Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2011 10:49:13 -0800 From: Rio Mack Subject: Six Percent 2 (gay adult/youth) The Six Percent Summer By Rio Mack DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex. 2. Moving Into the Boathouse/Getting Acquainted "Per, darling, would you mind awfully if we put you in the second bedroom up in the boathouse until Irene and I leave at the end of the week? You wouldn't mind that, would you, dear? Danny would be next door, so you wouldn't get too lonely. I'm still packing, and I don't want to have to disturb everything by having to move all my stuff out for you and Irene. Plus, I want Irene in with me so we can finish up plans for the trip. We've been staying up late scheming most every night this week. It's just a couple of days, you don?t mind too much, do you, you dear, gorgeous man?" The women had finally returned. "No, Marta, not at all." Per tried to keep his voice easy and light, but a thick wave of passion began washing over him, and his mind suddenly swam with images of his hot young nephew and him, secluded down in the boathouse, in various stages of undress. His groin began to pulse eagerly, with quick, sharp stabs of boy-lust. "Thank you, darling. Then, Danny, after your aunt and I leave, I want you packing all my stuff up so Per can move in here. That's your job, not Per's, yes?" Danny gave his mother a smarmy grin of assent. Per admired Marta's skill in handling the awkward bedroom situation of a soon-to-be-divorced couple in front of the unaware boy, keeping the messy details of his and Irene's problem respectfully private. In any event, though, he couldn't be more pleased with the sleeping arrangements: all alone, he and Danny, down in the boathouse, out of eyeshot and earshot, the only thing separating their bedrooms a shared bathroom. A whirling montage of soft-core gay video clips began playing out in his sex-starved mind: being able to undress in front of each other, staying nude for as long as they wanted, walking around in just jocks or underwear, maybe a towel wrapped around hard-carved beef when stepping to or from the shower, or maybe nothing at all, posing and flexing, maybe even showering together, casually brushing a dick against each other every once in a while, and having it all be perfectly natural, because it was the bedroom, the bath, intimate spaces, and they were both guys and not at all ashamed of each other's bodies, and they'd both spent a lot of time in locker rooms and so of course were only too familiar with how guys behaved in such a heightened masculine environment, and it wasn't flirting, it was just the de facto homoerotically charged situation of two built men alone together, just the private hours of two randy dudes, and if they slap asses or teasingly grab each other's cocks, well, hey, what the fuck, right? And massages -- shit, massages! Per's lusty daydreams were racing. Fuck, would this ever be hot! Maybe even in a couple of days he might casually suggest to Danny they jack to some porn together! Tight buds did that, right? "Don't know 'bout you," he'd casually say one day as he'd innocently slip his trunks down, click on a porn vid, and begin to stroke his hard, thick shaft, "but I need some relief somethin' fierce. And, now with the women gone, and bein' it's just us boys, we can sorta let down our hair, huh? Feel free to join me if you like, dude. This is what my buds and I used to do all the time back in college, jack together during a dry spell. Damn, now that I think back on it, sometimes we even used to help each other out . . . ." (Of course, that meant he'd have to find some straight porn to download in order not to blow his cover; he didn't want Danny knowing his het-stud uncle was exclusively into college jock fuck-fests.) Shaking off his dick-stiffening fantasies, he turned to his nephew and with a sly grin asked, "You mind me bunkin' next to you, dawg?" "Hell no!" Danny said, astonished at this amazing turn of events, cock twitching excitedly at the thought of having his gorgeous muscle-hunk of an uncle all alone, right next to him. How little was Per comfortable wearing around another dude, wondered Danny, who loved to hang around with his own buds up here either nude or in skimpy trunks or underwear. From what the boy had seen of his exhibitionist uncle so far, very little. Like nothing, probably, he hoped. And the dude was into serious muscle, which meant jockstraps, of course. Dude even wears 'em for underwear, which is way hot. Shit, Danny drooled, I can't wait to see this cut, brawny hunk in just a jock! "All right, you boys, glad that's settled," Marta said breezily as she gathered up her purse and keys. "Irene and I are driving into Sanderson for more shopping. We'll pick up food for dinner, too. Per, I thought seafood tonight to welcome you up. And sangria and snacks on the dock before?" "Sounds perfect, Marta. Thanks. Let me give you some money for groceries." "Oh bollocks, darling. You and Irene are my guests, angel!" "It's WONderful having you up here again, darling," Marta added, giving Per a warm embrace and -- holy shit! Per jolted -- copping a feel of his hard, firm-muscled ass. Marta gave a sly wink as she headed towards the door. "I'll call from the road before we get back, Danny. Come up the drive and help us with the groceries!" And with that, the two highly aroused males were left alone again. "Well, junior," Per said, with a voice just barely trembling with nervous lust, "guess I better unpack." The boathouse at the cottage was large, bigger even than many of the smaller cottages that dotted the lake, with four slips inside, at which were moored the cabin's various