Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2012 13:31:22 -0800 (PST)
From: kevwriter85@yahoo.com
Subject: Comforted-by-Cousin-John- Chapter-7

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


I got off of Nate's thighs and moved to the edge of the bed.  He pushed
himself up off the bed, sort of like a pushup, and when he did, his back
and shoulder muscles flexed.  Holy Moly!

He moved to the side to let me lie down.  My cock was like a stone and had
created a small wet spot of precum on my boxers.  I saw that I wasn't the
only one.

Nate's underwear looked like a wet t-shirt contest.  The front was soaked,
and the wet fabric neatly outlined the distal third of his cock, which
appeared to be about seven inches.  I could see the bulging urethra on the
underside (what some call "the vein"), and the head looked enormous.

I looked at him and he looked at me with his beautiful eyes.  Neither one
of us tried to hide our boners.

We had crossed a line into a new intimacy.

I lay down in the place where he had been, the sheets warm and the pillow
smelling like him.  I could feel a wet spot on the sheet where his cock had
been lying.  Holy Moly!

Nate climbed over me and straddled my butt; I could feel his balls on my
globes.

He started massaging my back, mimicking what I had done to him.  There was
something really sensual about his hands.  They were warm and soft and
oozed care.

He worked his way up and down my back.  He leaned forward and did my
shoulders and arms like I had done his, and lightly stroked my neck.  Then
he took his fingertips and gently traced my ear pinna and cheek.  In
leaning forward, his cock also came down and touched my ass, and I could
feel the wetness of his briefs wicking into the fabric of my boxers.  I
knew that my cock was soaking his bed sheet further with my precum.

Nate then headed back down my back and spent a long time running his hands
up and down.  He said, "I really like how smooth your back is."

I said, "Thanks.  I really like the hair on yours."

"Really?" he said, "I have been wondering if I should shave it."

"Don't!"  I was a little abrupt.  I then more gently added, "Whatever you
do, don't shave anything."

He blushed.  I pushed up and turned halfway to face him.  I reached out and
touched his soft whiskers and said, "Well, it's okay to shave your face, I
guess."

"I have noticed a lot of guys shave their bodies," he said.

I said, "I know; I have noticed that, too."  I ran my hand down his chest
to his stomach, and stroked his treasure trail right below his navel.  I
took pains not to touch his straining cock, but believe me, it was
difficult.

I said, "I think your body hair is perfect."  I turned and lay back down.

He giggled.  "Thanks.  But I really like how smooth you are.  I wish I were
as smooth as you."

I said, "Your hair is very manly; very attractive."

He then scooted down and did my legs like I had done his.  He massaged each
leg down to the ankle.  When he got close to my foot, I tensed up a little
and said, "I'm really ticklish," so he only rubbed the tops of my feet.

He headed back north on my legs up to my boxers and when he got to the
lower edge of the fabric, he slipped both hands under it and gently
massaged my ass cheeks.  I could feel the wet fabric pull away from my
skin.

Nate said, "Oh my, it looks like I got your underwear wet; sorry about
that."

I said, "No worries; I got the other side wet."

Looking back on it, this was a major step.  We had verbally acknowledged
our sexual attraction for each other to each other.

He asked, "Do you have another pair of underwear?" to which I answered,
"Yes."

The next thing he said was the next major step.  "Let's get these off,
then," And he pulled the top of the elastic band down slowly.  I tensed up
a little.  He stopped.

I said, "Will your parents come in?"

He said, "They never come up here at night."  There was a two-beat pause.
And then, "They really give me my privacy."

I said, "Well, all right, then."  Nate resumed pulling down my underwear.
The front part of the elastic band was hooked on my cock, of course, so I
lifted my hips up and reached down to free it.  He easily pulled them down
and off.

I could sense him looking at me.

I pushed up and turned again to face him and said, "You know, maybe you
should get your wet underwear off, too."  I touched the wet underwear just
to the side of his cock without actually touching the cock.  "You'll start
getting cold, and that can't be good."

"You're right," he said.

