Date: Thu, 24 May 2007 08:28:21 -0700 From: Rio Mack <email@example.com> Subject: Fishing Opener (gay/incest) Fishing Opener By Rio Mack DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex. It's Thursday night, a very serene night at the late. Beautifully cool after a gloriously hot day. Pete lay back in a well-appointed, knotty-pine paneled bedroom, blissful, as Eric, his excited lover, works over his dripping cock, getting it hard and wet for the ass-reaming Eric wants so bad (all the sun and fresh air up here the past several days have them horny as hell, twenty-four/seven). Pete, 27, wears a drop-dead sexy high & tight and sports a light, very manly beard which makes his square jaw look even sexier. With a beautiful dusting of body hair, he's tough, lean, and ripped in a way that takes the breath away of whoever sees him shirtless, all those lovely lickable veins one's tongue is so tempted to trace. Eric, his younger lover, is a beautiful Swedish muscle-hunk, a bit bulkier than Pete, but just as ripped, with pierced nipples and cock; he wears his blonde hair longish, and Pete loves running his hands through it as Eric chows down on his cock. They're up at the cottage for the fishing opener weekend. The cabin is in a very isolated stretch of piney woods; they have a huge point of land all their own. Built in the early forties, the cabin has been in Pete's family ever since. It's a sizable three bedroom log-and-stone lodge-like structure that looks like it could be the setting for a Ralph Lauren ad, crammed full of olde-timey antiques. Pete, who owns a small contracting firm, and Eric, who went from one of Pete's young workers to his lover going on three years, spent the past two summers re-doing the kitchen and bath, updating yet keeping the period feel, and putting in a hot tub on the deck outside the living room and a Finnish sauna down near the dock. Pete's taken a proprietary interest in the place, since he and his sister, Donna have become the third generation of family owners, their folks getting too old to maintain or even use the place. It's really Pete and his friends who are the only users, since Donna, though she only lives downstate, hasn't come up for years. This year, Pete and Eric decided to come up early, in time for the fishing opener. They arrived on Monday and opened the place up. Their plan - a little fishing and a lot of fucking, sprinkled liberally with nude tanning, cooking together, wine on the dock, and late-night hot tubbing. Pete's firm has had a hell of a crowded work schedule this past year - seems like every gay couple in the city (the clientele he markets himself to) has had work for them this year. He's been firm about keeping these two weeks and then six weeks in August and September reserved for Eric and him to spend up here. Pete's head thrashed slowly back and forth, his hands cradling Eric's thick blonde mane, feeling the cum build in his balls while his lover licks and laps and sucks him to wet, straining hardness. Fuck, he felt ripe. He scrunched his lithe body around, so he can begin to finger his young lover's hole, when suddenly, they heard a car drive up the long lane to their cabin. Pete, regrettably, hopped out of bed, looking out to see who the hell it could be. They're expecting a couple friends, but not until next week. They have an amped curiosity - not scared, as these are two tough hombres. The mysterious arrivals turn out to be young kids, who proceed to begin unloading their car. Pete stared in disbelief; he was just about ready to go storming out when he hears one of them refer to "Mom" and suddenly realizes it's his nephews, whom he hasn't seen in about 4 or 5 years. He does the math quickly and figures these boys should be about 17 and 19, respectively. They're the sons Donna had with her first husband, Sean, a very good-looking Scotch-Irish cop. Pete had met him for the first time about ten years ago - up here, in fact, during a family reunion. Both their gaydars went off immediately when Donna introduced her husband to her brother. They did low-level flirting for the first day, then next afternoon, when everyone else went out on the lake, they stayed behind and fucked and sucked madly. They were fuck-buddies from then on, until Donna finally divorced Sean, having put a detective on him because she thought he was seeing another woman. When the detective showed her the photos of all the hot young studs he'd been fucking (remarkably missing photos of Pete and Sean, God knows there wold have been plenty), she freaked and left him, getting custody of the then 12 & 14 year-old sons. Donna had been cold to her brother from then on; Pete always felt it was because she knew he was gay and suspected she and her ex had fooled around. Did they ever. Sean was so damn hot-looking, a very trained body, huge cock, and such a cute, boyish face. What a tiger in bed. The two of them could kiss and suck and fuck and stroke for hours. They'd steal away at any family get together, and Sean would even come over some nights or weekend afternoons, at least 3 times a month. He saw Sean for a few months after the divorce, but then he moved to Denver, wanting a clean start in a city where there'd be no gossip. Donna remarried a year or so later to an ultra-Christian banker or something. His nephews, he'd heard from his own parents, had been put in religious high schools. Ryan, the oldest boy, had just finished his first year at a bible college. He'd always been cute as hell, Pete remembered, a real heartbreaker and a total jock. Pete remembered sheepishly how he'd always been right on the verge of making some sort of pass at the then-fourteen year-old boy, but had always nervously chickened out. But shit, was he ever a dick-hardener. The younger boy, Tommy, he remembered as sort of goofy looking, short and kind of awkward; nowhere near the young Abercrombie model his brother was. They were great kids, though, both of them; he'd always enjoyed fooling around with them - frisbee, touch football, squirt gun fights. He'd missed them. And Jesus Fuck, here they were, after almost five years! Too much! A little disappointing, though, since he and Eric would definitely not be able to enjoy the lifestyle they'd gotten used to up here - hanging out nude all day, fucking inside and out, tanning naked on the dock, skinny-dipping, and enjoying lots of that excellent pot for which construction workers are famous. As he watched the boys unload the car, trying to see what they (especially Ryan) looked like after 5 years, a sudden realization gripped him and he shouted to Eric: "Quick! Take a suitcase into one of the other bedrooms and mess the covers up to make it look like you're using that room." "What, you're nephews can't handle us as a couple?" "I'm not sure. Their mother got into some weird religious shit after her divorce. Let's be cool until we have a chance to see what they're like." Eric scampered into some boxer-briefs, and Pete jumped bare-assed into a pair of old, faded overalls. The