Date: Thu, 17 Sep 1998 08:04:16 GMT
From: Thomas Quill <thomasquill@hotmail.com>
Subject: COUSIN JIMMY

			       COUSIN JIMMY
			      by Thomas Quill

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Copyright 1998 by Thomas Quill.

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Disclaimer: The usual -- This is an erotic story, meaning it involves sex.
You shouldn't go breaking the stupid age/censorship laws in your area just
because you want to read a little porno, and if you do, I take no
responsibility.  Of course, I don't see how my telling you this will stop
you from doing anything you want to do anyway.

Don't read this if material of this nature is offensive to you, and if
that's the case, what the hell are you doing here in the first place?

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Shake well before using.


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[This excerpt is from Chapter of 4 of THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF THOMAS QUILL, a
work (eternally, it seems) in progress.  Please note: the most active part
of my sex life happened before the AIDS crisis, and in fact, neither sex
nor drugs presented much of a serious danger at the time.  Since this is no
longer true, please remember to PLAY SAFELY and stay healthy. - Tom].


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COUSIN JIMMY

by Thomas Quill


Although I had some great times with a couple of good buddies back in high
school, from about fourteen to sixteen years old - mutual j/o, sucking and
a few attempts at buttfucking - we were really known as an unholy trio of
terror when it came to scoring with the girls. We were all pretty popular
and considered good-looking (I know I thought THEY were both real
boybabes).  We never spoke about those private times, and only referred to
them obliquely when planning for our next get-together, which was just
about weekly.

Now, at 22 years old, I was back in my medium-sized suburban hometown
community to resume my college studies.  I had just finished a short stint
in the army as a medic, which had given me the opportunity to do some
rather extensive traveling.  At this point I considered myself to be pretty
worldly by the standards of our provincial community, as did my family and
hometown friends.  So I didn't relish the thought of spending a couple more
years in this comparatively unexciting place, nor the prospect of living
with my folks again, which I felt I had outgrown. But, financially it was
the only practical alternative.

By now it had been a long time since I learned to pretty much repress my
adolescent desires.  Meaning, there were a number of times in college and
even in the army when I lied to myself that I was so wasted on one
substance or another that I just "gave in" to some other guy's behavior.
But upon my return I immediately took up with a girl from a neighboring
town.  It was my umpteenth hetero relationship.  Thinking I ought to get on
with living the conventional lifestyle, we quickly became engaged; but
almost as quickly, I broke it off.  I felt the "house with a picket fence
and 2.5 kids" kind of life was way too boring and stifling, and seemed
rather unfulfilling.  I was looking for something more, though I hadn't yet
figured out what.

At this time I was becoming interested in my 16-year-old cousin Jimmy, even
while avoiding the realization that I was physically attracted to him.  He
lived in a particularly small house with his divorced mom and kid brother a
couple of miles from me.  On the one hand, I thought he was cuter than
cute.  He was about 5'8" or so, with blond curly hair and hazel eyes, and
his build was slim but tautly muscled.  That made him nearly the same size
as me.  My hair is dark, so you had to look close to see any family
resemblance.  We both were in excellent shape, having been genetically
gifted by the inheritance of healthy, well-proportioned and well-toned
bodies.

On the other hand, I deluded myself into thinking my attraction to him was
based solely on his being exceptionally bright and intelligent for his age.
He was easily one of the most articulate people I'd ever met, despite his
tender age.  I'd always been drawn to stimulating conversation, and ours
during this re-acquaintance period were always very intense and rewarding;
besides, I was flattered that he seemed to admire me.  Yeah, I was a little
full of myself, but at least I wasn't blind to my own vanity, and I was
searching for the real me.  The fact that I thought Jimmy connected with me
on some inner level, and liked me anyway, was important to me.  We also had
a few common interests, especially both being musicians.

It was early in the Christmas season when we started to get to know each
other, and he'd mentioned he was anxious to try smoking some weed.  Since I
had been out of the dating scene in our town for several years, other than
the short engagement, when he told me he had to baby-sit his little brother
on New Year's Eve, I volunteered to keep him company, promising him his
first experience in getting high.

He was so amazed that a guy like me would forego such a big date night to
spend it with him, while I was looking forward to introducing him to
getting stoned, which I thought would be way fun.  So I drove through the
cold night air in my little British sports car with the heat turned up full
blast, my overnight bag on the seat beside me, and a pocket full of joints
I'd rolled earlier in the day. The last few days had been overcast, and all
day today there had been snow flurries on and off.  So many days without
sunshine had made the air feel brittle, and the only thing I liked about
winter was getting out of the weather and into any cozy indoor place.

When I arrived around 7 p.m., I visited with my aunt for awhile, during
which time she sent 6-year-old Stevie to bed.  She expressed her relief and
appreciation that Jimmy wouldn't be alone all night with the
responsibility.  She'd never left him alone to mind his brother overnight,
and because she was going to some classy hotel in the city, she didn't
expect to be home till the next afternoon or evening.

She went on to apologize about the cramped sleeping arrangements, that I'd
be stuck sharing Jimmy's twin-sized bed unless I wanted to try fitting onto
their small sofa.  For some reason, steeped no doubt in some ersatz
puritanical belief I couldn't fathom, her bedroom was off limits to
"children."  Not even considering the possible ramifications of this, I
wasn't much concerned with this choice between two uncomfortable
alternatives.  It was a minor issue in the face of the fun of getting
stoned with Jimmy.  By 8 o'clock she was gone, and we lit the first joint.

By 9 o'clock, we were deep into the music from the stereo, some new rock
stuff I had brought with me.  We were sprawled across the carpet of the
dimly lit little living room.  As soon as we fired up the first J, Jimmy
ran out of the room and quickly returned with 2 big, fat candles.  They
would burn all night.  I removed my hiking boots and got comfortable.  The
house was cozily warm.  By ten o'clock, we were into intense, convoluted,
stoned-out conversations about god-knows-what.  Almost inevitably, these
led to sporadic bouts of the giggles.  From time to time, Jimmy would talk
with amazement and delight about the heightened awareness of everything he
was experiencing: the music, the colors around him, the shapes of the
furniture, our topics of conversation, etc.  He kept returning to how
astonishingly surreal everything seemed.  I was so pleased to be
introducing and sharing his new perspectives.

We were side by side and slouched against the front of the sofa, at one
point, when he went totally silent.  After a moment, I turned my head to
face him and found him staring at me, his cherry lips slightly parted and a
light sheen of sweat glistening on his face in the candlelight.  At that
moment he looked so beautiful to me.  Man, I was so blitzed on this weed!
It kinda startled me to find myself thinking like this, so I mentally
shook it from my mind.  His stare was making me self-conscious.


"What?"  I asked.  "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I was just so fascinated," he answered.  "I never realized how many things
are so pleasant to look at.  Like, your profile, it's so perfect."

I blushed, but quickly recovered.  Re-assuming my role as his mentor, so to
speak, I said, "That's the grass making you see things," and went on to
explain that what he sees and experiences when he's high is pretty much
determined by his mindset.  If he was angry with me, he'd probably think I
was pretty ugly.  "Actually, my profile is pretty similar to yours, and
both our dads."

"Well, right now, all night so far, EVERYTHING is beautiful."

"I guess you're having a good time tonight, huh?"

"Shit, yeah!  This is the best night of my whole life!" he answered.

"Then why don't you get up and look in that mirror on the wall?  You'll see
how beautiful YOU are."

We were maybe three joints wasted by now on this really wicked weed, and he
really didn't want to go through all that trouble of actually standing up.
Neither did I, but I offered to stand up with him anyway.  "I got an idea,"
he said.  "Come with me."

We struggled to get up from the floor, "accidentally" knocking each other
down as we "helped" each other.  It wasn't so much the grass that made us
unsteady as it was our giddiness and horseplay.  He led me to the kitchen
and pulled a couple more cans of soda pop from the fridge, then brought me
down the narrow hall toward the stairs leading to his bedroom.  He stopped
short before we got there and I crashed into him, sending us both tumbling
to the floor in a tangle, both of us hysterical.  Fortunately, the cans had
remained unopened.  "I almost forgot how bad a piss I have to take," he
said as he guided us, mostly crawling, into the bathroom.

Even in my well-practiced, sexually repressed frame of mind in those days,
I NEVER passed up an opportunity to look at another guy's dick.  So there
we were more or less hanging onto each other, giggling like the stoned out
freaks we were, standing side by side in front of the toilet bowl, fumbling
to open our flies.  Neither one of us were having much success, so after a
few moments, and for me quite daringly, I reached over with the hand I
wasn't using to hold myself up, and helped him to open the zipper of his
jeans.  Honest, I had no ulterior motive for this other than getting a
cheap thrill, and I thought in our mood, it would be understood as just
another funny antic.  He took a bit longer in returning the favor, fumbling
with my button-fly, and he was pushing another kind of button in the
process, as the butterflies in my stomach were warning me.  His one-handed
struggle with my button-fly eventually succeeded, but he somehow also
managed to get my jeans pulled halfway down my butt, too, my shirttails
falling free and exposing a lot more of my jockeys than I ever did when
taking a whiz on my own.

I whipped out my best friend over the waistband, hooking it under my
balls. With my foreskin secured behind the head, I let it hang there as I
watched myself let go with my stream, my other hand remaining up on cousin
Jimmy's shoulder.  He just stood there, more or less immobile, and even
though I dared not look up at his face, I knew he was looking at my cock.
By now I was thinking this was all a very sexy moment, but with years of
practice and repression, there was no danger in my getting a hard-on,
although my cock did tend to thicken up to what I considered a respectable
display.  I usually could communicate fairly well with my penis and tell it
how hard or soft it should show itself off, although there were occasions
when I had no control at all.

To break the momentary silence, I resumed the banter we'd been sharing,
telling him to get on with it, I wasn't gonna help him take it out, warning
him that he'd wind up doing it in his pants if he had to go so badly, and
so on.  This shook him from his momentary paralysis, and he used both hands
to free his cock through the fly of his jockeys.  But I noticed he
immediately put his hand back up onto my shoulder as his piss began its
flow, then slid it down around my waist and drew me even closer to his
side.  I was sure he was watching me, and I sure was looking at his big bad
puppy.  I wasn't sure if I was imagining it or not, this being my first
introduction to his penis, but it did seem to be a bit on the rise.  I
guessed that it was considerably more aroused than my own. I knew mine was
suddenly stirring beyond what I had planned, and I was concerned about
losing my control of it.  Yet I was too nervous to look down and check out
my own status, relying on my previous experiences, and I was too damned
interested in checking him out to avert my eyes for even a second.

We both pissed a for a long time, and about halfway through he loosened his
hold on me and sidled away a few inches, turning slightly to face somewhat
toward me.  He wanted to get a better view of what I had hanging from my
tight whiteys!  And now I was sure he was getting a little harder besides!
And from what I could tell, it sure looked as if at full mast, he would
easily beat my seven-and-some inches, and by a lot!  My eyes darted to my
cock, then up to his face just as his tongue flicked out to wet his lips.
His color was flushed to a slight pink.  It registered in my mind that my
cock was stirring further and I quickly checked now, but saw it could still
pass as "innocent."  His, on the other hand, was at a much higher state of
arousal, maybe close to half hard.  Then with his free hand he took hold of
himself, using all of his fingertips and retracting his foreskin all the
way back.  For a moment I thought he was gonna start jacking it, but
instead, his piss flow cut off at that second, spurted a couple of times to
a dribble, and all too soon he was finished.  He milked his fleshy tube a
couple of times, flicked it once, and pulled the skin forward.  He
hesitated a moment before pulling his hips back in that little dance we all
do when putting our piece away.  I could sense that he had consciously
allowed me just now to get a look at his meat in another pose, with his
foreskin as far forward as his semi-tumescence would permit.  He had a lot
of skin and the family resemblance wasn't lost on me.

Unconsciously, I guess I was giving him a similar, if briefer, exhibition,
because without ever being aware of what I was doing, I suddenly realized I
was about to plop my own cock back into my briefs.  At the same time, he
spoke.  I don't know how long we were both silent, but at his words, I
looked back up to his slightly blushing expression, reading half
embarrassment and half smirk there as he chuckled, "I guess pot makes ya
horny, huh?"

I mumbled something affirmative, hoping to hide my own awkwardness, as we
both headed to the door pulling our clothes back together.  Of course, we
both tried to stumble through the doorway at the same time, and we were
suddenly back in the same giggling, joking attitude as when we entered, as
if this interlude had never happened.  We turned toward the living room,
when he stopped abruptly again, my body plowing into his once more.  As he
mumbled, mostly to himself, about forgetting something, he turned in the
opposite direction back toward his bedroom.