He sat to the side of the bed; he had anticipation in his gorgeous eyes, as
if to say, "Would you help me, too?"

I reached over to help him.  He put his hands down to let me do it, and
lifted his ass off the bed.  When he did that, all of the muscles on the
front of his chest and abdomen flexed.  Holy Moly!

Using both hands, I pulled down on his briefs, and really had to pull them
up around his cock to free them, just like mine.  I am a mischievous guy,
though, so naturally I let the head catch on the elastic band, pulling the
cock out, and then let it snap back and hit his belly with a "thwack".
This spewed some precum up to his belly button.  He giggled and showed me
his beautiful teeth.

I finished pulling the briefs down and threw them over on the floor next to
mine.

Here before me was a specimen of manhood that I considered the archetype.
He had dark hair, sensuous dark eyes (have I mentioned his eyes?), strong
cheekbones and chin, full, moist lips, and very defined musculature.

He had a dusting of secondary hair in all the right places, front, back,
and legs.  What really turned me on was the way his treasure trail merged
with his pubic hair, and the way his leg hair merged with his ass hair.  It
was not too much hair either; just the right amount!

And he had a thundering, circumcised cock that appeared to be almost an
inch longer than mine, and quite a bit wider.  It pulsed with his
heartbeat.  The head flared at least a quarter-inch wider than the shaft,
and was covered in glistening precum.  The light from his bedside lamp
reflected in the shine, like a spark.

Oh, and he smelled great.  It was a clean smell, not like soap, but of
clean boy and man.

My impulses sometimes get the best of me, and I was just about to lunge
onto his meat, when he reached over with both hands and cupped my face.  He
let his hands rest there for a few seconds, and then pulled me forward and
to the side to lie back down on my stomach.  He climbed back up and
straddled my thighs.  He started running his hands down my back to my butt
cheeks, and then back up my back to my shoulders.  He was in command, and I
liked it.

He said, "Kevin, you have a great body.  I love the way your back looks.
It is so smooth!"

He kept rubbing my shoulders, and I could feel his precum drip on my ass
and run down into my crack.  I flexed my gluteal muscles a little, and I
could feel the wetness run down to my hole.  That sent a twinge to my cock
head, which made me ooze more precum myself.  It was almost like he was
pouring it in the back and it was running out my front.

He rubbed back down to my butt, and took each bun in the palm of his hands.
I know I am going on and on about his hands, but I should say here that one
thing about Nate is that he has really small hands.  Anyway, they were soft
and kind; I could not ever imagine him ever hurting anyone with those
hands.

As he stroked my buns, he said, "I really like the way this looks."

He then went back down and up each thigh and leg, and I spread my legs to
allow him access.  He moved his legs, essentially climbing between mine, so
that he was on his knees between my legs.

His fingers moved a little farther at my perineum, and this time he stroked
that area between my balls and hole.  I had checked this area out with a
mirror, and this was the one area (besides my pubes) that I had some hair,
but just a light dusting.  He gently pulled on the hair.

Then, using his index and middle fingers of both fingers, Nate traced up my
ass globes, about two inches out from my hole on each side.

I put my face in his pillow and inhaled deeply, smelling his embedded boy
scent.  I pushed my cock down pumped out more precum.  I so wanted him to
fuck me.

He continued to trace around my ass, massaging it, pulling the cheeks
apart.  I could feel his exhaled breath on my rosebud.

He said, "This looks pretty cool, too."

He let his fingers light graze around the anal epithelium.  Again, it was a
little wet, so it was slippery.  It felt amazing!

My face was buried in the pillow, so I couldn't see him, but I sensed that
his right hand came off for a few seconds and came back with more smooth
wetness on his fingertips.  He was getting the precum off of his cock and
rubbing it on my hole.  Judging from the amount of breath I could feel
there, I guessed his face was six to eight inches away.

Both hands then came back up to my cheeks and my back.  I felt his weight
shift forward, his breath got close to my lower back, and he kissed me on
my spine, just above my ass cheeks.

