Summertime by The Lake
Summertime by The Lake
by NightBull
This story depicts mostly consenting acts between a young adult and mid-teen male. There's muscle. There's cum. There's some angst, but nothing heavy.
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Every summer since I was too young to remember, my mom and dad have always shipped me off to stay with my Aunt Judy and Uncle Leroy up in the mountains near The Lake. I wouldn't say one way or another whether I'm ever all that excited about it, since it's always been a ritual and all, and it's just What I Do During My Summer Vacation... but this time, wow. I really hope things are set up the same way next year.
The setup's always been pretty sweet- they have a big house, and even though they have four kids, up until this year I've always had a room of my own, up in the attic/loft part. Sure, the floors are squeaky, and it gets really hot up there, but it's space of my own, and a lot nicer than the room I have at home in The City. It's the only time that I've had any other kids to hang out with at home, except for the occasional sleepover. My four cousins are Andrew, Lisa, Amanda, and Laurie- kind of a bad deal when it comes down to it, guys outnumbered three to two by the girls, but it works out okay. Their place is big enough there's plenty of space to get lost in, and if not in the house, there's the woods, and the like. I'm Jason, by the way. I'm a dog, almost purebred Dobie, like both my mom and dad. I run track and cross country, gonna be varsity squad next year, if I get my way. Summer this year at the lake was going to mean swimming a lot to work on my cardio and tone, and just upping my endurance, maybe helping around the house, but mostly just goofing around at their house, watching paint dry. Lake Town, the nearest thing that's anything close to a Real Place is a good 60 miles away, and it's not like I have my license yet, anyway.
So anyway, this summer, stuff was -way- different than I expected it to be when I got out to their place. When I first started to go down there, like I said, I always had the attic room all to myself. This year, Laurie finally turned thirteen. She's starting to get snotty, and she isn't nearly as hot as she thinks she is. Because she turned thirteen, no more her shacking up downstairs with Amanda, and letting me use her room in summer. Aunt Judy says it's a girl thing, and well, whatever. So this year, for the first time ever, I shared a room with my older cousin Andrew- everybody calls him Andy. He's a pretty neat guy. I never really knew him much, because even coming to stay with him in summers, he kept to himself and to his friends more so than staying at home. It didn't really help things that he's older than I am. Where I'm practically fifteen, will be fifteen in another week, he's twenty one now, and his twenty-second birthday is the last week of August. This year was the first time I'd seen him for two, because when he got out of high school and couldn't pay for college, he had to get the cash somehow, and so, like I probably will, off to the army he went.
I hesitated at the end of the hall, and really didn't want to knock, but I knew I had to, and so I did. Fumbling around, some noise, and heavy footfalls on the floor later, and in the doorframe, in his sweats, stood Andy. He was big. About five ten, so not really all that taller than I am, but mom and dad, hell, nobody in the family ever really talks much about the fact that Uncle Leroy's way, way more rottweiler than dobie. So even though he's only got like a head on me, he filled the doorway. Big chest, and kind of sort of cut a little, but not- more like his belly bulged out, with arms, fuck, had to be as big as my legs, and legs, well. I didn't hardly even recognize him. I was pretty embarrassed. Everywhere he's big, I'm just scrawny- I'm real, real cut, and I lift a lot during the school year, but I'm a hard gainer, I'll always just be skinnier than he will. I stammered a little, and just kind of stared; he watched right back, his eyes coppery, my eyes green, and then a big smile spread across his face, and he grabbed me, and bear hugged me, and well... I knew it was him then.
"How ya doin', man? Holy shit, has it been two? Three years? Shiiit!" the words coming while I stood there still staring. Big meathook slab of arm around my shoulder, and I was half off my feet, him dragging me into the room. Door closed behind me, and there I was, in his room with him. Half-loping across the floor, he flopped out on the bed, leaning back against the old headboard, and in a big, sweeping gesture added, "Drop your stuff wherever; room's small, but bed's plenty big enough for us both. You should chill with me, and tell me what's up."
I just kind of reeled still, as I tried to take everything in. He was always pretty big and everything, but now he was like a tank, and before, he never ever really even gave me a second look, but now, him hugging me, and dragging me in like that? All I could do was just stare. The only thing he was wearing, through all of this, was this pair of low-slung sweats, cutoff mid-thigh- thighs, of course, so big that they were making the shorts strain, and the biggest fucking bulge up front. I'm normal as the next guy, I mean, I look at guys from time to time in the locker room like anybody else, but, dropping my duffel on the floor next to the door, I felt like a chump, because I'm staring at his dickbulge and just kind of hanging out not knowing what to do. While he walked to the bed, I could see his sweats had a tailhole, but there wasn't any tail to poke through it anymore. The hell...?
