Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2012 07:03:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: kevwriter85@yahoo.com
Subject: Comforted by Cousin John Chapter 9

Chapter 9

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


Nate and I climbed out of bed and looked out the window.  There was fresh
snow everywhere.  It was late in the season, so not a lot of snow, but the
temperature was at the level where there was freezing of the top layer, and
they had apparently called off the hockey practice.

We got dressed and went down to the kitchen.

His dad was there.  They had one of those tall counters with the stools,
and he was sitting there, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the
newspaper.  He said, "Hey guys, you want some breakfast?"

Is (was) the pope Polish?  There is something about being 15 and pumping
out a bucket of cum that makes you really hungry.

"Yeah, Dad, that would be great!" Nate said.

I nodded my head in agreement.  His dad looked at me.  His eyes were
generous and kind.

I was silent.

In time, I became very close to Nate's dad.  In fact, he was the first
person my dad's age to whom I was able to talk as a peer.  He became one of
my biggest influences, and he accepted me completely.  I was able to
confide in him things that I cannot do with anyone, even today.  This is a
little off-topic, but he helped me be complete in who I was (read: gay...he
knew from the beginning) more than anyone else (besides Nate).  I think
that all teenage boys need men who are not their fathers, and with whom
they do not have a sexual relationship, but whom they can trust, can talk
to, and with whom they can identify and emulate.  Nate's dad Charles was
that man for me.

He made pancakes and scrambled eggs and bacon, and, holy moly, it was the
best breakfast I had ever eaten!  Nate's mom and brother and sister joined
us, of course, and we all got along famously.

After we were done eating, we went into the garage (which was heated) and
hit a ball back and forth to each other with our hockey sticks.  We talked
quite a bit about nothing and everything.  He asked me about the weekend
with my cousin, and I just said, "We had a nice time."  Nate smiled at me
and said, "Sounds awesome."

After noon, after the streets were plowed, Nate said he would run me back
to my house.  We drove up to my house and my dad was out in the driveway
with the snow-blower, just finishing clearing the snow.  He smiled at us
and waved as we drove in.

Nate and I went up to my room.  He said, "So, this is where it happens!"  I
just giggled.  He pulled me into a hug, and I felt his downy, whiskered
cheek on the side of my forehead.  I loved it.

He leaned down and kissed me on the lips and I kissed back.  Our tongues
met and we kissed like that for about fifteen seconds.  Nate pulled away
from me, went over and closed my door, locked it, and came back.

He said, "Kevin, I can't help it; I need this again!"  He dropped to his
knees and pulled my loose jeans and underwear down in one tug.  My by-now
almost-full cock popped out and he caught it in his mouth, sort of like the
slow motion movies of the grizzly bears catching the salmon in midair.

He sucked with gusto, and went all the way down to the pube-nose position.
His hand came up and started jacking me as he sucked, and I headed towards
Nirvana.  Over three or four minutes, I gradually tensed every muscle in my
body, raised up on my toes, and shuddered my way into spoutage.  He drank
me down like it was last call.

Nate got up and kissed me again, and said, "I hope you don't mind."

I said, "No, not a bit.  Can I do you?"

We heard someone shut the door across the hall; maybe one of my brothers.

He said, "Tomorrow."

I said, "When?  How?"

He said, "I'll come over after church."

He kissed me again, and said, "I love you, and I am in-love with you,
Kevin."

I said, "I love you, too."

He walked out my door, down the stairs, out the front door, got into his
car and drove away.

I fell into my bed and fell into a deep, long sleep.





I woke up the next morning with my brother Tommy crawling into bed with me.
He was ten, and he really missed my mom.  Like I said in a previous
chapter, I have never had sex with either of my brothers, nor did I want
to.  But they both would come and cuddle with me.

We talked for a bit, and then my other brother Kirk joined us. He was
seven.  I got up to take a leak and brush my teeth, and when I came back to
the bed, I lay down on my stomach sideways on the bed.  My chin rested on
the edge of the bed, and my brothers climbed up to give me a backrub, which
I loved them doing.

We were there for about five minutes when my dad poked his head in the door
and said, "Kevin, Nate is here.  Tommy and Kirk, you guys need to get up."
This was met with a couple of "Oh, Dad!"s, but he was insistent, and the
guys got up to go downstairs with them.  I told my dad that he could send
Nate up.  When they were gone, I rolled onto my back, so that my head hung
off of the edge of the bed a little.

I heard Nate come bounding up the stairs, but his walk slowed as he came up
the hall.  He came through the door, quietly turned and closed it, and
again turned the lock.  I looked at him, and even though he was upside
down, he broke into a huge grin.  He took off his shirt, and slid his pants
down.  His cock was pointing straight out.

He said, "I was edging an hour before church."

I looked at him and said, "Bring it to me, baby."  He walked over, and with
me lying on my back, he dipped down a little and slid his cockhead into my
waiting mouth.  I tried to take it all the way, but I gagged a little.

He backed off immediately, and said, "Sorry," and I wuffled (that's a word
that I just decided means talking with dick in your mouth) "No problemo."
He let me suck on his crown, and I just could not get enough of it!  It
felt so soft and spongy and hard, all at the same time.

Nate leaned down and started kissing my stomach.  He pulled at my pubic
hair and then took my dick in his mouth.  This was all it took to push him
over the edge and my mouth suddenly filled with his warm syrup, sweet and
salty at the same time.  I swallowed like he had me the night before.

I wanted more.  I pulled his knees forward, and he hoisted them up onto my
bed, straddling my chest.  This brought his perineum to my mouth, and I was
desperate for it and for the treasure behind it.  I pulled his ass down and
forward and sunk my tongue into his rosebud.  He moved his hips back and
forth and my tongue went deeper.  At the same time, he leaned over and
sucked on the head of my dick.  We went like this for a few minutes.

He then swung around and pushed his lips to mine and pulled my tongue into
his mouth.  He sucked and then sat down on my cock, pushing firmly with a
look of determination on his face.  You all know what that is like: the
look of determination, but no pain.

He pushed down and my cock disappeared.  His body went slowly up and then
slowly down, and I glided in and out of his love channel.  Again, it
started as a tingling and slowly worked up to a crescendo and I went over
the edge.  As I crested, he leaned down and wrapped his arms around my
chest to my back and my arms went around his back.  I could smell his neck,
Could taste his skin, could feel the fine hairs on my lip, and could feel
his heart pounding on my chest as I emptied my balls into him.

Holy Moly!



More to come.  Let me know what you think.