Date: Wed, 03 Oct 2001 09:49:44 -0400
From: Lee <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mark - Part #1

NOTE: This a gay fantasy depicting homosexual acts involving gay men.  If
you are not of legal age to be reading this material or you do not approve,
please exit. Thank you for your consideration.

Chapter #1 -- Discovery

Hi, my name is Lee and I am a healthy, well built, 44 yr old gay male.  I
live alone in a mid-sized city on the east coast.  I have two older brothers
that live in the mid-section of the country.  I am gay if you have not
figured that out.

With a certain amount of modesty,  I must admit that we all three are
pretty good looking men.  Both of my older brothers are married with
children.  My oldest brother has a girl and a boy.  The boy, Mark, is my
only nephew and from the day he was born, I loved him like my own son.
Over the years as Mark was growing, I managed to do my share of
spoiling him.

When ever I visited, Mark would be the first to hit me like a ton of bricks
in a rib cracking bear hug and a wet smack on the cheek.   Mark was
growing into an eye catching  young man.  Even from 8 to 11 or so, you
could see he was going to become a real heartbreaker.  Mark had a thick
and unruly shock of  dark brown hair, hazel eyes that had a glint of a
pixie in them.

In his younger years, Mark would sit in my lap and lay his head on my
breast.  Before he learned what a mans jewels were, he would manage to
drive  his knee into my groin when he leaped up to sit on my lap.  A groan
from me would bring a rebuke from his father that he was getting a little
old to be sitting in his uncle's lap.  Mark stayed anyway because he knew
I was not going to make him get down.   As he got older though, he would
snuggle alongside me with my arm over his shoulders.  There was not
much I would not do for this boy and he probably knew it.

When Mark was 12 yrs old, my company sent me to Saudi Arabia to work
as a liaison with the Saudi Arabian government.  By training, I was a
computer programmer and they were still in the learning stages of their
program development.  What was supposed to be only a year, wound up
being  4 years and I almost went native.  If you have ever been in the
Middle East, you know what I mean.  When I received the notice that the
company needed me back in Delaware, I almost danced a jig.

So as not to bore you, I will skip what should be obvious,  homosexuals
are not looked on with favor by believers of Islam. For 4 years I had very
little contact with another man and had a lot stored up that needed to get
out.  The company gave me 3 weeks vacation before reporting to my new
assignment and when my plane arrived in Philadelphia, I spent 3 days
catching up by visiting  a friend  and cruising various hot spots and bars.

I had promised my family that I would be home and after an orgy in
Philly,  I made arrangements to fly on home for a few days.  While I was
overseas, the usual letters with pictures were exchanged and those of
Mark showed that he was really growing up and was a pretty good
looking young man.  I was not prepared for what I met.

When I arrived at the terminal and was walking down the concourse to
where my brother had said he would meet me, I saw this gorgeous, hunky
6" kid walking  stride for stride with my brother.   When we reached each
other my brother and I shook hands and patted each other on the back
with the usual "hi, how are you, looking good man." We are a hugging
family.

After that,  I turned and said "Mark is that you?"  With a dazzling smile,
he said "yeah Uncle Lee" and he wrapped his well muscled arms around
my chest in a rib cracking hug and a kiss on my cheek.  Gasping for
breath, I said "yeah its you, god you have grown".

My brother said "yeah, he sure has developed into good looking young
stud hasn't he?"  I nodded my agreement thinking "he must have gotten
an overdose of family genes to look this  good."

It was hard to keep from staring at Mark as we walked to gather up my
luggage.  Mark walked with a cat like grace, the muscles rippling under
the tight muscle shirt he was wearing.  He did not walk from heel to toe
but rather up on the balls of his feet as if ready to spring.  His waist was
narrow and his jeans encased beautifully rounded cheeks.  Yeah, Mark
had really developed.

Chapter #2:

Collecting my luggage, Mark picked up one bag with little effort while my
brother carried the other.  We walked to the parking lot for the car.

