Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2003 13:14:04 -0800 From: dude sweet Subject: Cousin Teaches Me Coolness Having a cousin about my age was pretty cool. I think it is better than a brother, not that I ever had a brother, because most brothers I know fight with each other all the time. I only see my cousin a couple of times a year and we get along pretty good. He's 1.5 years older than me, so he looks out for me and teaches me how to be cool and stuff like that. So I was to spend two weeks with him in the summer when my mom and dad went on their second honeymoon, whatever that is. This year I am 12 and a half and he is almost 14. My name is Tommy and he is Rick. He used to be Ricky, now he is Rick. Maybe it's time for me to stop being Tommy and try to be Tom, I don't know. We look so much alike many people think we are brothers. It's kind of cool. When we go to bed, we are pretty excited, not only from getting to see each other again, but because we are going on a trip to Disneyland the next day. We stay up pretty late just talking. After a while of quiet, he says, "Tommy? Are you asleep?" Well it's funny, I was asleep; but only just asleep, so him calling my name woke me up. Have you ever tried to find the exact moment you fall asleep? Well this was that exact moment. I was asleep, only so just asleep, that him saying my name woke me back up. "Yes," I mumble. Then that's it. He doesn't say anything else. So I fall back asleep. The next day is pretty cool; hanging out, playing games, stuff like that. We talk till late. Three times he asks me if I'm asleep. Three times I say that I'm awake. Finally he falls asleep and then I do too. The next day, we drive most of the day to go to Disneyland. Me and him are in one bed and his parents are in the other. After it's quiet for a long time and I am almost asleep he whispers to me, "Are you still awake?" "Yes," I whisper back. He leans up and looks over at his parents. He lays back down. "Will you do me a favor?" he asks. "Yeah." "Go to the bathroom. Pee, flush the toilet and leave the door open, but turn out the light." "Why?" "Cause I want it to be noisy." "Why do you want it to be noisy." "Just do it. Please?" "Ok," I say getting out of bed, wondering why he wants it to be noisy. I follow his instructions. When I get back in bed, he has his knees up and I think he is playing with his dick or something. I get in bed quietly so I don't wake up his parents or disturb him. Yes, he is definitely playing with his dick under the covers. I watch, but can't see anything. I can hear his hand playing with his dick and his breathing getting faster and faster. He is ignoring me as I hear him speed up. For some reason, my dick gets hard like it does sometimes. I hold it, listening, watching him. Suddenly he pulls up the covers and I see his huge dick. It's hard too and stuff, not pea, comes out of it onto his belly. He lays there, panting. I can see he has hair down there too. I wish I had some. He pulls his boxers up from his ankles and wipes the wet stuff on the sheet. "What were you doing?" I ask quietly. "Shhhh." I whisper, even more quietly, "What were you doing?" "Jacking off." "What's that?" "It's when you play with your dick until sperm comes out. You don't do it?" "No. Why do you do it?" "Because it feels good. Goodnight." "Goodnight." I fall asleep, thinking about what he had just done, my hand holding my hard dick. The next day I pretty much forget about it as we have a blast at Disneyland. That night after dinner and watching TV, his parents decide to go out for a walk, so we are left alone in the motel. He turns off the lights and turns off the TV which we really weren't watching anyway. "Why did you turn out the lights? I'm not sleepy" "Sorry. I want to jack off. Is that cool with you?" "Yeah, I guess." He pulls down the covers and pulls down his boxers to his ankles. He grabs his dick and plays with it until it gets big and hard. I lay there as he moves it up and down faster and faster. I hold my hard dick as I enjoy his show. Then it happens again; he tenses up and stuff comes out of his dick onto his belly. "What's that?" "Sperms. You don't make them?" "I guess not." By now he has pulled his boxers back up over his still hard dick and wiped off the sperms. "Well try, he suggests." "What do I do?" I ask. "Just do what I was doing." I pull my boxers down and grab my already hard dick and play with it. "Not like that stupid." He pushes my hand away and grabs my dick with his finger and thumb. "Like this." He moves it up and down. I just lay there watching him play with my dick. "Do you like this?" "I guess." I mean, it feels kind of cool; but I couldn't understand what the big deal was. After a little, it starts to feel sore. I push his hand away. "It doesn't feel good anymore," I tell him. "Ok." He stops, pulls his boxers down again and plays with his. I leave my boxers down, squeezing my dick as I watch him do it again. This time nothing shoots out of his dick, but he still breathes funny and everything. I pull up my boxers as he does his. We fall asleep even before his parents come back. After the drive home, I am wondering why he likes it so much. I mean it feels ok, but it's no big deal. That night as we lay in our separate beds I ask him. "Maybe you're not old enough. It will start to feel good soon. I promise." He pulls his down I think and starts. I'm too far away. "Can I watch?" I ask. "Yeah." I go over and sit on his bed. His room is pretty light so even in the dark, I can see what he's doing. It makes my dick hard again. I hold it as I watch him shoot out his sperms. "Will you try mine again? Please?" "Sure." He pulls my boxers down and puts his finger and thumb, pumping me up and down. It still doesn't do anything cool. "You have to relax he says," as he pulls off my boxers, leaving me totally naked on his bed. He fixes my head comfortably on his pillow. He starts doing me again. Then it starts to tickle. I stay relaxed. Then I start to tense up and suddenly my dick feels like a firecracker, exploding. "There," he says as he squeezes that stuff, that sperm out of my dick. "Like it?" "Yeah," I reply. I like it a lot.