Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2001 20:04:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: gman94115@yahoo.com
Subject: Luke

I had seen my cousin Luke the previous Christmas for the first time in
twelve or thirteen years. He was actually my second cousin, the son of my
mother's sister's daughter, Stephanie, who was somewhat of an early mentor
of mine. She was my older sister's age, spent a lot of time around the
house when I was young, and was undoubtedly one of the first people in my
family to figure out my sexuality. Stephanie was the coolest person I knew
growing up - cool enough to go out and get herself pregnant at 20 with
Luke. I was about seven when he was born, not close enough in age to be any
sort of playmate, so I came to regard him with no more than a degree of
irritation the deeper into moody adolescence I sank.

Anyway - it's last Christmas, logistics had kept me apart from Stephanie
for the past 9 years and from Luke even longer. Pity, as it would have been
nice to have seen him develop into the man I found last December. At 21 he
displayed my mother's family's lankiness, standing at a lean 6'3", the
darkest blond that a young man can be without being brunet, a round,
cherubic face, flawless, blushing skin accented by just a few beauty marks,
and - the topper - a 1/8" gap between his two front teeth. He had spent the
past months fighting fires in the wilderness with his National Guard troop.
Needless to say I was affected by his presence - but not too much so. At 28
and after 8 years in the pretty boy gay whirl of the big city, I had
steeled myself against such.

Flash forward to July the next year, my brother the high school
teacher/control freak (but a good guy nonetheless) organizes a cousin's
reunion around his big house in the sub-suburbs and their lovely pool. The
takers are few - which is one of the reasons that he wanted to have the
damned event in the first place. However in attendance is Stephanie and
Luke. The boy looks as edible as ever, darker now in Summer, and filled out
after his first semester at the state college. The ice that was broken
between us last Christmas has melted into a lovely little pool that Luke
and I dive into wholeheartedly . . . really! I could not believe that my
family was not picking up on the vibe I was getting from Luke. They were
oblivious, commenting in fact on how similar he and I look (which I suppose
we do . . . I am doubtless brown haired and eyed though in sunlight they
become a true chestnut and very, very dark green respectively, 6'2", 180
lean but solid pounds, running and weightlifting have given me a very nice,
very fit shape, complemented by a 7" dick and weighty balls dangling
between my big, muscular thighs, square jaw, nice teeth, and an even
disposition [and I'm still fucking single! Can you believe it?!]). Anyway
. . . circumstances warrant that Luke and I - no kidding! - sleep together
in my brother's spare room (a Laura Ashley nightmare instigated by his
wife).  Everybody in my family knows I'm gay, but they assume that Luke
(who mentioned a girlfriend last December but no word come July) is
straight and must feel so comfortable around me that he's a-okay with the
situation.

Night falls, novelty alcohol is passed around (my family only over the past
5 years has begun to drink any kind of booze - and even now do it almost
dutifully, in an attempt to show their liberation from the religious dogma
that dominated our lives for many years . . .but you all don't care about
that). Everyone leaves to their respective sleeping arrangements, Luke, my
brother and I stay up one more pitcher of frozen mudslides (yum!) later,
shoot the shit, and then my brother heads off to bed. My hands are sweaty,
and I would be more nervous were it not for the buzz that I was feeling. As
soon as my brother is gone, Luke looks at me, smiles and asks me if I want
to get high. Never to turn down a toke (especially - and often
unfortunately - after a few drinks), we head out back by the pool and pass
around his neat little silver pipe. There's no conversation at first, then
the typical laughing and commenting at how stoned each of us is, then more
silence.

"Wanna go to bed?" he says.

"Okay."

In the yellowish lamplight of the guest room, Luke and I take off shorts,
T-shirts, socks, leaving on our boxer shorts - his white, mine decorated
with palm trees and hula girls.

"Nice boxers," he says, as I pull back the covers to revel cool, clean
white sheets.

