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                         My Cousin Chip


My first brief experience was with my cousin, Chip.  Actually, we were not
really first cousins.  Chip was the son of my Grandmother's sister,
adopted by his past-middle aged parents after a lifetime of trying to have
a child of their own.  He became a one-parent son quickly when my Great
Uncle died before Chip' fifth birthday, and although he was too young to
realize the advantage of the tragedy, he benefited greatly from his loss.
His father was very, very rich, owning a string of restaurants through out
the East Coast and also in Europe.  But he was a tyrant, a drunkard, and a
terrible skin flint. 

My Great aunt, on the other hand, was a soft spoken, soft hearted,
generous lady who literally lived for the material comfort she could give
her beloved son, and Chip grew into young manhood going to the finest
school, wearing the finest clothes, and considered the best people of
European society as his peers.  In addition, he really raised himself from
the age of thirteen, when my Great Uncle placed him in the most
prestigious Junior College in Philadelphia's Society Hill.  She purchased
a glorious Victorian home only three blocks from house, and although it
was only a short distance on the map, it was a million miles away
culturally.  Chip had the entire third floor as his private domain, with
only the maid as company, most of the time, as his Mother spent the
majority of the year travelling and Maintaining the business. 

I was eighteen years old when Chip entered my life.  I was a small child,
thin and very lonely due to the lack of others in my age group in the
neighborhood, and my parent's need to devote their lives to working to
raise the family.  Chip had always been the beautiful boy on the
cobblestones of Rome, always with the overdressed, overage lady who looked
to be his Grandmother.  On the day they moved to our city, my family went
in mass to "pay homage" to our rich relatives.  How inadequate I felt in
my Sears suit, two sizes too small, as I looked at the blond, bronzed
Greek God who was to my great amazement, a kind, courteous young man,
fully grown at nineteen.  I remember his laser blue eyes looking three
inches past my own eyes into my very private thoughts, his tousled blond,
curly hair looking as though it was begging to be traveled through with
careless fingers, and straight, ghost white teeth that melted every heart
in the room with a simple smile.  But above all else, I could not take my
eyes off his body, and the clothes that covered it.  His expensive, hand
knit pullover shirt of pearl gray, short sleeves straining to contain the
muscled arms so uncommon to see in my circles, his tight, smooth pants,
pocketless in the rear with the faintest hint of the waistband of his
obviously brief underwear.  I also remember trying very hard to be
unnoticed as I observed his bulging cock at the very top of his right
thigh, looking like a great, drooping cannon resting on two, rounded
wheels.  I felt suffocated, intimidated, unworthy and useless.  But as the
adults talked, I found our eyes meeting, looking away, meeting, looking
away - - until I realized that his were not looking away.  There was a
look of understanding, compassion and calmness, and that enigmatic smile -
- that SMILE! 

I was oblivious to the conversation of the adults until I was jolted into
reality by my Mother. 

    "What do you think, David?  Would you like that?"
  
    With my usual brightness, I stammered, "Huh?".  My mother then told me
that my Great Aunt had been saying that Chip had many clothes that he had
outgrown, and if my pride was not a factor, I could have them!  The
non-committed shrug with which I responded betrayed my real feeling of
tremendous excitement at even being able to touch Chip' clothing, let
alone own some!  And then my Great aunt said, "Why don't you show David
your apartment, Chip, and select whatever you think he might like?  I
followed Chip up the two flight of stairs, my eyes glued to his swaying
butt in those tight, Italian pants. 

His "apartment" was beyond words.  Authentic Victorian in every way, with
a plush red carpet so deep I felt as though I would loose my balance.  His
bedroom took up half the floor, his bath was as large as my bedroom, his
closet larger than our living room, and a totally new type of room to me
loomed at the rear; Chip' own, personal gymnasium, filled with monsters
unknown to my young mind.  There were weights, benches, machines, parallel
bars, and a curious apparatus that Chip explained was a "horse" used in
gymnastics.  The middle of the floor was taken by a twelve-foot-square
pad, and he told me it was his "wrestling mat".  He explained briefly that
his chosen field was Gymnastics and Physical Education, and his Mother had
bought him anything he wanted. 
  
