Earlier that afternoon, Myott arrived at his uncle Mr. Bonds’ house shortly after school had let out, just like any other day. When Mr. Bonds opened the door to let his nephew inside, he could tell by the boy’s half crooked grin that something was up. Myott asked Mr. Bonds to join him in the study. The lively twink bounded up the stairs and hollered for his uncle to hurry up. There was something awesome that he wanted to share with his now-very-curious uncle. Once in the study, Myott set his backpack down and pulled out his laptop. He popped the portable computer open and turned the monitor on. The resulting visual stole the air out of Mr. Bonds' lungs. Easily one of the most amazing sights of his life appeared before him in dazzling 4k resolution. Apparently, without Mr. Bonds being aware of it, Myott had turned on a webcam during their last sex session. Mr. Bonds did not consider himself to be particularly shy or self-conscious, yet had Myott suggested that they film their love-making, he might have needed some time to consider it first. However, as the entranced elder eyed the computer screen, he couldn’t help but observe that any preconceived concerns he may have felt had clearly flown out the window. The secret recording of Myott and himself was one of the hottest things that he had ever seen. And on top of that, Mr. Bonds noticed that Myott had spent some time and attention on editing the video. The lad had most likely been working on this project not merely as an idle activity, but as a gift. Yet another intimate marvel for the two of them to share -- together. As the sex tape continued, Myott cooed and purred into his mesmerized uncle’s ear. Soon, the dark-haired boy’s hands shifted from the hulking DILF’s broad, massive shoulders down to his buff pecs. His touch indicated to Mr. Bonds that the action on the laptop was cranking the youngster up as well. Myott softly crooned in Mr. Bonds’ ear and asked him if he thought the video was any good. His drooling uncle looked up from his seat and smiled. Aside from being completely intoxicated by lust for his nephew, Mr. Bonds was genuinely impressed. More than that--he was damned proud of the boy. Truth be told, Myott was his absolute favorite person. And not only that, Mr. Bonds enthusiastically considered himself Myott’s number one fan. As for Myott, he was so in love with his Uncle Brian that he could hardly stand it sometimes. This knowledge of being passionately desired and adored by the dream DILF caused Myott to drop to his knees. He eagerly went to unzipping Uncle Brian’s fly and yanking his pants down. Myott had barely pulled the hunk's schlong free from the jockeys before he had the long, thick boner swallowed. His uncle stroked the boy’s face and hair as Myott kissed and licked the huge shaft. Yet as much as Mr. Bonds thoroughly enjoyed his sweet nephew’s oral skills, what he really wanted was the boy’s tight, tasty bottom. Mr. Bonds instructed his nephew to strip. Myott couldn't resist complying immediately, eagerly stripping off every piece of clothing. Mr. Bonds leaned back in his chair and stroked his dick as he watched. Once his boy was completely naked, the uncle ran his hands and mouth all over the moaning twink’s baby-smooth, porcelain skin. He squeezed the boy’s perfect ass cheeks and salivated over the ripe-and-ready boy hole. Mr. Bonds gently commanded Myott to move over and place his hands on the wall. After the boy did as told, his uncle suckled on the boy’s ear, his hands continuing its never-ending exploration of the young, tight body. The DILF trailed downward, dropped to his own knees, and began kissing and licking Myott’s precious, tender crack, and then, further within. Myott could barely stay on his feet, the sensations of his uncle’s magical tongue was so staggering and potent. All too soon, however, Mr. Bonds felt his animal instincts begin to stir and make their way to the surface. His swollen daddy dick was as hard as it had ever been—and that was saying something, given how much of each other they had already explored. Mr. Bonds finally rose back up to his feet and bent his twink nephew over the nearest table. There would be no gentle, patient penetration today; he was hurtling towards a complete loss of self-control. Myott’s sharp cries only drove Mr. Bonds closer to primal hysteria. The cries were not pain, or fear: they were carnal, and free. Myott was barely hanging on. He needed to cum. Badly. As his body was rocked violently from his uncle’s thrusts, he was only seconds away from begging. However, Myott was determined to last just as long as humanly possible. He loved it so much when he and his uncle came at the same time. All of this and more raced through the familial lovers’ minds as Mr. Bonds’ movements and fuck-thrusts were becoming more and more animalistic. He smacked Myott’s ass, barked filthy nothings, and pounded that smooth, tight bottom like a battering ram. Mr. Bonds galloped full throttle to a most expected, explosive climax. He grabbed onto his sweet, little twink nephew’s shoulders and buried his swollen, aching cock one final time. His orgasm simultaneously seized him up and rocked his body to shambles. Myott, like a good little lad, was mindful enough to elevate the intensity of his uncle’s experience by squeezing between his now well-experienced cheeks. As Mr. Bonds’ was drained, he couldn’t help but glance over at the forgotten laptop. Instead of a black screen, the sex tape appeared to be on an endless loop. The idea that Myott had the video set up so that it repeatedly played for them to enjoy, over and over, sent his eyes rolling back into his head yet again. Myott, too, couldn’t help but glance again at the screen. He wondered whether they would record another, and then hoped…