blonde young muscle-god grabbed his suitcase and took it into the other bedroom, then proceeded to muss with the pillows and covers to make it look like he'd been using it. Pete went to the door, switched on the outside lamp, and stuck his head into the cool yellow glow. "That wouldn't happpen to be my nephews out there, would it?" "Uncle Pete!" the younger boy, Tommy called out. "You're up here? Unreal! We figgered we'd have the place to ourselves. This is awesome! It's been so long!" He rushed up to his uncle, but pulled up short when he saw how buff his uncle looked, especially wearing those old, faded overalls with both straps hanging down, revealing all of his incredibly cut, hair-dusted torso, with nipples hard and firm, poking out from his light man-fur. A quick gasp escaped Tommy, at the further sight of Pete's solidly muscular back, especially stealing a quick glance down, where the drooping overalls hung sexily off his uncle's firm, rock-hard ass, his crack very apparent. Damn, Tommy thought to himself, what a fucking he-man Uncle Pete is. It was exactly the way he remembered him. Pete was staring a little too long, too, as his younger nephew, amazingly, had grown sexy as hell. The goofy little adolescent had blossomed into a hip young male model, one almost feminine-looking in his soft, sexy features. Kind of Justin Timberlake (whom both he and Eric were crazy for) meets an Armani cover-boy. Thin lips, long eyelashes, pale skin, short dark hiply-cut hair, and a sylph-like build. But a leanly-muscled one, Pete could tell, given the loose wife-beater the boy was wearing and his low-sagging jeans. His shirt was too short and tight on him, fortunately, showing a couple inches of chiseled abs and hipbones that Pete found hard to tear his gaze from. "We get you out of bed?" the boy asked, realizing the charged, awkward silence. "Yeah, but no problem." He hugged the boy. "Damn, it's good to see you," he said softly, letting his hands roam in avuncular affection all over what he discovered was a very nicely-developed back. "Been wwwaaaaayyyyy too long." Tommy clasped his uncle, his hands electrified by the feel of that powerful, lightly furred back. He wished he was bold enough to let his hands roam down a ways further . . . . By this time, Tommy's older brother, Ryan, joined them, straining awkwardly with luggage and a load of groceries. "Hey, Tommy, how 'bout you help carry some shit in, too, instead of being such a helpless asshole?" "Uh-oh. I'll tell Mom you're swearing again." "Yeah? And I'll tell Mom you made me buy a case of beer on the way up." Tommy reddened, and Pete cracked up. "Boys, boys! Your uncle's here now, so no arguing." He turned to look at Ryan, who'd dropped his load on the stone walkway. His older nephew was almost as gorgeous as his younger one: incredibly well-built, you could tell, even though he was wearing a jean jacket. Broad shoulders, nice chest and arms, and very powerful-looking legs under those worn jeans. Plus, he had the dark good looks of his sister - pouty lips and deep, soulful-looking brown eyes. His hair was longish and his beard hadn't been shaved in probably 3 days. While Tommy had a kind of Euro-boy look, Ryan was all A&F. Pete was ready to swoon over these two handsome young studs; he could feel his long, dangling cock begin to harden and slightly tent his loose overalls. He noticed Ryan's eyes rake over his body, staring just a tad too long at his groin; he wondered if Ryan could guess the cause of his evident arousal. Nervously, he hugged his nephew, telling him, too, how good it was to see him after so long. Ryan said, in a husky, emotional voice, "We've sure missed you, Uncle Pete." The older man helped pick up some of Ryan's load, hoisting a duffle bag easily up on each shoulder (causing his nephew's eyebrows to raise, impressed), and the two went into the cabin, with Tommy a few steps behind, juggling a case of beer, an iPod, and two gym bags. Suddenly both boys stopped short when they saw Eric walk in from the back of the cabin. The blonde young hunk strode in cooly, his brawny, well-chiseled form on almost total display, covered only by a tight pair of boxer briefs, which did very little to hide the long thick cock pressed against his body. Tommy, especially, was totally turned on by the pierced nipples; he'd been wanting to do that, but his mother went insane any time he mentioned it. "Guys," said Pete, relieved to feel his cock soften a bit from the initial excitement, "let me intorduce you to my good buddy, Eric Greggerson, who's up on vacation here with me. Eric works with me at my contracting firm. Eric, this is Ryan & Tommy, my nephews." As they shook hands, Pete had to smile to himself, since he knew exactly what was going through Eric's mind. Eric, only 22 himself, loved younger guys. The two of them had a deeply commited but very open relationship, and Eric was always bringing young studs home he'd met at his gym or who lived at our near at whatever house they were doing work on. Pete knew Eric was licking his lips at the two sides of prime young beef his nephews had become. He could see his nephews stare pretty intently at Eric, too, who looked smoldering-hot with those luscious muscles, ripped six-pack, wheatstraw hair, and that thick slab of man-meat on display. What must they be thinking, Pete wondered? Their uncle and a hot young guy, barely dressed, staying up here alone. As sexy a young muscle-couple as you could find. Eric's sexy piercings (he strained to see if you could see the cock piercing through the thin cotton). How strong is their gaydar? And just what sort of shit has Donna filled their heads with? Ah well, he thought. I think it's time for me to take my hot young nephews under my wing. Pete decided that most of the plans he and Eric had for this week would go on as schedule. He'd give his nephews a taste of his lifestyle and let them see how incredibly fine it was. The next morning, Eric woke up first. He kissed his still-sleepy lover, threw on a pair of tight, low-cut white briefs, and went out to get breakfast started. He'd let Pete sleep: they were up late last night, their love-making quiet but intense after he snuck back into the bedroom they shared. Both of them were so amped up at the delicious surprise of these two young hotties joining them up here for a week. He decided to make a big pancake breakfast for Pete's nephews' first morning at the cabin. While he was flipping the first batch, Tommy came out of his bedroom, looking a little bleary-eyed. Eric noticed approvingly the boy was wearing a very sexy pair of board shorts, sagging right down to the base of his cock, his lean, lithe, lickably smooth frame beautifully exposed. How he wanted to suck on one of those perfect, pink, dime-sized nipples. Tommy stared out the big picture window, down at the lake. Then he turned to his uncle's friend working behind the breakfast bar. "I forgot how beautiful it is up here," Tommy smiled. He sat down at the breakfast counter, and