Date: Thu, 9 Apr 2015 16:08:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Labor Day Picnic With My Cousins

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Labor Day Picnic With My Cousins


"Bye!"  "See you soon."  "It was fun."

As I sat in the back of seat of our family station wagon I could feel the
cool, damp wetness in my underwear.  It was semen.  The moistness in the
front of my white cotton jockeys was from my first ejaculation.  The
slimier residue I felt between the cheeks of my bottom as I sat in the back
seat was from my cousins, Terry and Fred.

"Did you have fun at the barbeque?" my mom asked as we pulled away from my
aunt and uncle's house.

"Yes, Mom," I answered politely.

"It's nice to get together, we don't do it nearly often enough."

My mom was talking more to my dad than she was to me as he drove down the
suburban street toward the main road.

"Yes, dear."

"And, my how Terry and Fred have grown!"

"They're growing like weeds," my dad replied.

My parents began talking about family matters as I settled in the back seat
for our hour drive home.  I went over in my mind what had happened that
Saturday afternoon during our family's late summer cookout.

I guess I should give you some information.  I'm Timmy and I just turned
twelve a month and a half ago.  I am going into sixth grade next week.  My
cousin Fred is twelve also, well, twelve and a half; he's a little older
than me.  Terry, his older brother, is thirteen.  Their dad, Uncle Sean, is
my mom's brother.  She has two.

My other uncle is Uncle Tommy; he was at the cookout, too with his wife
Aunt Jenny.  Uncle Tommy and Aunt Mary have two little girls.  Grandpa and
Granma came to Uncle Sean's house for the cookout.  Uncle Sean lives a few
blocks from Grandpa's house. That is where my mom grew up.  She moved when
she married my dad and now we live about an hour away.  We visit as a
family about two or three times a year.

I hadn't seen my cousins since Christmastime and boy, was my mom right; my
cousins had gotten bigger, especially Terry.  We had played catch football
in Grandpa's yard and we were all about the same size back in December.  I
guess it has to do with a boy becoming a man.  My dad told me about that
stuff when I turned twelve.  He told me about how babies are made and about
getting hair down there and about getting stiffies and about - well, about
"touching yourself."

I knew I liked rubbing my weiner before my dad told me, I had been rubbing
myself against stuff for a while, but I really started doing it more during
the summer since my dad told me about sperm.  I rubbed myself until I got a
tingling trying to get sperm to come out, but it didn't and then my penis
wouldn't go down for a while which was kind of a problem if you have to
hide it.

Well, it is one thing to hear about how a man puts his penis in a vagina,
getting hair and making sperm, but it is something else when you see it
with your own eyes.  That was what I was thinking about all the way home in
the car.  My cousins showed me a dirty magazine that had pictures of a man
having sex with a woman including the woman putting the man's penis in her
mouth!

My dad didn't tell me about "blow jobs," but Terry did.  Fred also played
with my penis and that is how I spermed for the first time. Then my cousins
showed me their penises and I saw their hair; Terry had a bunch and Fred
was getting a few.  They showed me something else that my dad didn't tell
me about.  That's why my bottom was feeling squishy against the smooth
vinyl of the bench seat.

Well, here's what happened Saturday.

We got to Uncle Sean's at around noon and did all the boring "hello stuff"
for a while and then our parents let "the boys" go play, but they wouldn't
let us go inside to watch TV.  We knocked a wiffle ball around in the back
yard for a bit, but that was boring and then we decided to go around front
to the garage to shoot baskets for over an hour.  We were pretty hot and
sweaty and so we had something to drink before we all sat down to eat
grilled hot dogs and hamburgers.  They were great!  After we were finished
eating the adults wanted to talk and we were still hot so Terry asked if he
and Fred could show me some of their model stuff in the basement and our
parents said okay.

We went down into the basement, it was cool and dark.  I wanted to see
their model planes and cars and we looked at them for about ten minutes
when Terry told his brother to "check outside."  Fred went to the small
basement window and looked out and told his brother, "Everyone's still on
the patio."  That's when Terry turned to me.

"Timmy, do want to see something really cool?"

