Dog Star's

 

THE WEEK I LOST MY VIRGINITY

 

 

Everything changed that day at the beach.  My uncle rented a cottage on the water every year and the rest of the family took turns visiting (my mother called it “mooching”) for the two weeks.  That year was no exception.  Uncle Bradley never married but you could tell he liked kids.  While we nieces and nephews were forever being scolded by our parents for this or that, Uncle Brad let us get away with just about anything, always with a smile and a wink.  I’d turned thirteen that summer, an awkward age for any boy, especially one who was shy and confused about his body’s changes.

One of the changes that bothered me was how I reacted to seeing my cousins in bathing suits.  Amelia was only eleven and didn’t fill her skimpy bikini though it was enough to cause strange dreams.  My oldest cousin, Jason, played football and basketball in high school and had muscles on top of muscles.  I noticed he also had something big in his shorts, and the sight of him fueled my imagination and made things happen in my own shorts, much to my own confusion.  Very soon I would discover the joys of sex, but up until that summer all I had was my overactive imagination.

During one such bright, beautiful day our parents had gone into town while my cousins waded into the waves or hung out on the small sandy beach and Uncle Brad performed his supervisory duties, sitting on the deck in his lounge chair with a beer.  I came out of the water and headed back up to the cottage, watching Jason and Amelia fooling around at the water’s edge and once more letting my imagination go wild.

“How’re you doing, Jimmy my man?” Uncle Brad hollered as I approached.

“Okay, I guess,” was all I could think to say.

“How about joining me up here?  I’ll let you have a beer if you promise not to tell your folks.”

“Yeah, I promise.”  I didn’t really like the taste of beer but having my favorite uncle offer me the forbidden beverage felt like a privilege, and besides I kind of liked the buzz.  I also knew enough to mask my breath when around my parents.  He pulled a can from his cooler and handed it to me.

“Here, sit on my lap like old times.”

“But I’m all wet,” I said.  He was right about old times.  He always made me feel like I was his favorite nephew and I’d often sit on his lap when I was younger.  Something about the big man holding me always made me feel good.

“So what, I’ve been wet before.  Here,” he said, indicating his lap.  When I sat down and took a swig of beer, he placed a hand on my thigh.  On its way there he brushed against my penis inside my bathing suit.  “Whoa,” he said, “the young fella’s got a woody.  Must be from looking at all that skin out there,” pointing to Amelia and Jason.  I was speechless, feeling like I’d been caught doing something bad.

While I drank my beer Uncle Brad went on to say how it was natural for a boy to get excited looking at other kids “with practically nothing on.”  He said, “I bet you’re wondering what surprises your cousin has under that bikini.  You’ll get to see them someday.  Well, not your cousin Amelia but some other girl.  A girlfriend.”  He seemed to be okay with it, so I relaxed in my uncle’s lap, sipped beer and watched—and imagined—my cousins.  I knew squat about sex but that didn’t stop my mind from filling in the gaps like I figured all boys did.  My uncle still had his hand on my thigh when he casually mentioned that he knew what Jason looked like completely naked.  “The kid’s got a muscle inside those shorts too.  You should see the dick he has.  The damn thing must be almost a foot long.”

I‘d finished my beer and asked for another.  “But Uncle Brad, how did you see Jason naked, did he let you?”  My imagination swung automatically from Amelia to Jason, trying to visualize what I had down there being a foot long.  I couldn’t do it, but now my interest had been piqued.

“Like with the beer you and I have a lot of secrets,” he said.  “I’m gonna tell you another.  Jason looks like he’s interested in girls but he’s not.  He likes boys.”

“You mean he’s queer?”

“Now, Jimmy.  You shouldn’t be using a derogatory word like that.  You’ll learn soon enough that people experience their sexuality in many ways.  Sometimes it’s between a girl and a girl, or a man and another man.”

I can’t honestly say at my age I was ‘open minded’ but I did try to look at every side of some new bit of learning, whether in school or at home.  The societal changes regarding gay rights hadn’t quite come to my house yet but I didn’t have the sexual hang-ups to be homophobic; in other words I could accept two men in love and marrying but I had no concept of them having sex, it just seemed weird to think about it.

Uncle Brad kept rubbing my thigh and every once in a while his hand would graze my covered penis.  He was so casual about it I didn’t freak out.  In fact it felt pretty good, and went along with my wild imagining of my older cousins, now with the added intrigue of Jason’s new mysteries.  He said, “I have to admit, though I never married, I like both men and women, and in my mind that’s not a bad thing.  I bet you’re gonna be like that.  See how you look at both of them?  Wondering, imagining what it would be like to touch them, see what they’re like under the bathing suits, having them touch you…”

He was right.  I glanced from Amelia’s chest to Jason’s bulge and my imagination kicked up a notch.  I felt it in my wet bathing suit too.  I asked my uncle how he knew about Jason.

“Because he used to sit on my lap like you are.  He’d get hard like you and I’d make him feel good.  We had a lot of fun times, him and me.”

If I hadn’t already liked my uncle I probably would’ve been afraid.  He was so open about touching, and he seemed to know what I was thinking when I watched my cousins on the little beach.  And he was so right about how hard I was.  Every time he swept his hand up my thigh and past my stiffness it was like an electric shock to my groin.  If Jason was okay with it, I pondered, then why couldn’t I?

I asked the only question I could. “How did you make him feel good?”

He showed me.  He nuzzled my neck while he slipped a hand under the waistband of my wet shorts.  He gripped my penis and lazily rubbed it.  No one could see us, and so I felt no guilt.  What I felt was something poking at my butt.  I didn’t need any imagination to figure out what it was.  Something was happening to me down there and it felt great.  I was looking at Jason again, more precisely the big bulge in the front of his bathing suit, wondering what it would look like freed from its confines.  That’s when an amazing wave swept through my body and my penis blissfully jerked several times.

