Date: Wed, 7 Jun 2000 23:15:34 -0400
From: MKS
Subject: A Special Gift

The following story is true.  If your feint of heart, don't read it.  In
fact, you probably shouldn't be anywhere near this site.  It's an event I
wanted to share with those 18 years and above.


	My cousin Altno was really cute.  At 13 he was in terrific shape.
He'd always been athletic; Partly from being forced into sports by his
over-bearing father and partly because he studied dance.  He really loved
to dance, and in the years to come he would make his living by this talent
of his.  I was 9 when Altno was 13.  Even then I was attracted to men and I
considered my 13-year-old cousin a man.

 My family lived in Arizona.  Altno and his family - a mom, dad and
sister - would visit from California.  We were a wild and boisterous group;
the adults known for heavy drinking and arguing and the kids for being
talented and eager to perform.  Evenings were filled with the cousins
putting on mini-musicals after a barbecue while the grown-ups drank and
applauded us and argued and drank some more.  At bedtime, the cousins would
often camp in the back yard, laying out bedrolls on the prickly Bermuda
grass.

It was on a warm summer night after the barbecue and the performing
and the drinking that my cousins, my sisters and I laid out our pallets in
the back yard and settled down to sleep under a flowering orange tree.
Altno and I had placed our bedrolls at one end of the row of three girls
and gone to sleep.  Some time later I was quietly wakened by a tickling on
my nose.  I wasn't fond of bugs, and in Arizona there are plenty, so my
first thought was some ugly insect was crawling on me.  As I brushed the
annoying critter from my nose, I struck a hand.Altno's hand.  He was
tickling me.  He was a notorious prankster on top of being very talented,
so I thought he was just being true to form.  I slapped his hand out of the
way and tried to return to sleep.

"Sean," came the whisper.  "Sean," a little louder.

"Leave me alone," I hissed back

"Sean," still whispered.

"What do you want, Altno?"

"Do you know what jacking-off is?"

I'm not sure what immediately caught my attention.  Perhaps it was
the hushed and teasing tone in his voice.  But the moment he asked, I
immediately felt a shiver.an appealing and exciting shiver.  It seemed I
was being asked a dangerous and special thing.  Something forbidden had
surfaced and I was intrigued.  I realized that speaking sotto voce was most
appropriate at this time.  I rolled onto my left side to face him.  "No.."
I was afraid to say too much and worried I didn't sound interested enough.

More teasing, "Do you want to find out?"

A little hesitantly, "Yeah.  What is it?"

Altno spoke teasingly and enticingly.  He was revealing great and
wondrous things to me and his voice seemed to drip sex.  (I can say that
now, although at the time I didn't have words for it.)  "You know what a
dick is?"

I had heard the word but was much more comfortable with another.  "I
think it's a peter, isn't it?"

"Yeah.very good, Sean.  Dick peter, peter dick.  Same
thing.  Does yours ever get hard?"

I don't know what it is about being a kid, but somehow these kinds of
conversations aren't embarrassing.  They seem dangerous, maybe, even
sinful, but they don't seem to be embarrassing.  It was only later in life,
for a time, that I found these discussions could make me blush.  "Yeah.it's
called a boner, isn't it?

"Yeah, a boner or a hard-on."  Oh, these words coming from the mouth
of my cousin, my strong, beautiful male cousin!  It was exciting.  It was
dirty; that was even better!  "Do you want to feel my boner?"

Blood rushed through me, through my heart and head and arms and into
my cock.  I had to think a minute.  Now I was getting into the scary,
dirty, dangerous stuff.  I became aware of my sisters and cousin sleeping
down the row.  Could they hear us?  Would my parents find out?  What would
happen?

"Sean, do you want to feel it," he repeated.  I nodded silently,
deciding silence was best.  Altno moved closer to me and moved his hand
from his covers to under mine.  He took my little hand in his.  I will
always remember that guiding hand.that man's hand bringing me home to him.
He gently pulled my arm to his bed, under his covers and placed my hand
around his hard cock.  I was stunned.  It may as well have been a baseball
bat.  Huge it seemed.  Huge and hard.  I squeezed it and squeezed it some
more.  Altno did a quick little intake of air.

