Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2007 18:22:05 -0700 From: Rio Mack Subject: Fishing Opener 2 (gay/incest) Fishing Opener, part 2 By Rio Mack DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex. As Tommy and his uncle emerged from the blissful haze of that first glorious fuck, the older man slapped the younger boy's smooth, round ass, saying in that rough, lusty voice of his, "C'mon, stud, let's hit the water. Time for some fun in the sun." Tommy watched dreamily as his nude muscle-hunk of an uncle bounded out of bed, his hard muscles a symphony of athleticism. Pete's body was accented with light fur in just the right places, adding heightened sexy tones to his musculature. And that killer, ultra-macho crewcut and thin beard - God, thought Tommy, what a total wet dream my stud of an uncle is! He jumped up and frolicked right behind Pete, like a frisky young puppy, dick wagging excitedly. Tommy looked down at his teen prick, thinking of the amazing workout it had just gotten. His cock seemed to be sighing with satisfied pleasure; it looked fat, plump, ripe, and juicy as it curved down over his big ballsac. All full and pumped, he realized, just like his muscles did after a hard work-out. And man, Tommy smiled to himself, that was about the best work-out his young cock had ever had. He couldn't imagine more satisfying sex. About all he wanted right now was more of the smae, the sooner the better. He'd always been horny as hell, and now, at last, he'd found the most awesome outlet for his rampaging hormones. Pete opened the French doors to the deck and reached out to get something. Tommy felt his dick stir at the sight of that hard, furry, muscular ass as his uncle bent over. Pete rose up holding a cooler, which he put on a kitchen counter; next he opened the freezer, pulled out a bag of ice, ripped it open, and emptied it loudly into the cooler. Then he proceeded to stock it with about a dozen cans of cold beer from the fridge. He slammed the cooler closed, then reached back into the fridge and grabbed two more beers. He threw one to Tommy and popped the top on the other one. "Aaah," he smiled, after a nice long guzzle, "nothing like a cold beer after a hot fuck." Tommy could only stare in awe; sex was oozing out of every pore of this stud. Pete strode around the counter to nephew, set his beer down, and slowly stroked the boy's lean shoulders and arms, then lingered over his long, smooth prick. "And, damn, that sure was one hot fuck, stud, no doubt. Shit, Tommy, are you ever fine." He was jacking both their hard, jutting pricks now with one huge hand. Tommy moaned, loving the raw, honest passion of man/boy sex - he was so hungry to explore, learn, find out everything about how to please himself and another guy; and his older uncle had so much to teach him, and such an incredible body to use as a teaching tool. He kissed Pete fervently, letting his fingers wander all around that hair-dusted set of hard, ripped abs. "Fuck, Pete. This is the best fuckin' time of my life. I feel so fuckin' alive with you! Shit, I just wanna have as much sex with you as I can." "That's a given, dude," Pete said gruffly. "Eric & I'll give you all the ass and dick you can handle, and then some." Pete stopped jacking them and held Tommy close, letting their hard wet straining cocks mash together as they pressed their bodies close. His strong, knowing fingers were deep and insistent as they traveled down to the boy's smooth, shaved, cum-glazed crack. The huge load he'd just fucked into the young pup was slowly trickling out. Pete smiled and pushed his finger in further, till it submerged in the thick gob of man-cream still sloshing around in there. "Here," Pete purred, as he took out a cum-coated finger and held it to the boy's lips. Tommy took it gratefully when it reached his lips. Using both hands, he held Pete's big, bronzed hand and licked that finger clean, all up and down - slowly, sensually, wantonly - doing to that long, hard, thick finger what he was dying to do to Pete's long, hard, thick cock. Fuck, Pete thought, what a hot little fuck I've got for a nephew. This is so fucking fine, having a cute young boy to teach love-makin' to. To have him arrive in this innocent state, so fresh, so willing. And so fucking sexy. Christ, I'm gonna love this. He gave Tommy a quick, passionate peck on the lips then reached across the counter for a box. Tommy watched, then grinned, as his uncle pulled out a small pipe and a pinch of pot. "I'm gonna have a few tokes before we hit the dock. You smoke?" "Fuck, yeah!" Tommy cried, anxious to get high with his muscle-stud sex-god of an uncle. "Well, I s'pose I can't initiate you into EVERY vice," Pete laughed. "Don't worry, Pete, the vice you are schoolin' me in is just fine," Tommy cracked. Pete deftly put a big pinch of bud on the zinc countertop, mashed it up to get the seeds out, then packed his one-hitter tightly. He lit it, took a nice long drag, and passed it to his nephew. They each had two puffs, then Pete filled the pipe again; two more puffs each. "This stuff won't knock you on your ass," he said to his young nephew, exhaling a huge lungful of smoke. "It's just good, heavy body dope. Eric and I love it. Makes you horny as hell, then makes fucking a goddamn mind-blower." "Awesome!" Tommy enthused. He felt buzzed already. To be here, naked, his long hard dick straining proudly, his hard lean musculature displayed for his very appreciative uncle. There was