Part 3

Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2018 22:25:54 -0500 From: Taylor Foxx [email protected] Subject: Uncle Poppers Part 3

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Uncle Poppers Part 3

Now, I know what you're thinking. The next morning, you probably expect me to wake up with a stiff boner grinding into my nephew. And I'm not going to lie, I get morning wood like everyone.

But I refrained from doing that. The night before had been fun and wild, but I knew I'd crossed a line. I didn't feel guilty about it, but I certainly wasn't ready to repeat it. This was, after all, my brother's son. It had been hot and sexy in the moment, but I knew now I'd just have to remember the moment fondly when I jerked off, because it wasn't happening again.

I was happy to have the little guy in my sack with me, though. It was a cold morning, and I lay there snuggled up to his sleeping body for a while, before finally getting up and putting on some pajamas to start a fire.

If my nephew was worried or upset about the night before, he didn't show it as we ate breakfast together. In fact, he seemed downright chipper and excited for the day. I remembered I had promised him that today we'd try the big hike, and he was blabbering away about it all through breakfast.

The boy asked if we were going to hike to the showers not far from our campground. I thought about it for a moment, and I knew then I should have said yes. I mysefl was smelling pretty musky from two days in the woods, and the boy...

Well, it was even clearer now, in the morning light, that I hadn't done a great job of wiping him down. He had some mysterious white crusty stuff on one cheek, and a few strands of his hair were matted together with my old sperm.

"Nah, we're going hiking," I heard myself say. I guess my hardon wasn't completely gone, and the idea of the boy marching around with my cum was a real turn on.

The hike was a long one, and I was nervous the boy wouldn't be up for it all. The hike took us through the woods and up the side of a pretty small mountain. It was an easy hike for an adult, but my nephew's little legs made me think it might be too soon. Maybe next year.

But the boy was adamant, and I really wanted to go too. I hoped he would make it all the way to the other side of the mountain, because that's what I really wanted to see. There was a quiet lake there, absolutely beautiful, with no houses or anything on it given its placement out in the middle of nowhere. I'd love to show it to my nephew.

Right away, we were moving slower than I wanted. My nephew, as I've mentioned, is the curious type, and he wanted to stop and examine every strange bug or leaf or rock he came across.

I had to keep reminding him that we had to keep moving so we'd be back in time for sunset, though I didn't mention the lake. I wanted that to be a surprise.

Speaking of surprise, I was surprised to find my nephew's energy didn't run out. He seemed absolutely thrilled to be on the hike, and almost eager to get to the end of it. Though he would stop often to satisfy his curiosity, we made good time, and soon enough, we came to the lake.

Just as I'd hoped, the little boy was blown away. The trail comes out of the woods suddenly, and the lake is right before you. It was the middle of the afternoon, and the sun was high in the sky, making the entire lake sparkle.

"Woooow..." I heard him say, and I chuckled. He'd said the same thing about my cock a few times last night.

"Pretty, isn't it?" I said, ruffling his hair. He smiled up at me. The look of pure joy on the boy's face made any feelings of guilt I'd had evaporate. He was clearly over the moon hanging out with his uncle, even though I'd drowned him in jizz last night. Fuck, why was he making me so horny?

We walked around the lake a bit, until we got to a rock that sat at the very tip of one end of the lake. We sat there for a moment, looking out at the water and the surrounding mountains. I pulled open my backpack and pulled out some snacks for us--apples and peanutbutter, with some chocolate for desert.

We chatted quietly, and the boy kept talking about how much fun the hike had been and how lovely the sunset was.

"So when are we going swimming?" he said, smiling.

"Huh?" I said. It was a warm day, but it hadn't been when we set out. "Oh, we're not swimming today champ. We didn't bring our swim suits.

His face fell, and he quietly said, "Ok." I watched him sulk a bit, seeing him look longingly over at the water. Eventually he scooted over on the rock and lay down on his tummy, reaching down to splash the water.

"It's warm..." he said. I barely heard him though. I was too busy staring at my nephew's pert little ass propped up on the rock. Damn. I knew it was wrong, but the kid had a little booty.

I didn't snap up from my trance until the boy stood up and stripped off his shirt.

"I wanna swim!" he said, giggling.

"Now... come on, buddy. It's not... we didn't bring swimmers. You'll be wet all the way back."

