Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2008 21:04:44 EDT
From: Phootjb@aol.com
Subject: Fetish Fun With Cousin Chet: Part 2

That first incredible sexual experience with my older cousin Chet was to
become central my many subsequent fetish fantasies. Unfortunately, not long
after that one awesome summer night together, Chet left for college,
separating us by over 300 miles. I'd have to wait for semester break for
him to make a visit home, hoping that a "sexual reunion" might take place.

So, in the meantime, when alone and pleasuring myself with foot and piss
action, I contented myself with still vivid thoughts of Chet --- his lean
muscled body, great feet, big hard cock, rich piss stream, and mega cum
load. And invariably, as my sexual excitation peaked, I'd begin stroking my
dick like Chet had done, hoping to make "white goo" shoot from it like he
did. Damn, how I wished he was right there with me during those almost
daily solo sessions.

It was several months later, shortly after my 13th birthday, that I
experienced my first of many wonderful wet dreams.  And then one day, as I
was casually stroking my dick while watching a hot guy on TV that looked
like Chet, I shot my first cum load --- all over my hand, pants and shirt.
What a hot experience! It felt every bit as awesome as Chet said it would,
and I couldn't wait to tell him.

But my game plan didn't play out as I'd hoped. When Chet finally arrived
home on semester break, he had a girlfriend in tow. That sure put the
whammy on the opportunity to confide my newly acquired cum-ability, not to
mention giving him a demo --- along with a side order of foot and piss
action.  What a bummer!

And so, I continued to satisfy myself with JO fantasies of mutual
foot-and-piss action with Chet, imagining different scenarios in which he
would get to see me shoot a cum load. I didn't realize that it would be
another year or so before opportunity would come knocking.

I'd already turned 14 when Chet made one of his infrequent trips home, with
no girlfriend this time. I got to see him at an informal family get
together at my house.

I was totally taken by how great my 19 year old cousin looked, dressed for
the unusually hot weather in a tight-fitting tank top that greatly
flattered his muscular arms and chest, and equally tight cut-off jeans that
revealed the slightly bulging prize package I'd been hoping to see again
--- up close and personal like. But also catching my eye and stirring my
hormones was his bright white, new looking high-top sneakers, which he was
wearing without socks. Ooh, hot!

Chet and I finally had the opportunity to talk privately later in the
evening up in my room. But with people roaming around, our privacy was
considerably compromised and I had to be careful about the content of our
conversation. Chet commented on my growth spurt and voice change since he
had last seen me. But what really flattered my ego was his saying how good
I looked.

With Chet stretched out on my bed and me sitting on the bed edge, he talked
nonstop about college social life and his recent induction into a
fraternity.  Fortunately, nothing about a girlfriend was mentioned.

As Chet continued chatting, he nonchalantly began to untie his one sneaker,
clearly ready to remove it. Catching my look of unrestrained interest, he
smiled knowingly, commenting that the sneaks were new and still tight on
his feet. My lustful thoughts were racing ahead, as I imagined the new
sneaker smell and the aroma transfer to his bare feet.

With the one sneaker untied, he eased it off with his other sneakered foot.
On impulse, I intercepted it on the pretense of seeing the brand and
quality. I wanted to lift it to my nose, but didn't have to, since I could
readily detect the arousing new leathery sneaker smell as I inspected
it. The aroma immediately signaled my dick, which began to strain as it
swelled within my jeans.

Noting the size 10 embossed on the sneaker's inside, I casually mentioned
that I also now wore the same size. At that, Chet invited me to go ahead
and try his sneakers on.

Wow! So, I hastened to remove my sockless loafers. Chet kicked off his
other sneaker, intentionally letting it drop into my lap.

Man, how I wanted to release my hard dick and fuck that sneaker right then
and there --- if only no one else was around.  For now I would have to
content myself with wearing Chet's aromatic sneakers. I was totally
enjoying the feel of my bare feet within their confines, as well as the
renewed stimulation of my aching dick. Chet must have sensed the arousal,
since, much to my stunned amazement, he began to seductively stroke my bed
post up and down with his bare foot, like he was giving it a footjob.  Oh
man, was I dreaming or what? I could have cum right then and there.

My blissful state was suddenly broken by Chet's parents, who were calling
for him from downstairs.

Chet was told that it was getting late and they --- the only remaining
guests --- wanted to leave. And since Chet had come with them, he'd have to
leave as well. Shit!

Chet complained that we were still catching up, and asked if they could
hang out for just awhile longer.

In response to a negative on that, my mother (bless her!) invited Chet to
stay overnight. Could I believe my ears? It was like an answer to a prayer!

And where would Chet be sleeping? Why in my room of course, where there was
an old fold-out bed. My heart was pounding and my mind racing, consumed by
thoughts of the hot possibilities that lay ahead.

So, Chet slipped his sneakers back on and we went downstairs to say goodbye
to his parents. My parents walked them out, which meant at least a 15
minute prolonged good-bye before they actually drove away. That would give
me a bit of time alone with Chet --- an ideal opportunity to at long last
confide that like him, I could now shoot a healthy cum load myself.

