Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2016 13:19:57 -0600
From: Bart Dixon <bartbartbartman60@gmail.com>
Subject: Ten Boy Cousins, part one

None of this actually happened.  None of these guys exist.  I'm just going
to pretend that they did.

There were 10 of us.  Ten boy cousins.  There were girls, and even a few
more boys but there were 10 of us all within a few years of each other.  We
were able to take advantage of the holidays, the grandparents kingdom, and
somehow getting enough trust from our parents that we could do a lot of
messing around.

TEN BOY COUSINS

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Let me start telling about the boys.  Almost everyone of us had nicknames,
and we mostly went by them all during our years of growing up.  We still
talk about each other using those nicknames.  It gets hard when we have to
talk about them when we discuss them with other people.  There were Rob and
Roy.  Those were the nicknames of David and Nathan.  The best we can figure
is that they got the Rob and Roy names from Grandad.   They were one grade
under me. Identical twins. To me, it was always easy to tell them apart, at
least close up. There were just Rob and Roy.  They went to the same school
as I did and I saw them almost every day.  The thing is, Rob and Roy were
different people than David and Nathan.  Rob and Roy were kinda mean, very
excitable, very loud, very involved. Yet when they were in school, they are
cry babies.  They even looked different, Rob and Roy had hair that was
never combed and a little wild.  David and Nathan had hair that was gelled
and never even moved!  I remember them in school when they would be crying
about something the teacher had done to them.  This was like in 5th or 6th
grade, not little kids.



The twins did very much look identical.  You had to look very hard to
notice the little difference.  But like I said, I could tell right away.  I
think the biggest difference between the two was when they were naked. They
didn't have huge dicks, just normal sized for their age.  Rob's dick was
nice and straight.  His boner would point out from his body.  Roy's had a
curve.  You could even notice it when he was limp but when he boned up, his
dick bent to the left.  I don't think you would have thought it was
anything wrong with if you saw it alone.  When you saw it right next to a
perfectly straight version, it looked weird.



They made jokes about it.  They said that Roy tried to butt fuck Rob while
still in the womb but Rob's butt hole was so tight that it bent Roy's dick.
They also said that it happened the week before.  In reality, nobody
believed it, Rob wasn't all that opposed to having a dick in his butt hole.



Stump was also known to his parents as Greg.  I thought for a while that
Stump was talking about his dick.  It was a little thing when he was
little, like a little mushroom cap.  It was because he was built like a
tree stump.  He was the athlete in the bunch.  When we played football or
any other games involving contact (which was most anything we did), if you
ran into him or tried to tackle him, it was like tackling a tree.  It hurt!
He was also the most prone to boners.  It seemed like he was always hard
and not just when we would all be messing around.  He'd get a boner
carrying in the groceries, or riding in a car, or just sitting and watching
a movie!  By the time he was a senior in high school, his dick was so thick
and hefty.



Mike's nickname was Stormy.  Grandad always said it was like a storm
hitting when Stormy would enter a room.  I always thought it was the way he
looked, it was a stormy expression on his face.   Mike looked more like
Stump than his own brother.  Stump was a rugged athletic look but Stormy
looked like a delicate version of the same kid.  Dark hair, big dark eyes,
intense but almost sad look on his face. Stormy was also the last to
develop.  He wanted pubes so bad!



Stormy's big brother was BB.  Depending on who you asked, BB stood for Big
Baby, or Big Boy, or referred to the size of his balls, or just from his
name, Bryan.  I know people who called Bryan a ginger boy because of his
hair, and he was also nicknamed Ginger.  He hated that and didn't think he
had ginger hair.  I know that his pubes stood out from the rest of us.  He
loved to be naked, anytime, anyplace!



The two oldest boys were both named after our Grandad.  There was always a
fight about the names involving their parents.  The both wanted the other
parents to pick a different name.  They both became Jim.  Nicknames are
Slicker and Licker (or Liquor).  I like the thought that it is Liquor, as
in all Cowboys need to survive is a slicker and a bottle of liquor.  They
went to the same school, most of the time.  They were also best
friends.  Better
than their fathers.  And they were so competitive with each other.  They
had to have me measure their dicks to see who was longer, several times
over the years.



Slicker had a little brother, Barry.  He would answer to Bare Ass. I'm
pretty sure it was just a play on his name but he was also a pain in the
ass.  He was best buds with my little brother and that just made it
worse.  Bare
Ass had the worst looking dick of all of us.  His dick head was blue all
the time. His balls never seemed to hang but just float in his sack. And
there are several things that I did to him that I never should have, mostly
funny, most he never knew who did it for sure, but it was mean of me.



I shouldn't have left my little brother for last.  Matt was actually a good
brother most of the time.  When we got in the big group of cousins, he got
a little weird.  He really tried to distance me during that time.  I did
get to give him his nickname, Shooter. It was one night with all the
cousins and we were all doing a circle jerk, a real one, the only purpose
was to get everybody to cum.  Matt knew how to jack off, thanks to my
teachings, but he had never made real cum.  That night, he got so excited
and was telling the rest of us that he was about to shoot.  Sure enough, he
did!  It wasn't a huge volume but he was leaning on me and I felt every
shot he made.  He was so proud of actually shooting cum.  He just had to
get the nickname, Shooter. He even walked the stage at graduation as they
announced him as Shooter.



