Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2000 04:38:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Jake <jake1475@webtv.net>
Subject: My Cousins and I (True, b/b, t/t, oral, anal, incest)

My Cousins and I (True)
by Jake (jake1475@webtv.net)

This is the absolutely true story of my sexual adventures with my two
cousins - "Joe", who was about my age but a bit younger, and "Billy", who
was 5 years younger than me. Most of these events took place during the
1940s.

Joe and I started playing with each other sexually when we were both around
6. We would visit each other's home and as soon as possible slip away to
play alone. Then we would grab at each other's crotch, trying to get in
some feels, and then we would decide who would show his peter and balls
first. (We always used the term "peter" for our cocks - don't know where it
came from at that age.)

If we had enough privacy, we would drop our trousers and underpants and
gently caress and fondle each other. Our peters were about 3 inches when
stiff (and they DID get stiff) and our little balls were almost invisible.
The scrotum looked like a half a walnut shell unless it was a hot day in
summer when the balls would hang a little looser. He was cut and I uncut,
so we really enjoyed looking at and fondling each other's "different"
peters.  We had a ritual of "introducing our peters" which involved
docking! We would stand facing each other, push our pee holes together and
I would skin my foreskin down over his glans and kind of rub it back and
forth.  Finally, we would close our play by hugging each other with our
stiffies between each other's legs.

After some years of this, on one of our meetings, Joe led me to the
bathroom to show me something. When we got there with door safely closed,
he stripped me from the waist down and pulled me by my erect peter over to
the sink. He proceeded to get his hands and my peter wet and soapy. Then he
skinned me back and started using all sorts of movements to excite me. He
rubbed the palm of his hand against my glans in long strokes, both top and
bottom and also clasped my glans in his fist and twisted. It felt so good
and tickled so much that my legs would twitch in time with his strokes. He
thought this was funny. Then we traded places and I worked him over. The
tickle was so great and like nothing I had felt before. I asked him where
he learned to do it, and

his answer was that he had just experimented when he was in the tub and
happened upon the technique. We made it a regular part of our play after
that. One variation was that the one being soaped would lie spreadeagled on
a bed and pretend that he was a prisoner and being tortured in this way. We
would twist and buck our hips, begging for mercy and secretly hoping that
the torture would continue indefinitely.

Little Billy was about 5 when he entered the picture of my sex-play.  Joe
and I had learned the work "fuck" by then (we were 10 or so) and in our
ignorance took it to mean pushing our crotches or bare peters against
someone or thing. We would "fuck" Billy's bed, his chair, his leg and he
would holler and fight back. Even at that young age, Billy was like

we had been - incredibly sexy. When he was about 7 and I was 12, he and I
did some real sex-play with each other. He would start by kneeling in front
of me and slowly running his hand up my pant leg and getting into my briefs
to play with my peter and balls. After a while we would trade places and I
would diddle his little peter and warm balls. Then we would expose each
other. Unlike Joe, Billy was uncut. I'll get into details later in the
story.

At about age 11, I really masturbated for the first time - my first orgasm
was also my first ejaculation. For years I had played sexually with Joe,
but of all the things we discovered that we liked to do over the years,
nothing had caused an orgasm in us. As a kid growing up as an only child in
a single-parent family, I had no knowledge of anything sexual from brothers
or sisters and certainly none from my mother. As she worked, I was home
alone a lot. Also as a kid we never had a shower - baths only - and what a
wonderful place it was to have fun. Long leisurely baths gave an
opportunity to play with myself. The nudity went with the territory and my
lingering in the tub was just put down to dawdling. So a half hour might
include five minutes of washing and 25 minutes of playing with my peter.
And what could be more easily at hand than soap which made washing my glans
a slippery delight (after skinning back the foreskin - which I had been
instructed to do). I stayed hard through bath times and then it got soft,
and that was it.

