The Black Sheep

“Don’t worry, the kid’s in good hands,” Lincoln said, slipping his big arm round Cooper’s back and giving him a little squeeze.

Kid? Cooper thought. He was 18 now. Literally only just, but still. He’d be heading to college in the fall. Hardly a kid anymore. Just about a man, really. But then he guessed he’d always be “the kid” to his uncle, a guy he saw in person maybe once a year, and sometimes not even that. Hell, he was as tall as Lincoln was now, probably actually just a bit taller in fact, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t done growing yet.

“Hm,” his mother said, in that way she had, halfway between noncommittal and skeptical. She’d always been like that about Uncle Lincoln, like she didn’t really trust him, much less understand him and his life choices.

On one level, Cooper could see why she’d be like that – Lincoln and his father were very different people, and if you didn’t know any better, didn’t closely examine the way their faces were alike, you’d never guess they were brothers. Cooper’s Dad was tall and trim, a typical middle-aged, middle-class white-collar American suburban dad type, but his younger brother couldn’t have been more different – shorter, brawnier, darker-haired, a bit of the rogue about him. He’d been in the military a long time, and then afterwards had stayed in that kind of life, working some kind of job he never really talked about – “I’m in logistics” was usually all he said, with an impassive kind of half-smile. All Cooper knew was the man spent a lot of time in strange foreign places, and his chunky, battered hands and rugged, sun-worn features showed he wasn’t spending his time in an air-conditioned office in the city, like his older brother did.

Still, Cooper bridled a little bit at his mother’s attitude towards his uncle. He’d always found the guy fascinating, with his mysterious job and stories about the exotic places he’d been. He was sharp, and funny, and he didn’t really condescend to Cooper like most adults still did. And the older he got, the more Cooper paid attention to the way his uncle looked, the way he moved, the potency in his thick, tanned, dark-haired forearms, the breadth of his shoulders, the confident way he walked. He had a kind of coiled power about him, moving with a jock’s athleticism and a soldier’s precision. Cooper liked all that, sometimes found himself trying to imitate the way Lincoln walked, his quiet masculine confidence. Maybe his mother couldn’t see the similarities between her husband and his brother, but the older Cooper got, the closer he looked, the more alike the men seemed to him. The older he got, the more he could see how like them he was, too. More and more all the time, seemed like.

“C’mon, we’ll be late,” his father said, jiggling his car keys, reaching for the door. “They’ll be fine, honey. And if we don’t get there before John’s wife gets a buzz on, you know it’s going to be a lousy night.”

“Maybe you should give her my number,” Lincoln said with a frisky grin, and Cooper could see his mother barely containing her eye-roll, clearly glad they’d decided not to bring Cooper and Lincoln along to the get-together his father’s boss threw every year. Cooper was glad about that, too. Had been hoping for it, in fact. Because the last time Uncle Linc was in town, well…

“Stay out of trouble,” she said to Cooper, looking him hard in the eyes, and this time it was his turn to try and stifle an eye-roll.

“We’ll be fine, Mom,” Cooper said. “Go on, have fun.”

“Yep, just a quiet boys’ night in for us,” Uncle Linc grinned, squeezing Cooper’s shoulders with that big arm again, and Cooper could feel a tingle all through the top layer of his skin, all over. Deep down inside of him, too. “We’ll see you later. Don’t do anything we wouldn’t…”

Cooper’s Dad chuckled at that, his mother pantomimed a smile, and they were out the door.

“Well,” his uncle said as soon as the front door closed, his arm still round Cooper’s shoulders. “Boy’s night, huh bud? Guess I better fix myself a drink, then.”

Bud. Much better than kid, and Cooper did a pretty good job suppressing his pleased smile. Linc gave his shoulder a firm squeeze, then as he withdrew his arm, a circular rub between his shoulder blades that went quick but felt slow to Cooper. He could feel the tingle deepening there, lingering even as Lincoln headed back towards the stairs down to the den.

“You comin’?” Linc said, looking back over his shoulder, and Cooper’s feet were moving in his direction almost before he knew it.

He shouldn’t have been feeling nervous – he was in his own house, after all, and even if he didn’t see all that much of him, Uncle Linc was family. They liked each other, got along easily. But maybe a little too easily, based on the last time he was here. And maybe it wasn’t so much nervousness as it was excitement. Anticipation. Because this was how it all got started last time, Linc with a couple drinks in him, the big couch down here in the den, nobody else around…

Right now, there was a James Bond movie playing on the big TV screen, the volume down low. Linc was standing at the wet bar, back to the room, pouring something dark into a glass. Cooper swallowed, looking at the breadth of his uncle’s back, the power and shape of his shoulders and lats clear even in the loose old T-shirt he was wearing. He couldn’t help but look down, at the way Linc’s grey sweatpants clung to the top of his ass, just as powerful and shapely as the rest of him was. And like he could feel his nephew’s eyes on him, Linc looked back over his shoulder at him again, that same half-smile on his rugged face. He gave Cooper a speculative look, then nodded at the bottle in his hand as he turned halfway around.

“You’re 18 now, right?” he said, looking Cooper up and down, making him swallow again.

“Yessir,” he nodded, not even sure where the 'sir' part of that had come from.

“Well then,” Linc said. “This is the good shit. Want one?”

Cooper found himself nodding, stepping forward as his uncle poured a couple fingers of whatever it was into another glass.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” the man grinned, holding it out to him, and shit, that’s what he’d said last time they were down here, only under much different circumstances. But still, Cooper reached for the glass, his heart beating a little faster, that knot of nerves and excitement growing in his stomach.

“To boys’ night,” Linc said, raising his glass in a toast. That smile and those green eyes of his… lately Cooper felt like he was really starting to understand the whole charm thing, and Uncle Linc had it in spades. Always had, but Cooper felt it in a different way now than he used to.

He took a sip of his drink, trying to be smooth about the woody, deeply grown-up flavor of whatever it was, trying not to cough at the hot glow of alcohol right behind the taste. Linc just took a smooth slug of his own, looking amused. Cooper cleared his throat and tried not to wish he had a glass of water to wash the stuff down with, but fuck it – this was one of those being-a-man things, and if he was gonna be one, strong and confident and smooth like Uncle Linc, he might as well get started.

