Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2012 08:26:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick@yahoo.com>
Subject: An Eventful Summer

It was shortly before my 14th birthday that I travelled to the coast to
spend the summer with my Uncle Max and his family. This has been an annual
tradition ever since Uncle Max bought the property. Even though it meant
leaving my friends for the summer, I always looked forward to the
opportunity to go.

Max at 45 is three years younger than my father. And is very different from
my father. Whereas my father is a machinist and very good with his hands,
Uncle Max is a brainy guy. Dad left school after the end of high school to
work as a labourer and eventually got his machinist's tickets. He is 6'
tall, very muscular and hairy. Uncle Max went on to university where he
eventually earned a BSc in computer science, and then a MBA with which he
started a computer firm. A very successful computer firm. Not Bill Gates
successful but worth a million of two. Uncle Max is 5'8" and with only a
wisp of hair across his chest and, while toned, he was not build like
dad. When seen side-by-side no one would guess them to be brothers.

The strange thing is that I take after my uncle in most ways. At 13 years
and 11 months, I stood 5'6" and use my brain far more often than my
muscles. I love to bike everywhere but am more often found in front my
computer than on the sports field.

Uncle Max's summer cottage is a two-story house wrapped by verandas and
balconies on a property of ten wooded acres over looking a secluded cove. I
loved spending my summer rambling around, swimming in the cove, sitting on
the shore reading in the sunlight. My room was a small bedroom on the west
side of the house with French doors opening on the veranda from which I
could see water and hear the waves lapping the shore.

This particular summer I was met at the train station by cousin Brett who
17 whose 18th is three months away. He hefted my luggage, which included
many books, easily into the trunk. Brett, like me, looks less like his
father than my father. He is 6'1, very athletic and not very scholarly.
Like my dad Brett can fix anything and is always tinkering with something,
building or repairing whatever he could get his hands on, or being physical
playing some sport. His father pays him to maintain the house and yard over
the summer so it is Brett who will be around to watch me most.

Brett was wearing shorts and a tight sleeveless t-shirt which revealed he
was build more like my dad than Uncle Max and his chest and legs were hairy
like my dad too.

Brett and I have always got along despite the age difference. Because of
different interests I didn't bother him too much but he taught me many
things. Swimming, tree climbing, spelunking and other endeavours I normally
didn't engage in, but always Brett made things fun. He is the big brother I
don't have but always wanted.

This summer began a little differently from all the rest we spent together.
As we drove from town to the cottage, I noticed for the first time Brett's
sweaty musk, his rugged, strong facial features, and the sleek toned
muscles of his legs. I actually got a hard-on looking at him. Puberty
alters the way you notice thing, I guess. Unlike my friends at school who
puberty made interested in girls my interest was in boys. Not boys my age
but "older" boys. My searches on the internet often focussed on sites which
featured teens and men together with very little clothes and engaged in
sexual activities.

Brett chatted as he drove and was unaware of my intense study of him and my
sexual reaction to his presence. Oh, this was going to be a longer summer
than normal. Brett was so very straight it seeped from his pores like his
sweat. I would be utilizing my new found skill of masturbation a lot this
summer, I thought to myself.

Uncle Max met with his usual enthusiasm and great hug. Aunt Mildred was
still at their city house doing whatever she did and had cousin Angie with
her doing an internship of some sort. So this year things would be a little
different in other ways. Just us guys, Uncle Max, Brett, me and, later,
cousin Brian, Brett's 21 year old brother, who would join us for the two
weeks of his summer vacation.

The first two weeks went by quickly. I became hornier by the day as Brett
puttered around the property doing the yard work. He tended to wear very
short shorts and no shirt. He also liked to swim nude in the cove.
Coincidentally, I always seemed to be at the cove at the times he swam.
Brett was not shy and would talk to me as he dried his gorgeous toned frame
after his swims. I loved the way his cock waved back and forth as he dried
or walked.  His teenage cock was larger than mine but didn't seem as large
as those on the internet, but it was enough to fuel many jerk-off sessions
and wet dreams.  I was jerking off four, even five times, a day but I was
still always horny.

