Date: Sun, 14 Jun 2015 16:48:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: The Watcher

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*****

"We really shouldn't be doing this," he said, rubbing his eyes.

"Doing it?" I asked, watching him from the couch. "We've already done
it. Repeatedly, in fact."

I smiled a little cockily at him, taking in his big, mature, muscled form,
the thick dark fur on his thighs, that round, solid curve of ass in his
Armani briefs. He'd always looked good, but he'd never looked better than
he did right now. Well... if you don't count how he looked 30 minutes ago,
naked and raging hard, my muscular college jock legs wrapped around his
waist as he ran those strong hands up the muscles of my 20-year-old torso
hungrily, his lips searching for mine yet again.

I spread my thighs wider on the couch, my own underwear straining with
another juicy hardon, showing him just how much I liked looking at him. How
much of a man I was now in my own right. Hoping to be just like him some
day, a big-shot executive up here in New York, making big bucks and fucking
my way through an endless succession of prime dude tail. Yeah, you could
say I was a young man with a plan.

He dropped his hand and looked at me, frankly, appraisingly, and I saw the
smirk on his bearded, sexy face.

"You always were a cocky little fuck," he growled, watching me stroke my
bulge for him, showing him eight thick inches of young dude cock just
begging to be released from my Under Armour.

"Not cocky, just confident," I grinned. "Like you. Like him. Runs in the
family, I guess, huh?"

He snorted a laugh, leaning back against the wall, folding those muscular
arms, his bulge growing bigger as he watched me slowly tease my body. Doing
it for him. I was already sailing pretty close to the wind here, mindful of
not pushing it too far and pissing him off, not wanting to bring an abrupt
halt to this amazing long weekend with him.  But I pressed on just a little
further.

"Not the only thing that runs in the family, Unc," I said huskily, toying
with the visible wet patch appearing in my UAs where the head of my cock
strained the fabric.

"That so, nephew?" he said, running one hand slowly up and down the thick,
dark-furred muscles of his stomach.  I nodded, letting a moment pass while
I gathered up my courage.

"I saw you two, last summer, up at the lake," I said, trying to keep the
quiver out of my voice. "Together. In the cabin."

He looked surprised, and his hand stopped its idle rubbing of his ab fur
for a moment. Then, slowly, it resumed.

"You did, huh?" His voice was lower, huskier now. A little amused, but
aroused, direct. Manly as fuck. "Watched us, did you, kid?"

I nodded back, swallowing hard. What I'd seen was seared in my brain, and I
replayed it in my mind every night as I stroked out a thick, moaning load.

"Shot two loads watching you," I growled. "All over the deck. Watching you,
and Dad. You two brothers. In bed, fucking."

He watched me, his gaze fiery, his thick fingers trailing down over the
huge bulge in those Armani briefs, teasing the contours of it. Doing it for
me. I slipped my hand inside my UAs, wrapping it around my thick throbbing
meat with a growl. Doing it for him.

"I bet you liked what you saw, didn't you, kid," he murmured huskily. I
nodded, stroking myself faster inside my shorts now. I watched as he pushed
up off the wall and slowly walked over to me, standing just out of my reach
as we stroked ourselves for each other. I could smell his musk, and it just
drove me even wilder.

"Been doing it a long time, kid, me and your Dad," he murmured. "Since well
before we were your age."

"Fucking hotttt," I hissed, feeling my precum spurting now, my cock
throbbing for release.

"Uh-huh," he nodded, grinning wolfishly. Fuck, the tables had decidedly
turned here. And I didn't mind one damn bit.

"These past few years, we talk about you, Shane," he growled, eyes locked
with mine. "Talk about you when we make love. Me and your Dad, talking
about your hot jock bod while we make each other cum, kid."

"Oh fuck!" I whimpered, right on the verge now, mind on fire with the
implications, the pure hotness of it all. He kept grinning, leaning over so
our faces were inches apart, visibly inhaling my scent and letting out a
low, purring growl of manlust. He moved his big muscled body between my
spread thighs, our skin so close now.

"Gonna tell you a secret, Shaney," he whispered, breath hot on my
lips. "Your Dad wants to show you how much he loves you, big boy. And I
think, yeah... I think I'm gonna tell him what you and me have been up to
together. Tell him that it's time to come for you... time for your Daddy to
fuck you, kid."

I howled, and shot and shot and shot, spurting through my underwear, up my
wrist, all over my stomach, clear up to my fucking pecs. The whole time, he
nodded, smiled that knowing smile. And then he reached for his phone.