Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2022 05:48:41 -0800 From: NIfty Dan Subject: Trophies from My Cousin, Chapter One My first cousin and I were there same age, he was about 2 mos older. We were like brothers and best friends growing up from like kids until about 17, and we lived about a mile apart which was a frequent bike ride. Always stayed with him on weekends and took trips to the lake with his fam because they had a boat. He was always more quick to grow up than me. Puberty hit him about a year earlier than me, acne and voice changing were the first signs. Then leg hair. I was always drawn to him like a magnet, he was a really masculine boy. He rode dirt bikes, on the football team, and we were on the same little league team. One weekend he and I had baseball practice and his mom picked us up and I went to his house for the rest of the weekend. We went up to his room to shower and change, and as he took off his jersey to strip off everything but his underwear and a wifebeater, I noticed he had somehow quickly grown thick armpit hair. I say quickly because we had been swimming a few times recently and I was preoccupied with guys armpits from a really early age so I would have noticed it on him before if it had been there. I had not started growing anything under my arms yet (I probably checked every single day hoping for it to start). Anyway, he goes to shower first and when he'd closed the door I couldn't help myself. It wasn't something I'd ever done or even thought about before but I grabbed his dirty shirt to look at the armpits. I think I was just looking for stray hairs but when I looked it hit me. The armpits of his baseball practice shirt reeked of pit scent. I couldn't help myself and I just buried my face in the shirt for a couple minutes and I was so freaking hard. Probably the hardest boner I'd ever had at that point. I heard the shower stop, dropped the shirt where I found it, and hid my boner as best as I could. When it was my turn to shower I immediately jerked off thinking about that musky jersey. I was only just starting to cum at that point, and as I looked for it on the shower floor I noticed that there were actually a ton of blonde curly pubic hairs (he was blonde) all over the shower drain. He'd not just gotten pit hair but apparently he had pubic hair already! I remember feeling so conflicted at the time. On one hand why didn't I have armpit hair yet? I was jealous. But on the other hand why were these things making me so aroused? Anyway. I finished the shower and tried not to think about it the rest of the night. We rode our bikes on the trails behind his house for a while, had dinner and then eventually went to bed. He had the kind of bunk beds that had a big bottom bed and smaller top bunk which was basically storage so we always just slept together at his house. We laid there and talked in the dark. Both just in brief style underwear, nothing else. I usually slept in a t shirt at that age but he didn't which made him seem more mature so I took mine off too. We were really comfortable with each other so while we laid there wide awake I just came out and asked him about his armpit hair. I wanted to know how long it took to grow like that and if he had started to wear deodorant yet. Seemed like he wasn't as aware of it as I was so he grabbed a flashlight under his bed and we looked at it together. No clue where I got the nerve to do this but I just reached over and basically fondled his armpit hair for a few seconds. He asked to see mine so I showed him how I had none. He put the flash light away and we're still talking. I asked him what it smelled like (back to the deodorant topic). Some guys in our gym class at school had started bringing deodorant to school so it was one of those things that just made guys seem more grown up to me. He says it stinks sometimes but not always and that he didn't use it yet. Then he goes "will you smell it for me and let me know if you think I should start?" which again seems like a normal question. We were best friends and he seemed sincerely curious if he should start wearing deodorant so I said sure. It was dark but I could tell he raised his arm up so I leaned over and put my face close enough to feel the hair on my nose and took a deep breath. It wasn't nearly as ripe as the jersey but did have a musk and I said he was probably fine to not have to worry about it. I laid back down, boner raging again after that brush with his pit. Was kinda nervous but didn't want to draw attention to it so didn't adjust or anything. He then asked me about pubic hair. He wanted to know how much I had and I said some but mostly just on my balls and nothing else. Even as I share this story I'm shocked at how vivid the memory is of this night and also shocked at how chill this whole conversation was at the time. Just two close cousins figuring out puberty without older brothers to learn from. Anyway, that's where it got really interesting... I flipped the question to him and he said that he had a full bush. I said yeah right, but he insisted he had a full crotch of pubes. Then he says "if you give me your hand I'll let you touch it so you believe me". He sounded really proud of it. Of course I said ok. I was genuinely curious if he was exaggerating. So I hold my hand up under the covers and he takes it, pulls his underwear away a bit and presses my hand down onto the area of his crotch above his dick and rubs it around for a bit. It was BUSHY af. I couldn't believe it. Really thick. He let my hand go and I just laid there so jealous, so impressed/happy for him on some level, and I'm hard as a rock. I glance down toward him and can sorta tell he is too, and he's either adjusting or he's rubbing it a bit. Prior to this but around the same time frame we'd talked about jerking off and he'd even passed me some porn magazines he had found of his dad's. We'd also played around with our crotches on the jets in my pool to talk about how good it felt on the underside of our hard dicks. But we'd never played around at all. This was the closest we'd come. He then tells me that it's his turn to feel mine and he holds out his hand but it's not under the covers. It's dark but not pitch black in the room, the light from the stereo display across the room is kind of a night light level. I take his hand and pull up the sheet. He pulls his hand down on his own and slips it underneath the waistband of my underwear before I have a chance to control it the way he did and I feel his fingers hit my hard dick as he checks me for pubes. His hand lingers there for a few seconds and then he slowly slides his hand out. He says he could feel some there and that I should be more like him soon. Now there's a noticeable lull in the conversation