Date: Mon, 21 Jun 2010 23:27:15 -0600 From: Kyle Harrison Subject: Popping my Nephew's Cherry - Chapter 12 I moved quickly across the hallway while I heard Patrick pulling on his clothes. Man, I'd love to be a fly on the wall at his school! See him sitting in class, squirming as he feels the buttplug being pushed up into his hole, keeping my cum in there! Or to watch him walking down the hallway, surrounded by hot teen boys, knowing that he was holding onto a memento of sex that morning with his uncle while he made small talk with his mates! Maxie was still lying in his bed. He had kicked off the comforter but still had a sheet over him. Even through his pajamas I could see he was tenting. Damn! Both of these boys wake up horny! I had an idea on how to wake him up, but I wanted to see if he was really asleep or not. I nudged his shoulder gently and said in a half-whisper, "Maxie! Wake up! Time for school!" He groaned a little and smacked his lips but didn't stir otherwise. Gently I pulled the sheet off of him, and then I carefully tugged at his pajama bottoms and pulled them down to his knees. I licked my left index finger to get it good and wet, then as I lowered my mouth onto his erect little dick, I moved my hand underneath his ass, found his hole, and started to wiggle my finger into it at the same time my mouth made contact. His ass rose up off the bed, his head turned from side to side, and he moaned so loudly I thought Patrick would come running! I stuck more of my finger in, which made him move his ass up more, which shoved more of his cock into my mouth. I sucked vigorously and began to slowly finger-fuck him. Suddenly I felt his hands on my head and he began thrusting his hips, fucking my face. I glanced up at him, and his eyes were still closed. I think he was dreaming. Then, between gasps, he said, "Oh, Mr. Cassiday! Oh!" My eyebrows went up but I kept on sucking and fingering him. Now I've got to ask Patrick who Mr. Cassiday is!! Without warning, Maxie cried out "Aaahhh!!" and cum started to shoot into my mouth!! I was surprised but also very glad! I sucked it down, and it was like drinking pure honey! As his orgasm subsided, his hands fell off my head and he resumed snoring! Boy, he has weird sleep patterns! I removed my finger from his ass, sniffed it and licked it (it tasted like my Patrick, whose gift from the night before left residue!), then stood up. Let's try something different! I leaned down, opened my mouth, and started french kissing my young nephew. His breathing changed as he started to breath through his nose, and his tongue found mine at the same instant that his eyes popped open. Then, still kissing me, he smiled broadly, wrapped his arms around my head, and pulled me in tighter! I laughed through our kiss, put my arms under his body and lifted him up. I carried him down the hall and (carefully) down the stairs, kissing him all the way! I sat him at the breakfast table and said, "I'd love to play some more, but your bus will be here in 15 minutes! You might want to get some clothes on!" Laughing loudly, he said, "What for? I've got the hottest body at my school. Why can't I go like this?" And he stood up on the chair and began to dance seductively in the nude! I laughed again, and Patrick, who was trying to finish some toast, just rolled his eyes. He stopped dancing and got down to business. I was doubtful, but in 15 minutes he was dressed, his hair was messy but he'd run a comb through it, and he grabbed an apple on the way out the door. As they left, Patrick turned and asked, "Uncle, how are you getting to your training?" I explained that my training didn't start for another hour and that my company had already arranged for a taxi to pick me up and bring me back. I kissed him quickly, then asked, "Do you still have my gift with you?" He grinned and said, "Hell yeah! Feels awesome!" Walking down the sidewalk to catch up with his brother and board the bus, which had just arrived, he stopped halfway and turned back. "Hey, Uncle - can you take me clothes shopping this afternoon? And I get to pick out a swimsuit for you too, remember?" I smiled at him and said, "That's right! Yeah, I'll take you! If it's okay with your parents. And while you're trying on clothes, I'll check and see if you are still 'full' or not!" He laughed musically, turned and walked faster toward the bus. Within seconds they were both on it, and it drove off down the street. About a half hour later - during which I laid on the couch and tried to rest my tired old body! - my taxi pulled up out front. I grabbed my backpack and walked out to it. I was hoping that my casual attire wouldn't be a problem in this country. The tech company I work for back in the States allowed us to dress in jeans and nice t-shirts, and no one had said I'd have to do any differently at this training I was at. I hate dressing up - I hate ties and suits and dress shoes and all that stuff! Just let me be comfortable! I was also a little worried about the training. Not the difficulty - I knew the subject fairly well, but my company had to have proof on file that I had completed a thorough training of it. I wanted to be able to zone out and not concentrate if it got boring ... and possibly think about all the sex I'd had since I got to England! Well, if the class consisted of just 6 of us in a small room, I wouldn't be able to do that very easily. If the room were larger and there were more than 20 people, then I should be able to fake it and relax. When the taxi got to the destination, I gave the driver the voucher that guaranteed payment from my company. The building was HUGE! I walked inside and found directions to my training sessions. As I entered the room where it was held, I let out a sigh of relief. It