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Nephew RyanI turned on the computer and logged onto the net. I went to my e-mail siteand checked my messages. A few work-related notes. And one thatimmediately caught my eye. It was from my nephew, Ryan.Ryan was a freshman at a college that was a few hundred miles away. Thiswas his first year away from home. While he was at college, his parents (mybrother and sister-in-law- they had adopted Ryan when he was just a fewmonths old) moved to the other coast. So, for the summer, Ryan was planningon living with me. This was his home town, and this is where he wanted tospend his summer.Ryan and I had always been very close. He spent quite a lot of time at myhouse while he was in high school. I think he and I were actually closerthan he and his father. He always enjoyed coming to my house. It is a"Father-knows-best" house (at least that's what I call it). Kinda like thehouse in "Father of the Bride." Ryan always loved this house, almost asmuch as I do. He would frequently come here on the weekends and we'd playPing-Pong in the basement, watch movies in the living room, play table gamesin the kitchen, or swim and hot tub in the pool I had built in the backyard. The two of us became very close as he grew up.One of Ryan's interests in high school (other than football) wasbodybuilding. He loved lifting weights and working his diet so he could gethuge and lean. And Ryan was a knockout! By the time he was a senior, hewas about 6'4 and 240 pounds of fat-free beef.The girls flocked to Ryan. He had a steady girl during his senior year. Hebrought her over to my house once. She was cute and small -- a beautiful,petite contrast to his huge, muscular teenage body. I remember that dayvividly. Ryan and Jen hung around my place for a few hours. We all ate andtalked. Ryan was wearing jeans and a white tank top- the ribbed cotton kindthat hugged every square inch of his rippling muscles, especially caressinghis bulbous chest. His mammoth, round shoulders dominated the room. AndJen was transfixed on his body. She found every opportunity to place herfeminine little hands on Ryan's huge shoulders and arms. At one point, Ryanwas sitting on the floor and Jen was sitting on the couch just above andbehind him. As we talked and laughed, Jen had her fingers all over thatguy's shoulders and triceps. She even moved her hand down and felt hisnipple once, and then squeezed his pec. Ryan didn't seem to mind theattention. After they left, I went into my bathroom and shot my load allover the sink and counter. I nearly didn't get my pants unzipped in time.His smile always melted me. He and I joked around a lot, and we innocentlywrestled and played in my family room. Ryan just made my heart skip when hesmiled or laughed. He was just gorgeous. He never posed for me (other thanflexing his arm for me once), but we did talk bodybuilding a lot. He likedto go to contests and watch the other guys pose. I always encouraged him topursue the sport, knowing my eyes would benefit from his involvement.Ryan was going to arrive at my house in about a week. I really lookedforward to being able to see him all summer. I planned for us to spend manyquiet, lazy days together by my backyard pool.I opened his e-mail: "Dear Uncle Mark, I am really looking forward toseeing you in a few weeks! I should arrive late Friday afternoon. I am soexcited about spending the summer at your place."I don't know if you will recognize me, Uncle Mark. I have been eating likemad and working out like a horse. Since you saw me last fall, I have gained20 pounds! And in the last few weeks I have been increasing my cardioworkouts too, so by the time you see me, I should come in at under 4% bodyfat! I am excited to see what you think. Oh, and I just measured myselflast week. I've grown another inch in height this year!"My heart thumped loudly. I loved it when Ryan called me "Uncle Mark." Itmade me feel like he was submitting to me or something. I loved the thoughtof that huge muscleman respecting me and obeying my every command. Icouldn't imagine what Ryan must look like at 260 pounds!I read on: "Last January, a few of the guys on campus and I started abodybuilding club. The only rule we have is that your arm measurement hasto at least equal your age. That's fine with me. If I don't even adanything to my arms, I'll be assured a place in the club until I'm 21. "I placed my hand on my jeans and began to massage my hardened dick."The club meets every Tuesday night. We do a lot of posing. There are fiveother guys in the club. Often we will invite visitors to attend privateposing sessions after