Date: Wed, 31 May 2023 18:42:07 +0000
From: d.praved.mann <d.praved.mann@proton.me>
Subject: Uncle Zach's Muscles - Chapter 5

UNCLE ZACH'S MUSCLES Chapter Five -- Working Out Together by
d.praved.mann@proton.me

THIS STORY IS FICTION. Any resemblance to real people is unintended, and
actually laughable. Like I'm actually going to name or fashion the
characters in this kind of story after real people. Gimme a break.

THIS STORY CONTAINS GAY SEX, as well as SEX BETWEEN ADULTS AND MINORS. Yes,
sex with minors is illegal... and I do NOT condone it. Yet, you'll probably
watch a TV show tonight that contains another illegal activity, and I doubt
the writers of those stories condone that behavior either. Anyway, please
go away if this subject matter offends you.

[[ Please: Looking is fine, fantasizing is great, but NEVER harm a boy and
take away his innocence, as it can never be replaced. ]]

ATTENTION: If you want to read some PREQUEL stuff to this story, have a
gander at the link here:

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/zachs-physique/




ZACH WOKE UP EARLY THE FOLLOWING day, as he usually did. He preferred
working out first thing in the morning, although sometimes he followed that
up with an evening session as well.

He and his older brother Mark had spared no expense in furnishing the
weight room that took up about half of the family room above the
garage. And they'd made sure to reinforce the structure when they'd built
it, to make sure the floor up there would support the additional weight:
Free weights as good as any membership gym, squat racks, benches, machine
weights... they had it all.

It was six AM when Zach got started. He was in the middle of a warm-up set
of bench presses when he heard the door open. He finished the set and
lifted his head to see the most adorable little nine-year-old ever,
standing in the doorway, watching. Jesse had put on his Paw Patrol pajamas.

"Morning, bud," Zach smiled, sitting up. He stood and started adding some
weight to the bar for his next warm-up set.

"Good morning Uncle Zach," Jesse smiled and rubbed his tired eyes. He took
a few steps into the room. "Can I watch you lift weights?"

Zach's cock started plumping at the idea of having his very own, personal
audience. He wasn't the kind of guy to show off when he was in a public
gym, not ever, really. Well... maybe sometimes... depending on who was
watching. But right now, he really wanted to show Jesse how strong he
was... to get the boy high on his muscles. "Sure, Jesse. Come on in," Zach
smiled. "That'd be cool."

When he'd gotten up, Zach had snuck his naked body out of his bed, leaving
naked Jess alone there; obviously Jesse liked his PJs, since he'd put them
on. Now Zach was wearing some workout shorts and sneakers... nothing
else. He told himself it was more comfortable this way, but if he was being
honest with himself he'd been hoping Jesse might come into the room.

Jesse sat down on a stool and faced Zach.

Zach finished adding more weight--a 45-pounder on each end, making the
total weight for this next set 315 pounds--and sat back down on the
bench. He looked down at his uncomfortable crotch and sure enough, his big
boner was going to be hard to hide from the boy.

Not that Zach was overly-concerned about that.

"How much weight is that, Uncle Zach?"

"It's 315 pounds, bud."

"Wow. That's a lot, isn't it."

"Well, yeah. But I'll be adding more weight after this."

Jesse was silent while he watched Zach lay back and spread his huge, long
arms out. Zach grasped the bar and adjusted his hands just right. He
stabilized his feet, flexed his arms, and pushed the bar off the
brackets. He brought the bar down; it lowered... down... slowly. His
colossal pecs rose to meet it; his up-pointed nipples kissed the bar for a
long moment, then it moved back up.

Fuck this was a turn-on. He watched his mountainous chest rise and fall
with each rep, knowing Jesse was there... taking in his massive, ripped
physique with longing eyes. He pushed out 12 reps with not much effort, yet
he kept them deliberately slow and methodical.

The bar clanged back onto the struts.

