Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2012 18:06:40 -0700 (PDT) From: Alex T Subject: I Loved My Cousins Copyright 2012. This story is copyrighted and is the sole property of the author. This story is true, it was written as an adult about an event that occurred among teenagers when the author was younger. Author retains all rights to this story worldwide and in the known and unknown universe and in all media known and unknown. If you live in a part of the world where reading erotica and homosexual acts among willing partners is illegal, you must not read further. This story is of a sexual nature with sexual events as teenage boys -- sexuality is awakening. All participants were willing at the time, no adults were involved. I Loved My Cousins When I was twelve, I got to spend a week with my cousins in Spearfish, South Dakota. I couldn't believe my luck. To a kid from Atlanta, Georgia, nothing was further from my world than Spearfish, South Dakota. It might as well have been Stockholm, Sweden, or Dry Gulch, Alaska. The name alone held the promise of The Wild West. Ragtag cowboys riding broncs and shooting rifles. I knew all about the badlands and the wagon trains and the intrusion on the Native Americans. All of it held a mythological place in my imagination, and I was sure that whatever I saw, I would never forget. Little did I know how true that turned out to be. My cousins were 14 and 15, they looked like identical twins, both strapping, hairless young men with muscles that bulged and flexed tightly underneath their their summer bronzed smooth skin covered with a fine downy peach fuzz the color of summer. I was fascinated by them. They seemed to be good friends with each other, and so familiar they could finish each other's sentences, or pass the ketchup across the table before it got asked for. So many times when the families had gotten together over the past years, I found myself watching the cousins with the fascination of a fanboy. They were studs, in my opinion: athletic, good looking strapping, happy, healthy. Most important, they liked me. They always brought me along with them wherever they went. "Hey Buddy, let's go to the drive-in." "Hey Cuz, there's a baseball game, wanna come?" I was honored to be asked, and so effortlessly. It was as if I had always been one of their tribe. What 12-year old wouldn't love that kind of inclusion? Of course, I never let anyone know that I had a weird, tickling feeling in my gut whenever I thought about my cousins. It felt like the crushes my 16 year old sister would describe when she talked about Bon Jovi or Tom Cruz. Something in me told me never to mention it to anyone, but I loved just being near them. Smelling their sweaty summer bodies. Watching them play basketball on the driveway. Hanging out on the couch, our legs getting tangled up when wrestle for the remote control. Our wet bodies ending up in a complex heap whenever we rafted the river, three of us in a two-man raft. It was heady stuff, that early boy crush mixed with erotic feelings I'd never felt before. And I loved it. I kept it secret; somehow I knew it was not right to talk about it. But I sought out the sensations like an addict seeking a fix. I'd jump in their beds and wrestle them awake. I'd leave my bike behind when we rode to the movies, and sit on the seat of cousin's bike as he rode standing up, legs pistoning, his powerful butt moving up and down in front of me. I would even lean down and sniff at the tawny, perfect boy body, striving to grab a whiff of manhood out of the air. Cloud 9 doesn't begin to describe how I felt whenever I was with my cousins. So imagine my complete ticket to paradise one sultry summer afternoon when they gave me my first lesson in jerking off. I know, twelve years old seems late by today's standards, but back then, it seemed like all of my friends learned how to beat off that summer we were 12. Most of them had their first dry jack-off in the tub, unprepared when the soapy washcloth suddenly elicited a powerful boner that ached to be scrubbed and scrubbed until a tiny weak drop of white stuff emerged from the tip. My first jack-off beats every other story from anyone I have ever heard tell their story. I was sitting on my aunt's couch, watching reruns of Happy Days (loved that stud, the Fonz), and Jerry, my fifteen year old cousin, walked a little slowly into the room, with an urgent air of purpose that didn't seem to match his slow speed. He knelt down in front of me and started whispering, even though as far as we both knew, he and I, and the the other cousin Tony were the only three people in the house. "Hey Cuz, wanna do something really cool?" He looked at me with those spectacular blue eyes glittering and twinkling, telegraphing that he was up to some mischief and I was getting brought into it. My heart leapt up. I still loved it every time one of my cousins included me in their plans. "Hell, yes!" I replied, "I'm just hanging out." "Come on then," and he took my hand, and pulled me off the couch, and lead me to the door to the basement stairs. I knew this was something secret, because the only time we went down there was to look at his Dad's gun collection, or look at his dad's porn, both of which were strictly off limits. Tony was already downstairs, and when my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I couldn't believe what I