Date: Fri, 1 May 2009 13:45:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Richard Lickerish Subject: Bi Cousin's Summer Chapter 7: Meeting Peter Warning! If you are not of legal age to read stories that contain erotic subject matter or you are offended by the erotic subject matter contained herein do not read any further. All rights to this story are retained by the author. This story is protected under applicable copyright laws and may not be reproduced without the express written permission of the author. Comments and critics on the story are welcome and may be directed to author at: richardlickerish "at" yahoo "dot" com Subject line: Bi Cousins Bi Cousin's Summer By Dick Licker Chapter 7: Meeting Peter The three of us were sitting around the table in Shelly's kitchen eating pizza drinking soda while discussing the sexual adventure from which we were recovering, when suddenly Shelly's cell phone went off. "Hello... nothin much just chillin with Vicki and her cousin... sure come on over an chill." Shelly hung up the cell saying to us, "Oh My God! That was Peter, he's comin over." "Who's Peter?" I asked wondering why Shelly was all atwitter at the fact some guy was coming over. "He's just a super-super hunk that goes to our school," Shelly said. "Really cute guy," Vicki chimed in, "But we think he may be gay. Maybe you can help us find out." "Why do you suspect he's gay?" I asked. "From what we've heard he's never had sex with any girl in our school and he's seventeen," Shelly said. "And from what the other jocks tell us he guards his thing with his life. No one has ever seen him naked in the locker room at school or anywhere else for that matter," Vicki added. I thought to myself, here I'd just had hella fine morning of sex with a good-looking girl, while my cousin was banging me in the ass with her strap-on dildo. Also the previous night Vicki had slipped into my bed where she accosted me. Now, I was going to meet one of their friends that might be gay. All of this action less than forty-eight hours after arriving in Evansville: I was ready to stay forever. I wasn't looking forward to moving to the west coast and starting all over again, but here I was visiting a new town starting over. Starting anew for teenagers anywhere is tough; new friends, new school and new culture. I'd left my old friends behind and would probably never see them again, but was now having more fun than I'd had in Ashville in a while, not to mention more sex. Given everything that had transpired since I arrived my memories were fast fading. I was thankful for an understanding cousin and her best friend who were helping me a smooth transition. The two girls in a few hours had taught me so much more than I ever knew about sex, and now they had me wondering about Peter. The super jock attended the same high school as the girls, was in the same grade as Shelly and was going to be spending the rest of the day hanging out with us, and maybe he was gay. What more could I ask for. I'd eaten Shelly's pussy and then banged her, and now there was a chance I'd get into Peter's pants. There was a substantial knocking on Shelly's front door. The scantly glad Shelly jumped up answering the door with, "Come on in Pete." I sat slouching motionless in the chair watching the tall blonde boy enter the kitchen. My cock jumped inside my cargos at the sight of the athletic appearing stud. I could see why the girls were giddy over the beefcake. My mind went ballistic thinking about all the things I could do with the virile appearing specimen if he in fact was gay. He was a gorgeous hunk; he must have been at least six feet two inches, well-developed body, buzz cut blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. "Dickie this is Peter Prickley, Peter this is Vicki's cousin Richard Licker. He's here visiting for at least a month, maybe more." "Glad to meet you Richard," Peter said shaking my hand smirking. "You can call me Dickie. Everyone else does." The wry smile across Peter's face was a clear indicator as to what he might be thinking, but I'd been challenged about my name since grade school. After shaking hands we stood facing each other monetarily. Both of us sizing each other up, like male teens do. Peter was wearing khaki cargo shorts, a white T-shirt and sneakers. Two things that immediately drew my attention; his eyes looked as though he might have a hint of Asian heritage, and his nipples. Peter's nipples were conspicuous bumps protruding from beneath the white cotton T-shirt fabric; not huge, but noticeable nubs. For me nipples were like heroine to a doper. I was addicted to them. I'd discovered early in my sexual experimenting that nipple play was so titillating. My nips were extremely sensitive. One of my old boy friends back in Ashville had discovered my nipple sensitivity accidentally one night on a sleepover. He made me cum that night just playing with and sucking on my nipples, never touching my cock. I wanted to strip Peter's shirt off and begin sucking on those prominent protrusions and then move south gobbling up his cock. "So, where you from and how old