"Thanks for the cider, Uncle Jack!" Carson said. The eight year old hiccuped right before he took another sip.

"No problem kid. Here, have a little more," Jack said as he poured more alcoholic cider in his nephew's cup.

Carson gave his uncle a toothy grin and took another greedy sip. Jack lightly ran his hand through Carson's spiked-up, brown hair. Autumn leaves blew in the frigid wind as the two sat in the backyard in comfortable lawn chairs.

"How do you like the cider?" Jack said.

"It's so-" Carson said before hiccuping again, "so good! You were right, this stuff does keep me warm."

Jack smiled. When he flew to his brother's house for Thanksgiving week, he never anticipated getting Carson all to himself, for an entire night. Jack's brother Tyler and his wife had to take a surprise trip to the emergency room when Tyler broke his leg after an icy slip. It had been an hour and a half since they left Jack with Carson. In that time, Carson had already drunk two cups of the cider.

Carson was already looking very intoxicated. His freckled cheeks were a rosy hue. The kid had a woozy smile plastered on his face.

"It's getting pretty chilly. How about we head inside?" Jack said after Carson drained the rest of his cup into his mouth.

"O-" Carson hiccuped again, "OK, OK."

Carson was wobbly as he stood up. Jack had to step over and give the kid a hand to keep him balanced.

"You can barely walk!" Jack said, giving a light chuckle. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feelin' preeeeetty great, Uncle Jack," Carson said, slurring his words.

"Cool, I'm feeling great too Carson," Jack said before chugging the remaining cider in the bottle.

And Jack did feel great. Ever since he gave Carson his first drink, a rising excitement was fluttering in his chest. Ever since his nephew was five, Jack had felt strong sexual feelings for the boy. Carson's soft hazel eyes and round ass consistently made Jack's heart and cock leap. Now he was about to really fuck his own kid nephew.

The uncle guided his drunk nephew through the sliding glass door. They began to make their way towards the living room. Carson giggled the whole way, leaning heavily on his sturdy uncle.

When they walked into the large living room, Jack picked Carson up and lightly tossed the kid onto the sofa. Carson let out a yelp of exhilaration as he fell onto the soft cushions.

"I think we're gonna need some blankets," Jack said in a confident way.

He went to a nearby closet hallway and pulled out some bulky quilts, blankets, and beach towels. When he returned he threw them on top of the boy. Carson squealed with joy and began to wriggle around beneath all the different fabrics.

"I don't know about you, but I'm getting hot in here," Jack said. He took off his jacket and shoes. He then uncovered the boy below him and began to pulled the kid from his orange coat. As he was taking it off, Jack started to tickle Carson in several sensitive spots. Carson started to laugh fervently.

"Hey, you're ticklin' me!" Carson yelled. The boy was beading with sweat. Jack touched the back of his hand to Carson's forehead.

"Jesus kid, you're hot as hell. C'mon, we need to take off a couple more layers," Jack said.

Carson continued to laugh as his towering uncle began to strip him further. Uncle Jack unbuttoned his own flannel shirt and stripped himself of his undershirt. For each item of clothing Uncle Jack removed from himself, he stripped Carson of the same piece. Soon the pair of them were in nothing but their underwear. Jack wore a baggy pair of boxers, while Carson wore tight camouflage briefs.

Uncle Jack plopped down next to Carson, then moved the slumped kid onto his lap. Jack's cock was fully erect and throbbing through his boxers when Carson's bottom sat down. Jack let out a sigh of pleasure from holding the small boy in a tight embrace and feeling the small pert ass against his bulge.

"The blankets!" Carson shouted.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot." Jack said before throwing several layers of blankets over the two of them.

Under the dark of the blankets, Jack picked Carson up and turned the kid around to face him. The two could feel each other's warm breath. While holding the little drunk boy, Jack began to lightly grope, squeeze, and tickle different parts of the boy's smooth body. Carson fell into a fit of laughing and hiccuping as his uncle began to feel him up.

"What are-" Carson hiccuped, "what are you doing, Uncle Jack?"

Jack paused his intimate touching of the boy and brought his mouth close to Carson's ear. Jack's long beard tickled Carson's earlobe and neck, prompting the boy to let out another short giggle.

