Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2012 13:48:05 -0700
From: Rio Mack <badprose@hotmail.com>
Subject: 6 Percent 5 (gay adult/youth)

The Six Percent Summer
By Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex

5.  In the boathouse, with Danny & with the women, on the dock

Danny's heavy-metal ring-tone sounded.  It was his mother, with a heads up,
telling him she and Irene were leaving town, heading back to the cottage.
In about forty-five minutes then (maybe longer, they might stop off at that
antique store), they'd be pulling onto the road leading down to their
cottage; she'd honk, meaning Danny should come up and help unload all their
packages.

The phone call brought an immediate pang of emptiness to both their hearts,
as the women's return would mean an end to the nude man-boy idyll in which
Per and Danny had been luxuriating, Per's long-craved first taste of actual
gay sex.

But that was OK, they each thought separately -- they could deal with
having the women around for a little while longer, because this first
indulgence in what life would be like alone up here, just the two of them,
was strong enough and heady enough to fuel their patience for the real
thing, after the women left, when they'd have a long, luscious stretch of
sun-dappled days, alone together, an endless summer of muscle-cruising and
boy-play.

These few, steamy hours by themselves have given each of them a vision of
the naked, cum-drenched, all-male paradise that would wonderfully mark this
summer at the cottage this year for each of them.  A maddening wait until
their unbridled lust could fully flourish would only add a sharper edge to
their already keen desire.

Then Danny cleared the triste air with an appealing notion.

"Mom said she and Aunt Irene were gonna have cocktails down on the dock
when they get back, if we'd like to join them."

"Sure," Per said, a little nervous about how well he'd be able to hide his
uncontrollable lust for the boy in front of the women.

"And, dude, this is the truly sweet part!  She said they were gonna take
their bikinis off, to get a little all-over tan, before they leave for
Europe.  I guess so they'll look hot on the nude beaches in France.  She
told me not to be shocked -- as if.  And so anyway, I'm thinkin' it'll be
cool for US to tan nude, too, right?  So when they take their suits off, we
can too!  Only fair, right?"

And with that Danny's hand roamed up and down Per's carved chest and abs
and long luscious cock.

"Because I want see this hot fucking body of yours naked as much as
possible as much as possible, Per.  Every fucking minute I can.  Fuck,
dude, are you ever fuckin' cut!"

After a little more ab-worship, he reached round and smartly slapped his
uncle's rock-chiseled ass.

"Besides, dawg, we gotta get this gorgeous slab of chiseled white marble
you got for an ass as tan as the rest of that hot body o' yours ASAP!  Fuck
the nude beaches of France -- we gotta get this body prime for the nude
docks of Canada!"

Per's dick began to throb and slowly twitch.  His randiness was roused yet
again.  Fuck, Per marveled, it would never sleep while he was around the
boy.  And he always wanted to be, especially naked together like this,
around this boy.

"Got that right, son.  What say we slather each other up with sunscreen
now, before they get back.  I like to give the lotion a little time to soak
in before I go out in the sun.  I think it helps protect better that way."

Danny's pulse quickened because he knew what lay behind his uncle's offhand
suggestion -- an immediate return to sex.  Fuck! Danny smiled to himself,
Per was so into boy-play now!  So awesome that it happened so fast!  And
that he can cum, like, fifty times a day, it seemed.  Just like me, Danny
smiled.  Shit is gonna be fuckin' tight up here this summer!

"I'll get the sunscreen!" he volunteered, dick waggling as he scampered
into the bathroom.  Per thickened excitedly, expectantly, watching the
boy's smooth, pert muscle-ass flex and pump as he lithely moved.

"Might as well do it on my bed," Per called to Danny in the bathroom, "so
what say you bring a couple of beach towels back with you, to put down on
my bedspread?"

Per was stiffening at the thought of laying naked on his bed with Danny,
oiling each other up, letting fingers slide and play and fondle over cock,
ass, and muscle.

"Lay down, son," Per said, voice low and raspy with heart-beating lust,
"I'll do you up first, then you can do me."

