Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2012 11:07:38 -0800 From: Rio Mack Subject: Six Percent 4 (gay adult/youth) The Six Percent Summer By Rio Mack DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex. 4. First Workout & First Shower When they reached the French doors to his room, Per casually put his hand on his nephew's smooth, attractive ass to usher the boy in, almost immediately letting his fingers play slowly and sensually up and down Danny's crack. His own cock began to perk and ping in thick pleasure. God, he loved being naked with this beautiful boy. He found it impossible to keep his hands off him. Danny was right -- they needed to be naked up here together as often as possible: it let any moment become instantly intimate. Once inside, he kept his hand roving up and down the boy's crack -- with the other hand, he grabbed the boy softly by the neck and pulled his face close, kissing him hard, with a man's strong, explosive desire. Passion was radiating through every cell of Per's chiseled body; he'd never been this aroused before, never felt his cock throb with such deep lust before. While each devoured the other's mouth, Per cupped Danny's ass more instantly, mashing it against his crotch, so their dick-hard cocks and cum-churning ball-sacs rubbed and rode each other. After a sensuous few minutes of fevered mouth- and genital-play, Per pulled back so they could catch their breath. "Fuck, son, I love being with you, like this. Like we are. Like we been ever since I got here." "Hell yeah, Per! So fuckin' awesome havin' you up here. Sexy as fuckin' shit!" They kissed and stroked a couple minutes more, edging each other to a full, insistent hardness. This time Danny broke the clinch. "C'mon, let's get our trainin' on, dawg, cause I wanna watch you put that sexy freakin' muscle-god body of yours through its paces. We got loads o' time for sex-play later! Let's get this shit pumped first!" His cock tingling in excitement at the promise of post-workout sex, Per kissed the boy quickly and walked over to his dresser, to stash his pot and grab a jock for their workout. Once there, he flipped open his laptop and put on some background groove-music. The boy instantly appreciated it: some 70s jazz-fusion, it sounded like -- the perfect beat, he thought, as his hips caught the groove, for a dude to work his body to, the kind of sound that went right to your dick. "Hope you don't mind, junior, but I gotta have music on when I'm stretchin'." "So do I, dude, and this shit is fuckin' PERFECT!! It's like I can FEEL my body gettin' pumped already! And hey, is it cool if we do our warmin' up in my room? Cause you know I likes me some hot college-muscle porn on the flatscreen while I'm workin' my body. Shit gets me pumped as fuck to work muscle. Bring your laptop; I'll mute the soundtrack and blast your tunes through the speakers. It'll be tight." Per quickly grabbed one of his favorite jocks, a thick-waisted grey Bike, along with a grey wife-beater, to work out in. Per getting his jock reminded Danny of something. "Hey," he asked, "mind if I try that hot Champion swimmer's jock of yours you wore earlier? Shit was tight as fuck! I'd love to see my body in that sexy thang while I pump!" "You got it," Per said, amped at the thought of seeing Danny's lean young muscle-body in one of his own jocks. Per thought of the lazy afternoons they'd share this summer, here in the boathouse, naked like this, sharing such erotic intimacies, trying on each other's sexy underwear, showering together, massaging each other, stretching and working out, looking at Danny's porn. Every moment he spent with Danny was turning into foreplay. How long before their life together up here became just an endless round of stroking and sucking and kissing and fucking and body-worship and cumming? Probably about as soon as the ladies left. Probably sooner. Per's cock gave a jolt just thinking about it. Man-time like he'd never dreamed. And then he realized: this is what attractive men, attracted to each other, do together, alone. This amazing dream they're sharing is life. He picked the jock Danny wanted out of the pile of jocks on his dresser, then grabbed up his laptop and quickly followed after the boy. These two pranced after each other like the randy horn-dogs they were, each never letting the other get too far out of range of his body, never too far away from his dick. Once in his room, Danny immediately clicked on an outrageously hot porn clip -- five smoking hot muscle studs, nude, romping on a king-size bed. Per was only too familiar with it: it was one of his most-played 'jockfest' videos from