Date: Mon, 31 May 2010 01:52:51 -0600
From: Kyle Harrison <horny.kyle.harrison@gmail.com>
Subject: Popping my Nephew's Cherry - Chapter 2

I LOVE to travel normally - but I hate the whole process of flying. Long
lines to check in, go through security, and the tiny little seats and lack
of leg room on the plane. While I was VERY excited to go to England, the
long flight itself was interminably long! But it finally ended and we were
taxiing up to the gate at London's Heathrow Airport.

As I got out of my seat and grabbed my luggage from the overhead
compartment, I realized that my jeans felt tight. I realized that even
though my mind was focused on getting off the stupid plane, my body was
processing two different pieces of information - I hadn't jacked off in 4
days, and I was about to see my hot, sexy nephew! Those two pieces of
information had caused all the blood to go straight to my dick, and it was
now making a noticeable tent in my jeans! Fortunately the woman who was in
the seat right next to where I was standing didn't notice, and the teenage
boy sitting next to her was blushing furiously while looking at it! I winked
at him and he turned away quickly. I laughed to myself - I was a shy teen as
well when it came to sexual matters!

Finally shuffle off the plane, way slower than I want to go, and make my way
to baggage claim. While there I look at the people waiting to pick up family
and friends, many holding signs. I scan the crowd looking for anyone
familiar or any sign with my name on it. Finally, I see behind most of the
crowd two arms sticking straight up holding a sign that says "Uncle Kyle"! I
smile and also catch my breath - that must be Patrick!! I'm THAT close to
actually seeing him face to face!

I'm tempted to leave my suitcase just to go touch him, but I wait patiently.
When it finally exits on the carousel, I grab it and almost run toward that
sign. I push people aside with my bags and they part. And there, standing
before me, is the boy whose picture I've looked at again and again! Patrick
is there, still holding the sign and looking upward at it, not noticing me.
His hair is sandy colored and nearly shoulder length. His face is etched
with concentration. He has on a white dress shirt, untucked, and black
slacks that appear to be part of a school uniform. I stand there for a
moment, not trusting my own voice, and finally I say, "Nephew!"

He jumps and looks at me, nearly dropping the sign. He cries out "Uncle!" so
loudly that people turn and stare. I drop my bags and open my arms; he drops
the sign and sinks into my embrace. Oh my god! I'm holding him! I'm touching
him! He's only been a face and voice on webcam - now he's here, and we're
together! I never want this moment to end!! He pulls his face out of my
chest, and I see tears running down his cheeks! Oh, my sweet boy! He looks
up at me with his expression innocent yet lustful, and we both fight the
urge to kiss right there! Instead, I kiss him on the cheek and say, "Where's
your dad?"

At that instant I realize that we are both hard, and I'm glad his father
isn't standing there before us! Patrick clears his throat and says, "He's in
the car - he hates to find parking! He's right outside." Then he looks over
my bags and says, "Is that everything?" I nod my head, and we start heading
out the door. He moves in front, and I get to admire the way his ass fills
those slacks so nicely. One thing you can't see on cam is how sexy someone
looks when they walk! And my nephew is the sexiest! God, I can't wait until
we get to be alone! But I'm not sure how to arrange that, or even IF it'll
happen!

We walk outside, and I expect it to be daytime! But I forgot that England is
about 7 hours later than my own time zone, and when I landed at 4:00 p.m. my
time it was already 11:00 p.m. there! There are many cars parked along the
street outside, all with lights on, and Patrick confidently leads us to one
about a half block away. The trunk opens on its own as we approach, and I
stuff my bags in there as Patrick opens the door for me.  Being an American,
I'm confused when he opens what appears to be the driver's door. Does he
expect me to drive in a strange country to an unknown destination? But then
I remember that the steering wheel is on the opposite side from what I'm
used to, and he's actually opening the passenger door! I climb in and see
Leon, my step-brother, behind the wheel. He reaches out to embrace me, and I
hug him tightly. It's so good to see him again!

I'm frustrated that Patrick has to sit in the back seat. I want to be next
to him! But I've got to be patient, I tell myself. It's just hard - I waited
months for this trip, and so many hours in the airport and on the plane -
just let me at my nephew now! Ha ha! But I make small talk with my
step-brother and nephew, and also take in the sight of London at night. I'm
almost overwhelmed at all I'm experiencing in just the space of a few
minutes!

