Date: Wed, 30 Jun 2004 19:02:19 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: Luvin Cuzin This is only a story. It bears no resemblance to anyone I know or have heard of. It depicts sexual contact between a male over the age of eighteen with one under eighteen. If that topic offends you in any way or if you are not suppose to read this sort of thing then perhaps you should leave. For you who stay, please enjoy I'd had to travel to Seattle from a small town in Southeastern Idaho to start school at the University of Washington. I was scheduled to stay in the dorms but they wouldn't be opened for another five days so I'd been invited to stay at my aunt's house, my mom's twin sister, in the city and only about a twenty minute bus ride from the U-dub-the university. Despite the fact that we didn't live all that far away from each other we hadn't seen each other for almost seven years so I was a little bit nervous; about re-acquainting with my aunt and cousin as well as moving in general. At eighteen and a few weeks I'd never been anywhere to speak of so moving to a city of a million plus people was anxiety producing. I was going to school on scholarships as well as grants and hopefully not too many loans. That was a good thing because my grandparents couldn't afford to pay for any of it. They were the ones who raised me since my parents were killed by a drunk driver when I was ten and they provided me with as much as they could, love and care being the most important and as well as abundant. While we weren't dirt poor, we didn't have money for many luxuries, so all of the money I'd saved so hard working after schools and during the summers was to be for unforeseen expenses. So, my trip was made on the big dog, an eighteen hour ride as opposed to a forty minute flight from Pocatello. I got in about seven PM to cool temperatures and rain. I was met by my aunt, who recognized me right away, which is a good thing because I wouldn't have recognized her despite her being my mother's twin. At about five foot five and a hundred twenty five, my aunt Dani projects the image of being much bigger. She's very bubbly, outgoing and friendly. But she doesn't take any shit from anybody. She raised my cousin by herself after knocking the shit out of my alcoholic uncle and tossing him out when Dustin was like three or so, worked on a construction site as a foreman and owned her own house. Yup, she could take care of herself. Of course four years in the Army Special forces helped a little bit. While my mother had borne me when she was sixteen, my aunt showed more restraint, joined the military and fought tooth and nail to get into the Special Forces when few women were allowed. I'd heard a few stories about her when I was little and the short version is that she's nobody to fuck with. "Hey DJ, she hollered at me as soon as I entered the doorway to leave the bus. My name is Daniel, after my aunt, kinda sorta, my middle name is James, after my dad. I don't remember being called anything but DJ, although my gramma would use my formal name if she was scolding me, which didn't happen very often. She pushed her way through the throng of people and gave me a big hug. "God look how tall you are," she said with a smile, and indeed, at six foot one-I took after my dad-I pretty much towered over her. "And handsome too. I bet you have girls falling all over you." I guess I do look pretty good, at least that's what I've heard since I started middle school. I have thick, short cut, and medium brown hair that I kept gelled and kinda spiky on the longer top. Green eyes, long lashes and high cheek bones accentuate a somewhat narrow face. My lips are kinda nice and although my teeth are white and straight, I got a small chip in one of my front teeth which bothered me, but girls all said was sexy. I played a variety of sports in my small high school and worked on the farm so was a lean and moderately well built one hundred seventy pounds. My aunt chattered away at me during the fifteen minute drive to her home in the Greenwood district of Seattle and a part of the information that she imparted was about my cousin Dustin who was pretty excited about my coming to stay. "He's twelve and half, has more energy than any kid needs to have and is so thrilled that you'll not only be staying with us for a few days but will be living close by. He has a ton of things planned so be prepared and don't feel like you need to keep him entertained. You can say no. Okay? I warned him to take it easy on you but what can I say, you're about the only family we've got." "That's okay aunt Dani, I understand how he feels. I'm sure it'll be okay. So, is he at home now?" "No, he had a birthday party that included the movies so he won't be home until ten or so. I'll bet you're probably pretty tired so if you're in bed when he comes in I'll warn him to let you be or face pain of death from me." She said the latter with mock seriousness. She went on to apologize ahead of time for the sleeping arrangements saying that we were stuck in the cramped attic bedroom because she was having remodeling done downstairs. I assured her that it would be just fine. The house turned out to be, well.a mess. It was livable, just a cluttered mass of unfinished stuff and the tools that made it that way, not mention displaced possessions and many of those covered in sheets to protect them. We wandered out to the back yard which offered a little less complicated sitting and talked while we drank a soda. I was pretty knackered. Eighteen hours on a bus without much more than a couple