Date: Sun, 07 Sep 2003 00:21:04 -0400
From: Kevin Author <kevinauthor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cousin Chris

I didn't know my cousin well early in grade school. My family lived in a
small town in Indiana while my cousin lived in California. He is older by me
than a year.
One of my first memories is driving three days to the coast as a third
grader to visit my aunt, uncle and Chris. With a three-bedroom house, my
parents took one guest room while I shared my cousin's room.
  I was eight and Chris was nine. We were just typical kids that could have
passed for brothers. We both were about 5 1/2 feet with sandy blond hair and
slender builds, with my cousin being slightly taller and bigger. My eyes are
blue and my cousin's are brown. We were different in temperament. I was more
quiet and introspective while my cousin was wild and aggressive. Being in
California he seemed more worldly.
  Back home, all our neighbors were pretty much girls. It was a semi-rural
area on the edge of town so I had not had a lot of opportunity to play with
boys other than in the school yard.
   I really didn't even know sex existed. Not that I wasn't aware of my
penis. I was rather well-endowed for a pre-pubescent boy with four inches.
Not knowing any better, a couple of years earlier I had pranced around the
living room in my little white undies with a rock hard erection pointing
straight up, innocent and oblivious to anything it signified. My dad yelled
at me that I was being nasty, which confused me, but my mother laughed and
said don't worry.
   My biggest sexual experience to that point had been playing doctor with a
female cousin, who once showed me how she had fun by soaping up the bathtub
and sliding along. (There must be a little more stimulation for girls than
boys, eh?)
  By the last night of our vacation, Chris and I had fully bonded,
constantly playing in the yard or horsing around in the back seat as we
traveled to the beach or hike in the foothills. There was lot of touching as
we played football, threw Frisbee or swam in the ocean.
  As we settled in the for the last night, my cousin and I were playing on
his bed, grabbing and pinching each other as we wore our floppy pajamas.
Nothing real violent, just sort of wrestling around and giggling.
  We grabbed arms, legs and feet. After a while, we tired somewhat and
entered into a slower paced movement as we faced each other, smiling and
still giggling in the moonlight coming through the window.
  At one point, he decided to grab me "down there," which caused a fit of
giggling among both of us. I decided that this deserved tit for tat and did
the same. That caused yet another fit of giggles.
   "I dare you to hold onto me there," he said.
   I reached over and got a handful of his crotch, which was soft. He
giggled as I held on for about five second.
"Dare you back," I said. He held on for about 10 seconds and I began to feel
my boner coming alive. He had a bit of a shocked look on his face and then
stifled a laugh.
  "You do it," he said. I reached over and did the same. He was already
hard.
   We kept taking turns holding onto each other, but were too young to know
about rubbing or even taking our clothes off. After a while we tired of our
game and went to sleep.
    I really hated to leave my cousin the next day since neither of our
families were wealthy and trips back and forth weren't that frequent. We
would get to say hi on the phone once in a while, but that was about it.
   A couple of years later, though, my aunt, uncle and cousin moved back to
Indiana. My uncle had lost his job and I think my aunt wanted to get back to
the safety of the nest.
  By this time, I was about 5 foot 8 and my cousin was an inch taller. He
weighed about 125 pounds and I weighed about 120. It was fun to have my
favorite playmate around more often, although we still lived about 10 miles
apart.
  I clearly remember when we started our sexual play again.
We were sitting on the floor of my bedroom after dinner playing with our
Matchbox cars and drawing pictures with crayons and pencils. My bedroom was
upstairs away from everything and the adults were downstairs. The steps were
real creaky and the door of my bedroom was closed, so we were off in our own
little world.
   I was starting to go through puberty, but didn't have any hairs. The
erections were frequent, but I was amazingly still ignorant of their
purpose.
   As we were playing with our cars, one of my erections popped up. By that
time my dick was about five inches and it was very visible in my tight
cutoff jeans.
   My cousin laughed and pointed at it. I laughed, too. Then he got an
erection, which caused more laughter among both of us.
  Without a word, we resumed the game we had played several years earlier in
the bed.
