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He was wearing red boardshorts and no shirt, revealing his tattoo around his large bicep and his nipple piercing. Austin woke me up and pointed out the telling bulge in my shorts with a snicker. The loose shorts I was wearing did nothing to hide nine inches of rock hard cock while I dozed. I lay out on the lounger by the pool and dozed off, which would have been fine except I happened to have an extremely graphic and dirty dream about some or all of the boys I previously mentioned. Since it looked like Dallas and Austin were going to stick around I put the second idea on hold, for the time being. I felt like either lounging by the pool all day or trying to get laid. Logan had to go to some practice for most of the day. It was a hot summer day and I had the day off. My first sexual fantasies were about him, many years ago, and they never really went away. Austin was a bleach-blonde surfer of 18, and he was the only one who knew I was gay. And he wasn't alone: my cousin Austin was here visiting as well, and he didn't hurt the scenery one bit. For whatever reason he had a penchant for wearing nothing but underwear while home on vacation around the house. This meant I had more eye candy: while Logan and I were tan blonde swimmers Dallas was a muscular brown-haired football quarterback. I heard someone in the kitchen, then remembered my older brother Dallas was home from college for the week. His short blonde hair outlined his handsome, devastatingly sexy face on top of that physical perfection.Īs soon as Logan went into the shower I pulled on a loose pair of shorts and went downstairs shirtless. (I was blessed with almost nine inches, which didn't seem fair). Whenever I could, I loved getting a glimpse of his astonishing ten inch cock. We were both serious swimmers and water polo players so both of us had developed nice smooth tan muscled bodies, and I loved watching his six pack abs and round pecs flex as he changed. Logan was 18, about a year younger than was I. I lay in my bed on my back, the cover over my waist, watching my brother change across the room.