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The glare of the midday sun temporarily blinded Uncle Cliff as he emerged from his cave rendezvous. He stopped briefly to allow himself time to adjust to its brightness, before surveying the shoreline for his nephew. As expected, he saw Trey was in the same spot as when he left him. But much to his surprise, he noticed that he was not alone; the two hunks they had seen on their way down the beach had joined him. Even more surprising, to the best he could tell with his compromised eyesight, was that his nephew was as naked as the two hunks sitting side-by-side next to him. “Well, well, “he muttered to himself. The boy is coming out of that shell at last! Can’t wait to see how this shakes out.” Uncle Cliff crouched down behind a small rock formation that gave him ample view of the beauty of the Mediterranean and the sinews of his nephew’s back. He felt a stirring in his groin as he watched the scene unfold before him. ********** “Wow, the sun certainly is hot, “Trey sputtered as he felt the sweat trickle down his chest between his thick pecs. The world had taken on a kind of swirling haze, as Sebastian had brought out a small pipe with a crystal-like substance inside it. Not wanting to appear a total novice, Trey had watched both Sebastian and Cyril take large hits from the pipe, holding the smoke in for a few seconds and then exhaling it into the air in a large puff of smoke. When it was offered to him, he hesitated for a second, but the looks from his new companions overruled any hesitation he could come up with. So, when it was offered to him, he followed the example the two studs had set, and took a large hit. And another…and another…and one more. Cyril and Sebastian looked at each other with a wry grin, and then showed Trey how a shotgun worked. First Cyril lit the pipe, and the pipe’s chamber filled with the white smoke. It swirled about as he inhaled deeper than he had before. He then took Sebastian by the back of his neck, placed his lips against his own, and gently exhaled into the hunks mouth. He eagerly took the smoke deep and held it a bit as Cyril pulled away. He looked dreamily into Cyril’s eyes, then glanced over at Trey. Trey was watching with rapt attention, wondering what was next. He did not wait long, as Sebastian began to exhale the smoke in Trey’s direction; never breaking eye contact. When all the smoke was expelled, he gave Trey a small wink, and then gestured at the pipe, then to Trey, asking with his eyes if he would like to try. Trey could only nod…mesmerized by the stud. Sebastian sparked the lighter once again and held it under the bowl. He twisted the pipe slightly back and forth, until the chamber was again filled with enough of the smoke. He then leaned towards Trey, who eagerly leaned in to accept his gift. Their lips touched, and Sebastian gently placed his hand behind Trey’s neck…pulling him even closer into their lip lock. He gently parted Trey’s lips with his warm, moist tongue and slowly exhaled the smoke into his waiting mouth. Trey could not help the moan that escaped his lips as Sebastian stuck his tongue into his mouth as the last of the smoke was exhaled. Trey had closed his eyes, and even as Sebastian pulled away, his eyes remained closed. When he was at last able to open his eyes, he saw that Cyril could not contain his excitement at the scene he had just witnessed and was slowly stroking his uncut cock. Sebastian too had begun to tug on his fast-growing dick, and much to Trey’s surprise, his own cock had sprung to full attention. He lazily began to tug at the head of his cock…enjoying the lust-filled haze that was closing in on him. Sebastian passed the pipe to him without words, and as he took it, Cyril told him to hold on for a second. “This time, when you exhale into my mouth, do so as completely as you can. I will then exhale it back to you in the same way. We will pass it back and forth like this until one of us cannot endure any longer. Sound good?” Trey eagerly nodded his affirmation and lit the pipe. He waited until there was a good amount of smoke billowing around the bowl, and then did a deep exhale. He then inhaled as deeply as he could and leaned into Cyril’s waiting mouth. Cyril grabbed each side of his face and locked it to his own lips, Trey then let go of the smoke in a slow yet deliberate exhale. Once he felt his lungs were empty, he waited for Cyril to exhale it back. He did not wait long, as Cyril began to exhale, he slid his tongue into Trey’s mouth. The feeling was electric to Trey, and as he passed the smoke back to Cyril, he felt a damp warmth envelope his swollen cock. Sebastian, unable to sit idly by and watch the scene before him, had leaned in and swallowed Trey’s cock to the base. Trey and Cyril passed the smoke back and forth a few more times, until Cyril had to break from the lock. He took a few gasping breaths, as his glassy eyes gave Trey a leering look. This time it was Trey who pulled Cyril’s face toward him and stuffed his hungry tongue into his mouth. Cyril let out the moan this time, as his hands began to roam all over Trey’s lean muscled body. He paid special attention to his nipples. The sensation was a new one to Trey, one that he enjoyed immensely. The more Cyril tugged and twisted as the eraser like nips, caused Trey to moan even more. As if on cue, the trio broke from their respective positions, and made a switch. This time, it was Cyril who fell open mouthed onto Trey’s spit-slick cock, as Sebastian held the pipe to his lips, took a long drag of smoke, and launched it into Trey with gale force. His approach was a bit more aggressive than Cyril’s, but Trey was awash in a feeling of pure, unadulterated lust. Cyril sucked on Trey’s cock as if it held the last oxygen on Earth in his ball sac. He could hear the gentle moaning coming from Sebastian, as he and Trey passed the smoke back and forth. Once again, Trey outlasted his challenger, as Sebastian broke their kiss with the same glassy expression Cyril had. He gave Trey a grin, and then dropped his head to Cyril’s crotch and began to suck on his cock with earnest. Trey’s head had fallen back, as he sat braced by his long arms locked in place. The feelings that whirled about in his mind were nothing short of scandalous; and he was loving it. The smoke had unlocked something inside him, something he had unlocked and let wash over him in that moment. As he looked down at the handsome stud Cyril swabbing his hard prick, and the equally handsome Sebastian doing the same to Cyril. Trey suddenly felt guilty that he was not doing more. He relaxed his stiffened arms, and dropped to the towel, leaning slightly to his right. He reached out and took Sebastian’s cock in his hand and began to stroke it. Sebastian eagerly scooted himself closer toward Trey, and Trey rewarded him by giving the exposed head of his cock a quick lick. A moan came from deep inside Sebastian, as he began to gently buck his hips, urging Trey to go further. Trey did, as he leaned closer and swallowed the lock thick slab of Sebastian’s as deep into his throat as he could go. Even he was surprised at how much of his cock would fit into his throat. “All that time at the glory hole in the library bathroom at school is finally paying off, “he thought to himself. Not to get sidetracked, he held on to the base of Sebastian’s hard cock, gently stroking up and down on the shaft as his warm tongue and lips teased the head. It was a moment that Trey had not even himself known he had hoped for, yet here he was, living it first had. His unconscious fantasy had come to life. *** Uncle Cliff crouched behind the rocks, completely shocked by the scene unfolding in front of him. To say it was hot would be a real understatement. It was like a porn film come to life. Three sexy young men, enjoying what only men can do for each other, in this insanely beautiful and natural setting. Their activities had not gone unnoticed by other around them on the beach, and while some had moved closer to better their view, Uncle Cliff was surprised how all had kept a respectable distance away. But he really could not blame them; the scene he was witnessing between his nephew and the sexy strangers was undeniably hot. Uncle Cliff couldn’t help but grab a handful of his swollen cock. Even though he had recently cum with his secret lover in the cave, he once again found his dick dripping with precum, which he used as lube to slick up the shaft. He knew it wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge once again, but he wanted it to last as long as possible. He turned his attention back to Trey and his compatriots… ***** The Gordian knot tied by Trey, Cyril, and Sebastian was reaching its inevitable climax…literally. First, Cyril let out a guttural moan from deep within, shooting a massive load into Sebastian’s mouth. So much cum in fact, that it had begun to seep from the corners of Sebastian’s full mouth, yet he didn’t stop until he was sure he had drained every drop from his lover’s cock. Next, Sebastian shot off into Trey’s mouth, shooting stream after stream of hot spooge directly down Trey’s throat. The first blast was a surprise; Sebastian never uttered a sound. He just seemed to tense up, and the fire his barrage directly into