are you?" Peter asked flopping his large frame down in a vacant chair. "Ashville, North Carolina. I'm sixteen," I replied, "How old are you?" "Seventeen." Of course I'd stretched the truth about my age. I wouldn't be sixteen until July. Vicki interrupted asking, "Peter, you want a soda?" "Sure." Vicki began fixing Peter a 32 ounce plastic tumbler of soda and then began refilling all our tumblers with ice and soda. Shelly made the suggestion that we adjourn to the upstairs bonus room. Once in the room we all made ourselves comfortable. Peter and I occupied the smaller couch while the girls sat across from us in overstuffed chairs. Peter slouched in one corner. I seated myself in the other corner facing him where I got a good view of Mr. Bronze Adonis. Peter began kicking off his sneakers to get more comfortable as we made small talk about schools, sports and other things. The small couch, which is actually called a loveseat, that Peter and I were sprawled out on was a little crowded for two teenage boys with large frames. In fact our bare legs were touching as we were lounging on the love seat. What a sensual sensation. >From my position in the corner of the couch with my right leg pulled in my foot was touching Peter's left leg. I was casually giving Peter's body a good look over as he slouched on the love seat next to me with his legs spread. I could see that he had a light dusting of hair covering his well-developed calves, and really beautiful feet that appeared to be about size eleven or twelve. Of course I was wondering if his cock measured up to the size of his feet. The challenge for me was to find out what was hidden in the confines of the cargo shorts before the day was over. As I continued gazing at the jock next to me Shelly was guiding the group conversation towards sex. The three of us began kicking around which celebrities we might want to have sex with and how big their wangs were. We were joking and laughing at the different names that popped up. I noticed that Peter appeared a little embarrassed and was not actively participating in the conversation. "I don't know why but one of the people I'd like to see naked would be Prince Harry. I've heard he is well-endowed. More so than his older brother," I said patting Peter lightly on his exposed thigh closest to me, "I'd like to see him all boned up, so I could play with his polo penis." "Wow! What a scene," Shelly said, "I'd like to see the red hair spare prince boned up too." Vicki chimed in saying, "Two hot redheads dueling with their cocks." Immediately Peter looked over at me and asked, "So, Dickie are you gay or what?" "Not really, but I do enjoy sex. Hell, I don't care if it's with guys or girls I just love sex, you know, gettin off is so fuckin great. What about you Peter?" Peter was blushing and he also seemed a little reluctant to reply. Finally, Peter spoke, "I haven't had sex yet. I mean I've thought about it a lot and wanted it a lot, but never had a girl friend that wanted to do anything of a sexual nature. Besides, my folks have had me so involved with sports since I was a little kid I've just never had the time to cultivate any type sexual relationship with anyone." "So, you've never messed around with any girls or your guy friends?" I asked. "No!" "Hell, I started messin around with guys on my little league team when I was like eleven. For us it was just as a way to, you know, help each other out, pleasurin each other." "Really!" Peter replied. "My girlfriend back home don't give up no pussy, so it's either jack off all the time or find other outlets. Besides it's so cool to have another person jack you off or give you a BJ." "Oh, I jerk off. I just never had any type sexual relations," Peter replied with a smile, "Never had a BJ." "You mean that you've never jerked off with a buddy like on a sleepover or done the sixty-nine?" I asked. "No! I didn't even know guys did that type stuff on sleepovers. I mean isn't that gay?" Peter questioned seriously. "Naw. Shit like that don't define your sexuality Dude. Not at our ages," I said. Shelly squeezed in between Peter and me saying, "Why don't I give both of you guys a wank to get things started?" "Sure," I replied as I began unsnapping the waistband on my cargos. "Not now!" Peter exclaimed before I could get my zipper down. "I'd like to hear more about your strange sex life Dickie?" Peter asked. I began explaining to Peter about how I started with my buds. As we talked we didn't realize for a while that the two girls disappeared. Peter became more relaxed and comfortable with me as I was explaining things. I began telling him about sex as an outlet for stress and how pleasurable it was. I had Peter's full attention as I began touting all the positive aspects of sexual relief. I went on explaining the benefits of a good orgasm for health and stress relief. I was certainly glad I'd been reading all the sex education stuff on Shelly's computer. It made me sound so much more experienced, but what I really wanted was to get Peter's pants off. Suddenly, Peter asked, "So, you don't think it's gay for two guys to, you