It was difficult for Buddy to think of himself as "Uncle Buddy." This was the first time he had met his nephew, his brother's son, Billy since the boy was born 15 years before. He was not around for the boy's birth, his christening, Ed and Alice's divorce, or any of the other events in the boy's life. Pretty well all he knew about Billy was that somehow Ed had managed to run his building company and managed to bring up his son as a single parent. You had to give him credit for that!

Buddy, on the other hand, had never managed to succeed at anything. He had never started his own company as brother Ed had managed to do; nor had he married, as Ed had (even though it ended in divorce). In fact, Buddy didn't really care much for the ladies. He preferred sex with the occasional horny guy like himself he came across in the string of construction camps he had worked in over the years.

That's why he was here now in Robertsville. He was tired of going from job to job, camp to camp, and brother Ed had offered him a job and a home here in Robertsville. Buddy didn't know whether he would stay or not. He had checked out the town and it didn't even have a gay bar, although Squirt.org did list a number of cruising spots, and about 50 guys in the area. He supposed he could always take a trip to Kelowna or Penticton when he got really horny. Neither city was so very far away.

So now he was living with Ed and Billy, learning the house construction trade, and also learning to get used to being called "Uncle Buddy" by an angelic-looking 15-year-old nephew. Tonight he was getting to act in that role for the first time. Ed had gone out on a business dinner, to meet a speculator with big bucks who wanted a complete sub-division built. Buddy had been nominated to play Uncle for the first time, to keep the 15-year-old entertained, and to keep him from heading out to the town's 7-11 to hang out with the "cool kids" who Ed knew for sure were into illicit booze, drugs, and petty crime. Ed had promised he wouldn't be too long; he'd be back as soon as he could.

"Uncle Buddy" and his charge started the evening out very normally. They ate pizza, then Billy wanted to watch a video with his uncle. Ed owned quite a collection of DVDs and Buddy flipped through them looking for something he thought suitable. Billy rejected outright Finding Nemo and Shrek, did not like the idea of Star Wars or Avatar, and after a quick trip into his father's bedroom came back with another disk. "One of Dad's special movies," he told Buddy. "They're hot! This one is one of the best!"

Uncle Buddy glanced at the front cover: Magnificent 7½. Buddy presumed it was a sequel to the classic movie with a similar name. He handed it back to Billy, who popped it into the DVD player, came back to cuddle up to Buddy on the chesterfield, and pressed the 'play' button on the remote. The movie started off like the typical Western, with desert shots, a western town, and then the interior of a saloon, but in no time at all the hombres in the saloon were shedding their pants, displaying seven-inch cocks, and sucking each other off. Buddy was shocked that Ed would own such a movie, horrified that Billy would play it, and embarrassed to find it was turning him on. He was even more shocked to find Billy's hand shoved down the front of his pants and grasping his rapidly swelling cock.

"Billy!" Buddy cried. "Stop that! And stop that movie, too!"

Billy reluctantly pressed the 'stop' button on the remote, and even more reluctantly released his uncle's stiffening cock and withdrew his hand from his uncle's jeans.

"I just wanted to feel if you were enjoying the movie. Sure felt like you liked it," Billy grinned.

"I don't think that's the sort of movie you should be watching. You're father, either!" Buddy growled. He was realizing that he and his brother had more in common than he had ever guessed. No wonder Alice had divorced him. She had originally taken Billy with her, but Buddy had heard through channels that Alice's boyfriend absolutely refused to have Billy round, so she had shipped him back to Ed. Buddy wondered now what it was that the boyfriend didn't like about Billy.

"Want to play a game instead?" Buddy suggested.

"Sure," Billy agreed, eagerly. "You like role-playing games?" he asked.

"Don't think I've ever played one," Buddy mused. "How do they work?"

"Well, we pick a theme and a scene then take parts, then act them out, sort of like little plays," explained Billy.

"Sounds interesting," agreed Buddy, while thinking "Sounds harmless enough."

"Let's play Cowboys and Indians, then," suggested Billy. "We can do the Sheriff escapes the Indian Brave scene."

"How does that go?" Buddy asked, intrigued.

"Well, I'll be the Indian Brave. I've captured you and tied you up. Now I gathering wood to burn you at the stake. You wriggle free of my ropes and overcome me and escape."

