Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2004 21:50:10 -0800 (PST)
From: Kris S <kris_the_writer@yahoo.com>
Subject: ST:"Cousin Holiday Fun"  part four (M/t/t Incest, Mast)

Warning: This story describes sexual situations involving 14 and 17 year
old brothers and their 20 year old cousin.  Read no further if stories like
this offend you or are illegal in your area.

This is part four of the story.  Please read the first three parts if you
are confused.

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

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

"What the fuck's wrong with you faggot?" David said as he rammed his fist
into my face.  Blood spewed from my mouth.  "Don't you fucking know you're
fucked up."  He kicked me in the ribs, repeatedly.  I could taste the
blood.  Tears streamed down my face.  "You don't fucking deserve to live."
His foot smashed into my jaw.

I sat up in bed, sweating and freezing at the same time.  So much for the
sleeping like a baby.  My mind was trying to decipher what was real and
what was a dream.  3:30.  I sat and let my body calm down.  I was crying, I
don't cry, but the tears were streaming down my face.  It was so real.
Just two hours ago I was watching my oldest cousin jerk off.  24 hours ago,
the other one was beating off listening to me do the same.  Was this how
David really felt, was my mind trying to tell me to lay off of the boys?
It was my worst fear that someone would find out that I liked guys.

But it was just a dream, that's all it was.  If David and Andrew didn't
like me, they would have left, or moved to the basement or another room.
They wouldn't have jerked off if they weren't comfortable with me.  We're
three horny guys, they don't know anything more about me.  And I can keep
it that way.  I promised myself that I would think of them less, not push
the envelope, because I couldn't risk my dream becoming reality.

I laid back down, but I couldn't get back to bed.  It seemed like hours,
but was only 15 minutes before I decided I needed a drink of water.  I got
up and stumbled to the door and went downstairs to the kitchen.  My heart
was pounding the whole way up and down the stairs, but as I got to the door
of my room I had started to settle down.  The dream was fading away slowly.
I opened my door and looked in.  The soft light from the hall night light
gently illuminated my room.  David's face looked angelic.  He would never
do such a thing to me.  I knew in my heart that it was just a dream, it
just was so real when it happened.

My eyes surveyed the room, trying to memorize how to get to my bed without
falling over the cots and everything else.  Two important things caught my
eye, neither relating to me falling: David's boxers and David's used
tissue.  He never got dressed after the video I thought.  Andrew never got
dressed after his jerk session with me.  Maybe they slept nude all the time
back at home and I was making them uncomfortable by making them wear their
boxers.  It was definitely interesting to think that right now, my last
jerkoff partner was naked under his sheets, and I could somehow possibly
see his cock.

No, I couldn't do that, but the tissue was another story.  I could easily
pick that up.  I walked over, grabbed it off the floor and kicked his
boxers a little further from his bed, then back and shut the door.  I made
it to my bed and got in.  My cock was rock hard.  I had a tissue full of
David's jizz in my hand.  I slowly opened it up.  One tissue fell away,
leaving me with the pot of gold there in my hand.  I could feel the
dampness of the tissue on my hand.

I brought it to my face, took a deep breath in through my nose.  David's
jizz smelled strong, sweet, delicious.  I wondered how often he got to
share it with Heather, if she valued it like I was going to.  I had to.  I
stuck out my tongue and licked the tissue, finding a large thick glob to
savor.  There wasn't a lot, it had been absorbed by the tissue, plus he had
jerked off a few hours before, but there was some, and to me, it was
perfect.  It's taste was amazing, a little salty, somewhat sweet, but
thick.  I rolled it around in my mouth as my hand found me dick.  I had
tasted my cum before, almost every time I shot, but this was a dream.  My
cousins semi-load in my mouth had pushed me to the brink of orgasm.  I felt
mine coming fast, I pulled down the sheets and jizzed a small load on my
stomach.  My balls strained to force out some juice.  I reached down and
gathered up some of my load and put it in my mouth, letting David's jizz
mix with mine.

It was an incredible feeling I was having.  The taste was amazing, the
orgasm was amazing, I didn't want it to end, but this was only the
beginning I had hoped.  Maybe I could get a load every night to taste.  I
used the tissue to wipe up my load off my stomach and tossed it towards
David's bed.  I rolled on my side, still some delicious cum left in my
mouth, and fell asleep with that wonderful taste in my mouth.

