The darkness scared me. I reached blindly for my uncle, and soon found his big, warm hand. Instantly I felt safer as he wrapped it around my tiny hand and pulled me forward, leading me into the darkness.

Soon my eyes adjusted, and I could see that we weren't in a room, but a long, narrow hallway. Everything was black--for some reason, whoever made this place had painted all of the walls, the floor, even the ceiling the same color black. The lights were so dim it was pretty silly to even put them there. I could even tell my uncle was having a hard time seeing, as he ran his hand against the wall to lead me down.

"This is a weird church," I said. It was true. The church at home, where Dad worked, was completely different. White walls and ceilings, with lots of windows and big, bright lights. Not like this cramped, narrow, dark and kinda scary place.

"Well, it's a different kind of church," my uncle said. "The Church of Cock."

"Church of Cock," I said, agreeing. "What... what's the service like?"

My uncle didn't say anything for a while. He had gotten to the end of the hallway and stopped, looking both ways. Then he smiled. "Here we go." He turned right, and soon it was much easier to see. I realized pretty quickly why. On this end of the hallway there was a room that was much brighter. It was still dim, but the whole thing was lit with a cold, blue light. And I could easily see it was a big open shower, like the one at the YMCA where my daddy sometimes took me swimming. Unlike that shower, though, this one was totally empty, with no old men showering in their speedos and stuff.

"Well, first... do you remember being baptized?"

I giggled at this as he led me into the shower room. "Of course not! I was just a baby!"

My uncle laughed too. "That's right. Silly me. Well, you know what baptism is, right?"

I nodded, now that my uncle could see me in the blue light. He was leading me over to one side of the wall, where he turned on the water for two of the shower heads next to each other.

"Well, first we need to do a little baptism. Cause we're a bit dirty, aren't we?"

I nodded again, knowing he was right. I'd had fun with my friend outside, but I knew I was a little bit icky from all that had gone on. Some of the man's special milk was still on my face, and I think some of his butt hairs were stuck on my forehead.

"Ok, come here buddy," he said leading me into the water. I was scared at first, but soon I felt how warm and comforting it was, and I relaxed. "There we go," he said. "Now take a hit, and I'll clean you up."

He didn't have to tell me twice. I was eager to see what it would feel like to take poppers in the shower, so I grabbed the bottle from him and inhaled deeply. I felt them wash over me as my uncle took them from me, took a hit himself, and then turned to me with his goofy "poppers smile."

"Now come here," he said. I was too dizzy to move, but it didn't matter. My uncle bent down and picked me up, so that I was wrapped in his arms, my legs around his waist. In no time, we were doing the adult kissing that I loved so much. It seemed like it had been years since my uncle taught me to kiss. I remember being a bit grossed out by it, but now, I craved it. Before he even started to go deep with the kiss, I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue in. Don't ask me how it happened, but over the course of this week, I had learned that there was one desire stronger than any other in my life: to have some part of my uncle's body inside my body. Whether it was his delicious nutsack, his beautiful penis, or even his sweaty old bum hairs, I was happy to take him into my body. His thick, wet, adult tongue was no exception--I sucked so hard, it was like I was trying to suck his tongue right out of his mouth. If it hurt, he didn't protest.

Soon, the kiss grew even more romantic as my uncle reached forward to get some soap from a dispenser on the wall. Soon I felt his hand that wasn't supporting me soaping up my back and neck, massaging me as we made out.

We could have done that forever, I think, but then something happened that made me snap back to awareness. I suddenly realized my uncle's hands weren't on my back or neck anymore. They were on my bum. And not just on my cheeks--his soapy fingers were running up and down my crack!

In my surprise, I pulled away from his kiss to look him in the eye. He just gave me that big, silly grin that always made me grin--though I still tired to screw up my face to show him my confusion.

"Relax, baby," he said. "I just need to clean you up down here for church."

"Why... why down there?" I said. It was a weird feeling. No one had ever touched me there, not even my daddy. It wasn't bad... but it felt so strange and tickly.

"Well, why don't you tell me a little more about what you know about your new religion, babe," he said, still soaping up my bum.

Hmmm... good question! This was like in Sunday school at regular church, when they quizzed us on bible stuff. I started to think, then list off the lessons I'd learned.

"Well, first of all, your cock is my new God. That's the most important part! It's super big and huge and important, and it loves to be worshipped! When you worship it right, it sprays its special man milk. Cum. That stuff is made in the balls. And it's really awesome, like fireworks! KABOOM!" I said in a high-pitched voice.

My uncle laughed and kissed my nose. "That's right. And what about when you swallow that stuff?"

A felt a little grin cross my face as I thought about that. The whole idea of swallowing the cum was still new to me (despite the fact that I'd swallowed a warm load from a stranger less than five minutes ago). If you had told me before this trip that I'd be swallowing the stuff my uncle shot out of his dick, I'd probably have puked at the thought! Now, though, it got me really hot and bothered. Sure, there were still some gross aspects about it. Sperm was slimy and chunky, and it didn't exactly taste like candy. But something about the idea of swallowing it, of putting it in my tummy, was so exciting. Even the man I just met, though I had no idea who he was, the concept of me transferring the gunk in his balls into my tummy just got me so... well, happy!

"It's extra special," was the only way I could think of putting my thoughts into words. It didn't help that my uncle was now swirling and tickling my little butthole.

"That's right," he said, giving me another wet kiss. "It's extra special. Do you know why?"

