Date: Sun, 6 Oct 2013 20:32:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Krenshaw <davekrenshaw@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lonny, Drake, and Big Daddy Dave:  Cousins In Lust:  Installment 3

    Lonny, Drake, and Big Daddy Dave:  Cousins In Lust:  Installment 3
			     by Dave Krenshaw
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"Drake?!!"

"Well, it ain't Peter Pan, cuz!," the lanky-build man with a slight paunch
and dark hair now tinged a bit with gray exclaimed in my doorway.

I glanced over his shoulders.

"Lonny's reparking the car now, I told him that it would be just fine to
pull into your driveway, I hope that's all right with you, cuz."

I just stood there, still a bit stunned that they actually came this year,
I had invited the two of them and their families so many times over the
years: It seemed like it was always one thing or another preventing them
from ever being able to come.

"Jill and Rose send their sincere regrets and, of course, their love, they
could not come as planned: The gals won an all-expense-paid trip to Vegas
in some sweestakes; and the kids were invited last-minute to their
godparents' homes for the holiday weekend this year."

I nodded, I was so floored by seeing Drake after all of these years that
when Lonny finally strolled in, I just smiled like a buffoon.  While Drake
was now about average as to physique but nevertheless as ruggedly handsome
as ever, Lonny had changed the least dramatically: He still had that tan
body and those well-defined pecs and muscular arms.  The only thing that
was gone were those shaggy-blonde tresses of his, as his hair was now a
very deep brown.

In moments, the two were sizing me up, I just hoped I lived up enough to
their expectations: 2014 was just around the corner after all; and I
realized of course that this husky-build man with a tinge of gray at the
temples was probably not exactly what they were anticipating seeing.
Still, I was comfortable enough in my own skin; and fairly proud of the man
that I had grown up to be.

"Welcome, the two of you, to my humble home right here in the heart of
Sweetwater Creeksdale, Charleston's serene suburb."  I gave each of them a
big warm hug.

My cousins were smiling at me in response to my welcome.  We all got
settled soon enough in the comfort of the living room.  I had a suspicion
what might be on their minds, especially the way they were scanning the
room looking for clues.  Finally, Lonny piped up: "We heard some about
Bryce, but we want to hear your version of things."

"Well, as you may recall, after college graduation, I relocated to this
fine suburb to take a high-salaried position as a certified public
accountant for a worldwide company that back then owned the local daily
newspaper publication. I did my best to keep in touch with our family
remaining up north, but mainly I stayed in regular contact with my younger
brother, Richie. Richie is now divorced, forty years of age, and deserves
at least some credit for raising virtually on his own his son Bryce, all
the while barely making ends meet with his lousy teaching job. The long and
the short of it is that, one year ago, Richie had a complete nervous
breakdown; and I have since legally adopted Bryce, presently nineteen years
of age and a bit on the quiet side."

"Oh, so he is a mini-version of Richie today?," Lonny interjected.

"Not exactly: Bryce has sandy-blonde hair, sparkling-blue eyes, a few
freckles, rosy cheeks, and is about six feet tall and with a slim frame and
baby-soft skin all over porcelain in tone and reminiscent of his mother's."

"Oh, I...uhm...see.," Drake commented, spreading his legs wide apart while
seated relaxed in my favorite and burgundy-leather recliner chair.

I must have been a bit more tired than I realized from staying up late last
night, as I honestly did not pick up at that moment on the significance of
the gesture: Yet, looking back on it now, yes, I did notice that Drake was
tenting a bit in his trousers.

That Thanksgiving Day holiday weekend turned out to be one of the best ones
of my life.  My son Bryce celebrated his twentieth birthday the subsequent
Christmas Day.  To convey the full flavor of what transpired, what follows
now is entirely his version of what happened, written in his words and from
his perspective alone:

There was so much laughter and merriment as well as so much food that
entire holiday weekend.  My dad, who many of the locals here love to
affectionately call Big Daddy Dave was truly on cloud-nine the entire time.
I knew from relations that my dad was really close to these cousins of his
growing up; and seeing the three of them engage in light banter and joke
around with one another while reminiscing about old times made that feeling
of closeness come to life for me to witness.

Watching Dad and Cousins Drake and Lonny prepare our holiday feast together
in our medium-sized modern kitchen was really something: I truly wish that
Cousins Drake and Lonny are actually my uncles, they are both so handsome,
manly, and friendly.  In fact, at one point, ironically, Cousin Drake said
to me, rhetorically: "Why don't you just call me 'Uncle Drake', son?"

After that, I sort of took the hint, so to speak; and ended up calling
Dad's cousins "Uncle Lonny" and "Uncle Drake", respectively, for the
remainder of the holiday weekend.