a mix of nervousness, disbelief, hyper-elation, and total boned-up lust whoosing through his mind and body right now. The dope and beer, he knew, would set a match to the whole volatile mix. He took a couple big swigs of beer as his uncle put his pot and pipe away in the wooden box. He just marveled at the way that raw, cut, muscle-hunk moved, that perfectly furred body was mesmerizing; it was like staring into thick, rippling water, Pete's body moved so fluidly. And that long, luscious, half-hard cock swaying as he moved - oh fuck! Tommy could still scarcely believe this wasn't a dream. He walked over and stroked that huge thick stiffness, thrilling in the feel of that warm fleshy firmness in his fingers; it seemed to pulsate with power, as if he could feel the blood pumping through those awesomely lickable veins running up and down that huge, hefty shaft. He gave his uncle a deep soul-kiss. The pot and booze were way kicking in. "Mmmmm," Pete growled, "you feel so fucking fine. Christ, Tommy, I am SO fucking happy you're here! To have a hot boy like you around, specially one as beautiful as you - shit, are you ever gorgeous - and so sexed-up and hungry for action; damn, it's such a fuckin' treat. You young dudes get so hot, so hard, so fast, it's all us older studs can do to keep up with you." Then Pete added, with a sexy glint in his eye, "But I'll fuckin' give it my best shot, don't worry." Tommy smiled devilishly, then got down on his knees and devoured his uncle's cock. The rapture of taking that huge tool in his hot, hungry mouth - of having it fill his mouth with its awesome masculine power and energy - fuck, it was an even more powerful drug to Tommy than the pot. He attacked it ravenously. "Oh fuck YES, you fucking little horndog! SUCK that man-cock! FUCK, are you ever learning fast how to suck a man's cock." Seeing that young, pretty-boy mouth, virgin until today, struggle so desperately to take in every inch of his huge man-cock was such a turn-on for Pete. He'd broken in many boys over the years and it was always a kick to watch a young stud discover his passion for man-meat. He held Tommy's head as his willing young pupil showed off his new skills. Tommy was everywhere on his uncle's huge jutting stiffness - licking all along the shaft, swirling the head, bobbing his mouth up and down that long thick fuck-stick as far as he could, then jacking, sucking, tonguing, licking, kissing, all with as much ball- and ass-play as possible. His uncle was moaning in sheer stoned delight. "Fuck, what a hot fucking lover you are, Tommy," he gasped, overwhelmed with the focre of the boy's passion. He's just like me, Pete thought, wants sex 24/7. "Shit, you fine-ass little fuck," Pete chanted, falling into a panting drone of dirty talk as the boy ministered to his tool. "You're just like me, all you want is hot nasty man-sex. I could get off twenty times a day; bet you could, too. This big, thick stud-cock o' mine's ready for whatever you can dish out, you randy little fuck! OH FUCK YESSS!! Too fuckin' SWEET!!" Tommy was laving his balls and ass-crack while jacking his cock rapidly. "Lick that big hairy nutsac, you hot little shit! Tongue that fuckin' hole!!! Make me fuckin' cum!!! Gonna drench the fuckin' shit outta you when I shoot!!" Pete was way in the zone now; Tommy'd got him boned and blazin'. "Shit," his uncle panted, semi-deliriously, "lay down!" And immediately the two of them fell into a hot, slurpy, very stoned 69 session. Their bodies and minds and libidos were one - a rushing unstoppable torrent of sheer masculine sex-lust. Pete licked and slobbered greedily over the boy's surprisingly long, perfectly smooth hardness, then began furiously deep-throating him. The sounds of Tommmy's young, cock-starved mouth licking and lapping his uncle's huge hard dick were now punctuated by sharp little gasps of utter ecstasy as he felt Pete's hot mouth and throat totally envelop his straining young cock. Tommy was still conscious enough to savor all the incredible grace-notes that made up this symphony of male pleasure: his uncle's tongue, doing such amazing things to his shaft and cock-tip as his mouth pistoned up and down; the electric touch of his uncle's fingers as they danced across his smooth lean body, tickling his ass, thighs, calves; and the almost unbearable delight of his sexy beard and crewcut stubble as they scraped his thighs and lower abs. The sensations of man-sex were so fucking exquisite, he realized dreamily. Then he set his mind back to pleasuring that huge leaky cock of Pete's. "Oh this sweet young meat!" his uncle panted, coming up off that hard, wet boy-cock for a second, to catch his breath. "Fuck, do I ever go for this! Eric and I are so into built young muscle-boys like you! So fucking hot and smooth and luscious! Mmmm, and to think, my own damn nephew! Oh Tommy, this is just too fuckin' sweet!" They were both dying to get off again, amped as hell at each other's bodies. Hands played everywhere - balls, asses, cracks, abs - as they sucked. Soon, they were face-fucking each other with desperate abandon, and each had a couple fingers dug deep and wriggling in the other's ass. They only needed another minute more before first Tommy, then Pete came with violently gushing, heart-tripping fury. "FUCK!" Pete yelled gruffly, as he blasted rope after rope of thick hot cum all over the young cock-hounds face and chest, "you are fucking hot as hell!" "Shit, Pete," Tommy groaned, smearing