"C'mon, " he said, and I was close behind him.  He stopped and turned yet
again, saying "oh, yeah," and this time when I bumped him I began to
stumble right over him.  In that slow-motion shuffle that sometimes
happens, I started to go down but fought to stay upright as our bodies
tangled once more.  He attempted the same thing but finally fell to the
floor, pulling me down with him.  We laughed uncontrollably the whole time,
even as I landed on top of him, my skull lightly bumping his chin.

"What the fuck!" I laughed.  "Make up your mind which way ya fuckin' wanna
go, will ya?"

"Yeah, I just remembered we forgot our sodas in the bathroom."

"Sure, you just remembered you forgot something.  That never happens when
you're stoned."

"Yeah, well I forgot to remember.  That's how I forgot."

"Mmm, hm-m.  You're making real good sense now," I could barely get the
words out through the laughing and gasping for air.

"K, help me get something from my room, but remind me to get the sodas on
the way back."

"Sure, if you remember to tell me to remind ya."

There was a steep, narrow stairway leading up to his attic bedroom.  We had
to duck our heads to pass through the doorway.  This put us into a room
surprisingly larger than one might expect, but it looked real cozy for a
winter night, with two of the walls actually the sloping ceiling.  I helped
him take a large framed mirror from his bedroom wall, which hung by wires
from a huge hook like some oversized picture frame.  It was about 3 feet by
4 and was a heavy sucker.  "Can I ask ya something?  What the fuck are we
doing?"  He said to wait a minute and I'd see, and carried the mirror out
the door.

"Don't forget the sodas," he said over his shoulder as we passed the
bathroom.

Back in the living room, he propped the mirror on the floor against the big
armchair.  We were both upright on our knees as I was about to settle back
down on the floor, several feet away from him.  He casually explained that
when I had told him to stand up to look at himself in the mirror, he wanted
to see what I was talking about, how he would see himself as beautiful.
But he was feeling TOO LAZY TO DO IT STANDING UP and now he could see
himself while remaining on the floor!  After all the exertions of the last
10 minutes or so, that remark left me with only one course of action.  So I
dove at him and brought him the rest of the way to the floor, my arms
wrapped around his middle.  He fell backward, with his legs bent under him,
but he quickly pulled them out as I just as quickly maneuvered my way up
his torso.

He was trying to clamp his legs against me to slow my progress and it did
take me a few seconds to do it, but I was soon face to face and hovering
over him.  I was aware that with his feet now flat to the floor and his
knees up, on either side of me, he had a pretty good grip of my hips with
his thighs, and we had just rubbed our groins against each other quite
energetically for a moment with our little struggle.  I was working at
pinning his arms to the floor alongside his head.  We were both laughing
uncontrollably.  He was squirming under me and I could tell under his baggy
jeans he had at least the better part of a hard-on.

"Stop!  Tom, stop!  You're tickling me!"  he squealed.

I wasn't aware of that.  If I was tickling him, it wasn't with my hands -
they had a grip on his wrists.  But that was all I needed to hear.  I tried
to sit up on top of him while I released my hold and started making quick
jabs to his belly and ribs.  It was too much for him to take and with a
reflexive lurch he threw me from him with a quick arching of his back.  I
landed with my chest on his face and we quickly rolled apart, sprawling
across the floor, he rolling onto his belly.

It took quite awhile for us to calm down and get back to normal breathing.
We had both worked up a little bit more of a sweat All the while, laying
there on my back, all I could think about was how long ago it was since the
last time I touched another guy so much and with such affection; all the
way back to my high school days and the playful sex I had had with my two
buddies.

Jimmy spoke first.  "I can't get over how intense body contact is when
you're stoned on this stuff."  He rolled to his back and ran the fingertips
of one hand up and down his other arm.  He continued to do this for some
time while I pretended to be only casually interested.  I was definitely
starting to consider taking this situation further, since it seemed as
though he had been subtly baiting me, on and off, all evening.  Or was I
imagining it?

By this time I was in a quandary of sorts.  Was he entirely innocent of how
sexy I found his actions, or was he consciously trying to seduce me?  Was
my judgment impaired, befuddled by my blitzed state and my hitherto
repressed desires? And would I be taking unfair advantage of his youth and
inexperience if I proceeded?  If I was wrong in this, what would happen to
our newfound friendship?  Anyway, how WOULD I proceed?  In my experiences
with women, there were a number of relatively predictable signals when the
interests were sexual, and by this time in my life they were more or less
"set pieces": For each action or remark there was an appropriate reaction,
to get the desired results, and I always knew where I stood.  But this was
a guy - a kid, actually - and I was not feeling on solid ground.  I decided
there was no hurry and would just wait and see what developed, other than
what was already developing in my pants.

Jimmy was back up on his knees and had turned on the nearest table lamp.
He leaned forward onto his hands to bring his face closer to the mirror.
He gazed without expression at his image for a moment, then made a slight
frown at himself.  I crawled closer to him and watched.  When he saw that,
he smiled at me.

"So, what do ya think?" I asked.

"Hm-m-m.  Not much.  Actually, I feel kinda stupid."  And his grin got
wider.

We decided that my watching him made him feel that way, and it wasn't long
before the scene devolved into a funny-face contest between us.  We were
really having a fun time of it.  When we got tired of it, though, and had
fallen silent again, I coaxed him into sitting in front of his own image
once more.  He sat Indian fashion as we stared into it, with me up on my
knees with my hands on his shoulders.

"I guess I like my face OK after all," he said thoughtfully.  There was a
calm, serious tone in his voice until he said, "So what does it mean if I'm
not mad at ya, but now I think you're ugly?"  This cued another few minutes
of banter.  Finally he said, "I never noticed the family resemblance before
between you and me, either."  Then he made a strange, slight, twisting
motion with his shoulders, at the same time leaning some of his weight
against my palms.  Almost as if he was suddenly aware of doing this, he
jerked himself forward a few inches again.

"What?"  I said in a jokey way.

He hesitated before answering, then, "I told you how different it feels,
the tactile sensations."

In response, I squeezed him where I was holding him and massaged my way
toward his neck and then back around the mounds of his shoulders.  I really
wasn't thinking about anything but to elicit more laughs, until he did that
twisting thing again, leaned back, and made a little humming sound.  I
suddenly felt a little nervous, understanding what that could mean, and
quickly dropped my hands and moved away, likewise sitting Indian fashion.

"C'm'ere," he said with a new glint in his eye.  I was suspect of his
motives, and not a little reluctant.  Was this the start of something I
wasn't sure I was ready for, or just some more clowning around?  "C'mon,
c'mon!", he insisted as he reached out and took me by the arm.  When he saw
I remained sitting where I was, without letting go of my arm or unfolding
his legs he sidled closer till we faced each other and our knees were
touching.  "Tell me how this feels, " he said as he moved to hold me by the
wrist and turned my palm up.  He then began to run his fingertips along the
inside of my arm as he had done to himself.

Well, it felt great!  Light, electrical charges flashed through my skin,
raising goosebumps along the way.  There was a more insistent pulsing in my
cock and balls, and I could feel the underside of my cockhead slowly
rubbing along the soft cotton of my jockeys as the shaft slowly started to
lengthen and my foreskin started to draw back.  I tensed up, only allowing
him to continue for a few seconds.  I pulled my arm back.  "It tickles," I
muttered.

"Yeah, but it's so intense!"  He was so excited.  "Do it to me!" and he
thrust his arm at me.  I held his wrist and began "doing it" to him.  After
a few seconds, I stopped, but he insisted, "Don't stop!  That feels so
neat!"  So I started tickling his arm some more.  I was getting into it
now, changing the pace and pressure, using my fingernails too, and trailing
up to the crook of his elbow.  By now we had lowered his arm to where my
ankles were crossed, and although his hand was curled, when I reached that
sensitive skin, his hand flexed open a couple of times.  I could feel his
fingertips barely brush the double fold of my fly.  I knew it wasn't enough
pressure for him to feel my soon-to-be hard-on, but it made me anxious to
change the subject, so to speak.

He didn't change the subject, but did change positions.  Or, to be more
precise, he changed mine more than his own.  He moved me to lay me down and
rolled me over.  I knew where this was headed, and finally relaxed, folding
my arms under my face, while he reached over to turn off the lamp.  He ran
a finger along my spine and then along my side.  It was brief, and then he
moved to straddle my upper legs, immediately beginning again, now with both
hands.  I got comfortable, confident I could handle at least this much.  I
knew from here on anything could happen -- or nothing.  But at least I
wouldn't have to guess anymore, and I could keep things "decent" after all,
if necessary.

I had pretty much decided by now that cousin Jimmy was pretty innocent to
the effect he was having on me.  The grass was making him feel sensual and
he was indulging himself.  He didn't have to know that the night had become
very sexual from my point of view.

My complacency was short-lived.  In the background for the last few minutes
he was doing a running commentary on the "intense tactile sensations," but
he suddenly focused my attention as I felt a tugging at my shirt and I
could feel my shirttails slipping out of my jeans.  With both hands he
dragged my shirt all the way up to my shoulder blades, and immediately
started running his fingertips and fingernails up and down my exposed back
and along my sides.  It felt way too good for me to resist, and, what the
hell, I'd let him continue all night!  In this position he couldn't tell
that my cock was now a bar of steel.  We soon fell into a peaceful,
comfortable silence, and for a long time he gently stroked my tingling
skin.

"Now do me," he said suddenly, nearly jumping up from his seat on my
thighs.  Of course, I didn't want to move, so lulled was I, even as my cock
raged.  But changing places would be fun, too.  I slowly came back to
reality, and as I stirred I could tell that Jimmy was doing a lot more
moving around than I thought he had to, just to lie down.  What the--?  I
turned to him to see he was upright on his knees and pulling off his
T-shirt.  I was just in time for that moment when the shirt was still
wrapped around his head, and I got a quick glimpse of his exposed smooth
chest and the taut skin of his abs as he arched his back in the maneuver.
It was startling.  It was beautiful.  I was delighted!  Shit, I was near
crazy with lust!

He flopped down quickly, and even if he wasn't saying, "Do me, do me, do
me!" like a little kid, it was obvious by his body language how eager he
was for his turn.  He flailed around like a fish on a hook just landing on
the deck.  Yeah, this was gonna be fun.  I got comfortable alongside him,
rather than sitting on him as he had done me.  His face was turned away,
resting on his folded arms.  The first thing I noticed was how loosely his
jeans fit around his waist.  With a tilt of my head I could see way down
below the beltless waistband, but in the dimly lighted room, alas, I only
peered into darkness.  I did enjoy myself watching his torso quake and
flutter, tense and relax, like magic under my fingers.  I could see the
goosebumps that followed in the wake of my fingertips tracing across his
skin, and occasionally I watched as his entire back erupted into them, and
he'd let out a little moan or groan unabashedly.

Meanwhile, my hard cock in my jeans was uncomfortably constricted and
becoming more so by the minute.  I needed relief.  When I judged he was
sufficiently lulled, I stopped for a moment to make some adjustments,
figuring if I was fast enough he wouldn't have the time for my pause to
register.  As I leaned back and sucked in my stomach, I wriggled my hand
under my belt and into my briefs.  Of course, just when my hand was deep
inside my pants, moving my cock and balls around, Jimmy picked up his head
and turned to catch me red-handed.  I quickly pulled my hand out, certain
that my face reflected enormous guilt.  Fortunately - or unfortunately -
his gaze was directed at my crotch, not my face, and perhaps in
embarrassment he quickly put his head back down.  I was prepared to ignore
the incident, and assumed he would also.  I assumed wrong.

"I guess marijuana makes you horny, too."  His voice was slightly muffled
as he spoke into the crook of his arm.  Then he hunched up his hips and
slipped his hand under himself, saying, "Need to fix myself, too."

That was an admission that emboldened me.  "Got a hard-on?"

"Yeah, man.  I've had a boner on and off since we first got stoned.  Like I
said, everything feels so good since we got high."

"We can stop, if you're feeling awkward or embarrassed or something."

He picked up his head and turned to face me again.  "No way, man!  I'd
rather put up with being embarrassed if I can keep feeling these feelings.
Unless you don't wanna do this anymore--"

I noticed he wasn't looking me in the eye as he spoke, but at my crotch.
"No, no," I answered, maybe too quickly. "As long as you're OK with it --
I'm having a good time, too."  My hands were already back on his skin, and
I immediately ran my fingernails not too lightly up his sides to his
armpits as if to punctuate my words, and he flinched in response.  About
ten seconds later, he rolled onto his back away from me.  Uh-oh!  Was he
having second thoughts?  Was our fun and games over?

"Let's stop a minute," he said.  "I wanna talk to you about somethin'."  He
looked me straight in the eye this time as he sat up.  I watched his
stomach muscles tighten, revealing six-pack abs much more defined than the
subtle curves the taut skin had only hinted at earlier.  Whew!  At least he
said to stop for "a minute," I thought, and I really didn't care that he
saw where I was looking.

"Sure, Jimmy.  Is something wrong?"

