Date: Thu, 15 May 2008 10:55:31 -0700
From: Rio Mack <badprose@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fishing Opener 5 (gay/incest)

Fishing Opener, part 5
By Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex

While those three beautiful males - his younger brother, his
twenty-something uncle, and his uncle's young lover - have lost themselves
in sun-drenched desire down at the dock, the young college-boy Ryan,
desperate now to come out as the gay male he's known he was for so long,
has stolen away to his cabin bedroom, a little bummed. Why didn't any of
them seem interested in him?  He thought for sure Eric, his uncle's
incredibly hot lover, would for sure have made good on all that seductive
flirting the two of them had done all morning, all those hints he'd dropped
of how much he wanted to fool around with Ryan, to lick his ass, his cock,
to fuck him.  But no - Eric seemed far more interested in his little
brother Tommy and his uncle Pete.  None of them seemed into him at all;
maybe he just wasn't that hot-looking.

But as he stared at himself in the mirror - his beefy young muscles as ripe
and cut as ever, his newly buzzed hair looking sooooo damn hot, and his
freshly shaved pubes making his uncut jock cock look fuller, thicker, more
luscious than ever - not to brag or anything, but he knew he looked fine.
He finally had that sexy gay-stud look that he'd envied on other hot boys
at school.  He tweaked his hard nips and let his hand stroke and rub and
clutch his long, dangling smoothness, mouth watering as deep waves of lust
began to course and throb through his body.

He put his hands behind his head and did his best porn-star pose, ogling
his fine-ass musculature.  His cock was now at full mast, standing proudly
over his bulging ballsac.  He went back to massaging one of his nips, while
he brought his other hand down below his hard, bouncy cock, so he could
work his tight, hungry, virgin hole.  As he poked first one finger, then
two, in and out of his itchy hole, watching his cut abs flex and tense
sexily as his torso gyrated in pleasure, all he could think of was how
badly he wanted one of those hot, hard man-cocks up his ass - either his
uncle's huge, vein-covered piece of stud-meat or Eric's thick pierced
sausage.

How fucking ironic, he thought - he finally acknowledges his gayness, is
ready to indulge in every form of erotic male passion imaginable, that
awesome brand of sex he'd daydreamed about since it seemed like forever,
and he's all alone.  It just wasn't fair!  Although he was totally
inexperienced in guy-sex (except for what he'd read about and watched on
the internet), he knew he had a lot of passion to give, passion that had
been straining in him for years, unable to find a satisfying outlet with
girls.  As he watched his sexy muscles ripple and flex, and his stiff young
prick bounce and sway, and pleasured his ass on his fingers, his mind was a
rush of XXX-rated images, a montage of possible couplings, variations on
the theme of what he wanted to do with the 3 gorgeous studs he was up here
at the lake with.  All his muscles, his cock, and his ass were taut and
tingling with desire.

Damn, he really needed to pump out a load; his nuts were churning something
fierce.  So he flipped up his laptop, willing to settle for relief by
jacking to one of the many gay porn clips he had stored there.

He had his porn routine down to a science, perfected from secretive years
at home and in college: he'd set the sound low enough to just make out the
grunting and moaning of the beautiful men fucking on screen, check to be
sure the door was closed securely against any surprising interruptions,
then he'd slowly stroke himself as he watched clip after clip, teasing
himself to a drippy, aching hardness, feeling his cock grow bigger and
bigger until his mind clicked into that zone of electric numbness that
signaled the delicious onrush of orgasm, and then, after a few sharp gasps,
he'd breathlessly savor the gushing, rhythmic release of a mind-bending
climax.

This time, though, up here at the cabin, given all the naked flesh that had
been driving him to distraction throughout day (not to mention the heady,
hard-core flirting with his uncle's gorgeous young muscle-stud lover), he
was harder than ever, aching to nut.  Plus, he had spent the past
forty-five minutes or so lost in truly erotic reverie: making sketch after
sketch of the naked male perfection on glorious display up here.  Down at
the dock, while the other three romped sexily, Ryan had filled his
sketchbook with page after page of tantalizingly realistic male erotica,
letting his gaze and pencil dwell longingly on every succulent curve and
ripple, making chests, arms, calves, thighs, and asses come to totally
seductive life on the page, especially relishing the sleek, full
lusciousness of three of the most mouth-watering cocks imaginable, in every
possible state of allure, from full and flaccid, flopping thick and sexy
along a thigh or a set of ripped abs, to hard, stiff, jutting, with a nice
glaze of precum.  His artistry had produced its desired effect - inflaming
his libido - so now he was especially desperate to release the huge load of
cum straining to explode from his bulging sac.  He could probably have
jacked off to a most satisfying climax just from looking back over those
choice sketches he'd made, but he'd left his big drawing pad behind at the
dock.  So porn clips it would be.

Clicking to get to the right folder, Ryan smiled to himself as he realized
that for the first time in the years since he'd been jacking to gay porn he
was feeling only pure, eager lust at the thought of the movie he was about
to watch, there was not even a trace of the nagging shame that had always
accompanied his porn routine in the past.  His raw, all-consuming desire
for hardcore man-on-man sex, which he could honestly and eagerly admit to
himself at last; this frank realization of his true sexuality, which he now
whole-heartedly embraced - that was the only impulse throbbing through his
body and mind right now.  Gone was that guilty mix of his mother's anti-gay
rants and his own desperate denials that had always provided a kind of
mental static to his gay-porn stroke sessions in the past.  It was as if
all that nonsense had been rinsed totally away by the strong torrent of
masculine lust and beauty that's washed relentlessly over him since his
arrival up here at the lake cabin, cleansing away everything but the
insistently urgent, wholly masculine desire radiating so strongly now at
his core.

The film he chose to nut to this time was one of his favorites: it featured
young, muscular, twenty-something cowboys - his favorite fantasy - in a
barn, sprawled sexily among hay, thick ropes and sensuous leather saddles
completing the fetish-scene.  One of the studs had nothing on but boots, a
bandana around his neck, and (of course) a cowboy hat - his minimal costume
making his bulging muscular perfection and huge, stiff, uncut prick all the
more gloriously revealed; the other cowpoke sported a cool buzzcut and
beard, kinda like Pete, and, in addition to his Stetson, wore just a pair
of leather chaps, which kept his long, hard, monstrously thick cock and
ripe, luscious-looking ass on view.  Both studs' bodies were sexily
accented with a light coating of man-fur.  Ryan was into porn enough to
know these guys were called 'bears,' a gay-sex archetype of which his young
uncle was about the most perfect specimen Ryan had ever seen - as opposed
to twinks, which is what his fine-ass brother would be called; or the
beefy, college jock/fratboy-type, which Ryan thought described himself and
Eric.

He stroked his already-hard dick as he watched those two studs go at it,
taking turns sucking each other's thick, stiff, eight-plus inches.  Almost
as sexy as watching those ranch-hands' passion unleashed was listening to
it, hearing their lust-charged grunts and gasps and purrs, in that deep,
crooning hum of masculine pleasure, that sexy, guttural song that seemed to
come from balls-deep down in the core of a dude's being.  Ryan could barely
stand how anxious he was to voice that sweet, satisfied moan of raw male
lust himself, in a duet with one of the sizzlingly hot dudes up here with
him.

Then the studs on screen moved into a sixty-nine position, and Ryan's dick
jumped and twitched.  Shit, did that ever look hot - it was one of the
coolest-looking sexual positions (other than fucking) he was most eager to
try with another dude.  As each cowboy tongue-worshiped the other's wet,
straining, succulent cock, Ryan's mind was carried away to the scene that
must be playing itself out on the docks right now - his brother, his uncle,
and his uncle's gorgeous lover all pleasuring themselves as intensely, no
doubt, as the two studs on the screen were.