He continued up and headed back up to my shoulders.  He massaged my upper
back, and then he leaned in and kissed my upper back, just at the bottom of
my neck.  When he did this, his dripping cock came in contact with the
cleft between my ass cheeks.  His hands went out to the bed to the side of
my chest, just below my armpits, and I felt him settle his entire body
weight on me.

This was like nothing I had ever experienced; a warm, sexy man-boy getting
skin-to-skin with me, with an obvious love attraction.  Years later, this
is still one of my favorite intimate positions, and I think it is because
of that first time.

His cock also fully settled into my ass groove and was, oh, so slippery.
He moved it forward and backward, almost imperceptibly.  But he moved it.
I so wanted him to fuck me.

He kissed the back of my neck and whispered, "This feels nice."

He reached his arms under my chest around and began to rub my pectoralis
major muscles.  Again, I raised my arms up a little to give him access.

He used both hands to extend his fingertips and gently rubbed them over my
nipples.  These were so sensitive, it was almost too much.

I squeezed my ass cheeks on his cock.  I did that slowly, three or four
times.  His breathing was becoming more rapid.

Then he said it.

"Let me turn you over so that I can do your chest."

He sat up and gently pulled on me to turn over, and I assented slowly.

I turned over, and of course, our turgid cocks met, both leaking madly.

He used his fingertips and rubbed my collar bone and chest muscles.  He
traced down to my nipples and around them.  They were rigid, and I was
getting goose bumps.  My breathing became more rapid.

He rubbed under my arms again, and pulled on my pit hair there.

At the same time, our cocks were rubbing head-to-head, and he started
moving back-and-forth, rubbing the heads against each other.  I was about
ready to shoot, and I was overcome with wanting this boy.  I couldn't take
it.  It was killing me.

I abruptly sat up and came to his mouth, and wrapped my arms around him.
He was so incredibly warm.  Our lips met and fell open.  His tongue came to
mine, and we began to hungrily suck each other.  Our cocks were rubbing
against each other like there was no tomorrow.

We kissed for at least a minute.  I was enthralled to be in his mouth, to
feel his teeth and palate, to have his tongue so wanting mine.  My hands
came to his chest and gently pulled on his nipples.  Then he pulled away.

He said, "I'm sorry, but I have been thinking about this for years, and I
have to do this."  He pushed me with his face and his hand, and I fell
back.  He followed, nose-to-nose, and he pushed his tongue back into my
mouth and began to grind his cock on mine.  I later learned this was called
frottage, but at the time, there was no feeling that I could imagine would
feel better right then.  Not sucking, not fucking, not nothing.  It was so
slick.

He pushed and ground his cock against mine.  His mouth came off my lips,
went down the side of my face to my ear, and he plunged his tongue in my
ear.  Then he whispered, "God, boy, I have wanted you for so long!"  This
was followed by a guttural "Ahhh," and he moved his mouth down to my neck,
where he sucked in my flesh and started sucking.  His cock head swelled and
he started shooting.  He did not have volume as much as me or John, but it
coated my cock and the bottom of my stomach.  With each spurt, he
rhythmically sucked on my neck.

Of course, the increased wetness and Nate's soft mouth producing my first
hickey intensified the feeling in my cock.  It tingled like it never had
before.  I felt it from the tip, to the root, to my ass, and it started
spurting out more precum, like a fountain, and from the bottom of my being,
I went over the edge, and I started shooting my usual half-quart all over
both of us.

He came off my neck and back to my mouth, and sucked my tongue for the last
half of my orgasm.  He then moved down and began licking the cum from my
shoulders and chest.  He was almost desperate to get it all.  His
desperation ignited my passion more.

I pushed him up and sat up.  I mimicked him and pushed him back onto his
back and went straight for his cock and sucked it in.  I had to have what
was left of his jizz.  I reached up with my right hand and milked it and
was rewarded with a few more drops.  It was like eating life itself.  God,
it was heaven!

I then got up and frenched him some more, wrapping my arms around his neck
and pulling him to the side.  Entwined, we fell on the bed.  We pulled up
the sheet and comforter.  I had never felt more secure in my life.

More to come.  Let me know what you think.