“Connor,” The deer’s mother chimed up in the middle of breakfast, putting her clean plate, which had only a couple of slices of toast on it, in the sink. “I’m meeting some co-workers for brunch today to talk over our schedules next week and just have some time to unwind. You remember?”

“Yeah, Mom. I’m just gonna play games in my room.”

“Well, just in case, I’ve asked Uncle Jake to come over to keep an eye on you while I’m out. He should be here any minute now.”

Connor stiffened in his seat at the mention of his uncle, but not for any negative reasons-- quite the opposite, in fact. It was hard to hide his excitement...and his nerves. It had been a couple of weeks since Connor had brought Amber over one particular evening after school, and things had taken a strange turn, in ways that had Connor constantly thinking about it since. It plagued his mind, morning and night, and his garbage can by his bedside in his room was piled high with crumpled tissues as a result. Thankfully, his mom didn’t notice his change in demeanour; she was too busy looking at her phone.

A couple of minutes later, as Connor sat trying to swallow down the rest of his breakfast as his mind swam with the thoughts of his uncle, the click and telltale sounds of the front door opening signalled the older deer’s arrival. Connor stayed rigid in his seat as Jake sauntered his way down the hall, pushing the door shut behind him, as he headed into the kitchen.

“Yo!” He called from the hallway as he approached, stopping by the entranceway before he moved towards the island counter. “Hey, Sarah, Connor. Hah, just like that Terminator movie, right?”

“That’s not the first time, nor the last, that I’m going to hear you say that, I’m sure,” Connor’s mom rolled her eyes. “I’ve gotta go. You need money for pizza?”

“No way, I’ve got it. My pay is getting to spend time with my awesome nephew,” He grinned, looking from Connor to his mom and back again. “Besides, I can raid your fridge.”

“Go for it,” She quickly rounded the counter, planting a kiss on the top of her son’s head. “Love you. See you guys later. Thanks, Jake.”

She pecked Jake’s cheek as she moved around the side of the island counter, making her way to the door. She cast a glance at them before giving them a wave.

“Be good!” She called as she headed down the hallway, and the two males sat and stood in silence respectively until they heard the door open and close, leaving them alone. Connor could barely look up at the older deer, too caught up in his own thoughts to even consider it-- just being around him made him nervous, but not for any reason other than his own infatuation. He was smitten with his uncle, and had played out the things that had happened before in his mind over and over.

Unfortunately, the same was true for Jake, though he’d never show it. He was still wrestling with the moral quandary of what he’d done to his nephew, not once but twice, and he was concerned that things were going to escalate...he wasn’t an idiot, and he could see that Connor was avoiding him a little bit, trying not to look him in the eyes. He knew what he was like at that age when he saw a boy or a girl he liked...this wasn’t going to end well.

“Got any plans today, Connor?” Jake asked nonchalantly as he leaned up against the counter, and Connor jumped in his seat at the older deer’s voice.

“Um...” The 10-year-old shifted. “I don’t have any homework, so I was going to play video games all day...”

“Oh yeah? Which ones?” Jake’s muzzle stretched into a smile. “Why don’t you bring down your console from your room and we can chill out in the living room and play something together?”

“Really?” Connor was far too excited at the thought, but couldn’t contain his excitement. He didn’t even consider the remaining dregs of his cereal; he was up and out of his seat within minutes, and barrelled past his uncle and thundered his way up the stairs, already wanting to grab his console and bring it down. Jake smirked as the boy went and shook his head, mumbling something to himself before he turned and headed into the living room to wait for him. He could hear him dropping things upstairs, accidentally knocking things over in a hurry to bring down his Furstation 5, and after a few minutes, Connor came rushing down the stairs, but...something was different, and Jake could see it.

