Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2013 15:22:04 -0800 From: Stefan Trulove Subject: Cousins At Christmas - Vignette 1 Christmas at my grandparents, was always bustling with activity, with moms and dads, aunts and uncles, and of course, all of the cousins, everyone vying for appropriate time to spend with family, and adequate space to commandeer for the holiday stay. The grown ups, of course, always got a bedroom of their own, all of my girl cousins always got the floor in the den, and my cousin Steven and I were always relegated to the unfinished upstairs. Unfinished was really a misnomer, because the entire room was dry walled, painted, and had all of the electrical boxes and light switches installed with contractor grade plates, and just off the landing near the steps, was a half bath, complete with toilet, and a vanity with sink. Heck, it even had one of those flat mirrors that ran the length of the vanity. Unfurnished was a better description, which meant that once again, we'd be sleeping on a pallet made of quilts and blankets. On our first night there, with dinner done, conversations ended, and all of our presents wrapped and tucked beneath the tree in anticipation of the coming Christmas Eve, Steven and I headed upstairs to the pallet made earlier that day by our grandmother, in anticipation of our own long winter's nap. Well, that was what I had been anticipating. When we crawled beneath the covers, Steven was simply a bundle of nervous energy, and I could immediately tell that he had something on his mind. Being that he was, after all, a couple of years older, and more experienced than me, I figured that whatever it was that he was dealing with, I would certainly know the details shortly. "Steven, what's going on, you're acting really nervous" I said. "Denny, I have gotta tell you something, or I'm just gonna bust" he replied. But you have to keep it between us, cuz... Seriously, you can't tell anyone, OK?" "Sure Steven... Jeez, I do know how to keep a secret!" "Den, you're never gonna believe this. When I was away at bible camp this summer, I got pretty close with a counselor named Eric, and we talked a lot about sex and stuff. Then he showed me some things, sex things, that I had never known before." "What kind of things?", I asked. "The kinds of things that boys do with girls". "You did sex things with girls?" "No, goofy, he showed me, by, you know, doing them with me". I'm pretty sure that the look on my face reflected all too well the stunned feeling in my mind. "He did what?", I asked. "He showed me about the things that boys and girls do when they have sex". "Showed you how?" "You know, by touching, and rubbing, and feeling, and... Come on, all of the stuff that boys and girls do! Would you like me to show you?" I had begun, for a while now, to feel more and more attracted to my cousin Steven, and had masturbated often to fantasies about him. I was, however, way to embarrassed to reveal that to him now, so I blurted out, "Uh, I don't know Steven, I'm not sure it's right to do boy girl stuff with another boy." "Oh come on, Denny, it won't hurt. As a matter of fact, it really felt good when Eric did it to me" he retorted. Steven turned on his side to face me, and without hesitation reached out with his hand, and went through my pajama fly, and closed his fingers around my boyhood, which immediately sprang to life. I was too surprised by his action to do anything but whimper, until he started stroking my pecker... "What the hell?", was the first thought to enter my mind. That was replaced pretty quickly with, "Oh, my God", as his piston action brought about rigidity in my dick that I had never experienced in all of my thirteen previous years. I was starting to lose control, squirming around as if I wanted to escape, and knowing all to well, deep down, that I didn't, when Steven leaned over and took me in his mouth. As his lips closed around the mushroom that was my head, my heart skipped a beat. He then proceeded to devour my shaft, and being caught totally off guard, without any chance to gain composure, I simply could hold back no longer, and felt the overwhelming sensation of the tingling and tickling of my orgasm build, until my prick emptied it's load, spasm after spasm, into Steven's mouth, until I had physically exhausted myself, and my supply... Steven pulled away from my crotch, and moved his face to mine, and offered me a kiss on the lips, which in my present state I did not refuse. When I parted my lips to accept his tongue, as I had done with a couple of girls before when we had French kissed, he allowed my hot load of cum to pour from his mouth into mine, and as our tongues intertwined in a boyish kiss, my first salty taste of semen, was my own. © 2013 Stefan Trulove