hours sleep coupled with the fact that I hadn't gotten any sleep the day before had left me fairly well exhausted. It wasn't lost on my aunt. After a half dozen yawns she said that I might want to lay down before I fell over. "Come on, I'll show you the dungeon where you'll try to sleep over the next few days." I followed her up the narrow creaky stairway at the back of the house to the attic room that I would be sharing with my cousin. Small didn't do the word justice. There were two single beds against the walls at the far end, which wasn't very far at all. In any case there was barely enough room to walk between them.sideways. The wall at the foot of the beds was only about five feet away and had shelves stacked on milk crates that served as clothing shelves that held a myriad of clothes, some folded, most not. Also at the foot of the beds was a window set in each outside wall and both were opened to create a flow of air. Given the temperature at the time I guessed that it must be fairly uncomfortable on hot days. "Well, this is," she said with a little sadness in her voice. Once again I assured her that I could manage. The fact was, that it wasn't all that bad and as tired as I was I'd probably not even notice any discomfort, at least the first night. I dropped my carry all bag at the foot of the bed and my aunt put the two larger ones in a cupboard at the head of the stairs, along with my jacket. On the other side of the stairs was a tiny, and I mean tie-knee, half bath, that is a sink and toilet and it was there that I brushed my teeth and ran cold water over my face before heading back over to the bedroom. I stripped down to my briefs, leaving my clothes in a puddle at the end of the bed, then pulled the sheet and blanket down and laid down on the bottom sheet. It was still fairly warm and I considered taking my underwear off and sleeping nude, something that I did most of the year back home but especially in the hot summer months. Then I figured that my cousin would come home and there I'd be with no clothes on and since the room was softly illuminated by the streetlight it would be pretty hard to miss. What a great impression that would be to give an almost teenage boy. Thinking it through a little further I figured that I could pull the top sheet over me which would be less confining and therefore cooler than my tightie whitie's and I could keep my shorts under the other pillow and slip them on before getting out of bed in the morning. So that's what I did, pulling the sheet up enough to cover my groin and right leg, leaving the left leg completely uncovered. That's another thing I seem to do, that is to leave on leg out of the covers no matter how warm or cold it gets. In any case, I fell promptly asleep. The dream I was having was slightly sexual and in it, whatever I was doing was being softly interrupted by little noises and gentle bumps. I came out of the dream state and realized that the noises and bumps had been real and opened my eyes every so gently enough to see a figure inching its way up between the beds. My cousin had returned home and was gong to his bed. He stopped moving and just stood there in his boxers, looking down on my prone body and what he was looking at was my crotch. In the soft light he looked cute as all get out, platinum blonde hair in an almost bowl type of cut. He continued to stare and I came to the realization that I was hard as stone and I could tell that my cock and balls were only barely covered by the sheet, that my Dustin could easily see that as well as the fact that I was wearing nothing to sleep in. I felt a bit of a thrill at that so continued to feign sleep. Dustin rubbed once at the front of his underwear then slipped them down enough to fall to the ground and my cock twitched at the sight of him. His cock was hardening rapidly barely two feet from my eyes. He looked to be about four and half inches, maybe five inches long, slender, and his circumcised head a perfect shape. His balls were dropped but still close to his body and were as smooth looking and free of hair as the rest of him appeared to be. "Are you awake DJ?" he whispered. I didn't answer but worked at keeping my breathing shallow to continue the fa^Çade. He asked again then sat on his bed, legs spread open and slowly fondled his balls then stroked his cock, bringing him to full on young boy hard. I knew what he was thinking. He was dying to see my cock and so was debating on whether or not to try and lift the sheet. His curiosity won out and he switched hands on his dick, using his left hand to play with himself and the more steady right hand to move the sheet. I felt a finger tip graze my hip as he slid his hand in closer and gripped onto the edge of the sheet and gently lifted it up and laid it back down on my right hip. I heard him inhale sharply as he got his first glimpse of me, just over seven inches of rock hard eighteen year old cock that was raised off of my flat belly and snaked toward my belly button. He leaned in to look closer, his hand working on his cock, squeezing it up and down and stroking on it. He was looking at my balls, the warmth of the night air causing them to hang loosely in their slightly furry bag. I could feel the precum leaking from my swollen cock head as it dripped onto my belly and cooled. I knew that he wanted to touch me, as bad as I wanted him to and once again he called my name quietly. Getting no response, Dustin reached out and touched the underside of my cock then withdrew as though it were a hot stove. He slid up toward the head of his bed