"I'm checking how big and strong my nephew is," Jack whispered.

Jack brought his mouth to where Carson's neck and shoulder met and began to gently kiss the smooth skin. Jack continued to explore Carson's lower back and thighs with his hands. Jack then gave a series of soft kisses down from Carson's neck all the way to the little boy's nipples.

"What we got here?" Jack said before pursing his lips around one nipple.

Jack started to suck on it. Carson threw his head back and laughed. Carson thought it was weird his uncle was touching and kissing him, and if he wasn't drunk he would have felt uncomfortable with what was happening. But in his altered state, Carson found the warm and tender sensations from his uncle very stimulating. Carson squealed with delight when Uncle Jack's tongue started to prod and circle his delicate nipples.

"That's so weird!" Carson said, proceeding to then burst out laughing.

As Jack continued to tongue and suck on the boy's small nipples, Jack wrapped his arms tight around Carson and moved the both of them so that they were laying down. Carson laid on top, his small package resting against Jack's hairy belly. Their faces were leveled with each other. In the dim light under the covers, Jack could see Carson slightly. The boy had a look of bliss on his face.

"Hey kid, I'm going to teach you a special kiss uncles sometimes do with their nephews," Jack said in a low and lusty voice.

"Kiss?" Carson said.

"Yeah, a very special one," Jack said.

Jack then pressed his lips against Carson's. The boy's lips were already parted in a smile, which Jack took full advantage of. The adult's tongue slipped in and began to slowly explore the kid's mouth. Jack sensed a faint taste of cider on Carson's little tongue. Jack closed his eyes as he began to french the eight year old.

Carson widened his eyes at first, shocked at what was happening. But he trusted his uncle. Whenever Uncle Jack visited, he always seemed to be the coolest guy in the universe. The last time he saw Uncle Jack was when he visited on the Fourth of July. Uncle Jack had brought the coolest fireworks, and even let Carson light some of them off. But now, Uncle Jack was forcefully tonguing and groping him in his own home. Carson was incredibly confused, but the effects of the cider made him feel much more receptive to the whole affair than he normally would have. Carson slowly closed his eyes and allowed Uncle Jack to be in his mouth. The bristly beard and hot breath of his uncle was a strangely comforting source of warmth for Carson.

While Carson didn't participate much in the kissing, Jack didn't care. He did all the work while twisting tongues with his nephew. Jack placed both his hands on the boy's ass and squeezed. The boy's ass felt great through his little briefs. Jack moaned into Carson's mouth, eliciting a small moan from the boy as well.

Still kneading his nephew's ass, Jack pried his mouth away after a few minutes.

"It's time we play an ole fashion game of 'stuff the turkey'" Jack said.

"Stuff a. . . turkey?" Carson said.

"Yeah, 'stuff the turkey'. It's a really fun game. You're the turkey, and I'm the pilgrim. I'll give you five minutes to hide. If I find you, I get to stuff the turkey," Jack said.

"OK." Carson said, his smile slowly widening until it became a grin.

The heat under all the blankets and towels was intense. Jack started to toss the blankets off them. A gust of cooler wind surrounded the nearly naked uncle and nephew as the last blanket was thrown off. Jack let the image of the small 2^nd grader, resting on him, sink in. He wanted to savor this moment forever. Jack's throbbing cock twitched with anticipation.

"God damn Carson, you are one hot little slut," Jack said.

"You said I was a turkey!" Carson said.

"Yeah, you're a turkey. But you're also a slut," Jack said.

"What's a. . . slut?" Carson asked. The kid started to explore Jack's hairy chest, rubbing and squeezing around the man's developed pecs. Carson's cheeks were as red as a strawberry.

Jack gave the boy a sly grin as he continued groping. Jack then went in for another sloppy kiss.

"A slut is a boy like you who loves to have fun," Jack finally said after parting lips with Carson. "But you aren't a true slut. Yet."

Jack stood up while holding his nephew. One of Jack's hands supported Carson's ass while the other arm held the boy in a close embrace.

"Alright turkey. Time to hide!" Jack then dropped the drunk boy onto the couch.

Carson scrambled off the couch and quickly made his way towards the stairs. The wobbly boy tripped and fell on the carpet, but he was unfazed. The kid quickly ran upstairs, out of Jack's view.

