Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2006 08:19:29 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Kissin' Cousins Part One" by Jay Roberts  Gay Incest

"Kissin' Cousins Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay incest


I smell an under 18 year old logged on this site and reading my story.  You
are disinvited as of right now.



I spent a month with my cousin Kevin two years ago.  I was thirteen and he
was fifteen.  We messed around a lot, even though Kevin was one of those
super manly kids, already trimming his goatee and shadow of a moustache and
I was a skinny whelp of a kid.  I was at the beginning of purity, he was
right in the heat of it.  He made the moves and I loved it.

I live in New York City, Kevin lives in South Hampton.  My uncle, his
father, is pretty rich.  Their house seems like a mansion to me.  My dad,
his brother, has been dead for many years and Uncle Alex takes an interest
in me.  My Mom says, "Bailey, if you keep up your school work like you have
been doing, that Uncle Alex will support me through college.

Well, here it is, summer and I am on the Long Island Railroad, heading out
to South Hampton where Kevin's family spends the summer.  I haven't seen
him since that last time, except for a fleeting glimpse at his maternal
grandmothers funeral.  He was in the first row in church looking pale,
alongside his Dad and Mom.  I think he really liked his Grandma.  He was
much taller than I remembered, and looked bulkier and more whiskery.  He
locked eyes with me for a moment and faintly pointed his index finger at me
as if to say "Hey."  I felt my heart beating and had trouble breathing, all
the kiddy passion we had shared two years ago came flooding back to me and
housed itself in my new fifteen year old body.  Of coure he was seventeen
now, practically a man, ready to enter college this fall.

He met me at the station.  That was nice.  He was dressed in longish white
linen shorts and a white polo shirt-very Hampton.  But his appearance was a
surprise.  He looked like a twenty-year old uncle meeting his young nephew.
He smiled his patented crooked smile that crinkled up his eyes to almost
full closing.  I bet he ought not drive a car and smile at the same time,
it could be dangerous.  I dragged my suitcase and came close to him my
smile breaking my face.  I just have no control.  He took me in an
athlete's embrace.  You've seen it, you've experienced it.  The face is
help way away from you, the body allows six inches apart and the your back
is lightly patted the regulation three times.

He was an athlete.  Water polo.  That most strenuous of all sports.  Kevin
said, feeling his arm muscle, "It uses more strength and energy per minute
than any other sport."  I thought that maybe weight lifting was more but I
kept quiet.  I was not going to jeopardize those hot moments in bed at
night.

He appraised me like a grown up.  "You're a little taller.  About five
seven maybe."  He was now about six feet one inch he told me immediately
afterward.

My puberty was slow.  I grew slowly, those famous secondary sexual
characteristics were shy in showing up.  I did have a nice bush around my
penis, there was a sparse show of black fine hair on my lower legs.  Lots
of underwarm hair but nothing on my chest or face that still looked
thirteen.

"We're going to share a room, like the old days, but the folks took out the
old double bed and we have twins there."

The 'old days', two years ago.  As I told you, I was thirteen and Kevin
fifteen.  We were worlds apart in sexuality.  I was still short, almost no
body hair, my voice just beginning to thicken.  I was madly in lust for
Kevin and his lusty fifteen year old hormones sensed it and he took full
use of me to slack his teenage thirst for sex.

At night, sleeping together in one bed, he would ignore if I was sleeping
or not and would lean over and kiss me softly, then passionately, his organ
sticking me in the side.  He would take my hand and put it on his pulsing
cock and move it to teach me to wank him.  He never put his hand on me and
most of the time I was so entranced with him that I would get off my small
bit of cum leaking onto my chest.  He would quickly fall asleep, his
adolescent snores feeling the quiet night.  I loved every minute and
recounted it until I fell asleep.

When I said my hellos to my Aunt and Uncle, Kevin said, "You know where it
is.  I'm going to practice.  I'll see you in before dinner."