Joe and I included soaping our peters as a regular part of our play, but
again no orgasm. By the summer when I was 11, I was feeling frustrated and
unfulfilled after our sex play, but had no idea what to do. Also that
summer was the first when I was alone for most of the day. Having moved
into a warm 3rd floor apartment and having no friends in the area, I stayed
naked much of the day. And what was readily at hand? A penis that had
suddenly gone from something about as thick as a fountain pen and four
inches long to a thick 6-incher with big balls. There was even some hair
down there! Not much of course, and my balls were still silky smooth. This
one particular day the nudity, my stiff peter and some memories came
together. Occasionally since my cousins lived on a farm, we would joke
about milking cows and apply the same motions to ourselves (or each
other). Also at a nearby lake I had been introduced to changing into a
bathing suit in a bathhouse (and getting naked to do it) and seeing other
boys and men naked - this was the year before I had hair so that was a
surprise. On that visit I also saw written on the wall of the bathhouse,
"Skin it back and milk it down".

Anyway, I had just finished a bath with a lot of soaping and had an
erection that wouldn't quit. And then the inspiration - milking - and I
began to pump my foreskin back and forth over my shiny purple glans.
Tension seemed to build up. I was standing with my legs spread.  Then an
unusual thing happened - all of a sudden my glans was damp and slippery
(never had heard of or seen precum either). That added a sound effect and
the whole process felt better and better. At that point I knew something
was going to happen and I couldn't have stopped my hand no matter what. In
fact I sped up my stroke until my hand was a blur. Without thinking I went
into a slight squat and this glorious feeling started in my glans and
spread to my belly and then all over. My peter pulsed and throbbed, and
then the frightening thing happened - thick white liquid spurted out where
only pee had ever come from before. Then my glans was very sensitive so I
stopped pumping, took some deep breaths and immediately started to worry
about what had happened. This was especially true because this white stuff
kept dripping out of my peter. I recovered enough to wipe it up with toilet
paper (after checking on it with a finger and then rubbing it between thumb
and finger (really slippery) and finally smelling it. No, I didn't taste it
because it had come out of my pee hole! I soon got over that!  But my first
orgasm was a shock, and in an 11 year old's thinking the best I could come
up with was that the fluid had come from my scrotum (not bad) but that its
purpose was to cushion my balls (poor) and would get used up. By the next
day, I didn't care whether it got used up or not, since all I could think
of was the astounding pleasure, and I did it again and again.

And there were variations. I tried to cum by rubbing my bare soapy glans
(mostly too sensitive and I couldn't keep going long enough to cum). I
tried holding my glans in the stream of water while filling the tub (great
feeling but I was too impatient). The tub had a rubber hose shower
attachment which fit on the faucet. The four inch round shower head came
off easily and the hose fit neatly into my asshole. On occasion, just
before my orgasm, I would turn on the water to give myself an enema which
really seemed to intensify the cum (ended the bath since it was necessary
to get to the toilet quickly). Other times I could turn sideways in the tub
and with a little luck, lick my glans while jacking off (here's where I
learned the taste of cum). And eventually I used a razor to remove my pubic
hair (but more about that later).

Joe and I did have another activity that we engaged in on occasion when we
got together - sucking. It was before I started to masturbate so we must
have been about 10. When we could be alone, he excitedly told me of
something that had happened with a friend during a sleep-over.  The friend
was sort of a troublemaker in school and I wasn't close to him, but
apparently my cousin was. When they were in bed, the friend offered to suck
Joe's peter if he would kiss the friend's ass. This caught my attention at
once and I asked what happened. My cousin said that they had both pulled
down their pajama pants and he had kissed the ass cheek and not the
hole. Then the friend had licked and sucked Joe's peter.

