Date: Thu, 07 Nov 2002 16:30:38 -0600 From: Michael Iverson Subject: My Cousin on the Cape Part III Thanks to everyone for sending their comments and what not! Please do so, I love 'em! Enjoy! ___________________________________ >From Part II: I immediately lowered my head back to his cock and engulfed, swallowing my cum that had landed on it. I knew my mouth was too much for his sensitive dick so I released it and proceeded to lick every drop of cum from his heaving stomach and chest. After cleaning him up with my tongue, and milking out the last of my cum from my still hard cock, I collapsed next to Steven, the both of us breathing rapidly, simply looking at each other, words not even necessary. ______________________________________ My Cousin on the Cape Part III Steven and I slept the rest of the night together in his sleeping bag, our arms around each other's naked body, each unable to let the other go. Images of what occurred that night seemed to flash through my mind even as I slept. My first sight of Steven's young wet body on the diving board, his shorts clinging to his then flaccid dick...my first sight of him laying beside me in his skin tight briefs, staring at his pubescent hard-on stretching the fabric...his four inch hard cock pissing all over my naked body, my cock spraying him with my piss...and of course, having licked his entire body, his sweaty arm pits, his hard nipples, his hairless sweaty ass crack and balls, and best of all, every inch of his beautiful boy cock. All of this ran through my mind for how many hours we slept side by side until the rising sun and the chirping birds woke me from one of the most peaceful night's sleep I've ever had. My eyes slowly opened to find Steven's sleeping face next to mine, an image of an angel. I was on my back and Steven was laying on his side with his arm draped over my chest. His cock was hard, pressed up against my leg, and my cock too was fully erect from my surprisingly full bladder. I wanted to lay there forever in his embrace eternally. My newly awakened mind was fresh with ideals, with thoughts of laying with him until he woke up, and after that even. Of showering together, cleaning his body of our urine, lathering and soaping ever inch of his smooth body. Of spending hours together, exploring our every whim with the others body. But then, my rational mind kicked in. I realized that it could be really late in the morning and that at any moment someone could come out to the tent to wake us up or to just check on how we were doing. If anyone, even Steven's brother, were to see us laying nude, embracing each other we would be in big trouble. Gently, I began to sit up and in doing so, awakened my sleeping angel. He slowly opened his eyes and yawned, then sat up beside me. He smiled upon seeing my face alert, looking at his every movement. "Morning," I said, still smiling. His smile disappeared and for a moment, one brief horrifying moment, I thought that maybe he would regret what we did the night before. That he would feel uncomfortable and shy away from me upon seeing what we did in the light of day. He must have seen a worried look on my face and known somewhat of what I was thinking, because he smiled and laughed slightly. "I thought maybe it was a dream all night," he said. "You're glad it wasn't, right?" I asked hopefully. "Well," he said, pausing briefly as if holding me in suspense, "I am all sticky, but last night was a lot of fun, I wanna do it again." My smile widened upon hearing this, and in response, so did his. "Man, I'm glad to hear that! And I want to again too." "Well, I do have to pee again," he said raising an eyebrow suggestively, and then started giggling. "I have to piss like a racehorse," I said, eliciting more laughter from him. I stood out of the sleeping bag, fully nude. Even after all we had done together the night before, his interest in my body seemed not to have diminished. His gaze was still fixed to my dick as I stood up and stretched, trying to wake myself up more, and wondering what time it could be. My penis was still very hard with my morning erection and because of the pressure on my bladder which I greatly wanted to relieve. Following my example, Steven rose from the sleeping bag. My interest in his body, too, had not diminished, and I thought then that it probably never would. My eyes scanned his body as he raised his arms over his head in a full body yawn. His little dick was hard too, poking four inches into the air. I wanted to fall to my knees and take his cock in my mouth, take his bladder full of piss and spray it all over my body and down my throat. I wanted to taste his cum again, to taste that hot, metallic, intoxifying taste in my mouth and feel it as it spilled over my chin. Oh how I wanted to have my mouth filled with his cock! But I knew now was not the time. Steven, unfortunately, did not. He stepped up to me and wrapped both his hands around my dick. I moaned as he began stroking my 6-inches and placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. My eyes closed, reveling in the feeling of his soft hands sliding smoothly over my penis. But I stopped him abruptly. "We can't do this now, Steve," I said. His expression shifted rapidly from the happy glee present only moments before to sorrowful and near tears. "I really want to!" I said to reassure him, "but I don't know what time it is, and who knows when someone's gonna come out here to check on us. Let's wait 'till later when we won't have to worry." This seemed to be a good enough argument for him, but even I disappointed myself! I wanted to let him pleasure me. I wanted to cum all over him, because of him. But my rational mind seemed to be in control at the moment. "Let's get dressed and go see if we can sneak to the shower before anyone catches a whiff of us, 'cause we reek, my friend!" He chuckled and said he agreed. And so we got dressed and left the tent, forgetting momentarily about the sleeping bag drenched in urine, and headed toward the house. After saying hi to those who were