Date: Fri, 8 May 2009 12:21:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Richard Lickerish Subject: Bi Cousin's Summer Chapter 9: The Journey North Warning! If you are not of legal age to read stories that contain erotic subject matter or you are offended by the erotic subject matter contained herein do not read any further. All rights to this story are retained by the author. This story is protected under applicable copyright laws and may not be reproduced without the express written permission of the author. Comments and critics on the story are welcome and may be directed to author at: richardlickerish "at" yahoo "dot" com Subject line: Bi Cousins Bi Cousin's Summer By Dick Licker Chapter 9: The Journey North After an all-nighter of wild ass sexual antics Shelly, Peter and I got into Peter's vehicle for the trip to Wheaton. Our asses were dragging as we began loading up for the journey north. Shelly and I were dozing on and off while Peter drove north towards the campus. As we bumped along the road to Wheaton I dreamed about Peter's cock and how I wanted it to fill my ass -- soon. I don't know why I was so captivated by Peter, but I was. True he was a beautiful handsome hunk; however, I had my doubts as to where he was going as far as his lifestyle. When we got to school I wanted to cultivate a relationship with a female, but I also wanted to maintain a secret relationship with Peter. I wanted to have my cake and eat it too. We had split with Vicki when we left Shelly's house. Last we saw Vicki she was driving back to the farm to start getting ready to head off to the private Catholic college she would be attending in the fall. The two girls were crying, blubbering and hugging each other all morning as we were preparing to leave. Vicki had earned a scholarship to attend the private school about an hours drive from her home. She was going to major in Molecular Biology. Me, I hadn't decided on a major yet. I was going to start school under a liberal arts program. We all waved final good-byes to Vicki and then went our separate ways. Our good-byes were not final forever we would get together for weekends and holidays. Of course we would stay in contact by way of e-mails and our cell phones. With any luck at all Peter and I would be spending more time together on the computer doing school work and researching sex on the Internet too. The night before we all began our journeys towards higher education we'd engaged in some wild erotic sexual acts for our amusement. God, the girls were so fucking hot going down on each other and doing each other with the dildos as Peter and watched. While the two girls were sixty-nining each other Peter and I were doing each other. After we ejaculated I rolled over and began licking my cousin's ass. She was in the top sixty-nine position with her ass in the air. I couldn't resist rimming that well-defined ass of hers. Vicki demanded, "Oh yeah Dickie, stick your tongue in there push into the sphincter. Tongue fuck my ass baby." Peter sat on the bed in awe as I grasp Vicki's golden globes pulling them apart to get a good view of her gaping asshole. Peter was unschooled in such sexual ways. I proceeded to prod her pink pucker with my tongue. Every once in a while I would lick her taint down to the bottom of her pussy, and then Shelly and I would then tongue duel for a few seconds. Peter was just completely taken aback by it all he was watching. After the girls were finished and exhausted I laid my cock in the crack of Vicki's butt moving it back and forth similar to a routine Buzz and I had developed in earlier years to get off. I shot a load on her back and buttocks then she ordered Peter to lick it off. The four of us found time to sexually pleasure each other a few more times before the sun came up; however, as usual with Vicki there was never any intercourse. She said that to fuck before marriage was sinful. She was saving her virginity for marriage. Vicki was Catholic and Shelly was Presbyterian, but neither was practicing. So, I concluded that much of Vicki's reluctance to engage in coitus had been driven by early religious upbringing. My mind began reeling back to the first time Phillip sucked my cock in the closet of the choir room at my old church. God, what an exhilarating experience I was recalling. My memory took me back to the first time Phillip touched me. He reached over quietly, feeling me up on the bus ride to church camp. I don't remember the exact time, but it was dark outside and inside the bus, so there was no chance getting caught. We were just two horny youngsters feeling each other up through the fabric of our clothing for an hour or so until the bus stopped at the camp. For the next two weeks we would play with each other's peckers every chance. We especially looked forward to the evenings when we could play with each other, jacking our little peckers. This went on every night while at camp. Then when