that thick cream all over his face and pecs, "fuckin' no one sexier than you, man." They took a minute to catch their breaths and slow their heartbeats as they cooled down from another of what they both knew would be many lust-fevered sessions like this. Tommy kept scooping up cream and licking his fingers clean. Pete's jizz was now like ambrosia to him. He could guzzle it by the glassful. "All right," Pete said, slapping his nephew's ass again, "NOW can we get down to the dock? Or do I have to fuck you a time or two before we can even get out the door?" "Sure," Tommy said sheepishly, "sorry. Guess I got carried away. Your naked, ripped, totally hot muscle-hunk body has this odd effect on me." Tommy slipped into his shower sandals, and his uncle stepped into his flip flops. Then Pete hoisted the cooler onto his shoulder, and they headed down to the dock, their big thick dicks flopping and bouncing as they walked. Their cabin sat atop a tall point on land. The rocky shore was about a hundred feet high, so you had to go down a long wooden stairs to reach the water. At the bottom of the stairs was a huge L-shaped dock. There was a canoe, a motor boat, and a sail boat tied up at various spots along the dock. In the corner of the L was the sauna Eric and Pete had installed. The water was very deep at the rocky shore-line, so swimmers could jump in from the rocks or the dock. Pete had a huge raft - about twenty square feet - anchored about fifty yards past the end of the dock; with that there, plus parallel to it, about twenty yards away, a small island of rock jutting up from the lake, big enough that two pines were growing on it, and motor boats stayed away - so swimmers could frolic with no worries, as could bare-assed dudes on the dock. It was very secluded, a mighty sweet set-up. The two walked side by side down the length of the dock, cupping each other's asses. Tommy beamed as he glanced down and saw their dicks swinging freely. This was the way he always wanted to be - relishing in pure, bodily, sensual enjoyment with other totally built studs. Oh fuck, did it ever feel right. He always loved being nude at home as much as possible, but he had to do it privately, secretly, shamefully. But now he saw he wasn't weird at all for luxuriating in the pleasure of his naked, well-worked body. If Pete and Eric also took such a strong, elemental delight in nudity, then Tommy knew it was manly as hell. No wonder those two hot studs loved being up here; it was a male paradise, a place where a man could be wonderfully himself, in the company of other men, able to indulge deeply in the masculine basics - sex, play, athleticism, and enough drink and drug to get the buzz that would heighten those needs - all amid the serene calm of natural beauty. Naked, or near-naked, delighting in their own nudity and the beauty of others, showing off their hot bodies to each other as a kind of slow, simmering sexual tease. And then, when that deep, strong demand for sex with a like-minded dude arose - as it did so often for men, Tommy realized now - all a guy had to do was just reach out and start sucking, stroking, kissing, licking, fucking. This wasn't a vacation, he realized: this was real life, his life. There was a trace of sadness as he thought to himself: what I'll have to go back to at home, my 'normal' way of life, that's the unreal fantasy. But as he drank in the sunlit scene, ogling his uncle's lithe ripped musculature as Pete spread out big beach towels and got another beer for each of them - had they finished the first one already? cool, Tommy smiled - he brushed aside any thoughts of the scene back home and savored each wonderful moment in this all-male pleasure-zone. "Nice up here, innit?" Pete smiled. He had put on sunglasses - if possible, they made him look even sexier. "It's incredible," Tommy sighed. His uncle strode over with another full pipe. "'Nother hit before we get to splashin'?" Tommy took it gratefully. As he breathed in deeply, feeling the sweet smoke from the bud-resin fill his young chest, he seemed to be inhaling his whole surroundings - the rocks, the pine, the dock, the water, the sun, his uncle, their bodies, their cocks, their sex. It was like he was taking in a whole new life, a new identity as a sexy gay stud. Tommy was filled with an energy and bliss that felt absolutely amazing. He felt more mature somehow, smoking, drinking, sucking, and fucking with this incredibly hot muscle-hunk. For the first time in his life, he thought of himself as a hot, sexy stud. For the past couple of years, as his body had developed, he knew he was cute, hot-looking - but now, he felt like a truly sexual animal: strong, confident, sleek, like a powerful cat. His dick was hard and full again. It felt wonderful to be stiff and thick and jutting out here in the midst of this antural beauty; it made him feel like some primitive erotic native, whose simple life consisted of gathering food, fishing, and lots of sweaty, primal fucking with his fellow hard-bodied warriors. And fuck, Pete was the tribal chieftain, no damn doubt about that. He looked at his uncle, whose cock was thick and hard, too. He'd never get tired of looking at Pete's dick - erect, as it was now, the veins were in high relief and that big cockhead looked so damn sexy juuuuussst barely peaking out of that thick sleeve of foreskin - it looked like it was winking at Tommy. He savored that veiny thickness, watching it sprong and bounce as Pete walked