Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2018 07:34:18 +1000 From: Taylor Foxx [email protected] Subject: Uncle Poppers | Gay Incest | Part 5
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Uncle Poppers | Part 5
By the we got back to the tent, we were both drenched. I started to unzip the tent and pull my nephew in out of the rain, but then I realized how bad of an idea it was for us both to get into the only dry place sopping wet.
"Quick, buddy, we gotta get outta these wet clothes," I said, and I quickly pulled off my own shirt. My nephew followed suit, until I pulled off my jeans.
I was already straining to get out of them. I wasn't as hard as I had been a few moments ago, with my nephew nuzzling at my hairy nuts, but I was still plenty engorged.
Unfortunately, being faced with the sudden appearance of his "god," my nephew seemed to go a bit braindead. He was still shivering in the rain, but he wasn't hugging his arms into himself anymore. He barely seemed concious of the water as he stared, hawkeyed, at my swinging meat.
"Oh for goodness sake," I muttered, reaching down to give the boy a little shake. He seemed to snap out of his cock-trance for a moment, at least long enough for me to start moving him and helping him get undressed. By the time I had him naked and scooped him up into my arms, he was giggling coyishly at the whole scenario, and I was laughing too.
Finally we were in the tent, and while it was still chilly, it was so much better. I quickly sat my nephew down and grabbed his MIckey Mouse towel to toss it to him. Then I grabbed my own towel and started to dry off, both of us out-right laughing now.
As I ran the towel through my hair, I turned around to zip the tent closed. I did it slowly, pulling from the bottom up, watching the ground disappear from view, then the wet pine trees, and finally the gray, drenched sky. As it closed, the sound of the rain muffled until it was just a humming patter on the outside canvas of our tent.
I turned around to face my nephew, and our laughter died down. Somehow, zipping up the tent had completely changed the mood of our afternoon. An hour ago, we'd playfully and gleefully laid out in the sun at the open lake, letting the whole world stare down as my nephew praised and worshipped my cock. We'd been so proud, so open, so public about our new relationship.
But now, we were here, sealed inside a bubble together. The whole world was gone, and the only thing that existed, in the whole world, was my nephew, myself, and the air we shared.
It was a thrilling realization, as evidenced by my growing hard on, but also darker, and different. There was still an electricity running between us, but now that we were facing isolation together, with no end in sight, the kinky, horniness of what we were doing hung heavy in the air.
Still, there was still a shred of "Uncle" in me, because I could see the kid, though he looked absolutely adorable naked, was shivering cold.
"Let's get you warmed up," I said, coming over to him with a smile. I fished around in our suitcase until I found the pajamas I'd brought him. Cute little pink pig faces printed on the gray top and bottom. Adorable, and thankfully he stopped shivering.
To help the kid focus for a bit, I thought it would be best to put my cock away. I quickly stuffed myself into a pair of boxer shorts, watching the disappointment on my nephew's face as my genitals disappeared from view.
"It's ok," I said. "We can do more later. Let's play a game first," I said. I reached into our bag again and pulled out Uno--I knew it was his favorite game.
We opened up some of our food - a beer for me and a juice box for him, along with some veggies, fruit, and chips I brought him to much on. We relaxed for a long time, playing Uno, and just chatting and teasing. It was probably the exact kind of activity his father expected us to play. Though the conversation was probably not something he would have been happy to hear. Especially because he would have heard his son pipe up, out of nowhere...
"I love my new god. Draw two," he said, putting down a card. He said it so casually, but I could see a little smirk on his lips. He knew what he was doing. I was going to indulge.
"You do, do you? Blue," I said, putting down my own card.
"Oh yeah... Hmmm, blue! Hard one, Uncle Tommy. I just like it a lot because it's just... there's a lot more to do in this religion, I guess."
We continued playing cards as we chatted.
"You had lots of stuff to do at church, didn't you?" I said, teasing it out of the boy.
