Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2006 17:30:09 -0800 (PST)
From: LJ
Subject: John's Cousin: Chapter 1 (b/b, mast, oral, anal b11-12 yf)

Copyright 2006 by LJ; All Rights Reserved.

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LJ


Story codes (b/b/b, mast, oral, anal, rom, b11-12)


Chapter 1

I was always shy specially in other people's houses.  But I was sure made
welcomed that day.  John's cousin was visiting during the new years party.
I knew they were coming at some point but not quite when.

	I went up stairs just as the front door opened and somebody else
arrived.  John was already up there playing his new ps2 game somebody had
just brought for him.

	"Hey Mark, what's going on?"  He says as I come in.

"Nothing, what's up with you?"

"Nothing much, just playing this game somebody rented."

	"Is it tight?"  I ask.

	"Yeah, here, have a turn."  He says, and makes a spot on the bed
for me to sit down and join him.

"how do you play this one?"  I ask and take the control.

	"You press the trigger every time they get close to you."

"That repels the monsters."

	"They have an invisible net that they use to magnetize you, so you
have to use the shield."

	"How do I turn it on-"

	"Oh shit!"  I suddenly say as a white flash covers the screen.

"OH shit dude, you just got toasted."  He exclaims.

	"Damn dude, why don't you play for a little bit so I can see your
moves..."  I ask, and hand him back the control.

	"Oh, don't feel like being brave?"  He says, and punches me in the
arm.

	"No dude, that was way too quick."  I say, and lean back on the
pillow to watch John play.

	"Look all you got to do is hit it when you see those white dots."
He says, his fingers flying over the controls.

	"That is when they are activating the magnetizers."

	"See how they move back?"

	"Oo!"  I got one!"  He shouts.

	"They are like hella hard to kill."  He says.

	"That green light means that the game gives you an extra upgrade on
the shield."

"You're bad dude!"  I say.

"Nah, its easy, just got to get the hang of it."

Just then, the screen flashes white once more.

"Shit!"  He yells under his breath.

"That's hella funny " I say and start to laugh.

"Dude, shut the hell up!"  He says, and suddenly drops the control and
tackles me on the bed.

"Get off me you silly ass!" I yell delighted.

He is only about five pounds heavier than I am, though we are the same age,
and height.

I feel his face very close to mine, and suddenly realize his intention
right before it happens.

"Dude, don't!"  I yell, then my voice is muffled by his lips which feel
soft and hot, and so tender that I spring a hard on just like that..

Even as his mouth is over mine, he is already rearranging himself to lay
over me, so that our cocks are rubbing through our clothes.

	"Oh fuck " I whisper as he pulls his face away.

"That's for being nasty with me, and giving me shit for getting killed."
He says beaming.

"If you keep that up I am going to make a mess in my pants dude."  I
warn...

He grins, and then thrusts his hips against me once, twice, three times in
a humping motion which feels so good to me.

"Oh fuck!"  I exclaim.

	"Shhh, not so loud dude, they'll hear us."  He says, and then his
lips lock on to mine again.

For a moment he holds the hard pressure against my lips, and then he lets
his tongue press into my mouth.

"Hnnn " I moan.  I can't help it, it is feeling so sexy to me to have the
weight of my best friend on me, and his warm mouth so soft and sweet on
mine.

"John!"  Somebody yells from down stairs making John pull back.

"OH fuck!"  He says under his breath disgustedly.

	"Now what?

Then he is getting off of me and running out of the room.

"Hold on dude, be right back."  He yells over his shoulder.  I meanwhile
straighten my cock which is so hard and erect that its hurting as it
strains against my undies.  And while my hand is down inside there, I can't
resist wrapping a few fingers around it and giving it a few strokes.  My
hormones are raging.  I been into puberty for almost a year now, and my
cock has already grown about an inch and a half from what it was when I
started, so that now I have about four inches or so.  I would be turning 13
in a month, and so was John.  But John was way further on in puberty than I
was.  His cock was already almost five inches, and he had more hair than I
did.  He could also shoot whiter stuff than I could, and lots more.  Mine
was still quite watery, and it only came out in little quick squirts.
Nonetheless, it feels so good that I can't stop playing with my cock every
chance I get.  Before puberty I was plain horny, now I am super horny.

