Date: Thu, 15 May 2008 18:24:35 -0400 From: Sean E Subject: My Road of Lifes Discoveries - Ch 8 Discoveries on My Journey of Life EKidKy - :o) AUTHOR'S NOTE: Again, thanks for the patience everyone; it's been really hectic here the last couple of weeks as I just finished end-of-term exams. As always, the usual warning is in place - if you should not be reading this - then don't. Otherwise, if you've been reading the other chapters, you know what to (sort of) expect... --------------------- --- Chapter Eight --- I guess when it comes to family - brothers, cousins, in-laws, whatever - different people have a different perspective on how they perceive one another. Even then, what one person perceives of someone isn't always reflected back in the same manner. There is always an added layer of complexity to deal with, too, that - when it comes to trust - how much trust you can put in, like a cousin or someone, to not go off and broadcast to the rest of the family or the world that you're, uh, weird or something. A lot of times I go back to that fateful night that Jeremy was playing with me in my bath tub, and I wonder what had been going through his mind. For my part, I'll say this again - when it all started I didn't mind it that bad. I wasn't exactly a shy person at that age, or even so much as modest. I think that was evident in the way I told him that night he could come in to use the bathroom, and in the fact that at first, when he was looking at me and started "feeling me up" I didn't really have that much of an inhibition. Still, it was a first-time experience; something I had never even remotely came close to before. I didn't have those cousins or friends growing up that did the proverbial "I'll show you mine if you show me yours", or play doctor, house, whatever. Not that it was a bad thing, just something I was very nieve and ignorant about - and what could you really expect from an 8-yr old kid, right? I know there are stories here and there that try to imply that kids at that age have a lot more knowledge about such things, a lot more experiences - whether fantasy or not. Well, for me though, I didn't have that kind of an environment, not by a long shot. Until Jeremy showed up that one weekend, I could have cared less about my body in any way - other than, of course, the usual pains and aches you get into when you're a kid. On this particular weekend, as we ate breakfast that morning, my emotions were riding in a very high state; not since the time I had spent with Cody had I ever really let myself feel like I had the night before. Some people might think that sounds weird, especially to me as I write all of this, trying to recall everything as close and as accurate as I can remember. Of course I was more educated, and I knew stuff then I didn't know just a few short years before. I mean, that's life, right? That what kids do as they grow up, they learn and become more independent, making themselves individuals, ready to face the world someday. I just hadn't figured I would ever get to feel, to hold anyone like that again, to really believe inside that someone would like me or trust me that way. I wasn't going to *perv* on anyone, for fear of the rejection or humiliation that could come from it. I probably could have looked harder than I did, probably could have messed around some, but I just didn't. That morning I was elated, happy and excited, and at the same time I remember it hit me that Timmy was actually making little advances to me. It was either that or he was going out of his way to impress upon me how much he really did trust me, and that made me feel really good inside, in a weird sort of way. I remember some of our conversations online up to that point, and I think some of how he reacted and all didn't surprise me too much, while others nearly floored me. Before I ever arrived that weekend, I had opened up to him a little - he had sort of dragged some of it out of me at times - and because I valued our friendship so much insofar as family went, I didn't want to lie to him about anything. If I ever came close, I mostly just stopped short of any of the sex stuff or feelings that I felt. I told him about Cody and me as best friends, and some of the stuff we had talked about and done together - just not the intimate stuff. Everything else I lay on the line with him. I didn't hide anything when it came to my Mom and Dad, the kids giving me a rough time in school. Tim seemed really interested in me sometimes, often asking me questions I simply could not answer for myself: why did Mom and Dad divorce? Why did Mom blow up at me about the cam? Was I a wimp or something, or else why did the kids pick on me so much? He was kind of a nosy kid sometimes, but he always struck me as being pretty good hearted, and he always backed off if I seemed to hesitate anything, always saying he was sorry, thinking he had gone too far. That was a part of why I gave in so much. Whenever he apologized he looked really embarrassed, and I always felt kind of sorry for him, even though I always told him it was okay, that he could ask me anything he wanted to, anytime he wanted. He was a lone kid like me - no brothers or sisters, nobody to talk to about some things. He even told me he and his friends talked about some stuff, but they always thought he was either too mushy or too nosy, or they wanted to get into things he could care less about. So when it came to certain subjects, he was all ears - and I granted him his little audience I guess, letting him chat about everything under the sun. That's how I found out there were these two girls he really liked, but he was really shy around them. He was always asking me how he should approach them, how should he talk to them, ask them things and stuff like that. I didn't have a clue - litterally - but I didn't want to deny him the trust he was putting in me. I knew when I was his age how much it meant to me having someone to talk to, and he was pretty much in the same boat. I told him up front when I didn't know something, but that we could always talk