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*  COUSIN KEVIN  *       
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*by Matt Dawnstar*       
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uploaded to Risqilly,       
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My cousin Kevin was a cute kid.  He was about five foot four and
weighed about one hundred and fifty pounds.  His hair was black
and hung just below his ears.  He was a stocky kid at fifteen
years of age.  But when I say stocky, I mean that in an irresis-
tibly desirable way.  He was a perfectly proportioned boy.

Now Kevin and I didn't know each other very well, really.  I was
twenty and had never had the opportunity to visit my aunt and
uncle before now.  But we got along real well from the very
first.  After all, I was really only fifteen at heart anyway.  I
still loved to do all the things that he enjoyed.

I was visiting my aunt and uncle during the summer of 1975 for
about a week.  I was between Navy schools and thought it would be
a good idea to visit the relatives I'd heard of but never met.

My aunt and uncle were very easy going and a lot of fun.  There
only child, Kevin, had picked up on that trait as well.  Dinner
time was always a gas.  Sometimes it got so bad that we all found
it hard to eat, for all the laughing.

Now my aunt and uncle both worked, so Kevin and I were forced to
entertain ourselves. 

He'd take me horseback riding, cycling and just knocking around
the small town in which they lived.  But Kevin's favorite pastime
was wresting around the yard.  Nothing structured.  Just seeing
who could get the other to the ground first.  I didn't mind
either.  He was a real challenge.  

Though six inches shorter than me, he was built for power and
proved it at every turn.  I loved it.

One day, Kevin and a friend of his were wresting in the front
yard.  I was content this day, the second of my visit, just to
sit on the ground and watch these two stallions try to out match
each other.

They were hard at it when we all heard the telltale sound of
fabric being torn.  It turned out to be Kevin's trousers that had
been ripped.  And what a sight it was.  They had torn in the
crotch.  

It was no small tear either.  It was big enough to stick a fist
into.  But they didn't even seem to notice.  They kept at their
fun.  

I on the other hand took this golden opportunity to catch an
eyeful whenever their positioning was right.  And it was right
quite a bit.

What I saw was one large teen cock and big full balls.  The boy
wore no underwear.  Oh man, I started to get a hard-on.  That
cock was as thick as any I'd seen.  It had to be twice as thick
as my own.

They continued for nearly fifteen minutes.  I feasted the entire
time.  When they did stop, finally, Kevin meandered back to the
house to change while I went to the small trailer out back where
I'd been sleeping.  I had to relieve the tension had developed in
my groin.  My dick just wouldn't soften.  Oh well, at least I had
something to dream of while I jacked off.

I entered the trailer and immediately got my pants around my
ankles.  I then flopped down on the nearest chair and started
stroking my hot meat.  Eyes closed, I was oblivious to the world.

I'm thinking of all the things I'd do to that teen cock if I ever
got the chance.  But I knew in my heart that I'd never get the
chance.

"Could I do that?"

It was Kevin.  He stood inside the door, which he'd closed, and
stared longingly at my cock.

"I saw you looking at me out there.  You had a real hard dick
too, I could tell.  I even saw you rubbing it.  Mark didn't, but
I did."

"You like playing with cocks?"

"I think so.  I've never done it.  I've only thought about it.  I
don't want the guys to make fun of me."

"I won't make fun of you, Kevin.  Sure I'd like some help."

I took his right hand and pulled around in front of me.

"But first, we have to get you out of these confining pants.  I
don't think your mom would appreciate you messing in your pants."

He laughed at this.

I started by rubbing his thighs a bit, trying to get him to
relax.  My fingers would rub the outside of his thighs while my
thumbs would rub the inside.  I did not touch his crotch right
away though.  I just teased him a little.

When I noticed that there was a small wet spot forming where his
dick head was laying, I reached up and slowly un buttoned and
then unzipped his pants.

As expected, he was naked beneath.  The black bush that stared at
me was really thick.  I ran my fingers through it a couple of
times.  Kevin squirmed as I did so.

