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Subject: A Brief History of Jonathan (Gay/Adult-Youth) Please donate to Nifty. They’ve been hosting these stories for decades. I have other stories on Nifty listed in the prolific authors section under Vance Von Jungsburg E-il me if you liked the story or want to talk – I always reply: [email protected] A BRIEF HISTORY OF JONATHAN by Vance Von Jungsburg ACT I The giggling in my nephew’s room grew in volume and intensity until it turned to squeals. It was the sort of sound that lets a favorite uncle know that the boys are probably having too much fun. I knocked twice and opened the door. My 13 year old nephew Matt had a tight grip on the back waistband of his friend’s underwear in an attempt to deliver a merciless wedgie. The boy on the receiving end of the nut-hugger tug, Jonathan, screeched high pitched sounds of glee. It was the kind of sound a kid de when someone was grinding his head with their knuckles: a mixture of pleasure, pain and laughter. I froze – the boy experiencing the wedgie was wearing white briefs and nothing else. Matt had pulled the tighty-whities up far enough in back that the kid’s ass cheeks were hanging out the leg openings. Jonathan’s body was skinny, white and hairless. His bottom was the same cream color as the back of his thin legs and bony knees. Jonathan had always come off as a cute, weird kid, but seeing him nearly naked de me reappraise the boy. His head of dark, long curly hair looked unkempt and uncared for, as if his own physical appearance was of no concern to him. That was also reflected in his clothing, which was usually a mistched combination like a red Spidern t-shirt and brown sweatpants or an orange Darth Vader t-shirt and Kelly green basketball shorts. Fortune had gifted the boy with big blue eyes and long dark eyelashes, which on balance. more than compensated for the lack of attention he gave his own appearance. That such a boy would wear unfashionable white briefs was not a surprise. Matt let go of Jonathan’s waistband and he fell to the floor as if he’d just been overcome in battle. “Uncle Mark!” Matt said, trying to contain his excitement. “We’re king wedgie videos for Jonathan’s YouTube channel. He has 400 followers!” I noticed an iPhone propped up on the dresser pointing at the boys. Matt retrieved the phone and scrolled through to look at their recorded work. The first video showed a side view of him tugging at the back of Jonathan’s briefs, hiking them up to about the middle of his back and then not being able to stretch them any further. Jonathan leaned on the bed as Matt lifted him almost off the ground, forcing the boy to tip-toe while he squealed in delight. The second video, and the third video were much the same. Seeing the boy screech as his underpants were pulled up to expose his buttocks was pleasant, but if this was the quality of Jonathan’s YouTube output I knew his audience probably consisted solely of pervy men. The fourth video was the same, but at the end, Jonathan stood and faced the camera. The outline of his penis and balls was clearly visible as he adjusted the back of his underwear. His cock pointed straight up and slightly left, and looked full and rigid as it pressed taut against the white cotton cloth. Jonathan and Matt might have considered the wedgies to be rowdy, boyish fun, but I was perceptive enough to know that Jonathan was getting turned on by the the feel of the tight underwear against his private parts. My lifetime of looking at bulges through pants, swimsuits or underwear had given me the ability to ke out what was going on beneath the fabric of a guy’s crotch. Maybe Jonathan had no idea that the his boner was so visible behind his underwear, and ybe Matt was so unskilled at looking at groins that he didn’t notice either. Jonathan stood up and joined us to watch the videos. No one could blame me for sneaking a peek down his body as he stood next to me. There it was in the flesh, literally – a tube of boy meat pressing up and out against the stretchy cotton fabric of his briefs. “We’ve been trying for the atomic wedgie, but Jonathan’s underwear won’t stretch that far,” Matt said, after the fifth and final video ended. Oh, the rare “atomic wedgie.” I wasn’t even sure such a thing actually existed. The concept was that the underwear was pulled up so high that the waistband could be stretched over the victim’s head. I’d heard about the atomic wedgie since I was a kid, but I don’t think I’d ever seen one in real life. My inquisitive nature was always open to scientific inquiry, so I spoke up. “Maybe you’re just not strong enough to pull it that far.” Matt was a strong kid – at least stronger than skinny Jonathan. My nephew’s compact body was muscular and tight and covered in tiny blonde hairs that contrasted with the tan of his arms and legs. I admired his physique like a poet admires a Grecian urn, but I never thought about him in a sexual way. He was my nephew and I’d been babysitting him since he was an infant. Jonathan, on the other hand, was king my n parts tingle. “You want me to try?” I suggested. It was innocent. I just wanted to help my nephew and his friend with their YouTube videos. And I had a scientific interest in finding out if it could be done. “Yes!” both boys shrieked in unison. I was a big n, muscular and furry, with big biceps and forearms and a thick neck. It took two or three visits to the crossfit gym each week to intain this appearance, but it was one that appealed to the skinny twinks I met on Grindr. Matt had grown up knowing I was gay; my sister Denise never hid it from the boy or saw it as reason not to let me get as close as possible to my nephew. “Matt, you film it. But don’t get my face in the video.” My nephew understood why without me having to explain it. “Ok… let’s do this,” I told Jonathan. The boy leaned forward with his hands on the bed and his backside to me. His waist looked so narrow – I wondered what size pants he wore – 28 inches? 26 inches?. His rail-thin legs and knobby knees descended to his slightly pigeon-toed feet, but the sll mounds of his ass protruded in a shapely and enticing way. “Ready… go,” Matt said looking through the backside of the phone pointed at Jonathan and me. I took a healthy handful of white cotton fabric in each hand, trying to grip as much of the underwear as I could so the boy wouldn’t slip out of my hands, and then heaved upward. Jonathan couldn’t have weighed more than 90 pounds and immediately his feet came off the ground. His high pitched squeals of laughter caused me to laugh too – the sight of the boy suspended in air by the back of his underwear was absurd. Jonathan’s bare buttocks and lower back were exposed by the leg openings of the briefs which had stretched vertically – they were close enough to my face ankara eve gelen escort that I could have leaned forward and licked them. But the boy’s hanging weight wasn’t enough to stretch the underwear up to his head. I held the waistband just below his shoulder blades and suspended the boy in front of me. Jonathan wiggled and screeched as the taut fabric strained against his crotch, then the boy shifted his body weight and pitched forward, landing the upper half of his body on Matt’s bed. The lower half of the boy still dangled from the briefs I clutched tightly. but the stretched underpants had shifted and were now around his knees. I was presented with a look down the length of Jonathan’s narrow backside. The delicious view of his naked buttocks and the sll of his arched back sent dirty thoughts and iges into my consciousness. I igined splitting the cleft of the boy’s slender bottom with my big, lubed-up cock. All three of us were overcome by convulsive laughter as Jonathan pulled his body forward and tried to get me to release the underwear. I held his legs up for a good fifteen seconds before I relented and let the boy’s full weight fall on the bed. He clutched the briefs and pulled them up to cover his naked ass, heaving with laughter the entire time. We gathered around Matt to watch the video. I stole a peek at the front side of Jonathan’s briefs. The loosened waistband fell away from his lower abdomen, leaving an opening about an inch wide. I knew something had to be pressing against the front of the boy’s briefs to push the waistband out like that but from my vantage point I couldn’t see it. At the same time my own cock was inflating; I was grateful for the loose drawstring shorts I was wearing. The video started with a side view of Jonathan leaning on the bed with his briefs-covered ass in the air. Two large arms entered the picture and gripped the boy’s underwear and heaved upward. The screeching boy dangled off the floor and writhed until he pitched forward and his underwear slipped down to his knees. For just a flash his penis was visible, hard and pointing toward his belly. It looked bigger than I expected. I wanted to snatch the iPhone from Matt and stop the video at the moment where Jonathan’s erection was exposed, but knew better; ybe I could do that if