Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2012 09:22:20 -0800
From: Rio Mack <badprose@hotmail.com>
Subject: Six Percent 3 (gay adult/youth)

The Six Percent Summer
By Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.

3.  Down at the Dock

"You're right, son, skinny-dippin's fine as fuck!"

It had been utterly thrilling for Per, swimming naked with Danny for the
past hour: admiring the boy's naked, water-glazed perfection, flaunting his
own hard-carved definition, loving the rush of lake-water on his naked
musculature as he dove or swam hard, as well as the cool lapping when he
floated on his back, his big cock splayed across his abs or lolling down
along his hip.

Not to mention all the dick-stiffening horseplay and wrestling the two of
them got into grab-ass almost immediately: they used the excuse of being in
the water nude together to paw and grope each other shamelessly.  Their
randy romping finally evolved into a game the goal of which was to swim up
close to your opponent and grab his dick before he could grab yours.  They
quit when the game became just mutual underwater hand-jobs, making them
realize what they both really wanted out of this first time alone together
on the dock: more of the raw, passionate lust-play they had begun in the
boathouse, now gleaming under a glorious sun.

They climbed up onto the dock and dried themselves in their big beach
towels -- slowly, sensually, putting on a steamy, gay-muscle sex show for
each other, making sure to flaunt lots of muscle and cock and ass.  Each
horny stud's gaze was hungrily riveted on the other's beautifully worked
body and thick, jostling cock.

Each, apparently, had tacitly and oh-so-delightedly agreed they'd passed
that point in normal masculine camaraderie where a male has to worry about
staring too frankly at another male's beauty; that up here, alone together,
they could both indulge freely the male erotic.  Their behavior together --
all the touching and gazing and teasing and grabbing, along with all the
sly, pointed comments -- was far more than propriety ordinarily allowed,
especially between an older man and a younger boy, but it was what their
lust demanded.

"Damn, you're still hard from those water sports!" Per teased, loving the
sight of the boy's firm, young erection shaking and jostling as he toweled
off his spiky hair.  Per dropped his towel, reached over, and gave the
youth's thick stiffness a playful pull.

"Hell yeah!," Danny grinned, impetuously eager for this intimacy with his
uncle to blossom into all-out gayness as soon as possible, letting their
days together play out in a thick, steamy climate of homoerotic abandon for
the rest of the summer.

"I mean, word, dude: a hot, hunky muscle-stud like you teasin' me, yankin'
on my dick, grabbin' my nutsac?  Best believe it's gonna take me quite some
time to go soft after shit like that!  That was some sweet fuckin'
boy-play, Per!  Kick-ass!  It's so fuckin' AMAZING that you're into that
shit.  Awesome, dude!"

"But damn, dude," the boy added, letting his hands play worshipfully all
over Per's beautifully defined body, those fur-dusted pecs and deeply
grooved washboard, "don't even take that kinda raunchy play.  Just fuckin'
lookin' at you gets me hard as fuck, 'specially all bare-assed, with this
fine fuckin' horse-cock you're flauntin'.  Fuck, dude!  You're so fuckin'
ripped, so fuckin' hot, so fuckin' hung!  Gonna have my dick droolin' any
minute, dawg, I swear!"

And now Danny had begun a light, reverent stroking of Per's beefy shaft.
It was easily the sexiest cock Danny had ever seen: lovely, lickable veins
laced a thick, hefty shaft, and the meaty head stretched out a full,
luscious fold of foreskin -- the whole gorgeous package promised such a
wealth of pleasure.

"No doubt, junior; no doubt.  Believe me, I KNOW how fuckin' hot I look.
Worked hard as fuck to get this way.  Hell, if a horny young gay stud like
yourself DIDN'T bone up seein' me, guess I'd wonder if they was really
gay!"

Per's eyes were locked, as he spoke, on Danny's hard young cock.  This was
the first time in his life he could gaze wantonly at his most prized
lust-object: a boy's hard, beautiful dick.  Danny's was especially choice:
that sweet, sexy, up-curve made it look like the horn of some sleek,
muscular, wild jungle animal.

"Damn," Per said softly, daring to keep running his finger back and forth
along that firm, arced shaft, matching his stroke-rhythm to the one Danny
was playing on his now semi-hard shaft, "I love this hot, sexy curve your
dick has.  So fuckin' hot!  Makes my damn mouth water, dude!  And guys'
dicks don't usually get me hard like this."

"Thanks, dawg.  I think it's pretty hot, too.  Dudes tell me it feels
awesome when I fuck 'em; really hits their love-nut, drives 'em crazy."

"I bet it does," Per said, his voice thick now with desire, his hand daring
to linger on Danny's full, ripe, hardness as a kind of embarrassed,
desperate confession to the boy of how hungry he was for the touch of male
intimacy -- his lips parched and trembling with their thirst for Danny's
sleek, young firmness; his virgin ass felt a fevered craving to be impaled
on that vibrant, robust hardness.

