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Enjoy. ***** It was a little weird to walk bareass through the rec room, Cooper thought, but kind of liberating too. A little thrill. Even weirder to be doing it while following Uncle Linc to the guest bedroom, but that was even more liberating. He felt the good glow of a good hard cum still all over him, and behind that another wave of excitement building, as his eyes tracked over the man’s powerful back and shoulders, the swells of his ass in his well-worn sweats. The strange thing was, that should’ve been the weirdest thing of all, knowing he and his uncle were going to fool around some more — shit, not even “fooling around”, that’s what they’d been doing before, on the couch, when they’d been handling each other’s hard cocks and sucking hungrily on each other’s tongues. Before Uncle Linc had stood him up, dropped to his knees before him, and swallowed his cock, and then every drop of his load. Yeah, they’d left “fooling around” well and truly behind — now they were *fucking* around, even if fucking wasn’t ultimately where they’d wind up. But Cooper knew, deep down, that’s where this was going. Uncle Linc had all but said it to his face. It was a promise, just about, hanging heavy and hot in the air between them, and just contemplating it, Cooper could feel his cock stirring again, his heart racing, his insides tightening up with anticipation. Linc paused at the wet bar to refill their glasses with whatever he’d poured them earlier, but Cooper was already working a light buzz, a combo of the liquor he’d already drunk, the headiness of the sex they’d already had, and the heavy vibes flowing between them. He paused behind Linc, then after a moment stepped in close behind the man. Linc’s big shoulders squared a little in anticipation, and when Cooper’s tentative hands touched the man’s hips, he let out a low warm murmur of approval, arching his back a little as Cooper squeezed lightly. “This is… fun,” Cooper said, and that really wasn’t the right word for it, but it’d have to do for now. “Thanks for… y’know… letting me…” “I’m in this just as much as you are, bud,” Linc said, looking over his shoulder at him with that slanted grin, shifting his hips back a little into Cooper, letting his strong ass graze Cooper’s front, stirring his cock even further. “Two to tango, right?” “I guess so,” Cooper grinned, and then after another pause, leaned in and pressed his lips to Linc’s shoulder, right at the end of his trap, bringing another warm murmur from the man. Linc finished pouring the drinks, then slowly turned to face Cooper, still smiling, but with that serious look in his eyes. “This is one of those points again,” he said. “We can stop, right here. No judgment. Doesn’t have to be weird. Like I said…” “Just a couple buds, fooling around,” Cooper finished for him, grinning. Fuck, that was such a powerful notion, that this strong, confident, hot guy he’d quietly idolized so long might consider him a bud, not just a kid, not just his nephew. His hands found Linc’s hips again, squeezing, and the way the man licked his lower lip told him the way was clear. “It’s not weird for me,” Cooper said, and that was the surprising part — fucking around with his own uncle really wasn’t weird. Hell, he’d thought about it long and often enough, since last Christmas, when the man had jacked him off the first time. Maybe it was because Uncle Linc wasn’t much of a fixture in their family life, rarely around, just a hot, mysterious kind of figure on the periphery of the family, in so many ways. Maybe it was because the older he got, the closer to true manhood he came, the more Cooper saw the ways he and Uncle Linc were alike. Never more so than now, apparently, with his cock rising, squeezing the man’s solid hips, knowing he could probably taste his own cum still on Linc’s tongue if he kissed him. Yeah. It wasn’t weird for him at all, really. Just the opposite. “If anything, it’d be kinda weird to stop, right?” Cooper said, his hands starting to rub Linc’s hips experimentally, slipping up under the loose hem of his shirt, feeling the warm, firm skin there. “Yeah, you think so?” Linc said, taking a sip on his drink, his eyes green and measured as they gazed into Cooper’s. Cooper nodded in reply, slipped his hands up under Linc’s shirt a little more so they were full of flesh now. “Yeah, I mean… you already sucked my cock, right?” Cooper said, blushing a little, feeling a little daring and a lot sexy, talking this way. “Swallowed my load. You’ve got me in you, now.” “That I do,” Linc grinned, lifting his chin a little, almost like a challenge. “Quite a lot of you, stud.” Cooper tried not to beam like a little kid at that, biting his lip to stop it, focusing on that new manly instinct that had been forming in him lately, and especially strongly tonight. “Could have more in me in you, if you wanted,” he said, unable to help the blush on his