through anything he wanted to. I always told him what I felt, what it seemed to me was right. In the end, I always told him I was just me, that I couldn't be in his shoes or anything, not like with his friends, his feelings or anything like that. He respected that and we built our relationship on that. I think he knew how I felt though, being pretty much alone and all, but I don't think he ever thought of me as being weird or gay or anything. I can't explain it exactly, but the bottom line was he never teased me about that stuff, or the fact I never talked with him about girls. I even admitted to him that a few times Cody spent the night, that we would cuddle some - not like gay cuddle or anything, but still just be close and safe, sometimes hugging or whatnot. He didn't scrunch his face up or anything to that, which I was forever thankful for. If anything, he just asked me what it was like. I told him I couldn't describe it - that some things in life were just that way, that in the privacy of a moment it felt like you were protected, that you were sharing some kind of feeling, some kind of trust with someone who wasn't afraid to share it back with you. I held my breath at that, and the wait for his reply was putting me on edge like never before until he answered me back. He was satisfied with that description, that explanation - he even said he thought it was 'cool', and when he did he was smiling. I let out a big breath afterwards, and was thankful for the blessing in it. Tim was alright in my book, to be 12 yrs old and have as much empathy as he had. The night we had just spent together amplified those feelings all over again, and at the breakfast table I must have just been dreaming or something. More than once Dad raised an eyebrow, my seeming attention drifting at times away from the table. He never said anything, not directly anyway, and at one point I figured I was going to have to settle in. Tim was in a pretty good mood, and it showed in the enthusiasm in his voice, and the way he bounced around the kitchen at times. After a time Dad turned to us and asked, "So, what do you boys want to do today?" Tim answered first before I even got a chance to think about it much. "Um, I got a game today at 1:30, so I thought maybe Sean would like to go with me, maybe afterwards we could just hang around the rink and skate a while." He looked at me, the question hanging in the air. "Well, sure, I'll go to the game, but ummm... I don't know how to skate," I answered, blushing. He laughed. "Oh... you ever roller skate then? or skateboard?" My embarrassment got deeper. "Umm, no..." Dad looked up from his paper and turned to Tim. "Sean probably doesn't have a lot of opportunity to do that sort of thing at home. I don't remember there being a rink or anything around there since I was a kid." Tim's eyes got a faraway expression, and then almost immediately he split into a grin. "AAhhhh... Oh well, it doesn't matter, if you're game, we can still have some fun with the guys and everything." I shrugged my shoulders and looked at Dad. He raised another eyebrow and I hesitated, voicing my thoughts to him. "It doesn't leave us much time though, does it?" Dad laughed. "You two go ahead, we'll have plenty of time when Tim starts back in school. You're here for a whole week, remember?" I grinned and nodded. Tim said "Great!" and we went on for a bit, him telling us about his team and the game, who they were playing, what it was like. I found it a little interesting, as I had never really watched or understood a hockey game in that much detail before, and before long both Dad and I were asking questions, listening to what some of the rules were, how teams played in leagues, etc. What I remember most was, given his enthusiasm, Tim played the role of the jock really well - but was still pretty subdued about it. Not once did he ever try to act macho or say anything about how good he was (or not). He was pretty modest in that respect, and it didn't look forced or anything, just like it was him and his personality. Later that morning, we left for his house where Dad dropped us off, telling us he would pick us up later that evening, and that we would all go out to eat afterwards. The rest of the day went by like a blur to me. When we got to Tim's house, we just barely had enough time for him to get ready before we had to leave for the game, and he wasted no time shedding his clothes and getting into his gear. He even packed some more clothes to change into afterwards before we went out the door, his Mom rushing us to the game. His Dad was working that day, so he probably wouldn't be there, and his Mom told us that although she would be there for most of the game, she would probably have to leave before it ended. She worked in real estate (I think) and had some sort of appointment she had to keep for that evening. Tim didn't seem to mind, and from some of our past online chats, I knew they supported him pretty well, being at most of his games and stuff. When we arrived, we headed straight for the locker room, him dragging me inside with him even as I hesitated and whispered "I can't go in there with you guys Tim!" I was introduced to his coach and his friends as his "Cousin from Kentucky", and for the most part they all acknowledged and welcomed me there. Some of the guys were in the process of changing clothes, but didn't seem to mind my presence, and of course with all the flurry of the moment, I didn't really spend any time watching them. The coach gave them their pep-talk, made some last-minute assignments and changes, and then ushered all of us out onto the floor. Since he and I didn't have on any skates, he led me through to the "box" while the others went out into the rink to warm up. A sizable crowd was surprisingly already there, many of them parents, friends and family of the players on the various teams, wildly cheering them on. I remember asking Tim's coach if he wanted me to sit behind the box or anything, and he just told me it would be okay to stay with them as long as I didn't get in the way of the guys