the College Jox site series of occasional orgy videos they do, five or six of their hottest models at the time getting into serious boy-sex with each other. It was one of Per's classic go-to clips when he needed to nut in a hurry, featuring Schuyler and LJ, two of his favorite models. Per smiled secretly inside, seeing it was one of Danny's obvious favorites, too, wondering what the boy would think if he knew his uncle was only too familiar with it, along with most of the College Jox videos from the past three years. His young muscle-jock nephew reached for Per's laptop and connected an audio plug to it; Per's music suddenly became the loud, body-rocking soundtrack for the hot porn models' sucking and stroking. The combination of hot gay porn and cool body-rock music made for what Per could only imagine as the hottest workout space possible for fit, horny dudes into serious muscle and cock. Fuck, Per thought, Danny is like laser-beamed in on my exact wave-length. As Per wriggled into his jockstrap, Danny brought out his own pot and pipe. The boy wanted Per high and horny, so that pumping his muscles went right to his dick, making him totally ripe for as much serious cum-play as possible. As the boy crumbled herb, Per adjusted his jock in front of the full-length mirrored wall in Danny's room, admiring how it set off his ripped, sculpted physique and thick, bulging cock. The oldschool Bike cut, Per thought, gave him the look of a classic muscle-stud. The pouch, thin and worn, seemed shrunk-wrap on his huge, meaty package, beautifully articulating his full, mouth-watering shaft and head. He rolled the waistband once so it looked even sexier, a skimpier scrap of cloth, instant runner's jock, making more brazen his deeply etched Apollo's Belt. Then he adjusted his thick tool under the pouch so it would have maximum drool factor for Danny. As he studied himself, he loved the combination of muscle and fur -- the light dusting of curly gold hair on his abs and ass and legs, as well as the blonde stubble on his face and the buzz on his head. He bet Danny loved the look as much as he did -- classic military muscle-god. Maybe one day this summer -- maybe soon -- he'd shave his chest and back, up to his trail, and leave the golden pelt on his legs and ass -- giving him the satyr look, a perfect indication for how lustful he felt about this strong, gorgeous faun of a boy. He slipped on the matching grey wife-beater -- like most of Per's athletic-cut T's, this one had been washed and shrunk so many times it looked spray-painted on, and was small enough to leave a couple inches of that fur-dusted washboard teasingly exposed. The outfit seemed perfect for his first workout with the hot boy -- oldschool sexy, ready to seriously train, then seriously fuck. Workouts this summer were going to be incredible: they'd each wear their sexiest undergear, to tease and flirt in jock homo-exhibitionst abandon, getting their cum roiling, ready to burst. Then, they'd get seriously, sexily pumped, and after the workout, they'd shoot all that pent-up seed. Per could only imagine the wild bout of boy-sex in store for them, later on this afternoon, their bodies pumped and sweaty, in a hyper-testosterone homo-stasis. Per spent a few more seconds posing and flexing, admiring the hot look in the mirror: his big, beautifully worked upper body, barely covered by the stretched-thin sleeveless T, and then a couple exposed inches of furred, chiseled muscle, and then that enormous pouchful of long, thick man-meat, all full, plump, and very visible under the thin, stretched mesh -- semi-hard now from al the sexy thoughts he'd been having. He turned, so he could see, in back, his furry, rock-hard muscle-ass, looking hot as fuck under the jock's stretched-taut grey straps, and Danny could see, in front, his half-hard cock bulging out of his jock-pouch. He looked up to see Danny's gaze riveted to his dick. As the older stud posed, the nude boy sidled up to him, his thick cock pressed against Per's hip, and gave out a low, appreciative 'Fuck!' He fondled his muscle-uncle's huge basket with his light, sexy touch. The two exchanged another heated kiss. Then Danny fired up his bowl and took a deep hit. "Care for a toke?" Danny asked, lungs full of smoke, as he handed Per the pipe. "Fuck, yeah, junior. You seem to know all my weaknesses." "Dick and dope, dude. My only two vices. But fuck am I ever addicted as shit to both!" "I 'specially like getting buzzed before working out," the boy added, after letting out the smoke, "pot really lets you feel the pump." "Got that right," Per drew in a long, sharp puff. They each did a few more