saw. He was sitting on my uncle's desk, pants off, legs apart and dangling, and stroking the biggest boner I ever saw. He looked up at me with a cocked head, a naughty grin, and glint in his eye that said, "Yeah, it's wrong, we're bad, and this is gonna be one hell of a good time." I musta stood there eyes frozen on his big, veiny, bulging man-cock for way too long, because his brother Jerry kinda shook my shoulders and said, "Hey bro, relax, we do this all the time whenever my parents are gone." And with that, he shucked his cutoffs, slugged his brother on the arm just hard enough to elicit a "what the fuck?" and he jumped up and turned his body in the air and plopped his bare muscled butt down on the desk with a fleshy smack. He quickly spread his legs. His big, loose ball sack oozed to the desk top, and he grabbed his hard dick with a hand he spit on, and started matching his brother's rhythm, stroke for stroke. "Your turn, Cuz." they both stared, goading me to join them. I was so excited and eager I forced myself to feign a slight amount of reluctance. "I don't think I should," I lied. But I think they saw through the ruse, because I had already started unbuttoning my shorts, and they grinned when I leaned forward against their legs and started stroking my boy-cock so they could see me. They had clearly finished puberty, and I was staring at two fully formed, beautiful man cocks in front of me: silky, hairy bushes, vieny shafts, and great big purple heads seeming ready to burst. And there I stood with my shirt tails practically covering my entire cock and balls. Puberty in progress, getting bigger, but nothing like the man meat my cousins carried around. I was so hard I could barely stand the exquisite sensations, and yet I was incredibly willing, getting hard the way a boy's cock first does when it's with someone else in the room. Tony reached out and lifted my shirt over my head so he could see everything. And here's the thing I love about my two cousins. Instead of mocking my 12 year old dick and balls, I got a "Nice package bro" from Jerry and a "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about," from Tony. And there I am lusting after their meaty aroused flesh, admiring them like they are gods, and they're making me feel good about myself. They were unbelievable cousins in every way. It didn't take us long before we stopped talking and started really going after it in earnest. Tony asked me if I had ever done this kind of thing before, and I said, "No." Though of course I had tried many times. But I had never worked a load out of my boy cock. Not even a drop. So I was sort of telling the truth. Still, it would have been impossible for me not to be fully ready to explode that day. I was fired up by the masculinity my cousins exuded. "Yeah I have never done it before either," Jerry laughed, and then we all three busted a gut, knowing that this was probably one of the most frequent things that we did whenever we were in private. And here's the best part. I was so turned on by looking at my masculine cousin's ivory veiny flesh tubes that I began feeling the funny sensations down below right away. I kept slowing down because I had never really felt anything quite so exquisite before and certainly I didn't know what to expect. But the feeling kept growing, and the more I saw the precum start to flow out of both cousin's purple mushroom heads, the harder my boy cock got and pretty soon I felt like I was gonna pee all over the place and yet somehow I knew that wasn't going to happen, but I took a step closer, pressing my balls onto Tony's thigh and laid my cock out on top of it and started spewing the most creamy white half-liquid half-gel stuff out of my cock and the pleasure was intense beyond my imagining. My jizz shot out across his thigh and got tangled up in his pubic hair, and he smiled as I screamed in awe and joy of the physical sensations and the sight, and for a while I thought my cock had a mind of its own, jerking and spasming uncontrollably for what seemed like forever. It was only a few seconds before Tony started really slamming his hand up and down his manly muscle, and he said, "I'm gonna shoot." And then before he shot, Jerry laid a big streak of his teenage boy spunk across my arm and up onto my cheek and forehead. I could smell the incredible locker room spunky quality of it and it made my cock hurt in a good way even more than it did before I shot my joy jizz. Seeing all that flying cum must have flipped Tony over the top, because as soon as my jizz hit his thigh, Tony let out a quiet grunt, and his load shot through the air, hitting me squarely in the chin. We stood there stroking and gasping for air, the sensations of pleasure and pain mixing together and slowly dying out, until we were through spasming and dribbling, and our cocks were sagging. "Man, that awesome." I crooned. The cousins both smiled knowingly and said, "Yeah," nodding their heads. "Welcome to the club." The cool basement air returned to the room and tickled our skin. We quietly put our cutoffs back on, and moved upstairs after a quick wipedown of some surfaces with a paper towel. I followed my cousins' manly legs up the stairs and back into the glaring light of the house, and I thought to myself, "I'm the luckiest guy in the world." And for a moment there, I really believed it. Yep, I loved my cousins. Still do.