"Aw fuuucckkkk!" he groaned, low and raspy, as both studs in the film shot.
He could feel his own load roil and build as he watched one of the
leather-chapped hunks lick sensuously across a ripped washboard covered
with a swirling mat of hair, until he got to the pools of cum splattered
all over his partner's furry abs and pecs.  Ryan watched, eyes glazed over
with longing, as the beefy cowboy-hunk sexily rubbed the thick cum-ropes
in, then gave the other stud a sexy look, and proceeded to lick up every
drop of hot smeared cream, his tongue oozing slow and sexy over cum-slick,
hair-covered muscle.  Shit, how fucking hot!

But really, what the fuck's going on down at the dock, he wondered.  Maybe
he should close out the vid and go back down there?  Truth to tell, though,
he was nervous.  He knew what was going to happen very soon - he was going
to partner up with one or all of the hot studs up here.  And even though it
was what he'd wanted - for just about forever, it seemed - he was still
nervous as hell in anticipation, wondering if he'd perform as good as he
should.  But he was reassured by all the porn he'd watched: the guys he'd
seen sucking and fucking on screen were doing exactly the stuff that seemed
so second-nature to him.  Just follow your instincts, dude, he told
himself.  You've got a total sex-stud in there just waiting to get out.

Yep, he thought, this would be the culmination of years of deep, male
longing.  For Ryan had always been turned on by guys, ever since he could
remember.  As he thought about it now, his life could be chronicled by the
various male fetish objects he'd had through the years.  There was the
Disney animated Tarzan, the He-Man cartoons and movies, Beckham and all
those other hot soccer stars, the fitness mags he started buying
religiously in high school, the Gladiator movie, underwear models, A&F
catalogs, Brad Pitt, the shirtless guys on Survivor, all the fine-ass
athletes he'd be glued to on TV, so many dudes on his teams in high school
and now college, any bare-chested hottie guy he'd see on the street or in a
magazine.  And, shit, even his dad and his brother - fuck, were those two
ever hot. And now his goddamn stud of an uncle and his lover.

As his mind replayed all the sexy male icons of his past, Ryan smiled as
his thoughts dwelled on one in particular.  Funny how something as silly as
a cartoon character could become such a lust-fixation, but damned if the
Disney Tarzan cartoon hadn't been that for him.  He remembered watching the
movie over and over.  He had posters up all over his room.  Why was he so
obsessed with that imge?  No doubt, Ryan realized now: the cartoon Tarzan
was his initiation into gay porn.  Those gorgeous muscles, the exaggerated
calves, arms, and upper body; that long brown hair, almost like a sexy set
of dreads; and that rag of a loincloth, Ryan loved how you could even at
times see a peek of his butt-cheek.  He probably got his first hard-on over
Tarzan; in fact, he was certain of it, as he could remember lying in bed
and dreaming about the Jungle Lord carrying him off to his treetop hideout.
In his fantasies, it was him and not Jane that Tarzan desired, and he'd be
oh-so-willing as Tarzan stripped off his clothes so they could frolic naked
together.

Sean, his gay father, must have recognized his young son's desire.  And
approved of it, of course; even encouraged it.  His dad rented movies
they'd watch together, mostly action flicks starring hot-looking guys like
Bruce Lee and John Wayne and Arnold and Van Damme.  And, of course, he and
his dad would be glued to MacGyver each week.  Plus Sean always brought
home comic books they'd read together, much to his mom's disapproval, and
now that Ryan thought about it, they were always the most homoerotic ones,
with a buff Batman or Superman or those gorgeous, muscular Marvel heroes.
That's probably where he developed his love of art, he realized now, as
he'd spend hours trying to make perfect copies of those tantalizing images.

And of course, there was all the Tarzan-play between Sean and his son.
They'd go at it for hours on the week-end, when his mom was at work and
Tommy was napping, playing out their jungle adventures in the house and
yard.  His father was totally into it - obviously, Ryan realized now, his
father knew just what he found so obsessively exciting about it.  Ryan
laughed out loud to remember how his dad had even made them both loincloths
to wear when they'd play Tarzan, out of some leather scraps he got at a
fabric store.  Fuck, did his dad ever look hot when he wore his: that
beefy, beautifully cut cop's body, with that curly reddish-blonde hair.
Ryan realized he had never before admitted to himself what a major turn-on
his dad's hot, hunky body was for him.

So many memories came flooding back now, clearly stirred up from all the
naked flesh his libido had been feasting on all day.  He could see his
muscular young stud of a father, in just that leather loincloth, his bulky
biceps pumping and flexing as he swung on the improvised jungle vine of
their tire-swing rope; his firm, muscular ass and long, floppy cock
tantalizingly available for quick, furtive peeks as the wind whooshed
around him, or there on display when he'd run or leap or spin.  And, oh
damn!  The best: he remembered his dad and him wrestling on the ground in
their Tarzan outfits; was he crazy, or did he remember Sean teasing and
tickling his tight little boy-hole through that flimsy leather cloth when
he was stretched out on top of his dad.  Flooding back to him now was the
sensation of their dicks - his tiny boy-penis and his father's huge
man-cock - both stiffening deliciously as they'd hug and wrestle.  He
remembered how he'd never want to get off his dad when they were in that
position - just lie there and wriggle his little body so that his hard
little dick would rub and rub against his dad's huge, rock-hard rod; with
his dad's strong hands clutched against his thinly clad butt, pressing him
closer.

"Tarzan's mighty spear is growing!" his father would laugh, and Ryan would
shriek and whoop, half-embarrassed but totally excited. "So is Boy's little
spear!" his dad would add.  It cracked them both up each time.

Shit, Ryan thought, those were memories he hadn't dredged up in years.
He'd kept them tamped down pretty fucking tight, under layers and layers of
shame over the reality of his deeply consuming, passionate longing for hot,
steamy man-sex.

Ryan saw now that his father had recognized his son's early attraction to
guys and was probably trying to gently teach him about his sexuality,
reinforce it, allow his gay identity to develop as naturally as possible.
Through their physical play, he was trying to initiate his son into the
pleasures of man-on-man sex, going as far each time as he'd dared, helping
him learn all the secrets of male pleasure.  He smiled as he thought of his
father, about what their relationship might have been like if he hadn't had
to leave.  He'd probably, after years of this intimate foreplay, have
finally introduced him to the raw, naked joys of gay sex, just as his Uncle
Pete had done with Tommy earlier today.  And, Ryan had to believe, just as
Pete was planning on doing with him, hopefully very soon.

Ryan smiled wickedly, as he realized how fucking amped Pete must be at the
prospect of turning Tommy and him while they were up here at the lake this
weekend, being able to show two such hot young studs what man-lovin' is all
about.  Pete must have been horny for years for his two cute nephews; and
now, his fantasies were being made flesh - very hot, smooth, muscular young
flesh.  And shit, he sure as fuck hadn't wasted any time with Tommy.  But
then Tommy hadn't been coy at all about how fucking eager he was to learn.
Ryan cursed himself for his own stupid confusion.  If only he'd have worked
out his guilt before, he wouldn't have pissed away the past twenty hours
with the hot dudes up here.

Oh well, there's still the rest of the weekend to salvage - maybe even
longer, he thought; cause what the hell do he and Tommy have to rush back
home to?  Shit, if things work out as hot as he's figuring, he'll see if
Tommy wants to stay longer.  Cause the vibe Ryan was getting was that all
four of them were going to have lots and lots of way hot sex up here for
the rest of their stay.