hits, then Danny put on that sexy thin-waisted swimmer's jock of Per's, luxuriating dreamily in the almost transgressive feel of the older stud's most intimate clothing on his hot, horny body; He felt like he was claiming Per, sexually. He hoped the older stud felt the same. Per, meanwhile, was leering at that micro-pouch barely containing the boy's sizable, succulent cock. He gave a low, fervently appreciative whistle, then strode forward and caressed Danny from the back, fondling the boy's mesh-covered bulge while he pressed his own straining pouch deep into the crevice of the boy's ass. The two horned-up muscle-boys let the lust build, savoring the pleasure coursing through their cocks. They kissed passionately, both with the same thought -- fuck the workout, time for more amazing sex -- but as if by one thought, at the exact same moment, each regrettably pulled apart so they could begin this much anticipated first workout. These two prime muscle-jocks were as hot to work out with each other as they were to have sex again later. As they warmed up their bodies, each horned-up stud's gaze ping-ponged deliriously from the sexy hardbody next to him, flexing and pumping beautifully defined muscle, to his own reflection in the mirror, equally hot, and then to the sexy college jocks sucking and fucking and stroking onscreen. It was, to Per, a workout in paradise; his boy-drunk cock was as plump and tingly as his muscle. For Danny, who worked out often like this with his buds, it was more familiar -- but the opportunity to indulge in this kind of fun with his devastatingly sexy uncle, his current hardcore crush of all time, made the experience singular indeed. After about ten minutes of stretching, loving the opportunity to get their bodies pumped in front of each other's lustful gaze, they were ready for their run. Per hooted to see Danny, for his running shorts, simply pull on a pair of black Hanes lo-cut, trunk-style boxer-briefs over his micro-jock. Damn, he thought to himself, his man-cock throbbing in approval, that boy just doesn't quit. What a sexy fuckin' style sense. "Fuck, that's a hot fuckin' outfit to run in, son. Makes your ass look so fuckin' hot!" "Show me how hot in the shower later, stud." They stopped in Per's room on their way out so Per could put on some shorts. The older hunk thought he'd try to match Danny in boldness, so he grabbed one of his black wrestling briefs, which looked maybe a tad larger than a Speedo on him. He only used them back home for sexy posing in front of his bedroom mirror. They set off his musculature perfectly. Danny smiled and gave out with a "Damn!" Then the two set off for a five-mile run. Right from the start of their run, Danny and Per kept turning eyes at each other, loving to watch the other's barely-covered body pump and flex in the run, and grow beautifully sheened from sweat. Danny especially loved seeing his uncle's blonde fur get moist, then mat on his muscles, making them even more luscious. As they ran over the wooded roads and trails that circled the chain of lakes at this vacation paradise, they made small talk until Danny decided to get serious. "Say, Per, I been wonderin' something -- I said somethin' earlier about Auntie Irene having no complaints being married to a stud like you, and you gave sort of a fishy answer. Can I ask what's up with that?" And so, as they continued their run, Per told Danny his story, limning in broad strokes the slow, painful breakdown of their marriage, some of the landmarks in the mutual loathing that evolved between them over the past several years, leading inevitably to tomorrow's divorce. In his narrative, he tried to highlight a subtext he felt the boy, especially, as another highly sexed male, might appreciate in his uncle's drama: the unbearable, undeserved frustration of living for years in a sexless marriage. Danny was shocked and angered at the account. He offered whatever verbal sympathy he could, even stopping their run to bro-hug Per in saddened support a few times, while inside his gay lust for his dream-stud uncle now raged righteously. No wonder Per is ready to nut at a moment's notice; no wonder a straight, stud sex-machine like him is willing to fool around with a boy, his nephew -- he's been in a sexual desert for almost 3 years. To Danny, two days without sex is torture; Per must be on life-support sexually. A kind of soft, holy light, a hymnal aura of goodness and health and healing, throbbed now around his lusty designs on Per: all the hard-core sex-play he's planned for Per this summer would be so much more than just kicky, cum-rich pleasure between two lusty young men, it