After a while he pushed me up and lay back to rest, and I returned to my lounge, watching his hard body and his huge cock pulsing with pleasure. His moans grew louder and I knew I was doing a pretty decent job. I continued working his cock and soon felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me further down until I was deep throating all twelve inches.
"Oh mannnnn you do give good head," he moaned, and he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. I continued to give him the best head I could possibly do, partly to prove a point and partly because I was finally sucking on this amazing cock, belonging to my very hot cousin. My heart skipped a beat but I wasn't going to let this chance pass me by so I knelt beside him and took his huge cock into my mouth as far as I could get it.
"They say dudes give better head than chicks, but I don't believe it," he said. Almost a foot long and nice and thick and straight. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen, and I had seen a lot. Suddenly he undid his boardshorts and pulled out his cock. It always goes down like that." "Me too," I said. And I can actually take it, too, unlike most people," I said. "It's pretty fucking huge." "I know, it is, huh?" he said, then reached into his shorts and grabbed his cock. "I've seen your's hard," I said, laughing. "Looks like you have a pretty big cock, dude," he said, exhaling some smoke and coughing a bit. We smoked a bit and for whatever reason started feeling good pretty quickly. "He went out for a bit, won't be back til later," Austin said, pulling a doobie from his boardshorts pocket and fishing for a lighter. I also think part of him got off on turning me on, even if he wasn't interested. And I told him everything without censorship because he could handle it.in fact I think he might have liked it. "Maybe," I said with a small grin.Īustin had always been fascinated with the concept of gay sex, and used every opportunity to ask me about it not just general stuff but the graphic details of my sexual escapades. "Dreaming of cock up your ass, huh?" he laughed. He was wearing red boardshorts and no shirt, revealing his tattoo around his large bicep and his nipple piercing. Austin woke me up and pointed out the telling bulge in my shorts with a snicker. The loose shorts I was wearing did nothing to hide nine inches of rock hard cock while I dozed. I lay out on the lounger by the pool and dozed off, which would have been fine except I happened to have an extremely graphic and dirty dream about some or all of the boys I previously mentioned. Since it looked like Dallas and Austin were going to stick around I put the second idea on hold, for the time being. I felt like either lounging by the pool all day or trying to get laid. Logan had to go to some practice for most of the day. It was a hot summer day and I had the day off. My first sexual fantasies were about him, many years ago, and they never really went away. Austin was a bleach-blonde surfer of 18, and he was the only one who knew I was gay. And he wasn't alone: my cousin Austin was here visiting as well, and he didn't hurt the scenery one bit. For whatever reason he had a penchant for wearing nothing but underwear while home on vacation around the house. This meant I had more eye candy: while Logan and I were tan blonde swimmers Dallas was a muscular brown-haired football quarterback. I heard someone in the kitchen, then remembered my older brother Dallas was home from college for the week. His short blonde hair outlined his handsome, devastatingly sexy face on top of that physical perfection.Īs soon as Logan went into the shower I pulled on a loose pair of shorts and went downstairs shirtless. (I was blessed with almost nine inches, which didn't seem fair). Whenever I could, I loved getting a glimpse of his astonishing ten inch cock. We were both serious swimmers and water polo players so both of us had developed nice smooth tan muscled bodies, and I loved watching his six pack abs and round pecs flex as he changed. Logan was 18, about a year younger than was I.
I lay in my bed on my back, the cover over my waist, watching my brother change across the room.