Ever since my nephew Maxx and I started sleeping together, he’s come up with some really clever strategies to get us out of our clothes. It seems that even doing something as innocent as playing a simple card game together winds up in the both of us being naked. Not that I’m complaining… On this particular afternoon, young Maxx insisted that we play yet another game of strip poker. As we played several rounds, it started to occur to me that Maxx must have somehow rigged the card deck, because he kept crushing every hand that I laid down. Round after round, my clothes just came flying off. Maxx could barely conceal his satisfaction. As his uncle, perhaps I should have acted as a better role model and called him out when I was certain that he was cheating. But I saw past the juvenile games and played along. I was down to my underwear; honestly, this is a game I’d love to lose. Finally, I had a great hand that I was sure would win. And even better, a piece of clothing would have to come off my nephew’s gorgeous twink body. The cards came down. Nope… Maxx, yet again, had a far better hand than I. Okay, fine. There goes my underwear. With feigned annoyance, I tore off my jockeys, threw them across the room for good measure, and plopped back down naked on the couch. Maxx leaned back in his seat with a satisfied smile and openly stared at my exposed cock like the young man-wolf he was becoming—much like his father. The little scamp was getting good at this. I knew what Maxx was after. Ever since I let my nephew start topping me, he couldn’t get enough. Neither could I. But I loved our games and if I were being honest, being the so-called ‘loser’ was actually making me the winner! As I sat on the couch, naked and waiting, Maxx suddenly hopped off his seat and made a bee-line to my crotch. Not only did the little wolf-boy love topping now, he absolutely adored giving head. And it seemed to me like he was insatiable when it came to gorging on his uncle’s thick, juicy man-meat! Maxx bobbed madly up and down on my long, aching manhood. I couldn’t help but recall my younger days when Maxx’s father and I would do this to one another all afternoon, if we could get away with it. I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined that both Max and his father were suckling away at my cock and balls at the same time. The thought alone nearly made me cum right there. All too soon, Maxx pushed off from his blissful blowjob, spun me around and pulled my ass towards his face. Once a mere novice, Maxx had become one of the more skilled and intuitive rimmers that I’ve experienced. I couldn’t help but moan the boy’s name as Maxx got his soaking wet tongue impossibly deep within my pucker. I could tell that Maxx was thoroughly enjoying himself by his muffled moans between my cheeks. His tongue twirled and lapped delectably around my ultra-sensitive insides. I wondered about the fact that Maxx gave a rim job suspiciously similar to the way his father would rim me! As I fantasized about that hot curiosity, Maxx stood up, spat on his hand and quickly lubed up his beautiful cock. Before I could say or do anything, Maxx buried his raging boy-boner all the way inside my ass and right to the hilt. Fuck me. Where’d the young dude learn how to do that? I wondered, wide-eyed. I nearly shot my load when Maxx, still drilling the daylights out of me, asked casually if he “was doing it okay.” Fuck yeah he was doing it “okay!” Honestly, the feisty, cheeky twink could fuck me just like this all day and all night if he wanted to. Maxx’s thrusts got suddenly faster and even harder. I was giddy and beyond bliss when I received the absolute best boy-treat a man could possibly hope for: the crescendo of Maxx’s orgasm. He was nearly singing with pure ecstasy as he pulled out of my well-fucked bottom and erupted his syrupy sweet blast of boy-nectar on me. He shot so many cream ropes I honestly lost count. By the end, my anus, ass cheeks and lower back were covered in my nephew’s thick, creamy twink-cum. Maxx leaned over and we kissed deeply. God, I just loved this boy. And I could tell by Maxx’s sweet, satisfied purring in my ear, that his love for me and our evolving relationship was growing each time we were together like this. And, I can admit it. Nearly all I could think of while we cuddled in the aftermath of our amazing sex was this: are we ready yet to get dressed and play another round of strip poker…?