Date: Tue, 10 Jan 2012 22:16:44 -0800 (PST)
From: kevwriter85@yahoo.com
Subject: Comforted-by-Cousin-John-Chapter-6

The following is a work of fiction.  None of this ever really happened.


Thursday went by in a blur.  I was on an emotional high from Nate's hug and
kiss on the cheek the night before.

There was no soccer or hockey that day, so I wasn't going to have
one-on-one shower time with Nate.  Which was okay actually because I was
stressed about springing wood in the showers.

I saw him a couple of times in the halls, and we sat together (with about
five or six other people) at lunch.  They packed us in tight at the lunch
table, and we were sitting side-by-side.  We were both talking to other
people.

He let his thigh push up against mine.  No one could see it.

We were both wearing shorts, so I could feel the hair on his legs touching
my legs.  I had less hair than he did, almost a pubescent boy.  Some people
have wiry hair that feels rough.  His was soft and downy, and there wasn't
a lot of it, but it was noticeably there.  I started to spring wood.

We were both leaning our elbows on the table.  I was to his left, and my
right elbow was right up against the middle part his forearm.  I put my
left hand behind my elbow, and extended my fingers so that they touched his
forearm.  He didn't pull his arm away.

With the back of my fingers, I stroked the hair there a little.  No one
could see that either.

I pushed my fingers farther and felt the warmth of his skin.  By now, my
cock was as hard as titanium.

I didn't hear a word that was said in the table conversation.

At the end of the day, we walked out the front door together.  When we
parted, him towards the student parking lot, and me towards the front curb
where my brothers were waiting, we said our goodbyes, and he placed his
hand on my lower back.  I think this is a lot more intimate than patting
someone on the upper back.  It is sort of like saying, "I care."

It may seem strange that I was a little shy around Nate, after my previous
weekend with John.  But, we weren't family, the roles were sort of
reversed, he was older, and I was not so forward with him.  I was trying to
figure a way, however, to get him alone, trying to figure out a way to get
really intimate with him.

Plus, I wondered if I was reading too much into his behavior.  Maybe he was
being super nice because of my situation with my mom, and he had no desire
for sexual intimacy at all.

That night, my dad told me that he was going to be really busy over the
weekend with stuff for Chris and Michael.  Friday night hockey did not get
over until 10:15, and then we had it again at noon on Saturday.  He asked
if I thought I might be able to sleep over at Nate's house, if I thought
his parents would mind.  I tried to contain my ebullience, and said I would
call and ask him.

When I called his house, his mom answered, and she straight away told me
that she was sorry about my mom, and that if we needed anything, we should
call her.  Indeed, she was one of the people who dropped off a hot dish
over the weekend for us.

I told her that my dad was wondering if I could sleep over at their house
after hockey the next night, and she said, "Oh, we would love to have you!
Nate has been talking about you nonstop.  Let me let you talk to him."
This was certainly positive.

Nate came on the phone; you could hear the smile in his voice.  I told him
why I was calling, and he said, "That would be great!"  We agreed that I
would ride home with him after the afternoon soccer and lacrosse practices.
After we hung up, I packed a bag for an overnight.

I jerked off twice before I went to sleep, thinking of both John and Nate,
and even then I was awake until after midnight.

The next day crawled by.  Classes were interminable.  Soccer was good.  I
could see the lacrosse team on the next field, and both of us got worked
out.

This time, when I got to the locker room to take my shower, Nate was
already done.  The soccer team was late getting in the shower, having to
run laps.  He was putting on his deodorant when I came in, and waved at me.
When I got out of the shower, he was sitting on the bench next to my
locker, fully dressed.  Everyone else on his team was gone, and the rest of
my team was in the next group of lockers, so it was just Nate and me.

He looked gorgeous in his clothes, with his still-wet hair.  He smiled his
beautiful smile at me, and blurted out, "Hey!  I am psyched about your
coming over."  I was taken by how outgoing he was with me.  As long as I
had known him, he never said much.

I took off the towel wrapped around my waist and used it to dry myself from
foot-to-head.  Nate kept his eyes on mine, but would glance down
periodically to look at my body.  By the time I was toweling off my hair,
my cock was slightly full, but not hard.  I took my time with the towel
draped over my face to allow him to look at my cock.  I pulled on my
boxers, and there was quite a tent in front.

I asked him how his practice went, and he said, "Fine, except I pulled a
muscle in my back."  I stopped my toweling off and asked him, "Where?"

He turned around and pointed at the left shoulder blade area, so of course
I went over and touched it.

"Here?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's it.  Could you massage it a little?"

I used the palm of my hand, and gently rubbed in circles.

He said, "Oh, that feels better."

My cock quickly filled up to full mast.  I reached in the elastic band and
pulled my cock so that it was pointing straight up.  My boxers were sort of
baggy with pleats, and my cock was easy to hide.  Nate was facing away from
me, so he didn't see it.

I backed away and headed back to my locker.  Just then, one of my teammates
came around the locker corner, and Nate got up suddenly and opened his
locker.  We weren't really doing anything at that point, but the fact that
Nate did that told me that he saw our private chats and touching as
something to keep under the radar.

"Will you be able to play tonight?" I asked.

He said, "Yeah, it should be fine."

We went to Nate's house and had supper with his family.  His sister was
six-years-old and his brother was three.  They were really cute.  I liked
the closeness of his family.  It was something that I had missed; two
parents who loved and cared for each other and it showed.