a little further, his own ramrod hard cock sticking straight in the air easily within grasping distance of my hand. He switched hands and began playing with his cock with his right hand while his left reached out slowly then grasped onto my cock and felt it up. The warmth of his hand took me back to the first time someone had done that to me and the memories that flooded back were still as clear as a bell. I was thirteen, just barely, and it was the same time of year, mid August. During the summer my grandfather always hired at least one other person to help with the hay and other things around the farm. That summer he'd hired Pete, a sixteen year old boy from the next town over. Pete became my idol almost immediately. He was tall, blonde haired and blue eyed, and strikingly cute. He'd been a farm boy all his life so his body was filled out with plenty of muscle and definition. The first time I saw him work without a shirt on I though I was going to faint I was so impressed. And rock hard. I didn't know it at the time but I was destined to like boys, to be a gay boy, and when I looked back on it during my own sixteenth year I recognized that the signs had been there since I was a little tyke. Anyway, Pete was good to me. He was always willing to teach me stuff, showing me how to do things around the farm that my grandfather hadn't, helping me when something was too heavy or awkward for me. I think he recognized that he was my hero and he didn't tease me at all but accepted me as an equal and always invited me to go along with him when he had to drive into town for some needed implement or something. One day on the we were mending fences way out at the far edge of our property where it abuts a river. After finishing the last part of the fence, Pete tossed the tools in the back of the truck and headed down toward a large pool of water that was part of the river but moved much slower. I'd pulled more than one nice trout out of there as I sat under the shade of a huge old maple tree that sat at the top of the slight hillock that was part of the river's edge. Pete was pulling his shirt off as he walked and I asked what he was doing. "Well, I told Fred," my grandfather, "that I thought we'd take the afternoon off and he said that once the fences were done that was fine by him. So, since we're here and it's so darned hot, I thought we might go for a swim." "But we don't have swim suits," I pointed out. "Don't need em since it's just you and me and," he waved his arm across in front of him, "there don't appear to be no one else neither." "But how will we dry off?" He said we'd just lay in the sun, or the shade since it was so warm. Of course I was nervous as a June bride. I'd never seen an older boy naked before, let alone the one who occupied most of my waking thoughts. Few boys had seen me naked either, since our school was small and we didn't have a regular gym or showers and stuff. Pete was kicking off his battered cowboy boots and unbuckling the big silver buckle that held his worn jeans up. "Come on DJ, it'll be great." He turned back to face the pool as he shucked his jeans and underwear down then bent slightly to push them off of his feet. His butt looked so slender but firm and muscled and when he bent and lifted his leg I could see his balls hanging there in the shadow. I hurriedly kicked off my own boots while I pulled my shirt off. I wanted to get into the water before Pete had time to turn and watch me walking in and therefore catching me naked. I hadn't even considered what it would be like getting out of the water later. Pete ran and dove in as I managed to finish getting my clothes off and I ran like mad, managing to execute my own dive as his head broke the surface of the water twenty feet from shore. I surfaced about five feet short of where he was treading water. "Tell me that doesn't feel great," he said with a tooth filled grin as he moved closer to where I treaded water. I agreed with him. Although the water was cold, the outside temperature hovered about ninety five making the pond a welcome relief. Pete did a forward motion and dove under water, giving me another glimpse of his pale butt before he was totally underwater. I dove behind him, wondering what he was doing and saw him grabbing something of the bottom of the pond before turning and heading up, giving me a glimpse of his cock thru the murky water. It looked kinda big. Back at the surface he showed me a rock, nothing special, then tossed it back in. We swam about a little while longer, during which Pete floated on his back a little bit, his cock sort of bobbing to the surface. Again, it looked big but was still difficult to tell. He sure didn't seen to have any problem letting me see it, although he wasn't being real forward about it, just sort of matter of fact. We finally got out, Pete leading the way with me following behind, his behind swaying gently as we walked. He turned somewhat abruptly, his cock swinging with the motion and I saw him for the first time. He was huge. At least that's the way it looked to me, although he probably wasn't that much bigger than I was by the time this story took place. In any case his cock hung gently between his thighs, his hefty balls underneath and somewhat hidden by the long thick tube. Like me, he was circumcised, the head of his cock a perfect Darth Vader helmet shape. The base of his hose was a thick nest of dark brown curls, flattened by the water, with a trail that led up his totally flat belly to his belly button. I was about ten feet behind him when he turned and was so