I could tell that he was still nervous.  His body was shaking
ever so slightly.  But he was not resisting any of what I did, so
I continued.

I slowly eased his pants down until his cock was just about ready
to spring out of its prison.  I leaned forward at that point and
opened my mouth right at the base of the zipper, where his cock
head was still hiding.  Then I pulled his pants down to the
floor.

I opened wide and his cock flew right inside, slapping the roof
of my mouth.  I immediately closed my lips over that pole and
began rubbing the head with my tongue.

"Oh my god!" he sighed loudly.

His head fell back and his eyes closed.  His hands came up and he
began to run his fingers through my hair.  I reached up at the
same time and took an ass cheek in each hand and began kneading
them, working ever closer to his sphincter.  I knew he'd be
cumming any minute and I wanted him to really get off this first
time.

And sure enough, I saw his balls begin to pull up and his body
started to stiffen.  I moved my finger to his butt hole and began
pressing and massaging vigorously.  And just as I started this,
he exploded in my mouth, filling me with his sweet teenage juice. 
So much, in fact, that I almost couldn't keep it all in my mouth. 

As he began to cum, I reached my other hand up under his shirt
and began to squeeze and twist his left nipple, which was large
and hard.  He moaned at this and began to cum even faster.

God, this kid could cum.  

When he'd finally stopped cumming, I wrapped my arms around his
hips and held him close.  I continued to suck on his hard, hot
cock, milking it for every drop of that sweet liquid.  And I did
manage to get a few more drops of his precious fluid.

When I was sure that I'd gotten it all, I continued to massage
his cock with my mouth and tongue, fingering his ass a bit as I
did so.  He loved it, and squirmed with delight each time I would
lick his sensitive head.  With this, I managed, to my delight, to
keep his hard.

When I was pretty sure that his hard-on would remain, I released
him and looked up into his eyes.

"That tasted good, Kevin."

"That was unbelievable!"

I simply smiled, then scooted down in the chair until my ass was
just barely on the cushion edge.  Then I grabbed a hold of my
raging cock and began lightly stroking it, knowing that I was not
too far from shooting my guts.

Kevin stared at what I was doing.  He was so fascinated that he
soon knelt to have a closer look.

"Would you like to do this for me?"

"Uh....yes," he smiled.

I removed my hand and leaned back into the chair, closing my eyes
to better enjoy what was to come.

Kevin gently wrapped his hand around the shaft and began to very
slowly pump my hot tool.  I was elated.  My fondest dream was
coming true.  My cousin was handling me and I'd tasted his very
essence.

I was surprised when I suddenly felt his tongue licking at the
head of my prick.  

"Oh, Kevin!  That feels good!"

"You taste good," was all he said before taking his mouth and
wrapping it around my mushroom.  He continued to jack me off with
his hand as he slowly moved his mouth further and further down
the shaft.  Just a little at a time.  But soon he was pumping my
cock with just his mouth, playing his tongue over and around the
head.

"Oh, Kevin.  That's great," I moaned, as I began to feel my balls
pull in and started to feel the telltale signs of cum moving from
my balls into the shaft.

"I'm gonna cum, Kevin," I said softly, giving him the chance to
decide if he really wanted to have me cum in his mouth.  It
really didn't matter to me at this point one way or the other.  I
did not want to turn him off by just letting loose in his mouth.

But he was game.  His mouth simply picked up the pace.  And that
was all it took.  My body stiffened as my cock blasted the back
of his throat with its hot food.

Kevin didn't let up, but pumped even faster as I filled him with
my maleness.  He caught most of it too.  There was only one small
trickle of cum on his face when he finally sat back and looked at
me.

I leaned forward and scooped up that small river with one finger
and placed it to his lips, where upon he licked it off.

"Don't want to waste any of that," I smiled.

Then I leaned up and kissed him full on the lips.  This surprised
him at first, but he soon leaned into it and began to kiss back
with gusto.  So I opened my mouth a little and licked at his
lips.  He responded in kind, and I soon found myself swapping
spit with this handsome cousin.

