Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2014 12:47:36 -0800 From: Rio Mack Subject: Six Percent 8 (gay adult/youth) The Six Percent Summer by Rio Mack DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex. Please help support Nifty! 8. Back at the Boathouse The two randy boys, the older and the younger, scurried up the boathouse stairs, their thick cocks bouncing in eager anticipation as they hurriedly took the steps. Both lovers thrilled with heart-racing excitement at having been just afforded this wonderful surprise -- the entire afternoon alone together to indulge in their now-obsessive passion for each other. As they entered the door into Per's room, alone at last, away from the women, their lust burst. Desperate lips mashed against each other, and fevered hands groped the hard muscle and thick cock of bodies nude already from a day spent sunbathing down at the dock. For Per, there was a blissful relief in dropping the coy pose of how he was really straight. He could now indulge fully, frankly, in the same-sex desire that had haunted him for so long. Soon their initial spurt of horniness subsided into slow, sensual kissing and a sure, confident, muscular embrace, thick cocks grinding, and strong hands caressing round, ripe asses. The trained athlete in each of them had taken over from the impetuous schoolboy. As if by instinct, they'd decided simultaneously to start pacing themselves for the marathon sex ahead. They broke from the kiss. Per stared into the boy's eye. "How about you put one of those sexy college muscle videos on the flat-screen in your bedroom for some hot wallpaper, and I'll fill up a bowl?" Danny smiled, and slyly fingered Per's meaty shaft up and down. "Porn and pot -- a man after my own heart." Per smirked contentedly. "'Heart'? Don't kid yourself, young'un, it's that ass of yours I'm really after." Danny put his head back and laughed. He kissed his older lover, then raced to his room. Per got out his stash and generously overstuffed a bowl. His hands were almost shaking, he was so excited for the afternoon ahead. He decided to tease the boy a little by wearing one of his sexiest jocks -- a medium waistband Bike, with a smooth, tight fit that beautifully highlighted his ripped build, very well-washed and clingy, especially the pouch, which left not a centimeter of his cock untraceable. But as he rooted through his drawers to find it, he came across something he'd forgotten he'd packed. Something perfect to help get the afternoon started. When Per got to Danny's room, an involuntary jolt surged through his cock. Danny was looking especially gorgeous: he had on the skimpiest, sexiest pair of white briefs, showing off all that lean, cut seventeen year-old beef. Almost more exciting, though: around his neck he'd slipped on about ten or so necklaces, all longish, of various materials -- metal, fiber, and leather. What a wild, exotic look, thought Per, totally turned on He smiled to see that each of them had taken a few minutes of their brief time apart to put on something sexy for the other. Per excited at the realization that this was a part of both their styles, this intimate dressing in their sexiest briefs and trunks and jocks, to tease and arouse each other. This erotic flirtatiousness between them would go on all summer, the older man thought longingly. Per suddenly realized that this was why he'd been buying so much hot undergear the past few years -- to have what he needed to show off his sculpted body, for when he first started hanging out like this with boys who were into the look. He'd known all along this was coming -- intimacy like this with a boy -- he saw that now. And so he'd worked as hard as he did all those years, to get his body beautifully muscled, so he could then clothe it teasingly, to attract just the kind of hot boys he wanted so badly. Per wondered what other jewelry -- besides the cock-ring he'd slipped on earlier in his bedroom -- he might excite the boy with. Ankle- and wrist-bracelets, he thought. And he wanted to get a piercing, too, he decided, to celebrate his coming out. It would be fun, the next couple days, he thought excitedly, talking with Danny about what his first piercing should be. He felt younger, sexier, with Danny -- a piercing would be the perfect way to show it. The gay porn Danny had playing on his large flat-screen was new to Per. The boys were well-muscled and very hot, but with a slightly different look than the models on the college jock sites Per was into. These dudes were tatted up and pierced, giving them a bad-boy edge Per found very hot. He'd have to remember to ask Danny later where he