Buddy couldn't see any harm in that script. Buddy didn't know Billy very well. "I'll just go get some ropes I've got for my tent," the boy said.

When he returned, Buddy didn't put up any struggle and allowed Billy to stretch him out on the floor while he tied each of his wrists to the front legs of the heavy chesterfield. Nor did he struggle when Billy tied each of his ankles to the front legs of a heavy armchair. He was now spread-eagled on the floor.

Now helpless, Buddy asked. "So what now?"

"Now we have to get into costume," Billy told him.

"How will I do that, all tied up like this?" asked his helpless uncle.

"That won't be hard," said Billy. "Just stay there like that," he told Buddy as he hurried out of the room. What choice do I have? thought Buddy, laying there immobilized. In moments Billy was back. He had a cheap tin Sheriff's badge he had retrieved from somewhere. He pinned it on Buddy's hoody.

"There! That's you in costume!" exclaimed Billy. "Now I've got to get me ready." Again Billy disappeared from the room, calling "Don't you go anywhere," as he departed.

To Buddy, it seemed ages before Billy returned, but it was probably no more than four or five minutes. When he returned he was 'in costume.' Billy had fashioned a loin-cloth of sorts from two scanty wash-cloths, one front and one rear, held together by what appeared to be a couple of shoelaces. He had smeared a couple of streaks on each cheek and down his forehead with something yellow gunk or other. Buddy guessed it might have been mustard.

As he approached, Buddy sized up his nephew. Stripped of his baggy clothes, the kid had quite a well-defined body for a fifteen-year-old, with firm pecs and abs, and tight buttocks. He felt the urge to compliment the boy.

"You look like you're pretty toned, there, kid. You work out a lot?" he asked.

"Yeah," the lad admitted, pride sounding in his voice. "I use the weights at the school gym, and I play on the school's junior rugby team and the local juniors hockey team."

The two wash-cloths were rather revealing. They flapped when the kid moved, exposing his private parts. For a teenaged boy, he was rather well-endowed, Buddy noticed. He guessed the boy's uncut penis was probably five inches long, and it wasn't even hard – a little swollen, maybe, but not hard. It was surrounded by a thickening bush. He also had a couple of loose balls which swung when he walked, and a tight little ass. Despite himself, Buddy felt his own cock stirring a little.

He brought his mind back to the role-playing game. "What now?" he asked his nephew.

"Now I search for wood," Billy told him, "While you struggle to get free!"

Billy knelt down beside his spread-eagled uncle and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly.

"Hey, what're you doing," protested Buddy.

"Searching for wood," chuckled the kid. "You got any in here?" he said, reaching into Buddy's boxers. "Oh yeah, you sure do!" he exclaimed triumphantly as his hand encircled the shaft of Buddy's boner. Despite his wishes otherwise and his best intentions, Buddy's cock was growing fast. It got harder and harder as the boy stroked it. He tried to will it away, but that didn't help.

Helpless, Buddy looked down the length of his body to where Billy was busy stripping his uncle's jeans and undies down. He was having problems. Against his own better nature, Buddy raised his hips from the carpet to let the boy slide his pants down more easily. He tried to kid himself that he had just done it because he was getting a bit of a cramp in his butt from laying on the hard floor, but he knew in his heart that was not the truth.

Looking down to his waist area, he could also see that the boy too had a pronounced woody. What had been a flaccid five inches minutes before was now a rigid six inches. Billy flipped up his wash-cloth loincloth, exposing his dick. He leaned forward and rubbed it against his uncle's erect hard-on.

"This is called rubbing two sticks together," he joked. "Do you think it will start a fire?"

"Quit that!" Buddy demanded, while secretly enjoying it. "You're gonna make me cum!"

"Good!" cried the boy. "I wanna see how much juice you've got!"

Buddy was wriggling, trying to loose himself from his bonds, but the boy obviously knew his knots.

"Set me free, please!" begged Buddy.

"Nah, not yet!" Billy decided. "Not till I've had a bit more fun."

Buddy saw that a glistening globe of pre-cum had formed at the lips of his penis. Billy saw it, too.

"Oooh, look!" he cried. "Man juice!" He swiftly bent his head. His tongue licked out and gathered the glob of pre-cum from Buddy's cock.

