Date: Sat, 7 Feb 2004 16:33:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Kris S <kris_the_writer@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Cousin Holiday Fun"  part one (M/t/t Incest, Mast, Part-True)

Story:

Warning: This story describes sexual situations involving 14 and 17 year
old boys with their 20 year old cousin. Read no further if stories like
this offend you.

This is a partially true story.  This is a combination of fact and fantasy
from this past December.  90% of this part of the story is true, but if
people enjoy it the rest will be pretty much fantasy.

If you have comments or questions, you can e-mail me at:
kris_the_writer@yahoo.com

==========The Story==========

My room has never been more crowded.

I'm Kris, your average loser.  I'm 20 and a virgin.  Yup, a virgin.  I
fooled around with girls at 14, but never got their pants undone.  And the
same can be said for me, my pants seem to be bolted to my hips, no one
touches this dick but me.  And I'm frustrated as all hell.  Luckily my hand
and the smattering of toys I've purchased secretly keep me from blowing up.

Anyhow, back to my room.  Ever since Grandma died, we started holding
Chanukah at different family member's houses, and this time it's our turn
to hold it.  My mom wouldn't dream of not holding up her end of the deal.
Our house is a pretty good size anyhow, but we're going to fit 24 people
into where 5 usually live.  So in dividing up relatives and cousins, I
offered to put up my cousins Andrew and David in my room.  I never get to
see them, they live across the state and our families get together maybe
once a year other than Chanukah, so it would be nice to have them hang with
me.  We're close online, talk a lot, but having them here would be
different, plus there's some perks.  Mostly I wouldn't have to give up my
bed that I love for the floor downstairs.

The other perk is I get to drool all over them.  I'm bisexual, and they're
about as dreamy as you can get.  David's 17, an Adonis.  Six feet tall, a
cut 140 pounds.  Short blond hair, brown eyes, and thin as can be.  Just
enough muscles to show through his tight tan skin, but not a beefcake.
Andrew on the other hand had the perfect teen boy body.  14, blond hair and
brown eyes, but his hair is a little longer so it curls.  An identical
clone of David, but with the younger look and a foot shorter.  I'd jump
either of them at any moment if I had the guts.

But that's beside the point, these kids are perfect, and unfortunately,
David's straight.  He told me so in an instant messenger conversation where
he asked me how to have sex with his girlfriend, what tips he should know.
And since I wasn't going to say, I'm still a virgin, I made stuff up.  And
he's had sex several times, and it both gets me excited and breaks my heart
when he talks about it and asks for advice.  Andrew is probably just horned
as all fuck, I know I was at 14.  Picture two light blonde Hayden
Christensens (from Star Wars) in my house, that's what I'm stuck with for
the next week, and believe me that's a good problem.

Okay, let's not think about them anymore, because it's making it hard to
rearrange the furniture to get the cots in here with a bone in my pants.
My room is pretty nice to begin with, it's not huge (I got the shaft on the
big room when we moved because my brother had bunk beds at the time) but
it's a good size for me.  I've got a queen size bed, dresser and
nightstand, bookcase, an entertainment unit (complete with stereo
television, DVD/VCR and X-Box) and my own computer and desk.  It's pretty
well furnished, but to add two cots, that's a challenge.  After some
shimmying of furniture they're all in here, I just had to turn the desk a
little and swing my bed against the wall.  I put the nightstand in my walk
in-closet and we're set to go.

But again, my room has never been more crowded.  It's going to be a real
challenge for me to live with them for the next few days.  I'm pretty used
to being by my lonesome self most of the time.  My brother is 7 years
younger and my sister 10, so we don't have a lot in common and really
aren't that close.  My room is pretty much my sanctuary.  I live there, I
close the door and I'm in my own little realm.  Anymore those times its
closed my bone's probably out getting some attention.  That's my other
problem, I can't stop masturbating.  Yeah, I know it doesn't sound like a
problem, but there's times that it seems to dictate my life.  It's an
embarrassing problem, not the masturbation but the bone itself.  Number
one, it's not huge, only 5" long hard on and circumcised.  I think the
mohel who served at my bris took a little too much off.  I mean, I don't
have a lot to compare it to, the three or four soft ones I saw at the
health club were all longer, but those were quick glances.  Most guys on
IRC lie and say they're 8 or 9 inches.  But no matter how I measure, I
can't get above 5, and its a little embarrassing to me.  But it works fine,
in fact, it works overtime.  It goes up and is ready to go at every moment.
Looking at porn, thinking about sex, those are times you want it up.
Buying underwear, walking in the mall, giving reports in classes, those
times not so much, but it's up and ready those times too, just in case.
And believe me, every orgasm it's given me in my life has never made me
complain.  It will definitely be an adjustment for me, no more stroking off
three times a day with two boys in my room with me at all times.