They made their way over to the big sofa and half-watched the movie awhile, talking idly here and there, and try as he might to play it cool, Cooper was tense inside. That mix of nerves and anticipation again. Back here on the couch with Uncle Linc, just the two of them, a couple guys relaxing with a drink. A couple of guys with a little bit of history between them now, something that had been on Cooper’s mind a lot in the months since it had happened. Since the press of Linc’s knee against his, easy but kind of persistent too, almost insistent. That curious-confident smile of his, looking at Cooper. The porn playing on the battered phone in his hand between them. Linc’s other big rugged mitt resting on top of the big, chunky bulge in his sweatpants, idly squeezing it a little...

Just thinking about that night last year was making the tight, hot feeling in his stomach grow now. It was making his cock grow inside his sleep pants too, as much as he was trying to stop it from happening, and now he was getting a bit of déja vu too, remembering how he felt that night, Linc’s knee pressing to his, his own teen cock getting all big and hard, packing his underwear tight as his eyes flicked between the porn on Linc’s phone screen and the big mound his uncle was idly squeezing. Trying not to look at his eyes as his hand covered his own bulge.

“You alright, bud?” Linc said, his voice cutting through the growing horny fog in Cooper’s head, bringing him back to the here and now.

“Uh… yeah, fine, just... you know, thinking and stuff,” Cooper stuttered, feeling his cheeks flush, and not just from the liquor. The thing about sitting together on the couch like this was there was nowhere else to go. All he could do was look away from Uncle Linc’s ruggedly handsome face, those somehow knowing greenish eyes, and he didn’t want to be rude and do that too much.

“How you liking that?” Linc said, nodding at the drink Cooper hadn’t really touched since the first sip.

“It’s, uh, pretty stiff,” Cooper chuckled, and then he cringed inside at his choice of words, even as Linc chuckled with him. He tried to cover it up with another small sip of the stuff, and at least the burn and the heady taste of it gave him something else to think about for now.

“It’s not kids’ stuff, for sure,” Linc nodded. “Takes some getting used to, but not everybody does. Different strokes, right?”

Dammit, why did he have to put it like that? It was almost like he knew the kind of image that would conjure up in Cooper’s mind. The two of them here on this couch, side by side, but closer. The moans and groans coming from Linc’s phone. The quiet sounds of their hands on their cocks, standing hard and proud. The way the precum gleamed on the thick head of Linc’s cock, even more when he moved his thumb around in it, glazing himself with it as he jacked off. Cooper finding himself trying to imitate the older man’s stroke, the hot buzz it sent through him when he tried Linc’s thumb move on himself. The way they kept cutting eyes at each other, Linc’s deliberate gaze down at his cock, and then his manly, approving nod, making his insides swell with pride. The sudden feeling like he was going to burst when Linc’s big, strong, rough hand reached over and wrapped around his surging young shaft…

Linc was regarding him now, taking a measured sip from his glass, nestled back comfortably against the armrest of the couch, perfectly at ease. There was some sound from the movie playing on the TV, but otherwise, the quiet between them was heavy, and the longer it went on, the antsier Cooper got. The way Linc was sitting perfectly framed the bulge in his sweats, and it was all he could do not to keep looking at it, the way he had last time.

“You got bigger,” Linc noted, giving him a look-over that made Cooper’s skin prickle, made him want to square his shoulders a little more. He had grown some since last year, put on a little more muscle too. He’d been working out more lately, trying to get his body “college-ready”, he liked to think. He was well familiar with the results, but now he knew others could see it too… that Uncle Linc could see it too… it made him feel even prouder of all the hard work.

“Looks good on you,” Linc said, taking another sip of his drink, giving Cooper almost a wink as he did. Cooper felt himself blushing at that, suddenly every bit the awkward teenager he was trying not to be anymore, but smiling too, feeling that pride well up in him some more.

The silence fell between them again, and Cooper took another cautious sip of his drink, more prepared for the fire of it now. He felt a little more grown-up now, trying to savor the complex taste of the liquor, feeling Linc’s eyes steady on him, sizing him up. But then, Linc had already sized him up pretty well. His shoulders and chest and arms might be a little bigger this year, but the man had already taken his measure, in the slow, sure, experienced grip of his strong hand. Slow at first, and then faster, and then slow again, and then faster again, with a skillful hand that Cooper had tried to imitate on himself many nights since then.

He knew right then that Linc was remembering the same thing, at the same time he was, and he blushed even harder and tried to subtly shift his free hand into his lap, to cover the bulge threatening to grow there. Already he could feel the warning tingles. Part of him desperately wanted to think of something, anything else… but there was a big part of him that wanted to relive those hot, quiet moments last Christmas over and over again. Like he knew he was going to, whenever he went on up to bed. His cock hard in his hand as he stroked it, imagining it was Linc’s again.

“This movie’s pretty bad,” Linc said, nodding at the TV screen, breaking the quiet, and some of the rising tension inside of him.

“Not one of the better ones, for sure,” Cooper nodded, taking another small sip of his drink.

“Best way to kill a movie stone dead is to put Madonna in it,” Linc said with a roll of his eyes. “Might be time to find something else.”

Neither of them made a move for the remote sitting on the coffee table in front of them. Cooper tried not to fidget, just took another little sip of his drink, tried to play it as cool as he could.

“Anything you want to watch?” Linc asked, giving him a sidelong look, and Cooper felt his breath catch in his throat. Like he was either deliberately misreading the man, or he knew exactly what he was saying. What he meant.

“Uh, y’know, I’m easy,” Cooper said, trying to keep his voice level and his affect chill. He caught the way Linc’s lips quirked into a little smile at that. A quiet moment passed, and then a rustle, as Linc fished in the pocket of his sweats, and pulled out his phone. Cooper shot a sidelong glance at it – not the same phone, a newer one this time, but already looking as scraped-up and rough round the edges as the last one. As the big manly hand holding it. He swallowed, hard, trying not to look at its black, sleeping screen. Trying not to think what kind of movie Uncle Linc might pull up on it. And at the same time, unable to think of anything else, now.

“Me too,” Linc said. “Very easy.”

Cooper stared at the TV screen, the idiotic action happening on it, trying to lock his uncle out of his peripheral vision. Trying to shut out the man’s ruggedly handsome face, the way he smiled, the twinkle Cooper just knew the guy had in his eye. The kind of guy who wasn’t scared of a little trouble, and didn’t mind a little company getting into it. For an instant, Cooper could see why his mother didn’t much care for the guy. But then, he wasn’t his mother. He was a lot more like Uncle Linc than he let on, really. More and more all the time, the older he got, seemed like.