coming in or going back out onto the floor. I watched Tim closely for a while, kind of thrilled to be there and be a part of this thing that was so much a part of his life. I didn't know a lot about the game other than what we learned talking that morning, but I knew from watching all of them they got a lot of exercise. It probably explained how he - along with everyone else - was so physically fit overall. Moving from one side of the arena to the other, the occasional scuffle between the opposing teams, the hard fought scores - everything was much like the movies and what few games I did see on TV. In the end, they all worked up an unmistakable sweat, and when the final buzzer sounded, they were crestfallen to have lost the game 3 to 2. I knew they were disappointed, but they seemed to have a good attitude about them as they lined up, exchanged the customary handshakes, high-fives, whatever with the other team, and then one by one each team left the rink to return to the locker room. Once again I hesitated, and was starting to go out into the bleachers, but Tim caught me and pulled me inside with him. Once we were in the locker room, the coach gave the usual pep talk, saying it was still a great game, that they just had a few lousy breaks was all. He established the next practice for the following Wednesday after school, then left everyone to their own accord. Some of the kids had parents waiting outside, so they just left straight away; some of them started taking their equipment off, including Tim, so to be fair I just sort of sat down facing him in his corner, straddling one of the benches with my back to the others. I noticed he was pretty reserved while he changed, using me as a shield I think to separate him from the other guys. I remember thinking, 'Wow, he really is shy!' but it made me feel good he wasn't that way to me, because he looked at me a time or two, smiling, trying to hurry up, but yet stood really close while he changed. After a while, some of his buddies gathered round and started talking about what they were going to do. Tim piped up and said that he and I were going back out on the ice, that he was going to watch and laugh his ass off while I tried to learn how to skate. The others laughed at that, then started talking with me a little, just idle chit-chat about where I was from, what I was into, stuff like that. Before long, one of them came up to me and put his foot up next to mine. He made a comment that he figured our shoe size was pretty close, then he offered to let me wear his skates for a while. I was surprised, but sure enough they fit perfectly, and afterwards a couple of them helped Tim in getting me from the locker room back out onto the floor. It was... okay, an interesting experience. As you can imagine, I fell a lot - much to the amusement of the guys and a few others who had hung around after the game. Eventually though, they started holding me up and helping me learn how to balance myself, and before long I actually could skate short distances in a straight, well, mostly straight line. It ended up being a lot of fun, and for a while time seemed to just float on by. I noticed Dad had come into the arena at some point with my uncle, Tim's dad, and they both were sitting up in the stands, watching us for a while. Eventually, I was beginning to get sore - not just from the falling, but from exercising a lot of muscles in learning to balance and everything as well. Before long Tim said we should probably start getting ready to go, so we said bye to the few guys who were still hanging around, and headed back to the locker room, where I put the borrowed skates back into a locker. I even found a notepad and wrote a quick word of thanks before we closed it up. I looked at Tim as we were getting our shoes back on, and I noticed both of us were almost ringing wet. It made me realize once again how much exertion it had taken on us, and doubly so for him since he had played all out in the game. He caught me looking at him and just grinned. "Well, was it fun?" "You better believe it!" was my quick reply, grinning back at him. We left, found our Dads in the stands and headed outside to the Blazer. Before long we were on the road, and Dad was asking if we wanted to go out for a steak or get pizza tonight. Now, you have to understand - Mom makes a really mean homemade pizza that is out of this world, so that was pretty normal for us. We didn't eat out much, even for fast food, mostly because it was just expensive and because she never thought of it as being very healthy. It's not like we didn't eat out any - every once in a while we treated ourselves to something a little different, but steaks were almost a taboo. The only times I got to have those were often when I came to visit Dad. I think he made it a point to always take me out and try different things, always taking me places where I didn't really get to go. He loved doing that and every once in a while he would always give me a little money and tell me to take Mom out somewhere, too. That's one thing I loved so much about Dad too - it's not that he had a lot of money, just that he was always trying to do stuff for me and making me feel appreciated. I remember looking at Tim and he shrugged his shoulders. I knew he probably was a pizza kind of kid, so I hesitated, not sure what to say. He finally piped up for us both. "How about we get steak tonight and maybe a pizza tomorrow?" I could have hugged that kid on the spot, but I kept myself in check, instead grinning at him in response to the quizzical look on his face. Dad saw my grin, then laughed. "Okay, okay..." Before long we pulled into a Sizzler (I think that's what it was called), and the four of us went inside. All of us ended up ordering steaks that night - even Tim, who I knew wasn't that big on red meat (and neither was I really, except for cheeseburgers), but who once again surprised me as not only did he order it - he finished it faster than the rest of us! We all chatted and laughed, listening to stories about Dad or my uncle from their days of