Date: Fri, 6 May 2016 17:57:14 +0100
From: Robert Thomson <alanussr@gmail.com>
Subject: MEMORIES OF MY COUSIN TOM

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MEMORIES OF MY COUSIN TOM, MOSTLY HAPPY


Robert(Jamie)Thomson writes:

Here's what happened. Tom was my cousin, his mum my dad's sister. The two
of us were the same age, our birthday only two weeks different, so right
from when we were little kids playing, we were friends and all the way
through Primary School just the same. When it came time for Senior School,
Tom went to one and me to another, can't remember why, but we still saw a
lot of each other at weekends and in school hols, going around on our
bikes, swimming at the outdoor pool in hot weather and at another indoor
pool, all the usual boy stuff.

When both of us were 12 or 13, no more, there was one time when I went to
his for a sleepover. Tom's brother Michael was all of three years and a few
months older than us. When I went for that sleepover, he was away
somewhere, something to do with him meaning to join the Royal Marines.
Their bedroom was quite big, with two beds, one his and the other Mike's,
so I was going to sleep in Mike's bed that time. When it came time for bed,
we got out of our clothes, just leaving our boxers on for sleeping in.

We were both standing there like that. Without saying a word, Tom suddenly
pulled his boxers down round his ankles and put both hands on his cock. It
was stiff, sticking straight out, and he was showing me where there was
some hair beginning to grow just above it. His brother Mike had real ginger
hair but Tom's hair wasn't anything like ginger, more like fair, so the
little hair down there hardly showed at all. He wanted me to take mine off,
so I did, and my cock went stiff almost right away. Same as Tom, there was
just a little hair on me down there, mine a bit darker than his. We left
our boxers on the floor, then we just got to hugging each other face to
face.  Rubbing our warm stiff cocks against each other and touching each
other's balls felt very good.

That's all we did, only that Tom wanted me to get into his bed with him and
I climbed in beside him. Both of us were tired. All I could remember was us
snuggling up together naked and we must have fallen asleep fast. Next thing
I remember was waking up and hearing Tom's mum calling up to make sure we
were awake. It was after 9.30. When I heard her, I got a scare and jumped
out of Tom's bed, grabbing my boxers off the floor and pulling them on just
as I got into the other bed. Tom treated it like a big joke, saying how his
mother never came into their bedroom in the morning. We went for a quick
wash, got our clothes on and went downstairs for breakfast.

When she asked me whether Mike's bed had been comfortable, I said it had
been fine. She didn't see Tom grinning at me and kicking me under the
table. Around that time or maybe just a few weeks later I tried to wank
myself for the first time, doing it standing up in the shower after I was
home from school.  Tom and me are the same, still got our foreskins, and
same as mine it pulls all the way back very easily near enough by itself
when our cocks go stiff, so I worked the skin up and down, keeping going
for well over 10 minutes I reckon. Then I got a real nice feeling, like a
big shiver all the way through me, with my legs shaking so much that I had
to put a hand against the wall in there.  Nothing came out and my cock went
soft again right away.

As soon as I saw Tom after that, I told him about it. He said more or less
just the same happened with him when he did it, and he'd done it twice, a
week apart. Anyway, we talked about it time after time.  Then one of his
classmates told him that it was just a matter of keeping doing it again and
again, and soon something much better would happen.

We decided we had to find some safe place to do it together, to see if we
could make it work like Tom's classmate said.  My dad had a lock-up not far
from our house. He didn't keep the car there, just some old armchairs and
other junk. So right after school one Friday the two of us arranged to meet
up there.  Once we were in, I locked the door behind us.  Then we took
everything off except our socks and sat down side by side on an old
sofa. We got hard very fast and started wanking, sometimes doing it for
each other, sometimes doing it for ourselves.

I'd been doing it non-stop for maybe 15 minutes when I slowly began to get
a good feeling in my cock, something like warm or numb coming up from
somewhere in my belly, and there was something happening to my balls.  I
kept going. The feeling was different, sort of stronger than that time I
did it under the shower.

What happened after that was all really fast. My cock was very hard all
this time, but it was like I felt it go even harder in my fingers and it
gave a kind of jerk. The wave of feeling was so strong that I had to shut
my eyes for a moment, but when the next wave of that feeling came, a squirt
of something watery shot out of my cock, then another squirt, both landing
on my belly and running down into my belly-button. I hadn't stopped
wanking, and a few more drops of it came out just on my belly where the
hair was growing.I had to stop then because my cock felt really tender.
Tom was was watching all this, still wanking himself and then just the same
happened with him, two or maybe three squirts of that on his belly, watery
and a bit slimy, running down there into his belly-button.  When his had
stopped coming, we looked at each other, not really sure what had happened
except that it had felt great, like nothing else.

