Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2012 11:07:38 -0800
From: Rio Mack <badprose@hotmail.com>
Subject: Six Percent 4 (gay adult/youth)

The Six Percent Summer
By Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.

4.  First Workout & First Shower

When they reached the French doors to his room, Per casually put his hand
on his nephew's smooth, attractive ass to usher the boy in, almost
immediately letting his fingers play slowly and sensually up and down
Danny's crack.  His own cock began to perk and ping in thick pleasure.

God, he loved being naked with this beautiful boy.  He found it impossible
to keep his hands off him.  Danny was right -- they needed to be naked up
here together as often as possible: it let any moment become instantly
intimate.

Once inside, he kept his hand roving up and down the boy's crack -- with
the other hand, he grabbed the boy softly by the neck and pulled his face
close, kissing him hard, with a man's strong, explosive desire.

Passion was radiating through every cell of Per's chiseled body; he'd never
been this aroused before, never felt his cock throb with such deep lust
before.

While each devoured the other's mouth, Per cupped Danny's ass more
instantly, mashing it against his crotch, so their dick-hard cocks and
cum-churning ball-sacs rubbed and rode each other.

After a sensuous few minutes of fevered mouth- and genital-play, Per pulled
back so they could catch their breath.

"Fuck, son, I love being with you, like this. Like we are.  Like we been
ever since I got here."

"Hell yeah, Per!  So fuckin' awesome havin' you up here.  Sexy as fuckin'
shit!"

They kissed and stroked a couple minutes more, edging each other to a full,
insistent hardness.  This time Danny broke the clinch.

"C'mon, let's get our trainin' on, dawg, cause I wanna watch you put that
sexy freakin' muscle-god body of yours through its paces.  We got loads o'
time for sex-play later!  Let's get this shit pumped first!"

His cock tingling in excitement at the promise of post-workout sex, Per
kissed the boy quickly and walked over to his dresser, to stash his pot and
grab a jock for their workout.

Once there, he flipped open his laptop and put on some background
groove-music.

The boy instantly appreciated it: some 70s jazz-fusion, it sounded like --
the perfect beat, he thought, as his hips caught the groove, for a dude to
work his body to, the kind of sound that went right to your dick.

"Hope you don't mind, junior, but I gotta have music on when I'm
stretchin'."

"So do I, dude, and this shit is fuckin' PERFECT!! It's like I can FEEL my
body gettin' pumped already!  And hey, is it cool if we do our warmin' up
in my room?  Cause you know I likes me some hot college-muscle porn on the
flatscreen while I'm workin' my body.  Shit gets me pumped as fuck to work
muscle.  Bring your laptop; I'll mute the soundtrack and blast your tunes
through the speakers.  It'll be tight."

Per quickly grabbed one of his favorite jocks, a thick-waisted grey Bike,
along with a grey wife-beater, to work out in.

Per getting his jock reminded Danny of something.

"Hey," he asked, "mind if I try that hot Champion swimmer's jock of yours
you wore earlier?  Shit was tight as fuck!  I'd love to see my body in that
sexy thang while I pump!"

"You got it," Per said, amped at the thought of seeing Danny's lean young
muscle-body in one of his own jocks.

Per thought of the lazy afternoons they'd share this summer, here in the
boathouse, naked like this, sharing such erotic intimacies, trying on each
other's sexy underwear, showering together, massaging each other,
stretching and working out, looking at Danny's porn.

Every moment he spent with Danny was turning into foreplay.  How long
before their life together up here became just an endless round of stroking
and sucking and kissing and fucking and body-worship and cumming?  Probably
about as soon as the ladies left.  Probably sooner.

Per's cock gave a jolt just thinking about it.  Man-time like he'd never
dreamed.  And then he realized: this is what attractive men, attracted to
each other, do together, alone.  This amazing dream they're sharing is
life.

He picked the jock Danny wanted out of the pile of jocks on his dresser,
then grabbed up his laptop and quickly followed after the boy.

These two pranced after each other like the randy horn-dogs they were, each
never letting the other get too far out of range of his body, never too far
away from his dick.

Once in his room, Danny immediately clicked on an outrageously hot porn
clip -- five smoking hot muscle studs, nude, romping on a king-size bed.

Per was only too familiar with it: it was one of his most-played 'jockfest'
videos from the College Jox site series of occasional orgy videos they do,
five or six of their hottest models at the time getting into serious
boy-sex with each other.  It was one of Per's classic go-to clips when he
needed to nut in a hurry, featuring Schuyler and LJ, two of his favorite
models.

