Date: Fri, 7 Feb 2014 21:58:10 -0600 From: Kevin Turnbow 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. Thanks guys for all the great comments on my other stories. I do appreciate them. I'll take more comments, please. Kebo_t@outlook.com And please help out Nifty who is so great about hosting and posting all the great stories. Send Nifty a little contribution now and then.