they posted it on YouTube. Neither boy de a comment about the wiener flash. “Jonathan’s not heavy enough for me the get the waistband up to his head,” I announced. “Matt, you need to hold his legs when I do the wedgie.” I wasn’t ready for this activity to be over yet. We stood in position with Jonathan leaning forward on the bed and his cotton-covered ass pointing at me while Matt set the camera on the dresser and adjusted it. “Ok… it’s recording,” Matt said, He hurried to Jonathan and sat down cross-legged in front of his friend’s feet, then wrapped his arms around Jonathan’s lower legs. “Go!” Matt prompted. I gripped the back of the briefs with both hands and lifted upward with as much strength as I had. The addition of a 110 pound boy trying to keep Jonathan’s light body from ascending off the floor allowed me to stretch the underwear farther than before, up, up toward Jonathan’s neck. I thought it might actually be possible to achieve the atomic wedgie. Both boys were screaming with mirth at the situation but I silently proceeded with my assignment, trying to stretch the damn waistband as high as I could. Then I saw it – a pea-sized hole in the fabric appeared just below my grasping fists. I knew the mission was over, but continued pulling as hard as I could on Jonathan’s underwear. The hole increased in width and the bunched cotton in my hands stretched upwards as it released from the briefs, accompanied by the loud “striiiitch!” of tearing fabric. The hole was now the size of a dinner plate and expanding. Matt let go of Jonathan’s legs once he realized the game was over, allowing Jonathan to rise off the floor. The boy wriggled like a fish on a line and spasmed with high-pitched laughter as I held him suspended in air by the sling of his waistband. Like before, Jonathan shifted his weight and fell forward onto the bed. My grip on his tattered briefs held and they slid off his legs as he tumbled onto the ttress – the boy was now completely naked. Both boys were convulsing with laughter as they looked at me standing over them holding the reins of Jonathan’s underwear. I de an exaggerated bodybuilder pose and pulled the tattered reins of the white briefs apart. Matt stood up to retrieve the srt phone so we could re-experience the uproarious episode via video. I stood next to my nephew looking at the screen, then Jonathan got off the bed to watch. My breath caught in my throat and I felt like my heart stopped beating when I saw Jonathan standing next to Matt with a conspicuous erection extending from his groin. The bare naked boy wasn’t trying to cover it, hide it or minimize it. It stood out perky and proud and… large. Maybe it was because of the boy’s slim body and narrow waist, but, damn it, that thing looked huge on him. It appeared to be at full st and curved slightly upward, terminating in a flared head that looked rigid and full. A tiny patch of thin dark hairs crowned the glorious appendage, signalling that his baby-kers had geared into production and were pumping his body full of lusty hormones. Maybe that explained Jonathan’s appetite for wedgies. The boys giggled at the scene as it replayed. There was no mistaking the persistent bulge at the front of Jonathan’s underwear but the ssive erection was hidden from view once the underwear was off. “I think that’s better than an atomic wedgie,” Matt declared. “Yeah, that’s going up on my channel,” Jonathan agreed. “Thanks, Uncle Mark,” Matt said. It was his way of dismissing me. “Yeah, thanks Uncle Mark,” Jonathan repeated. I watched Jonathan pull on his sweatpants without underwear as I left the room. For the rest of the evening all I could think about was Jonathan’s hard-on. When the boys came out to eat the Costco pizza I’d heated up for them, I scoped out the front of Jonathan’s sweatpants. The shape of his large, soft cock was apparent through the blue fleece terial. I igined placing my hand on his package and feeling it get full and hard as I caressed it. Denise got home from her tch date a little after eleven. The boys were still king noise in Matt’s bedroom. I asked her about her evening and she shrugged. “Meh.” My evening had been much more successful. I walked back to my place with visions of 13-year-old-cock dancing in my head. ACT II I was folding laundry and watching Thursday Night Football when I heard knocking. It was so soft I wasn’t sure anyone was at the door but I got up and looked gaziantep escort through the peephole. A distorted fish-eye version of Jonathan stood on my front steps. His