know, mess around?" "Naw." "Because I've had dreams about certain guys and doin sexual things with them. I mean I've heard others talkin and all," Peter said, "But I felt I'd be gay if I acted on the feelins and dreams." "Like I said before I don't really consider myself gay. I don't think I'm old enough or lived long enough to even know what my lifestyle is or will be. I just can't see depriving myself of something that gives me so damn much pleasure." Peter continued slouching listening to me rave on about all the positive aspects of sex and the things I'd done. Finally, I said, "If you want to experiment, you know, try some things it'll never go any farther than the confines of this house." "Truth," Peter said with a glow. "Hell, I'm not gonna tell anyone. I don't want it known that I'm gay." "But you'll be gone in a few weeks. I got to live her at least until I graduate high school," Peter said with pleading eyes. "Tell you what let me take the lead. If I do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable tell me to stop and it's over. I'll stop right then and there." "And you won't ever tell anyone what we've done," Peter pleaded, "What about the girls? What if they come back in here and we're, you know, doin somethin?" "I guarantee that the girls feel the same as me about sex. There not gonna say anything; besides, they're gonna be in Shelly's room for a while. And if they do return maybe they'll want to get you in bed." "What are they doin now?" Peter asked. "Probably enjoying sex with each other. What do you think they're doin?" "No shit!" Peter blurted out, "You mean they're lesbians?" "No, they're just havin sex like what were about ready to do. They're enjoyin each other's bodies and pleasuring each other." With that said I rolled in towards Peter's body. My foot was rubbing his foot and ankle as I was rubbing the nubs beneath his white T-shirt. I knew better than to move in and start kissing him right away. I wanted him to become comfortable with me before I started anything like that. Pete began moaning immediately as soon as I began playing with his hard nipples. My left hand was slowly working its way along his thigh inching towards his crotch. I wanted to explore what was hidden in the jock's cargos. I just knew it had to be a monster cock at least eight inches long and thick as a soda can from what I'd seen of his feet. Peter kept pushing my hand away from his crotch. Finally he confided. "I'm scared." "Scared of what?" I asked, "Tell me if you want me to stop." "I'm scared what you'll think of me when you feel my dick," Peter said. "Why, what makes you say that?" I asked. Peter looked into my eyes almost tearing up saying, "I'm not very big down there. I think I may have started puberty late or maybe haven't finished growin yet." "You let me be the judge of your size. `Cause if it's a handful that'll be fine with me." Once I reached the mark I was a little startled by what I was finding hidden beneath the fabric. The hard cock I was touching didn't seem to be the monster I'd envisioned. However, my touches were bringing moans from Peter telling me to go ahead. I decided to get Peter's T-shirt out of the way. I began pulling it over his head exposing his beautiful well-developed chest. Once Peter was bare chest I said, "I'm gonna nibble on your nipples. If I bite too hard or you want me to stop tell me and I'll stop." "Go ahead," Peter muttered, "Give it a try." I repositioned myself to a more comfortable position with my right arm around the back of his neck. My left hand began exploring the right nipple while my mouth found the left one. I began lightly kissing his pectoral, slowly circling the areola and then began flicking his hard nipple with my tongue. Peter was jumping around moaning and groaning with pleasure. I sucked in the hard nipple closest to my mouth and began lightly biting on it which brought about louder moans. "Tell me if the biting hurts your nipple and I'll back off." I went back to working on the nipple as I bit down on it my tongue would brush across the tip bringing wails of pleasure from Peter. He was writhing around moaning uncontrollably. I released my mouth from the nipple moving up to the side of his face. I put my right arm around his neck and whispered into his left ear asking, "I wanna suck your cock? Remember if at anytime you want me to quit tell me." "Go ahead." My free hand went to the snap on the waistband of his cargos. I coaxed him to a standing position as I was unsnapping it. I began lowering the zipper and they fell to the floor. My left hand began easing into the waistband of his briefs. Suddenly, there it was, the treasure I'd waited to touch. My thumb and forefinger began exploring the cockhead. His cock was on fire. I wanted to rip his shorts off and inhale his hot hard cock right then, but I needed to take my time with this neophyte. I didn't want to spook him. I was tenderly caressing his spongy cockhead with my forefinger rolling it around the coronal ring while my thumb was feeling the texture of the crown. After a few seconds the tip of my forefinger came up to the