     I followed Chip to the bedroom, where he directed me to a huge sofa. 
A small closet revealed his own small kitchenette, and he withdrew a Coke
for me and a Beer for himself, asking me not to mention the beer to his
Mother.  He sat directly in front of me on a glass coffee table, our knees
almost touching, and started to speak. 

"Look, little cousin, I know I have to look like a creature from outer
space to you, but you and me are gonna be real buddies, okay?  I never had
a little brother to teach so you are going to be him!  What do you say?" 

All I could say was, "Yes."  He then said that he would give me some
clothes and when we went downstairs, he would "fix it".  I followed him to
his closet, and he told me to strip.  I have never wanted to run and hide
so much in my life.  Laughing, he reached for my belt, I quickly shuck off
my jeans.  There I stood, in my baggy white cotton briefs, wishing the
floor would open and swallow me. 

"The first thing we have to do, Little Cousin, is get you out of those
bloomers!"  He opened four drawers, and peeking in I was dumfounded! 
Hundreds of briefs, neatly stacked, in every color, shape, style, and so
small and petite. 

"You wear these?", I asked. 

He laughed and inserting his hand into the briefs, stretched them to many
times their size, saying "Sure, kid--They're stretchy!" 

Then, before I could realized what was happening, Chip reached for my
briefs, skinned them down my legs, and said, "Here!  Put'em on!"  I stood
there, bare assed, wanted to die- holding the skimpy briefs in my shaking
hand, and Chip took them, laughing, and dropped to his knees, telling me
to raise one foot, then the other. 

I started straight ahead, feeling humiliation beyond my wildest dreams. 
Chip peeled the tiny, black stretch briefs up my thin legs, and then
started pulling them over my small butt.  I reached to stop him, but he
gently moved my hands, saying, "No- I want to do it!" 

He turned me around so my back was to him, adjusted and molded the
material to my ass.  He inserted his index fingers inside the leg bands,
and ran them the length of my ass.  He snapped the waistband.  Then, he
really did something that surprised me even further.  He told me to bend
over, and I leaned forward slightly.  He reached up and pushed me until I
bent in half, my ass right in this Blonde God's face!  He flattened his
hand, and he stunned me by saying, "Wow, Little Cousin!  These look better
on you than they do on me!  With that, I felt his hands cupping my small
cheeks, and I began to have a reaction.  Fear gave way to a new sensation,
and I knew that if Chip asked me to turn around, I would die from
embarrassment. 

"Turn around!" 

I cupped my hands to my crotch, and slowly turned around.  When he saw
where my hands were, he laughed.  But the laugh was not one of chiding!  I
sensed a whole new feeling, and whatever it was, I liked it!  Taking my
wrists, he lowered my hands to my sides. 

"Let's see what we have here, Little Cousin!" He inserted his index finger
at the sides of the briefs, and ran them up and down several times before
he stuck them all the way in.  His fingertips brushed my small, but
hardening cock.  That was the first time anybody had touched me "there." 
He adjusted it, moved it around and finally left it laying on my right
side.  Then he reached under my little balls and gave them a push forward. 
Removing his fingers, he simply knelt there, running his hands over the
crotch of the black, stretch nylon briefs.  I stared in awe, disbelief and
amazement. 

    "David, are we gonna be buddies?  I mean REAL buddies, the kind that
we tell our best secrets to, the kind that never tell on each other, no
matter what?  Because there are really great things that REAL buddies can
do with each other that nobody else would understand!  I REALLY want for
us to be REAL buddies, don't you?" 

A sensational feeling rushed through me.  I felt as though I was going to
pass out.  My head pounded with excitement.  My heart was beating so hard
I knew he would hear it.  My entire life had been one where emotions were
taboo, where no one embraced, no one expressed love or confidence, and
where anything like those things would be taken as weakness.  Nobody ever
kissed.  That was sissy stuff.  In that openness he displayed when he
spoke to me--as an adult, not a kid.  I know now that I was in love with
Chip.  I would have, could have, and eventually did absolute ANYTHING he
wanted me to do, and if there was even the slightest doubt ending our
friendship because I shared something with another person, I would have
vowed silence on a stack of bibles. 