across the dock to put his bud pipe down on a small wooden table, then walk over to grab a float. Shit, he thought, me and my uncle sure get each other totally boned up and randy. Fuck, are we ever hot for each other. Tommy loved it: he used to be embarassed as hell when he threw a rod around other guys (and now he understood WHY he threw a rod around other guys), but here it seemed totally natural, totally necessary, to sport wood with another hot stud. Damn, guys' hard, stiff, jutting pricks were so fucking gorgeous. He looked down at his own - smooth, straight, longer than most guys' his age, and that sweet wet tip that lets you know a dude's excited. It's like we're some kind of cool jungle animal, he thinks, and this is some wild-ass, obscenely beautiful sex-horn we got growing out of the depths of our male being. Shit, he laughed to himself, are you ever stoned. He guzzled the rest of his beer. Pete did the same. High on pot, alcohol, the cabin, the sun, and man-lust, Tommy just gazed at Pete. He could feel his stiff cock throb and pulsate as he watched his beautifully muscular uncle lift up an air mattress with both hands and raise it up over his head. That perfectly proportioned body stood ramrod straight, poised beautifully, muscles coiled and cock erect. What a snapshot, Tommy thought, painfully regretting he didn't bother to bring his camera. How does he get his body so fucking ripped like that? He reminded himself to ask his uncle if they could work out together while he was up here. He had to learn the secret to a perfect body. Then Pete flung the float yards across the lake, using all the coiled power in those ripely-carved muscles. He dived in, making hardly any splash, his beautiful torso knifing the water, then he swam over to the float, strong arms rippling with force and control, hard tanned muscular ass bobbing sexily above the water. Pete reached the float, then effortlessly hoisted his perfectly sculpted nude body up on it. Damn, Tommy thought, mouth dry again with lust, his physique is just incredible, carved to perfection. Every movement of his becomes a lusciously sensual ode on the homoerotic. Pete smiled as he lay back on the float, hands crossed in back of his head. His long cock was soft again, so it sprawled sexily down along one thigh, his massive, bulging ballsac draped tastily on the other. Shit, did it ever look luscious. The whole scene was like a XXX-rated porn shot, the kind Tommy loved to jerk off to. The strong sun made the water glisten off Pete's tanned, cut muscles, as if someone had casually strewn precious gems over that gorgeous body. His fur was now damp and plastered over his chest and legs, setting off the muscles in even higher relief. Tommy was mesmerized by that cock, those ripped abs, that sexy face with its macho haircut and beard. He looks like some totally awesome merman prince or something, Tommy thought, some kind of mythical male creature personifying serious, hard-core sexuality, a fantasy being as drawn by a master of gay erotica. He just gazed at his hot uncle and jacked his long thick boy-cock, stroking himself now the way he would in front of porn on his laptop. Shit, he laughed to himself, he felt like he could easily shoot again. Fuck, it's Testosterone City up here! The sun, the beer, the pot, the hot hunky muscle - shit could I ever fucking get used to this! He's gonna be shooting that sweet luscious boy-cream of his all day, every day on this trip. Doubtless there'd be some more sex with Pete before his brother and Eric got home, then - damn! maybe something with him and Eric before dinner, then sex with Pete and Eric later, and who knows what inbetween? His teen prick was hard and ready, and all the beefcake up here had his balls churning up loads of juice as fast as he could squirt it. Aw shit, could there BE a better vacation for a hot young sexed-up stud like himself, just blossoming into gayness? "Damn," Pete said, "I could lie hear all day and watch you jack that fine-ass dick all day, but come on, sport, get wet! Grab a float and join me! Let's romp like we used to!" Tommy liked the sound of that - he'd loved all the great sport and games with his uncle growing up. Now, more of the same, except now they were older, so they could add another game to the mix - the best game, Tommy smiled to himself as he padded across the dock, his hard dick bouncing and bobbing, feeling every inch a hot-blooded young male. He grabbed an air mattress, and was about to throw it, but Pete called, "Toss me a cold one before you get in!" He lobbed Pete a beer, then flung his float as far as he could. LIke his uncle had, he executed a perfect dive off the edge of the dock and raced in the water after his float. He hoisted himself up on it and lay on his stomach, at peace with the world. A huge heron suddenly swooped by, from out of nowhere. Tommy was amazed. "Gorgeous, ain't they?" he heard his uncle call. Tommy agreed. But then, everything was gorgeous up here. He delighted in the feel of the warm sun on his young, lean muscles and his nice round ass. He loved his uncle's sexy all-over tan. He could hardly wait to get that nice bronze color on his bare ass, that unmistakable stamp that would let the other boys in the gym know he was into the sophisticated sexiness of nude tanning. And to this really in the know, he figured, it would tell 'em he was a fuckin' hot young gay stud. Damn, he thought, if guys back home start getting a strong gay vibe from