Slowly my uncle set me down, and he turned me to face him. Once again I was faced with his crotch, though his hard on had gone down somewhat. Without having to be told, I knew what he wanted. Probably because it's what I wanted to. I wanted to wash and baptise his cock, just like he had done to me. I toddled over to the soap dispenser, let the pink stuff fall into my hands, and then reached forward to start washing my uncle's genitals.

"Ummm... is it because it goes in me... in my body?" I said, gingerly lifting up his heavy nutsack to wash those hairy balls.

"That's right," he said, putting his hands behind his head as he thrust his hips forward. I giggled, grabbing his bouncing dick to begin washing it while I listened. It was feeling more and more like I was in church. The lesson he was giving me reminded me so much of the talks my daddy used to give up on stage at church--though this one was a lot more interesting! Dad's sometimes put me to sleep, but I was hanging on my uncle's every word, and his cock.

"See, you know how your daddy always says you have to let Jesus into your heart? Well it's the same in the Church of Cock."

Uncle took a big hit while he talked, and gave me some, too. It was fun, getting all high and making sure his penis was squeaky clean.

"When you let me cum down your throat--or any man for that matter--you are essentially letting him cum on your heart. Doesn't it feel like it hits you right here when I squirt?" To illustrate his point, my uncle thumped his hard cock against the center of my chest, right over my heart.

"It does," I said, giggling at the soap flying around from his cock swinging.

"Well, there's a little problem," he said.

I looked up at him with wide eyes, now feeling concerned. "What problem?"

"Well, you've got plenty of holy cock snot on TOP of your heart. But what about the bottom? After all, aren't you supposed to love god from the bottom of your heart?"

This thought was very confusing. What did he mean? Was he talking about my actual heart?

"Wouldn't it drip down?" I said.

"No, not with a big heart like yours," he said, once again whacking me with his dick. "But don't worry. There's another way in. A way to the bottom of your heart, too. But it's... not as easy as the top way."

"What... what is it?" I said. Not easy? This was getting complicated! "Here. I'll show you." After quickly towelling me off, my uncle picked me up again and took me back out into the scary, dimly lit hallway. Even though it was super creepy, I still loved being in his big, strong arms. I didn't feel all that scared, as long as he was with me.

Eventually we made it down to a door at the very end of the hall, and my uncle nudged it open with his shoulder to let me in. It was only slightly brighter than the hallways outside, thanks to a big red light bulb at the top. The room wasn't very big, either--not even as big as the bathroom in Daddy's church.

Against the far wall was something sorta like the booths we sometimes sit in when we go to the diner, me and Dad. Except these ones didn't have a back to them, so they were more like cushy stools with that poofy red cushions on top. Not the type like on a couch, but the kind they had on furniture that you didn't mind spilling on.

"Uncle, what are we doing in here?"

I plopped my nephew down on the cushions along the one wall. I didn't bear to think how many men had shot their loads on the exact place he was now laying, naked, looking up at me. So much for a shower. If you used a UV-light to look for stains in this room, it would look like a fucking murder scene due to all of the spermies men had dumped on and in each other.

Sure enough, my load would be joining theirs in holy union soon enough.

I bent down and nuzzled my face into my nephew's, giving him a long kiss. "This is the room where I'm gonna pop your cherry, baby boy." "Pop my... huh?" he looked up at me, but he forgot his question midway through as I pulled up the poppers bottle to his nose and gave him a huge hit.

"Just relax, boy. I'll walk you through it." And with that, I began to move him into the position I wanted. The box he was lying on was against the wall, which limited me a bit into the angles I'd be able to get into.

So I quickly switched things around, pulling the boxes out from the wall, my nephew riding up on top like some slutty little Cleopatra. I had the bench running along the narrow way now, so it made a bridge in the center of the room, stretching from one wall to the next. This allowed me to easily step over my nephew to get at him from any angle. Perfect.

Slowly I reached down and lay him on his stomach, using an extra ugly cushion to prop up his hips. Then I climbed behind him and took a look, earnestly, at what I was about to plunder.

I'd seen it before, plenty. We'd spent a week galivanting around in the woods together, and I'd be a damned liar if I said I hadn't stared at his little ass every chance I got. But seeing it here, in this context, laid out in front of me in this disgusting back room, gave the situation a whole new level of obscenity and, frankly, desire.

His little cheeks were so tiny, like little plump peaches in the red light. There of course wasn't a hair in sight, and the cheeks were so pudgy and pert that they showed nothing of the hole I knew was inside.

I'd like to tell you that I took my time slowly parting his cheeks, staring lovingly at the hole, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. But the atmosphere just didn't call for that. (Not to mention, my schedule didn't

really allow for that kind of slowness.)

This wasn't the kind of atmosphere where men took care with their desires. This was a place where animal instinct took over, where men took and boys gave.

We were no longer in the peaceful, Eden-like atmosphere we had been in before. In some ways, we had change denominations in the Church of Cock. The days of playful games in nature were over. Now we were here, in a sex den, ready to devour and exorcise.

So instead, I pulled apart his cheeks and dove in face first without waiting. I munched his little booty like I hadn't eaten in weeks. I only emerged for air every few minutes to take an enormous hit of poppers before going back to a rapid-fire tongue fuck on his unused cunt.

The boy loved it, and happily held onto the poppers while I was busy eating him out. He giggled and squealed and whined and moaned as I propped at him, snorting his poppers like there was no tomorrow.

Finally, I knew it was time. I sat up, wiping the saliva from my face, and scooted forward.

