Date: Mon, 19 Jul 2010 10:21:35 -0500
From: Fait Acompli <faitacompli1@gmail.com>
Subject: The Long Hot Summer - The Awakening Part 1

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THE LONG HOT SUMMER -- The Awakening

Chapter 1

Well, as all things seem to go in life, new opportunities and experiences
present themselves at unexpected times, and in unbelievable places.

My story begins when I was a few days away from my eighteenth birthday. I
was a bit of a shy guy, a studious "straight A" student, a good athlete,
lettering in a number of sports, and really naïve about sex. I had offers
from a number of very good universities, so life was good. But, to be
honest, I had my share of issues; my teenage hormones were running rampant,
my body and mind was in a state of confusion, and I had a continuous
"hard-on". So much so, that I wore tight blue jeans just to contain a
perpetual "boner", which I was constantly self-conscious about whenever I
was in the presence of my few friends and family.

The only experience I had with anything even close to sex was a girl
allowing me to feel her breasts through her blouse, during hay ride one
night. I really didn't date so my opportunities to learn about sexual
interaction were to say the least, very limited.

In June of that year, I had graduated, and was looking forward to working
for that summer on my uncle's ranch. My family decided to go to my Aunt's
house in the country and spend a couple of weeks on vacation since they had
to take me anyway.  My aunt, uncle, and cousin lived on a large ranch and
raised quarter horses, and specialized in training cutting horses for the
rodeo circuit. My aunt had asked Mom if I'dlike to spend my summer vacation
with them, since I had been going to my other uncle's ranch for the past
couple of summers. When asked, I jumped at the opportunity since I like
being around horses and had become a good hand with them.

Their property was quite extensive and it could take you the good part of
two days to ride across most of the pasture land and alfalfa fields. The
main house was also extremely large, consisting of three stories plus an
attic that had been converted into a bedroom. There were eight bedrooms,
and five baths, and it had that feel of an old, well built, turn of the
century farm house. It was an older wooden structure that you commonly saw
throughout the Southeastern United States in rural areas. There was no such
thing as central air conditioning though. In fact, most of the rooms had
window fans that you rarely see today.

If you know anything about the summers in the south, it is hot and very
humid. Most of the time, on farms and ranches, the builders would leave a
number of very large old Oak or Pecan trees standing around the foundation
so they could provide shade during the summer months; it tended to help
keep the houses cooler. As you drove down the long dirt road leading to my
aunt and uncle's house, there were vast gently rolling pastures and fields
as far as you could see. Off in the distance, capturing the eye like an
oasis in the desert, you could see a small patch of green jutting skyward,
clashing with the symmetry of the peacefully rolling hills. As you drew
closer you could make out the small group of enormous ancient Oaks that
encircled the ranch house, and towered over the surrounding terrain. To
this day, I still marvel at the stark contrast of that small group of Oaks
defying the endless fields of grass and alfalfa.

The day we arrived at my aunt and uncle's the weather did not disappoint;
it was a scorcher. The temperature was around 98 degrees with 98 percent
humidity. While the fans were very nice at night, during the day, even with
the fans running, you didn't want to be in the upper floors of the house,
unless absolutely necessary. This meant that the center of activity during
the day was the kitchen, where we ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

When we arrived, my aunt was in the kitchen and came out the back door to
greet us, with the obligatory family hugs and kisses. We were promptly
assigned our rooms, and I was quite surprised when my aunt said I would be
bunking with my cousin Ronnie in his room, the attic. Frankly, the prospect
didn't really thrill me since I hardly knew my cousin at the time; and two,
I was really shy about sleeping in a room with someone else. I politely
asked my aunt if I could have my own room; she just said that she thought
the "guys" would like to room together. Ronnie didn't have much in the way
of friends at home, going to college full time and working on ranch during
the summer, so she thought it would be fun for the both of us.

Her logic was somewhat flawed, by my assessment, and I felt it put me in a
awkward position. As I was about to suggest another alternative, my mother
gave me one of her patented "Don't!" looks, which put an end to that! So, I
was stuck for the time being, and that was that. I couldn't really see my
older cousin relishing the idea of me being in his personal space the
entire summer. "Great, this is starting off with a bang!" I grumbled to
myself.

To give you a little background; my cousin Ronnie was 6 years older than me
at 24, and considerably bigger, or so it seemed to me at the time.  He
stood 6 feet tall, 175 lbs, lean and muscular, with medium length sandy
blonde hair and hazel eyes. Ronnie has the musculature you develop from
working on a ranch, lean build, very strong, and well toned. His upper body
had very dark tan from working outside without a shirt. He had just
graduated from Georgia Tech with a civil engineering degree and was working
his last summer on the ranch, before taking a job in Atlanta the coming
fall. The first time I saw him that evening, he had definitely changed a
lot from the guy I'd met four years earlier. I was certain the girls were
falling all over him now. Of course I was the quintessential awkward
"bookworm" teen, still developing, physically and mentally; however, unlike
most male teens at that age, I was lagging behind in the physical
development department. I was hoping to turn out to be bigger and bulkier
as I matured, and I definitely wasn't happy with the way I looked at the
time. I was all of 130 lbs dripping wet, stood 5'4", athletic build, lean,
with brown hair and emerald green eyes.  The one attribute I was proud of
at the time was my manhood, which was all of 6"- 7", approximately. I
wasn't into measuring things of that nature. Some the guys unofficially
compared cocks in the locker room showers and I was told I had the biggest
one by far, among my teammates. Thinking back, its funny what teenagers
will choose to be unabashed about and what they decide is too embarrassing
to discuss openly.

