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i awoke with a sense of dread. it was the day we would be going to the family reunion. i grabbed my suitcase and hopped into the car, prepared for the eight hour drive to the family compound. it was owned by the rich, rich, rich, old uncle-cousin-something-removed. we arrived in terrible spirits, my parents fighting, my sister complaining, and i wishing i was back home. That was until i saw him... he walked up from the lake, wet as can be, fluid dripping down his muscular chest and slipping under his shorts. he looked like sex itself. -"Kyle!" I turned quickly, and saw my rambunctious uncle dennis. I walked toward him and engaged in a friendly embrace. -"Hi uncle Dennis!" He stepped back and stared at me for a while. -"You must've grown five inches since i saw you. You're about a head taller than me now." That wouldn't be hard. uncle dennis was strong and masculine, but stout as well. Still, with a well developed hairy chest and amazingly thick thighs, he was still a handsome older wrestler-bear man. -"Thanks. Hey, do you know what the competition is this year?" -"Nope. Uncle Harold's gonna tell us all tonight at the campfire. -Hey, Johnny!" As i watched uncle dennis' beautiful buttocks move along as he went up to another distant cousin, my thoughts drifted to what the completion would be. every reunion the family held a competition, decided by uncle harold, which pitted three teams against one another. the kids didn't get involved, but every team i was assigned to always won. I wondered how we would be divided up this time. -"Kyle, get movin' we want to unpack before the campfire!" I moved hastily to my dad's request, and got my bunk assignment. That was a big part of the reunion too. Uncle Harold always made sure we would be separated from our closest family; so we could meet up with new relatives. This arrangement also helped foreshadow how we would be divided. finally i reached my room, on the second floor of the apartment-like complex(the hallway was outside, and each room had no kitchen, or real bathroom), in B6. i opened the door and was surprised to see someone i knew well. Two of my cousins whom i knew were there, Tim and Pat. I had roomed with them previously, and i knew them outside the reunions. They were close family, and we had even gone on trips together. there were two other guys, whom i also knew, but not that well. There was Jim, a big, Black-Irish(Dark Hair, fair skin, light eyes) guy nearing 21, who was kind of quiet, but awfully mischievous. it was he who had caused the last reunion to be cut short when a boat loaded with alcohol caught fire during a diner-dance. Then there was Mike. he was also big, but not as tall as his brother. he was a wrestler, ten-twenty pounds extra padding, and black hairs which nearly covered the upper portion of his chest, and trickled down below the waistband of his shorts, which showed off his immensely hairy calves. i found it quite odd that bothers were together, but before i could ask we were whisked off to the campfire. it was late at night. A huge bonfire burning in a shallow hole in the ground provided most illumination. uncle harold, sitting in his wheelchair, began his speech about how it might be his last reunion(he began saying that eleven reunions ago), and how we might never get together again like this( he started saying that before i was born), and then traced our family history from a monkey to our modern day lazy, half-upright relatives(to old for my dad to know). he then began to talk about the competitions. They would be tough, they would be strenuous, they would test our will. my uncle James rubbed my shoulder as harold spoke. i began to relax. james was only about 27, but he just seemed so much more commanding. he had this happy demeanor that got everybody excited. he got really into these competitions, and as uncle harold began to describe them, i could feel james' grip getting stronger, tighter, more urgent. I have to admit, it was enticing, having this strong, muscular, thick, hairy italian massaging me. i rubbed his knee, then his thigh, in return. the feel of his leg muscles rippling was more than enough for me. i had a popy, and needed to release. i realized the meeting was dispersing, and began to walk ip to my room. time joined me, grabbing me around the waist as he ran to catch up. We were both nearly the same age, but very different. i was tall, lanky, dark-haired and freckled; he was shorter, bigger, with formerly blonde hair now turning brown, and tan to, well, i only saw his package once, and at the age we were when we revealed ourselves, there's not much to see. he and i joked around as we walked down the path toward our little establishment, terrorizing the younger kids as they went past. Tim began to walk up the stairs, and i locked my eyes onto that firm, wide rump. he turned to me, and i half-expected to be caught, but he instead asked me if i wanted to go down to the lake. i replied yes, and we both slipped into the woods. the lake was small, and warm, never dropping below 75, even in winter. it was there that we heard kids would skinny-dip. When we reached the waters edge tim tossed of his sandals and touched to water with his toe, wriggling with delight. i grabbed him and threw him to the ground. we laughed and yelled at each other as we rolled on the sandy shoreline. out of nowhere sprang mike, who suggested that, if we weren’t ashamed of our little dicks, we could swim in the buff. to prove ourselves, or for me, to have an excuse to stare at them, we all undressed. as i watched tim peel off his shirt to reveal a nicely defined pair of sagging pecs, i wondered how much he had, ahem, grown. i was shocked by what i saw. five inches of soft man meat plopped out of his boxers, slapping against his smooth, gymnast thighs. mike was next, he ripped off his shirt with a war cry to show his manly hair, which had grown in area and thickness since i last saw. he was a little more subdued with the confining jean shorts, and by the time he was tugging at his boxer-briefs, he was giving sheepish chuckles. i was last, but quick. i was slim yes, but no defined abs. still, it was solid, and my slim body nicely accentuated my 4in soft 6in hard cock. we all dove in, eager to remove the tension standing naked on a beach brings. there was the usual amount of hores play, laughing, pointing, and the like. we all grew quiet as loud, strange noises erupted from a cove a few yards from where we were. we swam over to the commotion only to find a big surprise. Uncle dennis and uncle james goin' at it like they were gods! continued: