Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2024 16:59:43 -0800 From: Jay Spear Subject: Nephew Mark Is On The Make - Part 1 My stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. This story deals with relationships among male family members. If that fantasy bothers you, stop reading. If you like this story, check out my Patreon! Lots more content there: patreon.com/jayspearstories The Nifty Archive has been a fantastic resource to all of us! Please consider supporting them with a donation: https://donate.nifty.org/. Nephew Mark Is On The Make - Part 1 By Jay Spear I was not happy about Kathy coming to Puerto Vallarta and crashing my New Year's week. No single guy wants to be in gay paradise with his sister. And worse, with his sister's two kids. But Kathy had finally divorced Larry--after 27 miserable years--and she was ready to get out and live life, to finally be free. Mexico sounded like freedom to her, so she booked the tickets without even asking. She was certain that I'd welcome a vacation together, the kind of thing we'd never done while she was married to Larry. I couldn't stand the guy either. Yeah, Mexico seemed like freedom to Kathy. But this little corner of Mexico was all about a very specific kind of freedom. The freedom to sunbathe nude on a secluded beach. The freedom to hand a stranger a margarita and just start kissing him. The freedom to jack and suck and fuck 20 guys a night in the bathhouse and then hit the pharmacy in the morning for some Doxy before doing it all again the next night. This was my annual trip, these were my traditions. Kathy and the brats would put a real damper on that. "Brats" was not fair. The kids were fine. Serena was the youngest, at 17. That was old enough to start coming out of the surliest of the teen years and maybe speak with the adults around her, if she thought it would get her what she wanted: her pick of songs on the radio, a credit card to go shopping, boys on the beach, as few tan lines as possible. Frankly, those were my same goals as well. Ha! Maybe Serena and I would get on fine. But the older kid was Mark. He was 19 now, a sophomore at some state school known more for football and parties than academics. I hadn't seen him (or the rest of his family) in 3 years, but I suspected we'd be as indifferent to each other as before. Larry had been an aging, entitled frat boy and Mark was shaping up to follow. Fuck that. I squinted past my Ray Bans and watched for them to come out of the terminal. The flight landed 45 minutes ago and they should be done with Immigration and Customs any minute now. Or possibly an hour from now. This was high season after all. I went up to the Isla Bar next to the taxis and lowered my sunglasses to order a beer. And to flirt. The Mexican boys always went for my blue eyes. "Gracias, guapo," the handsome bartender said when I told him to keep the change. He held my hand longer than necessary when taking it and I sighed. This is the kind of thing I'd be giving up with family down here. If I hadn't been waiting for Kathy and the kids, I'd be chatting up this young *chavo* and we'd be making out in the bathroom during his next break. I grabbed the beer bottle and turned my back to the bar. No more temptation; I'd keep my eyes on the door and watch for family. I promised them to help with a taxi to my condo. I was halfway through my beer when they finally came out. Kathy gave me a big hug. Serena stood on her tip toes to give me little peck on the cheek. I was ready to shake Mark's hand but then the fucker was bear hugging me and trying some kind of fist bump thing that I totally bumbled. "Hey. Good to see you too," I offered weakly. "AWESOME to see you, Uncle Joey." My name was Joe--nobody called me Joey--but he continued. "I see you've got a beer waiting for me!" He laughed and grabbed it, taking a long drink and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Uh..." "Marcus John Stevenson! You know better than that!" "What," he shrugged. "I'm just getting into the vibe. Mexico, baby." He grinned from behind his shades, wearing some T-shirt with ripped off sleeves and Greek letters on it. I knew that state school would be no good. "It's OK," I said weakly. "He can have it." "All right!" Mark hollered, throwing his arm around me. "Always knew you were my favorite uncle." He took another gulp of the beer and smiled a stupid grin. "You want one?" I asked Kathy. "No, not now. Maybe when we get back to your place." "Cool. I've got a taxi ticket already. We just need to get in line." We grabbed the luggage and sweated in the blazing sun while we waited for the next available cab. "Never been to Mexico! Can't fucking wait," Mark declared. His eyes scanned the crowd. They settled on a pair of busty girls in straw hats and tank