Date: Thu, 23 Dec 2004 22:33:20 EST
From: ThaChosenOne84@aol.com
Subject: My Cousin Comes Home for Christmas Pt. 2

Here's part two of my story.  So sit back relax and enjoy.  I'm making the
assumption that if you're reading this you liked the first story-thanks and
if you liked it enough, feel free to drop me a line and let me know what
you think and then maybe I could entertain some story ideas for what
happens possibly after this.

	Raymond woke up and had a morning hardon.  Just like the one he had
when he was in Mississippi with Jemarcus five years ago when he was 12.  He
sat up in the bed and waited for his happy dick to go down.  His mother had
cut the heat all the way up and apparently it had gotten warmer in the
night because he was near sweating.  The air was hot and dry and he felt
like he was about to suffocate.

	Wearing only a t-shirt and the funky-ass shorts he had dug up last
night, he walked out of his room after grabbing some Calvin Klein boxer
shorts and walked into the den toward the bathroom which was on the other
side of it.  It was closer than using the master bathroom, which by the way
was his mother's.  Most times he was sleeping in the den anyway since that
was where the big screen was so, he was used to using that bathroom.

	It really must have been hot because Raymond could see that
Jemarcus had kicked the covers off of him and additionally his hand had
discovered his KY jelly in the cushion covers.  His heart thudded again in
his chest and he was once again reminded that his cousin had seen his cache
of gay pornos.

	But, his mind was yet again diverted because his could clearly see
his cousin's dick outlined in his shorts.  I'm sorry, there was no way to
not see it.  It snaked about six inches in his loose shorts.  His dick head
was mushroom in shape an bulbous as if ready for penetration of two juicy
ass cheeks.  He could see a small stain that had dried on the shorts
themselves.

	"I be damned!" Raymond thought, "He busted a nut in muthafuckin
shorts!"

	It was kinda turning him on.  No fuck kinda, it was turning him on.
The KY jelly was in plain sight between him and the couch cushions, and he
had one hand resting on his stomach which clearly sported a six pack.  He
looked at his face, rather his lips, pink and inviting against his caramel
skin, they were perked out just enough as if begging to be wrapped around a
dick or touching Raymond's own lips.

	"Shit!" he said not stopping to gawk, and kept walking into the
bathroom.

	He closed the door and stood over the toilet, hauling his semi-hard
dick out of its confines and pissed away the remnants of his morning wood.
He grabbed a washcloth from the rack and turned the shower on.  He thumbed
his shorts down and pulled his t-shirt off of his chest.  He tested the
water with his leg before he stepped in.

	He lathered up and washed his torso and scrubbed under his arms and
washed his chest and back.  He rinsed off and lathered up again and washed
his neck and face.  He felt the warm water rinse over his face and he felt
awakened.  He lathered up again and he tried not to, but he knew he was.
He draped his washcloth over the shower rod and took the soap and brought
it right under his balls.

	"Ahhhhhhh!"  Damn, that felt good.

	He stared off into space trying to get the image of Jemarcus in his
head and the dick that he just saw outlined in his own gym shorts-not to
mention the cum stain that was evident there.

	"Shiiiiit!" he said as he dick was growing.  By the time it had
grown to all of its 8 and 3/4 inches, he had wrapped both hands around it
and was pumping up and down.

	Right then the door opened.

	"Ummmmm, some one's on the phone for you," Jemarcus said coming in.

	"O-o-o-okay," Raymond said turning his back to Jemarcus.  If he had
kept looking the same direction, Jemarcus would have been able to see the
silhouette of his dick.

	"Damn, nigga I ain't one o' yo' homeboys.  I ain't tryin to rape
yo' ass!" Jemarcus said as the sound of piss hitting the toilet could be
heard.  "Damn! I had to piss like a racehorse," he said still going.

	Raymond let out a nervous laugh, "Whateva.  Who was that on the
phone?"

	"Some gurl," he said letting a little of the derrty south drawl
out.

	"She said who?" Raymond said getting impatient and his mind going
to something else, thus allowing his dick to deflate.

	"Yeah, some chick name Jasmine," he said.

	Raymond whirled around and through the translucency of the shower
curtain, he could see Jemarcus shaking his dick to get all the piss off of
it.  "Tell her I'll call her back."

	"Aiight," he said flushing.  "And nigga don't use up all the water
jackin' off.  I know what you was doing.  You was gettin' it ON!  Unh! Unh!
Unh!" Jemarcus said laughing.

	"Yeah, whatever.  Get the fuck out!" Raymond said playing it off.

	"Yeah, just hurry up! I need water to take my shower."

	"Yeah!  Get the fuck out!" Raymond cried as Jemarcus slammed the
door shut.  All he could think of is that he needed to remember to lock the
doors behind him now.

	"Hello...wassup?" Raymond said to Jasmine on the phone after he
called her back after getting dressed and sitting back on the couch
flipping through channels.

	"Yeah, tonight is Deanté's birthday.  We were taking him up to that
club on A.P. Tureaud, near um...um... your school isn't it?"

	"You talkin' about Fusions?"

	"Yeah, Ray."

	"That's a gay club," he said matter-of-factly.  "Neither you nor I
are gay," he said wondering how true 50 percent of that statement was given
recent events and given the fact that he had two gay pornos in the
room-well he had only watched them once.

	"You wanna go?" she asked.

	"To a gay club?"

	"I'm gon be there, you can dance with me.  I been up there before
with them and you ain't never see me dance up on no female.  Babeee, I'm
addicted to the dick; I'm strictly dickly."

	"Strictly dickly," Raymond repeated.  "I guess."

