Cousin Tom's Visit

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Ken

PS: If you are still here, then I do hope you enjoyed Chapter One and enjoy my endeavours in Chapter Two. (Or perhaps not – c'est la vie.)

 

 

Chapter Two

 

Tom rolled over to make room for me and I slid in behind his back. The thin blankets were pulled up. I was unsure where to put my hands so squeezed them between my legs. I was shaking, was this a shiver or fear? Tom reached behind me, took hold of my right hand and pulled me in closer, our bodies touched, he place my hand on his chest and held it there.

"Relax," he whispered, "you're OK."

We lay like this for sometime, our breathing becoming more normal, I tried to relax my body into the curves of his back, bottom and legs. He felt warm, solid and big and it began to feel good, my shaking reduced. He spread the fingers of my right hand placing his own fingers in the gaps between and continued to press it against his chest. Then he moved a little, and still holding my hand he, oh so slowly, began to slide it down his body, inch by inch, bit by bit. My outstretched fingers felt his belly button and the soft hairs beyond and then they reached the elastic waistband of his briefs. Tom froze.

He rolled onto his back and at the same time still pressing my hand to his body slipped one of my fingers under the protective waist band. He let go. I was on my own. Did I pull back from this oh so exciting exploration or did I continue? He was allowing me to make that decision.

I slipped another finger under the band; Tom squirmed and murmured something but nothing. I pushed down a bit further feeling his wiry pubes beneath until I reached what I presumed to be the tip of his erect cock. Now I too, froze.

Tom took hold of my wrist and pushed my hand all the way in, "Take hold of it," he whispered, "take a tight hold." I did so but unsure what to do next. "Wank me off."

"I er..." There was that word, that magical word first mentioned by little Billy in the school yard.

Taking hold of my hand Tom showed me what I already kinda knew. "Mm, that's right, slowly up and down, up and down, not too fast, I want it to last, mmm." I continued for quite a while before I wriggled down the bed a bit to get a better grip. I started again but Tom stopped me, and turning to face me said,

"This your first time?"

"Uh..." Did I dare admit that it was, what would he think of me?

"Well if it is, let's do it properly," he lifted his bum and pushed off his briefs, "and now my young friend let's have these off."

He pulled at my pyjamas. I did not need a second telling and leaping out of bed I pulled the top over my head and dropped the pants to the floor, my dick sprang out horizontally.

"Get back in here you little wanking cock-teaser you!"

He pulled me into bed and I lay on top of him, dragging the blanket over the top of us. My dick squashed on his stomach, his cock between my legs, our faces facing each other. This felt so right, I was in heaven. I buried my head in the side of his neck and he sucked the lobe of my ear which made me giggle, so I nibbled his.

"Go on, do it more," he urged. I readily agreed and kissed, nibbled licked my way round his neck loving the feel of his bristles and also loving the smell of him. I paused as I reached his lips, he pulled my head closer and he kissed me gently on the lips. In our house kissing was something always done on the cheek, but this was different, this sent shivers all the way down to – yes – the tip of my cock. He held me closer and I kissed him back, this time I could feel his tongue on my lips, it pushed gently parting my lips. I pulled back, he did not insist, but slid his hands all down my back before grabbing hold of my bum cheeks. Although my cock was still squashed I could feel the tip of it, the sensation was something I had never experienced before. I kissed him again, this time he parted his lips and I slipped in my tongue. He parted by bum cheeks and gently slid a finger from my arse hole down to my balls.

"D'ya like that?"

Without waiting for a reply he pushed me a little further down the bed and I could feel the tip of his cock behind my balls. He began to use both hands to rub both of us at once; I squirmed loving the feeling of his cock hitting my arse.

Rolling me over on to my back he sat up and took both cocks in one hand and pushed them together before continuing to rub us both up and down. His other hand stroked my hair, my chest, my arms, my lips. I kissed his finger and he gently put it into my mouth.

"Suck it."

This was a new one on me, but like a baby I sucked away.

"No, gently."

He pushed and pulled his finger in and out of my mouth and I gently sucked and licked. He bent over me and we kissed again, this time his tongue gently explored just inside my mouth. `Wow,' I thought. He continued to lie on top of me with his cock between my legs.

"Grip it."

"Er?"

"Grip my cock with your thighs."

I did.

He moved gently up and down as I tried my best to grip his cock. He relaxed, paused, then rolled over to the side of me.

"Listen my little cock buddy, I need to piss, yeah, again, I'll be right back."

"Can I come with you?"

"Do you need a pee?"

"No, I want to watch you."

"You little..., come on then, but best be quiet; we don't want them downstairs spoiling our fun."

I got out of bed and was about to put on my pyjamas, "No," he whispered, "let's remain naked."

I gulped, for another thing we never did in our house was walk around without any clothes on.

"Come on," he hissed, "I'm burstin'."

We crept across the bedroom floor hoping that the odd creaking floor board was not heard downstairs, but from the sounds of the increasing laughter and music I guessed we'd be OK, as long as nobody else needed to go and if they did, that they would use the downstairs loo.

Tom led the way across the dark upstairs hall-way and, only once inside the toilet and with the door firmly locked did he turn on the light. We stood on opposite sides of the bowl and I stared and stared, for this was the first time I had seen a cock of this size fully naked.