"Uh-uh, I'm lovin' this."  He turned his eyes away from me now, but he
moved very close as he folded his legs in front of himself.  He reached for
his drink and took a big gulp, then a few more sips.  I wondered if this
served the same purpose, to brace himself as he prepared to proceed, as
alcohol would have.

"Tom, I always thought that when two guys enjoyed each other's company, and
felt kinda close, as we seem to - you know, like our minds have a kind of
special connection - that it's kinda frustrating to be confined to some
rules that society says we should."

As I said, he was pretty intelligent for his age, and I could tell he
wanted to express some deep thoughts.  I wondered if I was prepared for
what was coming.

"So, I always thought it was kinda stupid if I felt the need to touch
someone affectionately, that 'they' say guys aren't supposed to show that
physically.  I mean, too, that if I have thoughts about the kind of
feelings I have that give me a hard-on, I shouldn't have to be embarrassed
about it in front of someone I feel close to.  All guys get hard-ons.  Do
you know what I mean?"

"Well, I guess I do.  I often feel that some 'rules' are stupid or get in
my way."  I tried to smile a little, but found it impossible to direct my
eyes toward his, even though I knew he wasn't looking at me either.

"What I mean is, I got a boner, you got a boner, we both know it, and we
both know it was from the tactile stuff we've been doin'.  And it should
have been expected, what with being stoned and all.  So If we're friends,
why should we pretend it isn't happening?  It isn't like we're doin'
somethin' wrong, having sex or somethin'.  It's just a physical thing.  Do
you think my thinking is kinda dumb, or crazy?

"No," I answered, "not crazy at all.  It makes sense to me."

"Like, it's not that I've ever felt free enough before," my cousin
continued, jumping in quickly as if to get everything said before his
courage failed.  "I mean, no one's ever seen me hard before, and maybe it's
the grass, but I can hardly stand pretending.  It's like I'm being
dishonest with you.  It's just that, it's not like I want to show off or
somethin', I just don't want to hide, or pretend it's not happening."

Apparently this wasn't heading towards actual sex after all.  I was both
relieved and disappointed.  I supposed he was too young after all, and
taking only a small, unsure first step.  As a matter of fact, I wasn't too
sure if I was ready either.  He must have been waiting for a response from
me, while I was lost in my own thoughts.

"Did I say too much, Tommy?"  He was looking into my eyes now, but quickly
looked down.  "Maybe getting high loosened my inhibitions - or my tongue -
too much.  I'm sorry I--uh--"

"No, no, no," I said with my most soothing voice.  "Don't be sorry."  I
wrapped an arm around his neck in a hug and drew the side of his head
against my mouth.  I almost kissed his hair, but caught myself.  "I think
there's something in what you said.  I think you're right, but I don't
think I'd have ever have had the nerve to say it."

"Do you--do ya still want to touch each other some more?"

"Sure!  Wanna smoke another one?"

"Yeah!"  He grabbed a couple more sips from the soda can, leaning back on
one arm and tipping his head back.  He started to get up.  "I'm empty.
Want another can?"

I did.  And I also had to go to the can, so I told him I'd be right back,
too.  Glad for the break, and my hard-on down considerably to something
more manageable and discrete, I took another long, long piss, leaving the
bathroom door wide open. When I walked into the hallway, he was waiting to
go in.

"You didn't have to wait for me," I said.  "We did it together before."

"Guess I suddenly got shy, after saying what I said."

I assured him his newfound modesty was misplaced, and although I was dying
to get another good look at his equipment, I left him to do his business in
privacy.  I was lying on the floor against the sofa when he returned,
taking another joint from my shirt pocket.  As he sat down beside me, he
told me that when we finished this one, it was my turn again.

We were both really zipped by the time I started to stretch out on my
belly.  But cousin Jimmy said I should roll over onto my back.  When I
flipped over, I tucked my hands behind my head and we settled into
comfortable positions once more.  He seemed to hesitate, and then he asked
me if I'd care to remove my shirt.  I moved to do it, but he stopped me.
If it was OK with me, I should stay comfortable and he'd just open the
buttons himself.  No problem.  Until I felt my re-tucked shirttails start
to slide out from my jeans!  Then I felt that familiar stirring in my groin
again.  It worried me, but I felt that at least with my jeans on and the
fact that my cock was pointing straight up along my belly, and in light of
our previous conversation, this ought to be all right.  If he could live
with feeling embarrassed, as he claimed, then I could too.

"Ooh!  You have hair on your chest!"  Jimmy sounded quite delighted.  I did
have a light dusting of light brown hair across my pecs.  It funneled to a
long faint line to my navel and became a little more dense below it as a
"treasure trail" leading to my pubes.  He tentatively played his fingers
through it and talked about how much he admired it and hoped he would
sprout some too, things like that.

The sensations were fabulous!  The satisfaction reflected in the tone of
his voice, and the flattery and such, were quite thrilling to me. In no
time at all I could feel my cock stretch out and harden to its limits.  And
to my own surprise, I was real relaxed and having a good time.  Then after
maybe ten minutes or so, Jimmy asked me if he could loosen my belt, saying
that he knew the best sensations would be a little lower.  Even as I was
hesitant in my mind, I was astonished to hear my own voice saying, "Go
right ahead.  Do whatever ya want."  Where the fuck did that come from?

Cousin Jimmy had no hesitation at all.  He immediately opened the buckle.
Then he slid it from its loops and proceeded to open the first three
buttons of my fly.  I could feel him trying to splay it wide, and when it
wouldn't stay, he folded the two corners under.  His fingers came
dangerously close to touching "it" a couple of times, but didn't.  I
wondered if he could see the lump of my cockhead and considered whether I
should pick up my head to glance down there.  Of course he could, I
decided. I knew how far up in my briefs it would extend, but maybe in the
dim light it wasn't too distinct.  What the hell.  I could at least pretend
to be nonchalant, and I tried not to think about it.

He was right.  The best sensations WERE a little lower.  All around my inny
belly button and farther down to my low-waisted jockeys, his fingertips
played and were turning me on as never before, the feeling of gooseflesh
coming and going, the tensing and relaxing of all my muscles.  From time to
time he would gently touch along the waistband and sometimes slip his
fingers an inch or so under them.  A few times he used his fingernails to
scratch me through the soft cloth on either side of my cock.  The chills of
electricity were incredible!  One time, he actually nudged my stiff rod
with his knuckles and muttered a quiet "sorry".

He had been talking quietly all the while, mostly joking about unrelated
things, nothing heavy.  But after that, he was mostly quiet.  After twenty
or thirty minutes he decided it was his turn again.

As we switched places he opened his fly all the way, spreading it all the
way open and exposing lots of white cotton.  He lay back but quickly popped
up again, staring right into my eyes.  "I wanna take 'em off.  Would that
freak you out?"

With all that had gone on up to now, the physical sensations, the things
going on in my mind, the great high, not to mention this man/boy creature
before me who was looking more and more beautiful with every passing hour,
I was OK with anything he wanted.  I told him so, but without saying all
that stuff.

Thinking fast, I said, "Zip it back up."  He looked at me with something
like fear and/or disappointment, until I quickly added, "Let me take 'em
off ya while I'm doing you."  That brought a big smile to his lips and his
dope-glassy eyes sparkled in the candlelight.

He lay back down and brought his hands up under his head, his lips held
tight but the smile remaining.  I placed my hands firmly on his chest just
below the nipples: tiny things, even smaller than mine, and pale, almost
matching the rest of his skin, and hard like a couple of pebbles.  I ran my
palms everywhere there was exposed skin, slowly, like beginning a massage.
But gradually I lightened my touch until I was barely grazing the subtle
contours of his nearly developed chest.  There was a light glaze of sweat
under my fingertips, and I knew my touch would be barely perceptible.  If
he had any hair at all, touching it would have been the only way to have
made less contact.  But there was no hair, only the faintest fuzz a couple
of inches beneath his navel.  I decided now was the time to go for the
pants, and just before I reached the top snap, I saw, or felt, the skin of
his belly flutter under my touch, followed by a low moaning through his
closed lips.

I popped the snap as gently as I could, my fingers trembling with nervous
anticipation.  I think Jimmy could detect it too, but I was long past
caring about projecting a self-assured image.  I slowly drew the zipper
down two or three inches and glided my fingers back up along his abs to his
chest.  I slid them to his sides, thinking to imitate the feeling of water
droplets coursing down.  But temptation being too much to resist, my
fingers were soon back down at his fly.  They slid under the waistband,
causing the skin to flutter again as I continued under the denim until I
reached the elastic of his briefs.  They were way down there!  I almost
thought he somehow had removed them.

I worked my fingers under the elastic just behind the zipper.  Until now,
there was no sign of his being erect.  He wore his jeans fairly loose, at a
time long before baggies were the fashion.  But as I spread my fingers
toward his hips I lightly nudged what must have been "it."  But the touch
was so slight I could hardly be sure.  "Sorry."

"It's nothin'," he whispered.

My frustration too great, I immediately opened his zipper the rest of the
way and spread the opening as far as it would go.  And that was a lot.  The
bottom of the V came even with the bottom of his jockeys.  I could see his
hip bones well above the expanse of white cotton and drew circles around
them.  I could smell his teenboy scent.  The mound of his penis was
evident, pointing to one hip, but I could tell it still had a ways to go
before it was rigid.  I scratched at the cloth quickly and his body
shuddered in response.  My own cock pulsed like a chain reaction and I felt
my first surge of precum escape to moisten the tip.

My fingers traveled up to his chest again and flicked each hard nipple
lightly with my nails.  I enjoyed his response to this and continued this
treatment with each of four fingers to each one.  They stood out from atop
the lightly muscled mounds of his pecs.  Then for the next few minutes I
was all over his chest and sides and up into his armpits.  His giggles were
muted and I was careful to not get too carried away and tickle him too
much.

I could not get over how beautiful his tight, flawless skin looked
stretched over his chest and abs.  There were slight, elongated
indentations on either side of the stomach muscles and another, deeper one
at the center, indicating his belly button.  When my hands reached the
denim, I tugged gently.  He raised himself enough for me to work his jeans
lower, but I only lowered them enough to get past his briefs.  His briefs
fit him loosely also, and I noticed that his jeans had dragged them down a
little on one side, and from what I could tell, it must have exposed a good
amount of one cheek underneath him.  I also watched with amazement as his
cock began to fill quickly with blood under the white fabric.  In about a
minute or so it had thickened, and I could see it grow longer, threatening
to push past the elastic waistband.  It didn't quite make it.  In fact, his
hard-on nudged against it and pushed it about a half-inch back upward on
his stomach.  Then, amazingly, it flexed once and did lift it away from his
skin a little for a split second.

I may have been staring for a minute or so without touching him, it was so
entrancing a scene, but his eyes were closed and I figured he was getting
off on my watching.  My hands were shaking again as I placed them on his
lower belly, each thumb on the waistband less than an inch from his cock.
They grazed him in that area for a few seconds and I decided to stand up
and take off my jeans, too, although I kept on my unbuttoned shirt.
 Maybe it was an innate sense of fairness to not let him be alone in his
near nakedness; maybe it was the thrill of being unclothed in front of him.
Whatever, his eyes popped open and he watched me quickly pull down my
pants.  His eyes darted to mine at first but immediately shifted to my
covered but swollen groin until I bent over him and moved into position to
pull his pants off the rest of the way.

Instead of returning alongside his torso, I kneeled between his legs,
bumping them lightly as I moved closer to his crotch so he'd spread wider.
He watched me move until I settled back on my haunches, then closed his
eyes again.  My eyes immediately devoured the white covered part of his
torso, and I noticed immediately that with the sagging way he wore his
briefs, there was considerable space between the legbands and the flesh of
his thighs.  There was a wet spot now surrounding my own cockhead, bigger
than a silver dollar, and the first hint of pre-cum appeared at his.

The soft cotton draping over his cock and balls created distinct outlines
of each feature. I bent over him and got seriously into sending
thrill-charges through him with my hands, difficult though it was to
prevent myself from grabbing hold of his cock.  His scent was stronger now,
sweet and musky, and as it wafted up to my nostrils I could feel another
wet surge leak from the slit of my rod.  I felt desperate to get his briefs
off and at least see his three piece set, all hard and throbbing, and hoped
that that time would come.

I continued to pleasure him, and eventually included the top portions of
his thighs, especially the insides.  This was a fruitful tack to take,
because he eventually bent his knees slightly to raise his legs, and I was
able to see the tan-pink flesh of part of one of his balls peeking out
through the opening at the leg-hole.  Eventually, I was able to tickle his
leg in a way that caused him to spread a bit wider, and most of that
testicle was out.  Not satisfied, I continued to return to that area until
I was able to push the loose fabric aside discretely and expose the whole
half of his nutsack.