the meeting. I've just gotta tell you about this oneguy I posed for. I've never had anything like this happen."After the posing meeting, this guy asked if I would pose for him. So, wewent upstairs and I stripped down do my trunks. (I just love watching guy'seyes bug out when they see me strip down!)"I could imagine Ryan's huge grin as he laughed."Well, I started going through my routine, flexing my arms, chest, back,legs- everything. I really like to take my time and accentuate everymuscle. It really freaks guys out to watch. And this guy was REALLY intoit. I find I do a better job of posing if I know the audience is enjoyingthe show. This guy was just blown away. Anyway, after I was about half waythrough my routine, the guy started holding his hand on his crotch. He puthis coat on top, so I couldn't see what he was doing, but when his wholebody started to jerk and he started to bite his lip, it was only too evidentwhat was happening! I really didn't know what to do! I thought maybe Ishould stop and get dressed, but I kinda felt sorry for the guy. I imaginehe was pretty embarrassed! So, I decided to humor the k**, and I just keptposing! He must have jerked off for two or three minutes while I posed!"When he was done jerking, I stopped posing. I just grinned at him and said'Well, I sure am glad you enjoyed yourself.' He was really turning red. Isaid 'The posing session is free, but if you want me to help you clean up,there's an additional charge.'"The guy tried to make sure his pants didn't show anything, and then hebolted for the door! He was out of the building before I could even getdressed! I didn't tell anyone about it, but I had the best laugh of mylife!"It was kind of awesome, to think that someone could have such anoverwhelming reaction, just by looking at me. I'm trying not to let it goto my head. "I looked down at my own crotch and realized that I had just completedmasturbating. The thought of seeing Ryan pose like that, and then having aguy jerk off while watching, sent me into an orgasm. I pressed hard on mycock a few more times, and a couple more squirts of cum entered my shorts.I finished reading: "Anyway, I will see you Friday! I can't wait!Sincerely, your huge nephew, Ryan."I closed the e-mail site and logged off. I went into the bathroom andcleaned up. I swear there was a quarter cup of liquid in my briefs.* * * * *I nearly went nuts waiting for Friday to arrive. But finally it came. Ileft work at noon and didn't return. I had the house all clean, and Inearly paced the floor, anticipating Ryan's arrival.At about 3 pm, the doorbell rang. I leapt to the entryway and opened thedoor. On my porch stood Ryan, and he was the biggest hunk of gorgeous fleshI had ever laid eyes on! Ryan didn't waste a second. He was inside thedoor in a flash, lifting me up and giving me a tight bear-hug."Oh Uncle Mark! I'm so glad to be here!" he almost squealed. He pulled meclose and nudged his neck next to mine, holding me about six inches off thefloor. His powerful arms tightened, and even with this friendly hug, Icould feel the incredible strength of my nephew. Our necks rubbed together,and Ryan held me tight for just a second or two longer than what mightotherwise have been appropriate. He almost seemed to be teasing me. It wasas if he knew I was melting in his arms.Ryan stood me up and he stepped back. He just smiled at me. My mouth musthave dropped open, because he started laughing."Ryan. You're HUGE!" I gasped. Ryan Escort bayan (https://kusadasi.t2bro.net/) just kept laughing. He lifted one armand flexed his biceps muscle in a k**ding way. Even under his beige coathis huge gun swelled. It bulged against the fabric of his sleeve,stretching it very tight."I told you, you might not recognize me!" He grinned. He was so playful!Just like a k**. He wasn't dumb or anything. No, not this premed major.It's just that when it came time to have fun, Ryan was first in line. Iloved that about him.One of the first things I noticed about Ryan was his neck. It had becomesome kind of massive, muscular column! And with those dimples and squarejaw, he looked like a blond bodybuilding version of Eric Lindros!Ryan looked around the entryway. He smiled as he recognized some of thefamiliar pictures and furniture. I studied his huge body."Here, let me take your coat," I prodded. Ryan quickly took off his coat.My heart pounded as my eyes feasted on his upper torso. He was wearing atight-fitting white T-shirt. I took his coat, and Ryan continued torediscover my house. He moved into the living room as I hung his coat inthe closet. It was perfect. Ryan seemed genuinely distracted