watercraft. Built on top was a spacious second floor, consisting of two beautifully furnished knotty pine bedrooms, separated by a luxurious, wood and stone bathroom, with a shower area big enough for two. Spanning both bedrooms on the sides and back, with gorgeous lake views, was a wide, cedar-plank porch. The stretch of porch around back was Danny's favorite spot. Totally closed off from sight of the cottage itself, it afforded the boy a chance to tan nude -- and this summer, so far, he'd taken every opportunity he could, getting a rich, sexy, all-over bronze. It was here that he'd set up his weights this summer, so he could work out nude or in just a jock. His mother would be horrified if she knew, of course, but she hadn't a clue, since that side of the boathouse couldn't be seen from either up in the cottage or from someone down on the dock. It was only visible from the lake, and, Danny felt, any stray boaters who wandered into their remote bay were welcome to the free sex-show of a hot, fit, bare-assed dude lifting or tanning. "Think I'll stow some o' my gear and do some stretching after that long car ride," Per said, entering what would be his room. "Gimme a few minutes and then maybe we can take a quick dip, OK? A nice, cool swim'd feel fine as fuck after that long drive." Danny nodded, a little disappointed, and drifted off into his own bedroom. Once alone, Per stripped down to his jock, a well-worn cotton-mesh swimmer's jock, beautifully sweat-plastered onto his hefty cock from the six-hour drive he'd just finished. He stood in front of the mirrored wall of his bedroom and posed, turning this way and that, holding each pose for a long while, flexing his muscles to their erotic peak, admiring the stunning progress he'd achieved through years of obsessive workouts. All that hard-carved muscle mass, cut to exquisite definition. And perfectly setting off his lean, muscular perfection: his huge, luscious cock, jock-clad and bulging out so damn sexily, every luscious inch droolingly detailed under the skin-tight mesh pouch. Per had watched enough hot gay muscle-porn over the years to know what a steamy sight he made. Poor Danny, he smiled to himself, he must be all worked up at seeing what a total stud his already buff uncle had become. Shit, wait'll he sees me like this, Per grinned, starting to harden at how fucking hot he looked in just that skimpy jock. He flexed and posed more, even doing a few sets of push-ups, wanting to get himself as pumped as possible for when he called Danny back in. He felt so comfortable, so himself, in just a jock. At home, when he was alone (which was often: he and Irene had worked out mutually exclusive schedules), he was almost always naked or in just a jock. He'd even answer the door that way, loving to see the expressions on faces as they took in his masculine perfection. Per knew his body was too compelling to allow him to feel any shame. If he were home alone, posing in front of the mirror like this, he'd begin rubbing his pecs and abs, their erogenous firmness, stroking his hardening cock under the taut mesh, playing with his hole, all the while getting so turned on by his amazingly cut, sexy body. Then finally, after getting hard as fuck from body-worship, while fevered fantasies of him and the boys in his gym played through his mind, he'd whip that big-ass prick of his out of his jock and stroke out a thick, satisfying load, which he'd succulently lick off his fingers. But he wasn't home now, and his nephew might barge in at any second. The plan was to start unpacking, but he'd gotten too side-tracked by the sight of his gorgeously cut body in the mirror. Held riveted, trapped by his reflection, he posed and flexed a little longer, loving the feel of pumped muscle and plump cock. Damn though, he thought to himself as he studied his seriously ripped frame, he wished Danny WOULD barge in on him now. What a fine fucking show he'd get! He loved flaunting his hot body in front of the young studs at his gym. He was proud that he -- about five or six years older than most of the collegiate gym rats -- was always one of the sexiest, most seriously ripped dudes in the shower or locker room. And easily one of the best hung. Danny, meanwhile, stayed nervously in his room as long as he could bear. But after about five long minutes, he was beside himself. He needed another fix of that beautifully cut muscle-god uncle. Plus, he wanted to show off his own hot body -- and he meant 'show it off': his plan was to let Per know, as soon as possible, that his sexy-ass young nephew was going to be nude around the boathouse a lot, which he hoped would encourage his stud-uncle to do the same. So he slipped off his board shorts, drifted out onto the porch, and casually sauntered over to the French doors that looked into his uncle's room. He pretended he was just idly hanging out, leaning against the railing, looking at the lake and around at the shoreline, soaking up the sun, working on his all-over tan, just enjoying the beautiful day. But it wasn't long before he shot an irresistibly curious glance into his uncle's room. What he saw was what he'd hoped he'd see. Per had removed his shirt and shorts and now was posing in front a full-length mirror in just his jock, flexing his beautifully pumped muscles and every once in a while adjusting the huge, cock-stuffed pouch of his jock. For Danny, it was like seeing one of his favorite muscle-porn videos, featuring some beautifully ripped stud posing and flexing in just a jock, being shot live right in front of him. His uncle looked fucking incredible; instant dick-hardeningly hot. He entire body was gorgeously worked, covered in