Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2000 06:25:00 EDT From: Jake Subject: My Cousin Needs A Roommate My Cousin Needs a Roommate My cousin Stew called me up one day saying his roommate had just moved out. Knowing that I was looking for a place to stay, he thought it the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone - he'd find himself a roommate and help a family member in need. Stew is 25 years old, dark Italian complexion , black hair, brown eyes, and very athletic. Being three years his senior I remember going to his football and baseball games when we were younger. I always admired his physique. We had lost touch over the years so I was quite surprised when I received the phone call. He had found out that I had just moved back into town and that I was looking for a place. Needless to say, I accepted his offer, and was looking forward to spending some time with my cousin. It was evening when I arrived. I only had one suitcase with me, as my other things were being shipped from the East Coast. Stew opened the door, greeted me with a handshake and hug, and invited me in. Damn he looked great. He was fours years older and had filled out since the last time we saw each other. He was still athletic and it showed. His guns popped from under his t-shirt while the drawstring scrubs did no justice to the a thick set of calves. I shook my head washing away the thoughts with a grin. For the next two hours we drank beer, and played catch up reminiscing about the days of old. Stew had recently broke up with his long time girlfriend. They had been together the last 5 years but Stew explained that things weren't going anywhere. She was pushing the whole marriage thing but Stew still wanted to have fun and experience the world. Their difference of opinions landed them in a messy breakup. By now it was getting late and we decided to go to bed. We both stood up at the same time and suddenly realized that we were both feeling a good buzz. The cold pack of Heines that downed has gone straight to our heads. Using the wall as a crutch we made our way to the bedrooms. Once in my room I begin to put my things away without much success. The alcohol was doing a pretty good job at making the task next to impossible. I decided to just hit the shower and call it a night. The hot water was just the thing I needed. I soaped myself up as the water washed away the grit and joined the alcohol as a relaxant. Pretty soon, I felt a familiar tingling in my crotch. Using my soapy hand, I started to stroke my 6" dick to full mast. Just then I heard the bathroom door open. Stew called out that he needed to piss really bad. Turing to quickly to the side, hoping that he didn't see my hard dick through the clear glass shower door, I told him that that was fine. Stew was standing there naked. I could make out his hard body through the door as he stood a foot away from me pissing into the toilet. He had a chubby. His semi-hard dick looked to be about 5", meaning that it would hit at least 7" when hard. I continued to soap my body as I watched my cousin's dick let loose a mean piss. He tapped himself off and bent over to flush the toilet when he turned and looked at me through the shower door. Not realizing that I was getting off on my cousin, my soapy hand had somehow found its way back to my erect cock. There I stood with my dick in my hand slowly stroking myself. Stew just smiled and stood up. He called out that he hoped I was having fun in there. Having being caught in the act, I turned away and mumbled something incoherent in reply. Just then Stew slid open the shower door and said, "What was that? I didn't hear what you said." Before I knew what was going on, Stew was in the shower with me, telling me that he needed some cleaning off too and especially since all the alcohol was making him horny. Shocked to have him in the shower with me, I handed him the shower head and gave up all hope of hiding the full bone I was sporting. Stew immediately commented on my state, saying that I had a nice dick. Blushing, but quick to recover, I told him that his dick wasn't bad either. He chuckled knowing that he had me outsized but at least an inch. He then turned around and asked me to soap his back. This was getting out of hand. There I was, soaping up my drunk cousin, in the shower, with a fuckin' hard on. He started to moan as my hands caressed his shoulders and thick arms. Something was going on here. My dick refused to go down as Stew's hard body started to turn me on. Letting the alcohol and hot water once again take over, I continued with the back massage that had developed. My hard dick was throbbing as my cousin continued to moan and groan, letting my hands work his upper body, one of my hands reaching around to massage his pecs. I flicked his nipple lightly. His body became limp and he slowly backed up against me, nestling my hard cock between his butt. Stew froze as he felt me dick hit his asshole. Not knowing where all this was going, I too froze. I had only fucked a guy once, and that was back in my experimenting days. Coming out of the trance, Stew dropped his head forward, reached behind him with both hands, and spread his ass cheeks. Understanding the silent gesture I pushed forward and slowly eased my soapy dick up his ass. I was entranced. I stopped pushing as Stew took control and impaled himself down on me, taking me to the base of my dick. Damn his ass felt good! I pulled out a little then slammed down into him. This was fucking incredible. I began to pick up my pace as Stew continued to moan. Primal moans of ecstasy. I knew I wasn't going to last very long, especially with how tight his ass was. I was into a steady rhythm, telling him that I was about to cum. Hearing that he clamped down on my dick with his ass muscles, sending me over the edge. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I pounded his ass one more time before I erupted, dumping a full load up his ass. Exhausted and surprised at what had just happened, I fell over and gave Stew a great big hug. Needless to say, that was the beginning of a wonderful relationship with my cousin and new roommate.