Wednesday night their car pulled in, the five of them unloaded and came in,
the house is filling up.  I went down and helped them with their luggage,
and nearly shot a load in my pants.  Andrew was so much bigger than I
remembered, cuter.  David was still an Adonis, every hair perfect, eyes
that could make you melt, but now Andrew was just as cute if not cuter.  I
took their big suitcases up to my room and showed them the setup.  They
were starved, so we didn't waste time going to eat.  I don't remember a
damn thing they said or that we talked about, I was in another dimension.
I know they were glad to get away from their regular routine at home.  My
uncle, their father, is totally a genius, and both of these boys are too.
But his rules at home are a little bizarre for anyone: no eating or
entertainment until they show him all their homework is done, one hour of
television a night, no video games in the house ever.  A little strict but
all three of his kids are smarter than I'll ever be, so I guess it works.
We sat at the table waiting to be dismissed, and I found myself wondering
what they look like under those heavy clothes, what kind of underwear
they've got on, what their cocks look like, how often they beat off, all
these sexual thoughts flying through my head.  Mom snapped me out of it,
said we could go get them ready to settle in but Uncle Jimmy and his family
would be here soon so be ready to help them move in.

Well we sort of went to my room to talk, I got them sheets for the cots and
we made them.  Talked a little until the phone rang and Uncle Jimmy said
they'd be there tomorrow not tonight, so we wished the family a good night
and decided to stay in my room for the rest of the night.  Not that I don't
love my family, but when you get a bunch of Jews together, none of them are
ever happy so I prefer to stay away.  Of course I knew David and Andrew
would be just as happy because my computer has a broadband connection and
the X-Box is like a goldmine to them.  I shut the door and turned on the TV
and Andrew already had Simpsons Road Rage out, we played that for a good
hour, all taking turns until we started getting sleepy.  Andrew was nodding
off so he said he wanted to sleep.  I said pick a cot and go ahead and
change, hoping to see a full show but knowing he was about as outgoing as I
am.  He sat down on the bed to the right of mine and pulled off his shirt
and t-shirt, exposing a perfect 14 year old chest.  Up sprang my cock.  I
shifted to adjust it just as he pulled off his pants.  The jeans hit the
floor and he had on a pair of red boxers.  I could have blown a load.
Perfect stomach, sparse hair on his lower legs but smooth the whole way up
to the bottom of his boxers.  No such luck seeing anything else though, as
he layed down and pulled the blankets over him and put on his headphones.
I asked if he wanted David and I to turn off the lights, but he said he was
fine and we went back to the video game.  We switched to Madden and genius
boy figured out every play in the first half and whipped my ass.  I said,
another game, he said no, he wanted to check his e-mail and see how his
girlfriend was doing.  I started it up, making sure no gay porn was
evident, and let him on.  While he was on, I decided to seize this
opportunity to change myself, because I didn't want David to see my tiny
hard on.

I grabbed my things and made an excuse that I was going to take care of my
nightly stuff, that I'd be right back.  He logged onto IM and into hotmail
and I took my exit.  I went to the bathroom and immediatley my hand went to
my bone, almost by instinct.  I wanted to jerk off, think about the perfect
boy in my bedroom asleep and the perfect young man at my computer desk, but
I couldn't.  I was going to have to go to bed with blue balls tonight
because I didn't want to be in the bathroom suspiciously long.  I pulled
off my clothes and threw them in my hamper, and pulled on some black sweat
shorts that I sleep in.  I looked at myself, my undefined stomach and
unmuscular chest made me shamed to go back in the room, but I had to.  I
brushed my teeth and waited for my bone to subside a little and headed back
in my bedroom after pulling on my t-shirt so I wasn't so embarrassed.