Straddling the boy, Per gave a squirt of lotion down the boy's back and
immediately began sensual muscle-worship of Danny's smooth, lean
musculature: slowly caressing his thighs up and down, making sure to brush
the boy's cock and balls and ass as often as possible; then concentrating
on that ripe, gorgeous ass which had kept the older stud hard all day.

After kneading those smooth, firm cheeks sensuously, he squirted more
lotion over his fingers and let them dally in the boy's crack, loving the
sound of the boy's deep, low moan, which Per took as a cue to begin some
intense ass-play.

He fingered the boy's tight, lovely rosebud -- shyly, but hungrily;
imagining what it would feel like to let his cock invade that heavenly
portal.

Soon he was finger-fucking the boy with all the pure male passion swelling
inside him.  His own cock was steel-hard, the head covered in thick, clear
honey.

Per worked that inviting hole with two, then three fingers of one hand,
while he gently fondled the boy's sac and folded-under cock with his other
hand, loving the sound of Danny's deeply aroused pleasure.

Finally, Per could take it no longer; his natural desire for the boy was
irresistible.  He lay his own body over the boy's, letting the youth feel
his drippy hardness.  He reached under to massage Danny's firm pecs and
tweak his hard, nubby nipples, while his own hips writhed desirously
against the boy's ass.

Bringing his head up close to Danny's, he kissed and tongued and whispered
in his lust-object's ear.

"I can't tell you how glad I am we can be intimate buddies like this,
Danny.  You bein' gay, you obviously know a man's deepest needs.  And after
what I told you on our run today, 'bout me and Irene, I guess you
understand my own particular needs."

"Fuck, son," he continued, "you sure as hell know the kind of sex a man
craves better than any other person I've been with -- naked and loving like
this."

"Mmmmmm," the boy whispered hoarsely, "it's no secret, Per.  Just your
basic, everyday gay sex is all."

"If you were a woman, Danny," Per cooed, thrusting his hips insistently
against the boy's ass, dry-humping him out of sheer, quaking need, "you'd
be a man's dream lover."

"If I were a woman," Danny replied tartly, "I wouldn't know shit about the
sex a man craves."

"Aw fuck, Danny," Per grunted, all but fucking the boy now and breathlessly
kissing and tonguing Danny's mouth, both their breaths hot furnace blasts.

"And, Danny," Per groaned desperately in the boy's ear, using a hand to
brush his long, hard stiffness wantonly up and down the crack of the boy's
smooth, succulent ass, "I wanna let you know -- aw fuck, son, you are so
fucking hot! -- I think I was wrong about something I said earlier.  I
don't think it makes a dude gay if he fucks another dude.  Bein' with you
has shown me -- sex is sex; passion is passion.  Aw fuck, son, I wanna fuck
this sweet, smooth, sensuous of yours so fuckin' bad, Danny."

"Aw fuck YES," the boy cried excitedly, "I want you to fuck me so fucking
bad, dude!  Oh, fuck YES!  Fuck me, Per.  Fuck me with that awesome fucking
fuckstick of yours!"

Per wasted no time.  He flipped the boy over tenderly and, with a trembling
hand, guided his straining cock to its prize.  He couldn't believe the
mind-bending splendor as his cock-head began to plunge into that tight,
warm hole.

"AW FUCK!!!" he cried in utter abandon.

"FUCK YEAH, PER!  So fuckin' hard, so fuckin' big.  Dude, what an awesome
cock!  Fill me, stud!  Then fuck me hard as fuck!  We're gonna be fuckin'
all fuckin' summer, dawg.  Gonna turn you gay as shit, dude."

"Aw fuck, Danny, I want you so fuckin' bad!" Per cried, feeling gay in
every nerve in his body, as his thick hard tool continued to plow into its
new home.

Soon Per had bottomed out in the boy.  His mind was a lust-drenched daze.
He just knelt and felt the sheer sensuous ecstasy of truly hot sex radiate
through him.

"Fuck me, Per!  Let me feel that fine fucking cock o' yours!!"

Per began his first gay fuck.  In one corner of his bliss-flooded mind, he
wondered if he'd ever be interested in fucking a woman again, after
experiencing the revelations of boy-sex.  Then he got busy throwing the boy
the best fuck he could, using his powerful lower body to piston back and
forth, writhing and wriggling his hips with joyous abandon.