full, ripe muscles, erotically perfect, smokingly defined, and covered lightly by a sensuous dusting of gold fur in exactly the right places. And that so sexy, ultra-butch buzz-cut he had -- he was like the sexy, big-dicked marine stereotype stud ideal. Danny wanted to run his hands and tongue all over up and down his uncle's hard-carved musculature, just worship the length and breath of that perfect specimen of man, kissing him hotly, licking his head and jaw and neck and tits, and begin jacking that superb length of man-meat. Per's body looked like it had been painstakingly sculpted by an artist who passionately, erotically, obsessively loved men, a poet of the male form, who'd decided to make Per his masterpiece, and so spent years getting each curve, each groove, each beautiful ripple just right, a sculptor who had to pause every now and then to jack his hard, straining cock because of the palpably erotic allure in what he was creating. Underscoring, with bold, unmistakable emphasis, his superbly sexy build was the humungously overstuffed basket of his jock-pouch, which had Danny panting with lust, his tongue tingling for the chance to play all over that beefy, mesh-stretched shaft, head, and sac. For as compelling as Per's chiseled muscles were, it was that huge cock, barely concealed by the jock's thin mesh, which held Danny's gaze obscenely rapt. No dick had ever filled a jock-pouch out better, the boy thought: there wasn't a spare micro-inch of air-space in that stretched mesh bulge; Per's huge, meaty girth jutted it right out, ripe to bursting. His own cock began to swell with raw, salivating desire. Shit, he thought excitedly, he HAD to walk right in on that, even naked and half-hard like he was (and he suddenly realized he'd been either half-hard or harder ever since his uncle had arrived). So he rushed back into his bedroom, then the bathroom, grabbing a big beach towel and, noticing his stash of gay comics and stroke mags in a pile on the floor, he grabbed a few of those as well. Then he opened the door that led from the bathroom into his uncle's room. As he'd hoped, his uncle was still beautifully, majestically jock-clad. That thin, almost translucent pouch in the front was stretched out long and thick and huge and meaty, perfectly outlining Per's luscious cock. Danny fought the urge to run over and start licking and sucking through the mesh. "Hope I'm not interruptin', Uncle. I just wanted to make sure you had a beach towel to take out to the dock." He laid the towel and porn stash on Per's bed. "Not interruptin' at all, young 'un. I'm just stretchin' a little. My muscles are cramped as hell from all the drivin' I been doin' the past coupla days." Per's eyes were riveted on the boy's nudity; in front of him was the sexiest sight he had ever witnessed. A feverish urge to embrace the boy began thundering through him, an almost instinctive desire to hold him close and let their cocks mash together while fondling the boy's smooth, tight ass. . "Damn, Unc, I'd be happy to give you a massage later, to get you all loosened up, if you like?" The offer just burbled out of Danny, like his dick had somehow taken over the speech center in his brain. "Sounds fine as fuck, nephew. I'd very much like. Can't tell you how fuckin' stiff I am." Or how fuckin' stiff I'M gonna be, Uncle, rubbin' that hot-ass body o' yours all over, Danny thought to himself, suddenly desperate to see, and as quickly as possible, just how gay he and his uncle might go up here together this summer. As for Per, he luxuriated in the fact of his lean, lithe, beautifully muscled nephew having scampered back over here to his room so quickly. And showing up nude like this! It was too fucking hot, to luxuriate like this, almost nude (maybe even sexier than nude, in just his jock, with its extra scrap of teasing), with this gorgeous young stud of a nephew, this sexy young faun, so achingly, beautifully nude himself. Per flushed excitedly to see that his initial dream upon arrival, when he'd realized how fucking hot Danny had gotten, of a fun few weeks nude or semi-nude up here with his gorgeous young nephew was coming amazingly true already. Shit, was this seventeen year-old hottie fine! Smooth, lean, beautifully carved young muscle; a killer set of abs; and the boy's dick! Exceptional! Sleek, uncut, just thick enough, nice and long, a fulsome shaft, with a jaunty, youthful up-curve to it. Per just about grunted with man-lust to see the boy was deliciously three-quarters-hard, the shaft all firm and bouncy, the head peeping teasingly out through a nice sleek sheath of foreskin. And the boy's smooth young body was oh-so-sexily tanned all over, even that cute, round, gorgeously firm ass. It was that ass, particularly, that held Per's gaze; he was seized by a primal, aching hunger to cup those two perfect globes and plunge in, eating that sexy butt ravenously, like ripe, luscious fruit, until, all wet and slick, it blossomed open, so he could plunge his hard, thirsty cock in, letting the hot, moist flesh envelop his manhood. Every nerve in his body, especially those tingling insistently now in his thick, hardening prick, screamed to him that it would be the most amazing sex of his life. It was going to be so fucking wonderful up here as soon as the ladies left, Per thought excitedly: an endless parade of raw, muscled beef; the deep, sensuously masculine flirting of two jock males. Time seemed to stop there in Per's bedroom as the two cut studs just stared at each other, eyes raking muscular perfection up and down, drinking in pure masculine eroticism, intoxicated with each other's hot bodies. "Damn, Per," Danny finally spoke, voice dry and