His balls were not going to be overly large, I could tell, but they hung
low in their skin.  Because I could feel my own pre-cum leaking just about
steadily for awhile now, I checked to see how much of me was visible.  It
was too far gone to even be called a spot anymore.  My briefs were
semi-transparent from the tip of my penis to halfway down the length of the
shaft and as wide as it was long.  The folds of my retracted foreskin were
pretty obvious.  It wouldn't be long before the transparency would reach
the Y of my flyfront.  Jimmy's wet spot had grown too, and I could see the
pinkness of his flesh at the ridge of his cockhead.  His foreskin had to be
retracted pretty much all the way How big a puddle lay on his belly
remained to be seen (I hoped).

Little by little I had been traveling farther down his sides toward his
back and the top of his asscheeks, as much as I could reach without making
him lift up.  Eventually I move alongside him and spent more time at the
side of his torso closest to me; finally I prodded him gently, urging him
to roll till he lay on his side.  I made sure his arm remained stretched
over his head and continued to slowly and gently run my fingertips and
palms and knuckles the length of his torso.  I was careful to choose his
side where I suspected his underwear exposed the most of his butt, and
although the waistband wasn't low enough to reveal the crack, it was enough
to allow the roundness of his cheek to be revealed.  I didn't know if I
wanted to die or cum!

A few minutes later, I had him rolled the rest of the way onto his belly,
and before much longer I was alternating between light brushing touches and
firm massaging strokes.  We spoke infrequently throughout the time I
handled him, either joking about ticklishness (I'd threatened to take
fuller advantage of his low threshold once or twice), or commenting about
what were specifically more pleasurable touches, and the like.  So I didn't
ask before I slid my hands under the waistband rather boldly and filled my
palms with the flesh of his hard, round, little buttcheeks.  I kneaded them
briefly then allowed my wrists to force the garment downward until most of
his butt was exposed.  Jimmy didn't comment at all, but I thought in the
silence he might hear the thudding of my heartbeat, which I could feel
pounding even in my head.

Before much more time went by, I straddled Jimmy's legs and eventually
pulled his jockeys till they caught under his perfect butt where it met his
legs.  His buttcheeks were perfectly round, smallish, like two halves of a
grapefruit, and very muscular all at the same time.  The texture was finer
than satin and hard, yet soft, and not a hair was to be found.  At the
sides were concave hollows that were shadows in the dim light, and the
crevice between the two halves was kinda short and narrower than my little
finger.

There was a dimple on either side of his spine just below the small of his
back.  My hands never left his butt once it was naked, and never stopped
kneading the flesh or gently brushing over them.  I was able to create
little trails of goosebumps almost continuously for the five or so minutes
I handled his buttcheeks, and though I parted that crack a couple of times
to peak at the little pink, almost hairless rosebud, I didn't dare to touch
him there.  I did get my fingers pretty close.  The first time I pulled the
firm mounds apart, he clenched briefly and I saw the slit quickly open and
close, causing me to sigh involuntarily.

Another time, I wet my finger with spit and lightly drew a few circles
slowly at the tip of his tailbone where his crack began.  "Oh, what are you
doing?" he cried.  "It feels like it's hot and cold at the same time."  It
was a trick my recent ex-fiancee had done to me a few times.  When I told
him it was my wet finger, he said he couldn't really feel anything touching
him, just the hot/cold sensation.

All too soon, cousin Jimmy stirred and told me it was my turn again.  He
moved slowly, one hand pulling at the waistband of his briefs behind him,
although he did it carelessly and barely covered his asscrack before he
rolled over and sat up.  I wanted to ask him if he was comfortable with the
liberties I had taken, but couldn't find the words - or the nerve.

"That was so fabulous!" he said with a smile, much to my relief.  He sat
close facing me.  "You do understand what I meant about, uh, intimacy."  I
hoped he saw my faint smile rather than the worry I had felt until that
moment.  "Anything left of that joint?"  He looked around for the ashtray.

Indeed there was.  But I lit a new one instead.  "Let's try something," I
said.  I moved closer, hyper-aware that we were both sitting there in our
jockeys with obvious erections tenting them and showing through the
semi-transparent fabric.  I circled his folded legs with my own until I
could feel our naked skin touching firmly.  His knees rested on top of me
just above mine.  As I put the joint between his lips and leaned forward, I
said, "Hold it with your lips.  This is called a 'shotgun.'  Wait till I
put it in my mouth before you suck in the smoke, then toke slowly."  As he
pursed his lips, they barely touched mine and I blew gently through the J
as he drew his breath.

"Yikes!" he exclaimed a moment later when the new effect hit him.  "That
was REALLY intense!  Let's do it again -- as soon as I get my shit
together.  Oh, let me do it to you first."

I knew he was now into the stratosphere.  I took the joint in my mouth and
got ready.  His face slowly approached mine and suddenly his lips were
against mine wrapped around the slender cigarette.  Not just touching, but
right up against mine.  I sucked; he blew.  Among the thousand thoughts and
sensations I had at that moment I knew, finally, that he really was trying
to seduce me, and I knew I would let it happen.  We took a couple more
tokes each the regular way, then I shotgunned him once more.

Jimmy slipped my shirt from my shoulders and had me lie down on my belly.
I lay my head on folded arms as he straddled me below my butt, sitting on
his haunches and my thighs.  He began with a rather firm but slow massage
at my shoulders and neck, gradually working downward to my briefs, then
back up. His touch got more and more gentle, traveling across my bare skin,
not even hesitating as he delved into my dripping armpits.  Then he went
back to massaging me, only this time the waistband was no boundary.
 He kneaded my clenching buttcheeks through the cotton for some time, then
gradually returned to a gentler touch, using his nails from time to time to
scratch at the fabric.  With no finesse whatsoever he grabbed at my hips
and pulled down my underwear to expose my ass.  He massaged firmly and
several times I could tell he pulled my cheeks apart quickly to glimpse my
hole.

Exposing my most secret part was extremely exciting.  The sparks of fire
that shot throughout my body were so thrilling and I felt my steely cock
pressed hard against my belly, still covered by my jockeys and pulsing
precum non-stop.  I felt on the verge of orgasm for such a long time now,
but struggled to stay in control.  His touch became gentle again, and then
I could feel his weight shift and lighten up.  I could feel him kneeling
between my legs now, spreading wider and spreading my legs at the same
time.  I felt the pressure of my underwear around my upper thighs as they
stretched tighter.  His fingernails scratched with varying pressure in long
outward strokes from my crack to the hollows of my butt cheeks, over and
over again.  Then I felt the length of a finger at the back of my scrotum
and slowly glide upward and across my sweaty ass hole to the base of my
spine.  He repeated it several times, each pass with more pressure.  He
paused once with his fingertip at the pucker of my anus, applying slightly
more pressure, then he did it again.  Cousin Jimmy was poking at my
butthole!

He stopped cold just as I guessed he was gonna go in.  He didn't.  Instead
he moved alongside me and none too gently rolled me to my back.  I stared
at his soaking wet jockeys, the pole pointing toward his hip and the pink
color and contours blatant even in the dim light.  There was no modesty
now, no shyness.  He grinned as he straddled my legs on his knees and
pushed his hand into his briefs while he held the elastic with the other.
I watched as he quickly grabbed his boner and shifted it toward the other
hip.  The movement exposed the head of his cock for a split second, and I
saw it wasn't quite fully uncovered by the foreskin.  When he withdrew his
hand he put two fingertips up to his face and his tongue darted out to lick
them

My own cock was still covered by my jockeys but the cloth was stretched
tightly over it.  I could feel the waistband lift and fall against my skin
with the pulse of my heartbeat in my rampant dick.  Had I ever been this
hard before, this aroused?  It was only a matter of time, I knew, before it
would pop free of the stressed fabric.  Jimmy leaned far over me, pushing
my hands under my head and bringing his face close to mine.

"You are so cool to do this with me," he whispered, "and it's so much fun."
His glassy eyes were opened wide, as was his smile.  "Isn't it?"

I was way beyond words.  I simply closed my eyes and with a sigh, slowly
nodded my head.

He leaned back and pulled at the elastic of my underwear, moving them up
toward my hips an inch or two, as far as they could go, since my still
naked butt held them locked in place under me.  This relieved some but not
all of the pressure against my hard cock.  Jimmy resumed touching my skin,
now with firm massaging, now with gentle brushes, all over my chest and
pecs and shoulders; my neck and armpits; my upper arms; down to my sides
and abs and hips; the tops of my thighs, inside and out.  His movements
were uninterrupted by the partially bunched narrow expanse of my jockeys,
but I wished they weren't there, intruding on the smooth flow of the
arousal that coursed over my ever more sensitive skin.

When he had begun this part of his ministrations my heavy lidded eyes were
open and watching the excited expressions of his wonderful face, but
somewhere along the line I closed out the world and I went deeper and
deeper into an unreal state of calm arousal.  It was more than the physical
contact and physical excitation.  There was an element added by the
emotional connection with cousin Jimmy, combined with his physical beauty
and my attraction to it; and my repressed desires finally unleashed,
without fear or shame.  We were sharing his hormone-fed curiosity by my
allowing him the freedom to explore his feelings and my body, and it was
implicit that we would reverse our roles before the night was through.  I
was communicating with him on a level I had never known before, or even
suspected existed, and this was not only a physical exercise but an
emotional and an intellectual one as well.

Vaguely, I became aware of a new sensation.  In spite of the fact that
Jimmy had been at my butt hole a short while ago, for some reason I still
was rather doubtful he would actually touch my hard cock.  But he was doing
just that at this very moment, first gently, then with ever increasing
pressure.  One finger stroked my pulsing hard-on very slowly, and as he
added one more finger, then another, I felt his other hand lightly tickling
my balls through the soft cotton of the briefs.  He continued this for
quite some time, and I could sense he was becoming bolder in his handling
of me.

Then he did it!  First he took his hands away completely, causing me to
open my eyes again, but he immediately put his fingertips under the
waistband, the light touch of his knuckles causing the skin of my lower
belly to quiver for the hundredth time this evening.  I watched his face,
flush with excitement, his tongue sliding slowly from side to side between
tight lips and his eyes sparkling as he slowly blinked.  He lifted the
cloth and I could feel the slimy wetness of pre-cum that attached to my
flesh and the cloth.

My rampant pole bobbed a couple of times as I felt my last garment slide
down.  I was more excited than I could ever remember, knowing cousin Jimmy
was seeing my hot rod for the first time.  He had said earlier that no one
had ever seen his erection, so it was safe to assume he was getting his
first look at one too.  The fact that it was mine he was staring at excited
me almost more than I could bear.  His finger slid slowly up the naked
length for the first time.  Then back down to the base at my scrotum.
 He did it again but then continued down as he gently stroked my low
hanging nuts.

Jimmy moved out of the way to take down my underpants the rest of the way.
It gave me the chance to gaze at his still covered cock and I was
mesmerized by how animated it seemed under the sagging, semi-transparent
cloth.  He stayed at my side now and gently took hold of my cock with all
the fingertips of one hand while he lifted my balls with the other.  He
slowly drew my skin up over the head, pulling it as far as it would go,
which brought my balls higher out of my crotch.  When he let the skin slip
back down the shaft, he cuddled my balls as they sagged, rolling them
gently in his palm.  A long sigh escaped him as he sat the rest of the way
down without ever letting go of my shaft and balls.  He fondled me for a
few moments more, then went back to brushing his fingers over my lower
torso and upper thighs including my genitals now without any hesitance,
with occasional excursions up to my chest,.

As far as I was concerned, this could go on forever, but I had a more
definite agenda now.  I finally whispered, "It's your turn now."

As I sat up, he wriggled in anticipation almost before I got the words out.
He licked some goo from his fingers.  My goo.  "Wait a sec."  He reached
across me to the ashtray and retrieved the biggest roach sitting at its
edge, his other hand gently caressing the length of my raging dick.  For a
couple of seconds I felt strange, sitting here naked on the floor with my
hot prong standing straight up from my lap, another guy handling it with
affection.  He finally surrendered it to light the joint, took two quick
tokes and put it to my lips.  I took one hit, he took two more.  When he
offered it to me again I shook my head and he dropped it back in the
ashtray.  As I sat up, he lay down on his back, propping himself on his
elbows.

"Come here -- closer -- closer."  I leaned further till my face was within
inches of his.  He brought his hand to the back of my neck and stretched
forward, then licked me from the tip of my nose to my forehead.  He put one
hand behind his head as he let me go and settled himself back.  He put his
other hand into my lap and squeezed my upright cock with a gentle upward
pull, trapping the tip of his index finger in the folds of foreskin.  He
put the finger to his lips and a long string of glistening pre-cum
stretched away from the end of my cock before it broke.  He sucked his
finger into his mouth to the second knuckle.  Then he tucked his hand
behind his head with the other one and settled in.

