Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2024 04:32:48 +0000 From: d.praved.mann Subject: Taking Jesse at the Beach TAKING JESSE--AT THE BEACH CHAPTER ONE by d.praved.mann@proton.me Please support nifty! I do, every month! If you benefit from the FREE service Nifty provides YOU, please show your tangible support: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html THIS STORY IS TOTAL FICTION. Any resemblance to actual people is unintended, and actually laughable. Like I'm actually going to name or fashion the characters in this kind of story after real people. Gimme a break. THIS STORY CONTAINS GAY SEX, as well as SEX BETWEEN ADULTS AND MINORS. Yes, sex with minors is illegal... and I do NOT condone it. Yet, you'll probably watch a TV show tonight that contains another illegal activity, and I doubt the writers of those stories condone that behavior either. Anyway, please go away if this subject matter offends you. ALWAYS REMEMBER: Looking is fine, fantasizing is great, but NEVER harm a boy and take away his innocence, as it can never be replaced. Your feedback is appreciated! d.praved.mann@proton.me -- -- NOTE: This is a re-do of sorts, of my "Uncle Zach's Muscles" story. This is a quicker burn--it gets to the fun part faster. I kinda like it. -- -- CHAPTER ONE ZACH: ZACH PULLED HIS BIG SUV into the beach cabin's driveway, with his little nephew Jesse beside him. Despite arriving at such a serene, placid place, Zach's heart was racing. He kept trying to talk himself down from his excitement, but just looking at the adorable little boy sitting in the passenger seat made Zach so fucking aroused it was hard to think. Jesse was just barely nine; he'd be starting fourth grade in the fall. He worshiped his uncle Zach--that was obvious. Zach was used to the attention he got from guys--and little boys. His muscled physique was mind-numbing--but he wasn't stuck on himself. Anyway, if Jesse looked at Zach with wonder in his eyes, Zach was equally infatuated with the boy. But Zach's obsession crossed the lines of what was socially acceptable. A man should never want to be with a little boy as much as Zach did. And "be with" was a euphemism, to be honest. Truthfully--even though Zach was in denial about this--he wanted to be in bed with Jesse. He wanted the boy to move his hands all over his immense muscles... and not just his muscles. Zach had never really had a thing for boys... not until a few years ago when his brother's son started grade school. It'd always been big, buff, ripped and jacked muscle dudes for Zach. But then he'd grown bigger and leaner than pretty-much every bodybuilder he met. Still, that was his sexual preference: muscle. But when little Jesse started into school, the kid caught his eye--in a new way. He'd always loved to play with the boy... zooming Jesse like an airplane above his body as he lay on the floor... tickling... just good-hearted fun. But what he felt now toward the boy was anything but good-hearted. Fuck, he got hard now whenever he even thought about Jesse. And when his brother and sister-in-law asked him to take Jesse to the beach for a month while they flitted around Europe, a stirring rose in the he-man. And it wasn't just a flutter of the heart. His stirring was in his loins. His cock, to be precise. Yet no. Zach knew he couldn't do anything with his nephew. Absolutely not. NO. He would just have to buckle down and hold onto his strongly-held morals: Fucking a boy... even playing with him "in that way" in bed--it was forbidden. Zach knew that. He would adhere to his standards. There would be no "playing doctor" or anything like that while they were here--just the two of them. This was going to be a torturous four weeks. JESSE: UNCLE ZACH PULLED THE RIG into the cabin's carport. The place was bigger than your standard beach cabin. It was actually bigger than most houses. There were four bedrooms up, and a couple more down; yeah, the place was huge. Every bedroom had its own bathroom. They were located right on the beach, so it was amazing. While Zach parked and turned off the SUV, Jesse stole a glance at the driver. Jesse wasn't allowed to cuss, but his brain did it anyway. Fuck, Zach was massive. He towered over other men. Muscles everywhere--and barely any fat at all. He was basically bigger and more lean than any man Jesse had ever seen--and a jillion times better looking. Proportioned, long muscles on a very tall frame. Broad, boulder-like shoulders; enormous, rippling arms; a chest; a tight, small waist, and abs that were unreal; gigantic, rippling legs.... The man was a muscle-worshiper's wet dream times ten. Jesse had always been in awe of Zach. Everyone was, actually. The 27-year-old was built like a god. Whenever the family got together for holidays or whatever, and Jesse would see Uncle Zach, the boy was mesmerized. Uncle Zach was unbelievable. Jesse always hoped for--and diligently watched for--whenever Zach might have his shirt off. Now that they were at the beach for a month, he knew he'd be able to see his muscle-man uncle's body, and he hoped it'd be a LOT. And the thing was, Uncle Zach was really friendly to Jesse. And so big. And his muscles rippled everywhere... Jesse just couldn't stop looking at Zach's huge, broad shoulders and those enormous, rippling arms. And his legs were huge! And it was so amazing how tiny Uncle Zach's waist was. Jesse had never seen anyone like him. Uncle Zach was friendly and all, but still, Jesse was intimidated. And awestruck. But no matter how scared he got, Jesse loved to spend time with him. Uncle Zach was everything Jesse wanted to be. He prayed every night that when he grew up he'd be just like his uncle. After they unpacked, they had dinner, and afterwards, Uncle Zach suggested they wash the dishes by hand, since it was just the too of them. While they finished washing, Uncle Zach put his hand in the water and flicked his fingers to splash droplets of wetness onto Jesse's arms. And then Zach kinda giggled. Yeah, he giggled! It was fun to see a big muscle-man laugh like that. Jesse looked up at the tower that smiled down at him. Uncle Zach was so huge... so muscular... so jacked. And really handsome too. Jesse giggled back at his mega-uncle. And, with a big grin... he returned the splash! Zach laughed out loud now, and once again Jesse marveled at the feeling... how amazing it felt to make this muscle-man... happy! ZACH: WHEN THE FUN IN THE KITCHEN WAS DONE, both of them plopped themselves in the living room. Zach turned on a Netflix show. Sitting very close to his little nephew, Zach was getting excited. And he hated himself for that. He'd secretly been looking forward to this time alone with Jesse, and that bothered him. Fuck, the little boy was so adorable--so innocent and young. Zach looked down at him sitting really close. He was getting hard being this close to the boy. Fuck, what was wrong with him?! This was his brother's son! A few minutes later, after studying the boy from behind, Zach's cock ached in his shorts. He couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled Jesse up onto his lap. Fuck, would the boy notice that he was sitting on a pipe bomb of a hard cock? Zach hoped not--yet he hoped so too. Fuck he was doomed. Over the next hour or so, Jesse sat in Zach's lap. Zach sometimes stroked Jesse's brown hair; sometimes he lightly stroked the boy's arm or leg. Shit, this was not right. Sometimes also, Jesse seemed to wriggle his butt, right on top of Zach's aching hard-on. Did the kid know what he was doing? He had to feel Zach's submarine of a cock under and between his cheeks--even through both their pants. Fuck, Zach was going insane. Still, he maintained control and the most he did was to sometimes stroke the little boy's hair, or skin, while Jesse leaned back against Zach's torso. Subconsciously he was grooming the boy to be amenable to touch... lots of touch. This was torture of the first degree. But eventually it was eight o'clock--time for Jesse to go to bed. "Can't I stay up a little more? Since it's vacation and stuff?" Jesse whined. "Not tonight, bud," Zach insisted. He needed to get the kid in bed, fast. He was so close to doing something he'd regret.... But who the hell was he kidding.... He knew what he was planning. It was inevitable--no matter how much he denied what he was thinking, he knew it was going to happen. And that made his heart beat almost right out of his chest. Zach helped Jesse change into his PJs; he knelt right in front of the nine-year-old and lifted his shirt over his head. Then helped him take off his pants and underwear. When Jesse was totally nude Zach smiled. Fuck... all that innocent, perfect, creamy skin. Jesse smiled back at Zach and the big guy said, "Wow, you are growing up so fast, Jesse." He took his hands and ran them up and down Jesse's sides, feeling up the boy's smooth skin... on his torso, legs, arms.... Shit, he'd never touched Jesse like this... not any boy. And the sensation of his big hands on the boy's soft, smooth skin rendered any possibility of limpness in the man's big cock impossible. He was as hard as he'd ever been in his life. He was like a kid in a candy shop. And Jesse was the candy. He kept moving his hands up and down the little boy's creamy skin, getting harder and harder with every pass. Fucking god. Zach wanted this kid. He wanted to delay putting on Jesse's PJs as long as possible. He kept running his hands all over that gorgeous skin, in front and in back, and on Jesse's little creamy-white ass. "You feel so good, Jesse," Zach smiled. "Your hands feel good too, Uncle Zach." Yeah, Jesse was amenable. At the encouragement, Zach continued feeling up the boy's naked body. At some point, he moved his hand down Jesse's leg... on the inside. Then back up... still on the inside--close to Jesse's privates. Very close. Closer than would be "normal." Then he brushed the back of his fingers against the boy's little balls and cock. Innocently, right? If it was the back of your hand, you weren't really doing anything on purpose, right? Jesse didn't react. Except... holy fuck the boy was starting to get hard. Zach knew that boys can of course get involuntary erections at any age. But this was obviously in response to what Zach was doing. He reached behind the boy and put one hand on his creamy rump, moving it from cheek to cheek... squeezing and caressing the soft skin, while he passed his other hand down and up the inside of the boy's leg again. Shit Zach was as hard as he'd ever been. Little Jesse was so soft, so innocent, so gorgeous, and young.... Fuck. "Can you turn around little buddy?" Zach smiled. Jesse willingly complied. "I just want to see your backside." He ran his hands over the boy's shoulders, down his arms, and over--up and down--his back. "I can't believe how cute you are, Jesse. Such smooth skin. I really like touching you like this." "Me too, Uncle Zach. Your big hands feel really good." Zach moved his palms and fingers down onto the two little butt cheeks again. He moved his hands lower, down the boy's legs on the outside. Then he came back up, but now he was reaching around Jesse so his hands were on the front. In