I've always wanted to go to a family reunion with someone else's family. Not just because of my Aunt Irma's crappy potato salad, either. I've always wanted to see if other families split up into adults/children, men/women, drinkers/nondrinkers, people who took Uncle Joe's side in an argument no one remembered, or people who took Grandpa Bill's. I always wanted to meet my own counterpart. This year it would be an 18-year-old who would rather slit his own throat than be there. Or anywhere near it.
Luckily, I found a quiet place to escape and hide. Under a huge oak that overhung a wide spot in the stream. The air was fresh, the water clean and I had a book to read. I settled in and tuned everything out, until the voice said 'you always did have your nose in a book.' I looked up at something that vaguely resembled my second cousin Tommy, only about a thousand times better. This person had longish dark hair, big brown eyes, faint bluish tinge to the strong jaw, broad shoulders, small waist and long, muscular legs. And a very, very respectable bulge in the front of his shorts. Last time I'd seen Tommy, he'd looked like an ad for an underdeveloped nation or something. All ribs and elbows. I closed the book. 'Tommy?' I said. He nodded and dropped to the ground next to me. 'Puberty,' he said, staring out over the stream. 'I see it got you, too.' I looked down at myself, stunned to discover the activity in the front of my shorts. I put the book in my lap. Tommy smiled faintly, then stood and stripped. Clothed he was gorgeous. Naked he was a god.
'C'mon, Barry,' he said without looking at me. 'Let's play.' He threw himself into the stream.
I stood up, the pulse pounding in my temple and slowly took off my clothes. Skinny dipping with my cousin, I said to myself. That's all. It's not like we hadn't done it before. We had. Lots of times. We'd slept in the same bed, and encountered each other's wet dreams. We'd showered together after that nasty skunk incident, scrubbing the hell out of each other. The throbbing hardon between my legs was kind of new, though. I threw myself into the stream as quickly as I could, hoping to hide the damn thing under water. Tommy had no such hesitations. He floated on his back, his erect cock up like a thick, rosy periscope. I tried very hard not to stare at it and lick my lips. I failed in this attempt. Several times in a row. Tommy gave the same faint smile, swam over to me and hung from my shoulders against my back. I could feel his hard cock sliding along my ass cheeks until the thick head touched my balls. I couldn't move. I could hear my breathing become hoarse and ragged. The ache between my legs was unbearable.
Tommy moved his mouth against my ear. 'Barry,' he whispered. 'Do you remember when we were kids and they let us sleep out in the tent, and we jacked off together?' I nodded dumbly. Oh, shit how I remembered. Tommy flicked his tongue in my ear. 'Remember how we wanted to know if our cum tasted the same, so we licked each other's cocks?' I nodded, silently, my eyes closed, my ass moving back against his cock. Tommy thrust his hips forward and let one hand slide down my chest. His palm moved over my stomach then made little circles in my pubic hair. 'I'll bet you're still tasty, Barry. I'll bet you still taste so good.' I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. He turned me in his arms and slid his tongue into my mouth. I sucked it, letting my hands move down his back to cup his ass. His silky, tight ass. I felt myself moving through the water toward the bank, and just let it happen. Tommy dragged me mostly out of the water, then licked his way down my body to fasten his mouth around my cock. He sucked me greedily, one hand pumping my shaft, the other cupping my balls. In minutes I was in ecstasy, pumping my cum into his mouth. I watched in astonishment as he swallowed every drop and licked me clean. He sat up and grinned at me.
'You've never had your cock sucked before, have you?' he asked. I shook my head at him dumbly. He moved closer to me. 'Did you like it?' I nodded, still silent. He leaned back on his elbows and grinned at me, then at his hard cock. I followed his gaze. His cock was beautiful, so thick and long. It was a dark rose color. His pubic hair was a mass of tight, dark curls. His balls were large, hairy and snug against his body. I don't remember moving, but suddenly my tongue was exploring his cockhead, tasting his precum, then fastening around him to slide up and down. I did what he had done to me, one hand pumping his shaft, one hand cupping his balls. I sucked him as hard as I could, loving every second of it. I felt him swell and throb, then gasp, and suddenly my mouth was full of his cum. I was startled, but recovered and swallowed most of it. I sat up and let my tastebuds play with the hot cream for a second or two. Tommy chuckled, grabbed my chin with his fingers and licked and sucked my mouth.
