Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2007 07:56:57 -0700 From: Rio Mack <badprose@hotmail.com> Subject: Fishing Opener 3 (gay/incest) Fishing Opener, part 3 By Rio Mack DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex At first, Eric & Ryan endured the 40 minute drive to town in a very uneasy silence. To Eric, it seemed like Ryan might be perfectly willing to keep that up the whole way into town, which would be intolerable for Eric. Besides, he genuinely wanted to get to get to know this stubborn young nephew of Pete's better, pierce his armor maybe - see, for example, just what he felt was so objectionable - given his priggish shock at the nudity that morning in the cabin - about good-looking men celebrating their bodies. Especially when you had bodies as nice as the four young men currently staying at the cottage. So Eric began to grease the conversational wheels; first, with some light banter about college, home, friends - anything to get the boy to open up. But no topic lasted longer than a few sentences. Then he plugged his iPod in and clicked on his current favorite: late-era Miles, from his jazz-rock-funk fusion period, which he and Pete loved to play as background music for very raw, very steamy sex. "Like this?" Eric asked, a few minutes into the first cut. "'S OK," Ryan shrugged, then clammed up immediately, staring straight ahead at the road. Eric could feel the tension radiating off this boy in waves, but he would not be deterred. "What kinda music do you like, Ryan?" "Older stuff mostly, I guess. Beatles, Zeppelin, Oasis. I like Hendrix. This sorta sounds like Hendrix a little." "Hendrix is great. So are all those other groups you mentioned. This is Miles Davis, by the way." A few seconds pause. Then Eric decided, with about twenty minutes left until town, to get serious. "So Ryan, do you mind if I ask you a question?" "Whatever." "I get the sense - and I could be wrong, and if I am, I apologize - but I get the sense you're like judging Pete & I. Your brother, too." "'Judging'?" Ryan echoed. "You mean cause I don't really approve of the gay lifestyle?" "Who said anything about 'gay'?" "Well, it's fairly obvious, isn't it? You and my uncle are gay lovers or partners or whatever you call it. I saw you guys kissing and embracing in the kitchen earlier, through the french door, when I was outside. But I'd sorta figured it out last night. 'Fuck-buddies'? Is that what you guys are? And it doesn't take a genius to see you're taking a real innocent kid like my brother and trying to indoctrinate him into that lifestyle." "Jesus, Ryan. 'Fuck buddies'? Your uncle and I are lovers, yes. I'm proud of it. WE'RE proud of it. I hope we stay together forever. If it seemed like we were trying to HIDE anything - well, I guess you're uncle was afraid his nephews might react just this way. Your uncle's an incredible, incredible person, you know. If you'd get over your prejudice, you'd see that. We make each other VERY happy, which is more than I can say for most couples - gay or straight - that I know. And I'm not just talking about sex," and here Eric couldn't help but let a smile escape across his lips, "though I gotta say, the sex with Pete is hot as fuck!" Ryan was thrown by that last remark. He was still feeling righteous as hell, but hearing just that brief reference to actual sex between Eric and Pete triggered a kind of reflex reaction in him and started hormonal juices flowing; because, despite KNOWING gay sex was wrong, Ryan couldn't help but find the whole idea of hot sex between two dudes, especially two such hot-looking dudes as Eric and his uncle, an incredible turn-on. He had for years. In fact, he knew one of the reasons he was so tense on this ride to town was because he was sitting next to such a gorgeous, incredibly built guy. Not just any gorgeous guy, but a gay one. He was uncomfortable around good-looking guys, because of the sexual charge that always seemed to underscore the setting, the repressed desires that always filled him. Now, when he knew the hot-looking guy was definitely gay, it was especially charged with all sorts of terrifying - and thrilling - possibilities. Nevertheless, he persisted in his rant. "Look, first - you don't have to tell me how cool my uncle is. I know that. Second, what you and he do - as fucked-up as it is - is your business." What flitted peskily around in his unconscious while he droned his displeasure was this: what would a video of Eric and Pete together in bed be like? They were both so fucking built, so damn gorgeous. His mind was awash in hard ripped muscles, hot sweaty holes, and huge spurting cocks. But he brushed that nattering fantasy away like a bothersome insect. "Just don't prey on Tommy. Or me," he stated flatly, drawing himself up and scooting closer to his side of the car. "I know how you guys try and seduce good-looking young guys. You try to turn them gay. My mom's told me all about it." "OH JESUS FUCK!" Eric cried. "You hear a bunch of bullshit from some divorced woman who's bitter because her stud husband discovered how hot sex is with guys, and you take that as gospel? Why don't you ask some actual gay men like Pete and I for a little information on the subject? You might actually learn something!" Ryan snorted. He was getting very uncomfortable. Gay sex, in his own fevered imagination, DID seem way hotter. But still, it was WRONG! "As if you or Pete could be objective!" he sputtered. "Look, just don't take advantage of my brother." "YOUR BROTHER?!" Eric couldn't help but light into this homophobe. "Your brother, if you want to know the truth, strikes me as a very young, very gay-curious teen. One who could use an older, experienced guy to answer any questions he might have, maybe even let him