"Oh yeah, but it was so boring! Stand up. Sit down. Sing this. Be quiet. Listen to the boring man talk. Blah, blah, blah!" He screwed up his face in disgust. "I guess... I never really liked it, because it wasn't fun!"
"And now?" I said, slowly.
"Now I got lotsa stuff to do. Like rub you and squeeze you and sniff your balls and all that stuff."
I laughed at this, throwing my head back. One of my hairy nuts may have popped out the leg of my boxers... somewhat intentionally. I could see the boy's eyes focs like lasers on it, but I ignored him, continuing to play my card.
"And what else do you like?" I prompted him.
"Oh... the cum! Duh! I love that. So sticky and ooey and gooey! And so much of it! I feel like it would never run out when you quirt it at me. It's so cool. My Dad never does stuff like that!"
I snorted at this. His dad most certainly did jerk off, though he'd never admit it. Growing up with him, I knew his dad had to jerk it off almost as often as I did. In fact, my brother's balls cum was the very reason this little imp was sitting here playing uno with me.
I let my other nut fall out the leg of my shorts, and I was sure that my bulge was showing.
"Are there... are there other things?" my nephew asked.
I let that question hang in the air. Of course, there were other things. I was a human man. I knew there were other things I wanted to do with my nephew that involved my cock, his orifices, and plenty of my jizz. But I knew it wasn't time, not yet. He didn't even know... well, what did he know?
The boy was curious, and wanted to learn. I had to be a good uncle and teach him...
"Yes, there are," I said. "Other things."
"Like what?" he said quickly.
"Well..." Where to start? Would a blow job scare him off? Perhaps. Perhaps something more normal, like what he already had been doing.
"Well, there's edging."
"Edging?"
"Yeah. It's like... well, let me ask you. When you have jerked me off the last couple times, have you been able to tell when I'm going to cum, even though I didn't tell you?"
I watched my nephew's face grow serious as he pondered the question.
"Yes, I think so. I think... like it gets kinda extra hard in my hands. The tube on the bottom part of your dick gets kinda soft though, and then your thing starts to jerk and then.... WAHOO!" My nephew made an expression like he was watching fireworks go off. What a little ham.
"Right. Well, edging is when you... stop that from happening?"
"Stop?!? Why would I want to stop you from cumming?"
I laughed nervously. Why was I telling him this?
"Well, you don't stop me from cumming. I still cum, at some point. But you... make it last longer. Kinda like, some men like to see how long they can go without doing it. It's like a game." Now I pushed my cock down, so the head was visible. I was down to one card, but I didn't call Uno. I wanted to move on to a new game, even though... I coudln't believe I was even considering teaching my nephew how to edge me.
My nephew dropped his cards, staring at my exposed cock head. He continued to hold the conversation, but almost like hew as holding it with my dick instead of me.
"So... how do you win?"
"Win," I said, leaning back further. "Well, I guess it's kind of like... well, let's see. What I'll do, is I'll try to cum as quickly as I can. I'm going to try to cum right away. And you're job is to stop me. But the rule is, you aren't allowed to stop touching my penis. If you stop touching me for more than one second, then you lose and I get to cum however I want. Deal?"
He didn't need to sale deal. In seconds, my nephew wa son top of me, clawing at my boxers until he had them off.
"Start!" he cried, wrapping both his hands around my cock as I settled into a more comfortable reclined position on our sleeping bag.
"This is gonna be fun!" my son exclaimed, taking my mostly-soft cock in both his hands and sort of weighing it. "You're already getting hard!"
I laughed at this. The kid had no idea that he was exactly the reason I was already getting heard. But he sure was happy to see it expand rapidly in his tiny hands.
He started to casually stroke me, more rubbing my dick than actively trying to et me off.
"So," he said, "how do I edge you?"
"Well, first we need these," I said, and I reached over to grab the bottle of poppers we'd been huffing together as he nuzzled my balls.