It wasn’t Connor’s demeanour, or the console, controllers and collection of cables precariously teetering in his hands, but the clothes he was wearing. Somewhere in the time the deer had been waiting for Connor to come down, the 10-year-old had changed, swapping out his basic boyish pyjama pants and button-up shirt with a pair of simple shorts...which was pretty standard for him and not out of the ordinary, but Jake clearly noticed he had put on a shirt a size smaller than him, and it fit to the 10-year-old’s body in a rather tight way, accentuating every boyish curve. Jake was sure he’d seen the kid wear it when he was 7 or 8; it’s a bit of a surprise he still owned it.

“Just get it set up over there.” Jake gestured to the wooden unit that held the TV on its surface, and he could see the boy hesitate, not because he didn’t know how, but maybe because he was hoping Jake would notice-- and he had, but the older deer was electing to pretend he hadn’t. Connor walked across the room with the console and other things in hand and squatted down to carefully place them on the carpet, and it took everything in Jake to keep himself calm and collected-- Connor had a pretty thick ass for a 10-year-old, and seeing him squat down on his shorts, making them tight and accentuate every shape of his behind was enough to make the older deer’s loins tingle. He swallowed hard and averted his eyes, trying to keep his thoughts to himself as his nephew moved everything into position and shifted onto all fours so he could start threading the cables around the back.

He took longer than he should have, but Jake tried not to look any more than he had to, and after an agonising, crotch-tingling few minutes, Connor was finally done. He scooted back and scrambled to his feet, before deliberately bending over to pick up the controllers-- the obviousness of it wasn’t lost on Jake, but he once again refrained from making a comment, not wanting to encourage the boy even more. Connor turned and paused for a second, his young eyes searching, before he looked visibly deflated and crossed the carpet to the couch, putting a controller in Jake’s hands.

“What are we playing?” The older deer asked casually enough, sitting with his legs relatively close together, clad in a loose shirt and a pair of shorts, with his body laid in the comfortable embrace of the couch’s back. “Better not be some sports game.”

“Injustice 2.” Connor replied after a quick giggle, and Jake’s eyes lit up-- he liked fighting games.

“Maybe we could, um...make a bet?” Connor asked, scooting a little closer in his seat, and Jake knew immediately what he was thinking.

“No.” 

“Why not?”

“We both know I’d win every time...that wouldn’t be fair, would it?” Jake countered, and Connor couldn’t really argue with that, even if it seemed clear to Jake that he didn’t really mind losing. Connor piped down after that, and for a little while he appeared dejected and downtrodden by Jake’s remark, but both of them knew it was for a different reason. He started to get more chipper over time, however, the more that he focused on the game they were playing and less on his own antics; they fought in 1v1s back and back for so long that both of them started to forget what time it was-- and naturally, Jake won almost every single time, bar two attempts, which the cub took in his stride.

Over time, Connor edged closer and closer, and at first, Jake hadn’t even noticed, but once he felt the cub’s shoulder brushing against his own, it was obvious. It didn’t make him nervous-- he was sure he would say no if Connor tried anything-- but he didn’t want to admit that a large part of him really wanted it. He wanted to go all the way with him, but he knew that he was far too big for such a young boy, and his nephew, no less. The anxiety of it wrestled with his own urges, but on the surface, he was cool as a cucumber...or tried to be. Connor shifted between games, either trying to get closer as he played it off with a giggle or a laugh, or deliberately adjusting his shorts, bringing them down a little, or yanking down the front of his shirt when it bothered him, accentuating how tight it was around his body. All of it was provocative...and frankly, they were corny attempts to seduce him.

“Alright, I think I’m ready to take a break,” Jake sighed, putting his controller to the side as he leaned forward. “What time is it?”

He stuffed a hand into his pocket as the cub shrugged, on his other side, and Jake unlocked his screen briefly to check the time-- it had been around 3 hours...he had gotten sucked into the game pretty easily. The older deer put his phone on the coffee table and glanced to Connor out of the corner of his eye.

“Not been long since breakfast, right? We can wait a little before we get lunch. You got any other games?” He asked, and Connor hesitated to even move for a moment before he sat up slightly.