quaking, "nobody can rock a jockstrap as sexy as you can, dude! Shit, you should model 'em, your build is fuckin' perfect." "I think a jock is about the sexiest thing a man can wear, son," Per rasped, voice thick and low with lust. He grinned leeringly and added, "It's one of my fetishes you'll have to put up with while we're bunkin' together up here, junior. You can see, I'm one of those dudes who likes to wear as little as possible when he's chillin'." Per frankly ogled his nephew's gorgeously enticing nudity up and down. "But then, I see you're just like me. Must run in the family, I guess." Danny smiled with the same leer as his uncle, equally proud at showing off his own cut young body, utterly amped at the thought that he and Per would be hangin' out naked or near-naked like this all summer. He spoke his strong, youthful, gay desire in the frankest of terms: "Don't know what's hotter, Per: that big, luscious length of man-meat you got coiled up in there, struggling so damn sexy against that tight, tight mesh; or that sweet, beautifully furred, muscle-beef ass of yours, framed so damn perfectly by these tight, thin straps." Danny was now stroking Per's ass appreciatively, fingers worming under the straps of Per's jock, his eyes glued on that huge, stretched pouch (was he dreaming, or had that stud-cock of Per's hardened a bit?). "It's so cool you're into jocks, dawg," he said as he pulled the straps away, giving him free range over Per's ass, using one set of fingers to begin tracing daringly, ever so slightly, up and down Per's crack, as subtly as possible. "They're so fucking hot." Per moaned in a low ecstasy of disbelief. "You got that right, dude," he said, voice quakily atremble, eyes locked into Danny's as the youth's fingers played softly. "If a man's really fit, underwear is the hottest thing he can wear. I brought lots of my favorite jocks and briefs up this summer -- this place is just made for a dude to wear his sexiest drawers, no?" He relaxed back into Danny's light, glorious ass-play. "Word! Hey," Danny added, a dick-throbbing fantasy hatching, "what say you lemme see you model some of your sexiest shit, dawg?" He continued his teasing, whisper-light massage of Per's ass and crack. "You serious, junior?" Per asked, slowly wriggling his ass subtly but firmly against Danny's incredible touch, mind dazed with unknown pleasure. "Hell yeah!" Danny said, amped, knowing exactly where this was leading. "Fashion Show time, stud! I call it. Round up some o' yer sexiest shit! I'll go grab a few o' mine, too! Let's model trunks and undies and shit for each other! Really show off these stud bodies we got!" And he ran off to his room, dick wagging, like an excited puppy, anxious to flaunt his hot young body in front of his muscle-god of an uncle. It took Per a moment to get over the empty sensation of no more ass-play. When his pulse calmed, he slipped off his jock. So Danny is also a connoisseur of jocks and briefs, he thought to himself, while the boy went to fetch his jocks. All fit dudes are, Per figured, appreciating how such sexy, skimpy apparel really set off a hard-carved body. Per's own collection was mostly what he considered the sexiest of the standard male athletic wear; the hottest looking shit by Bike, Champion, Duke; stuff a real jock stud wore, stuff he'd worn (and been totally turned on by) ever since he first started working out his body. But he bet he knew what Danny was into: for the past five years or so he'd discovered men's sexy underwear sites on the internet, checking them out regularly, mostly just to ogle and stroke to the hot near-naked models. So he knew how the fashion had changed to sexier, more colorful stuff: 'gay jocks' was how Per thought of them, as he'd stroke and get deliciously hard to incredibly fit young dudes posing in the almost baroquely fashionable male lingerie they advertised. 'Street jocks' was how some of the sexiest stuff was termed, and Per figured that was because no one would ever wear them in a gym (expect a few of the hotter young dudes at his own campus gym actually could occasionally be seen sporting them in the locker room -- very hot). Per had even, in the past year and a half, bought himself a couple of more fashionable items online: a sexy pair of white, 2(X)ist lo-cut briefs, and a grey pair of some European-cut low-rise boxer-briefs. They weren't outrageously hot like most of the young dudes' styles -- after all, he didn't want to seem too gay or anything -- but they were most definitely a sexier variation on Per's usual oldschool standard issue. He'd worn them each a few times to his gym and was pleased to see how they caught the eye of so many young college-boys; it made him feel even more sexy and daring, making his ambiguous sexuality just that much more mysterious, he thought. He'd planned to buy a few more this fall, when he got home from the cottage. Danny returned from his room with a handful of his sexiest underwear, in time to see Per, muscle-stud naked and glorious, bending his beautifully athletic body over his duffle bag, sifting through the contents. Danny's crotch throbbed as his eyes made love to that exquisitely carved muscle-ass. "Let's do the Fashion Show in my room, dawg!" Danny said, breathless with sex. "I just put some porn on my flatscreen, so we'll have appropriate ambient visuals." Per rose with his own small handful -- one of his favorite jocks, a very skimpy swimmer's jock; that pair of 2(X)ist briefs; and the most daring swimsuit he had. But Danny didn't even notice what Per was holding: the first sight of Per fully nude overwhelmed him. In terms of frontal nudity, the focal point of Per's beautifully worked