Previously...
James spat on his dick, and with a practiced motion, pushed his cock inside Ryan's hole. Ryan moaned even louder and I could myself getting closer to orgasm. Ryan quickly looked straight ahead again, only this time we made eye contact through the blinds. His body was getting jolted from the powerful thrusts of his husband, but he grinned devilishly when he saw me. At that same moment, my teenage cock exploded, shooting cum all over the wall and carpet. I ducked out of sight. Holy shit. He saw me, he definitely saw me. But, he didn't seem mad. Oh my god, that was so hot. I cleaned up the wall and carpet and got back into bed, falling asleep to the sounds of the hot tub jets and the skin-on-skin slaps of my uncles as they fucked. What a wild first night in California.
After falling asleep to the sounds of my gay uncles having sex just outside my window, I had erotic dreams of them that resulted in pulsing morning wood. Dreams of my uncles, naked and strutting around the house. Dreams of spying on my uncles as they flip-fucked outdoors on their patio. Dreams of my uncles catching me watching their intimacy and inviting me to join in. That last one, that taboo fantasy, lingered in my mind's vision but the dream faded the more awake I became.
The time was only 4:30 am, a result of my body clock still on East Coast time. Yesterday, I flew cross-country leaving sleepy New Hampshire for exotic (to me) Southern California. I'd been accepted to my dream school just outside San Diego and my gay uncles had graciously offered to let me stay with them for the next four years while I pursued my degree. They also happened to be absolutely sexy men that I felt an instant attraction to even though we're related.
I left my new room with my laptop for the living room in nothing but a pair of tiny athletic shorts. The house was warm enough that I didn't need a shirt. Besides, I'm sure I had a few hours to myself before Uncle Ryan and Uncle James were awake. Uncle Ryan, my mom's youngest brother, was in his mid-30s, fairly clean-cut and toned. His husband, Uncle James, about ten years older than Ryan, was imposingly tall with a well-kept beard. Ryan seemed the kore outgoing while James had a deep rumble of a voice like distant thunder. He was from the South with an accent to match.
I settled on the couch in the still-dark living room. I spent the next hour or so trying to calm my raging boner by reading all my course descriptions and syllabi. I studied the campus map to ensure I wouldn't get lost on my first day of college. I was so wrapped up in my review I didn't even notice Uncle James passing through the living room to the kitchen. He was also shirtless, in a pair of silk boxers that barely contained his junk and ass. He waved a sleep-heavy hand, yawned, and scratched his balls. Seeming half-asleep, I had ample opportunity to admire his muscular hairy body. His perky ass seemed to bounce with every heavy-footed step.
A few minutes later he returned with two ceramic mugs in hand.
"G'mornin. Coffee?" he asked, proffering one of the mugs.
"Sure, thanks. Good morning to you as well," I said.
He sat on a deep-seated leather armchair next to the couch and propped his long legs up on a matching leather footrest. My eyes traveled up his shapely calves to thicker thighs, resting briefly on his generous bulge before moving up his taut stomach and broad chest. He wasn't overly muscled, but the size of his arms and pecs belayed his strength. The porn I watched online was always younger, twink guys. Right now, however, I was having an irresistible craving for an older, more mature man.
"Doing homework already?" asked James in a deep rumble.
"Huh? Oh, no," I said, hoping Uncle James couldn't read my lewd thoughts. "I'm just checking out where all my classes are so I don't get lost on Monday."
"Your campus isn't that far from here. There's a great beach nearby, too. We could go check it out later today or tomorrow if you want," he suggested.
"That would be great!"
"I'm sure your uncle Ryan will be up for it. If he ever gets up. He tends to sleep in Saturday mornings. But he does love any excuse to wear a speedo in public," said James.
My dick stirred in my shorts at the thought of my uncle in a pair of skimpy swim trunks. My eyebrows must've been raised in interest and excitement, not unnoticed by James.
"He'd probably lend you one, too, if you needed one," he said in a much more alert-sounding voice.
"Oh jeez," I started, my face blanching. "I think I'll stick with my board shorts."
"He's a bit of a show-off, that one," James continued. "You should see when the pool guy is here. The guy is an absolute stud, so Ryan likes to parade around in a nylon thong."