David was typing on IM and sort of jumped when I opened the door.  I told
him don't worry I won't read the screen and walked over to my bed and
started flipping through channels.  He finished up online and shut down the
computer, and said he was beat.  I said well hop in bed, we don't have to
stay up, I didn't want to make him uncomfortable so he said fine.  I pulled
the covers over me because I knew my bone couldn't stay down.  David pulled
off his sweater, t-shirt, and jeans.  Again, a perfect body.  Damn these
boys have it all.  Looks, body, brains, talent.  And all I have is a raging
throbbing hard on.  David was wearing light blue boxers and damn did he
look fine in them.  His chest wasn't muscular, just defined.  His stomach
had the beginnings of a six pack.  His legs were covered in wisps of light
blond hair and there was a slight happy trail leading down from his belly
button to parts unknown.  He folded every piece of clothing, unlike Andrew
who left his in a pile next to his bed, and placed it on his suitcase.  I
had a hard time not staring at the show he was putting on, but broke away
when I asked him if he needed anything and he said he was great.  I told
him to hit the lights if he wouldn't mind and he did.  We channel surfed
and I asked what time we should get up tomorrow, he said nothing before 9
so I set the alarm clock for 9:30.  I wanted to talk to him all night, but
he said he was going to put some music on and nod off.  So I said good
night and shut off the tv.  I couldn't believe how hard I was.  Luckily I
don't get pre-cum or else I'd be soaking wet.  The worst part was that I
couldn't touch my hard on because one of them might hear, and the last
thing I need is two cousins knowing I was beating off with them in the
room.

It was the worst night I've had in a long time without being sick.  My cock
didn't go down all night and every time they moved the noise woke me up.
I'm a heavy sleeper, but I must have been on edge with them in the room
because I heard every movement, every swishing of the blanket, and every
breath.  It was 6:30 and I was already awake, expecting to hear the alarm
go off so I could get ready for class.  I looked around the room and saw
the two perfect boys asleep.  David's bed was towards the foot of my bed,
and all I could see was the back of his head.  Andrew however was on my
right and was a beautiful sight.  He was turned with his face towards me, a
beautiful sight itself, and his arm up over his head.  His armpit was bared
to me, and looked as if he had no hair at all under there.  I remembered
back to my younger days, as I was a late bloomer and didn't get cum, pubes
or pit hair until way after everyone else had, I was 14 before I got pubes
and cum, so that was right about where Andrew was.  My hand drifted to my
cock under the shorts.  I imagined Andrew naked, a small bush above the
base of his cock, trying to get his dick to make some cum, but all it did
was make him feel wonderful, no juice for him.

Then he moved.  I don't think it was intentional, he wasn't awake, but I
couldn't chance it.  Andrew rolled his head away from me.  Did he know I
was awake, looking at him, fantasizing about him?  I got nervous, my hand
jumped from my bone and I rolled away from him in bed.  How could I be
fantasizing about my cousin, as perfect as he was.  This week was going to
be tougher than I thought.  I fell back asleep, fantasizing about Andrew
and David.

And I jumped awake again.  9:30, the alarm went off.  I popped up in bed,
David rolled over, and Andrew just laid there.  I hit the alarm and said
good morning to David.  He looked at me sort of puzzled, as if he forgot
where he was, then realized and snapped to.  Morning he mumbled to me and
sort of stretched in bed.  His arms went up over his head and showed me his
blond pit hair.  Wonder if its blond below I thought.  I couldn't let my
cock pop up again at this point, so I hurried and grabbed my clothes and a
towel and hit the shower.  I changed in the bathroom to save the
embarrassment of my tiny cock in front of my cousins and headed back to the
bedroom.  I opened the door and David jumped again, his hand flying out
from under the sheets.  Was he stroking off?  I thought he might be, why
would he act like that?  I tried to forget it, my cock was neatly tucked
behind the waistband of my briefs, and I pretended to not notice.  I told
him shower was open and there was a towel in there for him and one for
Andrew.  He said fine, but we should wake up Andrew because he was still
sound asleep.  I asked if he was a sound sleeper and David said most of the
time someone needs to kick him in the head to wake him up.  David pulled
the covers off and at up real quick.  He folded his arms in front of his
crotch, hiding it from my view.  Was he still hard on?

