Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2023 22:58:05 -0500
From: Ww Ww <er14990606@gmail.com>
Subject: The Timid and the Bold, Chapter Two

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The Timid and the Bold, Chapter Two

Billy Winthrop was my first cousin.  My mother and his mother were
sisters, and the two families lived close by and saw each other
frequently.  Billy had a brother three years younger named Brian.  I had
a sister, Franny, one year older.  Brian and Franny were the same age and
went to the same school, so they were good friends.  That's why I was
surprised one afternoon when the phone rang.

"Hello, Zach, this is Brian."

I said, "Hi, Brian, I'll get Franny for you."

Brian replied, "No, Zach, I was calling you.  I just tuned my car and am
taking it out for a drive.
Want to come along?"

I liked cars.  It had been something that Billy and I shared.  Brian had
recently bought himself a used car with his father's help, and Brian
knew I would be interested. I agreed, and he came to pick me up a few
minutes later.

Brian had a masculine face with rugged but handsome features.  His body
was remarkable.  He was over six feet and physically imposing, the result
of his  commitment to weight training.  He was a football player and
looked the part. He was friendly but with a touch of shyness in a new or
awkward situation.

Brian's car needed a paint job, and the upholstery was shredding, but
Brian had worked hard on the engine.  It was a manual transmission with
four on the floor.  There was a road close by with a long straightaway
used frequently by teenagers to show off their cars, much to the
complaints of the neighbors. Brian stopped at the beginning, put his car
in first gear, and told me to put my hand on the gear shift knob. He put
his hand over mine, and off we went, accelerating through the gears,
first to second, second to third, then to fourth.

We were speeding up the street, my hand on the shifter and Brian's hand
on mine.  He looked at me and asked, "How did it feel?"

"Great," was my reply.

Brian took my hand and placed it between his legs, and I could easily
feel a hard cock in his pants.  He turned to me again and said, "How does
that feel?"

I was surprised but pleased and answered honestly, "Great."

Brian smiled. He eased up on the speed and held the wheel with both hands
as I held his cock with my left hand, squeezing his pants to get a good
feel of the hard tool it was hiding.

Brian attempted an explanation.  "Billy called last night, and we had a
long conversation.  He said "you like this," as he gestured with his head
by dropping his chin toward his hard dick, and he said "you . . . er . .
.like to . . .er . . do something else."

I helped him out by going straight to the point.  "Brian, do you want me
to suck your cock?"

Relieved, Brian turned his face to me, smiled, and said, "Yes."

He turned off to another road and then turned again onto a dirt road that
ran through a stand of trees.  We reached a clearing and we stopped.

Brian explained, "Guys bring girls here to park. No one will be here in
the daytime."

I got out of the passenger side door and walked around to Brian's side of
the car.  He had opened his door and was standing there, with his zipper
down and his hand trying to retrieve his dick.

I said, "No, Brian, I need more than that," and I undid his belt and
pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles.

His cut cock was magnificent. Longer and thicker than his brother, it
stood at a 45 degree angle, its base nestled in a dark brown bush that
matched Brian's hard brown hair.  I dropped to one knee. His dick head
looked up at me, ready for my lips.  I was elated.  I had a dick to suck
again.  Another Winthrop dick.  I slipped my lips over the head and slid
my wet mouth down Brian's shaft.  Brian moaned.  One hand held my
shoulder and the other was on the back of my neck.  It was not forceful
but a gentle touch of affection and appreciation for what I was doing to
him.

As an experienced cocksucker, I knew how to make someone feel good.  I
licked and sucked his dick, licked and sucked on his balls, ran my tongue
through his pubic hair.  I looked up and Brian had his head tilted back
with his eyes closed. I took my mouth off his dick and did nothing.
After a moment Brian opened his eyes and looked down at me.  I looked up
and locked eyes with him and returned to his dick.  I wanted him to
watch.  I wanted a witness.  I wanted him to see his manhood disappear
between my lips.  As he looked I sucked and slurped on his tool.

After a while, I stood up, grabbed his shirt and pushed it up to his
armpits, exposing his abs and chest.  I tilted my head and licked his
right nipple and then the left.  I said, "You are so fucking sexy.  I
want you naked in bed so I can tongue your whole body."  Then I dropped
my own pants and went down on two knees.  I took my dick in my fist and
Brian's dick in my mouth, determined to bring him to climax.   When he
came it was a thrill with deep guttural moans, his huge hands squeezing
my shoulders, his cock swelling in my mouth, and a river of cum flowing
from his dick and down my throat.

I released Brian's softening cock from my mouth and stood up.  Brian had
a blissful and contented look on his face and said, "Damn, that was good.
Billy was right."