response to this, Jesse actually leaned back into his uncle. "I can't believe how smooth your little-boy skin is," Zach said softly while his hands moved up the boy's legs. He pulled Jesse closer, resting his chin on the kid's shoulder now. His hands moved inside Jesse's legs... higher. Jesse actually spread his legs a bit so his uncle could have better access to... to whatever he was accessing. Zach moved his face close to Jess' head and looked over the kid's shoulder, down at where his hands were moving. When his hands made it all the way up the inside of Jesse's legs, he stopped them at the boy's groin. His fingers spread down, slightly--but not uncomfortably--pulling the little boy's white legs apart. His thumbs rose up and came within a few millimeters of Jesse's little balls. Jesse was starting to get an erection. Fuuuuuuck. Zach moved his head forward even more, looking down the front of the boy's naked body more intently. He moved his thumbs just a bit, barely grazing the little balls. "You look so healthy and good," Zach said with a dry mouth. Absently--instinctively--he pulled the boy tightly against him. He pressed his crotch against the boy's little white ass. As he did so, his thumbs fully brushed against the kid's balls while a little mini-carrot-sized penis rose in the air. Apparently self-conscious, Jesse leaned forward and looked down at his hardening little peepee. Zach wanted the boy to feel at ease. "It looks like you're getting an erection," Zach said matter-of-fact. "That's a good thing. Everything is working fine on your body, bud. Getting an erection is very normal for a little boy. And as you grow into a man you'll get them a lot more often." "Really?" Jesse kept staring at his reaction to his uncle's lewd-yet-subdued advances. "It gets that way sometimes. But I thought it might be bad." Since they were out-and-out discussing Jesse's penis, Zach took the opportunity. He nonchalantly took it between two fingertips and said, "No, it's not a bad thing at all, bud. In fact, every man gets hard like this." He stroked it gently. "And when you get even bigger, you'll see how good it feels when it gets hard. It feels good to touch it." He continued to fondle the boy's genitals. "Does this feel good to you?" "I--I guess... yeah, it kinda does." Zach stroked and patted Jesse where he ought not be stroking and patting. "Good. I'm glad you're growing up so well, buddy. And your peepee is very beautiful. You should be proud of it. And when it gets hard like this, that's just how it likes to show off, you know?" Jesse thought for a moment while Zach stroked him very, very lightly. "It likes to show off for you, I guess." His words and tone were so innocent: no trepidation, no hesitation. This was just him and his uncle sharing time together. Zach chuckled, yet his calm outside demeanor totally clashed with his emotions at that moment. Here he was, fondling his naked little nephew, getting so hard himself that he thought he might bust the zipper in his cargo shorts. It was a fantasy come true. But he had to stop! He fought with himself. He HAD to back off! This was wrong on every level. But his breath was heavy now, and he could feel his heart pounding in his big chest like a loud drum. What would it be like? Would Jesse object if he just kept fondling his little cock and balls? How long would he let Zach do this? Zach was nearly out of control. He wanted this little boy like he'd never wanted anything in his entire life. This was nuts. Insane. He could NOT be doing this! This was so fucking wrong! Yet his hand--nearly trembling while it caressed and stroked Jesse's fully-masted peepee--apparently hadn't gotten that memo. Zach's touch was light... he stroked and fondled this adorable, still, little boy with the intent of giving him as much pleasure as possible. Finally, he shook himself out of it; he took his hand away, pulled back, and--nearly choking on his own desire--grabbed the boy's PJs and slipped them on. He couldn't tell what Jesse's expression held... relief? Disappointment? After Jesse brushed his teeth, Zach's heart continued to pound hard while he pulled the covers of Jesse's bed back and the kid slipped inside. Zach had scolded himself left and right... up and down... while the boy was in the bathroom. But his cock, in his cargo shorts, was harder than steel. And he couldn't make it go down. His stomach was in knots, and his heart was going full-bore. But no. He could control himself. He HAD to control himself. His family would never forgive him for doing what he SO BADLY wanted to do. He needed to tuck the boy in, and get the hell out of that bedroom: Go jerk off--get it out of his system, then take a cold shower and go to bed. Yeah, that's what he was determined to do. Instead though, as if it was his body controlling his body and not his brain controlling his body, Zach lay down on top of the covers, next to the boy. Jess lay on his back; Zach was lying on his side, facing his nephew. Jesse smelled like soap. Zach stroked Jesse's clean brown hair while the boy lay on his back. And his heart pounded even harder, if that were possible. "I'm glad we get to be together for a few weeks," Zach said softly, trying to normalize... everything. "Me too," Jesse said. There was silence for a while, then Jesse added, "It feels good when you do that." "I like rubbing your hair," Zach said. "I like... touching you. You are such a cute little boy." Fuck, fuck, fuck. Zach's torpedo of a cock jumped at the thought of staying here in the boys' bedroom for a while. Just to make sure Jesse wasn't scared or anything. I mean, he was away from his parents... going to be for a whole month, right? So Zach needed to make sure Jesse was comfortable and happy, right? Jesse smiled. "Your hands are big, and it feels good when you run your fingers through my hair." The boy was staring at the veiny, thick forearm that hovered above his face. "You have a lot of blood vessels... all over your muscles." Fuck. The boy's admiration of his body--adoration, really--definitely wasn't helping. He needed to get out of there. Fast. His heart pounded in his ears now. But... no fucking way was he leaving this cute little boy now. He'd just lie there with his nephew and calm the fuck down. Calm the fuck down. Zach stopped stroking Jesse's hair; he put his big hand right on top of Jesse's chest. He held it there, very still. "I think I can feel your heart beat, bud," he smiled. "It's beating kind of fast." Jesse turned pink, and his heart beat faster under Zach's hand. Shit. The boy was so adorable... and he was obviously mesmerized by Zach--which only added to the big man's libido. Zach shoved his hand under the covers. "Let me see if I can feel your heartbeat better without anything between you and my hand." He slid his hand up inside Jesse's flannel PJ top and rested it on the boy's chest. "Yeah, it's beating fast," he chuckled. "Yeah," Jesse said. "Even your hands are so big and strong--like all of you. And it's nice and warm on me when you put it on me like that." Zach felt a rush of excitement, realizing that the boy enjoyed the touch. "Can I feel your muscle, Uncle Zach?" The question was filled with innocence. Zach had been asked the question countless times... random little boys would ask him to flex. There literally wasn't a day that went by, if he was out in public, someone made a comment about his physique, or a little boy stared in awe. He got asked is he was Superman sometimes too. And even though the boys usually said, "Can I feel your muscle," and Zach obviously had many, big muscles, it was unspoken that they wanted to see and feel Zach's biceps--the show muscle. For sure, Jesse frequently asked to feel his muscle. "Sure, bud," Zach smiled. He pulled his hand off of Jesse's chest. He put his upper arm above the boy's torso, bent it slowly, and then, KABAM! He popped his biceps into a peak that rivaled mountains. "Wow." Jesse lifted both hands and began feeling the impossibly-hard ball that was easily bigger than his own head. Zach was going nuts. Having Jesse move his hands over and around his arms was so fucking hot. And the more the two of them engaged in this touching--as "innocent" as it may have seemed to Jesse--Zach's desire ramped up harder and harder. Fuck, the man was going to explode. "Its got... like two... two parts. Right here," Jesse said, fingering the very top peak. Indeed, Zach's biceps split--obvious because of how freakishly lean he was--to show the two heads for which the biceps is named. "You like that?" Zach smiled, holding his arm in a tight flex--so tight that his arm trembled. "Do you like feeling how hard it is?" "Yeah. And how big it is. Wow.... You are so strong Uncle Zach!" "Thanks." Zach relaxed his arm, and leaned in to give Jess a peck on his forehead. Then he returned his hand under Jesse's covers. "I wanna touch you some more, bud. You are so good to feel. Is that okay?" Jesse just nodded. Zach moved his hand up, onto Jesse's little torso again... then down to his tummy, then back up to his chest. Zach stroked his arms. Then his neck. "Tickles," Jesse giggled. "Oh really?" Zach teased. "Well, I'll have to remember that, little bud. I think I might want to find all the places where you're ticklish," he laughed. Jesse giggled some more. "I guess you can tickle me. But... I want to tickle you too." Zach's hand stopped on Jesse's chest. "Oh?" His smile was big. "Well, that sounds fun. But for now, it's time to relax, not get all excited and have a tickle fight." He moved his hand over Jesse's torso some more... slowly. "Your heart is beating fast, and it needs to slow down for you to go to sleep." "Oh. Okay. But some of it beating so fast is because you're here... laying next to me. I like it. It makes me feel really good." Zach smiled. "Good. I like laying next to you too, little buddy." Zach slid his big hand under Jesse's PJ shirt again; his big paw inspected all of the smooth skin on the boy's torso. Over, around, across... all around Jesse's chest and tummy. Sometimes he played with the boy's nipples. Jesse giggled then. The huge man kept feeling out Jesse's torso, and his entire little body. For the first time in his life, Zach felt like he could easily explode into an overwhelming orgasm, without touching himself. He NEEDED TO STOP. He simply could not do this. He could not go any further! What would happen to him if someone found out?! Would Jesse tell? The kid was as sharp as any kid Zach had ever known. It'd be hard to pull something over on the boy--especially something as forbidden as intimate touching. Yet he couldn't help himself. The inner war threatened to knock him offline. He wanted to touch this little boy so fucking bad. Touching Jesse like this was driving him insane with desire. Being so close like this, almost in full-body contact, heightened the difference in their size, and fuck if that wasn't the biggest turn-on for the bodybuilder. But no. He had to stop. Yet... his body--specifically his hand--had other plans. His hand slowly moved down, toward where Jesse's waist was. Zach's hand dwarfed the boy's body. He leaned forward and kissed Jesse's forehead again. "I love