Danny was lying back, looking up at his dream-lover through heavy-lidded
eyes, relishing the huge, wondrous cock that was so expertly servicing him.
The two muscle-studs moaned and cried their passion for each other in hard,
gasping grunts.

Per thrilled as Danny began to move his own hips, starting to ride Per's
huge cock, pleasuring himself on it with a kind of athletic efficiency.

"FUCK, Danny," Per cried, having the time of his life, "this is fucking
amazing!"

"Fuck yeah, dude!  You can have this ass any fucking time you want it this
summer."

"I want it all the time, stud!  Been drooling for this ever since I got
here today!  Gonna show you how a straight stud handles a hot sexy gay boy
like you!"

And Per proceeded to rabbit-fuck the boy with sharp, hard thrusts.  His
cock felt so hard, so long, so alive -- it was pulsating with a kind of
vibrant joy.  Per felt like he could fuck the boy for hours.

Danny was flopping around on the bed like a sexy rag-doll, loving the
feeling of the most awesome cock that had ever fucked him.

"Fuck are you ever a hot lover, stud!"

"Damn straight, son.  You're gonna sure as fuck know you been fucked when I
get done!"

He began to alternate hard, furious thrusts with slow, teasing
long-dicking, making Danny laugh and whoop in balls-deep excitement.

Then Danny, wanting Per to get as intense a crash-course in all-male sex as
possible, told Per to pull out and lay back.  Then he straddled the
gorgeous, muscle-pumped stud and lowered his tight, hungry ass back on
Per's huge, glistening length.

The older stud gasped with ecstasy as the athletic young jock expertly rode
him.

As he fucked his ass on Per's throbbing man-root, Danny went from kissing
his new lover, to massaging that cut, fur-dusted torso, to reaching back
and playing with Per's big, jostling ballsac.  Per could only cry
repeatedly in sharp, disbelieving delirium.

Soon, he called out breathlessly, "Gonna cum soon, son!  How do you want
it?"

Danny didn't answer; he rose up off Per's throbbing dick and bent down,
quickly taking his uncle's moist hardness in his mouth.  He swirled his
tongue around the head a few times as he jacked the third or so of Per's
cock not in his mouth.

Per yelled and then exploded into the boy's grateful mouth.  Five, six,
seven volleys, and Danny's greedy lips allowed not a drop to escape.

When Per stopped shooting, in dazed, exhausted satiety, Danny sidled up
along his spent body and kissed his lover, sharing the stud's thick, hot
tangy cream with him.  Per's tongue danced with Danny's in what was to him
a new, hungry pleasure.  They gulped and tongued and kissed, wordlessly
cementing their love for each other.

"Danny, I -- " Per started to say, when Danny's phone rang again.

"SHIT!" the boy cried, and his lean, lithe body jumped up to answer it.

"That was mom," he said when he put down his phone. "They stopped to do a
little antiquing.  They'll be home in about twenty minutes."

"So, how was your first boy-fuck?" he asked slyly, back on the bed, letting
his fingers sexily curl the hairs on Per's chest.

"Aw fuck, Danny!  Aw fucking fuck!  Un-fucking-believable!"

"Still six percent?"

"Fuck son, probably up to forty percent now, at least.  Fuck, Danny, I'm so
fucking into you."

"Fuck, dawg," Danny added, reaching down for the sunscreen, "you are stud
supreme, Per.  We are gonna tear shit UP this summer.  Now, we got just
about enough time for me to put some lotion on you, dude!"

"Fuck yeah, and put some on my fingers so I can jack you, son.  I wanna
make sure you get off, too.  I can't have all the fun."

Danny straddled the older muscle-stud face-to-face, squirting a couple of
ropes of lotion over Per's chest, then gave the bottle to Per and proceeded
to worship his uncle's beautifully cut abs and pecs.