tops waiting for the driver to load their bags. I sighed. It was going to be a long week. *** I settled everyone into the condo, cramming all three of them into my guest room. I bought this place five years ago when I decided to make PV a home away from home. It gave me a place to stay when I was in town and I could rent it out the rest of the year to cover costs. It was a two bedroom, big enough to appeal to families and small groups. "You girls can share the bed and Mark can sleep on the pull-out." "Thanks for letting us visit," Kathy said. "We all need to get away. Me more than anyone." "Yeah. I know it's been hard." I gave her a hug. "But you're finally free. Divorce was definitely the right decision." "I know. But it feels so hard sometimes." Mark was messing around with the pull-out. He climbed up and tested out the mattress. "Ah, the fucking bar is in my back!" "It's free lodging," I retorted. "Fine. But if I bring someone back with me we'll do it on the living room couch. Looks much softer." "The fuck you will." "He's kidding, Joe. Aren't you, Mark?" Mark raised an eyebrow and shot us an evil grin. *** After they unpacked we had some wine and watched the sunset out on the terrace. The view was expansive; it was my favorite part about this place. That and the private plunge pool. "Fucking awesome!" Mark exclaimed when he saw it. Annoying, but I appreciated his enthusiasm. "Your Uncle Joe lives the life we all we want to be living," Kathy said wistfully. That was true in general, but not this week. "Come on, family. I'm starving. Let's go get some tacos." I walked them down the hill and into town. It nearly 20 minutes away from my place in the hills, but the views were great all along the ridge, and then we dropped into the procession of shops and restaurants and hordes of people when we got to "town." Serena's eyes locked in on all the shops. I could see her taking mental notes of places she wanted to come back to. "So many people!" Kathy remarked. "Yeah, it's high season. And New Years is the biggest week of them all." Mark's head swiveled on his shoulders, taking into crowd. It was mixed but definitely more gay than straight here on the main drag. He took note of the short shorts, mesh tank tops, and guys in nothing but speedos as they came back from the beach. "I've never seen so many gay dudes in one place," he remarked to me. "It's like a giant pussy parade for queer guys." Coarse language, but he was not wrong. "Yeah, Vallarta has long been a gay destination. It's one of the reasons I started coming here." "I'll bet." He smiled and elbowed me in the ribs as if we shared some kind of joke. "My ex-girlfriend would have been *so* into this. She always wanted us to hook up with a guy. She loved to see two dudes kissing." I didn't know what to make of that. But Mark's head swiveled for some girl with breasts bouncing out of her halter top, so I let the conversation die. Besides, we were almost to the restaurant. "This place specializes in *al pastor*," I told them. "Marinated pork cooked on a spit and topped with onion and pineapple." "Whoa, look at that!" Mark watched the squat *taquero* rapidly sliced off pieces of juicy, chile-rubbed pork and load them into a corn tortilla. He sliced some onion and grilled pineapple and put them on top. The guy did five of them and then topped everything with cilantro. "I'm going to eat at least ten!" We sat down and ordered margaritas. I told Mark to start with five tacos, but damn if the kid didn't eat them all and then order five more. "Got to fuel my gains, bro." We had another round of margaritas and then switched to beers as we tucked into a second set of tacos. There was music from roving mariachis and we all relaxed into the party scene. "This place is awesome," Mark declared. "Yeah, it's my favorite taco joint in this neighborhood." "No, I mean PV. Everybody is having a great time. It seems so fun and free here." "Yeah, that too." Mark looked around the restaurant and noted the many tables packed with gays. Groups of friends, a handful of couples. "So many mixed age couples!" He wasn't wrong. PV seemed to cultivate a lot of older/younger pairings, even beyond the older American and Canadian men who came to take up with the subset of young Mexican guys looking for someone to pay for things. "I suppose. You'll find that May-December thing anywhere." "Yeah, but there's a ton of it here. It's cool." "Cool?" "Yeah. I mean college is all about crushing on your hot professors. It's kind of like that." "Yeah? Are you hooking up with professors now?" "Tryin'" he laughed. "My English prof, for example, is a total babe. She's maybe 35, but hot as shit. Pulls her hair back for class but I always imagine what it looks like down and fanning out across the pillow." "You