From: organs@backdoor.com (Bruce)
Subject: BB: First & Second Cousins (b/b)
Date: 28 Apr 1996 02:34:21 GMT
Organization: The Denver Exchange, Inc.

Please check the header! The following story contains some form
of gay sexual content  describing purely fictional events. If
this is "not your bag", do yourself and us all a favor and hit
the "n" key NOW!

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Now, on with the show!                  (Hi, there, Senators!)

Oh: permission to archive and/or re-post granted, so long as the
author is credited. Otherwise, (c) Bruce Bramson 1995.

Bruce Bramson
                        FIRST AND SECOND COUSINS

Tommy blossomed in the spring, along with the trees and flowers. It was a
few months after his twelfth birthday that he burst from the budding
pubescent stage into a young man in full bloom. So sudden was the
unfolding, in fact, that the many people who were watching in fascination
were startled by the quickness of the event. Seemingly in only a few
short weeks Tommy evolved from that entity known as a "little boy" into
the phenomenon called adolescence.

He was in junior high at the time, and already filled with dreams of
summer not so far off. His Uncle had promised him a job on his peach
ranch, and Tommy looked forward to earning some "real money" for the
first time in his life. He wasn't sure what kind of work he'd be doing,
and it doubtless never occurred to him that his sudden awkwardness of
body and lack of co-ordination would interfere with any work. For, as an
adolescent, Tommy had suddenly acquired those peculiar characteristics
which distinguish this particular stage in the evolution of a human
being. Unlikely things sometimes happened to his voice; he broke more
than the usual number of dishes when it was his turn to wash them; as he
walked, it frequently seemed that the smooth, hairless legs moving inside
his trousers were not actually attached to him; and the glabrous expanse
of wrist now protruding from his out-grown shirt-sleeves emphasized the
disproportionate size of his hands, making their every move seem
unnecessary.

As is so often the case, Tommy moved, in the course of this transition
out of the realm of "just another kid" into the realm of a really
striking creature. Without quite realizing why, he was now inclined to
keep himself looking a little better than he had been used to doing; his
straight black hair was coaxed (most of the time) into various swirls
around his head, to provide pleasant contrast to his somewhat angular
features. He had become a bit fussy about his clothes, too, being sure
his pants always showed a neat crease, and keeping his T-shirt sleeves
rolled tightly up into his arm-pits, as he saw all the other boys doing.
His family had not yet been able to afford new pants for him, so his were
last year's, too short but not nearly so tight as his friends were
wearing. Still, to the many who gazed fascinated on the youngness mixed
with expansion here-and-there that epitomized Tommy, there were
multitudes of signs of true physical beauty approaching.

Just before Easter vacation, Tommy's Grandmother, who he had not known
well, passed away somewhere in the East, and it was necessary for his
parents to be away. This strain on the family budget accounted for his
having to stay at home, which he did not mind, and also explained why his
first cousin, Ralph, was sent by his parents to stay with Tommy and look
after things while the adults were away. These arrangements were all made
quite suddenly, so Tommy rather unexpectedly found himself being driven
home from the airport by his cousin, after watching his parents' plane
taxi out and take off for Chicago. It was Friday evening, and school
would be out for a whole week.

Cousin Ralph was twenty, proud of his driver's license, his customized
Ford, and his body. Now in early manhood, he stood a comfortable five-
foot-nine, and was particularly proud that not an ounce of fat was to be
found on his nicely proportioned frame. He had, as a boy, tended to be
overweight, a situation that largely corrected itself as he matured,
assisted by a lot of vigorous physical activity which included some
weight-lifting and a lot of basketball.

Ralph and Tommy were not really well acquainted. Their families had not
been particularly close, and the mileage between them had kept them
apart. They usually got together on a few occasions through the years,
but this was the first time the boys had spent any time alone together.
It was not surprising, therefore, that their conversation on the way home
this night was a bit formal. Neither had any plans for the vacation that
he cared to reveal to the other at this point, so they decided when they
got home just to watch TV for a while.

The television set for the family was in Tommy's own bedroom, which was
really the most spacious room of the house. In front of the TV was a
rather worn short couch that had stubby arms at each end -- the sort of
thing boys like to drape themselves over in ludicrous positions while
talking on the phone, watching TV, and "studying", all at the same time.
Tommy tuned the TV and sat down awkwardly, his legs straight out in front
of him. Ralph, who had stopped by the bathroom, presently strode into the
room and sat on the unoccupied part of the couch. The two of them, with
little conversation, became engrossed in the program, though Tommy was
uncomfortable having to actually sit on the couch instead of stretching
out on it as he usually did. The sound volume increased somewhat as a
commercial appeared on the screen: a shapely young woman was advertizing
a "new" lipstick, making a lot of suggestive motions in the process.

"Some dish!" said Ralph; as he said this he raised his hand slightly to
indicate the girl on the screen, then dropped his slightly hairy hand
lightly on Tommy's nearby thigh. He left his hand there.

"I guess so", replied Tommy, who was a bit surprised at finding Ralph's
hand on his leg. His Father occasionally did this, but then it was just
an affectionate pat. Tommy pulled his leg up toward the couch, as if
casually changing position, feeling sure Ralph would remove his hand:
Ralph didn't. The TV program resumed and Tommy turned his attention to
it, but that hand on his leg was very distracting, the more so because
Ralph had begun to sort of massage his thigh -- ever so gently but
distinctly, moving slightly this way and that, squeezing and releasing
the flesh beneath his fingers. Suddenly Tommy became alarmed, for he
noticed an unexpected sensation centering in his crotch. It was a
tightening of muscles, a sudden consciousness of himself combined with an
urge to relax which could not happen, as he was quite uneasy. It was also
a feeling of embarrassment, as he realized the sensation was not actually
unpleasant -- just new and unfamiliar. He also found that his pecker was
beginning to do what it had been doing more often lately: it was trying
to get hard and erect, which usually happened only in the morning.

