Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 00:22:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Dave Krenshaw Subject: Lonny, Drake, and Big Daddy Dave: Cousins In Lust: Installment 1 Lonny, Drake, and Big Daddy Dave: Cousins In Lust: Installment 1 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 . I grew up in this small town in the Catskill Mountains in upstate New York: The name of the same is Champagne Lakes Village; and it is just bordering Franklinville and pretty close to South Fallsburg. Growing up, my third-cousins Lonny and Drake and I messed around with one another quite a bit, but the three of us just thought of it as experimenting or just satisfying curiosity or hormonal urges: We never thought of anything we did with one another as being gay, but, of course, we never went around advertising what we did together either. There were a handful of occasions involving oral and other forms of penetration and stimulation; and much of our "fun" together was centered around our spending time together and going on jaunts skinny-dipping in a local lake and frolicking in a nearby creek in our late teens. Today, those are pretty much the times together I can recall most clearly. All three of us were a bit shy and awkward, especially around female friends and classmates, back then; and we did not end up dating the local girls till we were high school seniors. Lonny and Drake are macho blue-collared guys today, devoted family men. I am presently in my early fifties, a husky-build man, with a tinge of gray at the temples, 6'3" in height, a nice light-bronze tan, brown eyes, and reddish-brown hair. I am moderately hairy all over, a burly man with a heart of gold who is affectionately called Big Daddy Dave by many of the locals here. Frankly, I think the name fits me to a tee, as I am blessed, so to speak, with the following: a cock which is close to seven inches when fully hard and has a real nice moderately-sized thickness; and also lightly hairy but noticeably huge low-hanging balls that are truly so big one could not even fit one fully into a single hand. I live in the kind of town where everyone pretty much knows each other's crap, but, for the most part, makes it a point to respect one another's privacy as much as possible or at least as much as what seems appropriate at the time. Widowed for close to three years, I have had a bit of time to adjust to life on my own; and I still live in the same home, a townhouse, where my beloved and I raised our three daughters, who live on their own in other parts of the good ole USA than where I have remained: namely, a suburb of Charleston, South Carolina. Anyhow, I find myself in free moments remembering in great detail those occasions when we three were all spry nineteen-year-olds; and Lonny, Drake, and I fooled around with one another a bit, actually, quite more than just a bit. I particularly recall what happened while the three of us were enjoying our time together just before we would all head off to college and during the summer of 1980: "Come on Dave! The water's nice and cold for us!!!" I scrambled into the chilly lake, awakened from my daydream of sorts and realizing that from a distance Lonny was waving at me beckoningly to join him and Drake as they splashed about a yard or so away. I just stripped off everything I had on as quickly as I could muster; and ran right into the nippy water like a chimpanzee gone wild. There is no other way to say it, except as it was: The fact was that I was a chubby teen with soft feminine-like curves. Plus, though I admired the lanky and athletic physiques of my fraternal-twin-brother cousins, Lonny and Drake, I also relied on them greatly to protect me from bullies and watch my back. In moments, the three of us were skinny-dipping together: We felt we had sufficient privacy here, as we were enveloped in the seclusion of a desolate area of the woods surrounded by shrubbery and bushes and the autumnal aura of rural life in our native South Fallsburg-area town. Lonny and Drake alternately raced me to and from the mid-part of the lake to its shallower eastern edge. I was trying to hold my own, but, as usual, it was hard keeping up with my hyped-up cousins; and, on top of that, the frigidness of the water and the titillation of being fully nude while in the water with my cousins was making me close to rock hard. As we got out of the water, the three of us panting a bit and with me as the most out of breath, I noticed that Drake was winking at me. On top of that, Lonny was smiling mischievously at Drake. My cousins and I were close, I often thought of them from the time we were very young tykes onward as more like brothers to me than cousins. As we walked from the lake to the nearby creek that day, everything seemed as usual to me: I never wanted