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It was a good thing I wrapped up the throat-fuck session when I did. We barely made it back into the car before a red mini-van pulled into the church parking lot. I thankfully had my nephew back in his seat, buckled in before the car was pulling around to the back where we were. He was still a little messy--a bit of slob on his chin, and his eyes were so red it looked
like he'd been crying. But fortunately he wasn't crying, just sitting there quietly as we pulled toward the exit of the parking lot. He actually looked
surprisingly calm, seeing that only moments ago I'd had him upside-down and learning how to skull fuck properly.

I, on the other hand, wasn't nearly as calm. I knew I was about to drive by someone else, someone who as having a totally normal Sunday
morning. Someone who was on their way to a church parking lot. What would they see when they looked in my car? Would they just see a bleary-eyed
little boy and his uncle?

We passed the mini-van on our way out, and as we drove by, I took a moment to wave and smile at the driver. He was a middle-aged black man, about as normal as could be in a navy-blue polo shirt, two hands on the wheel. If he noticed anything fishy about my nephew, he didn't show it. Instead, he just gave me a short wave and a big, white-toothed smile, which I returned nervously as we passed by.

As we pulled past him, I glanced in my rear-view mirror and noticed the license plate on the car. "THE REV." Was that the fucking pastor we just drove past? It would make sense... him being the first person there on an early Sunday morning. My cock thumped in my shorts.

Finally we made it back on the highway, and I looked over to see how my nephew was doing. He was quietly humming to himself, staring out the window. I marvelled at him a bit. I couldn't believe how calm he was, having just taken a face-fucking that most porn stars would have balked at. Perhaps it was the spilled bottle of poppers keeping him chill, but
still, I was so impressed and proud of him for being such a trooper.

I had to focus, though, and remember where I needed to go. I'd driven this route before, and remembered seeing the sign somewhere along here... ah yes, there it was. It was so ridiculous how much this Bible-belt state had deregulated their laws about billboards. Despite the fact that we were only a few miles off from the off-the-highway church, the huge sign on the side
of the highway was impossible to miss: XXX ADULT WORLD. DVDS. ADULT TOYS. VIDEO BOOTHS. FIVE MILES EXIT 37.

Just the type of place I was looking for. I grinned to myself as I steered the car to the right, pulling off the highway.

"Are we almost home?" my nephew said in his little high-pitched voice. "Not yet. We have one more stop to make."
 
My nephew said nothing to this. Apparently he was beyond the point of questioning. I felt my heart swell for the boy in the passenger seat next to me. I loved him so much, not just as an uncle, but as a sexual partner. He was just such a good boy. I had my brother to thank for that. He raised the kid as a goodie two-shoe, but there was no way my brother knew that I could use that to my advantage in order to get some dick to his kid.

My cock throbbed again as I thought of my brother right now, probably just waking up, getting ready for his day. Soon he'd be showering, thinking about his sermon. Maybe he'd be looking forward to seeing his son after a
week apart; or maybe he'd be sad that his alone time was coming to an end.

What would he think, if he could see is pulling into yet another
by-the-highway stop, though this one pretty much the opposite of the humble church we'd just visited. This was a one-story, low building, unassuming
and brown and ugly, with tinted windows.

"What's this place?" my nephew squeaked, peeking over the dashboard as we pulled into a spot next to the only other car in the lot.

"This is... a..." I don't know why I felt wrong saying "sex shop" to the kid--it wasn't as if sex was some great unknown to him know. But for whatever reason, the word "House of Poppers" came out of my mouth.

"A... house of poppers?" my nephew said, a little smile creeping up his face.

"Yep. You wait here, and I'll be right back out with a brand new
bottle. Then I have something new I want to teach you." I grabbed my crotch lewdly at the boy as I said this.

He smiled and nodded. "Don't be long, uncle!" I winked at him. "Trust me, I won't."
I stepped out into the bright parking lot and quickly ducked into the building. Inside it was exactly as I had imagined. Rows of faded DVDs showing naked people in various sex acts. Shelves and racks where dildos, butt plugs, ball gags, and more sat in their dusty packaging. Muscled, big dick-ed men stared down at me from the walls. Along the front wall was the counter, and behind it the sole worker whose car I guessed was in the
parking lot. He matched the Toyota outside--he was an ordinary looking guy, probably in his 40s and a few years older than me. White, tall, with a
beard and a look that would be farther in any other setting, but here felt a bit creepy and dingy. He wore a white t-shirt that showed a bit of a belly. He didn't even look up when I approached the counter.
 