was a large, stadium-seating auditorium, and there had to be at least 200 people in there! I didn't mind finding a seat in the back. I checked my iPhone for emails, and also checked my Facebook. I was surprised to find a note on there from Patrick! I guess he used a computer at school, because it was from that morning. His message said, "In Earth Sciences we learned about reservoirs! When my teacher asked if we knew of any nearby, I wanted to raise my hand! LOL" I chuckled as I read that. Must mean his buttplug was still in place!! The training was predictably boring, so I decided to check out the eye candy in the room. Since I was a few thousand miles away from my wife, I decided I could have some fun flirting! I had removed my wedding ring in the taxi and it was safely in my pocket. I found a few good looking younger guys. But many of the men in the room were older or just very stuffy and formal. Oh well. Who needs another guy when I have my Patrick? After an interminable 90 minutes we got to take a break. I was worried about finding a bathroom I could use in less than an hour with that many guys in attendance (since tech jobs tend to be heavily male), but I was also hoping the bathrooms had no dividers between urinals so I might get to at least get to peek at some dick. There were three restrooms spread along the corridor. I also noticed outside the door to the auditorium (but inside the building) that caterers had set up tables with snacks! Awesome! I hadn't had much breakfast, and munching on something would make the time pass faster in the training. There were longer lines for the food than for the bathrooms, so I headed to the farthest one so I'd face fewer lines. There was still a line inside, and I happily noticed that there were four urinals side by side - no dividers - and also four stalls across from them. I waited in line for the urinals. Finally got in to the second one, and as I took my dick out and started to empty it I glanced discreetly to each side. Just old hands holding old, wrinkled dicks. All business - pee and go. I had finished off two cups of coffee and a bottle of water that morning, so I had more to unload. The old guy on my right finished and left, and I kept peeing. Someone else stepped up to take his place, and once he was letting his stream go I chose to (again, very discreetly) glance over. OH MY GOD! He was fucking HUGE! It had to be at least 6 or 7 inches of limp meat he was holding! Without realizing it, I muttered out loud, "Holy shit!" As he chuckled, I realized what I'd done. I was bright red and also nervous he'd say something homophobic, but I took a chance and looked at his cock, then at his face. When I looked up at him, he was looking down at himself but also grinning. I gasped. This guy could have been Esteban a few years ago! There was no doubt they were at least related, and probably brothers! I went back to watching my cock empty itself, then peeked at his again. He'd finished urinating, but he was still milking the last few drops from his mammoth member, and it almost looked like he was stroking it! I glanced around the room and realized that we were the only ones left. I decided to be bold. "Damn, you're huge!" He chuckled again as his cock started to get hard. He glanced around the room, and even peeked under the doors of the stalls. This bathroom was out of the way enough that we were alone. He turned back toward the urinal and looked down at me. I was hard. "Nice!" was all he said. That was all the invitation I needed. I tentatively reached out my right hand toward his cock, and he removed his own hand. Have you ever held a cock that could be a wrist because it was so big? Shit!!!!! It felt magical. It was soft. It was hard. It was growing! I just gently stroked it and marveled at all the sensations I was feeling. After a moment I realized he was reaching for mine, so I removed my hand and let him grasp it. I was definitely getting the better end of this deal! He was now solidly hard, but not done growing. This thing had to be at least 9 inches in my hand. I moved lower on him and could feel these wrecking-ball-size testicles down below. I bet he could cover my entire body with his load! We stood there stroking for a few minutes, then I asked if he wanted to do more, then or later. He looked like he was thinking, then said, "I gotta get back to work." Only then did I realize he was wearing the green vest and name tag of the catering service that was taking care of our food! I said, "And I need to get back to the session. But you can't go back with that in your pants! You'll look deformed!" He actually laughed at that, and I began to stroke him faster. His eyes closed momentarily and he leaned his head back in enjoyment. His hand also started to go faster on my own dick, but I was already so close to cumming just because I had this miniature tree trunk in my fist! Being a married guy who meets up with men on the side, I don't exactly have a wide variety of sexual experiences to draw on first-hand. Most of my recent knowledge comes from watching porn online. And one thing I've noticed on many porn videos - especially delicious webcam videos where some proud stud wanks in front of his webcam - is that the bigger the dick, the longer it takes the guy to cum. So I was expecting this to go on for a while, and was pleasantly surprised when he started gasping and thrusting his cock into my hand. I kept jacking him off, and when it looked like he was going to cum, I bent over quickly and tried to take his cock into my mouth so I could enjoy his load. Yes, I said "tried," because his pole was SO damn huge I couldn't get much more than the head of it into my mouth! And it kept expanding as he shot load after load after load into my throat. I