It was Monday of the third week shortly after noon; I was in my room
jerking off for the third time of the day, when I heard a sound outside my
bedroom door. I paused and listened but the sound did not repeat. I
returned my attention to my cock. A few moments later, the opening of the
French door behind me startled me. I turned. Cock still in hand. There
stood Brett.

"Well, well, well what do we have here?" he chortled.

"Brett, I... um... its... um... its not what you think..." I tried to explain.

"Well, little cousin, I see you naked with your hand on your dick. It is
exactly what I think." He moved toward the bed.

"Don't tell anyone, please, Brett."

"Why would I tell anyone? As long as you and me come to an understanding."

"What do you mean?"

"Ever since you arrived you have been looking at me. And following me,
Ôspecially when I go swimming. You like looking at me, don't ya?" He now
stood over the bed looking down at me. My cock wilted and shrank into my
body. I felt myself blushing all over. "And, as I suspected you beat off
thinking about me, don't ya? You beat off a lot, don't ya?"

"Um... I don't... I mean... it's not like..." I stammered incoherently. Looking up
at him I finally managed to say clearly, "Yeah, I do."

"Yeah, what? You beat off a lot or you beat off thinking about me?"

"Both," I confessed.

"Good now we are on the same page." He sat on the edge of the bed, "What is
it about me that makes you beat off so much."

"Brett...," I pleaded, not wanting to answer.

He reached out and ran his calloused hand along my thigh stopping just
short of my little balls. "Tell me." I hesitated. "Tell me," he repeated.

"Oh... I ..."

Brett ran his hand along my thigh again this time brushing my balls and
bringing his hand over mine which still covered my cock. "Tell me and
interesting things might happen..."

"Oh," I started at his touch of my balls and cock. "I like... um... your ...um
chest and your legs and your muscles and your ... um ... dick and everything."

"Ah, good man, would you like to play with my chest and legs and muscles
and dick and everything?"

The mere question reversed the cock shrinkage. I nodded.

"Ok, so I am going to let you play with me, touch me, feel me anyway you
want as long as I as I get off. Deal?"

I nodded not trusting my voice. Brett lifted my hand away from my cock and
placed his own over it. Instantly, it grew to its full 5".  Brett smiled
and brought his face closer to my cock. He blew a stream of warm air along
its length. My cock jumped. He blew again with the same response. Looking
up at me, Brett said, "Oh, you are a ripe one. I'm going to enjoy this."

He licked my balls. I moaned with pleasure.

"You ever play with another guy before?" I shook my head. "You ever touch
another cock?" Another shake. "Ever have sex with anyone at all?" Another
shake. "Ah, my little virgin cousin, you and me are going to have some
great fun."

He stood and pulled his t-shirt over his head. The sight of his chest
caused me to sigh. He toed his sneakers off then pulled his shorts down his
hairy legs, kicking them across the room. His cock was as hard as
mine. Seven inches of pulsing meat, dripping clear fluid from the
end. "Behold the grand prize, kid. It is all yours."

He climbed on the bed next to me. I could feel the warmth radiating from
him. The hair of his chest brushed against my arm. One leg crossed both of
mine and stimulated me by the feel of the hairy muscles. I would have cum
right then had Brett not gripped the base of my cock and squeezed. "Not
yet, little boy. I want to enjoy this and I want you to enjoy it before you
blow your load. Before we both blow our loads."

Brett whispered into my ear, "Now then little boy, you play with my body
anyway you want."

I hesitated. There were so many things I wanted to do to him with him. I
reached out and began by stoking his hairy chest, running my hand along his
well-defined pectoral muscles. Brett rolled onto his back with a
sigh. Encouraged, I moved my hand over his nipples. They felt hard unlike
my own. Intrigued I passed my hand over them again. Another sigh from
Brett. I put the nearest nipple between my fingers and squeezed it. I felt
his cock move as it lay along side my leg. I brought my other hand to the
other nipple and began squeezing them together and then
alternately. Whatever I did brought a sigh and a movement of his cock. I
brought my face to his right nipple and licked it.

"Yes," Brett moaned.

Another lick on the right and then on the left. Then I bite down on the
left nipple. Brett growled and I bite again harder. The growl was deeper
and he pulled my head into his chest. Getting the message, I moved to the
right nipple which I bite down on. Same reaction from Brett. I alternated
between nipples and between chewing and licking for several
minutes. Meanwhile, my hands were roving up and down his torso, enjoying
the feel of his muscles beneath the soft hair. I was able to feel his ribs
and count his six-pack of abdominals.

