Date: Sat, 10 Dec 2011 13:02:30 -0800
From: Rio Mack <badprose@hotmail.com>
Subject: Six Percent 1

The Six Percent Summer
By Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.

1. Per's Arrival

Per's thoughts were an anxious churn of anticipation and reproach as he
neared the end of his two-day drive to the cabin.  Irene, his wife, had
flown up several days earlier by herself.  It was the first time in the
seven years since she and Per had been a couple, and she'd begun bringing
him up to her family's summer place on the lakes, that the two of them
hadn't driven up together.  Irene's sister, Marta, who'd be staying at the
cabin with them, knew the reason they were traveling separately that year,
but to spare any possibly unpleasant discussions, Irene told Marta to tell
Danny, her son, also staying up there that summer, that she was coming up
early, ahead of her husband, so she and Marta could have a couple days
together by themselves to get ready for their trip.  It was true, too, so
far as it went: Irene and Marta would indeed be flying to Paris a few days
after Per got there, a treat the two sisters had been planning since they'd
hatched the idea there last summer.  And they could surely use each other's
help for last-minute trip prep.

But the real reason, the volatile gist of the matter, was that Irene and
Per could hardly bear the sight of each other any more, much less co-habit
a small sports car for the two-day drive cross-country that it took to get
from Iowa to the cottage in Canada.  Their divorce would be final at the
end of the week; they were each going to celebrate it in their own private
way: Irene with her trip to Paris (where she planned to flirt heavily), and
Per with his last trip to Irene's family cottage, a beautifully built and
furnished cabin on that glorious chain of lakes he'd grown so attached to
in the seven summers since he and Irene had been vacationing together
there.  Per was going to stay up at least four weeks, maybe longer (with
Marta and Irene in Paris for a month, the cottage would be sitting empty
until Marta got back after Labor Day).  His academic job gave him the whole
summer free, and Per could hardly wait to while the days away sailing,
swimming, running, exercising, tanning, and just plain luxuriating by
himself; maybe even healing a little from the emotional battering that had
been his marriage for the past few years.

Not quite Ôby himself,' though, unfortunately: Marta's son Danny, Per's
nephew through marriage, would also be up at the cottage, and was planning
on staying there at least until his mother returned from Europe.  Something
about him having a lot of friends up there or something.

Per hadn't seen Danny in probably four years.  What he remembered about
Danny was a sweet, gangly, goofy thirteen year-old who loved horsing
around.  Per had pleasant memories from the few times the boy and his
mother had been up there at the same time as Irene and he: lots of
swimming, sailing, canoeing, and lawn sports like horseshoes and bocce; he
remembered kid taking a loud, lusty delight in all there was to do for
sport for a boy his age at the cottage.  Per recalled taking Danny
wakeboarding a few times, impressed at the kid's athleticism.  Per had seen
Danny a couple summers in a row, enough of a span to watch the shy
beginnings of a nicely muscled body in the boy, then he and Irene had never
been up at the cabin again when Marta's son was there.  It would be odd, to
say the least, having the boy, a barely-known relative from the family he
was divorcing out of, up here alone with him, but hopefully they could stay
out of each other's hair as much as possible.  There were the boy's
supposed friends up there, weren't there?

Per especially hoped Danny wouldn't get in the way of his cottage routine Ð
the things he'd grown so fond of doing whenever he was up here Ð not just
water fun and his elaborate conditioning routine, but those other things,
the private, intensely male pleasures he took at the cottage, which he'd
excitedly looked forward to luxuriating in this trip up, now that Irene
wouldn't be around.  He'd gotten hard as hell the past few weeks, thinking
about the ways he would indulge himself and his body up here alone all
summer.  Previous summers, when Irene was in town for the day or down to
Toronto for a couple of days, he'd eagerly used the welcome solitude to do
what he'd always thought of as his Ôman-things' at the cottage: things like
tanning nude, skinny-dipping, doing his stretching and isometrics on the
dock or the boathouse porch in just his jock (sometimes, on gloriously hot
days, even that too nude), and of course his beer and pot.  Those previous
years, he took his pleasures furtively, when he could escape Irene's
censorious eye; this summer, his wife's inhibitory presence would be gone.
He could be nude all day if he wanted (that is, when Danny wasn't around).
He was thrilled at the thought of a whole month to immerse himself in the
athletic and spiritual ebullience of his highly-charged masculinity.

