Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2004 21:35:21 -0500
From: Mark Writer <markwriter629@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Jock Cousin's Apartment - Part 1

This story includes homosexual content. If it is illegal for you
to read such material or if such material offends you, read no
further.  The characters and events in this story are fictitious.
Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental
and not intended by the author.

My Jock Cousin's Apartment - Part 1

By: Mark Writer (markwriter629@hotmail.com)

I stared out the living room window watching for Cindy and Bob,
my aunt and uncle. They were real nice. I liked them and my
cousin, Drew. Drew and I had a lot of fun last summer when he
stayed with us while Cindy and Bob went on a vacation. We camped
for three days out by Grandpa's pond and did a lot of skinny-
dipping and other fun guy things that Drew taught me. We got to
really like one another, and I hated for him to leave. But, I was
still uneasy about going to live with them.

It had been nearly three months since my parents were killed in a
four-car accident. I'd lived with my grandparents since the
accident. Like most grandparents, they loved me and spoiled me.
But, they were close to seventy years old and not use to having a
teenager around. So, Cindy and Bob convinced them that I should
come and live with them and Drew after school was out.

I was already nervous about starting high school. Now it would be
in a new town with kids that I didn't even know. Drew said I
would like their school and the kids there were cool. He told me
he would introduce me to his friends this summer.

Drew was more of a jock type guy than me. He played a lot of
sports and probably had a lot of jock friends. Not that I had
anything against jocks. I just wasn't one. Oh, I skateboarded and
swam, but I wasn't into high school jock sports. Drew had that
jock build, too. He was a year older than me, fifteen, about six
feet tall, and muscular. He had short blonde hair and blue eyes.

I was no wimp; I just wasn't into that body building stuff. I was
5'9" and weighed 150 pounds. And, when I looked in the mirror, I
thought the swimming and skateboarding had toned my body up just
fine. I had spiked brown hair and brown eyes. And, I had recently
decided I was gay.

I told mom and dad I was gay about a week before their car wreck.
I had been scared to death about telling them. I practiced
telling them a thousand times. They had always been open and easy
to talk to about sex and stuff, so that made it a little easier.
When I told them, they didn't act shocked or yell at me. Dad said
he was proud of me for having the guts to tell them. Mom kissed
me and said she loved me and just wanted me to be happy. Dad said
if I was gay that's just how it was. We all hugged and cried. The
only other person I told was my best friend, Josh.

I felt both anxious and excited when I saw a car pull into my
grandparents' driveway and recognized Aunt Cindy in the passenger
seat. I watched as she and my uncle got out. Then I saw the back
door open and my cousin, Drew, climb out.

Drew was wearing loose-fitting basketball shorts that showed off
his tan, muscular legs and firm butt, and a sleeveless, white T-
shit that showcased his strong biceps and sculpted chest. As he
closed the car door, I spied a sexy tuft of golden hair under his
muscular left arm. I couldn't help but stare at my jock cousin's
magnificent, sexy body as he followed his parents to the door.

"They're here!" I yelled to my grandparents.

"Well, Mark, let them in," Grandpa said as he and Grandma came
into the living room.

I opened the door, and Aunt Cindy grabbed my face and kissed my
cheek the way aunts like to do. Uncle Bob and Drew slipped in
around us.

"Hi! You're right on time," Grandpa said, looking at his watch.

"Well, Gramps," Drew smiled. "You know Dad, always gotta be on
time."

They all laughed.

"I have some coffee and apple turnovers in the kitchen," Grandma
said.

We went into the kitchen, and Grandma served the coffee and
turnovers.

"Why don't you boys take yours into the living room and visit or
watch TV while we talk," Grandpa suggested.

While Drew and I sat on the couch and nibbled Gram's tasty
turnovers, Drew put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Mark,
it'll be cool having you at our house. I told you about having my
own place above the garage. Dad fixed it up real neat. It's like
an apartment. It'll be like we're almost on our own."

I looked at him and said, "Really? You'd share it with me?"

"Hell, yes! Dad and me just fixed up a bedroom there for you.
Mark, it'll be great! We'll be like roommates."

"Thanks, Drew," I said. "It sounds neat."

"Yeah, wait till you see it," Drew said. "Dude, it's real
private, too. Dad said teenagers need that. We can do what we
want and have fun like we did camping last summer. Mom and Dad
always phone or knock before they come in."

