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We only had two more days after my nephew's milking session, but fortunately the rain let up. Also fortunately for me, my nephew's cruel streak let up as well, and I didn't have to sit through another bout of horrifying cock torture at the hands of my little
ex-Christian-turned-cock-addict of a nephew.

That's not to say the boy was done exploring my adult anatomy--far from it. Though we managed to get in our fair share of hikes and swims over the last two days of our camping trip, more often than not even those innocent activities were interrupted by his curiosity, my unbelievable libido around him, or a deadly combination of the two.

My brother wanted me to take him on this trip so we could bond, and boy had we ever bonded. We were making out constantly (unless he was stroking me), and we didn't even need words to communicate.

All it took was the sound of one of us shaking up the bottle of poppers before we knew it was time. Either he was more than happy to take my lead, or I seemed to be able to sense what it was he needed to worship. Without him asking, I could tell whether he wanted some quality time with my ball sack, or if he just needed to remember what my foreskin smelled like. More often than not, the boy wanted to coax a load out of me. I can't tell you
how many times he actually pulled it off--even for a guy with a masturbation addiction like me, my limits were being pushed.

Much to my disappointment, we came to our final night and the boy didn't ask to taste my ass again. Fair enough--he'd been so poppered out and zombified at that point, I'm sure he didn't know what he was doing. I just hoped he didn't regret it--though I really did want to feel it again.

Fortunately, that last night, as he cuddled up against me in my sleeping bag, I had one a chance to dream about him doing it. In my dream, we weren't in a tent, but back in his bedroom, where he'd first caught a glimpse of my poppers bottle. In the dream, I bent over to pick them up,
and suddenly I was naked and getting eaten out by my nephew. He was really getting into it when suddenly the fire alarm went off in the dream... which inevitably woke me up.

But when I woke up, I was in for something even more shocking than the dream. First, there was no fire alarm--it was my phone. I'd turned back on the service last night before bed, so I would be able to hear my alarm. It was almost a foreign sound, the electronic melody. For so long, it seemed, the only sounds in the world were the birds singing, the lake water lapping
quietly on shore, and the greasy rhtym of my nephew's two hands on my erect penis. But now, here was the cell phone, the real world, calling me away
from the wonderful dream of a trip I'd had with him.

However, the phone wasn't the most surprising thing to wake up to. That award would go to the tip of my nephew's tongue, which was currently making
 
lazy circles around my ass hole. I looked down at the wiggling lump at the bottom of my sleeping bag, in utter bliss. It was a hot morning, and I couldn't believe the kid was content to stay in the sleeping bag with me all night. But apparently, the fact that my ass was sweaty wasn't a deterrent for him. Maybe he knew this was his last chance, and he just wanted one more moment with my butt hole before we had to go back to "normal" life.

I didn't complain, whatever the motivation. Instead I just groaned, "Good morning, baby," and hiked up my knees to give the kid better access. I heard the bottle of poppers shacking down under there as the boy adjusted himself, and then he really dove in, making out with my sweaty butt hole just as hungrily as he made out with my mouth when we kissed.

I desperately wanted to fall back asleep, knowing the boy would keep munching even if I drifted off. But instead I forced myself to look at the phone, and when I did, my stomach dropped. It was my brother. His father. Fuck.

For a moment, I considered just letting it ring. I could enjoy this for a
few more minutes, and then I'd get back to my stuffy brother and his real world. But then I started to get angry. My brother was exactly the
problem. He was the kind of inhibited asshole that suppressed this obvious sexuality in his son. He was the one who made it easy for his son to get his religious dogma mixed up with his desire for cock and cum.

I felt my anger rise up at my brother, as he represented everything about the real world that I just wasn't ready to face. And then, I decided, that perhaps one way to get back at my brother would be to answer the phone.

I pressed the "accept" button. "Hello?"
If my nephew noticed me answering the phone, he didn't show it. He just kept sucking at my butthole as I talked to his father.

"Oh good, there you are. Did you get my message?" my brother asked. "No?" I said, looking at my phone screen. I saw a text there from him.
"I wanted to know if you could come back early," he said. "I was hoping to take my boy to the later church service at 10. I think he'll enjoy the sermon today--all about respecting your elders. Figured it was a good one for him to hear after a week away with his uncle."