Anyway, as it makes me feel really good when doing so, I am going to keep
referring to the two as Uncle Lonny and Uncle Drake for the remainder of my
account:

OK, I will admit that it was my idea to do so, but we ended up watching the
entire length of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade on TV: I just loved
seeing all of the floats, helium balloons, and the Broadway musical
performers and marching bands.  I remembered how Uncle Drake winked at me
playfully during one of the commercials.  I did not read anything into
that, just thought he was being playful or joking with me.

Uncle Lonny, on his way to and from the kitchen to lend a hand to Dad,
would josh, tousling my hair: "You're far too young, kid, to be sportin' a
crewcut."  I would just grin at him each time, sometimes following that by
waving at Dad, smiling sweetly at me while taking in all at the
pass-through opening.

Thanksgiving dinner was just sensational; and all four of us dug in
heartily to a perfectly-cooked nicely-golden and beatifully-carved turkey:
There was tons of food, including my favorite, the cornbread stuffing; and,
of course, lots of cranberry sauce and heaps of pie: I recall that, at one
point, Uncle Lonny looked a tad crestfallen when I remarked that Dad had
made the pumpkin pie, his favorite, completely himself this year; Then, Dad
interrupted, apparently quickly realizing his cousin's source of sadness:
"Yes, Lonny, don't you worry, I have your favorite too on hand, it's
chillin' in the fridge as we speak: The day I forget you love your apple
pie, well, that'll be the day they can just check my pulse!"

I was really enjoying the whole dinner and, especially so, as this was
really a happy time for Dad, his being reunited with these cousins of his
that were in many ways like brothers to him growing up.  In truth, though I
had gotten used to the holidays being just Dad and I alone nine times out
of ten, it was nice being in the warmth of company and having this
extra-sense of family.  It was sort of sweet, I thought, when I noticed
both Uncle Drake and Uncle Lonny watching me as I chewed eagerly on the
dark meat of my drumstick.  I pretty much just grinned at them, or acted
like I did not notice any of their attention to me.

I guess it was all of the excitement of the day, or a combination of that
and all of the energy I had used up in helping Dad get everything just
right for our holiday dinner: At any rate, by 10:30 PM, I was in my mind
totally tapped; and excused myself and went to bed, deciding it was best to
just call it a night.  I could not sleep very well, however: I was tossing
and turning; and finding it hard to fall asleep.  Eventually, I did doze
off, though sometime in the very early morn I was awakened by this giggling
and these odd partially-muffled moaning sounds coming from Dad's room.  I
sort of surmised that Dad must have left his televison set on, as was often
the case; and figured I would just tiptoe into the room and turn the set
off: It was either do that or risk not ever getting back to sleep.  So, I
ended up swinging open the door, the handle I guess having slipped from my
grasp: and, causing my jaw to drop, this is what I encountered: Dad is
sprawled on his back right in the center of his bed and fully nude; and
Uncle Drake, also without a stitch of clothing on, is between his legs in a
kneeling position and sucking hard on the shaft of Dad's cock.

The two did not seem to notice my presence at all, and were completely
absorbed in what they were engaged in.  I was a bit nervous; and my body
was more than a bit sweaty in my cotton pajama bottoms.  Then, there were
these tingly sensations surging through my loins.  I looked down; and
noticed I was already partially aroused.  I figured I would just make the
most of everything: Repositioning myself at an angle to the doorway and
what I presumed was completely out of view, I began to gently caress my
left nipple with one hand and the full length of the shaft of my cock with
the other.  I was staring at everything as if fixated; and giving lavish
attention while doing so to the small-sized mushroom head strikingly close
to bright-red in color.


This is what happens next: Suddenly, a manly lightly-hairy arm stretches
around my waist, and I hear this:

"Oh, how nice you are SO enjoying the view!, why not join in on all of the
fun yourself?!!"

I manage to turn around; and sort of attempt to scurry away, but quickly
find I simply can't!: My darned bottoms are tangled at my ankles still.

"Uncle Lonny!," I gasp, staring at him, dressed in nothing but tight
wine-colored bikini briefs and with a smirking grin that was making me
cringe.

I am feeling so exposed, so vulnerable; and, at the same, time, there are
these high-pitched moans coming from Dad.  I realize that I have been
caught; and, then, I wonder if Dad is going to be mad.  There really isn't
any time to dwell on the latter, however, as in a matter of moments Uncle
Lonny tosses me over his shoulder; and throws me onto the bed and right
next to Uncle Drake.

Uncle Drake, somewhat taken aback by my arrival, quickly removes his mouth
from Dad's cock.


"Feast on this!, son, your timing is just perfect!!!"

At this point, I figure I might as well make the most of things, having
been caught red-handed: I curioiusly scan the medium-sized mushroom head
and gently curl my two middle fingers of my right hand around it, I notice
that it is slightly purplish in color; and then I marvel over Big Daddy
Dave's cock being close to seven inches when fully hard and having a real
nice moderately-sized thickness.  With my left hand, I cautiously caress
most of Big Daddy Dave's balls: I am astounded by their sight: They are
lightly and appealingly hairy and are huge low-hangers, so big that I
cannot even fit one fully into my hand: So I just gently glide my
fingertips and the centers of my palms over them.  I admire their genuine
firmness as well as their greatly-pleasing softness and manly hairiness: I
find myself oddly reminded me of times spent petting rabbits when I was
much younger.