  I reached over to my cousin's lap where I could see the bulge stick over
towards his left leg. I gently grabbed as much of it as I could hold in one
hand for a few seconds, although it felt like an eternity. Little bells that
I didn't understand were starting to go off in my brain. He reached over to
me and with his eyes sparkling grabbed ahold of my boner.
   It felt so good. We traded back and forth that way for a while and I was
getting a warm feeling. Without saying a word, Chris unsnapped the button on
his jeans and slipped down the zipper.
    Barely lifting his butt off the floor, he slid down his pants. I could
see his boner outlined strongly against the white cotton underwear. I
grabbed over once more. The tactile sensation was so much stronger. I could
feel the shape more distinctly. I could feel a warm heat.
  He reached over towards me and I loosened my jeans and slid them down. He
reached over towards me.
   All of the sudden, we heard the door at the bottom of the stairs flew
open and my aunt yell, "Chris, COME ON LET'S GO!"
  We both got an embarrassed look and zipped up our pants. I can remember we
sort of half smiled shyly at each other. As my aunt started to yell again,
we burst out the door, ran down the hall way and down the stairs.
   There were months of frustration after that.
  I would see my cousin, but there never seemed to be a time we were alone.
His little sister or my little sister seemed to be constantly underfoot,
especially if we were over at his house. Thoughts of our little game were
constantly popping up in my head from when I woke up with a hardon in the
morning to during classes and when I went to sleep.
  A few months, later, though, we were again in my bedroom. The two sisters
weren't anywhere near and Chris and I started to play again.
  This time things progressed more rapidly. After a few minutes of holding
each other's erections, we let down our pants. After a few minutes more of
that, we started pulling the elastic on each other's underwear.
  At first, neither of us could see much of anything. We were just giggling
and letting the elastic snap back. Then, we each started getting more
aggressive, trying to pull the elastic down further.
  Finally, my cousin became bold. He grabbed both sides of my underwear and
yanked them down past my buttocks. Five inches of hard boy meat flew out
into the open.
  He put up little struggle when I returned the favor. I looked carefully at
his penis, which looked like a twin to mine. We were both cut and had long
slender peaches-and-cream shafts with a light brown circumcision scar. The
heads of our penises each stood out slightly with a pinkish, slightly purple
tint. The heads flared back from the tip.
  At that point both of us had our eyes full, but we seemed to get a bit
timid. Instead of grabbing some more, I finally picked up a pencil and
started drawing a picture of his dick. It wasn't any detailed drawing, just
the outlines of it. I did do it about life size, though.
  "Oh my God," he said as he looked at it and then giggled. He picked up a
pencil and then proceeded to sketch me. We held up both of them and laughed.
We started arguing quietly about who drew the better picture and which one
had a bigger.
    Then an idea popped in my head.
    "Stand up," I told him. He did and I told him to stand by a low dresser.
I put a piece of paper on top of it and then pushed him gently until his
boner was laying on top of it.
    "What are you doing?" he asked. I picked up a pencil and then put a
thumb on top of his penis to hold it still. I could feel his hardon, which
gave slightly as I held on. He was sort of snickering, but definitely was
not resisting. I put the pencil near the base of his penis and started
tracing around it. As the pencil moved up toward the head, his hard on
started to move. I readjusted my hand so that the thumb and forefinger were
holding it on each side.
  "You're holding my boner!" he exclaimed quietly. I shushed him and
finished tracing around him.
  Of course, then he had to do me. Only, he got a better grip from the
start. I giggled as he did the tracing and got a tingly feeling as he moved
the pencil around.
  It was all so innocent, though, neither of us knew much of anything about
sex. What little we did know related to boys and girls, not boys and boys.
  We held the pictures on top of each other and held them over a lamp. My
cousin's was a bit bigger than mine, but not by much.
  As we stood there comparing the drawings, our hardons were still waving in
the air, with our underwear pulled down just below our crotches. Despite my
ignorance, my hardon was starting to give me ideas.
  "Why don't you put your mouth around it," I told my cousin. "You do it
first," he said. I remember debating it in my mind. Wasn't that part of your
body really dirty?
