The next morning, I watched as my Aunt and Uncle packed up their Jeep with camping supplies, the trunk filled to the brim for their trip to the Poconos.
“Jesus Christ,” Nate bitched from the sidelines, watching his mother stuff in one last bag. “You’re only going for one night. How much stuff do you need?”
“Never hurts to be prepared,” Uncle Jack interjected, finding a last bit of room amongst the duffels and closing the trunk behind him, snapping it locked.
“You’ll be okay, Kevin?” Aunt Eileen asked. She read the look of mild anxiety on my face. “I know these boys can be rambunctious.”
Before I could reply, I caught Nate grinning. “Of course he will, Mom.” He extended an arm to my shoulder, the first gesture of affection he’d shown me in public since I arrived. “Trust us, he’s in very good hands.”
We watched as the Jeep pulled away and my Uncle honked as they drove down the long drive of the property, its taillights disappearing from view, leaving the three of us behind.
“It’s on,” called out Greg, high-fiving Nate as they made their way back into the house before me as I reluctantly followed behind.
I turned just inside, making my way to the bathroom to take a leak, flushing the toilet when I’d finished and staring at myself in the mirror as I turned the faucet to wash my hands.
Things had already taken such a turn with Nate and Greg since I’d arrived, and that was with his parents still in the house, doing it all just under their noses. I was filled with that familiar mix of anxiety and horniness, of anticipation and excitement, my desire hardly knowing one without the other. Things had already gotten so wild — I could only imagine what it would be like now that we were alone.
I wiped my hands with the small towel hanging on the wall, taking one last glimpse at myself before opening the door to leave.
I guess there was only one way to find out.
I walked outside to find Nate and Greg already on the back deck, shirts off, sporting only their athletic shorts and backwards hats, beers already in their hands.
They sure didn’t waste any time.
“You want one little guy?” Greg asked, pointing at a cooler they’d setup by the table.
“Nah, I’m okay,” I replied. I’d never drunk before, and wasn’t sure I wanted to start now, the well-behaved young man in me still trying to stay in control, despite my desire becoming fully unmoored.
“Suit yourself,” Greg replied, walking over to the lounge chairs assembled on the deck. “Gotta work on this tan, man. Summer’s halfway over.”
Then he reached down and, to my surprise, pulled off his shorts, revealing that dick, the one that I spent the night before worshipping, and then the thing that I hadn’t seen in its full glory the other night, or in the light of day for that matter — his perfect, round, hairless ass.
Greg noticed me watching him, ever vigilant in being appreciated.
“You’re kinda obsessed with me, huh, little guy,” he asked, seeing right through any facade of cool I was trying and failing to maintain.
I blushed, the way I always did when he caught me, my desire for him impossible to conceal.
“Nah,” I replied, not quite sure why I even tried to deny it at this point. It was pretty obvious anyway.
“It’s all right,” he said, smiling, sticking out his tongue like a goon. “I like the attention.”
Nate appeared behind him, noticing his friend’s newfound nakedness, and quickly followed suit, stripping off his shorts and dropping them to the ground, dick hanging loose and low, his frame looking particularly lean in the late morning light.
I observed them both, their bodies the definition of perfection, and wondered how I’d ended up here, a quiet week in the mountains somehow amounting to the sexual awakening of my most wild fantasies.
They assembled themselves on the pair loungers, laying back — limbs splayed, cocks out, soaking in the sun.
I stood watching them, unsure of what to do.
“You gonna join us?” Nate asked, raising his hand to cover his forehead, squinting up against the raging sun.
I observed them, so comfortable and relaxed, everything about my being so awkward and uptight. I should have felt more at ease, the two of them having inducted me into their little world the night before, any pretense of hiding my desire a failed effort.
But that was the thing about them — despite what had happened, they seemed determined to maintain the veneer of merely being bros. It was as if they were desperate to maintain their straightness despite the tension that existed between them—between us—the events having taken place gayer than most could imagine.
The contradiction left me confused, uneasy. Despite sucking them off, despite swallowing their nuts, certain intimacies felt out of reach.
We hadn’t so much as kissed.
I stared back at Nate, not certain of what to do.
“You gotta relax a little man,” said Greg, turning his cap around so the brim came to the front, shielding him from the sun. “It’s really just us boys now.”
Mildly convinced, I walked over to the third chair beside Greg, right along the deck rail, pulling my shirt over my head and slowly, hesitantly, sliding off my shorts, revealing my naked body.
“Thaaaaat’s it,” Nate called out approvingly to Greg, laughing in encouragement. “Now he’s getting into the vibe.”
Their teasing set me slightly at ease, less on my guard. And it did feel good to strip down, if initially uncomfortable to be so exposed in the elements. I realized it was the first time I’d been naked outside -- ever — the feel of it both liberating and unfamiliar.
