Date: Sun, 10 May 2015 06:14:08 -0500
From: 1967author@gmail.com
Subject: My Cousin Danny Part Five

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My "Cousin" Danny (Part Five)

	Our family's reunion was at Table Rock Lake three weeks after my
parents' AA weekend confirmed what I had long suspected: I was gay. I did
not see Danny in those three weeks, as our weekend together had freaked me
out enough that I absented myself from the wiffle ball games. I realized I
was being a tool, but I could not bear the thought of being forced to
endure Danny's breaks with Sally. And, I certainly could not watch him sex
her. So, I claimed I had to start getting ready to head back to school and
avoided Danny, wiffle ball, and Sally.

	On reunion weekend, the adults always stayed in cabins, and the
kids always stayed in tents. As we drove down, I wondered if Danny's 18th
birthday would move him into a cabin, or if he would still be tenting with
the rest of us. As we pulled in, I saw Danny toting a tent toward our
traditional site, resolving my wonder.

	My god he looked good. He had his wavy brown hair pulled back in a
bandana and was wearing Aviators, a black tank top, cut off jeans, and
black Chuck Taylor's. I was only three years younger than he was, but it
may as well have been 13. I was still blond, my hair not matching my brown
pubic hair. I still had some baby fat. And, I was unmuscled. About the only
adult thing about me was my dick, which -- to my great pride -- was
disproportionately large for someone my size.

	As we unpacked our car, Danny walked back past, said hello to his
Uncle and my Step-Father, and rubbed his hand through my hair like I was
little boy. I was wounded.

	As the oldest cousin, Danny took charge of placing our tents. He
placed his well away from the rest and then started matching cousins to
tents, as not everybody brought one. We never did. We did not own one.

	As he moved people around, I noticed he had not matched me with
anyone. Almost every year, I shared with Billy, and I assumed that would be
the case again this year. So, I was surprised when Danny matched Bobby and
Billy in the farthest tent from his. When Danny was finished, he asked, "Is
that everyone?" He had left me out, all eyes were on me, and I was wounded
again. Bobby and Billy both laughed, and I offered, "I guess I can bunk in
the back seat of the Catalina."

	Danny responded, "Sorry, little man, I guess you're stuck with me."

	I grabbed my duffel and headed toward his tent, still wounded. I
was unrolling my pack when Danny entered the tent and said hello. I
pretended I had not heard him and did not respond. Danny grabbed me, turned
me around, and asked "what's your deal, little man?"

	When I responded that I felt forgotten or like the last kid picked
at recess, Danny's smile confirmed he thought I was a tool.

	"I didn't forget about you. I wanted you in my tent. But, I didn't
want it to be obvious."

	As he said that, Danny took my hand, put it to his crotch, and
said, "see, I told you I wanted you in my tent" as I felt his dick
harden. My mood instantly brightened, and I started rubbing Danny's dick
through his cutoffs.

	"Why'd you want me in your tent?" I played.

	"I'll show you," Danny played back as he put his back to the flap,
unbuttoned and unzipped his cutoffs, and provided me full access to his
fully engorged dick. I kneeled down and took as much of him in my mouth as
I could.

	"Use your hand, too," Danny instructed.

	I did, making it an extension of my mouth, as I had seen Sally
do. Sooner than I expected, Danny seized up and started coming in my
mouth. I drank what I could, but not all of it.

	When Danny was done, I offered "that was fast" and stood up.

	"No time to savor it, little man. Don't want people wondering
what's going on in here." Danny stuffed his dick back in his cutoffs and
sealed them up. "Let's go see what everyone's up to."

*****

	The reunion weekends were full. Potluck campfire dinner on Friday
night, after which the adults tended to get drunk as the kids were sent to
their tents. Fishing, swimming, wiffle ball, volleyball, and floating on
Saturday, after which the adults tended to get drunk as the kids were sent
to their tents. Sleep in on Sunday morning, then de-camp and head home.

	After the potluck dinner that year, the family split between cabins
and tents, except Danny went with the cabiners, not the tenters. I was
disappointed, but not for long. Bobby had brought pot. So, while the little
kids got settled in their tents, Bobby, Billy, and I snuck down to the
creek, sat on a piece of driftwood, and got as high as kites. I was baked
by the time we headed back to our tents. And that meant I was both hungry
and horny.