“Uuumm...I have a dancing game...but I don’t really have many,” He leaned into Jake’s arm and tried to coyly loop his closest arm around his. “We could watch a movie? Mom’s got a Furflix subscription.”

“In the middle of the day? I guess...” Jake mumbled. “You don’t want to go playing out in the back yard or something? We could kick around a ball.”

“Um...okay!” Connor seemed on board with it, and Jake quickly rose, expecting the cub to follow as he headed outside.

Jake wasn’t a sports person, but even he’d played soccer back when he was Connor’s age, and the two of them had kicked around the ball a couple of times in the past, though not so much nowadays...not even because of the lewd things they’d experimented with together, but largely because of the boy’s shift towards video games over exercise and sports. Jake couldn’t blame him; he was the same at that age too. Connor was as hopelessly bad as usual, but he was deliberately playing even worse, and Jake could tell-- the 10-year-old was hilariously bad at being subtle. Whenever Jake came to intercept the ball from him, half the time the younger deer would mysteriously trip and end up on the floor. Every time he fell, he deliberately lingered there and giggled, splaying himself out on the grass and spreading his legs before asking to be helped up. When Jake had the ball and Connor tried to get it off him, Connor dared to sometimes try and tackle him, purposefully not playing by the rules; he’d barrel into Jake’s stomach and the older deer would stand firm, unable to be toppled...but Jake could definitely feel the younger deer push and grope against his uncle’s crotch with his shoulder, and when Connor’s legs came out from under him and sagged, he dragged his muzzle down against his crotch before falling to the grass. He did it enough times that Jake just started trying to sidestep his tackles, but it worked in Connor’s favour and allowed him to show himself off all over again.

It wasn’t frustrating, nor annoying...in fact, it was remarkably endearing, but it was a slippery slope that Jake was nervous to go down with the boy, and the more he didn’t say anything, the more he realised he was enabling it. It came to a head when Connor actually took him by surprise for the first time; he launched at him when the 10-year-old had the ball himself, and Jake wasn’t anticipating the tackle; he went tumbling to the ground and he instinctively reached out to up around Connor so he wouldn’t get hurt if he fell over, but all that served to do was keep the boy atop him once they hit the floor. Jake panted, looking up at the sky, and when his arms loosened from around Connor, the younger deer pushed himself up and wiped his forehead, running a hand through the little tufts of fur atop his head to settle them before his hands planted on Jake’s chest.

“Oops...sorry.” He giggled, and Jake just rolled his eyes, but he could see Connor’s expression shift slightly, and his gaze unfocus as he rolled his hips down against Jake’s body. The prominence of the cub’s little erection was obvious, and his tiny, barely restrained grunt even more so. If he was trying to re-enact that first time when they were play-wrestling, it was...unfortunately working.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Jake sat up, and with surprising dexterity rolled the two of them over, pinning the cub to the floor so that the older deer could withdraw, pushing himself up and rising to his hooves. Connor spluttered, staring up at him in dismay, before he visibly pouted and rolled to the side. He laid there for longer than necessary sulking, and Jake didn’t linger to berate him about it, or call him out; instead, he just went back inside. After that, he needed a glass of water.

The mid-20s deer stood by the sink and chugged a glass, having a moment of privacy, when Connor stormed from the back door and into the kitchen, hovering by the doorway to the kitchen before trudging past and into the living room. Jake glanced out the corner of his eye and blew a sigh, realising the two of them were going to have to have some kind of conversation. He paused and stood in the kitchen for a while before heading through and down the hallway.

“Connor, I-- Jesus!”

Jake recoiled and covered his eyes when he realised that Connor was not only not seated on the couch, but had also taken off all of his clothes, and left them strewn around the room in piles. Jake had only caught a glimpse of his perfect young ass and tiny little cock before he covered his eyes, but the image was already burned into his brain.

“Did I do something wrong?” Connor asked with a whimper that made Jake’s heart twist. “I thought you liked me and wanted to do stuff with me.”

