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My "Cousin" Danny (Part Five)
Our family's reunion was at Table Rock Lake three weeks after my parents' AA weekend confirmed what I had long suspected: I was gay. I did not see Danny in those three weeks, as our weekend together had freaked me out enough that I absented myself from the wiffle ball games. I realized I was being a tool, but I could not bear the thought of being forced to endure Danny's breaks with Sally. And, I certainly could not watch him sex her. So, I claimed I had to start getting ready to head back to school and avoided Danny, wiffle ball, and Sally.
On reunion weekend, the adults always stayed in cabins, and the kids always stayed in tents. As we drove down, I wondered if Danny's 18th birthday would move him into a cabin, or if he would still be tenting with the rest of us. As we pulled in, I saw Danny toting a tent toward our traditional site, resolving my wonder.
My god he looked good. He had his wavy brown hair pulled back in a bandana and was wearing Aviators, a black tank top, cut off jeans, and black Chuck Taylor's. I was only three years younger than he was, but it may as well have been 13. I was still blond, my hair not matching my brown pubic hair. I still had some baby fat. And, I was unmuscled. About the only adult thing about me was my dick, which -- to my great pride -- was disproportionately large for someone my size.
As we unpacked our car, Danny walked back past, said hello to his Uncle and my Step-Father, and rubbed his hand through my hair like I was little boy. I was wounded.
As the oldest cousin, Danny took charge of placing our tents. He placed his well away from the rest and then started matching cousins to tents, as not everybody brought one. We never did. We did not own one.
As he moved people around, I noticed he had not matched me with anyone. Almost every year, I shared with Billy, and I assumed that would be the case again this year. So, I was surprised when Danny matched Bobby and Billy in the farthest tent from his. When Danny was finished, he asked, "Is that everyone?" He had left me out, all eyes were on me, and I was wounded again. Bobby and Billy both laughed, and I offered, "I guess I can bunk in the back seat of the Catalina."
Danny responded, "Sorry, little man, I guess you're stuck with me."
I grabbed my duffel and headed toward his tent, still wounded. I was unrolling my pack when Danny entered the tent and said hello. I pretended I had not heard him and did not respond. Danny grabbed me, turned me around, and asked "what's your deal, little man?"
When I responded that I felt forgotten or like the last kid picked at recess, Danny's smile confirmed he thought I was a tool.
"I didn't forget about you. I wanted you in my tent. But, I didn't want it to be obvious."
As he said that, Danny took my hand, put it to his crotch, and said, "see, I told you I wanted you in my tent" as I felt his dick harden. My mood instantly brightened, and I started rubbing Danny's dick through his cutoffs.
"Why'd you want me in your tent?" I played.
"I'll show you," Danny played back as he put his back to the flap, unbuttoned and unzipped his cutoffs, and provided me full access to his fully engorged dick. I kneeled down and took as much of him in my mouth as I could.
"Use your hand, too," Danny instructed.
I did, making it an extension of my mouth, as I had seen Sally do. Sooner than I expected, Danny seized up and started coming in my mouth. I drank what I could, but not all of it.
When Danny was done, I offered "that was fast" and stood up.
"No time to savor it, little man. Don't want people wondering what's going on in here." Danny stuffed his dick back in his cutoffs and sealed them up. "Let's go see what everyone's up to."
The reunion weekends were full. Potluck campfire dinner on Friday night, after which the adults tended to get drunk as the kids were sent to their tents. Fishing, swimming, wiffle ball, volleyball, and floating on Saturday, after which the adults tended to get drunk as the kids were sent to their tents. Sleep in on Sunday morning, then de-camp and head home.
After the potluck dinner that year, the family split between cabins and tents, except Danny went with the cabiners, not the tenters. I was disappointed, but not for long. Bobby had brought pot. So, while the little kids got settled in their tents, Bobby, Billy, and I snuck down to the creek, sat on a piece of driftwood, and got as high as kites. I was baked by the time we headed back to our tents. And that meant I was both hungry and horny.
