Date: Fri, 7 Feb 2014 21:58:10 -0600
From: Kevin Turnbow <kebo_t@outlook.com>
Subject: Uncle Fuzzy's Nephews

Uncle Fuzzy's Nephews

I came from a family that had so many cousins that it was really impossible
to keep track of what the actual relationships were.  Oh, the moms knew it
all precisely.  A 12 year old boy didn't care that much to keep it all
organized.

There was one cousin who was closely related to my Uncle Fuzzy.  He had the
big wild head of red hair, freckles, and hair all over his arms and legs.
He was pretty fuzzy himself.  He was tall and thin, very different from the
roundness of Uncle Fuzzy.  And for whatever reason, he hated me.  I don't
think I ever did anything to him to cause it.  I never got into an argument
or fight with him.  I never broke anything of his.  I don't remember ever
playing any kind of game or sport where I decimated him.  I know I never
peed in his Cheerios.  It seems that in any group, there has to be an
antagonist for each person. Although, he was 4 or 5 years older than me, he
chose me as his antagonist.

I have a memory of one night at my great-grandmother's house, in the attic
room designated for all the boys to sleep in.  I got to watch that cousin,
Artie, teach and entertain another young cousin.

That year, I had advanced in seniority so that I could claim a fold up cot
to sleep in.  My favorite cousin, the cutest one, Matt, was sleeping in a
similar cot next to me.  I still had years to go to get into one of the two
big beds or the roller bed that one of the uncle Nicks had "found" at a
hotel he stayed at.  Right next to my cot slept a younger boy, Lucas.  He
was sleeping in an old sleeping bag.  Each morning, the bag would be tied
in knots and in a different direction from where it started. Lucas had
blonde hair.  One of the few people in the family who had blonde hair, at
least natural blonde hair.  And when I say blonde, it could not have been
any lighter.  It looked like a big pile of cotton balls.  Lucas was very
cute.  He had chubby cheeks even though he wasn't all that
chubby. Beautiful blues would make you look right at him. My mom called him
dirty little angel, he always seemed to have food stuck to his face.

That night, I was already in bed.  I had been talking to Lucas about little
things.  My head was on the edge of the cot so that I could look down at
him.  We had quit talking for a little while, he might have been asleep.
Then Artie came in and flopped his sleeping bag right on the other side of
Lucas. I didn't move, I didn't want any interaction with Artie.  Artie
wasn't very considerate about Lucas and it was almost like he was making
sure that Lucas was awake.  Artie would ask Lucas questions, most of them
Lucas would answer with an uh-huh, or an nah-huh.  And he made a few
comments that made Lucas giggle. Then Artie came right out and asked Lucas
what kind of underwear he had on. Artie said that he had the best underwear
in the room. Underoos had just come out. I'm not even sure they were
available all over the country. I had seen them on one other boy during a
birthday sleepover.  Man, did that kid think he was something else!

Sure enough, Lucas had Underoos on and he pulled back the sleeping bag and
showed them.  The red and yellow of Superman was clearly visible in the
light coming from the hall and various night lights scattered around the
room. I wasn't sure if I wanted to buy off on the whole Underoo thing. I
did enjoy the Underoo commercials at the time.  It was a bunch of kids,
dancing in their underwear.  Sometimes with cartoons of the action heros,
sometimes with a mom. I just thought I was a little too old for that.

Artie told Lucas that he was jealous.  They didn't have Underoos when he
was a kid and they didn't make them in his size.  Then Artie showed that he
was wearing boring white underwear, with a big bulge.  A little more talk
about Underoos and Artie asked if they felt good on, like were they soft
and made things feel good.  Lucas confirmed that.  Artie asked if he could
feel.  It would be alright since "they were cousins."  I filed that
reasoning in my mind for the use.  And Lucas nodded and looked on as Artie
rubbed right on top of Lucas' dick.

Artie told Lucas that it did feel good, nice and soft. Then he giggled as
he said "And what's underneath feels good too."  Lucas giggled and I tried
not too but I made enough noise that it got Artie's attention.  Then,
geez!, Artie lurched at me.  He put his face right in mine. I had my eyes
almost all the way closed and I kept pretending that I was asleep.  Artie
called me pussy boy, a little ass lick, and several other things.  He
snorted and grimaced.  He was trying to get me to move or admit that I
wasn't asleep. I could feel the hate he had for me.  It even made his
breath so bad, smelled like moldy locanico.

