Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2007 10:53:30 -0700 From: Rio Mack Subject: Fishing Opener 4 (gay/incest) Fishing Opener, part 4 By Rio Mack DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex Eric quickly stowed the groceries, beer, and bait. Then, with Ryan watching, he casually stripped off his shirt and pulled his jeans and briefs off in one swoop. Ryan felt like he'd been knocked breathless by a gut-punch; he could only gape dumbly at the sheer erotic splendor that was Eric's powerful young body. Perfectly proportioned, carved in meticulously cut muscle, tan, smooth, begging to be worshipped: that broad, chiseled chest accented by oh-so-sexy nipple rings; strong, pumped shoulders; big, lusciously lickable arms; abs gouged from smooth stone; ripped thighs, bulging calves, melon-firm ass. He was exactly the kind of beefcake porn-stud Ryan spent so many secret hours jacking off to on his computer. And that cock! So thick, so smooth, so long, sooooo fucking luscious - it was adorned on top by a perfectly groomed sexy blonde tuft of a ridge, a kind of simple setting for the jaw-dropping jewel hanging full and pendulous below, what looked to Ryan like about eight inches of thick uncut man-meat, curving sleek and sensuously over a huge drooping nutsac, dangling down, ending with the erotic tease of a glinting silver ring adorning the cock-tip. Eric had a loose, full, fleshy foreskin, enveloping almost all of the glans. Ryan's mouth began to water uncontrollably. The ring bejeweling his cock-head, adding a sexy accent, had a silver ball on the underside. Ryan had never seen anything hotter in his life; it flat-out commanded you to suck it, to love it, to fondle it, to worship it, and most of all, Ryan thought, as a slow wonderful warmth flooded his loins, stirring his own eager young prick, to let it fuck you. He was consumed with wonder at what that beaded ring on the tip of that thick, juicy schlong would feel like as it glided in and out of his tight virgin hole, giving his prostate such a sexy going-over (he'd fingered his hungry ass so many times in his jack-off sessions, so he knew how sensitive his hot little hole was). Ryan stood mesmerized before that gorgeous piece of meat. He wanted to hold it, stroke it, clasp it, jack it, tease it, kiss it, moan on it, tongue it, suck it, inhale it, nibble on it, rub it all over his face. He wanted to kneel down and pay homage to it, bringing it slowly, lovingly, from soft to hard, coaxing the precum out till it made a sexy, glistening sheen all over that long thick fuck-stick, playing with it until it began to twitch and pulse with straining hardness, then watch in awe as it spurt hot, delicious cream. A sensation, a kind of fiercely excited certainty, passed through Ryan suddenly, and somehow he saw his future in that dick, and a thousand others. It both terrified and thrilled him, this unstoppable hunger that he'd kept tamped down for so long but which now, in the midst of this hot all-male paradise, had grown rampant and was now coursing feverishly through his body. It dawned on Ryan, as he studied that incredible cock, that no girl, no matter how hot or highly sexed, could hunger for it, could treat it with the sheer raw passion it deserved, could pleasure it in the most deeply satisfying way, as a boy could - shit, as HE could. Similarly, Ryan at that moment realized that no girl could make him more turned on, more desperately hungry for sex, more passionately aroused with the full hardness of his being, as a hot muscle-hunk like the one in front of him could. It took another dude, he knew now, to take you to the heights of erotic pleasure. Eric posed a little as he watched the boy's lust-glazed gaze riveted on him. He flexed his upper body, curled his massive biceps, stretched his arms straight out, turned and flexed the rock-hard mounds of his ass, then faced Ryan again, full-frontal, and, closing his eyes, so Ryan could gaze shamelessly, Eric kneaded his ripe pecs with one hand, while, sensually, temptingly, he let his other hand ease down to stroke his long, smooth thickness, letting that thick, loose sheath of flesh glide up and down over his huge shaft, pulling it with excruciating slowness over the head, until it fully swallowed even his piercing, pinching his nippled foreskin playfully, then skinning it back, revealing his PA. As he kept stroking, Eric brought his other hand down to his low-hangers and let his balls sift sexily through his fingers. Ryan's breath was coming in heavy, irregular gasps as lust permeated every inch of his body. Helplessly, like an involuntary reflex reaction, he began stroking his own young cock through his shorts. He was painfully hard. And he could feel the moistness start to ooze out of his cock-tip. If he were alone, he would reach in and bring a fingerful of jock-honey to his lips and savor the salty, tangy slime, but he felt shy in front of the older stud. Fuck, it would be so hot to drop his shorts, whip out his hard young jock-prick, and jack with this fine-ass hunk. But - but . . . he panicked as the last few shreds of guilt and shame remaining in his subconscious kicked in desperately. Enough teasing, Eric thought; he broke out of his pose and walked over to Ryan, trying to disguise the breathless excitement in his voice, saying, "Come on, dude. Let's shuck these khaki's of yours, and I'll buzz your patch! Then we can join your uncle and brother. Their mouths are gonna drop when they see how hot you look!" He knelt down and yanked at Ryan's drooping cargo shorts. The waist caught on Ryan's achingly stiff prick, spronging it against the boy's hard abs. Ryan was a trembling, straining mess. But nervous as he was, he loved the sensation of this hot, older stud undressing him. His gay self was pleading and moaning longingly. It wanted Eric to fondle his cock and ass lewdly, to lick and kiss and suck him with abandon, then pick him up in those huge, bulging arms, carry him off to bed, and ravish him for hours. But interrupting that almost-all-consuming lust fantasy was another voice, becoming fainter and less convincing with each passing minute, Ryan realized, yet still naggingly there, telling him such desire was wrong, sinful. Stooped in front of the youth, still stroking his own long thick cock absent-mindedly, Eric pretended to be sizing up the shave job ahead of him, but was really playing mischievously with the boy's ramrod stiff prick, a delicious-looking seven-plus inches of surprisingly thick boy-cock. Ryan's prick was fully extended, jutting up, almost flat against his abs. The smallish, nicely shaped head was