"Do you sell... leather cleaner?" I asked. Even after all these years of buying poppers, I still felt silly and awkward asking for it.

The man slowly looked up at me and grunted, "What brand?"



"What's your best one?" I asked.

He didn't answer, just turned around and opened a small drawer behind him, then pulled out a frosty bottle of a brand I'd heard of but never tried. It
was a little gold bottle, and just the sight of it made my cock throb.

"This is my persona l fave," the man said. "Strong stuff though. Be careful. It's $32.50."

I fished out my wallet and handed it to the man, who rang me up and put the bottle in a little brown paper bag. He held it out to me, but as I reached
for it, he pulled it back out of my hand.

"Do I need to ask why you're buying poppers at 8am on a Sunday morning, with a little boy in the car?"

My heart sank. Fuck. This guy wasn't cool--he was gonna rat me out. How could I explain? Oh don't worry, the kid loves `em. He's only been huffing them for a few days, but he's fully addicted and will do just about
anything when he sniffs `em. I'm planning on cracking this bottle with him in the parking lot behind your store, so I can take his cherry. That would go over well.

"I... uh..." I stammered.

"He your son?" the man asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Erm... nephew, actually."
The man grunted at this. "He's cute." He looked me in the eye as he said this.

"I...yeah... he is."

"Shouldn't let a kid like him sit in a hot car like that. Might get overheated. Do you want to bring him in?"

I swallowed hard. What was this man saying?

"Bring him in?" I said, my voice sounding higher pitched than usual. "Yeah. Bring him in. Let him look around a bit. No harm in looking." The
 
man still wasn't smiling, and if it weren't for the words coming out of his mouth, I would have assumed he was trying to burn a hole into me with his gaze.

"I uh... well, ok. I can bring him in." What was I doing? Was I really going to bring my nephew into this store?

But the man didn't say anything else, just turned back to the magazine he had been reading when I came in. So without another word, I turned and headed back out to the car. I left the poppers on the counter; I was afraid if I took them with me, I would coward out, get too horny and just drive off. Now I was intrigued by where this was going, and wanted to see it through.

Out in the car, I opened up the passenger seat. "Heya kiddo. Want to come inside?"

"Inside the house of poppers?" the boy said, his eyes wide.

"Sure," I said, leaning across him to unfasten his seatbelt. "Come on."

I helped him out of the car, and he kept holding my hand. He was nervous, I could tell. He was too smart to not realize there was something "special" about this place.

"Uncle?" he said as we made our way to the front door. "Is House of Poppers like, a church for God Cock?"

I couldn't help but grin at this. The kid was so damn obsessed with his new religion.

"Yep, just like that," I said. "This is where men like me and boys like you come to worship." Which was true. It had back rooms after all.

We made our way inside and the door shut behind us. The man looked up and grunted again, not giving the boy a friendly smile or anything. The kid
clung to my hand harder, looking nervously at the man. Then slowly he realized there was a lot more in this room to look at. His eyes practically bugged out of his head as he was confronted with smiling, raging-hard porn stars, enormous rubber dildos, and other items he'd never seen before or even knew existed.

"Come on," I said, giving the boy's hand a squeeze. "Let's walk around."

The boy didn't say anything, just stayed close to my side as we started walking through the aisles. I would have loved to know what was running through his little brain as we made our way past the DVD's with lewd names and even lewder photos. But he remained silent as we walked, not saying anything about the incredible things he was seeing, until we got to the sex
 
toys aisle. He slowed down there, coming to stop as he stared up at the towering rack of things men liked to put up their butts. Ever polite, he didn't touch anything, just stared wide-eyed at the silver metal balls on a rope, the absurdly giant black dildo, the veiny fake cock modelled after a porn star.

"What is all this stuff?" the boy said in an almost whisper.

"Oh, well.. you know how at your old church, there were things
like... books and plates, and cups and loaves and bread and stuff?" I said, improvising.

"Uh huh..." he said.