cheeks. This was a new way for him to be, and he felt a little bit like a kid playing dress-up in his daddy’s clothes. But at the same time, it felt like a good fit for him, too. Something he was growing into, real fast. The flare in Linc’s eyes and the way his grin widened told him so. “‘Cuz it seems like maybe you want that, Unc,” Cooper finished, his voice all husky now, leaning in close to brush his lips against Linc’s, heart starting to pump hard again. Linc’s lips were somehow both soft and firm, supple and muscular, and the easy way they met his told Coop he was right on track with everything he’d been thinking and feeling, about himself and the man he was kissing. He gripped Linc’s hips tighter and slid his tongue inside his hot uncle’s mouth, loving the soft way the man grunted. And just as he’d suspected, he could still taste the tang of his cum in Linc’s mouth, mixed with the woody smoke of the liquor, growing stronger and tangier as their spit flowed. Linc cupped the back of his head encouragingly and titled his own to one side, giving Cooper more access to his hot mouth, meeting Cooper’s tongue with his enthusiastically. It was Cooper’s turn to moan now as his cock flexed into full hardness in response to the kiss, clutching the man’s hips and pulling them harder into him so he could show him just how much he loved all this, how much he wanted it. How much more he was ready for. Linc’s other hand found Cooper’s bare ass and grabbed hold of it, squeezing the hard flex of his glute as Linc humped his own hard cock into him, the big hard bulge pulsing through layers of fabric as the man took Cooper’s tongue eagerly, hungrily. It was a kiss of pure manly hunger, passionate and lusty, not the least bit tentative, a statement of intent. It burned hot and hard, like the flesh of Cooper’s cock when Linc’s hand slipped between them to take hold of it, grunting into his nephew’s searching mouth. The man took one of Cooper’s hands off his hip and guided it down between them, to that big, pressing bulge in his sweats, throbbing himself against Cooper’s palm when he clutched it instinctively. “That answer enough for you, bud?” Linc growled against his lips, their panting breath mixing together. “No,” Cooper said, surprising himself as much as it did Linc. The man half-smirked at him, but his eyes were fiery, alive with lust and challenge. Cooper slid his hand along the hard bulge like it was his own, feeling no longer completely in control of himself. Feeling like the man growing fast inside him was here now, taking the reins, ready to lead the way a little more. “I want you to tell me, Uncle Linc. What you want.” He was surprised at how steady his voice sounded, not at all nervous or uncertain. Quietly strong. He looked down at his hand as it moved slowly along Linc’s big bulge, his thumb seeming to stroke over the shape of the head of its own accord. Looked up at the man again, looked him in the eyes, in a way he hoped was respectful but steady. There was a stretch of quiet between them before Linc spoke up, his voice deep and low and husky. “You said you weren’t a virgin, right?” he asked, and Cooper nodded. “But there are things you want to try.” Cooper nodded again, continuing to stroke along the length of him in his sweats. Linc took his other hand, guided it from his hip and around, over the strong swell of his ass, smiling when Cooper squeezed the muscle reflexively. “I want to show you some of those things, bud,” Linc said. “Things I can do for you, and things you can do for me.” “Like what,” Cooper said, almost in a trance, but he didn’t need Linc to say them. A man knew these things. Him and Uncle Linc knew each other now. That much he was sure of. He gasped as Linc’s hand wrapped more firmly round his cock and stroked its hard length slowly. “Come on, and I’ll show you,” he said, stepping away from the wet bar, leading Cooper by the cock to the guest bedroom. It was a short trip, but by the time they got in there, Cooper was on fire, full of something he’d never truly felt, not this intensely. It was the way Linc had taken him by the cock and led him, on top of all the stuff they’d already been doing, one more powerfully masculine connection and contact between them. He just wanted to grab izmit escort bayan hold of his uncle, this rugged, hunky, manly dude, get his hands all over him and explore him, slide against him, get as much of his muscle and skin and power as he could, while he could. The guy would be gone again in a couple days, and who knew when he’d get to see him again. He’d be leaving Cooper behind a changed man, a man in all kinds of ways, and it was almost a struggle for Cooper to try and keep a lid on all the crazy intense things he was thinking and feeling. Wanting, most of all. Linc seemed attuned to all of that in him, on the same wavelength, his green eyes hungry and sparking, that cool smile he usually deployed wider, fuller, hotter