Date: Mon, 3 Oct 2011 12:02:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: kevwriter85@yahoo.com
Subject: Comforted by Cousin John -YF

The following is a work of fiction.  None of this ever really happened.


I grew up in a middle-class family in the nineties.  My mom was sick a lot;
she had a medical condition, and it was bad.  My parents divorced when I
was 12.  After that, we lived with my mom and visited my dad on the
weekends.  They got along okay.  Because my mom was sick, my two brothers
and I didn't have a lot of supervision.  My mom had a brother and a sister,
and about once or twice a year, we would go visit my uncle (her brother,
who lived two hours away), aunt, and their two boys, Stephen and John.

Stephen was one year younger than me, and John was two and a half years
younger.  Stephen was a nice kid, but he constantly fought with his dad, so
he was kind of crabby all of the time.  I tended to avoid him.

John was typical of second sons in families with boisterous first-borns; he
was a peace-maker.  He was a sweet kid who tried to please people.  He also
looked up to me, his first cousin.  When I was 14 and he was 11, he loved
being with me, and he would just hang on me.  He would sit on my lap and
press his body into me.  He had dark blond hair, cobalt-brown eyes (the
kind that are so dark, you can't see where the pupils start), and a
perpetual tan that would show his fine body hairs all over.  I had figured
out that I liked guys, and the physical contact with him left me with a
constant boner.

Occasionally, we would sleep over at their place, and John always wanted me
to be in his bed.  As you might imagine, this would drive me wild.  Over
successive visits, we moved gradually from lying next to each other to
gently touching (and of course tickling).

By the time he was 12, he would ask me to lightly rub his back with my
fingertips.  I was jerking off at least three times a day then, and I
always had to get up and go to the bathroom and wank after he fell asleep.
I had starting cumming a year earlier, and I was a huge cummer, so
fantasizing about John while I jerked would leave me spraying like a fire
hose.

The last time I was at John's house and we went to bed, he cuddled in a
little closer than he had before and spooned in front of me.  The smell of
his neck and hair was overwhelming.  I kissed the back of his neck and he
cooed.  His butt pushed up against my boner, and it was all I could do not
to hump him.  He didn't acknowledge my cock, even though it was separated
from his crack by two thin layers of cotton brief underwear.

I thought he didn't know the effect he had on me because it all seemed so
innocent.

Around that time, I started scoping out gay porn on the internet.  Online
stuff was in its infancy, not like now, but it opened up a whole new world
for me.  Right around my 15th birthday, I had my first sexual experience
with a guy, someone on my soccer team.  That is a story for another time,
but I got a taste, and I really liked it.

The spring after I turned 15, my mom died.  It was all very sad, and my
aunt and uncle and John came to our town that same day.  Stephen was
involved in some sports event and couldn't make it, and it was just as
well.  My brothers stayed with my dad, but I was asked to stay in the hotel
with John.  His parents had reserved two rooms, and they were to stay in
one room, while John and I were assigned to the other room.

I hadn't seen them in about eight months, so I was a bit startled when they
walked into our house.  Being almost 13, John had had a growth spurt, and
was about 5 feet 3 inches, weighed maybe 100 pounds, and he had a little
fuzz on his upper lip.  His leg hair had started to fill in around his
ankles.  It was nice.

Everyone was crying, and my aunt and uncle gave me a hug and then John did.
I was about 5 feet 7 inches and 120 pounds, so his forehead was even with
my mouth.  I cannot describe the feeling that I got when he hugged me, but
it was a sense of comfort and completeness.  And he was warm and smelled
good.  I kissed him lightly on the forehead.  No one saw it, but he pressed
his face forward and I kissed him again.  He turned his head slightly and
kissed me right below the mouth.

That night, our families were occupied with funeral arrangements, calling
the newspaper, and so on.  When everything was settled for the night, we
went to the hotel.  My aunt and uncle asked if we wanted to use the pool,
and of course we said "Yes!"  John and I went into our room to change into
our bathing suits, and he seemed a little shy, so he changed in the
bathroom while I changed out in the open.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, I about dropped my teeth.  He had a
beautiful body and it was perfectly proportioned.  We both played hockey
and soccer, so we were both quite healthy, so to speak.

We were both wearing board shorts, and his had filled in a little since the
last time I had seen him.  You could tell he had some new equipment.  He
also had a few wisps of hair under each arm.  To this day, I can see the
softness of it.

In the pool, we played rough-housing type games, and when I picked him up
to throw him, my hand was right at the spot where the balls meet the ass.
He squealed with delight as I tossed him again and again and again.

Eventually, all good things must come to an end, and at about 10:00 p.m.,
his parents came out and told us it was time to come in, get a shower, and
go to bed.  John and I sulked out of the pool, and we followed them back to
our room.