As Danny worked, he marveled at how quickly his summer had turned into the
dream of his desire.  He was so right about Per's sexual hunger.  It would
be wild having a straight stud like Per for a lover, teaching him about gay
sex, arranging orgies with him and his hot young friends -- damn, he bet
Per would totally get off on threesomes and foursomes and fivesomes.

Per, meanwhile, was sensuously jacking Danny's hard young prick and
playfully teasing the boy's big, bouncy nutsac.  Danny groaned in pleasure,
squirted more lotion on his fingers, and returned the favor.

Soon the two studs were loudly grunting as they jacked each other's stiff,
randy cocks.

Danny bent down to lavish hot, hungry kisses on his uncle's brutally
handsome mouth, then reached back round to finger-fuck Per's tight, hungry
hole while they continued to kiss, lips breathing hot, masculine passion.

Then Per, still kissing and tonguing the boy with explosive desire, brushed
Danny's hand aside and took both their cocks together, jacking them
fiercely while pleasuring his achingly sensitive ass on Danny's skilled,
sensuous fingers.

Fuck, Per thought to himself, sex-dazzled, was life ever luscious with this
boy!

After a delicious few minutes of the two muscular young men engaged in
their intimate joy-ritual, they each came violently, shooting thick, hot
ropes over each other's chest and abs, which they luxuriously fingered up
and fed to each other.

It took them a minute or so more to come down from yet another soaring
sex-high.  Danny spoke first.

"Guess I better get a suit on if I'm gonna go help Mom with the packages,"
he said, wistfully, as he fingered off the last of the cum coating Per's
washboard and offered it to the older stud, who slurped it off with
horned-up grunts, then sucked the boy's finger the way he planned to suck
the boy's cock later, when they were alone that night.

Suddenly the surprising truth hit Per: he still hadn't tasted Danny's
gorgeous cock!  But this revelatory passion-scene he and the boy were
sharing had played itself out so breathlessly fast.  Oh well, he smiled to
himself, we've got all summer to explore our desires.

Their latest round of cum-play finished, Danny went into his room and came
back in the most deliciously revealing low-cut swimsuit.  It was a
squared-off trunk-style suit -- the waist began right about at the base of
Danny's cock, and the suit stopped about a half-inch from where the
outlined tip of Danny's cock-head could be easily made out.  The suit was
made of a thin, translucent white material.  It set off Danny's beautifully
carved chest and abs and quads wonderfully, and the material was sheer
enough to leave not very much up to the imagination when it came to that
plump, luscious cock.  Per could hardly wait to see Danny get wet in it.

"Fuck," Per said lowly, raking his eyes frankly, leeringly, all up and down
the boy's lean, cut musculature, then letting his gaze settle on Danny's
obscenely outlined package, "that's a hot fuckin' suit, dawg!  Sexy as
shit!  I'm not gonna be able to keep my eyes off of you down at the dock."

"Yeah," Danny grinned, "my boys and I went shopping in town earlier this
summer and we each picked up a couple of the most outrageously sexy suits.
Feels sexy as hell wearin' this shit. Glad you like it, dawg."

Danny loved Per's almost laser-focused lust.  He was crushing so hard on
Per.  He turned so his uncle could see how hot his firm, pert, muscular ass
looked.

"Mmmmm, nice," Per purred raspily, drinking in the sight of this incredibly
hot boy, his back muscles so beautifully carved, and there in the middle,
that firm, smooth, mouthwatering set of glutes, made bewitchingly
irresistible with that sexy suit stretched taut over it.

His dick was wonderfully half-hard again.  Danny is easily the most
sexually exciting thing that's ever happened in my life, Per thought.  He
couldn't imagine more satisfyingly mind-blowing sex than what he knew lay
ahead for them this summer.  Exploring every inch of each other's
beautifully cut bodies, servicing each other's cocks and asses in every way
possible between two strong, vibrant men, intensely attracted to each other
and to the sex men share.

In his mind, in the very core of his body, he felt a strong, glorious
gayness flood through him with a kind of passionate excited energy,
thrumming through his fiber, morphing him, as if his true shape was finally
revealing itself, emerging from the last mutation-stage of his particular
species' natural growth cycle.

It was scary but thrilling.

"I better suit up, too," Per said, voice quavering with lust.