Uncle Brad sighed, “Ahhhhhh,” as he felt what happened to me.  I remained silent.

Eventually he removed his hand and asked me if it felt good.  Of course it did.  He showed me what was coating his hand and explained what the gooey white stuff was.

“Someday I’ll show you some other fun things, but for now let’s keep this to ourselves, okay partner?”

“No problem, Uncle Brad.”

“Now, you better go back in the water to rinse off your cum inside those shorts of yours or your mom will see it and wonder what happened.”  Now THAT scared me more than anyone seeing my uncle’s hand in my swimsuit, for some weird reason.  As I walked down the beach and dove into the water, I realized I’d never look at Jason the same way again.

The rest of the day was “normal” in the sense that my uncle and I didn’t change how we interacted with each other, even when he gave me a knowing wink.  Normal extended only until Uncle Brad asked my folks if I could stay over for a couple of nights.  Mom and dad said it was okay as long as I had a way to get home afterward.  That’s when Jason said he was coming back the following day and he’d drive me home.  “It’s not like he needs any clothes.  His bathing suit and what he came in wearing will do him fine,” my uncle said to settle the deal.

I was nervous and exhilarated at the same time, remembering what he’d done to me out on the deck earlier.

After everyone left, my uncle took me to a local seafood restaurant so I could have my favorite—fried clams.  When we got back to the cottage, he joked that the “prison guards” were gone and gave me a beer.  After I had a second beer he once more asked me to keep a secret.  “I have a DVD I’d like you to watch with me, but I have to warn you. I think you’ll like it but it’s about men having sex.”

Now I was really nervous despite the beers.  Was it wrong for him to show me that?  I told him it was okay as I remembered all the feelings I had earlier.  Was what we did like sex, I wondered?  I put my trust in Uncle Brad.  He started up the movie.

It was set on a beach in Europe.  Uncle Brad said it was on “The Riviera” but I didn’t know what country that was.  Most of the guys in it didn’t look any older than twenty and they were all fit, tanned and good looking, which made sense because they were actors in a movie.  They all wore tiny and tight bathing suits unlike ones I’ve ever seen around here.  My first surprise was the kissing; I never saw guys kissing each other before.  When two of them went back to an apartment and took their trunks off before kissing some more, I was mesmerized, and my penis got hard.

My uncle noticed.  “I think because it’s just you and me,” he said, “we should let nature take its course and get out of these clothes, give our cocks room to grow like they are.”

That’s when I noticed the bulge in his shorts.  I was nervous, of course, but not scared, so I nodded and started taking off my shirt, shorts and underwear.  Uncle Brad took his off too, and when his penis popped up out of his descending boxers I gasped because it looked so much bigger than mine.  But it was just as hard.

We sat and watched the movie, drinking more beer.  Except for a few sneaked glances at my uncle’s penis, my eyes were glued to the TV screen.  Both guys—like I said, boys really—had very long penises, which made me remember what my uncle told me about Jason.  Would mine keep growing until it was big like these?

In turn, each of them took the other boy’s hard penis into his mouth.  Uncle Brad gave a running commentary of what was going on and what would happen, using words like cock, hard-on, sucking, and cumming.  While watching he was rubbing up and down on his penis—his cock—and recommended I do the same.  I felt guilty touching myself like that but when I did it felt good, especially while watching the movie.

“They’re gonna fuck now, you know,” my uncle said suddenly, and just as suddenly he was rubbing himself faster.

I knew ‘fuck’ was a swear word but otherwise I was clueless.  When one of them squirted cum in the other guy’s mouth and face, he followed it up by getting onto his hands and knees on the bed, where the ‘wet-faced’ boy got behind him and put his hard cock in the guy’s poop-hole!

Instead of it being gross, it looked interesting.  My eyes were focused on watching the second boy’s long cock slide in and out with his tight butt muscles flexing as he did.  The one receiving it had his head back and looked like he was enjoying it tremendously. My eyes went from butt to cock to the other boy’s semi-hard and swinging cock and all of a sudden I was spraying all over myself.

“Ah, a good cum,” my uncle said, followed by “I’m cumming too…watch…”

His was like a fountain compared to mine.  He let go several spurts of cum, and it landed all over both of us.

“And that’s how it’s done,” my uncle said.  “I bet you feel as good as me right now,” he added as he sort of rubbed his cum all over himself before he started rubbing mine all over me.  He palmed my cock, and said “Ah the beauty of youth…right back up there,” as indeed I was still stiff.

I suddenly made a connection.  “Is that what you and Jason did?”

“Yeah, at one point when he was a little older than you are now.”  My uncle’s face took on a dream-like quality like he was remembering happy things.  “The boy is so endowed…and he’s a natural fucker, I’ll tell you.”

“Endowed?  You mean like big?” 

“He’s bigger than big.  Maybe someday you and your cousin could hook up.”  I thought about the video we just watched.  Bigger than that?

“Is that what you want, to do things with me like those guys in the movie?”

“Yes, of course, you’re my favorite nephew, but I would never do anything unless you wanted to do it.”  He slowly and softly rubbed my cock before he said, “It does feel good, doesn’t it?”

I couldn’t help but nod my head in the affirmative.  It felt great.  The movie was still on and I was once more hypnotized by the bodies on the screen.  Uncle Brad kind of whispered, “If you think those guys are hot, you should see your cousin Jason.  What a body!”  The movie, the muscles, the cocks much bigger than mine, the way they fit together so perfectly. I was intrigued by what they all did with their mouths too.  I found it hard to believe those guys could actually take cocks that big deep into their mouths without chocking.  As if reading my mind, or more likely seeing that I was hard again and what I was seeing on the TV screen, Uncle Brad said, “Would you like me to do that?  It’s even better than a hand.”