growing up together. I wish I could remember some of them now, but the nostalgia just wasn't there I guess, nothing stood out to me that much other than remembering some of it was pretty cool. Once again Tim asked if he could spend the night, and his Dad got that amused look on his face. "I figured you would get around to that sometime tonight," he said with a bit of laughing. "I already spoke with your mother about it and yes, you can." He was thunderstruck, almost speechless for a moment before he let out a mini-yelp and gave me a high-five. Both our Dads just laughed, with mine making the comment "These two are almost becoming inseparable, you know?" Tim's Dad just smiled and nodded. It was about 7:30 that night when we left the restaurant, and surprisingly both Tim and I were really tired, even though it wasn't all that late. We stopped at a grocery to get some milk and stuff, and then turned toward Tim's house. As soon as we dropped off his Dad, we headed home and Dad told us to go up and try to not make so much racket wrestling tonight. I giggled, thinking he must have heard our little scuffle the night before, but it was all cool. We both climbed the stairs, and I noticed Dad turned out the lights after putting the groceries away, heading for his bedroom. We got to the top of the steps and entered our room, where I immediately flopped on the bed and just lay there, not moving a muscle. Timmy joined me and for a few minutes we looked at each other before I finally spoke. "That was cool watching you play today." He nodded, but said nothing. I finally pushed up and told him I was going to get in the shower, that I felt hot and sticky. He nodded again, and rolled over onto his back, kicking his shoes off into the floor and then watching me. I got some fresh briefs and another t-shirt from my bag and sat back down on the edge of the bed, my back to him, kicking off my own shoes and socks. I pulled off my shirt and belt, and placed them on the dresser with my watch. I could see in the mirror he was watching, and in one way I was kind of thrilled with it. I wasn't quite as nervous as I was the night before now, having been around each other had made us drop some of that awkwardness, I think. It was a lot easier for me this time when I stood up and decided to just unbutton and drop my jeans in front of him again, for the second time that weekend. I kicked them off and turned and went into the bathroom, knowing full well his eyes were on me, but I honestly didn't care - not because I was trying to be sexy or anything like that, but because he had showed so much trust to me that weekend, I was just trying to give some back. I started the water in the shower, adjusted the temperature, and dropped my briefs to the floor. After putting my glasses on the vanity I just got in, pulling the curtain up around me. I never closed the door or anything, and after rounding the doorway, I never saw Tim's face from that point onward. As the water hit me, I felt a lot the aches and bruises I had acquired for the day start to diminish. The hot water was soothing, really making me feel a lot better, so much so I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes for a minute, soaking it all in. How long I stood there I do not know, but I do know I was completely oblivious to anything going on around me, I heard nothing but the sound of shower and its steady stream hitting me. I remember though getting a funny feeling - one of those sixth sense feelings, kind of like a tickle at the back of your head, making you aware of something, and it caused me to open my eyes and look around. There stood Tim, inside the tub with me, pulling the curtain back in place around us. I was in shock, and he quickly put a finger to his lips, quietly hushing me and making sure I didn't make a sound. I thought about covering myself up for a split second, then decided what was the use; I nodded I understood, watching him come up closer, fully naked and with a fully hard boner - so hard that, even though I didn't drop my eyes down to look at him, I could tell it was pointing not outward, but upward at us. He smiled, I think waiting to see what I would do or say. There was no point in my questioning him about any of it; I didn't ask him if he was sure about this or anything, because there he was, in front of me. I smiled back, then giggled ever so softly, to which he giggled back, then stepped up close to me under the water. I saw him shut his eyes as the water started trickling down over his head, and when we were so close, both his "Little Tim" and my "Little Sean" - which was not quite so little anymore, trust me - started bumping and almost kissing with each other on their sides. I'm not sure which of my emotions were more prevalent at that moment. I was paralyzed I think, still in shock at the fact he was doing this. This was NOT like some after-game event, or after-gym thing where guys grab a shower before returning to the real world. In those cases, lots of guys ignored each other's nakedness I think, or at least didn't let it show for fear of being typecast as a queer or worse. This was me and my cousin, a younger cousin at that, testing ourselves I guess, but certainly it was being initiated by him more so than me. I was happy, curious and everything rolled up into one. Since the night he mooned me on the cam, I had wondered what he might be like - and now I was finding out. He reached beside me after a minute and took the soap bar and a washcloth from a nearby shelf. Lathering it up, I watched him, mesmerized, still not lowering my eyes to what I wanted to see, but still taking him in. Instead of soaping himself up though, he took the cloth and started washing my chest and shoulders, under my arms, everywhere he could reach on my upper body, which surprised in another way. He had me turn around at one point and did the same to my back, even moving down on my butt and pushing into my crack a little, before dropping to his knees and continuing up and down my legs. He turned me around again, and he looked at my now fully