Sexual ebullience, too, of course Ð and since there was never any sex with
Irene the past two years, that meant pleasuring himself.  He thought smugly
of all the incredibly hot j/o routine he'd developed the past couple of
summers, for when Irene was away for the day: First, he'd get a nice deep
buzz on, to help heighten the intimate indulgence in his muscles, his
manhood, his maleness; his laptop would be playing ridiculously hot gay
porn on the cottage TV screen; and Per would start with some lifting and
stretching and posing while watching the porn ambiently play, sound off
(some deeply rhythmic, sensual, dick-hardening music from Per's music files
would supply the soundtrack).  Then, another hit of pot, a cold beer, and
he'd settle in to stroking his long, thick cock to a delicious hardness
while cut young muscle-studs sucked and fucked onscreen with athletic
intensity.  He'd shoot a mind-bending load, ultimately, after a wonderfully
satisfying stroke session, savoring every drop and washing it down with
another beer.

Per planned on making as much of his cottage stay this year a nonstop blur
of man-things; man-time 24/7.  Danny and he would just have to come to some
sort of understanding pretty damn quickly.  Hell, they were both men; Danny
would understand a man's drive, even if he was ten years his junior.  The
kid was supposed to be into sports (hockey or something), so surely he
could understand devotion to fitness and intense body-consciousness.

Per could get hard just thinking about the luxurious, sensual relaxation he
planned on enjoying this summer.  The cottage, since it was on such a
secluded bay, was made for a man's most intimate pleasure: there was
nothing like jacking his big cock while lying on the dock or boathouse,
after a day of sun and pot, horny as hell from a good workout and a few
beers.  Something about being sprawled naked in the open air, amidst the
glory of the huge rocks and birches and maples and pines, with the sun
glistening on the lake, stroking himself hard, worshipping his
oil-glistening, hard-cut muscles, feeling his long, thick, uncut cock
harden and throb so wonderfully, playing saliva-slick fingers all up and
down his steel-veined shaft, jostling his big ballsac, and teasing his
tight, deliciously sensitive man-hole, until the cock-honey started
flowing, which he'd finger up and lick voraciously, then go back to jacking
and ass-play, with drool-coated fingers, until a huge creamy load exploded
from his hard, ripe dick.  He'd lay back, exhausted in the sun, and slowly
savor every bit of his sweet thick load, relishing every drop of his virile
masculinity.  It was robust, elemental pleasure; it made him feel like some
horny, salacious satyr.

Per figured he'd save this last pleasure, along with jacking to laptop
porn, for times when Danny was gone from the cottage, either in town or
visiting friends.  He was betting a young boy of Danny's age had a pretty
active social life among all the teens spending summers or weekends up
there at family cottages, so Per was counting on a lot of time alone to
indulge in his sexy stag-life.

Jacking his huge, needy cock was almost the only sex Per'd had since he and
Irene had stopped sleeping together.  There'd been a handful of one-night
stands with some fairly hot young women during the past year, after he and
his wife had initiated divorce proceedings (which made him feel it wasn't
really cheating, since the marriage was de facto over), but they hadn't
really done anything for him Ð the sex was either empty and mechanical or
he'd barely gotten hard).  Per realized it was all the baggage with Irene
he was still carrying; once he got over that, he knew he'd find that sexual
spark with women he'd always had before marriage.

Truth to tell, and he laughed sheepishly to think of it, probably the most
erotic moments he'd had in the past two years Ð besides all those
wonderfully satisfying hours spent watching college-jock porn Ð came from
all the time he spent in his gym's locker room, sauna, and shower.  Being
naked with all the young, ripped hardbodies who frequented his gym Ð one of
the rec centers on the campus where he worked as an assistant professor Ð
for some reason ALWAYS got his juices flowing.  He'd become a true
connoisseur of chiseled young men: not that he'd ever do anything with
them, obviously Ð Per was about as straight as they came Ð but he'd
certainly developed an active fantasy life from being around all that cut,
firm, incredibly sexy muscle.  He'd taken to hanging out naked as long as
possible before and after his workouts, not just loving the sculpted flesh
and mouth-watering cocks on display, but loving how often he'd catch young
dudes scoping out his own hard-carved torso and long, thick, very
impressive man-meat.