now than usual. He was ready for Cooper to grab hold of him, pull him close, ready for Cooper’s hungry, panting kiss. He had a look of almost satisfaction on his ruggedly handsome face, that sense of knowing, of encouragement too. It just fired Cooper up even more as his hands groped the man’s solid, powerful body, plucking at his loose clothing, no plan in mind, no agenda except just to get at him and stoke that fire even further. He liked to think of himself as a polite kind of guy, good-mannered, respectful. But that guy was still on the couch, or maybe even still upstairs. Cooper was another guy right now, another man, in the company of someone who embodied all that and was turning it on him now, sparking him up, encouraging him to ride it, explore it, be it. Free to be himself, in a way he never knew he could be until tonight. Maybe that was the most exciting thing about tonight, what was firing him up so fucking much right now — the freedom. Linc gave back as good as he got, those big, strong, rugged hands all over Cooper’s naked form, squeezing his flesh, his muscles, groping him wantonly as he kissed back, hungry and wet and rumbling with pleasure and excitement. Cooper got his hands up beneath Linc’s shirt, pushing and tugging as they made out hard, and Linc chuckled into his mouth, sucked harder on his tongue, and lifted his big arms up to help Cooper strip it off him. They broke the kiss to let the shirt come up over his head, Cooper tossing it hastily to the floor, and he took a moment to savor the sight of his uncle’s chest. He hadn’t seen him shirtless in a long time, not since the summer he was 13, and he remembered how captivated he’d been by the man back then. His easygoing kind of swagger, his physical confidence, the power of the muscles rippling under his tanned skin. Linc had never been hugely muscled, but he was solid and powerful, a three-sport athlete in high school and a soldier for years after that, and it all showed in his body. Still did, years later, now with a kind of solidity to him as he approached middle age, a certain thickness to him that just amplified the shape and power of his muscles, gave him even more presence than the man who’d sparked Cooper’s 13-year-old imagination, and a thousand stroke fantasies ever since. Cooper could feel that same vibe now, the power of Linc’s physicality hitting him with that same trucklike force. Seeing him shirtless on the boat all those years ago had been a kind of awakening for Cooper back then, and it was almost like a second awakening now. The man who’d kickstarted his sexual adolescence was back to push him further, into manhood now, and Cooper wasn’t sure if he wanted to wrap his arms round him and thank him, or wrap his hand round his cock and push him towards the bed. He went with the second option. Thanks were for later. Right now, he looked up at Linc, looking for permission. The man grinned and nodded, reading him perfectly, and Cooper’s hands reached out to feel his body. The firm, prominent mounds of his pecs, crowned with stiff, dark-pink nipples, a thick thatch of dark, curly hair foresting the valley between them. The shape of his abs, still prominent on his now-thicker core, more of that dark fur curling down them, fanning out across his stomach, down into the low-riding, heavily tented sweats hanging off his solid ex-jock hips. His big, rounded shoulders that cascaded down into heavy biceps and those thick, muscle-chunky forearms. A wrestler’s forearms, tanned deep brown by years out in the sun, corded and pocked and scarred from old fights and hard-fought battles far away. Cooper’s hands traveled over all that varied terrain, committing as much as he could to memory, and then reached for Linc’s sweats. This time he didn’t look for permission, he just went for it, and Linc’s lusty chuckle told him he was right to trust his instincts. Cooper pushed them down efficiently, revealing a plain white pair of Hanes boxer briefs, workmanlike and unshowy, and absolutely stuffed with hard, straining cock. They clung to a pair of thick, powerful thighs, just as darkly hairy as his forearms, the kind of legs Cooper had been pushing extra hard in the weightroom trying to build for himself. “Fuck,” he grunted to himself, licking his lower lip as he took it all in, and Linc just chuckled again. “Thanks, kid,” he said, and this time kid sparked a different kind of response in Cooper. Made him feel even hungrier, somehow, amped up that hot current of manly lust between them. Made him feel like a guy with something to prove, something to show, something he wanted to be. “Lookin’ mighty fine yourself, stud,” Linc added, reaching out to stroke-squeeze Cooper’s flanks, feeling up his chest with a touch that was both powerful and playful at once, and fuck, where had this kind of easygoing, natural-feeling masculine connection been all Cooper’s young life? Cooper went with that vibe, giving Linc a grin