Per's own cock was full and bouncy with the ambient hardcore male lust
permeating the scene.  He wanted to revel in the sheer physical pleasures
of this now-nude boy-paradise as much he could; he and the boy were both so
into it, and it wasn't like actual sex or anything -- just the hottest,
most satisfying flirting he'd ever done.

"Yep," Danny purred, equally high on the gay-muscle headiness of, first,
swimming nude with his stud-god uncle, and now getting this sweet, shy
hand-job from him, and being able to return it in so lecherously a way,
"swimmin' bare-assed is the only way!"

"Especially," Per said huskily, his hand moving from stroking Danny's shaft
to caressing his firm, sensual ass, luxuriating in the new-found same-sex
frankness which such daring closeness to his gorgeous young nephew had
inflamed in him, "when the ass is as hot as yours, boy.  It is seriously
just about the sexiest, most dick-stiffening ass I have seen, son.
Serious, dawg, for real!  I might be straight, but this ass o' yours gets
me hard as fuck!  If I was gay?  Fuck, I'd really get busy with this bad
boy, bro.  Eatin' it, lickin' it, kissin' it, fingerin' and tonguin' it for
hours, playin' with it like crazy, rubbin' my hard wet stiffness all over
these smooth cheeks, and up and down this smooth crack, gettin' you ready
to take this huge, hot, hard, horny cock o' mine.  Squeezin' these sweet
hard glutes o' yours as I fucked that hot, sweet hole as hard and deep as I
could.  Damn, you best be glad I ain't gay, son, else I'd be tearin' this
shit up all day."

Danny grinned, not daring to take Per seriously, yet staying lusciously
hard with the unreal fantasy of sex with his hot, hot uncle.  He loved that
Per was so cool and frank with gay sex, loved that his uncle could
understand the horned-up, balls-out rawness of a young gay's desire.  But
then, he was so fucking virile and highly sexed himself, that was way
obvious.

"Bring it on, stud!" the boy laughed, pulling his bronzed ass-cheeks apart
to expose a naturally smooth crack and temptingly tight rosebud.  "Any
fucking time!  Seriously, dawg!"

Per, nervous about going too far too fast, gave a smirking laugh and spread
his beach towel out on the dock.  He got down and lay on his stomach to
tan, loving the feel of the hot sun on his naked ass.

Per continued to stare at the boy, trying to think of the next logical move
to further this wonderfully sexually charged summer.

Danny, seeing Per's still-locked gaze, threw off the towel draping his
shoulders and went over to grab a bottle of suntan lotion off one of tables
on the dock.  Holding the bottle at cock level, he let three or four loads
spurt out into his hand, then dropping the bottle, he made a XXX-rated porn
clip out of the act of applying sunscreen.

He sensuously rubbed and tweaked his nipples, massaged his ass, and
fingered his crack, first with one finger, then two, then three (he wanted
Per to see how welcome that huge horse-cock would be in his hungry hole).
Then another gob of lotion and he slather-traced his cut, ripped washboard.

Per, growing hard and horny with this raw boy-lust on such luscious
display, began hooting and jacking.

Another squirt of sunscreen, and the boy settled in for a slow, sweet
stroke session, lewdly oiling his rock-hard shaft back and forth in front
of Per's lust-glazed gaze.

The older stud was stoked.  He lifted his Michaelangelo muscle-frame up and
motioned for Danny to toss him the sunscreen.

"You got the right idea, son.  Better get me some lotion on my ass, too,
else I'll be Lobster Boy later tonight."

He squeezed a thick glob onto his hand, then quickly made him cut muscles
gleam, oiling them and burnishing them to shimmeringly erotic perfection
under the sun's glare.

He turned his back to the boy and worked a slick middle finger up and down
his crack, causing Danny to cry out from the lust stabbing him.  Then Per
turned to face the boy, squirted out another glop of lotion, and oiled up
his hard jutting shaft -- his slow, slathering fisting matching Danny's
smoldering rhythm.

Cock-crazed Per was absolutely stoked to see how easily, how naturally, the
two of them fell into impromptu j/o sessions like this.  Their horned-up,
same-sex desire seemed to lead them on a rapturous dance.  He loved to
finger his thick, hefty hardness so brazenly in front of the gorgeous young
teen, while his eyes could feast on the boy's impressive cock being so
beautifully fondled.

After a minute or so, Danny sidled over to his uncle and they fisted their
huge hard cocks in tandem -- Per leering coolly, intensely, breathlessly;
Danny devilishly excited, delighted at how willing Per was to explore gay
lust.