"Wear those trunks you had on earlier, dude, until we can go bare-assed.
They look hot as fuck on you.  Make you look like the hot roughneck
muscle-stud of all time."

"Yes, boss."

Per turned to fish them out of his dresser.

Danny's eyes were riveted on his naked adonis of an uncle as he moved, the
way his lean, cut bulk rippled and flowed; especially the way that huge
thick length of uncut, half-hard man-meat swung and swayed.  Fuck, he was
hungry again already for that gorgeous cock.

Suddenly, three sharp car-honks blasted his reverie.

"There's Mom.  Gotta bolt."

"Okey-doke, meet you all down at the dock in a few."

When Danny left, Per adjusted his own sexy trunks, admiring how hot his
body and cock looked in them.  He filled his pipe and took another quick
hit, celebrating this most amazing summer ever.

Before he left to go down to the dock, he thought to himself how different
the scene there would be, with the ladies, now that he and Danny had become
lovers.  The trick, down there with the women, would be to keep under wraps
their overwhelming desire, their consuming lust for each other, which had
exploded between them like a raging forest conflagration.  Hard-ons might
not be a problem, Per reasoned -- the ladies would think Per's was for them
and Danny's for Per.

Especially, though, Per thought, they had to worry about the ladies seeing
them stare so hungrily at each other for such long turns.  Fuck, that would
be the hardest; he just couldn't keep his eyes (or his hands, for that
matter) off that sexy, sexy boy.  Why don't the ladies just fucking LEAVE
already, he groaned, then proceeded out the French door and down the
boathouse steps to the dock.

When Marta and Irene came down to the dock, they both had on the skimpiest
bikinis Per had ever seen.  There was hardly anything but string covering
their ass, and maybe a square half-inch or so of the clingiest material
possible over their obviously shaved cunts and hard little nipples.

"Like our new suits, Per, darling?" Marta asked, preening and parading her
incredibly hot body before her soon-to-be ex-brother-in-law, a man she'd
always been attracted to.

Marta was not a little excited by her sister's divorce.  She intended to
make a major play for Per if he was still back up here, wonderfully
available, when she got back from France.

She sauntered way up close to Per, right in his face, so he could
appreciate her beautifully waxed pussy.

"You girls look hot as fuck!" Per smiled, looking pretty hot himself in his
almost Speedo-brief micro-trunks, sunglasses, and that gorgeously carved,
beautifully furred beef of his, all slicked up with sunscreen.

"You girls are gonna be quite a tempting sight for all those hot young boys
in France."

Danny laughed.

"I think all the hot young boys in France are gay, Uncle Per!  Least that
was my experience last summer."

"Hmmm, sounds like there's a pretty hot story there, young 'un?"

"Later, Unc, later," Danny winked.

They lay out in the sun, exulting in the lucious feel of it on their
exposed skin.

Per's trunks were cut to give his huge, thick shaft just the right amount
of room to be beautifully detailed, every luscious inch visible in bold,
tantalizing relief.  Every once in a while, lying on his back or side,
pretending to be oblivious to the others, he casually worked the top third
of his big dick out from under his swimsuit's waistband, when he felt Danny
might be looking.

Marta noticed Per's furtive exhibitionism and smiled to herself.

"He's coming on to me!" she thought, in giddy lust for her sister's stud of
a husband.  She wasted no time in slipping her suit off.

Marta had sunbathed nude in front of her son many times up here at the
cabin, so that was no problem.  She was horny as hell for her soon-to-be
ex-brother-in-law; her plan of attack was naked, brazen flirtation.

"You boys don't mind if Irene and I flash a little tittie, do you?" she
asked sweetly.

Irene looked over and, seeing her sister naked, wriggled off her own almost
non-existent bikini.

"Not all all," Per said smoothly.  "In fact, I think I'll join you.  Been
waitin' for a chance to get some sun on this pale-ass butt o' mine."

"Good plan," Danny said coolly, not missing a beat.

Per and Danny quickly stripped off their trunks, and Per began a sexy show
of sensuously slathering a fresh coat of sunscreen over his ass and cock
and arms and chest.