that was half-shy, half-proud. He was bigger, stronger, more powerful than that skinny kid back on the boat, a kid Linc would never have paid any mind to, not like this. But the man sure was now, with that assured, skilled, knowing touch of his, eyes cataloguing all the ways Cooper had gotten bigger, more manly. More ready, that was for damn sure, and they both knew it. The part of his brain that was still processing logic told him Linc had known Cooper was ready since the minute he’d pulled up in the driveway yesterday and seen him waiting on the front step. Cooper leaned in and kissed him, his hands reaching for Linc’s powerful ass, squeezing and palming it, before tugging on the Hanes covering it. Linc grunted approval, cupped the back of his head and set his tongue loose exploring Cooper’s mouth, long, slow, swirling, intent swipes of his tongue, strong and sensual at once. Cooper did his best to match them, and he felt like he was doing a pretty damn good job of it, based on the response of Linc’s tongue, working even more hungrily on his mouth, thick fingers clutching the back of his head tighter, the spit flowing heavy between them now. He could feel the heat of Linc’s crotch as he worked his Hanes down, and then the hard press of the man’s flesh against his thigh, thick and pulsing and slick-sticky with precum. Cooper felt the moan rising in his chest, hungry and needful, as he yanked the man’s undies halfway down his thighs and grabbed hold of his hips, pulling their cocks together, making them both moan as Linc’s hips ground his hardon against Cooper’s. They rocked together, the room full of the wet sounds of their kissing, their grunts and moans, the smacking sounds of hands on flesh as they grabbed hold of each other’s asses and pulled in tight, hot and close, all primal intensity and need. It was Cooper who steered them onto the bed, Linc moving easily with him, no resistance, just a rumble of encouragement into his mouth as they fed on each other’s tongues and spit. Cooper ground up against the guy’s powerful frame while they made out, thrilling to the way Linc’s big arms wrapped round him and seemed to spur him on, the man’s hips rocking up against him as they got lost in each other for a few long minutes. “Damn,” Linc grunted, voice thick, when they finally parted lips, those green eyes looking up at him with a crazy thrilling mix of lust and warmth. “`Damn’ yourself, Unc,” Cooper grinned, pushing up on his hands and easing back a little, keeping their cocks close to each other as he straddled the man. “Look at you, bud,” Linc growled, stroking hands all over Cooper’s back and flanks, eyes roaming over him as he grinned. “Little man’s a big man now, huh?” Fuck, Linc had a way about him, like he was stroking you from the inside out. Cooper had never gotten to experience it before, but he was getting it with both barrels now, and he found himself soaking every bit of it up, hungry for more. The way Linc had revived that old nickname for him, “little man,” and turned it into something deeply sensual, something very special just for them, just amped those feelings up inside him even more. “Guess I am,” he said, feeling the unavoidable blush on his cheeks. “Big like you, Unc.” “Just like me,” Linc nodded, those powerful hands roving over Cooper’s biceps, up to his shoulders, reaching up for the back of his head as he leaned up close. “More than you think, I bet,” he rumbled low and deep, his lips buzzing Cooper’s before giving him another searching, deep, but quick kiss. Cooper had to stop himself from mindlessly continuing to hump against Linc, or else he was gonna cum again, too soon. He shuffled back, feeling the hard length of Linc’s cock dragging up under his balls, then over them, sliding up over his stomach. He ran his hands over the man’s powerful muscles, hard steel padded with a little bit of mature beef, wondering if he’d look this good when he hit his forties. And then he looked further down over the muscled swell of the man’s stomach, saw his cock standing proud, the tip gleaming with precum, and felt his mouth literally water. He’d thought about sucking cock for a long time now, had a couple of furtive attempts at it, and was still all kinds of curious. But there was no need to be furtive now. The room was all lit up, his uncle was laid back easily before him, grinning, tucking one hand behind his head, the picture of a man perfectly izmit eve gelen escort at ease being naked and hard with another guy. One of the biggest thrills about tonight — and there were so many, God — was knowing he didn’t have to be shy about who he was, and what he wanted. Uncle Linc had put it all on the table, and invited him to join him and dig in. ‘All you can eat,’ Cooper thought to himself with a smile, reaching down to take Linc’s cock in his grasp and stroke it. “What?” Linc asked with an amused grin, watching him smile. “Nothin’,” Cooper said, shaking his