I said, "Thanks, you fit perfectly in my mouth."

"I bet you say that to all the guys," Brian replied with a smile.

I laughed and said, "I wish."  Then I pointed to the puddle of my cum in
front of his feet and told him not to step in it.

The next Saturday Aunt Suzy and Uncle Vern invited my family for dinner.
Franny was in the kitchen learning some new recipes while my Dad, Uncle
Vern, Brian, and I watched sports on TV.  The two older men had their
eyes glued to the television.  Brian was in my line of view.  In a subtle
manner, he looked at me, looked down at his crotch, and looked back at
me. His message was clear, and I wanted it too.  I asked about his car
and suggested he show me what he had done.  We left the house and walked
to the far backyard to the garage where Brian kept his new car, the same
garage that Billy used for his.  We lifted the hood and then went to a
back far corner, where Brian lowered his pants and I went on my knees.

It was great for us both.  He loved my wet warm mouth pleasuring his
cock, and I loved to have a big hard dick of a muscled man between my
lips. I sucked him with my two arms around his muscular thighs. We didn't
have the pleasure of time, so he focused on my work and he came soon.  He
tasted good and I held it in my mouth a moment before swallowing.  Then I
stood up and went to the corner to jacked off, ready to add cum to
numerous dried cum stains Billy and I had left there.  As I was jacking,
Brian came up beside me. He put his left hand on the small of my back,
rubbed it softly, and slid it down and held my bottom in his huge hand.
His other hand rubbed my inner thigh and then rose to cup my ball sack.

Brian said in a quiet voice, "Jack it for me.  Empty these balls.  Shoot
me a big load."  This was the first touch of intimacy I had received from
Brian, and it pulled my trigger with squirts of cum hitting the wall.

My desire to get Brian naked in bed came true Wednesday afternoon after
school.  Brian's parents were gone until 7:00 pm.  We stood in his room
naked, facing each other.  I was by nature skinny, so I had tried the
last two years to add some pounds and some muscle by lifting weights in
my family's garage.

I stood naked before Brian for the first time, and I saw his eyes look
over my body. I said, "I'm a skinny runt compared to you."

He smiled and said, "I like what I see. You look good.  Nice cock."

I put my two hands on his chest and said, "I love your pics," and leaned
forward and licked his nipples.

He replied, "Is that all?"

"No, I love a lot more." I proceeded to move from one body part to
another. I kissed his neck, ran my hand over his shoulder down to his
bicep.  He flexed and I licked it.  I raised his arm higher and buried my
face in the thick brown hair of his armpit. Next I took his hand.  I
found Brian's hands erotic, so huge and strong, and I licked his palm and
sucked his index finger. I returned to his chest and then went lower to
tongue his abs.  I dropped lower and licked his balls. I said, "I love
this most of all," before running my wet tongue up the shaft of his cock
from his balls to his tip and then taking as much of his monster cock in
my mouth as I could.

I sucked him for several minutes before he pulled me up. I was six feet
and he was six three, so I was looking up at him.  Not speaking, he began
to move his hands over my body, following much the same pattern that I
had done to him with my tongue. He ran his finger along the jaw of my
uplifted face from one ear to another and then across my lips.  He held
my neck, slid across my shoulder and down my arm.  He lifted my arm to
flex my bicep and squeezed my muscle with his other hand.  He ran the
back of his hand across my chest before taking one nipple and then the
other between his fingers. One hand then dropped to my ads, and the other
hand slipped around my waist to the small of my back and then down to my
ass.  He gently squeezed each cheek before running his fingers up and
down my crack.

Like the time in the garage, Brian rubbed the inside of my thighs before
cupping my balls in his hands. I was shocked with what came next.  I have
replayed the memory over and over in my head and it appears as a dream
sequence in slow motion.  Brian bent over and put his lips on my nipple.
He lowered himself to one knee as he kissed from my chest to my abs. His
fingers encircled my cock and directed it toward his face. He extended
his tongue and licked my tip.  He wet his lips and slid them over my
cockhead till his lips were at the top of my shaft. He paused and then my
dick disappeared between his lips. He sucked me, and it was the best my
cock had ever felt.

I moaned, giving a verbal expression of the sensation my dick was
feeling.  His mouth was so warm and wet.  I wondered if this could really
be happening?  I doubted it.  Could it be true?  My hands reached down.
I felt his huge bicep as his arm held my hip.  I leaned further and found
his powerful chest.  It was him.  It was my beautiful, masculine,
muscular, football playing cousin, Brian, sucking my cock.