"Which bathroom should I use?" David asked.  I said the one next door to my
room is open, my brother and sister's bathroom was probably full.  He said
fine, and swung his legs over the other side of the bed and headed towards
the door.  I couldn't see a damn thing other than his fine ass beneath the
boxers.  He left the room and I turned on the computer.  What should I do
about Andrew, who was still awake.  I could wake him up, I could let him
sleep, I could jerk myself off, what to do.  I decided to let David decide.
I heard the shower start.  I wished I could be in there.  I wondered what
he'd do if I walked in.  I knew he locked the door.  What was he doing?
Just washing, stroking the bone he had?  What?  I checked my e-mail, the
whole time listening to the water in the shower.  It shut off and I got
nervous.  He didn't take anything in with him, where was he going to
change?  I was beyond boned.  Not jerking for nearly 24 hours was taking
its toll on my sex drive.  The door opened, and there he was.  Perfect in
every way, holding his boxers in his left hand and the towel wrapped around
his waist.  There were still glistening beads of water on his shoulders and
his hair was a little messed up, but still gorgeous.  The front of the
towel bulged out a little, not from a hard on, just a well formed dick and
balls I supposed.  I couldn't not stare at the bulge, muttering, "Need
anything?"

"No, I just need to change into regular clothes.  Did you wake up Andrew?"
he asked me.  I broke the stare and looked at him and said no, I didn't
want to until the shower was free.  David grabbed his suitcase and looked
around.  He carried it over to the closet and opened the door.  He set it
inside and unzipped the top and rummaged through everything.  Was I going
to see a show?  The whole kit and caboodle?  "Wake up Andrew, I'm going to
change."

My eyes zipped up to see his next move, but to my dismay he turned on the
light in the closet and shut the door.  Damn, he was changing in the
closet.  Out of sight, if only I had a video camera.  I set off to figure
out a way to wake up his adorable brother.  What should I do, should I say
his name?  He didn't hear the alarm so his name probably wouldn't work
unless I was screaming it in his ear.  Should I shake him?  David suggested
kicking him, so some sort of physical moving of him should work.  I walked
to his bed and looked, his angelic perfect face so peaceful.  His bare arm
exposed, tight light tan skin covering his perfect body.  God this hard on
better not last all day, it might explode at any time.  His shoulder, I
could grab his shoulder and wake him up.  I put my hand out, feeling his
hot skin on my hand.  It was beyond soft, it was amazing to touch, I left
it there, enjoying the feel for a few moments, savoring it.  "Andrew," I
said as I sort of shook him, "it's almost 10, you need to wake up."

He sort of half opened one eye, grumbled, and moved.  I didn't break
contact with his skin, not because I didn't want to, I felt like I had to
stay in touch.  He rolled though, and broke away and grumbled again.  I
stared at him a little, he rolled back on his back, obviously awake but not
sure of anything going on around him.  I thought perhaps I'd enjoy the
sight for a while when David came out of the closet (I wish that wasn't
literally) dressed in a light gray long sleeve polo shirt and khakis,
looking perfect.

"Is that little bastard awake yet?"  David looked disgusted.  I shook my
head no, "I shook him and he opened his eyes, but that was about it," I
told him.  David said that's typical, and walked over to the bed.  I
expected him to shake him again.  Instead, he grabbed the blankets and
threw them off of Andrew and yelled, "Fucking get out of bed."

This was a shock, but not as much of a shock as when I looked at Andrew.
He was definitely a healthy teenager, as was demonstrated by the tent of
morning wood in his boxers.  Nothing was sticking out but I could make out
the ridge of the underside of his cock, the rim of the head tenting out
right at the waistband of his boxers.  My balls almost popped right then.
I had no idea what else was going on in the room, all I could do was stare
at the red boxers hiding what was obviously a gorgeous cock.

"Mother fucker, I was awake," Andrew rolled over and curled into a ball,
"damnit David, I hate you."  He still wasn't awake, but the cold
temperature on his hot hot skin obviously jolted him awake.  He was sort of
hiding his dick being curled up, but knowing it was there kept me
interested.

