time, while they explored each others' mouths with
their tongues. Zach's thumb just kept moving up and down Jesse's tiny,
finger-sized erection, up and down. Slowly, languidly. Up and down, while
they kissed.
Finally Zach, more turned-on than he'd ever been before, broke the kiss. He
squeezed Jesse's penis and balls, then withdrew. "Okay, bud," he said
breathlessly, "time for bed, okay? Tomorrow night, if you want to touch my
privates, I'll let you. Okay?"
Jesse nodded with a smile. "Can I sleep in your bed tomorrow? We could be
closer--to each other."
Fuuuuuck yes, bud. "We'll see. Goodnight, little bud." He got up, turned
off the night stand lamp, and walked to the door, honestly afraid that just
one wrong move might shatter his glass-hard cock. He left the door propped
open a few inches so Jesse wouldn't be scared.
He walked down the stairs and into the living room. He wanted to pound his
head against the wall. Fuck he was going to go nuts if he couldn't have
that kid. But he wanted to string this out. Make the anticipation blow him
up. He loved edging himself, and this was a kind of torturous
edging. Making himself wait.
And maybe the time would give him a chance to talk himself out of fucking
his brother's son.
ZACH STARED AT THE BIG SCREEN next to the river-rock fireplace. The TV was
on, but Zach had no clue as to what was happening on the screen. He blankly
stared forward, wondering what the fuck he had just done with his nephew.
Jesse lay in his bed upstairs. Zach had been so fucking turned on by that
little boy. Ever since his brother and sister-in-law had announced their
Hawaii trip, and asked Zach to mark out the days to watch his nephew, Zach
had been thinking about these two weeks up at the cabin... alone, with
Jesse.
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't turned on by the prospect of the two of
them being alone. But no... he knew he couldn't go there. Not with his
brother's son! Still, the temptation had grown and grown the closer the
date for the trip came. He'd told himself--vehemently--that he simply could
NOT go there with the boy. Despite his overwhelming desires. Damn, he'd
never been pervy about little boys. Well, check that; he'd always loved
playing with Jess, and as his nephew grew, Zach had definitely paid more
attention to him. And now he was feeling full-on perv-feelings.
And now he had just finished touching the boy. Intimately. And he'd
promised Jesse that he could do the same to him later.
He lay there with the TV muted. The remote was in his right hand; his left
hand was on top of his crotch, and he squeezed himself while he thought
about Jesse, sleeping up there in his room.
God he wanted to go back up to him.
Just a few minutes ago, while he lay next to his adorable little nephew,
he'd gotten so hard--so fucking turned on by the idea of touching
Jesse... and maybe having Jesse be curious about touching him back--the
carnal drive had been too much to resist.
Was Jesse excited about being close to his uncle like that? Well, from the
hardness of that little stub, and the speed of his heart, the answer had to
be YES. The boy even admitted that he got hard when he saw Zach. Zach had
gotten hard as a little boy, of course. And he even remembered starting to
get dry orgasms when he was little.
He gave an almost-silent moan while he touched himself over his short
pants. He was as hard as a phone pole.
So was Jesse like Zach in that area? Did he know yet if he liked men? Or he
just liked the attention, and Zach's lewd advance had simply taken
advantage of the boy's awe. Zach certainly saw the awe in Jesse whenever
the kid happened to notice--or mention--Zach's muscled body. There was no
denying that. Yet Jesse's awe wasn't unusual. All little boys' eyes lit up
when they took in Zach's body.
Zach knew he had crossed a line upstairs. And he knew he couldn't let it
happen again. No way. There would be no mental discussion. He'd change his
ways. He HAD to. He was going to be right next to the little boy--the
little boy who gave tell after tell that he was awestruck over Zach's
muscular physique. So he had to call for a full stop. FULL stop!
Still, what could it hurt to entertain the kid a little? Jesse loved it
when Zach flexed his 24-inch arms. And he loved any and all attention his
hyper-muscled uncle gave. So... why not give the kid an occasional show?
Why not?: Because whenever Zach saw Jesse respond to his body, Zach got
hard--that's why. No. This had to end here. Now.
He looked down at his torso and... fuck. He had opened his pants! When did
this happen? Apparently he'd done it without thinking. Now, his exposed,
big, dripping erection stared up at him, begging for attention. Well, Zach
was giving it attention, but it evidently wanted MORE. He stroked himself
slowly, raising it high into the air. A trail of pre-cum dribbled down his
veiny shaft. His hand net it; it moved faster. Jesse's soft, tender
innocence filled the Zach's mind. He stroked faster. His muscles got more
and more tense. He breathed loudly.
Fuck! It had taken less than a minute. His cock launched rope after rope of
cum up into the air. He groaned. He came down from the orgasm; fuck, what a
mess. He grabbed a tissue and cleaned up as best he could.
Pushing his cock back into his pants, he zipped up. He sighed.
"Fuck it," he grumbled as he threw a couch pillow to a lounge chair across
the room. He turned off the TV. It was only 8:30. He needed to get his head
straight. Clear his mind. He decided to run himself a nice hot bath. And
masturbate again. Hard. His stamina was... well, kinda legendary; his
recovery was epic. So yeah, he'd just keep jerking off... over that little
boy. Over that little boy--in a fantasy where Jesse touches Zach's hard
body. All over. Keep jerking off and.... Yeah, jerk off and get it out of
his system. That'd be just the ticket.
Zach pushed himself off the couch, turned down the great room lights, and
headed up to his suite. He passed Jesse's propped open door and made sure
to NOT stop there. He kept walking past the boy's dark room, and into his
own.