experiment. Cause it's pretty damn obvious Tommy is itching to explore that part of him, don't ya think? All the staring and flirting he was doing last night and this morning? Hell, you should have seen him drool when he saw my pierced cock! I think that boy was hard all morning." SHIT! Ryan thought to himself, Eric's got a pierced cock? Fuck, did THAT ever sound hot. He'd jacked off to enough guys with pierced dicks on the internet; how fucking awesome would it be to see one in real life? Eric went on: "If I'da kept my PA exposed another few seconds, dude woulda been on his knees, lapping away. No fucking doubt. It doesn't take a sex therapist to see that clearly there's a desire and an identity that are struggling to articulate themselves inside Tommy. Struggling to get out from all the bullshit your mother and you and God knows who else have laid on him. People CAN be gay, you know. As much as you may hate to admit it. And if your brother is, did it ever occur to you that Pete and I might be doing him a favor by letting him use his time up here to explore and maybe discover that about himself? In a safe, loving, healthy environment - not furtively, guiltliy? It's being a teacher, a buddy, a role model. Exactly what an understanding older brother might do." Eric felt a little sheepish. It was his dick speaking now, he knew. He was so eager to get Tommy into bed, he couldn't help himself. But that didn't change the import of what he was saying. He wasn't just rationalizing his lust for that hot young boy; he was right, he knew it. Any idiot could read the signs. He bet any amount of money Tommy was having the time of his life right now, learning key lessons from Pete about men, their bodies and their desires. And what a superb teacher Pete would be on that subject, as Eric happily knew. "Whatever," Ryan said, wanting to shut down this most uncomfortable conversation, staring out the window on his right, to avoid the temptation of even looking at Eric, who was exactly the kind of ripped young dude that got Ryan totally hard. Eric was furious. Then inspiration hit. It was wrong, maybe, but he played his next card anyway - fuck this smug little shit. "You know, Ryan," Eric said smoothly, "in my experience, the guys most aggressive, most insistent, in their professed hatred of gays are the guys most likely to be gay on the down-low. All those politicians that rant and rave and posture? Seems like you're always finding out about them and a gay male escort. You sure you ain't protesting too much there, dude? You sure YOU don't have the same desires, passions, needs that your dad, your uncle, and probably your brother have? You aren't really gay yourself, are you, Ryan?" Ryan turned viciously to face Eric, snorting, red-faced. "WHAT!!!???" he screamed. "Are you - ??!! ME??!! Oh FUCK you, you fuckin' fag. I'm - ," and then Ryan's righteous front collapsed in a sobbing heap. Eric was stunned to see he had picked the lock so effortlessly. It all came pouring out of Ryan in a sob-choked torrent - his years-long obsession with hot-looking guys, his fears about gayness, his addiction to gay porn since sophomore year in high school, his guilty excitement in the boys' locker room, the tension ripping him apart between what his groin was telling him and what his head was, the bitter homophobic bile his mother had spewed for years, his feelings about his absent father (a mix of resentment and obsessive fascination), his difficulty being up here with two such great-looking men as Pete and Eric displaying their gorgeous bodies so blatantly. "Even my brother!," Ryan yelled, eyes wet, red, pained. "He's so damn fine. Fuck, I've had the hots for him for soooo long. That's sick!" Ryan even confessed to Eric how he had initially been hesitant to do this fishing opener weekend alone with Tommy, because he was uneasy about what might happen with the two of them alone up here together. A hundred scenarios, all ending in taboo sex, had played wildly through his mind in the days leading up to the trip. "No way!" replied Eric forcefully, "sex with a brother who's into it can be cool as fuck. It's not sick." "And believe me, I know," he added, giving Ryan a capsule history of growing up with his own good-looking sibling, and the very casual but wonderfully satisfying sexual relationship the two boys had - loving, erotic, athletic, totally hot. "He's in Sweden now, and dang do I miss him. Don't overlay anything weird on it. It's just young guys helping each other get off, learning about their bodies, giving each other pleasure. It's such a cool way of being intimate with your bro." "Or your uncle?" Ryan's mind had been swimming with images of Pete's beautifully muscled torso ever since they'd arrived last night. "Hell YEAH! All through our teens, my brother & I used to go camping all the time with these two twenty-something uncles of ours. Fuck, was that ever fun. They taught us all about sex and the joy of being male. It's what older guys should do with younger guys. Teach 'em how the equipment works. Teach 'em about a young boy's needs and pleasures, and how natural they are. Shit, are those ever golden memories." Sitting there, trying to comfort the sobbing young hunk, Eric was realizing just how unbelievably attractive Ryan was. He had been so focused on Tommy, who'd been parading around that cute lean body of his all morning, that he hadn't really appreciated the physical perfection of Ryan. The wife-beater the boy wore did very little to hide a firm, beautifully toned body of pure college-jock beef. He could see Ryan's hard little nipples poking through the thin material. The boy wore his shirt too big, not showing off his assets by letting it stretch taut across his torso, but through a loose armhole Eric