Per smiled secretly inside, seeing it was one of Danny's obvious favorites,
too, wondering what the boy would think if he knew his uncle was only too
familiar with it, along with most of the College Jox videos from the past
three years.

His young muscle-jock nephew reached for Per's laptop and connected an
audio plug to it; Per's music suddenly became the loud, body-rocking
soundtrack for the hot porn models' sucking and stroking.  The combination
of hot gay porn and cool body-rock music made for what Per could only
imagine as the hottest workout space possible for fit, horny dudes into
serious muscle and cock.

Fuck, Per thought, Danny is like laser-beamed in on my exact wave-length.

As Per wriggled into his jockstrap, Danny brought out his own pot and pipe.
The boy wanted Per high and horny, so that pumping his muscles went right
to his dick, making him totally ripe for as much serious cum-play as
possible.

As the boy crumbled herb, Per adjusted his jock in front of the full-length
mirrored wall in Danny's room, admiring how it set off his ripped, sculpted
physique and thick, bulging cock.  The oldschool Bike cut, Per thought,
gave him the look of a classic muscle-stud.  The pouch, thin and worn,
seemed shrunk-wrap on his huge, meaty package, beautifully articulating his
full, mouth-watering shaft and head.

He rolled the waistband once so it looked even sexier, a skimpier scrap of
cloth, instant runner's jock, making more brazen his deeply etched Apollo's
Belt.  Then he adjusted his thick tool under the pouch so it would have
maximum drool factor for Danny.

As he studied himself, he loved the combination of muscle and fur -- the
light dusting of curly gold hair on his abs and ass and legs, as well as
the blonde stubble on his face and the buzz on his head.  He bet Danny
loved the look as much as he did -- classic military muscle-god.

Maybe one day this summer -- maybe soon -- he'd shave his chest and back,
up to his trail, and leave the golden pelt on his legs and ass -- giving
him the satyr look, a perfect indication for how lustful he felt about this
strong, gorgeous faun of a boy.

He slipped on the matching grey wife-beater -- like most of Per's
athletic-cut T's, this one had been washed and shrunk so many times it
looked spray-painted on, and was small enough to leave a couple inches of
that fur-dusted washboard teasingly exposed.

The outfit seemed perfect for his first workout with the hot boy --
oldschool sexy, ready to seriously train, then seriously fuck.

Workouts this summer were going to be incredible: they'd each wear their
sexiest undergear, to tease and flirt in jock homo-exhibitionst abandon,
getting their cum roiling, ready to burst.  Then, they'd get seriously,
sexily pumped, and after the workout, they'd shoot all that pent-up seed.
Per could only imagine the wild bout of boy-sex in store for them, later on
this afternoon, their bodies pumped and sweaty, in a hyper-testosterone
homo-stasis.

Per spent a few more seconds posing and flexing, admiring the hot look in
the mirror: his big, beautifully worked upper body, barely covered by the
stretched-thin sleeveless T, and then a couple exposed inches of furred,
chiseled muscle, and then that enormous pouchful of long, thick man-meat,
all full, plump, and very visible under the thin, stretched mesh --
semi-hard now from al the sexy thoughts he'd been having.  He turned, so he
could see, in back, his furry, rock-hard muscle-ass, looking hot as fuck
under the jock's stretched-taut grey straps, and Danny could see, in front,
his half-hard cock bulging out of his jock-pouch.

He looked up to see Danny's gaze riveted to his dick.

As the older stud posed, the nude boy sidled up to him, his thick cock
pressed against Per's hip, and gave out a low, appreciative 'Fuck!' He
fondled his muscle-uncle's huge basket with his light, sexy touch.  The two
exchanged another heated kiss.

Then Danny fired up his bowl and took a deep hit.

"Care for a toke?" Danny asked, lungs full of smoke, as he handed Per the
pipe.

"Fuck, yeah, junior.  You seem to know all my weaknesses."

"Dick and dope, dude.  My only two vices.  But fuck am I ever addicted as
shit to both!"

"I 'specially like getting buzzed before working out," the boy added, after
letting out the smoke, "pot really lets you feel the pump."

"Got that right," Per drew in a long, sharp puff.