body was his cock, that long thick eight or so inches of hefty man-flesh, drooping big and meaty, with the promise of virile, athletic sex; the hefty, fulsome shaft ended in that sexily hooded head, looking like such a tempting mouthful, with his huge sac of bull-nuts dangling lusciously below, and a nicely groomed golden bush above. Then radiating out from the mouth-watering beauty of that perfectly sculpted prick, was his gorgeously carved musculature, acting as a kind of beautifully ornate, rippling frame for the power and majesty of Per's manhood. The two of them entered Danny's room, excited for the seriously flirty posing ahead. Per quickly took in the decor: huge, comfy-looking bed, all messy with sheets and blankets and quilts; a couch and chairs arranged conversationally in the third of the room over by the French doors, where a flat-screen TV was showing a muscle-porn video Per recognized immediately (featuring Brant, his favorite model on his favorite porn site, College Jox, in a threesome with Skyler and Stevie, two other very hot, beautifully muscled porn-stars he liked). Tacked up on the walls here and there were huge posters of sexy, bare-chested athletes. Per felt very much at home here; he bet they'd be hanging out here most often this summer. It was a perfect boy-sex den. Danny began trying on his first number, a green Diesel street-jock with grey waistband. Just as Per thought. And damn, did he ever look hot in it. Per gave a serious wolf-whistle and made sly little strokes and sexy prods and rubs and band-snaps as the boy paraded his sexy-ass body back and forth in front of him. For Per, this was probably the sexiest, most head-swimming moment of his life. A gorgeous, sexy, near-naked youth, posing wantonly in front of scorching hot gay porn. Every nerve in his body was raw and thrumming: it felt like he'd finally arrived in his element, the space where he'd been so long overdue. His cock was almost grunting with thick, hard pleasure. He tried to remain calm and make easy banter. "Yeah, you young cats can wear those sexy-ass ones with the big logo waistbands. Us older dudes would be laughed at, I think, if we tried to rock that sexy young shit. And anyway, I like to show off every fucking inch of these sexy-ass lower abs of mine. That's why I like a swimmer's jock. Here, lemme show you my favorite. This old Champion, absolutely sexiest thing I own." What Per slipped into was basically the smallest mesh pouch possible and about three-fourths or a half-inch of band. The pouch went no higher than the base of Per's thick, beefy cock, and the band barely covered his trimmed blonde bush. Per began to flex and pose sexily, even turning around to show off his near-naked muscle-ass. Danny was weak with sexual hunger. "That's so fucking sexy, dude!" Danny said, feeling a light tremor in his voice. "If you don't take that shit off, I swear I'm makin' a pass at you!" Per posed a bit more in it, jutting his hips and wriggling them a bit, clasping his hands in back of his head to tauten his pecs and abs and show off his beautifully grooved Apollo's Belt. He was gay-muscle-porn-star perfection. Then he laughed and pulled the jock off, throwing it on the floor. He was just as happy to flaunt cut, naked beef. "Yeah," he mused, "jocks make a dude feel so fuckin' sexy, that least little shred of clothing just barely not covering up a muscle-stud's hot-ass body and big-ass cock. I gotta say, that's the look for me. Not ashamed to say I even check out the jock muscle sites to see pics of dudes like that. Hot as fuck. You'd like those sites, I bet, junior, if you've never checked 'em out. Super cut dudes, wearin' just jocks, so you can really study the muscle and see those pouches bulgin' with thick meat. Bet a young hottie like you into dudes would eat that shit up." "I know all about those sites, Uncle!" Danny grinned. "They're a gay boy's staple. Just like the college jock porn sites, the kind where this vid I got playing is from." He motioned to the large flatscreen, which showed a scene Per had stroked to many times: Brant ramming Stevie's ass while Skyler face-fucked him, the three muscle-studs having the kind of sex Per dreamed of. "If you like those sexy male underwear sites of yours, you ought check out some of the college dude muscle sites like this." "I could show you how to find 'em," the boy added, trying to be casual, but amped as hell at the thought of initiating his stud uncle into gay porn. "It's pretty damn hot, I gotta say," Per said huskily, stroking the entire length of his hardened cock. "Damn, my naked ass and these boys on-screen have got you hard as fuck, Uncle! You sure you ain't got a little gay in you, dude?" Per continued to stroke his long thick shaft and gave the boy a sly leer: "If I do, I 'spect I'll sure as hell find out this summer. What with a cock-hound hottie like you prancing around all naked and flirty up here all the time, it's gonna be pretty fuckin' tough to resist." Then he winked at his nephew, loving the feeling of being able to voice his own gay lust like this for the first time, even if Danny thinks he's just playing. The two cut horned-up males continued their excited cruising. After Per finished modeling his underwear and very brief swimsuit, he just sprawled back, naked, on Danny's couch, his gaze ping-ponging between the smoking hot porn on the screen and Danny proudly modeling a bunch of his sexiest underwear and swimsuits, all the while idly stroking his steel-hard shaft and letting his huge ballsac play between his fingers as he dug down to tease his taint, his mind swimming in the sheer erotic glory of the scene. Danny slipped off his last suit