you so much, little Jesse." When he pulled his lips off, he moved his hand down lower... on to... Jesse's private area--on the outside of the boy's PJ bottoms. Jesse didn't move. Zach kept his hand there for a minute. Right on top of Jesse's crotch. He kept it there. He could easily feel the hard peepee and tiny balls under the flannel PJs. With his hand still resting on the boy's crotch, he leaned forward and gave Jesse yet another peck of a kiss on his forehead, then said, "You are growing up so fast, little bud. It feels like you're going to be a big guy down here... as you grow up." "Really?" "Yeah. Your penis and testicles are really nice. Is it all right if I feel you more down here?" He gave a light squeeze. "If you don't want me to, it's okay." "Oh...." "It's okay if you don't want me to, bud." He continued to move his hand up and down the creamy skin of his nephew's little torso. "But it felt like it was really hard when I was touching it before. And it still is." He fondled Jess' cock over the fabric. "I think that's a really cool thing." "Oh... well..." Jesse hesitated. "I dunno...." "I understand. It's kind of a private thing," Zach said. Shit. Should he backpedal? Call all of this off? Was this the point where he needed to get the fuck out of there, really? Had he already gone too far? Would Jesse tell his parents that Uncle Zach had put his hand on his privates? "I won't do anything you don't feel comfortable with." Yet Zach's hand, still squeezing and manipulating the boy's crotch, didn't move off. "Well... I guess it's... well, maybe it's okay...." "Tell you what. If you feel okay with me touching your privates some more, I'll let you check mine out too." He paused a moment. "If you want." His heart was going to beat out of his chest. He was as hard as glass, he wanted to touch this boy so bad. The only thing in the world he wanted right now was to get permission to stick his hand inside the boy's PJs and feel around. Fuck he was going absolutely insane. "Your privates?" Zach nodded. "But only if you want." "Really?" Jesse looked expectant for a split-second. But then he showed doubt again. "Sure. But only if you feel comfortable touching my privates. To be honest, I think a lot of little boys are curious about a grown-up man's penis and testicles. Nobody really talks about it much, but... well, I remember when I was a little boy, and I saw another man's cock and balls... I was pretty curious." "Really?" "Yeah. He was a friend of our family. And he had big muscles too, and that made me look at him all the time. And it made me wonder what his privates looked like, to be honest. I really wanted to see, you know?" Jesse nodded. Zach studied the boy's face. "So anyway, he let me see his privates. And he let me feel his big cock and balls. Everything was really big, and I liked that he wanted to show me." "I bet he didn't have muscles as big as yours, Uncle Zach." Zach chuckled. "Well, to me they were really big, because I was still little--about your age. But yeah, I know I've got bigger muscles than he did." "And a bigger peepee?" Jesse's eyebrows rose. "Well, yeah," Zach smiled. "It's pretty big." Jesse looked fascinated about the prospect of seeing his big uncle's privates. "Anyway," Zach continued, "it would have to be very private--a secret, between uncle and nephew," Zach said. His mind raced a million miles an hour: How to convince the boy to go further? "What do you think about that?" He asked. "If you let me feel how big you're getting down here some more," He squeezed again, "in your peepee and balls--I'd let you feel mine too. I dunno. Maybe that's not something you're interested in." Jesse's infatuation with Zach--and his easy-to-read adoration of the man's muscle physique--was palpable. Since the boy obviously loved everything about Zach's big muscles, Zach had a strong feeling Jesse wouldn't be able to pass up the offer to explore the most intimate parts of his body. "Well... I think it'd be okay. It's just that I... I suppose, if you said it was okay." "It's okay if you make it okay." Jesse nodded his head, apprehension on his face. "Well, good," Zach smiled. "And after I touch yours some more, I'll unzip my pants and let you feel mine. You can look at it, and touch it as much as you want." Just hearing himself say those words made Zach nearly catatonic. He was going to faint from the excitement coursing through his veins. "Okay." Zach kissed Jesse on the forehead, then slowly slipped his big paw down, inside Jesse's PJs. He paused just before touching Jesse's peepee, leaving his fingers close, but not touching it. He slid his hand down inside Jesse's thigh--still not touching the goods--teasing his nephew with what he hoped would make the boy want his uncle's touch more. He caressed the inside of the boy's legs for what seemed like forever. "You have such smooth skin, Jesse. I like touching you." "I like you touching me." "Good. Because you feel so good to my hand." He brought his fingers close to Jess' crotch... then he brushed them against the boy's little peepee. "Okay, let's see about this," he said matter-of-fact. Making it seem a little clinical might help the boy relax. He moved his hand on top of Jesse's tiny cock and balls and started fondling. He gently caressed Jesse's genitals once again. "Tickles," Jesse giggled. He was frozen now--not moving a muscle. His face showed anxiety... mixed with a very, very slight tinge of... curiosity? Pleasure? He remained perfectly still--a definite sign he was laying himself bare for his uncle's exploring hand. "Is it okay though? I want to make sure you like this; if you want me to stop touching you here, you just let me know, okay?" Zach's strong fingers gently assessed the boy's penis, then each ball. Lightly, tenderly, sensitively. "It feels... kinda," Jesse paused a moment while Zach's deft fingers stroked and evaluated the boy's little genitals. "I mean... it feels kinda... good." He shook his head, seeming to try and deny what he'd just said. "I dunno.... Is that okay? That I like it?" Zach's body flushed with pleasure. Jesse liked this, and he was totally admitting it. Jesse looked up at Zach's face, begging for affirmation. Then he said, "I know... my mom told me that... that, well... I'm not supposed to let anyone touch my privates." Zach tensed. He stopped moving his hand, leaving it still on Jesse's mini-carrot. The boy's little penis was as hard as a stick. "But it feels kinda good when you do," Jesse said. "Well, I can stop if you want," Zach said, even though he resumed his fondling. He stroked the boy's little peepee tenderly, trying to give his nephew what he knew was just the right kind of stimulation--so the boy COULDN'T say no. He fondled Jesse's little olive-sized balls too, making sure to stroke and caress them very tenderly... exactly like he himself enjoyed. "And that rule about letting someone not touch you here..." He gave Jesse's cock and balls a light squeeze... "that's a very important rule," he said, contradicting his actions. "So if you don't like this, you let me know," he said, resuming his tender stimulation of the boy's genitals. He made a special trip with his middle finger, under Jesse's balls, and stroked the boy's perineum, knowing the pleasure it would bring. "It's also very, very important that this is a secret just between you and me, bud. So if you want me to keep touching you, it'll have to be something we don't tell anyone--not even your mom or dad." "Yeah." Jesse agreed; Zach's work on his little peepee was apparently doing a number on the boy. "It feels really good." Jesse's little brain was whirring now. "So, if it feels so good, why is it a bad... I mean, why should we not?" Zach forced a chuckle; he wanted to keep the boy as relaxed as possible. "Well, it's not really a bad thing. It's just that a lot of people think you should be a grown-up before you let someone touch you like this." He returned the tip of his middle finger to Jesse's perineum; the boy visibly responded with a visible shudder and a slight gasp. "But I think you are a very mature little boy, Jesse. So I think you are ready. But just remember, it's not something that anyone else can know. It's just between you and your Uncle Zach. Okay?" Jesse nodded. "Okay." Zach resumed stroking the little boy's cock... up and down, with just one finger. Sometimes he cupped the little twin orbs in his fingers too. He was careful to be very slow. Jesse was obviously enjoying this. The reservations had melted away, and now he lay still, responding favorably to the gentle teasing of his uncle's hand. "It's okay, Uncle Zach. I won't tell anyone." Zach's heart was beating harder and faster than his nephew's for sure. Fuck. He was going to burn in hell for this. And probably be estranged from his family forever--not to mention going to jail and being labeled a child molester for the rest of his life. "Good. I won't either. It'll be just our secret." "I like that," Jesse smiled. "Just our secret. And it really does feel good." He thought for a second, still lying motionless while his uncle molested him. "Good. When you get older, it's okay to touch others like this--if they want it too. So I'm just teaching you how to have fun like this a little earlier than other kids get to. Is that okay?" Jesse smiled in the darkened room. Only the bedside lamp gave light--a dim light--to the room. "It's okay, Uncle Zach. I understand. I won't tell anyone. I don't want to get in trouble either." Little Jesse's penis was just adorable, and the boy lay very still while his uncle continued to touch him where he ought not be touching. Stop, Zach. Stop. He needed to stop! Instead, he said, "You have a nice set of balls with your cock, Jesse. I know you're going to be a really big man." "Really?" "Mm hmm." He kept playing. He kissed the boy's forehead again. and while he kissed, he kept fondling. "I really like touching you here. It's kind of fun playing with you like this. It feels really good to feel you like this." "Yeah, I like it too." "Good." Zach smiled. "This is very personal, something just between you and me, and no one else, okay?" "Yeah. You already said that." Zach chuckled. "Sorry. I just want you to know that I like doing this, and if someone finds out then we won't be able to anymore." He kept fondling, occasionally moving his hand elsewhere on the boy's body. "You are really hard now," he squeezed Jesse's little pecker. "Do you get hard like this very often?" "Sometimes." Zach kept caressing the kid's genitals... all over... a long time.... "Sometimes it just gets hard on its own," Jesse offered while his big uncle touched him, "and sometimes... well... it gets hard when... you come to our house...." The boy was shy now--obviously uncomfortable with this admission. "Really?" Zach tried to act nonchalant. "...or when I see you sometimes." "I get it," Zach smiled. "That makes me feel good... that you get hard when you see me. That's so cool, bud." Fuck. That bit of information was welcome! Wow, Jesse got hard over him! He was really into muscle! "Really--I mean, I thought that would make you mad," Jesse said softly. Zach chuckled and squeezed the