aiming for best in class to impress her?" "Don't need to," he laughed. "I just make a move like this...." He leaned back and stretched out his arms, making his chest go all broad, and then he threaded his fingers behind his head and popped out his biceps. "And then I ask a question. She's always taking it in." "Well good luck to you." "I'll bag her next semester when I'm in the 200-level. I've already got her primed." He clinked his beer against mine and I tried to smile back. I couldn't explain why his talk made me uncomfortable but it gave me a funny feeling in my stomach. "Can we go shopping tomorrow?" Serena asked. "I thought we'd do the beach tomorrow." "Can't wait!" Mark said. "Been working on my beach bod for a couple months now." I just need to add some tan lines." *** The next morning I came out to find Mark doing pushups in the living room. "Hey, glad you're up. You got any weights around here?" "Yeah. I've got dumbbells and some kettlebells in my room. I can bring them out." "Cool. I wanna get a good pump before we go to the beach." "Yeah, sure. That's usually my MO too." "I figured. You keep in pretty good shape." "For an old guy." "For anyone, dude. I'm serious." I got the weights and at his urging we did a little circuit together: pushups, kettlebell swings, then some arms and shoulders work with the dumbbells. "The girls still sleeping?" I asked. "Yeah. All they have to do is put on bikinis and brush their hair. For us, though, we gotta put in the work." The effort paid off. We ended up sweaty but with muscles bulging through our tank tops and shorts. I went to the kitchen and made breakfast while Mark downed a protein shake. He devoured most of the eggs and two pieces of toast. "Guess I'll have to hit the grocery store later," I told him. "Sorry. I eat a lot." "Don't apologize. It's working for you." He flexed and posed for me, then laughed. "There you are!" he called out to Kathy and Serena when they finally came out to the kitchen. "Let's get going. The beach awaits!" *** We got to the beach club by 10:30, just in time to claim to claim the last four lounge chairs together. Not a bad spot, but we were back in the third row. "Sorry we're not closer to waves." "We can still see them," Serena said. "And there's better people watching this way." I didn't mind that. There was plenty to see. I had chosen a popular beach club in between the straight and gay zones, a spot where everything melded. The place had good food and drinks, comfortable chairs, and a nice little pool. But most important it was a mix of gays and straights. There was something for everybody. During a peak week like this it skewed more gay--like almost 70%--which was a fun scene for me, with enough straights to make the rest of my crew feel comfortable. "Look at those bodies!" Kathy exclaimed. "Yeah, let's find you a new husband." "I don't think any are on my team but it's nice to watch." Sun-bronzed men thronged the place in packs: couples, trios, posses of 5-10 guys ordering bottles of champagne and toasting their lack of body fat. Beefy muscle queens slathered sunscreen onto each other's shoulders and traded workout tips. Furry bears laughed and joked and ordered platters of nachos that the twinks were too scared to eat. It was a fun scene, with plenty to look at. And by afternoon, when the drinks kicked in, it would get social. Everyone swapping numbers on the beach. Pairing off in the pool. I lived for this this week. All year long I worked hard just to get myself into this beachfront festival of flesh. "I gotta get one of those speedos," Mark declared. "Everyone will think you're gay." "I don't care. Seems to be the look for this place." It was. Men of every shape and size stuffed themselves into tiny, flashy, pieces of nylon spandex. "Your trunks look great. That's a nice, trim cut actually." Mark had chosen a really flattering pair, navy blue with a short inseam that showed off the heavy cords of muscles running through his legs. "Yeah, but when in Rome, right, Unc?" If this was Rome, Mark fit in pretty well. Like a muscled centurion guard. He was just 19 but he had already built the kind of body that 30-year olds go in debt to expensive trainers to get. His handsome, boyish face would likely mature into something commanding at middle age, sharpening into the countenance of a business exec that people expected to take orders from. But for now he had a youthful, sunny look--teenage mirth fighting against a serious adult body. I was a little jealous of those looks. And maybe jealous of those days that were now in my past. Sergio came and took our orders. We started with fruit juices and some snacks, except for Mark who dove right into beer. "Come on, people! It's a vacation!" I sighed and pulled out my book, eager to relax a