It was a huge turn-on, even if it was just a silly lark.  A turn-on,
though, that lingered so strongly on his mind: he couldn't even count the
times he'd go home after gym sessions and jack to all kinds of wild
dude-on-dude fantasies.  It felt perfectly justifiable to him, a healthy,
innocent release of his severely pent-up sexual energies.  He knew his
intense fascination with the gorgeous young boys at his gym was only
logical, something akin to the way otherwise straight males, in situations
of enforced intimacy with other men Ð say, prison or the military or an
all-boys' academy Ð will develop a strong, obsessive, sexual desire for
each other.  And with all the time he's spent at the gym the past couple
years (using it as a refuge to avoid contact with his wife), beautifully
muscled young men, either nude or dressed in skimpy workout wear, were the
most present lust-objects in his life now.

Those hot nude college jocks in the locker room were just a live version of
the kind of porn he'd been jacking to for years.  The laptop he was
bringing up to the cottage was filled with all of the hottest gay porn
clips from the huge collection he'd amassed over the years and stored on an
external drive (he'd prepped a heavy-duty porn cache for the trip this
summer, knowing he'd be able to indulge his private pleasures so
wonderfully often up here this year).  It was all innocent, of course, just
j/o fantasy fodder, but still, very very hot, and always incredibly
satisfying.

No, he wasn't a bit concerned about his sexuality.  He knew his seriously
horned-up obsession for gay porn had absolutely nothing to do with actually
BEING gay.  He bet most sexy dudes eventually found their way to the
singularly erotic pleasures of all-male porn, the hottest porn around to
Per's thinking: all those thick, luscious cocks; hard, hot muscle; smooth,
ripe asses; and raw, male-centered desire.  Gay porn was, for Per, pure,
one-hundred-proof masculinity: the potently distilled essence of male
desire, the most primal expression of a man's bodily passion and
sensuality.  Gay porn was the only porn that was non-stop dick and ass and
sac and abs and mouth, the only porn that was straight male pleasure.  A
guy would have to have something wrong with him not to get seriously off on
that shit, he felt.

And anyway, he only really liked a certain kind of gay porn Ð none of that
weird, fetish shit (the kind, he felt, that showed you were REALLY gay),
just the totally hot kind, the stuff any normal, sexed-up dude would get
off on, featuring gorgeous, ripped young college-age hunks, with absolutely
perfect, cut bodies, getting hard and hot, either alone or together,
jacking and sucking and fucking in a frenzy of muscle and cock and ass and
cum.

There were two reasons, for Per, to lusciously indulge in the eroticization
of muscular male bodies.  First, it flat-out got him hard as fuck, harder
than any other porn could.  There was something about so-called straight
porn that was a real turn-off for Per Ð seeing skanky, overly made-up,
dyed-blonde women in high heels and shaved pussies, moaning loud and fake,
giving lousy blow jobs, not knowing how to pleasure a guy's body.  And if
the only thing in straight porn that at all interested Per was a ripped,
good-looking dude with a hot cock, Per figured he might as well cut to the
chase, eliminate the bullshit factor, and go right to solid guy action.

But it wasn't just sexual satisfaction he got from those gay clips: all
those hot scenes of college-age muscle-studs were like motivational tapes
for him, getting him to step up his own workouts, to try to get the kind of
body he saw as his porn-fantasy ideal.  As desiderata, they had worked
beautifully: the past four years, since he'd discovered gay porn and made
it his viewing pleasure of choice, he'd really ramped up his workouts.  And
the past two years, as Irene and he had become bitter, wary enemies, he'd
upped his routine further, to two-a-day's: before work and after, and twice
most weekends as well.  The results were stunning.  Per easily had one of
the hottest bodies he'd ever seen; he'd become outrageously built,
exquisitely cut.  He smiled to think of what a testimonial he could do for
all-male erotica, in terms of both getting a dude off and getting him
ripped.

Now he had the kind of body he was sure women would drool over, once he
started dating again.  He was going to have the kind of mind-blowing sex
with luscious young ladies he'd always craved, the kind of sex his body
demanded Ð all dick and ass and mouth and muscle.  Exactly the kind Irene
had grown bored and revolted by: because as Per well knew, his insistent
demand for the sex he craved most Ð ass-rimming and cock-sucking,
butt-fucking and sac-tonguing Ð had been one of the ultimate causes of
their break-up.