They each did a few more hits, then Danny put on that sexy thin-waisted
swimmer's jock of Per's, luxuriating dreamily in the almost transgressive
feel of the older stud's most intimate clothing on his hot, horny body; He
felt like he was claiming Per, sexually.  He hoped the older stud felt the
same.

Per, meanwhile, was leering at that micro-pouch barely containing the boy's
sizable, succulent cock.  He gave a low, fervently appreciative whistle,
then strode forward and caressed Danny from the back, fondling the boy's
mesh-covered bulge while he pressed his own straining pouch deep into the
crevice of the boy's ass.

The two horned-up muscle-boys let the lust build, savoring the pleasure
coursing through their cocks.

They kissed passionately, both with the same thought -- fuck the workout,
time for more amazing sex -- but as if by one thought, at the exact same
moment, each regrettably pulled apart so they could begin this much
anticipated first workout.  These two prime muscle-jocks were as hot to
work out with each other as they were to have sex again later.

As they warmed up their bodies, each horned-up stud's gaze ping-ponged
deliriously from the sexy hardbody next to him, flexing and pumping
beautifully defined muscle, to his own reflection in the mirror, equally
hot, and then to the sexy college jocks sucking and fucking and stroking
onscreen.

It was, to Per, a workout in paradise; his boy-drunk cock was as plump and
tingly as his muscle. For Danny, who worked out often like this with his
buds, it was more familiar -- but the opportunity to indulge in this kind
of fun with his devastatingly sexy uncle, his current hardcore crush of all
time, made the experience singular indeed.

After about ten minutes of stretching, loving the opportunity to get their
bodies pumped in front of each other's lustful gaze, they were ready for
their run.

Per hooted to see Danny, for his running shorts, simply pull on a pair of
black Hanes lo-cut, trunk-style boxer-briefs over his micro-jock.  Damn, he
thought to himself, his man-cock throbbing in approval, that boy just
doesn't quit.  What a sexy fuckin' style sense.

"Fuck, that's a hot fuckin' outfit to run in, son.  Makes your ass look so
fuckin' hot!"

"Show me how hot in the shower later, stud."

They stopped in Per's room on their way out so Per could put on some
shorts.  The older hunk thought he'd try to match Danny in boldness, so he
grabbed one of his black wrestling briefs, which looked maybe a tad larger
than a Speedo on him.  He only used them back home for sexy posing in front
of his bedroom mirror.  They set off his musculature perfectly.

Danny smiled and gave out with a "Damn!"  Then the two set off for a
five-mile run.

Right from the start of their run, Danny and Per kept turning eyes at each
other, loving to watch the other's barely-covered body pump and flex in the
run, and grow beautifully sheened from sweat.  Danny especially loved
seeing his uncle's blonde fur get moist, then mat on his muscles, making
them even more luscious.

As they ran over the wooded roads and trails that circled the chain of
lakes at this vacation paradise, they made small talk until Danny decided
to get serious.

"Say, Per, I been wonderin' something -- I said somethin' earlier about
Auntie Irene having no complaints being married to a stud like you, and you
gave sort of a fishy answer.  Can I ask what's up with that?"

And so, as they continued their run, Per told Danny his story, limning in
broad strokes the slow, painful breakdown of their marriage, some of the
landmarks in the mutual loathing that evolved between them over the past
several years, leading inevitably to tomorrow's divorce. In his narrative,
he tried to highlight a subtext he felt the boy, especially, as another
highly sexed male, might appreciate in his uncle's drama: the unbearable,
undeserved frustration of living for years in a sexless marriage.

Danny was shocked and angered at the account.  He offered whatever verbal
sympathy he could, even stopping their run to bro-hug Per in saddened
support a few times, while inside his gay lust for his dream-stud uncle now
raged righteously.  No wonder Per is ready to nut at a moment's notice; no
wonder a straight, stud sex-machine like him is willing to fool around with
a boy, his nephew -- he's been in a sexual desert for almost 3 years.  To
Danny, two days without sex is torture; Per must be on life-support
sexually.

A kind of soft, holy light, a hymnal aura of goodness and health and
healing, throbbed now around his lusty designs on Per: all the hard-core
sex-play he's planned for Per this summer would be so much more than just
kicky, cum-rich pleasure between two lusty young men, it would be therapy,
ministration.  He had to make the lake cottage a sexual healing spa for Per
now.  Oh fuck, would this ever be hot!

