Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2012 09:09:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Buck Naked <bucknaked912@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Adventures of Darren and Michael - Part 1

This story is a work of pure fantasy derived from one very wicked
imagination.  Any likeness to individuals living or dead is purely
coincidental.

Email: bucknaked912@yahoo.com.

This is my first story on Nifty; so if you have comments--and I'd love to
hear them--keep that in mind.

*The Beginning*

It was the summer I turned 15 that everything changed between me and my
best friend Darren.

Darren was a few years older than I was and we had been friends for as long
as I could remember.  We grew up together, neighbors in a trailer park in
the rural South.

I lived alone with my dad--his only kid and my Mom long gone before I could
even remember what she looked like.  My dad worked as a plumber with
Darren's dad in their family business.

Darren and his family--dad, mom and one younger brother--had always treated
me like one of their own.  Darren even referred to me as his "other"
brother.

We did everything together, including exploring each other's bodies when we
were younger.  Now that we were in our teens, though, I only got to play
with Darren's dick when he was drunk.

And that's exactly what I had in mind for today.

My dad and Darren's parents were all at work at the plumbing business.  I
was out of school for the summer and Darren had just graduated.  His little
brother Kevin was normally playing with some other boys at the far end of
the trailer park, so he normally wasn't around to get in our way.

I ran out the front door, through the grass and up the steps to Darren's
front door.  Pushing it open as someone familiar with coming and going
there would do, I headed straight for the kitchen and the cabinet where I
knew Darren's dad kept all their liquor.

It was about 9am in the morning and I had decided I'd make Darren--who was
most likely still asleep--a morning drink.  Having limited experience with
drinking at 15, I decided that vodka and orange juice would suffice.  The
addition of the juice obviously making it a morning drink!

I poured a glass of half vodka and half OJ and headed straight back to
Darren's room.  It was dark and I had been right--he was still asleep.  I
gingerly opened the curtains, just a bit, to let some more light in and
then stood there and just stared at him.

He was beautiful--lying asleep on his stomach atop all the covers in just
his tighty whities.  At about 5'10" and 160 pounds, he was all tight
muscle.  His body was almost completely hairless--except for his pubes--and
that fascinated me.  I was already starting to get chest hair and my legs
were already pretty hairy.

I set the glass down and jumped onto the bed, landing on top of him and
straddling his butt.  I pounded my fists on his well-formed back.

"Wake up!"

He pushed me off of him and rolled over, rubbing his eyes.  I could see his
hard-on through his underwear and it caused my own dick to stir in
response.

"Go away, baby boy.  It's too early," Darren drawled with a very Southern
twang.

He called every guy "boy" and added the "baby" to mine because he thought
it irritated me, pointing out that I was younger.  It didn't, though, it
made me feel special because I was the only one he called that.

He absently rubbed at his morning hard on and set up.  I shoved the glass
towards him and told him to drink up!

He mumbled "thanks" and took a big sip.  Then his eyes widened in shock.
"Michael!  This is almost all vodka.  You dumb ass; you could have warned
me.  I just thought it was OJ."

I gave him my most abashed look and noted that he hadn't told me to go pour
it out.  That was a good sign.

Darren got up, stretched and I continued to ogle his body.  He knew I was
doing it, but he was a total exhibitionist, so it never seemed to bother
him.

He took another big sip from the glass.

"I'm going to piss and take a shower.  Meet ya in the living room."  And
with that he walked out, my eyes locked onto the perfect globes of his ass,
showing through his bunched up underwear.

He took the glass with him.  Another very positive sign.

I adjusted my own hard-on in my shorts and took off down the hall to his
parent's room.  Kneeling down, I reached under his parents' bed and pulled
out a treasure trove of his Dad's porn--all contained neatly in one long
box.

Darren's dad was a real porn connoisseur.  He had everything: MILF's,
school girls, gang bangs.  And Darren said he didn't mind if we watched it
as long as we put it back when we were done.  He didn't want his Mom or his
little brother finding a DVD of some chick getting gang banged left in the
living.

I picked out one of my favorites: "Horny, Young School Girls."  I loved it
because it was a bunch of young women dressed up as school girls getting
fucked by older teachers or principals or next door neighbors.  The age
difference and how naughty it was is what really got me hard.

I took it back to the living room, popped it in and sat down on the couch
to begin my jack off session.

Darren and I often watched porn together and jacked off, but he usually
only let me touch his dick or go further if he'd been drinking.  If I tried
anything when he was sober, he always pushed me away and said something
like, "That's kids' stuff.  We're too old for that now."

I had my hand down my shorts and had been playing with my cock for about 10
minutes when Darren finally walked back in.  He just had a towel wrapped
around his waist and was still wet from his shower.

