Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2017 21:06:02 -0600 From: Bart Dixon Subject: Ten Boy Cousins, part 3 Ten Boy Cousins, part 3 *bartbartbartman60@gmail.com* When we first started staying in the studio when all of us visited, the showers were just one big room. It was actually the girls locker room. There was a boys room but it was just a small little bathroom. A toilet and sink, not even a pisser. At least we called it the boys room, there weren't enough men and boys around when classes were going on to reserve it for boys. The first few years, the showers weren't really that popular, none of us thought that we really needed to shower. It was too much of a hassle to stop and get undressed and then having to dry all over. But then, as soon as we got in, the showers became another playground. Where else could you slide naked on the wet floor? It felt like running through the rain. The sound of giggling and yelling reverberated in the room. Once we were in, it was so very hard to get us out. We would also be monitored by one of the dads. It started out being a mom but the other boys would not get naked with a woman in the place. The Naked Thing didn't count for whatever reason. Occasionally, it was Grandad who came in to wrangle us through the shower. We always thought it was very strange that he would strip down to just his tighty-whities. He would take a shower, shampooing his hair and soaping up his pits all while keeping his underwear on. It did look like he had the pinkest dick of anybody in the family. Grandad was fine, he didn't really rush us and didn't restrain much of the fun. He was extremely quick to point out and stop any weird behavior, like dick sword fights, or sitting on another boy's naked butt, or anything that he defined as ass-grabbing. When it was my Dad's turn to watch us shower, he always stood, fully dressed, right at the edge of the showers. He made sure that Shooter and I were right next to Rob and Roy. And he thought there was something wrong with Stump, who would walk in and drop his towel and sure enough, he would be boned up, completely. Stump even tried to hide it but Dad would notice. BB and Stormy's Dad was the most demanding. He would let the playing last for a little bit then we all had to get our shampoo or soap. He paid particular attention to BB and Stormy when he would tell us it was time to wash our pits, we couldn't just use soap, we had to suds up the washcloth and do some scrubbing. And we couldn't take short cuts on washing between our legs. Stump usually excelled at that. Although, one shower, Slicker and I were enjoying that part a little too much as we faced each other and were in jack-off mode. We got stopped, for a while. The showers got modified. It turns out that girls didn't like taking showers in groups. There was a maze of white curtains hung on poles that criss-crossed the entire shower room. The curtains made fairly decent individual showers, though they stopped about 2 feet from the floor. It did stop the group fun but it also provided opportunities. It was a time that I could get privacy enough to jack off. I figure that others were actually aware or watching me, that probably made it better for me thinking that. I was in one segment all by myself and Bare Ass and Shooter were in the one next to me. I thought it was very interesting when I saw a naked knee appear under the curtain. Bare Ass was almost sitting on the shower floor. I moved back so I could see through the gap. Shooter was standing with both hands on his butt, fingers grabbing and squeezing. Shooter's dick was being swallowed by Bare Ass. I was getting to watch my little brother get a blow job. Bare Ass apparently wasn't all that skilled, several times they would giggle and have to reposition. When I got to see Shooter's dick, I was thinking that it did look a lot like mine. And I was imagining that my hand was Bare Ass's mouth and I was getting sucked. Bare Ass kept having to wipe the shower water from his face, and back off to grin at Shooter. Then they got serious. I really wanted to cum when Shooter did. I would get so close and thought he was too, only for Shooter to keep going and going. Finally, I watch Shooter grab Bare Ass's head with both hands and he went fast and hard. I could tell Bare Ass was gagging but I couldn't tell if it was from dick down his throat or cum getting squirted in it. I closed my eyes and I was cuming, shooting all over the floor. I opened my eyes and they were both standing and leaning on each other. Shooter had Bare Ass's dick in his hand and was stroking it. It wasn't very long at all and Bare Ass unloaded. I was amazed at how cute his little butt was when it tightened with each shot. While that event started a string of other experiences between Shooter and Bare Ass, another day in the shower was more like a culmination of the relationship I had with Stump and Slicker. We were the older boys in the group and we had a history that went back to when we were still in diapers. One of