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Subject: My Khmer Nephew Part 2 My Khmer Nephew by Clee Do not read this story if you are under 18. This story is a product of the author’s imagination, any resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental. Please consider donating to Nifty, this site depends on support from its readers. My Khmer Nephew Part 2 When I woke up in the morning I was slightly disoriented, at first I didn’t know where I was. I rolled over and saw Sam. Suddenly the memory of what we had done the previous night and the emotions attached came back to me. Although it had been an amazing experience, had I made a mistake? “He’s 19,” I kept saying over and over in my head. He was asleep on his back, the sheet pushed down to his waist. I watched him quietly for a few minutes, his broad, tan chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. Even from the side his face was so handsome and intense; his strong jawline and those constantly furrowed, thick eyebrows made him look perpetually annoyed. I reached over and stroked the fine black hair that grew in the center of his chest, feeling his warmth and incredibly smooth skin. He must have been sleeping lightly, because he immediately began to smile although his eyes were still closed. He slowly turned his head to me and opened them, “Hey,” he said in a deep, groggy voice. “Good morning,” I whispered back. He rolled over, approaching me and coming in for a kiss. “Sam, I have morning breath,” I turned away. “Whose spit do you think is in your mouth from last night, hmm?” He grinned, looking mischievous as he came closer and I gave in as his thick, soft lips met mine. “What’s your plan for today?” I asked, pulling him close to me and resting his head on my hairy chest. “I guess I should talk to my parents.” He said while playing with my nipple unconsciously. “Are you serious about the garage?” I was already trying to figure out how I could help, looking down at him to gauge his reaction. His face became very serious…even more than usual. “Absolutely. I know I’m making a mess and I don’t want to disappoint my parents, but Uncle…I mean Chris, I was failing every class. I don’t have the right mind for business.” He brought his face up to mine. “I want to work with my hands. I really want to do this.” His beautiful narrow, back eyes were staring into mine plaintively. I found myself becoming lost in his gaze as I forced myself back to reality, “You don’t have to convince me,” I kissed the top of his head with its shiny, black hair, “your parents are the issue. I’ll go over there with you to get some clothes and we’ll see how they’re feeling.” Since it was Saturday, I knew they’d be around. “I don’t mean to sound like a grownup, but you should have talked to them before you dropped out of the university. If you had involved them in the decision, it would have helped your cause.” I knew I had to be honest with him, even if it risked pissing him off. “I know, you’re right. I dropped out after I got some really bad exam results. Do you think I’m immature?” He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. “No, I think you’re 19.” I giggled saying this, trying to lighten the mood. “Get over here,” he was smiling broadly as he pulled me over and on top of him. I nuzzled my face in his neck as I straddled him, enjoying the warmth of his body and his masculine scent. I could feel that he was hard, his penis like a hot pipe as it lay between us at an angle, its dripping tip reaching my hip. He slowly began to thrust it up at me, “Damn you’re hard Sam,” I whispered in his ear, nibbling his earlobe. “I can’t be naked with you and stay soft,” he said, two of his fingers finding my hole and caressing me there. He moved his face to mine so that we were looking into each others’ eyes, “I want this,” he said almost in a growl, his fingers now massaging my opening with more urgency. “It might be messy from last night…” I protested weekly. “I’m not asking,” he began kissing me as he said this, “it’s my cum in you anyway, let’s add to it.” I knew I wasn’t going to get out of it, not that I wanted to, so I leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube. As I did, his cock moved between my legs, rubbing against hairy crotch and leaking precum there. I put a generous amount of the lube onto my hand, then reached behind me and rubbed it all over his big cock. As I did this his foreskin rolled back, the head was already wet and slippery. His fingers met my hand, taking some of the lube and rubbing it against my hole. He kissed me more deeply as he began fingering me and I grunted into his mouth as one, then two fingers went inside. Our eyes were inches apart and his stared into mine as his fingers slowly moved in and out of me, his breath becoming heavy with his excitement. “I want this. I want this now,” he said in a husky voice, removing his fingers. As he did, I could feel some of his warm semen from the previous night oozing out of me. Sam placed his