Ryan could feel his gayness build and rush over him like a huge wave.  He
wanted the experienced teaching Pete and Eric could provide him with, cause
he wanted to get real good at sex between dudes, so he could figure out
which guys back at school were gay, then start getting' it on with them.
Hell, he might even break in some hot young freshmen back at school this
fall.  Fuck, was he ever hard, thinking about how radically awesome his
life was going to be from now, spillin' seed like crazy with those hot,
horny jocks back home!  Come on, Pete!  Get your fuckin' ass in here!

His dick stiffened painfully as the scene on the screen blurred over,
giving way to the even hotter porn fantasy now running through Ryan's
brain, starring him and the three gorgeous dudes up here at the lake: his
uncle, especially, with his cut, brawny physique; Eric, that sensuous
pleasure-stud, with his sexy pierced cock; and his fine-ass little brother,
all lithe and lean and lickable, whom he'd fantasized about for the past
couple years.  Tommy and Eric seemed carved out of smooth, sensuous marble
- Eric's muscles far more developed than Tommy's, far beefier, a total
hunk; but Tommy with that lean, cut smoothness that Ryan could never get
enough of.  His dick strained as he thought of the sex with his brother
that he prayed would come soon up here, in this all-male passion paradise.
And Pete: Pete was different - raw and rugged, a total he-man, his body
wasn't smooth but rather seemed carved rough and rugged out of flint-hard
granite.  The sheer erotic force radiating out of that brute physique was
overwhelming.  Shit, Pete could get any guy hard, gay or straight, in about
a second.

Ryan felt his orgasm build as he thought of what he wanted to do with those
three gorgeous dudes.  He'd like to fuck Tommy first, while sucking off
that thick pierced tool of Eric's, then be fucked by his hot, ripped
stud-uncle.  Then he wanted to feel that awesome pierced cock of Eric's
plow into his cum-filled ass, while his brother sucked him off, and Pete's
fresh-fucked, cum-covered cock filled his own mouth.  Ryan loved it -
turning over in his mind all the wild scenes of boy-sex he'd never before
dared admit he craved so deeply.  Now that he could finally acknowledge his
true desires, Ryan wanted to indulge in them with a vengeance; he had a lot
of fucking lost time to make up for.

But then the fevered fantasies of a young boy's lust-addled brain
dissipated, chased away by the sad realization that he was alone in here
while the other three were romping outside.  He'd go down there, but his
shyness and nervousness, his utter inexperience, paralyzed him.  So, he
returned to jacking to the scene on his laptop, crestfallen that he was
forced to settle yet again for cybersex, but hard, nonetheless, from that
nagging desire for incestuous abandon champing away in him like a wild,
pent-up stallion.

Suddenly, Ryan heard a knock on his bedroom door.  Without waiting for an
answer, Pete stepped in.

His uncle was naked, hairy, hard-muscled, gorgeous.  He seemed to embody
male eroticism for Ryan.  His cock hung down - long, thick, and achingly
luscious.  As Pete moved a few steps into the room (quickly sizing up the
scene: horny young nephew embarrassed to be caught jacking off to gay
porn), Ryan gazed longingly on that huge, fleshy prick as it swayed and
dangled hypnotically.  Then Pete just stopped and stared.  Ryan could see
his uncle rake his leering eyes up and down his young, naked, trembling
frame, one huge hairy paw holding his thick meaty dick as if it were a
fire-hose.

"We all wondered where you'd gone off to, Ry," Pete said with a smooth
gruffness that just barely hid the lust coursing through him for his hot
young jock of a nephew.  "Things was just getting' innarestin' down there;
you shoulda stayed.  Always room for one more, y'know?  Specially one as
hot-lookin' as you, nephew."

Slowly, his hand began to jack suggestively on the huge sleeve of flesh
covering that massive, uncut horse-cock.  He'd teasingly expose that big,
wet, luscious-looking head juuuuussstt a bit, then cover it slowly back up
with that thick, tantalizing fold of flesh.  Ryan was riveted; the inside
of his mouth felt like it was made of sand.

Ryan couldn't move.  He could only stand there, feeling like his body might
shake apart any second, just drinking in the vision that was his uncle - it
was like seeing the video he was watching come magically to life, only
infinitely more erotic.  Pete was absolutely awesome; you couldn't, in your
wildest porn fantasies, dream up a more amazingly cut, perfectly
proportioned, beautifully furred stud.  Ryan's tongue began to salivate, as
he thought about how much he'd like to lick those bulging, ripped biceps up
and down.  And those abs - incredibly well-worked, and so deeply,
sensuously carved, the whole package deliciously covered with a swirling
patch of man-fur, coating those thick cut muscles like it was airbrushed
on; the lower abs forming a kind of V, tapering right at the base of that
full, thick cock.

He zeroed in on Pete's groin, at the enormous dick draping down so long and
full between his stud-uncle's muscular legs: he'd never seen a cock like
that before (and he'd logged a lot of time on the internet) - the way the
foreskin totally covered that huge, veiny, impossibly thick shaft, even
nippling a little below the tip.  And the head itself!  It was unbelievably
enormous - it looked like a lemon, covered sexily in smooth, meaty,
delicious-looking flesh.  But it was the sheer size of Pete's cock - it was
longer than any he'd ever seen, and thicker, too.  It was just so damn
beautiful, cascading down from between Pete's chiseled thighs, like a
gorgeous waterfall of male sensuality.

To Ryan, that impossibly huge, incredibly luscious cock seemed to epitomize
the extraordinary allure that male beauty had for him, the powerful control
it held over him.  It was absolutely majestic, regal; it commanded you to
lavish all the pleasure and worship you could on it, and Ryan knew he was
helpless to do anything but obey.  He could just imagine what that huge,
long, fleshy club looked like as it got harder, longer, til it finally
jutted straight up - an enormous sex pole that he couldn't wait to see, so
he could lick and hold and kiss and suck it, pressing it to his face,
greedily slobbering all over it, getting it all moist and slick, so then
that monstrous, enormous pleasure-rod could split his ass apart and fuck
pure pleasure into the very core of his being.  His once-dry mouth was now
awash with drool, and his ass tingled with a kind of frightened thrill.  He
knew what was going to happen, knew what his uncle was here - alone-for,
and, as nervous as he was, he was oh-so-ready for it.  He could feel his
own randy young jock-cock begin to thicken and rise again.  He was proud
that his stiffening dick was telegraphing to his uncle how excited he was
at the prospect of this, the initiation into gay sex he'd needed for so
long now.

His uncle just stood there, a stone god chiseled out of fur and muscles.
Ryan realized suddenly that this was his youthful Tarzan fantasy come to
glorious life.  The lord of the jungle, pleased by a young boy's smooth,
young, muscular beauty, has carried him off to his secret sanctuary, high
among the trees, where they can bring each other deep, primal, unbelievable
pleasure.  Just like he and Sean had, they would soon begin to wrestle and
grapple together on the floor, feeling each other's hard ripe bodies.  But
unlike the childhood game he played with his father, this would be real,
answering not a boy's innocent passion for play but a man's urgent need for
desire.  No loincloths to modestly disguise their hard passion, just hot,
undisguised flesh-on-flesh - raw, straining, all-male lust.

"Whatcha watchin'?" Pete asked, a trace of amusement in his voice at
catching his young nephew stroking his meat to gay clips.  "Oh, I know this
one . . . 'Raunchy Ranch-hands,' innit?  Eric & I rented that.  That's Cole
Steel and Rod Grant.  Fuck, they're hot."