could see what looked like a lusciously carved chest. Clearly their conversation, as sensitive as it might be, was getting him excited, Eric thought approvingly. He glanced down at the younger boy's crotch - oh yeah! not just stiff, but fuck if that ain't a wet stain! Mmmmm, thawing out this gorgeous young stud and giving him his first taste of hot, creamy boy-sex was going to be a pleasure, not least of which because it'll mean helping him shake off all the bullshit Pete's sister had fed him over the years. He hugged the boy, who'd collapsed onto Eric's shoulders. Then, to Eric's utter amazement, Ryan started kissing him tenderly between sobs. Eric didn't think twice: he returned those kisses with all the wet, horny passion that'd been simmering in him, and began gently, lovingly massaging the boy's hard, thick cock. "Just tell me to stop," he whispered. He expertly stroked the boy's huge stiffness through his cargo shorts, then cupped what he discovered to be a very ample ballsac. "I, I, oh fuck, oh, Eric! OH!" Ryan panted and gasped, overcome with this flood of first-time gay intimacy. Eric smiled as he watched all the strained tension on Ryan's face melt into ecstasy. But then the brows furrowed: Ryan's head was warring like crazy with his groin. "Oh, please, Eric, you better stop. Please! STOP!" he panted. Eric immediately ceased his cock-play, saying, "Sorry, dude. I guess I got my signals crossed." "No," Ryan said, his breath coming a bit slower as his heart-pounding subsided, "I mean, yes. I mean, no, you didn't get the wrong signal. I guess I wanted it. Wanted it bad. I - but, it's wrong. I mean, it's not normal. These desires of mine. And, damn - " and now the boy hunched over and started sobbing again. Eric pulled the car to the side of the road, and the two brawny youths hugged again. Eric fought the urge to explore that hot-muscled body. Ryan needed comfort now, not another seduction-attempt. Ryan's words came out in choked sobs: "You have no idea . . . how much I think about it . . . dream about it . . . how much I want it. How much I NEED it! FUCK," he laughed and hiccupped loudly at the same time, "I beat off SOOOOO damn much thinking about it! I check out dudes all the time. I see you and Pete prancing around in your jocks or underwear or bare-assed, and I make a crack about it being too much, but what I really mean is 'fuck, do you guys look hot as shit!' I see Tommy, that incredibly lean body of his looking so fucking luscious with his pubes shaved, and I feel this knee-jerk need to comment on how gay it looks, but I really want to say how fucking hot it looks, and go over there and stroke and lick and suck. AW SHIT," he was crying again, "it's messed up! What I feel is wrong, I know!" "Oh Ryan, Ryan," Eric said, holding the boy close and giving him the gentlest of kisses, "it's not. It's not wrong. It's just our bodies, dude, our pleasure-drive. The rest is the stuff you put on it. Nothing more. Men are so beautiful. Sex is so wonderful, so natural. I wish I could make you see it, you sad, beautiful boy." Ryan sobbed quietly while Eric stroked those broad, brawny young shoulders lovingly, as an older brother might. "You're right, I'm sure," Ryan said quietly, "it's just - this is all way too much too soon for me. And plus, I know: once I cross over the line, I'll never go back. That much I'm totally sure of. So I've got to work this out so it makes sense, once and for all. I can't just go on bodily feelings and pleasure, cause Mom tells me how Satan tricks you with desire and immediate gratification." Eric could only stare lovingly at this poor, confused, outrageously handsome young stud. He wanted to just bend down and give the boy a blow job that would make him instantly see the light. Instead, he tried to lighten the mood. "Hey, dude, dry your eyes! We're almost to town. You're a hot-lookin' guy, sure to attract a lot of stares from girls and boys. You wanna look sharp! So no more crying, 'k?" Ryan smiled, stopped sobbing, bent over, and - again surprising Eric - kissed his new friend - this time, a long, tender kiss on the lips. And again, Eric's reaction was instinctual: he clasped Ryan gently by the back of his head and held the boy tight for a real kiss. Their lips parted and tongues lapped at each other in barely tamped-down hunger; somehow, it was both chaste and erotic at the same time. Ryan was equaling Eric's hunger, measure for measure. Tongues continued to dance, and heavy moaning erupted from both boys. Eric's cock was rock hard; he didn't dare reach down to feel Ryan's again, but he was sure the boy was stiff as steel. Damn, Eric realized, this boy has become an obsession for him, a real summer crush. It was exciting as fuck. After their kiss, Ryan smiled in his heart-breaking, aw-shucks, all-American-boy manner. "Thanks, dawg," he mumbled shyly. They parked and strolled through town. Eric was right: Ryan attracted the stares of young hotties of both sexes. Ryan was aware of the attention and gave Eric a shy grin. Eric clasped an arm around him and squeezed him close. Ryan fell into it with swelling happiness. Eric smiled, resisting the urge to kiss him in public, and unclasped him, letting his hand trail down to Ryan's firm young ass, giving it a friendly rub, unable to stop himself from dwelling a little too long on that succulent young jock-ass. Ryan looked over, winked, and gave Eric's own ass a squeeze. They both laughed and headed for the grocery store. Ryan loved being able to flirt with Eric like this. He was a total tease in high school and college, with girls. But he'd never flirted all sexy like this with a dude before. He found it hot as hell. It didn't mean anything, he figured, didn't mean he was gay. It just made him feel sexy as