hard cock up close, glancing up and grinning at me. There was a silent question crossing his face, and I think he was waiting for permission or something. I grinned at him, and in answer I spread my legs and nodded. It was all he needed as he started pushing his hand up between my thighs, and between the washcloth and his bare hands, he cupped and cleaned everything in my groin, using care around my nuts and rubbing my stiff member. I almost closed my eyes as the second person in my life to ever hold me, ever sort of just play with my privates, did his thing. As I watched him though we was amazed at my sin and uncut-ness, and I was reminded of another time and another certain boy who had been that way with me as well. Of course, him handling me was making me even harder, and I started to pulse and throb a little. He didn't really handle me in a sexual way I think, other than he did once sort of pull back on my skin a couple of times, but each time he stopped only after so far, obviously unsure. Eventually he let go of me and stood up, handing me the bar of soap and washcloth, then took his place under the stream of water. He raised both hands to the sky and waited for me, and I was thinking it was really cool. Whatever the reason though I wasn't really sure of myself, and I got really nervous and shaky again as I soaped up the cloth, then tried to do him as he had with me. It was obvious I wasn't handling it very well, because I felt clumsy at times, dropping the soap or knocking off a bottle from the shelf. At one point, he took his hand on top of mine when I was on his belly, and he just held me there for a second, not saying a word, but looking at me and smiling. I wasn't sure why, but for some reason it calmed me down, and when he let go and I continued, I felt a lot better about what I was doing. When I dropped to my knees, I went all around his mid-section, avoiding my prize - mostly because it wasn't mine, not what I had expected anyway. I sneaked little looks here and there, but I concentrated more on relaxing and taking my time, being patient as I finished with his feet. When I looked back up at him, into his eyes, I only had one last area to go. He returned his gaze back down at me and took my hand, putting it right on his shaft, right on this thing that was pointing almost straight up. It was so hard to my touch, throbbing and pulsing, waiting for me I think. He smiled as he whispered to me, "Go on, I did you, so do me." He kept holding my hand there until I looked at him and nodded, grinning, then he let go and closed his eyes. I took a deep breath and then I did it - I looked at him up close; I finally took into view something I had not done in a long, long time again. With my hand I gently felt around him, knowing it was now or never to explore what he was like. I didn't need my glasses; I was close enough to make out every little detail about him. It was so cool looking at his hardness in front of me, the way it stood almost staright up without any help. It had a slight curve to it, with a cut crown shining and peeking out at me. I could only imagine how much blood had to fill him inside in order for it to pint skyward like it did; in all the porn I had seen - which wasn't much, mind you, so maybe that's why it surprised me like it did - I had never seen any dick do like his was doing. Without using the washcloth, I lathered my hand up well and gently cupped his nuts, which hung loosely underneath. I heard him gasp when I did that, and smiled because I knew how it had felt to me my first time. Could this be the same for Tim? I didn't know. I leaned in and lifted them, looking underneath a little, and noticed his nuts were different than mine. Not only just loose and low hung, but the scrotum was thin-like, and his marbles seem to be more profound inside. I could actually catch a faint scent of him while I was there, and I wished I could have gotten more; I played with them a little, definitely more sexually than just washing or cleaning, and I looked up at his face at times to find his eyes remaining closed. He didn't care, he was enjoying it, and you could see that peaceful expression on his face. If I hadn't been afraid of crossing a line with him, I might have even sucked him right then, you know, given him a kind of full experience. I couldn't do it though, not then. He might not have cared, but I cared - he was my cousin, and I did not want to perv on him like one had once done to me. When I moved up to his raging hard member, I used my bare hand to go up and down it a couple of times, before finally letting the water rinse it off. If I were guessing, he had about 4.5" of cool hardness there, where his crown was pulled back so tight the tip was displayed like an arrowhead almost. My own dick was skinny, but it was a lot thicker than his, and of course I was 15 at the time, so it was probably between 5-5.5" or so. Being older had allowed me to mature a little more than he was, but even so, I was not as developed as most teens my age. I heard him gasp again, and he started getting weak in his knees at my touch. I took my thumb and played over the end a little, then worked my way up to his pubes. They were oh soft feeling, even while wet, almost shiny and totally black in color, compared to my own reddish-brown. They were not thick, but they were bunched all at the top of his crotch, telling me he had been developing for a while but was still in the process of maturing. I remember my fingers ran through them, even though the soap had pretty much been washed away by then. I was looking, feeling, exploring him up close, doing everything short of jacking him off, and thinking it was really cool. The amount of time I spent doing it all was way past the amount of time Tim spent with me, but that was okay. This wasn't about trying to spend equal time or effort, it was about exploring, and he didn't mind me exploring at all. I looked at him finally and saw that he was looking back down at me, grinning. There was no question I was much more sexual about it all than he had been, but