"Your folks are real cool, Drew."

"Yeah, I guess I'm lucky," Drew smiled.

A tear ran down my cheek. "My folks were cool too," I sobbed.

Drew rubbed my thigh. "They sure were." He smiled wickedly and
whispered, "They let us go camping by ourselves last summer. I'll
never forget all the fun we had skinny dippin' and jerkin' off
together in the tent."

I smiled at Drew. I remembered that camping trip all too well.
Every time I jacked off I thought about Drew and that summer.
That's when I began to decide I must be gay.

As we smiled at each other and Drew's hand caressed my thigh, I
thought about the things we did on that camping trip and felt a
tingle in my groin.

Drew brushed his hand across the bulge forming in my shorts and
pointed to the tent in his. He laughed, "Dude, the same thing
happens when I think about last summer."

Uncle Bob came into the room then and handed Drew his car keys.
"Help Mark put his things in the trunk and come tell Gram and
Gramps goodbye. We need to hit the road to stay on schedule."

We had soon said our goodbyes and started on the short trip.
During the drive, Drew and Bob told me about the garage
apartment. Drew talked some about school and his friends. And, we
stopped at a Ponderosa for lunch. Uncle Bob had allowed thirty
minutes for lunch and was annoyed when it took forty. But, we
still arrived at their house by two o'clock, right on schedule.

They all helped take my things up to the apartment. Drew rushed
in and showed me my bedroom.

"Dad and me just finished this room last week," Drew proudly
announced.

"Yes, and I just painted it yesterday," Aunt Cindy said. "I hope
you like the color. I'm afraid the new paint smell is still
rather strong."

I held back a tear, and my voice cracked. "It's fantastic," I
managed to say. "I never expected anything like this."

"Well, Mark, this is your home now," Uncle Bob said. "We were
more than happy to fix a room for you. We're glad to have you
here. If you want to change anything, feel free to."

"I wouldn't change a thing. It's just great."

"Well, you unpack and get settled," Aunt Cindy said. "Dinner will
be at six."

"Be on time, guys," Bob said as they left.

In a short time, Drew and I had my things put away, and Drew
said, "Come and see the rest of our apartment."

We went into the living room. It was a long rectangular room with
a couch and two recliners facing an entertainment center.

"WOW, entertainment center even! Awesome!" I said.

"Yeah, with CD, DVD and VHS players, and surround sound, too,"
Drew boasted. "Dad let me pick out the stuff. I had a budget,
though. You know how dad is about that."

A stairway to the garage was on one side of the room and an
outside entrance on the other. There were two bedrooms with a
bathroom in between along one wall. On the other side of the room
was a small, open kitchen with a snack bar and a dining area.
Patio doors from the dining area opened onto a deck above the
swimming pool.

"Damn, Drew! This is totally awesome," I said. "How did you talk
your dad into this?"

"I didn't have to. Dad had been talkin' about puttin' an
apartment up here to rent out when he retires. I said it would be
a cool place for me now and I could help him with the work. He
thought it would be a good dad-son project. We planned it and did
all the work except the plumbing and wiring."

Drew got us a couple of sodas, and we sat in the living room and
talked. After a few minutes, Drew looked serious and said, "Mark,
there's something I have to tell you." He paused and stared. "I
don't know how to do this but to just come right out and say it."
Drew hung his head as he quickly said, "Mark, I'm gay."

I walked over to the couch and sat next to him. I rubbed his
shoulder and said, "Guess what, Drew? I'm gay, too."

Drew sat up and looked wide-eyed at me. "You are?"

"Yes. After last summer, I'd get a boner whenever I thought about
you and the things we did. I got hard every time I'd see some
cute guy in the locker room, too. And when I'd jacked off I'd
picture you or my friend, Josh, never a girl. I finally decided
that I was gay and told Josh. He was real cool about it. He said
he was straight, but we could still be friends. We jacked off
together a few times, and then I talked Josh into letting me suck
him. Josh loved gettin' a blowjob, and I loved to suck his cock.
He let me give him a blowjob every chance we got. And, a few
months ago I finally got up the nerve to tell dad and mom that
I'm gay."

"You did? Wow! What did they say?"

"They didn't act shocked or anything. I guess maybe they already
suspected it. They said they still loved me and always would. Do
your parents know that you're gay?"