Anyway, in a further effort to extricate myself from the current rooming
arrangements, that had been pressed upon me; after dinner I told Ronnie
that I was sorry my aunt had just stuck me in his room and I knew he didn't
want me in there cramping his style, so to speak. So, I would be happy to
take a room to myself and leave him his personal space. To my dismay, and
surprise, he was quite fine with the arrangement and said he would enjoy me
being around. He said it would be great to have another guy to talk to, we
could play music, stay up late if we wanted, and it wouldn't bother the
others since their rooms were all on the second floor. Plus, the third
floor killed all the sound from the loft room, so we could make all the
noise we wanted. Actually, it sounded like a pretty good setup after I
thought about it a bit, so I reluctantly said, "okay!"


On a ranch everyone tends to go to bed relatively early in the evening
since you had to rise very early, so the rest of the family started to
retire about nine o'clock. Ronnie asked me if I wanted to go with him to
the barn to get the feed bins filled for the morning. I said, sure!

We went out to the main barn and started filling the bins and putting away
the tack that was used that day.  It was about an hour before we were done
and when we came in the back door it was obvious that everyone had gone to
bed, as the only noise in the house was the window fans, loudly moving air
throughout the house. "Another reason you couldn't hear anything," I
thought to myself.  As we made the long climb up the three flights of
stairs to the loft, I was thinking that I might really enjoyed being around
Ronnie this summer. We had talked about everything and nothing while doing
the chores and he was genuinely friendly toward me, and it was immediately
apparent he didn't treat me like some kid, which I hated.  We talked a lot,
mostly small talk, as we worked, and he was interested in what I had to
say, and what I wanted to do, commenting on my intelligence at one point.

"Mom said that you were very smart, and I tend to agree with her." He said
flatly. That was it, and I knew we were going to get along really well this
summer.


Chapter 2

When we got back to the loft we decided to take a shower, so Ronnie got his
in first and I went after him. The little fiberglass shower we used was
located on the third floor, so you had to walk down a flight of stairs to
the next floor and then go right down a dark hallway. They didn't keep the
lights on in the hallway so you used a flashlight to get to the
bathroom. After Ronnie got back I went down with my bath stuff, undressed,
and got in the shower. Back then I loved a cold shower because it was so
damned hot and humid, it just refreshed you. Once you were out though, you
began to immediately sweat again. So, I turned on the cold water and, as
was my custom then, after I soaped up, I would immediately start stoking my
best friend until he was nice and hard. I could stand for hours with my
back to the water, with a bar of soap in one hand, and my other hand
stroking slowly up and down the length of my penis. I would ofte fantasize
about a particular girl at school that I had the "hots" for, while I
vigorously worked my hard friend with my head back and eyes tightly
shut. I'd alternate running the soap over my dick to make it really slick
and then begin slowly stroking again, until I needed more soap. When I
really got into it, and I was feeling really turned-on, I would rinse the
soap off my body, and use my hair conditioner to lube my dick and balls and
the crack or my ass.  At the time I had a round hair brush with a large
round handle on it; I would squat down and position the handle of the brush
so I could work it in and out of my ass while I stoked my cock. I got on my
knees, just out of the water's reach, and work the brush in and out of my
ass, working my throbbing dick with long hard strokes, until I came.

I was well into my normal routine, and starting to feel that wonderful
tingling sensation coming from my balls; just as my stomach muscles began
to tense, and I felt the familiar cum build up in my groin, there was loud
bump in the bathroom somewhere. At first I froze and thought, "what the
hell was that?" I quickly jerked the shower curtain back, standing there
unnerved, with a "hardon" in my hand and brush in my ass, only to find an
empty room. I stood there very still for a long moment, listening for any
follow-up noises. That really rattle me and as I looked down I was staring
at my limp member, and thinking the mood had died, and I needed to get back
upstairs ASAP. Being in that big old house, on that floor all by myself, my
mind was furiously working out all kinds of scenarios involving everything
from chainsaw wheeling maniacs, to aliens. So I showered off very quickly,
threw on my cloths, ran down the hallway and up the stairs into the loft,
slamming the door behind me.

Ronnie jumped as I flew through the door into the room slamming it behind
me.  "What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked in a huff.  "Oh, sorry
about that, just a little nervous I guess." I said, out of breath. I wasn't
about to tell my cousin I was scared shitless by a bang on the wall.  "Gee,
go easy David" Ronnie said.  "Yeah, I got a little carried away." I replied
shakily.


Chapter 3

The loft room had a single bed in one corner, and a double bed centered on
the wall underneath the double windows, that faced the back of the
house. That was the bed that Ronnie slept in. The room was actually quite
cozy, with posters of cars and scantily clad women adorning the
walls. There were a couple of dressers against the far wall and a pair of
night tables next to the bed. A mini refrigerator, which was very nice, was
on a table on opposite wall. A sink and mirror sat in the front right
corner of the room, closest to the door leading to the stairs.  I decided
it was time to hit the sack since we had to get up early, so I stripped
down to my Jockey shorts and started to climb into the single bed when
Ronnie asked, "What are you doing?"

"Well, I was going to get in bed." I said, in a matter of fact manner

He looked at me quizzically and said, "You don't want to sleep in that bed,
it hasn't been used in years, and it smells, and who knows what else."
After I bent down and examined it, sniffing around it, I agreed, it really
did smell bad, and probably had bed bugs. "Not a good idea!" I said to
myself.

He looked at me and said, "Here just sleep over here there's plenty of
room."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes." he said flatly.

"Ok, I can do that, I guess." I said, somewhat tentatively.

I must have sounded reluctant because he jokingly remarked, "What's the
matter, you never slept with another guy?"

"Well, actually no." I replied timidly.

