Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2001 17:20:16 -0400
From: Kyle Caliski <kcaliski@hotmail.com>
Subject: But the pool...

My brothers and i were very close. Our mother had passed away when i was
only 5, so it was up to our father to raise us. With five sons that was no
easy task. Not only that, but many of our cousins practically lived at our
house.

My family consisted of my dad, mid forties, dark hair, tan skin, softly
sloping nose, strong, and slightly hairy. Then there were my two older
brothers; Ray: a first year college student who was long (6'1) and lean
(140lbs), with shaggy blonde hair that drifted into his sideburns and
goatee, a stream of light brown hair from the center of his tan chest to
under the waist of his jeans; and Jimmy: a college sophomore who was big
(5'10) and strong (190lbs), with dark hair that ended in sideburns too, a
small brown line from the middle of his tight, but slightly hefty torso to
below, and big arms to match his thick thighs.

I, kyle, was the middle child, a junior in high school who was long (5'11)
and lean(125lbs), with dark, shaggy hair, hairy legs, and light skin like
Jim from my mom. Tim and Johnny were the kids of the bunch, a sophomore and
a freshman. Tim was stocky (5'8) and strong (150lbs), with blonde hair that
was beginning to turn brown like mine, tan skin, and great, wide chest and
arms, with a small line of hair coming down his stomach. Johnny was not yet
all grown up (5'6), but was getting some muscle on him (125lbs), his dark
hair and pale skin made him look more like me, though.

Our two cousins, both seniors from different uncles, were also always
around. Jeff, the tall (6'), strong (200lbs), though smooth and pale
football player ensured that we would be somewhat cool, while Mike, the
stout (5'6), strong (165lbs) somewhat chunky, somewhat hairy, always funny
wrestler always ensured our being in stitches. They were from my dad's side,
and we hung around with them a lot. After all, we all lived in the same
town, within the same square mile even, and we always managed to have fun.

One day though, while we were out in the pool all together, with two cousins
on my mom's side, something changed. We were all running around, jumping on
each other, laughing and yelling, but it was different. I couldn't explain
it. I was just thinking about what it could be when I was jumped by Jeff,;
who lay his widespread frame on me as we went under together. Jimmy soon
reached for me, and it was he and Jeff who grappled together, their big,
strong arms locked in battle. Johnny leapt into the pool to help his
brother, only to be taken down by my other cousin, Sean; who was not very
tall (5'9), but was very strong for his size (145lbs) with slightly sagging
pecs that nicely fit with his dark, tanned frame. Tim and I took it upon
ourselves to save our younger sibling, and upon rescuing Johnny by pulling
Sean off, we went after Jeff.  Sean jumped after the two of us though; and,
with nothing to hold onto to pull him off, I stuck my hand down the back of
his trunks and pulled his thick thighs up over his head, dunking the poor
boy and making him loose part of his shorts, reveling his perfectly round,
tanned ass.  Mike must have gotten a brilliant idea from this because before
we could reach our big bro, he had pantsed Jeff and hid his shorts,
revealing an even paler side of our big cousin. Not stopping to cover
himself he chased the laughing disrober around the pool, his arms taut, his
thighs poised for attack, his big butt swaying in the water for the rest of
us to slap, pinch, grab, or cop a feel, as he searched for his clothes.
Taunting and laughing, we good-naturedly gave him back his shorts; but
before he could put them on we pounced, our arms and legs and bodies all
rushed at him, drowning him in people. As it continued it became less about
him and more about grabbing the person next to oneself. Seeing an
opportunity, I let my left hand glide up my brother Tim's leg, exposing his
firm, white ass. With my right I pulled down Ray's tiny shorts, revealing a
slim, hairy white ass, perfect for the grabbing. Everyone else, though, was
getting into it as well, causing some confusion. I left the pool for a
minute, having enough of Mike's strong arms pinning me underwater. Getting
out I saw my dad and my two uncles, sitting under the shade of a tree, beers
in hand, watching us play.

"Why don't you join, dad?"

"Too old, besides, I'd hate to ruin the fun."

"Awe, come on-"

"Leave your dad alone, if he'd rather just get piss drunk like an old fart,
then let him do it." Jeff's dad, tall like him but hairy and dark, spoke up.

"Ah, really now, who are we callin' old fart?"

"I believe I'm callin' you old fart." Uncle Mike was the intellectual of
the three brothers, but sometimes he'd love to get into a fight with my dad.

"Hold it, you two we don't want to set a bad example for the kids." Uncle
Dennis leaned over to get up.