As Danny ran, his thoughts gradually turned from dick-stiffening fantasies
of future nude frolics to appreciating the reality of his uncle's past
misery.  He even began to hate his aunt (though Per had stridently told him
not to, stressed to the boy that it was nobody's fault).  It was criminal
that a sexual athlete like Per had been so horribly treated; it was like
keeping a fast, lusty thoroughbred chained cruelly in a rusty scrapyard.

Danny's cock began to throb again with a kind of zealous rapaciousness: he
was now a boy with a truly sacred mission -- to try and make up, in
spectacular fashion, and as soon and as regularly as possible, for even a
fraction of the rich sexual pleasures out of which a horned-up stud like
Per had been cheated.  The boy was way ready now to move from simply the
sensuously physical (but really, almost chaste) flirtation they'd enjoyed
so far -- mere frisky foreplay, it seemed now -- into some serious fucking
man-sex.

When they returned to the boathouse, they each grabbed towels from the
bathroom, then Danny led them out through the French doors of his room,
onto the cedar-plank porch that ran along the second-floor on the three
lake-facing sides of the boathouse, and around to the back, where he kept
his weights and a bench set up.

They started with some post-run stretching, which turned into serious
flexing, and then calisthenics (Per's idea: it was his home workout -- a
lot of flexing before lifting, so muscles would be really warm and
hyper-receptive to the weights).  They did flexes of all the major muscle
groups, really good pumps, which not only readied their muscles for the
upcoming lifting but let them flaunt all the sexy veins and striations in
their now-pumped bodies.

For Danny, his pump felt especially fine, ogling Per's ripped, sweaty
physique and day-dreaming of the hot, creamy, full-tilt boy-on-boy sex they
were going to get into as soon as the workout was over.

About ten minutes after they'd started working up a good sweat, Per
stripped off his wrestling briefs, along with his sweat-plastered
undershirt, which elicited a soft 'Damn!' from the worshipful boy, seeing
his stud of an uncle revealed in sweaty, muscular glory; the only thing
covering that god-like body being a sweat-drenched jock-pouch, looking
virtually transparent now, like a thin piece of grey gauze fused onto that
drool-inducing stud-cock, pumped even thicker and fuller and longer now
with testosterone.  With that tightly rolled waistband of Per's jock, Danny
thought his uncle looked like some bestial jungle warrior.

But the boy lost not a beat in keeping up the pace of their flirty
muscle-cruising.

"Yeah, you're right, dawg.  We definitely got way too much on for lifting!"

And with that he pulled down his boxer-briefs (with his back to Per, so his
uncle could have a sweet view of his naked, jock-clad ass).  He smiled to
himself as he heard Per's wolf-whistle.  Then Danny posed and flexed for a
bit in just that skimpy, now sweat-drenched, jock of his, knowing how
freaking sexy he looked.

"Hot, junior.  VERY hot.  But, c'mon, let's get back to keepin' it lookin'
hot.  You got time enough later to pose and preen and cock-tease me all you
want!"

Danny loved his uncle's sexy gay teasing; even though Per was straight, his
frank, knowing humor made Danny feel sexy as fuck and egged him on to flirt
more.

All they did while they put their bodies through a grueling set of
weightless pumps was ogle each other's sculpted, jock-clad bodies.  They
each had the body type that pushed the other's button: Per, from years
soaking up the hotties at his gym on campus, was totally into the smooth,
lean college boy physique; and for Danny, Per was his porn-ideal made flesh
-- a young, gorgeously handsome bear-stud of a man, all ripped, shredded
beef, heightened with the sexiest of fur accents.

Muscles warm and ready, the two young satyrs began to pump iron, almost
nude, there in the midst of woodland paradise.

Per went through a modified version of his routine, adapting it to the
weights available there at the cottage, with Danny keeping pace
(surprisingly well, Per thought).

It quickly proved an exceptional first workout.  Per readily took the boy
under his wing, giving him the benefit of years of serious weight training
experience.  Danny proved an apt pupil, eagerly soaking up every tip the
older stud gave him: better form and proper grip; ways to tweak a routine
so it hit complementary muscles one after another; how to maximize a pump,
ensuring the best possible crunch; new exercises to target the
hardest-to-reach muscles, which could really add that ultimate, elusive
level of definition.

As they got into the reps of serious lifting, they ogled each other's
bodies shamelessly. All their sexy muscle-cruising made them sexually
impatient.  They couldn't resist touching and stroking each other -- Per,
ostensibly to show Danny the object of certain pumps; Danny, in a kind of
repetitive reflex response, to appreciate Per's incredibly cut mass.