and joined his uncle on the couch, excited as hell to be jacking to porn with this wet-dream stud-ideal of his. His eyes, locked onto Per's cock, were glazed over at the majesty of that huge, hard, towering shaft and the sleek, precum-slick glans, playing a sexy game of peek-a-boo as Per kept drawing his foreskin sheath back and forth across it. "This is cool as fuck jacking with you, Per," Danny said after a while, mouth dry and voice quivering. "My boys and I do this shit all the time. Never dreamed I'd be doin' it with you. It's awesome as fuck, dude. Hope we can do this a lot this summer." "Ah, so this is how young gay dudes roll, huh?" Per asked, matching the boy stroke for stroke, both cocks straining with raw desire. "This? Nah, this is just pre-gaming. But who doesn't love stroking to porn with buds, right?" "Well, dudes gotta jack, that's for sure. And I gotta admit, this gay porn is pretty fucking hot. Maybe next time, though, we can jack to some straight porn?" "If it's pussy you want, I got some bi shit you might dig. You can jack to the girl, and I can jack to the dudes!" Per gave a light grunt of a laugh, his body a mass of trembling arousal. He'd never so much as touched another man's dick before, let alone such a gorgeous cock as the one on the smooth, beautiful young boy next to him. And Jesus Fuck did it ever look delicious: his mouth was begging him to bend down and inhale every luscious inch. He tried making small-talk to take his mind off the overwhelmingly intense sexual charge, but all he could speak was gay lust. "That's a fine piece of uncut meat you got, son. A real man-cock. I can see why you get as much boy-on-boy action as you say. Looks tasty enough even to tempt a straight dude like me." "Fuck, I wish, dawg!" Danny blushed, then lightly, proudly stroked his long, thick shaft up and down, teasingly -- adding, "Sure would be hot, my fine-ass muscle-hunk straight-stud of an uncle taking a dip on this big-ass teen prick of mine. And speakin' of big dicks, that is one choice piece of meat you're packing, Per. It's fucking HUGE! Aunt Irene sure doesn't have much to complain about in the sex department, I bet." "Yeah, well, we can talk about that a little later." Danny looked puzzled, but decided to let the subject drop. Just what the fuck did Per mean by that, he wondered. Per realized he had to get up and leave now or he'd be fucking Danny in about a minute. "Well, it's gettin' just a little too steamy in here for me, son. I'm gonna finish unpacking then go for my first dip of the summer." Danny hated to break this up; he'd been nervously trying to work up the nerve to reach over and give Per a hand. But he didn't want to possibly weird out his uncle so soon. It was amazing enough they were getting this intimate together. Then he remembered the porn stash he'd given Per to look at later. "Speaking of Aunt Irene, I brought a few hot porn mags and comics into your bedroom -- figured you might need a little relief bein' out here away from your lady every night! I put 'em on your bed. C'mon, lemme show you while you unpack!" Danny remembered why he had earlier brought that stack of gay porn into Per's room: it was his crazy, young, horned-up attempt to get Per soaking, stewing in gay desire, the kooky, porn-fed fantasy that he could turn his uncle at least bi, so their vacation together this summer would become a cum-drenched idyll of male-on-male lust. But actually, Danny thought, as he strode quickly into Per's room, things were going pretty damn fine in that direction so far. When they both returned to Per's bedroom, Danny flashed the stack to his uncle, the cover on top showing an incredibly ripped, sexy dude with a huge hard cock jutting straight up, then set the pile down on the nightstand. "There's some lube in the bathroom," he added, thinking an older dude might like lubrication when he jacked. "I'll run and get it!" "Course it's all gay porn," he yelled back as he headed to the bathroom. "That's all I got, obviously. But they're pretty fuckin' hot if you're as into muscle as you look. And you sure as fuck seemed to like that vid I had playin' in my room! Plus you said earlier, down at the cottage, that you got kinda turned on hearin' about gay sex n' shit. So I thought you might find these stimulating enough to nut to. Not just the pix, but there's way hot stories n' letters n' comics n' shit. Shit gets me hard as fuck, so you might wanna give 'em a try if you need some relief some night." Per thrilled at the thought of jerking to a young gay's hot porn later, but he maintained his cool demeanor. Danny returned to the room and added the tube of lube to the stack of all-male stroke mags on Per's nightstand. "More gay porn, huh?" Per said, unable to take his eyes off of Danny's gorgeous nudity. "You sure are a horny young motherfucker. Well, I'll check 'em out if you recommend 'em, young 'un. The test of porn for me is: if it's hot, it's hot. Period. That shit you were showin' in your room was just hot as fuck, period -- cut, big-dicked, good-lookin' young muscle-hunks into fucking and sucking. Any dude into serious sex would find that shit hot, no doubt." Per grew quiet as his eyes played over the nude boy before him, struck dumb by his incredible beauty. Danny was equally quiet, equally mesmerized by male perfection. The silent, smoldering stares at each other's beautifully bare muscle grew awkward again; this time Per broke the tension. "All right," he said, voice raw and shaky, "time to finish stowin' my gear. Feel free to hang out here and keep me company." Danny could only laugh to himself -- as if you could drag him away! He continued to feast on his naked, gorgeous