I kissed up toward his face, tasting his sweaty skin and loving it. The
smell from his armpit drew me in. I licked up the drying sweat, savouring
the flavour of my cousin. From his moan his pits were as much a trigger for
pleasure as his nipples. I climbed on top of Brett laying fully stretched
along him so I could alternate between pits. As I lay there I could feel
his cock rubbing against mine. It was wet and slippery. And hot.

When I had sucked and licked the musk from Brett's armpits, I moved up to
his neck and then ears and then face. I licked the sweat from his brow and
moved to his lips. I hesitated. His eyes were closed and so there was no
clue as to whether he would be receptive to my next step. I plunged on
planting a full lip kiss on his luscious lips. For a moment, there was no
response. Then Brett opened his lips and stuck his tongue into my mouth, I
countered with the same move. He reached up and pulled my head into our
action Ð mashing our lips together.

After a few minutes of tongue action, I pushed myself back and continued my
exploration of Brett's body. My next stop was his six-pack. I licked and
kissed every fold and groove on his belly, sticking my tongue deep into
belly button. Brett giggled.

On the move again I followed his treasure trail into his thick pubic
hair. Here the smell was intoxicating and I buried my nose in deeply,
filling my lungs with good whiffs. As I did so Brett's cock nudged the side
of my face, encouraging me to engulf it. I resisted and travelled onto his
thighs exploring them fully with mouth, tongue and hands. They were both
soft and hard. Soft skin and hair. Hard muscles. Covering the shins quickly
my next primary destination was his feet. Smelly after his morning labours
I kissed and licked his beautiful feet to absorb as much of the smell as
possible. His toes I gave special attention to Ð sucking each one. Brett
moaned in appreciation.

Finishing with his feet, I looked at Brett, "Turn over, please." I
requested.

There was some astonishment in his look back at me but he turned over. I
lay myself over his back and nibbled on his ears and then his neck.

My cock was pushing against his ass as I explored his broad muscular
back. Eventually, I reached the start of his firm ass mounds. They were
shaped like two halves of a ball. Hair covered, muscled and inviting. My
exploration was extensive. I kissed, licked, smelled, touched every square
inch of those glorious melons. I trailed my tongue along the ass crack
savouring every smell and taste. As I moved down the crack, Brett spread
his legs giving me greater access to the treasure trove Ð his asshole. I
had only read about the sexual enticements of the asshole; and here was one
I could investigate to my heart's content. The little puckered ring
twitched as my tongue grazed it. Brett sighed a soft "yeah" at my actions.

Encouraged, I did what sounded gross when I read about it on the Ônet. I
stuck my tongue into the ring. I could feel Brett trying to loosen the
muscle and my tongue entered. The taste was not gross like I expected but
salty-tangy and funky. I reached in and pulled Brett's ass cheeks apart to
facilitate a greater entry into that mysterious place. Brett pushed his
hips up a bit to further increase my access. I made a little spear of my
tongue and plunged it in further. Brett began to squirm beneath me. I
redoubled my efforts. I pushed my fingers in deeper and pulled more of his
asshole open. My tongue dove deeper too. I rimmed that ass for at least ten
minutes before I decided to try something else I had read about.

I pushed a finger into Brett's hungry hole. He made a deep growling sound
that caused his whole body to vibrate. I pushed in a second finger. More
growls. A third finger. I moved the three fingers in and out. Brett moaned,
groaned and whimpered.

I wanted to find that little button inside Brett's ass. I pushed and
prodded eagerly. Then I found it just as described in the stuff I read. A
hard little gland. His prostate. Brett's reaction told me I had found
it. He bucked up, grabbed my hand and pushed those fingers further into his
hot ass.

"Oh god, James, oh, little cousin, you little fucker. I can't believe
you. You are making me crazy. Keep doing what you're doing. God, please,
god, don't stop."

But stop I did. I withdrew my fingers. I brought them up to Brett's mouth
and shoved them in. He sucked them like little cocks, making love to each
in turn.

