Date: Sun, 07 Sep 2003 00:21:04 -0400 From: Kevin Author Subject: Cousin Chris I didn't know my cousin well early in grade school. My family lived in a small town in Indiana while my cousin lived in California. He is older by me than a year. One of my first memories is driving three days to the coast as a third grader to visit my aunt, uncle and Chris. With a three-bedroom house, my parents took one guest room while I shared my cousin's room. I was eight and Chris was nine. We were just typical kids that could have passed for brothers. We both were about 5 1/2 feet with sandy blond hair and slender builds, with my cousin being slightly taller and bigger. My eyes are blue and my cousin's are brown. We were different in temperament. I was more quiet and introspective while my cousin was wild and aggressive. Being in California he seemed more worldly. Back home, all our neighbors were pretty much girls. It was a semi-rural area on the edge of town so I had not had a lot of opportunity to play with boys other than in the school yard. I really didn't even know sex existed. Not that I wasn't aware of my penis. I was rather well-endowed for a pre-pubescent boy with four inches. Not knowing any better, a couple of years earlier I had pranced around the living room in my little white undies with a rock hard erection pointing straight up, innocent and oblivious to anything it signified. My dad yelled at me that I was being nasty, which confused me, but my mother laughed and said don't worry. My biggest sexual experience to that point had been playing doctor with a female cousin, who once showed me how she had fun by soaping up the bathtub and sliding along. (There must be a little more stimulation for girls than boys, eh?) By the last night of our vacation, Chris and I had fully bonded, constantly playing in the yard or horsing around in the back seat as we traveled to the beach or hike in the foothills. There was lot of touching as we played football, threw Frisbee or swam in the ocean. As we settled in the for the last night, my cousin and I were playing on his bed, grabbing and pinching each other as we wore our floppy pajamas. Nothing real violent, just sort of wrestling around and giggling. We grabbed arms, legs and feet. After a while, we tired somewhat and entered into a slower paced movement as we faced each other, smiling and still giggling in the moonlight coming through the window. At one point, he decided to grab me "down there," which caused a fit of giggling among both of us. I decided that this deserved tit for tat and did the same. That caused yet another fit of giggles. "I dare you to hold onto me there," he said. I reached over and got a handful of his crotch, which was soft. He giggled as I held on for about five second. "Dare you back," I said. He held on for about 10 seconds and I began to feel my boner coming alive. He had a bit of a shocked look on his face and then stifled a laugh. "You do it," he said. I reached over and did the same. He was already hard. We kept taking turns holding onto each other, but were too young to know about rubbing or even taking our clothes off. After a while we tired of our game and went to sleep. I really hated to leave my cousin the next day since neither of our families were wealthy and trips back and forth weren't that frequent. We would get to say hi on the phone once in a while, but that was about it. A couple of years later, though, my aunt, uncle and cousin moved back to Indiana. My uncle had lost his job and I think my aunt wanted to get back to the safety of the nest. By this time, I was about 5 foot 8 and my cousin was an inch taller. He weighed about 125 pounds and I weighed about 120. It was fun to have my favorite playmate around more often, although we still lived about 10 miles apart. I clearly remember when we started our sexual play again. We were sitting on the floor of my bedroom after dinner playing with our Matchbox cars and drawing pictures with crayons and pencils. My bedroom was upstairs away from everything and the adults were downstairs. The steps were real creaky and the door of my bedroom was closed, so we were off in our own little world. I was starting to go through puberty, but didn't have any hairs. The erections were frequent, but I was amazingly still ignorant of their purpose. As we were playing with our cars, one of my erections popped up. By that time my dick was about five inches and it was very visible in my tight cutoff jeans. My cousin laughed and pointed at it. I laughed, too. Then he got an erection, which caused more laughter among both of us. Without a word, we resumed the game we had played several years earlier in the bed. I reached over to my cousin's lap where I could see the bulge stick over towards his left leg. I gently grabbed as much of it as I could