“Y’know,” Linc said, and Cooper could feel him shift a little closer on the big, comfy sofa. Closer to him. He swallowed again, pretended to take another sip of his drink. Waited.

“I kinda liked the movie we watched last time, bud,” the man went on, and there was that word again – bud. It felt… masculine, and inclusive. Like it was just for them. Two guys, all alone, nothing worth watching on the TV, hours of the night ahead just for them. At the same time, he felt his cheeks color, felt that swelling inside of him, something that felt a lot like panic, and a lot like excitement too.

“I…” Cooper started, then took another drink, felt it warm him. Liquid courage, he’d heard it called, and it sure seemed to do the trick for him now. Helped push his ass off the edge a little more. “I, uh… did too.”

He chanced a sideways glance at Linc, saw the twinkly-eyed way the man grinned at him, his subtle nod. An understanding between them, now. Cooper guessed they’d had an understanding since that last night, last year. Something just between them.

“Bet I can find an even better one,” Linc said, his voice low and deep and close-seeming. Cooper swallowed again. Mustered up some more of that courage.

“Yeah, you think so?” he said, pleased at how casual he sounded. Even more pleased at the way Linc’s eyes brightened a little, that nod again. His heart starting to thump in earnest now as he watched his uncle wake up the phone screen and start swiping with his thumb. Shit, too late to turn back now, he guessed. Even if he wanted to. But Cooper just took another sip of that liquid courage, that man’s drink, and found he didn’t want to turn back at all. Found that slightly nervous side of him subsiding, the excitement starting to take its place instead, as he looked over to see what kind of thing Uncle Linc had in mind for them both to watch together.

“You in the mood for… anything in particular?” Linc said, and Cooper was almost startled to hear himself reply, “Surprise me.” But the way Linc’s grin widened told him it was exactly the right thing to say.

“My kinda guy,” he said with a wink, and Cooper felt his insides shift in a way they’d never done for anybody else before. He looked down at his phone, swiped his thumb across the screen, making faces of consideration, little tiled stills scrolling by fast beneath the Pornhub banner, before Cooper could make out much detail beyond skin tones and vague limbs. What he could see was all flesh, for sure, and he felt a kind of hungry excitement growing. He took another more decisive sip of his drink and swallowed slowly.

“Here we go,” Linc said, looking up at him with that grin of his. “See what you think about this.”

He thumbed the icon, shifted his ass closer to Cooper, who found himself holding his breath, and hit the fullscreen button. Almost immediately the screen was full of a lot of blonde woman, all oversized, pneumatic tits and evenly bronzed skin, a big smile on her face as she reached for a man’s jeans. Cooper found his eye drifting to the left of frame, looking at the guy, or what little was shown of him – just the base of his stomach and a big bulge in his jeans, a bulge the woman was enthusiastically freeing.

Cooper felt a vague twitch of interest inside his boxer briefs, but he’d seen a lot of porn over the years, and this looked pretty standard. He was a little disappointed, until the frame widened, and another guy stepped in on her other side, packing another big bulge in his jeans. He felt his cock twitch again as he watched. The woman on screen came up off the first guy’s cock with an audible pop as she pantomimed surprise, and then there was that professional-looking smile as she freed the new guy’s cock, keeping her hand on the first one all the while. The new guy was just as big as the other one, maybe a little bigger, with a darker bush than the first one. Cooper’s gaze switched back and forth, comparing them, thinking about his own cock. Thinking about Uncle Linc’s, too. How they’d looked last time in their respective fists, heads gleaming in the low light coming from the phone screen, and now he felt his cock thickening some more.

He almost missed the moment the clip shifted. The first guy reaching across, over the bobbing head of the woman, to tweak the second guy’s nip. He swallowed a little, feeling his cock growing some more, as they continued feeling each other up, making each other their focus, not the woman working sloppily on their hardons down below. This was a little more like it, he thought. He looked over and saw Linc’s hand resting in the crotch of his sweats, watching the clip with something like amusement. Then the man looked up and caught his gaze, and smiled.

“Something like this?” he said, and Cooper swallowed again and nodded silently, feeling himself blush. Linc nodded back, and Cooper felt that vibe of manly understanding passing between them. Found himself half-shyly returning Linc’s smile, before they turned their gazes back to the screen.

He realized, as they both watched the two guys on screen feel each other up while the woman blew them both, that Linc had just assumed he’d be into this. Last time, it had been a pretty standard straight scene they’d watched. Pretty big leap for Linc to decide he’d like this. But then, he guessed, not nearly so big a leap as the one his uncle had taken last year, brushing Cooper’s hand from his cock and taking over himself, stroking it with skill and sureness.

“You know,” he said as casually as he could, “we could probably put this up on the TV. Make it easier to, uh… see.”

He nodded at the big screen before them, the lame Bond movie still playing on it, all but forgotten now. Linc gave him a grin, almost surprised, and nodded, handing Cooper his phone.

“Go ahead,” he said, reaching inside his sweats with his newly free hand, giving his solid length a good slow grope that made Cooper’s mouth go dry. He busied himself fiddling with the settings, found the one to pair Linc’s phone to the TV, and reached for the remote. Then stopped and looked at his uncle.

“I could, uh… find another one, if you want,” he said, trying to keep his voice level. Linc gave him that grin again, and just nodded.

“Go for it, bud,” he said. “Show me something good.”

Cooper felt a little thrill inside at that, at the trust and camaraderie of the moment, and paused the video playing. Scrolled around until he found something he liked even better. A Corbin Fisher bi scene, two hot college-jock types and a chick who looked like an off-duty stripper, but the chick wasn’t really the important part of the scene, and she definitely wasn’t the focus. He found the right input on the TV remote, then hit play, and sat back, a little nervously now, to see what Uncle Linc thought.

“Oh yeah, this is more like it,” the man grinned, easing back into the couch, his hand still deep inside his sweats, as the big screen filled with the scene.

“Nice,” Linc said, as the sounds of the threeway filled the room. The guys were hot, young and built and good-looking, a lot more into each other, quicker to move in and touch, looking at each other with horny young hunger. Cooper’s eyes tracked their firm muscled bodies, the hardness of their cocks, finding himself eagerly anticipating the moment their glancing touches turned into something more. He’d seen this scene before, quite a few times, and he knew how it played out. He wondered what Linc would think when it did.

