Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2006 00:20:49 -0800 (PST) From: Mark Friedman Subject: Making My Move This story involves sex between consenting minor male cousins. If, for any reason, you or your legal guardian/your Significant Other/the law would have any problems with you reading this, then it's best for you to leave now (and if you're one of those prudes who objects to gay sex in any form, then one wonders why you're here at this site in the first place). This story is completely fictional, and, as with any such work of fiction, any resemblance to any place, event, or person (living or dead) is purely coincidental. Copyright is to me, and may not be reproduced without my prior permission. Comments can be sent to me at forcewielder2000@yahoo.com (flames will just be ignored!) ~Mark **** My cousin Tom had just gotten married. My parents and I had traveled from our home, which was several hours away, to be at the ceremony and reception, and we were staying ay my aunt and uncle's house (who were the parents of the cousin who'd just gotten married) for the night, as my parents weren't enthused about diving back late at night. I was staying in the room of another one of their kids, my 13-year-old cousin Blake. The two of us had seen each other a lot over school vacations, so it's not like we were strangers, despite me being two years older. While sharing his room, we'd changed clothes in front of each other, we'd always had our boxers on, so hadn't ever seen each other's cock and balls. After the reception was over, I had gone in early to shower and get ready for bed while Blake stayed out in the back yard to help clean up. I was laying on the spare bed in Blake's room wearing only my boxers and a t-shirt when Blake came in with only a towel wrapped around his waist. "Man, I'm sure glad that's over," he said, flopping onto his bed. "And here I thought you liked parties," I replied with a grin. "I do," he said. "I just don't like cleaning up after them." I looked over at him, running my eyes over his body. I had grown accustomed to the idea that I liked guys, and had even had sex a few times, but wondered how Blake would react if he knew I found him attractive. I felt a stirring in my groin. When he made no move to get up and get dressed, I decided to make my move. I got up and went over to him. I grabbed the front of the towel and threw it open. He gasped and laid there looking at me with a shocked expression on his face. "Aaron, what are you doing?" he hissed at me, his eyes wide. "Watch and find out," I told him. I bent down and took a good look at his cock and balls. They were smaller than mine. There was a small patch of hair around them. I stuck my tongue out, and began licking his limp cock, which started getting hard under the stimulation. When it was completely hard, I pulled off my boxers and t-shirt. I then straddled him and sat down on him, taking his cock up my butthole. Grinning at him, I began riding him, my own hard cock smacking on him every time I went down on him. He laid there, looking at me with the same shocked expression on his face. I soon came, spraying my semen all over his body. I kept riding him until he came into me. As I got off of him, he said, "Why'd you do that for?!" "What, you didn't enjoy it?" "Uh, I did, but..." "All right then," I said. "What other reason do you need?" "Um, none, really," he said meekly. I pulled my boxers and t-shirt back on and went back to my bed, getting under the covers. Blake got up, grabbed the towel, and left the room for a little while. When he came back in, he got into a pair of boxers and climbed into bed. The next morning at breakfast, my gaze met his for a few moments. Then he grinned shyly at me, and I grinned back.