his eyes grew immediately wider when he noticed that Eric was naked except for the briefest of briefs. That tan, luscious blonde bulk was too compelling for Tommy to ignore. Eric noticed the young nephew's eyes. "Hope you and your brother don't mind how informal it gets up here," he casually remarked as he stirred batter. "Pete and I our friends who come up love wearing as little as possible up here. We're pretty much all into our bodies from working them hard on the job and in the gym. And you take some naturally exhibitionist muscle-studs, add sun and a lake and a secluded forest, and you've got the makings of a nudist colony, for sure." They both laughed good-naturedly, but Tommy was secretly pleased as hell. He loved being naked, showing off his body to the other guys in the gym or going as bare as possible in the summer. He knew he had a lot to show off. And fuck, built guys in general were pretty easy on the eyes to him. Shit, guys could be just as good-lookin' as girls. Sometimes hotter, like Eric and his uncle. "I don't mind, Eric. I'm really comfortable with my body, too. And shit," he looked down shyly, "you and Uncle Pete sure as hell got a lot to show off. You guys are totally buff." Eric grinned, flexed, and posed, which Tommy totally got off on, especially when Eric turned and you could see his back and ass tighten. Fuck, did he have a hot ass. Tommy would never have an ass so round and perfect like that. Must be a total chick magnet, he thought. "But hey," Eric said, "look at you. You're pretty damn cut yourself." Eric came around the breakfast bar (Tommy couldn't help stealing a glance at that enormous schlong bulging in the hot blonde's skimpy underwear) and softly but firmly felt Tommy's ropey young biceps. "There's real beef in here, Tommy. Nice." Tommy loved how easy and familiar this older boy was, so he felt emboldened. He brushed those beautifully defined pecs and played a bit with each nipple ring. "I really dig pierced nipples. I'm so amped to do mine. But Mom'd freak." Eric tweaked Tommy's nipples, much more slowly and sensually than the embarrassed brush Tommy had given his. "You should," he said softly, "you have perfect nips. They're better than mine. I always think these small little guys look way sexy." Tommy was loving this. It was so damn exciting being chill and tight like this with another dude. It wasn't 'gay' at all, just hot. "You got any other piercings/" he asked daringly, hopefully. Eric smiled, screwed up his lips in a tough guy snarl, then quick-as-a-flash pulled down the front of his already low briefs. Tommy gasped out a loud "Fuck!" Revealed before him was the most incredible dick he'd ever seen: huge, smooth, thick, long; a small, sexy, short-trimmed blonde bush sat atop it; and it dangled down so fucking low. And there, at the tip of the foreskin-covered head, was a thick silver ring. All too quickly, Eric re-sheated his mighty rod. In that three seconds or so, Tommy's mind flooded with all sorts of images and sensations. All of them having to do with gay sex. It was a whirl he was barely conscious of, processing it in his nerves, not his mind. "Fuckin' hot," was all Tommy could croak out. Eric winked, turned, and got cups for coffee. Tommy's mind echoed loudly with words Eric had said-'muscle-studs,' 'exhibitionist,' 'nudist colony.' He wished he himself was in something skimpier than his board shorts. He sipped orange juice and watched Eric's rippling body as he worked, especially that round, tight ass, barely covered by those tiny briefs. It was going to be totally awesome being up here with Eric and his uncle, seeing how older, totally sexy guys hung out. It was like he was being initiated, Tommy realized, into the Cult of the Stud. He was learning the kind of easy bodily familiarity that hot-looking dudes felt with each other. Eric and Pete were helping him shake off any last remnants of that weird, uptight discomfort with the body that affected so many guys his age (including Ryan - damn, was his brother ever hung up on nudity; it's like he bought the whole shrieking gay-painc trip their Mom would lay on them all the time). He thought about Uncle Pete: he was anxious as hell to see what his stud uncle would be wearing - or not wearing, he fantasized - this morning. The thought of a parade of near-naked beefcake had Tommy's mind awhirl. He wasn't sure why, but he really dug scoping out good-lookin' guys - the less clothed, the better. He worried he might be gay (his mom sure as hell made enough nasty innuendoes at how he dressed or why he didn't date enough), but he also thought maybe it was just real basic to guys to be into each other's looks. Girls seemed to check each other out all the time. Fuck, Eric was hot. So was his uncle. Tommy wondered if it would be too obvious if he went back in his room and changed into a pair of his sexy underwear. Fuck what Ryan would say. Those army-green briefs he had, they were hot. Eric and Pete might like him in those. Or even . . . "Mornin' everyone. Breakfast ready, Eric? You sleep OK, Tommy?" Tommy turned to see Pete standing there, flexing his bulk, yawning, and looking hot as hell in just a tight, thin-waisted jockstrap. Tommy's throat grew dry and breathless as he watched that hot, hairy hunk of an uncle stretch and flex, all very casual-looking, as if he were just getting the kinks out of a body still stiff from sleep, but erotic as hell. The pouch of his jock was a huge, mouth-watering bulge; Tommy made out an incredibly thick cock he was nervous to stare at but helpless to resist. He could see it curve and snake down under the stretched-thin mesh. And he could make out the big round cock-head. It was fucking beautiful. Pete turned around, and Tommy saw an expanse of ripped, naked manflesh, lovingly carved in pure muscle, tanned to perfection, and dusted perfectly with hair. The thin plastered-on straps of the jock only accented his incredibly sexy body, especially a perfect-shaped, rock-hard ass. Pete was all man. Tommy knew his own dick had grown fully hard; he hoped nothing would happen that he'd have to stand up for. Pete stopped his stretching and joined them around the breakfast bar. His first impulse was to hug his lover, but he checked himself. "So, what's for breakfast?" "I thought pancakes. Coffee's made, there's juice, yogurt, wild blueberries. Dig in, you two." Pete started in motion, but Tommy just stared, still hard, at these two incredible hard-bodies, as Eric flipped more pancakes and Pete got plates, glasses, and flatware, then set them out. These two guys were so damn good-looking, it was ridiculous. They were, like, hotter than any of the dudes Tommy'd seen on the gay porn sites he'd checked out regularly, just for cheap thrills (he assumed all guys his age were doing it; every young dude was gay-curious at some level, no?). His mom kept telling him, sneeringly, that Uncle Pete was gay, but seeing him now, he couldn't believe it. His uncle was 100% hard-core stud, all-male. And his friend Eric was a