Kent tried to see above the other people standing at the arrival gates at Arlanda Airport in Stockholm. At just 5 feet 7, he wasn’t tall for being a Swede, and right now he wished he was. A man in front of him must have seen whoever he was waiting for and moved out of the way. Kent quickly took his place at the front. The doors slid open, and another few passengers came through, but not the person he was waiting for. The doors opened again, and there he was.

“Magnus, Magnus, I’m here,” Kent yelled, waving his arms.

His cousin Magnus saw him and lit up. “Hey, let me come around; meet me over there.” He said and pointed.

Kent pushed his way through the crowd and walked to where Magnus's hand pointed. They reached the spot at the same time.

“Dude, it's so nice to see you again,” said Magnus and hugged Kent.

“Fuck, yeah. Two years it has been. I had hoped you would have come back last summer.”

Magnus picked up his suitcase, and they began to walk to the parking lot. “You know my dad wanted to do that road trip he had always wanted.”

“How was it?”

“Great, actually, it's something else to see America from the road. You really get a good feel for it when you visit small towns.”

When they reached the car, which was a black BMW 330 convertible, Kent said, “Do you want to drive?”

“Dude, I don’t have a driver's license. Remember, we live in New York; I don’t need one.”

“Right, so your dad drove all the way?”

“Sure did, and I enjoyed every mile of not driving.”

They drove out of the airport and got on the E4 highway heading to Stockholm. The traffic was light, being a Tuesday afternoon, so the trip to Vaxholm didn’t take more than forty minutes. They parked and then made their way to the marina.

“Check her out. My dad bought her earlier this year,” said Kent and pointed at a 40-foot cruiser.

Magnus whistled. “What a beautiful boat. What's her top speed?”

“Let’s find out!”

They slowly coasted out of the marina and through the waterway out to more open water before Kent pushed the boat on plane. He had to scream over the roar of the twin V8 outboards.

“I love this shit!”

Magnus gave him two thumbs up and then leaned closer to the speedometer. The numbers rolled, and when they passed forty knots, Kent slowed down, and they ended up cruising at thirty knots.

They drove mostly in silence for almost an hour before Kent began to slow down. Up ahead was an island that Magnus knew too well. The cousins had spent all their summers there as children, playing in the woods, fishing from the rocks, and making hot dogs over an open fire. Life was easy back then, nothing to worry about.

Magnus jumped off, and Kent threw him the lines. “Do you still remember how to tie a knot, or have you forgotten that, city slicker?”

“Screw you, I have forgotten more knots than you have ever known. Are your parents here?”

“No, they are in the city for a couple of days. I’m sorry, it’s just you and me for your birthday tomorrow. I can't believe you are finally eighteen.”

Magnus tilted his head. Very funny, you are just two months older than I.”

“Yes, and that means I’m old enough to buy beer, wine, and vodka.”

Magnus followed Kent and wondered why his cousin was still a bit pudgy. He wasn’t big, but just a few more kilos than a guy his age should have. He himself was in great shape, mostly because he played sports in school and went to the gym with his older sister, who was a gym nut.

The villa wasn’t that big. It had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. Through the windows, the view of the sea was amazing. The island was in what was called the outer archipelago. There were just a few more islands than the open sea until you reached Finland. There was one more house on the island, but it had been deserted for decades. It was an isolated place to be, but for Magnus, it was heaven. He liked New York, but there were so many people around. He needed these couple of months to stay here with his cousin and his family.

While Magnus took a nap after his long flight, Kent got the BBQ ready on the porch and had a beer, and then another. He was so happy to have Magnus back in his life, even if it was for the summer. He was like a brother to him. Even though they stayed in almost daily contact through email and chat, it wasn’t the same as having him here.

After a couple of hours, he knocked on the bedroom door. “Time to wake up, or you won’t sleep tonight. Let’s eat.”

“Tell me about that chick you dated,” asked Kent after finishing his second hamburger.

“Denise? Well, it started well enough. We dated a couple of weeks, movies, dinners, you know.”

“Any of the good stuff?” said Kent and winked his eye.

“Nah, as far as we got was her stroking me and me fingering her. She was quite boring, to be honest. After two months, I suggested we have sex, but she said no, and not long afterwards she broke off. She said I was coming on too strong.”

“That’s bullshit, I mean, how long does a guy have to wait?”

“You have waited all your life and are still waiting, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, it sucks. I made out with this one girl at a party, which I told you about, but nothing since then.”

“Why, you are a nice guy?”

“Shit, if I knew, maybe because I’m short and don’t have a great body.”

“You can’t help being short, but you can work out, so that’s not an excuse, dude.”

Kent sighed. “I know, but since you left, I haven’t really met someone I like to hang out with. The dudes at school are alright, but it’s not you.”

“Ah, that’s so sweet of you, honey.”

“Fuck you, you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, it’s not easy for me either. I have more acquaintances than real friends. People I hang out with, go to parties, but no real close friends.”

