Date: Sat, 14 Aug 2004 20:54:31 -0500
From: Mark Writer <markwriter629@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Jock Cousin's Apartment - Part 6

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.

Main characters:
Mark Mattingly  14, 5'9", brn, brn, 5"
Drew Mattingly  15, 6', bld, blue, 6"
Keith Phillips  16, 6'8", brn, brn, 9.75"
Jason Walters   15, 5'10", bld, blue, 5.5"

My Jock Cousin's Apartment - Part 6

By: Mark Writer (markwriter629@hotmail.com)

"Dudes, looks like we're havin' a party," Drew said as he put his
cell phone on the coffee table. "They're all invited, and they
all talked like they'd come. Mom would probably be pissed, but if
they asked I told them they could bring someone."

"Thanks bros," I said. "Tell me about who you invited."

Most of the guests were their jock friends, as I had expected.
Three, Phil Marsh, Jeff Gilmore and Tim Wasson, were seniors.
Phil was the guy Drew jogged with and gave blowjobs each morning.
Drew called him a closet gay, although he had never returned any
of the blowjobs. Jeff and Tim were openly gay boyfriends and in
the Gay Student Club. Matt Blair, a junior, was on our swim team
and also a Gay Student Club member. Keith said Matt was manager
of the football and basketball teams and took very good care of
the players needs. Basketball players Shawn Pillers and Dan
Morrow were also juniors. They were Keith's friends and
teammates, and both were very straight. Another straight guest
was Ray Prest, a sophomore wrestler and football player. Jake
Hess was a sophomore and his stepbrother, Will Calvert, was a
freshman. Jake was on the basketball team with Keith. Keith said
he thought they were both gay and probably fooled around with
each other. Then, of course, Jason Walters from the swim team was
invited.

Drew said, "Mark, I'm sorry we didn't invite more freshmen, but
we don't know any well enough to invite them."

"Hey, no problem," I said. "I get to meet your friends, and
that's the whole idea of the party."

"We did invite Jake's brother, Will," Keith said. "He's a
freshman, and my gaydar tells me he's gay."

"Yeah, and getting' it on with his stepbrother," I said.

"Well, I don't know that for sure, but they sure are mighty
friendly and touchy-feely with each other. My gaydar tells me
there's something there."

"Yeah, and I know how well your gaydar works," I joked.

Keith stuck up his middle finger and flashed it in my direction.

"Oh no!" I said. "Drew, did you see what he did? You're not gonna
let him get away with that are you?"

"Hell no!" Drew yelled and immediately pounced on Keith,
stretching his tall frame out on the couch and holding his arms
above his head. "Tickle him, Mark," he said.

I sat on Keith's legs and pulled his Mickey D's uniform shirt up
to his chin exposing his toned abs and firm chest. I grinned at
him and attacked, tickling his ribs with one hand and underarms
with the other.

Keith moaned and groaned trying to pretend he wasn't ticklish as
his body heaved and squirmed for a couple of minutes. Then tears
trickled from the corners of his eyes, and he burst into
laughter.

"I give! I give! Enough!" He giggled.

I stopped tickling. "OK, say it," I said.

"Alright! Say what?"

I smiled at Drew. "Tell him what to say, big bro."

Drew looked down at Keith and said, "Say, I respect you, little
brother, and I'll never flip you off again."

Keith looked in my eyes and repeated, "I respect you, little
brother, and I'll never flip you off again."

I attacked his armpits with both hands, tickling unmercifully.

"Damn it," Keith exclaimed between giggles, "I...said...it!"

I stopped and kissed him. "Yeah, and you called me little
brother," I said. "I'll forgive you, but don't let in happen
again."

Drew pulled off Keith's shirt and massaged his shoulders as he
explained, "Mark learned how much I hate people flippin' the bird
last night, and we agreed never to do that."

"I'll agree, too," Keith laughed and kissed my cheek. "Sorry,
bro."

"Good! I accept your apology," I said and unbuckled his belt.
"Now let me make up to you for all that tickling."

I lifted my butt and slid down his legs, pulling his pants to his
ankles. Then I slid onto the floor, untied and removed his size
15 trainers and pulled his pants over his huge feet. I inhaled
the masculine locker room aroma of his damp socks; the erotic
scent caused a tingling in my groin.

Keith sniffed his right armpit. "Sorry, dudes," he said. "I
haven't had a shower since work, and I'm all smelly. My feet
probably stink, too."

