Date: Sun, 6 Oct 2013 20:32:52 -0700 (PDT) From: Dave Krenshaw 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 For contact: davekrenshaw@yahoo.com If you are a minor, meaning you have not attained the age of majority, i.e.: "legal age", for the jurisdiction in which you reside, or material of this nature is illegal in the same, please close the window in which you are reading this disclaimer or as necessary, the computer browser you are using, immediately. This story is entirely a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in such work are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, that you yourself have knowledge of is entirely coincidental. Also, please keep in mind that nothing in this story is being presented with the intent of condoning or promoting unsafe sexual practices of any kind whatsoever. All comments as to this story are greatly appreciated: Please send the same to me at: davekrenshaw@yahoo.com (Please put the title of this story in the subject line of your email, so that I will know that your email is not any type of commercial solicitation); and please be sure to state in your email if a reply from me is welcome. Please, if possible, donate to Nifty via the following: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html . "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".