the pictures that was in each of our families' homes were the three of us, naked and in an old metal tub, outside at a farm somewhere. Our little junk was on display, I swear Stump was boned up. Although it started out trying to clean us up after a day on the farm, they tell us that we stayed in that tub whenever we could. My only memories of that trip were from the pictures. One of Slicker holding out a handful of grass to an old cow that looks more interested in way this human had no clothes. And me bawling while sitting on bales of hay. I'm told I didn't like the hay sticking my bottom. The one that my Mom wouldn't show and would stay in the envelope was the three of us, pushing our junk out and we were clearly interested in what the other boys had. It was definitely cute but it did show Stump and I touching the tips of our dicks and I had a finger on Slicker's dick. We weren't necessarily thinking about reenacting that but there in the shower, we really did. The three of us, and a few more at times, ended up in the shower a lot that year. It provided a great place for some privacy and a great excuse for getting naked. The curtains provided great cover but they could also be moved around. We had the showerheads in the corner so that they would spray towards each other, and moving the curtain that separated the two, allowed for one big area. We had been playing around with each other but that day we took it a little farther. We started with washing our dicks, it was really just a quick way to get boned up. And as we stood in the water spray, our boners would start rubbing on each other. At first on each other's hips, them butts. I started jumping and laughing when Slicker was poking his boner in my butt crack. It wasn't that I was opposed to anything but I sure wasn't used to a dick poking around there. Stump was laughing at me but he was concentrating on making our boners rubbing on each other. Stump pulled Slicker to the side and he pulled us close. I could feel both boners on mine. They felt like iron rods but were so slick. We all started grinding as best we could with three of us in that position. Then Slicker got a handful of my butt cheek. He did the same with Stump. He backed out and pushed us towards each other. Using our butts as handles, he had our boners bouncing against the other. I felt his finger press into my butthole and it made me step into Stump even more. We were pressed against each other tight. Belly to belly, thigh to thigh, boner to boner and balls to balls. He looked into my eyes and he could tell I was really enjoying it. Slicker was controlling our hips but we were very receptive to his direction. Our boners were working so hard on the other. I felt Stump jump a little. The grinding was a little rough with smashing balls together, I asked him if he was alright. He mumbled his answer, a few times, but I finally understood that he was saying that Slicker had a finger in his butthole! I laughed, Slicker had a devious laugh. Then I felt his hand started to feel around my crack. He found my butthole. He pressed and wiggled and told me to ease up, as he was trying to insert a finger in my hole. I wasn't trying to keep it out, I was enjoying the dick to dick action so much that I wasn't all that concerned about what was happening back there. I did realized that Slicker had reached for the soap. When he hand came back to my hole, his soapy finger slipped in my butthole. I was up on my tiptoes. When I eased back down, Slicker was really working us. Stump and I had our arms wrapped about each other. I felt like it was the most bodily contact I had ever had. My head laid down on his shoulder. I could feel his heart pounding. When Slicker move his finger, that was all I could take. I tried to hold on but with a gasp and a growl, I started cuming. Stump started calling me "Baby" as he started shooting just as I had let go of my last rope of cum. We both had to make Slicker stop. I leaned against the wall and stared at their junk. And Slicker told us that he had to jack off. Stump pushed Slicker so that his back was on my front. My semi-hard boner was resting in his butt crack. Stump started jacking Slicker and I moved my hands to play with Slicker's balls. Nice, hard, hanging balls. Stump took his hand off of Slicker's boner to move the spray of water out of his face. I grabbed Slicker's boner and started jacking fast. Like one of those quick jack offs that I would do to get rid of my morning boner or other daily boner. I was able to watch Slicker's cum shoot and hit Stump right in the pubes. We stayed in the shower a little longer but we would enjoy that again. And even expand our little circle in the future. I know I'm not doing these fictional stories in the order they never happened, just as I remember that they didn't happen. Let me know what you think *bartbartbartman60@gmail.com* If you can donate to Nifty, it would be much appreciated by them, and all the readers. I bet they would appreciate any amount that you could send them.