My Cousin Jim
by Sean M.


     My Mom was frantic as we ran late.  We were heading for the annual 
"Family Reunion" at my Grandmother's house.  I always hated going to these 
stupid things.  The old ladies would come up to me and always tell me how much 
I'd grown into a fine young man.  They'd take me in their arms and hug me 
tight into their huge watermelon size tits.  They always smelled of make-up, 
vitamins and strong eye-watering perfume.  Weird combination.

     We finally made it out the door.  Dad and I were anxious to get this 
ordeal over with.  My Dad was behind the wheel and my Mom was talking sitting
on the passenger side talking about all of the people she was looking forward 
to seeing again.  It was the same old dreadful ritual.

     The drive took about an hour and I was already dreading the journey back 
home after it was over.  My dad was smoking his Winston cigarettes and I was 
in the back seat gasping for air.  He would never open his window to let some
of the stale air out because he said it sucked out the air conditioner.  

     Our family reunions were always held the last weekend of July and it was
always the hottest day of the year.  My mom would make me wear my Sunday 
clothes (and I didn't even go to church).  

     So here I was...dressed in a button down white shirt, tie, and dress 
pants.  I hated to wear these.  I would have settled for wearing shorts and a 
teeshirt.  But as my Mom would say, "You need to look nice for your 
relatives".  Of course I always say, "Well they don't look nice to me".

     We finally arrived at my cousin Jim's house.  His front yard looked like
a used car lot.  All of the cars were American and most of them had the usual
rusts spots that ran down from the fenders and door handles.

     I tore out of the car in an attempt to quickly get some fresh air.  I 
could tell that my clothes smelled of cigarette smoke as the wind would carry
it past my nose.  We made our way up the uneven gravel driveway.  My Mom was 
walking behind me fixing my hair that was, as she'd say, "out of control".

     We walked into the house.  There was immediately a room full of people.
We were bombarded by old bitches that "hadn't seen us in years", even though
we were at last years reunion and had seen them then.  

     My dad would always go off and stand by himself.  Or he'd walk off with
one of my uncles and talk about boring shit that only they enjoyed.   I would 
always look for my younger relatives that were somewhat cool and hated 
reunions as much as I did.  

     This particular summer, I was 15.  I was really looking forward to seeing
my cousin, Jim.  Last year, Jim was 15.  I had always thought he was cute and
I was anxious to see what one year had done to him.  I looked around to see if
I could see him.  No sightings yet. 

     I finally ran into his mom. "Is Jim here?", I asked.  "He's around here 
somewhere", She answered.  I nervously searched the house for him with no 
luck.  I decided to walk outside and continue my search.  

     There was a crowd of kids hanging around the tree swing.  I examined the
group and failed to see him.  I then remembered the old run down barn in the 
field that he and I used to go play in several years back.  I walked through 
the waist-high grass until I got to the worn structure.  The siding had aged 
over the years.  I walked around to the entrance and went inside.  There was a 
pungent smell of fermented grass, along with the smell of smoke.  

     I saw the trail of smoke that seemed to be floating from the far back 
wall of the barn.  I saw two silouettes sitting on a mound of dirt.  As I made
my way towards them I stepped on a dry piece of wood.  The cracking sound 
travelled throughout the barn, causing them both to turn around.  It was
Jim and my other cousin, Kevin.  Kevin was a year younger than me.  The last 
time I saw him, he was a real dork.  He was always by his Mother's side and 
when I'd get near him he'd duck behind her as if he were scared of me.  

     I can remember his Mom talking about his grades and how good they were.
He made straight A's and would cry if he made anything less.  What I didn't 
know, was that within the past year, he'd gotten into marijuana and had let 
his grades drop to C's.  He really didn't give a shit what he made...as long 
as it was passing.

     So I'm standing there, Kevin and Jim had their heads twisted back looking
in my direction.  I eased things by saying, "Hey dudes, how's it going?"
They nodded their heads back in unison and called me over.  Kevin was 
smoking a cigarette and Jim was attempting to light a joint.  