Danny felt like he'd been gardening all afternoon, using a super-fertilizer
of naked cock and muscle to quickly cultivate boy-sex desire in Per,
planting the seed and nurturing it steadily back in the cottage and
boathouse, tending to it constantly, then giving it a lot of water, nursing
it along to the incredibly glorious blossom they were both enjoying now; a
bloom so beautifully full and flesh-stalked already, he thought, as he
watched Per luxuriate in their boy-on-boy sensuousness.  It's going to be
an amazing growth period this summer, watching it grow and flourish --
lush, vibrant, many-flowered.

Indeed, time to tend it further, he apprised -- eyes glued to the gleaming,
majestic power of Per's ripe, fleshy fuck-flower.

So the boy, still stroking himself with one hand and tracing sexy lines
across Per's washboard with the other, snaked his fingers down to the end
of his uncle's 8-pack, down through his golden-blonde bush, until he
reached Per's cock.

He softly, insistently, nudged Per's own grip off that huge uncut hardness
and began jacking his uncle's cock to the same rhythm he was jacking his
own.

"Fuck, yeah!" Per hissed.  "Jack that fuckin' cock, bro!  So hot when
buddies help each other out!  Feels so fuckin' fine, junior!"

"Fuck, yeah, Per!  Such an awesome fuckin' dick, dude!  My mouth's been
waterin' ever since I saw it looking so fucking hot and bulgy in that
jockstrap!  Can't wait to see you shoot your big stud load, bro!"

Per brought his hands up and clasped them around the back of his head,
showing off his pits and flexing his pecs and abs, then began sensual
hip-thrusts into the boy's hand-job, fucking his grip the way he'd like to
fuck the boy's ass.

This time, Per knew, there would be no breaking off the climax of pleasure
they both so achingly needed.

Danny turned to face Per and, daringly -- but desperate to see just how far
he could go how fast -- took both their cocks in his hand, barely able to
get his whole hand around the width of their two jutting shafts, given the
huge, meaty girth of his uncle's fuck-stick.

"FUCK yeah, Danny!" Per moaned low, in utter ecstasy, "feels so damn fine!
Been hopin' all day we could get into shit like this, this kinda man-play.
You are such a hot hot fucker, son.  Fuck, yeah, jack those fuckin' cocks!"

Danny reached with his other hand and pulled Per's head towards his.  They
kissed with a hot, explosive passion, all the lust-fever that had been
boiling between them all day suddenly erupted.  Their tongues did a
desperate dance of intense, gay hunger.  Per angled his hips to make sure
their ballsacs were rubbing against each other.

Per felt a passion course through him unlike anything he had ever
experienced.  His nuts were trembling, throbbing in their sac, his dick was
pulsating in the pure delight of virility, he felt on the verge of a
seizure.  He mashed his mouth and lips and tongue against the boy's,
gasping and half-crying in deep, masculine need.

He felt so young, so alive, so energized with Danny.  He felt, for the
first time in a long time, the way he felt he was meant to be.

As he humped the boy's stiffness with his own, he fondled the boy's crack
wantonly, poking and prodding at the hole, making known the raging demands
of an unleashed beast.

Danny returned Per's lust with the same degree of abandon.  His orgasmic
ecstasy was a combination of sheer boy-sex body-pleasure, as well as the
smug thought that his anxious fantasy of a gay-lust summer with Per was
proceeding faster than he'd dared to hope.  He'd read his uncle perfectly,
he thought: they were both horny young men who shared the exact same
overpowering desire for naked muscle and cock and ass.  Danny thrilled to
the thought of the summer ahead.

Danny could feel his own hot cream bubbling to imminent overflow.

Per drew his head back, his face a mask of agonized pleasure, and screamed
in keen, male eruption.

"FUUUUCCCKKK!!!!"

And his cock erupted: wave upon wave of hot, thick cum blasted Danny's abs
and flowed down over his hand, coating both their cocks.

The sensation was too much, and Danny blasted his own load, clasping his
ass-cheeks tightly onto the finger Per had halfway inserted into his hole.

They closed each other's bodies in a panting embrace, tenderly kissing and
gasping in the throes of the male's most blissful state -- namely, the
post-cum aura shared with another man.

"Damn, that was hot as fuck, junior," Per finally stammered, still stroking
the boy's beautifully smooth, bronze upper body.

"No shit, dawg.  So fuckin' cool you're into that, bro!"

"Takes me back to my college days, dude -- us buds helpin' each other out
during a dry spell."

"Well, it's gonna be dry as hell for you when you're wife leaves, dawg, so
count on me for as much help as you need!"

"Cool, Danny," Per grunted, trying not to show his rabid excitement at the
thought.

"Well," the older stud added, his lust temporarily sated, "only way to
follow up a hot stroke session like that is to lay out in this gorgeous
damn sun."

Both boys stretched out on their towels.

After a few minutes of soaking in the sun, amped in the afterglow of that
amazing orgasm, Per felt the need for more boy-sex talk.