Quickly I asked how it had felt and got the response that it was nice.  I
took a deep breath and said, "Let's try it now." After a pause he agreed
but only if I'd go first. Right then it was major decision time - I had two
fears - first that he might tell other kids what I had done and secondly
that he might pee in my mouth. I decided that as long as he sucked me also,
there wouldn't be any telling and with the hardon I was looking at, he
couldn't pee if he wanted to. We were sitting side by side on his bed
completely naked, so I bent over and touched my tongue to his glans.  It
felt super smooth, and the only taste was from the soap we had been using
earlier. I took the head and then some of his shaft in my mouth and sucked
and licked for about ten minutes. Then I leaned back and he did me - his
tongue did amazing things to my glans - even more than the effect I had had
on him. His glans was always exposed whereas mine was hidden away under my
foreskin. After about the same amount of time, he gave me a final lick and
we got dressed. After that we would suck each other occasionally, but never
to orgasm. I was afraid he would be upset if I came in his mouth. After we
were older, I would always try to strip some of his precum out of his peter
while I was sucking him.

When I discovered how to masturbate, my first desire was to show this
special trick to Joe, just as he had shown me soaping. I was a bit worried
about his reaction, however, to the cum shooting out. For some strange
reason I thought that was "dirty" and might turn him off or make him
ridicule me. About that time I had also discovered that my orgasm came
quicker with my left hand tucked between my legs which I held tightly
closed holding it under my balls. Yes, you guessed it - by squeezing at the
time of orgasm, no cum shot out (very bad according to the Jackinworld
website but didn't seem to hurt me). So I had the answer to my concern. My
opportunity came one evening when my mother had to work and Joe was allowed
to ride his bike over to "play cards" for a couple of hours. There was no
chance of being interrupted and plenty of time to play peters. Actually, we
did play cards for a while. We grabbed each other's crotches from time to
time, which led to the cards being ignored and the two of us stripping for
action. Actually, we soaped each other for awhile on the sofa. Then we
washed off the soap and he was getting ready to dress.  I took a deep
breath, sat down facing him and said. "I've got something to show you."
Since my peter was still stiff, I just started to jack off, left hand
between my legs. I was very excited so it only took a few minutes of
pumping until I started to pant and then shake with the intensity of my
orgasm. He watched very closely. After I calmed down, I urged him to try
it. And, of course, he asked the question that was really tough for a 12
year old to answer, "What does it feel like?" After telling him it felt
good and really tickled, he did start to pump the skin up and down on his
peter, After about five minutes, he stopped and said that he didn't feel
anything. I offered to take over, but he refused and that was it. On
another visit, I jacked off again in front of him and after some urging, he
again went through the motions with no success. In desperation, I told him
that I did something else sometimes to help me get an orgasm - I would
lubricate the handle of a hair brush and insert it in my asshole. I
explained that it gave me something to squeeze down on. He didn't seem to
have that concept. He agreed and let me insert the handle about 4 inches
deep.  Then he began pumping again, but still no luck.

About a year later, we were fooling around outside in a patch of woods near
their summer place. Actually we were overlooking a two-lane highway with
cars passing by while we were up on a high bank back from the road. We had
our peters and balls exposed. I was excited and started to masturbate
again, stretching out on the leaves. He wouldn't join me in jerking off but
did come over and start pumping my peter.  Shortly, I felt the orgasm
coming on and partly rolled over on my side.  I decided I was going to let
the cum shoot and didn't want spots on my shirt and pants. My cousin was
looking around, maybe concerned that we might be seen, and totally missed
my cum shots. He didn't even get any on his fingers since my cum was thin
(from frequent masturbation) and didn't (then) dribble. After that it was
about three years until we finally both masturbated and came while watching
each other closely. It was the first time I saw his cum which was really
thick and just ran out of his piss slit and down over his hand to his
belly. I had given up on him, but that was OK since his little brother
Billy was showing signs of progress.

All three of us played together only twice. The first time was when Billy
was 9 or 10 and we were about 15. We were at their summer cabin, and their
parents were away. The three of us had gone swimming in the creek (without
suits and with a lot of fondling and floating on our backs with our
"periscopes" showing) and then came back to play cards wearing our swim
suits. After a while my older cousin said he was bored and wanted to play
something else. We asked what and he replied "Baseball, and I've got the
balls." At that he pulled back the leg of his trunks and let his scrotum
and balls hang out. He always had big balls, and it was a warm day - need I
say more? I quickly fished out my peter which had suddenly gotten hard and
said "I've got the bat." With that all three of us got up and went off the
porch to their bedroom.