Soon, high on the mutual muscle-worship -- the longing gazes and sensuous
touches to idolize each other's raw strength and superb definition -- their
frank, lustful admiration for each other's bodies turned vocal.

"Aw fuck, Per, look at yr freakin' abs!  They're like thick, cabled ropes,
man!  Each muscle is so fuckin' definied.  Sexy as shit, dude!  If you was
gay, I'd definitely be rubbin' my hard, dripping cock all over that
washboard o' yours, before we fucked in the shower later!!"

Or, "Fuck does that sweet muscle-ass o' yours look fine, Danny!  Fuck, if I
weren't straight, I'd tap that shit in a heartbeat!  I'm gonna be jackin'
like crazy to that sweet ass o' yours when we shower later!"

Or, "Damn, Per, you look ripped as shit normally, but with all the hard
pumps you're doing, you are fucking shredded as hell right now, man!  It's
so fuckin' sick!  Fuck, are you ever hot!  Damn, I wanna lick those sexy
fuckin' veins lacin' up and down your arms!"

Or, "Fuck, dude, you got that smooth, college hottie washboard!  Love to
see those sexy-ass abs o' yours flex when you lift, dawg.  Hot as fuck!"

Then, their workout was finished.

Per let the barbell drop on his last rep of a set and said to Danny, hot
and breathless, "All right, son.  That's that.  Let's go into my room, in
front of the mirror, and I'll take you through the stretching routine I do
to cool down."

Once in his room, Per casually stripped off his sweaty jock and proceeded
to show Danny the stretches he did to transition out of his workout.  Danny
stripped his own drenched jock off, amped as hell to do flexing and posing
in front of a mirror, naked, with his muscle-god heart-throb of an uncle.

As they went through pose after pose, Danny kept his eyes riveted in the
mirror on Per's body rather than his own.  He loved, especially, glancing
long and lingering on Per's mind-bogglingly attractive cock.  Going through
their routine, Danny fixated on it, day-dreaming of the more hard-core sex
they would so share.

He saw the huge length and girth of Per's manhood as a beautiful, luscious,
thick-stalked flesh-flower, blooming proudly against the lush, muscular,
hypnotically undulating terrain of Per's body.  All the testosterone from
their workout, combined with the heady pleasure of a nude stretching
routine, had his mind lust-drunk.

"All right, dawg, let's hit the shower.  That was a fuckin' great first
work-out.  You and I are gonna get ripped as shit this summer!"  Per was
anxious to get wet and naked with the boy.

But Danny suddenly said, "Hey, before we get to soapin' and latherin', I'm
gonna do another bowl or two.  You wanna join me?  It's gonna feel so hot
soapin' up my hard-pumped body when I'm buzzed."

"Bring it on, young'un.  Always up for a good buzz."

While they smoked the second bowl, Danny exhaled and said, "Mmmmm, I love
pot.  Such a fuckin' body drug.  All muscle-pumps feel better when you're
high -- liftin', stretchin', fuckin'.  'Specially fuckin'!"

Per grinned and let out a huge lungful, passing the still-half-filled pipe
back to the boy, who drew in a huge hit, then let it out.

"Seriously," Danny said, handing the bowl back to Per and sparking it, "pot
is such a gay drug, when you come right down to it.  It's all about body
and muscle and dick and getting horned up and sex and shit.  I haven't met
one jock -- gay or straight, any age -- who wasn't down for some serious
fucking and sucking and stroking and cumming after we got high together."

Per exhaled, his randy cock stirring hopefully from all the pot and muscle
and Danny.

Danny stowed his works, and they headed back to the shower.

They both stepped into the walk-in shower area and Per turned on the
overhead spray.

Both young men were keen to hit the shower, totally amped at the wet, naked
frolic ahead of them.  Though still both nervous, each couldn't wait to get
wet and soapy together to see where things went.

As Per adjusted the water temperature, he turned to the boy, letting the
youth feast upon his pumped, naked majesty.

Danny's dick began to thicken, seeing Per's incredible body under the
spray, his muscles made even sexier with a wet sheen.  And then a low groan
escaped him as he watched his porn-star uncle begin to soap up that
rock-carved, muscle-god body.

Danny lathered his own sexy hardbody and shamelessly began to stroke his
stiff, jutting cock as he watched Per wash his crack and lather his huge
hard-on, luxuriating in the soapy fingering, pleasuring himself as all sexy
males do in the shower.