"Well, at a Poppers and Cock church, this is the kind of stuff they use." "How... how does it work?" he said in a quiet voice.
"Depends who's using it," said a deep voice from behind us. I felt my
little nephew startle as we turned around to see the shop keeper had walked up behind us. "Anything I can help you with?" he said, his customer service skills suddenly shining through now that my nephew was here.

The boy stood slightly behind my leg, staring up at the strange man and hiding a bit. He said something I couldn't hear, so I bend down to let him whisper in my ear.

"Where are the poppers?" he whispered, his hot little breath hitting my ear in puffs.

I laughed a little and stood up. "Can I pick up my purchase now?" I said, winking at the man.

Another grunt from him, and he turned around to lead us back to the counter where the poppers were.

"You really like these, kiddo?" the man said, handing the bag over. He leaned across the counter and held the bag down, giving it to my nephew instead of me.

I saw the boy's hand raise quickly, like he was going to snatch the
bag. Then he remembered his members and slowed down his hand, taking it gently from the man. "Thank you," he said. "And yes, I really do!" He
smiled big, the conversation topic of poppers seeming to relax him a bit. "You two visiting town?" the man asked, now turning his eyes to me. "No, just passing through," I said.
 
"We were camping!" my nephew peeped.

"Is that so?" he said. "So where you headed now?"

"I've gotta get this little guy back to his dad. He's got church later."

"I see. Well," The man paused for a long time, and rubbed his tongue along his teeth. "If you want some privacy, I could let you into one of the video booths."

Wow. Just a minute ago I thought this guy was going to rat me out to the cops. Now he was practically offering to let me fuck my nephew in his store.

"That would be great," I said. "We've been a bit risky in the car."

"Mmmhmm.." the man said. Then he walked to the end of the counter and flipped up the barrier. "Back here," he said, nodding to the door behind him.

I led my nephew over, and we started to walk back behind the counter. But before we did, the man put his hand on my chest. "Not so fast. Gotta pay a price, of course."

"Oh," I said. "How much?"

The man said nothing for a minute, just stared down at my nephew. "Not that kind of price," he said.
"Oh. Oooooh," I said, feeling stupid. Of course. This man was a pervert just like me. He wanted to play with my nephew.

I paused, once again feeling my heart sink to my stomach. Bringing my nephew into the store for a look was already pushing a boundary. What this guy was suggesting... how could I? Pimp out my own nephew?

And just as the words entered my head, I felt my cock start growing in my shorts. Of course I could. This whole week had been about breaking boundaries. This was just the next logical step.

"Can I have a word with you?" I said to the man.

Another grunt from the man, which I took to mean yes. I gave my nephew's tiny hand a little shake and then let go. "Go walk around a bit more, buddy," I said. "I need to talk to this man quickly."

The boy wandered off, toting the bottle of poppers I knew he wouldn't be able to open thanks to the child-proof seal.
 
"So what does he do?" the man asked.

"Listen," I said, "he's... really new. Only just started with me during our camping trip. So he doesn't... do everything yet."

A grunt. "That why you buying the poppers?"

"Yes," I said. "But... his cherry is mine. I wanna break him in, you know. Make it easy."

"Fair enough," the man said in his grunted voice. "So what's he gonna do to get you in that back room so you can pop him open?" he said.

"Well," I said, "I know it sounds strange, but the kid gives a killer hand job."

"Oh yeah?" he said in a sarcastic tone. "Just a hand job? I can do that myself."

"Not just a hand job," I said. "The best handjob you've ever had. See... I, uh, kinda trained him to worship cock. He thinks it's like... a
religion. He's a real Christian boy. His dad is a pastor. So he kinda... I dunno, finds comfort in worshipping my cock."

The man grunted, and for the first time, let out a smile. Not a warm smile, but a really creepy one. "You're fucked up," he said. "I like it. Think he would worship other cocks besides yours?"

"I wouldn't be surprised. Haven't been able to keep him off mine since we started playing. Trust me... you'll love his handywork. Promise it will be the best."

The man grunted. Then, without warning, he pulled down the fly of his cheap-looking jeans and hauled out what was unarguably a very impressive cock. He was only semi-hard by the look of it, but dam the thing looked heavy. It wasn't a pretty cock, despite it's girth and weight. It was
hooded in an intense way--far more foreskin than I had, enough that it hung down over the sizable head of his cock. It was accompanied by two heavy bull balls, both coated in silver Grandpa-esque pubes.