"I think I want to shower before bed," I volunteer, raising my brows at him
to suggest that he should as well.

"Good idea." His lips part in a smile, flashing that perfect little gap at
me.

I shut the door of the bathroom behind me, drop my boxers, which rub up
against a very fluffy cock between my legs, and turn on the hot water. I
rinse mostly, as I had been in the pool on and off through out the day, and
use just a little soap in some crucial areas. I towel off and emerge, tying
the towel around my waist. Luke sits, naked, on the edge of the bed, and
watches me, smiling, as I exit the bathroom. I smile back, and he rises,
moving toward the bathroom, his right hand only lightly holding down his
beautiful, uncut(!) and rapidly thickening boycock down, to keep it from
dancing about during the three steps between the bed and the bathroom. I
see all of this in the mirror on the opposite wall. My dick is instantly
rock hard. I hope that I do not regret this.

I climb into bed, leaving on the lamp on Luke's side of the bed. He
emerges, clean, perfect skin, hair slightly damp around the edges, hairless
save for his legs and a trail from his navel down to the brown patch of
hair over his now soft penis and loosely hanging, walnut sized balls. He
does not have my musculature and in fact seems trapped in the fifteen year
adolescence that I myself was experiencing until just a few years ago - but
the hint of what is to come is definitely there. He is not as lean as his
clothed figure would suggest, no odd angles or gangliness about this
boy. In a flash he is beside me, under cotton, on his side with his back
toward me. The blankets wheeze with air moving out from under them. As he
snuggles further down into bed.

"Do you want me to turn out the light?" he asks

"Sure - if you want."

He snakes an arm out from under the blanket and turns the switch, flooding
the room with a blue-white light coming in from my brother's neighbor's
backyard.

"Have you ever had sex with a girl?" He asks

"No."

"Why?"

"Opportunity never presented itself, I s'pose, not that I actively sought
it out."

"Do you ever get turned on by girls?" He probes further.

"Every great once in a while . . . but then they start talking and it's all
over."

This makes him laugh out loud and roll over on his back.

"I've had sex with lots of girls."

"Oh really?" I reply

"About ten. It was always their idea. Except for the last one - that one
was my mom's idea."

'Some things never change,' I observe to myself.

"She wanted me to get engaged to her, but I didn't want to. I wasn't
ready."

"I see . . ." although I didn't really.

A beat . . . Luke looks at me, then back to the ceiling.

"I jacked off with a guy that I shared a tent with during the fires. He was
always trying to show his dick to me, especially when it was hard. He'd
wake up in the morning with this piss boner, open his sleeping bag and like
shake it really hard and make this growling noise. He was kinda weird."

I was silent throughout, on my back. My dick was totally raging hard, and I
could make out its impression on the bed covers. Luke probably could too.

"His dick was really big," he continued. "I think that's why he always
wanted to show it off to me. So one morning, when he did that whole dick
shaking thing, I pulled opened my bag too and showed him mine."

With that he tossed aside his covers, folding them over onto my side of the
bed, and grabbed his hard but still sheathed dick and shook it, growling
and smiling at me. Just as quickly he pulled the covers back over him and
laughed.

"Well that's something to do, isn't it," I said, not in total shock by the
boy's little display but still somewhat taken aback at the curiosity of his
actions.

"You're dick's hard now too, huh?" He said and reach over and gave my bulge
a light squeeze.

I gasped. My eyes bulged and leapt back from his touch.

"Whoa, sorry, dude."

"No, Luke, it's okay. You just don't know. . ."

"Don't worry about it, dude. I do know."