I rubbed my nose into the sole of his sock and said, "I like the
way they smell. Let me massage these tired dogs for you."

Caressing a foot in each hand, I massaged his arches and sniffed
his toes, inhaling deeply the strong, masculine scent of his big
jock feet.

Drew, still massaging Keith's neck and shoulders said, "He liked
the way I smelled after my run and workout this morning, too.
That sweaty smell really turns Mark on."

"Yeah, I can tell," Keith agreed. "Damn, I kinda like foot
massages. I've never had one before."

"Well, relax and enjoy it," I said. "Actually, it's the first one
I've ever done."

I sucked the toe of a sock into my mouth, tasting the salty
flavor of the warm, moist fabric. I gripped the end between my
teeth and slowly tugged the sock from his foot, then removed the
sock from his other foot in the same way.

I gently ran my hands over his gigantic, warm, moist feet and
admired their masculine beauty. His big toes were enormous and
thick, the top of each one adorned with a few dark hairs. His
other toes were long, slim and hairless. My fingers played with
the small patches of wiry, black hair on the top of each massive
foot then caressed and massaged his soft, high arches.

Keith giggled and moaned when I kissed the soles of his feet. I
slowly trailed my tongue from each foot's firm, muscular heel to
the tip of its big toe, enjoying each soles texture and salty
taste. He sighed and cooed when I sucked one of his big toes into
my mouth and tickled it with my tongue. I loved the way his toes
felt and tasted and had to have more. His sighs and gasps
continued as I proceeded to orally massage each of his delicious
jock toes, relishing their bittersweet flavor and manly scent.

I tickle his foot and asked, "Well, how'd you like it?"

"It felt really neat," Keith said. "Kind of weird at first, but
neat."

I heard Keith moan as Drew kneaded his pecs and tweaked his
nipples and watched as they gazed admiringly into one another's
eyes. They looked so romantic, I felt like an intruder.

Then, I noticed a large tent forming in Keith's boxer shorts.
Nodding at the mound I said to Drew, "Looks like the massage has
excited Keith's monster."

"Well, I guess the massage isn't over then," Drew replied,
reaching to rub the growing bulge. "It looks like this stiff
muscle could use some work, too."

"Yes, Drew," Keith agreed, thrusting his hips. "Don't forget to
massage my favorite muscle."

Excusing myself, I said, "Well, I'll head to my room, and leave
you dudes alone while Drew works on your favorite muscle for
you."

I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling, listening to the
pleasurable moans and groans drifting into my room as Drew
relieved Kieth's stiff muscle. Drew and Keith seemed like a
loving couple to me, at least more than just best friends, and I
didn't want to make waves in their relationship. I didn't want
them to think I was pushing myself on them, and I sure didn't
want to bust up their friendship. I decided that the best way to
avoid causing problems was to let them have more time alone
together, especially when they were having fun sex. A knock on my
door interrupted my thoughts.

"Yes," I said.

Keith and Drew came into my room and sat on my bed on opposite
sides of me.

Keith squeezed my thigh and said, "What happened, bro. Did my
stinky feet get to you?"

"No, I like your feet. They smell and taste really good. You said
it was weird, though."

"Is that why you quit playing with us? It was fun! I just said it
felt kind of weird at first," Keith corrected. "It turned me on,
and it looked like you had fun. You can massage my feet like that
anytime you want."

"That's not it." I whimpered. "I just thought maybe you and Drew
would like some time to play alone and decided to give you two
best buds some privacy."

Keith brushed a tear from my cheek. "What made you think we
wanted to be alone? I told you I was comin' over to play tonight.
I came to have fun with both my bros, Drew and you."

"Mark we're roommates and brothers," Drew said. "If one of us
wants privacy we'll just do what other roommates and brothers
do."

"What do they do? I've never been a roommate or a brother
before."

"Simple, Mark, they go to their room and close the door. If one
of us brings a boyfriend or someone home we want to be alone
with, we'll take them to our room. If your door is closed, I
won't bother you, and you can do the same for me. How's that?"

"Cool! That is simple."

Drew mussed my hair. "Bro, we should have talked about this
before. I want you to think of this as our apartment, yours and
mine. Our bedrooms will be our private rooms and the rest is for
both of us."

"Thanks, Drew," I said. "You're right, I should have talked to
you about it."

Keith jumped up and said, "Drew, we better get out of here.
Mark's door was closed. He probably wanted some privacy."

I laughed, "You don't have to leave. I'm alright now."