fully exposed; the shaft did a sweet, sexy back-curve at the top. Fuck, did Eric ever want to take that smooth, tasty treat in his mouth, licking, lapping, letting Ryan discover how incredible sex between two hot boys could be. As a bold, shocking tease - plus to normatize gay desire to this boy as soon as possible - Eric jutted a finger in, scooped off the gob of tasty-looking precum smeared thickly over the tip, and quickly licked his finger clean, smiling devilishly at the wide-eyed younger boy. Then he got back to sizing up the task at hand. "Mmmmm, nice meat," he purred, letting his fingers glide lightly up and down Ryan's stiff shaft. He could feel the hot, trembling waves of desire radiating through the boy. "Gonna look even better when we groom it." He pushed Ryan's young meaty stiffness one way, then another, making 'hmmmm' sounds; then he pressed it firmly against the boy's cut lower abs, tracing his finger up and down, tousling Ryan's thick bush, pulling down on the boy's hefty ballsac, squinting and frowning as if he were sizing things up, but really just having fun playing with the nervous boy's hard prick and ripe nutsac. He pulled down on the steel-hard shaft and then let it go, smiling as it bounced and swayed. Then he began idly tracing the deeply carved ridges of Ryan's washboard and the sexy grooves above his hip-bones, still hmmmm-ing. Really, he was thinking how fine it was going to be to get this boy in bed, to have his way with this gorgeous young college-jock. "Damn, this awesome Apollo's Belt you have is gonna look even sexier when you're smooth and sleek all the way down," he muttered, voice thick with mounting lust. "You are gonna look so fucking hot, dude, all groomed and ready to rock!" He traced and fondled more, delighting in the ability to be, no doubt, the first guy, but definitely not the last, to play with Ryan so sexily like this. One hand combed again through the boy's bush, the other fingered the cock teasingly. He fought the smile that tried to spread across his face as he listened to Ryan's thick, gasping breath and watched the jerky moves the boy's straining, pulsating, rock-hard cock made. Then he moved down to massage the boy's low-hangers with barely disguised relish. "Whaddya think? Sac, too, yes? Get all these stray hairs off? Very nice set of low-hangers, by the way, Ry. Nice and big and droopy. I could suck on a hot set o' nuts like these all day, dawg." Daringly, Eric brought his nose in, breathing in the tantalizing aroma of a young jock's ballsac. "Mmmmm," he moaned and, even more wantonly, gave each big orb a nice, slow tongue-sipe. "Damn, stud," he said under his breath, "sure is a shame you ain't gay." Ryan couldn't even speak. He grunted something incomprehensible. "Yeah," Eric commented breezily, as he stroked and jostled lecherously, "definitely we should get the hair off these guys, get 'em all smooth and luscious, [and here he looked Ryan dead in the eye and gave him a wink] for whoever it is might wanna suck 'em." He pushed the ballsac up, kneading it sensually, as he inspected underneath. "Turn around," he ordered, "and bend over, so I can check out your crack and see what needs to be done back there." Eric's stiff, aching prick, of course, had its own ideas about what needed to be done back there. Ryan was powerless to do anything but obey. His hard cock swayed as he turned; then, knees weak, he bent his cut, jock frame a little and suppported himself with trembling hands and arms on the zinc counter. Soon he felt Eric's strong, deft fingers tracing and rubbing and fingering his crack, all the while continuing to pull and fondle his ballsac with his other hand, letting his thumb wander up to brush against Ryan's stretched-taut frenum every so often. "I'm just gonna hold this big ol' nut-pouch of yours outta the way while I size up your crack," he lied, trying to rationalize the sensuous ball-play. Making more muttering noises, he kept his fingers busily teasing the young jock's crack and pucker. A low moan escaped from the flustered boy panting lips. "Damn, Ry, you've got such a sweet rosebud; you really should let me shave your crack to set it off. Here, check out how hot a slick crack looks. Makes your hole look sexy as hell, everyone'll wanna rim you." Eric rose, turned, and spread his muscled cheeks. Ryan could only stare at one of the most erotic visions he'd ever seen. Beautifully carved, lean hard glutes were being drawn aside to reveal a perfect crack and an impossibly sexy pucker. It was all smooth skin, delicious-looking, a sleek fleshy groove just begging a tongue to go exploring. Ryan's mouth began to water. His dick began to get even harder as he wondered what his cock would feel like rubbing up against that crack. Shit, he thought, this dude is built for the hottest fucking sex in the world. "Kneel down," Eric ordered, "get a closer look. Yours will look even hotter, I think." Unable to resist, Ryan was drawn to that gorgeous, smooth, muscle-ass like a magnet. Up close, he marveled at the true erotic beauty of a perfectly smooth male ass-crack, that tight little hole seeming to wink at him with the promise of incredibly exciting pleasures. Suddenly he found himself as if possessed. His hands began to move of their own accord. Almost against his will, he grabbed hold of Eric's long thick cock, dangling down low and thick and meaty, and pulled it back towards him. Then, helpless to do anything else, he felt his head draw closer to that ass, felt his tongue emerge longingly from his mouth, guiding itself to the beautiful dimples atop Eric's cheeks. "Mmmmm," he moaned as his tongue traced lightly in each dimple, then slid luxuriously up and down that smooth, sexy glide of an ass-crack, then over the huge luscious sac of velvety balls, and finally, his nose now pressed and snorting in Eric's warm moist crack, his tongue traced madly over that thick, fleshy fuck-stick, until he got to the pierced tip, where he let his hungry tongue dance wildly, savoring the incredibly heady sensation of metal and flesh. His own cock was pulsating wildly with nerve-shattering pleasure. It was like it was crying out in glorious excitement, "YES! YES! FINALLY!! OH FUCK, YESSSSS!!" "Mmmmm, feels soooo nice Ryan," Eric purred, wriggling his ass sexily against Ryan's face. "Keep it up, if you like. This is what hotties are gonna wanna do to your ass when we get done." Eric's voice broke the spell; Ryan came to his senses. "Sorry, Eric. That wasn't - I mean, I - ," he stammered, lust flooding him, but his nervous self-consciousness re-asserting itself. Ryan rose slowly. When he got to his