I noticed also that his parents were very affectionate with their kids.
His dad was named Charles, and his mother was Marcia.  Charles touched Nate
a lot, touching him on the shoulder and pulling him into hugs and what-not.
At one point, at one point, they were joking around, and Charles had his
arms around Nate from behind, and he playfully nibbled his sixteen-year-old
son's neck.  Nate shrieked with delight.  His face was lit up.  At that
moment, he seemed like a little boy with a beatific smile.  I was attracted
to him and his family immensely.

Nate sat next to me and several times put his hand on my shoulder.  It was
a gesture of care and affection.

After hockey that night, we again showered at the rink.  This time, I took
my time and paid much attention to soaping my whole body, but especially my
ass.  Nate was doing the same, and his cock got bigger than the last time.
He seemed a little embarrassed.  Mine chubbed up also, but I didn't turn
away.  We still didn't verbally acknowledge the other's boner.

When we got home that night, we went up to Nate's room.  He had a
nice-sized room with a queen-sized bed and a private bathroom.  His room
was on the second floor, whereas his parents' and siblings were on the
first floor, on the opposite end of the house.  We had some privacy.

We lay on his bed and watched television for a while, and chatted about
nothing.  I got up, stripped down to my boxers, and went into his bathroom
to pee and brush my teeth.  With braces, it took me twice as long.  Nate
came in while I was brushing my teeth.  He had also stripped down to his
briefs.  He walked over to the toilet to take a leak.  He pulled his briefs
down to hook them under his balls.

The entire wall had a mirror on it, so I could see him pee very well from
just a few feet away.  To me there is something really erotic about
watching a guy pee.  I have no interest or desire in water sports or
drinking urine, but the sight of a schlong-as-a-fire-hose is really quite
manly.

Holy Moly, was his cock pretty!  It was so full, but not hard, a specimen
of beauty.  It had to be six inches hanging down.  He drained his lizard,
and finished, shook it a few times, and tucked it away.

He stepped over and stood next to me to brush his teeth.  His arm touched
minge just below the shoulder, and he was so warm.  I reached up and
touched his back and asked him, "Is your back still sore?"

He said, "A little.  Could you press on it?"

To steady him, I put my left hand around the front of his left deltoid,
with my fingertips on his pectoral, and used my right hand to push on his
upper back.

He said, "Oh, man!  That feels great!  Push harder."

I said, "Let's go back to your bed and let you lie down, then I can really
push."

He said, "Okay, let me brush my teeth."  I stood there and watched him, and
I couldn't get out of my head the thought of him making oral love to his
toothbrush; sort of like watching someone eat a banana.

After he finished, we walked over to his bed, and he pulled back the covers
and climbed up on it and laid face down.  I climbed up and straddled his
butt, and settled down on it.  My cock was up in the air a bit, and by now,
was as hard as a submarine.

Using both hands and the weight of my upper body, I placed my palms down on
his upper back and began to push down.  I used circular motions of both
hand, pressing firmly into his muscles.

Nate said, "Oh, yeah, Kevin, that's it."  He head was turned to the left,
and he pushed his face into the pillow.

I firmly massaged his upper back, and went up and then gently massaged his
deltoids and his neck.  He didn't say anything, but I could feel him
relaxing under me.

I was going for broke.  I massaged down his left arm, working his biceps
and triceps, and went down to his forearms and massaged the muscles there.
With his hair, this part of his body was very erotic.

To reach his forearms, I had to lean forward, and this brought my cock down
until it sat down in his brief-covered ass crack.  He raised his ass up,
ever so slightly.  He reached under with his left hand and adjusted
himself.

I worked my way back up his arm to his shoulder, and as I did, my hand
gently stroked under his armpit.  I gently teased the pit hair, trying not
to tickle him.  He tensed up a bit, but didn't move.

I repeated my massage with the right arm, and when I get back to his neck,
went up and lightly stroked his ear

I changed from pressing hard into his back to gently rubbing my hands on
his skin.  I worked my way down his back and scooted down to rub his lower
back.  He had a slight treasure trail on his back leading down underneath
the backside of his briefs, and this is the second sexiest thing that I
like on a guy.  I pulled on the hair a little for about a minute; not hard
enough to bother him, but he knew I was intrigued.

I scooted farther down and began massaging his calf muscles, slowly, up and
down.  Then I went down to his feet.  I don't have a foot fetish, but his
feet were mighty fine.  Instead of stroking them, which I felt would surely
move away from where I wanted this to go, I gently pushed my thumb on the
plantar surfaces.  He giggled a little, so I stopped.

Slowly, I worked my way back up his calves and thighs.  Again, he had the
downiest leg hair that was so manly.  As I got to the top of his thighs, I
slipped my fingers under his briefs, ever so slightly.  Then I took each
hand and wrapped it around his upper left thigh, so that my thumbs were on
the top.  Then they slipped under his briefs.

Then, I let the index finger of my right hand slip up under the briefs
right between his legs, and I felt his perineum and his nut sac.  He sucked
in his breath and spread his legs a little.

I immediately pulled back and slid my hands up his back to his back and
then his shoulders.  I leaned forward again, so that my forearms were in
complete contact with the muscles of his back.  My cock came back down into
the crack of his ass, and there was a wet spot where the tip pushed up like
a tent pole.  I was leaking profusely.

I kissed Nate gently on the spine between the shoulder blades.  As I kissed
him, I sent a pulse through my cock, kind of like when you are pissing and
are trying to push out the last eight milliliters of piss.  This was met
with him pushing back with his ass.  Both of our movements were very
subtle.

He lifted his head and said, "Let me do you now."


More to come.  Let me know what you think.