     The flicker of light from the match lit up his face bringing out the
tight muscular cheek bone structure of his face.  To my knowledge, Jim didn't 
work out or nothing.  He was just one of those guys that had very little body
fat and well toned muscles.  He had a short bleached blonde crew cut and dark
well pronounced eyebrows.  His eyes were hazel green and you could almost see
through them like an Alaskan Husky.

     "How's it hangin' Sean?", Jim said between tokes.  "Hangin' pretty low,
dude", I replied in a way to let them know that what they were doin' was okay
with me.  "Take a hit", Jim said, extending his hand holding a joint.  

     I walked over and sat down beside them.  I reached out and took the joint
from his tight slender fingers.  "What's been goin' on?"  I asked right before 
taking a hit off the joint.  "Not much...just hangin'"... Jim answered.
Kevin grinned with his eyes at half mast.  "Yussup, Shawwnnyy".  He giggled a
little and threw out his arm, wanting to shake my hand.  I took his hand in
mine and went through various handshakes.  His hands were smooth and his grip
was tight.

     I took a long drag off the joint and inhaled.  "Damn, this is some strong 
shit.  What is it...pinestraw?".  I said, grabbing my throat.  Jim and Kevin 
laughed hysterically. "No it's called Christmas tree.  It's strong shit, so  
take it easy".

     Jim's eyes were blood shot and they were looking straight into mine.  I 
couldn't believe how much he'd matured in the past year.  I said, "Man, you've 
grown up".   Jim replied, "Got to sometime", followed by a stoned laugh.  "So
what cha been up to?"  I asked.  Jim leaned back on Kevin's shoulder and 
sleepily said, "You know, jerkin' off and gettin' laid".  Kevin chimed in,
"no...shit", still laughing from me getting choked.  Kevin was stoned too and 
was very obvious.  "Jerkin' off?", I asked, interested in what he had to say.  
"Yeah, like every other guy in the world.  You know man, every guy does it...
and if he says he don't...he's lyin'".  "I know what ya mean", I agreed as I 
took another hit off the joint.  

     Jim looked deep into my eyes and seriously asked, "You jerk off alot?"  
I wasn't sure how to answer.  

"Ummm, why, do you?", I replied.  

"Well, I'm not a liar.  I sometimes do it five times a day.  Hell, sometimes I 
do it so much, I can't even get it up to fuck my girlfriend.  

"You got a girlfriend?"  I hesitantly asked. 

"Not really, just girls that I fuck", Jim said looking away.

"NO?!! , I replied with my eyes as wide as I could get them.  "Damn, I figured 
you'd have shitloads of girlfriends".  I quickly realized what I'd said.  I 
was worried he was thinking that I thought he was cute or something.  I wasn't 
sure how long it took, but I added, "I mean as much as you fuck". I was hoping 
I'd beat him to a conclusion.

     Jim is so much cuter than I remembered from last year.  He's a mix 
between Ethan Hawke and Johnny Galecki.  All of their best qualities are 
evenly rolled into one.  Jim was my first cousin.  His Mom is my Mom's sister.  

     Kevin on the other hand was my adopted first cousin.  His Dad was my 
Mom's brother.  He is a "mixed breed".  His real Dad was American and his
real Mom was Korean.  For the most part, he looked American but he had the
hair, eyes, and smooth olive complexion of a Korean.  I thought he was cute
too.  He looked a hell of a lot better than he did the last time I saw him.
He had let his hair grow and was wearing a Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers 
teeshirt and loose fitting jeans.  The "GRUNGE LOOK" as it's called today.

     So we're still standing there talking.  Jim keeps bringing up old girl-
friends and telling us stories about how he'd fuck 'em and leave 'em.  He 
would go into fine detailed stories about his sex capades with girls in his
school.  During one of the stories, he was telling us how he and another guy
held down this girl and fucked her.  I noticed Kevin was really getting into
this story.  He was leaning back on this tire that was sitting over next to 
us.  The sun was shining down from a hole in the roof and onto his crotch.  It
was as if his dick was in the spotlight.  I could see every inch of his hardon
through his pants.  I could even see it throb when he'd flex it.  This 
immediately gave me an erection.  Kevin's eyes were fixed on Jim's face as he
was telling us these graphic tales and my eyes were staring hard at Kevin's 
crotch.  