uncle, whose back was turned to him now; but Per's naked ass was just one more dick-stiffening part of him: sexy, hard-carved glutes, lightly coated with a light fur, making them irresistible. Then Per turned, hands full of clothes, and Danny remained powerless to do anything but stare. Per's cock was utterly magnificent: long, of course; but so thick and hefty and meaty. Aw fuck, Danny marveled, for about the hundredth time today, was he ever gorgeous, and what a huge freakin' delicious-looking monster of a cock he has, hangin' all low and luscious like that. Add in that sweet bush of golden pubes at the top -- it was pure Norse God Beefcake. "Fuck, Per! You are so fuckin' hot!" Danny was stroking slowly, unashamedly at the muscle-porn vision that was his hot stud of an uncle. "Ripped fucking body and luscious fucking dick! Shit, dawg, if you was gay, between my buds and I, you'd get all the sweet boy-ass you could handle up here this summer!" Per just smirked and began to empty a remaining suitcase, putting things away in drawers, taking his sweet time, an excuse for posing casually nude for Danny. Danny began to help, asking his uncle where to put stuff, verbally admiring his uncle's awesome taste in sexy gear, and taking every chance he got to ogle his still-nude, muscular dream of an uncle. His own cock was hard and firm and jutting; he was proud of his erection and prouder still that Per took regular notice of it, making little snide remarks about how fucking turned on his nephew must be at his nude hunk of an uncle, doing mock muscle-poses for the ogling boy, and once even turning and spreading his rock-hard ass cheeks and snaking his middle finger up from behind to tickle his pucker, causing both of them to crack up and Danny's cock to jut and sproing in jerky, mind-numbing ecstasy at his stud-uncle's mock-porn pose. Even ironic, his uncle was erotic as fuck. Each of them was beginning to realize that being in the same space alone with the other was like standing in a furnace; the pure male passion they felt for each other, so strong and primal, turned any space into a chamber of pure heat. As he stowed his clothes, Per fantasized about taking hold of Danny's cock and stroking it against his own (to Per, always one of the hottest forms of masculine sexual intimacy in the porn he watched). Danny's dick was absolutely beautiful -- sleek, not quite as long as Per's, of course, or as thick, but gorgeous. Smooth, unlike Per's own veiny girth. He could just imagine how incredible it would feel in his hand, rolling and stroking it next to his own excited shaft, the two dicks rapidly becoming gorged and hard together, then beginning to ooze and flow with cock-honey. He'd rub and stroke and fondle and jack until their sacs drew up tight and their throbbing piss-slits spurted thick, creamy pleasure. Fuck, would it be hot! But he couldn't, of course. Danny was his nephew, after all, and . . . . And what? Fuck, he's so damn beautiful! So damn sexy! Per had to force himself to stop staring. But he stayed lost in his lust haze, fantasizing about jacking their two hard, wet shafts together, and tweaking the boy's hard little nips and playing up and down on that sexy washboard. He looked up at the boy's face for another daring glance at that youthful beauty and smirked to see Danny's eyes riveted on his own, with a glare full of leering lust. At one point, figuring he'd better bring an end to this fevered cruising before it went too far, Per dug around in the dresser drawer holding his sexiest gear, until he found one of the hot, very brief, trunk-style swimsuits he'd bought for the trip, to show off as much of his chiseled body and big, thick package as is decently possible (which is a lot, given the sun-drenched body-paradise that was the cottage). "Time for a dip, junior," he said, as he wriggled his muscle butt and long thick dick into the tight nothing of the skimpy, black, lo-cut trunks, which looked incredible on him, covering maybe half his ass and just barely all his cock and nutsac. He smirked again to see his nephew's eyes riveted on his body. Danny was transfixed by the sight of his uncle in those sexy trunks. He looked like the hottest underwear model ever -- all hard-carved perfection in abs, pecs, and biceps, plus the obscenely noticeable bulge of that very sizable, perfectly traceable meat trying its best to burst out of the skimpy fabric. "Damn, that's a hot looking swim suit, Per, but I was gonna suggest, actually, since Mom and Aunt Irene'll be gone for a while," the boy turned his head away, shyly but excitedly, "maybe you'd like to skinny-dip? It's awesome! I do it all the time when Mom's gone, cause she kinda disapproves of me bein' bare-assed in the water and on the dock and shit, but it feels so fuckin' fine, Per! Plus, you get this cool all-over tan!" He flourished his hand down the length of his body, showing off his beautiful bronzed bareness. "Yeah, you sure look fuckin' hot, son, all tanned, young muscle like that," Per purred, running his hands lightly over Danny's smooth, browned ass. Then he pulled away -- remember, you're just flirting, Per, he told himself; this ain't goin' anywhere; just two horned-up studs in a slow simmering tease. But he absolutely loved that this hot dude had started calling him 'Per,' had felt that familiar, like they were buds, equals, just two hot boys together, grooving on the flesh-feast that was summer up here at the cottage. "'Skinny-dipping'? Fuck, I ain't done that since college," he lied -- he did it all the time up here when Irene was in town or visiting her relatives. He was thrilled at the thought of doing it with his lean, hot, beautifully muscled nephew. Shit, was this vacation ever turning out golden! It's the best sort of man-time Per ever could have hoped for, intimate time, alone with another hot dude, one who shared the same deep desires and needs. Man-time made infinitely better, infinitely more intense and satisfying, with this gorgeous young teen. The best kind of man-time: man/boy time. "Sure, why the hell no?" the older stud laughed in excitement, reveling in the chance to strip off his trunks and get back into naked muscle. "Let's do it au naturel. Swingin' dicks and bobbin' sacs! Sounds hot as hell. 