feet, he felt vertiginous, and a kind of vivid, waking daydream started playing in his head. It was like he was standing dizzily on a high precipice, miles in the air, and down below him was a scene of sheer amazing beauty: a kind of lush oasis, populated by nude, pornstar-quality men, lounging languourously together, fondling each other's muscle-hunk bodies, around a cool, refreshing pool. He could make them out clearly even though he was so far up and away from them. Ryan wanted desperately to take a long, thrilling dive into that deep, glittering water beckoning below him. The scene down there looked magical: strong, handsome, confident, beautifully-built men, frolicking in deep, lusty abandon, joyously at home in their element. Ryan wanted so very badly to join in - there was no question in his mind now that he belonged there - but the thought of that initial jump into space was terrifying; he kept balking every time he felt the urge to leap off into space and leave behind his familiar surroundings, as harsh and boring as he now saw they were, compared to the sensual paradise awaiting him below. Eric didn't know the exact thoughts tormenting Ryan at that moment, but he had a general sense of what the boy was going through. He gently moved closer, hugged the brawny youth, and kissed him, making sure their hard cocks pressed together. "It's OK, Ryan," he whispered. "That's what I was trying to tell you in the car. Guys need guys to help each other out, satisfy desires, natural longings. Every fiber in your body is telling you what it wants. If you're ready to satisfy those desires, I'm so damn hot for you." He kissed the boy passionately, embracing him, pressing their chiseled bodies and straining cocks even closer, letting his hands stroke up and down the boy's muscular back and smooth, delicious ass. He delighted to hear the deep, panting breath of the boy. Their excited pricks were enjoying a desperate, fevered closeness of their own; Eric smiled to himself as he felt the wet, glistening glaze smeared over Ryan's stiff, straining gay-virgin prick. He almost felt sorry for the lust-besmitten boy. Ryan broke the clench, still feeling just too unnerved. "M - may - maybe we should do the shaving now? Won't Pete and my brother wonder where we are?" "Sure," sighed Eric. He gave the boy's ass a playful slap and said, "Come on, everything we need's in the bathroom." Ryan felt a little more comfortable now, with the nervous sexual tension eased. The two young men strolled to the rustic, yet elegant bathroom, Ryan enjoying the feeling of being nude with this gorgeous hunk; he loved watching both their hard dicks sway and bounce as they walked. He felt utterly comfortable, natural. He could see now why Eric and Pete loved being naked up here, and why his brother took to it so willingly. Ryan, too, fell under the heady spell of naked male muscle. In the bathroom, Eric began gathering the tools he'd need: scissors, shavers, razors, and shave cream. Then he grabbed a couple towels out of an antique armoire set against the far wall, near the walk-in shower area, and immediately set to work. He began by carefully trimming away all the long, bushy pubic hair he could, both above Ryan's cock, as well as on his crack. Outside of this hair, and a few sparse, sexy hairs in the groove between his pecs, Ryan was beautifully smooth, all young, ripe, bulgingly firm flesh. Eric was getting hard again, ogling this built jock stud. Next he plugged in one of the shavers and slowly, sensuously, buzzed Ryan's pubes. He smiled as he watched the vibration from the shaver have a dick-stiffening effect on the boy. Then he used the other shaver, buzzing even closer. He stopped, brushed away loose hairs, and stood back to inspect his work. Ryan looked incredible - the now-faint shadowy patch of pubes was an amazingly erotic accent, setting off his cock, lower abs and hip-bones beautifully, sending off a very distinct signal that this was a body streamlined for sex. His cock, especially, was beautifully exposed now, jutting up against almost totallly shaved, firm young flesh, looking thick, hard, sleek, nicely-veined, totally mouth-watering. What a hot young stud. "Damn," he heard Ryan marvel, staring at himself in the mirror, letting his hands play over his sexy new look, "that shit looks hot as fuck!" "Got that right," Eric said, unable to resist letting his hand join Ryan's, tracing over the sex-stud shadow-patch he now sported. As Ryan stroked and gawked at his hot new look, Eric's fingers dared to play up and down the length of the young jock's beautifully aroused cock. But just for a teasing few seconds. Then he cupped Ryan's sac and let those big balls roll around his fingers. "Now, let's do these guys, then your crack." He turned on both taps, got the water to the right temperature, wet a small hand-towel, and gave Ryan's ripe, bulging low-hangers and warm, sensual washing. He rubbed his cloth-covered hand over those big nuts far more than he needed, but he wanted Ryan to have some sexy fun. Sure enough, the boy's cock began twitching and pulsating in high arousal. Regrettably, Eric finally took the towel away; but the pleasure wasn't over: he brought a handful of shave foam over and proceeded to slowly knead that sexily drooping sac as if they were having foreplay. The ball-play was so hot that soon they were both moaning. Ryan's stiff jutting prick looked so damn tasty, the shaft standing out full and proud against his newly groomed patch. Eric felt his own throbbing hardness, desperate to cum. He rinsed his hand, chose a razor, and got to work, slowly, patiently, carefully gliding over the boy's big, full orbs. Ryan loved the feeling of this older, experienced boy playing with him, grooming him, making him look like such a hot gay sex-stud. This almost feminine intimacy with another muscle-hunk was wonderful, something he wanted a lot more of. He hoped Eric would do him once more like this before he and Tommy left. His mind was a jellied mush of pure sensual pleasure. He could hardly wait till Eric started doing his ass. He hoped Eric wold spend a long time soaping his crack and teasing his hole. Maybe Eric would pry his soapy fingers around and around and around his hole, digging it open, then lather up his own hard cock, and slide it right into his oh-so-eager ass. Suddenly he pullled up short. He felt as if he should say something, stop the power this boy-play was having over him. It seemed to him if he didn't make a sound, break the magic, he would just naturally drift into a scene of pure steamy boy-sex, not stopping until both of them had cum over and