We needed to clean ourselves but we only had hankies, so I used mine to
wipe up the mess on Tom and he used his on me, both getting the giggles
when the hankies tickled our belly-buttons.  Once we had sat there for a
few minutes we got our clothes back on. When we went out of the lock-up,
there was nobody around to see us.  We dumped the messy hankies in a litter
bin and both of us went home.  To cut a long story short, the two of us
soon found plenty more opportunities for wanking together. For maybe three
more times, all that came out was pretty watery, but there was more of it.

After that, the real semen started coming for both of us. It was white and
thick, slimy and sticky, with a smell like nothing else. Almost every time,
it would come shooting out, maybe three of four strong spurts all the way
up to the tops of our chests, so we knew we had be naked or at least pull
our shirts and tops all the way up under our chins, although a few times it
shot right over our heads or landed in our hair.

Once that started happening, the two of us got to like doing it together so
much that we promised each other not to wank alone, and to tell each other
if we'd like weakened and done it. That wasn't easy.

It was like my cock had a life of its own, going stiff all the time and
just about anywhere, often embarrassing me when it went like that in
class. It was like the thing in my pants kept on clamouring for attention,
and no amount of wanking seemed to make any difference. The only way to
hide it when I had to stand up was to hold books in front of me. For a
while I even tried putting on a tight pair of swim trunks under my boxers
to control it, only that made my balls very uncomfortable from being held
tight in there all day and I gave up wearing them after only a few weeks.
Pretty near always when I came home from school after a whole day with it
struggling inside my boxers, I would be dying for a wank just to make it go
down, so it was a huge effort not to do it right away.  Tom was just the
same and we used to talk about how hard it was to keep from wanking.

We found out how to do 69, sucking each other's cocks. After a bit of
practice at that, we could get there at exactly the same moment, both
swallowing each other's semen. Tom loved having his balls licked, and we
also liked touching each other's nipples or licking them and biting them as
hard as we could stand.  One time when he was licking and biting mine after
I'd been wanking myself for only a few minutes and had my hands right off
my cock, just holding on to Tom's head while he was doing that to me, I
suddenly spunked. It sprayed all over him.

In all that time, over three years and so many wanks together I couldn't
count them, so much fun, we had just one scary experience.  It was one
Saturday. Both of us had been playing football that day in the forenoon.
His mum and dad had gone off somewhere to visit friends and we reckoned on
having the place to ourselves until the evening, so right after the
football was over, we went to his, straight into the bathroom, all clothes
off and under the shower together, washing each other and playing about
like always.  Once we got dried off, the next thing was to have a good slow
wank together, so we spread out a clean towel on the floor and got down to
it.

I thought Tom had bolted the bathroom door, just in case, and he thought I
did it, so it wasn't bolted at all.  We were lying there naked on the
floor, both really hard and well into our wank when the door suddenly
opened and Tom's older brother Mike walked right in, just in his boxers and
with bare feet, obviously going for a pee.  We both sat up, red-faced,
stark naked, no mistake about what we were doing. Mike just looked at us,
tut-tutting and shaking his head. Then he walked over to the lav with his
back to us, pulled his boxers right down to his knees and began peeing.  Of
course I knew Tom's brother, but I never saw Mike with his clothes off
before then. He looked very strong, with thick and curly fair hairs all the
way down his legs from just under his arse to just above his ankles. Tom
pointed, making me look at his backside.

Then Mike pulled his boxers back up,turned round again and shook a finger
at us, still sitting there naked on the towel. He said "OK, there's nothing
wrong with having a wank. Every last boy does it, some more than others,
all just part of growing up, and it's totally harmless, won't make you go
blind or grow hairs on the palms of your hands. But here's something you'd
do well to remember. Take a bit more care where you do it. Tom, that could
have been our Dad or Mum. What then?" and he just walked out, shutting the
door behind him. After a scare like that, our cocks had gone completely
soft.  Tom jumped up and bolted the door. We soon got hard again and had a
good wank.

Up to then, we had done nothing except a lot of wanking and sucking.  We
never even talked abour fucking each other. Maybe a couple of months after
that scare with Mike catching us, the two of us were at my house one Sunday
with the place to ourselves until late evening when my dad and mum would
get home from somewhere or other.