It was so unfair, Per thought bitterly: when they were first dating, she'd
given in to all his desires, so anxious was she to please.

ÒTongue my piss-slit.  Oh fuck yessss!  Now my shaft.  My balls. Oh yes,
suck that fuckin' ball-sac, those big, bursting bull-balls, so fuckin' full
of cream.  Gonna shoot a load all over your face and tits!Ó

And she'd slosh his big ripe balls in her mouth as long as he asked, while
he panted for her to play with his abs and nipples.

ÒNow my ass! Rim that hot, tight hole!  Oh fuck yes!!  Finger me while you
jack that big dick!  Tongue and finger and Ð oh fucking shit!Ó

And he'd blast such a huge load all over her, then delicately scrape it
away and feed it to the both of them.  Then she'd clean his cock, getting
him hard and slick, and he'd fuck her ass, so much tighter and more sensual
than her cunt.

Yes, she accommodated all his desires when they were dating, but in that
first year of their marriage, the pleasure became narrowed.  Occasional
oral sex was about the only of his deepest desires she'd still consent to
(and even that changed Ð it became just quick, prissy cock-licking).  Then,
even that went by the boards sometime in their third year of marriage.

And now, his nightmare of a life with Irene soon to be legally over, he
could go back to his interest in women with a new vigor, confident and sexy
and ready to get the pleasure he deserved.  And even if, as a result of all
the porn and the hours spent ogling in the locker room, a smooth,
big-dicked muscle-boy still seemed so damn tantalizing Ð well, he'd be away
from his gym for a month or so, and he knew that harmless (but
oh-so-strong) homoerotic obsession of his would fully dissipate in the
fresh, sunny, pine-scented air of the cottage.

Per had gotten an early start on his second-day of driving, made excellent
time keeping pace with the other Canadian drivers who seemed to all go
about forty KPH over the speed limit, and so pulled into the cottage a
little after noon.  Noticing that his was the only car there, he figured
the ladies must be in town.  Hopefully, they left the door open for his
expected arrival, or maybe the boy would be there.  Hoisting his huge
duffle bag onto his shoulder, he walked up the trail to the lake cabin.

His knock at the door was answered by one of the hottest young boys he'd
ever seen.  Aw fuck, was this dude gorgeous!  It couldn't be Danny, could
it?  Per drank in his hot perfection immediately: the boy was beautifully
muscled under a very small tight T, pierced a couple times in both ears and
even one small chrome ring piercing an eyebrow (any kind of body piercing
on a dude was a real turn-on for Per), short dark hair casually styled in
sexy sort of fauxhawk that made it look like he'd just got out of bed from
a night of fucking, those longish sideburns only a seriously handsome boy
could make look hot, and an oh-so-sexy chinstache.  Low-riding black mesh
shorts (a real fetish for Per, seeing them so often on the dudes on campus)
and several necklaces completed the picture of a young hottie who had Per's
dick thrumming.

ÒDanny?Ó Per asked incredulously at the dreamy-looking muscle-boy standing
in the doorway.

ÒUncle Per!Ó the boy cried, giving the older man a warm hug.  Per's cock
throbbed to feel a thick, impressive piece of boy-meat press against his
thigh as they hugged.  His mind was suddenly thrumming with amazed
excitement.

ÒCome on in!Ó Danny said, ushering his uncle into the beautifully
decorated, rustic lake home.  ÒI been hopin' you'd show up soon!  Set your
shit down anywhere.  You must be tired after the drive, huh?Ó

Per just smiled and nodded, unable to take his eyes of the unbelievably hot
young stud his nephew had grown up to be.

He noticed, too, that the boy kept raking his gaze up and down his own
impressive frame.