     The story went on for quite some time.  I was in a trance with Kevin's
box.  At one point I snapped out of my hypnotic stare, I looked up to see 
Kevin watching me watch him.  Jim was still going on, totally oblivious to 
our gazing.  My eyes wandered back down to Kevin's dick area as he covered it
with his hand and began squeezing it.  We all were severly toasted.  

     Jim began another story.  This one was about a double date he'd gone on
with his best friend.  I think he said his friend's name was Brad.  They had
gone on a date with these two nymphomaniacs that would fuck anything that 
moved.  Jim kept telling us that the girl he was with kept screaming that his
dick was too big and was hurting her.  I was getting into his story until I 
realized he was repeating this over and over again.  Finally, I looked over at 
Kevin and said, "You know Kevin, when guys tell people they have a big dick, 
they usually don't".  

"Fuck you!!"  Jim replied.

"Fuck you!!" I said, extending my middle finger in his face.

     The pott was really getting us out of control.  Kevin was sitting in the
same place laughing.  He calmed down long enough to say, "Yeah Jim, show us
your big dick", and continued to laugh.  

     Jim stood up and whipped his dick out.  He held it tightly as if he was
trying to cut off the circulation.  It had to have been at least eight inches
long and as big around as a shovel handle.  It was the largest 14 year old  
dick I'd ever seen in my life.

"Now, am I a liar?"  Jim said proudly.  

     My mouth dropped at the sight of his enormous dick. 

"Goddamn!"  It was the only word that came to mind.  

"Damn right".  Jim said shaking his shaft up and down. 

I shook my head to regain consiousness and said, "How'd you get that thing so 
big?"   

"A friend of mine has one of those dick sucker things that enlarges your dick.  
Plus beatin' off helps too.  And it just gets bigger and bigger each day".

     My mind was working.  "Hmmmm", I thought myself, "Why would he be playing 
with a friend's dick enlarger".  I smiled.

     Jim saw me smile and said, "What!!"

"Nothing".  I continued to smile.

"Tell me dammit!"  Jim said, forcefully.

"I just think it's neat how two guys can get together and play with a dick 
enlarger".  I said in the most understanding way I could.

"You don't have a jack off buddy?"  Jim asked.  I froze in my tracks and could
hear ringing in my ears.  "Holy shit", I thought, "Here I am sitting here
talking to my cousin who I've always thought was cute and he's talking about
having a jack off buddy".  I thought I was dreaming.  I wanted to say 
something that would better my chances of doing something with him.  I looked 
over at Kevin and asked, "Kev, do YOU have a jack off buddy?"  Kevin snapped 
out of his stoned daze and nodded his head.  "Really?", I asked.  He continued 
to nod his head...then pointed to Jim.   I felt a hot flash of anxiety flow
over me.  

"No shit".  I said, smiling.

"Yeah man, we've been doing it for what...(Jim looked at Kevin) about a year
now.  It's his Dad's dick enlarger that we use".  

Kevin moved his head side to side as if to say, "Yeah, something like that".

I was shocked and excited all at the same time.  "So, what do y'all do?"
"Nothin' much.  We usually just beat off and compare the amounts we cum".  

     My dick was growing out of my underwear.  "How often have y'all done it?"
I asked, extremely interested. 

"Oh, about once a day.  It all depends".  Jim said, looking back and forth 
between me and Kevin.

"On what?" I asked.

"On if we can get enough chances in the day".  

     Jim and Kevin live about four houses away from each other in South 
Alabama.  

     "Yeah, we usually meet at my house after school and beat off".  

     "Is that all y'all do?"  I boldly asked.

