Date: Sun, 03 Jul 2022 09:26:14 +0300 From: Ben Craig Subject: Time with my nephew part 8 The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. This story may depict sexual situations between minor males, and minor males with adults if reading such is illegal where you reside, or you are not at least 18 years of age, please read at your own risk. This work is the property of the author, BenCraig, and should not be re-posted or reproduced without his permission. ©2022 Ben Craig. Please donate to Nifty to keep this archive free. Address all comments to: poobottom@outlook.com Time with my nephew part 8 (half term part 4) About three in the morning I noticed one of the boys stirring. `Are you ok?', I whispered. `I need to poo', whispered Adam, `real bad, I don't think I can hold it. I can't get the sleeping bag undone. `Calm down, I'm here.' I unzipped the boy's sleeping bag and took him by the hand. We crept out of the tent and ran to the toilet block. `It's coming out my bottom.' He was right some poo dropped on the floor as we ran for the toilet. `Here we are', I said as I shoved him into a cubicle. Adam sat down and released his poo. I then realised there was no door to the cubicle. I looked at the other cubicles and there were no doors on any of them. `How odd', I thought. `I'm done', the boy said, `there's no poo paper though.' Oh dear in my haste I left that in the tent. `Hang on I will go and get it.' As I walked in the dark to the tent I stood in something squishy. I grabbed my foot and smelled my finger. Yep it's was the piece of poo that had come out of Adam's bottom. `One piece of poo one huge field', I softly cursed. In the tent I grabbed the bag that had the baby wipes and poo paper (as Adam had called it). I smiled at the description as I took said poo paper out and the baby wipes. Quickly I walked back to the toilet block. Just as I got there a big man entered before me. I hurried to the cubicle that had Adam sitting waiting patiently.I handed him the items and stood in front of the open door. The man had moved in the cubicle next to us and grunted. Big trumps followed and and explosion of poo followed them. `Oh shit', the man said, `no shitting shit paper. Oi mate you got any shit paper.' Adam giggled at the rudeness of the man. I handed him our poo paper from around the corner. We escaped quickly but made a point to surreptitiously glance at the man as he wiped his big bottom. We ran back laughing. `Ssstt' I said putting my finger on my lips. Quietly we crept back in the tent. Aden had not noticed a thing. Adam slipped back in his sleeping bag and I zipped him up. I have no idea what possessed me but I kissed his lips and said `goodnight.' `Goodnight', said the boy as if it had been the most normal thing that I kissed him on the lips. We all woke up around 8 and walked to the shower. As Frank had mentioned it was a bank of showers with no partitions. Only one boy a similar age to the boys was using it. He was very interested in the boys' willies as they were in his. For a young lad he was extremely hairy even his buttocks were covered in black hair. We showered and tried not to take too much notice of the staring. `Time to go', I told them. We have to get some breakfast. If I was totally honest I was hoping to see Frank again. As we walked into the canteen there were loads of people. Predominantly middle aged but some younger boys. `Ben', I heard someone shouting. It was Frank. `I saved a table.' We walked up to Frank and sat at the table. A naked waiter came up and asked us if we wanted any breakfast. All four of us had a full English. `How did you sleep', asked Frank. `I told him the story of what happened in the night.' `Blimey you should have come to my caravan. Look there's plenty of room please stay there.' I felt a foot creeping up my leg and some toes were tickling my balls. Both boys were sitting next to me so it could only be Frank. I gently brought my hand down and stroked the foot. The toes started to tickle my willy. Quickly I pushed the foot away. I was getting hard and it would be difficult walking out with a stiffy. Frank grinned. `Are you boys going to the pool?' They looked at each other. `There was a pool?' `It's just over by the tall chimney there', Frank pointed. `Can we Ben?' `Of course, be careful though your tummies are full with breakfast. They ran off straight away. `Now where were we', Frank said as his foot came up. I gently pushed him away. `You are making me hard', I said softly. `That's the idea. Come on.', he grabbed my hand. I took his hand and covered my growing willy with the other. Frank however proudly showed of this erection as he walked through the canteen. No one took much notice at all. When we arrived at the caravan we sat outside and chatted for a very long time. All things wee and poo were discussed as well as the boys. `It's great to find a person who loves the things I love', said Frank. `The most amazing thing is that you and the boys use the same language I use. It's so rare.' I had to agree. I told him about the bed sessions I had with the boys. `Oh goodness that is stuff I'm dreaming off.' Frank's willy was now fully erect and prespurts were slowly rolling out. I sank to my knees and took him in my mouth soon he pulsed sweet spurts down my throat. `Hold it in', he now stated to wee. Greedily I drunk as much as I could before I could no more and the golden liquid ran down the sides of my mouth. Frank stood up and kissed me greedily. `Take me now', he said leading me into the caravan. I pumped my willy deep inside him and filled him with my spurts. We layed on the bed for ages. After a long while Frank said `let's go and find the boys.' At the pool we found a couple of chairs and sat to watch the boys play. When they spotted us they climbed out. Adam sat on my lap and Aden on Frank's. A glorious feeling to have your willy nestled between two smooth boy buttocks. It was obvious that Frank enjoyed it too. Adam lifted his bottom scratched his poohole sat back down and sniffed his finger. `Adam', I said. The boy looked at me. `Can I sniff your finger please?' `What?' `You keep scratching you poohole and sniffing your finger.' `I don't.' As I thought, it was a complete automatic action he was not aware of. I took his hand and gently brought the middle finger to my nose. It was a lovely musky smell that I found. My willy started to grow. `Just how did these guys keep me so horny.' `Lift your bottom a bit', I told him. He lifted his right buttock. I quickly slid my middle finger in between the half globes and scratched the tight little poohole, gently inserting my finger up to the first joint. Then I jiggled my finger. The boy moaned loudly. `Ohhh.' I took my finger out and brought it to my nose. I inhaled deeply. `Ahhh pure heaven. Love potion number 9 for sure.' My willy was now so hard it was like it never spurted earlier on. He brought his mouth to my ear. `Will you do the big thing to me like you did with Aden?' I picked him up and carried him to the caravan. There I put him on the bed and licked his little poohole until it was dripping with my spit. I gently pushed my willy against his little brown star and entered him. He gave a little squeal when the head popped in fully. I gently pushed further until I was in completely. Very gently I moved in and out until I spurted. As I pulled out he was crying. `Did I hurt you?' `No, I'm just happy', he sobbed. `Let me check your poohole.' Up went his little bottom. I gently licked away my spurts that were pumping out. As I did that the other two walked into the bedroom. `It's my turn', said Aden as he stood behind his friend's bottom and inserted his willy. Being smaller than mine it did not hurt as much. He reached his crescendo very rapidly. Frank rapidly licked the offering that pulsed out of Adam's poohole. `Please Frank, now you', the boy begged. He was insatiable now he had the taste. Frank did not need asking twice and added his load to our two loads. After this Adam's poohole started showing severe fatigue so to speak and a little blood appeared. I gently wiped his bottom with a baby wipe and told him there was no sex anymore today or tomorrow for his poohole. I also warned him that his poo may be a bit runny tomorrow. After this wonderful session we spent the day lounging in the sun near the caravan. In the evening Frank and I went to the village and got a Chinese. We picked up a couple of beers for us and some shandy for the boys. At nine o'clock all four of us disappeared to bed the boys in one bed and Frank and me in the other.