"I don't care!" he said. The boy put his hands on his waist, ready to pull down his pants. He paused to see if I would stop him.

But I didn't. Instead, I just sighed, pulled off my own shirt, and stood up. "Go on," I said.

The boy dropped his pants, and I only had a small moment to get a glilmpse of his cute little cartoon-ish undies before he took a flying leap into the water.

"What the hell..." I said, watching him splash around. Then I dropped my own shorts and jumped in in just my underwear as well.

I was instantly glad I did. The water wasn't cold, like I'd expected. It felt amazing, being all sweaty from the hike. It was perfect, and I felt myself taking part in the childish joy my nephew was showing off.

Pretty soon we were having a splash battle, which turned into me picking him up and throwing him in the water as he climbed all over me. We played this for a long time, him swimming back into my arms for another toss.

On the seventh or eighth toss, though, something changed. I felt it as I watched my nephew doggie paddle back to me. We locked eyes, and I suddenly felt a rush of love for the boy. I loved him like he was my own son, and I was so happy with him.

He must have felt the change, too, because this time, when he swam over, he clung to me in a way he hadn't before. He wrapped his legs around my hips, his arms around my neck. And then he did something shocking.

The boy leaned in and kissed me. Just a quick, little kiss--shy, almost, and on the corner of my mouth.

I said nothing, just pulled back and stared at him. And then I did something even more shocking...

I leaned in and kissed him back. But I didn't kiss him like an uncle should kiss his nephew. I didn't kiss him like he had kissed me, that tiny little loving peck. I kissed him like a man kisses his wife when he's horny and wants her to know it. I kissed him like an eager teenage boy in the backseat of a car with a girl he had a crush on for years.

In other words, I covered his tiny little mouth with my stubbly lips and stuck my fat, adult tongue deep into his throat. As soon as I did that, I realized that I may have misread my nephew's intentions. I could feel his body tense, and I saw his eyes open wide. He let out a little "mmf!" as my tongue explored his mouth.

But then, I felt him relax, and sort of melt into me. He depeend the kiss, opening his mouth so I could explore him more. We made out like that for a good while, alone in the beautiful lake. It was really quite romantic, if you forgot our relationship and age difference.

Eventually, I pulled back from a kiss to see that the little boy in my arms was quivering not just from the makeout session, but also because the water was getting cold. His little lips were blue, so I reluctantly broke our kiss and peeled him off me.

"Wow..." he said, breathlessly, clearly overwhelmed by the experience of making out with his uncle. I felt the same, but just smiled at him adn told him it was time to head back to shore.

We pulled ourselves out of the water, and I realized I hadn't thought this through. We were now both in our soaked undies, with nowhere to change. I know I had done more than gotten naked in front of the boy last night, but this somehow felt different. Still, with no options, I decided to just pull it off like band-aid. I dropped my undies, letting them fall around my ankles with a wet plop on the rock beneath me.

As soon as they hit the rock, my nephew locked eyes on my soft cock. Then a grin fell across his face, and he said, "Yippee! It's time!"

I gave him a puzzled look, but he just turned away from me and began rummaging in the little backpack he brought with him. When he turned around, I was shocked--he had the little brown bottle in his hands.

"Where did you get that?" I said, shocked, trying to keep a straight face.

"From your bag," he said, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. "I thought we might want to... do the thing on our hike." He smiled at me.

"Do... do the thing?" I said, trying hard to keep my cock soft.

"The jerking off thing you showed me. I thought it was so cool--can we do it again?"

Fuck. What had I done? Last night was supposed to be an anomoly, another dark chapter in my poppers-fueled sex life that I never repeated. But had I awoken something in my nephew? The kid had a crazy fascination with poppers that I recognized. But usually a poppers obsession... well didn't it have to be in someone who knew what sex was? Wasn't it supposed to be for grown men who knew how to suck cock and fuck ass? It wasn't for little boys whose only exposure to the adult world of sex was a late-night jerk off, a facial, and a makeout session with their own uncle.

And yet, when the boy started tugging my hand and telling me to sit down on the rock, I found myself complying. Even though we were out in the open, that only made it hotter. There was no risk of anyone seeing us, but the thrill of there being no cover, of there being so much space around us for this intimate act, was killing me. And soon enough, my boner was hard.

"I knew you wanted to!" my nephew said as he settled himself into his place on my outstretched thighs.