big head against my escort bayan hole and slowly raised his hips, opening me slowly to accommodate his thickness. I moved back to meet him, marvelling at how hard and hot his cock felt as it slowly filled me up. Finally, he was all the way inside me and my ass met his pelvis. I groaned into his mouth as we continued to kiss and he began to thrust slowly. “You like this?” He moaned, still staring at me. “I love it, feels so good. Damn you’re big Sam,” as I said this, he wrapped his arms around my back, pushing me down onto him and going even deeper into me. Suddenly he stopped thrusting. “Sorry, is it too big? I want you to enjoy it when we do this, I don’t want to hurt you.” He had a concerned look on his face. “No, it’s amazing, you’re amazing. It’s perfect inside me.” I kissed his lips passionately to reassure him. Upon hearing that, his hands moved down to my waist, grabbing it for leverage has he began to pump in and out of me with long thrusts. After a few minutes I sat up, completely impaled by his big cock and I felt a slight ache in my pelvis as it reached deeply inside of me. Slowly I began to move up and down, feeling him slide in and out as I did. The feeling was exquisite and I closed my eyes in order to concentrate on this experience, placing my hands on his waist to brace myself as I rode him, controlling every movement. I opened my eyes to look down at him and I saw his beautiful torso, shiny with sweat as it undulated under me, pushing up to thrust, meeting my body over and over. We had found our rhythm. I looked at his face, he was staring up at me with his mouth open, a look of wonder in his eyes as he watched my body moving on top of his, taking him to a place of ecstasy. I leaned down slightly and ran my hands over his sweaty chest and down into his armpits. The thick, black hair that grew there was damp from his exertion and he moaned as I rubbed them. I brought one of my hands to my nose so I could smell his private scent. His aroma and pheromones gave me a jolt of excitement, I immediately wanted to cum. I knew I couldn’t wait much longer, so I reached down to caress his hairy nipples, teasing them with my thumbs until they became rock hard nubs. Sam began to moan again and said breathlessly, “I’m gonna cum Chris, I can’t hold it…” he was still staring at my body and my face, marvelling at the pleasure I was giving him. “Go ahead, I want it in me,” I said as I began to move up and down more quickly on his engorged pole. Upon hearing this, Sam held my waist tightly as he thrust up into me with urgency, his thick brows furrowing even more deeply than usual as he got closer and closer. After just a few seconds, Sam’s mouth opened wide and he shouted as his orgasm began, his cock slamming all the way into me and pulsating. I grabbed my own rock-hard cock as I watched him; every muscle on his chest and stomach tensed as he unloaded into me and I could feel him throbbing over and over. This was the most intense sexual experience of my life. I immediately began to cum, my hole clamping tightly on Sam’s cock repeatedly, extending his orgasm as my semen shot all over his chest and stomach. I remained on top of him for a while with his cock still deep inside me and my hand covered in cum as we both caught our breath. Sam sat up on his elbows and pulled my face down to his, kissing me deeply. “I could get used to this,” he said breathlessly, still panting from exertion. “Me too,” I said dreamily, coming down from the high that we just shared. After Sam and I showered together, I sent a text to his mother Kim to ask if they were around and could we stop by, she responded yes. I’ve known Sam’s parents for many years, so I knew how to handle the conversation. Kim has a soft touch and is very indulgent, whereas Sam’s father Prak is more serious and stubborn. Sam’s disposition is like his father’s. As we drank coffee and ate bagels at the kitchen table, I looked up at Sam. “We’ll stop by your house after we eat.” “I’m not going there. You go,” Sam pouted, suddenly getting cold feet. It’s funny how at that age, sometimes he seemed like such a sensible adult, then sometimes he was still a kid. “I’m going help you through this, but you need to be a man and face your problem.” He knew I was right as he grudgingly nodded his head, looking down at his plate. When we got to Sam’s house, Sam slipped discretely upstairs to get more clothes while I greeted his parents. Kim and Prak were happy to see me. “Chris! Come in! I found the most amazing jackfruit at the Asian market this morning, sit down and have some with us.” Kim embraced me warmly as she said this, leading us to the living room. Prak was sitting on the large sectional sofa watching soccer and although he wasn’t as demonstrative as Kim, his big smile and warm expression told me that he was happy to see me. Losing this relationship, this big family…all of them, not just Kim and Prak, tuzla genç escort were the cause of my biggest hesitation when it came to Sam. They could