Date: Mon, 25 Jan 2021 16:14:52 +0000 From: Phil Frame Subject: My cousin Andrew Andrew It was a gloomy New Year's Eve when I was first introduced to Andrew. My parents were hosting a party and the house was full of friends and family. I was 16 at the time and had a few friends over too. But we were doing our own thing in our own space. Andrew was family. His mum and my mum were cousins. But they'd never seen each other for years. Andrews aunt came to me to see if I would mind Andrew joining me and my friends. As a typical teen I groaned at this until Andrew showed himself. There stood this blond haired boy, about 5ft 9 and perfectly build. He was clearly nervous, his gaze fixed on the floor. But soon we were all relaxed in each other's company. Hours passed, new year arrived, we'd all had a few beers (with permission from our parents). Once the party started to wind down, about 4am, people started to leave but Andrew asked if he could stay. His parents didn't mind and so it was agreed. My friends left too and we headed to bed. I kindly let Andrew have my bed as he was a guest after all. Now this was the era of what we called "free cable". Where you were able to buy a cable box that allowed you access to all cable tv channels. Including porn. I'd already made some money by recording the full shows for school chums. That's a story for another time though. I'd been openly wanking since I was about 12 and had even had a few sessions with friends and cousins. So as I lay in my sleeping bag, I turned the porn on and started to chub up straight away. With the alcohol lowering my inhibitions I asked Andrew bluntly if he masturbates. He replied yes. I told him I do too and that he's more than welcome to join as we watch the TV. I was sitting with my back to him so as not to embarrass him if he joined. Unfortunately he didn't. I still had a good 30 minute wank before shooting my load into the sleeping bag and then falling into a sleep. But little did I know that this was just the start of things to come. Our friendship bloomed and we started to have more and more sleepovers together. Him at mine. Me at his. Unfortunately we stayed about 20 miles from each other so it was only weekends when we could catch up. At night times, I would still get hard, rub my cock and squeeze my nipples until I blew a load. Andrew never touched himself. Or so I thought. One sleepover I awoke with a headache and noticed the Tv was on, porn showing as usual. Andrew was in the sleeping bag on the floor and I could make out that the bag was moving up and down, up and down, and could see he was twisting his nipples and running his hand up and down his torso. I watched him with one eye open as he shuddered from his climax. This got me hard again but I left it alone. I had mixed feelings. Yes I was happy he was comfortable enough to wank in my presence, but annoyed he wasn't comfortable enough to do it with me seeing. But more was to come. And that'll be another chapter.