"There's a towel in the bathroom for you if you want to take a shower.
It's up to you."  David was combing his hair in my mirror over the dresser,
putting every hair in place and mentioned to Andrew, "Fucking shower,
because you're rank."

"Go fuck yourself David," Andrew said as he rolled out of bed.  He stood
up, still tenting and stretched.  My eyes went back to the perfect body
with the perfect bone.  He seemed to not care that it was out in the open,
tenting the boxers.  He wandered out of the room towards the bathroom, my
eyes following him out of the room.  David yelled after him, "Leave the
door open, I want to brush my teeth."

He's going to go in while Andrew's showering?  Maybe I could sneak in too.
Why is it such a big deal to me?  I mean, I would never think about
changing in front of a guy, I'd never look at my brother naked, I'd never
go in to the bathroom while someone was naked in there.  But maybe today
would change everything.  Should I sneak in?  I wouldn't be able to see
through the shower curtain, but I'm sure if I stuck along long enough, he'd
have to reach out for the towel and there might be a chance for a peek.
But all I've done today is stare.  They're going to know something's up.  I
have to control myself.  The water turned on.  Should I go in with David?
It would be less conspicuous.  Two of us in there, but what if Andrew is
afraid to show it in front of me.  I want him to be comfortable, but I want
to see that rod he's got.  David goes in.  Shit.  Now I missed my
opportunity.  Should I go in a few minutes later?  No, I don't have the
guts.  I sit down at the computer and retreat to my e-mail.  David comes
back in, looking even more perfect.

"So what's fun around these parts these days?" he asks.

"Well, we could walk around the mall.  Drive to the city to, well, another
mall.  We could go rent video games," I told David.  I didn't want to tell
him my usual sources of fun in the area, masturbating in my room, watching
porn in my room, using my dildo in my room, using my fake pussy in my room.
I mean, he'd enjoy it I know, but probably not with me.  He's got a
girlfriend he fucks at home.  I'm the loser virgin.  "It's not a real fun
town here, but I'm up for whatever you want to do."

"We'll find something.  We have to take Andrew with us though," David said
as if it was a chore.  I wouldn't mind taking him anywhere, but I suppose
David looks at his brother like I look at my brother, just a pain.  David
said he was going to go grab some food downstairs.  About 2-3 minutes
later, mostly spent with me dreaming about these boys and feeling like an
ass for dreaming about them, letting my hormones take control, the water
shut off.  I adjusted myself, so there was no evidence of an erection on my
part.  A few more seconds, Andrew came bouncing in, towel around his waist,
dripping wet.  Couldn't see much of a bulge on his part, but the towel was
doing a good job covering everything up.  He looked around and asked where
David's suitcase was.  I told him in the closet, and he picked up his
suitcase and went there as well.  He set it on the nightstand and looked
around.

"Where'd he change and put his stuff?"

"Right where you are," I said cryptically.  I was staring again, but I
wasn't going to just shut the door for him.  If he was going to change in
front of me, it might as well be now.  Unfortunately, he caught on.  He
turned on the light and shut the door.  Defeated, I yelled, "I'm going
downstairs with David to eat, come down when you're ready."  Since there's
no show I figured I might as well try to forget it all, get this hard on to
go down, at least a little.

The rest of the morning was uneventful.  Uncle Jimmy and his family, minus
my cousin Jarrod because he was at home with his hockey team, showed up and
we moved them in.  My brother took my little cousin to the basement so
Jimmy and his wife could have his room.  David and Andrew and I carried
luggage, gifts, and whatever else in the house, and it was getting packed.
Tomorrow was the big day where everyone would be here after Temple for the
celebration, then the house would empty back down, but it was cramped.
David wasn't real keen on sticking around all day, so after lunch he played
perfect boy and asked my mom if I could escort he and Andrew to the mall to
do some last minute shopping, maybe catch a movie.  My mom couldn't say no,
who could say no to that boy, so about 1:30 we pulled out.