"Now baby," I said, lining my cock up with his now wet little pink pucker. "What's going to happen next is going to be... hard. See... I need to get my cock up into you this way." I nudged at his hole a little with the slimy head of my cock.

"You... you do?" he said, turning around, eyes wide. I couldn't tell if what I was saying had actually registered yet. He was still glazy in the eyes, but I think I saw some concern on his face as well. He must have been feeling the pressure down on his little butthole.

"I do. It's what God wants." It was true. In this scenario, my cock was his god. We both knew this. And there's no doubting it, looking down at my throbbing schlong at the gates of heaven (for me) and hell (for him), God wanted to bust right through those gates all the way, to make them nice and pearly, just like the bible.

"Oh fuck," I groaned at my own disgusting train of thought as I took a huge hit of poppers. Then I leaned forward and handed them to the boy. "You're gonna need these more than me. Now get ready to praise God, and take the biggest hit of your life."

And those were the last words my nephew heard as a virgin. I gave him a few seconds to really take a hit, and he wasn't kidding. It was the biggest one of his little life. Which was a good thing, because when he finally finished and managed to get the cap back on, he lost his virginity.

My nephew, the son of my religious brother, lost his butt virginity to his uncle on a Sunday morning in the back room of a scuzzy off-the-highway porn shop while high as a kite. I wonder what Jesus would say about that.

Speaking of which, I found myself inducing the name of the Old Gods as I sank my cock head into the kiddo. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" I yelled as I pushed forward. "You're squeezing me like the devil!"

Funnily enough, he was sounding like the devil too. Instead of the high-pitched cries I was expecting, the boy started to growl and rumble, as though he were possessed by a demon.

Of course, he wasn't possessed by a demon. He was just possessed by the fat head of my cock burrowing deeper and deeper past his first anal ring.

At my old church, I used to shut my eyes real tight when it was time to pray. My daddy up front used to tell us to close our eyes and listen for God, to let Jesus fill up our hearts. I would keep my eyes clenched shut, thinking hard to myself, "I'm open, God. Come fill me up!"

I would never have admitted this to my daddy, but I never felt anything. I was praying and praying as hard as I could, but I never felt any different. Other people in the church did. You'd hear them shout or holler or start singing as the lord filled them up. I always wondered if maybe there was something wrong with me. Did God love me?

But as I lay there in my new church, my legs wrapped tightly around my uncle's waste in that strange, dark, room, I figured out what the problem was. I had been praying to the wrong god all along. Because when the Cock God came to fill me up, oh boy, I felt it.

Saying "felt it" is almost too much. Maybe it was the poppers, but it was more like I experienced that dick with my whole body.

Of course, at first, it hurt so bad! Now I knew why people shouted when the Lord filled them up at church. When he first burst into my pussy, I felt like I was going to pass out. I saw stars in my eyes that I knew weren't just from the poppers.

Then came the scream, either seconds or hours later--it was hard to say. Even though my uncle wasn't moving, just resting his cock head in me (he told me later), I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It's a good thing the only person who could hear me was the store owner, because I couldn't stop myself!

I know I got lost in my head a little bit, because my uncle had to slap me on the ass a bit to get my attention back.

"Poppers, baby," he said, giving me another slap to wake me up. "You need to pray to the bottle or you're never gonna get through this with me. Ok?"

I couldn't answer, but I could follow his instructions. In fact, as soon as I heard the word, I knew he was right and that I needed to pray. My shaky little hands took the bottle and slowly twisted it open, careful not to spill the precious stuff. I lifted it to my nose and took three long hits.

As soon as I was done hitting, everything changed. Well, not everything. There was still the most intense pain I'd ever felt in my life, deep in my rectum. But the poppers changed the way I was looking at it, I guess.

Suddenly, I felt my brain go super focused on what was happening, kinda like in math class at school when the teacher gives us a really hard problem. I can zone in on it, even though it hurts my brain, because it's important to impress my teacher.

And here, in the dark back room, I felt the need to impress my other teacher, my uncle, who had so kindly taught me about the world of cock. At that meant, somehow, finding a way to relax and let the Lord fill me up.

"Yeahhh, that did the trick," I said, giving the boy another slap on the ass that he barely noticed. "Open that little pussy up, faggot."

I couldn't stop the vulgarity spewing from my mouth, but maybe that's because there was nothing in the world more vulgar than what I was looking at. Thankfully, I'd caught the bottle from my nephew's grasp as he got high, and lifted it up to my own nose to take a deep hit as I watched my cock disappear.

I watched the pink, stressed, angry band around my cock spasm as I pushed my way in. My cock seriously looked like a tube steak, so strained and squeezed as it bashed forward.

"Halfway there, cunt," I said. "But why stop there?"

With a groan, I pushed my weight forward, coming down to rest on top of the boy. I wrapped one arm around his throat to pull him up to meet me, twisting him back to kiss me. It was an awkward angle, so it was more like me licking and drooling on the side of his face. Still, I hoped it would distract the boy, because there was no way, with this intimate position, that my whole cock wasn't going into the kid.

Feeling my uncle on top of me was, how I can put this? Intense... and I'm not going to lie, a little terrifying. Though he wasn't as thick-bodied as my dad, who had a bit of a tummy around the middle, my uncle was still a really tall and big guy. He was a full-sized grown-up after all! It wasn't just his weight, but the head of his hairy, sweaty body that made me feel suffocated. I would have tried to wriggle out from under him, but that wasn't possible, because I was currently being pinned down by his large, rapidly invading cock. I let out a strangled, high-pitched grunt as my uncle gave me every inch he had to give.