"Yeah, sure."

"You have to promise not to tell if we show it to you, okay?"

I looked over at Fred and he was obviously anxious for me to say yes.

"Yeah, I won't tell."

"You've got to swear to God," Terry demanded.

"I swear to God," I replied with the serious tone of conspiring boys since
the dawn of time.

"Should I get it?" Fred asked with nervous excitement.

"Yeah, go ahead," Terry allowed, and then shouted after his younger
brother, "be careful you don't rip it."

"I won't, don't worry!"

While Fred ran off towards the utility room Terry invited me over to sit on
an old couch that was near the tables where my cousins built models and
their dad had some tools and stuff on the far side of the basement.

"What's the big secret?" I asked.

"Nothing much," Terry played it casually, "just a magazine with naked
people having sex, that's all."

"Where did you get that?" my voice rising an octave in genuine surprise.

"We found it in the trash when a family down the street moved a couple of
weeks ago."

"I've got it," Fred exclaimed with enthusiasm, popping back into the room.

Terry took the glossy publication from his brother's hands and ordered him
to check out the window again.  I could see a muscular guy grabbing a naked
woman's very big tits on the cover.  I wanted to see this, but I was very
worried about being caught doing something naughty with all of our family
here, including Grandpa and Grandma!

"What if someone comes down here?" I asked Terry with trepidation.

"Don't worry, we can hear the footsteps of anyone walking towards the
basement door before they open it and we'll have plenty of time to zip up
and hide the magazine under the cushions of the couch."

Zip up?  Did Terry mean we were going take our dicks out?

"I don't know ..."

I didn't get to finish as just then Fred ran back with another
reconnaissance report.

"They're all still out there talking.  They're not going anywhere."

Fred jumped on the couch right next me on the opposite side of his brother.

"Open `er up, Terry," Fred urged his brother, "Show Timmy the guy fucking
the woman from behind!"

Fred was pretty jazzed up.

"Down boy!" Terry joked, "Timmy hasn't seen this yet.  Let's go through it
starting at the beginning."

"Okay, Terry, but let's go, I`m starting to get some wood!"

Terry started going through the magazine from the beginning, turning the
pages of the magazine slowly, allowing me enough time to see pictures,
pictures like I'd never seen before. Fred excitedly narrated most every
picture, pointing out details that were obviously the result of prior
study.

I was overwhelmed. The woman was naked. She had too much makeup, big hair,
and even bigger tits. Her pussy had a really hairy bush. The guy was even
hairier. He had dark hair on his legs, on his back, on his chest,
everywhere. I noticed all of that, but what I really noticed the man's
penis. It was long, thick, and it still had the skin on the end. It was
unbelievable; I had no idea a penis could be that big.

Looking at the pictures, I had become painfully erect in my shorts. I
needed to adjust my penis, but I didn't want to do it in front of my
cousins. I don't think anyone had seen my penis since I was a little kid. I
always changed quickly, facing away from everyone else when I was in the
changing room at the pool. I didn't want anyone to see my penis and the
fact that I was erect made me terribly self-conscious. It was Fred who
brought it up.

"I've got total wood, Terry," Fred declared to his older brother, "let's
take `em out and start jerking!"

"What d'ya say, Timmy?" Do you wanna?" Terry asked.

"I don't want to get in trouble," I stated, truly fearful.

"You won't get in trouble. Fred and I do it all the time, nobody's gonna
come down here."

"I don't want to," I said quietly, hanging my head in shame.

"You've jerked off before, haven't you?" Fred asked bluntly.

"Yeah ... But ..."

"But ... Never with anyone else?" Terry guessed, correctly.

I nodded.

"Hey, you don't have to be embarrassed. Fred and I do it in front of each
other all the time and his dick isn't that big," Terry said lightheartedly.

"Hey, that's not fair! You're older than me. And I'm getting hair now,
too!"

"I'm just kidding, Fred. Don't be such a baby."

"I'm not being a baby," Fred said petulantly.

"Look, Timmy, you don't have to take it out if you don't want to, but me
and Fred aren't gonna say anything. You don't have to be embarrassed in
front of us," my older cousin explained comfortingly.

