THIS STORY IS TOTAL FICTION. Any resemblance to actual people is
unintended, and actually laughable. Like I'm actually going to name or
fashion the characters in this kind of story after real people. Gimme a
break.
THIS STORY CONTAINS GAY SEX, as well as SEX BETWEEN ADULTS AND MINORS. Yes,
sex with minors is illegal... and I do NOT condone it. Yet, you'll probably
watch a TV show tonight that contains another illegal activity, and I doubt
the writers of those stories condone that behavior either. Anyway, please
go away if this subject matter offends you.
Your feedback is appreciated! [email protected]
[[ Please: Looking is fine, fantasizing is great, but NEVER harm a boy and
take away his innocence, as it can never be replaced. ]]
ZACH'S BIG SUV CRUISED DOWN THE HIGHWAY, heading toward the family's
mountain cabin. Beside him sat his nine-year-old nephew, Jesse, whom Zach
was "babysitting" while the boy's parents (Zach's brother and
sister-in-law) were in Hawaii for two weeks.
Jesse was just barely nine, and he'd be starting fourth grade in the
fall. He worshiped his uncle Zach.
Zach was massive--a bodybuilder's bodybuilder. He towered over other
men. Muscles out to here. Tight, small waist, and broad, thick, bulging
shoulders. Pecs that could not be hidden, no matter what kind of clothing
he wore.
Jesse had always been in awe of Zach. Everyone was, actually. The
26-year-old was built like a god. Whenever the family got together for
holidays or whatever, and Jesse would see Uncle Zach, the kid was
mesmerized. Zach was unbelievable. And he was really friendly to Jesse. And
so big. And his muscles rippled everywhere... Jesse just couldn't stop
looking at Zach's huge, broad shoulders and those enormous, rippling
arms. And his legs were huge!
Uncle Zach was friendly and all, but still, Jesse was intimidated. And
awestruck. But no matter how scared he got, Jesse loved to spend time with
him.
The SUV, appropriate for his uncle, Jesse thought, because... yeah,
BIG... rolled down the highway; the mountain was getting closer, and
bigger.
"Should only be about a half hour longer, bud," Zach smiled.
"Okay," Jesse said. They were going to spend the next two weeks
together. Just him and Zach, together at the cabin.
Uncle Zach pulled the rig into the cabin's carport. The place was bigger
than your standard mountain cabin. It was actually bigger than most
houses. The great room was two-stories, with a loft that looked down from
above. At one end was a big river-rock fireplace; in the corner was an
enormous TV; built-in stereo throughout the whole place; hardwood floors
with throw-rugs; mountain-type, big furniture....
Under the loft was the kitchen. Behind the loft, there was a big FROG
(Family Room Over Garage) with more TV, ping pong, a pool
table... everything. Since Dad owned the place jointly with Uncle Zach, the
muscle man had fit out the FROG with a bunch of weights and workout stuff
at one end--but there was still plenty of room for everything else.
There were four bedrooms up, and a couple more down; yeah, the place was
huge. Every bedroom had its own bathroom. They were located pretty close to
skiing in the winter, and in the summer (now) there was a lake
nearby... fishing, canoeing, swimming....
Zach went around the place, checking everything out, turning on the water
under the sinks, checking the thermostat, making sure everything was in
working order.
Jesse dragged his back pack and duffel bag up to the room he usually
took. Undoubtedly, Uncle Zach would take the biggest, "Master" bedroom--one
of the rooms with a king-sized bed. Obviously. Duh.
It was getting close to dinner time, so Zach started moving around in the
kitchen; Jesse sat at the bar, watching. If he could, he'd sit and stare at
his uncle all day long. But he knew there was something weird about
that. Maybe not weird, but... something... different. Jesse was only nine,
but he did feel different from the other boys. He got along with them okay,
but he preferred to play with the girls. He thought the weirdest thing
about himself was that he really liked to watch grown-up guys. Men who
looked strong... who were confident and kind of good looking. So Zach was
everything Jesse liked to watch.
It'd be years before Jesse started thinking about sex things, although he'd
heard from people about it. But yeah, he didn't think about sex at all. He
just wanted to be close to men. And big men the most. Uncle Zach most of
all.
He watched Zach cook dinner, and just couldn't help staring at how many big
muscles he had. And almost no fat. Zach's waist was small, but the rest of
him was huge. Jesse had never seen anyone so big. His arms were like
footballs--only bigger! And Jesse loved looking at Uncle Zach's big
chest. His chest was enormous--it stuck out so much!
Under Uncle Zach's thin T-shirt, Jesse could see all those bulges. Every
muscle tightened and moved with power... life... strength.... Jesse
noticed--he couldn't help but notice--that the short sleeves of Zach's
shirt had to stretch a lot. His muscles were so big!