Ryan just stared at his uncle, speechlessly.  His uncle was still jacking
that huge, thick, meaty cock.

"But you know, Ry, you might wanna turn that off, and then you and I, we
could, uh, sorta make our own porn.  Bet it'd be a damn-sight hotter fer
you than this."

Ryan was too overcome to answer.  He just stood and stared, dumfounded,
still drinking in the raw, sexual power of this real-life Tarzan, dripping
with primitive eroticism.  An ape-man who had no need for a loincloth - in
fact, his long thick cock, dangling huge and low, WAS his loincloth; the
sexiest one imaginable.  Fuck, did Pete ever look hot!

But wait, Ryan saw something glitter for a second.  DAMN!  Pete wasn't
quite naked. Hiding there, in that manly bush surrounding his dick, so
artfully covered by his sexy pubes that Ryan hadn't noticed it before, was
a cock ring!  Ryan's mouth watered as he saw the tight metal band scrunched
up around the base of that mammoth dick and balls.  How the fuck did Pete
ever get that small, tight thing over that huge cock and that big, bulging,
drooping set of balls?!  However he'd managed it, it supplied the ideal
grace-note to the rugged, masculine glory that was Pete's physique.  It
added perfectly to the awesome beauty of Pete's barbarian-like physique,
enhancing it.  It looked as if Tarzan had discovered an ancient treasure
chest, hidden deep in some cave, and after pawing through the jewels and
bangles, found this - some shiny, precious talisman-ring; a device used by
some primitive, sybaritic sex-cult - which the ape-man then proceeded to
slip on over his huge, massive jungle-lord cock, slyly realizing he could
use it as a sexy piece of primal ornamentation, to attract the awed,
worshipful gazes of horny young boys like himself and then heighten his own
bestial pleasure as he had his way with them.  And Ryan had read enough
about gay sex on the internet to know exactly what that ring was for - it
would make Pete's already huge cock even bigger, longer, harder.  He smiled
deliriously inside, realizing his first fuck would be the reaming of a
lifetime.  He could hardly wait.

In a husky, lust-quavering voice, he was barely able to give voice to his
thoughts.

"Damn, Pete, you got a cock-ring on.  Looks hot as fuck."

Pete chuckled, realizing Ryan was way into gay sex, despite his earlier
protestations to the contrary.  Figures, Pete thought, show me the hot
young stud who, down deep inside, isn't into it.

"Wondered if you knew what this was," the older stud smiled.  "Yep.
Thought I'd put it on for your first time, so's when I plow that sweet
virgin ass o' yours, you're really gonna know just how good a huge, hard,
hot hunk of man-cock feels when it gets all up in that tight little hole o'
yours."

"Fuck, man, can't wait," Ryan gasped, in more of a faint, heavy panting
than actual speech.

Pete swaggered over, his thick, stiffening cock swaying as he strode across
the room, lolling back and forth with tempting lusciousness as he walked,
rising a little more with each step he took, gripping Ryan's wide,
lust-fevered eyes like a magnet.

"First, lemme take a good look at this fine-ass young body of yours, son,"
Pete said in a soft, gruff, lust-coated voice as he drew up next to his
prize, the second hot, more-than-willing young virgin he would have his way
with today - and both of them his nephews!

He let his huge, hard hands play wantonly all over Ryan's smooth, muscular
young body, thrilling the boy.  A rush of proud pleasure coursed through
Ryan: to think he was worthy to be a sex-partner to this powerful
muscle-god!  It thrilled Ryan to think that he would soon become another
young colt in Pete's stable, another worshipful young boy-toy in the male
harem he was collecting up here, that band of hard-bodied, sex-addicted
acolytes who lived only to pleasure their incredibly endowed master.

"Very nice, very nice," Pete clucked as he played over Ryan's big arms,
beautifully worked chest, and hard little nipples.  Then his hands strode
down over Ryan's cut quads.

"Mmmmmmm, you take damn good care o' yerself, nephew."

Ryan was trembling too much in anticipation to answer.  Then it came, Pete
was working up and down his young, smooth, dangling cock.

"Sure glad yer daddy made certain you and yer brother stayed uncut.  Sean
had a big fight with my sister over that, y'know.  Damn, you got a fine
piece of meat, son.  Gonna be fun chowin' down on this sweet jock cock o'
yours."

Then those sexy hands caressed Ryan's butt - Pete's real goal.  He stroked
the smooth globes over and over, then let his finger slide into the crack,
to claim his true prize.

"Mmmmm, shaved smooth.  Just like a boy's s'posed to be.  Nice.  My tongue
is gonna feel so good lappin' up here, gettin' you slick, workin' you open
so you can take your first man-cock."

Pete pulled back and just smiled at his hot-looking young nephew.  He could
feel the nervousness radiate off the frightened virgin-boy, but that just
further inflamed his desire.  He knew that as terrified as Ryan was at the
thought of his first taste of man-sex, he was that much eager as well.  And
anyway, Pete knew just how to tame a skittery young mustang like Ryan and
get him used to being rode by a big, beefy cowpoke.  Soon the boy would be
taking dick like a champ, even a massive cock like his, reveling in the
heady throes of masculine passion, and then, once broken in, he'd have a
whole luscious world of male pleasure spread out gloriously before him, and
a whole lifetime in which to sample its unparalleled delights.  He almost
envied the frightened boy the thrill of this, his first time.

He eyed Ryan's young jock dick - ripe, full, plump, dangling - it hung like
a piece of luscious fruit, tempting, ready to be plucked and devoured.  Raw
lust pierced Pete sweetly in the groin, goading him.  But he wanted to
savor the moment just a bit longer.  Fuck, he'd been waiting for this for
years, ever since Ryan was maybe ten or eleven, and such a gorgeous,
athletic young boy, and Pete was a very horny, very hung, eighteen
year-old, with all sorts of nasty thoughts.  And now, finally!

Pete pulled back a little more from the wide-eyed boy, relishing in his
mind the sweet savage splendor to come from taking his nephew's cherry,
trying not to get too excited.  He watched the young jock's hungry, gaping
eyes drink in his body.  Pete realized he must be quite a sight for this
hot young stud, so anxious for his first taste of man-play: the sight of a
hard-packed muscle-bear, holding his beautifully furred, perfectly
proportioned body with such a sexually confident swagger; it must be an
especially jaw-dropping vision to a lust-addled, gay-curious teen, whose
closest brush with hard-core man-sex up til now has been his hand and his
laptop.  A stud like Pete must seem almost too real to a nervous,
dick-hardened, cum-hungry first-timer like Ryan.  Fuck, Pete thought, he
was going to give his hot young nephew everything the boy'd always
fantasized about - and then some.  Pete's dick was stiffening by the
second.

He could see Ryan's glazed eyes burning onto his long, thick,
precum-dripping, uncut monster.  He smiled to see his nephew lick his lips
unconsciously.  Shit, Pete thought, I got so much time to make up for with
these two fine nephews of mine.  Tommy's been amazing, going at it all
morning, and now it's time to pound that sweet, inexperienced, but
oh-so-tasty-looking ass of Ryan's all afternoon.  It was always so damn hot
showing young pups the ropes when they came sniffin' around, anxious as
hell for their first taste o' dick - but how much sweeter when the eager
young recruits are your own fine-ass young nephews!  Just too fuckin'
sweet!

Pete sidled back up to embrace the smooth young hunk, mashing his own wet
hardness against the boy's, and rubbed Ryan's ass sensuously.  Then he
pulled the youth close and gave him a very hot soul kiss.  It was a kiss
that told Ryan, simply, confidently: "It's going to be everything you've
dreamed it would be."

