Date: Tue, 22 Sep 1998 14:30:08 PDT
From: Jaydee <jaydee38@hotmail.com>
Subject: White Narcissus: Chapter 2 -- California Cousins

			      White Narcissus

Chapter 2 -- California Cousins
By Jaydee (for my handsome and horny e-mail friend)
 
The airliner jolted down at L.A. International close to midnight. 
Phillip Chancellor woke from a deep and peaceful sleep, only a little 
startled by the chattery hubbub of other passengers.

"Did you have a good nap?" questioned his seatmate.

Phillip glanced at him in the sudden light, recalling the pleasant 
interlude of just a short time ago in their darkened corner at the rear 
of the passenger section. "Um, oh, yeah, I did sleep well," he said, 
stretching his muscular arms out and expanding his hairy chest tightly 
against the yellow silk shirt that fit him so perfectly.

"Well, here we are in wonderful Los Angeles," said John Stewart, the man 
he had gotten to know on this long flight more intimately than he could 
ever have imagined in his wildest dreams. "I have to rush from here to 
my downtown office, but here's my card. Give me a call once you get 
settled in," John added matter of factly.

"Oh, yes, and write your cousin's name and address on the back of this 
card so I can replace the handkerchief you so generously let me borrow." 
A great smile beamed across John's handsome face. Phillip blushed 
slightly at the older man's remark, but complied with the request.
John stood up in the aisle and waited while Phillip retrieved his 
carryon case. When he turned to face the older man, he noticed for the 
first time a fresh white flower in his lapel. It seemed so strange. Had 
it been there before? Wouldn't it have wilted by now?

John broke into his reverie: "Oh, you've noticed my white narcissus," he 
said, lifting the flower slightly toward his nose. "It's sort of a 
trademark of mine." Again, the flash of his fabulous smile brightened 
his smooth tanned face.

Soon they were separated and Phillip was loading his retrieved luggage 
into a taxi.

It took almost an hour through busy L.A. freeways before they reached 
the house Phillip's cousin, Eric Carson, had rented after coming from 
Virginia to California a year ago. It was nearly 1:30 a.m., but Eric had 
been warned he would be arriving late in the night. The neighborhood was 
in a quiet middle class suburb and Phillip hustled up to the stucco 
neo-Southwest design cottage while the cab man unloaded the trunk. The 
door opened immediately.

"Phil, you old son of a bitch," Eric yelled. "At last, you made it!"
The tall, somewhat skinny cousin Phillip remembered had blossomed in the 
past year into a muscular hunk. He wore a tight white athletic shirt 
which showed off a massive smooth chest. His Tommy Hilfiger running 
shorts cinched a narrow waist and surmounted thick well-tanned thighs.
Eric grabbed his guest in an unexpected bear hug, causing Phillip to 
drop the carryon bag he was lugging with him.

In a few moments, the luggage was hauled in and placed in a large 
bedroom toward the back of the spacious cottage.

"We'll be sharing this bedroom," Eric said, indicating the two twin beds 
which lined opposite walls. "Would you like something to eat or drink? 
How about a beer?"

"No, thanks," said Phillip, "I'm zonked. I think I would like a quick 
shower and then hit the sack."

"Hey, okay, the bathroom's right in there. Plenty of towels in the 
closet in there. I think I'll get ready for bed, too. Tomorrow is a work 
day for me, but I've got my friend, Bryan, coming over to show you some 
of the sights. He'll be here before I leave at 8." Eric put his arm on 
Phillip's shoulder and led him toward the bathroom. "It's really good to 
have you here. We are going to have some FUN!"

Phillip closed the bathroom door, stripped quickly and turned on the 
shower. The hot water felt good on his travel weary body. He began 
soaping himself up and thinking over his strange interlude on the plane. 
"That guy sucked my cock," he thought. "A big-time Hollywood producer 
and he just gobbled my cum like it was honey." Phillip's thick cock 
began to rise from the hairy cushion of his shrinking ballsac. His soapy 
hand wrapped around it and he began to stroke. "Oh, God, it was so weird 
to have that guy's huge hard tool in my hand. And he shot a hell of a 
load of sperm." His hand moved faster on his throbbing manmeat, his 
balls swinging rhythmically with its movements. Just then there was a 
knock at the bathroom door. "Hey, are you gonna spend the whole night in 
the shower, man." It was Eric's voice. "I gotta take a piss." Startled, 
Phillip ceased his self-pleasuring. "Okay, okay, you can come on in. The 
door's unlocked."

