Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2012 08:26:38 -0700 (PDT) From: Gustav Rennick Subject: An Eventful Summer It was shortly before my 14th birthday that I travelled to the coast to spend the summer with my Uncle Max and his family. This has been an annual tradition ever since Uncle Max bought the property. Even though it meant leaving my friends for the summer, I always looked forward to the opportunity to go. Max at 45 is three years younger than my father. And is very different from my father. Whereas my father is a machinist and very good with his hands, Uncle Max is a brainy guy. Dad left school after the end of high school to work as a labourer and eventually got his machinist's tickets. He is 6' tall, very muscular and hairy. Uncle Max went on to university where he eventually earned a BSc in computer science, and then a MBA with which he started a computer firm. A very successful computer firm. Not Bill Gates successful but worth a million of two. Uncle Max is 5'8" and with only a wisp of hair across his chest and, while toned, he was not build like dad. When seen side-by-side no one would guess them to be brothers. The strange thing is that I take after my uncle in most ways. At 13 years and 11 months, I stood 5'6" and use my brain far more often than my muscles. I love to bike everywhere but am more often found in front my computer than on the sports field. Uncle Max's summer cottage is a two-story house wrapped by verandas and balconies on a property of ten wooded acres over looking a secluded cove. I loved spending my summer rambling around, swimming in the cove, sitting on the shore reading in the sunlight. My room was a small bedroom on the west side of the house with French doors opening on the veranda from which I could see water and hear the waves lapping the shore. This particular summer I was met at the train station by cousin Brett who 17 whose 18th is three months away. He hefted my luggage, which included many books, easily into the trunk. Brett, like me, looks less like his father than my father. He is 6'1, very athletic and not very scholarly. Like my dad Brett can fix anything and is always tinkering with something, building or repairing whatever he could get his hands on, or being physical playing some sport. His father pays him to maintain the house and yard over the summer so it is Brett who will be around to watch me most. Brett was wearing shorts and a tight sleeveless t-shirt which revealed he was build more like my dad than Uncle Max and his chest and legs were hairy like my dad too. Brett and I have always got along despite the age difference. Because of different interests I didn't bother him too much but he taught me many things. Swimming, tree climbing, spelunking and other endeavours I normally didn't engage in, but always Brett made things fun. He is the big brother I don't have but always wanted. This summer began a little differently from all the rest we spent together. As we drove from town to the cottage, I noticed for the first time Brett's sweaty musk, his rugged, strong facial features, and the sleek toned muscles of his legs. I actually got a hard-on looking at him. Puberty alters the way you notice thing, I guess. Unlike my friends at school who puberty made interested in girls my interest was in boys. Not boys my age but "older" boys. My searches on the internet often focussed on sites which featured teens and men together with very little clothes and engaged in sexual activities. Brett chatted as he drove and was unaware of my intense study of him and my sexual reaction to his presence. Oh, this was going to be a longer summer than normal. Brett was so very straight it seeped from his pores like his sweat. I would be utilizing my new found skill of masturbation a lot this summer, I thought to myself. Uncle Max met with his usual enthusiasm and great hug. Aunt Mildred was still at their city house doing whatever she did and had cousin Angie with her doing an internship of some sort. So this year things would be a little different in other ways. Just us guys, Uncle Max, Brett, me and, later, cousin Brian, Brett's 21 year old brother, who would join us for the two weeks of his summer vacation. The first two weeks went by quickly. I became hornier by the day as Brett puttered around the property doing the yard work. He tended to wear very short shorts and no shirt. He also liked to swim nude in the cove. Coincidentally, I always seemed to be at the cove at the times he swam. Brett was not shy and would talk to me as he dried his gorgeous toned frame after his swims. I loved the way his cock waved back and forth as he dried or walked. His teenage