Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2006 17:02:42 -0800 (PST)
From: John Michaels
Subject: My Cousin, The Artist

The small studio was saturated with sunlight.  Large windows let the light
linger on all the pretty paintings.  Some hung from the wall and others
rested on easels, but all were the beautiful works of one artistic genius:
my cousin, Reggie.

"So this is your apartment?" I asked, looking around.

"Yeah," said Reggie.  "It isn't much, but it works."

Reggie lived in New York City.  He had moved there to further his career in
art.  Being a performer, myself, I felt New York was the place I should be,
as well.  Upon hearing this, Reggie had invited me to spend the summer with
him.  I could already tell that it was going to be a great summer.

"Just make yourself at home," Reggie said.  "You want to order pizza?"

"Sure," I said.  I took a seat on the sofa and drank in my new
surroundings.  It wasn't long at all before my eyes floated back to my
beautiful cousin.  He had on a baseball cap which he always wore backwards.
His dark brown hair was cut close to his head, probably to make it easier
to manage.  His face was gorgeous with sharp, yet easy features.  He was
tall and thin but muscular.  I especially loved the way his T-shirt draped
loosely over his shoulders and chest.  His denim shorts hid the one thing I
wanted to see most.  I tried to be inconspicuous when looking at his
crotch.  I swear he noticed once or twice, but I just played it off, hoping
he wouldn't be uncomfortable.  Obviously he wasn't, because he decided to
spend three months with me.  It was just that I had always thought he was
so incredibly hot.  And we had always had such a good relationship, despite
being ten years apart.  As soon as I hit puberty and began to have sexual
desires, I secretly lusted after him, and now, at age seventeen, I wanted
him more than ever.

Day turned to night and now we sat on the sofa together, talking up a storm
about everything from television shows to our future plans.

"So you want to be on Broadway?" Reggie asked.

"Yeah.  Theatre's my life." I said.

"Like me with painting."  Reggie smiled.  "We have a lot in common.  We
always did."

"It's no surprise.  I always looked up to you."

"Really?"  He seemed surprised.  "I'm flattered."

"It's true.  I always wanted to be just like cousin Reggie."

"Well, I guess you are now."  He looked at me sweetly.  "You're really
cool."

"Thanks," I said.  "It's all your fault."

The room was silent for a moment.  Finally Reggie asked, "So, theatre, huh?
I used to hang out with an actor.  You meet all kinds of crazy cool people
in this town.  He was my first. . . ."  He stopped, as if he had said
something he shouldn't have.

"Your first what?" I asked.

He didn't answer right away.  He looked me in the eye, his expression very
serious.  "If I tell you something, will you promise not to hate me?"

"I could never hate you," I promised.  "You're my favorite cousin."

He looked down, as if ashamed.  "Well," he began, "I was going to say that
my actor friend was the first guy I ever slept with."  He looked me in the
eye again.  "I'm gay."

I couldn't speak, and even if I could have, I wouldn't have been able to
find the words.  I couldn't believe what I had just heard.  My cousin, the
man I had been wanting, was gay.  Finally, I was able to speak, but all
could say was, "I'm gay, too."  I was immediately embarrassed.  I had never
said that out loud to anyone before.

Reggie looked surprised at first, but he slowly began to smile.  "You are?"
he asked.  I just nodded.  "Oh, dude."  He seemed ecstatic.  "Come here,"
he said.  He embraced me warmly and kissed me on the cheek.  "This is so
cool.  I love you, cuz."

"I love you, too," I said.  I savored that embrace like it was the last
thing I would ever feel.  Inside my pants, my cock began to tingle ever so
slightly.

Still holding me, Reggie moved to look me in the eye.  Then, without
warning, he moved in and pressed his lips to mine.  The kiss intensified my
arousal and I began to harden.

Reggie pulled out of the kiss and looked at me once more.  "Was I crossing
the line just now?" he asked.

"No," I said.  "You could never cross the line with me."

This made him smile.  He came in for another kiss.  This one was more
passionate than the last.  His tongue made its way into my mouth and danced
with my own.  I was now fully erect, and everything was about to get a
whole lot hotter.

Without removing his mouth from mine, Reggie maneuvered so that he was
lying on top of me, between my legs.  He began to move his hips, grinding
against me, exciting our dicks through our clothing.  It felt so good.  I
moaned into his mouth and he moaned into mine.  I moved my hips to match
his rhythm.  All of a sudden, Reggie stopped.  "No," he said.  "We should
to this right."

He slid off the sofa and got on his knees on the floor in front of me.  He
pulled off my tank top and tossed it aside and then turned his attention to
my belt buckle.  Soon, my belt was on the floor and my pants were around my
ankles.  I sat bare-ass naked on Reggie's couch while my cousin was on his
knees in front of me.  At first I felt him lick my sensitive underside,
just teasing it with his tongue.  Soon the head of my cock was in his nice
warm mouth, getting sucked and teased.  Eventually, he took the all seven
hard inches of me into his mouth.  He sucked up and down the length of my
throbbing member.  I shivered from the pleasure.  "It feels so good,
Reggie," I said.  "Please don't stop."  He continued to suck slowly, the
pleasure building and becoming so agonizing that I could no longer form
words, only moans of ecstacy.  At last, I blew my load into my cousin's
mouth and he kept sucking until he had swallowed every last drop.

When at last he was finished, he looked up at me.  "How was that?" he
asked.

"That was amazing," I said.

"You want more?" he asked.

He didn't have to ask me twice.  Within seconds, I was on my back on the
floor.  Reggie was on his knees in front of me, lubing the length of his
hard nine-inch rod.  I put a little lube on my asshole, just for good
measure.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"If I start hurting you, just tell me to stop and I will," he said,
sweetly.

"I love you so much, Reggie.  Please fuck me."  He smiled and began.

I felt the thick head of his pleasure stick enter my hungry ass.  He thrust
in a little at first and then further and further until finally I had all
nine inches of him inside of me.  I felt an odd mix of pleasure and pain,
which soon became only pleasure.  My hot cousin rhythmically thrust his
cock into me and moaned from the pleasure.  "Oh, yeah," he said.  "I love
your ass."

"I love your cock," I said.  "Don't stop.  Fuck me harder."  He complied.
The feeling was unbelievable.  His face began to turn red and I knew what
was coming next.  He moaned loudly and I felt his dick throb inside of me
as he filled me up with his love juice.  The moment was so intense that I
came a second time, the cum spilling all over my stomach.  Reggie seized
the opportunity and began to lick up my seed.  The feeling of his tongue on
my hot skin was amazing.  I never wanted it to end.

When the moment was over, we lay in each other's embrace.  "You know what,
little cousin," Reggie said.  "You're really hot."

"You're hotter," I said.

"Nah," he protested.  "I'll tell you what, though.  This is going to be one
hell of a summer."

"Absolutely," I said.  "I think I'm going to like New York."