stunned that I just stopped in my tracks and all but stared. Pete chuckled and said "Never seen an older boy's dick huh?" All I could do was shake my head no as Pete stepped closer, scanning my body with his eyes. Although at that moment it was shriveled from the cold, my own cock was about five inches long, having been measured that very morning. The small collection of hairs at the base was a very dark brown, almost black and just starting to get curly. My balls were still smooth as a milk pail, hanging between equally smooth pale thighs. Pete stopped just in front of me and said, "You got a nice cock DJ. Trust me, it's gonna get way bigger, you'll see. I just nodded my head, still looking at the snake between his legs. "You want to touch it?" he whispered. "You can if you want, I think it'd like that." As I said before, Pete knew that I idolized him and he knew what my response would be. I reached out and cupped it from underneath and hefted it. It felt warm and heavy in my hand and I could feel it begin to respond to my touch. then I squeezed it up and down the length of it, amazed at how it felt and how big it was growing. "That feels good DJ. Want me to touch yours too?" Pete asked. I could only nod my head and when he took my cock, now rock hard, in his hand and squeezed on it like I was doing to his I thought I was gonna faint. I had fondled myself on more occasions that I could count but this was the absolute best and I sighed as he felt on my cock, praising how big I was and how hard and strong my dick felt. Pete's was the monster though. The thing filled my hand and I could easily see large veins running through the shaft. "Let's go lie on the grass he said quietly." And so those were the thoughts and feelings that were going through me as my young cousin gently squeezed the length of my cock while his other hand made love to his own. I decided to try something out and so moved my hand up to rub at my nose. Of course Dustin let go of my cock immediately but stayed where he was at. I rubbed for a moment, as if taking care of an itch then let my arm fall out sideways and of course it fell on Dustin's upper thigh and grazing his hard dick. The boy took the hint and ever so gently moved his body until my fingers came in contact with his cock, the fingers splayed out so that his shaft was in between them and my palm rested on top of his nuts. His hand returned to my cock and gently stroked it while he sort of thrust his pelvis forward to exert more pressure from my relaxed hand on his own dick. I allowed my hand to contract in reflex and gently pressed my fingers against the sides of his cock, the tips kneading slightly at his pubic bone and feeling a few hairs there, while my thumb prodded his balls. I wondered how far I could take this, how far would Dustin go. I was pretty surprised that it had gone as far as it had. So I mumbled a little, as though talking in my sleep. The first sounds were like "yummy" sounds, small moans of pleasure. Then I mumbled some words and added the name Joan making it unintelligible enough that it could have been John, the idea being if he didn't suck me it would sound like I was asking a girl and if he did, well I would talk in my sleep some more. Once again the young boy took the bait. "What did you say DJ?" he whispered leaning closer to my head. I tried to make it a little clearer but still garbled. I was saying "please, suck my cock," but it was muddled so it would sound like I was talking in my sleep. Hell, I didn't want to make it too obvious. Dustin finally got it and actually repeated it back to me quietly "suck your cock?" I mumbled an "mmmm yeah". I didn't really think he'd do it. I mean, the whole scene was so far beyond belief as it was but then, I wasn't a horny young boy and thinking on it later, had it been me at that age and I was with Pete or someone I knew and liked, I might just have believed what was going on too. He held my cock higher and pulled it gently toward him then leaned over and actually took my cock head into his mouth and sucked softly. That the boy had done this before seemed evident in that he covered his teeth with his lips so as not to scrape me. He held firmly on my cock as he bobbed up and down on a good three inches of it. I mumbled again and my hand began more action on his cock, gripping it, stroking it as slowly as he stroked me. "Mmm John," I mumbled this time being a little more clear on the pronunciation. Dustin didn't seem to miss a beat but kept on suckling me. I generally produced a fair amount of precum and since the boy wasn't leaving my cock head he had to be eating it. I was excited about what was happening, I was excited about the possibilities that loomed with Dustin, but I was also exhausted. I wanted it to last all night but I wanted it to end as well. I reached down with my other hand and fondled my balls, moaning about how good it felt getting sucked. My hand slid to the base of my cock and I took over the stroking. Dustin's mouth must have gotten sore because he took his mouth from my cock but kept on licking on the head and the shaft. His breathing was becoming more rapid as I stroked both our cocks. I was getting close and mumbled that I was gonna cum. Dustin slipped his hand under mine and took over on his own cock while he put his mouth over the head of my dick, a move telling me that he was planning on eating my sperm. That was pretty hot to me, knowing this cute young thing with his soft lips wrapped on my cock head was gonna swallow. I put my other hand on his head and rubbed my fingers in his soft