He explored my mouth first, then allowed me the same pleasure. 
As we were exchanging tongues like this, I reached down between
his legs and began to stroke his hard cock.

He shivered as I grabbed hold, then moaned into my mouth as I
began pumping him.  He really groaned when I let go of his cock
and began to massage his massive balls.  I alternated between his
cock and his balls, and even managed to reach under him once in a
while and rub his teen pucker.

The more I played, the hotter he kissed.  I soon had his tongue
spinning inside my mouth.  This kid could really kiss.  I found
it really hard to believe that he'd never done this before.

Suddenly he gasped, jerked his tongue out of my mouth and
squeezed my body with his arms.  I then began to feel the
familiar sensation of cum spraying all over my legs and arm. 
What a load it was, too.  Cum seemed to coat every inch of my
legs and arm.

It was a good thing that he'd been kneeling, because he would
surely have hurt himself if he'd been standing when he collapsed
on the floor.  He lay there for several minutes, eyes closed,
just breathing.

When he felt recovered enough to move, he opened his eyes and
looked me squarely in the eyes.

"Could I sleep with you for the rest of your visit?"

"I'd like that a lot, Kevin.  Think your parents will object?"

"Nah," he said as he moved himself back into a kneeling position. 
"I've slept out here with other relatives.  What could they
think, anyway.  There are only twin beds in this trailer."

"If they say Ok, then I'd love to have to sleep here."

"Great!"

"But first, I think we need to get washed up.  Can't have your
parents seeing us like this."

Kevin laughed when he saw the condition my body was in, cum
seemingly everywhere.

I got the tiny shower started up, then hopped in.  I did not pull
the curtain closed, however.  Kevin was sitting on the stool and
wanted to watch me wash.

"How about to washing me, Kevin?"

"Can I?!"

He jumped to the task.  He grabbed the soap and started with my
back.  He began at the shoulders and slowly massaged the soap
into my body, working slowly but steadily down.

When he reached my ass, he lingered.  He rubbed my cheeks for
quite some time, then began to edge his way toward my ass crack. 
I eased my ass into his hands to indicate that he was doing just
fine.

He took this as a good sign and slowly worked his fingers into
the crack and began moving toward my fuck hole.  Once there I
moaned.  He had such a soft touch.  

He worked on that pucker of mine for nearly a minute, then began
to work his hand and fingers between my pucker and my balls.  I
was soon in a world all my own, where only the touch of this
angle existed.  Nothing else mattered.  Not even the rock hard
cock that stretched itself toward the shower wall.

I so wanted him to fuck me.  I loved the feeling of getting
fucked.  Especially by a cock as fat as his was.  I'd been
screwed by longer cocks, but none as fat as his.  But how could I
broach the subject.  If he didn't find the subject appealing, I
did not want to turn him away from me.  I'd have settled for the
type of relationship we already had.  I'd have been devastated if
he'd not spent the night.

So all I could do, I did.  Each time his finger reached my
pucker, I'd jut my butt out to meet it, hoping that maybe he'd
take the hint and stick his finger inside.  That would be the
first obvious step.

I did this several times.  Each time I did, he'd linger there a
bit longer, rubbing a little harder each time.  Oh god, I wanted
that finger.

On the fifth trip to my fuck hole, he obviously decided to take a
chance that he understood what I wanted, because he slowly pushed
that well lubricated finger inside my hot ass.

"Ooh, yes, Kevin!  That's what I want!"

"It doesn't hurt?"

"No way.  That's almost the best feeling there is."

"Almost?  What's better?" he asked, sounding truly unaware of
what I was referring to.

"The only thing that would feel even better than that, would be
for you to put your dick in there."  I hesitated.  How would he
react to that?

"Really?" he said after a few seconds to absorb what I'd sug-
gested.

"You have no idea how great it feels!"

He hesitated again, apparently thinking it over.

"May I?"

"Oh, Kevin!  I'd love it if you did."