cock was larger than mine but didn't seem as large as those on the internet, but it was enough to fuel many jerk-off sessions and wet dreams. I was jerking off four, even five times, a day but I was still always horny. It was Monday of the third week shortly after noon; I was in my room jerking off for the third time of the day, when I heard a sound outside my bedroom door. I paused and listened but the sound did not repeat. I returned my attention to my cock. A few moments later, the opening of the French door behind me startled me. I turned. Cock still in hand. There stood Brett. "Well, well, well what do we have here?" he chortled. "Brett, I... um... its... um... its not what you think..." I tried to explain. "Well, little cousin, I see you naked with your hand on your dick. It is exactly what I think." He moved toward the bed. "Don't tell anyone, please, Brett." "Why would I tell anyone? As long as you and me come to an understanding." "What do you mean?" "Ever since you arrived you have been looking at me. And following me, Ôspecially when I go swimming. You like looking at me, don't ya?" He now stood over the bed looking down at me. My cock wilted and shrank into my body. I felt myself blushing all over. "And, as I suspected you beat off thinking about me, don't ya? You beat off a lot, don't ya?" "Um... I don't... I mean... it's not like..." I stammered incoherently. Looking up at him I finally managed to say clearly, "Yeah, I do." "Yeah, what? You beat off a lot or you beat off thinking about me?" "Both," I confessed. "Good now we are on the same page." He sat on the edge of the bed, "What is it about me that makes you beat off so much." "Brett...," I pleaded, not wanting to answer. He reached out and ran his calloused hand along my thigh stopping just short of my little balls. "Tell me." I hesitated. "Tell me," he repeated. "Oh... I ..." Brett ran his hand along my thigh again this time brushing my balls and bringing his hand over mine which still covered my cock. "Tell me and interesting things might happen..." "Oh," I started at his touch of my balls and cock. "I like... um... your ...um chest and your legs and your muscles and your ... um ... dick and everything." "Ah, good man, would you like to play with my chest and legs and muscles and dick and everything?" The mere question reversed the cock shrinkage. I nodded. "Ok, so I am going to let you play with me, touch me, feel me anyway you want as long as I as I get off. Deal?" I nodded not trusting my voice. Brett lifted my hand away from my cock and placed his own over it. Instantly, it grew to its full 5". Brett smiled and brought his face closer to my cock. He blew a stream of warm air along its length. My cock jumped. He blew again with the same response. Looking up at me, Brett said, "Oh, you are a ripe one. I'm going to enjoy this." He licked my balls. I moaned with pleasure. "You ever play with another guy before?" I shook my head. "You ever touch another cock?" Another shake. "Ever have sex with anyone at all?" Another shake. "Ah, my little virgin cousin, you and me are going to have some great fun." He stood and pulled his t-shirt over his head. The sight of his chest caused me to sigh. He toed his sneakers off then pulled his shorts down his hairy legs, kicking them across the room. His cock was as hard as mine. Seven inches of pulsing meat, dripping clear fluid from the end. "Behold the grand prize, kid. It is all yours." He climbed on the bed next to me. I could feel the warmth radiating from him. The hair of his chest brushed against my arm. One leg crossed both of mine and stimulated me by the feel of the hairy muscles. I would have cum right then had Brett not gripped the base of my cock and squeezed. "Not yet, little boy. I want to enjoy this and I want you to enjoy it before you blow your load. Before we both blow our loads." Brett whispered into my ear, "Now then little boy, you play with my body anyway you want." I hesitated. There were so many things I wanted to do to him with him. I reached out and began by stoking his hairy chest, running my hand along his well-defined pectoral muscles. Brett rolled onto his back with a sigh. Encouraged, I moved my hand over his nipples. They felt hard unlike my own. Intrigued I passed my hand over them again. Another sigh from Brett. I put the nearest nipple between my fingers and squeezed it. I felt his cock move as it lay along side my leg. I brought my other hand to the other nipple and began squeezing them together and then alternately. Whatever I did brought a sigh and a movement of his cock. I brought my face to his right nipple and licked it. "Yes," Brett moaned. Another lick on the