Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2002 18:23:47 -0700 (PDT) From: ronaldito Subject: My Cousin Larry I had just got out of bootcamp and was staying at my grandfather's place in Kentucky. My younger cousin, Larry, who was seventeen, was staying there also and we had the upstairs attic loft. He had a small, compact body... just right for jumping, but I was too drunk. We had been drinking alot, which was not unusual, so I excused myself and went upstairs to go to bed. I undressed to my boxers and fell fast asleep. At some point I became aware of a body next to me, the heat and the odor of young, sweet manhood. As my head began to clear, I was able to reckon where I was and identified the emanating body as that of my cousin. As he was lying on his side, I sidled up behind him, my crotch right at his butt, my left hand on the soft mound in his white jockeys, and fell into another deep sleep. After some time passed I awakened as he tossed around a couple of times and turned onto his back. He was snoring soundly and smelled of Early Times. With only a slight trepidation, I slid my hand down between his legs and lifted the elastic of his shorts and began to finger his testicals. They were soft, moist and hot; his thighs opened a little bit and I was able to feel the fuzz on his ass. Placing my hand back on the mound of his shorts, I began gently kneading until his dick started to respond, fluffing up, lenghtening and finally becoming fully stiff. With some effort I pulled his shorts down below his balls and began an easy stroking of his meat. He was circumcised, maybe five, maybe six inches long and not too thick. His body was hot, electric, and my own cock was burgeoning in its sheath. His testicals were the size of large almonds, fuzzy, like peaches. I went down on him in a slow suck. He stirred a little, his hand fell to my neck and caressed it, then went senseless. Soon I could taste the crystal leaking fluid and backed off for the shear pleasure of massaging his balls while the young dick stiffened more, fattening, growing perhaps another inch. Moving up, coming chest to chest, I put his hand on my cock. At first there was no response, but soon the hand livened and explored my meat, going up and down the shaft. My head was on his chest, I could feel the beating of his heart, strong, fast pulses. Then the hand stopped moving, the power of the whisky had taken him away someplace. With very little effort I turned him on his belly and took off his shorts, I lay atop of him, my dick resting in the crack of his ass. Pushng myself up a little and spreading his legs, my fingers found his young hole. Skinning my dick back, I put its head right on target and tried to enter, without success. In desperation I spit into my hand and smeared it around my cock, I spit again and smeared it around his asshole. In spite of a ferocious hardon my dick bent in the middle when I tried to force myself inside him. I backed off again, tried again; it worked! I began my entry in earnest, a little at a time. Once his butt slapped against my shaft and the head was inside, I began, by centimeters, to enter him. He was tight and hot, but there was room and when I found my rhythm it was not long until I was in up to the hilt. Then I began fucking him, in and out, faster and faster. His butt began to thrust back, he whispered the words "big dick, big dick" and then the butt action stopped. I continued banging his butt for all I was worth. I shot so much and so many times that cum was leaking out of his ass and I was still exploding. When I was done I pulled out and there was a sound of the suction releasing. I lay there awhile and then began jerking off, wild with lust.