"Think he can handle all this meant?" the man said, hefting his package up and down.

"I... I'm not sure--"

"Woooooow," came a soft, high-pitched voice from behind me. This time it
was my nephew who had snuck up on me. He was standing at the opening in the counter, his eyes now comically big, as he stared at the second adult cock
 
he'd seen in his life. This one belonged to a complete stranger at a sex shop. Fuck.

"I hear you worship cock," the man said, giving his creepy grin at the staring boy.

My nephew took a step forward so he was standing behind me again, peeping out from behind my leg. "Well..." he said. He looked up at me.

"Go on," I encouraged him. "You can tell him."

"Well, I worship my uncle's cock, yeah. That's my god."

"I see," said the man. "And what about my cock?" He lifted up the heavy man cock again, letting it swing between his beefy hairy thighs.

"I'm not sure..." the boy said. He looked at me, but I didn't offer an explanation. I wanted to see him work this out for himself. "I mean, I thought my uncle's cock was the god cock. Daddy says it's bad to worship more than one god."

"Does your daddy worship dick?" the man said.

This made my nephew giggle. "No! He worships that old boring god. Not cock like me."

"Well then what does your daddy know about there only being one god cock?" the man said. As he spoke, his cock was growing, thickening and stretching out the copious foreskin. It was going from large to unbelievable.

"Is it true?" my nephew asked.

I have to admit, I was feeling a little jealous. I really enjoyed the way
my cock was the center of this boy's world. But I couldn't be selfish. The kid was a dick pig, and it would be unfair of me to only let him have one, right?

"Well, you know how in the Catholic church, they have lots of saints and things? You've seen those statues and stuff, right?"

"Yeah..." my nephew said, mulling this over.

"Cocks are like that. My cock will always be your god, but there are lots of other cocks out there in the world that like to be worshipped too. And if you want to, you can worship them."

"Oh," my nephew said. How would he take this news.

"In fact," I said, reaching down to take the bag of poppers from his
 
hand. I pulled out the bottle. "This nice man here would like to have his worshipped. Would you do that for me? Would you use your hands on him like you did on me?"

"I... I dunno," my nephew said. He was clearly intimidated by the whole situation, not to mention the size of the dick in front of him. But that's what the little bottle in my hands was for.

Giving it a shake, I cracked the lid and opened it. The chemical smell instantly filled the air. Damn, these were strong. That didn't stop me from moving them under my nephew's nose. The boy instinctively took a really long hit, fresh from the new bottle.

I kneeled down again, though this time I wanted to whisper in his ear. "Look at that big cock," I growled. "SO thick and big, isnt' it? Do you think it's thicker than mine?"

"Hmm.." the boy said, as though he was mulling over which toy to get out of his toybox. "I guess I'd have to see.."

The boy trailed off as I lifted the poppers bottle to his other nostril. He took another big hit, and this was enough to get him to move forward, so that he was standing face to face with the stranger dick.

The beefy man lifted up his shirt, exposing his hairy belly. He grabbed the base of his now erect cock, which I noticed bent slightly to the left, and shook it at the kid.

"Go on, boy," he said. "Worship my fucking cock." The man plopped himself down on the stool just behind him, manspreading behind the counter.

That was apparently all the boy needed to get him into action (though I'm sure the double hit of extra strong poppers helped). Slowly he lifted both
his hands and gripped the second cock he'd ever touched. There was no going back, now. This kid was going to jerk off this sleazy sex-shop owner who
was probably old enough to be his grandpa.

Though, of course, to my nephew, this was just another form of worship. I could see it in his eyes, glazed over as they were. As he slowly started to work the man's cock, he stared at it in awe, clearly taking in everything he could about this new "saint" in his hands. We both watched as he curiously pulled the foreskin back hand over fist, clearly impressed and intimidated by just how much their was.

Finally, after what felt like minutes, the boy finally pulls the foreskin back enough to get what he wants--the glands of this man's cock head.

"Holy cow!" the boy exclaimed as the monster cock head came into vision. No wonder--this man's glans looked nothing like mine. I had a big, roundish
 
head, reddish when I was horny. This man's was fat and mushroom shaped, and an almost unbelievable color purple.