hair. "Ooohhh," I moaned. "Cumming John, cumming," I mumbled out and felt my cock thicken then pulse with each jet of cum that flew up the shaft and ended up in the boy's mouth. He took it all, every drop while the action on his cock picked up tempo and he pulled off my head and moaned, obviously cumming himself. I relaxed, let both hands fall back to my sides while Dustin's movement stopped except for the breathing. "That was nice John," I mumbled. "Yeah, it was DJ," the boy mumbled. Then he surprised me by leaning down and kissing me on the lips. Nothing long, just a nice kiss. "Thanks." He laid down and I fell back asleep almost in a matter of seconds. I was brought awake later by the gentle tugging on my cock and once again chose not to open my eyes. Although still drowsy I knew full well what was going on and moaned out in my supposed sleep. I was laying on my back with my head turned slightly to my left side and felt a pressure at my partially open mouth. I immediately recognized the warm silky feel of cock head and allowed the pressure to pry my lips open and force its way into my mouth. Needless to say I pulled my lips over my teeth so as not to scrape the boy's sensitive flesh. I heard him gasp quietly above me as I allowed three inches of his hard young cock into the warm cavity of my mouth. I drew in the fragrance of his youth, the semi-sweet musky odor of maturing young boy, and a moan escaped from my throat as I went back in time once more. We had lain on the grass and Pete began to touch me immediately, running his calloused hand across my chest and onto my flat belly. "Gosh DJ your body is so soft and smooth, I love how it feels. And your balls," he said as he cupped them driving me wild with the feelings, "your balls are even softer, not like mine cause I got hairs on em." I had been lying on my back and letting the older boy take over, doing what he pleased with me, not knowing or caring where it might lead. I rolled over to face him and cupped his large nuts, the bag hanging onto his thigh since he was lying on his side. He was right, they felt a lot different, the furry covering creating a totally different feel. And they felt heavy to me, much heavier than my own smaller nuggets. My face was close to his crotch and I could detect an odor coming from him, not at all unpleasant, in fact it seemed to make me even hotter. I wondered for the first time what it would be like to suck on that huge cock. Dustin slowly moved his cock in and out of my mouth, taking care not to choke me lest he wake me up. He continued to stroke on my cock but as he got hotter and probably closer to cumming he paid less attention to me so I slipped my right hand down to take over the job he fell short on while my other hand cupped and fondled his smooth balls. I heard him moan out loud as his cock swelled in my mouth and I felt a single small drop of watery sperm, his warm young tribute to Eros. I continued to suckle gently until he pulled his cock away from me and I let a low moan of disappointment escape from my abandoned lips. I allowed both hands to stop what they were doing and return to the bed or my chest while a satisfied smile played across my lips and another low yummy sound slipped out. I heard Dustin sit back on his bed then a whispered, "Fuck I wish you were awake for this DJ," followed by what I assumed was his lying down. This time I stayed awake a little longer, until his breathing evened out and I thought he was asleep, before turning on my other side and stealing a glance at my watch. It was half past one and, despite the brief waking interludes, I'd actually gotten about four hours sleep. I finally drifted off and awoke about seven, the light streaming through the window working as my alarm clock. Having lived and worked in farm country for eight years I was an early riser and actually liked it. I enjoyed the quiet and solitude of the early hours, watching as the day came to life, although at seven a.m. on a midweek August morning, a lot of the city was already up and running. Not so Dustin. I moved to a sitting position and looked over his body, completely uncovered due to the already growing heat in the small attic room. He was lying on his back, one leg straight out and the other bent outward at the knee. His left arm was similarly positioned while the other was draped across his flat belly. That he was cute as all get out would do him an injustice. He was drop dead cute. His platinum blonde hair was somewhat longer and a thick slightly curly mop on his small head. His entire body would normally be pale but the pure white of his groin area contrasted with the light golden color of the rest of his smooth young body, an indication of many hours spent only in swimwear or shorts. His face was small, a little on the round side, his thick, sun lightened brows and long darker eyelashes a dominant feature. His nose was small, slightly up turned with a few freckles tossed on in no particular order, those being the only other marking on his totally smooth face. On the bottom part his mouth was slightly open, the almost perfect lips a frame for what looked like crystal white teeth. His chest was flat, nicely defined with small dark areola's and nubbins of nipples. Lower, his belly was flat and while was there the slightest hint of baby fat, the lower abdomen slipped gently into his pubic bone and to that which made him boy. He was full on early morning young boy rock hard and I could see his cock move as each beat of his heart pumped blood through the blue veins that lined the five inch shaft