right and then on the left. Then I bite down on the left nipple. Brett growled and I bite again harder. The growl was deeper and he pulled my head into his chest. Getting the message, I moved to the right nipple which I bite down on. Same reaction from Brett. I alternated between nipples and between chewing and licking for several minutes. Meanwhile, my hands were roving up and down his torso, enjoying the feel of his muscles beneath the soft hair. I was able to feel his ribs and count his six-pack of abdominals. I kissed up toward his face, tasting his sweaty skin and loving it. The smell from his armpit drew me in. I licked up the drying sweat, savouring the flavour of my cousin. From his moan his pits were as much a trigger for pleasure as his nipples. I climbed on top of Brett laying fully stretched along him so I could alternate between pits. As I lay there I could feel his cock rubbing against mine. It was wet and slippery. And hot. When I had sucked and licked the musk from Brett's armpits, I moved up to his neck and then ears and then face. I licked the sweat from his brow and moved to his lips. I hesitated. His eyes were closed and so there was no clue as to whether he would be receptive to my next step. I plunged on planting a full lip kiss on his luscious lips. For a moment, there was no response. Then Brett opened his lips and stuck his tongue into my mouth, I countered with the same move. He reached up and pulled my head into our action Ð mashing our lips together. After a few minutes of tongue action, I pushed myself back and continued my exploration of Brett's body. My next stop was his six-pack. I licked and kissed every fold and groove on his belly, sticking my tongue deep into belly button. Brett giggled. On the move again I followed his treasure trail into his thick pubic hair. Here the smell was intoxicating and I buried my nose in deeply, filling my lungs with good whiffs. As I did so Brett's cock nudged the side of my face, encouraging me to engulf it. I resisted and travelled onto his thighs exploring them fully with mouth, tongue and hands. They were both soft and hard. Soft skin and hair. Hard muscles. Covering the shins quickly my next primary destination was his feet. Smelly after his morning labours I kissed and licked his beautiful feet to absorb as much of the smell as possible. His toes I gave special attention to Ð sucking each one. Brett moaned in appreciation. Finishing with his feet, I looked at Brett, "Turn over, please." I requested. There was some astonishment in his look back at me but he turned over. I lay myself over his back and nibbled on his ears and then his neck. My cock was pushing against his ass as I explored his broad muscular back. Eventually, I reached the start of his firm ass mounds. They were shaped like two halves of a ball. Hair covered, muscled and inviting. My exploration was extensive. I kissed, licked, smelled, touched every square inch of those glorious melons. I trailed my tongue along the ass crack savouring every smell and taste. As I moved down the crack, Brett spread his legs giving me greater access to the treasure trove Ð his asshole. I had only read about the sexual enticements of the asshole; and here was one I could investigate to my heart's content. The little puckered ring twitched as my tongue grazed it. Brett sighed a soft "yeah" at my actions. Encouraged, I did what sounded gross when I read about it on the Ônet. I stuck my tongue into the ring. I could feel Brett trying to loosen the muscle and my tongue entered. The taste was not gross like I expected but salty-tangy and funky. I reached in and pulled Brett's ass cheeks apart to facilitate a greater entry into that mysterious place. Brett pushed his hips up a bit to further increase my access. I made a little spear of my tongue and plunged it in further. Brett began to squirm beneath me. I redoubled my efforts. I pushed my fingers in deeper and pulled more of his asshole open. My tongue dove deeper too. I rimmed that ass for at least ten minutes before I decided to try something else I had read about. I pushed a finger into Brett's hungry hole. He made a deep growling sound that caused his whole body to vibrate. I pushed in a second finger. More growls. A third finger. I moved the three fingers in and out. Brett moaned, groaned and whimpered. I wanted to find that little button inside Brett's ass. I pushed and prodded eagerly. Then I found it just as described in the stuff I read. A hard little gland. His prostate. Brett's reaction told me I had found it. He bucked up, grabbed my hand and pushed those fingers further into his hot ass. "Oh god, James, oh, little cousin, you little