urethral opening. I felt the wetness of precum. I wiped the human honey back over the glans letting my thumb work the seminal fluid back and forth over the head. This brought squeals of joy from Peter. As we stood there I whispered into Peter's ear, "Go ahead and drop my cargos so you can feel mine if you want." Peter began by pulling my T-shirt over my head and then unsnapping my waistband. Once my zipper was down my cargos fell to the floor around my ankles. I continued fondle his hard cock. He began fondling mine on the outside of my briefs. Both of us were moaning and groaning uncontrollably. His vocal responses told me I was making positive progress and before long I would possibly have his hard member filling my mouth. My hand moved around engulfing the totality of Peter's cock. From what I was grasping his cock seemed to be about five inches in length and about the thickness of a normal flashlight battery. I moved on to his scrotum where I began fondling his nut sac that felt smooth and hairless. The nuts in the sac were nice size nuggets. Peter was definitely enjoying the way I was manipulating his genitals. I pushed him back down onto the loveseat following on top of him. His head lay back against the couch. He was moaning and groaning. I asked him, "Are you ready to lose your briefs?" "Yeah," He muttered. I was working at just the right pace making him want more and more. He was precumming. Now, I wanted to lick some of that succulent honey off his knob. "Can I suck your cock now?" I asked. "Oh yeah," Peter replied in a guttural growl. I got into position between his legs and slowly began working his briefs off. He raised his ass to ease the process of getting his briefs pulled down. As the waist band eased down over his ass cheeks his hard cock bounced back slapping his stomach. Although his cock wasn't the monster I expected it was a beautiful well-proportioned fully circumcised cock with a gorgeous pink glans. To me the spongy bulbous structure at the distal end of the penis is what defines a man's cock. The glans is what impressed me about a guy or didn't in the past. Anatomically the glans is similar to the clitoris and both are loaded with sensors. I remembered what Shelly had told me a couple of hours earlier. She advised me to use the same tender techniques on both sexes. I nudged Peter's legs further apart for better access. I began nuzzling his crotch inhaling the manly scent in his crotch. I kissed his inner thighs and his pubic mound before making my way to the prize. Peter reached down placing his hands on the sides of my face. Tilting my head up he asked, "Is it big enough?" "You bet baby and very beautiful." I held Peter's member in my hand eying its beauty. I knew where I was going first, the frenulum. I eased forward my tongue engaging the little web piece of skin connecting the shaft to the glans. I began licking it flicking it with my tongue as I listened to Peter wail with want. I knew then that I had him. I'd brought him over to the dark side and there was no going back. There was no turning back for Peter as I continued caressing and licking his cockhead with my tongue. I needed to get a taste of his manly juices. My tongue found the opening. I licked the piss slit looking for more precum. More juice was oozing up through the canal. The juice tasted sweet yet bitter. I didn't want my new partner to cum, so I released his rod. I stood up dropping my drawers. As they dropped to the floor I kicked them away I leaned into Peter's body, squatting on his crotch so our cocks could touch. I whispered into his ear asking, "Are you enjoying this?" "Oh hell yes," Peter replied, "I've never experienced feelings like these before." "Is it okay if I make you cum?" "Oh yeah, please do." I moved back down to Peter's hard cock and again began performing orally on it. I would lick up and down his shaft and then take his balls into my mouth rolling them around one at a time. All the time listening to him moan and groan with pleasure. Finally, I decided to bring a load up from deep inside his nuts. I began sucking his cock in earnest. Within a few seconds I could feel his balls tighten up and his cock begin to thicken. I heard him say, "Dickie, I think I'm about to cum," as he tried to push my head off his cock. I wasn't turning lose of his magnificent member I wanted all his sweet juices. He began pumping jism into my mouth. I sucked on his member trying to get every last drop of his honey. Finally, it became too sensitive to continue. As I released my mouth's grip on Peter's withering cock he said, "Oh My God, Dickie that was so fucking great. I've never experienced anything like that before in my life." I'd accomplished what I set out to do. I'd seen his treasure and brought up his sweet honey from the depth of his nuts. Now, I was going to let him have a taste of his honey. A person never forgets firsts and I would never forget breaking in Peter. I would enjoy hearing from my readers about the story. Let me know if you like or don't like the story. Feedback and comments are the only payment writers that post online receive.