Typing woke me up.  Who was on the computer.  I opened my eyes and Andrew
was sitting in my chair typing away.  I looked at the clock, 10:12.  Shit,
I never set the alarm.  Of course, there was no reason to wake up early
today, or any of the rest of the week for that matter, so I guess it wasn't
a big deal.  I stretched a little in bed and eventually sat up.

"Aunt Kim says you and David are on your own for breakfast," Andrew said.
"I had cereal when I got up, but she said let you guys sleep."

I nodded and stretched a little bit more.  David's boxers were still on the
floor, meaning he was still naked under those sheets, and I was going to do
my best to see that cock.  I got up, making sure my wood was evident for
Andrew to see.  He didn't look.  I was becoming an exhibitionist, and
surprisingly, I was enjoying it.  I grabbed my tissue off the floor and
picked up David's too, throwing them in my wastebasket beside Andrew.  He
minimized his window when I got closer to the computer.  "Don't worry about
what you're doing on there," I said to Andrew, "I don't care what you do,
as long as it's not like animal porn," I joked.  He laughed, but didn't go
back to his activity.  I couldn't tell if he was looking at my tent, if he
was, it was really sly.  "I'm hopping in the shower."

My shower wasn't as eventful as the last two days.  I decided that I'd rush
through a shower in hopes of seeing David wake up.  I dried off, and
grabbed my stuff, but made the critical mistake of not bringing my clothes
in with me, so I went back to my room with my towel wrapped around my
waist.  I opened the door and Andrew was still on the computer.  He
minimized the window again, but this time looked at me.  "I'm gonna shower
later," he said.

"Shower whenever you want, I don't care.  Just don't smell."  I walked to
the dresser and grabbed some clothes.  Seemed like a jeans and hoodie day
to me.  I got an idea.  I'd been changing in the bathroom, Andrew and David
in the closet.  I pulled on a t-shirt and made a move I never thought I'd
make.  I dropped the towel, exposing my dick and balls to Andrew.  He
looked.  It was a quick glance, but a look.  I pulled some gray briefs out
of the drawer and started to pull them on.  "So what are you doing on
there?" I asked.  He looked at me, his eyes darting from my face to my
crotch, up and down.

"Uh, nothing, just talking to some people on IRC."  I finished pulling on
my briefs, just in time as I was starting to get hard on.  I pulled on my
jeans while his eyes went back to the computer.

"Cool, you changed the name though, didn't you?"  I didn't want to make him
jumpy, but I didn't need any of my gay friends online messaging him
accidentally.

"Yeah, I'll switch it back when I'm done."  Thank god, I was relieved.
David was still sleeping, and I didn't want to wake him up by turning on
the TV, so I grabbed my copy of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
and started where I left off.  Yes, I'm a Harry Potter geek, but it's fun.
I read for a while, I got lost in the book (again, a geek) when out of no
where Andrew interrupted me.

"Did you and David, you know, last night?"  Holy shit.  Just what am I
supposed to say back to him about that?  I stayed silent and looked up at
him, his big brown eyes looked deep into mine, I sat stunned for a second.
"It's okay, like, well you don't have to say."  He looked away.

"Yeah, we did Andrew."  I couldn't look him in the eye.  I felt like for
some reason, I had betrayed him.

"I thought so," he said dejectedly.

"Why did you think that?"  I wanted to follow his line of thought here,
possibly to avert a crisis, possibly to explore how far he'd go with me or
how far he'd gone with David.

He looked at me again.  Those eyes made me melt.  "Well, I got up this
morning, there was a tissue by your bed, one by his, and his boxers were on
the floor."  I guess that was evidence enough.  "I guessed you did it,
cause you asked if I wanted a tissue when you and I, well, you know."  He
kept looking at me.  Was it in disgust?  Was it in sorrow?  Why couldn't I
look away?

"Well, he and I were both a little horny," I tried to come up with an
answer to not hurt him, "and you were already asleep.  We didn't wake you
up did we?"

"No, well, like I, it's just," he finally looked away from me, "I just do
it a lot, and I really wanted to last night, but David was always around."
He was getting upset.  I wasn't good with upset.  My family isn't very
touchy-feely.  If you're upset, you go to your room or somewhere alone and
work it off yourself.  There is no comforting.  But I had to do something.