Everything he’s shown me so far has been fun, so I wasn’t nervous anymore and said yes.  He got down on the floor between my legs and took my cock into his mouth.  His lips were warm and wet and it felt great.  While he slid his lips back and forth over my cock he put his hand lightly at my balls and caressed them.  The feeling was magical.

When he went a little faster, I groaned “I think I’m…”

At the same time he hummed, “Mmmmm” as he got a mouthful that made me wonder what the stuff tasted like.  I bet I’d find out soon enough.

I showered before bed, and when I came out of the shower he was there with a towel and a stiff cock.  “I can’t help it, Jimmy,” he said smiling.  “You’re a handsome boy and I can’t wait for us to go to bed together.”  His smile grew broader still when he saw my cock stiffen as I stared at his.

It was strange to be in bed with someone else and neither one of us wearing pajamas or anything.  He asked me if I wanted him to “suck” my cock again.  Remembering how great it felt I said yes, but this time he swung his body around so he was lying in the opposite direction from me.  When he took me into his mouth I found myself looking at his hard cock.  Without saying anything he let me know what he wanted by pushing it into my face.

Just as I’d wondered about the guys in the movie, I found it hard to put my uncle’s cock very far into my mouth without gagging.  Instead I mostly rubbed him with my hand while only the end was between my lips.  He seemed to like it, though.

I felt things tighten up down there so I knew I was going to shoot again.  When I shook and sprayed into my uncle’s mouth he surprised me by doing the same, spurt after hot spurt entering my mouth and making me choke.

“I should have warned you, though it felt so good I was out of my mind,” he said as he helped me clean up what dribbled from my mouth.  “It wasn’t bad, was it?”

“It tasted funny at first but it wasn’t bad,” I told him.  In some way it wasn’t a pleasant experience, maybe because it was a lot, kind of gooey, and it choked me.  On the other hand I was proud I could do it and make my uncle feel as good as he made me feel.

We went to sleep, and sometime during the night I felt his cock poking at my backside. I wondered if he was sleeping but then he whispered in my ear, “I want you so bad.”

I wasn’t fully awake when I said it was okay.  I didn’t know where it came from but he rubbed a dollop of some sort of jelly at my hole before putting a finger in me.  It wasn’t like pain but it was uncomfortable for a while as he kind of massaged his finger in and out of me.  Slowly waking up, I knew his cock was bigger than his finger and I wasn’t so sure I was ready.

When he put it in me it wasn’t so much pain but more like a shock to my whole body, paralyzing my lungs so I couldn’t breathe.  By the time I was able to breathe again he was moving it slowly in and out of me while he reached around and rubbed my surprisingly hard cock.  After that it wasn’t so bad, that was except for all his gooey mess leaking out of me when he was done.  He got a towel to clean up with, and then when he saw how hard I was he offered to return the favor.  While he repeated praise that I was “so tight” he put some of the jelly at his hole and then it was my turn to get behind him.  I mimicked his in-and-out motion.  At first it didn’t seem that special so it took a while for me to start having that amazing feeling again.  After I came, I whispered to my uncle that I liked his mouth better, and fell asleep pondering the idea of tightness.

In the morning we showered together, touching each other and laughing about how easily we both grew hard.  I knew he wanted sex but he made a comment about “saving it for Jason.”  He’d rinsed out my bathing suit from yesterday.  I put it on and we both went outside.  He offered me coffee and said, “I’ll make some breakfast in a bit, okay?”  Like yesterday’s beer I felt privileged and grown up drinking coffee with my uncle even though I had to put a lot of sugar in it to make it taste good.

We sat outside and watched the sun rise over the water.  He asked me how I felt about what we did yesterday and last night.  I told him how great it felt, and as confirmation pointed out that I was hard then from thinking about it.

“Would you like me to…?” he asked.

Of course I said yes.

He stood and got on his knees before my chair.  He grinned up at me as he pulled down my shorts exposing my hard cock.  He said barely above a whisper, “Mmmm I bet you’re thinking about your cousin Jason and what I told you about him,” before taking me into his mouth.  How he knew exactly what I was thinking about was a mystery to me, but I HAD been imagining what Jason’s cock looked like and if it was as big as Uncle Brad said it was.  After he sucked my cock for a while he stopped and whispered, “Maybe you two could have some fun when he comes over later.”  Immediately he slid my aching cock back into his mouth and went back to work.  I felt the stirrings, knowing I was getting close, when he stopped again and said, “You should see how much cum that kid can squirt.  He’s like a cannon.”  He went back to sucking and I played an imaginary movie in my head in which Jason was spraying hot semen all over me.

“I’m…I’m…oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” I hollered as it seemed like my head exploded at the same time.

I must have cum so much Uncle Brad couldn’t take all of it.  A lot of it squirted out around my cock and past his lips.  He wiped his mouth with his sleeve before asking me how it felt and saying that it was time for breakfast.  I usually have cereal but along with the coffee I felt grown-up having bacon and eggs with my uncle.

“Jason will be showing up soon,” Uncle Brad absently said, like he was teasing me, building my level of arousal, not realizing that I needed no additional stimulus.

Not only did Jason visit, but he had my cousin Amelia with him along with one of her friends named Summer.  The three quickly changed into swimsuits and the four of us went swimming while Uncle Brad sat on the porch and watched.  Summer was Amelia’s age but filled her bikini’s top with nice bumps where my cousin was practically flat.  While we waded, I snuck glances at another ‘bump’—that one in Jason’s trunks.  The closeness of the girls was doing it for him, making him grow, and that in turn made me grow.  I tried to stand so it wouldn’t show.  I didn’t know if the girls saw it but Jason did.  He smiled at me.