"Oh yeah!" he said, comically smacking himself on the forehead. He greedily snatched the poppers out of my hands and took a big hit in both nostrils, hen handed them back to me. He was getting precocious with those things.
The boy calmed down a bit, the poppers reducing his excitement to more of a hypnosis as he stroked me cock into full hardness. I took a couple small hits myself, which made it a lot easier to teach the little guy between my legs how to edge my man cock.
Looking back, this was my first big mistake. It was so stupid of me to explain to the boy all of the techniques that I knew would drive me crazy. Showing him how to rub his little thumbs on the glans of my cock head. Teaching him to grab the base hard as he tickled the shaft, coaxing out cum, and then teaching him to let go, back off, and retreat to nuzzling my balls as gently as he could. What was I thinking, giving all those secrets away?
I guess I can blame my stupidity on the poppers and the blood rushing to my cock. I was horny, and thinking that it would be so fun to spend an hour or so having my nephew edge me to a slow, intense orgasm.
But I neglected to remember two things:
My nephew had a real competitive streak, despite his father's best wishes to raise him being generous and kind
At the moment, my nephew was obsessed with my dick. He never voluntarily stopped a game with my cock - it was always me who came and ended his fun.
So one hour turned into 90 minutes. And then 90 minutes turned into a couple hours. At that point, I'd had enough, and so had my nephew. We'd gone so many long hits of poppers that we were both gooning out. My nephew was absolutely covered at the moment in my precum.
"There's so much of it!" he kept exclaiming ever few minutes. He seemed both delighted and disgusted by it, playing with it between his fingers, letting it fly onto his face and in his hair. All of his hands and most of his wrists, as well as a few inches of the long sleeves of his comfy PJ's, were sticky and soaked in my pre-fuck juice. It was obscene, and it was time to wrap things up. I needed to cum more than I ever had before.
I reached down and grabbed one of my nephew's wrists gently. (The other hand stayed firmly grabbing the base of my cock).
"Enough," I said. "I think it's time to let me cum."
My nephew looked at me, and for a moment, I'm sure he was ready to agree. But then, a look came over his face--one I hadn't seen before. Impish, devious. And he wriggled his hand away from me to keep stroking me with both of his tiny fists.
"I'm not done yet," he said.
I admonished him, using his full name. But he just kept stroking. He looked up at me, my cock up against his face, and said, "Come on, you can't cheat. You said that you would only win by cumming by my hand, not yours."
My hand. Jesus, the boy was using bilblical words on his own now. I'd really fucked up his mind with this whole God-cock thing.
But I couldn't argue with him. I had said that, and the rain was still falling. What was a few more minutes?
This happened twice more. I'd get crazy and freaked out by how much precum I was shooting on the kid, and how badly I needed to cum. I'd tell him to stop. He'd rebel, disobey, refuse, and whine until I agreed to more. But finally, after the third time I tried to stop him, he was clearly a little annoyed with me.
"No! You have to let me finish the game." He paused, then looked at me with that same evil look in his eye. "I think we should play tie-up."
I swallowed. Tie-up. I hadn't thought of that game in a long time. Back when I'd visited last time, I played a few games with my nephew where I'd let him tie me up with rope. He was acutally pretty good at it, but he loved watching me struggle and use my muscles to break free. Back then, it had been a totally innocent game.
But now... well, I knew what he wanted. He wanted my hands out of the picture. He wanted unlimited, uninhibited access to my extremely-edged cock. He wanted to control my dick, and my upcoming orgasm.
And damn it, I wanted him to. I wanted to cum so badly, more than anything else. Almost anything else. The only thing I wanted more than to cum was to see how far this would go, how messy I could make him with my precum, and how long until either he'd give up and make me jizz, or I came without being able to stop it.
So I took two quick hits of poppers and said, "Ok. Use my belt."
And that's how I ended up with my hands belted behind my back, naked and rock hard, being edged by my nephew for hours during our camping trip. I completely lost track of time as it went on and on--all I know is that night eventually fell, and my nephew had to turn on the small lantern so he could see what he was doing with my dick.
