Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 00:22:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Krenshaw <davekrenshaw@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lonny, Drake, and Big Daddy Dave:  Cousins In Lust:  Installment 1

    Lonny, Drake, and Big Daddy Dave: Cousins In Lust: Installment 1
			     by Dave Krenshaw

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I grew up in this small town in the Catskill Mountains in upstate New York:
The name of the same is Champagne Lakes Village; and it is just bordering
Franklinville and pretty close to South Fallsburg. Growing up, my
third-cousins Lonny and Drake and I messed around with one another quite a
bit, but the three of us just thought of it as experimenting or just
satisfying curiosity or hormonal urges: We never thought of anything we did
with one another as being gay, but, of course, we never went around
advertising what we did together either. There were a handful of occasions
involving oral and other forms of penetration and stimulation; and much of
our "fun" together was centered around our spending time together and going
on jaunts skinny-dipping in a local lake and frolicking in a nearby creek
in our late teens.  Today, those are pretty much the times together I can
recall most clearly.  All three of us were a bit shy and awkward,
especially around female friends and classmates, back then; and we did not
end up dating the local girls till we were high school seniors.  Lonny and
Drake are macho blue-collared guys today, devoted family men.

I am presently in my early fifties, a husky-build man, with a tinge of gray
at the temples, 6'3" in height, a nice light-bronze tan, brown eyes, and
reddish-brown hair. I am moderately hairy all over, a burly man with a
heart of gold who is affectionately called Big Daddy Dave by many of the
locals here.


Frankly, I think the name fits me to a tee, as I am blessed, so to speak,
with the following: a cock which is close to seven inches when fully hard
and has a real nice moderately-sized thickness; and also lightly hairy but
noticeably huge low-hanging balls that are truly so big one could not even
fit one fully into a single hand.

I live in the kind of town where everyone pretty much knows each other's
crap, but, for the most part, makes it a point to respect one another's
privacy as much as possible or at least as much as what seems appropriate
at the time. Widowed for close to three years, I have had a bit of time to
adjust to life on my own; and I still live in the same home, a townhouse,
where my beloved and I raised our three daughters, who live on their own in
other parts of the good ole USA than where I have remained: namely, a
suburb of Charleston, South Carolina.

Anyhow, I find myself in free moments remembering in great detail those
occasions when we three were all spry nineteen-year-olds; and Lonny, Drake,
and I fooled around with one another a bit, actually, quite more than just
a bit.

I particularly recall what happened while the three of us were enjoying our
time together just before we would all head off to college and during the
summer of 1980:

"Come on Dave!  The water's nice and cold for us!!!"

I scrambled into the chilly lake, awakened from my daydream of sorts and
realizing that from a distance Lonny was waving at me beckoningly to join
him and Drake as they splashed about a yard or so away.

I just stripped off everything I had on as quickly as I could muster; and
ran right into the nippy water like a chimpanzee gone wild.  There is no
other way to say it, except as it was: The fact was that I was a chubby
teen with soft feminine-like curves.  Plus, though I admired the lanky and
athletic physiques of my fraternal-twin-brother cousins, Lonny and Drake, I
also relied on them greatly to protect me from bullies and watch my back.

In moments, the three of us were skinny-dipping together: We felt we had
sufficient privacy here, as we were enveloped in the seclusion of a
desolate area of the woods surrounded by shrubbery and bushes and the
autumnal aura of rural life in our native South Fallsburg-area town. Lonny
and Drake alternately raced me to and from the mid-part of the lake to its
shallower eastern edge.  I was trying to hold my own, but, as usual, it was
hard keeping up with my hyped-up cousins; and, on top of that, the
frigidness of the water and the titillation of being fully nude while in
the water with my cousins was making me close to rock hard.  As we got out
of the water, the three of us panting a bit and with me as the most out of
breath, I noticed that Drake was winking at me.  On top of that, Lonny was
smiling mischievously at Drake.


My cousins and I were close, I often thought of them from the time we were
very young tykes onward as more like brothers to me than cousins.  As we
walked from the lake to the nearby creek that day, everything seemed as
usual to me: I never wanted to embarrass my cousins, but, then, as always
it was impossible not for me to look admiringly at their hot tan bodies
with their well-defined pecs and muscular arms; and, yes, I was sneaking in
as many glances at their ample, nicely thick cut cocks as possible, though,
admittedly, not quite as discreetly as I thought I had.