found it, and if he had any more like this. He wanted to learn as much as he could about his new life-style. After a few puffs each of Per's pot, while stroking cocks and fondling asses and tonguing stubbled jaws and hard-carved pecs for foreplay in front of Danny's porn clip, Per held the boy by the shoulders, fixed their gazes, then whispered with low, rasping urgency. "Teach me boy-sex, Danny. School me. I have so much to learn, and I'm such an eager pupil. You can see I crave sex 24/7 -- just like you -- and your sex, our sex, gay sex, is this amazing, wonderfully satisfying revelation to me. "I want to be the kind of lover you deserve, Danny. I want to learn all about this new, deep part of my sexuality. Gayness feels so alive in me, like I've reached the core of my being with you. Show me everything. Show me how to give you the kind of full-bore, balls-out pleasure I know my body can give a hot young boy like you. The kind of pleasure you give me. That mind-bending sexual bliss-zone you take me to -- every fucking time, dude! Where no one has ever taken me before. Fuck, I'm so fucking into you, Danny, it's unreal." After spontaneous, breathless kissing, they pulled apart. Danny's eyes were drawn to Per's huge, stiff hardness, straining impatiently against the mesh pouch of his jock. Per, seeing Danny's hungry gaze, swept the boy up and laid him on the bed. He yanked the boy's sexy briefs off him. But before he joined him in bed, Per wanted to show Danny what he was wearing under his jock. Danny lay back, stroked his hard young prick, and ogled his muscle-god lover Ð that incredibly cut body, erotically accented with its perfect, light dusting of golden fur, and that huge, thick hardness, raging to escape its mesh cage. Per grinned wickedly at the boy, pleased to see Danny's eager eyes riveted on his dick, then proceeded to slowly peel down the waistband and the top half of his jock-pouch, knowing how excited the boy would be when he exposed the silver cock-ring he'd slipped around his cock-root earlier. And he was indeed. "NO FUCKING WAY! A COCK-RING!! TOO FUCKING HOT, PER! OH HELL YES, DUDE!! WHAT A FUCKING STUD!!" Per smiled, knowing, from all the posing he'd done wearing cock-rings in front of the mirror at home, how much he looked like a gay porn star with a band of silver or leather cinched around the base of his dick. He tossed his skimpy jock aside and lay next to his young lover. Danny was still reeling from Per's revelation. "You are just too fucking hot, stud! A cock-ring! Un - fucking - real! You want me to teach you gayness? That right there is prime gayness." Danny thrilled to think what a cock-ring would do to his lover's already majestic cock, how much bigger and harder it would make it. He cold hardly wait to worship its impressive length and girth. So Per's into cock-rings, he marveled. This dude just never quits. His incredibly ripped body, all those jocks and sexy briefs, a marked interest in gay porn, the way he's been so into any kind of hot boy-play at all, the expert rimming he gives, and now cock-rings. For a supposedly ninety-four percent straight dude, he's a total gay stud, a dream gay lover. Can Auntie Irene really be right? It still seemed impossible to Danny, despite the unceasing cascade of circumstantial evidence. He's no ninety-four percent straight, though, that's for damn sure. He's at least bi. Which was hot enough for Danny. But to think that he could be really gay, the boy thought, and that I could turn him fully out this summer. He'd never been excited by anyone as much as he was by his handsome uncle turned stud boyfriend. Did he use a cock-ring with Irene, Danny wondered, or was this something he bought for himself -- say, for posing in, in front of a mirror, jacking to that beautifully cut body of his (needing some kind of release like that, given he and his wife had stopped having sex)? I bet it's the latter, he thought; he could just see the scene -- Per stripping naked, then slipping his balls and shaft through the ring, putting on a sexy jock like he did for me, then worshipping himself in the mirror, getting off on that smoking hot body, the ring letting him edge for hours to all that sexy muscle and dick. Danny loved that there was this obvious dark side to Per's sexuality. He bet he could get him into leather in a second. If he's not already -- maybe he's got some of that in his bag, too; he's got almost every other gay fetish. There's probably a couple dildos in there, too, given how seriously into ass-play Per is. How soon until he lets me fuck that gorgeous, golden-furred muscle-ass, Danny wondered? Per knelt on the bed