"Wooowww, Uncle Zach. How do you get to be so strong?" Jesse's eyes showed
unabashed awe.

Zach sat up. He smiled. "Well, it takes a lot of work. You have to lift
weights for a long time. And even then, it helps to have the genetics I
have. I'm blessed with a strong body."

"And a lot of big muscles," Jess added.

Zach chuckled. "I'm glad you approve." He stood up and added another
45-pound plate to each end of the bar."

"How much will this one be?" Jesse asked.

"Four hundred and five pounds."

"Wooowwww! I tried lifting one of the little dumbbells before. It said 40
pounds and I couldn't even lift it up!" Jesse's appreciation was palpable,
and it did nothing to settle Zach's arousal.

How was he going to finish his workout with a hard-on more firm than the
barbell he was pressing?

He lay back down and pushed out his final "warm-up" set... another easy set
of 12. Jesse's reaction was just as amazed this time. "You're going to add
even more weight now?" he asked. "How much now?"

Zach added the big plates on each end again, plus a few smaller
ones. "This'll make it 500 pounds, bud," Zach smiled.

Jesse watched with interest while Zach's big arms locked the weights in
place.

Zach lay back down once again. Before he grabbed the bar, though, Jesse
asked, "Can I come and stand close to you when you lift?"

Fuck. He was doomed. Zach stared at the ceiling and gave Jesse permission,
but he knew this wasn't going to end well--depending on how one defines
"well." He was getting so fucking turned on. He looked down at his boner
under his workout shorts. His mammoth upper legs, straddling the bench, did
nothing to minimize the obscene size of his growing cock.

And Jesse saw it. "Uncle Zach, do you always get big and hard like that
when you lift weights?"

Zach just lay there, chuckling. "Not usually, buddy. I'd have to say it's
getting all hard because you're here."

Jesse stood astride Zach, next to his uncle. "You sure do get hard when I'm
around."

"That's the truth, Jesse. That's the truth," Zach chuckled as he spread his
mighty arms.

"Wooowwww. Your muscles are so biiiiiggg. And so strong!"

Zach wanted to tell his awestruck audience to be quiet now, but the thought
of hearing Jesse "oooh," and "aaah," while he lifted an insane amount of
weight just made him harder and more excited. More motivated. He pushed the
weight off the struts. It bent the bar slightly, for all the poundage.

"Wwoooowww!" Jesse repeated.

Zach's body tightened and he lowered the bar to his chest again. Slowly, he
pumped out rep after rep... evenly-paced... methodical... not rushed....

"Wow Uncle Zach! Wow!" Jesse exclaimed when Zach hit five reps. When the
tenth one was done and Zach racked it, Jesse was wide-eyed. Jesse had put a
hand on his enormous quadriceps. He left it there while Zach sat back up.

"What do you think, Jess?" Zach smiled while he took in a few deep breaths.

"Wow! Are you stronger than everyone? In the world? I think you probably
are!"

Zach chuckled. "Well, not everyone." Yet he knew his strength was something
of a very unusual anomaly. All the muscles that Jesse was now fawning over
were not simply for show. Zach could enter just about any power lifting
contest and walk away with the winning trophy--which was freakish,
considering that most all powerlifters had big guts and lots of fat
covering their muscles... nothing even close to Zach's
huge-and-insanely-lean physique. But he didn't enter those contests
anymore. He figured he knew how strong he was, and he'd already made a name
for himself in both the bodybuilding and powerlifting communities. Now, he
just liked having fun with his body.

"I bet most everyone, though," Jesse smiled.

Zach rested. He looked at the boy's hand on his enormous, rippling
leg... then up to Jesse's face. Fuck he was so horny right now.

He shouldn't do this. But he was going to do this: "You can put that little
hand of yours anywhere you want while I do my next set, bud," he said.

"Oh... where... really? Anywhere?" Jesse's smile was adorable.