him, he might suddenly have a steady stream of hot young boys to have fun with. Shit, did that ever sound hot! He'd have to find out from Eric and Pete how he could be subtle yet unmistakable in advertising his new sexual preference to the hotties in high school. He definitely wanted to get into whatever gay social scene there was among the hot athletes in his class; that was priority number one when he got back. His uncle paddled over to him. When he pulled up close, he rubbed the boy's smooth ass with slow, lazy stroke. Tommy smiled and reached over and idly jacked his uncle's huge thickness with an equally slow stroke. They were two studs warming each other up for another round on a lazy sunny afternoon at the lake. "So, just how long you stayin'?" Pete asked, unable to hide the hopeful note in his voice. "Only a couple days. Ryan's plan was we'd fish the long weekend, then head home late Monday afternoon." "Shit, that's way too early!" his uncle pouted. "We're up here another week and a half, then we come back up for six weeks in early August. Damn, son, why'n't you stay longer? Eric's got these two eighteen year-old studs from his gym coming up for our second week. They're straight, he says, but I don't think it'll be too long til they start achin' for a taste o' dick. Be a lot of fun for you, helpin' us show a coupla young straight studs what hot sex is all about. Eric says they're fuckin' gorgeous." Tommy knew he would find a way to do it, with or without Ryan. And he knew he'd be back up here for at least another month in August. Shit, this was his world now. No way was he gonna pass up a chance for life the way he now needed to live it. "Damn, Pete. I'd love to. Count mean in. And if you'd let me come back with you guys in August, too, that'd be so fucking hot. What an incredible summer that would be!" "Hot!" cried Pete, his finger really working Tommy's hole now, just as Tommy was really jacking him. Pete wanted nothing more that this sweet-ass stud of a nephew to be his boy-toy protegˇ for the summer, to show him every fucking rope he could. That's exactly what a hot gay uncle should do for his gorgeous young nephew. By September, Tommy would be the smoothest young gay stud in the state. Shit, he was gonna cut a cum-drenched swath through all the hot boys in his high school next year, Pete thought proudly. "I'll talk with Ryan later tonight," Tommy went on, thinking aloud. "I'll stay whether he wants to or not. Shit, I think Mom would just as soon have me away as home and in her hair. I know my step-dad would. But fuck," he whined, working Pete's massive hardness, "what the fuck'm I gonna do without you in July?" "Oh, I don't know . . . ." Pete couldn't resist it; with the news of almost an entire summer dallying with his hot young nephew, he felt like a giddy young seventeen year-old himself, "maybe you could, uh, just take a lot of nice . . . [and here he subtlely separated himself from Tommy's float] . . . cold . . . [and now he had his strong hands grasping the side of Tommy's float; Tommy had a questioning expression on his face, wondering why Pete had broken up their hot little floating foreplay session] . . . SHOWERS!!!" He skillfully upended Tommy's float in one huge whoosh. Then he paddled away from his drenched, sputtering nephew like mad. It was on. Tommy was amped: the sex could wait; he was totally up for some boyish horseplay. An expert young swimmer, he dove under. Pete looked around in a panic, not knowing where his nephew was, wanting to be ready for a sneak attack. He peered at the water around him, looking for a flash of untanned skin. But the sun on the water was too bright, he couldn't make out much of anything below the surface. Suddenly he felt a jolt, right under hhis butt. He reached over to pester his nephew away, but he reached the wrong way - his lunge to one side, plus his nephew's momentum coming up on the other side, sent him toppling. Floatless now, the two naked mer-warriors went at it. Pete tried to swim under Tommy and jolt him, but all he got was his cock pulled and ass slapped by his slippery eel-like nephew. He rose up out of the water to catch his breath, but had hardly a second above surface when he screamed out a loud "FUCK!!" as he felt Tommy, still underwater, dig his fingers into his asshole. He tried to pinion Tommy between his legs, but the young sprite easily swam away - not, however, before giving his cock and balls another yank. He saw Tommy surface yards away. Christ, he was a fast swimmer! "Give up, old man?" Tommy mocked, wiping water out of his eyes. He was loving this, a boy again with his cool-ass uncle. "Not on your fuckin' life, you young shit! This is MY turf! Prepare to feel my wrath!" Pete had an idea. He knew how deep he could swim, so he dove and dove, then he tried to estimate where Tommy would swim to, to try to dodge his attack. He had gone left before, so Pete figured he might head the other way. His chest starting to feel the pressure, he strained his arm and leg muscles furiously and shot straight up. As he rose, he saw a flash that looked like pale skin. He headed for it. Bingo! His head banged right into Tommy's butt. The force of his lunging swimstrokes totally overwhlemed the dog-paddling Tommy. Pete gave no quarter; he took a deep gulp of air and flung his body right onto Tommy's, grasping the boy to him, their hard bodies and cocks pressing together exquisitely. This was the kind of full-contact play Pete would have never