From: Ronny Wernick <rwernick@jackinchat.com>
Subject: Growing up with my Cousin   by Ronnie Wernick    (b/b)
Date: Sun, 27 Apr 1997 01:14:19 GMT

Copyright  1997  Ronny Wernick.  ALL Rights Reserved.

Growing up with my Cousin
by Ronnie Wernick

This is 100% true.  It chronicles my relationship with my cousin when we
were kids.

When I was about 10 years old, I went to a family wedding and met my
cousin Jim, then 6, for the first time.  Something attracted me to him
from the start.  His face was lively and innocent with a cute little
button nose, sparkling eyes, and high cheek bones.  He was very thin and
perfectly proportioned, and was shy, at least until he got to know you.
He had a very engaging, sunny, smile.

I couldn't take my eyes off him; there was a strange fascination that is
impossible to define.  We met at least once a year after that while our
family was passing through on vacation.  We always had fun together; I
was like an older brother and we were good friends.  They had a pool, and
we both liked to swim.  While changing, I always sneaked looks at Jim
naked - his graceful, slim body fascinated me, and his little genitals
were cute, wiggling as he dressed.  At the urging of his parents, at
night we would go skinny dipping, running from the bath house naked and
jumping into the pool.  We always played tickle games, and Jim never
seemed to notice that I was liberal in letting my hands stray
"accidentally" to his crotch for a quick feel.  Even in the cold water,
it was difficult avoiding getting an erection, which would have been
embarrassing.

On a visit to Jim's when I was about 12, I tried something entirely new.
I had always wanted to touch his penis, but other than quick feels in the
pool, I never had a chance.  We slept in the same bed, and I had an idea.
 I waited for Jim to fall asleep.  When I could hear him breathing slowly
and steadily, I carefully reached over under the sheet and put my hand
over his crotch.  I really had to reach, since he was lying on his side
facing away from me.  I could feel a little mound, and it excited me.  My
breathing became harder.  I was nervous and afraid he would wake up, but
decided to venture a little farther.  Listening to his breathing to be
sure he didn't wake up, I wiggled my finger into the fly of his pajamas
for a closer feel.  I could feel the outline of his penis and balls
through his underpants.  I tried to get under his underpants, but
couldn't because of his pajamas, so I pulled my hand out and held my
breath as I carefully unsnapped his fly with one hand.  He shifted a
little as I did it, and I stayed motionless, afraid he was waking up.  He
ended up more on his back, so I could more easily unsnap his pajamas and
pull them away, leaving just his underpants.  That out of the way, I slid
my hand over his stomach and under the waistband of his underpants.  I
liked the feel of his warm, soft, flat stomach, and very slowly slid my
hand to the tip of his penis.  It seemed so far.  It felt like a bolt of
lightning when I finally touched it!  Then I moved farther, until I held
his little limp penis lightly in my hand.  It was warm, damp, and soft,
and felt really neat.  I could feel the little ridge around the head, and
it stiffened just a little as I played with it.  It couldn't have been
much longer than two inches.

This all took at least 15 minutes, and I had a raging hard-on the whole
time.  In the meantime, I used my other hand to push my own underpants
down, and had started to rub my penis.  I was really excited, and held
his penis as I jacked off.  It was the best orgasm I had yet had, with
little spurts of watery semen landing all over my belly.  I had just
started to come like that.  As I calmed down, I pulled my hand out of
Jim's pants and wiped myself off with the sheet.  Before I went to sleep,
I moved over close and put Jim's hand on my penis; that felt good - warm
and soft.  Jim didn't seem to notice the next morning that his pajamas
were unsnapped.  I did that again the next night, and on several more
visits over a few years.  Since he never woke up, I got more and more
bold, so much that I found I could pull his underwear down and play with
him all I wanted while I jacked off.  I came to look forward to these
little sneak feels.

One of my most exciting experiences was once when Jim visited me.  At
this point he was just 11, and had recently noticed how good it felt when
he rubbed his penis on the bed.  We got talking about it, and he asked if
it felt good when I rubbed my penis.  I said that it did, and that
everyone I knew did it.  We sort of danced around the subject for a
while, and then we started a gentle tickling session.  He was laying
there in just his underpants, and I ran my fingers up and down his body,
at first avoiding his crotch area.  I could see that his penis was
getting a little stiff, so I brushed his penis through his underpants.  I
slowly got more bold, pausing to rub up and down the shaft a couple of
times every so often.  Pretty soon his erection was sticking almost
straight up, straining his underpants.  I gripped it gently between my
thumb and forefinger and rubbed it up and down a little.  Since he didn't
object, and seemed to like it, I gently pulled his underpants off.  There
he was, a lithe little 11 year old laying there stark naked beside me
with an erection about three inches long, and a shy but expectant look on
his face.  I could tell that I could do anything I wanted, and he wanted
me to.  I had felt and seen his penis limp many times, but had never seen
it hard.  It looked a lot different -- longer and more firm.

