Nocturnal Emissions

Disclaimer: There is drug use and nonconsensual elements to this story. All characters are of legal age.

"Whoa, will you look at you! When the hell did you grow muscles kid?"

I glanced up from chopping wood to see my Dad's friend Bill standing at the bottom of the driveway to our cabin with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. I hadn't seen or heard a car so he must have walked from town. He really wasn't my uncle but Dad and Bill had been buddies since school so to me he had always been known as

Uncle Bill

. In recent years, Bill had been stationed overseas with the army so we hadn't seen him as much.

Speaking of muscles, Bill had always been fit but it looked like the army had added 20 lbs of chiseled brawn to his frame and he looked fine as fuck. I had always had a secret crush on the handsome man and I was floored by the changes to his body. He was a walking wet dream all tanned and gorgeous in his snug khaki uniform. His short sleeved shirt barely contained his baseball biceps and massive chest, and his pants clung to his thick thighs and calves. I couldn't help but notice the sizeable khaki-covered bulge between his legs as well.

Mentally giving my head a shake, I grinned, put down my axe, and walked over to him to greet him. I was only wearing shorts to split wood so I loved the feel of his hard body pressed against my bare torso and his strong arms wrapped around me as we hugged. "Hey Uncle Bill! Nice to see you but I'm 18 now so go easy on the kid digs." While I had bulked up over the last couple years thanks to regular gym visits, I was lean, sinewy, and about 6 inches shorter than Bill. I knew I would never reach his beefcake status but I was happy with my progress and pleased that he had noticed. Acknowledging Bill's compliment, "Thanks for noticing my muscle gain. I've been trying but it looks like I have a long way to go to catch up with you. Jesus... you look like a superhero!"

"Sorry Paul, old habits, I can definitely tell you're not a kid." Glancing down at his fit body, Bill acknowledged his own progress, "What can I say, the Army works you hard whether you like it or not, but seriously you're really looking great. You must be a big hit with the ladies."

I had noticed interested looks from girls at work or school and I'd even had a few hints or offers of more but to be honest I really wasn't into women. After years of pretending I was straight and then wondering if I might be bisexual, I had recently admitted to myself that I liked men, period. They were all I thought about and all I jerked off to every chance I got, but to date I had done nothing about it. I was just too freaked out to take the first step although I had come awfully close a couple times. I was planning to come out to my parents at the end of the summer before returning to school and hope for the best. It was a relief to finally accept my orientation and I hoped my parents would be supportive and accepting.

"Oh yeah, that's me for sure. A regular lady killer," I lamely replied before changing the subject, "When did you get in? Mom and Dad weren't expecting you until tomorrow. They're in town picking up groceries."

"I was able to catch an earlier transport and thought I'd surprise them."

At that moment, my folks pulled into the driveway with a car full of groceries and Bill was lost in a flurry of hugs and greetings as he was hustled into the cabin. I helped bring the groceries in and finished up with the firewood while the three of them got caught up. Our cabin was on Lake George and we spent most weekends there in the summer. It was a simple two bedroom cabin perched on a hill overlooking the lake. My parents used one bedroom and we normally kept the other one for guests as I preferred to sleep in our boathouse.

"It's so great to see you Bill, it's been far too long," my Dad said. Bill had changed into a worn t-shirt and old cut-off shorts and looked much more at ease, and hot. He really was my Dad's best buddy and they always had a great time together. My mother was also fond of Bill and was happy to let the two of them hang out, fish, and generally drink too much. My Dad wasn't normally much of a drinker and I guess my Mom felt he deserved to cut loose once in a while. Turning toward Bill, my Dad said, "By the way, Mary's sister and her husband are arriving tomorrow and we were going to put them in the guest room given there's two of them if you don't mind, so you have a choice of the sofa pull-out in here or you can bunk up with Paul in the boathouse."

Bill looked at the sofa bed in the middle of the living room and then over at me, "Hmm, I think I'll crash in the boathouse so I won't be in the way in the morning. That is, as long as you don't mind Paul? I have to warn you though, I do snore, or so I'm told."