But his hard cock was anything but settled.  It bounced uncontrollably
under his near threadbare jockeys.  I wasted no time pulling down the
elastic about four inches down the shaft.  The head just about reached his
belly button.  As it pulsed it raised his briefs away from his belly by
three or four inches, the first throb actually forcing the elastic to slide
down the shaft another inch.  In the fifteen or so seconds I stared at this
beauty pre-cum oozed from the slit, the second time being the more
spectacular.  It started as a sparkling drop in the small indentation that
surrounded the piss slit, but it quickly grew until it overflowed and
became two rivulets that drooled to either side of the cockhead and flowed
down to his belly.  In just a few seconds the whole cockhead had been
inundated with a fresh coating of the thick, clear stuff that draped down
to his belly like a gossamer veil.  And I thought no one could pre-cum more
than me!

Wasting no more time, I dragged his jockey underpants off him.  I placed
the flat of my hand to the side of his inny and slid my fingers into the
edge of the slimy pool, continuing downward to his lower belly and under
the full length of his cock.  Making big circles, I smeared it to his hips
and over his abs.  His cock was like a separate living thing, an exotic
animal pulsing with a life of its own as it bounced and rolled across his
lower abdomen.  I took it in my hand and coated what little of it that was
still dry with his cock-drool.  I played the loose skin up and down the
shaft and up over the head and with the same hand went down to his nuts to
cuddle and fondle them.

His balls were about the same size as mine, but looked kinda small next to
his cock (whereas my nuts looked bigger than they really were).  We both
had low-hangers that just reached the surface of whatever we were lying on.
There were some fine hairs along each side of his nutsack but the thin skin
was otherwise smooth.  Aside from the fact that his pubes were just a small
patch of gold verging on red, as opposed to my profuse growth of light
brown, our family resemblance was really obvious in our uncut cocks, with
one other major exception.  He had what must have been close to two inches
on me.  It seemed the same thickness as mine, which looked pretty fat on my
seven-and-a-quarter or so inches.  Of course, with his length, his cock
look downright streamlined.

The head of his cock was also similar to mine.  That is, it would be the
same size around as the shaft were it not for the prominence of the flange
around its base.  The tip of his cock came almost to a rounded point, while
mine tended to be slightly more bulbous, but we both had what I thought was
the cutest feature, a slight upturn of our cockheads that tended to give
them a perky kind of personality.  I have a generous overhang when erect;
he had more.  On both of us it was just snug enough so that it could pretty
much stay put wherever we wanted.

Later I was to determine the remaining differences between our dicks, when
we were both standing up.  My erect cock has the very slightest bend to the
left, and his went slightly to the right.  And while my cock curved upward
and stood at maybe a forty-five degree angle, his went straight out,
perfectly parallel to the floor but for the little upward tilt of the
cockhead at the tip.

As I sat with my legs folded alongside his prone body, I leaned further
over his amazing sixteen-year-old boner to get a closer look.  I was
thinking that as I sat here in this cozy little den I was getting to know
him better by becoming more familiar with his sex organs.  I handled him in
every way I could, short of actually jacking him off.  My hands were on his
cock and balls for ten minutes.  Or was it two hours?  I don't know.  I
felt I was in a trance, or a dream, or some kind of paradise.  Whatever, it
was easily the most comfortable I had ever been in the company of someone
else.  Hell, it was the most comfortable I had ever been with MYSELF!  This
was the beginning of my realization of who I really was.  I wasn't only
getting to know my cousin, but getting to know myself as well.

After awhile of close scrutiny, I moved over and sat between his legs, as
close to his crotch as I could.  His legs were spread so wide that, for
comfort, he bent his knees.  His balls fell to the floor, and the next time
I lifted them, I saw his pink, pretty pucker, looking like an invitation to
come and visit.  The mixture of pre-cum and sweat made it an easy glide
down into the now shallow crevice.  The edge of my index finger slipped
right past his anus, and I could feel the fever radiating from within him.
As my hand turned to caress his little buttcheek, I brought my other hand
down past his crotch to cup the other.

He had brought his feet closer to his ass, only his toes touching the
floor.  This took most of the weight off my hands while rotating his little
hole higher into my view.  With a hand on each cheek I pulled them apart,
causing the few blond hairs to part and his ass hole to open ever so
little, just enough for a glimpse of the deep rosy pink at its center.  I
did this several times, trying to make his hole open further, though I
didn't succeed.  Using two fingers, I scooped some slime from his dickhead
a passed them over the tiny pucker, and repeated this a couple more times.

Without applying very much pressure, there was a surprising amount of give
surrounding his hole.  I knew Jimmy was feeling a lot of great erotic
sensation from this although I had never done anything like this before,
and amazingly, somewhere inside me, or everywhere inside me, was also a lot
of pleasure going on.  Jimmy made a strange, short moaning sound and at the
same time I felt his weight come down on my hands.  But in the next second
his feet left the floor and he curled himself a little, keeping his knees
apart but bringing them toward his chest.  Was this an invitation, or what?

I scooped more juice from his belly and went back to slime his hole good.
I played around it and teased it and soon had a finger tapping at his
pucker, watching in astonishment at how animated it had become.  I pushed
at it gently and it gave way for me.  This was my first experience at
taking my time and getting a close look at a butthole, thinking about how
surprised I was to be doing this with another guy.  I didn't go very far
in, half the fingernail was still in view.  I pulled it out and slipped
back in a couple more times, never venturing any deeper.  The next time I
took it back out and used my other index finger to play around the edges
with it, stretching the little rim in opposite directions to see how much I
could open it.

With a sigh, Jimmy pulled his knees all the way to his chest, spreading
them wider and rolling himself almost to his shoulders.  I moved closer
till my folded legs were against him, helping to support his weight.  I
glanced over at the mirror, as I had done from time to time during the
course of the evening, admiring our sweat glistened young bodies moving
sensuously in our explorations.  The curve of Jimmy's ass was so beautiful
with his body folded over so tightly.  From this angle, almost in profile,
twin curves were formed by the way his buttcrack defined the smooth
roundness.  My hands were all over his asscheeks and prying his ass hole
open and letting it close over and over again.  I had a strong urge to put
my lips to that cute little virgin hole, but resisted, not knowing if it
would gross him out.  It wasn't something I had ever considered before,
though I had heard about it and read about it.  I did push my finger into
him more boldly, withdrawing and re-entering a number of times, going
deeper each time and feeling the tight muscle relenting more and more to
give me easier access.  I was afraid of touching a turd if I went too deep,
but there was nothing there but the smooth, slick, wet, tender tissue of
his insides.  And there was the erotic feeling of his sphincter clutching
and relaxing around my finger as it slipped ever more easily in and out of
him.

I searched for, and found, his prostate gland (I was a medic after all, in
the not too distant past), and as I touched over it the first time, Jimmy
gave out a long moan that went higher and higher in register.  As I kept
fingerfucking his hot hole, his moans continued, though they grew quieter
and quieter.  I wanted to add a second finger, since I wouldn't bring my
lips or tongue into contact.  I had such a need to put more of me inside
him.  But since this was new to both of us, I didn't know what would become
uncomfortable or even painful for him, and I would resist everything to
keep from breaking the mood.  Having lost all track of time god knows how
long ago, I eventually stopped this anal action and guided his legs back
down.  They wrapped tightly around me on the floor.  And my hands just
naturally gravitated to his cock and balls again of their own volition.  I
spent another long time fondling him and urging more and more silky wet
fluids to pump from his cumhole.

It seemed we were hours silent. And hours with rock hard cocks.  It wasn't
very long though before my random handling of these beautiful genitals
became rather gentle strokes up and down his long pole, first as playful
pulling on his loose, fleshy skin.

Then I did begin to jack him off.  It started as mere caresses and squeezes
of his glorious proud cock, but eventually they were strokes, just as I
would have been jerking myself off.  I never even realized it till cousin
Jimmy began to groan in pleasure.  Oh, no, this wasn't going to end so soon
if I had anything to do with it.  I lay his throbbing member back down on
his body and returned to the earlier activity where this all began, with
gentle, erotic stroking all over his torso, this time with frequent returns
to his big teenage dick.

"Let's take a break, cuz," I said softly.

"Good idea," he answered.  "I'm real thirsty."

The sound of our voices, though hardly more than whispers, seemed almost
rude in breaking the silence.  The music had stopped long ago, although
when that happened was lost in time.  The only sounds in a long time had
been wordless ones that came from us, but these seemed unobtrusive and
natural in the environment we had created.

I picked up my watch from my pile of clothes, only vaguely aware that Jimmy
had removed it from me sometime earlier.  1:05.  We had missed the
beginning of the new year.  It didn't seem to matter.  We padded into the
kitchen in just our socks, hard-ons leading the way, and gathering all the
empty cans on the way.  Jimmy flipped a light switch.  He immediately
flipped it back off.  Much too bright.  He opened the fridge and used that
light to find some tall glasses and pour orange juice into them.

We decided to move our activities to his bedroom, so we picked up the
clutter in the living room and dropped our clothes on his floor.  He turned
on a lamp fixed with a very low wattage that he said he preferred when he
was alone.  When we set the mirror back in place, he slipped a couple of
books behind it near the top, explaining that the angle would be perfect to
see ourselves on the bed.  He obviously spent a good deal of time here and
had developed a peaceful atmosphere for himself over time, even finding
easily a radio station that played light classical music.  We returned to
the living room to double check that everything was presentable for when
his mom returned - he even sprayed some room deodorizer around - and turned
out the light, each of us carrying a candle.

We made a pit stop together again, and at his suggestion he held my penis
for me, standing so that he could handle me the way he did himself and
still be able to watch.  We were both half hard, and when the last drops
fell he finished me off in the intimate and familiar way he handled himself
and finally pulled my skin forward over the head.

"I always wanted to do that with someone," he said.  "I'm glad it was you.
It was perfect."

I returned the favor.  He was right.  Even though it was something that
never entered my mind before, somehow it WAS a perfect experience.

We lay down side by side on his narrow bed.  It seemed as if we never
stopped touching each other all night so far, and we continued to touch
each other as we spoke softly about how great a time we were having.  We
smoked the remains of a couple of the larger roaches, and before too long
we were giggling like school kids again as we had earlier in the evening.
Somehow the sensuality of the mood remained even now as we became rowdier
and rowdier.  At last I could resist no more the temptation to tickle the
piss out of him, and for a long time I got off on doing just that.  The
sound of his laughter was so musical, so real.  I thought it was very sexy.
It matched perfectly his happy expressions.

My cock got rigid almost as soon as I started.  It began to stir even
before, when I first decided and planned on getting him.  Even in the face
of his adamant protestations, I could tell he was enjoying my sweet
torture, in spite of the fact that he'd mentioned earlier how much he hated
to be tickled and that it made him get mad.  After a bit of this, his
glorious big badboy was equally as steely hard as mine.  I thought I never
saw anything so sexy, such a turn-on, as his pretty man/boy body squirming,
wriggling, lurching reflexively, trying to fend off my attacks.

Quite accidentally, he discovered that I too was ticklish.  Actually, I'm
usually not, but sometimes, when I'm in the right mood, and taken
unexpectedly, I can be.  And I was ripe.  Now we were in a contest, a
struggle to dominate by tickling each other.  It soon became a
wrestling/tickling match, too, with no holds, and no holes, barred.  We had
tumbled to the floor, and the contest became who could get into which
orifice, and with what prodding body part.  I had a little more power than
he, more strength, but not by much, and some wrestling experience back in
high school gave me an advantage; but I was careful to keep us evenly
matched most of the time, and there were plenty of times when he really
overwhelmed me.  Once when I sprawled along the length of his back, I even
got the chance to glide my slick boner along his asscrack, and joked
breathlessly about using him any way I wanted.  He humped his butt back at
me, pretending to fight me off, but I could tell that wasn't his real
intent.  Soon after, I even succumbed to the force of his momentarily
slipping the head of his hot rod into my mouth.

I could have avoided it at the last instant, but I dropped my resistance
for a split second as I sensed what was about to happen, and as it touched
my lips I could feel him pull back, apparently his having a momentary
second thought at this imminent moment of truth.  But then he surprised me
with a sudden poke in the ribs that elicited a yowling response from me,
and as I opened my mouth he slipped it neatly in.  It was just for a
second, and we both reacted in surprise.  He was sitting on my chest,
almost to my shoulders, half successful in holding both my hands above my
head with one of his, when he found the moment to poke me in the ribs and
push it into me.  But when he started to pull back, I freed one of my hands
and grabbed his tool as I lifted my head from the floor.  I quickly popped
the skin covered head back between my lips and held it there for maybe
twice as long as the first time, long enough to swipe my tongue over it
once and get a taste of the silvery sweetness that coated it.  Then I
allowed his backward momentum to let it back out.

It all happened so quickly, the whole thing was over almost as soon as it
began.  He sat on me for a moment longer, his eyes and his mouth flying
open in smiling surprise, as if he couldn't believe it while simultaneously
realizing it was inevitable.  We broke away from each other right away,
falling silent.  We slowly picked ourselves up and returned to the bed.