head, stroking the man’s hard flesh slowly. “Just havin’ a great time, that’s all.” “Me too, bud, me too,” Linc said, nodding. “Plenty of it left, stud. Enjoy it.” Linc was reading him like a book, and Cooper blushed a little at that, but fuck it. That was just something he’d have to get over, and some other time, because right now, there were more important things at hand. Literally, in this case, as he watched his fist stroking Linc’s precum-streaked cock. He licked his lips, and his body was shifting down, sprawling out, draping across Linc’s powerful, furry thighs all on its own. Up close, Cooper felt a little nervous again, as he took in the sight of the man’s cock, the smell of it, the musky heat emanating from it. Linc wasn’t big like a porn star or anything, but he had a nice solid cock, what seemed to Cooper’s untrained eye like a nice combo of length and girth, a cock that felt real good in the hand. It was a man’s cock, and Cooper was starting to see just how much like it his own was, and that filled him with a new kind of pride, knowing he could compare favorably with this hot fucking guy. It was a cock he suddenly wanted to taste, a powerful urge welling up inside of him from someplace deep he hadn’t much explored, before tonight at least. More than just taste, actually — a cock he wanted to savor. The first swipe of his tongue up the underside of it was tentative, but excited too, and immediately the complex mix of flavors filled his mouth and made it water more. Linc’s cock was salty and musky, somehow richer than he figured his own must be. He tasted… powerful, like a man, natural and layered, and the taste of him made Cooper want to seek out more. So he did, longer and longer licks as he held it tentatively in his hand, exploring it with his tongue, finding new layers of taste and sensation as he worked his tongue over and all around the tip, the rich mineral tang of Linc’s precum joining the mix now. “Yeah, buddy, go for it,” Linc murmured, all warm and husky, his big hand coming to rest on Cooper’s head easily. ‘Fuck, I’m sucking dick!’ Cooper thought to himself as he took the head in his mouth, feeling that weird rush inside of him. He’d thought the same thing the other couple times he’d done it, all nervous and tentative, with another nervous and tentative but excited young guy just like him. It was weird, though — this time he really didn’t feel all that nervous, and the only reason he was being tentative was because he knew he still had a lot of learning to do about sucking cock, and he didn’t want to fuck it up and scrape Linc’s cock with his teeth, or go too far, too fast and choke on him, fuck up his flow before it even got going. ‘Keep breathing through your nose… watch your teeth… think about what feels good when somebody does it to you…’ he thought as he worked. He looked up the length of Linc’s torso, saw the easy, encouraging way the man smiled down at him as he watched him, felt the oddly gentle trace of his fingers through his hair, and Cooper wanted to do so good for him, all of a sudden. It was a whole different energy to what he’d been feeling when he’d taken hold of his uncle’s handsome head and fucked his mouth before, but he found himself liking the way the two vibes complemented each other, fused into something even bigger, deeper, hotter. Cooper closed his eyes, gripped the base of Linc’s cock, and focused on the slide of his lips over the gnarled, veined terrain of his shaft, the taste of the man rich and potent on his tongue as it followed his lips. His mouth and nose were full of the flavor of Linc’s maleness, and now his head was too as he murmured to himself and worked his way down, testing his limits, pushing himself further and further. He guessed he’d been wanting this since that day on the boat years ago, when the sight of his shirtless uncle had seemed to blindside him all of a sudden, hit some switch deep within him that had changed his view of himself and this sexy dude for good. He was glad it had, and even gladder to be doing this with him, at long last. It was everything he’d hoped for, he realized, but also nothing like he’d imagined, even when he’d been clumsily blowing those other couple dudes and imagining it was Linc inside his mouth, clutching his head, urging him on… Now it was Linc holding his head, starting to murmur and moan as Cooper worked his lips down to where his fist was wrapped round the base, then back up again. He remembered to let plenty of spit go, coating the man’s shaft, working it in with his lips and tongue as more flowed over the hot, salty flesh. Every downstroke that he didn’t choke on was an opportunity to go a little deeper, and now Cooper was picking up a rhythm, his fist starting to join the party too, stroking up as his mouth worked the upper stretch of Linc’s cock. He could feel the surprised kind of pleasure of finding he could accomplish something much more easily than he