"Andrew?"  He wouldn't look at me.  "Andrew, why couldn't you do it last
night?"  No response.  I don't know what it was, instinct or actual
feelings, but I got up and walked to the computer.  I put my hand on his
shoulder.  "Andrew, you don't need permission to do it.  You're a guest in
my house, you do it when you need to."

"But it was different."  He jerked his shoulder away from my hand.

"How?"

"It's more fun with someone else."  His voice trembled a little.  He was
getting upset.  "You don't need to know when I do it anyway.  Only fags do
that and I'm not one of them."  Shit, here comes the gay talk.  I wasn't
saying a word about me being bisexual, but how was I getting around this.

"Andrew, look.  I don't know what you think.  All we did was jack off in
the same room.  You're only gay if you love another man, not if you do
sexual things."  I was wading deep in this, trying to justify myself to him
a little.  "If you want to do something with me, all you have to do is ask.
It won't make you gay, I won't think you're gay, no one will ever know."

He didn't say anything.

"All David and I did was turn on a movie and the same thing happened with
him that happened with you, we jerked off."

"It's not fair."  Andrew was still a kid, I had to keep telling myself
that.  He was 14, not an adult, not rational.

"What's not fair?"

"David knows everything, gets to do everything.  He does it with you
without being told he can, I was stupid and wait until you say I can.
David has a girlfriend he kisses and probably does stuff with, I have to
wait until mom says I can have one.  David gets to drive, I have to wait.
David knows everything about sex, I have to wait until dad wants to talk to
me."  Tears were welling up in his eyes.

"Andrew," I took the easy way out, "David gets all of that because he's
older.  Good things come with age.  I know it sucks now.  But you're 14,
he's 17.  I'm 20.  I get to do more than David because I'm older."

"So promise me something."  Andrew finally looked at me.

"Depends, but you can ask anyways."

"Whatever David gets to do while we're here, you let me do the exact same
thing."  That's a simple thing to allow to happen.

"Sounds good, I can't promise everything, but if it's under my control
Andrew, you got it."

He looked into my eyes, but I was totally serious and he could see it on my
face and eyes.  "Good, so you and I are going to do exactly what you and
David did last night."  He was a spiteful little kid at times.  "Starting
with the movie, what was it."

"Uh, Andrew, you're a little young for what we watched."

"Fine, I'll tell my mom and dad what you two did."  Now it was blackmail.
"You promised, and you broke it already, I can't trust you."

"Andrew, don't call home.  Look, it was a pornographic video."

"Like with people doing stuff?"

"Yeah, it's basically movies of people having sex."

"So you see stuff going on?"

Had he never seen one before?  "Yeah, they show people masturbating, two or
more people having sex, stuff like that."

"I'm watching it when you and I are alone."  He was insistent.  I wasn't
going to argue, because if he's anything like my brother, he'll tell
whomever anything he pleases just to get you in trouble.  Plus I might get
a peek at that boner of his.

"That's fine.  When David's not around, we will."  I was getting aroused.
I walked back to my bed to hide my hard on beneath my body.

"So you know everything about sex?" he asked.

"Not everything, but pretty much."

"Good."  He didn't say why he asked this, but maybe he really didn't know
much about sex.  His father sheltered him, sex was probably low on the list
of things he wanted his kids to know about.  There was more silence.  I had
to ask it.  "Andrew, when you were jerking off the last two nights," he
looked, "what happened to your cum?"

He looked at me really funny, "Nothin."

"Look, I only ask because I don't want you to make a mess, I mean, whatever
happens to it happens to it.  I don't care."

"Nothin."

"Do you have any?  If you don't it's okay."  I was humping the bed ever so
slightly

"I get it, nothing happened to it."

"Well, Andrew, it's just not good to let it dry on the sheets."  I was
trying to get an answer.

"I don't do that.  Why do you care?"

"Well, I'm just curious.  What do you do with it?  I'll tell you what I do
with mine."  I was really digging.  "All guys get it at some point, it's
just a matter of what they do with it."

"Look it's stupid just don't ask."

There's my loophole I wanted.  "Andrew, David told me he was going to shoot
into the tissue, you don't want to do the same as David?"  Cornered him!

"You're gonna think I'm a little kid."

"Andrew, you're a young man.  I want to talk to you, help you, teach you,
be your friend.  Nothing you say or ask or want to do will make me think
you're a little kid, ever."  Build his trust, Kris, that's what you want to
do.

"You promise you won't laugh?"  I nodded.  "I don't get a lot.  Like four
or five drops."