I thought about that. Was what the boy was doing now showing respect? I wondered if the bible had anything to say about chewing on the hairs growing out of an adult man's butt hole? Maybe the old testament.
 
"Ah, shit..." I said. I heard my brother sigh. He hated "foul language." "Sorry," I muttered, trying not to moan as the kid started to tongue fuck my hole. "Its just, we're still in the tent and... ugh..."

"Come on," my brother admonished me in that annoying tone of his. "Just get out of bed and get going. Can I talk to him?"

I looked down again, and at that moment, something horrific happened--my nephew started to snort. I don't mean snort poppers--he was able to do that quietly. I mean the boy was getting piggy, and sounding like a real hog eating slop out of its trough. Except in this case, the trough was my anal passage, and the slop was my ass sweat.

"What's that?" my brother said. Oh shit.

"Uh, nothing," I said as I frantically unzipped the sleeping bag and pulled my legs up. "There's uh... some wild pigs around, I think." I tried not to smile at my own joke.

My brother had nothing to say to that, but I could tell his son was getting upset having his breakfast pulleda way from him. Not to worry--I wasn't done either. As I continued to argue my brother, I silently motioned for my nephew to lay back on the ground. I let him take one more big hit of poppers, and then I did it. I squatted right down and took a seat on my nephew's small face.

I knew breathing would be difficult, which did concern me as I adjusted so that my chute was fully aligned with his mouth. But I also knew that with this method, he wouldn't be able to snort so loudly, and I could continue to get my sphincter massaged while I talked to his dad about church.

There was a bit more wriggling from my nephew as he learned to cope with the weight of a full adult man sitting on his face, but after a few moments
of him flailing about, he calmed down and continued to suck hungrily on my hole. To my surprised, he even managed to reach up and nuzzle my balls with one hand while stroking his "god" with the other.

"Yes, he's been such a good boy," I told my brother, hoping my nephew was listening. "So well behaved. Happy to listen to me and do exactly as I say, with no question. Well, most of the time," I said, thinking about my forced milking session a few days ago.

Finally my brother stopped yammering when I promised to leave ASAP and get the boy home. I hung up the phone and looked down at the obscene scene below me, trying to figure out what to do. It was insane to see what was happening--my hairy thighs acting as a frame for my nephew's impossibly small, pale little body lying on the tent floor. His face was, of course, completely invisible to me, seeing that it was currently buried between my
 
meaty ass cheeks. At the center of it all, towering above the boy and looking incredibly massive, was my own throbbing cock. A week of intense bating with my nephew had left it looking red, bloated, slimey, and rather ugly, but still incredibly sexy as the little guy used his tiny hands to massage it.

I reached down to grab the bottle of poppers and took a long, thirty-second hit while I considered my options. I of course desperately wanted to rain a nut down on the boy while he ate me out. But I knew that if I took that
road, we'd be in deep trouble, because we needed to leave right now to make it home for church. (Though knowing the kid, he probably would prefer to worship at his own little church down there where he was.) Despite how amazing his tongue felt up my shitter, I knew I couldn't bust a nut any
time soon--not after what my nephew had done to me all week.

Despite the fact that I was still annoyed at my brother, a promise was a promise. So once I came down a bit from my high, I sadly stood up and told the boy it was time to get ready to leave.

I looked down at the boy and seriously considered my decision. He looked incredibly nasty down there on the floor, panting from the lack of oxygen, his face all slimy with a combination of my ass sweat and his own
saliva. His face was plastered with more than a few of my thick, curly anal hairs. I quickly grabbed my phone to snap a picture, because there was this one hilarious pube spiralled up his right nostril. After a few quick snaps,
I reached down and pushed that hair into the boy's nasal cavity. I wanted it to stay there for his other church experience later.

"Come on, my sweet little skank," I said down to the writhing boy. "Time to hit the road."

**

By the time we were back on the road, the boys sniffling and whining had finally died down. I felt for the boy; I really did. It's not just that I
found it incredibly hot that denial of my cock and cum was making him cry, but I understood there was more to it than that. Sure, he was upset he missed a chance to pray at the altar of cock one last time, but also, he knew that the car we were in was barrelling down the highway, back to his old life. The life he lived with his dad in that stuffy house, in those
stuffy church clothes, with all those rules about what you can and can't
do. And certainly no poppers to keep things fun and happy. I really enjoyed my role as the fun (and twisted) uncle, and if I could have extended the trip another week, I totally would have, just for the boy's sake.

