Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2017 15:26:09 -0600
From: Bart Dixon <bartbartbartman60@gmail.com>
Subject: Ten Boy Cousins, part 5

Ten Boy Cousins. Part 5

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Stormy was always special to me.  It went back to when he was still in
diapers.  There was some sort of attraction between us.  I thought he was a
cute baby, and then thought he was the cutest kid ever.  When he was
little, he would come to me and make me hold him.  I wasn't all that big
myself.  There is a video showing me reading to him.  I didn't know how to
read but I knew the story well enough to act like a daddy and read him the
story.   As we got older, that relationship just kept growing.

I thought Stormy's looks were just fantastic.  He had dark hair and dark
eyes.   His facial features were soft and delicate.  I loved looking at him
when he was relaxed and just sitting back, I loved his face when he wasn't
smiling.  Sometimes, his smile looked forced, like he was doing it for the
school photographer on picture day.  I still like that.  When he would
smile big, when he just couldn't help but smile, he looked wonderful.  I
don't think I could keep from smiling when he did.

Each time we would get together for the holidays, Stormy and I would end up
pulling out sleeping bags away from the other.  It gave us some privacy to
talk and spend some special time together.   It was a time that we could
both unload about things going on in our lives, good and bad.  And we would
offer each other advice about it.  That winter, we pulled a mat and our
sleeping bags about as far away from the others as we could get.  It was
normally cold right there and it was even worse with the snow storm hitting
the area.  We had the bags close to each other and we jumped down into them
in just our underwear.  We eventually warmed up but our noses were still
cold.   It had been a great year for both of us and our stories told that.  I
was feeling warm and comfortable and just loved being there with Stormy.

As the night wore on, there was just a murmur of a couple of other boys
talking and even some snoring.  Stormy and I continued to talk.  As our
discussion circled back to school, Stormy brought up PE, and the locker
room, and showers in the locker room, and boys in the showers, and how the
boys looked in the showers.  I smiled because it was the first time in the
conversation that we went that way and I was interested in how it was going.
Now, I had noticed that during the Naked Thing the night before that Stormy
was the only one of us that still looked like a little boy.  Everybody else
had shoulders that had broadened, grown taller, and had pubes.  Stormy
wasn't the youngest among us but he looked like he was.

By the way, the Naked Thing that year was a little tame.  We had tried to
do it outside again.  The sloping driveway was completely iced up.  It
seemed like a good idea to slide on our naked butts down the driveway.  It
took only two of us to try it before we realized that it wasn't a good idea.
I did go second, and last.   So, we ended up going back inside the studio.  We
were back in there before the moms could even get up and get outside to
start yelling at us.  Granma had brought in a bunch of foam pieces in nets.
Her gymnasts could run and do their flips and land in the foam and not
worry about landing properly.  We had just about worn them out while
clothed but now, flying and flipping in the air while naked was another
level higher.  We were all amazed at how dicks and sacks flew around when
the boys were in the air.  I was very aware that all the other boys had
pubes.  I had up close and personal views of some but now all but Stormy
had pubes.

 As we were talking about how boys looked, he asked me if he could see them.
I wasn't sure who he was talking about.  He repeated that he wanted to "see
them, your dick hairs".  I laughed a little and said sure, he could see
them but that he had already seen them.  He agreed but said he hadn't seen
them close up.  I had to agree.   We unzipped our sleeping bags, he turned
on the flashlight, I pulled the front of my underwear down and he started
his inspection.   He quickly grabbed a pinch of underwear and pulled down
until my dick popped free.  With his head under the sleeping bag, I
couldn't completely hear what he was saying but it sounded like he was
purring.   Then his head popped out.  He said it really smelled bad down
there, and then quickly ducked his head back in and took another sniff.  When
he came back up, he asked if he could touch them.  With my dick starting to
do the thinking, I suggested that we unzip and make a double sleeping bag,
one underneath and one on top.  OMG! It was cold as we were doing that.  I
also left my underwear below my balls instead of pulling them back up.  It
just made it easier to pull them completely off when we got back in.