shit. He put an arm around Eric's incredibly well-worked back, feeling the perfect musculature as they walked. Eric looked over at him with a smile and a cocked eyebrow and returned his own hand to the boy's ass, rubbing a little more daringly. Ryan smiled broadly. This was way cool. He bet they looked totally hot together. Like, every envious guy watching them was probably wondering, "Are they . . . ?" Ryan's dick felt so fine, all thick and engorged, swaying and throbbing in his khaki's. After grocery shopping, and a trip to the liquor store, they hit the bait shack to stock up on lures for tomorrow. Eric couldn't help but notice that Ryan was sure telling the truth about checking guys out: their entire trip into town, the boy had been scoping out every hot-looking dude in town, letting his gaze linger far too long, clearly cruising all the fine-looking young studs. And town that day was full of incredibly gorgeous boys, most bare-chested, showing off tanned, beautifully defined physiques. A lot of the boys were wearing very low-riding board shorts with no underwear, a look Eric found sexy as hell. Eric was into the eye-candy as much as Ryan, of course. He even made eye contact with a couple of dudes, stroking his long cock suggestively through his jeans, cocking an eyebrow inquisitively, then smiling and winking if the boys returned his leering grin. He'd picked up a steady strong of vacationing college jocks that way, bringing them back to the cabin for hot fun with Pete and him. Finished with their shopping, they stowed their purchases in the trunk. "I guess that's it," Eric said. "You need anything else?" Ryan hemmed and hawed a bit, looking down, then finally summoned up the nerve to blurt out his embarrassed request: he asked Eric if there was anywhere in town where he could pick up some clothes that might, as he put it, "make me look a little sexier, a little hipper." He looked down shyly again, stammered a bit, then looked up at Eric and admitted, "A little GAYER, actually, is what I guess I mean." He was blushing, but he went on, "On accounta, fuck, look, I admit it, gays guys - and straight dudes who have the gay look - are waaaayyyy hotter-looking than other guys. I totally want that look!" Eric laughed and put the boy at ease: "Yeah, I seen the way you been checking out the hot boys in town. Don't front, dude! Busted!" Ryan reddened more deeply but laughed, secretly ecstatic that his all-consuming homoerotic desire was finally out in the open, was made to seem normal by Eric, even cool. So Eric took him first to his barber in town for a buzz. Eric whispered to his very hip young barber, "We're talking gay stud wet-dream look here," and the hair-cutter just winked and nodded. It didn't take long, and Ryan emerged looking hot as fuck, a total A&F heart-throb. The barber had buzzed him very very close and jaw-droppingly sexy. Eric could only gaze on the beautiful, perfectly shaped features of Ryan's head and face - the icy-blue eyes, the perfectly shaped eyebrows, the strong cheekbones, the rugged jawline (like Pete's, he thought) - all set off beautifully now. The buzz itself was perfect, erotic as hell, almost down to the skin. Eric's dick stiffened as he imagined lying on his back and reaching down to stroke that stubbly head sensuously as Ryan, on top of him, sucked his long, hard prick. He could just feel the sexy bristle as Ryan's head turned this way and that between his thighs, slurping lavishly all up and down his massive cock. Oh Ryan! he sighed deeply to himself. As they walked to the hip surf shop in town, Eric's mind was a whirring montage of sex fantasies starring Ryan, so much so that Eric dared, in order to make one of those fantasies come true, to make another grooming suggestion, trying to sound casual and off-hand as his desire erupted out of him: "You know, dude, I can trim your pubes for you, when we get back to the cottage, if you like that look. We don't have to shave 'em all off, like Tommy. We can just buzz 'em down close. Leave a nice, faint, sexy shadow. Looks hot as hell. That's what most of the young guys in my gym - gay and straight - are doing these days." He worked hard to hide the excitement in his voice, amped at the thought of the two of them nude in the cottage bathroom, the boy's hefty young cock and full, ripe ballsac on display, right there in front of him, to fondle lewdly as he worked, letting the shaver linger while his fingerss stroked, teased, and toyed. "Awesome!" Ryan beamed, not even trying to hide his excitement. Ryan knew Eric wasn't shitting him; he'd noticed it the past couple years in the locker room in high school, and now college, more and more guys were grooming their body hair: shaving bodies smooth, and grooming the fuck out of their dicks. All dudes' balls seemed velvety smooth these days, and so many dudes either shaved all their pubes, like Tommy, which Ryan thought looked totally hot on young studs with incredibly hard physiques, or they manicured them carefully, beautifully showing off their dicks, making them look so fucking tantalizing to Ryan. He'd only pretended not to like the look cause he was ashamed at how turned on he was by the hot guys who did it, how much all that grooming made them look just like the gay porn internet fantasy-beef he loved to jack off to. And now it was Ryan's turn for sexual reverie: all he could do, as they walked on, was think about the scene in Eric's gym - hot, naked, muscular boys, all pumped from their workout, testosterone boiling over. How did Eric know some of the dudes were gay? Did they cruise each other by the lockers? Stroke each other in the sauna? He had a vision of a steamy shower room, an orgy of four or five dudes, wet, hard, a blur of cocks, asses, muscles, and