between Danny's legs. He leaned back, showing off his cut, furry washboard, spit on his hand, and stroked his huge hard-on teasingly, fingering through golden pubes to trace the edge of his ring, then trailing down to circle each of his big balls, pendulous in their man-sac. Danny began moaning in slow ecstasy at Per's sexy show. Then Per, still kneeling, leaned forward and hoisted the boy's legs back up over his head, so he could have close, immediate access to his sweet, luscious prize, the boy's tight rosebud. Danny moaned even louder as Per began tonguing his hole -- first, delicately, almost daintily, but soon hocking spit in and tongue-washing it ravenously. Basking in pleasure from Per's rimming, Danny reached across the sheet to Jack his lover's hard, jutting cock, and to do his own sexy tracing around the older stud's cock-ring. After just a few minutes, though, Danny wanted that hard deliciousness in his mouth, so he pulled his hips away from Per's rim-job and flipped around so they could 69 each other. Per grunted in ecstatic approval. It was lush, sloppy, thick with saliva and totally satisfying. As the boy got his cock harder and slicker, Per's desire to slip his dick into Danny's ass and pound that hole grew irresistible. So Danny continued to work over Per's hardness, while the older man left off cock-sucking to resume preparing the boy's tight, wet pucker, tonguing it and fingering it, coaxing the boy's rosebud gently into blossom. As he rimmed the boy, Per shivered with nerve-tingling pleasure from the expert way Danny serviced his huge hard cock -- licking the shaft and head, burrowing his tongue in the piss-slit, then sucking his whole dick deep down into his throat, until his lips mashed against Per's pubes; then lusciously pulling up and swirling his mouth around the head, slowly trailing his lips and tongue away from it every now and then, letting the saliva and precum garland off Per's cock, adorning their love-making with that distinctively erotic roping of man-sex. At times he'd stop sucking, and just fist and play with Per's whole, huge hardness, letting it slap back against his fur-dusted lower abs, sometimes grasping Per's shaft in his hand and thumping it hard against those abs, beating out a kind of deep, primal lust-rhythm. Then he'd go back to oral worship. "Aw fuck, son! FUCK!!" It was all Per's ecstasy-addled mind could articulate. Everything Danny did felt wonderful, felt right, felt like the kind of sex he'd been aching for forever, the kind he would never deny himself again. "You're such a hot, built stud, boy! With this hard, smooth, firm young muscle-ass! And right in the middle of these beautiful, cut glutes is this sweet, lovely, tiny little rosebud! Your pucker is so fucking beautiful, son! The doorway to such amazing pleasure for me! I almost can't believe my huge hard cock will be able to get in there, it's so small and tight!" Clumsy jock poetry, but it inflamed them both. He kept working his young lover's boy-hole hungrily, insistently, as if he owned it. The older stud suddenly moaned aloud as Danny began doing amazing things with his tongue and teeth to the thick, chewy hood covering Per's uncut cock-head. He'd pull out the nipple of flesh then bite it or pull it with his teeth or fingers; or stretch out the sleeve, then tongue round the head; or suck the whole head and part of the shaft, then while he pulled his mouth off the head, nip at the hood with his teeth. Then the whole cycle repeated and repeated. Sometimes he would tickle the hooded cock-tip with a flicking, darting tongue. No one, Per realized -- and that meant, of course, no woman -- had ever before lavished such knowing attention to his foreskin (Irene even kept begging him to have it removed). What Danny was doing felt incredible; it got him even harder -- almost painfully so, but just this edge of delirious pleasure. Thrilled and enlightened, Per let his tongue trail off Danny's hole so he could practice this latest lesson on Danny's own luscious, uncut length. For the next several minutes, they nipped and nibbled at each other's foreskins like frisky dogs, all the while fingering each other's excited holes. With Irene, Per realized, as well as the few women he'd known before her, sex had always been the guilty satisfaction of an embarrassing need. Now, with Danny, sex was a riotous, joyful celebration of male potency, male energy, male strength, a miraculous rite of masculinity, a glorious round of non-stop jouissance. He'd never before been with a lover who so aggressively wanted his sex as Danny did. And, he realized, he'd never really actually wanted a woman's sex