Date: Sun, 01 Aug 2004 17:00:24 -0500
From: Mark Writer <markwriter629@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Jock Cousin's Apartment - Part 4

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 4

By: Mark Writer (markwriter629@hotmail.com)

I was dreaming that Drew had my cock buried in his mouth while
Keith licked and sucked my butt hole when the ringing of a phone
ended my dream. I looked at the clock it was 7:10 a.m. I rolled
over and saw Drew rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"You gonna answer it?" I asked Drew.

"The phone's on the nightstand by you. You live here now. You
answer it."

"OK," I said. "I doubt if it's for me though."

"Hey, Mark," the caller said. "It's Keith."

"Hi, big brother," I said. "You know what time it is?"

"Yeah, time for you to get your cute, little, freshman butt out
of bed if you're goin' to swim practice. That's why I called."

"OK, Keith, my butt's out of bed. You really think it's cute?"

"Uh huh," Keith said. "Now get it in gear! I'll be there at
8:30."

"What did Keith want?" Drew asked.

"He called to tell me I have a cute butt...and make sure I was up
in time for swim practice."

"See, what I mean," Drew said. "He's being your big brother,
lookin' after you."

"Good thing he was," I said. "My other big brother was busy
snoring."

"Hey, bro, I don't snore! Just go get ready and let me get back
to sleep."

I grabbed clean boxers and headed for the bathroom to shower and
do my morning stuff. I was drying off when Drew stuck his head in
the door.

"Mark, we got cereal, Pop Tarts, Twinkies and shit like that for
breakfast, and I'm makin' coffee," he said. "You want some O J or
milk?"

"Orange juice sounds good," I said. "Thanks, Drew."

"Hey, just lookin' after my new bro."

I quickly dressed in shorts, T-shirt and sandals, put some towels
and my Speedo in a gym bag and went to join Drew for breakfast.
He was at the snack bar drinking a cup of coffee. All the
breakfast choices were lined up on the counter. I sat next to him
and grabbed a Twinkie and poured a glass of orange juice.

"You want some coffee?" Drew asked.

"No, O J is fine," I said. "I may have a bowl of Raisin Bran,
too. I'm not a big breakfast person." I patted Drew on the back.
"Thanks for thinkin' of breakfast, but you didn't have to get
up."

"Yeah, well don't expect me to fix it every morning."

I held up the Twinkie and studied it.

"This looks bigger than the one you gave me for dessert last
night," I said and bit into it. "It has sweeter cream in it,
too."

"Smart ass!" Drew said and punched my shoulder.

"Yeah, well, Keith says I have a cute ass," I said.

Drew poured a bowl of cereal and grabbed a banana from a fruit
bowl. He held up the banana.

"This banana is a hell of a lot bigger than the one you gave me
for dessert," he said.

"Yeah, it's bigger than either one of ours," I said. "But it's
not as big as Keith's banana."

The doorbell interrupted our joking. I answered the door and
welcomed Keith.

As he came in Drew said, "Hey, Keith! We were just talkin' about
you. Mark was comparing you to a banana."

"Huh?" Keith asked.

"Never mind," I said picking up my gym bag. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah, I thought if we get there early, we can talk to the coach
about you joining the team."

On the way to the city pool Keith ask about my swimming. I told
him I swam freestyle and breaststroke and about my team record.
Keith said he was a backstroke and freestyle swimmer.

"Damn! You set a team breaststroke record!" Keith exclaimed.
"What was your time?"

"Yeah, for my age group 13 to 14," I said. "It was 1.14."

"We gotta have you on our team," he said. "My best time for the
backstroke is 1.12. The team record is 1.08. I'm planning to
break it."

"What are the other guys on the team like?" I asked.

"Their OK. Good swimmers, most are on the school team, too."

"Uh, are any of them, uh, gay?"

Keith grinned, "I thought that's what you meant." He laughed,
"Yeah, I'm gay. And, I know for sure Matt is. I think a couple of
others might be."

"Well, you know, I'm new in town," I said. "I'd just like to know
who the other gay guys are."

"Lookin' for someone to hook up with?"

"Well yeah, I'd like to have a boyfriend," I said. "You don't
have one, do you?"

"No, I don't have a steady boyfriend," he said. "Hey, hold on!
You're my almost little bro!"

I giggled. "I know, Keith. What about you and Drew? You're almost
like boyfriends."