I glanced over at him as I drove, watching him quietly humming to himself as the scenery flew by the window. I was so curious to know what was going through his head. What did he think of this whole week? Had it changed him permanently? Did he think the activities we took part in this week were
 
normal, everyday things uncles and nephews did? Or did he understand how different and special our relationship was? Had he been gay before we started this trip, or did my massive cock make him gay and cum addicted?
Surly it had to have been inside him, even before the trip started. No boy, of any age, would be come that obsessive about dick unless it had been inside him all along. But why? How had I gotten so lucky?

Without looking away from the window, the boy's little hand reached out and rested gently on my thigh. I was wearing a small pair of running shorts and nothing underneath, given the rush we'd been in to leave, so his tiny hand was resting on the tanned, hairy part of my upper thigh. It was too
much. I'd already been getting a little horny just thinking about him, but now, having him touch me like that, so gently and casually, was making me horny again.

Fuck. I felt almost betrayed by my own cock. How could I be getting horny now, after a week of my nephew trying to drain my balls at every turn?
Perhaps, I thought, this week had changed me too. Maybe my nephew had done something to me, turned me into just as much of an addict to my own orgasms as he was. Though, I knew I'd been that way before, too, but I'd never had
a libido like this.

And this was a really a bad time. We had to get home, and we were cruising down the highway at 60 miles an hour. But before I could stop myself, I spread my legs just a bit wider. I knew it would get the kid's attention,
and I was right. He looked away from the window down at his hand, which was now a couple inches higher up my thigh.

Knowing he'd notice, I consciously pushed some blood into my cock, making it rise and fall very slightly in my shorts. Given that I wasn't wearing underwear, and these were pretty loose basketball shorts, it was hard to miss--especially for a boy so focused on dick.

As I've said before, we were beyond the need for language. Instead, the boy just looked up at me, and I gave him a slight nod. That was all of the permission he needed to reach up the leg of my shorts and use his tiny hand to pull my cock out. He opted to pull it straight down my thighs, along
with my floppy balls, so that my entire package was hanging out the leg hole closes to him.

I did my best to concentrate on the road while the boy played with my hairy penis and testicles. I knew what we were doing was dangerous for a few reasons. I definitely didn't want to get into an accident, of course, but
also we were on a pretty busy highway, with plenty of cars passing us. Any person could look over and see my nephew fondling my growing cock, and that would be the end of it.

At that moment, though, I was somehow so horny that the risks seemed worth it just to have one more session with my little cock goblin of a nephew. He
 
was twisted in his seat, still wearing his seat belt, while he fondled
me. It was so interesting how differently he approached my cock every time he got it out. Sometimes he attacked it with hopeless abandon, stroking and tugging at it like he wanted to pull it off. Now, though, I think he must
have been feeling sentimental, since he probably knew this was his very
last chance. Now he was tickling my heavy nutsack and gently squeezing my dick like he was trying to get toothpaste out of a tube. It got him the
result he wanted--in no time his hands were both glistening with the copious amounts of precum I was producing for him as we drove.

The gentl tickling was getting to be too much, so I made a noise with my mouse like the "tsk-tsk" sound you might make to goad a horse into a gallop. The boy looked up at me, and I just said, "There's a bottle in the glove box." He didn't need more explanation than that. He opened up the glove box and found the bottle of poppers I'd stashed in there for moments just like this.

The kid took a few good huffs, then held the bottle up to me. I shook my head and told him I couldn't because I was driving. He took this as a cue to take my hits for me, so that soon he was high as a kite and really going to town on my cock.

I didn't anticipate how much of an effect his renewed energy with my cock would have on my driving. I'm not going to lie--I swerved enough times to get a few honks and dirty looks--though fortunately no looks that made it seem like anyone realized what was going on.

I was getting close to cumming for the kid when my heart sank at a new sound--sirens. Police sirens, coming up behind me, fast.

"FUCK!" I shouted.