They began, then, the foreplay for this first post-workout shower together
by teasing each other with their own soapy, sensual body-worship, their
eyes riveted on each other's sexy show.

They groaned and grunted in primal male pleasure as they let their fingers
work their cracks, their sacs, and then sudsily stroke their long, thick,
screamingly hard pricks.  Now they were both just shamelessly jacking,
waiting for one of them to make the first move.

The older stud, especially -- delighting in his deliverance from the
sex-starved desert he'd been languishing in with his soon-to-be-ex -- was
really getting into his masturbatory show, slathering slowly up and down
his huge meaty shaft, digging a finger under his foreskin, then around in
his cock-slit, while he let those big, luscious, egg-sized balls play
through his soapy fingers.  He was proud to show off his huge man-cock to
the boy, and anxious to let him see how sensuously into cock-play he was.
Then he let a finger trail under his sac, teasing his taint a little, then
going further back to pleasure his man-hole.  He wanted Danny to know he
was into every facet of a man's intimate pleasures.

All the while his own eyes were lust-glazed from the similar show Danny was
putting on.

"Mmmmm," Per grunted, "what dude does not like rubbing one out in the
shower?"

"But you shouldn't have to do this on your own, dude.  Let me help.  Shit,
you know I can't keep my hands off this stud cock of yours."

Danny proceeded to slather sensuously up and down Per's huge hard shaft and
his big, beefy sac, reaching under every now and then to tickle his taint
and finger his hole lightly.  Per's moans told Danny the older stud loved
it.

After delighting in the boy's sensual dick-play, Per grabbed the soap.

"Here, son, let me return the favor.  Let me soap up that sweet teen-jock
prick of yours."

Per soap-stroked the boy's stiff meat with one hand and slathered his crack
with the other.  As Danny cooed in horny young delight, Per kissed his face
and head ravenously.  His own dick was screamingly hard.

Finally, Per could stand it no more.  He realized he had to either stop, or
begin readying Danny's hole for the hard, hungry butt-fucking he was dying
to give him -- his initiation into actual gay sex, an indulgence every
fiber in his body was begging him to make.

But no, he thought, he's still just not ready.  Again, it's happening way
too fast.  This boy is just too damn attractive; he's had no time to think
things through, weigh the implications.  Back off, Per.

But a man's resolve to foreswear boy-sex meant laughably little when the
boy was as hot as Danny, and as naked and willing as he was then, and the
man's hunger was as deep and fierce as Per's.

Per returned to getting his cock hard and sudsy, then leered to the wet
young stud next to him, "C'mon, dude, turn around and let me watch you soap
up that sweet, succulent ass of yours.  Fuck, it's as sexy as a young
girl's.  Sexier, dude.  Come on, put on a hot show for your horned-up
uncle."

Danny reached across to plant a quick kiss on the lustful hunk, then got
his hands soapy by pushing Per's hands away and lathering his own fingers
up from the rich creamy soap-load coating Per's groin.  He fisted his
delighted, stud-uncle a little before he turned, hands well lathered, to
show off his smooth, ripe young ass.

With his head thrown back and turned sideways, and his tongue leering out
wantonly, he bent a little and, with soapy fingers, pulled apart his
ass-cheeks, exposing his smooth crack and beautifully tight pucker.  Per
stroked his straining cock in serious man-lust.

Danny reached a middle finger under his cock and began to paint his crack
sensuously up and down, stopping every now and then to daub and poke and
prod his rosebud, trying to make it a too-tempting target for Per's stiff
man-cock.  Soon both hands, covered in a rich, soapy lather lather, were
pulling apart his cheeks and fingering his hole.  Per felt like he could
shoot off at any time.  His gaze was mesmerized on the most alluring
sex-scene he'd ever watched.

Danny smiled to himself as he heard Per's deep guttural groans of lust.

"Get over here, stud," the teasing boy called, "and rub that thick, hard
stud-cock up and down in my smooth, hungry boy-crack.  It'll feel fine as
fuck for both of us, frottin' like that."

"Don't tempt me, dawg," Per panted thickly.  "You know I'm straight, son."

"Big deal, dawg," Danny purred.  "I'm not askin' you to fuck me.  Not yet.
I'm just tryin' to add a little spice to your strokin'."