Thinking back on it, I can only remember the longest edge session of my life in segments, with no memory of what ordered they came in.
There were some moments when the boy would get up and hand me poppers, and we'd both be huffing for what felt like minutes before he got back down between my thighs.
There were moments when we had almost normal conversation, about school, what he likes to do when he's playing, even some of his friends. These usually happened when he was worried I was getting too close and wanted to distract me.
There were long, horrible (minutes? hours?) where I was moaning, begging, almost in tears, crying out, "Please, for the love of God, MAKE YOUR UNCLE CUM!" "OH GOD! You have to let me cum! Untie me now! I mean it!" "If you don't let me cum, no supper for you tonight! No dessert either! PLEASE!" I'd thrust my hips up into his hands, watching him trying to keep me still by clinging to my throbbing, red, veiny cock.
My little nephew was so calm and collected when I had these tantrums, almost like he was the adult in the tent. He would either completely ignore my cries and threats, or he'd quietly hush me, "Shhh, shhh, shhh." One time, he even said, "It will be ok," as he tickled my bouncing balls.
Eventually, though, all hellish things must come to an end. My nephew made a fatal mistake hours into the game, when he decided to try something new on me. I was a blabbering mess at this point, so high on copious amounts of poppers and so utterly horned up and edged that I couldn't speak.
Which is why I didn't protest as the boy leaned forward and ever so gently kissed the base of my cock.
I wanted to shout out no. Despite what we were doing, I still wasn't prepared for the look of my nephew dragging his already-precum-covered face up my cock, slowly kissing the shaft.
It was so obscene. Somehow, the glistening sheen on his face, hands, and arms from my precum made him look almost younger--prehaps it was the way my cock nectar slicked back his hair.
Between that and his little hands still gripping my cock, I was almost repulsed by how obscene my dick looked next to him. He kissed it gently, like he kisses his teddy bear good night, but the cock in his hands was anything but gentle-looking. My dick was an angry reddish-purple, and the veins looked like they were ready to bust open. Still, he moved up it so gently, getting me closer and closer...
Until, finally, he reached the head of my cock. Pulling his head back and giving himself one last long hit of poppers, he placed his little lips right on my piss slit and gave me a kiss.
And I gave him something back. Something big. Something wet. Something that showed up without warning.
Now, there are cumshots that impress you when you have them. You stand back and look at your mirror or keyboard or torso and thing, "Damn, that's way bigger than normal."
And then there are loads that take you to another planet. Orgasms so intense that things go black, and you completely lose yourself as you drain EVERYTHING your balls has in them (and then some).
That was the kind of cumshot I had as my nephew tried to gently kiss my slit.
"OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" I cried out. "HERE COMES YOUR GOD!"
My nephew didn't have time to move. It was too sudden, too intense. He froze there, his face now just about a quarter inch above my dick as it sprayed the biggest load in recent memory.
The little guy's face acted like a splatter shield. The ropes of cum I was shooting were so massive and fast-moving that they ricocheted off his lips and nose and sprayed outward, coating the walls of the tent, my nephew's pajama top, and my own naked body.
Meanwhile, I was thrusting my hips and kicking my legs, my head lolled back as my nephew pulled out that insane nut. By the time I came back to myself, I looked down, and I could see more cum than nephew. The kid wasn't just soaked, he was SATURATED in my sperm. He looked like the cover poster for a bukkake film, even though it was just his deer uncle's seed.
But as he looked (or tried to - both eyes were plastered mostly shut by my sperm) at me, I noticed that it wasn't just his face and hair and body I'd covered in cum.
The boy pulled his lips apart, and I could see just how much of my jizz had made it past his puckered kissy lips and into his mouth. It was still there, on his tongue, his lips, his teeth.
"Oh my goodness," he said, wiping his eyes, and seemingly ignoring the fact that he was drinking my nut butter. "Does this mean I lose?"
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