I went up to the room.  It smelled like Kevin, half sweaty and half Kevin's
special odor, tangy and sweet.  I knew which was my bed because the other
one was strewn with his clothes, jock strap, underwear and tee shirts.  I
went close.  The pile really was a little strong, especially the jock strap
that had shit and pee stains.  For a minute I was going to steal it but I
thought better.

I unpacked, squeezed my stuff into the closet, the drawers were full so I
left the rest in my suitcase.  I changed into shorts and a tee shirt and
came downstairs.  A little lunch was underway and I stuffed myself with
cold cuts and lemonade.  Uncle Alex quizzed me about school, checking on
his future investment.  But to be fair, he had directed money to my Mom
whenever he thought there was a need.

He said to me, when I pushed back my chair.  "Why don't you walk down to
the beach?  The practice pool is right on the left.

I found Kevin and the rest of the team, shouting and trying out different
plays.  It was thrilling to see his broad shoulders and swelling arm muscle
above the water line as he made passes and shots.  I could see a small fine
growth of hair, his light brown color on his upper chest and outlining his
pecs. It made me dizzy.  He waved to me, exposing his thick underarm
hair. Two of the boys glanced over at me.  I wondered if he had ever
discussed our messing around back then.

I sat on a step in the viewing stand.  The shouts began to recede from my
consciousness and I think I fell asleep or at least zoned out.  Suddenly I
felt Kevin's cool wet hand on my shoulder.  Gee his hand was as big as a
catcher's mit.  "Time to go home kiddo," he said, smiling at me
indulgently.

That night, Kevin was out with his friends.  He now had his own car
inherited from his Dad.  I showered and slipped into bed.  It was about ten
o'clock.  I woke up as Kevin came into the room, stumbled over my suitcase,
exclaimed, "Shit, fuck." And sat on his bed.  We were only about a foot and
a half apart.  I could smell his beery breath.  He seemed to be gathering
himself together, passing his hand over his crew cut hair.  At last he got
up, stripped naked and headed for the john.  He muscular ass was in full
view from the bright moonlight coming in.  He returned, now his front view
was presented.  His long cock swayed as he walked and I could make out the
line of hair which traveled from his navel to his public hair that spread
out from hip bone to hip bone.  I wondered if I would ever be that hairy.

He sat back on the bed and then he fell back onto his pillow, almost in a
pass out.  In a moment I could hear his strong breathing that gradually
turned into soft snores.

I was as hard as a rock.  I was dying to jerk off but I was afraid to mess
up the bed and make noise.  I just tried not to think about it.  This was
not going to be the best month vacation.  Kevin was busy with his
teammates.  No doubt I was a pain in the butt, his kid cousin hanging
around.  I began to feel very sorry for myself, tears formed in my eyes and
before I knew it I was sobbing and hiccupping in self-pity.

Even thought Kevin had been drinking, my crying was loud enough to wake
him.  He sat up.  "Whatzup Bailey?  You okay?  Are you sick? I think I
heard you crying.  Is it something I did?"

He got out of bed and came over to my bed.  He put his arms around me and
held me close.  "Are you crying because that kid stuff we did is over?  I'm
older now.  I go out of dates with girls.  I've been laid three times.  You
understand the difference don't you?"

I kept my face averted.  My crying had ended.  I was just happy to feel
Kevin's tan muscular arms around me.  He smelled so great, like a man
smells.  He said nothing, I said nothing.  We stayed like that at least two
minutes, then he cupped my chin.  "You are like a girl, your skin is so
white and soft and your long eyelashes and soft mouth.  It makes me
remember.  Can I kiss you, just for old time sake but not a start of the
old stuff?"

I turned toward him.  His full lips pressed on mine.  In a moment I was
lost in his kissing.  He repeatedly pressed and relaxed.  My head was
spinning.  I hesitantly extended my tongue.  That seemed to be a signal for
him to become very passionate.  He opened his mouth and kissed me hard,
pressing his entire body to mine.  I could feel his big cock against my
side, leaving a trail of dampness.