He reached over and grabbed Per's huge, stiff, hardness, stroking the slick
shaft sensually, and guided it to his soapy crack, lazily drawing it up and
down his sensuously wriggling ass.  Per was powerless to stop the boy.

"C'mon stud," Danny said as he replaced Per's sudsy grip with his own, "you
try.  Mmmmm, feels so fucking good!"

Per began to play his hard, straining cock slowly, shyly, up and down,
between the cheeks of hands-down hottest ass he'd ever seen.  His body was
almost shaking apart; he wanted nothing more than to throw the boy against
the shower wall, plunge his raging hardness into that ass, fill it to the
hilt, and fuck him harder than he'd fucked any woman in his life.  But
something -- nerves? confusion? -- still checked him.

Soon his natural lust overcame his learned shyness, and his uncertainty
dissolved. It was as if his body began thinking for itself, and he began
sensuously playing his huge cock-head up and down that sexy crack with all
the heated passion in him.  He pulled the boy close to him and proceeded
to, hands-free now, rub his shaft up and down that deliciously tight crack.
His soapy hands played over Danny?s pecs and down his washboard.  The boy
groaned in lust, every so often clenching his ass-cheeks against the huge
hard shaft he wished he could just guide into his hot, hungry hole.

"Fuck, this is hot, boy," Per whispered in the boy's ear, feeling the cum
churn and roil in his man-sac.  "If this is gay sex, you dudes sure as fuck
know what you're doin'!"

"Aw fuck, Uncle!  Fuck me!  Jack me!  Fuck me!"

Danny reached around and pulled Per's ass insistently closer, pressing and
clenching his own ass against that huge hard man-cock and letting his
fingers wander back around into the tight crack of that muscle-ass.  His
fingers dug desperately for the older stud's virgin pucker.

"FUCK!!" Per screamed, reaching a higher level of pleasure now that
ass-play was added to the mix.  He began pumping his hard shaft and
squeezing his cheeks against Danny's daring fingers.  This was hands-down
the hottest sex of his life.

Soon, Danny felt warm jet after jet of man-cream flood his hungry crack.
The feeling, and the realization of what they'd done, overwhelmed him, and
his own straining dick erupted.

"Aw fuck!! YESSSS!!" he cried as he shot load after excited load, ass
muscles tightly clasping the still-hard shaft wedged in his crack.

"Fuck, Per, that was fuckin' awesome!"

"OK, Junior," he called sharply, letting the water rinse his muscles and
still-hard cock, and letting them wash off the thick creamy fantasy of
boy-lust that had so quickly enveloped him, "if I stay in here any longer,
watchin' that sexy-ass body o' yours, we'll spend the whole day in here
fucking!"

He hoped Danny thought he was just teasing; he didn't know how shaky his
voice might have sounded, as overcome with sex-fever for the boy as he was.

As they stepped out of the shower-space, Per felt empty, immediate
withdrawl from the sexy body-play, so he grabbed a thick bath towel from
the stack and casually said to the muscular young boy, cock still spearing
up in a raging hard-on.

"Here, Junior, I'll dry ya off."

Per toweled the boy off as if he were caring for an exquisite art object,
the beautifully detailed sculpture, maybe, of some young Greek warrior.

He began drying him gently, reverently, but soon he began making shy,
tender love to the boy, daring to luxuriate back and forth in Danny's
smooth, sexy ass-crack, or fondle-drying that steel-hard boy-meat, standing
thick and excited and begging for attention.  The plush, terrycloth towel
covering his firm, hungry, sensuous hands made his foreplay somehow
permissible, as if the towel were a kind of chaperone, lending a veneer of
propriety to what would otherwise be exposed as pure, carnal lust.

He finally got a hold of his raging desire, slapped the boy's smooth, pert,
beautifully fuckable ass, and said hoarsely, "All done, Junior!"

"Your turn, stud," Danny grinned, his rock-hard prick bobbing with delight
as he turned to get a towel.

Danny made an even more blatant, passionate love to Per's erotic
musculature.  He started with the older man's beautifully worked chest,
making sure to pinch and pull Per's eraser-hard nipples, then he draped the
towel around Per's torso, so he could sensuously play over Per's washboard
in front, while massaging the fur-dusted globes of Per's muscle-ass in
back.  He made sure, as his hands ranged across Per's awesome build, to let
his own still-hard cock brush and press against the older stud as much as
possible.