John's parents expressed their thanks to me for being there for John, and
he seemed a little embarrassed by that.  They told me that they had to get
up and out early the next morning to meet my dad for more funeral planning,
and they said that we could just sleep in and order room service for
breakfast.  I thought that was a super idea.  They planned to be gone until
the afternoon.

John and I agreed that I would shower first, and I washed myself
thoroughly.  For about a year, I had been using a soapy finger to work my
ass while I jerked off in the shower, and the thought of John in the next
room with his luscious body sent me over the edge in a hurry.

Being a big shooter, I had to clean lots of cum off of the tiled wall of
the shower.  I shut the water off, and got out of the tub.  It was really
steamy, so right away, I opened the door to let the bathroom de-steam and
cool off.  I toweled off in front of the mirror, and I started to chub just
a little.

By now, I was wearing boxers instead of briefs, and I put them on and went
out into the room.  John was watching television with just a towel around
his waist, his board shorts on the floor.  His eyes dropped to my boxers
and then he looked back at the television.  I said, "Your turn, bud."  John
smiled that beautiful smile.  He got up and went into the bathroom without
a word and without looking at me, so I sensed that something was one his
mind.

He came out after only a few minutes.  He had on a clean pair of oversized
boxers, so I couldn't see his junk.

There were two full-sized beds in the room, and I was lying on one of them.
John climbed into the other one and turned out the lights.  I was a little
disappointed that he didn't get in bed with me, but thought it was probably
for the best.  He left the light on in the bathroom sort of as a night
light.  We were both asleep before the sheets settled on us.

The next thing I knew, there was a little early daylight in the room, and I
really had to pee.  I looked at the clock, and it said "6:30".  I looked
over at John, and he was still asleep.  I got out of bed and went into the
bathroom to drain my lizard.  Again, thinking of John asleep, I chubbed up
a little.  I had that awful morning breath, and braces to boot, so I
brushed my teeth.

As I headed back to bed, I stopped and watched John sleeping.  He was lying
on his stomach, but had kicked off the sheets.  It was really warm, so I
went over and turned on the air conditioning and set it for 66 degrees.

John's whole body was bathed in the light of dawn, and was, oh so fine.  I
could not resist, and I reached out to touch his boxer-covered ass.  It was
so soft, I about shot off right then.  He stirred a little, but didn't wake
up.

Reluctantly, I crawled back in my own bed and was about to roll over when
John woke up.  He slowly sat up, swung his legs out, and got out of bed to
head into the bathroom.  I heard him take a healthy piss, and imagined how
big his cock must be.  I then heard him brushing his teeth.

He came out of the bathroom and turned off the light, and headed back to
the area between our beds.  He stopped and seemed to be looking at me.  I
raised my head up, so he could see that I was awake, but I didn't say a
word.

The next couple of seconds were drawn out a lifetime.

I lifted up the covers of my bed, and gestured for John to climb in beside
me.  He did.

I was on the left side of the bed, so I was lying on my right side.  He lay
down on his stomach with his head facing me.  His mouth was about a foot
from my face.  He opened his mouth and sighed. The smell of his sweet breath
was definitely a sexual stimulant for me.  I quickly became hard as steel.
He said, "do my back like last time", and I started to trace the outlines
of his back with my fingertips...just like I had done in the past. His skin
was so smooth.  I stroked the nape of his neck, traced his muscles down to
his shoulder blades.  I went down his spine; God, his skin was so warm!

When I got to the elastic band of his boxer, I brushed my fingers over them
and onto the beginnings of the globes of his ass, and I brushed them.  I
then headed back north towards his neck.  I lightly traced the back of his
neck, feeling the light down of hair, and went around and gently touched
his ears.  He shuddered and sighed.

I then traced his shoulder blades again and then went slowly back down to
his underwear.  This time, I ran my hand down over the fabric over the
mound of his right cheek, and down to his bare leg.  I gently rubbed the
back of his thigh.  When I headed back up to his ass, I gave the right
cheek a little squeeze.  John let out a slight giggle.

He then turned towards me in the bed and put his right hand up on my left
arm.  He gave my triceps a squeeze and started running his fingers up and
down on my skin.  He was trying to reciprocate.  He was a little awkward at
first, but he seemed to get it pretty quickly.

I put the palm of my hand up on John's chest and began to gently run my
fingers on his collar bone.  He waited a few seconds and then began to do
the same.  I traced down his pecs and around his nipples, with him
mirroring my movements.  My fingertips brushed over his right and then his
left nipple.  Again, he giggled.

I went further down, tracing the bumps of his rectus muscles.  He shivered.
At the same time, his fingers traced down my chest and stomach.

We both reached the elastic of our underwear at the same time.  It was
overwhelming.

