Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2012 08:11:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Kevin Subject: Incest_Comforted-by-Cousin-John-Chapter-8 The following is a work of fiction. None of this ever really happened. We woke up at the same time; it was about one o'clock in the morning. The bed-side table lamp was on. We looked at each other and Nate kissed me softly on the lips. He then buried his face in my neck and took a deep breath. We lay there a couple of minutes. I was running my fingers around his nipples, and then down his abs. My fingers went "bump, bump, bump" down the rectus muscles. I traced around and into his navel, and began to feel the hair of his trail. I got to his pubic hair and gently pulled on it. I love running my fingers through pubic hair. Of course, he started to chub. I said, "So, you have been thinking about this for years? Since when?" He said, "Since you were in maybe seventh grade; and it is more like an obsession. You were the first friend I ever thought was hot." "Really?" I was astounded. I thought I was okay-looking, certainly not paper-bag-over-the-head material, but I did not see myself as "hot." Nate said, "I started noticing you and being attracted when you sat at the next table in the lunchroom. You would raise your arms, and I could see into your shirt sleeves and see your beginning pit hair." He pulled on my pit hair. He said, "I love your pit hair." I giggled. He kissed me on the cheek. He continued, "And then, when we were changing in the locker room. Your shoulders started filling out. You were my first jerk-off fantasy. I have jerked-off to you twice a day ever since." "Wow," I said. "That is, like, three years." He said, "Yeah, well, it was tough, but someone had to do it." We both erupted in laughter, and he pulled me into a hug, and began to nibble at my neck, like I had seen his dad do to him earlier. I went berserk and we wrestled a little. He was so warm and firm and soft. I was taken with his confidence. And I was blown away that he liked me. I asked, "So, what did you think about when you jerked off?" He said, "Everything! Your pits, your hair, your skin, your eyes." I interrupted him. "You're the one with the beautiful eyes!" "And your cock," he said. He reached and took my cock in his hand and squeezed. "I have been following the development of your cock since you first started getting hair." He pulled on the hair. "There was something about you then that was very attractive. And you have only gotten better." Now it was my turn to blush. "In fact," he said, "one of my major activities has been a fact-finding mission on your cock." "And?" I asked. Nate said, "I don't have enough information yet. I have seen it, finally felt it, but only with my dick," he said. "Oh, and now my hand." He stroked it to full mast. He milked out some precum and spread it around the head. Holy Moly! He went on, "I made a major leap last weekend when I cleaned your and your cousin's room. I found some cum on your sheets, so I tasted it. It tasted great, but I don't know if it was yours or.not." I turned red and stuttered, all at the same time. I ventured, "Well, you should give it the taste test." "Right you are," he said. He leaned down and took my head into his mouth. He held his lips in place and worked the tongue all around the crown. I felt the blood surge to it, and more precum surge out of it. "Mmmmm," Nate murmured through his lips. He came off my cock and smacked them, and whispered, "God, that tastes sweet!" He turned me on my back and got between my legs and pulled up on my shaft. He started sucking with gusto, like a man desperate for air. He rubbed his spit on my cock with his hand and was pushing me to the edge. Being fifteen is great. I lifted my ass up off the bed and, grabbing onto his shoulders, blew the back of his head out with my first blast. The softness of his mouth was indescribable. It was the right mix of softness and teeth. I cried out and I could hear him gulp and swallow as his hand and mouth became a piston. I came and came and came. I could hear him vocalize through the movement and cum. He didn't lose a drop. Nate's head and face dropped, and I could feel his soft hair on my stomach. He let my cock drop out of his mouth and he came up and kissed me on the lips again, this time letting my tongue push into him. I tasted my cum and his saliva, a sweet taste. I sucked on his tongue. He pulled back and looked at me with his dark eyes. My heart about leapt out of my chest! Holy Moly! Nate said, "Yep, it was your cum on the sheets." We were both quiet for a few seconds. He leaned in again and kissed me and said, "I think I am in love." As he said "love", I instinctively pulled my legs up and could feel his cockhead at my hole. His mouth melded with mine, and I whispered into his teeth, "I am in love." His precum dripped into my crevice. He pushed forward and rubbed his glans back and forth over the crinkles of my anus, teasing me beyond belief. Now, some people think that straight sex is instinctive, survival of the species and all that. But my wanting his cock in my ass was instinctive. This is what evolution wanted me to do. I believe in evolution, and I believe that it has divine providence. I pushed back against him, felt his head push through, and suddenly I felt him slip past my ring. My world exploded! So