hold in one hand for a few seconds, although it felt like an eternity. Little bells that I didn't understand were starting to go off in my brain. He reached over to me and with his eyes sparkling grabbed ahold of my boner. It felt so good. We traded back and forth that way for a while and I was getting a warm feeling. Without saying a word, Chris unsnapped the button on his jeans and slipped down the zipper. Barely lifting his butt off the floor, he slid down his pants. I could see his boner outlined strongly against the white cotton underwear. I grabbed over once more. The tactile sensation was so much stronger. I could feel the shape more distinctly. I could feel a warm heat. He reached over towards me and I loosened my jeans and slid them down. He reached over towards me. All of the sudden, we heard the door at the bottom of the stairs flew open and my aunt yell, "Chris, COME ON LET'S GO!" We both got an embarrassed look and zipped up our pants. I can remember we sort of half smiled shyly at each other. As my aunt started to yell again, we burst out the door, ran down the hall way and down the stairs. There were months of frustration after that. I would see my cousin, but there never seemed to be a time we were alone. His little sister or my little sister seemed to be constantly underfoot, especially if we were over at his house. Thoughts of our little game were constantly popping up in my head from when I woke up with a hardon in the morning to during classes and when I went to sleep. A few months, later, though, we were again in my bedroom. The two sisters weren't anywhere near and Chris and I started to play again. This time things progressed more rapidly. After a few minutes of holding each other's erections, we let down our pants. After a few minutes more of that, we started pulling the elastic on each other's underwear. At first, neither of us could see much of anything. We were just giggling and letting the elastic snap back. Then, we each started getting more aggressive, trying to pull the elastic down further. Finally, my cousin became bold. He grabbed both sides of my underwear and yanked them down past my buttocks. Five inches of hard boy meat flew out into the open. He put up little struggle when I returned the favor. I looked carefully at his penis, which looked like a twin to mine. We were both cut and had long slender peaches-and-cream shafts with a light brown circumcision scar. The heads of our penises each stood out slightly with a pinkish, slightly purple tint. The heads flared back from the tip. At that point both of us had our eyes full, but we seemed to get a bit timid. Instead of grabbing some more, I finally picked up a pencil and started drawing a picture of his dick. It wasn't any detailed drawing, just the outlines of it. I did do it about life size, though. "Oh my God," he said as he looked at it and then giggled. He picked up a pencil and then proceeded to sketch me. We held up both of them and laughed. We started arguing quietly about who drew the better picture and which one had a bigger. Then an idea popped in my head. "Stand up," I told him. He did and I told him to stand by a low dresser. I put a piece of paper on top of it and then pushed him gently until his boner was laying on top of it. "What are you doing?" he asked. I picked up a pencil and then put a thumb on top of his penis to hold it still. I could feel his hardon, which gave slightly as I held on. He was sort of snickering, but definitely was not resisting. I put the pencil near the base of his penis and started tracing around it. As the pencil moved up toward the head, his hard on started to move. I readjusted my hand so that the thumb and forefinger were holding it on each side. "You're holding my boner!" he exclaimed quietly. I shushed him and finished tracing around him. Of course, then he had to do me. Only, he got a better grip from the start. I giggled as he did the tracing and got a tingly feeling as he moved the pencil around. It was all so innocent, though, neither of us knew much of anything about sex. What little we did know related to boys and girls, not boys and boys. We held the pictures on top of each other and held them over a lamp. My cousin's was a bit bigger than mine, but not by much. As we stood there comparing the drawings, our hardons were still waving in the air, with our underwear pulled down just below our crotches. Despite my ignorance, my hardon was starting to give me ideas. "Why don't you put your mouth around it," I told my cousin. "You do it first," he said. I remember debating it in my mind. Wasn't that part of your body really dirty? "I'll put my mouth around it, but I won't touch it," I said. I leaned forward and did just that. I made a big "O" with my lips and moved it carefully over the head for just a few