by all thememories. He was really enjoying looking at my house again. His eyes ranall over the room, studying things and making comments. It gave me a greatopportunity to study his upper body.His dominant feature was- well EVERYTHING. But I couldn't get my eyes offthose shoulders. They had thickened and filled out so much more than when Ilast saw him. And those pecs! They had a huge overhang, jutting outpowerfully, filling that T-shirt with bulging muscle. His arms wereunbelievable. They almost had a square look to them, with the tricepsforming a hard, box of beef at the back of his arm. His biceps had adominant vein of strength coursing down. Every time Ryan moved, his armsseemed to pulse with power.Beneath Ryan's overhanging chest stood a pair of cobblestone columns, eachclearly visible through the stretched cotton. The brickwork swelled witheach breath he took, then receded as he exhaled. His abs were taut andincredibly lean. His torso narrowed insanely, to what I estimated to beprobably 30 fat-free inches.Ryan was still oblivious to my obsession with his body. He kept checkingout the living room, thoroughly engrossed in it. He picked up a photographoff my piano. His huge guns bulged as he held it. I nearly began to fillmy briefs with milk. As it was, my penis was throbbing, since it was forcedto point downward in my pants. I moved behind a wing-back chair anddiscretely adjusted my member, so that it could point up at an angle undermy jeans. Immediately, it filled to its fullness, and achieved totalstiffness. I sighed silently as my dick enjoyed the relief from thepressure.Covered in tight denim, Ryan's legs were awesome. I couldn't remember everseeing someone with such huge, powerful-looking legs. His butt was the mostbeautiful work of art imaginable. Round, bulbous glutes filled his pants.They were tight, muscular, huge globes. I moved closer to Ryan, approachinghim from behind, studying his ass. My estimate of Ryan's waist had beeninaccurate: I checked out the leather badge on his jeans. Twenty-nine inchwaist. Thirty-six inch inseam. My stomach churned as I pondered thesemeasurements.My eyes moved upward and were forced to a stop by Ryan's flared lats. Theywere unbelievable! His back could be used as a highway sign, or perhaps abillboard! I examined Ryan's arms again. That square muscularity wasincredible! And his skin. Maybe that was what it was. His skin seemed tobe without any fat, without any oils. It was so lean and clear. So...so... muscular!Ryan's body was a lesson in geometry. At the top was his neck: a thick,cylinder. Yes, it was an irregular cylinder, because it bulged with veinsand moving muscles every time he turned his head. But it was a tower ofmuscular, beefy beauty. Like none I had seen or even imagined. Slightlylower were Ryan's t****zes muscles, forming huge t****zoid blocks on top ofhis shoulders. Then, there were Ryan's spherical cannon balls thatcompromised his deltoids. Hanging like two cubes of steel on the sides ofRyan's body were his square, bulging triceps, forming two blocks ofimpenetrable muscle. On the front of his arms were two oblong, roundedmasses of biceps muscle. Ryan's back, still to me, was a perfect invertedpyramid of latisimus dorsi- overhanging his lower torso. On his front,lower torso, Ryan's abs formed beautiful mounds of rectangular muscles.Lower, Ryan's glutes were perfect spheres, altering their perfection onlyoccasionally, as he shifted his weight. This alteration was by no means anegative thing. His massive upper legs held the shape of elongated globes,swelling with every movement of his quads and hamstrings.Ryan turned around and smiled, motioning to the picture in his hand. "Thisis you and me!" he laughed. "I remember that trip! We had the best timecamping!" The picture was taken when Ryan and I had spent a weekend in thewoods. He was probably 15 at the time. Even then, I was impressed with hisemerging manly physique. I could tell that he had the building blocks foran incredible body. But I had no idea back then what kind of man Ryan wouldturn out to be. My wildest imaginings couldn't have predicted that he wouldhave turned into the Adonis -the Hercules- standing before me.Ryan put the picture down. I asked him if he wanted to get settled in hisroom. He agreed, and we went out to his car to get his things.I took one suitcase out of his trunk and set in on the driveway. I was veryheavy, probably 70 pounds. I grabbed his duffle bag and an overnight bagand started for the house. Ryan grabbed the heavy suitcase and anotheridentical one out of the trunk and followed me. He made them look likefeathers!We