"Oh are you cumming?" my nephew asked with eagerness. Clearly he knew that a loud f-bomb from his uncle usually signified an oncumming orgasm. This
time, however, it was just me freaking out about the red and blue lights I could see in my rearview mirror.

"Fuck," I repeated. "Get down."

Without warning, I reached over and grabbed my nephew by the back of his neck, pulling him down hard. He struggled and made a noise, but I just kept holding him down by his nape as the lights got closer and closer. I knew keeping him down and out of site was my best bet at getting out of
this. What would I do if they saw him? How would I explain?

...Really officer. The kid loves my cock, I'm not forcing him. He sees it as a religious experience, especially when he huffs poppers.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief when the cops sped by me, clearly on the
 
pursuit of someone doing something much more illegal than what we were doing.

"Sorry, buddy," I said, looking down quickly at my lap. My nephew twisted to look up at me--or at least, he would have, if my throbbing cock hadn't been obscuring half of his tiny face. My dick juice was leaking precum into his hair, but I suddenly had a delicious idea.

"Hey buddy. I have an idea for a fun new game," I said. "It's called road head."

See, the idea of road head was a super hot one to me. I'd never done it before, because it just felt too dangerous. Not to mention, with my nephew,
I'd drawn a hard line at actually teaching him to give a blow job. I know it doesn't seem rational, but for some reason I'd felt ok with letting him
stroke my cock, but the ide aof him putting in his mouth had been too much.

Now, however, that line was gone. Maybe it was a rush from the cops, but I definitely wanted to pop my road head virginity, and I knew my nephew was the one to help me do it.

"How's it work?" he said, his voice muffled as half of his lower lip was on my shaft already. Kid was ready to suck.

"Well," I said. "You know how we have been kissing this week? With tongue and all that?"

The boy nodded at me quietly, a small smile on his face as he remembered our intense make out sessions.

"Well, it's like that, but instead of doing it with my mouth, you do it with my cock."

The boy's eyes widened. Apparently he'd never considered it. I thought for a moment he was going to refuse, but then he let out a big laugh. His giggles were contagious, and soon we were both filling the moving car with our laughs.

Those laughs died down slowly, however, as the boy did something that made me happier than I'd been all week. In between his high-pitched giggles, my little slutty nephew began to give little pecks to my cock head. He wasn't
at all disturbed by how slimy my mushroom was. My own laughter was replaced with moans as the boy began to take his cock-kisses deeper, just like I'd
taught him with my own tongue in his mouth. Soon his pink little kitten tongue was digging deep into my piss slit, and I had to do everything in my power not to just bust a nut right in his mouth then and there.

"Good, good," I said. "Kiss your god. Now suck him."
 
The boy pulled up slightly and looked at me, his lips glistening with my prefuck juice. "Really? God wants me to suck him?"

"Oh yes," I said. "God loves being sucked. God wants you to suck him like he's the yummiest lollipop you've ever had. Now, suck," I said. I was growing impatient. The boy had been kissing my cock head and teasing me, but I wanted a blow job. That's what road head was, so before he could ask more questions, I used one elbow to slowly push his face back down into my crotch.

I wish I could tell you what it's like to get a blow job from your virginal nephew, but really, there's no words to describe it. I almost felt like I was going to pass out as I felt his impossibly tight lips wrap around my cock head and start sucking. I could have busted my nut right then and there, but I wasn't about to do that travelling nearly 70 miles per hour down the highway. Not to mention, I didn't want to ruin the boy's first blow job encounter with a surprise nut.

See, I suspected that this boy was going to be a natural cocksucker, given his love for my dick anyway. So I figured there may come a time in his
life, not too far off, when he enjoys a man seeding his throat with no warning. But for now, he needed to spend more time sucking and learning about what it's like to have a fat, hairy adult cock in your mouth hole.

I kept one hand on the wheel and the other on the back of his head, not to force him down, but to make sure he didn't pop off it any time soon. Right now the kid was just suckling on my cock head like it was a nipple, and I could feel his curious little tongue exploring the ridges of my cock head, my oozing piss slit.

I let the little tyke work at his own pace for a while, but eventually, it
was getting to be too much, and I needed him to go down deeper. I pressed on his head every son gently, until I felt him gag. Then I let him up, not enough to come off my dick, but enough to catch his breath. It was a method I had used before with inexperienced cocksuckers, and this kid was the definition of "inexperienced."

