Date: Sun, 25 Dec 2011 08:56:25 -0800 (PST)
From: kevwriter85@yahoo.com
Subject: Comforted by cousin John - Chapter 4

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



We had only called room service maybe 25 minutes earlier, so I didn't
expect them yet.  But it had to be them knocking on the door.

John and I were lying on the bed, me on my back, him impaled on my cock,
our tummies stuck together with the sticky stuff, and we were lip-to-lip
and nose-to-nose.  Like I said, he tasted sweet.

The knock came again.

He pulled himself off of me and ran to the bathroom.  I tried to wipe all
of his cum off of my stomach using my fingers, and I licked as much as I
could, but there was a lot!  John came back with a couple of towels.

He wiped his cock with his towel and a little off my stomach.  I wiped my
stomach, but my dick was a mess, so I just wrapped the towel around my
waist and went to the door.  I looked back and John was just getting his
towel around his waist, and reaching for the television remote to turn it
on.  I looked though the peephole and could see a blurry figure in black
pants and a white shirt with a rolling table.

I opened the door, and, again, I about dropped my teeth.

There was standing Nate Jensen...high school junior at my school, hockey
and lacrosse player, Norwegian god, gym-shower dream.  We had showered
together in both the open gym shower and after hockey, and I had thought I
had seen him checking me out, just quick glances here and there.  But maybe
it was my imagination.  I know I checked him out.  He had a great body and
a nice cock, which tended to get a little full (but not hard) in the
shower.

And he had the most amazing eyes.  If you have ever looked up "beautiful
eyes" in the dictionary, Nate Jensen's picture is there.

Nate was about four months older than me, but was a grade ahead.  I had a
late birthday and he had an earlier one (or is it the other way around?).
We played hockey together during the regular season.  During the
off-season, we didn't see each other that much.  He played lacrosse, and I
played soccer.  We still saw each other every day at school, and we always
got along.  And we showered together not infrequently, although, I think I
already mentioned that.  He was pretty quiet...sort of the strong, silent
type.  He had lush, dark features.

He saw me standing in the doorway in my towel, smiled slightly, sort of
scanned my body (I really noticed that), and said "Oh.  Kevin.  Hi."  As
much as he ever got excited, he seemed excited to see me.

"Hey, Nate," I said.

"What are you doing here?" he said.

I said, "Um...my mom died, and I am staying here with my cousin who came
with my aunt and uncle for the funeral."  He looked over my shoulder to see
John in his towel.

Nate said, "Yeah, gosh, I was really sorry to hear about your mom."

I said, "Thanks.  It's okay.  What are you doing here?"

He said, "I am the room service.  I do this on the weekends.  My mom works
here."

There was a bit of a silence as he looked at my chest and my towel.  There
was a slight breeze, and it was cool; maybe upper 40's.  I could feel a few
drops of John's semen that I had not wiped off as the breeze blew over it.
My nipples were erect.

Nate looked back up to my eyes and turned a little red.  He said,
"Sometimes I even clean rooms."

I smiled, pointed at the rolling food table and said, "So, you want to
bring that in?"

"You bet!"  He pushed the cart in the room.  I could not take my eyes off
of his.  His were looking at John, and they glanced at each other.  Nate's
eyes scanned John's body like he had done mine.

Nate put his hand out to John and said, "Hey, I'm Nate."  John put his hand
out, and shook Nate's.  He said, "Hi, my name is John," in his quiet voice.
But as shy as he was, his voice was confident, and he still showed his warm
smile.  God, I loved him.

Slowly, and I could see this coming, the towel around John's waist untied
itself, came loose, and fell to the floor.

John's cock was still plump and looked oh, so fine!  Again, he was pretty
endowed for an almost-thirteen-year-old.  And it still glistened just a
little from his recent activity.

Now, if it had been me, I would have quickly reached down and snatched the
towel back up to cover myself.  But John didn't rush.  He looked at the
towel for a second, blinked, and then reached down and picked it up.  He
held it up to open it up and straighten it out.  While he had his eyes on
the towel, Nate had his eyes glued to that cock.  John flexed his cock; it
bounced.  When he put the towel back on, he flexed his cock again, and it
bounced under the towel.  Holy Moly!

John looked up and met Nate's eyes.  Nate looked away quickly and started
busying himself setting up the breakfast tray.  John tucked the towel
around his waist and looked at me.  His dark eyes twinkled.  It was all I
could do not to laugh.

John said, "Excuse me," and headed into the bathroom, where he shut the
door.

I looked at Nate and asked, "So are you playing the game tomorrow?"  Our
high school had a lacrosse game the next day.  I usually went.

He said, "Yeah; you coming?"  He suddenly realized it was the wrong thing
to say, and said, "Oh, man, I am sorry!"

"It's okay," I said.  "The funeral is Monday, and I'll see you Tuesday,
probably."

He said, "Okay, well, if you need anything else, just call down.  I am
supposed to clean your room, so I'll be back.  I have practice later today,
so I'll be here until three."

I signed the check that he brought, included a nice tip, and handed it to
him.  When he took it, he touched my fingers.  It seemed like he did it on
purpose.

I managed to squeak out a "thanks,", and he headed out the door.

When it closed, I headed to the bathroom and knocked on the door.  John
called out, "Come in!"