total stud, too. They just radiated awesome masculinity, there was nothing faggy at all about them. Chicks must dig the shit out of them. He bet they got laid every night. Don't stare, he had to keep reminding himself. As Tommy finished the last few bites of Eric's excellent pancakes, Ryan finally made an appearance, dressed in wife-beater and cargo shorts. Ryan stared in amazement at the scene: Tommy in his sagging board shorts, the jock-clad Pete, washing up some dishes, and his uncle's friend in skimpy white briefs, serving up a plate of pancakes. "Jesus, doesn't anyone wear any fucking clothes around here?" Ryan asked, only half-joking. He was way uncomfortable with this level of exhibitionism. "Not in the summer," his uncle smiled. "No air conditioning. Hope you don't mind? Feel free to be as comfortable as you want, too, Ryan. It's just us guys up here, right?" "Whatever," Ryan mumbled, tucking into his breakfast, trying not to stare. As Ryan ate silently, the others planned their day. Pete wanted to work on his tan and swim for a while. Tommy thought that sounded great (he didn't dare hope his uncle would be into skinny-dipping and nude tanning, which was where his fantasies were headed). "How about you, Ryan?" Eric asked, wiping the counter. "Well, we came up for the fishing opener. I sorta think we should buy some bait and lures for tomorrow morning." "And more beers," Pete cracked, scratching his hard, ripped abs (causing a throb to shoot through Tommy's groin). "How the hell can you have a fishing opener without beer?" "We brought a case," Ryan said, a little defensively. "Which'll probably do til about 2:30 or so this afternoon," Pete laughed. "Come on, Ryan, it's vacation! We're guys! Do the math!" Tommy cracked up and high-fived this long-lost relative he was rapidly thinking was the coolest dude he'd ever met. He was loving being here with Pete and his friend. This was turning into the best vacation ever. "OK," Eric smiled, loving the chemistry he saw developing between Pete and Tommy. Damn, Eric thought - tonight, maybe . . . Pete and Tommy and him . . . oh shit, would that be hot. He factored the older nephew out of the equation; there were no signs of life coming from him. "Ryan & I will head into town for bait and lures and beer. We'll pick up some stuff for dinner, too. Should we grill some steaks?" "Awesome!" both nephews said at once. "Mom never makes steak," Ryan added shyly, "and it's about my favorite meal." Everyone was glad to see Ryan seem to chill a little. "Go to Jenkins," Pete said. "Get filet mignon. A huge cut for each of us. We gotta celebrate my nephews being up here." Eric knew just what that meant. It was a kind of code: Pete believed thick, juicy red meat was a natural aphrodisiac. He wanted every dude in this cabin hot to trot tonight. "OK if I take a shower, Uncle Pete?" Tommy asked. "Go right ahead. Don't even ask. This is sorta your place, too, you guys, so help yourselves to anything." Tommy disappeared into the back half of the cabin. Eric, noticing the older nephew's eyes raking over him, said, "Ryan, just let me finish the dishes, get dressed, and we can head in." "Fine," Ryan answered. "I'm gonna go look at the lake." Once out the door, Pete and Eric kissed deeply, their hands exploring each other's bodies longingly. When they came up for air, Eric gasped, "Fuck, those two young hotties got me horny as hell. Shit, I sure as fuck wish we could work it so the four of us would all land in bed together tonight." "Tell me about. Tommy has me turned on like crazy. If I don't fuck him soon, I'll explode. How did he get so damn good-looking? Suppose I shouldn't be having these thoughts, but damn is he ever turning my crank. I'm fucking dripping just thinking about him! You se him in those shorts? What a sleek fucking body!" "Justin," Eric said knowingly. "Justin!" Pete agreed, and they both laughed. Eric began rubbing his lover's moist, bulging jock-pouch, delighting in this nasty side of Pete. "I kinda think Tommy is on the same wave-length. He's either gay or he's ripe for it. Fuck, is he ever hot. Wish I could send Ryan into town alone, cause I kinda think thirty minutes of you and me and him alone together and that boy would be on his third go-round with each of us. He digs my piercings, did I tell you that?" Pete smirked, Eric's fantasy filling his mind as he stroked himself through the ever-moistening mesh. "Yeah, Ryan sure ain't into it, though," Pete mused, rubbing his stiffening cock thoughtfully. "And I always thought he was the way hotter one. But somethin' tells me you're right: Tommy's down for man-sex in a major way." "Mmmm," Eric said, rubbing his lover's gorgeous pecs, "I'd bet money: he's a yong, gay-curious hottie, dying for his stud of an uncle to show him the ropes." "And whatever ropes his uncle misses, his uncle's friend can show him," Pete moaned lusciously, craning his neck back to kiss his lover. They broke their embrace as they heard Tommy padding down the hall. Both their eyes grew wide as they saw Tommy emerge, nude, with a towel slung carelessly over one shoulder. "Anything I should know about the shower, you guys?" Tommy asked, with a false, nervous brightness in his voice, trying to make it seem like it was totally natural he was parading his lithe, naked musculature in front of them. Pete and Eric ate up the scene of this smooth, built young muscle-boy, with such a painfully perfect cock. Both their dicks were semi-steel. Daringly, but casually, Pete strode closer. He gave a low, appreciate whistle, a sort of one-guy-to-another compliment. "Nice body, nephew!" He was staring at those beautifully worked abs and that luscious young five or so inches of succulent boy-meat. Tommy's cock was a nice fat sausage that seemed to hug his lean body. The top curved out tastily, arcing down to a nice uncut head. The boy shaved his pubes, so the whole package was beautifully displayed. "You must work out a lot," Eric called, also riveted by the tantalizing sight of his lover's nude young nephew. Both he and Pete were trying to normatize this scene as much as possible. They wanted to encourage Tommy to be as naked as he wanted up here. Then they could be naked, too. And then . . . "Sure do," Tommy said, doing a little posing and flexing, pleased these older studs appreciated all the hard work he put into looking good. "I'm in the weight room 4 days a week at school. I wanna make the varisty swim team next year, so I'm not leaving anything up to chance." "And, damn," Pete added, clearing a very dry throat, "you're packing man-sized meat for a, what are you? 16?" "SEVENTEEN!" he called defensively. "Sorry, seventeen." Pete strode close now and lightly, casually, ran his fingers up and down Tommy's dangling cock, causing a thrill of nervous pleasure from the youth. Pete did it 'innocently,' the way you'd pat the butt of a team-mate who'd just made a great play. "I know I sure as hell didn't have a dick this nice-sized when I was seventeen." Tommy smiled shyly, and