John and I had always played with each other, but we had not started
kissing till this year.  Two months back during a sleep over, we had just
done it.  We at first pretended to be practicing for when we got a girl
friend, but before too long I told John that though I like girls, the
kissing turned me on something horrible, and I hoped that he didn't mind if
we kept doing it.  And much to my surprise, he had smiled, and also
revealed that he didn't want us to stop.  I considered my self so lucky
knowing that anybody else would have flipped out and gotten all uptight
about being gay and all of that.  I didn't know if I was gay or not, I just
knew that I loved playing with my friend's cock, and with the cock of any
other kid my age who wanted to show me.  And I also knew that I liked Jenny
Collins from my third period English class, and got all wobbly in the knees
when she smiled at me.  No, it was pure uninhibited fun to me.  And the
feelings of love just added to the fun as I found that I had a crush on
her, and for some reason, I found myself also thinking about John quite
often of late in my jacking sessions.

Running feet suddenly break me out of my thoughts.

"Fuck dude, guess what."  He says.

"What's up?"  I ask and sit up.  My hand still trapped between the elastic
of my briefs which are white cotton, and my almost hairless cock.

"Dad wants me to go to the store with my uncle so I can show him the way."

"But he wants you to stay here so that you can talk to my cousin when he
gets here."

"They are just coming since he came with his mom on the other car."

"I they split up?"

"Yeah, she had to work, and he works in the next town, so she brought
Bryan."

"No I meant, are his parents split up?"


"No, they just drove here in separate cars."

"Oh, okay."  I say.

"So he will be here in like five minutes."

"Why don't you try playing the game and see if you can get better at it,
and I'll be back in like 20 minutes."

"We just need to get some stuff that mom needs, and probably some more beer
and shit."

"Okay, whatever."  I say.

"Don't worry about Bryan, you'll like him, I promise."

"How old is he?"  I ask.

"He is eleven, almost twelve."


"Dude!"  I say.

"No dude, seriously, you'll like him, he is in seventh grade too.

"How?"  I ask.

"They lived in the military base, so his parents had him home schooled."

"When they came back he tested out of sixth grade altogether."

"No way!"

"Yeah, but don't worry, he is not geeky or shit."

"I got to go dude, my uncle is waiting on the car."  He says, then suddenly
comes closer and kisses me hard.

"That's for good luck."  He says.

"Bye, sexy!"  Then he turns and runs back down stairs laughing.

"Fuck you, homo!"  I say grinning.

"Fuck this sucks."  I say into the empty room.  Then I grab the control and
restart the game.

***

I am actually starting to get the idea of how not to die so soon by
counting the white dots as they start.  If I wait till four, then hit the
r, I can actually delay the ghost's shields long enough for me to hit them
with the trigger.

Just as I kill two in a row, a shadow appears at the door way.  I look up
and almost gasp as I see the most gorgeous looking kid I've ever laid eyes
on.

He is probably taller than me and John, about five feet three.  His eyes
are blue.  His hair is cut short in a crew cut, and he is smiling.

He is wearing jeans and a sweat shirt with a pair of black tennis shoes.

"Are you Mark?"  He asks.

"Yeah."  I say shyly.

"I am Bryan."  He says and comes in his hand extended.

"Nice to meet you."  He says, and grabs my hand.

I find it kind of weird, since we normally don't shake when we meat at my
school.  That's kind of a grown up thing, and uncool.  We rather just slap
five.

"Nice to meet you too."  I say, then look away.

"OH dude, no way!"  He says looking at the TV screen.