I didn’t notice it at first.  Amelia and Summer stayed very close to handsome Jason, brushing against him and touching him every chance they got.  No wonder they didn’t notice my stiffy.  Every once in a while Jason would touch one of them back.  When he did I saw their reaction, and that’s when I began to wonder if Jason was having sex with them.  The thought made me jealous and I couldn’t figure out why.  I had a lot to learn.

Jason’s cool quotient went up several notches when he tried to get Summer interested in me.  “Jimmy’s the man,” he said.  “You should see how fast he can swim…a natural, like a shark.”  He said other nice things about me like I was his bro or something.

Summer began looking me over and finally reacted to what the front of my bathing suit tried to hide but couldn’t.  “Like a shark, heh?  Do you bite?”

“I bite whenever a tasty fish swims by.”

She honest-to-goodness licked her lips and said, “Do you think I’m tasty?”

“I don’t know.  Are you?”  I couldn’t believe these words were escaping my lips.  Where did this bravado come from?

She coyly said, “The right boy could easily find out.”  If I hadn’t been fully erect before, I was now.

“Hi Jason!” a female voice sang out down the small beach.  A big chested, bikini clad blond was approaching, and she seemed to know Jason.  When she joined us, she asked Jason if he could go over to her cottage and help her fix something.

“I’ll be right over, Mrs. Moore,” he said.

“Please call me Cindy, Jason.  I’ll be waiting,” she replied before turning around and walking back, her bottom swaying like no other womanly bottom I’d ever seen.

“Are you…again?” Amelia said to Jason in a low, whispering voice.

“Why not?” he answered.  He turned to Summer and me.  “What she wants fixed is her.”

I said, “You mean sex?”

“That’s right.”  Like a conspirator he called us closer to him and he said, “Here’s the deal.  Amelia knows this but if you all want to watch you can sneak over behind that sand dune over there.  I’ll make sure we do it in the sunroom so you guys can see us from there.”  He was pointing toward a drift of beach sand adjacent to where the woman must live.

I said to Amelia, “You’ve watched it before?”

“Oh yes, it’s hot!  And you should see his—”

Jason shushed her from finishing what I knew she would say anyway.  Yes, I wanted to see his cock too, never mind the sex though that was intriguing too.

Summer said while looking at me, “Are we gonna watch?  I want to see it…I never saw sex before.”

Whether she knew it or not, she had me mesmerized. Where Amelia was light skinned as well as light haired, Summer was dark.  She had a full mane of shoulder-length black hair that probably always looked tussled no matter what she did.  Somehow that added to the allure though I couldn’t explain why.  Regardless of her comment about never seeing sex before, I had the idea she wasn’t as naïve on the subject as I was, especially after our exchange earlier on how she tasted and her “the right boy” comment.

Jason went first, telling us to wait about fifteen minutes and then to sneak over to the dune.  In the meantime Amelia tried to recount the first time she watched Jason with Cindy Moore.  No matter how she tried the focus always came back to Jason’s cock.  To Amelia it must seem the size of an elephant’s trunk to hear her talk.

Summer was looking at my crotch when she said, “Do you have a big one?”

I was still stiff so the bulge was there to see.  However I nervously responded, “Not as big as Jason, I guess.”  Both girls giggled, and my face felt hot like I blushed.

When we thought we’d waited long enough, we waved to Uncle Brad and began walking along the beach.  I wondered if my uncle knew what was going on and how he felt about it.  I didn’t think of my uncle for very long as I watched two bikini-clad bottoms walking ahead of me.  We crept up the face of the sand dune until we could peek over the top.  We were looking into an all-glass enclosed sunroom addition.  Cindy Moore was topless and she was kissing Jason.  We could see everything.  Cindy’s breasts were large melons and she had really big nipples.  While we watched she dropped to her knees and pulled Jason’s swim shorts down.  His cock sort of sprung forward as soon as it was free.  Uncle Brad hadn’t exaggerated.  It was at least three times longer than mine.  Summer gasped when she saw it.

The woman put it in her mouth and began to suck on it just like my uncle sucked on me, although she couldn’t put it all the way into her mouth. Jason looked like he was enjoying it, and now I knew how he felt.

After a little while Jason had her stand up.  He slid her bikini bottoms down her legs and she kicked them aside.  My eyes were riveted to the spot between her legs.  She had a narrow band of kinky hair above her slit, though it wasn’t a bush or anything like it.  On the other hand Jason was hairless down there. He should have had hair; did he shave it all?  His cock was even more massive looking now that it was stiffer and sticking up.  Cindy bent over a small sofa that was in the room and Jason got behind her and put his cock at her opening.  Although we couldn’t hear what was going on she obviously reacted to Jason going into her.  Cindy’s mouth was wide open and she must have been making noises as he began to go in and out of her in long thrusts.

Summer’s eyes were agog.  “That’s sex,” she said, and I wasn’t sure if it was meant as a statement or a question.

Surprisingly for someone who didn’t know shit about sex, my focus turned away from what was happening in the sunroom across the beach to what was happening right next to me.  Both Summer and Amelia had their hands inside their bathing suit bottoms! They were touching themselves!  I wanted to do the same thing, rub my cock because of watching Jason and Cindy but I didn’t.  I was too chicken, so I ‘suffered’ in silence.

Cindy must have yelled louder since we heard her, about the time Jason went rigid and stopped moving.  I knew what was happening—now.

When we saw Jason pull his cock out of her it looked wet.  And she looked happy.  Summer grabbed my arm and then sort of hugged my side before saying, “Jason is such a hunk but his penis is way too big for me.  What does yours look like?”