Ralph's hand kept up its persuasive movements, and Tommy's thoughts raced
and tumbled around in his brain. The "dish" on the TV came and went in
another commercial without comment from Ralph; Tommy had lost the thread
of the program anyway as his mind filled with some of the questions he
had been asking himself the past few months: questions like *why* his
pecker got hard in the morning -- or at other odd times for that matter;
or why in the last few weeks he had noticed hair beginning to grow around
his pecker and under his arms. But the burning question of the moment
was, why is Ralph doing this to me with his hand?

Tommy realized the worn elastic of his shorts was insufficient to contain
his rapidly enlarging pecker, and that its length was pretty much exposed
by the bulge in his trousers. He confirmed this with a glance away from
the TV screen which he wasn't really watching anyway. If anything,
Ralph's hand was now getting a little more active, subtly increasing the
length of its travels, now squeezing a little harder here, then a little
harder there. And -- yes, no doubt about it now -- it was moving ever
nearer to his crotch, now so burning with a sensation of heat and
tightness that it seemed to Tommy it would burst the fabric at any
moment. He thought about going to take a leak, but he was paralyzed in
his position, for, unreal as the whole occurrence seemed, he had to admit
the situation was not exactly unpleasant, though he somehow sensed that
hand on his leg would sooner-or-later reach what seemed to be its
destination, and his erection would be noticed.

He found himself waiting anxiously for the hand to get there. Will it be
this time? Surely! No, there it goes back towards his knee, now firmly
gripping his thigh at the knee and very, very slowly relaxing its grip
before moving upwards yet again. This time? It stopped about half-way up
his leg, and Tommy realized that the weight he now felt was from Ralph's
bracing himself to stand up. Standing, Ralph turned his profile to Tommy,
who nearly jumped a foot off the couch when he looked (as he could not
help doing) at the enormous bulge in Ralph's Levis. Then Tommy relaxed
just a little, knowing Ralph, for some reason, had a hard pecker too.

"Seem a little warm to you?" Ralph asked quietly. Tommy opened his mouth
to reply, but found he could make no sound come out, for his throat was
very dry and his voice often disappeared now and then anyway. He cleared
his throat.

"A little, I guess", he croaked, managing a sort of smile. He moved a
little on the couch, hoping still to be able to disguise his hard-on
before Ralph saw it. With no further word, Ralph slipped off his shirt
and dropped it on the floor. Tommy could see by the light of the TV that
his skin was very tight on his body, so that lots of veins and things
which lay beneath were highlighted in the stark glow from in front of
them. Then Ralph unbuttoned his pants, slid the zipper down, and shed his
Levis quickly, much as a lizard sheds its skin. No longer held down by
the cloth of his pants, Ralph's pecker stood out even further than it
had, drawing his shorts away from his thighs in front. It seemed like a
very long thing to Tommy, whose gaze was now riveted upon Ralph's lithe
body almost naked before him. He could see there was more hair around
Ralph's cock than around his own, and the line traced by the back of
Ralph's thighs, as seen silhouetted against the TV, was a graceful and
powerful arc, curving down into his knees, below which Tommy noticed also
there was some hair such as he did not have on his own body. Ralph stood
for a few moments, stretching himself, rippling every muscle in his body,
then snapped the top elastic of his shorts and abruptly sat back down
next to Tommy. His erection was still his most prominent feature,
accented by the dazzling white covering which reflected so much more
light from the TV than did his well-tanned skin.

Tommy realized his own erection was still painfully present, and he
thought it had never stayed hard so long before. He also became aware
with embarrassing suddenness that he was no longer staring at the TV, but
was instead unabashedly gazing at Ralph's crotch; even worse, Ralph was
now watching *him*. Tommy opened his mouth to excuse his rudeness, but
again no sound would come out, so he tried to return his attention to the
TV.

"It's a lot more comfortable like this", Ralph said, "and it's plenty
warm enough for it".

Tommy managed a croak: "Yes, it's warm enough OK", but he was still glued
to his seat by an inexplicable hesitance to follow Ralph's example. They
sat for a few moments without saying more; then slowly, very slowly,
Ralph reached over and effortlessly unclasped the top of Tommy's pants.
"Come on", he said, "you'll feel better".

Tommy was all but paralyzed, but managed to think maybe he could talk his
way out of this thing, although he was no longer sure he wanted it to
end. He wasn't really sure of anything, except that nothing like this had
ever happened before. Finding some semblance of a voice by swallowing
hard a time or two, he said to Ralph, "Do you often watch TV with no
clothes on?"

"I usually *do* watch TV without my clothes on", Ralph replied, "but I'm
not really watching TV now any more than you are". And it was true, Tommy
admitted to himself; he had been watching Ralph for some time, ignoring
the racket and jumping shadows on the screen.

"I guess I'm a little embarrassed", Tommy said apologetically.

"No reason", said Ralph; "all my friends and I get a kick out of fooling
around like this. There's no reason why we can't enjoy it tonight like
everyone else is doing".

Tommy agreed inwardly that this made sense, because he had occasionally
heard kids at school discussing various things that he knew had to do
with sex, peckers, and so forth; and he realized from the amount of talk
he heard that these things must be taking up a good deal of their time.
He squirmed in his seat a bit and looked beyond the TV for a moment, so
did not see Ralph's hand reach over towards his lap; he jumped tensely as
that hand carefully sought out his zipper and moved it downwards. The
vague feelings he had been experiencing all evening suddenly grew to a
feverish intensity as he felt a very warm hand move caressingly inside
his shirt and glide warmly across his stomach, then upwards, always
moving, hesitating here and there, playing with his nipples, playing
under his arm, and then slowly withdrawing out along his still-clothed
thigh.