When the two guys moved in to kiss each other hungrily, Linc grunted, and Cooper had his answer.

“Fuck yeah,” the man murmured, stroking himself more firmly now. He looked over and met Cooper’s eyes, and nodded encouragingly, and finally Cooper felt free enough to reach inside his sleep pants and caress the hardon he was fully throwing now too.

“Yeah buddy, get into it,” Linc growled, and Cooper let out a little grunt and let himself go with it.

Linc was the first to take his cock out, and even though two hot young guys were kissing hard and hungry and feeling each other up on the big screen in front of them, that cock was all Cooper could see, first out the corner of his eye, then in full view as he turned his attention to it. He groped himself inside his pants and watched his uncle stroking himself, unashamed and open, free. It was a real nice cock, thick and solid, chunky, just like the rest of the man. Not the biggest in the world, but it didn’t have to be. He watched Linc spit into his palm and wrap it back round himself, making it gleam, as the man tucked his sweats under his big, dark-haired balls and leaned into a nice solid, leisurely stroke.

“Go on, bud,” the man grunted. “Just us guys. Enjoy yourself.”

That was all the permission Cooper was looking for, and his tugged his own cock free of his boxer briefs and sleep pants, tucking them under his own big, full balls just like his uncle had, shivering a little at the sexy thrill of having his cock out like this, side by side with the man he’d admired for so much of his life. The man who’d taken him in hand and made him cum so hard last year. Cooper had a nice cock himself, straight and solid, a very nice size, bigger than many of his teammates. It had grown a little too this past year, he was pretty sure of it, and he was on par with Linc, he saw now.

“Yeah, you did get bigger,” Linc said, startling him out of his reverie, gazing back and forth between his own hard cock and his uncle’s. “Nice, buddy.”

Cooper blushed at that, but the smile, the approving nod coming from the man was genuine, and that was a whole thrill all its own.

They watched the action develop on screen, the guys spending more and more time on each other in between turns on the girl, their knees spread and touching companionably as they jacked off side by side.

“You ever had a threeway?” Linc asked. “Fun as hell, with the right people.”

“Yeah?” was all Cooper could say, looking over at the man. Of course Linc had been in a threesome. Probably more than one. Probably not the wildest sexual adventure he’d had, not by a long shot. Cooper found himself wanting to know more, wanting to ask, but unable to find the words, hoping the man would volunteer the details himself.

“Specially with another buddy,” the man grinned. “Gotta be a real good bud, of course. Gotta be the right vibe. But when it’s right, fuck…”

Cooper watched him bite his lip as he stroked a little faster, eyes half-closed, clearly reliving a very hot memory, and he wished he could see the mental movie playing out in the man’s head. Hell, wished he could have been the other guy in whatever scene was playing out.

“You got all that ahead of you, buddy,” Linc grunted. “If you want to. But I recommend it.”

Cooper couldn’t help but chuckle at the off-hand way the man said it, nodding along.

“For real,” Linc said, looking over at him, then nodding back at the screen, where the guys were kissing again as the girl licked at their cocks, her fist wrapped round them, holding them together, hard and proud. “Your sexuality’s a gift. Especially a good-looking young dude like you. Make the most of it. Enjoy what comes your way.”

Cooper blushed even harder at the compliment, nodding again, looking from the screen to his uncle, and the hardness of the man’s cock in his fist. Felt a certain subtle itch in his left palm. The pull of something he’d been wanting to do, thinking about doing, ever since last time. An opportunity missed then, maybe. But here, now...

Linc answered the question for him again, switching his stroking hand from right to left, and as Cooper’s heart raced, reached across the space between them. Cooper looked up, saw the man looking at him, eyebrows raised in a question, and found himself grinning.

“Yeah,” was all he said, and Linc grinned and nodded, and took him in his grasp.

“Fuckkkkkk,” Cooper hissed to himself, feeling the man’s strong, sure grip around him, the roughness of his palm on his tingling flesh, the just-right mix of pressure and grip. He’d heard or read somewhere that nobody knew how to make a cock feel good quite like another man, because after all, who knew a cock better than someone who had one of his own? Apart from Linc, he’d never been able to test that out. He’d sure wanted to. But somehow, life just never seemed to provide the right opportunity. And yet, here it was, happening again, almost exactly a year to the day it had first happened – him and Uncle Linc, on the couch, cocks out, the man’s hand working his hardon, slow and sure and right.

“Feel good, bud?” Linc murmured, and Cooper grunted and nodded. He was sitting there with both hands hanging in the air, not quite sure what to do with them just yet, eyes flicking between the action on the screen as it heated up even more, Uncle Linc’s hand stroking him, and then over to the man’s face himself. It was a study in concentration, but satisfaction too. A man doing something well, something that he enjoyed doing, and Cooper’s brain started connecting the dots in ways it hadn’t really been able to do the last time around.

Linc liked doing this. He wanted to be doing it. With him. Two guys, hard and stroking, getting into the vibe, getting into each other… yeah, Linc really liked all that. And shit, Cooper knew, for sure now, that he did too. No question at all. He still had a lot of questions about himself, what he liked, what he wanted… but there was no question about this, at least. Well, maybe one. If Uncle Linc liked this… what else would he like doing?

Cooper figured he could keep wondering, or he could find out for himself. And so, after a moment’s hesitation, he reached across with his left hand, across the heat of Linc’s crotch, and took hold of the man’s cock.

“Aw yeah,” Linc grunted, giving his cock a squeeze and nudging his knee against Cooper’s. They looked at each other, Cooper matching his playful buddy grin with one of his own.

Fuck, this was wild, holding another man’s cock. He took a moment to savor the feeling, the heat of it, the way it throbbed in his loose grip, the feel of the veins coursing up and down the firm flesh. A lot like his own, but somehow completely different, too. He gave it an experimental stroke, listening to the murmured grunt of approval from his uncle, and started to pick up a slow rhythm on it, learning the feel of it, the way it responded, the way the whole man responded to his stroking grip. He found himself taking hold of it the way he’d take hold of his own, and that seemed to do the trick. Maybe a little more firmly, since he figured Linc’s cock was used to a lot of handling, more so than his. This cock had seen a lot more use than his, and again he found himself half-imagining the kinds of adventures it and its owner got up to together. What it would be like to be part of those adventures.