"Thaaaat's it," I heard him growl in my ear. "There ya go, baby. Hold on."

As if I had an option! Unable to shift my little body due to his weight and his column of cock, I had no other option but to lay there and ride out the shock coursing through me. I know it sounds strange, since it was him fucking me, but at that moment, I was so happy my uncle, my mentor, my spiritual leader, was there to guide me.

Suddenly I felt one of my uncle's arms come up in front of my face, the other holding my squirming wrist firmly against the top of the padded table. Surely enough, in it was the bottle of poppers! Praise God! The lid was off, and he held them right under my nose, not moving them as he whispered in a deep voice in my ear.

"It's ok, baby," he said. "Breathe in. Breathe deep. Remember, this is what you wanted. You told me you wanted your new God to fill you up. Well, don't you feel full?"

My uncle gave a little thrust of his hips at that moment to drive home his point, but he didn't need to. He was right--I'd said that, and now it was true. I was filled with cock, and had never felt fuller in my life.

"Close your eyes, baby. I want you to pray with me. Shhh... sh-sh."

Those words caused something automatic in me. Every time my dad said those words, I knew it was really important to close my eyes, concentrate, and think about God. I did in church, before meals with dad, and every night when he tucked me in. So it wasn't hard for me, despite the pain I was feeling from the huge dong in my ass, to listen to his words and pray with him.

"Repeat after me." [And reader, you repeat after him too as you huff your poppers]

"Oh God, thank you for the cock that's in me." I repeated after him in my tiny voice, each line. "Being filled with cock also fills me with joy.

I am so grateful to be filled with dick.

The meaning of my life is to huff poppers and get fucked by huge cocks like my uncle's.

I promise, God, to take cock like a good boy. I promise I'll take any cock that comes my way. All cock is good."

Slowly, my uncle began to thrust into me. I couldn't believe it, but he somehow found a way to go even deeper into my pussy as he did his little mini thrusts.

"Concentrate," he said. "Now say... I want to be fucked. I want to be fucked hard. I want to be fucked deep. Louder. LOUDER.

AGAIN! LOUDER!"

"I WANT TO BE FUCKED UNGH

SO HARD Oh uncle!

SO DEEP! Please god! Oh god, please!"

I didn't need to be asked twice. I knew my little prayer had done the trick. As he prayed to my cock and huffed an insane amount of poppers, I felt his little hole go from insane spasming and protesting to a light, submissive throb. Though I'm sure the boy was still in a world of intensity like none he'd know, I knew he could take a fucking.

So that's what I gave him. No more of this pushing it in and holding it shit. I needed to fuck. This little guy had been torturing my cock for days, giving me blue balls all morning, and now he was begging me to get back at him by fucking him hard, deep, and fast.

I kneeled up again, taking my weight off my nephew so I could grab his

little hips in both my hands.

"All right, you little slut. Hold on. Here comes the cock."

The "church" hallways were filled with the sounds of my firm hips smacking hard against the small but bouncy, little bubble butt of my impossibly tiny nephew. I didn't hold back, jackhammering him as fast as I could, fucking him just as hard and deep as I'd fuck any regular slut you'd normally find wandering the halls of this place.

It wasn't just flesh on flesh that filled the halls. The boy's "praises" were being sung to the high heavens as well. Though he didn't seem to have the mental capabilities to sing out his praises in English, there was no doubt the sounds coming from him only could come from a boy who was truly accepting his lord and savior into his very deepest cavity.

I'll admit, I got lost a bit in my own world, feeling the nerve endings of my dick sing with joy as I found new areas of the boy's tight little sphincter to explore. Perhaps that's how I missed the fact that we had a visitor in the room until I felt my little guy squirming under me, struggling to get up on his hands and knees.

At first I figured he just needed a rest or to change positions (couldn't blame him there, seeing that this was his first time and all.) But then I felt him leaning forward, and heard the strange sort of sucking sound coming from his mouth, and I saw what was in front of me.

Don't ask me how I missed the fact that the wall opposite to me had a hole drilled in it. I'd been focused on getting my cock into that sweet pussy ASAP. So I suppose it's my fault that we were now being joined by... well... there's no way other way to put it--we'd been joined by a big, fat, black cock.

The dark thing hung there through the hole; enormous, fat, and hard, but so heavy it still had a downward hang. It was so dark in the room I couldn't make out all of the details, aside from the fact that player number three had thick, throbbing veins and a bright pink cock head. And then, I saw my nephew notice it, too.

I was sure I was going to pass out. When I'd been praying just a moment ago, I hadn't understood what I'd been praying for. So this was fucking. Good lord it hurt. I thought it was bad when it was just the cock holding still, but this was like that times one million billion!

My mind was still so hazy from inhaling the poppers, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to scream at my uncle to slow down, to let me catch my

breath, but I couldn't get the words out! I was making lots of noise, but between the poppers and the intense, rapid-fire dicking my uncle was giving me, there was no way I could speak.

I was seeing stars, and my vision was starting to fade in and out. But then, when I inhaled a deep breath, I smelled something. Something new. Something... delicious. I knew right away it was the smell of cock, but it wasn't the smell I was used to.

I'd spent so much time rubbing my face around my uncle's groin, getting his cock scent all over me, that I would recognize that sweet, salty smell a mile away.

And it wasn't the musty taste of the shopkeeper, though I could still taste the older man's hairy anus on my tongue.