"I got that game for Christmas."  Then he plops himself next to me.

He grabs the controller, and executes a series of moves that suddenly bring
on about five monsters.  His fingers fly over the keys of the controller,
and in a flash of blue, the whole bunch disappears.

"No way dude!"  I say truly amazed.

"Wow! How you do that?!"

"I'll show you."  He says beaming.

"But wait, lets close the door so we can turn the sound up."

"It sounds really cool," he says, sets the controller on the bed, and
stands up to close the door.

I stand for a moment to pretend I need to stretch, but mostly to have a
really good look at him.  Sure enough, he is taller than I am by about
three inches, and he is quite muscular for a kid of eleven.  He also has a
nice ass.  Something that I note with some surprise since I am not much
into ass for the most part.  But looking at his, so firm and for some
reason nice looking, my heart beats faster, and my cock starts to harden.
He turns slowly as if he knew I have been checking him out.  Then as he
makes eye contact with me, he smiles.

Then he comes back and sits down on the bed.  I sit next to him, and he
scoots closer so that our legs touch.  Then he turns and smiles at me.

"Check this out."  He says, and gives me the controller.

"Put your fingers on the trigger. Yeah, like that.  And let your other
finger just hover over the r," he says.

"Okay, now, just let me do all of the work okay?"  He says, and suddenly
his hands are moving over mine.  My hands are suddenly cold, while his feel
so soft and warm.  And I also notice they seem bigger than mine.

"Ready?"  He asks.

"I nod, hoping he does not notice that I am blushing.

"Go."  He says, and suddenly his fingers are moving mine with precise
movements as if he was used to showing somebody who was blind how to do
stuff with out even looking at his fingers.

In 20 seconds we have killed 30 of the monsters before we get killed as my
finger slips off of the r.  My hands are suddenly sweating with his touch,
and my cock has sprung up as hard as ever.  Just his touch has electrified
me so.

"Whoops!"  He says, and turns to smile at me.

"Don't worry dude, your hands are now going to remember the moves all by
themselves."  He says.

"Trust me."  But he does not let go of my hands.  Then I turn to look at
him.  He is grinning at me, and has a twinkle in his eyes.

"I saw John on the way in, and he says that you are his best friend."

"Anybody who's best friends with my cousin is best friends with me."  He
says.

I don't know what they been home schooling him about in that military place
he has lived at, but next thing I know he is moving forward.

"You aren't bad looking at all."  He says lowering his voice.  The sound of
the ps2 masking most of the sounds in the room.  It is only because he is
so close to me that I can hear as he drops his voice.

Stand up for a second."  He says.

"I want to see how tall you are."  Then he is helping me to my feet, never
letting go of my hands.

"You are just right above my nose."  He says.

I am speechless.  He seems to have me under some sort of spell just by
holding my hands.  Then when I look down I suddenly almost gasp as I can
see a sudden bulge tenting the top of his jeans.  It is so long that it
lifts the buckle obscenely pushing his belt outward.

"You got a hard on too."  He says as a matter of fact.

"John told me you guys like to play cool."  That was Bryan's name for sex
between friends, as I later found out.

"Can't wait till he gets here."

I slowly try to withdraw my hands from his, but he applies a bit more
pressure and brings them closer to himself at chest level.

"Are you freaking out on me?"  He says with another grin.

"I am not sure what you're talking about."  I say.

"Dude, you know."  He says.

"You got a hard on like I do because I am holding your hands."  He says.

"Bet you feel like jacking off like I do."  I for a moment wonder if I
should just pull away and tell him off.  But though I am a year older, I
realize that he is big enough and strong enough that he just might be able
to beat the shit out of me with out half trying.  And his eyes are not mean
looking.  He has almost the same twinkle John's eyes get when we start to
think of fooling around when we get to his room.

