Date: Fri, 1 May 2009 13:45:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Richard Lickerish <richardlickerish (at) yahoo.com>
Subject: Bi Cousin's Summer Chapter 7: Meeting Peter

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Bi Cousin's Summer
By Dick Licker

Chapter 7: Meeting Peter

The three of us were sitting around the table in Shelly's kitchen eating
pizza drinking soda while discussing the sexual adventure from which we
were recovering, when suddenly Shelly's cell phone went off.

"Hello... nothin much just chillin with Vicki and her cousin... sure come
on over an chill." Shelly hung up the cell saying to us, "Oh My God! That
was Peter, he's comin over."

"Who's Peter?" I asked wondering why Shelly was all atwitter at the fact
some guy was coming over.

"He's just a super-super hunk that goes to our school," Shelly said.

"Really cute guy," Vicki chimed in, "But we think he may be gay. Maybe you
can help us find out."

"Why do you suspect he's gay?" I asked.

"From what we've heard he's never had sex with any girl in our school and
he's seventeen," Shelly said.

"And from what the other jocks tell us he guards his thing with his
life. No one has ever seen him naked in the locker room at school or
anywhere else for that matter," Vicki added.

I thought to myself, here I'd just had hella fine morning of sex with a
good-looking girl, while my cousin was banging me in the ass with her
strap-on dildo. Also the previous night Vicki had slipped into my bed where
she accosted me. Now, I was going to meet one of their friends that might
be gay. All of this action less than forty-eight hours after arriving in
Evansville: I was ready to stay forever. I wasn't looking forward to moving
to the west coast and starting all over again, but here I was visiting a
new town starting over.

Starting anew for teenagers anywhere is tough; new friends, new school and
new culture. I'd left my old friends behind and would probably never see
them again, but was now having more fun than I'd had in Ashville in a
while, not to mention more sex. Given everything that had transpired since
I arrived my memories were fast fading. I was thankful for an understanding
cousin and her best friend who were helping me a smooth transition.

The two girls in a few hours had taught me so much more than I ever knew
about sex, and now they had me wondering about Peter. The super jock
attended the same high school as the girls, was in the same grade as Shelly
and was going to be spending the rest of the day hanging out with us, and
maybe he was gay. What more could I ask for. I'd eaten Shelly's pussy and
then banged her, and now there was a chance I'd get into Peter's
pants. There was a substantial knocking on Shelly's front door. The scantly
glad Shelly jumped up answering the door with, "Come on in Pete."

          I sat slouching motionless in the chair watching the tall blonde
boy enter the kitchen. My cock jumped inside my cargos at the sight of the
athletic appearing stud. I could see why the girls were giddy over the
beefcake. My mind went ballistic thinking about all the things I could do
with the virile appearing specimen if he in fact was gay. He was a gorgeous
hunk; he must have been at least six feet two inches, well-developed body,
buzz cut blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes.

          "Dickie this is Peter Prickley, Peter this is Vicki's cousin
Richard Licker. He's here visiting for at least a month, maybe more."

          "Glad to meet you Richard," Peter said shaking my hand smirking.

          "You can call me Dickie. Everyone else does."

          The wry smile across Peter's face was a clear indicator as to
what he might be thinking, but I'd been challenged about my name since
grade school. After shaking hands we stood facing each other
monetarily. Both of us sizing each other up, like male teens do. Peter was
wearing khaki cargo shorts, a white T-shirt and sneakers. Two things that
immediately drew my attention; his eyes looked as though he might have a
hint of Asian heritage, and his nipples.

Peter's nipples were conspicuous bumps protruding from beneath the white
cotton T-shirt fabric; not huge, but noticeable nubs. For me nipples were
like heroine to a doper. I was addicted to them. I'd discovered early in my
sexual experimenting that nipple play was so titillating. My nips were
extremely sensitive.

One of my old boy friends back in Ashville had discovered my nipple
sensitivity accidentally one night on a sleepover. He made me cum that
night just playing with and sucking on my nipples, never touching my
cock. I wanted to strip Peter's shirt off and begin sucking on those
prominent protrusions and then move south gobbling up his cock.

          "So, where you from and how old are you?" Peter asked flopping
his large frame down in a vacant chair.

          "Ashville, North Carolina. I'm sixteen," I replied, "How old are
you?"

          "Seventeen."

          Of course I'd stretched the truth about my age. I wouldn't be
sixteen until July.

          Vicki interrupted asking, "Peter, you want a soda?"