The boy was getting the hang of it, only sputtering and coughing every ten or so thrusts. Still, I wasn't getting what I wanted, what I needed. I
wanted my nephew to deep throat me, frankly. Some part of my brain probably knew that wasn't possible, or at least would be very difficult, but at that moment, with the boy choking on half my dick, I didn't care.

The main issue was the angle. Going straight down on my cock like that wasn't comfortable for either of us, but unfortunately because I was driving, it was even worse. So I made an executive decision. I looked at the clock and realized we were making good time. I'd still have to be quick, but we could pull it off...
 
I scanned the side of the highway looking for the next exit. I had no idea where we were, not being from this area, but I took the first off-ramp I came to. I saw signs that gave me some good indications--fast foot, hotels, gas stations. Any of those could work for a place for me to get my rocks
off with this kid.

The boy mumbled something around my cock, probably noticing that we were slowing down as the off-ramp merged into the main road of whatever shitty off-the-highway town we were pulling into. I didn't let him up, though. I needed to concentrate on driving, not on whatever it was he wanted to say.

I passed the hotel--nothing that would charge an hourly rate, unfortunately. The fast food restaurants were all right on the main road, too, and none of them looked like the had a back parking lot. Maybe a gas station bathroom would work... but then I saw the perfect option.

The church was set back from the road slightly, and I could see it had a parking lot behind it, backed up against some woods. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard and saw that it was still quite early. As I pulled into
the church, I read the wooden sign hanging by the front door and let out a breath of excitement.

SUNDAY MORNING SERVICE: 11:30am

That was hours away, and judging by the small parking lot and the black lights, there wasn't a single soul on the church grounds. I knew it would be safer to take the boy to a gas station bathroom or something,
but... could I pass up the opportunity to fuck this boy's face on these
sacred grounds? He'd been praying to my cock so much recently, wouldn't it just be perfect to let him pray to it on actual religious land?

Plus, I wouldn't need long. I was ready to bust my nut at any moment. Could probably dump the load once he deepthroated me or spit up--whichever came second. Then we'd be on our way, and it would still be hours before anyone arrived to get the church ready for its more traditional worshippers.

I drove slowly through the parking lot, looking for the right spot, and found it quickly. Against the back of the church were two large, green dumpsters. I rolled over to them, and by parking so the passenger's side was by the dumpsters, I created a pretty private space.

For the first time since he'd put my cock in his mouth, I let my hand up to give the boy some air. He came up gasping like a fish, his lips and some of his cheeks glistening with sweat and cock juice. He looked up at me with a wild, wide-eyed expression.

"Wh-where are we?" he said, rubbing some gunk out of his eye as he peered around.
 
"Well, we're at church!" I said, shrugging.

He looked up at me, his wet face scrunched up. "This isn't my dad's church..."
"No, it's not. But... do you think you can only pray and worship at one church?"

The boy smiled at me and shook his head, as if he was answering an easy question in Sunday school.

"No! God is everywhere!" he said gleefully.

I smiled at him, reached over and grabbed his wrist, and brought it to my crotch. He instinctively grabbed my wet dick in his tiny fist.

"Yep, God is here right now, isn't he?"

The boy slowly, apparently subconsciously, stroked me. "Yep..." he said, staring down at it. "I see what you mean."
I smiled at him and ruffled his hair. "Good boy. I thought maybe we could take a break from driving, so you could do some worshipping." I paused for dramatic affect. "Worshipping of my cock."

The boy gave me a nervous smile. "Do you... do you want me to keep sucking it?" he said.

"What do you think?" I said. Then I stopped myself. "Wait--don't answer that." I paused and reached down to the cup holder to pull up the bottle of poppers. Then I held it up to his nose and let him take a long hit.

As he inhaled in his right nostril, I whispered him in a soft deep voice.

"Sucking cock is one of the best ways to worship your God. But he doesn't like lazy boys."

"Huh?" he said, his eyes already glossed over as I moved the bottle to his left nostril and gave him an even longer hit.