"So what?"  I wasn't surprised.  "I didn't get any fluid until I was 14
buddy.  But what happens to it?"  Silence.  "Do you wipe it on something?
Do you eat it?"

"I don't eat it dude, that's gay."

"It's not gay at all, I'd say every guy has tasted his cum."  Well, not
every guy, but I did, so that was all that mattered.

"I don't.  I haven't.  It's stupid."  Andrew was on the verge.

"So tell me?  I won't think it's weird, I've probably done it or know
someone who has."

Shit.  Just as he was thinking David moved.  Andrew looked at him, then
looked back at the screen and ignored me.  I was disappointed, but my naked
cousin might show his wares today, and I'm sure Andrew and I would have a
chance to talk later.  David rolled on his side, and I looked, his boxers
were within reach.  While his back was to me, I grabbed at his boxers and
tossed them another two feet out of arms length.  I picked up Harry Potter
again, but sat on the floor hoping to see something.  David opened his
eyes, looked around, and rolled on his back.  "Wha time is it?"  David was
waking up slowly.

"Quarter to 11," Andrew piped up.  David's left hand slid under the
blankets, his right hand up above his head.  I looked at his exposed
armpit.  There was a sparse amount of light brown hair there, as opposed to
Andrew's totally bare pit.  I couldn't tell what was going on under the
blanket, but I assumed he was feeling up his manhood.

"Why didn't you guys wake me up?"

"I forgot to set the alarm last night," I told him, "and there wasn't a
reason to wake up early for anything."  He nodded and layed there for a
while.  I went back to the book while David found the remote control and
turned on the TV.  He settled on watching a little SportsCenter.  We made
some side comments on things that were on the TV, but none of us really
paid too much attention to the other.  At 11, my mom knocked on the door
and said she was making brunch in a half an hour, to get ready.

"Shit, I'm all comfortable here," David said.  "I guess I better take a
shower."  This was it, the payoff moment.  He looked around beside his bed
for his boxers, but didn't see them close.  I pretended to pay no attention
while he looked.  Finally, he spotted them nearly in the middle of the room
where I had tossed them.  After deliberation on his part, he did it.

It was perfect.

David turned and sat on the side of his bed, crotch still covered by
sheets, and stretched out his back.  He stretched his arms over his head,
like it was a display for me.  I did my best to be preoccupied in the book,
but my cock was straining against my briefs.  I watched as he stretched his
back, twisting, then settled on a decision.  He stood up.  And it was
hanging right in front of me.  Four inches soft, a light pink head, dark
brown circumcision scar against a beautiful tan shaft.  Beautiful light
brown pubes surrounding his dick, looked like he had trimmed them down.
His balls were wonderful.  His sac looked about the size of a raquetball,
not too big, but filled out.  He definitely had me beat in the cock
department when he was soft.  His dick didn't look thick, but it was
perfect.  I burned the image into my brain as he finished stretching and
walked to his boxers.  He put them on, I watched as his perfect cock
flopped into place, hanging to the left.

"I'll be out in 15 minutes.  If I'm not done," David said, "knock and tell
me to hurry."  He walked out of the room and into the bathroom.  I was hard
as a rock.  I adjusted myself, wanting to jerk off, but couldn't at the
moment.  Well, I could, but I'd have to invite Andrew to join in.

"So where's your stuff you said I could try," Andrew said.

"What stuff?"

"The lube stuff you said you had."  Andrew obviously didn't forget
anything.  I had forgotten I told him about it.  I wasn't going to go back
on a promise, especially in the horned state I was in at the moment.  I
walked to the closet and he jumped up out of the chair, he was hiding
something in his suitcase.  I opened the drawer to my nightstand and pulled
out the little purple bottle of AstroGlide.

"Here it is," I said as I handed it to him.  He took it, examined it,
turning the bottle watching the clear liquid ooze around.

"How much do you have to use?"  I took the bottle and opened the top.

"Hold out one finger," I told him.  I put his finger on the top and
inverted the bottle, getting a small drop on his fingertip.

"Rub your finger against your thumb," I said, "feel how slippery that much
is."  He did, and was amazed at it.  I have to admit, AstroGlide wins hands
down anyday over anything else.  He had it spread over his thumb and two
fingers, rubbing them together, amazed at how it was still just as slippery
as it was a minute ago.  "It doesn't take more than five or six drops," I
said, "Plus when it starts to run out, just spit on it, water makes it
slippery again."  He didn't catch the spitting part; if he did he didn't
react to it.