I thought it would be like the old days, that he would take my hand and
have me stimulate him to orgasm but this time he reached out and took my
penis in his hand and just held it.  I began rocking my hips, trying to
feel rubbing against his hand.  He tightened his grip and began stoking me.
I moaned loudly.  "That's so good."

He kissed my temple.  "Enjoy it kid.  It's one time only."

I began to pant.  "I am close to coming.  What should I do?"

"Fire when ready Gridley.  I'll catch it in my hand."

I began to thrust and let out a choking sound.  My cock burst forward a
torrent of cum.  He caught it.  When I could see again there he was holding
his full right hand.  "What should I do?" he asked.

I took the hand and licked it clean.  He laughed.  "You dirty dog.  But you
are sweet and cute.  I'll try to spend more time with you."

While he made it seem that this sort of sex we had was not to continue, I
felt that once we had broken the ice that there would be more and sure
enough, the next night he came in real late.  He was sober but angry.  I
could tell but the way he tossed his shoes across the room.  I think he
forgot I was even there.  But suddenly, as I sat up in bed, he calmed down.
"Sorry Bailey.  I'm just pissed at Ginny.  She was supposed to be my friend
with benefits, suddenly no dice.  She won't even consider a hand job.  One
of her bitch friends told her she is getting the short end and she has cut
down everything.  I was getting some oral and hand work, now nothing."

He came and sat on my bed.  "You find out, when you are my age that once
you get in the sex grove you just can't just turn it off.  I am hurtin'
from getting stimulated then cut off."  He stroked my check.  It occurred
to me that he was continuing his date but I was now his partner.  "What say
we take our stuff a level higher?  Remember you did once try the oral
routine and I think you liked it.  I know I did."  He laughed with a
snicker.  Then he slipped off his pants and underwear and put his warm hand
on the back of my neck.  He pushed gently until my face was in his lap.
His cock was big and it was hard.  I could smell his cheese slightly,
probably warmed up from the unsuccessful session with his Ginny.  He rubbed
his cock against my lips.  "Open up babe, I want your lips around it."

I was beginning to slide into a sex trance, my breathing becoming raspy.

"You want it.  You know you do.  Look your all sexed up already.  Give in
to the Kevin cock."

I signed loudly as I was conquered.  I opened my lips and took the head in.
It was leaking a lot of pre-cum.  I remembered that he always pre-cumed as
much as some guys would cum.  I licked it.  It was surprisingly sweet.  He
firmed his hand on my neck.  I opened further, feeling a little resentful,
feeling used like a sex toy but half of me was thrilled to be in this
intimate situation with my love object.  He slid much deeper.  I gagged
slightly and pulled back.  "Take it easy Bailey.  No hurry.  Remember you
used to take it right down into your throat.  Of course I was smaller then,
ha."

Gradually, quarter inch at a time I moved until my nose was against his
smelly pubes, smelling of sweat and maybe piss.  When he was lodged in my
throat and I began swallowing he was transfixed.  "Oh, oh, that's so hot.
I'm been on the verge all night.  I don't think I can hold on.  Jenny never
swallows but I want you to.  That's the hottest thing and I will be real
happy if you do."

He began to thrust, fucking my mouth and wailing his passion.  I was out of
my mind with the pleasure of creating such a reaction in him.  But suddenly
he stopped.  I felt his cock expanding, and then he shot an enormous volley
of cum into my throat followed by two more.  I took it all.  At last he
stopped and began to soften slightly.  I continued to nurse his cock but he
pushed against my chin.  "Stop, I can't stand it after I cum.  Thanks
Bailey.  That was the best of my life.  You are a real pal."  He got up
shakily and fell into his bed, falling asleep even before his head hit the
pillow.

Although I was used tonight, I felt we had reached a new plateau and I had
some power over him and maybe I will be able to get more out of our little
escapades.


End of Part One.  Bailey meets Kevin's cousin on his mother's side and
things heat up.