Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2012 13:34:14 -0800
From: Rio Mack <badprose@hotmail.com>
Subject: Six Percent 7 (gay adult/youth)

The Six Percent Summer
By Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.

7. Sangria

When they reached the dock, the two naked swimmers hoisted themselves up.
Per put his sunglasses on and reached for his beach towel.  As he toweled
off, he took advantage at the cover his mirrored lenses provided,
camouflaging the object of his vision from the women's view, allowing his
gaze to luxuriate on Danny's dripping, beautifully muscled torso and thick,
dangling dick as the boy dried himself.

Boys, beautifully built boys like Danny, were so damn gorgeous, Per moaned
inside.  He could look at lean cut muscle and luscious young cock all day
long.

The older stud tossed his towel aside, so he could flaunt his own nude
perfection to the boy.

But Per's ripped torso and thick dangling cock had another excited viewer
besides Danny.

"Per, Darling.  Would you be a love and help me carry down the snacks and
sangria?"

"Sure, Marta."

And with that the two sauntered up to the cottage, Marta as naked as Per,
hoping, as she'd been, to maximize her afternoon of sunbathing.

Per loved the sexy thrill of walking up to the cottage in the buff with
Marta.  His long, fulsome cock was bouncing and swaying in randy pleasure.
He couldn't help noticing Marta's eyes glued to it while they walked over
the small stretch of sandy beach to the steps leading up to the cottage.
He himself was drawn to Marta's pert, jutting breasts, with raspberry-sized
nipples diamond-hard, he assumed, in sexual excitement.

When they reached the stairs, he stood by to let Marta go up first Ð not
because he was a gentleman; rather, he wanted that smooth, firm boyish ass
to jiggle in front of him as she pranced up the steps.  He was appreciating
the fact it was almost a certainty he and his soon-to-be-former
sister-in-law would be rutting like animals in heat when she returned from
France.  That might be the price he'll have to pay for a summer of sexual
bliss with Danny.

That conviction was seemingly borne out as he entered the cottage and
Martha closed the door after him.  She came on to him immediately, grabbing
his sexy, solid bulk with desperate sexual abandon, letting her hands play
up and down Per's hard-carved muscles and rock-hard glutes, moaning with
breathless passion.

A little while ago, on the dock, he could have cared less for Marta's
advances.  But now, his boy-lust sated a bit, he considered the prospects
of a quick dalliance with Marta, the kind of hot, sexy woman he would have
relished before Danny showed him the brand of sex that now spoke most
truly, most richly, perhaps even, most exclusively, to his needs and
desires.

A little horseplay with Marta might be fun, he mused, his dick plumping a
bit as she worshipped his beautifully built body, a kind of rear-view look
at his former straight sexuality.

"I was right, wasn't I?" Martha gasped, as she continued to feverishly
stroke Per's powerful physique.  "You want it, too!  There's total
chemistry between us, isn't there, Per?  Christ, I've been so damn hot for
you from that first moment Irene brought you home to meet the family.  I'd
finger myself, alone at night, thinking about what we'd do together.  Now
we can, my darling!  And with you looking more luscious than ever!  It's
marvelous!

"I had Danny, you know, when I was just 16 -- that doesn't shock you, does
it? -- so I'm only 33, in my sexual prime as a woman.  And God am I ever
horny for a fuck from such a gorgeous hunk of muscle and cock and raw,
manly beauty like you!"

"Marta, I -- ," Per began -- but was cut off, speechless, as his
sister-in-law knelt down in front of him and took Per's thick length in her
reverent hands, letting her fingers play over its majestic girth.

She fondled Per's huge cock Ð one of the biggest and most beautifully
virile she'd ever seen Ð working it with sensuously, excitedly; then she
began an almost delicate, lady-like tonguing of his tip and shaft that
could hardly hide her lewd hunger.

"Poor Danny," she sighed, pulling off Per's thick, but still-flaccid length
for a moment, "he's such an oversexed young gay boy.  I know he's going to
crush something terrible on such a gorgeous stud like you, Per darling.
Hopeless as that kind of thing is, poor child, when it comes to such a hot,
het hunk like you!"

Then she looked up at Per and giggled, "You know what, darling?  My idiot
sister actually thinks you're gay!  Can you believe it!  Why, I laughed in
her face!  I mean, really!  If there's anyone who simply oozes raw, leering
manliness, it's you, my beautiful sexy stud of a brother-in-law!  God, when
I get back from France, we're just going to jump into bed and not leave for
a week!  We'll have Danny bring us food and wine.