As Stormy started feeling and pulling my pubes, my dick really started to
get hard.  I told him to look out because I was boning up.  He just said
cool and took that as an invitation to touch my boner.  He soft delicate
fingers gently touched my boner but it felt like a bolt of lightning had
just hit me there.  I jerked a little but it didn't stop him at all.  I was
really enjoying that.  He put down the flashlight so that he could use both
hands and still see.  Stormy felt all along my dick, pulled on my pubes,
ran his fingers through them.  And he pinched the head of my dick so he
could see down my pee hole.  I was almost disappointed when he let go of my
dick but I jerked again when he gently lifted my balls.  He said he didn't
know that I had hair on my balls too.  He liked those!  He picked up the
flashlight and was doing a nice examination.  He pushed on my leg to make
me lift it up.  He continued to look and feel around.  He looked and felt
my balls.  Squeezing my balls, pulling my sack, tickling his fingers with
the wispy hairs on my sack and grabbing big handfuls of my balls while I
completely enjoyed it all.  The examination was very thorough and I was no
stranger to doctor's exams at that time.

Stormy's head was laying on my inner thigh as he got close to take a good
look.  I started to feel a little uncomfortable when he moved his interest
to my butthole.  That was a sensitive area for me. The thing that bothered
me was the butthole hairs that had grown in.  For me, they caused me to
have to actually change underwear when they got dirty.  Stormy was funny
when he was so surprised that pubes grew around buttholes!   I was jumping
and jerking a lot while he was playing back there and it was a little too
intense for me and I got him to move back to my balls and dick.

He played all around with my junk and I was enjoying it.  Then he asked if
I had just cum.  I told him no but he pulled his hand up to my face and I
could see a thick viscous liquid bridge between his finger and thumb.  He
told me there was even more.  I had no idea.  I had never seen precum and
never even heard that was a thing.   We talked a little about it as Stormy
found out how to milk even more out of me.  While we were both intrigued by
the precum, he asked me if I would make real cum so that he could see it.  I
told him to go ahead.  He had no idea what I meant by "go ahead".

The next few minutes, I spent time showing him how to jack me off.  We
worked on how to grip a boner.  I was normally a two finger jacker then,
using just two fingers and my thumb to stroke my boner.  We both preferred
it when he used his entire hand to wrap around my boner and stroke me.  His
delicate small hand felt so different than my own.  He kept saying that my
dick was so huge, it wasn't.  After he mastered the grip, we worked on the
stroke.  It started with the worst handjob ever, he had no rhythm!  But he
was learning quickly.  With the way he was giggling, I was sure that he was
enjoying it as much as I was.   I was getting close but then he would use
his other hand and play with my balls.  That would bring me back down a
little.  And he would ask things about whether that would make cum or what.
I told him to just keep going.  I was getting so close that I couldn't
really talk but I squeaked a little when I said I was going to shoot.  And
I let loose just as he asked, "shoot what?".   Cum got on his hand and he
pulled back.  I couldn't just hang there like that and I grabbed my own
boner and finished the stroking.  With cum on my belly and on my sleeping
bag, I showed Stormy that it was ok to touch it.  I helped him move his
hand so that he could put his finger in the puddles of cum.   Soon, he was
really appreciating what cum was.

I lay there in post orgasm bliss and just about to fall asleep as he played
away.  Stormy got talking more, asking questions about how it felt and how
many times I could do that and on and on.  And he complained that he didn't
even have pubes and that it was so unfair when all his cousins had them
first.  As I was able to move again, I offered to take look to see if he
had hope of pubes anytime soon.   We moved around, I felt the wet spots in
the sleeping bags where my cum had soaked in.  I grabbed the flashlight
while Stormy pulled his underwear down and off.  With my head inside the
bags, I could smell that bad smell that he had talked about earlier.  I
think I enjoyed it as much as he did.  The light was right on his boner.  It
was still thin, probably about 4 inches.  It couldn't even stay still, it
pulsed with each heartbeat.  He giggled as I touched it.  Under the soft
skin was a rod that felt like solid steel.  I tapped on it and said
something about it being so hard.  He laughed and I could tell he was proud
that I liked his little boner.  Then I looked for pubes.  Sure enough, I
found hair.  Very wispy, very fine, but they were there.  They were as
blonde as could be which didn't match the rest of his hair.  They were long
enough that I could grab them and pull on them.  Stormy could feel that!  I
told them that they were pubes in the making!