Then with one arm around Ryan's shoulder, he began tenderly but wantonly
jacking his half-startled, half-ecstatic nephew.  As he stroked, Pete
gentled him seductively, with sexy small talk.  The movie was still playing
on the screen of Ryan's laptop, so Pete purred warmly in Ryan's ear,
commenting about the studs on screen, bringing all his nephew's passion to
a head as he worked over that hard young cock, readying him for his first
taste of raw, unbridled man-play.

"Cole reminds me a littla Eric, no?  'Cept Eric's way hotter, waaayyy
better built, and - o' course - way better dick.  Not to mention those
hot-ass piercings my boy's got.  Shit, that ring feels so fuckin' hot
scrapin' away at yer love-nut; yer gonna love it, Ry.  And pull on his
nipple rings while he's fuckin' ya; gets 'im even hotter and harder!"

Ryan felt like he was in another world, having somehow been suddenly
transported to the paradise of sheer male desire he'd always fantasized
about, a world populated by all his male lust-icons; and they were all real
here, not just media images; and they all spent their days satisfying their
raw, male need in an infinite variety of sexy couplings.  And now Ryan was
one of them!  His head was spinning with desire; his dick was throbbing
with longing.

Time to cut to the chase, Pete thought.  He shifted around behind his
nephew and let his huge, rough hands play all over that prime beef - one
roamed the boy's smooth cut torso, the other continued to jack that thick
young prick.  Meanwhile, his now steel-hard cock was wedged up tight and
insistent in the crack of that ripe, young jock-ass.

Ryan felt a kind of thick warmth flood his body.  His heart was racing, not
in fear now, but ecstasy.  His muscles felt at once hard and firm yet
trembling, like jelly.  His dick, he knew, had never been harder.  This
experience - having a gorgeous muscle-hunk work over his chest and cock,
and feeling that huge hot hardness battering against his hungry ass - was
the most awesome thing Ryan had ever experienced.  He wanted to run outside
and scream his delight until he was hoarse.

He heard Pete behind him, grunting now in a low, hot, steamy breath, as
those large, strong, construction-calloused hands played all over his
smooth, tingly, muscle-jock body.  The most delicious sensation, though,
was this: his uncle's rock-hard thighs, so sexily coated with that manly
body-hair of his, working and shifting and pumping and pressing against his
backside, working that long, thick, wet man-cock of his into the smooth
crack of his more than willing young ass, dry-humping him roughly, while
those huge low-hanging nuts, in their big floppy sac, jostled and mashed
against his own sleek thighs.  Ryan wanted what he knew was coming like he
had never wanted anything in his life.  He'd scream if he were denied the
pleasure his body was just about shaking apart for.

Pete figured this was a nice appetizer - letting his hard, older, bear-cub
body play over his nephew's smooth, ripe muscles, while he jacked that very
nice-sized young prick.  He'd let Ryan cum, just to burn off any last
nerves, then he'd throw the boy down on the bed and get serious.  So he
pressed his hard, fur-matted muscle-frame against that nicely defined back,
letting his hands roam ever more feverishly up and down the desire-drunk
boy, pawing and grabbing at arms, pecs, abs, cock, and balls, all the while
his thick, wet, throbbing tool was providing a taste of things to come.  He
tweaked and twisted and pulled at the boy's nipples, kissing hot and hard
and moist in his ear, while he jacked that stiff young prick and tickled
the boy's full, ripe, velvety-smooth ballsac.  Ryan, overcome with pure
bodily pleasure, was reduced to teary, whimpering, quiet gasps, feeling the
load of a lifetime build in his nuts: this was the kind of wild, balls-out
sex with a hot muscle-stud he'd fantasized about forever but thought he'd
never experience.  Every sexual nerve in his body was firing off the
charts.

Pete's hand played over the boy's cut washboard, and he could feel the
muscles in those abs begin to tense rhythmically in time with the boy's
sharp, almost pained panting.  Any minute now, Pete figured . . . .

And then, as his load burst out of his cock, Ryan screamed with furious
force, yelling "AW FUCK!!" over and over, so loud Pete bet they heard him
in the next bay.  Hot damn, Pete smiled to himself, and continued to milk
the boy's still-spurting cock, watching over Ryan's smooth, muscular
shoulder as thick, gushing ropes of white-hot cream landed on Ryan's
beautifully worked chest, abs, and thighs, joining the others already
plastered there.

After Ryan's cum stopped squirting out in those long, thick volleys, more
thick spunk oozed out of his cock-head, pooling over the tip, then seeping
down the shaft, beautifully glazing Pete's still-gripping fingers.  Pete
released Ryan's spent prick and began scooping huge handfuls of thick,
creamy cum off the boy's torso, feeding them to Ryan, who greedily licked
and slobbered each new batch off Pete's fingers.  There was tons of cum;
Pete didn't know a college-boy could shoot so much.  When they were
finished, Pete turned Ryan's head back towards his and kissed the boy's
cum-covered lips, a rough hungry kiss, smoldering with still-burning
masculine desire, lips and tongues mashing together with abandon, breath
coming in passionate moans.

With this initial rush of Ryan's desire sated, Pete looked lovingly at his
gorgeous young nephew, now with a huge load of thick, creamy-white cum
beautifully painting his lips and nose and chin, and a radiant smile on his
face.  Memory suddenly clicked in Pete's mind, and he flashed back to a
scene from the past: he saw the handsome, charmingly goofy little boy he
remembered, clowning and jubilantly happy at his eighth birthday party,
ready to dig into a huge piece of birthday cake, a slab rich with loads of
butter-cream frosting.  Rather than eat it off his plate with a fork, the
excited child brought the plate up to his face and started chomping away,
to everyone's laughter.  When little Ryan had finally come up for air,
there was frosting smeared all over his mouth and nose and chin and cheeks.
Pete would never forget that image.  He smiled now as the two faces, past
and present, merged.  It's the same boy, Pete saw, only a little older,
with the same rapacious appetite.  Happy birthday, son, Pete wanted to say,
to mark this new landmark in his life, his sexual coming of age.  But all
he did was pull the boy close to him again and, after kissing the boy
tenderly, swirl his sexy tongue all over that gorgeous face, lapping up the
tangy jock-cum, swallowing some himself and tonguing some into Ryan's
grateful mouth.

Next Pete came around the front of the lust-dazzled boy, knelt down, and
cleaned he boy's cock off, giving it a tongue bath that was a kind of
benediction to celebrate the boy's arrival into this heady realm of
all-masculine desire.  As he cleaned and lapped his nephew's uncut beauty,
the horny young stud quickly grew hard again, and soon the tongue bath was
turning into full-bore oral sex.

Pete went at it with gusto, the deliciously taboo sensation of having
nephew's long, thick, uncut smoothness in his mouth was intoxicating.  His
head bobbed up and down ravenously, easily deep-throating the cum-drunk
boy.  When Ryan's young prick was fully erect, Pete's skillful tongue
teased and tickled the frenum while he juggled the boy-plums in that
smooth, dangling nutsac, then began fingering the boy's still-virgin
pucker, all of which drove Ryan wild.

Ryan, still only half-conscious, let his hands play over the sexy,
buzzed-close head of this amazing uncle of his.  Luxuriating in the delight
of Pete's strong, manly mouth and tongue on his cock, as well as those
huge, rough fingers tickling and teasing his most sensitive pleasure-spots,
Ryan murmured, low and gently this time, another string of 'Aw fuck's, a
kind of hosanna of praise, not only to Pete, but to the awesome joys of
male sex.