The afternoon was good for us.  We drove around, hitting the mall for some
shopping.  David wanted to get his girlfriend a keychain for some reason,
and we all wanted to scope out what we were going to buy with the gift
cards we were going to get.  Andrew spent an unreasonable amount of time in
Hollister, and eventually David and I dragged him out.  We talked about
girls, David filling us in on his current relationship, how she was
perfect.  Andrew added how they always suck face in the basement.  I made
up some stories about the girls I hook up with, how I prefer to be free.
We hit the movies, hopped from theater to theater and eventually left after
we realized we had no idea what any of them were.  Before we had to be
home, Andrew said to stop at the video store, we could get some games to
play and some movies to watch.  I said we had a pile at home but that was
fine with me.  He picked up some video games, and we headed home for
dinner.

Dinner at Chanukah is hell.  All it is is my relatives asking all the wrong
questions.  "Why don't you have a girlfriend, why are you at that school,
what is the point of taking those classes, why don't you get a job and help
your father with the cost."  On and on and on.  We got away as soon as we
could, but Andrew was stuck back.  He was an all-star soccer player so my
whole family was giving him a full interrogation about that.  David and I
hit my room and shut the door.

"No offense but I hate that whole extravaganza," David said.  I agreed and
logged onto my e-mail.  Nothing in there (as usual) and I asked if he
wanted to check his.  He said he did, and his girlfriend wanted to talk at
some point.  I said, "Sure.  Get a time and you're more than welcome to do
whatever."

I flipped on ESPN and was enjoying SportsCenter for a while.  David was
sitting at the computer, and for a while we were both in our own worlds.
It was the first time all day that I really wasn't preoccupied with either
boy.  David was busy typing away and I figured I might as well get some
things done.  I said I'd be around and he nodded, a little jumpy with his
IM messages.  He was probably cybering, but he has every right to, I'd give
him some time.  I went downstairs and Andrew looked despaired, surrounded
by the adults trying to figure out how to make him a star and make money on
him.  I smiled and hit the basement.  I got my hamper of dry laundry and
carried it upstairs.  I dropped it off in my room, David minimizing his IM
window as soon as I walked in the room.  I grabbed the towels the three of
us used today and took them to the basement and grabbed six new ones to
stock my bathroom with.  I went in there to clean up a little.  Wiped down
the tub with some Tilex, cleaned the sink, lined up the toothbrushes, and
put the towels in the closet for us to use tomorrow.  While I'm in here, I
might as well drain the lizard.  I walked to the toilet and just as I
started to pee, it caught my eye.  Under the towel rack was red.  We don't
have too many bright red towels, so I finished, shook off, and zipped up
before I looked.  Lo and behold, someone forgot to pick up their boxers
after their shower this morning.  I grabbed Andrew's boxers, cock hardening
and thought about what to do with them.  I could steal them, use them for a
cum rag, I could leave them there, what to do.  I brought them to my nose.
I inhaled, a boy smell was strong on them.  It was a great smell, I took
them away to inspect.  No cum spots, no pubes left behind.  I smelled
again, savoring the aroma of his balls when there was a knock on the door.
Fuck, it was mom.  "Are you okay, I need to clean in there."  I shoved the
boxers in my pocket and opened the door.  "I just did that for you mom,
don't worry."  She then proceeded to tell me what

"If that's all he left, you're lucky," David replied.  I didn't know what
he meant by this.  Did he leave clothes laying around a lot?  His clothes
from yesterday were still beside his bed, I tossed the boxers there.  But
did David mean more?  Did he leave messes at the sink with toothpaste?  Did
he leave everything all over?  Maybe he was leading me on.  Maybe he meant
Andrew left cum on the wall of the shower.  He'd hop in the shower and
start to whack off and spray a load, not cleaning up.  Oh god how I'd love
to see that, lick that cum off the wall.  No, can't think about sex, still
several hours til bed, I can't get horny now.  Nothing will make me think
about these guys again tonight.  Or would it.  The next statement caught me
off guard.  "Got any porn movies on here?"  What did David just say?  Did
he ask if I had porn movies?  Did he know?  Did he find a gay porn vid clip
on my computer?

"Huh?"  I asked, half caught off guard, pretending I didn't hear him
properly.

