Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 18:01:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Jimmy, Me and Cousin Whitey- Part 1

Jimmy, Me and Cousin Whitey

By Bald Hairy Man    e-mail  bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@excite.com

This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again
remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and no
gesture toward common sense too. If you have any suggestion or comments,
please e-mail me.


Reading the newspapers today you get the impression that a boy can't walk
down the street without being assaulted by a pervert or encountering
pornography that will lead him down the path to moral depravity and sin.
I'm Ed Miller. I was a teenager in the early 1960s and was brought up in
Marshall, New York, a small town of 7,000 near the Canadian border. As a
boy in small town America, I was more than willing to look at porno, and
wanted to find a gay guy who would tell, and show me what to do. I had no
luck finding either.

Sex didn't exist in my family. My parents must have done it, but nothing
showed. They weren't prudes.  Mom and Dad just didn't talk about it. They
didn't warn me about the evils or benefits of sex.  It didn't exist.  This
lack of knowledge was compounded by my personality. I was a good boy,
academically oriented, church going and prone to be helpful.  The school
newspaper, student council, honor society are not good sources of
information about sex.

By the time I was fourteen, I guessed that bad boys knew a lot more. In
retrospect, I realize that they probably had a lot more misinformation
about sex, but that was a step up from me, since I had no information about
sex period. Our modern Born-again, Closet-Queens are convinced that any
exposure to homosexuality will lead a person to become gay. I never heard
the phrase mentioned when I was growing up. I didn't know they existed. As
far as I knew, I was the only boy in the world who was interested in men.

Actually, I wasn't interested in men as much as I was interested in
cocks. They were secret and hidden from view.  At first, I thought their
primary purpose was to improve aim. My parents placed a high value in
getting the piss in the potty on the first try. But dicks fascinated me. I
had seen my brothers, but never an adult man's cock, but I had a strong
sense that I would like them. Given how little I knew, it turned out that I
was right about that.

The closest to nudity I ever got was National Geographic Magazine. Like
most little kids I developed an interest in Australian Aborigines and the
residents of Papua & New Guinea. My parents had some art books too.

I lived in an older neighborhood so there were not many kids my age within
walking distance. My neighbor Jimmy and another kid were the only nearby
boys.  Jimmy was several years younger than me, and we were often
playmates. We weren't close friends, but we got along well and were just
pals. He lived in a house with a big barn and shed to the rear filled with
lumber and junk, so we would play explorers in the building.

We played the normal you show me yours if I show you mine kind of game, but
the rest of the time it was cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians stuff.
Later, he moved to a big house on the edge of town on an abandoned estate,
and I saw him only on weekends but we remained friends.

I matured early. My cock grew and hair began to appear in new places. I
didn't really know what had happened, my voice had changed, but I wasn't
too sure if this was a part of growing up, or if something wrong.  I
actually didn't know if you wanted a big cock or a small one.  That I
eventually did figure out on my own.  Jimmy and I had outgrown the
curiosity phase of playing but we continued to look at each other's cock.
He didn't seem to mind my enlarged equipment. He was still small.

A year later Jimmy and I were exploring in the ruins of a large barn and he
reopened the old, show me yours game. I was willing, and Jimmy, who was
maybe 13, showed me his newly grown horse cock.  He had, what I now call a
club cock, thick, long and uncut. I was cut and liked his shiny red cock
head. He got it hard and we touched each other's meat.

Jimmy was not academically oriented, and his other friends were more street
smart than I.  He had a much broader experience than me.  Jimmy seemed to
have a clear idea of what we should do.  Several months later, we were
alone in his house. We had been talking about something and the
conversation lagged.

"Have you ever heard of cock sucking?" He asked. He was clearly embarrassed
and uneasy.

"I guess so." I said. I had heard the phrase being said by some of the guys
in the gym class, but it hadn't occurred to me that I would do it, or
exactly what it was.

"Do you know what to do?" He asked. He looked relieved that I was willing
to talk about it.

"Not really." I confessed.

"Would you like to try it?" Jimmy asked. He stroked my cock through my
pants. I was hard by that time. I said yes. He dropped his pants and I got
close to his cock. I licked it, then sucked it.

I went from being unsure what cock sucking was to an addict in a minute. I
had no problem at all figuring out what to do, and Jimmy had no problems
either. It seemed natural and exciting.  He shot off and I went home.