Trey’s gullet. The taste was like ambrosia, and Trey too made sure each and every drop of Sebastian’s essence was swallowed. At last, it was Trey’s turn to blow. Cyril worked vigorously on his swollen cock, and Trey felt himself edge closer and closer to exploding. Sebastian, recovered from his own explosive climax, sensed Trey’s need for a slight push…and Sebastian moved over to offer his assistance. He began by tickling the tip of his nips with the end of his tongue/ The sensation caused a shudder to rack Trey’s body; every muscle seemed to tense up in anticipation of the climax to come. From one nip to the other, Sebastian’s tongue caused Trey to cry out loud in ecstasy. “Oh, fuck dudes, you are killing me! Please…don’t stop. Don’t ever stop…” Sebastian smiled up at Trey and inched himself closer to his open lips. He slowly slipped his tongue between Trey’s lips and gave him a kiss that could only be described as rapturous. Trey’s body began to quiver, and he could sense the end was near. Sebastian quickly pulled his tongue from Trey’s mouth and headed south to his crotch to help Cyril’s last stand. While Cyril polished Trey’s sensitive head, Sebastian licked his shaft. Never had Trey experienced such a sensation. Two hot mouths and tongues languishing over his cock was just what he needed to send him over the cliff to nirvana. The first rope of his seed shot straight up into the air, landing with a splash on the face if Cyril as he teased the sensitive “bow” on the underside where the head of his cock joined the shaft. Cyril quickly moved up to Trey’s slit just in time to receive the next four shots of Trey’s personal elixir. Not one to be greedy, he grabbed Sebastian by his head and pulled him close as the sixth and seventh shots spewed forth. Sebastian locked his lips onto the sensitive head of Trey’s still shooting cock. He then pulled Cyril close, so both were on their own side of Trey’s swollen member, when shots eight, nine, and ten came gushing out like a geyser. The cum shots coated both faces clamped to Trey’s cock, so much so it appeared the two had been in some vanilla pudding battle. Trey slowly came back to Earth, as the two reluctantly pulled themselves away from his still hard schlong. They licked the cum their own faces as best they could, then turned to each other. Each cleaned the cum spots from each other faces, then moved together to swap the taste of their bounty with each other. Trey at last was able to open his eyes and could only smile at the two. They then turned their clean up efforts to Trey, and began to lick their way up his body, licking at any drops of cum that had fallen on his heaving stomach and chest. Trey just laid back and let them clean him off. They had earned it, and he was more than grateful. When they reached Trey’s face the trio shared a 3-way kiss; a first for Trey but he hoped not his last. When satisfied, the two collapsed on either side of Trey’s satiated body…completely spent. ***** Uncle Cliff was unable to look away from the scene. He knew it was wrong, after all this was his nephew, the son of his beloved sister. Yet the beauty of the trio of young. Beautiful men expressing themselves in such a beautiful natural setting seemed to overrule all that. He found himself stroking his own fact dick with earnest. Soon he felt thew beginning of his own climax rush over him. Heat began to emanate from his swollen cock throughout his body. He tensed, holding tight to the base of his cock trying to stave off the inevitable, but it was no use. A huge glob of his semen blasted from the swollen head of his cock, landing on the rocks he crouched behind. A few more shots, and it was over, leaving Uncle Cliff sweating and spent. With his composure returning, Uncle Cliff thought it best to take the long way around to get back to where he and Trey had set up for the day. He swept around the rocks he had been crouching behind and made his way into the blue waters. The warm waves lapped against him as he rinsed off the evidence of his two cum expulsions. He smiled as he glanced over and saw his nephew frolicking in the surf with his two new friends. Trey and his friends laughed and groped at each other, using the warm waters to rinse themselves off as well. He was beyond happy that Trey had enjoyed himself while he was trysting in the cave. So as not to embarrass him, Uncle Cliff made his way back up to the rocks he had been hiding behind. He used his towel to dry off a bit before making his way down to Trey’s spot. He hoped his nephew would be willing to share some of the more saucy details he might have missed of the encounter. But he was not holding his breath. *** The sexy trio had made their way into the water for a rinse. It was only then that Trey realize there had been an audience for their tryst. He was surprised that he felt no remorse over being watched, quite the opposite. He felt emboldened by the experience and wondered if there was time to find anyone else to play with. Trey seemed surprised by his own thoughts; he wondered if it was the duo he was splashing with in the surf or was it the smoke he had shared with Cyril and Sebastian. Either way, he felt he had opened a door into a side of himself that he had closed off. After what Trey considered a thorough job, he made his way out of the water onto the beach, and back towards his and Uncle Cliff’s chosen spot. As he approached, he noticed Uncle Cliff had returned, and was seated on his towel watching the shoreline, a wan smile on his handsome face. “Hi Trey, “Uncle Cliff said as he got close. Following behind were Cyril and Sebastian, to whom Uncle Cliff was soon introduced. Uncle Cliff sat quietly as he watched the trio dry themselves off, and then assist each other. Something about his nephew seemed changed; his mood seemed lighter, and his demeanor was positively playful. He liked seeing Trey like this, but he also had to admit he liked watching the cocks of Trey’s two companions bounce and sway. Unfortunately, the show was short lived, as Cyril and Sebastian had to go. They each gave a kiss goodbye to Trey, and wandered up the beach until they reached the trail to the street above. “I hope they remember to get dressed before they get up to the street,” Uncle Cliff said with a grin. “Those two could cause a major traffic pile up if they aren’t careful.” Trey smiled back at his uncle. “You don’t know the half of it Uncle Cliff, “Trey said as he lay down on his belly on the sand, still as naked as before. Uncle cliff just smiled…keeping what he did know to himself. Should he tell Trey? Only time would tell…

Cliff could feel the cool dank of the cave as he stepped inside. There was also a certain familiarity, as he had returned to this very spot for more years than he liked to count. The sea air swept through, keeping the air from being too musty, and there was just enough light from some small crevice’s that made maneuvering about much simpler. He hadn’t remembered the ceiling being so low, as he tried to stand upright and banged his head slightly on the low ceiling. “Damn,” he muttered. The caused a slight laugh from the form in front of him. His beauty seemed to be ageless, as he was as attractive as the first time, they entered this space together. As the stars began to dissipate from his head, he noticed a perfect beam of light that crossed the man’s body from his left shoulder to his right thigh. Cliff wasn’t sure, but he was convinced that the beam was a bit brighter at his crotch, as the man’s slowly swelling dick seemed to almost have a halo about it. Cliff’s breath became shallow, and his mouth moist with anticipation. Cliff approached the man, as if being caught in some sexual tractor beam, and when he was but a few inches from the man, he dropped to his knees. The man took a step forward and presented his now fully engorged cock to Cliff’s parted lips. With a moan, Cliff allowed his slab of meat to slide between his lips. The man gently grabbed a handful of Cliff’s lush hair and pushed the last few inches into his waiting throat. He threw his head back and let out his own moan…uttering a single word. “Bellissimo, “the man said. Cliff began to flex the muscled in the back of his throat, milking the man’s cock head. His eyes trailed up the man’s solid, muscled body, as his eyes locked with the man he was pleasuring. A slight grin was upon his face, and his eyes told Cliff all he needed to know. He then began to suck the man’s cock with earnest; sliding his lips to the tip of the head and then forcing it all the way into the back of his throat. The man began to gently rock his hips forward and backward in a gentle thrusting motion, helping Cliff achieve the depth in his throat he seemed to be craving. The man began to pick up speed, and his breaths became short and shallow. Suddenly, the man pulled himself out of Cliff’s mouth, and reached down underneath Cliff’s arms, pulling him to his feet. The two locked lips with a hunger only compared to a pair whose love had been put on hold for a long time. This was their case…sort of. Not so much driven by love, but more lust. They knew that there was nothing more to their relationship than these encounters in a dark wet cave in Greece, but it was the assurance that the other would be there year after year