before. He'd often wanted sex with a woman, of course, to get himself off. But women were simply the vehicles for his sex, its receivers; they had no real sex to give back to him. But Danny did (boys did, men did) -- so very, very much -- and Per loved every bit of this sex, it was all so absolutely beautiful; he wanted it enormously, constantly, obsessively. Did it all, then, ultimately, for men, come down to cock (and ass and muscle, maybe)? Was that it? This must be how you discover you're gay, Per thought fleetingly, almost amusedly, before his lust for that gorgeous boy became unbridled. "Fuck, am I ever ready to fuck this ass, boy!" "And I am so ready to be fucked! By that huge, hard, cock-ringed prick of yours, you fucking hot young bear stud! Come on, let's do it this way." Danny moved off the bed and stretched his gorgeous physique out across the arm of the overstuffed leather club chair he had in his boathouse bedroom. He lay back, fingered his hole, and moaned for Per to fuck him. Per straddled the armchair, putting one foot on the chair seat, the other bracing his muscled bulk on the plank floor. He lifted the boy's strong, muscled legs in the air, then he oozed his thick, dripping cock into the boy's ass, loving the tight, delicious feel as it slowly disappeared into the boy's moist hole. Once he bottomed out in his young lover's ass, he just let his cock exult in there as he bent forward to kiss the boy and tell him how amazing he was and this was. Danny kissed back, and cooed similarly, but his hips began pushing his ass insistently against Per's hardness. He was hungry for another hard fucking from that mammoth cock. Per began pounding Danny's ass, with a sureness that was one part passion and one part athleticism. Fucking him was absolute rapture, the most satisfying sex Per could ever imagine. Danny lay back on the cushioned arm of the chair and savored the body-rush from a truly fine fucking. He especially loved the sexy feel of Per's huge, hefty ballsac slapping rhythmically against his ass with every strong thrust. Soon he began aggressively meeting every one of Per's thrusts, riding his lover's long, thick hardness, while Per rammed home his cock, meeting the boy's ass with each pump. As he pounded the boy, he grabbed his smooth, jutting boy-cock and began to jack it. Danny reached behind the older stud, tickling Per's sac with one hand while teasing his hole with the other. "Hell yeah! Play with my hole while I fuck you! Get me nice and loose, so afterwards you can fuck my ass with this thick, gorgeous cock!" A thrill raged through Danny. He was going to fuck Per! His dream, at last -- to plow that firm, gorgeous, golden-furred muscle ass! It meant taking Per's cherry, letting his sexy, stud of a lover finally savor the deep masculine pleasure of a good ass-fucking, one of the most primal male drives. For himself, Per was thrilled that he'd finally found voice for this compulsive yearning he's felt for so long, excited that he'd named it, requested it, ensured that it would at long last happen. He thought about how he and Danny were like two puzzle pieces that fit beautifully -- Danny's ass was the perfect, tight, seamless fit for Per's huge hard cock. But the wonderful thing about men was that, as lovers, they were reversible: you could take them apart and put them back together in another, different, equally wonderful way -- Danny's smooth, hard teen prick could slide perfectly into Per's hungry ass. The thought of the boy fucking him Ð of having his ass filled for the first time, finally satisfying that most maddeningly persistent itch, and by such a thick, smooth, luscious young cock Ð was too much for Per. As he rammed and rammed, he felt his nuts tighten, ready to shoot yet another load with this magic young lover. "Gonna cum! Where do you want it, young'un?" "My mouth! I am so fucking hungry for more of your man-cream!" As he pumped about seven or eight thick, white spurts into Danny's mouth, Per could only think how raw and delicious and right this sex was, exactly what he'd always fantasized sex could be, at its most mind-bending, body-rocking elemental. He tried verbalizing his revelation to the boy, but it only came out as crude lust. "Damn, son, that was what I call fucking! Holy fuck! There is nothing more satisfying than a hot boy's ass!" Danny smiled sexily up at his gorgeous older lover. "Unless it's a hot older stud's ass! And you're gonna find out a hot boy's cock is pretty satisfying, too. What say we shower and get ready for round two? Featuring the hot, hung, hockey-jock hottie tearing up the ass of his hot, young, blonde bear daddy?" Per