"I don't think I wanna ... I don't want to get in trouble."

"But, ... aren't you afraid of coming in your pants?" Fred asked me, "I had
that happen once and it made a big ol' mess."

"I... I... I haven't come yet," I admitted reluctantly.

"Maybe you're not doing it right," Fred reasoned.

"Well, I've rubbed it and it's gotten real hard and then it gets all
tingly, but nothing comes out," I explained to my cousins.

"Hey, that's okay. I'm sure it won't be long before you come," Terry said
encouragingly.

"Yeah... I guess."

"Hey, Timmy, let me jerk you. I bet'cha I can make you come," Fred offered
in a gesture of friendship, "you don't even have to take it out of your
pants, I'll just do ya in your pocket."

I didn't know what to say. I was embarrassed that we were sitting around
talking about playing with my penis. But, I had thought of what would be
like to have another boy masturbate with me.

"Fred gives a pretty good hand job," Terry declared with a smile.

"Ok ... Okay," I agreed with a gulp.

"Great! Let's do it!" Fred said with boyish enthusiasm.

My younger cousin leaned over and slid his right hand into the pocket of my
shorts. These were this sort of shorts that you'd wear in the summer, the
kind for camping. They had large cargo pockets and so Fred had no trouble
reaching in and taking hold of my hard penis. Just having another boy touch
it made it stiffen painfully. My testicles felt extra tight.

My older cousin began leafing through the magazine, describing what was
happening in a lascivious narrative. His intention was obvious - to try and
make me come.

"Look at how juicy her cunt is. He's got her legs spread out so he can fuck
her."

Fred was going to work, jerking my cock determinedly.  His stroking wasn't
just working my dick over, when he jerked downward his hand jiggled my
balls in a very satisfying rhythmic way. Fred participated in the
narration, too, adding dirty and suggestive comments while fondling me.

"Look at how big his cock is!"

I was looking.

The engorged phallus was thick and obscenely laced with swollen veins. The
sight was overwhelming in its maleness to an innocent boy. Uncut, the
foreskin rolled back revealing a substantial, curving purple head already
adrip.

This was it. I knew this was the sex I wanted to see.

"Can you imagine getting rammed with that?" Fred asked.

I hadn't thought of it because I didn't know it was possible.

I did let slip a half-conscious affirmation, "Yeah..."

At this point Terry declared, "I'm gonna get my dick out."

He got up from the couch, put the magazine behind him, and started undoing
his pants. I looked over to Fred, he had stopped jerking when his brother
stood up, and he gave me a lusty smile. He caressed my crotch, my scrotum
especially, in a way that caused me to push my hips upward in an
unconscious movement of pleasure. My eyes closed and I gave a light gasp.

"Uhhn!"

I felt different somehow, like something was going to happen but I didn't
know what.

When I opened my eyes Terry was taking his place beside me. His pants were
open revealing his erect penis. It stood up straight and hard; a fine, cut
five inches. It was bigger than I expected. Involuntarily, I groaned at the
sight.

Terry took the magazine and reopened it. The next set of pictures showed
the woman bent over the couch with the man taking her from behind. Terry
started stroking his cock, a clear drop of moisture appeared at its tip.

"He's doing her doggy style! He's fucking her just like a dog," my older
cousin said with an edge of excitement in his voice.

He gave some determined strokes to his cock. I felt like, somehow, he was
doing it to mine. My nose curled and I panted - like a dog!

"Maybe he's fucking her in the ass," Fred suggested with dirty delight.

Something happened. My buttocks clenched and my hips rose from the couch. A
fiery jolt jumped from my tensed balls and shot up my cock.

"Innnggh!" I gasped desperately.

Again and again this exquisite pain came from my contracted scrotum and
burst from the end of my hard penis. I felt a wetness.

I had come for the first time.

Fred knew. He could feel it.

"You came, Timmy! You came!"

"Did you?" Terry asked in amazement.

"Yeah, I think I did," I said, dazed and dizzy.

"Awesome!"