"Gosh, Tommy, you have a lot of courage," he said as we settled down on the
soft mattress.  I confessed that the only courage I needed was to take
things this far tonight with him, that I had fooled around with some
friends several years past until I was about his present age.

"Ya know what?" he said.  "I never thought that doing sex could be a part
of anything else."  I looked at him questioningly.  "I mean, I always
thought that there would be a definite line between having sex and whatever
I'd be doing just before and just after.  Maybe what we've been doing isn't
sex as other people would think of it, but since I never had any except
with myself, what we were doin' felt like sex to me.  From what I saw and
felt tonight, it seems kinda like one thing just goes to the next, to the
next, then the next.  The next minute there's a hard-on, and then there's
all these feelings coming together, and ya just can't tell when ya moved
from feeling' good to doin' more things that feel good.  Just touching each
other, or wrestling around, or tickling, or even just jokin' around and
havin' a good time, I couldn't tell what was sex and what wasn't.  But it
felt to me like somewhere along the line, we were havin' sex."

"I guess I never looked at it like that before," I said.  I was lying back
and Jimmy was on his side, holding his head up on his hand.  We were softly
stroking each other more or less unconsciously, and looking straight into
each other's eyes.  "But it sure felt like sex to me too.  Only thing is,
it never felt quite like this to me before."  He wanted me to explain that.
I tried. I had had a lot of sex with a lot girls - a lot by anyone's
standards.  And it was usually lots of fun.  The sex I'd had with boys was
another kind of fun, the feeling of naughtiness giving it a whole other
flavor, and even the resulting guilt feelings were something to savor in a
weird kind of way.  It was something that seemed to be a continuation of
the naughty experimenting I had done as a pre-pubescent.  But tonight's
experience was different from any of that.  Something I couldn't put my
finger on felt so right.  There was a connection between us I had never
felt with anyone before.  It was a new kind of feeling I didn't know was
possible.

"Can I hug you?" Jimmy asked, suddenly acting shy.

"Mmm-mm, I'd love that."

We moved simultaneously, me to my side, as we wormed our lower arms under
each other.  We pulled each other close and wrapped our arms around each
other, our hard cocks trapped between us.  Our legs entwined as we tried to
get closer to each other's bodies, and we worked our hands and arms all
over trying to make as much contact as possible.  We were warm and sweaty
and sticky with pre-cum, but I felt I couldn't get enough of him.  I was
dying to kiss him, kiss him long and hard and tenderly and roughly all at
the same time.  But I didn't.  I was afraid it would be too weird for him,
although I suspected he felt the same urge.
 I've since learned to trust my instincts more, but as I said, these were
new feelings.  After awhile we lay still and stayed that way for a long
time, our faces snuggled into the crooks of each other's necks, just
luxuriating in contentedness.

"I guess I ought to confess.  I had hoped all week long I'd find a way to
seduce you tonight," Jimmy said.  "I didn't really know what I was gonna
do, but I knew how I felt.  It just seemed like we were both sending out
some vibes that made me want more.  I guessed if I was wrong, at least you
wouldn't freak and walk away.  You'd be understanding, and careful with my
feelings."

'I'm glad you were braver than I."  What more could I say?  It was true,
and that truth was becoming clearer all the time.

"Wanna take a shower?" Jimmy asked.

"Honestly?  I don't wanna let you go just yet."

"I mean, wanna take a shower together?"

"You got a deal!" I said, moving to break our holds on each other.

Downstairs, we brushed our teeth, teasingly feinting and poking at each
other and trying to joke through the brush and foam in our mouths.  When
Jimmy leaned over the tub to adjust the water, I asked him if he thought
his little brother had heard us at all during this now long evening.  I had
forgotten about him long ago, and it seemed we'd gotten pretty raucous from
time to time.

"Nah, he sleeps like the dead," Jimmy said.  "And in this old house it's
really hard to hear much from room to room."

We stepped into the old clawfoot bathtub.  It was big, but old-fashioned.
The shower curtain went all the way around on an oval-shaped rod suspended
from the ceiling, and the shower head was centered straight above us.  We
soaped each other and horse-played and caressed each other and joked and
laughed.  The water was running really hot, and we eventually ran it even
hotter.  The large (by today's standards) bathroom filled with steam, thick
as fog.  Facing each other, I slid my soapy hands down to his butt and
rubbed between his cheeks.

"Yeah, wash me good.  Do it good," Jimmy said as he turned his butt to me.
And I did.  Occasionally, I'd glide my slippery hands in circles around his
tight little buttcheeks and knead them, but mostly I played around his
little hole.  Little by little he bent at the waist farther and farther.
He turned off the water and I re-soaped us, the thick lather mostly on him.
I worked his little butthole and brought my other hand between his legs to
work his balls and dick, and I was bent over his back with my head resting
upon him.  Jimmy moaned and groaned and ooh'd and aah'd and gasped almost
continuously.

I slipped a finger into his ass hole in one long, slow glide all the way to
the last knuckle, causing his sounds to get even louder.  I could feel his
sphincter clasped tight around my soapy finger, vainly trying to capture it
as it moved back and forth.  Meanwhile I worked his long, steely rod as he
bent his knees and spread his legs wider and wider, bending further till
his hands were on the tub's floor.  I worked a second finger in, feeling
the tension of his inner muscles slowly giving way, never stopping the slow
stroking of his cock.

"I'm gonna cum!  Oh, god, Tom, I'm gonna cum!"

"No, you're not," I said, and pulled out and let go of his turgid pole.

Jimmy turned around, frustration screaming in his eyes.  "Why'd you stop?"
he said at the same time I was saying, "Not yet, anyway."

I turned the water back on, saying, "Not till we get back upstairs.
Anyway, we could break our necks in here.  That would really fuck up the
mood."

"Man, cuz, your finger up my butt, that felt way better than doing it to
myself."

I was kinda surprised when he said that.  I knew right away though that he
must have been talking about doing it to himself while he jerked off.  But
my experience with my two high school pals with fucking led me away from
thinking about my butthole as an erotic area.  The two or three times I
tried to let them buttfuck me wasn't very pleasant at all.  The first time,
I wouldn't even let Johnny finish.  Not that it was painful.  Matter of
fact, I liked it!  The trouble was, I didn't want Johnny and Denny to know
that, so I was kinda putting on an act.  I was much too insecure in those
days, even with my best friends, about a lot of things.  They were sports
stars at school: Johnny as quarterback, and Denny as soccer goalie.  I was
known as a good athlete, but was equally notorious for never joining any
teams.  Also, I was one of the very few in the whole school who wasn't
circumcised.  And I thought I enjoyed sex with boys maybe a little too
much.  Much more than sex with girls.  And I liked everything we three
tried.  It didn't faze me in the least that Johnny loved a cock up his ass,
and didn't hesitate to let us know - all the time!  I had my own issues,
and a front to put up, and a lot of desire to repress.

Johnny was one of those happy-go-lucky guys.  Everything was a good time to
Johnny.  Detention?  Losing a football game?  Getting grounded?  Detention
was an excuse to goof off after school.  He would be real depressed for,
like, a day, on those rare occasions our team lost, and then he'd be back
to his old self and joking about the stupid plays he'd made that helped to
lose the game.  If he got grounded at home, he'd sneak out anyway, and it
was a big adventure that he might get caught.

Yeah, Johnny liked to get fucked, but Denny wouldn't even try it.  He could
suck a mean dick though, and his cut 6-incher was the most beautiful thing
I had ever seen.  When the three of us were together, we'd mostly suck and
stroke, and once in awhile one or both of us would fuck Johnny.  But when
Johnny and I were alone together, he always wanted to get fucked.  We
didn't think that we were REALLY gay, we just had fun doing "what queers
do," or so I agreed.  So I let each of them do it to me once to show them I
was a sport, one of the guys, when the three of us were together; but once
when Denny and I were alone, I let him fuck me again -- 'cause he asked me.

Jimmy and I didn't hurry to get finished.  I loved touching cousin Jimmy,
especially when he was all wet, and I loved it when he touched me.  But we
didn't want to end our fun here by having the hot water running out.  I was
down on one knee, rinsing the last traces of soap from cousin Jimmy's legs
as he turned off the water.  His dick was mostly hard - we both were - and
his was just inches from my face, the water dripping down his smooth, hot
body, and running off the end of his long semi and down around his really
low-hanging balls.  I bent my head and let it bounce in my hair.  His hands
were on my shoulders when I looked up at his face.  The droplets gathered
in his blond lashes accentuated his eyes, making his face cuter than I
could bear.  Our eyes locked.  I let his cock bounce and play along my face
and caught it between my lips, still looking deeply into his eyes.  I
quickly sucked it in a couple of inches.  Jimmy threw his head back and
sighed real loud.  I worked the skin back with my tongue and teeth, and let
it slip in farther.

"Ooh, I always wanted to know what that was like."  He was arching his back
now, his hands on top of mine as I squeezed his buttcheeks.  This pushed
his hips forward but he wasn't thrusting.  He was standing still.  I leaned
my head forward for more of his meat, pushing back his skin with the
pressure of my lips till I felt his naked cockhead rubbing the entrance to
my throat.  Then I pulled his skin forward, biting down with my lips
wrapped around my teeth, until his cock was out of my mouth and only his
long foreskin was gently captured between my now bared teeth.  As I said,
Denny was a mean cocksucker and I remembered everything I liked him doing
to me.  I sucked real hard as I brought my hands up to fondle his balls and
take hold of his incredibly rigid staff.  I poked out my tongue and forced
it under his skin, searching with it all around his naked, spongy glans and
finding the faintest hint of the flavor I was looking for when I pressed it
against the moist piss-'n'-cum hole.

I was in danger of getting carried away.  I stopped real quick, saying,
"Coming attractions.  C'mon, let's get upstairs," and we jumped out real
quick, dried ourselves enough so we weren't dripping, and flew out into the
hall and up the narrow steps, butt naked and carrying our towels.  Once
back in his sanctuary, we continued drying each other.

"I love this intimacy," cousin Jimmy said.  "I never knew it could feel
like this.  It's so comfortable."

"You don't feel any guilt?" I wondered.  I was surprised that all my own
past feelings of guilt had dissipated on this night, not understanding this
change.

"Nah, I know I'm supposed to, but you know what I was saying before about
society's rules?  Over the last year or so I've been training myself to
recognize them, 'cause they have a way of insinuating themselves kinda
subliminally, and it's not always easy to notice them.  But every time I
do, I question it in my mind and ask myself if the rule fits me.  When it
doesn't, I try to find an alternative.  Smoking this stuff tonight has been
a real mind opener.  Everything is much more clear and it's easier."

The wisdom coming from this "kid's" mouth was clicking with me.  All the
turmoil and restlessness that had been for the longest time in my own mind
suddenly had shape and form.  It was as if my inner self had been wandering
aimlessly in some kind of labyrinth, and my cousin Jimmy had just provided
the key, or the path, or something.

"What about girls?" I asked.

"No problem.  I like girls just the same.  Who says that if I have sexy
thoughts and an attraction to boys, I can't feel the same about girls?"

"Then you don't think you're gay?"

"Gay or straight, I don't think I have to put myself in a category.  I just
am.  Whatever I'm doing or feeling or thinking at any given moment is just
me.  A label would be confining.  I can't see creating my own prisons."

We had been dry for a few minutes by now, but were still absently rubbing
our towels over each other's bodies.  Jimmy didn't know it, nor did I at
the time, but in these last few moments he had changed the whole direction
of the rest of my life.

"Grass doesn't only expand the mind," I said, "it also lowers inhibitions."

"So I noticed."  He blushed and batted his eyelashes as he turned his face
away.  The sudden bashfulness pulled at my heartstrings.  We had just sat
down at the side of his bed.

"Let's see how much lower we can get them," I said, and I took him in my
arms and, falling back on the bed, we began a kiss that must have lasted a
good five minutes.  We scrambled around into a more comfortable position
and continued making out and grinding our renewed erections into each
other.


I don't know how long this lasted, but finally Jimmy said, "I want to do
everything with you that I've ever dreamed of.  I mean, anything that's OK
with you.  I wish this night would never end."

"Everything's OK with me," I answered.  "There's a lot of stuff I've never
done.  Been too busy worrying about my self image.  That's over with now.
I'm breaking rules too."

Jimmy had me help him move his mattress to the floor.  There was plenty of
room.  When we got comfortable, we smoked a little of another joint, while
he went to the closet and pulled out a metal box, found a key in one of his
drawers, and unlocked it.

"Mom never comes up here.  She's good about giving me my privacy.  But I
lock some stuff up anyway, just in case."  He moved the box closer to me,
inviting my perusal.  There were some girlie magazines, and one with all
boys, a very small drug store-type vibrator, other stuff.  He reached in
and removed a half used tube of KY.  He shoved the metal box under the bed
and put the tube in my hand.  "This may come in handy," he said. "Now,
where were we?  You were showing me some coming attractions, remember?"