He looked at me with a big smile seeing that I was clearly uneasy, "Well
I'm not going to bite you, and it'll be fun. We can lay here and talk
without yelling across the room at each other. So what'd about it?" Ronnie
asked eagerly.

"Ok, well I guess it's alright." I replied nervously.

So, I lifted the sheet and began to slip in the bed and realized that
Ronnie was completely nude. "That was a stupid thing to think", I thought
to myself, "You're either nude or you're not! DUH!" Anyway, I couldn't help
but notice his nudity, as he was lying on his side with he crotch facing
me, and he had a very large erection. I hadn't notice it before because of
the way he was positioned in the bed. I must have just stared at his
erection because he said, "What? You've never seen an erection before?
Please! I know you probably get one every hour at your age." he remarks
casually.

The only response I could think of was, "Well, yeah, sometimes, but why are
you in bed without any clothes on?"

Ronnie laughed, "You should give it a try. I find it's more comfortable to
sleep in the nude in this heat then those Jockeys, and I like the feel of
freedom." he said with a smile. "I sleep in the nude all the time. Really!
Take that underwear off and see if you don't like it. If you don't you can
always put them back on." he said cheerfully.

"Whatever!" I quipped, "I'll leave mine on, thanks." I replied.

I lay there for a little while as Ronnie was talking about all kinds of
things that I was really wasn't fully listening to. The funny thing was
that I was still thinking about how comfortable it might be to sleep
without any underwear. Maybe it was because I hadn't been able to come that
night in the shower, or it was just simple curiosity, but it started to
sound like a good idea. Before I could make my mind up, I caught a snippet
of something Ronnie was asking me.

"What?" I asked.

"David, how would you like to see some magazines with nude women in them?"
he asked.

"What? What did you say?" I asked again.

"You know, magazines with nude women, fucking. You've heard of them,
right?" He asked sarcastically. "Would you like to see some?" He asked
impatiently.

"Really?" I blurted out.

"Yes." he said, somewhat dumbfounded by my apparently sudden loss of mental
acuity.

I had never seen anything pornographic before, and being the horny teenager
that I was, my response was an instant "Okay!"  My mouth opened in response
without thinking about it. The old libido was on automatic now.

Ronnie got up from the bed, walked across the room, and knelt to remove a
floorboard in the corner; this was apparently where he hid private
items. As he was walking over I noticed he had a pretty good tan all over
his body. "How did he manage to do that?" I asked myself. "Was he running
around the ranch without clothes? Nope, not likely", I thought. "What about
getting sunburned down there?" I wondered. "I'd have to find a way to ask
him when I know him better." I thought to myself.

I was quickly distracted from my thoughts as he stood up, and turned, to
walk back to the bed. He seemed to have a slow deliberate motion to his
stride as he glided across the room. I swear his dick looked larger than it
did a few minutes ago. I did my best to keep from staring at it because I
didn't want my cousin to think I was a pervert or something, but my
curiosity was getting the better of me. Looking at him strolling toward the
bed, I was shocked that I felt the all too familiar twinge in the pit of
stomach, as he approached. His manhood was long and straight and standing
out in front of him. I guess it was 7 to 7 ½ inches long, and thick. I'm
pretty sure he noticed me looking, but I quickly averted my eyes. "God, I
was really acting like a dweeb," I thought, embarrased.

He got in the bed with a funny grin on his face, and a handful of
magazines, containing color, and black and white pictures. As he was about
to hand me a magizone he stopped, and looked at me with a serious
expression on his face, and said, "David, you can't tell anyone that I
showed these to you or we are both in big trouble. Do you understand?" he
said, somberly. I nodded my head. "No, I mean it. Do you understand?" he
asked more forcefully. "Yes!" I replied eagerly, "I promise I won't tell a
soul, do I look stupid?" I remarked, sarcastically. He laughed briefly and
handed me one of the magazines, his expression unreadable.


Chapter 4

I took the magazine and began looking through it page by page. "Wow, this
was pretty darn explicit stuff!" I thought.  I had never dreamed anything
like this existed. Someware around the fourth page I had develped a raging
"hardon" and my dick was really stiff and aching badly. It was so hard I
felt like I could hammer nails with it. The magazine showed men and women
performing oral and anal sex, multiple penetrations, and sex in just about
every position imaginable. It was really hot, especially for a teenager
that hadn't had any exposure to this kind of stuff.

When I was finished looking at the first one, Ronnie handed me another
magazine, except this time it had nothing but men in it. Well, that kind of
surprised me, a lot, but I looked through it, and surprisingly, it was
turning me also, so I continued to page completely through it. Everything
I'd seen so far was new and exciting, and more than sexually naïve teenager
could have ever imagined, or hoped for. "There's a whole new world to
explore now!" I thought, expectantly.

I gradually began to realize that I was sitting up on my side of the bed,
cross-legged, a sheet covering me, with a large white tent where my lap
used to be. It was obvious I was really turned on by the pictures, but now
I was equally embarrassed to be in this condition in front of my cousin,
who I barely knew. There was no way to hide my excitement at this point.

Ronnie must have noticed the tent sticking up between my legs, and
recognized my apprehension and embarrassment in this situation because out
of nowhere he remarked, "Whoa, nice one cousin!"

"What are you talking about?" I asked curtly.

"That nice boner you've got going on there man. Hey, that's a nice one for
your age." he said slyly.

"You really think so?" I asked, genuinely interested.

"Hell yeah Cuz!" he snapped back in response. "Listen, I've seen guys twice
your age, and a lot bigger, that didn't have cocks that large. I wonder how
big it will be when you're my age." Quite abruptly he asked, "Can I see
it?"

"I don't think so Ronnie, that's kind of embarrassing." I responded shyly.