I sat, sated and proud.  I wanted to have this feeling again and again.  I
wanted to do more of everything.  Now that I had come, I felt like doing
anything with my cousins.

"Do me now, Timmy!"  Fred requested eagerly.

"Okay," I readily agreed; I was up for everything having to do with sex!

Fred took about two seconds to slide his shorts and underwear down to his
ankles exposing his erection and his wrinkled, pink and gray scrotum.  My
younger cousin had a pointy spike of a penis.  It wasn't short, but
appeared smaller because of its thinness.  Also, it curved in a way that
was the opposite of mine; Fred had a natural downward curve nearing his
small wedge of a glans.

"Go ahead, do it just like I did you," Fred encouraged buoyantly.

I took my cousin's stiffy in my fingertips.  It was hard!  And yet, it was
springy, too.  I began a stroking action, sliding the taut skin up and down
delicately, no more than an inch, as Fred's penis was only about four
inches at most from base to tip.  I studied my cousin's penis with
wide-eyed wonder, like a sight never imagined by a traveler in a foreign
land.  His hairless scrotum was compact, a taut, washboard area of grey
edged by rosy pink.  Fred's just swelling gonads sat wide set at the root
of his prick; a few dark curls peeked out above the base.

"You can grab it harder, Timmy.  It ain't gonna break."

I came out of a trance.  Fred and his brother laughed.  I returned their
camaraderie with a sheepish grin.

"Lemme have the magazine, Terry, I'm close."

His brother passed him the worn, slightly faded pages and Fred flipped
through several of them to arrive at his personal pictorial highlight.

"This is the best," Fred explained, more to himself than to me or his
brother as he displayed a close up shot.  "You can see the guy's balls
bouncing off her asshole."

That was true.  I sat dumbfounded, not only from the proffered image, but
also because I never thought I would hear my church-going cousin say
anything like that, ever.

"Fred likes balls bouncing off assholes."

"Shut up, Terry," Fred responded with passing discomfiture and a quick look
of modesty that I didn't fully grasp at the time.  Fred turned to me.

"Finish me off, Timmy," my young cousin instructed, "Don't stop until I
tell you, okay?"

I nodded and went back to work on Fred's erection, I couldn't wait to see
his sperm shoot.  I loved seeing my cousin's erection and the feel of
another boy's cock was a thrill.  While Fred had his nose buried in the
magazine, Terry leaned over to watch me jacking his brother.  I guess he
found it stimulating, too.  He was breathing with a noticeable excitement
as he delicately handled his sprung rod.

My pinky slid across Fred's constricted pouch, touching the line that rose
up the center.

"Uhhn ..."

"You close?" Terry asked huskily.

"Yeah ... almost there ..."

"Don't stop, Timmy, whatever you do," Terry warned.

I applied myself to the task with a dedicated seriousness.  Fred's naked
bottom squirmed on the vinyl cushion with a distinct sticky sound as he
neared his come.  Terry and I waited; it was but a few moments before there
was a desperate declaration.

"I'm gonna shoot!"

My cousin clasped his thighs tightly together.  Fred's boner twitched in my
fingers.  One ... then, two ... quick watery spurts shot straight up,
splashing down on my cousin's smooth inner thighs.  The third eruption
didn't have the same height as the first two and fell short of the others
into a pocket formed by Fred's crotch, wetting his contracted boysack.  The
last squirt merely dribbled down over my fingers.  Fred's boner twinged a
few more times before he told me to stop jerking.

"Okay ... you can stop now, Timmy ... Whew! That was good!"

Fred put the magazine aside and reached down, scooping the small puddle
onto his fingers.  He held them for me to see before wiping them on the
side of his leg.  He smeared the rest around, letting it mostly disappear.

My jerking Fred must've gotten his brother fired up because Terry stood up
and dropped his shorts to his ankles and tugged his boxers below his newly
fuzzed balls.  He immediately went to work before us with a practiced hand.

"Watch this!" Terry demanded.

I did and so did Fred.