many sensations came to a head all at once. He slid easily up to the hilt, and I felt his pubes on my perineum. Once again, I felt married to him. As he bottomed out, he stuck his tongue in my mouth and I sucked on it. He opened his eyes, and I could see the lines of his irides radiate out from the pupil. The pupils were dilated and the irides were dark, dark brown. I was looking into his soul. He said, "Oh, Kevin, this is what I have dreamed about." He slowly pulled all the way out and then slowly went back in. He did this for what must have been twenty minutes. Slowly, gradually, he picked up speed. We smelled like sex, my legs were over my head, and he began to thrust his hips on my ass. Oh, boy, in and out! Fap City. He thrust like a mad boy for a long time and slowly drove me to the brink. My cock started spraying precum and then globs of white goo, even though I had just filled his mouth. He sensed this and frantically sped up. I could feel him go past the point of no return, and his cock expanded (I actually felt this), and he began shooting inside me. Pulse after pulse after pulse. He was still sucking on my tongue. I sucked back. My legs came down and wrapped around his waist. We lay like that for a long time. He was kissing me all around my mouth, face, and neck. Eventually, his cock completely softened, and he slowly pulled out. He said, "Yep, I'm in love. We were quiet for a few seconds. He then said, "Tell me if I am going too fast." We both erupted in laughter. After we settled down, I looked back in those eyes and said, "I love you, too." We got up to take a shower. He washed me, making sure to clean me everywhere. I did the same for him. After we dried off, we got ready for bed. Nate put on some clean underwear. He said, "I normally don't sleep with underwear, but sometimes my parents come in, and us being naked would be a little too much." I agreed and pulled on some clean boxers, too. We climbed into bed, him lying on his back and me cuddled to his side with my leg up over his thigh and my hand stroking his chest, nipples, and pit hair. This is still one of my favorite things to do. He smelled so nice. I woke up the next morning around eight-thirty. Nate and I had disengaged overnight and he was lying on his back. His cock was peeking through the hole in his boxers. It was soft and looked delicious. Did I mention he was circumcised? I watched him sleep for about ten minutes. He snored just a bit, and it made him seem so human. It was one of those things where I could see myself doing this ten years from now. I was in love. I touched him and said, "Nate", and he didn't move. I pushed a little harder and said it louder. Nothing. I couldn't resist. I reached over and started running my finger tip on his cock head. He kept snoring, so I kept rubbing. A bead of precum magically appeared at the tip. I took the bead and and rubbed it around, stroking the head. His cock stiffened a little more, and it oozed out a little more precum. I spread it around more, and his cock got slicker. I leaned over him and stuck my tongue out and touched it to the head. His precum was sweet. I held the head in my mouth, not moving my head but gently running my tongue around and around the crown. He was pouring out just enough precum to let me taste it but not enough to fill me up. By now his cock was extended to its full seven inches. I couldn't help myself. I moved over so that I was leaning cross his stomach, facing his feet. I wrapped my hand around his cock, leaned across his torso, and gently wrapped my lips around his crown. I tried to be unobstrusive, but seriously, how does one do that sucking cock? I have never seriously believed stories where people get sucked off and don't wake up. And Nate woke up in a hurry. I could tell his breathing changed and his right hand came up and started stroking my back and shoulders. It was like a long, slow continuum. His muscle gradually got tighter, his breathing got a little shallower and slowly faster, his stroking my shoulders changed slowly to a gripping of his hand on my back, his legs slowly lifted up (which I could feel in the taughtness of his abs), his cock poured out more precum. My sucking became more urgent, and again, this was instinctive. Then, over a few seconds, I could sense him cresting, I could feel the contraction of his perineum, and I felt my mouth flooded with his juice. Is there anything in the world like that? I kept pulling on Nate's cock, swallowing and milking it until it gradually stopped pulsing and he started to squirm. I came off of his cock and turned and kissed him, and then cuddled under his arm. He was so warm and smelled like a clean boy. We lay there for maybe 10 minutes, when there was a knock on the bedroom door. I jumped, but Nate held me tight, and called out, "What?" I was thinking that the door would open and there we were, so I started to scramble, but he held me tighter. I looked wild-eyed at the door. It didn't open. The door knob didn't even turn. But you could hear Nate's dad's muffled voice on the other side of the door saying, "hey guys, it snowed and sleeted last night, so you won't be able to go to hockey today. Why don't you guys sleep in?" Nate chirped, "Okay, Dad!" He then turned and looked at me, and said, "So.was it good for you, too?" We both erupted again. More to come.let me know what you think.