Pete took his hand away, not wanting to rush things and make the young colt skittery. "Well, you sure got a pretty big-ass dick now, Pete," the boy said eagerly. Tommy was giddy at being able to talk so intimate and masculine with other dudes. This was definitely cool, what bein' a man was all about. Suddenly, the french doors opened and Ryan strode in. "Jesus Christ," the older brother snorted, plopping himself down on the couch and reaching for the first magazine he grabbed which, fortunately, was a Sports Illustrated (there were plenty of gay porn mags in that stack, both Pete and Eric realized with a simultaneous start, each making a mental note to sift through the pile later). Pete was still drinking in this young lust-vision. "And you shave your pubes," Pete nodded, approvingly, restraining the urge to stroke that smooth mouth-watering groin, now that Ryan was back. Ryan looked up and scoffed, "I think it looks totally gay to do that." "A lot of guys in school do it," Tommy said defensively, knowing how fucking hot it looked. He beat off to his own naked reflection in the mirror constantly; his looks got him hard as hell. "Then a lot of guys in your school are totally gay," Ryan said, not looking up. Ryan was extremely uncomfortable with all this male nudity. It wasn't right. His mother would go apeshit. Plus, he was upset to see that his brother, whom he hadn't seen naked in years, was much better hung than he was. "Not sure if it's gay or not," Pete said smoothly, his leering eyes riveted on Tommy's scrumptious cock. It was so plump, so sleek, so beautiful - perfectly set off against his smooth lower abs and groin, proudly on display, just begging to be sucked. Tommy felt that gaze, and it thrilled him. "But all I know is, it looks hot as hell, Tommy. If I were younger, I sure as hell would do it. 'Sides, Ryan, how do you know so much about how gay guys look? Somethin' you wanna tell us, maybe?" He couldn't resist. This older kid had to loosen up. Ryan blushed but said nothing. Tommy was having a ball showing off in front of his sexy uncle and his majorly hot friend. So he decided to push it a bit. He fake-dropped his towel, then bent over - slowly - to pick it up, turning so that Pete and Eric could get a good view of his ass, his shaved-smooth crack with that big drooping ballsac hanging low. Pete and Eric eyed each other: Eric mouthed, 'Ooh La La,' and Pete just strained his face in horned-up agony. Then Pete got inspired. "Well, you take your shower, stud. I'm just gonna slather on some sunscreen for when you're done and we go lay out. You probably figgered already we all tan nude up here." Tommy's dick jumped when he heard that. But before he could process it, he marveled at what his uncle was doing. Matter-of-factly, Pete pulled down his jock, stepped out of it, and tossed it aside. Then he grabbed a bottle of sunscreen from off the table near the french door. Ryan wanted to turn away, but he couldn't. Tommy was transfixed. His own cock began to fill with aroused blood. Pete's dick was exquisite: long, fat, veiny, and uncut. Totally, gorgeously, obscene. It's just the kind of huge, rugged piece of meat Tommy thought a stud like Pete would have. It mesmerized him. All he wanted to do was stroke it, suck it, worship it. Get it hard, then guide it to his ass. He couldn't believe he was having these thoughts, but then he'd never been turned on like this in his life. Pete and Eric were uncovering layers of bullshit and getting down to the core of Tommy's being, and he loved it. The words bubbled out of Tommy's mouth before he had a chance to think: "Dang, Pete, you're about the best-looking [he almost said 'hottest-looking,' but caught himself; Pete was certainly straight, and Tommy didn't want the older stud to be ashamed of him] older dude I've ever seen." Pete mock-frowned. "OK, first, I ain't that old. Second, it's working construction - it's a hell of a workout, believe me. That, combined with my gym time, and I guess I am a bit more ripped than the average guy." He was being modest; he loved teasing this young boy. "'Ripped'??!! Are you shitting? Damn, Pete, you're fucking shredded!" Tommy was now stroking his own cock lightly, without even realizing it, as his eyes honed in on Pete's achingly scrumptious tool. A true tease, Pete held the lotion bottle at cock-level and squeezed out a load, as if he were cumming. Tommy grinned, getting the joke. Pete brought a handful of cream up to his chiseled pecs and began to slather it on. Tommy (and Ryan, as well) watched in fascination as Pete greased up his lean, gorgeous frame, slowly, wantonly, oiling and burnishing each bulging mass of muscle, sinuously flexing all the while. Tommy's eyes bulged as Pete squirted out a couple more loads and - OUTRAGEOUS! Tommy thought eagerly - proceeeded to lube that long, thick cock. Pete stroked his cock wantonly, pinching and playing with the foreskin, then grasped his big hand around the whole shaft, running it up and down lewdly. "Wouldn't want sunburn here," he smiled knowingly. Ryan was both fascinated and revolted. "You 'bout ready to go now, Eric?" he stammered. "Sure," said the blonde beauty, sad to leave such a highly charged scene, but happy to leave Pete and Tommy alone, so Pete could see just how far he could take things with his gorgeous young nephew, "lemme get a shirt, some jeans, and my flip-flops." Pete was doing his ass as Eric and Ryan left. His turn to tease Tommy with his butt, he made a succulent show of his hard hairy cheeks, first slathering each firm round globe sensually, then delicately stroking lotion up and down his crack. Tommy's cock was jutting straight up now, embarrasing him totally, so - even though he hated to tear himself away - he told Pete he'd better hit the shower. In actually, he wanted to pump a few loads in the shower, beating off to the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Eric & Pete had re-did the bathroom to make the shower area one half of the space; there was no door or curtain, the walls and floor were all stone, so you just stepped over by the nozzles and turned on the spray. They wanted it this way because they loved watching each other or their friends shower. Plus, it made the shower space big enough so at least four guys could fit comfortably under the spray. In the shower, Tommy came almost at once, he was so horned up from all the hot muscle and sexy flirting this morning. And it was just in time, too; for he could hear someone coming down the hall. In a moment, his uncle appeared, a naked gorgeous stud, big cock and balls swaying and all his lean, carved muscles rippling. Fuck was he a turn-on. Tommy's flaccid, just-shot dick started to stir again at the sight of this total hunk. "You 'bout ready for some fun in the sun, dude?" Pete asked, watching his hot young mephew rinse off the last of the soap. "Sure am, Uncle," Tommy chirped, grabbing one of the huge, ultra-soft bath towels to dry himself. "I'm just gonna trim my beard a bit while you dry