It is about an hour's drive to my brother's home and he and I, mostly him,
were trying to cover 4 years in that hour.  Mark was sitting in the back
seat not trying to get into the conversation, he knew his dad would say it
all and no need for him to try.

During a lull, I turned and asked Mark "what are you now Mark, a
sophomore?"  He was sitting there with his legs apart and his hands
resting in his crotch covering an obviously nice package.  My eyes ran up
his torso and I could see the well defined pectoral muscles with their
little tits pushing against the fabric.  As I was looking, he did an intake
of
air and that only accentuated his development and a very hard flat
stomach.

Looking me in the eye, he said "no Uncle Lee, I am a junior now."  His
gaze  held mine and  his lips parted showing his perfect white teeth in an
impish grin with full red lips.  Very kissable I thought.

I quickly shifted my gaze and asked him what he was doing in school?
Leaning forward on the back of the seat, he told me he was doing pretty
good in school and that got a grunt out of his dad, "yeah, if he can keep
the girls off of him."  Mark just smiled.  And I asked "what else you do in
school?"

Going on, Mark said "well after  you left, I started using dad's weights to
build myself up for football and soccer.  The wrestling coach wanted me
to try out for the team but I was not too keen on that at first."  My
brother broke in.

"Yeah, surprised me when he said he wanted to build himself up so I
started to work out with him." Looking at me, John said "looks like you
have been doing a little weight lifting yourself."   If I hadn't mentioned
it,
John is my brother.

Twisting sideways in the seat, I placed my hand and arm across Mark's
arm and neck, his chin was resting on the back of the seat cupped in his
hands.   "Well, I said, over in those Islamic countries there is not much
night life and so I picked it back up to keep in shape."  Mark said "you
look pretty good from what I see Uncle Lee."  John grunted "yeah, pretty
good, we will have to have a lift off."

Looking at Mark, I said "John, you don't get me into that again, you
always beat me out."  As John started to reply, Mark broke in "think you
could beat me Uncle Lee?" He had a challenging grin on  his face  and I
heard John say "that might be interesting Lee, he has really put on
muscle."  I could see that for myself.  Still looking at Mark, I said "we
would see but first I just wanted to relax for a bit before getting into
anything strenuous." Mark leaned back and my hand ran over his bicep
and I could feel the solid strength lurking there and in his forearm. Mark
just grinned as he felt my light squeeze,  his eyes flashing with little
flecks
of gold glinting at me.

We arrived at the house and Sharon come running out wrapping her
arms around my  neck with a "Lee, Lee it is so good to see you again after
all these years."  I kissed her and then saw a beautiful young lady walking
out the door, my niece Loretta.  I turned and she followed her mother's
lead. Standing back I said "Damn Rett, if I was about 15 years younger I
could go for you."  She blushed as she corrected me "please Uncle Lee
call me Loretta not Rett."  Sharon cocked her head at me and I said
"okay Rett, Loretta it is." We all laughed as she wrapped her arms
around my neck again.

We opened the trunk to get my bags and Mark took them as his dad said "
Lee, you will have to share Mark's room, your old room is where all the
weights and exercise machines are."  I answered "no problem if okay with
Mark."  Mark nodded his assent as he headed for the door.

As we walked into the house, I asked if it would be okay if I cleaned up a
little from the trip and I followed Mark to his room.

Mark's room had always been fairly large with its own bath.  It was
supposed to have been the original master bedroom but Sharon and John
had enclosed an old outside porch and enlarged it with its own larger
bath and windows looking out over the backyard with its pool.  They had
included a doorway so they could walk out onto the deck and to the hot
tub without going through the main house.

Following Mark into his room, I saw where they  had broke his old bunk
bed down into twins and  added a 5 drawer chest and desk with complete
computer set up.   I said "hey Mark, pretty nice arrangement, hope I am
not going to put you out while I am here."