"So, what are you, Danny, top?  Bottom?  Both?"

"Hell yeah, I'm versatile; best damn believe it.  I love fuckin' hot boys,
no doubt.  I gotta nice big hard prick that's made a lot of dudes all kinds
of happy."

He stroked his thick boy-cock temptingly for Per's appreciative gaze,
returning his uncle's stare of steel-eyed lust in equal measure.

"Older dudes, too," Danny added, coolly.  "Guys your age, coaches and their
friends and shit, or dudes who come up to me after hockey games, older
jocks, guys playin' college hockey, or just college-age fans, even some
young pro's.  Oh yeah, I fucked my share o' older dudes, no doubt.  That's
always so fuckin' hot: mature, experienced dudes, like you, with strong,
primal masculine needs; into some hot, heavy man-sex.  Shit, you better
know I am ALWAYS down for that shit!

"But as fine as it feels gettin' my nut off that way, I'm just as down for
a big, hard cock up my ass."

His gaze turned frank again.

"Especially if the dude has an awesome body.  Like yours, bro.  Cause you
gotta know, Unc, you are like a horny gay boy's fantasy top of all time.
'Specially if you can make good on the heavy-duty promise that dick o'
yours makes, and really throw a fuck!  But shit, I guess with a long,
thick, luscious cock like you're packin', it don't matter if you know the
first thing about fucking.  As long as you can stay hard.  Fuck, ridin'
that thick, big-ass prick of yours, worshippin' that hot fuckin'
muscle-stud body, and no doubt I'd be shootin' a thick hot load in no time.
Fuck, dude, am I ever down for that.  I mean, just so's you know, dawg.
Any fuckin' time you're ready, dude, it is 'game on,' no doubt."

Per reveled in this heady confession of lusty, graphic desire -- the exact
desire that was throbbing through his own hard, ripe body.  He loved that
they spoke so matter-of-factly about it; he felt excitedly, immediately, at
home in the language of gay desire.  Its raw, sensual terminology, along
with the singularly masculine need it described, spoke to his head and ass
and groin like low, throbbing, bass-heavy music.

He readjusted the boy-drunk cock thickening under his abs and, sexually
sated for the moment, and settled in to work on his tan and scope out his
hot nephew, enjoying the feel of hot sun on his backside, baking his
sensuously pumped musculature.

"Damn," he said after a few minutes of blissful sun-bathing, "when Irene
and your mom leave, if the weather stays hot like this, you are so damn
right, dude: let's just be nude up here all the time.  I forgot how good
the sun feels on my ass up here!"

Then Per jumped up and walked over to one of the chaises on the dock, so he
could lay back and tan his front.  As he straddled the chaise before easing
into it, he waggled his long plump prick teasingly at his nephew.

"I bet a gay teen horndog like you will LOVE seein' this nice thick sausage
o' mine bouncin' and bobbin' around all day, huh?  Yeahhhhh, worship this
prime hunk o' man-meat, you sexy young cocksucker!"

Danny's heart skipped any number of beats.  His eyes had been riveted on
those gorgeous, gleaming, rock-carved ass-cheeks, smooth and hard, fur
seeming to glisten in the sun.  Now he got to drink in Per's ripped
washboard and thick, gorgeous uncut fuck-stick.  And to top it off, Per was
talking about flaunting that naked glory as much as possible!  All-nude
beefcake, all the time!  And stroke sessions (and who knows what else)
seemingly whenever they felt the urge.  Fuck, what a summer this was going
to be!

He wished his mom and auntie were leaving tonight, instead of the day after
tomorrow.

He'd have Per totally gay by tonight, he was sure of it.  This stud was so
willing it was painful; all it would take was juuuuussst a bit more time.

"Tight by me," the boy said coolly, "if Mom wasn't around, I'd be
bare-assed up here 24/7.  This place is made for a fit dude just basking
his naked-ass body in the sun all day.  But maybe let's not be nude not ALL
the time, stud -- cause I wanna see that tight fuckin' body of yours in all
those hot, sexy-ass, gay-as-fuck jocks and undies and swimsuits you brought
up with ya!"

Per smiled to himself: tou-fuckin'-chŽ, Danny.

But after he laughed off Danny's knowing dig, he grew in sensual arousal,
deeply buzzed at the thought of the upcoming man-sex paradise he and his
young hottie of a nephew were going to turn this place into.  Stag-Life
Summer, par excellence.  He couldn't wait until sun-dappled homoeroticism
was the air they breathed, the water they swam in.

Per sweetly savored the prospect of flaunting his naked perfection in front
of his obviously turned-on nephew -- his muscle-carved, smoking hot
physique, culminating in those fat, thick, beautifully uncut nine inches,
which, he leered knowingly to himself, Danny was always checking out.