I lifted my hand up and went down towards his legs.  The back of my fingers
brushed over what was obviously his cock head and he gasped.  My hand went
down to his thighs, and I gently rubbed both of them and slid my fingers
between them.  John did the same.

I brought my hand back up and rubbed his stomach again and his sides.  It
was now time.

I made slow circular motions around his navel.  He did the same.  My
fingers gently lifted the elastic away from his abdomen, and I slipped the
tips underneath.  John did the same thing at the same time.  I brushed my
fingertips lightly over the head of his cock.

In one sudden rush, we plunged our hand into the other's shorts, grabbed
each other's cocks and mashed our faces and tongues together.  John
frantically sucked in my tongue like a nipple.  I had never imagined that
it could be this good.  His breath was sweet, and he tasted young.  I don't
know how else to describe it.  It was just the right amount of wetness and
love.

My cock was about six inches long, and his was five.  He was leaking
precum, and there was a lot of it.

We struggled to get our underwear down and crushed our bodies together.
The slipperiness of his precum rubbed over our cocks, and I could tell he
was about to blow, but I didn't want him to cum yet.  I pulled away.

I gently pushed John on his back and climbed on top of him.  I got slightly
above him, with my mouth at his upper lip, and I started sucking on it.
God, he was heaven!

I kissed my way down his chin and his neck and his collarbone.  I plunged
down on his left nipple and sucked it in.  He squealed.

I kept heading down, flicked my tongue in his belly button, and then, going
around his cockhead, licked the small area of pubic hair; first on one side
and then the other.  His cock was pointing straight up towards his stomach.
I licked the underside and went up to the head.  Lifting it up with my
right hand, I took the crown into my mouth.

John cried out, "Oh! Oh!"

I was overwhelmed by the sweetness of his precum.  He was leaking like a
broken fountain, and I was swallowing it.

Still not wanting him to blow, I pulled off of his cock and began to lick
down around his balls.  I was driven by lust, so even though the thought of
it was a little off-putting, I just had to have my tongue in his ass.

I lifted his legs and and started licking his hairless nut sack. There was
a little ridge of skin that ran down to his hole, and I lapped at it,
soaking it with spit, and headed down further.  He was going wild.  I kept
my hand on his cock, and he was quite slippery with precum.

I then brushed the tip of my tongue over his hole lightly, and he yelped,
"Oh, God, yeah!"  I then started thrusting my tongue into his hole, and he
squealed again.

Before long, I had the hole bathed in spit, and I started sucking at his
hole.  He was really squirming.

I instinctively knew he was getting to the point of no return.  Leaving my
left finger at this hole, I quickly went up and took his cock in my mouth.
I sucked up and down on it for about five seconds, using my right hand to
help jack it, while at the same time pushing my left middle finger into his
hole.  His cock suddenly swelled at the tip and he erupted.

My mouth was flooded with his cum; my God, this kid had lots of it!  It was
a little salty but sweet, and I had never tasted anything so good.  I
swallowed and swallowed as he pumped out about nine spurts.  I could feel
his ass clamping on my finger as spasms with his shooting.  This was the
most intense sensory experience I had ever had.

We lay there for about 30 seconds with me milking his cock with my tongue.
I slipped my finger out of his ass.  Then, I licked my way up his stomach
and chest and latched back onto his mouth.  Again, he sucked on my tongue
like there was no tomorrow.  I began to uncontrollably rub my cock on his.

The wetness of his cock, which was still oozing precum, rubbing on my cock
was all that it took to send me over the edge and I started shooting.  He
pulled me tight, and I rubbed like hell all over his cock and hips and
abdomen as I unloaded my spunk on him.  He said, "Oh, Kevin!"; there was
such love in his voice.  I thought he would be turned off by all of my cum,
but he loved it.

We lay like that for a few minutes.  John reached down and scooped up a
little of my cum and brought his hand up to his mouth and licked some off.
I thought he would wince at the taste (I had tasted my own once and didn't
like it).  But he smiled.  Then he sat up and kissed me full on the mouth.
There was no tongue this time, but it was wet.

He started licking down my chest, cleaning the cum off of my torso from us
lying tight together.  As he got farther down, he scooted so that he could
get my cock in his mouth.  He sucked my cock in to get clean the outside
and maybe the last few drops.  I reached back and played with his slowly
deflating organ.  I had never been in love with anyone to that point, but I
was then; totally and completely.

John then climbed out of bed then and headed to the bathroom and grabbed a
towel.  When he was walking back to the bed, with the dawn light on his
torso, he was wiping the rest of the cum from his chest and stomach.  He
climbed back onto the bed to clean me off, too.  He was so gentle; his
small hands were so loving.

He kissed me again and said, "Thanks, Kevin; I have been thinking about
that for a long time!"  I looked at the clock and it was just after 7:00.
I pulled him into me to spoon, and we fell asleep.


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