"Oh come on, I'll show you mine first if you want?" he said, pleadingly.
"What'da ya say?" he asked, with an edge of eagerness.

"No, I don't think..." I started to reply.

But before I could complete my sentence, he rolls on his back, kicks the
sheet down, and proudly displays his cock, it's length jutting straight up
in the air. Frankly, it looked pretty impressive to a young guy like me,
and I guess it would have been impressive to anyone, now that I think about
it.

Things started to get pretty crazy at this point. My cousin lay there
stroking his big cock right in front of me, all the time telling me how
good it felt, and that we shouldn't be embarrassed about showing off our
bodies... Frankly, I wasn't buying the line, but sitting there with that
magazine in one hand, and watching my cousin jerking off right in front of
me, my body wanted to believe everything he was selling. My lust was
building by the second, and doing a damn good job of lowering my
inhibitions, embarrassment, and self-conscientiousness. My body's desire
was gradually overriding my good sense, to the point that I didn't feel I
was in control of my actions any longer. I fell like a spectator trapped in
my body, watching it take its own course and do things on it's own.

My hormones were going crazy; they were all over the place at this point. I
was so turned-on sitting there watching my cousin stroking his member, that
my cock really, really hurt. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest,
drowning out my cousin's words as he continued to extol the virtues of
nudity, or whatever; I wasn't listening any longer. I was focused on my
body, which felt like it was literally on fire. I was sweating profusely
and I felt flushed; my skin was hot to the touch, and my breathing was
labored and shallow. I had no idea what was happening to me; I'd never felt
like this before, and I didn't know what to do about it. Thinking back I
must have experienced a massive release of endorphins because I felt
mentally and physically intoxicated.

Distantly, as if far away down a tunnel, I heard Ronnie's voice. As my
thoughts and vision seemed to clear somewhat, I heard him asking me
something, but I couldn't make it out. Then slowly things began coming into
focus and I heard, "Hey man, are you okay? he asked. You look like you're
ill, or something." he said, concerned.

"Yeah Ronnie, I'm alright, at least I think so." came my dazed response.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Did I say something to upset you? Hey, if I did
I'm sorry, this may be too much for you right now, let's turn in." he
offered.

I looked directly at him, now propped up on his elbow, his erection in his
hand, his eyes, lustful and pleading, and I knew immediately, the offer
lacked complete sincerity.

Looking down in my lap at the sheet that was now a tent; I felt an
overwhelming urgency to relieve my very painful "hardon". I was curious,
and excited, and above all, really turned-on, so in a hoarse panting voice
I replied, "NO! No, I'm fine."

I decided to throw caution to the wind and tell my cousin the real truth
about what I was experiencing. "Ronnie, I'm so turned-on right now it
really hurts, and I'm having a problem dealing with all of this, that's
all." I said sincerely.

My cousin got a huge smile on his face as he looked at me with an earnest
and determined look. "Well, I think we can do something about that, if you
are willing to so what I ask of you." he said. "Can you do that no matter
how uncomfortable or embarrassing it might be for you?" he asked flatly.

"I think so, but it depends on what you want me to do." I said.

"That's a fair answer." he said.  "I won't ask you to anything you don't
like, but you have to at least try it first. Do you think you can do that
for me?" he asked.

I'll do my best." I responded sheepishly.

I was so damn miserable and half-crazy with lust by then I said, "Yes, I'll
do my best to do whatever you ask, but if I don't like it, I won't do it."

Ronnie looked thoughtfully at me and said, "That's fine, I don't want you
to do anything you don't want to. David, one other thing; you can never
tell anyone about anything that we do together, okay!? It stays between
us. There's nothing wrong with what I'm going to teach you, it's just that
some people are really closed minded about sex, so this has to be our
secret, got it!?"  he said sternly.

"Absolutely Ronnie, not a word." I replied, understanding his trepidation.


Chapter 5

My cousin seeing that I was an emotional and sexual bundle of confusion and
desire, simply said, "Let's start your education."

"Okay, can we please, I'm really hurting here." I said anxiously.

"First, let's get that underwear off so you can free that monster you
appear to have under there." he said, his tone bordering on analytical.

He sat up, reached across, and turned down the sheet to reveal my
underwear, standing straight up and very taut, as my erection strained to
burst out of its confinement. The entire front of my white Jockey shorts
were now completely drenched with precum that had been oozing out of the
tip of my cock during the last 15 - 20 minutes.

At seeing this, Ronnie said brightly, "Damn you ARE turned-on! Let's get
those off and see what we're dealing with here."

I started to lay back, lift my hips so I could remove my underwear when he
quickly said, "NO, Don't! I want you to have a really good first time
experience."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked quizzically.

"You'll see, just be patient and do as I ask." he replied firmly.  "Lay
flat on my back with my legs together." he said flatly. He moved his legs
to straddle me on both sides and said, "Now, as I remove your underwear
raise your hips so I can pull them off more easily, okay?"

Laboring to maintain my composure, I managed to reply, "Yeah, sure whatever
you want."

I had no idea what I was doing or what was going to happen. I did know that
I was really horny, my cock was throbbing uncontrollably, and I was harder
than ever. Boy did my dick hurt, but in a really good way.

My cousin pulled the Jockey's downI lifting my hips, as instructed. I felt
him pause for a few seconds as he got them over my smooth ass and down to
mid-thigh. I wasn't able to focus on very much at the time, but I thought I
heard him let out a soft moan before he continued. Once they were off, he
tossed the briefs to the floor and positioned me in the middle of the bed,
placing a pillow behind my head.  Straddling my body again, he moved up
enough that he was able to lie directly on top of me, affording him a more
advantageous eye level position, as we lay on the bed. He gently positioned
himself along the length of my nude body; I felt his rigid cock move
between my thighs, the tip touching the base of my cock just under the
scrotum. He was quite a bit taller so he was able to slide his hard member
between my closed thighs. By moving slightly forward, his penis was able to
stimulate the sensitive nerve ganglia between my anus and the base of the
scrotum. After a few minutes I felt a goodly amount of precum oozing onto
my body and running into the crack of my ass. Ronnie lay there looking
silently into my eyes, as he made very small movements backward and forward
between my legs.