up, and who thankfully were sitting in the living room so we only had to say hi and wave from a distance, we walked through the kitchen and down the hall toward the bathroom. I walked in and Steven followed, not even thinking that he should not be in the bathroom with me. I closed the door almost fully and said in a whisper, "Steve, we can't be in here together." "Let's just pee together, no one will know," he said almost slyly, but also in a sort of child-like innocence. "And what if someone comes knocking on the door and the two of us are in here?" I asked, but he was already starting to convince me. "C'mon," he said, and walked over to the toilet. "I just want to watch you pee. I want to see your dick." Steven pulled down his pajama bottoms and pulled his soft dick out of his briefs, I say soft, but it was really somewhere between fully flaccid and erect. "C'mon," he said once more. I shut the door all the way and pushed in the lock. I couldn't help but smile as I walked over to the toilet, seeing my little cousin with his dick and balls hanging out, waiting for me so we could piss together. As I began pulling my dick out, he said, "I really gotta pee," and he let out a stream of piss into the toilet not able to hold it until I was ready. His urine was dark-yellow in color, almost orange, as it usually is in the morning, and the stagnant aroma made me light headed as it reached my nostrils. It brought fresh to my mind the memories of last night, of bathing each other in our piss, of his dick, hard in my mouth, spurting his boy cum down my throat. I strained and began releasing my own piss into the basin. Our streams mingled as they made their way into the toilet, and Steven giggled as he gyrated his hips, spiraling his stream of urine. I put my right arm around his waist as we continued pissing, not even worried that somebody might come knocking at the door. With my left hand I began stroking my cock, even as I was pissing, and my dick began to harden more than it was. Steven's stream ended and as he shook the last drops of pee from his penis, he turned toward me and reached out to my pissing dick. I took my hand away, and Steven replaced it with his own. I was still pissing a pretty hard stream, but my dick was now almost fully erect, keeping its aim toward the toilet only because of Steven's hand. I couldn't tell him to stop, and I didn't want to either. He continued stroking my dick, sometimes coming in contact with my piss when his hand reached the head. Slowly, my stream subsided, but before I could squeeze out the last few drops Steven said, "Do it in my hand." I couldn't question him so I turned toward him and when he had his hand below the head of my dick, I squeezed out the last few drops of urine, which pooled into the cup of his hand. He lowered his head and drank my piss, gurgling it into his mouth. He looked up and smiled. "I should get in the shower now," I said begrudgingly. He nodded and said okay, then left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Hopefully he would stay away from everyone until he showered, I thought. I wouldn't want any embarrassing questions afterward. Although my cock was hard, almost achingly so, upon stepping under the spray of the shower, I decided that I'd leave it be and save my cum for later in the day or at night when Steven and I could be alone. The first couple of minutes went by alright but then, while closing my eyes to rinse the shampoo from my hair, vivid images of Steven came flooding into my brain. His body, his cock, the feel of his tight ass around my tongue. All of this as if I were seeing it for the first time. Steven standing on the diving board, glistening under the sun. Steven kneeling beside me in his tight briefs. Steven's warm body against mine. My hand reached for my cock and I began stroking it slowly as my mind raced through the events of the past day. Eyes closed, I began rubbing my hole with my left hand, my right hand tightly gripped around my penis racing from head to base, lingering at the head, giving it an extra squeeze before returning downward again. I pushed two fingers into my ass, marveling at how great it felt to be filled, and desiring passionately that soon it would be not my fingers but Steven's dick that was filling me. I pushed them in as far as I could, bucking against them, arching my back as my dick stiffened more, and the head flared. So occupied was I that I didn't even hear anyone enter the bathroom until the shower curtain began to be pulled back. Horrified, I quickly withdrew my fingers from my ass and turned slightly so as to hide my dick and the obvious fact I had been jacking off. Much to my relief though, my eyes were greeted with the sweet and familiar face of Steven. He was smiling mischievously and pulling off his clothes with great haste. "What are you doing?" I asked, apparently too loud because he shushed me as he stepped into the shower. His 4 inch dick was pointing straight up, and I doubted sincerely that it had been completely soft all morning. "My mom and dad are still sleeping and Aunt Paula and Uncle Matt are taking the kids with them to go shopping. I told her I wanted to stay home and she said okay." Steven stepped under the spray, wetting his short brown hair. I watched was the water washed down his body. He told me that everyone else had gone home the night before and that it was only me, him, and his parents in the house for the next couple hours. "My parents always sleep late and it's only 8:30," he informed me. He stepped forward slightly, his back shielding the spray of water from us. His right hand gripped his dick and slowly he reached for mine with his left. A shudder passed through my body as he came in contact with my dick. For an instant my eyes closed and I'm sure I swayed slightly as I felt the most magnificent tingling sensation leave my dick and spread rapidly through my body. "Were you jackin' off?" he asked as he began to slowly stroke my dick with a very tight grip. "Yeah," I said, my breathing becoming rapid and