"I'm glad to hear it, but I still need to get home," Keith said
and turned to leave.

We followed Keith into the living room where he dressed and we
said our goodbyes.

"Mark, I'll pick you up for swim practice in the morning at eight-
thirty," Keith said as he left.

"Thanks, bro," I said. "I'll be ready."

Drew hugged me. "Mark, do you understand what I said? We share
this apartment. It's yours and mine. If one of us wants to be
alone with someone, we can take them to our room. But, you're
more than a roommate to me. I thank of you as my brother, and so
does Keith. Brothers share and do stuff together. You don't have
to leave when Keith is here."

"OK, I understand," I said, but I was still going to find a way
to give Drew and Keith more time alone.

The next morning when Keith and I got to the rec center Jason met
us in the parking lot.

"Hey, dudes," he greeted us.

"Hi, Jason," I said.

As we entered the building he said, "Mark, you're an awesome
swimmer. You sure ran off and left me yesterday."

"Thanks, Jason, you're a good swimmer, too."

"Not as good as you. You think you could give me some pointers.
All Coach does is tell us to practice, practice, practice. He's
no help."

Keith winked at me and gave me the thumbs up.

I grabbed my chance. "Sure, Jason, if you want. Let's hurry to
the pool, and we can work on it before practice starts."

I showed him the way my old coach taught me to cup my hands and
how to make quick turns like he taught us.

"My coach at Stanton was a college swimmer and set some records,"
I told Jason. "He said those were his secrets for swimming
faster."

"Thanks for the tips, Mark," Jason said.

"No problem. We're both on the same team," I said. "Try them
today and see if your time isn't better."

Jason's best breaststroke time for the day was 1:29, almost tying
my best time from the day before. My best time for the day was
1:20. We had both improved, and Jason was about to tie me. He was
real excited after practice.

"Wow! Your tips really helped," he said as we headed to the
changing room. "That was the fastest time I ever had."

"Glad it helped you," I said as we entered the shower.

I couldn't help but notice Jason checking me out as we showered
and dried. Of course, I was doing the same to him and caught a
quick glimpse of his equipment. It was uncut and looked about the
same size as mine.

"What else you like to do besides swim," Jason asked me as we
dressed.

"I like to skate," I said.

"You got rollerblades?"

"Yeah, do you rollerblade?" I asked.

"Almost everyday," he said. "You want to skate with me after
practice?"

"Sure. You mean now?"

"Well, we'll have to get our skates first. You think Keith would
give me a ride home?"

Keith was dressing right beside me. "He probably would," he
answered.

We got our rollerblades and skated to the park. Jason wore baggy
shorts and a t-shirt. I couldn't take my eyes off his strong, tan
legs and toned body as I followed him. His loose shorts slipped
lower and lower, as he skated, revealing more and more of his Joe
Boxers, and when he leaned forward I could see almost all of his
sexy, boxer-covered buns. By the time we stopped for a break I
was as hard as steel.

We got drinks from a fountain and splashed water on our heads and
faces. Jason led me to a nearby park bench, and we rested and
talked.

"Say, I saw you and your girlfriend at McDonald's yesterday," I
told Jason.

"You mean Cindy? She's not my girlfriend."

"Well, if she's not, it sure looked like she was hot for you.
Dude, I thought she was gonna blow you right there in that
booth."

"Yeah, she's always hot for dick," he said. "Don't tell anybody
you saw me with her. She's got a real slut rep, and I don't want
it to get around."

"OK," I said. "Who would I tell anyway? I just moved here."

"Just so you know, I didn't hit on her.  She sat down by me and
started hittin' on me."

"Did you get any from her?"

Jason turned red and said, "Well, I never turn down a blowjob.
Yeah, we went to her house and she sucked me off. Then the slut
told me she had to get ready to go out with some college guys, so
I better go. Bet she took good care of them. You know, she's
probably already sucked half the dicks in high school."

"Is she any good?" I asked.

"She was OK, but I don't want to talk about it. I'm kind of
ashamed about it. I hope she don't tell anybody."

"I won't tell anyone, and I'll tell Drew and Keith not to."

"Shit! They saw me, too. I didn't see you guys."

"Well, you were sorta distracted. They won't tell anyone."

Jason changed the subject and asked if I liked computer games. He
said he had a lot on his computer. I told him I played them a
lot, and he invited me to come home with him to play computer
games for a while.

We skated back to his house and went to his room. He had to go to
the bathroom. He said the computer was already on and to go ahead
and check out the games.