I almost died, managing to keep my head enough to say, “Not here, but I’ll show you when we go back to my uncle’s cottage, okay?”  Both Amelia and Summer said they’d like that.  I was too chicken to ask if I could see them in return yet I hoped it was part of the deal we were making.

We snuck back down the dune and waited for Jason.  When he rejoined us the girls were full of questions and he did his best to answer though it was clear he was uncomfortable doing so.  I couldn’t understand why.  He was so willing to have us watch him.  Then it occurred to me it wasn’t the subject of the questions but the questioners themselves.  He didn’t want to encourage the girls because Summer was right when she said it probably wouldn’t fit.  That’s when I started to fantasize—mine would fit, I bet.

Jason was no dummy.  He saw my distress and knew how to fix it.  “You guys are all sandy from the beach,” he said before bringing his voice down to conspiratorial levels.  “Why don’t we take a shower, like all of us?  Uncle Brad won’t bother us.”

Amelia said, “You mean like we’ll all get naked…together?”

Jason chuckled.  “You’ve all seen what I have.  Let’s pretend we’re like shipwrecked on an island somewhere without any clothes.”

“Like they do in Africa some places?  I saw that once on television,” Summer said, sounding like she was warming to the idea.  That warmed me up as well.

The girls were obviously excited as we walked to the cottage, however no more excited than I was, straining the front of my shorts and now leaking some stuff to boot.  Jason told Uncle Brad that we were going inside and based on the way he smiled it looked like he read between the lines.  Jason proclaimed, “Us guys will go first.  After Jimmy and I are naked then it’s your turn, okay?”  Of course mine wasn’t even halfway as impressive as his, but since his was flaccid and mine was swollen and standing proud and tall the girls were equally looking at me.

The girls weren’t hurrying to remove their bikinis so Jason smiled and said, “Can we help you with those?”

Without another word I followed Jason’s lead and untied my cousin Amelia’s top as he untied Summer’s.  Amelia’s bottoms were also tied at the side so after letting her top fall to the floor I loosened her bottoms and let them fall too.  Amelia had little nipples that weren’t much but her crotch was where my eyes went.  She was perfectly hairless and her slit looked like dew was trickling from it at the edges.  I wanted to taste it somehow, and that’s when I turned to look at Summer, remembering what she said about being tasty.  Summer!  They weren’t big and round like Cindy Moore’s but the small cones with puffy nipples on top were breathtaking nonetheless.  Unlike Amelia, dark haired Summer had a sparse bristly tuft of hair beginning to grow down there.  Jason was ‘growing’ too.

Summer began touching and exploring Jason’s cock so it was up to me to get the shower water going.  Amelia was beside me as I checked the water temperature.  “Are we going to have sex?” she asked.

“Is that what you want?”

“I don’t know,” she said.  “I’m scared.”

As much as I ached from the solid stiffness, I wasn’t going to be stupid and let my cock think for me.  “No need to be scared, Amelia.  I won’t do anything unless you are perfectly comfortable doing it too.  I’ll be honest.  I’m a little scared too.”

“Have you had sex before?”

“Yes,” I answered but I certainly wouldn’t admit that my first time was yesterday, and it was with my uncle.

I exaggerated when I told her I was scared.  That was for her sake.  Jealous was more like it.  I was jealous in two ways.  I wanted to be the one Summer was touching, and most of all I wanted to BE Summer and be the one touching and stroking (and more) Jason’s beautiful cock.

Jason said, “Are we going in there or what?  Do you think we’ll fit, Jimmy?”

I managed to say, “We’ll make sure we fit,” although my voice was a little hoarse.

The girls ended up being the meat in the flesh sandwich.  As we entered the shower stall I made sure that Summer was the one next to me.  As the hot water cascaded over our bodies, Summer’s eyes burned into mine as she grasped my rigid cock.  I heard Amelia groan although I couldn’t see why. 

Summer didn’t quite stroke me.  Instead she rubbed my cock back and forth against her lower tummy until I was rubbed against her thin tuft of pubic hair.  Now I was the moaner, cumming all over both of us, unimpeded by the shower spray.  I felt good when she failed to be scared and instead uttered “Wow” as the fourth and fifth spurt of cum left me.  Oblivious to everything except Summer, I placed a hand at the nape of her neck and moved her head to mine so our lips could meet.  I was clueless (like with everything else it seemed) but this was my first time kissing a girl and I was going to make the most of it, particularly since being naked made it even better.  She was hesitant but then loosened up when she felt my cock getting hard again.  It was an open mouthed kiss but I had no idea what a tongue could do until she slipped hers between my wet lips.

I jumped a little when Amelia hollered in the confining space, “It’s too big!  Take it out!”

Jason said, “I hardly put it in.”

“Let me out,” she said.

He muttered, “But you’re the one who wanted it, so don’t complain.”

As Amelia and Jason left the shower stall Summer whispered loud enough for me to hear above the sound of the spraying shower head, “I’ll let you.”

I didn’t say anything, probably because I was too nervous.  I shut the water off and herded Summer out of the shower stall and toward the towel rack.  Now that we weren’t so close together I became hypnotized by her puffy nipples that no seemed to be darker and stiffer than before.  Maybe they were like me; I was pretty stiff again too.  As we dried off Jason stood in the bathroom doorway with a towel draped around his waist and beckoning us to follow him.

“Use Uncle Brad’s bed.  He’ll be okay with it,” Jason said with the eagerness of a cheerleader.

Amelia was still naked, standing by the big bed when we entered the bedroom.  She asked Jason, “Are they going to do it.”  When Jason nodded, she said, “I wanna watch” with great enthusiasm.

