"Didn't bring a bathing suit," I told my cousin Dennis after he suggested we take a swim before it got dark.
"Don't need one back here," Dennis said as he continued to undress, and I tried not to look when his underwear came down and he was naked.
It's tough not to look though, so I took a peek at my cousin, and probably did a double take when I saw how skinny his cock was, although it was plenty long. My actions didn't seem to faze Dennis, who stood there making no effort to hide himself while waiting for me to undress.
It was about then when I realized that what I had suspected, and what had been rumored about in the family for a while, was true. Dennis was gay. That didn't bother me, and in fact was the reason I had taken my cousin up on the invitation to join him for a weekend of backwoods camping out here just north of Long Lake.
I had convinced myself around that time that I was not gay, but I was coming to terms with the fact that I wasn't straight either. It had taken me 18 years to actually admit it, but after a friend from school invited me to his house one afternoon while his folks were at work last month and introduced me to the pleasures of another guy's flesh, I wanted more.
I took my time undressing while Dennis waited and pretended not to look, and it took all of my willpower to keep from getting hard as I stepped out of my shorts and underwear. Pretending not to notice my cousin staring at my cock, I let him get a good look at it before heading toward the water because I was actually getting hard from being stared at like that.
At 5'9" and almost 200 pounds, I wasn't exactly an Adonis, but if I shed a few pounds I suspected I would look pretty good. Nothing like Dennis, who was about my height but at least 50 pounds lighter, and was probably attractive enough to be a model. It felt weird to be thinking about another guy being attractive but Dennis was, and the fact that I liked him only added to it.
We splashed around the water as the afternoon started to turn into evening, and when we started to roughhouse a little and our bodies tangled together under the water I felt my dick getting hard. I made every effort to make sure I didn't hit Dennis with my boner as we took turns dunking each other under the surface.
Thankfully, Dennis excused himself and went over to the little beach near out tent, and it was then that I decided that I needed to do something about my rather obvious arousal. As Dennis rummaged through his backpack, my hand went down between my legs.
As subtly as I could I moved my fist up and down the length of my cock, and by the time Dennis started walking back into the water I was ejaculating into the pond while pretending it was Dennis jacking me off, all the while watching his dick wiggle around. It might not have been the best thing to do environmentally, but it felt great and got rid of what would have been an embarrassing erection.
Dennis had a cigarette in his hand and was holding it up as he got out to where I was standing in shoulder-high water. When he got close I noticed that it wasn't a cigarette but was a joint.
"Like weed?" Dennis asked, and after I told him I was game but my hands were wet and came up next to me and held it to my lips.
"Gonna be a muggy night," Dennis said as I took a hit, and the fact that our bodies were touching did not escape my attention, nor did the realization that I did not back off from the contact. "Maybe we'll be better off sleeping out under the stars."
"Maybe," I replied after exhaling, and then I wondered whether it would get a lot more than muggy at the campsite tonight.
Maybe the stories about Dennis were wrong. Perhaps he was just a nice guy who people spread rumors about. Sure, he was a little androgynous looking, and it was odd that he didn't seem to have any body hair except for a little tuft above his dick. At 19 he was a year older than me, so he had to have it. Did he shave his armpits and legs?
I had to admit Dennis looked cool with his body so sleek and smooth, even though that made me feel even more like a bear with my chubby body having hair sprouting out just about everywhere.
"You okay, man?" Dennis was asking, stirring me from my daydream, having been offering me the joint while I fantasized about my cousin's body.
"Yeah. Sorry. It's just so nice and quiet back here," I said.
"I've come up here plenty of times, and I hardly ever seen a soul. It's like we've got our own private pond."
Eventually we decided to come to shore, and as we decided whether or not to make dinner we sat on the rocks to dry off.
"You hungry?"
"Not really," I said, even though all I had eaten was a granola bar on the hike in a few hours ago. "I need to lose weight anyway."
"You're looking good, Bobby," Dennis said. "Looks like you've lost weight since I saw you last."
"Maybe," I said while trying not to look at my cousin's dick hanging there while imagining what Dennis would feel like in my hand.
Apparently I failed, because in a minute or so I noticed Dennis staring at me while I stared at him. Dennis didn't say anything about where my eyes were, but he turned the conversation to a rather personal area.
"Must be nice," Dennis suggested as he gestured down between my legs. "To have a big cock, I mean."
I suspect my face turned red as I stammered and stuttered while trying to tell him that it wasn't all that big, and besides, what difference did it make if you never used it?
"You a virgin?" Dennis asked, and I confessed that while I wasn't, there was only one notch on my bedpost. One girl's pussy, two girl's mouths, and Todd, but I made no mention of any names.
"Didn't think so", Dennis said. "But damn! Bet you're twice as big as I am. Here. Stand up. Hold yours up."
I got up and looked around at the deserted lake and woods that surrounded us, and as my cousin held his dick up over mine, I knew that something was going to be happening.
"See?"
I looked down at my cousin's cock, and while mine was noticeably thicker there was not any great difference in length, although that was rapidly changing because Dennis was getting hard as our dicks touched. As he rubbed his cock against mine and I saw the look on his face, I realized the real reason Dennis was standing there like that was not to see who was bigger but instead simply providing a reason for us to make physical contact.
"You know I'm gay, don't you Bobby?" Dennis said as he squeezed our cocks together, his erect prong hot against my flaccid member.
"Uh - I guess," I mumbled, continuing to hold my dick while Dennis started to rub the tip of his into my opening.
"Pretty cool - you coming up here to camp with me despite knowing that."
"Don't know - whether it - whether it," I gasped, the sensation of the two cocks rubbing as he drooled pre-cum over my tip sending shivers through my body. "Whether it was despite that - or because of that."
"You mean?" Dennis asked, stunned at what he thought might be a confession. "You are too?"
"Don't know," I said honestly, hypnotized by the sight that was occurring down below our waists. "Only messed around with one guy."
"And you liked it?" Dennis asked, and after I nodded Dennis added, "Do you like what I'm doing now? Seems like I'm liking this more than you are."
"I like this. Like it a lot," I said, and then confessed about what I had done out in the lake, which was the reason my cock wasn't hard like his was, although that was starting to change with every passing second.
"You jerked off out there?"