I continued stroking all over his body.  I particularly liked his thin
legs and between his thighs.  I came back to his penis more and more
often.  Finally, I concentrated totally on that, and started to jerk him
off gently.  I loved the feel of his stiff little penis, and could feel
the skin sliding over the hard interior.  It had a cute little bend in
it, so it cocked to one side.  I was enjoying it at least as much as he
was.  I did that for a while, and he finally said that I should stop,
since he was too nervous for anything to happen.  I was sorry, but
stopped.

He asked if I wanted him to do it to me, and I said yes.  I pulled my
underpants off and he started to jack me off clumsily.  I showed him how
to do it more gently, and it felt really nice with his warm hand on my
penis.  He seemed really interested, and looked surprised when I came all
over my belly.  It felt good, and I just wiped up.  We pulled up the
sheet and both went to sleep naked.

In the middle of the night, I woke up and saw he was asleep, so I reached
over and held his limp penis, for the first time unencumbered by
underpants and pajamas.  I jacked off again while holding him, for
another very satisfying orgasm.

In the morning, we talked for a while, and I asked him if he wanted to
try it again.  He looked a little uncertain, but said yes.  He was still
naked, so he just rolled back and pulled the sheet aside, and I told him
to relax and concentrate on how good it felt.  I really enjoyed the sight
of this naked little boy laying in front of me on the bed; I could see
everything I had daydreamed about for years.  I ran my fingers over his
stomach and chest, then his legs.  I played with his penis for a minute
until it got hard, and then repeated the performance from the night
before.  This time, though, I had success.  After a while, he started to
breath harder, and tensed.  I could feel his penis jerk in little spasms
as he came, but of course no semen came out.  I held onto his penis as he
relaxed, and he looked up and said, with a sunny smile, "that felt
great!"  I then rolled back and once again he jacked me off, for my third
orgasm in about 8 hours.

Afterward we lay there for a while naked and talked, and I enjoyed just
watching his young innocent body; so much so that it took a long time for
my erection to go limp.  In the car that day for the long  drive to his
house, we were in the back seat, and kept giving each other knowing
smiles.  I think we both had erections most of the trip.  Once I stroked
his hard penis with my foot under his shorts.  That night at his house,
we repeated our play from that morning.  He seemed eager to do it, and I
certainly was.

That was the start of occasional mutual sex play that lasted for several
years.  It wasn't very often, but it was neat to watch him develop from
pre-puberty to first semen, then light hair, and then growth in his
genitals and heavy hair.  We always did it the same way.  We'd tickle
each other, and when he had a good erection, I'd pull his underpants down
and jack him off.  Seeing him come in my hand really turned me on, so I
usually came pretty fast when he jacked me off.  Even when not together,
I daydreamed about our experiences together while masturbating alone at
home.

One time that was really neat was in his house in the afternoon when no
one was around.  He was about 12 at this point.  He suggested we go
upstairs, and from the way he was acting I could tell what was on his
mind.  When we got up there, we both stripped naked, and just talked for
a while.  I was usually using my hand for masturbating now, but he told
me he used his pillow mostly, since he liked the feel of it better.  We
decided to both use pillows at the same time, and went to it.  I
positioned myself so I could watch him and saw that he did it with his
eyes closed, so I enjoyed studying the look on his face and the way he
thrust his hips into the pillow in sharp, intense motions as he
masturbated.  He got a real tense look, and then as he started coming he
looked like he was in ecstasy.  He just lay there and reveled in the
feeling, moving his penis on the pillow in the blob of semen.  This was
the first time I'd watched him masturbate, and it was really exciting.  I
held off coming until he was done, then really gave a gusher.  It felt
good.

Afterwards he told me that what worried him was that his mother would
find spots in his underwear from leakage after masturbating when she did
laundry.  I told him that was silly, since the spots on his pillow were
more noticeable; I had seen several crusty yellow spots on his pillow
earlier, which showed that he probably masturbated like this pretty
often.

The only time Jim and I did anything but mutual masturbation was once on
a hike, when we were on top of a mountain in a remote area.  We had
started playing with ourselves, and he asked if I knew what a blow job or
butt fuck felt like.  I told him I had butt fucked with a friend a couple
of times a few years back, but had never tried a blow job.  He asked me
if I wanted to try them, so I said yes.  We did both to each other, but
only for a short time, and not to orgasm.  I liked the taste of his penis
and the feel of it in my mouth; that was the first time I ever did that.
I would have liked to suck it until he came, but he made me stop so he
could try to butt fuck me.  The butt fuck did feel good, but I don't
think either of us made any real anal penetration.  We finished by
jacking ourselves off by hand.

My primary sex life during college were occasional visits to Jim's, where
we continued the childish sex play we began several years before.  We
masturbated each other in bed every time I visited, and we both looked
forward to it.  It was all in fun, though; no emotional involvement.
When he wasn't there, I used pictures of him to jack off with.  The last
time Jim and I ever masturbated together was when he was about 15.  He
was in high school and fully developed.  He was working at a local
country club, and when he got home I asked if he wanted to play around a
little.  He said yes, and we laid down in the same bed and did our usual.
That time I sneaked a taste of his semen after he came, the first I ever
tasted other than my own, and it was salty and sweet.