mouths. Ryan could feel he was hard and leaky. That was one of the things that made the boys' locker rooms in high school and college so charged for Ryan - that a classic gay porn scenario like that might actually some day happen. Fuck, would he ever like to be in a scene like that, with Eric. And then, he began daydreaming of what it might be like back at the cottage, when Eric shaved him. He got hard just thinking about it: both of them nude; Ryan finally able to see that huge pierced cock of Eric's, along with all of his gorgeous, sexy body; Eric's hands around his cock, having to position it this way and that as his pubes got buzzed; then, once he was finished, deciding it'd be a shame to waste Ryan's hard-on, so a nice slow jerk on his newly groomed tool; or, damn, maybe even a blow-job! Ah fuck, would that ever be hot! How could shit like this be wrong, he wondered? At the surf store - where Eric noticed Ryan's eyes again glued to all the gorgeous young boys milling around - he picked out a really tight, small sleeveless muscle shirt for Ryan to try on. As Ryan headed to the dressing room, Eric whispered, "Ry, when you're changing, take your boxers off, too, ok? I think you'd look way hotter with those cargo shorts sagging a little more, showing off what you got - those kick-ass abs and hip bones." Ryan grinned and winked. When he came out of the dressing room, it was the other boys' turn to stare at Ryan, who looked drop-dead hot. His perfectly bulked shoulders and biceps were achingly, gorgeously exposed, and the rest of his well-muscled torso shown off in exquisite detail under the stretched-tight cotton. Since the shirt was short, and Ryan was now going commando, there was about two inches of the most lickably succulent young jock-flesh now teasingly exposed: a ripped patch of washboard, along with that outrageously well-defined Apollo's belt Ryan had. Eric's cock stiffened deliciously. "You should get a couple of those shirts," he said coolly. "They're made for you." "Some jocks and sexy-ass underwear, too," he added, "then I think you're set. Those cargo shorts look fucking incredible on you now, by the way." And he rubbed Ryan's hard, exposed abdominals sexily. They found a couple of very sexy-looking jocks for him - low-cut and thin-waisted - and a couple pair of the low-rise white briefs Eric wore - Ryan was very excited to buy these, admitting to Eric how incredibly hot he looked in them this morning. Eric also suggested a pair of leather flip flops that Ryan's big, boney feet would look sexy as hell in. Ryan agreed and put them on as soon as they paid for them. On the walk back to the car, Eric gushed at how incredible Ryan looked. "You had the body and looks before, dude; now you're displaying 'em to perfection. Fuck, are you ever a major hottie, Ry. Top ten percentile, dawg!" "Really, Eric," Ryan asked seriously, "you think so?" It was a hot day, so Ryan set down his bags and shucked off his wife-beater, giving Eric - and the rest of the boys in town - a better view of his painstakingly cut frame. He'd put in so much work in various gyms the past three years, trying to get a total dream body. But he had absolutely no confidence that he looked anywhere near as good as his body-ideal. "Ryan, you are fucking stunning!" Pete sighed, making the insecure young Ryan feel proud. Eric couldn't help moaning as he gazed hungrily on Ryan's luscious perfection: deeply etched chest, pecs flat and perfectly defined, a deep groove running down his torso, then that killer washboard and those sweet grooves above his hip-bones. He wished he could start licking and stroking that body all over, right then and there. "Fuck, dude, if there's a hotter looking guy in town right now, I wanna see him. SHIT are you ever cut! Wait up, Ry; let's try something. Walk slower for a while, 'k?" Eric wanted to watch the people gawk at the awesome slab of naked beefcake now strolling shamelessly down Main St. Sure enough, every guy's head was turning, either trying to be cool about staring or just lewdly drinking in every drop of this stroke-fantasy perfection on display. Eric cracked up at one voyeur: what looked like an older married dude drove by, in a car full of his wife and kids, with his eyes locked on Ryan's chest as he passed; then, about two minutes later, the same car passed them the other way - no doubt so the closeted husband could get another thrilling eyeful. Fuck, Eric thought, don't blame the dude at all: Ryan is well worth a second look. As they walked on, Eric's lust emboldened him. He grabbed Ryan around the waist and, as he had before, lightly rubbed his ass. But this time, his hand wandered down under the waistband of Ryan's sagging khaki's. He let it play slowly and lovingly over and over that hard, wonderfully smooth flesh that was the boy's firm young ass. Ryan purred in a kind of involuntary, knee-jerk ecstasy, and leaned in, thrilled at Eric's touch. After several minutes of ass-rubbing, Eric let one of his fingers play sensuously up and down Ryan's hairy young jock-crack a few times. Delicious. He pushed Ryan's cargo shorts down even further in front and whispered lewdly to him: "After I trim your pubes, you'll be able to wear your pants even lower when you free-ball. Fuck, are you gonna look hot!" Then, with Ryan's waist pullled dangerously low, he went back to savoring that virgin rosebud. Ryan gave a deep, guttural moan of pleasure, grabbed Eric by the head, and pulled him in so Eric could kiss the neck Ryan had sprawled in total, laid-back pleasure over Eric's shoulder. Ryan was luxuriating, maybe only about a third against his will, in his first major physical indulgence in man-sex. It had sneaked up on him so quickly, his body was delighting in it way before his head