"Oh Per!" she sighed again, head spinning with lust, as she dove in for
another round of cock-sucking.

But as she strenuously tongued his dick, struggling to get even a fraction
of its meaty length into her mouth, Per realized, in a slight panic, that
he was not growing hard -- what's more, that he wouldn't grow hard, no
matter how much she kept up this half-assed cock-sucking of hers.  He
realized, with a sudden, abrupt stab, that women just didn't get him
automatically aroused any more; his heterosexuality was currently (maybe
had always been?) at a dangerously low ebb.  That's probably why his
attempts at extra-marital sex, looking for satisfaction after his marriage
crumbled, had been such a farce.

Still not even semi-hard, he quickly realized he'd have to do something.
Under no circumstances did he want Marta to be the least bit dissuaded in
her certainty about his sexuality.  He wanted nothing to interfere with the
plans he and Danny had for their sex-drenched summer ahead.

The mere thought of the boy began stirring something in him, and he
realized what would get him instantly hard: seeing his hot young lover,
still nude, down there on the dock.  The boy's smooth, sleek muscle and
man-sized cock were a total turn-on to this now cock-crazed older stud.

Marta was just about to say something (wondering aloud, perhaps, at Per's
limpness?) when he spoke.

"Damn, Marta, this is fucking hot as fuck, but what if Irene or Danny walk
in?  I'd hate for them to see us like this.  Especially the boy.  How about
we move over by the window, so I can keep an eye on the dock, while those
sexy lips of yours take my cock?"

"Perfect!" she smiled, with a wanton twinkle in her eye.

She rose, then led Per over to the window by his thick, meaty shaft.  Once
there, she knelt and got back to work, feasting on that huge luscious
length.

Per was certain this would do the trick, now able to soak in the sight of
his oh-so-sexy boy-crush.

And what a sight it was: Irene, clearly, had dozed off -- her book had
fallen to the dock, and she lay back in her chaise, dead to the world.
Danny was flexing and stretching his lean, smooth musculature at the end of
the dock.  The sight of those beautifully worked bulges, rippling and
pumping in the gleaming sun, got Per instantly, screamingly hard.  Marta's
unskilled mouth on his cock was suddenly beside the point -- Danny's tan,
lithe body was all it took to get him fully aroused.  His cock grew harder
and longer as his lustful gaze drank in those gorgeously carved young
muscles, that smooth firm ass, and that thick bouncing dick.

"Fuck, yeah!" Per growled, at the sight of his hot young fuck-buddy, his
mind a jumbled whirl of the boy-sex they'd be indulging in back up at the
boathouse, as soon as they were done with drinks on the dock.  Christ, was
he ever hard now; he could feel the precum pour out of his cockhead.

"Fuckin' fine!" he rasped, testosterone coursing through him at the thought
of he and the boy, fucking and sucking for the rest of the afternoon --
hard cocks pumping tight, eager asses or filling hot, hungry mouths.  Fuck,
would it ever be fine!

"Aw fuck!  So fuckin' fine!" he repeated, watching that hot young stud and
dreaming of the passion they'd be sharing.

Marta lifted her head off, wanting to acknowledge what she thought was
Per's praise of her cocksucking skills.

"So glad you approve, darling.  It's a pleasure to suck such a huge, hefty
man-cock!  You're so beautifully hard and dripping!"

Her aching jaws convinced her to take a short break from sucking Per off,
so she used her long-nailed fingers to trace her awe over that thick veiny
shaft, thrilling to the thought of how it would feel plowing up her pussy.

As she stroked Per's cock -- steel-hard now from the sex-thoughts romping
in his brain as he delighted in watching Danny sensually play with his pecs
and abs -- Marta softly, huskily, purred an ode to Per's magnificent
virility.

"Look how hard you get, and how fast, from a woman who really knows how to
suck cock!  What an absolutely amazing man-prick you have, darling!  So
made to ravish a tight, warm pussy like mine!  I want to feel every juicy
inch of this beautiful, beautiful cock!  Oh, we're going to have such fun
together later this summer, my dear, darling stud!

"But poor, dear Danny!" she continued.  "How excited he must be to have you
up here!  Such an amazing stud of a man like you, in his raw, naked,
muscular glory!  He'll be like an excited puppy, you know.  I've seen it.
He'll keep sniffing around at this man-cock, driving you crazy, unless you
very firmly, at the first sign he shows, let him know how hopeless it is!
But be gentle, darling.  He's such a wonderful boy.  Let him down as easy
as possible, I beg of you!  Then, when he realizes there's simply no chance
to have you, he'll stay out of your hair, I promise!"