have completely abandoned me when Vinh got sick, but they all did the exact opposite. They took that difficult journey with us, and since his death they have continually raised me up and made me feel loved. Yes, I was developing feelings for Sam and yes, the sex was incredible, but was he capable of more than that at 19? Was I capable of loving again after the devastating loss of Vinh? All of these things swirled in my mind as I sat down to go to bat for my favorite nephew, who was also now my…lover? Sex partner? I couldn’t even define it. “Last night, Sam told me what happened.” I began, hoping they would jump in with their side of the story. “We are very disappointed in him,” Prak started, his face serious. Those brows. Jesus, I suddenly realized I was seeing Sam in 20 years. “He has got to get an education,” he continued, “I mopped floors for my first ten years in this country and his mother cleaned hotel rooms. You know this Chris, we weren’t even able to afford this house when we met you. I think we spoiled him.” “I don’t think you spoiled him,” I tried to retort as gently as possible. “Sam is a hard worker and he does want to succeed. He just wants to work with his hands. He has a job waiting for him once he completes his training, and mechanics can do quite well. He could even own his own business one day.” Prak wasn’t moved by my speech and after several seconds of silence, Kim spoke up. “Sam, get in here.” He suddenly appeared from the dining room where he had been lurking around the corner. “How did you know I was there?” He walked in sheepishly and sat down near his mother, away from his father. I laughed to myself as I witnessed his nervousness. “I’m your mother, I always know.” As Kim said this, her eyes left Sam and turned toward me, locking mine in her gaze. This shocked me, but I put it aside in my mind as I concentrated on Sam and his issue. Kim continued, “Your goals do not line up with ours and that’s okay. Parents cannot live their children’s lives. I’m going to suggest a compromise.” “No compromise!” Prak was beginning to get heated. I had never seen Kim lose her cool before, but she raised her voice and said something very sternly to Prak in Khmer. Sam was only able to understand a little bit of Vietnamese, so neither of us knew what she was saying. The following year at a family gathering she confided in me after too much wine that she was reminding him that her parents were dead-set against her marrying a “dark-skinned Cambodian”, and that they never would have ended up together had they listened. Her tone softened as she regained her composure, “Your father and I will allow you to transfer to the community college to study as you wish. We’ll actually save a substantial amount of money this way. BUT. At the same time, you must get a two-year degree in something relating to business. It’s your job to investigate their offerings and to choose one.” Sam’s mouth dropped open and he began to protest, “Do you know how much work that will be? I was failing with just one major and you want me to study two completely different things at once?” Prak cut him off, “Enough! Your mother’s offer is much more generous than what I had in mind. But since she has put her foot down, I will go along with it. Sam, we want you to succeed. We don’t want to punish you; we want you to have a bright future. Just promise me that you’ll give this your all. The other degree is just so that you have another skill.” Sam and I looked at each other, I shook my head slightly from side to side as if to say, “Take it or leave it.” “Okay,” he said at last in a soft voice, “I’ll enroll at the community college and check out their majors. Will you help me Chr…Uncle Chris?” “Of course I will.” I sighed with relief as it seemed like this impasse had been broken. I promised myself that I would do whatever I could to help Sam to succeed. Once the mood lightened, we enjoyed a pleasant visit just catching up and gossiping about family drama. Prak came in and out of the conversation, throwing in his two cents on every issue between soccer plays. After a few hours, it was time to leave. “Can I stay with Uncle for a few days?” Sam asked, picking up the duffel bag he had packed earlier. “Yes of course,” Kim was smiling at me, “he can help you to get registered at school and with choosing a business major.” A big emphasis was placed on the word “business”. On the ride home, Sam took hold of my hand after several minutes of silence. “Thanks,” he said softly, looking straight ahead. “I knew there would be a solution Sam, there always is.” I tried to reassure him, “I’ve known your parents for a long time and they’re not unreasonable. Promise me that you’ll include loved ones in important decisions before you take action.” I looked over at him tuzla kendi evi olan escort to gauge his reaction. What I got was a stronger grip on my hand. “I will, promise. Chris…” he stopped mid-thought. “What is it?” “I think…I think I need you. I always thought you were so