"Dude...?"
Shaking my head, I cracked a smile, and nodded, "Uh, hey, sorry Andy- just..."
"Yeah...?"
"Nothin'."
"Dude, are you all right?"
Shaking out my headfur, and running my hand across its short, bristly surface and down the back of my neck, I smiled some more, and gestured, "Sorry, man... just still kind of getting used to seeing you... how was the army? They cut off your tail! Shit! It was already docked."
"Army sucked. Tail wasn't docked short enough."
I winced at the thought. It hurt like a motherfuck last summer when I finally suckered Uncle Leroy into taking me to get my own tail docked, and I kept like 3 vertebrae of it- no way, no how I'd ever get it lopped right at my ass like that. Silence.... Hmm. And a suspicious smell, like maybe incense or something. Okay. Things were making more sense now.
"You want me to bug off a while? I could go down to the lake or something. I ain't interrupting anything, am I?"
"Naww, man. Nothin'. If you wanna chill, go ahead and chill, or go down to The Lake, or whatever. It's all good. We're sharing, so I figure we gotta get used to it, eventually, right?"
I didn't really know what to do. Honestly- I wanted to hang with him, and see if maybe he had some weed, and whether he'd share or anything, but I didn't figure it'd be very cool to just go up to him and ask. I just shrugged my shoulders, and stepped over, and hesitantly sat down on the edge of the bed, stout, old springs unyielding under my weight. He proffered a hand, more a mitt really- his giant fucking paw, and I shook it and then bumped fists with him. I don't know what it was about it, but I guess it made everything better, because he smiled again, and I could see the tension melt from him as he folded his bare arms behind his head, and leaned back on the bed.
"Sorry about that, I just..."
"Naw man, don't even worry about it. Ain't nothin'."
He was hard to read, and I was feeling dumbassed. He interjected, "I was just smoking up. Mom and Dad both know I do, but I'm not supposed to when you're around. Seeing as how there's really shit to do up here, maybe if you get bored later, you can try some. Just so long as you keep it chill. This is my room, but I don't want to be a dick or anything, and I figure you can handle a little secret shit, right?"
This was almost more than I could take, given that I still was foggy on why I couldn't stop staring at him, had cottony, dry, dumb mouth, and just had this funny, weirdly twisty feeling in my belly. Of course, something was weird about him too. He just looked at me, I can't explain how, but he just... like he was checking me out, or sizing me up or something. I leaned back and pushed myself further up onto the bed, and leaned back against the headboard next to him. He was right. There would be plenty of room for the both of us. The underlying scent of fabric softener on the blankets tickled my nose, along with the cloying after-scent of the weed. I just felt uneasy, I guess, so I pushed myself right back up to my feet, and smiled lopsidedly, "I'll be back. I figured I'd go up to the lake and see it, but I won't be long."
"Whatever, Jase. Dinner's at like eight... I had to get up early and go to town this morning, so I'm sacking out early. If you want, I can take the floor, or the couch downstairs? You're looking a little spooked."
"Naaw, man. You just look... different. Like, no tail. The whole, like..." I gestured at my own body, feeling a thin sheen of sweat between my tank top and back. "You're, like, big. No offense, or nothin', but I hardly even recognized ya. You ain't gonna like, kick my ass, or have weird 'Nam flashbacks or shit like Lero-, er, uh, Uncle Leroy, are you?"
He laughed a darkly rumbling, paradoxically calming laugh, and replied, "It's cool dude. This is new to me, too. Last time I saw you, you were like, a kid. And no. No 'Nam. Just combat mechanics and logistics. Though I could snap your neck with the flick of a wrist." Sadistic smile. I figured everything would be all right now, though. Even so, it was my turn for awkwardness, feeling the insides of my ears flush.
"Yeah, I guess so. It's all new." Heaving a sigh, and making myself relax, I added, "It'll be cool. Maybe you could show me what there is to do here?"
"Yeah, man. Not like you'd get too much of a kick out of hanging with the sisters. Though some of their friends are cute." Another leer out of him.
Another awkward, blushing look back. "Heh. Whatever. I'm cool, man. I'll try to..."
"No. Just do whatever. If you want to hang with me, or you want to do whatever, just, chill and do it, okay?"
I nodded a grateful thanks at him, and answered. "Sure."
