Date: Thu, 3 Oct 2013 16:48:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Krenshaw <davekrenshaw@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lonny, Drake, and Big Daddy Dave:  Cousins In Lust:  Installment 2

    Lonny, Drake, and Big Daddy Dave: Cousins In Lust: Installment 2
			     by Dave Krenshaw
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It is already nighttime and late Sunday night here in charming-but-quaint
Champagne Lakes Village.  Lonny and Drake are fast asleep in the master
bedroom; and I am lying flat on my back in the convertible sofabed set up
in bed-style form and in the den.  Well, all I can say is this: I am still
completely baffled by my cousins' behavior earlier this holiday weekend.
For one thing, it just is not really their style to engage in anything so
elaborate and so contrived as the two-against-one thing that happened while
we were jaunting through the creek.  The only thing that explains some of
this, at least, is that for reasons unknown they believed I would say no;
and, apparently, they have been one-hundred-percent oblivious to my intense
attraction to both of them.  As I have already related, I no longer feel
vulnerable or intimidated, as when things first began unfolding.  Yet, at
the same time, I have been feeling a bit nervous as the day comes to an
end; and some of this nervousness has carried over to daytime and caused me
to be a bit too focused on food.  I actually had five hot dogs when we
barbecued for dinner in the early evening.  This even took me by surprise.
I have been trying my best to just carry on with my cousins and our usual
summer-frolicking routine as if what happened didn't actually happen.

I am about to drift off into dreamland when I hear this humming coming from
the kitchen, it rattles me a bit, but I just figure someone must have
turned on the dishwasher a bit late or something.  Then, suddenly, from the
area of the doorway to the den, I hear this muffled whimpering: "Grace
Anne, Grace Anne, oh, my Grace Anne!"

That can only mean one thing; and, sure enough, I look up; and it was
Lonny, brokenhearted as ever, his shadow-like contours not clearly visible
but made out well enough in the darkness of the night.


"You awake, cuz?"


"Lonny, she doesn't deserve you, that's the truth."

"I should go back to bed.  She makes me feel like I am nothing."


"You're not nothing, Lonny.  To me, you'll always be something, something
special."


The words just seemed to fall out, I did not even think of all of the
possible interpretations to what I just said.  Yet, of course, I did
understand a bit better later on and in the light of day as to what was the
full significance of what I had simply and so casually revealed.


"Really?!," Lonny chimes, his sagging spirits uplifted.


I nod yes; and, then, I am looking up at Lonny, there is a hint of
moonlight piercing through the slightly-open window blinds: I am able to
make out a bit of my cousin's face; and also able to see that he is wearing
those silly boxer shorts of his with the heart-print design throughout.  I
am thinking that he looks so sexy and yet so forlorn.  I impulsively
struggle to backstep as to my words, but not much of anything coherent
comes out.  Sure enough, Lonny slips under the covers; and joins me as if I
had invited him to do so.  I am sleeping fully in the nude, as I normally
do in the summer.  I do not want to hurt his feelings, I am really unsure
as to what to do or say next.


Lonny slips his hand into mine.  I am feeling very warm and tingly, it is
to me a romantic gesture, yet, in this moment, I am uncertain if I am
interpreting it quite right.

Then, just seconds later, he rolls on top of me and then pulls the
waistband of his boxers to at least below his knees, I am guessing.

"We have to be very quiet, we don't want to wake Drake up, I don't want him
to know, OK?"


I nod, signalling my agreement.  At the same time, I am becoming extremely
aroused, both by the body contact and by the titillation of hiding our
intimacy from Drake.

Lonny kisses me softly on the lips; and I kiss him back in return.


Suddenly, it dawns on me that this feels different than what happened in
the creek, not ominous or scary or treacherous or such.  Yet, there really
isn't any time to focus on just what all of this means, especially wtih
Lonny now in full-swing and licking down the center of my chest and
following that by flicking his tongue seductively against each of my
nipples.

I wrap my hands gently around Lonny's hips, I am not feeling chubby at all,
I am feeling very erotic and sort of like a comfortable, icy-cool pillow.
With the line already crossed as much as it has been in total, no just does
not seem to be at all in my vocabulary at this time.


All of these feelings within me flooding to the surface.  While it is true
that my fraternal-twin cousins and I fooled around with one another a bit
about a year ago, with the same involving jerking one another off while we
showered together or changed in our bedrooms during sleepovers, I never
envisioned this: a full-blown intimacy like this with either one of them.


Lonny pulls the covers down off of us in a heated rush; and then changes
position, so that he is straddled over my torso and facing away from me.  I
am now staring at his beautiful ass-cheeks, they are so manly and
nicely-tanned, not to mention firm-looking.  As Lonny enthusiastically
sucks on my cock, I, feeling compelled to do so, place each of my hands
with palms faced down gently on one of his buns: I cannot help but notice
that they are truly firm and with significant muscle and no more than a
hint of any padding from fat: I kiss each of his buns and then lightly lick
off a slightly-salty layer of hot man-perspiration from each of them.

Lonny moans in-between his slurping sounds.  I am getting closer, I am
afraid to just completely let go, as I fear that if I cum too heavily in my
cousin's mouth, his reaction to that might be negative.

"Oh, Lonny, please!...I don't think I can control it, I won't be able to
stop in time!"

Then, Lonny surprises me yet again, in that as he just barely completes the
final bob down the full-length of my shaft, he abruptly takes his mouth off
my cock and wraps both of his manly hands securely over the head of the
same and so that I end up cumming directly into his awaiting hands.  I see
him right away with my very own cum lube up totally his now-completely-rock
hard cock with a hugeness and thickness that would make even a promiscuous
whore-in-heat shudder in panic.  I am thinking "No!" but saying nothing, as
if I am silenced by my state of shock; and then I watch as he gallantly
tosses my legs over his broad shoulders and plunges full-force half of his
cock directly between my buns and right into my extremely tight but
admittedly anticipating hole.


I am doing my utmost to stay focused on all that is happening as it is
happening.  Yet, my thoughts begin to drift away like an emerging stream;
and much of my attention is on reliving in my mind the time spent "with"
Lonny in the creek and his fervently thrusting of his majestically-huge
cock in and out between my legs.  Suddenly, it dawns on me that from
Lonny's point of view, I had already been penetrated by him THAT way; and
that his actual taking of my virginity of sorts was simply icing on the
cake, so to speak.


"Oh, yes!!!!," Lonny yelps in a state of elation as he fervently thrusts in
and partially out in rapid-motion masterful strokes embedded in a heap of
lusty sweaty masculine heat.  I look intently into my cousn's eyes; and
then, reflexively, smaile at him in response to his impish winking at me.


Lonny's get closer, I can sense that readily.  Suddenly, I hear a panting
sound at the doorway, followed by:

"Oh, so THAT'S how it is with the two of you, huh?!"

Lonny gasps in response to the intrusion but says nothing; and, instead, to
my stunned disbelief, fully completes his final thrust and fills me with
the thickest and hugest load of man-seed imaginable: He ultimately
collapses in exhaustion on my belly and my now-heaving chest.

"Drake?!!!!"