“Connor...you realise this is wrong, right?” Jake grimaced, keeping his eyes covered, and he stiffened as he felt the young boy’s body touching his. “You’re my nephew, we can’t be doing this.”

“But you liked it before...you said my butt was nice...” Connor mumbled, his hand rubbing up and down Jake’s chest, and Jake was sure the boy could feel his hammering heart. “And, um...I liked seeing your penis. I looked on my tablet and Google says it’s okay to like boys.”

“Connor...”

“Can I see it again, please? You did it before when Amber was here...” Connor insisted, and Jake trembled on the spot. It was taking all his willpower not to cave and let the cub do what he wanted-- hearing him plead was making him crumble so easily. He wanted nothing more than to pin the boy down and make him squeal with pleasure. He wanted to touch his body and squeeze his ass. Just thinking about it was already making him sport a chub, and that only got worse when Connor pressed his young, naked body up to Jake’s own, and he could feel the cub’s semi-hardened erection prodding his thigh. He muttered a swear under his breath, but he was paralysed, unable to resist, yet found it impossible to go through with it, either.

Jake's indecision would inevitably be his downfall; As he stood there, unsure what to do, Connor began to descend down his body, stroking his hands across his clothed stomach and towards the waistline of his shorts, where he pulled at it, wrestling with the button. Jake knew he should have pushed him off, should have pulled him away and told him no...but he just couldn’t muster the courage to do so.

Tiny hands worked at the button, and after a clumsy handful of seconds, where each agonising moment that passed was making Jake harder and harder, the button came loose. He could feel Connor’s hands tugging at the sides of his shorts and he could practically sense the impatience in his movements as the shorts came down, gliding past the older deer’s hips, where they dropped around his hooves. He instinctively stepped out of them and peeked from underneath his arm and hand covering his face so that he could look down, and the sight he saw made his heart beat even faster-- Connor was eagerly on his knees in front of him, utterly naked, his brown-furred nose and tiny antlers angled back to look up, and Jake’s bulging half-erection in his boxer shorts hovered just inches from the boy’s muzzle.

“Fuck...” Jake mumbled under his breath, his body as stiff as a board as Connor’s hands came back up, reaching for the waistband of his pants. A groan came from him as he slid his underwear down, making his cock become more and more revealed, and a sigh of relief came from him when the head of it passed the lip of his boxers, and it sprung upwards, threatening to slap his nephew on the nose as it swung up and then sagged down, hovering somewhere beyond a horizontal level, angled downwards. The cool air of the room already told old Jake how wet the tip of his length was, but he wasn’t surprised; he was insanely horny.

Jake couldn’t even look at Connor when the deer raised his gaze up to him, and as Jake straightened his head and looked away, he felt his nephew’s young hands on his cock, cupping around the length of his above-average member as he tried to fit the entirety of his digits around it. At first he succeeded, but Jake’s arousal was like a hair trigger; his cock started to rapidly swell as soon as those hands were on him, and with each throb to full mast, it became harder and harder for Connor to touch thumb to finger, until he was unable to wrap his hand around the sheer girth of his uncle’s 9 or 10 inch cock. Jake’s length twitched and throbbed with need, and his heart hammered with desperation and anxiety, parts of him still tussling with others, instincts and urges fighting logic.

Sudden and intense pleasure shot through Jake’s body as the warmth of what he could only assume to be his nephew’s tongue and lips met with the end of his member, and despite his nerves, his eyes snapped down to watch. He stared with a fervent intensity as that young muzzle tried to open up and accept him, and Connor struggled to take even the tip, having to really open wide just to let it in, but when it was inside, his tongue got to work as much as he could; it danced and slid around, trying to coat every inch it could reach, and his tongue wriggled and smeared around the edge of Jake’s glands, trailing around his circumcised cock in circles. It was impossible for Jake not to exhale sharply and groan his approval-- Connor might be clumsy, but it was still incredible.