We never talked about it, but we did get together every month or so and do
it again. As I said, we were pals not friends. As he got older Jimmy grew
and soon his body matched his cock. He became a 6'-3" man by 16.  I stopped
at 5-10.  Jimmy was one of the guys, who would graduate from high school
and became a mechanic, and I was smart kid on the way to a university, so
we had different lives in school. I knew that none of his friends knew
anything about our relationship, and none of mine did either.

By the time I got out of high school, I was sure I liked men, but still
thought that I would grow out of it, if I found a girl I liked.  In the
summer after high school and before college I was doing nothing and I
dropped in on Jimmy. Both of his parents worked so he was alone in the
daytime during the week. The conversation quickly turned to sex.

"Do you know if men like to do the stuff we do?" He asked.

"I'm sure they do, but I don't know any."  I said. "Except for Dr. Water's.
My dad said he was a nice man, but not to get too close to him."

Jimmy laughed. "Robbie is his friend.  Do you know my cousin, Whitey?" I
knew Robbie Carson, but didn't know he was hanging out with Dr. Waters. I
also knew Whitey Edwards.  I had no idea he was related to Jimmy. He was
older, 45 or so I would guess, and the last man in town I would have
guessed was interested in other men. He was big, muscular and a man's man.

"Sure, he golfs with my father." I said. "I caddied for them on a
tournament two years ago."

"I think he might be interested." Jimmy said. "He asked me to help him
clean up some brush at his camp. I said it was too much for me, and he told
me I could get a friend to help."

"What makes you think he's interested?" I asked.

"Let's just say I have a good idea." Jimmy said.  "Are you interested?"
Jimmy though of himself as a good poker player, so he always was trying to
hide his cards.

"Sure." I said. Jimmy said he would let me know later.

That night he called me. Mr. Edwards would hire us for two days to clear
out the brush from around his cabin in the Adirondacks.  We would be paid
$20.00 apiece, which was a lot of cash in those days.  I said I would do it
if my parents agreed.  Dad thought it was a good idea to get me out of the
house. He called Mr. Edwards and made sure it was all agreed. Mr. Edwards
suggested that we stay at the cabin rather than driving back and forth to
the town.  Dad thought that was sensible too.

"Whitey will pick you up tomorrow evening and bring you back on Friday."
Dad said. "I told him to teach you how to cook out doors. Maybe you'll
catch up on your old cub scouts' skills!"

Whitey Edwards was the best golfer in town.  Dad was the second best.
Mr. Edwards ran a tire recapping shop, was 6'-3 and 250 pounds of all
muscle. Dad was the bank president, 5-10 and 170. They had an affable
rivalry, and Dad knew that while he could out putt Whitey, he would never
out drive him.

He was younger than Dad, but had two grown sons and his wife was
reclusive. I never saw her at the golf club or on the street. I didn't have
any idea what was in store for me, but I figured that Jimmy had a good
idea.

Mom packed up enough clothes for a month, she said it got cold in the
mountains, and Mr. Edwards appeared promptly a 3:30 in his truck. He was
dressed in his work clothes and was covered in grime and grease from the
tires.  In 1963 a truck was an unusual thing, even in a small town. We
picked up Jimmy and headed into the woods. I didn't know anything about his
camp. Adirondack camps could be anything from a tar paper hunting shack to
a luxurious mansion. The mansion might be made of logs and granite
boulders, but it would be a mansion none the less.

He told us he wanted to clear our some of the underbrush from the house so
he could have a chance of keeping the varmints away. "We planted
blueberries several years ago and we have four legged harvesters getting
closer than I want." Mr. Edwards said.

"Bears?" I asked.

"Bears and coons and everything else!" He said.  "I should have known
better. My dad had the place and I can't believe that I planted the stuff."

We got there at six.  It was wood clapboard building with a painted metal
roof and sat on a rock outcropping overlooking a pond.

"I own the whole pond so we get the natural view without the noise of
outboard motors." Mr. Edwards said. "I spend all day listening to machinery
and I don't want any here. Canoes and row boats only.  Can you swim?"

"A little." I said.

"A little ain't enough!" He said. "No boating without me being here. No
bodies in the fucking pond! Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." Jimmy and I said.

We unloaded out stuff from the truck and went into the camp. He flicked a
switch and the lights turned on. The place had electricity, so it wasn't
that rustic. It was a warm summer's day so he told us to open all the
windows. Mr. Edwards said he was going to clean up. And he told us to look
in the kitchen for some potato chips to tide us over to dinner.

