Date: Wed, 03 Oct 2001 09:49:44 -0400 From: Lee Subject: Mark - Part #1 NOTE: This a gay fantasy depicting homosexual acts involving gay men. If you are not of legal age to be reading this material or you do not approve, please exit. Thank you for your consideration. Chapter #1 -- Discovery Hi, my name is Lee and I am a healthy, well built, 44 yr old gay male. I live alone in a mid-sized city on the east coast. I have two older brothers that live in the mid-section of the country. I am gay if you have not figured that out. With a certain amount of modesty, I must admit that we all three are pretty good looking men. Both of my older brothers are married with children. My oldest brother has a girl and a boy. The boy, Mark, is my only nephew and from the day he was born, I loved him like my own son. Over the years as Mark was growing, I managed to do my share of spoiling him. When ever I visited, Mark would be the first to hit me like a ton of bricks in a rib cracking bear hug and a wet smack on the cheek. Mark was growing into an eye catching young man. Even from 8 to 11 or so, you could see he was going to become a real heartbreaker. Mark had a thick and unruly shock of dark brown hair, hazel eyes that had a glint of a pixie in them. In his younger years, Mark would sit in my lap and lay his head on my breast. Before he learned what a mans jewels were, he would manage to drive his knee into my groin when he leaped up to sit on my lap. A groan from me would bring a rebuke from his father that he was getting a little old to be sitting in his uncle's lap. Mark stayed anyway because he knew I was not going to make him get down. As he got older though, he would snuggle alongside me with my arm over his shoulders. There was not much I would not do for this boy and he probably knew it. When Mark was 12 yrs old, my company sent me to Saudi Arabia to work as a liaison with the Saudi Arabian government. By training, I was a computer programmer and they were still in the learning stages of their program development. What was supposed to be only a year, wound up being 4 years and I almost went native. If you have ever been in the Middle East, you know what I mean. When I received the notice that the company needed me back in Delaware, I almost danced a jig. So as not to bore you, I will skip what should be obvious, homosexuals are not looked on with favor by believers of Islam. For 4 years I had very little contact with another man and had a lot stored up that needed to get out. The company gave me 3 weeks vacation before reporting to my new assignment and when my plane arrived in Philadelphia, I spent 3 days catching up by visiting a friend and cruising various hot spots and bars. I had promised my family that I would be home and after an orgy in Philly, I made arrangements to fly on home for a few days. While I was overseas, the usual letters with pictures were exchanged and those of Mark showed that he was really growing up and was a pretty good looking young man. I was not prepared for what I met. When I arrived at the terminal and was walking down the concourse to where my brother had said he would meet me, I saw this gorgeous, hunky 6" kid walking stride for stride with my brother. When we reached each other my brother and I shook hands and patted each other on the back with the usual "hi, how are you, looking good man." We are a hugging family. After that, I turned and said "Mark is that you?" With a dazzling smile, he said "yeah Uncle Lee" and he wrapped his well muscled arms around my chest in a rib cracking hug and a kiss on my cheek. Gasping for breath, I said "yeah its you, god you have grown". My brother said "yeah, he sure has developed into good looking young stud hasn't he?" I nodded my agreement thinking "he must have gotten an overdose of family genes to look this good." It was hard to keep from staring at Mark as we walked to gather up my luggage. Mark walked with a cat like grace, the muscles rippling under the tight muscle shirt he was wearing. He did not walk from heel to toe but rather up on the balls of his feet as if ready to spring. His waist was narrow and his jeans encased beautifully rounded cheeks. Yeah, Mark had really developed. Chapter #2: Collecting my luggage, Mark picked up one bag with little effort while my brother carried the other. We walked to the parking lot for the car. It is about an hour's drive to my brother's home and he and I, mostly him, were trying to cover 4 years in that hour. Mark was sitting in the back seat not trying to get into the conversation, he knew his dad would say it all and no need for him to try. During a lull, I turned and asked Mark "what are you now Mark, a sophomore?" He was sitting there with his legs apart and his hands resting in his crotch covering an obviously nice package. My eyes ran up his torso and I could see the well defined pectoral muscles with their little tits pushing against the fabric. As I was looking, he did an intake of air and that only accentuated his development and a very hard flat stomach. Looking me in the eye, he said "no Uncle Lee, I am a junior now." His gaze held mine and his lips parted showing his perfect white teeth in an impish grin with full red lips. Very kissable I thought. I quickly shifted my gaze and asked him what he was doing in school? Leaning forward on the back of the seat, he told me he was doing pretty good in school and that got a grunt out of his dad, "yeah, if he can keep the girls off of him." Mark just smiled. And I asked "what else you do in school?" Going on, Mark said "well after you left, I started using dad's weights to build myself up for football and soccer. The wrestling coach wanted me to try out for the team but I was not too keen on that at first." My brother broke in. "Yeah, surprised me when he said he wanted to build himself up so I started to work out with him." Looking at me, John said "looks like you have been doing a little weight lifting yourself." If I hadn't mentioned it, John is my brother. Twisting sideways in the seat, I placed my hand and arm across Mark's arm and neck, his chin was resting on the back of the seat cupped in his hands. "Well, I said, over in those Islamic countries there is not much night life and so I picked it back up to keep in shape." Mark said "you look pretty good from what I see Uncle Lee." John grunted "yeah, pretty good, we will have to have a lift off." Looking at Mark, I said "John, you don't get me into that again, you always beat me out." As John started to reply, Mark broke in "think you could beat me Uncle Lee?" He had a challenging grin on his face and I heard John say "that might be interesting Lee, he has really put on muscle." I could see that for myself. Still looking at Mark, I said "we would see but first I just wanted to relax for a bit before getting into anything strenuous." Mark leaned back and my hand ran over his bicep and I could feel the solid strength lurking there and in his forearm. Mark just grinned as he felt my light squeeze, his eyes flashing with little flecks of gold glinting at me. We arrived at the house and Sharon come running out wrapping her arms around my neck with a "Lee, Lee it is so good to see you again after all these years." I kissed her and then saw a beautiful young lady walking out the door, my niece Loretta. I turned and she followed her mother's lead. Standing back I said "Damn Rett, if I was about 15 years younger I could go for you." She blushed as she corrected me "please Uncle Lee call me Loretta not Rett." Sharon cocked her head at me and I said "okay Rett, Loretta it is." We all laughed as she wrapped her arms around my neck again. We opened the trunk to get my bags and Mark took them as his dad said " Lee, you will have to share Mark's room, your old room is where all the weights and exercise machines are." I answered "no problem if okay with Mark." Mark nodded his assent as he headed for the door. As we walked into the house, I asked if it would be okay if I cleaned up a little from the trip and I followed Mark to his room. Mark's room had always been fairly large with its own bath. It was supposed to have been the original master bedroom but Sharon and John had enclosed an old outside porch and enlarged it with its own larger bath and windows looking out over the backyard with its pool. They had included a doorway so they could walk out onto the deck and to the hot tub without going through the main house. Following Mark into his room, I saw where they had broke his old bunk bed down into twins and added a 5 drawer chest and desk with complete computer set up. I said "hey Mark, pretty nice arrangement, hope I am not going to put you out while I am here." Sitting the bags down, he turned and I could see his chest rising and falling from the effort to carry my bags.. He was fantastic . Looking at me as he got his breath, he said "no problem Uncle Lee , it is going to be great having you after all the time you have been gone." Reaching down and adjusting himself and looking at me as he did, he said "I'm going to get something cold you want anything?" Averting my eyes quickly although I knew he saw me looking, I said "if your old man has a cold beer I could go for one." I felt a twinge in my groin and movement in my balls as they drew up a little. Turning, Mark said "I think he has some, be right back." I opened my bags and started to unpack thinking "oh god and he has to be my nephew and I am lusting after him." Damn what was I thinking? In a few minutes Mark returned with a cold can of Coors and a Pepsi, holding mine out, he said "hope you like Coors." I took the beer and my fingers touched his for a moment. He just looked at me before releasing the beer and I thought I could detect a glint in his eyes. Again I thought "get over it Lee, get over it he is your nephew not some trick." As Mark took a long pull from his Pepsi, he said "Uncle Lee, okay if I change into shorts? I want to get out of these tight jeans and pull over." Without looking up from my unpacking, I said "no problem with me kiddo." I heard him close the door and then walk into the bath. He didn't close the bath door and I heard a very strong stream of piss hitting the water in the commode. Walking back into the room, I could see that he had unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zip down to take a leak, there was a little hair sticking out of his jockey waist band and leading on up. Moving over to his bed, Mark crossed his arms and taking his shirt in both hands he pulled it up over his head, I gasped. That little bit of hair ran up between his ribbed six pack stopping at his inny belly button. Mark dropped his arm, looking at me as he did and I turned quickly so he would not see my cock starting to rise. I heard the bed move as he sat down to remove his jeans and I glanced his way. He was sitting there, his muscles rippling as he reached down to remove his Nikes and then pull the jeans over his legs. My cock was rock hard at the sight of this Adonis nephew of mine. He dropped his jeans and stood there stretching like a tawny cat, he said "man does it feel good to get out of those." I turned holding some piece of clothing trying to hide my hardon. Looking at me, Mark placed his hands on his hips and started twisting at the waist, he had a grin on his face. I was caught up in the beauty of this 16 year old kid who was built like a living Adonis. As he was twisting, he said "hey Uncle Lee do you think my body is pretty good, I have been working at it pretty hard. Dad said it is better then his when he was 16." Looking at him, my mouth dry I took a pull at my beer before saying "well Mark, I don' t think you will be sitting on my lap anymore." Smiling with that glint in his eyes, he said "awwwwwww why not Uncle Lee. Too big for you now?" I could see movement in his jockey's. The kid was coming on to me... Author's Note: If I have not made it clear, Mark is absolutely one of the most gorgeous young men I had seen in a long time, if not the best. He was 6', 165lbs of solid unblemished muscle. His hair was dark brown and unruly but that made him look even more like a man. His eyes were hazel with flecks of gold when he flashed them at you. He had broad shoulders and very well muscled arms with just a hint of light brown almost golden hair on his forearms. His lats formed the perfect and classic "V" we all would like to have and it dropped down to a very narrow waist. His chest was thick and the pectoral muscles were so defined they looked like chiseled marble with dark round tits standing out. His abs were chiseled muscle on a very hard flat stomach. From Mark's waist down he had perfectly muscled thighs and calves with small almost delicate feet. He was perfectly smooth except for that thin line of hair leading down and disappearing into the top of his jockey's that held an obviously well packed pouch. In short,I was holding my breath as I gazed at his body that he was unabashedly displaying for my viewing pleasure and I wanted him. TO BE CONTINUED. Email comments to: mariner23502@hotmail.com