And being able to watch his lean, cut, sexy-ass nephew parade around naked
in front of him all day.  He could look at Danny's leanly cut, sexy-ass
frame all damn day -- shit, that boy's hotness just did not stop.  Not just
those beautifully sculpted, marble-smooth, ripe young muscles, and that
heart-stoppingly ripped high school hottie's washboard, but there was that
hefty, man-sized, low-dangling dick.  Uncut and luscious, with a thick fold
of foreskin.  Per knew it wasn't as big as his, but it was still sheer,
erotic perfection.

He smiled with a horn-dog's delight at how often through the day their
cocks would swell and harden as their gorgeous bodies inflamed each other's
desire.  Then the stroking and jacking would begin, along with who knew
what other sorts of sensuous man-play.  Per'd never sucked a cock in his
life, but all he could think of as he watched that smooth, thick, plump
cock of Danny's swing and dangle was what a tasty damn mouthful it'd make.

His own cock grew engorged and heavy from the thickly oozing frisson of
boy-lust churning through it.

His lust-addled mind conjured a vivid image of them both on the dock, nude
like this, bronzed in the sun, lapping on each other's hard, straining
shafts and running their hands over each other's beautifully defined
perfection.  He wondered what Danny would taste like when he shot a hot,
thick load of boy-cream in his hungry mouth.  With that pleasant thought
riffing through mind, Per lay his gorgeously chiseled bulk further back in
his chaise and gave a few slow, sensuous strokes to his huge, meaty shaft
as it lolled about halfway up his deeply grooved lower abs.

A few minutes later, Danny spoke up.

"Per, dawg, all this foolin' around we've been doin' since you got here --
fuck, dude, I just gotta say, it's some of the hottest sex I've ever had --
and we ain't even done that much yet!  You are, like, my dream fuck-buddy.
And maybe it's cause you're the most amazing man's man ever, so amazing
that you can even have sex with dudes and not be gay.  But Per, ARE you
gay?  I mean, for real?  Cause this shit we been doin' is like
off-the-fuckin'-hook gay, dawg -- you realize that, right?"

"Danny," Per said slowly, nervous and uncomfortable at having to talk about
this, "call me nuts, but it just don't feel gay to me.  I tell ya, to me,
this is just dudes helpin' each other out.  All our jacking and ass-play
and posing and shit, that's just boys bein' boys.  If we was into
butt-fucking, sure, THAT would be gay as fuck!  But what we're into?  It
feels like, I dunno, like the natural sort of intimacy of two horny,
curious boys.

"Or lemme put it this way: we're like two raw, virile, totally hot-looking
soldiers, off on campaign, who've been away from women for a long time, and
who are desperate for a man's release.  And, sure, maybe one of the
soldiers is gay, and desires the other soldier as he would normally.  But
the other one sure as fuck isn't.  Alone, though, in their tent, names and
labels don't matter.  All that matters is that release.  And these two
soldiers have found a way to give each other some of the best possible sex
two men can.  Seems normal as shit to me.  I mean, not ALL male sex is gay,
dawg."

Per was getting hard again.  It was all that boy-sex talk.

"I guess," he went on, "every man has SOME gay in them.  Some are, like
90/10 gay/straight or straight/gay; some maybe 70/30 either way.  I bet
some are 50/50.  You claim you're a hundred percent gay.  I figger I'm
maybe 6 percent gay.  But whatever the ratio is for me, right now I can
only say what we got ahead of us this summer seems fucking wonderful."

Danny scooted over and began fondling Per's half-hard cock.

"You got that right, dawg.  Like you said earlier in the boathouse, a
dude's gotta jack -- and fuck if we ain't gonna be jackin' each other all
fuckin' summer!  Gonna be hot as fuck!"

"I mean, it's too bad I AIN'T really gay," Per went on.  "I think I'd make
a perfect gay dude: I'm, like, totally into muscle.  And I gotta admit I
get soooo fuckin' turned on by a certain type of guy -- young muscle dudes
like you and the hot college boys who work out at my gym.  You fuckers turn
my crank every damn time.  I was hard for you, Danny, the minute you opened
the door this morning.  And the sex you gay dudes are into -- at least,
what I imagine you're into -- all that stroking and sucking and fucking,
all dick and balls and muscle and ass and mouth and nips, all that kinda
hard-core male shit -- I gotta say, dude, it sounds hot as fuck to me!"

"Well damn, dude, you came to the right place for all that shit!" Danny
laughed, working Per's steel-hard shaft like a pro, squeezing drops of
pre-cum out of the meaty tip and licking them off his finger.

As Per drifted back into this now wonderfully familiar pleasure-zone -- a
hot, hungry boy so expertly working his very needy cock -- he couldn't
quiet the one nagging little part of his mind still able to focus on
something other than boys and dicks and sex-play: Danny's question about
his sexuality.

But he was still convinced the answer was no.