All three of us sat on the edge of the bed with me in the middle. After a
little discussion, we agreed to pull down our trunks at the same time.
Immediately we were naked - two big erect peters with big balls and pubic
hair and one smooth three incher with tiny balls. We let our hands roam and
caress and manipulate. At one point they both rolled over toward me so we
could press our genitals together. Then Joe sent his brother out to "stand
guard" while we soaped each other. Then he went out and sent Billy in to
play with me. Remember, we were both uncut. I got my hands soapy and,
holding his little stiffie between my thumb and forefinger, skinned back
his prepuce and there was his hard little lavender-colored glans. I rubbed,
squeezed, and twisted to give him every good sensation I could, and he
would quiver and make little gasping sounds. After a while, I went to the
bathroom and washed off my hands. He followed me and got his hands soapy.
Back in the bedroom, I stretched out and let him work me over. He too
skinned me back and then started on my glans. It was interesting to see his
small hands working on my big peter. He really got into it and went back
several times to wet his hands. He too got a kick out of my twitching and
moaning. Then, at the end, he squeezed the base of my peter and milked his
hand down the length of my peter, This make my glans really swollen and
dark purple. He looked up at me and grinned when he saw the precum ooze
out. Then he rubbed my glans with that till it dried. Then I went out and
sent his older brother in to play with him which lasted about ten minutes -
always made me wonder how much they did with each other when they were
alone.

The second time we played was when Billy was about 11 or 12 and we were 16
or 17. Again we were at their place alone for the evening.  Billy was
making a pest of himself and finally he and his older brother got into a
wrestling match on the kitchen floor.  Billy quickly got pinned, and Joe
told me to come over and hold his arms so he could pull down his brother's
pants. Then Billy really began to struggle and make threats as to what he
would do to us. I quickly pinned his arms while his brother slid down to
sit on his knees. Then Joe unfastened the belt, unbuttoned the fly and
pulled down jeans and underpants together. And was I amazed - Billy's peter
and balls were nearly adult size with a fringe of pubic hair. He continued
to protest, but his brother just began to fondle his peter and balls.
Before long, Billy had a nice five inch erection with his glans peeping out
of his foreskin. After he was good and stiff we let him loose, but he
continued to lay there naked from chest to knees making threats as to what
he would do to us. Actually, he lay there until their dog came over and
began to sniff at his genitals. Secretly, I hoped they would gang up on me
and give me the same treatment. They would have gotten a real surprise
since at that time I had completely bare pubes, having shaved off all my
pubic hair. However, nothing else happened and the session was over.

When I saw how sexually developed Billy was, I was very anxious to return,
get him alone and see if I could teach him to masturbate. I had a summer
job like Joe, but I was free some afternoons and dropped in on my younger
cousin. Our first real play came from looking at, yes, you guessed it,
National Geographics. We were sitting side by side on a couch in the summer
house, so after a while we started grabbing at each other's crotch trying
to induce an erection in the other guy. After a while, I just reached over
and inserted my finger in his button fly, found the opening to his
underpants and caressed his silky pubic hair and the base of his peter with
my finger. Then he responded by opening my fly, pulling down the elastic on
my briefs and hooking it under my balls, leaving my hard peter waving in
the air. Very quickly he was in the same condition. Then we went upstairs
where it would be safer and lowered our briefs and trousers. Facing each
other we played with each other's erections. We were both uncut, and our
peters curved up towards our bellies, making everything seem "natural".
Even this first time, we started "milking" each other. Then we embraced so
our peters were pressed between our bellies. I showed him my trick of
making my balls "disappear" by pushing them up into my belly, one on each
side of my peter so I looked like I had been castrated. He eagerly caressed
my empty scrotum with his hand. After a little while, I spread my legs and
the balls dropped back down. After several visits, we had progressed to
milking each other for perhaps ten minutes but never achieving an orgasm. I
would squeeze down to approach the orgasm and then relax while he kept
pumping. As a result it felt great but it wasn't enough continuous
stimulation to cum.