would be therapy, ministration. He had to make the lake cottage a sexual healing spa for Per now. Oh fuck, would this ever be hot! As Danny ran, his thoughts gradually turned from dick-stiffening fantasies of future nude frolics to appreciating the reality of his uncle's past misery. He even began to hate his aunt (though Per had stridently told him not to, stressed to the boy that it was nobody's fault). It was criminal that a sexual athlete like Per had been so horribly treated; it was like keeping a fast, lusty thoroughbred chained cruelly in a rusty scrapyard. Danny's cock began to throb again with a kind of zealous rapaciousness: he was now a boy with a truly sacred mission -- to try and make up, in spectacular fashion, and as soon and as regularly as possible, for even a fraction of the rich sexual pleasures out of which a horned-up stud like Per had been cheated. The boy was way ready now to move from simply the sensuously physical (but really, almost chaste) flirtation they'd enjoyed so far -- mere frisky foreplay, it seemed now -- into some serious fucking man-sex. When they returned to the boathouse, they each grabbed towels from the bathroom, then Danny led them out through the French doors of his room, onto the cedar-plank porch that ran along the second-floor on the three lake-facing sides of the boathouse, and around to the back, where he kept his weights and a bench set up. They started with some post-run stretching, which turned into serious flexing, and then calisthenics (Per's idea: it was his home workout -- a lot of flexing before lifting, so muscles would be really warm and hyper-receptive to the weights). They did flexes of all the major muscle groups, really good pumps, which not only readied their muscles for the upcoming lifting but let them flaunt all the sexy veins and striations in their now-pumped bodies. For Danny, his pump felt especially fine, ogling Per's ripped, sweaty physique and day-dreaming of the hot, creamy, full-tilt boy-on-boy sex they were going to get into as soon as the workout was over. About ten minutes after they'd started working up a good sweat, Per stripped off his wrestling briefs, along with his sweat-plastered undershirt, which elicited a soft 'Damn!' from the worshipful boy, seeing his stud of an uncle revealed in sweaty, muscular glory; the only thing covering that god-like body being a sweat-drenched jock-pouch, looking virtually transparent now, like a thin piece of grey gauze fused onto that drool-inducing stud-cock, pumped even thicker and fuller and longer now with testosterone. With that tightly rolled waistband of Per's jock, Danny thought his uncle looked like some bestial jungle warrior. But the boy lost not a beat in keeping up the pace of their flirty muscle-cruising. "Yeah, you're right, dawg. We definitely got way too much on for lifting!" And with that he pulled down his boxer-briefs (with his back to Per, so his uncle could have a sweet view of his naked, jock-clad ass). He smiled to himself as he heard Per's wolf-whistle. Then Danny posed and flexed for a bit in just that skimpy, now sweat-drenched, jock of his, knowing how freaking sexy he looked. "Hot, junior. VERY hot. But, c'mon, let's get back to keepin' it lookin' hot. You got time enough later to pose and preen and cock-tease me all you want!" Danny loved his uncle's sexy gay teasing; even though Per was straight, his frank, knowing humor made Danny feel sexy as fuck and egged him on to flirt more. All they did while they put their bodies through a grueling set of weightless pumps was ogle each other's sculpted, jock-clad bodies. They each had the body type that pushed the other's button: Per, from years soaking up the hotties at his gym on campus, was totally into the smooth, lean college boy physique; and for Danny, Per was his porn-ideal made flesh -- a young, gorgeously handsome bear-stud of a man, all ripped, shredded beef, heightened with the sexiest of fur accents. Muscles warm and ready, the two young satyrs began to pump iron, almost nude, there in the midst of woodland paradise. Per went through a modified version of his routine, adapting it to the weights available there at the cottage, with Danny keeping pace (surprisingly well, Per thought). It quickly proved an exceptional first workout. Per readily took the boy under his wing, giving him the benefit of years of serious weight training experience. Danny proved an apt pupil, eagerly soaking up every tip the older stud gave him: better form and proper grip; ways to tweak a routine so it hit complementary muscles one after another; how to maximize a pump, ensuring the best possible