Date: Thu, 3 Jun 2010 00:56:16 -0600 From: Kyle Harrison Subject: Popping my Nephew's Cherry - Chapter 5 I awoke the next morning and looked at the clock. It was almost noon! Then I remembered where I was - in London, where the time was 7 hours ahead of my own. For me it was like 5:00 a.m. Then I began to remember the night before: going to bed even though I wasn't tired, finding Patrick awake and horny, and then having fun with him until we were both worn out! I vaguely remembered the alarm going off at 6:15 a.m., but not much after that. Apparently my sweet nephew turned it off and ran to his own bed so our tryst wouldn't be discovered. As I relaxed naked in the large guest bed, I tried to remember the family's schedule for that Monday. The boys had school, and my brother and his wife worked a good distance from their home. That was all I could recall. I finally decided that I needed to get up and shower before anyone came home, even though I was fairly sure I had some time. As I stood up and stretched, I saw a note tucked under my alarm clock. It was in what could only be described as adolescent penmanship! Hoping it was from Patrick, I grabbed it. It read, "Uncle, hope you slept well! I'll be home at 3:00, Max at 4:00, parents at 5:00!" Below that he had written a big smiley face. Wow! I was going to have a whole hour with my teenage nephew, and then another hour with his younger brother, with no parents at home! Could be fun! I quickly showered, made my bed and put my things away (something I hadn't had time to do the night before!). Headed downstairs in the quiet house and put on a DVD. Found some ingredients for a sandwich and munched it while I watched some movie they had. Mostly it was nice to relax somewhere other than my own home where my wife and kids would be distracting me. I kept looking at the clock - there are only 2 hours between 1:00 and 3:00, but it felt like it took a lot longer for them to pass so that the desired hour of Patrick's return would arrive! Some of that time I pondered what Patrick and I could do during the hour we would have. I know he really wanted me to pop his cherry, and I wanted that to happen no matter what else we did. We wouldn't have this afternoon-time opportunity the rest of the week because of the training I would start the next day. I didn't want to rush it this afternoon, but having an hour alone (when we could make some noise) might be better than taking 2 hours at night and having to be quiet or listen for approaching footsteps. At about 2:40 I decided that this would be a great time to grant his wish, so I ran upstairs to pull back my covers. I also put the bottle of KY next to my bed on the nightstand. I looked in the guest closet and found a nice, comfy bathrobe. I smiled when I saw it, and thought Patrick might get a kick out of having me greet him wearing nothing but that! So I shucked all my clothes, threw them into the closet, and put on the robe. Back downstairs I left the TV off and sat in a chair that gave me a view of the front door. Right at 3:00 I heard a school bus pull up out front, heard the squeaky folding door open, then close, and the revving engine as it departed. A key was placed in the door lock and turned, and the door opened. I'd stood up by then, and when I was sure it was Patrick (and not someone else, or him accompanied by friends), I let the front of my robe hang open as he walked in. I smiled when I saw him look first at my semi-hard cock, then at my face! He grinned broadly as he closed the door behind him, dropped his heavy backpack, and ran to my outstretched arms. I felt the hardness growing in his jeans as he pressed up against me, and my cock responded to the pressure of his body. He looked up at me, and we kissed, our tongues briefly tangling together. But with our limited time, I broke the kiss and said in my best British accent, "Patrick, might I have the privilege of popping your cherry?" He laughed loudly, then rolled his eyes at my lousy accent. But then his face got serious and he said, "Please, Uncle. Please do that for me!" Oh my god! The earnestness in those eyes, and the plea in that voice! Almost broke my heart yet also stirred up my lust even more. I picked him up like I had the night before, kissed his lips again, then proceeded to carry him upstairs. I took him straight to my room and laid him gently on the bed. When he saw the covers turned back and the KY there, his eyebrows went up and he smiled at me. Ah, that smile! I pulled his t-shirt over his head, and he held his arms upward to make it easier for me. Then I unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants, and proceeded to pull them off. He had a sizable tent in his boxers! I stroked his hardness through the material of his shorts, but not for long. He raised his hips upward so I could pull them off. I then let the bathrobe I was wearing slide off my arms, and we were both nude and hard. I had to ask him. "Are you sure you're ready?" He just nodded at me, but he had a somewhat nervous expression on his face. So I laid down next to him, turned his face toward me, and said, "Patrick, you need to be completely honest with me. I love you SO MUCH, and I would never hurt you. We have all week to try this, ok? So let's start now - IF