Boy Cousins
I don't know why I have been thinking about my cousins lately. I don't know. I don't see any of them much any more, hardly ever, never. All of us, the three families used to go away over Xmas for weeks on end down at the beach water skiing and sailing our yachts. The three of the families had beach houses down the lakes, fibro shacks each next to the other one. The other two cousins shacks were, actually, attached, ours was detached, but right next to the other two.
I had hot boy cousins.
There wa the other Josh Grant. There are two of us, two Josh Grants. Big Josh and Little Josh. I was always Little Josh, despite the two of us only being a couple a year apart in age. I think Big Josh was 17 and I was 16 when we first got a bit drunk and explored what the other one had down his shorts. He was big Josh alright.
He and I were most alike. Both with long wavy dark hair, he had blue eyes and I had green. We were both kind of quiet, people call us solid, that is in personality, not build. We were both considered deep thinkers, and contemplative, and when we spoke we had interesting things to say.
Myles was the preppy goody goody, not exactly deliberately, it wasn't anything he did, he was just naturally the blond haired blue-eyed good boy. He used to wear those high sided nylon speedos that used to hand down full at the front and used to go transparent when wet across his arse. They used to drive me to distraction. Myles had a really pretty cock, you know, like him.
And there was Jimmy. Jimmy was the jock who went on to play AFL for a short period of time, as, I believe, he was better with his fist skills than his ball skills. He used to wear those short running shots that use to cut away kind of shear across his hot arse, they used to drive me nuts. Jimmy had a huge banana shaped cock that used to bend up to his stomach as hard as granite.
I had hot boy cousins.
There wa the other Josh Grant. There are two of us, two Josh Grants. Big Josh and Little Josh. I was always Little Josh, despite the two of us only being a couple a year apart in age. I think Big Josh was 17 and I was 16 when we first got a bit drunk and explored what the other one had down his shorts. He was big Josh alright.
He and I were most alike. Both with long wavy dark hair, he had blue eyes and I had green. We were both kind of quiet, people call us solid, that is in personality, not build. We were both considered deep thinkers, and contemplative, and when we spoke we had interesting things to say.
Myles was the preppy goody goody, not exactly deliberately, it wasn't anything he did, he was just naturally the blond haired blue-eyed good boy. He used to wear those high sided nylon speedos that used to hand down full at the front and used to go transparent when wet across his arse. They used to drive me to distraction. Myles had a really pretty cock, you know, like him.
And there was Jimmy. Jimmy was the jock who went on to play AFL for a short period of time, as, I believe, he was better with his fist skills than his ball skills. He used to wear those short running shots that use to cut away kind of shear across his hot arse, they used to drive me nuts. Jimmy had a huge banana shaped cock that used to bend up to his stomach as hard as granite.
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