Danny and Marta couldn't take their eyes off him.  Marta, especially, since
this was her first breathtaking encounter with the hot, raw, muscular male
nudity that was her brother-in-law.  If women had cocks, Marta's would've
been rock-hard.

"Oh, Per, really!  No!" Irene moaned, when she finally deigned to notice
him. "Cover yourself back up!"

"But you two are naked!" he said, in mock-innocence, knowing how obscenely
hot he looked with his huge uncut cock dangling thick and low from his
ripped frame.

"Oh, but really!  Nude breasts, EVERYone wants to see!  And Marta and I
happen to have spectacularly beautiful breasts.  A naked cock, though, is
SOOOOO unappealing!  After all, they never show them in movies, do they?
They're banned for a reason, I think, darling."

"Not in the movies I watch!" Danny cracked, causing Per to hoot.  Danny
made a quick little jerk-off motion down at his crotch, cracking Per up
further.

"My point exactly, Danny," Irene went on.  "A naked penis is confined to
disgustingly shameful porn.  And you, my dear husband, I'm afraid, have a
PARTICULARly disgusting phallus.  It's not beautifully proportioned at all,
and so freakishly huge, unfortunately, and with that awful flesh-cover
hoodie-thingy over the head, making it look so raw and ugly and bestial --
like it's about to hurt you!  And then it's covered with all those hideous
veins -- that thick one there, and all those other smaller ones.  I tell
you, it looks like a weird creature!  I'm sorry to say it, darling, but you
KNOW how I feel about that awful cock of yours.  You were simply not
blessed with a classic penis -- one of those small, perfectly sized ones,
like you see on those classic Greek statues."

Danny was about to say something -- his Uncle's dick being about the most
mouth-watering he'd ever seen -- but his mother beat him to it.

"Speak for yourself, Irene.  I must say, Per's enormous cock looks quite
tempting indeed to me!  Sigh, if only he wasn't your husband, my dear
. . ."

Marta held Per's eyes with a look that spoke of raw female need for a good
hard fucking by an athletic, well-endowed stud.

Per returned her compliment with a weak, strained smile.  He was, he
realized, surprisingly uninspired at the thought of the possibility of sex
with Marta, a woman he'd had the hots for ever since he'd met her.  Now,
however, his lust-thoughts centered strictly on cock and ass and smooth,
hard muscle.  Fuck, did he ever want to get back alone with Danny.

"No shit!" Danny spoke up, echoing his mother's praise. "You've got an
AWESOME cock, Uncle!"

"Now, now," Per said, worried he might get hard thinking about Danny,
"enough about my willie.  To each his own, I guess.  Hey Danny, you want a
beer?"

"Sure, dawg!"

"OK with you, Marta?" Per asked.

"Certainly, darling.  Danny's allowed a few beers when he's up here.  And
Irene and I made some sangria we'll bring down later after it's had time to
set a bit."

Per didn't even bother to suit back up.  He just padded his naked, sculpted
bulk down the dock, to the stairs, and then trotted up to the boathouse,
his long, thick, half-hard cock bouncing sexily on each step.  Both Danny's
and Marta's eyes were glued to that golden-furred, beautifully hung
muscle-god every second.

"Doesn't your uncle look handsome, Danny?"  Marta purred softly, like a
bitch in heat.

Danny was just about to answer very much in the affirmative when Irene cut
in.

"Why ask Danny?  Just because he's gay?"

"Because," Marta answered, "Danny is a boy with EXCELLENT taste in men.  So
I'm curious to hear him rate Per."

"Hmmmm," Irene considered, "actually I WOULD like to hear a gay boy's take
on Per."

She turned to her sister now and tried to sound off-hand.

"Frankly, I always thought Per made love like he liked men more than
women."

"What on EARTH do you mean, darling?" Marta asked, it being absolutely
unfathomable to her that this lust-dripping hunk she'd been hankering after
for years was even a shred gay.