We found the chips and went to the glass in porch overlooking the pond. I
don't know the difference between a pond and a lake, but it looked big. The
water was beautiful.  The sky was deep blue and the air clear. The pond had
multiple rock out croppings projecting into the water and look like a large
mirror, perfectly reflecting the rocks and trees. He had a map of the area
on the wall and we found Edwards Pond on it. They had been there a while.

We could hear the shower going. We were talking and munching on chips when
Mr. Edwards joined us.

"It's beautiful here, isn't it?" He asked. He was drying himself off,
completely naked. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. He was huge. His
blond hair was almost white and covered him from head to toe. He had a
golfer's tan, but the rest of his skin was scrubbed pink and white. He was
muscular, in a pre steroids way, and had the biggest cock I had ever
seen. It must have been 7 inches soft, and an inch and a half in diameter.
He was uncut and the bulge of his cock head held the skin open. He had more
soft than I had hard

Granted, I hadn't seen many cocks, but I instinctively knew that this was
the mother load. It was the Mount Everest of cocks. There was no nudity in
my house and I couldn't believe that he could stand there and talk without
embarrassment or concern. He told us about the history of the place, then
went back to the bedroom to get dressed.

"Did you see that?" I asked.

Jimmy smiled. "I guessed that you would like it. It's huge. When I first
saw it I though it was as big as my arm."

"It's incredible." I said.  Mr. Edwards returned, dressed in shorts and a
tee shirt. He began working on dinner, he gave us instructions to get the
fire ready and we cooked everything on the grill in the yard. He treated us
like adults, perhaps more like his employees. Dinner was simple but good.
We sat on the porch and talked after wards.

"How long have you boys known each other, Ed?" Mr. Edwards asked.

"Ever since we were kids. He used to live two houses away." I said.

"Have you been messing around the whole time?" He asked. I had no idea what
Jimmy had told him so I opted for telling the truth.

"Yep, but kid stuff mostly." I said. "How did you meet Jimmy?" I figured I
could be direct too.

"The changing room at the park." Jimmy said. The park was a public swimming
area owned by the town. "About two years ago."

"Actually, I met Jimmy's cock long before I met him."  Mr. Edwards said.
"He had it poked through a toilet partition and I took a fancy to it." He
laughed. "I was never so surprised in my life when I found a cousin
attached to that fucker!"

"I'm not a kid anymore!" Jimmy protested.

"Jimmy and I got together three or four times since.  It's been fun."
Mr. Edwards said. "Jimmy likes to be sucked, as you know, but isn't much
interested in reciprocating. I mentioned this to him the last time we got
together and he mentioned you, Ed." He paused. "He said you were
interested, he thought."

"He's right about that!" I said. "I'm interested, but I don't know anything
about it, Mr. Edwards. I've got no experience."

"Except you think you will like it?" Mr. Edwards said. "Call me Whitey."

"I'm really sure I will like it." I said. "Almost positive!"

He laughed. "Well I'm not that experienced, but I do know some. And, I'd be
glad to teach you if you want?" He paused.  " You do know we are talking
about sex?"

It was my time to laugh. "I was hoping we were!"

"Jimmy said he'd like to watch and join in when he feels like it." Whitey
said. "This is fine with me. I don't want anyone to do anything they don't
want to. Any problem with that?" It was almost dark outside by now and
there were no lights on in the cabin. I was as excited as a guy could
be. Whitey was hairy, hung and horny. He was also willing.  I had no real
idea what man to man sex was, but I was willing to learn. I also felt
safe. Whitey knew my family.  They knew him. It wasn't like the stranger
and the hitchhiker fantasy my mother warned me about.

I didn't know what to do next. "It's late guys, let's hit the hay." Whitey
said.

"Let's roll in the hay!" Jimmy added. A minute later we were in the bed
room, naked . I took a piss and when I returned Whitey was on the bed
spread eagled with Jimmy straddling his face feeding him his cock. I took
Whitey's still limp cock in my mouth. He moaned. I was in heaven.

I took the tip of the shaft in my mouth and worked my tongue into the
pucker. There was a slight taste of soap, and something sweet and sticky. I
later discovered it was precum.  Mr. Edwards might have looked relaxed and
laid back but he had been oozing a lot of it.  This turned me on. I licked
around the head inside the skin and felt him harden up. It was a monster.