"Yeah. Anywhere. Do you want to put it on my cock while I bench?"

Jesse just nodded enthusiastically. His smile was adorable.

Zach lay back down and grabbed the bar. He fucking almost came when he felt
Jesse's little hand move onto his erection over his workout shorts. It was
certainly easy for Jess to find; the thing was like a tree branch--obvious,
even concealed in his shorts. Zach's breath hitched with the sensation of
little Jesse squeezing him there.

He gathered himself, took a big breath, tightened his arms, flexed his
pecs, and pushed the bar up.

Jesse squeezed Zach's anaconda over the material, and the man nearly had to
re-rack immediately. But he didn't.

He lowered the bar, then cursed while he pushed it back up. For a split
second, he didn't know if this was a good idea. Could he do this without
losing all control? Of the bar? Of his semen?

He pushed out the reps with the same deliberate ease as before. And Jesse
squeezed and moved his little hand all over Zach's throbbing bulge.

"Wwwowww! That was awesome," Jesse giggled when Zach finished the set. He
left his hand where it was, rubbing gently, up and down while Zach
recuperated from the set.

Zach stood up. "Time for some more weight, little buddy."

"Really?" Jesse's eyes went big again. "How much this time?"

"This'll be six hundred pounds."

"Wwoww!" Zach didn't know if Jesse even had a concept as to how much weight
that was. And he was sure the kid didn't know anything about weight shirts,
versus raw. He wasn't going to get into any of that though. Jesse was
awestruck as it was, and the kid didn't need any more encouragement about
how unlikely it was for a man to bench this much weight without even a
benching shirt. Still, this was normal for Zach. He was insanely
strong--stronger than he looked; and he looked kinda strong, haha.

He secured the weights then lay down again. The bar was definitely bowing
at the ends. This was a fucking huge amount of weight.

Just as he spread his big arms out to grasp the bar, Jesse climbed up on
top of him! The kid straddled him, sitting right on Zach's big legs, just
below the obscene crotch bulge.

Zach didn't ask what Jesse was doing. This was going to be fucking hot.

"Okay, hold on then," he smiled down at the boy, then rested his head. He
grunted as he pushed the bar off the supports. He held it there, balancing
it, moving it into position for lowering. He bent his mighty arms and
lowered it to his bare, hairy chest. He grunted some more, measuring each
breath. He pressed his feet into the floor.

Jesse put both hands on Zach's hardness, over the shorts. He started
rubbing his big uncle's cock over the thin fabric. Fuuuuuuck. How was Zach
supposed to do this?! Now?! With ALL THAT going on with Jesse's little
hands on him?!

Zach struggled against the sensation of having his little boy touch him
like this while he lifted. He growled and pushed the bar up. Jesse moved
his hand up and down Zach's clothed cock... lightly. Zach lowered the bar
again. Fuck, this was amazing! The outside forces (Jesse's little hands)
that threatened to undo him were really distracting. But Zach turned that
into motivation. He was going to use the distraction as a means to propel
himself forward, and survive and thrive not just in spite of what Jesse was
doing, but because of it.

But Jesse seemed determined to make it even "harder" for his uncle. Because
now he took one hand and put it on Zach's enormous, muscle-mounded upper
leg. He moved it over the quadriceps, teasing Zach with brief movements
against the hem of his shorts. He taunted Zach by a quick movement where
his fingertips slid under the shorts, and up... just a bit... then he
withdrew it.

Zach kept on benching the impossible weight, his entire body trembling and
tightening with the effort.

Then Jesse slipped his hand all the way inside the leg of Zach's workout
shorts. He slithered it up, and while Zach was pushing up another rep, the
boy's little hand moved onto Zach's tight balls. Zach's bare balls; he wore
no underwear, and Jesse's hand had free rein under his shorts.

"Hooooollllyyyyyy ffuuuuuu, Jess!" Zach hissed. "You're... going to
make... me...."