that sustained them. No matter what, or who they met between trysts, each knew that the other would be there, and be as hungry as they for the carnal joys one man can give another. They continued to swap tongues, fervently grasping and groping each other’s body. It was the man who had the strength to break their lip lock and held Cliff’s head between his hands and looked deeply into his eyes. “I…suck…you…now, “the man muttered in broken English. Cliff smiled, nodded an affirmative, and the man sank to his knees and began to suck on Cliff’s now throbbing dick. The man moaned as he tried to replicate Cliff’s motions on his own dick moments before, but Cliff’s girth made it a challenge from the go. He began by gently stroking the massive meat as his mouth teased the head. Reaching behind himself he pulled out a bottle of poppers. Taking a break only to take a few deep inhales from the bottles contents, he then passed the bottle up to Cliff, who did the same. As if by magic the man’s throat seemed to open, as more of Cliff’s hard dick was able to take his cock down to the base. Both remained motionless for a moment, each allowing the other to acclimate to their current position. The man then began to suck Cliff deep and fast, each down stroke forcing his nose into Cliff’s bush. Cliff threw his head back in pleasure, and then leaned forward until his ripped arms were braced on the wall of the cave. He could still feel a slight trace of the man’s heat where he has been leaning moments before. Cliff felt himself thrusting into the man’s mouth, amazed that his beautiful squared jaw could take such a pounding. His hips were meeting each oncoming thrust with power, and he felt himself approaching the point of no return. He pulled out as the man had done to him, raised him to his feet and resumed the lip locking. Cliff then stopped and looked the b=man deep in his eyes. He saw the lust that had enveloped him as well, as the man smiled and turned to face the cave wall. Cliff bent and began to flick his wet tongue around the man’s puckered hole. The man let out a loud moan and reached back to grab the back of Cliff’s head, forcing him deeper into his quarry. Cliff responded by burrowing his tongue into his ass as deeply as he could, sending the man into a fit of convulsions that Cliff assumed to be a full orgasm. He reached up to grab the man’s dick, and was surprised to find it slick, but only with precum. He smiled to himself as he realized the internal orgasm he had caused. He continued his tongue’s onslaught, making the channel slick. The man was once again taking a few huge hits from his brown bottle and thrust his butt into Cliff’s face as he arched his back. Cliff took this as his go sign and stood up behind the man. He dribbled a trail of spit onto his hardened cock and placed the head at the man’s quivering hole. The man was taking large huffs from his brown bottle and was reaching that place of excitement he had only truly experienced in this cave with Cliff. Cliff gently pressed forward and felt the man’s pucker open up to his hammer hard cock. There was little resistance as Cliff slid inch after inch into the man’s hole. When it was deep inside the man’s ass, he forced him to turn his head back toward Cliff, and the two shared a bit more tongue play. The man’s eyes were slightly glassy; from the poppers or from Cliff’s cock, he didn’t know. But he did know that this fucking would have to last him for at least a year…until they could once again meet. Cliff sawed his cock in and out of the man’s muscled ass, backing up on each thrust Cliff gave him. He was braced against the wall with both hands, so Cliff reached around and took the mans hard dick in his right hand. The man slapped his hand away, and Cliff went back to bracing his hands on the man’s narrow hips. He knew that this pace, this tension, would soon be cut by one or both of their orgasms. The man went first. Cliff could feel the spasms in the man’s ass as he shot his wad all over the rocky cave wall. The sensation sent Cliff over the edge almost simultaneously, and his load coated the man’s insides. The two heaved and panted, locked together until the last possible moment. When the normal rhythm returned, Cliff began the torturous task of pulling his dick from the man’s insides. Once his bulbous head cleared the first sphincter with a pop, the man quickly dropped to his knees and cleaned his cock with his mouth. Once satisfied, he rose to his feet, and locked eyes with Cliff once more. He stepped forward and placed his right hand behind Cliff’s head and pulled him into a kiss. The world seemed to fall away once again…as it did their very first time together. The crudeness of the surroundings had long ago faded away, and the crags of the rock formation was like a temple, or a shrine. A shrine to their annual expressions of love. “I…love.you…” the man stammered at Cliff, looking deep in his eyes. Cliff felt a lump form in the back of his throat. “And I you, “he replied. “I wish you could be with me…always.” The man simply smiled. He caressed Cliff’s cheek and gave a gentle peck to his still moist lips. “Someday, “he said to Cliff, in effortless English that surprised even Cliff. “Someday soon.” And with a wink, he grabbed his towel and strolled out of the cave. Cliff stood for a moment, recalling every moment of their once again brief encounter. He also wondered if he had heard the man correctly. His final words were almost devoid of any trace of accent. He retrieved his own towel and strolled out of the cave again into the bright sunlight. “Someday soon, “he muttered to himself. He smiled and made his way to the water for a quick rinse.

I watched as Uncle Cliff’s ample ass made the last few steps into the shade of the cave. I just sat there, as my imagination ran wild with speculation as to what would go on once her was inside… I could envision Uncle Cliff locking eyes with the swarthy stranger waiting for him inside. The two of them would begin inching closer to each. Despite the cave’s cool shade, the humidity from the sea air would cause beads of sweat begin to drip over their naked bodies. I can imagine the man gently running a finger from Uncle Cliff’s navel up to his nipple; the sensation causing Uncle Cliff head to fall back, his eyes closed, and a shudder to escape his lips, as if from a cold breeze were running all over his body. Once he returned to Earth Uncle Cliff would take the stranger’s gesture to the next level, and bend over slightly, extending his tongue to lick upward over the man’s solid, furry torso repeating the gesture up to the man’s nipple. The sensation causes him to heave, a deep exhale of breath. Uncle Cliff would take this reaction as an indication to press on. He would continue his onslaught on the man’s nipple, causing it to grow and protrude like the eraser of a pencil. A low, guttural moan would come from deep within the man, and he would no longer be able to fight the urge to feel Uncle Cliff close to him. He takes Uncle Cliff’s face in his hands and brings his face up to his. Their eyes lock, and their swollen cocks would touch heads, as the two connect in a kiss like… “Excuse me,” a deep voice said, shaking me from my reverie. I turned and found myself face to face with a rather ample dick. A bit of foreskin covered the head, and I could see a slight residue of precum (or post cum…I couldn’t tell which) on the bit of the head that was exposed. As my eyes trailed upward, I noticed that it was part of one of the most amazingly beautiful men I had ever seen…in reality or fantasy. It was one of the two gods we had witnessed going at it when we arrived at the beach. His body was even more spectacular up close…a closely trimmed carpet of fur covered his flat muscled stomach and fanned over his impressive pecs on to his shoulders, upper arm and forearms area. I used my hand as a shade from the unrelenting sun, as I tried to maintain my composure in the presence of such perfection. Once we locked eyes, I tried my best to maintain the gaze rather than divulge my lust-crazed desire to take advantage of my position and suck that beautiful cock as deeply into my throat as I could. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I noticed you’d been left all by your lonesome. Wondered if you’d care to join me mate and me. No fun sitting all alone on a day like this.” That face was a true gift from the gods. Chiseled, angular, with dark deep-set eyes, and a smattering of stubble highlighted his perfect cheekbones and cleft chin. Perfection seemed inadequate; he truly was a gift from God. I shook my head slightly to release the fog of my images of Uncle Cliff, and now the confrontation of this mythical creature in front of me. And that accent…my mouth went dry, and I began to feel some swelling in my crotch. My blank expression must have had him thinking I was mute. Words of reply swirled in my brain, yet I couldn’t seem to form them into a cohesive sentence. His dark eyes had such a light of kindness in them, it finally gave me my footing once again. “Kind of you, “I managed to say, “but I think I should hang out here until my uncle gets back. This is a favorite spot of his, so I’m holding down the fort until he…” He gave me a wink and a sly smile of someone who knew the story all too well. From what Uncle Cliff and I had witnessed upon arrival earlier he and his friend certainly knew of the magic this stretch of beach seemed to have. “If you’d like, you and your friend can join me here. I would welcome the company. Not sure how long my uncle will be.” He smiled, turned to where he and his friend had been encamped further up the beach, and flailed his arms wildly indicating his friend grab their gear and join us. In no time, a slightly taller, slightly more muscled, and as impossible to imagine as it seemed an even more handsome god/man sprinted towards us. As he approached his also hooded cock swung back and forth with a rhythm like a metronome. It was hypnotic, and I was falling quickly under its spell. In no time he bounded up to where I sat and his mate still stood, with the infectious enthusiasm of a great Dane puppy. “So, my name is Sebastian,” said my new friend as he draped an arm casually over the hulking folder of his large friend. “And this behemoth, is Cyril.” Both just looked at me with a child’s anticipation, as they clearly waited for me to introduce myself. And I just stared blankly… “Oh, my bad, “I finally muttered, “I’m Trey. My Uncle Cliff is who I’m with…he ran into a friend and chose to take some time with him…to talk about life…and other…endeavors. Otherwise, he would be here with me…and available to greet you both as well…but he seems to be a little…detained. But I guess I mentioned that already, didn’t I?” I felt the heat of embarrassment begin to creep up my body. Hotter than the sun above the Mediterranean, and a lot more damaging I thought. At least in that moment, I was expecting this surreal pair of buddies to take their leave as quickly as they had arrived. But to my surprise they had remained in place. I noted little change in the expressions of the two. Both still were as handsome as any man had the right to be, and there was no mistaking them for anything but hyper-masculine guys. Yet I noted as I looked up from the sand at my feet, both seemed to look at me with an almost child-like wonder in their eyes. I found that very endearing, not to mention sexy as hell. It was their expressions, as well as my verbal faux pas, that caused me to break into uproarious laughter. My two companions joined in with me heartily. After a few moments I was able to regain my composure “Thanks guys, “I said wiping tears of laughter from my eyes, “now let’s see if I can re-phrase that. My Uncle Cliff, at this moment, is rather…busy…now…” This brought on more raucous laughter that had my new friends clutching their sides as the fell to the sand. Suffice to say, I saw no way that that I could have made a worse first impression, other than lighting them both on fire. But their laughter was a mixture of sincerity, kindness and what felt like attraction. Choosing to not overthink it as I had done in so many situations before, any angst over what I’d said seem no longer important. After regaining as much composure as two sexually potent males in their prime could, and whose faces were stained from tears, and who both had remnants of cum from their earlier fucking clinging to their muscled torsos, I concluded we were even on the embarrassment track. Yet both Sebastian and Cyril took notice of my taking notice of the left-over evidence from their romp. Rather than blush and try to change the tone, they gave each other a knowing look, re-adjusted their dicks with a gentle yet effective tug. I say efficient because upon doing so, both of their cocks began to spill clear gooey pre/post cum from the tips. Almost on cue, the liquid dropped into the sand, and formed clumps of sand between their outstretched legs. I was once again struck dumb, and just dropped to my towel once more. Time seemed to be passing slower than the melting of the polar ice caps. We exchanged pleasantries for a bit; talked about where we were from (I, Orange County CA; they, Belfast, Ireland), our respective ages (I, 22; Sebastian, 25; Cyril, 26) and all we could manage to coddle together between us. I wasn’t sure if it was the sun’s unrelenting rays, or our proximity to one another, but the temperature on that beach felt like it was climbing by the second. One thing was certain, the closeness seemed to be influencing both their massive cocks, as they both had begun to swell and arch upward. I felt the swelling of my own cock begin to press against the nylon fabric of my board shorts. Both Cecil and Sebastian were taking mental snapshots of my crotch, and it seemed I was doing a good job fostering good will on an international level. I was trying to cast a casual glance at “the goods” of my two new friends as well. I heard Cyril’s deep resonant baritone voice which broke the tension. This obscenely good looking, well-meaning giant of a man was looking at me with nothing but lust in his eyes. “Oy mate, see something you’d like to test drive,” Cyril snarled. I was totally busted. I guess my skills as a covert operative were lacking. But I didn’t care. I was beginning to feel a surge of confidence that was new to me. “You bet I do, “I said. “It all looks pretty good from where I sit.” Sebastian gave Cyril a slight nod and a wink as he turned to looked back at me. He wore a smile that bordered on a leer that curled around his ample lips. Cyril just looked at me like a steak he wasn’t allowed to devour…yet. I again became painfully aware of my cock creating an ill-fitting tent pole in my boardies. The dynamic duo seemed to read my mind, as Cyril offered his opinion. “Trey, clearly you have absolutely nothing to feel shy about out here, “he began. “I mean, look around you…talk about all walks of life! The human body is beautiful in all its forms, so why not join the majority. Lose the shorts mate! I’m sure you will feel much better, and I know Seb and I will enjoy it to…a lot! I mean, when in Rome…” Cyril’s last words cause my eyes to dart immediately to their almost pleading eyes. It was hearing Uncle Cliff’s words parroted back to me that brought a great big grin to my face. Without saying a word, and before I lost my nerve, I stood up and turned my back on the boys. I fumbled with, but eventually managed to untie the drawstring on my board shorts. I took a deep breath… “C’mon Trey, you can do this, “I said to myself. “It’s easy…just a quick down and off, and you’re done.” I repeated these words to myself a few times to steel my nerves. And while I had anticipated a quick down and off, my still growing hardon was creating a speedbump. From the back there was a similar problem as the rounded muscle of my ass impeded my plans as well. At that moment, a plan formulated in my head that would help me release a few of my own inhibitions and reward my new pals for their kindness and patience. Before I lost my nerve, I let go of the waistband, and the shorts dropped…slightly. As I anticipated, they got held up on my dick, but more noticeable to Cyril and Sebastian from their vantage point, was how they were held up by my muscled ass. The under-the-breath whistle I heard from behind me told all, as the shorts stopped just enough to show a bit of my furry ass and crack. I felt emboldened so I decided to go a step further. I grabbed the waistband and began to gyrate my hips, pushing the nylon down a bit further with each rotation. As if by accident, I pushed just enough for the shorts to drop to the sand. I bent at my waist as if trying to retrieve them, exposing my hairy hole to the pair of hungry hunks behind me. Thanks to quite a bit of flexibility training, I was able to stretch enough to steal a peek at the look on their astonished faces. Sebastian and Cyril did indeed look hungry; and my exposed hole looked to be a rather good “last meal” to them both. I saw Sebastian’s tongue slip from between his lips to catch a small drop of saliva that was escaping from the right corner of his mouth. I also noticed the swollen, purple heads of their hard cocks, completely unsheathed of their foreskin and pointing at the blue sky above. I smiled to myself, and straightened up, giving one more stretch that would show the two that theirs weren’t the only hard bodied stud on the beach this day. I slowly turned to face the pair and saw that each had allowed a hand to stray to the crotch of the other and were gently pulling on the engorged meat in their grip. I pretended to give my own hardon an absent-minded tug. As I did my own large drop of precum slowly dribbled its way to the sand. Both Sebastian and Cyril looked dry mouthed, as if the only source of moisture for miles was my cock. I quickly dropped to the sand and stretched out my legs in front of me, leaning back on my elbow. “Wow, that does feel much better, “I cooed. Sebastian and Cyril just stared, their mouths agape, seeming to be lost for words, yet there was a definite plan brewing in their collective minds. I on the other Hand, felt my senses of confidence and sense of empowerment grow stronger by the moment. I was becoming more comfortable with each silent moment, knowing that these two hunks were as sexually charged as I was. Feeling liberated, I offered a suggestion to my two buddies. “So, now that that’s over, who’s up for some beach paddle ball? Or would a good old fashioned circle jerk be a better idea?"