Bunk with me? Bill knew there was only one bed in the small boathouse so bunking up meant sharing a bed. "Uh, no worries Uncle Bill. I sleep pretty soundly anyways. Let me grab your stuff and take it down to the boathouse." Bill smiled and thanked me as my Dad handed him a beer and the two of them wandered out onto the deck. As my Mom started putting dinner together, I picked up his duffel bag and walked down to the boathouse as the sun neared the horizon. I wondered how I was going to manage sharing a room, let alone a queen-sized bed, with a stud like Bill without throwing wood. Based on past visits, he and Dad would be up late drinking beer so I didn't blame him for choosing the boathouse so he would be able to sleep undisturbed in the morning.

I climbed the stairs to the upper floor of the boathouse and tossed Bill's bag onto a chair beside the bed. The boathouse sat on piers at the edge of the lake with a garage type door on the water that opened up to store our boat. There was a second floor with a window facing the lake and a skylight on the flat roof. I loved the small space for the view of the lake and the sky, as well as the privacy from the main cabin. It was perfect for rubbing one out without fear of interruption. Given my lack of sexual experience to date, I jerked off often and had spent many nights edging my cock while lying on my back looking up at the stars. To be honest, I had probably shot a number of loads imagining what it would be like to get it on with Bill. I would need to put that kind of thinking aside for the duration of his visit. Straightening up the room and the bed, I headed back up to the cabin.

After a great dinner and an evening of playing cards and games at the table, my Mom headed off to bed. It was getting late but my Dad and Bill were wide awake and still catching up. I finished up my beer and said goodnight as well before walking down to the boathouse. It was a warm summer night with a full moon hanging above the tree line across the lake. With the bright moonlight, it was easy to navigate my way along the path without a flashlight. The bed in the boathouse faced the window so I decided to take the side away from the door so Bill wouldn't have far to go when he eventually came to bed. I stripped down to my boxer briefs and removed the blanket from the bed as it was warm in the small room. Crawling under the crisp sheet, I curled up on my side of the bed and slipped off to sleep with the breeze from the open window providing some relief from the heat. Based on past experience, Dad and Bill would be up for a while.

I'm not sure what time it was when I woke up to a noise. I quickly realized it was Bill arriving at the boathouse. I was lying on my side facing the entrance and could see him closing the door behind him. The light from the moon was reflecting off the lake and it was easy to see even with the lights off. I pretended to be asleep and squinted my eyes so I could secretly watch him undress in the moonlight. He seemed pretty unsteady as he navigated within the small space and removed his shoes. I heard a muffled, "Shit..." as he stubbed his toe on the bed frame. I smiled knowing Dad and Bill had probably had one too many beers.

Bill had moved to the head of the bed and was pulling his t-shirt up over his head. I could feel my heart pounding as I tried to soak in the male beauty within arm's reach as he carelessly tossed his shirt onto the chair. I tried to control my breathing as Bill undid his shorts and slid them off before tossing them onto the chair as well. He was left wearing a pair of snug, white, boxers that glowed in the moonlight in contrast to his smooth, tanned skin. I could make out the bulge of his cock pressed against his shorts as he reached down to readjust himself. My cock was semi-hard as my longtime fantasy prepared to join me in bed. Pulling the sheet back, He sat on the edge of the bed to take his watch off. With his back to me, I was free to admire his broad, muscular back and his ridged obliques as he turned to place his watch on the night table. Seemingly exhausted by the long day and late night of beers, he slid under the sheet lying on his side facing away from me. I was keenly aware of my hard-on and how close this half-naked hunk was to it as he let out a sigh and settled onto the pillow. It wasn't long before Bill's breathing settled into a noisy rattle as the threatened snoring arrived. He was out for the count.

Frustrated by Bill's unintentional erotic performance and my inability to relieve my swollen cock, I stored away the last 5 minutes of steamy imagery for future jack off sessions and closed my eyes. Despite my horniness, it wasn't long before I must have drifted off to sleep as well.

It was the middle of the night when I woke up again forgetting where I was for a moment, and more importantly, who was in bed with me. Opening my eyes, I immediately saw Bill lying inches away from me on his back with one arm tossed over his head and the other resting lightly on his sexy, flat stomach. With the warm night, he had tossed off the sheet with nothing covering him other than his skimpy boxers. The moon had moved higher in the sky and was directly above us shining through the skylight so I was able to see every inch of Bill in glowing detail while he slept. My eyes bulged in lust as I feasted upon the sight. He was as beautiful as Michelangelo's David as he lay prone on the bed. The bright moonlight highlighted his chiseled definition as I watched his broad chest expand with each noisy breath.