Guess you’re part of one now, he thought, and grinned to himself. And then he moaned as Linc did something different with his grip on his own cock, something that made his toes curl and his balls sing. The man chuckled at his reaction and did it again, some kind of twist to his wrist as he stroked up Cooper’s length that Cooper immediately copied on him, making him moan too.

“Fast learner,” Linc grunted with a little chuckle, and the two of them looked at each other longer this time, sharing a grin, even more of that man-to-man confidence that Cooper was loving being part of.

“I try,” Cooper said, and Linc laughed deeper at that.

“That’s the important thing,” he said. “Trying.”

They looked at each other a little longer as they stroked on each other’s pieces, and then Linc cut eyes at the screen, where the two hot young dudes were deep into another hungry, passionate makeout.

“What else you wanna try, bud?” the man asked him, and the husky tone of his voice buzzed Cooper’s balls as much as what he was asking.

“Everything,” he found himself half-whispering, his own voice husky now too, surprising himself with the immediacy of his response. Maybe it was the liquor. Maybe it was the vibe between them. Maybe it was the feel of Uncle Linc’s strong, warm hand wrapped round his cock, and another man’s cock in his own grasp too. Whatever it was… it was the truth.

Linc just grunted at that, gave him an intent look, then reached down with his other hand to take hold of Cooper’s thigh and tug him closer, pulling it up over his own thick, spread thigh. Cooper half-gasped at that, the way it spread him wider, making him feel even more exposed.

“Everything, huh?” the man said in that low, husky voice, that hint of a smile on his lips. Cooper just nodded, stifling another grunt as his uncle did that wrist-twisting slow-stroke on him again, and then he returned the favor. Linc let out a low rumble of pleasure, licked his bottom lip, and looked up and down the length of Cooper’s body, nodding to himself.

“What have you tried so far?” he asked, and Cooper blushed again, unable to help himself.

“Not enough,” he said. “I’m not a virgin, but… y’know…”

Linc nodded, and again, Cooper got that feeling he sometimes got, that this man he rarely saw – barely even knew, really – was sometimes the only person who seemed to get him.

“It’s never enough,” he said. “There’s always more to try.”

Cooper just nodded, tearing his gaze away from Linc’s green eyes to look briefly at the big TV screen, where the two dudes were kissing hungrily again, one fucking the girl while the other cradled her from behind, hands on her tits. Like she was just a conduit, a vessel to connect them to each other more deeply. Linc followed his gaze to the screen and back, meeting his eyes again, and then took his hand from around Cooper’s cock, lifted it to his mouth and spat into the palm, then wrapped it back around his flesh again, all hot and wet and newly slick. Cooper groaned and squirmed, watching as Linc did the same to his own hand, lifting it from the man’s cock, spitting into his palm – and holy shit, that was somehow the hottest thing in the world, definitely the hottest thing he’d ever experienced, simple as it was – and replacing it on his hardness. Cooper returned to stroking him right away, the man nodding approvingly at him as they worked on each other, staring at each other, the energy building between them in a way Cooper had never felt with anyone else before.

“I wanna try more,” Cooper found himself murmuring, his mouth running out ahead of his brain again. But maybe that was for the best, sometimes. Sometimes, he was coming to realize about all kinds of things, you just had to go with it and see where it led you.

“Only way to be in life,” Linc nodded, and damn, that gaze of his, somehow cool and heated at the same time… “I was the same way. Still am.”

“Yeah?” Cooper said, almost panting now as the man worked his cock with that slick-handed stroke of his.

“Always, buddy,” Linc murmured, and after a long, decisive moment, he switched hands on Cooper’s cock, from right to left, slipped his thick right forearm round the back of Cooper’s neck, and drew the two of them even closer.

“Always,” he said, and then leaned in and kissed Cooper on the lips.

Cooper gasped against his uncle’s mouth, feeling his cock jolt in the man’s hand, a hot sizzle running through him. Sure, his experience overall was still pretty limited, but he’d always liked kissing, since the first time he’d done it properly back in middle school, and there was something about being kissed so closely while your cock was in somebody else’s hand that just heightened the whole thing. Even more so that it was Uncle Linc doing the kissing, while two hot dudes made out on the big screen in front of them, the sounds of that kiss like a soundtrack to Linc’s lips on his.

He started to kiss the man back automatically, pure reflex, not stopping to think about who they were or how they’d gotten here. Just focused on that electric connection of their lips, his hand finding its rhythm on Linc’s hard cock again, feeling the firm, warm, somehow muscular press of the man’s lips on his, the subtle way they seemed to move. Finding his own tongue slipping out to touch them, taste them, Linc’s warm grunt in response sending another flare through his body as the man’s lips parted to him.

Now it was Cooper who was pressing the kiss, sitting up and closer to him, his free hand reaching for Linc’s firm, muscled flank, squeezing there as his tongue slipped between the man’s parting lips, inside the heat of his mouth, all wet with warm saliva and the smoky fire of the liquor. His tongue met Linc’s, slid across the warm, wet, pliant muscle of it, and the two of them grunted together as the man clutched him tighter and drew him deeper, thumbing the throbbing head of his cock as he kissed him back with a kind of heated ease. The kiss of a man who knew what he was doing, and liked it, and another man who was newer to it and wanted a lot more.

The slide of their tongues together, the way they grunted into each other’s mouths, felt like a signal to step it up, take it further, and Cooper was doing it before he really knew it. Just following his instincts, letting his desire lead the way over his head like he so rarely got to do. He explored the man’s mouth with his tongue, shivering at the connection between them, even more when Linc leaned into him, pressing him back a little more against the sofa, and kissed him with even more of that hunger, only less restrained now. It was a man’s kiss, the kind Cooper suddenly knew he’d been looking for all this time. He’d only kissed girls before, and had always had the sense of needing to hold some of himself back, always conscious of his strength and how different it was to a girl’s. He’d always tried to be considerate with them, but now, kissing another man, he knew he could consider his own strength, and lean into it, and let it flow. Let Uncle Linc lead the way and show him how it could be, and then let himself show the man what he could do, too.

At some point, as the kiss grew hungrier, lustier, deeper, he could feel the warning signs of his orgasm, Linc’s slow, skilled, relentless handwork on his cock bringing him to the brink even more powerfully now, in tandem with their urgent kissing. He gasped into the man’s mouth and gripped his wrist, forcibly breaking the kiss, gritting his teeth and clenching his core muscles, willing his surging load back down. Linc panted hotly against his lips, his eyes deep with hunger and fire, those strong parted lips of his quirking into another half-grin as he searched Cooper’s face.