little before lunch. Mark took his beer and went out on the prowl. "I'm going to take a walk along the beach. See what this all about." I watched heads turn and follow his strut out to the waves, then tracking his walk along the shore. "It's like he already knows the *puti paseo,*" I murmured. "What's that?" Kathy asked. "Nothing. Nothing. Just an expression." I went back to my book. When Mark came back thirty minutes later he had a girl in tow. "This place is amazing! So many clubs all along here. That one at the end seems ready to start to a midday rave." I could hear the thumping music from here. "This is Amber," he continued, introducing the girl. "I invited her over for a swim." The two disappeared to the pool in the back. I heard them laughing and splashing as I tried to read my book. "That guy is something else." "He's very social," Kathy explained. "Not unlike someone else I know." "Not anymore. That's a younger man's game." "Is it?" A shadow fell across us as some guy in his mid-20s came up. "Hi, I'm Pablo. In from Dallas. Where are you from?" I introduced myself, and Kathy and Serena. Pablo took a seat on Mark's empty lounger and made conversation. He was cute and flirty, and I gave it right back. It was true, I still knew how to do this. Kathy and Serena got up after a few minutes and walked out to the waves. Pablo and I continued to chat on the chairs, letting our legs touch. "I need to get back to my friends," he said after about twenty minutes. "But come by later. I'll introduce you." "Sounds good." I watched his tight butt flex against his green Speedo as he walked away. "Who was that?" Mark's wet body crashed into the chair next to me, spraying me with a few drops. "Pablo. A new friend." "I'll bet!" He gave me a wolfish grin. "That guy was totally into you." "You think?" "He was like leaning in and touching your thigh every time you made a statement. Dude is clearly hot for you." "Maybe. We'll see later on. Plenty of hot guys his own age to go for. Look at his group." They were all beautiful, laughing and talking and touching each other. "I don't think that's what he wants," indicating Pablo's group with a dismissive wave. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Unc. You've got a super fit body and a whole lot more wisdom than that crowd. I'm sure he's into it." "And what about Amber?" I changed the subject. "Nice girl," he smiled. "Beautiful tits. I'll round her up later. Right now I'm leaving her wanting more." He hefted the bottle of beer to his lips and drained it. "Want one?" He motioned for Sergio. "Yeah, but something harder. And some lunch." "Works for me." I waved at the girls to come back. We ordered margaritas and some lunch, all of us talking and laughing as the music pumped and the waves crashed. Mark ordered a second margarita after lunch. "It's super sexual here. I love the vibe." He grabbed his dick through his swim trunks and showed me the big outline of his half-hard. "Put that thing away, kid. Grow up." But I knew everyone around here was just the same. Some of us never grow out of it. *** By 5:00 the day was winding down. The sun sunk lower in the sky and people closed their umbrellas to take in the last rays. Everyone was buzzed and social. After talking with at least five more girls, Mark was now back with Amber, rubbing lotion into her shoulders and down her back. I infiltrated Pablo's group and chatted with them all. Then Pablo pulled me off to the side. "People are starting to pack up," he said. "Yeah? Is your group going somewhere?" "We're supposed to have cocktails back at the condo. There's a rooftop bar. Want to join us?" "I gotta take this crew back home." "They need you to do that?" "I should. I'm a good brother. And uncle." "You are," he said, grabbing my arm. "I can tell." He gave me a kiss. His lips were warm and tasted of coconut lip balm. "Are you going out later?" "I can probably get away." "Give me your number and maybe you can come out and meet us." "I'd definitely come out to meet you." "That's what I mean," he said with another kiss. "It's a deal." I went back to my group and we packed up our stuff. "I might go out after dinner," I announced. "You dog!" Mark shot me a smile. "It's that guy, right?" "Yeah. What about Amber?" "I'm meeting her at 9:30." "And you girls?" "I'll be going to bed," Kathy announced. "I'll go out!" Serena said. "Not alone you won't." "Mom!" "And you're not of age, anyway." "Mark's not of age either!" "Not in the US, he's not," Kathy agreed. "But here he is." "It's OK, Serena. I'll take us all out another night." She pouted through dinner, but I didn't care. I was focused on getting away and meeting up with Pablo. *** I had a good time with Pablo. First with him and his friends, at a bar, and then the two of split off to a