“How much further is it Uncle Cliff, “I asked. The sweat was pouring off my face, had coated the lenses of my Oakley’s , and ran onto my chest. Even though it wasn’t quite noon, the Greek sun was powerful overhead. Uncle Cliff on the other hand, strode a few steps ahead of me, just as happy as a lark. I guess his choice to wear just his Speedo to make the trek to his favorite stretch of beach was a wise one. For me, the bonus was getting to watch his big firm ass fight against the confinement of the spandex in his suit. From my vantage point, Uncle Cliff’s juicy ass was winning the battle. “Not too much further kid,” he called back to me over his right shoulder. “Don’t tell me that jock body is all worn out from taking a ‘widdle walk’ with your Uncle Cliff?” He knew I hated it when he switched into baby talk mode. Even though I couldn’t see his face I just knew he was wearing the same shit-eating grin he always did when he teased me. When I hit my teens, I declared a moratorium on the baby talk with everyone in the family. Most had obliged, except Uncle Cliff. He would pull out the exaggerated inflection when he thought I was behaving badly. As I got older, I realized he mainly did it to get a rise out of me. Maybe it was his teasing tone, coupled with the front row view of his luscious backside, but the most surprising rise I was experiencing was in my crotch. I was grateful I had opted to wear baggy board shorts for our trek, even though the circus tent I was pitching would grab as much attention as I would have in a Speedo like Uncle Cliff/ I shook my head to disband the thoughts I was having about my uncle, and in doing so shook a few beads of salty sweat into my eyes. That sensation would shake anyone back to reality. “So, from here, it gets a little dicey,” Uncle Cliff said as me made an abrupt turn off the small cobblestone road we had be walking on. “There is a narrow trail down the side of this cliff. It’s not very wide, so I recommend small steps, and staying away from the edge. Otherwise, you should be fine.” And with that, he leapt over the curb of the road and began to traverse down the cliffside like a mountain goat. Nerdy as I was, I wasn’t about to back down from a challenge, and so I took a similar tact as my uncle. Big mistake. Two steps and I was down, sliding off the trail to the next level below me. Uncle Cliff wasn’t kidding abut the trail being marrow. Clearly my size 13’s weren’t what the original engineer of this trail had in mind. The drop was about 5 feet or so, as I made my slip just before the first switchback on the trail. And where to you think I was to land? Right in front of good old Uncle Cliff. His surprise at my suddenly “dropping in” was erased by another of his snarky comments. “Man, it’s a good thing you weren’t born with a nose as big as those banana boats you walk on, He started saying. “If it was, you’d have another foot on your hands!” He grinned at his own implied burn. I felt the blood rush to my face, but I fought the urge to engage with a comeback. So, I too the smallest of small steps away from the cliff and let Uncle Cliff back into lead position. I fell in close behind, trying to literally walk in the footsteps of my uncle. This leg of our journey tohis oasis of a beach was the most treacherous, but it was also the quickest. In no time I saw Uncle Cliff suddenly hop down on a flatter sandy surface. I had been paying suck close attention to the trail I had scarcely noticed we were reaching the bottom. When I did, my eyes trailed up, and the scene literally took my breath away. Uncle Cliff’s little oasis as he called it, was one of the most breathtaking spots I had ever seen. The sun had reached its pinnacle point in the sky and was lighting up the Mediterranean blue like nothing I had ever seen, let alone imagined. Even the sand seemed illuminated, giving it a warm, pinkish hue rather than the typical sandy beige. My mouth was agape as I took in the beauty. It was as if we were in an uncharted inlet of land. The stretch of beach itself wasn’t that long, but it had a broad expanse between the shore and the sea. On both sides there were some rock formations that had been worn somewhat smooth by the lapping waves that came up and over them. The sound of these crashing waves was incredible…so relaxing. “So, can I assume by your slack-jawed expression that the journey was worth it,” Uncle Cliff asked. All I could do was nod as my head was still trying to wrap my brain around the beauty I was witnessing. Uncle Cliff smiled, gave my sweat dampened hair a tussle and turned towards the rocky area to our left. “C’mon kid, let’s go over this way,” said Uncle Cliff. “It’s one of my favorite spots anywhere.” The beach itself was surprisingly empty of other people. Just a few random scatterings of guys; guys alone, guys in pairs, and a couple of trios. It was this moment I began to make note of the fact that all the inhabitants of this beach were guys. There wasn’t a female in sight, not that I minded. I loved the ladies, for gab fests, shoe shopping, brunch and the like. But being here, in this amazing place, with nothing but other men, just somehow felt right…and natural. I even imagined that the air had suddenly taken on a scent of something like man musk. I took a deep inhale, and as we walked along the sand I exhaled and felt completely at peace for the first time in quite some time. It was then as we strolled past a couple of the sun worshipers stretched out in the sand that I took note of another important detail that I had somehow overlooked. Every guy we passed was completely, unabashedly, and quite provocatively…nude. I felt my eyes stretch to the size of dinner plates, and the chubbing of my cock begin to pop a tent once again. Apparently, a lot of the guys had similar stirrings, as I made note of more that one guy gently fondling their own cock and balls. As we got closer to the rocky formation Uncle Cliff was headed for, there were other guys giving their junk a more serious polishing. One guy, whom I probably stared at a bit longer than I should have, was jacking his ample cock with gusto. I was mesmerized by his huge balls bouncing in tandem beneath his hardened dick. The natural hair on his chest was slick by what I imagined to be a combo of sweat and sea water. He was as beautiful as one of the carved statues I had seen in most any museum I had ever been to. His pecs, his abs, his tree trunk like thighs…this was what a man looked like. My Adonis was laying between the equally impressive legs of yet another muscled god of a man. Though smoother above the waist that his counterpart, his legs were covered in a lush carpet of dark black hair. His jacking friend lay his head against the man’s chest, and that man was massaging his ample pecs and tweaked his meaty nipples. His technique seemed to have the right effect, because in short order the jacking stud shot a huge stream of cum. The trajectory took that first rope high above him and came to land on his cushioning buddy’s chest. He quickly moved a finger to the spot, scooped up the semen bounty with his fingers, and shoved them into his mouth. I shuddered at the sight, trying to imagine how the inner essence of this stud would taste. It was a short reverie, as my attention to the two studs prevented me from seeing that Uncle Cliff had stopped ahead of me. Impact, and we were down in the sand, me on top of my humpy uncle. “Damn kid, “Uncle Cliff started to say, “usually I make a guy buy me a drink at least before this happens.” He seemed to purr those words, and he had inadvertently brushed a hand across my now stiff cock. His eyes caught mine, even through the dark lenses of my Oakley Oil Can shades, and I blushed. His hand wrapped itself around my thick shaft, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. He smiled that wicked smile once again, and then pulled himself from beneath me. I managed to pull myself up on my knees and sat back on my haunches. So many feelings and emotions swirling inside me from the stimuli. I glanced back over my shoulder and noticed my two statue-like gods laughing and mockingly applauding out pratfall. To say I was mortified would be understating the obvious. “So, what do you think,” Uncle Cliff inquired, trying to make the situation less embarrassing. I took off my glasses and once again took inventory of our surroundings. I couldn’t imagine any place more idyllic than where we were at that moment. “It’s breathtaking Uncle Cliff, “I replied. “It’s amazing that a place with such natural beauty seems to be so, natural!” I blanched at my choice of words, but Uncle Cliff just gave a slight chuckle and nodded his agreement. “And I see you’ve made not of the other type of ‘natural’ beauty that inhabits this beach.” Uncle Cliff’s smile took on that devilish look once again. “Those two you were enjoying. They only scratch the surface...you are gonna see guys hotter than those two. I choose this spot every time I come here.” He gave me a wink I didn’t fully understand. II guessed the reason would become known to me in short order. I looked at my uncle with a quizzical yet blank expression on my face. His penchant for the cryptic was another slightly annoying characteristic he possessed. No one enjoyed a mystery more than he did…especially if it was of his own creation. I just shook my head at him and began digging in my backpack for the beach supplies I had toted along. Uncle Cliff was way ahead of me, having laid out a bright pink beach towel that despite its audacious color, nicely complimented the sands pinkish hues. His suntan oil, a small spritzer bottle with water he had filled in our room, and a couple of gossip rags were set neatly to one side. But most noticeable was the large pump bottle of silicone lube and its dildo companion. I didn’t remember seeing it when we unpacked upon our arrival. Hell, I didn’t even notice him packing it before we left New York. Yet here it was, propped up in the shimmering sand just a couple of inches taller that the accompanying bottle of lube. He seemed to notice my shock and replied without prompting. “Oh, give it a rest ‘Judge Judegerson.’ “he quipped. Let me give you the lowdown; this is clearly a nude beach, right? That’s a given. But there is more to it than just that. A lot of hot action goes down here…and I mean A LOT! So, by previous trips I have learned that its best to come early, get a good spot, and be prepared for almost anything. Thus ‘Mr. Belvedere’ here.” I wanted to ash the obvious question, but I was distracted by the appearance of a man so physical perfect, he put the two I had watched before to shame. His body was nothing but rock-hard slabs of muscle. Bark hair, dark eyes, just a hint of facial hair stubble, and thick layers of muscle clearly visible beneath the carpet of jet-black hair that covered his frame. Probably early 40’s, over six feet tall, and with an uncut cock that demanded attention as it swung back and forth like a pendulum. He walked with a confident, yet unassuming stride, and as he got closer, it almost appeared that he would walk right into my uncle and me. At the last moment, he did a graceful veering to his left, and at that moment seemed to lock eyes with Uncle Cliff. Unlike myself Uncle Cliff met his gaze and held on to it. The two if them seemed to forget that there was anyone else around. The eye-fucking they were giving each other caused the man’s cock to begin to harden without being touched. I quickly glanced at my uncle’s crotch and noted his similar reaction. As if in slow motion, Uncle Cliff stood up, and shucked his Speedo down to his ankles in one quick but graceful motion. His thick cock was expanding to it’s full glory like the guy he was eye fucking. No words were uttered, just an exchange of primal energy between to rutting beasts. I had already been imagining them rutting together. I had to wonder if he was the one outside out room early this morning when I woke up. It didn’t matter, seeing this deity in the flesh was better than anyone I could have imagined. As he passed, within just a couple of feet of our chosen spot, he stopped, and took a series of deep breaths and stretched his muscled arms over his head. His body was amazing, matched only by the beauty of his face. His gentle tugs on his still swelling cock didn’t register as the absent-minded action he must have hoped. Uncle Cliff’s smile confirmed this, and the man just gave him a shy wink, and then turned to give a VIP view of his backside. He bent over at the waist and grabbed his ankles, giving an insider’s view of his slightly hairy manhole. Clearly it had been trimmed, but I marveled and how natural it all looked. He stood back upright, turned towards us and did a couple more deep breathing exercises, turned a strolled off towards the rocks. “Fuck, “was all I could manage to say about what I had just witnessed. I thought the first two we had encountered would send me over the edge, but this man…wow. However, it was clear that his interest was in my hunky uncle. I was still sitting with my heels wedged into my butt cheeks and realized suddenly that I was at a prefect eye level with Uncle Cliff’s cock. Up close, it was truly another amazing creation. It’s sinew, its vascularity, it seemed all of Uncle Cliff’s blood had decided to convene in his cock. I licked my lips unconsciously, and to my dismay Uncle Cliff noticed. “Like what you see, huh, “Uncle Cliff said in a deep baritone voice. Clearly his throat had become dry from hunger and lust for the stud that passed by. But he wasn’t wrong, as I did like what I saw. But he was my uncle, my family. I was sure to go to hell by just the nature and detail of thoughts I’d had about him over the years. Yet here he was, naked and exposed, his rock-hard cock jutting straight out from his body. I tried to swallow, and realized I was as dry mouthed as my uncle. I wanted to respond, but no words would come. I rolled to my side and collapsed onto my back. Uncle Cliff just smiled, shook his head and asked when I was going to adhere to the dress code of the beach. “C’mon kid, what is there to be shy about, “Uncle Cliff asked. “You know what they say…when in Rome? Well, quite sure the same applies when in Greece too.” I looked up at my uncle, and then quickly looked away. Even though I had spent a great deal of time honing the hard-bodied physique I had built in the gym, I was still the same shy introvert I had been since childhood. How I longed to shed this persona, and try to become man, no the stud, I was sure dwelled within. It was hard for me, and Uncle Cliff had always known it. Over the years, he had always been a source of support and encouragement. I never felt pressured or forced with him. Yet here I sat on a nude gay beach, clearly standing at a crossroad paved previously by my uncle. I didn’t know how to feel about it… Uncle Cliff just sat down directly opposite from where I sat on the sand, his legs crossed at the ankles, and his huge schlong jutting out from his crotch. His proximity left me few places to avert my eyes, so I just looked into his sweet reassuring eyes. “Look kid, there is no timeline when we come into our own. “he began. “Ever since you were a little boy, I knew there was something special in you. I could see it.” I once again began to blush. His kind words were making me melt, and I didn’t want that to happen. We had to have boundaries. Expressions of love, beyond the familial kind, were a society no-no. In this moment, I wasn’t even sure if anything he was saying was relatable to the lust-filled thoughts I was having at that moment. I saw his lips moving, but the bulk of his words escaped my comprehension. All I could think of was the cock pointing skyward just inches from where I lay on the sand. “I brought you here, because I thought you would enjoy it, “he continued, “and I meant it when I said I had never brought anyone else here before you. And I meant it. Sure, I’ve been here lots, and let me tell you, it can be intoxicating to say the least. Yet, when it’s all said and done, the reality is that this…all this isn’t real. Still, this was the place I finally took stock of the man I was, and the man I wanted to be. It was here, in this spectacular place that I found my real, true, and authentic Cliff. And I brought you here hoping that the magic of this place would be able to do the same for you.” Through the tears that had begun to well up in my eyes, I saw a look of sincerity on my uncle’s face I hadn’t seen before. It made him even more beautiful, and me to feel more special, that either of us had ever been before. The emotions welling up in me took my ability to speak this time. All I could manage to say was a soft, raspy “thank you Uncle Cliff.” He smiled and once again tussled my hair. He then stood up, grabbed the bottle of jube from the sand leaving the dildo to fall over like a drunken sailor. From his bag he pulled a small hand towel and looked to be heading off towards the rocks. Suddenly he turned back towards me. I could tell he was choosing his words carefully before he spoke. “I found myself here in this place as I said. What I didn’t say was how big part a part I discovered in a cave just over there among those rocks. Each time since the first I come back here to get…realigned I guess you might say. I don’t want you to think your old uncle is a sex fiend or anything…” His words trailed off... “That stud that walked by a bit ago, I think he might be just the thing to help my ‘relignment.’ But I don’t want to leave you alone if you aren’t comfortable. Just say the word, and I will stay right here” I managed a chuckle, and Uncle Cliff softened his stern expression. “I’m gonna be fine uncle, “I said. “More important are you gonna be okay…yourself?” I returned the devilish grin Uncle Cliff had given me so often. He replied, smiling his trademark smile right back at me. “Worry not nephew, “he said over his shoulder as he headed off. “I hope to not be ‘by myself’ for very long.” I imagined he was winking at me again as he walked away. I also hoped he would have details he would be willing to share when he returned, which was making my shorts tent once again.