"That's right," I cooed. "God only likes boys who can take the whole dick. He likes boys who will take it all, no matter what. Even if it
hurts. Even if it makes you want to gag and choke. He wants to see you take it until you get the..."

I didn't have to finish. He knew what I meant. He'd seen my cock spew cum more times than most of my hook-ups.
 
But fortunately, the poppers had done the trick. He was drooling slightly,
but there's no doubt he nodded his head to show me he understood what he had to do. So without another word, I hopped out of the car and scooted over around so that my back was to the church, and I was standing between the dumpsters. I popped open the passenger door, and the little poppered up kid almost tumbled right out. It was no problem, though. I caught him by
the shoulders and led him down gently, almost like we were dancing and I was dipping him for a kiss.

But I wasn't going to kiss him, of course. And this wasn't a romantic
tango. This was me, between two dumpsters in a church parking lot right off the main strip of some unknown shit hole town, lowering down my own nephew into position so that I could drill my cock into his skull.

The last thing I did before sticking it to him was cradle his head in my hand, lifting it up slightly so that he could take one last, looooong hit in each nostril to prepare him for the shocking experience he was in
for. Once he was good and glazed over, I lay his head back down so he was hanging upside down, pressed my cock head to his lips, and ordered him open his mouth.

Immediately I begin to press into him. The sound of cars rushing by on the highway is a constant reminder that I need to be quick about this business. So pretty soon, the tip of my piss-tool is making contact with
his spasming uvula. I can tell by the pressure of his throat around my cock, and the sounds he's trying to make, that his throat is rejecting this sudden invader intensely. But he's not out of air yet, and I'm sure the poppers are still circling in his head, so I do what any good Uncle who'd trained his nephew to worship his cock would do--I pushed harder, shoving my dick forcefully into the back of his throat.

It was an ugly sight, seeing him literally flail in the seat as he tried to cope with my throat pillaging, and it was hard for me, as his uncle, to keep going, knowing it was distressing him. So to help me, I figured I deserved a hit of poppers too. I snatched up the bottle and took two
30-second hits. Then I began to coo to him as I pushed, trying to get my cock head to pop in.

"Come on, baby boy," I said in a soft but deep voice. "Let God into your heart. Don't you want to feel your God inside you? Don't you want to swallow your lord deep into your heart?" To accentuate my point, I gave him two taps with my finger on his sternum, showing him about the place I expected my cock head to be in just a minute.

I like to think that the location we were in helped the boy do what he had to do. His father had indoctrinated him with so much religion at this point, that between my little sermon and the fact that we were on holy
grounds (albeit between two dumpsters on holy ground), he was able to rise
 
to the challenge I put forward. Because soon enough, I felt that delicious wet-squishy pop that showed me his throat had given up its fight, and was now allowing my dick to pummel the sweet softness of my nephew's larynx.

I didn't want to choke him out, so I pretty quickly pulled my cock out with a sickening slimy slurp and let the little guy cough, sputter, and eventually catch his breath. Once he had, I cradled his head upward and looked into his eyes.

"You ok, buddy?" I asked.

He shook his head. "It's kinda scary," he said, which I imagine was true. "I can't breathe when you do that."

I frowned down at him. "Oh. Does that mean you don't want God inside you?" He wasn't getting out of this that easy.

I loved watching the conflict in his eyes, and it really hit me exactly
what I'd done to this kid. I'd muddled his brain up so much, my cock really was God to him. But his religious indoctrination meant that he knew phrases like "let God inside you" were vital to his belief structure.

Still, he looked conflicted, so I knew exactly what he needed. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and gave him a long hit in each nostril.

"Is it... is it like communion?" he asked in between huffs, as I moved the bottle from one nostril to another.

Damn, I thought. This kid was smart. He knew the ritual of eating bread, the "body of Christ", was the best way to let God inside you. And so he was
now comparing that ultimate holy experience with the experience of gargling the thing I use to piss. Those poppers really were magical for a kid like
him.

"It is," I said. Then I gave him a hard slap of my cock across his forehead. "This is my body. Broken for you. Take and eat."

That was all it took. With those words, the boy lay back, opened his mouth, and really did let his "God" in. He let God in over and over, in slow, gurgling, almost loving slurps. He let God in in painful, sharp, deep
thrusts, where God was actually visible bulging out his neck. Every once in a while, he'd have to take a break from his religious communion to suck on my hairy nuts while he snorted poppers like a pig.