While he was doing that his stomach rubbed up and down on my rock hard
member, giving me extreme pleasure and further increasing my state of
arousal. My cock was dripping precum as if the supply was inexhaustible,
saturating both our abdomen, rendering our taut bellies slimy and
slick. The sensation was absolutely wonderful and it was all I could to do
to keep from shooting my load right then.

My cousin abruptly stopped his gyrations and, putting his arms around my
waist and behind my neck for support, leaned down and quitely whispered in
my left ear, "Does that feel good?"

My mind and body were so overloaded with the myriad of sensations I was
feeling, all I could do was nod yes. Unexpectantly, he began lightly and
tenderly kiss the nape of my neck. His kisses were petite and feather
light, starting at my ear lobe, and slowly progressing down my neck to the
top of my shoulder blade. He would periodically use the hand behind my neck
to turn my head, in order to access the extremely sensitive areas of my
neck.

"Oh God!" I thought, "I can't believe I'm letting a guy kiss me and touch
my body like this." This was all very confusing and I felt guilty that I
was enjoying it so much. "God, he was really turning me on and I loved it",
was all I could think.

I instantly snapped back to the present as I realized that he had moved
down and was gently sucking my left nipple. Slowly, he ran his tongue
around and around the rim, it instantly responded, hardening to the point
that it now ached. However, I was experiencing a great deal of pleasure
along with the ache, so I wasn't going to complain.

Ronnie slowly slid back up to my ear and gave me a little tongue action
there, running the tip into the channel itself,which was different, very
different. He then proceeded to nibble my ear lobe and softly kiss the area
from my ear down to the nape of my neck. I noticed that when he slid back
up to tongue my ear, there was so much precum around my scrotum and ass
crack, that his cock slipped in between my cheeks and was rubbing up and
down my crack and directly over my puckered asshole. To my astonishment, it
felt good, and I parted my legs slightly so he could move easily between
them. That apparently pleased him, and seemed to elicit a favorable
reaction, as a soft moan escaped his mouth.

This man was driving me crazy gently kissing my neck; which combined with
his cock invading my ass slit, and his stomach sliding smoothly over my
cock, with his every movement, made me delirious with pleasure. So much so,
that copious quantities of precum had oozed out of my manhood, covering our
bare midsections, and ran down the sides of my taught stomach onto the bed
sheet, forming a large slick wet area under my waist.  Again, putting his
lips to my ear, asked, "Am I turning you on? Do you like what I'm doing?"

I heard the words, distantly, as if someone else were speaking them, burst
forth from my mouth, "Oh God YES! Oh God, it feels fantastic! PLEASE DON'T
STOP! PLEASE!? I begged.

At my lust filled pleadings, my cousin's stiff flesh extended and hardened
further, which I would not have thought possible. Softly whispering in my
ear once more, "Cousin you have a beautiful body and wonderful cock. I love
it! I want to make love to you and teach you everything I know. Do you want
to keep going?"

"YES! YES! YES! PLEASE MAKE LOVE TO ME RONNIE!!" "I'll DO ANYTHING YOU
WANT, BUT PLEASE DON'T STOP!" I heard myself screaming in response.  It's a
good thing we were in the loft or everyone would have known what we were
doing at that point. I would have, most likely, awakened the entire
household.

Ronnie, sensing I was more than ready to move to the next level, removed
his hand from the small of my neck, and placing a finger under my chin,
turned my head toward him. Gazing into my eyes for a long while, his face
only an inch from my own, he leaned down and gave me a very tender and
gentle kiss, lightly pressing his lips to mine. Followed by another kiss,
then slowly another, until I felt his tongue delicately lick my lips,
probing the opening between them. I wasn't sure what to do since I had only
kissed a girl once, simply pressing my lips to hers. He sensed my
inexperience and forced my lips open, his stiff tongue darting swiftly
between the folds, parting them. As he pushed his hot wet tongue past my
lips I opened my mouth reflexively, and he filled me completely. The
sensation was akin to a snake moving and contorting within my confined
area; I responded by moving my tongue outward to meet his thrust. It was
immediately devoured as he sucked my tongue deeply into his mouth, and held
it there, in a vice-like grip using his lips and a vigorous sucking action.
I panicked, at first, and jerked it back, but after a few moments of his
wonderful probing, I ventured out again and my soft flesh was instantly
sucked into his hungry mouth.  The intensity of his kisses began to arouse
me as much as the cock play. He lay atop my body continuing to kiss me
deeply and passionately, for what seemed like hours. Eventually, I became
emboldened by my increasing desire and softly, at first, drew his tongue
into my mouth, sucking it passionately. He immediately surrendered to my
advances enjoying the reciprocal attention; as was evident by his body's
reaction.

Using his free hand, a finger slowly circled my right nipple, lightly
pinching it. His thrusting movements became more deliberate, and
increasingly aggressive, rubbing the crack of my ass with more and more
authority. His manhood was inundating the soft fleshy folds of my ass crack
with large quantities of precum, facilitating a loud audible slurping sound
as he slid back and forth between my smooth virgin cheeks. This actually
intensified my excitement, as I listened to the rhythmic slurping of his
cock pumping between my legs.

As quickly as we had begun, my cousin abruptly stopped, pressed his lips
against my ear, and quitely asked, "Are you ready?"