seconds. I was careful not to touch. Then, he did the same to me. We were both laying on the floor and he leaned over, his head zeroing in on my lap. I held my boner with one hand so it would stick out. As he slid his lips past, I could feel his hot breath on my boner even though he wasn't actually touching it. The feeling was incredibly intense. I could feel each breath and a warm moist heat. But we were acting like it was just another game and in a way it was. It was a game that on the verge of puberty we just didn't quite know how to play. I got a little bolder when it was my turn and closed my lips around his hardon. I didn't use my tongue or anything. I didn't slide it back and forth. Neither of us knew anything about technique. I had never heard the word blowjob and knew nothing about jacking off. Neither of us had ever cum. We did each other a few times this way and although the experience was intense, that's as far as it got. After a while, it was time for him to go, so we zipped up our pants and went downstairs. I didn't see my cousin for a couple of weeks, but the game was emblazoned on my mind. I would be in the middle of class and spring a boner thinking about what me and my cousin did. When we got back together, privacy seemed an impossibility. We would sneak away when we could. I remember playing tetherball in the basement of his house. The loser had to put his mouth on the dick of the winner. We played a fast and furious game, which I ended up losing. He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the laundry room at the other end of the basement. He pulled open the door, pulled me inside and then shut it. With his back against the door, he pulled down the fly on his zipper and hauled out his hardon. I moved forward and put my mouth around it. This time I didn't make a big "O" I just put my lips around it and closed. My tongue was rubbing along the bottom of it and I remember feeling the smooth texture of the bottom of his hardon, which throbbed in my mouth and he worked the little muscles in it. I had it in my mouth for about 10 seconds when I could hear his sister start clomping down the stairs to the basement. "Damn," he said, zipping up his pants. I felt a deep sense of frustration, but those few seconds of his dick in my mouth were burned into my brain. We had a similar experience a few weeks later in the bathroom of our grandparents house. This time it was his turn. I loved the warmth and heat of his mouth. Once again, though, we were interrupted. The night that would change everything though was just a few weeks away. We were both on summer vacation and talked our parents into letting us stay a week at grandma and grandpa's house. My grandparents slept downstairs and my cousin and I each had a bedroom upstairs. While we played outside during the day, we came up with a plan for the night. After our grandpa went downstairs for the night, I snuck into Chris's room. His face lit up as I came into the room, where he had a night light on. My cousin was beautiful with a smooth face and blond hair combed in the middle. All the years of knowing I was only supposed to pay attention to little girls started to melt away. I tip toed towards the bed and he held the covers open. I crawled inside. After all the frustration, I wasn't about to wait. He wiggled and pulled down his pajamas. I couldn't see under the covers, but I felt my way down past his flat belly. His hardon was sticking up. Neither one of us still had a hair, but our dicks had grown another inch or so in the past few months. I ran my hand along it and it seemed to be about six inches long and thick like one of the bratwursts we had for dinner earlier that night. I reached forward and wrapped my mouth around it. He let out a sigh and I had a sense of deep satisfaction, power and control. I held him in my mouth for what seemed like minutes, but it could have been for just a few seconds, the way my mind was spinning. I leaned back on the pillow and then he crawled under the covers and did the same. It felt absolutely awesome. We flipped back and forth a few times getting rather worked up. We pulled off our pajamas and underwear to make everything easier. Then I hurriedly slid my mouth down his boner when I put it in on one of my turns. He whined with pleasure and told me to do it again. I did it several times and he started moaning and saying how good it felt. I wanted to see what it felt like, so I came up for air and told him to do the same thing. As I laid back, I went from being innocent to being a horny adolescent. It just felt so good. He would wrap his lips around the head and then use his tongue on the underneath. He would slide his mouth down, a few times scraping a little with his teeth, which had me yelping a bit. We switched back and forth a few times. I enjoyed