for a minute. He then tells me he thinks we should jerk off before we go to bed or our balls will hurt by morning. I'm nervous as hell and can tell I'm breathing fast but I don't want to seem like a wuss to my cousin so I agree. He pulls the sheet over his head like a fort so I do the same. Then we both pull off our underwear and leave it in the bed next to us. I can hear him start to stroke so I start stroking. I am literally harder than I'd ever been and that was even after smelling his dirty shirt. It's dark under there so I can't see anything really but he's going to town on it and so am I. He's left handed and I'm right handed so we are occasionally bumping elbows and the sensation of that casual body contact is like electrical to me in a way I don't understand yet at that age. He is breathing loud, and then he says "have you ever wondered who is bigger?". Spoiler, of course I had! I say yes but that it's probably him. He asks me if he can check to compare and I guess I thought he was going to grab the flashlight again to look at us both side by side. So I say yeah because I'm really excited to see him fully naked and hard. I was really slim at that age but he was starting to get more built and muscular from the football workouts and I wanted to see everything all at once. No flashlight. He just takes his left hand off his own dick and grabs mine. It happened so fast. And he's got me gripped hard with his left hand and he's holding his own with his right. He's not really jerking me but he's moving his hands up on both trying to gauge in the dark whose is longer by how much is sticking out of the top of his grip. He then brings his right hand over and he's got both hands on my cock. He tells me that he thinks I'm actually the bigger one but that he's maybe thicker. At this point he's kinda laying on his side and I feel the head of his hard boner pressed against my arm. So I just grabbed it. He's right. I'm longer but he's REALLY thick. I can feel him throbbing in my hand when I squeeze it. It's very hard and fat and I liked the way this all felt. He drops his right hand away, and I'm still holding him and he's still gripped on me with his left. We just keep squeezing each other, not saying anything and are now slowly starting to stroke one another up and down with our own dominant hands. I can tell his hands are more rough probably from the weight training I'd not started getting into yet. But it feels good, he's strong. I can also smell his musk which is stronger now thank before, we're both sweating a bit now. I can feel him start to really tense up, and he's breathing harder but still silent as far as conversation goes. And I as I notice him tensing, I can also feel his grip on my dick tightening and he's going faster with his stroking so I start to squeeze him tighter and do the same. We're both jerking each other really fast at this point when I can feel him start to shake. He is gripping my cock really tight but stops stroking and he's saying `oh man oh man don't stop' over and over and then he kinda does this thing where his abs tighten and he's doing this quick sit up motion repeatedly then my hand is all of a sudden completely soaked in his warm cum. I can actually hear it shooting and I don't stop. The warm wet load makes jerking him feel so nice and I slow my stroking just to feel his dick pulse. Then my own dick starts to pulse but he's not even stroking it yet, just squeezing it. It almost feels like he's got a vice grip on me and then he relaxed his hand a bit and one stroke down was all it took for me to blow what I think was my first real load of cum. It felt so incredible. Before I had a little bit of liquid that would come out but nothing like actual cum shots that I'd seen in videos or what he just coated my hand and his crotch and stomach in. I just laid there speechless but feeling so satisfied. We both kinda let go of each other at the same time and just laid there for a min in silence, not sure what he was thinking but I was just sorta blank. He grabs something and starts laughing a little, like a nervous laugh but also like a `holy shit that felt good' kinda of laugh and I can feel him wiping himself off. He then hands something to me and tells me to clean myself up and let's go to sleep. It was actually really casual and no guilt at all in the room. Just two best friends, cousins, figuring out puberty together and finding ways to help each other through it. I woke up to the sound of his shower running and I am hard again. I'm a young teenager and it's first thing in the morning so I was basically always hard when I got up but this was different, I had some really hot experiences now that made my boner extra special that morning. I jerked off thinking about it all, how much I loved the dirtiness of how his armpits smelled in that jersey, how much I liked having my face so close to his pit, and the way it felt to hold his fat hard dick in my hand and stroke it until he exploded while I did the same. I came really quickly, not nearly as much as the time before, but I reached down to grab the rag he gave me last night to wipe up and it was actually his dirty underwear. It was still a little damp from our loads. I don't know if I did it out of nervousness or out of perversion but when I got out of bed, I took the underwear over to his side of the bed where he kept his dirty clothes basket. I reached around and found his jersey, wrapped the cum-filled underwear inside it, and stuffed it in my own backpack to take home later that day. I know now as an adult that they were souvenirs and I do still remember keeping them in a shoebox that I'd pull out over the next few days to smell and play with and wipe down with as I jerked off. No clue what happened to them, I'm sure they just got washed at some point. I'm sitting on the edge of the bed in my underwear when he comes out of the shower in just his swim trunks and he's brushing his teeth. We're only 13 but I remember thinking how big he'd gotten over the summer, how ripped he looked for kids our age. He looked like he'd pass for 16 or even 17 with his build and with his hairy legs. I just stared at him for a bit while he brushed his teeth and looked at himself in the dresser mirror for a min and then he tells me to get my ass in the shower so we can go to the lake. I grab my trunks and hop in. We didn't talk about that night at all throughout the day. But I did catch him a few times as we'd jump off the dock and climb back up flashing his pubes at me with a knowing grin before pulling his trunks back up. I still think about that early display of the sexual confidence he still has today. I have more stories to share about me and Petey, and about another cousin as well, if anyone is interested. :)