sporadic. "I couldn't stop thinking about you." His eyes lit up when I said this. "And about what we did last night. And about what I want to do." "I still wanna pee with you again," he said. His stroking never missed a beat and he always paused at the head of my dick and gave it an extra squeeze just as I always did. "Let's drink a lot and hold it in all day until we can do it together again." "That sounds good." I gasped for air. His pace quickened, and though I had cum not to long before in the tent with Steven, I knew that I couldn't hold back much longer. I longed for release. I longed to shoot my cum all over Steven and then to lick it up off his smooth, golden skin. At that moment, he released my dick from his hand and stood hesitantly. Although his hand was wrapped around his dick, he didn't seem to be stroking, only holding it tightly. His gaze shifted from my dick to my face and he asked imploringly, "Can I put it in my mouth?" I think my chin had actually dropped. I certainly hadn't expected him to ask me that, not so soon anyway. "You want to?" I asked him, making sure he didn't feel forced into doing anything he didn't want to. "I want to make you feel how I felt last night. And I want to taste it, and see what it feels like." I couldn't argue with that. Steven got down on his knees and took my cock in both hands. He pulled it from side to side, squeezed it, stroked it slightly, and then slowly brought his face in closer. He was intent, focused, looking only at my dick as he extended his tongue and licked just under the head and along the piss slit. If I thought what I felt before was a shudder, than this, this was explosive. My entire body convulsed with pleasure as he ran his tongue all around the head of my dick, slowly, several times. Then, with his tongue extended, he licked down from the head to the base of my cock, then put his lips around half of it like it was a popsicle and returned up toward the head. His saliva was slick and warm, and his tongue, his tongue was like a burning cinder being run up my dick, tantalizing me. I wanted my entire dick to feel its warmth. I wanted my cock to be absorbed by it, to be engulfed into the hot, wet vacuum of his mouth. As he reached the red, flaring head of my dick, he glanced up to my face quickly with his large blue eyes before taking my dick into his mouth. The feeling was fantastic! He had just the head of my dick in his mouth, and he encircled it with his tongue, the top, the bottom, focusing especially on the bottom, right under the piss slit. My eyes closed as I placed my hands on the back of his head, steadying myself from vertigo-like waves of pleasure passing through my body. As he lowered his head and more of my cock entered his mouth, I let out a low moan, guttural like, not able to hold it back. His tongue moved rapidly all around my dick, and the parts it didn't touch were still surrounded by the slick warmth of his mouth. His head lowered further, taking in about two inches of my dick. He began sucking as he raised his head, sliding up my dick, until only the head remained in his mouth. Then he lowered his head again, taking in four inches. My dick was burning, I needed to cum, it wouldn't be long. My right arm flew to the wall to hold myself standing as my left continued rubbing his head, gently pushing him farther down my cock, hoping each time for him to take more into his mouth. I moaned again, this time more loudly, as his hand reached up and began tugging on my balls, rolling each in his hand. They were loose, hanging down low because of the hot water. He bobbed his head faster and faster up and down my dick, each time taking more into his mouth, until, at some point his face pressed into my pubes and the tip of my dick pressed against the back of his throat. This didn't phase him. He continued sucking my dick passionately, touching every inch with his probing tongue, engulfing all six inches into his hot mouth. I felt his hand leave my balls, and seconds later felt his fingers slide between my butt cheeks. I wanted to be filled, just as much as I wanted never to take my cock from his mouth. Reaching back, my hand joined his, and without hesitation, we both stuck a finger into my ass, plunging them in as far as they would go. My hips buckled and my back arched. Again, I let out a low stream of moans. He raised his head and just when only the head of my dick remained in his mouth, my first jet of cum erupted from my cock, filling his mouth. My ass clenched around our fingers, and Steven lifted his head off my dick. The second stream hit him right in the face, covering his cheek and chin with my hot cum. He looked surprised but then dove back on my dick and sucked the remaining cum directly from its source. My moans lessened and changed into mere rapid breathing. He pulled off my dick after a few moments after I finished cumming. We removed our fingers from my ass and he stood up. I realized then that his hand was wrapped around his own four inch dick, and that his cum was dribbling over his hand and down to the shower floor. I raised his hand to my mouth and sucked every drop of cum from his hand. He smiled as I did this, then stood on his toes to reach my face and pressed his lips against mine. I opened my mouth and his tongue came shooting in. We kissed passionately, almost animal-like, for a minute, then separated. "I love how it tastes," he said gleefully. "I love how you taste," I replied. He smiled further. "We should get outta here before your parents wake up," I told him, hating that I had to be the mature one, always thinking rationally. And so we washed each other, silently, reveling in each other's body, running our lathered hands across every inch of the other's smooth skin. After drying, and putting on our clothes, Steven opened the door to walk out. He turned, smiling, and said, "Remember, drink a lot and hold it in all day, ok?" I smiled and nodded. Steven walked out and down the hall. Man, how I loved my cousin! 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