"Don't worry, Marta," Per smiled, "I'll give it to him as firmly as
possible.  In fact, I think he's already been getting the feeling, believe
me!"

"Mmmm, yes be firm with him, darling, but make SURE he feels it.  I hate to
be crude here, but I don't want any doubt in his mind about just where you
prefer this gorgeous cock of yours to be!"

"Oh, knows already, Marta, I swear.  But if it makes you happy, I'll be as
firm and direct as possible. Gentle, yes, but he will feel it, believe me.
If I have to, I'll just give it to him straight, ram the truth home, over
and over.  Don't worry, I'll make my sexual preference as clear as
possible."

"I'm so glad to hear that, darling!  Because I mean, really, out there on
the dock earlier, while you were up in the boathouse, Irene was talking
this nonsense about gay archetypes or something, and it turns out Danny
sees YOU of all people, if you can believe this, as a young gay's dreamboat
or something, thinks of you as something he calls a 'young bear' or some
such nonsense!  I mean, my gorgeous, furry muscle-stud, did you ever!?
Just what in the world IS a 'young bear' anyway?"

"You've got me, darlin'."

Per was delighted to have his suspicions confirmed that he was Danny's
dream stud.  It sent an electric twinge through his still steel-hard shaft.

Marta went on blathering, while Per's eyes played over his luscious young
boy-crush and his mind was again awhirl with visions the two of them,
sating their lust feverishly until dinner.

"I'm sure my horned-up son is just ACHING to think he has a chance with
you!  It must be excruciatingly HARD for my poor gay darling!  I swear,
Per, you should see how shameless my son is!  And up here, in all this sun
and water and nudity; it's the worst!

"And now you're here, darling, such a gloriously sexy example of male
perfection!  It's only natural he'll think of you as someone he can lick
and suck and do whatever the hell else it is he and his friends do.  His
friends, too!  You'll have to put them off as well, believe me.  They're
horny little buggers, believe me!  As you'll soon see when he has those
gorgeous little hotties over.  My God, but they're shameless!  It's just
one endless gay-boy orgy with him and his little muscle friends.  They'd
suck and fuck right out in the open, right down on the docks, if I'd let
them!  I tell you, there'll be no end of prodding and teasing with Danny
and his friends, so you've got to nip it in the bud as soon as possible.
Take matters in your own hand!"

"I'll make my feelings known, Marta, believe me.  No matter how hard it
gets, they'll have to take it.  No matter how much I have to rub their
noses in it, even.  I'll put the whole naked truth right in their face, so
there'll be no mistaking."

Marta continued to worship Per's huge, rock-hard cock, letting her fingers
just barely trace it in awe, and her tongue-tip just dare to taste it.

"I've never had a cock so enormous, so incredible, so hard and strong Ð
like you, my dear," she said as she looked up, blew him a kiss, and let her
fingers trace those beautifully carved muscles on Per's abs and chest.
Then she went back to focusing on the object of a horny older woman's
idolatry.

"I can just imagine how much you'll fill me with this huge, gorgeous
man-prick!  How you'll stay hard forever, how I'll glide my clit on it,
cumming over and over before you've even cum once!  Oh God, Per, you're
like an amazing stud fuck machine.  God, how I want you!  How I've always
wanted you!  And now, that you've done this wonderful thing to your body,
making you look sooooo much sexier! Oh, my sister is such a fool."

Marta finally stopped her giddy talk and went back to her sloppy sucking.
But it was almost as if Per didn't even notice it.  As his eyes were
riveted on Danny stretching and flexing on the dock, that lithe, luscious
teen beef going straight to Per's cock, his mind was awash in a
particularly redolent fantasy: it was all that talk of Danny's sexy gay
friends.  Per could just picture them: a posse of young muscle-jocks, all
as gorgeous and beautifully cut as Danny, parading around naked all day,
cocks swinging and asses twitching; nude, gorgeous, sexy, sun-gleaming
bodies; the ultimate erotic Abercrombie ad.

He could see himself strutting among them, the proud, muscular, champion
steed, prancing boldly among those sleek, excited ponies; parading the best
body and the biggest, thickest cock, knowing he could dally with any of
these randy young colts as much as he wanted.