“G...” Jake hesitated to speak, to add fuel to the fire, but he couldn’t resist in the end as he reached down to cup the side of his nephew’s cheek. “That’s it, just...let it go a little deeper, relax your jaw.”

Connor followed what his uncle was suggesting, and he strained to let it slide a bit further, but it was Jake’s insistence and his own rolling hips that helped it slip in a couple more inches, until the tip of it was grazing the roof of the deer’s mouth and nudging towards the back of his throat. The tightness of his nephew’s muzzle was sublime, but it was the wriggling tongue, full of eagerness, that was the best part. It made Jake’s chest flutter to know his 10-year-old nephew was so keen to please him, and there was a part of Jake that relished being desired by the boy, as well. He hummed quietly as that young tongue pushed and wriggled along the underside of his member, whilst both of Connor’s hands dragged down to the base of his member. Jake brought his other hand down in turn, gently taking one of the cub’s wrists to direct it down.

“Give these a good feel...heavy, right?” Jake murmured, sighing pleasantly when Connor’s small hand lifted and felt the weight of one of his ample nuts. “Fuuuck, you’re doing so good...just keep sucking my cock like that...”

Jake was still wrestling with his thoughts on it all, but just talking about it, and encouraging Connor to go past his limits, was making any mental resistance crumble. His member throbbed greedily in the cub’s mouth, but he was profoundly dissatisfied-- he wanted so much more than this. He wanted that beautiful, bubbly ass the boy had. He wanted to plunge to the hilt and feel him squirm, wanted Connor to moan and beg for more...just thinking about it was riling the deer up. He groaned again, gritting his teeth as he rolled his hips a bit more forward, but he tugged back when he heard his nephew let out a noise of his own in response, one that didn’t necessarily sound positive. He knew he should be more careful, but it just felt too damn good.

“You can give them a squeeze, just...be gentle,” Jake encouraged Connor to grope his balls a little more, and a heavier, more purposeful groan ripped through the older deer when the cub flexed his fingers against one ample nut. “Oooh fuck, Connor...you’re doing really good.”

Connor seemed to like being encouraged or praised; Jake could hear his little whimpers around his cock, and he tried to bow his head to do more, but immediately pulled back when his body refused it. Jake didn’t mind-- this was only the start of what he wanted to do to his nephew, and what he was doing was already plenty enjoyable. He let him continue for a little while longer until he felt the pressure in him build, and he knew that if he let Connor keep going, this wonderful moment would be over far too quickly. Despite so desperately wanting to, Jake brought both hands to Connor’s cheeks and slightly pulled him back, and the younger deer resisted him for only a few moments before he withdrew, looking up at his uncle with a confused expression.

“I don’t want to finish just yet.” He told the boy, shifting to step out of his boxers as he withdrew his hands and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing everything from his hard, aching erection to his athletic frame. Connor knelt in front of him, unsure where to move, but he was quick to stand when Jake tossed his short to the side and grabbed onto his nephew’s arm, lifting him up. With a jerk of his head and a gesture, he wordlessly brought the cub over to the couch and had him bend over it-- somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he should put a towel down, but in that moment, he didn’t care.

“Are you going to put it in my butt?” Connor asked tentatively, and just hearing him talk about it so lewdly made Jake’s cock bounce up and down with glee. He groaned to himself, grasping the base of his member as he pressed the length of it towards the small of the deer’s back, dragging down as the underside of his cock rubbed against his nephew’s behind. He could feel Connor stiffening up underneath him, trembling with anticipation.

“Do you feel it?” Jake murmured, watching the deer’s head nod as he tried to crane his head back to see. “Feels big, doesn’t it? Too big for your small body...”

