Date: Wed, 23 Jun 2010 12:42:33 -0600
From: Kyle Harrison <horny.kyle.harrison@gmail.com>
Subject: Popping my Nephew's Cherry - Chapter 13

I couldn't WAIT to get back "home"! After only a couple of days I was
starting to feel very much at home with Leon and his family. Maybe that's
because the men of the house enjoyed sex so casually, and you can't feel
like a stranger when you're naked in bed with someone!

The cab ride took way longer than I thought it would. I never thought about
"rush hour" in another country! Guess I always assumed that was an American
big-city concept. It sure never shows up on shows that give you a travelogue
of London! But there was a TON of traffic, and it took almost an hour to get
back to the house. Since it was now after 5:00, I had no hopes of having any
time alone with Patrick.

Dinner was on the table, and everyone was waiting for me, which was so sweet
of them! I ran upstairs to put my backpack away, then came back down and
took my place at the table. This time I got to sit next to Patrick, and
Maxie was across from me. Patrick and I might have fooled around a little,
but Maxie kept watching us to see if we were playing like he had played with
me, and it was distracting his mom - she thought maybe he saw something
spilled on my shirt or saw Patrick doing something, so we had to keep our
hands on the table and be good.

At one point, however, I was able to get at Patrick verbally. We were
talking about the differences between the U.K. and the U.S.A. It came around
to electricity and voltage, and I was going to ask what kind of electrical
outlets they used, but I decided, just for the pure hell of it, to surprise
Patrick. I asked aloud, "So, what kind of plugs do you use here? I'm not
sure if any of mine will fit." Of course, to everyone else at the table it
was a very boring question and comment. But to my sweet nephew, who had been
plugged up all day, it was hilarious! He nearly spit his milk across the
table, and no one else could figure out why. Ha ha! He covered well and said
that it reminded him of something funny one of his friends at school had
said, and his parents let it go at that.

When dinner and conversation were finally over, Patrick told his father that
he had wanted to take me clothes shopping. He wanted me to help him pick out
some shirts, and he had promised to find me some non-old-guy swimwear. His
father said that was fine as long with him as long as I was okay with it. I
winked at Leon and said, "Well, watching him change clothes might be
tedious, but I'll deal with it!" Then I winked at him, and he laughed
loudly.

Patrick showed me which bus we needed to catch to get to the mall. It was
fun riding this way instead of by taxi, and lots of cute guys got on the
bus, too. Patrick and I sat in the back, and our hands were on each other's
legs and up around our crotches as we rode. All too soon I had to stop
feeling him up because we had arrived at our destination. I had wanted to
ask him on the bus how it went with the plug, but there were a couple of
people in the bench right in front of us. They couldn't see us touching each
other, but they could hear every word we said, so we talked about where we
were going and other routine things.

We got to the mall, and Patrick had fun showing me different stores that he
liked and stuff he enjoyed. When we got to the large department store there,
he led me directly to the men's and boys' section. In this store they were
side-by-side, not far apart like in some American stores (or where the boys
and girls stuff is together in "children" - I always hated that!). We
checked out pants, jeans, shirts, ties, etc. Patrick is interested in a wide
variety of styles! It was so much fun looking around and watching him hold
clothes up in front of himself, asking my opinion.

After some looking, afraid we might run out of time, we ... well, Patrick
grabbed some clothes ... oh hell. I'm not going to tell this part. I'll let
Patrick do it! Now, you have to understand that it's a little embellished.
It should come as no surprise to you that Patrick LOVES to read stories on
Nifty! Later that night (the same night we went shopping), he showed me what
he'd written in his journal on his laptop. Most of the details are correct,
but I raised my eyebrows as I read some of it. He just smiled and said,
"Well, this DID happen! But we might not have done it all that way." I
laughed at his sweet, devilish innocence, and said, "Well, would you like
for guys who browse Nifty to read this?" He literally beamed and said, "Hell
yeah, Uncle! Can we do that?"

So, for you Nifty readers: here's Patrick's version of what happened at the
mall:

"I'd just got back from school and Uncle Kyle had offered to take me
shopping for some new clothes. We were at my favourite clothes store. I was
picking up different clothes and heading to the changing section, when Uncle
Kyle grabbed me and pushed me in with him. I giggled and got hard instantly.
He closed the door and locked it, smiling at me. "Now, let's look at that
plug." He slid my trousers down and pulled down my boxers. He turned me over
and bent me right over, so my plugged up hole was facing him. He ripped it
out, making me shiver and moan. He then crouched down and slid his tongue
inside me, licking up his dried cum from out of my rectum. I was leaking so
much precum from my cock. "Ugh," I groaned. I then felt him shove his index
finger inside me. "You like that, don't you," he said slyly. His index
finger was soon joined by his middle and wedding ring finger. I loved the
feeling of his wedding ring sliding inside me. It cause such a stir inside
me. "Come on, Uncle Kyle! I need the real thing!" So he ripped his fingers
out and forced his big tough cock into my hungry hole. I stumbled forward
and leant against the wall and we both worked hard on making me turn around
to face him. He was pounding me so hard, which was causing me to moan and
groan. I then pushed him to the floor gently so I was sitting on top of his
cock where I rode him up and down. I then leaned my face down and licked,
sucked and bit at my Uncle's nipples."