thought he would, and that just made him want to do even better. “Fuck, buddy, yeah, that’s real fuckin’ nice,” Linc half-moaned, clutching his head a little tighter in a friendly, encouraging way, and that thrilled Cooper deep inside. The man’s husky grunts and moans and murmurs added to the lewd, wet, increasingly sloppy sounds of Cooper blowing him, filling the room, the sounds of sex adding to the sensations of doing it, the intensity of it all. Cooper picked up the pace as he got more comfortable with the rhythm, reaching under himself with his free hand to find himself super hard yet again, pressed up against Linc’s steely, hairy leg, hard and starting to leak a little now too, and god damn but he felt like such a man right then. A man who could find pleasure with another man, make him feel good and enjoy it in return, freely, no hangups, no hassles, and now he knew that was all he really wanted out of life. The joy of this, and finding more of it, with other guys like him, wherever and whenever they could. What a way to be, just like he knew Uncle Linc was, and just like he would be from now on too, he decided. He had no idea how long he’d been going at it, but it must have been a minute, based on the way his jaw and tongue were starting to twinge a little, when Linc tapped him on the shoulder. He opened his eyes and looked up at the man, smiling down at him as he worked up and down. “C’mon up here,” Linc said, nodding his head up. “Let me get another piece of you while you do your thing, bud.” Cooper came up off his cock with a wet, smacking pop that made him snort with sudden suppressed laughter, it was so perfectly porny. Linc looked amused and hungry at the same time as he watched Cooper lick his swollen lips and smile at him. The man reached for him, slipping his hands around his flanks and guiding him, Cooper just a step behind but catching up fast as he figured out where Linc was going with it. His heart raced a little more as he turned, guided into the 69, and then Linc was pushing his thighs apart and diving in. Cooper moaned as the man’s lips and tongue hit the suddenly super-sensitive skin of his inner thighs, and gasped when they met his balls, kissing and licking them. He rode the wave starting to build in him again as the man lapped at him, turning to kiss Linc’s hip, nuzzling through his thick, dark, musky bush. “Hell yeah,” Linc growled from between his thighs. “Damn fine ass on you. Knew you would, stud.” He gave the flesh of Cooper’s ass a light slap that made it tingle, made Cooper tighten it up, which just made Linc growl again. “Guess it runs in the family, huh Unc?” Cooper said, blushing a little, but grinning back at the man as he squeezed the muscles tight again. He wasn’t generally a showy kind of guy, but what the hell. Seemed like the right way to go, in the moment. “Sure does, bud,” Linc said with a sly wink. “Got it from your Daddy, for sure. And from me, too.” He leaned in to press his lips to one mostly smooth cheek as Cooper shivered, from the sensation and the words. Then the man went in further, and Cooper took his uncle’s hard, curved cock back in his hand, and the two men went back to work on each other, together. The sensation of Linc’s tongue lapping at his taint made him grind his ass back against the man’s face. He could hear Linc’s muffled chuckle as he moaned around the man’s cock, and then moaned harder when his tongue licked up the cleft of his ass, and then again. Linc’s big hands took hold of his ass and eased him open, thumbs digging into his flesh like steel grips spreading him, and then there was more of his tongue, long and wet and wide, digging into a place nobody else ever went. “Shitttttt…” Cooper growled, Linc’s cock spitsoaked in his fist now as he tried to look over his shoulder at what his uncle was doing. He could only see the top of his head, trying to burrow into him, and then Linc’s stubbled chin grazed the underside of his balls as his tongue lapped at Cooper’s hole, all he could do was moan again and pump more precum onto the man’s skin. ‘So this is what getting eaten out feels like,’ he thought to himself with a grin, biting his lip and closing his eyes, just savoring the new feeling, getting more intense the more Linc went at him. He kept stroking the man’s cock, trying not to reach for his own too, because then it’d all be over in a couple of minutes, max, and that was the last thing he wanted right now. Instead, he got to thinking about Linc’s ass, which he knew from manhandling it izmit otele gelen escort while they made out a little while ago was strong, round with muscle but kind of supple too, coated in the same dark fur as carpeted the man’s chest and stomach, his arms and thighs. Started wondering how it might taste. How it might feel pressed up against his face, like his own was trying its damndest to do to Linc right now. He found himself leaning in to lick along Linc’s inner thigh, close