Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2013 23:58:51 -0800 (PST) From: Jessie W Subject: Lake Mead 1 Hey guys, this is my first time writing here. I've been reading since I was pretty damn young but this is the first time I ever managed to experience something hot enough I thought it was worth while to write about. Keep in mind I'm a high school senior (over 18) and I'm in AP classes, but my writing might not be the best. So sorry bout that. But I'm hoping what I lack in writing skills I make up for in a pretty hot and very true story. I've changed everyone's name (except Stacy, cause fuck her, but that comes later). Also, this contains sexual shit between teens, if you don't like it then why are you reading this? And I did some sorta molesty shit. But that doesn't mean you should. Also, if you like this first part I can write more, it just takes a lot more work than I was expecting! Like it? Lemme know. wrestlinjessie@yahoo.com As long as I can remember I've had a thing for my cousin Josh. I remember when we were kids we would sometime shower together and even at that age there was something about him that just made me stare. Now we're both seniors in high school and he has become a true hunk. He stands at a lean 5'10", the kind of guy who has so little body fat he doesn't have to flex for you to see his abs. And when he does...well damn! He's played soccer for quite a few years now and it's made his body look like something sculpted by Michelangelo. He has lightly tanned, freckled skin and shockingly red hair. Yep, a hot ginger. When he stands shirtless (which he does most always) you can see his fuzzy red treasure trail disappearing, with that muscular v, into his board shorts. I'm not bad looking myself, and in good shape, but anything compared with his perfection would never stack up. On to my story. This summer he invited me, his gf Stacy, and a few of his other friends to take out a houseboat on Lake Mead. Needless to say I immediately accepted the opportunity to spend a week with him and his shirtless jock buds. Though I assumed nothing would happen, I figured better that than pounding my meat in my basement for the next week, an activity which had filled most of my summer vacation. From the moment I got in the Jeep I could tell I'd made the right decision. Crammed into the back seat with me were two gorgeous high school jocks. Both in shorts, their toned hairy legs rubbing up against each other. Stacy, as the only girl (and the lucky bitch my cousin was fucking) got the honor of riding shotgun. As the drive went on I got to know the other guys better and they seemed like pretty cool dudes. And being such studs didn't hurt a bit. They were both on the soccer team with Josh and excited to "spend a week fucking schwasted!" The kind of guys who say things like "sup bro" and "hella sweet" without even a hint of irony. The guys sitting next to me was Chris, a brunette with swoopy skater type hair and a tight tan body. His arms, shown off by his tank top, were especially nice. To his right sat Kiran, the biggest of all three of us, a black haired stud who looked like he would fit in fine in the army. Josh had decided that he would be driving the whole way, as he didn't trust any of us with his new car, so needless to say the alcohol started flowing real quick. Casual sipping turned into ultra competitive, if repetitive, drinking games, and before you knew it we had arrived at Lake Mead, drunk off our asses. Josh decided that rather than load everything in this late at night, wed better just sleep in the car. Chris was already slumping drunkenly onto me so I was totally OK with this plan. As the night wore on and the floor of the Jeep became littered with beer cans. By 2 o clock everyone was settling in for sleeping, or in Chris and Kiran's case, just passing the fuck out. I figured, being still remotely sober, that I would dig a blanket out of the back and tuck it over the three of us. These desert nights can get real cold and coming down with a cold seemed like a terrible way to start the trip. I slip back into the car, flung the blanket over the boys and me, and settled in for the night. I tried to find a comfortable position, but my right arm had nowhere to go. With Chris pressed tightly against my side I ended up just resting my arm on my leg. But as I lay there, surprisingly awake, I couldn't help but think that the leg I was touching with my pinky belonged not to me, but to my hot cousin's hot friend. The dirtiness of the situation overwhelmed me and soon I was hard as a rock. I slowly moved my ring finger onto Chris' leg too. He didn't seem to notice a thing. I slowly inched my way until my entire hand lay palm down on his firm thigh. I gave a light squeeze and felt the sinewy muscles of his leg lying just below the this fabric of the shorts. My heart was beating fast, but I couldn't help myself. I kept sliding my hand further and further across Chris' lap. Until my pinky felt what I was looking for. A warm tube, like a sleeping beast just waiting to be awakened. I slid my other fingers over and began to gently knead his flaccid cock. He obviously wasn't wearing underwear and the silky fabric flowed smoothly over his squishy pole. The car was filled with the sound of snoring, which made my lewd, public deed seem even more wrong...and even more exciting. As I continued to knead I felt a pulse in his cock and ever so slowly it began to inflate, radiating even more heat and beginning to press longingly against my palm. I knew there was no going back. And the truth is, that's exactly what I wanted.