dared try when Tommy was younger. Now, it was anything goes, the more hard-core the better. "Ready to say 'uncle'?" Pete quipped. "NEVER!" Tommy sputtered, secretly loving every minute of this, relishing the feel of their hard wet straining cocks pressed balls-tight together. Tommy still clasped in his strong arms, Pete rolled to and fro in the water with his smooth, sexy young captive. The constant, jostling cock-mashing was delicious. He and Tommy kissed hungrily as Pete swooshed them about in the water. Tommy's hands were on Pete's ass, exploring his crack. He knew what Tommy wanted. "Say 'uncle,' admit I'm the superior waterlord, and I'll maybe let you have your first tatste of ass," he purred sexily, "if you can best me at one more contest." "Uncle! Uncle! Uncle! Uncle, I wanna fuck this hot muscle-ass o' yours so bad, I can't stand it! What's the next contest?" "First, I need another beer," Pete rasped, delighting in the sweet teasing, letting Tommy go as long as he could until he screamed for his first taste of hot, hairy man-ass. He let Tommy go, and they both swam to the docks, their cocks hard and aching for another go-round. Pete cracked another 2 beers, handed one to his horn-dog nephew. They were both permanently hard now, so they sipped beers, stroked each other, and caught their breaths. Tommy was more invigorated than he'd ever been in his life. "This is so fucking awesome!!!" he cried, after a deep swig of beer and a long slow stroke on Pete's huge vein-covered hardness. They alternated swigs of beer with kisses. Pete filled and passed the pipe again. Tommy realized that his uncle's pleasures - beer, pot, water sports, and really hot sex - were exactly his. Their lust just grew beautifully warmer with the sun, water, and fresh air around them. Tommy let his can drop and stroked his uncle's ass, fingering it wantonly. His other hand played with the fur and nipples on that chiseled chest. The sun, pot, beer, and all that sexy jock muscle had them both randy as hell. "Christ," Tommy said sexily, "I feel like my cock's gonna explode! Shit, I bet I could cum maybe ten, twelve more times today. What's up with this place? It's like Dude-Sex Paradise." "Mmmm," Pete said, ready to go down on that sweet smooth hardness of his nephew, "that's why we like it up here so much." He bent down and slowly slurped and licked on that tasty piece of boy-meat, getting it harder and wetter, teasing it a little before its first fuck. Tommy just sighed and made low, guttural noises. His wordless vocalizations seemed to come from a place he didn't even know existed in his body - some secret sound-organ that had finally been activated. Finally, he couldn't stand it any more. "Shit, Pete, what's the next contest? If I don't stick this cock in that hot hairy hole o' yours, no telling what's gonna happen." Pete gave in. He wanted that teen prick plugging his ass as much as Tommy. Even more, he wanted to take Tommy to another plateau of man-pleasure. Once he gets his first taste of ass-fucking . . . well, Pete just smiled and gave that gorgeous young prick one last slurp. "OK, the last event in the contest for Lord High Waterlord is a swim-race to the raft and back." "Shit," Tommmy smiled, "that all?" He rubbed his long wet hardness up and down in Pete's hairy crack. Fuck was that ass gorgeous - all glutes, all muscle. "Prepare to give it up, dawg. I'm makin' varsity swim team next year. No way your tired old ass is gonna beat me. Shit, my first real fuck." He was rubbing and poking his wet stiffness in lewdly. "This is gonna be sweet as hell. I dreamt o' this ass last night!" "You lose, and I get another fuck at this tight little hole!" Now it was Pete's turn to prod and wriggle his huge finger up Tommy's hot little boy-hole. "Fuck," Tomy gasped, "sorta a win-win situation for both of us, isn't it? But fuck it, I want that ass." As much as he hated to, he pulled Pete's hand away and started dry-fucking him again, causing Pete to moan in anticipation. He reached round and stroked his uncle's long thick monster while he purred sexily in his ear, "I'm gonna plow that man-hole o' yours harder than it's been plowed in years. You're gonna have to stand the rest o' the goddamn night. Maybe even tomorrow, too. Then Eric's gonna throw a shit-fit cause you won't want no dick but little Tommy's dick up this sweet hairy man-pussy o' yours." Pete was in heaven. Tommy was amazing, such a beautiful, sexy, dirty-talking boy; he was Pete's dream nephew. How the fuck did he get so lucky? He knew Tommy would probably whip his ass at a swim-race. Shit, even if he started flagging, Pete would drop back. He wanted to ride that smooth luscious dick in the worst way. And he wanted to take Tommy deeper into the delights of man-sex. They readied themselves at the edge of the dock. Pete gave the "on your mark, get set, go," just as he had so many times in the past to the earlier version of this gorgeous young sex-god. He was overcome with the delicious sentiment of nostalgia suffused with boy-lust. Even though Pete gave it his all, Tommy reached the raft almost a half-minute before he did. By the time he reached the dock, still straining as hard as he could, Tommy was lying back, floating in the water, stroking his cock, cooing about what a sweet piedce of ass his uncle's hairy muscle-hole was. "All right, you young fuck. Enjoy the spoils of war." They hoisted themselves up on the docks. Tommy let his uncle go first, savoring the sight of