I was sitting up on my elbows a bit, folding myself in half so that my hardening cock was rising up between the two of us. The little boy was smiling and shaking the poppers bottle.

He started to uncap it, and moved it to his own nose. "Uncle, can I?" he said.

I wanted, so badly in that moment to say yes, but I just couldn't. I had no idea what effect they would have on his little brain, and I didn't want to risk any more than I had.

"No, not today, buddy. It's not for you. But you can give uncle a sniff."

The boy looked crestfallen again, making the same face he had when I told him he couldn't get into the lake. But he seemed to be happy to feed me a big long hit nonetheless.

He held it up to me, and I took a big sniff... 1... 2... 3... 4.... twice in each nostril. Oh fuck.

Without missing a beat, my nephew leaned in and kissed me again. This time it wasn't me who was taking over his mouth--it was his pink little tongue exploring my gooning maw. I could only sit there and let the poppers rush over me as my young nephew poked his tiny kitten tongue all over my teeth, gums, and cheeks. He was holding me tight around the neck.

Of course, between the poppers and my ravenous little makeout buddy, my cock was fully hard in no time. It rose up between us, and my nephew scooted forward a bit, so that it was pressing on his belly. Fuck. How was he doing this?

"Uncle..." he said. "I want to pray."

He gave me one last peck, then stood up, handing me the poppers as he relocated himself down on the rock, between my legs.

I of course couldn't resist, and took the poppers from him and gave myself a series of short sniffs. Eight in all.

I really lost it. I stared down between my legs at my enormous, raging hard cock, and all I could see what that little boy. The lake, the trees, the forest all disappeared as I focused on those two figures in front of me. My hair dong, my hairless nephew.

Once I was coming back into it, my nephew reached out and put his hands around the base of my cock. I took one long hit as I listened to him.

"Please, Uncle God Cock. Please, do your special thing again. I want to see it one more time. Please, be good to me and let me see it again?"

"Oh fuck..." i grunted. This was too fucking hot.

"And please, let my Uncle understand that I can try the poppers. He's silly and thinks I can't handle it, but I'm a big boy!"

Then he turned his eyes from my throbbing cock up to my face. "Pretty please?" he said.

"Oh fuck it."

I grabbed the poppers and pulled it up to my nose and gave myself a big sniff. Then, with a shaking hand, I lowered it slowly to where my nephew sat, praying to my cock. I used my other hand to pinch his nose.

"Ok, baby," I said. "I'll give you what you want. Sniff."

And he did. My nephew sniffed, and it wasn't the kind of sniff you would recommend for a first-timer. Especially one his age. But I didn't stop him from taking a big, long, hit in one nostril. And after that, another big, long hit in his other nostril. If he was going to do this, I wanted him good and fucked up so he could know the power of being a poppers pig.

Finally, I watched my nephew's eyes gloss over, then roll back a bit. He was gone, I knew it. Who knew how his little mind was handling this insane sensation. I knew it was my chance, now, though to show him what poppers did.

As you know, poppers pig, poppers make it easy for you to handle sexual things that you might not be able to handle otherwise. For some guys, this means being able to take a super rough pounding. Others, it means being able to suck cock for long periods of time. But my nephew wasn't there yet. So I had to think quickly. What was something sexual that would be too much for him if he hadn't just sniffed poppers?

It came to me instantly. Without any warning, I pulled back my hard cock and SLAMMED it into my nephew's bewildered face. The boy was so out of it that he barely noticed as I cock slapped him, three, four, five times.

Each time was more abusive, and each time he let out a sharp little cry-moan. But as he came back to earth from his hit, I knew to slow it down. So I stopped, letting my cock rest gently against his now-red cheek. I marveled at how my cock was several inches longer than his entire head.

"You ok, buddy?" I said, smiling down at him as his eyes finally came to focus on me.

"Wow... that was... weird..." he said, breathless.

"No..." he said, and I smiled even bigger. Amazing. His first hit hadn't scared him off like I thought it would.

"Can... can I do the jerk off thing now?"

I raised my eyebrows. I hadn't expect that. I didn't know if it was possible for a boy his age to jerk off. Though, I suppose I started tugging on my meat when I was pretty little. Still, I'd been older than him. But if he wanted to try jerking off, sure, I'd let him.