made our way up the stairs and across the walkway to Ryan's room. Hisroom was directly across the entryway balcony from mine. I sat his bagsdown and he entered the room. In spite of having just carried probably 150pounds up the stairs, he wasn't even breathing heavy. He sat his suitcasesdown lightly. His arms and back bulged as he bent over. Then he stood up.He began looking around his room, just like he had downstairs. His face litup. He was pleased. He inspected everything. He walked into his privatebathroom and checked out the large bathtub and the oversized shower. Heliked it all. He came back out and his eye caught the large full-lengthmirror I had installed just for him. He smiled. "All RIGHT," he grinned."Now I can practice my posing before I go to bed.""I thought you'd like it," I smiled. Ryan stepped just a bit closer to themirror and lifted one arm. He studied his biceps muscle carefully,examining every striation, every exposed vein. Then he flexed it. It grew.He smiled. I silently wept. Ryan hardened his arm more, and twisted hisforearm just a bit. The 21 inch gun jumped and bulged. It was the mostawesome display of muscle I had ever seen in person."Holy shit," I finally mumbled.Ryan smiled and turned his face to me without putting his arm down. "Youlike it?" he prodded."Shit Ryan," I said. "You SAID you had gotten bigger, but I had no IDEA youturned into Mr. Olympia!"Ryan burst into a laugh and put his arm down. "Well, I don't know about Mr.Olympia, Uncle Mark, but I'm glad you like what I've been working at.""LIKE it?" I joked. "I'm just glad you're going to be here for the summer.That way I can cancel my security service for a few months!Ryan and I both laughed. Then he said "Uncle Mark, you have given me a loton encouragement with bodybuilding over the years. Would you be interestedin critiquing my posing routine?"I nearly lost all my air. There was nothing I would enjoy doing more.(Well, I guess I would have to qualify that last statement, but you get mymeaning.) "Sh- sure," I choked out. My mouth was dry. I couldn'tfor-the-life-of-me imagine seeing anything more beautiful than the imagethat was in front of me at that moment. Ryan's cotton-clad upper body Bayan escort (https://kusadasi.t2bro.net/) andhis denim-covered lower body was the most astounding visage I had everwitnessed. I couldn't imagine that a posing-strap clad Ryan would look anybetter. But then he hadn't taken anything off yet.Ryan tossed one of his suitcases up on the bed, next to me. He opened itquickly. His clothes were folded immaculately. He shoved his hand into theclothes and dug for a second. His forearm bulged with striated veins as hisfingers wiggled their way between his garments. Finally, he withdrew hishand. It was holding three cotton posing trunks. They were skimpy at thetop of the leg, but the part that covered his- his... his genitals seemed alittle more voluminous than usual. Of course if EVERYTHING on his body wereas exaggerated as his muscles, then I could see the need."Here," he grinned. "You choose which one you want me to wear. I need totake a pee. I'll be right back." He turned and went into his bathroom andclosed the door. I grabbed the three briefs. One was a dark teal color,one was royal blue, and one was red. I brought all three to my face andsmothered myself. His body scent was absolutely intoxicating. It was anaphrodisiac. I took deep breaths, moving the fabric all over my nose andface. Did I detect a hint of semen odor? Oh my heart pounded as I let mynose enjoy the feast. I quickly tucked the teal green one into my jeanspocket. I'd definitely be able to enjoy this later. I threw the blue oneon the top of Ryan's open suitcase and held the red one in my hand. I heardRyan pee, so I lifted the red briefs up to my face again and enjoyed thewarm scent of Ryan's crotch one more time. I closed my eyes and breatheddeeply.The bathroom door opened, and I quickly lowered Ryan's briefs. He emerged,still completely clothed. However, he didn't bother to zip up his jeansafter peeing. He was wearing boxers. They were black with small red heartsall over them. Ryan walked toward me. "Ah, the red ones it is then." Hegrinned.Ryan suggested I make myself comfortable on the bed. He moved his suitcaseonto the floor. I laid back against the pillows and tried to place my handsso as to hide my raging hardon.Ryan began to undress. It became immediately apparent to me that Ryan was amaster in suspense and teasing, not to mention sensual posing and musculardisplay. He slowly untucked his tight T-shirt. He didn't look at me much.He kept his eyes on his work. His