Date: Thu, 13 Oct 2011 07:37:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: kevwriter85@yahoo.com
Subject: Comforted-by-Cousin-John_Chapter-2

The following is a work of fiction.  None of this ever really happened.


I woke up lying on my back, and I was cold and warm and hot...all at the
same time.  My face was cold, and I remembered that I had cut the
thermostat down.  My body was warm, because John had his head on my
shoulder, his right arm across my chest, and his right leg up over my thigh
with his leg between mine.  There was one spot where I could feel major
heat, and that is where his cock pressed against my hip.

I stirred, and he turned loose, rolled to his right, and turned over onto
his stomach.  His face was turned to the right, so he was facing me.  He
was deeply asleep.  I looked at the clock, and it said "8:55".  Sunlight
was peeking in the edges of the closed drapes.

Feeling the urge to piss and take a dump, I got out of bed and headed to
the bathroom.  As I passed the thermostat, I turned it back up to 74
degrees.  The air conditioner turned off and the room dropped to a dead
quiet.  The only thing you could hear was John's breathing.  I stopped and
looked at him.  I put my face close to his head and neck and listened to
him for about thirty seconds.  It was like listening to music.  And he
still had that wonderful smell.  The fine blond hairs on his back and the
nape of his neck came together in the middle like a mane.  I chubbed right
up.

I went into the bathroom, turned on the light and shut the door.  I looked
in the mirror and could see some of my dried cum on my pubes.  I hate dried
cum on my pubes.

I turned on the bathtub water to hot and sat on the toilet.  In no time, I
did my dump and pissed.  Sometimes, taking a dump hurts, but this one felt
great.  I looked, and the poop was the size of the Upper Peninsula.

I wiped my bottom, washed my hands and brushed my teeth.  I got a glass
from the counter, filled it with cold water and drank it down.

I checked the water temperature and adjusted it a bit.  There was a tiny
hotel bottle of body wash on the counter, the kind that smelled like lush
watermelon, so I poured half of it into the tub and then climbed in.  I
settled down into the water; it was a little hot, so I had to grab my balls
to keep them from hurting, which isn't all bad.  I lay back so that the
water was just covering my torso, and sat there and waited until my ears
and chin were covered.  I then turned the water off and relaxed.

I was hit with a barrage of emotions.

I was sad at the loss of my mom.  I was also relieved for her.  She had
been sick for a long time, had suffered a lot, and now she was free from
her misery.

I was apprehensive about what was going to happen now.  My dad was a great
dad, but being the sole one responsible for raising us kids wasn't his
thing.  What would my brothers and I do?

I was also overwhelmed with a sense of peace that I had never experienced.
I had just made love to the kindest boy.  It wasn't my first time, but he
was everything that I imagined a perfect person to be, both emotionally and
physically.  He was caring, and he wanted me.  Everyone likes it when
someone is attracted to them.  As I thought of John, my hands played with
my cock which was peeking up out of the water.

I sat up and soaped my upper body, face, arms and pits, and then dunked
myself under water to rinse off.  I climbed up onto my knees and did my
cock and ass.  I cleaned the dried cum off of my pubes.  I pushed my finger
into my ass to the first knuckle and jacked my cock a bit.  It was sweet.

Then I tried a second, and then a third finger.  I had read about this on
the internet, and while it didn't hurt, it didn't do much for me.  It
didn't feel bad, but I didn't see the advantage over one finger.  I pulled
two of the fingers out and went back to the one finger that did feel good.
I slid it in and out and tickled the sweet spot which I learned later was
my prostate gland.  I felt a surge in my cock.

With a great effort I stopped the stroking and dropped back down into the
water to rinse.  I lifted my legs out of the water and soaped one and then
the other.  I rinsed off again.  I started stroking again and edged myself
again before stopping.

I pulled the drain from the tub and stood up, grabbed a towel off the rack
and stepped out onto the rug.  Standing in front of the mirror, I toweled
off and looked at myself.

I had been playing hockey and soccer for about ten years, and I was in
great shape.  But, like a lot of people, I saw a lot in the mirror I didn't
like.  Nothing too major, but I was not completely happy with my looks.

I toweled myself completely dry and opened the door.