"Stand up"! Ralph's voice was quiet but firm. With some effort, Tommy
gathered in his legs and as though resigned to his fate (though enjoying
the resignation) he rose to his feet. His unzipped pants fell away from
his crotch and his cock strained to unbend and stand full out, held back
none-too-successfully by his shorts. Ralph wordlessly and with both hands
assisted Tommy out of his oxfords and out of the pants now coiled around
his ankles; Tommy stifled a fleeting impulse to touch Ralph's broad,
muscular back, rippling here and there as he worked. Suddenly Tommy
realized his own thighs, now bare, had become nearly enveloped in Ralph's
busy hands, hands that were slowly and smoothly working directly up
towards his crotch; his leg muscles had become all tense and rigid, and
he felt a pulsing throb in his pecker, a feeling he had never before
experienced, but which was distinctly pleasant. Now Ralph's hands were
almost at the boundary of his shorts, now tickling at the space between
the elastic and his tense skin, now working smoothly to grasp the cloth;
and slowly, tenderly, he drew the shorts downward, pulling the cloth and
top elastic out over the end of Tommy's cock. Now it was free, standing
directly out from his body, pulsing rhythmically, and larger (Tommy
thought as he glanced down at it) than he himself had ever seen it. Ralph
bent over once again and deftly slipped Tommy's feet one-by-one out of
the limp shorts which he held in his hands just a few moments before
tossing them lightly atop the trousers nearby. Tommy discovered his heart
was pounding and that nearly every muscle in his body was tense; he was
sweating under his arms and across his forehead and the beads glistened
in the bouncing lights from the TV.

Ralph stood up, leaned far over and turned off the TV. Then he turned on
the small lamp above the set. Tommy noticed that the yellowish light from
the lamp reduced the pallidness of his skin as seen by the light of the
TV screen. It also made Ralph's already-tanned skin seem darker, which
somehow made him seem larger than he really was. Ralph was now standing
directly in front of Tommy, nearly -- but not quite -- touching him with
the cloth-covered end of his pecker. He had placed his large warm hands
on Tommy's shoulders so surreptitiously that Tommy hardly realized they
were there.

"Take mine off me", Ralph spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, "just like I
did yours".

The white shorts were directly in front of him. Because of the difference
in their heights, Ralph's pecker was pointed at the top of Tommy's
stomach, and as they stood there the end of it was not an inch away.
Tommy had been so carried away when Ralph had removed his shorts he did
not remember clearly how it had been done; but he reached out and placed
his hands on Ralph's thighs, just below the spot where the shorts would
have closed around them if not held out by the hard pecker inside. Tommy
immediately felt a rippling, solidifying motion of the warm muscles he
touched, felt too the warm hands on his own shoulders tighten and press
upon him. He moved his hands up a bit to grasp the shorts before him, but
Ralph moved with them up on his toes, bracing himself against Tommy.
Tommy glanced up at Ralph's face, seeing that it was tilted up and away
from him slightly, and that his eyes were closed. His own fingers now
were under the elastic of the shorts, feeling the unaccustomed scratch of
curly hairs against his fingers. Gathering the cloth in his fingers, he
rather inexpertly pulled the shorts down, drawing the pecker inside down
too. Without really thinking about it, he withdrew one hand and reached
in above the top elastic and gripped the warm cock inside, pulling the
shorts away and over the head of it with his other hand. His first
impression of the object he now held was of its warmth -- seemingly hot
to the touch; and as he fumbled with the shorts he became aware of a
tremendous surging of the muscular rod. Ralph was moving to-and-fro in
front of him, and without warning a lightning-quick stream of a warm
whitish liquid issued from Ralph's pecker, followed in rapid succession
by several more spurts, each seemingly propelled from his body by the
jerky rhythm of the rod in Tommy's hand. Each shot of the fluid landed
noiselessly in various spots around his stomach, feeling like sprays from
a watergun filled with hot water; the juicy stuff reluctantly ran down
over his skin, here and there falling away to the floor.

Tommy did not know what to do! He was so surprised by all this that he
simply stood holding Ralph's dribbling tool, which still gave an
occasional rending throb in his hand, and which remained as hard as when
he had first grasped it. Then Tommy realized Ralph was slowly beginning
to relax; he eased his weight back to the flat of his feet, and the grip
of his hands on Tommy's shoulders grew weaker. Ralph opened his eyes and
looked down at Tommy; Tommy looked up into Ralph's eyes with a
questioning glance and saw they were glistening and very black.

"Always kinda messy that way", Ralph said. Gently pushing Tommy towards
the couch, he said, "sit back down and I'll take care of the mess". Tommy
yielded to Ralph's push and collapsed on the couch, pushing his legs out
before him. His chest and stomach glistened here and there with long
streaks of wetness, and his pecker still stood out like the handle of a
frying-pan. "Close your eyes and relax", the gently persuasive voice of
Ralph spoke again.

Ralph's hands were again on Tommy's shoulders, but now he felt them glide
down along his sides and onward to his thighs; Ralph put his weight on
them and knelt down on the floor between Tommy's legs. Tommy rested his
head on the back of the couch and obediently closed his eyes. His head
was swimming with all that had taken place that he did not fully
understand. But suddenly all thoughts were dispelled by a sensation still
different from any he had felt so far, and he was compelled to open his
eyes to see what was creating in various spots over his flesh a feeling
he could only describe as a hot poker being drawn over his skin. Ralph's
head was bent down over Tommy's stomach and moving here and there, his
tongue darting out to pick up the still-moist exudate that had so shortly
before issued from his own penis.