“You good, bud?” he asked, and Cooper just nodded. “Are we good?”

“Fuck yeah we’re good,” Cooper grunted, sounding different to himself, in a way he liked a lot. He chuckled and shook his head a little, easing the man’s hand off his tingling cock. God, this was all so crazy, so quick… but so right, too. “Man, you have no idea…”

“So show me then, bud,” Linc grinned, his voice dripping with that easygoing sexiness of his, and Cooper was reaching for him before he had time to think about it.

Several long, wet, tongue-dipping minutes later, it was Linc’s turn to wrap a hand round Cooper’s stroking forearm and squeeze, his grip strong and steely, but friendly too.

“Easy there, hoss,” the man grunted thickly. “You’re good, alright. Too good, almost.”

Cooper chuckled, wiping his lips, sitting back from where he’d practically pinned his uncle to the back of the couch. His cock was an arc of hard steel curved up towards his stomach, buzzing so hard it was practically singing to him. It had painted smears of precum all over his lower stomach where his henley had ridden up, pushed up by Linc’s wandering hands while they made out, the action of their bodies shifting together as Cooper had half-straddled the man’s thigh and shown him what he was made of. Some of the stuff he’d been curious about, and eager to try. There was more precum lining his palm, layers of his uncle’s stickiness, and he fought the sudden urge to lick it clean.

“‘Almost’, huh?” Cooper said with a half-smile.

“Night ain’t over yet,” Linc said with that cocked grin. “Not if you don’t want.”

“I’m good,” Cooper said, nodding slowly. “Really.”

“‘Cause we’re reaching a point here, you and me,” Linc said. “We can stop right here, chalk this up to the drinks and the holiday spirit, what the hell ever. Just some foolin’ around between buds, nothin’ more.”

He reached over for his drink, took a measured sip of what was left.

“Or, we can just… take it easy, see where it goes.”

“The road less traveled,” Cooper said reflexively. He was in AP English, and it was hard to shake sometimes. He was probably going to think about tonight every time he read Robert Frost, from now on. Not a bad association at all, come to think of it.

“Oh, I’ve traveled it, alright,” Linc chuckled over his glass, giving his cock a slow squeeze, his eyes twinkling, hinting at all those stories Cooper wanted real bad to hear. “Question is if you want to. Because you gotta want it too, Coop.”

His eyes were serious now, and Cooper was reminded that for all his easygoing, mischievous kind of nature, there was a whole different side to his uncle that he barely knew. The side that made him good at his mysterious job, kept him more of an absence than a presence in their lives, except for maybe one time a year, when he blew into town and made Cooper all curious about him all over again. A man who knew how to find the fun in life, but knew you had to take it seriously sometimes too.

Cooper leaned forward, plucked his uncle’s drink from his hand and drained off the last of what little remained.

“Pretty sure I reached a point right after we sat down here, Unc,” he said, his voice thick and rich from the swapped spit and the smoke of the liquor coating his mouth. He set the tumbler down and brushed Linc’s hand from his cock, replacing it with his own.

“In fact, I guess we both reached a point last Christmas, right?” he went on nodding down at their exposed hardons, throbbing for each other and everything they’d gotten up to so far. Hard for what was still left, if they wanted to find out.

“And you’ve been thinking about it ever since, right bud?” Linc picked up, smiling that smile of his again. If he wasn’t such a fuckin’ dude, Cooper might have called it a Mona Lisa smile. He reached over and dragged his chunky, scraped-up knuckles up the underside of Cooper’s hard, curved shaft, watching him shiver a little in response. “Just like I have.”

“Yeah, you too, huh?” Cooper said, an edge to his voice, grunting the man’s thick fingers slipped round his flesh again and stroked him slowly. He matched it with his own stroke on Linc’s cock, and they both rocked their hips a little to meet each other’s stroke, almost simultaneously. “That’s fuckin’ hot, Uncle Linc,” he grunted.

“Fuck yeah it is, buddy,” the man growled back. “Could be even hotter, if you want it to.”

“I want it to,” Cooper nodded, leaning forward to spit down, direct onto his uncle’s shaft, stroking it in as the man grunted huskily and gave him a look of wide-eyed approval. Cooper didn’t know where the notion had come from, but he was doing it before he even knew it. He guessed they were both finding out what kind of man he was growing into, tonight. “So show me.”

“That’s my boy,” Linc grinned, curling up to squeeze Cooper’s shoulder with his free hand, then pressing him back down onto the couch in one fluid motion, fluid like the motion of his other hand on Cooper’s cock. “Let’s see where it takes us.”

“Oh… oh shit, Unc!” Cooper gasped several more minutes later, clutching at the armrest of the couch with one hand, fingers digging deep into the upholstery, and the back of Linc’s slow-bobbing head in his lap with the other.

He’d been blown before, sure. Once by a dude, even, at a house party at the end of baseball season this past year, when everyone was pretty buzzed. That had been after his first encounter with Uncle Linc, which had opened his eyes and his thoughts to a lot of things. In any case, those times he’d been blown, they’d all been amateur-hour. Teen stuff. Uncle Linc’s lips and tongue, all wet and agile and experienced, strong and skilled like the rest of him, were in a whole other league as they worked him over, caressing and exploring every hard inch of him, all the way from down deep in his bush to the very tip, making his cock throb and hum even harder now.

It felt like there was a slow-burning fire in his loins, all through his core and down the insides of his thighs, a fire Linc was stoking expertly, tending to it as he stroked those big, rough hands up and down the firm muscles of Cooper’s thighs, as those lips and that tongue worked their way up and down his shaft, exploring all over the head, popping off so the man could dive down and lap and suck on his balls from time to time. All the while, those greenish eyes barely left Cooper’s face, hard to read as always, but somehow warm in their own way too. Above all else, hungry. It wasn’t at all like he was servicing Cooper, the way it sometimes felt with girls, which made it even harder for him to get into it, those times. Instead, it was like Linc was enjoying him, not just doing it for Cooper’s sake, but just as much for himself, too. It was a real trip, seeing his rough, tough, rugged uncle on his knees between Cooper’s spread thighs, his salt-and-pepper stubble-framed lips wrapped round his young cock. Feeling the man’s experience and skill and his clear pleasure in what he was doing, being put to work on Cooper like this.

