Date: Sun, 24 Nov 2013 17:42:01 -0500 From: aj williams Subject: Please Don't Get Up Keep this site going, if you like the story below please don't forget to donate. The following is a work of fiction, if you can't enjoy a simple fantasy and have a jerk without trying to act it out, read no further. Same goes if you're underage, or it's otherwise not lawful for you to do so. For r the rest of you, enjoy! Please Don't Get Up Me and little cousin Ryan were romping around in the living room like always. I was 17 now and Ryan only 10. He was small and cute and I loved to wrestle around with him. Lots of groping and struggling and "oops, did I put my hand...THERE?" I always got supper hard while doing this. At 17 I had no trouble pinning the little guy that I outweighed by quite a bit. I always finished by sitting on top of him and showing him how weak he was that I could just sit on him and there was nothing he could do about it. It was all in fun, but it gave me a massive boner! "Ha you loose again little shrimp!" I exclaimed, sitting on top of him as we both laughed. "One day I'll pin ya!" He said with his beautiful little boy smile. I laughed. Ryan was small even for his age, I never saw him catching up to me even as an adult. I didn't want to hurt his feelings so I smiled back at him. I started to get off like normal, but as I did so the smile drained from his face. "Stay there...." He whispered. "Huh?" "...I don't want you to get off yet." He continued. "Why not?" I asked. "You'll make fun of me." He said looking over to his side. "No I won't buddy, you know I like to tease you, but if I won't make fun if it's really gonna hurt your feelings. You know that." I said starting down at my helpless little cousin. He looked around and looked scared, as if he was about to cry. I could see the hesitation, the struggle going on in his mind. He wanted to tell me be he was afraid. Slowly, he looked to me and struggled to make the words come out. "I...I like when you sit on me." He whispered. I was stunned. I suddenly felt the wind go out of me, I felt light, almost empty, but in a good way. I looked down at him. His beautiful little boy face, his deep blue eyes, his prefect little mop of golden hair, his small shirtless tan body. He never looked so vulnerable to me. "Ya...you....like me sitting on you like this?" I whispered. He didn't answer. He just closed his eyes and silently nodded. There was silence as I sat there on top of him. I enjoyed this feeling too. I wanted to stay there and enjoy the feeling of his little body, but I always felt like if I lingered too long he'd somehow suspect this was more than just play. "Yeah...don't know why...just feels good." He whispered. "Well....I like sitting on you too." I whispered. "I feel strong!" "For me...I feel safe...it's weird cause it kind hurts, and I can't breath as good." He said. "Nah....I know what you mean little guy, my dad used to pin me down and tickled me till I pissed myself! I felt so helpless but safe at the same time.....like he proved he was strong enough to protect me by making me feel helpless." Ryan's eyes widened and I could practically see the lights going on. "That's it! That's how I feel!" He shouted. "But doesn't that make me a wuss?" He asked. "No, I think we all need to feel like that sometimes. And I love doing this with you, makes me feel special you trust me like this." I said. Ryan smiled at me in a content almost drunk way. He was loving this! Without thinking I pulled his arm up above his head and held them there. Just looking at his beautiful little shirtless body. He didn't try to stop me, he just let me play. His eyes were closed, little half smile on his face. I couldn't help myself any more. I leaned in and kissed him. He jerked away from me, and popped his eyes open at me staring at me in shock. He didn't move or speak, he just stared at me. At this point I'd already made a move so I just went in again. There was no resistance, no shocked jerking back, he just let my lips touch his. I began to try and part his lips with my tongue. Don't think he knew what I was trying to do at first, but he got the hint after a minute and let me in. I kissed him deep, loving and passionate, like a long lost lover. As I broke the kiss and sat back, his eyes opened and he stared again at me sitting on top of him again. "Are....are we gay?" He whispered. "I am!" I said without hesitation. "I think I am too..." He whispered. "Am I moving too fast?" I asked. "No... I like this!" He said closing his eyes again! That was it! I couldn't stand it anymore! I whipped out my cock! His eyes opened and he stared at it wide eyed. "Ever seen one before?" I asked "Just in the boys room and my own." He replied. "Ever touch one?" I asked. "No." "Do you want to touch mine?" I asked. Without hesitation Ryan reached out and touched the tip as if it were esterified, then slowly he put more and more of his finger on it, then wrapped his little hand around. His skin was live velvet. The sensation it made on my dick was amazing, almost like getting a dry blow job...a good one! I reached back and found his little crotch and played with his little boner through the loose shorts he wore around the house. He sighed with pleasure in his sweet little boy breath. I grabbed his balls and gave them a little squeeze, just to remind him I was in charge, I was the strong one! He gasped, but didn't tell me to stop so I squeezed a little harder, he began to pant and cry out a little. Sweet sounding to my ears, even at that age. I couldn't let go and I felt my balls bubbling with cum. I moved his hand away and started stroke with furry, the feeling bubbled up from my butthole up the line into my balls and then finally spewing froth in a gusher of cum that streaked across his sweet little face and body. I screamed in ecstasy before collapsing on top of my little captor. That's when I noticed my had was wet. I looked down and Ryan's shorts were soaked. I looked back to him confused. "I...I can't make the white stuff yet, but it feels so good I just relax my body and I end up pissing...I'm sorry!" He said. I laughed. "I think it's kinda hot!" I whispered. He smiled and we lay there a few moments embracing in our funk before hoping in the shower...if only we'd remembered to lock the door.... I'll never forget the look on uncle David's face...but that's another story. END Feedback welcome e-mail or skype me @ gaycartoonkid@hotmail.com