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Date: Sat, 19 May 2018 14:54:28 +1000
From: Taylor Foxx <taylor.foxx.author@gmail.com>
Subject: Uncle Poppers Chapter 2 | Gay Incest

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Uncle Poppers | Part 2

My heart was pounding as I stood up and reached down to take my nephew's
hand. I couldn't believe where this was going. No matter how it may seem, I
swear I did not set out on this camping trip with the intention of
introducing my brother's son to poppers (or anything else.)

But I wasn't having second thoughts, either, even as I unzipped our tent
and let him inside. In fact, I had to fight to keep my cock from growing
fully erect as I thought about the metaphor of what I was doing. Unzipping
something to take this little boy inside a new world. His life was about to
change, and it was all because of me.

I loved this little guy like my own son. I never had kids, always wanting
to be a bachelor. But I was thrilled when my brother had his boy. I always
wanted to be the fun, crazy uncle. I just never thought I'd be this fun or
this crazy this early on.

I also knew that though most people would think what I was doing was wrong,
it wasn't. Boys like my nephew are curious, and like learning new
things. They like to be made to feel part of the adult world. And more
often than not, they're ready for sexy stuff early on. I know. I was one of
those boys. I had my first huff of poppers during my first sexual
encounter, when I was just a little older than my nephew was. And I never
looked back. I was quickly adopted into "the brotherhood" of guys who love
to jerk off and huff poppers all day every day, and I'm so happy I entered
that world when I did.

The idea of bringing my nephew into that world and an even younger
age... well... it was irresistable.

At the time, I was wearing just an old ratty white t-shirt and a pair of
denim shorts, plus my boots since I'd been hiking around gathering
firewood. I knew I'd have to start by getting some of that off (though I
was certain I wanted my boots to stay on.)

Once I zipped up the tent again, we were in just the half-light of the fire
flickering outside and the moon shining through the screen windows. We were
far from any other camping site, and the only sounds were our breathing and
the crickets outside.

"Now," I said. "I'm going to show you a few things, but you need to be
good. You need to watch really carefully, and listen to everything I
say. If I tell you to do something, you need to be a good boy and help me
do it. You can ask questions, but you also need to be patient and
listen. Ok? "

"Yeah! Of course, Uncle Tommy!" he squeaked. And I knew he meant it. My
brother had done a great job raising his son. The boy was so good and
well-behaved, it was almost boring. Though I was about to make the tyke's
life a lot less boring.

I pulled over the small camping chair we kept in the tent and unfolded
it. It was low to the ground--perfect, really, for how I wanted to position
myself. I instructed my newphew to sit just in front of the chair, on his
knees with his butt resting on his heels so he could be comfortable, but at
the right height.

"Ok," I said, still standing in front of the chair. "Now, to show you what
you want to see, Uncle needs to change."

"Like when we went swimming?" my nephew piped up. He clearly remembered
when we changed bathing suits. I saw him trying to catch a glimpse of me
naked, even though I told him to face away. Well, now he'd get his wish.

"Sort of. You'll see. Not too many questions now. Just watch."

I peeled off my shirt, standing for a moment in front of the boy. I knew he
liked the way I looked. I was much slimmer than his dad, and though his
papa wasn't a bad looking man (of course he wasn't--he looked like me!) he
had let himself go a bit more. So I knew my nephew was enjoying looking at
my lean, hairy frame. But I had a lot more to show him.

Next I sat down in the chair and spread my knees wide. My nephew started to
skootch back a big, but I shook my head and he moved forward again. God,
already so obedient.

Once I was sure I had his attention, I slowly began to lower the zipper of
my shorts. I kept them buttoned, so that the fly became an open hole for my
nephew to focus on.

I could hear every click of the zipper until finally it was all the way
down. I paused for a moment, then did one of my `party tricks." I sent a
little jolt down to my cock, not enough to make me fully hard, but enough
to push my fat cock head and the long snake behind it out into full view.

"Jeepers creepers," I heard my nephew mutter, and I had to laugh. My guess
was the boy had never even seen an adult cock before, let alone one like
mine. I'll admit, I'm a bit of a shower (though to be honest, I'm also a
grower.) So even though my cock was mostly soft, I knew the site of it, so
full and hairy, was a surprise to the boy. Not to mention, I knew my
brother had him circumsized. So on top of the shock that he must have
seeing the length, girth, veins, and hair of an adult cock, I knew my
droopy foreskin also had to be somewhat of an alarm.

I let him stare for a while, until he seemed to be relaxing a bit. Finally,
he said what was obviously on his mind, "It's so big..."

I laughed at him and smiled. "Yes, it is. And when you grow up, yours will
get big and hairy like this."

His eyes widened at that. "And will it... will it grow the trunk too?"