could even get around it enough to realize what was happening. Still without thinking, he reached over and stroked the huge thick stiffness he knew would be in Eric's jeans as the blonde muscle-stud lavished hot kisses on his neck and now poked his finger more daringly and insistently around in Ryan's tight, virginal pucker. Ryan gurgled low and lewdly; his body was on auto-pilot, doing the things it was programmed to do. Before, such scenarios had been nothing more than the secret thrill of his over-active unconscious, but now his fevered fantasies were oh-so-palpably possible. All he had to do was up the ante just a bit, give Eric an unmistakable sign, and . . . . But then, suddenly, his guilt and years of conditioning kicked in. He pulled away, turned to Eric, giving him a quick kiss and a smile that seemed to say, "I'm sorry, dawg. This is all so damn hard for me to figure out." Eric half-smiled in reluctant understanding. As they approached the car, Ryan turned to Eric, grateful for all that had transpired in the past hour, and, after another hug and - Eric was loving this - some very tender, masculine kisses - the very awkward but very hot kisses of a sexually confused young jock-stud - he apologized for how weird he was back at the cottage and earlier in the car, sorry again that there was this confusing shit in him he had to work out, but promising he'd be way more mellow the rest of the trip. "I'll even swim bare-assed, if that's what y'all do up here," he said happily, causing a ripple of lust to course through Eric. Shit, Ryan thought, if he could tease his gay uncle and his lover a little with his nakedness - not to mention his hot little brother - well, why not? Flirting with guys had become something he wanted to do a whole lot more of. Besides, he wanted to get that incredible all-over tan that Pete and Eric had, that beautiful bronze that looked like the most revealing, form-fitting body-suit a muscle-hunk stud could wear; clothed in simply color alone; that deep, rich golden brown, setting off cock, balls, ass, and each carved, rippling curve in such erotically charged relief. "Can't promise anything about the sex, though, in case you're wondering," he added (but knowing that, if he kept feeling the way he felt now, there would be sex - and lots of it; it was proving wonderfuly irresistible; he HAD to try it). Eric smiled and hugged him. "No sweat, dude," he whispered. "Just do what seems right for you." Eric wasn't concerned. He'd read the signs right in Tommy, he knew, and he would easily make the same bet about Ryan. He popped open the trunk, so Ryan could stow his purchases. Meanwhile, he drew aside, out of Ryan's earshot, and called Pete, letting him know they were just leaving town, so he could plan on them showing up in about forty minutes or so. "Just wanted to give you a head's up, Pete, in case you and Tommy are doing anything you didn't want us to walk in on." Pete purred in his low sandpaper rasp, "Nothin' we wouldn't be doin' if you were right here with us, babe. And fuck, don't we both wish you were! Shit, Eric, this boy is too damn hot. We been at it ever since you left. Fuck, do the three of us have a great week in store!" "Damn," Eric said, lighting up with the promise of sex with Tommy - and no doubt Ryan, "can't wait! And unless I waaayyyy miss my guess, I think it's the FOUR of us that are gonna have a kick-ass time." "Really??" Pete said, in low wonder. "I think it's a given. Anyway, see ya soon, lover." "Just come on down to the dock when you get back, with your dick a-waggin'." Pete switched off his cell and stroked the half-dozing young beauty next to him. "That was Eric. They'll be back in about forty minutes." He moistened his finger and started playing wantonly in Tommy's ass-crack. He was so horned up from the beer, pot, sun, and this beautiful hunk of bare-assed boy-flesh to play with. "Now, just what sort of trouble do you think a couple of hot horny dudes can get into in forty minutes?" Tommy moaned, totally primed for round three - or four, or whatever round they were up to. Then he had an idea. He raised up off the dock, and turned to Pete, stroking his uncle's long, hefty, half-hard thickness. "Hey Pete, tell ya what I'd like to do. When I suck you off, I can't take you in all the way; my mouth just seems to stop when I'm halfway down. But you can deep-throat me. Is that something you can teach me?" Pete laughed, loving this boy's enthusiasm. "Didn't think a boy your age even knew what the term 'deep throat' meant! Surprise, surprise!" Tommy grinned, thinking of how his uncle'd flip if he knew how many hours he'd logged in the past couple of years on gay porn sites. He knew a lot of things that might shock Pete. "Sure, I can teach you. Just a couple tricks to it. Learn those, and you'll be sucking cock like a pro." "Come on," he added, "let's swim out to the raft. Uncle Pete's Cabin Cocksucking Clinic now in session!" Pete was up, poised, and in like a shot. That beautiful muscular fluidity was such a turn-on for Tommy. He just gazed for a while at that muscle-god's form gliding through the water, then followed him in. They hoisted their nude, dripping bodies onto the raft, not bothering to towel off as the sun would have them dry in a minute or so - not to mention how hot they thought each other's hardbodies looked all wet and glistening. "OK," said Pete, bending down and softly stroking Tommy's sweet, luscious half-hard prick. "The key thing with deep-throating is breath control. You're a swimmer, so that should come easy for you." In order to demonstrate, he began sucking and licking Tommy's hefty young cock to hardness. Mmmmm, he thought, as he drank in that luscious length of boy-cock, what a nice smooth uncut beauty; he could suck