we got back home we were on the phone calling each other, reliving the experiences much like we were boy friend and girl friend. We arrived for choir practice early and snuck into the closet where the choir robes were kept. Phillip pushed me back in the dark corner of the closet and told me to drop my pants. I complied with his command. We stood in between some musty smelling old choir robes playing with each other's peckers. Phillip dropped to his knees and took my four inch hard cocklet into his mouth. He began bobbing up and down on it and then suddenly, I felt that feeling building in my foot. Blam: I had a dry orgasm. My legs turned to rubber sending me to the floor. Phillip quietly urged me to repay the favor. I reached over grasping Phillip's uncut pecker lowering my head towards his crotch to take the breakfast sausage into my mouth. I wasn't thrilled with the aroma coming from his crotch, but began duplicating what Phillip had done to me a few minutes earlier. Phillip was moaning softly bucking up into my face. I could hear voices outside in the choir room. I knew we were going to get busted. I began tasting bitterness in my mouth. The bitter salty taste along with the unsavory aroma almost made me gag. I didn't want to continue, but I owed Phillip a blowjob. I didn't mind jacking his uncircumcised schlong; in fact, I remember it was kind of neat watching the foreskin move back and forth over the glistening purple glans. I continued sucking Phillip's schlong, but knew it would be the last time. Once Phillip's cock became sensitive I knew he'd had a dry orgasm too. The two of us maintained our mutual jack off sessions up into high school, but there were no more blowjobs after the evening in the choir room closet. When I started high school I met a new fuck buddy. Now fuck buddies do not literally have to fuck each other in the ass, but they may enter into anal gratification. Mostly, a fuck buddy is a trusted friend who helps another friend out sexually, doing mutual masturbation and blowjobs for sexual gratification. Buzz and I signed up for wrestling and made the freshman squad. We soon became more than teammates. Although Buzz and I never truly cornholed each other we came close. We would lube our butt cracks up and then one would lay on top of the other rubbing his hard cock back and forth into the other's ass crack. We called this the hot dog in the bun routine. The relish was the lube and later the cum. In many ways Buzz reminded me of Peter. Buzz was one of those guys that had what's called an acorn penis when soft. He was lean and well-built, but his cock when flaccid was only about an inch long nub, nothing more than the head showing. His penis appeared much like an acorn jutting out from his crotch. The soft little nubbin reminded me of an acorn resting in brown forest undergrowth; however, when it became erect it stood out from his crotch a firm full five inches and was about the thickness of a flashlight battery. But it was his glans that caught my attention. It was very prominent with a nice coronal ring. Once again, it was a well-defined cockhead that captured my attention. I sucked on that beauty many times throughout high school. Because Buzz didn't fill out the crotch area of his singlet a lot of older teammates and some of the younger ones would ridicule Buzz for his shortcoming. I never badgered Buzz about not showing well in his wrestling tights; therefore, we became fast friends and high school fuck buddies. I wondered since leaving Ashville how Buzz was going to do in the Army. He enlisted just after high school graduation. I was hoping that Peter might fill the void that Buzz had left in my sex life. I began waking up and sure enough I had a hard-on from my dreams. "Want me to drive?" I asked Peter. "Sure." Peter slowed down pulling onto the shoulder of the road and we changed seats without waking Shelly. I pulled out onto the highway easing up to the speed limit. Peter eased over closer to the center of the seat. We began conversing about what to expect once we go to campus. We knew that we would be required to live on campus, so we discussed the possibility of sharing a dorm room. Once we arrived on campus Peter and I headed towards the freshman orientation while Shelly made her way to the administration office to verify her courses for the fall semester. We eventually met up for dinner where we discovered that Shelly had met up with her former roommate and they would be sharing a room for the fall. Peter and I had applied for and gotten a room together in the freshman dorms. After the three of us ate we split up again returning to our respective rooms on campus. Before we split up we talked about what might transpire on the Labor Day weekend when we all would get together for the three days of holiday sex before the fall semester got underway. I was looking forward to four years of college and all the extracurricular activities.