I was awakened by a grunt. I opened my eyes to see my Uncle Cliff standing naked in front of the sliding glass door to our room. Uncle Cliff was standing in front of the door, with the louvred blinds slightly open. The rising sun cast a series of shadows on Uncle Cliff’s naked frame, but most noticeable was his engorged cock, which seemed to be hard enough to pound nails. He seemed unaware of my having awakened, as his attention seemed to be focused on the someone, or someone’s outside our room. The sliding door was the primary entrance to our room and was the same for several other rooms around the pool area. From the sound of it the pool got little rest, as there seemed someone was splashing about or laughing well into the night. As I fell asleep the night before I was sure I was lulled by the rhythmic slapping and gentle moaning of someone being fucked. As curious as I was, I dared not stir from my bed, else I would incur the curiosity of my Uncle Cliff. As the dappled sunlight shone on his body, I marveled at how his muscles flexed and relaxed with his movements. He was definitely performing for someone, as he was enjoying teasing his audience with each gesture. He would run his hands up and down his body in slow, intentional motions. It seemed that his movements had been rehearsed, and perhaps they had. Maybe this was a routine he had practiced many times before, in many different rooms such as ours. One thing was certain, he was as turned on as anyone I had ever seen. His cock seemed huge…made even larger by the cock ring he wore. With each thrust of his hips towards the sliding door, it seemed to coax droplets of precum from the huge knob that dripped on the carpeted floor. When he would pulse his dick, causing it to bounce up and down as if on hydraulics. The occasional bead of precum would begin to slide over the top of his cock head towards his trimmed crotch. I had to marvel at his self-control, as his hands roamed all over his body, but he managed to avoid his crotch and never even went near his cock. I noticed that as I watched my uncle’s sensuous movements, the white boxers I wore began to resemble a tent, as my own cock had almost swelled to full attention. I gently guided the stiffening shaft through the gaping fly, but then opted to just slide them off completely, which I did in one quick movement. I had been locked on my uncle’s swollen member, but now my eyes moved down to my own hard prick. While I didn’t share the same girth as Uncle Cliff, mine did rival his in the length department. I reached beneath the sheet I had slept under that still covered my now naked body and clasped my hand tightly around the base of my rock-hard cock. As my grip on the shaft tightened, I noticed a significant spot of wetness began to spread over the sheet where the head of my cock was shrouded. I tossed the sheet aside as gently as I could so as not to attract Uncle Cliff’s attention. As the precum began to ooze from the head of my cock, it began to breach the confines of my fingers around my stiff shaft. I began to slowly stroke up and down on my cock, all the while never taking my eyes from my uncle. Uncle Cliff seemed to be lost in thought. I wondered once again if the thoughts were of other times he had teased and taunted someone in a similar fashion. Or was it his being totally immersed in the moment, driving his audience to a frenzy of lust for his thick meaty cock. This trip was the first that Uncle Cliff and I had taken since I came out to him. He says he had always known I was gay but was waiting for me to realize it as well. That realization had come in the final semester of my senior year of college, thanks to a handsome philosophy professors’ appreciation for my observations on Aristotle…not to mention my rock-hard ass. But that was a story for another time… Uncle Cliff taught me the discipline of exercise when I was quite young, and I had taken it to heart, spending quite a few hours honing my body at the gym. Despite my bookish nature, I had become a pretty hot stud with a rocking bod if I do say so myself. As I stroked my hard throbbing dick with my left hand, I tweaked the nipples of my well-formed mounds of muscled pecs, and ran my fingers into each crevice created by my six-pack abs. My butt cheeks flexed with each stroke, and I could tell that the sight of my ripped uncle, and my own self-love technique was going to send me over the edge to orgasm very soon. I tried to be as silent as possible, but as the first rope of cum spurted out of my cock, a stifled a rather high-pitched but still audible cry that came from somewhere deep in my throat. The second rope stream of warm goo hit me square in the middle of my forehead, and the shock caused yet another audible gasp. It was then that Uncle Cliff’s head quickly turned to the right, and he got to see the last few shots of my geyser like load shoot out of my hard cock like Old Faithful. He didn’t say a word when he saw me, he just smiled a broad smile. Almost simultaneously Uncle Cliff’s body just seemed to go rigid. His entire body began to shake slightly, and the flush in his cheeks spread over his entire body. Uncle Cliff bellowed loudly, and ropes of cum sprang forth from his granite-hard dick. While my five rope-like emissions would be considered impressive, Uncle Cliff’s 8 put him in a whole different category. Adding to the difficulty factor was the fact that his were coming from him completely hands free. One really had to wonder if getting older truly meant your libido began lagged. By my uncle’s performance, that answer was a resounding no. Once he regained his composure from his orgasm, he looked at me more intently, and his smile once again broadened. With a wink, I noticed his eyes surveying all my naked frame that he could, as this was the first time, he had seen me in a complete state of undress. I suddenly became very self-conscious and pulled the damp sheet up just enough to cover my waist. His smile never dimmed, but I was sure his eyes registered a more than slight disappointment that my show had been closed so abruptly. He turned towards the sliding door, took the rood that controlled the louvres, and cranked them until the streams of sunlight were extinguished. He then turned back to me and swallowed deeply before speaking. “Well good morning, “he said. “That’s one helluva way to start the day, wouldn’t you say nephew?” I struggled for something clever or witty or even seductive to say but couldn’t come up with anything. After all, this was the first time my Uncle Cliff and I had ever done anything like this, though the thought had crossed my mind from time to time. From the he was looking at me I figured he had also had some less than uncle-like thoughts about me as well. I suppose I could have made some remark along those lines, but all I could manage was a nod and mutter “Mm hmm.” Uncle Cliff chuckled and began to make his way to the bathroom. His still stiff cock bounced seemingly in slo-motion as he walked, and each move practically had me hypnotized. It also was causing my cock to stir once again from under the sheet. “Better get a move on,” he said reaching the bathroom door. “We have BIG plans today my boy! For today, you embrace what it means to truly be a gay man.” In that moment I didn’t fully grasp what uncle cliff meant by “plans,” but as he closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower, I laid back on my bed with my hands clasped behind my head and began to think of the possibilities. Whatever his plans for the day were, I hoped I was ready. Because the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint my Uncle Cliff.