to his balls, that zone of heady musk and sweat, filling his nose with the humid tang of it as he licked and kissed his way beyond Linc’s cock, doing his best to get even closer, even deeper into the man. He wanted to go as deep as he could get. A line he’d read in a porn story a few years back came to him: “I don’t fuck what I won’t eat.” He felt the same prickling heat in his chest as he had when he’d read it, and did his best to lick his way into Uncle Linc, the way the man was licking into him. Turned out the best way to do that was with Linc on his belly, ass up in the air, riding the edge of the bed. Cooper had taken Linc’s hips in his hands and moved him around with the confidence of someone who knew what he was doing, but he was operating on pure instinct now. This was all new territory for him, but he’d seen it done, and he knew what he wanted. Knew what his uncle wanted too, that the man was hungry for the same things he was, just in different ways. Cooper hunkered down behind him, squatting like the catchers on his team did, and stroked his hands over the firm, furred mounds of the muscled ass being presented to him, taking in the sight and the feel of another man’s ass for the first time. “Fuck, you got a nice ass, Unc,” he murmured, taking in the shape and feel of it with his eyes and his exploring hands. He blushed at saying the words aloud, complimenting another man’s body like that. But it was the truth, and if there was one thing he was sure of about being a man, it was that it meant telling the truth, and not being ashamed of it. Linc arched his back a little more, presenting himself to his nephew even more, the muscles of his strong tail flexing, creating deep hollows on each side that Cooper’s hands found their way to instinctively. “Yeah, you like?” his uncle said, looking over his shoulder with a lusty edge to his smile. “Good. Go ahead… dig in, bud.” Fuck, Cooper was so hooked. He nodded, dug his long ballplayer’s fingers into the man’s flesh, pushed one of his powerful thighs up a little more, then licked his lips and dug in. Linc tasted… Cooper couldn’t think of a neat way to describe it, except for “like man.” He was clean, warm, smelling faintly of the soap in the guest bathroom. Cooper knew he’d taken a shower earlier this evening — he’d been waiting to take his own, listening to the sound of the water in the pipes flowing to the bathroom down here, sitting at his desk in his room upstairs, trying not to think about his uncle in the shower, the water flowing over his strong, manly body, and failing pretty badly. So he knew Linc was clean, and he smelled clean, but kind of… lived-in too, a couple hours out from that shower, his own natural musk starting to reassert itself. No traces of deodorant, just something rich and warm and musky to him, and even more so down here, deep in the dark furred crevice between the round, firm globes of his ass. The smell filled Cooper’s nose and mouth at the same time, and he closed his eyes and drank it in, let it fog up in his head as he pressed deeper, licking, lapping, tasting him. He’d been a little worried about this, that it might smell or taste bad, but he was surprised at the feelings Linc’s taste stirred up in him, as the man grunted his approval and edged his ass back against his face, his mouth, his tongue more firmly. Cooper took it as a signal to lick deeper at him, letting his instincts take over from his lack of experience, finding the groove all on his own. He savored the muskiness, the tickle of the man’s fur against his face, and then he came to the tight knot of Linc’s asshole. It was like his tongue came alive even more, as alive and eager as his cock was, like Linc’s tight hole was a puzzle it was determined to solve, to complete. He felt more than heard the low rumble coming up from deep in his chest as he pressed in, fingers digging deeper into the supple-steely flesh of Linc’s glutes, and the man moaned back in reply above him, pushing his ass back some more, his hole seeming to kiss at Cooper’s tongue. But maybe that was just his imagination talking. It had been doing that a lot lately, when it came to Uncle Linc. ‘You’re Frenching his fuckin’ hole dude,’ he thought, trying hard to suppress the fit of boyish giggles that spurred inside him. Instead he went with it, kissed Linc’s tight, now spit-wet hole with intent, like he’d kissed his mouth earlier, and hoped to do again before the night was out. He licked around and over the pulsing knot of muscle that was the gateway to Linc’s core, teasing it, tasting it, then pressing it. He worked the man open with his tongue, and then all of a sudden he was in him, in the most intimate way. The taste intensified, a newer, sharper, more potent note to it now that he’d never imagined before, and now all of a sudden he couldn’t imagine not tasting it, savoring it, letting it sharpen the abundant spit flowing from his mouth, over his