I didn't care at that point, because he enjoyed it as much as I did. I tugged on his raging member one last time, pushing him around so I could do his back. This time, he turned and spread his legs, but I was much calmer, and I did a much better job at it as he had done me. I washed his butt, down in his crack and between his legs, and he spread his legs extra wide to accept me there as well. I remember even feeling his butt hole a little, and giggled for no apparent reason. He liked it though, shaking his butt at me a little, before we both laughed and I finally stood up. I turned him one last time to face me, grinning and giggling as he was doing me the same way. I leaned back against the wall, in full view of him, reached down and pulled the skin back on my cock, kind of finishing up what he really didn't do - probably didn't even know to do. It was everything I could do to keep from bursting out laughing when I saw the look on his face. As he watched me, his eyes bugged out and grew wide with amazement as my crown appeared and, for the most part, looked just like his. When my skin retracted - if there is such a word considering the raging boner I had stretching everything to the gills - it still covered me back up and left some on the end. He reached out then, touched me, pulled it back again for himself like he had seen me do, obviously fascinated by it. I knew then what would be cool for him, having done it a few times and watched those same expressions cross Cody's face. I stepped back ever so slightly as he let go, and pushed his boner down to meet mine face to face - or in this case, head to head - so they could sort of "kiss". He was so hard though, so stiff I couldn't keep it down completely, and I had to get his help to hold it while I brought us together. The only difference though is I pulled my skin back as we touched again, before letting it go and pulling it up and over his crown, engulfing him as far as my skin would let me. He gasped and pushed forward, making our crowns press hard against each other. He took over holding the end of my skin and cirlced his fingers around it, clamping it down on his cock and pulling as much from me as I would give him. I gasped too, because he was feeling everything about me, inside of me, and the sensations it sent through me were electrifying. We did this for what had to be 2-3 minutes before he let go, looking up at me and grinning that silly grin of his, from ear to ear. He leaned up and whispered in my ear, "That is fucking awesome Sean!" I giggled at his curse, not use to hearing it from him, then whispered in his ear "I know!" We turned off the water and just stood there for a second, looking at each other. I was going to hug him almost, but instead I finally mouthed the words 'Thank you' to him, and he immediately pushed a finger to my lips, shaking his head, and whispered in my ear "We're not done yet." He pulled the curtain back, grabbed a towel, and quickly dried me off, to which I returned the favor. We were both still hard as he turned and climbed out of the tub, gently pulling me with him. I grabbed my glasses and we turned off the light, heading into the bedroom, where he also turned the light off on the table while he dragged me over to the bed, still unmade from the night before. He climbed in, pulling me behind him, both of us naked as the day we were born, surrounded by darkness. When we got in he pushed me on my back then climbed on top of me, staring me in the face, that smile of his melting away all my worries I think. He thrust and ground us a little together, our cocks touching and grinding into each other. I grinned and whispered, "Who's raping who now?" He laughed. "Shuddup!" He looked at me, then spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, "You're not gonna tell anyone are you?" I was in shock. "No way! Why would you ask me that?" He was embarrassed. "I dunno, I just thought..." He let the trail go at the end, but his eyes didn't stop looking at me. I grabbed his butt under the covers and pulled him into me hard and just whispered, "No way Tim, no way will I tell anyone. Besides," as I pushed up to meet his thrust, "this feels too... awesome..." At that he closed his eyes and smiled, his mouth open a little as we ground our groins together. I knew what I wanted to do, but again, that family thing... I was scared, nervous, but I figured if I had come this far, if HE had come this far with ME, then... "Tim?" He opened his eyes. "You're awesome bro, I really mean it." I spoke. He whispered back, "You are too." I hesitated. "Y-you really w-want to feel it? Feel something good, I mean?" He looked in my eyes, grinning again, but didn't say anything. I waited, adding "I promise, no raping, cross my heart." He laughed, and then nodded. I gently pushed him to my side, onto his back, and I pulled the covers down, exposing his middle again and the raging hot rod that stood up, pointing to his belly. I watched him the whole time, watched his expression - if he gave me any hint or indication of hesitation, I was going to stop, and even as I got the covers off of our feet, I hesitated - still watching his reaction. He gave me nothing, just the smile, and I was about to stop when I felt him thrust at me ever so slightly underneath, and I could feel his dick throbbing against me. It was enough, so I went down on him, taking him in my mouth slowly at first, just putting his head inside my lips. He bucked ever so slightly, then I felt his hands on my head, and for a split second I thought he might be trying to pull me away, but as he got his grip, I instead felt him slowly push inside of me, his breathing getting hard really fast. He gasped as I felt him throb so hard against my tongue, and I was forced to taste him, taste his rigidness. At that point I gave in and started dancing around, licking him up and down on the inside, pulling back and dancing on his tip, my tongue moving in circles taking him all in, kissing with his pee hole, sampling all the sweet taste his cock would give me. I heard him finally