We finally get to their house. It's not big, but not small either. Patrick
insists on carrying my luggage in, so I go in with Leon and meet his wife
and his younger son, Max. He's a cutie, too! But at age 11 a little young
for my tastes. And also completely off limits. Patrick is the one I have the
relationship with, not Max! But he's still cute and friendly, and he warms
up to me quickly. I turn down their offer of coffee, and while I'm not ready
for bed yet (even though they are), I ask if I can freshen up and then maybe
get a snack afterward. Leon was going to show me to my room, but Patrick
says, "I'll do it!" He seems so eager to help that his parents smile and
say, "Sure, son. Go ahead!" I grab my heavy suitcase and Patrick grabs my
carry-on, and I follow him up some stairs. Damn! His ass is SO tantalizing
in front of me! I have seen it bare countless times in photos, and even on
cam, but moving, wiggling in front of me in 3D is about to kill me! I find
myself involuntarily licking my lips!

It's quiet upstairs. I see several doors on either side of the hallway, and
he leads me to the third on the left. He explains as we pass them that the
first one is his bedroom, the second is the bathroom, and the next is mine.
Max's room is across the hall from mine, and there's a study upstairs also
which his parents use as a home office and also is a place the boys can do
their schoolwork. When Patrick turns on the light in my room, I see it's
spacious and beautifully furnished. The bed looks inviting and big enough
for 3 people! I notice two doors and ask Patrick what they're for. The
first, on my right, is the closet - a walk-in, so I have plenty of space to
store my stuff. The other, on the left side of the room, leads into the
bathroom. Patrick shows me the bathroom itself, and walks through to another
door. With a devilish grin he explains that his room also connects to the
bathroom! I smile and also wink at him. He smiles too, then runs to shut my
door, turns and runs toward me, jumping into my arms and kissing me on the
lips! I grab his body and hold him to myself, my hands holding his ass
firmly as his legs wrap around me, and our mouths opening and our tongues
exploring each other. I moan into his mouth and just enjoy the kiss,
remembering how many nights I've jacked off imagining this very thing. We
hear footfalls on the stairs, so he stops kissing me, jumps down and says,
"Welcome to our home, Uncle!" He gives me a quick kiss on the lips, squeezes
the bulge in my jeans, and then grabs my suitcase just as the door opens.

His father peeks in and sees Patrick helping me by putting my luggage in the
closet. He smiles and says, "I just wanted to make sure he wasn't bugging
you or keeping you from getting relaxed. He's been talking nonstop about
your visit! If he gets on your nerves, just tell him you need some space,
ok? And Patrick," he said, looking at his son, "don't badger Kyle with
questions and the like. Let him relax while he's here, ok?" Patrick looked
disappointed, but then he sees my sly expression and answered his father,
"Sure, pop. I want him to relax while he's here! I'll do all I can to help,
ok?"

I had to keep from laughing at that. Leon left the room and closed the door
behind him. I embraced Patrick again and said, "We better be careful
tonight. It's just so good to see you and touch you and hear your voice!"
Then I thought of something, and I said, "Hey, would you do me a favor?
Would you guard the door while I change into my night clothes?" He laughed a
beautiful, lilting laugh, then headed for the door and stood with his back
against it. He watched me place my suitcase on the bed and open it. He
stared openly as I took off my shirt. I faced him as I unbuttoned my jeans
and pulled them down, my boxers bulging obscenely from the throbbing cock
beneath them. I even pulled them off to put on a fresh pair, and I saw
Patrick rubbing the front of his dress pants as he stared at my dick. I said
quietly, "Don't move from there, but show me yours!" He smiled and quickly
opened his slacks and underwear, and I saw his beautiful, uncut cock, the
one I'd seen on cam before, now in the flesh! Ah, caution be damned! I
crossed the room to him, still naked, and took his cock in my hand. He took
mine as well, and we began to french kiss while we stroked each other. I
knew I was about to cum, so I whispered, "We have to hurry, but I'm ready to
cum! Can you help me not make a mess?"

He looked surprised for a moment, but smiled and nodded eagerly. He sank to
his knees and took my cock in his mouth. Oh my god! He MUST have had some
experience! His tongue worked my pole, and he bobbed up and down on it like
he knew what he was doing! I moaned quietly and said, "Get ready!" Then it
erupted, and this poor boy had to endure almost a week of cum I had stored
up! I didn't want our first time to be a quickie like this, but I wasn't
sure how many opportunities we'd have! I came for what seemed like and hour,
and he licked and sucked and swallowed. Not one drop escaped his mouth! I
was impressed!

Standing up then, we kissed and I tasted my own essence on his tongue. I
stroked him a couple of times more and said, "I'm sorry, but I'll have to
take care of you later!" I quickly got new boxers on, then sweat pants and a
t-shirt. That's what I usually sleep in. He watched me approvingly, still
rubbing the front of his pants. Man, I wish I could satisfy him right now!
But we needed to make an appearance. I left my suitcase on the bed, walked
to him, kissed him quickly, then said, "Let's go." And we headed out the
door and back downstairs.