"Like we told you, we're like brothers. Yeah, we play around like
we did last night. But, I think we're too much like brothers to
be boyfriends. You get what I mean?"

We pulled into a parking space at the Weldon Public Recreation
Center. The large, modern building impressed me.

"Wow! This place is really big," I said.

"Yeah, they have all kinds of stuff here: indoor pool, fitness
center, indoor track, aerobic classes and shit like that."

Keith led me down a hallway to the huge indoor pool. He
introduced me to Coach Martin and told him I had just moved here
and wanted to be on the swim team.

"Mark was on the city team at Stanton," Keith said. "He holds the
team record for the breaststroke, 1.14."

Coach Martin said, "OK! Glad to have you, Mark. You practice with
us this morning. Then I'll get the forms for you to fill out and
have your folks sign."

Practice was fun and went well. My times were pretty good. Only
1.28 for the breaststroke, but I hadn't swam in over two weeks.
Coach said I could compete in the next swim meet if I got the
forms signed and came to all the practices.

During practice I met most of the team members. They welcomed me
to the team and showed me around. They sure looked good in their
Speedos, too, just like Drew said they would. One hot swimmer,
Jason Walters, kept my full attention. He was a sophomore, just a
little taller than me, with blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, a
well-toned body, and filled a Speedo well, too.

On the way home, Keith asked me if my gaydar had picked out the
two guys he thought might be gay. I told him my gaydar wasn't too
good, and I didn't have a clue.

"I saw you eyeballing Jason," Keith said. "Did your gaydar pick
up anything from him?"

"No, but I sure would like to get to know him. Was I that
obvious?"

"Was to me, but I don't think anybody else noticed. You might
have a chance with Jason, though. My gaydar isn't perfect, but I
think he might be your type."

When we got to the apartment, I invited Keith in for a soda. Drew
was in the living room working out on his weight bench.

"How was swim practice?" Drew asked as he got up and walked over
to us.

"Good," I said, "Coach Martin said I could swim in next week's
swim meet."

Drew slapped my butt. "Good for you, Mark," he said and then
patted Keith's back.

"Thanks for helpin' him get on the team, bud."

"No big deal," he said. "Mark's a damn good swimmer."

I went into the kitchen and asked, "Drew, is it OK if me and
Keith have a soda?"

"Damn it, Mark, this is your apartment. You don't have to ask.
Bring me a bottle of water."

"Mark already has a crush on one of the guys on the team," I
heard Keith say.

"That was fast," Drew said. "Who is the lucky dude?"

"You might know him," Keith said. "He's a sophomore, Jason
Walters."

"Yeah, I know Jason. He lives just a block from here."

I handed out drinks. Drew took his bottle of water and said, "So,
you liked the look of those hunks in tight swimsuits. Already got
the hots for one, huh?"

I felt myself blush. "I guess I do. You know Jason?" I asked.

"Uh huh, I've known him a long time. We used to play together
when we were kids. He doesn't live far from here."

We finished our drinks, and Keith left to get ready for work at
McDonald's.

I sat on the couch and leaned my head against Drew's shoulder. I
could smell the manly aroma from his morning workout.

"Mmmm, you smell good," I said.

"Smart ass! I know I need a shower. I just got back from my run,
and I've been bench-pressing. I'm all sweaty and stink."

"No, I said you smell good."

I lifted his arm, pressed my nose into his armpit and inhaled. "I
love the way you smell after a workout," I said and ran my tongue
through the soft hair. "Mmmm, I love the salty taste, too."

"Awww, Mark, that feels good," Drew moaned and kissed the top of
my head.

I raised my head and kissed his neck then licked my way to his
other armpit. He raised his arm, and I sniffed and licked,
enjoying my jock cousin's masculine scent and flavor. I trailed
my tongue down his firm chest and abs, stopping to lick and probe
his belly button and savor its manly taste.

Drew giggled and said. "Oh, man, that's fantastic! You sure know
how to use your tongue."

I slid off the couch and pressed my face into his warm crotch.
Its sexy scent was overpowering. I nuzzled my nose into his
crotch, inhaled deeply and licked and mouthed his balls through
his loose gym shorts. I tugged at the legs, Drew raised his hips,
and I slipped them to his ankles. He wore a stained jockstrap
under his shorts. Drew moaned and held my head as my tongue
traced his firm manhood. I licked each side of the bulging pouch
and kissed the inside of his muscular thighs.