off," his uncle purred, looking for any excuse to be close to the lean, nude perfection that was his young nephew. He grabbed his shaver and touched up a few spots needlessly. "Oh, and here," he added, grabbing a couple bottles of sunscreen from among the collection of lotions and potions (and lube, too, he saw, laughing to himself) on the counter. "You better slather this stuff on if you ain't used to the sun. Up here, you can get sunburned real easily." He held up a tube of 75 spf. "Use this on that fine young stud-cock you got danglin' down there. Be a shame to burn such a fine piece o' meat." Pete leaned back on the counter, folding his beautifully pumped arms across his cut pecs, and watched coolly as the young boy greased himself up, proudly showing off for his uncle's approval his lean, well-worked frame. He turned his back to his uncle and bent down to do his legs and feet. "Whoa, you shave your crack, too, huh? Shit, bet that nice all-over smooth body o' yours drives all the girls wild?" "I admit, I get my share," Tommy lied. Pete leaned in close, lightly tracing a finger up and down Tommy's smooth, slick crack, sending a shiver through both of them. "They must like gliding their tongues up and down this nice smooth groove, huh?" "Not as much as I'd like 'em to," Tommy answered shyly, voice trembling with the awesome desires, all concerning his fine-ass muscular uncle, that were teeming in his libido. Pete grabbed the lotion bottle from Tommy's shaking hands. "Here, lemme get your back." "Thanks, man." Tommy was surprised he could get any words out. Pete took the bottle, squirted rope after rope across the boy's lovely, pale, beautifully defined back, wishing (as was Tommy) it was his cock spurting load after load on him. Then his huge, powerful hands worked the lotion in sensually, lovingly. Pete leered as he heard the soft, luxuriant moans burble out of Tommy's lips. He worked inexorably down to the boy's smooth, firm ass-cheeks, with one strong arm on the boy's shoulder, and the other tracing each smooth globe over and over, making sure his fingertips grazed up and down that silky pleasure-crack. His own swelling cock brushed the boy's body constantly, insistently, hungrily. Then he squirted another gob on his fingers and worked the boy's crack up and down, fingering it wantonly. "Wouldn't want this nice shaved stretch to burn either. You'd be surprised, you can burn in the funniest places from the strong sun up here." Tommy didn't even try to talk, he was so overcome. His dick was hard and leaky, spronging up and down with randy excitement. His uncle looked at it and smiled, then handed Tommy the tube of 75, saying, "Looks like Junior's ready for his greasing. I'll let you do it. Wouldn't want to have all the fun." Tommy got a little control over himself now. He wanted to show off to his uncle what a sexy young stud he was, so he squirted a gob on his hands and proceeded to give his uncle a little sex show. He rubbed the lotion in lewdly, like a young male stripper, and made a show of greasing his long, stiff prick slowly up and down, teasingly. He put another squirt on and slathered up his big ballsac, then down in his crack. "Think you mighta missed a spot, Unc," he smiled. Then back to his prick, all the while moaning and purring. "Fuck, that's hot," his uncle said. He grabbed the bottle of 50, squirted on a glop, and proceeded to oil up his own massive, rock-stiff cock. "Mmmm," he grunted, "good idea, son. Let's both pump out a load before we hit the dock." Tommy watched mesmerized as his uncle worked his huge, veiny, mouth-watering tool. They were both stone-stiff, into the zone. His eyes started to glaze over with lust; he was working his own young cock in earnest now. "Yeah, always cool to jerk off with your buds," Pete was purring. "Bet you and the guys in the gym do that a lot, huh?" his uncle asked, fondling his low-hangers with one hand and working his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead with the other. Tommy stammered, "Fuck, Pete, you got an awesome cock. It's so fucking big, so damn beautiful. Never saw a man-size cock like that up close." Pete smiled and sidled up close to his nephew. "Go ahead, take a turn on it. Eric and I do each other a lot. Guess all good buddies do. Nothin' wrong with it." "For real?" Tommy cried. His race was racing in uncontained ecstasy. Pete smiled and jutted his ripe cut body out at his nephew, that huge gleaming prick looking oh-so-strokable. "Hell, yeah. You work on me, and I'll work on that sweet piece o' meat you got there." They stood face to face. Tommy was in a place now he'd never been before, but he was too excited to be nervous. He reached out with trembling hands and clasped the huge shaft. It felt so damn right. Immediately, his uncle's big hands were on his own meat, taking his cock greedily, working it up and down skillfully, carressing his ballsac and working a finger down in his crack. Tommy was in heaven. "Ah, this is cool, ain't it?" his uncle asked, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. And fuck if it didn't feel like that to Tommy. He loved the feel of another guy's dick in his hands, especially one as fine as his uncle's. He played with the foreskin like someone had given him some cool new toy to mess with. He could barely get one hand around the huge, thick shaft. Fuck, what a stud. He was mesmerized by the huge head, the big piss-slit. He fingered around that cocktip, digging in the slit a little, gasping as he saw some cock-honey ooze out. "Mmmmm," his uncle sighed, "feels real good what you're doin' there, Tommy. Make that big fuckstick o' mine squirt. Shit, I ain't shot off since I pumped out a load in bed this mornin'." He kept jacking his nephew's long, firm stalk, tickling his ballsac. Then, he kept up the jacking, but brought one hand up to trace the boy's flat, cut six-pack. Exquisite, rare, like some precious statue. Tommy moaned, and then got inspired to do the same with his uncle's rippped, bulging, fur-covered abs. Soon the two were making hot, tender love to each other. Pete traced a hand down his nephew's beautiful face; Tommy rubbed his uncle's firm, meaty pecs, luxuriating in that sexy hair covering the massive musculature. Pete tweaked the boy's hard young nipples. They pressed closer and closer together, their hard, slick cocks rubbing lewdly against each other. Pete moved in and kissed his nephew pasionately. Tommy moaned excitedly and returned the kiss with a passion he had never felt before, a kind of full-body hunger. Pete put his arms around the lean young boy, drawing him close in to his firm, hard body. The feel of their dicks mashed tight together and his uncle's hair tickling his body were magical to Tommy. Then his uncle drew back for a minute, staring intently at his young nephew. "I'm right about this, ain't I?" "Fuck, yeah, " said Tommy, ecstatic that his fantasies had crytallized into such wonderful reality. His hard young cock felt glorious, like it was being used right