We were lying on my bed naked, just playing about. We would have been less
than 6 months off 17 by then and were a lot bigger in every way, quite a
lot of hair on both of us, and I had a thin line of it starting to grow up
my belly. Tom's balls had grown really big, not hanging down but close
under his cock. When we were totally stiff, both our cocks were well over
6". Mine was thicker than his, with the top of it big and coming to a
point.  We used to run fingers over that place under our balls when our
cocks were stiff, like a thick ridge of hard muscle. It used to throb and
like pump something fierce when the semen was coming.

Well, we were lying there that time, holding each other's cocks when Tom
suddenly said, "Listen, J, how about you fuck me? I mean, I'd really like
to try it, heard it feels something great."  I didn't know what to say.  I
could tell by his face and the way he was holding on to me that he wanted
me to do it with him and I didn't want to say no. I said, "Tom, just look
at my cock. That would never go in there without hurting you".

He grabbed my arm. "No, it'll be OK. Might hurt me a bit at the start, but
you'll like how it feels and I trust you to stop if it's too bad. Anyway,
got something here to make it easy", he reached across me to get to the
pocket of his trousers, pulling out a new tube of that KY stuff.  "So, J,
will you? Please say yes?" So I said I'd do it.

He got the top off the tube, gave it to me and lay face down with his legs
wide apart. I smeared some of it on his hole and some more on my cock. It
was cold and slippery, but I was very stiff, excited and a bit scared. Then
I got hold of my cock, feeling for the place to push it in. Finding the
spot, it seemed so small and tight that I couldn't believe I could do it,
but I kept on pressing a little harder and all of a sudden it was like Tom
relaxed a bit and I felt the head of my cock going into him. Tom went
'AAh!' quite loudly. For a few moments, I didn't move, just held it there,
scared of hurting him.

Once the head of my cock was almost all in, I took my hands away, just
moving my hips very gently forwards. It still felt very tight in there, so
I put both hands on Tom's buttocks and kept on pushing in slowly, although
the feeling was so good that part of me just wanted to shove my whole cock
right in there. I kept on asking Tom if he was OK. He said, "Oh, yes, J, go
on, just like you're doing! Not hurting any more now, can feel you inside
me."  About half my cock was in him, and it definitely wasn't hurting him,
so I gave another good push, with both hands pressed flat on the middle of
his back.

He said something like,"Yes, now deeper, go on!"  I was really enjoying the
feeling of having my cock in there. It was warm, and the tightness of his
muscles gripping it felt better than any wank.  I kept on pushing in. I
could feel the head of my cock up against some place very tight, so I gave
a real hard thrust putting all my weight behind it. As I pushed in as hard
as I could, my cock went through that tight spot. Tom went 'Aah! Aah!'a
loud gasp. My balls were right up there pressed hard against him so I
couldn't have gone any further in. He put one hand round down his back,
like he was wanting to feel that I was right inside him all the way.

The way I was feeling, I just knew that my semen was not far off coming. I
whispered to Tom that we had to try to stand up off the bed.  With my cock
still in him, we slowly slid off it and stood up on the floor. Somehow just
with one hand, I managed to grab hold of the towel we had been lying on and
dropped it on the floor. I got both arms round Tom's waist, taking hold of
his cock with my left hand and putting the other under his balls. His cock
was absolutely rigid, with the skin all the way back, and sticky with that
stuff that comes out in clear little drops before the real bursts of semen.

I began to wank him, and was fucking him all the time, pulling back a
little and thrusting in again, resting my chin on his shoulder and licking
his ear.  I knew I couldn't last any longer before my semen came. Just then
Tom went "Oh, now! J! Don't stop!" As his began coming I could feel the
spasms inside there and that did it for me. I felt mine spurting deep
inside him, and if I hadn't been holding tight onto him, the feeling was so
strong that my legs would have given way under me.

Still don't know how I did it, but I was still wanking him and his semen
was all over my fingers and was falling in big splashes on that towel. When
it stopped for both us, we moved slowly back on the bed, my cock still in
him and me lying on top of him with both arms under his chest. He wanted me
to stay there like that. It seemed longer, but we were like that only about
5 minutes. Then I slowly backed off, pulling my cock out of there. Some of
my semen trickled out down the back of one of his legs. I grabbed some
tissues to catch it before it went on the bed.