I was confused when Jason took Summer by the hand and guided her to the bed where they laid down together.  He whispered something in her ear and then she looked up at me and opened her legs.  Jason said to me, “First Jimmy, you’re going to get a taste like she said earlier.  This is how you do it.”  He crawled between her legs and slowly put his tongue into her slit, eventually licking her like someone would lick an ice cream cone.  Summers eyes were so wide I imagined them popping out of her head.  It dawned on me that what Jason was doing to her was akin to my uncle sucking on my cock.  That idea was reinforced when Summer’s moans grew louder and louder.  I had a major problem though.  Since Jason’s towel had slid off, I couldn’t concentrate on Summer with his amazing cock stiffening right in front of me.

He turned to face me and said, “It’s your turn, sport.”  His mouth and chin were wet, from her maybe.  Did a girl squirt out stuff like a boy did?

And he was looking at my cock!

I climbed onto the bed and took his spot between her legs.  I wasn’t sure what it would taste like but when my tongue went in I was surprised by the sweetness.  Jason leaned down and whispered to me, pointing out a little nub at the top of her slit.  That must be the best spot to lick.  I went at it with my own gusto.  She didn’t simply moan this time.  She screamed, and it scared me for a second before Jason congratulated me for making it happen.  Whatever ‘it’ was.

I didn’t have to know about sex to figure out what was next.  I moved up and put my cock at her opening.  I slid in easily until I felt like something was there to stop me.  Whatever the thing was that halted my entry (she reacted with a little start and a noise like a hiccup) it wasn’t really anything and I went in farther until I was all the way in.  Like muscle memory I remembered going in and out of my uncle and I did the same with Summer.  Her eyes were closed for a while but when they fluttered open all I saw was a look of pleasure.  That excited me.

I didn’t realize Jason was kneeling next to us on the bed until I felt his hand caress my ass cheeks at the same time his cock rose and nudged my arm.  The hand on my ass moved downward to caress my balls as he said, “Don’t cum in her or she’ll get pregnant. Pull out before you cum.”

I groaned as I chanced a glimpse of Jason’s cock oh so close.  When I looked back at Summer I found her staring at Jason’s cock too.  That’s when her moaning became very loud and her body shook under me.  Between the sensation of something squeezing my cock and Jason holding my balls at the same time I knew what was about to happen.  Jason did too.  “Pull out, sport,” he said, and I did, resting my aching cock on her little tuft of pubic hair.  The first spurt flew in a stream all the way to Summer’s neck and surprised the hell out of her.  The second one traveled almost as far, splashing over the area between her tits.  The third and fourth landed near her belly button and everything afterwards was a dribble.  I was in some kind of ecstatic trance for a few seconds before I realized both Summer and I were holding onto Jason’s stiffened cock.

He fell to one side of her as I fell to the other side.  Jason whispered to her, “Did it feel as good as it looked like it did?”  Summer smiled dreamily and nodded.  He was locked onto Summer’s eyes as he rubbed my cum over her chest.  Though he was looking at her, he said to me, “Good job there Jimmy.  Good job…”

Of course we were paying attention to Summer basically forgetting Amelia was even there, at least until she whined, “Can one of you guys do that tongue thing to me?”

“How about it sport?  You want to taste another one?” Jason said.

I looked at Amelia standing by the bed and I could easily tell she preferred Jason’s tongue to mine, so I said that to him.  “She want’s you Jason, and I’m okay with that.”

Jason picked up Amelia and set her on the bed after I took Summer by the hand and pulled her off.  “Let’s go back in the shower,” I said, and now that she realized how sticky she was, she agreed.

With the shower water cascading over us, she said in a hushed voice, “Did you like it?  I did.”

“I liked it a lot, Summer.”

“Will you be my boyfriend?”

“Of course I will,” I said before we clumsily kissed.

We heard Amelia moaning much like Summer had.  She obviously had a crush on her older cousin and it showed.  The four of us did some more fondling before Jason said he’d take the girls home.  He admonished them not to tell anyone about the sex and they both agreed.  As we were putting bathing suits back on Summer gave me her phone number.  Jason honest-to-goodness winked at me.

Before they left, Jason told me and Uncle Brad that he would be coming back as soon as he dropped off the girls.  My uncle was quick to tell me that he overheard a lot of what happened and was happy I had a chance to have sex with a girl.  I wasn’t sure if he meant it or not, but I accepted his congratulations at face value.

When Jason returned he had a knapsack slung over his shoulder and he asked Uncle Brad if he could spend the night.  Of course my uncle’s eyes lit up and he said yes.  Jason and I talked about the girls.

“That Summer sure is a hot number isn’t she Jimmy?” I simply nodded, unsure of what to say.  He continued, “You popped her cherry and I don’t think she even realized it, she was that horny.”

He lost me with the ‘cherry’ thing and I told him so.  He patiently explained about virginity and a girl’s hymen, and then asked me if I’d felt it.  When I described the small tug I’d felt when I first went in he confirmed that it was her hymen breaking, and that he was amazed there wasn’t any blood.  “I saw a little pink,” he said, “but it wasn’t enough for her to notice, otherwise it would’ve freaked her out.  She had a great orgasm, I think…and so did you, cousin.”  Within earshot of our uncle, he commented on how much cum I’d launched and added, “You’ve got a good sized cock, sport.”

“Not like yours,” I sheepishly said.

“You still have some growing to do,” he said, and I liked that he wasn’t talking down to me.

As it got later, we cooked burgers on the gas grill and my uncle made sure Jason and I both had a cold beer in our hands.  We sort of hung out as the sun went down.  After a second beer I was light headed and lost a bit of my reservations about showing affection for my cousin.  I sat next to him and leaned against his hard body, even placing a hand on his flat stomach and willing myself not to move it down into his shorts.

