Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2012 07:28:15 -0800 (PST)
From: kevwriter85@yahoo.com
Subject: Comforted-by-Cousin-John-Chapter 5

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


I ended up going back to school on Wednesday.  We had my mom's visitation
on Sunday and then the funeral on Monday.  It was very sad.  As a testament
to how many people knew and liked my mom, there must have been over 300
people at the visitation.  One of those people was Nate Jensen, who came
with his parents.  He stopped and talked to me and John for quite a while.
I was really starting to like this guy.

A word about Nate: he was maybe 5 feet 9 inches, 150 pounds, and dark brown
hair and dark eyes.  He had the nicest eyes, but these were accentuated by
very full and sensuous lips that seemed to glisten all the time.  We live
up north, where it gets really dry in the winter, and somehow his lips
never were chapped.

On Tuesday, my brothers went back to school, and Dad and I spent the day
moving stuff from my mom's house to my dad's house.  That was really
difficult.  There were a lot of memories in my mom's house.  I cried a bit
hugging my dad.

The routine of school was something of a comfort.  All of my friends, and
even some people I didn't know, said really nice things to me in the halls
and in the classrooms.  My teachers were all very understanding and helped
me arrange whatever I had to do to make up the work that I had missed.  I
have to admit though, being a very polite kid who didn't make waves, the
teachers all seemed to like me.

Soccer was already in full swing, so I was going to go to practice that
afternoon.

That week, I was also starting practice for what is called Showcase hockey.
For me, this was off-season play.  For those of you who don't know, some
kids play hockey year-round in one league or another, and Showcase hockey
is for the off-season.  I always was most enthusiastic about whatever sport
the season-at-hand brought, so in the spring and summer, soccer was
dominant for me.  I was actually a good hockey player (if I can say that),
so the coaches always encouraged me to sign up for Showcase.  I did it
mostly for the fun.  And looking back on it, I also did it to see the guys.
:-)

Soccer practice was right after school; then I would go home and eat
supper, and then hockey would be at night.  The rink for Showcase was about
a twenty-minute drive from my house.  That morning, my dad had suggested
that I look into getting a ride to and from practice.  I wouldn't get home
until late, and he had my brothers to get to bed.

I was so busy with my mom's death and funeral that I had not had time to
check the Showcase team roster.  During the second class at school, I
talked to a friend who played both leagues also, and he showed me the
rosters and practice schedules, when what to my wondering eyes should
appear, but that Nate Jensen and I were on the same team.

Like I have said previously, Nate and I had played together for a long
time, mostly during the regular season, but this would be the first time
that he and I were playing hockey together after I discovered both that I
liked dick and that he might like dick also.

I saw Nate in the hall between class periods, and I went up to him to say
hi.  He saw me coming and said, "Hey!", and then he got a look in his eyes,
and he surprised me by pulling me into a hug.  Instead of putting my arms
around his shoulders, I reached up and held him by the sides of his
abdomen.  He was maybe an inch taller than me.

His face and mine were cheek-to-cheek.  The feeling of a guy's face on
mine, in an embrace, is one of the most erotic things to me with a guy.

I could feel his soft whiskers and a little wetness from his mouth on my
ear, which was heaven.  Plus, he smelled nice...very manly.  He quietly
said, "How are you?  Are you doing okay?"

I said, "Yeah; thanks."

We pulled back from each other, but were still close.  Boy, did he smell
good.

He stepped back a little bit more, with a twinge of self-consciousness in
his eyes.  "I looked for you yesterday.  You must have had more stuff to
do?"

I nodded.

"Did you get your cousin off?" he asked.

It was all I could do not to respond to the double entendre implications of
his statement, and I said, without a smile, "Yeah, he left Monday after the
funeral."

Nate's face clouded a bit, perhaps realizing what he had said, and he was
trying not to crack a smile, it seemed.

"So are you going to hockey tonight?" he asked.

I said, "Yeah, but I am not sure how I am going to get there.  My dad wants
me to find a ride."

His face lit up, and he said, "I can take you!  When should I pick you up?"

I said, "Are you sure?"

He said, "No problem.  My dad said I could drive his Explorer."