"Can I, sometime..."

"Yep, it's in this drawer, just help yourself," I told him, "but if you use
it all, you're buying me another bottle."  He was still enamored with the
little I put on his hand.  I put the bottle back and closed the drawer.  I
adjusted my cock yet again, this time in view of him, but he didn't notice.
I could have blown just from touching my dick.  Andrew walked to the tissue
box and took one to wipe it off of his hand.  I could see him adjust his
dick slyly.

"Did you guys use this last night when you, you know?"

"You can say it Andrew, we jerked off.  And no, we didn't.  We both went
dry."  I had to add something in.  "At least, I did, I don't know if David
gets pre-cum to use."  Just then, David opened the door.  Again, just the
towel around his waist, but now I knew the beauty that was underneath it.
"Finish in time to wash?"  I joked to him, knowing full well he beat off in
there.

"Yeah," he said, "Went fast cause I'm hungry."  He tossed his boxers in the
now full laundry bin and went to the closet to change.  My brother yelled
up the stairs that we'd be eating in 5 minutes, and Andrew took off down
the stairs.  I stayed back, wanting to check my e-mail.  I logged in and
found only junk.  While I had some time, I might as well check, I thought.
I opened up the key logger and browsed through this morning's log.  I
didn't have time to read much, but it didn't look interesting, mostly 'nmu'
and incomplete words and sentences like that.  Finally, I hit it, Andrew's
password.  Hollister.  Figures, the boy is enamored with their clothes.  I
tucked that away in memory and scanned the rest of the conversations.
Mostly garbage, but I found one morsel to look at later with that e-mail
password.  I hid the program and made my bed.  David finished dressing and
opened up the door.  "I'm so out of clothes, it's not funny."

"Mom's doing laundry tomorrow," I said, "You can borrow if you need."

"I'm probably going to have to, I'll look tonight to see what I have to
wear."  David kept looking around on the floor for something.  "Uh, Kris, I
have a weird question."  My heart started racing, what was it.  "Did you
pick up the tissue from the floor?"

"Yeah, I threw it in the garbage can.  Why?"

"Oh.  Well last night when I did it, I didn't know where to put the tissue,
so I put it on the floor by my bed.  And this morning it was gone."

"Well, I figured you were done with it," I left out the part about me
eating his cum and using his tissue to clean my jizz up, "and tossed it in
the garbage.  It's right there beside Andrew's bed if you want it."

"No, I just didn't want you to feel like you have to touch ... it."

"David, it's cum."  I like touching cum, especially his cum, "I touch it,
it's not the plague."

"Okay, well, I mean I touch it, but I didn't know if you didn't want to
touch mine or something."

"David, it's cum.  Who cares.  I'm hungry."  I was hungry, for food, and
for his cum.  I finally got a smile out of him and we went to breakfast.

After an eventful morning, the afternoon and evening was about as exciting
as staring at a light bulb.  We had to rearrange the basement a little, we
bought my dad a home gym unit to work out on.  About once a year, he
decides to get in shape, and we buy him a home fitness thing, and then a
month later it collects dust.  Rowing Machine, Exercise Bike, Treadmill,
now this.  It's okay, I stay in pretty good shape on them when I don't go
to the fitness center to work out.  David worked on putting it together,
Andrew was busy working on hooking up the surround sound speakers my mom
bought for the family.  I was unfortunately stuck sorting clothes from the
laundry and fun chores like empty and take out the garbage from the house,
load the dishwasher, and so on.

We finished up, Andrew was a wiring genius and had the whole system
installed in a few hours.  David had the gym all put together and was
demonstrating all the exercises to my dad.  We broke for dinner and then
went in separate directions.  We all headed towards my bedroom.  "Hey
Kris," David piped up, "You mind if I go run on the treadmill?  I usually
go running every day, I feel like I need a go on it."

"Go for it."  I didn't care at all.  Give me some alone time with Andrew.

"One problem.  I have a t-shirt, but I brought no shorts."  Good point
David had there, running in khakis or jeans isn't the best way to work out.

"Borrow whatever I have, what size waist do you have?"

"32," David answered.  I pulled open my dressed and he grabbed a pair of
blue mesh shorts.  "Uh, I need something else."

"What?"

"Uh, all I brought was boxers, and I hate to run in them..."