"Turn over," I commanded. He flipped onto his back. I raised his legs into
the air. Brett grabbed his knees and pulled them into his chest giving me
free access to his ass, his balls and his cock. I licked his balls,
individually and together. I tried to get them both into my mouth but there
wasn't room. And finally...

His cock. Seven inches of hot throbbing meat dribbling clear pre-cum in
huge quantities. I tasted the pre-cum and loved it. I suckled the head of
his cock to get more. Brett went wild Ð thrashing and bucking with
pleasure. He tried to force more of his cock into my mouth but I resisted
and pulled my mouth off. He groaned in disappointment. When he calmed a
bit, I replaced my mouth and slowly allowed some of the shaft into my
mouth. And then I pulled back. And then swallowed more shaft. I repeated
these actions until I finally had all 7" lodged in my mouth. I could feel
the head pushing at the back of my throat.

I quickly shoved my mouth up and down that wonderful cock. At the same time
I returned a finger into Brett's ass. I tried to time the sucking and the
finger-fucking to coincide.

"Gonna to cum.! Gonna to shoot!" Brett yelled.

But I had other ideas. As he had earlier, I grasped the base of his cock
tightly and stopped all other contact with his body. He whimpered and
reached for his cock. I slapped his hand away.

"Please, you gotta let me cum. I'm beggin' you to let me cum,
James. Please. Please!"

Leaning into his upright legs I pushed my mouth next to his ear and
whispered, "Not yet. Not yet. There is something else I want to
try. Something I think you will enjoy. A lot."

I waited a few minutes until he relaxed and had stopped whimpering in
frustration. I returned my head to his crotch and blew softly on his
cock. It jumped. The pre-cum faucet turned back on and he leaked little
puddles on his belly. I gathered some of the pre-cum and liberally wet my
5" cock Ð which was leaking a good deal of pre-cum as well.

Once I was wet, I leaned down and suckled on the head of Brett's cock. And
then, shoved my entire cock deep into my panting older cousin.

"AArrggh!" he screamed. "Jesus, give some warning next time, for Christ's
sake."

I giggled, "You said I could play anyway I wanted. And this I wanted. You
want me to stop playing?"

"No, no, don't stop. You are driving me crazy. Fuck me! Fuck me hard."

I tried my best to give him what he wanted. I pulled back until only the
head remained inside. I rammed forward with all my weight. I took some
short jabs which hit his prostate. I fucked in everyway I could think of to
the accompaniment of Brett moaning, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" under his
breath.

At 13 years 11 months and two weeks old, my control was not great. It took
only five minutes of intense fucking for me to climax. I froze with my cock
as deep as it would go and shot eight or nine strong cannon shots of cum
into Brett's incredibly hot ass.

My orgasm triggered Brett's and his cock erupted between us. The first
couple of shots flew over his head to hit the wall. The rest hit his face,
my face, his chest, my chest, his upraised legs and the final one merely
dropped onto his pubic hair.

Once my breathing returned to normal, and my cock softened, I crawled from
between Brett's legs and up to his head. I lapped up his cum from his face,
his chest, his legs and finally his pubic hair. I had never tasted a more
delicious elixir.

I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes. Suddenly, I felt Brett's tongue
licking at his cum on my face and chest. I remained quiet and let him work.

Once he finished he cuddled up to me, holding me close against his body.

"My god, James, that was fantastic. I though you never had sex before."

"I didn't. That was my first time.  You liked it?"

"Cousin, I loved it. I was not expecting that at all. For the rest of your
stay just say the word and you can have sex me however you want. I mean
it. My girlfriend is not getting any cock this summer. It belongs to you."

Being 13 years 11 months and two weeks, I recovered quickly, more so than
my 17 year old cousin, but when, after a few minutes rest, I asked him to
suck me he said "yes, sir," and went to work.

Brett took his time, lingering over the blowjob. He didn't rush as he
bobbed his head up and down. Licked and kissed my hot cock. He relished
every drop of pre-cum. He spent time on my balls, mine being small enough
he was able to get both in his mouth at the same time. As he played with my
cock and balls he caressed my ass, running his finger along my crack,
teasing my asshole.

Brett's ministrations brought me to climax in about five minutes. He
swallowed my entire load and kept my cock in his mouth as it softened. He
then moved up and kissed me on the lips. Our tongues caressed each other
and I could taste my cum on his.