"Don't watch, just feel", Ralph said between a couple of licks. Tommy
wondered how Ralph had known he was being watched, but closed his eyes
anyway, slowly to become enveloped in a totality of sensation so
overwhelming that all other thoughts were pushed completely from his
mind. Ralph, for his part, was busy everywhere at once, or so it seemed,
stroking or licking first Tommy's stomach, then his legs, then his chest.
Tommy winced with pleasure (yes, it *was* pleasure now!) as Ralph's
tongue found one of his nipples and toyed with it until the nipple itself
seemed surely to be on fire. He winced again as Ralph managed to get
enough of Tommy's thigh-flesh into his mouth and bite just hard enough to
cause all the muscles of his leg to flex and grow tight. A few moments
later Ralph's swift, sure fingers found that apex of eroticism where legs
and balls meet, and when his tongue found the same spot Tommy was sure no
other sensation could match the intensity he felt at that moment. But
Ralph and his hands never lingered long in one spot, and presently he had
taken Tommy's balls, now tightly knotted together, in his mouth, thus
pouring liquid fire over already glowing embers. As he drew away from
them, Tommy found himself automatically raising himself up -- the tension
in his legs dug his heels into the carpet and the reaction forced his
mid-section upward as though reaching for the ceiling. And at this very
moment that smooth liquid fire glided silently down over his rigid
pecker, down, down, devouring it entirely. Rhythmically Tommy's body
began to heave up and down; his legs moved as if towards and away from
each other at the same time. A river of fluid welled up from somewhere
inside him, and seemingly gathered in the tip of his penis, now buried
somewhere in Ralph's throat. The pace of his movements became more rapid
and suddenly, with a low moan, Tommy felt the head of his cock burst
open: with great lunging motions he sought to expel the fluid whose
pressure it seemed had split the end of his pecker. With each forward
thrust another spurt shot out into Ralph's waiting throat, while Ralph
dug his nails into the rock-hard flesh of Tommy's trembling thighs.

It seemed as hours that the ecstatic climax continued; but slowly the
lunging youth began to relax. The fluid from his cock was almost all out,
his muscles were recovering their proper functions, and at length, eyes
closed, his exhausted body lay at ease on the couch. Ralph carefully
moved up on the still-erect penis, bringing a twitch of pleasure to the
body attached. He swallowed silently and nimbly moved his body up from
the floor to the couch, where he too relaxed, eyes closed. Only two still
throbbing and drooling penises betrayed that fact that the two boys were
not asleep.

Thoughts once again began to form in Tommy's mind. He could not help
recalling the events of the evening so far, feeling as he did so a
mixture of awe, pleasure and exhaustion. It occurred to him that he had
to pee, and he remembered that he had last used a toilet long before
leaving for the airport. So presently he stood up, rather stiffly and
awkwardly, and walked disjointedly into the bathroom. As he bent to raise
the toilet lid, he observed a large drop of moisture on the end of his
cock; he wiped it off with a finger, noting the alkaline slipperiness of
the unfamiliar fluid. He noticed how tender the end of his cock was,
noticed too that it was still pretty stiff. He had to pee, of that there
was no question, yet his hard-on seemed to prevent it, and he
concentrated on the water in the bowl, still feeling tired and still
mulling over in his mind all that had occurred.

Thus lost in thought, he did not notice Ralph slip quietly into the
bathroom behind him; so he jumped violently as Ralph's large hand,
fingers spread wide, enveloped the major portion of his tight buttocks.
Tommy turned and looked at Ralph's pecker, now about half-hard and still
glistening at its end like his own. His mind momentarily diverted, Tommy
began to pee, and Ralph brought his free arm around into the yellowish
stream, letting the urine run down his forearm where it mingled with the
black hairs near his wrist and where the rivulets were split here and
there by bluish veins so prominent on Ralph's arms and hands. He moved
his hand gracefully, causing the urine to drip from this finger or that
into the bowl below; Tommy wondered if the pee was as warm to Ralph's arm
as it seemed to be inside his cock.

"You like that?", Tommy asked incredulously. "Isn't it kinda nasty?"

"Nothing nasty about it", replied Ralph. "Feels good, and washes off OK".

Tommy's bladder neared emptiness, and as he pumped the last few spurts
Ralph cupped his hand to make it splash audibly as the pee struck his
palm. Tommy realized that meanwhile Ralph's other hand, or at least one
finger of it, had managed to work its way deep into the crack of his
backside, where it moved now and then in the vicinity of where he shit
from; this embarrassed him, so he turned away from Ralph, flushed the
toilet, and began to wash his hands at the washbasin. He rinsed them and
turned off the water, noticing that now Ralph was peeing and how *loud*
the flow of his piss was as it struck the water. He turned and watched as
Ralph completed his urination, and as Ralph flushed the toilet and turned
away Tommy noticed again how well proportioned his cousin's body was, and
how powerful it appeared. He watched as Ralph also washed his hands
carefully in the basin, observing the curly black hairs that peeped from
beneath Ralph's armpits; instinctively Tommy reached under one of his own
arms and felt the few hairs there, wondering if sometime he might have as
many as did the youth standing before him. He watched the muscles
rippling beneath the tanned surface of Ralph's body and wondered how he
had acquired such a lovely tan.

Ralph turned off the water, dried his hands on a towel, and turned to
face Tommy. He appraised the youth before him as he let his eyes drift
down from Tommy's radiant face, past his rapidly developing chest to the
narrow waist, to his stomach, where now in good light he could discern
the dim outline of his cousin's budding hair-line; on down to the lithe
penis which was still not entirely soft and which seemed to be propped up
somewhat by the lovely balls beneath, both still drawn up tightly against
his body. Then, as if coming out of a trance, Ralph stepped toward Tommy,
moved him around towards the door and with his arm around his shoulder
moved back to the bedroom where they resumed their positions on the
couch.

"That your first blow-job?" Ralph asked Tommy.

"If that's what you call it, yes", Tommy replied. "First time anything
like this has happened to me", he said a bit breathlessly.

"You mean you never even jacked-off before?" Ralph asked incredulously.

"I tried it a coupla times but never anything happened", Tommy said. "At
least, nothing like what happened tonight!"

"Like it?" Ralph asked simply.

[continued]

-Bruce Bramson, 1987

                      ++++++++++++++++++++++


"It...it was fun, I guess", Tommy stuttered. "But isn't it bad for you?"

"I learned when I was eleven", Ralph said, "and I've been doing it ever
since and can't see it hurts me any. Every guy I've ever known well
enough to talk to has done it too -- most of them with me", he added
pridefully.

"I thought boys and girls..." Tommy's voice disappeared again.