Chapter 6

His question didn't take any thought as far as I was concerned, and in
retrospect I think he considered it rhetorical anyway. I was a young very
horny guy whom he had taken the edge of total ecstasy, or so I though at
the time, and I would have probably agreed to anything at that moment.  I
hungrily replied, "Yes, hell yes!"

He told me to put my legs tightly together, which I did, and then proceeded
to give me another sensual tonguing. His kisses were incredible and I
almost felt I could cum from his tender caresses and tonguing. Before I
could test that theory, he completes our kiss and tells me he needs to do
something before we move on. It will help him bring me along, he
explains. I've gotten him too damn aroused and he needs more control for
later, he goes on to point out. I just tell him to do whatever it is he
needs to do, and lay back. I know I'm going to do whatever he tells me to
now, the point is moot.

He resumes hungrily devouring my mouth, sensually exploring that orifice to
its fullest. Locked in this erotic oral embrace, I can feel his body
undulating and the more pronounced and deliberate thrusts between my ass
cheeks. The slurping sounds are growing louder, and my ass is now drenched
with the constant flow of precum he is leaking, or more accurately,
shooting into my crack.  He skillfully arches his back upward to avoid
rubbing my penis, to prevent me fomr coming prematurely, while he continues
to sustain a long deep unrelenting kiss, and increase his pace. The
increasing sloppy wet sound of his cock pumping into my ass cheeks is
causing me to ooze large quantities of precum saturating my adbomen. I
could feel his growing need and the buildup to climax. From his body
language, it was now obvious what he meant when he said I had really gotten
him aroused. His kisses grew in intensity; more urgent, rougher, pleading.

I feel his stomach muscles tighten, and the arm supporting the small of my
back suddenly pulls me into him; his back arches as he breaks off his kiss,
and he screams, "I'MMMM CUMMMMMMING, OH GOD! I'M COMMMMMMMMING."

My body could sense his slightest movement and bathed in the tactile
sensations of his release, if they were framed in slow motion. My senses
were so incredibly heightened, from lust and arousal, that every movement,
emotion, and smell was crystalline before me. The husk of my former
physicality supplanted; I was now the body electric. My new form reveling
in the sensations of the rippling of his abdominal muscles as he pulled me
into him; the throbbing of his cock immediately before it enlarged to
forcefully eject thick hot gooey liquid down the length of his shaft,
releasing his manly fluid in spewing hot globs along the length of my
crack; and, the hot sticky feel of his thick cum as it soaked my cheeks and
the sheets beneath me. God, it felt wonderful, and I hadn't even come
yet. I was so hot I could have lit a fire with my cock.

Ronnie lay resting atop me for a minute or so, and I realized that he was
still rigid. "Wow, that was a trick I needed to learn. Wonder if he's going
to teach me that one!" I thought to myself.  After a short time, he lifted
up and put his lips to mine, giving me a long passionate kiss. I was
completely submissive at that point; he could have done whatever to me,
used me in any way he liked. Slowly he broke off the kiss and said, "I want
to give you something I think you will like, Okay?"  he asked, confident of
the response.

"Sure, what is it?" I inquired, dazedly.

He rose up and moved forward, still straddling my body, and positioned his
still rigid cock directly in front of my mouth. It was covered with white
sticky cum and still hot, as I could feel the heat radiating from his large
member.

"I want you take me in your mouth and suck all of the cum out you can, then
lick the shaft until I'm nice and clean" he said gently. "Can you do that
for me?" he asked sweetly.

I was honestly not prepared for this at all, and hesitated for a long
moment before coming to a decision. "If I don't like it I don't have to go
on, right?" I asked, searching for confirmation.

"That's right." he said. "Your choice, but I think you'll be surprised." he
said smugly, as if he knew what I had not realized yet.

Reluctantly, I agreed, and lightly kissed the head of his
manhood. Cautiously, I began to suck him into my mouth an inch at a time
until I had about half his hard flesh in my mouth, which was about all I
could take in. It was very difficult to get my mouth around circumference,
which made the going was slow at first. As I slowly sucked him I would
slide him out of my mouth, and licking the shaft of his large cock down to
the end of the shaft and under his balls, then put him back in and continue
sucking.  I was starting to actually enjoy the taste of his cum. It twas
slightly salty, and viscous, but it was surprisingly good. Once I had his
shaft completely clean, Ronnie directed me to suck his balls and ball
sack. I didn't know quite what he wanted, but he instructed me, step by
step, on what to do and how he liked it.  First, I took one testicle into
my mouth and sucked on it lightly, afraid I would hurt him. He told me to
suck it harder, then harder, so, I sucked the hell out it until he began to
moan softly. It sounded like I was doing something right, so I went to the
other testicle and swallowed it enthusiastically.  His balls were quite
large, but after a while I managed to get both balls in my mouth by sucking
one in, and then the other on top of it.  When I had both of his balls
firmly secure in my small mouth, I began to suck them like they were
jawbreakers; rolling them from side to side with my tongue, while
increasing and decreasing the sucking pressure in an alternating
fashion. Ronnie whet freaking crazy! I think his knees became weak because
he leaned forward again the window sill to support himself.  The more I
sucked his balls the louder his moans got, which excited me trememdously.

