Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2013 23:58:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Jessie W <wrestlinjessie@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lake Mead 1

Hey guys, this is my first
time writing here. I've been reading since I was pretty damn young but this is
the first time I ever managed to experience something hot enough I thought it
was worth while to write about. Keep in mind I'm a high school senior (over 18)
and I'm in AP classes, but my writing might not be the best. So sorry bout
that. But I'm hoping what I lack in writing skills I make up for in a pretty
hot and very true story. I've changed everyone's name (except Stacy, cause fuck
her, but that comes later). Also, this contains sexual shit between teens, if
you don't like it then why are you reading this? And I did some sorta molesty
shit. But that doesn't mean you should. Also, if you like this first part I can
write more, it just takes a lot more work than I was expecting! Like it? Lemme
know. wrestlinjessie@yahoo.com


As long as I can remember I've had a thing for my
cousin Josh. I remember when we were kids we would sometime shower together and
even at that age there was something about him that just made me stare. Now
we're both seniors in high school and he has become a true hunk. He stands at a
lean 5'10", the kind of guy who has so little body fat he doesn't have to flex
for you to see his abs. And when he does...well damn! He's played soccer for
quite a few years now and it's made his body look like something sculpted by Michelangelo.
He has lightly tanned, freckled skin and shockingly red hair. Yep, a hot
ginger. When he stands shirtless (which he does most always) you can see his
fuzzy red treasure trail disappearing, with that muscular v, into his board
shorts. I'm not bad looking myself, and in good shape, but anything compared
with his perfection would never stack up.
On to my story. This summer he invited me, his gf
Stacy, and a few of his other friends to take out a houseboat on Lake Mead.
Needless to say I immediately accepted the opportunity to spend a week with him
and his shirtless jock buds. Though I assumed nothing would happen, I figured
better that than pounding my meat in my basement for the next week, an activity
which had filled most of my summer vacation.
From the moment I got in the Jeep I could tell I'd
made the right decision. Crammed into the back seat with me were two gorgeous
high school jocks. Both in shorts, their toned hairy legs rubbing up against
each other. Stacy, as the only girl (and the lucky bitch my cousin was fucking)
got the honor of riding shotgun. As the drive went on I got to know the other
guys better and they seemed like pretty cool dudes. And being such studs didn't
hurt a bit. They were both on the soccer team with Josh and excited to "spend a
week fucking schwasted!" The kind of guys who say things like "sup bro" and
"hella sweet" without even a hint of irony. The guys sitting next to me was
Chris, a brunette with swoopy skater type hair and a tight tan body. His arms,
shown off by his tank top, were especially nice. To his right sat Kiran, the
biggest of all three of us, a black haired stud who looked like he would fit in
fine in the army.
Josh had decided that he would be driving the whole
way, as he didn't trust any of us with his new car, so needless to say the
alcohol started flowing real quick. Casual sipping turned into ultra
competitive, if repetitive, drinking games, and before you knew it we had
arrived at Lake Mead, drunk off our asses. Josh decided that rather than load
everything in this late at night, wed better just sleep in the car. Chris was
already slumping drunkenly onto me so I was totally OK with this plan. As the
night wore on and the floor of the Jeep became littered with beer cans. By 2 o
clock everyone was settling in for sleeping, or in Chris and Kiran's case, just
passing the fuck out. I figured, being still remotely sober, that I would dig a
blanket out of the back and tuck it over the three of us. These desert nights
can get real cold and coming down with a cold seemed like a terrible way to
start the trip.
I slip back into the car, flung the blanket over the
boys and me, and settled in for the night. I tried to find a comfortable
position, but my right arm had nowhere to go. With Chris pressed tightly
against my side I ended up just resting my arm on my leg. But as I lay there,
surprisingly awake, I couldn't help but think that the leg I was touching with
my pinky belonged not to me, but to my hot cousin's hot friend. The dirtiness
of the situation overwhelmed me and soon I was hard as a rock.
I slowly moved my ring finger onto Chris' leg too.
He didn't seem to notice a thing. I slowly inched my way until my entire hand
lay palm down on his firm thigh. I gave a light squeeze and felt the sinewy
muscles of his leg lying just below the this fabric of the shorts. My heart was
beating fast, but I couldn't help myself. I kept sliding my hand further and
further across Chris' lap. Until my pinky felt what I was looking for. A warm
tube, like a sleeping beast just waiting to be awakened. I slid my other
fingers over and began to gently knead his flaccid cock. He obviously wasn't
wearing underwear and the silky fabric flowed smoothly over his squishy pole.
The car was filled with the sound of snoring, which made my lewd, public deed
seem even more wrong...and even more exciting. As I continued to knead I felt a
pulse in his cock and ever so slowly it began to inflate, radiating even more
heat and beginning to press longingly against my palm. I knew there was no
going back. And the truth is, that's exactly what I wanted.