"What you starin' at, ain't you ever seen one before?" I was lost for words. He started to pee.

"Can I hold it?"

"Eh? Oh yeah, sure."

Holding it and feeling the force of the piss coming up through this long, heavy monster was thrilling. I looked down at my own dick and thought how pathetic it looked. Tom obviously read my thoughts.

"Give it time, in a couple of years or so yours'll be just like mine."

He reached across the bowl and fondled my dick, "Mine looked just the same when I was your age."

His piss had ended but I held on to his cock loving the feeling of the weight of both cock and his amazing balls. I pulled back the foreskin to reveal the purple beneath, he began to stiffen.

"Come on, we've got unfinished business." He flushed the loo and as I turned to go, he slid his hand between the cheeks of my bum, "By the way, has anyone told you, but you have a very fuckable arse."

I giggled, there was that word again, `fuck,' what exactly did it mean?

He stepped in front of me, "Let me lead you back." With that command he switched off the light, bent down and kissed me, my lips parted readily and our tongues met. I reach down to feel his now stiff cock. "Come on, I need a wank!" He took hold of my own stiff cock and like a dog on a lead, led me back to the bedroom.

With the bedroom door safely shut it was my turn to lead the way for now we snuggled together in my bed. He turned, switched on the bedside lamp looked at me and asked, "Why here?"

"I want to smell you tomorrow night when you've gone."

"You know what," he said, "I'm about to give you a night you will remember for years to come." How right he was.

"Have you ever sucked anyone?"

"You mean their dick?"

"Yeah, it's really good. Let me show you what I mean."

He squirmed down my bed and gently kissed the top of my dick. I gasped in delight at this but it was nothing in comparison to when he licked it up and down using lots of spit. Then he nibbled my balls and to my utter amazement took the whole of my dick in his mouth. It was almost too much and I wriggled under him.

Letting go he said, "Relax, enjoy the sensation, don't fight it." He began again; the tingling sensation went right through me. Eventually he stopped and came back up to my face, "Here," he said before kissing me again, "taste your own cock."

We lay for a while and, before he said anything, I knew exactly what it was going to be.

"Do you think, would you be able to, er ...?" If he finished the sentence I did not hear him for my head was already under the blankets my mouth searching his cock.

"Ouch, use your tongue, don't bite," came a muffled instruction.

I concentrated on what I was doing and tried not to gag when he pushed against me.

"That's it; keep going, not too fast, oh shit..." His comments flowed in a continuous muffled whisper through the darkness, and then his whole body began to stiffen. "Whoa, slow down my little fuck-a-roonie or you'll get the biggest surprise of your life." He pulled me back on top of him, his cock once again between my thighs.

"Does the word, `cum' or `orgasm' mean anything to you?"

"No."

"Well, I'm about to `cum', and have an orgasm."

"Is that something to do with `spunk'?" Another word I'd heard on the playground but didn't fully understand.

"You've got it, now let me just..."

Once again he started to push up and down with his cock between my legs; my own dick was being pushed to and fro against his belly. The sensation for me was overwhelming. Gradually he pushed and pulled harder and harder before pushing me off him and on to the bed and, grabbing his cock with both hands he worked it up down, faster and faster. He kicked away the blankets leaving us both exposed to the cool night air. I did the same with my cock, up and down, up and down. I didn't care that we were probably making a lot of noise that could be heard downstairs, I was beyond caring and knew I had to continue. Suddenly Tom arched his back lifting his cock high in the air whilst continuing to do the up and down thing.

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm going to cu-uh-uh-um. Fu – u - ck!"

I stopped and watched. For completely unexpectedly his cock exploded and with jerks that appeared to have nothing to do with Tom, his cock spurted out load after load of thick white stuff. One, two, three, four, five jerks each accompanied a spurt of this stuff.

"Is that...?"

"Yeah," he groaned, "that's spunk."

I continued to watch as this, whatever it was, subsided. He continued wanking, (For now I presumed that's what he had been doing) for a moment or two after these explosions, still sliding his hand up and down his now slithery cock. He looked at me, "That was the best ever, and now my little wank-aroonie, let me finish you off."

He slid his hand up over his stomach picking up some of the spunk on his fingers, "Firstly, I welcome you to the brotherhood of `Wankers'," he smeared the spunk all over my dick, "and to complete your initiation I will now deliver you into the land of `Orgasm'." He kissed me and let me suck his finger with the remaining spunk still on it.

With more of his spunk he oiled my dick and proceeded to slowly wank me, pulling my foreskin down as far as it would go and using both his hands and his mouth he continued to massage my dick, the feeling ever more powerful until I too arched my back and gasped in awe as the sensation, albeit dry, flowed throughout my young body.

"Welcome," he said, "welcome to the land..., to the land of `Masturbation & Orgasm', the land of manly pleasures, but now my little friend, I, and possibly you, need to sleep. So, my friend, I leave you to your dreams." He moved to get out of my bed.

"No," I pleaded with him, "Stay Tom, sleep with me, cuddle me, you did promise, cuddle me all night. Please!"

"And you know Stephen," I said looking across at my lover, reaching out to stroke his face, "that's exactly what we did. And as Zebedee said at the end of each episode of `The Magic Roundabout', now it's `Time for Bed.' "

"Good night, everyone, Sweet dreams."