          "Sure."

          Vicki began fixing Peter a 32 ounce plastic tumbler of soda and
then began refilling all our tumblers with ice and soda. Shelly made the
suggestion that we adjourn to the upstairs bonus room. Once in the room we
all made ourselves comfortable. Peter and I occupied the smaller couch
while the girls sat across from us in overstuffed chairs. Peter slouched in
one corner. I seated myself in the other corner facing him where I got a
good view of Mr. Bronze Adonis.

Peter began kicking off his sneakers to get more comfortable as we made
small talk about schools, sports and other things. The small couch, which
is actually called a loveseat, that Peter and I were sprawled out on was a
little crowded for two teenage boys with large frames. In fact our bare
legs were touching as we were lounging on the love seat. What a sensual
sensation.

>From my position in the corner of the couch with my right leg pulled in my
foot was touching Peter's left leg. I was casually giving Peter's body a
good look over as he slouched on the love seat next to me with his legs
spread. I could see that he had a light dusting of hair covering his
well-developed calves, and really beautiful feet that appeared to be about
size eleven or twelve. Of course I was wondering if his cock measured up to
the size of his feet. The challenge for me was to find out what was hidden
in the confines of the cargo shorts before the day was over.

As I continued gazing at the jock next to me Shelly was guiding the group
conversation towards sex. The three of us began kicking around which
celebrities we might want to have sex with and how big their wangs were. We
were joking and laughing at the different names that popped up. I noticed
that Peter appeared a little embarrassed and was not actively participating
in the conversation.

"I don't know why but one of the people I'd like to see naked would be
Prince Harry. I've heard he is well-endowed. More so than his older
brother," I said patting Peter lightly on his exposed thigh closest to me,
"I'd like to see him all boned up, so I could play with his polo penis."

          "Wow! What a scene," Shelly said, "I'd like to see the red hair
spare prince boned up too."

Vicki chimed in saying, "Two hot redheads dueling with their cocks."

          Immediately Peter looked over at me and asked, "So, Dickie are
you gay or what?"

          "Not really, but I do enjoy sex. Hell, I don't care if it's with
guys or girls I just love sex, you know, gettin off is so fuckin
great. What about you Peter?"

          Peter was blushing and he also seemed a little reluctant to
reply. Finally, Peter spoke, "I haven't had sex yet. I mean I've thought
about it a lot and wanted it a lot, but never had a girl friend that wanted
to do anything of a sexual nature. Besides, my folks have had me so
involved with sports since I was a little kid I've just never had the time
to cultivate any type sexual relationship with anyone."

          "So, you've never messed around with any girls or your guy
friends?" I asked.

"No!"

"Hell, I started messin around with guys on my little league team when I
was like eleven. For us it was just as a way to, you know, help each other
out, pleasurin each other."

"Really!" Peter replied.

"My girlfriend back home don't give up no pussy, so it's either jack off
all the time or find other outlets. Besides it's so cool to have another
person jack you off or give you a BJ."

          "Oh, I jerk off. I just never had any type sexual relations,"
Peter replied with a smile, "Never had a BJ."

          "You mean that you've never jerked off with a buddy like on a
sleepover or done the sixty-nine?" I asked.

          "No! I didn't even know guys did that type stuff on sleepovers. I
mean isn't that gay?" Peter questioned seriously.

          "Naw. Shit like that don't define your sexuality Dude. Not at our
ages," I said.

          Shelly squeezed in between Peter and me saying, "Why don't I give
both of you guys a wank to get things started?"

          "Sure," I replied as I began unsnapping the waistband on my
cargos.

          "Not now!" Peter exclaimed before I could get my zipper down.

          "I'd like to hear more about your strange sex life Dickie?" Peter
asked.

          I began explaining to Peter about how I started with my buds. As
we talked we didn't realize for a while that the two girls
disappeared. Peter became more relaxed and comfortable with me as I was
explaining things. I began telling him about sex as an outlet for stress
and how pleasurable it was.

I had Peter's full attention as I began touting all the positive aspects of
sexual relief. I went on explaining the benefits of a good orgasm for
health and stress relief. I was certainly glad I'd been reading all the sex
education stuff on Shelly's computer. It made me sound so much more
experienced, but what I really wanted was to get Peter's pants off.

          Suddenly, Peter asked, "So, you don't think it's gay for two guys
to, you know, mess around?"

          "Naw."