Jack started a five minute timer on his phone. Jack's hard cock was straining against his boxers. The prospect of fucking his kid nephew in the ass had precum leaking out of his cock head at an alarming rate. In time he would look for the boy. But Jack had a problem he hadn't thought of, until a moment ago. He had no lube. There was none in his bag because airport security would never let a liquid container onboard. This was supposed to be a normal Thanksgiving week with his brother and his family. Jack hadn't anticipated a chance to booze up and molest his nephew.

Jack looked in the downstairs bathroom for any sign of lube, but there was none. Going upstairs, he walked into the hall bathroom Carson must have mainly used. Jack frantically searched through the drawers. All he found was a nearly empty kid's toothpaste tube.

Jack walked further down the hallway towards the master bedroom. He was about to enter the master bedroom's bathroom when a muffled giggle stopped Jack in his tracks. The giggle came from right behind him. Jack slowly peered behind him to see the large closet's foldable doors were cracked open slightly. There was another giggle before it was suddenly stifled. Jack smirked at already having found the boy. The drunk turkey would have to wait, however.

Proceeding into the bathroom, Jack scoured the place for some form of lubricant. He thought he saw a jar of Vaseline, but it turned out to be Icy Hot muscle relaxant. Jack felt a sudden deflating in his heart. It would be almost impossible to gain purchase in Carson's hole without any lube. He could still have his fun with Carson. Rimming the kid's hole and giving him a blowjob would still be incredibly hot. But he had been really looking forwards to ramming his cock up the eight year old's tight ass.

Jack's phone began to ring. Taking it out of his pocket, Jack saw that it was Liz, his brother's wife.

"Hey Liz, what's going on? Has Tyler been treated?" Jack said as soon as he answered. He walked back into the bedroom and sat on Liz and Tyler's bed.

"Hi Jack. We only just got to the E.R. a little while ago, you wouldn't believe the traffic we hit on the way here." Liz said.

"Damn, poor Tyler. Has he been admitted yet?" Jack said.

"Yeah, they're taking an x-ray right now. I just wanted to call and check up on Carson," Liz said.

"Oh, well we're doing great over here. Carson and I are having a blast," Jack said. He looked over to the closet door where his nephew hid, then rubbed the tent in his boxers a little.

"That's great. We might be gone for a couple more hours, I was wondering if you could pick something up for dinner and put Carson to bed later?"

"Yeah I can do that Liz."

"Oh one more thing. I was making a pie before I had to take your brother to the emergency room. Would you mind putting the pie crust in the fridge?"

"Yeah, no problem Liz."

They talked for a moment more before Liz said she had to go. A couple hours would be plenty of time for Jack to have his way with Carson. But before that fun, Jack thought he should put Liz's pie away. Might as well do it before he got swept away with the cute little boy waiting for him. As Jack left, he heard Carson giggle, believing Jack had no idea where he was.

Downstairs, Jack saw the pie tin with a freshly made crust inside. Next to it was a large tub of Crisco, which caused Jack to do a double take. After he put the pie tin inside the fridge, Jack opened the tub of Crisco and smiled. He had found some lube for the turkey after all.

Grabbing the tub in one arm, Jack grabbed a blanket from the couch and marched upstairs. Going straight to the bedroom, Jack readied the blanket like a net and stood before the closet.

"I wonder where that turkey is," Jack said before swiftly opening the door.

Spotting the underwear clad boy, Jack threw the blanket over Carson and threw the kid over his shoulder. Carson screamed with exhilaration.

"You found me!" Carson shouted.

"I found me a turkey. And boy am I hungry for a turkey dinner!" Jack yelled back.

"No!" Carson shouted, laughing as his uncle threw him on the large bed.

Jack unwrapped the boy and set the Crisco nearby. Jack grabbed a hold of Carson's camouflage briefs and yanked them down. He used so much force the underwear ripped a little. Grabbing his nephew by the waist, Jack flipped the boy onto his stomach.

"Time to prepare the turkey for the feast," Jack said.

He brought his head down to Carson's supple ass and spread the soft cheeks. It revealed the most beautiful pink hole Jack had ever seen. Jack pressed his mouth against the boy's hole and immediately began to lick and slobber all over it. Carson let out another squeal of laughter as Jack's beard and warm tongue tickled the delicate sphincter.