I smiled up at Drew and lifted his legs onto my shoulders,
exposing his muscular butt cheeks and opening the valley between
them. Tantalized by the strong, earthly scent that filled my
nostrils, I hooked my thumbs in his jock's hip straps and pressed
my mouth between his spread cheeks.

"Oh, yes!" Drew cried. "Eat my ass!"

"Mmmmm, yummy," I said as I flicked my tongue up and down his
crack, savoring its taste and scent.

"God, that feels awesome," Drew moaned.

I fluttered my tongue around his puckered love hole and pressed
into it. As the hole slowly opened allowing my tongue to slip
deeper and deeper inside, I experienced for the first time the
pleasure of Drew's warm, smooth love canal and its salty, yet
sweet, flavor.

"Oh, yeah!" Drew cried. "Rim my butt good, Mark. Tongue fuck me!"

Drew continued to whimper and moan, as my tongue pumped in and
out of his warm, moist hole. I eased my tongue from his love
canal and pressed my lips against its entrance. As I passionately
kissed the puckered opening, a thick, salty fluid oozed onto my
lips and tongue. It had a salty, musky flavor that reminded me of
cum.

I stared into Drew's face. "Is this somebody's cum leaking out of
your hole?"

He gave me a guilty look. "I...I...guess it is," he stammered. "I
thought I'd cleaned it all out."

"You let guys fuck you? Damn, you're way ahead of me in this gay
sex."

"Yeah, Phil Marsh and me came back here after our run this
morning, and I let him fuck me."

I licked some more cum from his crack and commented, "Well,
Phil's cum don't taste bad."

Drew agreed, "Yeah, I know. I've been givin' him blowjobs after
our morning runs for a while, but I've only let him fuck me a
couple of times."

"Keith probably fucks you, too, and you probably fuck him."

"Yes, Mark, we're best buddies and try stuff with each other.
Keith's a top and likes to fuck me, but he's got a monster cock
so I don't let him fuck me very often. He lets me fuck him some,
but he doesn't like to bottom much."

I fucked my finger in and out of Drew's hole.

"Damn!" I said. "I wish my bud, Josh, had been gay so we could've
tried stuff like you and Keith."

"Well, Mark, you've got me ready with all that rimming and
fingering. How would you like to try sticking your cock in there
now."

"Really, Drew, you'd let me."

"Hell yes, Mark. I'd love to be the first guy you fuck. You've
got me all horny and ready. Go for it."

I was so excited; I didn't know where to begin. I dropped my
pants and stroked my dick to make sure it was good and hard then
pointed it at his hole.

"Don't I need some lube?" I asked.

"No, we'll be fine," Drew said. "Phil's cum and your spit has me
lubed up. Just push on in."

I did as he said, aimed my hard cock at his hole and pushed, but
it wouldn't go in. I pushed a little harder and his pucker
opened. It felt amazing as the head of my cock entered his warm
hole.

"Now, Mark, push the rest in real slow," Drew instructed.

I pressed gently and watched as my cock slowly entered Drew. I
had never felt anything so fantastic. I thought I would cum from
the unbelievable feeling as his soft, hot, tunnel caressed my
cock.

Drew said, "OK, Mark, pull out until just the head is in, then
push back in."

It felt even better as I slid my dick in and out of his hot love
tunnel. I began to slide in and out faster, and Drew pushed his
hips back and forth with me. After just a few minutes, I felt my
balls tighten and knew I was about to shoot.

"Drew, I think I'm gonna cum."

"Push in all the way and let go," he said. "I want to feel you
cum inside me."

I felt warm cum surround my dick as my cock fired load after
load. My knees weakened, and I collapsed on top of Drew. He
kissed my lips and hugged me.

"Damn, Mark, you sure you never did that before?" he asked. "That
was some ass pounding you just gave me, bro."

"No, that was another first for me," I panted. "It was
unbelievably fantastic, Drew. I never ever felt anything like
that." I kissed him. "Thanks Drew. This is another first that I
won't forget."

"Well, dude, I'm proud to be part of it," Drew said.

"I'm glad you were, too."

"I think we both could use a shower now. Let's take a break and
clean up," Drew said. "Then I could use some lunch. I'll bet you
worked up an appetite, too."

"OK, let's take a break, but later I want to return this favor."

To be continued

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