had to breathe through my nose and swallow as fast as I could, and I still couldn't catch it all! He kept involuntarily moving his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth and stretching my lips as far as they would go as the orgasm overtook him. He finally quit spurting, but I kept on sucking and even ran my fist over his cock to milk it of any remaining seed. I even reached down and squeezed his ponderous balls, which elicited a moan from deep in his throat. I kept on sucking as his cock lost most of its rigidity. Even limp, his cock was still so thick! But I could fit more of it down my throat as it softened. He put his hands on my head and guided me as I finished him off completely, then pushed my head away and went into the stall to grab some toilet paper for both of us - for him to dry his cock off, and for me to wipe my face. I went to the mirror, grateful that no one had walked in on us, and saw traces of cum all over my face, especially on my chin. I got it all off, then turned to Carlos. He was buttoning up his pants, and you could still see an impressive bulge his cock made in them. He approached me, kissed me on the lips, and said, "Let's talk later! I gotta run." Once I made sure my appearance wouldn't arouse any suspicion, I made my way back to the auditorium where the session was already underway. Oh well ... who cares? Let's see: would I rather (1) listen to some boring presenter spend 10 minutes introducing herself; or (2) suck off a 9-inch dick that's attached to a teenager? Um... I'll go for Number 2! Ha ha! On a whim, I sent Patrick a message on Facebook asking if Esteban had any brothers. It took him a while to respond, but when he did, he said, "Yeah, one older one. Carlos. Goes to college. Caters too. Wants to be a chef." Bingo! I just sucked off Esteban's big brother! Wow! But now I needed to make sure he didn't freak out if he discovered that I'd just sucked HIS brother the night before! Man, this is turning out to be one hell of a trip!! In a good way, of course! At lunch and during the afternoon snack, Carlos and I exchanged glances as he served the food and carried trays back and forth. We didn't get to speak, but at the end of the afternoon break I gave him a card with my cell phone number on it and my personal email address. I told him to text me during my last session that day. He nodded and went back to work. Finally, at about 3:30 - thirty minutes before my training was to end - I got a text from an unknown number. It was Carlos! He asked if I wanted to hook up that evening, and if I had a place to go. That probably meant he was living at home, but not necessarily. I texted back that I was staying with relatives of my own so I didn't have a place either. I also had to meet my nephew that afternoon. However, I would be in London all week. Perhaps we could get together another day? He delayed in replying, probably because he was having to get things put away. When he did send me a message, it read, "We can do that. Might even be able to hide out in my catering truck for some more fun. If I may ask, who's your nephew?" I was wondering if he was putting two and two together. I gave him Patrick's name and waited. Soon enough a reply came back: "So YOU'RE Uncle Kyle!" Oh shit! Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I weakly typed to him, "Yeah. How did you know?" Okay, that was lame, but I didn't want to give too much away! "He told me about last night. I'm not mad. Can we talk before you go? Too much to text." I replied that we could, and I could slip out right then if he wanted. He said that was fine. I carefully gathered up my backpack and materials and headed toward the back of the auditorium. I was nervous but also curious. He was standing near the door to the loading area, actually smiling! We walked a ways apart so no one was near. He said, "I can't believe you're the one who sucked me off today! You see, Esteban knows I'm gay. The parents don't know, but he and I have always been close. Well, last week I caught him and Sean wanking each other. Sean was scared shitless, but Esteban told him it was OK. I thought it was sweet that they liked each other. Then last night Esteban came running into my room and closed the door fast. He was out of breath with excitement! He told me that at the pool he'd run into Patrick and his Uncle Kyle, and that the two of them had sex and let Esteban and Sean watch! "Okay, at first I freaked out and wondered if I should call the police. But Esteban got mad and told me not to. He explained that it was all Patrick's idea, and that Patrick had been flirting with his American uncle for months now. And Esteban was SO excited that he got to watch somebody fuck somebody else! Later he told me you sucked him, too. But he wanted to try fucking after watching you and Patrick go at it. So..." He faltered and his cheeks reddened slightly, then he continued. "... so I let him fuck me last night!" I was shocked at first, but I thought it was WAY cool! "How was it?" I asked. He grinned broadly and said, "I haven't been fucked in a while, and he was good! He told me he just copied what he saw you do. I was impressed! Now I know why he raved about your blow job, too. You give good head, mate!" I smiled and thanked him. I told him I definitely wanted to do more with him that week, then half-jokingly suggested we might try getting Patrick and Esteban together with the two of us. His eyebrows went up and he said, "Yeah, that could be fucking hot!" I made sure I had his cell number correctly stored in my phone, then told him I needed to catch a cab back to Leon's house. Patrick was waiting for me! And I didn't mention it to Carlos, but I needed to see if my sweet nephew made it all day with his plug in place!