John was sitting up in bed with the light and television on.  He smiled his
big, beautiful smile and motioned for me to come over.  He turned off the
television and said, "Lie down here and let me give you a back rub!"  He
sounded excited and lustful.  There is something unique about the lust that
comes out of the mouth of an almost-thirteen-year-old.

I lay down on my stomach.  My cock was soft, so it pointed to the side.
John straddled over me and settled down so that he was sitting on my ass.
Of course, his cock and balls nestled in my ass crack.  I drew in a breath
in a gasp.

He started gently sliding his hand from the small of my back up to my
shoulders.  He kneaded them and I was in heaven.  He leaned down, kissed
the back of my neck and said, "Kevin, you are the best!"

As he talked, he massaged each upper arm and gently ran his fingers through
my sparse pit hair.  I giggled a little and he drew his hand back, but I
said, "No, keep doing that; I like it."

He lightly stroked the hair and said, "I like it, too."

John then scooted down so that he sat at my lower thighs and drew his hands
down to my ass cheeks.  He kneaded each side, coursing his finger time
around my hip.  On the left side, his finger glided over my cock head and I
giggled.  He said, "Oh! What's this?"

I said, "Mr. Microphone...do you want to talk to him?"

"Not yet," he said.

He leaned down and kissed my left butt cheek.  He opened his mouth and
sucked in a small mound of flesh.  His tongue darted out and he licked the
area where my thigh met my cheek.  "Does it taste gross?" he asked.  I knew
he was talking about my tonguing and sucking on his hole earlier.

"No," I said, "especially if you get it soaked with spit first."

He spread my legs a little and started licking at the top of my crack,
along the sides, and down on my legs.  He said, "it smells pretty good."

I said, "It doesn't always; Why do you think I was so long in the bathroom?
I was cleaning it for you."

I could hear him working up saliva and drooling it out at the top and sides
of my ass, and I felt it running down into the crevice.  He followed this
by licking down until his tongue touched my bud.  Again, I had felt this
once before, so I knew it would be heaven, and it was!

John said, "This is really cool; I can't taste anything bad at all; it
actually tastes good!"  He pushed my legs apart and worked his tongue into
my hole.  I was writhing.  My cock was like steel.

He stopped and started playing with my hole with his fingers.  Boy, was
that exquisite!  He seemed to be checking it out, stoking it, pushing his
finger into my hole.  He said, "I love the way this looks; I love the hairs
you have back here."  Then he dove in face-first again.

He tongued like there was no tomorrow.  Then he started sucking on my hole
like I had done him.  I was grinding my cock on the bed sheets and was
getting close to cumming again.

I yelped, "Wait, wait!  I am getting close!"  He stopped and turned me so
that I rolled onto my back.  He took my cock in his mouth and bobbed up and
down, and pushed his finger from his other hand into my ass...just like I
had done him.  I cried out and went over the edge.  He doubled down on my
cock like a machine and sucked up and down on it.  His breathing through
his nostrils was loud and passionate.  And, he seemed determined not to let
any of my cum of his mouth.  God, I blew and blew.  John swallowed it all.
It was glorious!

He kept my cock in his mouth until it stopped spasming and then twitching.
Then he lifted off of it and just stared at it.  His tongue darted out and
he took little licks.  His dark eyes looked at me with a twinkle and he
said, "Kevin, this is my new favorite toy!"  He took my cock and slapped it
against his face.

For some reason, my hard-on did not go down.  He started sucking on my
balls and lifted my legs up and started tonguing my ass again.  For the
next five minutes, he went back and forth from my cock to my balls to my
ass to my balls to my cock.  He played with my pubic hair and pulled on my
treasure trail.

Then he started licking his way up my hips and my stomach to my chest.  As
he did this, his cock, which was pouring out precum (did I mention that he
had a lot of it?), began to rub on my crack.  It felt just like his tongue.
His real tongue licked each nipple and then licked my right armpit.  I
moaned so loud, I startled myself.

His precum-spewing cock rubbed against my butt cheeks, perineum, and my
hole, as he then licked and sucked across my collarbone, across my neck and
over to the left armpit, and finally up to my mouth.  I pulled my legs up.

When his tongue entered my mouth and he started sucking on my tongue, I
could feel his wet cockhead at my hole.  At that moment, "Urgent" was
John's middle name.

Holy Moly!  I craved that his cock was in me!  His mouth was one big wet
experience.  And, between kisses, he said, "God, I love you, Kevin!"


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