over and over. So, mouth dry, he spoke. "You're really good at this, Eric. You musta had a lot o' practice?" "I do myself every couple of days. And Pete, too. Very sexy grooming your lover, believe me," Eric answered, mind focused on this delciate business. But then he paused his shaving and looked up at Ryan, while slowly stroking that long smooth young jock cock and teasing the boy's newly smooth balls. "Very sexy doing YOU, too, dude. Getting you to look so fucking hot! Fuck, dude, no way I'm gonna be able to keep my hands off this smooth, hot body o' yours now!" Ryan laughed nervously, but then asked, "Pete's bush is groomed? No way, dawg, it looks so fucking manly and natural!" "Believe me," Eric laughed, getting back to work on Ryan's sac, "it's a whole lot of work to make nature look natural!" He finished shaving the boy's pouch, then moistened the towel again and let the wet warmth glide up and down in the crack of that firm, muscular, young jock-ass. Then his foam-slick fingers played sensually up and down the crack, as involuntary ooh's from Ryan filled the room. His foam-free hand began to cup and squeeze and sensuously knead one of the boy's hard glutes. "Fuck, Ry, you got such a hot ass. Can't tell you how bad I'd like to have a piece o' this. Shit, dude, so damn hot!" Their dicks were hard and straining. Ryan was right on the verge of crying out, in the rough, guttural voice of sheer male desire. "Fuck me, dawg! Fuck me with that big, gorgeous cock o' yours! I want it do fucking bad!" But he still couldn't mouth the words. Eric stopped his sex-play and got down to work. A few careful swipes, a few more, then some touching up, and he was done. He rinsed the boy clean with the warm, moist towel and lovingly patted balls, ass, and cock dry with another towel. Then a light sprinkling of powder (mostly an excuse to let his fingers play over that sexy smoothness). Before he stood up, he spread Ryan's firm cheeks apart to inspect his handiwork. Perfect, he moaned to himself, his dick throbbing painfully at the sight: a gorgeous expanse of smooth, young muscle-ass. Damn, he wanted to dig in and chow down on that beautiful virgin boy-hole. Then he smiled, because he knew that soon enough he would be wantonly indulging in the fruits of these labors. He stood back so Ryan could admire himself. The boy gazed wide-eyed in the mirror at the fullly manscaped package: his recent buzzcut, beautifully groomed patch, velevetly smooth balls, and, spreading his cheeks and turning around, his sleek, smooth ass. It was amazing. He seemed older, sexier, as totally awesome-looking as one of those young fratboy studs he jacked to on the internet. His uncut cock looked longer, fuller, luscious as fuck. Damn, he thought, I look hot as hell now. I'm like a total jock-hunk. Damn, I'd fuck me. "I look like one of those Bel Ami guys," he murmured, picturing his smooth, young, well-muscled body fitting in perfectly on his favorite porn site. Eric, who'd been stroking his long, thick hardness as he'd watched the boy watching himself, smirked; he wasn't all that surprised that a young, hot-looking older teen closet case like Ryan would be into a porn site that featured those smooth, well-built, long-dicked, uncut young hunks. "Oh, so you know about Bel Ami, hmmmmm??" he teased this one-zealous homophobe. He strode over to Ryan, nuzzled up behind him, letting his hard stiffness mash up in the boy's smooth, muscular ass. He couldn't stand it any longer. He embraced the young stud, squeezed and rubbed those firm young pecs, kissed Ryan's neck, and then licked his ear, breathing hot and heavy in it. He reached down with one hand and jacked that long jutting jock-cock, letting his hands play with those lusciously smooth balls. "Awww fuck, Eric!" Ryan gasped, so ready to be seduced. "Fuck!" "Come on," Eric whispered, "let's jack together before we join Pete and your bro." "I - ," Ryan barely stammered, swept away on the sensual wave that he and Eric had been riding for what seemed like days. "Just jackin', dude. No fucking or anything. It don't mean nothing," and his hand was working the boy's cock so expertly, and his dick felt so good to Ryan, all hard and thick and long, mashed in his more-than-willing ass, that he didn't even think about refusing. He just turned, embraced this wonderful new friend - this hot new j/o buddy - and then dared to grab Eric's huge, pierced stud cock. It felt incredible! Hard, amazingly hard, and warm - full of life and longing. Ryan could feel it throb in his tight grasp. With one hand, he jacked the foreskin slowly up and down, thrilling to the touch, but thrilling even more to the feel of Eric's hands on his own stiff prick. At first, the trembling boy felt like he might faint, so overloaded with new pleasure were his neural circuits, but then a burst of energized desire shot through him. He closed his eyes and savored the indescribable first-time feel of another dude working his dick. After what seemed like five minutes of dream smiles and purrs and moans, he opened his eyes, kissed his beautiful new friend in sensuous, open-mouthed gratitude, and then stared down at the gorgeous stud-cock in his hands. He tickled and stroked Eric's big dangling sac while he slowly fisted that uncut monster up and down. Eric's cock was so much thicker and harder now, the foreskin stretched tightly across the shaft and head. Then he just played with the ring on the tip, pulling it a little, twisting it ever so slightly, loving the sound of Eric's deep, pleasured moans. It was a wonderful new toy he held in his hands. He pushed Eric's hands off his own cock and tried to grasp both their steel-hard, pre-cum moist cocks in one of his. No way could he get his hand around those two stud-cocks. But he jacked together what he could, smiling in delight. Then he took Eric's stiffness and played the pierced tip back and forth over his frenum; the feeling was absolutely delicious. Deep sighs of profound pleasure came pouring out of him. He felt Eric's hands take his face and pull it toward his own. Again they kissed, deeply, dreamily, like two boys lost in desire for each other. Eric grabbed Ryan's cock again and began a quick steady rhythm, then brought one hand behind to finger the boy's newly shaved crack. That finger began dancing around, poking into, Ryan's hungry pucker. Ryan felt his hips move and wriggle over Eric's touch, inviting him in further. He began matching Eric's rhythm on that pierced cock. His cock-head was fully exposed now, so he played even more with that sexy chrome ring. With his other hand, he massaged Eric's ballsac mercilessly, going