fucker. I can't believe you. You are making me crazy. Keep doing what you're doing. God, please, god, don't stop." But stop I did. I withdrew my fingers. I brought them up to Brett's mouth and shoved them in. He sucked them like little cocks, making love to each in turn. "Turn over," I commanded. He flipped onto his back. I raised his legs into the air. Brett grabbed his knees and pulled them into his chest giving me free access to his ass, his balls and his cock. I licked his balls, individually and together. I tried to get them both into my mouth but there wasn't room. And finally... His cock. Seven inches of hot throbbing meat dribbling clear pre-cum in huge quantities. I tasted the pre-cum and loved it. I suckled the head of his cock to get more. Brett went wild Ð thrashing and bucking with pleasure. He tried to force more of his cock into my mouth but I resisted and pulled my mouth off. He groaned in disappointment. When he calmed a bit, I replaced my mouth and slowly allowed some of the shaft into my mouth. And then I pulled back. And then swallowed more shaft. I repeated these actions until I finally had all 7" lodged in my mouth. I could feel the head pushing at the back of my throat. I quickly shoved my mouth up and down that wonderful cock. At the same time I returned a finger into Brett's ass. I tried to time the sucking and the finger-fucking to coincide. "Gonna to cum.! Gonna to shoot!" Brett yelled. But I had other ideas. As he had earlier, I grasped the base of his cock tightly and stopped all other contact with his body. He whimpered and reached for his cock. I slapped his hand away. "Please, you gotta let me cum. I'm beggin' you to let me cum, James. Please. Please!" Leaning into his upright legs I pushed my mouth next to his ear and whispered, "Not yet. Not yet. There is something else I want to try. Something I think you will enjoy. A lot." I waited a few minutes until he relaxed and had stopped whimpering in frustration. I returned my head to his crotch and blew softly on his cock. It jumped. The pre-cum faucet turned back on and he leaked little puddles on his belly. I gathered some of the pre-cum and liberally wet my 5" cock Ð which was leaking a good deal of pre-cum as well. Once I was wet, I leaned down and suckled on the head of Brett's cock. And then, shoved my entire cock deep into my panting older cousin. "AArrggh!" he screamed. "Jesus, give some warning next time, for Christ's sake." I giggled, "You said I could play anyway I wanted. And this I wanted. You want me to stop playing?" "No, no, don't stop. You are driving me crazy. Fuck me! Fuck me hard." I tried my best to give him what he wanted. I pulled back until only the head remained inside. I rammed forward with all my weight. I took some short jabs which hit his prostate. I fucked in everyway I could think of to the accompaniment of Brett moaning, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" under his breath. At 13 years 11 months and two weeks old, my control was not great. It took only five minutes of intense fucking for me to climax. I froze with my cock as deep as it would go and shot eight or nine strong cannon shots of cum into Brett's incredibly hot ass. My orgasm triggered Brett's and his cock erupted between us. The first couple of shots flew over his head to hit the wall. The rest hit his face, my face, his chest, my chest, his upraised legs and the final one merely dropped onto his pubic hair. Once my breathing returned to normal, and my cock softened, I crawled from between Brett's legs and up to his head. I lapped up his cum from his face, his chest, his legs and finally his pubic hair. I had never tasted a more delicious elixir. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes. Suddenly, I felt Brett's tongue licking at his cum on my face and chest. I remained quiet and let him work. Once he finished he cuddled up to me, holding me close against his body. "My god, James, that was fantastic. I though you never had sex before." "I didn't. That was my first time. You liked it?" "Cousin, I loved it. I was not expecting that at all. For the rest of your stay just say the word and you can have sex me however you want. I mean it. My girlfriend is not getting any cock this summer. It belongs to you." Being 13 years 11 months and two weeks, I recovered quickly, more so than my 17 year old cousin, but when, after a few minutes rest, I asked him to suck me he said "yes, sir," and went to work. Brett took his time, lingering over the blowjob. He didn't rush as he bobbed his head up and down. Licked and kissed my hot cock. He relished every drop of pre-cum. He spent time on my balls, mine being small enough