Then he lets go of one of my hands and his free hand is suddenly traveling
to my front to feel my erection through my clothes.  The moment I feel his
hand squeeze me I almost bent double with the sudden feeling of need.  I
suddenly need to empty my twelve year old boy balls in the worst way.

"Dude, that is fucking hard."  He says.

"Look mine is hard too." He says as if the tent in his jeans was not at all
obvious.  He leads my other hand to it, and presses it to himself. Then he
lets go of my hand.

"OH dude, feel it."  He whispers above the noise of the game's theme.

I start to feel it deciding that this is actually quite fun and that I am
being a chicken for no reason.  After all, John did say his cousin was
cool.

His feels so much larger than mine, though just as thick, if not a bit
thicker.

I suddenly want so badly to see it, and almost at the same time, our hands
move and our fingers start to fumble with our belt buckles on each other.
It is as if we had read each other's minds or something.  I get his out
much quicker only because he is wearing baggy jeans.  And I swear his cock
was almost six inches long.  Just a bit thicker than mine and John's, it
stood straight up right up to his belly button and passed it by half an
inch.  Even in a large frame like his, his cock looks massive.

I gasp.

"Yours is so fucking huge dude!"  I say in a whisper.

"And you are only eleven?"

"Yeah, its probably because I jack off a lot."  He says smiling.

"Yours isn't bad looking either."  He says now holding my four inches.

"Dude, I'll jack you off if you jack me off."  He says.

"Deal."  I say, and let go of him long enough to lay down on the bed with
my feet hanging off the side edge.  He follows me and lays down next to me.

"I told John to knock on the door a certain way if he came with somebody."
He says.

"You thought of everything."  I say, and reach for his yummy cock.

"Me and John do this all the time."  He says grabbing for mine.

"He didn't tell you?"

"No, he just said that you were cool to hang with."  I answer, and start to
fist his cock much the way I do it to myself...

He starts to use a three finger grip on mine for some reason.  But he does
it in such a way that I am unable to hold back a moan as he is grasping me
just at the magic point where my glands joins the shaft, and its rubbing me
so that my foreskin is moving in just the perfect way.

"OH fuck, yeah!"  I say.

"Move it up and down longer."  He says referring to my strokes.  I increase
the length of my movements over his almost six incher so that I encompass
most of the shaft on each stroke.  I am unable to cover all of him, so that
I am grabbing him by the base.  His foreskin is moving on its own back and
forth over his glands.

"Its almost like I have to use both hands."  I say.

"Yeah, but you are doing it just fine for now dude."  He says.

"Its feeling so fucking good."

"If you keep it up like that I am going to squirt really soon."  He says.

"Me too, that way you are grabbing mine, I haven't jacked off like that
since I was ten, but its feeling so good with your hand."  I say, and truly
mean it.

And as he is moving his hand faster on mine, I take the hint and start to
jack his eleven year old huge cock faster.

"Yeah dude, just like that."

"Oh yeah, oh fuck!"  He says.  He is pushing his hips upward to feed my
fist more of his prime boy meat.  We keep jacking each other for almost a
minute.  The playstation theme looping over and over accompanied by the
gasps, pants, groans, and little boy faint moans.

"Stop for a sec."  He says.

Then lets go of mine.  He quickly pulls his sweat shirt off, and pulls his
shirt as far up over his chest as he can.  Then he lays back down and grabs
my hand.  At the same time, he grasps my cock again.  I am laying sideways,
and he is flat on his back.

"Go for it dude, and don't stop for anything."  He says, his voice husky.

I resume my ministrations to his huge delicious eleven-year-old boy cock,
and start to feel the familiar spasms on it just as my cock usually does
warning me of the awesome itchy tickles which will surely soon irrupt
filling me with joy.

"Yeah, Yeah!"  He cries.