I immediately stopped watching the porn and started watching him, still
playing with my dick.

"This was good," he told me, holding up an empty glass.  "I'm going to go
make another one."

I grinned mischievously and watched him as he made his second drink in the
kitchen.  It was definitely on!  Darren was about 30 pounds heavier than I
was with muscle, but he was a complete lightweight when it came to
drinking.

He was likely already extremely buzzed from just that first drink.  The
second would put things over the top.

I undid my shorts and pushed them down, kicking them completely off.  I was
stroking my very hard, 5 inch boy dick when Darren returned.

He looked at my cock and smirked, taking a big gulp of his second drink and
casually unhooking the towel with his thumb.  It dropped to the floor and I
had a full, unobstructed view of his beautiful 8 inch cock.  It was already
semi-hard and getting harder, hanging down perfectly next to his beautiful
egg-sized balls.  He had one small patch of pubic hair and that was it.
Perfectly, naturally smooth.

I hated all the hair that seemed to be overtaking my otherwise boyish body,
so to see Darren fully nude and to be able to admire his smooth, muscled
physique was something I never took for granted.  My eyes swept over every
inch of him, lust-filled.

He continued to smirk, just standing there, letting me take it all in, the
consummate exhibitionist.

After I got my fill, he flopped down on the couch next to me, cock fully
engorged and throbbing.

He took a second huge gulp of his drink and started jacking off with me.

About 10 minutes later, he was fully drunk and I was down between his legs,
slurping on his dripping cock.  He produced precum constantly--jokingly
saying that he never needed lube when he fucked because he produced his
own--and I loved the taste of it.

I had just taken all eight inches down to the base, enjoying the soft moans
and filthy words coming from Darren as encouragement when I heard something
I hadn't ever expected to hear.

"Hmmmm...  Suck that cock, baby boy," Darren's voice had gone husky with
lust.  "Fuck...you suck cock almost as good as I do.  If I didn't know
better, I'd think Uncle Jed had taught you too."

I tried to act nonchalant and kept sucking, but in my mind, thoughts were
whirling.  Uncle Jed?!  I knew his Uncle Jed.  He worked along with my Dad
in Darren's family business.  He was a big bull of man in his 40's, about
6'2", broad chested with sandy blonde hair and a matching beard.

Wanting to hear more, I pulled back off his dick with my mouth and started
stroking him.

"Tell me what Uncle Jed taught you, D."

I massaged his balls with one hand while I continued to stroke his
throbbing cock with the other.  Darren's head was back and his eyes were
closed.  He was moaning softly.

"He taught me how to suck a man's cock when I was just a kid.  Taught me a
lot of other things too."

"How old were you when he showed you this?"  I asked softly, not wanting to
break the spell of the alcohol and bring him back to his senses.

Incest was something that got my dick hard as a rock.  I had even found
this website online where they posted hot stories about sex between dads
and sons, uncles and nephews and brothers.  I had never told Darren about
my interest, though.  And he had certainly never told me anything about him
and Uncle Jed.

"Tell me all of it.  This is making me hot as hell."  I lifted up one of
Darren's legs so I could get a better angle and start eating his butt hole.
I knew from one other past experience that he really seemed to like this.

With my tongue in his hole, he grabbed his dick with his left hand and
moaned, "Fuck, baby boy!  Goddamn you for remember I liked that."

Happy that I was giving him so much pleasure, I continued working his hole
with my tongue.

"I was about six when he showed me that stuff.  He was spending the night
one night--too drunk to drive home--and had to sleep in my bed.  He slept
naked and I was really fascinated by how hairy his body was and how big his
dick was compared to mine."

He continued stroking his dick, pre-cum leaking everywhere.  I came up from
air, watching him work his cock and listening to every word.

"He saw how interested I was and let me touch it.  When I touched it, it
started to get even bigger.  Then he showed me how I could make him feel
really good.  I could lick his big ol' dick and suck it like a lollipop.
And I did."

Darren had a dreamy, far-away grin on his face as he remembered.

"I wasn't very good at first but Uncle Jed was real patient.  And after
that night--he said if I could keep it a secret--I could make him feel good
some more."

"Did you?"  I asked, breathless and jacking my own dick as hard as he was
jacking his own.

Darren smirked and opened his blue eyes.  Looking directly down at me, "Oh
fuck yeah, baby boy.  And I still do.  He uses me almost every day.  In
fact, he should be along anytime to make use of my mouth and my boy pussy.
If you're good, I might even let you stay and watch."

And with the image of my best friend down on his knees, sucking off his
bull of an Uncle, I shot the biggest load thus far of my young life.

**If you enjoyed this and want to hear more--because there is more, a lot
more--let me know.