"Grab what you want," I said.  I opened my top dresser drawer.  It was kind
of exciting to think my cousin was going to be wearing my briefs.  I saw
him look, but to my surprise, he went to the side and grabbed one of my
jock straps.

"This okay?" he asked.  "I like them better when I run."  My cock shot up.

"What's mine is yours," I told David.  What he didn't know was that I would
be using that sweaty jock he borrowed to jerk off with tonight.  Yes, I
have a huge underwear fetish.  I admit it.

"Thanks," he said as he hopped into the closet to change.  He was naked in
front of me this morning, why can't we all change in front of each other, I
thought to myself.  I did enjoy seeing him.

"How long you running for?" I yelled through the closet door.

"Hour and 15 minutes or so," he yelled back.  He opened the door and
stepped out.  My mind couldn't help but think that beneath the shorts was a
bare ass, and a beautiful dick covered by a jock strap that had held my
cock and balls.  "I want to go about 6 miles."

"Cool, let my mom know so she doesn't turn the lights off."  He nodded and
grabbed his CD player and some CD's and took off.  It was no more than a
minute after he walked out that Andrew shut the door.

"Where's the video," he asked.

"It's in the VCR, but are you sure," before I could finish he cut me off.

"Everything David gets, or else."  He was determined.  I wound it back a
few minutes, I wanted him to see the dicks especially.

"Are you sure?"  He didn't have to answer, his eyes were fixed on the
screen.  I hit play, and it came on.  The one girl was working over the
guy, licking his dick.  He had a pretty nice size cock, dwarfed mine when
it was hard.

"Is that a blow job?"  He was serious.

"Yeah, she licks his dick all over, sucks on it."  I was teaching him, and
I was going to make sure he knew it all.

"So why's it called a blow job if she doesn't blow?"

"I don't know," I never thought of it that way.  "I guess it could be
called a suck job."  He nodded, fixed on the screen.  "Andrew, have you
ever seen a porn before?"

"Um, well, no."  I thought so.  "I mean like I've seen pics but nothing
like this."

"Well," I was plotting, "any questions you have just ask them, I can
explain or demonstrate."  What the hell was I going to demonstrate.  Oh
well, who knows where it was going to lead.  After the lady got the guy
fully hard on and was working his cock over, I could tell Andrew was hard.
The couple moved to the bed and got in a 69 position.

"What's that?"

"What?  That's a 69 position."  I didn't know what he meant.  Andrew
grabbed the remote from my hand and paused the video.

"That," he said, pointing at the woman's pussy.  The guy in the video had
it spread open, you could see the inner lips.

"That's her pussy."

"Where's the hole?"  He was serious, he didn't know.

"Well, it's there, but it's pretty small."  I was trying to think of a way
to show it.  "Once he lines up something with it, a finger or his tongue or
his dick, it'll open up.  It's real stretchy."

"So like when girls finger themselves they put their finger in that?"

"Yeah, that's where it goes."  I didn't go into too much detail, I wanted
to concentrate on the cocks, mainly his cock.  He was hiding his hard on
behind his crossed arms.  I had to advance this.  I hit the fast forward
button.  He protested for a second but I said we were getting to better
things.  I hit play again as the man spun around and lined up his dick with
her hole.  Andrew watched as it swallowed up the guy's cock.

"Oh my god, is that what happens?"

"Yeah, she gets sexually excited and her pussy gets wet, then you can slide
it in real smooth."  The couple started fucking pretty slowly.

"Wait did he cum yet?"  Andrew obviously didn't know much about sex.  And I
was happy to teach him.

"No, you have to fuck to have an orgasm and cum.  Like when you jerk off
you have to stroke for a while before you have an orgasm and cum.  He's
stroking now, just using her pussy instead of his hand or her mouth or
someone's ass."  I had to slip that in there.

We sat for a while, Andrew transfixed on the movie, my eyes transfixed on
his tented and straining crotch.  I needed some release, my balls were
feeling full, something was going to have to happen soon.  I stood up, my
bone tenting against my jeans, and went to the closet.  I grabbed the
AstroGlide out of my drawer and went and sat on the corner of my bed.  Did
I have the balls to take my dick out and start stroking off in front of
Andrew?  I adjusted myself, put my hand down my pants to give a few
strokes.  I looked at the Andrew, totally into the video, and decided to
make a move.  "Ready?"

"What?"  He never took his eyes off the screen.

