Monday morning, uncle George had to go to work, so after breakfast, Tony and I went to the beach. Still quite early, the beach was near deserted. Tony stripped down to a pair of speedos, about two sizes too small. He had a job to keep his junk in. I had ordinary swim trunks. We lay on towels and drifted off for a while, only waking to the sounds of children playing. He shifted closer to me, held my hand and said, "I've fancied you for years, but didn't dare act, fearing rejection. You are the perfect twink." I looked him in the eye, and told him, that I'd always preferred older men, and had masturbated over both him and his dad for years. "Come on, let's go for swim." We splashed among the waves, then, standing waist deep, we embraced and kissed. His hand went down the back of my shorts and rubbed my bum hole, making it tingle, and I knew I would lose my virginity before the end of the week. We were now both hard, rubbing our bodies together beneath the waves. His cock burst through the top of his speedos. Oh, how I wished I could have sucked him off then and there. Luckily, the kids were building sandcastles and didn't notice us get back to our towels and lie on our tummies. By lunchtime, we'd had enough and went home to eat. We spent the afternoon on blankets in the back garden, naked. He slowly edged closer to me, until we could hold hands. He then moved on top of me. I thought the moment had come, but we kissed and fondled one another, and eventually, he turned round so that we could sixty nine. We rolled onto our sides, still sucking. Tony could deep throat, but it made me gag. We were so engrossed with one another that we didn't notice uncle George return. He watched as his son and nephew made out, bringing each other to orgasm. I loved the taste of Tony' babies sliding down my throat. George came over and smiled at us, "This is what you two love birds get up to when I'm not here," he said, grinning, "I'll have my share after dinner, and I don't care which of you do it." We left him to it and carried on sunbathing, holding hands. After dinner, and more beers, George decided he was horny. "Okay, who wants to suck me off?" Before I could reply, Tony knelt and took his father into his mouth. I had to join in, and knelt with him, taking it in turns to suck and lick his balls and shaft. When he came, he made sure we each had our share.
That night I slept with Tony, taking another cum load before kissing goodnight. Tuesday, and George had gone to work, so Tony and I showered together and went back to bed, cuddling for warmth. The cuddling became kissing, and he went down on me again. This time, after sucking me for a while, he concentrated on my sack, swirling a testicle in his mouth, one at a time. Then he turned me over, pulled my cheeks apart, and I had the sensation of his tongue on my bum hole. I didn't know what rimming was, let alone having it done to me. He slobbered on me, then, to my horror, poked a finger inside me. It made me yelp, and then felt wonderful as he explored my insides and found my prostate. It made me cum, a stream of semen running out of me. With me satisfied, I wanted to return the favour, and for the first time in my life, my tongue licked another man's ass. It wasn't nearly as repulsive as I thought it would be, and I soon had him moaning in ecstasy. He took himself in hand, and exploded. "Fuck me, for someone who has never done it, you're like a pro, even better than dad." I felt very proud, and wanted to do it again and again.
We made dinner together, which pleased George, as he'd had a tiring day, and couldn't even be bothered to have sex, and told me to sleep with Tony again, and went to bed at 9.30. By ourselves again, Tony opened up his laptop. clicking on a few buttons, he flicked on a gay porn site, and found a group of young twinks fucking. "That's going to be you and me before the end of the week, if you want." I turned and kissed him, "More than anything else in the world, but you will have to be gentle. Your finger felt amazing earlier, so God knows what your cock will feel like." We watched some more, one of the twinks was covered in spunk by the others. "Bloody hell, that's impressive", as one of the guys shot a huge load from distance. We went to bed. George was snoring heavily in the other room, so we quietly made out again, horny from the porn. I practiced my new found passion of rimming and managed to get my tongue inside him, followed by a finger, then two. He was leaking so heavily onto the sheets, I thought he'd cum. I kissed my way up his spine until I was spooning him. All of a sudden, my cock just slipped inside him. I said sorry, but he pushed back. Nature took over and I was fucking someone for the first time, and it felt so right. I held on to his waist and pumped. I didn't last very long, and bred my cousin before he came. Slipping out, he turned, kissed me and said "Thank you, unexpected, but very nice," I felt obliged to jerk him. I wanted it to be my turn, but was still too nervous.
Wednesday came, and it was pretty much a repeat performance. The beach was deserted, I expect the kids were in school, so, with the coast clear, we sunbathed in the nude, fingers entwined. I was lost in my thoughts when Tony said, "Last night, did you mean it to happen?" "No, not at all, but I'm very pleased that it did, what would your dad say?" "Oh he'd be disappointed that he wasn't there to witness it. I know he has his heart set on you." My bum twitched at the thought. We went for a swim. It felt liberating frolicking around naked in the waves. That evening, Tony did a barbeque, only sausages, burgers and chicken, washed down with red wine and the three of us laid in the back garden, watching the sun go down. Inside, we finished off another bottle. George wanted me to sleep with him, which I happily did, but was relieved when he fell straight to sleep. I cuddled him, and drifted off, dreaming of my first shag.
