Date: Sat, 15 Sep 2018 00:03:00 -0400 From: NC K Subject: The Bottle For Reference The following is a sort of true story. All of the elements of the story are mostly true, but combined into one amalgamation. This is a story about two underaged cousins so if this offends you, feel free to leave now. As always, Nifty has given all of us plenty of fantasies, so please donate to keep this amazing site up and running. Any complements, criticism, or other comments can be sent to theshyguy64@gmail.com. This is the only form of compensation we authors get and it definitely influences us to write more and more frequently. Anyway, with all that out of the way, sit back, relax, and enjoy ;) -------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a warm August night sitting in the back yard with my sister Lauren her friend Kristyn. Summer was ending soon so I was squeezing in every night I could relaxing by the pool, even if it meant listening to my sister's friends gossip about for a few hours. I was splashing about, jumping, and diving, loving the feeling of the cool water against my slim, smooth body. I overheard them start talking about boys, which immediately piqued my interest. I swam over to them and just casually floated around them, pretending to be uninterested. My sister was always a bit on the prudish side, but has had the same boyfriend for a few years at this point. Kristyn, on the other hand, was quite a bit more promiscuous so she had some fun stories to tell. "I'm telling you, it was the biggest I have ever seen!", Kristyn recounted. "It was at least very long, but it was also INCREDIBLY thick!" She showed Lauren the opening over her Arizona iced tea bottle. "It was so thick only the head would fit in this bottle!" "I hope that's not the same bottle!" My sister chuckled at her own joke. "Serously, I don't want to hear about Mike's 'thing' anymore" My sister making a twisted expression. Both Kristyn and I rolled our eyes at her refusal to use a 'bad' word. "Josh seems to be more interested in this than you are! You're not grossed out hearing about your cousin's cock?" The expression on my face must have given away all of my feelings, but it was mostly shock. I was also turned on just hearing about the size of the thing, but it was even more amazing hearing it was Mike's. I've had a crush on Mike for a little over a year now, even though he's my cousin. He would come over with his sister quite a bit to come swimming. He was much more muscular than i was and about 4 inches taller, but he was going into his senior year and I was only going to be a Sophomore, so he was 2 and a half years older than I was. Kristyn started poking fun at me, "Aww, a little jealous?" I blushed. "It's okay, you'll grow eventually. Even if you get to be half the size of his you'll have more than enough to please anyone you want!" She laughed and I went back to swimming and diving, trying to work off some of this frustration. After a while, we all went inside, them to my sister's room and me to my own room. I was thinking back to the story she was telling me about Mike's cock. I crept out of my room, sneaking about as to not get caught sneaking into the garbage. I look in and I found it, the same bottle Kristyn was referencing. I nab it from the garbage and quickly make my way back to my room. I have memories back to about 1st grade of my playing with myself. It wasn't anything sexual, but I have distinct memories then. In 5th grade I learned about the actual joys of jerking off, and since then it became (and still is!) a nightly routine for me. Growing up I always assumed I was growing up proportionally, which means slowly. I hit my growth spurt a few months after everyone else. My voice dropped about a year after everyone else's. I started growing body hair much later than everyone else and always had a much lankier frame than everyone else. Fortunately, all of my growth hit me at once so I didn't need to deal with a very long awkward phase. Over the course of about 8 months, I shot up to my final height of 5'10", haven't really grown more body hair than a full pube bush, a light happy trail, and fair underarm hair with no other body hair other than my arms and legs lightly. I noticed that my cock hadn't grown in about a year since a little after I turned 13 - it always fit my hands the same way. I grabbed my cock and slowly started to stroke myself. All I could think about was how big my cousin was and what it would feel like to play with something that huge. Very quickly, I feel about as hard as I have ever felt and my cock is throbbing in my hand. I reluctantly break my session and line my cock up with the bottle opening to see how I stack up to Mike. I push forward and I'm immediately surprised - the head won't fit in the opening. I just stare and my mouth hangs open. I grab my cock again and try to push it in again, but I turned myself on to such a point that I instantly shoot off into the bottle. I can't remember shooting so much before then. 5 hard shorts fire directly into the bottle, crashing against the bottom so hard you can hear a distinct echo. I'm shaking from the intensity of my orgasm and I'm paralyzed. Cum is leaking still out of my cock and I'm slowly milking myself of the rest. Without even thinking, letting my horniness take over, I instanly down my cum from the bottle, savoring the flavor mixed in with the overly sweet iced tea. I slowly shrank down to flaccid size and decided to check how I would compare while flaccid. Apparently pretty well as I still could not fit the head in. Needless to say, I was way more excited about my cock and going into 10th grade now that I had made this discovery. Maybe I could actually impress someone with my size and get a bit of a reputation. Needless to say, as is predicted with an anxious nerd, nothing exciting happened for quite a while. I barely had any friends and radiated towards my cousin. While he didn't have it as rough as I did, he didn't have too many friends either, even with a story like that circulating. We got very close over those months and kept talking more and more. Eventually, I discovered one of his most tightly guarded secrets: he was gay. I'm a bit of a snoop and was easily able to find links to his content online. It was all quite gay and quite interesting. I found all of his fetishes and all of his interests. I started leaving very strong hints that I knew he was gay, but he continually denied it. Eventually, I just came out to him. I told him that I would love to experiment with someone and it must be nice to get some action regardless of who it's from, be it a boy or a girl, a hand is a hand, a