Finally, the big day arrived. As I pumped his peter, I could feel, for the
first time, him making his peter stiffer and then relaxing. I continued
longer than usual and then I saw and felt his glans get wet with precum - a
first!  And then there was that sexy sound of foreskin rubbing over his
glans which was almost dripping with precum. Also, I could see that he was
breathing heavily, almost panting. He whispered that I could quit pumping.
Instead of that, I leaned against his chest to hold him in place while my
right hand speeded up. He tried to sit up, but I held him down (it didn't
take much pressure). The muscle tension of trying to sit up brought on his
orgasm.  His peter throbbed about four times, and some really big thick
white drops squirted out of his pee hole on the floor between his legs (I
didn't want him to ejaculate on his pants which we hadn't lowered).

After his heavy breathing slowed down and the last hot cum ran down over my
fingers, he looked at me and said, "Why did you do that?"  I was a little
concerned that he might be mad at me, but he merely grinned. I said "If
we're going to do it, we might as well do it right."  He grinned back and
nodded in agreement.

I grabbed a nearby rag, milked down the last drops cum out of his peter,
wiped off my hand and wiped up the drops on the floor.  By this time, we
had run out of time, so he didn't get the chance to milk my peter to a cum.
That situation was remedied on the next visit.  However, I was so excited
that I drove the five miles home on back roads.  My peter was demanding
attention, so I unzipped my fly and pulled it out.  I didn't want cum on my
trousers, so I covered my glans with my handkerchief and started to pump
frantically.  In about three minuted I took my foot off the accelerator,
spread my legs and let my cum gush out.  Immediately my handkerchief was
soaked.  It went back into my pocket.  It was still damp when I went to bed
and fragrance provided the inspiration another orgasm.  I fell asleep
planning my next visit.

Let me take a little break and discuss my fascination with shaving.  I
started early - as soon as I had hair. My cousin and I used to eagerly
compare how much our pubic hair had grown, but after I had a full growth, I
decided to try to go back to the way I had looked before hair.  What turned
me on was the fact that now I had a really big peter and balls instead of
the little three or four incher with balls the size of grapes. And now I
could cum, and it was a lot easier to clean up those thick milky drops from
bare skin than from pubic hair. I never had a problem with changing in gym
because most of us kept on our underpants and were not forced to take
showers. I always liked to look at those who did, but they were in the very
small minority. The only thing I had to watch out for were the
every-other-year physicals given in school. Of course, they involved the
cough test for hernia, but I knew about when they would occur and stopped
shaving for a while. Understand, I wasn't bare all the time until later in
life.

Through the times of paying with my cousins, I always seemed to have pubic
hair except once.  One time when my Joe and I met for a play session, I
told him I had something to show him.  He was slipping his hand up my pant
leg. We occasionally did this as a prelude to stripping - ran our hands up
the other's pant leg, caressing the calf and thigh and finally reaching the
underpants, slipping a finger under the elastic to feel the scrotum and
balls and peter.  His hand was at my crotch and soon slipped under the
elastic. It suddenly came to him that there was no pubic hair! He pulled
his hand back and made me strip at once so he could see. Then he caressed
my silky smooth pubes and balls excitedly for some time. I urged him to let
me shave him, but he wouldn't because he said that someone might see him in
the bathroom at home. Another time when we were playing, I noticed the
contrast between my hairy legs and smooth pubes and him being just the
opposite. I ran my hands over his long smooth bare legs and said, "How come
you don't have hair on your legs?" His answer surprised me.  He simply said
with a smile, "I shaved my legs because I don't like them all hairy!"
Hearing that, I was really shocked.  This was something that girls did, and
here he was going to gym class and going swimming with shaved legs which
everybody could see. Also, he had apparently figured out a way to shave his
legs in the bathroom and not be seen by other family members.