"Naw, Uncle Zach. You'll do fine. You're too strong to drop it." Jesse
squeezed one of Zach's balls, then fondled the other. Then he moved his
little hand up onto Zach's throbbing, totally-hard shaft.

"Fffffffuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Zach yelled. He pushed, repositioning his feet on
the floor. He sucked breaths, holding the bar up high--waiting for more
self-control. He considered whether he should rack it now, or do another
set.

He bent his arms and lowered it to his up-pointed nips.

Jesse played more with his uncle's alien-like member, under his shorts
while Zach pumped out more reps.

Zach pushed the bar upwards. This time, his arms started really
trembling. His muscle body undulated. He panted, pushing the bar to its
apex. Jesse rubbed and squeezed Zach's cock inside his shorts.

One more. Zach fucking wanted to do one more rep. But with Jesse's little
hand where it was--DOING what it was doing--could he pull it off? He'd done
this many reps with this weight before, but not with a little boy molesting
him while he did it!

What the fuck... he knew he could do it. So he did. He took some deep
breaths, ignored the sweat beading on his forehead and trickling down over
his temples, and bent his arms again. They lowered the bar smoothly. His
nipples kissed the bar, growing up out of his oversized pectoral muscles,
while Jesse rubbed and squeezed.

Zach began pushing, one last time. The bar moved up. Slowly. Jesse teased
him. Both hands were now under Zach's shorts, moving up the pant legs, on
top of the shaft... the balls... teasing them... tickling the giant.

Zach's arms trembled almost violently. He hit his sticking point, but he
knew... he just knew he had this. He tightened his whole body.

Jesse must have sensed the importance of what was happening... because he
took both of his little hands, squeezed them tight around the middle-point
of Zach's aching cock, and started moving them up and down the shaft with a
hard grip. He was going to masturbate his uncle while the muscle man
benched unheard-of weight.

"Fuuuuuuuuck!" Zach bellowed as his arms continued to tremble. He
pushed. He cussed. "Fuuuuck fuck fuccckkkking HELLLLL!"

Jesse reached higher under Zach's workout shorts and enjoyed the feeling
while Zach struggled with the weight.

With one final yell, Zach's fantastic arms bulged... they trembled just a
bit more... and they straightened. Zach racked the bar with a loud slam.

He lay there, out of breath. Completely out of
breath. Panting. Moaning. His arms ached like never before. His pecs ached
like they were going to fall off. And little Jesse, sitting on his legs,
had his little hands wrapped around Zach's throbbing boner inside his
pants.

How the fuck was this even possible?

"Wow, Uncle Zach," Jesse beamed, "you did it!"

Zach kept recuperating; he looked down at his little boy-fan, over his
up-and-down-heaving man-breasts. Jesse was taking in the view of Zach's
bare upper body, for sure. The little "hand play" had Zach perfectly hard,
of course--and Jesse's wide eyes and awestruck expression only fed Zach's
arousal.

"Can you do it again Uncle Zach?" Jesse smiled. "Please?"

Oh yeah... Zach could do it again. But he needed to regroup. And he had an
idea too. "Let's take a break, bud," he said. "Come `ere." He reached down
and "flew" Jesse like an airplane, up to his bare upper body and lay him
down on his torso.

"I like this," Jesse beamed as he lay his cheek on one of Zach's
pillow-sized pecs.

Zach put a hand on Jesse's smooth back and started petting him. "I like
this too," he said softly. Of course, having Jesse lie on his body did
nothing to solve the arousal issue. But actually, Zach wasn't looking to
solve that now anyway.

They rested like that for a while, Jesse sometimes playing with Zach's
chest hair.





A FEW MINUTES LATER, ZACH was sitting on the bench with his legs spread;
Jesse was standing in front of him, between Zach's enormous legs, very
close. The boy's eyes were, as usual, big and struck with awe at his
uncle's bare upper body. He stepped closer.