Turning away from him, I could feel his eyes on my back as I walked out of the room, and could swear they followed me down the hall, even after I shut the door behind me. It wasn't until I got into the hall that I realized I'd sprung a bone myself.
It was going to be a long, weird summer vacation.
***
I wish I could say the rest of the afternoon went by like a blur, and I had dinner, and hung out, and smoked out, and everything just was cool and totally chill, but it really wasn't. I was fucked up. I went to the bathroom, and took off my shirt, and shorts, and stood in my boxers, and thought to go swim, but then remembered I left my suit back in the room I shared with Andy. Then that bone started to come back, pushing out the front of my boxers, and tugging one of the legs of them up awkwardly. My boxers were already matted from the first boner I had, and I couldn't walk around like that, so I wet a rag with some cold water, pinched myself off until I was soft, put my shorts back on commando-style, and bailed. I left the boxers on the floor, which I didn't think too much about, and headed out shirtless to hit the lake. The trail's a good ten, twenty minutes through partial woods if you hoof it hard, and I was, trying to get my heart thumping good, and trying to get weird feelings out of my belly and head. The lake was the same as it always was, too. Crystal-frickin'-clear and cold as a witches' tit. I kicked around the bank, and chilled some, but that was boring, so it was off up on some of the other trails.
Couple of hours stumping it through the woods, and I decided to head back- sun was low in the sky; it was probably about time to eat. I can't hack the differences in daylight up at The Lake versus down in The City, though. Food was already eaten, and my aunt was having a fit, but she eased off when she saw I wasn't bear-eaten or mangled or anything.
I ate my dinner alone in the kitchen, and read some comics I'd left down there when I came in. As many people as live in that big, old house, it's pretty damned quiet most of the time, but things seemed too quiet to me after a while. When I finally bothered to look at the clock on the kitchen wall, both hands were pointing close to dead north. Almost midnight, and time had gotten away from me. Good thing there's no real curfew.
I wasn't about to complain though. It was just too weird earlier for me. Sweaty shirt tucked into the back of my jean shorts, I took off my sneakers and headed up the steps to the bathroom. I was pretty startled at my Aunt Judy's "G'night" as she passed me heading down to the first floor master bedroom. It seemed like it was going to be a good summer though. I like it when the mom-types leave me to do my thing, and so far, I had no reason to expect anything different this year. This was the least shit I'd ever caught, for spacing and bugging and hiding out.
The bathroom beckoned, but it was a hell of a shock when I turned the water on. One of the girls must've preceded me. I'm glad the yelp I cracked when the cold water hit my ass didn't wake anybody. Teeth chattering, I was kind of glad about the water, though. Those funny butterfly feelings were coming back.
I took my sweet time, and soaped up good, scratching at my skin underneath fur, and digging in good with my brush and washrag, and got myself clean. The thick, dense terrycloth of the towel I used felt good against the enlivened skin, and I tried to pass it off, but I was starting to feel those feelings again. I was stalling going to bed and I knew it. I was weirded out by my own cousin.
I guess I hadn't been paying much attention while I was in the shower, because my shirt and shorts had been snagged, and all that was left in the bathroom besides a fresh towel I hadn't gotten for myself, was my half-crusty boxers from earlier. This seemed a little weird to me, as I'd entirely forgotten about them until then... and I know they weren't in the bathroom when I went in for the shower. Fuckin' weird shit.
It was a good distraction from whatever it was that was giving me the willies though. Bending at the waist, and stepping in, one leg at a time, I pulled the boxers up to my waist, and let the elastic band snap against my six-pack. Even though the dried precum all across the crotch was a little itchy, the thin cotton felt good against my skin and fur. Opening the door and peering out into the hall, I was fortunate- no open doors, and no light but the nightlight opposite the bathroom door. My cousin had to be asleep by now, which suited me fine... and I could just slide in on my side of the bed in my boxers, snooze out, and everything would be fine.
That was the theory at least. Creeping down the hall, a dozen boards creaked, and I could feel my heartbeat throbbing in my head like a bass drum. I felt like I had elephant feet. The door to Andy's room was unlocked- good- but squealed, banshee-like, as it opened- bad. There was no real light pollution up at their place, so there was nothing to guide me towards the bed, but I had a good idea where everything was. Closing the door and padding slowly through the darkness, I had no trouble finding the foot of the bed, and then eased down towards the right hand side. Pulling down the blankets and sitting down on the edge where I'd sat earlier wasn't tough. As I reclined, though, obstructing the space where I'd planned to sleep, there was one of those arms.