"Sure, kid. Want a hit first?" I said, shaking the poppers bottle.

"Isn't that how you do it?" he said, scrunching up his face. "Can you do the jerk off thing without poppers?"

I thought for a moment, then blurted out, "No. You can't. You have to do them together." I knew it was wrong to lie to my nephew, but I couldn't help myself. The thought of changing his perception, forever, about what it meant to masturbate was too hot for me to resist. At that point, nothing mattered more than making sure my sweet little nephew became a popper pig for life.

"Ok," he said quietly. "Then I will take a hit please."

Still so polite, even when begging for a hit of extra strong poppers. It would be impossible to resist him, so I leaned forward and gave him another long hit, counting slowly to five for each nostril.

I sat back on my hands and waited to watch my nephew start to jerk off his little pee pee, but then he surprised me again. The little guy didn't even reach for his own little weiner. Instead, he wrapped both hands around my throbbing hairy schlong and began give his very first hand job. To his dear old uncle, of all people!

"Oh fuck," I said, tilting my head back. I pulled up the bottle of poppers and decided to take a few short hits as I gave my nephew some advice on how I liked my knob polished. We alternated hits back and forth as I trained him.

Hit for me.

That's it. Twist your hands like you're opening up a jar. There ya go.

Hit for him.

Now focus on the head of it. I mean the top part, the knob. That's it. Rub your thumbs up and down.

"It's so sticky! He giggled."

"It is. Keep going."

Hit for me.

"Oh god cock! You're so amazing!" he whimpered as he stroked me.

"Grab my nuts boy. Gently. Tickle them while you keep that hand moving. Don't ever stop the hand."

Hit for him.

At that point, we lost our verbal communication. As he continued to give me a killer handie, we just grunted in lust, occasionally saying words like "Big bouncing balls" or "God cock." We were truly gooning out.

Soon enough, though, I felt my cum boiling.

"I need to cum" I told him.

"The white shooty thing?" he said, staring at me as he stroked me with both hands, up and down.

"Yeah," I panted, trying desperately to hold it off. "Where do you want it?" I asked the question before I realized how ridiculous it was to ask my nephew. That was the kind of question I would ask the whores I picked up on Grindr. Not for my nephew who had only seen one cock shoot one load his entire life.

I could tell the question threw him, so I helped him out. I held the poppers forward and had him take a HUGE hit.

"How about I cum on your face? Give you a facial, huh boy?" I said, watching his eyes flutter as the poppers infected his little brain. "You want my nut all over you face, kiddo?"

The boy was too gooned out to respond properly, but he didn't loosen his grip on my cock. In fact, I could have sworn he began to stroke faster. So I did what any man would do.

I took one final, big hit and started tossing my sperm right into my nephew's face.

My groan echoed around the lake as my cock spurted rope after rope of sperm all over his pretty little face.

"Yaaay!" my nephew squealed as the first shot hit his little nose. I took that as my cue to shoot the next rope across his open mouth. That shut him up, but he didn't stop stroking as my cock continued to geyser out think white ball juice all over his forehead, cheeks, nose, lips, hair, and one final spurt directly up his left nostril. That would sting, but he was too high to notice.

"Wow..." I said, panting, smiling down at him. "You all right down there?"

"Uh-huh!" my nephew said, still giggling. I guess he found the act of taking cock snot up his nose to be funny.

"Well, we better get you cleaned up," I said, pulling myself up to my knees.

My nephew stood up too, and pretty soon I was chasing the cummy little boy around, pretending I was a monster. It was a game we had played many times before, but never naked, and never with him still dripping with my sperm.

Finally I caught him and carried him over ot the edge of the rock, then jumped in with the cummy little kid in my arms. The cold water rushed over us, but when we surfaced, we were both laughing.

I began to wash the boy up, using my hands to cum water over him as he clung to me. Finally, when he was mostly cleaned up, my leaned in once more for a long, heavy kiss. I don't know how long we stayed there, locked in each others arms, making out, but it was long enough for us both to start shivering.

"All right, time to head back?" I said.

"Yeah," he said, smiling. "Uncle?"

"Yes?"

"This was the best hike ever!"

Thanks for reading! Please let me know if you enjoyed this or want to see anything in particular happen to our two love birds. I'm working on a number of new ideas, and need some smart chatty guys to discuss my ideas with.

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