Zach pulled Jesse in. He wrapped his big arms around him, and they kissed,
embracing tenderly.

"I like kissing," Jesse said while Zach held him.

"Me too."

Zach held him closely and whispered into his ear, "How about if I do some
more exercises... but... I'd like to do it while... I'm inside you." He
pulled back and gauged Jesse's response.

Jesse's smile was a bit wary. "How?"

Zach smiled. "Well, we'd have to work that out, to make sure you'd be
comfortable. And to make sure it'd be safe... so I could do the exercise
safely."

"Okay," the boy said easily. Then he added, "What do you want me to do?"

Zach chuckled. "First of all, I need to set up the exercise I want to do
while I'm fucking you." He stood up and went to the Smith machine they
had. He put plates on the ends of the bar, then returned to his little
worshipper. "Okay, now we need to both get naked."

Jesse quickly complied while Zach himself took off his workout shorts. Once
they were both totally naked, and Zach stood straddling the bench in front
of the seated boy, with his giant erection wagging right in front of
Jesse's face, Zach looked down over his pouting, pumped pecs and asked, "Do
you want to get it all wet and shiny?"

"Sure!" Jesse was nothing if not enthusiastic. In a minute, the boy was
dribbling lube gel up and down Zach's immense, veiny shaft. He put the
container down, then started slathering the gel up and down his uncle's
enormous, veiny shaft. "Wooowwww," he muttered, staring at what his hand
was doing.

Zach was amped up with excitement. While Jesse worked his hands up and down
Zach's shiny cock, he vibrated with anticipation. Damn, having Jesse's
little hands move over his giant organ was the hottest excitement he'd ever
felt. He sat down and helped Jesse lie on his back. Jesse lifted his legs
up and, as his uncle had taught him over the past day or so, he grabbed his
own ankles and spread `em wide. His pink cherry waved up at Zach.

Zach leaned forward and put one hand on the bench above Jesse's head. He
used his other hand to point his cock and hold it against the hole. He was
at 100 percent turn-on level. Fuck he loved pushing himself inside
Jesse. And that's what he did right then. Slowly, he applied pressure,
widening the hole with his cock head. His rippling arm, on the bench above
Jesse's head, bulging with distended triceps muscle to support himself,
flexed and tightened while he pushed his cock inside.

"Fffffuuuuuuuuuushhhhhh," Zach groaned when Jesse's ass muscles closed
around his cock head. He looked down at Jesse's wincing face. The kid was a
trooper; Zach's organ was an ass-splitting machine, and Zach used it now to
relentlessly bore into his nephew. He pushed, and about an inch more of his
shaft was swallowed inside the boy.

"Ooowwwwww," Jesse complained.

Zach wondered if Jesse would ever get used to this. Deep inside, the muscle
monster kind of hoped the kid wouldn't. There was something about
overpowering a little boy... ruthlessly subjecting him to the overwhelming
size... his hard, long presence... making the kid hurt.

Zach pushed more, flexing his mighty body. His glutes firmed up, and his
hips bucked a bit. And he moved inside the boy more. For some reason--maybe
it was the light here in the workout room, or maybe it was the angle of
fucking the kid on this workout bench--Zach was able to see his enormous
cock INSIDE Jesse's tummy! It made an insane BULGE in the boy's body!

Zach actually put his free hand on Jesse's belly and started feeling his
own cock beneath the boy's skin. "Hoooooolllly... fuuuuck." Zach panted. He
rubbed the outline of his cock. This was the hottest thing ever!

Jesse continued to whimper, but he was getting quieter.

Zach pulled out just a bit and watched while his penis moved inside
Jesse. He could see the cut of his head--a Visible Penis Line, so to
speak--move with his cock. He pushed in farther, and kept his hand on
Jesse's tummy feeling the movement of his giant organ under the boy's
creamy skin.