The rolling in my belly came right back, worse than ever. Clammy sweat spread across palmpads, and I half-leaned, reaching to move Andy's arm. I could feel his fingers, slightly curled in slumber, against my belly as I lay on my side. Cautious, definitely paranoid, I reached down to grasp it around the wrist, but I found my hand tracing the veins of his upper forearm instead. I could feel his heart's beat through the biggest of them, but his fur was so dark, you'd never know he had veins like that if you saw him during the day. My heart railgunned in my chest, and I felt sick to my stomach, and I didn't know why. I halfheartedly grabbed his arm around the meatiest part of the forearm, and tried to push it towards the large, indistinctly sleeping shape of my cousin...and I don't know how, but something happened.
As I shifted his arm back towards his body, I felt his hand slide downward with the motion, brushing over the front of my boxers- at which time in my frenzied anxiety and fear, I was able to notice the fact that I was full on boning. Nearly six inches, kind of slightly tapered head at the tip, pushed out the front of my fly, I was even half-knotted up at the base, sheath itching like a motherfuck bunched up behind it- and it was dripping on my cousin's fucking hand, while I tried to get in bed with him. I froze up, and let go of his arm, but I didn't dare move, because I was afraid I might jizz on him, I was so keyed up, so I rested, half on my belly, half on his arm, and tried to find a place where I could rest my arm that wouldn't wake Andy. My only problem was that I was in so close to him now there wasn't anywhere to lay my arm other than -on- him. Unless I wanted to hold it up in the air like a doof. I tried that at first, but as the muscles in my arm tired from the awkward position I could feel my dick pushing onto Andy's hand harder, and -that- was bad, since now one of his fingers was actually touching my knot, and I was squirting precum on the back of his hand. Easing my arm down, my hand came to rest along the fat three-inch jut where his pecs pushed out above his belly, like, almost right between them, and my forearm arched uneasily down his own slightly convex, muscled belly. I could feel the slow in-out of his chest, rising and falling with steady, somnolent breath and counted myself lucky.
My luck ran out, though. There was a hitch in his breathing, and he started to move, body starting to roll, but instead of rolling away, he was rolling towards me. I backpedaled, nearly rolling off the bed, and my dick half-jerked, and I swear I started to shoot as I pulled away. There was a soft half-snort then, and a whisper in the darkness.
"Jase, that you."
"Yeah..." Quavering in my voice, I felt like I wanted to puke. Actually, I wanted to die right at that exact moment.
"Sorry 'bout that, dude. Didn't mean to grope you in my sleep."
My stomach hit the floor. My stomach hit the floor on the storey below.
"Uhh... n-n-no problem..."
There was a long, awkward silence. I could hear him swallow- my own swallowing sounded like the thunk of a steel door in my head.
I started to breathe again as I could feel his bulk shift on the bed, and that he was giving me more room. I asphyxiated, though, when he broke the silence.
"I can't sleep."
"Neither can I," came my too-hurried reply.
Another long lull of stillness...
"How was the lake?"
"Not bad, I guess."
More awkward lull. "See any good pussy?"
Blood rushed to my face, and my hardon, which had started to flag, popped right back up to full on hard.
"Uhh... no."
The silence was longer now than it had been ever before, or at least as much as I could perceive.
"G'night."
***
Time passed, I guess. I don't know how I did, or when I started to, but I slept. It felt good actually, because the mattress was firm, and the slightly spicy, slightly acrid guy-type scent of my cousin had a calming effect on me. It reminded me of how my dad used to smell, when he'd come back from the plant, and he'd let me sit in his lap while we'd watch football. Mom spazzed over him getting me dirty, but I didn't care. Most of the time I'd just zone out against his sweaty chest, and I'd wake up the next morning, tucked in my own bed, none the wiser or worse for wear.
There wasn't any illumination in the room, as the moon was just outside range to shine into the one window, so I still have no idea what time it was, or how long I'd slept, but from the sleep in my eyes it had to be at least a few hours. Of course, the sensation that woke me... that was a jolt. A big, strong hand, way bigger than my own, slowly stroking over my tight-cut belly, over my nipples, and over my dick and balls. I woke into a stretch, yawning and pushing my body up off the bed, arching stiff dick into the motion. The fact that it could only be a guy doing this was the furthest thing from my head. It felt better than any wet dream, and I wasn't even shooting yet.