With Bill's snores assuring me that he was asleep, I dared to open my eyes fully and lift up my head to see him better. He was the perfect male specimen and I was incredibly jealous of the gains he had made to his body. My eyes traveled down his strong, masculine facial features and sexy moustache, following his draped arm, bulging bicep, and furry armpit to his broad chest and prominent nipples. I so wanted to lean over and suck and chew on his perky nubs but controlled myself. My eyes continued down across his tight washboard abs and furry treasure trail that disappeared under his resting hand and the waistband of his boxers. Even on his back, his boxers were pushed upwards by what lay underneath. As I looked closer, I realized the fly of his shorts was gaping open about a half inch and I could clearly see his veiny cock lying along the length of the fly, as well as the ridge of his cock head. Holy fuck! From what I could tell, he had to be 5 inches or so soft. My 7 inch

hard

cock throbbed in appreciation as I strained to see more of his tool. Looking below this miracle, I could see his heavy balls pressing against the thin, worn fabric of his shorts, followed by his spread muscular thighs, calves and sexy feet.

All the time I was propped up to better ogle Bill, he continued to snore unaware of his appreciative audience. My thinking was that as long as I could hear his snoring, I was safe. It was this type of logic that made me take another risk. My eyes kept returning to his cock through the fly of his shorts and I so wanted to touch it at least once knowing that I'd probably never get another chance. Saying a silent prayer, I held my breath and reached out to lightly stroke a small section of Bill's cock with my fingertip through the open fly. The motion was so light, I wasn't even sure if he'd notice if he was awake but I had just touched Bill's thick shaft for the first time. What a rush. I could even feel the bump of one of his veins as my finger grazed along a half inch of skin. Of course I wanted more. Fuck, I needed more!

Under the cover of Bill's steady breathing, I reached forward and lightly stroked my fingertip along the full length of the exposed section of his cock. It felt like his dick went on for days as I moved as gently and carefully as I could along the hot, spongy surface of his cock.

Feeling emboldened, I continued to explore Bill's cock with one fingertip marvelling at the feel of his skin and bulging veins. After a few more strokes, I noticed that his cock was less spongy and seemingly firmer. Was I making Bill hard? Shit. I looked at the distance from the head of his cock to the top of the fly and there was now only about an inch where before it had been closer to 2 inches before. He was definitely getting a hard-on. Bill's dick was closer to 7 inches in length now with the head of his cock starting to move beyond the upper opening of his fly. Realizing it would soon be difficult to view the thick ridged head of his cock, I took an unbelievable chance and carefully reached into the fly of his boxers gently wrapping my thumb and finger around his hardening cock, and maneuvered the tip out through the fly opening so it was lying exposed on top of his boxers free to expand.

As before, Bill's breathing hadn't changed in the slightest so I assumed I had gotten away with my risky move. My logic was if he did wake up, he'd just assume his cock had slipped out of his boxers on its own. Meanwhile, I wanted to feel more of his dick and I was more than curious to see how big he'd get. Taking care, I ran my fingertip from the lower end of his cock up along the shaft to the thick head. I noticed the tip was damp with a drop of pre-cum so I started to lightly smear it around the head with one finger, while stroking the length of his cock with another finger. Bill was displaying at least 8 inches of thick cock by now with the head extending beyond the waist of his boxers, reaching towards his belly button. I was mesmerized by the steamy scene before me and was grateful for the bright moonlight.

At this point, Bill murmured in his sleep as he shifted and thrusted against my hand. My heart leaped and I froze thinking I was busted but he settled back into measured snoring. Was he having an erotic dream fuelled by my caresses? I was curious to see how much I might be able to influence his subconscious while he slept. As I continued rubbing pre-cum around the head of his cock, he seemed to max out at an impressive, rock-hard 10 inches. I couldn't believe that Bill had a porn star worthy dick on top of his many other physical attributes. Given this was my first cock, I was in heaven and marvelled at its length and girth. Was this going to ruin me for any future cock? Probably. Bill's dick was so rigid, it was slightly elevated above his washboard abs as it strained against my touch. Carefully encircling the raised portion of his shaft with my fingers, I ever so lightly stroked his cock up and down the length where it wasn't in contact with his stomach.

