Seanday Break: What are you doing?

I'm taking a break for a while, but just to entertain you I'm reposting some of my favourite stories -- I hope you enjoy them as well.

Sean.

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“It’s great of you to invite me out to your cabin uncle Jack,” Tony grins.

“No problem son, I’ve been meaning to bring out here for a long time.”

Tony couldn’t believe his eyes; what an opportunity to be out here with his with his hunky uncle in a isolated cabin in the mountains. He glanced over to the heavy built guy, tight crop haircut—something Jack picked up from his time in the marines— broad shoulders, heavy pecs and biceps that stretched the fabric of his check shirt.

Jack pulled over grinning and turned to looked at Tony. “What?” he laughed.

“Are we there?” Tony asked. Jack just grinned and unbuttoned his jeans pushing his hand down inside. “What the fuck are you doing?” Tony stammers.

A wry grin pulls across Jack’s face. “Nothing you wouldn’t be doing if you was sitting here I bet,” Jack retorts.

“What?” Tony stammers.

Jack gets out of the truck and hikes his jeans up. “Get out Tony.”

Tony gets out, a little uneasy. “What’s wrong?” he asks looking around, the road is deserted.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Jack repeats, “in fact it’s going better than I planned.” He reaches up to Tony and grabs him by the back of the neck. Tony is strong; he needs be when he’s playing football, but he doesn’t struggle in fact he’s a little submissive in the hands of the big ex-marine and lets out a uncharacteristic whimper. Jack pulls off his sunglasses and pulls in close to Tony’s face looking deep into his eyes. “Good,” Jack growls. He releases him and plants a thick hand on his chest and pushes him away.

“I don’t understand, what’s the matter?” Tony asks.

Jack says nothing as he lifts his t-shirt revealing tight abs, and a treasure trail disappearing into his jeans. “Like what you see?” he laughs he pushes his hand further up and rubs a furry pec.

Tony bites his lip. “Fuck!”

“Don’t deny it,” Jack murmurs, “I know you want this, all if it. Why do you think I brought you up here?” Without warning, Jack collapses to the ground. Tony rushes over, but steps back as Jack starts to convulse. He lets out a low groan, and his clothes start to bulge and tighten even further; his back arches and veins stand out from his neck with a final groan another figure pulls itself from Jack’s body. He’s much younger, no more than nineteen; slim blond hair falls over his eyes as he looks up at Tony with a mischievous grin. “Bet you wasn’t expecting that huh?” he says.

Tony looks over at his unconscious uncle on the floor and grins. He walks over to the youth and grabs him passionately kissing him. “Fuck Dylan, how long have you been in there?”

“A couple of days,” He replies with coy smile.

“You fucker, and you didn’t think of calling me? Can’t believe I went through all this trouble,” Tony groans.

“Trouble?” Dylan asks. “Believe me, I put in a lot of effort to set this up. I knew Tony would be telling all his friends that he couldn’t wait for the weekend when he was going hunting with his uncle who used to be a marine, and I’d hoped you’d hear it as well.” He prods Tony’s chest. “Now get the fuck out, because it’s Tony I want,” Dylan growls looking into Tony’s eyes, “or do I have to come in there and get you?”

Tony grins, and collapses to the ground writhing and groaning onto his front, with a cry his shoulders roll forward lifting him from the ground and a figure pulls itself from his back and Tony sags into unconsciousness. The figure grins at Dylan, black short hair brilliant blue eyes shine out from under expressive eyebrows. He walks over and gently touches Dylan.

“Ready for an amazing weekend Mark?” Dylan asks. Mark smiles widely. Dylan looks up at the sky. “We’d better hurry up, it’ll be getting dark soon.”

Dylan watched as Mark walked over to Jack, rolling him onto his front. He climbed onto Jack’s back, and started to push and ease himself into the marines body. Once again Jack’s body convulsed as Mark took control, Dylan watched as Jack rolled over and sat up slowly feeling his body; he slipped his hand into his jeans and looked over at Dylan with a smile.

It was Dylan’s turn, and he climbed onto the Tony’s back and aggressively forced his way into the schools more popular football jock. Tony jumped to his feet and flexed. “About fucking time,” he growled, “he’d never let me near him--fucker. Now he’s mine.” Tony shoots a look at Jack and nods. “Never suspected you eh?”

The new Tony walks over and throws an arm around his uncle’s shoulder. “We’d better get going,” he whispers in Jack’s ear. “I think when Tony returns to school on Monday people will notice he’s like a new man. Now let’s get moving,” he growls and they jump in the truck.