muscular, long fingers pulled at thefabric, and taunted me.Finally, he grabbed the base of his shirt, crossing his arms. Isubconsciously held my breath. Ryan pulled the shirt up. It caught on hischin, but his muscular arms pulled harder, and the fabric popped up, off hishead. His abs were so deep, I thought there was no skin on them. His chestwas so round and full that this pecs must have hung out over his abs nearlythree inches- no exaggeration! His nipples were bigger than silver dollars.Probably closer to the circumference of the top of a beer can! And thetips of his nipples were like two oversized peanuts, jutting forth andyelling to the world: "Look at me!" Ryan smiled as he saw my reaction tohis body. My mouth must have been gaping. I found myself, and closed itslightly.Ryan's arms and shoulders seemed to breathe, now that the constrains of theshirt were gone. They bulged and pulsed with muscular life. Ryan slowlydanced his pecs, just a bit. I think I licked my lips, but I HAD to or elseI would have started drooling! He tightened his arms as they hung at hissides, and his horseshoe triceps muscles protruded, as if there were littlea****ls crawling around under the skin or his arms. He exhaled, and theskin of his abs receded into nothingness, accenting the rectangular moundsof abdominal muscle.I nearly began to cream in my pants. I had never been privy to a privateposing session. The best I had been able to do was to rent and buybodybuilding videos. This was WAY beyond that. And Ryan was WAY beyond anybodybuilder I could ever want to spend an evening with. I was lost inintoxicating lust.Ryan began to pull his pants down, keeping his eyes on his progress. Hisarms bulged. Finally, they were forced down, over his quads. He steppedout of them, his calves swelling as he stepped.Then, without fanfare, Ryan pulled his boxers down and stepped out of themas well. He stood before me completely nude. His genitals were hairless,except for a small triangle of blond/brown softness, neatly trimmed abovehis privates. He obviously took very good care of his body, manicuringevery inch for the maximum effect.Ryan reached down and took the red briefs from my sweaty hands. He began tofumble with them, trying to ready them to be put on. He held them justbelow his chest. His arms bulged. My eyes were glued not to those arms,however. At the moment, my retinas were affixed on the mammoth length ofmeat which jutted between two large egg-sized nuts. The whole bouquet waspushed forward by the beefy slabs of vein-crossed quad muscle. I fear mymouth dropped open again as I examined the inches and multitude inches ofprime wiener beef. He was cut. His dick was... well, it was... it wasMUSCULAR! I couldn't BELIEVE that a man could have such a striated, muscledcock! Veins fed the organ from every conceivable point of entry. It seemedto have a life of its own, as it dangled to and fro. The testicles were twoorbs of solid rock, encased in flowing, moist sacs. Ryan, seeminglyignorant of my staring gaze, continued to adjust his posing strap.About three years sooner than I would have liked, Ryan bent down and put oneleg, then the other, through his posing trunks. He slowly slid them up hislegs. I thought the fabric would tear when he manipulated them up over hisquads, but they reluctantly stretched. He moved them up, and began thearduous task of tucking his genitals into the pouch. He got them somewhatinside, then moved his fingers around the back, adjusting the straps aroundhis waist. Then he moved to the front again and repositioned his thick meatand balls. He pulled the front down far, stretching the fabric long, thenbrought it back up in front of his penis, positioning it just right. Hefiddled with the fabric just a bit, pushing on his nuts, trying to get themto lie just right. He messed with the straps on his hips again. Then, tomy total amazement and joy, he did something I will never forget.Ryan, seemingly dissatisfied with how his trunks were containing hismanhood, pulled them down far, straps and all. They hung tight on hisquads, exposing everything. "Sometimes I like to get my cock just a littleengorged and thick. It makes it fill out the trunks better. Looks morepowerful when I'm posing." He talked matter-of-factly. I was ready to die.Ryan, with his trunks halfway down to his knees, began to touch himself.Immediately his penis began to grow and thicken. He closed his eyes just abit, and fondled himself. I pressed on myself, coming so close to loosingit that I had to stop. Ryan's whole body froze in a statue of picturesqueeroticism. His muscles were extreme. The tips of his fingers