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Silas Botwin was lying in his bed staring up at the ceiling. His seventeen-year-old cock was throbbing, standing straight up pointing at the ceiling. He had a sheet over his lower half, and he was ignoring the throbbing. He had jacked off three times that day already and about twenty times that week already. He was annoyed.
Andy Botwin was spraying his cologne on. He had just gotten dressed and was planning on going out for a bite to eat. He headed up the stairs to see if his nephew Silas wanted to join him. He opened the door, asking out "Do you wanna go eat with me?" as we walked to the teen on the bed. Andy observed Silas' not so little problem. Silas said no. "Ok, hey there buddy. I guess I need to have this talk with you too. So, umm. You see sometimes, ok often, your cock will get hard and when it does its" He was explaining before Silas rolled his eyes and cut him off by saying "I know."
Andy decided to sit down next to his nephew. Something seemed off with him. Something always seemed off with him, but today he really seemed to be down. "What's up?" he asked. "Andy, I am laying here with a fucking boner. I have no clothing on and you are sitting next to me. Awkward" Silas explained as he took a deep breath.
Andy nodded and leaned over to kiss Silas on the forehead before leaving. He turned before he closed the door "I hope you know, if you ever need anyone for anything I am here. Always. I love you," Andy said in a rare moment of honesty before leaving. "Lock it, please," Silas asked.
As he lay there, Silas moved his hand down his body to his cock as he gave into what he was trying to fight. He wrapped his right hand around his seven inches and started to massage it. After a few minutes he started to pinch his nipple with his left hand before moving it down to pull on his balls.
Andy went back to his room and did some internet searching. He typed in "Moody angry depressed teenage boy reasons" and started to click on Google links about the topic. He immediately dismissed the drugs and the gay arguing. Silas only smoked weed now, and he was straight.
Silas was really pulling on his meat now. His other hand has slipped to his spot between his balls and his hole. He then pushed a finger into his hole and winced out. His mind was flooded with images of his uncle Andy. "Fucking Andy, always walking around naked" Silas thought. However, he knew better. He was in love with his uncle and he knew it. In his mind, Andy was fucking him. In reality, Silas was pushing a third finger into his ass as he came. He let out a loud grunt.
Andy had heard the grunt and then heard Silas walking to the bathroom. He posted himself outside the door. When Silas came out, in just his boxers, Andy smiled before asking "Lunch now?" Silas smiled and nodded his head. "Gimme a minute" He said. "I gave you twenty already" Andy replied before smacking Silas' ass as he walked into his room, making Silas' cock hard again.