[There you go, Patrick! Your own words on Nifty! Take a bow, my boy!! Your
Uncle's proud of you!]

Now that I re-read what he wrote, I do remember it was SO hot to be in
another public place with my nephew, and we're naked and having sex near
people who are shopping! I guess I should have been afraid that some
security guard or store employee would hear the sounds of flesh smacking
flesh, nipples being sucked, and soft moans emerging from two throats, but I
was too lost in my lust and pleasure to worry about it! The feel of
Patrick's tight hole moving up and down on my hard pole, and his lips, teeth
and tongue working on my nipples, was quickly sending me over the edge! I
noticed that he was panting as he suckled my nipple, and I could tell he was
getting close, too. He hadn't cum all day, and he had worn that buttplug in
his ass, which kept him perpetually hard! So I grabbed his face in my hands
and said, "Patrick - you close?" He nodded, so I whispered, "Me too. Kiss me
so we don't cry out!"

He opened his lips, I opened mine, and just as our tongues met we both
exploded in unison. I felt the cum shooting out of my cock into the recesses
of his bowels just as I felt his cum shoot out of him and land on the
nipples he had just been servicing. Oh god! We would have been caught for
sure had we not been kissing each other! I felt his moan move from his
throat into me, and my noises did the same. Our joined mouths were like a
chamber of sounds, muffling them so the outside world couldn't hear. Once we
had finished cumming, we broke the kiss and he laid his head on my chest as
we both tried to catch our breath.

As soon as we could move, Patrick stood up and my cock fell out of his hole.
Please don't tell anyone about this, but we used a shirt he was going to try
on to clean the cum off of ourselves! Then we wadded it up and hid it under
the bench in the dressing room! Can you believe it?!? Once we were
presentable, we took one shirt with us, and Patrick led us to the swimsuits.
I haven't bought a swimsuit in a long time, and I always buy the shorts
style so I hadn't ever perused the Speedo brand or the skimpy styles you can
buy. How do people wear them? I mean, my nephew is hot and sexy, so seeing
him in a too-small suit was nice. I'm larger and hairier, and I couldn't
picture myself in some of those suits! A fig leaf would cover more than some
of them would!

He chose several for me to try on, and I had him accompany me into the
changing rooms. No, nothing sexual. I wasn't about to emerge from the rooms
and let shoppers in the store see me in those things! I'd have been too
embarrassed. Of course, even though we were spent, Patrick took great pains
to help me get them on and off, adjusting my cock in the confines of the
material, having me spin around so he could see my ass and bulge. We finally
settled on a turquoise-colored pair, and I also got a black pair. He loved
me in the bright yellow ones, but I really didn't want to look like an
oversized lemon drop at the pool! So he allowed me to get more subdued
colors.

After purchasing the shirt and speedos, we headed out to board the bus back
home. There were fewer riders, so we sat in back and had our hands on each
other. We also kissed a couple of times, and our conversation was freer
because we wouldn't be overheard. Patrick told me that he'd loved wearing
the buttplug at school, although he was tempted to remove it midafternoon.
It grew uncomfortable and also was chafing him. But he kept it in because he
REALLY wanted me to be the one to remove it! And I did!

We also talked about our feelings for each other, and what the future might
hold. I never wanted this week to end, but I couldn't find any way to make
it last longer, and I also didn't know how I could ever come up with the
excuse or funds for another trip to the U.K. any time soon. That made us
both melancholy, but I had my arm around him, and we leaned against each
other, drawing strength from the presence of the other.

Before we got home I told him about Carlos. He was surprised at first, then
intrigued by what Esteban had told him. Then when I explained Carlos'
physique, he almost panted with lust! Ha ha! I knew that at some point the
four of us would have to get together!

As we stepped down from the bus in front of Patrick's house, with the sun
settling low on the horizon, Patrick walked close to me and said, "Uncle,
can we play again tonight?" I said, "Of course we can, my sweet nephew! What
would you like to do?"

He hesitated, then blurted out, "Can I pop YOUR cherry tonight?"