little cocktail lounge. After that we went back to his condo. It was nearly 2:00 AM when I got back to my place. I was surprised to find the lights still on. I found Mark in the kitchen, guzzling a huge glass of water and slamming some aspirin. "Hey, hey!" His smile was too broad and his voice was too loud. "Are you drunk, buddy?" "A little." He hiccuped. He took another gulp of water. "So how did it go with that guy?" "Good. What about you and Amber?" "Eh. Dancing was fun. She can really move. I thought she was going to bring me back to her place after grinding up on me for three hours, but she claimed that she and her girlfriends agreed to no guys up in the hotel room they're all sharing." "Sorry, dude." "What about you? Did you fuck that guy?" "None of your business." "So he fucked you then." "Fuck off." I gave him a little shove. "Now you've got me all curious, Uncle Joe. Like, are you a top or a bottom?" "Why do you care?" "Just curious. I have my guesses." "Why all the fascination with gay stuff on this trip, Mark? You got something to tell me?" "I just think it's cool. This place. All you guys. All sexy and sexed up and free. Seems pretty cool." "Mark, are you gay? Or bi?" "Nah dude." He laughed. "Ever fooled around with a guy?" "Who hasn't?" "A circle jerk when you're a dumb 13 year old doesn't count." "I'm not talking about that. I've gotten my dick sucked a couple times. Like when everybody gets drunk and there no girls and the gay guys are just hungry or something." He shrugged. "It's no big deal. Maybe kiss one after to say thank you." "Sounds pretty gay." "Nah, I'm just polite." He took a sip of water and then looked at me. "Why? What if I were into dudes a little?" "I'd be supportive." "Is that all?" "Yeah." He stepped closer. "You sure about that?" What was he doing? "Yes." "OK." He laughed. "But I still wanna know who fucked who." "A gentleman never tells." "You don't always have to be a gentleman." He grabbed my arm. "I do. Go to bed, Mark." "Sure thing. Only--" "What?" He leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek. "I'm glad you got laid tonight. Gonna think about that." He turned and walked out to the guest bedroom. I stood in the kitchen for a few minutes trying to figure out what the hell the kid was getting at. I shook my head. Drunken fool. I went to bed. *** The next morning I went out to make coffee and found Mark out on the couch, covered in a blanket and scrolling through his phone. "`Morning, Joey," he called out. "What's up? Did you sleep out here?" "Yeah. Too crowded in there with the girls. Besides, I like to jack off before bed, so I wanted some privacy. Helps me fall asleep." "It's not really private out here. Anyone could walk through." "I'm sure you wouldn't mind." Was he still drunk? I shook my head and went on into the kitchen to grind the coffee. I didn't know what he was playing at. I made breakfast while the rest of the house filtered out of the bedrooms and got ready for the day. "I thought we'd try zip lining today." "I'm in!" Mark said. "Me too," chimed Serena. "I don't know." Kathy looked doubtful. "Come on, sis. Give it a go." "Yeah, Mom. This place is for trying new things," Mark cajoled. "All right," Kathy sighed. "It's something Larry would never do. So I suppose that means I should." "Yeah, Mom!" Our day up in the mountains was great. A mule trek to the top and then 12 zip lines down to the riverbed at the bottom. The guides dunked us on the last one. We sat in the sun and drank some beers while we waited for our shorts ro dry. Then we headed home on the bus. "I'm starving!" Mark declared. "It's almost cocktail hour. I'll make some snacks and we can chill in the pool while we wait for sunset." "Sounds nice, but I'm going to rest." Kathy had been a good sport, but she was done. "I'm in!" Mark, of course. "I might join later," Serena said. "I want to FaceTime with my boyfriend." I put together a plate of cold cuts and cheese and crackers, along with a bucket of beers, and brought it to the plunge pool. "You've got such a sweet set up!" Mark declared. "Yeah, the pool is half the reason I bought this place." "The view has to be the other half." Mark stood up and scanned the 250 degree of the Bay. Sunlight glimmered in the beads of water running down his chest. "You can see everything from here." "Pretty much." We sipped our beers in silence and gazed out on the bay. Boats rolled back and forth and colorful parasails lofted people into the sky. I sighed. This was my happy place. "I love this song." I stood up to grab the speaker and adjust the volume. When I turned back, Mark was staring. "You've got a really nice body, Uncle Joey." "Um thanks. It takes work." "It's working." He took a sip of beer and studied my figure. "You've got great upper body definition *and* it's clear you don't skip leg day either." "I love to train legs." "Beautiful ass too." He took a long, slow sip of beer while he looked it over. "Lots of squats." "That's why I'd guess you're a bottom." "It doesn't work that way." "Doesn't hurt, though. I'm sure you've got plenty of guys eyeing it up." "Can you stop talking about my body?" "If you want." He smiled. "But I'm still gonna think it." "Besides body parts don't mean anything. You've got a meaty ass too. Doesn't mean you're looking to get fucked." He raised an eyebrow. "You've noticed?" He stood up and posed to show it off. "Squats and deads. Just like you. Girls like a guy who fills out his jeans." "Guys do too." "And that's why we do it." He clinked his beer into mine. "You want bigger arms?" "Doesn't everybody?" "I can show you some of my moves. How to make them really pop. Like this." He flexed and put my arm on his bulging bicep. "Go on, give it a squeeze." I did. "Rock hard," he declared. "A Russian training method I picked up from the Internet. I'll show you." "OK." Part of me wanted to hold on, to keep squeezing, to test the limits of that big ball of muscle. But I let my hand drop. I was getting uncomfortable. "Damn! I love working out. Gets me kind of hard to know I can shape my body into this." He dropped his hand and squeezed his dick. The thick outline poked at his trunks. He handled it a bit, trying to stuff it back down. He looked over at me. "It's OK if you're hard too." I sat back down in the water. I didn't want him to see that I was. *** Serena came into the pool shortly after that, which put the conversation back into normal territory. I was relieved. There were strange and uncomfortable thoughts floating in and out of my head. Kathy came out with a glass of rosé and sat in a deck chair while we all watched the sunset. The sky lit up with fiery yellows and oranges before fading into pinks and purples. "That was beautiful," Kathy declared when the sky went dark and the stars started showing. "Always is." *** We showered off the pool water and got dressed for dinner in town. I took them to a place with a beautiful outdoor terrace overlooking the spire of the main church. The food was great and mariachis roved from table to table. They asked us for requests. "Can you do Despacito?" Mark asked. "Is that the only song in Spanish you know?" "Pretty much." "*Claro que sí, señores,*" the group leader said. And they began to play. It sounded lovely in this format, with guitars and accordion and their voices blending in harmony. It could almost make you forget how dirty the lyrics actually are. "Bravo!" We thanked them and I shoved some bills into their container. "Take me to one your clubs," Mark whispered. He leaned in, touching my arm and keeping his voice low. "I want to go out dancing." "I only know the gay clubs here." "That's what I mean. Wherever. I just want to dance." "OK." After dinner we put the girls in a cab and Mark and I walked fifteen minutes over to the gay zone. "The "club" clubs don't get going until late," I told him. "But this one on the corner has an earlier crowd. Cheap beer and fun pop songs. We can dance for a bit and see if I can stay up until the later clubs open." "Sounds good. I'm all about cheap beer. Means I can afford to buy us the first round." We entered and pushed our way through the crowd. Mark sidled up to the bar and leaned in to get the bartender's attention. His young face and brawny arms resting on the bar seemed to do the trick. "*Qué te pongo, guapo?*" "Beers. Dos." Mark smiled. The bartender winked and fetched two bottles, opening them up and handing them over. "Gracias." Mark handed over some bills and let his hand linger on the bartender's. "Keep the change." "You're a fucking flirt," I told him as he handed me a beer. "I know how to get what I want." He clinked his bottle into mine. "That guy will be attentive all night." He wasn't the only one. Mark was drawing looks from around the bar. He was fresh meat. A pretty kid, all muscled up and here in PV for the first time. I'd have to make sure he didn't get propositioned when he went the bathroom. But maybe that's what he wanted. He was definitely playing with something this trip. The crowd was packed in tight, everybody holding drinks and dancing along to Dua Lipa, Sia, some old Whitney. Mark danced with me and I felt people's eyes on us. They were trying to figure out if we were a couple. Some looking envious if they thought we were. "Woo!" Mark sang along, moving his hips and pumping his arm into the air. Some 70s hits came on. Thelma Houston. Donna Summer. He put his hand on my chest and leaned in. "I fucking love this song!" "You weren't even born!" I retorted. He just grinned and rocked out, having a great time and slamming his hips