boy's tiny nuts. "No, it makes me happy to know, bud. Never mad. I'm glad you told me. It's totally a good thing, as far as I'm concerned. It makes me feel good." He literally felt the boy relax. Jesse sighed. "I'm glad it's okay... because I can't really make it stop sometimes. Especially right now." "I know, bud. That's normal. You can't always control when you get hard. And just between you and me--you can't tell anyone--I get hard when I'm around you too, bud." "Really?" Jesse turned his face to Zach's, his eyes big. "You bet! A lot of the time." "Wow!" "In fact, being able to touch you like this makes me really hard too--right now." Zach confessed. He was going straight to hell. Saint Peter wouldn't even let him NEAR the gates of Heaven. He wasn't gonna see no Pearly Gates; no pearly nothin'. "Wow. Can I see?" Zach's blood coursed through his body--especially to his cock--as if it were a flooding river. "Well...." Jesse sighed. "Pleeeease? You said I could." Zach chuckled, his hand still fondling Jesse. "Well in a minute. It's pretty big." He paused a second, then said, "In a few minutes you can." Stop! Stop! It was at this point Zach admitted to himself that there would be no "Stop!" This was a done deal. He was fondling his nephew, and he knew he was going to present his own cock and balls to the boy. It was inevitable. "Do you think you'll like touching mine?" Zach's throat was dry; his voice was so fucking hoarse. "Yeah. Sure. I think it's gonna be really, really big--like the rest of you, Uncle Zach." Zach laughed. "Well, I think you're probably right about that." He gave Jesse's forehead another kiss. "Mmmm... Jesse. You are so special. I just love my little nephew." Then he leaned down and kissed Jesse on the lips. He broke the kiss and asked, "Is it alright that I kiss you so much? It's hard for me not to, because I love you so much, and I think you are so damn cute." He squeezed, and pushed down on, the boy's tiny erection for emphasis--and to give him stimulation that he'd associate with his uncle's love. Jesse smiled big. "You said a bad word, Uncle Zach." Zach said, "Oh, sorry." "But that's okay. And yes I like it when you kiss me a lot. And on the lips like that... that was neat." "So I can do it some more?" Jesse nodded with a smile. Zach leaned his face into Jesse's. He kissed the boy's lips with a tender, but long, kiss. He kissed Jesse's cheeks, his forehead, and his neck." "Tickles," Jesse giggled. Zach moved his lips back up to Jesse's mouth, and it seemed that the boy enjoyed the mouth-on-mouth kissing a lot. While he stroked the boy's peepee, he pulled back and asked, "Do you know what Frenching is?" "Is it like French Fries?" Zach laughed. "No." Jesse shook his head. "It's when you kiss, and you stick your tongue inside the other person's mouth. It's a very special kind of kissing. Only people who really love each other do it." He continued fondling and caressing the boy's private parts. "Ew.... Inside their mouth? That sounds gross." Zach laughed. "Well, I bet you'd like it if you did it with me. It is very special--very intimate. Do you know what intimate is?" He kept playing with Jesse's hairless little genitals. Jesse shook his head. "Intimate means things like we're doing now--it's just between two people, and no one else. It's stuff that you do to show someone how much you love them. It's a very special thing to love someone like this." "You love me? I mean... I know you do but...." "I do love you, buddy. So much." He wrapped his fingers around Jesse's little peepee and stroked it with a firm, but tender, grip. With just his fingertips. Holy shit this was amazing. Jesse seemed to rotate his hips just a bit, to press up as Zach pushed his strong fingers down on his cock. Zach had fantasized about doing this to Jesse for years. Now, being able to do it... it was all kind of new to him. He'd always preferred grown men. But Jesse, over the past few years, had opened up new and totally forbidden desires. And now here he was, touching him. "And French kissing is a way we can show how much we love each other. A lot of the time, people who get hard with the other person like to French with them. Can I show you? It's really fun." "Well... are you sure it's not gross?" "It's not gross at all. It feels so good to have someone else's tongue move all over inside your mouth. Very intimate. And if you don't like it, we can stop." "Well, okay." Zach was THIS FAR from climbing under the covers and pushing his hard-on right into his nephew's ass. For now, while the boy lay on his back, and Zach lay on his side--with nearly total body contact--his tongue pushed Jesse's mouth open and began exploring. Jesse lay still. Zach's hand caressed and tickled the boy's cock and balls while he kissed. He slipped his fingertips under and behind the boy's little nuts and caressed there some more. He was careful to make it a smooth and easy experience. And apparently it was, because while he continued to fondle and play with the kid's dick and balls, and French his mouth, Jesse started reciprocating. He tentatively poked his tongue inside Zach's mouth. Fuuuuuuck. Zach thought he might come, just by doing this! Jesse smelled so much of little boy innocence. His mouth tasted so fucking good! Since he was about 16, Zach knew he was going to be a huge man. He had the genetics of a god. And he'd always lusted over muscle men. The obsessions with muscles had started when he was even younger than Jesse was now; it really came to a head (so to speak) when he started through puberty. When he joined a gym during his high school years, he'd been seduced by a few of the regulars there--big guys. He was a willing participant; he liked it. Anyway, yeah, big buff guys had loved Zach's body as he went through his teenage years. He'd been with quite a few muscle studs. And now, he was bigger'n all of them. But this was... so insanely hot! Being with Jesse. Touching him in the most forbidden way. Jesse's return Frenching was the hottest thing ever! The two of them breathed heavily through their noses while they continued kissing, tonguing. Jesse put his hands on Zach now. And fuck if that wasn't the best thing ever. The boy felt Zach's upper body, over his T-shirt: Zach's broad, thick shoulders... his big arms... his immense chest. Fuck. Zach kept his long fingers on Jesse's balls, playing with them while his thumb slowly rubbed up and down the boy's erection. He molested him like this for a fucking long time, while they explored each others' mouths with their tongues. Zach's fingers returned to firmly stroking... moving up and down Jesse's tiny, finger-sized erection, up and down. Slowly, languidly. Up and down, while they kissed. Finally Zach, more turned-on than he'd ever been in his life, broke the kiss. "So what do you think, little buddy? Do you like Frenching?" Jesse nodded and smiled. "I like it a lot--with you. I don't know if I'd want to do it with anyone else though." Zach chuckled. "Well, I love doing it with you. It'll just be between you and me." He needed to move forward--bad. He was almost out of control now. Here was this little, adorable, so-very-trusting little boy, looking up at him with worshipping eyes, practically begging for more intimate contact. And dammit if Zach wasn't going to give the kid more intimate contact. He squeezed Jesse's penis and balls, then pushed away a bit. "Okay, bud," he said breathlessly. He was unable to form a sentence. He was near-insane with lust for this little boy. He was totally being driven by his desires now. "Fuck, little buddy," he finally managed. "I love you so... much." He kept stroking while his grinning face gazed down on his prey. Jesse nodded. "I kinda want to keep doing the French thing with you Uncle Zach. It feels really good--and when you touch me with your hand it feels... really good." Zach smiled. "And when you touch my muscles with your hand? You like that too, right?" Jesse smiled big. "Yeah. I always keep looking at them... like, during the day. So...." He looked a bit embarrassed. Zach smiled back. "I'm glad you like to look at them. I really like that, buddy. And I'm glad you want to feel them too. It makes me feel really good." "Can you sleep here with me? In my bed?" Jesse turned more contemplative. "We could be closer--to each other." "You want me to sleep right here? With you?" Jesse nodded. "I don't like the dark.... And I want you to be with me." Zach chuckled. "Well, I guess I could. Just for tonight." Shiiiiiit. Sleep all night? Next to Jesse? Fuck yes. But of course, his mind was spinning everywhere EXCEPT for sleep. If he spent the night in the boy's bed, he wouldn't be doing much sleeping. He tickled Jesse's little balls, then traced his index finger lower and behind them, toward the boy's sphincter. He put his middle finger against the opening, and felt Jesse instinctively close it. He didn't push inside. Instead, he just drew circles on it, getting the boy used to the contact. "Wow. That feels... kinda funny." "Do you want me to stop? It's just another way of me learning more about your body." He chuckled and said, "Bud, even your butt hole is gorgeous to me." Jesse smiled. He absently spread his legs, inviting more exploration by his over-muscled uncle. Zach continued to play with the boy's tight sphincter. "Is this okay? Does it bother you that I want to touch it like this?" "It feels funny, but I kinda like it when you touch me there." "What would you say if I put just the tip of my finger inside?" "What? Inside? Really?" "Yeah, bud. It's actually something a lot of guys do with each other. It is very, very intimate, and it kind of feels really good knowing you're letting someone you love do it." Jesse thought while Zach kept his fingertip swirling around the little hole. "Well, it kinda sounds gross. I mean... that's where my poop comes out." Zach chuckled. "Oh, that's okay. I don't think I'll feel any. And it won't bother me if I do. It's all part of how your body works, bud." Jess scrunched his face. "Well, I dunno.... You sure it won't be gross?" "Promise. And again, if either of us don't like it, we'll stop right away. But I think you'll like it." "Okay." "Okay. Now, I need you to relax all the way. Especially your butt. Even pretend like you're going poop a little bit. Not much, but just enough so that you relax all the way down there. Then I'll put the tip of my finger inside, okay?" Jesse nodded, apprehension on his face. Zach kept pushing his fingertip around what he knew was a bright pink opening. Jesse's hole was tight and drawn closed. Zach applied just a little bit of pressure to the center of the sphincter. Jesse didn't react. Zach increased the pressure. Then a bit more, all the while studying his nephew's face. The boy didn't move. His expression was cautious, but not anything more than that. Zach applied more pressure. "Okay, bud. Now I want you to take a deep breath, then let it out. While you let it out, really relax your butt, okay? I promise this won't hurt. And I think you'll like having your Uncle Zach's fingertip inside." Jesse took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Zach pushed his middle finger