Date: Sat, 6 Mar 2004 05:44:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Peter Gavin <gavintyler77@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Cousin and I (Part 3)

     And there I stood, naked, facing the T-post with my back to Mark and
his old horse rein.  My entire body was taut as my arms and legs
stretched out to meet the cuffs above and the floor below.  My puffed out
chest rested hard against the post as did the tip of my erection, for
Mark had kicked my ankles not only our right and left, but back a bit as
well so that my tight teen boy butt was an even more inviting whipping
target.  My stomach was even more concave now that it had been before and
my deep California beach boy tan didn't hide the pinkish-red color of
lash marks across my chest and stomach.  The sharp stinging agony had
now diminished to a dull ache.  I knew the marks would fade by this
evening and tomorrow morning would be the start of another day.  I wonder
if Mark would let me whip him--a 15-year-old boy whipping a 19-year-old
boy ... mmmm ... I though to myself.  Then I hear the swoosh of the horse
rein.
     SMACK!  I felt the stinging lash from my right shoulder to my left
hip.  My chest instantly grew heavy against the post as I exhaled and
tugged harder on my wrist cuffs above.  My arms stretched even further
and my head fell back as my let out a loud whimper.  The next lash was
lower and wrapped around my tender right side and stung even more.  My
body jerked to the left and I lost my footing temporarily, but
Mark waited longer now between each lash to give me time to recover.  I
assumed the position once again with my feet spread as far they could go
and my dimpled tight bubble butt arched out, inviting the lash.
     And there it came across my right cheek, the tip of my fully erect
penis shoving into the hard wood of the post.  Now I was getting very hot
and not just from the stagnant humid air of the hay loft.  The nest lash
wrapped around my right leg with the tip of the horse rein stinging my
inner thigh.  OUCH!  But I was in delirious with erotic euphoria!  With
each lash I danced and sang for my new master as genuinely as any good
whipping boy had ever done.  This time I was counting the lashes ... 27
... 28 ... 29 ... and I took erotic pleasure in knowing that for the
moment, Mark owned my back, my butt, and the backs of my legs.
     I didn't realize Mark had stopped whipping me until after a few
minutes had passed.  My breathing was shallow and my heart was racing.
The back of my young body was on fire from my calves up to my shoulders.
I looked down and saw that I had actually cum again, my jism on my
quivering stomach and the post.
     Suddenly I felt Mark's hands caress may slender waist and his
tickling fingertips danced around to my stomach and chest where he
kneaded my soft belly, digging in his strong fingers and pinched my
nipples very tightly, first one and then the other.  I writhed my bare
back against his bare chest and stomach realizing for the first time that
he was now naked, the tip of his erect dick already oozing with precum,
poking into the my crack.  Oh ... this it it, I thought to myself.  I was
still a virgin!
     But my 19-year-old cousin played with his prize for a bit, kissing
up and down each of my stretched biceps and across from one shoulder to
the other.  He nuzzled his nose in my mop of bleach blond hair and licked
his talented tongue around each of my ears.  He as clearly enjoying
himself and this turned me on even more!

Part four will be cumming soon!