pulled Danny up off the chair and into his arms. He embraced him with a strong, muscular, wholly erotic passion. His desire for the boy coursed through him. He lowered his hand, cupping the boy's smooth ass, and pressed their chests and cocks together as they kissed. Then he whispered warm and soft in the boy's ear. "Come on, hockey jock, let's hit the showers." Per wanted more shower-play with his young lover -- this time free of any inhibitions. Soon, they were both standing under the spray, soaping up each other's beautifully cut muscle and pressing together hungry lips. Danny kept glancing down at Per's steely-hard, thick, impressive length, jutting up majestically between his ripped thighs, looking even sexier under the shower spray -- bigger, water-glazed, with tiny droplets caroming off thighs plastered with soaked fur and looking, for the effect, even more impressively defined. Hard himself, of course, Danny soaped both their cocks together teasingly, mesmerized by the sight of their two uncut cocks so erotically intimate as much as he was excited by the feel. Per, too, couldn't help but stare as Danny worked their huge, hard tools. Per loved the sight of a long, thick cock. He always loved looking at his own while he jacked in front of a mirror. Then, when he discovered gay porn, he'd gaze longingly at the parade of buff boys with gorgeous dicks. And now there's Danny, with his huge, beautiful boy-cock. Danny compared both their cocks while slowly, sensuously massaging them together between his soapy fingers. His own had a thin foreskin tightly stretched over about three-quarters of the head; Per's hood was meatier, more fulsome, nippling, when soft, fully over his sizable cock-head (like a child's small fist, it seemed so big), and allowing just the cock-tip to poke out when hard. Big-dicked men must seek each other out, Danny figured. They learn quickly in their youth, like Danny had, what pleasures another's huge length can give them, and that becomes their dominant sexual focus. Danny smiled dreamily to think what a late bloomer Per was to life as a gay man and how much fun it was going to be to help him catch up. "I love seeing your hard cock, dude. Not just cause it's so fucking beautiful -- I don't know how to describe it, Per: so virile, so ripe, so vibrant -- but also, because it shows how excited you are by me, how into me you are. How much I turn you on." "Fuck, have you ever got that right, Danny." They kissed yet again, never tiring of fueling the furnace of their passion that way. By now the soap had rinsed off Per's hard, throbbing cock. Danny knelt and took him quickly in his mouth, giving instantly sensuous pleasure to the grateful older stud. In a matter of seconds the boy was mashing his nose into those thick, wet blonde pubes. Per let Danny suck for a few minutes, delighted at how such sexually charged moments as these were becoming the norm with them -- and would be all summer. He thrilled with knowing he was about to embark on a period of possibly the most satisfying sex it would be possible for a man to have. His cock throbbing dangerously close to cumming again (too soon, Per knew, remembering to pace himself), Per brought the boy up for a deep, passionate kiss, his soaped-up chest hair, rock-hard pec's, and diamond-hard nipples mashing luxuriantly against the boy's equally slick, equally carved muscle. "No one's ever made me harder than you, boy. Not even close." He rubbed his hard, straining length against the boy's thigh. That, and their kisses, and the luscious friction from two soapy torsos rubbing together, combined in a volatile engine to flare up their lust. Per spun Danny around, grabbed and pawed at his smooth, cut upper body while he played his hard length up and down the boy's ass. Danny wriggled his butt sexily against his lover's thick hardness like the boy-slut he was. "Fuck yeah, Per! I love how you're always so fucking hard! You can fuck my ass more, but don't cum! I wanna use your cream as lube when I throw you your first fuck!" Per eased his cock into his beautiful boy-lover, loving the feel of the spray making their lust even more sensual. He worshipped the boy's cut body while he pistoned into his tight hole. The sound of the shower spray was primal. So much flirting between men goes on in showers, Per realized (thinking of the way he ogled the college boys back at his gym), that's why water against tile is such an erotic sound. Per pulled out before he came. They kissed, then turned off the water, and quickly dried themselves off, both excited for the major moment ahead. As they headed back to Danny's room, the boy turned to