for the first time in his life. "Come on, stud, Let's hit the bedroom." He picked up his nephew easily and cradled him to his chest. They kissed passionately as he carried the boy into his room and laid him on the bed. He climbed on top of him, and their passion erupted in full force. They were a blur of kissing, licking, sucking, moaning. It was a manic symphony of male need. Hands were everywhere on chests, arms, asses, cocks. They attacked each other with a fevered urgency new to them both. Tommy had a boldness, a sureness, to his love-making that surprised himself. He knew exactly what he wanted. With one hand, he jacked both their dicks together, kissing his uncle with the raw passion only men can have for each other. The feel of his uncle's insistent fingers in his shaved-smooth ass-crack thrilled him. He knew what it meant, and he was oh-so-ready. He could feel the precum oozing from both their cocks. Then his uncle got serious. He gently but insistently pushed Tommy off him, onto his back. He drew himself up and just gazed down at the lean, gorgeous vision of classic youth that was his nephew. Tommy, of course, drank in the incredible muscle-god that was his uncle. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he said tenderly, kissing him gently here and there. "You are so fuckin' hot, Pete. You got me hard as a rock the minute I set foot in the door last night. In my mind I been playin' out a million variations of this scene all morning long." Pete grabbed something off the nightstand. Tommy knew without even looking it was lube. He purred deliciously when he felt the cool liquid being daubed sensuously on his tight hole. His uncle was straddling him, and he just feasted on the erotic splendor of that cut massive body, getting him harder and harder as he studied every detail of it. Tommy kneaded his uncle's nipples sensually as Pete worked his hole. "This your first time?" Pete asked softly. "Yeah," Tommy sighed, tracing those cut abs up and down with one hand while he lightly jacked his uncle's cock with the other. "Thought so. But you're takin' to it like a duck to water." "Been wantin' this for a long, long time, uncle." "So, you ain't nervous?" Tommy could feel his pucker grow and stretch under his uncle's steady fingering. He could hardly contain himself. His hips started wriggling and dancing around as those fingers seemed to tease his ass into mind-bending anticipation. "Shit no. I'm amped as hell. Fuck, you got me so damn horny, Pete. I been watchin' that killer dick o' yours all mornin' even through your jock. Fuck, I been fiendin' for some hot gay action for years now. Never thought my first time would be with such a total fucking stud like you, Uncle Pete." "Damn, what a slut," Pete laughed gently. "You're a boy after my own heart, T." His uncle had two fingers in, working Tommy into total bliss. He could feel his own young prick get harder and bigger than it'd ever been before. He kept dreamily jacking his uncle's hardness, excitedly trying to envision what that enormous cock would feel like all up in his ass. "You and Eric a couple?" he asked, stroking the muscle-stud's cock and abs lazily. "Yep. Three years now." "Ain't he gonna be jealous, you cattin' around like this on him? With such a fine-ass young dude like myself?" He smiled. Pete smiled too, and kept working. Three fingers in now. He didn't want to cause this beautiful young boy a bit of pain on his first time. He wanted it to be one of the most memorable fucks of his life. "Nope. We play around with other guys all the time; sometimes alone, sometimes together. Keeps things fresh, exciting, you know? Only thing he'll be jealous about is I took your cherry, not him." "Damn," Tommy said, just laying back now, wriggling his hole around wantonly on his uncle's skillful fingers, antsy for the main event, loving the feel of his own hugely hard dick bouncing around as his hips jiggled. Fuck, there wasn't one goddamned thing about this brand of sex he didn't love. He thought about his uncle and Eric fucking. "Fuck, you and Eric. That's so damn cool. You're both so fucking hot. Fuck, I'd love to see the two o' you in bed." "Say the word, Tommy. Just say the word." Tommy didn't think he could get harder, but he did. His stiff young prick was straining at the thought of the three of them in bed together. "Aw fuck, Pete. To be with you and Eric in bed. Two fucking muscle-studs. That guy is so fucking beautiful. That pierced fucking cock." "Oughta feel that thing up your ass. Amazing." "AW SHIT! We gotta do that. Suck and fuck and shit. You guys gotta teach me everything!" The boy's enthusiasm was so damn precious to Pete. "How to suck cock the right way," he continued eagerly, "how to fuck, all the ways to pleasure a man. You gotta make me a fine-ass total stud of a lover like you are. Damn, I'm sure as shit I'm gay, Pete. Been tryin' not to admit it, but all I think about is cute guys, fine-ass muscles, cocks, asses, and doin' this totally nasty, totally hot shit like we're doin' now. Add Eric in? Fuck, man I'm there." "How about tonight? When Ryan goes to bed?" "Won't we be too loud?" "Were Eric and I too loud last night? We were so hot seein' you and Ryan, we were up half the night gettin' each other off." Tommy was ecstatic. To be in the middle of such a first, glorious fuck by his Uncle Adonis, and then the promise of even hotter sex later tonight. His dick was a precum faucet. He reached up and grabbed his uncle to him. The older stud stopped working the boy's ass and leaned down to kiss him. "Thanks," Tommy said, "thanks for making this happen, and making it so fucking easy. So fucking incredible." "It ain't exactly easy being gay, Tommy. I can't lie." Then he grinned. "But the sex is hot as fuck. So come on, my cock is about ready to explode, it wants that ass o' yours so bad." "This ass o' mine's on fire, itchin' for that fine-ass piece of meat o' yours." Tommy watched as that perfectly chiseled body hovered over him. His uncle lubed up his cock, then grabbed a small bottle of something off his nightstand. "What's that, Uncle?" "Clove oil. It'll help take away any pain." "Hey," Tommy asked, as his uncle worked the soothing oil all over his stretched, hungry hole, "how'd you know I'd be into this?" Pete laughed, "Pretty damn obvious, son. Way you were eyein' up Eric and me, tongue just about hangin' out, then all that flirtin' with us. You shoulda seen Eric & I when you 'dropped' your towel so you could show us that sexy shaved crack." "Fuck, I been needin' to get laid by a fine-ass dude so fuckin' bad. Guess my dick was doin' all the thinkin' for me." "Your dick had a fine fuckin' idea, stud." He put the clove oil down. "Now, let's get to fucking." Pete lay in back of the boy and hugged and kissed him while he guided his wet, aching fuckstick up to the boy's ass. He worked the head in and the boy gasped. "Don't worry, Tommy," he soothed the boy, kissing him lightly on the neck, playing gently with his cock and nipples, "I know how