"Ew! You're licking my butt!" Carson yelled.

The little boy playfully kicked his legs. But Jack was too persistent to quit. The uncle had waited for this moment since he first discovered his desires for young boys. Jack began to press his tongue into the hole. It met resistance at first, but eventually Jack's tongue slipped in slightly. He rolled his tongue around Carson's warm anal canal.

"Pilgrim's don't eat butt!" Carson said. Every word the rosy cheeked boy uttered was slurred.

Jack pried his mouth away from the inviting hole. He looked down at his work and saw the now glistening hole. A strand of saliva was still connected from his mouth to the little boy's tight sphincter.

"You're right," Jack huffed with every breath, "but they do eat turkey."

Jack continued his assault on Carson's hole for another minute before standing up.

"Now, it's time to prepare the turkey for the stuffing," Jack said.

Jack took a glob of Crisco into his hand and began to apply it to Carson's tight hole. He pressed a finger in, which slowly sank inside. Carson moaned as Jack's index finger began to slowly explore.

"Ooooohhhh, Uncle Ja- aaaaAAAHH!" Carson began to say before Jack added another finger.

"Hold on little turkey, you need to be stretched before you're stuffed."

Jack picked up the pace with his fingering. The boy's warm anus was so inviting, just taking the time to stretch it out was very enjoyable for Jack. Carson continued to moan as his uncle fingered him. Eventually Jack found the boy's small prostate after enough probing around. After the discovery, Jack began to ruthlessly press and rub the undeveloped gland.

"Aaaaaaaahhhh," Carson groaned in pleasure.

Jack suddenly removed his fingers from the well greased hole, emitting a pop like sound.

"I think we're ready for the stuffing," Jack said as he removed his boxers.

The uncle took another generous helping of Crisco and rubbed it along his engorged shaft. His fully erect cock was nearly eight inches [20 cm] of girthy meat. He pressed his slick purple cock head against Carson's wet hole.

"Get stuffed, kid," Jack said as he began to push.

At first nothing happened. But after enough sustained pressure, the cock head slipped in. Carson let out a pained groan as his anal virginity was taken from him. At the same time, Jack let out a most pleased sigh. Slowly he pushed in more, making Carson's groaning turn into a frantic yelling.

"Oh fuck, Carson this is so good," Jack said over the boy's protests.

Carson felt a very noticeable pain in his ass. After the sixth inch [15^th cm] of Jack's cock was inside, Carson's yelling quieted down to a defeated whimper.

Jack wasn't able to fit his whole cock in the boy, but that didn't matter. He was able to fit enough in to begin a steady pace of thrusting. Carson's hole was so tight and warm, Jack could feel himself nearing completion.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Jack shouted.

Burying almost all his cock in the boy, Jack's cock began to spasm and shoot out thick ropes of cum. The pure pleasure that emanated from his deflating penis was the best feeling Jack had felt in his entire life. Huffing for breath, Jack collapsed on top of the small boy. The warmth between the two was intense.

After a moment of laying on the boy, Jack pushed himself up. His cock slowly slid out, revealing the puffy looking hole. A small dribble of cum flowed out of Carson's asshole. Standing up, Jack sighed with relief as he pulled his boxers up.

"You must be pretty tuckered out, huh?" Jack said to his nephew.

Carson's eyes were partially closed. The boy breathed heavily, but otherwise remained limp on his parent's bed.

"Well, considering you're all stuffed, how about we just hit the hay?" Jack said.

Jack slipped the slightly torn briefs back on the drunk little boy. Grabbing his nephew and carrying him like a baby, Jack took the tired boy to his room. After tucking him in, Jack sat on the side of the bed just looking at Carson. Carson was now fast asleep. Jack smiled down at the kid. Carson had been Jack's first time with a boy. It had also been the best fuck of his life. The drunk kid probably wouldn't remember too much of the night, but now that Jack had had a taste, he was already planning for the next time he'd get his nephew all too himself.

"Thanks for the fun, kid," Jack said.

Leaning down to give the boy a tender kiss on the lips, Jack turned on the night light and left the sleeping boy to his dreams.

The End