Danny was already in the tent when I got there. I could tell from his glassy eyes that he was drunk. I am sure he could tell from my bloodshot eyes that I was high. I quickly started scrounging for food.
"What are you looking for?"
"Food. I'm starving."
"Got the munchies, do you?"
I looked toward Danny and smiled. He was standing in the middle of the tent in the whitest tighty whities I had ever seen. I had never seen Danny in underwear before. The site of him standing there -- his bare muscles rippling and accentuating the stark contrast between his tanned skin and the white underwear -- was breathtaking. I was rapt.
Danny grabbed my attention when he moved his hand to his hard dick and said, "We don't have any food. I'll guess you'll just have to eat this."
My interest in food had evanesced. I now wanted one thing and one thing only, and only a thin layer of white cotton stood between me and it. Danny locked his fingers behind his head, which I took as a sign that I was free to do whatever I wanted. I walked to him, put my lips on his right nipple, and gently pulled the elastic waistband over his tumescence and down to his thighs. I let my hands wander back up to his balls and taint as I licked and sucked his nipple.
Danny interrupted me. "Stop sucking my nipple and start sucking my dick."
I did what I was told. As I had earlier in the day, I kneeled in front of him, took what I could in my mouth, and took the rest in my hand. I went at him hungrily. After a bit, Danny told me to slow down. He had something else he wanted to teach me.
As I wondered what, Danny told me to get on all fours in front of him. I did. Just when I thought the lesson was going to be how to get fucked doggy style, I felt Danny's tongue on my ass. I jumped and moved away.
"What are you doing?" I asked, unamused.
"I'm going to show you how to eat ass. You're not going to get by in your world if you are not into ass play. So, get back over here and relax."
I was not certain I wanted to get "into ass play." Once Danny's tongue was back at my hole, it took about three seconds to resolve my uncertainty. Danny's tongue flicking against and around my asshole felt awesome. Just when I thought it could not get better, Danny's tongue penetrated my opening. I could not believe what was happening. It made me desperate, and I betrayed my desperation by begging Danny to fuck me.
"Okay, but you have to keep it down. I put my tent as far from the others as I could, but people are not deaf. They are going to hear you moaning and squealing. Here, bite this," Danny said, and he handed me his rolled bandana from earlier in the day. I could taste his sweat in it as I bit down and laid down on my back, eager for Danny to fuck me.
Unlike the last time in this position, Danny did not stay on his arms. Instead, he entered me, hooked my knees in his elbows, and then lowered himself to me. We were chest to chest as he fucked me. When I was sure I could and would control the noises I was making, I pulled the bandana from my mouth and tried to kiss him. He averted his head, buried his face in my neck, and started pumping harder. I was so turned on by the sensation of our bodies rubbing together that I came without touching myself, covering our stomachs with my load. Danny came shortly after that. He raised his head when he did, and I could see the pleasure spread from his groin to his face. He made a beautiful face, one I had seen many times when he was fucking Sally.
Danny pulled out and flopped down next to me on the sleeping bags. As he lay there, he grabbed his tighty whities, wiped as much cum from his stomach as he could, looked at the copious amount of cum on my stomach, back at his underwear, and then at me.
"Sorry, little man, you're on your own."
I grabbed my dick, held it up, and asked "Can we dispense with the little man stuff?"
"It's not a reference to your dick."
"I still don't like it."
"Okay," he said, pausing for effect and then adding, "Little man."
I had been using one of my t-shirts to wipe the cum off my stomach as we talked. Annoyed, I fired the cumshirt at him, hitting him right in the face. Danny responded by grabbing my head and smearing his cum-filled underwear all over my face. By the time he was done, my face was covered with cum, and we were laughing so hard we couldn't breathe. If one of our parents had asked us "what the hell is going on in there," they never would have believed us.