Date: Mon, 3 Aug 2020 20:06:02 +0200 From: James Tyler Subject: Cousin Allan This is a true story and it starts around the early 1970's. Hope you enjoy the read. Cousin Allan I first met Allan when I was fourteen and he was twelve. We had moved closer to his family and this was a cousin I didn't know I had. Allan lived about six hours away by car so we really only saw them about once a year. My mom and his mom are first cousins (that makes us third cousins) and, as the families visited with each other we started to get to know them. Allan and his family were camped at a nearby lake resort area near our home. My family had gone there after supper and I had taken my swim trunks with me just in case we were allowed to go swimming in the lake. Sure enough, the lake was warm enough and my mom told me to go change in the car and Allan tagged along. I got in the backseat and started to undress. I squirmed to get into my trunks and arched my back to get my trunks on and my boyhood was on full display. I was already developing and had a dark bush. I would have been about 14 and Allan about 12. He was watching me change and he got a good look. I quickly arched back down and that was about it. I don't remember him making any kind of a comment. Our families continued to visit back and forth about once a year. Allan and I got along really well but nothing more was said about anything -- girls or boys and we enjoyed being in each other's company. It wasn't until I was twenty two and Allan was twenty that something happened between us. I knew Allan was straight as an arrow and me -- kinda not so much. This particular visit, like always, Allan was in a sleeping bag on the floor in my bedroom. We were awake and quietly talking just like we've always done. I was hard and really wanted to do something about it. I started asking him questions about masturbation and how often he does it. He said he's never done it. Um ... huh? You're twenty and you've never played with yourself? I know straight is straight but this just didn't make any sense to me. I started asking more questions and told him I was hard. He said he had been up and down three times and was hard again too. I told him to crawl out of his sleeping bag and come and lay on the bed. I watched him as he climbed out with his colored underwear on. I still wore pajamas but didn't wear underwear underneath. I got out of bed and took my top off. Allan dropped his underwear and got on the bed. The first thing I noticed about Allan was that he was cut and so was I. He also had an erect cock that stood tall and firm. I had fooled around with a couple of friends during high school and this seemed to be the norm -- except for Luke -- but that's another story. I've never been attracted to Allan -- he wasn't a good looking guy by any stretch. We were of the same family so both of us had dark brown hair, and, by this time in our lives, we both had dark bushes, hairy pits and hairy chests. I know for sure that Allan had never been naked with another guy or fooled around in his entire young life. I figured that only his doctor had ever touched him between his legs. He laid down, put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. Maybe he was thinking about what was going to happen next? I stood up, dropped my pajama pants to the floor so now I was totally naked and very hard. I sat next to him and touched him very gently as I picked up his cock and brushed the hair away from his shaft. He made a small gasp sound as I touched him and I smiled. We were about the same size so that made me feel okay. It seems neither of us were really well endowed but it is what it is. His cock instantly reacted to my touch and seemed to get a bit harder. I started with a slow and steady rhythm. I could tell by Allan's facial expressions he was enjoying this and soon he had a bit of pre-cum glistening on the tip of his cock. I kept up with the rhythm and in a few minutes he was starting to get near the point of no return. Allan never once opened his eyes. I could feel him tense and then relax. Tense and relax. I grabbed the Kleenex box and laid a couple on his chest. Without saying he was ready to cum, Allan's cock got harder and shot a couple of good strong ropes of cum and then a couple more but less intense shots and he was done. I kept up with the stroking but slowed down. He opened his eyes and really didn't say much -- he just laid there grinning. Maybe this wasn't his first time cuming? I gently cleaned him up and watched as he got soft. I said it was my turn and we changed places. I watched him as he touched another guy for the very first time and he did exactly to me what I had done to him. He grabbed my cock -- and a good amount of hair and started to stoke me. I had to stop him and let me know that the hair wasn't part of the deal. He stopped and brushed the hair away and continued. He looked at me while he was jerking me off. I closed my eyes and thought of what he was doing to me and every time I opened my eyes, he was still looking at me. I wasn't sure how long I could hold off but after a few minutes, I was also coming up to the point of no return. I told him I was ready to cum and he grabbed a couple of Kleenex's and put them on my chest. I started breathing heavier, started to thrust a bit and I got even harder. I shot a couple of good ropes and I think Allan was surprised how much harder I felt in his hand. I know I was the first guy (and probably the only guy) he knew who would ever jerk him off. Allan cleaned me up and I was starting to become soft. Allan stood up and I got one last look at him in his nakedness and it was time to get dressed. Allan and his family were leaving that morning so nothing more was said. A couple of years later, I did a road trip and wound up at his parent's home where I stayed overnight. Allan's bedroom was in the basement so we had complete privacy. Near bedtime, I asked him when the last time was he had jerked off. He said he only jerks off a couple times a year so he guesses it had been a while. Really? Wow. I asked him if he wanted me to jerk him off and he said okay. We both took off our shirts, pants and dropped our boxers. We were completely naked standing in front of each other. We looked each other over from top to bottom but nothing was said. We were both pretty much the same between our legs. Both of us were soft although I was starting to get hard. Allan was completely soft with not even a hint of getting hard. He went first and laid on his waterbed. He put his arms behind his head and looking at his entire body, there seemed to be even more hair everywhere now. I was 24 and Allan was 22. I started to massage his cock and play with his ball sac. I ran my fingers through his dark bush and slowly started to come into contact with his cock. Eventually he got hard and I