He smiled to think, though, how one might interpret all the contrary
evidence: Per's constant lust-fantasies of the naked jocks at his gym, his
dick-hardening obsession with gay porn, the almost daily flexing and
stretching and posing in front of the mirror, savoring the erotic beauty of
his male form -- indeed, his very body, the years spent honing it lovingly
into what was, let's face it, the gay porn ideal.  And don't forget the
jockstrap and underwear fetish!

Yet despite all that, he was sure he was straight.  What accounted for all
his seeming gayness was that long horrible experience with Irene.  Which
was almost over.

OK, maybe not 6 percent, he thought, as the precum began flowing steadily
from his cock-tip.  Danny began tickling his balls feverishly and fisting
his huge hard shaft.  The sharp stab of orgasm came, and Per's load flowed
majestically down the length of his shaft.  Danny scooped as much as he
could and fed Per and himself, then kissed his uncle with cum-frosted lips
and lay back down to continue tanning.  Maybe 10 or 11 percent.

Fuck, he thought, in the wonderful wake of another incredible orgasm, was
he just kidding himself?

He definitely had some thinking to do, no doubt, Per mused, as he idly
played with his dick.  His mind was an over-heated whirl, maybe from too
much flesh and sun and cum and boy, or the excitement, no doubt, at finally
being so perfectly proximate to his deepest desire.

He marveled at how he had gone, in the space of a few short hours, from a
maybe 94% (give or take a few percentage points) het-stud sex-machine, with
a freaky, harmless interest in gay porn and hot young muscle, excited to
flirt with his young gay jock of a nephew, to becoming giddily obsessed
with having all sorts of hot, nasty sex with Danny.  Dancing madly through
his thoughts was a dazzling blur of hardness and stroking and pumping and
shooting, a breath-taking kaleidoscope of tanned, hard-muscled beef, bathed
in sweat and sun and cum.  It suddenly seemed like the only sort of sex
that interested him.  And it interested him completely.

There was, in effect, a bright flashing line in front of him, which he knew
would change everything if he dared cross it.  Just what that change would
entail was still vague, but what was certain was that his sex life would
become outrageously satisfying, exciting as fuck. For the sex he had been
daydreaming about ever since he first laid eyes on Danny this summer was
the hottest, most balls-deep thrilling he had ever fantasized before.  He
couldn't imagine anything hotter.

He'd never wanted anything more than the fulfillment of his passion for
this boy.  It wasn't even 'want', he knew; it was an overwhelming need,
gnawing at him with a force that sometimes made him feel faint.  There was
a yearning, crying hunger, sounding from every fiber of his being, for the
pleasures he could share with Danny.

He began softly stroking his wonderfully drained cock, trying to calm
himself.  As he did so, he kept stealing glances at his gorgeous young
nephew.  Danny was easily the most attractive person he had ever seen.
None of the many women he'd fucked in the ten or so years since he'd become
sexually active had ever prompted such cock-throbbing desire in him; no
body he'd seen had ever glowed with the promise of such satisfying sex as
this bewitchingly beautiful boy's body.

His body thrummed with a raging hunger, deep in the very core of his
strong, virile masculinity, for sex distilled down to its manly essence: a
tight hole, a hungry mouth, and a steel-hard shaft.  It was, he realized,
the sex he'd been built for, in mind and body.  His dream-sex, and Danny
was his dream-boy.

But still Per needed more time to think; this was all too sudden and
confusing.  To burn off some of roiling energy, he decided on a run and
then a session with Danny's weight set.  He bet the boy would be up for
that.  And since both those body-focused activities would be better buzzed
(so would the ambient boy-lust churning through his nuts), he got up to
fetch his bag of pot from his bedroom.

Before he left the dock, he paused his bronze-muscled bulk next to the
boy's chaise, so that his long, luscious dangler was right at Danny's eye-
and lip-level.  He loved being close and naked with this boy.  THe tousled
Danny's still-wet hair.

"I like that faux-hawky thing you got goin' on, nephew.  Hot.  And that
chinstache, too.  Sexy as hell, dawg, for real -- every frigging inch of
you."

With that last comment he slowly, sensually let his middle finger play back
and forth across Danny's sexy stubble-patch on the edge of his chin.  Oh,
how he wished it was his cock-head tracing that stubble-line, rubbing his
meaty prick back and forth, then up and down the boy's gorgeous face,
across those luscious lips, before he slipped his thick tool into the boy's
eager mouth.

Danny smiled and reached over to Per's pubes and ran his fingers teasingly
through his uncle's dark-blonde man-patch, loving to see that big cock
jostle and sway as he rustled through Per's bush, loving t be able to take
such intimate liberties.

"It looks better fluffed, Unc," he said slyly.

Per just grinned, trying to contain the jolt of lust coursing through him,
adding a little shakily, "Hey, I got somethin' you might like.  Be right
back."