exhale, whispering "Aaahhh mmaaannnnnn... sshhhiiitttt, don't stop Sean... aaahhhh fuccckkkkkk...." He was getting everything out of it I wanted him to. At one point he started thrusting into my mouth, so I started bobbing up and down on him. I even moaned myself as he filled my mouth, swelling and pushing inside of me. In less than a minute I felt the surge building up inside of him, and I felt him trying to pull my head back, pull himself out of me. I refused, I was committed to seeing him all the way through, and when it overtook him, he heaved into me a huge eruption of cum like I had never seen before. I knew I could cream a lot, and maybe it was just my imagination; maybe it was because he was still so young in a sense, and was just gearing up his maximum factory for the days to come. Heck, maybe he hadn't jacked off in a few days or something, but the point was he flooded me, and sucked and licked all of it, milking his stiffness in me. I played with his scrotum, and pushed my fingers around his pubes as I went up and down. I went all the way down to his base, licking and sucking, slowly coming off up to the tip just to repeat and do the same again. It had been ssooooo long, I had forgotten what it was like, how it tasted, how it felt. Tim's cum was a little salty, but like mine was just as creamy as could be expected. When he finally subsided into dry heaves, gasping for breath, he lay still, totally exposed to me. I just held him in my mouth till his breathing got a little more regular, closing my eyes and savoring the moment for myself I think. I finally pulled off and turned my head toward him, laying it on his belly, my right hand coming up and holding his crotch, softly feeling and massaging everything around it. I watched him come down from his peak, a look of pure ecstasy covering his face. I also noticed off to the side how he had pulled on the sheets so hard at one point that they came off one corner of the bed. When he opened his eyes, I smiled at him, nervous about what he would say, nervous about whether I had went too far. He looked at me and grinned, and he had this expression that just said it all. "Well?" I asked him, "How was it?" He couldn't answer me, and I knew exactly how he felt. I brought my head up and kissed his belly button for some reason before moving up on his chest. "Talk to me bro, I have to know..." My voice was shaky, unsteady, but the words and the meaning were clear; it was from my heart, and his response was going to mean everything to me. He finally opened his mouth, and said in a voice just above a whisper, "That was so.... so... awesome Sean." I nodded and smiled. "You're okay with it? Honest?" He grinned back and then shifted and pulled me up to him, putting both his arms and legs around me and holding me in the tightest, warmest hug and embrace I think I had ever had. "Honest," he whispered in my ear. I liked to have fallen into him with relief, and he knew it. I whispered back, "I'm glad bro, I was scared..." He hugged me tighter, shushing me, and then whispered back "You can rape me anytime you want bro!" I giggled and we both laughed as I rose up and looked at his eyes. "Tim, that's not raping.. I mean, you know that don't you?" He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I know Sean, I know... I don't care what it is though, that was just so cool!" He looked at me. "You swallowed me? You swallowed my cum?" I nodded, blushing, embarrassed. "Yeah, you gave me something to hold inside of me, something that was a part of you and is now a part of me." I looked at him again and added, "To keep." He grinned. "What was it like?" I thought about it for a minute. "It's like, well, like creamy and sort of salty I guess. It's not like pee or anything, you know?" He nodded, so I went on. "I don't think I could ever have done it, you know, it's kind of disgusting at first, but..." He nodded again, waiting. I saw trust in those eyes, so I just told him. "Cody sort of talked me into it once, so I just did it, not really sure, but I just did it. I tasted my own first, and then I tasted his." He grinned even bigger, and before he could even ask the question I could see forming on his face, I just told him. "Yeah, I sucked him, and he sucked me, but I haven't, like, I mean, I'm not queer or -" He did it again; he shushed me, putting a finger to my lips. "I don't care Sean, I know you, I trust you," he whispered. "Th-that was the most awesome thing I've ever felt!" I smiled. "You liked it, huh?" He nodded, and I asked him, "You jack off, right?" "Oh yeah..." He kept smiling at me. "But that was nothing - that was nothing even fucking close to..." His voice trailed off, and I just nodded, knowing. I finally broke from him and rolled over on my back, pulling him close to me. He wrapped his fingers around my dick though, and started to jack me off. I stopped him and pulled his ear close to my lips. "You don't have to do it Tim, what I did bro, I did for you, that's all." He looked at me and smiled. "Shut up you dork. I..." he paused. "I don't think I can suck you though, I mean..." I smiled. "You don't have to, you don't need to." At that he squeezed little Sean really hard, making me gasp and draw my breath in as he whispered again, "I told you to shut up... let me finish!" I said nothing else as he let off of some of the pressure. "I want to, I want to do it to you, I just don't know if I can right now, that's all, not now anyway... but I can milk you dry, you know? I WANT to do that, I want to play with you, jack you off..." He did just that - he played with me for a while, and I just lay there, drinking him in, enjoying it. He lifted himself up on one elbow, and whispered to me "Turn the light on a minute, Sean." I reached out and did as he requested, watching him get down and look at me up close. "Damn, cool, you ARE just like me, I mean, when I pull this all the way back." He looked at me and I nodded. "What you did, in there, in the shower... I almost creamed us both in there! That was so hot! It must be cool having all this extra skin and stuff." I