mouth is a mouth. I push at this for a while and he keeps shrugging me off, until one fateful night. We decided to have an all-cousin sleep over over one of our long weekend breaks. It also happened to be the same as daylight savings time so we would have an extra hour of fun. Mike was able to buy us some alcohol and we had a whole section of my house to ourselves. There were 4 of us there and we were all playing video games, drinking, and just having a great time. By about 3 AM, our sisters were tired and decided to go to bed. We decided to hang out a bit later on. This wasn't anything abnormal as we both liked staying up much later than that anyway. We were both sitting on my bed and the TV was on. We were talking about not much of anything, I was in boxers and he was in long pajama pants. I took a long sip of my beer and laid my head on his arm. I could smell his strong sweat smell from his armpit. It was magical and caused a little stirring in my boxers. Now, with as thick as I am, I'm also quite long. Mike looked down at my boxers and pointed out that I looked like I had something I needed to take care of. "I don't though..." I slurred at him. "I'm totally soft, hehe". He rolled his eyes at me "Josh, I can see it in your boxers." "Nope! I'm almost totally soft! Touch it if you don't believe me." I game him a half grin. He reached out and touched my still soft cock. "Jesus! You really weren't lying!" He said, probably a bit too loudly. "I toooold you!" I giggled and laid back down on his arm. We sat there watching TV for a bit longer. I was starting to sober up a bit and I was starting to get a bit anxious. I saw in his pants that he was tanting slightly. "So some guys were playing a game in school the other day, they called it 'The Nervous Game'" I said meekly. "Oh?" Mike asked. "Yeah!" I replied, very eagerly. "one guy starts moving his hand up another guy's thigh until one of them gets too nervous. Whoever chickens out loses. Wanna play?" He laughs. "Sure, you go first." He leans back against the wall, putting his hands behind his head, revealing his thick-haired armpits. I slowly start moving my hand up his thigh, starting at his knee. I ask him if he's nervous about every centimeter. He keeps telling me no, and that he's not going to be nervous. I was starting to sweat because I was so excited and nervous. I got to his mid-thigh and he looked down at my, breathing out deeply. He still wasn't nervous. "You're sure you're not nervous?" I asked him, my voice clearly shaking. "Nope, keep going." He replied quickly. I swallowed hard and kept moving my hand forward. Soon i was just about at his groin, essentially had my hand pressed right in that crevice. I could feel an intense heat against my hand. I looked up at him, he just had his head back, eyes closed, looking cool as ever. I grabbed his cock and started rubbing against it. It felt amazing: it was rock hard and so warm. I looked up at him again and he was unphased. I continued massaging his cock, which had a significant downward bend. I ran my hand along the length of it, slowly massaging it. I unbuttoned his pants and fished it out. I was shocked seeing it, but in one of the best ways a younger guy can be shocked: he was smaller than I was. I was larger than him by at least an inch in both length and girth. We later measured and he was about 7 inches long and 5.25 inches around. I was 8 inches long and 6.5 inches around. I kept jerking him off and finally he started to moan. He was telling me how good it felt and I was such a good boy taking care of him. That only caused me to double my efforts. I jerked him faster and harder until eventually he grabbed my wrist, stopping me mid stroke. He told me to let go and to get on my knees in front of the bed. I quickly obliged and threw myself onto the floor on my knees. He sat on the edge of the bed and asked me if I was ready to blow him. I eagerly nodded and he grabbed the back of my head. The feeling of his cock in my throat was the most magical thing I had ever experienced. The curve perfectly fit my throat and slid right down until it hit my throat. He pushed my head down further onto him while thrusting himself into me trying to enter my throat. I was gagging wildly, but his words of encouragement kept me wanting to try. "OH FUCK" He loudly moaned as my throat finally gave way, letting his thick cock slide in. He continued his assault on my throat while calling me every nae he could. I was his little boy, his little slut, his little fuckdoll. With every word, my need for his cock grew stronger. I wanted it more and more so I sucked him harder and faster. Eventually he pulled his cock out of my throat and it whacked against his stomach. He laid down on his back and told me to jerk him off to finish. He wanted to see his cum rocket out of his cock. I straddled his legs so I could see his face as he cums, my own cock plastered against my hip, I hadn't evem touched myself yet. I jerk him off for a few minutes and finally, he cums. It wildly sprays immediately past his head and plasters the wall behind him with the first 3 shots. The next 4 blast him in the face and hair. The final 5 shots cover his chest and stomach. "Cum on me" he gasps. I run my hand along my shaft in my boxers once and immediately feel the urge to cum. I quickly whip my cock out as I start shooting. The first shot goes all over my bed, his stomach and my floor. The other 3 follow behind, just in a slowly shrinking circle. I collapse on top of him and he immediately tells me to get up. I get off of him and offer him a towel. He cleans himself up and I clean up any that got on me as well with a different towel. We talk a bit longer on my bed as if nothing happens, but he keeps bringin up wanting to measure my cock. Eventually I get hard again and we do, determining our sizes. He seems to be outrageously jealous and decides to go to bed after that. Unfortunately, that was the last time we ever had fun like that together, and our relationship has been strained since. I still think about it quite often and it is one of my favorite memories to look back on. It will always be an experience that will be burned into my head and I hope that someday we will be able to reinact it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading! That's been a story I've been wanting to tell for quite a while and I had a ton of fun writing it. Once again, please send any comments, complements, or criticism to theshyguy64@gmail.com. I do have other stories that you can search for as well, but most of them are unfinished and will likely stay that way. 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