This one made me actually burst out laughing. I looked down and saw how his
brain had made the connection. The hanging foreskin of my big cock really
did look like an elephant trunk.

"Ha, no. Only some men have that part. You don't, but that's ok. Here, let
me show you..." I watched the boy's expression as I slowly peeled back my
thick foreskin, revealing my enormous purple helmet.

"See? This part looks like yours," I said, as he continued to stare. His
eyes were practically bugging out of his head at this point.

"Yeah, but much bigger!" he said, still staring. I don't blame him. My cock
head is really big, and it's one of the most sensitive parts of my
extremely sensitive cock.

"Does it hurt?" he said quietly, finally looking up to meet my eyes. "When
you pull that skin back?"

"Nah, just the oppsosite, buddy. It feels really good!" I pulled my
foreskin back and forth over my cock to take some of the fear away from
him.

He continued to watch quietly as I played with my foreskin in his
face. Then, eventually, he said, "But... what about the bottle?"

Ah, so the boy had a one-track mind. Maybe he gets that from me--I can
never jerk off long before I start thinking about the bottle.

"Ok, buddy. I'll teach you about that bottle now. Can you go get it for me?
It's in my pack."

My nephew obediently turned around and started rummaging through my
sack. Just staring at him, bent over, was enough to make my cock start
hardening. But when I saw him turn around, a bottle of poppers in his
hands, I couldn't stop myself - I started to bone up in a big way.

My nephew was so startled that he dropped the bottle of poppers - which was
fortunately still closed.

"Wh-what's happening?" he said, staring at my cock as it began to rise,
seemingly on its own, until it was hanging out straight. Half hard, it hung
forward like a handle, curving down slightly as the foreskin retracted
halfway down my head.

"It's ok, buddy. Don't worry... this is what I wanted to show you. Bring me
the bottle."

Still staring at my hanging, thick cock, the boy picked up the bottle and
held it forward. I grabbed it and realized--shit--he found the new
bottle. I'd been saving this for later in the week, but... maybe if I was
going to introduce him to poppers, I should introduce him with a fresh
bottle? Was it too strong for him? Probably... but then again, even a weak
bottle would be too strong, right? So what's the difference?

I began to shake the bottle with one hand, and then I began to stroke
myself, moving my hand up and down my shaft, pulling the skin back with
every pull. My nephew was completely mezemorized, but as I spoke, he would
nod occasionally. I knew he was listening.

"See, buddy, most grown up men like to play with their cocks like this. It
feels really, really good. You'll find out one day. It's kind of like a
special game only Daddies and Uncles know about," I said. My cock was now
almost fully hard, pointing up. It curved slightly to the left--something I
emphasized with my strokes. My nephew had crept closer, and I could have
easily smacked him with my hard on if I wanted. But instead, I kept
educating the boy.

"Most men play with theirs at least once a day. Some men more, some men
less. And then there are some men--some very special men--who do it A LOT
more than other men. I'm one of those men, and maybe you'll be one too."

His eyes were laser-focused on my enormous cock, which now stretched at
full mast. It was time.

"And those special men," I said, "Love these little bottles. But only
special men get to try them."

"How... how do you.." he mumbled. Apparently my cock was making him a
little confused.

"Look up," I said.

The boy continued to stare at my cock, so I stopped stroking for a moment.

"Look. Up." I said, this time in a more commanding voice. That got his
attention, and he dragged his big blue eyes up to me. "This is how we use
the bottle."

Then I slowly uncapped the bottle, brought it to my nose, pinched my other
nostril shut, and took an enormous hit.

Even though I'm a total poppers addict, I'm not immune to them. So that big
hit sent me spinning, as it always does, into goon land for a good 45
seconds or so. I can't quite tell you exactly what happened then. I know I
started giving myself long, twisting strokes. I know I must have made some
of my pretty silly "poppers faces" (I seem to remember the boy giggling a
bit). But when I came to, the laughing had stopped, and the boy was
transfixed again--not on my cock, this time, but on the bottle of poppers I
had dropped at his knees.

I slowed my stroking again, focusing once more on my sensitive head. I was
getting a little too close to the edge for this early in my little
experiment with my nephew. I watched quietly as he turned the bottle over
in his hands, looking curiously at it. I could almost hear the gears in his
young brain turning as he took in everything--the brown hue of the bottle,
the clear liquid inside, the small, white ball floating in there. What was
he thinking? I wanted to get inside his head and see all of this from his
eyes. I knew I was blowing his mind.

"Wh-what did they do?" he finally said, looking back up at me, and then
back at my cock. Then back at me. The poor little guy was getting a little
overstimulated. Time to talk him down.

"See... this little bottle is called poppers. And to men like me, it smells
really good!"

"It smells good to boys like me, too!" my nephew piped up. I just
laughed--what on Earth was I supposed to say to that? This was a little too
easy.