Connor whimpered under his breath, but it was hard to tell if he was frustrated or turned on, or even just plain intimidated. Jake leant over Connor’s body, planting a hand on the couch as he pressed his hips down and groaned with the pressure of sandwiching his cock between his body and his nephew’s wonderful ass. It already felt so plump, and he wanted nothing more than to grab fistfuls of his cheeks and squeeze. He pushed himself down further and felt the 10-year-old shudder beneath him, and his free hand wrapped around, sidling down his stomach until he touched with his nephew’s leaky erection. The younger deer instinctively bucked against his hand and huffed quietly, evidently horny, and Jake rubbed and rolled his hips to show his approval.

After a few moments, Jake started to drag himself down, lowering his body as his member slid all the way past Connor’s pillowy rump. His hands cupped the 10-year-old’s hips as he squeezed and grasped at his cheeks, Jake’s own body shifting along the couch until he was half-kneeling on it a short distance behind his nephew’s body. His greedy hands sank into the malleable flesh of the boy’s cheeks, and he spread them wide, revealing the object of his obsession; that wonderful, puckered little hole hidden between. It clenched when exposed to the air and the boy’s muscles tightened as he was spread, a quiet gasp escaping from him. His tail wiggling to and fro, fluttering with the suspense of the moment, and Jake had no intention of making him wait.

The older deer lowered his head and brought it forward, his muzzle hovering inches from his 10-year-old nephew’s behind, and Connor quivered with the hot breath he felt on his rump, before he burrowed his mouth between those cheeks, pressing lips and tongue to that delicate hole. Connor let out a quiet gasp again and Jake could feel him squirming and arching his back, already overwhelmed just by the touch, but the older deer’s hands held him firm and hummed against his entrance as his tongue dragged down and up, smearing across every inch of that hole. It’s spasming and clenching felt so small against his roaming tongue, but it was Connor’s whimpers of confusion and pleasure he enjoyed the most; the boy couldn’t understand why it felt good, but he would soon.

Jake moved in a rhythm, his muzzle pursing and his jaw flexing as he smeared his tongue back and forth, making sure to coat every little bit of his nephew’s hole in spit, until it was wet and slick. Desire surged through the man’s body as his fingers dug into the malleable flesh of his nephew’s ass, and his digits squeezed, gripping and clenching as he sought to dig his tongue deeper. He wanted to go as far as he could, to dig deeper until the boy was putty in his hands. He stuck out his tongue and pushed, thrusting the appendage against his nephew’s hole, and Connor instinctively resisted him, clenching at first as the tongue struggled to pierce the tautness of his hole until, eventually, the muscles relaxed and Jake sank inside. He could feel the flesh gripping around his invading tongue, trying to both push him out and suck him in, and it only made him want to go deeper.

Connor whined his approval, lifting his behind and pushing it back against his uncle’s muzzle as the adult shoved his tongue in, using his hands to spread the boy’s ass wider. His tongue-plunging was rough and wet, filled with desire and an almost immature impatience as he sought to reach his nephew’s little prostate, knowing it’d be hidden somewhere inside, just a short ways in. He gauged where it was based on the 10-year-old’s progressively heavier moans, and he knew he had hit the mark when he heard that delicate whimper of pleasure, followed by a high-pitched squeak of delight. He curled his tongue before pushing it down and the boy trembled around his mouth, shuddering and groaning a deeply carnal, guttural moan. Every muscle in the boy’s body clenched at once before he relaxed completely, harshly panting as Jake swivelled and swirled his tongue around.

He hummed, withdrawing and pushing his tongue back and forth, angling and pressing it down, as each passing moment made his loins ache the more he listened to his nephew’s pleasured groans of delight, but to a point he started to grow frustrated-- he was ready, of that he was sure. Slowly, the older deer slid back, his hands squeezing as his tongue popped free from the cub’s taut hole, his muzzle parted as he took in heavy, panting breaths. Connor wriggled his ass, squirming it in the man’s hands-- he clearly wanted more too, but Jake was already all fired up.