started again with a slow stroke. He took a long time to cum and towards the end I could feel him getting harder in my hand. I knew he was close and placed a couple of Kleenex's on his chest. He tensed up one last time and again shot a couple of good ropes. There were no sounds and no heavy breathing before he came. I gently cleaned him up as his cock head was becoming really sensitive now. Like usual it was my turn. Allan got up and didn't put any clothing on. I laid down (first time on a waterbed) and I was hard and ready. I was already oozing pre-cum and Allan paid no attention to it. He put his warm hand around my cock and grabbed some of my pubes when he started to jerk me off. That got my attention - again! He apologized and stopped. He pushed my cock straight up, brushed the pubes away and then started with a strong but slow rhythm. I love it when another guy is handling me. I reached over and started fondling Allan's soft cock and balls. I don't know if he liked it but he seemed to tolerate it. He didn't get hard and I really enjoy fondling a soft cock. I didn't have to wait too long and I was at the point of no return and got harder just before I came. I'm a bit louder when it comes to being jerked off and it's a good thing we were in the basement. I shot a couple of good ones and then a couple of smaller intentions. Allan kept up the rhythm until he stared to feel that I was getting soft and he stopped. He gently cleaned me up (and my chest) and we both needed a warm cloth to finish up. We talked some more while we were putting our boxers on and then it was lights out. I know we both enjoyed doing this, but he didn't seem to look forward to it like I did. A couple of years later I bought a house and moved out. Freedom! Allan came and visited for the first time the following summer. He brought his MAC house computer with him to show me some games but I really wasn't interested in a computer or games. I had a boat and I wanted to be outside. We both like the water and I live in an area with lakes a short drive away. Allan arrived on a Friday night and we started to plan the weekend. We sat up late into the evening talking away and decided we should probably go to bed. Now Allan has a waterbed and I had purchased one when I moved out so Allan figured the waterbed with the two of us in it was just fine and I agreed. Both of us wore sleep boxers to bed now and nothing more was said and nothing was exposed. Saturday morning came and we were up. Breakfast done ... dishes washed ... lunches made ... swim trunks on and off we went. We loaded the boat into the lake and we were gone. I knew this place where we could sit in amongst the tall grasses. We arrived and I turned off the motor and pulled the canvas top up so we wouldn't fry to a crisp. We sat there for a while talking and I decided because no one was around and no one could see us, I didn't want any clothes on. We had our shirts off so all we had on were our shorts. I asked Allan if he minded if I took my shorts off. He said he did and that was that. We sat there for just a bit longer and I decided I wanted to go swimming. We went to a different cove and I dove into the water, removed my swim trunks and enjoyed the luxurious cool water passing over my body. If you've never skinny dipped, you haven't lived! I put my trunks on the ladder of the boat and wondered if Allan would do the same. Nope. This guy was conservative! I swam and played in the water for about the next hour. I guess it was getting near supper time as we were both starting to get hungry and it was time to head home. I grabbed the ladder and got myself into the boat. I was naked and loving every minute of it. I grabbed my towel and started to dry off. Allan was next into the boat and while he watched me towel off, nothing was said. I got dressed. Next stop was the dock and then home. We decided to watch a movie that evening and then it was time for bed. As we started to get undressed for bed I ventured a question ... "Did you want to jerk each other off?" He surprised me and said yes. It was the same as before, nothing different and all the same. He went first, I went second. Boxers back on and lights went out. Allan came to visit every summer for about three years and it was always the same. Jerk each other off on the Saturday night. I remember one visit - I thought I should let him experience what a blow job felt like. A buddy had given me my first blow job a couple of years previous and it was the most incredible thing I had ever felt and now I thought it was time for Allan to experience one. Unfortunately, when he took his boxers off, the smell that came from between his legs was pretty ripe. I think he only showered about every five days or so. There was no way I could wrap my mouth around his cock and not gag so, just a hand job it was for each and we were done. Come to think of it, I don't remember Allan ever showering at my place -- ever. The following summer, Allan called me and said he wanted to come out the next weekend and talk to me. Um ... sure. I'll be home. What the heck was going on! What did he want to talk about. Was he feeling guilty for what we had done? We were just a couple of guys fooling around with each other. To finish off the conversation, he asked if he could bring his girlfriend for the weekend too. Um ... I guess? Okay? I had a spare room and she slept there. Turned out all he wanted to ask me was to be his best man for his wedding. Absolutely. Allan and I never did anything ever again. I did ask him the night before his wedding as we were in his room if he wanted to jerk each other off one more time. He flatly refused in a tone of voice I've never heard before and haven't heard since. We have never spoke of what we did together ever. I got married a few years later and asked Allan to be my best man. He spent the last night with me as a single guy and slept in the spare room. Allan and his wife came for a visit the summer after we were married. On that visit, his wife came and spoke with my wife. Apparently Allan wanted to come clean to his new wife just after they were married about everything that had happened in his life -- which included him and I jerking each other off. Why he wanted to do that, I'll never know. So his wife spoke to my wife feeling that she needed to tell her about what happened many years ago between Allan and I and the shit hit the fan after they left. It might have been an easier explanation had Allan and I been teenagers when we did what we did, as adults, it was different. It took a while and some tears, but we made it past that stumbling point. We are still married. Sorry guys that it wasn't as exciting as I had hoped but that's the whole story. I'm not even sure if anyone got hard reading this. Anybody else have a story like this? All comments are welcomed.