"Shove it little man!" 5'5 Uncle Dennis stared at his younger brother Mel's
(5'10) statement.

"I'm not too little to tear the both a' you apart!" And with that the three
brothers were all over each other, laughing and yelling like us. U Dennis
slipped under U Mike and then turned around to cut him down at the legs.

The guys in the pool soon turned their attention to the fray. We watched as
U Dennis' calves quivered as he struggled to hold onto his much larger
brother. Dad and U Mike were locked, the muscles in their arms, highlighted
by the abundance of dark hair, twitched and bulged as they tried to pull the
other down. Soon all three were on the ground, tousling about, their big,
muscular legs showing through their shorts, which hiked up as they grabbed
each other. Their thick, hairy legs; tanned in the June sun, strained and
moved with the speed of a panther as the big bodies attached to those legs
attempted to pin one another. My dad pinned U Dennis, his dark hairy arms
pushing down on my uncle's blonde, hairy, thick forearms as his even thicker
legs kicked and squirmed under my dad's, which were straddling his. U Mike
rushed over and lifted my dad off my uncle and proceeded to put him in some
sort of bear hug.

I heard a car pull up in front of our house over the growling and grunting.
Vacating the wrestling match, I slipped inside and walked past the bathroom,
through the family room, and opened the door as it was knocked on by my
Uncle Jim. He was the youngest of the brothers by far; he was their half
brother, in his very early thirties. He inherited all of my grandfather's
Italian looks, and his mother's short stature. He was built wide, (5'6) but
still muscular, (190lbs), with an olive complexion, strong Roman nose, and
an energetic disposition. He was wearing a white tee; which stretched
against his expansive chest and showed off his hard nipples, and board
shorts, which couldn't hide his solid, hairy thighs.

"Hey Kyle, how's it goin'?" He walked in and gave me a big hug, pulling me
into his masculine frame and forcing our crotches into alignment. I could
feel a little rise from him, but said nothing of it.

"Pretty good, how about you?"

"Can't complain, where's your dads?" Sometimes he acted the adult, but he
was a lot like the rest of us teenagers.

"He's out back with the rest of us. Are you goin' in?"

"How's the water?" We began walking out towards the back yard.

"Pretty good, but the real excitement is out-" My sentence was interrupted
by a loud crash, followed by an even louder splash. We high-tailed it
outside, only to find part of the pool's railing was collapsed, and
everybody was in the pool. It was so crowded, that no one seemed able to
stop attacking someone, for fear of getting attacked by someone else. We
both looked at each other, and jumped in too. Once in it was chaos. Arms,
legs, heads and bodies were interchangeable in the turmoltulous water.
Johnny was on me in a second, wrapping his arms and legs around me in an
attempt to dunk me. I was able to release myself from his vice-like grasp by
backing up into the pool wall; he writhed in pain and sank below the
waterline. Tim and Jeff were going at it right next to me, then on top of
me. Jeff had yet to find his trunks, and was pressing down on my brother
with more than his arms. From below I grabbed his ankle and gave it a tug,
sending him under, and right on me; his white skin was pressed into my mouth
and nose. I searched for a way to save myself, and felt it. Running my hand
down his firm torso, I found his cock nestled in the wavy pubes and grabbed
it hard, he jerked his head back; in pain or in pleasure I did not know. His
head returned, and moved in, pushing his big lips into mine, and then
sending his tongue through. I now knew what his feelings were. His body
began pumping against me as we rose to the surface. Uncle Dennis moved over
to us and began to move up on me. His tight jean shorts were rough against
my skin, but it was his raging hard-on that sealed the deal. After a couple
groping sessions between us we called it quits, as did the rest of the
family. We all left the pool, still rocking with waves. Everyone began
drying off and moving into the house. We all settled in, the younger guys
sat around the TV in the family room, while the adults were in the kitchen
drinking and laughing. Within an hour a few of us were asleep. As my dad and
uncles made their way down to us, nearly all of us rose.

"What's goin' on?" John yawned as he lifted his big ass off the couch.

"Hi guys, listen, we're goin' out for a while, you know, get a couple of
drinks..." Uncle Mike assured us.

"A couple of girls..." Uncle Dennis had to be kidding, he was married after
all; but the pool...

"Whatever. Listen, take care of the boys, and get to bed at a decent hour."
Dad always had to be the kind one.

"Come on, James." To Uncle Mike's request, Uncle Jim lifted Tim's head off
his lap and walked quietly out the door.

"G-night."