My body shook a little, and in the pitch-blackness I'm sure my cousin could hear my breath catch, and there was a momentary pause before I felt a finger at my lips, beckoning me to silence. I didn't care if he wanted me to keep quiet, or yell, or what, as long as he kept doing what he was doing.
The bed's springs creaked ever so slightly under the movement of a heavy weight, and I could feel not one, but two hands stroking from my chest down either side of my belly, and cupping my dick and balls. Slowly, the bricklike meat of my cousin's chest came to rest against my side, half leaning against me... and under the big cliff of his chest, and the rounded, undulating bulge of his belly, I could feel what felt like a fucking dishsoapsoaked baseball bat. It had to be his dick. I don't know what came over me, that my hand wormed away from my side, and tried to find its way around the breadth, but it did. I jerked the fatly flared, broad dickhead, not even able to wrap my fingers all the way around, and I could feel the titanic body against me quake. The bedsprings were mercifully silent as the canine-slick squirting of the bigger dick soaked down my hip and upper thigh....and his hands against my chest froze. Their grip almost made me yelp as he pumped sharply ten, maybe twelve times...and I did bark, sharp sound against the raunchy squish of his dick against my hand and leg, as he pushed his body, more or less on top of me, belly to belly. The meaty fist of his dick pulled away from my hand as his body pinned mine, and another four or five hard, wet thrusts and it felt like someone had spilled a quart of heavy cream all over my lap. Thick gouts of juice actually made my nuts ache in pain as they shot up between my legs so hard. It was all over so quickly that I didn't know what to do. More of the cum spattered up across my belly, barest shimmer of a gleam as moonlight spilled into view through the window, illuminating the liquid pooled in the creases of my abs, and I could see the silhouette of the giant frame of my cousin as he frantically tried to push himself away from me.
It all happened so fast, I didn't know what to do... didn't know what to say, or indeed if there -was- anything I could say. My heartbeat rang in my ears, alarm bells in my skull, but I didn't feel sick like I had before. I wanted him to do it again. I tried to reach out to touch him, but all I could find was the gargantuan expanse of his back, big rottie panting madly in the now-humid darkness. I found his arm, and tried to pull him onto his back, but he jerked away roughly. I could feel the joints in my shoulders pop from the intensity of his pulling away. I tried once more...but he pulled away again. So there, soaked from my belly to my thighs in my cousin's jizz, I just held still. I didn't feel like puking, I wasn't afraid, my stomach wasn't rolling- but because I felt so alone, so disappointed, I wished I could cry. My cock ached against my stomach, harder than it ever had throbbed before and I felt sticky, and overheated... and I wanted more. Balling up my fists, I lunged for the shape of my cousin to hit him as hard as I could. When my fists met the exaggerated cannonball shapes of his arm and shoulder, I was completely unprepared for the swiftness with which he caught my wrists, first one, then the other, in the iron grip of his nearer hand. Struggling and panting to pull away from his gasp, it took him jerking my arms so hard they nearly dislocated to get me to stop fighting him.
I felt his hand release my wrists, and I could feel the lump in my throat rise and tense. A scream begged to be let loose that I didn't dare utter, because I wanted so badly for what was happening to keep happening. My breath caught, and I nearly choked on it, the tears failing to come, as I felt the bed move, and shift... something was happening that I couldn't quite see. A moment's more movement, and I could feel the shift of Andy's entire body, his hand finding my lips once more. Another finger guided me to stay quiet, then the same big hand that I'd been caught up in stroked up along my chest, half-lifting and pushing at my side, as if to get me to get up.
His hand never left my side as I rolled, confusion reigning, lump still throbbing in my throat, hardon long gone, onto my side, then onto all fours on the bed. His hand slid forward and found my upper arm, pulling me towards him, so I shifted on my knees and moved like he seemed to want me to. I don't know why I did, but it felt like the right thing to do... that all I needed to do in the world was obey him, do as he wanted me to. As I shifted, I found him, too, up on his hands and knees, my hand tracing over his waist. As I tentatively explored I could feel his short fur hot, and the broad surface of his flexed lat. I felt him reach, grasping my hand, and guiding me closer to him. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do, especially once my smaller body nudged against his, in identical position on all fours, but he helped me understand. In the darkness I couldn't see him, but I could feel him- the slow undulation of his breathing, and then his hand, reaching back to push up at my chest. My eyes had to have crossed, because I didn't know what he wanted and it took a long moment, his steady hand stroking my chest, before I caught on to slide behind him and against his rear. When I'm alone, I can close my eyes, and feel the way it felt- wrapping my arms around him from behind and "stepping" forward on my knees. I could feel the roughness of a scar right about the cleft of his rear where his tail had been cropped for the sake of his military service. I had to push myself up further to begin to slide atop him, balancing myself on my toes as my slender chest came to rest against his much wider, dauntingly muscled back. It had completely failed to occur to me what he might want to be doing in this, so I had to nip him to stifle the yap as I felt my dormant sheath come to rest up against the cleft of his rear- instinct was beginning to teach me.