After dinner Zach suggested they wash the dishes by hand, since it was just
the too of them. While they finished washing, Uncle Zach put his hand in
the water and flicked his fingers to splash droplets of wetness onto
Jesse's arms. And then Zach kinda giggled. Yeah, he giggled! It was fun to
see a big muscle man laugh like that.
Jesse looked up at the tower that smiled down at him. What was it about how
huge and handsome Zach was? Jesse giggled too. And, with a big grin... he
returned the splash at his uncle!
Zach laughed out loud now, and once again Jess marveled at the
feeling... how amazing it felt to make this man... happy!
WHEN THE FUN IN THE KITCHEN WAS DONE, both of them plopped themselves in
the living room. Zach turned on a Netflix show.
Sitting very close to his little nephew, Zach was getting excited. And he
hated himself for that. He'd secretly been looking forward to this time
alone with Jesse, and that bothered him. Fuck, the little boy was so
adorable--so innocent and young. Zach looked down at him sitting really
close. He was getting hard being this close to the boy. Fuck, what was
wrong with him?! This was his brother's nephew!
A few minutes later, after just studying the boy from behind him, Zach's
cock ached in his shorts. He couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled Jess
up onto his lap. Fuck, would the boy notice that he was sitting on a pipe
bomb of a hard cock? Zach hoped not. Yet he hoped so too. Fuck he was
doomed.
Soon it was eight o'clock--time for Jesse to go to bed. "Can't I stay up a
little more? Since it's vacation and stuff?" Jesse whined.
"Not tonight, bud," Zach insisted. "We'll see how you do tomorrow, and
maybe we can set a later bedtime after that." He needed to get the kid in
bed, fast. He was so close to doing something he'd regret....
But who the hell was he kidding.... He knew what he was planning. It was
inevitable--no matter how much he denied what he was thinking, he knew it
was going to happen.
Zach helped Jesse change into his PJs; he knelt right in front of the
nine-year-old and lifted his shirt over his head. Then helped him take off
his pants and underwear. When Jess was totally nude Zach
smiled. Fuuuuuck... all that innocent, perfect, creamy skin. Jesse smiled
back at Zach and the big guy said, "Wow, you are growing up so fast,
Jesse." He took his hands and ran them up and down Jesse's sides, feeling
up the boy's torso, legs, arms.... Fucking god! Zach wanted this kid.
He wanted to delay putting on Jess' PJs as long as possible. He kept
running his hands all over that smooth skin, in front and in back, and on
Jesse's little ass. "You feel so good, Jess," Zach smiled.
"Your hands feel good too, Uncle Zach."
At the encouragement, Zach continued feeling up the boy's naked body. At
some point, he moved his hand down Jesse's leg... on the inside. Then back
up, on the inside. Close to Jesse's privates. Very close. Closer than
normal. Then he brushed the back of his fingers against the boy's little
balls and cock. Innocently, right? If it was the back of your hand, you
weren't really doing anything on purpose, right?
Jesse didn't react. Except... holy fuck the boy was starting to get
hard. Of course, Zach knew that boys can get involuntary erections at any
age. But this was obviously in response to what Zach was doing.
He passed his hand down and up the inside of the boy's leg again. Shit Zach
was as hard as he'd ever been. Little Jesse was so soft, and young....
Fuck. Well, Zach could definitely continue on like this. But he backed
off. Eventually he grabbed the boy's PJs and slipped them on. Jesse brushed
his teeth.
Zach's heart pounded as he pulled the covers of Jesse's bed back and the
kid slipped into the bed. Zach lay down on top of the covers, next to
him. Zach was on his side, facing him. Jesse smelled like soap. Zach
stroked Jesse's hair while the boy lay on his back.
"I'm glad we get to be together for a few weeks," Zach said softly.
"Me too," Jesse said. There was silence for a while, then Jesse said, "It
feels good when you do that."
"I like rubbing your hair," Zach said. "I like... touching you. You are
such a cute little boy."
Jesse smiled.
Then Zach stopped stroking Jesse's hair; he put his big hand right on top
of Jesse's chest. He held it there, very still. "I think I can feel your
heart beat, bud," he smiled.
Jesse turned pink, and his heart beat faster.
Zach shoved his hand under the covers. "Let me see if I can feel your
heartbeat better without anything between you and my hand." He slid his big
hand up inside Jesse's PJ top and rested it on the boy's chest. "Yeah, it's
beating fast. Is it okay that I'm touching you like this? Under your PJs
shirt?"
"Yeah," Jess said. "It feels good. Even your hands are big, Uncle Zach."
Zach chuckled; he kept his hand there a moment.