his older lover. "You go get another pair of your sexy undies on, and I'll run down and get some beers from the fridge in the boathouse. Then I'll click on some more porn, roll us a couple of joints, and we'll get ready for the main event." "Sounds like a plan, stud." When Per left to change, Danny went right to work. Per had made clear his preferred choice of foreplay earlier -- porn, pot, and sexy underwear, then kissing, stroking, sucking. Danny could do all those very well, every facet of them, make them every bit what his lover found most exciting in them. He first rolled a joint of some amazing Northern California bud his friend Lee had brought with him and shared with Danny when he'd arrived last week at his family's place across the lake. Then he clicked on some porn and played it through the flat-screen. Per had loved everything he'd played all day, so Danny thought he'd try another, slightly different but equally hot clip (Per and I apparently have the same taste in hot porn, he thought, pleased they clicked on something as basic to a dude as porn). He was still amazed Per had gotten into gay porn so quickly. Then he proceeded to comb through his dresser for just the right pair of briefs, deciding on a very sexy pair of black Andrew Christian briefs with a red-and-white logo waistband, which never failed to get compliments when he wore them. Danny thought they showed his ass and bulge off beautifully. He ran downstairs to get some beers. Returning to his own bedroom, Per noticed the clothes strewn on the floor Ð the denim cut-offs he'd shucked off first thing when he'd arrived, the wrestling briefs he'd worn for running, a couple of jocks, an A shirt. Some of Danny's clothes were lying around, too, from all their changing and unchanging together today Ð the boy's T, a couple jocks, those sexy low-cut trunks. Something deep and elemental in Per excited at the sight of a bedroom, his bedroom, littered with some of his sexiest clothes, along with the equally sexy intimate wear of another boy, an especially handsome, young, muscular boy. It made his cock stiffen thickly: the overlapping clothes Ð his and the boy's Ð conjured up images of their bodies, lying together in a spent heap, of the two of them sharing a bedroom together, a life together. This summer, he thought excitedly, will be that shared life. He'll be living in a space where their clothes will dot the interior, draped or dropped or thrown around, in intimate disarray, speaking (as discarded clothes do) of undress -- in this case, the mutual undress, continual throughout the day, of two very good-looking, very stylish young men, anxious to flaunt to each other, at any given moment, their beautifully developed muscle and achingly lovely cocks. He realized at once that he and Danny should be sharing a bedroom this summer -- they've so perfectly hit it off sexually, emotionally. He decided to raise the idea with Danny at once, and hopefully get the boy's agreement. Per thought how his first fuck would feel that much hotter if he knew it was in the room he'd be sharing with this gorgeous boy; if it was actually their room; if it marked the beginning of the two of them as a couple. When he got back to Danny's room, in the old-school Duke jock he was wearing, one of his favorites to pose in, he took in the scene -- more hot porn was playing and Danny, anticipatory, smiling sexily at him, sipping on a beer, looking so damn hot in a pair of very sexy black briefs, the gorgeous cuts of his upper body standing lusciously out in bold relief. Per smiled slyly, then went over to hook his laptop up for sound, showing off the muscle-beef porn look his jockstrap gave him. He was into the clip Danny had playing immediately. It was another different kind of porn, wholly unfamiliar to Per but something he found hot as fuck. It was an orgy scene with three older, beefier studs -- pierced, tatted, heavy-stubbled, European body-builder types, with huge, thick uncut cocks that, like Per's, had lots of meaty foreskin to play with. All three had hair buzzed s close, also like Per's; they were each shaved all over, except for small, beautifully manicured bushes. Per couldn't take his eyes off the screen: the three beefy studs were into the rawest, hottest brand of man-sex -- grunting and moaning loudly as they sucked and fingered and rimmed each other. What they were doing evinced such basic, hard-core, utterly gay desire -- the desire Per had always felt steadily, persistently thrumming through him for years, but which he now, with Danny, felt coursing through him in a pure, steady rush. The video his young lover had playing made the