he was able to get both in his mouth at the same time. As he played with my cock and balls he caressed my ass, running his finger along my crack, teasing my asshole. Brett's ministrations brought me to climax in about five minutes. He swallowed my entire load and kept my cock in his mouth as it softened. He then moved up and kissed me on the lips. Our tongues caressed each other and I could taste my cum on his. Brett cuddled me and we fell asleep in each other's arms. I awoke first and noticed the time. I rolled over in Brett's arms and whispered in his ear, "It's almost 5 o'clock and your dad will be home soon." Brett jumped up in a panic, kissed me again and jumped from the bed. He grabbed his scattered clothing and ran naked from the room. I could hear his shower running as I pulled myself together. By the time Uncle Max got home the two of us were nice and clean pretending nothing fantastic had happened. For the next three days, things were as Brett had promised. Brett was fantastic and he was loving and caring. Whenever I felt the need to jerk off, or wanted to touch Brett, he would drop what he was doing and tend to my needs. Brett really loved ass play and I enjoyed fucking him Ð five times on one day alone. The more sex we had the hornier I became. On the fourth day, we were up to our old tricks, i.e. having a wild romp in Brett's bedroom, when things changed. My cock was once again deep in Brett's ass. Brett was yelling his approval of my cock being in his ass. We were both so absorbed in our fun when... The bedroom door opened. I didn't notice at first until Brett froze in place. I looked at him and followed his glance. There in the doorway stood Uncle Max. "DAD!" "Uncle Max!" we cried in unison. Max remained in the doorway, staring at the two naked teens before him. Obviously we were not going to be able to disguise what we were doing as anything other than what it was. Brett tried to disentangle himself from beneath me, while saying, "Dad, you are home early." Like small talk was going to distract his father. "Yes, slow day so I thought I would come spend some time with the two of you. Didn't realize I would be interrupting... this." "Dad, I can explain..." began Brett. "Explain why you are having sex with a 13 year old?" "Nearly 14," I interjected. "James..." he admonished me. Uncle Max was focussed on Brett, "Well, explain yourself." "Uncle Max, it isn't Brett's fault. I ... I wanted..." "You wanted? You are 13 nearly 14, he is 17 nearly 18, that is a big difference in the law." Brett climbed from the bed. Naked. He reached for his discarded running shorts. I clambered from the bed too. Naked. My focus was on protecting Brett rather than covering my body. "Uncle Max, don't get mad at Brett and don't call the police. We... he... I ..." I stopped, realizing Uncle Max's focus was no longer on Brett but was on me. And not on me because of what I was saying but on me because I was naked before him. A definite bulge was developing in his pants. I turned to Brett and stopped him from putting on his shorts. Taking Brett's hand I moved both of us up to his father. "Like what you see, Uncle Max?" I asked. "James," Brett whispered in horror. He had not noticed what I had. I then took Uncle Max's hand in mine and put it on my hardening cock. There was a sharp intake of breath from both Uncle Max and Brett. "Feel my young cock, Uncle Max. Feel how nice and hard it is getting. You can play too if you want." Brett was is shock at my words, he muttered something quietly beside me. I took his hand and placed it on his father's crotch. Instantly he knew. He moved closer to his father and placed his cock in his dad's other hand. "Come play with us, dad." Uncle Max stared at the young cocks in his hands. He tightened his grip on both, and smiled. He pulled his son closer and kissed him passionately on the lips. "So, what are we playing?" he asked rhetorically. I took hold of Uncle Max's belt and loosened it, followed by his pants. Brett tackled the suit coat and shirt at the same time. In short order, Uncle Max was naked. His cock was hard before I could take his briefs off. He had 6" of hard, thick cock with which we could play. Brett and I dragged Uncle Max to the bed and pushed him back onto it. We both dove down to his crotch; Brett sucking in his cock; me savouring his balls. Very quickly, Uncle Max was growling just like Brett growled. I swung my body around and presented Uncle Max with my cock. He vacuumed it into his mouth. Brett copied my action and soon his father was alternating between our cocks. I pulled my head up long enough to say, "Uncle Max, play with Brett's ass. He loves that." Max's hand