At one point, while I was almost balls deep and giving him short little
rapid-fire thrusts, enjoying the rhythm GHA-KCAK-GAH-KACK-SNORT sound he was eliciting. Eventually, though, I realized it wasn't just the force of
my cock head on his vocal chords making that sound--he was saying something, or trying to.
 
I withdrew my dick from his face hole and looked down at the slimy little cocksucker. "You say something, kiddo?"

He gasped a bit, then nodded, wiping a bit of gunk out of his eye. "I'm... I'm trying to pray. But..."

Trying to pray? Jesus. "But what?"
"I don't... I don't now the words. I don't have it memorized like I used to at my old church."

Good lord. "Old church"? This kid had really turned his back on his Christianity all in the name of my cock. Well, may as well have some fun with it.

"It's ok, baby," I said, inserting my penis back into his mouth. "I'll help you. Just repeat after me." I gently pushed my cock deep into his throat, and then did my best to come up with a prayer for the little boy. I took a huge hit of poppers to inspire myself, and then said these words out loud (and reader, I expect you to do exactly that as well. If you're an uncle,
take a huge hit and read these words. If you're a nephew, go get something to stick down your throat and say these words too):

"O God cock" I started, and sure enough, the little pig did his best to repeat my words.

"O MGMFA CKAK"

"There is nothing I wouldn't do for dick." "MFFMA NFING M MMFF FO ICCK"
"I LIVE TO WORSHIP COCK. I WOULD DIE FOR COCK. I AM A FAGGOT COCKSUCKER AND
ALWAYS WILL BE."

At this point I felt my nephew's little hands pushing on my thighs, and I figured maybe he needed a break. But when I pulled out, he just looked up at me and said. "What's a faggot?"

I laughed and pressed my cock back into his mouth. "You are. Boys who do what you're doing right now, boys who worship cock, they're faggots. Now say it." I jabbed my dick hard into the back of his throat for emphasis.

"I'M A FAGGOT!" is what he would have said, if he didn't have a slab of meat down his throat. But he kept trying to say it, even as I thrust into
 
him again and again and again.

It was, frankly, amazing, and it could have gone on forever, except I knew that soon this very parking lot would be filed with God-fearing people on their way to a more traditional religious service. Plus, there's only so much you can take of your ball bag bouncing against your nephew's chin before you need to spew your seed.

I decided one more big hit of poppers would do it. But as I searched around for the bottle, I realized something terrible had happened. The bottle--my last bottle--had fallen down on the passenger's side floor, and spilled its contents everywhere. I listened to my nephew make hilarious noises as I lodged my cock in his throat to reach down and grab it. Sure enough, it was completely empty.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath.

I heard the kid murmur something around my dick, so I pulled out. "What did you say?"

"You said a bad word!" he chastised me.

I had to laugh at that. The kid was staring up at me, his own throat slime mixed with my prefuck juice covering his entire face, gluing one eye shut. And he was chastising me for cursing?

"Well, I dropped the poppers," I said, holding up the empty bottle.

"Oh no!" he cried, and the little goblin grabbed the empty bottle out of my hand like he was Gollum seeing his precious. "There has to be more! You were just about to cum!"

Wow. Amazing how he could anticipate that, even while being brutally skull fucked. But he was right--this was a tragedy.

I was about ready to just bust my nut anyway when my nephew did something that changed my plans once again. In his desperation and panic, he turned
to look down on the floor of the passenger side, as if he might be able to collect the spilled liquid somehow. Of course he couldn't, but what he did do was show me his ass, fully on display.

I cocked my head, staring at its beauty. It was time for me to have my own religious experience, staring at that tiny little cunt, the pale cheeks
small enough to fit in either of my palms, yet still meaty enough to
jiggle. And winking at me from the center of those cheeks was, you guessed it, my nephew's little virgin butt hole.

So you see, I was faced with a real predicament. At that moment, I knew I was going to fuck the kid. It would be intense for both of us, and maybe
 
awful for him, but it was going to happen before we got him back home. But I certainly wasn't going to do this without poppers.

What's an uncle to do?