'Specially with two such fine-ass studs as you n' me, right Danny?" He stood and posed and stroked his thick, half-hard shaft as if it wasn't just the most erotic sight in the world but the most innocent one as well. "Fuck yeah, Uncle," Danny said, voice quavering a little at the constant, unreal rush of sexiness that seemed always in the air when he and Per were together. "Oh wait, before we head out," Per asked, "you got any sunscreen up here? You might not need it, with that sexy-ass tan of yours all over, but I ain't used to the sun up here yet this summer." "Sure, Unc. There's tons in the bathroom. I'll slather you up!" Danny raced in for a bottle of lotion, came back, and squirted a handful all over, then proceeded to muscle-worship his hard-carved uncle's bulk. "Dang, dawg! You are just fucking ripped!" he cooed, excited at how he'd maneuvered the situation to get his hands all over Per's nude splendor. "Mmmmm," moaned Per, loving the feel of the boy's excited young fingers playing over his hard muscles, "you are loving this, aintcha? Chance to feel up your stud hunk of an uncle." "Damn straight! And don't tell me you ain't loving a young gay hottie making love to your pecs and abs and delts like this. I'm given' these bad boys o' yours the kinda worship they deserve." After slathering up his upper and lower body, Danny decided to get really wicked. He squeezed a huge-sized glop into his hand, rubbed his fingers all over, then began to work one set of fingers between his uncle's rock-hard glutes, the other playing over his uncle's semi-stiff cock. "Fuck, boy! This ain't right, and you know it." "Hell, Per, I already seen how much you like ass-play earlier, and I know my hand sliding up and down your cock has to feel fine as fuck." Per was breathing deep and skittery in ecstasy at the boy's knowing, sensual touch, thrilled with the wonderful badness of what the two of them were doing. "That ain't the point, son. Course it FEELS right. I'm a man, ain't I? But I'm your uncle, for fuck's sake. Plus I'm straight, son." "Yeah, well, I been out for a couple of years now, long enough to know how many 'straight' dudes down deep inside want a cock up their ass so bad they can taste it." Danny was getting him so wonderfully hard, Per strained to will himself to stop from shooting, as well as to hold back from rubbing his ass sensuously over those very skilled fingers dancing up and down his crack and teasing his pucker. "Shit, son," he tried to bluff, "if I ever DID want somethin' up my ass, it'd be a real man-cock, like that big-ass monster you're fistin'. Not that scrawny little piece of boy-meat you got barely danglin' down there. Shit, I could finger-fuck myself and get deeper than you could get with that shrimpy little toy prick o' yours." "Hah! Dream on, you liar! I've fucked my fair share of coaches in junior hockey, real big-dicked studs like you, and none of 'em ever complained about my eight inches of steel-hard boy-meat when I reamed their tight mucle-asses, I can tell you that." Per was torn -- he wanted to stay like this until he nutted, then kiss and fondle Danny, take his cock in his mouth, and spend the rest of the afternoon fucking and sucking up here until the women got back. Fuck, was this boy ever a hot young stud. Per was beginning to see there was nothing hotter when it came to sex than a smooth, lean, cut young seventeen year-old: they turned out to be this lethal cocktail of pure, bubbling adrenalin and hundred-proof testosterone. "Whatever, young 'un. The closest you're gonna get to bein' in the sack with me is when I pick up some hot, sexy-ass young girl in town later this week, and bring here back here. Be nice to me and maybe I'll let you join us for a three-way. You can rim my ass while this big-ass dick o' mine is tearin' that pussy up. Now come on, play-time's over, junior. I wanna hit the lake!" A few more seconds, Per knew, and he would have been pumping load after load all over Danny's hand and face. Shit, he thought to himself, this is all happening way too fast. The last thing he wanted was for Marta or Irene to stumble upon the two of them rutting like the sex-crazed cock-hounds they were, and each second with Danny now felt like they were about a minute away from that possibility. He prayed the lake would cool them both off. He could really resent his wife for abandoning him sexually as she had, leaving him rootless and prey to whatever allure came his way: in his case, it meant his same-sex desires growing thick and lush these past few years, fed to fevered ripeness by the dazzling rush, onscreen and in his gym, of cut young muscle and smooth young cock. His cultivated obsession, now allowed free flourish up here with Danny, in such fertile soil, was straining, threatening to burst into bloom. But, fuck, he said to himself, watching the boy's pert, oh-so-fuckable ass as it bounced down the boathouse stairs in front of him, feeling the man-sap rise and churn and rush in his groin, he'd never felt more sexually alive in his life. Comments welcome badprose@hotmail.com ... COPYRIGHT 2011 Rio Mack