further below, into Eric's sleek crack, every so often. Both boys were panting now, moaning, crying out. This was the best sexual experience Ryan had ever had. Jacking, kissing, tonguing, jacking, poking, fingering, ball-play - their hands were hot-wired to the desire-center of their brains. Ryan felt his own balls tighten in his scrotum at the exact time he felt Eric's do the same in his fingers. Their breaths were hard and heavy and breathless and regular. The sharp-pitched, guttural gasps of male orgasm began filling the room and then both boys' cocks erupted in wave after wave of hot thick cream, cream that had been churning up in both boys' sacs for the past couple hours. Ryan was almost overcome with the force of this orgasm, combined with the incredible lust he felt for Eric. For all boys now. He was ready to race into gayness now with every nerve in his body. When he finally caught his breath and opened his eyes, he smiled dreamily to see Eric still there. It wasn't a dream. Best of all, maybe, was there was no sense of guilt or shame or reproachment echoing through his mind. It was just the wonderful glow of incredible sex. Eric was scraping off their combined cum and cleaning it from his fingers. Then he scraped another gob and fed it to Ryan. The young boy took it gratefully, holding Eric's hand and licking those fingers over and over. Then he kissed Eric yet again. "Thanks for being patient with me. Thanks for - well, for everything." They kissed again, a kiss filled both with deep hunger and intense satisfaction. "Plenty more of that the whole time you're up here, dawg," Eric said, stroking Ryan's thick, still semi-hard cock. Then, realizing the time they'd spent in here, he said, "Shit, we better hurry out to the dock. Pete and Tommy'll think we passed out or somethin'. C'mon, put on something sexy and barely there to show off your hot body!" Ryan ran to the bags he'd sent down before, grabbed one of his new jocks, and modeled it for Eric. Eric stroked his cock as he leered at Ryan in that thin-waisted cock, cut so it showed uff so much of his smooth, well-muscled young body, the pouch stretched out, full of thick college cock. He hugged Ryan close, stroking the boy's exposed, firm glutes, as they kissed wantonly. Then Eric began to play in earnest with Ryan's crack, fingering his still-virgin hole insistently. "You know I want this," he panted soft and hot in Ryan's ear. The younger boy thrilled to the thought of that long, thick, pierced beauty ramming his hungry hole. But then Ryan got an idea. "I'm not sure, Eric," he lied. "Jackin' with a dude is one thing. Like, I can see good buds doin' that with each other. It seems real natural to me. But ass-fucking, that's somethin' else. That's some pretty gay shit, dude. I just don't know . . . ." Ryan had a devilish gleam in his eye; it took everything he had to keep from cracking up. Of course he wanted Eric's cock! And Pete's! And even Tommy's! Damn, especially Tommy's! His shame was gone now. He could finally own up to his desires. Away from his sad, sad mother, and able to see how hot and normal and wonderful gay passion was, he was ready to start the rest of his life. He wanted to spend the rest of his vacation up here sampling the entire gamut of sex with dudes, everything he had seen or read about on the internet, everything he had fantasized about for so long. But he was such a flirt. His first fuck would be all the sweeter after a few rounds of teasing with the hard-core gay studs - of which he now counted himself a proud new member - up here at Pete's awesome dream-cabin. Eric was crestfallen. He'd worked so hard, played his hand perfectly, he'd thought, in order to get Ryan to own up to his true sexuality. And he's still not sure? It made no sense, but he was willing to string along with this young stud for as long as it took. That smooth, firm, young, virgin jock-ass was soooo worth it. Not to mention the incredibly sweet charm of the boy. And so, smiling wistfully and giving Ryan a you-don't-know-what-you're-missing shrug, Eric slipped into his flip-flops and popped the top on a beer while he waited for Ryan to get some stuff from his room. Then the two of them flew down the steps to the dock, long dangling cocks bobbing excitedly as they ran. Tommy & Pete were amazed to see the Ryan that pranced down the stairs to the dock. His new haircut, beautifully buzzed and sexy as hell, was the first thing they noticed. Then, it was the fact that he was dressed - just barely - in an incredibly sexy lo-cut mesh jock. Both their dicks stiffened at how incredible Ryan's body looked in that perfect-fitting jockstrap, the pouch stretched tight and see-through over his thick, bulging young manhood. It was wonderful, after the pissy mood Ryan had been in all morning, to see him romping merrily with Eric, reaching for the sunscreen and slathering Eric's naked body, caressing it sensually as he worked the lotion in, laughing and - what!!?? - exchanging quick little kisses with him. This was Ryan!!?? Tommy, especially, was riveted to the scene. Eric, of course, was so fucking hot; it was a treat to see that fine-ass body naked and oiled up. Add to the mix that the other hot dude doing the oiling up was his brother, whom he'd had such a crush on over the years, and it was like a dream, a wet dream, suddenly made flesh - and oh fuck, what flesh. He watched, getting harder by the second as Ryan put down the lotion, then oh-so-casually stripped his jock off, his thick young semi-hard cock obscenely evident now, standing out proudly from - WHAT!!?? his newly shaved bush??!! He hadn't had time to marvel at that before he watched Ryan flex and pose his superbly cut body while Eric oiled him up. Tommy was rock-hard and breathing heavy now. This vacation just got better and better. Pete, too, was loving every second of it. Seeing Tommy's sweet young erection perk up, he moved closer to his nephew, and the two stroked each other off and they ogled the hot hot scene. Their cocks pulsed and throbbed in their hands as they watched Eric sensually worked sunscreen all over Ryan's smooth jock-ass, then work a finger in deep in the boy's crack. As Ryan's eyes closed and his head leaned back, a deep-pleasured moan escaping his lips, Tommy gave out with a "Holy Fuck!!" and clasped harder on Pete's mammoth fuck-stick. Then, as if their jaws could drop any farther down, they each yelled 'DAMN!" as Ryan asked Eric for a big glob of sunscreen and proceeded to slather it all over Eric's thick stiffening prick, working and working it up and down over that thick jutting tool, kissing him lightly as he fondled