in. Just to the first knuckle. Jesse's eyes grew. "Oh. Wow." "You okay? It probably doesn't hurt, but it might feel... funny. Right?" "It feels like when I go poop. But it's your finger and not poop. And poop goes out; your finger is staying there." "Exactly. That's what it should feel like. Not hurting... just... different than what you've felt before." Jesse nodded. "Okay." Zach held his finger there, one knuckle in, and kissed the boy's forehead. "Can I push more inside? I would love to be inside you even farther, buddy. I actually like feeling inside of you." He wriggled his finger just a bit. "Oh--okay." Slowly, Zach pushed in more. Jesse moaned. "Is this okay? It doesn't hurt, just feels different, right?" "Yeah," Jesse nodded. "Good." Zach pushed in farther, comforting the boy as he invaded his body more and more. He whispered into his ear, "You're doing so good, little buddy." Then while he forced his finger inside Jesse's ass farther, he kissed him on the lips. Once he was in all the way--his entire middle finger--he asked, "How's that? Does it hurt? "It doesn't hurt at all. But... I dunno.... It really feels like I wanna go poop." Zach wriggled his finger inside the boy just a little. "Oh, I can tell that there's no poop ready to come out, bud. Nothing but my finger." "Okay." Zach got a sly grin... "So... I could tickle your insides if I wanted." He wiggled his finger and smile. Jesse giggled. "It does tickle." "But it feels good, right?" Zach wriggled his finger some more. "Yeah. Your finger is big and long, Uncle Zach. But I like having you inside me like this." Fuuuuuuck. The kid had no idea how badly Zach wanted to be inside him--in a much more powerful, invasive way. Zach kissed him on the lips, occasionally wriggling his long finger inside the boy. When Zach finally pulled his finger out, Jesse said, "Feels kind of empty now. I liked having it in." Zach smiled. "Well I'll put it in some more, later, buddy." He rolled back and stood up next to the bed. "But right now, I'm gonna take off some of these clothes and climb in with you, okay?" Jesse's eyes brightened and he grinned. He scooted over to make room, then pulled his covers back. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was decidedly NOT a good idea. "There's room, even though you are so big, Uncle Zach." Then, in the cutest move in the history of cute moves, Jesse patted the sheet next to him. The bed was a full queen, so it would work out okay. Still, Zach knew he was in major trouble with the fate gods. There was no way in hell he should be actually getting into bed with this boy. No way in hell. He stood there, studying the situation--reassessing his actions. Jesse patted the bed again. "Come on, Uncle Zach." Zach shook his head slowly, cursing under his breath. How was he going to survive this? "And you should put on your PJs too, Uncle Zach!" Jesse exclaimed--as if he'd had the most brilliant idea in the world. "Please?" Zach chuckled. "Well, bud, I don't have any PJs." He did not tell him that he always slept in the nude. "But I suppose I could slip in with just my underwear." He unbuttoned his khaki cargo shorts and pushed them down over his enormous legs. He'd been wearing flip-flops, so he had no socks. He was careful to hide his impossibly hard erection under his boxers. The lone lamp on the nightstand provided enough light. "Wow, Uncle Zach! Your leg muscles are big! Can I feel them?" "Later, bud." He tried to talk himself into this: This will be good. This will be good! I can take this opportunity to exercise self control! Yeah. That's what I'll do. Self control. He knew he wasn't fooling himself. He crawled onto the bed, and it creaked with his weight again. He pulled the covers over the two of them, and lay on his side, facing his adoring nephew. Zach's cock was screaming for attention--little Jesse attention, and he knew his moral goose was thoroughly cooked. Overcooked. Jesse rolled onto his side, so they were facing each other. "I like having the light on, because I can look at all of your muscles Uncle Zach." His eyes wandered all over Zach's T-shirt-covered upper body. Zach's plain white T-shirt hugged everything. This was common for Zach, of course, but this shirt left no muscle un-hugged. Every bulge must have been undulating right in front of Jesse's wide eyes. The sleeves of the shirt stretched to their limit from the size of his immense arms. "All of your muscles are so big!" Zach chuckled while his hand once again found the boy's crotch. "You like my big muscles, huh?" He returned to fondling Jesse while they lay next to each other, as if this was the most natural thing in the world; it's just what we do now. Zach was entranced with Jesse... and he wanted to hear how much the kid liked to look at his muscles. And he didn't have to wait for more. "Do you think you could take your shirt off Uncle Zach?" Shit. "Okay, bud." Zach sat up and started lifting his T-shirt. It took a moment, but after struggling to get the short sleeves over his mammoth arms... he finally tossed the shirt on the floor next to the bed. Jesse's eyes grew huge while he gazed at Zach's now-exposed upper body. "Wooooowwwww! Uncle Zach, you have so many... so much... so much muscle. All of your muscles are really big!" Zach decided to give the boy some fodder for his obvious infatuation. He lifted both arms into a double-biceps pose and flexed hard. Then a side-chest... then he finished the impromptu routine with a most-muscular. After every pose, Jesse oohhhed and ahhhed. The boy was infatuated. Zach let him look some more, then lay back down, smiling at his adoring Jesse. "Wow," Jesse exclaimed. "You like that, huh?" "Yeah, Uncle Zach. I thought maybe you wouldn't like it that I liked your muscles so much. I felt a little afraid." "You don't ever have to feel afraid with me, little buddy. I really like that you like looking at my muscles. Don't ever think I don't like it, okay?"
 "Okay," Jesse smiled. Zach left the sheet and blanket down at his waist, leaving his insanely jacked upper body exposed. He closed his eyes for a moment. His hand found its way down to the boy's genitals again, and he resumed his molestation while trying desperately to fight down an orgasm. Having just flexed for the kid, and seeing his reaction, Zach was drowning in lustful desire. In a minute, Zach felt a little hand move onto his forearm. His heart was going to burst out of his chest. He was breathing faster, so he made himself take deep breaths. He kept his eyes closed, making like he was going to sleep, but that little hand moved up and down, all over Zach's thick, hairless, veiny forearm. "Wow. There are so many blood vessels! And there's so much muscle!" Zach did nothing to discourage the boy. And that had him silently cursing at himself. Still, the giant man of so much muscle just lay still, and let the boy touch. Jesse's hand moved up, onto Zach's upper arm. And the farther up it moved, the faster Zach breathed. He wondered if he should raise his head and check to see if his bulge was really obvious. But he didn't. He'd been trying to make sure his hard-on wasn't pressed against the boy. "Wow," Jesse mumbled when he started moving his hand all over Zach's biceps and triceps. The boy wriggled his body, freeing his other hand and brought both hands to the task of feeling out the bigger-than-life arm. "Wow." Jesse was running out of words. His little nine-year-old vocabulary wasn't up to the task. But his hands were. He felt out Zach's thick cephalic vein--the one that runs up the long length of the biceps muscle--and just... everywhere on the enormous arm. "Can you flex it again?" Zach opened his eyes and bent his arm. His 23-inch gun hardened into the mountain that it was. It's high peak was, admittedly for Zach, a turn-on, and he never tired of frying some guy's brain by showing it off. Jesse was awestruck. "Woooooooow. It's so big! And tall! And hard!" His hands worshipped, and Zach's boner throbbed with want while his free hand kept stroking and pushing on little Jesse's penis. Zach knew his body fat was lower than five percent at that point in time, so his striations and vascularity were astounding. A web of veins surrounded the peaked globe that made up his arm. The boy seemed to never tire of feeling Zach's muscles. The bodybuilder that bested all bodybuilders tightened his arm even more, and a baseball-sized orb grew out of the top of the already-flexed arm. It was amazing to see--like a pyramid of muscle; even Zach knew that. "Do you like it?" Zach asked. "You like feeling my muscles?" Jesse nodded, his eyes still stuck in awe. "Wow, yeah." Jesse exclaimed. "Especially while you touch my peepee," he smiled. "It feels really good... like we are... intima--" He searched for the word. "Intimate?" "Yeah. Intimate. I like being intimate with you Uncle Zach" Fuck. Jesse's little hands moved over and under the presented muscle. "How do you get it so big?" "Lots of exercise, bud." "Wow." The boy's small hands kept moving all the fuck over Zach's arm, and it felt so fucking erotic that Zach was afraid he was going to come. This was the hottest moment of his life. Even more than when he'd been fucked by those muscle men when he was in high school. Or now, when he had sex with other bodybuilders--the ones who were now all smaller than him, and who couldn't believe his build. For sure, having the adoration--and touch--of his adorable, worshiping nephew was more sexually stimulating than anything Zach had ever experienced. Zach finally relaxed the flex and lay his arm down straight again. Amazingly, little Jesse didn't miss a beat: While still touching Zach's resting arm with one hand, the boy moved his other hand up onto Zach's continents of pectoral development. Zach's breath hitched, and he gasped. His hand on Jesse's privates froze. "Does it tickle when I touch you here?" Jesse asked so fucking innocently. "A little, bud. But it feels really good. You're good." Jesse started moving his hand up and over Zach's incomparable chest. Over the mounded striations, into the deep cleavage... and then, onto Zach's nearest nipple. "Oh, fuck," Zach gasped. He resumed fondling Jesse. Jesse giggled. "You said another bad word, Uncle Zach." "Don't worry about it," Zach said with now-closed eyes. He sighed, and felt his chest rise and fall with the kid's hand on it. "Can I pinch it, and play with it, like you're doing with my peepee?" "Yeah," Zach whispered. Jesse began squeezing and pinching Zach's nip. The man was hopelessly sensitive there. His inner-turmoil and argument was basically non-existent now. He felt the tinge of guilt, but his sex drive overrode everything. "Oh, fuck, Jesse. That feels really goooooood." Jesse giggled. He squirmed, and sat up partially. "Can I climb on top of you Uncle Zach?" Zach lay flat on his back, and Jesse rotated and moved totally on top of his uncle. He sat on top of the covers that only came up to Zach's waist. He moved his little hands over Zach's abs, straddling the big man, feeling out Zach's enormous chest, playing with both nipples, watching the big guy writhe with pleasure. "It looks like you like this, right Uncle Zach?" "Yeah, bud. It