He turned his muscular hip, then padded down the dock, heading up to the
boathouse, with a tingle of delight echoing through him from the boy's
flirtatious touch.

As his uncle walked away, Danny ogled those lip-smacking, hard-carved
muscle-glutes every step of the way.  His semi-hard cock gave a throb as he
noticed he could see a good several inches of thick, meaty, uncut cock
dangle between Per's legs from behind -- the sign, for Danny, of a true
sex-stud.

Just having that hard-bodied hottie around to gaze at was almost pleasure
enough.  He'd never get tired of watching his exquisite muscle-god of an
uncle move, each muscle a sexy, erotic ripple, and that huge, thick, uncut
beef-cock and bull-sac swaying and sashaying.  But now he had that whole
exquisite package to play with all summer!

His thought back on the image of the older stud after they'd been swimming
earlier, the way Per's wet fur glinted in the hot sun, the moist blonde
hair almost seeming to sparkle against its bronzed-muscle setting.  And his
still-white ass, a stripe of gleaming marble cutting across that lightly
tanned, lovingly sculpted torso.  The white stripe of his muscle-butt
seemed to put an exclamation point on that ass, italicize it.  Danny got
pleasantly hard fantasizing over Per's erotic splendor while he waited for
his uncle to return.

When Per got back to the dock, he was holding a small, leather pouch.  He
fished around in it and brought out a pipe and a small jar of bud.  Danny's
eyes brightened in amazement.  He'd had no idea Per smoked pot!  In fact,
he was just wondering if he dared run up and bring down some of his own
herb.

What had him especially amped was realizing how pot, adding its rush to the
already delicious, full-body muscle-high that had become this summer with
Per, could prove to be the missing ingredient for all-out man-play.  Their
flirty, horny cruising, he felt, given the sheer, dick-thickening horniness
pot caused in a seriously fit dude, was about to get even harder and hotter
than it had already been.  Danny saw fucking and sucking most definitely in
the forecast!  Prepare to pass the point of no return, he thought
excitedly, daring to envision the creamily satisfying consummation to both
their desire.

As he watched Per crush some bud and fill his pipe, he remembered earlier,
when he first saw Per hoisting that duffle bag on his beautifully muscled
shoulder: shit, who knew all the cool shit -- sexy jocks and trunks and
underwear and now dope -- that had been hidden in there.  What other
secrets has that dude got stashed away, Danny wondered.

Danny idolized his uncle: sexy, built, devastatingly handsome, knows how to
keep a body fit as fuck, definitely knows how to dress, has an awesome
sense of style, sporty, flirty, cool with gay dudes and gay sex (VERY
cool), and now pot.  Per would make, he realized, the hottest fucking lover
in the world.

No dude had ever had more allure for Danny; no dude had ever gotten him so
achingly hard.  It wasn't just sex he wanted with Per know -- that was
coming along nicely, thank you -- it was something he didn't even dare
name.

He took a hit from the pipe Per offered.  He was already so high, so horned
up on being naked and sexy with his uncle, he wouldn't need much.  He
passed the pipe back, gaze locked on Per's, their eyes glinting with such
keen huger for each other.  As Per took a hit, Danny raked his sculpted
beauty up and down, stopping to adore that incredible cock -- so powerful
looking, so hefty, almost seeming to pulse with pleasure; those long,
thick, lickable veins lacing the shaft lusciously.

After a couple bowls, their bodies amped and horny from the buzz, Per
turned to Danny: "Say, young 'un, how about that massage you promised?  You
can work out the kinks while you work in some more sunscreen.  This sun
feels hot and delicious as fuck, but I ain't used to it like you."

Per wanted to gorge on non-stop naked intimacy with the unbelievably sexy
young boy.

"Cool," Danny said enthusiastically, dying to straddle Per's naked body,
work in some suntan lotion, and see how much further he could take it.  His
dick throbbed at the sexy prospect.

He began by squirting a trail of creamy lotion onto Per's cut, brawny back,
trying to make it seem like he had just been fucking the stud's ass and was
shooting a pearl necklace across those awesome back muscles and glutes.

Then he sat his bare ass down on Per's hard, cut thighs, wriggling a little
to get a seat (letting Per feel his hard-on jostle against his ass-crack),
and got to work.

He sensually kneaded Per's neck and shoulders and arms and lower back
(acknowledging that at least a part of this massage was actually supposed
to be therapeutic), and then scooted back so he could do his uncle's calves
and thighs.

It was when he got to Per's thighs that he began the non-therapeutic half
of the massage, working Per's quads so that on each stroke, his fingers
would brush the older stud's cock and crack and ass.

After about five minutes of that, intoxicatingly soundtracked by Per's low,
guttural moans of pot-enhanced pleasure, Danny shot another sunscreen pearl
necklace, right down Per's crack, and then got busy.