The three of us are as usual, subsequently, just wading through the creek;
and looking to spot that favorite abandoned raft we liked to think of as
ours floating aimlessly about.  The serenity of this creek is so
comforting, I am thinking.  I am standing in between Drake and Lonny, with
the latter to my rear; and, suddenly, Lonny pushes me down by the shoulders
so that I am eye-level with Drake's cock, now standing proudly at half-mast
and dangling invitingly over moderate-sized balls with just a bit of hair
on them.  I looked up at Drake; and though the sun was partly blinding my
view, I saw clearly enough that his expression was now extremely serious
and all he did in response to me was simply nod coldly but approvingly.

The head of Drake's cock rubs teasingly against my lips.  I instinctively
give in; and begin to gently lick the tip of the end of the cock, teasing
the slit a bit and giving a bit of extra attention to the tender underside.
I am now focusing most of my attention to the shaft and gently caressing
Drake's balls with the palms of my hands.  Drake gives out a moan, Lonny
gives out a sigh; and repositions himself in a kneeling position behind me
and wrapping his arms around my waist as I earnestly begin to suck on the
entire head of the cock.

I am feeling Lonny press his more than semi-hard cock against the crevice
between my buns.  I am thinking "No!", but for some reason oddly saying
nothing.  Then, to my relief, Lonny moves his cock so that it is poitioned
between my legs and under my own cock.  While none of this is what I had
been expecting at this time, I go along with everything and I am not
putting up any resistance whatsoever: In fact, I am very turned on,
especially so by the feel of Lonny's chest and cock pressed against me so
sensuously and also by the heat of Lonny's breath against the nape of my
neck.

I am sucking intently on the majestic shaft and really relishing all,
especially its manliness and appealing form.  Then, I begin bobbing my head
up and down the full length of the cock.  I look down; and I see that Lonny
is thrusting his cock in and out between my legs, synchronizing his
thrusting with the bobbing motions of my head in terms of speed, timing,
and even direction.  I am feeling compelled to look down in between my
bobbing; and, then, taking it all in I cannot help but be astounded by
Lonny's extreme hard-on and be more than a bit aroused by the erotic
intimacy of this contact.

"Oh, crap!", Lonny yells out.

"Oh, yeah!!", Drake howls like a werewolf in heat.

I am thinking that I should definitely not stop what I am doing, as, if I
do, something I do not want to happen at all might just happen; and it is
after all a-two-against-one situation.

I look up at Drake; and he is smiling once again, seems like his usual
self; and, then, he begins to arch his back.  I am getting a bit tired, so
to bring things to a head, pardon the pun, I gently squeeze his balls and
suck full-force and at rapid speed with the fervor and enthusiasm of the
sluttiest whore on earth.  Lonny reaches around and he is now playing with
my cock with his left hand in between his thrusts in and out.  I am
thinking that Lonny must be close by now; and sure enough when I look down,
his cock releases a huge load of cum that leaves a rich yellowish and
partially white foam in the water.  It was like a gusher; and as I am
almost stunned by the sight of that, Drake screams out "I'm cummmmmin'!!!";
and releases a huge load of thick cum coating my throat and filling my
mouth so much that globs of the same are oozing out from the corners.
Lonny speeds up with what he is now engaged in, gliding his palms and
fingertips in a circular motion along the full length of my cock and
alternating between soft and hard strokes.  I am beginning to feel
embarrassed that I might not cum, but, then, suddenly, I cannot take the
contact any longer, I am just too turned on: I release the biggest and
thickest and most intense load of my life.

I no longer feel vulnerable or intimidated, as when things first began
unfolding.  Yet, at the same time, I am focusing on this aspect of things:
Our grandparents have gone away for the full length of the current holiday
weekend, meaning the entire 4th of July holiday weekend; and the three of
us are presently staying in their home for the same and diligently honoring
our promise to keep an eye on things in their absence.  So, I find myself
wondering about this: Am I foolish to let my guard down completley just
yet?