unkempt curly dark hair was unmistakable. My face flashed bright and hot at the surprise appearance. “Hi Jonathan,” I said as I opened the door with a flourish. My stoch fluttered with anticipation. “Where’s Matt?” “He’s at lacrosse.” “Well, come in,” I invited, extending my arm like a itre d’. Jonathan was wearing a red t-shirt with Mario and Luigi on it, roon basketball shorts and camo Crocs. I suppressed a laugh at the fashion disaster. The boy stepped in and started talking in quick, hushed tones. “I was wondering if you could help me with another wedgie video. I still wanna do the atomic wedgie. I got new underwear. Maybe they’re stronger and won’t rip.” “Sure,” I said, trying to sound reserved and nonchalant. But the voice inside my head was screaming “Yes! Yes! Yes!” The activity with the boys last Saturday night hadn’t left my mind. On Sunday I found Jonathan’s YouTube channel and poured over the videos. He was a prolific content generator but the kid was srt enough to know that the videos in which he wore briefs assed the most views. All his recent uploads had been tighty-whitey wedgie videos. On Monday afternoon he uploaded three clips from Saturday night, including the two videos I’d helped out on. I felt my cock swelling in my pants as I relived that evening. At the point in the second video when Jonathan’s erection became visible for a fleeting half second I paused. There it was. The big-boy cock on the slim young body. I dropped my pants and tugged out a quickie. After I jerked off I felt ashamed. I hadn’t thought about a kid sexually since I was a kid myself, fooling around with my buddies when we were at the cusp of puberty. But something about Jonathan captivated me. Maybe it was his almost-n-sized cock. I convinced myself that I was only interested in the six inches of flesh that extended perpendicularly from his groin. That was it. It was just another cock, and I liked cocks. “So, how are we going to do this?” I asked. “Matt’s not here to hold you down.” Jonathan cast his eyes upward, as if he was deep-thinking. “Maybe I could hold onto something with my feet…?” “Hmmm,” I mused. “It would have to be something heavy.” My mind went to the set of free weights I had in the garage. I carried a barbell with 75 pounds on each side through the kitchen door and into the bedroom. Jonathan followed me and we looked at the weights lying next to the bed, trying to figure out how to ke it work. “Can you hook your feet under the bar when I lift you up?” Even before it was out of my mouth I understood how uncomfortable that sounded. I thought about wrapping a towel around the bar to ke it less painful. But I didn’t think the boy had the ankle strength to hold on. “Maybe we can tie my feet to it…” Jonathan suggested. I was all for the idea. It was simple. And the thought of tying up the boy’s ankles held a certain erotic appeal. I did a mental inventory of the ropes and ties i had in the house and settled on a coil of soft nylon clothesline. “I’m going to get some rope. You figure out how to film it,” I told Jonathan. When I returned to the bedroom with the nylon rope I saw that Jonathan had set up his iPhone on a chair at the foot of the bed, pointed to capture the side view of our attempt at glory. “Ok,” I said, “Get in costume and I’ll tie your feet up.” The boy looked at me with a furrowed brow. “Strip to your underwear,” I explained. “Ohhhh.” A flash of realization swept across his face and he pulled off his t-shirt. His hair looked even more disheveled than it had before. Jonathan slipped off his Crocs without using his hands then pulled his roon basketball shorts down to his ankles. And there it was again. It pointed upward and pushed at the front of his brand new polar white Fruit of the Looms in an unambiguous bulge. I wondered how long the kid had been hard. Did he walk over to my house with a full on boner, anticipating the sexy feelings of the stretched cotton pulling at his crotch? I guided Jonathan to the bar and clutched his lower leg. I was never a boy scout, so my knowledge of knots was limited. I placed a sll towel between his lower shin and the crossbar and wrapped the entire thing around and around with the nylon line, then crossed it over to his other leg and repeated the process, tying the loose ends into a square knot. “I guess I’m going to have to start the video,” I said. “It’s already recording,” Jonathan responded. “Ok,” I said. “Here goes…” I got a good grip on the the back side of his brand new briefs and yanked upward. Jonathan screamed “my ass!” and erupted in girlish giggles. The new white cotton fabric stretched upward and upward, ever tighter as I used my biceps and flexors to reach my goal. The boy’s squeals increased in pitch and volume as the hem of his underwear rose. It ascended to his shoulder blades, then the nape of his neck, then the back of his head, then… A pea sized hole appeared in the fabric just below my grasping fists. “Skriiiiiitch!” The sound of ripping cotton signaled that the attempt was over. I pulled the waistband as high as I could and separated it from the briefs. “Awww…” Jonathan groaned. I let go of the torn waistband and the back of the boy’s shredded briefs sagged, exposing his slender bare ass. “Did you bring another pair of underwear?” I asked. Still bound at the ankles, Jonathan turned slightly and answered with a quiet whine, “No…” I stepped to the phone to turn off the recording. When I looked at Jonathan from the side I could see the the only thing holding his briefs up in front was the upward curve of his erection. I decided to enjoy the view for a bit. With his feet tied securely to the barbell, the boy was fixed in place. After a few seconds of me staring at him, Jonathan turned his upper body toward me. “What?” He spread his arms in a questioning gesture. “I think getting wedgies turns you on,” I said. I knew I’d just crossed a narrow, precarious rope bridge into dangerous territory. “Nooooo!” he wailed in a high pitched cry of denial. “You’ve had a boner since you got here. You had one on Saturday, too. I think wedgies ke you feel sexy.” Jonathan didn’t say anything. He knew he was busted. “It’s ok,” I said. “I have one too.” The boy’s eyes widened and he glanced at my crotch. “Lemme see,” he said in a quick whisper. I undid the drawstring of my shorts. The angel on my right shoulder screamed “This is a bad, bad idea!” But the devil on my left shoulder whispered, “This kid came over because he was horny. What kid visits a gay n so he can get his underwear played with?” My shorts ankara gerçek resimli escort and underwear dropped to the floor. “That’s big!” the boy said. I was a little over seven inches and thick – bigger than average but not a giant. “Yours will probably be bigger when you’re my age. You already have a good start.” He looked down at his own cotton-covered erection, as if he didn’t believe me. I tried not to laugh. Something about the boy being restrained at the ankles triggered a primitive urge in me. I wanted a better look at what he was packing. I sat on the bed in front of Jonathan. His groin was just below my eye level. Using my thumb and index finger I plucked the cotton briefs off his cock, trying not to touch his skin. I told myself I’d look, but wouldn’t cross the line and feel the boy. The tattered underwear fell to his bound feet revealing the erect penis I’d thought so much about the past few days. Straight and rigid, its buoyant upward curve led to a flaired cap with a moist smear at the tip. I noticed how big and full his hairless ball sack looked. Jonathan de a single quick hip thrust and his cock bounced. It must have been an invitation. I reached out and caressed the length of the boy’s erection. He pushed his hips forward and de an audible sigh. I touched the tip of his penis with index finger and felt the viscous fluid. My mouth filled with saliva, like a starving n looking at a roast pig. I told myself I’d take just a little lick – just a flick of the tongue at the end of his cock to taste the preteen precum. I leaned forward with my tongue extended, then pulled the boy’s cock deep into my mouth. Jonathan put his hands on the sides of my head and started pumping. A gasp escaped his lips. The boy’s hard-on drove into and out of my mouth for a few thrusts, then he stopped pumping and withdrew his entire cock. His blue eyes looked down at my face for a moment, then he guided my lips to his erection and inserted it, pulling my head towards his body as his cock slid down my throat. He moved slowly and deliberately, as if it were a science experiment – a probe to see how deep I’d take it. I was determined to take it all. I relaxed my throat and remembered that I’d been able to deep throat Roddy, the skinny 19 year old with the 8 inch cock that I’d dated in college. Soon my nose was pressed tight against Jonathan’s abdomen. The boy resumed his gentle face fucking motion. I knew that the kid got off on the sensation of having something busting his taint, so I pressed the area behind his balls. He let out a sll, high pitched