Tears wailed up in my eyes as I told Chip that I would never tell anyone
anything - ever! 

"Okay, Little Cousin!  Then, here's Secret Number ONE!" He said. 

I shook from my toes to my hair as Chip actually bent forward, and covered
my nylon-clad cock with his gorgeous mouth! I felt those magnificent teeth
nibbling, his wet tongue licking, his full, round lips drawing my entire
crotch into his mouth.  I also felt my small cock getting very, very hard. 

How often I have thought back to that moment, unaware that the seeds of a
life long fetish were being carefully sewn.  All I knew at the time was
that my entire body was on fire, and every nerve in my being centered on
the hot, wet mouth of the gorgeous young man on his knees in front of me. 

After a while, Chip stood.  "Do you like our first secret, Little Cousin?" 

Numbly, I nodded. 

Into a shopping bag, Chip piled a dozen or more pairs of assorted briefs,
shirts and pants.  As he handed the bag to me, he said, "Now, we'll go
downstairs.  You just watch your Cousin Chip in action in action, David. 
You watch how I set up the schedule for our NEW secrets!" 

We went downstairs, and Chip started telling everyone how glad he was to
have a young cousin as a friend, and he had a further suggestion.  He was
home from Private School every afternoon at 2 pm.  I returned to an empty
house at 2:30, and my folks did not home until 6.  Why, he continued,
should I sit there alone every afternoon when I could easily walk to his
house, and he could "Keep an eye" on me, and help me with my homework? 
How readily everyone agreed, pleased that the rich, young son was
interested in the poor relative.  So, it was set! I was to go to Chip'
house every afternoon-For three-and-a-half- hours! 

We went home, and the entire remainder of the evening was spent trying on
all the great clothing he had given me.  My mother measured me for
alterations for the pants, and pinned up the shirts.  But, my only
interest was the underwear!  The excitement of trying them on, preening in
front of the mirror, knowing that Chip liked my body!  The constant, small
erection as I played with myself through the different materials.  There
were cotton, European briefs and Jockey Shorts!  Not the cheap, 5&10
variety that I was used to, but JOCKEY SHORTS!  The name on the waistband,
the inverted "Y" of the fly, and most of all-- knowledge that Chip had
worn them!  I held them to my face, I smelled the clean, fresh smell that
was Chip, and I imagined what it would be like to do to Chip what he had
done to me!  I was soon to live that dream! 

The very next day, I knocked on Chip's door at exactly 2:30.  The maid
answered, saying that his mother was out of town as usual, and Chip was
"upstairs".  I went up, and as I came to the bed.  I saw his white Jockey
shorts laying on the top of the heap, and I was unable to resist the urge
to pick them up, and hold them to my face.  That feeling of excitement
flooded my senses, as I heard the shower stop. 

 "Are you there, Little Cousin?" 

I croaked a "Yes", and Chip said, "I only wear underwear when I'm alone,
and since we're buddies, why don't you pick a pair for me?"  I almost ran
to the huge closet.  I opened the top drawer of the four containing
nothing but Chip's underwear, and the selection boggled my mind!  I picked
some up, I held them to me face--I kissed them! I surprised myself at my
reaction! But there was no doubt that Chip could ask me nothing that I
wouldn't do! 

They were pure silk.  The label was in Japanese.  They were a color so
close to nude that I wondered if it would look as if he had anything on! 
But the sheen as they reflected the soft light in the closet was what
caught my eye.  I took them to the bedroom, and awaited the entrance of my
new-found God. 

He was nude.  He ran a towel lightly through his tousled hair, but the
towel was the only distraction from his body.  I have not words to tell
you about Chip' body.  It was the color of a new penny, without one hair
any place except on his head.  Later, he was to tell me how he shaved his
body for swimming, but to this naive 18 year old, it was as though a
statue had come to life.  He was so perfectly muscled and proportioned his
chest looked like a breastplate. 