Anyway, back to my younger cousin, Billy. After pumping out his cum for the
first time, I knew when I returned the next time, he would be after mine.
About a week later I went back on a warm afternoon. He soon led me to the
barn, and, once inside the hay storage area, he unfastened my belt,
unzipped my pants and stripped me naked from the waist down. I assisted by
pulling my tee shirt up to my neck so he would have easy access to my
genitals and I cold easily watch him in action. By the time I was bare, my
peter was hard and sticking up at about a 45 degree angle with the foreskin
showing about half of my purple glans. He stood beside me and grasped my
peter in his smooth hand and started to milk me.  Ordinarily I didn't
masturbate standing up. I looked around and saw we were near the tractor so
I moved over to lean against the large tire which had the result of causing
my peter and balls to jut out more prominently. He kept a steady fast
pumping motion on my peter. The sensations got more intense and I knew I
was going to be milked for the second time by another boy. (Joe had only
finished taking me to an orgasm once). My legs started to twitch and I went
up on tip toe, trying to stick my peter even farther out in front of
me. And then with a grunt, I came and to his surprise my cum shot out in a
stream about three feet in front of the glans. After about three more
squirts, the big tickle was over, and I sort of bent over at the hips
because he kept pumping at a fast speed.  In doing myself I was used to
slowing down the rate of pumping as the orgasm began. The last of my cum
ran down over his fingers and he let go of my already softening peter. He
found an old rag and quite matter-of-factly wiped his hand and my glans
after carefully stripping the last of the cum out of my peter. Somehow I
was afraid that he might not like my cum on his hand, but there was no
problem.  That day I didn't have to jerk off on the way home.

The next couple of times with Billy only one of us would cum - we just
didn't have the time to do him and me both. Once we went out for a walk and
were exploring a little stream on the farm. It was dry weather and the
stream was almost a trickle so we could walk along the stream which from
time to time had high banks. At one of these places, I stopped and reached
out to cup his peter and balls through his pants. Almost immediately, he
started getting a hardon. I took that as an invitation to continue, so I
opened his belt, fly, and stripped down his pants and underpants to his
ankles. There was his nice five inch peter sticking straight out from his
pubes. Since it was a hot day, his balls hung down loose in their bag. I
have a thing for relaxed balls so I spent a little time caressing them and
rolling them gently around. He raised his tee shirt under his arms and was
watching intently what I was doing. Then I began the pumping which he
wanted so badly. If it were possible, his peter got even harder, and he
started to leak precum. In a few minutes he gasped and pulled back slightly
at the hips so his belly stuck out like a little kid's. Unlike me, he never
seemed to tense up at the orgasm. He just stood relaxed while the hot,
thick cum pulsed out of his piss hole and ran down over my fingers and
dripped on the ground. He wiped the cum off his glans with his
handkerchief, and I washed my hand in the stream and watched the clumps of
his cum float away.

Another time didn't lead to masturbation. We were playing with each other
in the barn when I remarked that it would be kind of fun to soap each other
like I had done with his brother. Quickly he tucked his peter and balls
back in his pants, zipped up and headed to the house. Quickly he returned
with a jar or water and a piece of soap. We sat down on a bale of hay after
stripping our mid-sections bare and started soaping each other's peter.
Gradually, I included his balls and began to slip my finders down behind
his balls. He did the same. After a little while of this, I suggested
fucking (not to a climax - just sticking our peters up each other's
assholes). He agreed. I had him turn around. Gently I ran my soapy wet
fingers up and down between his ass cheeks.  When he was nicely slick, I
concentrated on his hole.  Slowly my middle finger slipped into the hot
cavern while he totally relaxed.  Feeling that he was well lubricated, I
turned my attention to my hard peter.  When it was equally slick, I had him
bend over so I could find his hole with my glans. He was so well prepared
that when I found his hole, my peter just slid in until my belly was
against his back. He was really hot inside. I began pumping in and out,
continuing for about five minutes.  Then he became impatient to try on my
asshole and I pulled out. I turned around for him. I was really excited as
he played with my ass and inserted his soapy finger.  Sure, the soap stung
a little but that was a small price to pay to be fucked.  When he found my
asshole with his glans, I think I surprised him by pushing back harder than
he was pushing his peter in.  He went in up to his balls and then started
to do some long thrusts so that I had to brace myself against the wall.  I
was in heaven being so masterfully fucked by my 12 year old cousin. After a
while, he pulled out, leaving me with a really empty feeling. Why we didn't
do it until we shot up each other's ass, I'll never know.

