Nephew In A Swimsuit

He ran a finger from the top of Jacob’s erect cock to the tip, catching a small drop of pre-cum and smearing it. He ran his hand over Jacob’s cock and found he had fingers to spare.
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It was the stupid swimsuit. That’s what it was. Who decided tight trunks were a good idea again anyway? Nice loose board shorts were what the boy needed. Something that didn’t hug his ass like that. Something that wasn’t climbing and creasing ever so slightly in the creams between the boy’s perfectly, curving assch-
Dammit. Yes. It was the swim trunks. Or maybe it was those stupid hipster tank tops. Showing off those golden tan muscular ribs underneath tanned biceps, newly swollen with adolescent muscle. Letting brief glimpses of dark nipples play at the edges as the loose fabric blew in the wind, or hung against his chest as he climbed wetly from the pool. Fuck.
18. The fucking kid was 18. Who brings their 18 year old on vacation anyway? Didn’t he have a job? College friends to go have adventures with? Apparently not. Apparently he had a week to burn swimming the pool, lounging beside it, tanning his perfect chest, rubbing up against his uncle… Making his uncle masturbate until his dick was chafed…
The kid was driving him nuts. Roger checked the door again on his room in the large vacation house he was sharing with his brother’s family. Seeing it was locked, he lay back on the bed, yanked down his zipper and squirmed his shorts past his ass. He pawed at the front of his boxer briefs, resigned to the growing wet blotch of pre-cum he encountered there. He pulled them down below his balls and let his hand run through the pre-cum, bringing his finger to his mouth. Sweet. Just like...