“You’ve got a nice little bod, Kev,” Greg said admiringly. “You should show it off more.”
“Me?” I asked, surprised at the compliment.
I glanced down at myself, my self-consciousness giving way to pride.
I guess they were right. It was pretty nice.
Smooth and pale, my biceps small but pronounced, I had the slightest hint of a six-pack and the beginnings of a chest. I just didn’t look like guys like them, the ones who had fully come into their manhood, bodies developed with all of their chest hair and pit hair and musculature. I was still too young. But you could see the suggestion of what was to come, of the man I was growing up to be. I just needed a little more time.
“Yeah,” Nate echoed, “bet the girls will be all over you soon.”
There it was again, the nods towards their straight lives. I knew that Nate had had girlfriends, and I bet Greg did too, but given the way he’d been fooling around with me, he couldn’t be entirely straight, right? All of it felt murky, uncertain, like I wasn’t sure of the rules, if there were any at all.
But I did know this. It wasn’t the girls that I wanted to be all over me. It was them.
I snapped back to reality.
“I could work out a bit more,” I told them. “You know, get bigger like you two.”
Greg swiveled on the chair, resting his feet on the ground so he was facing me, dick nestled beautifully between his legs under the big bush of his pubes. “But then,” he said, stopping to lift his beer from the ground and swig from the can, “you wouldn’t be little guy anymore.” He topped it all off with a wink.
Nate looked up from his chair.
“That ass,” he said, admiringly, nodding in my direction. “It’s pretty big for a guy your size.”
I blushed again — he was right, it was pretty big. Whereas the rest of me was leaned out and finding its form, there my baby fat still remained, two big pillow-y mounds of flesh that seemed an obstruction in any pants or shorts I wore.
I thought back to yesterday, the way Greg had palmed it in the kitchen when no one else was looking.
“C’mon, Cuz,” Nate goaded, “let’s see it.”
Bashful, I slowly turned around, giving them a full view.
“Damn,” Greg echoed, whistling a bit, lifting a pipe of weed and lighting it before him, taking in a long drag and then exhaling it into the ether. “That is really nice.”
And then, before I could turn back, he rose, crouching below me and palming each cheek, lightly feeling their heft. He hadn’t really touched me before—not unless you count him gripping the back of my head as I sucked him off, or the foot he’d put on my sloppy, pre-cummy dick as I rubbed it against the floor. The sensation was electric, the feel of his hands on me sending a jolt through my legs and straight to my dick.
And then, without warning, he pushed them apart, spreading them so I was fully exposed to both of them, my ass on full display.
“With a nice, tight little hole,” Greg said quietly.
No one had ever looked at that part of me before, least of all admired it, and I was surprised by his daring, by the fact that he’d been interested at all.
I could remember going into my parents’ bedroom a few years back when they weren’t home, finding my way to the full-length mirror in my mother’s closet and bending over, turning at an angle to see what it looked like — small, pink, hairless, the folds around it subtle but still pronounced. I’d liked the way Nate had grazed against it the day before, when he’d seemingly overshot my balls as I was about to bust, but I couldn’t imagine what it would be like for someone to be inside it.
Sure, I knew guys got fucked, but that had always felt like a world apart.
“You like the way it looks?” I asked, my voice rising in doubt.
“Yeah, dude. It’s fucking beautiful,” he replied.
I beamed at the sentiment. Here was Greg, a guy who seemed by all accounts straight and incredibly hot, finding this hidden, shameful part of me beautiful. Desirable even.
“Yeah, it really is,” said Nate, his voice echoing in agreement.
I felt as he rearranged one of his palms to free his thumb, lightly grazing it with the tip. I closed my eyes — how nice it felt, being lightly caressed in that place, long ignored. I could feel even more movement in my dick, the length of it going from semi-erect to fully hard.
I swallowed, relishing the feeling of being fully on display
And then I felt Greg release his hands, letting the cheeks back together before I turned around, unwittingly exposing my boner to both of them.
Greg laughed. “I think he liked it.”
Nate chuckled to himself. “Yeah, looks like he did.”
I stood there, blushing, but before I could think recede into awkwardness, Greg broke the silence.
“You wanna see mine?”
My face turned in mild shock at the offer. I’d been admiring his ass since I’d first met him yesterday. Its thickness, the way it strained against every pair of shorts. While mine was certainly large, his was so much bigger, proportionate with his overall size. He had at least four inches on me and two on Nate. His presence was mammoth.
And something about seeing another guy’s hole—particularly his hole—felt entirely unexpected.
“Sure,” I replied, trying to sound casual, as if there was anything casual about the hard-on raging between my legs or the offer of him spreading his ass cheeks apart.