They continued talking about their day-to-day lives, and as the sun set at almost ten at night, they cleaned up and went to bed.

Magnus was up first and made breakfast for himself and Kent. He had missed Swedish bread, cheese, and a bunch of other foods he knew he would enjoy during the coming months.

“Hey, did you sleep alright?” said Kent and took a sip from the OJ on the table. Magnus was already eating, and he said, “Like a baby. What do you say about going down to the dock for a swim?”

“Sounds great. The water might be a bit cold since we are in June, but I won’t chicken out.”

The sun had warmed up the boards on the dock, so when they lay down on their towels, the warmth seeped through. There was no wind, and it didn’t take long before they were sweating.

“I'm jumping in,” said Kent, and got up and dove in. Magnus was right behind him.

“Fuck, it's not cold; it’s freezing,” said Magnus when he had shaken the water out of his hair. He and Kent were treading water a few yards off the dock.

“Yeah, you are right, let's get out of here.”

“What’s it like to have a girl stroke your dick?” said Kent as he lay down on the towel again.

“Good, man, fucking good.”

“Shit, I need that. Do you know what the only thing that sucks with this island?”

“No.”

“No girls. Just imagine if there were a couple of hot ones living on the other side. We could visit them, or they could come here, and we could fuck all day.”

Magnus chuckled. “You are assuming they would want to fuck us.”

“Hey, don’t mess with my fantasy, alright.”

Magnus lifted his head and looked at his cousin, who lay a bit in front of him. He saw that the front of his shorts was formed like a tiny tent. “Dude, stop fantasizing, you are getting a hard-on, what the fuck man?”

“Sorry, it was just a good fantasy. This one girl, she sucked my dick, like forever. Really, a sloppy blowjob as they do in porn.”

Denise had once kissed Magnus dick, and in that moment, he had thought she would suck him, but she didn’t. The memory made his dick go hard.

“Dude, stop, now I have a hard on as well.”

They both laughed, and then Kent said, “But seriously, we need to find some girls who might want to come over next time my parents are in the city.”

“Look around you; there are none for miles. As far as I can remember, there is old Mr. Larsson over there on that island, which he shares with that banker on the other side, and he has sons. In the other direction, you got the Persson family, and their kids are grown up and much older than us.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I need pussy. I need a blow job, I need to stick my dick into a nice, shaved pussy. This is so goddam frustrating.”

Magnus laughed at Kent’s outburst about his sexual frustration. “Chill, dude, it will happen when it happens. Meanwhile, I guess you have to do what I do, jerk off to some porn.”

Kent sighed. “That’s just so sad, you know.”

“What, jerking off? Shit, I like it and do it quite often, even when I was dating Denise.”

“I don’t remember you doing that when you lived in Sweden.”

“Nah, I did, but not that often. Remember, I used to share my bedroom with my sister. In New York, I have my own.”

“Well, since you like to jerk off so much, why don’t you do me the favor?”

“Fuck off, I’m not gay, and you know it. Plus, you are my cousin.”

To Magnus's surprise, Kent pushed down his shorts, and his dick popped out. Kent began to stroke it slowly.

“What the fuck, man, stop, I’m right here.”

“What’s the problem? Before you left, you and I used to jerk together while watching porn; did you forget that?”

“No, but since I’m older now, I think it was weird.”

“Lots of guys do it, and it’s not gay.”

Kent began to move his hand faster, and his body moved as well. A few moans slipped out, and Magnus couldn’t take his eyes off him. When they had done it before, they would sit with blankets over their legs, hiding their dicks from each other while staring at the porn clip that was playing on the computer.

“Oh, oh, fuck, fuck, here it comes,” moaned Kent.

Magnus watched as Kent shot three squirts that landed on his stomach. His dick stayed hard as he got up and walked to the edge of the dock. He jumped in, and when he came up, he said, “That was nice and relaxing.”

Magnus was trying to hide his erection. What had begun as just a light hardness had grown to a rock-hard erection while he watched Kent. He was not going to show that. “I’ll pass, dude; maybe later I get in the water again.”

Kent came back up, and instead of putting on his shorts, he lay down naked on the towel. His dick was limp again. “Ahh, fuck, that felt so good. If you want to, go ahead, I won’t judge.”

Magnus slid his hand inside his shorts and began to stroke his cock. It felt so good, but he was a bit nervous having Kent next to him. It had been a couple of years since they had jerked off together. To ease the situation, he said, “You know the one thing I didn’t like about how Denise stroked me?”

“What was that?”

“She would always stop just as I came. You don’t know this, but I shoot a lot and quite far, but she would just cut it off sort of.”

“Man, that sucks. Why did she do that?”

“I have no clue. I asked her to continue through the orgasm, but she never did. The same thing when I was fingering her. As soon as I felt her pussy contract around my finger, she would use a hand to push me out.”

“Fuck, don’t talk about fingering a woman, I’m getting another hard on.”