At one point, I looked down the length of my body and saw my cock standing
straight up and I swear it wasn't 6 or 7 inches anymore, it looked much
larger now, maybe 7 ½ or 8 inches. I stared at my own cock in disbelief,
but realized it made me even hotter, as I lay there sucking my cousin's
balls, looking at my cock still oozing loads of precum. The image caused me
suck harder. So, as I lay there I began to enjoy the musky smell of his
manhood and the taste of his ball sack combined with his cum juices. I was
consumed with lust at that moment. As I was enjoying his large testicles,
an idea popped into my head out of nowhere.  I reached down with my left
hand and grasped my hard member, wiping off the precum that was flowing
down the shaft, and then scooped up as much as I could from my abdomen, so
that my hand was now covered with the fluid. I began sucking Ronnie's balls
harder now; his moaning had not diminished, but now grew even more
pronounced, letting know the intense pleasure he was enjoying. As I sucked
him and drew his balls away from his body with my mouth, I suddenly, and
evidently unexpectedly, by his reaction, shoved my index finger as deep as
I could get it, into his rectum. He jumps like he'd been struck by
lightning, and started humping my finger while moaning and mumbling
something incoherent. I decided if one was good then two had to be better,
so I withdrew my index finger long enough to shove my middle and index
finger in together. That brought on an instant reaction, which made me
hornier, as his balls contracted in my mouth, and his ass respond by moving
back onto my hand with my constant in and out movement.

We went on like for I don't know how long before I decided to go for it and
put four fingers in. "Wow, that is great!" I thought to myself. It was
exciting giving someone that much pleasure, and it made me feel really good
to know I had the ability to do it. As I discovered later in life, I'm a
giver more than a receiver and enjoy making others feel good, much more
than myself.

After a few minute of working his ass with four fingers, I felt Ronnie move
to the side a bit. He reached up behind the window sill, I was to
discovered later, and opened a box containing a jar of cold crème remover,
which he later told me made a great lubricant. He instructed me to pull my
fingers out and place them in the jar he had lowered for me to see.  "Put
some of this on your fingers" he said.  So I did. I just reached in, got a
glob of it with my fingers, proceeded to lube his ass button and cheeks,
all the while continuing to suck his balls enthusiastically. At the angle
my head was on the pillow, and him leaning over my head, I soon discovered
that precum was dripping from his cock onto my forehead and starting to run
down my head, face and neck. I didn't care; at this point I was totally out
of control. I continued to dutifully suck as hard as I could on his balls
without a care in the world.


Chapter 7

Once I had thoroughly lubed Ronnie's ass, I thrust four fingers back into
his wanting hole. Once more, he went wild with lust and pleasure bucking
like a bronco. He appeared to be in a state of complete bliss as he moaned
and moaned and thrust backward to meet my fingers.  It was about this time
that an amazing and fortuitous sequence of events transpired that would
provide the opportunity for an immensely erotic experience. I had been
finger fucking his ass for quite a while whne my thumb started to cramp up,
which while funny now, was quite painful then, and caused my thumb to
involuntarily reflex into my palm with muscle spasms. At almost the same
instant that I was forcefully pushing my fingers forward, the muscle spasms
caused my thumb to tuck into my palm, and my entire hand slipped into
Ronnie's ass. Slipped may not be technically correct, actually. I was
pounding him pretty hard, so my hand was, more accurately, shoved
forcefully into his ass. The entire thing happened very quickly, and I was
astounded to find my entire hand in his ass up to my wrist. Back then my
hands were much smaller then today, but they weren't tiny.  Ronnie's first
reaction was to tense; then stop moving and lean back and down a bit. I
froze. He was now almost sitting on my chest with my hand and arm support
his ass. His head hung forward and I could see his eyes rolling back in his
head for a moment. Gradually, he looked down at me with glassy eyes and
said, "That's the most incredible thing I've ever felt in my life. Fist
fuck my ass David. Please don't stop!" he said pleadingly.

I released his balls from my mouth and smiled up at him as he leaned
forward and guided his cock toward my mouth. I could see a large droplet of
precum on the tip as I opened my willing mouth to accept him. The precum
tasted wonderful and had a silky smooth consistency as I began to suck his
wonderful organ. Almost immediately, he began humping my fist. I was really
ramming my hand in his ass now and after a few minutes he leaned forward
and began fucking my face with enthusiasm, begging me to hammer his ass as
hard as I could. I was afraid of hurting him, as my wrist was in past his
ass muscle now. Not so coincidentally, I was having trouble keeping up with
his cock's assault on my mouth and throat, as he became lost in the heat of
passion. I was gagging a bit as he rammed into my mouth; he would back off
until he started to get really excited, and then resorted to ramming that
big tool down my throat again.

Not too long after I really started to pick up the pace of my thrusts, I
felt his ass muscles grip my hand tightly as his body convulsed violently,
and began shaking uncontrollably.  His head thrown back, he screamed, "Oh
God! Oh God! Oh God! I'm CUMMMMMMMIN! I'm CUMMMMMMMMMMING! Oh my God I'm
CUMMMMMMMMING in your sweet, sweet little mouth! Take it all, take it all
sweetheart, drink my cum! Drink it all down for me! Suck me dry!" he
shouted, in the throws passion.

God did he ever come! I swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed; his cock
spurted so many times, I thought he was never going to stop filling my
mouth with his juices. As much as I was able to swallow, I still couldn't
get it all, causing his viscous white fluid to run out, and down the
corners of my mouth, dripping off my chin, down my neck, and onto my
chest. I remember thinking at the time, "What kind of load it would have
been if he hadn't cum once already?  Wow! Maybe I'll get another chance to
find out later." I thought, hopefully.




