Cousin (Part 1 and 2)
When we were adolescents my cousin and I would fool around every summer when staying with our grandmother. He taught me to masturbate and as we matured we'd share new information about sex that we'd learned, much of it not very accurate! I showed him my first growth of pubic hair which he was anxious to see and examine, and he showed me his. We would have long masturbation sessions in bed at night, while taking baths together, and during the day at various places outside. I found it exciting, when, at night, we would strip naked and run down the middle of the street in front of our grandmother's house. We would giggle and jack off then run back inside, scared we'd be caught. My cousin once asked my grandmother if it was okay if we slept naked and she said yes. Boys will be boys. My cousin was well endowed and I was six and a half inches hard. One summer he found a spot on his cock that concerned him so he showed our grandmother, she examined it and said not to worry, but he said he would be happy to put some ointment and a band aid on it, so she said okay. He then went about wearing only a tee, thinking he needed to not cover the area with clothes. Yea, sure. It was just an excuse to walk around the house with his cock flopping around freely with the little band aid covering that innocuous red spot. It didn't bother our grandmother at all, in fact I think she enjoyed it. Everyone in the family knew he had a big dick. He asked me if I'd like to wear a band aid too, so I said yes, he put one on my cock, and we went out to the garage wearing only our summer tee shirts and washed the windows on the car and swept out the floorboards. He was really brave and got me to do things I'd never do on my own.
Years went by and we lost contact. He got married, parents got divorced, there was family friction and I was quite surprised to get a letter from him decades later telling me he was living in a nearby town, and wanted me to come for a visit. I couldn't but asked him if he'd be interested in going skinny dipping at the lake, and he said yes, and we had a great time. I noticed he got erect several times when he would spot a naked woman, all the while I was admiring the naked men. We connected in a positive way although our lives had gone in polar opposite directions. He was married to a woman who was extremely overweight and my cousin was quite slim after a recent diet. I think the marriage was not working perfectly but probably that's normal. But, we enjoyed getting together again and made many trips out to the lake. Swimming was fun, but so was walking the trails naked, sitting on the rocks and talking about life, rubbing our cocks like it was the most natural thing in the world. He talked a little about the problems with his wife, but not much. I told him he just needed to be himself. We never talked about the sexual aspect of our early years, but I found it interesting that now, as adults, we seemed to just pick up where we left off.
I was a little reluctant to spend the weekend with my cousin and his wife but I could tell he really wanted me to see his house and workshop and look at old family photos, have some beers and just hang out. He also had some projects going on that I thought he might want some help with. I'm not much of a handyman, but I can assist. He could do all sorts of carpentry things that I'd never learned how to do.
The house was nice and large with the master bedroom on the opposite side of the house from the other bedrooms. He had a double car garage and a large workshop filled with all sorts of tools. During our many chats at the lake I had told him that I'd been sleeping naked for years and often ran around the house and yard butt naked. He thought that was cool. He knew I was gay and partnered. After the first couple of trips to the lake, I'd greet him at the door naked and ride with him in his pick-up truck naked. After our swims, he began walking back to the truck naked and driving me home without wearing any clothes. We both enjoyed this and it became our routine. I arrived late on Friday evening at his house, met his wife, who was quite nice. We had a couple of beers then headed for bed. They had 3 guest bedrooms on one side of the house and put me in one of them. I felt like I had half of the entire house to myself. I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and explored the other rooms while naked. My cousin came in before lights out and showed me some of the work he had done on one of the bathrooms. He said he was glad to see I felt at ease in his home.
The next morning after coffee and breakfast we went to work on finishing a picnic table he was making in his work room. He had a window air conditioning unit that had just broken so it was hotter than hell in there. Even with the door wide open there wasn't much of a breeze. He stripped down to his underwear, and I remember him telling me that's just about all he ever wore around the house. He told me I should strip too and since I had told him I never wore underwear I took the invitation to mean it was okay to strip naked, so I did. We were both hot and sweaty and his wife buzzed him on an intercom system he had set up and asked if we wanted some iced tea. He said sure, but to be aware of the fact that we had stripped down and were sweaty and dirty. Right at that moment he pulled off his underwear, I guess to make me feel more comfortable, maybe he just wanted to be naked. His wife came in a little later carrying two large tumblers of iced tea and acted as though there was nothing unusual about seeing two naked men in the house. We chatted a few moments then she left.