"Too dangerous", Ralph said seriously. "You know how silly girls gossip
and tell everything that happens to them. A guy can't risk it these days.
Besides, there's nothing you can do with a girl you can't do just as well
with a guy".

"How do you mean?" asked Tommy.

"Well, every guy has a good throat, if you like that, and a good asshole
if you like it that way. Besides these, a girl has a cunt, but it ain't
any better than a good asshole as far as feeling goes. There aren't too
many dames that will take it in the ass anyway, or blow a guy, but
fellows seem to do it naturally, the way it ought to be done. And a
regular guy keeps what he does to himself -- doesn't go blabbing off to
everybody about his friends. So you see, it's really better this way",
Ralph concluded.

Tommy's voice returned, and he began to feel braver, now that Ralph was
talking about these things. "Ever fucked a girl?" he asked Ralph.

"Oh sure!" Ralph lied, "and believe me, they don't have anything over a
guy who knows what he's doing. Gals moan and groan a lot and make a lot
of motions and all, but when it comes to actually getting your rocks off,
a cooperative fellow can do a lot more for you. I mean, like if I was to
try and fuck you, for instance, with a little vaseline on my cock you'd
really enjoy feeling this thing" -- he waved his hand toward his cock,
which Tommy noticed was growing again -- "slipping in and out back there.
I've even known guys who came just by getting fucked, they liked it so".

Tommy guessed what it meant to "come"; and he tried to picture Ralph
pushing his dick into a fellow's ass, but the picture didn't come easily.
"Doesn't it hurt?" he asked.

"Not if it's done right", Ralph replied. "Maybe we'll try it tomorrow
night. I can see you have a lot to learn, and you might as well take
lessons from me".

"What is that stuff that comes out?" asked Tommy.

"Called lots of things: cum, jizz, stuff like that. It tastes better than
you probably think, and it can't possibly hurt you -- may be good for
you, even". Ralph liked to discuss sex, Tommy decided. Liked to *do* it,
too!

Tommy had not realized that as they were talking he had reached down to
scratch his balls, and was now holding his erect pecker in his hand. He
discovered this when he saw that Ralph was holding his too, moving his
hand slowly up and down on it. So Tommy began to move his hand likewise,
and quickly became conscious of that feeling of warmth around his crotch
that he had noticed earlier. He relaxed against the couch cushions and
kept up the stroke, slowly gathering speed. He slowed a bit as he noticed
Ralph was moving around, and he opened his eyes to discover Ralph
standing more-or-less up with his hands on the back of the couch and his
hard pecker very near to Tommy's mouth. Tommy's panic was instantaneous,
and he recoiled only to find one of Ralph's hands on the back of his
head, pulling it towards his throbbing pecker. "I know you'll like it,"
Ralph said meaningfully.

Tommy closed his eyes and opened his mouth a little. He felt the warm
head of Ralph's cock strike his teeth, persuasively pushing past them and
seeking shelter in the region beyond. Tommy's mouth was dry, but his
saliva began to flow and pretty soon about half of Ralph's dick was
gliding smoothly in and out of Tommy's mouth. Tommy, without thinking
about it, placed his hands on the backs of Ralph's thighs, feeling the
rhythmic surge of the muscles as they worked to help project their burden
into his throat. And then he noticed a sudden change in the rhythm, and
felt the curious sensation of something warm emerging powerfully from
Ralph's cock and striking the back of his throat (the same stuff he
recalled earlier hitting his chest). It was over more quickly this time,
and Ralph withdrew his cock and sat down on the couch, relaxing with his
eyes closed and his cock rapidly shrinking back into the space between
his legs. Tommy swallowed, and observed that he had never tasted anything
resembling what had just been deposited in his mouth. It wasn't bad or
good, really; maybe a trifle salty, or like over-cooked oat-meal. His
saliva was stringy and his mouth was getting dry again, and he was still
aware of a persistent feeling in his crotch. He resumed jacking himself
off, gathering speed quickly this time. Pretty soon his own muscles moved
rhythmically as his own somewhat stringy cum spurted out onto his smooth
stomach. When it was done, he relaxed: a very few moments later he was,
like his cousin, fast asleep.

Ralph awoke sometime during the night to find himself and Tommy still
half-sitting half-lying on the couch. In the light of the TV lamp he saw
the dried cum on Tommy's stomach. Tenderly he reached over and pulled the
sleeping youth over to him. Tommy stirred, but remained asleep in Ralph's
arms. They dozed a while longer, then somehow forced themselves upright
enough to stumble into bed. Before either boy wished it, morning arrived
in a blaze of light.

Ralph was already up when Tommy awoke. As he noticed his usual hard-on,
the previous evening's events flooded back into his brain. He felt the
dried cum on his stomach, and remembered with pleasure how it came to be
there. Then, suddenly very embarrassed, he got up and dressed quickly. As
he pissed at the toilet, despite his remaining hard-on, he recalled
Ralph's hand dripping with urine, and a peculiar chill ran down his spine
as he remembered opening his eyes to be confronted by Ralph's heaving
cock. He tried not to think of any of the other things, but just couldn't
seem to concentrate on anything else. So he brushed his teeth, combed his
hair carefully, and went downstairs.

Ralph was noisily eating cereal from a bowl and through a mouthful he
said good morning to Tommy. Tommy filled a bowl with cereal for himself
and poured milk from the bottle. As some milk splashed from a corn-flake
on to the table he remembered the sight of Ralph's cock spurting its
contents onto his chest. Ralph finished his cereal. "I'm afraid there's
been a change of plans", he said. "Mom phoned this morning and said for
me to drive us back there after we close up the house here, 'cause
they've got to go east to the funeral, too. She also said my vacation job
at the Post Office came through, so I'll be working from four to
midnight".

So Tommy's mind was finally diverted from sex as he and Ralph gathered up
their things and locked up the house. Soon they were once again zipping
along the freeway in Ralph's Ford. They talked about school and movies
and basketball games and things, and except for once when Ralph was
telling a joke and slapped Tommy's knee, Tommy pretty well forgot about
all the events of the night before. That is, until Ralph began to tell
about some of the things he did at the Post Office when there wasn't much
work to do! Tommy found it hard to believe anyone could actually give six
fellows blow-jobs in the space of a half-hour coffee-break, and he
figured Ralph was probably bragging just a little.