Magnus glanced over, and sure enough, Kent’s cock was rising to the occasion. He was so close he could see how the head slid out from under the foreskin and grew dark red. It was larger than his, but the overall length of Kent’s dick was shorter. The first time Denise had seen Magnus’s dick, she had gotten a ruler and measured it. Just over eight inches.

“Was she shaved? What did her pussy look like?” said Kent in almost a whisper.

“Dude, are you going to use my Ex-girlfriend to jerk off to?”

“Why not? It’s the closest to the real thing. C’mon, and don’t spare me the details.”

“She wasn’t completely shaved; she had a tuft of hair just above the clit. Her lips were quite small, but her clit was large. She would get quite wet, but when I fingered her, she was tight.”

Magnus had hardly finished the last word when Kent tensed and shot another load. “Ah, fuck, thanks man, that was kind of you.”

“You are weird dude. You owe me. The day you get to fuck your first pussy or at least finger it, you have to tell me.”

“Sure, I promise.” He got up and dove into the water, and when he came back up, he walked over, naked, to where Magnus lay. Looking up, Magnus had his cousin's dick dropping water on him.

“Hey, get away from me!”

Kent laughed. “If you had been a girl, I bet you would have begun to suck my clean cock right away.”

“Dickhead! Why don’t you run back to the house and get us some fishing rods? There might be pike around.”

Kent got a bite but lost the fish close to the dock and swore. “Nom pussy, no pike, this sucks!”

Magnus laughed. “If it will make you feel better, I have salmon in the fridge for lunch. How does that sound?”

“Great, let's go. We can try in the afternoon again.”

After lunch, the boys sat on their porch with their phones. Kent was talking to his parents, and Magnus was talking to his. When he was done, he did what he often did and opened a porn site.

“Kent, what’s your favorite porn?”

“Not sure, now that you ask. I guess I like teens being fucked, and lesbian teens are hot too. What about you?”

“Lately it has been BBC.”

Kent laughed. “That’s odd.”

“I guess, but there is something so sexy about watching the girls sucking and being fucked by those massive cocks.”

“But why BBC, why not white dicks?”

“Aren’t that many; BBC is easier to search and saves me time.”

Kent nodded; it made sense. “Did Denise think your cock was big?”

“No idea, she measured it once, eight inches she said.”

“Well, since you didn’t fuck her and she didn’t give you a BJ, we will never know.”

“What about you?”

“Me what?”

“Dick size of course.”

“Seven or seven and a half maybe. But what I lack in length I make up in girth.” He laughed and pulled down his short letting his limp dick hang out. It was girthy, even slack, and Magnus thought that it would stretch a pussy or a teen’s mouth quite well.

“Looks good,” he said and then regretted his words.

Kent tilted his head. “What was that you said?”

“I meant that it looks good, for a girl to be fucked by.”

“I don’t think that is what you meant, buddy.”

Magnus blushed and took a sip from his soda before answering. “I didn’t mean anything weird ok. Can’t a dude recognize that another dude has a good-looking dick? It’s no different than two girls giving each other compliments on their boobs.”

“I guess not. It wasn’t something I was expecting you to say. Why do you think it looks good?”

“Fuck, Kent, what’s wrong with you?”

While he spoke, he noticed that Kent’s dick was slowly thickening and the head was threatening to slide out.”

“Nothing, I’m just curious. It sounds like you have a lot of experience in judging dicks. Where did you pick that up?”

“I play soccer, baseball, and go to the gym. Of course I have seen dicks.”

“So, tell me, what is good with mine?”

By now his dick was half erect and slowly moving forward to be fully erect.

“The head is quite large, larger than mine; that shaft is girthy, you are shaved like me. Yeah, what can I say, it’s a handsome cock.”

Kent looked down at his fully erected cock and then back at his cousin. “Fuck dude, you just gave me a hard on!”

Magnus laughed. “You got a hard on before when I told you about what Denise did.”

“True, well I’m not wasting this hard cock. See you in a bit.”

Kent got up and headed to the bathroom, and after a couple of minutes Magnus heard him moan. In his mind, he could see Kent jerking off and squirting down the toilet bowl before wiping that good-looking cock head.

“Ah, so much better. Here, I brought you another soda,” said Kent as he sat down again.

“How much cum do you produce, man? That’s the third time in a few hours.”

Kent shrugged his shoulders. “What can I say, I’m full of cum and ready to squirt.”

“No shit.”

In the afternoon they tried fishing again, but there was no bite, so they went for a walk across the island to the old house and looked around. It seemed that someone had lived there not too long ago. There was a campfire, and the house had been broken into. They closed the main door as best they could, and Magnus took a mental note of letting his parents know.

They ended the day with a few games of cards before turning in for the night. They hadn’t spoken about sex, cocks, pussy, or anything similar since after lunch. Magnus was glad, because he had a secret he wasn’t ready to share...