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My "Cousin" Danny (Part One)
I spent the summer after my freshman year of high school playing wiffle ball with my cousins Danny, Bobby, and Billy. They were my cousins by marriage only, as my mother had married their uncle -- my step-father -- when I was just a baby.
It was the summer of 1990, my last summer of freedom. I would turn 16 during my sophomore year, and that meant I would be on my own financially, and that meant I would have to work part-time during the school year and full-time during the summer.
At 18, 17, and 16, Danny, Bobby, and Billy were all older then I. The oldest of the three brothers, Danny was the spitting image of John Stamos on Full House. Same hair. Same nose. Same smile. He was also the coolest person I have ever met. He moved like a stalking cat, slow and sure. He spoke rarely. When he did, he was quiet and sly and certain. He carried himself like he knew things no one else knew, like he had experienced things no one else had experienced. He was gorgeous, he knew it, you knew it, and he knew you knew it. He had the swagger of a big dick, which he was swinging. He was a Simpson, and the Simpson men - my step-father included - were all well-endowed. It must have been genetic.
I lusted after Danny. I jacked off thinking of him as he almost always was when we played: shirtless in ripped jeans and Chuck Taylors, wavy brown hair combed straight back and touching his shoulders.
He had taught us all how to jack off. I was 9, so Bobby and Billy were 11 and 10. We were in their basement for a sleepover. Danny matter-of-factly asked if we played with our pricks yet. We did not know what he was talking about, never having heard the word prick to refer to a dick. When I said so, Danny laughed and asked "Haven't you ever heard 'I'd rather finger my prick than prick my finger'?" We had not.
Danny hopped up, dropped his shorts, and grabbed his dick. "This is your prick." He started to stroke it. "This is jacking off. If you do it long enough, you'll come." His dick got hard as he continued jacking it. We sat mesmerized as he jacked it faster and faster until he grunted and a small glob of white liquid dribbled out. "That's cum. That's what gets a woman pregnant."
"Try it."
We all stood up and pulled our shorts down. We all had small boners. Mine was too small to hold like Danny had, so he showed me how to encircle the head with my fingertips. We started jacking off together. We all came fast, but dry. We looked for cum. Danny anticipated our confusion.
"You are too young for cum. But, it will happen, when you are older. In the meantime, just beat the shit out of your dick. Jacking off is one of life's great pleasures."
I jacked off for the next 6 years as my dick grew, as my pubic hair came in, and as my balls developed the ability to shoot cum. When I did, I often thought of Danny's smile, wavy brown hair, hairless, muscled chest, and light path to paradise that trailed into his ripped jeans.
The four of us spent that summer playing competitive -- often insanely so -- wiffle ball. We stopped only to get water, eat lunch, or for Danny to have sex with Sally Stahl, who lived three houses down. Sally was a year older than Danny, and she liked to go. A lot. We knew that, when she showed up, we were going to break for an hour or so while they went into Danny's room and had their way with each other. When they were done, Danny would return, get us all hard by filling us on the details of their fuckfest, and resume playing.
One day, we complained it was not fair that he left almost every day for an hour, as we had nothing to do to fill the break. Danny matter of fact told us, "You should watch us fuck."
Billy asked, "You think Sally will go for that?"
"She won't know. At least not at first."
The next day, we headed to the window when Danny and Sally headed inside. Danny told us to wait ten minutes before we looked in. Ten minutes is a long time, especially when it is fraught with anticipation. When time had expired and we stuck our heads up, Sally was on her back and Danny was straddling her chest, fucking her face. Her head blocked our view, but we could tell what was going on. I cannot speak for Bobby or Billy, but I was disappointed; I wanted to see Danny's dick.
As Danny fucked Sally's face, he caught or attention, smiled and winked, and then pretended he had a bridle in his left hand and a crop in his right and acted like he was riding a horse. We all laughed a suppressed, silent laughter; we did not betray our prurient leering.
Danny pulled out of Sally's mouth and moved down her body. We watched him suck her nipples and then start eating her out. His hair fell over his head, so we could not see the details of what he was doing. But, from her squirming, Sally sure seemed to like it.
Danny raised his head and winked at us again before spreading Sally's legs wide. Danny then took his dick and slid it up and down Sally's slit, stroking her slit with his glans. His dick was a monster, long and thick with a bulbous head and, at least to me, beautiful. It was easy to see why Sally kept coming back for more. I was hard, so I pulled my dick out of my shorts and starting stroking it. Bobby and Billy followed suit.