Terry had taken a firm grasp of his teenage cock with his right hand and
wasted no time aggressively beating his meat. He was jerking so hard that
his balls were slapping up and down against his hand. I thought he was
going to hurt himself. Terry looked down at his hand and then over to us on
the couch. Terry's mouth hung open and he looked like he was in pain. He
arched his neck back, and gazed up to the ceiling like he was expecting
angels from on high. His hips pushed forward, displaying his cock to our
greedy eyes. The fat head was flushed red and the thick rim was as purple
as a Concord grape.

"I'm ... I'm getting close."

I stared with a rapt attention waiting for my cousin's come.

Terry grunted.

"Watch him shoot," Fred said beside me on the couch, "He comes buckets!"

Right on cue, Terry loudly declared, "Okay! It's coming!"

I watched as my cousin slowly pumped three strong white ropes of jizz
several inches into the air one after the other. These eruptions happened
as if in slow motion before my marveling eyes. All three of us looked down
to the splatters on the dusty concrete floor.

"That was awesome, Terry!"  I enthusiastically complimented my eldest
cousin.

Terry, although sweaty and panting, looked well pleased with himself. He
dropped his now not as hard up erection and shook his wrist, flinging the
few drips of teenage jizz that still clung to his fingers. Terry smeared
the load at his feet with the foot of his sneaker, hiding the evidence.

"I told you he could come a lot," Fred said, proud of his older brother.

I felt excited. My penis was half hard again. I wanted to do more with my
cousins. I blurted my desire out loud.

"Can we do more?"

Terry and Fred gave each other a look.  Turning to me, Terry spoke.

"We can do more if you want."

"Like what, Terry, like what?"  I asked elatedly.  I wanted more sex.

"Well ...," Terry hesitated.  He looked at his younger brother.

"Sometimes Freddy and me ..."

"Terry!" Fred yelled out, "Don't tell!"

"C'mon, Fred!  Do you want to have fun or not?" Terry argued, obviously
annoyed by Fred's desire to keep a secret.

The way Fred was protesting, I wondered what that secret could be.

"You said you never tell," Fred complained desperately.

"I'm not telling," Terry asserted, "Timmy isn't going to say anything, are
you Timmy?"

I nodded.

"Terry, please!"

Fred begged, but I could see that an older brother's timeless prerogative
had already determined the outcome of this argument in Terry's favor.

"I'll let you go first," Terry offered up as a consoling compensation to
his younger brother.

Fred didn't answer, resentfully pouting.  Terry turned to me.

"Timmy ...," Terry was looking for the right words, "there are other ways
guys can fool around.  A guy can ... well ... a guy can put his dick in
another guy's butt."

It took a moment for me to process what my older cousin had said.

"Wha ... What?"

"A guy can put his dick in another guy's butt," my cousin repeated.

Naturally enough, I must've had an uncomprehending look on my face.  Terry
continued with his elucidation of anal sodomy.

"You see, one guy bends over and the other guy slides his dick in and pumps
in and out like he's fucking.  It feels great.  Me and Fred do it all the
time."

I looked over to Fred who pressed his lips together and looked away from my
searching gaze.  I knew what the secret was.

Terry continued, "It feels sooo good, Timmy.  We can do it now if you want.
Trust me, it's totally worth it."

Needless to say, innocent as I was, I was taken by surprise by this
information.  Simply, I thought to myself that if my cousins were doing it,
it must be okay.  Besides, I wanted to do anything more I could do to have
more sex thrills.

"What do I do?"

Terry smiled with delight and Fred looked less humiliated.

"Get up."

I followed Terry's directions.

"Drop your pants down to your ankles and lean over the arm of the couch,"
Terry instructed.

I did as I was told and dropped my shorts and jockeys down to my socks. I
noticed the wetness in the pouch of my Jockey shorts from my first come as
I took my underwear down.  My penis twitched sympathetically.  I bent over
the arm of the couch and my boyhood, slightly sticky from my first come,
pressed into the cool, worn vinyl.

"Stick your ass up higher, Timmy," Terry instructed.  I complied.

"Okay, Freddy," Terry called on his younger brother.

"What if Dad comes down Terry?" Fred questioned with genuine concern.