We threw ourselves back into the stream and just swam and splashed each other for a while. Gradually, we drifted closer and closer, and went to sit in the shallow part. I sat with my legs spread wide, and Tommy moved in close, his legs spread and over mine. We let out tongues dance together for a while, then our hands moved for each other's cocks. We sat and kissed and talked and repeatedly jacked each other off, releasing long white pulses of cum into the stream. The feeling was incredible. Unbelievably, each orgasm seemed stronger and more intense than the last.
'How long have you been doing this?' I whispered. Tommy grinned at me. 'I've been sucking cock for years. The kid that lives next door to me is two grades ahead. His folks helped him get this old junker car when he turned 16, and he did all the work restoring it himself. I thought he was so fucking cool. He let me hang out with him all the time. One day when his folks weren't home, we went into his bedroom and he showed me these magazines. Men doing other men. My cock got so fucking stiff looking at the pictures. I'd never seen anything like it. He was sitting really close to me, asking me if I liked looking at the pictures, then suddenly my pants were down and he was sucking me off. Fucking incredible. Nothing had ever felt so good. I sucked him off, too. After that, we just went at it whenever we could. He hung with a couple of other guys, and we'd all get together in somebody's house and bang the daylights out of each other. I loved it all. Cocksucking, assfucking, both at once.' He stopped the story briefly as cum shot out of his cock. He grinned. 'Damn,' he said. 'That's good. Anyway, I found out what I liked, and did it as much as possible. Then I found out that older men were better to fuck. You know, cooler about it.' I waited until the stream washed my own cum away and I could breathe again before I tried to talk. 'You've done it with older men?' I was impressed. 'Like who?' Tommy grinned. 'The first was my English teacher. He gave me a ride home one day and I asked him in. He was shaking he wanted it so bad. He took his time when he finally got my pants off, and I liked that. Fucked my ass until I came all over about three times. He really dug it that I could cum so much. Then I went after the guy two houses down. I'd seen him staring at me, and I'd teased him a little to see if he was interested, and hell, yes, he was. He liked me to do his ass. He had a nice, plump ass with the tightest damned hole in it. I'd go over whenever he was alone, and he'd lay on his bed, face down, with his legs spread. I'd lube him up and just go at it. The more cum I pumped in his ass, the better he liked it, and the bigger he got his rocks off when he came.'
I knew I was staring at Tommy with hero worship, but I couldn't help it. I'd never even gotten past the 'thinking about it' stage, and my second cousin was fucking everything that would let him stick his cock in. 'Wow,' I said, rather stupidly, but that's all I could think of to say. He grinned at me. 'So,' he said laughing. 'You want to fuck my ass, or do you want me to fuck yours?' After I sat there with my mouth open for a few minutes, he grinned and went and got a coin. 'Call it,' he demanded. I was to fuck his ass.
He gave me a clinical lecture on lubrication and the sphincter muscle that I was almost too aroused to hear, then got on his hands and knees. I reached out and touched his ass and almost passed out. Firm, silky cheeks that parted to reveal a pink, puckered hole. I touched the hole with a well lubricated finger, played with it, then gathered the courage to insert the finger gently. He grunted at me in appreciation. I worked the finger in and out slowly, then faster. The tight ring was incredible. I could imagine what that would feel like on my cock. I got a second finger in, and he began moaning eagerly. I coated my cock, took it steadily in my hand and rubbed it against his hole. After a little fumbling, I penetrated him, gasped and drove my cock in deep. All I could do then was hold on to his hips and pound his tight ass. It was the most incredible feeling. His tight ass ring slid up and down my cock like nothing I'd ever felt. I fucked the hell out of him, driving myself to a frenzy, exploded cum in his ass...and kept fucking. My cock stayed hard and I kept going. There was no power in the universe that could have pulled my cock out of my second cousin's ass at that point. He shoved his ass back at me and grunted 'harder!' at me repeatedly. At first I was afraid I'd shove too hard, but rational thought became impossible and I screwed his tight ass for all I was worth. I could feel the spasms in his body as he came, shooting cum all over the ground, and the spasms tipped me over the edge. It was the biggest damned cum of my life. It seemed to go on and on, until I thought the sensations would kill me. It was incredible. We collapsed into the stream and somehow managed to prevent each other from drowning as the cool water put out some of the fires.
After that, even Aunt Irma's potato salad tasted good. Grandpa asked us if we wanted to sleep in the tent again, for old time's sake. Tommy and I nodded solemnly, then grinned at each other.