to break in a fine young colt like yourself." No sooner had he said this than Tommy was already used to cock. He moaned in breathless hunger as his uncle worked, bit by bit, that thick veiny monster up his ass, feeding him just enough on each small thrust to ease Tommy into the fucking he craved. That ALL hot young dudes crave if they'd only admit it, he thought to himself, knowing at last the truth of masculine desire. Tommy threw his head back onto his uncle's chest, thrilling to the sensation of that hard massive meat working its way into his pleasure-zone. "Oh fuck," he panted, "oh! So - OH! - fuckin' fine! AW FUCK! OH!" Pete could feel, from the way Tommy's hips gobbled up each inch, that the boy was in heaven. A boy's first time, he thought. He envied the youth. He worked his nipples with one hand and jacked the boy's cock with his other as he was now about two-thirds in. Tommy was really getting into it. "Fuck me, Uncle! AW FUCK YES!! OH, so fucking SWEET! That big fine-ass dick in me. So fuckin' FINE!" Tommy gasped as he felt the brush of Pete's pubes against his smooth young ass. He knew what that meant. He had taken every glorious inch of that awesome stud-cock. "AW FUCK!!!" Pete kissed him once more, then whispered. "Let's fuck, Tommy." Now Pete went into action, swiveling his hips back and forth expertly, pleasuring them both equally. "Fuck, what a tight, hot, little ass," he grunted, his sex drive in total control now. "What a huge, hard cock!" Tommy panted. "Fucking love it, Pete! Fucking love this big fucking cock up my ass. Come you hot fucking stud, fuck me!" Pete was in heaven as he felt the boy ride back and forth on his huge hardness. What a little whore, how hot! He pulled out. "Whu - ?" Tommy cried. "Just gonna change positions, Nephew. Lay back." And Pete was above him. He raised the boy's legs onto his shoulders. "Wanna get every fuckin' inch o' me in that sweet fuckin' ass o' yours, stud." And he plunged his thick hugeness back in, bringing a dreamy smile back to the boy's face. Then he began long-dicking in earnest. Tommy's head rolled around on the pillow in bliss. Beside himself with pleasure, he began jacking his own stiff dick, in the midst of sheer awesome sex. His body felt more alive that it ever had. He'd never understood sex until this moment. Through his half-closed eyes, while rocketing to nirvana, Tommy gazed up at the vision that was Pete; that succulent torso was even more incredibly defined: the sweat he'd worked up plastered the man-fur to his muscles, sheened gorgeously now, and the straining exertion of fucking, along with the hard breathing in and out, seemed to swell and pump his musculature, making his abs and pecs and biceps fuller; he was eroticism made flesh. Tommy was afraid he might swoon from this awesome display of masculine beauty. As if he could read Tommy's mind, Pete grunted, "You been feastin' on my body ever since you got here, stud. This is what you want, huh? A hot, cut muscle-stud to fuck your ass good. That's what turns you on, ain't it?" Pete was totally into some prime fucking sex right now. He wanted to hit up his nephew's ass as often as he could now. Shit, was this boy beautiful. Lean, thin, choice as hell. "Shit, yeah, Pete," Tommy gasped, breathless from such a torrential fucking. "Fuck, I get hard just looking at prime beef like you and Eric, thinking about you ramming home every inch of muscle-stud cock into me." He loved this dirty talk. "Yeah, this is what you need, ain't it?" Pete pummeled that hot ass again and again. Tommy was being fucked silly, his body jostled like a rag doll, his hard cock and smooth young nutsac were jostling all over. "You want a nice, thick, hard man-cock fucking this sweet little ass, right?" "Oh yeah, man! Fuck, yeah! Fuck me, Pete! Fuck me with that huge hard cock! Oh God, do I ever need this! I fucking crave dick! Shit, I want you and Eric to fuck me all week." "We will, you hot little fucker. Eric's hard as hell for you, too. We're gonna fuck the shit outta you later. He'll plow your ass while I fuck that pretty little mouth o' yours. Shit, son, you're gonna be cummin' all day long this week." "Aw fuck, yes!!!" Tommy was going to cum any minute. This was the most awesome physical experience of his life. "Fuck me, man! Fuck the fuckin' boy-cream right outta me!" And then he spurted, long rope after long rope, painting his face with volley after volley. Pete shoved his massive rod all the way in, then bent down and kissed and licked all over Tommy's cum-frosted face, lapping some up for himself, and feeding some to the boy as they kissed, tongues dancing together in creamy abandon. Tommy was fucked-out, but utterly buzzing: this was sex as he fantasized - hot, nasty, dirty, raw, rugged, and 100% male. He loved all the liquids involved in male sex: the saliva, the sweat, the pre-cum, the cum. There was nothing about this that didn't turn on every fiber in his body. Pete was still hard. Tommy looked up to see that rock-hard muscle frame still rocking out a rhythm of pure sexual athleticism. Pete grabbed the boy's deflated cock in his hand; he was slowing up, long-dicking sexily, teasingly, while he massaged Tommy's cock back into hardness. Aw fuck, Tommy smiled, he's gonna make me cum again. He was already over the edge, having fallen into pure boy-bliss oblivion. What's on the other side of oblivion, Tommy thought giddily as he felt that huge hard cock work his ass, and that strong sure hand get him hard. "You're having fuckin' sex today, son. I ain't fucking around." Tommy just stared at Pete: he was like a huge jungle cat, his every move measured; muscle-rippling and sexy-smooth. Aw Christ, his ass was wonderfully raw. Damn, did he ever love dick. As soon as Pete shot - fuck, if he ever did! - he wanted to take that dick and suck it clean. "Fuck," he mumbled, "can hardly wait til Eric and you fuck me later. Seein' you two studs naked, your fine-ass cocks givin' me a work-out. Then I wanna fuck one o' your rock-hard asses. Feed one o' you this man-cock I got." "Fuck, Tommy, you know I want that. Wanna suck that sweet young cock o' yours, get it hard as fuck, then have you take my ass. Learn what it is to fuck a prime piece of muscle-ass. Shit, you're so fucking beautiful." Tommy reached both hands around and started grooving his uncle's hard, furry ass, and tickling that big bouncy nut sac. His uncle cried out, "Oh fuck yes, finger my hole, Tommy! I fuckin' love it!" Tommy spit a huge gob of saliva on his fingers then began to tease and tickle his uncle's hole. Soon he had a whole finger in, tickling a wiggling as his uncle fucked his ass good. He saw the strain on his uncle's face and knew he was gonna get his first load of man-cream. Sure enough, blast after blast of hot thick cum coated his guts. He hugged the gorgeous stud who'd collapsed, panting, on his chest, anxious for Pete to pull out, so he could lick and suck and kiss every inch of his uncle's manhood. He lay back, realizing he'd become a man today.