Brett cuddled me and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

I awoke first and noticed the time. I rolled over in Brett's arms and
whispered in his ear, "It's almost 5 o'clock and your dad will be home
soon."

Brett jumped up in a panic, kissed me again and jumped from the bed. He
grabbed his scattered clothing and ran naked from the room. I could hear
his shower running as I pulled myself together.

By the time Uncle Max got home the two of us were nice and clean pretending
nothing fantastic had happened.

For the next three days, things were as Brett had promised. Brett was
fantastic and he was loving and caring. Whenever I felt the need to jerk
off, or wanted to touch Brett, he would drop what he was doing and tend to
my needs. Brett really loved ass play and I enjoyed fucking him Ð five
times on one day alone. The more sex we had the hornier I became.

On the fourth day, we were up to our old tricks, i.e. having a wild romp in
Brett's bedroom, when things changed. My cock was once again deep in
Brett's ass.  Brett was yelling his approval of my cock being in his
ass. We were both so absorbed in our fun when...

The bedroom door opened. I didn't notice at first until Brett froze in
place. I looked at him and followed his glance. There in the doorway stood
Uncle Max.

"DAD!" "Uncle Max!" we cried in unison.

Max remained in the doorway, staring at the two naked teens before
him. Obviously we were not going to be able to disguise what we were doing
as anything other than what it was.

Brett tried to disentangle himself from beneath me, while saying, "Dad, you
are home early." Like small talk was going to distract his father.

"Yes, slow day so I thought I would come spend some time with the two of
you. Didn't realize I would be interrupting... this."

"Dad, I can explain..." began Brett.

"Explain why you are having sex with a 13 year old?"

"Nearly 14," I interjected.

"James..." he admonished me. Uncle Max was focussed on Brett, "Well, explain
yourself."

"Uncle Max, it isn't Brett's fault. I ... I wanted..."

"You wanted? You are 13 nearly 14, he is 17 nearly 18, that is a big
difference in the law."

Brett climbed from the bed. Naked. He reached for his discarded running
shorts.

I clambered from the bed too. Naked. My focus was on protecting Brett
rather than covering my body. "Uncle Max, don't get mad at Brett and don't
call the police. We... he... I ..." I stopped, realizing Uncle Max's focus
was no longer on Brett but was on me. And not on me because of what I was
saying but on me because I was naked before him. A definite bulge was
developing in his pants.  I turned to Brett and stopped him from putting on
his shorts. Taking Brett's hand I moved both of us up to his father. "Like
what you see, Uncle Max?" I asked.

"James," Brett whispered in horror. He had not noticed what I had.

I then took Uncle Max's hand in mine and put it on my hardening cock. There
was a sharp intake of breath from both Uncle Max and Brett. "Feel my young
cock, Uncle Max. Feel how nice and hard it is getting. You can play too if
you want."

Brett was is shock at my words, he muttered something quietly beside me. I
took his hand and placed it on his father's crotch. Instantly he knew. He
moved closer to his father and placed his cock in his dad's other
hand. "Come play with us, dad."

Uncle Max stared at the young cocks in his hands. He tightened his grip on
both, and smiled. He pulled his son closer and kissed him passionately on
the lips. "So, what are we playing?" he asked rhetorically.

I took hold of Uncle Max's belt and loosened it, followed by his
pants. Brett tackled the suit coat and shirt at the same time. In short
order, Uncle Max was naked. His cock was hard before I could take his
briefs off. He had 6" of hard, thick cock with which we could play. Brett
and I dragged Uncle Max to the bed and pushed him back onto it. We both
dove down to his crotch; Brett sucking in his cock; me savouring his
balls. Very quickly, Uncle Max was growling just like Brett growled.

I swung my body around and presented Uncle Max with my cock. He vacuumed it
into his mouth. Brett copied my action and soon his father was alternating
between our cocks.  I pulled my head up long enough to say, "Uncle Max,
play with Brett's ass. He loves that." Max's hand moved behind Brett and
from the noises Brett began making I gathered his father was following my
advice.