Then, I notice a tiny bit of clear liquid that had been seeping out from
the slit of Big Daddy Dave's huge cock. I impulsively lick it off with the
tip of my tongue: The liquid, I discover, is slightly tangy and has a mild
sweetness to it. I give in to temptation; and slowly place a bit of the tip
of Big Daddy Dave's head of his cock into my teenaged mouth; and softly
suck on the same.  At this point, Big Daddy Dave looks up and, to his
astonishment, realizes that it is no longer Uncle Drake sucking his cock
but, rather, me, of course.  He strangely says nothing: instead, he just
grips the sheets a bit.

Anyway, by this point, I am busy and not paying too much attention to Big
Daddy Dave's reaction: I am unsure if I am tasting more of the liquid, at
that point, but I happily discover, in any case, that I like the taste of
Big Daddy Dave's cock and the feel of it in my mouth. I particularly enjoy
circling the neck of the head of the cock with my tongue as I suck on the
cock. I am within moments eagerly sucking on the entire head of Big Daddy
Dave's cock and fervently caressing his sac, alternating between attention
paid to each of his majestic balls. It was then that I feel Big Daddy
Dave's legs enclose a bit around my hips, I interpet this as a sign that he
is not at all angry about my presence. I bob my head up and down on Big
Daddy Dave's cock, gradually taking into my mouth about a quarter of an
inch with each bob. I am truly determined to get more of the tasty liquid
out, at least enough out that I can be sure that I am tasting the same and
not just Big Daddy Dave's manly cock.  As I continue going pretty strong,
there is a lot of heaving from Big Daddy Dave's chest; and, as I am feeling
his manhood enlarging slightly more in my mouth as I suck, I notice, at one
point, an abrupt bucking of Big Daddy Dave's hips: They in fact lift off
the bed so suddenly that I almost lose my position.


Uncle Dave and Uncle Lonny reposition themselves behind me, as I am going
full-steam: They pull my pajama bottoms so that they are completely off;
and one or both part my delicate ass-cheeks, exposing my virgin man-hole.
I can tell from the hands felt on my hips and on my buns that the two of
them are taking turns licking with lots of tongue my sweet pucker; and
plunging their tongues into the depth of my hole.  I find myself very much
relishing all of this intimate and erotic attention; and, at the same time,
in a matter of seconds there is gushes and gushes of Big Daddy Dave's man
juices in my mouth.  I slowly and gently release the cock from my mouth,
all the while fully savoring the pleasing taste of the liquid and doing my
best to swallow all of it: I take care to lick off the head and slit and
clean the shaft with my tongue, wondering why I don't have something even
approaching in size Big Daddy Dave's low-hangers.

I remember the rest of what occurred in a somewhat hazy way: I guess I had
reached the point of being intoxicated by all of the sensuality and raw
sexual expression I was exposed to in various forms.


I recall this, though, clearly: Uncle Drake and Uncle Lonny repositioned
me, so that I was lying flat on my back close to the window-side of the
bed.  Then: Big Daddy Dave, Uncle Lonny, and Uncle Drake, in that order,
each, took turns, kissing me with lots and lots of tongue action; and
rhythmically humping their manhoods against my pubes.  There was not much
variation among the three of them, though Uncle Lonny did spend a great
deal of time sucking on each of my nipples.  I kissed them with a great
deal of passion, I was really into it.  Then each of the three spent
individually one-on-one time with me with my legs flung over the elder's
shoulders.  Big Daddy Dave pierced my hole's still-somewhat-tight confines
with the head of his moist cock.  Then, Uncle Lonny, respositioning
himself, did exactly the same, followed, in turn, by Uncle Drake.


I looked up at Big Daddy Dave, hoping he would pick up on the pleading look
in my eyes.  Then, I saw Big Daddy Dave and Uncle Lonny give a nod,
virtually in unison, to Uncle Drake, who smiled broadly in response.  While
Big Daddy Dave and Uncle Lonny held my ass-cheeks wide open for easier
access, Uncle Drake reinserted his cock's head firmly into my hole with one
single plunge; and then pushed forward gradually until the full length of
his shaft was deep inside me and his balls were slapping against the crack
of my adolescent rear.

"No!," I yelped in dismay.

"Just enjoy the ride son!!!," Uncle Drake crooned.


Looking back on everything now, though a lot of the sensations were, at the
time, so very new to me, I actually did in fact enjoy all that trasnspired
that special Thanksgiving holiday weekend when Dad reunited with those two
sexy cousins of his.  I can attest first-hand that Big Daddy Dave and his
relations, brothers Lonny and Drake, are truly in every sense of the term
"cousins in lust".