We were both sweating and out of breath and went straight into the bathroom
for a good slow shower.  Before that, Tom sat down on the lav and a lot of
my semen came out of him.  Once under the shower, we washed each other same
as always, taking our time over it. Tom wanted me to put my fingers down
there where I had fucked him.  Amazing, his hole had gone back again, small
and tight just like it was before, even after my thick cock had been all
the way in him. He said it didn't feel sore at all, but he knew something
was different.

We got dried off, very thirsty, so went down and drank cold Cokes.  That
towel on the floor that had Tom's semen on it was a proper mess. We put it
straight into the washing-machine and had it out long before my mum and dad
came home. It was blue, but it was never the same again. His semen had
taken the colour out in lots of places. To avoid awkward questions I kept
it for when I went swimming.

Soon after that, something really bad and sad happened when we had both
just turned 17. Tom was killed in a car accident. He was in a car with a
girl driving, one of his classmates, only passed her test two weeks before,
and they were just going to get stuff for a school party. She was also
killed.  I knew her just a little, but it was Tom being killed that left me
seriously upset.

When I was alone, I wept a lot. After that one time fucking him, we never
again said anything more about it, and all we had was a few really good
wanks before he was killed.  Both his parents and mine knew the two of us
were very close friends, but I'm sure none of them ever suspected how we
were with each other and I could never say.

With Mike, it was a different matter.  He was away in the Royal Marines
when Tom was killed. He got special leave and was home the day after it
happened. After Tom's funeral, I spent a lot of time wondering if I should
tell Mike what I had done with Tom just that once, and I couldn't sleep for
thinking about it. He was home for 10 days. Just before he left to go back,
I decided to tell him.  He was sitting on his bed, looking at the bed where
Tom used to sleep.

He took it very well, not in any way angry with me for fucking his brother,
nor for telling him what happened.  He put an arm round my shoulder and
said his brother had been lucky to have a close friend like me for so long,
and he was kind of happy that he'd had asked me to do something that Tom
really wanted to do. Tom and me weren't in love, we were just very close
wank buddies who knew every last inch of each others bodies. I never looked
at any other boy after him.  But I still think about it after all that
time.  Was it wrong of me to agree to do what Tom wanted just that once?
And should I just have kept my mouth shut instead of telling Mike?

I was very down after Tom's death, having dreams about him for weeks on
end, not wet dreams, just waking up in the night thinking he was there, and
then falling asleep again. Maybe 3 weeks after I had that conversation with
Mike, I can't remember now why I did it, but I took all the hair off me
down below. It needed scissors first, then the electric shaver I used on my
face, and then a wet razor. From my belly-button down and all round my cock
was quite easy, and there wasn't much hair on my balls. The most difficult
place to get at was right down underneath them, but in the end I got it all
off.

By that time I was in my last year of school, with exams and stuff and
plenty to think about. Quite a few of my classmates had known Tom, and they
were all pretty kind to me right after his funeral. One day, when I was
sitting alone outside in our dinner-break, one of my classmates called
Stephen came and sat down beside me. We knew each well enough but he wasn't
a close friend. After a while just sitting there, he said he knew how I was
missing Tom a lot. Then he said he had a fair idea that Tom & me weren't
just cousins and close friends.

I didn't know how to take that, so asked him what he really meant. "See it
like this. You two were always together, and the way you looked at each
other, well, you had to be into wanking and stuff, right?  Don't get me
wrong, not saying it was bad or anything, so were you?"  I asked Steve if
it had been obvious how we were. He shook his head. "No, not obvious. Sure
none of the others ever even thought of it, just me, and I would never let
on to anyone, especially now with Tom gone." He put a hand on my shoulder,
stood up, and walked off. Steve never again said anything to me about that.

Right from 11 or so, I'd been keen on swimming and later got pretty good at
it. As a break from exams and for exercise, I went to the indoor pool a few
times, maybe also to get Tom out of my head. Thinking back, it probably
wasn't much good for that, seeing that Tom and me had gone there so many
times, but it was relaxing to have a long swim.

That day, except for a few kids, there was hardly anyone in the pool. After
time in the pool, same as always, I went for a shower to get rid of the
chlorine smell before going to get my clothes on.  The male showers were
just off the pool, two showers side by side, one hot, one cold. When I went
in, there was only one other there under the hot, another boy, looked like
maybe a year or more younger than me, very brown and with tight curly black
hair, as if he might have black dad or mum and the other white. He was
wearing a pair of these loose swim shorts, red things. I'd never seen him
before, sure of that. We only sort of nodded to each other, and I got under
the hot one, standing close behind him.