American college jock porn, which he favored exclusively, look almost wholesome and innocent, gay sex as good clean freshman fun, not this serious, male passion. Just the sound alone was so sexy, so rhythmic and hot, it could get you hard. Per stopped fiddling with his laptop and concentrated on the awesome sex show Danny had onscreen; he wouldn't dream of putting on any of his music as overdub -- this was the perfect foreplay fuck soundtrack for him and Danny. Danny sidled over with a lit joint. He passed it to Per, then began slow, teasing muscle-worship of his older lover's amazing body. As they shared the joint, Danny watched Per watching the porn he'd put on. He was glad Per was so into it: he was trying to tell his older lover, through this much nastier clip than any he'd shown so far, something about how erotically hot he found his ripped body, and how he wanted to push their sex as raw and deep as it could go. He noticed Per couldn't take his eyes from the screen, and that he grew hard immediately. When the joint was finished, Per turned away from the compelling fuck-scene to face his young lover. "Danny, I hope I'm just stating the obvious here, but rather than me camping out over there in my room, I think it'd be hot as fuck if you and me share a bedroom here in the boathouse this summer. This is like paradise being here with you, alone together like this. You've shown me a kind of sex I'd never dreamed possible. More thrilling than anything I've ever felt. I'd love to be as physically close, as physically intimate as possible with you the whole summer long. It's just been so fucking amazing all day. Amazing how we instantly clicked, on every level possible -- muscle, clothes, exercise, pot, porn, humor, sex." Danny stepped to Per and took his new lover strongly in his arms, pressing him close. Then, after a kiss of pure heat, he pulled back and looked at his lover with beaming, excited eyes. "Hell yes, Per! Let's move your shit in here before I take your cherry! Hell yeah! I want to be with you like this, like we are now, like we've been all day, all the time this summer. It's gonna be so damn hot being here alone together! And dude, I can't front -- I don't want to scare you off or anything, but in my mind I think of you now, not as my uncle any more, but as my boyfriend." Per kissed him deeply, with gasping breath. Their hardening dicks ground against each other. "Oh fuck yes, Danny! That's so damn hot, so damn fine to hear. I never thought I could ever feel like this for another man, but I desire you totally, with a thrill that feels electric. Boyfriend, lover, partner -- whatever you want to call it, I feel that exact same way. And it feels so incredible, I just don't want it ever to end -- not for even a second." Per began tracing Danny's muscles and cocks as he voiced the rest of his lover's confession. "It's like this amazing, perfect boy has just magically fallen into my life, teaching me all about my deepest self, my deepest desire, my deepest need. It's only been hours, but I can't imagine life without you. I've never felt as completely enraptured by someone -- emotionally, erotically, physically, sexually -- as I am with you. And I've never felt more myself than the past half-day with you. I usually hate those clichŽs about 'completing someone,' but you instantly have with me. I've thought of it off and on today -- of this, of you, of us -- as my missing puzzle piece falling into place. "No one's ever made me feel so alive before, Danny, and I just don't want to lose that feeling, now that I've found it with you. I want to ride it out, you and I, together, as long as it lasts. "Irene and I, we clicked at first on almost every level, but were a bust sexually -- and that poisoned the rest of the relationship. But with you, we click so insanely well sexually, I feel like it's just going to naturally infuse into every other level. I can feel it already. I love just hanging with you, being you, seeing you." They kissed again, even more passionately, because this felt like some kind of consummation. Their cocks, even harder now, ground more insistently anticipatory against each other. As he continued to softly worship his gorgeous young lover, with fingers trailing sexily over jaw and lips, pecs and abs, and that hard, jutting cock straining through the pouch of his underwear, Per quietly voiced his most heartfelt feeling. "I fucking love you so much, Danny. Love being with such an amazing, beautiful boy, such a hot young stud. Fuck, you bring out such pure, such deep -- such totally gay feelings in me. Feelings I never knew I had, but which feel so absolutely