"Fine," I said, "maybe six-thirty.  Practice starts at seven-fifteen."

"I'll be there," he said.  "You got soccer today?"

I said, "Yep...you got lacrosse?"

"Yeah; maybe see you after."

"That sounds good.  Talk to you later," I said.

Nate put his hands out and touched both of my forearms, sort of like an
embrace, but not exactly.  Somehow, I felt it in my cock.  I wrapped my
fingers gently around his forearms, and he had a nice amount of hair on
them.

"Okay; bye," he said.  He turned and went down the hall.

That afternoon, I went out on the soccer field and ran my ass off with
drills and scrimmaging.  It felt good to get some exercise.  I had not had
any in a week.

Afterwards, I went to the showers.  And, of course, the lacrosse team was
there, too, along with Mr. Nate.  He was about three stations away from me,
and he kept sneaking glances my way.  The shower room was a big open one
with about sixteen shower stations, and it was nice and dark, so you could
check people out without anyone catching on.  So, of course, I faced him
quite a bit while soaped up my cock and while I let the water run over my
head with my eyes closed.  And, of course, I face away from him while I
soaped my ass.  And, of course, I snuck glances right back at him.  He
puffed up a bit like he usually did, and I was getting a slight semi, too,
so I hurriedly finished and went back to our locker to dress.

I dried off as best I could and stood there naked to let the crooks and
nannies air-dry.  I was getting my deodorant out of my locker when Nate
passed me.  He had his towel around his waist and was headed to his locker,
which was about ten down from mine.

As he passed me, he reached up and touched my shoulder.  The touch was
full-palm, and his fingers stroked my deltoid as he walked by.  He didn't
say a word and didn't look at me.  Right away, I started to bone a little,
so I grabbed my underwear and jeans and pulled them on.  I put deodorant on
and pulled on my shirt.  I noticed that my nipples were stiff and lightly
ran my fingers over them.  I finished dressing, and closed the door of my
locker.

I looked over, and Nate had his towel off, facing away from me.  His ass
was divine.  It had just the right amount of fuzz on it.  He turned a
little, and I noticed his cock was chubbed more than I had ever seen it.
It was almost halfway between pointing straight down and straight out.  He
pulled on his brief underwear and tucked his cock down.  He then turned to
face me.

I walked over and stood in front of him.  There were maybe three other guys
within ten feet of us.  They were all minding their own business...maybe
trying not to look at others the way lots of guys do in a locker room.

I looked at his torso.  It was what you might expect.  He was toned and
hard, but looked soft, and he had a beautiful, brown treasure trail heading
into his underwear.  His puffy cock was nicely outlined in his briefs.  The
head had a nice shape.  His legs had that sexy, sixteen-year-old leg-hair
fuzz which is, oh, so sexy.  I looked up at his face, and his eyes were
just angelic.

I said, "Well, see you later, Nate," and he smiled at me.

"Yep; six-thirty," he said.

As I passed him to leave, I reached up and did the same to him he had done
to me.  I gently placed my hand on his shoulder.  He was so warm.

I walked out to the front of the school and met my brothers.  My dad picked
us up, and we stopped at a MacDonald's on the way home.  My brothers are
named Chris and Michael.  They were then eleven and nine years old,
respectively.

I know where everyone is hoping this is going, but no, I have never done
anything sexually with my brothers.

We went into MacDonald's to eat, and I got my usual meal.  We sat down to
eat and I looked around.  For the first time, I noticed how many tables had
one adult with a few kids.  It occurred to me that this is what a lot of
single parents do when they have to feed their kids.  It gave me a sad
feeling.

My dad told us that mom had left her house to her brother, John's dad, and
he didn't know what was going to happen to it.  It raised my interest,
though, thinking that maybe this would mean I would see more of John.  My
dad and uncle were on really good terms, all things considered.

Later, we went home, and I worked on some homework, and it didn't take
long.  I was one of those kids who never really had to study to do well in
high school, although I am not really what one would consider a really
smart person.