tongue, bathing the insides of Linc’s hole. “Fuck yesssss…” Linc hissed, and Cooper felt the man’s hand cup the back of his head and push him in deeper. Cooper growled up inside him in response and licked harder at him, those instincts he’d never known he had firing strong now, spurring him on as he ate his sexy uncle out. He’d eaten pussy once or twice before, but this was something different, somehow more carnal and intense, on a deeper level altogether. Cooper fucking loved it, and now he could clearly see more of this in his sexual future, much more of it. He inhaled the man’s scent, rolled his taste around on his tongue, and probed in as deep as he could, licking at the hot, slick flesh, moving his tongue around, suckling with his lips, every moan and grunt and lusty curse from the man he was devouring just making him want to go even further, deeper, wetter. Something about being face-deep in Uncle Linc’s ass made Cooper almost forget who he was, all his efforts to be a nice, polite, upstanding guy, a decent human being. He’d always thought that was his basic nature. But now, his tongue buried as deep inside Linc’s asshole as it could go, starting to get a little sore now but still straining to devour even more of the man, hearing the lusty, grunting, hungry sounds he himself was making, almost like a call-and-response with Linc’s husky noises from up above, his hands kneading, groping, smacking the solid mounds of the man’s ass as he buried his face between them… Cooper thought maybe he was seeing his true nature for the first time. A hungry, lustful, driven man, determined to devour and probe and feast on another guy. He reached up between Linc’s wide-spread thighs, feeling for the hard, leaking length of his cock, and the man groaned and bucked his ass back against his face again and moaned “Yeah, bud” in a raspy, almost animal kind of voice that had Cooper growling up inside him in reply. Without even thinking about it, he found himself reaching down to squeeze his own cock, big and hard and wet at the tip, maybe harder than he’d ever been before. Hard and hot like fresh-rolled steel, ready to be deployed to make something even bigger, stronger, more lasting. Cooper slowly retracted his tongue from Linc’s hole, noting how puffy and slick it looked, all glazed with his spit, a little more open now. Like an invitation. He ran his tongue up Linc’s furry cleft, up to his tailbone, savoring the musky, salty taste of the man’s skin, giving his glutes a solid squeeze with both hands as he let out a quiet little growl of appreciation. God, he wanted to eat this guy up. He felt so fucking hungry all of a sudden, and he was sure this was how Linc felt about being with another man too. He was even more certain now of how alike they were, in all kinds of ways. “Fuck, you’re good at that, kid,” Linc said, looking back over his shoulder at Cooper with heavy-lidded, sex-hazed eyes and a grin that was part pride, part lust. “You done that before?” “Uh-uh,” Cooper said, shaking his head, then leaned in to swab up the insides of Linc’s cheeks with his tongue, unable to help himself. “Shit, coulda fooled me,” Linc chuckled, flexing his powerful tail in Cooper’s clutching hands. “Well, you should. A lot. You’ll make some dudes real happy.” Cooper hadn’t had a chance to think about that, about tonight and all the ways he was enjoying himself, all the hot things he was discovering about himself, what all that meant for him from now on. Was he bi? Or was he really gay? Only time and experience would tell, he guessed. But he was here now, and so was Uncle Linc, and they had something good and hot and deep going on. Something that just felt right, no matter what you called it. That was all that mattered, in the end. But the notion of making other guys happy, and especially that he was making his stud uncle this happy, this turned on, sent another hot charge all through him. Almost like he was growing, somehow. His squeezing hands spread Linc’s cheeks further apart, and the way the light overhead fell on the spitshined gleam of the man’s tight hole spurred a hunger deep in his belly. “Can I, uh… Do you…” he said, and for all the certainty building inside him, his voice still faltered a little. “What, bud?” Linc asked him, his voice nice and easy, a knowing look in his eye. “You can say it.” Cooper swallowed and locked eyes with his uncle, mentally squaring his shoulders, summoning up that growing power he felt inside. If this was who he wanted to be, he had to not just walk the talk, but talk it too. “I wanna fuck you, Unc,” he said, and he couldn’t help but be a little thrilled inside at the way his voice sounded, the depth of it, the quiet determination in it. “Can I? Can I fuck you, big guy?” “God damn, buddy,” Linc growled, his hips shifting, almost rotating in Cooper’s grasp. “Yeah, I knew I was right about you. And yeah, you can fuck me. I’m all yours, stud.” *** To be continued… ***