I was really getting into it.  "Hey boys!" Whitey said. "We got the whole
night! Hold your horses." I had never been in a sexual situation before
when I wasn't rushed. I felt odd at the thought of a leisurely suck. I
pulled off.

Whitey laughed. "I said, hold your horses, not put them in the stable!" I
returned to his cock. Jimmy scooted down so I could suck his cock too so I
alternated. This worked out well. I could work on one until he got close
and then the other. I knew that Jimmy had a hair trigger, but I guessed
right, and this went on for a while.

Jimmy wasn't very responsive, but Whitey was great. He told me where it
felt good and then got me to try it on Jimmy. Whitey also was an oozer, and
when the flow got thick, I knew when to change partners.

I traded cocks three or four times and Jimmy shot off. He rolled over and
fell asleep. We immediately discovered that Jimmy snored. Whitey pulled me
up and just laid next to me, playing with my cock.

"You suck cock good." He whispered. "Really good. Have you practiced with
anyone other than Jimmy?"

"Nope." I said. "But I think about it a lot."

"Do you like to be sucked?" He asked.

"Never done it. Jimmy isn't interested." I said.

"I know, ready to try it now?" He asked. "Like to sixty-nine?"

"I sure am!" I said.

I rotated and my cock vanished in Whitey's mouth. He pulled back and sucked
on my head. He ran his tongue inside the piss slit then ran it around the
edge of the head. He then deep throated it. I had visualized that other
guys would suck your cock only if they were forced too. I thought of myself
as the only guy who like to suck.

Mr. Edwards really like to suck cock. He loved it. I tried to keep up with
him, but I couldn't. He had my head spinning with new sensations. I shot
off just as my mouth was filled with his sperm.  He sucked mine as I took
his. It was great. I let go of his cock and rotated in the bed.

"That was great, Ed." He said. "Just great." He held me and we fell asleep
for a while.  I awoke to find him sucking my cock. I wanted to suck his,
but he wouldn't let me. He sucked until I shot off and then continued to
suck. That was when I discovered how much he liked to suck. I hadn't
thought that grown men would do that, but Whitey wouldn't let me do
anything but lie there and cum when he got me too hot.

I had a second orgasm, and he continued. "It may be a long time before I
shoot again." I whispered. I had enough experience with jerking off to know
that.

"You don't worry about anything, Ed. I know what I'm doing." He
whispered. I fell asleep again. When I woke the next morning the smell of
bacon and eggs filled the air. I was relived. I was hungry and a little
worried that I would run out of cum for Whitey. I would have a whole day to
build up a new supply.

Breakfast was good and Whitey was all business. He showed us the thickets
and got out the tools. He went into town for work and we started cutting
our way through the brush.  I was a warm day, and Jimmy and I got a lot
done. Jimmy was a hard worker, I was a smart worker. After a few run ins
with the prickers we developed a good technique for cutting without getting
ripped by the thorns. We had good leather gloves and ended up making some
headway by noon.

"How was it, Ed?" Jimmy asked. "I guessed you would like Whitey."

"It was fine, I can't believe we did all that stuff." I said. "He's
experienced, and likes a lot of things I only dreamed about."

"I knew that." Jimmy said. "I kind of want to try them, and am kind of
scared of it at the same time."

"I sort of feel the same way." I said. "But there is a lot more want to try
than there is scared in my case." We laughed. "I was a little scared of
him. He's so big. But he's real friendly. And he sure likes to so some
things I like a lot!"

"What do we do tonight?" Jimmy asked. "I'm ready to practice some more!"

"Me too." I said.  "I hate to sound stupid, but I don't know what else
there is to do."

"I bet there is a lot more. I don't know if Whitey is into it or not."
Jimmy said. "Guys talk about things, but never explain. What do you take up
your ass?  Cock is my guess." He laughed. "They talk about cock sucking as
if it's bad and you wouldn't like it. You like it?"

"I kind of like it." I said. "I kind of like it a lot, but not as much as
Whitey, I think."

"Is taking it in the ass good or bad?" Jimmy asked. "I'm pretty sure that
shoving it in the ass would be great. I don't know about taking it." I
hadn't thought about taking cock in my ass, and it struck me as odd. But it
was one of those odd ideas that seemed to grow on you. We made a sandwich
and ate then went back to work. Bu the time Whitey returned from work in
the evening, I had made peace with the idea of fucking.