raised off of his smooth young body. I say smooth but there were the hints of fuzz growing at the base of his boyhood pride and joy, the beginnings of puberty that I'd felt in the dark wee hours of the morning. His sperm makers hung gently between smooth milky thighs, the bag also smooth except for the wrinkles at the base where it sprung from his preteen cock. Fuck I wanted to dive in and suck the life from the boy and but for three things I would have. I wasn't sure how my cute young cousin would respond to sexual play in the daylight hours when we both were wide awake, despite his murmured desired during round two five hours before. Also, my bladder and bowels both were reminding me of the basic needs of nature. Those two things coupled with the smell of fresh made coffee wafting up from the kitchen at the bottom of the stairs were more important in the moment than sucking my cousin's cock. Grabbing my underwear from under the sheet I stood and inched my way to the foot of the bed where I rummaged through my bag and pulled out a pair of cargo shorts and clean white t-shirt. I turned and took one last, longing look at the boy buffet lying in repose while I dressed then crossed the narrow hall to the equally narrow bathroom and took care of business. Five minutes later I was in the kitchen where my aunt, dressed for work, was pouring coffee while asking how I slept and directing me to coffee, fixins, and juice or milk if I preferred. "Did Dustin wake you when he came in? I told him to be as quiet as possible." I told her that I conked out as soon as my head hit the pillow and didn't wake up till fifteen minutes ago. I didn't figure I'd burn in hell for that little white lie. "What plans do you have for the day?" she asked and when I said none in particular she went on to say that she would be taking the truck to work so I could use the car if I wanted to, that Dustin knew the city well enough for a boy his age and would probably me more than happy to act as a tour guide. "Meanwhile I have to get out of here. We'll go out for dinner so be back here by six-ish." I told her I would and she headed out the door. She'd left a morning paper scattered on the kitchen table so I sat down to read while I drank coffee and four cups later was finished with both the coffee and the paper. I decided to take a shower so went back up stairs as quiet as I could to grab my ditty bag. Dustin was still sound asleep, his arms and legs akimbo and his cock as full on hard as any boy's cock could get. His balls hung nicely between his thighs and once again the urge to dive in and devour his preteen boyhood charms was over powering. I felt my cock harden rapidly at the sight of his precious smooth young boy's body so took my toiletries and headed downstairs to the bathroom, where I climbed immediately in the shower and jacked off under the warm spray, cumming in a half minute and my orgasm so strong that I almost had to sit down. Once I'd recovered I managed to complete my cleaning, dry off and head up the stairs, my towel wrapped around my waist. In the room Dustin had rolled to his belly facing my bed, his arms wrapped around the pillow under his head. His left leg was crooked at the knee and raised toward his head giving me a wonderful view of his slender boy's butt, the crack separating the creamy white orbs. I reveled at the sight of the beginning of his sac, the skin stretched to where the eggs inside rested on the bed between his thighs. Despite having cummed five minutes before I felt my cock stir at the sight of him, the smooth young body reminding me of myself at that age and how Pete had said he loved it so much that first time we were together. After I'd let go of his balls I laid back and Pete reached over to take hold of my young dick and began stroking it gently, up and down. I'd done that more than a few times myself and had recently discovered that I could make sperm, but what I did and how it felt when Pete did it were two entirely different things. I just laid there with my eyes half closed as the incredible feelings just ripped through my body, making me want to stay there forever. "You're so perfect a boy, I could just stay here forever touching you and stuff. I shook myself from the reverie and rummaged in my bag for a clean pair of briefs then stood back up. I was still facing the beds when I took my towel off and used it to make sure my crotch was totally dry. "Morning DJ," the somewhat high voice said and I looked to see that Dustin was wide awake and looking at me, my cock still inflated enough that it was obvious I was on my way to a full on chubby. He was smiling and I was sure it wasn't just because he was a happy go lucky boy because his eyes were mostly focused on my cock. "I hope I didn't wake you up when I came in last night," he said. "You were kinda snoring but then stopped." I decided that since we had done what we'd done, supposedly in sleep, that I didn't need to cover myself so made the motions of continuing to finish drying off and allowing the preteen cutie to look all he wanted, which he did. "Naw, I was so dead to the world. I didn't hear a thing. So are you gonna get up or lay in bed all day?" I asked returning his smile. He rolled over, swung his legs to the floor and stood up, his cock still rock hard and looking at his chin. Apparently our night time activities allowed the young boy to be free of embarrassment at being seen in a most intimate light, what inhibitions he may have had, long gone. Not being one to let that go by without comment. "Glad to see me are ya?" I asked