We would get together several times.  It was rare that it would be all 10
of us except at Christmas.  Then we would all meet at Grandad and Granma's.
They lived outside of town, just beyond the city limits so that it was
legal for Grandad to own his liquor store that was also on his property.  They
also owned the convenience store/ gas station (or ice house) right next to
the liquor store.  The signs in the ice house bragged about how they had
cheaper beer prices than the liquor store.   On down the road, Grandad also
owned the boat storage.  Half the store rooms had boats, half had junk that
people just couldn't throw away.



And right in the middle of those businesses was the house and a huge
building that held Granma's business.  Granma was a gymnast in her younger
years. She went to college on a scholarship and had some great success over
the years.  Grandad told us that she chased Granma after he saw her doing
splits during a workout practice and he knew that if she could make that
move, she would be great in bed.



Granma owned and ran a gymnast studio.  Mostly little girls with big
aspirations of being Olympic gymnasts would enroll and taught by Granma and
several other instructors. Most of my memories of Granma at the time were
when she was almost as wide as she was tall.   Gymnastic teaching bought a
lot of groceries.  The studio has all the apparatus needed as well as mats
and piles of foam padding.  On the holidays when all of us boys were there,
that became our bedroom.  They would also set up the big tables and chairs
for the dinners and such.  It was a great place to put 10 loud, stinky,
inquisitive, horny boys.  Mats to sleep on, things to jump on, foam to jump
into, and about 200 feet from any adult.



Our parents would stay inside the house, 200 feet away.   Some would just
go get a room at the Best Western Motel in town.  BB and Stormy's family
even brought a camper trailer with them a couple of years.  And the girls
in the family would take over the living room for their sleeping quarters.



I do have several stories of things that went on there in the studio.  There
was something that became a tradition.  We referred to it as the Naked
Thing.   And after a few years of it happening, it became something that we
would plan on, hope for or just arrange it to happen.  The first time, the
snow had been coming down all day.  The 10 of us were in the studio,
playing games, telling stories and just doing what we do.  Somebody when to
the doors and looked out.  The few outside lights were lighting up the snow.
It was a beautiful scene. A great blanket of white covered ever inch, the
drifts were a wonderful blue and the lights caused the snow to sparkle.   It
was so beautiful that it inspired the 10 cousins to want to run through it,
making tracks and knocking down the piles.  Most of us were still wearing
pajamas or shorts and t-shirts but it was an age that we were just
transitioning to sleeping in underwear.  Either way, the mob mentality
decided the best thing to do was dress appropriately for the snowy cold
outdoors.  So, everyone of us strip down to nothing.  We exploded out the
doors and into the cold.  We ran in every direction, running and jumping
and falling into the snow.



It is amazing to see how awkward and wiry naked boys are.   It seemed like
legs and arms were skinnier than normal.  And the flexibility of every
joint was on display. The yelling and giggling was enough to rouse ever
adult in the main house.  Little by little, parents started showing up at
the door.  At first, we had as many observers who were enjoying the naked
craziness as those who wanted us to get back inside and put some clothes
on.  I don't think a single one of us had a hint of pubes at the time.



Shooter was peeing in the snow, apparently writing his name. About the time
he was crossing his T, Bare Ass and BB came up beside him and added their
streams to the art work.  The stood there with their dicks in their hands
long after the fluid flow had gone dry.



Rob and Roy were making snow angels in the front yard of the house.  With
each sweep of their legs, their junk grew smaller and smaller.



I joined Stump and ran and jumped into the biggest drift in the yard.  I
made sure that my crotch was the first to hit the snow.



Then the moms appeared!  I had seen people chasing chickens, trying to get
them back into a pen.  It was much like that.  Moms holding their arms
around themselves to ward off the cold and rushing gingerly on the icy
surfaces and 10 naked boys being herded back into the studio.  We made a
run for it and all got inside. Somebody hit the lights inside, as if that
would protect us some how.   We all made the run to our sleeping back and
dove in.  The warm of the bag was best things I felt all day.   One of the
Dads opened the door and yelled that we need to settle down and go to
sleep, that any other foolishness was not going to be tolerated.



Shooter and Bare Ass slid into my sleeping bag to get warm.  Three naked
bodies and getting tight in the bag.  It is the first time I remember
getting sexually aroused by live bodies.   There was a lot of squirming and
giggling.   They found out that they could grab my dick with their cold
little hands and I would yell and squirm, they loved it.  They were
fascinated by my little but rock hard boner.   And there were little sword
fights for the next 30 minutes.  It's the first time that I ever slept
naked all through the night.