Linc just made a rumbling noise around his cock, slid his lips up to the flange of his head, swirled his tongue round the pulsing flesh there, then gave him a wink and slid all the way back down to the base, one smooth, spit-soaked slide down. Cooper gasped and clutched the armrest and the man’s head tighter, dropping his head back as the man went further, burying his nose deep in Cooper’s bush and swallowing him, opening up his throat to let him in even further.

“Fuck!” Cooper grunted, lifting his head back up again to stare in horny amazement at his uncle. Christ, he’d never had it this good before, never dreamed a guy as macho as Linc would… Jesus…

Linc suckled on him sloppily, noisily, working his throat around the head of Cooper’s cock, before sliding back up again, Cooper moaning at the sensation and the sudden loss of that intense feeling. Thick strands of spit connected his cock and Uncle Linc’s swollen lips as the man came up for air, eyes streaming a little, but still sparking with that mischievous, hungry energy. All Cooper wanted to do was take hold of the back of the man’s ruggedly handsome head – respectfully as possible, of course – and pull him back down.

“Well?” Linc said after a deep lungful of fresh air. “How you like it, bud?”

“Aw man, I…” Cooper moaned, completely unable to find the words. “I can’t believe you… I had no idea how…”

“Believe it, kid,” the man rumbled, leaning in to lap up one of those thick strands of his spit from the head, making Cooper shiver and gasp some more. “That’s how a man sucks cock.”

I wanna suck cock like that, Cooper thought reflexively, and blushed as the thought formed.

“I bet you can go a couple loads, huh stud,” Linc said, squeezing his thigh, giving him that direct, man-to-man look.

“Yeah I can,” Cooper nodded, trying not to look too eager, or sound too boastful. But he knew he could, especially with this man, doing all this stuff. He figured they still had a good couple hours, at least, before his parents came home. He knew there was more Uncle Linc could show him.

“Attaboy,” Linc said, giving him another wink and slapping his quad manfully. “Let’s get these fuckin’ pants off you and see if you’re a man of your word.”

Cooper lifted his legs to reach down for his sleep pants, stretched tight just below his spread knees along with his boxer briefs, but Linc was already on it, big strong hands moving fast to yank them down, over his feet, tossing the bundle over his shoulder. So Cooper sat up and wriggled the rest of the way out of his henley, tossing it on top of his pants on the floor.

“Yeah buddy,” Linc rumbled, stroking those big, warm hands up and down his thighs. “Let’s see you. See how my boy’s grown.”

Cooper felt a delicious shiver at that, and found himself standing upright, looming over the big man he’d spent all his life idolizing. Part of him felt deeply self-conscious, but the larger part of him felt manly as hell, strong and powerful – not as strong and powerful as his uncle, of course, but on his way there, for sure. He liked his body, and he knew the few others who’d seen it did too. Baseball had been good to him, giving him a tight, powerful core and strong hips and thighs, nicely broad shoulders, but it was building on genetics, too. He could see now how he had a mixture of his father’s tall, athletic tautness, and some of Uncle Linc’s power too. From the way the man looked up at him, green eyes roaming over his body, assessing his muscles, his flesh, nodding to himself, coasting his hands over his skin, he could tell his uncle approved too. That thrilled him even more inside, that a guy as strong and sexy and clearly experienced as Linc might think he was sexy too.

“Yeah, you grew up real fine,” the man murmured, half-smiling as his hands and eyes busied themselves taking him in. “Knew you would,” he added, looking up at Cooper, giving him that friendly, manly wink again.

“Let’s get that first nut of yours, buddy,” he said, stroking up and down Cooper’s strong young thighs, seeming to know exactly how to touch him in all the right ways and places. “I’ve got plans for the next one. If you want to, of course.”

“Fuck yeah I want to,” Cooper heard himself saying, almost dreamily. He reached out to lightly touch the side of his handsome uncle’s head, almost tentative, like he was afraid to do more, to show more of himself. That deeper, stronger side of himself that had only really lately started to emerge, the true man inside of him.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Linc grinned. “You’re definitely your Daddy’s son. But you’re for sure my boy.”

Cooper felt all kinds of thrilled to hear all that, and even more thrilled when Uncle Linc kind of butted his head into his tentative palm, giving him the hint. Cooper grinned back down at him and took hold of the sides of the man’s head, fingers sinking into the thick, dark, gray-threaded hair, almost experimentally. Linc grunted and half-nodded, and when he opened his lips and inhaled Cooper’s cock, all the way down again, Cooper clutched the sides of his head tighter as he went up on the balls of his feet, eyes closing as he moaned out with pure pleasure.

Linc’s hands could reach more of him now, and the man took full advantage, working like a finely tuned machine on his cock as his big, rough hands took the full measure of Cooper’s athletic thighs, down to his calves, up over his hips to his lats, stroking and squeezing over his pecs and abs. His mouth and throat were like a warm, honeyed chute, pulsing and flowing around him, as he manhandled Cooper with hungry, clearly experienced hands, rumbling his desire and approval around Cooper’s cock as he sucked and stroked, groped and licked, swallowed and squeezed him all over. It was a thoroughly masculine thing to experience, the strength and dexterity of the man’s hands, the husky sounds he was making, the rising musk in the air between and around them as their bodies heated up even more.

“God, yeah, suck me Uncle Linc,” Cooper heard himself moan, getting a lusty grunt back from the man, who worked even harder on him and squeezed his flesh. Those green eyes gazed up at him, and Cooper felt the power between them. Suddenly he felt like he understood his uncle, understood the man’s drives and desires, his needs. He felt a little bit more of the man lurking inside of him breaking free, filling him.

“You like it?” he asked, his voice husky, and his uncle rumbled mm-hmmm around his flesh, his head bobbing faster now, making Cooper rise up on the balls of his feet again.

“Yeah, you like my fuckin’ cock, Unc?” Cooper said, feeling all full of fire and heat, hearing the urgency in his voice, the manliness in it. Linc growled hungrily in response and sucked him harder, his eyes intent on Cooper’s, the connection almost crackling in the air between them. The man’s big hands slipped up to grasp Cooper’s tight ass, squeezing the strong muscles there, groping him, pulling him in, and Cooper took a firmer hold of his head and started to slowly fuck, fucking the man’s face. A part of him couldn’t believe he was doing it, couldn’t believe his studly uncle was not only taking it, but encouraging it. But that bigger part of him, that new part of him inside, seemed to know exactly what to do, and he let it take control.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it, man,” he grunted. “Suck my fuckin’ cock, dude.”