the feeling of power that I had over him when I slid my mouth down and made him moan. The feel of his penis in my mouth was wonderful, the heat and the texture created a buzz in my brain. We were doing it all so quietly, because we didn't want to risk making a noise and have grandpa come up the stairs to see what was going on. The intensity kept building, but then Chris had an idea that really took us over the top. He was lying on his side and told me to get on my side so that my face was opposite his crotch and mine was opposite his. I had heard an older neighbor boy joking about the number 69, but he wouldn't explain what it meant. Chris's idea seemed like a novelty that we had just thought up on the spur of the moment. I positioned myself and then we started playing a game again. I stuck out my tongue and touched the tip of his penis. He did the same to me. We quietly giggled. He held my hardon with one hand and then licked down the side. I started doing the same to him and then we started licking each other like we were eating an ice cream cone. Waves of pleasure started going through my head. I loved the different textures. We would tongue the firmness on the top of our shafts and then the more spongy ridge along on the bottom. Then we both put out lips all the way around the heads. That was the best. Pleasure was flowing through my body and we both were starting to grunt and groan. We started sliding out mouths up and down. At first it was gentle, but we started realizing that faster felt even better. We started building a faster and faster tempo. We seemed to be working as one, our hard breathing and mumbled groans of pleasure signaling how we both felt. I started to get a tingling feeling that went from my hardon right into my brain. It felt like a sneeze only it was just pure pleasure building and building. Apparently, Chris was feeling it, too. We were both snorting and we rapidly moved out mouths back and forth. Pleasure reinforced pleasure. Then it happened. He pushed hard into my mouth and let out a gasp, all the while keeping his mouth moving up and down my shaft. I could feel something warm and hot start coming out of the tip of his penis. The flavor filled my mouth. I went into overload myself. The sneezing feeling built up incredibly and all of the sudden my penis seemed to explode in his mouth. In the darkness of the room, I saw stars and colors. I was still moving my mouth up and down his hardon, though, each of us making sure the other experienced when he was going through. "What was that?" I whispered to him as we quieted down. "That's called cumming," he said. "That's the seed that makes babies." We both agreed we liked the taste, which was sweet and salty. We rearranged ourselves so that we were facing each other and lying on our sides head to head. I looked at my cousin and realized how much I loved him. His eyes shimmered as he looked at me. I could see a bit of saliva on the corner of his mouth, or was it maybe some of my cum? I leaned forward to lick it and my tongue ended up jabbing through his lips. That felt good, too. He liked it and pulled me forward with both hands on my back. My tongue slid further inside and I could taste my cum inside his mouth. Then he pushed his tongue into my mouth. It felt so good. We started dueling back and forth. Being so young, our hard ons had never gone down. We grabbed each other and with the saliva still on them our hands started slipping and sliding. Another new experience was unfolding. We kept kissing and moaning. Realizing how the spit lubricated everything, we licked our hands repeatedly. We were kissing passionately. I would probe his mouth with my tongue, feeling his teeth, the roof of his mouth and dueling with his tongue. He would do the same to me. I felt like our bodies were merging and blending together. We became more and more frenzied as the minutes went on and our hands were working on each other frantically. That sneezy feeling was building again. I couldn't stop and felt myself throbbing in his hands. He could sense what was happening and sucked my tongue like it was a cock. Then I felt him groaning We were kissing and cumming. I could feel the spurts of cum coming out of my dick. The waves of pleasure were immense. We slowly wound down on the kissing. I looked at his face and ran my hand through his hair. His eyes were sparkling with satisfaction. After a few minutes, I reluctantly went back to my bed. It was clear we both immensely enjoyed what we had just done. There were no big issues or feelings of guilt. We were cousins who had just shared the ultimate feelings of love with each other. More would be ahead. --------------------------- Hope you enjoyed the story. Do you want to hear more about cousin Chris? Comments should be e-mailed to kevinauthor@hotmail.com.