Date: Thu, 12 Aug 1999 14:12:32 -0700 (PDT) From: TM Subject: Micheal The usual disclaimers apply. This story is inspired by real events. --- Micheal --- I've always had an attraction for my younger cousin, Mike. He is the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. He stands now at about 6'. He has really dark brown hair and brown eyes, with an athletic build. He's only a year younger than me, which is good, because I've been able to speak to him on my age level. When we were little, we were inseperable at family get-togethers. Like most young boys, we were curious and liked to explore. When we were young, it wasn't unusual for us to shower and bathe together, occasionally brushing up against each other. Unfortunately, those times ended after I was 13 and he was 12. After those times, there have been a few instances where I got to see and even touch him. This story is sort of a chronicle describing those times. The first time came when we were on vacation in South Carolina for a family reunion. I was 15 and Mike was 14. He and I shared a room, because I was tired of my brother, and he and I got along together. On our way down south we were riding in our grandparents' motor home and sitting on the bed in the back, looking at magazines. I can't recall now, but somehow the topic of puberty and pubic hair came up. I think we were talking about how we used to compare ourselves to each other and how we hadn't done that in such a long time. Anyway... "So, how much hair do you have down there?" Mike said, pointing to my crotch. "I have some... it's not real thick, but it's dark," I replied. "Oh... I have some too," he said while pushing his pants down to just above the base of his dick, to reveal a small, dark patch of pubic hair. "Not bad," I said while my pants suddenly got tighter. We sat there in silence for a second. I then realized that he wanted me to show him my hair. "Here's mine," I said as I pushed my pants down the same way he did. "Hmmm... looks like you have a little more than me," he said while leaning in a bit closer. "Yeah, I guess so," I said, not wanting him to notice my boner. "Looks like we've changed a bit since we were 12." "Looks like it," he said, giving me a look that I didn't comprehend. It was almost like he was saying "I miss those days," in his eyes. Soon afterward we stopped for lunch, then returned to our families' cars. I often wondered what would've happened if we had been able to stay in the motorhome, but better things happened later... Just a day later, he and I decided to go swimming in the ocean right outside the condos we were staying in. Since we were in the same room, we changed into our suits right there in the room. We did have a connected bathroom all to ourselves, but it was almost like we had a psychic connection to stay in the room, because we wanted to do it in plain sight of each other. Not a word was said, but that's what happened. He grabbed his suit from his bag and pulled his shirt, pants, shoes, and socks off to reveal his red and white striped boxers. It was great. I took off my clothes to reveal my white boxer-briefs. We both stole glances at each other as we pulled our underwear down. I then saw the object of my desire. It was 4 inches soft, and rested against some good sized balls that were in turn nestled between his slim legs. He also looked at my 4 inch soft cock (that was going to be it's full 6" soon) as well. We then slowly pulled our swimtrunks up, both secretly wishing that we could do more. "Let's go!" he said hurriedly as he grabbed a towel and ran out the door. "Man, this is going to be a tough week," I said to myself as I also grabbed a towel and followed after him. I watched his ass all the way to the beach. About an hour later we were both complaining about the salt water irritating our nipples, so we left the ocean and headed back up to the room. He was stopped by my aunt (his mom) and I went back up by myself. "Good," I thought, "maybe I'll get a moment to relieve this tension." I got back up to the room and stripped off my swimsuit, dried off, and sat on the bed, completely naked. I was getting relaxed and started stroking my semi-hard dick. All of a sudden, Mike walked in, naked as well. I had no time to react. I jerked my hand away from my crotch and put it, along with my other hand, behind my head, pretending to just be relaxing. I wasn't sure whether he saw what I was doing or not. I was sure that he saw that my cock was up, and getting higher now that he walked in naked. "Hey man, what's going on?" he asked, taking occasional glances at me. "Nothing, really, just trying to dry off," I said, looking at the ceiling, as if asking it for help. "That's cool," he said as he sat on the bed and stretched out like I was. "Great weather today, huh?" he said. Mike was obviously trying to stay away from the subject of our nakedness. He was really nervous. "Yeah... always is great weather down here, except for the occasional hurricane," I said. "So, uh, what do you want to do? I brought my Nintendo 64, we could hook it up," he said. I suddenly got a great idea. "Oh, that's cool. Maybe later though. I have something to show you," I said as I rolled over, while pushing my boner out of the way. I reached under the bed for my suitcase and pulled it out. Then I popped it open, reached under my underwear and socks, and revealed 3 straight porno mags. (Hey, I can't scare him off.) Mike suddenly got really interested. "Hey, cool! I have some at home, but my mom packed my suitcase, and I couldn't put any in there. I was afraid I'd be without for the whole week!" That was just what I wanted to hear. "Well, go ahead and help yourself whenever you want. I understand what you mean. I barely got these in here. Moms can be a pain in the ass," I replied. I could tell he was enjoying the mag he was looking at. His cock was standing at attention at what looked like a good 6 inches or more. I was loving it, and my already hard cock got harder. He was looking at my favorite magazine, but I didn't mind. It had the most guys in it, but there were still more tits and pussies than dicks in it. I was pretending to look at the magazine, while I was actually looking at the big pole between Mike's legs. I think I was pretty good at it. I heard a