After I finished my homework, I got my hockey stuff together.  Then I went
to my room, lay on my bed, and rubbed out a powerful orgasm thinking of
Nate's ass in the locker room.  I caught the cum in my hand and ate it all.
This wasn't usually my thing, but I missed the taste of John's cum, and I
imagined what Nate must taste like.

At 6:20, I heard Nate pull up and looked out the window.  He stepped out of
his dad's Explorer and walked up the walk to our front door.  He slipped
his hand in his pocket and adjusted his cock.  I really notice when guys do
that.

When he rang the doorbell, my dad answered and invited Nate in just as I
was coming down the stairs in the front hall.  He looked gorgeous.  We said
hi.  He reiterated his condolences to my dad, and you could tell my dad
liked him.

Ever the concerned father, my dad asked Nate how long he had had his
license (one month), and asked him to be careful driving.

Nate looked my dad directly in the eyes and said, "I always do, but
especially when I am carrying special cargo."  That hung in the air for a
two-beat pause, and then he added, "Like when I drive my younger brother
and sister around."  He looked at me and then back at my dad.  "Or Kevin,"
he said.  He then broke into a gorgeous smile.

My dad smiled, reached up and tousled Nate's hair, and said, "Thanks buddy.
You guys have fun."

We stepped out the door; I put my hockey bag and stick in the back of his
Explorer, and climbed into the passenger seat.

The drive was pretty uneventful.  We talked about mundane things.  There
was a noticeable lack of talking about girls.  He wanted to know about me.
I asked him about his job at the hotel, and he told me he had been doing it
since he turned 16, as a way to make money to buy his own car.  Then he
said, somewhat pointedly, "You wouldn't believe what I find sometimes
cleaning rooms."  We were just pulling into the rink parking lot, so I
couldn't ask for more information.

Hockey practice was exhaustive, but fun.  It ran a little over an hour.
The rink building had showers, so we showered again.  This time, Nate and I
stood next to each other while we showered.  I really tried not to be too
obvious looking at him, but it was impossible.  It was all I could do not
to spring wood, and I thanked the good Christ that I had wanked earlier.
Nate did his usual mild-semi routine and his cock looked mighty fine like
that.

We took our time getting dressed, and at one point were sitting
side-by-side on the bench.  We were just talking and briefly touched our
upper arms and elbows.  I looked down and noticed a small wetness at the
tip of his cock.  When he put on his clean briefs, a wet spot showed up on
the fabric at the tip.  Holy Moly!

We finished dressing and loaded up our stuff in his car and drove home.  It
was dark, so we were pretty quiet.  I was thinking a lot, and he seemed to
be also.

When we pulled up at my house, Nate said, "Let me help you," and got out.
Now, if any of you have ever carried a hockey bag, you know that they look
big, but are lighter than a school backpack.  So I didn't really need the
help.  But I was delighted that he did that, so I grabbed the stick and
headed into my garage.

It was dark in the garage.  My dad had an LED clock on the counter, so
there was a faint glow, but it was hard to see, nonetheless.  I had to show
Nate where to put the bag down, and I pulled on his arm a little bit, and
felt his forearm hair.  It made my cock twitch.

He set down the bag and turned to face me.  "Okay, Kevin; I'll see you
tomorrow."

He hesitated a little, and then said, "I am really sorry about your mom."

I said, "Thanks, Nate."

He then slowly pulled me into a hug again, just like he had done earlier at
school.  This time, it was a little tighter and a lot longer.  My hands
again went up to the sides of his abdomen again, and then wrapped around
the lower part of his back.  My cock was now rock hard, snaking up the left
side of my pants, and he had to feel the fullness.

Our faces were together again, and we stood like that for about three or
four seconds.  This time, he turned slightly and kissed me on the cheek.
His lips were soft and wet.

Then he stepped back, and said, "See you tomorrow."

"All right; thanks!"

As he walked out, he turned and said, "Oh, I can drive to hockey Friday
night if you want."

"That sounds great!" I chirped as he headed towards his car.

I ran inside, ran past my dad sitting in the kitchen, said, "Hey, Dad," ran
upstairs, pulled my jeans down, spit on my hand, and furiously jerked off
standing in front of the mirror of my bathroom.  I shot all over it.

I was falling in love.


More to come; let me know what you think.