Ralph's folks had already gone when the boys arrived; it was past lunch
time, but Ralph's mom had left some sandwiches out for them. After eating
they got themselves settled into Ralph's bedroom which would have to do
for them both. Ralph spent quite a while getting ready for work, then
left about three. Tommy fell asleep on the bed, and it was dark outside
when he awoke. He ate another couple of sandwiches and opened a bottle of
pop from the fridge. He wandered around the unfamiliar house for a few
minutes, and finally decided to watch TV -- there was nothing else to do.

He had just managed to make himself comfortable -- nearly upside-down --
before the TV set when the doorbell rang. Reluctantly, he decided to
answer it and unfolded himself, fumbled around near the door to find the
porch light switch, then opened the door. A tall, lanky youth, probably a
few years older than himself (thought Tommy) stood on the other side of
the screen. "Hi! Who are you?" the visitor asked pleasantly.

"I'm Ralph's cousin, Tommy Brent", replied Tommy, adding, "Ralph's at
work at the Post Office".

"So *you're* Tommy Brent!" exclaimed the newcomer. "That makes you and me
cousins too, 'cause Ralph's also my cousin -- I'm Phil Hanson".

"Oh, I've heard of you. Come on in, I guess", Tommy said. "You must know
about the funeral and all: the folks are all away for the week. I'm
holding down the fort tonight -- me and the TV".

Phil opened the screen and entered the house. He was taller than Ralph,
and much thinner. His heavy jacket seemed to swallow him up, and his
spindly legs in tight pants might have been match-sticks except that the
pants revealed good -- if lean -- proportions for a fellow his height.
"What's on?" he asked, peering at the commercial on the TV.

"Some movie I got in on late: not bad so far, though", Tommy replied,
indicating the long couch before the TV. "Siddown and watch".

"Thanks", Phil said. He shed his jacket, which made him look a bit more
human, and stretched out full length on the couch, which was extra long
and roomy enough for him and for Tommy to sit at the end. As Tommy sat
down, he noticed a neat rounded bulge at the fly of Phil's pants: as he
tried to concentrate on the TV, thoughts of the previous night crept into
his brain once again, and he noticed the return of that sensation in his
crotch that he now knew meant the beginning of something. He fidgeted a
little and tried to think about the movie, but it was no use; he decided
he just had to find out what was in that bulge in Phil's pants. Boldly,
but awkwardly and without warning he moved his hand over and placed it on
the calf of Phil's leg. Phil seemed not to notice. Tommy grew bolder --
and hotter in his crotch -- and moved his hand down to Phil's ankle, then
pushed the pant-leg up so he could feel the skin of Phil's leg; it was
rather hairy, he noticed, but the hairs were very soft and the sensation
of it was pleasant.

"Hey", Phil said rather perplexedly. He was looking quizzically at Tommy,
who stared unabashedly at Phil's crotch. Tommy was really getting bold
now; he tried to mimic Ralph's manner as he said, "Relax and enjoy it" in
his slightly cracked voice.

"Yeh!" Phil's voice was incredulous, but that was lost on Tommy who, eyes
a-glow, stared even more pointedly at Phil's basket. "Let's have a little
fun", he said, and so saying, he moved around so that he was kneeling on
the couch between Phil's legs. He attacked the top of Phil's pants
feverishly, trying to loosen them with little success; gratefully, he
noticed the bulge enlarging in Phil's crotch.

"Easy, there", Phil said, still as though he could not believe what was
happening. He tried to get up, but Tommy was sort of sitting on his legs,
and from his supine position it was difficult for him to rise. Tommy had
managed to release the top of his pants, and was now unzipping them.
Roughly and awkwardly Tommy reached behind Phil and grasped pants and
shorts, pulling both down below Phil's crotch, from which there emerged a
rapidly enlarging pecker of ample dimensions. Phil wasn't quite sure what
to expect next, but decided to take Tommy's advice and relax a bit: no
one had ever attacked him so unexpectedly or so amateurishly, but he had
to admit it *was* different!

Tommy grasped the cock he had managed to expose and felt it still
stiffening. He tried to remember some of the things he had learned just
the night before, so he played with Phil's balls, squeezed his thighs,
and before he knew it bent over and licked Phil's stomach, much in the
manner of a cat lapping milk. He noticed that Phil's cock was longer than
either his own or Ralph's, and that it tended to bend upwards, but that
it was thinner around than Ralph's. The skin on this one was very loose,
and the sensation of jacking it off was something like moving a piece of
flexible hose up and down on a greased pole. He was unable to get more
than a third of the length of Phil's cock in his mouth, and there seemed
to be little reaction from Phil to any of Tommy's action. Tommy worked
his mouth around the head of Phil's dick, moving his tongue up and down
in the little valley that extended down the back from the hole in the
end. He was resting his hands on Phil's thighs, and occasionally he
remembered to massage them a bit, but he was disappointed that he did not
at once feel the tightening and muscular contractions that had been so
automatic with Ralph.

Presently Tommy felt a persuasive pair of hands on his shoulders pulling
him up off Phil's cock, pulling him upwards, in fact, towards Phil's
head. He sprawled rather awkwardly on top of Phil's stomach, and felt
Phil guide his erect penis up into the space between Tommy's legs. And he
felt Phil rubbing his thighs against his own: even through his jeans he
could feel they seemed more firm now. The hands on his shoulders moved
slowly up his neck, and the fingers buried themselves in Tommy's long
black hair, and gently but firmly persuaded his head to move downward.
Then, with yet another new sensation Tommy felt Phil's warm breath on his
face and a wet tongue moving lightly over his lips, slowly forcing its
way past them and massaging his teeth. As he opened his mouth slightly
his own tongue made contact with Phil's -- a chill ran up his spine as he
felt Phil's cock surge between his legs in response to the kiss. With a
sort of suction Phil drew Tommy's tongue deeper into his mouth, where
Tommy noted how different the inside of another's mouth feels from one's
own; how curious it was to feel teeth that belonged to another person. He
noticed too the feel of what he realized must be the beginnings of a
beard as his cheeks met those of Phil: something like sand-paper, but
more yielding.