He got up on all fours and turned his cute little butt toward me, wagging
it at me once or twice as he backed up.  I dropped the tube and began
stroking both curves of his small, muscular ass.  He dropped his shoulders
to the mattress and spread his knees wider.  His cute little rosebud, all
pink and pulsing, was just inches from my eyes.  I took a deep breath and
brought my face to his buttcheek.  I knew what I wanted to do, but I
detoured, pressing my lips to one of his cheeks while I worked up the
courage.  I mouthed the smooth hard skin with my lips, soon combining that
with broad strokes of my tongue.  I scraped the taut flesh with my teeth
and tried to gain purchase to nibble at it.

I was circling closer and closer to my objective at the center, while
cousin Jimmy made little moaning noises and his breath exhaled loudly.
Finally, I took a broad swipe up the widespread, nearly hairless crack of
his butt, for the first time feeling the pucker of an ass hole against my
tongue.  He let out a groan that lasted as long as that first swipe.  I
began to kiss and blow on the pulsing little target, getting braver all the
time, making contact with the tip of my tongue more and more frequently.
 There was no odor or taste, except for the hint of soap, but it was
radiating a terrific heat.  I pushed at the puckered flesh with more and
more force until my face was mashed against his butt, gripping and
caressing his hips and the smooth surface of his cheeks.

I found myself pulling his ass against my face.  I made wide circles around
the center with my lips and tongue, my own saliva sliming my nose, cheeks
and chin.  I can still remember the first time my tongue actually pushed
through the tight ring of muscle.  Jimmy made a short, loud gasping sound
and thrust his butt back at me.  I was stretching his hole apart with my
fingers, and delving into the smooth, wet opening, trying to get deeper and
deeper.  The rubber band-like tension surrounding my tongue relaxed more
and more, becoming more pliable.  My mind was no longer in control.  It was
all physical, all animal. I was like a starving man who just found a
banquet.

Suddenly, I couldn't push in deep enough to satisfy my need.  I knocked my
cousin over sideways and rolled him to his back, scrambling to straddle him
on my knees with my back to his face.  I lifted his legs as I backed up,
until I had him rolled into a ball on his shoulders, his thighs locked
under my armpits and his butt facing the ceiling.  I dove in, tongue first,
my fingertips trying to pry him open even more.  All the techniques I've
ever used for rimming, I taught myself that night.  It all just came to me
so naturally, the way some guys are natural-born cocksuckers.  I alternated
spit-soaked fingers with my tongue and lips, nibbled at the edges of the
opening with my lips and teeth, and as his anus became looser, pinched
gently with my fingers.

The lining of his hot interior was smooth, soft and slick.  Sometimes it
was very elastic, sometimes it took on a firm, cylindrical shape.  It
seemed to beg for a deeper probe and I inserted my finger in one long, slow
motion, rubbing along the walls if his chute.  Who would have guessed that
this tiny few cubic inches would be a whole universe unto itself?  I soon
had a finger of each hand inside him, pulling him open ever wider, as I
sunk my tongue into the hole as far as I could.

By now I had somehow gotten to my feet, but still squatting with my ass at
cousin Jimmy's head.  I could feel his hands at my butt for some time,
assuming he was guarding against my crash landing on him.  Then I felt it.
I was aware my butt had made contact with him a few times, even in my
madness at exploring this new world.  Now I felt a whole new sensation as I
realized Jimmy was making the first tentative probes at my butthole with
his tongue.  I couldn't tell if it was the physical sensation or the
realization, but I was suddenly seeing fireworks in my mind's eye, or
feeling them!  It was unbearable and a craving at the same time, as his
explorations became bolder.  Before long, he tipped me to my side and had
my legs under his arms in the same way I held his.

We were in a 69 position with our tongues at each other's buttholes,
ravenous for more of what we were doing.  I was feeling sensations I
couldn't believe!  Whatever physical need I was satisfying by rimming my
cousin was indistinguishable from whatever I was getting by what he was
doing to me.  There was a wholeness, a oneness, that was beyond anything I
had ever experienced before.

When we stopped, and were stretched out in opposite directions and
breathless, we both said, "Wow!" at the same time.  "What the hell was
that?" I said.  "Were you feeling what I was feeling?"

"I don't know.  When you started doing that to me, licking my hole, I
thought it was the greatest thing I'd ever felt."

Me, too!"  I exclaimed.

"Then when you were really getting into it, it got better and better.  I
went into another world."

"Me, too!"

"Every so often, I'd come back to reality for a few seconds, and then
suddenly, I couldn't stop myself and I had to try it on you.  But I didn't
want you to stop, either."

"And then, it became like a whole other experience," I added.

"Yeah!"

"That was so great!"

"It sure was," Jimmy said.  "I hope you intend to put something else up my
butthole before too long."
 He grabbed hold of my semi-hard tool and shook it, as we simultaneously
rolled to our sides to face each other, kinda automatically.  "But first--"

He squeezed my cock to make it firm and licked it.  I could feel the blood
surge quickly as my rod went to immediate full hardness.  A couple of licks
and he had the tip of my dickhead to his lips as if to kiss it.  After a
quick moment, he sucked the rest of the knob into his mouth.  I sucked in
my breath and held it, feeling his lips surround me, and the suction and
wetness and warmth registered in my brain.  He began a bobbing motion with
his head, taking in a little more each time.

His long teen tool was staring me in the face, and there was nothing more I
could do.  I took it between my lips and went down on it at least half way.
About twenty seconds later, Jimmy came off my cock.

"No wait," he said, pulling out of me.  "I want to concentrate on you for
awhile."  He pushed me to lie back as he got between my legs.  He worked
the skin up and down, the accumulated juices causing an occasional snapping
or squishing sound.  He drew the skin back tight and went down on me,
sending sharp little rushes of fire throughout my body.  It may have been
inexpert on his part, but there was no denying how great it felt.  It
reminded me of something I hadn't been aware of since the days my two
teenage buddies and I used to "fool around."  It isn't what or how you have
sex, but with whom, that creates the best sensations.  This was as good, if
not better than those early blowjobs from my once closest friends.

Jimmy took his time, getting accustomed to his mouthful, experimenting to
find his natural techniques.  He would gag now and then, and I noticed
after awhile it was happening more often.  Finally he said, "In the
pictures in my magazine, the boys could take the whole thing down to the
hairs.  I can't do it."  There was frustration in his voice.

"Let me take a turn.  I'll show you."

We changed places and I took his cock, coated in his pre-cum.  I licked
some of it off, drinking it down as I sucked up the length of his prod.
Cousin Jimmy moaned.  Halfway down and it touched at the back my throat.  I
let it rest there while I took control of my gag reflex, then slowly jammed
it further, forcing my throat to open.  I didn't go far.  I knew how to do
it, but I wasn't that well practiced.  I drew back till I had just the
head, and went back down a little more, repeating this several times till I
gained a comfortable rhythm, until finally I took him right to his golden
pubes.  All the while, Jimmy moaned and grunted, saying ,"Oh man! oh man!
oh man!" over and over again.

"How do you DO that?" he said when I touched bottom.  He sat up as he
spoke, but I pushed him back down.  I was just getting into it and didn't
want to be interrupted so soon.  Before too long I was gliding up and down
as if I had been doing it all my life.  Every so often I would pull off
with a loud popping sound, just to look at it, then take long swipes at the
head with my tongue.  I'd have a tight grip on the shaft, holding back the
skin and causing that deep pink cockhead to swell even more.  But before I
knew it, I'd be riding up and down his tool again, my nose bumping his
pubic bone at least half the time.  I'd gently clutch his nutsack in my
hand at the base of his cock and rub the palm of my other over the smooth,
tight surface of his balls.

I made him stand up and knelt before him.  I continued to fondle his balls,
or capture them alone or together in my mouth while my hand worked his hot
tool.  Returning to his hot rod and clutching his grapefruit sized
buttcheeks, I rammed the full length of his ramrod down my throat over and
over until he began his own rhythm with his hips thrusting back and forth,
his piston flying all the way in and all the way out.  I held my head
motionless and only sucked on the out stroke, letting him fuck my face in a
frenzy.

When I felt his legs tremble and spasm, I forced him to slow down.  Before
his release I wanted to devote some time to his foreskin, and with his cock
at its most sensitive and his balls beginning to draw upward, I knew it
would be now or never.  I pulled the skin forward and forced my thumbs
inside so I could get a firm grip and stretch the opening.  I poked the tip
of my tongue into the miniature cavern, pulling the skin tighter and
tighter till I created a long smooth tunnel.  I wanted to stimulate as many
nerve endings as possible.  I forced my tongue against the glans and into
the fold till it tickled the pronounced rim at the base of his cockhead,
constantly swallowing the sweet pre-cum that pumped non-stop from the piss
hole.  My tongue swept around his knob in that tight fold a few times, then
I let go with my hands.

I flattened my hand against his lower belly to encircle the base of his
cock with my thumb and forefinger.  This steadied his rod and kept the
loose flesh from drawing back.  I sucked his foreskin over the end of his
dick and took it between my teeth, shaking my head like a dog plays with
the end of a rope.  With my other hand I took a pinch of his scrotum and
did the same shaking motion with a different rhythm.  It made his balls
jiggle freely within the sack, while a similar thing was happening to his
dickhead within his foreskin.  Gradually I was back to sliding his rod in
and out of my mouth, and motioned him to start fucking it again.  When he
picked up the pace I put his hands on my head so he could take complete
control.  My own cock was steely hard, swaying erratically from the
pounding he was giving me.  I stroked it lightly to add a little more
stimulation, wary to not let my own orgasm come too quickly.  Cousin Jimmy
was going to have this cum all to himself.

And it was a moment away!  His legs trembled violently, hardly able to keep
a steady rhythm.  His balls drew tight as I held my hand to feather touch
them on the out stroke.  He'd been moaning, almost sobbing, since I had
begun, and in the last moment he gasped, letting out a long, low sigh that
quickly grew into nearly a squeal as his body quaked.  He suddenly went
completely still with his cockhead lodged deep down my gullet, both hands
behind my head holding me to him.  Nothing was happening for what seemed
like an eternity, probably due to the fact that I couldn't get any air, and
the animal sound was still coming from him on the same breath from which it
began.

His cockhead expanded in my throat long before I felt the first spasm, then
one right after the other more spasms followed, which seemed to jump start
his movement and suddenly he was taking long deep dives between my lips
again.  My cousin Jimmy shot his sweet, creamy spunk missiles against the
walls of my mouth, and I tried to swallow only when his fucktool was deep
in my throat so its constrictions would grasp at his cockhead.
 This made it kinda messy, as he was unloading so much hot spooge into me
that a good bit of it oozed down around his shaft and escaped my lips to
dribble down my chin.

Frankly, I never considered blowjobs my forte.  But this was easily the
best I'd ever performed up to that time, and for several years after that.
It was, in fact, better than most I'd been the recipient of.

He collapsed almost straight down with his arms encircling me, till his
head was in my lap, while I moved my knees from under me to sit, with my
legs embracing his torso.  He lay there catching his breath, saying, "oh my
god, oh my god!"

"That's what THAT feels like," I said with a chuckle when I thought his
breathing was nearing normal.

"That was--that was incredible!  I've never felt anything like that in my
life!"  He went on a bit about the amazing feelings, then finally, "Why
have I gone without this kind of cum for so long?  This was not just
another way to jerk off."

"We'll wait a little till you're ready to go again.  There are more ways to
cum we haven't tried."

"Why wait?  I'm ready right now," he said matter-of-factly.  He rolled to
his side, and sure enough, when I gazed down his torso his rod was as long
and as hard as if he hadn't just had the cum of his life!  No doubt about
it, this guy was HOT!  Next thing I knew, he was gobbling down my own
overwrought prod.  I sat with my legs spread wide and leaning back on
straight arms, watching cousin Jimmy bobbing up and down over my crotch.
He stopped from time to time to ask for pointers and, although I assured
him that doing whatever he felt came naturally to him was good enough for
me, he insisted.  OK, I was too close to the edge, had been for too long,
to care about his technique.

Let's face it, at this point, if he'd just look up and give me one of his
sexy grins, I'd have exploded.  I was afraid he'd stop what he was doing to
press his insistence, so I gave him a couple of quick pointers about
opening his throat and swallowing and breathing, and he was on his own.  In
no time at all, the feel of his lips, tongue and hands stroking eagerly up
and down my shiny fuckpole had my senses spinning into unknown realms of
bliss.  Then, suddenly, I found myself flat on my back, arching my hips in
uncontrollable spasms, and eight or ten shots of my pent up load were being
fired into cousin Jimmy's eager mouth.