Finally he said to me, “Now that it’s dark how about we do some skinny dipping?”

“You mean like no bathing suits?”

“That’s what I mean.  Let’s go!”

I followed him down the beach, shedding my swim trunks as he did.  There wasn’t much of a moon so the darkness comforted me, figuring we wouldn’t be caught.  However there was enough moonlight for me to be able to watch his cock swing and sway as he ran.  Mine got hard in a hurry.

In the water, he came to me and touched my stiffness.  “I imagine you and Uncle Brad has some fun yesterday.  Did you like it?”

“Y…yes,” I stuttered.

“Would you like to sleep with me tonight?”

I stupidly nodded, not sure he could even see my head bob in the darkness.  We were in the water up to my thighs when he splashed down onto his knees and took me into his mouth.  Seemingly he knew how to do it better than Uncle Brad though the difference could’ve all been in my imagination.  It wasn’t long before I was cumming in his mouth.

The splashing announced his arrival before we saw him.  “You two can’t have all the fun.” Uncle Brad said in a low voice so not to be heard down the beach.  He was naked like us.  “I see someone’s already had some fun.”  He waded to Jason and they kissed, while he also held Jason’s cock and began to stroke it.

Jason whispered “Do you want it?”

Uncle Brad said “Yes,” turned around and bent over.  Jason was pretty hard so he stuck it in Uncle Brad’s anus and began to pump his hips back and forth.  His motion reminded me of how he had sex with Mrs. Moore earlier, though with her it must have been in her vagina.  I was jealous of my uncle, and that surprised me.  As I watched and heard the splashing, I was extremely hard again and wondering if Jason’s size going into me would hurt.

Our uncle was furiously rubbing his cock as Jason pounded into him.  Soon Jason moaned, and along with the jerking of his hips meant that he was cumming.  Uncle Brad groaned too and so he must have cum, but I didn’t see it in the poor, near moonless light.

We waded a few minutes before we went back to the cottage.  No matter how much he’d rinsed off, Uncle Brad still had milky cum dribbling down his leg from his anus.  Jason must have cum a good amount. Uncle Brad was a bit disappointed that I’d be sleeping with Jason though he should have realized it could only be that way after talking up my cousin as he did, and of course the activities of the day.

Lying next to him I thanked him for the way he treated me today, especially ‘encouraging’ sex with Summer.  While we talked I had my hand wrapped around a portion of his splendid cock, still amazed by its size.  He said, “I admit I saw how you looked at me…at it…and I also saw how Uncle Brad looked at you.  I remembered that look, when I was your age.  You know by now that I like boys better than girls.  Like back when I was your age I still wasn’t sure.  I mean, I’d look at pictures of naked women and get hard but the same thing would happen if I saw a man, like in a gym locker room or shower.  It was difficult to hide, especially if I noticed a good looking guy checking me out.”  He pantomimed his cock rising.  “Don’t think one way or the other.  You’ll know when you’re older which way you want to go, and by then you’ll understand all the ramifications.”

He touched my cock like I was touching his.  The difference was that mine was achingly stiff.  “I want to have sex with you,” I blurted out, barely recognizing the voice as my own.

He was smiling so gorgeously.  “Do you want to put it in me or the other way around?”

“All kinds of ways,” I said, barely able to breathe.  He rolled over, turning his back to me.  He spit in his palm and rubbed some on my cock before pushing it into his anus.  I held onto him and his solid, muscled, beautiful body and began to jackhammer into him.  It seemed like only seconds before I was cumming.  He didn’t worry about cleaning up.  Instead he rolled onto his back so I could see that he’d grown hard in the meantime.

“Do you think you could suck me like I sucked you?”

I positioned myself between his legs and put his cock’s head into my mouth.  I tried to take more in but my mouth couldn’t open enough and I almost choked.

“That’s okay.  Just lick the underside and rub me.  Yes, that feels good!” he said.

I’d probably never get over the immensity of his cock.  I had two hands on the shaft and the head between my lips and I still didn’t cover it all.

He said barely above a whisper so I knew I was making him feel good, “Do you still want it all ways?”  I knew what he meant, though the idea scared me as much as thrilled me.  I told him yes, and he set about positioning me.  He piled up some pillows and had me lay face down so my ass was in the air, bolstered by the pillow mountain.  He got off the bed and I watched him retrieve a tube of something.  “It’s a special lube,” he said as he squeezed out a dollop and rubbed it on the shaft of his erect cock before squeezing out a second blob and, getting back on the bed beside my legs he massaged the lube into my anus with a fingertip.  My cock ached as I squirmed into the top pillow for relief.  One finger became two and then three as he worked at loosening me up, I guessed for what was certainly bigger around than three fingers.  An interesting tingle spread down there, like when your foot falls asleep, which made me assume it was an effect of what was more than a lubricant.

Jason straddled my legs and began rubbing my back and ass cheeks.  He leaned down and reached around between me and the pillows to grasp my cock with one hand at the same time I felt his cock at my anus.  He moved so he was between my legs instead of straddling them.  Then he pushed.

“Ooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwww,” I cried out as he went into me.  I already knew what it would feel like but even then I wasn’t prepared for Jason’s size.

He leaned down and kept up a steady stream of whispered assurances, “I’ll go easy…relax…it’ll feel good once I’m in…let the lube work…I’m going in more…a little at a time…relax…”

 I didn’t know what he was doing but it felt like he put more of the special lubricant down there.  In a few seconds I felt that tingly numbness.  He inched deeper.  I took it.  Soon I felt him deep in my rectum, which meant that the stretching of my anal sphincter had begun to relax and I could feel again, though the tingling remained.  Jason began to go in and out until he was really pumping, burying all of his length on each thrust.  He was hitting things inside me that felt kind of pleasurable in a funny way.   Unlike with Uncle Brad, what Jason was hitting and rubbing against with his cock had a noticeable effect on my own.