While most of Bill's impressive club-like cock was exposed in the moonlight, I was eager to see the base and his balls if possible. Buoyed by my earlier success and horny as fuck, I took another chance and gingerly reached into his fly, carefully wrapping my hand around the loose, warm skin of his sack and hefted his heavy balls up and out of the fly laying them gently on top of his boxers. Both Bill's big cock and cum-filled balls were now wedged through the fly of his shorts and lying in clear view. Belatedly, I realized it might be harder to explain how his balls had managed to

accidentally

fall out of the fly of his shorts but I was no longer thinking with my big head as I drooled over the hot buffet in front of me. I was guessing he shaved his balls as I lightly stroked and rubbed his satiny, smooth sack.

I shifted to get more comfortable and closer to Bill's thick cock, while he dreamt. With the full length of his tool and hefty balls on display, I wasn't sure where to start. Noticing a small puddle of pre-cum gathering on his tight abs under the thick ridged head of his dick, I scooped a glob of it onto my fingertip and lifted it to my mouth. Slurping the thick cream off my finger with my tongue, I savored the taste and consistency. It had a slight salty and chlorinated taste. I had sampled another man's cum for the first time and I knew I wanted more, and preferably directly from the source.

I glanced up at Bill's handsome face with his mouth slightly open as he slept. He looked out of it despite his raging hard-on. Here goes nothing. Leaning over his torso, I carefully lowered my head until my mouth was inches from the end of his lumbering cock. I could see fresh pre-cum oozing from the tip in the soft moonlight as I reached out with my tongue and licked it off. Mmm, oh fuck, that was damn good. Careful not to disturb Bill's sleeping form otherwise, I delicately licked around the bulbous head with my tongue to capture any stray splooge. I heard a rumble from his chest as his dick jerked in response. Pausing to make sure he wasn't waking up, I noticed another pearl of pre-cum had formed at the tip and reached out to slurp it up as well. Cum tasted so much better directly from a big, thick cock. Needing more, I placed my lips around the thick end of Bill's tool and softly suckled the tip coaxing more pre-cum onto my tongue. Fuck, I could do this all night.

For his part, Bill seemed to be enjoying my treatment of his cock based on the steady volume of pre-cum he was producing, and the occasional soft moan he'd make in his sleep. I'd love to know what he was dreaming about while I teased his dick. Other than the occasional murmur or hitch in his breathing, his snoring was a constant drone in spite of what I was doing to his cock. I thanked the many beers he had had with my Dad as Bill seemed to be in a deep sleep leaving me free to continue my exploration of his amazing body.

I could feel a large wet pre-cum spot forming in my own shorts as my rigid tool strained against the material. After years of imagining what it might be like to touch another man's cock, the actual reality was blowing my mind. I was horny as fuck as I nursed more pre-cum from the glistening, bulbous head of his porn-worthy dick in the quiet, moonlit room. I was hoping this night would never end as I worked my cock and balls free from the fly of my boxer briefs so I could stroke myself while teasing Bill's cock.

Wanting to further expand my pitiful lack of sexual experience and soothed by Bill's snoring, I carefully slid one hand under the base of hiss hard-on and raised it slightly. My goal was to play with his cock and gently feed his subconscious without waking him. Placing the palm of one hand lightly on his hairless balls, I opened my mouth and slid my lips gingerly over the head of his cock until the thick head filled my mouth. Careful to avoid any contact with my teeth, I softly tongued and suckled his knob. Curious to see how much of his tool I could take without forcing it, I slid another couple of inches of his rigid cock towards the back of my mouth. His thick head was lightly pressing against the back of my throat when Bill started to talk in his sleep. I couldn't make out what he was saying but it was more than an occasional murmur. I froze with my eyes open wide and my mouth full of cock, praying for the snoring to resume. Bill may not be aware of what was going on in the boathouse, but he seemed to be enjoying a parallel dream fed by my exploration of his beefcake body.