	Danny was already in the tent when I got there. I could tell from
his glassy eyes that he was drunk. I am sure he could tell from my
bloodshot eyes that I was high. I quickly started scrounging for food.

	"What are you looking for?"

	"Food. I'm starving."

	"Got the munchies, do you?"

	I looked toward Danny and smiled. He was standing in the middle of
the tent in the whitest tighty whities I had ever seen. I had never seen
Danny in underwear before. The site of him standing there -- his bare
muscles rippling and accentuating the stark contrast between his tanned
skin and the white underwear -- was breathtaking. I was rapt.

	Danny grabbed my attention when he moved his hand to his hard dick
and said, "We don't have any food. I'll guess you'll just have to eat
this."

	My interest in food had evanesced. I now wanted one thing and one
thing only, and only a thin layer of white cotton stood between me and
it. Danny locked his fingers behind his head, which I took as a sign that I
was free to do whatever I wanted. I walked to him, put my lips on his right
nipple, and gently pulled the elastic waistband over his tumescence and
down to his thighs. I let my hands wander back up to his balls and taint as
I licked and sucked his nipple.

	Danny interrupted me. "Stop sucking my nipple and start sucking my
dick."

	I did what I was told. As I had earlier in the day, I kneeled in
front of him, took what I could in my mouth, and took the rest in my
hand. I went at him hungrily. After a bit, Danny told me to slow down. He
had something else he wanted to teach me.

	As I wondered what, Danny told me to get on all fours in front of
him. I did. Just when I thought the lesson was going to be how to get
fucked doggy style, I felt Danny's tongue on my ass. I jumped and moved
away.

	"What are you doing?" I asked, unamused.

	"I'm going to show you how to eat ass. You're not going to get by
in your world if you are not into ass play. So, get back over here and
relax."

	I was not certain I wanted to get "into ass play." Once Danny's
tongue was back at my hole, it took about three seconds to resolve my
uncertainty. Danny's tongue flicking against and around my asshole felt
awesome. Just when I thought it could not get better, Danny's tongue
penetrated my opening. I could not believe what was happening. It made me
desperate, and I betrayed my desperation by begging Danny to fuck me.

	"Okay, but you have to keep it down. I put my tent as far from the
others as I could, but people are not deaf. They are going to hear you
moaning and squealing. Here, bite this," Danny said, and he handed me his
rolled bandana from earlier in the day. I could taste his sweat in it as I
bit down and laid down on my back, eager for Danny to fuck me.

	Unlike the last time in this position, Danny did not stay on his
arms. Instead, he entered me, hooked my knees in his elbows, and then
lowered himself to me. We were chest to chest as he fucked me. When I was
sure I could and would control the noises I was making, I pulled the
bandana from my mouth and tried to kiss him. He averted his head, buried
his face in my neck, and started pumping harder. I was so turned on by the
sensation of our bodies rubbing together that I came without touching
myself, covering our stomachs with my load. Danny came shortly after
that. He raised his head when he did, and I could see the pleasure spread
from his groin to his face. He made a beautiful face, one I had seen many
times when he was fucking Sally.

	Danny pulled out and flopped down next to me on the sleeping
bags. As he lay there, he grabbed his tighty whities, wiped as much cum
from his stomach as he could, looked at the copious amount of cum on my
stomach, back at his underwear, and then at me.

	"Sorry, little man, you're on your own."

	I grabbed my dick, held it up, and asked "Can we dispense with the
little man stuff?"

	"It's not a reference to your dick."

	"I still don't like it."

	"Okay," he said, pausing for effect and then adding, "Little man."

	I had been using one of my t-shirts to wipe the cum off my stomach
as we talked. Annoyed, I fired the cumshirt at him, hitting him right in
the face. Danny responded by grabbing my head and smearing his cum-filled
underwear all over my face. By the time he was done, my face was covered
with cum, and we were laughing so hard we couldn't breathe. If one of our
parents had asked us "what the hell is going on in there," they never would
have believed us.