in a mock sultry tone as I stared straight at his cock as he inched out from between the beds. He headed toward the bathroom talking as he walked, his cock bobbing in front of him. "You should talk, yours was the same way when I came home last night. Your sheet must have come off you cause your whole thing was totally uncovered and boy, you must a been having some gooooood dreams," he half yelled over the sound of his piss hitting the toilet water. "But I was a good cousin and pulled your sheet back over you and covered up your big hard cock," he finished, both the dialog and his piss and he flushed and returned to the room. His cock was still about half hard and mine wasn't diminishing in any noticeable fashion. I thanked him as we stood facing each other and added that it probably didn't matter since it was only him and me. Then I told him that was the way he was when I got up to leave, that his cock was so hard that it was throbbing with each heart beat. "So you stared at my cock," he said with a smile. I nodded my head, "Sure, I don't mind looking now and then, I think most guys do. They just don't want to admit it." Both our cocks were beginning to rise and that fact was not lost on my cute young cousin. "How about touching? Do you mind doin that now and then too?" he asked in a soft voice. I shook my head slowly from side to side, "Not at all," I whispered. "I like touching." The electricity in the air was so thick you could almost feel it as we stared into each other's eyes. I reached out and took hold of his hard cock as I stepped up to him. He gasped loudly as I gripped his shaft squeezing the length of it. "God that feels incredible," he groaned out. "That was bizarre," I thought to myself. That was exactly what I told Pete as we lay on the grass and he felt up and down on my pulsing young cock. "God Pete that feels so incredible. Oh man," I told the older boy and he chuckled deeply as he stroked my cock. "I know, I remember when I was your age and it was all new to me too. Of course I still like it when someone else plays with my hard cock." I took the hint. Dustin grasped onto my cock as well. "God your cock is so huge DJ, and so thick." He felt up and down the length of me as he commented. I moved again and grasped onto Pete's rigid dick, my hand barely able to close around the thick shaft. I stroked it up and down, mesmerized by it, the size, the feel and the warmth. "It's so big and hard Pete," I said in my still unbroken voice. "Oh man." "Hey, yours is pretty nice too for a boy your age," I whispered. "I get it'll bet a lot bigger. Mine was only as big as your is till I was almost fourteen then it sorta blew up like a balloon." He laughed at that as his hands moved down to cup my hefty balls and fondle them too and of course he commented on them. "Your balls feel so heavy to DJ and the hairs on em make it feel different too. I bet you make a lot of sperm." I nodded my head and then asked if he was making sperms yet? He nodded his head yes, which of course I knew, also knowing that he'd just barely started, if the droplet that I'd swallowed in the night was any indication "Do you make sperm yet DJ?" Pete asked me and I shook my head. I hadn't yet spermed, wasn't exactly sure even what that was all about but it sounded like something I would most likely be interested in. "Want me to show you DJ, want me to try and make you cum?" I didn't know what cum was but was more than willing to learn, especially if it felt anything like what he was doing then. I nodded my head. "Yeah," he said with a smile. "I just started making em about a month or so ago. "Want me to make you cum then?" I asked. He nodded his head. I got to my knees in front of him, my hand still firmly grasping his hard young flesh. I began stroking his cock then leaned forward and took the head into my mouth and held it there, my tongue exploring the silky skin of the head. His boy fragrance was fairly strong and I reveled in it as I took his entire cock into my mouth and my nose touched the small sprouts of his fuzz. "Ooohhhh fuck." He moaned out above me. Oh gosh, oh gosh," I moaned as Pete took my cock into his mouth and started sucking on it, his head moving up and down on the shaft while his tongue seemed to be licking on my cock head. My tummy started to tingle right away and my balls started feeling sort of funny, maybe, I thought, cause Pete was playing with em while he sucked on me. I fondled and squeezed on Dustin's balls while my other hand kneaded the soft flesh of his slender little butt. "Fuck I'm gonna squirt," was about all he got out before I felt the shaft of his cock thicken in my mouth and the feeling of liquid across my tongue. "Gosh it tickles Pete, oh man it's tickling so bad" I groaned out as the hand on my cock worked harder and then the feelings were so overwhelming in my cock that I thought I was gonna die. Pete kept stroking and sucking until the only thing that was left was the tickling of his tongue on my cock head and that almost drove me nuts. He finally took his mouth away and smiled. "What happened?" I asked him. "You made sperm, you cummed DJ," he told me and the way he said it sounded like he was so proud of me for doing it. I swallowed Dustin's sperm, the two drops or so that he deposited in my mouth, and slowly stroked on his cock, milking it but there was no more. He started giggling so I took the sensitive head out of my mouth, knowing that was what was bothering him. "Fuck that was awesome DJ," Dustin said as I stood up and the boy simply melted into my arms, hugging me tightly. I