Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2016 01:31:59 -0600
From: Steven Jefferson <gfcia1992@gmail.com>
Subject: Babysitting the cousin - PART 1

Babysitting the cousin - PART 1

I was 14 years old, well into puberty and loving it. My brother had taught
me the ways — not through hands-on instruction, just verbally,
unfortunately. Always a shame and even nine years later I still find myself
wishing I had the guts to try and initiate something.

But anyway, that's not what this story is about. Back when I was younger, I
would often spend a night or weekend at grandma's house. Home life was
fine, it was just something I chose to do.

At some point, my cousin Ryan, who was 9 at the time, decided he'd do the
same thing. So, I sort of acted as a babysitter. We would share a bed, both
of us sleeping in our underwear. At the time, I didn't have much interest
in boys so it was pretty much just normal sleeping at night — but he
eventually changed my mind. On some nights I would jerk off while he slept
unknowingly (I was a teenage, horny boy, after all).

One day Ryan and myself were watching TV alone in a living room. I was
wearing shorts and a T-shirt, reclining back in a chair. He was dressed and
rolling around on the floor with a fly swatter.

While focusing on the TV I began to feel something creep up my thigh. I
looked down and I'll be damned if my eyes don't meet a grinning, cute,
beautiful little boy staring back at me. I look from his eyes to my thigh,
where I see his hand holding the flyswatter that is now quickly approaching
my cock.

This was a weird feeling to me. Besides masturbating daily, my cock and
balls hadn't been approached like that — I was a complete virgin at the
time.

Ryan giggled as I told him to stop.

But he persisted, I haven't an idea to this day what got him going.

Soon enough, the flyswatter was abandoned, and it became a game to him. Now
he decided to attack it with his hand.

Initially, I met him with resistance, but he persisted. As his hand kept
creeping up my shorts, I began to give in — obviously starting to get
aroused at this point.

I'll reiterate that before this moment, I never realized I had an interest
in boys.

Finally, he struck gold. For the first time in my pubescent life, I had
another person's hand firmly around my balls.

He kept it there, as it had swelled to as hard as it had ever been. And he
sat there, by my feet, shooting me a tooth-filled grin.

That's when he asked to see it.

I was hesitant at first. It was well known in my family that being gay
wasn't necessarily something that would be welcomed. Through my head at the
time, the conundrum bothered me.

"I'm practically an adult!" I foolishly thought to myself. "He is a kid,
isn't this rape?"

I had eventually settled on the idea, however, that in this situation, if
anyone was getting raped, it was me.

He asked many times. And for many of those times I had built up the courage
to tell him "No," and then being able to take his hands off my rock hard
cock and get it fished out of my shorts.

Except for the last time. I finally gave in.

"Fine," I said, whispering at this point and making sure no one was around.
The grandparents were both upstairs — I could hear their TV. Ryan and
myself were alone in the basement living room.

So, I grabbed the waistband of my shorts, pulled down my hard cock, and
turned my attention to him.

I wasn't met with a grinning look. Instead, there's my cousin, mouth
wide-open, staring at my cock.

"THAT'S HUGE!" he said. "Holy crap!"

I, of course, could take this moment to brag, but being an athlete and
around showers in locker rooms, I knew that in the grand scheme of things,
this wasn't the case. At the time, my cock was probably about 4-5 inches,
even today it's only 6.5.

But I ... didn't find the time to correct him. Of course, relative to his
pre-pubescent cock, it was huge. So, that's what I went with and let him
believe ...

This sight must have satisfied him, because after touching it briefly, the
episode was over and the topic was finished. I briefly lectured him on how
important it was to keep this event between just us.

The rest of the day passed without much mention, but it simply didn't
escape my mind. He had piqued an interest in me he wouldn't have possibly
been able to understand.

I thought to myself, "I really enjoyed that. That can not be the last of
this." I had so many thoughts rushing through my mind: Was I gay? Was I bi?
Is this really the first time I had noticed a boy?

Looking back, it wasn't. I had noticed several but hadn't associated it
with being gay, or even sexual. My cock began to harden as I thought of my
classmates — teammates I saw naked or in their underwear in the locker
room. I thought of Ryan, and his boyish, youthful, amazing body. I knew
then he'd turn into a handsome young man and so far in his teen years he
hasn't disappointed.

As bedtime drew near, I know this wasn't going to be the last.

We were in bed and chatting, about total nonsense gibberish topics boys
typically partake in — mostly sports or video games.

But I gradually began to steer the conversation to what had happened
earlier. I decided that this needed to go further, and that I need to find
a way to make him interested.

"You know how you saw my cock earlier?" I asked.

"Yeah ... " he replied.

"Do you want to see it again?"

His eyes lit up, that told me what I needed to know.

I took off my underwear and presented my naked teen body to him. He began
to trace his hands over my body.

I jumped as he squeezed my balls and worked his hand up to my hard shaft. I
felt him touch the tip of my cock ...

"Eww, what's that?" he asked.

"Shhhh." I hissed. Our grandparent's room was right next door, I reminded
him of this. He apologized.

"That's pre-cum," I said.

"Weird," he replied as he went back to examining.

While I was really enjoying this, I wanted to advance this further. I asked
him to get naked too.

He did, I was amazed at his body. He was so smooth, not more than peach
fuzz in certain places. His circumcised boy cock stood as stiff as it
could, only about 1.5 inches and about as thick as a pencil.

I decided to ask him, "Do you know what cum is?"

No, he of course replied. I briefly explained what it was ... and that it
shoots out of your penis.

He of course wanted to see. I explained to him that in order for it to
happen, you first have to rub your penis.

He was intrigued, and asked me to do it. I said, I can show him BUT ...

"It's a lot of work, and I'm really kind of tired," I said, lying right to
his face — he bought it though.

"But I'll tell you what," I continued. "You can help and that would make it
a lot easier."

"OK," he responded, obviously not sure what to think.

I situated myself directly beside him, showed him what he needed to do and
told him to take over.

It was not a great hand job, however watching the little cutie so
determined while stroking my cock, his little hand barely able to grip it,
was plenty hot to make up for it. He worked up and down for a couple
minutes (I've never had the problem of cuming prematurely, then or now).

He asked if I was getting close — and I was. I didn't want to risk cum
getting on him and I wanted to make sure he could see it uninterrupted. So
when I was about to shoot, I took over. I began quickly jerking my cock,
adding a little twisting motion to excite the head to push myself over the
edge.

I lifted my ass off the bed and began pulsing ... shooting thick loads of
white, teen boy cum all over the bed. I had intended to aim for my belly,
but got lost in the moment (do you blame me?).

The first shot hit the mirror that sat behind our bed. The next shot landed
on my shoulder and pillow. The other five shots of cum landed on my chest
and stomach.

His face looked even more amazed and overcome than it did when he first saw
my cock.

___________

TO BE CONTINUED ... if you're interested. I began writing this as a single
entry, but decided there was a lot more to cover than I initially
anticipated. If you enjoyed, please send me feedback and let me know if
you're interested in more. I can continue with a second and final part, or
we can continue to proceed with this for multiple parts. This is my first
story on this site. I have enjoyed Nifty for a few years (have been
engulfed in a couple of series and have spewed many loads from them), so I
decided to write a selection of my own.