"I'll listen by the stairs and signal if any one comes near the door.
C'mon, we don't want to take too much time," Terry hurried his brother on
as he went to the small basement window, checked outside, and then went his
listening post near the stairs.  Terry watched us from there.

Fred got down to it.  He spread my ass cheeks and spit in my crack; I could
feel it dripping slowly down.  He used two of his fingers and rubbed them
between my butt cheeks and over my pucker.  When he pushed against my
rosebud, I tightened up for a second.

"I'm going to put it in," Fred informed me in a low voice.

I felt his dick touch the sensitive rim.  Fred pressed forward and, after a
second, my ring gave way and the head of Fred's circumcised penis went in.
It felt weird, but good.  It wasn't another second before Fred slid his
dick all the way in.

He paused for a moment before he began sliding his thin rod in and out.  It
was an odd feeling to have. It gave me a sense of some sort of energy
flowing between us.  I braced myself with my arms on the couch cushions
against Fred's steady pushes against my smooth bottom.

Terry whispered loudly from near the stairs, "Is it good?"

I thought he was asking me.  Just as I went to answer, Fred did the same.

"Yeahh ... Yeah," our voices overlapped.

Fred's voice had the sound of delighted, breathless satisfaction.  Mine
reflected the dawning realization of a possibility of pleasure that I had
not conceived of before that moment.

"Don't take too long, okay?  I want to get my turn, too," Terry said with a
lustful impatience.

"I'm gettin' real close, Terry."

Fred was keyed up and his thrusting became more determined.  The primal
rhythm aroused me; my penis had fully erected again and was rubbing against
the wrinkled vinyl of the couch, made slightly slick from the moist remains
of my first ejaculation.

"Uhh ..."

Fred was grabbing my hips hard, centering me on his stiff boner.  I could
see Terry near the stairs, all thoughts of listening forgotten, his eyes
wild watching his younger brother taking me from behind.

"I ... I think I'm gonna ... Cu-uhhm ... Nnngh!"

Fred pounded into me erratically.  He huffed like he was having a seizure.

"Nnggh ... Uh ... Uh ... Uhhh ..."

I felt Fred's stiffness jerking inside me.  It was almost as if, deep down,
my penis was pulsing in unison with his.  Finally, Fred finished with a
satisfied sigh.

"Mmmm ..."

My twelve year old cousin collapsed on my back.  I could hear him panting
in my ear.

Terry wasted no time in rushing over to the couch.

"Let me, now," Terry said hurriedly, more to his brother than to me.

"In a sec," Fred said with a muffled annoyance, obviously not wanting to
move just yet.

"C'mon, get up!  I want to make sure I get my turn."

"Okay, okay!"

Fred reluctantly pushed himself off of my back.  His softening erection
slithered from my butt.

"Go check the window again and then listen at the stairs," Terry ordered
his little brother.

I saw Freddy pull his shorts and underpants over his drooping willy as he
headed across the basement.  Still enjoying the afterglow of being taken by
my younger cousin, I lay across the arm of the couch.  I watched as Terry
quickly dropped his tented shorts.  His rod was up again and ready for
action. The purple helmet glistened.

Terry got in position behind me.  He put his cockhead to my now
no-longer-virgin hole.  Terry pushed and it slid around erratically, it
wasn't going in like Fred's did.

"I've got to put it in, Timmy," Terry insisted with an urgency that
wouldn't be denied.

He got the head to stay put and pressed forcefully, which only made my
butthole try to clamp shut.

"Open up, Timmy."

"I'm ... I'm trying."

I was trying, but the priapic ardor of my aroused older cousin would not be
denied. His thick glans pushed its way in.

My breath caught, white spots floated before my eyes, it was pain like I'd
never felt before.  It seemed as if Terry was trying to shove a baseball up
my ass.

"Ohh! Oh! Ohh! Terry! Take it out! It hurts!" I pleaded, my high-pitched
voice echoing off the basement cinderblock.

"Shut up!" Terry said loudly with alarm and then, somewhat more quietly,
"Do you want them to hear?"