crunch; new exercises to target the hardest-to-reach muscles, which could really add that ultimate, elusive level of definition. As they got into the reps of serious lifting, they ogled each other's bodies shamelessly. All their sexy muscle-cruising made them sexually impatient. They couldn't resist touching and stroking each other -- Per, ostensibly to show Danny the object of certain pumps; Danny, in a kind of repetitive reflex response, to appreciate Per's incredibly cut mass. Soon, high on the mutual muscle-worship -- the longing gazes and sensuous touches to idolize each other's raw strength and superb definition -- their frank, lustful admiration for each other's bodies turned vocal. "Aw fuck, Per, look at yr freakin' abs! They're like thick, cabled ropes, man! Each muscle is so fuckin' definied. Sexy as shit, dude! If you was gay, I'd definitely be rubbin' my hard, dripping cock all over that washboard o' yours, before we fucked in the shower later!!" Or, "Fuck does that sweet muscle-ass o' yours look fine, Danny! Fuck, if I weren't straight, I'd tap that shit in a heartbeat! I'm gonna be jackin' like crazy to that sweet ass o' yours when we shower later!" Or, "Damn, Per, you look ripped as shit normally, but with all the hard pumps you're doing, you are fucking shredded as hell right now, man! It's so fuckin' sick! Fuck, are you ever hot! Damn, I wanna lick those sexy fuckin' veins lacin' up and down your arms!" Or, "Fuck, dude, you got that smooth, college hottie washboard! Love to see those sexy-ass abs o' yours flex when you lift, dawg. Hot as fuck!" Then, their workout was finished. Per let the barbell drop on his last rep of a set and said to Danny, hot and breathless, "All right, son. That's that. Let's go into my room, in front of the mirror, and I'll take you through the stretching routine I do to cool down." Once in his room, Per casually stripped off his sweaty jock and proceeded to show Danny the stretches he did to transition out of his workout. Danny stripped his own drenched jock off, amped as hell to do flexing and posing in front of a mirror, naked, with his muscle-god heart-throb of an uncle. As they went through pose after pose, Danny kept his eyes riveted in the mirror on Per's body rather than his own. He loved, especially, glancing long and lingering on Per's mind-bogglingly attractive cock. Going through their routine, Danny fixated on it, day-dreaming of the more hard-core sex they would so share. He saw the huge length and girth of Per's manhood as a beautiful, luscious, thick-stalked flesh-flower, blooming proudly against the lush, muscular, hypnotically undulating terrain of Per's body. All the testosterone from their workout, combined with the heady pleasure of a nude stretching routine, had his mind lust-drunk. "All right, dawg, let's hit the shower. That was a fuckin' great first work-out. You and I are gonna get ripped as shit this summer!" Per was anxious to get wet and naked with the boy. But Danny suddenly said, "Hey, before we get to soapin' and latherin', I'm gonna do another bowl or two. You wanna join me? It's gonna feel so hot soapin' up my hard-pumped body when I'm buzzed." "Bring it on, young'un. Always up for a good buzz." While they smoked the second bowl, Danny exhaled and said, "Mmmmm, I love pot. Such a fuckin' body drug. All muscle-pumps feel better when you're high -- liftin', stretchin', fuckin'. 'Specially fuckin'!" Per grinned and let out a huge lungful, passing the still-half-filled pipe back to the boy, who drew in a huge hit, then let it out. "Seriously," Danny said, handing the bowl back to Per and sparking it, "pot is such a gay drug, when you come right down to it. It's all about body and muscle and dick and getting horned up and sex and shit. I haven't met one jock -- gay or straight, any age -- who wasn't down for some serious fucking and sucking and stroking and cumming after we got high together." Per exhaled, his randy cock stirring hopefully from all the pot and muscle and Danny. Danny stowed his works, and they headed back to the shower. They both stepped into the walk-in shower area and Per turned on the overhead spray. Both young men were keen to hit the shower, totally amped at the wet, naked frolic ahead of them. Though still both nervous, each couldn't wait to get wet and soapy together to see where things went. As Per adjusted the water temperature, he turned to the boy, letting the youth feast upon his pumped, naked majesty. Danny's dick began to thicken, seeing Per's incredible body under the spray, his muscles made even sexier with a wet sheen. And then a low groan escaped him as he watched his porn-star