against mine. A group of 20-something guys dancing next to us broke apart. They ringed around us until we were all dancing together. A slim bond boy made eyes at me. A tall jock with floppy hair threw his arm over Mark's shoulder and introduced himself. They whispered to each other and broke apart laughing. Jock guy introduced himself to me too, and then presented the rest of his crew. "You guys want some more beer?" he asked when the song was over. "Sure." Mark took a last sip and drained his. I tipped mine back and did the same. The jock guy, Brandon, pulled Mark over to the bar and they came back with several bottles. We clinked them and tossed some back, then danced some more. The music changed from 70s to 80s and 90s and up, working through the past decades in a furious cross-cutting mix. We danced hard, singing along, sweat pouring from our bodies. When the extended medley was done, the guys pulled back. "Let's take a break." We moved toward the edge where we could set our beers down and talk. Along the way I caught sight of Pablo and he flashed me a smile. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back out to the dance floor. I gave in to another dance while Mark hung out with the pack of boys. I could see them all talking and laughing and having fun. Mark was OK. Good. I gave in to the dance with Pablo. It was nice to see him again. PV has a way of bringing people back to you. Pablo and I danced for a few more songs and then he pulled me close. Just past him I could that see Mark's group watching us. Some whispering. One pointed. "My friends and I are heading out to Industry," Pablo said. "Come with us." "I'm with my nephew." I indicated Mark who had his arm around two of the guys in the group. He leaned in and whispered something to them. "I can't leave Mark, but we'll come over and join you as soon as we can." "OK," he said with a kiss on my cheek. "Hope to see you." "Yeah, me too." Pablo peeled away and suddenly Mark was right there. "Having fun?" "Totally," I told him. "Are you?" "Great night! Let me get you a beer." He grabbed my hand and led me to the bar. His bartender was on us in flash, delivering the beers with a smile and big wink. Mark led me back to the perimeter of the dance floor. "You don't want to go back to your group? Are you ready to go?" "Not yet," he smiled. I noticed for the first time he was a good two inches taller than me. When did that happen? "Looks like you had fun with them." "Yeah, they're good guys." "So what were you talking about?" "You." "Me and Pablo?" "No, just you." "What about me?" He took a long drink of his beer. Then he smiled. He leaned in. "We all agreed. You're the hottest guy here." "I know the blond kid thinks that." "Brian? Oh he definitely does. But no, we all do." "All of them?" "No. All of us." He was grinning like an idiot. "Mark. What's going on?" "I'm trying to tell you you're hot, Uncle." "Well, thanks but--" "You're not getting it." And then Mark grabbed my chin and pulled my face to his. And then we were kissing. His soft lips touched mine and just like that he was kissing me. I kissed back. At first it was like a reflex. Then my mind intruded: I'm kissing my *nephew.* My *nephew* is kissing me. Mark rested his hand in the small of my back and my thoughts flew away. There was only the reality of his warm body pressing into mine and our soft lips coming together. His held me firmly. Just enough to lock me in place where the pheromones could take over. Where thoughts melted away, and our bodies melded together, and there was only tongue and touch and a ridiculous, satisfied sigh that escaped from me. Or him. Maybe from both of us. He pulled back and looked at me. "Wow," he said. "Wow." I didn't know what to say. Or to do. But Mark decided for us. He pulled me back in and started kissing again. My stomach touched his. His pelvis locked onto mine. His hand held the back of my head. And we kissed again. When we broke it off this time, I stepped back to catch myself. To put some space between us and this crazy chemistry that had arisen. "Did we--" "We did." Mark smiled at me and I smiled back. I looked around the bar. Had they seen it too? Uncle and nephew kissing like two horny teenagers? I flushed. In the distance I saw Mark's group whooping and high-fiving each other. I turned back to Mark. "What's that about?" "Oh." He looked sheepish. "They bet me that I wouldn't do it." He grinned broadly. "And of course I did." "They...they *bet* you? You kissed me on a bet?" "Well yeah, but--" "Fuck you." I stepped back. "That's fucked up." "Uncle Joey!" "I'm outta here. You can find your way back home." I pushed through the crowd and onto the street. I flagged down a taxi. What the fuck? What the actual fuck was that? End Par 1. Stay tuned for Part 2!