After a few minutes, he kept moving back, so he was pressing his backside
up against me. Same as always for swimming, I had on a pair of small Adidas
trunks, black they were, the third pair I'd had like them after I'd grown
out of the others.  When I put them on, I always tucked my cock down over
my balls. That way, my bits didn't make a huge bulge, and the cold water of
the pool made them shrink even more. With this other lad pressing his
backside against me under the hot shower, I felt my cock getting hard, and
when it went like that, it grew so long that it would stick up over the top
of my trunks, really embarrassing me like it did once with lots of people
in the pool.

As soon as he started pressing his backside against me, I should have
cleared off, or told him to stop it, but I didn't. Maybe I even put my
hands on his hips. Anyway, he kept on rubbing himself against me. I think
he had his hands down inside his swim shorts. My cock was sticking up well
above my trunks. Before I knew it, I felt my spunk coming, having to hold
on to that other lad as my legs shook. He must have felt it happening
because even before I was done, he turned his head, giving me a sly kind of
grin as I backed away from him with both my hands down where my cock was
still oozing its last drops. He had green eyes I won't forget. I had left
some of my stuff on the back of his red shorts, seeing it as he made for
one of the lavs, shutting the door behind him. He was definitely stiff,
because it was sticking way out in front, so he was very likely going in
there for a wank. I never saw him again after that day.

I was ashamed of what had happened and angry with myself just because I
never before came off by accident like that.  Any time I did was wanking
myself or doing it with Tom, and I'd never made a mess on my swim trunks.
Another thing making me angry with myself was that when I shaved my pubes
like I said above, I promised myself to give up wanking completely. After
Tom died, it never felt the same. Maybe why I lost it in the showers might
have been because it had all been building up inside me.

That other lad was mainly to blame for starting it, but I was older than
him and should have left as soon as I knew what he was up to. My cock had
gone down, but some semen was left on my belly. It was also on the front of
my trunks, white & sticky against the black. I took them off right away and
washed myself under the hot shower. Having only recently shaved all that
hair off, it was a lot easier to get clean.

I also made an attempt to rinse my trunks out and was just doing that,
standing there naked, when three of the kids who I saw in the pool came
running in, larking about, ages about 11, loud kids' voices.

They made for the hot shower. One of them was maybe older than the other
two, or anyway he looked it because I could see the outline of his big
balls inside his swim trunks. He pointed at me, saying something like "You
got no hair down there. Why's that?" I told him he probably hadn't even
started grow any yet, so he could fuck off.  I climbed back into my trunks
and left to get dressed, washing them out properly with Daz as soon as I
was home, something I always did anyway so as to keep them fresh.

I had only about three weeks of school left when I came home one day and my
mum had something to tell me.  My cousin Mike was home again on leave and
he wanted to see me. She made me phone my auntie right away, and Mike came
on the phone very quickly. Sure enough, he was keen to meet up with me.
After some chatting, I arranged to meet him at a nice pub just the next
evening. I kept on wondering why Mike wanted us to meet up, hoping that it
wasn't because he'd changed his mind about me for fucking Tom just that
once. I told my mum and dad where I was going.

He was waiting for me outside the pub. Right away he gave me a hug, holding
me tight and telling me I'd grown, so I knew right away that he was still
OK with me and I stopped worrying.  In the pub, sitting drinking a couple
of beers, Mike asked how I'd been since Tom's death. I told him about the
dreams (which had stopped by then) and the other stuff, school & exams
which were keeping me busy. He said we all had to keep on talking about
Tom, and never forget him, as if I ever would.  Mike even remembered that
time when he walked in on the two us having a wank in the bathroom. We had
a laugh about it. Another reason Mike wanted to see me was because this
'shore leave' was ahead of him joining Marines at sea, and he didn't know
when he would get home again.

Yet again he said how Tom had been lucky to have me as a close friend for
so long.  After we'd been in the pub for something like two hours, Mike
wanted me to come back with him to see his mum and dad. It was only a short
walk there from the pub. Although I'd spoken to his mum soon after Tom's
funeral, I hadn't seen her since then.  His mum and dad made me sit and
drink coffee and have a long chat. I was sitting on a sofa beside Mike,
with his arm round my shoulder. His dad (my uncle David) drove me home.
When I was getting ready for bed, I suddenly couldn't stop myself from
weeping, just thinking about Tom, the first time I'd done that since just
after he was killed. And if it matters, I did give up wanking completely!

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