"What do I do?"

"First you need to prepare me."

"How?"

"I want you to start pumping my ass with that finger for
starters."  He started this right away.  "Now, when I tell you
to, put a second finger in me and do some more."  After a few
seconds, my ass was relaxed enough for that second finger.  "Now,
Kevin."

He pulled out his one finger and immediately replaced it with two
and began finger fucking me with them.

"Turn them around as you do that.  Oh, yeh, that's the way."  He
followed instructions real well.  "Start getting your dick soaped
up too."

"Ok," I said when I felt ready for his weapon.  "Take them out
now and grabbed a hold of each of my cheeks and spread them until
I tell you to stop."  He took hold, his thumbs on either side of
my pucker and spread slowly.  "Good, that should do it.  Now you
push your dick in, real slow."

I felt the familiar pressure as he placed his mushroom at my
opening and began to push.  I likewise began to push against his
cock and we soon connected, his mushroom popped inside me.  Oh
that felt wonderful.

"Oh that feels great," he said with a sigh.

When my ass had grown accustomed to this, I began to push back. 
He took this cue and began to push further in.  In no time I was
fully impaled on his cock.  I moved my ass around just a bit to
feel his cock inside me.  He responded by copying my movement, so
that I soon was able to stop and just enjoy the sensation.

After a couple of minutes of this, I pulled forward a couple of
inches, his cock coming out, then pushed back over it.  That was
all it took.  Kevin took up the motion and I was able to just
relax and enjoy.

He was a real quick learner.  His cock was soon plowing into me
while he continued to rotate his ass.  This had to be the best
fucking I'd ever received.

"Oh yes, Kevin.  Fuck me, baby.  Cum inside me."

This talk got him even more excited.  He started to fuck with
more energy.  God, I thought I'd pass out from the ecstasy I was
in.  But it ended all to soon.  Five minutes of this and Kevin
unloaded inside me.  This load had to be at least as big as his
other two.

When he'd finished cumming, he collapsed on my back, his dick
still inside me.  We stayed like that for several minutes, until
his dick was soft, at which time he pulled out.

"That was so hot, Kevin.  That's the best fucking I've ever
gotten."

"Really?"

"I wouldn't lie about that.  You were great."

"I really liked it too.  It was so warm in there.  I'm sorry I
came so quick, but I just got so excited."

"You don't need to apologize.  I loved it."  I smiled.  "But I
think you have some unfinished business."

He immediately understood and soon had finished washing me.  He
washed from head to toe, but avoided my crotch carefully.

"Done!" he finally declared.

"Aren't you going to wash my cock?"

"Uh-uh.  I want you to screw me.  I don't want you to cum right
now."

"Are you sure?"  This was just too good to be true.  I glanced at
my watch on the sink.  There was still an hour before we could
expect to see my aunt and uncle.  Plenty of time.

"If you really want me to, I'll do it.  I'd love to, in fact."

We quickly exchanged places.  But instead of going straight for
it, I made him endure a thorough washing, cock and all.  The last
area to receive my attention was his ass.  But instead of soap
and water, I used my mouth and tongue.

He nearly jumped when my tongue first touch him, but he soon
relaxed as he discovered just how great it felt.  I rimmed, I
sucked, I tongue fucked him real good before I moved on.  He
tasted so great.  That teen body had such a sweet, yet masculine
aroma to it that I just couldn't get enough of him.  I could have
spent all night down there.  But I knew that he really wanted to
experience my cock inside him, so I reluctantly moved on.

I started with one finger.  Slowly I inserted it, then slowly
withdrew it.  I did this a couple of times, until I felt his ass
relax a bit, then I began to twist and turn it as I fucked him
with it.

"Ooohhh!"

I moved at that point to two fingers.  The same routine, until
he'd loosened up.  Then I put my third finger in with the rest.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh!"

His ass was really hungry.  It took that third finger easily and
loosened quickly.  I played for a couple of minutes like this,
then decided that he was ready.  I knew I was.