"You know, all that cock and balls and ass stuff.  That's been his CONSTANT
focus when it comes to sex.  Before we were married, all he wanted to do
was fuck my ass!  Can you believe it!?  On our honeymoon, though, I put an
end to THAT nonsense, believe you me!  Where on earth do men EVER get the
notion that women want a dick up their ass?  Repulsive!  Especially with
that fucking baseball bat he's got between his legs!  Let them fuck their
own asses, if that's what they like!"

"I'll drink to that, Auntie," Danny laughed.

"And all that sucking, and expecting ME to suck as well!  His balls, too,
mind you!  DISgusting!  And don't even get me started on ass-licking, which
he would BEG me for!  RE-PULsive!"

She turned to Danny now, like a sly cat.

"All that nasty, dirty, ass-and-cock-centered sex, that's the sort of thing
your kind likes, isn't it, darling?"

Danny began to realize that his mother's sister was total slime, but he
grinned slyly to himself, thrilling to the incredible idea that Per might
ACTUALLY be REALLY gay -- and not just a straight stud slumming with a gay
boy because he needed to get his rocks off so badly.

"Guilty as charged, Aunt Irene," Danny answered coolly.  "But seriously?  I
think almost all guys like that kind of sex.  That's just plain old male
sex, period.  It's basically how the equipment works.  Very ass and dick
and mouth oriented.  It's how any horned-up dude spells sexual pleasure."

Danny was beginning to REALLY despise his aunt.  How could ANY woman lucky
enough to be married to one of the most handsome, virile men on the planet
not be grateful for the chance to satisfy such a gorgeous sex-machine's
every need? Imagine turning her nose up at her stud-husband's most basic
desires!

Irene seemed to ignore Danny's brief discourse on male sexuality as she
droned on to her sister.

"He'd eat my pussy ravenously, of course.  I swear he seemed to like that
more than he liked actually fucking my cunt after he got it all wet.  I
always thought my vagina was just a substitute for the young boy's ass he
REALLY wanted to eat."

Now she turned to Danny.

"So play your cards right these next couple of weeks, kiddo, and who
knows?"

Marta blurted out laughing.

"You are seriously insane, my dear! Per is just about the hunkiest fucking
stud of a man I've ever met!  The man just DRIPS heterosexual lust and
passion!"

She couldn't resist a bitchy dig at her tedious sister.

"It's not Danny you should worry about, darling, it's ME!  You're headed
straight to California from France, but I'll be back up here, with Per, and
the moonlight, and a very nicely stocked wine cellar."

"You're welcome to see how lucky you are, darling.  The man hasn't so much
as made a pass at me in the past year or so.  But it's not just his weird
sexual fetishes that convince me he's gay.  I mean look at his body.  It's
not something I, as a woman, find attractive.  It MUST be a gay look, I'm
convinced!  All that working out all the time to get those show-offy
muscles.  I DESPISE that steroid-freak look.  Combined with his fur, it
makes him look like a cave man.  And that ridiculously over-sized cock of
his is like his big club."

"I just HATE all that hair of his all over," Irene prattled on.  "I've
begged him to wax or shave, but he just laughs.  I mean, seriously, I
thought the trend now was 'manscaping'.  He's got so MUCH fur it's like,
seriously, like he's genetically closer to Cro-Magnon than human!"

"Per has a beautiful body, beautifully accented by just the right touches
of that sexy, golden fur.  Shit, he could do porn, he's so fucking hot,"
Danny said a little too testily.

"I'm serious, Danny.  Now YOUR body's beautiful, of course.  You're quite
the little hottie, darling."

Idly playing through Irene's mind, ever since she'd arrived, had been the
fancy of seducing Danny one night, when Marta went to bed.  How could the
boy know for SURE he's gay when he's so young, she'd wondered.  And why
couldn't he just be bi, after all?  Well, whatever he was, he was
absolutely gorgeous.

"Your body's so smooth and lean, with just the right amount of muscle," she
went on.  "Anyone, gay or straight, man or woman, would want you, Danny.
But Per's not only got that problematic, sort of caveman-y look already,
which is a major turn-off to women, but on top of it he's done that
muscle-building thing that and that buzzed hair thing.  I mean, you add up
all that fur and muscle and butch haircut, and, I'm telling you, it's a
classic gay stereotype, no?  What do you gay boys call it, dear?  A
'daddy'?  I think Per is secretly some gay daddy.  That IS the right term,
Danny, isn't it?  'Daddy'?"