Another time when I gave Billy an outdoors cum was on a walk one evening.
It was dark, and I stood behind him right out on the road.  I unzipped him
and hooked his underpants under his balls, then started to pump. It was all
by feel - too dark to see - but I could hear a squishing sound as his glans
leaked precum to moisten the end of his peter and my fingers. Then I felt
his peter get really hard, heard him gasp and heard his drops of cum hit
the road. Finally, the last drops ran over my fingers. I stripped out the
cum still in his urethra and tucked his peter and balls back in his pants
and we continued to his home. I thought later, it would have been exciting
if a car had come along when he was getting ready to cum.

One particular meeting with Billy was the most exciting and fulfilling that
I ever had. I stopped in for a visit and found Joe at work and his parents
just leaving. It was wonderful because we'd be alone for several hours. We
played cards for about ten minutes to make sure his parents weren't coming
back. Then he gathered up the cards, got up, and said, "Come on, let's go
upstairs." He started first and I was close behind - so close that I had my
hand between his legs, cupping his balls and peter through his jeans. He
led me straight to the bathroom and started to strip. I followed suit, and
soon we both were naked. He went over to the sink and motioned me to follow
while he soaped up his hands.  By this time we were both sporting
erections. We had never done too much soaping of each other so he was
determined to use that method that night. He grabbed my peter with his left
hand and skinned back my foreskin. With his right hand he used every
possible movement to excite me further. He rubbed the broad top of my
glans, then the nerve on the bottom, then took the glans in his fist and
twisted like he was turning a door knob. He was really stimulating my knob
which was enlarged and a deep shiny purple. Each movement caused me to
twitch and moan. He wet his hand and started to jerk me off. Only one
problem - my peter was so hard that my foreskin stayed back off my glans
and he was pumping on my bare, very sensitive glans. The pleasure was
exquisite but so intense that at first I bent at the hips to try to avoid
the treatment. His arm kept hitting my protruding belly, but he kept up the
fast pumping. I knew that I had never cum this way before and that I might
lose my hardon. Quickly I reversed myself and stuck my peter out, curving
my back and pressing my balls against the wash basin. That did it - my
orgasm hit like a Mack truck. My whole body jerked in time with his
strokes, and the thin cum squirted out all over the sink and the wall
behind it. He had kept up a fast pumping speed through my entire orgasm -
again something I never did. Finally I had to grab his wrist to stop his
pumping which was becoming almost painful. While I recovered, he cleaned up
my semen. Then we traded places and I skinned him back and began to soap
his peter. Quickly the soaping had its effect. His peter now was as hard as
an iron bar, and he was taking some deep breaths. He started jerking and
shaking. After about five minutes of stimulation and repeated re-soapings,
I washed the soap off my hand and began to masturbate him. However, I let
his skin cover his glans as usual. He stood flat footed with his belly
curved out so that my arm hit him as I pumped. His breathing got heavier
and I felt the throbs in his peter as the orgasm hit him. As usual, his
thick creamy cum simply oozed out of his glans and ran down over my
fingers. I pumped him until he stopped me. I stepped back and while he was
busy rinsing his cum from the sink and wiping off his glans, I did
something I had been wanting to do for a long time - I quickly licked his
thick cum off my fingers. It was the first time I had ever tasted someone
else's cum. What a thrill - it was so thick and the taste so intense that
it stayed with me the rest of the evening. I also was very excited thinking
about his sperm in my mouth and stomach. In spite of the intense cum I had
to jerk off again when I got home, just thinking about what had happened.