I opened the door and he was sitting on the toilet.  He seemed to be taking
a crap, but I realized that he was letting the cum run out.  He said, "Man,
you sure do shoot a lot; just like Zachary!  It makes me want to take a
dump."

I turned on the bathtub faucets and to let the tub fill up again.  I
dropped my towel and climbed in.

I said, "So you were saying?"

He said, "What was I saying?"

"Zachary was fucking you."

He said, "Oh, right.  Well, I was facing him and he started kissing me.  I
had never kissed anyone like that, but something about it really got me
going.  He had some whiskers which were rough, but soft at the same time.
He sucked my tongue in and I guess that's where I learned that.  He's
taught me a lot!

"Anyway, he stopped kissing and said, `God, John you are so sweet,' and he
was pushing his dick into me and then I could feel it get bigger and felt
it pounding down there.  It was awesome!"

I asked, "Did you cum, too?"

He said, "No, but I was so close, so he pulled me off of him and started
sucking my dick.  He sucked and licked it, and told me my precum stuff
tasted great.  I told him, `Just wait,' and then shot in his mouth.  He
was, like, hungry for it.  I couldn't believe he was swallowing.  That made
me feel good, that he would want it.  It felt so awesome on my dick, too.
I`d never felt anything so good!  Well, until today, anyway!"

"I said, "I am betting it tasted great, too."

He flashed me that smile with the beautiful teeth.  "Do you think so?  I
never want to taste my own."

I reached over and kissed him on the cheek and said, "I want to taste you
all day!"

I sat on the edge of the tub, and let my knee touch John's.  I had this
overwhelming desire to lean over and bury my nose in his neck, so I did.
He jumped and giggled.

"Stop!  I `m trying to do some business here!" he said.

I cupped his face with both hands and then turned to climb into the tub.  I
sat in the water and splashed myself to let everything get wet, and then
started soaping myself.  I got up out of the water again and really cleaned
my cock.  As I washed, I kept talking.

"So," I asked, "what happened then?"

John wiped his ass and got up to wash his hands in the sink.  He said, "Oh,
Zachary felt bad, you could tell.  He started telling me he was sorry and
that we shouldn't have done that, but I just kissed him.  And I rubbed my
dick on his tummy.  His dick was still hard, so I grabbed it and pulled on
it and said that `this says we should have!' "

"He said that we should get back, so he helped me back to the bench, dried
off and put his clothes on and then got me dried off and my clothes on.  He
said that we shouldn't do it again, saying he could get into a lot of
trouble.  He seemed like he was going to cry, so I wrapped my arms around
him and pulled him close telling him it was okay."

I was getting a lump in my throat.  This had gone from a hot story he was
telling me to a touching one, and he had this look in his eyes that I
cannot really describe...it was trusting and confident and tender.

John said, "I told him it was fun and I hoped we could do it again, but
that I would understand if he didn't want to.  The rest of the practice, he
was quiet; you could tell he was thinking.  As we were leaving, I went up
to him and said, `thanks for helping me', and he said, `you're welcome.'  I
asked him if he would be able to go skating with his brother the next
weekend, and that seemed to brighten his face.  He said, `you bet!'  When
we met the next weekend, things seemed back to normal, and Zachary was his
old self."

I turned the water off.  There was a few seconds of silence.  John climbed
into the tub with me and we sat knee-to-knee.  He washed his body, like I
had done mine.

"Well," I asked, "did you do it again?"

John said.  "Well, two weeks later, Stephen had this out-of-town
tournament, and my parents had to go.  I had stuff for school and practice,
so they asked Zachary to stay with me.  He came over that Friday after
school, and my parents left around four o'clock.  Right away, I started
hanging on him.  He tried not to let it go too far, but it was no use.  He
told me that he had to know that I wanted it, and I told him that I had
never wanted anything more!  He let me unzip his pants and I pulled his
dick out and got a good look at it.  It looked and felt so cool!  I asked
him to show me how to suck it, and he did.  He showed me how to watch my
teeth.  He showed me how to wet my hand to jack it while I sucked, and it
didn't take long for him to cum."

By now, I was hard again, and John and I got up and out of the tub.  He was
hard too.  As we dried off, he told me how he had spent many hours with
Zachary in bed that weekend, getting a specialized tutorial in boy-to-boy
sex.  He told me that he really liked the taste of cum.  He told me that
Zachary liked to fuck and be fucked both.

I was jealous.

After we ate, we got dressed, and John's parents came just as we were
getting our shoes on.  They seemed a little somber, but seemed happy to see
us.  We went over to our house, and the rest of the day was spent with
friends coming over.

That night, the room had been cleaned when we got back.  Nate had done a
nice job.  John and I crawled into the same bed.  He kissed me and went
right down on me.  He really liked sucking my cock and swallowing all that
I had to give him.  Then he let me do the same.  We fell asleep in each
other's arms.

We saw Nate for room service, and each time he came up, he stayed a little
longer.  He and I connected more than we ever had, and I could tell he
wanted to see more of me.  He and John also seemed to hit it off.

Over the next two days, John and I made love several times.  It helped
assuage my grief, and gave me hope that things would work out all right.

When he and my aunt and uncle left to drive home, I was a little sad.  I
sat in my room with a sense of emptiness, both in my heart and my ass.
Little did I know that things would change, and they would get a lot
better.


More to come.  Let me know what you think.