Pete licked and gobbled, sucked and swirled, feeling Ryan's college-boy
prick get harder and twitchier.  But his own big cock, which was now
bobbing thick and full between his legs, was beginning to throb signals
through his groin that it would soon need attention.  So he decided to
bring Ryan to another quick climax, so that the satisfied boy could attend
to his uncle's deep needs.

He pulled his mouth off that smooth, gorgeous, jutting prick, his lips
trailing a thick rope of saliva and precum, and he proceeded to jack that
teen stiffness with one huge paw, while his other kept tickling the boy's
balls and hole.  Sure enough, Ryan's breath began to get louder, more
rhythmic.  Soon quick, breathless pants gave way to tensed muscles, sharp
cries, and more long, thick, ropey strings of cum.  Pete caught some on his
tongue and let the rest coat the fur on his chest and abs.

The older stud left his nephew to catch his breath while he spread out on
the large, pillow- and comforter-strewn double bed in the room, nestling
his body in among the soft sheets and satins, awaiting the youth to come
and service him.

When consciousness and vision returned to the still only half-believing
boy, he looked over to see his hot, hairy, achingly-cut uncle, sprawled on
his back, his gorgeous, bronzed, furred musculature causing a catch in his
throat it was so hot-looking, and that long, thick cock snaking up across
his abs.  Fuck, Pete had some serious dick there!  He watched, almost
overcome, as Pete proceeded to grab that huge handful of cock and began
stroking it temptingly - as if Ryan needed any more temptation - pulling
the thick, fleshy foreskin up and down over that enormous shaft.

"Suck my dick, Ryan," Pete said hoarsely - wasting no time getting right to
it.  "I want to feel those hot, pouty lips of yours slurping all up and
down this big-ass cock o' mine."

Ryan just gazed at his muscle-hunk uncle, lolling back on the bed, sexy as
fuck, with that impossibly long, thick cock seeming to sprawl halfway up
his stomach.  He was like some phallic god that made Ryan cower in awed
adoration.

Ryan wasn't even aware that he'd told his body to move, but the next thing
he knew he was kneeling over Pete, that thick slab of meat inches from his
nose.  He licked his lips, an involuntary reaction, and took that huge,
semi-hard pole in his hands, tracing it up and down gently, in awed
splendor to be holding something this incredibly amazing.  He worked the
foreskin up and down slowly, in a kind of stupor.  Ryan was uncut, so he
knew the sensation of playing a foreskin sexily over and thick shaft, but
Pete's cock-sleeve was amazing; it was so thick and full and dense, it made
Ryan's seem like a thin piece of nylon.  God, Ryan thought, Pete is such a
fucking stud.

Then, still gently jacking, trying to get used to how long and thick it
was, he let his other hand play over that enormous man-sac.  Pete had a
big, bulky, very droopy scrotum, containing a set of balls about as big as
a child's fist.  Ryan felt his own cock get hard again, a kind of contact
high, maybe, or just the erotic effect of being in the presence of such raw
masculinity.

He let a finger trail up and down the enormous shaft, smiling when he heard
the satisfied moans come from his uncle.  He traced along the huge veins
standing out in sexy relief along the top and bottom of his shaft.  He
pulled the skin back and tickled the piss-slit, which was also enormous.
It seemed to Ryan he could probably get a finger in there.  Damn, he
thought, Eric has the sexiest goddamn lover in the world - my uncle is
absolutely the hottest fucking stud I have ever seen.  To think all this
raw beauty is right here in front of me - mine for the taking.  Ryan's
mouth began to water, and he bent down, drawn irresistibly to that
succulent feast of flesh spread out before him.

He knew he wouldn't be able to get much, if any, of Pete's enormous shaft
down his throat, so he started by licking.  He tongued up and down the
shaft, then the balls, then the cock-tip.  He kept that up - and the places
where his tongue wasn't licking, his fingers would stroke and tease.  He
got bolder and bolder, testing out how much of Pete's huge fuck-stick he
could take in.  He sucked and swirled on the head a while, tonguing in the
piss-slit and down in around where the foreskin hugged the head.  He pulled
back the foreskin and teased the frenum, as Pete had done to him.  A grunty
moan bellowed out of Pete, who brought his big hands over to play and rub
on Ryan's freshly buzzed head while the boy taught himself cocksucking.

Ryan tried going down farther, excited when he got past the head and
actually had his lips an inch or so down the shaft, but then the gagging
started, and he had to raise up.  OK, cool, he thought, I know my
limitations, and I'll just work within them.  So he breathed in deep
through his nose, and got to work, licking and lapping and sucking and
tonguing with fevered relish.

Soon, when he swirled and licked the head, the boy began to taste the
sweet-salty tang of precum.  Mmmmm, delicious, he thought, and attacked
Pete's cock with even greater relish.  And now, every time he pulled his
head of that huge, glistening rod - either to take a breath or to
spit-shine some other part of his massive organ - thick strands of clear
rope would trail off on his lips.  It was so damn hot for Ryan, another of
the many incredible sensory rushes he was experiencing for the first time.
Shit, he thought, this sex just keeps getting better and better.

Pete grabbed his hard thickness and beat it playfully against the boy's
tongue and lips, teasing Ryan's cock-starved mouth.  The boy's sloppy,
inexperienced enthusiasm was a total turn-on for Pete.  Ryan attacked his
long, thick shaft like an excited puppy, sniffing and slobbering all up and
down, not knowing what to go for first, trying - impossibly - to get both
huge balls in his mouth, then going for the head and shaft, only to have
it, too, slip out.

Pete loved it, feeling that giddy first-time excitement crackle through his
ecstatic young nephew.  The sheer, transplendent joy on the boy's face
warmed Pete, adding to the wondrous pleasure involved in being able to
guide the youth he'd watched grow up from a baby in this key
rite-of-passage for a boy.

Pete watched that dreamy expression on Ryan's face as he attacked his cock
with such rah-rah, college-boy gusto, and he was reminded, again, of
birthday parties in the past for young Ryan - this time, the joy on his
pre-teen face when he opened up the present his uncle gave him, the video
game he really, really wanted; it was that same boyish delight now, Pete
thought - but as he felt the delicious sensation of the young man's tongue
and mouth lavishing all his pent-up desire on his huge, thick hardness, he
realized this was a whole new kind of game, real not virtual, with a whole
'nother kind of joy-stick.

Ryan began to groan and snort and hum in pleasure.  He loved cocksucking,
having that hard wet flesh in your mouth, knowing the pleasure you were
bringing it (and it was bringing you).  As he licked and lapped, giving
that huge rod the sort of tongue-washing of a stud's huge pole he'd always
fantasized about, he let his hands explore the rest of Pete's awesome body.
He played over that deeply-grooved set of abs, those solid, sculpted
thighs, and then reached around to rub Pete's hard muscular ass.  The
feeling of his Adonis-uncle's musculature was hot enough, but what
delighted Ryan further was letting his hands wander over that sexy coating
of hair everywhere.  Pete was definitely his new Tarzan ideal, Ryan
thought, the true ape-man, with just the right amount of fur.

"That's nice, boy," Pete purred, "you're doing just fine for your first
time.  Getting' me all hard and wet so I can feed that huge cock to your
hungry boy-hole.  You want that, I bet, right?"