"How about that?" he said, looking at me.
"You must have told her I was essentially a nudist," I said.
"Yes, I did, and I told her she'd better be nice to you or else."
"Thanks for joining me," I said, looking at his naked body.
He told me that some of our distant relatives lived in a nudist colony in Florida, and he and his wife had often been invited to go and stay with them, but the rule was no clothes. They had both decided to go on diets and lose weight then make the trip to Florida. He had accomplished his goal but she seemed unable to break her addiction to overeating. I think he was a bit pissed that he'd held up his end of the bargain and she hadn't, and now she was refusing to make the trip.
"Would it be okay if you went without her?" I asked.
"No, I don't she'd like that, and I wouldn't want to leave her here by herself, " he said, "but I've been planting the idea in her head that I am going to begin practicing the nudist lifestyle here at home just like you and just like our relatives in Florida. She seems okay with the idea but honestly, she is really self conscious carrying all that extra weight, which I understand. She asked the neighbors if they'd have a problem with us hanging out nude in the backyard and they said not at all. In fact, she told me, they confessed to being vacation nudists and would feel great if they too could enjoy their backyard without wearing clothes."
"Cool," I said, "you never know how people will respond."
"Anyway," he said, "if you'll help me move this picnic table out to the backyard we can have lunch out there au natural."
Hot, sweaty, and naked, we moved the finished picnic table under the shade of an oak tree in his expansive backyard. Looking around, I could see into the backyard of one of the neighbors, presumably the vacation nudists, but otherwise it was private from other neighbors due to fencing and thick shrubbery. "
After lunch and a few rounds of cards, he pulled out a box of old family photos and we began looking at them. There was an old black and white photo of a navy buddy of his dad's standing alone on the deck of an aircraft carrier butt naked, with a wide expanse of sea and sky in the background. So totally out in the open, so vulnerable. I remembered seeing the photo when I was a kid, and how intensely intrigued and excited I was by the erotic energy of the photo-- this young man's stark nakedness on the deck of a large carrier with no telling how many of his ship mates watching on. I wondered if my cousin's dad took the photo. All of a sudden my cousin reached over and lightly slapped my knee. "You always did like that photo," he laughed, "now I know why. And look at the effect it's having on you now." I was nearly erect and we both laughed. "No problem," he assured me, "no problem at all. Let's go take a nap and meet in the backyard around four. And remember," he said, "clothing is not allowed."
We all met in the backyard to have drinks and prepare for a backyard cookout-- that is my cousin, myself, and his wife. We had already agreed that regardless of what his wife chose to do, it was going to be a naked weekend for both of us. I think he was hoping she would shed her clothes and join us. What actually happened was something I would never have imagined.
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Part 2 of Cousin.
First of all, his wife had decided to join us in our clothing free nakedness. I could tell that she was very nervous and self-conscious, but my cousin and I did everything we could to make her feel at ease, namely, acting as though nothing unusual at all was going on, and projecting a calm state of confidence. It seemed to work well and in no time at all we were all relaxed, totally enjoying the open expanse of the backyard and the new picnic table. And, a few drinks.
"Oh by the way," my cousin said, looking at me, "my wife asked the neighbors next door if they would like to join us and they said yes."
"That's cool, " I said. "What are they like?"
"They are a married couple with three grown kids and one grandchild. They live very active lives, always on the go."
"And they frequently stay at clothing optional resorts," my cousin's wife said. "They were really excited to know that they can now freely be naked in their backyard, just like this, with no worry. And, of course, they are excited to join us and meet you," she said, looking at me. "Just a word of caution, though, they are known not only to be swingers, but to swing both ways."