feels really good to me," Zach said. His eyes were closed. "Your hands are so... good-feeling. Everywhere they touch, it feels good." He lay very still, letting his nephew feel anything and everything on his upper body: Pecs, nips, cleavage, veiny arms, spherical deltoids, bulging traps, and the upper abs. Even Zach's serattus and obliques received attention from the boy's loving, soft hands. Zach groaned regularly now, encouraging Jesse to continue. Jesse, still in his PJs, was sitting right on top of Zach's blanket-covered time-bomb of an erection. Zach could feel every small motion the boy made as he positioned and moved his little ass on top of the enormous log. "Wow, Uncle Zach, your peepee is really big!" Zach was almost panting. Jesse leaned forward and moved his hands up off Zach's rippling abs, onto the half-globes of the man's impossibly-developed pecs. Zach was so fucking turned on he couldn't help but pull his adorable nephew toward his face. Jesse relaxed onto the massive pillows of chest muscle while Zach gently plied the boy's mouth with his tongue, as they'd done before. And as before, Jesse reciprocated. Finally, more needed to be done. "Here, bud," he said as he pushed the boy into a sitting position again. Jesse was straddling Zach--each foot on the outside of Zach's narrow hips. "Let's get your PJs off okay?" Jesse lifted his arms and Zach pulled the shirt off. Then the boy stood up and pushed his bottoms down and his little peepee sprang up. Jesse, now totally naked, looked down at his little-boy erection and smiled. "It likes you a lot, Uncle Zach." He sat back down on Zach's waist, and the oversized log that was Zach's erection wedged between the boys legs, under the blanket. "And your's is so big and hard," Jesse grinned. "I think your's likes me too!" Zach was weak. Even so, he mustered a chuckle. "I think you're right, little buddy." Zach's big hands ran up and down Jesse's naked, smooth body again. After a while, Zach pulled Jesse down, and the boy lay on Zach's chest. "You feel so good--on your skin. It's so warm, and hard," Jesse said. "I like having you on me, Jesse. I love you so much." Inside his boxers, and under the blanket, Zach's erection was leaking pre-cum like a hose. His chest rose and fell, moving Jesse's body up and down. They started kissing again. Fuck, it was amazing how the boy had taken to kissing like this. He seemed very into it. While they kissed, Jesse started twisting one of Zach's nips again. Zach groaned into Jesse's mouth. They went on like this for an eternity, it seemed. Jesse was not tiring of the contact at all. In fact, his little hands kept moving all over his uncle's massive, lean upper-body muscles. Zach had to have more. He'd been teasing himself with tiny, little tastes... bite-sized samples of Jesse. Now he had to have the full meal. He lifted Jesse up and lay him down on his side again. "I think I need to take off my under shorts, bud." He started shimmying them off, being careful not to bump his cock and cause it to crack into a million pieces. "You're right that my penis is very excited about you." He threw the boxers on the floor and lay on his back beside the kid. "Yeah, I know. When I was sitting on it, I thought it was REALLY big. And hard!" Zach lay back down and pushed all the covers off the bed. The room was warm enough, and he wanted to be able to see everything he was doing with the boy. Now he lay next to Jesse--both of them totally naked, both of them totally visible. He could think of nothing more wrong than this. Nothing in the entire world. Yet, he couldn't stop. All the horses on the continent couldn't pull him back from the inevitable climax he now sought with the boy. "Can I touch it?" Jess was staring at Zach's enormous cock as it lay on his delineated abs. Zach sighed. Fuck. God Almighty, yeah. "Yes, you can. Go ahead and feel it if you want." Jesse said nothing. He had to slither down a bit to get his hand in a position where it could reach. When he was ready, he moved it up, over Zach's bare hip, to the center of his abs... and then... he pulled his hand away while he traced down Zach's side. His fingers ended up pushing into Zach's pubes. "Oh, holy fuck," Zach whimpered. "You have a lot of hair around your privates Uncle Zach. Will I get hair like this?" Conversing like this was the last thing Zach wanted to do now. But he pushed out a grunt, and said, "Yes." Jesse moved his fingers farther into Zach's dark forest, then he tickled one of Zach's shaved balls. Zach gasped. Jesse slowly moved his hand up onto his uncle's enormous, hard-as-steel, veiny shaft. "Wow. It is... wow uncle Zach. It is soooo big! Like... as big as my arm!" Jesse's tiny hand began to assess the organ, moving slowly up and down and around it. Lifting, letting it drop back onto Zach's insanely-separated abs, squeezing it.... "Goddddd... dammnnnn...." Zach cursed. "That feels..." he was breathing hard again.... "That feels so fucking good... your little hand." Jesse said, "I'm glad it feels good to you. Because I like touching it. It's really big and hard, Uncle Zach." The kid must have been trained in torture. He was so tender and slow! Zach tried to pull himself together. He quickly arranged a few pillows to support himself, then lifted one arm and put a hand behind his head, knowing that his biceps was bulging all over hell. He tried to look nonchalant while he gazed down to watch little Jesse have fun on his playground of a body. When Jesse's fingers moved down the huge shaft, over the urethra, and felt all those distended veins... and close to Zach's black pubes, the hand stopped. Jesse moved some fingers into the dark forest of pubic hair again. Fuck. Zach hitched on a breath. This was the most stimulating touch he'd ever experienced! Little Jesse... putting his small fingertips into his pubic hair. Fuuuuuuckkkk. Jesse used both hands to explore his uncle's thick pubes--which was the hottest thing Zach could think of ever experiencing. He watched closely. It was at that moment that Zach realized that Jesse had been right: His cock was actually the same size as the boy's forearm; honestly, it was bigger! Fantasies of teaching Jess all about fisting swirled in the man's mind. That'd definitely be some of the hottest shit ever. To have the boy fuck him with his arm? GodDammmmmmn. But that'd have to come much, much later. Like... maybe next week? Then without warning, the boy moved his hand onto Zach's thick shaft again. Jesse caressed it. He lifted it with one hand while he inspected it with the other. When he got to the thick, prominent vein that fed the organ--the really obvious, distended blood vessel, he stopped and ran a little finger back and forth over it. Fucking helllllll this was beyond hot! Zach looked down, lifting his head over the protrusion that was his magnificent chest, and studied the boy while those fingers brushed against his hypersensitive cock. God. In. Fucking. Heaven. Zach watched, completely still, just on the cusp of totally exploding. He gazed down over his magnificent chest, his boulder-like assortment of abdominal muscles, and his he-man-sized cock and balls, while his nephew explored what an ultimate man was like. Jesse's little hand moved through the black pubes some more. The kid was driving Zach absolutely insane. He got more and more comfortable with touching his uncle. He slid his hand up the huge log again; he squeezed the tip of Zach's dripping cock. "Wow, Uncle Zach. It feels so... hard!" "You like touching it, bud?" Zach tried to appear cool, calm, and collected, but he was bugging out at this. God dayuuum. His entire naked body tingled with more excitement than he thought possible. "Wowww! Yeah." Jesse took his big eyes off Zach's organ and looked up at his eyes. "Are you sure this is okay?" "Sure, bud. As long as you like it." "Oh, yeahhhhh. I do." He squeezed the cock again and smiled up at Zach. "Does it feel good when I touch it." "You bet, Jesse.... You have such a nice touch. I like your hand on me." Jesse beamed. "Then maybe you'll let me feel you like this all the time?" "Well, of course that'd have to be only when we're alone." "Yeah, I know. But... sometimes I kinda wish you'd just not have any clothes on at all. Just around the cabin or whatever. You look really good with no clothes." Zach laughed. "Oh really? You'd like to have me just walk around the place with no clothes on at all?" Jesse looked up at him again. He turned pink. "Maybe. Only if you want to." "Well for you, bud, I'd want to. I like it that you like to look at me like that." "I think you have more muscles than anyone I've ever seen," he said. "They are awesome to look at." He looked down at what his hand was doing and continued, "and your peepee is huge too." "I'm glad you approve," Zach chuckled. Jesse laughed. "I do. And I can tell you want me to touch it more." At that, he lifted his hand off Zach's organ and grinned up at him. "You little fucker," Zach laughed. "You like to torture me, huh?" "Maybe." He lowered his hand and resumed playing with Zach. "How do you get it so big like this?" Zach chuckled, "Well, yours'll get bigger and hard as you get older; it's something that happens on its own when you get excited about... about being with someone." "You're excited?" Zach nodded and smiled. "I definitely am, bud. That's why it's so big and hard now. Because I'm so close to you, and because you're touching me." "And because we don't have any clothes on?" "Yeah...." Jesse stared at Zach's upward-throbbing erection. "It keeps moving--like a heart beat." "Yeah, it does," Zach smiled. "I think it likes that you're looking at it; it likes that you are touching it." Zach realized how much he liked anthropomorphizing his cock... like it was a living thing in and of itself. "Really?" He grinned. "I like looking at it--and touching it." The boy was definitely entranced with not only Zach's member, but his entire physique. "And I like feeling all the hair around it down here." His tiny hands and fingers explored the depths of Zach's forbidden forest once again. The boy obviously had a thing for Zach's pubic hair. "There are veins all over it too," Jesse said when he withdrew from the man's pubes and moved back onto the big shaft. He kept examining it. "And... there's like pee or something. But it's clear, and not very much." "That's not pee. It's called pre-cum. It makes it slippery, so that when I put it inside... like inside someone... well... it makes it easier when it's slippery." "Inside?" The wheels were obviously turning in the boy's head. "You mean..." he frowned. Then he thought some more. "You mean, like your finger was? Inside... my butt? Jesse cocked his head. "Does it think it's going to go inside me?" Zach laughed, but tamped it down. "Well, it might think so. But you're kinda little. We'll have to talk about that later." "Would you put it inside my butt? Like your finger was?" He looked confused. "Well... that's something we don't need to worry about right now. And I promise I won't do anything that you don't like." "Why? Why would you put it in my butt?" Zach kept watch of Jesse's little hands. "Well, because it feels