Chapter 8

Spent, Ronnie collapsed limply onto the window sill, his cock still in my
mouth, his body pinning me to the pillow. So, I lay there and continued to
suck every ounce of cum out of his cock that I could, enjoying the
experience and feeling his erection gradually subsiding in my mouth. My
hand was still lodged in his ass up past the wrist, so I slowly and gently
started to pull it out, but my efforts were met with some difficulty, as
his ass contractions didn't want to give up my hand just yet. Slowly
working my hand out, so I didn't hurt him, I was finally able to free my
appendage; it burst out with a wet popping sound. Ronnie just grunted with
satisfaction.  Even though his cock was completely limp, I continued to
suck his languid member, basically because I didn't know what else to
do. Ronnie's weight had me pinned to the pillow, and it was very enjoyable
to have his flaccid member in my mouth, sucking, licking, and nibbling
it. The feel of his limp appendage resting in my mouth, as I fondled it
with my tongue and lips, was quite sensual and exciting, I thought. There
really isn't anything quite like it. Well, everything was new to me at this
point, so I kept rolling it around in my mouth, squeezing with my lips,
darting my tongue around it, and sucking of course. From time to time I
would feel another spurt of cum dribbling out of the head, and could taste
bittersweet flavor of his cum as I lapped it up. Gradually, I became aware
of my still raging need and the fact that my cock was at full attention and
rock hard. Somehow I had overlooked my own need in my preoccupation with
this new and delightful experience. About the same time, I noticed my
cousin's limp cock slowly began to spring to life again. It gradually began
to stiffen under the constant assault of my tongue and lips. Almost before
I realized it, Ronnie's cock went from semi-hard to brickbat hard..

He remained in his previous position against the window sill, still pinning
me to the pillow, which was now pretty much soaked with his excess cum and
precum. Slowly, he started moving his now fully erect member in and out of
my mouth. That was fine with me; I figured that I had sucked him until he
was hard again, so I should finish the job. But the truth was that this new
experience was really turning me on, and it was fun! I had a playmate, and
I loved giving someone pleasure, so this was actually really good, and I
certainly wasn't bored! Another thing I discovered that night was that I
really liked to give head, and I was damn good at it!

After a few minutes, Ronnie started to increase his pace. The next thing I
am aware of is that both of his hands have a firm hold on both sides of my
head. He gently repositioned my head to make it easier for him to enter my
mouth, I think. He tilted my head up and back further and moved his body
position more toward the window sill, so I was looking up at his cock as he
was coming straight down into my mouth. Unexpectedly, his hands locked my
head in that position, and he slowly moved his fleshy member way down past
my gag reflex into my throat. I didn't think I'd be able to take his cock
all the way in, and I did gag a bit, but with my head tilted back his
entire length slid neatly down my throat. I discovered pretty quickly that
I had to time my breathing though, but as I grew accoustomed to his motion,
it began to feel pretty good. His cock going down my throat like that was a
fascinating feeling; his fleshy, hot, wand's full length sliding in and out
of my throat. I could feel his cock head way down past the back of my
throat, and I really loved the sensation. Shortly, he started to drive into
me harder and faster, but I was prepared this time and took him in
easily. He began moaning loudly, calling my name over and over, which was a
tremendous turn-on for me.

The idea of someone fucking and calling out my name at the same time, just
makes me super wet. It was extremely erotic and I loved every second of
it. I was only able to taste his precum when he brought his cock all the
way out of my throat back into my mouth, however. It became a game with me
to prevent his cock from slipping out of my mouth by clamping my lips
around his head as he pulled outward. He told me later that he loved the
feeling.  It was abuot this time, in the heat of passion, that he began
moaning and verbalizing sentiments that deeply touched me; "Oh God you are
a great fuck, I want to eat you up. Oh David, you feel so fucking good, you
are incredible. Your beautiful lips feel so soft and wet, I want to fuck
every hole you've got and I want you to fuck mine. Oh, I want you to be my
Bitch and I want to cum all over your body and taste you sweet virgin cum."
he cried, his thoughts forming sentences haphazardly.

His dirty talking really got my juices flowing, so I began stroking my cock
as he face fucked me. When I sensed his impending orgasm, I reached up with
my free hand and squeezed and pulled on his balls, hard. He instantly
responded by thrusting into my mouth harder and faster. I could tell he
wasn't going to last long now, so I released my cock and his balls, grabbed
his ass cheeks, and assisted him as drove his cock down my throat. His
marble sized balls slapped again the underside of my chin as he drove
roughly into my willing mouth. He was really pounding my throat with long
hard stokes now, as he buried his cock in my face up to his pubic mound. I
pulled him into me tightly when I felt his ass cheeks clinch. There was a
guttural grunt as his orgasm overtook him. He came very hard, dumping
another huge load down my throat, in wave after wave of pulsing spurts
. His manhood was so far down my throat when he came that I felt his cum
being pumped into the very back of my throat, then sliding the rest of the
way into my stomach. I couldn't taste his sweet cum until he pulled his
cock head out far enough into my mouth to catch the remaining thrusts and
spurt of his juice, as he finished. Once more, I held him in my warm eager
mouth and sucked him dry, long after he went limp from the second time.

In a few minutes, he slid down in front of me and proceeded to give me a
long, deep, passionate kiss. I lay there, in his embrace, lost in his body,
and the kiss, for a long time. He sucked the remnants of his cum from my
mouth and tongue, and licked my face, neck, and chest, cleaning his cum
from my body. Afterward, he looked at me with those beautify bright hazel
eyes, and whispered; "Now it's your turn." he said. "You are fantastic in
bed, but there's a lot more to learn, tonight is just the beginning."

Ronnie looked at me soulfully, winked, and then engaged me in another long
impassioned kiss.

I thought, "Is this really happening to me?" I knew then it was going to be
a long HOT summer." I said to myself, expectantly

Later as I lay, eyes open, staring into the cool pitch black tranquility of
the pre-dawn hours, I could discerned some infinitesimal difference within
me; a subtle yet distinct transformation of my essence, but I could not say
what; merely that something had inexorably forever awakened.


The series will continue with: The Long Hot Summer -- Field of Dreams