"Can I feel your muscle, Uncle Zach?" The question was filled with
innocence. Zach had been asked the question countless times... random
little boys would ask him to flex. Jesse frequently asked. And even though
the boys usually said, "Can I feel your muscle," and Zach obviously had
many, big muscles, it was unspoken that they wanted to see and feel Zach's
biceps.
"Sure, bud," Zach smiled. He pulled his hand off of Jesse's chest. He put
his upper arm above the boy's torso, bent it slowly, and then, KABAM! He
popped his biceps into a peak that rivaled mountains.
"Wowwww!" Jesse lifted his hands and surrounded the ball that was easily
bigger than his own head.
Zach was going nuts. Having Jesse move his hands over and around his arms
was so fucking hot.
"Its got... like two... two parts... like a split. Right here," Jesse said,
fingering the very top peak. Indeed, Zach's biceps split--obvious because
of how freakishly lean he was--to show the two heads for which the biceps
is named.
"You like that?" Zach smiled, holding his arm in a tight flex--so tight
that his arm trembled.
"Wowwwww! You are so strong Uncle Zach!"
"Thanks." Zach relaxed his arm. He quickly returned it under Jesse's
covers. "I wanna touch you some more, bud. You are so good to feel." He
moved his hand up, onto Jesse's little torso again... then down to his
tummy, then back up to his chest. Zach stroked his arms. Then his neck.
"Tickles," Jesse giggled.
"Oh really?" Zach teased. "Well, I'll have to remember that, little bud. I
think I might want to find all the places where you're ticklish," he
laughed.
Jesse giggled some more. "I guess you can tickle me. But... I want to
tickle you too."
Zach's hand stopped on Jess' chest. "Oh?" His smile was big. "Well, that
sounds fun. But for now, it's time to relax, not get all excited and loud."
He moved his hand over Jesse's torso some more... slowly. "Your heart is
beating fast, and it needs to slow down for you to go to sleep."
"Oh. Okay."
Zach moved his big hand over and around Jesse's little body. Fuck, this
wasn't right. He should NOT be getting so fucking turned on by this! But he
couldn't help it. He wanted to violate this little boy so fucking
bad. Touching Jesse like this was driving him insane with desire. But
NO. He had to stop!
Yet... he slowly moved his hand down toward where Jesse's waist was. Zach's
hand dwarfed the boy's body. He leaned forward and kissed Jesse's
forehead. When he pulled his lips off, he moved his hand down lower... on
to... Jesse's private area. On the outside of the boy's PJs.
Jesse didn't move.
Zach kept his hand there for a minute. Right on top of Jesse's
crotch. "Wow," Zach said softly, squeezing Jesse's genitals through the
flannel. Then, he moved his had up, back onto Jesse's chest. He leaned
forward and gave Jesse another peck of a kiss on his forehead, then said,
"You are growing up so fast, little bud. It feels like you're going to be a
big guy down there... as you grow up."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Your penis and testicles seem pretty nice. Is it all right if I feel
you more down there? If you don't want me to, it's okay."
"Oh...."
"It's okay, bud." He continued to move his hand up and down his little
nephew's creamy skin, on his torso. "If you want me to see how big you're
getting down there, I could check it out more closely."
"Oh... well...."
"And maybe later, I'd let you check mine out." He paused a moment. "If you
want." His heart was going to beat out of his chest. He was as hard as
glass, he wanted to touch this boy so bad. Fuck he was going insane with
desire for this kid.
"Your privates?"
"If you want."
"Okay."
"Okay," Zach smiled. "How about I check you out tonight; I can touch your
privates and let you know what I think. Then tomorrow night you can touch
mine, and you can tell me what you think of them." He was going to faint
from the excitement coursing through his veins.
"Okay."
Zach slipped his big paw down, inside Jesse's PJs belt line. Slowly. He
paused just before touching Jesse's genitals, leaving his fingers close,
but not touching it. He slid his hand down inside Jesse's thigh--still not
touching the goods. He caressed the inside of the boy's legs for what
seemed like forever. "You have such smooth skin, Jess. I like touching
you."
"I like you touching me."
"Good." He brought his fingers close... he brushed them against the boy's
little peepee. "Okay, let's see about this," he said matter-of-fact. He
moved his hand on top of Jesse's tiny cock and balls and started
fondling. He assessed the boy's penis, then each ball. "Niiice," he
smiled. Jesse smiled back. "You have a nice set of balls with your cock,
Jess. I know you're going to be a really big man."
"Really?"
"Mmm hmm." He kept playing. He kissed the boy's forehead. "Is this okay?
That I'm touching you here? Because I really like it. It's kind of fun
playing with you like this."
"Yeah, I like it too."
"Good." Zach smiled. "This is very personal, something just between you and
me, okay?"