"If not, that's cool.  I just wondered if you had something to watch, sorta
bored at the moment," he said.  I went over to the computer, pulled up the
other chair and clicked on my KaZaA folder.  Being bi, I have a pretty good
collection of straight porn, guys and girls doing it because its the best
of both worlds.  I asked him what he wanted to see.  "Whatever, pick your
favorite thing," David said.  If I had any balls, I would have picked a
clip from a gay porn, but that would be too shocking for the perfect guy I
was sure, so I found a vid of two college kids going at it pretty good.
It's a homemade clip I found somewhere.  The girl is okay, the guy is
totally hot.  Not a big dick but you see them do it from about every angle
in every position.  We watched for a little, me peeking at David's crotch a
lot trying to see a tent.  The door opened, he killed the movie and Andrew
walked in.

"I hate you both, don't strand me like that ever again."

"Whatever," David said, closing Media Player, "and Kris says don't leave
your boxers all over the place anymore.  This isn't our bathroom at home."

"Don't worry," I threw in, readjusting myself slyly, "I want you guys to
feel at home here.  We're all sort of crammed into one space, I don't care
as long as you don't."  I hoped I wasn't being overbearing.  I didn't care
if Andrew left his boxers in the bathroom, he could leave them anywhere as
long as I was around, I'd pick up after him.  David stood up, no tent
present, and layed on the floor to play some video games.  I was a little
upset that they wanted to play video games so often, they were battling out
in Madden 2K4.  Two players, not three, so I hit the computer and logged
onto IRC.  It was frustrating being boned and horny, talking to friends
with two hot boys playing X-Box next to me, but they couldn't see the
screen so I kept on chatting.  Just minutes earlier I was watching porn
with David, now I was staring at words on a screen.  Frustrating, but
typical for my life.

Hours passed, we rotated in and out of games.  About 12:30 I was nodding
off, so I excused myself to the bathroom.  I took my clothes again, being
the tighty-whitey wearing small dicked boy, and hit the bathroom.  I wasn't
hard, but horned as hell.  I took off my underwear and my balls just ached.
They looked about twice their normal size.  They were even tender to the
touch.  Now, I've gone long spans without jerking off before, 30 days at
summer camp once, but this was far worse because I was up to whacking it
three times a day and now it's been nearly 36 hours without stroking but
being super horned.  I could have stroked then, but I really don't like to
do it in the bathroom unless I have to.  Tomorrow morning in the shower
would be prime time.  I'd be first in, about three minutes would be all it
took to get hard stroke and blow.  I slid on my sweat shorts and went back
after brushing my teeth.  I flopped on my bed and watched them finish a
game 0-0.  They're too smart, they out think the other, but it
 was funny watching them fight.  I drifted in and out of sleep a few times
before I noticed David's eyes getting droopy.  He conceded the game to
Andrew and said it was bed time.  Andrew was still wide awake, but agreed.
I set the alarm again and both David and Andrew stripped again for me, this
time at the same time.  I had a hard time watching them both at the same
time, but David was more fun.  Andrew shucked his clothes in a matter of
seconds, leaving his white boxers with yellow pinstripes on, his clothes in
a heap.  David was much more deliberate, almost making it theatric.  He
slid off his shirt, folded it, and bent over and set it on the floor.  Then
he slid off both socks, rolled them, and set them beside the shirt.  Then
he dropped his pants, royal blue boxers with a beautiful bulge.  He made a
comment about feeling fat, that he'd need to work out tomorrow.  Fat, sure,
I thought.  He folded the pants, set them neatly beside the bed and got his
CD player out and popped on some tunes.  He hit the li