I shared his fear of being discovered, but my stretched ring burned with
searing agony. My eyes welled with tears.

"Ohh ... It hurts!" I whined.

Leaning over my older cousin tried to persuade me in a gentler tone.

"C'mon, you took Freddy's, you can do this," my older cousin cajoled.

I was trying to keep from crying. All I could do was iterate the nature of
my painful state.

"It hurts."

"Just give it a minute, and it won't hurt as much," Terry predicted.

"Innhh ...," was the only response I could muster.

Terry waited as long as a thirteen-year-old boy could with his rampant
boner buried in a hot, tight anus. The pain had lessened a little, that was
until Terry started to slowly pump.  All I could do was groan at being
taken by my older cousin's cock.

Terry leaned down with his full weight on my back. His hands reached around
and started grasping my chest. In a way he was kind of feeling me up which
was gross, but I was still in so much discomfort that I didn't have too
much time to think about it. Even more gross, Terry was sweating profusely
and his smooth body was sliding messily against mine.

"Oh, Timmy!  You're so tight," Terry exclaimed breathily.

A couple of tears fell from my eyes as I winced from the pain of my older
cousin's ramrod.  But, somehow I knew Terry was in ecstasy.  I felt a
strange satisfaction giving myself to him.

"I can't hold it much longer," Terry groaned out loud.

My cousin lifted himself from my back and began slow, controlled thrusts,
forcing himself deep.  I whimpered uncontrollably; the rigid rod burned as
it repeatedly penetrated my aching anus.

"Oh, Terry!  Ohhh!"

My moans sent Terry over the edge.  He started pumping frantically.

"Uhhn!  Timmy!  Oh, fuck!"

I couldn't catch my breath.  Terry was so out of control I thought he might
slide completely out of my butt.  Suddenly, he lost his rhythm.

"I'm coming!" my eldest cousin cried out, rearing up to ejaculate as deeply
as he possibly could.

I let out an inadvertent gasp as I took his rampant phallus' full length.

"Ohhh!"

Terry had stopped pumping, stiffly frozen as he ejaculated.  I felt his
engorged member throbbing in my rectum as he emptied his teenaged seed.

I waited, bent over the arm of the couch, hearing Terry's heavy breathing
as he recovered from his climax.  I hung my head, snuffling uncried tears
through my nose.  It didn't entirely work and I had to reach up and wipe my
face with my hand.  Fred, from his vantage point at the foot of the stairs,
could see my tear-stained face; I was terribly embarrassed.

Finished, Terry slid his softening shaft from my ass; my stretched ring
burned.  As the head plopped free, I felt the cool basement air sting the
raw opening.  It pulsed with discomfort.

"Get a towel from the pile," Terry ordered his younger brother, "No ... get
two."

Fred scampered to the work bench and grabbed two old towels, bringing them
back to Terry.

"Go check to make sure everyone is still on the patio," Terry told his
little brother.  He threw a towel in my direction and started to wipe
himself off.

Oh my God!  I forgot about our parents outside.  I was panicky.  What if
they heard?  How could I explain myself?

I began wiping myself hurriedly.  I must've looked freaked out because
Terry told me to relax, no one was going to find out.

"Everybody's still talking," Fred reported back.

"Get dressed Timmy," Terry directed, "Fred, make sure the magazine gets put
away."

"Okay, Terry."

We straightened up everything we could, the couch, our clothes.  Terry and
Fred asked if I was okay and I said yes – I had wiped away my tears by
then.  Fred asked if I was sore.  I nodded yes, self-consciously.  He said
that I would be okay after a day.

We all agreed that we had the best time we ever had - ever.  When we
finally went out to the patio I still must've looked a little disheveled
because my aunt asked Terry if we had been "roughhousing."  We said no.

You might be wondering, did we ever revisit our basement escapades again?
Thanksgiving was the next time our families got together and, all I can say
is, turkey wasn't the only thing that was eaten and enjoyed.


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This was another story that languished unfinished for quite a while.  It
wasn't meant to be this long a narrative, but that is what it took to tell
the story.  What do you think, too lengthy?  Worth it?