When I moved the mouse, a text document appeared on his computer
screen. It looked like his diary. I started to minimize it until
I read the first line. I was so excited, I had to read it all.

"Monday--June 14  I WANT MARK!! did bad @ practice...was watchin
new dude mark...hes 14-15 bout tall as me & total
awesome...spiked brown hair, tan buff bod, sexy eyes & big basket
:) i had boner all of practice (good i was in the pool lol)
thought i might be gay...now know i am. kept thinkin bout him all
day & what i want to do with him. slut Cindy Wilson made out with
me at mickeyds...put her hand in my lap & played with my dick
till i bout shot...then went to her house & she gave me bj...i'm
gay 4sure...i like matts bjs alot more...will try n buddy up with
mark & see what happens...hope hes gay or bi...love to get in his
speedos...mmmmmm."

I had just finished reading when I heard Jason yell, "OH SHIT!
You read that didn't you?"

I stood and reach for his shoulder.

"Don't hurt me," he pleaded. "I just wrote that for a joke."

I put my arms around him and pulled his face to mine. I pressed
my lips to his and kissed him.

When I broke our kiss I asked, "Do you still think I want to hurt
you for what you wrote?"

"No, Mark, and it was no joke. I think I'm falling in love with
you."

"I feel the same way," I said

Jason led me to his bed, gently pushed me onto it, fell on top of
me and kissed me. We kissed and rolled around on his bed for
several minutes, moaning and whispering our feelings for one
another. I couldn't believe Jason actually felt the same thing
for me. I wanted to make love to him, to give him more pleasure
than anyone ever had before.

I came up for air and grabbed Jason's t-shirt and pull over his
head, and he anxiously pulled mine off. I crawled on top of him
and pecked kisses on his cheek, neck and ears. Passionate heat
radiated between our smooth chests as they touched, and I could
feel Jason's hard cock press against mine.

Jason rubbed my head and neck as I ran my tongue across his
smooth chest to his left nipple. I enjoyed his warm flesh with
its salty taste of the sweat he had worked up skating. I licked
around his nipple and flicked it with my tongue. I felt it
hardened, and I kissed it and caressed it between my teeth. As
Jason moaned and ran his fingers through my hair, I continued
licking and kissing my way to his navel. I paused and licked and
probed his tight belly button with my tongue.

"Awww, Mark, nobody's ever done this to me before," Jason moaned.
"I love it."

I slid off the bed and licked and kissed around the band of his
boxers, savoring the taste and feel of his warm, soft flesh while
undoing his shorts. Jason raised his hips, and I pulled his
shorts and boxers off at once.

I gazed in awe at his stiff cock rising from a nest of golden
pubes. It was only a little longer than my five inches but a
whole lot thicker. Its loose foreskin partially covered the
shiny, red head.

"Take yours off, Mark," Jason said. "I want to see the treasure
I've been dreaming about."

I removed my pants, and my firm five-inch boner slapped against
my stomach. I swayed my hips and waved it back and forth and
Jason giggled.

"Mmmmmm, looks good," he said. "I can't wait to taste it."

"Oh, I promise you can taste it," I said. "Let me taste yours
first, though."

"OK, Mark, I won't turn down a blowjob, especially from you."

I crawled onto the bed between Jason's legs. I smiled, leaned
forward and licked up the length of his hard shaft and around the
mushroom head. I took his cock into my mouth as far as I could,
the head pressed against the back of my throat. Earnestly wanting
to please my new lover, I hungrily sucked his stiff rod. My
tongue licked the underside of his hard cock as my mouth pumped
up and down its length, pausing to suck and lick the sensitive
head, then sliding down to the base again. My diligent efforts
seemed to please Jason.

"Oh, Mark! Fuckin' fantastic, dude. Don't stop," he moaned as his
hands held my head. Then he shouted, "Mark! I'm gonna shoot!"

I paused, held the head of his dick in my mouth, and received my
first taste of Jason's sweet nectar. He pulled his cock from my
mouth and grinned as streams of cum continued to shoot onto my
face and chest.

Smiling and panting, Jason got a handful of tissues from a box on
his nightstand and cleaned my chest and face as he praised my
oral skills. Then he kissed me very passionately, his tongue
exploring my mouth. I decided he was definitely pleased, and I
was beyond pleased.

The whirl of the garage door raising caused Jason to freeze. "Oh
shit! Mom's home from work," he said in a panic. "Get dressed
fast!"

To be continued

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