And there was a lot to see, Per smiled to himself.  He was wearing the
least amount of clothing a dude could wear and still be publicly decent
because he'd wanted to be as comfortable as possible on the hot, cramped,
two-day drive: a very tight Under Armor sleeveless workout T; super-short
denim cut-offs, showing off his gorgeously cut, beautifully furred thighs
and big, pumped calves (the shorts were really a pair of male Daisy Dukes,
which looked so damn hot on him); cut so low and hanging just right, they
teasingly showed the one-inch band of the jock Per wore underneath (and not
just the waistband: in the front you could juuussst see the beginning of
the mesh pouch).  Those low-riding cut-offs, combined with the way Per wore
his super-tight workout T pulled up to about his belly button, meant that
on the sides and back you saw sexy snatches of sculpted man-flesh: a
teasing bit of ass cleavage and his lusciously-grooved Apollo's Belt.  The
leather flip-flops he wore, showing off his big, tanned, bony feet and
toes, completed the picture of a very hot, late-twenties muscle-stud.

Per was not a little proud at being able to flaunt the incredibly
eye-pleasing results of years of serious training.  It had stayed so hot
that summer that everyone with a decent body was wearing as little as
possible; every stop he'd made on the interstate during his drive, there
were other hot men and women dressed as skimpily as he was.  Per loved all
the leering looks he'd get at every service plaza, pumping gas or buying
coffee or peeing.  He was especially excited whenever a really hot-looking
young stud would let his seriously appreciative gaze linger, maybe even
smile or nod appreciatively.

A kind of timeless hush seemed to settle on the cottage for a few seconds
as these two gorgeous men scoped each other out.  It was visual
muscle-worship almost immediately.  Before anything more was said, they
took frank, long stares at each other's finely-chiseled bodies, their
otherwise impassive faces betraying nothing, but each one's eyes fully
drinking in the other's erotically perfect masculinity.

As turned on by his young nephew as Per was, Danny was even more erotically
charged.  The few times he'd seen him, Danny's uncle had been the kind of
sexy man that made the young boy first begin to wonder if he wasn't
attracted to men.  Per was breathtakingly handsome, with a beautifully
toned body, strong, fit, active, but also smart, charming, witty, a strong
role-model for the fatherless Danny.  He'd been beside himself with
anticipation at the thought of spending a few weeks alone with him up here,
his fevered young mind erupting in all sorts of hot epic porn fantasies
(which he knew were impossible; the dude was a married man and had always
seemed so damn straight and virile).

But now Danny was really turned on, seeing how the stud had ripened to such
a luscious extreme: his body, always a very hot object of lust for him, was
now ripped, painstakingly sculpted to erotically cock-hardening perfection.
Far from just being attractive, Per had become the kind of carved-beef
muscle-god Danny worshipped.  And Danny was all set to worship Per most
devoutly that summer.

And for Per, as soon as he'd realized what a major hottie his nephew had
become (which took maybe two seconds), his ambient fantasies for the
muscle-boys at his gym were re-ignited in a sudden, sharp conflagration of
desire.  Immediately he began to think about how cock-thickeningly
satisfying it was going to be flirting with his nephew up here for a few
weeks, when the women were gone, and the two young men would be alone. He
delighted in what lay ahead: a glorious month up here in cottage country,
the always gorgeous landscape awash now with the thick, rich,
testosterone-heavy haze of boy-lust.  Per's last summer at the cottage, he
realized, would be his best; there would be the sheer masculine pleasure of
indulging non-stop in the heady perfection of this young dude's beautifully
worked body.

Per's sex drive was strong, like a smoldering hot furnace that needed a lot
to keep it stoked; he'd been running on porn clips and j/o fantasies for a
couple years, but now a rich supply of slow-burning, long-lasting fuel was
right in front of him.

It would just be playing, of course, because nothing whatsoever would come
of it, just hot muscle-cruising and posing with this amazingly hot jock
nephew.  Certainly, Per would make his heterosexuality very apparent early
on, if he even needed to, so Danny wouldn't have a young dude's gay-panic
moment, thinking his perv of an uncle was hitting on him or anything.  The
kind of hot-jock muscle-flirting he had in mind would in no way involve
actual sex, of course!  It would just be dudes, getting off on flaunting
their well-worked bodies, being able to indulge in each other their passion
for muscle.

But suddenly Per was jolted; the hot jock-cruising he'd been daydreaming
about took a seriously wild turn.  He'd been so initially lust-addled,
gawking at the boy's beautifully defined upper body, showing ripe and
luscious under his tight T, that he hadn't bothered to read the
fancy-script lettering blazoned across that T.  All at once he processed
it, and the words brought him up short.