"Yeah."
"You are getting hard here," he squeezed Jesse's little pecker. "Do you get
hard like this very often?"
"Sometimes."
Zach kept fondling the kid's genitals... all over... a long time....
"Sometimes it just gets hard on its own," Jesse offered while his big uncle
molested him, "and sometimes... well... it gets hard when... you come to
our house...."
"Really?" Zach tried to act nonchalant.
"...or when I see you sometimes."
"I get it," Zach smiled. "That makes me feel good... that you get hard when
you see me. That's so cool, bud."
"Rea--I mean, I thought that would make you mad," Jesse said softly.
Zach chuckled and squeezed the boy's tiny nuts. "No, it makes me happy to
know, bud. Never mad. I'm glad you felt like you could tell me. It's
totally a good thing, as far as I'm concerned." He literally felt the boy
relax.
Jesse sighed. "I'm glad it's okay... because I can't really make it stop
sometimes."
"I know, bud. That's normal. You can't always control when you get
hard. And just between you and me--you can't tell anyone--I get hard when
I'm around you too, bud."
"Really?" Jesse turned his face to Zach's, surprise all over his face.
"You bet! A lot of the time!"
"Wow!"
"In fact, being able to touch you like this makes me really hard too--right
now." Zach confessed.
He was going straight to hell. Saint Peter wouldn't even let him NEAR the
gates of Heaven. He wasn't gonna see no Pearly Gates; no pearly nothin'.
"Wow. Can I see?"
Zach's blood flowed through his body--especially to his cock--as if it were
a flooding river. "Well, like I said, how about you get to do this to me
tomorrow night, okay?"
Jesse sighed, obviously disappointed.
Zach chuckled, his hand still fondling Jesse. "That way you'll really look
forward to it. And I will too. I'm looking forward to having you touch me
there. And you telling me what you think about it."
"I think it's gonna be big--like the rest of you, Uncle Zach."
Zach laughed. "Well, I think you're probably right about that."
After a few moments of silence, Jess said, "I like you touching me. It
feels really good. It makes me stay really hard, and that feels good."
"Mmmm..." Zach moaned. "Good. I like making you feel good, Jess. You are so
special. I just love my little nephew." He leaned in and kissed Jesse on
the lips. He broke the kiss and asked, "Do you know what Frenching is?"
Jesse shook his head.
"It's when you kiss, and you stick your tongue inside the other person's
mouth. It's a very special kind of kissing. Only people who really love
each other do it."
"You love me? I mean... I know you do but...."
"I do love you, buddy. So much. And French kissing is a way we can show how
much we love each other. A lot of time, people who get hard with the other
person like to French with them. Can I show you? It's really fun."
"Okay."
Zach was THIS FAR from climbing in bed with the boy and fucking the
daylights out of his ass. But not now. He needed some self-control. That
would have to wait. Plus, making himself wait was so fucking hawt that he
thought he'd spontaneously combust.
For now, his tongue pushed Jesse's mouth open and began exploring. Jesse
lay still. Zach's hand caressed and tickled the boy's cock and balls while
he kissed. He was careful to make it a smooth and easy experience. And
apparently it was, because while he fondled and played with the kid's dick
and balls, and Frenched his mouth, Jesse started poking his tongue inside
Zach's mouth.
Fuuuuuucck. Zach thought he might come, just by THINKING it.
Jesse smelled so much of little boy innocence. His mouth tasted so fucking
good! He'd never done this with a boy. Never. He'd thought about it,
countless times. Even done some jerking off--mostly over
Jesse-fantasies. Yet most of Zach's spank bank was filled with images of
big, buff, ripped guys like himself--even though he was bigger than
pretty-much all of `em by now.
Since he was about 16, Zach knew he was going to be a huge man. He had the
genetics of a god. And he'd always lusted over muscle men. The obsessions
with muscles had started when he was even younger than Jesse was now; it
really came to a head (so to speak) when he started through puberty. When
he joined a gym during his high school years, he'd been fucked by a few of
the regulars there--big guys. He didn't think it was forced or anything; he
liked it. Anyway, yeah, big buff guys loved Zach's body. He'd been with
quite a few muscle studs over the years. And now, he was bigger'n all of
them.
But this was... so insanely hot! Being with Jess. Touching him where he
should not be touching.
The two of them continued kissing, tonguing.
Jesse put his hands on Zach now. And fuck if that wasn't the best thing
ever. The boy felt Zach's upper body, over his T-shirt: Zach's broad, thick
shoulders... his big arms... his immense chest. Fuuuuck.
Zach kept his long fingers on Jesse's balls, playing with them while his
thumb slowly rubbed up and down the boy's erection. He molested him like
this for a fucking lo