Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2016 12:27:16 -0700
From: Dan B <pnub1113@gmail.com>
Subject: After All Those Years Chapter 1 (gay-incest)

Author's note:  This is true story and this is my first attempt to capture
it.


After All Those Years

Chapter 1


Boy writing this story is a new experience for me.  I've been thinking of
telling this story ever since I saw the movie, "Brokeback Mountain". My
story is very similar and mine has lasted over a span of about twenty years

It all started when I had just finished my eighth grade and was asked by my
Uncle to come to work at his camps in Maine.  He explained that he had
fourteen log cabins for guests and that we would be living in the old
lodge.  I had been sharing a bedroom with my brother for years and now I
was going to have my own bedroom.  I couldn't wait to be able to jack off
whenever I wanted.

My parents took me by car to the end of the trail that led to the camps. We
had to walk the last mile and a quarter because the road was only passable
with a Jeep in first gear and with four wheel drive engaged.   There we
were on the south end of a spring fed lake that was only a mile and a half
long. This place was very remote but gorgeous.

I hadn't seen my cousin, Steve, for a few years.

"Wow he has developed really well!"  I thought.

He wasn't very muscular, but for a senior in high school he had a slim
waist and a chest that was V-shaped.  I could only imagine what he had in
his pants.

I didn't have to wait long to see more of him because we had no running
water and so we went swimming each afternoon after work to get clean.  This
meant that we would row a flat-bottom wooden boat out into a cove and dive
off into the very cold water.  We did this every day at about 4:30 p.m.

Steve showed me a big rock we could stand on and only have my head and his
chest  above water.  I don't remember who started it but after a few days,
we started grabbing each other's dicks through our suits.  Grabbing led to
rubbing.  I could not see his dick but I felt it hard and knew it was much
larger than me. After all I was almost fifteen and he was already eighteen
so my dick would be naturally smaller.  That changed during that summer.
One afternoon our bathings suits were dropped under water so we were
feeling hard dick.  Prior to this was feeling through fabric. There "it"
was in all its glory under water bobbing around and hard. He  had a nice
bush of dark curly hair and big hairy balls. I already knew by that time
that I preferred a hairy chest.  Steve was smooth, but he had a nice dick.
It was only about five inches long nut nice and thick.   My dick went hard
immediately.  It was about only four inches long, hairless and very skinny
at the start of that summer.

Anyway we played with each other and stroked each other every day under
water.  One day when I was pulling on his hard dick and watching it
underwater, Steve climaxed and this white gooey stuff  came floating up in
the water.  I didn't even know what cum was, so when it came floating up.

"Holy shit Steve, what is that?"

"I'll tell you later." he laughed.

We had to keep our conversations quiet because our voices would echo in the
otherwise quiet cove.. Later that evening when his parents were out on the
lake evening fly fishing for trout, Steve and I had to "man" the phone in
case someone called for a reservation.  While we were sitting together on
the porch swing, Bob filled me in on the facts of life.  Believe it or not
but I knew nothing.  I knew that our dicks got hard at certain times but I
did not know that sometimes a man pushed his dick into a hole in a woman
called a cunt.  I hate using that word but that's what he told me.

"Just like jerking off, a man's dick eventually blows and blasts cum into
the woman.  Sometimes that knocks her up and you get a baby in nine
months." Steve explained.

For the first month of that summer I  stroked my dick at night but nothing
happened like it did with Steve. It's a wonder I didn't make my dick bleed
because I did it so many times.  About one month into the summer I  had my
first dry climax.  My whole body started to tremble and my back arched but
nothing came out of my dick.  I didn't know it then but by the end of the
summer I also would be shooting the moon.



Anyway, our swimming play continued and we took turns diving down stroking
and looking at each other's cocks.  I began to rub the head of his cock on
my face and eventually on my lips. He used to do the same thing to me.  I
vividly remember the first day that I was doing that and Steve shot a
load.  His cum blasted out of his dick and floated up my face and into my
hair. I surfaced immediately and   we both laughed really loud as Steve
helped me clean the cum off my hair so my aunt and uncle wouldn't see it.

Bedtime was  my favorite time.  I would get into my single bed and slick up
my dick with Mennen Speed Stick deodorant.  Then I would stroke it hard and
just take time to enjoy the smell of the deodorant and slickness of my cock
that was starting to grow hair around its base. To this day my dick gets
hard whenever I am close enough to a man wearing that deodorant.  I
remember that night that I finally shot my first load of cum.

"Wow, what a feeling!" I thought.  "That was fantastic!  No wonder Steve
enjoys getting off so much."

"Now what do I do with my cum?" I thought.