"And when we play with our cocks, it feels extra good to sniff them."

"Oh," my nephew said, matter-of-factly, nodding to show me he
understood. Then he said, "What's a cock?"

I had to laugh again. This kid was a real hoot. Of course he didn't know
what a cock was. So I showed him by giving my cock a few good slaps against
one of my palms. I saw a little droplet of precum going flying as I did it,
just missing my curious nephew's cheek.

"This is a cock. When it gets this big, this hard, this hairy, you can
really only call it a cock. Or a dick. What do you think of your uncle's
cock?" I said, curious to see what the little guy would come up with.

"Well,' He said, kind of folding his head into his chest with
shyness. "It's really... big. And... amazing."

"Yeah, it is, isn't it?" I said, giving it a few more slaps. "See, not all
men have cocks like this. But I got lucky. My cock is extra powerful."

"Really?" my newphew asked. I could tell that word had gotten to
him--powerful. "How powerful?" he said, probably thinking of superman or
something ridiculous like that.

"Really powerful. To me, it's the most powerful thing in the whole
universe."

My nephews eyes grew very wide at this. "M-more powerful... than god?" he
asked in a high-pitched squeak.

Oh, that's right. I forgot my brother was a bit of a religious nut these
days. It has rubbed off on his kid. Which is unfortunate, because it's
pretty hard to stay a good little Christian boy when your uncle is
demonstrating how to be a poppers-bate freak.

"Well, yes. To me, and to lots of men, the cock is much more powerful than
god."

My nephew made a silly, screwed-up face of absolute innocence and
confusion. "How can that be? God can do magic tricks! Can the cock do magic
tricks?"

Fuck, just hearing the boy referring to my schlong as `the cock' almost
made me cum. How was it so easy to lead a boy like this, so innocent and
sweet, to the depraved "altar of the cock" so easily?

"Yes, it can," I said, sternly. I knew my words were having a profound
effect on the boy, and I wanted to squish up those brains as much as
possible. "One really special magic trick. Do you want to see it?"

The boy just nodded, staring so intently at my glistening cock head as it
slipped in and out of my fist. "Well, ok," I said. "But I'm going to need a
lovely assistant." I pretended to look around the tent, as if there was
anyone else here but us. It had the intended effect--the boy raised his
hand eagerly. I smiled at him.

"All right. You'll do." I paused for a moment, considering how to do
this. I decided it was best for me to get down on his level, so I stood up
and rearranged our sleeping bags and pillows to make a little bed for
myself. Then I lay down, propping my head and shoulders up enough so I
could look straight down at my cock.

"Ok, kiddo, come over here and sit here." I slapped my upper thighs, and
soon enough, my nephew was straddling my upper thighs. It was so obscene,
seeing him there, across my upper thighs, facing me. He was still fully
clothed in his little pyjamas with the frogs on them. He looked totally
normal, except that from where I was sitting, the small boy was partially
obscured by my fat, bloated dong that I was holding straight up in front of
him. It was so cute, I had to snap a pic with my camera phone.

"Ok, now. For this trick, I need to relax. You sit there and don't
move. But you need to focus on the cock. You need to stare at the
cock. Never take your eyes off the cock." I slowly moved my cock from side
to side as I said this. I watched the boy's gaze track my cock's every
move, and I knew I had him partially hypnotized.

"What are you going to focus on?" I asked him.

"The cock," he said, almost instantly.

"That's right. Unless you hear me say one word. Ok?"

"Ok.. uncle. What word?"

"Poppers."



"Poppers?"

"Yes. That's what we call that little bottle. Poppers. And when you hear me
say that word, you need to unscrew the cap and hand the bottle to
uncle. Then uncle will pass it back to you, and you screw the lid back on,
then go back to staring at the cock. Got it?"

"Poppers... lid... screw... the cock," the boy said. He was clearly a
little out of it, staring at my huge dick, but hey - he got the important
parts. So I began to stroke in earnest.

I soon found a rhythm and began to relax, enjoying the focus and attention
my cock was getting. The little guy was really transfixed, and I'm of
course a total exhibitionist. We were a match made in heaven.

Really, though, I was the one in heaven, because not only did I have my
nephew diligently studying my masturbation techniques, but I had an
obedient little poppers distributor too. All I had to do was mumble the
word, "Poppers," and in an instant a freshly cracked bottle of poppers
would be in my hand.

The kid didn't even seemed phased by the dirty talk I couldn't stop myself
from saying.

"Yeah, you like the cock, don't you, boy? You like watching that cock?"

He'd smile a little, and say yes, while still staring.

"You see how big and powerful your uncle's dong is? You see how it's better
than God?"

At that, he'd just smile coyly.