"Yeah. They're cool about it, too. Hell, they even gave me a book
about being a gay teenager."

"Drew, you sure have cool parents," I said. "So did I. Not all
gay guys are that lucky."

Drew put his arms around me and kissed my cheek. "I have a pretty
cool cousin, too," he said. He looked into my eyes lovingly.
"I've dreamed about you since last summer. I really have missed
you," he said in a soft voice.

I pressed my lips to Drew's in a warm kiss. Our lips parted, our
tongues touched, and we kissed a long passionate kiss. When our
kiss ended, I panted, "Drew, I missed you, too."

Drew pushed me onto the couch in another long, hard kiss. I was
overcome with excitement, feeling his strong body and warm, soft
lips against mine. As our bodies pressed together, my cock
stiffened and I felt Drew's press against my leg and harden as
well.

Drew broke our kiss, sat up and said, "Mark, I'm gonna love
havin' you here."

I looked into my cousin's sexy eyes. Drew smiled and pulled my
shirt over my head, then slowly removed his T-shirt. My heart
raced as my eyes feasted on his sexy, firm torso and gorgeous,
blonde pits. He leaned forward and pecked small kisses on my
neck, shoulder and chest. When I felt his soft lips and warm
tongue on my hardening nipples, my body was flooded with
unbelievable pleasure. The fantastic feelings continued to
increase as his moist tongue trailed down my stomach to my navel.

"Awww! Damn, Drew!" I whimpered as his tongue tickled my belly
button.

Drew quickly jumped up from the couch with a frightened look on
his face.

"I...I'm sorry, Mark," Drew stammered. "Did I do something wrong?
I didn't mean to push you into anything."

"Hell no, Drew! It felt awesome!"

I leaned forward and hungrily kissed and licked his hard six-pack
and navel. Drew moaned and ran his fingers through my hair.

"See what I mean, Drew? Feels damn good, huh?" I asked and kissed
and licked his firm abdomen again.

I smiled and pressed my hand on the growing bulge in his shorts.
I grasped the waistband and slowly slid his shorts and underwear
to his knees, unveiling a gorgeous, semi-hard, six-inch cock
surrounded by beautiful, curly, blonde pubic hair. I took hold of
his dick and felt it stiffen. I gently stroked it, and Drew
moaned in pleasure. I stopped stroking and pressed my lips to the
tip of its mushroom head.

Drew pulled me to my feet. "Wait, Mark, let's go to my bedroom
where we can be more comfortable," he said, kicking his shorts
off his feet.

Once in his room, Drew removed my shorts, lifted me in his strong
arms and dropped me on his bed. In seconds he was next to me in a
sixty-nine position, his hands caressing my stiff cock.

"Mmmmm, I see little Marky has grown some since last summer,"
Drew said with a smile. He ran his fingers through my small patch
of pubic hair. "Gettin' some damn nice pubes, too, dude."

I grasped his six-inch boner and said, "I'm not the only one
that's grown."

Suddenly I felt his moist tongue tickle my hairless balls. "Awww!
Yes, Drew!" I gasped loudly.

I scooted closer to Drew and licked his ball sack. I loved the
soft, warm feeling on my tongue, the salty taste and masculine
smell.

Drew was a year older than me and must have had more experience
at this than me. He seemed to know just what to do, and he did it
real well. So, I decided to follow his lead, and when I felt his
tongue lick up and down my shaft, I did the same to his.

As Drew took my cock into his mouth and slid his lips all the way
to my sparse pubic bush, my whole body tingled with pleasure. I
attempted it with Drew's cock, but it pressed against the back of
my throat, and I began to gag. I backed off and tried it again,
but I just couldn't take the whole thing. So, I licked and sucked
on the four inches that fit comfortably in my mouth and enjoyed
Drew's sweet pre-cum as it flowed onto my tongue.

Neither of us lasted long. In minutes I felt Drew's cock begin to
enlarge and pulse, and I knew he was about to shoot. Soon my
balls tightened and tingled as I prepared to unload as well. Drew
continued to lick and suck my hard dick, pushing me nearer and
nearer to eruption. My cock was so hard it hurt, and I just
couldn't hold back any longer. I exploded, and load after load of
warm cum spurted into his welcoming mouth. Almost immediately I
felt Drew's jock cock twitch and his warm seed flood my mouth. It
was thick and tasted a little salty, but I loved it. As more and
more sweet cum filled my mouth, I quickly swallowed, but I
couldn't swallow fast enough, and some dribbled from my lips.
Drew, however, managed to swallow every drop of my huge load.