it. "I gotta admit - feels hot as fuck to have another dude's thick-assed pierced cock in my hands, slatherin' it up like this!" Ryan whispered, and he licked and panted in Eric's ear. He worked over the older boy's big, smooth ballpouch, and then under and up into Eric's crack. They both delighted in the show they were putting on for Ryan's dumbstruck relatives. One more kiss, then Eric winked, gave Ryan's equally stiff prick a final yank, and dove expertly off the dock into the water. Fuck, Ryan thought to himself, did he ever love playing with Eric. He knew he was going to love flirting with guys all the time now. Cool-ass gay innuendos, wearing as little as possible to show off his hot new look, and lots of body contact with dudes, pushing things as far as he could - that would be the rule from now on back at college. He had a sneaking suspicion he was going to have lots of responsive dudes. Most guys, especially hot young muscle-studs like himself, were either sexually active with other dudes already or as deeply closeted as he was and totally ready for a little push in the direction of hot boy-on-boy sex. Fuck, was he ever looking forward to it. Cruising guys aggressively as he planned would be almost as fun as the incredible sex that would erupt when all the flirting came to an unstoppable head. Pete dove in to join his lover, then Tommy, to get as close to Eric as soon as he could - his ass was itching for that hard, pierced piece of fuck-meat. Ryan stayed on the dock for a while longer, savoring the scene, trying to calm down: it was not only the new experience of walking around bare-assed like this, it was the added excitement at being naked in the midst of these three other well-built, well-hung studs - two of which were family. Shit, he thought, this is the most amazing time in my life. I finally got the courage to admit who I am, and fuck is it ever wonderful. Fuck yeah, he'd let Eric fuck his ass - as often as he wanted - for thanks to Eric he felt normal for the first time in a long time. Sex was suddenly so fucking hot now! Pete and Tommy swam over to the raft and climbed on. They were both too stunned and amped to comment on this amazing change in the young man who hours earlier had seemed like the homophobic head of some decency league. Pete, especially, wondered what magic Eric had worked on the young prig - hypnosis, maybe? - but he figured he'd hear the whole story later. For now he just wanted to drink in the perfection of his older nephew's fit, well-muscled young body. He'd always had an incredible attraction to Ryan. That had cooled this morning, when Ryan showed himself to be such a crank. Also, his sexual attraction to Ryan had waned in direct proportion to how his desire for Tommy had waxed. Fuck, was Tommy just the sort of hot nephew a gay-stud uncle wanted. But now, Ryan seemed very much back in the picture, and Pete was aroused as ever once more. Ryan had matured into just the sort of sexy-ass hunk he'd thought he would. He looked as fine as the hottest model he'd ever seen on those fratmen sites he and Eric loved to stroke to. Fuck, Pete leered to himself, gazing on the chiseled, well-worked brawn that was his college-jock nephew, this kid is USDA choice. Bigger and packed with more lean beef than Tommy, Ryan had a gorgeous set of young guns, a beautifully lean washboard, nice cut thighs, ripe rounded calves, a succulent bubble-butt that Pete just wanted to stick his nose and tongue in for about an hour, and an impressive young cock - about as long as Tommy's but thicker; uncut like his brother's, but with more foreskin. There was a nice sexy shadow-patch above it and a lusciously huge set of balls below it. Pete was hard as shit; he had to fuck this kid, he just had to. He looked over at Tommy who was similarly drooling over his brother and shamelessly stroking himself. "Fuck," Pete whispered, bringing his hand in to help Tommy jerk, "do I wanna get you and your big brother in the sack or what?" "Fuck, Pete, I am sooooo fucking hard for my bro, I can't stand it. Don't think I've ever seen him nude from the waist down before. Shit, is he ever fine! And why the fuck did he give me grief 'bout shaving my pubes when he has such a fine-ass shave! Shit, makes his cock look so fucking awesome. And check out that ass! I just wanna rub it and rub it and lick it and tongue it. Then - fuck, would I like to fuck him!" "Get in line, junior; get in line." They fought the urge to stare any longer and jumped back in the lake to join Eric, anxious for the cold lake water to cool their hot cocks a bit. Ryan just stayed on the dock and drank in the scene, loving the sight of all that sexy beefcake romping in the water. He knew they were all sneaking as many stares at him as they could, so he stretched and posed all he could. He grabbed a beer and guzzled it as he played with his cock and balls. Then he set it down, turned and casually massaged his glutes, making sure to spread his cheeks. After a few puffs of pot, he did upper body stretches, feeling the effects of the pot and beer almost instantly, getting even more of a sensual buzz in his body. He caressed his pecs and pinched his nips, feeling his cock thicken. Then he did a couple sets of push-ups on the dock, then some crunches, knowing how hot a fit guy looks when he works out. After about ten minutes, exhausted from swimming and horseplay, the other three decided to lay out on the dock for a while before they headed back up to the cabin. Ryan put a beach towel on one of the Adirondak chairs, grabbed the sketchbook and pencil he'd brought down from the cabin, and proceeded to sketch the three Adonises draped on the dock in various poses in front of him. Ryan loved drawing - if he had a passion, this was it. And he was very, very good at it. He'd wanted to major in it at college, but his mother wouldn't hear of it. "I'm not helping finance your education so you can WASTE it!! You major in something you can make money offa. Whaddya anyways, some kinda fruity artist?" Even though he couldn't major in it, he still took a class in it each semester. He never felt more himself as he did lost in the zone of drawing. His original plan, when he thought it would be just Tommy and him alone up here at the cabin, was to sketch the landscape or arrange a few still-lifes (and truth be known, he'd figured maybe he'd be able to sneak in several sketches of Tommy's sleek, gorgeous body on the sly as the boy swam or tanned; his younger brother was such a turn-on for him, had been for years now). So he never dreamed there'd be a treat like this in store for him up here - 3 nude male