tickled hisscrotum, just behind his balls. He brought one hand forward and touchedhimself at the sensitive spot just below his penis cut, on the back side ofhis mushroom. His cock grew and thickened more. It was semi-limp. Itthrobbed as he pleasured himself, growing higher with each heartbeat.Finally, Ryan was satisfied with the development of his erection. It wasn'tfully erect, by any means. But it was just swollen enough so that it wouldfill those trunks to overflowing. He stopped pleasuring himself and pulledhis trunks back up. The effect was tremendous. Not that his generousorgans needed any improvement, but with his dick swollen, it really did lookawesome! Ryan looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. "When I startposing, I'll keep excited enough to maintain this. Posing always gets mepretty wound up," he said, matter-of-factly."Um... I was wondering..." I stammered. "Are you um... going to do the sameposing routine Escort (https://kusadasi.t2bro.net/) that you used when that guy jerked off?"Ryan grinned big. "Well, actually. Yes," he smiled. "So if you are have atendency to do the same, you might want to loosen your jeans and give thatstick of yours some breathing room." Ryan looked down at my crotch andshowed me his pearly whites. I was embarrassed, but it was obvious thatRyan was right. My hard-on was huge."You mean, you would pose for someone while they jerk off in front of you?"I asked incredulously."Well, not just ANYONE," he answered. "But for YOU, I'd make an exception."Ryan moved toward me. I was still leaning back against the propped uppillows. He bent over and began to undo my pants. I thought I was going tofaint. His muscular fingers moved quickly and effectively. My cock sprangforth, and Ryan forced my jeans down below my hips. His eyes nearly buggedout as he looked at my genitals."Is that erection... just for ME?" he asked wide-eyed.I said nothing, but nodded my head tentatively.Ryan motioned to my genitals, and said "May I?" Again, I nodded. Hestooped over and began to cup my balls and dick in his hands, propping mystick up with his finger. It rose high in the air, precum dripping all overthe place. Ryan looked at it as if it were THE present he had been wishingfor on Christmas morning. His mouth opened wide as he smiled. "Oh, UncleMark... It's BEAUTIFUL!" he nearly laughed. He seemed mesmerized by it.His eyes studied it carefully, seeming to memorize every vein, everythrobbing movement of it.He kept his hands cupped, holding my genitals with the utmost reverence.Finally, he moved his face close to it and examined it more. His face wasonly a few inches away from it. He looked up and down it, microscopicallyexamining every inch. His muscular arms bulged with steel straps as hisbent biceps supported his cupped hands. Oh please put it in. Please put itin. After an interminable amount of time, Ryan gently kissed the back sideof my mushroom. It was just a peck. Like a guy might give a sweet,innocent girl on their first date when he didn't want to go inside with her.Ryan immediately smiled. His lips had been moistened by my precum. Helicked them lightly. He slowly kissed it again. No tongue, just a lippress. I tightened my cock in response. His fingers tightened around thebase, pressing it up harder. My cock tingled with unreleased semen. It wasengorged, just waiting, holding back.Ryan moved his lips higher and kissed the tip. It swelled under his lips.Then, he kissed it again, but this time he parted his lips just a bit andtongued my slit hole. He lifted his face off. Oh PLEASE put it in! Forthe love of Mary, PLEASE put it in! Ryan kissed the side of my shaft. Hegently hit it with seven or eight kisses, each successive kiss moving closerto the base of my cock. His square jaw and dimples, along with his day oldbeard, drove me insane! When he got to the base, he took a few of hismuscular fingers and began to move them up my shaft, gently tickling me,pleasuring my hard, thick cock.I began to ejaculate. My first squirt shot hard, landing on my shirt.Quickly, Ryan moved his mouth up and cupped it over the end of my dick. Hebegan to tickle me with his tongue as blast after sharp blast of my warmmilk filled his mouth. Ryan smiled as he sucked, moaning slightly. Igroaned, nearly yelling. Ryan pushed down on my cock with his hand,pressing more milk into his mouth.In a few minutes, I was done. Ryan released my cock, and it fell, half-limponto my abs. Ryan placed his huge hand on my genitals, squeezed them hard,forcing the last squirt of semen forth. Then he lifted his hand and stoodup tall, smiling. I was speechless, ashamed