This was a new cock smell, one I'd never smelled before, and it hooked me by the nose like Bugs Bunny sometimes gets hooked by a good-smelling pie.

Slowly, I managed to crane my head up, and there it was, right in front of me. Right away, I was shocked by the color. I'd seen two adult penises in my life so far, and both had been pretty white. But this thing in front of me really looked like something from another planet.

Staring at it, there was no doubt that even though it looked so different, it really was a cock. The shaft was dark, but still covered in veins and bushy, curly hair at the base. The head was a bright, vibrant pink, but it was still making a kissy face at me through its piss slit; and the long string of precum dripping from it told me that black men made the same kind of pre-fuck juice as white dick. And of course, there were the dark, hairy balls--but I could see them churning up what I knew was a big load, judging by the size.

Instantly, I wanted it. But who was it attached to? I slowly dragged my eyes up the shaft and once gain was shocked to see that the cock was being pushed through a hole. For a moment, I thought perhaps it was completely detached, but then looking through the hole I could see where it attached to an unknown man's waist.

Still, not knowing who the cock belonged to didn't make me want to suck it any less. It was a cock, and I knew that meant it was holy. Just like his uncle and the man who let them into the church, the man presenting his cock now deserved just as much devotion, obsession, and service.

And so, I leaned forward as far as I could, sticking out my tongue. But it was just too far.

I gave a cheer and a hard slap on the boy's ass when I saw that little pink tongue emerge.

"I fucking knew it," I cried, slowing down my thrusts so they were painfully slow. I watched in bliss as his little pink hole, still trying to cope with what was going on, gratefully spasmed as I slowed down. But that wouldn't last long.

"I know you'd be a good little Cock Christian and know it was time to worship. You want that cock, don't you, SLUT?"

On the word SLUT I thrust my hips forward hard. The boy of course gave a little jolt, and suddenly, he was one inch closer to the cock in front of him. His tongue still extended as far as it would go, which wasn't very far, but no dice.

"Yeah, you wanna suck on that big, black, stranger cock, don't you? You want that big black COCK?"

Another thrust, and now, the tip of his tongue was just a few millimeters away from the slimy, stranger cock.

"You gonna let this nice man cum in your mouth? Huh baby? You gonna let this nice man dump cum down your THROAT??"

As I rammed my cock home, hearing my hips slam against his plump, little ass, the boy finally reached his goal. The tip of his little kitten tongue was now acquainted with the shiny piss lips on the tip of that BBC. For the second time that day, the little boy was now engaging with a stranger's dick, all before church.

I now started to thrust a bit more regularly, slowly pushing the boy forward until he had the cock head in his mouth. His face looked pretty full at that point, so I slowed things down to take a big hit of poppers while I watched him service the unknown dick.

I know it will sound weird, but sucking that big black dong was pure bliss. Don't ask me why, but feeling the man enter and fill my mouth with his salty, spongy cock head made everything happening seem so much more relaxed. Now I had something to focus on--namely exploring and sucking on the penis I just met until it jizzed.

"There ya go, boy," I heard my uncle growl. "You're loosening up."

He was right. I hadn't even noticed, but the tight, painful clutching in my bum had died down. It still felt incredibly filling and

weird, but it didn't hurt anymore. In fact, it felt kinda good. I knew why, too. It was the salty, black dick that was beginning to ooze precum onto my tongue that calmed me down.

The synapses in my little brain were pretty fucked up at that point, so don't ask me about the logic. It felt like reality came slamming back into me, and I remembered what I was there for--to worship my one true god. Cock.

My new, looser pussy was allowing my uncle to push me harder, which meant I soon had far more than just the pink head of that stranger dick in my face. Soon the thick, brown shaft of that unknown penis was pushing its way toward the back of my throat. I could feel the individual veins pulsating against my tongue as it invaded my throat.

"Ahhh...fuck. Does he deep throat?" came the deep voice of the man I was sucking off.

"Oh yeah," I heard my uncle say, punctuated by a slap on my ass. "Hey boy, let's show him how you can use that mouth like a pussy."

My uncle scooted forward, pushing me on the end of his cock. The man backed up slightly to let me get adjusted. My uncle administered one more giant hit of poppers, then pushed me one last time until my face was through the hole, poking into the man's room next door.; though I couldn't see anything, since the hole wasn't big enough for anything other than my mouth and nose to fit through.

"Go ahead," I heard my uncle say as he took one more hit. "See how hard you can fuck the little slut's face."

"Daaaaayummm," I heard the guy say, but if he was shocked, he didn't let it slow him down. The stranger started impaling my skull like he wanted to push my brains out the back of my head. With my uncle's hand on the back of my head holding my face into the gloryhole, I had no choice but to pray to my god and accept my very first BBC face fucking.

This lasted for a few minutes, until I heard the man grunt, "I need to nut. Where... where should I shoot?"

"I need to, too," I said, suddenly realizing the man was right--it was time to fill my nephew with cum. "He swallows. Should we... go together?"

"Yeah, bro," the man said, panting, "If you can go... right... AH FUCK NOW!!! FUUUUCK!" the man moaned.

Soon, his moans were matched by a coughing, sputtering sound, and I leaned forward to see that he was, indeed, cumming in my nephew's little

face. His cock was lodged about halfway in, which meant the boy's tonsils were getting a nice sperm shower from this stranger. But it must have been quite a heavy load, because I could still see some of the slime coming out with each cough from the boy, around the cock in his mouth and down his lips.