"No, just needed to take off my shirt and socks to be comfortable."  I was
pissed, he could hear me move.  No jerking, at least not now.  All I could
think about was David in those boxers.  I rolled over on my side.  1:00.  I
heard David take off his headphones.  David, with the bulge.  Under the
towel, under the boxers.  Andrew took off his headphones and stopped the
music.  Rolled again, 1:15.  Thoughts of David's hard cock pumping precum
all over those boxers crossed my mind.  Rolled again, 1:30.  Was this going
to go on all night?  I layed on my back for a long time.  David's slight
snore told me he was asleep.  Andrew was probably long gone.  I could grab
my sock, pump my cock and blow a load in it and no one would be the wiser.
I slowly slid my sweat shorts down, tucked them under my balls, maybe just
a few strokes to satisfy me.  No, no I can't.  I wouldn't be able to stop.
1:45.  I have to think of something, counting sheep, reciting chemistry
equations, something to get this bone to go away.  Nothi
 ng seemed to work.  Wait, what was that.  Something was scraping.  No, not
scraping.  Rubbing.  Against the blanket.  It was coming from Andrew's bed.
I listened closely.  No odd breathing, maybe he was itching or something.
Damn the darkness.  No, it was an even sound, like one movement every two
seconds.  It couldn't be.  Was he jerking off?  I listened for a little.
David was definitely out of it, but Andrew was moving pretty evenly, at
least one part of him was.  He wouldn't do that, in a room with two other
boys in it, in a bed not his own.  He wouldn't jerk off now.

Then it speeded up a little.  More like two strokes every three seconds,
then a little faster.  Then it stopped.  What did he do, did he cum?  Did
he hear me?  Then I heard it, he lifted up and sounded like he slid down
his boxers.  Not loudly, but I could hear things moving.  1:55, he had to
think I was asleep.  He was beating off.  The sound started again, this
time a little quicker, his breathing a little louder.  I was listening to
my 14 year old cousin stroking his cock.  Oh god I was horned.  I couldn't
control it.  He and I could be stroking at the same time, but I couldn't.
I'd scare him with the noise.  I'd make a mess.  No!  I could get my sock
and blow in it.  That's what I'd do.  I'd reach over and grab my sock and
shoot into it.  I listened to Andrew, about a stroke a second now, maybe a
little faster.  Breath a little more shallow.  I moved my arm.  Shit, he
stopped.  I had my sock in my hand, but he knew I was awake.  Or did he?
About 20 seconds later the jerking started again.  He picked up
 at the same pace.  What should I do.  If I moved again, he'd know I was
awake and listening.  I had to think of something.  I usually eat my cum to
clean up, maybe he did the same.  But for nights I used hand lotion I kept
some kleenex on the small shelf that was between my bed and Andrew's cot.
I didn't want to embarrass him, to make him nervous, but I couldn't hold
back.  I pulled my sock off the flood and under the bed, and he stopped
again.  He heard, he knew.  Quick Kris, think of something.

"Andrew?"  I said quietly.  No response.  I wouldn't have responded either.
I had to try, "Andrew?  If you need something to clean up with, there's
kleenex on the top shelf on your left."

Nothing, I spooked him, he thinks his cousin is a huge pervert.  Shit, I'm
ruined, he'll tell everyone, I'm done.

"Thanks, I'm good," whispered about 10 seconds later broke the silence
again.  Then the rubbing started again.

Holy shit.  He just not only responded to me, he acknowledged that he was
beating off.  I couldn't control it now.  I slid the sock over my dick and
slowly stroked listening to him.  He picked up the pace.  Where was he
going to blow?  In his boxers?  On the sheet?  In his hand?  Maybe he was
still dry cumming.  He was going faster.  Mine was close.  His breathing
was beyond shallow, he was close, and then I felt mine.  A mind numbing
orgasm flowed across my body.  I usually just ooze cum, but tonight I felt
four distinct shots.  I tried my hardest to not make a noise, only
breathing a little out of rhythm.  My ass was even contracting with each
wave of pleasure.  I never felt this good before, probably due to the
massive buildup of cum in my system.  As I was laying, enjoying every
second, I heard Andrew gasp a little, make a quick moan, and then rubbing
went like crazy.  Then total silence.  He must have shot off.  I could have
stroked to another orgasm, but I decided to milk my dick dry.  I finished
collec
 ting the cum in my now soaked sock and in the same motion, pulled up my
shorts from under my balls and set the sock on the floor next to my bed.  I
heard a motion over by Andrew.  I didn't know what he shot into, if he
could cum yet, but I knew there would be two of us sleeping great that
night.

==========Comments==========

This is my first exploration into writing, I think the story was a little
verbose.  I'd appreciate any comments on this, please.  I have a lot of
ideas but I'm not sure if anyone else would like to read them.  If I should
write a second and third part, please let me know.  E-mail me,
kris_the_writer@yahoo.com

Thanks for reading so far!