We went back upstairs, and Chet, now sneakerless once again, lay back down
on my bed. I again sat on the edge. He listened attentively as I related my
"cumming out" experiences and frequent JO sessions. I found myself easily
confessing to his prominent role in my numerous foot-and-piss fantasies.
He seemed flattered.

As I began to relate some of those fantasies, Chet swung his bare foot over
toward my lap and began toeing my then obvious cock bulge, all the while
casually fondling himself through his tight cut-offs.  Talk about a dream
emerging into reality!

Sudden voices meant my parents and grandmother had come back in, and our
light-duty sex play ceased.  Chet announced that he needed to take a piss,
and had better do so before the one family bathroom became occupied. Damn!
--- what a waste of hot guy piss, not to mention the frustration of being
unable to be in the bathroom with him for some hot piss action. Instead,
there I sat on my bed, stroking my dick through my jeans, picturing Chet
pissing in the toilet.  Damn!

By the time Chet returned, my mother had brought in clean linens and a new
toothbrush for our hot guest. Then we all exchanged goodnights. Finally,
Chet and I were in privacy mode, behind a locked door. Nevertheless, we had
to be careful of our conversation volume, as well as any "sounds of
pleasure" that might be forthcoming.

Standing up, Chet removed his tank top, revealing an upper torso that was
even more impressive than the first time I'd beheld it. As I removed my tee
shirt, Chet approached and began playing with my nipples. This was a new
experience for me, to which my cock began to respond most favorably. Chet
asked me to do likewise to his nipples, which, to my delight, made his hard
pecs quiver.

Chet was breathing heavily and was obviously as horny as I was. He took a
step back, as though to give me a better view of him, and began to slowly
unzip his cut-offs. They dropped to the floor, revealing his lack of
underpants. But far more impressively revealed was his big hard cock
jutting upward, as well as his ample, low hung balls. Geez, his equipment
looked even more awesome than it did two years before.

Chet re-approached me in his now totally naked state, and I couldn't resist
reaching down to fondle his dick and balls, which seemed to overwhelm my
groping hands. He then wrapped himself around me and began rubbing his
awesome equipment against my groin, through my jeans --- thus engaging in
what he told me was called "dry fucking." Whatever, it sure felt great.

Stopping briefly, Chet unzipped my jeans and eased them down, and resumed
dry-fucking me through my underpants.  Realizing my eager young dick needed
release, he then yanked my jockies down as well, and I hastened to kick
them and my jeans free.

Chet eyed me with satisfaction, commenting on my impressive physical
development in two year's time.

And he complimented me on my nice growth of pubic hair, as well as my
clearly thicker, longer cock.

Wow, words of admiring approval from Chet. What an ego boost!

Both naked and hot as hell, Chet had me pinned against the wall in dry fuck
mode. The feel of his cock and balls against mine was almost too much to
bear.

Initiating a break in the action, Chet asked me how I planned to cum for
him. I told him I wasn't sure, but suggested that if we could get into some
foot-on-cock action, it wouldn't be long before I'd be ready.

Chet complied with my request to put his sneakers back on for awhile, so as
to infuse his feet once again with the new sneaker aroma that had so turned
me on earlier. I had to admit that he really looked funny --- yet hot,
laying across my bed with nothing on but his sneakers.

Finally, determining that he'd had his sneakers on long enough for aroma
transfer purposes, I reached over to untie and remove his one sneaker. The
new leathery smell of his sneak was so intoxicating, I couldn't resist
sticking my dick inside its warm confines and stroking myself with it.

Chet, playing with his dick as he watched my solo act, took off the other
sneaker. Then, almost as if reading my mind, he lifted his one foot up
under my nose, while simultaneously stroking my cock and balls with the
other.  Man was I in foot heaven --- huffing Chet's one foot while being
footjobbed by the other, all the while watching him slowly stroking his
awesome dick.

Wanting to feel Chet's inviting equipment, I lifted my foot up and over,
and began working his dick and balls. Chet's dick twitched under my
stroking foot, which soon became slick with his oozing pre-cum.

With Chet's arousal mounting, I had to caution him to stifle his "oohs and
ahs", for fear of being heard.

Continuing my footjob, I suddenly recalled Chet's trip to the bathroom
earlier. And I told him how disappointed I was that he'd wasted a good
piss. With a sly smile, Chet confessed to having only drained off enough
piss to ease his bladder pressure, and that he still had plenty in reserve.

Excited at the thought of piss action with Chet, I just had to figure out a
way to gratify the urge, since our teaming up in the family bathroom was
out of the question. And it was then that my eye caught the wastepaper can
with a plastic liner inside, next to my bed.

Chet agreed that it would make a good urinal, and offered to demonstrate.

Standing over the can and about to take aim with his semi-hard beauty, I
lifted my bare foot up over the can. Chet started pissing almost
immediately, working his stream all over my foot, as I stroked my aching
dick.

When he was done, he complied with my request to lay down on the floor near
the can. I then transferred my still dripping foot from over the can to
Chet's groin and began stroking his dick and balls with my pissy foot.  His
muffled moaning signaled his pleasure, but he cautioned that I better ease
up, as he didn't want to cum yet.