Ryan lifted his saliva-slobbered mouth off that dream-cock he damn sure DID
want up his hot, itchy ass.  "Damn straight, uncle!" he gasped.  "I want to
feel this awesome dick fucking the shit out of me!  Fuck, Pete, I finger my
hole almost every time I jack off, wondering what a big stud-cock would
feel like up there, pleasuring my ass.  And you've got about the biggest,
most beautiful stud-cock a dude could have!"

Pete rubbed the boy's head again, "Mmmm, I don't think you'll be
disappointed, son.  Bet you'll love it as much as Tommy did."

"Aw that's so fuckin' hot, Pete, you teachin' Tommy and me all about
man-sex while we're up here with you 'n' Eric.  This is so fuckin' awesome,
man.  Now I can go back to school and really cut loose with some of the hot
horny dudes I know."

Pete just smiled, "Glad to be of service, son.  Now, I'm gonna flip around,
so you can keep suckin' me while I work on that tight little hole o' yours.
Cause I'm feelin' anxious as hell to throw you your first fuck."

Too fuckin' awesome, Ryan thought; he was gonna 69 with his fine-ass uncle!
Ryan felt as excited as he had years ago, when Pete would come over and
play football all afternoon with him and his brother.  Same awesome uncle,
he thought, just a cool new sport.

Soon the cottage bedroom was filled with the sound of lips smacking
hungrily, as Ryan continued to slurp and suck and slobber, while Pete
proceeded to give his nephew's smooth jock-ass a serious rimming.

Pete gave so many hot, young boys their first taste of gay sex in the
course of a year, and he never tired of working a hole open on a hot young
stud.  It was one of his favorite parts to foreplay.  Especially a tight
virgin pucker like Ryan's.  Before he dove in, he rubbed and stroked that
perfect young ass - so perfectly smooth and muscular, with that impossibly
tight little pucker right in the center.  Just wait, Pete thought, til his
huge horse-cock worked its way up that virgin hole, Ryan will be in fucking
heaven.  To think - he and Eric had these two tight little asses, Ryan's
and Tommy's, to play with all they wanted for a few days!  Ooh la la!

Pete was in no hurry now with his nephew - that huge cock-ringed fuck-stick
of his could stay hard forever - so he could take his time, teasing and
poking and prying and tonguing, painting the ass-walls delicately with the
natural lubes, saliva and precum, so abundantly available.  It was a real
turn-on to watch his nephew writhe and shiver in primal pleasure at having
his hole, that most sensitive part of the male anatomy, stimulated for what
was doubtless the first time - because, the older stud knew, a male's deep
need for raw, nasty anal-play was something girls were either ignorant of
or loathe to do.  Ryan's ass was a joy to pleasure: as beautifully muscular
as it was, with that round, youthful firmness, it was also pliant and
supple.  Pete worked it, stretched it, patted it, kneaded it, and slapped
it - like a mater baker getting the dough just right.  Then he moved in
with his mouth, sending Ryan to another plateau of pleasure; so now he was
tonguing, teasing, licking, panting, kissing, and tonguing again - all in a
slow, excruciating build.  He smiled to hear Ryan crying out over and over
for Pete's cock, for a hard, raw fucking, desperately craving his uncle's
massive tool to quench the fire Pete was stoking and fanning down deep in
the boy's loins.

Both studs went at it with a passion.  Ryan never thought he'd be having
sex with someone as into it as this.  Never thought he himself would be
into sex as much as this.  Previously it had just been a nervous, sloppy
need that both he and whichever girl he was dating at the time seemed
frankly glad to have end as soon as possible.  He'd never had sex with a
girl who showed any real longing for the steamy, wet, hard-core side of
sex, which became a real turn-off for Ryan, so consequently he wasn't that
into it.  But this?  What he and his uncle were doing?  This was sex on a
whole other spectacular scale of passion.  This was something that seemed
to go way down into every cell of his body and then out to the edges of his
cosmos.  This was sex on the opposite extreme of what he was used to: this
was sex he wanted never to end.

He paused for a minute, just to feel the indescribable joys of his first
rim job, as well as let his gaze luxuriate on the awesome tool in front of
him: jutting straight up, proudly defiantly; thick, enormous, with those
huge, lickable veins running up and down it; gleaming ferociously from the
sheen of saliva and precum; it seemed to Ryan to pulsate with a primal,
hypnotic power, like some primitive warrior tribe's phallic idol.  He
traced the cock ring through the manly fur at the base of that huge shaft.
There wasn't one part of gay sex he didn't love, Ryan realized, and there
was so damn much more he wanted to try.  He dove back down on that hard,
gorgeous meat, lapping and licking and sucking with the breathless, excited
fervor of youth.

Ryan savored each wonderful new sensation.  The feel of his uncle's thin
beard, covering that strong jaw, scratching against his ass as he licked
and tongued his virgin hole.  Or the exquisite delight as Pete's fingers -
two from each hand, then three - dug and pried open his tight pucker.  Pete
gobbed a huge load of lust-thick saliva right on the hole and used his
fingers to work the natural lube in.  For Ryan, the huge glob of thick spit
was like holy water, christening his hole for its new life, a life he knew
would involve taking hot hard man-meat up there as often as possible.

Soon, Ryan could suck cock no longer; the pleasure he was getting from
Pete's rim job was too overwhelming.  He knew his ass was sensitive, given
how often he'd played with it when he beat off, but this was a whole new
level of mind-fucking wonderfulness.  His head felt like it would explode,
the sensations were so amazing.  He just writhed and worked his hole over
Pete's fevered tongue and fingers.

Son, he could take it no longer, he was screaming to be fucked.

"Aw fuck, Pete!  Gimme that goddamn beautiful cock o' yours before I
fuckin' faint!  Shit, man, fuck my ass, it's like on fuckin' fire!  Fuck
me, uncle!  Fuck me hard as fuck!"

Pete smiled.  It was always the same way with a young buck's first time.
You teased their ass until the fire started in there, and then they begged
for the only relief there was for that hot, maddening flame scorching the
walls of their hole - a hard, thick length of hose to put that fire out.
Well, Pete had quite a hose, and it was aching to slide into this sweet
virgin hole.

He flipped Ryan on his back, then knelt over him, seeing the pure, fevered
lust in the young jock's eyes, desperate now for a fix to satisfy the
hard-core addiction to cock he'd developed.  Pete reached into the night
table and pulled out a tube of lube, getting his cock as slick as he could.
Ryan was just moaning in fevered need, tossing and turning.

"OK, son.  I ain't gonna lie to you.  It might hurt for just a spell, then
it's gonna feel pretty fuckin' amazing.  I'll go slow workin' my meat into
you.  Lemme know how much you can handle.  Damn," he said, with a slap on
Ryan's smooth butt, "you've got a real sexy ass, boy."

He nuzzled close to his nephew and threw a leg over each shoulder.

"Hurry, Pete.  Make me a man, uncle!  Shit, I need a hard cock so fucking
bad!"

"Got one for ya, kid.  Here it comes."

And Pete slowly worked the big head into his nephew's hole, stretched as
wide as he could get it, he could see Ryan wince a bit, so he paused.  He
took this time to play with Ryan's hard cock and stroke the insides of his
thighs, hoping this stimulation would take the focus away from his hole
being stretched.  Then he plunged in a bit more.

"Aw fuck, Pete!" Ryan grunted, and Pete thought the boy was in pain, but
then Ryan added, "More, man! Lemme feel that hard, thick cock o' yours!"

"Damn," Pete grunted, "you fuckin' got it, stud."

And he slowly oozed in an inch or so more.  Fuck was it hot!  Seeing his
beautiful young jock-stud nephew taking his huge dick up that tight little
hole.  It was sexy as shit, and felt fucking incredible.