I had been looking so closely that I didn't even realize that his dick head
was touching my lips.  I didn't move back, I just thought that it was
amazing that I had my lips on a dick.  I moved my lips and took just the
head of his dick into my mouth.  At that point, Stormy called my name.  I
could tell I had gone just a little too far.  I told him I was sorry but he
told it was fine.   I then quickly asked him if he was sure he couldn't
make cum.  He said he was pretty sure he couldn't but since he had some
pubes already, he may be able to make some cum.  He was willing to give it
a try, especially if I was willing to do the work.

I was horrible at stroking another dick, at least if it wasn't lined up so
that I could jack in my normal position.  I got Stormy in a good position
in front of me.  We moved around and fought a little bit as to where my
boner should go.  He sure didn't like it when it was pushing on his
butthole, I thought that felt pretty good.  Pointing up and sliding into
his butt crack wasn't bad for me but we settled on letting my boner go
between his legs but low enough to not hit his hole.  I play with his dick
and then his balls.  I thought his balls were big enough to make cum.  His
sack wasn't that big and it made his balls look smaller but when I felt
them, they felt bigger.   What I really liked right then was the feeling of
Stormy in my arms.  His back was pressed up against me and I felt all his
warmth.  I did let my hands move up and down him.  He was so soft and warm
all over.  It made his boner feel so much harder.

There wasn't enough boner for me to use my normal two fingers wrapped
around but I could use two open fingers and my thumb.  I started stroking
but would stop to play a little bit.  His dick head was a round one, he was
cut like every one of us.  It tickled him when I put a finger on his pee
hole.  I would use my pinkie finger to hook his sack every few strokes.  I
could feel his heartbeat against my chest.  And his breathing got faster.  I
was twitching my own dick and I felt like I could cum soon again.

Then Stormy told me to quit. He sounded a little desperate.  He said he was
about to pee.  I did stop but I told him that was a good thing.  That it
wasn't pee he was feeling.  He wasn't completely convinced but after a
minute or so, he let me keep going.  After just a little bit, his breathing
was where I knew he was going to start shooting.  He grabbed my hand and
held it still.  He was sure he was going to pee.  I convinced him once
again that it would be all right and that if it was pee, I would completely
clean it up.   A few more strokes,  a low little growl, and legs that
stiffened, and then three quick shots, than another and another!  It wasn't
a huge amount of cum but it was definitely cum!   Immediately, Stormy was
so sensitive that I couldn't even touch his dick.  I found his cum and felt
it.  It was wet, hot, and slick.  I scooped up a little and I put it on the
back of Stormy's hand.   He was slightly grossed out but he had to look at
it.  And I scooped up a little more and pulled my hand out from the bag.  It
was wet, about all I could tell you but it was great.

We laid there for awhile.  I was humping a little, just enjoying the
feeling of our bodies together.   I know we both fell asleep.  We woke up
later when another boy knocked something over after peeing (actually, we
learned there was more to that story later).  Stormy was clearly affected
by the fact that he could make cum.  We talked about that for awhile longer.
When he flipped over to face me, we snuggled in and I felt our dicks come
together, he felt my pubes rub up against where his were growing in and he
said it felt great.  I laughed a little.  I also smelled the scent waft out
of the sleeping bags and it was the strongest smell of cum ever.

We slept like that, face to face until late in the morning.  Breakfast had
already been served in the studio with us sleeping not too far from
everybody.  If somebody had come to look at us, they would have seen all of
our clothes, including underwear, on the outside of the sleeping bags.  We
didn't know if anyone checked but nobody ever said anything.  We did
scramble to the shower, and enjoyed helping each other get clean.

Still jumping around, telling the story as it comes to me.    Let me know
what you think  *bartbartbartman60@gmail.com*

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