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## Part 4

Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2018 07:34:18 +1000
From: Taylor Foxx <taylor.foxx.author@gmail.com>
Subject: Uncle Poppers | Gay Incest | Part 4

I'm loving this story now, so I have the next part for your horny
boys. Before you get started a few notes:

1. Remember to huff along with your own bottle of poppers. Every time I
mention a character is taking a hit, you should as well.

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Uncle Poppers | Part 4

By Taylor Foxx

For about half of the hike back from the lake, my nephew and I were pretty
silent. I assumed it was because he was feeling like I was. After an
intense makeout session followed by a skille handjob and an enormous
orgasm, I wasn't really in the mood for chatter.

Of course, it was stupid for me to think that way. Because while my nephew
had helped me bring my hair man cock to an incredible nut, he himself had
had no such release. Our relationship, so far, had been entirely about my
cock and my orgasms, and to be honest, I was happy to keep it that way.

But I should haven known that while I was relasxed and happy, my nephew's
little poppered-up brain must have been going to some dark places. Because,
when I asked him if he wanted to stop for a rest, the boy suddenly burst
out into tears.

For a moment I panicked, not knowing what to do. Then my Uncle instincts
kicked in (not the kind that made me want to give the boy my cock), and I
swooped into action, scooping the boy up into my arms and plopping down on
a rock with him.

"Hey - hey what's wrong?" I had to ask a few times before the boy's sobbed
calmed enough for him to wail:

"I - I'm going to hell!"

"What? What are you talking about?" I said, my heart pounding. What had I
done to this poor boy?

"My-my Daddy always says that there's only one God! He said it all the
time! And now... now I've..." he devolved into tears, but I knew what he
was saying.

Now he'd done exactly what his Dad probably told him never to do. He'd
started worshipping something else. If only he knew how truly sinful his
new type of worship would be in his Dad's eyes. I started to get mad at my
brother. I had long suspected that forcing his boy to grow up in an
ultra-Christian household would be damaging. I should have stopped then,
told him to forget everything and go back to worshipping Christ. But my
anger at my brother, and my growing horniness thinking about how I was able
to truly fuck up this boy's perception of life, made me go in the opposite
direction.

"No, you're not going to hell," I said.

He sniffled and looked up at me. "I'm- I'm not?"

"Nope," I said, smiling at him. "See, God is kind of like.. ice cream." My
mouth was moving faster than my brain, but sometimes that kind of thing
worked out for me. "You know how some people like chocolate best, and some
like vanilla, and some like--"

"Rocky road!" my nephew piped in, smiling.

"Yep! That's your favorite, isn't it? Well, see, your Dad, his favorite ice
cream is vanilla."

My nephew's nose wrinkled. "Vanilla is so boring!"

My thoughts exactly. "That may be, but your dad likes it. And you, my
little guy, like Rocky Road. Which is a lot more fun, isn't it?"

He nodded frantically.

"So," I said, completing the picture for him. "For you, rocky road is like
cock. And for your dad, vanilla is like..."

"The old man god?" he said.

I laughed. "Yes. How'd you get so smart?"

My nephew beamed at this compliment, those his eyes were still
red. Probably from crying, but maybe from poppers.

"So it's ok to like rocky road?" he asked in his tiny voice.

"Of course," I said. "It's still ice cream. Some people like vanilla, some
like rocky road, but everyone likes ice cream. Just like some people like
old men gods..."

"And some people like cock! Like me!" he squeaked. Fuck. This kid was too
easy to train.

"That's right," I said. "Now, are you feeling better? Want to keep going?"

He did. Soon enough, we were back on the trail, and he'd cheered up a
lot. Along with his new demeanor, his mouth apparently started working
again, and soon he was interrogating me with lots of questions about his
new belief system.

"So... what if your cock is my God, then what's that white stuff? Jizz?"

I thought about that one for a moment. "Hey, you know how sometimes at
church, you drink that red juice?"

"Oh yeah!" he said, smacking his lips. "I like that stuff. Dad says it's
Jesus's blood, but it sure tastes good!"

"Well," I said, "My cum is like that. Like a really important liquid that
you need to love and respect and worship. Start thinking of my cum as the
most important thing on earth."

He sat with that one for a while. A few minutes later, he asked. "But where
does it come from? The white stuff?"

I stopped walking, letting the boy get a few steps ahead of me as I swung
my backpack around. I fished in the front pocket for what I was looking
for.

Once I had it, I took a few big steps forward until I was just behind my
nephew. Then I unscrewed the lid to the poppers and reached around in front
of him, pushing it up to his nose."