I sat there, transfigured, on the bed.  He stood at the foot of it, drying
his hair, and smiling that damned smile at me, melting every ion of
resistance I might have had.  Then, in what I was to learn was one of
Chip' magnificent charm, that of absolute assumption without any doubt of
the outcome, he dropped the towel and said, "Hi, David! Buddy!" and as
though it was the most natural thing in the world, he came close to me,
took my head in his hands, and inserted the head of his 7" cock into my
mouth! 

I didn't move.  I was not repulsed, not apprehensive--in fact, not
anything!  I was in a state of shock!  Then, his smooth, calm voice began. 
"Okay, Little Cousin, here's another secret.  Now close your lips around
it, and start running your tongue underneath.  That's it!  Now start with
a gentle sucking action.  AHHH!  That's wonderful!  Don't be afraid as it
goes deeper, I won't choke my Little Cousin". 

And, there I sat, on a third floor of a Victorian mansion in Philadelphia,
getting my face fucked by an Adonis.. 

It could have been a few minutes or an hour.  I don't know.  He had pushed
me back on the bed, straddling my shoulders, and very gently fucking my
mouth.  I knew only one thing.  It couldn't be wrong.  Nothing that I
wanted so badly to do could be wrong.  His cock hardened in my mouth, Very
hard.  My mouth barely fit around the rock-like tube, but I wanted it to
last forever.  Too soon, Chip saw the nude briefs clutched in my hand. 

"Ah, my Little Cousin has good taste!" 

I recall thinking that he was the one who tasted good, but a large
obstacle in my small mouth absorbed any comments.  He stood up and got off
my chest.  His cock was like a fencer's lance, waving in the breeze,
seeming to be beck on me.  He told me to follow him to the gym, and once
there, he stripped all my clothes from me, except for the clean, white
jockey shorts that only a few hours before were his. 

"They fit you good, David.  I have saved every piece of underwear I ever
had.  I really freaked out over underwear!"  He dropped to his knees in
the center of the wrestling mat, and motioned for me to join him.  Before
I could squat down, Chip grabbed my small waist and stood me right in
front of him.  He buried his face in my crotch, smelling, licking kissing. 
Then he turned me around!  For a minute his hands roamed my ass,
smoothing, adjust, preening, and then Chip stuck his face in my butt!  For
the first, I moaned out loud. 

Chip moaned and groaned in my covered ass, sending chills through every
fiber of my body.  I could actually feel his wet, probing through the
material as he tried to enter my most secret place.  He bent me over at
the waist until my hands were on the floor supporting myself.  Finally he
stood, and I dropped to my knees, helpless. 

Standing in front of me, he said, "Look, Little Cousin! Look what your
cute butt has caused!  And there, on the head of his cock, was a shiny
drop of seeping fluid.  "That's the best compliment I can make, Kid! Open
your mouth and taste what you did!" 

I opened it, and so gently, so carefully, Chip guided the shiny, slick
head into my mouth.  I tasted for the first time that wonderful burst of
flavor from my adored Cousin Chip. 

He handed me the silk briefs, and raised one leg with his hand on my
shoulder.  I slipped it over first one foot, then the other, all the time
with the head of his cock in my mouth I pulled them up his strong,
muscular legs, so different from mine.  He made no move to remove his cock
from it's warm, moist retreat, so I pulled the silk briefs up on the sides
of his waist, and reached around and tried to cover his ass.  All the
time, they formed an inverted "V" where his balls hung in their splendor,
and his mancock was firmly in my mouth. 