Sitting the bags down, he turned and I could see his chest rising and
falling from the effort to carry my bags.. He was fantastic . Looking at me
as he got  his breath, he said "no problem Uncle Lee , it is going to be
great having you after all the time you have been gone."  Reaching down
and adjusting himself and looking at me as he did, he said "I'm going to
get something cold you want anything?"

Averting my eyes quickly although I knew he saw me looking, I said "if
your old man has a cold beer I could go for one."  I felt a twinge in my
groin and movement in my balls as they drew up a little.

Turning, Mark said "I think he has some, be right back."

I opened my bags and started to unpack thinking "oh god and he has to be
my nephew and I am lusting after him."  Damn what was I thinking?

In a few minutes Mark returned with a cold can of Coors and a Pepsi,
holding mine out,  he said "hope you like Coors."  I took the beer and my
fingers touched his for a moment.  He just looked at me before releasing
the beer and I thought  I could detect a glint in his eyes.  Again I thought
"get over it Lee, get over it he is your nephew not some trick."

As Mark took a long pull from his Pepsi, he said "Uncle Lee, okay if I
change into shorts? I want to get out of these tight jeans and pull over."

Without looking up from my unpacking, I said "no problem with me
kiddo." I heard him close the door and then walk into the bath.  He didn't
close the bath door and I heard a very strong stream of piss hitting the
water in the commode.  Walking back into the room, I could see that he
had unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zip down to take a leak, there
was a little hair sticking out of his jockey waist band and leading on up.
Moving over to his bed, Mark crossed his arms and taking his shirt in
both hands he pulled it up over his head, I gasped. That little bit of hair
ran up between his ribbed six pack stopping at his inny belly button.
Mark dropped his arm, looking at me as he did and I turned quickly so he
would not see my cock  starting to rise.

I heard the bed move as he sat down to remove his jeans and I glanced his
way.  He was sitting there, his muscles rippling as he reached down to
remove his Nikes and then pull the jeans over his legs.  My cock was rock
hard at the sight of this Adonis nephew of mine.  He dropped his jeans
and stood there stretching like a tawny cat, he said "man does it feel good
to get out of those."  I turned holding some piece of clothing trying to
hide
my hardon.  Looking at me, Mark placed  his hands on his hips and
started twisting at the waist, he had a grin on his face.  I was caught up
in
the beauty of this 16 year old kid who was built like a living Adonis.

As he was twisting, he said "hey Uncle Lee do you  think  my body is
pretty good, I have been working at it pretty hard. Dad said it is better
then his when he was 16."

Looking at him, my mouth dry I took a pull at my beer before saying "well
Mark, I don' t think you will be sitting on my lap anymore."

Smiling with that glint in his eyes, he said "awwwwwww why not Uncle
Lee. Too big for you now?" I could see movement in his jockey's.  The kid
was coming on to me...

Author's Note:  If I have not made it clear, Mark is absolutely one of the
most gorgeous young men I had seen in a long time, if not the best.  He
was 6', 165lbs of solid unblemished muscle.  His hair was dark brown
and unruly but that made him look even more like a man.  His eyes were
hazel with flecks of gold when he flashed them at you.  He had broad
shoulders and very well muscled arms with just a hint of light brown
almost golden hair on his forearms.  His lats formed the perfect and
classic "V" we all would like to have and it dropped down to a very narrow
waist.  His chest was thick and the pectoral muscles were so defined they
looked like chiseled marble with dark round tits standing out.  His abs
were chiseled muscle on a very hard flat stomach.  From Mark's waist
down he had perfectly muscled thighs and calves with small almost
delicate feet.   He was perfectly smooth except for that thin line of hair
leading down and disappearing into the top of his jockey's that held an
obviously well packed pouch.  In short,I was holding my breath as I gazed
at  his body that he was unabashedly displaying for my viewing pleasure
and I wanted him.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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