handsome and sexy, but there’s more.” He turned his head and looked directly at me, “So much more.” “Hey, I’m not just a pretty face!” I was laughing at his sudden realization, but in my chest my heart was bursting. When we got home, Sam put his bag in the guest room and I headed for the kitchen. “What do you want for dinner tonight?” I asked, wondering if he could hear me from upstairs. “Let’s worry about that later,” he shouted from upstairs, “Shower with me!” I found him at the top of the stairs naked, his long brown penis hanging between his legs like a snake with a pointy head. Upon seeing this I bounded up to meet him, ripping off my clothes along the way. I practically knocked him over when I got there, grabbing him by the arms and pulling him in for a deep kiss. We walked into the bathroom hand in hand and as we did, I looked at the reflection of our bodies together in the large mirror. Although we’re about the same height, we couldn’t be more different. I’m white and slightly muscular with a moderately hairy chest and stomach that leads to a brown, curly bush surrounding my pink, chubby, cut cock. Sam’s dark tan body, on the other hand, is much bulkier than mine. Although he’s not fat, he outweighs me by about 20 pounds. His broad chest is almost completely smooth, except for the light patch of hair right in the center, and some around his nipples. His tummy is completely smooth, but his pubes are dense and black, sticking out in all directions above and around his long, uncut cock. “What are you looking at?” Sam was gently pulling me to the shower. “Us,” I said, continuing to admire our bodies in the mirror. “Yeah? Do you like what you see?” He stood next to me, our eyes staring at each other in the glass. “We’re so different,” I said softly. “Opposites attract, you pale, sexy fucker,” he was grinning broadly as I grabbed him by the wrist, dragging him into the shower. “Thanks again for today,” Sam said from behind me as he washed my back. “Don’t worry about it,” I responded lazily, enjoying the feeling of being pampered. “I’ll always do whatever I can to help you.” “Whatever you can? Whatever?” He was moving closer to me as he wrapped his arms around my chest. “Damn Sam, are you horny again?” I could feel his now-hard and very hot cock sliding between my soapy legs. “You got mixed up with a 19 year old…” he was nibbling my ear. He rubbed his big cock between my legs a few times, getting closer to my hole each time. I arched my back slightly to let him know that I was okay with it and his fat head found my opening. He pushed slowly but forcefully inside of me, his soapy cock easily sliding up and in. He held me close to him as he fucked me. “You’re so warm and tight,” he panted into my ear. His thumbs found my nipples and he began to rub them, driving me crazy as he sank deeper and deeper into me. I adjusted my hips slightly so that his big cock was rubbing my prostate and I groaned loudly. “Did I hit your sweet spot? Do you like that?” He asked in a husky voice. “Yeah, so good…damn, it’s so good…” I could barely speak. Hearing this, he picked up his pace, now thrusting in and out of me with urgency. “Sam, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum…” I had never experienced a prostate orgasm before, but I knew that I was about to. Suddenly, my cock began to twitch and bounce on its own as it shot a big stream of cum onto the shower wall. I gasped as I came, closing my legs tightly and thrusting my hips uncontrollably, shooting over and over. Sam was still holding me tightly from behind, pinching my nipples and moving with me as though he was taming a wild animal. My sudden tightly clamping of his captive penis caught him off guard, and the numerous pulsations of my hole brought him to his orgasm. He moaned into my ear and I felt him unloading into me, his first contractions matching my own waning ones. We must have looked like two animals as he hunched into me, his arms holding me in place as he injected me deeply, marking me as his own. After we both finished cumming, Sam turned my face to his and kissed me gently as we waited for his erection to subside. He pulled from me gently and his long hose fell out, followed by a large glob of cum that fell with a splat onto the shower floor. After drying off, we went downstairs and I poured us each a glass of wine while we discussed dinner. Looking across the kitchen island at him, I marvelled at how beautiful Sam was. Was I lusting after my hot 19 year old nephew, or falling for him? Was he a diversion � a project � to help me overcome my grief for Vinh, or was there really something there? Was he going to hurt me…or could I hurt him? As I listened to him talk excitedly all about the garage where he would be working, I decided to just be there for him and to see what developed. I smiled at him as I thought, “He has to be my second chance, he just has to be.” End of part 2 Your feedback is welcomed, email me at ail

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