There were no bathrooms, only the outhouse and that was out of the question
after dark.  For emergencies we had  thunderjugs in our rooms under our
beds to pee in.  I really hated doing that because in the morning we had to
empty the thunderjugs out at the outhouse.  Sometimes I would forget to
empty my jug for a few days so I would have it fairly full.  Carrying down
the hall, down the stairs, through the back door and then to the path to
the outhouse became challenging at times.

Anyway, I digress!  Those evenings of smelling the hot deodorant still ring
clear in my memory today. It smelled hot because of the stroking friction,
but it felt glorious.  By the end of the summer I could shoot seven or
eight spurts onto my chest.  I learned I could rub the cum onto my chest
and it would dry. The only problems was that the next day when we were all
working and sweating, i reeked of cum.   It would get washed off the next
day in the lake. I couldn't use my skivvies because my aunt did my laundry
so I had to be careful.  Those were great days and nights.

One morning Steve came into my room real early and unexpected.  My heart
started to beat real fast because I thought he wanted to "play."  Nope.  He
just grabbed my bed and dragged it away from the wall about three inches.

"There" he said, "I'm fuckin tired of hearing your headboard bang against
my wall every night when you jack off."

I kinda smiled and said nothing.  I didn't know he knew what I was doing.
If that happened today I would say,  "Why don't you join me?"

During the days we worked and we worked hard.  Every cabin had a wood cook
stove  and for some warmth on the cool Maine nights.  That meant we had to
cut down big trees for the next season's firewood.  Cut them with a
chainsaw into 16" lengths, let them season (dry) and then split the wood
with this gigantic splitter that was run by connecting a drive belt to a
power drive on the Ford tractor.  The belt was connected to a five foot in
diameter wheel causing the splitting wedge to go up and down with great
power.  My uncle did the splitting and the tree cutting, so Steve and I did
the grunt work.  Daily we had to carry wood and stack it on the porch of
 each rented cabin.  The one thing I liked about that chore was that most
of the fisherman were men and they were frequently walking in and out of
their cabins in their underwear.  There were a few with obvious hardons.  I
never got a chance to play with any of them but now that I look back, some
of them were flirting and I didn't know it.  I think I could have made big
bucks sucking dick those summers.  Oh well.

Monday morning (weather permitting) was laundry time.  We had no running
water so Steve and I had to walk to the well with two empty buckets each.
Then we would fill the buckets using the hand pump.   We carried the full,
heavy buckets to the kitchen and dumped them into a huge copper boiler that
was sitting on a red hot cook stove.  That was the hot water used for
washing.  My aunt had to carry one bucket at a time of hot water through
two rooms and then she would dump the water into the washer. The boiler was
oval shaped, 2  ½ feet long and 15" inches high.  That thing held lots of
water.  We each made 30-40 trips.



My aunt weekly washed 52 white double sheets, 28 white double bedspreads,
and tons of towels,  face cloths and dish towels.  Then she had to hang
them all out to dry on the clothesline. Mondays were not my favorite days.

The highlight of every day was playing with each other's dicks in the
water.  By mid summer both of us were cumming underwater.  Nothing
progressed very much until near the end of the summer.

I had been using a boat with a small Elgin motor when I went fishing.  Face
it there was not much else to do,  We had no electricity, no running water,
no indoor plumbing and only one battery powered radio that Steve and I were
not allowed to touch.

Well the point about the Elgin engine was that it belonged to Steve, so one
day he quietly said,

"I want you to suck my dick. If you don't you can't use my Elgin anymore."

I don't know why but I didn't want to suck his dick.  I don't know, it
seemed wrong and nasty.  Well one afternoon after swimming, Steve said,

"Today's the day."   I remember trembling and sick to my stomach.

So after swimming we both went to our rooms to dry off and change.  I heard
foot steps.  There was Steve at my door. Naked!  He closed the door and
walked to the bed.  I had never seen him naked, dry and up close like
that.  His cock was rock hard and swinging back and forth in front of him.

"Are you ready to suck my dick?" he said.

I stood there naked and also as hard as a rock.  He walked over to my bed
and sat down. I walked over, knelt down between his legs and took his dick
in my hand.  It was red, hot and real hard.  I stroked it up and down for a
minute.  Then I put it to my lips.  The tip of my tongue came out just
enough to lick off some of his precum.  I tried to open my mouth but could
not open it.  He stood,  turned and walked out of my room. He was pissed.

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Author's Notes: If you enjoyed Chapter 1 of this new story, I'd appreciate
hearing from you.  My address: pnub1113@gmail.com Please include the name
of the story in the subject line in case your email lands in my junk file.

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