"I'll put my mouth around it, but I won't touch it," I said. I leaned
forward and did just that. I made a big "O" with my lips and moved it
carefully over the head for just a few seconds. I was careful not to touch.
  Then, he did the same to me. We were both laying on the floor and he
leaned over, his head zeroing in on my lap. I held my boner with one hand so
it would stick out. As he slid his lips past, I could feel his hot breath on
my boner even though he wasn't actually touching it. The feeling was
incredibly intense. I could feel each breath and a warm moist heat.
   But we were acting like it was just another game and in a way it was. It
was a game that on the verge of puberty we just didn't quite know how to
play.
  I got a little bolder when it was my turn and closed my lips around his
hardon. I didn't use my tongue or anything. I didn't slide it back and
forth. Neither of us knew anything about technique. I had never heard the
word blowjob and knew nothing about jacking off. Neither of us had ever cum.
  We did each other a few times this way and although the experience was
intense, that's as far as it got. After a while, it was time for him to go,
so we zipped up our pants and went downstairs.
  I didn't see my cousin for a couple of weeks, but the game was emblazoned
on my mind. I would be in the middle of class and spring a boner thinking
about what me and my cousin did.
   When we got back together, privacy seemed an impossibility. We would
sneak away when we could. I remember playing tetherball in the basement of
his house. The loser had to put his mouth on the dick of the winner. We
played a fast and furious game, which I ended up losing.
    He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the laundry room at the other end
of the basement. He pulled open the door, pulled me inside and then shut it.
With his back against the door, he pulled down the fly on his zipper and
hauled out his hardon.
I moved forward and put my mouth around it. This time I didn't make a big
"O" I just put my lips around it and closed. My tongue was rubbing along the
bottom of it and I remember feeling the smooth texture of the bottom of his
hardon, which throbbed in my mouth and he worked the little muscles in it. I
had it in my mouth for about 10 seconds when I could hear his sister start
clomping down the stairs to the basement.
   "Damn," he said, zipping up his pants. I felt a deep sense of
frustration, but those few seconds of his dick in my mouth were burned into
my brain.
   We had a similar experience a few weeks later in the bathroom of our
grandparents house. This time it was his turn. I loved the warmth and heat
of his mouth. Once again, though, we were interrupted.
  The night that would change everything though was just a few weeks away.
We were both on summer vacation and talked our parents into letting us stay
a week at grandma and grandpa's house. My grandparents slept downstairs and
my cousin and I each had a bedroom upstairs.
   While we played outside during the day, we came up with a plan for the
night.
   After our grandpa went downstairs for the night, I snuck into Chris's
room. His face lit up as I came into the room, where he had a night light
on. My cousin was beautiful with a smooth face and blond hair combed in the
middle. All the years of knowing I was only supposed to pay attention to
little girls started to melt away.
  I tip toed towards the bed and he held the covers open. I crawled inside.
After all the frustration, I wasn't about to wait.
   He wiggled and pulled down his pajamas. I couldn't see under the covers,
but I felt my way down past his flat belly. His hardon was sticking up.
Neither one of us still had a hair, but our dicks had grown another inch or
so in the past few months. I ran my hand along it and it seemed to be about
six inches long and thick like one of the bratwursts we had for dinner
earlier that night. I reached forward and wrapped my mouth around it. He let
out a sigh and I had a sense of deep satisfaction, power and control. I held
him in my mouth for what seemed like minutes, but it could have been for
just a few seconds, the way my mind was spinning.
I leaned back on the pillow and then he crawled under the covers and did the
same. It felt absolutely awesome.
   We flipped back and forth a few times getting rather worked up. We pulled
off our pajamas and underwear to make everything easier.
   Then I hurriedly slid my mouth down his boner when I put it in on one of
my turns. He whined with pleasure and told me to do it again. I did it
several times and he started moaning and saying how good it felt.
   I wanted to see what it felt like, so I came up for air and told him to
do the same thing. As I laid back, I went from being innocent to being a
horny adolescent. It just felt so good. He would wrap his lips around the
head and then use his tongue on the underneath. He would slide his mouth
down, a few times scraping a little with his teeth, which had me yelping a
bit.