I decided to choreograph the play even more by pulling Brett's leg over his
father's torso positioning Brett so his dad could either suck cock or rim
ass. Uncle Max chose to rim and did so with gusto. Obviously, this was not
his first time playing with someone's ass. Brett groaned his appreciation
of his father's talents.

I whispered into Uncle Max's ear, "You are having sex with your son. Your
teenage son. And your teenage nephew. You are a dirty perv. Isn't it
great?" He nodded agreement. "Brett loves being fucked and you can fuck
him. You can suck us both and you can fuck him Ôcause that would make him
happy." I spoke more loudly, "Wouldn't it, Brett? Your Dad fucking you
would make you happy, right? I can't wait to see his cock filling your
tight ass. While you suck me."

Brett pulled off his father's cock long enough to say, "God, yeah, fuck me,
daddy, shove that big cock of yours up my hole. Breed me. Fill me with your
cock and cum."

Uncle Max needed no further encouragement. He moved behind Brett and
without any further preparation rammed his thick cock into his son's
willing ass.

"AHH! Daddy, fuck me fuck me good fuck me hard, Daddy."

"Yeah, son, fucking my baby boy's ass. Going to fuck you, son, till you
can't walk straight."

I positioned myself in front of Brett so he could suck me. I leaned over
Brett's back to watch his dad fuck him. I could tell from the effort Brett
was applying to his blowjob that being fucked by his father was exciting
him.

Rather than have just one relative blowing me I moved to stand astride
Brett and presented my cock to Uncle Max who hoovered me in instantly. He
demonstrated less finesse than Brett but it felt great nonetheless.

After a couple of minutes of Uncle Max's blowjob, I decided to test a
theory. I shuffled into position behind my uncle, lubricated my cock with
spit and then positioned myself at Uncle Max's asshole. His energetic
fucking of Brett made it simple to impale Uncle Max. I just had to wait for
his backstroke and then drive forward. I timed it perfectly and my cock
entered Uncle Max's tight hole.

"Oh, Christ Almighty!" he bellowed.

"What's wrong, dad?" inquired a concern Brett.

"Your fucking cousin is fucking me, fuck, fuck ,fuck."

"Feels great, doesn't it?" Brett said.

"Yeah, son, it feels great. Fuck it feels great."

"Like father like son." I said, laughing. "Two hot studs to fuck. Summers
going to be great." I drove myself as far as I could into Uncle Max. I felt
my cock strike his prostate.

"I'm cumming son. Here I cum."

"Yeah, daddy, I'm blowing too."

I could feel the tremors of each of them as they shot shared cum loads for
the first time. I unloaded mine load into Uncle Max a moment later.

The three of us collapsed on top one another and lay panting on the bed.

Uncle Max spoke first, "How long has this been going on between you two?"

"This is our fourth day." I replied.

"No, only four days. You fuck like pros, I would have said longer."

"Well, Brett's been screwing girls longer than that but this is my fourth
day."

Brett roused himself to say, "I've been fucking around since I was 13, dad,
but with guys this is my fourth day, too."

"Really? Then I didn't miss too much of the fun." Uncle Max laughed
heartily. "How long you been taking it up the ass, son?"

"Four days. James discovered my ass for me. He has been using it regularly
since then," Brett offered.

"What's regularly?"

"James has had his cock up my ass at least three times a day. Five times
the day before yesterday. He can't get enough and I love it. You want to
fuck me again, dad?"

"Yes, but not right now, my heart has to stop pounding first. But, son, as
soon as you're ready how about you fucking me. I think I like it as much as
you. But promise me when we have sex in the future, and we will, you'll
call me Ôdaddy' again, ok?"

"Yes, daddy," agreed Brett. "Dad, when Brian comes home in a couple of
weeks should we induct him into our little circle."

"Brian? Say yes, Uncle Max, I want to play with Brian too." I was very
excited at the prospect.

"No guaranteeing he'll be open to ass play, James," Uncle Max pointed out.

"We can only hope, can't we?" I offered. They both laughed.

As they laughed, I positioned myself behind Brett, and asked, "Ready?"

Brett looked over his shoulder and nodded. He leaned forward and
passionately kissed his father.

Uncle Max said, "Oh to be 13 again!"

"I'm almost 14!" I retorted and shoved my cock into Brett's welcoming ass.


To be continued?


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