     Kevin interrupted, "Hey Jim, I bet you a dollar that I can shoot more
than you, right now".   

     "Why do you like losing your money like that?  You know I always win".  
Jim said, arrogantly.

     "Yeah, but Sean can be the judge this time".  Kevin added.

     Hell I wanted to join in and see if I could get in on this bet.  "I'll
bet y'all two dollars that I can shoot more than y'all", I said, unbuttoning
my dress pants.  I wasn't sure if I could beat there amounts but I was willing
to give up four bucks just to see both dick's at once.  

     "You got it?"  Jim asked.

     I took my wallet out of my back pocket and pulled out four ones.  Jim 
and Kevin began unzipping thier flies.  My pulse rate increased as I unzipped
my pants.  I was actually going to get to see both of their dicks.

     We moved over to an open area that was covered with dead grass.  It was
the only dry space we could find.  We all were holding onto our pants to keep
them from falling to our knees.  Jim and Kevin seemed at ease with this 
situation.  They sat down next to each other and slid their pants down to 
their thighs.  Jim's legs were lightly tanned and muscular.  There was only a 
little hair covering his thighs.   He was wearing olive green boxers that were 
bunched up down in his pants.  Kevin was wearing white briefs that looked 
incredibly white in contrast to his dark asian skin.  He wasn't muscular at
all.  He had hairless little boy legs.  Both of their shirts were down
covering their dicks.  I could see their shirts poking out where their hard
dicks were sticking out.  

     I felt a little awkward and didn't know where to sit.  I didn't want to
sit in front of them as if I was some freak attraction at a state fair, so I
sat next to Kevin.  Jim spoke up and told me to sit in between them.  As they
moved away from each other, I finally got to see Kevin's dick.  It wasn't very
long but it was thick.  His balls were what looked the best.  The skin was
dark and I couldn't see a single hair on them.  His skin looked alot like 
chicken skin, only darker.  My legs touched Jim's and Kevin's.  Kevin's was 
smooth and Jim's were rough (from the hair).  They were both warmer than me 
and I was feeling alot more comfortable.  

     The first move was made by Kevin.  He was slowly beating his meat while
he looked over at my dick.  I felt like I needed to begin jacking off to 
increase his attention so I did.  My dick was already hard so I wasn't 
embarrassed about showing it.  It gets pretty small when it's soft.  As my 
hand slid down the shaft, I'd hold the skin against my balls, making it look
larger than it was.  

     "Shit Sean, you ain't hurtin at all".  Jim said.  "I always expected 
you'd have a little dick".

     "Wrong".  I said proudly.  

     I noticed a small drop of precum at the hole of my dick.  Kevin noticed
it too.  "Uh oh, Jim, he's oozing stuff out before you".  Kevin looked at me
and said, "Jim's usually does that too and that's why he always shoots more".

     I turned my attention to Jim.  He was beginning to jack off at warp 
speed.  He wanted to win.  

     I could see as I looked back and forth, our balls bouncing up and down.
I said, "this looks like we're juggling".  Jim and Kevin laughed, then 
continued what they were doing.  It took us a while of jacking off before I 
heard Kevin moan then say, "Here I go, guys".  His words were agitated as his
beating off hand caused his voice to shake.  I looked over just in time to see
Kevin raise his shirt and shoot a small puddle of cum onto his stomach.  He
kept stroking his dick to bleed his dick for all of it's liquid.

     I felt myself near explosion.  Seeing Kevin's cum soaked stomach had 
stirred my own balls in to near eruption.  I turned to watch Jim's fist 
assault his big dick.  Just as my flood of semen shot up the canal of my dick, 
Jim let out a grunt, raised his shirt and began pouring his seed onto his
tight muscular belly.  We were neck and neck.  With each strand of cum that
shot out of his dick, I'd match it.  Hearing the sounds of him having an
orgasm made me shoot more and more.  From the looks of it, he had won.  