I know it wasn't the next year when the Naked Thing involved breakfast.  It
was normal for us to set up folding tables and chairs in the studio and
feed the entire family there.  Most of the time, the food was just set out
and the tables weren't decorated.  That morning, for whatever reason, Stump
came out of the bathroom with a scowl on his face.  He didn't even have a
towel, just wet and naked.  I know it wasn't the next year because Stump
had a nice bush of pubes.  His dick was definitely worth admiring too.  Stump
came out, sat down at the table and proceeded to pout. I was still on the
floor and I could look under the table without Stump knowing I was looking.
It was the first hair dick, other than my own that I had ever been able to
really look at.



A few minutes later, Rob and Roy joined Stump at the table.  They had
towels but they giggled as they opened them up and put them on the seat of
the chairs.  Soon, we were all filling in our seats, dropping our underwear
or towels. The cold metal seat hit my butt and caused my balls to suck up
high inside my body.  My dick shriveled to almost nothing.  We handed out
the plastic bowls and spoons, passed out cups of the cheapest orange juice
that Winn Dixie sold, and started chanting that we wanted food.  In walks
Licker's Mom and she almost screamed, she immediately stopped and was
tripping over her own feet as she tried to back out of the door.  The other
moms came on in and there was shock and yelling about how it was wrong and
disgusting to be naked at the dinner table.  Naked boys started to scramble
for clothes.  Or as I and Shooter started, we just grabbed our sleeping
bags and wrapped them around us and sat back down.  The rest of the family
filed in and took their places around the table.  The fathers scoffed and
laughed about their boys being naked. Grandad said they should just make us
stay that way for the rest of the day.  My Dad said, no, they would like
that.  We all pretty much agreed.



The girls sat at the next tables next to the boys, and every one of them
was trying to sneak a peek.  Some of the younger ones were the bold one and
walked over to the boys and looked closely.  Amy, was about 6 years old at
the time, walked over to me, picked up the edge of my sleeping bag, looked
and proclaimed, "It's just a wienie."



The Naked Thing that has remained in memory by actual video evidence was
just silly.  It rained the entire time we were there.  Too cold to go
outside just not cold enough to turn to snow.  Left alone in the studio got
our minds churning and we became bolder.  Somehow, one of the parents let a
teenage boy get control of the video camera. Now, it if had been at a
parade or a school play, or something wholesome, it would have been fine.  But
the camera was left with 10 teen boys, in a building with no adult
supervision. At first, a few naked butts were filmed.  A little more flesh.
And flashes of junk.  The video camera got wired to the TV in the studio
and we watched what we just had video.  Many times, some boy would stand at
the TV and point to something obvious, a dick, a butthole, a boner.  And it
was funny to see how many boners were visible in the audience.  One thing
led to the other until we were in production phase.  The camera was put on
the tripod, aimed at a wall, and then left running.  Just off camera, you
could hear so many stupid remarks including being told that everyone had to
be naked, and that everyone needed to be boned up.  That part got an
argument, some thought it would be porno to do it boned.



Then we appeared.  Standing hip to hip, arms over each other's shoulders,
we moved in from the side of the scene.   We all had our underwear on our
heads, some pulled over our faces.   Some had socks on but nobody had more
than that.  We did a very pitiful and awkward high kick as we entered the
frame of the camera.  Very few could keep control of their laughing.  But
we started doing a simple kick routine, most of us humming the tune to some
gaudy show.  Everyone of us had our underwear on our heads.  Some looked
like they were wearing hats, some it was more like masks.  I really didn't
think mine were that nasty but I was smelling more of me than I wanted to.  At
that moment, I swore that I would take more showers in the future.



The video was clear when looking at our junk.  Our junk was bouncing around.
At the start, some were still soft but as we went along, every boy had a
boner.  It was hilarious to watch the boners bounce up and down, and side
to side.  I thought it was hilarious then, and still is. I like it because
it was a record of who had pubes that year.   All could bone up but not all
had pubes.  Copies of the video have been made over the years, it has been
put on CDs, and thumbdrives.  I haven't seen it on YouTube yet.



The gymnastic studio had been open several years.  The girls had grown old
and out of the program.   Several of them had donated their old
equipment.  Most
of their equipment consisted of old leotards.  Some were fancy and made for
competition.  Others were clear that they were for working out.  One of our
Naked Thing was really involving the leotards.  We all dressed out in the
girls leotards.  My balls were big but I didn't think were huge but they
could not be contained by the crotch of the leotard.   I was in great shape
that year.  My chest muscles has grown nicely.  They filled out the top of
the leotard.  We couldn't do much with what was falling out at the crotch.



We spent hours running around the studio to the girls leotards.  Things
were quieting down and I involved in talking about girls and sex, and all
sorts of things that causes boys to get hard and aroused.  It was the first
time that I had ever had an honest to goodness wet dream.  I woke up at 3
in the morning with a big wet load in the leotard that I had fallen asleep
in.



There were other Naked Things that went on.  Those may come up in later
stories.  I also haven't started telling about the things that happened in
smaller groups, or one on one encounters.  A lot of cum was generated over
the years. I'll continue to write and submit if you all want me to.  I know
it was light on sex but there is more.  It was just what I was thinking
this week. *bartbartbartman60@gmail.com*



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