As an only child, I was brought up to be very naive sexually, in a conservative household. But I did know that girls didn't really interest me. Don't get me wrong a nice figure or big breasts made my cock swell, but I found men, especially older men, more attractive. I liked to walk down the high street or shopping mall, supposedly looking at my phone, while videoing sexy asses and bulges in tight jeans or shorts, to masturbate over later. At 18 I took up an electrical apprenticeship, mainly because the boss excited me.
I used to look at my older cousins and uncles, imagining what delights lay under their trousers. Uncle George lived near the beach, with my cousin, Tony.
By the time I was 19, George was 39. He was a carpenter in the construction industry, building houses. The peak of physical fitness, 5'10" of muscle, with curly blond hair, normally too long, it only enhanced his ruggedness. His son, Tony was 25, his figure a younger version. Auntie had left years ago. As an apprentice, I had little money, so when they offered me a holiday with them, I jumped at the chance. I drove to their house, a three bedroom semi half a mile from the beach. When I arrived, George was in the front garden, mowing the lawn, just in short shorts and work boots. I took my suitcase and he greeted me with a very affectionate kiss and a pat on the bum. I dumped my case in the hallway, and went to meet Tony, who was pruning shrubs in the back garden, in only boxers and trainers. I had to hide my growing hard on, as he greeted me even more passionately than his father, with a long, lingering kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth, as he groped my, now, rock hard cock. Breaking from the embrace, I excused myself, and took my case indoors, had a piss to calm my erection down, and came back out with cold beers.
Tony's dick was now through the fly of his boxers and he was gently stroking it. I left the beers on the picnic bench, and knelt in front of my cousin. He willingly let me suck on his engorged penis, peeling the foreskin back, and running the tip of my tongue around the sensitive glands. Cradling his balls, and lost in my job, I didn't notice George walking up behind me. The next thing I knew, they were stood next to each other, kissing, while I attended to the pair of them. Sucking one and tossing the other, my dreams were coming true, and I was in ecstasy. I swapped from one to the other, slobbering them in saliva and getting them further down my throat, eventually to be rewarded with two loads of man juice, and I hadn't even unpacked. I left them to resume their gardening, while I went to look for my bedroom, only to find that the third bedroom had been converted into an office. I realised that I would be sleeping with one or the other. I still hadn't cum myself, and didn't want to waste it on just myself, so I put the TV on to distract from my aching balls. Around 5pm, they came in and went for a shower, coming back bollock naked. (I think they were teasing me). "We're all men here," said George, "No need to be bashful, I've seen it all before." 'Yes, thought, when I was a kid.' George went off to make dinner, leaving Tony and me watching footie on TV. I slipped my briefs off to show I was not embarrassed, but apologised for my erection. "Nice cock." is all Tony could say, and leaned over to give it a playful tug. It seemed I wouldn't be wanting all the clothes I'd brought, as I would be in the nude most of the time. With George busying himself in the kitchen, Tony came and sat with me on the sofa. He put his arm around me and drew me into a kiss. I almost came on the spot. His hand found my shaft, and, ever so slowly, he began to toss me. I gave into him as our tongues wound together. After the experience of the afternoon, it didn't take long. I erupted over Tony's hand. He licked my semen, then kissed it back into my mouth. Over dinner, I brought up the question of sleeping arrangements, asking if I should sleep on the sofa. "Not at all, said George, "You can sleep with either of us, but tonight, you're mine. I haven't had anyone to sleep with since your auntie left, and I need a cuddle." That settled, I did the washing up for them, and we watch some crap on the TV, drank beer, and reminisced.
At bedtime, I had a long shower, scrubbed my teeth and crawled in alongside my uncle, feeling warm and safe in his strong arms, like a little child, falling asleep to his gentle snores. I woke next morning, bursting for a piss, then slid back into bed, spooning him and stroking his morning wood. I kissed the back of his neck, and he woke and excused himself to the toilet, coming back smelling of mouthwash. We kissed, our bodies rubbing together as our dicks grew. I knew what I really wanted, but for the moment, BJs would suffice, as I was still a virgin, and the thought of having a penis inside scared the shit out of me. He held my head and pushed me gently under the duvet until I was face to face with his beautiful cock. With only one to concentrate on, I could take my time, examining every vein, and feeling it throbbing in my hand. It almost had a life of its own as it twitched and jerked. I stroked his testicles and felt them rising in time to engulf him, his sperm splattering the back of my throat. He kissed me, then, not to be outdone, he went down on me, the first time anyone had done that. For a strong man, he was gentle and tender, doing what he must have done a thousand times before, his tongue expertly bringing me to climax. He didn't waste a drop.
The smell of coffee brewing enticed us downstairs. Tony was sporting a hard on, having clearly heard us performing. Without hesitation, I knelt and blew him in front of his father. 9.30, and I'd taken two loads and been blown myself. What a week I had to look forward to.