Their mouths parted slowly, their out-stretched tongues caressed each
other for a few minutes, and Tommy realized excitedly he had just kissed
Phil in a way he had kissed no one before. As Tommy thought this over,
Phil managed to wriggle out from beneath him; now he was kneeling on the
floor next to the couch and was massaging Tommy's butt with his hands.
Tommy turned over on the couch, then stood and quickly rid himself of his
pants. He tossed them aside and slipped off his shorts, noticing as he
did so how a droplet of something on the end of his cock played out into
a long thread before breaking as the elastic slipped over the head of his
erection. He was standing before Phil now, who still knelt on the floor -
- in exactly the right position (Tommy thought) to blow him. He
anticipated that marvelous feeling of Phil's warm mouth on his pecker as
he gripped his T-shirt and slipped it over his head. So, he was a little
surprised when, with the shirt interrupting his view, he felt Phil turn
him around so that his butt was near Phil's face. Then he felt Phil grasp
his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, and decided as he tossed
his shirt aside that Phil wanted to play around a little before blowing
him.

Phil, kneeling, with his own long tool standing erect from its pubic
thicket contemplated the firm, fair cheeks in front of him. As he fondled
Tommy's warm cock and tight balls, his own temperature seemed to rise ten
degrees. Just above his head was an exquisite twenty-six waistline which
tapered neatly down, getting only slightly larger at the hips. From the
tender-looking bump that was Tommy's tail-bone a short flat depression
extended downwards, where it soon met the gracefully joined pair of buns.
The curve of these was a mathematically perfect cusp, which ended neatly
at the point where Tommy's two adolescent legs joined his trunk. Phil,
rising slightly, gently kissed Tommy's tail-bone then let his tongue
glide out and over those marvelously smooth and shapely cheeks; gradually
his wandering tongue found the crack of Tommy's butt and moved ever more
penetratingly into its depths.

Tommy felt Phil's tongue at work, felt too the graceful hands toying with
his genitals, and enjoyed these things. When one of Phil's hands moved
around his hip and up onto his back where it persuasively forced him to
bend over, he bent obediently, resting his youthful arms on the couch
cushions. He felt a burning sensation in the crack of his behind and
realized that he felt warm all over. Looking down along the ridges of his
stomach, he saw Phil's fingers working themselves longingly around his
cock, which had another drop of shiny liquid at its end: as if reading
his mind, Phil's fingers found the droplet at that very moment and
smeared it around the head of his cock to create a feeling of intense
smoothness. Looking further between his own legs, Tommy saw Phil's long
pecker standing in its black hairy home, assisted by two sizable balls
neatly propped upon the juncture of Phil's small thighs. Tommy was
fascinated by these balls as they were pulled first upward then downward
by the various subtle movements of Phil's trunk, which was mostly out of
Tommy's sight. He saw too that the head of Phil's pecker was very wet
with a fluid he guessed was the same as that oozing from his own hot
tool.

His reverie was diverted momentarily as Tommy realized that Phil's tongue
had found his asshole and a sharp pain in that region caused him to
stiffen noticeably. But the pain disappeared almost instantly and he then
found the sensation of Phil's tongue moving in and around his hole
intensified the warmth he was feeling in his crotch where Phil's hands
were still busily massaging his cock, balls and the insides of his
thighs. He glanced again between his legs at the curved tool pulsating in
Phil's crotch; the fluid was about to drip from it, but Phil's hand
appeared and smeared the liquid around. Phil grasped his glistening cock
near its base and drew his hand upward, forcing out what seemed a flood
of juice, which he quickly spread all over his cock. Then Tommy saw the
muscles ripple in Phil's thighs, saw how muscular they really were as
they forced Phil's body upwards and as they propelled that long
glistening pecker up out of sight behind him. When he felt the end of
that pecker meet his asshole, he became very tense for he realized then
what was about to happen to him. But he recalled Ralph's words about how
it goes if everyone knows what he's doing: it seemed to him that Phil
knew *exactly* what he was doing, for he had worked up to this so subtly
that Tommy had not been aware of his intentions. So he tried to relax and
felt Phil grip his waist with both hands and pull him backwards somewhat.
As Phil's cock began to slide into his ass, Tommy recognized a familiar
feeling, as though we needed to take -- in fact, was taking -- a shit; it
occurred to him for the first time why he often got a hard-on when he
moved his bowels.

Tommy looked again down his stomach past his own cock and balls. Between
his own legs now he could only see the inside lower parts of Phil's
thighs, composed entirely of ropey muscles all in motion. He saw that
Phil's knees were slightly bent, and beneath the straight black hairs
that sprang from the skin of Phil's shins were powerful calf-muscles
rippling as they worked to support his weight. He bent a little lower and
could just see the bottoms of Phil's balls nestling tightly in that space
where the graceful lines of his thighs met.