Jesse, still working against the pain, gazed up at his uncle with wistful
eyes. He struggled to say... "I like it when... you're inside me... Uncle
Zach."

Fuck. The kid was gonna kill him. This was the hottest sex Zach had ever
experienced. He pushed all the way inside and felt his cock move up. His
pubes pushed against Jesse's little ass. Jesse moaned and flipped his head
to one side, wincing hard. But he held it together.

"Can you hold it... still... for a minute Uncle Zach? It hurts."

"Sure, bud. I'll wait for a sec." He leaned forward and, supporting his
weight as best he could, lay against Jesse, enveloping him with his naked
muscle body. "I love you, buddy," he whispered into the boy's ear.

Jesse moaned his approval, but it was apparent he was still experiencing
discomfort.

Zach tenderly kissed Jesse's forehead, and when Jess seemed ready, Zach
began a long, tender, exploratory kiss of his mouth, inserting his tongue
and moving it all over inside. Jesse reciprocated, and they lay like this,
Zach clam-shelling the little boy, both of them lost in a tender, loving
kissing session.

After a few moments of this, Zach was so fucking turned on he could barely
stand it. He wanted to start in on a rhythm, fucking the daylights out of
the little boy right then and there, but he decided to stick with the
plan. Pulling Jesse's little body close, he sat up, holding Jesse tight
against his torso. Then he stood up, straddling the narrow bench.

Impaled Jesse held on to Zach's broad shoulders, grimacing with the
movement. Zach lifted a foot over the bench then walked over to the Smith
machine with his skewered nephew clinging to his body; Jesse's head lay
right against one of Zach's hairy pecs.

The trust. Little Jesse gave himself totally to Zach. The big man could do
pretty-much anything with the boy, and Jesse would let him. The trust Jesse
had in him was overwhelming.

At the Smith machine, Zach sat down on the angled chair--Jesse still
impaled on his painfully-hard erection. He said softly into the boy's ear:
"Now, just hold on to me, tightly. I'm going to start doing shoulder
presses, okay?"

"Okay," Jesse said without moving.

Zach looked into the big wall-mounted mirror in front of him. He studied
the scene: His rippling, enormous muscles dominated the little boy who sat
skewered on his cock. It was such a tender image... yet also so sexually
charged that Zach shivered. He rubbed Jesse's bare back tenderly, kissed
the top of the boy's head, and said, "I love you little bud."

"Me too," Jesse mumbled, not moving.

Zach chuckled. He gave the boy's torso a squeeze, then lifted his mighty
arms to the bar that was locked above his head. He spread his hands and
grasped the shiny metal.

Zach took three deep breaths then pushed on the bar, lifting it off its
supports. He rotated his wrists to make his hands pivot the bar, unlocking
it so he could lower it past the locking mechanism. There was a lot of
weight on the bar, but Zach lowered it with ease. He was perfectly situated
so that the bar hit him at the upper part of his protruding pectorals--just
above where Jesse's head rested.

With a mighty thrust, Zach forced the heavy bar up.

Jesse squeezed Zach's torso tightly, as if supporting his exertion. Zach
couldn't imagine what the boy was feeling... sitting in Zach's lap with a
rolling-pin-sized cock stuck deep inside his body.

At the top of the rep, Zach didn't rest long at all. He lowered the bar
again. This time, he focused his attention on his embedded cock inside
Jesse's tummy. He flexed his erection... and fuuuuuck, that felt amazing.

Jesse flinched when the enormous invader moved inside him.

Motivated, and turned on even more, Zach finished the rep and moved on to
the next one. Then the next.

To be honest, Zach lost count of how many reps he'd done. He just kept on
pressing, up and down, in a methodical, even pace, while Jesse hung on to
him, his face plastered against Zach's chest.

He stared at the mirror again; here he was, working out, while he fucked
the boy. Fuck! It was so fucking hot!

Jesse remained quiet, except for an occasional moan, but he clung tightly.