And so he sat back on the lounge chair, reclining fully flat along it, baseball hat still pulled down over his forehead, and took his legs into his hands, pulling them up over his head so that they straddled his sides, revealing the bud that had been hiding between two big mounds of ass that I couldn’t stop thinking about.
I moved myself around the chair, positioning myself at the end to take in the full view.
Whereas my hole was small, pink—mere punctuation—his was wider, bigger, dark like his tanned skin. It was the hole of a man, as big and imposing as his cock.
Nate watched as I took in the view, eyeing my hard, his own dick started to enlarge, slowly lifting up from his balls and pointing outward.
“Damn,” I said, taking in this mass of man fully on display before me.
“You like?” asked Greg, grinning.
I couldn’t get over his confidence, how he showed himself off like it was nothing.
“Yeah.” I nodded, crouching down so I could see it even more closely.
I noticed that Greg’s own cock was slowly enlarging too, the three of us now sporting boners as we had been the night before, this time in the bright light of day, nowhere to hide.
“Why don’t you taste it?” He nodded down past his now fully hard cock and the hole that puckered before me.
Sucking dick was one thing, but sucking on his hole? That was something I’d never done before, even if I’d imagined it. But I’d liked the way it felt to take his dick inside me, the way it felt to suck Nate off. Worshipping these guys who I admired so much—it had become a privilege, as if, in some way, by consuming them I was absorbing some of their masculinity into myself, becoming more of a man in the process.
“Can I?” I still wasn’t entirely certain this was real, the possibility that he might turn around and call me a faggot for even considering it looming in the back of my mind.
“Seems like you want to,” he replied, eyeing my rock-hard cock from beneath the brim of his hat.
And so I knelt further down in front of him, placing my face just in front of his hole, his balls still hanging beautifully just above it.
It was what I wanted, even if I couldn’t have articulated it until now. I wanted to eat this forbidden fruit, to find out what this part of a man tasted like. It seemed like the dirtiest thing I could imagine—eating ass—and therefore exactly the thing I wanted to do.
And so I moved myself closer, parting my lips and extending my tongue so that it just lightly grazed the outside of his opening, feeling the ridge of it lightly in exploration.
Greg let out a long breath, responding to the sensation.
I took my tongue back into my mouth, savoring it. It tasted new, like his pits or Nate’s underwear, only better — salty, but also sweet, a mix of sweat and a deep funk from inside him. And that’s when I realized it.
I liked the unabashed scent of an unclean man.
So I went back in for more, working my way in circles and then meeting his tight little center, the face of it ever so slightly opening as I watched his balls and cock clench up above.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Get in there.”
And so I pressed myself fully onto him, lightly sucking on the entire thing and plunging my tongue in more boldly.
Greg moaned more deeply from above, and I looked past his pulsing cock and balls to his face, watching as I worked him with my lips and tongue, spit gathering around it until it was swollen, sloppy.
I glanced over at Nate, his restraint once again having fallen away to his desires, now fully jerking his dick in long, light strokes, the sinew of his right bicep particularly pronounced. He watched the two of us entwined, just as he had last night, my mouth pressing deeper and deeper into Greg’s ass, my tongue pushing past that initial opening and finding the further reaches of him.
“How’s that feel?” Nate asked curiously, jerking himself, running his hand all the way from base to head. His voice betrayed his own uncertainty, as if this was something, unlike last night, that he hadn’t experienced for himself.
“Fuckkkkk,” Greg replied, his eyes still closed, lifting his hips up and down to help me out. “Feels fucking amazing.”
I started jerking my own dick, needing some release. Asses until now had been a one-way street, an exit not an entrance, and I wasn’t just touching it, I was making love to it, feeding on it the way I’d fed on his dick, sucking on his most beautiful void instead of the girth of his manhood.
“Kev’s got an amazing mouth,” Greg complimented, the sentiment inspiring a deeper fervor. I pressed even more fully into him.
My dick tightened, overcome at the way they were both offering me up to each other, using me, but a servant to their desires. But instead of feeling embarrassed or taken advantage of, I liked it. No, I loved it. It only made me want them more. This is where I belonged—on my knees, prostrate before these guys that appeared like gods, merely a tool for their own pleasure.
“You want some of this?” Greg asked Nate, glancing up at him.
I pulled away, looking over for his reaction.
“Fuck yeah,” he replied, looking me straight in the eye.
I waited for him to do the same as Greg, reclining back in his chair and exposing himself, but instead, he did something surprising. He turned around, arranging himself on the chair on all fours, spreading his ass wide behind him.
The view was breathtaking. I’d never seen a guy position himself like that, the effect rendering him somehow vulnerable, an object for the taking. It was one thing for Greg to lift his legs over his head, already a leap, but there was Cuz, bent over, doggy-style.
Like a girl.
“Go ahead,” Greg encouraged me, sitting up and lightly patting me on the cheek. “Be a good boy and help out your cousin.”
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