uncle begin to soap up that rock-carved, muscle-god body. Danny lathered his own sexy hardbody and shamelessly began to stroke his stiff, jutting cock as he watched Per wash his crack and lather his huge hard-on, luxuriating in the soapy fingering, pleasuring himself as all sexy males do in the shower. They began, then, the foreplay for this first post-workout shower together by teasing each other with their own soapy, sensual body-worship, their eyes riveted on each other's sexy show. They groaned and grunted in primal male pleasure as they let their fingers work their cracks, their sacs, and then sudsily stroke their long, thick, screamingly hard pricks. Now they were both just shamelessly jacking, waiting for one of them to make the first move. The older stud, especially -- delighting in his deliverance from the sex-starved desert he'd been languishing in with his soon-to-be-ex -- was really getting into his masturbatory show, slathering slowly up and down his huge meaty shaft, digging a finger under his foreskin, then around in his cock-slit, while he let those big, luscious, egg-sized balls play through his soapy fingers. He was proud to show off his huge man-cock to the boy, and anxious to let him see how sensuously into cock-play he was. Then he let a finger trail under his sac, teasing his taint a little, then going further back to pleasure his man-hole. He wanted Danny to know he was into every facet of a man's intimate pleasures. All the while his own eyes were lust-glazed from the similar show Danny was putting on. "Mmmmm," Per grunted, "what dude does not like rubbing one out in the shower?" "But you shouldn't have to do this on your own, dude. Let me help. Shit, you know I can't keep my hands off this stud cock of yours." Danny proceeded to slather sensuously up and down Per's huge hard shaft and his big, beefy sac, reaching under every now and then to tickle his taint and finger his hole lightly. Per's moans told Danny the older stud loved it. After delighting in the boy's sensual dick-play, Per grabbed the soap. "Here, son, let me return the favor. Let me soap up that sweet teen-jock prick of yours." Per soap-stroked the boy's stiff meat with one hand and slathered his crack with the other. As Danny cooed in horny young delight, Per kissed his face and head ravenously. His own dick was screamingly hard. Finally, Per could stand it no more. He realized he had to either stop, or begin readying Danny's hole for the hard, hungry butt-fucking he was dying to give him -- his initiation into actual gay sex, an indulgence every fiber in his body was begging him to make. But no, he thought, he's still just not ready. Again, it's happening way too fast. This boy is just too damn attractive; he's had no time to think things through, weigh the implications. Back off, Per. But a man's resolve to foreswear boy-sex meant laughably little when the boy was as hot as Danny, and as naked and willing as he was then, and the man's hunger was as deep and fierce as Per's. Per returned to getting his cock hard and sudsy, then leered to the wet young stud next to him, "C'mon, dude, turn around and let me watch you soap up that sweet, succulent ass of yours. Fuck, it's as sexy as a young girl's. Sexier, dude. Come on, put on a hot show for your horned-up uncle." Danny reached across to plant a quick kiss on the lustful hunk, then got his hands soapy by pushing Per's hands away and lathering his own fingers up from the rich creamy soap-load coating Per's groin. He fisted his delighted, stud-uncle a little before he turned, hands well lathered, to show off his smooth, ripe young ass. With his head thrown back and turned sideways, and his tongue leering out wantonly, he bent a little and, with soapy fingers, pulled apart his ass-cheeks, exposing his smooth crack and beautifully tight pucker. Per stroked his straining cock in serious man-lust. Danny reached a middle finger under his cock and began to paint his crack sensuously up and down, stopping every now and then to daub and poke and prod his rosebud, trying to make it a too-tempting target for Per's stiff man-cock. Soon both hands, covered in a rich, soapy lather lather, were pulling apart his cheeks and fingering his hole. Per felt like he could shoot off at any time. His gaze was mesmerized on the most alluring sex-scene he'd ever watched. Danny smiled to himself as he heard Per's deep guttural groans of lust. "Get over here, stud," the teasing boy called, "and rub that thick, hard stud-cock up and down in my smooth, hungry boy-crack. It'll feel fine as fuck for both of us, frottin' like that." "Don't tempt me, dawg," Per panted thickly. "You