IN HIS DARK BEDROOM, ZACH STRIPPED down. Stepping into his big bathroom, he
absently left the door behind him open about a foot or so. He grabbed a
big, white towel and drew his bath. Fortunately most of the rooms in the
house--and certainly this main suite--had large, oval tubs with jets. A
regular-size tub was too cramped for Zach's 285 pounds of muscle.
He stripped down in front of the bath's mirror, and instinctively began
hitting some poses. His cock was just at "semi" right now; it had come down
from his orgasm on living room couch. Now, as he flexed for the mirror--and
imagined that he was flexing for his little nephew, his cock was moving
toward full hardness again. And Zach fucking loved it.
He was blessed with the body of a god. He had been so fucking fortunate.
His genetics were singular. At six-foot-five (and a half) he towered over
men. And he worked hard to capitalize on the advantage God had given him,
pummeling his muscles as hard as he could at every workout. And his
physique basically had no peer. Yeah, he stayed humble for sure, but he
didn't shy away from the occasional opportunity to drive people (especially
guys) insane with his rippling development. The weekend weightlifters, and
even (or especially?) the guys who practically lived in the gym, all envied
his physique. He never dwelled on it, truly, but the wannabes practically
fawned over him. Which was always a plus when he found a dude he wanted to
take to bed.
He flexed for the mirror. He'd been told by one guy that he had arms that
should be "registered as weapons of mass erection." He liked that. He hit a
few more poses; he thought of Jesse sitting on his bed, staring at his big
muscles. The idea made Zach only harder.
When the tub was full, Zach poured in a cupful of Epsom Salts, dimmed the
bathroom lights, then slipped into the water. He lay back, sighing. Damn,
this felt good. The water barely came up to his abs, sloshing across them
if he moved. His massive, hairy, cleavage-separated-chest was well above
the water. His almost-foot-long cock rested on his insanely defined
abdominal muscles. He flexed his cock, and his piss slit seemed to open and
close like a fish's mouth. He chuckled at himself. He lathered up his right
hand with a bar of soap. He started stroking himself; he couldn't
completely stifle a groan at his own touch. His body flexed while he
pleasured himself.
His forearm rippled with each stroke. His pace increased. All he could
think about was Jesse--perhaps sharing this tub with him... maybe just
sitting next to him on the couch while he pulled his sleeve up and gave the
kid a mind-blowing flex, then a feel-me-out session. He thought about when
Jesse had asked to feel his arm. Fuck that was hot.
He developed his fantasy. Most of the pictures in his mind now involved the
two of them there, at the cabin. Going for hikes... watching TV in the
evening, while Jesse literally lay on top of his body... working out in his
weight room while Jesse watches, then letting the boy feel out his hard,
pumped-up muscles. Maybe he tells Jesse that he gets lonely in that big
bed, so he invites him in one night, and the two of them lay together. What
would he say? How would he broach the subject in a way that would make
Jesse curious and not afraid? Maybe Jesse would want to feel his arm while
they lay there. Then he'd ask to feel his chest. Would Jesse pinch Zach's
nips?
Fuuuuck that thought ramped up Zach's pace. His right hand flashed up and
down his pole with an intensity he rarely had. His muscular body flexed,
then relaxed, then hardened again. With his free hand he pinched his
nipples on his massive chest, imagining it was Jesse's fingers on one pec,
and his mouth on the other nip.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck," he moaned as a white-hot blast shot up from his slit, into
the air. His entire body was tight and rock-hard. He held his enormous cock
still, pushing down on its base, squeezing. The semen seemed to hover in
mid-air for a moment, before curving and falling into the water, and onto
his abs. Zach groaned, and hissed, "Jessssssss! Fuuuucking Jessssssss!" His
orgasm rushed throughout his entire body; he saw stars. He stroked himself
again, pushing more and more ejaculations into the air. Subsequent
eruptions of jizz were no less dramatic--and fulfilling. He coated his
chest, his abs, his arms... and a flotilla of semen boats filled the
water. Fuck! That had been a huge one. And so quickly after the one
downstairs.
At the end of his climax, he sighed, "Fuuuuuuuuck," again.
Then... there was motion at... at the door to the bedroom outside the
bathroom. Fuck--he'd left it open! Only about a foot, but.... Zach saw just
a shadow of movement at the door--his black bedroom behind. In an instant,
the motion stopped. Immediately it was gone. But then Zach heard...
receding... running. The pitter-patter of little-boy steps.
Fuck. How much had Jesse seen? Well, duh. Obviously he'd seen all of
it. Shitting fuuuuuuck!
But Zach was exhausted. Damn, that orgasm had been hyper-intense! He closed
his eyes and groaned. He lay there in the warm water--cooling slightly with
every minute--and sulked. And wondered. How should he handle this? Ignore
that it ever happened? Just not bring it up? Or maybe he should try to
explain himself? Of course, Jesse had no idea what Zach had been thinking
when he'd come all over himself. He hadn't called out the boy's name, had
he? No... of course not. But damn, he'd definitely been thinking about
him. Definitely.
He eventually drifted to sleep in the big tub. He woke when the water
cooled down too much. While he dried himself off with a big, soft, white
towel, he considered his options. And the prevailing option involved
talking about it with his nephew. And explaining that's what men do. And
then maybe, Jesse might be... interested in that topic?
No. He couldn't go there. No way. He could SO see how he'd take advantage
of any opportunity to fool around with Jesse's curiosity. Not gonna
happen. Not.