I was awakened by a grunt. I opened my eyes to see my Uncle Cliff standing naked in front of the sliding glass door to our room. Uncle Cliff was standing in front of the door, with the louvred blinds slightly open. The rising sun cast a series of shadows on Uncle Cliff’s naked frame, but most noticeable was his engorged cock, which seemed to be hard enough to pound nails. He seemed unaware of my having awakened, as his attention seemed to be focused on the someone, or someone’s outside our room. The sliding door was the primary entrance to our room and was the same for several other rooms around the pool area. From the sound of it the pool got little rest, as there seemed someone was splashing about or laughing well into the night. As I fell asleep the night before I was sure I was lulled by the rhythmic slapping and gentle moaning of someone being fucked. As curious as I was, I dared not stir from my bed, else I would incur the curiosity of my Uncle Cliff. As the dappled sunlight shone on his body, I marveled at how his muscles flexed and relaxed with his movements. He was definitely performing for someone, as he was enjoying teasing his audience with each gesture. He would run his hands up and down his body in slow, intentional motions. It seemed that his movements had been rehearsed, and perhaps they had. Maybe this was a routine he had practiced many times before, in many different rooms such as ours. One thing was certain, he was as turned on as anyone I had ever seen. His cock seemed huge…made even larger by the cock ring he wore. With each thrust of his hips towards the sliding door, it seemed to coax droplets of precum from the huge knob that dripped on the carpeted floor. When he would pulse his dick, causing it to bounce up and down as if on hydraulics. The occasional bead of precum would begin to slide over the top of his cock head towards his trimmed crotch. I had to marvel at his self-control, as his hands roamed all over his body, but he managed to avoid his crotch and never even went near his cock. I noticed that as I watched my uncle’s sensuous movements, the white boxers I wore began to resemble a tent, as my own cock had almost swelled to full attention. I gently guided the stiffening shaft through the gaping fly, but then opted to just slide them off completely, which I did in one quick movement. I had been locked on my uncle’s swollen member, but now my eyes moved down to my own hard prick. While I didn’t share the same girth as Uncle Cliff, mine did rival his in the length department. I reached beneath the sheet I had slept under that still covered my now naked body and clasped my hand tightly around the base of my rock-hard cock. As my grip on the shaft tightened, I noticed a significant spot of wetness began to spread over the sheet where the head of my cock was shrouded. I tossed the sheet aside as gently as I could so as not to attract Uncle Cliff’s attention. As the precum began to ooze from the head of my cock, it began to breach the confines of my fingers around my stiff shaft. I began to slowly stroke up and down on my cock, all the while never taking my eyes from my uncle. Uncle Cliff seemed to be lost in thought. I wondered once again if the thoughts were of other times he had teased and taunted someone in a similar fashion. Or was it his being totally immersed in the moment, driving his audience to a frenzy of lust for his thick meaty cock. This trip was the first that Uncle Cliff and I had taken since I came out to him. He says he had always known I was gay but was waiting for me to realize it as well. That realization had come in the final semester of my senior year of college, thanks to a handsome philosophy professors’ appreciation for my observations on Aristotle…not to mention my rock-hard ass. But that was a story for another time… Uncle Cliff taught me the discipline of exercise when I was quite young, and I had taken it to heart, spending quite a few hours honing my body at the gym. Despite my bookish nature, I had become a pretty hot stud with a rocking bod if I do say so myself. As I stroked my hard throbbing dick with my left hand, I tweaked the nipples of my well-formed mounds of muscled pecs, and ran my fingers into each crevice created by my six-pack abs. My butt cheeks flexed with each stroke, and I could tell that the sight of my ripped uncle, and my own self-love technique was going to send me over the edge to orgasm very soon. I tried to be as silent as possible, but as the first rope of cum spurted out of my cock, a stifled a rather high-pitched but still audible cry that came from somewhere deep in my throat. The second rope stream of warm goo hit me square in the middle of my forehead, and the shock caused yet another audible gasp. It was then that Uncle Cliff’s head quickly turned to the right, and he got to see the last few shots of my geyser like load shoot out of my hard cock like Old Faithful. He didn’t say a word when he saw me, he just smiled a broad smile. Almost simultaneously Uncle Cliff’s body just seemed to go rigid. His entire body began to shake slightly, and the flush in his cheeks spread over his entire body. Uncle Cliff bellowed loudly, and ropes of cum sprang forth from his granite-hard dick. While my five rope-like emissions would be considered impressive, Uncle Cliff’s 8 put him in a whole different category. Adding to the difficulty factor was the fact that his were coming from him completely hands free. One really had to wonder if getting older truly meant your libido began lagged. By my uncle’s performance, that answer was a resounding no. Once he regained his composure from his orgasm, he looked at me more intently, and his smile once again broadened. With a wink, I noticed his eyes surveying all my naked frame that he could, as this was the first time, he had seen me in a complete state of undress. I suddenly became very self-conscious and pulled the damp sheet up just enough to cover my waist. His smile never dimmed, but I was sure his eyes registered a more than slight disappointment that my show had been closed so abruptly. He turned towards the sliding door, took the rood that controlled the louvres, and cranked them until the streams of sunlight were extinguished. He then turned back to me and swallowed deeply before speaking. “Well good morning, “he said. “That’s one helluva way to start the day, wouldn’t you say nephew?” I struggled for something clever or witty or even seductive to say but couldn’t come up with anything. After all, this was the first time my Uncle Cliff and I had ever done anything like this, though the thought had crossed my mind from time to time. From the he was looking at me I figured he had also had some less than uncle-like thoughts about me as well. I suppose I could have made some remark along those lines, but all I could manage was a nod and mutter “Mm hmm.” Uncle Cliff chuckled and began to make his way to the bathroom. His still stiff cock bounced seemingly in slo-motion as he walked, and each move practically had me hypnotized. It also was causing my cock to stir once again from under the sheet. “Better get a move on,” he said reaching the bathroom door. “We have BIG plans today my boy! For today, you embrace what it means to truly be a gay man.” In that moment I didn’t fully grasp what uncle cliff meant by “plans,” but as he closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower, I laid back on my bed with my hands clasped behind my head and began to think of the possibilities. Whatever his plans for the day were, I hoped I was ready. Because the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint my Uncle Cliff.

***The following story was written for me by an admirer I have never met. It was written a few years ago, and has been a cherished momento since then. I hope you enjoy it, and pleas share your thoughts. I imagine.... You are standing before me. I slide my smooth naked and very white body down yours. Tasting, licking and kissing as I go. When I am on my knees, I reach for your hot black dick. I wrap my hand around your hardening cock. Holding it tightly I begin to tug and pull on it.as I do I say how sweet your chocolate inches are and how badly I want your black cock inside me. there is nothing sexier than a delicious dark dick being slid into a wet and white mouth.... a sexy bottom guys mouth.as the head of your dick moistens with pre-cum, i hold them inches to your stomach. Allowing me to bathe your sweet sac with desire. Wet and hot desire from my black cock pleasing mouth. I take turns sucking each nut into my mouth. Licking and tasting each one. They are getting so full. All the while jerking and stroking your manhood. Your hot BBC is sooo hard.... almost begging to be sucked.my tongue dances circles around the head. Flicking ...licking. Tasting. I close my lips around the head tightly. mmmmm.... yes, baby reach down and jerk that dick while my hands hold your hot ass and my mouth and tongue work the head. Ooooh....that’s it holds my head as your start to slide that rock-hard dick into me. I hold your ass tightly as your dick fills my cocksucker. Mmmmm....that’s it pump that BBC into my mouth. You long stroking my face is so fucking hot. gulping, sucking.... making a wet sexy mess out of your dick. you haul that black meat stick out of me. I slide my hand up and down while I say how much I live sucking your big meaty black dick. I push my mouth down onto your dick and suck you off some more. each time a bit more goes in until a need to breathe. There is something so naughty about sucking my mouths wetness off your dick. big thick strands of saliva stretching from my cocksucker to your thick meaty black dick. Mmmmmmm....wrap your hand in my red hair as you tell me how badly you need to cum. fuuuuck yes fuck my face. Your legs stiffen. You moan.my mouth goes down deep. warm sweet cum fills your dick.... I feel it.it shoots from the head as you pull yourself into me. filling my mouth with nutt. every drop goes in. the sucking doesn’t stop. I need to suck you hard again. after all i deserve a ride :-)