this boy all night. He teased Tommy's hard, jutting shaft slowly up and down with his tongue, driving the boy crazy. He reached around and worked his fingers into that smooth, tight crack, then realized he'd better not get carried away: Eric would be home with Ryan soon; they had less than forty minutes for Tommy to learn the art of cocksucking. "What you gotta do is sort of flatten your tongue. It helps to think of your mouth as a tunnel you're creating for the cock to glide in." He was really good at this, so in no time he was taking Tommy down to the base of those hot shaved pubes. Tommy was moaning in helpless ecstasy, torn between concentrating on Pete's lesson and wanting to just say 'fuck it' and just have another round of wonderfully hot sex. But Pete kept them focused. "You'll need lots of lube while you learn," he explained, "to get the cock all moist so it can slip in easily. So tongue your partner's shaft a lot to get it all wet and glidey. Use precum, too, and spit. Then, when you first start trying to take it all in, you're probably gonna gag a little, which is OK, cause it produces way more saliva. So just keep at it, and remember your breathing: you're gonna have to breathe through your nose, but I bet you're good at that." He very willingly gave Tommy another demonstration, taking him all the way easily. He was such a tease, though - in less than a minute, he had Tommy writhing in utter tormented delight. He decided, 'what the fuck, school's out,' and sucked and stroked and tongued and swirled the head in earnest, lapping at the boy's balls and fingering his hole until Tommy collapsed on his shoulders in a massive orgasm. Fuck, he couldn't get enough of this boy. He was amped as shit to share him with Eric. "We'll save this cum," Pete said coolly, "be handy to lube my meat up as you try to take it all down." It took Tommy a few moments to recover (and finish kissing Pete for that wonderful, unexpected treat). Then they switched positions. As Tommy was tonguing and sucking Pete's long, cum-greased thickness, Pete gave him a few last pointers: "Besides breathing, the other important thing to remember is to get the angle right. The wrong angle can prevent anyone from deep-throating a dude's dick." Tommy stopped pleasuring his uncle's thick, massive meat in order to ask, "How do I know what the right angle is?" Pete savored this scene; a landmark in the history of him and his nephew. It was like teaching the boy fly-fishing or golf, only this was hot as fucking hell (not to mention far more useful, Pete smiled to himself). "You'll know it when you have it - and when you don't. Maybe your partner should be standing up, like I am. Maybe he should be on his back. And if he's on his back, maybe you should have your head in the same direction as his, or maybe you should 69. Like I say, you'll know it when you feel it." Tommy smiled, and said shyly, "Gonna be cool tryin' out different positions on this sweet fuckin' cock, Pete. Fuck, you got a beauty!" Before he got down to business, Tommy savored Pete's outrageously massive cock. "Damn," he cooed huskily, "what a fuckin' huge stud-cock you got. So fuckin' big and long and thick!" He cupped the oversized ballsac and just rubbed his head back and forth over that enormous hard-on sprouting out of Pete's big, sculpted thighs. Then, returning to his lesson, he went back to licking and moistening. Pete rubbed Tommy's head gently, affectionately; damn, he loved this boy. Tommy was worshipping Pete's cock as he tongued saliva onto the cum-coated shaft. It was so thick and huge, the same thickness from the base to the head - well, maybe a tad smaller at the head. A long, thick, veiny expanse of manmeat, and it was all his to play with. Tommy slurped and tongued and sucked. He took breaks form sucking to gently stroke the shaft; he loved the feel of that loose, thin sleeve of flesh as he slipped it up and down over Pete's rock-hard thickness. This was still all so new and wonderful and totally thrilling for Tommy. He couldn't help drinking in the nude, muscular perfection of this prime muscle-hunk in front of him. He sensuously stroked abs, ass, and pecs while he sucked, delighting in the soft, guttural moans escaping from his uncle. Tommy's natural talent for cock-sucking began kicking in. He figured getting Pete all drippy with precum might be a good idea, to help ease that enormous dick down his young throat. So, he nibbled Pete's cockhead all over, loving to hear a deep, full-bodied moan erupt from his uncle. Then he stroked those cut-marble thighs, kissing the inner thighs over and over, his head massaging the hard moist stiffness in front of him as he turned from thigh to thigh. Back to tonguing and sucking Pete's straining hugeness while rubbing Pete's man-fur lightly, sexily; then back to kissing, nibbling, and licking the hard, firm muscle of his inner thighs. Pete was swearing and swaying in ecstasy, mashing Tommy's head into his groin. Tommy kept kissing his uncle's thighs - jacking his enormous shaft and tickling his weighty ballsac with one hand, while reaching around with the other to toy with Pete's pucker. He wanted to get it nice and loose so he could finger-fuck him while he took his cock all the way down. He hoped it would make his uncle scream in ecstasy, then send load after load of hot thick man-cream down his hungry young throat. He couldn't get enough of Pete's dick. Fuck, he thought, laughing to himself, as he kept up his cock- and ass-play - any dick! For he was dying to get at that pierced beauty Eric had packed away in his briefs. Was this ever a fucking vacation to remember! Soon, Pete's cock-honey started flowing. "Oh fuck, Tommy. You are the hottest boy I have EVER been with! Fuck, don't stop!" Pete was