I was at the point of delirium when Brian stood up, took my hand and led
me to the bed.  I laid there not knowing what surprise would come next.
Then he crawled on the bed and laid his head at my feet, his feet at my
head, our faces looking at hard dicks dripping with precum longing to be
sucked.  And suck we did. I tried my best to please and pleasure the
piece of manhood I had in my mouth, only to feel even greater pleasure
being given my own cock. The climax came, to us both, at the same time.
I moaned again. It was an exchange.  As my balls emptied into Brian's
mouth, my own mouth was filled with the delicious sweet cum of my cousin.


We laid on our backs looking at the ceiling enjoying that post-climax
bliss.  I was still in wonder with what had happened.   It was not me
just servicing my cousin.  He was engaged, he participated.  He was a
sexual partner, giving as much as he took.  I said, "That was
unbelievable.  It was great.  You were great.  We came at the same time.
It was like magic."

Brian replied, "Yes, it was magic."  He paused and then said, "It was my
first time."

He confirmed what I suspected.  He had never sucked a dick before, never
had sex with another man.  I had already praised him.  Next I asked,
"Well, what do you think?"

He answered, "You fit perfectly in my mouth."

"Hold on there.  You are stealing my line!" and we both chuckled.

We parted, but Brian was continuously on my mind.  I jacked my cock that
night with Brian replacing the usual Billy.  I relived everything we had
done that day, and the reward was a puddle of cum on my stomach.

Three days later I saw Brian in the hall, and he said that football
practice was cancelled, and he offered me a ride home. We both lived
within walking distance of the school, but since Brian got his car, he
drove it to school.  He didn't take me home but took me to that special
place in the woods where I first sucked him off.

We crawled into the backseat and stripped off our clothes.  He sat naked
in the corner with his legs spread.  One leg stretched across the seat,
and the other leg was on the floor.  My head was in his crotch, sucking
his dick and licking everything nearby, like his balls, his thighs, his
stomach. After several minutes, he asked to change places.

Brian said, "Since I tasted your dick, I had to have some more."  Then he
took my cock into his mouth, and it was as wonderful as the first time.
He seemed to know instinctively how to give a great blow job.  His expert
mouth had its reaction and my climax approached.  I told him I was close,
and he speeded up.  I squeezed his shoulder, yelled "Ahhhh,"  and pulsed
cum down his throat.  He held me in his mouth as I grew softer, and then
we changed places. I had learned with Billy that I remained aroused and
ready to suck cock after my own climax.  So, even though I had a soft
dick between my legs, my mouth was still hungry.  I sucked Brian my very
best, and I was rewarded with a huge load of sperm in my mouth.

Brian reached down and lifted up, and I laid against him, my head on his
shoulder. He held me in his arms.  Earlier he had been lustful for a dick
in his mouth and a mouth on his own cock.  Now he was satisfied and
affectionate. Then he lifted my chin with his hand, lowered his head, and
our lips touched, our mouths opened, our tongues touched.  It thrilled
me, because I had never kissed another man. It turned out it was the same
for Brian.

He said afterwards, "That's another first for me."

I said, "Me too." And we held each other in blissful silence.

Brian was attractive, athletic, popular, and had a beautiful girlfriend
named Selma, who was captain of the cheerleaders.  We went to the same
school. Before this year, we would frequently see each other in the hall
and nod as we passed.  Our relationship changed when our pants went down
and our dicks came out.  Now Brian would stop me in the hall and talk.
He introduced me to his friends.  I met Selma.  I assumed they had sex,
and I imagined Brian as a masterful lover.

The fall was busy for Brian with football practice nearly everyday and a
game every weekend.  But an opportunity appeared where Brian was free one
afternoon and his house was empty.  Soon after school, he and I were in
his bedroom again naked.  Beside his bed was a closet with a full length
mirror on the door. We stood in front of the mirror, facing each other. I
reached and pulled on his cock, and he did the same to me. He stared at
me.  There was a different look in his eyes.  Then he stepped forward,
slid his huge arms around my waist and pulled me to him, lowered his
face, and kissed me,  It was a kiss of passion, lips pressed hard against
each other, mouths open, tongues touching.  He was holding me tightly
while he moved his hips ever so slightly, causing our hard cocks to rub
together.

Brian took his huge hand and placed it on the back of my neck and guided
my lips to his erect nipple. I licked it and sucked it and played with it
with my teeth before he moved me to the other one.  With his hand still
holding my neck, he guided me lower past his abs until I was on my knees
facing his cock.  I was eager for it, and I began sucking it, then
licking the head, and then sucking some more.  Brian looked in the mirror
and saw me and said, "Damn, this is like watching porn while getting my
dick sucked."