that sweet wet muscle-ass as the stud pulled himself up. Tommy was trembling with anticipation, disbelief, and full-bore cock-lust. He couldn't believe his first real fuck was moments away, his first true piece of ass. And what a hot fucking ass. When Tommy stood before him, Pete looked longingly at that gorgeous young vision, freshly emerged from the lake - hair slicked down, water droplets dotting his lean, hot body. The excited youth was standing before him so fresh, so pure-looking, so vulnerable; but also so full of raw male carnality. Tommy knew the treat in store for him, Pete realized; he'd probably been fantasizing about it while he jerked off to gay porn sites for the past year or so. And finally the day's arrived. And it's with his uncle. It was so goddamn beautiful. Pete's ass was twitching in wild excitement. He just gazed at Tommy - he was still a boy, yet now very much becoming a man. His body seemed to capture and resolve this seeming contradiction: that shaved-smooth patch above his dick (so sexy!) made him look even younger, more boyish, not so far removed from the boy Pete used to babysit. But under that shaved lusciousness, there was that huge, dangling prick, a man-sized piece of meat. A wince of lust stabbed through his groin; an old lecher like Pete was helpless to do anything but savor the anticipation of that huge tool pumping his very hungry ass. A true man-child I got here, Pete thought. What a golden time this is with his nephew. "C'mere," he croaked to the boy-stud, holding a huge beach towel out, "lemme dry you off like I did when you were a young boy, and I'd babysit you and your brother, and give you a bath 'fore I tucked you in. Fuck," he laughed sheepishly, "you boys'd get my 14 year-old dick boned as fuck." For Tommy, this was like learning a wondrous secret history about his childhood. Pete, hot for him even then. How fucking cool! He stepped into Pete's embrace and felt the towel enfold his lithe young body, warm and tingling from the water and sun. It was about the softest, plushest towel Tommy'd ever felt. Pete began to rub him lovingly, all the while dotting his face, shoulders, chest, abs, cock, back, and ass with tender kisses as he gently dried each inch of the gorgeous youth. He looked up at the boy, with a kind of awed passion. Pete was a real lover of sexy young teens, but Tommy was just exquisite - so lithe and muscled and beautiful; 100% lean young beef. "You're like some classic Greek statue - a young spear-carrier or something. Fuck, you're perfect, Tommy. You get my dick hard as fuck." Still squatting after the towelling he'd given him (more like burnishing a fine piece of art, he thought), he threw the towel aside and toook Tommy's pure, young stiffness in both hands, stroking and kissing it all over, venerating it, preparing it for the sacred rite to come - a young stud's first ass-fucking, the start of a life of true male pleasure. He wished he had some precious oils and perfumes he could annoint this wondrous boy-meat with. Instead, he just licked it and sucked it with ever-mounting lust, until it was a hard, glitening, spit-slick rod. Pete lay back on a beach towel and motioned to the table. "There's some lube on the table. Or you can just rim my ass til I scream for that sweet teen prick o' yours. Shit, I love you, Tommy. So fuckin' cool to have you up here!" Tommy almost fainted at the sight of the sexiest muscle-god in the world, man-fur still all wet and plastered and erotic as hell. It was all his; the most incredible feast possible was spread out there before him. Fuck the lube, he thought, that ass is mine. He knew he had a thick, juicy filet mignon to look forward to later tonight, but he also knew the tastiest dish he was gonna have all day was that hot, hard, succulent piece of muscle-stud ass there in front of him. He knelt in front of the hard-core male beauty that was his uncle, drinking in the sight. Pete's long, thick, dangling lusciousness was sprawled out before him. Pete had a fairly long cockhead, and his foreskin covered almost every inch of it - it looked hot as hell. It was the sexiest cock Tommy'd ever seen, and he'd seen an awful lot on the internet the past couple years. But he had one thing on his mind right now: his first real fuck! And it was gonna be out here, in the most beautiful setting possible, with the sexiest man alive. Tommy was so fucking amped. He'd never given a dude a rim job before, but he wasn't worried. As he parted Pete's beautifullly muscled legs, his instincts kicked in. First he let his tongue slilther up and down that hot, hairy crack - slowly, teasingly; stopping every once in a while to tickle Pete's rosebud with the tip of his tongue - while his hands alternated between slowly tracing the fine muscular curve of his rock-hard, sweetly furred ass or played with his big, jostly ballsac while jacking his ever-hardening cock. He delighted to hear his uncle cry out in almost gut-wrenching ecstasy, "Oh FUCK are you good, boy! Oh, that's so fuckin' wonderful, Tommy. Tongue my ass, tongue my balls, jack that fucking man-cock. Shit!" He was panting now with the deep, primal rhythms of man-heat. "I'm so fucking hot for you!" Tommy was relentless. He kept up his rhythm, loving the squeals and purrs and grunts coming from his sex-god uncle, which told him he was doing an awesome job. He felt his cock throb achingly; precum was steadily streaming out of it. Now he concentrated his tongue on licking, lapping, digging