The last time Billy and I played with each other sexually took place when
he and his brother visited us at our home for a weekend. By this time my
mother had remarried and moved into the country about 80 miles from my
cousins. The place had a large pond on it - so my cousins came to fish and
swim. By this time I was 20 and Billy was 15. I told both of them to go to
my room to change so they could go swimming. I was already in swim
trunks. After a couple of hours I went back to my room to change. My plan
was to be in my room when the two brothers came back to get dressed. I was
lying on one of the twin beds reading when they came in. They had towels
and started to strip down. Joe had his back to his brother and his left
side to me. I could see and appreciate his big cut peter and large bull
balls. By the age of 20 he had gotten fairly hairy on his chest and his
pubes were a real forest. He dried himself quickly, dressed and left to go
fishing.

Billy was by this time naked and facing me while he dried off. I was
pleased and excited to see that except for his pubes and little patches
under his arms, he had remained smooth except for a fine dusting of brown
hair on his legs. He seemed to be in no hurry to get dressed and was almost
fondling his peter and balls with the towel as he went through the motions
of drying off.. It was almost as if he were trying to seduce me into
playing with him again. I knew that there was no opportunity then, but
asked if he were getting any "exercise". He replied, "Not much".

By this time his peter was about half hard, curving out and down rather
than just resting against his balls. The foreskin still had his glans
covered except for a dime-sized opening so his peehole could peek
out. Finally he finished dressing and left.

That evening when sleeping arrangements were being made I casually
suggested that he could share my room - there were twin beds. Finally it
was time to go to bed - the clock seemed never to move. Once inside my
bedroom, I closed the door and we stripped down to our briefs. He wasn't
ready for lights out and asked for something to read. Quickly I got out a
couple of hot (for those days) paperbacks and showed him the "good"
parts. He read for a while lying on his back. I was "reading" also but
keeping tabs on his crotch. The already substantial bulge got bigger.  Then
he turned over on his stomach and slipped his hand under himself to adjust
his genitals and continued to read. Finally, since my hardon was begging
for some action, I said in a low voice, "Are you ready for the exercise?"
Grinning, he turned over on his back to show his stiff peter was just like
mine - making a tent in the front of his briefs. He whispered, "Who goes
first?" and I pointed at him. He stood up and I stripped down his jockeys,
catching his peter with the elastic. Quickly,

his peter snapped up against his belly. I grabbed it and started to pump.
His glans was at once wet with precum and some even wet my fingers.  After
about two minutes he started to breathe heavily, I whispered, "How close
are you to cumming?" In a strained voice he answered, "I'm almost there." I
grabbed my towel off the chair back and held it under his glans. Almost at
once I felt his peter start to throb and the thick white milk rolled out on
the towel and over my fingers.

After he caught his breath, he whispered, "Now you." I stretched out on the
edge of the bed and he pulled down my underpants. I had arranged to keep my
t-shirt pulled down to the base of my peter since I had shaved only a few
days before. Unlike his brother, Billy had never seen me shaved

so I didn't want to shock him at that critical point. He started pumping me
with long strokes so his hand hit my balls on the down stroke. I was also
quite excited, both by the feel of his soft warm hand masturbating me and
from the fact that we were doing this with others sleeping on the same
floor.  Then it was my turn to start panting. I felt the big tickle start
in my belly. I was too close even to speak, so I frantically pointed at the
towel.  Without missing a stroke on my peter with his right hand, he
positioned the towel with his left hand so it covered my pee hole.
Obviously, he had still remembered how far my cum shot. The thought that my
peter was covered with a towel already wet with his cum really excited me,
and I went over the edge into my orgasm. He kept up a fast stroke
throughout so that my legs were quivering with each cum squirt. When the
last pleasurable sensations were over, he gently squeezed down the last
drops of cum from my urethra to be soaked up in the already damp towel.
Milked dry and delightfully relaxed, we both went quickly to sleep.

The next day my cousins departed for home. I didn't have another
opportunity for sex play with either cousin, but for about a week I jerked
off sucking on the places where Billy's thick cum spots had dried on that
towel.

The end.