models, with perfectly defined musculature, that he could sketch to his heart's content. As they lay there, he did quick sketches of first one, then another. After a while, he concentrated a bit more fully on each of them - first his brother laying out, scrumptious uncut beauty stretching across sexy, shaved-smooth pubes to rest stop his beautifully defined abs, then his uncle's fur-dusted brawn (as he stood and did a few bowls), then Eric's sleek bulk doing yoga stretches. Ryan stopped for a bit and did a few bowls himself, then brought a cold beer over to sip on as he sketched. His robust, youthfully randy sexuality poured itself out into his art. He dared now to do the most homoerotic sketches he'd ever done. No more guilt over his intense desire for the sculpted male body. Now he could wallow artistically in his carnal lust. He caught every single carved muscle in Pete's perfectly formed he-man ass, as well as every luscious vein in that long, impossibly thick cock, even getting the effect of the head bulging so sexily under that sleeve of foreskin; he got Eric's cock, too, spending a lot of time getting that beautifully groomed bush just perfect, as well as the sheen on his PA as the sun glinted off it; and his brother: he got the soft, perfect curves of that sweet young ass, his lean, gorgeous torso, and then that big, juicy, man-sized cock lolling against his thigh as he flipped over to lie on his back. A sketch of Pete's impressive chest, getting those firm flat pecs, the hard nipples, and spending a lot of time on that hot-looking man-fur dusting the whole perfect package. Then some more quick ones: in a few brief strokes he captured Pete's huge erection, making it come temptingly alive; then Eric's beautifully bulging biceps and chest (sighing and moaning a little under his breath as he worked on those sexy-ass nipple rings), Tommy's hard little nipples dotting that smooth, lean chest, and Pete's rugged beard and buzz cut. His cock grew harder and harder, leakier and leakier as he sketched, delighting in his ability to create such utterly hot gay porn. Page after page of his sketchbook filled with unbelievably fine erotica, images he knew would get him hard over and over in the future as he pored through his book. He did another sketch of Pete's hard stiffness, really getting that huge nutsac perfect. Another of Tommy's way-too-tempting prick, which by now was getting half-hard and gorgeous - Ryan spent a delicious amount of time capturing the beautiful effect of Tommy's cock-head jutting out from his foreskin as realistically as possible. Eric finished his stretches and lay on his stomach, so Ryan worked on a sketch of that sweet tasty-looking bubble-butt, dreaming, as he sketched, of what it would feel like to work his now-painfully-hard cock up that tight warm hole. As he sketched, he pictured himself jacking that thick pierced beauty he'd had in his hands a short while ago, as he rammed home into that muscle-hunk's ass. He grew even harder, imagining his loose ballsac slapping against those tanned, ruggedly-carved thighs. Then, the real X-rated stuff began, as the sun and beer and pot kicked in and desires boiled over, and still the sketches came pouring out of Ryan's pencil. A very erotic sketch of Eric sucking Pete's huge hard-on, and an equally steamy one of his brother - his little brother! he couldn't believe it! but, fuck, was it ever hot! - sucking off Eric. A beautifully captured detail of Eric from behind, big ballsac drooping, as he hit Pete's ass; another of his brother's cock, as Tommy jacked himself, watching his uncle and his lover have some of the most incredibly athletic muscle-god sex Ryan could have ever imagined. He loved it, the way sex wold erupt so naturally yet so fulfillingly among these young men. This is the life that was struggling so hard to break free in Ryan. He sketched on, riding a crest of some deliciously high wave. The sun, beer, and pot were having their effect on Ryan, too, of course, but mostly it was something else having such a powerful effect on him - the headiest thing of all - all that achingly gorgeous nude male muscle he'd been saturated with, both gazing at it in flesh and rendering it on paper, prime beefcake either sprawled on the dock in relaxation or pumped up in the intense throes of a male's deepest pleasure-rituals. Every nerve in his body was crying out for sweet, delicious sexual release with any or all of these muscular, naked hunks. He could just taste his tongue along one of those thick meaty cocks, feel his hand stroke the hard, sexy firmness of those muscled bodies, wriggle his ass to swallow up one of those stiff jutting pricks. Then round after round of hot gushing cum erupting from them all, covering themselves in the rich, thick glaze of satsified lust. The other three seemed to have lost track of Ryan, so taken were they with the hot all-consuming threesome they were in the midst of. Ryan looked longingly at the scene now: Pete, on his back, while his sexy-ass little brother was fucking that all-man ass - fuck, did that ever look hot! Ryan was jealous as hell! Pete, meanwhile, had Eric's ass on his face, and he was tonguing the shit out of Eric's crack and balls. Ryan wanted nothing more than to be a fourth in that amazing scene, feeding his cock into Eric's mouth, but he was suddenly overcome with shyness. Damn, the plan had been to flirt shamelessly with these dudes, and here they'd forgotten all about him. The more he stared, the more aroused he grew. He couldn't even sketch anymore, he was so desperate to get off. He knew what he needed to do to get release from the mind-numbing fury of the deep boy-fever consuming him, a release he knew would come with a powerful force, after all the delicious foreplay of dwelling on these luscious bodies with his eyes, pencil, and pad. He set his sketchbook and pencil aside, knowing they'd probably fall from his grip if he tried to carry them, his hands were shaking that badly from the thundering lust-pulse throbbing through him, and went up to his bedroom in the cabin. Tommy was in heaven, his long hard young cock was pummeling that rock-hard ass of Pete's mercilessly. He thrilled to hear Pete's groans of ecstasy, muffled as they were by Eric's smooth crack and balls being sloppily pleasured as he squatted lewdly on his lover's face. Tommy jerked that fine-ass huge thickness of Eric's, pulling and twisting the ring at the end, as he rammed Pete's ass over and over. Shit, he thought, still only half-able to believe the turn his life had taken. Before he used to love to download videos of hot young muscle-bears, stroking