really good. And it's a way for two people to get inside each other, and it really shows how much you love someone when you do it. People really like it." "I think I'll like it. But your penis is really big." He leaned forward and inspected more. "You have big balls too. Mine are really little. My penis is really little too. Do you think mine will get as big as yours when I grow up?" "It might. You never know. But I do know for sure that it will get a lot bigger than it is now, bud. You're going to be a big man... everywhere." "Do you think someone will want to touch mine then?" "Well to be honest, I want to touch yours again, right now." "Even though it's little?" "Yeah. I do. I loved touching it before. I think you are so fucking cute, Jesse. I really like being with you. And I like showing everything to you. I can't wait to touch yours more." Jesse stared at the overgrown member, lifting it off Zach's abs... studying it. Touching it. Lightly stroking it, just like Zach had done with his little peepee. Zach's body practically vibrated. FFFfuuuuuuuckkkk," he whimpered. "That feels... so good when you... do that." He let his head fall back onto the pillow; he closed his eyes again--his one hand still behind his head. "I like all the blood vessels." Jesse moved his hand up the shaft. Zach was almost fully-erect now, and Jesse lifted it so it was pointing up... almost to the ceiling. Zach opened his eyes and looked down at him. Jesse had his pointer finger right on Zach's frenulum. He rubbed it a bit and Zach nearly went through the ceiling. Then Jesse moved his fingers, to intercept some of the drooling wetness of his uncle's copiously dripping pre-cum. "You're making lots of the pre-cum stuff." Jesse grinned. "You must really like me to touch you." "Oh, I really do, buddy." Zach produced a lot more pre-cum than most men--and a lot more semen too. When he was in high school, he went to a doctor because he made so much semen when he orgasmed. But he didn't have hyperspermia--where you make way too much jizz. (https://www.healthline.com/health/mens-health/hyperspermia) But the doctor did say Zach was borderline. The man did everything big, apparently. He put out quite a bit more jizz--and pre-cum--than other guys. He could easily push out a half-cup of semen when he came--sometimes a lot more than that. Jesse got serious. "Do you really want to put this inside me Uncle Zach?" Zach laughed. "Well, yeah, I do, Jesse. But that'll have to come later." "Oh. Okay." He resumed his inspection of Zach's genitals. "Fuck, Jesse, I'm so fucking turned on right now. I love it when you touch me. It makes me go weak, bud." Jesse's grin grew bigger. "You can't be weak, Uncle Zach. Just look at all your muscles!" he smiled, wide-eyed. "But I like feeling how hard and big your penis is, Uncle Zach." Jesse repositioned himself so he could get at Zach better. He hefted Zach's balls... slid his hand up and down the veiny shaft... felt the man's gargantuan, undulating quadriceps.... Zach gave him some more time, then asked again--now that the boy was full-on touching ALL of him down there, "What do you think? Do you like touching me like this?" "Yeahhhhh. Your peepee is so hard too. All of you is hard." Jesse pushed down on it and let it flop as he let go of it. "And so big. I like that it's just our secret--that we can do this but no one can know about it." "Exactly Jesse. No one. It's just our fun. Our secret." Zach was as close as you could get to exploding into an orgasm, without actually tipping over the edge. Every soft touch, every tender caress of the boy's hands--he was using both now--brought Zach closer and closer to losing his control. It was inevitable; it wasn't a matter of IF... just WHEN. And the more Jesse teased and fondled Zach's rolling-pin-sized erection and those dangling coconuts, the sooner it was going to happen. Hooooollllly fuck. This was a dream. Jesse's little hand moved up toward the purple helmet. It met another gelatinous glob of pre-cum on the way up, but Jesse didn't stop until his fingers wrapped around the helmet and squeezed. That elicited another large drop of fluid, and Jesse's thumb intercepted it. He was mesmerized. "Wow--the wet stuff keeps coming out." "Do you like holding it?" Jesse nodded. "Yeah. It feels good." Jesse fondled both of his big uncles' testicles--one in each tiny hand. He lifted them in their moist, low-hanging sacs. "They're really big too. I hope mine get this big." Zach said nothing. Fuck this was the hottest. A little boy... touching him... all over, down there. He could lay there all day like this. Jesse met another waterfall of pre-cum with a fingertip and rubbed it all over the shaft. "Does it ever make your pants wet? It seems like a lot." Zach smiled. "Sometimes it does make my underwear wet. It depends on how much I like someone and want them to touch me." Jesse looked up again and smiled. "I like that you want me to touch it. This is fun." "Yes it is, bud." Zach moved his hand down to Jesse's crotch. The little penis pointed up at Zach. "Wow, bud, you must really like having fun like this." "Yeah." Zach flicked the boy's tiny cock with a finger. They both giggled. "I like it when you do that, Uncle Zach." Jesse moved his hands all over the man's cock and balls again. He played with Zach for what seemed like hours. Zach could feel the jizz growling in his balls. He needed to let Jesse know about the inevitable orgasm that was coming. It was unstoppable. And the boy should be prepared for the eruption. "Do you know why people like to stick their peepees inside other people?" he asked Jesse. Jesse shook his head. "It's because then they can have an orgasm inside them. Do you know what that is?" Jesse shook his head again. "That's when the penis gets rubbed really hard for a few minutes. And then it gets even more excited," Zach said. "And when it gets all the way excited, and it feels really, really good, then it starts squirting white stuff out of its peepee slit. It's not pee, just like pre-cum isn't. This stuff is all white, and it is thick, and it squirts hard sometimes. It's called semen; some dudes call it jizz too. And it feels so fucking good when it comes out, Jesse.... Well anyway, it feels good to do that inside someone." "Don't they... I mean... I heard of semen. That's about babies and stuff, isn't it? Isn't that where men put their peepees inside women?" Jesse looked a bit confused. The kid was more informed than Zach had thought. "Yes, they do. In fact I think most men like to do that. And it's how babies get made." Zach was not prepared to discuss this right now. "But some men, like me, like to put their cocks inside other men.... It's just a matter of what you like most." Jesse frowned, contemplating. Zach continued, "I don't know if you've heard of the word, but when a man likes to be with other men--instead of women--it's called Gay." "Oh yeah. I've heard of that. I didn't know what it means though." He looked into Zach's eyes. "Are you gay?" "Yeah, I am, little buddy." "Cool. I kinda wonder what I'll be. But right now, I really want to see what it's like. Can I be gay with you Uncle Zach?" Holy. Fucking. Hell. "Well, I guess.... I mean, yeah. But again, this is just our secret. No one but you even knows that *I* am gay. So it's a big secret, okay? Not only can we not tell others about what you and I are doing, I don't want to tell others... about me being gay... not yet." "Why not?" Zach sighed. He needed to get back to the fun stuff before this convo put a huge bucket of cold water on his libido. "Well... some people don't like it that some guys are gay. Anyway, maybe we can talk about that some more... later. We'll be here at the cabin for a month or so, bud. So right now, I just wanna keep touching each other." "Okay," Jesse said quietly. He thought a moment, while the two of them played with each other. He studied the pre-cum that kept oozing out of the big shaft under his hand. "I wonder what all the white stuff looks like." "Well, that's one reason I brought up the fucking thing... in the butt," Zach said. "Because right now, you're touching mine so good that it might start squirting the white stuff even outside of you." "Really?" Jesse's eyes grew. "Is that okay? Do you want me to stop?" His hand froze on Zach's shaft. "No. No, I don't want you to stop, little buddy," Zach chuckled. "I squirt outside of people all the time. You just rub your cock up and down for a minute. It's called masturbating. Or sometimes it's called jacking off. I rub my cock really hard up and down, and then it feels so good that I have an orgasm, and the jizz--the white stuff--really squirts hard." "Oh. Wow. Can I... can I see? I mean... would you want to do that now?" "Oh fuck, yeah, Jesse." "Cuz maybe... I'd like to see it before you put it inside me. I wanna see what happens when you orgas--" "Orgasm. When I have an orgasm." Jesse started to squeeze Zach's enormous, veiny shaft and stroke him. Still, the kid wasn't very strong. "That's great, bud," Zach said. "Feels so good." "Will I be able to make you have an orgasm?" "You definitely will, buddy. But, it helps if I keep kissing you and stuff. Maybe we can just feel each other and stuff. Then when I start squirting, you'll know what's happening. And I'll probably groan a lot, because it feels so good. My body will get all tight, and my muscles will probably flex a lot and get all hard... and ripply." Jesse's eyes grew, and he smiled. "Wow! I wanna see that." Zach smiled back. "Good." "Okay Uncle Zach." He continued stroking Zach's huge monolith, and the muscle god lay there, letting him. At the same time, Zach kept playing with Jesse's little genitals. Eventually, Zach suggested, "Do you think... well, you know I like kissing you, right? Do you think I could kiss your penis Jesse?" "Really? You want to kiss my peepee?" Zach nodded. "If you want me to." "Well.... Okay." Apparently the kid was getting used to his uncle suggesting new and unusual things to do. He let go of Zach's cock, and lay on his back. He put both hands behind his head and looked down at his up-pointing penis, pointing right at his face. Oh godddddddd.... Zach gazed down at the presented body... the presented genitals. Fucking shhhiitttttt. He'd never fantasized about anything so fucking hot. Zach moved his face down to Jesse's genitals. He slipped one hand, palm up, under the boy's erection and pushed the tiny stick up, into the air. He took Jesse's little gonads in the other hand and fondled them. Then he brought his trembling lips to that miniature, up-raised cock and started kissing it... gently... slowly... tenderly. "Ohhhhhh... oh wow," Jesse said as his body tensed. "That feels... kinda... good." Zach just kept kissing it. He was so careful and slow... erotic. He couldn't believe what he was doing. His own cock threatened to burst. Out of the corner of his eye, Zach saw Jesse, with his hands still behind his head, watching intently. Zack kissed up and down the short, skinny shaft, letting his loving lips caress and appreciate every millimeter. Then he moved his mouth lower and began giving those adorable little olives the attention they