Date: Wed, 10 Dec 2008 19:00:52 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Try It - Chapter One

TRY IT
BY MOORE

Chapter One

My cousin Robert was already naked on top of the covers
when he told me to take off my pajamas and come to bed.
We not only slept in the same room but also shared the
same bed since I moved into his house after my mother's
death in a car crash three months ago. I never knew my
father. At sixteen, Robert was like the older brother I
never had and I worshipped the ground he walked on.

"Real men sleep in the nude," he said. "Little boys wear
pajamas."

I was a little boy of course, nine years old, naive, and
rather shy about my chubby body. But Robert persisted
like he always did with me. "C'mon try it, Steven," he
said. "Lose the pj's and get naked with me."

Robert made me try lots of things that I didn't want to
try or was afraid to try. Things like riding a bike and
learning to swim and jumping down from the barn loft into
a pile of hay. I tried all sorts of things at his urging
and with his help, beaming with pride when he praised my
successes.

"Okay I'll try it," I said, blushing as I took of my
pajamas while he watched. "There, I'm naked."

Naked, the word alone made me shiver because of all the
men who came to visit my mother at night in our one room
apartment. I slept in a dark corner behind a tall screen
but I wasn't always asleep. They made her get naked and
then they got naked and I couldn't help but watch all the
strange things they made her do.

"Good boy, now come to bed. There's more things I want
you to try with me tonight."

I lay down beside him, feeling the hair on his bare leg
against my own. He was hairy all over, especially around
his large penis which was surrounded by the dark bush. My
penis was tiny and the only hair on my body was the blond
curls on top of my head.

Robert inched closer and said, "Put your hand on my cock,
Steven." 

"What's a cock?" I asked as he took my hand and put it on
his penis.

"That's a cock," he replied, guiding my hand around his
hairy crotch. "It's also called a prick or a dick. Rub it
for me, huh, stroke it up and down. Get my cock hard,
jerk me off and make me cum. C'mon, Steven, try it."

I tried it, watching in awe as Robert's penis grew stiff
in my small hand. His cock, rising up like a monster,
growing taller and thicker until my fingers no longer
reached all around the pulsing shaft of flesh. "How big
does it get?" I asked, stroking him gently as I'd seen my
mother do with her men friends, ignoring the weird tingly
sensation I felt between my legs.

"It, my cock," Robert gasped as I stroked him faster. "My
cock is eight inches. Oh, shit, I'm gonna cum."

A few more strokes and Robert let loose with a spurt of
white stuff that rose up high in the air and then fell
back down to land on his belly. More big spurts followed
until his belly and my hand were covered with the creamy
stuff which Robert said was sperm.

"Stop, no more," Robert gasped as I continued to stroke
him. "My dick is too sensitive after I cum. Wow, that was
a great hand job. And lookit, Steven, your cock is hard.
You got a boner from jerking me off."

"What's it mean?" I asked, looking at my penis from a
whole new perspective.

"Well, good buddy," Robert chuckled. "You just might be
a faggot."

"What's a faggot?"

"A boy who likes boys more than he should and in ways
that he shouldn't. Now I gotta get some sleep. We'll talk
about it more in the morning."

I liked boys, all my friends were boys. Girls were icky.
I stayed awake thinking, wondering, which ways of liking
boys might make me a faggot.

We didn't talk about it in the morning, though he did
call me a faggot again that night when I saw he was hard
and timidly asked if he wanted another hand job.

"Well, well faggot, you want to jerk me off?"

"I liked jerking you off yesterday and making you cum,"
I said. "I also liked the way it felt when my penis got
hard."

"Okay faggot you can jerk me off in the shower. Saves the
messy clean up when I cum."

Robert washed first and then had me join him in the tub.
"Try it from your knees," he suggested. "It'll be easier
for you than standing up."

I readily got down on my knees and grabbed hold of his
rigid cock. Robert laughed when the head brushed my nose.
"You know," he said, looking down at me while rubbing his
cock against my lips. "Instead of a hand job I think you
should try giving me a blow job."

"What's a blow job?"

"Make me cum with your mouth instead of using your hand.
It's really a suck job, Steven. You suck on my cock and
I blow...a load of sperm into your mouth."

"Suck your cock? Gee, I don't know."

"Aw, c'mon, Steven, my dick is so hard. Gimme a blow job,
huh. Try it."

Robert's dick was hard, throbbing, and standing straight
up against his belly. It took both of my hands to pull it
down towards my mouth. The cock head was so big and the
shaft so long that I didn't think it would fit. But like
all the other times before when Robert insisted I knew I
had to try a blow job.

I also had to try it because my mother gave blow jobs. I
saw her do it lots of times though I didn't know it was
called a blow job. She would get down on her knees and
kiss the man's penis, and lick it all over before taking
it in her mouth. She seemed to like a penis in her mouth
and I was about to find out if I liked it too.

Robert's dick fit, barely. Sliding smoothly between my
lips, across my tongue and filling up my mouth until it
entered my throat. I couldn't take it all like my mother
did when she gave blow jobs, but when I saw the big smile
on Robert's face I felt rather pleased with myself. I did
like a dick in my mouth...giving a blow job was fun.

"Oh, yeah, that feels good," Robert said as he moved his
dick around in my mouth. "Suck me now, Steven, suck on my
cock and make me cum."

I sucked, moving my head back and forth like I'd seen my
mother do when she gave blow jobs.  Robert held my head
and plowed into my mouth, faster and faster until he
cried out, "I'm cumming. Oh, shit yeah, I'm cumming in a
cocksucker's mouth."

Robert stiffened, his cock expanded and the first spurt
of cum hit the back of my mouth. I had to back off, gulp
it down quickly or choke. The next spurt of cum hit my
face. Robert pushed his big cock back into my mouth and
that's when I got my first real taste of his sperm. It
was warm and creamy, like vanilla pudding...sperm pudding
with a taste all its own. I liked it.

Robert kept cumming in my mouth and I couldn't swallow
fast enough, some cum oozed from the corners of my sperm
filled mouth. I recalled my mother with a big penis in
her mouth and sperm on her pretty face, and sperm on her
naked body when the man she was blowing didn't cum in her
mouth. She must have liked sperm pudding as much as I did
because she licked it off her breasts and off the man's
penis when he pulled out of her mouth.

"That was a great blow job, faggot," Robert gasped as he
pulled his shriveled up penis from my mouth. "You're a
great cocksucker, a natural born cocksucker. Cumming in
your mouth was great too. How'd you like blowing me and
eating my sperm, cocksucker?"

I licked Robert's cock clean like my mother did with her
men. Then searched his crotch for every drop of cum I
could find. Robert laughed and answered his own question.
"I guess you liked it."

My mother was a cocksucker and now I was a cocksucker
too. "Sure I liked it," I said, rising up from my knees.
"I liked it a lot."

My mother was lucky because she got to suck a man's cock
every night. All I had was Robert's cock to suck and I
didn't know if he would want a blow job every night. I
followed Robert to our bedroom and snuggled next to him
in bed. There was only one way to find out.

"Robert," I said, putting my hand on his penis.

"Yeah?"

I squeezed his cock and asked, "When can I blow you
again?"