and afraid."Uncle Mark, you are so HOT!" Ryan said. I didn't know how to respond. Ihad never had relations with a man before. Never allowed this to happen. Iwas afraid that my relationship with Ryan was ruined. Little did I know."Well," Ryan said. "Since you got to do it, would you mind if I took aturn?" I shook my head, grinning only slightly. THIS I had to see."Maybe, if you feel like it," Ryan said, "you can help. If you want."Ryan lifted his arms and hit a double biceps pose. Those arms could haveshot out the lights! They bulged with solid blocks of muscle. He flexedand unflexed them, extending his arms wide as he did so. The musclesthrobbed and danced, rippling with veins and lumpy fibers of muscle. Inearly went into another orgasm, and would have if I hadn't just completedthe cycle moments earlier. I couldn't BELIEVE the development of his arms!Ryan kept his arms wide and began to dance his pectoral muscles. Slow,erotic waves of muscle moved across his chest. His abs narrowed and bulged.He tightened his legs, and insanely ripped muscles popped forth. He wasASTOUNDING.As Ryan posed for me, his semi-limp cock became harder and harder, pressingever more outward as it grew. Ryan turned around and hit a mind-bogglingback pose. While his genitals were out of my sight, he lowered the front ofhis briefs and tucked them under his balls. He turned around, and thisMASSIVE cock was pointing right at me. Within seconds, it was pointed atthe ceiling, nearly pressed against his brickwork. It was a mother-fuckingLARGE piece of equipment. In my photo and video lusting experience, I havefound that most bodybuilders don't possess genitals of very noteworthyproportions. But Ryan was definitely an exception!Ryan continued posing, his mighty sword cutting through the air as heflexed. He hit a side biceps pose and held it. His arms hardened intomarble. The gigantic muscles obeyed Ryan, despite the immense effort theymust have exerted to maintain their rocklike position. Ryan was sweatingslightly, and his muscular body began to glisten. His cock dripped withprecum. He almost seemed to begin to shake, as he commanded those arms toremain at attention. They submitted to his authority, holding fast to theirhuge proportions. They began to ripple uncontrollably as they strained tohold their flex. Sweat began to bead on Ryan's forehead. His incrediblepower took my breath away.He released his mighty arms, and they relaxed. Ryan smiled, obviouslypleased with their obedience. He lowered them to his sides, and theyremained at ease. Ryan took a big breath and his bulbous chest expanded.It kept expanding. For a moment, it looked as if it would continueexpanding until it filled the room. His dark nipples grew and became erect.The cleavage between the lean slabs of beef deepened. Flanks of meat onRyan's back began to grow and push his arms out from his sides.Ryan exhaled the air and relaxed. He reached down and tore the tucked strapfrom his body. His triceps bulged as the fabric gave way. His cock wasstill at 110% erection. Ryan moved close to me, his quads touching the sideof the bed. His muscular, sweaty body towered over me, and his meaty cocknearly met my face. I leaned up slightly and began to kiss it and lick it.Unlike Ryan, I did not have the control to keep my mouth from quicklyconsuming that thing. In seconds, I was sucking hard on it. In secondsRyan was shooting hot bursts of his semen into my mouth. I looked up, andRyan raised his arms behind his head, pushing his body into a tight ab poseas he ejaculated into my mouth. His hard cock was incredibly thick. I hadnever tasted semen before. It was real good.Ryan's penis jerked with powerful, noticeable throbs. The essence of hisperson was filling me. I was tasting RYAN! And he tasted very very good.Ryan held his ab pose. His tight body was so muscular that I began to cumagain, squirting onto the bed as I laid on my side. Ryan opened his eyesand saw my orgasm and smiled. I nearly bit his cock off. But I don't thinkmy mouth could have dented this steel pipe.We continued our joint orgasm. Cleanup was... well, it was... liberating!For as long as I could remember, I had wanted to share myself, my innerfeelings with someone. Never could I have imagined that it would be with myidol. Ryan and I talked and talked, sharing our common feelings. Webonded. As we cleaned up our pools of milk, we laughed and shared, notbelieving that we both felt the same way.I looked at Ryan's huge body. I had fallen in love with my nephew. It wasthe beginning of the most glorious summer of my life. And the two of usended up sharing many many years together.