year, and when he showed up at my door unannounced, I felt bad for not taking the time to visit the boy. He'd always been my favorite nephew. Well, step nephew, really. My brother and his wife adopted him when they discovered they couldn't have children. Maybe I love Jeffrey best because he was my first. Or maybe because I'm a lecherous fuck. He'd traveled for hours, driving straight through, and his muscles ached. When I offered to give Jeffrey a massage, he readily agreed. How was I supposed to know he'd arouse me in the process? Even as I touched him, my hands slippery with oil, sliding up and down his back, my cock stiffened. And as I stared at his balls, all swollen and full of cum, as I massaged his glutes -- an ass as round and plump as two ripe, juicy melons -- he surprised me when he rolled over. His thick, uncut and swollen cock throbbed, practically begging me for release. As if it had a life of its own. What could I do but stroke... I mean... massage it for Jeffrey? And play with his hole? My one regret? I have none. Guilt has left me and we now live together in delicious sin. And when my brother's wife confessed that she missed her little boy, I had to bite my tongue. I don't think she would have appreciated hearing that her little boy wasn't all THAT little anymore.