"Yep, you got it, Auntie.  And Per sure does have the look down.  I prefer
'young bear' myself, or maybe 'muscle-hunk,' but whatever, my uncle's hot
as fuck."

Despite his best intentions to keep his lust under control, Danny's young
cock was stirring, thinking about the young blonde, grizzly god that was
his uncle, so he got out of his Adirondack chair, spread his beach towel
out on the dock, and laid down on his stomach.

His heart, meanwhile, started a slow race.  He'd never wanted his aunt to
be so right in her life.  Fuck, he thought excitedly, maybe Per IS gay, and
just hasn't been able to admit it to himself.  Damn, this is getting
interesting.

Irene turned to her sister.

"See?  It IS a gay thing, darling!"

So don't get your hopes up, bitch, she thought to herself, of getting him
in the sack with you when you get back here.

Marta sister broke out in rippling, astonished laughter.  The sheer
balderdash of thinking a porn-god hottie like Per, God's lavish gift to
horny young women like herself, was gay!  It was almost touching, Irene's
naivete regarding men!

Something must have gone terribly wrong in Irene's marriage, she thought,
to make her spew out such crazy talk.  Irene NEVER knew how to keep a man,
that frigid bitch, was all Marta could think.  Per must have gotten good
and fed up living with the Ice Queen and having to jerk off or have affairs
with hot young girls in order to slake the banked-high lust fires that must
be always smoldering in that sexed-up body of his.

God, what a cock! she drooled to herself.

Meanwhile, the truth suddenly broke through immediately clear to Irene: Per
and Danny will no doubt have fucked their brains out for three straight
weeks when Marta returns from their trip.  Per will finally be comfortably
out as the gay fuck-stud he is, probably in about a week.  He'll be off
women for good, no doubt, after giving free rein to his innate gay desires
for about a month.  What a sweet surprise that will be for Marta, to see
her hunky crush chasing after hot-boy tail!  With the hot boy in question
being her own son!

This is why I grew to hate him, I think, she said to herself -- because I
knew he could never be mine, he could never truly desire me.  He can only
really desire men.  I think I must have known that, at some level, for a
long, long time.

I wonder, she thought, if this is what Per had planned on happening all
along this summer, right from the start.  He'd been SO excited about coming
up this year, as she thought back on it.  She'd assumed it was because he
knew this would be his last time up, so a heavy nostalgia was charging his
thoughts about this summer, a fervent, bittersweet joy.

But maybe it was really this: the thought of being alone with Danny in such
an erotic setting -- two horny males, alone in the woods at a stylish lake
cabin, on a very romantic spot on the lake, both into gay sex . . . because
she was convinced now Per was gay.  It was not just what she gleaned from
their thwarted sex life, but look at all the time he spends in that college
gym, with all those naked young men!

God was I ever blind, she laughed ruefully to herself.  He's gay as fuck!

Sure, she thought bitterly, he knew this would be his chance for as much
fucking and sucking as two horny gay boys can cram in.  Especially when the
other boy was that deliciously luscious young muscle-hottie of a nephew.

I bet they'll start by working out nude together, Per will probably suggest
it in his charming, off-hand way.  She could just picture the pair of them,
getting all hard and worshipful of each other's bodies as they strained and
sweated, feeling each other's muscles, maybe even start licking sweat off
each other as they pumped iron.  Then they'd fuck their brains out, of
course, so totally turned on by each other's cock and muscles.  Then into
the shower, where they'd fuck again.

Hell, she realized, this is going to be a two-person gay orgy up here for
the next month.

And who knows?  Maybe more than two.  Danny probably has other gay young
friends up here he can invite over.  Or maybe Per has already invited some
of his young college fuck-buddies to drive up to join the party.  They like
to have sex in groups, these gay boys, don't they?  It's not really love
with them; it's just rutting, like animals.

Oh well, she thought to herself, she could care less.  Let Per have his
fun.  He's surely earned it after the past few years of what he's had with
me.

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