By now I needed to pee. Having spotted my old, ratty pair of grass-cutting
sneakers on the floor of my closet, Chet dared me to take my piss in one.

Thinking that a great idea, I grabbed the one with no holes and placed it
on the floor next to the can that still held Chet's piss. As Chet looked on
with amusement, I stood up, pushed my hard-on down, and pissed into the
sneaker --- trying my best not to get any on the floor.

Having amply filled my old smelly sneaker with my piss load, I persuaded
Chet to slide his foot inside, and to keep it there until totally
saturated. I then lay down on the floor next to Chet, who was still
standing there with his one foot immersed. Slowly lifting his foot from my
sneaker-urinal, he accommodated my request to stroke my dick with his pissy
foot. Man, between the smell of my piss and my old sneaker, and Chet's wet
foot working my dick, I could barely withstand the heady rush!

By now our balls were aching to cum. It was Chet who then took the lead,
having me stand in front of my wall-mounted, full length mirror. Both
facing the mirror, he got behind me, easing himself tightly against me. The
feel his hot, hard dick sliding up and down my ass crack was yet another
new, intensely exciting experience.

With Chet's muscular arms wrapped around me, his left hand played with my
nips, while his right hand slowly jerked me off. Adding to the arousing
effect was being able to watch ourselves in the mirror.

Moving me a bit closer to the mirror, he instructed me that when ready, to
shoot my load onto the mirror. He'd barely gotten his request out when I
felt a major orgasmic surge, followed by a volley of cum spurts shooting
against the mirror. Chet oohed and aahed his approval, and I was proud of
my long-awaited performance for his benefit.

Then we switched places and repeated the same scenario. It took only
several strokes of Chet's straining organ for him to shoot his mega-load of
teen cum all over the mirror. Our merged cum loads, now dripping down the
length of the mirror together, was an incredibly hot sight.

At this point we were done in and sexually spent, and we agreed to turn in.

Chet, pulling on his cut-offs, headed for the bathroom to shower and brush
his teeth, while I did clean up duty. After Chet came back, I hit the
bathroom as well.

When I returned, there was naked Chet, laying on his back on the guest bed.

His hands were clasped behind his head, which made his biceps bulge. His
dick was soft, but still of awesome size, laying there across his thigh. As
I gazed down at him, I was struck by how lucky I was, being only 14 and
having such a hot, older cousin who was willing to engage my fetish
fantasies ....  and other stuff, too!

We said our good nights, and turned off the light. It lay there on my back,
naked like Chet, taking forever to cool down and fall asleep.

I don't know how long I'd been asleep when I was awakened by Chet, who'd
crawled into bed with me. He was breathing heavily, saying he was really
horny again. I could feel his hard-on against my thigh, which made my cock
begin to swell. Chet got on top of me, grinding his groin into mine.

Whispering that he was going give me a new experience, he slid himself down
along my body and, much to my pleasured disbelief, began to suck my young
cock. Indeed a first for this 14 year old, I couldn't believe the new
sensations electrifying my stiff dick.

It wasn't long before I felt like I was about to cum, and cautioned Chet he
better stop. But he only increased the speed and intensity of his
sucking. And with a groan and bodily spasm, I just couldn't hold back and
shot into his warm mouth. Thinking I may have angered him, I apologized
profusely. But Chet said it was cool --- that he had wanted to get a taste
my young teen cum.

Wow!

Still horny, Chet asked if I would suck his dick. Tentative in my delayed
response, I had to admit to not knowing how. Chet, however, hastened to
assure me it was easy, and to just pretend I was licking and sucking a
lollypop or ice cream cone.

Well, I figured I owed him, since he'd done me. So, I felt for his hard
dick and bent over to take the tip into my mouth. Geez, it felt big in my
mouth.

Exploring with my tongue, I ran it over his piss slit, tasting what turned
out to be his oozing pre-cum. I took increasingly more of his dick into my
mouth, though I could only handle about half the length of his shaft.

Chet asked me to tighten the grip of my mouth around his dick and to move
up and down faster. His ecstatic moans told me I was doing it right and
giving him the pleasure he'd given me.

He must have decided that he ought not cum in my mouth, this being, after
all, my first blow job.  However, he was so close to cumming that as he
withdrew his dick from my mouth he accidentally shot all over my face.
After my initial shock, and Chet's apology, I found that I rather liked the
feel and smell of my cousin's cum load.

Chet said goodnight for the second time and returned to the guest bed.
Again I lay there, gazing into space and trying to comprehend the enormity
of the evening's menu of sexual pleasures, and pondering how very few 14
year old guys had likely ever experienced what I had, and with a hot older
cousin.

The next thing I knew, I awoke alone to the bright sun streaming into my
room and the smell of coffee and bacon. Chet was up, the guest bed was
made, and he was downstairs about to join my parents and grandmother for
breakfast.

Dressing and making my way downstairs, I was hoping my sexual afterglow
would not be apparent to anyone but Chet.

You know, I can still feel that afterglow ....