page rip and looked up to see what happened. "Oops, looks like some of these pages are stuck together," he said, giving me a sly grin. "Yeah, sorry about that," I said, feeling the burning redness in my cheeks. "Sometimes those girls do that to me." "I know what you mean. This is killing me," he said. "That's it," I thought to myself. "I'm tired of this beating around the bush. It's time to see some action." I was about to suggest that we jack off, but he beat me to it. "Would you mind if I..." he said, gesturing to his rock hard rod. "I really need to, and I would be a lot more comfortable here than in the bathroom." There is a God! "No, go right ahead. As a matter of fact, I will too," I said, grabbing my dick and massaging it. "Cool," he said, doing the same. He was so intent on the magazine that he never even noticed me. I put the magazine down, and focused my attention on Mike's rocket of a hand. I could tell that he was really close. He started making some exciting noises (good thing we were the only ones there) and all of a sudden he looked at me. Our eyes met and we both smiled. He then dropped the porno mag and kept his focus on me. We turned to face each other, our backs against the walls at the sides of our beds. The room and our beds were small, so our feet hung over the edge and frequently touched. Damn, this was so awesome. During the next couple minutes of excitement, we started to play a bit of follow the leader. He would massage and roll his balls, and then I would do the same to mine. I played with a nipple, then he did. I'm surprised that I didn't cream right in the middle of all of this. Whenever we thought that we were getting close, we slowed it down, almost to a stop. Then we picked right back up where we left off. I knew that soon one of us would bust. Mike slowed down, practically stopped, but must have decided right then that it was too late, because he immediately started back up again. Seconds later, he wrapped his feet and calves around mine and started rubbing them together, then he pointed his pecker at me and shot 4 gobs of cum at me. The first landed on my left calf, the second on his right foot, the third on the floor just between our legs, and the fourth on his own thigh. Then the rest dribbled onto his fingers and balls. The feeling of his legs against mine, the sight of his orgasm and the glob of his cum on my calf sent me over the edge without a para- chute. I pointed my dong at him, and shot only 3 spurts, two which splattered on his knee and thigh, and one that hit my foot. We both sat there for a few seconds, savoring the moment. Finally Mike decided to clean up, and grabbed a pair of his dirty boxers to wipe up. "Here ya go," he said, tossing the boxers to me. "That was really fun." "Yeah, it was," I said, holding the boxers and letting the cum on them squish between my fingers. I was going to enjoy these later. I cleaned up a bit and we both laid there, still recovering. Our legs were still touching, which I guess we both really liked, because neither of us moved. "Hey, what do you say we go swimming again to get cleaned up," he said, standing up and handing me my porno mag. "Sounds good to me," I said, getting up and pulling on my swimsuit. Mike did the same, grabbed a towel, and hurried out the door. "I'll be right down," I called as I picked up Mike's cum soaked boxers. Yeah, I'll be right down after I get off again, I told my cock, which was standing up again. These boxers will be a never-ending source of entertainment. That night was pretty uneventful, besides getting to see Mike piss in the bathroom. I really like his liberal, "be free," almost-nudist- colony attitude. He came into the room still in his bathing suit and walked into the bathroom. He left the door open and whipped it out, letting the juices fly. I loved the sight. It was almost a shame that he was letting it go to waste like that. After he was done he left the bathroom and sat down on the bed, obviously tired. "I'm goin' to sleep, man," he said while taking off his suit and putting on a pair of tight briefs. There was not a better sight on the beach. His balls, which had been hanging low from the salt water and heat, were now almost slipping out of the leg holes in the small briefs. He was good enough to eat. When I was sure he was asleep, I had some more fun with the boxers from earlier and some of the drops of piss on the toilet seat! The next morning, I was not woken up by the smell of eggs and bacon, but by something better: Mike jerking off into a sock, just 3 feet away from me! And if that wasn't enough, I recognized the sock as one of my own. That definitely meant that we had a chance of getting together before this week ended, unless, of course, he didn't know it was mine. However, it was obviously used, and it had a small blue line across the toe, and I knew his socks did not. Regardless of whose sock it was, I was really enjoying the show. He was going all out on him- self. All the while he never knew I was awake. It was great. All of a sudden, he let out a groan and creamed all over inside the sock. He then lay there for a minute, just rubbing the sock over his softening dick. That's when I pretended to wake up. "Morning!" I said, sitting up and staring at him. I must have really surprised him, because he turned over away from me, giving me a full moon. Ain't nature beautiful? As he was cleaning up, I caught a glimpse of his hole more than once. Nice view. "No big deal, man, we all get morning wood," I said to him, trying to alleviate the embarrasing situation. I didn't know if he was embarassed about being caught doing that, or being caught with my sock. I thought it was cute either way. "See? I've got it too," I said as I showed him my hard on through my shorts. "Yeah, I know. I just was a little surprised, that's all. Thanks for understanding," he said, smiling after he got cleaned up. Unfortunately, the rest of the day was spent in the parks and mini- golf courses around the area, so we never had a chance to get together. As a matter of fact, I didn't see him for most of the day. Oh well, there was always nighttime. --- END OF PART I--- Part II will be here soon if everyone wants me to continue. See my other story, "Hide and Seek," in the Young Friends directory.