into that asshole, the object of desire for every fiber in his body. He went in further and further each time. He took his fingers and started pulling, poking, prodding, spreading. He hocked huge gobs of saliva onto it, working it open more and more. Pete now was panting, gasping, almost crying; his hands were pushing Tommy's head into his ass. "Eat that fucking ass!" he cried. "Bite it, kiss it, suck it, lick it. Get that tight little pucker open so you can fuck the shit out of me with that awesome fucking boy-cock o' yours! Aw fuck, Tommy! Fuck me! FUCK YOUR FUCKING UNCLE!!" Tommy almost couldn't stand the throbbing urgency pulsating through his young cock. Feverishly, his tongue and fingers became a blurring machine, trying to open that hole as much as possible as soon as possible. Two fingers, three fingers, pulling and prodding. He slapped Pete's ass again and again, demanding entry. He pistoned his tongue in as deep as he could go, then worked the wet slobbery hole still further. "NOW, YOU FUCKER!! NOW!!" his uncle pleaded. "Tommy, I can't wait!! Fuck me now! Fuck me raw!! My ass is burning for your boy-meat!!!! Fuck me, son!" Tommy raised his lean, sexy torso, aimed his huge wet prick, and entered his first ass. About an inch or so slipped in. "OHHHHHH," both voices cried in ecstatic unison. Pete's ass was wriggling, demanding more meat. Tommy thrust hard, oozing his thick young cock into that tight, wet hole. "OH FUCK YESSSS!!!: his uncle cried, with a voice sounding like it was ripped out of him. The pot had them both in another zone, a zone of deep male body-lust where every pleasurable sensation echoed and rippled and amplified through their minds and bodies. Tommy wanted to show his uncle he was a true stud, worthy of the choice ass he was penetrating. He grasped that hard hairy ass firmly and using his lean, powerful hips, forced himself in, all the way. He nestled there for a minute, bending down to kiss his uncle hungrily. Their tongues were a wild dance of passion, celebrating this nirvana-space they'd reached. Pete delighted to feel the slick, smooth skin of Tommy's shaved pubes against his ass. "Now, let's see you throw me the most fine-ass fuck you can, boy," Pete croacked, his voice coated with the sweet, addictive thickness of boy-love. Tommy was reeling. He felt like he had broken a bucking bronco. He could feel the massive sexual energy radiating through his muscle-stud uncle. He just paused there for a while, feeling the amazing sensation of his dick encased in that wet, warm, muscle-hard flesh. As he looked down, marveling at the sight of his long thick cock totally sheathed in his uncle, he slowly rubbed the fur of that hard, luscious muscle-ass. "FUCK ME!!" his uncle pleaded. And Tommy went to work. His slim hips started pistoning, immersed in the singular sensations of the finest fuck a boy could ever have: a fuck in a hot muscle-stud's tight ass. He long-dicked his uncle, slowly and lusciously, savoring each thrust and each moan from Pete. Smoother and faster his rhythm got, as he was desperately aching to nut in that ass. Pete, equally horny, began wriggling and rocking his hips, enjoying a ride on that long hard boy-cock. Soon they were a well-oiled athletic fuck-machine, Tommy thrusting and Pete wriggling. They whooped and hollered and gasped, each shouting their pleasure louder than the other. As he pounded Pete's ass, Tommy watched that big, half-hard prick jostle and flop. He began to jack it in rhythm with his thrusts, drawing a deeper moan from Pete. The young cocksman felt like the ultimate rodeo rider, one who'd tamed the fiercest, strongest bronc there was. He was in total control now as he rode this stud. He thrust hard and deep, again and again, using Pete's cock as his pommel. He just held on and rode him, jacking as he held him. Then he brought another hand over and rolled those big balls of Pete's through his fingers. He smiled to see Pete's head writhe back and forth on the beach towel, a total blur of ecstasy. Tommy got wilder and harder with his thrusts. Now he held on to his man-meat pommel with both hands, jacking and jacking while he slammed that ass. It was like a game he might have played with his uncle as a boy - 'ride the horsey!' - only this was the raw, nasty, X-rated adult version. His uncle was making sharp, high, almost pained little cries now. "OH FUCK!!!," Pete panted. "OH TOMMY!! OH!!! OH!!!" Pete's ass was his now, Tommy knew. He'd stamped it with his own brand. Fuck, he was gonna cum any minute. He knew he'd shoot the biggest orgasm in his life. It was coming over him like a huge wave. He wondered for a second if he might pass out from the force of the onrush he could feel ready to spume. Then his uncle screamed, all cracked and hoarse, "GONNA SHOOT!!!" and Tommy watched in dazzled delight as spurt after spurt, volley after volley, hot, thick tasty-looking ropes of cream, erupted from his uncle's long, massive thickness. When he thought he was done shooting, he marveled to see gooey gobs of cream ooze from out of the cock-tip. His uncle was panting and moaning now like a child. The pulsating force of his uncle's orgasm clamped his own cock repeatedly in a ball-busting pressure that sent him, too, over the edge, His thrust his cock in all the way to the hilt, blasting deep in his uncle's ass. He could feel what seemed a beer-can full of cum spew from his young, now fully gay, cock. He collapsed onto his uncle's broad, heaving chest.