It popped out as he moved back a fraction.  It slapped his belly, and he
grabbed it by the base and rubbed it all over my young face, slapping it,
hitting it, and allowing all the cock juices to cover my face.  I loved
it.  I felt as though I had found the place where I wanted to spend the
rest of my life.  "Wait till you see the way a hard-on looks in silk,
Little Cousin!" Chip said as he took the waistband and extended it far out
to attempt to cover that large, throbbing cock.  He moved it to the right,
and snapped the waistband in place.  I sat in awe of the sight.  It was as
though some thin, fine layer of skin had grown over his cock and balls. 
Every vein, every pulse, every tiny little line showed through. 
Automatically, I raised my hands and smoothed the material, inserting my
fingers in the waistband as he had done to me.  I made every effort to
eliminate any sign of a wrinkle, allowing the briefs to enhance what they
contained in the sheer silk.  He used my face as his hard-on moved around
under the material, and as the slippery fluid seeped from Chip' cock the
silk seemed to totally disappear.  He centered my mouth over his cock
head, and I tasted the now familiar flavor that was Chip. 

Chip gently pushed me back on the mat.  I lay there as he walked astraddle
over my body until his legs were on either side of my head.  I looked up
at the shape of perfection.  His huge cock and balls formed a tent in
front from which I could see little drops wringing their way through the
cock slit.  His ass was the most perfectly shaped twin globes in the
world.  He stood over me, reaching around his entire body, adjusting and
teasing.  He bent over until the silk entered his ass crack, kneading and
massaging the cheeks as he did so.  The color was so perfect that it
seemed that all he had done was complete his tan line.  I could do nothing
but lay there, shake and anticipate. 

I did not have long to wait.  Chip turned around so that his body faced
mine, and his twin melons were right over my eyes.  Slowly, Chip bent his
knees, until they hit the mat by my shoulders.  I looked up into his ass,
hovering above me.  I knew that I wanted more than anything in the world
to caress that ass with my face, to kiss it, to worship it.  Chip knew,
too.  He continued teasing, massaging, running his fingertips all over the
smooth silk, sending a finger on the divine journey up and down his ass
crack.  He cupped his very prominent balls, and I saw the only seam in the
briefs, running behind his balls and before the asshole.  The asshole!  I
could see it, I realized!  It was showing though the sheer material, and
Chip was flexing it in and out, in and out. 

"Do you like what you see, Little Cousin?" 

I could only moan in assent. 

"I'm glad, really glad, because you are gonna be seeing an awful lot of it
from now on!"  And with that, Chip lowered his body, and his hard,
muscled, silk covered ass set on my face.  My entire head gave way to the
separation of his cheeks as he pulled them apart to allow total access. 
His cheeks closed around my small head as he pressed his weight into my
face.  I could barely breath.  I could see nothing, but I experienced the
sensation of feeling to a higher degree that I ever knew was possible, for
the first time.  I mean that total encompassing of every inch of one's
face into the cloth covered ass on my magnificent Hot Cousin. 

    "Lick me hard, Stick your little tongue against my ass.  Nothing can
get to you with your big Cousin Chip's ass on your face.  You're part of
me, Kid.  You're gonna have your face sat on by Cousin Chip in everything
in that closet, Little cousin!" 

  I was in heaven.  I could have died right then and there and been happy. 
I licked, sucked, kissed and slurped every inch of Chip fantastic ass. 
And, I could feel his asshole opening and closing!  The silk only made it
more exciting.  The cool, damp silk seemed like a second skin to my face
as he alternatingly pressed hard, and then left so I could breath. 

Chip RODE my face like a cowboy.  He occupied it!  He mastered it!  He
owned it! 

It seemed a happy eternity when Chip said, rather breathlessly, "SUCK IT
HARD, LITTLE COUSIN!!!  SUCK IT HARD!!!" 

  And I was ready for my next "first."  I got my first lesson in this
thing called "buddy-cumming".  I got it the hard way!  I had a shifting of
weight on my face, and a rock hard cock was thrust downward and inside. 
Chip screamed out loud, and I was afraid he was going to sink down all the
way and chock me.  My tongue pressed as strongly as it could against the
very tip of the huge cock in my mouth through it's silk sheathe, and I
felt gobs of liquid shooting in spurts through the slit and into my mouth. 
Afterwards, Chip hugged me.  He asked me if I enjoyed what had happened,
and I told him that I had.  Thus began a three year adventure with Cousin
Chip.  It progressed to including almost every perversity known, combined
with loving tenderness.