He worked in more, as Ryan let out with a string of breathless, harsh,
inarticulate gasps.

Ryan's mind had sort of shut down on him.  All he could feel was a
sensation unlike any other.  He didn't know whether he was going to faint
or die or have the biggest orgasm of his life.  That huge thick cock
flooding into him - it was unbelievable.  It felt like he was taking a tree
trunk up his ass.  But over-riding any sort of discomfort were enormous
whooshing waves of exquisite pleasure.  He'd always loved riding his bike,
the feel of his ass wriggling on his seat.  Now he realized - his ass has
always been wanting a huge, hard cock to pleasure itself on for soooooo
long.  And here it is!  The hugest, hardest one imaginable!

"AW SHIT YEAH!" Ryan cried, in a kind of sexual triumph. "Fuck me, Pete!
Fuck me hard, man!  Pump it, Pete!  Pump it to the fuckin' hilt!  I want
every fucking inch of that amazing dick of yours!"

Pete couldn't believe it, the boy was a natural bottom.  Too fucking sweet.
So his powerful thighs slowly pushed the rest of his huge pole in, much to
Ryan's delight.  And when Ryan could feel his uncle's bush tickling the
bottom of his ballsac, and his uncle's big set of bull-balls tickling his
thighs, he let out a young whoop!

"Ride me, cowboy!  Throw me your best fuck, Pete!"

Pete held the boy's legs and began a nice steady long-dicking, slowly in
and out, letting Ryan get fully used to a man-cock in his chute.  He was
amazed to see how fast Ryan took to it; soon it was Ryan who was fucking
him!  The boy was wriggling and writhing his hot little ass all over Pete's
big fuck-stick.

"Damn, Ryan, you sure as hell like dick, son."

"Aw fuck, Pete, I sure as fuck like your dick.  Feels awesome, uncle!"

After a few more minutes, Pete pulled out.  Ryan gave a quick, frightened
moan, the junkie was afraid his supply was being cut off.

"Don't worry, you little cock-slut, just changin' positions," Pete said
gruffly, as anxious to get back in that ass as Ryan was to have him there.
He flipped around in back of the boy.

Ryan lay on his side, his young jock-ass wriggling and squirming
impatiently, eager to get that amazing dick back in his hole.  He could
feel the heat and force of his uncle's desire radiating against his smooth
young musculature.  Pete raised one of the young jock's legs, sighed at the
succulent beauty of that shaved-smooth college-jock ass, and, holding the
boy's leg up, began to slide his thick, leaking stud-cock back into the
boy's tender young pucker.

They went at it like that for a while, Ryan gasping deliriously all the
time.

Then Pete stood him up and fucked him from behind.  Ryan was writhing his
body all over Pete's hard-muscled chest, as his whorish ass pleasured
itself ecstatically on his uncle's huge, hard fuck-club.  As the boy's ass
used Pete's rock-hard prick to luxuriate in its first sensations of dick,
Pete reached around and muscle-worshipped the young stud, letting his hands
sensuously explore every ripe, hard curve, making sure to jack his
straining cock every so often.  Ryan had no idea sex could be so immersive,
so intensely athletic - this was like love-making combined with a workout,
every muscle in his body felt pumped and keyed up.

As Pete's knowing hands explored and massaged his pecs, abs, shoulders,
thighs, balls and cock, Ryan groaned deliriously as he drove his ass to
squirm and wriggle and pump on that long, wondrous dick.  Another scene
from the animated Tarzan film suddenly popped into Ryan's head - the scene
where Tarzan is sliding down tree limbs in the jungle.  That's exactly what
this felt like, the boy thought, like he was sliding his muscular little
ass down a huge slick tree limb.  It was incredible!  Pet's cock seemed to
hit every nerve ending in his ass, each one of which seemed wired to a
different pleasure-center in his brain.  The boy's head felt like it was on
fire with ecstasy.

Pete bent the boy over on the bed, hitting him from behind.  He began
pounding Ryan's ass harder and harder, hitting him deeper and deeper.  He
was driven on by the deep, low, guttural pleasure-moans coming from his
nephew; they sounded like they were being ripped out of the center of the
boy's soul.

Ryan felt his own long, dangling, semi-hard shaft jostle and flop as his
uncle rammed and rammed his ass from behind.  He knew those big, jostling
balls were whipping up another load of cream.  This was an ecstatic,
full-body exhilaration unlike any he had ever felt before.  This was what
he'd always thought the sensations of sex should feel like - physically
raw, all-consuming, mind-numbing.  He realized his hot stud of an uncle was
teaching him chapter and verse from the bible of masculine desire; if he
weren't enjoying his first fuck so deliriously, he'd fall on his knees and
give thanks and praise.

Pete decided to pace himself, changing the rhythm from those, short,
furious piston-pumps - the result of his savage pleasure at having his
fine-ass nephew at last - to ease back into some slow, luscious, sensuous
long-dicking.  He heard the soft, tender coo's from his nephew as he took
his excruciatingly sweet time and teasingly pulled his long, thick shaft
allllmmmmooooosssstt out, then, in the same maddeningly erotic pace, let
that huge piece of meat ooze all the way back into Ryan's hungry, wriggling
butt.  In and out, in and out - that long thick pole driving Ryan into an
ass-maddening frenzy.  The boy kept squirming this way and that as Pete's
long fuck-stick rode him, using the slow tempo as a chance to sensuously
pleasure every single nerve-cell in his hole, and then make sure his
love-nut was hit just right.

On every stroke in, as he jammed his cock up to the base, Pete smiled to
feel his nephew's ass rub and nuzzle itself against his hard, hairy thighs
and huge, over-ripe ballsac.  Pete knew Ryan was in a pleasure-zone he
hadn't even suspected existed.  He figured if he pulled his big cock all
the way out now, Ryan would break into frightened tears.  It's happened,
Pete smiled to himself, Ryan's got his first, luscious taste of dick, and
now there's no going back.  He was happy to think he'd been the one to show
Ryan how to truly satisfy a man's desires.

But Pete wanted badly to nut, so he reached around and began a hard,
insistent jacking of the boy's cock, which took Ryan to a new level of
ecstasy.  He jacked the boy in rhythm to his fucking, which he'd speeded
up.  Wham, wham, wham - he used Ryan's body with abandon.  As he slammed in
over and over, he kept jacking that hard young jock-cock of his nephew's
with one hand, and let his other roam over his abs and balls.  Soon Ryan
was panting, getting ready to shoot again.  A second or so later he came,
and the force of his orgasm squeezed tightly and rhythmically on Pete's
huge shaft.  That was just the feeling he was after, and in a few more
seconds, Pete felt his own orgasm build.  He pulled out and spurted all
over the boy's smooth muscular back.

Then, the two exhausted studs collapsed together on the bed.

"Oh Pete, that was so fuckin' fine," Ryan purred, when he'd caught his
breath.  "Fuck, man, I'd love to go again, if you want.  I'd love to feel
that huge hard cock in me some more."

"Damn, I've created a monster," Pete laughed. "But listen, you sexy little
bottom-slut, you're gonna have to give this cowboy a chance to get his
second wind before I can saddle up for another go-round."

Suddenly Ryan felt soft, sexy hands gently stroking his ass.  They couldn't
have been Pete's hands, cause his uncle hadn't moved from where he was
lying next to him.  He turned back, grinned, and laughed when he heard,
"'S'up, bro?  Hey, while you're waiting for that old timer there to get his
limp little dick hard again, how about you let a hot young dude's
steel-hard shaft show that tasty-looking college-jock ass of yours what
fucking's all about?"