held him right back, loving the feeling of his soft warm body against mine. "I never done that before Pete. I never felt nothing like that," I told him and he smiled, saying he was glad that he could teach me something new. "So I guess that you don't beat off then DJ?" he stated more than asked and when I shook my head and said I wasn't sure what he was talking about he explained it too me. "Oh yeah, I sorta have done that but when it tickles so bad like that I always stopped," I told him. He went to say that I was supposed to keep going. "Here, let me show you." Pete lay along side me and took his monster cock in his left hand and began stroking in slow movements. "When I get close to cumming I'll tell you and you can take over, okay?" I nodded my head, my eyes totally focused on what Pete was doing while his right hand had moved into my lap and was playing with my still half hard dick. "Want me to make you cum now DJ," my cousin asked and I told him I'd love to have him make me cum. Like I had done, Dustin dropped to his knees and took my fat cock head into my mouth and began sucking me. The problem of course was that my cock was pretty big, his mouth pretty small and he didn't have that much experience. At least that was what it seemed like because he stopped before two minutes had passed. "My mouth gets sore doin that DJ." "I guess you're not used to it huh?" he shook his head no and said that he'd never done it before which surprised the hell out of me and I told him so, explaining about how good he'd done and how he kept his lips over his teeth so not to scrape me and stuff. he said he's heard older boys talking about it and even mimicking it amongst each other when talking about a certain girl so he just sort of put two and two together. I had taken over on my cock and was slowly stroking it so suggested that I lay on the bed and jack off for him and if he wanted he could finish it off just before I was ready to cum. Dustin liked that idea a lot so I did just that, lying down and going to town with Dustin sitting in his bed and watching intently. "Okay DJ, I'm almost there, I'm almost ready to sperm out," Pete told me, then asked if I knew what I was suppose to do. I nodded my head and he said, "Now DJ, take it now," which I did. God his cock was so thick in my hand but I grabbed it and began stroking on it like crazy. "Hold it tighter DJ," he panted out, "go faster, oh fuck go faster." I was surprised that Pete cursed cause he never did that but I did was I was told just as he groaned out, almost a growl like a barnyard dog. I felt the pole of hard flesh get sort of tighter in my hand and then it happened. I'd never seen anything like it before, the thick strands of white goo that shot out of his cock head and went clear up to his neck and his chest and stuff. And it kept on going at least six or seven times before it finally slowed down to a dribble "Okay Dustin, hurry, go ahead and take it," I panted. The boy wasted no time but leaned forward, took hold of my cock and began stroking. I felt all the familiar warnings of impending sperming and then it hit. I arched my hips up off the bed as the first jet blasted out of the slit and landed at my nipple. It was followed by another five solid squirts before it slowed down yet Dustin continued stroking, just to make sure. "Damn DJ you make a lot of sperms," he said with awe in his voice as he slowed down to a slow milking sort of movement. I'd let my body relax back onto the bed while I let my breathing return back to normal. Dustin finally let go and rolled over to the wall, then rolled back with a small towel in his hand. With tender care he wipe the cum from the front of my torso, exclaiming that my cumming was about the coolest thing he'd ever seen. "Gosh Pete does it do that every time, make that much of sperm stuff?" He chuckled and said usually, except if it was like the third or fourth time in a day that he did it. "You can do it that many times?" I asked, incredulous that a boy's body could do that, that mine might be able to some day. He smiled as he stood up, saying that his personal record was six but he knew of a boy over in another small town that was reported to have cummed eleven times in waking day. That was pretty much more than I could even imagine. I mean, hell, I loved playing with my dick but that seemed like it would be an all the time all day project. "I gotta wash this stuff off," Pete said as he headed for the river. I jumped up and followed him, amazed again at how much I liked looking at his naked body, front or back. After he was finished cleaning himself off we went back to the grassy spot and laid down next to each other. "Did you like doing that DJ?" he asked. When I nodded my head yes he asked if I'd like to do more stuff, maybe not right now but some other time. I said anytime would be great, that I'd loved it. He smiled and pulled me close to him. "I like you a lot DJ. I think you're really a cool kid." Nothing could have sounded sweeter to my ears. "I like you a lot too Pete. I think you're just way awesome and I love being around you." I laid my head on his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat lulled me off to sleep in the cooling shade of the hot summer's day. "Can we do more stuff DJ, more sexy stuff I mean? There's so much I hear about that I want to try. I'm so glad you're here." He leaned down and hugged me tightly so I wrapped his arms around him once again and held on to him, feeling his heart beat against my own chest. "Sure Dustin, there's a lot of stuff we can do if you want to."