"Wow," I said, "this should be interesting."
"I hope it all goes well," she said, somewhat nervously.
Just then the neighbors yelled hello from their backyard. "The front door to the house is open," my cousin said, "come on through and join us."
"Be right there," they responded in unison.
They were both wearing cotton bath robes, the kind one often sees in spas and resorts. But when they stepped into the backyard from the house, they were both naked, having left their robes somewhere in my cousins house. The first thing I noticed was how beautifully tan they both were, all over, not a tan line in sight. The second thing I noticed was that they were both waxed from the neck down. She had a hairless pussy and his chest, pubes, and legs glowed with no hair and a rich tan over beautiful muscles. I could tell he spent hours working out. Then I noticed that he was hung like a fucking horse, had a Prince Albert piercing and wore a thick gauge piece of silver jewelry.
After introductions were made, he caught me staring at his beautiful cock.
"I've always been fascinated with Prince Albert piercings," I said.
"I really like it," he said, "and it was far less painful than I imagined. No regrets at all."
He stepped closer to me and motioned for me grab hold of his cock and examine it. "Very nice indeed," I said. "Do you ever take it out?" I asked, totally enjoying the examination that was taking place. I could tell he really liked it too. I noticed a swelling of his cock.
"Very rarely," he said, "except for when I'm having sex. The wife here finds it quite uncomfortable. However, when I'm with a man who wants to suck this baby," he said, "they often request that I leave it in. You're welcome to give it a try," he said, looking directly at me.
I must say that although this came as no real shock to me, being a gay man who has been in a variety of sexual situations, I was particularly concerned that my cousin and his wife would find all this behavior totally objectionable.
"Yes, go ahead and try it," my cousin's wife said, "I want to know what it's like. I might make my hubby here get one too," she giggled, somewhat nervously, but I could detect a growing sense of excitement in her voice.
I quickly glanced around at everyone who was staring at me, and concluded that everyone was anxious for the experiment to go forward."
"Okay," I said, "let's go for." I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and slowly put my lips over the head of his cock, then gently began to move forward as his cock went in my mouth and began to move towards my throat. "Sorry," I said, pulling back, "it's just too much for me to handle--the thick gauge totally gets in the way. I think I'm with your wife on this one. I'm afraid that could cause some serious damage." Everyone laughed.
"Do a comparison," his wife suggested, "take it out and then let him compare."
Liberal wife , I thought to myself. He quickly removed the piece of silver from his cock and handed it to my cousin to pass around. He leaned forward and thrust his cock down my throat, gentle but deep. I was beginning to think the afternoon might evolve into a throwback to the past in that an orgy might be developing. Since I love sucking cock, I found myself in a highly heightened state of arousal. The fact that I was outside and had an audience was even more thrilling. This cock was a challenge but I was determined to take it all the way in.
"Oh my god," he said, looking at everyone but me, "this guy really knows how to take this baby in. Most people start gagging before I'm close to half way in but this guy knows how to relax his throat. Oh man, this is fantastic."
I wrapped both my arms around his waist and pulled him in hard, putting both hands on his butt cheeks and pulling him in deep. He began thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth and moaning in pleasure. I was pretty oblivious as to what everyone else was doing and at that moment didn't really care. I did briefly glance over at his wife and she and my cousin's wife were chatting away about clothing optional resorts and the various activities they engaged in. She was fingering her pussy. My cousin was nearly erect as he watched the neighbor lady fingering her pussy.
"If we keep on going at this rate," the neighbor man moaned, "I'm gonna shoot my load in about half a second." All I did was shake my head yes, gave a thumbs up, and continued letting this man face fuck the holy shit out of me. I loved it. He came so deep in my throat that I could hardly taste anything, so when he pulled out I milked his cock with my fingers and coaxed a few drops of his salty cum into my mouth. "Yummy," I said. "That was fantastic." Everyone clapped. It was now time to focus on cooking and await the next round of events. I was so glad I had reconnected with my cousin and obviously we had all made new friends.
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