As his hand in front moved down to stroke up and down on those cut, brawny
quads, his hand in back began to work the towel deeper and more insistently
into Per's virgin ass.  He loved hearing his uncle's soft, sensual moans
and seeing Per's hard, raging fuck-stick twitch and spasm with excitement.
He kept up the ass-play while he attacked that jutting horse-cock, letting
his towel-covered hand jack the older stud slowly and sensually, feeling
his own dick scream with hard, painful fury.

Per was grunting in deep pleasure now, as Danny feverishly fondled his
balls and shaft and crack with all the unchained desire in him.  This was
no longer the flimsy fiction of toweling Per off; it was a very sensual
hand-job.

"Look, son," Per said nervously, shyly, "things just got a little out of
hand.  It was the pot, I guess.  I just ain't gay, dude.  You took unfair
advantage of me, so fuckin' sexy you were, fingerin' my ass like that and
lettin' my hard cock play in that sweet crack o' yours.  I'm not gonna lose
control again, I promise."

"Right," Danny scoffed, and then let the towel fall.  He knew it was way
past time he upped the stakes in their intimacy.  He thought for sure Per
would have been unable to resist their first fuck in the shower -- but, oh
well, time to try another tack.

So he knelt in front of this gorgeous muscle-god and grabbed Per's huge,
hard thickness, letting it play back and forth across his face and mouth
and tongue, especially letting his sexy little chinstache tease the head
and shaft.  Then he looked up at his uncle, who was helplessly overcome
with lust, and slowly let his tongue play sensuously over the older stud's
now-leaking cock-head.  Per groaned with sheer desire.

Danny let his tongue play luxuriously over that foreskin-covered head,
making sure to circle under the skin every now and then and tongue-tease
Per's perineum.

"OH FUCK YESSSS!!!" Per cried, in deep, almost agonized pleasure.

Then Danny really got to work.  He began deep-throating his uncle's
gay-virgin cock, while cupping his huge ballsac.  Per's reflexes took over,
and he slowly began face-fucking his sexy young nephew.

"Fuck yeah, young 'un!  Suck that stud cock!  Fuck, son, do you ever know
how to suck cock!"

Danny gave Per the best blow job he could muster, attacking that gorgeous
man-cock with abandon - licking, laving, kissing, stretching out the
foreskin with his teeth, lapping up every drop of precum. making sure to
give each of his huge bull-balls a sexy tongue-bath, all the while tickling
Per's virgin pucker.

Per could only cry out in desperate wonderment -- he'd never had such
intense sex before in his life at the awesome pleasures Danny was able to
so effortlessly provide him.

"Yes, yes, yes!  Oh, so fuckin' fine, Danny.  You are so fuckin' hot!"

Danny renwed his focus on that long, thick shaft, burying his nose in Per's
blonde patch over and over as he took that glorious man-cock deep in his
throat.

Per had his hands on the back of his nephew's head.  He felt utterly alive.
He pumped and flexed his hips, having his way with the boy's mouth.  This
was sex he had to have all the time from now on.  It was amazing.  It was
his deepest desire.  He had no idea what sex was before Danny.

Again and again he pumped, with an uncontrollable passion, into the boy's
hungry mouth, crying and moaning and whooping.

"Fucking love face-fucking you boy!  Makes me feel so fucking hot!  So
fucking gay!  Fuck, Danny -- boys are so fucking hot!  You're fucking
addicted to this big fuckin' dick!  Such a hot fuckin' cocksucker, son!
Gonna have to do this all the time!  Fuckin' got me adicted to boy-sex, you
hot hot young stud!"

Danny just moaned and grunted in wet, slobbering delight, his mouth filled
with such a hard, thick length of dream-cock.

Finally Per grunted hard and pressed the boy's mouth firmly against his
crotch, shooting load after load after load of the most intense orgasm of
his life into Danny's ravenous mouth.

When he was done, he just stood there, letting his trip-hammering
heart-rate abate.  Then he held Danny lightly under the chin, softly urging
him to stand.  When he did, he embraced the boy with a mix of tenderness,
gratitude, passion, and lust -- a mix that Per fleetingly thought might be
love.

They kissed, and Per loved their tongues dancing amid a thick cloud of
saliva and cum.

Finally, exhausted and lust-drunk, per broke their kiss.  He looked at this
young man-child with a feeling new to him, a vibrant intensity, a need, a
passion heretofore unknown.

"Danny, I -- I -- ."

"I know, dude.  Me too, man."

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