Andy chuckled softly in the darkness, and I could feel him sigh, relieved, happy, and delighted, as I squirmed. I felt a tight, tugging, achy feeling in my groin, way up behind my cock, way up inside, and my arms wrapped around the twin slabs of his chest as instinct began to take over. His breath was tense, held abjectly silent as my stomach muscles began to twitch, as my haunches began to first quiver, then thrust, then hump, feral and untamed, with a hindbrain hunger to fuck. I didn't know what I was doing, but my body did, cock filling out my sheath, jutting out and squirting precum, silvery in moonlight against my cousin's big black haunches. My own haunches, slender and boyish, slapped against the hard muscle of his. His large, fleshy rump squeezing down, my older cousin's hole begging for my cock. I tried five or six tentative thrusts before instinct took over, and I gave three or four punchfuck, slamming thrusts, hugging desperately tight to his mammoth body. Then the floodgates opened, and the deluge came. My toes scrabbled at the blankets, every muscle in my body straining, pushing, and focusing on driving my whole cock inside him as far as it would go. I just held on, tight as I could, pumping and thrusting with all my strength. I could hear him grunt, whining as sometimes my cock would flex, and pop, missing its target, but no more than a minute, two, of my frantic pumping, sweat soaking me, tongue lolling against the ponderous strength of cousin's back, and my knot finally caught on an inward thrust. I bit Andy. I didn't mean to, but it was either bite him, or scream and wake everybody in the house and end this, and that couldn't be. I felt my knot catching in Andy's tightly spasming tail hole, and fucked him with it through three, maybe four thrusts, before I tied to him. Fiercely I fucked him still, trying to drive my hips- hell, my entire body inside him as the first non-wetdream jolts of my cum pulsed their way into his ass. Lying there on top of him, feeling my arms and legs go slack, it was just like hitting the bottom of a giant rollercoaster hill as he let his arms and legs buckle beneath him, pulling my body down atop his now prone, panting, sated form.
I don't know how many times it played out that way, that night. I lost count somewhere around nine or ten. I'd be tied up inside him, and he'd milk me, or squeeze me, and keep me hard, and I'd just keep pumping, or we'd doze a little, and when I'd feel my dick slipping out of him, would start fucking him again. He loved it when I'd hold on to his cock while I'd breed him, with him up on all fours. I didn't care, as long as I got to fuck.
In the weird miasma of memories that night, I remember him whispering to me that he loved me, and thanking me, and telling me I could do "it" whenever I wanted to. It'd be our summer, and everything would all be good.. I think I feel the same way about him... I mean, I've never known a girl who was big like him and his dick's cool to play with too.
That next day, when we finally woke up around noon, we had to be extra careful when we did it again. People were awake and doing stuff, and while we held our breath and tried to be quiet, I could hear them downstairs talking and moving around. It was worth it, though, to do it in the light, so we could see what we looked like. Up until then I never knew why the mirror on his dresser was pointed the way it was, reflecting back on the bed. Watching how strong he was, and how his body flexed, and just held up like a rock underneath me no matter how hard and rough I pumped was a big, big kick. Seeing that even next to a big guy like him, I look pretty ripped, and cut, and sharp, makes me feel ten feet tall. It probably doesn't help me stay humble that all I have to do is show hard for him through my shorts or trunks or whatever, or leave the bathroom door a little open so he can see my dick, and he gets that look and wants me to do him.
Even with all that fun, I never got him to let me be on bottom that night, not even for the rest of that whole week. He wouldn't even tell me why, but I think it's something bigger than him being, well, bigger. He won't able to resist forever, though.
I may be smaller than he is, but I can still kick ass if I've got to, and I've got a plan. That's something else I should tell you about later though. Tonight I'm going to do it, and he's not going to be able to stop me, this time. I don't want him to have -all- the fun, after all. Out the window right now, I can see him carrying hunks of wood from the edge of the backyard to the woodpile near the house. I give him an hour, two hours tops, before he comes looking for me.
Or not.
Gotta go! Later!