"You wanna pray to this big cock, don't you, boy? Poppers."

I took a huge hit, allowing myself to completely goon out as I repeated
those words, hammering them into his little skull.

"Big God cock. Cock is god. God is cock. Pray to cock. Cock. Cock. Cock."

Without me even prompting him, the boy began to repeat the word back to me.

"Cock... cock... God.. I mean cock..."

I kept waiting for signs of the boy growing bored, but he didn't show any,
even as the minutes ticked by. I loved to edge, so I could do this all
night until the boy stopped me... but it was starting to seem like he never
would.

"Ok, it's almost time for the trick. Come here, and bring the poppers." I
laid out one arm in a crook, inviting my nephew in. He came in willingly,
only removing his eyes from my dick for a moment. He was used to cuddling
in my arm like this when we read books together before bed sometimes. But
this was a different type of storytelling.

"Rest your head on my chest, right there," I said, positioning his face so
it was facing down, looking directly at my cock.

"All right," I said. "You need to pray to the cock. You need to pray to the
cock and ask it to come, ok? If you do that, the magic might work."

"Daddy says I shouldn't..." he said.

"Is Daddy here I asked?"

He was quiet for a long time, just staring down at my dick. His small body
was so warm against mine. I knew the boy was worked up. And then... I heard
his little voice...

"Dear cock," he said. I recognized the voice instantly. It was exactly how
he sounded when he said his prayers before he slept.

"Please come," he said. I slowly reached over and grabbed the bottle of
poppers off the tent floor.

"Please come, o powerful cock," he said. "You're so big and amazing and a
litlte scary, but I want to see your trick!" I carefully unscrewed the lid
with one hand, then raised it up to my nose.

"Come, big cock! I want to see what you can do! Please show me, oh big
cock! Please!"

I raised the poppers to my nose and took the biggest hit of the night. As I
paused to move the other nostril, I muttered, "Grab it. Grab the bottom of
it and pray to it, boy."

I felt the boys hands moving slowly, ticking the hairs of my balls as they
went. But without hesitation. Without questioning me, I felt his warm
little hands form a little prayer-cup around the root of my dong.

"Oh please, big cock, come for me!" the little boy said, and that was
it. The last bit of strength i had left I focused to make sure I was
staring down, watching the explosion.

Now, look, I'm a big cummer. Big balls. Edging pro. It just is the way
things are. But this load... it isn't really even fair to call it just a
load. It was more than that. A bounty of jizz. Gallons of it, spraying
forth from my nuts and right into my nephew's face.

Thankfully the boy held tight to the base of my cock, even in his
shock. Otherwise, we might have had to throw away the tent. As it was, now,
thought I only hit the roof of the tent with one spurt. My first one.

A really poppers freak will tell you that he always counts his spurts. I'm
no different. There were 17 that night. I drenched everything from my belly
button to my neck. Yes, that of course meant that my skanky little nephew
bore the brunt of it. I'd estimate about 13 of those shots landed squarely
in the kid's face and hair.

I didn't really understand the extent of what I'd done to him until after
the orgasm was over, when I slowly came back to reality, hearing myself
moaning and grunting in the most obscene ways.

As my breath steadied, my nephew sat up and looked at me. Or, at least he
tried. His left eye was plastered shut by the good I'd just expelled from
my balls. His right eye wasn't much better, but at leas the could open it
partially to look at me through the cum dripping in his line of vision.

I tried to stop myself from laughing, but I just couldn't. It was too
comical, watching him scoop my ball gunk out of his eyes and away from his
mouth so he could speak.

"Wow..." he said. "I..."

For a moment it looked like he wanted to cry, so I leaned forward and
grabbed him, using the t-shirt I'd been wearing earlier to start to wipe
him down.

"Wow, you did a great job!" I said, hoping praise would lift the boys
spirits. I knew he was a little traumatized. "You really prayed a lot to
make the magic trick that big!"

He smiled a little at this, and seemed to relax as I wiped up as much of
his face as I could.

Finally, I had him as dry as I could get him.

"All right boy, I'm tuckered out," I said. And it was true. I needed a good
nap after that nut, and I knew the boy did too. His eyes were drooping, and
not just from the sperm still clinging to his lashes.

I opened up the sleeping back, and watched as my nephew started to get into
his. Knowing he was still a little shaken, I opened up my sleeping
back. "Hey, tyke. Why don't you come over here and snuggle with me
tonight?"

The boy was more than happy to oblidge, and soon I was spooning the cummy
little kid. I was just drifting off to a peaceful sleep when I heard his
tiny, muffled little voice.

`Uncle?" he said.

"Yes?"

"When... when do I get to try the poppers?"

I rolled my eyes. Oh boy. What had I done?

"Go to sleep," was all I said. "We'll talk tomorrow."

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