“You ready?” He asked, a husky undertone to his voice as he raised himself up, and he got to look at Connor’s flushed face as their eyes met. With slow, sensual movements, Jake pulled his body back into a kneeling position and his cock bounced up and pushed against his nephew’s balls, touching with the underside of his young cock, before Jake slid his hips back as his hands hungrily spread his plump cheeks, so that the head of his cock could smear up and press to that spit-covered entrance. Connor tensed up under his grip, hesitant, and Jake licked his lips in response...he wanted him to enjoy it, and would never do anything to hurt him, but the hesitation in the boy’s eyes was kind of arousing.

“Don’t worry,” He insisted. “It’ll feel really good, I promise. Just relax yourself, alright? Loosen every muscle...”

Connor did as he was told, his clenched body becoming looser after just a few moments, and in the wake of it, Jake could feel the head of his cut cock pressing a little deeper against the entrance, like it was inviting him in. Connor felt so impossibly tight that Jake was scared he might not even take it at all, but in that moment, all he wanted was to bury himself inside...and to a point, it overshadowed his concern. He pushed a little deeper, felt that snug flesh continue to stay relaxed around his intrusion, and as soon as the head of his cock was inside, Connor’s muscles closed up again.

“T-That’s it, that’s...oooh...” Jake had to resist swearing, even if he wanted to. “You’re doing so good, Connor...just keep relaxing, okay? And if it hurts, tell me.”

Connor visibly winced, but refused to say if it was painful or not, and Jake took his silence as consent as he slipped in a little further. His slippery pre-cum and the spit he made an effort to smear inside the cub’s body were just barely enough to make the intrusion doable, but as he sank even deeper, he started to meet resistance pretty quickly. When he knew he couldn’t bury any more without hurting him, Jake started to drag back, and his body shuddered with the intense pleasure he felt; Connor was far tighter than he’d ever imagined, and he was milking every invading inch of Jake’s cock, squeezing him so tightly that it threatened to sting.

“You’re doing really good, really, really...” Jake huffed under his breath, his eyes lidded over as he pushed forward and sank himself back in, marking his entry with an approving groan that was accentuated by Connor’s grunting exhale. “Your ass feels so tight, Connor. How does my cock feel?”

“I-It’s really big...” It took Connor a few moments to reply, but when he did, his words only turned Jake on even more. The older deer pressed in and thrust, putting a little more force behind his movements, and his eyes twinkled with delight when he saw that Connor could take half of him, at least.

With that, he eased into a rhythm, his hips dragging back slowly and carefully before he thrust forward with a little more force, over and over, and each time he did, he loosened the boy up, allowing him to get just a little further in every time. It was after a couple of minutes or so of mixed grunting, huffing, panting and gasping that Jake was finally in fully, and it was an intoxicating feeling, to be buried so deep in his nephew’s ass. He relished the softness of those bubbly, round cheeks against pelvis, and his loins coiled with tightness when Connor flexed and rhythmically squeezed his hole around every inch of Jake’s cock.

“Good boy...” Jake murmured. “Fuck, you’re milking me dry, Connor...your ass is so good.”

His approving words and praise seemed to excite the younger deer; Connor wriggled his behind and pushed back against Jake’s hips, nudging and rolling up and down before he relaxed himself again, his eyes closed. To Jake, he looked a little exhausted, and he knew Connor was in for some much-needed rest when he was done.

Slowly, the older deer leaned over the smaller one, one hand keeping to the cub’s cheek as the other planted itself on the arm of the couch, just a little above Connor’s head. He angled his legs appropriately, one on the cushions and the towards the carpeted floor, and he hesitated for just a moment before he pulled back and started to fuck his cute little nephew as a moderately-paced rhythm, his hips dragging back only a little before he pushed in, wanting to milk and enjoy the feel of the entirety of his nephew’s flesh around his cock. He grunted with the exertion of his pumping hips, his cock sliding back and forth, until the pre-cum slathered around his member so slickly that the sounds of their sex became wet and noisy, each pump of his hips enunciated by a wet slap.

“That’s it, just like that, just...” Jake huffed under his breath, feeling like a wild animal as he bucked and thrust his hips. “You’re so good, you’re so...so...”