Artie was convinced that I was asleep and he went back to work on Lucas.
It took some talking and convincing but eventually, Lucas slid those
Superman Underoos down.  I could barely see.  Then it lit up. In the light
of Artie's flashlight, was Lucas' very white dick. It was so white and
puffy. At the base, it looked like it was just stuck to him, and a little
puff of skin was rounded. At the tip, his little dickhead was poking out.
It actually looked like his 1.5 inch dick was wearing a white down
parka. I'm not saying his dick was little, mine was barely a mushroom cap
up until about a year before.  I had a cute little nubby.  Lucas' dick was
cute.

Artie kept the flashlight on Lucas, going from his face to his dick. A
couple of times, Artie put the light right on me.  I did all I could not to
give it away that I was watching and enjoying it too. Artie started talking
about dicks.  It was like he knew some secret history of them.  He asked
Lucas if his dick ever got hard.  Lucas nodded.  Then Artie asked if Lucas
could make it hard right then.  Lucas shook his head no.

I guess Artie felt like he would have to contribute. He told Lucas that he
was hard and got hard a lot.  And he asked Lucas if he wanted to see. Lucas
shrugged.  That was enough for Artie to pull his underwear down and shine
the light on his own crotch.  The light lit up the biggest mass of red
curly hairs that I could ever imagine. His pubes were thicker than any I
had ever seen, and long.  It took a minute for me to take my focus off that
mass of hair.  Then in the middle of the light was a long curved white and
orange dick. It curved up and it curved to the left.  The first thought
that hit me was that I knew I had trouble peeing with my morning boner, I
thought it would be impossible for Artie to even get close to directing the
stream in the right direction. That vision stayed with me for years and I
would wonder how he would ever get it inside the hole of another person.
Unless he started perpendicular and after getting it started, twist like a
big corkscrew.

Lucas was watching and paying attention too.  I did occasionally look back
at Lucas, he kept putting his hand on his own dick, just holding it.  When
he finally did move his hand, there he was all boned up.  It looked like
his dick just stood straight out and didn't grow except hid head came out
just a little. I thought it was very cool to be able to see both dicks.
Very different looking. I was just wishing that I could have started to
hump the cot since I was boned up by then too.

Artie asked Lucas if he wanted to touch his dick. Artie offered to feel
Lucas' too.  Lucas wasn't all that thrilled but he didn't fight back when
Artie took his hand and put it on his dick.  He helped Lucas not only feel
but to wrap his fingers around.

As Lucas maintained that grip, Artie slowly touched Lucas'.  Lucas gasped
at the very first touch.  The loose puffy skin on Lucas' dick moved up and
down as Artie began stroking. Artie explained about cum and sperm and that
when Lucas got "public" hair, he would be ready to make cum and sperm.
Artie let go of Lucas and he grabbed his own balls.  Big red things with
blue veins. They looked huge. He told Lucas that is where little babies
live until they are ready to get into a mommy.

The flashlight got enough attention from others that the best thing for
Artie to do was pack it all back up.  There were at least 5 other boys in
the room at the time. And maybe a few more of the real little boys. Artie
was good enough to pull up Lucas' Underoos for him. He even patted things
to make sure it was all in the right place.  And he pulled his own
underwear up but the big bulge from the curvy dick just stood out.

Lucas flipped over on his belly and grabbed his pillow and was headed for
sleep.  Artie got up, put his face in mine, and growled something about
beating off.  Then he held his hands in front of his bulge as he stepped
through the maze of cots and sleeping bags on his way to the bathroom on
the floor before.

I was already thinking about beating off.  And I rolled over to my back and
grabbed my own dick.  It was the most public jacking that I had ever done,
even though I thought I was hiding it.  The cot squeaked enough to give me
away, not that I noticed, or cared.  But I could jack off so quickly
then. In no time, I was unloading.  I pumped out a hot wet load of cum.  My
underwear contained it all.  Up until that point, I didn't like getting cum
on my skin, didn't even like it on my hands. That night, I let the big pool
of cum stay in my underwear.  That next morning, my pubes were covered in
dried cum.  I was peeling it off my belly and balls. And my sleeping bag
showed the signs.  It also smelled musky for at least a year.

That event was not the only discovery and exploration that happened in that
attic room. And wasn't even the only one involving me and Lucas.



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