Jason spoke in a steady moaning voice, “Oh Jimmy…you’re so tight…I wasn’t sure…you could take…all of me…” as he more rapidly made the lengthy thrusts.  He lay on my back, and once more reached around and grasped my cock.  There it was, he forcefully rubbed that special spot inside me again (I’d learn later that it was my prostate he was hitting) at the same time he squeezed my cock.

“Ohhhhhhhh…Jasonnnnnnnnn,” I groaned as I spasmed several powerful ejaculations into the pillow beneath me.

“I’m cumming tooooooooooo!” Jason cried out.  It felt like a loose garden hose whipping around inside my bowels as he shot his cum deep.

He stayed on top of me for a while, letting his cock slowly go soft.  I didn’t mind it at all.  Eventually he rolled to the side on the big bed and pulled me off the pillows and over with him.  His cock came out of me with an audible “plop” so it must be very gooey wet down there from his cum.

He whispered, “That felt so good!  I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered back at him.  “I like can’t feel anything back there now anyway.”

He chuckled while running his hand over the pillow I’d been laying on.  “I guess you didn’t have the same problem in the front of you.  There sure is a lot of cum here.”  He hugged me for the longest time and I felt really special having his strong arms around me.  After a while he told me how glad he was that our uncle had introduced me to sex.  “I caught you looking at me a few times and wondered if you would like sex with boys better,” he said, “but the way you fucked Summer told me we’re a lot alike.  I like sex no matter if it’s with a man or a woman, and I bet you’ll be the same.”

I said, “I bet like me they all want to have sex with you because of your…big one.”

“I’m pretty lucky I guess.  You saw Cindy Moore.  I fucked a friend of hers who’s a teacher at my school, and then she told her friends and now besides Cindy I get to do them all.”

“Do you think Summer will do it with me again?”

“No doubt, sport.  I bet even cousin Amelia will be eager to have her legs spread next time.”

I slept really well having Jason’s warm body next to mine all night.  In the morning I awoke alone.  I got out of bed and went in search of Jason and Uncle Brad.  I heard the noises before I got to the doorway.  Uncle Brad was on his hands and knees on his bed while Jason went in and out of him from behind.  I probably would always be amazed by the sight of Jason’s long cock, especially as he put it in someone—like me.  I grew hard immediately and rubbed myself as I watched.  When Jason said he was “cumming,” I was too.

We didn’t really have any plans for the morning since Jason would be taking me home later.  The three of us laid beach towels on the sand and sunbathed.  Right after Uncle Brad said he had to go to the cottage and pee, Mrs. Moore and another lady approached us, both wearing tiny bikinis that didn’t hide much.  One look at their big tits and I was stiff.

Mrs. Moore said, “Hi Jason.  I was telling Erica how nice you’ve been to me and she wanted to meet you.”

Jason said “Hi” and Erica said hello in return.

Cindy Moore then said, “How about coming over to my place so we can…talk?”

At the same time Erica whispered to her, “He’s cute but I don’t believe what you told me.”  Jason and I overheard her.  Jason’s wordless response was to slide his shorts down enough so she could see what he had in them.  Her gasp told us she saw it.

Jason then said, “Sure I’ll come over, but my cousin Jimmy is coming too, okay?”

“He’s kind of young, isn’t he?” Cindy said.

“He’s big for his age,” Jason said with a wink.  “He’s very energetic and he’s like a jackhammer when he gets going.”

Cindy cooed, “Ooooo, I like energetic jackhammers!  Let’s go.”

So that’s how I got to fuck an older woman for the first time.  Jason fucked Erica on the bed right next to Cindy and me.  Remembering the ‘jackhammer’ talk, on top of her I went as fast as I could and it seemed to please Cindy tremendously.  I creamed quickly but since my cock stayed hard, probably from being so close to her amazing tits, I was able to keep going until she yelled she was cumming.  By that time Erica had screamed like three or four times.  Jason’s cock could do that.

Cindy snuggled against me and said, “You are an energetic little rabbit, aren’t you?”  All I could think to say was that she had great tits.  She didn’t seem to mind.

As Jason and I walked back to the cottage, he asked me how I felt about getting to have sex with men, a girl, and an older woman all in a couple of days.  After I told him how fantastic it was he said, “A hell of a way to lose your virginity, right?” as he kinda slapped me on the back.  I felt older and proud to be with him.  When we stepped up on the cottage’s porch deck, Uncle Brad asked us if we had fun.  Jason said yes but didn’t tell him much.  Uncle Brad told us that our cousin Amelia called and wanted to come by tomorrow to swim.  Jason said he could drive me back here tomorrow if I wanted to.  So that was the deal.

As Jason drove me home he asked me if I wanted to go camping sometime before the summer was gone.  I thought of us in a tent and having sex, and I wholeheartedly agreed it was a wonderful idea.  “You and me will have a lot of fun,” he said.  We sure would!

I had lots of sex dreams during the night and I think my cock was stiff all night long.  I masturbated in the morning, Jason’s cock mostly the image in my head when I did. 

True to his word, he drove me back to my Uncle’s cottage where Amelia was waiting for me.  No sooner did I get out of the car and wave to Jason, she said, “Summer can’t talk about anything but you, Jimmy.  It’s driving me crazy.”  She already had the teeny bikini on.  She grabbed my hand and pulled me along.  “Now it’s my turn,” she declared as she led me into the house and toward one of the cottage’s bedrooms, taking her top off as we walked.

Without Jason here, I hope I remember to pull out of her before I squirted.

 

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