himself as he marveled at their hot, hairy bodies. Now he was fucking one of the choices young bears he'd ever seen. Pete was absolutely the hottest, most awesome-looking guy in the world. Tommy felt the cum ready to spurt from his over-stimulated balls. He rammed home to the hilt and let gush after gush of his hot young seed fill Pete's guts. Exhausted, he slipped out and watched Pete finish off his rim job on Eric. Eric was bucking and wriggling over Pete's furious tongue. Pete's big muscular hands began to blur over Eric's cock and balls. That hairy, incredibly chisleled body of Pete's looked so fucking hot as it tensed and wriggled on the dock, his thick cock jostling and shaking so sexily. Suddenly Eric threw his head back, and Tommy delighted to see spurt after spurt of thick white cream shoot out and land all over those fur-covered muscles. He crawled over to lick up what he could, then kissed Pete with a cum-thick tongue. Lust sated for a while, the three chilled for a bit before going in. Tommy lay back, in the shade of the huge dock umbrella, and watched Pete and Eric on the dock. It felt so right, so natural, to see those beautiful male physiques padding back and forth, getting another beer or bowl or grabbing a towel, those swinging dicks and bulging muscles keeping his libido in a steadily thrumming state of arousal. Eric walked by to get a beer from the cooler. Tommy watched in a dream-haze as his thick, half-hard cock swayed lazily back and forth, that sliver ring glinting on the end looking so fucking cool. As he walked by, Tommy gazed longingly at the blond boy's lusciously carved glutes shifting as he walked, and his back muscles rippling sexily, and those huge, bulging claves. Stroking his young thickness shamelessly, he thought blissfully (for about the ninetieth time since he'd arrived here), men are so fucking hot. "Yo, Eric," he called, "grab me one, too, 'k?" "Sure, stud," smiled the older boy, turning, showing off that sweet fucking cock, all thick and pierced and suckable as hell. He brought the beer over to Tommy, popped the top for him, and as Tommy took a sip, Eric bent over and stroked the young boy's hard thick prick. "Mmmmm," murmured the blonde hunk, with that thick lazy drawl of summer lust, "can't wait to get a taste of this later." Tommy grinned. "Why wait, dawg? Help yourself." Inspired, Tommy drizzled some of his beer over his meaty prick, making it a treat too delicious to refuse. "Aw fuck," Eric said, amped now to get his first mouthful of this sweet young stud. He went at Tommy's young cock like a pro, licking, lapping, tracing it up and down with his tongue, all the while massaging that smooth, ripe, ballsac. When Tommy had grown fully erect, Eric began to deep-throat him in earnest, pistoning his head up and down, making Tommy writhe and moan in utter bliss. Tommy put his hands on Eric's head, letting his fingers play through that thick blonde hair. "Oh yeah! Oh fuck yeah!" Eric moved his fingers off Tommy's ballsac and beagn to finger his crack, bringing a loud "OH FUCK YEAH!" from the young teen. Pete sat back in the chair Ryan had vacated and stroked himself, watching the two go at it with the amusement of a lusty old sultan aroused at the sight of two of his harem boys pleasuring each other excitedly. It took not a minute longer until Tommy's cock, engulfed by Eric's mouth, began to shoot the few loads of cum left in him. Eric swallowed it all, and they two boys kissed playfully. Pete, distracted no more by the hot sex scene, turned and noticed the sketchbook next to him, then suddenly realized Ryan was gone. "Hey," he said, "what happened to Ryan?" Meanwhile he began to leaf through Ryan's sketches. "I don't know," Eric said, looking around. "Fuck, I was so caught up with you two - especially you, dawg [and here he stroked young Tommy's addictive prick and gave him another sweet boy-kiss] - that I forgot all about him. Shit, hope he didn't think we were rude or anything." Pete wasn't even listening. His attention was focused on the amazing series of images he was poring over. "Holy Jesus Fuck," he finally said. "This is fucking incredible." He looked up and stared at Tommy. "You're brother's a fucking artistic genius." "Huh?" Tommy said, aware that Ryan loved drawing, but not really sure how talented he was. "Let's see." Tommy and Eric both came over and had the same stunned reaction Pete did. "Plus," Pete said coolly, as Eric and Tommy flippped slowly through the book, oohing and aahing at the incredibly realistic erotic art washing over those pages, "he's obviously gay as fuck." Tommy looked up sharply. No way was Ryan gay. That made no sense. Maybe he was getting into the nude swing of things up here, but that was just tanningand shit. Posing, showing off. That had nothing to do with sexuality. But fuck, if he was . . . . Shit, would that ever be hot! There were few guys he wanted to fool around with as much as his big bro. Damn! "These drawings don't mean he's gay, Pete," Tommy said, not daring to hope it was true. "I mean, the three of us were just about all there was for him to sketch up here." "Get a clue, Tommy. There's trees, the water, boats, rocks. Shit, he was massaging his libido big-time as he did these. This is a record of sheer gay desire, and it's hot as fuck. Besides being some of the finest art I've ever seen, this was one big foreplay session for Ryan. Bet he's off in his room right now, whackin' off. Pity. Shoulda stayed down here with us and joined." "Actually, I should tell you both," Eric said sheepishly, "Ryan confessed to me in the car his attraction to hot guys." Tommy's heart started beating fast now. "And after i shaved him up in the cottage earlier, we jacked each other off. It was hot as fuck." Eric turned to Tommy, "You're brother is as much a hottie as you." Then he turned to Pete, "Runs in the fuckin' family, I guess!" "One of us should go up there and talk with him," Pete noted, anxious as hell at the thought. "I'll go," Eric said, secretly thrilled, knowing this was probably the moment he'd been amped for all day. "Nah, you stay here," Pete said, amped at what was about to happen, how he'd finally have his way with his other young nephew, consummating finally years of fevered, secret desire. "I'm his uncle. It's only right I should talk with him." Eric knew only too well what Pete had in mind. Oh well, he thought, let Pete break him in. Couldn't ask for a better stud to show you what fucking's all about. There'd be plenty of time later to enjoy that sweet stud. And he felt certain Tommy and he could find things to do while Pete had his 'talk' with Ryan.