	"Don't play me, no," she said.

	"You gon go?"

	"Well...if you're gonna be there... but my cousin's in town and I
doubt he would wanna go," Raymond said into the phone still wondering that
he might be more in his element than he thought.

	"Go where?" he said coming into the den from the bathroom behind
him.

	"Go out to this club.  But its-"

	"Cool, clubbin' lets go," he said.

	"Dude, it's a gay club," Raymond said turning around to look at him
while he talked to him.

	He was wearing a peach/yellow towel and clearly there was a bulge
where his dick was.  Raymond guessed there couldn't be nothing to try and
hide it.

	Damn, he thought in his head.

	"That's cool, you gon be there, so no problem.  That's Jasmine?"

	"Yeah," Raymond answered.

	"She..." he stuck his hand out parallel to the ground and moved his
thumb and pinky finger up and down in opposite directions to indicate was
she gay or not.

	Raymond just shook his head.

	"Okay, then, I'm cool.  How much is it?"

	"How much is it?" Raymond asked Jasmine.

	"Seven dollars," she said.

	"Seven," Raymond hollered back.

	"Aiight cool."

	"Aiight," Raymond said talking to Jasmine, "You gon pick us up?"

	"Yeah, around ten, cuz we gon smoke for we go."

	"Aiight, you can come get us for that too," Raymond said.

	"Cool, I'll call."

Fusions was off the chain-so to speak for Raymond.  He saw queens to
straight up thug dudes there.  White tees and jeans with Tims or G-knights;
black Dickies button-ups with jeans and the knee-high Chuck Taylors.  He
did see what he thought was some cute light-skinned dudes with a New York
baseball cap and a button-up shirt.

	This was his first time seeing two dudes actually together dancing
on the floor.  Everytime they would play music from Gotti Boy Chris, to
10th Ward Buck and SWA, the Pink Tees version of Dem Franchize Boyz's
"White Tees" Raymond would see boys bend over and toot they booty in the
air and then another dude would come from the back and grind up on them.

	Raymond guessed that maybe Jemarcus had gotten a little too high
and maybe a little too much Crown and Henessy to drink that night because
when Bend Ova came on, the New Orleans came outta him and he began tootin
it up and some dude in a Hornets jersey and white tee with a doo-rag on
came up and started grinding up on him and then he grabbed his ass and
started grinding up on it.

	"Say Ray, you sure your cousin not in the family?" Deanté said
leaning over to Raymond smiling.

	"Well, you can see as clearly as me," Raymond said still in shock
and still mellowed out from his high and nursing a watered down drink.

	"Shiit!  If he is tell him my friend wanna holla at him," he said.
"I got my man," he said pointing over to some foine-ass dude Raymond could
see.

	See Deanté had gotten to be friends with Raymond simply because he
was straight acting and the fact that they had to do a group project
together and they were on the track team and had been for the duration of
high school, the last three years.

	"Aiight, bet," Raymond said.

	An old cut of "Walk Like Ronald" came on and Jemarcus was still
tootin' up when the verse said "Toot ya booty in da air, come on, come on,
toot ya booty in da air."  And he was still letting the same guy grind on
his ass.

	Even though the light was dim, it was evident that the other guy
had a hardon and Jemarcus was still grinding his ass against the dude's
hard dick.

	Damn, why couldn't that have been me, Raymond thought.

	"Aiight, lets slow it down for a bit," the DJ said putting on Dru
Hill's "Beauty."  Raymond saw Jemarcus stand up and the dude looked like he
was posing to ask him to dance.

	"You'd better go get your cousin," Jasmine said.

	"Okay," Raymond said and jumped off the post me and her were
leaning against and went to the floor and grabbed him by the arm and told
the other guy "He's with me."

	"Hey, my bad," he said and walked off in the other direction.

	"Hey whats up Jemarcus," he said.  He fell against Raymond's body
all sweaty.  Jemarcus wrapped his arm around his neck and he could feel the
warmth rolling off of his body.  He could look into his cousin's reddened
hazel eyes and see just how foine Jemarcus was.  Raymond had grabbed him by
his hand to pull him off of the dance floor and now he had his arm around
his waist and he could feel the sticky, sweaty skin under his clothes.

His face was only inches from Raymonds and he could smell the weed and
alcohol on his breath.  Oh, now he had done it.  There was no denying it,
Raymond wanted his cousin and he wanted him right now.  It was taking all
the control in the world to a) not get hard and b) to not just tongue the
shit out of him.  And frankly, he could care less about the dick because
clearly that wouldn't affect him, he seemed to be used to it.  His problem
was that those thoroughly kissable lips were within reaching distance.

Much to his surprise of course, he didn't have to worry about it that much
longer as Jemarcus pushed his lips against his.

OH SHIT, this is not happening, Raymond thought gleefully.

Jemarcus had tightened his grasp around his neck and had lip-locked the two
in what could have been a passionate kiss.  Raymond really wanted to
continue with it, especially when he felt his hot tongue touch his as it
sent tingles down his back despite the heat.  The kiss sent electric shocks
through his body and sent his dick into overdrive.

"Get off me!" Raymond said painfully breaking the kiss.

"You need to get him somewhere and sit down," Jasmine said looking at
Jemarcus laughing.

"Dude, I love you!" Jemarcus said.

"Yeah, okay, whatever," Raymond said.

"I think you do to," he said grabbing Raymond's hard dick thorugh his
jeans.

"Oh, okay," Raymond said pulling his pelvis away from him and dragging him
to the bar to sit down.

"I think you love me a lot," he said laughing.

Raymond couldn't wait to get back home.