That sight was enough to send me over too, and soon I was joining the heavenly chorus as I felt my balls begin to spasm and unload. I was as deep in the kid's cunt as I could go; my pubes pressed up against his smooth, little ass so that I was emptying my load in as close to his heart as possible, just like I'd promised.

"We're filling you up, boy!" I shouted, spreading my arms wide so I was like Jesus on the cross. "We're giving you what you want! You NEED the sperm inside your soul, don't you! You want to be filled with Cock God's love! Let us give you ALL of our sperm! TAKE IT!"

I'm sure my nephew would have joined me in prayer, but I could still hear him gulping desperately at the BBC ejaculate still emptying into him. My own orgasm seemed to last for an eternity as well, and soon the boy was squirting cum around my cock too. I guess our double dose of adult sperm was just too voluminous for his little body, but I didn't mind.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end, and soon enough, I heard the loud SLURP as the man on the other side of the wall withdrew his member from the boy's throat. All he gave us was a simple, "Thanks," before I heard the sound of his belt and zipper. Then he was gone, leaving me with absolutely no clue who had just given my nephew such a wonderful gift of cum.

I took one last, long look down at my cock buried in the boy. Both of us were still twitching and pulsing, my cock throbbing as his stretched anal ring squirmed around my dick. I could feel myself softening a bit, and though I could have stayed deep in his little, warm hole forever, I knew it was time to pull out.

"This might tickle," I said as I pulled my hips backward. Now that our little ceremony was over, I felt it was okay to unceremoniously pull out my long cock in one pull. The boy let out a whimper as he felt the entirety of me exit his hole.

Unfortunately, the flaring helmet of my cock head hadn't gone down enough, and instead of popping out of him, I sort of fish hooked him around my cock head. I winced on behalf of the boy, knowing this was going to hurt, as I yanked myself back. The kid let out a whine, but still, my cock didn't leave the boy. Instead, this time I pulled his hips up, so that the boy was face down, ass up, stuck on his uncle's dick.

I reached down to run my hand around where I could see my cock head trying to pull out, fingering the outer rim of his abused little butt hole. I could feel how tight and tense the muscles were. Damn, this kid's ass was literally clenched, holding me in. How hungry did a boy pussy have to be to hold on to cock so tenaciously?

I reached forward and rubbed the small of his back. "Shhh... sh," I soothed. "You need to relax. Unclench your butt."

"I... I can't!" my nephew moaned.

"Yes you can," I argued, again rubbing him. "How about some poppers to help?"

"No... it's not... it's not that..."

"What is it, then?" I said, still gently massaging him. It was starting to get uncomfortable, how tight he was squeezing the tip of my dick.

"If you... if you pull out, will some of it come out?" he said in a tiny voice.

"Some of what?"

"Your... you know. Your special stuff." He paused, as if embarrassed to say it (despite the fact that I was still lodged in his ass). "Your cum. When I swallow it, I know it stays inside me. But what if it drips out my bum?"

I smiled at this. Seriously? He was holding onto my cock for dear life because he was afraid me pulling out would spill the seed he worshipped? Man, I hadn't even given this kid a proper talk about the birds and the bees. We'd blown past that, dove head first into poppers, making out, throat fucking, ass eating... and still, somehow, the kid had a natural instinct to keep a man's sperm in his body. Was it an innate thing, in boys like him? Did some young boys just come out all screwy, mixed up about their role, craving to take cum up their pussies? How else would he know to do that, if he didn't even know how babies are made?

In any event, who was I to argue with the kid? If he wanted to keep my sperm tucked up inside his guts until my DNA was fully absorbed, then I would oblige.

Gently, slowly, I reached forward and grabbed the bottle of poppers.

"Ok, baby," I cooed at him. "Don't worry. I know how we can keep my

cum up your cunt. Here, sniff this and let me out. When I pull out, just keep your pretty little ass in the air like that and none of it will dribble out. Now take a big sniff to let me out."

The boy decided to listen to me this time, and as I filled his little skull with an enormous poppers hit, I felt his hole suddenly loosen. I pulled out carefully, wanting to keep the boy filled up per his request. Then I gathered up my clothes, stuffing my slimy cock into my shorts, and headed out quickly to the main store floor.

As soon as I emerged, I saw the old man manning the counter--the one who not long ago had served up his hairy ass hole and cock to my nephew (and me). He leered at me and raised his eyebrow. I smiled back, letting him know that yes, it was as good as expected. Then I noticed he had a small TV screen in front of him... security cameras. Damn, that sly old man had been watching us the whole time.

Without saying a word, I quickly moved over to the area of the store where the anal toys were kept. I skipped past the enormous dildos and metal balls, and found what I was looking for--an entire rack of butt plugs. I scanned them quickly, but was almost immediately distracted by something out of the corner of my eye.

The wall of butt plugs was in the back of the store, near the window out to the parking lot. Looking out, I saw my humble car parked there in the morning sun. But there were two other cars in the parking lot. One was a red minivan, the other a police car.

Did one of those vehicles belong to the man who had just fed my nephew his splooge? They both were familiar to me. The police car--hadn't I seen a black police officer while my nephew was giving me head? And the red minivan... it was just like the one the pastor had been driving in the church where I fucked my nephew's face. I couldn't make out either of the license plates... and soon both cars were gone. Was my mind playing tricks on me? I couldn't decide what would be hotter--a man in uniform or a man of the cloth?