off on a wave of man-bliss, realizing yet again why he and Eric kept their relationship open to young boys: they were so horned up, so eager for sex twenty-four-seven, that it kept Pete and Eric primed and ready, too. Finally, Tommy was ready to try to take every inch of Pete's huge, thick monster. He visualized his mouth as a tunnel, made sure his breathing was under control, flattened his tongue, and bobbed his head lower and lower on each stroke. He gagged, felt more saliva flood his mouth, but it was no use. He couldn't go any further. "Lie down, Pete," he suggested, his mouth all thick and slurpy and sexy-sounding from the spit-coating. He pushed back on those massive thighs, and Pete scooted down, and laid back. "Mmmm, we can try it as much as you like, dude. Fuck, do you ever get me hard, Tommy!" Tommy tried scooting down and taking Pete in that way. Better, but still he got stuck. He flipped over into a 69 position and could tell at once that this was his angle. A huge loud cry of bliss erupted from Pete as he realilzed his young stud of a nephew was taking his whole huge cock down his throat. In this position, Tommy's own hard thickness was right there in front of his face, so Pete got to work, alternating sucking and licking with cries of bliss. Tommy was absolutely giddy. Knowing that he could take such a huge hard cock all the way down made him feel proud and sexy as fuck. Damn, what a fine-ass gay stud he was becoming, thanks to his uncle. He concentrated on the huge thickness he was pleasuring. He could feel that thick shaft almost pulsate in his chest. It filled him, wonderfully, the whole of his being, as if Pete's enormous man-meat was fucking the very core of his being. "OH TOMMY!" Pete moaned, so fucking amped that his sweet little cockhound-stud of a nephew was taking him to such incredible heights. "Fucking incredible! Fuck, you're a goddamn natural. OH FFUUUCCCKKK, sooooo fucking fine!!!" The air was filled with the panting, slurping, saliva-rich sound of men enjoying each other to their fullest. Licking, moaning, sucking, gasping - they almost seemed locked in a race to bring the other off first. Tommy would stop deep-throating for a while, then jack and lick and suck Pete's balls, and then let his tongue glide further down. Pete sucked Tommy with a fervor that was new to him. He had already shown Tommy that gay sex was such a basic part of being male; now he wanted to show Tommy the heights of gay passion, let him experience true sexual abandon. So he lavished all his ardor on the boy's cock-tip, swirling lusciously, then licking and sucking those smooth young balls; then more fevered sucking, all the while his hands playing feverishly across the boy's tight young washboard or pinching his hard little nips. Tommy began fingering Pete's hole like a desperate whore, all the while sucking away in a fever-dream of lust. Slurp, slurp, slurp, 'til his nose was buried in Pete's furry patch, while his fingers dug and pulled and poked and prodded. Pete was almost in tears; his whole body crackled with sexual electricity. He knew he would cum soon, and he wanted to drench Tommy in his cream, then rub it all over the boy, glazing that lean teen torso until each muscle gleamed in the sunlight. He wanted to rub and findle the boy until his own dick got hard again, then fuck Tommy over and over here on the dock. He knew there was no time for that, but he was utterly obsessed with the boy's beauty and passion for sex. He was fucking Tommy's sweet young throat hith all the force in his muscular hips, while wriggling his ass on the three fingers Tommy was using to finger-fuck his butt. Tommy, too, was face-fucking Pete with every bit of energy in him. His whole being seemed centered on his dick, on the sensations in his dick. He could feel the cum build in his balls, ready to overflow; those balls which Pete's huge, strong fingers were twirling and pulling and tickling in fever-lust abandon. The two of them were hard, horny men, fucking away at their partner's faces, spurred on by the moans and gasps and slurps and cries of wholly satisfying man-sex. Finally Tommy screamed, a gut-wrenching grunt that seemed ripped out of him, and the cum spurted wildly from his huge hard cock, load after load, choking Pete in a hot, creamy flood. He still had enough presence of mind to keep fingering and sucking Pete. He brought one hand around and pawed hungrily at Pete's big floppy ballsac. That was too much, and so Pete erupted in one of the most satisfying climaxes of his life. His screams were muffled by the huge load of Tommy's cum still gurgling in his hot, hungry mouth. Tommy collapsed on the muscle-hunk under him. Their hearts and breaths gradually grew less frenetic, the last drops of cum were savored and swallowed, and the two spent hunks slowly shifted their bodies so they could kiss and stroke each other, both aware of the incredible lust they shared, the addiction each had for the other's body and hot brand of love-making. After a few minutes, they swam around the raft for a bit, to clean off the cum from their cocks and lips, and to refresh themselves after the mind-blowing sex they'd just finished. And just in time, for when they got back up on the raft, ready to kiss and stroke and cuddle in the sun, they heard Eric shout down from the cabin, "Well, we're finally back. Be down in just a bit!" A thrill ran through Tommy, especially - knowing he'd be so frankly naked in front of his brother for the first time ever in their adult lives. What's more - Tommy knew, with Eric coming down shortly to skinny-dip, and Pete still around with his bronze beauty, he'd no doubt also be exhibiting for his brother, for the first time ever, his newly blossomed, intensely sexual desire for men.