"His voice is just as youthful sounding as mine is, maybe a bit deeper, but
not broken yet.  Still very much boyish.  A hard contrast to his huge cock.
My hands edge is rubbing against the very sparse little hairs he is already
growing, but I note that he has not nearly as much as John or even me.  He
is actually almost quite hairless.  The edge of my fist is moving hard
enough to start making slap sounds to my stroking.  Then he stiffens and
gasps.

"Yeah...!"

"Yeah!"

"Hun! Hmmm!"  His kid cock tightens up harder than any thing I've felt
before.  It is almost like a thin bar of steel in my fist.  Then it gives a
huge spasm.  The tip of his foreskin is suddenly erupting in a white
blast.  There is a break in the sound of the playstation theme as it loops,
and I swear I can here an actual slurp splat, very faint but unmistakable
as his very rich semen flies to land on his chest avoiding his shirt by
millimeters.  Over and over his cock spasms, sending blast after blast of
cum all over his tummy, and lower belly, and my fist.  For an eleven year
old, he can make way more than even me and John put together.  The scent of
his cum is so rich, like a teenager's would be.  Something that I find
quite mouth watering on him being so young.  The fact that though he is
younger than me and can do it already rather than making me jealous turns
me on incredibly.  My mouth actually waters as if needing to taste it.  It
is rich, thick feeling; and smells like enriched flower and water with a
bit of chloride to it.  And it looks thick and stringy just like an adults
would.  His pants and little boy sounding moans make it just such a magical
moment for me that I find myself moving my hips to pump my little cock
compared to his in and out of his fingers which are moving only on reflex.
He must have gotten the hint even through his blissful release as he
tightens his grip allowing me that extra edge needed for my little boy tool
to suddenly let go of my quick little bullets of watery just pubescent
semen.  I keep hold of his cock even when he has made me stop my pumping of
him, and hold it as my orgasm continues, unable to stop repeating the
picture of bliss his little face had as his huge eleven year old cock
squirted.  My little tickles are so sweet that I think I cried out,
inspired by his just passed orgasm.  Then I stop my pumping, letting my
dick just rest in his fingers.

As I catch my breath, he lets go of my little cock and does something that
floors me and would have made me cum all over again, had I just not
finished.  He bring his fingers laced with my little boy load and starts to
lap at them with his tongue, then he stuffs them into his mouth and sucks
noisily on them.

	"That was so good."  He says, his fingers coming out of his mouth
with a kissing sound.  I don't know if he refers to my jacking him off, or
to the taste of my cum, but I smile in agreement.

Just then there is a tap tap... tap on the door, and Bryan stands up.  His
hard cock as only an eleven year old's can remain even after such a holy
orgasm still standing up proud, and opens the door.

"Holy shit!"  John exclaims and comes in.

"You guys didn't waste anytime."  He says closing and locking the door
behind him.

He has handed Bryan a couple of sodas, and holds one for himself.

"Thanks dude, we needed that."  Bryan says, and smiles.  Then he comes back
to where I am still laying on the bed and hands me a can of pop.

"What do you think, Mark?"  John asks as he comes closer.

"Is Bryan cool or what?"

"Oh man!"  I say, still unable to speak.

This causes both boys to start to laugh.

"Dude, switch that off so we can hear ourselves think."  John says to
Bryan.

Bryan moves to the play station and stops the game menu from playing.

"Put a CD on or something."  John says and sits next to me.  His hand
reaches out and strokes my forehead in a gesture of friendship that makes
me feel loved by him.

"I told you we would have fun tonight."  He says.

"I was almost afraid you wouldn't want to come when I told you my cousin
Bryan would be here."  He goes on.  Then he takes the can of pop from me
and opens it.

"Sit up and drink this dude."  He says.

"It will help you come back to reality."

"I am not sure I want to come back."  I say groggily.

"There is more where that came from dude, twice as much more now that I am
here."  He says, and grabs my arm to help me up.

Just wait till you see what else Bryan likes to do."

"You are going to love it."  He says as I sit up and take a long swig of my
soda.

TBC