He saw himself, the alpha-male bull-stud sheik, sex-master of that sexy
teen boy-harem, posing and stroking and flexing on the dock as the awed,
beautiful boys watched, then vied anxiously to be the one to stroke their
sultan's cock, fighting over it, pouting for the pleasure of sucking him
off, the rest worshipping his hard-carved power.

One hot boy would play Per's huge, hard, precum-streaming cock back and
forth over the full, hungry lips of another young hottie, while Per tongued
the sweet, smooth pucker of yet another, to ready him for rutting.

Or Per lying back on a chaise, one or two young jocks ministering to his
raging hard dick, while he watches the rest pleasure each other on the
dock.  He goads them into a round of ass-69ing, so that when his cock is
moist and dripping, he can fuck his way through the lot of them, always
making sure one of them is eating his own ass while he fucks, to ensure
maximum hardness.  Fuck, what a summer it would be up here when the women
left.

Shaking off his reverie, he realized he would never shoot with just Marta's
clumsy lips on his dick, so he smiled down at her and gently brushed her
mouth away so he could jack himself to a much-needed climax.  She was
probably grateful for the relief.  He turned his head back toward the dick,
groaning in pleasure at his luscious young lover.

Per fisted himself, rock-hard and tingling at the sight of Danny putting
sunscreen on his cock.  Fuck, he loved watching that hot, muscular young
hunk jack his thick cock.  He had such a surprisingly huge man-cock for a
teen, Per thought, licking his lips at the smooth, impressive length and
the way the boy sensuously played his fingers over it.

Later this afternoon, Per thought, back at the boathouse, he wanted to just
lay back and jack his own huge hard thickness while he watched that cute
young stud stroke himself.  Shit, would that be hot.  Then they could each
cum all over their hard-cut muscles, then rub in the cream, smoothing it
over their hard-worked bulk, licking fingers, feeding each other that
thick, sweet, salty cream.  Fuck, Per thought, FUCK!  And his own hot cream
erupted, gushing in splurty splats all over Marta's awed face.

"Now, darling," she said, as she walked to the sink to towel off the mess,
"let me get you hard again and slip me that hard, gorgeous cock.  A
much-needed quickie to make me think how good a long, slow fuck will feel
when I get back from Europe."

"That's a hot idea, Marta, and much as I'd like to plow that hot, shaved
pussy of yours, I can see Irene looking around down there on the dock,
maybe wondering where the hell we are.  I think we've been gone too long as
it is."

"You're right, of course."  Come on, then, let's get the drinks and glasses
and snacks.  I guess I'll have to make do with just the memory of your
long, thick, beautiful hardness until I get back!"

Later, after they'd finished the sangria, Marta turned to Per and her son,
both of whom had become antsy as hell to get back to the boathouse, so they
could luxuriate in their lust.

"OK, you boys, here's the plan: Irene and I need a little time to
decompress, then maybe a couple of hours to fix dinner, set table, and put
out candles.  Let's figure eating around 8, shall we?"

Both randy males' hearts leapt!  That left them four hours alone together
in the boathouse before dinner to suck and fuck and jack and toke; licking
each other from pecs to ass; trying on underwear and jocks; jacking to
porn; worshipping each other's muscles and asses and cocks in the shower --
the four hours spread before them like an entire summer.

"The, after dinner, around 10, Irene and I need to pack, 'cause we're going
down to the city for the day, for shopping, then a goodbye dinner with
Rhonda and Denise.  We'll be leaving early, at 6, way before you sleepyhead
boys will be up; back around 11 or so tomorrow night.  Then off to the
airport next morning -- again, way before you'll be up.  We've arranged a
ride already, so no worries.  That means you boys are pretty much on your
own, except for dinner tonight, from here on in.  So this will give you a
chance to see how well you'll get along together this summer.  Play nice
together, OK?  Now scoot, and see you at 8!"

Per was almost too excited for words.  A quick flash at Danny's excited
eyes read the same flushed feeling in the boy.  But he tried to keep cool.

"Aaaaahhhh," he stretched, "don't know about you, son.  But I'm bushed.
Must be all that swimming and sun and sangria.  Think I'm gonna take a good
long nap 'til dinner."

"Sounds like a plan, Unc.  I'm gonna do some laptop stuff for a while, then
I guess I'll sack out, too."

"If you'll both be sleeping, we'll call up to the boathouse a half-hour or
so before dinner.  Give you time to get ready."

Per and Danny walked up the boathouse, both semi-hard and tingling at the
thought -- not just of almost four hours of insanely steamy sex together --
but of the fact, save for a couple of hours at dinner with the women, that
their summer together had finally begun.

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