"Mmmm! Delicious!" he cried. "Let's see if we can get more flowing." He pulled back Buddy's foreskin, exposing the knob and the sensitive underside. He began licking his tongue up this tender area, driving Buddy crazy – with delight. As much as his head told him he should not be enjoying this, his body was revelling in it!

Now the little monster took Buddy's whole knob in his mouth, licking all around. Buddy hadn't thought he could get any harder, nor any more excited, but he was wrong. The boy was bringing him to places he hadn't been in ages. Buddy wasn't sure whether it was the taboo of the situation or whether the lad was a natural-born cocksucker. He was so aroused, he figured it must be both.

His balls were drawing up. He knew he would cum soon, but he really didn't want to. He wanted this to last a bit longer – a lot longer. Buddy admitted to himself that he was enjoying this.

Billy told him: "Don't go anywhere!" (Ha! Ha! As if he could!) He left the room again, this time going into his father's bedroom again, returning with a tube of … was that KY jelly? Yes, it was! Wow, what next?

'Next' was Billy liberally anointing Buddy's rock-hard pole with the KY, stroking him with slippery hands. Buddy was expecting to get jacked off. But no! That was not what the kid had in mind. Facing his uncle, Billy put one foot on either side of Buddy's waist. He began to sit back down towards his uncle's erect prick. Buddy suddenly realized the boy was intending to impale himself on Buddy's cock.

"Don't!" he cried to the boy. "I'm too big for you. I'll hurt you!" He was literally afraid for the boy, but the boy didn't listen. He reached behind himself, grasped his uncle's stiff organ and guided it to his puckered hole.

"I already lubed myself up," Billy informed him. "It'll be just fine!" And to prove a point, Billy pushed down onto Buddy's penis. Buddy felt the pressure, felt Billy's ass muscles relaxing, felt his sphincter slipping over his cock-head, felt his shaft sliding up into the boy.

"Ohhh! That feels so fucking good," sighed the boy, continuing to slowly lower himself onto Buddy's cock. Looking down, Buddy could see his cock slowly disappearing into his nephew.

When Billy was fully lowered onto his uncle's cock, he let out a great sigh of "Ahhh!" Then he slowly began to raise himself up again, until he was almost free of the impaler, then quickly lowered himself again before starting over. The repeated motion was too much for Buddy. He could feel the internal pressures building, knew that he would soon erupt, that he would cum deep inside his own nephew.

"Billy," he warned the boy, "you'd better get off me. I'm going to shoot my load."

"Good," the boy grinned back at him. "Shows that you're enjoying it!" And Buddy had to admit – he was enjoying it. The feel of that tight young asshole sliding up and down his rod was better than any he'd had that he could remember, a truly fine fuck.

Billy sat right down onto him again, and as he did so, Buddy strained upwards and his juices began to flow. Spurt after spurt of hot cum raced up his tubes and into his nephew's asshole. The boy could feel it, and the sensation caused a similar sensation in him. His teenaged cock began to jerk and a veritable fountain of young spunk pumped out onto Buddy – and his brand new hoody and his face and his hair. Boy-cum was everywhere.

It was at that very moment that the living room door opened and Ed entered, home from his business dinner. Billy leapt up from squatting over his uncle, setting Buddy's cock free from his tight young ass. It only took a moment for Ed to size up what was going on here. Buddy was expecting outrage, expecting to be torn from limb to limb by a raging father. He waited breathlessly – and helplessly – for the worst.

"Shame on you, son, taking advantage of your Uncle Buddy like this!" Ed growled at Billy.

"I see the horny little bugger has manage to trick you into his role-playing games, too," he said to Buddy. "Cowboys and Indians, by the look of it. With me it was Cops and Robbers. Trussed me up with a couple of pairs of play handcuffs and some duct tape." He chuckled.

Ed knelt down beside his brother and began untying the knots his son had so expertly tied.

"That was about a year back. Can't keep him out of my pants since then. Glad you're here. It'll take some of the pressure off me."

"Yeah, Pop! Yeah! Like all three of us! It'll be great! Uncle Buddy's cock is even bigger than yours!"

As Ed helped him to his feet, Buddy was visualizing these ideas – himself, Ed, Billy – all three together. He could see life was going to be very different living with brother Ed – and dirty little Billy!