          "Because I've had dreams about certain guys and doin sexual
things with them. I mean I've heard others talkin and all," Peter said,
"But I felt I'd be gay if I acted on the feelins and dreams."

          "Like I said before I don't really consider myself gay. I don't
think I'm old enough or lived long enough to even know what my lifestyle is
or will be. I just can't see depriving myself of something that gives me so
damn much pleasure."

          Peter continued slouching listening to me rave on about all the
positive aspects of sex and the things I'd done. Finally, I said, "If you
want to experiment, you know, try some things it'll never go any farther
than the confines of this house."

          "Truth," Peter said with a glow.

          "Hell, I'm not gonna tell anyone. I don't want it known that I'm
gay."

          "But you'll be gone in a few weeks. I got to live her at least
until I graduate high school," Peter said with pleading eyes.

          "Tell you what let me take the lead. If I do anything that makes
you feel uncomfortable tell me to stop and it's over. I'll stop right then
and there."

          "And you won't ever tell anyone what we've done," Peter pleaded,
"What about the girls? What if they come back in here and we're, you know,
doin somethin?"

          "I guarantee that the girls feel the same as me about sex. There
not gonna say anything; besides, they're gonna be in Shelly's room for a
while. And if they do return maybe they'll want to get you in bed."

          "What are they doin now?" Peter asked.

          "Probably enjoying sex with each other. What do you think they're
doin?"

          "No shit!" Peter blurted out, "You mean they're lesbians?"

          "No, they're just havin sex like what were about ready to
do. They're enjoyin each other's bodies and pleasuring each other."

          With that said I rolled in towards Peter's body. My foot was
rubbing his foot and ankle as I was rubbing the nubs beneath his white
T-shirt. I knew better than to move in and start kissing him right away. I
wanted him to become comfortable with me before I started anything like
that.

Pete began moaning immediately as soon as I began playing with his hard
nipples. My left hand was slowly working its way along his thigh inching
towards his crotch. I wanted to explore what was hidden in the jock's
cargos. I just knew it had to be a monster cock at least eight inches long
and thick as a soda can from what I'd seen of his feet.

Peter kept pushing my hand away from his crotch. Finally he confided. "I'm
scared."

"Scared of what?" I asked, "Tell me if you want me to stop."

"I'm scared what you'll think of me when you feel my dick," Peter said.

"Why, what makes you say that?" I asked.

Peter looked into my eyes almost tearing up saying, "I'm not very big down
there. I think I may have started puberty late or maybe haven't finished
growin yet."

"You let me be the judge of your size. `Cause if it's a handful that'll be
fine with me."

Once I reached the mark I was a little startled by what I was finding
hidden beneath the fabric. The hard cock I was touching didn't seem to be
the monster I'd envisioned. However, my touches were bringing moans from
Peter telling me to go ahead.

I decided to get Peter's T-shirt out of the way. I began pulling it over
his head exposing his beautiful well-developed chest. Once Peter was bare
chest I said, "I'm gonna nibble on your nipples. If I bite too hard or you
want me to stop tell me and I'll stop."

          "Go ahead," Peter muttered, "Give it a try."

          I repositioned myself to a more comfortable position with my
right arm around the back of his neck. My left hand began exploring the
right nipple while my mouth found the left one. I began lightly kissing his
pectoral, slowly circling the areola and then began flicking his hard
nipple with my tongue. Peter was jumping around moaning and groaning with
pleasure. I sucked in the hard nipple closest to my mouth and began lightly
biting on it which brought about louder moans.

          "Tell me if the biting hurts your nipple and I'll back off."

          I went back to working on the nipple as I bit down on it my
tongue would brush across the tip bringing wails of pleasure from Peter. He
was writhing around moaning uncontrollably. I released my mouth from the
nipple moving up to the side of his face. I put my right arm around his
neck and whispered into his left ear asking, "I wanna suck your cock?
Remember if at anytime you want me to quit tell me."

          "Go ahead."

          My free hand went to the snap on the waistband of his cargos. I
coaxed him to a standing position as I was unsnapping it. I began lowering
the zipper and they fell to the floor. My left hand began easing into the
waistband of his briefs. Suddenly, there it was, the treasure I'd waited to
touch.

My thumb and forefinger began exploring the cockhead. His cock was on
fire. I wanted to rip his shorts off and inhale his hot hard cock right
then, but I needed to take my time with this neophyte. I didn't want to
spook him.