know I'm straight, son." "Big deal, dawg," Danny purred. "I'm not askin' you to fuck me. Not yet. I'm just tryin' to add a little spice to your strokin'." He reached over and grabbed Per's huge, stiff, hardness, stroking the slick shaft sensually, and guided it to his soapy crack, lazily drawing it up and down his sensuously wriggling ass. Per was powerless to stop the boy. "C'mon stud," Danny said as he replaced Per's sudsy grip with his own, "you try. Mmmmm, feels so fucking good!" Per began to play his hard, straining cock slowly, shyly, up and down, between the cheeks of hands-down hottest ass he'd ever seen. His body was almost shaking apart; he wanted nothing more than to throw the boy against the shower wall, plunge his raging hardness into that ass, fill it to the hilt, and fuck him harder than he'd fucked any woman in his life. But something -- nerves? confusion? -- still checked him. Soon his natural lust overcame his learned shyness, and his uncertainty dissolved. It was as if his body began thinking for itself, and he began sensuously playing his huge cock-head up and down that sexy crack with all the heated passion in him. He pulled the boy close to him and proceeded to, hands-free now, rub his shaft up and down that deliciously tight crack. His soapy hands played over Danny?s pecs and down his washboard. The boy groaned in lust, every so often clenching his ass-cheeks against the huge hard shaft he wished he could just guide into his hot, hungry hole. "Fuck, this is hot, boy," Per whispered in the boy's ear, feeling the cum churn and roil in his man-sac. "If this is gay sex, you dudes sure as fuck know what you're doin'!" "Aw fuck, Uncle! Fuck me! Jack me! Fuck me!" Danny reached around and pulled Per's ass insistently closer, pressing and clenching his own ass against that huge hard man-cock and letting his fingers wander back around into the tight crack of that muscle-ass. His fingers dug desperately for the older stud's virgin pucker. "FUCK!!" Per screamed, reaching a higher level of pleasure now that ass-play was added to the mix. He began pumping his hard shaft and squeezing his cheeks against Danny's daring fingers. This was hands-down the hottest sex of his life. Soon, Danny felt warm jet after jet of man-cream flood his hungry crack. The feeling, and the realization of what they'd done, overwhelmed him, and his own straining dick erupted. "Aw fuck!! YESSSS!!" he cried as he shot load after excited load, ass muscles tightly clasping the still-hard shaft wedged in his crack. "Fuck, Per, that was fuckin' awesome!" "OK, Junior," he called sharply, letting the water rinse his muscles and still-hard cock, and letting them wash off the thick creamy fantasy of boy-lust that had so quickly enveloped him, "if I stay in here any longer, watchin' that sexy-ass body o' yours, we'll spend the whole day in here fucking!" He hoped Danny thought he was just teasing; he didn't know how shaky his voice might have sounded, as overcome with sex-fever for the boy as he was. As they stepped out of the shower-space, Per felt empty, immediate withdrawl from the sexy body-play, so he grabbed a thick bath towel from the stack and casually said to the muscular young boy, cock still spearing up in a raging hard-on. "Here, Junior, I'll dry ya off." Per toweled the boy off as if he were caring for an exquisite art object, the beautifully detailed sculpture, maybe, of some young Greek warrior. He began drying him gently, reverently, but soon he began making shy, tender love to the boy, daring to luxuriate back and forth in Danny's smooth, sexy ass-crack, or fondle-drying that steel-hard boy-meat, standing thick and excited and begging for attention. The plush, terrycloth towel covering his firm, hungry, sensuous hands made his foreplay somehow permissible, as if the towel were a kind of chaperone, lending a veneer of propriety to what would otherwise be exposed as pure, carnal lust. He finally got a hold of his raging desire, slapped the boy's smooth, pert, beautifully fuckable ass, and said hoarsely, "All done, Junior!" "Your turn, stud," Danny grinned, his rock-hard prick bobbing with delight as he turned to get a towel. Danny made an even more blatant, passionate love to Per's erotic musculature. He started with the older man's beautifully worked chest, making sure to pinch and pull Per's eraser-hard nipples, then he draped the towel around Per's torso, so he could sensuously play over Per's washboard in front, while massaging the fur-dusted globes of Per's muscle-ass in back. He made sure, as his hands ranged across Per's awesome build, to let his own still-hard cock brush and