I placed my cock at his virgin pucker and began to gently push. 
But I soon discovered that he really wanted this bad, because he
pushed back at me so hard and so fast that I didn't have time to
react.  But there we stood, him fully impaled on my eight inch
tool.

"Are you alright?" I asked.  That just had to have hurt.

"Oh yes.  That feels wonderful."

His ass quickly relaxed and I began to fuck, twist and turn
inside that hot body.  

"Oh, Kevin.  You are just too hot.  Such a tight ass.  I've never
fucked better."

"Cum in me, cousin.  Cum in me!"

And so I did.  I had no idea I was so close until it sprang on me
like a rocket.  The cum raced up my balls, up my shaft and
bombarded his insides.

"Oh god!" I moaned.

"Oh yes!"

His body suddenly stiffened and I felt the telltale pulsing
sphincter that was evidence that Kevin was cumming too.

I realized that his kid had cum his fourth time in just over an
hour.  He was hot, alright.  And he was all mine for the next few
days.

"You were right," he said as we separated.

"About what?"

"About the way it feels to get fucked.  It's fabulous!  I loved
that!"

We quickly washed once again, getting the sweat and cum off our
bodies, then quickly got dressed.  It took us about another half
an hour to find and clean up all the cum that we'd deposited in
the living room.  The bathroom was the last area to get the big
clean.

We finished just as we heard my uncle's truck pull into the
drive.

We kissed once more, quickly.

The rest of the day went without incident.  My aunt and uncle
agreed that it would be good for the two of us to get to know
each other better.  After all, none of us knew when we'd be able
to visit again.

Kevin was visibly excited about the prospect of spending the next
few days and evenings exploring these newly awakened desires.  I
was too, as you might imagine.

That evening we talked late.  Kevin explained how he'd always
loved looking at other guys.  But he'd never had the nerve to
approach any of the guys at school.  He had felt so frustrated
and had spent virtually every night since puberty jacking-off at
night.

"When I noticed you watching me today in the yard, I wondered
why, until I figured out what it was you were looking at.  And
when I noticed the hard-on you had, I nearly lost it.  I had to
look away and end the fight."

"I decided that I'd come and ask you why you'd been staring at
me.  That's when I saw you in here jacking off.  I couldn't
believe I was finally seeing another guy naked with a hard on."

"You sure scared the hell out of me," I laughed.

"I didn't want you to stop.  I was so turned on by watching you. 
I came in as quietly as I could.  But when I was in, and so close
to you, I just wanted to touch you.  I wanted to know what
another dick felt like when it was hard."

All I could do was smile.  This was the first time in his life
that Kevin was able to talk with anyone about how he felt and
what he wanted.  The relief in his face as he talked was truly
gratifying to me.  He had gotten started sort of slowly, but now
that he was going, he just could say enough.  I sat and smiled a
lot.

"But when you touched me.......well, I nearly fainted.  All I'd
wanted to do was touch you.  I hadn't even considered the idea of
you touching me.  I mean, I'd always wondered what it would be
like to be touched, but that was the furthest thing from my mind
just then."

He suddenly stopped his dissertation and looked me square in the
eyes.  "I talk too much, don't I."

"Not at all."  I sat up and leaned toward him slightly.  "Why
have you been telling me all these things?"  I did not smile.  I
did not want him thinking that I was making light of what he'd
been saying.

"I don't know, really.  Maybe because it's the first time I've
been with anyone who would take me seriously.  Would understand."

I nodded.  "And how do you feel right now?  I mean, after talking
about all of these things."

He paused a moment and considered the question.  "Better."

"Better about what?"  I really wanted him to think about it.  I
wanted him to realize just what he'd really been saying.

"About the fact that I'm......."

"Your what?"  I spoke gently.

"Gay."

I smiled and placed an understanding hand on his knee.  "And does
that admission bother you now?"

He paused once again, then smiled.  "Not any more."

"Then if you feel better about what we did and what you've felt
all these years, then you have not talked too much.  Besides,
I've enjoyed hearing my story."