Then he said, "Look at the mirror, Zach.  You're a cocksucker but have
you ever seen yourself suck a cock?  There you are with my big dick
sliding in and out of your mouth."  I looked and understood Brian's
excitement. I saw my face, my mouth stretched open, and Brian's meat in
my mouth.

Brian enjoyed my mouth for a minute before he pulled me up and went down
on his knees. He had his fingers around the base of my dick.  He looked
up with a smile.  He glanced in the mirror and then took his wet tongue
and licked from my balls to the tip of my dick. He looked up at me again,
looked in the mirror to see his reflection, and then slid his lips over
my head and down the shaft. He sucked dick great, and he enjoyed it more
as he watched in the mirror my cock disappear in his mouth and then
reappear.

Just like Brian, the experience was enhanced by the view in the mirror. I
felt his mouth on my dick, I looked down at him sucking me, and I looked
to the side and saw a musculed stud giving me a blow job. Several minutes
passed.  I moaned and said, "I'm not going to last for long."

Brian immediately stopped, stood up, and said, "Not yet. We have more to
do."

He was ill at ease when he first asked for a blow job.  He was confident
this time when he expressed his desire.  He looked down into my eyes and
said, "You've shown me the pleasure that two men can have together, but
there is more we can do. We can be one, united."

Looking back into his eyes, I replied, "Yes, I'm yours.  Take me.  I want
you inside me."

Brian smiled and said, "Put your arms around my shoulders."  I did.
Brian put an arm around my waist, bent over, put his other arm behind my
knees, and he picked me up.  For him it was effortless.  I laughed in
surprise, and he grinned. He twirled me around and carried me to the
bed.  It was like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold and
taking her to the bedchamber.  He laid me on my back and he crawled
between my legs.  He stood on his knees and reached for the lube on the
side table.  He gave it to me with the words, "Get me ready."

I remember the moment so vividly. I had seen his dick numerous times
since that first day as I kneeled in front of him in the woods.  This
time looking at it hard and pointing toward my face seemed so special.
Soon it would be inside me, performing the function for which nature has
endowed it.  Powered by hips, it would seek the friction that would cause
his balls to empty. I would be the cause of his orgasm, and then the
recipient of his cum.  I coated his dick with lube, applied more lube to
my hole, and laid on my back and raised my legs. I reached for his dick
and guided it to my hole.

I knew what to expect because Billy had fucked me.  There was some
initial resistance, but the lube aided his firm push, and I opened.  With
a slow steady movement he filled my tunnel inch by inch. I felt his
pelvic pressed against my bottom.  He was in me and he felt so big.

Brian kissed me and began a slow and steady movement, backward and
forward, retreating until just his cock head was in me and then burying
his tool deep inside. I waited patiently, and then it came.  His cock had
found that special place, and pleasure radiated through my body. My fist
was on my dick, and I jacked in rhythm to his thrusts. Soon I sensed he
was near, and his thrusts were harder and faster.  I worked my fist
furiously.  I moaned as I squirted cum on my stomach, and soon after
Brian yelled, "Oh fuck!" as he washed my insides with spunk. Afterwards
we laid beside each other, satisfied and content.

Brian said, "That was wonderful. You were wonderful." There was a long
pause before he asked, "Did you do it with Billy?"

I told him about visiting Billy at college one weekend while his
girlfriend was away. "He fucked me twice, but I suspect I was just a
substitute for his girlfriend."

After a pause, I asked, "Do you do it with Selma?"  Brian answered yes.
Then I asked, "Were you thinking of Selma while we did it?"

He got up on his elbow and looked at me and said, "No. My mind was
totally on you and your sexy body and the wondrous ways it makes me
feel."  Then he kissed me, and I was pleased.

Brian fucked me the next two times we met, but later we would alternate
between fucking and sucking each other off.  After the New Year, we
fucked and/or sucked twice a week, mostly at his house, sometimes in the
woods, a few times at his family's cabin on a nearby lake.  I learned
from Brian that I loved being fucked as much as sucking cock.

I was a seventeen year old in the eleventh grade who liked guys. I had a
masculine, muscled jock who held me, kissed me, sucked me, fed me his
cock, and fucked me lovingly giving me a great climax. It was heaven, and
it was hard for me to distinguish between lust and love. I was beginning
to feel more than lust with Brian, just as I had with his brother, Billy,
years before. As with Billy, I blunted those emotions, particularly
because I knew our relationship was temporal.  It would not last. He was
a senior, graduating at the end of the school year. I was reminded of
this many times, when after sex we laid together, satisfied and content,
and Brian would talk about where he was applying to college, what he
wanted to major in, what goals he had in life.

I accepted the limitations of our relationship and cherished each
encounter we had before he left. At our last meeting, he fucked me doggy
in front of the mirror as we both watched.

MORE TO COME