press against the older stud as much as possible. As his hand in front moved down to stroke up and down on those cut, brawny quads, his hand in back began to work the towel deeper and more insistently into Per's virgin ass. He loved hearing his uncle's soft, sensual moans and seeing Per's hard, raging fuck-stick twitch and spasm with excitement. He kept up the ass-play while he attacked that jutting horse-cock, letting his towel-covered hand jack the older stud slowly and sensually, feeling his own dick scream with hard, painful fury. Per was grunting in deep pleasure now, as Danny feverishly fondled his balls and shaft and crack with all the unchained desire in him. This was no longer the flimsy fiction of toweling Per off; it was a very sensual hand-job. "Look, son," Per said nervously, shyly, "things just got a little out of hand. It was the pot, I guess. I just ain't gay, dude. You took unfair advantage of me, so fuckin' sexy you were, fingerin' my ass like that and lettin' my hard cock play in that sweet crack o' yours. I'm not gonna lose control again, I promise." "Right," Danny scoffed, and then let the towel fall. He knew it was way past time he upped the stakes in their intimacy. He thought for sure Per would have been unable to resist their first fuck in the shower -- but, oh well, time to try another tack. So he knelt in front of this gorgeous muscle-god and grabbed Per's huge, hard thickness, letting it play back and forth across his face and mouth and tongue, especially letting his sexy little chinstache tease the head and shaft. Then he looked up at his uncle, who was helplessly overcome with lust, and slowly let his tongue play sensuously over the older stud's now-leaking cock-head. Per groaned with sheer desire. Danny let his tongue play luxuriously over that foreskin-covered head, making sure to circle under the skin every now and then and tongue-tease Per's perineum. "OH FUCK YESSSS!!!" Per cried, in deep, almost agonized pleasure. Then Danny really got to work. He began deep-throating his uncle's gay-virgin cock, while cupping his huge ballsac. Per's reflexes took over, and he slowly began face-fucking his sexy young nephew. "Fuck yeah, young 'un! Suck that stud cock! Fuck, son, do you ever know how to suck cock!" Danny gave Per the best blow job he could muster, attacking that gorgeous man-cock with abandon - licking, laving, kissing, stretching out the foreskin with his teeth, lapping up every drop of precum. making sure to give each of his huge bull-balls a sexy tongue-bath, all the while tickling Per's virgin pucker. Per could only cry out in desperate wonderment -- he'd never had such intense sex before in his life at the awesome pleasures Danny was able to so effortlessly provide him. "Yes, yes, yes! Oh, so fuckin' fine, Danny. You are so fuckin' hot!" Danny renwed his focus on that long, thick shaft, burying his nose in Per's blonde patch over and over as he took that glorious man-cock deep in his throat. Per had his hands on the back of his nephew's head. He felt utterly alive. He pumped and flexed his hips, having his way with the boy's mouth. This was sex he had to have all the time from now on. It was amazing. It was his deepest desire. He had no idea what sex was before Danny. Again and again he pumped, with an uncontrollable passion, into the boy's hungry mouth, crying and moaning and whooping. "Fucking love face-fucking you boy! Makes me feel so fucking hot! So fucking gay! Fuck, Danny -- boys are so fucking hot! You're fucking addicted to this big fuckin' dick! Such a hot fuckin' cocksucker, son! Gonna have to do this all the time! Fuckin' got me adicted to boy-sex, you hot hot young stud!" Danny just moaned and grunted in wet, slobbering delight, his mouth filled with such a hard, thick length of dream-cock. Finally Per grunted hard and pressed the boy's mouth firmly against his crotch, shooting load after load after load of the most intense orgasm of his life into Danny's ravenous mouth. When he was done, he just stood there, letting his trip-hammering heart-rate abate. Then he held Danny lightly under the chin, softly urging him to stand. When he did, he embraced the boy with a mix of tenderness, gratitude, passion, and lust -- a mix that Per fleetingly thought might be love. They kissed, and Per loved their tongues dancing amid a thick cloud of saliva and cum. Finally, exhausted and lust-drunk, per broke their kiss. He looked at this young man-child with a feeling new to him, a vibrant intensity, a need, a passion heretofore unknown. "Danny, I -- I -- ." "I know, dude. Me too, man." Comments welcome badprose@hotmail.com COPYRIGHT 2011 Rio Mack