     "You lose...pay up"  Jim said, out of breath.  With that, I reached down
between my legs and clutched the base of my cock, right above my balls.  I
milked and squeezed the channel that runs along the underside of my dick and
stroked it towards the head.  The most cum I'd ever seen bellow out of my
piss slit deposited onto the previous load.  

     "Fuck!".  Jim exclaimed, grabbing his dick to do the same.  He attempted
the same trick and a couple of droplets oozed out.  

     Just to make it look better, I scooped my hand across my belly and 
gathered my load into a huge lake around my belly button.  Jim did the same
and asked Kevin to be the judge.  Poor Kevin had only shot about a teaspoon
and here we were with several tablespoons upon us.  

     "Damn, it looks like Sean won", Kevin said, staring at my covered 
stomach.  "That's alot".

     We were still pretty fucked up from that pinestraw-tasting pott.  

     "You want it?"  Jim asked looking from his stomach at Kevin.

     This got my attention.  Kevin wiped his little dab of semen off his belly
and flung it to the ground, glazing the dead grass.  Jim began collecting his
load into one lump area of his stomach.  

     "I don't know".  Kevin said, shyly.

     "Want what".  I asked very interested.

     "Kevin likes to eat it off me after we jack off together".  Jim said 
looking at Kevin.  "Don't you, Kev?"  

     Kevin shuffled around and shyly said, "I'd better not".

     "Sean don't mind.  You can eat his too".  I liked what I was hearing.

     "What do you think?"  Kevin asked me like a little boy wanting some 
candy.

     "S'cool with me, if you want it, you can have it".  I said, really 
wanting to say, "Get your ass over here and suck this shit off my stomach, 
Goddammit!!"

     Kevin walked over in front of Kevin and knelt down.  He moved his head
towards Jim's belly and placed his lips to his abdomen.  I watched as his 
mouth made it's journey over Jim's soaked skin, slurping up the globs of cum
along the way.  I could see the thick white goo disappear into Kevin's mouth.

     I was getting another hard-on, and before Kevin could finish cleaning Jim
up, I was starting to beat off again.

     "You goin' again?"  Jim asked.

     "This is great.  I never expected this", I said, frantically jabbing my  
fist up and down my shaft.

     Kevin raised back up, still on his knees.  Seeing the cum on the end of
Kevin's nose and chin got me ready to explode again.  I continued jacking off
as Kevin made his way to my cum-drenched stomach.  I could smell the shampoo
in Kevin's hair as his head passed up and down my abdomen.  His lips tickled 
as they vacuumed up my seed.  My stomach has never really been an erogenous 
zone until now.  His tongue and lips left no area untouched.  The second he 
began sucking my load out of my belly button, I felt the first wave of my 
second orgasm of the day.

     "Here I go!" , I announced.

     "Shoot it in his mouth",  Jim suggested in an excited tone of voice.

     Kevin moved back and let the first stream of cum fly on to my chest.  
As fast as lightning, his mouth engulfed the head of my dick.  I felt the
remainder of my load empty from my balls and dispense in his mouth.  He sucked
what was left in me into his hot little mouth.

     Kevin leaned back on his heels.  His cheeks were full and he still hadn't
swallowed my first load.  He tilted his head back and opened up his mouth to 
show us how much he had taken in.  

     "Swallow it", Jim said as he moved up to get a better view inside Kevin's
mouth.  

     I moved up too to see just how much was in there.  With his head tilted
back, my cum had filled his mouth up to his teeth.  This was too much.  

     Kevin slowly closed his mouth, letting the air escape his lips.  A small 
drop of cum blew from his lips and ran down the side of his mouth.  He closed 
his eyes and swallowed.  I could hear a gulping sound in his throat.  That was 
the first load.  He swallowed two more times before his mouth was free of my 
seed.  Kevin burped and smiled.  He turned around and sat down between us.  I 
could smell the strong odor of our cum on his breath.

     We dusted ourselves off and made our way back up to the house.  It was 
time to eat.  The munchies had taken over Jim and I, and we were ready to
pig out.  Kevin was full.  He'd already had his meal.   

     Family reunions aren't so bad afterall.