"Well by this point, David and I were jerking," I told him.  "You don't
have to, but I need to."  I waited for his reaction, he stayed fixed on the
screen.  I yanked off my hoodie and t-shirt and tossed them on the floor.

"Where'd you guys do it?"  Andrew wasn't looking away from the screen, even
asking questions.

"We were in bed," I said, "But do it anywhere you want."

"I can't see the TV from my bed."  He glanced at his bed, and I admit, it
was at an odd angle to see.

"So do it on the floor, or sit in the computer chair, or get in David's
bed," and did I have the balls to say it?  "Or sit on my bed with me.
Wherever you want."  I wanted him here with me in my bed, but I didn't want
to push.  He hit the pause button and stood up, pulling off his shirt.  I
watched as his smooth stomach was exposed, his hairless pits caught my eye,
his pink nipples erect.  I looked up at his eyes as he threw his shirt on
the floor.  He looked at my bed, then at David's and to my dismay he chose
David's.  He sat on the corner of the bed like me.  I looked at him, and he
was sort of looking in my direction for cues.  I grabbed a tissue out of
the box; he stood up and walked over, grabbed a tissue like I did and sat
back down.  I told him to hit play on the video, he did.  I unbuttoned and
unzipped my jeans, he did the same.  My heart was racing.  I could see my
chest moving with every heartbeat.  I slid down my jeans and tossed them on
the floor, my cock straining against my gray briefs.  He slid down his
pants, leaving a tent in his red and green plaid boxers.  The moment was at
hand.

"I need something to cover up with."  Shit, Andrew wasn't going to bare it
for me.

"Why Andrew?"  I tried to question it, see what I could do to get him out
in the open.

"Well like I do it under the covers, like its weird and stuff."

"Well crawl under David's covers."  Then I got the idea, "But we didn't do
it under the covers last night."  That was an outright lie, but my cock was
pulsing with my heart, it wasn't going to be a long session because I was
close to cumming from him just being here.

"Well like that's gay isn't it?"

"Nope, if you love a guy, you're gay.  Anything else is just being horny."
I was going to push the issue tonight.  "You can crawl under the covers if
you want.  But I'm not going to."  I took the step I never thought I could
and pulled off my briefs.  My five inches sprang up against my stomach, my
balls tightened up with the chill of the air.  I saw Andrew look over at
me, eyeing up my dick.  I still hadn't touched it, but it was craving
attention.  He kept going back and forth between my cock and the video.  It
seemed like an eternity, but was probably 30 seconds.  Then he did it.

He stood up and slid down his boxers.  A perfect cock sprang to life.  I
still hadn't touched my cock, but I could have blown when I saw Andrew
naked.  I took it all in.  It was about my size, maybe a little longer.
The shaft was thinner than mine, making the head look like an arrowhead on
a shaft.  The head was dark purple, one huge vein stuck out on the right
side of the shaft.  His balls were perfect for his body.  A light coating
of peach fuzz covered two acorn sized balls.  His pubes were light brown, a
small but beautiful bush about the size of a half dollar coin.  I took it
all in.

Andrew sat back down, well aware that I was staring at his cock.  He half
covered it with his arms, continually watching the video.  I started to tug
lightly at my dick, trying to encourage Andrew to as well.  "Kris, I feel
really weird about this," he said as he turned and looked at me.  His eyes
caught my cock again, and he was staring.

"Why?"

"It's just... I never... You probably..."  He couldn't finish a sentence.
I took the bottle of AstroGlide and opened it, then looked at his eyes.

"You're having fun staring at my dick it looks like," and I was going to
egg him on, "and you wanted to do this.  Everything David does you told
me."  His eyes never broke contact with my dick.  "Now I'm going to jack
off.  You don't have to."  I put a few drops of lube on my cock and a few
on my right hand.  I looked up and offered him the bottle.  He sat, looked,
then stood up and walked to me, took the bottle from my hand and sat back
down, did the same as I did and closed the bottle up.

"You're not gonna tell anyone about this ever, right?"