Shaking my head, I returned to the task at hand. Finally my eyes landing on just the right toy. Not too big--I'd stretched out his hole, but not that much. Hot pink seemed like a cute color for my new little pussy boy. I grabbed the plastic container and hurried up to the front desk.

But when I got there... the front desk was empty. It took me a moment to put two and two together.

"FUCK!" I shouted.

I could only listen as I heard my uncle pull up his pants and move out of the room we were in. I felt a little silly, sitting there with my face on this sticky table thingie, my naked ass shivering in the air. But I really didn't want any to dribble out. I don't know why... I guess because I knew it was so important to my uncle and that man who'd fed me. And... if it was so important that I let those men cum in me, and fill me up with Cock God love, then why would I disrespect cum by letting it out? Daddy was always reminding me that I had to "respect Christ and the church." I didn't care about Christ anymore, whoever he was, but I sure cared a lot about cock and cum!

After only a few minutes, I heard my uncle return. Slowly, delicately, I turned my head to look... but it wasn't uncle standing in the doorway. It was the man from before--the man from behind the counter. And by the way he was smiling at me... I knew exactly what he wanted.

"Hello, little guy," he said, moving into the room, rubbing his crotch through his jeans. "What happened in here?"

"I... I... we..." I stammered, unable to speak. I was embarrassed to have him see me like this, all naked and propped up, but I still didn't want to move. And how could I explain what had just happened? I barely knew myself!

Fortunately he didn't seem to want an answer. Instead, he just walked up to me and gave me a somewhat firm slap on the ass. I felt his thumb drift over my sore little hole.

"Looks like someone got fucked proper," he said. "Bareback, too." I didn't know what that meant. "Is there room in there for another load?" he said, giving me that creepy smile.

My neck craned back to look at him was somewhat painful, but I finally managed to get some words out.

"You--you wanna do it, too?"

His smile only grew bigger, creepier. "Oh yeah. I wanna `do it' too." I watched as he pulled down his zipper again and pulled out that massive meat. He was hard again, and waved the fat thing at me. "Can I?" he said.

I thought about it for a moment. My hole was still throbbing in pain, but my head was still swimming from the poppers, making it hard to figure out how to respond. I felt... proud, in some way, that he was asking. Like maybe it wasn't just cock that was special, but also my holes.

Then I remembered something I'd said just a few minutes ago. I will take all cocks that come to me. All cocks are good.

"Ok..." I said to the man. "But only if you promise to cum deep inside me."

"I can work with that," the man grunted, and moved forward to press his already sticky cock head against my hole.

I don't remember the last time I moved so quickly. How could I be so stupid? Sure, I suppose I'd done more than one stupid thing with my nephew on this trip, but leaving him ass up, naked in a dark room in the back of a sex shop was probably the dumbest.

I turned the corner and ran down the dark hallway, but I didn't have to go far before I knew it was a lost cause. Before I even opened the door to the room we'd been in, I could hear the tell-tale sounds of a man-on-boy sex: the deep and animalistic grunts of an experienced perv in the throes of sex, the whimpers and moans of a little boy high on poppers and taking the second cock of his life up his ass (and the third cock that morning), the slap of older skin on younger skin.

I burst through the door, only to now have visual evidence of what I'd heard. Surprisingly, they'd changed position. My view from the doorway was of an older man's firm, hairy ass hanging out of his jeans. He was hunched over, humping into the hole below him with deep, angry thrusts.

I actually couldn't see any of my nephew until I moved further into the room. That's because he was folded completely in half underneath the sweaty, hairy man on top of him. The flexible little slut's ankles were by his ears, and with each grunt-thrust of cock the man gave to him, his little toes would do a tap dance on either side of his head. "Oh Jesus Christ..." I said. Neither my nephew nor the store clerk seemed to notice me. They were both too deep in the passion of the sex they were having.

I know, I know... I should have pulled the man off him. He was old enough to be the boy's grandpa, and a total creep. But, fuck me if it wasn't hot watching the two of them go at it.

Fortunately, the old man seemed to have some youthful stamina, because it wasn't long after I walked in on him that I watched him rear back, stab his cock into the boy, and let out a grunt right in the kid's ear as he unleashed.

"Fill... me!" I heard my nephew pant. "Give it to me!"

Oh god... he was begging for the man's cum. And he was getting it. The man's long, grunt lasted for almost thirty seconds as he finished off his second load of the morning. Finally, when he was done, he pulled out.

Just as I had only smiled at him when I'd emerged, he just smiled at me when he pulled out of my little guy.

"That's good cunt," he grunted as he walked past me, as casual as if he was just leaving the bathroom.

Finally it was just me and my nephew again. I looked down at him. His eyes were half closed, high from the poppers and the copious amount of sex he'd had just now. He was still folded in half, showing off his now slightly agape little hole.

I ripped open the plastic of the toy I'd bought, not feeling guilty at all that I hadn't paid for it--my nephew had. I carefully climbed up next to him and brushed the sweaty hair from his forehead. I leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. Despite his exhaustion, my nephew instantly deepened the kiss, pulling my tongue into his mouth.

"Do you... do you still want to keep those loads in you?" I said in between the wet smacking of our sudden make out session.

The boy was breathless from my kisses, and only nodded. So, giving him one more kiss, I again took the bottle of poppers. He knew what to do, taking some short, quick sniffs. Once he was good and high, I put the toy up to his ass. I tickled his twitching, wet hole a bit with it, then slowly pushed it in, knowing the boy had enough "natural" lube in him to make it easy.