He brushed his hand casually across Danny's very firm, very ripe pecs,
letting his fingers underline the phrase plastered across his chest.

ÒSorry if I'm wrong here, son, but I'm guessin' this shirt means you're
gay?Ó

On Danny's super-small, sexy T were printed the words, ÒDefine
ÔBoyfriend.'Ó

ÒYep,Ó Danny smiled warmly, secretly hoping this immediate opportunity for
sexual frankness might start a low-simmer seduction boiling with his hot
young uncle, ÒI been out for about two years now.  In the closet for a year
or so before that.Ó

ÒHell yeah!  Good for you, dawg!  Glad to see you're out and proud.  Seems
so many young dudes are now.  At least, there sure as fuck seems to be a
lotta gay dudes on the campus where I work Ð that is, if a straight fucker
like me can have any sort of gaydar at all!  Damn, sometimes I wish I
wasn't straight, cause you young gay hotties are always so fuckin' sexy!Ó

With that last phrase, Per winked to the boy, to draw him warmly into this
new society of theirs, the two-person gay-straight alliance of hip,
hot-looking, very open-minded dudes.

Danny excitedly wondered why a hot stud of a married man would talk about
flirting with boys, but he just shook off his uncle's comment as a
good-natured compliment.

ÒActually,Ó Danny said shyly, ÒI think it was that last summer I saw you
with Aunt Irene up here that I started thinking I was most likely gay.
Probably cause I was just in awe of how fucking hot you were, dude.  Hope
that don't embarrass you?Ó

ÒNot at all, son, not at all.  I'm flattered, nephew,Ó Per said modestly,
his cock getting thicker and harder at the thought that Danny found him
hot.

ÒI'll never forget how turned on I was by you those two summers.  Fuck,
seeing you all bare-chested, in shorts and swim trunks and shit, I think I
had a pre-teen hard-on all summer long!

ÒAnd now, dude,Ó his hands lightly raked Per's upper body, Òfucking hottt
as hell!  You are so fucking ripped, Uncle!  Shredded as shit, dawg!!
Seriously!!!Ó

Danny was so awed by Per's superb musculature that he dared to sensuously
trace his muscle-stud uncle's deeply etched pecs and abs, showing off in
bold, hard relief through his tightly stretched shirt.

Per was utterly amped at this easy, immediate, comfortable level of
intimacy.  It's just too freaking amazing, he marveled, thrilling to the
boy's casual flirtation, that this major college-hottie nephew of mine,
who's gonna be spending about a month alone with me up here in nudists'
paradise, is into dudes!

He laughed inside as he recalled his fears earlier on the drive about Danny
being in the way of his pleasure this summer: not only would not one moment
of his so-called man-time be compromised, but all the nudity and muscle
stuff was about to become scorchingly more exciting, with this gorgeous
young gay stud suddenly added to the mix.

He'd become such a jock-stud boy-tease with the hot young dudes back in his
college gym, but here, this summer, it would be just two dudes, him and
Danny all alone, one-on-one, able to cruise each other like crazy.  With
the added thrill, the heightened sexual edge, of flaunting his hot,
straight, naked body in front of a gorgeous young gay jock Ð it would be
cruel, but oh-so-delicious!  Per's plans for a stag paradise this summer
suddenly glistened in front of him, shining with a nice thick sheen of
precum, all wet and warm and enticing in the blazing cottage sun.

Damn, the cock-teasing that lay ahead!  Hanging out in just jocks or trunks
or briefs or boxers.  Or even less: Per bet Danny would like it just fine
if he could Ôcatch' his uncle totally bare-assed a time or two; Per's long,
luscious dick dangling down so temptingly; such a hot sight, he knew, to a
young gay stud, given all the frank stares Per's naked body got from the
boys Ð no doubt many (maybe the majority) of them gay or bi Ð at his
college gym.  He hoped Danny would quickly take the hint and parade around
in as little as possible, too, cause his nephew sure was one hot, built
muscle-stud.  Per bet Danny would love seeing him Ôcasually' sporting one
of his cock rings.  He loved posing in front of the mirror in one; it made
him look like such a muscle-sex stud, that big-ass dick of his looking so
hot with a silver ring or leather strap at its base.