In a rushed whisper I asked, "Did that hurt?"

"Oh, no.  It feels good.  Really good.  Can I feel yours?"

"Yeah!"  Man, did I ever want him to feel it!  With his hand that had
guided me to his hot cock (yes, I remember the heat in that bat-like penis)
he reached under my covers again, into my pajamas and took my little peter
into his hand.  I couldn't remember anyone else having touched me there
before.  How nice it was.  Incredibly pleasing.  But there was something
else.  It made me breath harder.  It made my butt clench and my groin push
forward.  It made my penis throb.  So this was jacking-off, I thought.
This was pretty neat.

While Altno was feeling me, I began to manually examine his cock some
more.  My fingers couldn't wrap all the way around it, so I rotated my grip
and moved from the middle of his cock, down to the base.  He moaned.  That
time I knew it didn't hurt. Then I slid up his cock to the head and I felt
a heavy throb. Something wet.  Was he peeing, I thought?  No, it wasn't
pee.  There wasn't that much of it.  And it was different.it was slippery.

"What's that?"

"What?"

"That slimy stuff."

"I don't know, but it comes out every time my dick gets hard.  It
feels good."

I was a little disappointed.  "I don't get any of it."

"Maybe you're not old enough."  He started to stroke my dick, sliding
the skin back and forth.  "Do that to me."

So I began to move my hand on his cock like he was moving his on
mine.  I copied whatever he did.  I figured he knew what he was doing so I
should do the same.  We both began thrusting our hips.  I knew it felt good
to do it and I was becoming aware of stronger sensations, not just in my
cock but in my whole body.  Our breathing became more labored.  I had kept
my eyes shut for most of this but suddenly wanted to open them.  I saw
Altno's face before me, close, and he wore an expression I'd never seen.
It almost looked like pain but didn't seem quite like pain.  I wondered if
I looked the same way.  He opened his eyes, smiled, laughed a little, and
then he moved his face closer to mine and kissed me on the cheek.  It was
strange.  Only my father and mother did that.  Then he kissed my mouth.  It
was gentle and nice.

I could barely utter the next words so wracked with tension and
hyperventilation was I.  "Is this jacking-off?"

"Almost," he whispered into my ear.  "There's more, but we can't do
it here.  I don't want to wake the girls."

We both shucked off the covers without saying a word.  He had put his
hard cock back into his pajamas (yes, we wore pajamas in those days!).
That was a disappointment, because I suddenly was aching to see what this
massive, hard piece of flesh looked like.  I decided I'd better stuff mine
away, too. I suddenly felt embarrassed being so exposed.  We walked toward
a little side building by the house.  It was the storage room and it sat at
the end of the carport.  Furtively we opened the door, entered quickly and
closed ourselves in.  I really wanted to turn on the overhead light but
Altno warned me "Better not. They might see the light from under the door."
Again, I was going to miss a chance to see that fabulous thing.  But as my
eyes adjusted to the darkness and the little bit of moonlight coming in
through the window, I was treated to what I wanted most.  He pulled his
pajamas down and out popped that cock.. that beautiful, hard wonder.  I
leaned in to get a little closer look.  I was so close I could smell it.
It had it's own singular aroma; there is no description, only feeling.  It
was a feeling that sort of settled in my shoulders and massaged them.  It
comforted me.

	There was a pile of packing quilts on the floor, so Altno spread them
out a bit and sat down.  He grabbed the top of my pj pants and pulled them
and my underwear down to my ankles.  "That feels better, doesn't it?  Sit
down here, next to me."  I sat and he pulled me close and then leaned back
against another mound of quilts and held me to his side.  "Pretty soon,
we'll start feeling very excited.  It feels like a feeling that won't stop
and just gets bigger and bigger.  Then this white stuff will shoot out of
our dicks."

	"Doesn't that hurt?" I asked sort of horrified.

	He laughed a little.  "No.  It feels really, really good. We want it
to happen. That's jacking-off.  Let's take all our clothes off."  He kicked
off his pajama bottoms; He wasn't wearing underwear.  Then he pulled the
top over his head.  I loved how the little bit of light defined his muscles
against the shadows.  "Come on, take yours off."  I slipped everything off.
"Stand over me.sort of spread your legs on either side of me and sit on my
legs.  Face me, though."