I was tenderly caressing his spongy cockhead with my forefinger rolling it
around the coronal ring while my thumb was feeling the texture of the
crown. After a few seconds the tip of my forefinger came up to the urethral
opening. I felt the wetness of precum. I wiped the human honey back over
the glans letting my thumb work the seminal fluid back and forth over the
head. This brought squeals of joy from Peter.

As we stood there I whispered into Peter's ear, "Go ahead and drop my
cargos so you can feel mine if you want."

Peter began by pulling my T-shirt over my head and then unsnapping my
waistband. Once my zipper was down my cargos fell to the floor around my
ankles. I continued fondle his hard cock. He began fondling mine on the
outside of my briefs. Both of us were moaning and groaning uncontrollably.

His vocal responses told me I was making positive progress and before long
I would possibly have his hard member filling my mouth. My hand moved
around engulfing the totality of Peter's cock. From what I was grasping his
cock seemed to be about five inches in length and about the thickness of a
normal flashlight battery. I moved on to his scrotum where I began fondling
his nut sac that felt smooth and hairless.

The nuts in the sac were nice size nuggets. Peter was definitely enjoying
the way I was manipulating his genitals. I pushed him back down onto the
loveseat following on top of him. His head lay back against the couch. He
was moaning and groaning.

I asked him, "Are you ready to lose your briefs?"

"Yeah," He muttered.

I was working at just the right pace making him want more and more. He was
precumming. Now, I wanted to lick some of that succulent honey off his
knob.

"Can I suck your cock now?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," Peter replied in a guttural growl.

I got into position between his legs and slowly began working his briefs
off. He raised his ass to ease the process of getting his briefs pulled
down. As the waist band eased down over his ass cheeks his hard cock
bounced back slapping his stomach.

Although his cock wasn't the monster I expected it was a beautiful
well-proportioned fully circumcised cock with a gorgeous pink glans. To me
the spongy bulbous structure at the distal end of the penis is what defines
a man's cock. The glans is what impressed me about a guy or didn't in the
past. Anatomically the glans is similar to the clitoris and both are loaded
with sensors. I remembered what Shelly had told me a couple of hours
earlier.

She advised me to use the same tender techniques on both sexes. I nudged
Peter's legs further apart for better access. I began nuzzling his crotch
inhaling the manly scent in his crotch. I kissed his inner thighs and his
pubic mound before making my way to the prize.

Peter reached down placing his hands on the sides of my face. Tilting my
head up he asked, "Is it big enough?"

"You bet baby and very beautiful."

I held Peter's member in my hand eying its beauty. I knew where I was going
first, the frenulum. I eased forward my tongue engaging the little web
piece of skin connecting the shaft to the glans. I began licking it
flicking it with my tongue as I listened to Peter wail with want. I knew
then that I had him. I'd brought him over to the dark side and there was no
going back.

There was no turning back for Peter as I continued caressing and licking
his cockhead with my tongue. I needed to get a taste of his manly
juices. My tongue found the opening. I licked the piss slit looking for
more precum. More juice was oozing up through the canal. The juice tasted
sweet yet bitter. I didn't want my new partner to cum, so I released his
rod. I stood up dropping my drawers. As they dropped to the floor I kicked
them away

I leaned into Peter's body, squatting on his crotch so our cocks could
touch. I whispered into his ear asking, "Are you enjoying this?"

"Oh hell yes," Peter replied, "I've never experienced feelings like these
before."

"Is it okay if I make you cum?"

"Oh yeah, please do."

I moved back down to Peter's hard cock and again began performing orally on
it. I would lick up and down his shaft and then take his balls into my
mouth rolling them around one at a time. All the time listening to him moan
and groan with pleasure. Finally, I decided to bring a load up from deep
inside his nuts. I began sucking his cock in earnest. Within a few seconds
I could feel his balls tighten up and his cock begin to thicken.

I heard him say, "Dickie, I think I'm about to cum," as he tried to push my
head off his cock.

I wasn't turning lose of his magnificent member I wanted all his sweet
juices. He began pumping jism into my mouth. I sucked on his member trying
to get every last drop of his honey. Finally, it became too sensitive to
continue.

As I released my mouth's grip on Peter's withering cock he said, "Oh My
God, Dickie that was so fucking great. I've never experienced anything like
that before in my life."

I'd accomplished what I set out to do. I'd seen his treasure and brought up
his sweet honey from the depth of his nuts. Now, I was going to let him
have a taste of his honey. A person never forgets firsts and I would never
forget breaking in Peter.

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