It wasn't pretty, but it didn't seem to really bother the boy. In fact, he
went ahead and dapped up with his tiny thumb the droplet of prefuck juice that was forming on the man's head.

"Yeah," the man grunted, staring down at my nephew. Now the kid was really getting into it, and I could tell the man was coming to understand what I meant when I "sold" my nephew's skills. His grunting and heaving breathing escalated with each stroke as the cock zombie gave him the old double fist treatment.

I lost all track of time as I watched. It was obscenely hot to watch the
boy marvel and play with another man's cock snot. Just like me, the guy was a big precummer. The boy seemed to enjoy this; or perhaps he thought all men were like that. Perhaps all men were like that under his powers. In any event, he was soon getting nice and wet as he splashed around with his new playtoy.

I snapped out of my trance when the boy stopped and slowly milked out a string of precum from the man, slowly pushing up from the base of the dick like he was squeezing out toothpaste. The result was a big, heavy drop that jiggled on the tip. And without warning, or saying anything, I watched in horror as the boy leaned forward and licked it up.

"Oh, buddy, no... you don't have to--" I started to say, but before I could, the man interrupted me.

"Ah, come on, party pooper. Let the boy suck cock if he wants to," the man said, holding his cock and rubbing the head against the boy's lips, making them wet.

I should have objected, stopped there and said the deal was a hand job. But there was no doubt in the veracity of this man's statement. The boy did want to suck cock, as evidence by the fact that he was willingly taking
that shiny, ugly purple cock head into his mouth with hungry suction.

"Why don't you come join us?" the man said, putting his hand on the back of my nephew's little head to push him down on his cock.

"You don't have to ask me twice," I said, hauling out the other adult cock in the room. I was already just as wet as they both were, and my cock was visibly pulsating as I moved over to stand on the other side of the kid.

He was gagging on cock, so it took him am moment to realize player 2 had entered the game. But without missing a beat (and still suckling like a baby on a bottle), he reached up and grabbed the cock he was familiar with. As a reward for his deftness, I gave him another decent hit.
 
Sure enough, the poppers sent the kid into overdrive. With renewed energy, he started taking turns sucking the two cocks on offer. He was moaning and probably trying to pray as well, but since his mouth was hardly ever empty as he dove down on the dicks, it was hard to say.

After a few minutes of this, the man said, "This is hot and all, but it's
not exactly what I had in mind. Fuck yeah," he groaned as the boy went back on his dick.

"Oh?" I said, casually slapping my cock on the back of the little suck pig's head. "What did you have in mind?"

"You, join him," he said, nodding down at the boy. "Wh... what do you mean?" I said.
"You, on your knees. I wanna see you two suck together. Uncle and nephew on the same cock."

"I.. I don't really do that," I said cautiously. But why was my cock throbbing.

Suddenly, the hungry sucking sounds stopped, and my nephew looked up at me, both hands full of adult cock.

"It's ok, Uncle," he said, his voice a bit hoarse. "I don't mind sharing." Then he tilted the stranger's cock at me, like he was offering to share a cracker with me during snack time.

It had been a long time since I'd sucked a cock. It wasn't really my thing, but something about this scenario, and this man, made me feel almost magnetically drawn to the floor by my nephew. Before I knew it, me and the little tyke were at the same altar, praying to this sleazy guys cock.

"Yeah, now share nice, you two," the man grunted. It annoyed me, but I couldn't help but start sharing just like he demanded.

I'll be honest, it was pretty fun. My nephew thought so too--he was giggling as he controlled where the man's cock went, in my mouth or his.

Soon I felt a hand on the back of my head, and realized the man was doing the same to my nephew. He was pushing us toward each other, until we were both on either sides of his cock, moving up and down.

"Yeah, make out around my cock," he demanded. He kindly offered us the bottle of poppers to encourage us, and it worked. We both inhaled together, then started trying to kiss around the girthy cock between us.
 
This went on for a while, until the man finally let us go. Then, my nephew did something that both surprised and disgusted me.

"I have an idea," he said, wiping some of the spittle off his mouth. "Why don't you keep sucking his dick, and I'll lick his bum?"

The man let out an audible laugh. "You telling me this kid sucks ass?" he said. "Now this I have to see."

