Date: Sun, 07 Aug 2022 03:26:40 +0000 From: SFWolf Subject: "Hunting With Uncle Mike" - Chapter IV Categories: Gay, Adult Youth, Camping, Incest, Rural The following story is is an original work of fiction, based on some actual events. The author is over the age of eighteen. This story depicts sexual situations between adult and minor males. If this context is illegal where you reside, or you otherwise find it offensive, please do not read. Move on to a more suitable story for you. If you are under the age of eighteen, do not read this story. This story is a slow-build that will unfold over multiple chapters. I welcome feedback, both positive responses and constructive criticism, at sfwolf@protonmail.com. If you like what you're reading on Nifty, please make sure to donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ to keep this FREE site going. -Wolf Hunting With Uncle Mike CHAPTER 4 The next morning, I awoke to the sun rising behind the camper curtains. Since we weren't going out this morning, we could sleep in a while. I turned over to see Uncle Mike looking at me with a pained look on his face and we wished each other a good morning. "Sleep well, buddy?" "It was OK." "Yeah? Is everything alright with you?" "Yeah, everything's fine. I'm still weirded out by yesterday. And last night." "I am too. Do you want to talk about it?" "Not really." I paused for a few seconds to gather my thoughts. "Part of me is feeling really weird about it. And the other part of me is feeling like I wussed out on making something happen that I really wanted to." "So you do want to talk about it." He paused and reflected for a few moments. "I'm feeling really conflicted about it myself. I'm an adult, and you're 17. You're my nephew, and your mom trusted me enough to let you come here. And now I've done something irresponsible and betrayed that trust." "I was part of it. I wanted it. I wanted to do that with you so bad." "Yes, but you're too young for me to allow that to happen. Or to ask me for it." "But I want it. I wanted to jerk off with you yesterday. And I wanted to be with you last night. For a long time I've been thinking about being with you like that. You're really sexy, and I want to try..." "Kevin if we do this, we can never tell anyone. Ever. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Yes, Sir," he added for emphasis. "Yes, Sir." He opened his sleeping bag and I crawled inside, facing him again. We started kissing, but much harder and more passionately than the night before. I felt his tongue in my mouth, and so I put mine in his. He turned on his back and I climbed on top of him, feeling the firm mass of his chest muscles. I buried my face in his sternum and breathed deeply through his dense and wiry chest hair while he held me tighter than I've ever been held by anyone. His hand slid down my back and onto my ass, rubbing one side before releasing his embrace to find the other. "We're touching," I whispered as I felt our slimy, rock-hard cocks pressed together. We kissed again but very slowly, drawing out the time to really feel each other. He fingered my hole gently, and I moaned with pleasure. Then he stopped and his body tensed. "No, Kevin. We're not doing this. Not now," he said as he laid there with his body stiff and awkward. "We can jerk off together again, but you're going to be in your bag, not in mine." He opened the bag like a flap and that was my cue to move. "Ok," I said with obvious resignation. I wanted him like no other man before, but I was so afraid of the repercussions. He pulled out the lube, squirted some on his hand and handed it to me. I did the same. He began stroking his cock slow and methodically while looking right at me. I did the same, looking into his deep green eyes for some of the excitement and danger that we'd just shared in his sleeping bag. But what I saw instead was intensity, like he was willing himself to only go so far with me. He closed his eyes, turned his head to the ceiling and came fast and hard with a series of grunts, cum squirting onto his hairy chest up to his neck. Seconds after he let loose, I did too. But instead of grunts all that came out was a loud moan. We laid there in silence for a while, at least five minutes went by before we sat up. Then he produced the green bandana from his overalls pocket and tenderly wiped the cum from my cock and balls. There was a pool of cum in my belly button. He stuck his finger in it, then brought it to his mouth and tasted it, looking me in the eye as he slowly cleaned his finger off. Then he wiped the rest of my stomach. I watched his cum drip down his chest, getting caught up in the hair and dribbling towards his crotch. I couldn't let this opportunity pass, not after my mishandling of the previous night. I reached out and dragged my finger through a glob on his nipple and he didn't stop me. I did the same as him, looking him in the eye as I put it in my mouth. I'd tasted my own cum before, but his was different. Saltier, and thicker. Finally he put on his glasses and broke the silence "No one, I repeat NO. ONE. Hears about this. Am I clear?" he asked as those same green eyes seared into mine. "Yes, Sir," I whispered as looked down into my lap. He gently grabbed me by the chin and raised my head so that my eyes met his. "I want you to say that again, out loud and clear, looking me in the eye. This is serious business, Kevin. A serious, man-to-man promise." "YES SIR," I said affirmatively. "Alright. Let's get ourselves packed and out of here. You pack up in here, and I'll take care of outside. We'll get breakfast on the road." He dressed quickly and was out in less than a minute. I got myself dressed, then started rolling up the bags and getting our clothes sorted. His overnight bag was open and I could see a worn pair of his boxer briefs and an undershirt. I grabbed both, stuffing them in the bottom of my backpack then shoving the rest of my clothes on top. I finished up and joined him outside to get the rest of the camp packed up. We found an old diner in a small farm town. Even though there were booths and tables available, we sat at the counter. We had studiously avoided eye contact since I made my promise, and it continued through breakfast. Uncle Mike said nothing and I was so scared I did something to make him angry. I felt guilty, afraid and confused. My chest was tight, and my heart had the same pain that I get when I know I've done something wrong. I tried to make conversation on the rest of the trip back, but all I got were one-word answers as he stared out the windshield. I finally gave up. FUCK,' I silently screamed in my head. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I fell asleep, waking up as we left the freeway. We pulled up to the front of my apartment building and he turned to look at me for the first time in hours. "Remember your promise, buddy. Alright," he said as his eyes burned into mine again. His tone wasn't angry, just firm. "Yes, Sir" I said at the same volume as before, looking right back at him. "Alright. I love you, Kevin. We're going to talk about this more later, but first I need to clear my head." He opened up his arms and said "Hug?" I reached over and gave him the biggest tightest hug I could, and I felt his strong arms enveloping me with the same bear hug intensity I've felt many times before. We said our goodbyes and he told me to say hi to my mom. I got my things out of the camper and brought them into the apartment. Mom wasn't home, and the house was cold. I ran upstairs and dumped my bag onto my desk and found his underwear and shirt. I smelled the shirt first, pressing my head into it and breathing in his musky, male scent. It was too much for me, so I put it down. Then I turned the boxer briefs inside-out and saw the slimy drops of dried cum. Amazing. I smelled them too, and they were better than the shirt. They had a deeper, more animal scent that instantly made my dick hard. I laid down on my bed, pulled my cock out, held his boxer briefs over my face and yanked off a fast one, not even stopping to bother with lotion or spit. I came like an explosion. Then I started crying, bawling really. The kind of loud, uninhibited crying you can do when there's no one there to see or hear you. I buried my face in my pillow and let it all out. Then I fell asleep. I woke up about an hour later. I went downstairs to the kitchen and found some ziplock bags. I took one for the shirt and one for the boxers. I bagged them up and hid them in my shoebox. _________________________________________________________________________ If you like what you're reading on Nifty, please make sure to donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ to keep this FREE site going.