By the time Zach was really feeling the reps, he was getting close to
dumping his load inside the boy's abdomen. He pushed up on his final rep,
his big arms close to trembling. He racked the bar.

He wrapped his arms around Jesse and almost involuntarily, he bucked his
hips and started rocking inside him. Jesse groaned. Zach started in on a
rhythm, and moved closer and closer to climax. Jesse's little hands moved
over Zach's torso... lats and arms and shoulders... while his uncle fucked
him, there in that seated position on the Smith machine.

Zach's breathing increased. "Gonna... fuck, Jess... gonna... come... all
inside you... buddy...." He bucked and rocked the boy on his cock,
faster. Harder. "Gonna fill you to overflowing...."

Jesse became more verbal, yipping with each buck of Zach's hips.

Zach flexed his cock. He was soooooo close. Harder. He pushed and pulled
Jesse, giving himself as much little-boy friction as he could.

He was almost there. He watched himself in the mirror. Little Jesse's
creamy-white, smooth skin was such a contrast to his own tan,
muscle-mounded skin. Jesse held on for dear life, verbalizing the rhythmic
motions Zach was making.

Finally... Zach was... on the precipice... the edge... ready
to... "Fuuuuuck!" Zach yelled out, filling the room with his voice. Jesse
called out too, with a loud, "Aaaaahhhh, yi, yi, yi, aaaaahhh!" as Zach
started to fill him.

Zach was afraid he might actually crush the boy with his out-of-control
grip. He held Jesse so tightly... very still... and he relished his own
overwhelming power when his erection began a series of pumps, emptying
himself into his little boy. He pushed out volley after hard volley, each
ejaculation filling Jesse more and more... his cock clicked out pump after
pump while he sat perfectly still, holding Jess down on his shaft while his
virility spewed out of his cock and into his nephew. Eventually Zach could
feel the warm wetness seeping out of Jesse's hole, around his own mighty
cock, dribbling between Zach's legs and flowing into Zach's own pubes.

The orgasm was massively intense--rendering Zach nearly unconscious with
boy-fucking pleasure.

There was a lever on the chair, near Zach's butt. Zach flipped it, and the
back of the chair slowly moved back. He re-fastened the lever when the
angle of the chair's bench-back was at about 45 degrees--perfect for
resting.

They lay there, semi-reclined, recuperating. Jesse's little head moved up
and down with the big breaths Zach was taking.

The afterglow was so fucking wonderful. Zach petted Jesse's back, tracing
languid circles on the boy's back, sometimes kissing the top of his head.

Then he heard sniffles. Jesse was... crying?

"Bud? What's wrong?" Zach asked tenderly.

"It's okay. I just... love you Uncle Zach. And I..."

When Jess didn't finish his thought, Zach asked, "And, what?"

"And... and I like being here. With you. Like this. You're so strong. And
you love me. And I feel safe... it feels good whenever I'm with you. And
I... I don't ever want to leave. But I know I have to...." Zach felt a tear
fall from Jesse's cheek onto his pectoral.

"Aw bud," Zach choked up. "I love you so much. I know that you feel sad,
and I'm sorry. I'd love to be with you all the time too."

"I wish we could."

"Me too," Zach said softly, kissing Jesse's head again. They hugged and
rubbed each other. "But it's only been a few days. We have a week and a
half still to be together--just the two of us. I plan on having a great
time with you, bud. I don't want to think about the end if it ruins the
now. So, let's make sure to enjoy and have a good time while we can, okay?"

"Okay," Jesse sniffled.

"And we'll deal with later, later. I promise, buddy, I'll always love you,
and be here for you--whenever you need me. Okay?"

"Okay."

Zach flexed his cock inside Jesse's body and deposited another squirt while
he hugged and kissed him tenderly.


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UNCLE ZACH'S MUSCLES https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/uncle-zachs-muscles/

ZACH'S PHYSIQUE https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/zachs-physique/