"No, no no..." I said. "Let's not--let's just wrap this up."

"Naw," the man said, standing up. He turned around and put one leg up on the stool. Suddenly both of us were confronted with his ass. It was meaty, furry, with plenty of gray hairs running down the crack. He reached back and lewdly pulled apart his cheeks, exposing his pucker.

"Now come on, you heard the kid," he said in his deep voice. "He wants you to suck my cock while he tongues out my pooper. Now don't disappoint him."

MY nephew started to lean in, but I grabbed his wrist. "No, baby," I said. "You don't have to do this. We can just go."

My nephew stared at me for a moment, but his eyes were still all glazed over from the poppers. Then, in a slightly rude way, he yanked his hand away from me and resumed diving into the beefy butt hole in front of him. I almost gagged at the sound of him sucking and lapping hungrily at the stranger's sphincter like it was his last meal.

It was too revolting to watch, so I made myself busy as the man suggested, and scooted around on the floor to resume sucking his cock.

"Yeah," the man groaned. "That's it." He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down until my face was in his pubes. "Now try to kiss, you
too. Your uncle is all the way down on my dick now, boy. See if you get your tongue so far up my shitter that your uncle can feel it."

Of course, we both knew this was biologically impossible, but I don't think my nephew did. Not by the sound of him gagging and struggling to get more of his tongue inside the man's anal passage.

Finally, the man let me go up for air, and I came away coughing and sputtering.

"Wow! Sounds like a good prayer, uncle!" my nephew said between laps and licks of the man's chocolate starfish.

The man laughed at this, and once I had composed myself, said, "Ok, ok. Time to hose down the boy. You wanna do the honor?"
 
I wiped my eyes and stood up. "What do you mean?"

"Jerk me off onto your nephew," he said, stepping away so the boy would stop munching his butt.

"Where... where do you want it?" I said, reaching forward and grabbing his slimey cock. I can't believe I was letting him boss us around like this,
just for a room in the back where I could fuck my nephew.

"Hmmm... well since you're gonna pop his cherry, I won't make him too messy for you. Will he eat it?"

"Yeah, he will, if we popper him up," I said.

The boy beat me to it. He grabbed the poppers off the counter and took another big hit. "I can eat it," he said, once he'd had his fill.

"Open that little mouth then," he said, reaching forward and doing just
that with his thumb on the boy's lower teeth. Once the mouth was opened, he gave me a nod, and I knew what to do.

I started stroking the man, and pretty soon, he was grunting. "Get ready, kiddo," I said, feeling the man begin to throb in my hand.

"Ooooh fuuuuuck," he groaned. "Didn't think I'd be feeding a little boy my morning load, but here goes," he said, and BAM -- he started spraying wildly.

I wasn't the best aim, being so out of practice, (actually, come to think of it, who HAS practiced this before? Has anyone ever had the responsibility of aiming a throbbing stranger cock at their own nephew's gaping mouth?

So you'll have to forgive that the first two thick ropes of the old man's
jizz landed squarely across the bridge of my nephew's nose, and a second glob on his chin before I finally got a good handle on the fire hose.

"Yeah, suck that cum," the man said, still spraying into the boy's mouth, coating his tongue. "Guzzle that cum you love so much, bitch baby," he said.

I thought it would never end, or that my nephew might drown, but finally,
it came to an end, and my nephew didn't even seem tired. With one last big gulp, he swallowed down the cum and was on his feet, seemingly pleased with having done his job.

"Ok, can we get the room now," I said, still stroking my own anxious cock. "What about my goodbye kiss?" the man said, peering down at my nephew.
 
"Huh?" I said.

"After a huge load like that, I think the boy owes me a kiss." "No, we don't..." I said.
"I'm tired of hearing we don't this, we don't that. Let's ask the boy." He turned to my nephew again. "He boy, can I get a kiss." He held his arms open.

Once again, my boy surprised and disgusted me. Without a second thought, he leapt into the man's arms an started giving him a sloppy kiss. I imagined
how that man's beard must have felt, and tried hard not to picture his tongue slipping into the boy's mouth. It was of course impossible.

Finally, after my nephew decided to wrap up his make-out session with the creepy old guy, it was time.

"This way," the man grunted as he finally opened the door--that door that leads to my destiny.

"You've got one hour."