Sally grabbed Danny's dick and guided him to her opening. She was hungry for him, and she grabbed his hips and tried to pull him in. Danny wanted us to have a good view, so he stayed on his haunches as he entered her. His dick slid in easily and to the base. He held Sally's knees as he fucked her. He started slowly, but soon picked up the pace. Bobby, Billy, and I could not take it any longer, and we all came against the side of the house.
As Danny got closer, he leaned forward, put his weight on his arms, and started slamming in and out of Sally with fervor. She hooked her legs around his and grabbed his hips so she could meet him. Danny threw his head back, drove in as deeply as he could, and stopped thrusting. We could tell from his face that he was coming. Sally reached between her legs and started rubbing herself. We could soon tell she had finished what Danny had started and was coming, too.
Bobby, Billy, and I were all hard again. We started jacking ourselves. Bobby had the best dick, so I watched him jack it until we all came again against the side of the house. We ducked away, making sure Sally did not see us. We high fived when we got back to the backyard. Like nothing had happened, Danny soon re-appeared to continue our game.
We went on like that for a couple of weeks before Danny told Sally we had been watching. Sally had not been upset, and she even suggested we could watch from inside the room, if we wanted. I was thrilled. I wanted to see Danny's dick up close.
The first time we were actually in the room, Danny fucked Sally doggy style, so I could not see what I wanted to see. Instead, all I could see was Sally's tits swinging to and fro, which did not interest me at all. And, since we could not really jack off while watching, I did not even get to see Bobby's dick. All in all, it was disappointing.
It got better after that. On one occasion when we were allowed in the room, Sally said she was going to show us how to suck a dick properly. Bobby and Billy likely had no need for a tutorial, but I was pretty sure I did.
Sally offered a brief verbal tutorial before she started. "To suck a dick well, you have to love the dick. If you don't love the dick, you will suck at sucking it."
Danny laid back and put his hands behind his head. Sally grabbed his dick, looked at us, and said, "This is an awesome dick. If you don't love this dick, you don't love dick."
She started to makee love to it with her mouth. He and we watched as Sally sucked his balls, licked his dick, sucked his glans, and licked his piss slit before she took his meat to into her mouth as far as she could. The sight of Danny's dick disappearing and re-emerging as Sally slowly sucked him was intoxicating. As Sally sped up, Danny pinched his nipple with his left hand, grabbed his dick with his right, and started stroking himself in rhythm with her sucking. The sight was too much for me, and I started squeezing my dick through my shorts. Bobby and Billy followed suit. When Danny was about to cum, Sally pulled off. Danny kept jacking himself and shot his load over his head and against the headboard, on his chest, and on his stomach. I could not take it, and I filled my shorts with my own seed. I could tell from their panting that Bobby and Billy had, too.
Two days later, Sally was about to let us watch Danny fuck her again. Before she did, though, she told us turnabout was fair play, and she wanted to watch the three of us in a circle jerk. I had read about circle jerks in my dad's Playboys, and I thought it was no big deal. After all, that is basically what we had been doing outside the window for weeks.
Sally had a twist, though. She wanted to watch us jerk each other off. I was thrilled by the idea, as the only dick I had ever touched was my own. But, I was not sure Bobby and Billy would be up for it. I underestimated teenaged hormones, as they quickly concluded it was a small price to pay to watch Danny fuck Sally. We readily tugged our shorts down and our dicks out. I was positioning myself to jack Bobby when he balked at jacking his own brother. We improvised. Bobby and I stood face to face to jack each other, while Billy jacked himself. When Bobby touched my dick, it sent a jolt through me. No one had ever touched my dick before.
I felt a similar jolt when I touched Bobby's dick, as I had never touched another dick before. It was warmer than I expected, and it felt like there was a lot going on under the surface of the soft skin.
Neither of us lasted long. Bobby shot a strong load, and most of it landed on my right thigh. I shot a weaker load, with most of it dripping to the floor between us. Neither of us had looked at the other's face while we jacked each other. Bobby had looked away, and I had stared at his dick, mesmerized by the sight of my hand moving back and forth and his dick twitching and them shooting cum. I had watched my own load spew hundreds of times over the years, but watching someone else's from so close was way different and way better. Just like I had jacked myself hundreds of times over the years, but having someone else jack you was way different and way better.
Billy had not come yet, so I reached over and put my cum covered hand on his. He quickly moved his hand away and let me take over. I had to resist the urge to kneel down and take him in my mouth. Just as I thought the urge might overwhelm me, Billy snorted and dropped his load on the floor between us.
While we tried to clean the cum off our hands and my leg, Sally rode Danny's dick. She was facing away from him, and we had a perfect view of his dick sliding in and out of her as she played with her clit. By the time Danny came, Sally already had, and the three of us were hard and jacking ourselves again.