I arrived at my uncle’s house around six or seven, I’m not really sure. It was hard to track down, as it was in the middle of nowhere. The house was huge, on an estate of a few acres, and looked like a ranch, except without any cattle. I had been dragged by my father to go visit relatives, who were meeting at the “ranch”, for Thanksgiving.
When we got to the house, nobody was there, and my dad and I became worried that we’d be stranded at the front door until somebody got home. Luckily, my cousin opened the door. He was seventeen, and a senior at high school, but looked a little young for his age. His skin was very hairless, which made it appear very smooth. He was very tall, well into six feet tall, with a surprisingly nice tan. He was very lean, allowing his modest muscles to dominate his figure. His brown hair was clean-cut, and his eyes a beautiful hazel. He had grown a lot since I had seen him before, yet he still seemed like the cousin I remembered three years ago.
Just looking at his body made me lust, and remember back upon the last time we visited. Especially the one time when we were alone, in a small tent camping… and how I secretly had feelings for him. As we tried to sleep under the sleeping bag, both of us naked with the exception of our briefs. I wrapped and twisted my leg around his, slowly rubbing my leg over his soft thigh, brushing against his soft length which I could feel through his thin briefs. I remember feeling his hardened shaft pressing against my back as we cuddled tightly together that night, and feeling his breath against my neck as he lightly dozed. Since then I always wondered if he was really sleeping when I aroused him.
“Hey Ethan!” he said quite ecstatically, as he gave me a hug. I thought to myself, “What kind of guy hugs another guy unless there’s a connection?”
This caused me to grin widely, as I said, “Keith…” I exploited the hug to my benefit, brushing my hands along his abdomen, to feel his mus... Læs hele novellen