	I stood over him and stepped one leg over.  Then I slowly sat on his
upper thighs.  "Like this?"

	"Yeah, that's good."  Our voices stayed hushed.  While we were a bit
more protected from discovery, the emotion demanded an almost worshipful
respect.  So, we whispered.  He reached for my cock, which was still hard.
"You like this, don't you?" I nodded.  I reached for his which had gone a
bit flaccid but soon grew rigid and throbbing.  This felt even better than
before.  My balls, as tiny as they were, were pressing up against his
balls.  His may as well have been tennis balls.and my dick was like a
sapling up against a mighty oak.  But it didn't really matter.  He seemed
to like it and so did I.  He slid his feet closer to him, resting the soles
on the quilted floor coverings.  At the same time he pulled me by the leg
and I found our dicks were almost touching and now our scrotums were
smashed up against each other.  I leaned back a bit and rested on the
incline made by his upper legs.

	We alternated between staring at our pumping cocks and then into one
another's face.  We didn't talk.  We just kept stroking.  A lot more of the
lubrication oozed from his dick and as it did so, it also oozed onto mine.
The slickness made my body tremble and all of a sudden I felt my sensations
being pushed to another level.  He could tell.  "It's happening to you,
isn't it?  Your starting to feel like something's happening that won't
stop.  The feeling is getting bigger and bigger."  His talk just pushed it
along.  His words about these feelings, combined with the tactile
experience building to something I didn't understand.  It was something
scary but I didn't want to hide from it.  I could feel his body trembling
under mine, too.  His breathing was getting kind of uneven.  He spoke.  "I
think I'm going to shoot soon.  It might get messy." That's when he wrapped
his hand around both of our dicks, trapping my hand under his.  He pumped
our dicks while his lube flowed down and made everything slicker and
slicker.  Then I felt his body getting rigid and very shaky.  "Oh, God." he
moaned.  I could feel something happening in his dick.  It got rock hard
and pulsed.  It pulsed over and over and then the head of his dick exploded
and shot out something.I couldn't see the color, but I could see it flying
up in the air.  Long streams of it shot up and then fell to earth landing
on his chest and stomach.  I felt some hit the back of my shoulder.

	Then it happened to me.  I gasped.  Altno heard it and opened his
eyes to watch my face.  He was smiling.a broad grin that looked totally
joyful.  I felt my body contorting, spasming.  I had a quick flash of those
little kids Jerry Lewis was always talking to on that long show he did
every year.the kids in the wheelchairs whose heads and hands seemed to do
whatever they felt like doing.  My body was like that.  My head flew back
and forth and my body jerked as I felt my cock throb. Altno kept pumping
our dicks and I felt I couldn't stand the sensations and little whimpers
kept escaping from me.  Then he suddenly stopped pumping, grabbed both of
my arms and pulled me on top of him.  Our groins smashed together and my
head rested on his chest.  My body still jerked and I felt like I would
slide away from him because that stuff that shot out was really slick.kind
of sticky, too.  After a moment, he pulled me up on his body more so that
my face nestled in his neck and my cock pressed against his belly.  I
thrust my pelvis against his gut several times.  Then, exhausted, my whole
body went limp.

	I spoke weakly.  "I don't think anything shot out of me."

	He stroked my hair, soothingly.  "Don't worry.  It will.in time."

	We lay together like that for a long time.  Neither of us spoke.  He
trailed his fingertips down my back to my ass and then squeezed my butt.
Every once in a while he'd kiss the side of my face.  Eventually I raised
my head and met my lips with his.  I think back on that particular moment
now and it seems the strangest and best of all.  I guess it was love.  I
wanted him to know I loved him right at that particular moment in time.  It
was almost the same way I would kiss my mother or father but it was so much
more.  It was a great gift he gave me.

	We never had another sexual encounter and it was years before either
of us would mention that one.  We had both come out by then and could talk
of the experience with no regrets, no shame.  It was a natural and
important moment in our lives.