  We switched back and forth a few times. I enjoyed the feeling of power
that I had over him when I slid my mouth down and made him moan. The feel of
his penis in my mouth was wonderful, the heat and the texture created a buzz
in my brain.
   We were doing it all so quietly, because we didn't want to risk making a
noise and have grandpa come up the stairs to see what was going on.
   The intensity kept building, but then Chris had an idea that really took
us over the top. He was lying on his side and told me to get on my side so
that my face was opposite his crotch and mine was opposite his. I had heard
an older neighbor boy joking about the number 69, but he wouldn't explain
what it meant. Chris's idea seemed like a novelty that we had just thought
up on the spur of the moment.
  I positioned myself and then we started playing a game again. I stuck out
my tongue and touched the tip of his penis. He did the same to me. We
quietly giggled. He held my hardon with one hand and then licked down the
side. I started doing the same to him and then we started licking each other
like we were eating an ice cream cone.
  Waves of pleasure started going through my head. I loved the different
textures. We would tongue the firmness on the top of our shafts and then the
more spongy ridge along on the bottom. Then we both put out lips all the way
around the heads. That was the best. Pleasure was flowing through my body
and we both were starting to grunt and groan.
We started sliding out mouths up and down. At first it was gentle, but we
started realizing that faster felt even better. We started building a faster
and faster tempo. We seemed to be working as one, our hard breathing and
mumbled groans of pleasure signaling how we both felt. I started to get a
tingling feeling that went from my hardon right into my brain. It felt like
a sneeze only it was just pure pleasure building and building. Apparently,
Chris was feeling it, too. We were both snorting and we rapidly moved out
mouths back and forth. Pleasure reinforced pleasure.
   Then it happened. He pushed hard into my mouth and let out a gasp, all
the while keeping his mouth moving up and down my shaft. I could feel
something warm and hot start coming out of the tip of his penis. The flavor
filled my mouth. I went into overload myself. The sneezing feeling built up
incredibly and all of the sudden my penis seemed to explode in his mouth. In
the darkness of the room, I saw stars and colors. I was still moving my
mouth up and down his hardon, though, each of us making sure the other
experienced when he was going through.
  "What was that?" I whispered to him as we quieted down. "That's called
cumming," he said. "That's the seed that makes babies."
  We both agreed we liked the taste, which was sweet and salty. We
rearranged ourselves so that we were facing each other and lying on our
sides head to head. I looked at my cousin and realized how much I loved him.
His eyes shimmered as he looked at me. I could see a bit of saliva on the
corner of his mouth, or was it maybe some of my cum?
I leaned forward to lick it and my tongue ended up jabbing through his lips.
That felt good, too. He liked it and pulled me forward with both hands on my
back. My tongue slid further inside and I could taste my cum inside his
mouth. Then he pushed his tongue into my mouth. It felt so good. We started
dueling back and forth. Being so young, our hard ons had never gone down. We
grabbed each other and with the saliva still on them our hands started
slipping and sliding. Another new experience was unfolding.
  We kept kissing and moaning. Realizing how the spit lubricated everything,
we licked our hands repeatedly. We were kissing passionately. I would probe
his mouth with my tongue, feeling his teeth, the roof of his mouth and
dueling with his tongue. He would do the same to me. I felt like our bodies
were merging and blending together. We became more and more frenzied as the
minutes went on and our hands were working on each other frantically. That
sneezy feeling was building again. I couldn't stop and felt myself throbbing
in his hands. He could sense what was happening and sucked my tongue like it
was a cock. Then I felt him groaning
We were kissing and cumming.
I could feel the spurts of cum coming out of my dick. The waves of pleasure
were immense. We slowly wound down on the kissing. I looked at his face and
ran my hand through his hair. His eyes were sparkling with satisfaction.
After a few minutes, I reluctantly went back to my bed. It was clear we both
immensely enjoyed what we had just done. There were no big issues or
feelings of guilt. We were cousins who had just shared the ultimate feelings
of love with each other.
  More would be ahead.

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