Presently Tommy felt a deep inward pain and recoiled involuntarily from
it, tightening his asshole on Phil's cock. Then he felt something very
warm against the back of his buttocks, and he realized to his amazement
that *all* of Phil's cock must be inside of him, for it was Phil's groin
that he was feeling still pressing onward against his butt. He felt
another brief pang, then an odd sensation of something relaxing deep
within him, following which everything seemed more comfortable. Phil
gripped Tommy's waist and in exquisite co-ordination with his other
motions began slowly and methodically to move his cock in and out of
Tommy's behind. Tommy's feeling of taking a shit returned, but was
rapidly superseded by an almost overwhelming feeling which emanated from
a point he realized must be about where Phil's cock ended inside of him.
The feeling, of warmth mixed with a little sand, moved down towards his
balls and he recognized the feeling of fluid welling up within him and
gathering near the end of his pecker. At this very moment Phil moved one
of his hands down and wrapped his fist around Tommy's cock which was
boiling hot and seething internally with something he knew would soon be
coming out. Phil's movements had grown in intensity and speed; nearly the
full length of his cock was gliding wetly in and out of Tommy's ass. From
his bent-over position, Tommy looked directly into the end of his own
pecker, and saw it was very wet, dripping wet, and quite red and swollen:
it was moving in and out of Phil's hand which had expertly gathered much
of the wetness around Tommy's cock, creating that intensely smooth
feeling once again. Tommy heard a sound he deduced was Phil breathing
rather hard and realized that he, too, was taking long deep breaths. He
felt the tremendous warmth of Phil's torso as Phil bent down over Tommy's
back. He felt also the heat of Phil's breath as it heaved out of his open
mouth over the expanse of Tommy's back.

At this moment Phil's free arm wrapped itself around Tommy's middle and
powerfully pulled Tommy more nearly upright, and with a tremendous effort
Phil thrust the entirety of his cock deep into Tommy's behind. For a
moment there was a flash of pain, and his asshole contracted violently on
the cock buried in it; so Tommy was able to feel distinctly the first of
what seemed a great many wonderful throbs. He could follow the course of
each peristaltic wave as it traveled from the base of Phil's cock all
along the length of it, and he could distinctly feel the warmth bursting
from the end of that cock as each wave came to the end and forced the
starchy contents into the depths of his bowel. Tommy actually felt only a
few of these motions himself, for having now been pulled entirely
vertical by Phil's arm, he found himself standing on his toes, every
muscle in his legs stretched like ropes; Phil's cock had electrified him
inside, and it remained only for Phil's slippery hand to move a time or
two the length of Tommy's cock when Tommy's own ejaculation began. As
before, the end of his pecker burst, except this time it seemed he could
feel each blast of cum move from deep inside somewhere all the way out to
the end of his cock before it exploded into the open and sprayed across
the couch.

But each shot was inevitably a bit smaller than the one before, and at
length the pumping of his pecker resulted only in a lethargic flow.
Phil's hand gathered this flow as he continued to massage the cock he
held, but when he moved his hand around on the distended tip of Tommy's
cock Tommy had to restrain him, for now the sensation was one of burning
sensitivity, each movement of Phil's hand seemingly searing his glans as
with a torch! And from this position each boy began to relax. Phil's arm
released Tommy's mid-section, permitting each of them to unwind a little
more. Tommy, exhausted, bent over once again with his hands on the couch,
and Phil put his hands on Tommy's back and gently and deliberately
withdrew his spent tool from Tommy's no-longer-virgin ass. It was a
smooth operation, though necessarily a slow one. Tommy had the feeling he
was passing the largest turd ever, and it did hurt just a bit as the
still turgid head of Phil's cock popped wetly out of his behind. But as
he sat down, his legs aching from their violent effort, he forgot the
pain and relaxed in that post-coital bliss he had so suddenly -- and
pleasurably -- found.

So relaxed was Tommy that he did not hear Phil go quietly into the
bathroom; when he heard the toilet flush, he was startled, but then got
up and went into the bathroom also. Phil was wiping his cock and balls
with a towel, and Tommy winced as he observed the length of Phil's still-
erect cock: it had *all* been inside of him, he remembered. But he had to
smile appreciatively, seeing Phil naked in the better light; he was
taller than Ralph, and leaner, but his shoulders were broad and ended in
neatly rounded muscles that curved gracefully down into his nicely shaped
forearms. Tommy eyed the rapidly tapering torso, and he wondered if he
would ever have hair beginning just below his navel, for his own now
began only just above the base of his pecker. And he saw that the muscles
of Phil's thighs, because they were longer than Ralph's, did not curve so
abruptly down to his knees, but that they were nonetheless powerfully
grown, and rippled smoothly as Phil wiped himself generously.

Phil wet the end of another towel and without a word (though with an
appreciative glance at Tommy) walked out of the bathroom -- to clean up
the mess on the couch, Tommy guessed. Tommy ran some water on a washcloth
and swept it up the crack of his ass. Sheepishly, he looked at the cloth,
and was surprised to find no stain on it. So he rinsed the cloth and put
it on the rack to dry. He had to piss, so stood at the toilet a moment
and soon the liquidity of his warm urine was burning gently inside his
pecker and splashing into the bowl below. When he finished, he returned
to the living room.

Phil was dressing; he had completed the clean-up operation. "I've got to
go", he said. "I'd just as soon you didn't tell Ralph about what we just
did", he said.

"Just between us guys", Tommy spoke with as authoritative a voice as he
could muster. "I really enjoyed it", he added.

"So did I", Phil said emphatically as he picked up the dirty towel and
put it back in the bathroom. Returning, he said, "Perhaps we can get
together again", and "well, so long Tommy -- see you later maybe". And he
let himself out the front door and disappeared into the night.

Tommy dressed, sat down and returned his attention to the TV, but almost
at once he was fast asleep. He awoke when Ralph noisily entered the house
returning from work. It was nearly one in the morning. Ralph stripped off
his jacket and tossed it on a chair. "Hi, sleepy-head!" he said as he sat
down next to Tommy. "Anything happen here tonight?"

"Not much", Tommy lied. "Fellow named Phil stopped by, looking for you I
guess -- said we were related somehow, too". Tommy was still groggy with
sleep.

"I'm your first cousin and Phil is actually your second", Ralph replied
matter-of-factly.

"Jeez! I'd hate to meet my *third* cousin tonight", Tommy said
emphatically.

Ralph laughed aloud. "Yeah, Phil does have a pretty big one at that", he
said through his laughter. He looked down at the sleepy-head beside him.
"We both had a good night I guess", he said. "Now let's get some real
sleep!"

And he lifted Tommy, now almost asleep again, from the couch and carried
him tenderly into the bedroom and closed the door.

(c) Bruce Bramson - 1987