With a hand on my chest he pushed me down on the bed and put his mouth over
mine. He kissed clumsily, like I would imagine most straight boys kiss, but
I quickly took over with my tongue and he lets his loll passively in his
mouth as I licked his teeth, his gap and lips, bit his jaw and cheek and
stuck my tongue in his ear. His hand found its way to my dick and he eased
his hand lightly over it a few times. He moved his head down, totally by
passing my chest and belly, and popped the swollen head of my very hard
dick into his mouth. This was obviously his first time sucking cock and his
eagerness was unfortunately overshadowed by a complete absence of
technique.  He was however enjoying himself, so I let him continue. I
focused on the skin of his upper back and shoulders and his sun bleached
hair. He went at it like a beaver chopping wood, and the resulting rhythm,
persistence and just plan hotness of the situation had me on the edge
within 2 minutes. I pulled his head off and leaned up to meet his mouth
with mine.

"Wow," he breathed into my mouth, "so that's what it's like."

"No. This is." And I pushed him onto his back, kicked the blankets off the
bed completely and straddled his legs.

"Nice," was all I said, as I placed my hands on his broad but flat chest
and felt his pounding heart beneath.

I pushed his arms above his head and licked the backs of them. He had used
no soap in the shower, so his skin tasted of chlorine and salty sweat
residue.  My nose found its way to his armpit and their attendant down.
Heaven. I inhaled his scent, flicked my tongue lightly across the hair and
pressed down with my nose and tongue into the soft flesh. His upper body
tightened but he did not give in to the tickling feeling, rather riding it
out in a theretofore unknown moment of corporeal ecstasy. There would be
more to come.

After I had gotten meine nase voll (as the Germans say), my mouth made the
short trip to his pink nipples, which I found erect and just beginning to
sprout singular hairs around the areola. I gave a sharp but polite test
bite to which he responded with an arched back and a raspy moan. I wrapped
my arms around his midsection, squeezing him into me. When one nipple was
exhausted, I would move to the next. Four trips back and forth, and I began
to lick his sternum. Small freckles were dotted there and on his ribs under
his chest. My tongue traced them all. Once even with his belly button I
drag my tongue along the side of him. He jerked rapidly, but with my arms
still around him he could not go far. I bit him on the side, just above the
ischium (illium?) of his pelvis. I was twisted around at this point, half
on top of him, half off. I turned my head southward and was met by his pink
cockhead emerging from snug foreskin, crowned by a bit of precum. I pulled
the skin back gently with my right hand, leaving the left arm wrapped
around his waist. The skin passed easily over the head, and Luke moaned
again, followed by a small coughing laugh. I scooted my head further down
his belly, and licked the head of his dick as I jacked him steadily. I
moved my tongue around the glans, finally wrapping my lips around and
forcing my tongue between the head and the flesh sleeve that it protects.

"Stop," he commanded. "I am like so . . . ohh argh. . ."

Too late. I sped up the action and for the first time in about ten years
experienced a mouthful of man spunk. I swallowed it down quickly as I
continued to work his rock hard 6 incher with my mouth and hand. After what
had to be the longest period of orgasmic writhing about in the history of
man, after he had filled my mouth, placed his forearm on the top of my head
and mindlessly rammed his spent but still rigid dick into my mouth, the air
escaped him, his muscles relaxed and he cough-laughed again.

"Whoa . . . That was like totally intense."

"Uh huh," I replied as I rose and made my way to the bathroom to rinse the
dregs of starchy tasting fluid from my mouth.

My dick, needless to say, was as hard as a railroad spike. I found some
mouthwash, rinsed and entered back into the bedroom to find Luke, slowly
going beta post booze pot and orgasm. He was on his belly, legs slightly
spread. His ass crack was barely visible. Scant light brown hair crept
delicately from between his ass checks, down his legs where it met up with
coarser hair on his thighs.

I stood next to the bed over his semiconscious form.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. Great. Feels a little weird, but it's cool. I started it, right?"

"Well, there's no need to start placing blame."

"Will you fuck me?" A beat passed and he turned his head toward me, his
eyes evincing a commitment to the request he had just made of me.

And this was just the first night! If you wanna hear more lemme know and I
will compose and submit . . . gman94115@yahoo.com


Later, skaters!