And damn, he could hardly wait to see the boy's dick: it looked like he had
quite a sweet piece of boy-meat jigglin' around under those low-hanging
board shorts.  It sure felt long and full when the boy had hugged him
earlier.  And shit, he thought: the dude's got a few other piercings, how
hot would it be if his dick had a sexy PA dangling down from the tip!  Aw,
fuck!

Truth to tell, bare-assed flirting up here with this hunky young hot boy Ð
and then later beating off all night to the mental videos he'd record each
day Ð was probably about as close as he'd get to real sex up here until he
could hook up with some luscious young lady in town or on the lakes.  And
that hook-up no doubt would come: to Per, this vacation setting had always
seemed like one huge singles bar, given all the beautiful bare-chested boys
and bikini-wearing girls he'd watched milling around town each year,
hotties checking each other out, looking for summer fun.  Per'd never
played the pick-up game up here before, of course, but he was oh-so-ready
to try now.  It was time for Per to learn to be a hot-boy himself, and
hanging around Danny would give him great practice, not to mention a
constant, dick-throbbing buzz.

So, to start his new life as a sexy tease on the prowl, Per casually (but
slowly) peeled off the tight T he'd worn in the car all morning,
complaining of the heat from his long drive, and asked Danny for a beer.
He smirked inside to see his nephew's eyes widen and rake his chest and abs
up and down.  Per knew what a smoking hot body he had and how much Danny
must be drooling inside.

Lusty devil that he was, Per flexed and stretched and pumped his arms, and
even massaged his pecs, letting out a deep, sensual grunt of satisfaction,
pretending to be limbering up his body, relieving it from the stiffness of
a long, two-day drive, but really flaunting 185 pounds of stone-sculpted,
fur-dusted, beautifully defined man-muscle.

Danny finally tore his excited gaze away and raced to the kitchen to fetch
some beers.

Hard body clad in just those ultra-short denim cut-offs, the rest pure, cut
beefcake, Per knew just how fucking hot he must look, flaunting so much
naked muscle.  Then that teasing little glimpse of his jock, which Per bet
was a major added turn-on for a boy like Danny: women, as Irene had made
only too clear to him, cared nothing at all for a stone-cold muscle-stud in
a jockstrap; judging from all the hard-core porn he'd watched, though, gay
dudes couldn't get enough of that hot look.

ÒAh, feels good to get that sticky shirt off,Ó he purred huskily as he
sipped his beer, loving the way he'd so casually upped the ante between the
two hot boys, raised the homoerotic temperature in the room.

ÒFuck, Uncle,Ó Danny said, in a quiet voice quivering with the genuine awe
he had for the cut muscle-torso in front of him, Òyou are just fuckin'
BUILT!  Damn, I ain't never seen a dude as chiseled as you!  You must
fuckin' LIVE at the gym, bro!  I work out, man Ð I KNOW how much time it
would take to get a body like that.  Fuckin' awesome, Unc!Ó

He high-fived his uncle boyishly, jittery with the body-pulsing attraction
coursing through him for the Adonis that was his uncle.  He was thrilled
when Per, after they slapped palms, kept his hand clasped tightly in the
air and shook it firmly, winking in what seemed a kind of sweet, sexy
secret.

ÒI do enjoy my workouts, I gotta say,Ó Per grinned coolly, Òbut look at
you, son!Ó

And now Per (Ôoh, but you are a bad man,' he grinned wickedly to himself)
dared to press his bets even further, giving Danny's gorgeous hockey-stud
biceps a light but firm squeeze.

ÒYou sure as fuck have bulked up since the last time I seen you, junior.Ó

Danny wasted no time stripping off his own shirt, proud to show off his
buff upper body to his muscle-hunk uncle.  Per gave an immediate low
whistle of appreciation: with those low-hanging mesh shorts (and no
underwear Ð too hot!) exposing all that lean, carved young muscle, Danny
was Per's boy-fetish incarnate.

ÒYep, I got super serious about sports and shit about three years ago, when
I got involved in junior hockey.  Been hittin' the weights and running like
crazy ever since.Ó

Per did another low wolf whistle and let his fingers play up and down
Danny's washboard and back and forth across his beautifully carved pecs,
then up over his muscular young shoulders and down those lean, carved
biceps.  He was instantly addicted to the feel of Danny's ripe young
muscle.