perfect. You make me feel me, the way that makes me feel right, makes me feel the way I feel I'm supposed to feel, more than anyone I've ever been with. Before I drove up here this summer, I thought, what with things being officially over with Irene -- even though they'd been physically over for years -- I was going to fall in love with one of those hot young cottage girls you see vacationing up here every summer." This time, as he kissed Danny roughly, he pulled the boy's stiff cock out from his briefs, and began to fist its thick length. "Instead, I fell in love with one of those hot young cottage boys." After a brief spate of cock-play, Danny brushed Per's hand away. "C'mon, dude, let's move your shit into my room before you change your mind!" Per scoffed. "As if." Once in Per's bedroom, Danny walked over and hoisted the still half-full duffel bag onto his shoulder (remembering that first vision of his uncle this morning, so gorgeous and muscular, heavy luggage lifted as if was a bag of feathers), and pulled an entire drawer out of the dresser Per was using. "I'll get your duffel. You get your laptop, and we'll each take a couple of drawers. That's basically it, except for the clothes lying around in her. You'll be moved in with me in no time, stud! So awesome, dude! Living together with such a hot, amazing stud! It happened so fucking fast, bro!" "But it just feels so obvious, so right, doesn't it, son?" He went over for one more embrace, so drawn to the boy he was. He stroked the boy's chest and arms and abs and cock with what was now familiarity. There was a historical knowledge now accruing to his intimacy with Danny, which was heretofore simply lust. That's what a relationship is, Per thought, maturing lust. His and Irene's passion withered and died so quickly in the bud. But what he felt with Irene, even at their most sexually satisfying, wasn't even a shadow of the strong, full, fast-growing bloom of pleasure he'd found with the boy. Per pulled out a drawer, set it on the dresser, placed his laptop into it, as well as his stash, watch, wallet, and the rest of the items on his dresser-top. He went over to his nightstand, grabbed the stack of gay porn Danny had given him earlier that day, when they were still doing their shy flirtation walk for each other, and threw the magazines in the drawer, too. Then he scooped up all the clothes lying about, pulled out another drawer, the one he'd been using for his jocks and briefs and trucks, and placed it on top of the first drawer, adding the load of stray clothes into it. He pulled out the remaining drawer, holding his jeans, shorts, T's and thermals, placed it on top of the other two, then easily lifted all three drawers and proceeded to move his remaining belongings into the bedroom he and Danny would now be sharing. "I'm outta here, son. Let's celebrate the move with my first ass-fucking!" Per set down the drawers and unstacked them, then he and the boy quickly moved all Danny's stuff into just three of his dresser drawers, leaving the other three empty for Per's things. They stashed Per's clothes, he put the empty drawers back into the dresser in his old bedroom, and when he returned, it looked as if he and the boy had been living together for years. How instantly, he marveled, he'd become a part of the boy's space. "Fuck, that was quick!" "No, shit! You know, this is great for a couple reasons -- first, cause you and I are officially living together, which will be hot as fuck! Per, you realize you're my first live-in boyfriend? And I could not have found a hotter one!" They embraced for a bit, grinding their pec's and ab's and cocks together. They broke the embrace, and Per looked lustily at his first-ever boyfriend. "What's the other reason it's great?" "Oh, cause when my friends start coming around to hang -- and hey, I was thinking of inviting some of my boys over tomorrow afternoon, if that's cool? -- we'll have, like a guest bedroom for dudes to stay in. Per, you're cool with the fact that my friends and I, like, are all gay, and we, like, suck and fuck together all the time?" Per felt the sharp, instinctual jolts throb deeply through his dick. "Marta mentioned something about that to me. But, hell yeah, young'un! Bring it on!" They embraced again, and Per began to stroke Danny's thick, hardening cock through his briefs. He felt like a cat in heat, desperate for a reaming. The soundtrack of the porn clip still playing was like a siren song; the two boys' cocks were each more than three-quarters hard. Per turned to the new love of his life. "Now, how the fuck do you suppose we can occupy the next couple of hours until dinner?"