"There ya go," I said. "Keep that in there until you get home tonight, and you should be ok." And by ok, I of course meant he'd hold onto the two hearty cum loads floating in his lower intestine.

"Thank you, Uncle," he whimpered, and I could tell he was relieved to finally be able to put his legs down. Slowly he sat up, and we kissed again, this time with me holding him in my arms as he sat in my lap, facing me.

After a few moments of this, I felt him tense up. He broke the kiss and began looking around the room.

"What's wrong, kiddo?" I said, moving his mouth back to mine. I wanted to keep sucking his little tongue, for just a moment longer knowing our time was growing short. But my nephew had other things on his mind.

"There's... there's some cum I missed."

Once again, I could only smile at the ridiculousness of this kid. But it didn't seem strange to me; this was who my nephew was. I'd helped him discover this dark little part of himself. With the magic of poppers and my own words, I'd helped that little part of him take over his whole being. And I wanted to him to enjoy that.

So instead of kissing my little boy passionately for the last five minutes we'd have alone together, I instead sat back, leaning against the wall, and deeply inhaled poppers as I watched my nephew scoot around the room like a pig snorting up truffles (especially with his little pink tail). The boy, without hesitation, lapped cum up off the walls, the rim of the glory hole, the pad he'd been fucked on. I'm sure he had no clue whose cum he was lapping up--hell, he may have even been gobbling down sperm from men who had been here hours before we arrived. He didn't seem to care... at this point, I suppose cum was cum to him.

It may sound bizarre, but I felt good, seeing the role he was embracing. It was me, his uncle, who'd led him here. Through just my words, and this little bottle in my hand, I'd been unable to undo years of unhealthy Christian indoctrination. With just the power of my cock and my mind, I'd replaced those old thoughts with a new doctrine--I'd fully inducted the boy into the world of cock. There was no going back for him now. Seeing him lick up cum so hungrily, I knew, this was the life I'd given to my nephew. He'd be so much happier this way, in his true form, than he would have been had he kept up the facade of being a "good, little, Christian boy."

My nephew was sniffing around the room, looking for more cum, but he'd been so distracted he'd missed some.

"Ahem," I said. Then pointed down to my own slimy, shiny cock. "Missed a spot."

I crawled across the pads, feeling a lot like a puppy, as I nuzzled into my uncle's crotch one last time. Though, perhaps that's not the right word, because I wasn't just rubbing my face into his groin like I did sometimes when I wanted to smell him. No, I was too frantic for that--busy sucking, licking, and gagging on every part of his cock and balls.

I knew this was it... my last chance to taste cum for... how long? Would I never get this chance again? I didn't know, but I wasn't going to let any get away from me.

Eventually, though, my uncle realized that all the cum was gone,

and that my act of searching for more was just that... an act to keep his cock close to me. But eventually I felt his slap on my ass and knew what it meant. Time to go.

It didn't take us long to get dressed and back on the road. Uncle rushed me through the store, and didn't even give me time to say goodbye to the friendly man who had let us into the church. I realized why he was rushing, though, when we got in the car and he turned it on. The radio read, "9:15am." Oh no! I was already 15 minutes late for church!

We didn't talk much on the ride back--I could tell Uncle was racing to make it back as quickly as possible. When we arrived, the clock read 9:48. I'd never been this late for church before--Daddy would never let me go camping with uncle again! He'd be so upset.

I was fighting back tears by the time we pulled into the parking lot. Staring at the big white church, I felt almost... scared. I didn't want to go back there, in the place that reminded me of my old life, from a week ago. I wanted to stay here, with Uncle and the other men, exploring their cocks and bodies forever!

Just before my tears burst forward, I felt my uncle's hand on my shoulder.

"It'll be ok, buddy," he said, giving me a smile that reminded me of how he had greeted me when he'd first come over a week ago. "Listen, I'll talk to your dad, and maybe we can hang out more. Probably not too soon, but soon enough."

"But... but... I want to stay with you! You're way... more fun than my dad!"

"Shhhh..." he soothed. "It's ok. Listen, you will be with me."

My uncle reached forward and tapped my stomach lightly. "I'm in here, remember?" Then he tapped my chest, right over my heart. "And I'm in here. And so are the other men you met today. That's why we plugged you up. So our cock juice would stay in you, forever. Once it's absorbed, you can take out the plug, but we will still be with you. Our God Cock Love will be a part of you, always. So when you get to missing your uncle, just remember how deep I was in your cunt when I nutted in you last. Ok?"

I sniffled once more, then said OK. After a quick hug, I hopped out of the car and headed back to the pavement. It felt like my feet were made of concrete as I made my way up the stairs, and quietly opened the door, hoping no one would notice me.

I was in luck. The choir was singing some stupid song, and my Dad was busy watching them. I made my way to a pew in the back and quietly joined in the song, even though I knew none of the words mattered anymore.

Finally it came to an end, and my daddy appeared up at the pulpit. I was feeling angry at him, that he'd lied to me about the real meaning of life for so long. But then... just as he stared down at me and made eye contact with fury in his eyes, did I come to the realization:

My Dad was a man. A man with a cock. Did my dad jerk off? Did he use poppers, too? What about the other men in the church. Mr. Samson, my neighbor; old Mr. Donavon, the organist; even that young new youth pastor? Did all of them shoot sperm and have cocks that needed to be stroked and sucked and ridden?

I knew then and there, I'd have to find out. But how? My little mind was racing...

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