to embarrass my cousins, but, then, as always it was impossible not for me to look admiringly at their hot tan bodies with their well-defined pecs and muscular arms; and, yes, I was sneaking in as many glances at their ample, nicely thick cut cocks as possible, though, admittedly, not quite as discreetly as I thought I had. The three of us are as usual, subsequently, just wading through the creek; and looking to spot that favorite abandoned raft we liked to think of as ours floating aimlessly about. The serenity of this creek is so comforting, I am thinking. I am standing in between Drake and Lonny, with the latter to my rear; and, suddenly, Lonny pushes me down by the shoulders so that I am eye-level with Drake's cock, now standing proudly at half-mast and dangling invitingly over moderate-sized balls with just a bit of hair on them. I looked up at Drake; and though the sun was partly blinding my view, I saw clearly enough that his expression was now extremely serious and all he did in response to me was simply nod coldly but approvingly. The head of Drake's cock rubs teasingly against my lips. I instinctively give in; and begin to gently lick the tip of the end of the cock, teasing the slit a bit and giving a bit of extra attention to the tender underside. I am now focusing most of my attention to the shaft and gently caressing Drake's balls with the palms of my hands. Drake gives out a moan, Lonny gives out a sigh; and repositions himself in a kneeling position behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist as I earnestly begin to suck on the entire head of the cock. I am feeling Lonny press his more than semi-hard cock against the crevice between my buns. I am thinking "No!", but for some reason oddly saying nothing. Then, to my relief, Lonny moves his cock so that it is poitioned between my legs and under my own cock. While none of this is what I had been expecting at this time, I go along with everything and I am not putting up any resistance whatsoever: In fact, I am very turned on, especially so by the feel of Lonny's chest and cock pressed against me so sensuously and also by the heat of Lonny's breath against the nape of my neck. I am sucking intently on the majestic shaft and really relishing all, especially its manliness and appealing form. Then, I begin bobbing my head up and down the full length of the cock. I look down; and I see that Lonny is thrusting his cock in and out between my legs, synchronizing his thrusting with the bobbing motions of my head in terms of speed, timing, and even direction. I am feeling compelled to look down in between my bobbing; and, then, taking it all in I cannot help but be astounded by Lonny's extreme hard-on and be more than a bit aroused by the erotic intimacy of this contact. "Oh, crap!", Lonny yells out. "Oh, yeah!!", Drake howls like a werewolf in heat. I am thinking that I should definitely not stop what I am doing, as, if I do, something I do not want to happen at all might just happen; and it is after all a-two-against-one situation. I look up at Drake; and he is smiling once again, seems like his usual self; and, then, he begins to arch his back. I am getting a bit tired, so to bring things to a head, pardon the pun, I gently squeeze his balls and suck full-force and at rapid speed with the fervor and enthusiasm of the sluttiest whore on earth. Lonny reaches around and he is now playing with my cock with his left hand in between his thrusts in and out. I am thinking that Lonny must be close by now; and sure enough when I look down, his cock releases a huge load of cum that leaves a rich yellowish and partially white foam in the water. It was like a gusher; and as I am almost stunned by the sight of that, Drake screams out "I'm cummmmmin'!!!"; and releases a huge load of thick cum coating my throat and filling my mouth so much that globs of the same are oozing out from the corners. Lonny speeds up with what he is now engaged in, gliding his palms and fingertips in a circular motion along the full length of my cock and alternating between soft and hard strokes. I am beginning to feel embarrassed that I might not cum, but, then, suddenly, I cannot take the contact any longer, I am just too turned on: I release the biggest and thickest and most intense load of my life. I no longer feel vulnerable or intimidated, as when things first began unfolding. Yet, at the same time, I am focusing on this aspect of things: Our grandparents have gone away for the full length of the current holiday weekend, meaning the entire 4th of July holiday weekend; and the three of us are presently staying in their home for the same and diligently honoring our promise to keep an eye on things in their absence. So, I find myself wondering about this: Am I foolish to let my guard down completley just yet?