you want to! At any moment you aren't sure or it hurts too much, we stop and try again later, okay?" He nodded, looking a little more relaxed. I said, "You promise?" He smiled then and said, "Yes, I promise! But let's try. I've been dreaming of your cock in my bum for a long time!" Laughing, I grabbed the bottle of KY and spread some on my left hand. I lowered that hand to his nether region, brushing past his rock-hard pole and his balls. As I inserted my lubed-up index finger in his hole, I leaned down and french kissed my hot young nephew. He moaned into my mouth at the feel of the finger that was working its way in. I didn't wait long to insert my middle finger. I knew that Patrick had fingered himself with one or two fingers often, so I felt confident he could adjust to two fingers pretty quickly. I felt his hole stretching slightly as I moved both in and out, and he started kissing me more intensely! Man, I hoped we could do this! My cock was aching to replace my fingers! But I had to make sure this was pleasurable for him, too. Not wanting to waste too much time, I then inserted my ring finger. He stiffened a little at the intrusion, and gasped into my mouth. But I eased it in, and moved all 3 fingers in and out slowly. He began to adjust, and his body relaxed. He broke the kiss and looked at me. "Oh, Uncle ... never felt anything that good! Please fuck me now! I want you in me! Please! I'm ready!" Shit! I'm going to fuck my teenage nephew! Less than 24 hours since meeting him in person, I'm taking his virginity! Can't believe this! I'm almost shaking with anticipation as I withdraw my fingers from him. I position myself between his legs and grab the KY. I put some on my fingers and make sure his hole is coated with the lube. Then I pour it directly onto my cock, toss the bottle aside, lift his legs to put them on my shoulders, and aim my hard dick for his hole. Watching his face and my cock alternately, I get it closer and closer to his hole. I can't believe I'm doing this! The head of my cock starts to push past his entrance, and I look at his face. His eyes are closed, and he's wincing, but I think it's more out of anticipation that it might hurt. We're both so consumed with lust at the moment that even if it hurts terribly I'm convinced he'll tell me to go ahead! I push a little more, and feel the entire head enter him. Shit!!! Gotta stop myself from cumming right now! Want this to last! I look at him, and he's tensed up and his brow is wrinkled as if he's concentrating. I whisper, "You OK?" He replies, eyes still closed, "Yeah. Just go slow." We're both gasping as if we've just run a marathon, and yet almost nothing has happened! I proceed to stick it in, bit by bit, trying to find the perfect balance between my innate desire to put it all in now, and my sweet nephew's tolerance for pain. I was so concerned with him as I slowly entered him that it surprised me to find I was all the way in! When did that happen? I stopped and just let us both get used to the fact that I was buried in his sweet young ass. Then I pushed a little bit more, and I saw a look of blissful lust come across his face. Had I hit his prostate? I've heard that does incredible things, but I hadn't had enough experience to know it first hand! Since he looked so content, and since time was getting away from us, I started to slowly move in and out, gaining a little speed as my thrusting increased. He was rolling his head back and forth, and his dick was rock-hard again. I wanted to ask if he was okay, but it appeared he was, and I didn't want to disturb the moment with words! His tight ass felt SO good as it gripped my cock. No mouth, no hand, no pussy had given me this feeling before! I realized I was fucking him so hard that he was moving upward on the bed, but he seemed to be enjoying what was happening. Suddenly he cried out, and I was scared for a second. Then I realized what was happening - he was cumming! No one was touching his cock, and he started cumming! That put me over the edge, and I cried out just like he did as my sperm shot into his abdomen with a ferocity I had never known. It literally felt like all the cum I would ever make for the rest of my life was entering him! As our orgasms subsided, we smiled at each other. I reached down to spread his cum all over his stomach and chest, and with my cock still inside him I leaned down to kiss him. Then I asked, "How was it? How'd it feel getting your cherry popped?" He gave me a huge smile and said, "It was awesome, Uncle! Thanks so much! I'm glad you were the one who did it, too! I've wanted you to be the one to pop my cherry! It was even better than I'd imagined it." I smiled in reply and thanked him for letting an old guy like me have that privilege. As my cock softened inside him, he stared at my face and I stroked his hair and rubbed my fingers across his face. After the erotic passion, this was romance and true love. I didn't know what the future might hold for us, but no one has ever had the right to call themselves "lovers" more than we did at that moment! Still in our reverie, we were both startled by a youthful voice yelling "Holy shit!" We both turned in shock, and saw Max standing at the door to the guest room, his mouth agape as he looked at us.