When I opened my eyes, Jimmy was beaming, his eyes sparkling and the
evidence of my overflowing lust glazing his lips and chin.  With one hand
still holding my fat but deflating badboy upright, he was using the fingers
of his other hand to sweep my spilled juices toward his open lips.

Even before my heaving chest began to calm down, Jimmy was on top of me,
our sweat soaked bodies slithering, his lips glued to mine, and we were
exchanging the remains of each other's orgasm and licking each other's face
clean.  It was an exceedingly gratifying and spontaneous manifestation of
the affection we felt for each other, but after awhile it became another,
though more subdued, tickling contest.  Somehow, laughing together and mere
physical contact of any kind were quickly and naturally becoming the two
major hallmarks of how we demonstrated our feelings for each other, and
would remain so ever after.

Jimmy's cock was still at full mast, and mine didn't really lose all it's
life, either.  Ten minutes or so into our grappling I felt at least still
turned on enough to get my cousin off again.  We had continued to grope
each other as we played and wrestled, and I felt revived enough to get into
it again, at least for his benefit.  So I slowed down my actions and began
to pay more attention to his rampant pole.  Shit, it's not like it could be
ignored, really, banging against my body like a sturdy weapon as we rolled
around and pounced upon one another, or the slapping sound it made against
his belly every time he fell onto his back.

My lips and hands were soon wrapped around it.  Before too long, though, he
was pushing my head farther down till I was nuzzling his beautiful
low-hanging balls.  His scent was intoxicating, as unfortunate as that
cliche might sound.  Even after all the crotches I've had the pleasure of
putting my nose into to this day - and no few of them gloriously rich,
aromatic and wonderful - I don't think I'll ever again be so enraptured as
I was when I sniffed my cousin Jimmy's man/boy cum-loaded balls at that
moment.  They hung loose but were swollen, wet with his sweat and pre-cum,
hot, churning, making more of his tasty teencum.

As my tongue laved them and I worked them with my lips, tongue and teeth,
he gradually brought his legs up further and further toward his chest, and
I was soon heading, inexorably drawn, to his steaming, pulsing, pink teen
hole.  Gripping his tight, hard buttcheeks, I virtually dove, tongue first,
as deep into the sweaty hole as I could, mashing my face almost violently
against his smooth skin.  The sparse hair surrounding it was too meager
even to capture between my lips or teeth.  Not even enough to feel when I
broad swiped my tongue over his eager opening.

Jimmy moaned almost continuously, and I didn't forget to handle his turgid
phallus delicately, sometimes having to fight his own hand away from it to
assure his not cumming too soon.  The sweet flavor of his boyhole was an
incredible eye-opener to me in my new adventures into this realm this
evening, and after my first foray earlier, I knew I was addicted.  Jeez, I
even found, to my enormous surprise, that my own hard-on was again primed
and drooling!  The aphrodisiac of my cousin's butthole was undeniable.
 Who would have thought this part of the anatomy, which has such a bad --
shall we say, "reputation?" -- would actually harbor such an astonishingly
exciting and fresh - not to mention luscious - experience?

If I could spend the next twenty-four hours doing what I was doing now, I'm
sure I still wouldn't have been satisfied.  But all too soon my cousin
rolled over, up on his hands and knees, and even though I knew that he was
hinting at the next logical step for me to take, I wasn't anxious to
proceed right away.  Apparently, neither was he, for he immediately fell to
his shoulders and shoved his ass hard back toward my hungry face.  Man, I
was grateful!  Even in his hormonally driven lust and in the face of his
lack of experience, thank god he was in no hurry to come to another climax.
Every time I pulled away for a breath, I gazed upon the most erotic vision
I could ever imagine: This blond boy-god, his beautiful butt high in the
air; his fat, full balls squirming beneath in it; and his long, throbbing
cock looking more massive than ever, when I could force it back and away
from his abdomen, with it's foreskin having barely a fold remaining to hint
at its existence.

Each time I backed away, I took the opportunity to insert a finger, and
eventually two, to stroke the nut sized prostate deeper within the hot,
smooth channel.  Sure enough, together with the more emphatic moans this
elicited, it was followed by another surge of his teen sap pumping up
through his sex tube.

When I could stand it no longer I moved up and brought my cock to rest and
glide in the shallow valley of my cousin's butt.  He let out a sound
through his teeth like a silent scream as he felt my shaft rub across his
tiny opening.  From this point on it was a question when I would actually
blow my load, even before the head of my horny dick touched his hungering
pucker.  To gain some control, I hunched over his back and snuggled my rod
between us, reached around to find his drooling sex stick, but resisted
gripping it.  Instead I ran my palm along its length with a light touch and
bounced it lightly against his abdomen.

After a few deep breaths I lifted off his bent form and grasped my slick
and rigid pole and pointed it at the target.  When my knob made contact,
Jimmy gasped and pushed back at me an inch or two.  But I didn't go in.
While trying to keep my dickhead in contact, I hunched over again to reach
for the tube of lube nearby.  I let my rod glide one more time, raised up,
and squeezed a small amount onto my shaky fingers. Between all the spit I'd
slathered onto and into his butthole and all the pre-cum my balls had been
producing and forcing up through my piss hole, and let's face it, the fear
I was too hot to complete my mission successfully, I wasted no time.
Without taking much care, I slathered it onto my cock quickly and with a
firm grip near the base, put the tip to Jimmy's ass hole again.

My hips nudged forward slightly and I could feel and see the lips of
Jimmy's sex hole spread slightly around the tip of my meat.  I remembered
how important it was to go slowly and moved what I hoped was millimeter by
millimeter.  But Jimmy pushed back at the same time and to my astonishment
I found my entire cockhead had disappeared into my cousin's butt!  At the
same time he let out a lustful groan and proceeded to slowly push back at
me, slowly but surely swallowing my turgid shaft into his hot bowels.
Almost before I knew it, my pubes were against his ass, my prong grasped
almost immobile by his fiery, clenching ass walls, and as I placed my hands
to his hips for balance and leverage, he began a slow, circular grinding
motion that I could only respond to in kind, quite involuntarily.

I leaned over him again and wrapped my arms tightly around his body.  We
slid easily against each other, and I whispered into his ear, nibbling as I
spoke, and a smile in my tone.  "I'm not going to fuck you, cuz, I'm gonna
pull out right now, unless you promise to fuck my hole before I leave this
room."

"Deal," he grunted.  "Fuck me."

He continued with my pelvic bone against him and gradually increased the
pace.  We were both moaning in our shared ecstasy, and soon I was slowly
pulling back and pushing in.  As I increased my speed, he began responding
in counterpoint and then we were moving in the age old dance that has been
around since the beginning of man's time on earth.

"Oh, man!" I fairly screamed, as I lifted up again to watch my cock piston
in and out of this magnificent body.  The lips of his hole disappeared
within him as I thrust my cock into him, and re-appeared in a sensual
pursing as they gripped me, all red and swollen as my shaft withdrew to the
cockhead.  I slowed and leaned close to watch this amazing phenomenon,
almost awestruck by the powerful erotic image.

I pushed deep into his manhole and held him still, then rolled him to his
side, allowing myself to fall with him to stay solidly coupled.  As I
picked myself back up to my knees I brought his upper leg with me and
placed it against my chest and shoulder.  I leaned into him, delving
farther into his butthole than ever.  Together, we groaned out loud, and I
began slowly moving in and out, gradually picking up speed.  My balls
careened this way and that with every push into him, and I paused at the
farthest reaches within him to grind my pubic bone against his asscheeks.
Each time, Jimmy's silky butthole muscles gripped my rampant tool.  My
moans had become grunts, animal sounds I'd never heard come out of me
before.  Meanwhile, with every stroke, in the back of my mind I was amazed
I hadn't cum yet.

Then I grabbed my cock tightly at the base and pulled all the way out. I
watched and after a beat cousin Jimmy's ass hole slowly closed.  I pushed
forward and pried his lovehole open with the bulging head of my cock.  As I
saw and felt his sphincter close around the rim of the cockhead, I paused
before I slowly pulled it out again.  I let the pulsing hole close before I
jammed my dickhead back in.  I repeated this several times, going back in a
little faster each time until I heard exasperation in the begging moans
coming from my cousin.  Then I jammed my shaft quickly in till I hit bottom
and ground my pubes against his buttcheeks, trying to draw ever widening
circles with my knob in the farthest reaches of his velvety insides.

Staying connected, I rolled my cousin the rest of the way to his back.
Automatically, his other leg rose and landed on my other shoulder.  As soon
as I saw his throbbing drooling cock, the strands of his silvery juices
shining in the candlelight like a broken spider web, I felt the early
warnings of my impending explosion.  Almost in a free fall, I let my weight
come down on him.  He folded himself effortlessly as his knees touched his
chest. He wrapped his arms around me and his fingertips dug into my back.
His butt pounded back at me as I ravaged his rampant hole.

"Fuck me, Tommy!" he gasped.  "Fuck my ass!  Fuck me!  Ooh, yeah, fuck me!"
he said again and again.

"O-o-oh!  A-ah-h!  Unh-h-h-h!  Unh-h-h-h!"  we both groaned with each
exhalation of our rapidly increasing breathing.  My nuts were no longer
swinging freely but were a huge, hard knot as I felt them banging against
Jimmy's buttcheeks.  My every nerve ending was crying for release and I
could no longer withstand the pressures in my groin.

My lips met Jimmy's and our tongues slithered against each other and in a
blinding flash, my cum erupted into cousin Jimmy's butt, shooting out like
liquid fire again and again and again!  "Unh-h-h! Unh-h-h! Unh-h-h-h-h!" I
bellowed and I realized I could hear the same ecstatic sounds from him and
feel the hot streams of Jimmy's gism spurting between our sweat soaked
bodies and feel his ravaged, grasping lovehole clenching with every violent
stroke into it, as our juices continued to empty from us!

As my strength gave out and I relaxed my weight upon him, I rested my arms
above his head to release his legs.  They slid down my torso until he could
cross his ankles on top of my butt.  Our lips broke apart.  We didn't speak
for a long time.  Hell, we could barely catch our breaths for almost five
minutes.

When I felt I could move I lifted my head from the crook of his neck and
gently put my lips to his.  We puckered against each other in tiny
effortless kisses and I noticed a trace of a tear in the corner of each of
his eyes.

When finally I was able to roll off him, he kept his legs loosely around my
waist and we remained facing each other.  We both played with the sloppy
pools of cum mixed with sweat that coated the front our bodies.  As I
caressed along the side of his torso and he closed the gap between us, I
ran my hand along his back and down around the smooth, wet curve of his
incredible butt.  That's when he spoke for the first time.

"Tom, that was the most in-fuckin'-credible thing I've ever felt."  His
tone was calm.  He was smiling broadly.  "I can't believe how good that
was."

"Wait till you see how it feels from the other side."

"It can't be better than that."

"It's just as good, but different," I answered.  "Don't forget our deal."

"Mm-m.  I can hardly wait."

I looked down between us.  His dick was finally soft, draped languidly at
the fold where his hip met his thigh.  The foreskin covered most of his
cockhead, and from the slit at its tip hung a white bead of his cum at the
end of a short, fine strand.  His balls hung loosely in their sack
alongside, asymmetrically like Christmas bells.  A dozen or more long
creases of his scrotum were like silk drapery before they spread and
flattened to take the oval shape of his suspended orbs.

I captured the entire mass in my hand and shook it gently.  "Looks like
you'll have to wait at least a little while."

That's what we did.  Wait.  We spent the time cleaning up with the now
barely damp towels we had brought back from our shower, smoked a bit more,
finished the orange juice.  We relaxed for a bit under a comforter close
enough to share a pillow and as we talked we started joking about what too
many guys were missing by being afraid to follow their instincts and do
what we had been doing.  We figured out there were a few guys in town we
both knew, in spite of the age difference.  Mostly Jimmy knew guys closer
to my age than vice-versa, and he knew younger siblings of some of the guys
I went to school with.  We laughed about who we thought would be attracted
to whom, or make a neat couple, and why.

Cousin Jimmy suggested we take a bath together.  I jumped at the idea,
already sitting up.  "By candlelight," I said.

"Of course."

"Got any bubbles?"

"My brother's.  Kid stuff."

"Good enough."

As I crawled over him, heading for the door, Jimmy caught me and wrapped
himself around me, bringing me down and trying to tickle me once again.
"It's not fair," he said. "You're not nearly as ticklish as I am."  And
then I was pinned, flat on my back under his nude body, his legs entwined
around mine.  I was completely immobile.  He was using his weight, bouncing
up and down and forcing the air from my lungs.  I was laughing and gasping
for my breath, unable to speak until he'd lain still for a bit.

"All right, all right," I said, "what d'ya want from me?"

"I want your butt, and I want it right now!"

That's when I realized I could feel his miraculous hard, hot poker rubbing
up and down between us.

END.