He worked the crack up and down for about ten minutes, making strategic
stops every now and then at Per's pucker, taint, balls, shaft, and cocktip.

Then, knowing how much Per had already revealed that he liked ass-play, he
focused strictly on the muscle-god's virgin rosebud, working it, fingering
it, teasing out a sharp, loud grunt of ecstasy from Per with each prod.

Per himself was torn between instinctual desire and intellectual reason:
even though it felt so extraordinary, was this right?  And was he ready to
admit his same-sex desire so irrevocably?  Between the pleasure and
confusion, he was absolutely maddened.

"That feels fine as fuck, in case yer wonderin'.  But don't get too frisky
down there, son.  Remember, I'm a married man."

"Oh, as if I don't know what all you sexy young married dudes crave!
Especially a hot stud-muscle-machine like you.  I know your type, dawg,
believe me.  I spend most of my sex-time with other athletes, so I know the
stylo.  This muscle-stud body of yours gets you pumpin' a steady rush of
testosterone, makin' you round-the-clock horny.  Ass, dick, mouth, hole,
balls, abs, feet, fingers, tongue -- every fuckin' inch of you is an
erogenous zone.  Your body is like one enormous cock; massaging you
anywhere is like stroking you off.  You are primed and ready to shoot 24/7.
No woman could EVER satisfy a man like you.  It takes a dude, someone with
deep male body-knowledge, to be able to keep up with that shit, and to make
it as deep and hard and raw and satisfying as you like it."

At this point, Danny, working two fingers deep into Per's virgin ass, had
found the older man's prostate and was giving his love-nut a mind-bending
workout.  With his other hand he was jacking his own hard young prick.

"You like me fingerin' your tight man-hole like this, don't ya, dude?
Fuck, you got such a hot fuckin' muscle-ass, Per.  So damn sexy.  And look
at how damn hungry it is!"

Per was whimpering in a sexual ecstasy he'd never known.  As he was
grinding his hot, hungry hole insistently against Danny's finger-fucking,
reaming himself on the boy's skilled touch, he was frotting his huge,
leaky, steel-hard cock against his beach towel.

The boy lightly mocked the older stud's shameless display of wanton desire,
what to Danny was an irrefutable confession of same-sex longing.

"So, 'six percent', Per?  You sure 'bout that?  Sure it ain't more like
fifteen or twenty?"

As his ass kept grinding and his cock kept dry-humping, Per's mind was in
some man-sex stratosphere.

Suddenly he heard Danny cry and then felt the hot, thick ropes of Danny's
load.

The sensation proved catalytic for Per.  He tensed and cried, then suddenly
he came on his abs and chest and the beach towel with a mind-bending force
and fury, shooting harder and creamier than he was sure he'd ever cum in
his life.

The two horned-up jocks, the older and the younger, laid back and caught
their breath.  They said nothing, just let their purring pleasure-moans
speak for them.  Each of them was suffused with an almost workman-like joy
at yet another new milestone in their intimacy, each anxiously delighting
because they knew what such a milestone meant, knew the further pleasures
in store for them as this most amazing summer played out.

Suddenly, Per shook off the after-glow of yet another intense orgasm with
Danny and announced, "OK, here's a plan: I really need to work out the
stiffness more from that two-day drive.  What say we stretch together, run
for a few miles, and then check out those weights o' yours?  Then a nice
long shower before dinner?"

The boy readily assented.

The pot and sun and sex had made them both anxious as hell to drive their
bodies, train them hard, get into the muscle-pumping routines that got them
both so amped.  This time, though, there wold be an added bonus: watching
each other's gorgeous definition strain and pump and sweat.  Then after the
long, deliciously slow, jock muscle tease that would be their workout --
damn, their first shower together.

"Let's wear some of our sexy jocks, n' shit," Danny said, as Per put his
pipe and stash back in his bag.  "That'd be kinda hot for our first
workout, no?"

The boy drew close and let his hands play reverently, sensually up and down
his uncle's beautifully muscled frame.  Per's dick seemed to bounce with
pleasure at the boy's touch.

"I definitely wanna see this fine-ass body in more o' that sexy shit you
brought up here.  Fuck, you look so fucking good in underwear and jocks and
shit, especially that hot sexy shit you like to rock, dawg."

Danny was now stroking Per's long, thickening cock up and down sensuously,
stopping every once in a while to tease his piss-slit or ballsac.

Per closed his eyes, smiling in leering delight, and just stood there,
writhing his hips in sensual, athletic pleasure in the boy's casual
brazenness.  He began to rub Danny's naked ass, showing how much he
approved of the raw, easy intimacy that was establishing between them.

After a few minutes of mutual ecstasy, he slapped the boy on his cute,
smooth ass, and they were off, cocks bouncing and bucking like excited
ponies as they trotted up the boathouse steps to change and stretch.

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