Eric entered noisily. "Damn, I've had four beers while I was waiting for 
you and I'm about to bust." Even above the sound of the shower, Phillip 
could hear Eric's powerful piss stream hitting the toilet.

"Okay, thanks, man," Eric said. "I'm going to bed. You can come on in 
when you're finished."

Phillip rinsed off, playfully flopping his now-limp cock with an 
unspoken promise to take care of that particular bit of business early 
tomorrow.

He dried off, wrapped a towel around his waist and headed for the 
bedroom. Eric was sprawled out on one of the beds, reading from a 
notebook. He wore white Calvin Klein jockey shorts and Phillip could not 
help but notice the significant bulge in his crotch. His own cock 
stirred slightly at the sight of the tanned, muscular man, ten years his 
junior. Phillip was amazed at how he had firmed up since they last saw 
each other.

"You've been working out," he said casually.

"Yep, three times a week at the gym. Everybody in California does that. 
We are into health and hunkiness," Eric laughed.

With a little embarrassment, Phillip dropped the towel and began 
searching through his suitcase for his Tommy boxerbriefs. With his back 
to Eric, he pulled the underwear up over his well-muscled asscheeks.

"You look pretty buff yourself, cousin," Eric commented. "Nice glutes."

"Hey, watch it, Eric," Phillip grinned. "It sounds like you're admiring 
my ass."

"Hah, that will be the day when I find your hairy old butt something to 
admire," chuckled Eric, tossing a throw pillow across the room at 
Phillip's head.

Eric caught the pillow as his cousin threw it back across the room, 
"Well, I'm going to have to get some sleep," he yawned, sliding under 
the sheet of his bed. "See you in the morning. Turn out that overhead 
light, will you?"

Phillip turned out the light and crawled into bed. "G'night."

"G'night."

Soon the room was quiet and Eric's breathing was even and snory. Phillip 
turned toward the wall, but sleep was far from him. He felt vaguely 
horny and unsettled. He reached down to his crotch and began to knead 
the lump in his Tommy's. It stiffened immediately and snaked out through 
the pisshole, hot against his waiting hand. Soon he was quietly and 
evenly stroking his fat, hard cock.

A snort from across the room caused him to freeze in mid-wank. He heard 
Eric stir and then in the pervading silence, he detected the 
unmistakable sound of flesh against flesh, hand against cock, pumping 
activity.

Easing over onto his back, Phillip turned his head toward Eric's bed. In 
the dim light, he could discern his cousin's shadowed figure, his huge 
stiff rod pointing toward the ceiling and his hand gliding up and down 
the hot shaft in a steady rhythm. "Uhhh," his cousin moaned, apparently 
oblivious to the attention from across the room. He was lying on top of 
the bedsheet, his back now arching upward, his smooth muscular legs wide 
apart, his fist moving ever more rapidly on what appeared to be at least 
nine inches of rockhard manmeat. Phillip, more quietly, matched him 
stroke for stroke with his sheet-covered jackoff hand. "Ahhhh, ooooooh, 
yuh," Eric moaned even more loudly. Phillip stared in awe at the dim 
silhouette. As his eyes grew accustomed to the dark, he could make out 
the bulging purple head atop his cousin's massive dork. And just as he 
himself felt his balls tighten in pre-orgasmic contractions, he could 
see the expulsion of a thick white stream of mancum arcing up onto 
Eric's belly. His own climax hit him like a freight train. "Aggghhhhh," 
he grunted, knowing that Eric would hear him, but unable to control his 
reaction. "OOOOOooooh, ahhhh!!!!" Three massive spurts of sperm soaked 
his sheet and matted into the thick dark hair of his groin and belly. 
Turning his attention back to the bed across the room, he saw that Eric 
had now pulled the sheet up over himself and was apparently well on his 
way to sleep again. He didn't speak. "A whole new world," he thought. "A 
whole new world."