giggled, but didn't say anything. He asked me, "Did you and Cody do that to?" I hesitated then just nodded. He grinned then got up on top of me again, looking down in my eyes. "I want to ask you something." He was being all serious, so I just nodded. "You're not gay, right?" I looked at him, really close for a moment; it had come down to this moment, but I wasn't willing to give that up, wasn't willing to face that yet. I whispered "I don't think so bro, I mean, I do stuff, I mess around some, but... gay, is like..." and I stopped. He nodded. "I know Sean, that's okay. It's like, umm, like really hardcore and stuff." I nodded watching him. "Then tell me something else." He waited and I nodded again, before he continued. "Have you ever butt-fucked anyone? Did you and Cody, like, do 'it'?" I giggled and shook my head, whispering "No bro. I'm still a virgin!" He laughed, and I couldn't tell it exactly, but he seemed to relax a lot more, being more at ease. "Good," was all he said before pulling me into another big hug. After a moment I pushed him up so I could say something to him. "Tim?" "Yeah?" "Um, I don't know if I can say this right... like, I've tried it before, but you know how I screw things up sometimes..." He smiled, and waited on me. "This, I mean, all of this, as far as I'm concerned, it's like... it's like just being curious, but being curious with someone you trust, you know?" He smiled big time, so I added "Someone you love, too, not like a sexy love, just, you know..." "Yeah, I know Sean. I think that's cool, I think that's a good way to describe it." He looked at me again. "You didn't screw that up, that was perfect." I smiled back. He added, "And yeah, I love you too, you dork!" We both giggled and he stretched over me, turning off the light again, whispering "Thanks for letting me look again." I whispered back as he settled into a position and started pumping me up and down, "Anytime bro, you can look at me any time you want..." He giggled, and then started to really get serious on me, really jacking me off like a pro almost, and I could tell the difference. All this time, through the serious moments and fun moments both, I had been holding back, not ready to let go. Now it seemed like I wasn't going to make it last any longer. "Tim, I'm going to cum..." He giggled and whispered back, "Well, I hope so!" If I had not been getting up to where I was that would have probably broke the ice and I probably would have been laughing my ass off. As it was though, I could feel it. You know how sometimes when you jack off, you can feel it when it pulses through you and stuff? It seemed to me that whenever someone did it to me, though, you know - did it FOR me - that feeling came from somewhere deeper inside. I could feel that little tug in my belly button, and it was like something connected all the way down to the bottom of my nuts. It would make me gasp, and I realized right at the last second only enough to throw some of the covers back that had crept up on us. Tim was milking me steadily, using his thumb to play with my crown when it appeared, and when I pulled my feet down into the bed, my legs spread wider and my thigh muscles contracted together. I sunk my hips down as far into the mattress as they would go, and then it was like the whole connection electrified - I was erupting, and man was I erupting, I had gobs going everywhere up and down my chest, my belly, onto Tim's hand and fingers; I was gasping, trying not to cry out. Oh man, I had never been jacked off that good before, not cummed like that in a long time, and I had never creamed as hard at one time. Tim giggled, but he kept doing it, kept pumping me, but making it softer and gentler as I gave up everything I had. When I finished, I collapsed and watched him, smiling. He grinned at me, still holding me as I started to go soft, and then finally pulling his hand away. He reached for some tissues nearby and started to clean me up some. I took some of the tissues and helped him as he whispered "Wow, and I thought I cummed a lot!" I grinned at him. "You did." He grinned back as he reached for the seemingly last gob right under my belly button. He looked at it for a moment, and then looked at me, his finger swirling in it. I shook my head. "No, you don't have to - " and then, to my horror and shock, he just lifted it up to his lips and sucked his finger. I could tell he was trying to decide, and I just lay there, frozen, unable to move. Finally he looked at me and nodded his head slowly, whispering "You're right Sean. It seems like it would be disgusting, but it's really not." He kind of moved it around his mouth a little before swallowing it. "It's... It's like you said, kind of creaming, salty but... yeah, cool..." I shook my head, grinning, as I whispered to him, "Sheesh, is there anything else you're going to do to put me in shock tonight doofus?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno, probably..." With that he bent down and took my cock inside of his mouth, making me suck my gut in. I felt him tasting me all over with his tongue, even sucking a little as he held me inside of him briefly. If I had not cummed so hard just moments before, I would have been in heaven I think, with a full boner again. I didn't get hard though, didn't really have the time to as he let me go and popped back off, grinning at me, asking, "Is that a shocker too?" "I thought... You s-said..." Again he shushed me, whispering "Shut up Sean, you think too much..." With that he climbed back into my side, and we cuddled up, him laying his head again on my shoulder, and looking at me with bright, happy eyes as we pulled the cover up over us. "Sean?" "Yeah bro?" "I know why you and Cody were so close now." He smiled as I looked at him. "Yeah? What do you mean?" "Because I know how close I feel to you right now," and with that he buried his face against me and hugged me tight. --------- Thus ends another chapter. I kind of hope you guys enjoyed it. Take care everyone, okay? Any comments send them to me at EKidKy@hotmail.com -- EKidKy