"Sniff," I said. The boy took a long inhale without questioning me. "Good
boy. Keep sniffing."

As he inhaled the chemicals, I fished down and undid my fly. Once he was
done sniffing, I turned him around. I was standing there on the trail in
front of him, my fly down, but only my big, hairy balls plopped out.

Immediatley, my poppered-up nephew stared, instantly hypnotized by a new
part of my genetalia that he had been rudely ignoring. I was wondering how
long it would be before he figured out that my egg-sized nuts needed
worship too. So I grabbed my balls and shook them at him.

"These. These make that cum you love so much. Now c'mere."

I led the boy over to a fallen tree I had noticed. It made a bit of a
u-shape, so I leaned up against it, half-sitting. Then I led my nephew over
so he sat just in the crook of the tree. My balls were dangling right in
his face.



"These make it?" he said, reaching for my balls. I grabbed his little wrist
before he could.

"They sure do. But you have to be careful. You can't grab them like you
grab my cock. You have to be gentle."

He looked up at me, then nodded to show me he understood. I took the bottle
again and took a deep inhale as I let go of his hand. The poppers hit me
just as the little guy began to ever-so-gently fondle my fuzzy nutsack.

"Woooow" the little guy said as he reached up with his other hand. His
hands were just small enough to comfortably hold one of my nuts in each.

I had to snicker at the boy's wonder. I'd jerked myself off in front of him
twice now, and here he was acting like this was the first time he'd noticed
my bouncing hairy jizz reserves.

I was happy to let the boy explore for as long as he wanted. And explore he
did. We built up a rhtyhm as he wandered over my balls, passing the bottle
of poppers back and forth as he went. I was so happy to see how gentle the
awe-struck kid was. He was treaing my ball sack like it was his very first
puppy. He patted my wiry ball-pubes and even nuzzled his face into them.

I was so proud that my nephew barely needed any encouragement (aside from a
huge hit of poppers) to start using his mouth. The little slut
instinctively knew not to chow down on my balls like he does with my
cock. Instead, he started out with tentative little licks with his pink
puppy tongue, tasting every inch of my sack. My cock, still hidden away in
my jeans, was throbbing hard as he changed tactics, now giving me what I
can only call a "ball hair massage." Using just his red lips, he slowly
tugged at every wiry hair covering my nut sack, tasting my pubes greedily.

"Fuck yeah..." I moaned, leaning back on the tree and rubbing my cock
through my jeans. I held the bottle down to him and watched his hunger grow
as he took a 15-second hit.

The boy's tentative, curious licks gave way to real hunger. Though he was
still gentle, he began giving me a proper "nut job", sucking the skin of my
sack into his tiny mouth. Between sucks and slurps, the religious little
boy began to pray to my testicles.

"I love these balls." *slurp lick* "Thank you for holding my specfial juice
in there, balls." *suck slurp*

Soon he quieted down and began focusing on my left nut, which hung a big
lower. I watched with enjoyment as the boy struggled to get it into his
mouth. He gave up, knowing my egg-sized ball was too big for his mouth, and
satisfied himself by sucking on just the bottom two inches or so of my
nut. I made a mental note to myself that I was goign to have to stretch out
that throat a bit if I wanted in there later.

I stared down at him and we locked eyes. I could hear him breathing heavily
through his nose, clearly enjoying my stink as he sucked away at my
ball. Suddenly I was reminded of a memory I had from when he was just a
baby, shortly after I'd met him for the first time. My brother had left me
alone to babysit him for a few hours, and I'd been nervous as hell.

He had been very good, though, and only cried once. I quickly gave him a
bottle, and he calmed right down in my arms. I remember looking down at him
as I cradled him, watching him suck hungrily on his baby bottle, and
feeling such love and a sense of protection for him. He had stared back at
me with wide eyes full of curiosity and adoration.

The same look was in his eyes now. And just like back then, he was sucking
hungrily at his baby formula. Back then, the baby formula had been a
protein-packed powder mixed with milk and water. Now, though, the
protein-packed snack he wanted so bad was certainly milky, but instead, now
my nephew wanted to suck down and swallow his own cousins in his uncle's
sperm. How times have changed.

I would have kept going right then and there, and fed the boy millions of
his cousins, but soon enough, thunderclouds were staring to form. After one
last hit for me, I slowly stood up and put my balls away. I watched my
nephew's face fall.

"Don't worry," I said. We just need to beat these rain clouds. And just as
I said that, there was a huge crack of thunder, and the skies opened up.



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on Tumblr, or on Kik at TaylorFoxxAuthor. Love roleplaying and world
building with guys who can hold a conversation.

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