In a short time our softening tools slipped from each other's
lips. Drew lay next to me, and we embraced. Our lips met in a
long, hard kiss, and our tongues explored each other's mouths.

Our pleasure was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the phone.
Drew frowned and answered it. "Yes, we'll be there in a few
minutes," he said.

Drew looked at the clock and jumped out of bed. "That was mom,"
he said. "Dinner's in fifteen. We better shower and get dressed."

We quickly showered, dressed and headed for dinner.

"I don't know if I can eat much," I joked. "That was a pretty big
appetizer I just had."

Drew laughed and kissed my cheek. "Yeah, so was the one I had and
damn tasty, too. I liked it a lot. Let's have some more for
dessert when we get back."

"MMMMM! Sounds fantastic," I said. "Would be a midnight snack,
too!"

"Sure, Mark, I could use a midnight snack."

When Drew and I entered the kitchen, Aunt Cindy was placing a
steaming casserole on the table, and the aroma of home cooking
filled the air.

"Hi, guys, have a seat," she greeted us. "Dinner's ready."

"Smells good, Aunt Cindy," I said.

"It sure does," Uncle Bob said as he entered the room. "It's her
famous beef casserole. It's one of my favorites."

When we were all seated, Cindy asked Bob to say grace.

"Our Heavenly Father, thank you for this fine meal and the one
who prepared it for us. And thank you for blessing our home with
a new family member. Cindy and I realize that we can never
replace his parents, but we pray that Mark will feel comfortable,
loved and happy in his new home. Amen."

"Let me have your plate, Mark," Uncle Bob said, and dished me up
a big serving of the casserole.

"Thank you," I said, "and for what you said in the prayer. You
are being so nice and making me feel real comfortable here."

"All unpacked?" Aunt Cindy asked.

"Yes," I said. "The room's great, and that apartment's really
awesome."

Bob smiled. "Good," he said. "I'm glad you like it. I know Drew's
happy with it."

"Sure am," Drew said and smiled at me. "And with my roommate, I
can't think of anyone I'd rather have as a roommate."

When we had finished the meal of salad, casserole, and chocolate
cake, Uncle Bob said, "Come into the family room with me, boys."

He sat in his recliner and said, "Have a seat on the couch,
fellows. Drew, did you talk with Mark like I suggested?"

"Yes, sir," he said. "Mark knows I'm gay."

"Mark, is Drew being gay going to make you uncomfortable sharing
the apartment with him?"

"No, sir, not at all," I said. "Uncle Bob, I...I'm gay, too."

"Yes, Mark, I know," he said, "but I didn't know how to approach
you about it, and then Drew agreed to tell you he was gay first.
Your father told me about you being gay the last time he
telephoned me. That was not long after Drew told us he was gay. I
know your folks were as accepting and supportive of you as we are
of Drew."

I nodded in agreement.

Uncle Bob continued, "I'm glad you don't mind being roommates
with Drew. I think you two sharing the apartment will be good.
Being a teenager can be tough. Being a gay teenager can only make
it tougher. The two of you can be support for one another. Of
course, Cindy and I will be here for both of you, too."

"Thanks, Uncle Bob," I said. "I was worried that you might not
want me when you found out I was gay."

"Thanks Dad," Drew said.

"Drew," Bob said, "will you share the book I gave you about being
a gay teenager with Mark. The clerk at the bookstore said that
was an excellent book for gay teens. I'm not familiar with the
gay lifestyle, but if there is ever anything you guys want to
talk to me about, please don't hesitate. If I don't know the
answers, I'll be glad to help you find them."

"Uncle Bob," I said, "You remind me of my dad. He was just like
you about me being gay. I can tell you're his brother."

"Thanks, Mark. That's a real complement."

Drew said, "Yeah, Dad, Mark and me were talking before supper
about what great parents we have and how a lot of gay guys aren't
as lucky as us."

"Thanks guys," he said. "I'll talk to you guys more later. Go and
get Mark settled in the apartment. And, Drew, tell him about that
gay student group you joined. I think Mark should join it, too."

To be continued

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