obviously deserved, wrapping his appreciative lips around them, and unable to resist, pulling them--one at a time--into his warm mouth to reverently show the boy how incredible every part of his body was. Then he pulled both of them in together and tenderly moved his tongue all over them, moving them within the sacs that held them, moaning while he did it, to make sure Jesse knew the pleasure his balls gave. Zach's erection ached... the pre-cum he was producing was more than most men's ejaculations at this point. His hands trembled; Jesse held perfectly still. God damn, the experience was un-real! Zach nom-nommed and licked and nibbled for what seemed like hours while he moved a big hand up and down the boy's silky-skinned body. Eventually, he brought that middle finger back to Jesse's white ass and pushed inside again. Jesse moaned. "It's okay, bud," Zach said between licks and sucks on the boy's little genitals. "Just relax. It'll feel good." "Yeahhhhhh." Zach's long finger pushed inside Jesse's ass again, and the huge man did his best to stimulate everything--cock, balls, sphincter, and whole body. He sometimes moved one of his hands up Jesse's tender skin, caressing his torso and other places. Zach surrounded Jess' little morsels with his tongue for the longest time, then pulled his mouth off, kissing the sacs lovingly as he moved his lips back onto the boy's penis... skimming the genitals without taking his quivering lips off them as he moved toward the head. When he got to the tip, he kissed it, reverently, tenderly. Then--again without being able to possibly do otherwise--he slowly pulled the shaft into his mouth. Jesse moaned; his body shifted. Zach was tempted to pull off and ask if the boy was okay, but instead, he tenderly went down on Jesse all the way--which didn't take much effort at all. The thing was only a few inches. Zach's huge physique hovered over the boy's small body while he gave his nephew the first blow job of his life. He quickly realized that he could easily open his mouth just a bit more, and pull Jesse's entire genital cluster inside his warm, wet mouth--cock and balls together. He groaned as he did so. The mini-carrot and olives were a feast like Zach had never had. He was slow, and thoughtful, making sure to suckle everything... to the boy's greatest pleasure. Jesse seemed to hold his breath; Zach sensed that the boy was adjusting his hands, and yes... in a moment Zach felt Jess' little hands move onto his head, gently holding his uncle in place. Fffuuuuuuuck. Jesse was really enjoying this. Zach moved his tongue over cock and nuts, enjoying the occasional groan he was able to elicit from the kid. This seemed to go on forever. Eventually, he pulled off though. He resumed kissing and licking the cock, and made sure that no part of the boy's genitals was overlooked. When he looked up at Jess' face, he saw a little boy lost in pleasure. "Wwwooooow," Jesse moaned. "Wow." When Zach pulled up, Jesse said, "Can I do that to yours now?" Zach lay on his back again, offering access. "If you want, bud, sure. Go ahead. You can lick it. And kiss it." He put his hand back behind his head and gazed down his muscled body while Jesse got to work. Jesse moved his face to Zach's giant organ. He leaned forward and stuck out his tongue. He licked it tentatively, tenderly--just like his uncle had done to his. Then more. He pulled his tongue in and kissed the rigid shaft. He licked it more. "You can lick it and kiss it all you want, bud. It feels really good when you do that. It'll help me have an orgasm for sure." "I liked it when you did it to me. And I wanna make you feel good too." Jesse got more enthusiastic now. Licking it wet. Kissing the very tip of the head. Rimming the lip of the head with his wet tongue... licking all over that head, even sticking the tip of his tongue inside the piss slit. "You can suck on it too, if you want." Zach was nearly panting. "Like I did yours." Jesse grabbed the shaft with one hand and Zach's balls with the other. He kissed up the shaft, towards the tip. GodDamn. Zach was gonna lose it. When Jesse got to the tip and licked it nice and wet, the big man shuddered. He was going to erupt if he didn't push down this overwhelming desire. Jesse pushed his lips around the soft skin of Zach's cock-head; he pulled it inside his little mouth. He was barely able to get much more than just the head itself. His little lips wrapped around it and he closed his mouth over it tightly. "Shhhhhhhiiiiit," Zach hissed. His eyes closed. He put his hands on Jesse's head, gently, and let the boy do what he wanted. He opened his eyes and watched intently while Jesse gave him a little-boy blow job. "Fuuuuck, Jesse," he moaned. "That feels sooooo good. Sooooo good." Jess sucked on his uncle for longer than Zach thought he would. When he finally came up for air, he looked up at Zach with a big grin. "Wow. This is fun." "Do you like sucking on it?" Zach was so far gone; he felt only semi conscious. "Yeah... it's so big. It kinda tastes sweaty too. And I think I got some of that pre-cum stuff." "What do you think about that?" "It's weird. Salty too. But I like it. Is it okay if I swallow it? It's not like pee is it?" "You can swallow it all you want bud. Lots of people like to." Jesse turned his head at an angle. "Do you let lots of people suck on your cock?" Zach chuckled. "Yeah, some." "Oh." "I like it a lot when you do, bud; you're the best of all." Jesse smiled at that. "Even though I'm just a little boy?" Zach could have melted. Jesse was so sweet. "Especially because you're a little boy. It makes me really hard and excited that you want to, Jesse. I especially like it when YOU do it. You're MY little nephew, and I'd rather have you do it than anyone, actually." That got an even bigger grin out of the boy. "Good. Because I like doing it." With no warning, he got back to business. Zach cursed. "Oh, fuuuuuck that feels so good. Sometimes a guy will suck on it and that's when I come--have an orgasm." "In his mouth? While he's sucking?" Jesse pulled off with huge eyes. "Yeah. It feels so good." "But isn't it gross? I mean... you squirt in his mouth?" "Yeah, I do. People do it all the time. Sometimes they even swallow it." "Really? Wow." "But you don't have to, bud. You can just pull off and watch if you want to." Jesse resumed, trying to force as much of Zach's hard cock into his mouth. Of course, it wasn't like getting a full-on blow job. But Jesse was holding on to the shaft hard, now. And the boy's lack of being able to go very far down was replaced by just how fucking hot it was to be lying next to Jesse, sharing his whole body with him, and just enjoying this moment together. Having those little hands move up and down his hard shaft... feeling those fingers lift his balls... those little lips on his cock... Jesse's little tongue licking it all over.... Jesse easily got the hang of going down on his uncle. For such a small boy, he did a good job. Zach was going to burst any second. There was no stopping it now. "Jesse... holy fuck... your hands... your mouth... lips... tongue...you're gonna make me...." Zach could feel his body tighten. He was getting there. "If you take both hands... and then squeeze my cock really hard with both of them... wrap your fingers all the way around it... and then push down on it... then stroke up a bit.... Then push down hard... while you squeeze it as hard as you can...." His voice faded out as Jesse started following directions. The boy was masturbating Zach full on now... sometimes licking the shaft too... sometimes kissing the head and sucking on it... always squeezing hard on it and pushing it down... hard... and then up... and down.... Jesse's eyes grew. He looked up at Zach, and the awe on the boy's face did it. Jesse had barely applied any pressure to Zach... and that was the secret: tender, soft, stroking, seductive... torture. "Jesse... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... start..." He was panting. His entire body throbbed. "I'm gon... start... squirting.... Hold on...." His rippling body tightened, and he instinctively flexed--everything. Holy shit he'd never experienced anything like this. Involuntarily, lying on his back, he moved into a lying-down, most-muscular pose. Every vein on his body stuck out. He reddened. He bulged while little Jesse held tightly on to the upraised shaft. "Oooohhhhhhhh!" Zach froze into a marble statue. Nothing moved, except for his twitching, bouncing cock under Jesse's grip. And then.... "Ho-leeeeeeee... fffffffuuuuuuccck!" Zach sobbed. His head snapped from side to side. Jesse obviously sensed something was happening. He pulled back even more, and watched the show. Zach was almost unable to breathe, yet he panted harder and harder, flexing his cock under Jesse's little hands while the kid kept pushing down on it as hard as he could push. "KKKeeeep pushing... push down on it... only... pushing down, with both... han...." Zach EXPLODED with a painful growl. Through clenched teeth, he yelled, "Jjjjjjesssssssss!" as his cock started blasting long ropes of cum up into the air. "Fuck, fuck! Fuck! Holy shiiiiiiit!" His semen glistened in the air, it's white essence glowing. He shot stream after stream--ribbons so thick, and so long that they were almost unbroken. "Jeeeesssuuuusss Chhhrissssssst!!!!" Jesse kept pushing down, but his eyes grew huge. He watched while his big muscle-man's cock became a fountain. Zach cursed and moaned, flexing his body then relaxing it... his hands bunched the sheets beside him. And he just kept shooting. The boy watched silently. Whenever Zach was able to open his eyes, he saw a wide-eyed little boy, watching his uncle's jizz burst vertically into the air. It landed on Zach's torso... his abs and chest... and a few squirts got onto Jesse's little arm. Then more. Much more. An uninformed bystander might indeed suspect that the huge bodybuilder did indeed have hyperspermia. Fuck he was putting out a LOT. When he was done, Zach opened his eyes; he looked down. Jesse was splattered with his uncle's cum. And a trail of his semen stretched out across Zach's own torso, onto his face, and up onto the headboard. Zach had never blown this much in his life. "Wow, Uncle Zach! Wowwwwww!" Zach panted hard. His body heaved with his breaths. As he came down from his high, he ruffled his nephew's hair and smiled. "Wow, bud. That was... fucking amazing. Felt sooooo gooooooood." Jesse said, "I know cuss words are bad. But you cuss a lot when you do sex stuff, don't you, Uncle Zach." Zach laughed. "Yes, I do. I definitely do, bud. You can cuss too, as long as it's just you and me, okay?" He chuckled to himself at the idea that someone might be upset with their cussing... as opposed to what he had just done with the boy. Then the thought came: What about what the two of us WILL do, over the rest of this month-long vacation? __ __ More in Chapter Two -- -- Your feedback is appreciated! d.praved.mann@proton.me -- -- Please support nifty! I do, every month! If you benefit from the FREE service Nifty provides YOU, please show your tangible support: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html