"Huh?"

"I felt all the same things you have.  The only difference is
that you have discovered at fifteen, an accepted, what you really
feel.  I didn't do that until I was eighteen."

We sat in silence for several minutes, just enjoying the new bond
between us.  The bond of knowing that the other understood what
we felt.  What we each wanted.  Yes, you could say a bond of
love.

I rose from my chair and began to close the curtains.  Kevin
jumped up and helped.  We soon had the entire trailer isolated
from prying eyes.

"Have you ever had a body massage, Kevin," I asked, knowing
pretty well what the response would be.

"No."

"Get undressed and lay here on the floor."  

While he undressed, I retrieved a sheet from the closet and
spread it out on the floor, then went to the back of the trailer
and got my body oil out of my dufflebag.

When I returned to the living room, Kevin was stretched out on
his stomach on the sheet.  I stopped and turned out all the light
except the one in the bedroom in the back of the trailer.  Then I
turned on the stereo I'd brought with me and put in the most
soothing music I had.  It was quiet, flowing music, designed to
relax.

I knelt beside Kevin and warmed a handful of oil with my hands
before beginning.  I started at his neck and shoulders.  I worked
on every muscle and touched every inch of skin.  Then, once I was
satisfied that I'd done all I could there, I moved down his back. 

I moved my hands very slowly over his body.  Sensuous, loving
touching.  I did love this boy.  And not just for the sex we had
experienced.  There was a greater bond there than just sex.  I
never really have been able to put my finger on it.  It's almost
like we were twins and could feel and know everything that the
other did.

Kevin was like putty in my hands.  His breathing slowed way down
as he let himself go to the experience.  I spent half and hour
rubbing down his back and legs.

"Roll over."

He did so.

I began at his neck once again, ignoring the flag pole between
his legs.  That wasn't easy.  His cock head was glistening in the
small light there was.  The pre cum was really flowing.  But I
did not want to jack him off.  I thought that if I did a good
enough job of massage, he'd experience a little something new.

And so I continued on with my massage and inevitable examination
of his body as I did so.  I avoided his crotch like the plague. 
And I could tell that this frustrated him.

"Just relax and don't think about what you'd like me to do.  Just
let yourself go to what I am doing."

He tried.  And finally he succeeded.  

By the time I got down to working on his calves, Kevin was
relaxed completely.  In fact, if he'd been any more relaxed, he'd
have melted on the spot.  

I was working my way toward his ankles when something wonderful
happened.  Kevin immediately started to reach for his cock.

"No, Kevin.  Let it go, let it happen.  Just enjoy this."

And as the first shot escaped his piss slit, I began to massage
the entire length of his legs, as it trying to push the cum out
of his body by this action.

Cum was going everywhere.  On him mostly, but also on the floor
and, surprisingly, on me too.

But the most fabulous sight was Kevin's body.  It was positively
shivering.  Shaking like a leaf.  Like someone receiving an
electric shock.  His arms were at his side, his cock was pointed
straight up, his eyes were opened, but rolled back in his head
and his mouth was open.  He was, to put it simply, totally
absorbed by this experience.

He stayed like this for nearly a full minute.  Then his body
totally relaxed and he began to breath very deeply.  His eyes and
mouth closed and his fists unclenched and his cock stopped going
off like a roman candle.

I rubbed his entire body, from feet to neck, restoring some of
the blood circulation and feeling to his limbs.  By the time I'd
finished and he'd recovered enough to open his eyes, his body
glistened like glass, from the combination of oil and cum that
I'd been spreading over it.

He smiled, closed his eyes and fell fast asleep.

Was I disappointed?  Not a bit.  I knew that there was going to
be ample time for us to experiment with new things.  Maybe even
learn some things from each other.  I had enjoyed touching him
and watching his reaction to my touch.  Besides, some of the cum
that I'd been spreading on his body had been my own.  The sight
had so excited me that I'd cum without really acknowledging that
it was happening.

I was in love.  And this was only the beginning.