Startled, by the voice behind him, Tom almost dropped the field glasses in the warm water. Looking over his shoulder, he saw his Uncle, wearing a very expensive tailored business suit, walking across the patio toward him carrying two frosted bottles of beer.
"Please do. I was just watching that hawk. He's been in the same spot for the last 10 minutes." Tom said, turning in tub so he could see his Uncle without having to twist his neck.
"He's probably spotted lunch and is waiting for it to move to where he can catch it."
Kind of like me, thought Tom, sitting here in the tub while you move in. Then Tom thought he saw movement behind the window beyond Max, but wasn't sure.
Max moved over to the tub and handed one of the cold beers to Tom, while at the same time glancing down to see if Tom was wearing anything or was nude. Then he moved over to an armless patio chair near the tub, spun it around, straddled it so he was facing Tom with his forearms resting on the back of the chair the other beer in one hand, and asked in an even tone, "Did you have a chance to look through any of the photos on the computer?"
"Yes, I did," answered Tom in a neutral tone and waited for his Uncle to pursue the issue further. He was hesitant to innate a discussion on the topic of their shared predilections, but happy his Uncle had stated the conversation.
"Which ones did you look through?" Max asked, his voice now showing unmistakable concern about Tom's response.
"I looked at mine, part of Dad's and part of Auntie May's," Tom answered; relieved his Uncle had continued to pursue the subject of the photos.
"Did you see me in your Dad's photo file? Max asked, in an anxious voice, as if to confirm he'd heard Tom say he'd see his photos.
"Yeah, I did," said Tom a pleased tone, relieved Uncle Max had had directly raised the issue of his sexual predilection so quickly.
"What do you think?" Asked Max, obviously concerned with Tom's reaction, and Tom heard the apprehension in his voice.
Tom suddenly realized his Uncle had been worried about how he was going to react to the information that both his Dad and Max were bisexual, and had been engaged in an incestuous homosexual relationship with each other for years.
"You want the truth?" asked Tom, facetiously enjoying the opportunity to prolong his Uncle's anxiety, while knowing his answer would both relieve and excite Max. "Yes, I do," Max said seriously, "I want you to tell me exactly what you think."
So Tom told him exactly what he thought, "When I saw you fucking Dad, and saw how much he enjoyed you doing him, I wished you were fucking me. I got so hot looking at the photos of the two of you fucking, I started jerking off and shot my load all over myself, then I licked my cum off my hand, wondering if you'd like the taste of my cum if you sucked me off and let me cum in your mouth, before you turned me over and fucked my bottom."
Shock showed first on Max's face at the vulgarity of Tom's explicit description of his homosexual lust for his Uncle, then relief erased the strain of his uncertainty about Tom's reaction, then raging sexual desire showed in his suddenly flushed face, and the pulsating veins in the side of his neck betrayed his accelerated heart rate.
Tom looked but couldn't see if Max had gotten a hard on because the back of the chair blocked his view.
Tom watched him with increasing interest. He wondered if Max was actually going to undress right there in front of him, and join him in the tub. He hoped so. He enjoyed watching people undress. Male or female, each had something he liked to watch when their clothes came off. In fact the slower the clothes came off, the better. He liked watching each piece come off. Some were bashful when they realized he was watching them.
A few of those that knew he was watching, were exhibitionists and put on an impromptu strip tease for him, designed to make him wait longer to get his hands on them. Given the photos he'd seen, he figured Max would be an exhibitionist. He was right.
Seeing Tom was watching him to see how he reacted to his confession of homosexual lust for him, Max stood up and slowly removed his jacket, hung in on the back of the chair, then asked, "Have you ever specifically watched a man undress?"
"A couple of times," Tom said carefully, not wanting to tip Max that he was a closet voyeur, and loved watching people take their clothes off.
"Why did you watch?"
"Well, the first one kept bragging about how good looking he was and I wanted to see if his muscle tone and his cock were as great as he said and were as good looking as his face," Tom said, unconsciously suggesting there were other reasons for him watching.
Max picked up on the suggestion and prompted, "And were they?" He asked as he started to take his tie off.
"No."
"Were you disappointed?"
"No, I didn't like the guy. He was pompous, arrogant, and stupid. I was just curious to see if there was any truth to his constant boasting about his donkey dong, and how strong his was. When his arms and chest turned out to be more fat than muscle, and his cock was smaller than average, I told him he was full of shit and was lucky anyone would date him after they found out what a liar he was."
"And why did you watch the other guy undress?"
"I liked him, I was horny, and I wanted to see if his hard cock would pop up out of his shorts and bounce around like mine does when I'm really hard." Tom said avoiding his uncle's gaze.
"Who was the second guy?"
"Billy, he was my roommate at the time."
"Was he good looking or were you just horny?"
"Both."
"And what happened after you watched him undress?"
"The first few times nothing. He didn't know I was watching him, or that I liked him."
"So you watched him undress more than once?"