squeal. I pressed harder and the squeal got louder. My fingers were so close to his rosebud. The entire endeavor would be aborted if he had a negative reaction but I went for it, pressing a finger hard against his tight asshole. In response Jonathan raised his ass, allowing wider access to the entrance to his insides. I teased his hole and felt it relax and knew I had to go for it all. I took my mouth off his cock. “I want to try something,” I said. “If you don’t like it, just tell me.” “Okay…” he puffed. I got up from my sitting position in front of Jonathan. His slim body with its wet, oversized erection and narrow hips was peculiarly seductive. My own cock was as hard as a steel spike. I told Jonathan to lean forward and rest his hands on the bed, then knelt behind him and buried my face in his ass, I resumed the pressure on his perineum and probed his hole with my tongue. “That tickles!” the boy screeched. I backed off. “Keep going!” he screeched again. I resumed. Jonathan began a slow humping motion as I used my tongue and fingers to pleasure the area between the sll of his back and the back of his balls. I could see his right elbow agitating and knew he was jerking his big boy dick while I ministered to his behind. “Just a sec…” I said as I retrieved a tube of lube. I smeared it on his ass crack, then used my index finger to enter his hole. It slipped in without objection. The boy started king the same high pitched squeals of laughter he’d de when I had been yanking on his tighty-whities. I stuck in a second finger and he bucked his backside and shrieked louder. But I could feel him using the weight of his lower body to press against my hand, forcing it deeper. I took it as an invitation. I stood up and beheld the boy from behind. His ankles were tied to the barbell in a narrow stance and he leaned forward, resting his weight on his hands. His white, slender ass pointed right at me. I pulled off the only thing I was still wearing, a tight black t-shirt, and lubed up my cock. It was obvious that the kid got pleasure through his ass, and I was going to oblige him. I pushed the head of my cock into his ass crack and pressed it against his hole. “What’s that!” he screamed in mock alarm. “Is that your penis!?” But instead of retreating, he pressed his bottom against my cock. I used my hand and neuvered the tip of my erection into his hole. I felt his tight sphincter expand as my penis entered his body. Using his hips as hand grips, I slowly pushed and then I was all the way in. The warm, tight tunnel hugged my hard cock and sent bursts of pleasure through its nerve endings into my brain. “How does that feel?” I asked, trying to sound serious. “I hate it!!” he screeched, but he was laughing as he said it. I pulled out. “No, don’t stop!” he yelled. I entered him again, and began a measured, deliberate thrusting, experiencing the tight ring of his asshole as it traversed the length of my cock. The boy resumed the same high pitched squeals that the wedgies had elicited, yelling “My ass! I gotta cock up my butt, my butt, my butt” in a sing-song screech. I reached around and fondled the hard cock that extended from his groin, then began a rhythmic stroking in time with my own thrusts. I could feel the blissful particles building up in my midsection and knew I was close. Jonathan stopped king sounds, then exhaled a big breath. I felt warm wetness on my stroking hand. Ten seconds later I was unloading in the boy’s ass. Wave after wave of pleasure spurted deep into his insides. I pulled out – I was spent. “Stay here. I’ll be right back,” I told the boy as I went to retrieve a warm washcloth. It was a useless thing to say to a kid who was tied up. I wiped the boy’s cock down and tidied up his ass before I untied him. Jonathan fell onto the bed, lying naked and exhausted. I lay down next to him, a naked 34 year old in bed with a twelve year old. It was unusual to see the hyper boy so tranquil. We lay in silence for a few minutes and then the boy spoke. “Uncle Mark?” I looked at him, amused that he’d called me uncle. The boy continued. “I’m not gay.” “That’s cool,” I said, trying to sound as casual as I could. The boy continued, “It’s just… I have… I have an overactive…” Jonathan looked like he was trying to find the right words. “I have an overactive butt.” “Well…” I joked. “If you ever feel like your butt needs stimulation, you know who to come to.” The boy looked at me with an earnest expression and nodded. “Thanks.” END

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