"Never Andrew."  I assured him, then I closed my hand over my cock and
slowly worked it up and down.  I had enough lube, so I slowly fisted my
cock up and down.  I looked over and Andrew was smearing the lube in to his
cock with his fingers, then grabbed and tried to jerk fast with his thumb
and two fingers.  He wasn't succeeding real well.  "Hey Andrew, look how
I'm doing it, try this with lube."  He looked and tried to emulate me.  I
was brinking at every stroke, but I wasn't going to allow myself to cum
until he did.  He finally closed his fist around his dick and slowly pulled
up from the base to the tip.  When he slid his hand down, however, he let
out a high pitched moan, a half gasp.  His eyes closed, his mouth opened.
He repeated the process, same sound as his hand slid down across his head.
I had stopped stroking, instead watching and enjoying this beautiful sight.
His speed picked up.  He looked back at me slowly going at it.

"Thank... you..." he said, and layed back on his back.  He was giving me
the perfect view, and his hand started moving like crazy on his dick.  His
legs spread wide, his left hand went to his balls.  I couldn't control my
body, my hand started flying on my dick.  All the time watching Andrew, he
was going on pure feeling at the time.  His hand flying on his dick, his
hips started to buck upwards off the bed.  He was putting on the best show
I've ever seen.  Then his grunts came back.  More rhythmically, deeper.
One per thrust of his hand and hips.  And then a long one.  His hips
stopped bucking, but his hand was flying, and from the tip of his dick came
a small, pearly white ooze.  Two spurts, not a lot of cum, but it sent me
flying.

I don't usually make noise when I cum, but tonight was a rare occasion.  I
let out a long, low, "fuuuuuuuuuuck" and jizzed.  Three spurts.  I usually
don't shoot either, but tonight was another rare occasion.  Each spurt
popped up in the air about three inches above my cock head and landed on my
happy trail.  I layed back and kept stroking slow, enjoying the feel and
milking my cock.  I opened my eyes and saw Andrew staring at my cock, my
cum, my hands, still working his now shrinking dick.

"Is that all your stuff?"  He asked.

"Yeah, I jizzed a lot tonight."  I looked and saw his was on his stomach
right above his pubes.  "You get that much all the time?" I asked.

"Yeah I don't get a lot."

"You're young," I said, "You'll get more when you get older."  I started
running my hand through my cum.  "So what do you usually do with your cum?"
I've been dying to ask that.  This time, no one interrupted me.

"It's stupid, but someone said if you rub it into your pubes they will
grow."  It was stupid.  "I did that and I got a lot so far."

"Well it's not true Andrew, but that's cool that you aren't afraid to touch
it."  I was disappointed.  "Some guys wipe it up, some guys rub it in, some
guys eat it, I was just curious what you did."  I kept playing with the cum
on my stomach.  He picked up the kleenex and wiped off his cum and tried to
wipe down his dick.

"Where should I put this?"  He had the kleenex in his hand and stood up.
His dick was totally soft now, about 3" long, head was still larger than
the shaft.

"Toss it in the garbage can with mine and David's."  He was looking around
at his clothes, the video, the bottle of lube, but didn't look happy.
"What's wrong?"

"Are you sure what we just did was okay?"  He was concerned.  "I mean,
David told me to not do it when I caught him.  And he caught me and yelled
a few times.  Like I like it but if I shouldn't do it I should stop."

"Andrew," I sat up and took his hand, my hand covered in my cum, "It's
perfectly natural to feel like this.  It's natural to jerk off, it's
natural to be embarrassed, but it's never bad."

"K."  He looked at my dick, my cum on my stomach.  "Do you do it a lot?"

"Three times a day, and you're more than welcome to join in or help anytime
you want."

"K.  Thanks," He looked at my eyes and smiled.  I let go of his hand and he
said, "Can I take a shower?"

"Go for it."  I smiled at him and he smiled back at me.  He slid on his
boxers and hit the bathroom.  I layed back, burning this experience into my
mind.  My first on a lot of things.  First hard cock seen, first kid jerk
off I've seen, first jerking session in light with a guy.  I rubbed my cum
around, grabbing at the tissue to start wiping it up.  Normally, I'd eat
what I shot, but mixed with the lube I wasn't real into tasting a mix.  I
heard the water turn on and Andrew step in.  I took a deep breath.

"Whoa, looks like you just enjoyed yourself."  David had opened the door
and walked in, catching me in my glory.

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

This is my first exploration into writing.  I got a lot of comments from
the last three chapters.  I'd appreciate any comments on this one too,
please.  I have a lot of ideas but I'm not sure if anyone else would like
to read them.  I will write one more chapter, then decide if that's it for
me.  E-mail me, kris_the_writer@yahoo.com

Thanks for reading!