My Buddy's Cousin

I woke up in the guest bedroom. I was very naked and Victor was on top of me very naked also. It was actually a nice feeling. I rubbed his back for a while as he woke up. We shifted against each other feeling our cool, dry skin rubbing together. Then the lightning bolt hit: What about Kurt?

We had left him passed out upstairs with a towel and a garbage can, he was so drunk. He was also balls naked since we had showered the vomit off him. In the short time since he left the house, his cousin and classmate Victor and I had become fuck-buddies. How to handle?

"What about Kurt," Victor asked into my ear as he lay on top of me. My first instinct was fuck him, I don't care about his opinion. After all, I had been hooking up with Kurt's older brother for three years, which is how we ended up in this situation. But I thought about it a little bit more.

"You got turned on because Bobby and I were hooking up, and then Bobby and I were walking naked and proud from the shower, right? So we give Kurt the same treatment - we walk around naked and see what he does." Victor was unsure, but the rumblings from upstairs made clear to us we had to make a quick decision. "Naked it is." How cool is it to have a fuck-buddy totally unashamed about walking around naked? Liberating!

Victor walked into the kitchen and poured us two glasses of orange juice. I went halfway up the stairs and called to Kurt, "You doin' OK pal?" All I got was a deep, extended grunt. I went back down to the kitchen, drank my juice and poured a glass of water for Kurt. I looked at Victor and said, "Here we go."

Kurt was naked, spread-eagle on the floor next to his bed. He hadn't thrown-up, but his head was on the towel we had left for him. His dick was rock-hard, but that had more to do with his needing to piss than anything else. But it was still an impressive dick. Long, thick, banana curved, cut like all of us. Nice piece of work. I called Victor up to evaluate the situation. We decided to shower and wait.

Again, when your buddy is willing to try crazy things in the dunes, you might get turned on in the shower, but you're willing to wait. And Victor was right - as we washed each other, we heard the beast coming to life upstairs, such that as we stepped out of the shower, here was a naked, hungover, hard Kurt standing before us in all of his glory.

No reason for clothes at this point. Victor put his towel down on one of the kitchen chairs and let Kurt sit. I poured him some water and made some salty broth to cure the hangover. Eventually, Kurt was waking up and realized he was nude. Then he realized Victor and I were nude. Then he asked what was going on.

Lie to a guy whose house we're staying in - but we're not going to stop. Tell him about me and his brother. Admit we're having some fun. Which will it be.

I held back. Victor didn't. After all, he was Kurt's cousin and it should be his story. Victor said everything as I shuddered. Bobby and I hooked up next to the pool. Victor watched and then propositioned me. I gave in and had a wild day with Victor. No regrets.

Kurt's eyes were like saucers, his mouth open, as he sat naked drinking his water. "What the fuck? Why!" Victor explained that it happens a lot. Nothing to be ashamed of, and that he and I tried one of the maneuvers that the soccer players at their prep school did together all the time. But Kurt was a hockey player.

But then he understood. You mean "The Princeton!" You guys tried out the Princeton! Oh, OK, cool.

And that was that. Until we had something quite different on our hands.

Kurt went and showered. He felt better after the water and the broth. Victor and I were trying to figure out his reaction when Kurt came downstairs, still naked, now completely and impressively hard, and asked which one of us would show him the Princeton. I said it probably wasn't a good idea for me to get into it with two brothers. Victor straight-up called it incest if he showed Kurt how to do it. And then inspiration hit Kurt. "There's this lifeguard down at the beach. He's always being way too cool with me. But he's, like three years out of college. Should I ask him?"

Go for it, we thought. If anyone could take a punch it would be Kurt if he asked the wrong question. As Kurt rode his bike down to the beach, Victor and I sat beside the pool and laughed about the previous day. It was about noon at this point. We didn't know lifeguards got off duty at 3:00.