ÒYou are fine as fuck, dude!  And bein' that you're gay, I bet you got no
trouble with dudes wantin' a piece of this shit, huh?  Shit, if I were gay,
I'd sure as fuck wanna tap this!Ó

Danny blushed.  How awesome was this, his uncle being so cool about him
being gay!?  Fuck, did he ever wish his uncle WERE gay Ð like in all those
hot gay porn fantasies he liked to read.  Shit, if he were, as soon as his
mom and auntie left Ð fuck, what a fuckin' hot time the two of Ôem could
have!  Damn!

ÒYou got THAT right, Unc.  I ain't had a dry spell since can't remember
when.  Shit, I got boys young and old linin' up for this shit.Ó

He posed and flexed sexily.

ÒOh, you like older dudes, too?  As old as me?Ó

ÒAw fuck, Per,Ó Danny said quietly, blushing, Òare you kidding?  You ain't
old!Ó

And now Danny looked him dead in the eye: ÒAnd fuck, talk about wantin' to
tap that shit . . . !Ó

An awkward, blunt, sexually charged silence echoed loudly around them, as
both their thickened cocks throbbed with desire and their eyes drank in
cut, gorgeous muscle.  Danny finally cut through the tension.

ÒHey, by the way, Uncle, I broughtt a great set of weights up this summer.
I got Ôem set up on the upstairs porch of the boathouse.  Mom never goes
there; it's sorta my private workout space.  We can lift together while
you're up here!

ÒIf you want to,Ó he added shyly, hopefully.

ÒCool,Ó said Per.  ÒI been wonderin' how I was gonna get my reps in on
vacation.  Maybe I can pick up a few pointers from you about how to tweak
my routine.Ó

The older man's hands began again to glide slow and sensuous over Danny's
upper body, playing lightly, appreciatively (and avuncularly, he hoped)
over Danny's shoulders and arms and pecs.  Danny's cock twitched
deliciously as he thrilled to his sexy uncle's electric touch.

When Per finally broke off his bold intimacy with the youth, it was Danny's
turn to let his hands play all over Per's ripped torso.

ÒI don't think there's ANYTHING I can teach you, Unc.  Seriously, dude, do
I even need to tell you this?  You are, like, a young gay jock's walking
wet dream.  Maybe you can get ME lookin' about half as fine as you before
you leave.  I would LOVE to bulk up just a bit more, like you.  And get
more defined, like this super fucking sexy-ass body of yours!  Shit, dawg,
even your nips are sexy as fuck.Ó

Danny gave Per's eraser-hard nubs a playful twist and went to fetch his
uncle and him another cold one.

As they each guzzled beer excitedly, beer that couldn't begin to quench the
real thirst raging in them, Per decided to keep the conversation sexual.

ÒSo, junior, I hope you're the kinda dude who likes to kiss and tell,
cause, even though I'm straight, I gotta admit, hearin' about gay sex
seriously turns my crank.  Maybe I'm a perv or something, but what you
dudes do sounds like blistering hot sex to me.  All hard cocks and smooth
asses and sucking and cumming and shit.  Just hard-core man-lust, straight
and uncut!  Am I right?  So I'd love to hear some of yer sexier
play-by-play, if you're ever in the mood to tell me what a player you are.Ó

Danny was absolutely beside himself, not really understanding how a
straight dude could get turned on by gay shit, but amped as hell to think
about his uncle and gay sex in the same thought.

ÒSure, dawg!  Some night we'll hoist a few, and I'll go all gay Don Juan on
yer ass and tell you some of my racier escapades.  And, dude, I gotta say,
they get pretty fuckin' racy!  You'll see, dude Ð I am like the supreme
horndog!  Fuck, just last week, in the locker room of my gym, me and this
totally hot bud of mine DP'd this fine-ass sixteen year-old swimmer.  Shit,
hot as fuck!Ó

Per finished the second half of his beer in one gulp.  His hands were
shaking with a lust that was palpable, his brain awhirl from a heady
cocktail of cold beer and boy-lust.  The thrill of a summer ahead with
Danny was reverberating through him like a loud, pulsating drum.  He
couldn't remember ever being this excited in his life.  Not even on his
wedding day.

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