Connor whined beneath him, which to Jake made it sound like he wanted to reply in some way, to agree with him, but he must have been so overwhelmed with the sensations and taking his uncle’s cock for the first time that he couldn’t formulate the words. The two gyrate and move in tandem, huffing and groaning until they reached a peak. Jake couldn’t stop even if he wanted to-- he’s driven by lust, by the incredible sensations coursing through his body, and the imminent climax that’s right on the precipice in his body.

He groaned, louder and louder, until he pushed in deep, and with a shudder and a sigh of utter euphoria, he pressed in, all the way to the base, as his balls tucked up against his body. Connor squeaked, for he wasn’t expecting the sudden flood of warmth that shot into his stomach, or that came out of his ass, for the fluids seeped from his entrance with the sheer force of his uncle’s release. Jake’s load was, frankly, excessive-- he thought that hot-dogging the cub’s ass before was the best orgasm of his life, but this beat it by a mile. With each vivid spurt, thick, gooey cum shot deep, splattering into Connor’s innards and shooting backwards when it had nowhere to go. It pooled inside the boy, making his stomach swell around the almost prominent bulge of his uncle’s cock, pushing his stomach outwards, and the older deer’s climax seemed to have no end. Every twitch and throb simply shot more and more, until Connor felt bloated and full. 

Jake felt wholly, incredibly satisfied. He shuddered with the sheer feeling of it, his eyes lidded over as his mouth hung agape. He was overwhelmed with bliss, his balls churning and twitching with each throb of his lengthy cock. He swept one hand over Connor’s front and came to a startling realisation of how full the cub’s belly was; he palmed over it, feeling out the stark circular surface-- it was like his nephew was pregnant and almost ready to give birth, as crude as it sounded...like a balloon had blown up in his stomach, or he was carrying a bowling ball in there. It was so perfectly round that he was worried Connor might burst.

Beneath him, Connor groaned and squirmed-- it was hard to tell if the bulging of his belly, full of his uncle’s cum, was giving him discomfort, but Jake tried to soothe it by stroking across the roundness of his inflated stomach, stroking up and down as he nudged his hips and milked the last of his orgasm into the cub’s behind, that tight hole squeezing every last drop. He palmed across the fur, feeling the hot warmth of the flesh beneath, stretched to what could potentially be its limits...it turned him on so much that he wanted to hold Connor down and go for another around, but he instead resisted.

“Oh god...” Jake muttered, unable to comment anything else, and with a groan, he swung to the side, hooking around Connor as he moved to the couch. His back hit the upright cushions before the side of his body and shoulder did, and dampness seeped against his side where the cum had bubbled out of Connor’s ass. There was a noisy squelch as he pressed himself back into his nephew’s ass, before Connor settled down next to him, his swollen stomach jiggling with the amount of cum he was holding. He cuddled his nephew to his chest, and Connor hesitated at first before he leaned back into him, letting out a shaky exhale. All the while, Jake sensually rubbed his nephew’s stomach up and down, feeling out just how round it was.

“You did so good, Connor...” Jake murmured. “I didn’t think you could take it all.”

“Did it make you happy?” Connor asked with a sheepish smile, though Jake couldn’t see it.

“You made me very happy...” Jake sighed. “You’re happy too, right?”

“I’m really happy.” Connor giggled, and Jake nuzzled against the side of his neck, peppering a kiss or two against his slender, boyish shoulder.

“Good,” Jake chuckled. “Let’s lay here a little while, then I’ll get you cleaned up and pampered real good before your mom gets home. Then we’ll get pizza, okay?”

“Um...” Connor shifted, giggling to himself. “Could we maybe do it again? Um...if it doesn’t hurt later.”

“Naughty...” Jake huffed, a grin spreading across his muzzle. “We’ll do whatever you want, Connor...”

When Connor’s mom finally got home, the duo had cleaned up, made sure the place looked spick and span...and had fucked all over the house in the hours they had together.