Linc growled even harder around him at that, sending deep buzzing vibes all through Cooper’s cock, amplifying the intensity he was feeling, making him want to fuck the man’s face harder, deeper, longer. The man’s eyes were fully alive now, fiery, his hungry gaze unbroken on Cooper’s. He released Cooper’s glutes, then clapped his hands hard on them again, making Cooper gasp and grin, feeling the fire inside him now too, a little piece of him he’d inherited from this man, seemed like. A piece that was growing bigger and stronger, hungrier, by the minute.

Cooper took firmer hold of the man’s handsome head, gazed into his eyes, felt that power between them, inside them both. Inside himself most of all, as he pumped his hips and fucked the man’s mouth, his throat, savoring the thick, lusty, wet sounds of the man’s spit, his hungry, encouraging growls. Getting his own pleasure even as Uncle Linc as giving it to him, in spades. They were moving in harmony now, his uncle blowing him like a pro, like the men on his phone screen did late at night, and Cooper knew he was more than doing his part, too.

He happened to glance up at the big windows out onto the backyard, his own reflection against the moonlit layer of snow on the ground outside, and nearly gasped at how he looked. Nearly didn’t recognize himself, his chest and core all pumped and defined, his thighs bulging, his hands grasping the big man’s head as he fed him his cock, fucked his face like a machine, like a guy on the screen, maybe even better… like a man, and fuck, that was it, that was all of it right there, that was everything. This was what men did, and he was doing it now, with another man, like he’d always wanted to. Whether he’d ever truly wanted to admit it to himself or not, this was who he was, who he’d always been, just waiting for this chance to let it out, to fuck it out, with another man who knew it and felt it and wanted it just as much as he did. With this man especially.

Even more than all that, for all the power and pleasure he was feeling right now… he knew there was more. Uncle Linc had promised him. More they could do, more he could learn, more to experience. Already he was starting to picture all that, picturing it with Uncle Linc in particular, all the half-formed stuff he’d fantasized about over the years, especially this past year. Making a plan for what came next, and then one of Linc’s hands slipped over his ass, down the sweaty cleft between his cheeks, down, down, down, over that pulsing, sensitive space he’d lately begun to explore by himself, his other hand stroking up Cooper’s flank to his chest, his nipple tingling in response, almost like a call. 

Linc did something to his cock with his tongue and his throat at the same time, as his thick fingers stroked over the sweaty, newly-furry stretch of Cooper’s taint, the other set finding the hard, tingling button of Cooper’s tit. Cooper’s gasp turned into a lusty moan, his thighs tightening up, feeling his balls singing. Linc moaned in response, one man to another, encouraging him, making his cock hum harder and his balls buzz deeper, and Cooper felt himself glide right past the point of no return. He clutched the man’s head tight and stared almost disbelievingly down at him.

“Uncle Linc, I’m gonna… fuck… I’m gonna cum!”

Linc just growled in response, gave him another wink, worked his head and lips and tongue hard and fast on him, stroking his taint, over his hole, tweaking his tit, and Cooper let out a loud moan he was sure would wake the neighbors, thrust once more into the man’s suckling mouth, and fed his uncle his cum.

Linc held him up with those strong hands and arms, keeping him steady as he bucked and shivered and gasped, pumping shot after shot of cum into the man’s mouth, down his hungry throat. God, it was so lewd, so lewd and fucking sexy the way the man grunted and swallowed noisily, feeding on him, taking all of him, those green eyes so intense as they stared up at him as he quaked his way through the last shots. He let the man steer him back and down onto the couch, moving with him, mouth still swallowing as he fell into the cushions, gasping. Fuck, he’d never cum like that before. He could still feel his toes curling in the pile of the carpet, the quivers running through his muscles, the sweat prickling his skin all over.

“Mmmmm,” Linc said when he came up off Cooper’s super-sensitive, still-quaking cock with liquid ease. The man’s swollen, shiny lips were grinning, his eyes lusty and alive as he noisily swallowed Cooper’s cum, then reached across for Cooper’s forgotten drink, took a long draw on it, and set it down on the table behind him with a sigh of deep satisfaction.

“Well fuck, stud,” he said, voice thick with Cooper’s cum and his spit. He clapped him on the thigh again, turning it into an almost tender squeeze-stroke that had Cooper tingling inside all over again. Maybe his words and his admiring tone as much as the touch did. Cooper blushed, looking away almost shyly for a second, before meeting the man’s gaze with a smile.

Linc slid his big hands up and down his thighs again in that kind of soothing way, licking his lips a little, his eyes crinkling round the edges with his grin. It seemed bigger than usual, but also kind of secret too, like it was just for him. He bet not a lot of people got to see that smile from his uncle, and it made him feel even prouder, and bigger. Even more of a man than Uncle Linc had already made him feel, and that was a lot.

“Sorry, I guess I just kinda… went with it there,” Cooper said as his breath started to even out again.

“Shit, don’t you dare apologize,” Linc said. “Don’t ever apologize for enjoying yourself, OK? Not many get to, not like that.”

Cooper just nodded.

“And you for damn sure don’t need to apologize to me,” the man grinned, pushing himself upright, letting Cooper see the big, hard shape of his bulge in his sweats, a little dark patch where his cock had leaked through the fabric highlighting the shape of his cockhead pressing urgently beneath. “I enjoyed every bit of that, stud.”

The man’s wink, the easy way he squeezed Cooper’s knee, and then the casual way he brushed a hand across his own hardon, adjusting it in his sweats with a soft grunt, made Cooper feel like even more of a man. More at ease with himself than ever, as his cock softened wetly against his stomach, leaving behind a streak of cum and spit on his abs. He watched as Linc’s hand returned to his own bulge, giving it a firmer, slower grope, looking down at Cooper with a mix of pride and appraisal and subtle expectation.

“I did too, Unc,” Cooper said, nudging his knee against the man’s, smiling up at him slowly. “And I bet I’d enjoy those other things you were talking about earlier, too.”

Linc’s grin widened as he groped himself with one hand, and squeezed Cooper’s thigh with the other. Slower now. Encouraging.

“Oh I know you will, bud,” he said, voice deep and powerful and promising. “I do, so you will too.”

He nodded his head in the direction of the guest bedroom, giving his bulge a slow, squeezing stroke.

“Why don’t we go see, huh?”

To be continued...

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