moved behind Brett and from the noises Brett began making I gathered his father was following my advice. I decided to choreograph the play even more by pulling Brett's leg over his father's torso positioning Brett so his dad could either suck cock or rim ass. Uncle Max chose to rim and did so with gusto. Obviously, this was not his first time playing with someone's ass. Brett groaned his appreciation of his father's talents. I whispered into Uncle Max's ear, "You are having sex with your son. Your teenage son. And your teenage nephew. You are a dirty perv. Isn't it great?" He nodded agreement. "Brett loves being fucked and you can fuck him. You can suck us both and you can fuck him Ôcause that would make him happy." I spoke more loudly, "Wouldn't it, Brett? Your Dad fucking you would make you happy, right? I can't wait to see his cock filling your tight ass. While you suck me." Brett pulled off his father's cock long enough to say, "God, yeah, fuck me, daddy, shove that big cock of yours up my hole. Breed me. Fill me with your cock and cum." Uncle Max needed no further encouragement. He moved behind Brett and without any further preparation rammed his thick cock into his son's willing ass. "AHH! Daddy, fuck me fuck me good fuck me hard, Daddy." "Yeah, son, fucking my baby boy's ass. Going to fuck you, son, till you can't walk straight." I positioned myself in front of Brett so he could suck me. I leaned over Brett's back to watch his dad fuck him. I could tell from the effort Brett was applying to his blowjob that being fucked by his father was exciting him. Rather than have just one relative blowing me I moved to stand astride Brett and presented my cock to Uncle Max who hoovered me in instantly. He demonstrated less finesse than Brett but it felt great nonetheless. After a couple of minutes of Uncle Max's blowjob, I decided to test a theory. I shuffled into position behind my uncle, lubricated my cock with spit and then positioned myself at Uncle Max's asshole. His energetic fucking of Brett made it simple to impale Uncle Max. I just had to wait for his backstroke and then drive forward. I timed it perfectly and my cock entered Uncle Max's tight hole. "Oh, Christ Almighty!" he bellowed. "What's wrong, dad?" inquired a concern Brett. "Your fucking cousin is fucking me, fuck, fuck ,fuck." "Feels great, doesn't it?" Brett said. "Yeah, son, it feels great. Fuck it feels great." "Like father like son." I said, laughing. "Two hot studs to fuck. Summers going to be great." I drove myself as far as I could into Uncle Max. I felt my cock strike his prostate. "I'm cumming son. Here I cum." "Yeah, daddy, I'm blowing too." I could feel the tremors of each of them as they shot shared cum loads for the first time. I unloaded mine load into Uncle Max a moment later. The three of us collapsed on top one another and lay panting on the bed. Uncle Max spoke first, "How long has this been going on between you two?" "This is our fourth day." I replied. "No, only four days. You fuck like pros, I would have said longer." "Well, Brett's been screwing girls longer than that but this is my fourth day." Brett roused himself to say, "I've been fucking around since I was 13, dad, but with guys this is my fourth day, too." "Really? Then I didn't miss too much of the fun." Uncle Max laughed heartily. "How long you been taking it up the ass, son?" "Four days. James discovered my ass for me. He has been using it regularly since then," Brett offered. "What's regularly?" "James has had his cock up my ass at least three times a day. Five times the day before yesterday. He can't get enough and I love it. You want to fuck me again, dad?" "Yes, but not right now, my heart has to stop pounding first. But, son, as soon as you're ready how about you fucking me. I think I like it as much as you. But promise me when we have sex in the future, and we will, you'll call me Ôdaddy' again, ok?" "Yes, daddy," agreed Brett. "Dad, when Brian comes home in a couple of weeks should we induct him into our little circle." "Brian? Say yes, Uncle Max, I want to play with Brian too." I was very excited at the prospect. "No guaranteeing he'll be open to ass play, James," Uncle Max pointed out. "We can only hope, can't we?" I offered. They both laughed. As they laughed, I positioned myself behind Brett, and asked, "Ready?" Brett looked over his shoulder and nodded. He leaned forward and passionately kissed his father. Uncle Max said, "Oh to be 13 again!" "I'm almost 14!" I retorted and shoved my cock into Brett's welcoming ass. To be continued? Feedback is welcome gustavrennick at yahoo dot com Remember to support Nifty through donations. Keep this free service free.